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Evening, sir, ma'am.

Got a light?

Yes, of course.

May I have my lighter back, mate?

Of course.

Just take it.

Come on, old man!

The deceased is Noel Ashford, mid 50s.

Witnesses say he fell from the Colonists' about 9:30.

Well after closing time.

My guess is he's had a few too many.

Cause of death?

Oh, impact.

Injuries?

I'd say a broken skull.

That's very good, Dr. Lawson.

What did you find on him?

Oh, just these.

Nice.

Cec?

My dear chap, are you all right?

I will be, sir.

Thank you.

Good.

Uh, this is probably the last thing you need right now,

but would you mind taking me up to the balcony?

Certainly, sir.

I checked the premises thoroughly

before I locked up, sir.

Mr. Ashford wasn't even a member.

He-- he resigned last year.

Uh, financial difficulties, I heard.

Cec, why don't you take a seat, catch your breath?

I'll take a look.

Must have fallen from about here.

Certainly hitting a car from this height could kill you.

Why here?

Oh, that's a good question, Cec.

Perhaps he had a particular sentimental attachment

to the club.

I don't know.

I'd like to find out a little bit more about our Mr. Ashford.

Noel Gregory Ashford, Member Number 471.

Joined the club in 1935.

He became the Club Snooker Champion in 1947.

He drank whiskey sour.

That's very impressive, Cec.

A few weeks ago, you were in here with a lady friend.

Joy McDonald.

Very sorry about what happened.

Thank you, Cec.

So am I.

Please--

That's my husband.

Noel Ashford.

We were going to go to the theater tomorrow.

I don't understand.

I am sorry, Mrs. Ashford.

Come on, mum.

Nice family.

Why kill yourself?

Waiting for him to respond may take awhile.

Bruising around the eyes, some facial abrasions--

he landed on his back?

Yes.

Not too many external injuries by the looks,

but his contour's unusual, isn't it?

Dipping at the hips, bulging at the upper and lower abdomen.

Let's take a look at his legs, eh?

Ah, extensive scarring to the knees.

He's made a right mess of that at some point.

I forgot we had a phone.

It's only used for emergencies.

Alice Harvey.

It's a hit and run.

Constable Michael Martin.

Michael?

Michael, it's Dr. Blake.

Can you hear me?

He's breathing is normal.

He's unconscious.

We need to get him straight to emergency.

What happened?

W-- heading out to Nerano and following up a disturbance

out of Clayton Shaw's farm.

And Mick was changing his flat and this bloody truck just

comes flying around the corner.

And-- and I must have lost it on the wet road.

Did you get a good look at the driver?

No. No.

But it was a-- it was a-- a standard delivery truck.

It had-- had some kind of brand painted on the sign.

Right.

We'll start at Leemonth Road and continue to work south.

We'll find this mongrel if it takes all night.

Hey, pull up.

No plates.

Still warm.

This is definitely the one.

Red joy stick has been peeled off.

Doesn't matter.

I know exactly who this belongs to.

Leon Woods, are you the owner of the Ballarat Apple Farm?

You know I am, Matthew.

Where were you at half past 11 last night?

Asleep.

Anyone who can vouch for you?

The Mrs. And what's this about?

My officer was knocked down by one of your delivery trucks

last night.

We found it abandoned in an empty lot this morning.

Well, that's not possible.

And the other truck is locked up in the garage.

So how come the engine on the one we found

this morning was still warm?

Anyone else have keys to your garage?

Only me.

And the drivers always return the keys when they're done.

So only you could have been driving this truck last night?

Which I didn't because I was asleep.

Look, I can take you down to me property.

My truck will still be there.

That's a good idea.

Give your keys to Davis.

Come with me to the station.

What, I don't get to go home?

No!

Your name was printed all over the truck

that knocked down my officer.

Morning.

Morning.

Anything in the paper about Noel Ashford?

No, no.

Too late for the early edition.

I don't understand how he could

possibly do that to his family.

Maybe he was depressed.

That doesn't make it right, Mattie.

