Wait!
Let me out!
No! No!
Help!
Let me out!
Please!
I'm sure we must be close, Dot.
That's what you said
28 miles ago, miss.
Then you turned right
instead of left at Seymour.
Do you think Mr Voigt's farm
has any baby animals?
I may have used the term "farm"
loosely, Dot.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well...
Hello!
Good afternoon, ladies.
Clem Ford.
You need some assistance?
Good afternoon, Sergeant Ford.
We're looking for
the Voigt winery.
You're looking at it.
- Just harvested.
- Oh.
So everyone's in town
for the wine festival.
I'm heading back that way
myself.
Thank you.
- Winery, miss?
- Dot, it's strictly business.
I've been called here on a case.
Although we may be forced
to accept refreshments.
Maybe we should wait for Oskar.
Your brother's missed
the last ten years.
I don't think one more's
gonna make a difference. Hm?
Go on.
Thanks, Val.
I told you to get the lads
to lug everything.
Alright.
We all know why we're here.
Let's all raise our glasses, eh?
You all know I'm not really
one for speeches.
So uh...
Thank you. To everyone.
- To the workers. And to Frank.
- ALL: To Frank!
Could run this winery
without you.
- My boy. Frank.
- Frank.
Enough talking. Let's drink.
What about the toast
your dad used to make?
- Can't argue with tradition.
- Alright then.
Zum wohle. May this vintage
be even better than the last.
- Prost.
Cheers.
This looks like somewhat
of a dry argument.
Oh, thank you very much, Mr...?
Dr Ryan. But let's not stand on
formalities. Bob will do nicely.
Phryne Fisher.
And may I present Miss Williams.
Lovely to meet you, ladies.
This is
a very pleasant get-together.
Yes, the townsfolk gather
every year for a toast.
(woman screams)
Dad! It's Mr Voigt!
- He's not breathing!
- What?!
- Hurry!
- Yes, yes!
- Where? Where?
- Through here!
I'm sorry, Erik.
I came in here to find him
and I nearly tripped over him.
Oh, Dad!
If we could have all the women
outside, please. Please.
PHRYNE: Oskar Voigt, I presume.
How terrible. I'd arranged
to meet him this morning
but I was running late.
Lady detective.
I thought I could offer
my assistance.
Well,
I don't see what assistance
a woman who interferes
in police business could offer.
So if you wouldn't mind.
Frank, take the ladies outside
please.
Thank you.
I'm sorry about your brother,
Erik.
PHRYNE: Oskar Voigt
asked for my help, Dot.
If we'd arrived earlier
he might still be alive.
Don't say that, miss.
The least I can do
is look into his death.
Valma Brightwell.
How can I help?
Phryne Fisher.
We have a booking.
- (phone)
- No rest for the wicked.
Dr Ryan seems to live here.
Look how many they lost, miss.
PHRYNE:
Two Brightwells. Poor woman.
Her husband and her son,
by the look of it.
I'm afraid I've made
a bit of a mistake.
- Oh?
- We're redecorating.
No rooms are vacant,
I'm sorry to say.
But there appears to be only one
other booking in your register.
Dr Ryan.
I'm telling you
nothing else is available.
That's a shame,
given that you can only refuse
a traveler lodging
if the premises are full.
Or if the traveler
has insufficient funds.
I'll have to do my best
to find you something then.
Lovely. If you would have
our bags taken up to our rooms.
Meanwhile,
we'll take in the sights.
- Hello, Doctor.
- Miss Fisher.
Uh... my uh...
my daughter, Flora.
It must have been
a terrible shock for you
to find Oskar Voigt like that.
I'd made him lunch.
I keep house for the Voigts.
And he'd hardly finished it
before he raced off
to the storage house.
What time? Do you remember?
Uh... about one o'clock.
Oskar's only been back
a few months.
They've had such terrible luck,
that family.
First Mr Voigt dying,
and then the family
breaking apart and now this.
