All language subtitles for Episode 5 - Raisins and Almonds

Saul?

Try not to resist. Shh.

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�120. �120.
Do I see �121?

Thank you, sir. �121
to the gentlemen in the back row.

Where's Saul?
He should be back by now.

�123.

�150.

Uh, �150 going once...

going twice...

and sold.

Shame!

Shame on you all to use the Kadimah

to raise money
for your selfish propaganda.

Around the world,
our people are being persecuted.

And you would have us do nothing?

You talk to me of persecution,
Yossi Stein?

You, who were born to a good family
in Carlton?

Simon! Come.

Run, little lamb. Papa calls you.

I warned you to stay away
from Yossi Stein.

The funds were for the Kadimah.

Excuse me, but that's my painting.

Simon, explain the situation.

I took the painting
without my father's permission.

I didn't know its value,
and you never liked it.

Margaret Preston
is a talent to watch.

So now I like it.

If you ever tire of the painting,
please give me a call.

Mr Abrahams, come quickly.
It's Saul Michaels.

Saul? Saul?
He was fitting.

I made sure
he couldn't hurt himself.

Saul? Can you hear me, Saul?

What is happening?
It looks like epilepsy.

I'm sorry. Your friend is dead.

Dear boy! No!

- I don't understand.
- Saul was an epileptic.

He was never even ill.

Perhaps we should
call the police. Of course.

Try City South Police Station,
Inspector Jack Robinson.

Well, I dare say
I should close the shop.

although I briefly owned that
Margaret Preston painting over there,

until it proved to be
stolen property.

It's always complicated with you.

The deceased's name
is Saul Michaels.

He worked as an apprentice cobbler
for Chaim Abrahams.

Ben Abrahams is Chaim's brother,
and also the landlord.

He owns the entire building.

It was poison.

I'll be my hat on it.

I'm not sure it'd suit me.

A man has just dropped dead
in her shop

and she's pretending to
go about her business

as though it was
of little consequence.

I'll be interviewing Miss Lee
thoroughly...

in private.

Come on, Jack.
I called you, remember?

If you call the Fire Brigade,

you don't get to stick around
and put out the fire.

A warm teapot in the cupboard,
a broken cup in the bin,

and a fragment of handle
under the body.

I'll continue
questioning Miss Lee here

while Miss Fisher maintains
complete radio silence.

What's your relationship
to the deceased?

He's a customer.

Do you make cups of tea
for your customers?

Not usually, no.

Did you make a cup of tea for anyone
today? Yourself, perhaps?

I don't recall.

This teapot is still warm.
I must have made tea after all.

I'm confused. When, during
the whole affair, did you have time?

While I was waiting for him
to come to.

You chose to put away
your tea things

rather than seek medical attention
for a dying man?

I thought he was fitting.

I'd like you to accompany me down to
the station for further questioning.

Miss Fisher,
that offer does not extend to you.

Saul was a good boy.
No-one wished him ill.

Listen to him. So sentimental.

You think this incident
might be the result

of something the deceased
was involved in?

I have my suspicions.
You didn't know him at all.

I knew he was a Zionist.

Saul Michaels thought that
all life's problems would be solved

by the return of the Jewish people
to the Land of Israel.

We will need the body for burial
as soon as possible.

I'm afraid there'll have to be
an autopsy.

If there's anything we can do
to expedite the process,

for religious purposes.

I'll let the coroner know.

When's the wedding?
You have to let me make your dress.

Uh, no rush.

We have to find the money for
a deposit on our own place first.

Yeah, it's still early days.
Plenty of time to work all that out.

My uncle has offered us
a concessional ten-acre allotment

off his farm in Echuca, though...

but we're not sure.

Oh, there you go.

Cec has always dreamed of becoming
a farmer. Haven't you, Cec?

Cec, you should have said!

What Cec doesn't know about the land
isn't worth knowing.

Well, we can't afford it anyway,
so...

If it's only about finances,
I wouldn't worry.

You can sell your share in the cab
to Joe McPherson.

Really?
Yep.

Joe's been trying to cut into
the partnership for a while now.

I'll go and see him today.
Oh, Bert. Thank you.

