WOMAN: And I'm not keeping
quiet. No. No, keep away!
Get back!
No, get away! Let go!
Let go!
(screams)
(static on radio)
How many stations
can it pick up?
Only 3JH, I'm afraid.
That's how
a restricted license works.
But that's perfect.
May I ask what's so particular
about this 3JH?
It has the Polkinghorns.
And a girl who went to my school
helps to make it.
(music plays)
And now it's time to revisit
our daily serial,
At Home with the Polkinghorns.
A New Day.
That sounds like the taxi now.
Maurice, it must be
our Guinevere,
home in time
for her 21st birthday.
(clacking)
- Who's Guinevere?
- Their daughter.
Look outside, Maurice.
Our Guinevere.
(rings)
- Where is she?
- Shh.
- I...
- (mouths)
...don't want to see her
after what she did.
What did she do?
Ran off with an Italian
opera singer.
Oh. We've all done that.
But we are on air!
- (whispers) Come on.
- Whatever is keeping that maid?
- She's dead.
- MAN: Who's dead?
Louisa, outside.
Just turn the blasted thing off!
Loui... Louisa Singleton's
the girl I know.
MAN: Radios claim newspaper
war. Out now in the "Argus".
Ah, Miss Fisher.
How did you know?
We were listening
to the wireless.
Louisa was going to do
so many wonderful things.
Miss Fisher, detective.
And my assistant, Miss Williams.
Jimmy Creswick, station manager,
3JH, and my wife, Hazel.
- HUGH: Come on.
- And this is Louisa?
Yes, our girl Friday,
Miss Louisa Singleton.
- How awful.
- They said they'd get us.
- Who did?
- JIMMY: Hazel, love.
Come inside and calm down.
Looks like she was strangled.
Such a shame, one so young.
- Terrible.
- Time of death 6:40pm.
If we assume she was wearing
these clothes yesterday
and her watch was working.
Thank you.
I'll take it from here.
Step back, please. Thank you.
Just step right back, please.
- Where's Inspector Robinson?
- He's... He's on another job.
Well, we'd be happy
to assist you, Hugh.
You know, Miss Singleton was
a good school friend of Dot's.
She'd never forgive me
if I didn't help.
Miss, the... the other job
the inspector's on,
he's undercover
and it's confidential.
Sounds intriguing. Come on, Dot.
HAZEL: Yes, exactly the same
outfit she was in yesterday.
JIMMY: We just thought
she was late this morning.
Even though
Louisa was never late.
Today of all days.
JIMMY: Playing Guinevere
in the Polkinghorns
was her big step up.
Is there anyone who might have
wanted to harm Miss Singleton?
No. Louisa put all her efforts
into her work.
Top girl. She kept the books
neat, typed up all our scripts.
She broke it off
with her fiancé in Perth
when she was offered the job
at 3JH.
Are any of these coats Louisa's?
Yes, the cloak.
I can scribe if you like.
So no grudges, threats?
JIMMY: No, not against her
in particular.
There were telephone calls
a few days ago.
Hazel took one,
Louisa the other.
HAZEL: It was a man.
He warned us to shut down the
station or he'd do it himself.
We've been expecting trouble.
There have been attacks
on other radio stations.
From our brightest night
to our darkest day.
Hazel was crowned
Best Female Talent last night
at the Australian
Recorded Performance Awards.
Oh, no.
Oh, Oswald.
JIMMY: Come now, Hazel.
It's only a goldfish.
It was probably his time.
HAZEL: Sorry.
I'm not normally like this.
JACK: Good morning.
This is the ten o'clock news.
From July, electric trams will
run from the eastern suburbs...
That voice.
This is predicted not only to
alleviate traffic in the center
but also bring many new shoppers
to the city,
where they can enjoy
a splendid array of stores
and restaurants
that cater to all tastes.
Mr Archibald Jones,
he of the dulcet tones.
- Wherever did you find him?
- We didn't.
The board of 3JH
decided last week
to offer an hourly news service.
We wanted to train Clarence
for the role,
but management hired Mr Jones.
Why don't you go
and have a sit-down, love?
- You've had a shock.
- You're right, darling.
I do feel slightly shattered.
Couldn't get out more than two
words in front of a microphone
when I first met her.
Perhaps having
a private detective around
would reassure her,
a discreet presence.
If you ask me, the one
to look out for is that bloke.
I wouldn't trust him
as far as I could spit.
