All language subtitles for S01E04 Death at Victoria Docks

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(MUFFLED VOICES)

(SOBS)

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death.

(THEME MUSIC)

(MEN SHOUT)

(HORN HONKS)

MAN: Go on, you scabs!
Go on with you!

Phryne Fisher for Mr. Waddington.

MAN: Bunch of red-taggers.

Bolsheviks, the lot of them.

Think they're going to intimidate me
into breaking. But they won't win.

You didn't mention the job involved
breaching a picket line.

And your aunt didn't mention
that you were a commo.

I've been told you dabble
in sorting out...

...delicate domestic matters.

My daughter, Lila.

She's missing, and, uh, I need you
to find her and bring her back

with as little fuss as possible.

Do you think
her disappearance

could have something to do
with your current troubles?

Some kind of...blackmail?

What, you think they kidnapped her?
For ransom?

I like to entertain all possibilities.

No, no. No. They wouldn't dare.

Lila ran off yesterday morning
after a...terrible row.

And what was
the argument about?

My first wife passed away last year,

and things have not been...cordial

between my daughter and my new wife.

I suspect the police
might be better suited to finding her.

No, there's far too much about me
in the press, Miss Fisher.

I prefer to keep the police
at arm's length.

(GUNSHOT)

That's gunfire.
(MAN SHOUTS)

(GUNSHOT)

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

What the blazes...?

Call the police!

And call an ambulance.
Somebody's been shot!

It's alright. Hold still.

Whoa. You're not going anywhere.
We've only just met.

(COUGHS)

Nina.

Nina.

For...Nina.

Yes.

Tell...tell her...

Thank you, Constable.

You alright, Miss Fisher?

Of course.

I'd like you
to take me home now,

if you'd be so kind.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Good Lord, Phryne!
What on earth have you been up to?

All in the line of duty,
Aunt Prudence.

I was meeting your friend,
Mr. Waddington, as it happens.

Dabbling in
his delicate domestic matter.

There was a shooting at the docks.
Connected to the strike?

Impossible to say at this stage.

It's time someone pulled
those union hooligans into line.

It's been a taxing evening,
Aunt Prudence.

Right now, all I have the stamina for
is a hot bath and a stiff drink,

so unless there's something
desperately important...

Jane is to be
suspended from school.

What's her crime?

A whole catalogue
of antisocial behaviours.

She's been flippant,
conniving, uncouth.

That's according to Miss Sheppard,
the school's bursar,

who was kind enough
to forewarn me.

There are reputations
at stake here, Phryne.

Yours not the least of them.

It may mean little to you,

but I had to exert
considerable influence on the board

to get Jane into Warley Grammar.

And now she's disgraced herself
in her first term.

I'll speak to Jane.
We'll sort it out.

I promise.

Mr. Butler, you are an angel incarnate.

Whose blood is it, Miss?

I don't know, Dot.

He was young.

PHRYNE:
We had a war to end all wars.

(EXPLOSIONS)
(MAN COUGHS)

Morning, all.

So this is what goes on
before 9am.

Nothing...special on the agenda
at school today, Jane?

Aunt Prudence lagged,
didn't she?

Well, she gave me
the official version.

What's yours?

They're sending me home
with a letter today.

Two of the girls stole
Marjorie Johnson's shoes and glasses.

She had to walk home
barefoot and blind.

So I slugged them.

Sounds perfectly justified to me.

You don't have to
stay there, you know.

But...

I like the books.

The library is spectacular.

Well, then, if you like the books,

and you're prepared to suffer
the silly girls and senseless rules...

A grovelling apology.
Exactly.

Or...hang the lot of them
and we'll take our business elsewhere.

So you go and get suspended

and I'll leave the decision
up to you.

Ah!

A Constable Collins
telephoned.

He's coming over
to take your statement about last night.

And, um, Mr. Waddington's called.
Twice. He said it's about his daughter.

Thank you, Dot.

Do you know Lila Waddington?

Not very well. Why?
Just...curious.

That's a very pretty cardigan
you have on today, Dot.

Thank you, Miss.

And, uh...

(SNIFFS)

Do I smell attar of roses?

It's a significant effort
to impress a Protestant policeman.

I wish you'd detect a little less
every now and then, Miss.

Yourka Rosen. 24 years old, according
to his passport, but no address yet.

