All language subtitles for Miss.Fishers.Murder.Mysteries.S02E03.Dead.Mans.Chest..CC.en

(woman screams)

- Silly girl. Have you gone mad?

- PHRYNE: Woohoo!

- Beware the demon drink.

- The evils of alcohol.

Beware the demon drink.

Hey! Frank!

- That was close, miss.

- I missed him by a mile.

- What a ruffian!

- I'll get you, Frank!

Queenscliff used to be

such a select summering spot

until all the day trippers

and the riffraff moved in.

Didn't you say Dot was off

for a week in Queenscliff?

With Miss Fisher, sir, yes.

I wish criminals

would take a holiday, sir,

so we could get

a bit of peace too.

Should know by now, Collins.

No-one has a quiet time

around Miss Fisher.

- What's this?

- A small fortune, Collins.

They've found

Bonito's lost treasure. Again.

Hm. You collect coins,

don't you, sir?

- Ever seen anything like this?

- Hard to tell from this.

But if I'd collected

a genuine Spanish doubloon,

I wouldn't be

sitting behind this desk.

(car horn)

Sorry, Mrs McNaster's not home

for company at the moment.

(laughs) What nonsense!

We're expected.

And we're not company.

We're old friends.

Perhaps you could ask Mrs

McNaster when she will be home.

Rightio.

Come back here

and fetch the baggage.

What are you doing

greeting visitors anyway?

Where are the Johnsons?

Oh, Prudence, I'm so sorry.

I tried to telephone you

but you'd already left.

My dear Hilly,

I thought we were expected.

What on earth's the matter?

Well, I have no staff.

My house is in an uproar.

Mr and Mrs Johnson

have taken a sudden

and most inconvenient

retirement.

- Retirement?

- And they've left me. Yes!

We could telephone Mr Butler

and have him come down.

And I'm very happy

to make myself useful.

- But the burglary too.

- Uh, Kip...

- What burglary?

- Sergeant...

Sergeant, why won't you

take my work for it?

You're not out back now,

Mr McNaster. We have rules.

That coin was handed in,

so unless you can prove

ownership...

How can I prove anything

if you won't let me see it?

SERGEANT:

I'm a very busy man, sir.

So in the absence

of any evidence of a break-in,

I'm afraid there's

very little else I can do.

Good day to you, sir.

- Gerald.

- Ah!

Mrs Stanley! Mother, I thought

you were going to telephone.

I'm afraid

we'd already departed.

Hilly, my dear, you need help.

On all fronts.

You do realize that

my niece is a private detective

of the utmost discretion

and capability?

- Indeed.

- Is she really?

Specializes in murders.

But I'm sure

she'd make do with a robbery.

I suppose

you'd better come in then.

I thought you'd never ask.

It's so lovely to see you again.

Good.

Here we are.

Perhaps we should leave

the champagne in the boot, Dot.

He rode a bicycle

to the top of the Andes.

Drove a T-model Ford

across India.

He's been attacked in jungles,

lost in deserts.

- Once he had to drink his own--

- That's enough, young man.

Mr McNaster's activities

are his own business.

More tea, thank you.

GERALD: Excuse my manners.

It's been a while

since my last drink.

I always keep the study locked.

- And the key with you?

- Yes.

And there's a spare one hidden

in a collar box in my bedroom.

I didn't even realize

my doubloon was missing

until I read

this morning's paper.

Then when I checked, I found

my entire coin box was gone.

A doubloon? A souvenir

of your London-to-Peru attempt?

Yes. The only one.

We were flooded in.

I had to abandon

the Oldsmobile--

At the foot of the Cordilleras.

Yes,

I remember reading about it.

Really? You have an interest

in exploration?

I've dabbled.

So the local police

think your doubloon

is part of the lost treasure

of Queenscliff?

Yes. It's ridiculous.

At least he has more imagination

than I gave him credit for.

You and the local sergeant

don't see eye to eye?

Baxter? He bears a grudge.

My mother's Temperance chapter

closed down

his uncle's hotel a year ago.

No mean feat to close down a

watering hole in a fishing town.

The Baxters

were asking for trouble.

Doing a roaring trade

every night after six.

Really, Hilly.

I can't believe you let

the Johnsons go without notice.

Since when do servants retire?

It's a vocation, not a job.

Where are those jade vases

I gave you?

They're in my bedroom, Prudence.

They suited my new curtains

beautifully.

Ah.

Have you considered

the theft might be linked

to the Johnsons'

sudden departure?

Well, I must admit some things

have been going missing lately.

Just small things.

But the Johnsons have been

devoted to us for years.