There will be more news
in the next hour,
so please stay tuned.
Shortly,
Clarence Ball will be with you
for the daily sporting news,
but, first, a musical interlude.
(classical music)
Now, before you say anything,
Archibald...
Thank goodness you're here.
I need you on this case.
Collins can't handle this alone.
Is this Jack Robinson speaking
or are you still incognito?
You want me to ride shotgun
over Hugh?
I wish you wouldn't put it
quite like that.
- You could ask nicely.
- Want me to beg?
- This may never happen again.
- Please.
I'm stuck here
keeping an eye on things.
Not a very keen eye. Someone was
killed at 6:40pm, to be precise.
I was reporting
to Commissioner Hall last night.
Four radio stations
from Melbourne and Sydney
have been shut down
in the last six months.
They've been robbed, vandalized
or set alight.
Well, we both know
who has the most to lose,
with radio taking off.
Newspapers. Why buy a newspaper
if you've already heard
the headlines on the wireless?
But you suspect an inside job?
Clarence Ball. Foley man,
piano player, sports presenter.
Left radio station 3XL one week
before it burned to the ground
after a series
of menacing phone calls.
Suspiciously good timing.
...for you today. Let's look at
the Corroborree Maiden first...
And in the seventh, my pick is
Paschal Vaya, number two.
And in the eighth,
we're looking at number five...
Clarence Ball's On The Track.
I've heard a lot about this.
What's so remarkable
about these tips?
Not very good odds,
some of them.
I'm with you. These are just
all the favorites.
The barman at the pub's making
a packet out of this bloke.
Col swears by him.
Tune in this afternoon
at the usual time
for Hall Of Fame,
your chance to guess
our Mare of the Moment.
No. We're missing something
with this joker.
Results of the last race
came in on the wire at 6:55,
then the station closed
at seven.
- So you were the last to leave?
- That's right.
Jimmy and Hazel left at 5:30
to go to a... fancy awards do.
Looks like Mrs Creswick has
really made 3JH a success story.
Best Female Talent
on Melbourne radio.
You'd be surprised
how many punters
tune in to my sporting news,
even more to my live race calls.
But you haven't been at
the station for long, have you?
- Where were you previously?
- Radio 3XL.
I had quite a following
there too.
That station closed down,
didn't it? A fire, I believe.
Before my time.
Difference of opinion.
Back to Miss Singleton.
What time did she leave
the office last night?
She made me a cuppa
before my shift
and then there was
no sign of her
when the evening session
finished at seven.
What was Louisa working on?
Jingles, ideas for shows,
stories.
I told her
it was a complete waste of time.
Hazel made damn sure she wrote
every word that went to air.
She didn't think Louisa
was up to the task?
Well, you'd have to ask
Hazel that.
Did they ever disagree,
to your knowledge?
Hazel's been
a bit tricky lately.
Louisa wouldn't be the only one
she's crossed swords with.
You'd better cooperate, Archie.
Jimmy already thinks you did it.
What?
You are behaving
very suspiciously.
Clarence obviously had the
opportunity to murder Louisa.
He could have easily slipped
out of the studio
in a musical interlude.
Hazel and Louisa didn't get on.
- Creative competition.
- (door opens)
Have you seen
our running order anywhere?
We're in such a mess
without Louisa.
JIMMY: Here it is.
Oh, thank goodness.
Perhaps Dot could be
of some help.
That would be wonderful.
I'll show you
what needs to be done.
So, do the police
have any ideas?
Could be anyone. You know
the type who hang around here.
Like who?
That bloke from
the newspaper stand for one.
Louisa always complained
about him waltzing in here
whenever he felt like it.
I only wish
I'd taken more notice
and done something about him.
- There you go.
- Thanks, cobber.
Argus, thanks.
So, you knew Louisa pretty well?
I'd hoped to know her
even better.
I asked her to go dancing
a couple of times.
- She turned you down?
- Only twice.
I was still in with a chance.
I could tell by the way she used
to like to tick me off.
I saw her last night too.
She bought a bun from me.
Said she was going back to work.
Maybe you should tell the cops.
No, I'm not getting mixed up
with the cops,
and it won't bring Louisa back.
- Hooroo.
- Get your papers here! Paper!
Are you sure there's nothing
we've missed, Hugh?
She wanted to marry
that bloke in Perth,
but she had her heart set
on radio.
Yes, Louisa, she...
she left school at 15, like me,
but she was always smart.