No, not right, but at least understandable.

Hillary buried her first husband.

The daughter was devastated.

If anyone should be suffering from depression,

it's those two.

It's a lovely job, by the way, Jean.

Oh, thank you.

One pull, one?

Well, there's a little more to it than that, Mattie.

I wouldn't know.

I never learned.

Right.

This evening, I'm teaching you.

Ah.

Blake's residence.

Yes, I'll tell him right away.

You're wanted at the morgue.

I wanted to show you these grazes

on the face around the ears.

They haven't changed in color since presenting last night.

How could a person graze both ears and the tip

of his nose at the same time?

It doesn't fit with what we know of the impact.

You have an alternative theory?

I don't think it's bruising at all.

It's frostbite.

Frostbite?

All right, let's open him up.

Where's the heart?

Down here-- and here.

It's ripped.

Displaced organs-- the spleen, heart, the liver's been torn.

It's almost in his pelvis.

That certainly explains that unusual contour

we noticed earlier.

Tell me what you see.

I've never seen anything like this.

I have.

Soldiers-- soldiers whose parachutes have failed to open.

They end up looking very much like this.

Mr. Ashford did not fall from the Colonists' Club Balcony.

Close him up.

What are you suggesting?

Well, now just hear me out.

There's physical evidence of frostbite on the ears and nose

and massive internal injuries.

It's maybe a stretch--

It usually is.

but the injuries are consistent with a fall from

a place much higher than any building

in Ballarat and much colder.

Meaning what?

Perhaps he fell from a plane flying overhead-- an outrageous

notion, certainly.

But one thing I do know is this--

the organs were extensively displaced.

Well, wouldn't the body be in worse condition?

Not necessarily.

You see, skin is packed with proteins.

They can stretch many times their length.

So the body's falling through the air.

It reaches a certain velocity and hits the car.

Easy.

Sorry.

The car takes much of the impact.

The skin-- the skin resumes its shape.

The real damage-- the real damage has occurred internally.

A plane?

I cannot think of another explanation.

Sir?

Sir?

I got a call from the hospital.

Martin's conscious.

But he doesn't remember anything.

Of course, he doesn't.

I'll go and visit him later.

What else?

Well, uh, Leon Woods was telling the truth.

His other truck's locked up at his property now.

How can that be?

How many trucks does he own?

Two.

How many are you saying there are now?

Three.

What am I meant to do with those?

Well, they're from Leon Woods.

I don't know, evidence?

I think you'll find it's bribery.

No one eat the apples!

Now listen, this is the truck that hit Constable Martin?

Definitely.

Definitely?

Yeah.

Right.

One of Leon's apples--

Blake--

Just bear with me.

I want to show you something--

a little bit of science.

I'll try not to mess up your desk.

There we are.

The star of the apple always has five points.

The star of the apple?

Yes, look!

The picture of the apple on the side of that truck has four--

not the kind of mistake an apple connoisseur like Leon

would make.

That truck has nothing to do with the Ballarat Apple Farm.

It has nothing to do with Leon Woods.

Bloody hell.

Someone went to the trouble of painting a copy of the Ballarat

Apple Farm logo on the side of that truck,

albeit slightly inaccurately.

It suggests they were trying to hide whatever

it was they were transporting.

And I can tell you both this, it wasn't apples.

It might also explain why they failed to stop after hitting

the young Constable.

Try not to spill out any of your theories

about planes just yet.

Mrs. Ashford.

This is everything your husband had on him.

He was only able to wear that once.

I bought it for him a few days ago.

There's also his wallet and some tobacco.

You can keep the tobacco.

He didn't smoke.

Well-- oh, and, uh--

I thought he was looking forward to it.

Mrs. Ashford, [sighs] I--

I'm sorry, but I'm curious.

If your husband didn't smoke, why

would he have tobacco on him?

I don't know.

Probably belonged to one of the pilots.

Pilots?

He was president of the Flying Club.

They all smoked except Noel.

May I?

Of course.

Is there anything else you need?