Don't mention it. I just want to see
that everyone's happy.

Oh, that was nice.

Excuse me, I'm looking for
a Miss Fisher.

You found her.
Filthy-rich house on the corner.

Thank you.
Where you going?

I'm going to see Joe McPherson
to get you a cheque.

Do I get a say in any of this?
I'm only trying to help.

It's what you want, isn't it?

Nice respectable little place
in the country?

Appreciate the congratulations,
Bert. Thanks.

I appreciate you telling me
you'd rather be a bloody farmer

than drive a cab with me.

Miss Lee has been charged
with Saul's murder.

We would like to hire you
to prove her innocence.

How intriguing.
What makes you think she is?

I have known Miss Lee
for over ten years

and in that time
she has proved herself

to be a person
of the utmost integrity.

The evidence suggests otherwise.

The evidence
is purely circumstantial.

There's no motive.

And your interest in helping her
is because...

I have done well
since arriving as a migrant

in your wonderful country...

And?

And when I see the opportunity to
give back to the community, I do so.

How very neighbourly of you.

Miss Lee is also a very good tenant,

and good tenants
are hard to come by.

As my son has pointed out to me
more than once.

So, will you take on the case?

I'm not sure you'll like my rates.

The Margaret Preston.

You know the way
to an art lover's heart.

Such fearful drawings.

We found them on the shelves
in Miss Lee's bookshop. Oh, dear.

And it seems Saul Michaels
was quite the radical young Zionist.

Perhaps he and Miss Lee had a row
over the texts.

Do you have the autopsy results?

We're waiting on a report, but the
Coroner's convinced it's poisoning,

probably strychnine.

We found rat poison in her cupboard.

Could someone else have put it there?

Well, apart from the landlord,

there was only one other customer
in the shop that morning.

An old soldier
looking for somewhere warm.

Boer War. I see.

And Yossi Stein was the auctioneer
at the Kadimah.

Why is he written down?

He arrived at the bookshop
with Saul Michaels,

but he didn't even set foot inside,

which puts more suspicion
on Miss Lee.

Hmm... It's all feeling rather neat.

You should be pleased with yourself.
You called it in a shot.

May I have a word with her?

Is it a personal
or professional visit?

Miss Lee.

Hardly the visitor I expected,
Miss Fisher.

I've been hired by Saul Abrahams
to investigate his friend's death

and your innocence.

I thought you'd already
made your mind up about my guilt.

I'm hoping
you'll convince me otherwise.

Tell me about Saul Michaels.

He was an intellectual
and a scholar. He liked books.

He was also a Zionist.
So? I sympathise.

How can anyone not understand
the yearning for a Jewish homeland

after the pogroms in Russia?

And yet you keep anti-Semitic texts
in your shop?

I also keep books on golf,
Miss Fisher.

It doesn't mean I follow the sport.

I believe in freedom of speech,
even for idiots.

You said Saul Michaels was returning
a British Hansard to the shelf

when he collapsed.

Yes.

I'm not sure of the exact volume,

but the details will be
on my lending file.

Tell me about the rat poison.
I keep it in my cupboard.

For what purpose?
To kill rats.

If you don't mind my saying,
you didn't seem very distressed.

Because I didn't break down in tears
and bear my soul?

How could you begin to know
how I'm feeling?

Put the book down.

Damn! My gun!

I think you take unnecessary risks,
miss.

On this occasion,
you might be right, Dot.

I've been searching through this book
from cover to cover

and for the life of me,

I can't work out why people
are prepared to kill for it.

Well, I had some luck with that
old digger in the bookshop, miss.

According to the Military Museum,

there aren't many Boer War veterans
living in the Melbourne area,

and only one with the kind of medals
Miss Lee described...

Mr Archie Davies.

Excellent sleuthing work, Dot.

And you tracked down
Mr Davies's address?

Yes, miss, there's some lodgings
in Carlton,

but he was evicted three months ago.

Though the manager did imply
that he was a very loyal patron

of every public bar in the city.

Sounds like a job for Cec and Bert.

A Mr Abrahams is downstairs, miss.

The young, attractive one, I hope.

Joe McPherson's made you an offer.

