- (woman gasps) Len!
- Fancy a whirl tonight?
You must be joking!
Oh, come on, twinkle toes,
come on!
(gun clicks)
(up-tempo jazz music)
♪ They're shaking
on the dance floor
♪ They're shuffling
on the street
♪ Well, come on, Mr Music Man
♪ You're killing me
with that beat
♪ The sun went down this morning
♪ And the moon came out in style
♪ Whoa, come on, Mr Music Man
♪ You're killing me
with that style
♪ Oh I could dance
the night away
♪ Dance the devil to his grave
♪ Mooch to the left,
mooch to the right
♪ Come on, Mr Music Man...
- A Tiger Moth.
- A Tiger Moth?
And it has a top flying speed
of 130 miles per hour.
De Havilland?
The engine, Charlie.
- It does have one, I hope.
- Oh yes.
And wings?
At least two.
How much?
£500. They're over 1000 new.
Mechanic says
she's in mint condition.
Only six hours flying time.
Why so low?
What's wrong with her?
Nothing.
Mother bought it for me.
Vic promised to teach me to fly
but he never came back
from the war.
Anyway,
I get giddy standing on a chair
so it's been gathering dust
in a hangar for years.
Why sell it now?
I need cash and Mother keeps
the purse strings very tight.
I just need to attend
to something.
You promised me a dance,
Charlie.
I hope you haven't lured me here
under false pretences.
I shouldn't worry about
any shortage
of potential dance partners.
Back in a jiffy.
♪ And the moon came out
in style
♪ Oh come on, Mr Music Man
♪ You're killing me
with that style
♪ Oh I could dance
the night away
♪ Dance the devil to his grave
♪ Mooch to the left,
mooch to the right
♪ Come on, Mr Music Man
♪ And you can keep your whisky
♪ You can keep your gin
♪ You can stop your preaching
♪ Cos it ain't
♪ No fun to sin
(cheering)
(new song begins)
Who are those
charming gentlemen?
Charles, what's wrong?
What's going on?
I'm in a situation.
It's a little sordid.
I specialize in those.
I wonder if I might have
the pleasure of this dance?
You run along. It can wait.
Well, don't go too far.
My compliments on the band,
Mr Stone.
The devil's music.
Must compliment the devil
on his taste.
(breaking glass)
(woman screams)
Somebody help!
Leonard, speak to me!
- What's going on?
- Len! Len!
- Someone find an ambulance.
- Somebody call the police.
(woman wails)
MAN: Excuse me.
Excuse me, sir.
Well, well, Miss Fisher.
Nice to see you too, Jack.
Another murder, no less.
Let's not make a habit of it.
His name's Leonard Stevens and
he appears to have been stabbed.
Do we know by whom?
We were all dancing
and he just collapsed mid song.
That's his dance partner
over there.
Do we have a murder weapon?
No but rather a suspicious
lot of cash
to be carrying around,
don't you think?
You went through his pockets?
I've a mind to charge
you with interference.
Come on, Jack.
I secured the scene.
Log it. Let's see if we can
come up with a weapon.
And I want everybody searched.
(clears throat)
The... The women too, sir?
There's no lady constable to
call on, Collins. Do your best.
(sobs) He was going to marry me.
Sure he was, sugar.
And I'm the Queen of Sheba.
Look, there ain't nothing here.
And there ain't nothing here
that's good enough for you.
(coughs)
Can't you take pity on him?
Make me an honorary constable.
Er, no, thanks.
Collins could do
with the practice.
Has he asked Miss Williams
to the Fireman and Policeman's
Ball yet?
Not that I'm aware of. Dotty
wouldn't keep that to herself.
He tells me he's working on it.
So how well did you know
Leonard Stevens?
Who said I did?
I thought from the comment
you made to Pansy earlier.
He's been
hanging around this club
since we started out
a few weeks back
and I've seen enough
to know he's a creep.
Ah, Miss Fisher. I see you've
made Nerine's acquaintance.
Allow me to introduce
Ben Rogers,
the best cornet player
in the southern hemisphere.
I know it's hardly
the time or place, Mr Rogers,
but I enjoyed your solo.
Easy, sugar. He's a married man.
What's the matter?
Ain't you seen a black and white
married couple before?
As far as I'm concerned,
everybody should be allowed
to marry whomever they choose.
Though, personally,
I'm not the marrying kind.
MAN: Make your way
towards the exits.
