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Hello?

What do you want?

Bradley Yates, no playing with balls
in the corridor.

I wasn't, miss.
On your way then.

You're late, Miss Wooton.

Mr Lennox is a busy man.

If he's kind enough
to help you with your maths,

the least you could do
is turn up on time. Yes, miss.

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Well, look at that.
Been a long time, eh?

Remember around the corner there?

The site of your first cigarette,
as I recall.

Damned near coughed up a lung.

The state you were in, I thought
you must've smoked the entire pack.

I don't remember.

Excuse me for a moment. Thanks.

We've shut the place down
for the day, sent the kids home.

What's Miss O'Brien doing here?

Well the kids were pretty shaken up,
and we have used her before.

Who's that?

That's Eva Blackwell,
headmaster's secretary.

She found the body.

She and the young Lisa Wooton.

Miss O'Brien.

Mrs Wooton would like
to take her daughter home.

I have taken all their statements.
Fine.

Come and see me
if there's anything you need.

Thanks, Mattie.

Is it true?

It's Mr Lennox.
Go home, son.

Come on, Paul.

The last person to see Joseph Lennox
alive was Miss Blackwell,

at 5.30 yesterday.
No-one noticed he was missing?

Oh, he lived alone.
Family's in New Zealand.

Let's see what he can tell us, eh?

Goodness me.

Nasty, nasty gash to the forehead.

Bruising around the eyes.

Blunt force injury.

He's been hit with something,
obviously, several times, I'd say.

And look.

Bruising on his torso.

I'll be very interested
to take a look at his ribs.

And the autopsy'll tell us more,
of course.

I'll start with the staff. Get
the teachers into the staff room.

See what you can find out.
Yes, sir.

Rigor indicates
he's been dead for a while,

but the blood on his face
seems to be very fresh.

Hello!

What's that?
He's lying on something.

A trophy base.

Where's the rest of it?

I have absolutely no idea.

I'll get the boys
to have a look around the school.

You get Lennox down to the morgue.
See what else you can find.

Boss.

The, ah, deputy head's
out in the corridor.

By the look of his hands,
he's been in a fight.

The name's McAvoy.

McAvoy? Not Donald McAvoy?

Yeah. Why?

Oh, it can't be, can it?

Donald McAvoy.

Look who it is. Splash Lawson.

What's it been?

35 years?

What happened to your hand?

Boxing practice.
Who were you practising on?

No, I got a punching bag
set up in the shed.

Mm-hm. Have a seat, Mr McAvoy.
Don't go all formal on me. It's Don.

Hey, Eva! Why don't you get
the superintendent a cup of tea?

How do you have it?
Weak? Two sugars?

No, thanks.
We'll continue this at the station.

Your call.

There certainly is a lot of blood.

And yet,

his nose definitely isn't broken.

The ribs are intact, too.
I'm just surprised.

I was expecting much worse,

given the extent of the bruising
we saw earlier.

Well, let's open him up, eh?

Ruptured spleen.
Cause of death, I'd say.

There's a lot of excess blood here.
Any relevant medical history?

Nothing in his hospital records.

I'll do a blood film.
Check for leukaemia.

Alice, look at this.

Just on seven ounces.

His spleen?

Double what it should be.

A rupture might explain that.

Seven ounces.

Multiple blows, yes?

Had to be, if it's that enlarged.
Yes, quite.

What are you doing?

You see?

Instinctive.
You're trying to block me.

I'll do more than block you
in a minute. No, no, look.

Look at his arm.
No significant bruising.

Exactly.

Looks like he may have been
taken by surprise,

possibly by someone he knew.

How did you two get along?

Couldn't stand him.

You don't win respect
by treating children like adults.

Someone's gotta show 'em
who's in charge.

And that's what you do.
It's my job to keep 'em in line.

How old was Mr Lennox?

Must have been a bit rough, a bloke
nearly half your age takes your job.

Well, he told the board
what they wanted to hear.

I don't work that way.

So that's what happened?

You resented him, lost your temper,
gave him a clip around the ear.

I think he's holding
a bit of a grudge, your boss.

Where's the rest of the trophy?

We used to corner him
behind the bike sheds.

