All language subtitles for Miss.Fishers.Murder.Mysteries.S01E10.Death.by.Miss.Adventure.NF.WEBRip.CC.en

(machines whirr)

(indistinct voices arguing)

(screams)

(knock)

Apologies, miss,

but Doctor MacMillan is here.

It's a bit early

for a house call.

She doesn't seem herself, miss.

MAC: Her name was Daisy Miller.

Did you know this girl?

I attended when they rang

the emergency bell.

Mr Butler!

Forget the big breakfast.

This calls

for a pot of strong coffee

and Mac will need a...

...stiff drink.

Go on, take your medicine.

Let me be the doctor

for a change.

So this young woman, Daisy,

she was working by her machine

when the accident...

This was no accident.

By the time

they let me see the body,

Gaskin and his foreman

were already skulking around.

There's more to this, Phryne.

I'm sure of it.

If anyone happens to ask,

you're my nurse.

Glad I dressed for the occasion.

- Doctor Mac.

- Gladys.

- Morning.

- Morning.

How often did you say

you visit this factory?

I've been treating

Roderick Gaskin, the owner.

I was here this morning

to give him his injection.

And what's this Gaskin done

to deserve such close attention?

Well, apart from serving on the

hospital board, precious little.

What's his ailment?

Bad heart,

in every sense of the word.

Hugh! You're looking rather

green around the gills.

Miss Fisher,

you ladies should stand back.

There's been

a gruesome accident.

That's why I'm here.

I'm sorry, and you are?

Phryne Fisher, Mr Gaskin.

I believe you sit

on the women's hospital board

with my Aunt Prudence.

Of course.

I'm sure we don't need

the services of a detective,

Miss Fisher.

There's nothing to hide,

is there?

This doesn't concern you,

Doctor.

This area is out of bounds.

The coroner is on his way

to collect the remains

and then there's

some mopping up to do.

Surely you can't do that until

the police have investigated.

The constable here

is satisfied it was an accident.

He's signed papers

to that effect,

so if you'll excuse me...

Hugh, may I have a quick word?

Are you convinced

this is an accident?

It all seems straight enough,

miss.

The woman came in to work,

she turned on the machine,

her hair got caught in the cogs.

(retches)

Her hair got caught in the cogs

and she was pulled in.

- What time was this?

- Eight o'clock.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry but I'm going to have

to insist

that the two of you leave

the factory floor.

PHRYNE: Of course.

I wouldn't want to take it up

with the hospital board.

Any reason to think

it's not an accident?

The owner was very eager

to get us out of there.

That wouldn't have

anything to do with you

barging in like a freight train,

would it?

I was a charming freight train.

Mmm. Hugh seems to have written

a thorough report.

The poor boy had lost his

breakfast and was in the process

of losing yesterday's lunch

by the time he wrote that.

He was hardly in a fit state.

For instance, he notes

the time of death as 8am.

Which is when the workers start.

I was there at half nine.

The blood at the scene of the

accident was completely dry.

That takes longer than an hour

and a half.

I'd wager the victim was dead

a good few hours before 8am,

which makes me wonder why

Mr Gaskin took so long

to telephone the police.

Hmm.

Excuse the mess.

The accident has put us

at least a day behind schedule.

Can I get you something? Joyce?

I'm Roderick's sister,

Joyce Gaskin.

And my assistant.

Chase up a pot of tea

- for the inspector, can you?

- JACK: That won't be necessary.

I just have some more questions

about Daisy Murphy's death.

I've already been through all

the details with your constable.

Can you tell me

who found the body?

That was Ted Colgan,

our foreman.

JACK: The report says the girl

went into the machine at 8am.

Is there any possibility

it was earlier?

No, the machines

don't start up till eight,

so

no, no, there's no possibility.

You saw the body.

The woman's hair

obviously got caught up

in the workings of the machine.

Surely I'm not obliged to answer

two lots of questions.

Miss Fisher, would you mind?

Our machines

are fitted with guards

to keep the workers safe.

I'll deal with this, Joyce.

Then how did she get

caught in the machine?

Are you going to allow her

to harangue me?

JOYCE:

Roderick, please. Your heart.

