(wings flutter)
MAN: What?
Where is it?
- Where's the money? - Please.
Wait! Wait! Wait!
(yells)
What about... this one?
- That's a Luger. - Excellent. Which Luger?
A 1908 semi-automatic.
Which means?
Compared to the 1896 Mauser, it has greater accuracy.
The Luger magazine holds eight bullets compared to ten in the Mauser.
It's very important information,
especially if someone's just fired eight bullets at you.
Mr. Butler, I can't seem to find the Mauser anywhere.
Didn't you take it to Lakes Entrance, miss?
PHRYNE: So I did.
Must still be in the overnight bag.
(door opens)
- MR. BUTLER: Morning, Mrs. Stanley. - Good morning, Albert.
(door closes)
Good Lord!
Is it necessary for everyone in this household to brandish a weapon?
- Sorry, Mrs. Stanley. - Is everything alright, Aunt Prudence?
Could we have a word? In private?
This is a very delicate matter.
I had to wrestle with my conscience as to whether to tell you at all.
This telegram is addressed to me.
"Dearest Prudence. Temporary financial problems.
"Need urgent loan. Any amount will help. Your loving sister, Margaret."
I made sure that Father wired her money before I put him on the boat to England.
- He'll be there in a couple of weeks. - It's obviously one of Henry's antics.
Why wouldn't Mother telegram me?
To preserve your father's dignity, no doubt.
She knows that horse has well and truly bolted with me.
I beg your pardon, miss. The Inspector's on the telephone.
He needs your assistance at a crime scene.
Let me get to the bottom of this, Aunt P.
Thank you.
(sighs)
Ugh.
(tram bell rings)
Don't dawdle, Dot!
- Jack. - Miss Fisher. Miss Williams.
- Good morning, Miss Williams. - Constable Martin.
Fell, jumped or pushed?
Frank McNabb. He was the concierge.
Foreign cigarettes.
Looks like a knife wound.
JACK: Mm.
Inflicted last night, perhaps, in some sort of scuffle?
- Do you know what floor he fell from? - No, not yet.
But we found this beside the body. Constable...
Read the label, please.
"Property of Miss Phryne Fisher."
JACK: The safe was robbed last night. Nothing else seems to have been taken.
There's nothing else worth much in there.
Who has access to the keys?
Just myself and Frank. The concierge.
You didn't open it?
We never open the safe at night. It's house policy.
The blood on the floor
would suggest your concierge tried to fight off the robber.
Blood leads to...
(keys jingle)
(safe door closes)
PHRYNE: Where do these stairs lead?
The rooftop.
So, McNabb snatched the bag and made a run for it upstairs?
In which case, the robber followed McNabb to the rooftop,
took the contents of the bag and shoved him over the edge.
Miss Fisher, why was a bag with your name on it the only one robbed?
May I look at your guest register, please?
(woman laughs)
Phryne, my dear!
What are you doing at the Grand Hotel?
I know it's the most salubrious of surroundings--
You're meant to be on a ship steaming around the Cape!
I missed the boat.
As it happens you've caught me at a bad time. The lovely Edith here--
- It's Enid. - What?
It's Enid.
Yes, was just servicing the room and I stupidly spilt champagne on her dress.
It's all sorted now, Baron.
Does Mother know?
I didn't want to trouble her. She doesn't like to fuss over minor details.
Her nerves.
I'm sorry, Jack.
I don't think I can bring myself to assist you with this case after all.
How could he have missed that boat? I saw him walk up the gangplank.
I watched the purser check his ticket!
I should have stood guard on the dock
and waited for the boat to clear the bay!
(Phryne sighs)
What's that smile?
- He outsmarted you. - He did not outsmart me!
He behaved in a way that no reasonable human being would behave!
(sighs) Alright, he outsmarted me.
And I have to admit
a... grudging admiration for that.
But given Fisher the elder
seems even more resourceful and unpredictable than Fisher the younger...
...how can I investigate this case without you?
