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Come on, baby.

Now, come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

Now, come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

You know I'm going to shake it.

I'm going to have to break it.

It was fun for a while, but I'm going to run wild.

Come on.

Now, come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

Now, come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

You gave me all your kissing, it's

your loving I've been missing.

You shake it up so well.

Now you're talking wedding bells.

Come on.

Woo!

Come on, baby.

Now, come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

Now, come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

You shaking it up so well.

Now you're talking wedding bells.

Come on.

You shake it up so well.

Now you're talking wedding bells.

Come on.

One more time.

You shake it up so well.

Stop hanging on.

Thank you very much.

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!

Shirley!

Shirley.

Shirley.

Please take a moment to read about the effect

this music is having on your heart and soul.

Why don't you shut up?

Shirley.

Bobby.

Bobby, you are playing the devil's music.

You are doing the devil's work.

Hey, I thought I told you to shut up.

You are the devil's minion.

What's wrong?

He's dead.

Witnesses say he looked drunk, took a dive on the cobbles.

So Mattie was saying.

Heart attack, perhaps.

The crowd were going to tear him apart.

Had to bring the body in here.

Bloody music.

Not a fan, then?

I had to shut the Regent Theater down after screening

a film in there.

Pretty much tore the place apart.

Sick of cleaning up after them.

Bloody fans.

Toxicology, cause of death, if you can.

Wouldn't mind an early night if that's possible.

Bloody hell.

He's just a boy.

Abrasion to the right cheek, bruising yet to develop.

Probably got that when they mobbed him.

I can certainly do bloods now.

I will have to do an autopsy.

Right.

About that--

This isn't right, Superintendent.

I appreciate your help on this, Gerry.

But we have to requisition that cellar of yours.

We have to keep the body here for a couple of days.

Oh, look, I'm happy to help.

But this--

The morgue's full,

and the flu's gone through the nursing home.

Sorry.

Peggy.

Take Marcus upstairs to bed, will you, love?

Come on.

What do I tell the kids?

It's just for a couple of days.

I appreciate it, Gerry.

I need your spare set of keys.

And keep the cellar locked when you got customers here.

Peggy, is it?

Maybe you should get your little brother off to bed.

If I'm going to perform an autopsy--

It'll have to be downstairs.

We'll set up some lights for you.

Your dad performed a couple down there when it was necessary.

Well, I'm going to need an assistant.

Davis, when you're ready.

What do you need, boss?

Take his legs.

You're assisting Black with the autopsy.

How's that?

Yes, that'll do.

Well, it's certainly cold enough in here.

It'll keep the body in reasonable condition

until there's room in the morgue.

Do you often find yourself working in these conditions?

Good old Ballarat.

This wouldn't be the first time a body's been

stored in a pub cellar here.

Bit different in Melbourne, is it?

Um, it's not like we're living in the '40s anymore.

Give me a hand with his clothes, Charlie.

How are you with dead bodies?

I've seen my fair share.

I've seen this bloke before, too.

Really?

I wouldn't have thought rock and roll would be your thing.

Yeah, I was called to an incident in one of his shows.

Seemed like an arrogant bugger to me.

Right.

Well, this is interesting.

He was wearing a ring very recently,

then removed in a hurry, by the look of it.

Oh, dear.

What's that?

He's been stabbed.

Unbutton his shirt for me, Charlie, would you?

Let's take a closer look at that.

The knife penetrated between two ribs,

angled upward into the hemopericardium.

Why wasn't there any blood?

Well, he bled internally, filling the cavity,

putting fatal pressure on the pericardial sac.

Basically, blood built up around the heart

until it stopped beating.

And death isn't always immediate.

So he was stabbed in front of all those people.

Could have happened at any point in that alley.

What else?

Well, the knife--

now, it was a double-edged affair, small blade,

by the looks of it.

There was a small amount of alcohol in his system,

no other drugs present.

And there was evidence of a ring on his little finger,

left hand.

And abrasions suggest it was removed

with considerable force.

You wonder why I'm not a fan.