Wanna know
why they called him Splashie?

Mr McAvoy!

Come on, mate.
Water under the bridge and all that.

You haven't answered my question.

What trophy?

Splashie.

Smarmy bastard. He hasn't changed
at all. Give me your hip flask.

Well, I'm not carrying -
Hip flask!

You know me too well.

What's the verdict?

Alice is still running blood tests.

It seems
Lennox died of a ruptured spleen,

and a massive internal haemorrhage.
I'll swap you.

And the sort of damage
we're talking about

suggests he endured
repeated hard blows to the body,

which is odd because...

'No bruising on the arms
and no grazing on the knuckles.'

No defensive wounds.

You sound like a police surgeon.

Maybe McAvoy surprised him.

Well, even if he did,
there'd be signs of a struggle.

At the very least, evidence
of a knockout blow to the head.

Maybe someone held him down.
There'd still be defensive wounds.

The bloke stood there
and took a battering?

I'm simply pointing out
an inconsistency.

We'll know more
when we get the bloods back.

Sir. Doc.

We've finished searching the
school grounds. We did find this.

It was under a bookcase
in Lennox's office.

A toe cap.

Well, I can tell you
it's not Lennox's.

I examined his shoes. No caps.

Take your shoes off.

What? Why?
Just do it.

Who's this?

It's Lucien, Donald. Lucien Blake.

Dr Lucien Blake now.

Bloody hell. Lucy.
You've been eating your spinach.

Shoes.

You can polish 'em
while you're down there.

You used to be good at that.

So, Lucy, last I heard of you,

you were off to some posh school
in Melbourne.

Yes,
and you're still at Ballarat West.

Deputy head there now.

This toe cap's brand new.

This left one's rusted.
It's been there a while. So?

The other one
found in Lennox's office

had a similar amount
of wear and tear.

Bad news, Cinderella.

You're not going to the ball.

The wounds would look the same,
whether he was kicked or punched.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

That's not
what Lawson wants to hear.

His blood's
soaked through the sheet.

That can't be right.

And the sample shows
no evidence of coagulation.

Are those test results back yet?

Do you want me to rush them?
Might be an idea, eh?

I lost the toe cap a few days ago.

While you were kicking
the daylights out of Lennox?

Ah, this is a waste of my time.

The only reason
you're keeping me here

is you're still carrying
some stupid sort of grudge.

We just finished interviewing
your colleagues, Mr McAvoy.

Some of them mentioned an argument
between yourself and Lennox

on the oval
at around 3:00 yesterday.

Tell us about that.

I'll ask you once more

then I'll remand you
pending further investigation.

What were you arguing about?

Have it your way.

Donald McAvoy, I'm arresting you -
Alright. We had a blue.

What about?

Money had gone missing
from the school funds.

Over a hundred quid,
straight into his pocket. Any proof?

Didn't need proof.
So I confronted him.

What, on the oval?
What did he say?

He denied it, of course.
So I gave him a choice.

Either the board would sack him
or he could resign quietly.

Why didn't you come to us
if you thought he was stealing?

I can fight my own battles.

So then I demanded his resignation.

So you could have his job.
Yeah, that sounds like you.

He's something, isn't he, your boss?

Christ's sake! What?

Sir, Doctor Blake's on the blower.

He says it's urgent.

Lock him up.

Are you sure about this?

Routine toxicology confirms
massive levels of warfarin,

which would explain the failure
of the blood to coagulate.

Yes. He was poisoned,
over an extended period.

Thought you said
he died of a ruptured spleen.

Well, people on warfarin can bleed
excessively, even from minor wounds.

It built up in his system
until it reached critical mass.

A decent blow to the spleen
would have possibly killed him.

So what about the sustained beating?

Given these bloods,

it could have been as simple
as a single blow to the face,

then another to the abdomen.

In fact, that would explain
the absence of defensive injuries.

So the blows to the body
would only have killed him

if he had poison in his system?

Yes. Bearing in mind we're talking
about long-term, repeated exposure.

Warfarin?
Yes. Blood thinners.

Again, significant doses.
Rat poison.

Well, that's a pesticide.
Rodenticide, technically.

Yes, thank you, Doctor Harvey.

