All language subtitles for S02E09 Framed For Murder

(Giggling and laughter)

No!

(Cries as if in pain)

Argh!

All right, hold it there.

Move it out.

Roll the film.

And.. fire!

Cut.

Another two seconds of
an all-Australian masterpiece.

This is terrible, Phryne. As soon as I heard
he was dead, I thought of you.

- I shall take that as a compliment.
- The whole production is in turmoil.

To lose our leading man is bad enough,
but like this?

- What's the name of your film, Mr. Hirsch?
- Bride Of Babylon.

And is it a talkie?

Not every film has to be The Jazz Singer.

Surely there's still room for an historical epic
free from idle chatter?

Raymond can find a silver lining
in even the darkest cloud.

- That's what I've always liked about him.
- Thought it was my boyish charm.

I should warn you, this is no sight for ladies.

Perhaps Dorothy best wait here.

You needn't worry about Dot,
she's made of stern stuff.

- Miss Fisher.
- Hello, Jack.

For once it seems entirely appropriate
that you should turn up.

Of course, I'm the one who telephoned you,
after Raymond alerted me to the situation.

Phryne's one of the major investors on the film.

Being a detective herself..

I would have telephoned the police, of course.

Yes, of course.

Don't worry about the Inspector,
he's very discreet, Raymond.

Raymond is one of my childhood friends.

I'd be interested to hear your opinion,
Miss Fisher, as a fellow detective...

since I have no doubt you'll make
your opinions known at some point.

Well...

the amount of blood means
that he was alive when he was speared.

He doesn't appear to have been
restrained at all.

(Sniffs)

Drank himself to sleep by the smell of it.

A tragic accident, then?

Either he picked the wrong place to take a kip,

which makes him the unluckiest drunk
in the world, or he was placed here.

On purpose?

That depends, Raymond,
on these marks on the floor.

They suggest he was dragged here in his chair.

It's exactly what the Inspector thinks.

Make sure no one disturbs this
before the police photographer arrives.

Police photographer?

That's all a bit much.
Surely this is just a terrible accident?

I'm quite sure it isn't, Raymond.

Did anyone have a reason
to want your leading man dead?

- Do you attend the pictures, Inspector?
- Not if I can help it.

If you did, you'd know Donald Everton is one
of this country's most beloved screen idols.

Aunt Prudence adored his Roderick in The
Mallee Soldier, though it was some years ago.

He had no enemies, neither in the public
nor behind the scenes. A true gentleman.

And yet collapsed in a drunken stupor
at ten past nine in the morning.

Donald was a professional.
He never drank in the morning.

- He could have been there since last night?
- Where were you, Mr. Hirsch?

- Me?
- Yes, last night.

You think I murdered him?

I had to get my assistant to kill a spider
the other day. Phryne, tell him.

It's a fair question, Raymond.

I was out to dinner.

I have a house guest.

Look, Donald dying is the worst thing
that could happen right now.

I'm sure he didn't do it to inconvenience you.

Why would I jeopardise filming?
Everything I own is riding on this film,

my four picture theatres
are mortgaged to the hilt.

You never told me it was as dire as that!

- If I did, would you still have invested?
- I'll have to speak to your workers.

At this stage,
I think it's best if we avoid the M word.

- You reckon someone knocked him off?
- We're not drawing any conclusions.

And if someone did do him in?
We've got a film to shoot.

Did anyone see Donald Everton
arrive this morning?

No, I just assumed he was late.

- And you are?
- Clara Whiting, my assistant.

She also looks after the props, script pages...
everything, really.

If it helps, I did see Mr. Everton last night.

I delivered his script pages to his dressing room.

What time was that?

17 minutes past eight.

That's very specific. How can you be so sure?

A few minutes before,
I noticed one of the sparkies leaving.

And he signed out of the book at...

...8:15.

Are you always this observant, Miss Whiting?

Once I see something, it stays up here...

forever...like a photograph.