No.

Thank you.

Davis, head out to the local flying club.

Actually, I could go with Charlie.

Brief him on the way and save you some time.

Good idea.

He might learn something.

Come on, Charlie.

15 miles northeast,

passing 6,000 inbound.

Good morning, ma'am.

Uh, I'm Senior Constable Davis.

This is, uh, Dr. Blake. - Ah--

Morning.

Beatrice Ryan.

I'm the secretary for the Flying Club.

We just need a moment of your time, if that's all right?

Of course.

What can I help you with?

Just a routine follow-up at the moment.

Um, were any flights scheduled here last night?

They don't usually fly at night.

Right.

And how many pilots do you have here?

Just two now--

Mr. Townsend and Mr. Dankworth.

You see, we're a training facility.

There's no courses on at the moment,

so the pilots are using the spare time

to maintain the planes.

Lovely.

And you're here every evening?

No, I only work during the day.

Right.

I'd just like to, um, double check that no flights left here

last night.

Of course.

We can take a look at the logbooks, if you like.

Uh, so each pilot has their own logbook

and there's one for each plane.

Uh, the Cessna 310 is the only plane

in operation at the moment.

We record the date, the time, the hours flown,

the location to and from.

Nice.

Uh, as you can see, the Cessna wasn't flown last night.

So this plane, the, um-- the Cessna,

that was flown five days ago?

That's right.

And if we wanted to speak to those two pilots?

Oh, they're on the tarmac right now.

Oh, tremendous.

Thank you so much for your help.

Let me give you a hand.

Um, just over there.

Thank you.

You see, those-- those picture frames,

they need urgent attention.

The-- the wood, it wears away if it isn't polished correctly.

I didn't know that.

Well, sometimes I wonder if people notice

they've been cleaned at all.

I think people notice.

All stations Ballarat.

Alpha Zulu November--

That logbook-- all the entries were written in pencil.

Makes it fairly easy to adjust any information, if need be.

And yes, Charlie, she's a very attractive young woman.

I imagine this has all been quite a shock for her.

Well, lucky she met me then.

Yes, I suppose so.

Yeah, it's got a few gremlins.

Might need a bit more trim.

Excuse me, gentlemen?

I'm Senior Constable Davis.

This is Dr. Blake.

I'd like to ask you a few questions about this plane.

A copper and a doctor--

Aren't we lucky?

What are your names?

Lyle Townsend.

Hugh Dankworth.

Now has this plane been

flown in the last 24 hours?

Are you second guessing the logbooks you just inspected?

I'm assuming that's what you were doing in our office.

You fly this plane last night?

You won't get a different answer

from him unless you ask a different question.

We're looking into Noel Ashford's death,

trying to ascertain exactly what happened last night.

He threw himself from the Colonists', didn't he?

Well, we're investigating

all possibilities.

Last time it was flying was, what, five days ago?

Look, I'm sure Beatrice has already told you that.

And where were you blokes last night at around half past nine?

We went into town for a few beers.

We were walking home right about that time.

We got a plane to get back in the air.

Excuse us, gents.

I'd like to apologize for not being much help

last night, sir.

Well, I--

I hope you don't blame yourself for what happened.

Well, what happens in this club is my responsibility.

Well, between you and me, I don't think he fell from here.

Sir?

I think he fell from a plane.

I don't know why, I don't know how.

I didn't hear anything, although there

was a storm last night.

The pilots of the Astrid?

They swear no plane went up.

Cec, that tobacco you were smoking last night,

may I see it?

Oh, so you're taking up smoking?

Ow.

I smoke very occasionally since Mrs. Beasley does not approve.

Mm.

Fairly popular, is it?

Well, it's very high quality.

And it's also quite inexpensive to match.

Black market tobacco usually is.

We found an identical pouch on Noel Ashford.

But Mr. Ashford, uh--

Didn't smoke, I know.

So why did he have it on him?

Where did he get it?

Clearly, he didn't buy it from a shop.

Uh, is sir asking for my supplier?

And if I was?