Well, you must be smart too,
assisting a lady detective.
(chuckles)
Rightio, let's test you.
Guess this bird.
(honks)
- I give up.
- That is the black swan.
The official bird
of Western Australia.
But I made you smile, didn't I?
Deeply affected by your
colleague's passing, are you?
What's your problem, Constable?
I've told you everything I know.
HUGH: Why didn't you hear
any disturbance in the alley?
There could have been
heavy mortar fire outside
and I wouldn't have heard
a thing.
That studio
is completely soundproofed.
Help! Constable, help, quickly!
Oh, Jimmy!
Stay back, Hazel.
Don't touch it!
- What happened?
- The microphone. I got a shock.
- Stand back, please.
- We need to turn off the power.
There's a fuse box in the hall.
- All clear.
- Is there a first-aid box?
- It's fine. I'll be all right.
- They tried to get you.
They're gonna knock us all off,
I know it.
The same thing happened at 2WA.
I'm sure it's nothing more
than a silly accident.
- Tell her, Miss Fisher.
- I'd like to agree, but...
The wires have been
deliberately frayed.
HUGH: No, sir.
Inspector Robinson prevented
the electrocution himself, sir.
Yes.
Yes, sir.
No, I'll pass on the message.
Thank you, sir. Right away.
Looking right at home there,
Hugh.
In your haste to follow
the inspector's orders,
you left Louisa Singleton's
notebook behind.
Ah, thank you, miss.
How did that happen?
Since we're here, we thought
you might need some help
going through Louisa's things.
- The inspector's secret stash?
- Miss...
Well done, Hugh.
Mm, delicious.
Packet of matches, thanks.
And...
this came for you.
- Special delivery.
- Thanks. Been expecting that.
Paper!
Look at this. Why would Louisa
buy an interstate train ticket?
An overnight sleeper to Sydney
booked for next week. No return.
DOT: Clarence Ball said Hazel
didn't like
any of Louisa's ideas,
but this is
the Polkinghorns episode
they played this morning.
Maybe she was just
transcribing for Hazel.
Look. It says, "Written by
Miss Louisa Singleton."
If all of those stories
were Louisa's ideas
and Hazel was taking
all the glory,
I don't blame her
for trying to leave.
That radio awards night,
it didn't begin until 7pm,
but the Creswicks
left the studio at 5:30.
That's plenty of time
for a detour.
We need a quiet word with Hazel,
a casual tête-à-tête.
Bring the car around, Dot.
(simple jingle)
HAZEL: Tea for two.
What better after a woman's
long day of household toil
and a man's daily battles
with the world
than a steaming brew for two
of Tilley's tea,
to celebrate hearth and home...
no matter who comes calling.
Or prepare for an evening
of loving companionship
with the little ones
tucked safely in bed.
Tilley's tea,
proud sponsor of 3JH Radio,
is made for relaxation
and rejuvenation, just for you.
Tilley's tea is tip-top tea
from the very best tips
to your teapot.
If I could borrow
that typewriter, Hugh,
I could type
these notes up for you.
Thanks, Dottie.
You know
if I do well in this case,
it means that I'm one step
closer to a promotion,
which means
we can afford to get married.
And then wise-cracking
bird impersonators
won't be so free and easy
when you're Mrs Hugh Collins.
How are we going to tell
your mother, Hugh?
I don't care.
We'll get married in
a Catholic church. I'll convert.
But that would
break your mother's heart.
I'm sure if we tell Miss Phryne,
she'll help us find a solution.
Well, can't we
work it out ourselves?
That's what we're gonna have to
do when you don't work for her.
Pardon?
Once we set a date
and you give notice,
Miss Fisher's gonna
have to do without you.
Without me? Give up my job?
Right.
Dot.
Oh, Mr Creswick.
I was expecting your wife.
Hazel sends her apologies, but
she wasn't up to the car trip.
You thought
Miss Williams could help out
with some of our typing.
- I'd be happy to help.
- Thank you, Dot.
While you're here,
if you don't mind,
I would like a quiet word
about Louisa.
Of course.
It seems she dedicated
most of her evenings
to writing for radio,
but nothing of hers
has been to air?
Louisa was very ambitious,
but she had no training
as a writer.
And she was needed far more
as a typist.
Hazel only writes in longhand.
Then how do you explain this,
this morning's episode
word for word
in Louisa's personal notebook?
Really?