What time did you leave the building?

It was nine.

Apart from Donald,
was there anyone else still here?

I didn't see anyone.

Perhaps you could have another...

look around for me.

The Inspector does know
you're going to snoop around?

Ladies never snoop.
I'm going to discreetly search.

- He's got it in for me.
- You always were a scaredy-cat.

Because I wouldn't throw firecrackers
at the police?

- That was just a bit of fun.
- Your sort of fun always led to trouble.

It still does.

I would have, you know...
still invested in your film.

Why?

Let's just say I prefer the local product
to the import.

Not the most spacious of digs.

Donald would have changed in
a broom cupboard if I'd asked.

He was a real trooper.

Where's the bottle, I wonder?

One bottle, in all of this.

I'll help.

No, Dottie, Dottie, Dottie...

there's just some things a man has to do.

- (Groans)
- There.

What?

No, Dottie, we don't have time for that.

Picture Stars...

Movie Papers...

Cinema Romance.

Why would someone throw all these out?

Why would anyone read them in the first place?

It's all romance and no action.

Rumour has it the Fatty Finn film, The Kid
Stakes, will be remade into a talkie next year.

What? Where does it say that?

It doesn't.

That was uncalled for.

What is that?

Ah!

Found it!

PHRYNE: It appears Donald
didn't like to drink alone.

What a shame techniques in fingerprints
don't extend to lips.

Would you call that purple?

Luscious Plum.

That's Miss Lily Luscombe's
favourite shade of lipstick.

Give a girl credit for some taste,
he was twice my age!

- But you were in his dressing room last night.
- We were rehearsing.

Until what time?

Oh, I really can't remember.

It must have been after nine o'clock.

We seem to have come to
the same conclusion.

I knew you'd catch up.

Donald needed to rehearse.

The old ham would roll his eyes
and call it acting.

If he looked bad in a scene, I looked bad.

And you weren't about to let that happen?

Unlike certain people, I've trained on the stage.

I've paid my dues,
I have a reputation as a serious actress.

Did you two often drink together
when you were rehearsing?

It was impossible not to have a drink
with Donald.

All part of his rough charm -
a charm that got rougher with each sip.

He made advances?

The man was an octopus.

But I wasn't about to kill him
for trying to cop a feel.

If he made unwanted advances...

Miss Luscombe strikes me
as someone who can defend herself.

Maybe she did. The bottle was smashed.

But there were no signs of a fight on Donald.

No.

She was worried that his performance
would damage her reputation.

Then he'd have to be the first person
killed for bad acting.

I didn't realise film was one of your interests,
Miss Fisher.

I always imagined you
as a more astute investor.

That's how I can invest in the odd folly.

Raymond's my friend and...

Raymond!

I'm sending everyone home.
Still have to pay them for this morning.

- We'll resume tomorrow.
- Without your leading man?

Life was cheap in Babylon, Inspector.

Film, however, is not.

I'll have to adjust the scripts
but the show will go on.

Maybe you'll find someone better.

Donald had wonderful screen presence.

Not the most animated performer.

I'm not gonna damn the man
now he's dead, but...

action wasn't his strength.

Literally.

He was supposed to enter carrying Lily
and then throw her on the bed.

This was the fourth attempt.

I understand this wasn't the first fight
you had with Donald Everton.

I fight with everyone. That's what a director
does. That's how you make things better.

The producer dishes up
these pages of rubbish every day.

I spin it into gold, the actor takes all the credit.

Clara? Clara?

Coffee.

Now.

What was the fight about?

The old codger couldn't do the job.

Mind telling us where you went
after you left work last night?

- I've already told you. I didn't kill him.
- We'll need more than your word on that.

Well, does she need to be here?
I mean, she's not a copper.

No, but I am bankrolling
a substantial portion of your salary,

so I would advise you to answer
the Inspector's questions.

Sorry to interrupt.