Davis.

Sir.

Head back to the Royal Theater.

Scour the alleyway.

We're looking for a knife.

Had a look last night after the autopsy.

Was it dark?

Sir?

Better go back and have another look.

Yes, sir.

How was he last night?

Oh, it's hard to get a sense of him.

That's what worries me.

I told your mom that I'd have you home 20 minutes ago.

All right.

I need everybody out of here, please.

Thank you, girls.

You can lead the way.

Thank you very much.

Girls, this is a crime scene.

I need you to vacate the premises, please.

Girls, you can go and cry somewhere else.

Thank you very much.

Yes, I'm a bad man.

Come on. Come on.

Please, please, don't--

Shirley, come on. Let's go.

Just a little bit longer.

Wait! No!

Shirley.

Shirley.

Hey, missy, you're not listening to me.

I need you to leave. - Hey, hey, hey.

You can let her go.

Then keep her under control.

Thank you very much.

Come on, Shirley. Come on.

Let's go.

I need you--

Oh!

Oh.

Oh, my gosh.

I am so sorry.

You can sit down there on that chair, please.

Miss O'Brien, what can we do for you?

You know her.

Of course I do.

Miss O'Brien boards with us, Charlie.

Now, what's happening here?

I've arrested her on obstruction

and breach of the peace.

I was minding my friend's girl.

Shirley wanted to go back--

She refused to comply with a lawful order

and struck me when I tried to move her on.

And the girl that I was meant to be looking after

is really upset.

Did you find anything else, Senior Constable,

such as a murder weapon?

Can I have a word, sir?

Excuse us.

Yes.

What?

This is how it looks here, sir.

Meaning?

You ordered me to search the alleyway.

I was trying to do so.

The young girl O'Brien was meant to be looking

after was out of control.

And when I attempted to intervene,

she elbowed me in the face.

But clearly, if you're boarding at the police sergeant's house,

you can get away with that kind of thing.

Did you find the knife?

No, sir.

Anything?

Nothing.

The alleyway is clean.

I want lists.

Everybody that was in that alleyway last night--

the band, the manager, everyone.

Is that all, sir?

For now.

I understand that you were present

when Bobby Lee died last night.

Is this correct?

Yes.

Senior Constable Davis will take your statement.

In the meantime, we'll hold you in the cells

while we consider the charges leveled against you.

The doctor can sit in on the interview.

I--

Thank you.

Right this way.

What are you doing?

I'm letting this play out.

You better get after them.

There was a lot of people in a small space.

Mm-hmm.

Did you recognize anyone?

Shirley Freedman, the young girl you shoved aside earlier.

I was looking after her, and she went

missing for about 20 minutes.

How do you spell that?

"Shirley" as in "Shirley," Freedman with a D,

"Free" as in "free."

Who else?

Lots of young girls and a man handing out Bible pamphlets--

middle-aged, wearing a suit--

and a young man who had an argument with him.

Mm-hmm.

Description?

Jacket, boots, greased-back hair.

You'd call him a bodgie.

Would I?

Yes, you would.

And there was also a man who was taking photographs.

Mm-hmm.

Mattie, did you get any names?

No, I didn't.

Anything else?

The boy who was playing piano for the band--

I don't know his name-- but he was

there just after Bobby died.

That everyone?

That I can remember.

Great.

You're the one who replaced Danny, aren't you?

I thought so.

This is just so stupid.

What am I supposed to do now?

Well, look, this study you're doing,

you said it was all about making a difference

and experiencing more of life.

Yes.

Well, have you ever been locked up before?

No.

That's a new experience.

That really doesn't help.

Thank you, Mr. MacGuire.

We'll be in touch.

Tony Capuano?

Yeah.

I don't remember giving you permission to smoke.

This way.

Left.

Bobby was stabbed.

You finished your performance at 8:00 PM last night.

Yes, sir.

You packed up your gear.

Yeah.

Except you didn't pack up your gear, did you?

You left that for other members of the band.

You went looking for Mr. Lee.

