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(♪ Minnie the Moocher)

- Good night, Reg.

- Drive safely, Miss Haynes.

Where's the fun in that?

♪ Folks, here's a story

'bout Minnie the Moocher ♪

♪ She was a red-hot

hoochie coocher ♪

♪ She was the roughest,

toughest frail ♪

♪ But Minnie had a heart

as big as a whale ♪

♪ She had a million dollars'

worth of nickels and dimes ♪

♪ She sat around and counted

them all a million times ♪

That is sheer

surgical precision.

I call that luck.

And you're not a surgeon, Mac.

It's nice for other people

to win sometimes, you know.

Is it?

Ailsa Wilton, your brilliance

in the game of billiards

is matched only by your

deft touch with a car engine.

The ladies' team

is in great hands.

WOMAN: She's up to something.

A contribution

to Saturday's rally.

This is... This is very

generous. I can't accept this.

Why? It's sponsorship.

But the Adventuress Club

has already made

a substantial contribution

to our rally entry.

So? Now we're giving you more.

What could be

more adventurous than that?

- Mum!

- Millie?

- What is it?

- Millie, what is it?

Mum, there's been an accident.

It's Gerty.

Sir, I hope I've done

the right thing calling you in.

I know motor vehicle accidents

aren't your department, but...

I just want to see her.

She's still in the vehicle, sir.

Who is this?

Gertrude Haynes,

though she preferred Gerty.

Miss Fisher arrived when

I was awaiting the coroner, sir.

She knew the deceased

and requested your attendance.

- I relayed a message...

- Just passing by, were you?

You know better than that, Jack.

My Adventuress Club

was sponsoring Gerty's entry

into the road rally race

this Saturday.

- Your Adventuress Club.

- For like-minded women.

- I'm Madame President.

- Of course you are.

This was no accident, Jack.

Apart from myself,

there is no one I trust more

behind the wheel

than Gerty Haynes.

She flew down the roads

like Boadicea in her chariot.

Even a Celtic queen

has the odd accident.

This is an impeccably maintained

rally racer.

Wheels don't simply fall off.

Depends how recklessly

you drive the car.

Look at this. Look at her scarf.

If Gerty had been driving along

with this scarf through

the door, it would be filthy.

Look at it. It's spotless.

If she was driving at speed,

the scarf would fly out

behind her.

Why are you not willing to

entertain the idea of foul play?

Why ask my opinion if you're not

willing to listen to it?

Cos that usually

doesn't bother you.

Who's her next of kin?

Her brother Claude.

Ah! Jack, you needn't have

driven separately.

There's room for two

in the Hispano.

On police business

I drive the police motorcar.

Well, you could have been here

much faster.

Well done, Wal.

She sings like a charm.

MAN: You can come and sort

mine out now, Sir Walter.

Ah, Phryne Fisher.

Come to sneak a peek at the

competition like Mr Rose here?

- I'm afraid not, Claude.

- Good.

Can't give that sister of mine

an unfair advantage.

Claude, this is

Detective Inspector Robinson.

Ah.

Afraid I won't shake your hand.

Caught it under the bonnet.

You'll be checking paperwork,

I suppose.

It's all here somewhere.

I'm not here about licenses,

Mr Haynes.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Unbelievable.

Completely unbelievable.

What was it?

A pothole? A blown tire?

One of the wheels detached,

causing Miss Haynes

to veer from the road.

No offense, my friend,

but that's complete rubbish.

Gerty's motor was top of

the line, European engineering.

Our police mechanic

will examine the motorcar.

Claude, my God.

I just heard about your sister.

Shocking business.

Lachlan Pepper, VAA President.

I sponsor this chap.

Detective Inspector

Jack Robinson.

I believe

we're on your property.

Yes, I'm allowing them to

tear up my grounds for the week.

I need some air.

No doubt the ladies will pull

out of the race altogether now.

And Claude too, I imagine,

grief-stricken.

No, I doubt he'll let

the emotion get in his way.

- This rally's too important.

- It was important to Gerty too.

Well, yes, Miss Haynes was

a very dedicated driver.

But even the most committed

woman driver must bow to nature.

Women are biologically

unsuited to driving.

Which part of our biology

gets in the way exactly?

Well, you're too easily

distracted.

A bird flies across

and you end up in the gutter.

I seem to be able to handle

my Hispano-Suiza

without any trouble,

don't I, Inspector?

I doubt a police officer

is the right person to ask.