You're very prompt.

I always have some ready.
Mr. Thackaway likes his Greek coffee.

We understand you left the building
at half past seven.

- I wonder who told you that.
- So that's a yes. Where did you go?

Didn't Clara mention that I like to have
a drink or two after work?

We don't finish fill after closing. So anyone
who sold me any alcohol was breaking the law.

I need to verify your alibi.
I don't care who sold you sly grog.

There was a back bar at the Peacock.

Are you happy now?

You've turned me into a lagger, just like you.

Miss Whiting didn't say a word.
We saw you thump Donald for ourselves.

Did Raymond show you the footage?

Why, that little weasel! He was the one
that wanted to give Donald the boot.

I did threaten to cancel his contract, yes.

A small detail you neglected to mention.

- I knew how it would look.
- The man's dead, Raymond.

It was an empty threat. I just wanted
to give him a kick up the backside.

I'd like to confirm you whereabouts last night.
You say you were with your housemate.

Inspector Robinson, Miss Phryne Fisher.

May I present Mr. Jefferson Clark.

The police are asking questions?

Should I be worried?

You see, the film has suffered a little setback.

Something of a big setback, as it seems.

What did you do - kill someone?

(Chuckles)

- My leading man was found dead this morning.
- You're kidding me?

And they think you killed him?

Cos er...correct me if I'm wrong,

but Raymond seems a little nervy
to be the gangster type, hm?

Mr. Hirsch tells us that the two of you
dined together last night.

Yeah. So?

What time did you return home?

It would have been...say, nine.

Then Raymond had some associates over
for a little soirée and we talked business...

mostly.

What business would that be?

Jefferson is Vice President of
Pegasus Studios in Hollywood.

You're a long way from home, Mr. Clark.

What brings you here?

Not the climate, that's for sure.

Who attended this soirée last night?
They'll need to confirm the time.

You could start with the maid.

She's a sweet girl.

Turns out she wants to be an actress.

I'm assuming Jefferson's employers
didn't send him halfway round the world

to lounge beside your pool.

He's here to wire the local cinemas for sound.

What happened to
"the historical epic free from idle chatter"?

There's no reason talkies can't exist
side-by-side with traditional films.

And I suppose a relationship
with an American studio

would add financial boost
to your future film productions.

I'm still considering the deal.

Jefferson's a lovely bloke
but he's not the sharpest.

Spent too long in the Californian sun,
if you ask me.

But he reckons, if I sign,

when Pegasus Studios releases a new film,
my cinemas will be the first to play them.

Tell them I want overtime.

Trouble?

Tiny compared to yours.

The studio wants me to play nursemaid
to some young actor out here on vacation.

- As if I haven't got enough to do.
- Is he any good?

Are you sure you want to keep these, Dot?
They really are quite fragrant -

and not in a good way.

It just seemed like such a waste.

And I thought my nephews might like them.

Really?

Your nephews are interested in...

...techniques of the Hollywood screen kiss?

Don't be embarrassed, Dot. There's no harm
in educating oneself in the cinematic arts.

Anyway...

...here's one of Mr. Palmer.

Vernon Palmer Junior,
up-and-coming Hollywood star.

Who just happens to be passing through
Melbourne. He really is quite striking.

Hardly someone who would murder
for a role in the Antipodes.

You should pack these away,
I'm going to put on my glad rags.

Hollywood's coming to dinner.

Are you quite sure you won't join us?

I'd much rather admire from afar, miss.

Good evening, everyone.

Thank you, Mr. Butler.

You're looking lovely this evening, Clara.

He really is very handsome, isn't he?

I've always thought so.

Phryne, darling,
may I introduce Vernon Palmer Junior?

Phryne Fisher. Welcome to Australia.

Delighted to be here.

- I take it you're my leading lady?
- Not exactly.

Though I'd happily lead you astray.

Would you mind? Through here for a second.

That's it, kid. Always make nice with the money.

