All language subtitles for Miss.Fishers.Murder.Mysteries.S02E12.Unnatural.Habits.NF.WEBRip.CC.en

I thought

we might go to Sorrento.

For the honeymoon.

Good fishing there, is it?

- Oh!

- Hey!

Hey, you got one!

Reel her in. Reel her in.

- Whoa. There you go.

- It's gonna break!

What is it?

Turn your back.

Dottie, I said turn your back!

Nothing in the missing persons

records, sir.

Pardon us, gentlemen.

Dot asked me to drive her here.

- Dot, I told you not to come.

- She's Catholic, Hugh.

It's the scapular, sir.

Dot wanted to see it but...

I want to help.

Dot may know

which school or parish

favors whatever motto's on it.

Alright.

"Whoever dies

wearing this scapular

shall not suffer

eternal fire."

And the back?

"Behold the sign of salvation."

Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

That's no help.

Anybody could have that one.

Those look like rope burns.

JACK: She was bound

when Collins found her.

JACK: There's something else.

It was stitched into her smock.

The name's been washed off

but there's a religious symbol.

That's the Magdalene Laundry

mark.

From the Convent of the Sisters

of the Holy Miracle.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

The Fallen and Friendless girls

do our laundry.

(church bells and chanting)

Mother Aloysius.

Inspector Robinson.

The Bishop has cleared my visit

with you, I take it.

He didn't say anything

about you bringing a companion.

The Honorable

Miss Phryne Fisher.

Miss Fisher is a lady detective.

Yes, well, unfortunately,

City South Police are

yet to appoint any policewomen.

Thankfully I am happy

to serve that function.

In that case, I'm sure

the Bishop will approve.

Policewoman?

Don't worry, Jack. You'll never

get me in that uniform.

Unless of course you cuff me.

Mother. Mother, we've confirmed.

Catherine is to be apprenticed

to a milliner.

Oh! Well...

If your needlepoint is anywhere

near as good as I think it is,

you're going to be

a great success.

Wait by the gate, Catherine.

The cab will arrive presently.

The police are here about

Bernadette's disappearance.

Perpetua, who oversees

all our programs with the girls.

- And Sister Dominica.

- Don't we do your laundry?

You do indeed.

To absolute perfection.

Do you know

Bernadette's full name?

I'm afraid we don't.

She came to us as an orphan

some years ago now

and we named her for the saint.

- You said she's gone missing?

- Yes.

She was placed in employment at

the Federal Hotel some time ago

but she returned to us

late last night in a state.

PHRYNE: About what?

She was of the opinion hotel

kitchen hand was beneath her.

Hysterical. I couldn't calm her.

- I put her to bed.

- But by morning she was gone.

Again.

Are any of you familiar

with this?

We suspect

it could be Bernadette's.

I'm afraid we fished her body

out of the river this morning.

And it appears her death

wasn't an accident.

Oh, dear God!

I'll take you

through the laundry.

(girls cough)

This is where I put her

for the night.

- Not in the dormitory?

- It was past midnight.

She would have unsettled

the other girls.

We call it the penitence room.

Back to work now. You'll take

over from Agnes on the mangle.

My favorite job.

And remember

to beg our Lord's forgiveness

for you wicked,

ungrateful attitude.

If I do that, do you think

he'll start paying us wages?

Ada, go.

My name is Mary.

You ain't fit to kiss

the Holy Mother's feet,

let alone share her name.

Do you mean to tell me

these girls aren't paid?

They're blessed to live in

the Lord's house, Miss Fisher.

No-one gets paid here.

Magdalene Laundries are exempt

from the usual labor laws.

Do you think you could make it

any less harrowing?

This place is straight out of

the pages of David Copperfield.

How did Bernadette

get out of here?

Those were hanging

from the window.

- What's on the other side?

- The river bank, as it happens.

It's quite a drop.

Perhaps she slipped and fell.

I'll need to talk to the girls

one by one.

Of course.

Though we'd prefer

your policewoman wait outside.

I would prefer her presence.

The girls are grateful for the

shelter we provide, Inspector.

We don't want

to stir up dissatisfaction

with the talk of workers' rights

and regulations.

I'm sure you don't.

We're not a factory here.

We're a family.

