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Are you ready for this?

Well, let's find out, shall we?

Ah.

Can we leave now?

Where are we?

Well, congratulations.

You must be very proud.

Oh, we are.

And thank you for coming, Jean.

It means so much
to Patrick and me.

To be honest, Lucien and I were
a touch surprised to be invited.

Oh, well, Edward absolutely
insisted that you both be here.

Really?

Thank you, Lucien.

Stop playing games.

I know what you're
up to, Edward.

It's gone on long enough.

I couldn't agree more.

If you think I'm just going to
stand by and let it happen, then...

Then you'll what?

You're making a big mistake.

Edward?

Relax, dad. Enjoy the party.

You're the one paying for it.

Sons, Lucien!

You raise them in
the hope that one day

they might turn out to be a
better man than you ever were.

You've done all
you can, Patrick.

Thank you, lad.

He's his own man
now, for better or worse.

That's what I'm afraid of.

My girl, my Hattie,
has been my everything

ever since her mother passed.

Speak up!

But not once did I ever
have to look after her,

because she's
always looked after me.

Get on with it!

Always look after me.

I'd like to thank you
all for being here today,

especially the father
of the bride, Milton,

and all of you who've made
the journey up from Melbourne.

Uh, the bridal party, of
course, and the best man, Brian,

who's done an admirable job
of keeping our son in line today.

No easy task, as I'm
sure many of you know.

I'd like to propose a
toast to Edward, our son,

a man of eclectic
interests, jack of all trades,

and to our new
daughter-in-law, Harriet.

We wish you all the
very best of luck, my dear.

You're going to need it.

To Edward and Harriet.

Edward and Harriet.

Well, as most of you would know,

I left Ballarat recently with
my tail between my legs.

I made a lot of mistakes.

Cheers for the reminder, dad.

But then I found Harriet,

and she helped me see
what's truly important in life

and she showed me
how to be a better man.

To my wife.

Edward, please.

Don't touch me!

You're hurting me!

Now we can leave.

Not a moment too soon.

Oh dear.

Boys.

Full of beans, aren't they?

Now, just regular table salt
in some warm water and, uh...

Playing tag, aren't they?

And you just gargle that.

Little one might be hungry, eh?

Mm.

Tell me, Mrs. Wilkinson,
you and your husband,

are you planning on
having any more children?

I hope not.

Right. Well, there's a medication
that's just became available

that may be of
some interest to you.

You're not Catholic, are you?

No. Why?

Just checking.

She's here.

Show her in.

Mrs. Lucas, come through.

Dorothy, won't you come in?

This is... well, it's
certainly unexpected.

I'm just as happy to see you
as you are to see me, Lucien.

Believe me.

Right. What can I do for you?

I want you to go to
Melbourne for me.

I need you to find
my granddaughter.

Catherine?

She's missing, is she?

Depends what you
mean by missing.

She's...

For years, every month, I would
send her an allowance, you see.

Traveling agrees with her.

Parties, the big cities.

Unfortunately, it all began to
agree with her a little too much.

So you...

Cut her off.

About a year ago.

For her own good.

Catherine's always
been highly strung.

She needed to learn.

I stopped hearing from her afterwards. Not
a letter, not a telephone call, nothing.

And now what, you expect me
to help you find her just like that?

Well, you're still my
nephew, aren't you?

I'm afraid I'm terribly
busy at present, Dorothy.

You might have to ask some...

I'm dying, Lucien.

Endometrial cancer, or
so my specialist tells me.

Oh, Dorothy.

A friend in Melbourne
spotted this late last year.

Not long after I received a
telegram from her asking for money.

Catherine is the only
real family that I have left.

I would very much
like to see her if only

so as to get my
affairs in order.

Dorothy, Dr. Spencer
and your specialist,

they've discussed all
the options with you?

They're good doctors.

Just think about it.

Dorothy.

Doctor.

Mrs. Beazley. JEAN: Mrs. Lucas.

Are you finished yet?

I do apologize for this.

Come on, come on! You
promised to come play with me.

Please!

Lucien, that's enough!

Genevieve?

Genevieve?

Please, I'm with a patient!

Dr. Lucien Blake.

Slashed throat, I heard.

Still no sign of the
new police surgeon.

Wallace.

He'll show up. Eventually.

Mr. Tyneman turned up
maybe half an hour ago.

Thought he was going
to punch someone.

The police had to
escort him away.

I see.

Have they spoken
with anyone else?

The bride and her father have been
told to remain in the honeymoon suite

until uncle Matthew's
ready to question them,

which will probably be
sooner rather than later.

Right.

Doctor.

Superintendent.

Took your time, didn't you?

What have we got?

Bill.

Doc.

Throat's been cut.

Arterial spray here,
blood in the water.

Time of death?

I can't be sure. Not yet.

No sign of a murder weapon.

Yes. Well, keep looking.

Anything else?

Doesn't look like it belongs to
the victim. Not enough blood.

Which means it could
belong to his killer.

I'll run some tests after
I've completed the autopsy.

Of course we remember
you from the wedding, Doctor.

Thank you for seeing her.

She's being very
brave about all this.

She's right here, dad.

I'm sorry, darling.

Your pulse is still a
touch fast, I have to say.

Yeah. I've been
trying to keep warm,

control my heart
rate, my breathing.

You've had some
medical experience.

Oh, God.

Please, just not right now.

Just let me breathe.

Milton, tell me, when
did you last see Edward?

When I called it a night,
he was still drinking

with the best man and a
couple of business associates.

And Harriet, forgive
me for asking,

do you recall what time Edward
eventually came back upstairs?

He didn't.

It wasn't until this morning that
I realized he hadn't been to bed.

The last thing
that I said to him...

I told him that if he wanted to
spend his wedding night with Brian,

then perhaps he should
have married him and not me.

You know, I think for now,
let's pop you back into bed, eh?

Allow me.

Here we are.

That's it. Up we go.

Milton, I might...

Blake?

A word.

Excuse me.

For the last time, you cannot
be involved in this investigation.

But the sheets, Matthew.

Traces of dirt,
grass. I think...

Look, if you try
anything like this again,

I'll have you arrested.

You understand?

Of course.

We'll discuss it
when you get home.

Severed carotid and jugular.

One motion, by the looks of it.

Write that down, would you?

Incised wound to the neck.

Mechanism of death, hemorrhage.

No defensive injuries.

No marks on the face or chest.

No internal
abnormalities to speak of.

Nothing wrong with
the heart or liver.

Actually, he suffered from
ongoing atrial fibrillation.

Probably inherited
from his father.

It's in his patient history.

There's no additional marks
at the edges of the wound,

which means the blade
that caused this injury

didn't have a serrated edge.

Did you check the kitchen at the crime
scene for a possible murder weapon?

I left that to the police.

I'll get started on the tissue
from the crime scene, then.

I can do it.

Doctor, I...

Miss Harvey, as police surgeon,

I will oversee testing
of any and all evidence

discovered at a crime scene.

Do I make myself clear?

It's Dr. Harvey.

Uh, Mr. Tyneman, sir.

Patrick.

This is really
happening, isn't it?

Has Matthew...

Are they speaking to anyone yet?