Alright, my darl. You go home.
Frank will take you.
I'll be there shortly. Alright?
- Have you called the coroner?
- Yes, they've been notified.
But in the case
of a heart attack,
the body goes straight
to the funeral director.
He was very young
to have a heart attack.
There's a family history.
The father, Mikael,
he went the same way.
That still doesn't explain
the bruise on his head.
His broken fingernails.
Don't think a small-town doctor
can recognize a heart attack
when he sees it?
The small-town doctor
might be under duress
to sort things out quickly.
Erik wants his brother cremated
as soon as possible.
He's not wasting much time.
Didn't the brothers get on?
Well... they had business
to sort out.
Now if you'll excuse me I must
go to my daughter. Good day.
Miss Fisher.
Lady detective.
If I catch you
anywhere near Mr Voigt's body
I'll charge you with trespass.
- Well, I wouldn't want that.
- Good.
So the sooner you
stop nosing around and move on,
the happier we'll all be.
Excuse my intrusion
at this terrible time, Mr Voigt.
- Phryne Fisher.
- I know who you are.
My brother hired you
to make trouble.
I prefer to see myself as
someone who resolves trouble.
Did you have much contact
with your brother
since he's been living
in Melbourne?
No. None.
My brother and my mother
turned their backs on this place
a long time ago.
Allow me.
I worked this property
for eleven years
with only Frank to help.
If I want to share my half
of this property with Frank
then that's my concern.
Oskar didn't need some
fancy detective from the city
to challenge that.
If your brother wanted to solve
a property dispute
he would have hired a lawyer.
Then why are you here?
Oskar said
he'd found some photographs.
He asked me to investigate
a suspicious death.
Who? What photographs?
He didn't elaborate.
But given that he's now also
died in suspicious circumstances
it's an odd coincidence,
don't you think?
I wish he had told me more.
Because I still plan
to do the job he hired me for.
And I don't believe your brother
died of natural causes.
Perhaps we should have
let them redecorate.
Couldn't we stay
in the next town, miss?
It's all bluff, Dot. They're
just trying to scare us off.
So what else did you find out
from Flora?
She was the last person
to see Oskar Voigt alive.
At lunchtime. Around one.
It's very interesting, Dot.
Oskar had this black substance,
like soot,
smudged all over his clothing
and his hands.
And I found this match
dropped nearby.
He had a bruise on his head
and his fingernails looked like
he'd been scratching
desperately.
The sooner we solve this case
the sooner we can leave.
But we'll need to examine
the body more thoroughly
before the funeral directors
cart it off
first thing in the morning.
Sounds like a midnight break-in
to me.
Doesn't have to be midnight.
Bedside drawer?
(screams)
It's alright, Dot.
It's only a carpet python.
But how it found its way into
a closed drawer, I have no idea.
But it looks like
you shot a hole
through Mrs Brightwell's
skirting board.
- (knocking)
- Everything alright in there?
Perfectly! Thank you!
- What was that dreadful noise?
- Thought you might tell me.
You're right about
us not being welcome, Dot.
- So we're leaving?
- No!
But we definitely need
reinforcements.
Just keep your distance.
I'll have housekeeping
take care of that.
Good evening, Sergeant.
Doctor.
I'd like to make a trunk call
to Melbourne.
Certainly.
(rings)
Collins.
- (ringing continues)
- JACK: Collins?
Collins. What are you doing?
- City South Police.
- Is that my Shakespeare?
It's Miss Fisher
on the telephone for you, sir.
Hello, Jack?
I'm afraid we're stranded.
My vehicle has broken down
in Maiden Creek
and I find myself
in desperate need of a mechanic.
Don't they have one in the town?
Normally I would attempt
to repair it on my own.
But in this instance
I believe I could use
your expert assistance.
It's a very particular problem.
What kind of particular problem?
There seem to be
all sorts of anomalies.