If Miss Fisher keeps

her opinions to herself...

It's alright, Jack.

I'd rather leave than do that.

I do have other leads to follow.

And a new launderer to find.

And... voila.

These sheets were tied

with thief knots.

They'd never bear the weight

of a young girl.

Hm.

I do know my knots.

I'm curious as to how you do.

There was this Portuguese sailor

I once knew.

Enough.

So somebody prepared the rope

to explain Bernadette's escape.

- Who would need to do that?

- Whoever let her out.

- One of the girls?

- They're hardly forthcoming.

What do you expect? They live

in fear of the penitence room.

My father locked me in

a cupboard to break my spirit.

Clearly didn't leave you there

long enough.

What about Perpetua

or one of the nuns?

I can't imagine them

doing Bernadette a favor.

Oh, you've creased it now.

Come here.

Jack. Miss Fisher.

You do indeed keep close company

these days.

I was just on my way out.

I received

a disturbing telephone call

from a very irate bishop.

We need to tread very carefully

with the Catholic Church, Jack.

- You know that.

- A little too carefully.

If that laundry was run

outside of the convent

it would be in breach

of child cruelty laws.

SANDERSON: The Church answers

to a higher law.

And we're obliged

to respect that.

Which is why you're handing

the investigation over

to Detective Inspector

O'Shaughnessy.

O'Shaughnessy's an incompetent!

O'Shaughnessy may not be

up to your standards, Jack,

but he has the distinct

advantage of being Catholic.

It is now his case by order

of the Chief Commissioner.

Well, then,

I need to speak with him.

Chief Commissioner Hall

resigned this morning.

Well, who is his replacement?

- You're looking at him.

- Congratulations.

It's my first day on the job.

Don't make it

any more difficult.

Does George Sanderson

really believe

that a man with an O

in front of his name

will bring charges against nuns?

Leave it alone, Miss Fisher.

PRUDENCE: We worked so hard

to find jobs

for those convent girls.

The Gratitude girls were not the

ones we plucked from the gutter.

Only the best behaved

were chosen.

And the rest

were doomed to slavery

amongst the suds

at that hideous laundry?

Bad girls, good sheets,

and not a penny in wages.

I would have turned to

the convent if I hadn't met you.

They have no choice.

All the more reason

not to exploit them!

As for your "good girls",

are you telling me that

two of them have gone missing?

Joan did not go missing.

She absconded.

During my Gratitude Patrons'

dinner.

She wasn't even

part of the program.

But I gave her a chance.

A plum placement

in my very own household.

Bernadette had

a plum placement too,

at the Federal Hotel.

All of our board

are well connected.

The Worthingtons,

the Countens, the Fletchers.

And we all do what we can.

Fletcher as in Sidney Fletcher?

Yes, their eldest.

He's godson of George Sanderson,

Deputy Police Commissioner.

And fiancé

to Jack's ex-wife, Rosie.

You have a very roundabout way

of looking at things, dear.

Ah.

Yes.

There's Joan.

PHRYNE: Joan? She didn't seem

the runaway type.

(sighs)

She made a wonderful flummery.

But not even

those bottle-top glasses

could save my

Royal Albert tea set from ruin.

Morning, Sister.

The Honorable Miss Fisher's

laundry, as per usual.

Today's Wednesday.

As per usual is Monday.

"Eight sets of satin sheets,

18 pairs of smalls,

twelve camisoles."

- House guests.

- That woman.

Put it round the back.

Bless you, Sister.

Keep the noise down.

They're at morning prayers.

All clear.

Taking Holy Orders would have

been the easier option.

Call that driving?

Happy to swap cars if you like.

How will you get out?

Meet you out the front

in an hour.

Give me three good reasons why I

shouldn't scream the place down.

Give me three good reasons

why you should.

Why did Perpetua

call you Ada yesterday?

They change everybody's name

when you get here.

To saints.

What was Saint Ada's

claim to fame?

She was a dedicated virgin.

Hard act to follow.

This was the factory foreman's

idea, not mine.

You know I'm not the police,

Mary.

Did you see Bernadette

the night she came back?

I was reprieved on her account.

It was the first time in a month

I got to sleep in the dorm.

She was bawling like a baby

and begging Perpetua

not to let him get her.

Who?

