Henry George Fisher. Baron of Richmond.
PHRYNE: This is Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.
Inspector.
Causing trouble can't be your only motivation.
There have been unforeseen delays on my financial return.
PHRYNE:Someone's after you, aren't they?
You're afraid.
Who did you see?
PHRYNE:My father was arguing with him.
I couldn't hear everything they were saying.
What grudge do you hold against my father?
Your father is a dishonorable, deceitful man.
Does he owe you money?
Open it!
Miss Fisher, you'd better telephone for an ambulance. Tell them to hurry.
MAN: Our human lives are brief and insignificant
compared with the universe around us.
Billions of years old,
expanding from the moment of its inception
and expanding still.
Forever in flux.
Poppycock!
Everything you've said tonight is poppycock.
God made the world in six days, Mr. Tode, not billions of years.
(crowd murmurs)
Gentlemen, thank you--
When was the last time you scientists read your Bible?
It's not for mankind to solve God's mysteries
and He will punish you,
come Judgment Day!
(foreign accent) Mr. Tode!
I would like to know how, as an Englishman,
you obtained your data from the Southern Hemisphere?
Mr. Efendi... thank you, but I'm afraid we're out of time.
(crowd applauds)
GATEKEEPER: Mr. Tode!
Mr. Tode!
- When did he escape? - Last night.
I was hoping we'd find him by morning. Where's your father?
Out of harm's way in Lilydale. Cec and Bert are bringing him back this morning.
- Is that wise? - Not ideal. His ship sails tomorrow.
We have to keep him safe for one day.
(door closes)
HENRY: Where are you, my dear? This is more like it.
My rural idyll was wearing very thin.
- Inspector. - JACK: Baron.
Why are the police guard on the door?
Father, you're not here for a change of scenery.
A crazed fugitive is on the loose and your life is in danger.
What fool discharged the man from hospital?
He didn't ask permission, Baron.
Why is this man so fixated on you?
I can't believe he'd follow you across the world
just because of a gambling dispute.
He's delusional, Phryne.
Who knows why he's holding me to account?
But I promise you, it's not justified.
He murdered two people trying to get to your money,
held my household at gunpoint
and fatally choked a police officer escaping from hospital last night.
Does this mean anything to either of you?
(phone rings)
- The Wren Institute? - JACK: It was beside his hospital bed.
- Any connection? - HENRY: None I can think of.
JACK: Well, something about this place or these three men,
has aroused our escapee's interest.
Excuse me, Inspector.
Constable Collins needs you
at the Wren Institute of Science as soon as possible.
Apparently, there's been a murder.
Don't go anywhere.
(door closes)
JACK:Victim is Mr. Quentin Tode.
English scientist and recipient of last night's Wren Science prize.
Could have been a struggle. Looks like he cracked his skull.
Or maybe he fell. Look here. Blood.
Could have scattered the papers on the way down.
What about the bruise on his cheek?
If this is the work of our escapee,
Mr. Tode has something in common with my father.
Astronomy?
My father's interests have always been decidedly earthbound.
Mr. Tode is an Englishman, like our escapee.
Maybe there's some sort of grudge between them as well.
How curious.
Why would Mr. Tode be carrying around a ladies' wristwatch?
With an even curiouser engraving?
JACK: "Remember?"
An old love?
Or a new threat.
Getting back to Mr. Tode, how did you discover his body?
It was the blue glow. That's why I was there.
Then I saw it was coming from Mr. Tode.
And what kind of glowing?
Blue, if you were paying attention.
That's when I knew the aliens must have taken his soul.
Probably through the hole they made in his brain.
Aliens? You mean... like a Martian?
Yes, son. They're out there.
So, this unidentified figure you saw leaving the grounds,
was it a man, like me,
or was it a woman, like her?
Neither, I'd say.
There was a darkness around its body,
but it had a glowing ring around its neck.
What's this?
"The Heavens declare the glory of God
and the firmament showeth his handiwork."
Psalm 19.
Clearly someone trying to prove a point with all those exclamation marks.
Our escapee didn't strike me as a religious fanatic.
No, and I have trouble reconciling the glory of God
with a man who's murdered three times.
