All language subtitles for 305 - Death and Hysteria

Reach up to the sky!

Release, release.

Step up.

And step up.

Lovely!

Up and down.

And up.

Run!

Feel the wind!

Reach!

One, two, three,

and one!

Mrs. Stanley.

So, your sleeping.

Have things improved?

Uh, yes, Dr. Samuels.
Your medicine works wonders.

I think the other therapies
have helped.

So perhaps it's time
to talk directly about Arthur.

Your loss is still recent, but I
haven't heard you mention him.

I farewelled my son
at his funeral.

But his spirit still lingers.

Grief is not a simple thing.

It is to me.

Wait, where are you going?

Stop following me.

Lift and run.

Ripped By mstoll

Aah!

No! Betsy!

Help!

Someone, please!
It's Betsy!

Help!

There, there.
Shush.

Oh, Phryne.

Aunt P.

You're a generous woman, Aunt P,

but what on earth possessed you
to hand over your home

to a women's sanatorium?

It was a favor to Dr. Samuels.

He was such a help
with -- with Arthur.

He needed
temporary consulting rooms.

And then Dr. Perkins joined,
and the secretary,

and I wasn't able
to turn them away.

But I -- I didn't realize
it would be like this.

You should have called me.

I've called you now!

You and Cec were supposed to
be keeping her company.

This place is full of women.
What do you call that?

Failing to keep me informed.

It's worse than that.
It's tragic.

Morning.

So those doctors
are psychiatrists, miss?

That's right, Dot.

And all those women are mad?

No, they're far too wealthy
for that.

They're just unwell.

Uh, I'm sorry, madam.
This is a crime scene.

So I've heard.

Miss Fisher.
At last.

Betsy Cohen, 34.

Extremely wealthy.

Recently divorced.

And fatally electrocuted.

By a faulty appliance...

...she was holding
in her right hand.

Probably lying on the bed.

Minus her underwear.

And possibly...

...in the company of a man

who's lost the other end
of his barbell shirt-collar pin.

Should I leave now?

No.
I have a question for you.

- Just the one?
- Where's the appliance?

Hey, hey!

Don't touch anything.

This hallway's
a crime scene, lady.

I'm quite aware of that,
Constable.

And the name
is Miss Dorothy Williams.

Well, Constable Neville Martin.

I'm assistant to Senior
Detective Inspector Robinson,

and this area,
it's been thoroughly searched.

You haven't done
a very good job, then.

It's a piece of rubbish.

Mrs. Stanley runs
a very tidy household,

so any untidiness is suspicious.

Constable Hugh Collins
could tell you that.

Well, not in a hurry.
He's gone fishing.

And you know, I heard a rumor
that he's not coming back.

Well, you've heard wrong, then,
Constable Martin.

Uh, should I take notes, sir?

I've studied shorthand,
and I'm fast and accurate

at the rate of
a hundred words per minute.

Very impressive.

I found this on the floor, miss.

Rubber.

Looks like part of a glove.

Rubber insulates
against electricity.

Perhaps whoever pulled the plug
from the wall came prepared.

I'd like you
to search the house thoroughly

for our possible murder weapon.

Murder, sir?

It's only surmise at this point,
Constable.

You're looking for
an electrical appliance --

Possibly hair-crimping irons,

or perhaps a reading lamp,
given the rumpled bed,

most likely
bearing scorch marks.

Should I begin to question
our suspects, sir?

Miss Fisher will assist me
with that, Constable.

My shorthand
is not quite as impressive,

but I have other qualities.

You heard Miss Fisher,
Constable.

Have you come to shut us down?

No. No, I'm with Miss Fisher.
Mrs. Stanley's niece.

Oh.

Poor Mrs. Stanley.

Did you know that her son died?

In his sleep.

Yes.
Arthur had a weak heart.

It was very sudden and very sad.

Oh.

I heard he was an imbecile.

Depended on Prudence
for everything.

Oh, it is horrible for Prudence

to have another death
in the house.

But perhaps the rest of us

will get the attention
we deserve now.

It's such a --
A tragic accident.

And to happen
under your aunt's roof

with her bereavement
still so painful,

I -- I couldn't be more sorry.

We don't believe it was
an accident, Dr. Samuels.

Oh. Excuse me.

Um, Dr. Samuels,
what should I say to the women?

Harriet, my dear.