(door opens then closes)
Alright, I'll assist.
But what?
But understand that my father
is not as charming and harmless as he appears to be.
(door opens)
Ah, Lord Fisher. Would you mind taking a seat?
No airs and graces between us, Jack. Please, just call me Henry.
Now, what's all this about?
There was a murder last night.
- A murder? - The concierge.
Frank McNabb. Do you know him?
A little. Seemed a nice enough fellow.
It appears he was killed as the result of a robbery.
A robbery, you say?
Yes, remember that bag you pilfered from my house when you left?
Borrowed. "Pilfered" is an ugly word.
- JACK: It was stolen from the safe. - PHRYNE: With my Mauser pistol.
God knows why you need a gun!
What else was in the bag?
A few items of clothing. Shirts, collars, extra socks.
No one would have gone out of their way to steal your socks.
What about the money to wire back to Mother?
Well, I had to keep some cash back. Just enough to see me through.
- How much? - I can't recall exactly.
I don't believe you.
Things must be dire when a daughter can't believe her father!
- Thingsaredire! - Thank you, Lord Fisher.
We'll defer questioning till we complete the examination of our crime scene.
(door opens)
You wanted me back in the fray, Jack! I haven't finished with him!
Ah, let's call an intermission, hm?
Ah, sorry, sir. You have to stand back. It's police business.
The company sent me to fix the telephones.
HILDA: The telephones? What's wrong with them?
Well, I can come back another time, if it's inconvenient.
Not again!
No, we need them working. Business is bad enough.
(Hilda sighs)
The master switch box is in the cellar.
Enid... any tips from room 23?
Might be the last offering after his run of luck last night.
Um, I-I know we got off on the wrong foot, Miss Williams,
but I understand that this position is temporary
and Constable Collins will be back in no time.
Any day now, I'd say.
Well, I thought, in... in the meanwhile,
maybe you could teach me a few things.
Teach you?
I still have a lot to learn.
Well, not as much as me, I think.
Why run to the rooftop where there's no means of escape?
He had a knife-wielding robber right behind him.
Not everyone's cool under fire.
And then the robber pushed McNabb over the side.
JACK: Along with your bag.
But why didn't the thief take the bag along with the contents?
Unless...
...McNabb knew there was another way down.
I wonder where this ends up.
- Miss Fisher! - Whee!
(knock on door)
PHRYNE: Jack, is that you?
No need for formalities.
I think we can safely assume the contents of that bag
are far more interesting than an old man's socks.
- The laundry? - PHRYNE: You see anyone lurking around?
- Not last night. - JACK: Where were you?
I'm a suspect now, am I?
If you wouldn't mind answering the question, Mrs. Cobb.
I was in the Twilight Room. Every evening we have the twilight waltz.
Not like that! Put the big one at the bottom!
Look... we're all very sorry about poor Frank,
but I have got a hotel to run.
We can just as easily talk down at the station.
And how's that going to look?
Being marched out in front of my guests.
The Grand does have a reputation to uphold.
I'm sure we all know that the Grand is not quite as grand as it used to be.
I understand it was the subject of a number of police raids.
Misunderstandings, all of them.
Well, let's not have any more misunderstandings.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
I'm about to serve lunch in the Twilight Room.
Between that and the front desk, I don't have time to talk.
You may have noticed I'm shorthanded.
I'm sure that my assistant could mind the front counter for you, Mrs. Cobb.
Of course, miss.
And we can wait for you to serve lunch.
Make a note of all the guest names, Dot.
(whispers) Yes, miss.
I'd be happy to assist you, Miss Williams.
I suppose that would be quicker.
- Now... - Can you read them out to me? Quietly.
Miss L. Knight...
I wonder if the twilight waltz was ever a respectable proposition.
Oh, it was the height of fashion before the war.
Completely aboveboard.
Despite my father's patronage.
This is where he wooed my mother.
He claimed he had tickets,
but all he really had was a vague connection to the brother of the doorman
who escorted them through the kitchen each night
when the maître d' wasn't looking.