(guitar music)
Can you hear that music?
Pythagoras could hear the music of the spheres,
but he was a lot more mathematical than you are.
Listen. It sounds oriental.
Turkish, perhaps?
Exactly.
Osman Efendi. Resident scientist.
(guitar music)
PHRYNE: How divine.
(Jack clears throat)
Miss Phryne Fisher and this is Inspector Jack Robinson.
Osman Efendi at your service.
Can I offer you apple tea?
No. Thank you.
That would be lovely.
We're investigating the death of one of your colleagues, Mr. Quentin Tode.
- Do you know anything about it? - No. It is not entirely surprise me.
Why not?
He had not been feeling well since he arrived.
We suspect more than illness, Mr. Efendi.
How well did you know Quentin Tode?
Not well, personally, but we were researching the same field,
and in the quest for truth, all are companions.
What is your area of study?
Measuring the spectra of light between distant celestial bodies.
How interesting.
Fascinating. Ahem.
Have you seen this man before?
- He doesn't look familiar. - JACK: He's a dangerous man.
Wanted in relation to more than one investigation.
We suspect that he was here, at the Institute, last night.
I can't recall anyone like that.
Anyone else who may want to harm Mr. Tode?
There was a priest who heckled him during his acceptance speech.
Do you know his name?
No, but the Head of the Institute, Mr. Logan Wren, may be able to help you.
If there was an intruder, he wasn't after the prize money.
It's all still there.
£50,000. That's quite a sum, Mr. Wren.
Is it funded from your family bequest?
There is no family, I'm afraid.
I lost my wife, Agnes, many years ago
and I don't hail from wealth, but a number of my inventions did well
after I won science awards myself, as a youth.
With that amount of money, the competition must have been fierce.
Did Tode know he was going to win?
He was informed months ago, so that he could book his passage from London.
On the Blue Star.
Arrived in Melbourne a week ago. What's he been doing in the meantime?
Continuing his scientific studies.
He was meant to be catching a train to New South Wales last night.
Did he meet with anyone while he was here?
Perhaps this man?
Uh... no.
No, I...
I don't think Mr. Tode knew anyone else in Australia.
Mr. Efendi said he wasn't well.
He blamed the Tropics.
He worked himself into a lather last night after our prize-giving,
but I put that down to a difficult audience.
Are you referring to the priest who disrupted proceedings?
Yes. It was the usual farce, science versus religion.
At least debate keeps us all passionate.
Did Mr. Tode have a wife or lady friend?
Uh, not that I'm aware of.
He traveled alone.
I think science was more important to him than mere mortals.
What happens to this prize now?
We'll award it to the runner-up, I suppose.
And who's that?
Osman could live the rest of his life on that money.
That's not a motivation for murder?
Well, what about our escapee?
And the newspaper article?
Perhaps Osman Efendi's connected with him somehow.
He did hesitate when he looked at his portrait.
I noticed.
HUGH: Proof our fugitive was here, sir.
It was hidden in the grevillea.
Make sure the whole area is searched thoroughly, Collins.
- Sir. - What about the gatekeeper, Hugh?
He said he saw a dark figure, sir, dressed in black.
- A police officer? - HUGH: Possibly.
But with no feet and a glowing ring around its neck.
The gatekeeper's convinced it was an alien.
Or someone more ecclesiastical.
Psalm 19? We had this reading at last Sunday's Mass.
- Where did you find this? - Do you recognize the handwriting, Dot?
- It looks a lot like Father O'Leary's. - JACK: Really?
I know it from my church meetings.
I'm sure it's just a coincidence.
Don't worry about that now, Dot. I have a job for you.
We found this on Mr. Tode's person.
"Remember?" Remember what?
Talk to some jewelers. Find out about the watch.
It's worn, but the engraving looks new.
- It might have some significance. - Yes, miss.
Please tell me you don't want me to bring in Father O'Leary for questioning?
Well, you're his newest convert, Collins.
Yes, sir.
Ah, Hugh!
Dot tells me your family is opposed to having the service in a Catholic church.
Uh, I'm not here to talk about the wedding, actually, Father.
No? What then?
Not last-minute doubts in the faith?