You should have let the doctor

give you your injection.

JACK: Miss Fisher,

would you mind waiting outside?

I just have a few more

questions for the Gaskins.

I'll show myself out.

What do you think

you're doing here?

Imagining what the last moments

of her life must have been like.

Poor woman.

Mr Gaskin is a dear friend

of my aunt.

We haven't met.

Ted Colgan. I'm the foreman.

You're the one who found her.

Must have been a terrible shock.

What time was that?

Boss said

there was a lady detective

I should keep an eye out for.

He also said that if I found you

snooping around

holding up production, he wanted

to be the first to know.

Mr Gaskin wants me

to charge you.

How can you call it trespass

when I arrived with the police?

I don't recall asking you

to return to the machine.

Gaskin is definitely

covering something up.

I'm afraid the coroner

disagrees with you.

"Death by broken neck."

"Severed arteries, massive blood

loss, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"Can only conclude

the deceased lost her footing

and that death was accidental."

I'm not convinced it was

an accident. How about you?

I'd say

there are grounds for doubt.

So your car or mine?

Neither. You had your chance.

Mr Gaskin

made it abundantly clear

he doesn't want you

anywhere near his factory.

Which means you'll have to leave

the investigating to the police.

If you'll just look,

I'll explain.

It's not like you

to be squeamish.

See, there's blood all over the

machine, all over the floor,

all over these cartons.

But there's none

on the safety guard.

Which means

it was replaced afterwards.

Some of the women said

they were asked to work

without the safety guard,

that it slowed them down.

Which makes the factory guilty

of negligence but not of murder.

Last week at the factory,

Daisy approached me.

She'd found out Gaskin

was up to something illegal.

She didn't venture to say what?

She was going to find evidence.

And you didn't think

to mention this earlier?

She told me in confidence

and it's hardly

a concrete accusation, is it?

No.

But it does make me

want to find out more

about what Gaskin was up to.

It's tricky, given you can't get

anywhere near the factory,

whereas he'll have

to let me back in

if he wants the injection

he missed this morning.

Forgive me but I think he likes

you even less than he likes me.

But perhaps there's someone else

we could send in.

- Martha Driscoll?

- Yes, Miss Gaskin.

And you've no

previous experience?

I was a lady's maid, once.

I'm afraid there

are no ladies here, Martha.

Oh.

Never worked

in a factory before,

never operated machinery?

Er, no.

I'm afraid

there's nothing for you.

But I am very keen to learn.

You see, I need the money.

My mother has the influenza

and...

My aunt died of influenza.

Ugh!

There is one thing I can do,

though,

better than almost anyone else,

I've been told.

Yes?

I make a very enjoyable

cup of tea.

If I needed help,

I would have asked for it.

- Miss Gaskin sent you?

- Yes.

Suppose I'm stuck with you then.

- Thank you, miss...

- Hetty.

I'm Martha.

Well, Martha, you'd better mind

your Ps and Qs

or they'll move you on to

one of those big machines

first chance they get.

Chop chop. Get a move on.

Let's see what kind of brew

you can turn out.

DOT: Is he a nice man?

Mr Gaskin?

HETTY:

Nice isn't the word I'd use.

Married? Single?

Look, I know tea ladies

have got a reputation

for gossip.

That is not me, alright?

This is a tough job. We have

to serve the entire factory

and if we get

behind with our work,

the bosses will be on my back,

which I don't need.

- Got that?

- Got that.

We do the Gaskins first.

I'll do him. He's particular.

You do her.

Do I have to say anything

special?

She's not the bloody queen.

So I practiced my curtsey

for nothing, then?

(knock)

Next time, can you wait

before I call you in?

Sorry.

Your tea, miss.

Thank you.

JOYCE:

Just leave his on his desk.

Who knows

where he's wandered off to?

My supervising the ladies

isn't wandering, Joyce.

What's happened to this tea?

It's drinkable for a change.

DOT: Miss Gaskin was writing

in it when I came in.

And she tried to hide this book

when she saw you?

Yes, right away.

Was her brother in the room?

Not then, no.

I'm not sure I ever want to see

another cup of tea in my life.

- (bell)

- Excuse me.

What sort of a book was it?