Mother should have known that that spelled trouble.
Obvious, but inherited powers of persuasion.
Mother blamed it all on his dancing.
Claimed that one whirl in his arms forced all reason from her head.
A good waltz can do that.
I never believed her.
We'll have to make this quick.
Clearly, whoever robbed this place knew their way around.
They also knew Lord Fisher's bag was in the safe.
Which suggests a member of staff.
Which staff were working at the time of the robbery?
Frank was on the front desk.
I was sweeping up after the dance and one of the maids was still clocked on.
Not Enid, by any chance?
(keys jingle)
PHRYNE:Enid?
JACK:What time did you finish work last night?
It would have been 11 or 12.
JACK: Which was it?
The dance finished at eleven.
You were working in the Twilight Room?
- Well, I-- - That's a lovely necklace.
A very expensive one.
- I wouldn't know. - Was it a present?
Did your work take you to my father's room last night?
It's not like that.
JACK: Then tell us how it is.
I'm very fond of Henry. He's had a lot of trouble. He doesn't have anyone else.
- He's here all alone. - (Phryne scoffs)
- So, you went to his room? - He...
He was upset last night. He just needed a shoulder to cry on.
What was he upset about?
He said he'd lost money in a game of cards
and he was down to his last £10.
PHRYNE: Father!
(knock on door)
He said something about going to the races today.
Mrs. Cobb gave him one of her tips.
JACK: Thank you, Enid. We won't keep you any further.
I like the nags because I grew up in the country.
- What about cards? - Wouldn't know a king from a queen.
And if the guests decide to gamble, it's not the fault of the hotel.
- Which guests were gambling? - I really can't say.
Can't or won't?
Memory fails me. Why don't you ask your father?
Now, am I done? Can I get back to running my hotel?
For now. Thank you, Mrs. Cobb.
(Hilda clicks fingers)
Miss, I finished that thing you told me to do.
Excellent, Dot.
- Here, Dorothy. - Thank you.
Neville was kind enough to give me a hand.
Here's the guest list for the last week.
We found something useful in the back of the ledger.
It looks like some sort of code.
PHRYNE: Pertaining to illegal card games.
And the latest one was last night.
Seems Mrs. Cobb at least knows her clubs from her spades.
Keep an eye on her. As soon as she leaves her office, take a look around.
But what about this Karol woman?
I'm not sure that Karol is a woman.
Karol with a "K" is a Polish name that would go with the surname...
...Valenski.
Staying in room...
HENRY: Get your hands off me!
- Think you can outsmart me? - Leave him alone, you swine!
And you betray me, huh?
Alright, alright! Break it up. Break it up!
No! Wait! Stop!
Karol Valenski, I presume.
PHRYNE:I'm sure you had your reasons for trying to throttle Henry Fisher.
Lord knows I understand the urge.
What was the subject of the altercation?
I don't like his taste in clothes.
And apart from his sartorial shortcomings?
(speaks Polish)
(clears throat) Gambling on card games is illegal.
Compliments on your poker face.
My face is like this all the time.
Shall I tell you what I think you were doing last night?
Playing poker with my father.
I'd say you won.
And he refused to pay.
I'm not interested in gambling charges, Mr. Valenski.
All I want is the truth.
(sighs)
He lost.
Said he would pay me when they opened the safe first thing in the morning.
Only this morning... there is no money.
It has been stolen.
Now, who do you suppose did that?
I lost because that biddy who runs the hotel brought in a professional gambler.
A ringer, the Americans call them.
Karol Valenski?
In his heyday, he was known in all the great casinos in Europe.
Now, he's reduced to cheating.
It's true.
Every time I had a strong hand, he folded.
You must be able to charge him with cheating, Jack.
What happened to the gun that was in Miss Fisher's bag?
Am I under interrogation?
Am I suspected of a crime?
Tell me that bag didn't contain the entire £10,000
you were meant to wire back to Mother.
No. Not the entire amount.
I did have my expenses.
