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Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the weigh-in

for tomorrow night's Battle in Ballarat!

Mickey! Mickey!

The fight of the year,
ladies and gentlemen,

between the former light
heavyweight champion of Australia,

the 10-year veteran,

the bad boy,

the mad boy, Ballarat's
own Mad Mickey Harris!

Yeah, Mickey! Yeah, baby!

Versus the ex-junior
welterweight state champion,

the challenger,

the King of Collingwood, Raging Ray Davis!

Mad Mickey to weigh in first.

Mickey Ellis, 13 stone 5.

Raging Ray to weigh in now.

Ray Davis, 12 stone 4.

Hey, where's the rest of ya?

Enough to knock you off, eh, punchy.

Buy your tickets, ladies and gentlemen.

Tomorrow night at the
Grand. Don't miss out.

How about a pose for the cameras,
eh, boys? Give 'em a pose?

It's alright, it's alright.

Ah, Flanagan.

You little leprechaun, eh?

Enough!

Tomorrow night you are a dead man.

Your kind are not supposed
to be up here, Lou.

Come on!

Come on!

- Come on!
- Move your feet!

Come on baby, hit him!

They're certainly not holding back, eh?

Come on! Get... get off me!

You're bleeding. Sit! Sit!

- You're doing well, eh.
- You got the hit in.

There's still no sign of Flanagan?

You just keep jabbing that
eye. Alright, jabbing that eye?

You stay on him, OK? You stay
on him and you stay focused.

I can't tell Ray.

I still find it hard to watch him fight.

I can understand that.

If I didn't know Bernie was looking
out for him, I'd be a wreck.

Remember what we talked about, son.

You can do it!

Fight.

I think he's had enough.
We should call it, eh?

- Move your feet!
- Gus, we need to stop this.

Guard up. Guard up!

Something's wrong. Stop the fight!

Stop the bloody fight!

Give me some room, Gus.

It's alright, son. It's going to be OK.

Let's get these off you.

Ray! You alright?

What do you think?

I am sorry.

Sure as hell didn't see that coming.

Now the police will
want to speak with you,

- but you just tell them the truth...
- Just not you.

No. No, no, someone else.

Charlie.

Yeah, yeah.

- I'll check in later, alright?
- Thanks, Charlie.

Ah, Bill, Charlie.

Tell me, how's your brother?

Ah, he's pretty shaken up, Doc.

To be expected.

So, who's in charge?
Frank still in Melbourne?

- Not due back till tomorrow.
- Right.

Get your hands off me, Gus!

- Bastard!
- What you are talking about it?

You cheated. And you! You murdered him!

- That's enough.
- Nobody cheated.

Where's your cornerman,
huh? Why has he run away?

Why? Why? Because he's
hiding, like a little mouse.

Charlie, take him outside.

He was fighting up a weight class.

A younger boxer, though.

Are you alright?

Alice, these all the personal items?

That's all that came with
him. Nothing too unusual.

There's some powder on the trousers.

- Looks like chalk.
- Or talcum powder, perhaps.

- I'll have it tested.
- Very good.

Dear, oh, dear.

I wonder if anyone's told her.

She wasn't there to cheer him on.

Maybe she doesn't like boxing.

Two men punching each other senseless

doesn't appeal to me, either.

Alice, do you know I'm finally
getting used to your haircut

and I have to say, it's
really rather nice.

More practical.

Plus, I'm attempting to do
more things that scare me.

Embracing change.

- Haircuts scare you?
- Hairdressers.

All that unsolicited touching.

Right.

Male, late 20s, athletic, obviously.

- Laceration above the left eye.
- Old wound.

Opened up during the bout.

Bruising to the face and torso,
consistent with the fight,

and this laceration on the right hand.

Ah, well, boxers can get
abrasions under their gloves,

but this looks...

.. bear with me.

- Yes, teeth marks.
- A bite?

Well, not teeth into skin,
rather skin into teeth.

Without his gloves on?

Nothing to do with what
went on here yesterday.

I don't want anyone stitched up.

- Charlie!
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, Mum said you were here.

No, I just wanted to make
sure Ray was alright.