No, no. No, Father. Uh, police business.
Quentin Tode, in fact.
That pompous ignoramus!
When a man insults the glory of God,
it's time to let your fists do the talking!
You hit him?
Of course I hit him. In the defense of God.
All I did was set him straight.
He was claiming scientific proof that God's creation--
Can we please just stick to the facts?
Tell me exactly what happened that night.
Well, I went after him, of course.
O'LEARY: I have something for you, Mr. Tode!
Words of wisdom from above!
Whatever you have to say, Father, you're wasting your breath.
Science triumphs over God every time.
What blasphemy!
Come back here and say that again! Come on!
There is no God!
How dare you!
You stupid man!
I hollered at him to stand up and fight like a man,
but he ran away like the craven coward that he is!
Was.
God is my witness. He was alive when I left him.
Did you see anyone else in the grounds?
Perhaps this man? He could have been wearing a police uniform.
Only copper I saw was the one that showed me the door.
And they all look the same to me.
Did you see anyone else at all?
Only that other heathen blasphemer.
What heathen blasphemer?
That other scientist bloke.
Some kind of Arab I think.
Stood up and had a go and nobody turfed him out, did they?
- Osman Efendi? - Could be.
Now, I'm going to be late for Mass.
You may not have intended to kill Mr. Tode when you punched him,
but he collapsed a short time afterwards.
Until we know more I have to keep you detained.
On what charge?
Pending a possible charge of manslaughter.
Holy Mary Mother of God.
- Thank you. - Here you are, Mr. Butler.
- I'll take that. - Not a problem.
Any news, miss?
Oh, nothing yet, Mr. B.
Where are Cec and Bert?
Guarding the rear lane.
Ah, Your Lordship.
Oh, thank you Mr. Butler.
- What is it? - Well, it's news from home, I'd say.
That's not Mother's handwriting. That's not from England. Show it to me.
Oh, I'm sure it's not important.
Then open it.
(Henry sighs)
- It's from him, isn't it? - It doesn't say. It's nonsense.
- Show it to me. Where's it posted from? - You don't need to see his ravings!
What are you doing?
I refuse to be cowered by this man and to involve you in all this ugliness.
Don't be ridiculous! That's police evidence!
It's addressed to me! Only to me!
Why aren't you telling me anything?
How dare you interrogate me!
I'm your father, not one of your criminals!
- Give me the letter! - No!
- Everything alright, miss? - We heard shouting.
We're fine, thank you.
False alarm.
I'm going upstairs to rest.
With my door locked.
(birds chirping)
O'LEARY: You're a Proddy through and through!
Pismires and spiders be in your marriage bed,
if you ever get a priest to marry you.
For I will not!
(sighs) He punched a scientist.
And what's a pismire?
An ant. I think.
I'm not sure I want to be married by a man
who punches scientists and curses his parishioners.
Yes, you do, Dottie.
He married your parents, he christened you, he confirmed you.
And all the invitations have been sent out.
Don't you worry. I'll sort it all out... Mrs. Collins.
How did you go with the jewelers?
It's a wristlet watch made by Meyer Towers before the war.
Mm-hm.
Popular in Europe, but not imported into Australia.
Someone has brought it with them.
And anything on the engraving?
The jewelers agreed it was recent, but none of them had done it.
The bruising to his face is unremarkable,
apart from having been inflicted by a Catholic priest.
What about the head injury?
His skull was definitely fractured when he fell, but that's not what killed him.
He was poisoned.
You need to bring my father in for questioning
and you have my permission to torture him!
- He received a letter from that madman. - Well, what did it say?
My father refused to tell me, but it's obviously some kind of blackmail.
Phryne, your house is under constant watch.
Whatever threats were made, no one can get near your father
or the rest of your household.
I'll bring him in for a formal interview.
Thank you.
(sighs)
You said Tode was poisoned?
I've tested for everything I can think of.
I have never seen a poison, not with this pathology before.
What's so unusual?
There was a caustic path
through the nasal passage, down the larynx, into the gut.
Discoloration of the spleen, liver.
Perhaps something stolen from the hospital?
I'll have Collins check if they're missing any supplies
while I go through Tode's belongings.