Well, perhaps she copied it
from one of Hazel's scripts
for some reason,
to learn from or...
Plagiarism?
I hope that's not what it was.
Could that be
why Hazel argued with her?
Any arguments they had couldn't
have been more than a tiff.
We work in very close quarters
and disagreements
are bound to happen.
Did Louisa mention
that she had any travel plans?
Not that I know of.
But Hazel was very reliant
on her,
and if she were
about to move on,
that would have left her
in the lurch, wouldn't it?
Yes, it would have left us all
in the lurch,
if we'd known about it.
What time
did you and Hazel arrive
at the award ceremony
last night?
I can't be sure.
We were a little late.
Hazel was nursing
one of her headaches
and I had to go on ahead of her.
- So she stayed at home?
- Only for half an hour.
Then she grabbed a cab
and joined me.
It was a wonderful evening.
To start with, anyway,
but it ended sadly for Louisa.
Look, I have to get back
to the station
and check Hazel's
on top of things.
We've already missed one
sponsor's message this morning.
I'd be happy to step in
if it would be of any help.
- I have performance experience.
- Really?
And I need to be
around the station in any case.
Well, I wouldn't want Hazel
to feel displaced,
but at the moment I would
be very grateful, Miss Fisher.
JIMMY: Now a word
from our favorite sponsor.
Ladies, do you scrub
your knuckles raw
to get your husband's shirts
white and bright?
What about the kiddies?
Are their clothes looking
faded and second-rate?
Well, then,
you really should try
new Flamboyance washing powder.
(plays piano)
♪ Ladies, listen to the news ♪
♪ No more
Monday morning blues ♪
♪ Just one scoop
of Flamboyance ♪
♪ And through your washing day
you'll dance ♪
♪ Flamboyance, Flamboyance ♪
♪ Just a little Flamboyance ♪
- (piano string snaps)
- Damn.
A brief tune, then it's news on
the hour with Archibald Jones.
Popped a string.
But bravo, Miss Fisher.
We make a wonderful team.
We should get cozy.
I'm quite cozy enough,
thank you.
Oh, hello.
Can I help you?
- Evening edition.
- Oh.
Bloody awful, what happened
to Louisa. She was a real gem.
Tell Clarence his paper's here.
He needs it for his racing show.
- Hello, Dot.
- Well done, miss.
You sounded just like
the real thing.
Thank you.
Our delivery man
seemed quite particular
that Clarence
get his newspaper, didn't he?
A betting tip.
Race six, Glory Girl.
(gasps)
I thought that fish was dead.
It's a new one, a present.
I know how upset Mrs Creswick
was about poor Oswald, so...
- That's very kind of you.
- It wasn't any trouble.
You really are a treasure, Dot.
I don't know what I'd do
without you.
Nor I without you, miss.
I just heard
the end of that broadcast.
What do you think you're doing,
Miss Fisher?
Hazel, Hazel,
if you'll just let me explain.
I asked Miss Fisher
to step in for us.
In that case,
I suppose I should thank you.
Not at all.
You can be so determined
to carry on sometimes, my love.
Are you sure you don't want me
to shell the peas, Mr Butler?
No, no, I enjoy podding peas.
It's very satisfying.
Mm.
And Miss Fisher relies on you
for a lot more
than just her evening meal.
We all help where we can
under this roof,
but you are her right-hand woman
at all hours
of the day and night.
Yes, I... I try to be
her girl Friday.
But that wouldn't be possible
if I lived anywhere else,
would it?
Not something I even want
to consider, Dorothy.
We need the radio. We've got
a date with a horse race.
Well, you can't just
come in here
and take over the wireless
whenever you please.
It's a job, Dottie. Look.
Miss Fisher asked us to keep an
eye on this horse. Glory Girl.
We told her she's a joke.
That nag ran last all season.
All right, then, one race,
but I warn you,
Miss Fisher has company,
constabulary company.
This guy's actually there,
Dottie, like he's at the track.
Up some bloody tree, I bet,
so the newspapers
don't lynch him
for stealing their thunder.
BALL: They're lining up
for race six in the Rowlands.
Second on the outside
is my tip for a win,
number four, Bedazzler.
I thought Glory Girl
was his favorite.
...number 12, Sonny Jim.
And last on the outside
is number 14, Glory Girl.
- And it's a wet track here...
- She hardly rated a mention.
I feel like I'm at the bookies'
circle in Flemington.
- Turn it down.
