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Excuse me.

Two tickets, please.

Two tickets.

Enjoy the show.

Hello.

Just one, please.

thank you.

Thank you.

Next please.

Give us a box of matches, Bell.

Mrs. Paisley?

Oh, hello, Amelia.

Patrick.

Hello.

Congratulations, by the way.

Thank you.

Where is your fiancee?

Oh, he's just running late.

Amelia!

Belle.

You OK?

So good to see you.

How are you?

Cigarettes!

Popcorn!

Anyone?

Cigarettes!

Miss, just some mints.

Thanks.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

- There you are. - Thanks.

That's kind of you.

Thanks very much.

Everyone, we need to evacuate this area now.

Stay calm.

Make your way to the nearest exit.

Adam?

Adam!

What's going on?

Paddy, help me.

Adam is in there.

Jesus.

Ah.

Is someone in there?

Yes, it's my projectionist.

It's locked.

Here, give me that.

You all right in there?

Hey, you all right?

He's-- he's not breathing.

I'll call the fire department.

Somebody get some [inaudible].

What's happening?

Paddy?

Adam?

Jean.

All is fine here.

But--

Right.

Charlie.

Hello, doc.

By the time I got there, there was a little bit of smoke

coming from under the door.

How was the club?

Peaceful.

This is Adam Summers.

He was the projectionist here.

Yes.

Minimal burns.

Oh, goodness, a lot of smoke, eh?

That's what they said.

I see they tried CPR.

Richard Tyler, this is Doctor Lucian Blake.

Oh, Richard.

Mr. Tyler pulled Summers out from the room.

Had to kick the door in.

He wasn't breathing when I got him out.

Fair to say you took quite a risk dragging him out of there.

Mr. Tyler is the captain of the Adelaide

Metro fire station.

Calculated risk, really.

Still, couldn't save him.

Well, at least you tried.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Richard.

Well, cause of death, smoke inhalation?

Asphyxiation.

I'll put a bottle of scotch on it.

No, no.

I lost the last bet.

Come on, Lawson, Where's your sense of adventure?

Yes, terrible. - I'm sorry.

Where are my manners?

Hello again.

Richard Tyler.

Body mostly untouched by fire.

Small burns on the back of the right hand.

Ember burns.

Sparks.

I'd say it was the hand closest to the fire.

Yes.

What kind of job is a projectionist?

Projectionist?

Well, he looks after the machinery

that projects the images--

screens the pictures at the cinema.

I've never been.

To the Rex?

Oh, you should go.

It's-- it's a beautiful building.

No, I mean to the cinema.

Ever?

That's right.

Coloration indicates carbon monoxide poisoning.

And smoke inhalation, obviously.

Bruising on the chest consistent with CPR.

And petechiae.

Petechiae?

Yes.

Rupturing of the minor capillaries

of the eyes consistent with applied force to the neck.

Yes, Thank you.

I know what it is.

You didn't check.

No visible trauma to the neck.

No bruising.

Did something fall on him?

Debris from the fire?

No.

Obviously, he was breathing when the fire started.

Then why didn't he get out of there?

Perhaps he was unconscious when the fire started.

How?

Lawson.

You mind?

We're on a code 30.

Yes, well, I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch.

But presence of soot and ash in the windpipe and lungs,

presence of carbon monoxide at fatal levels,

and bloods and tissue samples--

all indicators of asphyxiation due to smoke inhalation.

What's this subcutaneous bruising?

Well, underneath the skin, there

was evidence of force having been applied to the throat

over the carotid artery.

Enough force, it would seem, to have rendered him unconscious.

Applied how?

Well, the pattern of bruising suggests something--

something broad.

Perhaps a forearm, you see?

Like a chokehold.

Yes.

Maintained until he lost consciousness.

How long did that last for?

Anything up to two minutes.

The point is this.

Someone was with him.

They knocked him out, and they left him there to die.

You owe me a bottle of scotch.

Yes.

Davis, we're on a code 31.

I'm not familiar with that one, sir.

Blake and I are going to the pictures.

You can answer the phones.

Yes, I've already started cleaning up.

I'll need you to keep out of the projection

booth for the time being.

But I have to reopen.

Not until we say you can.

Why was the door locked?

It stops patrons barging in during the screenings.

We used the sand buckets to put it out.

There wasn't much actual flame, just a lot of smoke.

Right.

Tell me, was Mr. Summers a smoker?

Of course he was.