Next time anyone saw you was in the alleyway,

immediately after Mr. Lee had collapsed.

He hadn't packed up his gear.

So I went to find him.

He was backstage, drinking all our beer

Your beer.

It's a condition of playing.

The theater gets a local pub to bring in a dozen bottles.

Bobby was knocking them back, so I told him not to.

And he left.

"You selfish prick.

I'm so bloody sick of you."

Did you say this to him?

Did you have an argument?

We formed the band together.

But now it's all about him.

So you admit that you had an argument with him.

Yes.

Were blows exchanged?

Yes.

And now he's dead.

You caught up with him in the alleyway,

took advantage of the confusion, and you stabbed him.

Then you got rid of the knife. Is this how it went?

No.

Then what happened?

I told you.

Did anyone else fight with Mr. Lee last night?

You play piano.

Is that right?

Like Johnny Johnson, heavy emphasis on the rhythm.

Bet you you've never heard of him, have you?

No.

No, but speaking of rhythm, I used to play

drums in a number of groups.

Where?

Berlin, mostly, in the early '30s.

This is nothing like that.

I bet you two have never heard of Gunther Hanson, either.

SUPERINTENDENT Who's that?

Bobby Lee, before he got famous.

I brought you some food.

It's outside with the officers.

Apparently, they have to check it first.

This is just so ridiculous.

What was Lucien thinking, letting Matthew

lock you up like this?

Well, it wasn't his choice.

Have you met the new constable?

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

Thank you so much for coming, Jean.

This is really quite horrible.

What?

You, of all people, Mattie, elbowing a police officer.

I've got to go.

I'll ask, once again, when they expect to release you.

Thank you.

How's your family, Tony?

Can't complain, Mrs. Beazley.

Good to hear.

Tony, is it?

Are your family visiting?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hey!

Stop!

Police!

You were here last night, weren't you?

Maybe.

Yes.

Bet you got some terrific photographs.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Do you think I could see some of those photographs?

Uh, I don't have them here.

Really?

You couldn't show me some of those photographs?

- I thought you were the police. - Not really.

I'm just a doctor.

Constable.

Mr. Bowen.

We're going to have to keep the body in your cellar

for two more days.

The superintendent thought you should know.

Yeah, well, I appreciate the heads-up.

Can I get you a drink?

Thanks, but I'm on duty.

Peggy, lemonade for the officer, please.

Oh, thanks.

Look, the patrons think it's hilarious.

But it's upsetting for the children, particularly my girl.

Yeah.

I appreciate it hasn't been easy, Mr. Bowen.

Thank you.

You can head back upstairs now, love.

So any luck yet?

We're just trying to work out where it happened.

We do that, we can get a fair idea who did it.

Gentlemen.

Charlie, I saw your car outside.

Been having a look around the alleyway.

Oh, I've already searched it.

The knife wasn't there.

No, but I did pick these up.

Whiskey.

Thanks, Gerry.

You can see the sequence of events.

I still think we need to talk to this one.

Howard McArthur.

He's in the right place.

God-botherer.

This one.

No, he's on the wrong side to have stabbed him.

Maybe not.

Albert Walker's left-handed.

Ah, speak of the devil.

Mr. Walker.

What?

Found this in his car.

My dad gave me that.

Took it from a dead German.

Shut up.

You take him upstairs.

See if you can get a match on that.

Listen, before I get too carried away,

what about Mattie?

Oh, she'll be all right.

Ned?

Hm?

I give you a name, would you mind terribly

making a few calls for me?

Oh, sure, Doc.

Good man.

And tell Lawson I've gone to the pub.

That's not the bloody knife.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I'm with the police.

Oh, my.

Are those for Bobby?

Yes.

Oh, goodness, they're beautiful.

I think he would have loved them very much.

Really?

Oh, yes.

Were you at the show last night?

Dad wouldn't let me.

Ah.

Peg!

Please don't tell him I was here.

I won't.

Peg!

Thank you.

I left as soon as you lot arrived and went

on the town with my mates.