Yes, they are.

People from the wedding.

The girl, her father.

Three months, Edward
had known them!

Three months.

And he trusted
them both implicitly.

But you don't?

We don't know
anything about them.

They come from Richmond.

What does the father do?

Where did the girl go to school?

Where's the family?

Edward must have known
about their background, surely.

Yeah, well, if he
did, he didn't tell me.

They must have
something to do with this.

They must have.

I can't even begin to imagine

how difficult this must
be for you and Susan.

But trust me,
what you need is...

What I need is answers, Blake.

I need someone to go
down to Melbourne for me.

To dig around.

Find out something about them.

I haven't got
anybody else to ask.

What do you mean, the paper
tissue was accidentally destroyed?

Well, unfortunately,
the wrong kind of solvent

was used somehow.

That woman I've been
saddled with, you have no...

I have known
Dr. Harvey for some time,

and there is one thing that
she is not, and that is careless.

Are you telling me that the
one piece of physical evidence

that we have so far, you
have managed to ruin?

Give her a bloody rest.

Bill, um, I found this
in the hotel towel room.

You don't want to hang around and
give this to the boss yourself, do you?

Are these all the
RSVPs for the wedding?

Almost all of them.

Have you heard from your boys?

Well, Christopher's just
been posted overseas.

And Jack, well...

There's still three weeks to go.

Yes, you're right.

And Rose, I've been meaning
to talk to you about Charlie.

He might be coming
to the wedding.

No.

The decision was
entirely mutual.

We're friends.

Much better that way.

Have you heard from him recently
how detective training's been going?

No, not recently.

He's still sequestered
in barracks.

Hello?

Mm, there you are.

I thought I was going
to have to catch the train.

We're popping down to Melbourne
to do some wedding shopping.

How exciting.

Do you know what kind
of suit you'll be getting?

Vaguely.

Oh, and you've got work to do.

Yes. Yes, I have.

Patrick's asked me to look
into a few things for him.

Actually, Rose, perhaps you
could join us. I could use your help.

Oh, that's not exactly
what I was talking about.

Hm?

She's still your auntie, Lucien.

And we're going
to be there anyway.

So just to be clear, you didn't
leave your room until this morning?

That's right.

At which point, you
went outside in your

slippers and your dressing
gown to go for a swim.

You walked down the garden path.

Sorry.

You dived into the pool
and found Edward's body.

By the fountain, yes.

So if you had your slippers on before
and after you went into the water,

why did they find dirt stains and
grass on the inside of your sheets?

Uh, perhaps the staff
hadn't changed them.

All right, yes.

I went looking for
Edward late last night.

In the garden?

No.

No, out the front of
the hotel on the porch.

In the ballroom, the kitchen.

In the towel room?

Yes.

Why?

For the love of God.
Would you shut the hell up?

Come on.

No need for that.

You need to calm down, son.

Oi!

Oi!

I wouldn't turn my
back if I was you.

Mr. Underwood.

I've known Edward for, I
don't know, a year or two?

You didn't think it was strange,

him choosing you
to be his best man?

Maybe he picked me because
of my, uh, winning personality.

Or maybe no one
else wanted the job.

My family's known the
Tynemans for over 30 years.

And you and Edward were close?

Yes.

Harriet introduced us

not long after they
began seeing each other.

He said before they moved
any farther with their relationship,

he should meet me.

Edward Tyneman said that?

He wanted to do
things the proper way.

Look, why is my
daughter waiting in a cell?

Well, there are a few
discrepancies in her story, Mr. Dunne.

She didn't do anything.

You said you and Mr. Tyneman

were the last ones to
pull up stumps last night.

We were talking business.

My car yard.

I'm looking to expand,

and I was hoping Ed might
be convinced to back me.

Edward had been cut off
from his father's money.

Had he?

So from there, you...

Got in my car,
went to the garage,

and had a kip in the
office for a few hours.

And no one can vouch for you?

Only one bridesmaid
at the wedding.

Not great odds here.

Yes, I was asked to leave.

I wanted to congratulate
Edward properly,

but his friend stepped in
before I had the chance.

Peggy, according
to the guest list,

you weren't invited to
the wedding, were you?

I've only recently
returned from overseas.

I didn't see the
harm in dropping in.

From what I've heard
about your past with Edward,

I'm wondering why you'd
want to be there at all.

Edward had a past.

Everybody does, superintendent.

He treated my
daughter like a princess.

He was a perfect gentleman.

Could be cruel when
he wanted to be.

Who do you think would want
to kill Edward, Mr. Underwood?

In this town?

Get in line.

Ah. This is it, hey?

We can stay, you know.

That's bad luck.

Go on.

I'll be fine.

So where do we start?

Right.

I appreciate this, I really do, but I
wasn't sure who else to speak to.

I get it, Doc.

Look, I'll run a
background check,

see if they've got some priors.

It's Milton and...

Harriet Dunne.

D-U-N-N-E.

Thanks.

Now, when should we pop back?

I don't know. We're pretty
busy here, being the police.

Yes, of course.

I tell you what.

We're meeting Jean
for dinner tonight at, uh,

Burrows on Collins Street.

Why don't you join us?
We can compare notes.

I'll see what I can do.

Miss Anderson.

Danny?

Thank you.

Now, before I forget,
here's the address.

Births, Deaths, and Marriages.

Great. And where will you be?

Well, you want to
learn more about a man,

you find his local pub
and chat to the regulars.

So, basically,
you're going drinking.

Yes.

For research purposes.

So these are some
of our best suits.

Perfect for the
mother of the bride.

It's not exactly
what I had in mind.

Oh, it was very, very clever.

Another?

Yes. Why not, eh?

And I tell you what...

I was wondering if
you could help me.

I'm looking for a couple of friends
of mine, Milton and Harriet Dunne.

Don't know them.

No?

Do you know anyone
here who might?

It's gorgeous.

What do you think?

It's very nice.

And it fits beautifully.

I think we may
have found the one.

Yeah, I met that Dunne
bloke and his daughter

maybe a couple of times.

You did?

Yeah.

They come up with a
young fellow from Ballarat.

Right. I see.

And what can you tell us
about them, Milton and Harriet?

Well, your young fella,
he paid for everything.

Milton was either skint or he'd

just forgotten his wallet every
time he walked out the door.

That old chestnut.

May I?

Yes.

As long as the
groom doesn't see.

Wow!

Bright purple was a bold
choice, don't you think, Lucien?

Hm?

Yes, it'll match
the shade of violet

I'm planning to dye my hair.

You're dying...
you're not dying.

I'm sorry. I'm miles away.

Not the most productive
afternoon, I'm guessing?

Neither of us managed to
find anything particularly helpful

regarding Harriet or Milton.

What about Catherine Lucas?

Yes. I... I did... well...

You didn't even look, did you?

Couldn't you just check the
granddaughter's address?

Thanks, again.

Oh, bugger.

Bloody hell!

Those letters we found
just inside the front door,

the postmarks go back
around eight weeks or so.

Doc...

Which corresponds with the dusty
furniture in the living room, yes?

- Yes, but none of that...
- So if she's been missing for...

none of that gives you the right
to break into her house, Doc.