I warned him, though, don't do it near the prints.

But that's not so much of a problem these days, is it?

There might have been some nitrate prints

stored with the others.

You kept nitrate prints in here?

I'm-- I might have kept some after the recall.

In this very room with your smoking projectionist.

Thank you, Mr. Mclaren.

We'll call you if we need you.

Bloody hell.

Unbelievable.

What do you make of it?

Well, tiny room.

No windows.

No other exit.

If you close this door, the room's as good as sealed.

The fire would have burned up all

the oxygen pretty damn quickly.

Looks like cash, receipts, and notes.

Let's think about this.

High heat.

Lots of smoke, especially with that door closed.

Let me see.

Hm.

Acetate.

Smells like vinegar.

Yeah, I'll take your word for it.

Yes.

And yet, that doesn't smell like vinegar.

Odd.

Lawson, what's that rectangular tin or whatever that is there?

Acetone.

Ah, smells the same.

Acetone is highly flammable.

Right, especially when combined

with nitrate film stock.

This fire was deliberately lit.

Summers was alive when the fire started.

Yes.

You go through the foyer to get into here.

So?

Whoever did this bought a ticket, or didn't have to.

Deliberately?

Who'd do a thing like that?

I'll need a list of all your employees

that were working last night.

Bella the cigarette girl, me, and Adam.

And a list of all the patrons that you can remember.

Oh, it was a pretty quiet session.

Slow sales.

20, 25 people.

That's all.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

We'll let you know.

Why would he want to kill his projectionist

and set a fire inside his very own cinema?

I'll talk to a few more people, then I'll bring him in.

Hey.

How much in the film did you miss last night?

Oh, I didn't see much of it really.

No great loss.

It wasn't the usual Jimmy Stewart film.

It was-- oh, your friend Amelia was

there with her brother Patrick.

Such a lovely boy.

And he's so good to his sister.

I suppose he'll be there tomorrow night at the party.

Yeah, I'm not listening.

Lucian, are you going to join us anytime soon?

Not very airtight, is it?

Is that a good thing?

Well, not if you want to asphyxiate someone.

I'll keep that in mind.

Jean, how many people were in the cinema would you say?

I have no idea, but it was jam packed.

Really?

That's not what the manager said.

How's the study guide?

It's interesting, even if certain people

are more intent on matchmaking.

I'm allowed to make suggestions.

What?

Patrick York.

Jean's hopeful for me.

Oh, yes, isn't he that lovely chap

who helped break the door down?

See?

Thank you, both of you.

But I am fine.

I'll get that.

Oh, Mattie.

Dr. Blake's residence.

- Not interested, eh? - Oh.

- Don't do that. - Can you--

I just need to take this in another room.

I have essays that need attention.

He seems like a perfectly lovely chap.

Excuse me.

I'm just going to take that in the study.

It's all right.

Mattie, you listen to me.

You don't have to work all the time.

Well, I'll remember that next time I see

you at your desk at 2:00 AM.

Touche.

Well, I can have dinner on the table at 6:00.

And then, we-- well, that depends if he's here.

I don't think he's going to [inaudible]...

It all depends on what he wants to do.

So really, I don't--

I don't need to ask permission.

But I can probably say 6:30.

Busy day, eh?

Yeah, been interviewing people all morning

who were at the pictures.

Mr. York, Mr. Foster, Amelia.

Please, take any seat you can.

Amelia, pleased to not have seen you in here recently.

Yes, I've settled down some then, superintendent.

Glad to hear it.

We've already given a statement.

We just want to go over some details.

Name.

Bella Stapleton.

22 Peel Street North.

Policemen are getting more handsome every day.

Occupation.

I sell cigarettes and popcorn at the Rex cinema.

Other odd jobs.

Whatever Mr. Mclaren wants.

And roughly how many patrons were in the auditorium

yesterday?

The place was full.

Did you see anyone leave their seats during the screening?

No.

A few people.

I went to the toilet.

I went out to look for Vincent.

I was running late.

I missed the film entirely.

Got there when all the action was happening.

Did you see anyone else in the foyer?

Just the other patrons.

Miles, the manager.

What was he doing?

Gypping people probably.

Patrick.

I did some carpentry work for him a month ago.

Still hasn't paid me.

And I've only just gotten my business out of the red.

Miles hated Adam.

They were always fighting.

What about?

Lots of things.

Miles was tight.

Adam was sleazy.

Sleazy?

How?