We thought we might have
left some gear behind here,

but it looks like we took it
back to the hotel after all.

Oh, well.

I was just checking in.

Ray's just going down to the
lake to have a bit of a run.

You know, clear his head.

Why don't you and I grab a
quick bite? I've got the car.

No, I'm about to go on duty.

We'll drop you off at the
police station anyway, hmm?

- Feel like a beer later?
- I don't drink when I'm training.

It'd be good to talk, Ray.

Catch up.

I'm all caught up, thanks anyway.

- Everything alright here?
- Yes, officer.

Plaque jaune.

Indicative of bruising in the
brain over the long term.

Fascinating.

And look here,

bleeding between the dura and the brain.

Acute subdural haematoma.

Usually result of blunt force.

Gosh, he certainly took a
hiding in those latter stages.

But most of the damage was sustained

after he lost motor control,
but once his defences were down.

Two causes of death?

Mickey suffered both cardiac
failure and a subdural haematoma.

I suspect he sustained the brain injury

just after he had the heart attack.

Well, so... so he didn't
die from Ray's punch?

Charlie, I can't rule it
out conclusively just yet.

Doctor Harvey needs to complete her tests.

I need to examine
Mickey's medical records.

Doc, if he had a heart problem,

then surely everyone would
have known about it.

Not necessarily.

Also, there are abrasions
on Mickey's knuckles,

I believe from hitting someone
prior to the actual bout...

Come on, we all saw what happened.

Let's close this down.

For Ray's sake, let's
just put an end to it.

Sarge?

Oh, what's he done?

Thieving?

No, he's come in to...

I brought myself in.

I thought the police might be
interested in some evidence.

Evidence?

Evidence of what?

I found 'em behind the Grand.

Plaster wraps.

You put plaster of Paris on the bandages.

The sweat makes it set hard.

Gives a stronger punch. Why
didn't you show me these before?

You're the brother of
the bloke who wore them.

I wouldn't want them
to magically disappear.

Why bring 'em in now?

Because I don't want to get
stitched up. There's witnesses here.

You used to be Mickey
Ellis' coach, didn't you?

Yes.

Maybe you're trying to
fit up the other guy.

Do what you want with
them. I've done my bit.

If these are Ray's, then he'll
definitely be up for charges.

Well, hang on a minute,

if it was in fact Ray's
punch that killed Mickey.

OK, I'll talk to Ray.

You find the cornerman. What's his name?

- Ah, Flanagan.
- Yes.

Doctor Spencer can help you,

not that Mickey went there too often.

Thank you, I'll call him.

Gus, I also wanted to ask you about...

Move!

I also wanted to ask you about teeth marks

we found on Mickey's hand.

Now you saw them too.

Before the fight. Inside!

Before the...? So he had another fight?

Did you ask him about it?

I asked, but he does not answer.

Your feet! Use your feet!

Do you have any idea where
he was before the match?

Well, he was supposed to be
resting. That was the rules.

But you know Mickey and the rules,
they're not the best of friends.

- Your feet! Move your feet.
- Gus, tell me.

Had he been experiencing
head-aches or blackouts?

What about his behaviour?
Was he more erratic, more...

.. more volatile of late?

Well, he was always that way.

Always making enemies, always
leaving a mess for me to fix.

He was a mad dog, but a good boxer.

Now move! Lead it!

- Even...
- Good!

Even the best fighters can only
take so much punishment, Ray.

Well, he wanted to keep going. He had to.

He was going to get married. Into him!

And it was the only way
he could make money, yes?

Boxing is one of the few jobs
where mad dogs are appreciated.

Go. Inside!

Oh! Look who's here. G'day, son.

Mum.

Bernie, I need a quick chat.

Oh, sure. Pull up a chair.

Well, it's police business.

Oh, right. Why don't I just fix
up the bill and be back in a sec?

You haven't seen Sean Flanagan, I suppose?

Bernie has his faults, Charlie.

But he's a good man.

Dad charged him for...
for fraud, wasn't it?

People change. He cares about us.

And you.

No offence, Mum, but he doesn't know me.