Lucien, are you all right?

Yes, you know, I'm perfectly
fine, Jean. Thank you.

Danny, her grandmother
asked me to look for her.

Oh, did she give
you the key, did she?

Look, that girl's
been dead for months

and whoever killed her
just dumped her down there

like she was nothing.

I know. I know, Doc.

I can handle it from here.

Sergeant Parks.

Oh, Dr. Sattler, this is Dr...

Wallace. Dr. Jack
Wallace. How do you do?

Well, uh, Dr. Wallace
is the police surgeon in...

Ballarat. DANNY: Ballarat.

And I was wondering if
you would mind terribly

if I attended at the autopsy.

Oh, by all means.

I'll be glad for the help.

Please follow me.

- Wonderful.
- Mrs. Wallace, Miss Wallace.

Doctor.

Dorothy, the
pathologist in Melbourne

is still trying to determine
exactly how she died.

Now, I'm afraid this girl is
roughly the same height,

she's about the same
age, and she has an old scar

on her lower abdomen.

Catherine.

She had a hernia operation
when she was younger.

Oh!

Dorothy, I'm...

Thank you, Doctor.

You want me to do what?

If anyone calls from
Melbourne for Dr. Wallace,

you just... let me
know first, yes?

Good.

Now, anything else you
might be able to tell me?

Strictly between us, of course.

The blood on the towel that
was found is the same type

as Edward Tyneman's.

Right.

Toxicology?

Confirms that he was drugged.

Some kind of sedative.

The police locked down
the hotel ballroom yesterday.

They're collecting
bottles and glasses as...

Here.

He's all yours.

Jack, honestly, I'm...

I hope you're happy.

Officially reinstated?

How's that even possible?

Oh, I have my suspicions.

Are you going to navel-gaze,

or are you ready to
make yourself useful?

Yes. Um, are you
still holding Harriet?

We are.

There were no
signs of a struggle,

which means that
Edward more than likely

knew and trusted his killer.

But what if he was
heavily sedated at the time?

And what about the grass
and dirt stains in her bed?

Well, she's still claiming
that she went to look for him

in the middle of the night
and went back to bed.

Well, I suppose
if she did, in fact,

make her way to the fountain
at some point during the night,

barefoot, then...

The arterial spray on the
edge of the fountain, Matthew.

Cutting the throat
like that, goodness me,

it's an extremely
violent and, frankly,

messy way to kill someone.

So what's your point?

Say Harriet killed him.

She makes her way back to
the hotel, she goes up the stairs,

changes her clothes after
she's washed off all the blood...

But doesn't rinse the
dirt and grass off her feet?

I... ah, I almost forgot.

I found this in the fountain.

I didn't see Harriet wearing any
jewelry featuring sapphires, did you?

Well, this could have been in the
fountain for God knows how long

before Edward was killed.

Seems odd no one
reported it missing, though.

You see, I, um,
I asked the staff.

And you didn't think to
tell me this yesterday?

I wasn't police
surgeon yesterday.

Oh, I almost said it was
good to have you back.

I'm sorry, Patrick.

Lucien's been gone
since early this morning.

For once, I was actually
hoping that he would be home.

I need him to
prescribe something.

Uh, for Susan.

Help her sleep.

I can always call
him at the station.

Oh, I'm sure he'll be in
touch as soon as he can be.

Centerpieces for the wedding?

I'm sorry, Patrick. I
should move all of that.

No, no, no.

You deserve to be happy.

You've waited long enough.

Yes, but a celebration now.

Yes, now of all times.

We need these
moments, these triumphs.

Time's a thief, Jean.

Don't waste any of
the little you have.

Until I advise otherwise,

you and your daughter
are to remain in Ballarat.

Uh, for how long?

We're not going anywhere.

This is our home now, right?

Right.

I'm just happy
she's been cleared.

Who's been cleared?

You're not seriously
letting her go?

Come on, Patrick.

No need for that.

We're family now.

Patrick!

We are not family!

You think I don't know
what you're up to?

Patrick, come on.

I know what you are!

Tell me you found
something in Melbourne.

Well, the Dunnes
are known in town.

Not well, but well enough.

It would appear they come from
rather immodest circumstances.

Rose went to Births,
Deaths, and Marriages.

Harriet's details correspond
with what we know so far.

And the father?

Nothing beyond what's
listed on her birth certificate.

He's a tram driver,

or at least he was
when she was born.

He'd be in his 50s now.

So he has no records of his own?

Believe it or not, the
office was flooded in 1934.

I know. I know.

A lot of the documentation
was destroyed.

Well, there you are, you see.

He must have known that.

He would have
been counting on it.

Patrick.

That's something we
can tell the commissioner.

He won't listen.

I'll make him listen.

Why do you think I had
them bring you back?

You said you were going to help.

And I'm trying.

But we... we need evidence.

We need... we need solid proof.

And listen to me, we
will find Edward's killer.

I promise you.

Anything else?

Forgive me for asking, but
what were you and Edward

arguing about the night he died?

Goodbye, Lucien.

He still thinks Milton Dunne's
responsible for all of this.

Uh, well, if anyone stands to
benefit from Edward's death,

it's Milton and his daughter.

You spoke with
the best man, yes?

What's his name?

Um, Brian?

Well, I'm surprised we could get
a complete sentence out of him.

He was that hungover.

He practically belted Milton
right here in the hallway.

Is that right?

He manhandled a girl
at the receptionist as well.

Peggy Allen.

Apparently, there was an
understanding between the parents

about her and Edward
when they were children.

A mutually beneficial
marriage. Right.

What happened?

I don't know, but she
wasn't invited to the wedding.

She just returned
home from Lucerne.

Switzerland?

Some people have it rough.

Peggy.

Hello.

The housekeeper let me in.

I'm Dr. Lucien Blake.
I work with the police.

I know who you are.

Gosh, that's a wonderful piece.

I love that particular section.

Do... do you know how to
play it as a four handed duet?

Yes.

Let's see if I remember.

Um, starts with a C
major chord, doesn't it?

Da da de da da de da da da da.

Big E minor chord
at the end there.

It's just wonderful.

You're not bad.

Oh, my mother taught me. You?

Lessons.

You know, I played this
piece with Edward once.

We were 15, I think.

Is that right?

I didn't know he played.

Only in front of
our fa... families.

Right.

The police tell me, um...

They tell me you've just
returned from Switzerland.

Yes.

I've been reading a lot
about Lucerne recently.

About the advancements
they're making there

into cosmetic procedures.

You're still recovering from
your surgeries, aren't you?

You struggled to reach across
me just now for that sheet music

because your breast
tissue is still healing.

That little fleck of plaster
there on your cheek

from the brace you have to
wear on your nose while you sleep.

He didn't even
recognize me at first.

And when he did,
he called me Piggy.

Piggy?

Edward made it up
when we were younger.

Why would anyone ever look
twice at fat, disgusting Piggy Allen?

Which is why you...

Got all this done.

The pain... every
time it got bad,

I'd think about the look on
his face when he saw me.

The things I'd say
in front of everyone.

You wanted him to see
what he'd missed out on.

I wanted them to see who
the real pig was just once.

But then he threw me out anyway.