But I can't quite put my finger
on the real source
of the problem.
You're losing your touch,
Miss Fisher.
You know what they say
about many hands.
As much as I'm enjoying
the local hospitality
of this beautiful town,
I wouldn't want
to outstay my welcome.
Uh-huh.
Where did you say you were?
Maiden Creek. First thing
in the morning would be fine.
But I'm counting on you.
Goodbye. I'll see you then.
Maiden Creek?
Couldn't help overhearing
about your car troubles.
A Hispano-Suiza. Am I right?
You'd think the Spanish
and the Swiss between them
could build a reliable engine.
If you can't trust the Swiss,
who can you trust?
Where are you off to?
Oh, just for a stroll.
Take in the night air.
Well, be careful
of the old mine shafts.
There's a lot of them about.
One wrong step in the dark
and it can be a very long fall.
Thank you for the warning,
Sergeant.
If you want to get
to that winery, miss,
we'll have to find a way
to distract that officer.
I agree, Dot.
Collins.
Didn't notification of a death
come through from Bendigo?
A few hours ago, sir, yes.
Miss Fisher didn't mention it.
Thank you.
Oh and uh, Collins...
Why are you reading
my Shakespeare?
Just in case... I ever need
to get my words right, sir.
For a special occasion.
Like a speech
or an announcement.
And I think
Dot would like me to improve.
Well, if...
you ever need
to make some kind of...
romantic declaration, Collins...
you can't go past Shakespeare.
Thank you, sir.
(phone)
(line crackles)
- Hello?
- What?
Yes, I was wondering if I could
speak to Miss Phryne Fisher.
I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
We've been having problems
with the lines.
- Can you hear me?
- Hello?
(crackling)
Hello?
Collins, get me the details
on that Bendigo death.
- Name and next of kin.
- Yes, sir.
(whistling)
Evening, miss.
Evening, Sergeant.
I wonder if you could help me
find my way back to the hotel.
(door creaks)
MAN: Who's there?
Show yourself.
Your brother's clothes
are covered in the same residue
I found inside
one of the empty vats.
And drag marks clearly lead
from the vat
to where your brother's
body was found.
Even if he had a heart attack
there are still
unanswered questions.
And people who don't want
those questions asked.
You mean Clem.
You tell me.
(door creaks)
Does he stand to gain anything?
- What is she doing here?
- Clem...
- Get out!
- Does he?
Does who?
It's alright, Clem.
Miss Fisher's working for me.
Oskar left these behind.
Seems your brother was fond
of the poetry of his fatherland.
He was always better
at German than me.
There are several pages missing.
That's odd. He was
very particular about his books.
Have you seen these before?
No.
Looks like old photographs
of the winery.
Did you know your brother had
written to the Bendigo Standard?
Asking for copies of photographs
from the 1918 wine festival.
That must be a mistake.
The festival was cancelled
that year.
The town planned to hold it late
to celebrate the end of the war
but my father died
the night before.
Do you know
how your father died?
He wasn't well.
The war took
a heavy toll in him.
Do you mind if I borrow
these negatives?
No, if you think it will help.
You know, if you want me
to find Oskar's murderer,
you can't let them
take his body away.
Ahem.
My name is Ida Voigt.
You telephoned me.
But the police
have already informed me
about the death of my son.
Perhaps you can assist me.
I need to retrieve
Oskar's possessions.
Of course. Excuse me.
Inspector. Mrs Voigt.
Hello, Mrs Voigt.
Our call was just an enquiry
but of course
if we can help in any way.
I told him not to go back
to that godforsaken town.
They will not be happy
until all of us are gone.
What exactly is your arrangement
with Frank Ford?
I split the profits with him.
It started off
with just a handshake.
I thought you crushed
all the grapes.
It's an old variety I keep
just for myself and the house.
Thank you.
I take it your brother Oskar
hadn't been back for long.
No.
He arrived shortly after
I wrote to him
about splitting my share
of the winery with Frank.