He just was.

What sort of work did you do for him?

Repairs, joinery.

I built the door We had to break down.

The door to the projection booth?

Nothing wrong with the old door.

But Miles wanted a door that sealed.

Did you hear any of their arguments?

A lot of them.

But there was one a few weeks ago.

Adam was showing movies to his friends after hours.

Right.

We had someone yell fire.

We could see it in the booth, so we ran out to the foyer.

What was Mr. Mclaren doing?

Not much.

He's pretty useless, really.

We were lucky the other bloke came along.

He was the one who broke the door down.

You said the door was locked.

Yes.

But wouldn't Mr. Mclaren have a key?

I would have thought so.

Thank you.

That will be all.

Anything else, Miss Stapleton?

I don't think so.

Well, thank you.

You can go.

You know, wouldn't hurt you to smile once in a while.

Go back and speak to the manager.

There's been some discrepancies in what he's been telling us.

Take the doctor with you.

Yes, sir.

She was an attractive young woman.

I'm surprised you didn't ask her out.

Like I said, it was a pretty quiet day yesterday.

You can see from the ticket sales.

Must make it hard to earn a living.

Sure does.

Any chance you might have recognized some of the, what,

20 people who you sold tickets to?

We're keen to see everyone who was here.

No one comes to mind.

Really?

No regulars.

I'm pretty busy on a workday.

It must be tough losing a worker like Adam Summers.

Yeah, he was a great bloke.

Good worker?

Not bad at all.

Despite the fact that he brought his mates

in for private showings, which really pissed you off,

didn't it, Mr. Mclaren?

You find anything?

No.

No, I didn't.

How did you get on with the manager?

Well, he's helping us with our inquiries.

He sells tickets, doesn't tear up the stub,

then resells the ticket for the next customer.

He's robbing the distributor then falsifying the records.

What about Summers?

A lot of arguments.

Summers was screening films for his mates after hours.

Mclaren objected, then got a new door fitted for the booth.

He's in the interview room now.

I'll join you.

Sir.

I didn't mind the first time.

Lawson, Charlie, a quick word?

Take a seat.

We'll be with you in a moment.

What?

Summers lived at 9 Earlinson Avenue.

Why would he have a four poster wrought iron bed delivered

Ealing Estate, Wicklow Drive?

Ealing estate?

Yes, I found that receipt and this note in his wallet.

Look here.

Ed.

The Tyneman family own Ealing Estate.

And Patrick has a son named Edward.

Charlie, any sign of a four poster

wrought iron bed when you search Summers' flat?

No, it was a single bed.

He had an old camera and some movie posters.

I mean, the place was tiny.

All right, we'll talk to Edward Tyneman tomorrow.

But this note details an event happening tonight.

Tomorrow.

I'll ask him how he knows Summers.

You leave Tyneman alone.

Scout's honor.

Not much of a scout then.

Truth is I never joined.

Every other room's a mess.

But this one's been decorated and swept clean.

Just this room?

No one's lived here for decades.

You said the place belonged to Tyneman.

His great grandfather built it.

Then Patrick's father built closer into town.

What do you make of this?

Someone's been held here.

I'll get the boys to search the property,

then I'll talk to Patrick tomorrow.

Sir, the mail's not addressed to Patrick Tyneman.

It's addressed to Edward Tyneman.

Looks like he's the official owner.

And there is that thing at the Carrying

Bush tonight organized by Ed, which Summers was invited to.

Well, unlike you, I don't have a direct line to the Tynemans.

We'll make sure no one else is at risk here,

and then I'll talk to Patrick tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

O'Brien.

Davis.

Where are you going?

To a hen's night.

I'm not sure you're invited.

Whose hens night?

Amelia York and Vincent Foster.

You don't know them.

What, men and women together?

It is the 50s.

Yeah, different rooms.

Hey, O'Brien, what does Edward Tyneman

have to do with all this?

He's Vincent's best friend.

Is there anything else?

Have a great night.

I will.

- Mattie! - Oh, my god.

- You made it. - Only just.

Muah!

Muah!

Only just.

You OK?

You need a drink, darling.

And you are thirsty I'm sure.

Will!

Will, three please.

Thank you.

OK, maybe just the one.

Oh, Amelia, it is a hen's night.

And you are the hen, darling.

To Amelia and Vincent.

No, no no.

You are finishing that.

And then, we're getting you another.

And another.

Oh, sweetie, you've become such a

bore since you've met Vincent.

must be love.

