(machines whirr)
(indistinct voices arguing)
(screams)
(knock)
Apologies, miss,
but Doctor MacMillan is here.
It's a bit early
for a house call.
She doesn't seem herself, miss.
MAC: Her name was Daisy Miller.
Did you know this girl?
I attended when they rang
the emergency bell.
Mr Butler!
Forget the big breakfast.
This calls
for a pot of strong coffee
and Mac will need a...
...stiff drink.
Go on, take your medicine.
Let me be the doctor
for a change.
So this young woman, Daisy,
she was working by her machine
when the accident...
This was no accident.
By the time
they let me see the body,
Gaskin and his foreman
were already skulking around.
There's more to this, Phryne.
I'm sure of it.
If anyone happens to ask,
you're my nurse.
Glad I dressed for the occasion.
- Doctor Mac.
- Gladys.
- Morning.
How often did you say
you visit this factory?
I've been treating
Roderick Gaskin, the owner.
I was here this morning
to give him his injection.
And what's this Gaskin done
to deserve such close attention?
Well, apart from serving on the
hospital board, precious little.
What's his ailment?
Bad heart,
in every sense of the word.
Hugh! You're looking rather
green around the gills.
Miss Fisher,
you ladies should stand back.
There's been
a gruesome accident.
That's why I'm here.
I'm sorry, and you are?
Phryne Fisher, Mr Gaskin.
I believe you sit
on the women's hospital board
with my Aunt Prudence.
Of course.
I'm sure we don't need
the services of a detective,
Miss Fisher.
There's nothing to hide,
is there?
This doesn't concern you,
Doctor.
This area is out of bounds.
The coroner is on his way
to collect the remains
and then there's
some mopping up to do.
Surely you can't do that until
the police have investigated.
The constable here
is satisfied it was an accident.
He's signed papers
to that effect,
so if you'll excuse me...
Hugh, may I have a quick word?
Are you convinced
this is an accident?
It all seems straight enough,
miss.
The woman came in to work,
she turned on the machine,
her hair got caught in the cogs.
(retches)
Her hair got caught in the cogs
and she was pulled in.
- What time was this?
- Eight o'clock.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry but I'm going to have
to insist
that the two of you leave
the factory floor.
PHRYNE: Of course.
I wouldn't want to take it up
with the hospital board.
Any reason to think
it's not an accident?
The owner was very eager
to get us out of there.
That wouldn't have
anything to do with you
barging in like a freight train,
would it?
I was a charming freight train.
Mmm. Hugh seems to have written
a thorough report.
The poor boy had lost his
breakfast and was in the process
of losing yesterday's lunch
by the time he wrote that.
He was hardly in a fit state.
For instance, he notes
the time of death as 8am.
Which is when the workers start.
I was there at half nine.
The blood at the scene of the
accident was completely dry.
That takes longer than an hour
and a half.
I'd wager the victim was dead
a good few hours before 8am,
which makes me wonder why
Mr Gaskin took so long
to telephone the police.
Hmm.
Excuse the mess.
The accident has put us
at least a day behind schedule.
Can I get you something? Joyce?
I'm Roderick's sister,
Joyce Gaskin.
And my assistant.
Chase up a pot of tea
- for the inspector, can you?
- JACK: That won't be necessary.
I just have some more questions
about Daisy Murphy's death.
I've already been through all
the details with your constable.
Can you tell me
who found the body?
That was Ted Colgan,
our foreman.
JACK: The report says the girl
went into the machine at 8am.
Is there any possibility
it was earlier?
No, the machines
don't start up till eight,
so
no, no, there's no possibility.
You saw the body.
The woman's hair
obviously got caught up
in the workings of the machine.
Surely I'm not obliged to answer
two lots of questions.
Miss Fisher, would you mind?
Our machines
are fitted with guards
to keep the workers safe.
I'll deal with this, Joyce.
Then how did she get
caught in the machine?
Are you going to allow her
to harangue me?
JOYCE:
Roderick, please. Your heart.
You should have let the doctor
give you your injection.
JACK: Miss Fisher,
would you mind waiting outside?
I just have a few more
questions for the Gaskins.
I'll show myself out.