Look, I simply can't believe

Don McAvoy would engage
in this sort of thing.

We're looking at the wrong person.

I'll organise warrants. Have to
search Lennox's house and McAvoy's.

Matthew, should you be -
I won't be conducting the search.

Davis will do it. Anything else?

No.

So what's with the boss and McAvoy?
Bit of history there?

Now, Charlie, I don't think
that's any of our business.

Hey, Doc, why would a bloke like
Joseph Lennox collect model cars?

Depends. Maybe
there's an emotional attachment.

Anchored to childhood memories.

Something he could never afford
but always wanted.

Or... maybe he just liked cars.

Yeah, I was just expecting you
to agree that it was strange.

Right.

Anything?

Nothing that rings any alarm bells.

Charlie, would you mind checking
the bathroom for medication.

How did you go?

Just some magnesium and painkillers.

Right. I'll analyse those,
along with his food.

What's that?

An earring. A clip-on.
I found it under the fridge.

Charlie,

is this the sort of house you would
bring a lady friend back to?

I wouldn't know, Doctor.
I live in a boarding house.

Right.

Yes, Vitamin C, Bex.
Milk, lettuce, eggs, etcetera.

I did find one clip-on earring,

found under the fridge.

Now, I'll analyse the food
for warfarin

but I'm not holding my breath.

What about McAvoy's house?

Blood pressure medication.
It contains warfarin.

It does but the sort of damage
we're dealing with,

it would take dozens of bottles.

Well, maybe he used dozens.

I'll call his GP,
see how many prescriptions he had,

but I don't think that's the answer.
We checked his shed.

He was telling the truth
about having a punching bag.

I see
you've still got McAvoy's shoes.

I've still got McAvoy.
I'm keeping him overnight.

We have witnesses
who saw them arguing,

we have physical evidence
and I have a motive.

I'm keeping him overnight.

What if we don't find anything -
We'll deal with it tomorrow!

Ballarat West was your old school,
wasn't it?

Yes. Yes, for a little while.

Hasn't changed much.
That's not what I heard.

Some ladies in my sewing circle

seem to think your Mr Lennox
was rather too progressive.

They would think that,
wouldn't they?

Not nearly enough
corporal punishment for that lot.

My boys, especially Jack, could have
done with a little more discipline,

given the circumstances.
Mmm.

Gravy?
Yes, please.

I tell you what, based on
the contents of Mr Lennox's kitchen,

he wasn't doing much cooking.

Headmaster. Long hours.

That's what his secretary said.
He spent all his time at the school.

Have you spoken
to the ladies at the tuckshop?

No. Why?
When I worked at the tuckshop,

some of the teachers asked us
to supply their lunch.

If he's not eating at home,
well, that's where I'd start.

One's cheese and chutney,
one's plain cheese.

Thanks, Mum.

Tell Lisa I'll be home after lunch.

No worries.

Sorry about that.

I feel terrible
leaving Lisa at home.

Your husband's still interstate?

Yes. But Paul's been a great help.

And how is Lisa, Mrs Wooton?

She's shaken, but Miss O'Brien
was so good with her.

What can I do for you?

Um, we've had a number of children
come through the surgery

with tummy complaints,

and I was hoping
to have a look at your facilities,

just to make sure
everything's alright.

Oh, well...
It's a shock about Mr Lennox.

He was very kind to us,
since Tony's been away.

Ah, just out of curiosity,
Mrs Wooton,

did the tuckshop
provide Mr Lennox's lunches?

Oh, yes. Every day. Why?

Oh, as I say,
just um, just curious, really.

Oh, watch for the...

I'm so sorry.

We've had a lot of mice lately.
It's the dry weather.

Not at all. That's not a problem.

My word, that's a lot of cake.

Leftovers from the fete
the other day.

Ahh.
Baking competition.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

Do you use anything
other than the, um...

You know, the thingy there
to control the mice?

No. Well, this is a kitchen,
so we can't use poison.

Really?

Then what's this?

Large qualities of this
could definitely thin the blood

to the levels
we found in Joseph Lennox.

What about those pills of McAvoy's?
No.

No, it would take hundreds,
hundreds of those pills

to achieve the desired effect.