Says he'll be good for money
in a couple of days.

So that's it?
Oh, and best of luck.

Hope it's worth it.
Hang on a tick, Bert!

You can argue the price
with McPherson,

but as far as I'm concerned,
our partnership is done.

Leave whenever you like.

Morning.
Miss Fisher has a job for you.

Well, Dot, you can tell Mr Yates

he's no longer part of this
household and he can be on his way.

And you can tell Mr Johnson I'm not
going anywhere until I choose to.

Oh, stop it, both of you.

While you're under this roof,
you both still work for Miss Fisher.

And, as it happens,

she asked particularly
for the two of you to work together

to locate this suspect.

She said that, did she? Together?

That's what she expects.

You're a team, so if you want the
job, you'll have to act like one.

You heard what Dotty said.

What Dotty don't know
won't hurt her, will it?

It's every man for himself now.

They're from my father's garden.

They're beautiful.

Mr Butler, the Noritake vase
would be... just perfect.

Please, take a seat.

You said you had some evidence.

Does this have any significance
for you?

A British Hansard, 1920, volume 40.

No. Should it?

According to Miss Lee's records,

Saul Michaels borrowed it
from the bookshop

and returned it the day he died.

And last night, someone broke into
the bookshop trying to retrieve it.

They were prepared to risk their life
for it...

and mine.

All part of the job,
and I beat them to the post.

Well, then this book
must mean something.

I've searched it
from front cover to back,

but, for the life of me,
I can't determine its worth.

Do you have a letter opener?

My parents hid valuables
in the spines of books

when they emigrated to Australia.

May I?

Miss Lee will have to forgive us.

How clever!

From the Kabbalah.

But why would Saul
leave it in the bookshop?

Because the bookshop
was our secret meeting place.

I too believe in the Zionist cause.

Why didn't Miss Lee
tell me about this?

Because my father would evict her

if he knew that
she was supporting their cause.

She has more to fear
than losing a bookshop.

Mmm.

Do you know what these words mean?

I'm not certain,

but I do know someone
that could help.

This song, Raisins and Almonds,
it was a favourite of Saul's.

My friend here is investigating
the death of Saul Michaels.

I don't think we've officially met.
Mr Yossi Stein, isn't it?

I hear you were at
Miss Lee's bookshop yesterday.

And that is a crime?

Mr Stein,
I've unearthed some evidence

that may explain your friend's death,

but I need help to understand it.

Gentlemen, as respect to your friend,
if you know something, please speak.

Saul was a student of Kabbalah,
religious philosophical teachings.

It may be from one of his books.
That is all I know.

And this handwritten annotation,
do you know what that means?

It looks like Old Hebrew.

Perhaps I could translate, but I
would need to refer to some texts.

If I can study it...

Thank you, but if you can't
translate for me right now,

I can study texts myself.

And this is valuable evidence.

Where are Saul's lodgings?

He kept a room
above my uncle's shop.

I'd like you to take me there.

Good day, gentlemen.

Looks like a whole laboratory
up here.

Saul was a student of science.

He was a great help with the leather
glues and dyes for the shop.

Well, whatever he was cooking up,
it certainly creates a right pong.

Be careful with that.
Who knows what these chemicals are?

Any idea what these scribblings
are about?

I left school to learn my trade
at 15.

Simon here would know more about
these things than me.

Uncle Chaim makes the best shoes
in Melbourne.

He cared for Saul like his own son.

You mentioned the Kabbalah?

The Kabbalic teachings try to divine
the nature of the universe.

The essence of life itself.

That's where he tore the page.

May I keep this?
Of course.

Excuse me. A-a customer.

Do you know if Saul had a girlfriend?

I doubt his religious studies
left time for that.

You might be surprised.

A perfect match for your brooch.

I thought it lost.

Where did you find it?
Under Saul Michaels's bed.

Were you having a dalliance
with Saul?

That is none of your business.

For goodness sake, woman, I'm trying
to save you from the gallows!

Yes.

We were lovers.

The others, his friends,
knew nothing.

He would come to my shop for books
on philosophy and science.

But Saul was so widely read.

He could quote all the poets

and he would tell me stories
about his childhood in Europe.