Russian?
Latvian.

No other identifying evidence,

apart from the distinctive tattoo
on his chest.

The, uh...

...the letter 'A' in a circle.

What do you make of that?

Well, he...he could have
had a sweetheart

whose name began
with the letter 'A'.

Anna, or, uh...

...Amelia.

Um... Arabella is a possibility.

Um, Anastasia is...is another.

I don't think so, Constable.

I suspect his heart was pledged
to a cause called anarchy.

Was he one of the strikers?

Uh, no, sir. He never even
worked at the docks.

Any witnesses
for the getaway car?

Not yet, sir.

They seem to have
smashed through the gates

up at the other end
of the docks.

How many shots were fired?
Uh...

Three.

Three shots were...fired in total, sir —
two in the victim,

and one hit Miss Fisher's car when
she was drawn outside by the gunfire.

How very unlike her.
(LAUGHS)

Interesting.

Is this a match for the victim's?

Uh...

Uh, yes, sir.

The victim was missing
a...a...a black Oxford shoe.

Is that blood?

It's too red.

Smells like paint.

Zalga Paint & Solvent Company, Riga.

You were right, sir.

Mmm.

Give me a hand here,
Constable.

Never seen bullets like those
before, sir.

Browning automatic.
American-built, especially for the front.

The idea was a man could march
straight for enemy lines

with this on his hip.

Walking fire, they called it.

Cut through a line of troops
like a hot knife through lard.

“Walking...

“..fire .

Make a note that nothing seems
to be missing from the crate.

Looks like they were interrupted.

OK.

Oh, and did you make a note
about leaving the scene of the crime

in order to escort
Miss Fisher home?

She made a request, sir.

Miss Fisher is gonna make
a good deal of requests, Constable,

and while there may be
circumstances

in which we can be
of mutual benefit to each other,

we need to establish right up-front who
wears the trousers in this arrangement.

Good morning,
Inspector, Constable.

What a pleasant surprise.

I heard the first shot, so I ran outside
just in time to hear the second shot

and see two men drive away
in a dark car.

Did you get a good look at them?
All I could see were the headlights.

But they were speaking
some kind of Slavic language.

Latvian, probably.

That would explain
the anarchist tattoo.

You can hardly blame
the Latvians.

The Russians, the Germans,
the Russians again.

Everyone's tried to get
a piece of them.

But why were they shooting
at each other?

We'll ask the questions,
thank you, Miss Fisher.

Of course.

What kind of evidence
did you find at the docks?

(ROBINSON CLEARS THROAT)

I'm just being polite.

ROBINSON: We've moved
beyond manners, Miss Fisher.

You were nearly shot
because you're drawn to trouble

like a moth to a flame.

All good anarchists and wharfies
would agree

that capitalism
exploits the common man.

Do you think these Latvians
have weighed in

to give the union effort
a bit more grunt?

That could explain
the Browning automatic.

They have a machine gun?
Idle speculation at this point.

We discovered
an attempted theft of ammunition

but no evidence
of the actual weapon.

Why on earth would anyone
want to steal ammunition

if they haven't got the gun?

PHRYNE: Thank you, Dot.

That's a very pretty cardigan
you have on today, Dot.

ROBINSON: Well...

I think we've taken
enough of your time.

But you haven't tried
Mr. Butler's biscuits.

Dot, why don't you take
Constable Collins into the kitchen

and package some up for him?

It's my lucky day, then.

PHRYNE: Hugh.

I'd like your help
with something.

That young man handed it to me
just before he died,

for a woman called Nina.

I'll just get the inspector.
I'd rather you didn't.

It was entrusted to me.

And I am entrusting it to you.

Me?

The name of the jeweller
is inside the lid.

Why don't you find Nina first,

and if you happen to unearth
any vital clues along the way,

then...I'm happy for you
to tell the inspector.

But if you'd rather not...

No! No.

Uh, I want to.
Of course you do.

Anyone can see how keen you are.
And it never hurts to impress the boss.

I don't know how to thank you,
Miss Fisher.

Maybe you could just
keep me informed.

Hugh.

Uh... Don't forget your biscuits.

And you do know
that it's an engagement ring, don't you?

Of course.

WADDINGTON:
My daughter's room, Miss Fisher.