Have you met
Mrs. Stanley's niece?

Harriet Edwards.
How do you do?

Phryne Fisher, and this is
Inspector Robinson.

I think a reflection session

would be calming
for the ladies, Harriet.

I won't be long.

Eric.

Please meet Eric Edwards,
our solicitor.

I'm sure Miss Fisher
needs no introduction.

No, of course not.

It's an honor to meet you
at last.

Edwards. Are you related
to Harriet Edwards?

Yes, I'm Harriet's
older brother.

And Inspector Robinson.

This isn't a formal questioning,
Mr. Edwards.

A legal presence isn't required.

Oh, no, no, no. Eric and I had a
scheduled meeting this morning.

But, please, join us.

So where were you, Dr. Perkins,
when Betsy Cohen was killed?

I was upstairs in our office.

And you were there all morning?

I was, yes,
working on some papers.

Miss Edwards can verify that.

She was in and out,
attending to various matters,

but there for the most part.

Yes, we couldn't run
the practice without Harriet.

And where were you, Dr. Samuels?

Right here.

I'd just finished an hypnosis
session with your aunt.

Hypnosis?

And what exactly was Betsy Cohen
being treated for?

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty
to discuss that.

All patients' records
are strictly confidential.

I hope you understand,
Miss Fisher.

We often deal with very delicate
feminine matters.

Lust

Betsy was consumed by lust.

It's the reason
her husband left her.

And the reason
those two always argued.

Someone should let
those poor birds go free.

Oh, they wouldn't survive
out in the world, Jemima.

Just like us.

Sorry, I think I need to go
and be free now.

And Dr. Samuels has encouraged
me to do it in my room.

How serious were these arguments
with Betsy?

I'm not sure, miss,
but she seems very upset.

My condolences, Jemima.

You were friends with Betsy,
weren't you?

Best friends.

She was kind to me.

Like a mother would be.

Well, I've had my share of
disagreements with my mother.

Have you?

It's inevitable, isn't it,
when you care about someone?

Yes.

But I'm only tending to

the happy memories in my mind
from now on.

Dr. Samuels is helping me.
He's my salvation.

But you still do
have to recognize

the unhappy ones, don't you?

No.

No, not anymore.

If I do that, I start to breathe
too quickly and feel faint

and pull out all my hair.

It's an old habit.
We all have them.

But it's so hard to stop,
isn't it?

Jemima?

You all right?

We were only talking.

I know,
but we've all had a big shock,

and Dr. Samuels would like
everyone to go their rooms

and get changed
for group reflection.

Aunt P, do you have any idea

who might have wanted to harm
Betsy Cohen?

Here? Under my roof?
Of course not.

Well, your guests do seem
a little unpredictable.

Oh, there was
the Ming vase incident.

Some tiff
about Betsy retiring early.

Then Jemima tried to push her
down the stairs,

narrowly avoiding my Ming vase.

- It was all most unladylike.
- Unladylike?

Aunt P,
your staircase is lethal.

Your mind always jumps
to murder, have you noticed?

It's a very bad habit.

How long has Dr. Samuels
been treating you?

A few weeks.

I'm sure I told you.

He's helping me
with my insomnia.

I'm sure you haven't told me.
What insomnia?

It's gone now.

He gave me
some very effective tonic.

Some kind of herbal thing.

And what kind of treatment
was he using on Arthur?

I've no idea.

I was just relieved
that he came back

in a calmer state than he left.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I-I have to...

Aunt P?

It was sing-alongs.

Excuse me?

Top end of Collins Street,

and all they did
was play the bloody piano.

Bit of a tune
always cheered Arthur up.

Remember his favorite?

- Music therapy?
- Except ours was free.

I bet that quack
charged Mrs. Stanley

like a wounded bull.

Not like any kind of doctoring
I've ever seen.

Now, small appliances
include 10 decorative lamps,

three types of crimping irons,
two sewing machines,

an electric iron,
two electric jugs,

an automated toaster,
and an electrified bed warmer.

But none of them are scorched
in any way, sir.

Thank you, Constable.

We'll be heading to the morgue.

Perhaps the victim's injuries

will help narrow down
our search.

Oh, good thinking, sir.

I'll bring the car around
right away.

The new constable seems
very keen to impress, Inspector.

Any word from the old constable?

Not since the postcard
about the 20-pound Murray cod.