It's so lovely to finally meet you.

You were saying you acted with Mary Pickford?

And you would not meet a more lovely lady -
present company excepted.

I seem to be next to you.

Lucky me.

Do you want to tell me how you can suddenly
afford an up-and-coming Hollywood star?

I've taken out a loan against my house.

- Oh, Ray!
- It's all right.

If I play my cards right,
I'll soon have access to more funds.

Do tell.

(Whistles Star-Spangled Banner)

And how much of your soul will
the American studios take in exchange?

I remember a time
when you weren't nearly so cynical.

I've learnt a lot about humanity since I was nine.

The President of Pegasus Studios
is a big fan of historical epics.

Sometimes you strike it lucky.

Are you all right, Clara?

You know, we're supposed to be
modern women.

We're supposed to be able to get
everything that we want.

But I wonder if all of that's true.

You do know Raymond and I are just friends?

That's a lovely shade.

Miss Luscombe gives me her leftovers.

That's generous of her.

So I can do this.

"A kiss from Miss Lily Luscombe
especially for you."

I'm afraid the conditions here won't be quite
as luxurious as you're used to in Hollywood.

There's only one luxury I care about,
my automobile.

I'm hoping we can make it something snazzy.

I'm not sure the budget
will really extend to that but...

I think I know just the vehicle.

Almost perfect, Mr. Butler. All you need now is...

...the cap.

Like an organ grinder's monkey.

Don't be so glum, Bert. You'll be driving
one of Hollywood's up-and-coming stars.

All you have to do is...keep an eye on him.

(Knock at door)

Good evening, Inspector, Constable Collins.

What's he like?

Vernon...

Vernon Palmer Junior, Mr. Butler.
What's he like?

His Wild West films are amazing, sir.

Did he tell you how they do those scenes where
he jumps from a freight train onto his horses?

Not that I've heard, Constable.

We're not here to stargaze, Mr. Butler. We're
here to see Miss Fisher on police business.

Donald Everton's body contained
high concentrations of a barbiturate.

He was poisoned?

The spears still killed him.

Constable Collins has been
gathering statements.

Three of your workers said Donald Everton
would arrive late every day

but you never pulled him up on it.

Film sets are full of gossips.

He argued with the director,
failed to remember his lines and held up filming.

Yes, all right, Donald was past his prime.

- Why didn't you sack him?
- One of my other investors, a bank,

committed funds on the condition
Donald was the leading man.

- Donald had me over a barrel.
- So your only option was to kill him?

Jack!

Your friendship does not exempt Mr. Hirsch
from our inquiries, Miss Fisher.

That's not an inquiry,
that's jumping to a conclusion.

I didn't kill him.

- Who else knew about the situation?
- Only me.

And Clara, of course.

Someone who wears Luscious Plum lipstick was
in Donald Everton's dressing room last night.

Yeah, I delivered his script pages.

You know that.

And stayed.

Why didn't you mention this earlier?

What's happening to Mr. Hirsch?

I don't know.

If the police think it was him, they're wrong.

I did it. I killed Donald.

With what?

White pills in a brown bottle.

I smashed them up
and I dissolved them in his whisky.

Why?

You don't know why because you didn't do it.

I did it.

And what's more, I can give you the pills.

I'll show you.

The key's underneath the telephone.

Top drawer.

Phenobarbital.

We have a little thing in the States
called a warrant.

We can search your office now or get a warrant
and do it in front of your employees.

- Phryne, Clara?
- I'm sorry, Mr. Hirsch.

We also don't say anything
until we talk to a lawyer.

I've confessed.

I drugged Mr. Everton.

Oh, Clara.

I don't know what to say.

Are you really going to stand there
and let her take the blame?

She's confessed.

Because she clearly thinks you did it.

Phryne, I swear I did not drug Donald.

But you have been drugging somebody.

Haven't you, Raymond?

The fighting between Gordon and Donald
was derailing the film.

