All language subtitles for Miss.Fishers.Murder.Mysteries.S02E10.Death.on.the.Vine.NF.WEBRip.CC.en

Wait!

Let me out!

Let me out!

No! No!

Help!

Let me out!

Please!

I'm sure we must be close, Dot.

That's what you said

28 miles ago, miss.

Then you turned right

instead of left at Seymour.

Do you think Mr Voigt's farm

has any baby animals?

I may have used the term "farm"

loosely, Dot.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well...

Hello!

Good afternoon, ladies.

Clem Ford.

You need some assistance?

Good afternoon, Sergeant Ford.

We're looking for

the Voigt winery.

You're looking at it.

- Just harvested.

- Oh.

So everyone's in town

for the wine festival.

I'm heading back that way

myself.

Thank you.

- Winery, miss?

- Dot, it's strictly business.

I've been called here on a case.

Although we may be forced

to accept refreshments.

Maybe we should wait for Oskar.

Your brother's missed

the last ten years.

I don't think one more's

gonna make a difference. Hm?

Go on.

Thanks, Val.

I told you to get the lads

to lug everything.

Alright.

We all know why we're here.

Let's all raise our glasses, eh?

You all know I'm not really

one for speeches.

So uh...

Thank you. To everyone.

- To the workers. And to Frank.

- ALL: To Frank!

Could run this winery

without you.

- My boy. Frank.

- Frank.

Enough talking. Let's drink.

What about the toast

your dad used to make?

- Can't argue with tradition.

- Alright then.

Zum wohle. May this vintage

be even better than the last.

- Prost.

- Prost.

Cheers.

This looks like somewhat

of a dry argument.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr...?

Dr Ryan. But let's not stand on

formalities. Bob will do nicely.

Phryne Fisher.

And may I present Miss Williams.

Lovely to meet you, ladies.

This is

a very pleasant get-together.

Yes, the townsfolk gather

every year for a toast.

(woman screams)

Dad! It's Mr Voigt!

- He's not breathing!

- What?!

- Hurry!

- Yes, yes!

- Where? Where?

- Through here!

I'm sorry, Erik.

I came in here to find him

and I nearly tripped over him.

Oh, Dad!

If we could have all the women

outside, please. Please.

PHRYNE: Oskar Voigt, I presume.

How terrible. I'd arranged

to meet him this morning

but I was running late.

Lady detective.

I thought I could offer

my assistance.

Well,

I don't see what assistance

a woman who interferes

in police business could offer.

So if you wouldn't mind.

Frank, take the ladies outside

please.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about your brother,

Erik.

PHRYNE: Oskar Voigt

asked for my help, Dot.

If we'd arrived earlier

he might still be alive.

Don't say that, miss.

The least I can do

is look into his death.

Valma Brightwell.

How can I help?

Phryne Fisher.

We have a booking.

- (phone)

- No rest for the wicked.

Dr Ryan seems to live here.

Look how many they lost, miss.

PHRYNE:

Two Brightwells. Poor woman.

Her husband and her son,

by the look of it.

I'm afraid I've made

a bit of a mistake.

- Oh?

- We're redecorating.

No rooms are vacant,

I'm sorry to say.

But there appears to be only one

other booking in your register.

Dr Ryan.

I'm telling you

nothing else is available.

That's a shame,

given that you can only refuse

a traveler lodging

if the premises are full.

Or if the traveler

has insufficient funds.

I'll have to do my best

to find you something then.

Lovely. If you would have

our bags taken up to our rooms.

Meanwhile,

we'll take in the sights.

- Hello, Doctor.

- Miss Fisher.

Uh... my uh...

my daughter, Flora.

It must have been

a terrible shock for you

to find Oskar Voigt like that.

I'd made him lunch.

I keep house for the Voigts.

And he'd hardly finished it

before he raced off

to the storage house.

What time? Do you remember?

Uh... about one o'clock.

Oskar's only been back

a few months.