I understand
you're the band leader.
Did you see anything
from the stage?
I was dancing with Miss Fisher.
I thought Mr Freeman
was your dance partner.
In fact, where is Mr Freeman?
Couldn't cope with the sight
of blood
and rushed to the gents
to retch his heart out.
Constable?
Good vantage point
from up there.
Do you recall seeing anything?
I remember Nerine.
All those glasses smashing.
When my baby's hopped up
on jazz,
he don't remember nothing.
No one left in the gents, sir.
INSPECTOR: Left the scene
of the crime. Interesting.
DOT: It's all over the
newspaper, miss.
Your friend, Mr Freeman.
He's wanted for questioning.
Did he do it? Mr Freeman?
The murder?
I wouldn't have thought
Charles the type
but then I have no idea
why he chose to escape
out the bathroom window.
Was Constable Collins there,
miss?
Yes, Dot. Dashing as ever.
And I must tell you, Dot,
Mr Collins wants to invite you
to the Fireman and Policeman's
Ball.
Well, he's leaving his run
a bit late. It's this Saturday.
Yes, well, he might need
some encouragement.
Like what?
You might need
to invite him instead.
Me ask him?
It's just not how it's done.
Poppycock.
(knock)
A Mrs Adele Freeman
on the telephone.
She's most insistent she speak
with you about her son, Charles.
GIRL: Mrs Freeman won't be long.
WOMAN:
If only Vic were still with us.
Thank you for coming so quickly.
I've been worried sick
about Charles.
Still no word, I take it?
No, nothing.
Oh, Phryne, I can't believe it.
They think my Charlie
a murderer!
They'll hang him,
I know they will.
I can't lose another son.
I'll do whatever you want.
Pay any fee.
Don't worry, Mrs Freeman.
I'll do my best to protect
Charles.
- Thank God.
- No payment will be necessary.
Vic and I were very close once.
That's enough for me.
Well, thank you, child,
thank you.
Oh, a sherry?
Did you know Leonard Stevens?
The murdered man?
- No.
- Charles never mentioned him?
Not that I recall.
I saw them talking together
at the club.
The conversation
got quite heated.
I need you to prove
my son's innocence, not guilt.
Do you have any idea
where he is?
Charles has a set of friends,
frivolous, idle young men
who have no thought to work.
Life for them
is one big celebration.
Anyone he might have
confided in?
You could try speaking
with Bobby Sullivan.
He and Charles
are thick as thieves.
So all we've got to go on
is this Sullivan bloke
lodges somewhere in Richmond?
From what I know. He's not fond
of work and likes a party.
Mrs Freeman mentioned
that Charles and Bobby
play competition darts
at a hotel
somewhere near Sullivan's flat
every Thursday.
Gonna be hard to track him down
on that much information.
Kingston pub runs a big darts
comp.
Good! Now someone's thinking.
I'll leave it in your capable
hands, gentlemen.
This wound is small
and unusually neat.
There's no tearing present,
suggesting that the angle
of attack
was more likely horizontal.
Like a rapier.
There was no sword play
at the Green Mill last night.
Horseplay, on the other hand...
Hello, Jack, Constable Collins,
Doctor Johnson.
I'm... I'm afraid this won't do.
I have never seen a woman
set foot inside this building
in my time.
Miss Fisher
is under the mistaken impression
she's part of the
Victorian constabulary.
Come on, Jack. Mrs Freeman has
asked me to look for her son
and I promise to share any leads
I come up with
during my own investigation.
You may stay,
on the proviso
you utter not one word.
Do you follow?
Most likely the weapon
was some sort of thin knife.
A stiletto, perhaps.
Or a hat pin?
It's possible.
Constable?
Er...
I'm afraid there were...
so many women, sir,
I didn't think to check.
You seem so certain
that Charles is guilty
but pray tell me,
what was his motive?
Witnesses saw them arguing.
Perhaps his motive was money.
Then why did he leave
the cash behind?
Perhaps because you fished it
out of the deceased's pockets
before he had the opportunity,
Miss Fisher.
Charles needed cash.
He practically begged me
to buy his plane.
But I don't believe
he's capable of violence.
His record speaks otherwise.
He has a record?
He was recently charged
with affray.
Punched a man in a public bar.
Do we know who this man was?
The deceased, Leonard Stevens.
Who's our guest?
- Won her in the darts comp.