- Especially Mother.

- What kind of things?

Pieces of silverware,

some ornaments.

Nothing like this.

Well, you do have some

tempting collections.

Do you like rocks, Miss Fisher?

I found this on a beach

in the Gulf of Carpentaria.

It took thousands of years

to create

and you can hold it

in the palm of your hand.

- Anything else missing?

- Not that I've noticed.

Although I move things around

a bit when I'm cataloguing.

Sometimes I can lose track.

Yes. I can see that.

Clive and Moira Johnson?

Thieves?

One must never entirely trust

one's own staff, Hilly,

no matter how loyal

they may seem.

But why would they suddenly

start stealing from us

after all this time?

Perhaps they need money

for some reason?

Well, Mother knew them

better than I did.

HILLY: Clive and Moira

weren't extravagant

and they were

utterly respectable.

They introduced me

to the Temperance Union.

Oh, We have a thriving

local chapter here, darling.

You must come to a meeting.

I must confess, Hilly,

even I have my limits

when it comes to the tambourine.

Perhaps the Temperance Union

landed them

in some kind of trouble.

I'm sure not everyone in town

would agree with their views.

(kettle whistles)

Do you think

Mr McNaster would mind

if I had a look

in his library?

Why don't you help me

get the tea ready first?

- We'll need more sugar.

- Pantry?

It's up high.

I'll get it for you.

Thank you, Kip.

(dog whimpers)

What on earth is that?

(whimpering continues)

- Hello, boy!

- KIP: Gaston!

It's the Johnsons' dog.

Mrs J dotes

on this little mongrel.

- Shoo! Shoo!

- What are you doing here, boy?

They'd never

leave Gaston behind.

Whether they had

a reason to steal or not,

the police should still be

informed of their departure.

No. No, I can't believe it.

They took their leave

and they went to the ferry.

What robber would use

a getaway ferry?

And that Baxter

will be no help finding them.

He's delighted to have

my most valuable coin

in his Lost Property box.

What about your

inspector friend?

He's supposed to be

a servant of the people,

especially the right people.

Jack's supposed to be a servant

of the law.

Excuse me, I think you should

come and see something.

KIP: The Johnsons

wouldn't leave their dog.

- They're good people.

- How long have you known them?

The four years I've been here.

They gave me work

so I could look after my gran

and the other kids.

I could ask around and see

if anyone knows where he's been.

- Good idea. I'll go too.

- Excellent.

Come on, boy. Let's go.

Is that wise, miss?

Are you worried they'll stumble

across a robbers' lair,

or is it the twinkle

in Jane's eye that bothers you?

(sighs) The whole world

bothers me, miss.

You're sending her

to the Continent in a week.

It's an adventure, Dot,

a woman's right of passage,

not an ordeal.

Will you at least chaperone her

on the beach?

Just as soon as I place

this telephone call.

Jack, I'm in desperate need

of a numismatist.

And I'm the only one you know?

I need your help with

a fellow coin collector

who's just been robbed

of his doubloon.

Like the one that's just washed

up from Bonito's treasure?

Sadly it's not pirate bounty.

It was stolen from Prudence's

friends the McNasters.

Gerald McNaster?

He found a Spanish doubloon

in Peru, didn't he?

And his domestic staff

have mysteriously disappeared.

But the local police have

a grudge against the McNasters

and are refusing

to investigate the case.

I'm not sure

what I can do from here.

Gerald has no proof

the coin belongs to him.

We need some sort of

archival evidence.

An entry in a journal?

A note from the museum?

And I have nothing better to do

with my time.

Well, you might, but this

is definitely more fun.

JANE: What are they digging for?

They think that coin

that washed up

is part of

the lost loot of Lima.

Why would it be in Queenscliff?

A Spanish pirate ship tried

to sail from here 100 years ago.

But the British got them

and hung the captain.

But Bonito outsmarted them

and hid the treasure first.

Could be anywhere here. Buried

in the sand. Hidden in a cave.

Over there.

I believe there's something

curious much closer to home.

How awful! Do you think

the tide washed him up?

I don't think

the sea did this, Jane.

The water didn't come up

this far today.

Someone's covered him up

deliberately.

The police are on their way.

Thank you, Kip.

- I've seen him before, miss.

- So have I.

- That's Frank the Fish.

- The fishmonger!

- Do you know him, Mr...?

- I'm Finlay Ellis.

We both knew him. Wally and me.

Frank used to crew on my boat.

Had to lay him off a while back.

- A falling out?

- Couple of bad seasons.

Frank's had it rough since then.

It's the demon drink.

