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Henry George Fisher,
Baron of Richmond.

This is Detective
Inspector Jack Robinson.

Inspector.

Causing trouble can't be
your only motivation.

Been unforeseen delays
on my financial return.

Someone's after you,
aren't they?

You're afraid.

Who did you see?

My father was arguing with him.

I couldn't hear everything
they were saying.

What grudge do you hold
against my father?

Your father is a dishonorable,
deceitful man.

Does he owe you money?

Open it!

Miss Fisher, you'd better
telephone for an ambulance.

Tell them to hurry.

Our human lives
are brief and insignificant,

compared with the universe
around us.

Billions of years old,

expanding from the moment
of its inception,

and expanding still,

forever in flux.

Ripped By mstoll

Poppycock!

Everything you've said tonight
is poppycock.

God made the world in six days,
Mr. Tode,

not billions of years.

Gentlemen, thank you.

When was the last time
you scientists read your Bible?

It's not for mankind
to solve God's mysteries,

and he will punish you
come Judgment Day!

Mr. Tode!

I would like to know how,
as an Englishman,

you obtained your data
from the Southern Hemisphere?

Mr. Efendi, thank you,

but I'm afraid
we're out of time.

Mr. Tode!

Mr. Tode!

Well, when did he escape?

Last night.

I was hoping we'd find him
by morning.

Where's your father?

I've had him out of harm's way
in a guesthouse in Lilydale,

but Cec and Bert are bringing
him back this morning.

Is that wise?

It's not ideal,
but his ship sails tomorrow.

We only have to keep him safe
for one day.

Where are you, my dear?

Ah, this is more like it.

My rural idyll
was wearing very thin.

- Inspector.
- Baron.

Why the police guard
on the door?

Father, you're not here
for a change of scenery.

A crazed fugitive
is on the loose,

and your life is in danger.

What fool discharged the man
from hospital?

He didn't ask permission, Baron.

Why is this man
so fixated on you?

I can't believe that he would
follow you across the world

just because of
a gambling dispute.

He's delusional, Phryne.

Who knows why he's holding me
to account,

but I promise you,
it's not justified.

He murdered two people
trying to get to your money,

held my household at gunpoint,

and fatally choked
a police officer

escaping from hospital
last night.

Does this mean anything
to either of you?

The Wren Institute of Science?

We found it beside
his hospital bed.

- Any connection?
- None I can think of.

Well, something about
this place or these three men

has aroused
our escapee's interest.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Constable Collins needs you
at the Wren Institute of Science

as soon as possible.

Apparently,
there's been a murder.

Don't... go... anywhere.

Victim is Mr. Quentin Tode,
English scientist

and recipient of last night's
Wren Science prize.

Could have been a struggle.
Looks like he cracked his skull.

Maybe he fell.
Look here. Blood.

He could have scattered
the papers on the way down.

What about the bruise
on his cheek?

If this is the work
of our escapee,

Mr. Tode has something in common
with my father.

Astronomy?

My father's interests

have always been
decidedly earthbound.

Mr. Tode is an Englishman,
like our escapee.

Maybe there's some sort of
grudge between them as well.

How curious.

Why would Mr. Tode be carrying
around a ladies' wristwatch

with an even curiouser
engraving?

"Remember"?

An old love?

Or a new threat.

Getting back to Mr. Tode,
how did you discover his body?

It was the blue glow.

That's why I was there
in the first place.

Then I saw
it was coming from Mr. Tode.

And what kind of glowing?

Blue,
if you were paying attention.

That's when I knew the aliens
must have taken his soul,

probably through the hole
they made in his brain.

Aliens?

You mean, like a Martian?

Yes, son.
They're out there.

So, this unidentified figure
you saw leaving the grounds,

was it a man like me
or was it a woman like her?

Neither, I'd say.

There was a darkness
around its body,

but it had a glowing ring
around its neck.

What's this?

"The Heavens declare
the glory of God

and the firmament showeth
his handiwork!!!

Psalms 19."

Clearly someone
trying to prove a point

with all those
exclamation marks.

Our escapee didn't strike me
as a religious fanatic.

No, and I have trouble
reconciling the glory of God

with a man who's murdered
three times.

Can you hear that music?