But I swear I only drugged Gordon.

I know how terrible that sounds but...

You've seen what he's like,
I had to do something.

- Where did you get the Phenobarbital?
- My doctor prescribed it to help me sleep.

When I gave a small dose to Gordon
it made him...

calmer.

And you got Clara to put it into his coffee.

Four or five doses a day was enough
to keep the peace on set.

So how did your Phenobarbital end up
in Donald Everton's whisky?

I honestly have no idea.

You can go now, Mr. Hirsch.

You didn't get anything useful?

If you'd let me attend the interview...

So he could hide under your skirts?

Raymond is no coward, Jack.

When he was seven, he got caught red-handed
with a bucket of stolen peaches.

He spent two hours in the police cells
and his father whipped him soundly

but he never told anyone
that I was still up that tree.

Clearly he was more afraid of you.

Point is, he lies.

I'm doomed!
Everybody's gonna think I did him in.

You didn't even know
Vernon was in the country.

No...but you did.

You were right here when I found out.

I'm trying to help Raymond,
trying to save his picture. What are you doing?

It's over. It’s gone.

All of it - my house, the cinemas...

Pegasus Studios is prepared to wire you
the money to keep shooting.

All you gotta do is sign on the dotted line
and we can help you out.

I'm going to bed. I feel as if my head
were about to explode.

Yeah, well...

you rest up, buddy.

Do you mind if I take a look at that contract?

I left all the paperwork in Raymond's office.

I'd suggest we go back down there,
just the two of us, but...

it wouldn't be appropriate without Raymond,
would it?

Night.

(Jazz plays)

The hokey-pokey.

Taking an interest in your investment, I see.

Of course.

I spoke with a friend in Los Angeles last night.

- He made a few discreet inquiries.
- Is that so?

Seems you're not quite the high-flyer
you purport to be.

"Junior sales representative" doesn't have
quite the same ring to it as "vice president".

You got me.

I'm not vice president,
but I sure as hell ain't the mail boy, either.

Where's the harm in tooting my own horn, hm?

There you are, ladies.

How kind.

Thank you.

Let's get this show on the road. Clear the set!

Roll the film.

And...

...action!

- Cut!
- (Applause)

That's a keeper, but let's not get
ahead of ourselves, OK?

Swivel that camera round,
we'll get a close-up of Lily next.

- Wonderful, isn't he?
DOT: Yeah.

Yeah, he's a true talent.

A word?

- What have you got to lose?
- My career.

It looks so real at the pictures.

- It's treacle.
- Clara!

Coffee!

Dottie, Dottie.

The Inspector sent me
to collect more statements.

Is er...Vernon Palmer Junior around?

No, you've just missed his big scene.
But he's coming back for the close-ups.

Did you ask him about the freight train
and the horses?

He was very humble.
He gave all the credit to the stand-ins.

He said they do all the dangerous bits
and he kisses the girls.

Oh.

Lily, get to Make-up now.

I'm on my way.

Get a move on, sweetheart. Show time.

(Groaning)

Fix the bloody fuses!

All right, nobody move.

- (Gasps)
- Hugh, have you seen the Americans?

No, I missed his scene.

Stay here, I'm going to find them.

GORDON: OK, Clara, go and get the knife.

Al right, we'll take it from
Vernon taking off his robe.

We have Vernon, we have Lily...

...roll the film.

Action!

Vernon takes off his robe.

Vernon turns...

Cut.

- I'm sorry, did I get it wrong?
- No.

We need to get this covered up for this shot.

Look, stab him in the heart instead.

Look, I'll show you. Here.

Just grab the knife...

two hands, in the heart.

Like this.

(Groans)

(Grunts)

Hugh! Stand back.

CLARA: I don't understand.

That's the one we use for the stills...

the real one.

The prop knife was found back in the props box.

But...I left it out.
I put it on the table ready for the close-up.

