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Where's the rest?

I tried.

Are you stealing from me?

Please.

I can make you tell me.

- Leave her alone!

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Our return journey will

be so much more thrilling, Dot.

The first Hispano-Suiza

was built for the King of Spain.

Isn't she sleek?

The body's low and wide,

but it hides an engine

of fiendish power.

Are you sure that's wise,

miss, for a lady detective?

Won't the crims hear you coming?

They'll see me first.

Shall I hold your bag for you,

Mother?

I am trying to count!

Stupid girl!

Two first-class tickets

to Ballarat, please.

Oh, thank you, Bert, Cec.

I don't know what I'd do

without you two.

You're about to find out, miss.

We got a couple

of other jobs on the go.

Most of them a lot less trouble.

What a pity!

I take possession

of my new house today.

I was hoping you might help

with the last of the furniture.

Our old jalopy

won't handle heavy loads.

That's a shame.

But if you call at this address,

I've left a small token

of my appreciation for you.

Thanks, miss.

Much appreciated.

Goodbye!

Maybe I should stay behind

to help with the unpacking.

Wouldn't I be of more use?

I didn't invite you along

to be useful, Dot.

I invited you

so we could have some fun.

I'll do my best, then.

You do realize, young man,

that if you're squashed

on the tracks,

no one can put you

back together again?

Eddy! Eddy!

Stay away from the edge!

Boys.

I never understood

the appeal of parenthood.

Here's

our lady friend, just in time.

Well, the scenery

has vastly improved, Dot,

and we haven't even left

the station.

What a shame.

Track clear, please!

Get out of the way!

We left the docks so we wouldn't

have to lick the boss' boots.

Miss Fisher's boots

are different.

Wow!

You must be

Mr. Johnson and Mr. Yates.

I'm Tobias Butler.

G'day.

I thought you'd be wanting

some refreshment

before you pick up

the rest of the furniture.

Please.

I haven't worked

for a spinster before.

Spinster?

Have you met Miss Fisher?

I understand

she's related to the king.

Mrs. Butler

would have loved that.

She's certainly a toff.

Well, it'll be a pleasure

to serve a respectable lady

with a strict routine

who appreciates the quiet life.

Whoo-hoo!

- Come on, Dot!

Miss.

Smell the fresh air!

Please come in, miss.

Can someone keep

that horrible child quiet?

- Shh!

- Eddy. Eddy.

Sorry, miss.

I'm...

Matron Henderson?

What a surprise.

Likewise.

If I'd known, I would have

changed my bloody booking.

Mr. Cotton, that's enough.

Keep out of it, Eunice!

Come on, Eddy.

And you can stick your eyes

back inside your head, missy!

Hello?

Is everything all right?

Miss, what's happening?

What's that smell?

It's chloroform.

Mother?

Where's -- Where's my mother?

Was she with you?

She was right here.

Pull the emergency cord.

We'll check the crossing.

You two, head south.

Mrs. Henderson!

- There you are.

- Stick to the track.

- Let's keep on this way.

These local plods are useless.

There's clearly been foul play.

You've got a full run, miss.

You've won.

Game's over.

What a relief.

I'm going inside.

What about the man

with the little boy?

What about him?

He seemed to have a set

against Mrs. Henderson.

Apologies, ladies and gentlemen,

but I'm afraid

we'll remain here for the night.

We will provide

light refreshments

and try to make you

as comfortable as possible.

Oh, my goodness.

Hello, Sergeant.

I'd just like

to offer you my services.

I wouldn't worry your

pretty head about police work.

You leave that to us, hmm?

Ah, Inspector Jack Robinson

finds my help invaluable.

Who?

Senior Detective Inspector

Jack Robinson, City South.

He'd be thrilled to think

I could be of assistance.

Well, I'll be telephoning my

report through to him shortly,

so I'll ask him direct.

Oh!

Constable Collins.

Miss Williams.

Constable Collins, how lovely!

Tell the Inspector

I'll be right with him.

Uh, the, uh, Inspector's

not here, miss.

But he thought it

important enough to send you?