You're perfectly safe, Baron.
Bert and Cec are in the rear lane. Mr. Butler's patrolling the front garden.
There are policemen on every corner.
It'd be less dangerous for you all if I weren't here.
This should be a joyful time for you.
Hugh and I are joyful enough. It's just our priest who wants to spoil things.
Oh, and Hugh's mother and my mother and probably most of our relatives.
Any chance of a refill for the rear guard?
DOT: It's just brewing.
Pardon me for asking, Baron, but any idea what this bloke's after?
- Apart from your head on a platter? - I'm not 100% sure.
But a great deal of money would at least keep him at bay.
Seasickness pills, headache, cough tincture, eye drops.
Quentin Tode was clearly a man obsessed by his health.
And scientific research.
He's got more books and papers with him than clothing.
Have all this sent over to Dr. MacMillan and tested for poison.
Jack, look.
This essay, it's by Osman Efendi, not Quentin Tode.
Tode's made notes on all his data.
Slight alterations.
Perhaps Tode had scientific quibbles?
Father O'Leary said Mr. Efendi stood up and had a go. Why would he do that?
(knock on door)
Excuse me, sir. This was just found.
Hidden in an alcove on the grounds, near where we found the police jacket.
It's Turkish.
I can tell by the inscription.
It's only used by members of royalty
and I've seen this inscription before on Osman Efendi's tea service.
Oh, good, a brilliant scientist, talented musician,
dashingly handsome and an Ottoman prince.
And now extremely suspicious.
- Anyone see you? - Uh-uh.
(whispers) Well done, Baron.
One murmur and I'll shoot you.
- Understand? - Uh-huh.
LOGAN: No, no. I wouldn't call it scientific theft.
You said Osman Efendi accused Tode of using his data.
It sounds like plagiarism to me.
Well, but that's debatable.
If scientists didn't build on each other's work,
then we'd all be making the same discoveries
and there would be no progress.
I have a right to defend my work.
I have toiled night after night in the observatory here.
For Tode to appropriate my work is an outrage!
He has never crossed the Equator before.
He couldn't possibly have gathered that data.
- So you deserved this prize? - I will have it.
On Saturday, thanks to fate and by God's grace.
Inshallah.
God's grace also brought you back this.
We know it's yours because it bears a royal tughra,
the unique stamp of one of the houses of the Ottoman Empire.
The same unique stamp as on your tea tray.
I am grateful for its return.
- How did it go missing? - I don't know. I must have been robbed.
Why didn't you mention this earlier?
I hadn't noticed.
A beautiful and expensive object from Turkish royalty goes missing
and you fail to notice?
We believe it was in the possession of our fugitive, who you denied knowing.
Did you give this to him?
Did you promise him a share of your prize winnings if he killed Tode?
No!
But you know who this man is. Can you give us his name?
Or would you prefer to be arrested as an accessory to murder?
I only know him as Denizci, "sailor" in Turkish.
We met during the war. Both our ships were sunk by mines.
He saved my life.
What happened to your sailor?
Shell-shocked. The war had broken him.
JACK: But he returned to England?
Yes, I begged him to stay, but he refused.
When was the last time you saw him?
He came to visit me the night of the prize-giving.
I could not offer him shelter, but I gave him what I had.
I told him to sell that for money.
- Where was he headed? - He didn't say.
But he had nothing to do with Quentin Tode's death.
Do you recognize this?
We found it in Quentin Tode's pocket.
No, I'm sorry.
What date was your ship sunk, Mr. Efendi?
The 18th of March, 1915.
These killings you say Denizci is guilty of.
Were they in self-defense?
No. No, they were all unarmed.
He murdered them in cold blood.
You're free to go now, Mr. Efendi.
Lord Fisher? Baron?
Have you seen Baron Fisher, Mr. Butler?
- Not upstairs resting? - No, I've looked everywhere.
CEC:Dottie! Mr. B! Out here!
Bert, wake up! Where's the cab?
Somebody hit me with a mighty truck.
I'll try Naval Records for officers who went down that day in the Dardanelles.
At least we might narrow it down to thisdenizci.
Do we know what Tode was poisoned with?