They've had such terrible luck,

that family.

First Mr Voigt dying,

and then the family

breaking apart and now this.

Alright, my darl. You go home.

Frank will take you.

I'll be there shortly. Alright?

- Have you called the coroner?

- Yes, they've been notified.

But in the case

of a heart attack,

the body goes straight

to the funeral director.

He was very young

to have a heart attack.

There's a family history.

The father, Mikael,

he went the same way.

That still doesn't explain

the bruise on his head.

His broken fingernails.

Don't think a small-town doctor

can recognize a heart attack

when he sees it?

The small-town doctor

might be under duress

to sort things out quickly.

Erik wants his brother cremated

as soon as possible.

He's not wasting much time.

Didn't the brothers get on?

Well... they had business

to sort out.

Now if you'll excuse me I must

go to my daughter. Good day.

Miss Fisher.

Lady detective.

If I catch you

anywhere near Mr Voigt's body

I'll charge you with trespass.

- Well, I wouldn't want that.

- Good.

So the sooner you

stop nosing around and move on,

the happier we'll all be.

Excuse my intrusion

at this terrible time, Mr Voigt.

- Phryne Fisher.

- I know who you are.

My brother hired you

to make trouble.

I prefer to see myself as

someone who resolves trouble.

Did you have much contact

with your brother

since he's been living

in Melbourne?

No. None.

My brother and my mother

turned their backs on this place

a long time ago.

Allow me.

I worked this property

for eleven years

with only Frank to help.

If I want to share my half

of this property with Frank

then that's my concern.

Oskar didn't need some

fancy detective from the city

to challenge that.

If your brother wanted to solve

a property dispute

he would have hired a lawyer.

Then why are you here?

Oskar said

he'd found some photographs.

He asked me to investigate

a suspicious death.

Who? What photographs?

He didn't elaborate.

But given that he's now also

died in suspicious circumstances

it's an odd coincidence,

don't you think?

I wish he had told me more.

Because I still plan

to do the job he hired me for.

And I don't believe your brother

died of natural causes.

Perhaps we should have

let them redecorate.

Couldn't we stay

in the next town, miss?

It's all bluff, Dot. They're

just trying to scare us off.

So what else did you find out

from Flora?

She was the last person

to see Oskar Voigt alive.

At lunchtime. Around one.

It's very interesting, Dot.

Oskar had this black substance,

like soot,

smudged all over his clothing

and his hands.

And I found this match

dropped nearby.

He had a bruise on his head

and his fingernails looked like

he'd been scratching

desperately.

The sooner we solve this case

the sooner we can leave.

But we'll need to examine

the body more thoroughly

before the funeral directors

cart it off

first thing in the morning.

Sounds like a midnight break-in

to me.

Doesn't have to be midnight.

Bedside drawer?

(screams)

It's alright, Dot.

It's only a carpet python.

But how it found its way into

a closed drawer, I have no idea.

But it looks like

you shot a hole

through Mrs Brightwell's

skirting board.

- (knocking)

- Everything alright in there?

Perfectly! Thank you!

- What was that dreadful noise?

- Thought you might tell me.

You're right about

us not being welcome, Dot.

- So we're leaving?

- No!

But we definitely need

reinforcements.

Just keep your distance.

I'll have housekeeping

take care of that.

Good evening, Sergeant.

Doctor.

I'd like to make a trunk call

to Melbourne.

Certainly.

(rings)

Collins.

- (ringing continues)

- JACK: Collins?

Collins. What are you doing?

- City South Police.

- Is that my Shakespeare?

It's Miss Fisher

on the telephone for you, sir.

Hello, Jack?

I'm afraid we're stranded.

My vehicle has broken down

in Maiden Creek

and I find myself

in desperate need of a mechanic.

Don't they have one in the town?

Normally I would attempt

to repair it on my own.

But in this instance

I believe I could use

your expert assistance.

It's a very particular problem.

What kind of particular problem?