Uh, only to tell you,

in his words,

to stay in your compartment,

to please resist the temptation

to interfere,

and to not bandy about his name

for your own convenience.

Well, you can assure

the Inspector

that none of this

is very convenient.

Thank you.

Ha!

That's one.

No worries, Sarge.

Nice shot.

Miss Fisher, I thought

you were in your compartment.

I tried my best, but I'm not

good with confined spaces.

I'm sure the local sergeant

has things under control, so...

The local sergeant couldn't

control a country cake stall.

I know Mrs. Henderson

was on the train

after Bacchus Marsh Station

because I saw her reboard.

Where did the train stop

after that?

Well, nowhere.

It's an express to Ballarat.

But I felt it stop.

What's that?

Uh, that -- that's a water stop,

but the train only shunts there

for five minutes.

A lot can happen

in five minutes, Constable.

I've been told

to steer clear of you.

Oh, the Constable here

was just asking

if I recalled the train stopping

after Bacchus Marsh.

It's an express.

Uh, apart

from the water stop, sir.

Miss Fisher, wait!

It's -- It's pitch-black!

Follow my lead, Constable.

I have the eyes of a fox.

Miss Fisher, slow down!

The carriage would have

pulled up around here.

Miss Fisher, wait!

It looks like something's

been dragged this way.

Come on, men!

Keep up!

No, no, no.

Let me, miss.

It's very high.

Don't fret, Hugh.

I've scaled Kilimanjaro.

Oh!

At least

to the first hiker's hut.

What's that?

Oh, dear God.

Let's cut her down.

Sir!

Constable Collins...

I hope

you're not allowing civilians

to tamper with a murder victim.

Hello, Inspector.

How was your journey?

As uneventful as yours will be.

Back to your compartment.

Thank you, Miss Fisher.

So, most of the bruising's

around the neck.

But not a lot of jewelry,

you'll note.

We'll take that into

consideration, Miss Fisher.

And I'd keep an eye out

for a large faceted rose,

quartz, and gold necklace

and diamond cluster earrings

and several exquisite...

Good night, Inspector.

All right, Miss Fisher.

Take a full description

of the victim's missing

valuables, please, Constable.

Yes, sir.

I don't believe it.

I know this is a terrible time,

but do you have any idea

who might harbor a grudge

against your mother?

Everybody

knew mother was difficult,

but murder?

I can't thank you enough,

Mr. Cotton.

These windows tend to stick,

and I've been in a fluster since

I heard about Mrs. Henderson.

Have they found her yet?

They found her body.

Seems she was murdered.

Murdered?

Someone hung her

from a water tank.

Good God.

I believe you knew her.

Yes.

I can't say I'm that sorry

she's gone,

but the daughter

seems nice enough.

- It must be awful for her.

- Alexander Cotton?

- Yes?

Detective Inspector

Jack Robinson.

Mr. Cotton was just helping me

with my windows.

You'll have to manage

your own windows, Miss Fisher.

I need to ask Mr. Cotton

a few questions.

What about?

Just routine.

Take my compartment.

I was just leaving.

Where were you last night

when the train

stopped at the water tank?

I was...in the dining car,

I think.

I'm just going.

What were you doing

in the dining car?

I went to get a lemonade

for Eddy.

He was on at me about the show,

how long till we got there.

I thought

it might keep him quiet.

You were on your way

to the Ballarat Show?

I'm not much interested

in agriculture,

but we had free tickets.

Thank you, for your gallantry,

Mr. Cotton.

Goodbye, Miss Fisher.

Ask him about his altercation

with Mrs. Henderson.

Miss Henderson, may I come in?

Pardon me for asking,

but was your mother in full

command of her faculties?

My mother was many things,

but she was not in her dotage.

She only retired

a few years ago.

That's when we moved

to the city.

So you were on your way to

Ballarat to visit old friends?

Yes. We booked a guest house

for the weekend.

You don't think

she was still alive when...

I'm sure your mother

didn't suffer.

If she was chloroformed,

like you were,

she wouldn't have known a thing.