This came in, sir. All the medicines in Mr. Tode's possession were harmless.
- No signs of poison. - Thank you.
I'm off now, sir.
- (phone rings) - I'll get that. You go ahead.
Thank you, sir.
City South?
Yes. Yes, Miss Fisher is right here.
Miss Williams for you.
Dot?
How?
I'll be right home.
My father has managed to escape his house arrest.
His letter was with the rest of the mail,
but it could have been stolen and altered.
Who knows how long this man's been lurking?
The poor Baron. He thought he was putting us all in danger.
This was not a noble gesture, Dot.
It's not in my father's repertoire.
No, he's up to something.
- With our cab. - Here. Get that into you.
Nothing else upstairs, miss, and I've gone through all the rubbish.
Thank you, Mr. B.
There's a letter in here, miss.
Oh, no, that's...
My mother's handwriting.
PHRYNE:Dear Henry,
I can't believe you've gone back to your old ways after all this time.
Gambling and lying and risking everything we have.
I know that man had something to do with it,
but you should never have deserted me and my patience has run out.
I have loved you with all my heart, Henry, despite everything.
But if you fail to arrive on that ship when it docks at Southampton,
I will be asking for a formal separation.
Your wife, Margaret.
Father O'Leary?
O'LEARY: You should know better than to interrupt a discourse with God.
But if you've come to ask for clemency for your utter stupidity--
You're glowing, Father.
Holy light!
The hand of God.
Do you see what miracle is upon me?
Unless there's another explanation.
JACK: What is it, Collins?
Father O'Leary's collar.
I remember the gatekeeper talking about Mr. Tode's eyes
and how they glowed in the dark.
I thought he was crazy, but then I remembered the eye drops.
But the eye drops in his suitcase were unopened.
He must have had more.
Then they came into contact with Father O'Leary's cassock
when he attacked Tode in the grounds.
They could have dropped the bottle. I'm going to search the far side.
- Good work. We'll look around here. - Sir.
Turn off your torch, Jack. If it's still glowing, we'll see it.
Oh, Jack, what if it's my fault?
What if I drove my father away?
I railed against him. What if...?
What if something happens and I never see him again?
Whatever happens to your father, it's not your fault.
And nothing is going to happen.
Oh!
Perhaps he has just headed back to England after all.
Well, if it's all expanding, England will move further away.
PHRYNE: But it all looks very still to me.
That's because you're not a telescope.
Is that supposed to be a compliment?
More like a romantic overture.
- Is that the best that you can do? - Would you like me to improve on it?
More than anything.
Jack... behind you!
What the hell is in that?
But his eye drops are not just phosphorescent. Watch this.
(crackles)
- They're radioactive? - Highly.
A lethal dose of polonium has been added to them.
- Polonium? - JACK: Is that like radium?
Related. Polonium is extremely unstable and highly toxic if ingested.
Our killer could have more. What form would it be in?
Either in powder or liquid form to mix in with the eye drops.
How dangerous is it aside from swallowing it?
Both are a deadly hazard. I'll be encasing this in lead.
If it's sealed correctly, the radiation itself isn't lethal.
But if ingested or inhaled, just a speck of polonium can be deadly.
If the man who is after my father has done this,
I hope to God Father's not brave enough to go after him.
There was a delivery of polonium two weeks ago.
There should be a corresponding order.
Let's see here.
Ah, here. It was six weeks ago.
But no name on the order.
Is this your signature?
No, that's Osman Efendi's. He often signs for deliveries when I'm not here.
Polonium must have stood out as unusual.
I assume it was part of Quentin Tode's research.
Well, who has access to these chemicals?
All of our scientific staff have keys.
It's gone.
Mr. Tode's other supplies are still there,
but there's no sign of the polonium.
I don't understand. I kept your secret. I gave you money. It's what you wanted.
- You broke our promise. - But we agreed!
Oh, yes, my lord!
Take everything and leave me nothing and then waste it all!
OSMAN: Denizci!
(grunts)
Denizci,it's only me.
- Were you followed? - No, I was careful.
I've come to warn you.
I don't know how much longer I can keep the police at bay. Give yourself up.