Yeah, it is.

Well, then good for you.

Suppose I should sell it, really.

It's nice up in the air in the hills.

Oh, I can imagine it is.

Oh, I've never been to Adelaide, but I have seen them--

I've seen the odd postcard.

And it looks rather hot to me.

Got to watch out for the bushfires, of course.

Yes, I can imagine.

Oh, Lucian.

Oh, I didn't think you were here for dinner.

- Change of plans. - Doctor.

- It's-- - Richard.

Of course.

Excuse me for making myself at home.

Jean promised me you wouldn't mind.

Not at all.

So, Richard, tell me, how do you know Jean?

I dropped my wallet when we were at the pictures.

And Jean came to my rescue.

Oh, hardly.

And we talked a bit after the fire.

Richard's from Adelaide.

I had family here until recently.

I see.

Who?

My brother Henry and his daughter.

Is that who you stay with?

Henry passed some months back.

And after that, his daughter, my niece, Rebecca, moved away.

Oh, I'm so sorry about your brother.

Richard, you mind terribly if I ask you a couple

of questions about that fire?

Oh, Lucian, no.

No, it's all right.

Of course.

It appears it was deliberately lit

using acetone as an accelerant.

Acetone is highly flammable.

And fairly toxic, yes.

In a small room, especially if it's airtight.

That's horrible.

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

What did you want to know?

Well, how long would it take for a small room

like that to run out of oxygen?

Depends on the fire.

Small room like that, two minutes.

Maybe less.

It also depends on what there is to burn.

Right.

Do-- well, I'll leave you to it.

Thank you.

Doctor, if there's anything else about the fire

I can help you with. - Thank you.

And please, it's Lucian.

Thank you, Lucian.

Good night.

Good night.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Now, I know it's traditional to wish the groom

luck on throwing his life away.

And we do.

We wish him luck.

He's going to need it.

I mean, we tried to warn him, but he wouldn't listen.

So to Vincent, you idiot.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Edward.

Kind words.

Just go easy on these.

Not like the last time.

Apparently the bride is celebrating

her hen's party next door.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

If it was my party, I wouldn't want

the missus anywhere near it.

,

Well, there's a back room in case anything gets too messy.

Really?

I had some entertainment planned, but it fell through.

You organized all this?

I

Just threw some of dad's money at it.

Well, my father would supervise.

And you are?

A ring-in, obviously.

The name's Charles.

Edward Tyneman.

Vincent seems happy.

Yeah, well, he's in love apparently.

She's beneath him.

Drink, Charles?

That would be great.

Mrs. Vincent Foster.

I know.

Mrs. Vincent Foster.

He's only the richest young man in Ballarat.

Hey, Bella, be nice.

You know that's not why I'm marrying him.

Paddy must be so relieved to have you off his hands.

No, he's happy for me.

Speaking of Paddy--

Don't.

All right.

She is married to her work.

She's happy.

I've been fending off Jean as well, you know.

Ever since that fire when Paddy made

such a hero of himself trying to save the projectionist.

What?

Well, let's just say that's one person we won't be missing.

More shandies?

I'm telling you, once it's your turn, you will find one.

And then, I will be your best man.

I will be your best man.

Rather curious, aren't you, Charles?

Hey.

I've checked, and no one he seems to know you.

Or your father.

So why are you here?

That's a 16 mil projector.

Oh, are you a fan?

Are you?

How did you know Adam Summers?

I'll go now, shall I?

How have you been, Charles?

Right this way, please.

My father sends his regards, superintendent.

Shall I just sit here?

Council documents show that you

are the owner of Ealing estate.

Is this correct?

Yes.

Records show that your father gifted you

the property three years ago.

When was the last time you were there?

A year ago.

Exactly one year ago?

Pretty much.

Who maintains the property if you don't?

Have you seen it, superintendent?

There have been some changes made recently.

Some furniture delivered.

A wrought iron bed was installed upstairs.

Squatters, clearly.

Adam Summers was a projectionist

at the Rex cinema.

He was murdered two days ago.

Did you know Adam Summers?

No.

And yet, he had furniture delivered to your property.

As I said, squatters.

We found a note on him.

Carrying Bush Hotel, 8:00 PM.

Ed.

You organized the joint backs of hens

night at the Carrying Bush Hotel last night.

Your name's Ed.

It's Edward.

There's a difference.

So maybe you should ask someone else.