PHRYNE: How do you account
for Lila's religious interest?

My first wife was brought up
in a very religious home.

The more ill she became,
the more devout she was.

For all the good it did her.

And what was hanging here?

A painting...of the Virgin Mary.

It was her mother's.

WOMAN: Gerald?
Are you up here?

Ah. My dear.

My dear.

This is Miss Fisher. She's the lady
detective that I was telling you about.

Oh, it's my fault completely.
I hope he told you that.

Only that you argued
before Lila disappeared.

Well, she was
accusing her father

of being...unchristian
towards his employees.

And I tried to defend him,
but it was clearly the straw

that broke the camel's back.

And when did you notice
Lila was missing?

At breakfast yesterday.

She took her uniform and bag.
No other clothes.

Paul thought she might have
gone off early to school.

And who is Paul?

Do you know where
Lila might run to, Paul?

Did your sister have any...
special friends?

Or perhaps a...male friend?

A boyfriend?

Paul.

My sister went missing.

When we were children.

And if there'd been anything
I could have done to help find her,

I would have done it.

No person I wouldn't have upset,

no rule I wouldn't have broken.

Perhaps the Sisters of Mercy.

She's gone there before.

Why in heaven's name would she
visit a convent rather than a church?

Most likely, she was interested
in the life, Miss.

I'm sorry, Dot, but I cannot imagine
a situation so intolerable,

Lila would rather bury herself
in a place like this.

They're not...

They're not buried, Miss.
They're married to God.

Knees, Miss.

Ladies.

How do you do?

Miss Phryne Fisher,
and my companion, Miss Williams.

Well, this is
a most alarming business.

Lila's brother believes
she may have sought refuge here.

Oh, I wish it were true.

The poor girl's been in a terrible state
since her mother passed.

So you knew Lila well, then?

She believes she has a calling.

But such a commitment
must be approached with a clear head.

Were you aware of the friction
between her and her stepmother?

As I'm sure you can appreciate,
there are some things in a family

that are personal, Miss Fisher.

I'm trying to find a missing child,
Reverend Mother.

PHRYNE:
When did Lila last visit you?

Yesterday.

She pleaded her case again
to join the order.

And what was your counsel?

I advised her to obtain
the permission of her family,

if she was determined
to become a postulant.

And then she left.

And yet, she never
arrived home again.

I promise you I'm not hiding Lila
between these walls, Miss Fisher.

I got the distinct impression
she was hiding something.

You're not doubting the word
of a reverend mother!

Is that a first-class ticket
to purgatory?

What about
fancying a Protestant?

Any word on the dead man's
next of kin?

No family here, sir.
They all seem to be in Latvia.

But I am following up
on the fiancée.

What fiancée?
Uh, this was handed at the docks.

Ph... I...followed it up in my break.

An engagement ring.
Exactly.

So I traced the ring to the jeweller's,

and he confirmed that Yourka Rosen

was actually paying the ring off
in instalments.

He gave me this address.

Clyde Street, Collingwood.
Have you been round there?

Not yet, sir.

Take a car and have a look.
See if the neighbours know anything.

But don't take any risks.
Yes, sir.

Oh, and well done, Collins.

Thank you, sir.

JANE: I found out about
Lila Waddington for you.

Before or after
you were suspended?

Doesn't start until next week.

Most of the girls hate Lila because
she's always scribbling in her diary.

I hope that school library
makes up for its students.

Do you know anything about
Lila's brother, Paul?

He must be the one
who picks her up on his bicycle.

All the girls go goofy
and call him the sheikh.

Thank you, Jane.

Well, Warley Grammar
doesn't seem to be

too impressed
with my parenting skills,

but at least I've exerted a good influence
on your powers of observation.

DOT: Excuse me.

Constable Collins called to say
that he's still trying to locate

Yourka Rosen's fiancée

but he has found out that her full name
is Nina Alliena.

Thank you, Dot.

Constable Collins certainly knows
how to deliver on his commitments.

That's a fine quality in a man.

Yes.

Alliena.

I wonder where you have to go
in this town to find a Latvian anarchist.

BERT: Now, me and Cec are OK, 'cause
he's still with the Waterside Workers

and I've been with the commos
since 1920.

Now, what's your story? Marxist,
Leninist, communist or socialist?