With respect, sir, I don't think

the members would be too happy if their favorite tobacco

supply was shut down.

Your loyalty is admirable.

Uh, sir could do with a haircut--

possibly Hystrange.

An eighth and a half

further away is Hayatach followed by Nieman.

Aerial star, second lunge, on balance

third lunge, and Shanghai dropped down to second.

What are you looking for?

A trim, thank you.

Quarter-inch off the sides.

Tapered?

Rounded.

Haven't seen you in here before.

First time.

Fancy suit.

Doctor? Lawyer?

Copper?

Doctor.

Mm.

Well, doctor, you've had your hair cut recently,

so what are you really in here for?

I smoke.

How many pouches?

Two.

Why didn't you just say so?

Tell me.

Say I wanted more, a lot more--

Do you smoke a lot?

How quickly can you get it in?

Five hours, give or take.

Please, keep the change.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You look like you have some news.

I've just been to see the local barber, Willard Baxter.

That's hardly a front page headline.

I purchased illegal tobacco from the man-- uh, for research

purposes, of course.

He has boxes of it in his storeroom,

and I think it's the same tobacco Noel had on him.

Charlie found traces of tobacco in that truck.

So Willard Baxter is bringing chop chop into town?

Why doesn't that surprise me?

And I asked him if he could get me some more-- a lot more.

He said he could in around five hours.

Wow.

The nearest tobacco farm is Myrtleford.

Ballarat to Myrtleford, well, the round trip in a car

is at 9 hours at least.

He's not driving it in.

Oh--

He's flying it in.

Now Baxter's definitely connected to the Flying Club.

Those boxes in his storeroom have

the same stamp on the side.

So Baxter gets the truck and makes

it look like he's transporting apples

and hits a police officer in the process.

Get in touch with military records.

See if we can find anything on--

Uh, yeah-- uh, Lyle Townsend and Hugh Dankworth.

Will do.

Dankworth?

Let's bring them in.

Pay Baxter a visit, while we're at it.

Lawson, before you drag Baxter in,

we should find out which pilot is handing the tobacco over.

Whoever that is may also be responsible for Noel's death.

Baxter's not going anywhere.

In the meantime, we can go straight to the source

and potentially solve all three crimes--

your hit and run, the tobacco operation, and Noel's murder.

Right.

15 miles Northeast, passing

6,000 inbound, circuit out.

Alpha Zulu November, this is Chief--

Ladies.

Hello, doctor.

Beatrice, nice to see you.

Miss Ashford, how are you?

Oh, I'm-- I'm all right.

Thank you.

Uh, it's, um, Miss Alexander, by the way.

Noel was my stepfather.

I do beg your pardon.

Still, I imagine it must be difficult gathering

Noel's things together.

Beatrice has been helping me.

She's-- she's been very kind.

Is there anything you need?

Well, as a matter of fact, one of the pilots and I

share a mutual acquaintance and I was hoping

to introduce myself properly.

Oh, good timing.

That'll be them now.

Oh, how wonderful.

Well, um, I'll leave you to it.

More questions, doctor?

I actually came to see you.

I, uh, was just wondering how your brother was doing.

Brian, isn't it?

Yes.

What's it to you?

Your brother and I met in Singapore a few years back--

Malay Peninsula.

By the time they brought him to me,

nearly every bone in his body was broken.

You're that doctor?

Yes.

Thanks to you, my brother celebrated

his 40th birthday last week.

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

Uh, you serve in Sungai Petani?

Yes.

Ah--

453 Squadron.

453-- you flew air support for the ground troops

when the Japanese invaded.

You know about the ground troops?

I was there.

Join us for a drink inside?

I would love to.

Come on.

So my brothers joined the RAF too.

You know, there's less injuries.

But he wouldn't listen.

He wanted to get his hands dirty.

Ah, his loss.

Trouble coordinating your socks?

You need a woman in your life, Danksy.

Maybe I just don't want anyone telling me what to do.

Ah, who'd want that?

Ah, here she is.