There seem to be

all sorts of anomalies.

But I can't quite put my finger

on the real source

of the problem.

You're losing your touch,

Miss Fisher.

You know what they say

about many hands.

As much as I'm enjoying

the local hospitality

of this beautiful town,

I wouldn't want

to outstay my welcome.

Uh-huh.

Where did you say you were?

Maiden Creek. First thing

in the morning would be fine.

But I'm counting on you.

Goodbye. I'll see you then.

Maiden Creek?

Couldn't help overhearing

about your car troubles.

A Hispano-Suiza. Am I right?

You'd think the Spanish

and the Swiss between them

could build a reliable engine.

If you can't trust the Swiss,

who can you trust?

Where are you off to?

Oh, just for a stroll.

Take in the night air.

Well, be careful

of the old mine shafts.

There's a lot of them about.

One wrong step in the dark

and it can be a very long fall.

Thank you for the warning,

Sergeant.

If you want to get

to that winery, miss,

we'll have to find a way

to distract that officer.

I agree, Dot.

Collins.

Didn't notification of a death

come through from Bendigo?

A few hours ago, sir, yes.

Miss Fisher didn't mention it.

Thank you.

Oh and uh, Collins...

Why are you reading

my Shakespeare?

Just in case... I ever need

to get my words right, sir.

For a special occasion.

Like a speech

or an announcement.

And I think

Dot would like me to improve.

Well, if...

you ever need

to make some kind of...

romantic declaration, Collins...

you can't go past Shakespeare.

Thank you, sir.

(phone)

(line crackles)

- Hello?

- What?

Yes, I was wondering if I could

speak to Miss Phryne Fisher.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

We've been having problems

with the lines.

- Can you hear me?

- Hello?

(crackling)

Hello?

Collins, get me the details

on that Bendigo death.

- Name and next of kin.

- Yes, sir.

(whistling)

Evening, miss.

Evening, Sergeant.

I wonder if you could help me

find my way back to the hotel.

(door creaks)

MAN: Who's there?

Show yourself.

Your brother's clothes

are covered in the same residue

I found inside

one of the empty vats.

And drag marks clearly lead

from the vat

to where your brother's

body was found.

Even if he had a heart attack

there are still

unanswered questions.

And people who don't want

those questions asked.

You mean Clem.

You tell me.

(door creaks)

Does he stand to gain anything?

- What is she doing here?

- Clem...

- Get out!

- Does he?

Does who?

It's alright, Clem.

Miss Fisher's working for me.

Oskar left these behind.

Seems your brother was fond

of the poetry of his fatherland.

He was always better

at German than me.

There are several pages missing.

That's odd. He was

very particular about his books.

Have you seen these before?

No.

Looks like old photographs

of the winery.

Did you know your brother had

written to the Bendigo Standard?

Asking for copies of photographs

from the 1918 wine festival.

That must be a mistake.

The festival was cancelled

that year.

The town planned to hold it late

to celebrate the end of the war

but my father died

the night before.

Do you know

how your father died?

He wasn't well.

The war took

a heavy toll in him.

Do you mind if I borrow

these negatives?

No, if you think it will help.

You know, if you want me

to find Oskar's murderer,

you can't let them

take his body away.

Ahem.

My name is Ida Voigt.

You telephoned me.

But the police

have already informed me

about the death of my son.

Perhaps you can assist me.

I need to retrieve

Oskar's possessions.

Of course. Excuse me.

Inspector. Mrs Voigt.

Hello, Mrs Voigt.

Our call was just an enquiry

but of course

if we can help in any way.

I told him not to go back

to that godforsaken town.

They will not be happy

until all of us are gone.

What exactly is your arrangement

with Frank Ford?

I split the profits with him.

It started off

with just a handshake.

I thought you crushed

all the grapes.

It's an old variety I keep

just for myself and the house.

Thank you.

I take it your brother Oskar

hadn't been back for long.

No.