- Congratulations.
We tracked down
your Sullivan bloke.
He's waiting in the parlor,
miss.
Thank you.
Chicken fricassee tonight,
Mr Butler?
Don't listen to her, Mildred.
I went to a party
directly from the Green Mill.
Didn't get in
till the wee hours.
Paying for it now, of course.
Ghastly hangover.
- A murder?
- Not long after you left.
Good God.
Who was the victim?
A man called Leonard Stevens.
The police think Charles
is guilty.
What?
Charlie wouldn't hurt a fly.
Apparently that's not true.
What was going on between
Charles and Leonard Stevens?
I don't know anyone
by that name.
That's odd. I swear
I saw the three of you
in a rather heated discussion
at the Green Mill.
I think you've got me mistaken
for someone else.
Now if you've finished with me,
I'm late for a luncheon.
Don't let me keep you.
Bye, Mr Sullivan.
It was a fluke.
Come on, then.
Show me how it's done.
We need to put a tail
on Mr Sullivan.
I like to live dangerously
but let's lose the darts.
PHRYNE: Stay back.
I'll be fine from here.
COLLINS: Stevens had no listings
but I asked around.
INSPECTOR: I'll drive, Collins.
COLLINS:
Take the next left, sir.
That looks like it.
Corner of Highbury Road.
COLLINS: And I believe
that's Miss Fisher.
(gasps)
Miss Fisher!
What are you doing here?
I could ask you
the same question.
Please, give that back.
It belongs to me.
Interesting given this
is Leonard Stevens' apartment.
I don't want
to have to hurt you.
Turning to break and enter,
Miss Fisher?
Hello, Jack.
Actually,
I don't think I broke anything.
The window was already open.
And like Peter Pan,
you just flew in.
Actually, Bobby came in first
and I just followed him.
Bobby Sullivan,
meet Inspector Robinson.
Bobby was at the Green Mill
last night
and he's a very good friend
of Charles Freeman's.
What's your story?
Hand it over.
COLLINS: What...
Oh! Dear God.
Break and enter? You're not
seriously going to charge me?
Miss Fisher, please. If you
could stand as still as possible
that would be much appreciated.
Thank you.
Steady, and one, two...
(laughs)
Miss Williams!
At last! My visitor.
Dot, what have you brought me
for lunch?
I thought you
were telephoning your solicitor.
- My solicitor can't cook.
- Oh!
- Will that be all, miss?
- Yes, thank you, Dot.
Why don't you show
Miss Williams out?
(phone rings)
It's alright if you're busy.
I can...wait.
OK.
City South Police Station,
Constable Collins speaking.
Let's see.
Try this gratin, Jack.
You're not taking
this seriously.
I haven't taken anything
seriously since 1918.
Shouldn't you be clapping me
in irons?
Too much paperwork.
If I feed you some more,
may I see what's in that folder?
Mmm! Did you know
Charles was a homosexual?
Well, I do enjoy
having some effect on a man.
And my powder
was clearly wasted on Charles.
The photos were taken
by Leonard Stevens.
He was extorting money
from them both.
You think that gives Charles
a motive?
It gives Bobby Sullivan
a motive too.
What will become of them?
Aside
from being murder suspects,
they'll stand trial for sodomy
and if found guilty serve time.
A jail sentence
for loving someone.
I am the servant of the law,
not its master.
Well, in this case,
the law is an ass.
He'd been blackmailing us
for months.
Up until last night,
Charles had been the one
making all the payments
to Leonard.
Each one was supposed
to be the last.
- But it never was.
- No.
I told Leonard
we had nothing left.
Not that he believed us.
He said he'd go to the papers
with the photographs.
Is that when you'd had enough?
He had the plates
hidden somewhere.
We couldn't go to the police
or we'd end up in jail anyway.
We were trapped.
And that's why you
broke into Leonard's apartment.
Once I knew Leonard was dead,
I knew the police would be
going over his affairs.
I wanted to beat them
to the photographs.
Do you think Charles
killed Leonard Stevens?
I wouldn't blame him if he had.
Poor, dear Charlie.
If the money on Leonard Stevens'
body wasn't Charles's,
whose was it?
I suspect Leonard had a number
of unwilling contributors
to his bank account,
including a Mrs Freeman.
Charles's mother?
I contacted Leonard Stevens'
bank
for a copy of his financial
transactions.