Rightio. Won't be long, love.

Yeah, won't be long.

Look, I've been trying to cheer
your Mum up, but it's hard.

She's really worried about all this.

You haven't seen Sean Flanagan
this morning, have you?

No, no, hasn't surfaced.
But he'll show up.

Yeah. Yeah.

Bernie, I need to ask about Ray.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

I tell you what, though, that kid is good.

I mean, I reckon he'd go
all the way to the top.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

By cheating?

The plaster wraps. I take
it they were your idea?

Yes.

Bruising evident on both hands...

.. and grazes on the knuckles.

Wouldn't have bled too much. Still...

.. enough to stain these.

Ray and I found them after we took
his gloves off, after the fight.

Oh, after?

Yeah, after. Neither of us
knew anything beforehand.

- Ohh(!)
- Yeah.

Do you think I'm stupid(?)

Oh, come on, son!

Don't call me son.

Now you're telling me you had no idea?

I didn't put them on.

Myself. I mean, you can't really.

So who did?

- It was Flanagan.
- I thought he wasn't there.

He wasn't there ringside, no,

but he was in the change
room before the fight.

It must have been obvious to
you, what Flanagan was up to.

It's obvious when the plaster sets.

But before that it's just powder.

So you genuinely believed,

you genuinely believed
it was talcum powder?

I didn't have a reason not to.

So Flanagan was there to
do the wraps. Then what?

Well, just that.

I mean, we're pushing towards the ring

and I turn around and there he was, gone.

Didn't you find that odd?

Well, of course, I did,
but there was a fight on.

I could hardly go looking for him.

When I found the plaster,

I figured he'd just shot
through because of that.

So where is he?

I don't know.

Ray. Hey!

How'd it go?

It's a bloody nightmare.

Yeah, look, I'm sorry, I
couldn't be in there with you.

- You're family, so...
- Is that right?

Listen, we need to talk.

I'm worried about you, with
everything that's happened.

I've done my interview, Sergeant.

Nothing else to say.

Hey!

Would you stop acting like a
child for just one minute?

You don't get to talk
to me like that anymore.

Mickey's medical records.

Hopefully, they'll tell us more
than the preliminary blood tests.

They're telling me he was fit.

Fit as a fiddle.

You didn't find anything?

No infections.

No problems with the
kidneys, thyroid. Nothing.

So a perfectly healthy young man
suffers a loss of motor control

and dies suddenly of heart failure.

With no other indications.

Poison.

Given the lack of any other symptoms,

it's the most probable
cause of his heart attack.

So you're not certain?

No, not yet.

But I really don't think
Ray's punch killed Mickey.

- So what do we do now?
- Well...

That's not something you want to ask
out loud too often there, Sergeant.

Bloody hell.

Matthew Lawson, what are you doing here?

Boss, good to see you.

Well, you might change
your mind soon enough.

Ah, sir?

Frank Carlyle won't be coming back.

I've been brought in to take over.

So, Melbourne's filled me
in on this Mickey Ellis.

What's the latest?

Ah, well, he was poisoned.

But we don't know how or what with.

What we do know is this --

he fought hard for eight rounds,

he died in the ninth.

Now I suspect the poison was
administered in the break.

Of course, I need to test everything.

Plenty of people with opportunity.

Afraid so.

Ah, I'm sorry, Charlie, you
might want to give that a miss.

"Ray Davis killed another man
but today is walking free,

"possibly because Ray is the
brother of Sergeant Charlie Davis.

"Were raised in the Collingwood slums.

"Their father Norm Davis was
killed in the line of duty."

Oh, Rose.

I'm sorry. Um...

Matthew, where's your...? Ah, here.

Charlie, may I...?

Ah, yes, now look.

Look at his hand. No teeth marks.

He got them after the weigh-in.

Well, Flanagan had a
hell of a temper on him.

My word. Poisoning someone.

Now, gives you a hell of a
reason to want to disappear, eh?

Right, well let's get cracking.

Step up the search for this Flanagan.

Davis, you go with the Doctor.

So...

- .. Frank Carlyle?
- Oh, he's in a world of trouble.

And you're...?