Pythagoras could hear
the music of the spheres,

but he was a lot more
mathematical than you are.

Listen.

It sounds Oriental.

Turkish, perhaps?

Exactly.

Osman Efendi.

Resident scientist.

How divine.

Miss Phryne Fisher,

and this is
Inspector Jack Robinson.

Osman Efendi.
At your service.

Can I offer you apple tea?

No, thank you.

That would be lovely.

We're investigating the death
of one of your colleagues,

Mr. Quentin Tode.

Do you know anything about it?

No.

But it does not
entirely surprise me.

Why not?

He had not been feeling well
since he arrived.

We suspect more than illness,
Mr. Efendi.

How well did you know
Quentin Tode?

Not well, personally, but we
were researching the same field,

and in the quest for truth,
all are companions.

What is your area of study?

Measuring the spectra of light

between distant
celestial bodies.

- How interesting.
- Fascinating.

But have you seen this man
before?

He doesn't look familiar.

He's a dangerous man.

Wanted in relation
to more than one investigation.

We suspect that he was here,
at the Institute, last night.

I can't recall anyone like that.

Can you think of anyone else
who may want to harm Mr. Tode?

There was a priest
who heckled him

during his acceptance speech.

Do you know his name?

No, but the head
of the Institute,

Mr. Logan Wren,
may be able to help you.

If there was an intruder,
he wasn't after the prize money.

It's all still there.

£50,000.
That's quite a sum, Mr. Wren.

Is it funded
from your family bequest?

There is no family, I'm afraid.

I lost my wife, Agnes,
many years ago,

and I don't hail from wealth,

but a number of my inventions
did very well

after I won science awards
myself as a youth.

With that amount of money,

the competition
must have been fierce.

Did Tode know
he was going to win?

He was informed
several months ago

so that he could book
his passage from London.

On the Blue Star.

Arrived in Melbourne a week ago.

What's he been doing
in the meantime?

Continuing
his scientific studies.

He was meant to be catching
a train to New South Wales

last night.

Did he meet with anyone
while he was here?

Perhaps this man?

Uh... no.

No, I...

I don't think Mr. Tode knew
anyone else in Australia.

Mr. Efendi said he wasn't well.

He blamed the tropics.

He worked himself into a lather
last night

after our prizegiving,

but I put that down
to a difficult audience.

Are you referring to the priest
who disrupted proceedings?

Yes.

It was the usual fuss.
Science versus religion.

At least debate
keeps us all passionate.

Mr. Tode have a wife
or lady friend?

Uh, not that I'm aware of.

He traveled alone.

I think science
was more important to him

than mere mortals.

What happens to this prize now?

We'll award it to the runner-up,
I suppose.

And who's that?

Osman Efendi could live the rest
of his life on that money.

You're telling me that's not
a motivation for murder?

Well, what about our escapee?

And the newspaper article?

Well, perhaps Osman Efendi's
connected with him somehow.

He did hesitate when he looked
at his portrait.

I noticed.

I think we've found proof
our fugitive was here, sir.

It was hidden in the grevillea.

Make sure the whole area
is searched thoroughly, Collins.

Sir.

What about the gatekeeper, Hugh?

He said he saw a dark figure,
sir, dressed in black.

- A police officer?
- Possibly.

But with no feet

and a glowing ring
around its neck.

The gatekeeper's convinced
it was an alien.

Or someone more ecclesiastical.

Psalms 19.

We had this reading
at last Sunday's Mass.

Where did you find this?

Do you recognize
the handwriting, Dot?

It looks a lot like
Father O'Leary's.

Really?

I know it
from my church meetings.

I'm sure
it's just a coincidence.

Don't worry about that now, Dot.

I have a job for you.

We found this
on Mr. Tode's person.

"Remember"?

Remember what?

Talk to some jewelers.

Find out about the watch.

It's worn,
but the engraving looks new.

It might have
some kind of significance.

Yes, miss.

Please tell me you don't want me
to bring in Father O'Leary

for questioning, sir.

Well, you're his newest convert,
Collins.

Yes, sir.

Ah. Hugh!

Dot tells me your family
is opposed to having the service

in a Catholic church.

I'm not here to talk about
the wedding, actually, Father.

No?
What then?

Not last-minute doubts
in the faith?

No, no.
No, Father.