Well...I have a thorough working
knowledge of revolutionary theory

and I'm happy to dispel
any reformist illusions

which bind workers
to the chariot of capitalism.

How's that?

You'll do.

But keep your head down,

if you like the way
it's attached to your shoulders.

(KNOCKS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(LIVELY STRING MUSIC)

(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)

Can't vouch for the moonshine.

Australia.
Australia.

Christ. Two o'clock.

Looks like Peter the Painter.

PHRYNE: Who?

Bloke who slipped in the back door
after that strife in London.

The Siege of Sidney Street.

Coppers would love
to get their hands on him.

BERT: He'll know who's who, alright.
PHRYNE: Thank you.

I think I'll fly solo
for the rest of the evening.

Sure that's a good idea?

Easier to pass as a revolutionary
without a posse of staff.

Fair point.

Phryne Fisher.

Peter Smith.

Is 'Smith' a terribly common name
in Latvia?

I don't live in Latvia.

Shame. I was thinking of visiting.
I could have used a guide.

Why go to Latvia?
To see Riga.

To do some cross-country skiing.

To find Yourka Rosen's mother.

And what would you be telling
Yourka's mother?

That he was not alone
when he died.

That he was courageous
to the end.

Do you know who shot him,
Peter Smith?

These are dangerous questions.

My favourite kind.

Perhaps Yourka Rosen's sweetheart,
Nina, will be more willing to talk.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Excuse me.

PETER: What happened to Yourka?

(SPEAKS LATVIAN)

Can you suggest
an escape route?

(CAT MIAOWS)

(GATE SQUEAKS)

(KEYS JINGLE)

Lost, are you?

If we continue the struggle here,
then others will follow

and this young country will be filled
with old pain and grudges.

And what about Yourka?

He too had, uh,

started to question the methods
of his comrades.

And that is why he tried to
destroy the ammunition.

But his...comrades caught him.

What are they planning
to do with the gun?

Assuming they can arm it.

Orders will come
at the last minute.

And Nina...

Does she know that Yourka was shot
by one of his own?

She may...suspect,

but if she starts
to question their tactics,

she is also in danger.

She should be warned.

I would not know
where to find her.

We used to be close.

But things...came between us.

(WOMAN SOBS)

Is this man known to you,
Miss Alliena?

Yourka.

ROBINSON: We know
Yourka was an anarchist.

And we suspect he was involved in
planning an armed action of some sort.

What do you know about that?

I don't know.

Someone murdered your fiancé,
Miss Alliena.

We need your help
to find out who.

Please. I don't understand.

I heard you might require
an interpreter.

I haven't mastered all the Baltic states,
but my Russian is passable,

and given the current scale
of Soviet dominion,

I'm sure it will suffice.

Unless, of course, you've...
got the case tied up already?

Nina.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

How does Miss Fisher know
we were here?

I may have...mentioned it
to Miss Williams in passing.

The morgue?

Interesting small talk, Collins.

Excuse me, Inspector.

The station's
on the phone for you.

How did you know Yourka?

Your English is very good.

I only met him recently.

I know that he loved you.

Do you know
who killed him, Nina?

Not yet,

but his comrades will make sure
justice is done.

There is talk that Yourka
was having his doubts...

...that he was trying to
stop his comrades going too far.

Yourka was loyal to the cause.

If Yourka's life was taken
by his own comrades,

then your life
could be in danger too.

Where do you
get your information?

There was a struggle between
the Latvians and the security guards.

Too many shots were fired
and they had to flee

without Yourka.

There were no security guards.
There were only three men.

Yourka was killed
by men driving a black car,

men speaking Latvian.

I know because
I held him as he died.

I was there, Nina.

No. I don't know you.

I have to go.

I'm a friend of Peter's!

That's why I'm here.

Peter is no friend to me.

ROBINSON: I thought we had
a watch on these, Collins.

COLLINS: We did, sir, but there was
an explosion at the picket line

and our officers
had to help out there.

Deliberate distraction, no doubt.
I'd say so, sir.

They came under the fence
this time, cut away the wire.

Some very determined
and now well-armed Latvians

are running around
out there, Collins,

and I'd like to know
who they have in their sights.

(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Shh! (MOANS)

Shh, shh. Shh, shh.

(PANTS)

Were you followed?

Who by?