Karol Valenski claims you had no intention
of paying him the money you owed.
You don't think I intended to do a flit?
Steal my own money from the safe and disappear into the night?
You think I'd kill a man to avoid paying a gambling debt?
You suspect your own father of murder?
It may not be the first time.
I haven't thought about this in years, but I haven't forgotten it either.
It was during the war.
I was woken in the middle of the night by voices.
When I went downstairs I could hear my father.
(shouting)
With a visitor.
My father was arguing with him,
but I couldn't hear everything they were saying.
The morning newspapers reported an unidentified man
had been dragged from the River Thames,
strangled before his body was dumped in the early hours.
How do you know it was the man your father argued with?
The newspapers described the heavy coat he was wearing.
Have you ever spoken to him about it?
I've accused my father of a lot of things, Jack.
But not murder.
What is it we're looking for?
Whatever it is Miss Fisher thinks she's trying to hide.
Keep a lookout.
A locked drawer's a good start.
Will you be able to break it open?
There's always a way.
(lock clicks)
Very clever.
- HILDA:I'll be in my office. - She's coming!
(clears throat)
Sorry, Mrs. Cobb.
You know how it is.
Please don't mention this to Miss Fisher.
Go on. Off you go.
- Thank you. - Thank you, ma'am.
- Don't you know I'm engaged? - I'm sorry, Miss Williams.
I-I really didn't think of what else to do.
If my Hugh found out, he'd knock you sideways.
I'm sorry.
I-I really am.
At least she believed us, I think.
Let's see what's in the cigar box.
You know, I'm sure that Miss Fisher, at times,
has to resort to some extreme measures, for the sake of her investigation.
That's true.
But I'm not Miss Fisher and I don't want it to happen again.
Of course.
DOT: Empty.
(Dot sighs)
Send an inquiry to Scotland Yard, Constable.
- Yes, sir. - It's an old homicide case from 1916.
I'd like to know if they have a physical description of the deceased.
- Ah, yes, sir. - Thank you.
And sir?
I've discovered more evidence to do with the Grand Hotel.
Where did you get these?
Mrs. Cobb's office drawer, sir.
I believe that they reveal another suspect for the murder.
I-I wanted to be sure before I spoke to you.
So, was it your idea to conduct this search?
I admit Miss Williams suggested it, sir.
You had no warrant, Constable. This evidence is inadmissible in a court.
But Miss Fisher--
Is not a member of the Victoria Police Force.
Her methods have a certain latitude we cannot match.
Your methods must be scrupulous.
- Do you understand? - Yes, sir.
Now, Miss Williams is a morally upright and intelligent young woman.
I've noticed that too, sir. She's pretty as well.
So, you must return those documents to Miss Williams immediately,
to do whatever her conscience dictates.
Of course, sir.
So, you kept these from me to impress the Inspector
and further your prospects in the force?
From my experience of ambitious young police officers,
I can tell you that's a very slippery slope.
And there are more important things to life.
So, I'm sorry it led me to behave so badly.
At least you had the courage to come clean.
And I admire that, Constable.
Thank you.
I should head back to the station, then.
Would you like some biscuits to take back?
- Um ... - For the Inspector, too.
Uh, that would be lovely.
Thank you, Miss Williams.
(birds chirp)
(door closes)
(whistles)
AUNT PRUDENCE:Your poor mother.
I told her all those years ago he'd bring her nothing but misery.
This time he'll ruin her. I know it.
I won't let that happen, Aunt P.
What are your chances of retrieving the stolen £10,000?
Fair to middling.
Father is of no help at all.
In fact, more of a deliberate hindrance.
I've had to entertain the possibility he might have organized the robbery.
You think he killed a man?
I'm not sure what to think.
Sorry to interrupt,
but Constable Martin and I found something in Hilda Cobb's office
that might be of interest.
They're love letters to Mrs. Cobb from Frank McNabb, the concierge.
So, our young concierge had an eye for the older ladies?
Yes, but I don't think it ended well.