I hope so.

All for the sake

of a few baubles.

It seems that way.

But her jewels

looked to be quite valuable.

Father brought the diamonds

back from the Boer War.

I-I think Mother treasured them

more for sentimental reasons.

I'm sure the police will do

their best to find the culprit

and return your heirlooms,

but...

...I'd like to help.

A detective?

Do you not think

the proper authorities

will get to the bottom of this?

Perhaps...

eventually.

There'll be an autopsy,

of course.

I know this must be hard,

but my companion couldn't help

noticing your mother

arguing with the man

in the dining car.

Oh, Alexander Cotton.

He and Mother don't get on.

Why not?

His wife died in labor

while Mother was still matron

in charge

at the Ballarat Hospital,

and he blamed her.

You don't think

he did something to her, do you?

I can look into it further,

if you like.

But we shouldn't jump

to conclusions.

Thank you, Miss Fisher.

I would like your help.

My Mary tried to tell her that

our boy was about to arrive,

but Matron Henderson said

she was nowhere near her time

and sent us home again.

My poor Mary bled to death

on the kitchen floor

after I delivered Eddy myself.

She never saw her son.

And you blame Mrs. Henderson?

Well, I'd be a fool

to tell you that.

Surely you have better things

to do --

another round of gin rummy?

I can't abide playing cards --

a complete waste of time.

So, do you think he did it?

I'll keep my own counsel

on that.

If he'd hauled an elderly woman

up a water tower in a panic,

you'd think

he'd have a blister or two,

but he has the softest palms.

He could have worn gloves.

And odd that he was

on the same train trip

with a woman he loathed.

It wasn't planned.

He won tickets in a competition.

So, if the compartment

was locked, how'd you get in?

I hit the lock with my shoe.

Your shoe seems to have

the ballistic capabilities

of a .38 revolver.

Fancy that.

Mm.

So, you're letting me in?

It's either that or watch

you hound me through the door.

So, the murderer

was either one of the passengers

or boarded the train

at the water stop.

Then broke in here and managed

to knock out the daughter,

possibly the mother, too,

with neither of them

making much protest.

Not that I could hear.

Mm.

I assume this window was closed

when you found

the victim's daughter.

Mm.

A perfect match

for Mrs. Henderson's

afternoon frock --

ink background, peach print,

with an olive-and-red

floral design.

I'll take your word.

And look at this.

Even I noticed

the body wore red shoes.

Crimson patent leather.

I think we've established

her exit route,

conscious or unconscious.

- Inspector?

Um, sorry to interrupt,

but could I

please have a word outside?

I was just giving the Inspector

my account

of finding the victim

and my client.

Client?

Miss Henderson's asked me

to look into the case.

And what would prompt her

to do that?

Sir.

She obviously recognizes

my considerable talents.

Self-styled and completely

untrained though they are.

When you've both finished here,

sir,

the local police would like to

talk to you about a lost child.

The Ballarat Police picked her

up walking the rail line.

She had a handkerchief full

of the old lady's diamonds.

I'm Detective Inspector

Robinson.

Let's start with your name.

She's refusing to answer

any of our questions, sir.

You don't have a choice.

You've been caught

with thousands of pounds' worth

of stolen property.

Perhaps we have a use

for Miss Fisher, after all.

How does it compare with

Kilimanjaro, Miss Fisher?

Why the water tank,

do you think, Inspector?

Mrs. Henderson could have been

strung up just as well

on any old tree.

The advantage of the water tank

is the water,

but our victim was hung,

not drowned,

although it would have made

a very good hiding place.

If not for the rusty ladder

you fell down.

I didn't fall.

The ladder collapsed beneath me.

Given your low expectations

of police investigative skills,

Miss Fisher,

you may be surprised to hear

that we've found

Mrs. Henderson's valuables.

I am.

I mean, I'd be surprised

if anyone found them...

...except you, Inspector.

But our thief is proving to be

such a difficult customer

that I've come to beg your help.

No. I don't do children,

especially not

uncooperative ones.

Looks like

it's off to Welfare, then.