Ah, he's improving.

Last word I had
was a 10-pound golden perch.

Let Miss Fisher know
I'll meet her at the morgue.

Charred flesh.
Very distinctive odor.

The electric shock causes spasm,

but all of her fingers
have been broken by force.

By whoever removed
that appliance.

Have you met
Dr. Samuels before?

Our paths have crossed.

That's hardly
a glowing endorsement.

Well, apparently he specializes
in the treatment

of female hysteria.

Why would
one of his patients think

we'd come to close them down?

Well, the director
of the medical association

has accused Samuels of some type
of inappropriate behavior.

Have you any idea
what this appliance was?

I have a fast-developing theory.

Given what Dot reported
on the victim's neurosis,

Dr. Samuels'
controversial reputation,

and the victim's
lack of underwear,

I'd say an electrical massager.

A what?

A vibrating machine
with a range of applications...

...to various,
sometimes delicate,

parts of the body.

Oh!

Oh, that sort of
electrical massager.

Oh.

Do you know
what we're looking for?

Have you seen one before?

I-I was once ordered to raid
a brothel in Chinatown

that employed all manner
of interesting devices.

Now, that's a tale
I haven't heard.

I confess
I failed to understand the point

of most of them.

I have a friend
who can enlighten you.

It was during my cadetship.

The whole establishment
made a lasting impression.

Mr. Freud would be
terribly interested in that.

I'm quite interested myself.

So, what exactly
are we looking for, sir?

We'll discuss that later,
Constable.

It would certainly explain
the conspiracy of silence.

So who is the current head
of the medical association?

Dr. Wilbur Littleton.

Hayden Samuels
was a former colleague of mine,

but he was asked to leave
our medical rooms

when he was called
before the board

some three weeks ago

to answer questions
in relation to malpractice.

On what grounds?

Well, we received a complaint
from a former patient,

to do with his tonics

and the use of a certain device
called the Percussor

that he developed
with a young colleague.

We understand Dr. Samuels
specializes in women's ailments.

Wealthy women's ailments,
if you ask me.

Dr. Samuels picks his targets.

I've lost a few patients
to his practice.

What about Betsy Cohen?

Oh, well, some patients
you can afford to lose.

Betsy Cohen was found dead
this morning.

How is Dr. Samuels involved?

Oh, the investigation
is confidential, Doctor,

but you've been most helpful.

No, no, no.
Wait, wait, please.

My daughter is a patient
of Dr. Samuels.

- Jemima Littleton?
- Yes.

Yes, we've been estranged

since Jemima met Betsy Cohen --
Here, by chance --

And Betsy persuaded her
to consult with Samuels.

Oh, she's obsessed with Betsy.

In what way?

Well, she suffers from
a severe neurosis.

She lost her mother
at a very young age,

and she tends to latch on to
other people as compensation.

Freud calls that "transference,"
doesn't he?

It makes her vulnerable
to influence.

And volatile?

Are you suggesting

that Jemima had something to do
with Betsy Cohen's death?

We have to canvass
all possibilities, Doctor.

Oh, I'd worry about stopping
Hayden Samuels' madness

before you have another victim
on your hands.

Oh.
It's only you.

I think
you might be missing these.

Thank you.

The doctor probably
hasn't even noticed I'm gone.

Oh, I thought it would be
so different without Betsy,

but Dr. Samuels seems to only
have eyes for Harriet now.

Oh, the heart is a fickle thing.

Hmm.

Better hurry, miss.

Eurythmics dancing will be over
in a couple of minutes.

A lemon button fern, Dot.

We're looking for
a lemon button fern.

Aha.

Perkins Percussor.

I think all our murder weapons
should be labeled.

What is it, miss?

Well, remember that time

Renaldo the rodeo rider
came to supper,

and, um, you came to my rescue?

I thought he was doing
something awful to you.

But it was just awfully nice.

Well...

...this does the same job,

but without the need
for a rodeo rider.

Oh.

Extremely useful.

Unless, of course,
it electrocutes you.

As the creator
of this device, Dr. Perkins,

we thought you could take a look

and tell us why
it would be faulty.

If I were
to flick this switch --

No!

I think we have our answer.

Someone has deliberately
tampered with the wires here.

I mean, who'd do that
to my machine?

We thought you might,
Dr. Perkins.

You're the one who hid it
in the fernery.