Well, don't worry, Inspector.

I have many political supporters

lobbying for me

to stand for parliament,

and when I'm elected,

I shall make it my personal duty

to regulate

that women may only drive

in the company

of a licensed male companion.

That sounds like

it could be fun,

provided you add "attractive"

and you provide the men.

But perhaps if the women

win the rally on Saturday,

ladies can become full members

of the Victorian

Automobile Association.

My dear girl,

that will never happen.

But, look, I tell you what,

if by some divine intervention

the ladies do win this race,

I'll let you.

That sounds like

a most excellent wager.

As you are our witness,

Inspector.

MILLIE:

Why is he taking so long?

The wheel came off

and that's why she crashed.

The police mechanic

has to be thorough.

Engines are complex things.

That's why at the moment

he's working on the...

un... underneath... of bits.

You mean the gearbox?

The drive shaft?

Differentials,

front or rear axles?

- Maybe even the brake drums.

- Yes, yes.

I'm glad you don't drive,

Dottie.

Well, Miss Fisher has offered

to teach me.

She says it gives a woman

a glorious sense of freedom.

But all it really gives me

is a bad feeling

in the pit of my stomach.

Yes, and it's

a complicated business.

It's a lot harder than operating

your sewing machine, Dottie.

I'd like to see you manage

my sewing machine, Hugh Collins.

Any idea where Gerty

was headed last night?

Well, I assume

she went to her usual haunt.

The VAA on Graeme Street.

Could she have been

meeting someone?

Well, if she did,

she left in too much of a hurry

to tell me.

Did something happen last night,

before Gerty drove off?

- We'd had a few words.

- What about?

We'd just ordered

a twin carburetor

from America for the rally

and Gerty forgot to pick it up,

and by the time she got to

the docks, it had disappeared.

Stolen?

That, or one of the other teams

got wind of our delivery and

decided to help themselves.

If Gerty had just gone

when she said she would...

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

If we work all night

and all tomorrow,

we might get it fixed in time.

Even if we can fix it,

we haven't got a driver.

We can't drop out.

I mean, Miss Fisher said

that Pepper had pledged

to let women become members

of the VAA if we win.

At least we'd stand a chance

of fighting this idiotic idea

that we need men

to escort us everywhere.

I can't imagine Gerty would

want us to give up, can you?

We'll fix the car just in case.

Was Miss Haynes accompanied

by anyone last night?

Not that I saw.

- Who'd you say you work for?

- Ladies Monthly.

We're doing a feature

on lady race drivers.

That'll be a short feature.

So she left by motorcar?

Parked just over there.

Perhaps you could show me.

Pardon me, madam. I'm afraid

you can't go in there.

- Oh, I'll just be a moment.

- No, club rules.

Ladies require

the invitation of a member.

Oh, really?

Then perhaps you could tell me

who invited Miss Haynes.

That's private information,

miss,

and I won't be telling it

to no magazine.

The truth is,

our friend Gerty died in

a motorcar accident last night.

I think she was murdered,

but the police don't believe me.

That's... That's very sad.

Miss Haynes always tipped me

a shilling.

There was a motorcar that left

shortly after her.

- What kind?

- Too dark to see, I'm afraid.

Broken tail light, though.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

Ladies Monthly? Really, Dot?

You don't think he believed me?

Oh.

This is where Gerty's car

was parked, yes?

Yes.

(metallic clink)

It's definitely

a racing wheel nut.

Same as the ones on Gerty's car.

So somebody tried

to sabotage Gerty's car

while she was in the club.

She should have known,

parking there.

She should have

checked her wheels.

What do you mean?

The other racers, the men,

they pull stuff like this

all the time.

- Millie.

- Well, it's true.

Pulling pranks,

putting holes in petrol tanks.

That doesn't sound

very sporting.

They don't like it when we win.

And they'll like it even less

when you win again.

You can't let that stop you.

I'm not driving in that race,

Phryne. Sorry.

MILLIE: I'll do it.

I can drive better

than any of those idiots

in the VAA.

Don't be silly. You haven't got

your license yet.

- Because you won't let me.

- For good reason, my girl.

If you really can't bear

to drive, I can step in.

I'm not Gerty, but at least

then we're on the field.

(sighs) If we can get the car

fixed in time.

A gentleman had to sign Gerty in

at the VAA Lounge.

- Any thoughts on who?

- Too many.

Always one on the boil

and three more simmering?