Police business.

Quentin Tode, in fact.

That pompous ignoramus.

When a man insults
the glory of God,

it's time to let your fists do
the talking.

You hit him?

Of course I hit him.
In the defense of God.

All I did was set him straight.

He was claiming scientific proof
that God's creation --

Can we please just stick
to the facts?

Tell me exactly what happened
that night.

Well, I went after him,
of course.

I have something for you,
Mr. Tode!

Words of wisdom from above!

Whatever you have to say,
Father,

you're wasting your breath.

Science triumphs over God
every time.

What blasphemy!

Come back here and say
that again. Come on!

There is no God!

How dare you?!

You stupid man!

I hollered at him to stand up
and fight like a man,

but he run away like
the craven coward that he is.

Was.

As God is my witness,
he was alive when I left him.

Did you see anyone else
in the grounds?

Perhaps this man.

He could have been wearing
a police uniform.

Only copper I saw was the one
that showed me the door,

and they all look the same
to me.

Did you see anyone else at all?

Only that other
heathen blasphemer.

What heathen blasphemer?

That other scientist bloke.

Some kind of Arab, I think.

Stood up and had a go and nobody
turfed him out, did they?

Osman Efendi?

Could be.

Now, I'm going to be late
for Mass.

Father, you may not have
intended to kill Mr. Tode

when you punched him,

but he collapsed
a short time afterwards.

Until we know more about
the cause of death,

I have to keep you detained.

On what charge?

Pending a possible charge
of manslaughter.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Oh, thank you, Constable.

- I'll take that.
- Not a problem.

Any news, miss?

Oh, nothing yet, Mr. B.

Where's Cec and Bert?

Guarding the rear lane.

Ah, Your Lordship.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Butler.

What is it?

Well, it's news from home,
I'd say.

That's not Mother's handwriting.
It's not from England.

Who is it from?
Show it to me.

Oh, I'm sure it's not important.

Then open it.

It's from him, isn't it?

It doesn't say.
It's nothing. It's nonsense.

Show it to me.
Where's it posted from?

You don't need to see
his ravings.

What are you doing?

I refuse to be cowed
by this man,

and I refuse to involve you
in all this ugliness.

Don't be ridiculous.
That's police evidence!

No, it's addressed to me,
only to me.

Why aren't you
telling me anything?

How dare you interrogate me?!

I'm your father,
not one of your criminals!

- Give me the letter!
- No!

Everything all right, miss?

We heard shouting.

We're fine, thank you.

False alarm.

I'm going upstairs to rest.

With my door locked.

You're still
a Proddie through and through!

Pismires and spiders be
in your marriage bed,

if you ever get a priest
to marry you.

For I will not!

He punched a scientist.

And what's a pismire?

An ant, I think.

I'm not sure
I want to be married

by a man who punches scientists
and curses his parishioners.

Yes, you do, Dottie.

He married your parents.
He christened you.

He confirmed you.

And all the invitations
have been sent out.

Don't you worry.

I'll sort it all out,
Mrs. Collins.

How'd you go with the jewelers?

It's a wristlet watch

made by an English company
called Meyer Towers

- before the war.
- Mm-hmm.

Popular in Europe,
but not imported to Australia.

Someone has brought it
with them.

And anything on the engraving?

The jewelers agreed
it was recent,

but none of them had done it.

The bruising to his face
is unremarkable,

apart from having been inflicted
by a Catholic priest.

What about the head injury?

Well, his skull was definitely
fractured when he fell,

but that's not what killed him.

He was poisoned.

You need to bring my father in
for questioning,

and you have my permission
to torture him.

He's received a letter, and I
know it's from that madman.

Well, what'd it say?

My father refused to tell me,

but it's obviously
some kind of blackmail.

Phryne, your house
is under constant watch.

Whatever threats were made
in that letter,

no one can get near your father
or the rest of your household.

I'll bring him in
for a formal interview.

Thank you.

You said Tode was poisoned?

I've tested for everything
I can think of.

I have never seen a poison with
this kind of pathology before.

What's so unusual?

There was a caustic path
through the nasal passage,

down the larynx, into the gut,

discoloration of the spleen,
liver.

Perhaps something stolen
from the hospital?

I'll have Collins check
if they're missing any supplies

while I go through
Tode's belongings.