She said something about a man

outside the hotel.

And she was

going on about a car.

A fancy black car.

- She was talking about Joan...

- Joan?

We called her Four Eyes.

The nuns' pet.

She and Bernadette

were best friends

until they sent Joan off to work

for some rich old battle-axe

who took a shine to her cooking.

Was Bernadette prone

to hysterics?

I hardly knew her.

They kept the good girls

away from us bad eggs.

But she left a message.

I only saw it there

this morning.

"112 De Vere."

- This has been scratched in.

- With these.

Joan's?

- Morning, Collins.

- Sir.

The autopsy report

on Bernadette.

Uh... give it to O'Shaughnessy.

He's in charge of this case now.

- But--

- Immediately.

Shall I send Mr Fletcher

to O'Shaughnessy too, sir?

You telephoned, asked him to

come in. He and your wife.

- Ex-wife. Ex-wife.

- Yes, Collins.

So why were you locked in there?

This time? I put Epson salts

instead of sugar

in the sisters' tapioca pudding.

They were up all night

with the shits.

I assure you I have

personally reassigned the case.

There will be

no more aggravation.

Commissioner. Perpetua.

Excellent drying weather,

wouldn't you say?

- You broke into the convent.

- No, of course not.

I was smuggled.

I thought these dilettante

society types slept till noon.

Unlawful trespass,

break and entry.

I want this woman

brought to heel.

Would you like me to

roll over and fetch too?

You seem to have

some sway over her.

Rosie. Sidney.

What are you doing here?

We were summoned.

At least Sidney was.

We've come to see

if we can help

with that poor convent girl.

And as a member

of the Gratitude Board.

So my aunt tells me.

I forgot

to cancel the appointment.

Father, I believe

you've taken Jack off this case.

- Why?

- It's a diplomacy issue, dear.

Jack understands. It's nothing

for you to worry about.

But if you don't keep

Miss Fisher under tighter rein

you may find yourself

suspended from all duties.

Goodbye, Miss Fisher.

Jack, I'm sorry.

Please tell me your break-in

was worth all this fuss.

You tell me.

Mary found these

in the penitence room

the day after Bernadette

did her disappearing act.

Joan's.

Aunt Prudence's runaway maid.

Only according to Mary,

Joan was a good girl and never

did time in the penitence room.

- How did they get there?

- Bernadette had them with her.

And she used the glass

to scratch this into the wall.

- 112 De Vere.

- An address?

Possibly.

Of the man she referred to?

Why scratch it into a wall?

Why not tell the nuns?

According to Mary she tried.

But perhaps they didn't listen.

Collins.

I really am very sorry, Jack,

that you're in so much hot water

because of me.

Don't be remorseful.

It only confuses me.

Collins, when I told you

to send on that autopsy report

immediately, I...

Hardly had time

to get onto it, sir.

Thank you.

It is addressed to me after all.

Thank goodness. I'd hate to

think you'd disobey a directive.

So was the victim already dead

or did she drown

in the river, sir?

Jack?

Drowned, Collins.

(sighs)

Can't have been pleasant

for Hugh to fish her out.

In the water overnight,

injury found under the hair

caused by a blunt instrument.

- But not the cause of death.

- No.

There was sea water

in the lungs,

notable from an exceptionally

high saline content.

Then the body can't have come

downstream from the convent.

It must have been

washed upstream from the bay.

Much further than that.

The lungs also contain

traces of red algae,

a type that is not found

in either the River Yarra

or Port Phillip Bay.

BERT: Here's where

Hugh and Dottie found the girl.

The Warmies.

Why do they call it that?

Because the water's warm

on account of the power station.

Tide comes in, tide goes out.

Anything bobbing about

in the bay or the river

can get caught up.

How do you explain the salt

water in Bernadette's lungs?

A foreign ship was dumping

ballast near where she went in?

So after leaving the convent

she winds up at the docks,

where she's fed to the sharks

and washed up river.

- That make any sense to you?

- Not yet.

If we knew

where the ship was from...

The Red Sea. It says here it has

an exceptionally high salinity

and that the reason it looks red

is because of a special algae.

Can we find out who's in port?

Cec's niece's husband

will know.

Excuse me, Miss Fisher.

There's a young lady here

demanding to see you.