He arrived shortly after

I wrote to him

about splitting my share

of the winery with Frank.

- I needed Oskar's approval.

- He was reluctant?

He wanted it to stay

in the family.

Frank was happy with things

just the way they were.

It was Clem who wanted his son

to have half a share

of the vineyard.

So Oskar was in Clem's way.

Oskar always said

I couldn't manage here alone.

Not with this arm, anyway.

Compliments of the Kaiser.

Fighting for the Allies,

not the Kaiser, by the way.

May I?

Please.

(squeals)

I need to know what happened

between you and your brother.

If you want my help.

Erik.

- (door bangs)

- Thank goodness!

Someone was here.

The door was unlocked.

My pistol.

It's gone!

Pack your bags, Dot.

We're leaving.

We need to get Jack back here

before morning

otherwise all the evidence

will be cremated.

Hop in the car.

CLEM: Leaving already?

Afraid so. The city calls.

Motor's working now, is it?

These cars

are very temperamental.

(engine starts then stops)

(grinding)

Ah. Can't trust those Spanish.

Nor the Swiss.

You can't let him do this!

Bendigo Police have ordered that

the body be transferred there.

It's convenient that the moment

questions get raised

the body gets whisked away.

You don't understand.

I don't want to be an outsider

in this town.

- But he's your brother!

- I'm sorry.

My condolences, Erik.

CLEM: What's going on?

Unload that hearse, driver.

What the bloody hell

do you think you're doing?

Detective Inspector

Jack Robinson.

That body

will have to remain in town

until a police coroner

clears it for removal.

- On whose orders?

- Mine.

I'm taking over the Voigt case.

- You alright?

- All the better for seeing you.

No-one had any reason

to kill Oskar.

There's no evidence

of foul play.

And Miss Fisher's car?

That's nothing to do with me.

She said she was having problems

last night.

She telephoned her mechanic.

You're a sensible bloke.

You must see that what's she's

saying doesn't make any sense.

How do you explain the fact that

Oskar Voigt's body was moved?

Where did the soot come from?

The drag marks?

If you had any thoughts on the

case, you could have come to me.

I've already explained

your vested interest

in the Voigt winery

to Inspector Robinson.

Do you mind accounting

for your movements yesterday?

Oskar Voigt was last seen alive

at 1pm. Where were you?

I was at the Warong stockyards.

- Can anyone confirm that, sir?

- Ask the foreman's son.

He'll tell you.

I left there at two o'clock.

The bridge was down

on the highway.

It took me an hour

to get back.

You would have seen me arrive

back in Maiden Creek

just before three.

Convenient.

Look, you won't find

what you're looking for.

Thank you but right now

I'd like to see my crime scene.

Sulfide.

Don't know what it's doing here.

We burn sulfur sticks

to sterilize the vats.

Is that what Oskar was doing?

Cleaning the vat?

If he was

he wasn't doing it right.

You burn the stick over a bowl

so it won't stick to the vat.

If the sulfide stays in the vat

it'll spoil the wine.

- Is sulfide poisonous?

- Not to touch.

You wouldn't want to spread it

on toast, I suppose.

Yes, the fumes could

be fatal in a confined space.

Like trapped in a wine vat

with the lid closed?

Yet you were prepared to declare

the cause of death

as heart attack.

Did the sergeant pressure you?

No! No, why would you say that?

Sergeant Clem Ford has done

good service by this town.

And now

you're all terrified of him.

No, look, it's alright, Val.

I knew there was a history

of heart problems in the family.

I assumed

that this was the same.

No, no, no, this was my fault.

Not Clem's.

I jumped to a hasty conclusion.

Where were you yesterday

between one and three o'clock?

At three o'clock I was here

for the first tasting.

And before that?

I was at a solicitor's

in Bendigo.

- Why?

- To contest my father's will.

On what grounds?

That he was not of sound mind

when he made a will

stopping us

from selling our shares.