We were hanging around outside the Regent until they closed.

Lawson, a word?

Sit tight, Walker.

We're not done yet.

What?

I asked Ned to make some calls.

Howard McArthur, the preacher.

Yes.

Priors for affray, possession, and grievous bodily harm--

apparently, with a knife.

So?

Well, look, here's Walker's knife, double-edged blade.

And it had me convinced there for a moment.

But then I went back to the body,

and the bruising gave it away.

Now, look, you see the hilt?

This section's broken.

Bruising darkens over time.

Now, I couldn't be certain on autopsy.

But it's very clear now.

The knife--

Oh, could you put that away?

I'm sorry, Matthew.

The knife that killed Bobby Lee, its hilt was intact.

This is not that knife.

Now, what's your mate in there say?

Oh, that he didn't do it and all policemen are dickheads.

When did this happen with McArthur?

Oh, 20 years ago.

Here's the thing--

Mr. McArthur has a revival meeting

at the Royal Theater tonight.

Now, do you want me to pop down and have a word?

No, leave him to us.

We'll bring him in tomorrow.

Well, I could certainly--

Tomorrow.

Got it?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

SUPERINTENDENT So these mates

of yours, Walker, who are they?

Brothers and sisters, I stand before you today

as a testament to the transformative love and power

of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Amen.

Because I was that lost boy.

Yes, I was that prodigal son.

And yes, indeed, I was that sinner.

But even as I sinned, even as I danced with those women,

even as I sat in jail, our Savior, our God,

never gave up on me.

Death is the wages of sin.

Death will visit the armies of evil.

And death will come to those agents of the devil.

Amen.

Amen.

Brothers and sisters, I beseech you all.

Turn back to the arms of the Lord.

Amen!

Hallelujah!

Praise to Lord Jesus.

Amen.

Praise be to Jesus.

Praise the Lord.

A little different to Sunday mass, isn't it?

I wouldn't know.

No, you wouldn't.

Welcome.

Lord be with you both.

Thank you, Mr. McArthur.

Thank you so much.

Is it true you brutally stabbed and robbed

an elderly man in Melbourne?

Yes, it's true.

I don't try to hide it.

It was a dark time in my life.

Let me ask you, Mr. McArthur, do you honestly think we can

ever really change who we are?

What is your name, brother?

Lucien.

Lucien.

Well, Lucien, yes, I do believe we can change.

And I am proof of that.

So no more knives, then.

As I tell it in my meetings, I have changed.

I do God's work now.

And was that what you were doing in the alleyway

last night after the show, bringing death

to the agents of the devil?

Tell me, what do you make of this rock and roll music?

I believe it leads our young people into sin.

Devil's music, is that what you're saying?

So how would you describe young Bobby Lee?

Deserving of death, perhaps?

I'm going to go and speak with my congregation now.

You were right up close to him, weren't you?

Left side, where he was stabbed.

He was 22 years old.

His only sin-- singing simple songs.

But that was too much for you, wasn't it?

Too much for the thug who stabbed

an old man in the street.

Why don't you and your woman just piss off?

And there he is.

Hasn't changed that much, after all.

May the Lord be with you both.

You enjoyed doing that, didn't you?

You think that he did it?

At least, we know he's capable.

Tony?

What?

I always thought that being locked up like this

would be a bit of an adventure.

But it's actually quite awful.

I suppose you could write a song about it.

Do you write your own songs?

Senior Constable, over here.

Apparently, a knife's been found, double-edged blade.

And there's some blood on it.

Might actually be the knife that we've been looking for.

That's great.

Where?

In that alleyway, where the bloke was stabbed--

the same alleyway that you said that you'd searched twice.

Any explanation?

Nothing that comes to mind, sir.

Get back out there, pick it up, and bring it back.

You can release Miss O'Brien on your way out, too.

Sir.

Bobby just had something.

People looked at him, and they imagined

he was their best mate--

whatever they wanted him to be.

Music-- music wasn't any fun till I met him.

And that was what it was all about?