Your lock pick.

Thank you. It worked a treat.

You're a bad influence,

Miss Fisher.

And no, you can't keep her.

Her is Mary. And I'm not sending

her back to that laundry.

She is clearly unfit

for heavy duties.

All I want is a job. Any job.

But who's gonna take in

a girl in my condition?

No. Absolutely not.

But you love a challenge,

Aunt Prudence.

Your very own Pygmalion.

Passion-fruit flummery.

I should have known.

Mary made it herself.

They do say charity

begins at home.

Honestly, Phryne.

I sit on 13 boards.

I spend most of my life

raising money for worthy causes.

Don't you think I do enough?

What is it, Bert?

We struck a snag

at the harbor master's office.

Cec's niece's husband doesn't

do family favors anymore.

Getting that ship's name

is going to cost.

- Where is he?

- He's a chatty one, old Ted.

Once you loosen his tongue.

Well, I think ten pounds

has loosened it too much.

Next time I'm planting petunias,

I'll ask your advice.

Thank you. Thank you.

Sorry, sir. De Vere Crescent

is Shannon's Nursery.

Damn!

- Maybe it's a name.

- And what are the numbers?

Post office box?

Motor registration?

De Vere sounds foreign.

She's a merchant ship

called the Pandarus,

on a run between Antwerp

and Melbourne via the Red Sea.

Captain's Belgian.

One William De Vere.

PHRYNE: 112!

A fancy black car.

BERT: Looks like our captain.

Ted says she docked

three weeks ago

and she's due to sail out

in another week.

- What's she carrying?

- The manifest says sugar.

Could be a cover

for something dodgy.

We'd better find a way

to get on board and find out.

MAN: Yeah, what about bilge?

MAN: Keep that hatch closed!

- MAN: Captain De Vere!

- What now?

- The davit's jammed again.

- Well, fix it.

There's been enough delays.

I want us back on schedule.

MAN:

We've tried but it won't budge.

I think it's broken.

Can't you do anything right?

So how did a good convent girl

like Bernadette

come to be in the cabin

of this Captain De Vere?

And why did he try to abduct her

from the Federal Hotel?

If it was him.

There's no car,

big, black or otherwise,

registered

in the name of De Vere.

Well, he's Belgian.

Must belong to an accomplice.

- What kind of car was it?

- A Cadillac.

Under normal circumstances

I'd take this to George.

Well, Commissioner Sanderson.

But you're already perilously

close to being out of a job.

You don't think it's wise

to antagonize him any further?

You're much more use to me

if you remain a policeman, Jack.

A policeman

who can't bring anyone

into the station

for questioning.

No offence but my parlor

is much more comfortable.

Why would a Gratitude girl

be in the cabin

of a Belgian sea captain?

We can only speculate

at the moment.

You think she was a stowaway?

That's one possible explanation,

yes.

Off to see the world.

But that doesn't explain

why Bernadette

carved the captain's name

into the penitence room wall.

Or why her hands were bound.

Perhaps she was discovered

in the hold.

Did Bernadette say anything

to the nuns about a ship?

She knew the name

of the captain.

So their paths

must have crossed.

- Any more than that?

- We don't know.

But whatever

happened to Bernadette,

we need to consider

Joan may have gone the same way.

PRUDENCE: You think

they ran away together?

(sighs) Perhaps I was

a little too snappy with Joan.

But she needed to learn.

Do you know if

any other girls went missing

from their Gratitude placements?

Jack, don't you think

you should pass all this

information on to Father?

Do you think that's wise?

Considering he took Jack

off the case.

He didn't have a choice.

The Bishop

was breathing down his neck.

And your constant meddling

hasn't helped.

FLETCHER: Darling, Jack's right.

As the new Chief Commissioner,

George's hands are even more

tightly bound that Jack's.

I'll get you a list

of the Gratitude employers.

- My address book's in the car.

- Good.

I'll get them onto Collins.

You've really made things worse

for Jack, you know.

Unusually devoted, isn't she,

for an ex-wife.

BERT: Pandarus was due to sail

next week.

But it turns out

she's sailing tonight.

- Sudden change in itinerary.

- Well, that's suspicious.

- She could have sailed already.

- Nah.

She won't go through the heads

until slack water.