Excuse me.

I'll just get rid of a few of these.

Great girl.

Yes, yes.

So you, um, still fly whenever you want?

Yeah, we do.

Cessna 310 hardly matches the thrill of a Brewster Buffalo.

But you know, gets us up there.

The Brewster Buffalo was a bugger of a plane.

Bloody death trap!

True, but it kept you on your toes.

It rained last night, I see.

Hasn't rained for two weeks.

You're talking about the weather now, doc?

Well, I just thought you'd be interested to know someone

took the Cessna up last night.

There's fresh mud on the tires.

Noel Ashford go up with you?

Noel wasn't with us.

It was just a quick flight.

Got to get your adrenaline pumping somehow.

Does anyone else know about this?

Those planes are for training.

We could lose our license.

It also makes you suspect.

But we were back by half past seven!

I think this drink is over.

Yes, of course.

Gentlemen.

That's right.

And pull it across.

Pull that-- whoa--

that's it.

I'm sorry, Jean.

I-- [laughing] I don't see the appeal.

This is really quite difficult.

You're thinking too hard about it.

What am I supposed to do?

Well, sometimes knitting's best

done thinking about something else

or talking about something else.

Ah, I've just been out to the Flying Club.

I still can't believe that poor man fell from a plane.

The pilots admitted taking a plane up last night,

but it doesn't seem right that they were involved

in Noel Ashford's death, honey.

These men are ex-RAAF pilots.

And these days for them, flying means escape, freedom,

and I don't think they'd ever want to jeopardize that.

So why would they be lying?

Red and green.

Hugh Dankworth is colorblind?

I'm fairly sure.

They both admitted flying that night.

Of course, with fresh mud on the tires of the Cessna,

they could hardly deny it!

So perhaps Noel Ashford found out and confiscated

Dankworth's license?

Gives Dankworth motive.

I suppose throwing him out of a plane

and trying to cover his tracks seemed like an option.

Now hang on--

I'm not saying Dankworth is responsible, just that--

well, he may be linked somehow.

Well, he seems responsible, all right.

We just need to know when they took that plane

and how far they traveled.

Sorry to have called you out here tonight.

Oh, anything I can do, Constable.

It's Charlie.

Charlie.

Now that is where Dankworth would

have had some real trouble-- the red and green warning lights.

And this is a training school?

Mm.

So what are we looking at here, Blake?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I just want to get this over and done with.

Do I sense a fear of flying?

No, you don't!

Oh.

How does someone get pushed out of a plane like this?

I have no idea.

But looking here, the hours on the tachometer are different.

The entry in the logbook said--

Yeah, yeah!

It was 1,831.

Yes!

And here we have 1,835.

That's four hours difference.

And I'd say enough room for cargo too.

Yes, indeed.

Right, we finished?

Oh, you want to hop out?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, please.

Hugh, clearly, your being colorblind may have

diminished your desire to fly.

My uncle ran the pilot school when I was in training.

He let me through.

By the time I signed up for the RAF,

they were so desperate for pilots.

I'm guessing the red and green warning lights would have

been something of an issue.

You can see what's red or green

by the position of the light.

Did Noel Ashford find out and threaten

to cancel your license?

No.

I made sure he never found out.

By killing him?

Of course not!

Why don't you tell us more about last night and that plane

you took for a ride?

Lyle and I went up about 6 o'clock

after we closed the club.

Starting at base, traveled 4 miles east towards Edgerton.

You didn't fly over the town center?

No.

We got back to the Flying Club about half-past 7:00.

Headed back to town, had a few drinks,

and then walked home about half-past 9:00.

Noel wasn't with us!

And you didn't drive a truck that night either?

A truck?

No.

I'm not being detained, am I?

What for, being colorblind?

For lying in an official police statement.

That a good enough start?

What?

If Noel Ashford did find out about your eyesight,

I think that might give you reason

to want to keep him quiet.

Now someone pushed him out of that plane.

And it wasn't me!

I told you the truth.

Well, not at first.

Come on, Hugh.