You're perfectly safe, Baron.

Bert and Cec are doing shifts
in the rear lane.

Mr. Butler's patrolling
the front garden.

There are policemen
on every corner.

It'd be a lot less dangerous
for you all if I weren't here.

This should be a joyful time
for you.

Hugh and I are joyful enough.

It's just our priest
who wants to spoil things.

Oh, and Hugh's mother
and my mother

and probably
most of our relatives.

Any chance of a refill
for the rear guard, Dottie?

It's just brewing.

Pardon me for asking, Baron,

but any idea
what this bloke's after?

Apart from your head
on a platter?

I'm not 100% sure, Albert,

but I think
a great deal of money

would at least keep him at bay.

Seasickness pills, headache,
cough tincture, eye drops.

Quentin Tode was clearly a man
obsessed by his health.

And scientific research.

He's got more books and papers
with him than clothing.

Have all this sent
over to Dr. Macmillan

and tested for poison.

Jack, look.

This essay.

It's by Osman Efendi,
not Quentin Tode.

Tode's made notes
on all his data.

Slight alterations.

Perhaps Tode had
scientific quibbles?

Father O'Leary said Mr. Efendi
stood up and had a go.

Now, why would he do that?

Excuse me, sir.

This was just found, hidden
in an alcove on the grounds,

near where we found
the police jacket.

It's Turkish.

I can tell by the inscription.

It's only used
by members of royalty,

and I've seen this inscription
before,

on Osman Efendi's tea service.

Oh, good.

A brilliant scientist,
talented musician,

dashingly handsome,
and an Ottoman prince.

And now extremely suspicious.

Anyone see you?

Well done, Baron.

One murmur and I'll shoot you.

- Understand?
- Mm-hmm.

No. No, I wouldn't call it
scientific theft.

You said Osman Efendi
accused Tode of using his data.

Sounds like plagiarism to me.

Well, but that's debatable.

If scientists didn't build
on each other's work,

then we'd all be making
the same discoveries

and there would be no progress.

I have a right to defend
my work.

I have toiled night after night
in the observatory here.

For Tode to appropriate my work
is an outrage.

He has never crossed
the equator before.

He couldn't possibly
have gathered that data.

So you deserved this prize?

And I will have it.

On Saturday, thanks to fate
and by God's grace.

Inshallah.

God's grace
also brought you back this.

We know it's yours
because it bears a royal tughra,

the unique stamp of one of the
houses of the Ottoman Empire,

the same unique stamp
as on your tea tray.

I am grateful for its return.

How did it go missing?

I don't know.
I must have been robbed.

Why didn't you mention this
when we spoke to you earlier?

I hadn't noticed.

A beautiful and expensive object
from Turkish royalty

goes missing,

and you fail to notice?

We believe it was in
the possession of our fugitive,

the one you denied knowing.

Did you give this to him?

And did you promise him
a share of your prizewinnings

if he killed Tode for you?

No!

But you know who this man is.

Can you give us his name?

Or would you prefer
to be arrested

as an accessory to murder?

I only know him as Denizci,
"sailor" in Turkish.

We met during the war.

Both our ships were sunk
by mines.

He saved my life.

What happened to your sailor?

Shell shock.

The war had broken him.

But he returned to England?

Yes. I begged him to stay,
but he refused.

When was the last time
you saw him?

He came to visit me
the night of the prizegiving.

I could not offer him shelter,
but I gave him what I had.

I told him to sell that
for money.

- Where was he headed?
- He didn't say.

But he had nothing to do
with Quentin Tode's death.

Do you recognize this?

We found it
in Quentin Tode's pocket.

No, I'm sorry.

What date was your ship sunk,
Mr. Efendi?

The 18th of March, 1915.

These killings you say
Denizci is guilty of.

Were they in self-defense?

No.
No, they were all unarmed.

He murdered them in cold blood.

You're free to go now,
Mr. Efendi.

Lord Fisher?

Baron?

Have you seen Baron Fisher,
Mr. Butler?

Not upstairs, resting?

No, I've looked everywhere.

Dottie! Mr. B!
Out here!

Bert, wake up!
Where's the cab?

Somebody hit me
with a mighty truck.