A diary?

It was small enough

but I'm not really certain.

Could you find a way

to get a hold of it?

I'd have to find a time

when Miss Gaskin

was out of the office.

I have complete faith in you,

Dot.

Mrs Stanley is here.

Trespass is a serious charge,

Phryne.

Did the doctor

put you up to this?

I can assure you

I wasn't trespassing.

Do you have any notion

just how much money

Roderick Gaskin

has donated to the hospital?

He didn't strike me as a

particularly charitable type.

My dear, when a member

of the manufacturing classes

attempts to buy respectability,

who am I to say him nay?

Ah, well,

when you put it like that...

You must warn the doctor

that this is not the first time

a complaint has been made.

Oh?

You know I'm not one

to speak out of turn.

But if I insist?

The board has been made aware

of the doctor's

more unconventional activities.

What she does behind

closed doors

is a matter entirely

between herself and her maker.

But Mr Gaskin has heard rumors

that she has been giving

un-Christian advice

to some of the girls

at the factory,

and he will be reporting this

to the board

if you continue

your absurd crusade.

Not a threat

to be taken lightly.

- It's upside down.

- Sorry?

Other way, love.

- Oh, ta.

- Lorna, quick word.

Martha! Urn's boiling.

Get a move on.

Morning, Cec, Bert.

Did Dot get off to work alright?

Yeah, dropped her round

the corner.

Not a lot of workers

take a taxi cab to work.

She won't be in any sort

of danger, will she, miss?

She's on a fact-finding mission.

Pure reconnaissance.

I'm sure Dot is smart enough

not to take unnecessary risks.

Postie came earlier

this morning.

Mm-hm!

Everything alright, miss?

Yes, of course.

Why's our Miss Fisher getting

letters from the city jail?

DOT: Which machine was it?

Where the woman died?

You're writing a book, are you?

Just curious.

Next building.

Poor girl.

This place gives me

the heeby-jeebies.

I heard the foreman found her

but what about the women

on the other machines?

Couldn't they help her?

There's the foreman.

Why don't you ask him?

That's stewing. Start another

pot. I'm going out for a puff.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Would you like a cuppa?

Why not, Martha?

You look like a black

with lemon kind of lady to me.

How did you know?

Thank you.

GASKIN: Joyce!

Joyce, we need a word.

- Where the hell is she now?

- MAN: She went downstairs, sir.

Check the powder room. I'll see

if she's in the loading bay.

- MAN: Right away, sir.

- Typical bloody woman.

Excuse me, miss?

Where might I find Lorna Fulton?

She's just over there

with the red hair.

Thank you.

I don't have a clue

what you're talking about.

One of the girls said if I

wanted a bit of extra pin...

What other girl? Who said?

I can't remember her name.

- I'd stick to making tea.

- (glass smashes)

(screaming)

Lorna!

MAN: "Miss Fisher, I realize

you have taken steps to ensure

I remain at His Majesty's

pleasure indefinitely."

"We did not end our last

meeting on the best of terms,

but I write in the hope that you

will agree to meet with me."

"You want the truth, above all

else, and I want my freedom."

"So I have a proposition that

may be of mutual advantage."

"Yours, Murdoch Foyle."

(knock)

Yes?

There's a call from Dorothy

at the factory, miss.

It sounds urgent.

JACK: I'll need to interview

any workers

who saw your brother fall,

Miss Gaskin.

JOYCE:

Of course. Whatever you need.

JACK: You again, Miss Fisher.

What are you doing here?

I was just passing.

I see the threat of a trespass

charge hasn't discouraged you.

If I were easily discouraged,

you would have frightened me off

- on our first crime scene.

- Our first crime scene?

Correct me if I'm wrong

but you agreed to leave

this one to the police.

You're never wrong, Inspector.

Just a little behind the times.

Roderick Gaskin won't be

pursuing this complaint.

Ah! If you're good,

I'll keep you informed.

Give my regards to the tea lady.

Well, I didn't see him fall.

I was in here having a smoko.

I'm sorry. Miss Gaskin

said the tea lady saw...

That's the other tea lady,

Martha.

Do you mind telling me

Martha's surname?

It's Driscoll.