If I didn't care, I wouldn't be here.

So tell me, how you managed to keep flying?

Lyle's the only one who knows about my eyesight,

and he's always with me when I fly.

Any other teaching I do is on the ground.

What about Ashford?

I made sure I never went up with him.

He would have reported me for sure.

But you flew during the war.

How on earth did you manage that?

They needed all the pilots they could get.

And as long as my co-pilot was on the ball, I was all right.

You blokes have got no idea.

Spoken like a true serviceman.

People talk about the war as if it was something terrible.

And of course, it was.

Just not for me.

I got to fly all these incredible machines

all over the place.

That's plenty years of my life.

Quite.

Lawson?

He's adamant Ashford wasn't up in the plane with them.

They were back by half-past 7:00, long before Noel fell.

So Dankworth flew a plane and Noel Ashford

was tossed out of one?

You don't seem convinced.

Oh, they're just trying to relive their glory days.

I can't see them killing a fellow ex-serviceman

in order to do that.

Boss?

Yes?

Uh, Clayton Shaw wants to talk to you in person.

He's got a complaint about how slack

the police have been in getting back to him.

Well, did you tell him that a copper was knocked

over on the way to his place?

I did.

And he said that next time someone flies

a plane over his farm and spooks his cows,

he'll shoot them down.

Over his farm?

What time?

Why, around 6 o'clock, but then

again at around half-past 9:00.

Twice?

Mm.

Dankworth didn't mention that, did he?

Follow up on the other farms and see what they have to say.

Well, actually, do you mind if it waits till tomorrow?

I, um-- I'm meant to be knocking off pretty soon.

Got plans, have we?

Oh, fair enough.

First thing tomorrow.

Thanks, boss.

Still reckon the pilots are trying

to relive their glory days?

The plane flew twice that night.

Oh, you can carve, Lucien.

It was the second flight that Noel Ashford fell from.

So the pilots went from the Flying Club

and flew over the town center?

Lucien?

Ah, thank you.

Um, Jean, just give me a moment.

Oh--

Now let's say the chicken is the Flying Club.

Now let's say the salt is Lydiard Street, where

poor Noel Ashford was found.

And the jug, the jug--

That's a gravy boat.

I do beg your pardon.

The gravy boat is the plane.

Now where does-- - what's his name--

Clayton Shaw live?

Morena.

Where's that?

And the pilot said they flew east from the Flying Club.

That means they didn't cross the town center.

Well, they had to.

Mattie--

So Clayton said that there was one plane

at 6:00 back and forth and then another

plane at half-past 9:00.

The pilots said they were back at base by half-past 7:00.

That still doesn't explain the flight over Ballarat

when they were nowhere near it.

I'm sorry, but the Flying Club is getting cold.

Yes.

Lucien?

Now that is a sour cream gravy, and the other one

is a homemade tomato sauce.

Shall we?

Mm.

Jean?

This wasn't simply a case of two flights.

There were two separate planes.

We could have gone to the pictures,

but this really is the best view of the Ballarat night sky.

It's as if you can see every single star there is.

This isn't just a part-time job for you, is it?

No.

My brother was RAAF.

He never made it home.

Pilots here, they wear the same cologne that he used to.

Makes me feel as if he's still close by.

Oh, I'm sorry, Beatrice.

Well, you owe me a story now.

I call my mum everyday.

I've got younger brothers too.

They're much younger.

Mum's kind of struggling without me there.

And your dad?

Nah.

I tell you, I love the work here and I'm good at it.

But I don't really know anyone and they don't trust me

and that makes it really hard.

So why are you here?

Uh, they're promoting me after this.

That's why.

Um, Beatrice, you were right.

This is the best view in Ballarat.

Really?

Really.

You have got to be joking me.

Doc!

Charlie.

Sorry to interrupt.

This can't wait.

Now you said there were two flights that night.

There were, in fact, two different planes.

For God's sake!

But there's just the one plane in operation, Doctor.

Yes, the Cessna.

I think we should start looking at the other planes too.