Not before he kissed me
on the cheek and told me...

He told me, "You can't make a
silk purse out of a sow's ear, Piggy."

Peg, I'm sorry.

The bloody tissue the
police found by the fountain,

that was yours, wasn't it?

I sat there and I cried for...

For I don't even know how long.

And then the next morning...

Well, it... goodness me.

Um, your nose.

Are you all right?

Should I ask where you got this?

Best not to.

In your opinion, could that be
what was used to sedate Edward?

Liquid morphine.

It's possible.

Goodness me, you've got a
lot to be getting on with here.

You start on the
glassware, I'll take the China.

You're telling me that Patrick
wants The Courier to cover the story?

Better us than The Herald.

At least he gets final
say on what goes to print.

I've already spoken to Harriet, to
Peggy Allen, and to the staff at the hotel.

Next up is the best
man. Brian Underwood.

No!

Uncle Matthew, I can
take care of myself.

But Brian Underwood
is the kind of bloke

that would hit a woman
without even thinking twice.

If you insist on
going to speak to him,

you wait for me and I'll
come with you, all right?

All right?

Fine.

Can you at least tell me
where I can find Milton Dunne?

I told you.

Just put it on my tab.

The Tynemans will
take care of all this.

Another one of those?

I'll take care of it.

Here you are.

Thank you ever so much.

Thank you, Doctor.

Ah, not at all.

No one should have
to drink alone, eh?

Ah, thank you.

And tell me, how's
Harriet doing?

Resting at the hotel?

Actually, Harriet's decided
to move in with the Tynemans.

Susan insisted.

Apparently she doesn't need
her dear old dad anymore.

Maybe it'd be easier
on everyone if I just left.

What will you do?

Edward was going
to find me a job.

Something in the
family business.

Now...

I'll tell you what.

There is a tram
route through Ballarat.

You used to be a
tram driver, didn't you?

I was.

Back in Melbourne.

You know, the school I attended
in the city when I was a boy...

In fact, I was a boarder.

I used to love to catch
the old tram down

Glenhuntly Road to Elwood Beach.

Just wonderful.

You know the route
I'm talking about.

I drove it myself enough
times over the years. Sure.

Really?

Goodness me.

Driving trams.

That's a real salt-of-the-earth kind
of job, if you don't mind me saying so.

You know, Edward
told me about you.

Born with your silver spoon.

Handed your big house.

Your father's practice.

That's not exactly
how it works, Milton.

Oh, yeah?

Pay your own way through your
fancy boarding school, did you?

Now, don't pretend to know
anything about our lives,

me and Harriet,
because you don't!

And you never will.

You understand?

You're quite right, Milton.

I apologize.

Perhaps I should be going.

Yes.

Perhaps you should.

I do beg your pardon.

That tram route closed
when I was still a boy.

Now, if Milton's around my age,

I highly doubt he ever drove it.

And so he followed you?

Well, someone did.

You didn't see how he reacted
when I brought up class and money.

Matthew, he was
absolutely furious.

Well, maybe he doesn't enjoy

being reminded that he comes
from more modest beginnings

than some people.

Yes. Perhaps.

What have you got there?

Oh, it arrived this afternoon
from your Aunt Dorothy.

I didn't think you two spoke.

They don't.

Well, are you going to open it?

No, we're going to send it back.

You sure?

It might be an early
wedding present.

And if it's from Dorothy
Lucas, it might be worth a bit.

I hope not.

Maybe this isn't
about the money.

With Milton, not Dorothy.

What if he'd gotten to
know the real Edward

and was starting to have serious
doubts about the marriage?

What if he was trying
to protect Harriet?

If she was my daughter,
I'd be terribly concerned.

Wondering what a life might
be like behind closed doors.

Thanks again, Mr. Drury.

Oh, here. Let me take that.

Ken was supposed to come
and help me carry the heavy stuff.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

You just go and get the car.

Sir, what have you done?

Patrick.

Patrick?

Cec, my dear friend,
are you all right?

Ah, as well as can
be expected, sir.

Did you know Milton Dunne?

No.

Right.

Well, let's find a
nice, quiet spot for you

to sit down for a spill, eh?

And Cec, two fingers of
brandy. Doctor's orders.

Come on, Mr. Drury.

Let's get you inside.

7:30.100 pounds.

Will tell.

Dying to know the truth.

It's too stained to make
out much more than that.

Hm.

Cause of death is
probably the head injury.

There's a depressed
fracture at the rear of the skull.

Characteristics of the wound
consistent with the corner of the brick?

Yes. There's no
chance he fell on it.

It was used as a weapon.

Yes.

I think Mr. Dunne
was expecting trouble.

I found this hidden
in his sleeve.

Bloody hell, eh?

And, Alice, look here.

Faint traces of
blood on the blade.

Very sharp and serrated.

Perhaps this is the weapon
that killed Edward Tyneman.

So we have a potential murder
weapon and a blackmail note.

And a suspect found
standing over the body.

Patrick, I'm worried about you.

Well, you needn't be.

I'm perfectly fine.

Anything you need to tell me?

Anything at all?

Well, is there anything
I can do for you?

You... you can tell Susan to,
uh, call Lloyd Wellman, our lawyer.

Innocent men don't usually ask
to have their legal counsel present

during these interviews.

Patrick, what were you even
doing in that alleyway tonight?

I was supposed to
meet him there at 8:00.

I'd like it noted that
my client went there

solely with the intention of
discovering what Mr. Dunne was up to

so he could inform
the police himself.

You were the one who
said we needed proof.

What did Milton want?

What they always want.

Money.

100 pounds.

That's what the
note says, right?

We found a note at the crime
scene under Milton's body.

You don't need to
answer them, Patrick.

Well, it's not my note.

He was also carrying the knife

that we think may have
been used to murder your son.

You suspected him.

Superintendent.

And he tried to blackmail you.

Matthew.

So you lured him into a dark alleyway.
You bludgeoned him to death with a brick.

I'd like a moment to
speak to my client, please.

Patrick, would you
mind terribly, um...

Thank you, Mr. Wellman.

Well, we let the daughter know.

And I found this
in Patrick's study.

Ah.

And this was at the hotel.

Milton's speech
from the wedding.

Right.

Well, look at that.

Two notes, similar wording.

The paper's similar
too, but not the same.

The tail on the Ys is more curved.
Different pressure on the page.

So Milton wrote the bloody
note we found at the crime scene,

but he didn't write
the note for Tyneman.

Well done, Bill. Top notch.

Now, Patrick's blood pressure
was through the roof last night.

I suspect it still is.

Do you know at the moment he
can't even do up his shoelaces?

In fact, he can't even lean
over to pick up my folder.

He's weak.

He's extremely dizzy.

If he bent down to
pick up that brick,

my guess is he simply
would have keeled over.

Excuse me, sir.

Miss Roslyn Kerr.

There's, uh, something
she thinks you should know.

Go on, miss.

I was there last night.

You see, we'd run
out of gin at the hotel.

They never order enough.

So I called Mr. Drury and
organized to buy a case from him.

I saw Mr. Tyneman when I
was driving to the Colonists'.

He was walking down
Sturt Street near the hospital.