That's what's killed him.

BAXTER: Alright, folks, move

along. Nothing for you to see.

Constable,

get these people to stand back.

That's Mr Johnson's.

I'd know it anywhere.

Get that dog out of here.

And you too, madam.

This is a police matter now

so thank you very much.

It's also the scene of a crime

and you're trampling

all over it.

Sergeant Baxter, I presume.

Not now, thank you, madam.

And I'll decide

if this is a crime scene.

These gentlemen

knew the deceased.

Is that right?

Then I'm sure

that these gentlemen

will be only too happy

to remain here

and assist

with any identification

after I peruse the body.

Isn't that right,

Mr Ellis and Mr Stirling?

Happy to help, Sergeant.

The skinny one was seen chasing

him earlier this morning.

And somebody

covered up the body.

I will conduct the inquiry,

thank you, madam.

Now for the last time,

can you please just go home?

McNaster was right.

The man's a fool.

We definitely need someone

more competent.

A murder? I hope you didn't go

to any trouble on my account.

Well, I was tempted to do away

with the local sergeant,

who has proven himself

to be both incompetent

as well as unpleasant.

I'm glad you resisted.

Strangely enough, I had

my chance at the victim,

who threw himself in front

of my motor car this morning.

- But survived.

- Due to my excellent driving.

Only to be murdered on the

beach front by the afternoon.

A local fishmonger

with an interesting connection

to our suspected coin robbers,

Mr and Mrs Johnson.

So it's "our" robbers now?

If you leave now you could be

here in a couple of hours.

Some of us follow

the speed limit.

- If you insist. Two and a half.

- Three.

Oh, good afternoon, Dorothy!

You're just in time, Mr Butler.

There's been a murder.

Will that be one less

for dinner, then?

Well, no, actually. Inspector

Robinson is joining us too.

Ah, you must be Kip.

Dot's told me all about you.

- Can I take your bag, sir?

- Oh, I can manage my bag.

But this is for you.

It's not new.

It was mine when I started out

in service many years ago.

Thank you, Mr Butler.

Shall we?

PHRYNE: Jack. Shhhh! Jack!

- (Phryne sighs)

- (cork pops)

Jack, this is

a Temperance household.

The sound of a popping cork

could lead to my eviction.

More so than entertaining a man

in your private parlor?

A man? I thought you were

a police officer.

I'll try my best

to be less entertaining.

You should join

Hilly's Temperance Union.

Some of us are not here

on holiday.

It doesn't have to be

all work and no play.

Besides,

I'm not on holiday anymore.

I have a robbery, a body and two

missing servants on my plate.

I called into

the Queenscliff morgue.

The fishmonger's body's been

sent to Melbourne for autopsy

but Baxter's current view

is a drunken fall,

striking his head on the pier.

That man wouldn't know evidence

if he fell over it,

which he almost did. Luckily,

I salvaged the treasure.

I saved it for you.

You can have it sent

to Melbourne for analysis.

Pungent.

You could still make

the night train if we hurry.

What time should I have

Cec and Bert pick it up?

Don't tell me.

It just fell into your hands.

After it fell out of

a dead man's pocket.

- "My darling..."

- Glad I'm forgiven.

"On our golden anniversary..."

Has it been that long?

"From Mrs Johnson

to Mr Johnson."

Presumed to have run off

with stolen household items,

including the missing doubloon.

- Any forwarding address?

- They left for the ferry.

- That's the last anyone heard.

- Where's their quarters?

Already plundered.

The Temperance Union's

battle plan.

"Lips that touch liquor

shall never touch mine."

I preferred "my darling."

Two hotels closed

and many more to go.

No wonder Baxter's been

dragging his heels.

The Johnsons were bad

for business.

This town needs

all the business it can get.

Perhaps your view is clouded,

Sergeant,

because your family

were publicans.

I want to know

where the Johnsons were going

when they were last seen.

Friends, associates, enemies.

Start searching now.

That's an order.

And I want a proper report on

that dead body by the morning.

Yes, sir.

Very dashing, Kip.

So you think

there's some connection

between those terrible murders

and the departure

of the Johnsons?

What? How could they

have anything to do

with the poor fishmonger?

Ah, mere speculation

at this point, Miss Stanley.

The police are looking into

both matters.

Oh, I see.

- Strange about the watch.

- What watch?

Mrs McNaster, I was hoping

to speak with your son.

Do you know when he's available?

Oh, Gerald arrived home

ages ago. He's in the study.

- He's looking for the mold.

- Mold?

I reminded him he took a cast

of the Spanish doubloon.

