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♪ I was walking down the street ♪

♪ When this boy started following me ♪

♪ Now I ignored all the things he said ♪

♪ He moved me in every way ♪

♪ With his collar unbuttoned ♪

♪ On my side he was strut'n' ♪

♪ He was really saying something ♪

♪ Really saying something ♪

- I'm usually like...
- No, no, no.

Don't tell me.
You're a size 13.

And you, Miss, five.

Wow, you are good.

Some men have learned
to split the atom.

Others aim to fly to the moon.

My Don can guess a person's shoe size.

And remember to take out
the rubbish, my bride.

I'm a lucky girl.

Hey.

Chief superintendent,

we have your order somewhere.

Chrissy, where are those shirts?

Check under your counter.

Oh!

Oh, what could this be?

A little something for you both.

Oh.

Wow.

Wow, indeed.

Didn't think you'd want to be
turned out like your boss,

- James, but Percy insisted.
- No, no, no, not at all.

It's, um, very...

Generous.

You two will make a great team.

Such fine needle work, Christine.

I have you playing in lane one and two.

Oh, very good.

Well, we better go put these on.

Yeah.

Hey, and I'm sorry about that.

He seems to think we're an item.

It's all a little bit of fun.

- Aaah!
- Oh!

Ohhhhh!

She's a natural.

So, who's up for ice cream?

- That would hit the spot.
- I'll get it.

No, no, I insist.
This is 1964 after all.

Got me goin'

know what I'm doin'

Yeah, you really got me now

know what I'm doin'

you really got me now

sleep at night

Hey, Neeler!

Hey, Chief.

Rockers and mods again.

You want to have a go, tough guy?

- Come on.
- Get away from my girl.

I know that Mod with the curly hair.

Milo Nabone.

We booked him before.

Bloody guys are all the same.

Jeanie, hold this.

Hey!

Alright. Alright.
That's enough of that.

You girls need to get
the hell out of my alley.

Stay out of it, old man.

Hey, boys.
You heard the chief.

What did you just call me?

Huh?

Okay, sir.

Get your...

You think that's funny, do you?

Huh?

Well, how about I wipe
the smile off your ugly mugs?!

- Sir, I can take care of this.
- No, no, no. It's alright.

Look after the ladies.

You and you, come with me.

- Teach you some kindness.
- You can't do this.

I'm gonna report you.

Well, go one.
Get outta here!

You'd better not touch

You been sneaking pies behind
my back again, haven't you?

Huh?

Tomato sauce all over your shirt.

What did you do in that back room, hmm?

Ah, it's all good.
All good.

Just reminded those lads
who runs this town.

Hey.

We need to hold the line, Steed.

You're up, Sal.

Just waiting for my lucky ball.

Oh

Okay? You're alright.

Yes, but to convert to Catholicism,

one would have to believe in God, Sam.

Well, I don't not believe.

Oh, well, I'm convinced.

Well, it's a little bit complex
to be reduced to a binary.

Isn't it?

...intelligent being decided
to invent over 700 species...

Oh, Violetta, is everything...

Milo's been arrested!

That nephew of yours
being caught speeding

on that scooter again, has he?

They're saying he killed a man.

They're going to charge him
with murder.

Hmm.

Nice shirt.

Oh, the embroidery's a lovely touch.

Sparrow got them made up for us here.

- "Us"?
- Sally and I.

Um, wasn't my idea.

What are you doing here, Peregrine?

I'm here on official business.

Milo is Violetta's nephew.

I've been employed
to prove his innocence.

Well, you're up against it
there, I think.

- Any more suspects?
- Still taking statements.

Oh, but you've arrested Milo.

He's helping us with our inquiries.

- So...
- Follow me.

Hmph.

This is where it happened.

Now, the rubber belt drives
the ball return mechanism,

and running at full operational speed,

- there's enough power to...
- Lose one's head.

The question is,
was he pushed or did he fall?

Mm.