Tonight around midnight.

I'll inform the Commissioner.

He'll have to act now.

You can wait for Sanderson

to act but I'm certainly not.

No, wait. Wait.

Whether he's trading

in kidnap or murder,

that captain's

a nasty piece of work.

I don't want anyone

to go near the docks.

Please, Miss Fisher.

Do what you're told

just this once.

I'll let you know what I find.

The Inspector's right. It's far

more dangerous than I imagined.

But I am well armed

and an excellent shot.

We can't do anything, miss?

A Thermos of tea

would be lovely.

What do you reckon, Cec?

Fists of steal?

Could be risky.

If weaponry is

your only problem, gentlemen,

I may be able to assist.

And this is the Mauser

"Broomhandle" semi-automatic.

Not quite as impressive

as the MP18,

but so much more compact.

These should do the job.

Thanks, Mr B.

Happy to help.

- You said that was handed in.

- Found at the docks.

Near the Pandarus.

That is certainly enough

for a raid warrant.

Good. We've only got

a few hours before she sails.

If you organize

the paperwork and the manpower,

Collins and I

can head to the docks.

I'm afraid not, Jack.

Look, I appreciate your help.

But this is not

your investigation

and you have already

overstepped the mark.

O'Shaughnessy's an imbecile.

If that ship sails, you'll be

letting a murderer get away.

I am aware of O'Shaughnessy's

limitations, Jack.

That's why I'll be

leading this raid myself.

But I'm ordering you

to stop interfering.

If you disobey,

I won't hesitate to dismiss you.

(screaming)

The doctor says it's too late

to go to the lying-in home.

He'll get here

as soon as he can.

I don't need a doctor.

It's not my time.

- Hold on to me.

- (moans)

Oh, dear.

I'll boil up some water

and get the scissors sterilized.

And bring some towels,

Mr Butler. Loads of towels.

No, no, no, no,

don't bring anything!

- It's not my time!

- Nonsense, girl.

(cries) Bless me, Father,

for I have sinned.

I have been bad and wicked

and God is going to let the nuns

take my baby away.

God will do nothing of the kind

or he'll be answerable to me.

Now pull yourself together,

girl. You've got work to do.

It's not called labor

for nothing.

(cries and moans)

No sign of the black car.

No-one on deck either.

It looks like

the coast is clear.

Keep your head down

and the doors locked, Dot.

You know what they say

about rats and sinking ships.

Maybe De Vere's been warned.

If he had been Pandarus would be

halfway out to sea by now.

Well, if they are

hiding anybody on board,

it's gonna be hard to find them.

Smugglers are a crafty lot.

How do you think we get your

Champagne into the country?

Or that Russian caviar

you're so partial to.

Here I was thinking you picked

it up from Victoria Markets.

(clanking)

Who's there?

- Joan!

- Miss Fisher!

Is that you? I can't see!

(Joan sobs)

- Joan, it's alright.

- Please, we have to leave.

- Please, they'll come back.

- Sh.

- Please.

- You're safe now.

You're safe now.

Here.

This tea should keep you warm.

Here.

What's happened to Miss Fisher?

- I hope she finds the others.

- What others?

I was locked up with the others

before they brought us water.

That's when I escaped.

Come on. We're going back.

Rightio.

Get out of the car! Come here!

Oh, you poor lambs.

(gun cocks)

I'm afraid

I'll have to tie you up.

But I'm sure you'd prefer

your own cabin anyway.

Come down.

Now.

Collins.

Any news on the raid?

No, sir,

but I managed to track down

some more details

on that black motorcar.

It's registered to a company,

sir. An SWF Exports.

SWF. Sounds familiar.

Who owns it?

What are you doing here, Jack?

I told you

everything was under control.

Doesn't look like it.

Where's your manpower?

I will handle this

any way I see fit.

You two set one foot on that

ship, your jobs are finished.

- You can go, Collins.

- No.

Thank you, sir.

You can reprimand me.

You can dismiss me if you like.

But I am searching that ship.

Where is she?

I told you not to set foot

on this ship.

George, what the hell

are you covering up?

I warned you, Jack.

Constable, handcuff him.

Handcuff him to this post.

And leave him there.

Miss Fisher!

Phryne! Miss Fisher!