Whoever poisoned Lennox
probably used something like this.

Hm.

Matthew.

What did happen
between you and Don McAvoy?

Nothing.

I had no idea that poison was there.
You've never seen it before?

Never.
Mrs Wooton.

We'll need all the names
of the staff and parents

who have access to the tuckshop.

Ah, I had keys. Another one
of the mums, Mrs Banning.

Did Donald McAvoy ever come in here?
Never.

His wife always made his lunches.
Anyone else?

Any ex-employees
who could have kept their key?

Mrs Wooton?
Well, there is Caroline, I suppose.

But she hasn't been here for weeks.
Who's Caroline?

She was a teacher here,
up until six weeks ago.

Why'd she leave?

Mrs Wooton...

She was in a relationship
with Mr Lennox. And it ended.

Quite suddenly.

We weren't aware
he was involved with anyone. No.

They kept it very quiet.

Hm.

Joseph insisted. He hated gossip.
He was a very private man.

When did it end?

Six weeks ago.

I understand
you worked in the tuckshop.

We all did.

Donald McAvoy, as well?

Just the women, of course.

Why are you asking
about the tuckshop?

What happened to your keys?

I gave them to Eva.

Joseph's secretary.

Why would there have been
rat poison in the cupboard?

What are you talking about?
We believe...

..we believe Mr Lennox was poisoned.

The... the paper said something
about someone attacking him.

We're following up
on a number of issues. The poison?

I don't remember seeing it.

Miss Palmer, forgive me

but why did your relationship
with Mr Lennox end?

You'd have to ask him.

Well, since we can't,

we're asking you.

That's not mine.
No, I realise that.

That's a clip-on
and I see your ears are pierced.

But I found this
when we searched Mr Lennox's house.

Now,

was he seeing someone else?

Is that why the relationship ended?

No. It ended because he told me
he found me revolting.

He said I'd let myself go

and since then I haven't been able
to leave this house.

I know nothing about another woman.

I am sorry.

Miss Palmer, if I may,
what happened to your hand?

I burnt my fingers on the hob
this morning.

Dear, oh dear.

Well, I can tell you, sticking
plaster isn't ideal for burns.

Would you like me
to take a look at that for you?

Did you see her wrists?

No.
Old scars.

Right.
So what are you thinking?

I think that Lennox was having
an affair with someone else.

That's why the relationship ended
so suddenly.

Someone at the school?

That would explain
why he spent so much time at work.

Eva Blackwell found the body.

She worked very closely with him.

She also had access to the tuckshop.

I'll get Charlie to go back
to the school and reinterview her.

I might tag along, if I may.

Listen,
are you going to release McAvoy?

Doesn't look
like I have much choice.

Do you want me there with you?
No.

Don't think much
of your accommodation.

You're free to go, for now.

Where are my shoes?
We're keeping them for now.

You'll get them back
when the investigation's closed.

See, you can hide
behind that uniform all you like.

You'll always be Splashie to me.

That doesn't work on me, anymore.

When you return my shoes,
I'll expect an apology.

Someone was poisoning Mr Lennox.

Someone who had regular access
to his food.

I hope this isn't an accusation.

We just need some more background
information, Miss Blackwell.

Yes?

What can you tell us
about Mr Lennox's diet?

I understand he had his lunch
supplied by the tuckshop.

Is that correct?
Soup or a sandwich, every day.

Ah.
He loved his routine.

Caroline Palmer told us

she returned her tuckshop keys
to you some time ago.

Yes, she did.
Where are those keys now?

If Mr Lennox had his lunch supplied
by the tuckshop, as you say,

I wonder,
what about his breakfast and dinner?

Well, he ate his breakfast at home.
Corn Flakes, every day.

How do you know that?

I did his shopping.

Right. And what about his dinner?

I'd organise an extra sandwich.
And he liked his toast.

He liked his toast.

If you don't mind me saying,

that seems like intimate knowledge
for a secretary.

Do you have a housekeeper, Doctor?
Yes, I do.

And how well
does she know your habits?

Mr Lennox had a very important job.
My role was to help him to do it.

Anything else?

What?