What do you think
you're doing here?
Imagining what the last moments
of her life must have been like.
Poor woman.
Mr Gaskin is a dear friend
of my aunt.
We haven't met.
Ted Colgan. I'm the foreman.
You're the one who found her.
Must have been a terrible shock.
What time was that?
Boss said
there was a lady detective
I should keep an eye out for.
He also said that if I found you
snooping around
holding up production, he wanted
to be the first to know.
Mr Gaskin wants me
to charge you.
How can you call it trespass
when I arrived with the police?
I don't recall asking you
to return to the machine.
Gaskin is definitely
covering something up.
I'm afraid the coroner
disagrees with you.
"Death by broken neck."
"Severed arteries, massive blood
loss, blah, blah, blah, blah."
"Can only conclude
the deceased lost her footing
and that death was accidental."
I'm not convinced it was
an accident. How about you?
I'd say
there are grounds for doubt.
So your car or mine?
Neither. You had your chance.
Mr Gaskin
made it abundantly clear
he doesn't want you
anywhere near his factory.
Which means you'll have to leave
the investigating to the police.
If you'll just look,
I'll explain.
It's not like you
to be squeamish.
See, there's blood all over the
machine, all over the floor,
all over these cartons.
But there's none
on the safety guard.
Which means
it was replaced afterwards.
Some of the women said
they were asked to work
without the safety guard,
that it slowed them down.
Which makes the factory guilty
of negligence but not of murder.
Last week at the factory,
Daisy approached me.
She'd found out Gaskin
was up to something illegal.
She didn't venture to say what?
She was going to find evidence.
And you didn't think
to mention this earlier?
She told me in confidence
and it's hardly
a concrete accusation, is it?
No.
But it does make me
want to find out more
about what Gaskin was up to.
It's tricky, given you can't get
anywhere near the factory,
whereas he'll have
to let me back in
if he wants the injection
he missed this morning.
Forgive me but I think he likes
you even less than he likes me.
But perhaps there's someone else
we could send in.
- Martha Driscoll?
- Yes, Miss Gaskin.
And you've no
previous experience?
I was a lady's maid, once.
I'm afraid there
are no ladies here, Martha.
Oh.
Never worked
in a factory before,
never operated machinery?
Er, no.
I'm afraid
there's nothing for you.
But I am very keen to learn.
You see, I need the money.
My mother has the influenza
and...
My aunt died of influenza.
Ugh!
There is one thing I can do,
though,
better than almost anyone else,
I've been told.
Yes?
I make a very enjoyable
cup of tea.
If I needed help,
I would have asked for it.
- Miss Gaskin sent you?
- Yes.
Suppose I'm stuck with you then.
- Thank you, miss...
- Hetty.
I'm Martha.
Well, Martha, you'd better mind
your Ps and Qs
or they'll move you on to
one of those big machines
first chance they get.
Chop chop. Get a move on.
Let's see what kind of brew
you can turn out.
DOT: Is he a nice man?
Mr Gaskin?
HETTY:
Nice isn't the word I'd use.
Married? Single?
Look, I know tea ladies
have got a reputation
for gossip.
That is not me, alright?
This is a tough job. We have
to serve the entire factory
and if we get
behind with our work,
the bosses will be on my back,
which I don't need.
- Got that?
- Got that.
We do the Gaskins first.
I'll do him. He's particular.
You do her.
Do I have to say anything
special?
She's not the bloody queen.
So I practiced my curtsey
for nothing, then?
(knock)
Next time, can you wait
before I call you in?
Sorry.
Your tea, miss.
Thank you.
JOYCE:
Just leave his on his desk.
Who knows
where he's wandered off to?
My supervising the ladies
isn't wandering, Joyce.
What's happened to this tea?
It's drinkable for a change.
DOT: Miss Gaskin was writing
in it when I came in.
And she tried to hide this book
when she saw you?
Yes, right away.
Was her brother in the room?
Not then, no.
I'm not sure I ever want to see
another cup of tea in my life.
- (bell)
- Excuse me.
What sort of a book was it?
A diary?
It was small enough
but I'm not really certain.
Could you find a way
to get a hold of it?