Any chance you could have been mistaken?

No.

So when was the last time
you saw the prop knife?

It was just before the lights went out.

Where were you?

I put the knife back on the properties table.

I spoke to Dorothy,
then Gordon asked me for a cup of coffee.

I went to get the Thermos.

Leaving the properties table unattended?

Yes, but not for long.

Who else was near the props table?

Dorothy, Constable Collins, Gordon...

Anyone else?

I only remember the things that I see.

So after the lights went out, ...

- How long were the lights out?
- Less than a minute?

Long enough for someone to swap the knife.

That was meant to kill Vernon, not Gordon.

Why would anyone want to kill
two leading men?

To scuttle the film.

So how well do you really know Raymond?

Raymond's always been a dreamer
and his dreams are boundless,

which I'm sure you realise
isn't common in Collingwood.

Maybe the fear of ending up working at the
tannery with his brothers forced his hand.

Does your insurance policy indemnify you
against any loss the film might make?

No insurance policy will do that.

Most films lose money.

But you would be eligible for a payout
should the film not be completed?

A very meagre payout, barely covering costs.

But an opportunity to cut your losses,
nonetheless?

This is madness. I've just hired Vernon.
The film is going to be completed.

Phryne, tell him.

Phryne?

It was your suggestion that I go ahead with
making a film of my own in the first place.

"Why just screen the latest Hollywood movie?"
you said.

- Where were you this afternoon?
- Not much use telling you I was on my sick bed.

No, I must have crept out
and swapped the props knife!

You can hardly blame us, Raymond.
You haven't exactly been a paragon of virtue.

I was the one who called you in!

You hid the truth of the situation with Donald,
you were drugging the director...

All right! What do you want from me?
How can I prove I also want this killer caught?

If The Bride Of Babylon is to be completed,

it would seem to be in need of a director.

One who could keep a close eye on things.

You always did have a knack
for bossing people around.

- Don't you agree, Inspector?
- Yes.

Yes, I believe director would be the perfect role
for you, Miss Fisher.

You can operate a camera, can't you?

Of course.

Blindfolded, in the dark.

Em...

Ah.

(Door slams)

(Telephone being dialled)

Put that down.

Ah.

Hey, Annie Oakley.

I think you'll find she uses a rifle.

(Scoffs)

I'll tell you, this is one crazy country.

Back home,
society dames are holding tea parties.

Over here, they're packing pistols.

Not that I'm complaining.

I like a woman with a bit of spark.

Why are you here?

Taking an interest in your investment?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

We have a quaint custom here.

The person with the gun asks the questions.

Just calling the boss, that's all.

Got to do it when California's awake.

Permission to stand at ease.

Why are you in Australia?

Like I said...

you've got a lot of movie houses.

The studio wants me to sign them up
for our sound synchronisation system.

It's pioneer territory.

The chance to be at the forefront
of the new wave of talking cinema.

What's in it for your studio?

We see your country as an important market.

Spare me the sales pitch.

I can't speak for the studio, but the more
I sign up, the more commissions I earn.

That's all the motivation I need.

And here's me thinking
you did it for the love of film.

Raymond is a good guy,
I want him to make his movie.

That's why I'm hassling the studio
to help him out.

I guess it doesn't matter any more, though.
Without a director, the film is sunk, huh?

That's where you're wrong.

That's all, driver.

You bloody whelk.

Going walkabout, are we?

So I followed your movie star to a flop house
down the wrong end of Little Lonsdale.

I asked around at The Grand.
They've never heard of a Vernon Palmer Junior.

Intriguing.

- Would you like this?
- Not really my style.

Do you have today's scenes?

Yes, fresh off the mimeograph machine.

I was about to deliver to Mr. Palmer's.

Allow me.

- She adores you.
- Who, Clara?

She'd walk over hot coals for you,
or rewrite a scene a thousand times for you.

I'm just going to see if Mr. Palmer's in his
dressing room, have a directorial chat.