But your father wasn't mad, was

he? He died of a heart attack.

That's what they told us.

If that were true then why

didn't they let us look at him?

We never saw the body.

The casket was nailed shut.

I tried to talk

to Oskar about it

but...

My father was locked up

for years,

away from everything

that mattered to him.

His heart was broken.

The people of this town tried

to save us from the truth.

But I don't believe he died.

I believe he killed himself.

(gunshot)

The shot came from over there.

- What are you looking for?

- They haven't been fired.

You only had to ask.

Anything else I can

help you with, Inspector?

Yes.

Can I check your gun, Sergeant?

- (phone)

- Excuse me.

There is one other thing

I neglected to mention earlier.

Somebody stole my pistol

out of the hotel room.

- What kind of town is this?

- They make very good wine.

- It's lovely here, isn't it?

- Hm.

Romantic, you might even say.

Yes. Yes, it's... idyllic.

If it weren't for the snakes

and the dead bodies.

Mm.

Dot...

Is that... Flora?

DOT: What is she doing?

- Dot...

- Flora!

Excuse me. Flora!

You uh... You dropped this.

Oh. I thought it was

one of my good handkerchiefs.

Some of the children in town

find it a lark

to steal washing off the line

for the scarecrows.

Thank you.

Remind me. Flora is...?

Where's your notebook, Hugh?

Flora Ford.

She's Dr Ryan's daughter.

She's married to Frank Ford,

that policeman's son.

It is a small town, isn't it?

She was looking for something.

Didn't you notice, Hugh?

Mm.

Ooh. Looks like

some sort of poetry.

Could be a... love poem.

Why do you say that, Hugh?

- Hm?

- You alright?

- Mm.

- You seem... strange today.

No, I'm... I'm good.

Yeah, I'm good.

Good.

Come on, Hugh.

- DOT: Collins!

- Yes, sir, Dot.

Liebeslied.

(Jack reads in German)

"But all that touches us,

you and me,

binds us together

like the stroke of a bow

that draws one chord

from two strings."

That's Rainer Maria Rilke.

Very impressive, Jack.

- I'll thank my teacher.

- DOT: Hugh was right.

A love poem.

- And I know who sent it.

- Oskar.

Inspector. Your revolver, sir.

Hugh needs

to talk with Mrs Voigt

and I want you

to get these developed.

But miss...

I'll be fine, Dot.

I uh... I know a scenic lookout

we could stop at along the way.

We won't have time for that.

Promise me you'll take Dot

straight home, Hugh.

Of course, Miss.

Oh and um...

Twelfth Night, Collins.

Some kind of police code?

The scarecrow was where you left

messages for each other.

What?

How long was this going on,

you and Oskar?

I'm a married woman.

A married woman who receives

love poetry from another man.

It was about

learning the language.

German? Or the language of love?

That explains

why you were so distraught

when you found

your lover dead.

Oskar confided in me.

About what a hard choice it was

to leave.

About trying to heal the rift

with his brother.

He didn't believe Erik

about his father's death

but I told him

I'd heard things too.

- What kind of things?

- Well, just rumors.

When I was a kid. That

Mikael Voigt had shot himself.

You knew, didn't you?

Knew what?

I'm not a mind reader.

About Flora. You knew

he was sending her poetry.

No harm in words.

She's my wife, not his.

He was wooing her

under your nose.

And you stood to benefit

from his death.

No approval needed.

Half of everything,

with Oskar out of the way.

True but why would I do it?

Erik's always looked after me.

I'm happy as I am.

Tell us exactly where you were

between one and three o'clock.

I was setting up

for the harvest lunch.

Lugging tables,

carting crates of wine.

- Was anyone with you?

- Talk to Valma.

She was the one

ordering me about.

I can't be expected

to remember who goes where.

You know everything

that goes on in this town.

You eavesdrop on

every telephone conversation.

I never.

- We look after each other here.

- Is that what you call it?

There was never any trouble

before the Krauts turned up.