We both know

that that won't help.

I've done my best.

I'm Phryne Fisher.

What's your name?

I'll be just over there

if you need anything.

Would you like to come inside

for a fizzy drink?

A sarsaparilla, perhaps?

Seems bribery is not going to

get us anywhere, then.

I'm tempted to tell them I saw

you lurking on the platform,

obviously trying to stow away.

Your choice.

I don't remember anything.

I must have fallen

and hit my head

when I jumped off the train.

You need to tell me

how you came to be

in possession of those jewels.

You've been caught red-handed,

and the police

are looking to solve a murder.

They'll say

you tried to rob the old lady,

and she put up a fight.

Next thing you know, you'll be

locked up for life...or worse.

I didn't kill anyone.

I don't think for a moment

you did.

But you certainly know

something.

Jane.

My name's Jane.

I had a sister called Jane.

It's a lovely name.

Miss Henderson,

how are you feeling?

Better, slightly.

Has there been

any development with the case?

Have the police

questioned Mr. Cotton?

Yes.

His alibi is flimsy.

Of course he has a motive,

but no incriminating evidence

so far.

Then thank goodness I have you

helping with the case.

I have a motorcar

arriving in an hour's time.

I'm happy to give you

a lift back to Melbourne

if you want

to get off this train.

I'm hoping the Inspector's

finished with me,

but I wouldn't want

to trouble you.

No trouble at all.

Plenty of room for one more

in the car.

Well...that's one problem less.

Isn't she glorious, Inspector?

You ready, ladies?

What on earth?

They say the top speed's

85 miles an hour,

but I'm sure

we can do better than that!

Constable,

is it possible Miss Fisher

has just kidnapped

the victim's daughter

and one of our suspects?

It is now, sir.

This'll be interesting.

And you must be Mr. Butler!

Pleased to meet you,

Miss Fisher.

Oh, sorry.

I forgot to telephone ahead

about my extra guests.

We've all been

somewhat distracted

by Eunice's mother's murder.

A murder, miss?

I do hope

they chloroformed her first,

but...hanging's never pleasant.

Keep your eye on this one.

She's a stowaway, a thief,

and probably needs delousing.

I expect the police

will come looking for her,

but you can

just refer them to me.

Oh! And while I remember,

careful with the hand luggage.

My pistol's in there somewhere,

and it may still be loaded.

Of course, miss.

A-Appreciate the warning.

Dot, whatever's wrong?

I-I've never had

my own room before.

It's lovely.

Is that all?

I thought you were still

suffering motion sickness.

Oh, no, miss, I wasn't ill,

just terrified out of my wits.

Well, that's a relief.

I don't have to worry

about my upholstery.

Mr. Butler,

you've done a magnificent job

setting up the house --

everything exactly

where it ought to be.

Oh, thank you, miss.

Uh, approximately how long will

Miss Jane be staying with us?

Till she tells us

everything she knows.

Very well.

Uh, Mr. Alastair Herbert,

Miss Henderson's fiancé,

and her cousin,

Mr. Lindsay Thompson,

are waiting

in the parlor for you.

Mm.

On the telephone, Eunice

said she'd been chloroformed.

I know something

about its aftereffects.

Don't show off, Alastair.

One more exam,

and he's a doctor.

Can I see her now?

Of course.

Dot!

Would you mind showing

Mr. Herbert upstairs

- to see Miss Henderson?

- Of course.

This way, sir.

I hope you don't mind

our casual dress.

We've come straight from rowing.

We're both

in the Intervarsity Eight.

Looks like your coach

shows no mercy.

All part of the sacrifice.

But AI's more the sporting hero.

It's the way to win

a university scholarship.

Are you a medical student, too?

Me?

No, I'm studying law.

I hope to go to the bar some day

and specialize in crime --

fascinating area.

It's a treat

to meet a lady detective.

Do you have any idea

who's responsible?

I was hoping

you might help me there.

Do you know

of any particular enemies

your aunt might have made?

How long a list would you like?

Were you close to your aunt?

I was rather fond

of the old girl.