Roslyn, what time was this?

I don't know.

A quarter to eight?

Really?

I remember thinking it was
strange, him walking all alone at night.

Why didn't you
tell us this last night

when we questioned you?

I told you we shouldn't have
come. You can't trust them.

I'm sorry. I'd never
seen a dead body before.

And I wasn't questioned.
Last night, I mean.

My fault, sir.

I... I thought the lass was
going to faint right then and there.

I was a bit shaky
myself, to be honest.

Mr. Drury had one of his staff
take me upstairs for a cup of tea.

And by the time I
was feeling better...

The police were gone. Yes.

Matthew, um,

the hospital's, what,
about a mile away?

Hard to imagine Patrick getting
there in time to commit murder,

for heaven's sake.

We need to find out who Milton was going
to meet in that alleyway before Patrick.

Well, hello.

Do you see anything like, miss?

Anderson.

Rose Anderson.

I'm writing a column
for The Courier.

A memorium for Edward Tyneman.

Yeah.

I don't really read the papers.

This is a nice car.

Yeah, she's a beauty.

Are you interested?

You've got your
bigger windscreen.

Updated instrument panel.

Four-cylinder engine.

36 horsepower.

If you say that's
good, then it must be.

Mr. Underwood...

Brian, please, Rose.

Brian.

I wanted to offer my
condolences for Edward.

Yes. Well, it's been
difficult, you know?

He was a top bloke.

Still, life goes on.

For some, at least.

You don't seem terribly upset.

Well, uh, maybe I'm just waiting
on the right shoulder to cry on.

There's a party tomorrow night.

We should go together.

You know, so you can
make sure I'll be OK.

I don't know.

I might be busy.

How about this, then?

I'll give you the price of a
lifetime on this car right now,

and you meet me tomorrow night
at the party in your new chariot.

Say 9:00?

And maybe I'll throw in a few
added bonuses once you get there.

Do we have a deal?

Patrick?

I was hoping to catch
you before you left.

For your hypertension.

I'll quickly get you some water.

I'll take them when I get home.

Well, this is important.

I'm still your
physician, aren't I?

When it suits you.

What were doing walking
to the club last night?

Why not drive?

My car broke down yesterday.

Is that a crime now too?

I'm only asking...

Come on, Patrick.
Let's get you home.

Mr. Tyneman.

Ah, the man I'm looking for.

Danny, what brings you here?

Well, Auntie Jean reminded
me that it was high time

I visited Mum when
I had some leave.

But two birds.

Ah.

Our Melbourne case.

Yeah.

Dr. Sattler reckons he's a
day away from cause of death

and ID on the victim.

But?

I've been going
through the letters

that we found at the house.

Catherine Lucas owed a
lot of money around town.

I mean, we're talking
thousands of pounds

to seven different creditors.

I don't know. Maybe she,

borrowed money from the wrong
person and eventually it caught up to her.

Yes, perhaps.

I wonder if...

Well, look what
the cat dragged in.

Bill!

Good to see you!

Yeah.

Doc, before you go anywhere,
Dr. Harvey's on the phone for you.

Right.

I'll see you later, Danny.

See you.

All right, Alice.

What do you have there?

The blood sample from
Milton Dunne's knife.

Ah.

AB positive.

And Edward Tyneman
was O negative.

So Milton didn't
cut Edward's throat.

Not with this, he didn't.

No.

Right.

Wait. Where are you going?

To meet Jean.

Alice, thank you.

Harriet.

Regarding your father, we, uh...

We are so very sorry.

Excuse me.

Hello, Susan.

Jean.

Oh, just... just pop it down.

Oh, don't... no.

Anne-Marie will take it.

Susan, I, um...

Well, we, wanted to
offer our condolences.

That's very kind of you, Lucien.

Patrick mentioned that you might
need something to help you sleep.

Now, best not take
them with alcohol, eh?

Where is Patrick?

Patrick?

What are you doing?

You people must
have missed something.

Something important.

Oh, Patrick. Come on, now.

Losing your only
son, Lucien, is...

It's not just losing
a child, it's the end.

Of our name.

My family legacy is all gone.

Patrick, I'm saying this as
your doctor and as your friend.

You need to go home.

You need to rest.

Be with Susan.

She already blames me.

She won't understand.

She might if you
give her half a chance.

Mr. Tyneman, sir?

Can I get you are
the doctor anything?

A brandy maybe?

Go away, stupid girl.

You feel better now?

Oh!

What if I do?

That sort of carry on
is not going to help you,

and it certainly won't
bring Edward back,

and that's the truth of it.

You're right.

I should have fixed things.

I should have done better.

I should have done better
than my father did by me.

I thought we had more time.

There's no way you could have
known what was going to happen.

Really?

We weren't as different
as he liked to think.

God only knows I...

I made plenty of mistakes
when I was young.

But he wouldn't listen.

Wouldn't listen to
his grumpy old man,

just like I wouldn't
listen to mine.

Sooner or later, we...

We all just become our fathers.

Do I have to go?

Yes.

You do, Lucien.

I got you something.

Expect nothing
less at all times.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

It's time.

Lucien? Dinner's ready!

You did what?

I bought a car.

I wanted to get some more
information out of Brian Underwood,

and it saves me from borrowing
your old car all the time.

He's definitely up to something,
but I'm just not sure what.

He invited me to this
party tomorrow night

and I think I might go and
just see what else I can dig up.

Which part of "Do not go and
see Brian Underwood alone"

was not clear?

I told you I'd be fine.

So, this morphine that you
pocketed at Peggy Allen's,

do we know yet if it was
used to drug Edward?

Good to see some things
around here haven't changed.

Good question.

We did find one glass.

It had this, um, curious,
powdery residue in it.

Why do I sense a
"however" coming on?

Liquid morphine wouldn't
leave any residue.

Mind you, Peggy was taking
some other pain medications.

Maybe she used one of those.

You up to speed there, Danny?

Boss?

I spoke to your super.

You're being seconded here for a
few weeks while we're short-handed.

Right.

Oh, maybe I'll drop in to this
party tomorrow night, then.

See what Rose's
new friend's up to.

You read my mind.

That was Cec
from the Colonists'.

He's concerned about Dorothy.

Right.

We'd better get down there.

Excuse us.

Jean, that parcel she
sent... Do you have it handy?

Thank you.

Oh!

They're beautiful.

May I?

Yes.

It's a very nice gesture.

Isn't it?

I'll get the car keys.

Yes.

Ah, sir. Mrs. Beazley.

Uh, Mrs. Lucas
is just over there.

Thank you, Cec.

Uh, Mrs. Lucas, I have, uh...

I've phoned your nephew.

Cec!

Wonderful Cecil!

Here.

Your Christmas bonus.

Uh, it's March, ma'am.

Oh, please, Cec.

I want you to have it.

And another gin sour,
please and thank you.

Yes, ma'am.

You're not hungry.

I'm here for the company.

Well, if it's company you're
after, Dorothy, I'll join you.

You said it yourself.
We're still family.

But we're not really family.

Your father saw to that.

You barely spoke after
he married my mother.

You shunned him.

We tried to tell him, you know.

That he was choosing that,
girl, over his entire family.