- I needed Oskar's approval.
- He was reluctant?
He wanted it to stay
in the family.
Frank was happy with things
just the way they were.
It was Clem who wanted his son
to have half a share
of the vineyard.
So Oskar was in Clem's way.
Oskar always said
I couldn't manage here alone.
Not with this arm, anyway.
Compliments of the Kaiser.
Fighting for the Allies,
not the Kaiser, by the way.
May I?
Please.
(squeals)
I need to know what happened
between you and your brother.
If you want my help.
Erik.
- (door bangs)
- Thank goodness!
Someone was here.
The door was unlocked.
My pistol.
It's gone!
Pack your bags, Dot.
We're leaving.
We need to get Jack back here
before morning
otherwise all the evidence
will be cremated.
Hop in the car.
CLEM: Leaving already?
Afraid so. The city calls.
Motor's working now, is it?
These cars
are very temperamental.
(engine starts then stops)
(grinding)
Ah. Can't trust those Spanish.
Nor the Swiss.
You can't let him do this!
Bendigo Police have ordered that
the body be transferred there.
It's convenient that the moment
questions get raised
the body gets whisked away.
You don't understand.
I don't want to be an outsider
in this town.
- But he's your brother!
- I'm sorry.
My condolences, Erik.
CLEM: What's going on?
Unload that hearse, driver.
What the bloody hell
do you think you're doing?
Detective Inspector
Jack Robinson.
That body
will have to remain in town
until a police coroner
clears it for removal.
- On whose orders?
- Mine.
I'm taking over the Voigt case.
- You alright?
- All the better for seeing you.
No-one had any reason
to kill Oskar.
There's no evidence
of foul play.
And Miss Fisher's car?
That's nothing to do with me.
She said she was having problems
last night.
She telephoned her mechanic.
You're a sensible bloke.
You must see that what's she's
saying doesn't make any sense.
How do you explain the fact that
Oskar Voigt's body was moved?
Where did the soot come from?
The drag marks?
If you had any thoughts on the
case, you could have come to me.
I've already explained
your vested interest
in the Voigt winery
to Inspector Robinson.
Do you mind accounting
for your movements yesterday?
Oskar Voigt was last seen alive
at 1pm. Where were you?
I was at the Warong stockyards.
- Can anyone confirm that, sir?
- Ask the foreman's son.
He'll tell you.
I left there at two o'clock.
The bridge was down
on the highway.
It took me an hour
to get back.
You would have seen me arrive
back in Maiden Creek
just before three.
Convenient.
Look, you won't find
what you're looking for.
Thank you but right now
I'd like to see my crime scene.
Sulfide.
Don't know what it's doing here.
We burn sulfur sticks
to sterilize the vats.
Is that what Oskar was doing?
Cleaning the vat?
If he was
he wasn't doing it right.
You burn the stick over a bowl
so it won't stick to the vat.
If the sulfide stays in the vat
it'll spoil the wine.
- Is sulfide poisonous?
- Not to touch.
You wouldn't want to spread it
on toast, I suppose.
Yes, the fumes could
be fatal in a confined space.
Like trapped in a wine vat
with the lid closed?
Yet you were prepared to declare
the cause of death
as heart attack.
Did the sergeant pressure you?
No! No, why would you say that?
Sergeant Clem Ford has done
good service by this town.
And now
you're all terrified of him.
No, look, it's alright, Val.
I knew there was a history
of heart problems in the family.
I assumed
that this was the same.
No, no, no, this was my fault.
Not Clem's.
I jumped to a hasty conclusion.
Where were you yesterday
between one and three o'clock?
At three o'clock I was here
for the first tasting.
And before that?
I was at a solicitor's
in Bendigo.
- Why?
- To contest my father's will.
On what grounds?
That he was not of sound mind
when he made a will
stopping us
from selling our shares.
But your father wasn't mad, was
he? He died of a heart attack.