I don't deny

she could be vile at times,

and she thought poor Alastair

was far too common

because his father sells buttons

in Ballarat,

but she never turned

her talons on me.

What do you put that down to?

- Charm.

Thank you for the ride home,

Miss Fisher,

and for all your help.

Are you sure

you're up to going home?

I have a physician friend

who can look you over.

I'll take perfectly good care

of her, Miss Fisher.

I'll telephone, then,

regarding the case.

Of course.

I'll look forward to your call.

So will I.

Could you please find me

the number

for Melbourne University, Dot?

I need to have a word

with the vice chancellor.

Good evening.

Sir, I'm sorry to wake you,

but this lady insists

on seeing young Jane tonight.

I-I'm the dear child's aunt.

I've been so worried about her.

Mm.

Mr. Butler, please show

Miss Gay into the parlor.

I've explained to your visitor

that Jane's in temporary care

while we continue

our investigation.

Thank you.

But the Inspector

is expecting you

at the station in the morning

to explain

why you abducted a juvenile.

Well, I'm sure I'll have

a very good answer by then.

Good night, miss.

When I think of her

wandering all alone at night...

The constable said you were

kind enough to take her in.

Did he mention that she'd been

found with stolen property?

Oh, dearie me.

I'm afraid my Jane

has been light-fingered before.

It seems your aunt is here.

Oh, Jane, darling!

Thank God you're all right!

Now, come -- come back home

with me,

and we'll help sort out

all this fuss.

No! I'm not going back there,

and you're not my aunt!

Now, this isn't time

for one of your stories.

- I don't want him near me.

- Who?

Jane, dear,

now, I know we don't have these

kind of comforts back home,

but that is no reason

for this kind of carry-on.

Now, come along.

No. Please, don't make me

go back there!

I'm afraid it's very late in

the day to be discussing this.

If you'd like to meet me at the

police station in the morning,

you can provide my solicitor

with proof

that you're

Jane's legal guardian,

and I can release her

into your care.

Don't be fooled by her.

She's a devious child.

Mr. Butler,

please show Miss Gay out.

Yes.

You'll be hearing from me.

No doubt.

- Jane...

...who is that woman?

What are you so afraid of?

How can I help you

if you won't tell me?

I can't.

No doubt about this job, Bert --

bloody shocking conditions.

Morning, Bert, Cec.

I need you to inquire

about renting a room

in this boardinghouse

in Seddon.

Find out all you can

about the landlady, Miss Gay,

and any equally dubious

gentlemen tenants

she might have.

Morning, Inspector.

I was just on my way to see you.

To explain yourself, I hope.

Tea?

I can't believe your hide --

appropriating a child

who should have been

in the care of the state.

State care -- You know

what those places are like.

And if that woman was

Jane's aunt, I'll eat my cloche.

The poor child

clearly loathed her.

None of this explains

how that poor child

came to be in possession

of Mrs. Henderson's jewels

or what she had to do

with her murder.

Well, it's lucky for you

I've finally convinced Jane

she should speak with you.

Come in, Jane!

I found the jewels

by the rail line.

Why didn't you tell us

this before?

I didn't think you'd believe me.

That could be because it's

not particularly believable.

What were you up to the rest

of the time on the train?

I was asleep

in the guard's van mostly,

but someone came in when the

train stopped and woke me up.

Who was it?

I thought it was the guard.

I was hiding,

and they were in a hurry.

Whoever it was,

they just grabbed

a whole lot of rope and left.

You couldn't see anything?

No.

It was too dark.

But a little later,

I heard noises,

so I poked my head out

to see what was going on.

And?

Well, that's where I saw

the jewels from the train,

spilled all over the ground.

I should still charge you

as a stowaway.

Why me?

I wasn't the only one.

Who else was there?

That rich man

in his fancy striped jacket.

You mean Alastair Herbert

or Lindsay Thompson?

I saw both of them

at the station

before the train pulled out.

I couldn't tell which one.

I only saw from behind.

But one of them jumped back on.

Thank you, Jane.

I'll see you upstairs.