Apart from a whole lot
of unexplained cash,
it seems Mrs Freeman had been
sending a check every month
for the last two years.
Maybe Charles persuaded her
to help him?
A mother's shame, perhaps?
She grew tired of digging
him out of trouble.
- So his lifeline ran dry.
- And he became desperate.
Desperate enough to try and sell
you a plane you don't want.
And perhaps desperate enough
to kill someone.
Who says I don't want
that plane?
Here, you take this.
You have that lean, hungry look.
Come on, Dot.
DOT: Er, yes, miss.
So, Collins, did you ask
Miss Williams to the ball?
I er...
I'm not sure about her, sir.
Good God, man,
it's just a dance,
not a proposal of marriage.
I... I think...
I think she might be a Catholic,
sir.
Oh, for God's sake.
It's not as if she were
born with two heads.
Well, that'd be preferable
in the eyes of my mother.
I telephoned. Bert and Cec
should be here any minute now.
A job for you, Dot.
Is it dangerous, deceitful
or dodgy?
This one's almost devout.
St Anthony's in Alphington.
Sound like your lot?
Definitely.
The one by the railway line.
Find out if any wedding banns
have been posted recently
under the names of our dead man,
Leonard Stevens,
and a
Miss Pansy Annabelle Shore.
You take the cab.
When you're done at the church,
meet me at Mrs Freeman's.
Mrs Freeman, you told me
you didn't know Leonard Stevens.
I don't see how it's relevant.
Not relevant?
Your son has been accused
of his murder.
Leonard Stevens
used to work for the family.
Claimed he was an accountant
but he was nothing
but a scoundrel and a cheat.
I dismissed him.
That was a long time ago.
Well,
he's been paid a princely sum
from your personal check
account for the past two years.
You clearly knew him well.
And you have remarkably few
regrets about his death.
I don't like your tone.
And I don't like being lied to.
Were you protecting Charles?
Charles was also paying off
Leonard Stevens.
Charles?
I presumed
you knew all about it.
Leonard Stevens
was in possession
of...compromising photographs.
Evidence of Charles's particular
disposition
when it came to his choice
in lovers.
Charles is
of no particular disposition.
He has just not found
the right woman yet.
I don't know that he will ever
intend to find the right woman.
Or any woman at all,
if the photographs
are anything to go by.
Where are these photographs now?
With the police.
My Charlie?
PHRYNE: So, how was church?
Mr Stevens' and Miss Shore's
wedding was cancelled
a day after the banns
were posted.
Father Kenny thinks
the groom got cold feet.
So Pansy's a jilted bride.
How interesting!
Thank you, Dot.
Pansy.
An appropriate name for someone
in your line of business.
I've already told the coppers
everything I know. Clear off!
I've got a living to make.
Your fiancé made
a very comfortable living
out of keeping other people's
secrets nice and safe,
for a price.
Leonard never talked shop
with me.
I suppose you were too busy
making wedding plans
that never came to pass.
Must have been disappointing.
Ordering the invitations
for your big day,
only to have Leonard
get the jitters
and call the whole thing off.
Wasn't called off,
it was postponed.
Leonard had a business trip.
Shows how much you know.
A business trip?
Still,
if I'd been in your shoes...
My shoes? What would
you know about anything?
You with your fancy clothes
and your good looks.
You can have any man you like.
Girls like me, it's not so easy.
Irises for the wife, sir?
I'll take the lot.
Did Leonard
have other girlfriends?
What do you reckon?
He was a charmer.
Then I wouldn't blame you
for wanting to wring his neck.
There was one girl. Could smell
her perfume on him a mile off.
Sickly smell. Like dead roses.
I don't recall inviting you
into my dressing room.
I'll overlook it
just this once.
Nice fragrance. What is it?
Midnight Rose.
Did Len like it?
Sorry, your husband's name's
Ben, isn't it?
Girl, you must be half fried,
cos you ain't making any sense.
His fiancée seemed to think
he was sweet on you.
I am a happily married woman,
and even if I wasn't,
I would hardly
break the bonds of a marriage
for a sap like Leonard Stevens.
Nobody I know liked that man.
Even the night
he was bumped off,
someone had him cornered out
back with a pistol at his neck.
Do you mean Charles Freeman?
Not that Ethel. I know Charlie.
It was some mug
with a big hat and a scarf.
Why didn't you tell the police?
Why would I
tell the cops anything?