I'd trust Mrs Beazley
over that woman, any day.

Oh, yes.
I'd have to agree with you there.

I'll speak to the boss,
bring her in for some questioning.

Now, Charlie, those tuckshop keys.

Good man.

Thank you.

Excuse me?

Yes.

I'm Paul Wooton,
Lisa Wooton's brother.

She was there when... you know.

Yeah.

I'll leave you to it.

What can I do for you, Paul?

Look, ah,

you wanted to talk to me,
didn't you?

After the sports day,
Mum took Lisa and I home.

We'd just got in the front door
and I realised I forgot my medal.

Hundred yards sprint.
Right.

So I went back to get it.

And what happened?

I didn't see anything
but I heard them shouting.

Who?
Mr Lennox.

He was really angry.

Who was he shouting at, Paul?

I don't want to get anyone
into trouble. I might be wrong.

That's OK. It's OK.

Who was it? Was it, ah, Mr McAvoy?

Miss Blackwell.

The secretary?

She was crying, then she got angry.

She said she was going to kill him.

You worked hard,
didn't you, Mr Lennox?

So who came to find you?

Well, what we do know, Mr Lennox,

is you were a middle class man
who seemingly didn't eat very much.

Breakfast at 7:00,
lunch at 12:00

and then, what,
nothing until 6:00 or 7:00?

A man of your size,
a man of your age.

But you liked your tea.
I'd say...

..several cups a day.

Tea and cake?

Tea and cake.

Cake.

How much did you enjoy your cake?

Cocos nucifera.

That'd be your coconut, Mr Lennox.

It must have been difficult,
working so hard all the time.

He couldn't do his job without you.

He relied on you.

But he never once acknowledged
how important you were.

You deserved more than,

'Happy festive season,
Miss Blackwell, '

once a year.

Is that why
you stole all that money?

There's nearly 120 quid there.

I was going to give it back.

Yeah. Yeah, of course you were.

But Mr McAvoy found out
the money was missing,

and he accused Mr Lennox
of taking it.

Is that why Joseph argued with you?

He called me a pathetic woman.

I just wanted him to notice me.

Of course you did.

Ahh.

How did you get on
with the secretary?

Well, she's been in love with him
for years, but he had no idea.

So she started stealing money
to get his attention. Ahh.

McAvoy found out
and Lennox confronted her.

Charlie's been spending
too much time with you, obviously.

She denied poisoning him?
Mm.

Yes.
It stands to reason, doesn't it?

Girlfriend out of the way,
then why kill him?

Well, he said
some pretty horrible things to her.

A few hours later,
someone kills him.

The poisoning had been going on
for weeks,

and that still doesn't explain
who delivered the fatal blows.

Girlfriend? I thought you said
she hadn't left the house in weeks.

Which leaves McAvoy.
Yeah, I can't see it.

Neither do I.

I'll leave you two to sort it out
then, shall I?

Follow up on the secretary.
Find out where she was.

If she checks out,
we have to release her.

Anything from the school?

I'll let you know tomorrow. Now,
how's that sweet tooth of yours?

Why?

Oh, there's something on your desk
that might tickle your fancy.

Right, now, the lamington's mine.

The other two are up for grabs.

Since when did you
bring home desserts, Lucien?

Since today. I thought
you could both use a bit of a treat.

Now, what's your poison, Jean?

Well, I'm rather partial
to a bit of chocolate cake.

Chocolate cake it is. Allow me.
Ooh.

Excuse fingers. Mattie?

Battenberg.
Right.

Looks delicious.
And for the good doctor. Tuck in.

Oh, it's delicious.

Mm.

Good. Excellent.

Mm.

Doctor, you're up early.

Lots to do.

Mm. Cup of tea?

Yes. Ah, before you do that, Jean,

would you mind
sitting down for a moment?

Why?
Mattie, you too.

I just want to run a quick test.

On what?
Your blood.

Won't take a moment.
What for?

Um, those cakes last night.

They were from the school tuckshop.

I believe one of them
contained traces of warfarin.

So we prick our fingers,
see how long they bleed

and that will help me determine
whether my suspicions are correct.

Now give me your hand.

You fed us poisoned cake?