And he would read to me,

translations of Yiddish poems
and songs.

His favourite was
Raisins and Almonds.

So that's why you tidied up
the china.

To hide the true nature
of your relationship?

Tongues wag cruelly
around this neighbourhood.

Tongues wag cruelly all across town.

A single woman,
trying to make ends meet...

Saul had more to lose than I.

He had a wife in Poland.

They married at 16,
but when he left,

she promised that
she would wait for him

until they could be together
in the Holy Land.

So we both knew that
when his Zionist dream came true...

it would be the end of our dream
of being together.

And he thought that
that day had come.

I don't understand.

The night before he died,

Saul told me that he had finally
found a way to make them all rich,

rich enough
so that they could leave Australia

and help create a Jewish homeland.

He was so full of hope.

But I just let him die, didn't I?

I just let him die.

Uh, Miss Fisher, the inspector
would like a word before you leave.

Do you know what it's about?

Uh, I believe it's to do with
a break-and-enter,

property damage and trespass
on the scene of a crime.

What evidence do you have that it was
me who broke into the bookshop?

An Hispano-Suiza
parked outside at the time.

If a tree falls in a forest...

You're very likely somewhere
close by wielding the axe.

Well, I didn't break the window.

That was done by a man
in a black trench coat with a hat.

The same man who attacked me when
I tried to stop him stealing a book.

He attacked you?

Well, I disturbed him
and he ran off with the book.

I gave chase
and he took a shot at me,

so I did the only thing
I could in the circumstances.

You called for help?
I stabbed him in the shoulder.

Did you at least get a good look
at this fellow?

No. He escaped into the night.

Oh. Well, this autopsy report
is just as mysterious.

No traces of strychnine
in his blood,

nothing in the teacups or pot
and nothing in the stomach contents.

So it wasn't rat poison?
No, and it wasn't ingested.

It could have been inhaled
or injected.

He had no wounds or abrasions

apart from a paper cut
on his index finger.

And if that was the entry point,

it must have been
an extremely lethal poison.

Mmm.

And the victim had
black smudge marks

on his left and right index fingers
and thumbs.

I've met someone else
with marks on his hands like that.

Yossi Stein, young Zionist.
You'll find him at the Kadimah.

He was the one who accompanied Saul
to the bookshop that morning

and I suspect he's hiding something.

It could be related to this.

It was in the book
our mystery thief was after.

Hidden in the spine of the Hansard.

And, of course, you were about to
hand it in as evidence?

I'm sure I just did.

Now I need it back

so I can have this sentence
translated from Ancient Hebrew.

I doubt my Ancient Hebrew
will impress you,

but I studied enough science
to recognise those symbols.

This is the symbol for lead
and the symbol for gold.

He who could turn lead into gold
could cure all disease

and make men immortal,
theoretically.

But how does it help Miss Lee?

She wouldn't have killed him, Jack.

She loved him.

They were having an affair.

He was married.
It happens.

Well, there's your motive.

Miss Lee wouldn't be the first woman
to kill in a jealous rage.

Miss Lee doesn't seem the type
to rage.

Then she poisoned her lover quietly
rather than lose him.

Good afternoon, miss.

Mr Abrahams, the young one,
is waiting for you.

Miss Fisher, I've come to apologise.

I'm afraid I haven't been
completely frank with you.

Continue.

My father would be able to translate
for you... from the Ancient Hebrew.

I'm sure of it.
Why didn't you ask him?

Because I know that
he would refuse me.

The idea of his son
having anything to do with

those that would rather leave to
chase a Jewish dream of nationhood

fills him with despair.

He doesn't want to lose his son.

So I think it would be best

if you were the one
to ask for my father's help.

He will be checking repairs at
the bookshop this evening at five

if you choose to speak with him.

Perhaps you'll come to supper
this evening around eight

and I'll tell you how I fared.

I look forward to it.

I can see myself out.

Another job for you, Dot.

It seems our poison wasn't strychnine
after all.

We're after something
much more lethal, to the touch.

Any other clues, miss?
Not at the moment.

Ask Doctor Mac her advice on
the most dangerous poisons available.

Oh, and any news
on the Boer War front?