HETTY: Martha,

the police want to have a word.

I'll take the cups.

So... Martha, is it?

You saw Mr Gaskin fall?

Yes, sir, I was in the yard.

Constable! Take down

Miss Driscoll's statement.

Where did you see him fall from?

It was his office window.

Near his desk.

I didn't see the glass break

but I looked up

just after he...landed.

And did you see anything?

I saw Miss Gaskin in the window.

She was with Mr Colgan,

the foreman.

Thank you, Miss Driscoll.

I imagine it

must have been a great shock.

(whispers)

Dot! What are you doing here?

It could be dangerous.

It's Martha and I'm fine,

thank you very much.

JACK: Constable!

We were talking in the corridor.

We heard the glass break.

Did you see anyone

go into the office?

Miss Gaskin and I had been

up the other end of the factory

and we'd just got back.

So you didn't notice anyone else

in the office

- with Mr Gaskin when he fell?

- No.

So someone else could have

been in the office with him

and left by the other door?

Yes. If they were quick.

Do you know of anyone who might

want to do Roger Gaskin harm?

No.

How did you get on with him?

As well as anybody.

I didn't have much to do with

him. I deal with Miss Gaskin.

She's the one who's been running

this place for years.

JOYCE: No, I was in the corridor

when he fell.

Were you by yourself?

No, I was with Ted Colgan,

our foreman.

So your brother

was alone in the office?

I think so.

You were seen at the window

with a man.

That's right. We rushed in

after we heard the glass break.

I'm sorry, this is such a shock.

And how did your brother seem

last time you saw him?

How was his mood?

He's been under a lot of strain

of late.

Any reason to believe he could

have taken his own life?

Roger could never do that.

Did he seem agitated today?

That's fair to say of any day.

But he always seems

particularly grizzly

- when he has to see the doctor.

- Doctor?

Doctor MacMillan came back

to give my brother

the injection he missed.

She must have seen him

just before the accident.

- Miss Fisher.

- I'm just waiting for a friend.

Bring the car around, will you,

Constable?

Sir.

Before you deliver your lecture,

I'm quite prepared to get Dot

out of there this minute.

- How is she?

- Cool as a cucumber.

She appears to have done an

excellent job of infiltration.

She was trained by the best.

But if she gets wind

of any information

the police should know about...

There are more pressing matters.

Have you spoken

to Doctor MacMillan today?

No. I expect

she's busy at the hospital. Why?

It seems she was the last

person to see Gaskin alive.

Well, I could say

that I'm sorry

but I doubt that anyone

would believe me.

His heart condition

wasn't critical

if that's what

you're here to find out.

Why did you go back

to the factory?

Well, there is the little

matter of the Hippocratic Oath.

He was under my care.

What time did you treat him?

The appointment

was for half past eight.

Allow a good five minutes

for the usual bickering

and I had to wait for Joyce

to unlock the drawer

where she keeps the digitalis.

She's the only one with a key.

And after the treatment?

I would have left the factory

at ten to nine.

Drove straight back

to the hospital.

Gaskin went out

the window at nine.

Mmm. The trip takes about 15

minutes

and I was about five minutes

late

for my nine o'clock patient.

Which puts you in the clear.

I'm almost sorry to disappoint

your inspector.

I wouldn't take it personally.

Suspicion is his stock in trade.

Murdoch Foyle wrote to me.

Why?

Has he confessed?

No. But he has a proposition.

He wants me to visit him

at the jail.

Tell me you're not going.

Perhaps he wants to tell

the truth

about what happened to Janey.

Or perhaps he's just

toying with you.

The man is evil.

You've made sure he's locked up.

Now just forget he ever existed.

Stay away from him, Phryne.

I'd like to see every boss

spend a day in a factory.

See how the workers suffer.

I'd like to see you last a day.

Oh, miss,

I didn't hear you come in.

Can I get you some supper?

Something a little more

fortifying.

Dot,

I'm so glad to see you safe.

I didn't expect more bloodshed.

This new death must

be connected to the first,

don't you think?

I thought you would have had

enough.

Oh, no, miss. I have to go back.

I haven't solved the case yet.

But I did find

something interesting.