You know, the coin

the police are hanging on to.

So that would be proof

of ownership.

Yes, but he seems

to have lost track of it.

JACK: I found the photograph

in the Geographic Annual.

Unfortunately I doubt

there's enough detail

to identify the doubloon.

But your mother said

that you made a mold?

Well, yes, I made plaster casts

of some of my collection

for the Larco Museum in Lima.

PHRYNE: Perhaps we could

help you look for them.

Don't worry, I've tried. But I'm

afraid I've disposed of them.

I've put out word in Melbourne

in case it turns up

on the black market,

but I understand

other coins went missing.

Yes, my entire collection.

Although nothing as rare

as that particular doubloon.

JACK: Did you notice anything

unusual on your return?

There was no supper laid out.

And the household staff

had gone.

Eventually Mother explained

that the Johnsons had left.

- She was terribly upset.

- And then?

I made some cocoa,

we played a few hands of cards.

I thought it may distract her

but it didn't seem to help.

Which reminds me.

I should see to Mother.

Excuse me.

Have you considered young Kip

in all of this?

He had the opportunity.

Jack, that boy can keep secrets

for about as long as

I can stand still.

Besides, what's his motive?

The same as anyone else.

The hope of an easier life.

Then how do you explain the

fisherman with the fob watch?

Perhaps he wasn't acting alone.

You said he knew the fishmonger.

(knocking)

This is for you, Inspector.

Thank you.

No head injury.

No sign of any injury.

Apart from a broken front tooth.

The trickle of blood.

Cause of death?

Still to be determined.

And awaiting results

on the stomach contents.

I think we need to take another

look at our crime scene.

The ferry leaves from here.

The coin was found

in the shallows,

but if the whole box

was dropped,

the coins could have

fallen through the cracks

and been washed in by the tide.

What does this stain

look like to you?

Blood? Fish, perhaps?

There are no scales.

Could have been here a while.

It poured with rain

the day before we arrived.

This has been here two days

at the most.

We need to find out

who moors here.

Special delivery.

Ah.

Inspector Robinson

in Queenscliff.

Good. I've been expecting this.

What's he doing in Queenscliff?

Having a holiday?

While the boss's away,

the workers play.

Not you, eh?

Not you, Collins. Our Dottie

wouldn't put up with that.

Bert, it's nine in the morning.

Never too early to fall off

the back of a truck.

Come on. Get out. Now. Come on.

A train! It was a train.

Fritz von Opel could use

that stuff for rocket fuel.

I should lock him up

for drunk and disorderly.

Could you? Just for a bit.

There seem to be quite a few

items of silver missing.

Oh, dear.

Well, make a list.

Mr Butler, I know a good servant

doesn't gossip

about his employer,

but what if

it was something fishy?

Something that

might have to do with

what Jane and me

found yesterday.

Jane and I.

It's about Mrs McNaster.

BUTLER: Look, there are times

when discretion needs

to give way to common sense.

It's about the dead bloke, miss.

Mrs McNaster used to

buy her fish from him.

But she used to pay him herself.

And one time I saw her give him

a couple of candle holders.

- Silver ones.

- Really?

I told Mrs J about it

and her and Mr J

went to talk to her

but Mrs McNaster

made a big fuss,

crying and carrying on.

When was this?

Not long before

the Johnsons went away.

I hope I've done

the right thing telling you.

You certainly have, Kip.

Thank you.

PRUDENCE: I can't believe it!

Hilly

in financial difficulties?

Surely she'd tell me.

Perhaps it's a matter of pride.

Perhaps the Johnsons

didn't retire after all

but she was forced

to let them go

because

she couldn't afford them.

We know she was bartering

for groceries.

- What?

- Paying in kind.

Silverware, missing vases.

She said they suited

her bedroom.

I checked, Aunt P.

They were my wedding present

to her.

Exchanged for produce?!

I suppose this means

you... you think that

Hilly killed the fishmonger.

- No, Aunt P.

- Oh, thank goodness.

But I do think

it's all somehow linked.

HILLY: Ah, Miss Fisher.

Has your handsome friend managed

to retrieve my son's coin?

My... Oh, the Inspector?

Uh, I'm not sure, Mrs McNaster.

Hilly, dear.

Gerald's expeditions

must have been very costly.

Well, of course.

But he's so well regarded

he's always picking up

grants and patrons and such.

I wondered, with

the household so diminished...

Really, Prudence,

that is none of your concern.

You would tell me

if you were in any sort of

straitened circumstances.

I don't know where

this is leading, Prudence.

Isn't your accommodation

satisfactory?