- The war was a long time ago.

- Not for me.

There's not a day goes by when

I don't see Andrew and my boy

right here,

as if they never left.

Inspector! Inspector!

It's Oskar. His body's been

taken from the cool room.

Thank you.

Dottie!

Uh... I waited for lunch.

I... thought we could go

to the pie cart.

Maybe a walk

through the gardens afterwards?

Have you contacted

Ida Voigt yet?

I've told her landlord

we need to speak with her.

And what about the negatives?

Still waiting for a call

from the lab but uh...

- Then we should stay here.

- Uh, Dottie, I...

I'm sure it'd be alright

if we stepped out for a minute.

Honestly, Hugh, I don't know how

you can think of your stomach

at a time like this,

with Miss Fisher and the

Inspector trapped in that town.

Right. Well, I'll make

a cup of tea then.

PHRYNE: Sergeant Ford?

Empty.

He could be anywhere.

The sergeant mentioned the area

is full of abandoned mineshafts.

Look at this.

Clem Ford said

that he left Warong

at 2pm

on the day that Oskar died.

He said the bridge was down and

it took him an hour to get back.

- I checked. The bridge was out.

- But look at this track.

It's a shortcut across

the gulley. He had the time.

We arrived as newlyweds.

We had the vines

we brought on the boat.

Dornfelder, from the Rhine.

Those vines were our life.

We worked so hard.

With a festival every year.

People came from all around.

Until the war.

Then my boys marched away

to fight for the king.

And nobody would speak of

anything with a German name.

They locked Mikael up

at Langwarrin.

But both your boys

survived the war.

Yes. I went to Station Pier

to meet them.

We were so happy it was over.

But while I was away,

Mikael died.

Everyone said it was his heart.

But I think we all knew

that that was a lie.

Mikael was as strong as an ox.

He must have killed himself.

What the hell is going on here?

Where's Oskar Voigt's body?

I'd say dropped down the bottom

of a mineshaft by now.

Steady on, cowboy.

Let's go.

You mind telling me

what the charge is?

Why don't we start

with obstruction.

Add conspiracy to pervert

the course of justice.

Then there's always murder.

I told you.

I was at the Warong stockyards.

And the bridge was down.

We believe you.

Till that point.

Then you cut across

the gulley.

PHRYNE: When you drove into town

your car was muddy,

which is why you asked Frank

to clean it.

I did drive through the gulley.

But not to kill Oskar Voigt.

I followed Erik to Bendigo.

Made sure he showed up

at the solicitors.

Get them on the telephone.

Ask him.

We spoke after Erik left.

The solicitor said

there was a good chance

of overturning the will.

So why would I bother

killing Oskar Voigt?

He was born here.

He used to play with Frank.

And all the other kids.

All the other sons

who were lost in the war.

Your son requested these

from the Bendigo newspaper

just before he died.

They seemed to upset him

but we're not sure why.

1918.

But I don't understand.

Mikael was not there

for the festival that year.

He...

Mikael died the night before.

But this is Mikael.

(rings)

Maiden Creek Hotel.

How can I help you?

Hello. I'd like to contact

one of your guests, please.

- A Miss Fisher.

- Dot, it's me.

Miss!

We've found out something.

It was in the photographs.

Ryan. William, J.

Son of the only permanent guest.

Dr Ryan.

What business is that of yours?

None whatsoever.

What goes on behind closed doors

is entirely your own business.

But when it comes to murder...

that's when it becomes

our business.

It's the doctor

you're protecting, not Clem.

What's going on?

- Hello, Doctor.

- Bob, I didn't say a word.

- She didn't have to.

- You lit the sulfur stick.

When I first met you,

Valma brushed something

off your shirt.

Half an hour later

you were wearing a fresh shirt.

(laughs)

Valma washed it for you.

But the stain never came out.

I tried my best, Miss Fisher.

No, Valma!

I wondered where that got to.

On the counter, please.