Oh, perfectly fine.

Mr Flanagan!

Yeah, open it.

Someone left in a hurry.

Don't step in it. We'll get a sample.

Right, Charlie, here we are.

Only just been cleaned, by the looks.

Must be bins somewhere, Charlie.

- Yeah. Yeah, I'll head out back.
- Good man.

Do we know if Mr Flanagan has a car?

A yellow Holden van.

Call it in.

You certainly are a fight fan.
It's not on till tomorrow night.

I'm surprised it's happening at all.

- Well, the coach is a bit of a shark.
- Ah, Bernie.

I meant Mickey's coach, Gus Jansons.

He coaches King Connolly as well.

They're just rumours.

Mind you, there are
rumours about Bernie, too.

Rumours...

Speaking of which, I saw
this morning's front page.

So did Charlie, just by the way.

It was lovely seeing Jean the other night.

She seems very happy.

Does she? That's good.

Rose, since you're here,

I'm trying to remember exactly
who was where during the fight.

Now, of course, I was here. You
were here with me during the break.

Well, I was moving
around everywhere, so...

Of course.

It's gone to the tip, Doc.

I'll send...

.. I'll send someone down there.

It would help if we had an idea
of what we're looking for, but...

Yes, yes, very good, Charlie.

Um, listen, fight night, you
were with your Mum and Jean, yes?

Yeah.

- Over there.
- Right.

Directly behind Ray's corner.
Who else was with him? Um...

Bernie. Yeah, it was just Ray and Bernie.

Right.

Not now.

And we've been told
Flanagan was out the back,

nowhere near the ring.

Rose, did you see anyone else?

No, just Ray and Bernie.

Alright.

Over here, of course, Mickey, Gus.

- Ah, their cornerman,
um, Lou Dixon. - Yeah.

Yeah, it was just them
in the blue corner, Doc.

Look, we should probably
head to work now...

No, actually you're wrong.
Mickey's fiance was there as well.

She was?

Yes, the brunette. She came
to the ropes at every break.

Brunette.

Not a blonde.

So you went to all of Mickey's fights?

Yes. When he'd let me.

Did you always sit so close to his corner?

You had a front row seat the other night.

I was his fiance. Why wouldn't I?

Close to his bottles and towels.

Did you help out during the fight?

I picked up the pieces afterwards.

So no?

No.

What about before the fight?

Is he allowed to be here?

Just answer the question, Miss Corelli.

Did you see your fiance before the fight?

I never saw him before a fight.

Mickey had to rest.

No temptation.

It was the coach's rule.

So what did Mickey think about that?

Mickey loved me.

Once we were married, he was going
to retire and settle down here.

Had you set a date?

He put it off. Always another fight.

Anyone could see Mickey was getting worse.

His mind, you know? It was time to...

But he had other people in his ear.

Who?

Miss Corelli, I know this is difficult,

but we found this in Mickey's wallet.

Do you know her?

But you knew there was someone.

No.

- She knew about the
blonde woman. - Yeah.

Oi, stop the car. Reverse up.

Not far from Tracey's.

Yeah, but not far from
the train station, either.

Bill.

What is it?

I'm guessing it's plaster of Paris.

I have other fighters depending on me.

When I start this business,
it was from nothing.

If these fights stop,
I go back to nothing.

Back to the sheep.

Back to the sheep?

It's something I say, like
a fighter's motivation.

My family have a farm back home.

Sheep, sheep, sheep.

I see. So boxing changed your
life, perhaps even saved you.

Thank God.

Though it does not save everyone.

Look, this is all I
have here from the fight.

There may be more things
down in the lockers.

Alright. Ah, one more
question, Gus, if I may.

You said Mickey put people
off-side. Anyone recently?

There was that Irishman,
Flanagan. Probably others.

He was a very difficult man,
but a good fighter, unlike some.

Don't!

Lou!

What are you doing sneaking around here?

What are you doing?

Do you live here?

I don't have to tell you anything.

If you're worried about Bernie and Ray,

the police didn't tell
them you found the wraps.

No, they figured it out.

Even if they didn't, Gus would
have made sure they found out.