How many are there?

A few, but none of the others can get off the ground.

Right.

Perhaps we should start by looking

in that hangar over there.

But Doc, can't this wait till the morning?

I'm afraid not, Charlie.

Now come on!

I'm sorry.

What is it?

That is a Beechcraft 18.

As far as I know, it hasn't been flying for months.

Charlie, may I, um--

Hasn't been flying for months, she said.

How do you explain the fresh mud on the tires?

I really have no idea.

We found that inside the Beechcraft.

Noel Ashford was wearing a jacket that night.

This thread comes from that very jacket.

It's the plane he fell from.

So one or both of those pilots were in that

plane with Noel Ashford.

And it stunk of tobacco.

And you're convinced that Hugh couldn't

have flown it by himself?

Oh, highly unlikely.

Which means that Lyle Townsend is our man.

Hello?

Police Station.

Have a look at this from the war office.

It's Lyle Townsend's service record.

My goodness.

Yes.

Dishonorably discharged for--

I know.

running contraband in 1947.

So Lyle Townsend's the one who's handing over tobacco

to our barber friend.

Now if it's all right with you, we'll go and pay Willard

Baxter a visit right now.

Uh, Doc, that was Cec Drury.

You're needed urgently down at the Colonists'.

Right.

Mind if I, um--

No, you will anyway.

Davis.

Sarah?

I just wanted to know what he was feeling when he did it.

Look, it's hard to know why people do what they do.

You're wondering what to say to make

me feel better, aren't you?

Not at all.

There's nothing I can say.

I can tell you the police are investigating

your stepfather's death.

What's to investigate?

He may not have fallen from here.

I believe he fell from one of his planes and perhaps--

perhaps was the victim of foul play.

We found a blues thread matching his jacket

in one of the planes.

OK, well that makes sense.

He was always working on the Beechcraft.

Your mother said the jacket was brand new, that he'd only

worn it once the night he died.

Well, are you saying one of the pilots did this?

Police are going to search the Flying Club tomorrow morning--

thoroughly.

Hopefully, they'll get to the truth.

Come on.

What's all this stuff doing on my table?

Whoever flew tobacco into Ballarat

was also responsible for Noel Ashford's death

and wore one of these headsets.

Now it appears they were coming from Myrtleford.

Police are closing in on Lyle Townsend.

And of course, thanks to me, they already have

their hands on Hugh Dankworth.

And you're not convinced that either of them did it, are you?

No. Frankly, I'm not.

Mattie, can you try this on?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yes!

Do I have to give it back?

Yes, you do.

Mattie, just while you're here,

would you mind terribly if I just tried these on you?

Wait, how do you tighten it?

Uh, like this.

Yes.

There.

Wonderful.

Could you take them off carefully for me?

Thank you.

Now look here.

This headset is as small as the ones

we just adjusted for Mattie.

There you are.

Now it's making sense.

Afternoon.

Willard Baxter.

Don't coppers have their own barbers?

Oh, the lad needs a shave.

I hear that you've been selling tobacco without a license.

Yeah, well, I usually don't get

interrogated by my customers.

Hm.

Well, you are now--

in relation to charges of illegal tobacco possession,

a suspected hit and run, and severely

injuring a police officer.

I'm not obliged to do or say anything.

You forgot to mention that bit.

You know it off by heart.

You still have to say it.

Senior Constable Davis, please let the record state that I've

read Mr. Baxter his rights.

Sir.

Now when my officer got knocked over,

I wanted to find the bloke and I wanted to slit his throat.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

You drive cheap tobacco from Ballarat air strip.

You hope that no one will notice.

You get an old truck.

You paint it a fake brand.

Now everyone knows that Leon Woods'

trucks use the same route.

Who's going to notice one more truck?

You hope that it'll keep that way

until you knock over Constable Martin two nights ago.

You failed to stop and render assistance.

Sounds like you're guessing.

I've got uniforms turning your place upside-down.

I'm guessing I'll find the set of keys to match that truck.