That's what they told us.
If that were true then why
didn't they let us look at him?
We never saw the body.
The casket was nailed shut.
I tried to talk
to Oskar about it
but...
My father was locked up
for years,
away from everything
that mattered to him.
His heart was broken.
The people of this town tried
to save us from the truth.
But I don't believe he died.
I believe he killed himself.
(gunshot)
The shot came from over there.
- What are you looking for?
- They haven't been fired.
You only had to ask.
Anything else I can
help you with, Inspector?
Yes.
Can I check your gun, Sergeant?
- (phone)
- Excuse me.
There is one other thing
I neglected to mention earlier.
Somebody stole my pistol
out of the hotel room.
- What kind of town is this?
- They make very good wine.
- It's lovely here, isn't it?
- Hm.
Romantic, you might even say.
Yes. Yes, it's... idyllic.
If it weren't for the snakes
and the dead bodies.
Mm.
Dot...
Is that... Flora?
DOT: What is she doing?
- Dot...
- Flora!
Excuse me. Flora!
You uh... You dropped this.
Oh. I thought it was
one of my good handkerchiefs.
Some of the children in town
find it a lark
to steal washing off the line
for the scarecrows.
Thank you.
Remind me. Flora is...?
Where's your notebook, Hugh?
Flora Ford.
She's Dr Ryan's daughter.
She's married to Frank Ford,
that policeman's son.
It is a small town, isn't it?
She was looking for something.
Didn't you notice, Hugh?
Mm.
Ooh. Looks like
some sort of poetry.
Could be a... love poem.
Why do you say that, Hugh?
- Hm?
- You alright?
- Mm.
- You seem... strange today.
No, I'm... I'm good.
Yeah, I'm good.
Good.
Come on, Hugh.
- DOT: Collins!
- Yes, sir, Dot.
Liebeslied.
(Jack reads in German)
"But all that touches us,
you and me,
binds us together
like the stroke of a bow
that draws one chord
from two strings."
That's Rainer Maria Rilke.
Very impressive, Jack.
- I'll thank my teacher.
- DOT: Hugh was right.
A love poem.
- And I know who sent it.
- Oskar.
Inspector. Your revolver, sir.
Hugh needs
to talk with Mrs Voigt
and I want you
to get these developed.
But miss...
I'll be fine, Dot.
I uh... I know a scenic lookout
we could stop at along the way.
We won't have time for that.
Promise me you'll take Dot
straight home, Hugh.
Of course, Miss.
Oh and um...
Twelfth Night, Collins.
Some kind of police code?
The scarecrow was where you left
messages for each other.
What?
How long was this going on,
you and Oskar?
I'm a married woman.
A married woman who receives
love poetry from another man.
It was about
learning the language.
German? Or the language of love?
That explains
why you were so distraught
when you found
your lover dead.
Oskar confided in me.
About what a hard choice it was
to leave.
About trying to heal the rift
with his brother.
He didn't believe Erik
about his father's death
but I told him
I'd heard things too.
- What kind of things?
- Well, just rumors.
When I was a kid. That
Mikael Voigt had shot himself.
You knew, didn't you?
Knew what?
I'm not a mind reader.
About Flora. You knew
he was sending her poetry.
No harm in words.
She's my wife, not his.
He was wooing her
under your nose.
And you stood to benefit
from his death.
No approval needed.
Half of everything,
with Oskar out of the way.
True but why would I do it?
Erik's always looked after me.
I'm happy as I am.
Tell us exactly where you were
between one and three o'clock.
I was setting up
for the harvest lunch.
Lugging tables,
carting crates of wine.
- Was anyone with you?
- Talk to Valma.
She was the one
ordering me about.
I can't be expected
to remember who goes where.
You know everything
that goes on in this town.
You eavesdrop on
every telephone conversation.
I never.
- We look after each other here.
- Is that what you call it?
There was never any trouble
before the Krauts turned up.