- One more chance at today's...
You're lucky
we haven't got a bet on.
Foaled on 7th July, 1926,
and she is still
going strong...
- Just get on with it.
- Shh.
7th July, 1926.
Who told Hazel Creswick
I should diversify into singing?
I'm not sure, but it certainly
is a wonderful suggestion.
I'm glad
my feeble undercover attempt
provides you with amusement.
I look for joy
in all the dark places, Archie.
So, someone's paying Clarence
Ball large amounts of cash
and Dodger looks like
the go-between.
He seemed quite at home letting
himself into the station,
but odd that he only offered up
one tip in all those races.
Perhaps Glory Girl
is an instruction
for the next act of sabotage.
Glory Girl could be
Hazel Creswick.
MAN: No!
She won. That bloody useless nag
won by four lengths.
Hello, Bert.
Miss Fisher. Inspector.
- Albert.
- Glory Girl won that race.
Definitely a genuine tip.
Not that that Clarence bloke
mentioned it on the radio.
No, not even close.
More interested in rabbiting on
about his Hall Of Fame
mystery horse.
Maybe it was a real tip.
And the money has more to do
with the racetrack
than sabotage.
Louisa may have stumbled on it
and paid the price.
I'll have Hugh
haul both of them in.
So, Dodger,
your real name is John Lockhart.
Any relation to Neddy Lockhart,
notorious racehorse trainer
and standover man?
He's my uncle. So what?
Glory Girl, a horse you circled
in the newspaper,
came in for a win
at 20-1 in race six today.
Perhaps we should talk
to your Uncle Ned about that.
He's got nothing to do with it.
I just keep my ear
to the ground.
If you don't want us
to pay him a visit,
tell us about Clarence Ball and
his involvement in all this.
I pass my tips on to Clarry.
He puts them on the air.
He's got some special code and
punters pay to get a hold of it.
That's it.
PHRYNE: Mr Ball,
we're very interested
in your daily
Hall Of Fame segment.
Please, call me Clarry.
No, thank you.
Now, your mystery horse today,
what was the clue, Constable?
Foaled 7th July, 1926.
Seventh letter
of the alphabet, G,
and then the seventh month,
another G, 1926.
- Race six, Glory Girl.
- Very clever.
- So you're running a book?
- No.
Dodger sells my code to
the punters from the newsstand.
I then broadcast the tip
before the race.
If punters want to put some
money on, that's their business
and if Dodger wants to pay me
cash, that's his business.
So you met up with Dodger
last night?
No. He wasn't there
at the usual time.
- He paid me today.
- What time do you usually meet?
After the show, around seven.
Last night I flashed the lights
to signal for him to come up,
but he didn't make it, so
I gave up on him and went home.
A witness told us you sold a
cinnamon bun to Miss Singleton.
What time was that?
About quarter past six.
- And what did you do after?
- Not much.
Tidied up, locked the stall,
walked home.
What about your nightly meetings
with Clarence Ball?
I'd spent the takings.
I put some bets on.
I didn't have it to give to him,
so I put him off.
Did you go anywhere near the
radio station later that night?
No.
I'll leave him to you,
Constable.
Archibald Jones is taking me
out on the town for the evening.
- Have you seen her injuries?
- No.
I've been too busy
announcing missing sheep
and the price of apples.
But you do it so well, Archie.
JACK: The coroner's report
suggests strangulation
as the cause of death.
Have you seen these notes
on the stomach contents?
Newspaper. Shreds found
in the victim's mouth as well.
Page 5, to be precise.
Our newspaper seller is looking
more and more interesting.
Or Louisa had
strange dietary habits.
Clarence said
she often worked late
and bought something to eat.
Except this is no ordinary fork.
Look.
JACK: Could have been caught
in a drawer.
It's too even.
This fork has been
especially modified.
For what?
We'll have to return
to the studio to find out.
Remind me to bring you
on my next break-in.
- You're really quite useful.
- Thank you.
Sorry. I was just trying
to steady you.
Steady me any time, Inspector.
This looks hopeful.
More racing tips?
Nothing in the sports pages.
Stop, stop.
There's a page missing.
Page 5, to be precise.
Louisa obviously had this
well hidden for a reason.
And whoever she confronted
with it...
- Made her eat her words.
- (door opens)
Quick, Jack.
Lost him.
Look.
Same as the empty pack I found
at the crime scene yesterday.
- Look at the lid.
- Dodger.