Two entry and exit points.

Yes.

So, anyone could've made
their way in or out.

Yet, you have Milo
in the frame for murder.

He's our number-one suspect.

He has opportunity and motive

and was seen fleeing out that door

around the time of the murder.

Well, he's not the only one
with opportunity, though, is he?

Anyone at the alley could be a suspect.

How long till we can reopen?

Not till we finish our investigation.

- How long will that be?
- As long as it takes.

Mr. Grimwade, may I remind you
a young man is dead.

I am well aware of that.

And you've already got
the kid who did it.

I'm just saying, rent on this place

doesn't stop while you
cross T's and dot I's.

Okay. Your establishment
is now a crime scene.

You're not to touch or...
or clean... anything.

Keep your patrons out

and your equipment powered down
until I give you notice.

Hello.
We didn't meet before.

I'm Peregrine Fisher.

Peregrine's a private detective
who sometimes assists me.

Yes, I solve things,
and he takes all of the credit.

Bit like that around here, love.

Christine.

Is there an approximate time of death?

Between 12:15 and 12:25?

And what were you both doing
during that time?

Watching a bunch of rockers
and mods scaring away

decent-paying customers.

Mm.

They're nice boots.

Those belong to that
rocker girl, Jeanie.

That's the one.

- Did anyone get her statement?
- Bit late for that.

She scarpered.

Without her boots? Hmm.

You got five minutes.

Thank you, Officer.

- Milo, are you okay?
- Thanks for coming, zia.

Where's your mother?
Why isn't she here?

- Didn't accept my call.
- Of course.

The two of us,
pecora nera de la familia.

- Black sheep.
- Were you hurt?

You should see the other guy.

The other guy is dead.
Is that who you mean?

Bella!

Who the hell are you?

Milo! This is Peregrine.

She's a private detective.
She can help you.

Nice.

- I'm so sorry, Peregrine.
- It's okay.

Tell me what happened
at the alley, Milo.

Okay.

Here's an easy one for you.
Who's the dead guy?

- Some rocker.
- And you're a mod.

So, what, this was some kind of...

turf war?

That's what these things are
usually about, aren't they?

Territory.

Or...

a girl.

Mm.

Was there a girl involved, Milo?

Jeanie, Rex's girl.

- And you made a play for her?
- She made a play for me.

Oh, well, that explains
the beef with Rex then.

- I didn't kill him.
- Who did?

You won't believe me, baby

Tough guy.

You're in trouble.
She's trying to help you, Milo.

There's no point.
I'm as good as swinging already.

- No!
- I'm a lost cause.

The police are fitting me up for it.

That's not how this works, Milo.

It's exactly how this works.

These cops hate us.
You know that.

Who do you think gave me this?

The copper who arrested me.

The same copper who killed Rex.

Who was it?

Chief Super Sparrow.

Tell me what happened.

It kicked off in the alley.

Sparrow went A over T.

We all started laughing.

So he took Rex and me
into the back room.

To have a talking to.

Except he blew his stack.

Got stuck into Rex,
had him up against the wall.

I got the hell out of that room
before he turned on me.

So, what you're saying is,
the last time you saw Rex alive

was in that room with
Chief Superintendent Sparrow.

Oh, Milo.

Drop the gun.

Throw it out in front of you.

Now, slowly take the knife

that you've shoved down your left sock.

What do you want?

What I've always wanted.

You could have just called, Alexander.

No fun in that.

So, you baited Rex into fighting, yeah?

Feel like you're going to say I did.

You tried to steal his
girlfriend from under his nose.

- You knew he'd come swinging.
- I'm not scared of a fight.

I don't look for them, but
I don't run from them either.

- Oh, oh, oh.
- Well, you looked for this one.

Where's Jeanie?

I don't know.

You're not helping yourself
by not cooperating, son.

Maybe you're asking the wrong
guy the wrong questions!

I left youalone
in the back room with him.

Take him back to the cells.