- The war was a long time ago.
- Not for me.
There's not a day goes by when
I don't see Andrew and my boy
right here,
as if they never left.
Inspector! Inspector!
It's Oskar. His body's been
taken from the cool room.
Thank you.
Dottie!
Uh... I waited for lunch.
I... thought we could go
to the pie cart.
Maybe a walk
through the gardens afterwards?
Have you contacted
Ida Voigt yet?
I've told her landlord
we need to speak with her.
And what about the negatives?
Still waiting for a call
from the lab but uh...
- Then we should stay here.
- Uh, Dottie, I...
I'm sure it'd be alright
if we stepped out for a minute.
Honestly, Hugh, I don't know how
you can think of your stomach
at a time like this,
with Miss Fisher and the
Inspector trapped in that town.
Right. Well, I'll make
a cup of tea then.
PHRYNE: Sergeant Ford?
Empty.
He could be anywhere.
The sergeant mentioned the area
is full of abandoned mineshafts.
Look at this.
Clem Ford said
that he left Warong
at 2pm
on the day that Oskar died.
He said the bridge was down and
it took him an hour to get back.
- I checked. The bridge was out.
- But look at this track.
It's a shortcut across
the gulley. He had the time.
We arrived as newlyweds.
We had the vines
we brought on the boat.
Dornfelder, from the Rhine.
Those vines were our life.
We worked so hard.
With a festival every year.
People came from all around.
Until the war.
Then my boys marched away
to fight for the king.
And nobody would speak of
anything with a German name.
They locked Mikael up
at Langwarrin.
But both your boys
survived the war.
Yes. I went to Station Pier
to meet them.
We were so happy it was over.
But while I was away,
Mikael died.
Everyone said it was his heart.
But I think we all knew
that that was a lie.
Mikael was as strong as an ox.
He must have killed himself.
What the hell is going on here?
Where's Oskar Voigt's body?
I'd say dropped down the bottom
of a mineshaft by now.
Steady on, cowboy.
Let's go.
You mind telling me
what the charge is?
Why don't we start
with obstruction.
Add conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.
Then there's always murder.
I told you.
I was at the Warong stockyards.
And the bridge was down.
We believe you.
Till that point.
Then you cut across
the gulley.
PHRYNE: When you drove into town
your car was muddy,
which is why you asked Frank
to clean it.
I did drive through the gulley.
But not to kill Oskar Voigt.
I followed Erik to Bendigo.
Made sure he showed up
at the solicitors.
Get them on the telephone.
Ask him.
We spoke after Erik left.
The solicitor said
there was a good chance
of overturning the will.
So why would I bother
killing Oskar Voigt?
He was born here.
He used to play with Frank.
And all the other kids.
All the other sons
who were lost in the war.
Your son requested these
from the Bendigo newspaper
just before he died.
They seemed to upset him
but we're not sure why.
1918.
But I don't understand.
Mikael was not there
for the festival that year.
He...
Mikael died the night before.
But this is Mikael.
(rings)
Maiden Creek Hotel.
How can I help you?
Hello. I'd like to contact
one of your guests, please.
- A Miss Fisher.
- Dot, it's me.
Miss!
We've found out something.
It was in the photographs.
Ryan. William, J.
Son of the only permanent guest.
Dr Ryan.
What business is that of yours?
None whatsoever.
What goes on behind closed doors
is entirely your own business.
But when it comes to murder...
that's when it becomes
our business.
It's the doctor
you're protecting, not Clem.
What's going on?
- Hello, Doctor.
- Bob, I didn't say a word.
- She didn't have to.
- You lit the sulfur stick.
When I first met you,
Valma brushed something
off your shirt.
Half an hour later
you were wearing a fresh shirt.
(laughs)
Valma washed it for you.
But the stain never came out.
I tried my best, Miss Fisher.
No, Valma!
I wondered where that got to.
On the counter, please.
- Or I'll shoot.