I saw him with the same pack
at the newsstand.
Looks like he's our arsonist.
A week of tips like this
from that Dodger character,
you think how many beers
that's gonna buy us.
Forget the beer. We'll be rich
enough to buy the whole pub.
How do you like that? Customers
could be waiting out here.
What are you two doing here?
Buying a paper.
No law against that.
- Where's Lockhart?
- Who?
John Lockhart.
People call him Dodger.
Never heard of him.
Oi, he's in here!
There were black fingerprints
all over the site of the fire.
The door, the bin.
It's newsprint.
Confirmed as
John "Dodger" Lockhart.
Looks like you found
your saboteur.
You can finally
blow your cover, Archie.
- But who murdered Dodger?
- And why?
If there's another killer
at large,
perhaps Dodger
didn't kill Louisa.
But I suspect he was there
that night at the radio station.
I agree. You said Dodger knew
Louisa was heading back
to the radio station.
If he waited to check
the coast was clear
before his meeting
with Clarence,
he could have witnessed a murder
rather than committed one.
And now he's paid the price.
And this...
...belongs to Hazel Creswick.
I recognize it from yesterday.
She may not be as helpless
as she seems.
I still doubt she's capable
of either murder all on her own.
Perhaps both the Creswicks
conspired.
It's almost time for my finale.
I'll meet you
at the radio station.
JACK: ...and almost everything
in between.
Plenty of good fishing available
right across the bay.
And now for Victoria's weather.
A low system will deepen
over the Bight waters, then...
move... move north of the state
and weaken.
And now
for some modern music from...
(classical music)
...Beethoven.
Archie, what are you doing?
You didn't finish the weather.
Consider this my resignation.
Did I leave my water?
I came up...
- Archie. You're a policeman.
- Detective Inspector, in fact.
It's not Archie.
It's Jack Robinson.
They passed me over as
a newsreader for a bloody cop!
Now, Mr and Mrs Creswick,
I must ask you to accompany me
to the station
to answer some questions about
the death of John Lockhart,
otherwise known as Dodger.
I already told you it's mine.
I wondered where I'd lost it.
How do you explain it being
found inside the newsstand?
I have no idea,
but I usually take one off
when I answer the telephone.
Ask anyone. Ask Jimmy. He'll
tell you where I was last night.
Collins. Collins!
Bring Mr Creswick through.
- He doesn't believe me.
- It's all right, my love.
We were home all evening.
We ran through our lines
for the next day,
ate dinner, went to bed.
Anyone could have picked up
Hazel's earring.
Why would the murderer
try and implicate your wife?
How should I know?
You're the fancy detective
who's been spying on us.
If you can't work out what's
going on, what hope have we got?
Some information's
just come through
that you might like to hear.
Mr Creswick, if you'd like
to wait outside with your wife.
I don't know how I'm gonna get
through the show today, Jimmy.
We'll manage, my darling.
We always do.
You haven't abandoned us too,
have you, Miss Fisher?
You will still play
Guinevere today?
I wouldn't miss it
for the world.
The coroner just telephoned
to confirm
the latest victim
was strangled with heavy wire,
possibly piano wire.
Clarence broke a piano wire
at the station yesterday.
How do you explain the earring?
An attempt to frame Hazel?
There was no love lost
between her and Clarence.
Perhaps we'll know more
when we find our missing page 5.
Check with Archives, Collins.
- Oh, Dot. Good.
- I came as fast as I could.
- What did you need me to do?
- I'm due on air.
I need you to take more evidence
to the police station for Hugh
while I recount
my Tuscan escapades.
Poor Oswald II.
Mrs Creswick will be devastated.
Yes.
One dead goldfish is unfortunate
but two points to foul play.
Miss Fisher would like
the police laboratory
to test the water and Oswald.
For what?
She thinks someone might have
put something in his water.
The man at the pet store
told me to clean his bowl out,
but I forgot.
Oh, Dottie. It's not your fault.
- It's not that, Hugh.
- Why don't you stay here?
I'll go get a jar
to test the water.
- I'll be back.
- Hugh, it's not about the fish.
It's about us.
I didn't think
what it would mean.
- What?
- Marriage, a wedding.
I want to be with you, Hugh,
I do...
but I want to work
for Miss Fisher too.
Well, that wouldn't be right,
you working,
not when
you're Mrs Hugh Collins.
I know.
Dottie, what are you doing?
I don't know what I want.