I hardly got a look
at the mystery man.
But you know if I did,
and if he did pull that trigger,
I still wouldn't tell the cops.
What on earth did Leonard
Stevens have on you?
Everything alright?
Everything's fine, honey.
Miss Fisher was just
admiring my perfume.
♪ Oh oh oh-oh
♪ Oh oh oh
So were they married here
or in America?
Here. Nerine's from Virginia.
They don't allow
interracial marriages.
I hosted the wedding myself.
That's kind of you.
I was looking after number one.
I secured the best
jazz singer in the business.
♪ Yeah yeah yeah
♪ Yeah yeah
May I borrow this photograph?
I'll consider it if
you'll consider allowing me
to escort you home.
Sonny Clay's
Plantation Orchestra.
Hit the Tivoli circuit
in Sydney a few weeks ago,
and then they're
heading down to Melbourne.
I've read about them.
35 black musicians.
Must be quite a band.
Big hit with the ladies,
so I hear.
Must have made them very
popular with the authorities.
Ah, that's nothing
a jazz man can't handle.
You have me
thoroughly syncopated, Mr Stone,
but I'm not ready to swoon
just yet.
Well, that's a shame.
How about you tell me
what Leonard Stevens
knew about Nerine Rogers?
You're the band manager.
What you don't know
isn't worth knowing.
He must have had something
on her.
- (music stops)
- A skeleton in the closet?
A shameful secret?
Maybe she was wanted
by the police.
I'm going to have to get my head
right. I'm not following you.
What's the matter, Mr Stone?
Cat got your tongue?
(horn)
Still no firm suspects, miss?
Too many suspects, Dot,
that's the problem.
There's Bobby, Pansy, Charles,
Nerine.
Mrs Freeman has her reasons,
and Tintagel Stone knows more
than I can coax out of him.
It's as if Leonard Stevens
had a target on his back.
Could you pass me
my magnifier, please, Dot?
Nerine said she saw a man
threatening Leonard Stevens
in the laneway.
A man with a large hat
and a scarf.
It can't be.
That's a fly-boy's scarf
if ever I've seen one.
Aviators wear them.
And is that so mysterious, miss?
It is when the aviator's
supposed to be dead.
Dot, get me the number
for the Repatriation Department.
Oh and Dot?
Constable Collins will be coming
to collect this photograph.
Would you mind dealing with him?
I'll try my best, miss.
Victor Freeman.
Morning, Constable Collins.
Miss Fisher asked me
to give this to you.
Thank you, Miss Williams.
And I'm sure she wouldn't
mind you borrowing this
magnifying glass
should you need
to see the details.
Well, we have magnifiers
down at the station.
Much appreciated all the same.
Oh! Well, suit yourself, then.
And these scones,
they're warm from the cooker,
with Mr Butler's
mulberry jam and clotted cream.
Thank you. Erm...
I... I was wondering if...
I mean, would you...
I suppose what I'm trying
to ask is...would you...
For goodness' sake!
Would you do me the honor
of accompanying me to the
Fireman and Policeman's Ball?
No! I mean, yes! Yes but no,
I'm supposed to ask you.
(laughs) Well, we could all die
waiting for that to happen!
And I have to sew my dress.
All this time I thought you'd
never be seen with a Protestant.
Erm... A Protestant?
You being Catholic, that is.
Er... Well...
It's not like I was born
with two heads. Is it?
- No.
- It's just a dance, after all.
That's right.
No harm in a dance.
PHRYNE: Anyone home?
Hello?
WOMAN:
Stop this nonsense at once!
MAN: Leave me alone, Mother.
I'm warning you.
Charlie,
this is a fool's business.
You must turn yourself in before
the situation gets out of hand!
It's already out of hand!
I'm a wanted man, Mother.
Half of Victorian police
are hunting me!
You can't outrun them, Charles.
What are you doing here?
Your mother's right.
Running's not the solution.
I'm not going to let them
slip a noose around my neck.
You'll never make it.
All the ports are on alert.
I shall go out
in a blaze of glory.
I don't think that's an option
your brother would approve of,
is it, Mrs Freeman?
I made a telephone call
to Repatriation.
Oh no, please!
This is unnecessary.
You weren't the only one
being blackmailed
by Leonard Stevens, Charles.
He got to your mother, too.
She has secrets of her own.
Don't listen to her, Charlie.
Tell him!
It's the only way to stop this.