Well, I'm fairly sure
I fed myself the poisoned one,

but I need to be certain -
come on, give me your hand.

Oh!
Ow!

Ha. That's the least you deserve.

Oh, come on, Mattie.

You wouldn't have ingested
nearly enough to cause any harm.

It's the repeated dose, the repeated
doses that made Lennox vulnerable.

Now having said that, as you know,

warfarin slows down
the coagulation process.

What makes you so sure
it was in the lamington?

I found traces of coconut
under his desk so it seems likely.

But, in order to rule out the others,
I need to conduct some tests.

On us.

Well, not just you. There were
eight different types of cake.

I suppose
you think that was funny.

Well, you said you wanted
medical evidence, now you've got it.

The warfarin
was only present in the lamington.

How was that carrot cake,
by the way?

A little dry.

So, whoever baked the lamingtons...
Was lacing them with warfarin.

Probably using that rat poison
from the tuckshop.

And I'd say
had been doing so for weeks.

Do we know who that was?

Mrs Wooton. Your constable
wouldn't tell me what this is about.

Interview room, please, constable.

Mum, is everything alright?

The children can wait here.

Wait here.

Right, Mrs Wooton,
this is a list of parents

who supplied cakes to the school day
fete - take a look.

Your name appears next to lamingtons
in the baking competition.

Is this correct?
Yes.

Those lamingtons
contained a poison called warfarin.

What?

It's a blood thinner. Believe it
or not, used in rat poison.

It was present in Mr Lennox's body
at very, very high levels.

We spoke to Mr Lennox's secretary
who confirmed that he ate several

on the day of the school fete.

He loved lamingtons.
That's why we baked them for him.

So you regularly baked
for Mr Lennox?

A fresh batch every few days.

Why?

He's been very supportive
of the kids.

Since my husband
had to go interstate.

Were you in love with Mr Lennox?

No.

We spoke to your neighbours,
Mrs Wooton.

Your husband hasn't gone interstate,
he's left you.

Were you in love with Mr Lennox?

Well, I thought he liked me.
But... but nothing happened.

So why'd you poison him?

Those lamingtons were baked
over a period of weeks. Why?

Why?

You didn't bake them, did you?

Oh...

We found this at Mr Lennox's place.

It's not yours, is it?
Your ears are pierced.

Do you know whose it is?

Lisa's.

My daughter.
What was she doing at his house?

Lisa baked the lamingtons
for Mr Lennox?

Paul did.

Davis, where are the children?

I'll call you back.

They were right there.
Bloody hell.

I don't know.

You must have some idea
where they've gone.

We don't have family here.
I don't know.

What about your husband?

I told them he'd gone to Queensland.

Mrs Wooton, did you have any idea,
any idea something was wrong?

Caroline warned me about him.
I told her she was mad.

Caroline Palmer?

Mrs Wooton, what did she say?

She saw him with Lisa. He was...

Did your son know about this?

I don't know.

We checked the bus,
the train station. No sign of them.

There are four main roads
out of town.

You take the car,
you search all of them.

You start on the Midland Highway
and head north.

What will you be doing?

I'll be talking to Caroline Palmer.
Oh, please!

Tell Lisa I'm sorry.

Constable.

Miss Palmer?
We're looking for the Wooton girl.

I don't know where Lisa is.

I just know
that she's safe from him.

Whoever attacked Joseph Lennox
broke a school trophy on him.

Is that where
I'd find the rest of it?

Lisa's mother said that
you warned her about Joseph Lennox

but she didn't believe you.

She told me I was just jealous.
She screamed at me.

She refused to believe it.

I could see it happening
all over again.

Go, go. Keep running.

To Lisa.
Just like it happened to me.

I was Lisa's age.

My uncle was 40.

He told me I'd enjoy it.

Told me to keep quiet.

Lisa!
Charlie, stay with Paul! Lisa!

Don't! What are you doing?
Let him go!

No, Lisa, stop!
Let him go!

I lived with it
for over a year. Let him go!

His threats.
The smell of his breath.

And when I finally found the courage
to tell my father,

do you know what he did?

He beat me.

Let him go!
Stay here, Lisa.

Leave him alone!