I found it that way.

I rushed into Betsy's bedroom.

I could see that it had shorted.

I had no idea why.

I presumed it was some kind of
mechanical oversight on my part.

And you thought
it would be all right

to break a dead woman's fingers

and remove a key piece of
evidence from a crime scene?

To avoid
a possible manslaughter charge?

Or worse?

Jack, have you had a look
at this?

Betsy Cohen
pledged a £20,000 donation

as a bequest from her estate.

You don't understand.

I wasn't hiding the Percussor
to protect myself.

Who were you protecting, then?

How would Betsy Cohen have
got hold of the Percussor?

I don't know. It was locked away
in my medicine cabinet.

I presume your secretary
has keys to that?

Yes, of course.

And Dr. Perkins and myself.
No one else.

Did you recommend this treatment
to Betsy?

No.
W-Well, yes, initially.

We'd stopped using it.

We developed it about a year
ago, but it was of limited use.

Symptomatic relief at best.

Dr. Perkins said
that you stopped using it

to avoid controversy.

The same controversy
that had you up

in front of the
medical association board

and saw you evicted
from your rooms.

Why did you tell my aunt
your lease had expired?

Because it's the truth.

Though it was orchestrated
by Wilbur Littleton

and his cohorts.

They'd do anything
to discredit me.

Why were they so worried
about you?

Does it have anything to do
with these women?

Those files are confidential!

Some of them are so confidential
they're empty.

Miss Broadford's file
was requested by her family.

For legal reasons.

You have no right!

You have no grounds
to hold my client here.

I demand to see
Inspector Robinson immediately!

Mr. Edwards.

Dr. Samuels is just here
to answer some questions.

On suspicion of murder,
I've just been told.

Who mentioned the word "murder"?

Sir, I may have used
the word "murder" in passing.

Seems there's been some
misunderstanding, Mr. Edwards.

Miss Fisher.

I hope so.

I would hate to have to sue
for wrongful arrest.

I'm sure it doesn't have to
come to that.

The last thing my reputation
needs is another court case.

It's best that I represent you

in this investigation
from here on, Dr. Samuels.

Now, if this questioning
is over...

That's why Victoria Broadford's
file is missing, Jack.

Her death must be the subject
of some court case.

Possibly the complaint
to the medical board as well.

If there was an inquest,
Mac could find out something.

The Victoria Broadford case.

The family believes
that Mrs. Broadford

was deliberately poisoned
by a homeopathic preparation.

Did the coroner
commit Dr. Samuels to trial?

No.
Failed to find grounds.

So far all Victoria Broadford
has in common with Betsy Cohen

is they both used the Percussor.

Excuse me, sir.

I've just discovered something

which might be relevant
to our investigation.

Dr. Samuels
brought assault charges

against a member of the
Broadford family a month ago.

Go on.

Well, the charges were dropped,

but the Broadford family
accused Dr. Samuels

of hoodwinking
Victoria Broadford

into changing her will.

How on earth
did you find this out?

Oh, it's my thorough nature,
Miss Fisher.

I requested a record check
of the name Broadford

through all city stations.

Dot, I think we need to take
a closer look

at Harriet Edwards' accounts.

There may be other women
who've done the same thing.

Why don't you
and Constable Martin

cross-reference
your notes first?

Good work, Constable.

We'll see you
back at the station.

No, thank you, Miss Williams.

I'll give you copies
of my notes,

but I won't be requiring yours.

You see, the inspector
might think

that Miss Fisher is invaluable
to his investigation,

but I've never needed a woman
to do my job.

So why should I start now?

It's men like that, that make
rest of them look reasonable.

They're lovely birds,
Miss Edwards.

They were a special gift.

They're devoted to each other.

That's a very romantic gesture.

Well...

It's all accounted for.

Ingoings, outgoings.

Every donation,
including bequests.

And every expense
down to the last postage stamp.

I notice there are no regular
consultation fees in here.

Dr. Samuels is a utopian.

He prefers to run the practice
solely on donations.

The women
who can afford to give more

support the women who have less.

Luckily most of Dr. Samuels'
patients are extremely wealthy.

Well, he's been in private
practice in Collins Street.

Of course only a certain caliber
of patient

will visit him.

Who encourages the patients

to donate such large amounts?

No one.

They do it
to show their appreciation.

Where is all this money held?

At the bank, of course.