Isn't the catering

up to scratch?

I know I have had trouble

with my staff

but I will try harder

to meet with your approval.

Oh, you already have!

I've no complaints.

Oh. Well, good then.

Ladies, luncheon is served.

(sighs)

- You alright, Hilly?

- Mm.

- You sure?

- Yes.

- Any luck with the Johnsons?

- JACK: Not yet.

It seems they bought tickets for

the ferry but never caught it.

And Sergeant Baxter's giving us

the runaround as usual.

He says he's shipped

that coin off to Warrnambool

for authentication

at the Maritime Museum.

Would you like something to eat,

dear?

No, thank you, Mother.

I've lost my appetite.

Would you care to sit down

and eat, Inspector?

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr Butler.

Did you find out

about the next full tide?

Early morning. Very early.

What took you so long?

(sighs)

I was as quiet as a mouse.

A mouse who wears

French perfume.

I'll wear less next time.

- Is that the boat?

- Yes. They're tying up now.

Let's go find a mouse hole.

FINLAY: Come on, Wally.

Give us a hand, will you?

Hey, come on!

Get it up! Get it up!

Will you shut your yap?

You'll have half

of Queenscliff down here.

The dead fishmonger

crewed for the big fellow.

Wally, get the cart.

PHRYNE: And that's the one

I saw chasing him

the morning we arrived.

Going over.

I think we've seen all we need

to for now, don't you?

It's only right

that I escort you home.

If you insist.

(splash)

(splash)

The analysis shows it's a lot

more potent than standard rum.

- So it is bootleg?

- Ah, yes, sir.

Grave potential

to cause alcoholic poisoning.

- (whispers) Back cell.

- Collins?

Yes, sir. I'll send it down

for you right away, sir.

Better still, come down and

bring those reports with you.

To Queenscliff, sir?

I need someone on the ground

I can rely on.

Hey. Hey, no, not so fast.

- Collins?

- No, we're not wearing that.

It was forced on us. We were

only there to do a job.

- What's going on, Collins?

- No, it's nothing, sir.

It's nothing.

I'll be on the next train down.

Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

The bloke said it was cheap

cos it came straight

from the brewery.

No middle man.

We didn't know it was bootleg.

- What bloke?

- It was some bloke.

He collected a cartload

from the guard's van.

Yesterday when we picked up

the parcel for Miss Fisher.

COLLINS: But this bottle was the

parcel. This isn't your grog.

This was found on a victim

in Queenscliff.

Same bottle.

Ooh. Same grog. Flint's Rum.

- Victim of what?

- We don't know yet.

He only died yesterday.

Madam.

Morning.

Oh! Oh, yes.

Yes, I'm sure it is.

I um... I can't seem to find

what I'm looking for.

Morning, everyone.

That is the dinner setting, Kip.

KIP: We don't have a full

service breakfast setting.

You're absolutely hopeless!

Take off that uniform.

Go back to the scullery.

You're not fit to be

in polite society.

He has improved, Hilly.

Calm yourself, please.

And the breakfast setting

is incomplete, Mrs McNaster.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I... I'm not myself

this morning.

PRUDENCE: I will go

and fetch Mrs McNaster,

bring her down,

back to breakfast again,

and all will be forgotten.

- Morning, Jack.

- Morning.

- DOT: I'll help with the tea.

- So will I.

That bottle

we sent to Melbourne...

Shh!

Ooh! So much for

the Temperance household.

According to Collins,

your friends Bert and Cec

witnessed a crateload

of those bottles

arriving in Melbourne

yesterday

on the Queenscliff train.

Now we need to find a link

between those bottles

and that clinking

midnight cargo.

Constable Collins is arriving

to help us with the enquiries

this morning.

I said we'd meet him

at the pier.

Good. Who knows what

we might reel in?

(all groan)

MAN: It's awful.

PHRYNE: Oh, dear.

I hope that's not

what I think it is.

Oh, my Lord,

it's Moira and Clive Johnson.

PHRYNE:

If these are our thieves,

they paid a terrible price.

I saw you arguing with them

and look at them now.

You've got something

to do with that.

- I'll take Ellis.

- I saw you with my own eyes.

- I did!

- Inspector Jack Robinson.

I'm keen to know about the cargo

you unloaded last night

from the Kennocha.

I was heading home

after our meeting

when I saw them out here.

It must have been after eight

because the ferry

was already heading out.

So Mr Ellis's fishing boat was

moored at the pier that night.

Yes. This side,

where I could see.

The boats were in,

the tide must have been up.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

I'm allowed to carry goods

and if I want to unload

at night,

that's my business, isn't it?