Could have been Antony Rose.

That was Gerty's latest toy.

Last week he proposed.

- Do you know her answer?

- They say she turned him down.

He might be rich and handsome,

but you know Gerty.

She never let anyone

tie her down.

If you're after Claude,

he hasn't reappeared

since lunchtime.

Too much toasting

to his dear sister.

Mr Rose.

I had a wager with a friend

who said I wouldn't be able

to tell one end of a motorcar

from the other.

I think you know your way

round a car, Miss Fisher.

Gerty told me

about your Hispano.

You may as well see it.

We all have.

Claude gets himself

a twin carburetor.

Very hush-hush.

Then he has a few

down the VAA Lounge

and lets us all know

about his secret weapon.

That's Claude all right.

I hear that you and Gerty

were... close.

It was a fling.

We had fun,

but Gerty was a free spirit.

So why did you propose to her?

In jest, Miss Fisher.

A joke. Between friends.

Did you see her last night

at the VAA Lounge?

I wasn't there.

I wish I had been.

This race won't be the same

without her.

I'm sure.

But as her replacement driver,

I'll do my best

to make up for her absence.

PEPPER: No. Absolutely not.

I'm licensed, I'm the sponsor

of the ladies' team

and frankly I can't see

that you have

reasonable grounds to deny me.

I've been doing some research

on you, Miss Fisher.

- Really?

- Mm.

You have a large number

of speeding offenses.

I should have thought

that more than qualified me

for a car race.

No, all drivers must have

a pristine driving record.

So I'm sorry, Miss Fisher,

you can't drive in this rally.

But ladies are most welcome

to spectate.

I've been doing

some research too.

I'm sure the other

board members of the VAA

would not be impressed to learn

that Team Pepper

resorted to sabotage

to put the ladies

out of the race.

If Claude's done something

silly, that's on his head.

I certainly had no part in it.

That may be so,

but it wouldn't look good for

your political career, would it?

Guilt by association.

You women are all the same.

I'm quite sure we aren't.

No, your threats

are wasted on me, Miss Fisher.

Your driving offenses are on

the record. My hands are tied.

Claude Haynes stole a vital

car part from his sister

in order to sabotage her chances

in Saturday's rally.

Good evening to you too,

Miss Fisher.

And somebody took that

from Gerty's motorcar

while she was inside

the VAA Lounge.

- Witnesses?

- Apparently not.

But it's a racing roadster

wheel nut, Jack.

How much more evidence

do you need?

Somebody wanted Gerty dead.

I know, but we can't blame it

all on the wheel nut.

Coroner's report.

Gerty Haynes was strangled

and the scarf used

to cover it up.

So, I didn't jump the gun

after all.

Can we be friends again?

In spite of my cavalier approach

to driving?

It's true. You drive too fast.

Too fast for what? A milk cart?

And you're needlessly reckless.

That is an opinion, not fact.

I would suggest

you could apologize to me

by offering me a drink, but...

...given your lack of supplies

and your new penchant

for drinking alone,

I'll settle for sitting in

on your interview with Claude.

As it happens,

my shift finished an hour ago.

Good night, Miss Fisher.

JACK: You and your sister

were competitors.

Gerty regularly beat you.

That must have been humiliating.

It wouldn't impress

your sponsor, Lachlan Pepper.

I don't know what you mean.

- How'd you hurt your hand?

- I shut it in the door.

Collins, how did Mr Haynes

injure his hand?

My record from yesterday,

if you will.

He said,

"I caught it in a bonnet," sir.

You injured your hand

installing a twin carburetor

stolen from your sister,

didn't you?

No.

So that carburetor is not

sitting in your engine

right now?

Yes. All right, yes,

it's in my car.

But I did not steal it.

Gerty and I had a deal.

She was gonna throw the race.

Now, why would she do that?

Father had cut her off,

said it was time she married,

settled down.

So I tossed some money her way,

enough to keep her afloat.

But I'll be damned

if I'll pay her to beat me.

So if Gerty

was going to let you win,

why'd you need

the twin carburetor?

Gerty loved winning.

I couldn't trust her

to throw the race

if the checkered flag

was in her sights,

so I made her give it to me.

Here.

Collection details.

Believe me, there was no bad

feeling between Gerty and me.

But if you think my sister's

death was deliberate,

then you should know, Gerty said

that Ailsa would kill her

if she found out

about the carby.

So, I spoke with Lachlan Pepper.