Uh, not at this stage, miss,

but I have every faith
in Cec and Bert.

They're a very good team.

Name's Archie Davies,
old Boer soldier. Decorated,

Won the Queen Vic medal.
Yeah, I know the bloke.

I haven't seen him
for a while, though.

You might try The Royal
down here in Dumaresq Street.

Thanks.

Oi, Cec!

Oh.

I was hoping to meet
your brother here, Mr Abrahams,

to ask him a favour.

Good luck to you then.

Ah. And look who should come.

Chaim, we have a meeting
at the Kadimah.

I had hoped that
you would be finished by now.

And you should always have hope,
brother.

But, you see,
I disappoint you yet again.

I need your help with
my investigations, Mr Abrahams.

I understand that you can translate
from Old Hebrew.

Yes, our parents could only afford
a classical education

for their smartest son.

This is mystical nonsense.

But it was important to Saul,

and I suspect it has something
to do with his death.

Show me.

'The invisible will become visible
only through flames.'

That was your father's translation.

The keys to the Kabbalah
are light and heat...

the endless light of the divine
and the flame of creation.

It might take me more than one
evening to completely understand.

There is a whole centre for study at
the Hebrew University in Jerusalem,

and they still have not solved
the mystery.

Speaking of your faith, Mr Abrahams,

should you be sitting this close
to a lady Gentile?

As long as I don't hold your hand...

or dance with you...

or kiss you goodnight.

And I'm happy to tempt fate.

Are you, now?

What was that?

It seems fate has intervened.

Yossi?!
What do you want?

Where would you like it?
In the head or in the heart?

The head's better for you,
but more mess for me,

though I'm running low on ammunition
and I'd rather save my last bullet.

Please, no.

Then answer the question.
What are you doing here?

For the formula.
What formula?

For alchemic perfection.
To turn lead into gold.

It's absurd.

They're just stories, Yossi. Ideas.
No-one can do that.

No. It's true.
Saul was experimenting.

And he told us all
that he'd made a discovery,

an invention to raise money
for the cause.

Are you alright, miss?

I'm fine. Just an unexpected visitor.
Simon will help me entertain him.

Goodnight, then.
Goodnight.

Keep talking.
Who was Saul trading with?

He wouldn't tell me.
It was too dangerous.

That day in the bookshop -
was it a rendezvous?

Yes.

But something must have gone wrong.

He was doublecrossed.

Are you the only one who knew
what Saul was up to?

Did you take a shot at me?

That night in the bookshop?
No.

Unbutton your shirt.

Get out. Now.

Before I decide to have the police
charge you

with breaking into my house.

What is invisible
that the flames make visible?

Do you have a match, Constable?
What are you trying to match, sir?

My wits against Miss Fisher's...
if my hunch is right.

Don't you burn it.

There is your formula.

Miss Fisher!

Sorry to interrupt, miss.
He was rather insistent.

It's Yossi Stein.
You need to come quickly.

My uncle found him here,
stone-cold.

What was he trying to do?

That beaker in his hand
contains pure mercury.

You think he took his own life?
No.

I think someone would like us
to believe he did.

Right-o, then. I'll keep looking.

Oh, sorry, mate.
I'm not your mate!

Steady on!

Hey! Oi!

He's with me.

Just horsin'.

You right?
Right as rain.

Thanks.

Keep it down!
There's people trying to sleep.

Your name Archie Davies?

Nice set of medals you've got there.

What?

Well, it's not as easy
as our Miss Fisher thinks

to narrow it down, Dot.

There are poisons everywhere.

It's a matter of how likely you are
to come in contact with them.

Everywhere?

But some commonly regarded poisons
won't kill you right away.

Take mercury, for example.

It might not strike you down
instantly,

but it will make you
as mad as a hatter.

How horrible!

But not usually fatal,

so I suspect whatever despatched him

was the same poison
that finished off his friend Saul.

Miss Fisher thinks it's a poison
that kills on contact.

Still, doesn't help me much.

There's a whole host
of possible spiders,

and poisonous plants are everywhere.

That vase of flowers would kill you
if you went about it the wrong way.

No. Lovely purple bloom there.
Wolfbane.