Well, I'm just too shy to talk to the girls.

But the music, it meant it didn't matter.

So I got to make this huge noise, make people dance.

Bobby just made everything happen.

I don't know what I'm going to do now.

O'Brien.

On your way.

Are you charging me?

No.

You know, he's just this shy boy.

All he's ever done until now is learn classical piano.

I don't think he did it.

Why not?

He said he fought with Bobby.

Well, no, he relied on Bobby to sing his songs,

to lead the band.

Why would he kill him?

Go on.

Well, he said he loved the excitement,

the big emotion of the songs.

I get the feeling that there wasn't

anything else in his life that was quite like it.

So why would he kill the one person who made that possible?

This social work thing of yours

may not be a complete disaster, after all.

Now, listen, that young girl you were looking after, she did

disappear for a bit.

She's 16.

She's emotional.

But there's no way.

Oh, what time is it?

6 o'clock.

And dinner's ready.

Um, I might pop the television on.

Would you mind terribly if I, if I had my dinner in here?

You want to eat your dinner in front of the television?

Yes.

Please.

Oh, it's about to start.

Come on, Jane. Join us.

Come on, everybody, it's 6 o'clock.

Uh-huh, huh.

Uh-huh, huh.

Come on, everybody.

It's jive o'clock.

Uh-huh, huh.

Uh-huh, huh.

Well, let's rock.

Let's rock--

I don't really mind the beat.

But the words are--

Uh-huh, huh.

Uh-huh, huh.

Yeah, tune your set to channel 2.

Uh-huh, huh.

Mattie, would your father every eat his dinner in front

of the television?

No, never.

Come on, everybody.

It's 6 o'clock.

Well, people gather 'round from near and far,

see their favorite TV star.

Everybody--

I'll get it.

The preacher and his crucifix.

Oh.

Is the doctor in?

Senior Constable Davis, isn't it?

Lucien, it's for you.

Very good.

Charlie.

Doctor.

Sorry to bother you at home.

No, not at all.

What can I do for you?

I need to talk to you about that knife.

The one that was found in the alley.

Yeah.

Well, come on in.

Are you sure that's all right?

Well, we'll soon find out, won't we?

Now, Charlie, this is Mrs. Beazley.

Yes, we've met already.

And, well, of course, you've already met Mattie.

Charlie, please, take a seat.

I'll leave you to it.

Now, you wanted to talk about the knife.

Oh, carrying around evidence now, are we, Senior Constable?

And you don't?

Touche.

Now, let's have a look here.

Well, double-edged, the hilt's intact, and--

see here, Charlie-- traces of blood near the hilt.

I could analyze for type.

But certainly, it looks like the murder weapon.

I searched that alley twice.

Well, perhaps you just missed it.

I've conducted searches before under worse conditions.

The knife wasn't there.

You're absolutely certain?

Yes.

Your previous searches here,

Charlie, what did you find?

Nothing of any bearing.

Blood?

Well, you can check, if you like.

It takes a certain amount of time

for the blood to fill the pericardial sac

and crush the heart.

Mr. Lee could have remained upright for 30

seconds, perhaps even longer.

How much longer?

Oh, up to a minute, tops.

Charlie, check your watch for me, starting now.

He fell.

And already the heart nearly stopped beating.

Is he OK?

Bobby!

The piano player is there.

There was the young girl.

Mattie knows her.

The young girl was kissing him--

in fact, probably helping to hold him up.

By now, Mr. Lee is almost unconscious.

Time?

16 seconds.

Walker McArthur behind him.

McArthur has a crucifix.

Walker had the wrong knife.

Mr. Lee is now struggling to stay upright.

27 seconds.

20 or so people around him.

He's unsteady, trouble focusing, which is why

everyone thought he was drunk.

34 seconds.

His breathing is becoming increasingly labored.

He knows he's in terrible trouble.

His system's already shutting down.

42 seconds.

Mr. Lee stumbles out.

Everyone watching thinks he's drunk.

In fact, he's been stabbed.

53 seconds.