Ah. He won't let you race,

will he?

Technically, but I've never let

a technicality stop me.

- Ailsa Wilton?

- Yeah, that's me.

Inspector Robinson. You need

to come down to the station.

We have some questions for you.

- What's going on, Jack?

- What? Why?

- She hasn't done anything.

- It's all right, Millie.

- It's only questions.

- What kind of questions?

Certain information

has come to light

with our interview

with Mr Haynes.

Is Mum under arrest?

Just stay here with Phryne

and I'll be back

before you know it.

Gerty was a witch,

but Mum wouldn't kill her!

There's no way

she would make that car crash.

Someone deliberately removed

that wheel nut.

It wasn't Mum.

Would you like

to set us straight?

I heard Mum and Gerty arguing.

Mum was... Mum was really upset

and Gerty just kept

screaming at her.

What were they fighting about?

Gerty said she was going

and Mum couldn't stop her.

- Going where?

- To the VAA Lounge.

Mum hated it

when Gerty took the car,

especially before big races.

- So what'd you do?

- I went there.

I saw her car parked out front.

I... I thought she'd check her

wheels and see the missing nut

and it would scare her enough

to come back.

I didn't think

it would kill her.

Well, that's incredibly foolish

of you, Millie,

but... you didn't kill her.

Gerty passed away after

the crash from something else.

So it wasn't my fault?

It wasn't

because of your actions.

Even though those actions

were delinquent, malicious

and with utter disregard

for Miss Haynes' wellbeing,

let alone anyone else

on the road!

I'm so sorry!

I didn't like Gerty,

but I didn't want her to die!

Did you see anyone else

at the Lounge?

Do you know

who Gerty was meeting?

They were all there. I saw...

I saw Antony's car and

Mr Pepper's and all the others'.

I'm sorry,

I don't remember anything else.

PHRYNE: Antony Rose claims

that he wasn't at the Lounge,

but his car indicates otherwise.

- Crown me.

- If Millie is to be believed.

If Mr Rose did it,

what was his motive?

Gerty turned down his proposal.

He could have followed her

from the Lounge,

intending to have it out with

her, witnessed the crash...

And taken the opportunity

to strangle her?

- It's a theory.

- A good theory.

I wouldn't go that far.

I won again.

You're usually much better

at this game.

You come here, you drink

my whisky, you accept my help

and you won't even do me the

courtesy of trying to beat me.

You're right.

You're right, I'm off my game.

When I heard about

the motorcar accident...

Hugh sent you a message.

...all I heard was

"Miss Fisher"...

...and "a crashed motorcar".

Jack.

You thought it was me.

Well, I'm still here.

No thanks to your driving.

Thank you for the nightcap.

I must be getting home.

MAN: Miss Fisher'll be pleased

with this.

MAN 2: Very steady

penmanship there, Mr B.

Thank you, Cecil.

Is your friend

from the Communist Party

sure this is a Russian

driver's license?

It's either that

or a fishing permit.

I reckon we're safe. Not too

many Russians at the VAA.

Now all we have to do

is cook up a false name.

I've got one, and it's a beauty.

MAN: Will this thing go?

Look out! Coming through!

- I feel awfully odd, miss.

- You look spectacular.

And you only have to play the

part up until the race begins.

Mr Pepper!

May I present to you,

all the way from St Petersburg,

twice champion of

the Siberia to Shanghai Classic

and now official driver

for the ladies' team,

Miss Valentina Runnemallova.

Never heard of her.

Luckily for you, Miss Valentina

speaks very little English.

(sighs) Well, I'll need to see

her credentials.

(in Russian)

They're in Russian,

but you'll be able

to vouch for them, of course,

to the other board members

of the VAA.

Excellent. Lady drivers

of the free world thank you.

What was that?

She's very shy.

Miss Valentina insists

on inspecting the track.

I explained to her

that you're a very busy man,

but she wants you to be the one

to show her.

Oh.

Da.

PHRYNE:

Mr Rose! Mr Rose, are you here?

Naughty, naughty, Miss Fisher.

Claude may not have secrets...

but I might.

Such as what happened

to your tail light.

Well, some idiot smashed it.

They're lucky

I didn't catch them.

That's what happens

when you park on the street.

In front of the VAA Lounge.

- Why did you lie?

- I didn't. I wasn't there.

But your car was.

Did it drive itself?

I was going to go in,

but a young lady came up to me,

asked me for my autograph.