Contains aconite, one of the most
poisonous substances in the world.

Right. Where is this cobbler's shop
they want me at?

Mr Butler trimmed them himself.

Might be an idea
to wear gloves next time.

I've got some butadiene, styrene,

potassium persulphate and mercaptan.

Thanks, Mac.
I knew I could rely on you.

I'm only here because I was born
with the type of inquiring mind

that often gets me into trouble.

What's your excuse?

I thought I was solving a murder,

but I'll settle for gold
if that's what we come up with.

Maybe I made a mistake somewhere.

Saul studied in Hebrew,
which is written right to left,

so perhaps try inverting the formula.

What's that?
I can see something forming.

Wake up, Jack.
It's coagulating.

Any second now.

Don't touch!
Ow!

Impatience is your middle name.
Virtue was already taken.

Remind you of anything?

Why, it's...
Rubber.

Artificial rubber.

In an expanding world market,

the formula for artificial rubber
would be worth...

Its weight in gold.

Exactly.

So if Saul dropped this formula off,
who was meant to pick it up?

And where was his reward?

Maybe that's where our Boer War
veteran can help us.

Cec and Bert are still trying to
track him down.

Oh, relying on those two
red-raggers. Lord help us.

Can't vouch for his table manners.

How about we put him in the fernery?

He doesn't look like
a very promising witness.

Bit of a kip and a bucket
of cold water, that'll help.

Come on.

See how much better things are
when you two cooperate?

What were you doing in the bookshop?

I was doing a favour.

Delivering a... a...

A book for this fella.

What book? Was it called Hansard?

Don't think so.

You don't remember anything else?

I just... just returned the book,
that's all.

Asked me to put it
with them other books,

the ones you said - Hansons.

There's no crime in that, is there?

The fellow who got you to do this,

can you describe him for me?

Don't remember much.

Think back.

I can't imagine it's every day
somebody asks you to deliver a book.

I'm not good with... faces.

My memory's shot ever since the war.

This man who you can't remember,
did he pay you?

I-I don't rightly remember.

Thank you for your help, Mr Davies.

Well, that was a waste, miss.

Bucket of porridge, bacon and eggs
and a pint of coffee,

all for nothing.

A good breakfast is never wasted
on a hungry man, Dot.

And on the contrary, I think
we're making very good progress.

Oh, careful, miss.
Those flowers are dangerous.

Who told you that? Your priest?
No, no, no. Doctor MacMillan.

They used to grind up the roots
of those purple ones

and use them for poison arrows.

How fascinating!

Door's open.

I won't ask how you got in.

Yossi believed Saul was doing
some kind of deal

the morning he came to the shop.

And we know he deposited the book
with a formula in it that morning,

so he would have been expecting
some kind of...

reward.

I assume this is where
our Boer War veteran comes in.

20 minutes before
Saul Michaels arrived.

You can't fit �5,000 into a book,

but it could have been a bank cheque,
money order,

even a safety deposit key.

Miss Lee couldn't remember
the digger carrying anything at all.

She thought he had
nowhere else to go.

This book, it's the one
Miss Lee talked about,

Saul's favourite.

If he was poisoned through that cut
on his hand...

Raisins and Almonds -
that's the one he read to her.

Looks like blood.
Yes.

I think we should handle this book
with the greatest respect.

You didn't see that.

A blade explains the paper cut.

I suspect that powder is aconitum,
derived from wolfbane.

The prettiest purple flowers,

but the poison from the roots
attacks the nervous system,

causing fitting, nausea...

You're an expert in botany
as well as criminology now?

I confess some help from Doctor Mac.
Ah.

I take it you know
where this plant can be sourced.

I'll know for certain by the time
you test the murder weapon.

An impressive array of blooms
you have, Mr Abrahams.

You did not come here
just to admire my flowers.

You choose to cultivate
a very dangerous genus...

unfortunately for Saul.

I'm afraid I am not following.

There seems to be a plant
missing from here.

A very poisonous plant.

What is it you are trying to say
to me, Miss Fisher?

Speak directly!

Ben, come quickly!

They have Simon.
Who?

Someone rang the doorbell.
All that was there was this note.