Vic didn't die in the war.
He was shot down over Ypres.
He was wounded
but he didn't die.
He's been living
on a war pension.
No, he was killed in action.
For seven long years,
I thought so too.
When I found out he was alive,
I was over the moon.
An old neighbor saw him.
He was shearing
up in Talbotville.
I don't understand.
Why didn't he come home?
I don't understand, either.
You know, I pleaded with him.
But it was no good.
He wanted his solitude
more than his own family.
That's what the war did to him.
You let me think he was dead!
He didn't want anything to do
with us, Charlie.
- How could I tell you that?
- I deserved the truth!
I paid up
to keep your brother's secret,
until Stevens wanted more.
That's when Vic came to town.
I was afraid
he'd do something terrible.
- What has he done?
- He was at the Green Mill
the night Stevens died.
No, Vic wouldn't kill a man.
We don't know him anymore,
Charlie.
He may have done it.
He may know who did.
Either way, we have to find him.
- Where he is?
- Charlie, there's no point.
Where in Talbotville?
I want the exact address!
Charlie!
I'll find it.
Talbotville's
at least a day's drive.
You know how to fly.
I'm a bit rusty.
- Contact.
It was considerate
of Miss Fisher
to provide a photograph
of the night in question
though I'm not sure
how it helps.
This telegram might, sir.
It's from the police department
in Jamestown, Virginia.
I made enquiries
about Nerine Rogers.
Bigamy?
Her previous husband
is a Jacob Reid
and he's listed on the marriage
certificate as deceased.
Only he's not dead.
Could be the secret
that Leonard Stevens
wanted to blackmail her with.
Good work, Collins.
Let's get her in.
Better start looking
for somewhere to put her down.
Ten years
I thought you were dead, Vic.
I can't sleep without waking up
in a lather,
imagining you all alone,
dying in a ditch somewhere.
Charles is on the run
from the Victorian police
on suspicion of murder.
He's a little overwrought.
Hello, Vic.
It's been a while.
Tell me why you did it.
Give me the gun, Charlie.
Tell me why you made us suffer.
I'll put the billy on.
Not one letter.
Didn't you wonder about us?
About me?
All the time.
CHARLIE: Some way to show it.
I came back to Melbourne.
- When?
- Three years ago.
When Mother tracked me down.
She could hardly look at me.
All she did was sob.
And I saw you arrive
from the window.
I left before you came in.
PHRYNE:
But you saw him again, Vic.
A few days ago,
at the Green Mill.
Yes, I was there.
PHRYNE: Why?
To see Leonard Stevens.
He was blackmailing Mother.
Said he'd tell you I was alive.
But money was never going to be
enough to end it.
She was frightened.
I had to do something.
Did you kill him?
Leonard Stevens?
No, of course not.
Well, somebody did, Vic.
And right now,
your brother is a wanted man
because he also had a motive
to kill Stevens.
What motive?
Charlie?
He found out I had a lover.
You might remember him.
Bobby Sullivan.
You see?
Mother wanted her hero
but you never came back, Vic.
Not for her, not for me.
Look at you and look at the
kind of man I turned out to be.
That's all she's got.
Charlie...
He won't get far.
Unless he learns how to fly.
You flew my mother's plane.
Luckily my skills have improved
since the first time
you took me up.
Do you remember asking me
to visit your brother?
If you didn't make it?
It took me ten years
but I kept my promise.
You haven't changed.
Neither have you.
Still dashingly handsome
in the right light.
NERINE: What's this all about?
We just have a few questions,
Mrs Rogers.
Or is it Mrs Reid?
STONE: You don't have to say
anything. They can't force you.
I suggest you stick
to playing the banjo
and leave the law to me,
Mr Stone.
Anything you want to ask her,
you can say in front of me.
If that's the way
you both want it.
Maybe you should wait outside,
honey.
Why? You've...
You've got nothing to hide.
We finally found out what you
didn't want anyone to know.
What are you talking about?
In this country,
and I believe in yours,
bigamy is a jailable offence.
You're already married?
It's not how you think.
I was 16 and a fool
when I married Jake.
I didn't know
what I was getting into.
No! I don't want to hear this.
- What else have you lied about?
- Nothing!
None of this changes
what we have.
I've only ever loved you.
Jake Reid was a drunken animal,
OK?
He used to beat her like a dog.
He wouldn't give her a divorce.