Please.
Don't worry about me.
This'll all be over soon.
I promise you.
Good luck,Denizci.
DOT: Morning, miss. You're up early.
I couldn't sleep, Dot.
Today's the day my father's supposed to be boarding that ship.
I said a prayer for him last night. Asked God to keep him safe.
I suppose that might assist.
In any case, God's far more likely to listen to you than me.
You said there was a job I could do.
I need you to find out what you can about Tode's scientific work.
Look for any mention of polonium.
This is the chemical symbol, the atomic number 84 and all the known compounds.
As soon as the Institute opens.
I'm sorry, Dot.
I'm distracting you from your wedding preparations.
Oh, no, miss, we're prepared.
But I think it might be easier to get married in a Registry Office
rather than deal with Father O'Leary.
He's not very forgiving for a Christian.
I think the Irish cancels that out.
BERT: Miss Fisher!
We found the cab. It was dumped at Vic Markets.
What else?
This was left behind.
(sighs)
(phone rings)
Yes?
I've wrestled with my conscience all night, Miss Fisher.
I owe my life to that man.
But he has gone mad.
What is it, Mr. Efendi?
He has a hostage.
It could be the man you came here looking for.
It has something to do with an old grudge. You need to stop him.
Do you have an address?
It's hidden.
At the rear of an old hat factory.
It's called...
(yells)
PHRYNE:Mr. Efendi?
Mr. Efendi!
(sighs)
I roamed this earth, like a beggar,
while you reigned over my life, my home, my history.
And you dare to sell it for a song!
The estate?
Time to pay the price.
You're going to kill me?
No.
Your daughter is clever.
She'll come for you soon enough.
And when she does, I'm going to kill her in front of you.
She won't come. You don't understand.
I was a drunkard. I was cruel. She doesn't care about me.
You're wasting your time!
I know where to get you money.
More than fortune was worth.
The estate can be yours again.
£50,000 in cash.
Where?
Osman knew where he was. He said something about an old hat factory.
Maybe he wrote it down.
Miss, I found out more about Mr. Tode and polonium.
15 years ago, Mr. Tode invented a paint called Illumina for Meyer Towers,
the company that made clocks and watches.
Same manufacture as that wristlet watch.
That engraving.
"Remember."
It must have something to do with that.
Jack.
La Bonne Vie.
JACK: The good life?
A milliner's in Fitzroy. It closed down about a year ago.
Dot, find out more about that paint.
Why don't you try the science journals in Logan Wren's office?
Jack, this way!
They were here.
Inspector, this just came through from Naval Records.
"March 18th, 1915, Battleship "Ocean," Morto Bay, Turkish gunfire--"
Captain William Eugene Fisher.
It all makes sense.
Eugene Fisher was my father's cousin.
The previous Baron of Richmond upon Thames.
- Died in the early stages of the war. - Reported missing. Presumed drowned.
What's this?
The prize money?
What if my father's gone after it?
How? It's in the safe at the Institute.
Who taught me every shady trick I know?
Of course.
He's trying to pay his way out of trouble.
Oh, no.
Dot!
Today we had hoped
to celebrate the scientific achievements of Mr. Osman Efendi.
He was a man of integrity and brilliance.
Sadly...
...he cannot be with us.
DOT: Gertrude... Harris.
Winny... Hayes.
Agnes... Wren.
- EUGENE: Hurry up! - HENRY: Alright!
You'd better get this right. Your daughter's life depends on it.
Make sure they cover every exit door and do a sweep of the grounds.
- Any sign of Dot? - Nobody leaves. We'll check the safe.
What's taking so long?
I'm nearly there. Just let me think!
(gun cocks)
Perhaps this will help.
- No, don't! - PHRYNE: Dot!
EUGENE: Get back, all of you.
If you want your father to walk out of here alive, Miss Fisher,
open this safe.
Put down the gun.
(lock clicks then releases)
The money's all there.
EUGENE: Put it in this bag.
Hurry!
(safe door closes)
That's everything.
Now get back!
(whispers) Pick up the bag.
PHRYNE: You can't kill us all, Eugene.
You were once an honorable man, Eugene. What happened?