Alright, stand back.

Is the blood on the pier

your business as well, Mr Ellis,

next to where you moor

your boat?

There's blood

all over that pier.

It's a working port.

- Fish, bait, blood--

- And corpses.

What were you arguing about

with Mr and Mrs Johnson

the evening

that they disappeared?

They wanted a ride to Sorrento.

I said no.

- There's a ferry, isn't there?

- They'd just missed it.

They offered a decent fair

but I declined.

I had other plans.

Like a drink with the lads.

I suppose you were

drinking together

when the fishmonger

was killed as well.

What are you trying to say?

Those two were still alive

when I left the pier.

Ask any of my crew.

Ask my deckhand, Wally.

We may just do that, Mr Ellis.

In the meantime,

please don't leave Queenscliff.

ELLIS: I've got fish to catch

and a boat to pay for.

Morning, sir. Miss Fisher.

- Very timely, Collins.

- Certainly looks like it, sir.

PHRYNE:

I'll go break the bad news.

I should have stayed in my room.

PRUDENCE:

Here now, Hilly, calm yourself.

Two more dead bodies.

Isn't that a little excessive,

Phryne, even for you?

PHRYNE: I didn't put in

a request, Aunt Prudence.

Were any of Gerald's coins

found on the bodies?

- Apparently not.

- That's a relief.

BUTLER:

Hot, sweet tea will help.

DOT: Thank you, Mr Butler.

They gave it back to me.

They brought me in

and handed it over

as they should have done

three days ago.

At least something good

has happened.

This doubloon,

it's the only coin

that means anything to me,

Mother.

The rest, they don't matter.

Baxter didn't tell you

about the murders, then?

- Murders?

- Try to relax.

The Johnsons' bodies

have been dredged up.

Good Lord, that's hideous.

How... How did they die?

Laceration to the forearm

from a large-bladed implement

and a major rear

penetrative wound

through the victim's stomach

and liver.

That would do it.

And the wife?

Some superficial bruising

to the face and lips.

Cause of death, suffocation.

If the Johnsons found out

that Finlay Ellis and his crew

- were smuggling illegal rum...

- And confronted him.

...or threatened to expose him,

Ellis wouldn't have been happy.

But unhappy enough

to motivate a murder? Or two?

Or three. The fishmonger could

have been found out as well.

Local sales could be

the tip of the iceberg.

Ships sail past here every day

bound for America.

We need to prove

what Ellis has been up to.

Let's hope Collins

has found our middle man.

COLLINS: You have no other

records for parcel delivery?

No, that's the last seven days.

Everything loaded on here,

heading east or west.

Anything else

I can help you with?

No, that will be all for now.

Thank you, Mr Redwin.

Then I'm due on the 2:30.

Happy to assist, Constable.

That man was far too helpful.

Some people have no difficulty

cooperating with the police.

Dottie!

Uh, would you excuse me please,

sir?

Ah! Go on.

Look over here, Jack.

- Constable Collins is on duty.

- Then you can blame Dot.

You mean, that guard?

- The man I was questioning.

- About what?

Some boxes in Melbourne.

I need to tell Miss Fisher

something.

(clears throat)

Excuse me, Inspector. Miss.

Hugh said he was questioning

that guard

about some boxes

that ended up in Melbourne.

- Go on.

- When I came to meet Mr Butler

I saw that guard

signaling to another man

with a trolley

loading some boxes.

Description, Dot?

You know him, miss.

He was chasing that fella

you almost ran over

when we arrived in town

two days ago.

Wally Stirling.

Finlay Ellis's deckhand.

As I said, far too helpful.

I want a signed statement

from that guard, Collins.

Everything he knows

about Wally Stirling.

- Warn him we have a witness.

- Yes, sir.

I think it's time

to divide and conquer.

I'll see how Finlay Ellis

likes the idea

of his deckhand confessing to

a sideline in rail deliveries.

And I'll tell Wally Stirling

it was Ellis who turned him in.

That's not

what Finlay Ellis says.

He told the police

you were smuggling cheap rum

up to Melbourne on the train.

He could be trying to save

his own skin

but he implied Frank the

fishmonger knew about it too.

I don't know nothing about

no smuggling. Neither did Frank.

Then I wonder what

Frank's connection was

to those bodies

that were dredged up.

Frank had

nothing to do with that.

Then how did he come across

Mr Johnson's fob watch?

I heard the police found it

in his pocket.

The problem is Finlay Ellis was

seen arguing with those people

and now they're dead.

I don't know anything

about that.

The police think

they were murdered

because they found out

about a smuggling racket.