I tore these from the book

that Miss Gaskin tried to hide.

Definitely sounds dodgy.

DOT: Some of the girls work

extra hours.

No one will talk about it

but it's what Miss Gaskin's book

is about.

It said Daisy worked

from six until 10pm that night.

So Miss Gaskin has them

doing secret shifts at night.

That would explain the blood.

It was dry on the machine.

Daisy wasn't discovered

until the next morning

but I'd say she died

the night before.

I took the early pages

so she wouldn't notice

but it goes right up

until a few days ago.

BERT: It's worker exploitation.

Poor girls can't earn

enough from a decent day's wage

so they have to work

half the night.

Miss Gaskin isn't doing

this on her own.

I saw the foreman handing out

extra pay packets to a woman.

If her brother found out

about this little scheme,

that could have been

their motive to get rid of him.

Well, whatever's going on,

it's suspicious.

Excellent work, Dot.

Keep your eyes and ears open.

Meanwhile, I think we

should plan a late-night trip

to the Gaskin factory.

Say ten o'clock?

Miss,

your aunt is here to see you.

This is the limit, Phryne!

I've reached the absolute

bitter end of my patience.

Good evening, Aunt Prudence.

With all due respect

for whatever feelings of loyalty

you might still harbor

for that woman,

I wish to inform you

that I can no longer protect

your Doctor MacMillan.

You've heard

about the death of Mr Gaskin.

The hospital board was convened

for an emergency meeting!

Joyce Gaskin was beside herself.

She has insisted

that Doctor MacMillan

be removed from her position.

On what grounds?

On the grounds

that she is suspected

of murdering Roderick Gaskin.

No, that's not true!

Will you please explain to me

why the police

arrived at the hospital

this evening and took her away?

Took her away?

It was that dour inspector

you're so fond of.

He marched her through

the front door

for anyone who wanted to watch.

PHRYNE: Jack, you can't be

serious about this!

Gaskin was dead

before he hit the ground.

Heart attack

induced by bleach poisoning.

I don't understand.

There was no bleach

in his stomach.

The only way it could have been

administered is intravenously.

- They think I killed him.

- The coroner suggests

the amount of bleach,

mixed with the digitalis,

would have taken 10 to 15

minutes to take effect.

Long enough for the doctor

to return to the hospital.

We have to hold the doctor until

we have contradictory evidence.

What you don't have is motive.

Gaskin threatened

to make her life difficult

with the hospital board.

That's hardly enough

for her to kill him.

It's true that Gaskin

disapproved of Mac's attitude

but so does half the world.

The wrong half, if you ask me.

And Mac's used to sailing

close to the wind.

She's the one who asked me

to investigate Daisy's death.

Why do that

if she planned to kill Gaskin?

Assuming it's something

she planned.

I doubt that she injected bleach

into his veins

in a fit of passion.

If you have an explanation,

I'd love to hear it.

Simple. Someone else

tampered with the vial.

Who would tamper with it?

To what purpose?

To frame Mac. And it's obviously

had the desired effect.

As to who, Joyce Gaskin for one.

She's the only one

with a key to the drawer

that contained the vial.

What motive would she have

to frame the doctor?

To deflect blame from herself.

Dot suspects Joyce

keeps a secret ledger.

Based on what exactly?

On an address book

she keeps in her handbag,

which mysteriously made its way

into Dot's possession.

She's working the women

late into the night.

That's when Daisy was killed,

while working

these extra shifts.

Very interesting but not proof

she's involved in the deaths.

But enough

to raise reasonable doubt.

I'll prove Joyce

is up to something.

CEC: Here comes someone.

PHRYNE: Maybe they're winding

things up now Gaskin's dead.

CEC: Expecting supplies?

Bit late for a delivery,

isn't it?

PHRYNE: That's Ted Colgan.

The foreman.

(clanking metal)

- Oi.

- Got a smoke, mate?

I'm desperate for a smoke.

Come on, mate.

Here. Have a couple.

Alright?

Oi!

You got a light?

Oi!

(laughs)

You look after yourself, mate.

"Miss Fisher, I realize you have

taken steps to ensure my..."

BUTLER: My apologies, miss.