- DR RYAN: Valma, please.
And the keys to the cell.
Go get Clem out.
Outside.
I don't think you've thought
this through, Mrs Brightwell.
You can hardly kill us
in broad daylight.
Might be best
not to give her any ideas.
Stay there! What are you doing?
- (horn)
- Stop it!
Sorry.
- Phryne?
- It's alright, Jack.
Valma is obviously
an excellent markswoman
or she would have
killed me by now.
And she would have shot you
in the head
instead of just
shooting off your hat.
- Everyone back inside!
- Valma, I will give myself up.
You heard the doc, Val.
- Let it go.
- My gun, Valma.
Put. It. Down. Val.
You can hardly shoot
the whole town.
You only have
three bullets left.
She's right, Val.
Time to put an end to this.
All of it.
No!
Don't do this!
(Valma wails)
PHRYNE: You wrote a false death
certificate for Mikael Voigt.
You claimed he died
the night before
the cancelled 1918 festival.
JACK: Doctor?
It was a bad time for everyone.
Specially Valma.
Andrew went...
at the beginning of the war.
And then on the morning
of the festival,
I was sent a telegram
about my son.
He was wounded on Armistice Day.
He took that long to die.
When her husband died,
she didn't shed a tear.
She worked hard.
Put her grief behind her.
Then when her son died
when he did...
Too much.
We all decided to hold
the festival late that year.
Ha.
A Bendigo newspaper sent
a photographer for pictures.
That was going to be the first
festival we had in four years.
They wanted to do a feature
about peace and prosperity.
They took pictures of the banner
and the main street and...
then went off
to look at the grapevines.
That's when we saw
the community hall.
CLEM: I tried to reason with
Mikael, to cancel the festival.
But he wouldn't listen.
So the doc gave it a go.
That's when she did it.
We cleaned up.
And then when Voigt's wife
and sons arrived
we told them that Mikael
had died the night before.
Oskar Voigt figured it all out,
didn't he?
DR RYAN: He sent away for a copy
of the death certificate.
He said he was going to
have the body exhumed.
Said he'd hired a detective
to find out what really happened
to his father.
Hm. He thought it was Clem.
Clem.
All our secrets...
...dragged out.
I tried to convince him but...
he didn't care.
I lost them
along with every young man
of fighting age in our town.
And those two Kraut boys
came marching home.
Where's the justice in that?
You killed an innocent man.
And a whole town
held their tongues.
That's not justice.
I'm sorry.
There's someone here
who would like to see you.
Oh, Mutter.
Dot! You have a visitor.
Hello, Dottie.
Feel free to help yourself
to a bottle of wine.
Where are the household candles,
Dottie? In the...?
Why?
What for?
I wanted this to be perfect,
Dottie.
I wanted rolling country hills,
a scenic lookout,
or a starry night
with a full moon.
Ahem. Now...
Here is my hand...
that...
Sorry, I can't...
You shall from... for...
from this time on...
- ...be your master's mistress.
- Excuse me?
Oh! No, don't... I didn't...
I didn't mean...
I can't read it properly
because I turned off the...
Please...
Hugh, just... stop...
Stop worrying.
Dottie... I love you.
I love you so much.
Because you make
everything alright.
And because I couldn't imagine
my life without you in it.
Would you do me the honor
of being my wife?
Yes.
- You will?
- Yes!
Oh, wait!
It fits!
Now that, Hugh Collins,
was just perfect.
Now this...
...is a very special wine.
Well, it's more like grape juice
at this stage but...
...it's special nonetheless.
To Maiden Creek.
May we never see
the likes of her again.
May I ask what's so special
about this wine?
I crushed it myself.
What with?
With my feet.
Mainly.
Not a bad drop.
And I need to thank you
for coming to my rescue.
- Is that what I did?
- Eventually.
And...
you paid dearly
in the millinery sense, so...
There.
For the next woman who uses you
for target practice.