Thomas ignored us.

And what about
after Genevieve died?

Not one of you could look
beyond the betrayal of him

marrying the woman he loved.

Thomas never told you!

Of course we tried
to make amends!

For decades I tried.

He was my brother, Lucien.

My favorite.

He refused to so much be in
the same room as any of us.

He blamed us for the
death of your mother

almost as much as
he blamed himself.

He was all alone, Dorothy.

And now so am I.
I'll be gone soon.

Dorothy, nonsense.

No. It is true.

My Catherine's gone.

And these... What
is the good of any of it

if you've got no
one to leave it to?

My life will have
been meaningless.

And now when family
is reaching out to you,

do you really want
to push them away?

It's too late!

It's never too late.

Mrs. Beazley, would you
please take me home?

Dorothy's going through
hell at the moment.

Most of which is her
own doing, I'm afraid.

So it runs in the family, then?

Very funny.

Although, I am worried, Matthew.

I... you've known me forever.

You know what I'm like.

What if I...

Bad husband?

Causes endless problems just
so he has something to solve?

What if I don't deserve her?

You don't.

But none of that matters.

She chose you.

God knows why, but she did.

And all you have to be is the best
version of Lucien Blake you can

every day for her. Hm?

Yes.

But trust me, you step out of line, if
you do anything to hurt that woman,

I'll kick your ass so hard, you'll
wish you'd never saved my leg.

You'd do that for me?

Oh, I'd do anything for you.

Maybe you can
accept that just once,

everything is
going to be all right.

His personal effects.

Ah.

Lucien, I found
these in his coat.

Yes.

For his blood pressure.

I gave them to
him only yesterday.

Are you all right?

Yes.

We've got work to do.

I think I saw him when
I was driving home.

And you remember
what time this was?

Just after 10:00.

I should have followed him.

Maybe I could have
done something.

Oh, no.

You couldn't have
done anything, Rose.

The car?

Didn't belong to Tyneman.

We're chasing the rego.

I understand that this is
difficult for you, Lucien.

The cause of death?

Alice is still
examining the body.

He had some heart disease.

Some old blood clots
in the cardiac atria.

- Blood clots?
- Yes.

Probably related
to atrial fibrillation.

Um, palpitations.

So, similar to the
way his father died?

Yes.

So he didn't die from
crashing into the lake?

There were superficial
injuries from the impact of him

hitting the steering wheel,

but not water in the lungs,
which means he was...

He was gone before he, um...
Before he entered the lake.

Uh, we'll need a report.

Yes.

Um, about that, Matthew.

It is possible to provoke,
uh, cardiac arrhythmia.

- Blake...
- No, no, no. Hear me out.

Edward, Milton, now this?

You think it's coincidence?

Well, I'm sure
that Dr. Harvey...

Dr. Harvey will find traces
of some kind of stimulant.

I'm almost certain of it.

So you're suggesting that someone
wanted Patrick Tyneman dead too?

Yes, I am.

Who?

I'm so sorry. I really
should be going.

He was always very decent
to me, you know, Mr. Tyneman.

Harsh but fair.

Yes.

He was a complicated man.

And I wish we hadn't

butted heads quite
as often as we did.

Our poor old bugger.

So this is the new car, eh?

It's, um... oh, it's a ripper!

It's a lemon.

It's already cut out
on me twice in traffic.

Ah.

I don't suppose you
know a good mechanic?

Not really, I'm afraid.

Good with medicine.

Not so good with motors.

What's that?

Benzedrine.

Um, bennies.

Are you sure?

I'm fairly sure, yes.

You're needed at
station, Mr. Underwood.

Brian, please, Sarge.

Aren't we on a first
name basis yet?

Now.

Yeah, yeah, righto.

You mind if I just
get out of these?

You've got 30 seconds.

That's Patrick Tyneman's car.

You sure?

Yeah. I'd know
that car anywhere.

What's it doing here?

Hey!

Mr. Underwood!

Hey! Get out of the car!

OK. You take that car.

We'll cut him off!

You go left, I'll go right!

Come on!

Ah!

Get him! Get him!

Right!

Get out of the car!

Out, you!

My officers found these hidden
in the boot of your car, Brian.

I've never seen them before.

Really?

Yeah.

I don't muck around
with that stuff.

Those things will kill you.

The fight you provoked with
Milton at the police station

the day Edward was found.

About it?

Dilated pupils, aggressive
behavior, unsteady on your feet.

You were coming down
from bennies, not the bottle.

And Milton knew, didn't he?

You've got to be joking.

We found the note that he
sent you, son, in your office.

So what?

I was meant to meet the dodgy old
bugger at the pub a few nights back,

but when I got there...

You saw him talking to me.

And you figured he was
telling me the whole story.

That's why you followed me.

You assumed I was on my way to
the police station to spill the beans.

You wanted Edward to
invest in the drug trade,

and he turned you down flat.

Milton saw you
dealing at the wedding

and started blackmailing you.

So clearly, he had to go.

And then there's Patrick.

No, I heard his heart gave out.

Yes.

Yes, it did.

But curiously, he had one of
your envelopes in his pocket.

And the car that he drove
straight into Lake Wendouree

belongs to your lot.

So why don't you tell
us what you know, Brian?

You drugged him somehow when
he dropped his car off to be repaired.

There's no way his heart could
have taken that sort of stress.

- Blake.
- And for what, Brian?

Hm? Why?

So you could keep peddling
pills to bored halfwits like yourself.

Blake!

He confronted you, didn't he?

After all, he was
the last person

who could blow the
whistle, wasn't he?

And that... that is
why you murdered him.

Patrick Tyneman's
dead because the bloke

never met a double helping
of pudding he didn't like.

Get outside!

That bloody hurt!

Get outside! Now!

You need to calm down!

Oh, arrogant bastard!

You're not thinking clearly!

And what's that
supposed to mean?

One victim has his throat cut.

Another one gets a brick
in the back of the head.

A third dies of a chemically
induced heart attack.

All done by the same bloke?

Does any of that
make sense to you?

No.

But I think it's about to.

Toxicology?

Thank you, Alice.

Nothing?

No traces of anything that might
have artificially induced heart failure.

No drugs.

No stimulants.

Can we run the tests
again, please, Alice?

I have.

Three times.

So what was the
cause of Patrick's death?

An embolic stroke
due to atrial fibrillation.

A blood clot
formed in his heart,

which broke off and
traveled to the brain.

Sometimes people just die.

I'm sorry, Lucien.

Yes. Thank you, Alice.

I can't believe it.

I just...

Well, I've known
Patrick my whole life.

Yes.

And here's a story for you.

Believe it or not,

the first time we ever
spoke, we wound up arguing.

It was after dad's funeral.

Patrick had already
taken care of a

membership at the
Colonists' for me.

And I said I didn't want it.

That I didn't plan on staying
in Ballarat long enough

to use the bloody thing.

Well, you were still grieving.

He would have known that.

But I'll be the first to admit,

you're far easier to live with
now than you were back then.

Yes, I suppose I am.

Jean, my darling, I...

I hate to say it, but,

I think we may have to
postpone the wedding.

No, we can't.

Jean...

I promised Patrick.