I'll try naval records

for officers who went down
that day in the Dardanelles.

At least we might narrow it down
to this Denizci.

Do we know what Tode
was poisoned with yet?

This just came in, sir.

All the medicines in Mr. Tode's
possession were harmless.

No signs of poison.

Thank you.

I'm off now, sir.

Ah, I'll get that.
You go ahead.

Thank you, sir.

City South?

Yes.

Yes, Miss Fisher is right here.

Miss Williams, for you.

Dot?

How?

I'll be right home.

My father has managed to escape
his house arrest.

His letter was with the rest
of the mail this afternoon,

but it could have been stolen
and altered at any stage.

Who knows how long
this man's been lurking?

The poor Baron.

He thought he was putting us all
in danger.

This was not a noble gesture,
Dot.

It's not
in my father's repertoire.

No, he's up to something.

With our cab.

Here, get that into you.

Nothing else upstairs, miss,

and I've gone through
all the rubbish.

Thank you, Mr. B.

There's a letter in here, miss.

Oh, no, that's...

my mother's handwriting.

"Dear Henry, I can't believe

you've gone back
to your old ways

after all this time.

Gambling and lying
and risking everything we have.

I know that man
had something to do with it,

but you should never
have deserted me

and my patience has run out.

I have loved you
with all my heart, Henry,

despite everything.

But if you fail to arrive
on that ship

when it docks at Southampton,

I will be asking
for a formal separation.

Your wife, Margaret.

Father O'Leary?

You should know better than to
interrupt a discourse with God.

But if you've come to ask
for clemency

for your utter stupidity --

You're glowing, Father.

Holy light!

The hand of God.

Do you see
what miracle is upon me?

Unless there's
another explanation.

What is it, Collins?

Father O'Leary's collar.

I remember the gatekeeper
talking about Mr. Tode's eyes

and how they glowed in the dark.

I thought he was crazy, but then
I remembered the eye drops.

But the eye drops
in his suitcase were unopened.

He must have had more.

Then they came into contact
with Father O'Leary's cassock

when he attacked Tode
in the grounds.

They could have dropped
the bottle in the struggle.

I'm going to search
the far side.

Good work, Collins.
We'll have a look around here.

Sir.

Turn off your torch, Jack.

If it's still glowing,
we'll see it.

Oh, Jack, what if it's my fault?

What if I drove my father away?

I railed against him.

What if...

What if something happens
and I never see him again?

Whatever happens to your father,
it's not your fault.

And nothing's going to happen.

Perhaps he has just headed
back to England after all.

Well, if it's all expanding,

England will move further away.

But it all looks
very still to me.

That's because
you're not a telescope.

Is that supposed to be
a compliment?

More like a romantic overture.

Is that the best
that you can do?

Would you like me
to improve on it?

More than anything.

Jack, behind you.

What the hell is in that?

But his eye drops
are not just phosphorescent.

Watch this.

- They're radioactive?
- Highly.

At some point, a lethal dose of
polonium has been added to them.

- Polonium?
- Is that like radium?

Related.

Polonium is extremely unstable
and highly toxic if ingested.

Our killer
could have more of it out there.

What form would it be in, Mac?

It would either have to be
a powder or a liquid form

to mix in with the eye drops.

How dangerous is it,
aside from swallowing it?

Both forms
are a deadly hazard.

I'll be encasing this lot
in lead.

If it's sealed correctly, the
radiation itself isn't lethal.

But if ingested or inhaled,

just a speck of polonium
can be deadly.

If the man who is after
my father has done this,

I hope to God Father's not brave
enough to go after him.

There was a delivery
of polonium two weeks ago.

There should be
a corresponding order.

Let's see.

Ah, here.
It was six weeks ago.

But no name on the order.

Is this your signature?

No, that's Osman Efendi's.

He often signs for deliveries
when I'm not here.

Polonium must have stood out
as unusual.

I assume it was part of
Quentin Tode's research.

Well, who has access
to these chemicals?

All of our scientific staff
have keys.

It's gone.

Mr. Tode's other supplies
are still there,

but there's no sign
of the polonium.

I don't understand.

I kept your secret.
I gave you money.

It's what you wanted.

You broke our promise!

But we agreed.

Oh, yes, My Lord.

Take everything and leave me
nothing and then waste it all.