What is this?
No! Dottie, wait. Dottie!
JACK: What's going on, Collins?
We...
We've had another murder, sir.
I meant Miss Williams.
I always thought, sir, that
when Dottie and I set a date,
assuming she agreed, she'd stop
working for Miss Fisher
and make a home for us both.
I thought she'd be happy to.
But now it seems that
she doesn't wanna stop working
and she's not happy.
What you're experiencing,
Collins,
is the paradox
of pursuing a modern woman.
Dottie's a modern woman?
She's been living with one for
a while. It's bound to rub off.
At first Valerio was lovely,
but then he locked me in a
dungeon under his Tuscan castle.
Fortunately,
I managed to persuade the guard
to smuggle me out
through a secret passage.
Oh, my. How brave our daughter
is. Don't you agree, Ursula?
I wouldn't say brave.
Plucky, maybe. Resourceful.
It wasn't a very secure dungeon,
and I'm not sure that I should
tell you everything about...
the guard.
Guinevere, we are truly relieved
to have you...
Well, my dear,
we are very grateful
to have you home again
safe and sound.
Perhaps a cup of tea
to celebrate.
- (whistles)
- And... a song!
(music plays)
Why didn't you tell me
you were so ill?
I'm not, Jimmy.
It's just nerves.
Thank you, Miss Fisher.
I'll take her home.
- The doctor can see her there.
- No, Jimmy, please.
I don't need a doctor.
I need to finish the broadcast.
No, you don't. Come on.
(sighs)
Did you hear the broadcast, Dot?
The Polkinghorns came to
another abrupt ending today.
Yes, miss.
What on earth's the matter?
Hugh proposed.
He wants to announce it
so we can set a date.
- That's wonderful news.
- No, it's not.
If I marry Hugh, I won't be able
to work for you anymore.
Oh, Dot.
I won't go
on investigations with you
and take notes
and improve my typing
and go motoring with you
in the Hispano.
Dot. You hate motoring with me.
Yes, but I love everything else
and all that will end because...
that's the way Hugh sees it
and that's the way things are
for married women, miss.
That doesn't mean that's the way
things have to stay.
(doorbell rings)
Special delivery.
Louisa's last meal.
Thank you, Jack.
You know, I think
I'm gonna miss Archie Jones.
Did you choose
that name yourself?
- It did suit your gold tie.
- Just look at page 5.
Births. Bereavements.
A lost Pomeranian in Elwood.
What made this page
so special to Louisa?
Collins suggested Miss Williams
might have more luck.
Really?
I'll give it to her immediately.
Dot has been
rather upset lately.
Hugh hasn't spoken to you,
has he?
He did seek my advice, yes.
And what did you tell him?
That, I believe, is confidential
police information.
Like this.
JACK: Cause of death
of two goldfish: thallium.
It's found in rat poison.
Odorless, colorless
and dissolves in water.
Hazel drinks
a great deal of water.
Thallium also causes hair loss.
It'd have to be a low dose
for the victim to lose their
hair, otherwise they just die.
So Hazel's being poisoned,
slowly and carefully?
- The poisoner's poison.
- DOT: Miss!
Miss, I found it!
I found the clue.
It can't just be a coincidence.
From the beginning, Dot.
Public Notices.
In Memoriam. Here.
"Redpath, Guinevere.
1895-1925."
"Sadly missed.
Tragically killed in Perth."
"Fondly remembered for her
Twilight Melodies broadcast."
"Justice will prevail."
Guinevere was the name Louisa
used in the Polkinghorns.
Louisa lived in Perth
for a year.
So she could have known
this Guinevere.
But why would she hide
this notice?
(knocking)
- Mrs Creswick, come in.
- Thank you.
Hazel, you're not well.
Please will you fill in again
for me, Miss Fisher?
I'm not up to it,
as you can see.
Come into the parlor.
Make sure she stays here.
I'll have Hugh hunt up the file
on Guinevere Redpath.
I'm happy
to help you out again, Hazel,
but only if you let me take you
to hospital as soon as I'm done.
I'm not sure you realize
how ill you are.
No. I'm all right. I have to be.
I'm moving to start my new job
next week.
That ticket to Sydney, it wasn't
Louisa's, it was yours.
The new
national broadcasting service,
they're gathering presenters
from all around the country
and they want me.
That's quite an honor.
Congratulations.
But I couldn't leave 3JH
in the lurch,
so I was training Louisa
to take over.