Seldom does with unsuitable matches.
"It's true, our little scheme is a good earner."
Gambling, no doubt.
"But I can no longer love you in the way that you desire."
This letter was dated two days ago.
Just before McNabb was murdered.
The Grand Hotel's having a dance tonight, if you need to look around.
Not the twilight waltz?
(jazz music plays)
Oh. How the mighty have fallen!
I didn't know you'd been here before.
A lifetime ago.
I was here the night your father proposed to your mother.
Unfortunately, I arrived too late.
Keep Mrs. Cobb busy for me, Dot,
while I investigate the less public face of the Grand.
I'm sure Father will make an appearance very soon.
- A bit late for snooping, isn't it? - I haven't come for that.
I was hoping to brush up on my dancing before my wedding for the bridal waltz.
I noticed the ring on your finger.
That's why you two couldn't keep your hands off each other.
- Oh, no, that wasn't my-- - There is no need to explain.
I have felt the pitter-patter of the heart myself once or twice.
Alright. Arms shoulder height and graceful.
I'll take the gentleman's part. And...
Step, two, three, one, two, three.
Step, two, three, one.
Has there been anyone else special in your life since your husband, Mrs. Cobb?
My last fellow worked here at the hotel,
but I had to give him his marching orders.
You sacked him? Why?
Because he told me that I was too old for him.
I thought it didn't matter. I loved him and I thought he loved me.
I couldn't have him under my nose after that. I had to put an end to things.
Now, I'll never see him again.
(door locks)
(clanking)
Sorry, madam.
Just checking the phone wires.
Nothing in this hotel is where it ought to be.
You don't happen to know what's on the other side of this wall, do you?
(keys jingle)
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
- Henry? - (sighs)
Care to dance, Prudence?
No, thank you. I'm already skating on the edge of social ruin by being here!
I'm here to make you a business proposition.
Then propose away.
I will give you as much money as it takes
to make you disappear in a puff of smoke and leave my sister alone!
Disappear?
You really expect me to agree to such an outrageous request?
Not once have you been a dutiful husband
or a responsible father!
You and your drinking and your flights of fancy and dark moods!
You were always trying to take Margaret away from me
because you couldn't bear for her to have a passionate life.
What happened to your passion, Prudence?
Don't you dare speak to me like that!
(shouts) Don't you dare try to bribe me to leave my wife!
Mrs. Stanley?
Tell Phryne I'll make my own way home.
I can't stay a moment longer in this hovel!
(Eugene cracks knuckles)
PHRYNE:McNabb set himself up in there.
He could see the opponent's cards
and signal to Karol Valenski using Morse code.
The wire leads underneath the floorboards... to this.
If Valenski put his foot on the panel, he could feel the Morse code.
Ingenious.
Hilda must have known and the house must have taken a cut of the winnings.
Cheating? No!
I'm sure it was just a friendly game.
Not so friendly for the loser.
Frank McNabb cooked this up with Karol Valenski.
Were you in on it or not?
We know he jilted you.
Is that why you pushed him off the roof?
I loved him.
I told your assistant that.
Nevertheless, you sacked him.
Perhaps he took it upon himself to rob that safe on his way out.
Or he was in cahoots with Valenski and Valenski double-crossed him.
Well, if that's the case,
then I've been played for an even bigger fool than I thought.
I knew it wasn't right. I knew.
But Frank said it was a surefire way to keep the hotel going.
This old place is all I've got.
Are you going to charge me for the gambling?
Not tonight.
We'll look at other charges once this murder is solved.
Any news from Hugh?
No, but I'm working on getting him a promotion.
Well, if I were you I'd work a little faster.
Constable.
Let's go.
Any chance of talking Karol Valenski into one last game?
Are you joking?
No, Mr. Valenski.
If I were, you would be laughing.
I don't play cards with women.
That's a pity.
My money is as good as any man's.
(speaks Polish)
(clears throat) And your preferred game is...?
To tell you the truth, I find all card games tiresome.