And Finlay Ellis told them

it was all your idea.

No. No, that argument had

nothing to do with smuggling.

From what I heard,

they missed the ferry,

asked for a trip to Sorrento

and he wouldn't take them.

Now you tell me, why would he

kill them over that?

I don't know.

Perhaps you should

ask Mr Ellis yourself.

(sighs) This is taking a while.

Do you think we set a big enough

cat amidst the pigeons?

Depending on the pigeons.

ELLIS: Oi!

Wally! What the hell's been

going on? You stupid bastard!

You've been helping yourself

to the merchandise.

So I passed Frank a few cases.

So what?

I didn't know he was gonna

flog them in town.

FINLAY: You brought the coppers

down on us!

It's not my fault.

I tried to fix things.

- By killing Frank?

- Someone put the wind up him.

He was going to Baxter

to reveal the operation.

I had to shut him up, alright?

To protect you.

To protect your own backside,

you mean.

Come on! Come on!

COLLINS: Stop! Police!

Yeah?

I suggest

that you put that down!

Put down the knife, Ellis.

Don't try to get up.

I don't want to ruin my heels.

I'm arresting you

for the murder of Frank McKay,

also known as Frank the Fish.

And you're being held

under suspicion.

I didn't kill Frank.

Let me clarify.

Suspicion of murdering

Clive and Moira Johnson.

- I didn't kill anyone.

- Move.

PHRYNE: There are numerous

witnesses to your argument.

And it was clearly about

more than just a ferry ride.

Half the town hates them,

with their protests

and their preaching.

But what they were

going on about made no sense.

What were they going on about?

They were blaming me for

Mrs McNaster being in a bad way.

Said it was my fault for

supplying her with the drink.

You didn't know it was

Frank's sideline, did you?

He let you down.

Just like Wally Stirling did.

Frank was a fool.

But he didn't deserve

to die like that.

Like what?

Dead drunk from illicit rum?

Or do you mean

choking on a bottle

that was shoved so far down

his throat it broke his teeth?

Wally did it.

He must have killed

the Johnsons too.

- Go on.

- He heard me arguing with them

and he knew

it would all come out.

He was the last one

to leave the boat.

- He must have stayed behind.

- On the pier?

That's where we found them when

we came back in the morning.

Frank and me.

Both of them.

They were already dead.

And Frank helped you

get rid of the bodies.

We carried them up to the end

where we knew the tide

would take them out.

So if Wally Stirling

killed the Johnsons,

where did you get that knife?

The one we saw you

throw into the water.

I found that on the pier.

Same time we found the bodies.

Constable.

Take Mr Ellis down to the cells,

thank you.

Considering we have

no weapon and no witnesses,

it's his word

against Wally Stirling's.

BAXTER: Ellis is guilty.

Let's face it.

What kind of fool

would clean up after a murder

they had no part in?

That's the first sensible thing

I've heard you say.

Pity if you're wrong.

By the way, Inspector,

somewhere here,

I have a telegram

that came for you from

the Melbourne Museum, I believe.

Ah. Looks like a response

to our coin enquiries.

A doubloon, minted in 1798,

went missing from their display

three years ago.

- That doesn't help us at all.

- No.

Different doubloon.

McNaster's was minted in 1790.

Hilly.

Oh. Hilly.

I...

My God!

Help! Somebody!

Come quickly! Help! It's Hilly!

Oh, dear. Hilly.

- (Hilly groans)

- Hilly?

You're alright. Come on.

- We'll get you out of the bath.

- (Hilly groans)

- HILLY: No!

- There we go.

HILLY: I don't want to.

- PHRYNE: One arm...

- Get back!

- What's going on?

- Get back. You can't come in.

- What's going on in there?

- Please. Get out.

(groans)

There we go. It's alright now.

Get her into bed.

Get her a nightie.

I think they're in that drawer.

I thought she'd drowned!

She almost did. In rum.

(slurring) It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

What on earth's going on here?

Get Mr Butler to bring up

some coffee. Preferably strong.

It was medicinal at first

and then I just needed it.

I couldn't have you knowing,

Gerald.

So you bought it cheaply

from the fishmonger.

At first I was paying

out of the housekeeping money.

And then... Gerald likes

to account for every penny.

GERALD: Mother...

So that's where the ornaments

and the silverware were going.

Well, the fishmonger said

he'd tell everybody

what a hypocrite I am.

I had to pay him

as best I could.

And the Johnsons?

HILLY: Well,

they found out about it.

They tried to help me. They did.

And then I lapsed

once too often.

And they just resigned.