You are a witness.

They will not just let you
walk away.

How did Nina seem?

Like someone shot the man she was
meant to spend the rest of her life with.

Because of me.

I am the one that told Yourka
to go that night.

I wanted to stop the bloodshed,
but I've only added to it.

I'm sorry.

I have put you in danger.

I should go.

You're perfectly safe here.

So much anger in that circle.

And this one?

Number of years in prison.

And here?

I was born free

and should remain free.

ROBINSON: Miss Fisher.
PHRYNE: Hello, Jack.

To what do I owe the honour?
I need a serious word.

You alright?

Do you know how much
these stockings cost?

Oh.

You seem hell-bent on goading
these lunatics into getting rid of you.

I hate to be a pedant, but I think
I just got in the way the first time.

And you've done nothing else
to incite them since?

I'm just lending you a helping hand.

At this stage,

the only benefit of your helping hand
is that I might have a walk-up start

when it comes to investigating
your eventual murder.

Your...nudging along
Constable Collins's fledgling career

is another thing
I can manage without.

He seemed keen
to take the initiative.

Especially when someone
hands it to him in a ring box.

Until Yourka Rosen's murderers
are apprehended,

you are to lie low
and stay right away

from this investigation.

Are we clear?
As a bell.

Don't worry, Jack. I have a delicate
domestic matter to keep me occupied.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

I'm not sure I'll be able
to save those stockings, Miss.

What happened to you?
Too much champagne with lunch.

JANE: Lila's diary.

I beg your pardon?

I popped back to school because
I left my history books in my locker,

and I found that
in Lila's locker.

Define 'found' for me.

Well, you can't really call
what's on there a lock.

You said you wanted to know about Lila,
but I can always sneak it back.

No.

That won't be necessary.

Thank you.

I'll be upstairs doing my homework.

Oh, and, Jane,

you're not to go out without one of us
over the next few days.

And all the doors and windows
are to remain locked.

Is that my punishment?

No.

It's to keep you safe.

LILA: “I know this love is wrong,

“despite everything Paul says
about love conquering and all.

“The Madonna on my wall
cried real tears today, and...

“..I'm so afraid.

“Is she weeping for my sins

“or..is it all in my mind?

“I'm going to confess all to the nuns
and pray that they can save me.”

PHRYNE: If Lila's unhappiness
had more to do

with an unnatural love between herself
and her brother than a crisis of faith,

then I hate to think
what's happened to her.

Oh, the poor thing.

She asked to stay with us.

PHRYNE: But you didn't think it wise?
She confided none of this to me.

We discussed the nature of miracles,
she became upset.

I turned her away...

...because...

There is something I think
I should have told you, Miss Fisher.

(OPENS DRAWER)

After Lila's first visit,
her father wrote to me

expressing his opposition
to her joining the order.

As I've described,
I had my own reservations

about Lila beginning her novitiate.

But...

...her father's letter included
a sizeable donation to the convent.

The building is falling down around
our ears, and I was sorely tempted,

but my conscience
won't allow me to bank it.

I'd appreciate it if you'd return it
to the Waddingtons for me.

PHRYNE: I'm curious.

Was this miracle you discussed
anything to do with the Madonna?

Yes.

Lila wanted to verify an apparition.

She claimed that an icon of
the Virgin and Child had begun to weep.

I told her that the truth lay
between God and her own heart.

Lila and Paul?

Well, of course, they're fond of
each other, like siblings should be,

but as to anything inappropriate...

What about this?

“I know this love is wrong,

“despite everything Paul says
about love conquering all.”

Another of her flights of fancy.

Did she often make things up?

Her mother didn't die
of heart trouble, Miss Fisher,

not that anyone
would say it aloud.

The weakness was in her mind.

She thought she was getting
messages from God, signs.

Lila saw her mother kill herself.

Do you think that's why
your husband was so determined

to stop her
entering the convent?

He paid £500
to make them turn her away.

Well, I can understand.
Can't you, Miss Fisher?

Religious fervour was such
a destructive force in his first marriage.

Where is that painting now?

I had the staff get rid of it. It seemed
the most appropriate thing to do.

Paul. You're home early.

Um...

Come downstairs and I'll have the maid
prepare something for you.

MRS WADDINGTON:
Excuse me, Miss Fisher.