- Or I'll shoot.

- DR RYAN: Valma, please.

And the keys to the cell.

Go get Clem out.

Outside.

I don't think you've thought

this through, Mrs Brightwell.

You can hardly kill us

in broad daylight.

Might be best

not to give her any ideas.

Stay there! What are you doing?

- (horn)

- Stop it!

Sorry.

- Phryne?

- It's alright, Jack.

Valma is obviously

an excellent markswoman

or she would have

killed me by now.

And she would have shot you

in the head

instead of just

shooting off your hat.

- Everyone back inside!

- Valma, I will give myself up.

You heard the doc, Val.

- Let it go.

- My gun, Valma.

Put. It. Down. Val.

You can hardly shoot

the whole town.

You only have

three bullets left.

She's right, Val.

Time to put an end to this.

All of it.

No!

Don't do this!

(Valma wails)

PHRYNE: You wrote a false death

certificate for Mikael Voigt.

You claimed he died

the night before

the cancelled 1918 festival.

JACK: Doctor?

It was a bad time for everyone.

Specially Valma.

Andrew went...

at the beginning of the war.

And then on the morning

of the festival,

I was sent a telegram

about my son.

He was wounded on Armistice Day.

He took that long to die.

When her husband died,

she didn't shed a tear.

She worked hard.

Put her grief behind her.

Then when her son died

when he did...

Too much.

We all decided to hold

the festival late that year.

Ha.

A Bendigo newspaper sent

a photographer for pictures.

That was going to be the first

festival we had in four years.

They wanted to do a feature

about peace and prosperity.

They took pictures of the banner

and the main street and...

then went off

to look at the grapevines.

That's when we saw

the community hall.

CLEM: I tried to reason with

Mikael, to cancel the festival.

But he wouldn't listen.

So the doc gave it a go.

That's when she did it.

We cleaned up.

And then when Voigt's wife

and sons arrived

we told them that Mikael

had died the night before.

Oskar Voigt figured it all out,

didn't he?

DR RYAN: He sent away for a copy

of the death certificate.

He said he was going to

have the body exhumed.

Said he'd hired a detective

to find out what really happened

to his father.

Hm. He thought it was Clem.

Clem.

All our secrets...

...dragged out.

I tried to convince him but...

he didn't care.

I lost them

along with every young man

of fighting age in our town.

And those two Kraut boys

came marching home.

Where's the justice in that?

You killed an innocent man.

And a whole town

held their tongues.

That's not justice.

I'm sorry.

There's someone here

who would like to see you.

Oh, Mutter.

Dot! You have a visitor.

Hello, Dottie.

Feel free to help yourself

to a bottle of wine.

Where are the household candles,

Dottie? In the...?

Why?

What for?

I wanted this to be perfect,

Dottie.

I wanted rolling country hills,

a scenic lookout,

or a starry night

with a full moon.

Ahem. Now...

Here is my hand...

that...

Sorry, I can't...

You shall from... for...

from this time on...

- ...be your master's mistress.

- Excuse me?

Oh! No, don't... I didn't...

I didn't mean...

I can't read it properly

because I turned off the...

Please...

Hugh, just... stop...

Stop worrying.

Dottie... I love you.

I love you so much.

Because you make

everything alright.

And because I couldn't imagine

my life without you in it.

Would you do me the honor

of being my wife?

Yes.

- You will?

- Yes!

Oh, wait!

It fits!

Now that, Hugh Collins,

was just perfect.

Now this...

...is a very special wine.

Well, it's more like grape juice

at this stage but...

...it's special nonetheless.

To Maiden Creek.

May we never see

the likes of her again.

May I ask what's so special

about this wine?

I crushed it myself.

What with?

With my feet.

Mainly.

Not a bad drop.

And I need to thank you

for coming to my rescue.

- Is that what I did?

- Eventually.

And...

you paid dearly

in the millinery sense, so...

There.

For the next woman who uses you

for target practice.