And you insisted on the dignity

of at least paying them.

With Gerald's coins.

HILLY: Well, I couldn't

let them go with nothing

after all those years

of service.

And they'd been so good to me.

I had no idea, the money,

the corner you were in.

So the night the Johnsons left,

you'd been drinking.

GERALD: That's what

was wrong with you.

You should have told me.

I'm sorry, Gerald.

It just got out of hand.

And I remember

sitting down to bridge.

And then it's all a blur.

The cards and the cocoa...

I just can't remember any of it.

PHRYNE: Kip, on the night

the Johnsons left,

Gerald made cocoa

for his mother.

- What time was that?

- Cocoa, miss?

I don't understand.

He said he made a cup

for his mother.

Uh... I don't reckon so.

See, of an evening

I'm meant to go home

but there's no room

at my gran's

so the Johnsons let me sleep

in the pantry.

And I would have known

if anyone was at the stove.

Dot, do you suppose Hugh

brought along his bathing suit?

I can ask, miss.

Found it!

PHRYNE: What a feat, Hugh!

Worthy of a bronze medallion.

Well done, Collins.

You were under for ages.

I thought you'd drowned.

So we've got a dagger.

Mm. Looks like

a collector's piece.

Queenscliff Police Station.

Jack, the dagger

belongs to Gerald.

So how did it get to the pier?

I'm not sure

he's being truthful.

He lied about making his mother

cocoa the night of the theft.

- Why would he do that?

- He was doing something else?

Chasing up his missing doubloon,

for example.

Or doubloons, plural.

Do you have that telegram handy?

Uh... yes.

What year was

the museum's doubloon minted?

1798.

Miss Fisher? Miss Fisher!

Nothing does get past you,

does it?

You already had a doubloon.

- Why steal the museum's one?

- They deserved it.

They refused to fund me

because I couldn't promise

to bring back

more precious curios

for their glass cabinets.

As if that was ever the aim

of true adventuring.

What about the Johnsons?

You took their lives

for a box of coins.

Those coins were mine!

If only she'd told me

instead of giving away

the greatest find of my career.

- The Johnsons were people.

- I could not hesitate.

You hesitate out there,

you're finished.

All he had to do

was hand them over.

But he wouldn't.

I held her down.

And when the museum's doubloon

was dug up in the sand?

Instead of reading about

your murders,

all you read about was treasure.

It was my reprieve.

That's all I need, Miss Fisher.

- One last reprieve.

- JACK: Miss Fisher!

Thank you, Jack.

I don't think

there will be any need for that.

- More tea, madam?

- Oh, no, thank you.

- The motor car is packed, miss.

- Thank you, Mr Butler.

The Inspector had to leave?

He's gone back to Melbourne

to return the illicit doubloon

to the museum.

I must confess to some relief.

I don't think I could face him

after the arrest of my son.

Oh, Prudence.

I was never good enough

for Warleigh Grammar

and this just proves it.

- What nonsense.

- No, it's true.

For this to happen with my son.

And now you know

the worst about me,

let alone poor Gerald.

Hilly, do you remember

those hours spent over Virgil?

Omnia vincit amor.

Love conquers all.

I'm going to stay on here

a few days.

And we'll face society together.

- Thank you.

- Oh, darling.

What a shame.

Gerald achieved extraordinary

things in his lifetime.

He was a true adventurer.

Pity his last great adventure

will be jail.

So tell me, Jack.

Where did you collect

your coins?

Amongst the ruins

of ancient Greece

or deep in the jungles

of Patagonia?

I inherited my collection

from Uncle Ted

and sold it at the age of 12

so I could buy my first bicycle.

- Now that's an adventure.

- It was. It was.

I rode further

than I'd ever ridden before.

Through the uncharted wilds

of North Richmond.

Where even Captain Flint

didn't dare to tread.

And the pirate girls of

Collingwood ruled the waves.

To pirates, adventurers,

and boys on bicycles.

♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪

♪ With rum, by gum,

with rum, by gum ♪

♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪

♪ With rum, by gum,

with rum, by gum ♪

♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪

♪ The song

of the Temperance Union ♪

♪ We don't step on grapes

because that's making wine ♪

♪ And one little stomp

turns a man into a swine ♪

♪ Oh, can you imagine

a sadder defeat ♪

♪ Than a man getting wasted

by licking his feet? ♪

♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪

♪ With rum, by gum,

with rum, by gum ♪

♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪

♪ The song

of the Temperance Union ♪

♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪

♪ With rum, by gum,

with rum, by gum ♪

♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪

♪ The song

of the Temperance Union ♪