I haven't finished interviewing yet.

He's not giving us anything.

Come on.

- Milo...
- Zia!

Little fish.

Now, why aren't I surprised to see you.

You have no right
to keep him locked up.

I got all the right
in the world, sweetheart.

I can hold him as long as I like.

Ta-ta.

James, this is wrong.

Until he's charged,
we can't apply for bail.

Well, he won't be getting bail.

He's got prior convictions.

For what?

Assault.

Did you know that he had convictions?

Oh, Violetta, you need
to tell me these things.

Between myself and Milo,
we give our family no peace.

He's been in fights before,
but nothing like this.

Hey, someone's shown up.

Who?

Give me back my boots!

Give me back my boots!

Oy! Jeanie!
Alley's closed, aye.

- Get out of my way.
- No, no. No.

We need to ask you some questions.

I'm not talking to the police.

I'm not with the police.
My name's Peregrine.

I'm a friend of Milo's.

I'm trying to get him
out of this situation

that he's found himself in.

And if you want to help him,
you need to talk to us.

And then you can have these back.

How old are you, Jeanie?

105.

You're looking pretty good for 105.

Tell us about you and Milo Nabone.

I just saw that you were
bowling with him

before your boyfriend,
Rex, was murdered.

Rex was your boyfriend, wasn't he?

You're wearing his jacket.

What was a rocker girl doing

bowling with a mod boy.

- Oh, Thank you.
- Trying to knock over the pins.

- It's not a crime, is it?
- Murder is.

I didn't kill Rex.

We done?

And where were you
between 12:15 and 12:25?

Out the front of the alley,
minding the bikes.

Minding the bikes.

Well, otherwise, the mod boys
knock them over don't they?

Can anyone back that up?

- What?
- Did anyone see you, Jeanie.

The police need to be able to check.

Maybe some of the others.

Are you pregnant, Jeanie?

- I'm sorry to be so blunt...
- If you're not a cop,

who the bloody hell are you?

Someone who doesn't like to see

another girl all alone and in trouble?

I can sort myself out.

Does your mum know?
What did she say?

She's already knitting booties.

She kicked me out of home, didn't she?

Oh.
I'm so sorry.

Better off out of there anyway.

Her new boyfriend's a cut snake.

Where have you been staying?

Was with Rex.

But...

Why don't you come and stay with me?

I can offer you clean sheets
and a hot shower.

Bloody posh.

I grew up in a caravan park,
believe it or not.

Lucked into an inheritance.

Lucky you.

Let me get some fresh linen and towels.

I'm sure you'll want to freshen up.

Are you folks dead?

My mum died last year,

and my dad's a bit of a mystery man.

We never actually met.

Did a runner?
Blokes are bastards.

And women are very stubborn.

My mum never even told me
I had family here in Melbourne.

She was too proud.

How far along are you, Jeanie?

I've missed one rag.

Have you been to the doctor?

Is Rex the father?

You ask a lot of nosy questions,
don't you?

You said you had a bed for me.

Yes.

Bed or the couch.

Take the bed.

Guess I'll be on the couch, then.

Boo.

This work of art

deserves a place
in the Vic Gallery, son.

It's better than half
the modern rubbish

they got on show these days.

- How's Mrs. Sparrow, sir?
- Oh, she'll be fine.

Yeah, nothing a Bex

and a good lie down won't fix.

See, you've got me down as a suspect.

No, sir, a witness, but you were one

of the last people to see
the victim alive, sir.

Yeah, well, we've got the kid
who did it in the cells.

Tie this up.

I don't have enough evidence for that.

Then find some.

Good rub.

My love, it's going to be all right.

He did not murder that boy.

Then the evidence will show that.

We need to trust in science.

I trust science, Samuel.
It's the police I don't trust.

James. Um...

How can I help you?

Well, it's Violetta's help that I need.

Sorry to involve you.
I can't see it any other way.

It's a delicate matter.