I didn't wanna disappoint.

We went to a nearby hotel.

How did Gerty's purse

end up in your car?

I've no idea.

Perhaps you put it there.

I just found it

behind your seat.

There's only your word for that.

The police take my word

quite seriously usually.

Maybe I should ask them to

search your car more thoroughly.

Nobody touches my car.

Who knows what they might find?

It's like I told her,

I have no idea how that purse

ended up in my car.

Or why the doorman at the VAA

Lounge identified your car

as the one which followed Gerty

away from the club.

Obviously someone

helped themselves to my car.

Then put it back?

Why would I follow Gerty?

This note may help us with that.

"Gerty, we must discuss this."

"I demand that you do not act

in haste."

"If you do not hear me out,

I promise you will regret it."

Look, I did not write that.

Look.

That's mine.

That's my handwriting.

You see?

It's nothing like the note.

If you didn't write this,

who did?

Some other poor sap.

All right.

Gerty turned me down because

somebody better came along.

We'd practically set a date

before she told me

she had a golden ticket.

She was going overseas.

Plenty of other women

to choose from.

And I knew I could beat her

on the track.

CLAUDE: My sister was thrilling

to see on the track.

Left most men for dust.

Father never forgave her

for not being a first-born son.

And he never forgave me

for not being Gerty.

Ah, Miss Fisher.

I've been keeping

our Russian visitor entertained

with tales

of Gerty's derring-do.

She'll be so pleased

that you're stepping in for her

and that her spirit lives on.

And I'm sure your father is

very proud of you too, Claude.

Nice of you to say.

But I'm afraid Father's

made his feelings known.

He realized

that between a rebel daughter

and a confirmed bachelor son

that neither of us would be

contributing to the dynasty.

He said he'd rather give it

to the lost dogs' home.

I was wondering

if you could show Miss Valentina

over the grounds,

seeing as

you're getting on so well.

It would be my pleasure.

She may not say much, but she

understands more than you think.

Here we go.

Only one problem, miss.

You think it will be tricky

to remove the twin carburetor?

- I think so, miss.

- Especially cos it's not here.

What? That's curious.

It was there yesterday.

We need it for the ladies' team.

Perhaps Claude's mechanics

removed it for some adjustments.

Don't deny it. You were seen

skulking around my marquee.

You and two

rough-looking laborers.

I never skulk.

And Cec and Bert are cabbies.

Hah! Thieves, more like.

I would appreciate it if you

would return my team's property.

I'm sorry,

I really don't follow you.

The twin carburetor.

- Oh.

- Mm-hm.

- Well?

- I'm afraid we don't have it.

And as to its whereabouts,

I'm as baffled as you are.

Enough with the games.

The race is tomorrow.

- It's time to be serious.

- Really?

I heard these sort of high jinks

go on all the time

in racing circles.

- Not in my circles, my girl.

- Oh. Why not?

The parties, the drinking,

the fraternizing.

You're a very eligible bachelor,

Mr Pepper.

What's the harm

in having a little fun?

Miss Fisher,

I am a very busy man.

I have a business,

I have political concerns,

not to mention

my presidency of the VAA.

I don't have time for parties.

Oh. I'm sorry. What a shame.

But I'm also somewhat confused

because this letter

that you wrote to Gerty Haynes

suggests quite the opposite.

It's a forgery. It's a blatant

attempt to blacken my name.

It's a very good forgery,

considering it matches

your hand exactly.

So you're behind this.

Behind what?

Blackmail is a dangerous game,

my girl.

Yes, Gerty and I had a fling.

So what?

It was years ago.

It meant nothing.

It must have meant something.

Gerty kept your letter.

I was a gentleman.

I would have done

what was necessary,

but she'd already left

for London.

(knocking)

So I'll tell you

what I told Gerty.

You'll get no money from me.

And this proves nothing

but Gerty's loose morals.

- Is everything all right, miss?

- Yes, thank you, Mr Butler.

So, how did you discover

Pepper was the author

of the secret letter?

I went to the VAA Lounge.

Pepper was the one

who invited Gerty in.

That's not fair. I could

only get as far as the gate.

The bartender saw Gerty

and Pepper in a private booth,

said they appeared to be

having an argument.

If Gerty was attempting to

squeeze money out of Mr Pepper

by threatening to expose

their past romantic history...

It gives him motive.

But... Pepper has

his own motorcar.

Why follow her in Antony's car?