I know where that painting is,
if you want it.

Couldn't let them throw it out.

“I try to keep my faith,
and, of course, I believe in miracles,

“but what if my mind
is playing tricks on me?

“What if it's true...

“..what I'm most afraid of?

“If I am imagining these tears,
then I have no faith.

“But worse than that,
I no longer know what is true

“and what I alone
have dreamed up.

“Perhaps it is
Mayday time after all.”

'Mayday'.

'Mayday'. What does that
make you think?

Labour Day celebrations.

Maypole dancing.

Or the aviation signal
for distress.

Not surprising. The poor girl
thought she was going mad.

Someone's been tampering
with this poor Virgin.

'Mayday'.

I think there's a Mayday Asylum
in Beechworth.

Mayday Hills Mental Asylum.

Dot, you're a genius.

I hope you've got a compelling reason
for me to justify police intervention.

Unimaginably compelling.

LILA: I'm not mad, am I?
I don't want to go home.

You don't have to, Lila. Not yet.
And you're certainly not mad.

We'll take good care of her.

So long as you don't induct her
while we're gone.

DOT: Jane!

You're not meant to go outside!

Someone has to get the mail.

And it will be me.

JANE: Hurry up!

(SCREAMS) Jane!

Dot! Dot!

Let go of me!
Let her go!

JANE: Please! Dot!

Someone help me!

Mr. Butler! He took Dot!

In that dark car.
He took her away.

Who is this?

This is not her!

But she came from the house
where we saw Peter.

You have taken her maid!

(SPEAKS LATVIAN)

How was I to know?

(SPEAKS LATVIAN)

What are you doing?
(CHAIN CLANKS)

You won't hurt her.

Just help me.
What are you doing?

You won't get away with this.

Miss Fisher will make sure of it.

(SCREAMS)

(SPEAKS LATVIAN)

I thought the gun was just
a show of strength, nothing more.

We are after gold, Nina.

You think they will just...
hand it to us?

No-one wants the innocent to die.

But the cause is greater
than any one of us.

Like Yourka?

He lost his way, Nina.

Don't you lose your way too.

Yourka was...a traitor.

Clean her up.

We'll deal with her later.

(RUNS WATER)

I have no key.

I can't help you.

But you can run.

Where would I go?

Go to Miss Phryne.

Tell her where I am,
that I'm in danger.

You are safe until three o'clock.

Then what?

It was me they're after, not Dot.
Bunch of spineless...

Miss Nina Alliena.

You were right.

They killed Yourka.

Where's Dot?

She's being held at the safe house.
I can take you there.

CEC: Let's go.
BERT: Wait.

How do we know this isn't a set-up? You
witnessed the murder. Dot could be bait.

She's here to lead you to some deserted
house to knock you off properly.

A cheery thought.

What say you, Nina?

They wanted to kill you.

Then they found out
you were...close to Peter.

They decided
to capture you instead

and force him
to accept their plans.

What plans?

They...are going to rob a bank
this afternoon of Russian gold.

Ask Peter if you do not trust me.
He will vouch for my word.

I'm not sure some ex-anarchist's
ex-love's word is worth that much.

NINA: He's not an ex-love. He...

He's my father.

They will use your maid
as a hostage.

Where is the safe house?

They've cleared out.

I told you.

As soon as Nina ran, they would pack up
and move to another safe house.

We need Nina.
We're taking her to the police.

NINA: It is planned for
three o'clock today at the State Bank.

PHRYNE: Which branch?

(SPEAKS LATVIAN)

(SPEAKS LATVIAN)
You're sure?

It is in Baker Street.

Thank you for the tip-off,

but you stick as much as a fingernail
into this robbery

and I'll be the one
hunting you down.

Collins, make sure
Miss Alliena and Mr. Smith don't leave.

We'll be asking them both
a lot of questions.

COLLINS: Yes, sir.
PHRYNE: Don't worry, Peter.

I never kiss and tell.

You speak Latvian like a child!

And whose fault is that?
You left when I was three.

When Mama took...
Tell me again the address!

PETER:
Exactly what they said.

(NINA SPEAKS LATVIAN)

Maiznieks?
Maiznieks! Maiznieks!

Again!

PETER: I am sorry...

...about Yourka,

about everything.

He...he wanted to marry me.