I just... I need to know

if the blood on this shirt is Rex's.

It's Sparrow's shirt.

And the results could help Milo's case.

And I need it done on the quiet.

Thank you.

James.

So, what will you do if it
turns out to be Rex's blood?

I don't honestly know.

- James...
- Hmm?

Jeanie's pregnant.

She told you that?

She confirmed my suspicions.

But she trusts me,

and I'd like to keep it that way.

How did her alibi check out?

Mm, well, her fellow gang
members back her story up.

But she's still on the front.

Oh, I love this song.

You'd better not touch

- It's funny.
- What?

It was on in the alley
right about the time

- that Rex was murdered.
- No, turn it off!

- Turn off the damn song.
- Jeanie, what's wrong?

It was Rex's favorite.

He was, like, obsessed.

What's he doing here?

I was going to ask you
a similar question, Jeanie.

- Is he your boyfriend?
- Ex.

And Detective Steed was just leaving.

Jeanie, I just wanted
to check if you're okay.

I suspect that that's not
the fix that you think it is.

It's worth a shot, but...

No, it's probably only gonna

make you feel sicker
than you already do.

I can't have this kid.

Jeanie, you have a lot to figure out,

but taking matters into your own hands

is not the answer, and it's very risky.

Things can't get much worse.

How am I going to do this on my own?

I used to think
that I was on my own, too.

But there are women all over
the place who care.

Who can support you,
whatever you decide.

Hmm?

I care for a start.

Jeanie, why were you
all over Milo at the alley?

- I needed to talk to him.
- About what?

That I was preggers.

Milo's the dad.

It was sewn on
the inside of Rex's jacket.

No.

- Yeah.
- This one.

Toxicodendron radicans.

My Latin's a little rusty.

Ah, poison ivy.

Really? How interesting.

Symbol of their gang?

No.
Rex was a Collingwood rocker.

They're symbol is a magpie atop a fist.

- Is it the brand of the jacket?
- The jacket's a Stag.

- Their symbol's the stag horn.
- Oh, that's right.

Oh, I do love a good leather jacket.

We hadn't noticed.

Why would Rex have gone to
the trouble of sewing this in?

Well, it obviously meant
something to him.

But why not wear it on the outside,

wear it proudly?

Why hide it on the inside?

Yes, I see your point,

unless you were the one
who sewed it in,

no one would know it was there.

But you would know
every time you put it on.

Well... borrow this.

It has a rather neat
little chapter on herbs

and their historical symbolism
in literature and the arts.

Well, thank you.

Was it situated on the left
or the right.

Oh, um... the left.

Mm.

So when you zipped up the jacket,

it would be positioned
right over your heart.

Oh.

- Peregrine.
- Violetta.

Milo said something
at the police station.

- Um, la pecora...
- Nera.

La pecora nera.
What does that mean?

The black sheep.
That's what Milo and I are.

Oh. Well,
I find that hard to believe.

A good daughter
doesn't leave her mother.

But your sister moved, here,
too, didn't she?

But she is married.

She has given my mother
three grandchildren.

I have given her nothing

but a broken engagement
and years of grief.

Well, I think she'd be
incredibly proud of you,

if she could see everything
that you've achieved

and how happy Samuel makes you.

Please give this to James.

It's the results of the blood work.

What's the verdict?

The blood on Sparrow's shirt

belongs to Rex.

Right.

So...

Well, it doesn't mean
that he killed him.

Well, it goes some way to corroborating

Milo's version of events.

Maybe get him a bit of a clip.

Oh, and that's okay, is it?

No.

What can I do about it?

Whether he murdered him or not,

if I ask the question,
that is the end of my career.

It could easily have been an accident.

It's not too much to think

that in all the excitement
in the back room,

Rex fell backwards
onto the belt drive...

No, that's not what killed him.

- I thought...
- Coroner's report came through.

Rex was already dead
before he was decapitated.

- So...
- X-rays of his skull

indicate that he was bludgeoned
by a heavy round object.