To avoid detection?

Did you follow up

on Antony's story?

The girl can't be found,

but the manager

of the York Street Hotel

thinks Mr Rose checked in.

Hardly watertight.

I can't question him again

without further evidence.

But you could question

our friend Pepper,

see what comes to light.

I intend to.

I'll see myself out.

Of course.

The fact that you're using that

and not a key

suggests to me

that this is not as official

as you led me to believe.

The late hour

didn't tip you off?

"Head injury consistent

with impact of steering wheel."

"Bruising on the neck,

crushed windpipe,

consistent with strangulation."

That finally convinced Jack

it wasn't an accident.

Anything else mentioned

in there?

Such as?

Gerty's general health,

past illnesses, operations?

Why don't you tell me

what you're looking for

and I will tell you

if it's here?

I can't make it too easy

for you.

The coroner makes reference

to this, a lower abdominal scar,

which he surmises

could be a hysterectomy...

...but he didn't check.

Mac, are you questioning

the coroner's judgment?

Well, rumor has it

he's less than effective

before his morning tipple,

but I'm not one to gossip.

Heaven forbid.

I can see why he thought

it was a hysterectomy,

but it could also be...

that she had a cesarean.

You see the stretch marks

around here?

Pregnancy will do that

to a woman.

So, in your opinion,

Gerty has carried a child?

Did I pass?

I haven't long.

The rally starts in one hour

and I missed breakfast.

Have you interviewed

Lachlan Pepper?

He admitted meeting Gerty

at the VAA Lounge.

Nothing we didn't already know.

Good.

Why would Gerty blackmail him

over having an affair?

It was years ago.

Neither of them were married.

There was nothing shameful

about a small dalliance.

- Not in some people's eyes.

- Then take a look at this.

The Adventuress Club

keeps meticulous records

of all our members'

achievements.

Gerty took a six-month hiatus

from racing in 1913.

What if the result

of that dalliance was a child?

A living child.

That would bring the past

into the present.

And really would be something

to threaten Pepper with.

"Local political candidate

has illegitimate offspring."

He might win my vote but,

safe to say, not many others.

Anyway, you've made me late.

I'll fill you in

on the rest later.

- Miss Fisher...

- See you after the race.

Yes, hello.

Put me through to the Registry

of Births, Deaths and Marriages.

Everybody ready? Victory awaits!

Ready, miss.

Then let's go!

Can I give you a lift

in the Hispano?

- (engine revs)

- You nervous?

We should be off.

We can't be late.

Pepper will use any excuse

to disqualify us.

Ailsa, you and Gerty were a team

for a very long time.

This is the first race in years

where Gerty

hasn't been your driver.

You'll be fine.

Come on, we've gotta get moving.

16 years to be exact.

That's when Gerty made

her triumphant comeback.

It must have been difficult...

for both of you.

Millie's Gerty's daughter,

isn't she?

She's been my daughter

since the day she was born.

Gerty had a choice.

She chose to race.

And you took on Millie.

Well, I didn't think twice.

At the time I was engaged.

We could give her a home.

Then came the war

and... and John was killed.

Raising her alone was hard,

but that was my choice.

I couldn't have loved her any

more than if she were my own.

Why did you argue with Gerty

the night she died?

Was it because

she was going overseas?

Gerty told me

that Millie was her daughter

and she could do

what she wanted with her.

Her father

might have cut her off,

but when he saw his grandchild,

he'd change his mind.

She was using Millie

to get to his money.

I raised that child

for 16 years,

but to Gerty it was just

a convenient arrangement.

I love Millie as my own.

So you stood up to her.

Gerty would never let me

adopt Millie

and I was too afraid to push it

in case...

...in case she took her away.

I can't see Millie going

without a fight.

Once Gerty got something

in her head, she...

no one else mattered.

But I tried

to reason with her and...

Millie overheard.

She thought you were arguing

with Gerty about taking the car.

That's why she undid

the wheel nut.

But Gerty...

- Millie didn't kill Gerty.

- I know.

The thought of her being taken

away from you was too much.

I was furious.

And I knew Gerty would end up

at the VAA Lounge,

so I went round there

to... to just have my say

and maybe

I could change her mind.

By the time she came out,

she was gone

before I could catch her and...

Why did you take Antony's car?

Well, because it was there

and I knew how to start it.

And I wasn't thinking.

I just did it.

PHRYNE: You strangled her.