Alastair Herbert

whisked Eunice away

far too quickly for my liking,

so I checked up on both

young men with the university.

Yes?

Mr. Thompson,

the charmer of the pair,

is in strife for gambling

at Ormond College,

and Mr. Herbert,

the rowing champion,

has actually failed

the medical degree

he claims he's almost finished.

Thank you.

I'll make a note

not to consult them

for legal or medical advice.

But if I need to be rowed

anywhere,

they sound like just the ticket.

Blimey.

It's 10 shillings a week,

deposit now.

Breakfast is at 7:00.

Dinner is at 6:00.

No alcohol, tobacco, or skirts,

and board's due

every Friday at 12:00.

Did you find the girl?

Oh, good morning, Mr. Merton.

You look familiar.

Have we met before?

I know I've seen you somewhere.

Perhaps you saw my stage act.

I used to play the Tivoli.

Maybe.

What was your act?

I am the Great Hypno.

That's right.

I remember now.

Always a pleasure

to meet an admirer.

I can't take the room.

Why?

What's wrong?

There's a bloke in there I know,

from the Tiv.

He's a bloody hypnotist.

Same one who made you

cluck like a chook...

...then lay an egg?

You promised Miss Fisher.

So you're just gonna have to

go back in there.

Come on.

I can manage meself.

It's all right, love.

All I'm after

is some information.

You know a girl called Jane

who used to live here?

Jane's my best friend.

Have you seen her?

She's in a much more

hospitable place than this.

Ruth!

Get out here, girl!

I'll ask you again,

Mr. Herbert --

Where did you go after you

farewelled Miss Henderson

on the Ballarat train that day?

You're not making this easy

for yourself.

Anything I say in here --

Does it have to go any further?

It'll go all the way to the High

Court if you don't cooperate.

It's difficult

because of Eunice.

I love her --

You have to believe that.

Go on.

All right.

I spent most of the evening

in the city watchhouse.

What were you picked up for?

Soliciting.

I have, on occasion, visited

certain ladies of the night.

I feel -- I feel awful about it.

Can anyone confirm this?

What was the name

of the establishment?

It's very discreet.

Police records will confirm

I spent the rest of the night

in a jail cell.

Hey!

So, your cousin

was the sole beneficiary

of your mother's estate?

It seems that way.

He's always been

Mother's favorite.

I can't believe it.

Maybe Mother

found out that he owed money

and wanted to help him out.

Who did he owe money to?

Lindsay is very dear to me, but

he likes the occasional flutter,

and his gambling debts

have got out of hand.

Your mother never discussed

her plans to change the will?

Never.

I only thought to look for it

after Miss Fisher telephoned.

I was so shocked when I found

the letter in Mother's bureau.

Aunt Agnes' lawyer

rang me yesterday.

She left me everything.

Poor Eunice.

But, of course,

I'll share whatever there is.

You don't seem surprised.

Well, Aunt Agnes threatened it

constantly because of Alastair.

I just never thought

she'd go through with it.

Where did you go

after you dropped your aunt off

at the Ballarat train?

I went to the Automobile Club

for a quick ale.

Ended up staying longer

than I planned.

I had supper there.

Can anyone verify your story?

Where was your friend,

Alastair Herbert?

Al wasn't with me that night.

He went off to swot

or something.

Who else was at the club?

You know,

it was unusually quiet.

I can't recall

anyone in particular.

I'd hone your answers

better than that

before Detective Robinson

calls you in.

You don't think I'm guilty?

It doesn't matter what I think.

But I don't allow myself

to be lustfully compromised

during my murder investigations.

Then...I do hope

this case is resolved soon.

Was Eunice aware that she

was likely to be disinherited?

Of course she was.

Aunt Agnes

wasn't the secretive type.

Eunice was worried

Alastair would find out.

Maybe she feared

he'd lose interest.

She's a respectable lady.

That old cow downstairs

came after Jane,

but Miss Fisher

sent her packing.

How did Jane end up here?

Miss Gay and Mr. Merton

got her from the orphanage,

like some of the others.