But my father did teach me all the variations of poker.
So, perhaps... seven-card stud?
(Karol clears throat)
If you don't mind, I'd like to inspect the cards.
That all seems to be in order.
But I do feel a draft.
That's better.
Please apologize to your friend for me if he was hoping to watch the card game.
Shall we play?
Henry.
Going somewhere?
I was just writing you a note.
I hope I haven't upset you, my dear.
I've grown very fond of you, but I'm in a difficult position.
I know you're spoken for
and... I'm sure I'll get over you, eventually,
but I've decided to go back home to Beechworth.
Well, you need a good send-off.
And tonight... we're in luck.
I know a place on Little Lonsdale that serves sly grog all night.
Let's have one last hurrah.
You're a devil!
I just need to finish packing. Wait downstairs?
My lady.
My lord.
(sighs)
KAROL: I call it.
PHRYNE: Three jacks.
(Karol clears throat)
Shall we keep playing?
I... I seem to be low on funds.
But you hold an IOU signed by my father.
Hmm. Yes, I do.
Flush.
Full house.
(sighs)
Beginner's luck, I suppose.
Your father is a coward! Ahem!
(door opens then closes)
What sort of a man lets his daughter fight his battles for him?
Now, just a moment--
Don't think this is the end of the matter.
And what matter would that be?
(Henry grunts)
You know where that money is.
Tell me who has it
or I will take everything you have and destroy you!
Have you finished?
(gun cocks)
No one is destroying anyone.
Now, I'm going out for a drink with my lady friend
and you are going to crawl back under whatever rock you came from.
Agreed?
She is not your lady friend.
And the next time I see you, I too will be armed!
Tomas!
(lighter clicks)
(indistinct shouting)
Just stay here, Dot.
- Give me that case! - Get off me!
Stop!
(door opens)
- Did you see who it was? - No, it was too dark.
- Karol Valenski? - He didn't sound Polish.
But I have a fair idea what he was after.
Think Enid robbed the safe? She would have known your father had money.
If Enid was our robber, she would have taken off that night.
I think there's another possibility.
The robber caught up with McNabb on the rooftop and shoved him over the edge.
Perhaps they didn't realize the money had been dropped down the laundry chute.
JACK:The money would have sat in the trolley in the laundry.
PHRYNE:Until Enid came along.
I presume she hid the money somewhere until she made her escape tonight.
So, if Enid had the money...
Our robber must have found out and gone after her.
Whoever he is, he must have something to do with my father.
Why?
He dropped this.
Where is he? Where's my father?
Those are his bags!
He steamed off in a lather about Enid being killed.
He went off with two blokes in a cab.
I bloody well hope he's gone to do the honorable thing.
What?
- Where were they going? - The Botanic Gardens.
Pistols at dawn.
What the hell's he playing at now?
Baron, no disrespect, but I'm not sure this is the best idea you've ever had.
- We should just call Miss Fisher. - No.
That bastard challenged me to a duel and he killed an innocent young woman.
- He denied it. - He's a liar.
That bloke looks like he knows how to shoot.
- Have your second prepare the weapon! - Bloody hell!
- Looks like you're the second. - Half my bloody luck!
(gun clicks)
Ten paces.
Then we take our shots.
Henry, I really reckon this is a mistake.
Silence, Albert. I'll be fine.
If I'm not... tell Phryne I'm sorry for everything.
The whole sad, sorry lot of it.
(gun cocks)
Ready!
BERT AND TOMAS: One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine ...
(gunshot)
(birds' wings flutter)
Idiot! I don't think you're quite aware you're dealing with a man of honor.
Baron Henry George Fisher!
Of Richmond Upon Thames.
Father, stop! What are you doing?
About to right a wrong. Isn't that what you're so fond of doing?
Karol Valenski didn't kill Enid!
I've seen enough to know all Valenski's guilty of is cheating at cards!
But I've won back your losses.
Now, if you would please put down my pistol.
We need to find the real killer. You're the only person who can help.