He said we can't
wait. Not for anything.

It was the last
thing he said to me.

But so much has
happened since then.

Yes, it has.

And I'm more than a little
inclined to agree with you,

but knowing Patrick,

I think he'd be more upset if we
didn't respect his wishes. Don't you?

Susan.

Look at those eyes, huh?

Everyone always said how
much he looked like his father.

But those eyes came
from my side of the family.

I'm so sorry about
Patrick, Susan.

If there's anything
Lucien and I can...

He sent you to
Melbourne, didn't he?

What for?

He asked Lucien to
look into the Dunnes.

To ask some questions.

To talk to people
who... who knew them.

Perhaps if he'd taken more
of an interest in Edward

when he was alive, none of
this would have happened.

He loved his son.

He loved you, Susan. Very much.

Patrick loved a lot of
women over the years.

Edward's wedding photos.

They're not very good, are they?

Our photographer
cancelled on the day.

Patrick had to call in some
boy from the newspaper.

He was always very
good at that sort of thing.

Taking care of things.

Your chap at The Courier,
did he happen to mention

why the wedding
photographer cancelled?

No.

So I tracked him down,

and it turns out
that he didn't cancel.

He received a phone call that
morning from the father of the bride

telling him that his services
would no longer be required.

Why on earth would Milton
cancel the photographer?

I'm guessing the answer
is somewhere in here.

I knew it!

Look at that!

It's exactly the same pose.

I think it's much
more than that.

I don't know.

It... this might be
Catherine Lucas.

Might not be, though.

It's hard to tell from these.

Sorry.

Thank you for your time.

One more thing, if I may.

Catherine Lucas, when she
did visit, would she come alone?

If memory serves me, she used
to come in with some old bloke.

I just assumed it was her dad.

Right. Thank you.

For Dr. Wallace.

Thank you, Danny.

Right.

She was murdered.

Mm.

Stabbed in the
abdomen and left to die.

And I think we might
know who did it.

Uh, Doc, best let me
take the lead on this.

Danny!

You did this!

I know you want me dead too!
- No! No!

Hey!

Harriet!

It's all right.

She killed my boy!

That's it. Breathe for me.

My baby!

The baby!

We know about the sting you
were running in Melbourne, Harriet.

Several witnesses
have confirmed that

you were posing
as Catherine Lucas.

And why would I do that?

Well, "Regarding the
money we loaned you,"

"We've not heard
from you in some time,"

"Wondering when
you'll repay us."

"I gave you and your
father money in good faith."

All of these letters were
amongst Catherine's recent mail.

So?

Well, interestingly,
Catherine's father

died in Crete
almost 20 years ago.

Was that all that Edward
Tyneman was to you?

Just another soft target?

I loved my husband.

And he loved me.

Did he know about the baby?

Of course he did!

Edward promised me
that we would never have

to worry about anything again.

Well, I don't know
what Edward told you,

but his father cut him off
from the family businesses.

All of them.

Patrick was sick, Doctor,
and Edward knew that.

He was going to force
a vote by the company

to have his father replaced.

There's no way he would
have gotten away with that.

Would he?

Not without help.

Hang on a moment.

The lawyer. Wellman.

That's what they were up to.

And the only ones who knew were
Edward, Wellman, and yourself, of course.

And your father... He let
it slip to me accidentally

that Edward promised him a job.

He... my father...

Was the only one who
knew what you were up to.

Your little grift in the city.

The plan to overthrow Patrick.

And once Edward was gone,

one little slip up like the
one with the good doctor

and he could have
ruined everything.

My father is dead!

I didn't murder anyone!

I don't believe you, Miss Dunne.

It is Mrs. Tyneman.

Oi! Come on!

So you fingerprinted Harriet?

Yes.

And took blood.

I'm fairly certain this
report will confirm

that she's telling the truth about
being pregnant, if nothing else.

There's something I don't get.

Harriet marries Edward.

He's going to take
over the family business,

so she and her father
will be set for life,

and then Milton
goes and risks it all

by blackmailing a car
salesman for 100 pounds?

Mm.

Harriet didn't need him anymore.

I'd say he was just trying
to make some quick cash

so he could clean
up and disappear.

Oh!

Speaking of, why are you two
to tidying up the studio now?

The studio. Yes.

It's, um...

My bedroom's upstairs,

Lucien's is at the front of the house,
and, um, they're both rather small.

Very small, aren't they?

And... which means that I...

- We.
- We.

So uncle Matthew thinks that
Harriet killed her own father

just to stop him from talking.

Unless he wasn't.

Her father, I mean.

Well, they've both lied
about everything else.

How can we be sure
that they're even related?

Yes.

Ah.

Sergeant.

Very good timing.

I think Lucien here might need
a hand moving some furniture.

Thank you, Rose.

Danny.

Has Harriet confessed?

Uh, no, but, uh, the girl
you found In Melbourne.

Not Catherine Lucas, is it?

The victim's name
is Elsie Denton.

21 years old. Dental
records match.

She had a, uh, lower abdominal
scar from a childhood appendectomy.

Yes.

I should let Dorothy know.

I'll take care of that.

Thank you, Jean.

So where's the real Catherine?

And who in God's
name is Elsie Denton?

She's my sister.

Your sister had a very
rare blood type, Harriet.

AB positive. Same as yours.

It matches the blood we
found on Milton's knife.

You stabbed
your sister with this

then left her to
die in that cellar.

- Danny!
- No!

No!

No!

No! Get me out of here!

Get me out!

It's all right! It's all right!

It's all right.

Come. Come.

Sit. Sit with me. Sit with me.

Sit with me. That's it.

That's it.

I'm right here.

I'm right here, Harriet.

Harriet, look at me.

Look at me.

Milton wasn't your
father, was he?

No.

No.

We were a team.

Me, Milton, and Else.

We had been for a while.

One of the deals
that we had was, um,

at an asylum in Sydney.

I asked you about medical
experience, didn't I?

You posed as a nurse, yes?

I'd gather all the sensitive
information for the older patients,

and Milton and
Else would show up

pretending to be
long lost relatives.

They'd sign away
pretty much anything.

Last year,

I saw a patient
that I recognized

from a scam that we'd
done on the Sydney set.

Catherine Lucas?

Yeah.

And, Harriet, that's when you
came up with a new plan, yes?

You moved to Melbourne
and posed as Catherine.

And then you ran into Edward, who
knew the real Catherine from Ballarat.

What are the odds, right?

My Edward.

Harriet?

And Elsie?

Milton said she bolted
with all our savings.

Bastard.

They were always at each other.

I should have known.

All right. Harriet,
listen to me.

What happened to Catherine?

Well, she got transferred.

Doesn't matter though.

Last time I saw her, she
didn't even know who she was.

She's gone.

You're here on behalf
of Mrs. Tyneman.

Mrs. Harriet Tyneman, yes.

Mrs. Susan Tyneman has
asked me to expedite her release.

The girl faces charges of theft,

obtaining goods under false
pretenses, extortion, conspiracy, and...

Then charge her.

We are more than happy
to proceed to the courts.

This isn't about Harriet,
though, really, is it?

This is about
Edward's unborn child...

If, in fact, we can even
be sure of the paternity.