I know.

Could it have been
Baznicas, not Maiznieks?

It could have been
Baznicas, not Maiznieks.

What does that mean?
It means 'church'.

Is there a bank
in Church Street?

Hugh! Has Jack left yet?

COLLINS: Everything's
under control, Miss Fisher.

As we speak, Detective Robinson
and seven of the station's finest

are on their way.

There could have been a mistake. They
might have gone to the wrong address!

(PHONE RINGS)

So we're just going to wait in place and
pray that Jack gets here in time, right?

Mm-hm.

You should stay in the car.

You won't be safe.

I'll be fine.

I'll make sure of it.

(SIGHS)

Try and look natural.

How?

Fill out a deposit slip.

I'll wait by the door.

(SLIPS DROP)

Hm.

Everyone, on the ground! Move it, now!

(SCREAMING)
Get down!

Do as I say!

You! Turn around.

Do as I say!

Take my gun.

Turn around!

You! What is this?

It is a trap!

Police!

Don't move!

Shoot!

Drop it! Now!

We will kill you!

Kick it away.

Shoot him.

Do it!

NOW!

(GUNSHOT)
Arggh!

(SCREAMS)
(GUNSHOT)

(BOTH YELL)

PHRYNE: Hugh!

(SCREAMS)

Put it down!
Put the gun down now!

Move away from it!

Peter!

He's my father.

Papa!

(SPEAKS LATVIAN)

I have a comrade in Queensland.

If you go to him, he'll look after you,
and I will meet you there.

Will you help her find him?
Of course.

How will you be free?
Don't worry.

PETER: I will find a way.

What I don't understand

is how you came to be in possession
of an unregistered weapon, Constable.

Uh...

He wrestled the gunman and, uh,
turned the gun on his cohort.

More initiative, Collins?
I'm continually impressed.

Well, go on, then.

Go and take your place
in the sun.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

I'm not convinced my heroic constable
deserves all the credit.

But as I've forbidden him
to do your bidding,

I may need to
escort you home myself.

Thank you.

Last week's history results
came back yesterday.

The principal ordered the board
to re-enrol me

because I'm too academically gifted to
let the state school have me, she said.

There you are!

You've no idea how much trouble
you've caused me, my girl.

I've had to go
to enormous lengths

to smooth over
your indiscretions with the board.

I finally convinced them
to offer you one more chance.

But...
PHRYNE: Wonderful news.

We're so grateful
that you could save the day.

Aren't we?

Thank you, Aunt Prudence.

Yes, well.

Well, come along. Don't dawdle.

Ah, Dotty.

(SIGHS)

Perhaps got away.

Please ask Mr. Butler
to bring the car around.

It's time to deal with
those Waddingtons.

Of course, I thought it was strange
that a man like Gerald Waddington

would make a donation in cash,
rather than by cheque...

...and that you were so...
unsurprised by it, Mrs. Waddington.

What have you done?

Your sister is safe, Paul.

But there is no doubt she has suffered
because of your deception.

Hasn't she, Mrs. Waddington?

It was the small things that gave away
your love affair at first.

The touch of a hand.

But when Lila discovered you together
and knew for certain...

...the only choice
was to make her doubt herself.

And what better way than to take
her faith and turn it against her?

No.

A pity your glycerine
left such a convenient trace.

You made everyone believe
what they feared most,

that the madness of the mother
had been visited on the child.

And Lila had
only one place left to run to.

The same madhouse
her mother was sent to.

The reverend mother has agreed
that Lila can stay at the convent,

on the condition
that she finish her schooling

before she makes any decision
about her calling.

Thank you.

I suppose
you'll be wanting your fee.

I'm not sure I need
a monetary payment.

But I could settle instead for...

...peace talks on the waterfront.

In return for
my absolute discretion.

You drive a hard bargain,
Miss Fisher.

Mr. Waddington.

ROBINSON: You'd almost think
someone twisted Waddington's arm.

In a...charming way.

Mmm.

I've had my fair share
of strike action.

What, the police strike of '23?
Mmm.

Shoulder to shoulder.

A lot of good men lost their jobs.
I was one of the lucky ones.

I would have picked you
as more of a fence-sitter.

It'd be a tactical error to think you
had me pegged just yet, Miss Fisher.

I'm very glad to hear it.

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