Inside the venue.

55 seconds.

Could he have lasted that long?

It's possible.

Yeah, the side door was open.

Good work.

We're looking for traces of blood--

one or two drops, probably no more.

Where'd you learn this stuff?

Not in any textbook, that's for certain.

Charlie.

He was stabbed inside the hall, which

exonerates Walker and McArthur.

But not Tony Capuano.

I don't like it.

He fought with Bobby Lee.

It got violent.

He went inside the venue, and then he followed him out.

We'll have to hold him.

I still don't like it.

Did you check the knife for prints?

Prints were wiped.

But not the blood.

I think someone planted that knife in the alley.

There's no way Charlie, of all people, would have missed it.

But why would someone do that?

To put us off the scent.

Mr. Walker, we'll be watching you.

Uh, sir?

Do you have any complaints about your treatment

in this station?

Yeah.

Can I have my knife back?

Any more from you and I'll be charging you

with possession of an offensive weapon and breaching the peace.

Now hop it.

He came by the house last night.

And?

Not one to give up easily, is he?

You shake it up so well.

Now you're talking wedding bells.

Come on.

How many more times are you going to play that song?

Sorry?

I said, it's nice to have some peace and quiet.

How can you keep listening to that?

He just keeps repeating the same words over and over again.

That's why it's so easy to remember.

That's one way of looking at it.

What are you trying to work out?

I'm not sure, really.

You know, it all starts with a tonic, to a sub-dominant,

back to the tonic, dominant, sub-dominant, tonic.

Sing along, if you'd like.

I could throw in the relative minor,

which is what they quite often do with the ballads.

It sounds like this.

I quite like that.

Yes.

Sing along.

I don't--

I don't want to break it.

Maybe a little less vibrato.

Oh, you asked me to sing it.

Well.

I'm afraid I've got to break it.

It was fun for a while.

Now I've got to run wild.

Come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

Now you have to help sing.

Nah, bah, buh, bum.

You gave me your kissing,

all that love I've been missing.

Bum, bum, ba-dee, bum, da-dee, da-dee, bum.

You shake it up so well.

Now you're talking wedding bells.

Come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

So much feeling in such simple words, hey?

I can see why all those girls get carried away.

Oh, I'll get that.

Well, where is she?

Well, Miss O'Brien's at work, Mr. Freedman.

Is it something I might--

If I might just speak to her.

Jane?

Yes.

Everything all right?

It's about my daughter.

So if you don't mind, I--

Oh, shall I?

Yes.

You're Shirley's father, aren't you?

I am, sir.

Is there a problem?

I don't know where she is.

Right.

What's happened exactly?

Lucien, it's the superintendent.

Tell him I'll call him back.

Well, you might want to speak with him.

They've just brought in a young girl.

Just bear with me.

I love him.

Shirley.

But I do!

Miss Freedman, witnesses say that you were trying

to get into the Railway Hotel after you were

told to leave the alleyway.

You're 16.

The publican warned you to stay away, as you

were creating a disturbance.

Now, do you own all of this?

Yes.

Well, I found it next to the bins outside the pub.

It had been dumped there.

Shirley, what have you got on your chain there?

Shirley, answer the doctor.

Where'd you get that?

It's not your mother's.

We-- we held hands.

And then he fell.

And I tried to hold on.

But he--

Yes.

You wouldn't have heard of a chap by the name of Gene Krupa,

I'm guessing.

He's a drummer.

And he makes the sort of music old people like us listen to.

But I was a drummer, too.

One day in London, I saw Mr. Krupa coming out of a club.

What did I do?

I followed him.

And as he was getting into a taxi,

he dropped his handkerchief on the pavement.

And I picked it up and kept it.

In fact, I probably still have it somewhere.

You just wanted something that was his.

Now, this song, I'm guessing you don't like it.

No, I love it.

It's their best.

Really?

Well, I had a look at the record earlier.

And that song is scratched out.

I told you, I found it outside the pub.

One more thing, Shirley--

when Bobby sang, did it feel as if--

did it feel as if he was singing about you?