Various procedures
have been scheduled.

Uh, blood tests and so on.

Uh, we've engaged
a forensic scientist.

I see.

Spoken like someone who's had
experience with this sort of thing.

Well, this is not the first
time we've done this, Doctor.

So, uh, unless
there's anything else,

the girl needs her rest
before the funerals tomorrow.

Funerals?

My client has requested that
both her husband and her son

be buried together.

And as Patrick died of natural
causes, there's no legal reason

for his body to remain
at Ballarat Hospital.

Perhaps Susan was right.

Maybe Patrick
driving his son away

is what caused
all this to happen.

Well, I think poor old Patrick was
probably at the end of his tether,

given everything the boy
had done over the years.

I don't know.

It's such a mess.

Certainly is.

Ah.

I found these earlier.

From my father.

Did you know?

I knew that he wrote
to you quite often

and that every letter
was returned to sender.

You know, I've been
thinking about him a lot lately.

By the time I got
back, towards the end,

he couldn't talk.

He couldn't...

Well, he couldn't
communicate at all, in fact.

I remember.

The last time we really spoke
was a few years before the war.

I came home

to tell him that I'd
just gotten engaged.

He told me to break it off.

Oh, Lucien.

Yes. He said, um...

He said I stood to lose everything
and everyone I ever loved.

And that I probably chose this
"foreign girl" just to spite him.

We both said things.

Dreadful things that we
could never take back.

In fact, he said to me...

He said, Lucien, if you leave,

don't ever bother
coming back home.

Which is why I spent 20
years returning his letters

unopened and unread.

"All I've ever hoped for is
that you would do your best

and that you would
find someone to love you

regardless of what
happened next.

I miss you, son.

I miss you.

Thomas Blake."

He only sent you
away to protect you.

Knowing that here and here,

it's two very different things.

And I hated him
for the longest time.

And then I remember...

I remember feeling
strangely afraid.

Of what?

Afraid that if I ever
came back to this town,

I'd end up just like him.

And now?

Is that such a bad thing?

No, I don't think it is.

Not anymore.

For as the father
has life in himself,

so he has granted the son
also to have life in himself.

And he has given
him the opportunity

to execute judgement
because he is the son of man.

Do not marvel at this,
for an hour will come

when all will exit the tomb
upon hearing his voice.

Yes. Thank you.

Oops! You all right?

She's only just worked
it out, hasn't she?

Susan's going to be
raising the kid herself.

Make the same
mistakes all over again.

Harriet's trapped.

It's about time the
past caught up to her.

God knows I made plenty of
mistakes when I was a young man.

Something Patrick said
to me the night he died.

And yesterday,

Wellman said it wasn't the first time
he arranged for tests to be carried out.

I assumed he was
talking about Edward.

You think Patrick might have been
the one who was seeing someone?

But if this is about revenge,
then why kill Edward?

Why not just go after Patrick?

Because it would hurt him?

Send some kind of message?

Or maybe...

Maybe because he
pushed you away.

How long have you known, Roslyn,

that Patrick was your father?

I've always known.

My mother was an
actress in Melbourne.

She caught his eye one night.

This rich stranger who showed
up backstage with flowers.

He sent money every
month through his lawyer,

but I was never a real Tyneman.

He had his son.

That was all he cared about.

No, I rather suspect he
cared more than you realize.

That’s why he named
you after his mother.

And why he sent
you her bracelet.

He sent this to my mum for me.

A parting gift.

He told his lawyer to tell us

that if we ever tried speaking
to Mr. Tyneman again,

he'd do everything
in his power to ruin us.

I'm guessing that was Mr. Wellman's
decision, not your father's.

Now, you spotted Edward's
wedding announcement

in the newspaper, didn't you?

The prodigal son.

Handed everything he could
ever want on a silver platter,

only to throw it back
in people's faces.

And that's why you
decided to kill him.

I almost didn't, you know.

I was having second thoughts.

And then I heard him
scheming with that lawyer

about how they were
going to betray my father.

He was exactly what I
always thought he was.

Tell me this.

How did you get him outside?

I told him what
he wanted to hear.

That I knew something
that could ruin his father

and make him very, very rich.

By the time he showed up,
I'd spiked so many of his drinks

with Nembutal that
he could barely stand.

And the rest...

Well, it wasn't as hard
as I thought it would be.

And Milton?

He knew my mother from
a panto they were both in.

He must have known it was more
than a coincidence me being there,

so he tried to blackmail
me after Edward's death.

Old men.

They always
underestimate young women.

Milton sent you the note
we found with the body.

The one about meeting at 7:30.

And Roslyn sent
the note to Patrick

telling him to be at
the Colonists' at 8:00.

You lured him there so
you could be his airtight alibi.

The savior in his hour of need.

All you ever wanted
was your father's love.

And you just wanted to
hear him say he was sorry.

He should have
been a part of my life.

But he is.

He is, Roslyn, and
he always will be.

The reason you've
been feeling faint,

the fluttering in your chest...

A symptom of a
particular condition.

A condition your father
had that Edward had too.

And that... that's your
inheritance, Roslyn.

Now, come. It's over.

Bloody hell!

Hey! Don't!

Drop it! Drop it!

You all right?

Yes.

Blake!

Are you all right?

Jean won't be pleased.

Not much farther.

We're nearly there.

Do watch your step.

I'm not a complete invalid.

I know.

There.

That's... that's my Catherine.

How?

Well, Mrs. Beazley
and Rose Anderson.

They called every institution in
New South Wales and Queensland.

We found her about a week
ago just outside of Newcastle.

I had her transferred here.

I think it's going to
help her enormously

to know she has
a family close by.

As do you, Auntie Dorothy.

All right, now.

That's enough.

Lucien.

Thank you.

It's time.

I have waited for you
for such a long time.

You look beautiful.

Are we ready?

Yes.

Welcome, everyone.

We are gathered here today to
marry this man and this woman.

I am duly authorized by law to
solemnize this, your marriage,

for you, Jean Beazley,
and you, Lucien Blake,

are joined together in marriage.

And the rings, please.

Very funny.

I, Lucien Redcliffe Blake.

Take thee, Jean Mary Beazley.

Take thee, Jean Mary Beazley.

As my lawful wedded wife.

As my lawful wedded wife.

To have and to hold
from this day forward.

For better or for worse,
for richer or poorer.

To love and to cherish
till death do us part.

I do pronounce you
husband and wife.

Hi.

You made it. It's
lovely to see you.

- Yeah.
- Hi.

We have to catch up.

Yeah.

All right.

Enjoy your night.

Thank you.

Charlie!

You know, I think I understand
all of this a little better now.

The big wedding.

All of these people
celebrating together.

Well, how about we go
outside and get some air?

Oh, God, yes.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I claim your attention?

Would you please welcome to
the floor for their first dance together

Dr. and Mrs. Blake.

Mrs. Blake.

Shall we?

Home, sweet home.

I'll pop the kettle on.

That'd be lovely.

I'm sorry, Jean.

Oh, bloody hell!

I'm afraid you're
needed at the station.

Off you go.

You've got work to do.

Oh, and, uh, welcome
back, by the way.

I love you.