Who did you see?
He had an English accent and your stolen passport.
Valenski!
It's your lucky day!
(gunshot)
(birds' wings flutter)
Whoever robbed that safe
knew your bag contained close to £10,000.
- Who did you tell? - No one.
- Enid? - No.
I won't hear a word said against Enid. She was very kind to me--
- (shouts) What about Hilda Cobb? - Who?
JACK: Someone knew the money was there. No other bag was touched.
I told you both, I've no idea who it is.
This man was English. Someone you met on the voyage out here?
Did you... confide in someone or cross swords with them?
Someone's after you, aren't they?
You're afraid.
I'm sorry, Constable Martin,
if I've done anything to give you the wrong idea, but--
Call me Neville, please.
I-I know you're engaged,
but not married yet and this fella has gone off and left you...
...and I can't help how I feel.
NEVILLE:You're like a flower and when I held you in my arms--
You'd better stop right there, Constable.
Please tell me there's a chance.
- Please? - DOT:I can't.
Whatever Hugh does and whenever he comes back, even if he doesn't,
my heart remains true to his.
That's just how it is.
I understand... Dorothy.
Neville?
(screams)
Two people are dead and he still won't tell us the truth.
There's something I think you should see.
Sent from Scotland Yard.
It's a description of the man you thought your father killed.
Short. Just over 5ft.
Fair-haired?
This is not the man I saw with my father.
He was tall and heavily built. He was pacing up and down.
Jack...
He's been here all along. The man who came to fix the telephones.
He was... cracking his knuckles.
It's him.
He's the man who's after my father.
Excuse me, sir.
- Ah, Lord Fisher's disappeared. - What?
Sir, I'd like to request an immediate transfer back to Wangaratta.
- I'm sorry to leave you one man down-- - When exactly did he disappear?
(phone rings)
City South Police. Inspector Robinson.
Uh... Prudence Stanley here.
Uh, could I speak to my niece, please?
It's your aunt.
- Aunt Prudence? -Phryne?
I was wondering if you were planning to return for lunch today.
I've decided to stay because Mr. Butler's making shepherd's pie
and you know how much I love it.
Tell Mr. Butler to set an extra place. I'll be there immediately.
Yes. I will. Good-bye.
Jack, something's wrong. Aunt Prudence hates shepherd's pie.
Would you like me to stay?
I need to have a word with him alone.
- Baron. - Jack.
We caught the man who killed Frank McNabb and Enid.
Who is he?
He wasn't carrying any identification.
Who does he say he is?
He's not saying much at all,
given that he's unconscious and may not survive.
He's at the Royal Melbourne Hospital under police guard.
He's the same man I saw you arguing with during the war, isn't he?
At Norfolk House in 1916.
I don't know who you think you saw so long ago.
Please, for once in your life will you tell me the truth?
Yes, it could be him.
But he was crazy, shell-shocked.
Turned up out of the blue. Claimed I owed him money from a card game.
- And did you? - Perhaps.
There are times I can't recall with perfect clarity.
In any case, I could afford to help him, so I gave him a pot of money
and I thought that would be the end of it.
Clearly, it wasn't, since he followed you all the way to Australia.
Well, my dear girl, he can't harm anyone now.
I think it's high time you sailed back to Mother.
I've rebooked your passage for early next month.
Cec and Bert will be taking you to a guesthouse in Lilydale.
The cab's waiting outside.
Even you can't get yourself into trouble in Lilydale.
(Henry sighs)
Hm.
So, did your father shed any light on our killer's identity?
Of course not.
Another secret in his secret life.
(jazz music plays)
Care for a waltz, Miss Fisher?
Are you sure you want to risk it?
What's the risk?
Well, I have waltzed with the best.
French presidents, English princes, American film stars.
The waltz is a very serious dance.
And I'm a serious man.
My mother lost all reason when she was waltzed.
Well, if she hadn't,
this would be a world without a certain Phryne Fisher in it.
And what kind of world would that be?