She booked the ticket for me.
Hazel, have you ever heard of
a Guinevere Redpath from Perth?
Or Twilight Melodies?
It's a radio show.
No, but you could look
in our archives.
Louisa was in charge
of cataloguing them.
Dot, look after Hazel.
I'm due on air.
A Mrs Guinevere Redpath,
soprano on Radio 6KB's
Twilight Melodies.
Discovered dead in her bed
at 27 Kent Street, Cottesloe,
aged 30.
- And the police inquiry?
- Inconclusive, sir.
They were never able
to interview
her husband of five years,
a Mr Harry Redpath,
a wireless technician.
Harry Redpath
could have killed his wife,
caught a train to Melbourne,
changed his name.
You think he's
Louisa Singleton's killer, sir?
And Hazel Creswick's poisoner.
Why haven't you told Mr Creswick
about the job opportunity?
It's such exciting news.
Miss Williams, have you ever
loved a man so much
you'd sacrifice your freedom?
Jimmy taught me everything
I know about radio.
He made me and he adores me,
but he won't let me
do anything on my own.
He won't let me have any money,
he won't let me drive
or go anywhere without him.
I feel like I'm suffocating.
Could you play this next?
Special request.
Do I get one in return?
Save your breath, Clarry.
Your charms are lost on me.
Liar.
And now a very special treat,
a taste of the past,
Twilight Melodies.
(gentle classical music)
JIMMY:
Good evening, music lovers.
Welcome to "Twilight Melodies"
with Harry and Gwinny Redpath.
Jimmy.
Where is my wife, Miss Fisher?
I have no idea.
She'd better be here soon.
(gentle classical music)
Perhaps the poison
slowed her down.
Louisa found you out,
didn't she, Harry?
Remembered your voice
from her time in Perth.
And then Guinevere's memorial
notice jogged her memory.
She put Guinevere's name
into the script
to see how you'd react
and ordered that old recording
just to make sure.
You're not going anywhere
until Hazel gets here.
- I want her now.
- PHRYNE: Why?
So you can kill her
like you killed your first wife?
- JIMMY: Be quiet.
- You're not gonna shoot me?
What would be
the point in that?
- I'm calling the police.
- You left your wife at home...
Sir, Dot's on the telephone.
Miss Fisher's in trouble.
You came back here to the studio
to poison her again,
but Louisa
caught you in the act.
This is you.
You dragged her body outside.
Clarence couldn't hear
any of it.
You continued on
to the awards night
as if nothing had happened,
and poor old Dodger saw it all.
You realized he witnessed the
murder, so you killed him too.
You're not moving
until Hazel
walks through that door.
She defied me,
and if I can't have her,
no one will.
I will kill her.
And I'll kill you too,
Miss Fisher.
What have you done?
You'll get the same as Louisa!
Miss Fisher?
Hope you enjoyed the show, Jack.
Constable, get him up.
Harry Redpath,
you're under arrest
for the murders
of Guinevere Redpath,
Louisa Singleton
and John Lockhart.
And the attempted murder
of Hazel Creswick.
You took your time.
(lively jazz)
Might wanna put this back on?
But how will we
solve everything?
It's a paradox, Dottie,
a problem
that takes time to solve.
Time for me
to understand the modern woman.
So you're happy
for a long engagement, then?
I'm happy.
Me too.
I would like to propose a toast.
You too, Mr Butler. I insist.
To two of the dearest people
I know.
To Dot, my Rock of Gibraltar,
my strong right hand.
And, of course, to Hugh,
that purveyor of quiet yet
irresistible constabulary charm.
To Dot and Hugh!
ALL: Dot and Hugh.
- Yes, yes, of course.
- Mr B.
So, Archie, looks like
it's back to your old life.
Don't stop because of me.
♪ We're all alone
No chaperone ♪
♪ Can get our number ♪
♪ The world's in slumber ♪
♪ Let's misbehave ♪
♪ There's something wild
about you, child ♪
♪ That's so contagious ♪
♪ Let's be outrageous ♪
♪ Let's misbehave ♪
♪ You know my heart is true ♪
♪ And you say you for me care ♪
♪ Somebody's sure to tell ♪
♪ But what the heck
do we care? ♪
♪ They say that bears have
love affairs and even camels ♪
♪ We're merely mammals ♪
♪ Let's misbehave ♪
♪ We're merely mammals ♪
♪ Let's misbehave ♪