And you draped the scarf

through the door

to make it look like

an accident.

And you took her purse.

And I... I took out

the birth certificate.

And I destroyed it.

And then you drove the car

back to the Lounge.

Gerty always did

exactly what she wanted

and to hell with everyone else.

But I had to protect

my daughter.

All cars to the assembling area!

Just breathe.

All the best, Valentina.

I'm sure Gerty's cheering us on.

Miss Runnemallova my foot.

If you're Russian,

I'm Queen Mary.

You won't tell anyone?

No, your secret's safe

with Wal, missy.

Whatever you got planned,

you'd better do it soon.

Why?

You don't look like you know

where the motor is,

let alone how to use it.

Flick the ignition, hold down

the clutch, take off the brake

and give the throttle

a good squeeze.

My sewing machine's

harder than that.

PEPPER: Motorcars at the ready,

please, members!

I just wanna say goodbye

to Millie

and explain to her

why I did what I did.

Please. You can take me to the

police station after that.

(banging on door)

Miss Wilton! Inspector Robinson.

- Phryne.

- (banging on door)

Miss Wilton, if you're in there,

please open the door.

Go. I'll take care

of the inspector.

Coming, Jack!

- Miss Fisher?

- Yes.

Is Ailsa in there with you?

- Phryne!

- Yes?

Yes, Ailsa's in there or...?

Oh, yes. No!

Well... she was.

Can you open the door, please?

- Of course.

- Now, Miss Fisher.

I've made inquiries. Ailsa

Wilton is not Millie's mother.

Well, I suspect Ailsa and Millie

would beg to disagree.

Where is she, Miss Fisher?

I do believe

that she stepped out the back.

Two minutes till race time.

Two minutes, gentlemen.

And lady.

Miss Valentina, your goggles!

You forgot your goggles!

(Russian accent)

Oh, I did forget my goggles.

Don't forget your lipstick too.

Millie, where's Phryne?

Is she all right?

I don't know,

but someone has to race.

Well, you'll need this.

PEPPER: Motorcars at the ready,

please, members!

Now we got a race on our hands.

Miss Fisher?

Miss Fisher!

- Sorry. Got caught up.

- Miss, it's too late.

We had to have a new plan.

Millie's driving.

Oh, well, in that case,

let's go watch the race.

- Phryne!

- Claude, are you all right?

I'm so sorry.

It's all gone wrong.

- What is it?

- The twin carby.

Wal's just seen it

in Antony's engine

and you've got this lovely

Russian girl driving for Gerty.

PEPPER: All drivers

start their engines!

How much advantage

will the carby give him?

She might catch him

on the corners,

but as soon as Antony

hits the straights,

he'll leave her for dead.

I have an idea.

Go to the tent

and find Claude because...

What on earth is she doing?

You...

(bugle call)

PHRYNE: See you

at the finish line, Mr Rose!

ALL: Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Oh, dear. I believe I'm stuck.

I must have water on my points.

I am so sorry.

I'll keep the garage running.

I'll work hard every day.

Oh, I know you will.

I'll make sure

she's looked after.

I'd like to lodge a complaint.

Are you sure

you're in the right place?

Unlicensed driving and

driving under false pretences.

The women's team

is disqualified.

And I'm afraid, Miss Fisher,

you lose your little wager.

Oh. That's one way

of looking at it.

Or you could take

this glorious opportunity

to admit your long-lost daughter

as the first female member

of the VAA.

Wh... You?

Don't expect

to get a discount on repairs.

(knocking)

- Oh, good evening, Inspector.

- JACK: Evening.

Ah, Jack, I was beginning

to give up hope.

Whisky?

Uh, no, thank you.

You're not indulging tonight?

I came to return something

of yours you left in my car.

- You didn't wash it.

- I didn't see much point.

The exhaust pipe

burnt right through it.

It was only a small delay.

Engineered by you once again

to your own advantage.

I know we have some minor points

of contention, Jack,

but we enjoy uncovering

the truth together, don't we?

Therein lies the problem.

What do you mean?

When I thought it was you

in that wreckage...

...I found it unbearable.

Sounds serious.

It is.

I am who I am, Jack.

I can't give that up.

I'm not asking you

to give it up.

I would never ask you

to do that.

So you're giving up me instead?

What we do best, us, together,

you'd sacrifice that?

If you did that, Jack,

I would feel..

I would feel like it was you

lying in that wreckage.

Please can you think about that?

I will.