Yes, of course.

If you see a certain movie star approaching,
just whistle.

(Blows air)

Mr. Palmer!

Sorry to bother you, but er...
can I have your autograph?

Ah. I'll just grab my pen.

- Oh, no, I think...
- Please. It won't take a minute.

- Miss Fisher.
- Sorry, miss. I was just asking for an autograph.

Oh, I was just delivering your scenes.

Thank you.

How are you enjoying your stay at The Grand?

Nice little place. It's not a patch on
The Roosevelt on Hollywood Boulevard,

but it is...pleasant.

Hair out of place.

So I want you to think of Donald
and to think of Gordon.

Miss Fisher.

The staff of a moving picture are like an army.

And like an army,
that staff marches on its stomach.

With that in mind, I have three words for you.

Breakfast is served.

The glasses.

I don't want to worry you
but we do have a teensy setback.

The actors playing the palace guards
have walked out.

It's just a small hold-up
with the Pegasus Studios money.

That's all right.

I have the perfect replacements.

Ha... Ha...

Try not to look down the lens.

Going again.

Action!

Ha... Ha...

Halt! Who dares...walk this path?

- Yeah, can we hold it there a minute?
- Stop the camera.

I'll back you up.

- The scene stinks.
- The director can have him fired, say the word.

No, I mean the scene doesn't make any sense.

- I'm supposed to be the hero, right?
- Of course you are.

- Then why do I sneak past the guards?
- You've been stabbed, for starters.

Douglas Fairbanks Junior
wouldn't sneak past anyone.

You're absolutely right.

He'd take out his sword, kill the guards,
grab a rope and swing them both the hell out.

Brilliant.

Put your feet up for a while,
give us some time to work it all out.

- We'll pick it up tomorrow.
- I've done this before.

Get me a rope up there.

I can walk you through it.

I'm going to need a rope
hanging from this girder.

Some rope!

Well handled.

Why would Vernon Palmer Junior
be darkening his hair with boot polish?

Maybe he was going grey.

At his age?

I suppose all those daring action films
might age one prematurely.

Oh, Mr. Palmer doesn't do the action,
he told me himself.

He just smiles and kisses the girls.

For someone who doesn't do action,
he's awfully good at it.

Who's Jamie Allen?

Where's that feature article?

(Telephone rings)

"Tricks of the trade.

Vernon Palmer Junior
encourages one of his stand-ins."

The star...and his stand-in.

(Knock at door)

I beg your pardon, miss,
but Mr. Hirsch is on the telephone.

He's somewhat distressed.

That Yank says I can't screen my own picture
in my own cinemas!

He can't hold you to that, can he?

I signed the studio's contract.

I had to sign, Phryne. I needed the money
from Pegasus to finish our film.

A film which is now a white elephant!

Under the contract, Raymond's cinemas can
only screen Hollywood films made by the studio.

- He can't screen his own film.
- So he's ruined.

There are other cinemas.

They're all signing. The studio's intending
to take over the whole film business.

Wasn't Jefferson the one who suggested
the Hollywood star?

I think Jefferson and Vernon were in it together.

First they sabotage the film
by drugging Donald Everton,

then in the crisis, Jefferson offers to help,

but only if Raymond signs his contract.

They create the problem
then present the solution.

They killed a man to get control of four cinemas.

I suspect Vernon had second thoughts.

Jefferson tried to pay him off
but Vernon tore up the cheque.

I'll bring in Vernon Palmer Junior.

- He's at The Grand.
- I'm afraid he isn't.

And he isn't Vernon Palmer Junior.

Very impressive accent, Jamie.

Not bad for a boy from Murrumbeena.

You were working as
Mr. Palmer Junior's stand-in,

darkening your hair to pass as his double.

Standing was one of the few things
Vernon could do.

If he had to act or kiss the girl, he was fine.

But then comes the scene where he has
to jump of a water tower or fall off a horse.