In a safety deposit box.

And it is safe.

I have the only key.

Is there anything else
you'd like to know?

I see Victoria Broadford
bequeathed her entire estate.

She was very grateful
to Dr. Samuels.

Prudence Stanley -- £1,000?

Yes.

Why don't you ask your aunt
if she was talked into it?

I wish
I'd never opened my doors.

What about this hypnosis
treatment you've been having?

What hypnosis?

Dr. Samuels said it was
a state of deep relaxation.

Well, whatever he calls it,

are you sure
that you can remember everything

that you agreed to
in that state?

You might have left him more
than £1,000!

My personal finances
are my own business.

And I certainly don't need
your interrogation

at a time like this.

I'm sorry, Aunt P.

All of this
on top of losing Arthur.

It's all too much.

This has got nothing to do
with Arthur.

Oh, I just wish people
would forget all about him!

- No, please!
- You're coming with me!

Father, please,
you don't understand!

Jemima, I'm sorry!

It's all been arranged.
It's for your own good.

Calm down, Wilbur.
Let's discuss --

Surgical intervention
isn't the answer, you fool!

And I'll be damned
if I'll let you take her!

No, Dr. Littleton! This is
no way to solve anything!

Jemima, get in the car!

You can't make me!

Dr. Littleton,
you have five seconds

to remove yourself
from the property

or I'll be forced to charge you
with assault.

Oh, go ahead.
Charge me.

I'll willingly face it
for the sake of my daughter.

Delores.

If I can have your
full attention, gentlemen.

No, Delores, not now.

Delores, this isn't the time!

Dr. Littleton, unless you unhand
Jemima this second,

I believe Delores
will strip herself

naked as the day she was born.

And what's more...

...I will join her.

Good God!

And so will I!

You're all stark raving mad!

This isn't the end of the story,
Samuels.

I'll be back!

I should know better
than to underestimate

the power of the feminine.

Jemima came to see me
because her father had consulted

with a gynecologist
of great repute

who had recommended surgery.

But she's only a young woman.

Young or old, heaven knows
why anyone thinks

surgically removing
a healthy womb

would improve
a woman's mental state.

Are any of the other women
facing the same choice?

Yes.

All diagnosed
with female hysteria.

Betsy too?

Yes.

In her case, it amounted to
surgical castration.

Surely Aunt Prudence
wasn't facing hysterectomy?

Miss Fisher.

Unless your aunt acknowledges
the source of her pain,

through hypnosis or any other
therapy you find acceptable,

she will never find peace.

Make sure you lock your door
tonight, Mrs. Stanley.

A few dubious types
on the loose.

This is a home,
not a fortress, Albert.

People will just have to learn
to behave.

Can't be helping
your peace of mind.

Still wandering the halls
in your nightdress,

like the lady in white.

I'll thank you not to
mention that to anyone.

Most especially not to my niece.

You were looking for
scallop pies, Arthur's favorite.

I was talking nonsense.

It was a bad dream, that's all.

And I don't want you
discussing my son.

You know, losing mates
in the war was bad enough.

But pretending
they never existed,

that's plain wrong.

We all wearing comfortable shoes
for our nature walk, ladies?

Even though Dr. Samuels rescues
these women from surgery,

he still ends up a very rich man
once they're dead.

True. But he may not be the one
benefiting from all this.

You suspect Harriet Edwards?

Donations, bequests,
deposit boxes stuffed with cash.

And whoever can wheedle
a £1,000 donation out of my aunt

has a tongue of solid silver.

Harriet.

- Oh...
- Speak of the devil.

I won't be walking
this morning, Dr. Perkins.

I'm not feeling at all well.

I wonder what's ailing Harriet.

Come on, ladies.

What a glorious day.

Thank you, Mr. Butler.
That's perfect.

No trouble at all, miss.

Something I picked up
in the Signals Corps.

P...

...a-t...

...e-n...

There's another letter.

"Patent."

That's it!

That's what angered Harriet
so much.

Dr. Perkins must have been
chasing a patent

for his Percussor.

Where are your keys,
Miss Edwards?

Red wax.

This key was hidden
under Dr. Perkins' desk.

He took a wax mold
and made a copy for himself.

Some money has gone missing
from the safety deposit box.

I was trying
to keep the rest safe.

I knew Dr. Perkins wanted to
popularize his device.