Lisa!
Shoosh!

He called me a liar.

No, no, no, no.
Come here to me, Lisa.

Lisa, get back from there!
Shoosh. Shoosh!

Lisa, stay here with me, please.

No-one believes you.

Of course his respected, charming
brother wouldn't do such a thing.

My parents made me apologise to him
in front of the entire family.

As if I was the one
who did something wrong.

I wanted to kill myself.

You wouldn't survive.

No-one would.

Lisa,

please come down.

Well, I tell you what.

If you won't come down,

looks like I'll have to join you.

Now, I'm coming up.

Goodness me.

It's true what they say, isn't it?

Best not to look down.

Do you know what?

I think I'd better sit down.

Why don't you have a seat with me,
eh?

I'd appreciate it.

Please.

I knew Joseph was going
to get away with it.

No-one ever believes you.

I do.

What happens now?

Lisa, we know what happened.

You don't have to do this.

Listen to me.

I think
your brother would feel a bit better

if we both got off this bridge.

What do you think? He needs you.

I'll hop off first, alright?

Now how about you? What do you say?

Well done.

Off you go.

Mum!

Baby.

Blake?

Bit of a hand here, please.

Lisa's brother was poisoning him?

Yes.

She must have told him.

And tried to protect her.

What's going to happen to him?

He'll face children's court
and given the circumstances

and, if you agree to give evidence,
they'll be lenient.

I hope.

Thank you, for letting me come in
when I was ready.

I couldn't have taken it
if you'd forced me.

There you go, Caroline.

You ready?

Caroline Palmer, I'm arresting you

on suspicion
of assaulting Mr Joseph Lennox.

You don't have to say anything
but anything you do say

may be taken down
and used in evidence against you.

Do you understand?

I do.

Ah, Mattie.

How's Lisa?

Fragile. They all are.
Especially the mother.

Yes.

Should I have picked up
on something?

No, none of us did.

Caroline saw Lennox with her,
told her mother.

And still nobody believed it.

Except her brother, of course.
Mm.

Well, still doesn't make me
feel any better.

I was just getting them
something to drink.

Well, have you returned
McAvoy's shoes yet?

Oh, I'll do it tomorrow.

Listen,

that time when we were kids,

I found you behind the stairwell
and you were coughing up a lung.

You said you'd been smoking.

McAvoy belted me.

Happened a lot.

Made me who I am, though.

And who's that, Matthew?

I get angry when something's unfair.

You know, I use his turns of speech
and facial expressions

when I'm interviewing someone
who really deserves it.

It's pretty damned effective.

I hate liars.
Sorry, sir.

You're not sorry. You're embarrassed.
I'm the one who's sorry.

Hey, how would you like it
if I gave you a reason to - McAvoy!

Let him go.

Splashie?

So you belted me and
I wet my pants. I was 12 years old.

Let him go.

Not wearing your uniform?
My day off.

Give him his ball.

No.

Give him his ball.

Take your ball, son.

When you grow up,

you don't want to be anything
like this bloke, you understand?

Yes, sir!
On your way.

If I hear one more word
of complaint against you,

I will break all your teeth.

Got it?

Yeah.

There's your shoes.

You polished 'em.

I'm old-fashioned.
And they needed it.

McAvoy.

They cut her throat.
So what should I be looking for?

How about a blade with dirt on it,
a motive and a killer?

And you are...? Geoffrey Ledwith.
She was my girlfriend.

Whose work is this?

Elaine Greenslade.
She was obsessed with Virginia.

Did you think that she was
perhaps more talented than you?

Of course she was talented. She was
never given a chance to show it.

Virginia McKay had keys
for the gallery.

It is really important
that I know they're secure.

Did you find anything else on her?
Anything at all?

Miss McKay was murdered.
I do apologise.

Matter of fact, you could slice
right through someone's larynx

with one of those if you wanted to.

What about your mother's paintings?
Where are they?

We loved your mother.
We're all she has left, Lucien.

The painting that was here,
Mr Johnston. Where is it now?

Nobody would want to steal that.

It's by an obscure local artist,
Genevieve Ettienne.

If she wasn't local
wouldn't even be here.

She was my mother.

Look at you.

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