And why would he do that?

I wanted them suspended.

Gus wanted a new fight.

They decided to bury it.
They told me to shut it.

I'm going to find out who
killed Mickey, I assure you.

Now, can you show me his locker?

Come on.

You used to coach Mickey, didn't you?

Yes.

Then it must have been
disappointing when he dropped you.

Not enough to kill the
bloke after five years.

I told the coppers all this.

You also told the police you didn't
like Mickey, so why be his cornerman?

To see if I could talk some
sense into the old Mickey,

to get him to get out
before it was too late.

And did you?

I never saw the old Mickey again.

Oh, that's got some bite to it.

Mm.

What is all of this?

- Mickey's boxing gear.
- Ah.

I thought you might be
pulling the gloves on again.

Ah, very funny.

No, it all needs to be tested.

I, um, I've told the boys
about the engagement.

Ahh.

How did they take it?

Well, Christopher is thrilled.

And Jack?

Jack will get used to it.

I um...

.. I sent letters to Mei
Lin and Lee this morning.

Well, not quite so secret now.

Come on, then.

Just give me a minute, Ned, would you?

What were you thinking?

"Killer Punch".

I wrote the story,
Charlie, not the headline.

Well, should I thank
you for that, then, hm?

For calling my brother a killer,

or telling everyone we grew up
in a slum, or how my father died?

I understand your sensitivity. I may
have got carried away with the slum.

But nothing that I wrote was untrue.

But does that make it right, Rose?

I told you these things in
confidence, as a friend, or...

.. whatever we are.

Were.

Charlie, we both agreed
that we didn't want anything.

I'm not talking about that, Rose.

I'm talking about common consideration.

Making Ray's life public
makes my life public.

I was simply doing my job.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

But you did.

And by the way, the autopsy results,

it proved a punch didn't kill Mickey.

My brother isn't a killer.

I'm glad Ray's been cleared.

But I can only report what people tell me.

I thought you'd understand. It's work.

It's not personal.

I don't know, Rose. It
felt pretty personal to me.

- Come in, love.
- Wait here, Ned.

Hey, uh, any news of Flan?

Uh, still looking.

You here as family, or as a copper?

Ray, put a lid on it.

The autopsy showed that Mickey
didn't die from a punch.

Oh!

That's, uh... Thanks for telling us, mate.

Wow. So, um, what was it,
then? His heart, or...?

He was poisoned.

Murder.

So, what are you here for?

I have to collect your gear for testing.

- Oh, he didn't do anything!
- Charlie!

- I mean...
- I don't have a choice.

- Ray, I'm trying to clear you.
- Take it.

So, a yellow reaction
indicates an alkaloid?

Precisely. Mind you, not
all alkaloids are poisonous.

- And not all poisons are alkaloids.
- That's right.

Clear as clear can be.

Doc?

Yes, Charlie. Come on in.

My brother's kit.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry, Charlie.

This must be terribly difficult for you.

You're managing so incredibly well.

Well, I don't really have
much of a choice, do I?

Charlie...

.. we won't need to test this.

Why don't you hold onto it?

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

Bumped into Rose today, Charlie and I.

There seemed to be some
tension in the air.

You saw the paper?

Yes. She inquired about you.

Mind you, I have to say...

.. I think she was really asking about us.

We might as well take an
ad out in The Courier.

And at some point, we might have to.

For now, let's just enjoy
it, just... just us.

Oh, dear.

- What are you doing?
- Running.

I need my kit back before the fight.

Why has he got you fighting again so soon?

It's dangerous, Ray.

Do you know what you're
getting yourself into?

- Of course I know. I'm not a fool.
- Neither is Bernie.

So you do fight after fight,
take beating after beating?

- You'll end up as mad as Mickey.
- We know what we're doing.

Believe it or not, we
can manage without you.

We've done it for long enough.

Oh, would you just stop acting
like a baby and just tell me

what your problem is?

For starters, Mum's getting married
and she wants your approval.

Well, I'd love to see Mum happy,
but it's Bernie bloody Thompson!

Seeing how Bernie's my
coach, I really don't care.