But Dr. Samuels disagreed.

So Dr. Perkins
was pursuing it alone?

And for that
he would need funds.

Dr. Samuels
was never convinced

of the Percussor's
therapeutic value.

But we're sitting on a goldmine.

With such different views
to Dr. Samuels,

why didn't you
just leave the practice?

Well, how can I hang
my shingle out anywhere?

As a physician, I'm tarred
with the same brush.

I had to do something.

Given your commercial interest
in the Percussor,

it makes perfect sense
for you to remove it

from the scene of the crime.

After you'd sabotaged it.

But why would I do that?

Why would I want to hurt
Betsy Cohen?

Because patents
don't come cheap.

And you had a way of accessing
the small fortune

that Betsy planned to leave
the practice.

By rights, some of that money
belonged to me.

But I knew nothing about
Betsy Cohen's bequest.

I swear.

The game's up, Samuels.

So you can pack your things,
ladies.

This so-called
health establishment

no longer operates
under the auspices

of the medical association.

What do you mean,
Dr. Littleton?

Your lawyer can fill in
the finer points.

I have just come from

an extraordinary meeting
of the board.

You've been struck off.

I congratulate you
on your doggedness, Wilbur.

Did you really think that
I would abandon my daughter

to your depraved ideologies?

I'll send a car 'round for you
this afternoon.

This is terrible.

It'll be all right, Harry.

They cannot do this
to you, Hayden.

You haven't had a chance
to defend yourself.

My God, what a dreadful mess.

I'm terribly sorry, ladies,

but I can no longer go on
treating you.

No!

Aah!

They were mine!

They were mine.

My darling birds.

Someone's wrung their necks.

Calm down, Harriet.

A moment of reflection
for your poor birds

and the wonders of nature.

I'm sorry!
I can't be calm!

I have to tell you!

I can't keep it in.
I'll go mad.

I have to tell you!
I have to tell you!

Listen, my dear,
you are distressed.

Aah!

Look into my eyes.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Good.

Everything will be all right.

Now...

I'll just mix you
a little something

to settle you down.

Come quickly!
It's Jemima!

Jemima! Please!

Don't move!
Stay right where you are!

- I'm coming up!
- Leave me alone!

You abandoned me!

I'm sorry!

Stay away, or I swear I'll jump.

No!

No! Please!
Stay right where you are!

Just say whatever you can
to keep her calm.

Jemima, I'll find a way
to go on treating you.

I promise!

Jemima.

Get away from me!

People are always
disappearing out of your life,

aren't they, Jemima?

Your mother.

Betsy.

Betsy left me,
just like Mama did.

I wasn't enough for her.

It's not true.

Somebody hurt Betsy.

She was taken away from you.

She didn't leave you on purpose.

- I thought she wanted to die.
- No!

I know something.

Something terrible.

I promised Betsy to keep quiet,
but now it's all over.

- And it's all my fault.
- It's not true.

You're a young woman
with a mind of your own.

Your father is responsible for
closing this clinic, not you.

Not you.

Come back inside.

Come on.

You're safe.

Harriet's the one who gave Betsy
the Percussor.

But Betsy made her do it because
she knew things about her.

What sort of things?

I ca-- I can't remember.

Keep breathing.

But Harriet seems so genuinely
devoted to Dr. Samuels.

Betsy must have given her
compelling reasons

to act so disloyally.

- Where is Harriet?
- Resting upstairs.

I'll go get Dr. Samuels.

Wait, Dot.

This handkerchief was wrapped
around Dr. Samuels' portrait.

How is she?

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my -- my poor Harry.

What did you do to her?!

What'd you give her?!

Please, Mr. Edwards,
calm down.

It's poison, all right.

Nux vomica.

Same poison involved in the
Victoria Broadford inquest.

Better known as strychnine.

It's a common ingredient
in homeopathic preparations,

but it's diluted
over and over again

to totally harmless levels.

"Restorative Tonic.
Special Blend."

The concentration
in that bottle, perfectly safe.

Well, that was
the coroner's finding

in the Victoria Broadford case.

But someone added a lethal
concentration of nux vomica

to that medicine glass.

Harriet knew
who Betsy's murderer was.

Why else would she keep the
other half of this collar stud?

She was poisoned
to keep her quiet.

Our options
seem to be narrowing.

The key to it all could be
in Jemima Littleton's head.