- (mumbling)

- Miss Fisher! Where are you?

- Miss Fisher!

- PHRYNE: Jack!

Jack!

- Miss Fisher!

- Jack!

Jack! The girls are locked in

the front hold

and Fletcher's behind it all.

(gunfire)

We've got to get the girls

before Fletcher does!

Hey!

Dottie!

Fletcher!

Stop! Stop!

- Shall we fish him out, sir?

- Suppose we have to.

Make sure you take your time.

Dot, Bert, Cec, well done.

Fists of steal, miss.

Fists of steal.

You wouldn't let me take my vows

so I was serving the Church

however I could.

By sending those girls away?

Ten pounds a piece,

De Vere paid me.

And every penny of it went into

the good works fund, Mother.

I swear it. Ten pounds a piece!

And Fletcher made sure

all the chosen girls

were white, fair-haired,

and virtuous.

What's known in the trade

as "white gold."

You used innocent girls

to further your own cause.

Innocent? They were born

out of wedlock, most of them.

The offspring of whores.

Their souls were already lost.

It's your soul that's lost,

Perpetua.

I lost them

at the back of that car.

PHRYNE:

And Bernadette found them

when De Vere tried

to abduct her the same way.

Your spectacles

were Bernadette's warning.

To flee.

She left them for me?

PHRYNE: Along with the clue

that we needed to find you all.

But why did they kill her?

She'd already escaped once.

And she knew too much.

PHRYNE: The captain was

carrying out Fletcher's orders.

I hope he burns in hell.

JACK:

Fletcher's bargaining power.

All souvenirs

from the best clients,

the best brothels, in town.

There is nothing of mine

in that box.

I tried to close down

the brothels.

He couldn't blackmail me.

But he could bribe you.

By promising to bring down

Commissioner Hall with all this.

So you could take his place.

You'll have to prove it first.

True.

And luckily, we have a witness.

The night

of my aunt's Gratitude dinner,

her scullery maid, Joan,

overheard you and Fletcher

having a heated discussion

on the verandah.

We know you did him favors,

protected Fletcher,

turned a blind eye to his cargo.

PHRYNE: Joan wasn't meant to be

on that ship, was she.

She was abducted

because she'd heard too much.

Who's going to believe the word

of a guttersnipe?

Against that of the

Chief Commissioner of Police.

My aunt, Prudence Stanley,

happens to be very fond of Joan.

So she will come

with the highest references,

and have the best legal

representation money can buy.

I looked up to you, George.

I respected you.

I didn't know what Fletcher

was up to, Rosie, I swear.

How could you not know?

Those poor girls!

Please.

Please try to understand.

How could you?

How could you?

I can't look at you.

ROSIE: Oh, God!

(sobs)

- I'm sorry.

- Ooh! Don't! Don't!

(sobs)

- Are they always this red?

- Always.

But the doctor says

this one is as strong as an ox.

Aren't you, my little man?

Wonderful. Now all we need to do

is find a placement for Mary.

She already has a placement,

with me.

Once she's completely recovered,

of course.

- Doing what?

- She can assist Cook.

I have no doubt that her soup

will come up to scratch

once she's had

a bit of practice.

And her flummery?

Quite good, actually.

It's alright, Mrs Stanley.

I can take over.

Good. Thank you, Dot.

Bye-bye.

(knocking)

How am I going to be able to

come home to you and our kids?

When my head's so full of all

these terrible things people do.

That girl wasn't much younger

than you, Dottie.

If you hadn't met Miss Fisher,

that could have been you.

But I did meet Miss Fisher.

And it wasn't me.

And there are good things

in the world too.

Look.

I thought you were with Rosie.

I was.

Is it too late?

Never.

I've never seen her

like that before.

She was in shock.

She just needed some company.

She needed you, Jack Robinson.

The man who always does

the right thing.

The noble thing.

- Not always, Miss Fisher.

- Was that the baby?

Oh. It's very late, Inspector.

Yes. Yes, it is.

But I'm glad

we cleared up that detail.

So am I, Jack. So am I.

- (baby gurgles)

- It's alright, little man.

I'm coming.

Until our next

murder investigation then.

I look forward to it.

The investigation,

not the murder.

Of course.

Jack.

Miss Fisher.