She's got no one.

Not like me. I've still got

my granny somewhere.

Are you sure Jane's all right?

What are you up to in here,

Ruth?

She bothering you?

My friend from the Tiv,

how did you enjoy your lunch?

Me guts are still groanin'.

Let's see

if I can help you with that.

- Look into my eyes.

- No, thanks.

You only see my eyes.

You hear nothing but my words,

my voice.

You do nothing

but as I command you.

Why is that lady detective

interested in Jane?

Miss Fisher

thinks she stole some jewels.

Jewels?

As I told Miss Fisher, I went to

the Automobile Club that night.

No one of your name

signed in that night.

We checked the register.

I moved on from there,

just my usual haunts --

same places every Friday.

Alastair could back me up

on that.

Alastair's not in a position

to back anyone up.

He spent the night

in the Carlton watchhouse.

Is that what Al told you?

And Carlton Station

confirmed it.

I'd like to remind you

this is a murder investigation,

not a friendly chat.

Where were you?

That was me at the watchhouse.

Al and I have an agreement.

He lets me use his name whenever

I get into strife with the law

so that I can go to the bar

unblemished.

Are you saying Alastair agreed

that you could impersonate him

to protect

your own indiscretions?

I'm happy for him

to share my accommodation,

and he's happy

to protect my reputation.

We do look alike

on a rough description.

And someone

of that rough description,

either yourself

or your friend Alastair Herbert,

was seen unlawfully boarding

the Ballarat train

the night your aunt died.

I'm glad you understand

the seriousness of my inquiry.

Oh, hello, miss.

Uh, you might like to have

an urgent word with Miss Jane.

I see you've found yourself

some more valuables.

And who's this?

My friend Ruth, miss.

I think it's time to tell me

what's going on.

Can I help you?

Uh, Mr. Merton...

...hypnotics, illusions,

and futurologist.

"The Great Hypno."

Mm.

I offer my services

for soirees, ladies' luncheons,

birthdays, and the like.

Perhaps I could have a word

with the householder?

He made us steal.

He'd hypnotize people

on the street

while we picked their pockets.

You poor lambs.

You're safe here.

A visitor for you,

Miss Fisher --

a questionable gentleman.

Oh, good.

We've been expecting him.

Is he here?

If he gets his hands on me,

he'll kill me.

No one is killing anyone.

Shall I telephone the police?

No.

I'll deal with this.

But he'll hurt you!

Please!

You don't know what he can do!

Girls, stay in my room.

Dot, lock the door behind me.

The Great Hypno.

What an honor.

Miss Phryne Fisher.

A pleasure.

I've always been quite taken

with the idea

of being hypnotized.

I'd be delighted

to demonstrate my skills.

Why don't you make yourself

comfortable?

- Girls!

- No!

Sorry, Miss Williams!

Jane, come back!

Let me out.

Jane!

You hear nothing but my words,

my voice.

You will do nothing but answer

the questions that I ask.

Now tell me where the girl is.

Where is Jane?

Jane.

You will tell me where the girl

is, or I will kill you.

Do you understand?

You'll kill me.

No, you won't, you old...

Aah! Aaah!

You can hand that over now,

Jane.

They -- They've

got you fooled, lady.

They're liars!

I'm not interested

in your opinion, Mr. Merton.

But you were hypnotized.

Not for a moment.

And it seems that you can

hold your own, Mr. Butler.

22nd Battalion, AIF, miss.

Dot!

She's locked in the bedroom.

Well, you might like

to let her out

so she can telephone the police.

Mr. Merton and Miss Gay

are both behind bars,

and we've contacted

most of the girls' families,

including your grandmother,

Ruth.

Excuse me.

Miss Eunice Henderson

is here to see you.

Thank you, Dot.

Don't run off, Inspector.

Thank you so much, Miss Fisher,

but I've decided the police

can handle things from here.

The case isn't solved yet.

But I've had quite enough of it.

A spell at the seaside

is what I need.

I'm sure it is.

Pity no one

sent you free tickets

like you sent Alexander Cotton.