Denizci!

Denizci, it's only me.

Were you followed?

No, I was careful.

I've come to warn you.

I don't know how much longer
I can keep the police at bay.

You need to give yourself up.

Please.

Don't worry about me.

This'll all be over soon.

I promise you.

Good luck, Denizci.

Morning, miss.

You're up early.

I couldn't sleep, Dot.

Today's the day

my father's supposed to be
boarding that ship.

I said a prayer for him
last night.

Asked God to keep him safe.

I suppose that might assist.

In any case, God's far more
likely to listen to you than me.

You said there was a job
I could do.

I need you to find out
what you can

about Tode's scientific work.

Look for any mention
of polonium.

This is the chemical symbol,
the atomic number, 84,

and all the known compounds.

As soon as the Institute opens.

I'm sorry, Dot.

I'm distracting you
from your wedding preparations.

Oh, no, miss, we're prepared.

But I'm beginning to think

it might be easier to get
married in a Registry Office

rather than deal
with Father O'Leary.

He's not very forgiving
for a Christian.

I think the Irish
cancels that out.

Miss Fisher!

We found the cab.

It was dumped at Vic Markets.

What else?

This was left behind.

Oh.

Yes?

I've wrestled with my conscience
all my night, Miss Fisher.

I owe my life to that man,
but he has gone mad.

What is it, Mr. Efendi?

He has a hostage.

It could be the man
you came here looking for.

It has something to do
with an old grudge.

You need to stop him.

Do you have an address?

It's hidden.

At the rear
of an old hat factory.

It's called...

Aah!

Mr. Efendi!

Mr. Efendi!

I've roamed this earth
like a beggar

while you reigned over my life,
my home, my history.

And you dare to sell it
for a song.

The estate?

Time to pay the price.

You're going to kill me?

No.

Your daughter is clever.

She'll come for you,
soon enough.

And when she does,

I'm going to kill her
in front of you.

She won't come.

You don't understand.

I was a drunkard.
I was cruel.

She doesn't care about me.

You're wasting your time!

I know where to get you money.

More than your fortune
was worth.

The estate can be yours again.

£50,000, in cash.

Where?

Osman knew where he was.

He said something about
an old hat factory.

Maybe he wrote it down.

Miss, I found out more about
Mr. Tode and polonium.

Fifteen years ago,

Mr. Tode invented a paint called
Illumina for Meyer Towers,

the company that made clocks
and watches.

Same manufacturer
as that wristlet watch.

That engraving.

"Remember."

It must have something to do
with that.

Jack.

La Bonne Vie.

The Good Life?

It was a milliner's in Fitzroy.
It closed down about a year ago.

Dot, find out what else you can
about that paint.

Why don't you try the science
journals in Logan Wren's office?

Jack, this way!

They were here.

Inspector.

This just came through
from naval records.

March 18, 1915,
Battleship Ocean,

Morto Bay, Turkish gunfire.

Captain William Eugene Fisher.

It all makes sense.

Eugene Fisher was
my father's cousin.

The previous
Baron of Richmond upon Thames.

He died in the early stages
of the war.

But he was reported missing,
presumed drowned.

What's this?

The prize money.

What if my father's gone
after it?

How? It's in the safe
at the Institute.

Who do you think taught me
every shady trick I know?

Of course.

He's trying to pay
his way out of trouble.

Oh, no.

Dot!

Today we had hoped to celebrate

the scientific achievements
of Mr. Osman Efendi.

He was a man of integrity
and brilliance.

Sadly...

he cannot be with us.

Gertrude...

Harris.

Whinnie...

Hayes.

Agnes...

- There's the door.
- ...Wren.

- Hurry up!
- All right!

You'd better get this right.

Your daughter's life
depends on it.

Collins, make sure
those men cover every exit

and do a sweep of the grounds.

- Any sign of Dot?
- No, miss.

Make sure nobody leaves.
We'll check the safe.

What's taking so long?

I'm nearly there.
Just let me think!

Perhaps this will help.

No, don't!

Dot!

Get back, all of you.

If you want your father
to walk out of here alive,

Miss Fisher, open this safe.

Put down the gun.

The money's all there.

Put it in this bag.

Hurry.

That's everything.

Now, get back.