You let me marry her
knowing she was already taken.
You guys wanted to be together.
I was just trying to help!
You helped yourself.
Getting us hitched was good
for the business, wasn't it?
You mercenary bastard.
I always thought
you were a hack musician
but you sure played me.
Stay here, Collins,
and take notes.
Let's move on to the topic
of Mr Leonard Stevens.
You recall him.
Large, boorish, dead.
Let's call a spade a spade.
You wanna know if I killed him.
Did you?
Well, sure I did,
and I'd do it again.
Low-down dog deserved it.
What did you do with the weapon?
Smuggled it out in my garter.
Honey, it was so far up my thigh
I would have slugged you
if you even tried.
Later that night,
- I got rid of it.
- Where?
Inside the cistern
above the ladies' john.
How did you kill him?
I stabbed him.
Show me. Stand up.
Pretend this is the knife.
Show me how you did it.
Imagine I'm Stevens.
I was moving through
with my drinks
and as I passed him
I just stabbed him.
One more time?
Are you sure
you remember correctly?
It ain't something
I'm likely to forget.
A word outside, Collins.
One moment, Mrs Rogers.
- The angle of attack is wrong.
- You don't think she did it?
No, she's protecting someone.
Question is, who?
Her husband, the cornet player.
That's what I thought but
he was on stage the whole time.
And too far away.
Better take a car
to the Green Mill.
See if you can find
the weapon where she said.
Do the police really think
Charles is capable of murder?
My money was on you.
I gave him a scare, that's all.
I keep trying to piece together
what happened.
Nerine looked back at the band,
the glasses smashed,
the cornet went awry,
Pansy screamed, Leonard slumped,
and then all hell broke loose.
So what was Ben doing
that worried Nerine so much?
NERINE: You must be half fried
cos you ain't making any sense.
We should head home
at first light.
VIC: How will you clear
Charles's name?
I think I know who killed
Leonard.
And I have an idea how.
Stay here with me, Charlie.
Even if Phryne can get you
off this murder charge,
they're still
going to lock you up.
So what do I do? Hide out here
while Bobby faces jail
by himself? I can't do that.
You're right, Charlie.
Hiding's for cowards.
You're a braver man than I am.
Dear Lord, I beseech you to look
after the little orphans
and those with less than I
and those without good health,
and the zebra in the zoo,
you know,
the one with the gammy leg,
and if after all that, Lord,
you still have some time,
perhaps...
Perhaps you could send
Mr Collins some kind of sign,
you know, to let him know
you're Catholic.
See? He's made modifications
here and here.
I don't know who has
the more fanciful imagination.
Rogers for coming up with it
or you for working it out.
Jack! Me, obviously.
Show in Mr Rogers, please,
Constable.
The man himself.
Your instrument, I believe.
And our murder weapon.
So what? Doesn't prove a thing.
You're jumping the gun.
No one's accusing you.
We already have our murderer.
Your wife gave us
a full confession.
Nerine?
I don't believe you.
Your wife's statement.
It's there in black and white.
She confessed to everything.
She killed him
because he was blackmailing her
about the bigamy.
He demanded sexual favors and
she had no choice but to submit.
Stevens
is the real scoundrel in this.
Damn shame she'll hang.
Why... Why would she...
Amazing what people will do
for love.
She didn't do it.
We were hoping you'd do
the gentlemanly thing.
Stevens started sniffing around
the first night
we played at the Green Mill.
Come in, please, Collins.
But Nerine always
had her gaggle of admirers
so I didn't pay him
too much notice.
But one day I caught them.
She denied it, of course.
But I knew.
(breaking glass)
WOMAN: Help! Somebody help!
ROGERS: I thought she loved him.
♪ My momma says I'm reckless
♪ My daddy says I'm wild
♪ My momma says I'm reckless
♪ My daddy says I'm wild
♪ And I ain't somebody's baby
♪ But I'm an angel child
Absolutely divine, Dot.
You're such a clever girl.
Now for the finishing touch.
Beautiful.
Oh no, miss, I'll go
and take it off. It's too much.
Mr Collins for Miss Williams.
Hello, Hugh.
(whispers)
Not bad for a Catholic.
You summoned me,
Inspector Robinson.
Yes.
I found these plates
underneath the floorboards
of Leonard Stevens' apartment.
What do you want me
to do with them?
Have them incinerated.
I thought your hands were tied.
Yes but yours are not.