He's a crook, Ray.

He's using you for all he can get,
and once you're no good to him,

he'll dump you like the rest of them.

You don't know him! You don't
know a thing about him, or us.

Oh yeah? Well, I know he
knew about the plaster wraps.

As if Flanagan would have done
them without Bernie's say so.

Yeah, thought so.

You think you're so smart.

You think you know everything.

Flanagan wasn't even there.

What, you knew about them all along?

Of course I knew, Charlie. Grow up.

Dad would be turning in his grave, Ray.

- Dad was a boxer and he'd understand.
- He'd never cheat.

He never would have run away like you did.

I left to earn money,
to send back to you...

Guilt money.

You ran away like a coward.

You ran off, so you lose the
right to tell us what to do.

Why can't you let us get on with it?

Why can't we move on?

We want that.

I want it!

Charlie...

Charlie, I've been
waiting for you. Good run?

Charlie, I need to talk to you.

You've found something.

Yes. On one of Ray's boxing gloves.

Poison. I am so sorry.

His boxing glove?

That wouldn't even work, would it?

I wish that were true.

Charlie, if you coat something in poison,

in this case a boxing glove, and
you pound it into an open wound,

the poison could enter the bloodstream.

I'm going to have to tell Mum.

Doesn't mean it was Ray's idea,

and there are still so many
unanswered questions --

Flanagan's whereabouts, for one thing.

Flanagan wasn't there.

Ray just told me.

- Who wrapped his hands?
- Bernie.

Ray knew all about it. They lied to us.

I see.

So, if Flanagan wasn't there...

Yeah, then... then my
brother's the killer.

Dr Harvey's trying to identify
the poison as we speak.

It's a bit of a risky
MO, though, isn't it?

Oh, very.

But whoever applied it knew the
skin above Mickey's eye was weak,

and that it would split
again as soon as he fought.

Now, with the wound open,

he could force the poison into his system.

Bam.

But now we know that
Flanagan wasn't there.

Any update on that front?

A bloke fitting his description
bought a train ticket to Melbourne.

Nothing definite.

And we sent Dr Harvey the samples
from the hotel room and the van.

If he has a van, why not drive?

Well, he may still be hiding here.

But we don't know where.

And if Ray couldn't have
applied the poison himself,

that leaves us with Bernie
Thompson, so bring him in.

Yes, boss.

I told you, I haven't seen Flanagan.

Since when, exactly?

Since before the fight in the change room,

when he wrapped Ray's hands.

Thing is, Bernie, Ray told us
that Flanagan wasn't there before,

during or after the fight.

Lying to the police is a very
serious matter, Mr Thompson.

But then you'd know all
about that, wouldn't you?

That was a long time ago.

I didn't mean to lie to you...

Just to Charlie, then.

I'm marrying his mother,

and he doesn't seem too
keen on that, or me.

This would just make it worse.

And that matters to you?

Yes, it matters, because I love Shirley,

and the boys.

I love Ray like a son.

You know, I can reconsider the charges...

.. but I need some answers.

Who wrapped Ray's fists?

I did.

- And you put the gloves on.
- Yes.

Did you put the poison on the glove?

- What?
- We found poison on his gloves.

Bernie, it's how it got into his system.

That was the plan, wasn't it?

Open up the eye, apply the poison
during the break and pound the cut?

I don't know anything about that.

You got Ray to fight up a weight class.

It's a great way to launch a
career, but also a huge gamble.

You couldn't afford to
lose. You had to win.

Alright, yes, we had to win.
That's why I plastered Ray's fists.

But...

.. that's it.

I wouldn't know how to poison anybody.

Aconitine?

According to toxicology,
derived from the aconitum plant.

Used in trace amounts as
an analgesic liniment.

Even diluted, you'd
need to avoid abrasions.

And the dosage Mickey received was
far more powerful than any liniment.

I also tested the white powder
from his trousers. It's not chalk.

It's calcium sulphate dehydrate. Gypsum.

Ah.

Which is much the same
as plaster of Paris,

used of course in Ray's wraps.

Almost the same.

Plaster of Paris is dehydrated gypsum --

calcium sulphate hemihydrate.