I don't know what you mean.

You don't need to cover up

a good deed...

unless it's

more than a good deed,

which I'm inclined to suspect,

given that you lied

to the police

about your knowledge

of your mother's will.

I need to go.

I have a taxi waiting.

Hello, Miss Henderson.

Inspector.

Miss Henderson

was just about to explain

why she framed Alexander Cotton

for her mother's death.

Distinctive handwriting.

And a very fine match

to the addressee

on Mr. Cotton's mystery tickets,

postmarked "Hampton."

Isn't that where you live,

Miss Henderson?

Well, they were a gift,

a kindness.

It's too late, Eunice.

Your fear has given you away.

It's not what you think.

It wasn't meant

to happen like that.

We only needed enough

for a life together,

a practice in the country.

We only wanted Mother's jewels.

But something went

terribly wrong, didn't it?

Mother woke up.

We had to do something.

We had no choice.

This is not his fault.

It wasn't meant to happen.

The police will find him,

Eunice,

or will he leave without you?

Alastair found out about

mother's will and about Lindsay.

He's furious with him.

He's a desperate man, Eunice.

He might do anything.

You have to help us stop him.

He's gone to the Rowing Club

to meet Lindsay before training.

You don't think he'll hurt him?

Just sign it, damn you!

You're the one

who talked the old cow into it!

I didn't, Al, I swear,

and I'm happy

to help you both out.

- Trust me!

- Just sign it!

Behind you, Alastair!

I've got it!

Stay back!

Move, or I'll snap his neck!

- Alastair!

- It won't help you, Herbert.

Don't let him do this.

Eunice, this is our chance

for everything we want, yeah?

Just keep your calm.

You're making things worse.

Eunice, we can still get away.

Remember -- the cottage

by the sea, remember?

Just...bring me the gun, slowly.

Don't trust him, Eunice.

Alastair always planned

to kill your mother.

You don't know anything!

The Inspector and I

both know a great deal more

than you hoped we would.

You knew exactly where

that water tank was,

so you could hide the body

after you hung her.

The only thing

that wasn't premeditated

was losing your mother's jewels.

The rusty ladder

slowed him down.

But the whole plan was ruined

when he panicked

at the sound of a runaway child.

Your mother

didn't wake up, Eunice.

Even a failed medical student

would know

how much chloroform to use.

Did he'd tell you that --

that he'd failed his degree?

That's what finally tipped you,

isn't it --

that Mrs. Henderson

was proven right?

You were never good enough.

Let him go!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

- I still adore you, Eunice.

No, Alastair.

We've done

such an unforgivable thing.

Miss Fisher.

Thank you, Jane.

I was prepared to let this go

if you wanted it badly enough.

But I'm glad to have it back.

When are you taking me

to Welfare?

I don't think I can.

How would you feel

about staying here?

I'm not a nice girl.

Well...I've never been

very nice, either.

So you're

just the kind of girl I like.

Phryne, Phryne, let's go!

♪ The owl and the pussycat

went to sea ♪

♪ In a beautiful

pea-green boat ♪

♪ They took some honey

and plenty of money ♪

♪ Wrapped up in a £5 note ♪

♪ The owl looked up... ♪

Hey, look!

♪ And sang to a small guitar ♪

♪ "Oh, lovely pussy! ♪

♪ Oh, pussy, my love ♪

♪ What a beautiful pussy

you are!" ♪

Inspector Robinson is here,

Miss Fisher.

Inspector.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I've had a word to Welfare.

They've agreed

to let you foster Jane.

Good.

Mm.

But you're not convinced.

You do know it's not easy --

looking after a kid

who's been through the ringer?

Nothing that matters is easy.

Mm.

And it could be far worse.

She could be a babe in arms.

Can I offer you a drink?

Uh...

Perhaps, just the one.

What about babes of your own?

Uh, no.

No, we were never blessed.

To all the kids who've been

through the ringer, then,

Inspector Robinson.

You might as well call me Jack.

Everyone else does.

Very well, Jack.

And you may call me Phryne,

although

hardly anyone else does.

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