Yeah.

Yes.

Ah, Peggy.

I hope you don't mind.

I'm just returning your Bobby Lee collection.

These are yours, aren't they?

You were quite a fan, weren't you?

Look, posters and newspaper cuttings.

You even wrote out some of the lyrics to his songs.

Why throw it all away?

Hey!

Where are you, love?

Or was it Dad?

He didn't let you go to the show, did he?

Bobby's songs-- the words seem fairly simple,

yet they meant the world to you, didn't they?

Hey!

This is from his first release.

"Oh, baby, gee, it feels so right,

oh, when I hold you tight."

Fairly innocuous.

But look, you wrote those out.

And here, "Oh, my pretty darling,

my sweet 16"-- how old are you?

How old are you, Peggy?

Peggy.

Go upstairs, love.

What are you doing here?

We're going to have a baby, baby.

You and me against the world.

Goodness, it must have come as quite a shock

to discover he was breaking up with you.

"It was fun for a while, but I've got to run wild.

Come on.

Stop hanging on, baby."

Is that why you scratched the song off the record?

Is it?

Is it why you stabbed Bobby Lee?

But that's not your knife, is it?

Dad.

Sorry, love.

After what that bastard did to you--

Charlie.

She said they met last time the band

came through town on tour.

If only I hadn't let her go to that show.

I knew she'd been moody, withdrawn.

She'd get angry with me--

really angry with me-- for no reason at all.

I just wished to God her mom had been alive.

When did you first find out?

After she lost the baby.

And I didn't even know she was pregnant.

That must have been horrible for you.

Yes.

Yes.

When was that?

About a month ago.

And what did your doctor say?

He said to lie down and rest for a while.

Hm.

What was his name?

I can't remember.

The doctor told her to take it easy.

But I was trying to get her to help out at the pub.

And then she told me everything.

Did she ever mention a Gunther Hanson?

She didn't know any new Australians.

We know you have a family doctor.

And you visited him only a fortnight ago, didn't you?

It was a regular checkup.

But you had a few questions that you were too ashamed to ask

your father, such as how a baby's made, and does it hurt

when men and women make love.

She'd been listening to his records all the time.

How was I to know there was more to it?

You took the band's drinks to the theater.

It's just around the corner.

Then I saw him, singing to all those girls

and pointing at them, obviously planning

who he's going to have next.

So I went back to the bar.

And I got my knife.

And I went back.

I was just going to have it out with him.

You stabbed him backstage and pushed him out the stage door.

Look, it's not what--

yes.

So how come we found

the knife in the alleyway?

You told me that's where you thought it happened.

I thought putting the knife there might throw you.

Peggy, your doctor described you as a lovely girl

with a very active imagination.

You never, ever met Bobby Lee, did you, Peggy?

Did you know that Bobby didn't even write his own songs?

It was all in her head.

All of it.

But she absolutely believed it.

And he believed her.

Does she realize what she's done?

No, she certainly does now.

It's not easy raising daughters.

I never went through anything like that.

I wouldn't know.

Anyhow, Mattie's with her.

And Mattie's done a tremendous job.

Mr. Capuano, do you have any complaints about your treatment

in this station?

No, sir.

I confiscated these off someone today.

Do you smoke this brand?

I do now.

You're free to go.

Any complaints?

Oh, it's new protocol.

It's all the rage in Melbourne.

You realize it was Davis that told Bowen we

were searching in the alleyway?

Yes, I saw them talking yesterday.

What are you going to do about it?

Manage him.

Now, come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

You gave me all you kisses, it's your loving that I'm missing.

You shake it up so well.

Now you're talking wedding bells.

Come on.

Woo!

Come on, baby!

Come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

BOBBY LEE [ON Now, come on.

Stop hanging on, baby.

You shake it up so well.

Now you're talking wedding bells.

Come on.

You shake it up so well.

Now you're talking wedding bells.

Come on.

One more time.

You shake it up so well.

Stop hanging on.

Thank you very much.