The war. That bloody disaster!
PHRYNE: You had a choice.
But you ran away like a coward.
- No! - (gunshot)
PHRYNE: Don't move!
Dottie, are you alright?
Eugene Fisher, we're arresting you
for multiple charges of murder and abduction.
(Eugene grunts)
Are you alright, Father?
I'll be outside.
(door closes)
- And you, Dot? - I'm alright, miss.
Did you find out anything more about that polonium paint?
PHRYNE: I found the polonium.
Your wife's watch.
She worked at the Meyer Towers watch factory.
The women would... lick their brushes to a sharp point.
That's how they became so ill.
Four of them died.
Including your wife.
My beautiful Agnes died far too early
because of Quentin Tode's scientific lies.
So I made sure that he paid a price with his life.
And I'm afraid to say...
...I have no regrets.
(Henry sighs)
Why did you hide Eugene from us?
We all thought he'd died during the war.
When he turned up the first time, I couldn't believe it.
If I'd told anyone, he'd have been court-marshaled for desertion.
I couldn't have that. Not when all he wanted was money.
What about Mother? Why didn't you tell her?
Because... I thought Eugene was satisfied.
And after losing Janey and all the damage I'd done...
...it would have been too much for her.
We'd only just left it all behind us.
We had money, a beautiful home... a happy future.
I owed her that.
I owed it to you all.
And then Eugene returned?
A few months ago. Out of the blue.
He told me he'd already killed a man to hide our secret.
"Our secret," he said, as if I was responsible.
He demanded everything.
And all I could think of to do was to take the money and run.
I told your mother I'd lost everything in a game of cards.
But I promised to get it back.
Well, you have.
It's all too late.
When she meets my ship, I won't be there and our marriage will be over.
- Is that what you want? - No! God!
No, Phryne.
Your mother...
...is the love of my life.
I never wanted anyone else.
Well, then... you'd better pack your bags tonight.
We'll leave first thing in the morning.
But, Phryne, my ship has sailed.
There are other ways to travel.
Oh, no.
I hate flying!
Good. Then you can suffer for love.
Hugh, I could have been shot today.
Don't, Dottie. Please don't.
I can't bear the thought.
Me either.
So let's not waste time. Let's get married like we said.
I thought you were joking.
What's the hurry?
Miss Fisher's leaving for England in the morning.
I really don't want her to miss it Hugh, please.
It's not going to be the wedding you wanted.
I love you, Hugh, and I want you.
Five o'clock tonight?
You leave it to me.
HUGH:"And God stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain
and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in."
Isaiah chapter 40, verse--
BOTH: 22.
So, in your opinion, God's behind it all,
this expanding universe business?
And phosphorescence and polonium and all the other miracles.
And probably even aliens, if they exist.
So, God invented the miracle of science.
Pretty much.
I don't think I've ever seen you look so pretty.
BERT: That cop's a lucky bloke alright.
Hang on. Careful, you two!
So, Dot, are you ready for your biggest adventure?
I won't even close my eyes, miss.
I, Dorothy Anne Williams,
take you, Hugh Theobald Collins, for my lawful husband,
to have and to hold, from this day forward...
...until death do us part.
(cheering)
Congratulations!
When I came to work for you, miss, I was afraid of everything
and you taught me so many things and you made me brave
and... you made me happy.
Please come back safely.
Oh, Dot. Good luck.
- DOT: Bye! - HUGH: See you, guys!
Oh, Jack, look!
- Ready, Father? - No! We're going to die!
There's no point getting upset in the air. A very unforgiving element.
Contact!
(engine starts)
Get in!
Jack.
HENRY: What are you doing?
Phryne!
♪ If you should break my poor heart in two ♪
♪ What would I do? ♪
♪ I'm at the mercy of you... ♪
You're flying all the way to England in that?
The only way I can make sure he'll get there.
For God's sake! What if this thing takes off?
(sighs) Come after me.
What did you say?
It was a romantic overture.
Say it again.
Come after me, Jack Robinson.
When you two are quite finished!
I'd always feared another man would sweep you away from me.
I never thought it'd be your father.
There's a whole world out there, Jack.
He's the least of your worries.