Both substances were found
in Mr Flanagan's belongings.

Both?

The bag of plaster of Paris
from the van contained just that,

but the powder from the floor
of his hotel room is raw gypsum.

I understand why he'd
have plaster, but gypsum?

And why would that be on
Mickey's clothes as well?

Anyhow, the priority
right now is the poison.

Jean! I need your gardening expertise.

Gardening?

They've identified the poison.

Aconitine.

Monks hood. Or some people call
it devil's helmet, or wolfsbane.

It's a pretty flower. Lovely blue colour.

My father used to use it to poison foxes.

So you've seen it? Here?

Yes, it's quite common.

I thought it might be
some rare, exotic species.

No. The police haven't
connected the poison to anyone?

They're focused on Bernie and Ray.

We have one man on the
run, another man murdered.

Evidently, they argued,
and do you know what?

I can't see how Flanagan
could have tainted the gloves

if he wasn't there.

So, did this Flanagan and Mickey
have any contact after the weigh-in?

Mickey had a fight. Now, who, where?

The only clue we have is
some gypsum on his clothes.

- Gypsum?
- Now, I've checked.

There are no gypsum mines close by.

Farmers use it, of course,

but short of checking every
farm in the district...

Have you checked McRae's Fertilisers?

Been a while since this place
was up and running, Doc.

Indeed.

Charlie, Bill...

.. take a look at this.

Someone's driven right up to this
point, only recently I'd say.

Why would you want to steal gypsum?

That's a good question, Bill.

Why indeed?

I don't think they took something.

I think they left something.

Oh, bloody hell.

Mr Flanagan.

Bruising on the abdomen and chest.

I suspect we'll find broken ribs.

There's possible internal bleeding.
He may have a ruptured spleen.

The jaw is broken.
Possible skull fractures.

What an awful way to die.

Goodness me.

Mickey beat Sean Flanagan to death.

We know he was erratic, but
this, this was frenzied, cruel.

He was a killer.

If Mickey killed Flanagan, who
would want to take revenge?

Still points to Bernie and Ray.

Mind you, we're not sure
they knew Flanagan was dead.

We're not sure they didn't,
and they had motive.

True, but the others did too.

- Tracey Corelli, Lou.
- And all of them were near the ring.

The fight starts in two hours,

our best shot before they all disappear.

Alright. Who knew Mickey
killed Sean Flanagan?

Well, Mickey knew but he
didn't poison himself.

No, but it could be the key.

If a man does something so wrong,

so terrible, who does he tell?

Who would you tell?

Bugger off!

Miss Corelli, I'm Dr Lucien
Blake, police surgeon.

The police have already been
here, along with everyone else.

- Yes, I know.
- Poking around. I'm sick of it.

Of course. You've had a dreadful time.

I suspect even before Mickey died, yes?

I stopped being sad. I stopped crying.

I'm back to being angry now.

Thank you.

But not because Mickey
was having an affair.

I was relieved, really.

I thought she might want
to take him off my hands.

But Mickey wanted to
have his cake and eat it.

I see.

Miss Corelli, Tracey, we
know he was a violent man.

It must have been very difficult.

By the end, I hated him,
but I didn't do anything.

Tell me...

.. did something happen before the fight?

Did Mickey confide in you about something?

Something he'd done? Something...

Why does everyone think
that I saw Mickey then?

The police, Gus, Lou.

- Everyone.
- Gus and Lou?

They both came in here, looking for him.

He even stood in the garden,

looked in the window, trying to find him.

He?

Listen, son, the only one who
can make this decision is you.

I'm not pushing anything. I
just know you can do it, hmm?

What's going on?

I've told him if he's not ready,
we'll have to call it off,

but we do have a plan.

I'll give you boys a minute, alright?

You alright?

Look...

.. I've got to tell you something.

You're dropping your shoulder
too early on your cross.

And how would you know that?

Dad did the same. Never
stopped going on about it.

Here, let me.

If you want to box...

.. I'll be there for you, mate.

Whatever happens.

Watch the body, Ray. Watch the body.

Bill.

Fight.