I wasn't sure whether you

intended to keep the letter.

Thank you.

Did you read it?

It's not my place

to read personal correspondence.

Do you think it's possible

to make a deal with the devil?

I'm not a religious man.

Not since the day

Mrs Butler passed.

I understand.

I know what it's like to have

someone taken before their time.

It's enough to drive you

to distraction.

That's when I hear Mrs Butler's

voice telling me, "Persevere."

Goodnight, miss.

Goodnight, Mr Butler.

Did they offer you tea?

Quite right.

It's undrinkable slop.

No one should be

forced to endure it.

Tell me,

what kind of evening is it?

One that you'll never see.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

I think you might be prepared to

help me see the sunshine again.

I doubt it.

My time is precious,

Miss Fisher.

We both have something

the other desires.

What if I told you

what happened to your sister?

Oh.

I do have something you want

after all.

What would that cost?

My freedom.

You rescind your objection

to my parole

and I will tell you everything.

You'd come straight back here.

Not if I'm innocent.

There's only one way

out of here for you.

Confess what you did

to my sister and hang for it.

Otherwise, stay here

and rot in hell.

My day of resurrection

will come, Phryne Fisher,

whether you help me or not.

I thought we made it clear

you're not welcome here.

I have some questions

for Miss Gaskin.

As you can see, we are rather

busy at the moment.

Yes, you must be completely

exhausted

after lifting

all those cartons last night.

That's a very serious

accusation, Inspector.

And we received a report

the truck was seen at the docks,

where the plumbing fittings

were offloaded for export.

You have my assurance Mr Colgan

will be severely reprimanded.

Not sacked? I doubt your brother

would have been so generous.

Now that I'm in charge,

I intend to do things

differently from my brother.

Do you intend to keep

your little sideline going?

I beg your pardon?

Mr Colgan organized the women

to work extra hours

and looked after the sale

of the extra goods

but you clearly knew about it.

Where did you get that?

I'm not in a position

to divulge my source.

Inspector!

Bleach from the missing vial.

When was this bin emptied?

Yesterday's rubbish.

Where did it go?

It would be out in the yard.

- HUGH: Which way?

- Round the back.

We'll be continuing

this discussion, Miss Gaskin.

Fine.

But now that I own the factory,

you'll have a hard time proving

I was trying to rob myself.

That's not what I'm

interested in, Miss Gaskin.

What I want to know is how far

you were prepared to go

to get the better

of your brother.

You've got to stop

this nonsense, Dot.

My name is Martha.

I'm serious.

It's not safe here.

Look, I'm not leaving

until Miss Phryne tells me.

- HETTY: Martha!

- I've got to go.

Dot, please.

I don't like any of this.

- Lucky you're not doing it.

- Dot.

You'll find the incinerators

over there, Constable.

Was that copper getting fresh?

He was alright. Just got lost.

Clearly scraping the bottom

of the barrel with that one.

I can't believe

they arrested that doctor.

Did they?

Who told you that?

One of the girls was saying.

Doesn't surprise me.

You wouldn't believe the things

she got up to.

What kinds of things?

Mr Gaskin used to get me

to keep an eye on the place.

If you know anything

about that girl in the machine,

or Mr Gaskin,

you should tell the police.

Talk to the coppers?

That constable.

He looked alright to me.

JACK: Do you mind repeating

what you told me earlier?

I used to keep an eye on things

for Mr Gaskin.

Let him know what was

happening on the factory floor.

I was allowed to go everywhere.

Like a spy?

He wanted to know what was

going on with that doctor.

Go on.

Every week the doctor

would come to see Mr Gaskin,

and every week

she would arrive early.

Sometimes half an hour,

sometimes an hour.

She started meeting with women

in the tea rooms

to see if they had

any medical troubles.

So she was running a clinic.

Helping

those women is hardly a crime.

Depends what she helped them do.

She was advising

the women about family planning.

Young Maisie got into trouble

with a boy

from the Presbyterian dance

and that doctor got her in touch

with a midwife,

a woman who fixed her up.

- And you told Gaskin?

- My word.

Can you repeat what you said

about Daisy Murphy?

That doctor made friends

with her.

More than friends.

She did unnatural things

with Daisy.