There's no prizes for guessing what.

Right. So find the blood
splattered bowling ball...

We find our killer.

How very Cinderella.

Hmm.

Wouldn't they have wiped it clean.

Maybe, and then maybe
they missed a spot?

Maybe there's fingerprints.
It would be a start.

I'm going to check the back room.

Oh.

Any joy?

What are you doing?

Somebody with skill
embroidered poison ivy

- inside Rex's jacket.
- Mm-hmm.

I've been looking into
the symbolism of it,

and it turns out,
poison ivy, apparently,

flourishes in the harshest
of environments.

You said this song happened to
be playing when Rex was killed.

This is about the label in a jacket.

Coincidence?
There's no such thing, right?

It has to mean something.

So I'm open for business, am I?

Steed, I just had a call
from Don Grimwade.

What the blazes is going on.

Why haven't you charged the Nabone kid?

The fact that he and Rex
were in a brawl is not enough

for me to charge Milo with his murder.

Our case would just fall over
in court, sir.

So, get his confession.
What...

Do I have to do your job for you.

- Sir, but...
- Do you have anything

for me at all?

We know that brawl was
over the rocker chick.

Surprise, surprise.

Turns out, she's pregnant.

Pregnant?

Really?

Who's the papa?

No way.
Jeanie would have said.

Well, never try to understand
the mind of a woman, son.

I'm gonna be a dad.

Well, that all depends on you.

Now, we have a ton of eyewitnesses,

myself and Detective Steed included,

who will testify that they saw you

trying to rip Rex's throat out.

I didn't kill him.

Maybe you didn't.
I don't know.

But I do know how this
will look to a jury.

And if you plead not guilty

and drag everyone through a trial,

you will go down for 20 years.

That's if you don't hang,

but if you confess now,

plead guilty to the lesser crime
of manslaughter,

10 years.

Or less.

Still plenty of time
to kick the footy around

with a kid.

Manslaughter?

It was an accident, wasn't it?

You and Rex were fighting over a woman

around some bloody dangerous machinery,

I imagine that he probably...

got his shirt color caught
in the pin return mechanism.

You tell me.

Hmm.

Alright.

Get it down, word for word,

type it up, get him to sign it.

10 years.

Or they hang me.

I love our secret.

Time to go.

Something to rush to.

Always the one to call time.

Alex, we... we can't
keep doing this.

Why can't you?

Because you want something from me

that I just cannot give.

You should find a good woman.

I'm looking.

No, I mean it, Alex.

When this mission is done, so are we.

So, this doesn't mean anything to you.

Why should it?

You have no idea how it got there?

Why would Rex have poison ivy
sewed into his jacket?

Jamie, how do you know for certain

that Rex isn't the father?

Because Rex and me never did it.

Oh.

Milo said that you made a play for him.

Yeah, I wanted to make Rex jealous.

And did it work?

Only 'cause it made him look bad.

So, why did you stay with him?

I don't know,

I guess I loved him.

He looked out for me.

But he didn't love you back.

No. He was seeing
someone else, too.

Who?

I never caught him out.

Can I borrow this?

Knock, knock.

Who embroidered your
ever-so-cute bowling shirt.

I believe, Christine,

Look at the stitching.

Same flourish, same green thread.

Where are you going with this?

Jeanie said that Rex was
seeing somebody else,

but she didn't know who.

You think Christine Grimwade?

I think Don found out and killed Rex.

It's too late.

Milo's admitted his guilt,

and I have his typed confession.

Did Sparrow dictate that?

If he admits guilt,
he'll be treated more leniently.

Oh, that's how Sparrow
sold it to you, is it?

He's just targeting Milo
because he thinks

all foreigners are criminals.

The confession is not signed yet.

So, let's go and talk to
Christine about her affair.

Green thread.

You don't have anything more
than that for me to go on,

something a little bit
more smoking gun.

It's my neck on the line, Peregrine.