So maybe I drive a truck now and again.

To bring in tobacco?

Yeah.

I might go easier on you if just tell me

who you get the chop chop from.

We both know you're not going to make it easy on me.

Last chance!

Who's your contact at the Flying Club?

Myrtleford and back?

That's a fair trip, isn't it?

How long were you able to hide the extra use of fuel?

Noel was searching inside the cabin, wasn't he?

Just like me.

He found a patch of tobacco and he put it in his pocket.

He realized he'd found his contraband runner.

And then he-- he stowed away at the back of the plane,

intending to catch you in the act.

But you weren't flying the plane, were you, Beatrice?

And that's why you're in the co-pilot seat.

That's right, isn't it?

Plan on throwing me out of the plane too?

Sarah, what are you doing?

Look, you can't be serious.

Stop the plane.

Everybody out!

Watch your head.

James Alexander was my real father.

He loved planes, and he loved me.

He taught me how to fly.

How long have you been flying in illegal tobacco?

Years.

It was my dad's idea.

Must have made you both a fair amount of money.

It wasn't about the money.

It was for the thrill of it.

And I loved being with him.

Sarah, how did he die?

He and Noel took a plane up together.

Noel was supposed to have repaired it,

but it wasn't ready and it crashed on the runway.

Noel survived and dad didn't.

And a few months later, he was married to my mother.

And he wanted me to call him dad.

The night that Noel Ashford died, he was in the plane

when you took off?

Yeah.

He'd become suspicious.

Beatrice worked the books, but he had noticed there

were some fuel unaccounted for.

So he watched us, and he stowed away in the back.

Why didn't he talk to you about it?

Because he wanted to catch me out.

And the door blew open when we hit turbulence,

and Beatrice took over, and I went back,

and I found him there.

What happened?

Well, he called me a stupid girl.

He said I was just as bad as my father, and I slapped him.

And the plane banked.

There was a storm that night.

Yeah.

His knee gave way and the door was open.

You're not trying to tell me it was an accident?

He fell against the door, didn't he?

We found a thread from the jacket he was wearing.

Yeah, he grabbed onto the door frame and he expected me

to help him, but I didn't 'cause he thought

I was just a silly girl.

That's still murder, Ms. Alexander.

Yeah, well, I miss my dad.

Why?

I needed the money.

Well, the bank won't give loans to women.

I can't afford to buy a car.

I can't afford to buy a home.

What's fair about that?

You can work Beatrice!

And I do.

But that's not enough.

Look, I found out what Sarah was doing.

She offered to bring me in on it.

I didn't know she'd kill anyone.

And you thought by going out with me,

you could keep an eye on me?

Well, I never thought we'd get on so well.

It was just one date.

You wanted to see me, boss?

I did.

What the bloody hell do you think you were doing?

Whatever it is you have to say, you

can say in front of the doc!

Answer me.

I don't know, sir.

That woman was the subject of an investigation,

and she played you like a bloody violin.

It's not the first time now, is it?

A few weeks ago, you gave crucial information

to a man who turned out to be the perpetrator.

You nearly derailed the entire investigation.

And God knows what information you're reporting back

to your superiors in Melbourne!

Would you like my resignation, sir?

No.

I want you right here, where I can keep an eye on you.

Get out.

Sir.

Well, remind me never to get on the wrong side of you.

It's a bit late for that, don't you think?

Fair point.

Can you trust him?

Hm.

Doctor?

Oh, thank you, Jean.

You know, it's a wonder.

People still manage to surprise me.

You talking about those two girls?

Actually, no.

I was thinking of you two.

Sitting here, working away like this.

And there's something menacing about those knitting needles,

the way they dart in and out--

Nonsense, Lucien.

slide around.

It's actually very relaxing, isn't it, Mattie?

Not yet.

Soon.

Anyhow, isn't it just knit one, pull one?

There's a lot more to it than that.

Just ignore him!

Besides, I think he's become a little alarmed.

Something about a conspiracy of women, perhaps.

Remind me never to underestimate either of you

two.