Most people would want to lock

her up just for that.

You loved her.

And you suffered in silence

while I showed you

those photographs

of the blood on the machine.

What could I have said?

The truth would have given me

a running start.

I went to

Daisy's funeral service.

Her mother came and thanked me

for being such a good doctor.

I was so much more to her

than that.

Oh, Mac.

I didn't kill him.

How long have

we known each other?

Too bloody long.

Then you know

there are some things

that don't need to be said.

There should only be one hole.

Where the needle went through.

So the other hole

would have been made earlier,

when someone injected bleach

into the vial.

But you claim to be unaware of

this when you gave him the shot?

Joyce had opened the drawer

and was called

out of the office.

Gaskin

was his usual charming self,

which meant everything took a

lot longer than it should have.

I told him

not to be such a big baby.

I was so distracted

by his carry on

that...that I didn't

inspect the vial.

The safety guard on this machine

was placed there

after your worker's accident.

And the bloodstains

indicate Daisy's accident

was less recent

than that morning.

More likely the night before.

You had more to keep

hidden from your brother

than a few extra shifts.

The vial was tampered with

and you were the only person

with access to it.

Wait.

Normally I take my keys with me

every time I leave the office.

But yesterday I was in the

storeroom to audit the stock.

I do it every Wednesday.

Was there anyone with you

who can confirm this?

Yes.

Ted Colgan.

JACK: Why didn't you tell us

this before?

Because it is a matter

of some delicacy.

You see, Mr Colgan is married.

So it's possible someone might

know of your regular tryst.

We were always very discreet.

PHRYNE: And the keys?

When I left for the storeroom,

I left them on the hook.

Someone who knows everything

that goes on in the factory.

Someone who's allowed

to go everywhere.

Someone who is the very eyes

and ears of the place.

Where's Dot?

I thought you'd be too snooty

for us when you started.

I'm just shy.

I had my key right here

like you showed me.

The Gaskins don't exactly spend

a fortune on their workers.

Another day, another tuppence.

But tomorrow I'll show you

how to skive off

to the sorting room for a break.

See you.

WOMAN: "Hetty, my dear,

I don't know how to begin this."

"I know you don't

want to hear this

but I can't see you ever again."

"What happened was wrong and

I could never feel like you do."

"Please leave me alone. I'm

very sorry that I hurt you."

"Your friend, Daisy."

What are you doing?

- Those letters are private.

- I'm so, so sorry. I...

- You and Daisy...

- She was mine.

Until that doctor came along.

I'm not the kind of person

to judge.

What sort of person are you,

Martha Driscoll?

The sort of person that looks

through someone's locker?

Martha!

Martha!

Martha, it's alright!

Martha, I'm sorry!

I didn't mean to...

Martha.

Martha! I'm not a killer!

You have to believe me!

(gasps)

Daisy was an accident.

What about Mr Gaskin?

You killed him.

That doctor deserved it.

She stole her from me.

I'm not a killer, Martha.

Take it back.

I can't.

Then I'm going to have

to change your mind.

(screams)

(screams)

Dot! Dot!

Why are you doing this, Hetty?

I know you tampered

with Gaskin's medicine,

that you tried to frame

the doctor.

I'm going to hang for this!

JACK: Phryne, no!

Argh!

Phryne?

I'm alright.

She did love me.

I know she did.

Speaking on behalf

of the hospital board,

and for myself personally,

I should like to express

my deep, deep regret

for what seems to have been

a somewhat

over-hasty decision

regarding your suspension.

However, in light of recent

ameliorating events,

I'm pleased to say that

the aforesaid suspension

is to be lifted.

More pie, Aunt Prudence?

I'm not going to ask

what you plan to do

because I already know.

How?

I had a telephone call

this afternoon

from the governor of city jail.

You are well connected.

He told me

you paid Murdoch Foyle a visit.

He offered me a deal.

Information about Janey's death.

In exchange for?

Securing his release.

I hope you're not

asking for my help.

But I am.

Tell me not to place

myself above the law.

Not to let a killer loose

because I want the truth.

Tell me there's a greater good

than my own need to know.

You never listen to me anyway.

Humor me.

You know what to do.