No, it's Milo's!

Christine.

We found this.

That is your stitching, isn't it?

It's a simple question,
Mrs. Grimwade.

Don...

What's any of this got to do
with the price of bloody fish?

Were you having an affair with Rex?

Chrissy, you don't have to answer that.

That's right under your nose.

How'd that make you feel,
Mr. Grimwade?

How did it make you feel, Don?

It's over, my love.

There's no use.

They're on to me.

Do you want to do this here
or down to the station?

You're adm...
You're admitting guilt?

I am.

I killed Rex.

James: A witness said
in her statement

that you served her ice cream, Don.

Christine was on a toilet break.

I took over her counter.

Hang on.

Rex was killed in the back room

near the bull return mechanism.

You said that the power had been
off to the alley, is that right?

I believe this is the ball
that killed Rex.

Care to try it on for size?

What's the point?

Do as she says.

Huh.

It doesn't fit.

Christine, you and Don
have different duties.

That's right. Don does the shoes
and services the alley and...

And you serve the lollies
and the ice cream,

his and hers.

Then why is the sewing kit
on Don's counter?

We had all the wrong way round.

We all assumed that Christine
did the embroidery

because men don't sew, do they?

We typecast you unfairly, Don.

You sew beautifully.

Jeanie said that she
and Rex never had sex,

that he was seeing somebody else.

It was you, wasn't it, Don?

Yours was the illicit love.

This is where you get to talk.

I never meant to hurt you.

Oh, who are you kidding?

I told Rex he had to stop
coming around.

But he wouldn't listen.

Poison ivy was their signal, wasn't it?

That bloody song.

That bloody song.

After your boss finished with Rex,

I knew Don would head out
the back to see if he was okay.

That song.

That was the signal.

Man, the till.

Man, the bloody till.

You'd better not touch

Who was next?

Christine, no!

You fool.

It's over.

The lies, the creeping around,

you coming out of that room,

happier with him
than you ever looked with me.

This is something that I made you do.

Why start caring now, Don?

Why did you even marry me?

I loved you.

If you loved me, you would have never

made me walk down that aisle.

No hard feelings, son.

Milo...

Aunty, I can't thank you enough.

No, it's Peregrine you need to thank,

and you should probably go talk

to the mother of your child, also.

- You know about that?
- Oh, stupido.

We're going to be a family.
I'm going to marry her.

I'm so proud of you.

You'll make a beautiful father.

Grazie, zia.
Grazie.

Okay.
Let's get you fed.

Marriage?

Well, he hasn't
coughed up a ring or nothing,

but he says he wants to make
an honest woman out of me.

You know, Jeanie,
if you don't love him,

you don't have to get married.

You're always welcome
at the Adventuresses' Club.

Milo's alright.

He just needs to slick back his hair

and run a decent bike,
but I'll sort him out.

That's him.

I'll sees you later.

Good luck.

It's all gonna be okay,
even if it's not perfect.

And if it really isn't,
you contact me at the club.

Check out.

Should I make us a martini?

Oh, yes, please.

- Birdie.
- Hmm?

What was that chalk mark?

What chalk mark?

The chalk mark on the club.

A code, a secret signal.

I'm sorry.
I don't know what you mean.

Shaken or stirred.

Murdered? Who?

President of Sandridge Pigeon Club.

Foulplay at the pigeon club?

Pigeon aren't fowl.

This is Dr. Thelma Beasley,

Australia's preeminent

- ornithologist.
- One of.

What was your relationship
to the deceased?

Virgil was president
of the Pigeon Club,

and he also happened to be my brother.

Wouldn't have picked you two
as pigeon fanciers.

I'm here to join the club.

And I've been hired to
investigate by Thelma Beasley,

Looks like he was choked
to death with bird seed.

Pigeon racing is not
for the faint hearted.

It's interesting that Peregrines

are the natural enemy of the pigeon.

What are you implying?

Birdie?

Go home, Peregrine.