That's it. That's it.

Your guard!

Yeah, watch your bodyweight.

Two, three, four, five!

Yes?

Gus, the officials asked me to, uh,
give your man a quick check-up.

Yeah, yes. Of course, Doctor.

What a fight, eh? You
never can predict it.

Alright, Mr Connolly, would
you just look up for me?

And back down.

Amazing, isn't it?

I mean, one would think the King here,

being heavier and taller, would
win, but no, it went the other way.

- Just side to side for me.
- That's the beauty of boxing, Doctor.

Oh, indeed.

Things are never quite
what they appear to be.

Like the way Mickey was poisoned.

Mr Connolly, if you just follow my finger,

just with your eyes, yes?

Good.

Ah, Lou.

- Glad you could be here.
- Why am I here?

Well, I was just explaining to
Gus how Mickey was poisoned.

Good man.

You see, we only found
poison on Ray's boxing gloves,

so of course I assumed
it went from glove to cut.

But in fact it went the other way.

The poison was in the Vaseline.

He put the Vaseline on Mickey.

Yes. Yes, he did.

Considerate of him not
to make you do it, Lou.

That's crazy.

But you gave me the jar you
said you used on Mickey.

No blood, no mess.

Doesn't look like it was used in a fight.

I think you substituted this one...

.. for the poisoned jar.

This is ridiculous. Why
would I kill Mickey?

Why indeed?

Because you knew.

You knew he killed Sean Flanagan.

He asked you to help
him dispose of the body

at the old fertiliser depot.

- I've never been to such a place.
- But you have.

Your overcoat had gypsum on it.

- You murdered him!
- Charlie, take him outside.

I saw it around the pocket
after the fight that night.

And it's tricky -- very tricky --

trying to remove all traces of powder.

It gets into places you
just might not check.

Tests will prove that's gypsum and blood.

You and Mickey went to the
depot to bury the body,

You got gypsum on your clothes,
then you went to Flanagan's room.

We found gypsum on the floor,

and I'm guessing you took
his suitcase and his van

to make it look like he'd run off.

You were fixing Mickey's mess,
just like you'd always done,

only this time, this
time you'd gone too far.

Now you were an accessory to murder

and he was never going
to let you forget it.

He'd drag you down, you'd lose everything.

So, early the next morning,
you drove the van to Tracey's.

I saw you.

I was looking for Mickey.

I saw you in the garden, picking flowers.

What?... She's crazy. What flowers?

Wolfsbane.

I suspect you recognised
it from the old family farm,

from when you used to extract
poison and lay baits for the wolves.

After all, you had to protect the flock.

Mickey was a mad dog.

A mad dog, you put down.

In the bags from the tip,
just like you thought.

Well done, Bill.

How're you holding up?

It's going to get very, very tedious

if you keep asking me that
the whole time I'm here.

And how long might that be?

As long as it takes, it seems.

The higher-ups are sick of
all the musical chairs here,

and I offer stability, apparently.

Stability.

How ironic.

Frank really messed things up here.

But the debts he had here were nothing

compared to what he
racked up in Melbourne.

Well, I'll tell you this. We're
very glad to have you back.

Well, it'll give me a chance to
train up someone new in the ranks

to take over when I've had enough.

Who's the lucky man?

Well, Bill's an obvious contender.

Uh, sorry to intrude.

We've re-bagged all the
rubbish from the tip, boss.

Will we need anything else?

No, I don't think so.

Good job, Davis.

You've done yourself proud this week.

Which is why, as of now, you
are Acting Senior Sergeant.

Congratulations.

I don't know what to say.

Well, you can say goodnight. Head home.

Yes, sir.

We live in interesting times, Lucien.

We do indeed. Here's
to you, you old bugger.

Dad would have wanted you to have that.

Matthew...

.. Jean and I have some news.

It's about bloody time.

Thought you'd never get
round to asking her.

I'll, uh, try and get my stuff
together and I'll buy you a drink.

I'm sure there's more to gypsy life

than just fortune telling
and palm reading.

- Stop!
- No! No!

Do you expect to lay charges?

How very intriguing indeed.