- That's when they wheeled me in.
- If it was all going so well, why come back?

I had a fall.

I busted my leg.

The money ran out pretty quickly
and I was on the first boat home.

Where you met Jefferson Clark.

I had a few beers with him,
told him my sob story.

A few days after we docked, he finds me at the
boarding house, says he has some acting work.

Some real acting work.

Only then he comes to me yesterday
and says I'm doing too good a job.

He offered you money?

He wanted me to get out of town, just when
I was showing everyone I really can act.

- You refused?
- Blood oath I did.

And not long after, Gordon Thackaway was
stabbed with the knife intended for you.

I reckon he's gone crazy.

Were you in your dressing room
when the fuses blew?

- Was Jefferson with you?
- No.

Then he could have blown those fuses.

I know a way to work this out.

It's like I told you, my memory works in pictures.

I understand,
but can you remember what happened

just before and directly after the blackout?

If that will help.

! was heading to Gordon with a cup of coffee.

I saw Dorothy, Constable Collins...

Jefferson and Lily.

On my way.

What was Lily doing?

Just heading back to Make-up.

She was carrying something.

A glass of water.

Did she still have it
when the lights came on?

Yes...but it was empty.

What was between the last place
you saw Lily and the make-up chair?

The lights went out.

(Electrical crackle)

That's how she shorted the fuses,

by dousing the floodlight.

It's entirely possible that Jefferson had time to
get to the prop table while Lily shorted the lights.

They're in it together.

I'll go to Raymond's, pick up Jefferson.

You go to the studio.

CLARK: Just listen to me.

It's not too late, right? I can make you a star.

LILY: I don't believe you!
Vernon's your star now!

You promised me!
You said I was gonna be the next Mary Pickford!

Sweetheart, come on!

I'll make the calls now, I will call all the agents.

- She drugged me!
- Stand back.

What are you waiting for?
This film will burn like wildfire! Shoot!

Why are you doing this, Lily?

He promised me he was gonna take me back
to Hollywood with him.

If only I'd just..

Sabotage the film?

But I never told the crazy bitch to kill anyone!

He gave me the tablets.

I didn't know what they were and I...

I didn't know Donald was gonna drink that much.

| thought he was dead, I thought...

..if I just put him behind the set,
he might get speared and...

People would think
it was just a horrible accident.

I did all that for you!

No, you didn't! You did it
because you want to go to Hollywood.

Guess what? You won't make it there either.

You really are obnoxious, aren't you?

I never told her to kill anyone.

What about Gordon?

All I said was,
"Blow the fuse, it'll slow them down a little."

- She's the one who stabbed him.
- It was meant to be Vernon.

Hey!

Lily!

No!

(Whimpers)

PHRYNE: Well, I have a present for you.

It seems that Jefferson
was a little lazy with his paperwork.

He hadn't sent any of his signed contracts
back to the home office.

Well...won't they just send more like him?

Then we'll fight the invaders one by one.

Or...beat them at their own game.

What did you have in mind?

Jamie Allen, Australia's new rising star.

And making her debut as his leading lady,

and Lily's replacement,

Miss Clara Whiting.

Well, I do know the role.

The Bride Of Babylon -
the all-talking moving picture.

(Chuckles)

(Knock at door)

Excuse me, miss?

Miss Fisher?

Yes?

Mr. Hirsch has arrived with a lot of machinery.

I thought that was happening tomorrow.

I'm afraid today is tomorrow, miss.

Coming.

Nearly there.

Halt! Who dares walk this path?

That's it. Thank you.

Well, I'm sure that one line
will make all the difference.

It's made all the difference to Raymond,
he's achieved his dream.

Did you have a boyhood dream, Jack...

to tread the boards or bat for Australia?

Oh, to ride the Tour de France,
but then the war happened.

And what were your girlhood dreams,
Miss Fisher?

I'm living them, Inspector.