Pick up the bag.

You can't kill us all, Eugene.

You were once an honorable man,
Eugene.

What happened?

The war.

The bloody disaster.

You had a choice.

But you ran away like a coward.

No! Ugh!

Don't move.

Dottie, are you all right?

Eugene Fisher,

we're arresting you

for multiple charges
of murder and abduction.

Are you all right, Father?

I'll be outside.

And you, Dot?

I'm all right, miss.

Did you find out anything more
about that polonium paint?

I found the polonium.

Your wife's watch.

She worked at the Meyer Towers
watch factory.

The women would lick
their brushes to a sharp point.

That's how they became so ill.

Four of them died.

Including your wife.

My beautiful Agnes died
far too early

because of Quentin Tode's
scientific lies.

So I made sure that he paid
a price with his life.

And I'm afraid to say...

...I have no regrets.

Why did you hide Eugene from us?

We all thought he'd died
during the war.

When he showed up the first
time, I couldn't believe it.

But if I'd told anyone,

he would have been
court-marshaled for desertion.

I couldn't have that.

Not when all he wanted
was money.

What about Mother?
Why didn't you tell her?

Because I thought
Eugene was satisfied.

And after losing Janey,

and all the damage I'd done,

it would have been too much
for her.

We'd only just left it all
behind us.

We had money, a beautiful home,
a happy future.

I owed her that.

I owed it to you all.

And then Eugene returned?

A few months ago,
out of the blue.

He told me he'd already killed
a man to hide our secret.

"Our secret," he said,
as if I was responsible.

He demanded everything.

And all I could think of to do
was to take the money and run.

I told your mother I'd lost
everything in a game of cards.

But I promised to get it back.

Well, you have.

It's all too late.

Once she meets my ship,

I won't be there
and our marriage will be over.

Is that what you want?

Oh, God.

No, Phryne.

Your mother...

is the love of my life.

I never wanted anyone else.

Well, then, you'd better
pack your bags tonight.

We'll leave first thing
in the morning.

But, Phryne, my ship has sailed.

There are other ways to travel.

Oh, no.

I hate flying!

Good.

Then you can suffer for love.

Hugh,
I could have been shot today.

Don't, Dottie.
Please don't.

I can't bear the thought.

Me either.

So let's not waste time.

Let's get married like we said.

I thought you were joking.

What's the hurry?

Miss Fisher's leaving
for England in the morning.

I really don't want her
to miss it, Hugh.

- Please.
- Dottie, are you sure?

It's not going to be
the wedding that you wanted.

I love you, Hugh,
and I want you.

5:00 tonight?

You leave it to me, Dottie.

"And God stretcheth out
the heavens as a curtain,

and spreadeth them out
as a tent to dwell in."

Isaiah 40:22.

So, in your opinion,
God's behind it all,

this expanding-universe
business?

And phosphorescence and polonium
and all the other miracles.

And probably even aliens,
if they exist.

So, God invented
the miracle of science.

Pretty much.

I don't think I've ever seen you
look so pretty, Dot.

That cop's a lucky bloke,
all right.

Hang on.

Careful, you two.

So, Dot, are you ready
for your biggest adventure?

I won't even close my eyes,
miss.

I, Dorothy Anne Williams,

take you, Hugh Theobold Collins,

for my lawful husband,

to have and to hold,
from this day forward...

...until death do us part.

- Whoo!
- Dottie.

- Hey! Hey!
- Congratulations.

When I came to work for you,
miss,

I was afraid of everything
and you taught me so many things

and you made me brave
and you made me happy.

Please come back safely.

Oh, Dot.

Good luck.

- Bye!
- Bye!

Good night!

Oh, Jack, look.

Ready, Father?

No!

We're going to die!

There's no point getting upset
in the air.

A very unforgiving element.

Contact!

Get in!

Jack.

What are you doing?

Phryne!

You're flying all the way
to England in that?

It's the only way I can make
sure that he'll get there.

For God's sake,
what if this thing takes off?!

- Come after me.
- What did you say?

It was a romantic overture.

Say it again.

Come after me, Jack Robinson.

When you two are quite finished!

I'd always feared another man
would sweep you away from me.

I never thought
it'd be your father.

There's a whole world out there,
Jack.

He's the least of your worries.

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