Sounds like
an impenetrable place.

She has trouble
recalling trauma, that's all.

Like most of us.

Including my Aunt Prudence.

I wonder if hypnosis would help.

Allowing a prime suspect to help
us with a witness is a first,

even for you.

Shh.

Now, Jemima,
I want you to think back

to what Betsy told you
about Harriet.

She said she was shocked
by Harriet.

By what, exactly?

By what she was doing
in the bathroom.

Do you know
what she was doing, Jemima?

She was with a man.

Who was the man, Jemima?

Who was Harriet with?

Betsy wouldn't say.

She said I was too innocent
to understand.

But I'm not so innocent,
and I do bad things.

Things I couldn't
tell Betsy about.

But you can tell me.

Oh, it was wrong.

I know it was wrong.

I watched them.

I looked through the keyhole,
and I watched them.

And I couldn't look away.

I couldn't.

It was so depraved.

Let it drift away, Jemima.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I'm sorry. I can't push her
any further today.

I know you need more.

On the contrary, Dr. Samuels.

I think we have a much better
idea of who we're looking for.

We just need to make
absolutely sure.

- Excuse me, Mr. Edwards?
- Yes?

Found this in the driveway.

It doesn't belong
to the doctors.

Look familiar?

Ah, yes.
I was looking for that.

Thank you.

You think I killed Betsy?

Harriet told you
that Betsy was blackmailing her,

and she'd arranged for Betsy
to have access to the Percussor

the morning she died.

So you arrived early for your
appointment, unseen by anyone,

as you'd done
on many other mornings.

And sabotaged
the Percussor

after Harriet left it for Betsy.

You can't prove that.

We found half of your collar pin
in Betsy Cohen's bedroom

the morning she died.

Harriet found the rest of it.

And as she became
more suspicious of you,

she drew closer to Dr. Samuels.

So you decided to retaliate

by taking away something
that your sister found precious.

Your gift to her.

But when Harriet threatened
to tell Dr. Samuels everything,

you decided to do something
more permanent about it.

You knew all about nux vomica
and how lethal it was

because it had been a key part
of the Victoria Broadford case.

Why would I kill my own sister?

To hide the truth.

Harriet was ready
to tell Dr. Samuels everything.

Jemima Littleton had witnessed
what you were doing.

And you would take the word
of a woman clinically diagnosed

as crazed and hysterical?

Jemima saw you with your sister.

Three mornings ago in the
bathroom at my aunt's house.

Harriet was leaving you,
wasn't she?

It was all Dr. Samuels' fault.

As soon as she started
working for him,

she began
to question everything.

She convinced herself that
what we were doing was wrong.

- It was wrong.
- Not to me!

Not to us.

I loved Harriet.

Harriet loved me.

And killing her?

See, you wouldn't understand.

If she didn't want to be
with me, I didn't have a choice.

Ah, Miss Williams?

I was wondering if you could
help me with something.

Go ahead, Dot.

Why would you need the help
of a woman, Constable?

Urn, because a woman has locked
herself in the police car

with no clothes on.

Delores.

Switzerland is
such a long way away.

But very forward-thinking.

And thanks to the generosity
of some of my patients,

I can always start again.

And Jemima?

Will be assisting me.

I cannot fail her.
Like I failed Harriet.

It was not your fault.

She was crying out for help,
and I misread the signs.

You weren't the only one
guilty of that.

But before you go, Dr. Samuels,
please join us.

We have a surprise for
Aunt Prudence in the parlor.

Scallop pie?

Nothing wrong with celebrating
the people you miss.

Perhaps just one.

On that dreadful...

...dreadful day
when Arthur was laid to rest,

it was all I could pray for --

That there would be scallop pies
in heaven.

Allow me to show you
to your seat, madam.

Come along, Doctor.
We need your dulcet tones.

We'd just like to say that
this song is for Arthur Stanley.

Gone but never forgotten.

Thank you.

Poor Aunt Prudence.

It has indeed been
a long and winding trail.

Pity it took two murders

to prove it's not healthy
to bottle things up.

Which reminds me --

You never did tell all
about the Chinese brothel.

I have trouble recalling trauma.

Jack Robinson, you promised me.

Do I have to put you on the
couch and psychoanalyze you?

Sounds inviting.

Perhaps another time,
in a more intimate setting?

I'll hold you to that.

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