I've been helpful today.

But if you want to speak to me again,

you'll be dealing with the family lawyer.

Well, I think Charlie might be on the right track here.

You still holding the manager?

Mm.

Good.

I'd like to have another look at that projection booth.

You mind if I take Charlie?

What are you looking for?

The question we've been asking is,

why would someone kill Summers?

And we have absolutely no idea.

Perhaps the better question would be,

why would someone light a fire?

So, doc, what are you thinking?

I don't know.

I just-- I just don't know.

Charlie, you've just put a chokehold on Summers, yes?

How did I get in?

Well, say you're the manager of the cinema

and you've got a key.

Or-- or just maybe I'm Edward Tyneman and Summers knows me.

You be careful.

You're starting to sound like me.

Now, you argue, or you don't.

Be with me for a second, would you?

But somehow-- somehow you manage to get a chokehold on him, yes?

And you maintain that hold until he's unconscious.

All right.

All right, so I'm strong.

But you have barely two minutes--

two minutes to start a fire.

Well, why don't I just kill him?

Maybe that's not your intention.

What, so I just want to burn the place down?

Ah, but this door--

this door closes, sealing the room.

And the fire smolders down.

Maybe I don't get that.

Maybe you do.

Maybe you do.

But why?

Why do you do it here?

Well, because nitrate burns like nothing else on earth.

That's why.

What?

This film-- this is 16 millimeter.

Normally, film used for general exhibition is 35 millimeter.

There seems to be a lot of this 16 millimeter stuff here.

Edward Tyneman, he had a 16 mil film projector

at that party last night.

Are you sure Mrs. Beazley won't mind?

She's used to me making a mess.

Not quite what I meant.

Mattie!

Have you ever edited film before?

Can't say that I have.

Well, this was amongst the film stock at the cinema.

It's 16 millimeter not meant to be there.

So we're going to clean it, we're

going to cut away the damage, and we're

going to stick it together.

With what?

Sticky tape.

Why?

Well, because we're out of ideas.

All right.

You keep up a fair pace.

Yes, well, I have to around here.

Oh, cup of tea, Richard?

Lovely.

Lucian?

In here.

What's through those doors?

It's his mother's room apparently.

He keeps it locked.

Don't even think about it, Charlie.

Oh, what's going on?

Film from the fire.

Managed to splice it together.

Evidence.

Is that-- that's the room in Tyneman's house.

Yes.

Bloody Tynemans.

Edward this time, not Patrick.

The son of the local businessman.

That's a-- a girl.

What's she doing?

Oh, Lucian.

Jean.

Jean.

Jean.

- What the devil? - Richard.

Richard, please.

Mattie, are you all right?

What is it?

The birth mark.

I know who that is.

Please.

Thanks for coming in, Amelia.

Take a seat over here.

I'm afraid-- I'm afraid what I have to tell you is going

to come as unwelcome news.

With this investigation into Mr. Summers' death,

some 16 millimeter film was found in the projection booth.

Now, it was damaged somewhat, but we managed to piece it

together and view it.

It was pornographic.

And you were in it.

Does Mattie know?

I'm afraid so.

Tell me, how did this happen?

After my parents died, I really went off the rails.

My brother was always there for me.

What does Paddy have to do with this?

He borrowed some money to start a business,

but then he couldn't pay back.

I see.

Who did he borrow money from?

Edward Tyneman?

He said that I could pay back all of Paddy's debts

if I let him film me.

Of course.

When was this?

About six months ago.

I hadn't met Vincent yet.

And does Paddy-- does he know about his?

He found out.

Men started-- he was so angry.

I wasn't the only one.

There are other films.

Other girls.

I'm so sorry.

Amelia.

I feel so dirty.

Well, you're not.

Not at all.

Just promise me you won't tell Vincent.

How is she?

Well, she's feeling ashamed.

You know, she's never going to talk to me again

because I saw her doing that.

Listen, you did the right thing.

Terrible Jean.

Trying to pay off her brother's debts.

Poor girl.

Yes.

Thank you.

And by the way, I'm sorry Richard had to see that.

Are you fond of him?

Let's not talk about Richard like this.

Are you fond of him?

Because if you are, you have my blessing.

Well, thank you.

I'm so grateful.

Why don't you organize the reception while you're at it?

You know, I'm not a fool, Lucian.

I don't just fall head over heels for any man who

who pays me some attention.

Jean, I was just--

Richard is a very charming man.