It says that they will kill him.
Unless we meet their demands.

What do they want? Money?

A formula. They will release him
in exchange for it.

Formula? What formula?

How can we accede to their demands
if we do not have what they want?

I have the formula.
What are their instructions?

The vaults at the Eastern Market.

In vault 16,
we must leave the formula

and there will be instructions
to find Simon.

We must call the police.

They say if we involve them,
Simon will be killed.

We can take my motor car

and we should follow their commands
to the letter.

Not you, Dot. It's too dangerous.

Get to a telephone.
Call Inspector Robinson.

Ask him to meet me
at the Eastern Markets.

Quickly, Dot.

Good afternoon.
City South Police Station. Can...

Dot. Dot, calm down and speak slowly.
Inspector!

Ah, here's 16.

Did he pay you?

Uncle Chaim makes
the best shoes in Melbourne.

What do they want?

What is this?

Don't think for a moment
I won't shoot.

What are you doing?
I want to find my son.

Tell your brother what you've done.

If you kill me,
you will never find Simon.

You know where he is?

Off with the jacket.

That's where I stabbed him

when I caught him breaking into
the bookshop

for a formula he hoped would make him
thousands of pounds.

I don't care about that!
I want my son!

Take us to him. Now!

Untie him.

Stay back, Ben.
It's alright. He's alive.

Look out!

Get back!
Chaim, stop this madness!

You don't tell me what to do!

Uncle...
Stay out of it, Simon.

All I want is the formula.
It belongs to me.

What's the point?
You'll never get away now.

You won't stop me.
So it was you.

It was you behind everything.

He stole what was mine.

The idea to create artificial rubber
was mine.

I paid Saul to make the experiments.

He doublecrossed me.

He kept his discovery secret so he
could use the money for your cause.

So you killed him?
He betrayed me.

Saul was like a son to me,

but he treated me the same way
that everyone does,

like an ignorant fool.

And Yossi?
He accused me. I had no choice.

Yossi boasted to me
of Saul's discovery.

He thought he'd made gold.

There was no secret buyer.
It was me.

Put the gun down, Uncle.

Ben, tie her up.

No!

It came from the basement!

He's losing too much blood.

We need a doctor now.

Chaim, I beg of you,
let her go for help.

Now you are the one to come begging.
Chaim, please.

Put the gun down.
Stop, or I'll shoot.

No closer.

Chaim, why are you doing this?

Because it was my turn, brother.

You thought you were the only one
with a dream, huh?

The only one worthy of success?

With your... your big house
and your fine son.

Because you made me leave
all my treasures behind...

the village, my sweetheart,
all my hopes.

Put the gun down, Chaim.

Stay out of this, Miss Fisher.

Get back.

Get out of the way, damn it!

Put the gun down, Chaim.
Give it to me.

No.

No! Not even this!

That was a damn stupid thing to do.

I knew there were no bullets left.

I'll telephone an ambulance.

You're free to go, miss.

Simon Abrahams?
He'll recover.

But his uncle Chaim
will probably hang.

A life for a life.
How does that help?

It doesn't. Not in the least.

I'm just glad it wasn't your life.

Thank you.

Well, then,
Joe come through with the money?

No.

Took one look at the books
and reckoned he'd be a mug to buy in.

He did, did he?

I guess that means you won't be
buying the farm in a hurry.

Yeah. Oh, well.

What'll you do?
I don't know.

Alice's aunt lives in Elwood.
There's a bungalow out the back.

Well, you're still half-owner of
the business, for what it's worth.

And that's not much.
No.

But it's enough for me.

Pub?
Yeah.

What say we drink
in the ladies' lounge?

And why would that be?
So Alice can come along.

As long as I don't have to drink
shandies.

Jack?

Still here.

Poor Miss Lee.

Saul was lost to her
from the moment they met.

I've been contemplating
what to write to his wife.

Five years and half a world apart.

What kind of a marriage
can survive that?

I went to war a newlywed.

But you came home.

Not the man my wife married...
16 years ago.

War will do that to you.

My wife's been living with
her sister for some time now.

But a marriage is still a marriage,
Miss Fisher.

Especially to a man of honour.

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