But after he saw that film, he followed me into the garden,

he got angry, and he shouted at me.

I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

Yes, so thank you for your blessings.

But this time I'll pass.

Tyneman's lawyer denies everything.

Threatened legal action.

Can he do that?

Well, he can make life difficult.

You think Miss York will go on record against him?

No.

No, it'll destroy her.

Constable.

What do you think?

About the brother?

Certainly plenty of motive.

But why didn't he go straight after it with Tyneman.

Well, perhaps he was next on the list after he killed Adam.

He was set about destroying the film.

What about the manager?

No, small time fraud, perhaps.

But this is different.

Are we certain the fiancee doesn't know?

Amelia begged me not to tell him.

She did say, however, there were other girls.

Probably worth tracking them down.

Not that they're likely to come forward.

Lucian.

Richard.

So this is where you work?

Well, when I'm not in surgery, yes.

Something I can do for you?

Jean said you'd be here.

I wanted to apologize to both of you.

I lost my temper.

No need to apologize.

Well, that sort of thing, it's the worst kind of exploitation.

Young women.

It's the worst.

I certainly hope those responsible

are caught and punished.

But that's still no excuse.

I shouldn't have lost my temper.

Well, no harm done, I'm sure.

Now listen, how long you in town for?

I'm not sure.

There are some family matters to attend to.

Right, I understand.

Thanks, Lucian.

Now listen, dinner sometime, yes?

- I'd love to. - Good.

See you.

Richard.

Lucian.

Get out of here, Lucian, please.

Just go.

Let me--

And what do I tell Jean?

That I just left you here?

Richard, come on, you weren't planning to die tonight.

I don't know I wasn't.

Please.

Please, I'm asking you, don't--

don't do it.

They told her no one else would see it.

But they traveled up and down the country showing everyone.

My brother went into his local, and saw

his daughter doing that.

While all the other drinkers stood around cheering.

You've got family?

Yes.

Well, then, understand I had to do something.

Henry's health was never good.

That as good as killed him.

Sweet Rebecca dropped a bundle after that.

Where is she now?

Mayday Hills.

Committed.

Six months ago.

Said she couldn't bear the thought of her father

knowing the bastard responsible inherits this.

He doesn't bloody deserve it.

No, he does not.

So what are you going to do now?

I'm going to stay with you and wait until you're ready.

And then, together, we'll walk out of here.

And I'll drive you back into town.

You're going to let me go?

Then why should I come with you?

Because you are a decent man, Richard.

You are.

A decent man in spite of what you've done.

Adam Summers wouldn't have thought so.

Look, I think you might be right.

Jean would expect you to accompany me back to town.

Really?

Even now?

Oh, yes.

Well, I better not disappoint her then.

The bloke who did this, they won't get away with it.

I promise you that.

Anything you want to tell us Mr. Tyneman?

I've already warned you, Mr. Lawson.

My lawyer will be here soon.

The courts recognize early guilty pleas.

Then I'll accept nothing less than a full apology.

Fair enough.

Constable found something interesting when I

was going through the footage.

Stop there.

There in the mirror.

Extortion.

False imprisonment.

The producing of pictures or of a film

of an indecent, obscene, or disgusting nature.

Is this your doing?

Is this your doing?

Dad.

Patrick.

I understand my family lawyer was being contacted.

So I believe.

I'm calling him off.

You're on your own.

What?

This is not the way our family conducts itself.

You have forced a young woman to prostitute herself.

And you filmed it for your own pleasure.

It was for money.

It's disgusting.

And it's illegal.

Well that's never stopped you before.

You're a disgrace.

I apologize for wasting police resources.

Charge him.

Dad.

Dad!

Dad!

You OK?

Let's go.

Sorry, can I ask, does my fiancee

have to know about this?

He won't hear it from us, Miss York.

Thank you.

But you might still consider telling him.

I understand he loves you.

Might be worth trusting that.

So.

Haven't you got some paperwork to do?

Yes.

He'll get there.

Don't tell me you've just washed

the sheet we used as a screen.

It was already clean.

Well, it's cleaner now.

He was a good man, Richard.

Mostly.

There was just something--

Yes, something.

Very sad about him.

The same can be said of a lot of people.

Yes, but we don't all light fires and kill people, do we?

No.

No, we don't.

Jean, I am so sorry I offended you.

I'll never give you my blessing again.

Oh, just as well.

Pass me another towel.

Thank you.

You're welcome.