I'd have to find a time
when Miss Gaskin
was out of the office.
I have complete faith in you,
Dot.
Mrs Stanley is here.
Trespass is a serious charge,
Phryne.
Did the doctor
put you up to this?
I can assure you
I wasn't trespassing.
Do you have any notion
just how much money
Roderick Gaskin
has donated to the hospital?
He didn't strike me as a
particularly charitable type.
My dear, when a member
of the manufacturing classes
attempts to buy respectability,
who am I to say him nay?
Ah, well,
when you put it like that...
You must warn the doctor
that this is not the first time
a complaint has been made.
Oh?
You know I'm not one
to speak out of turn.
But if I insist?
The board has been made aware
of the doctor's
more unconventional activities.
What she does behind
closed doors
is a matter entirely
between herself and her maker.
But Mr Gaskin has heard rumors
that she has been giving
un-Christian advice
to some of the girls
at the factory,
and he will be reporting this
to the board
if you continue
your absurd crusade.
Not a threat
to be taken lightly.
- It's upside down.
- Sorry?
Other way, love.
- Oh, ta.
- Lorna, quick word.
Martha! Urn's boiling.
Get a move on.
Morning, Cec, Bert.
Did Dot get off to work alright?
Yeah, dropped her round
the corner.
Not a lot of workers
take a taxi cab to work.
She won't be in any sort
of danger, will she, miss?
She's on a fact-finding mission.
Pure reconnaissance.
I'm sure Dot is smart enough
not to take unnecessary risks.
Postie came earlier
this morning.
Mm-hm!
Everything alright, miss?
Yes, of course.
Why's our Miss Fisher getting
letters from the city jail?
DOT: Which machine was it?
Where the woman died?
You're writing a book, are you?
Just curious.
Next building.
Poor girl.
This place gives me
the heeby-jeebies.
I heard the foreman found her
but what about the women
on the other machines?
Couldn't they help her?
There's the foreman.
Why don't you ask him?
That's stewing. Start another
pot. I'm going out for a puff.
Excuse me, Doctor.
Would you like a cuppa?
Why not, Martha?
You look like a black
with lemon kind of lady to me.
How did you know?
Thank you.
GASKIN: Joyce!
Joyce, we need a word.
- Where the hell is she now?
- MAN: She went downstairs, sir.
Check the powder room. I'll see
if she's in the loading bay.
- MAN: Right away, sir.
- Typical bloody woman.
Excuse me, miss?
Where might I find Lorna Fulton?
She's just over there
with the red hair.
Thank you.
I don't have a clue
what you're talking about.
One of the girls said if I
wanted a bit of extra pin...
What other girl? Who said?
I can't remember her name.
- I'd stick to making tea.
- (glass smashes)
(screaming)
Lorna!
MAN: "Miss Fisher, I realize
you have taken steps to ensure
I remain at His Majesty's
pleasure indefinitely."
"We did not end our last
meeting on the best of terms,
but I write in the hope that you
will agree to meet with me."
"You want the truth, above all
else, and I want my freedom."
"So I have a proposition that
may be of mutual advantage."
"Yours, Murdoch Foyle."
(knock)
Yes?
There's a call from Dorothy
at the factory, miss.
It sounds urgent.
JACK: I'll need to interview
any workers
who saw your brother fall,
Miss Gaskin.
JOYCE:
Of course. Whatever you need.
JACK: You again, Miss Fisher.
What are you doing here?
I was just passing.
I see the threat of a trespass
charge hasn't discouraged you.
If I were easily discouraged,
you would have frightened me off
- on our first crime scene.
- Our first crime scene?
Correct me if I'm wrong
but you agreed to leave
this one to the police.
You're never wrong, Inspector.
Just a little behind the times.
Roderick Gaskin won't be
pursuing this complaint.
Ah! If you're good,
I'll keep you informed.
Give my regards to the tea lady.
Well, I didn't see him fall.
I was in here having a smoko.
I'm sorry. Miss Gaskin
said the tea lady saw...
That's the other tea lady,
Martha.
Do you mind telling me
Martha's surname?
It's Driscoll.
HETTY: Martha,
the police want to have a word.
I'll take the cups.
So... Martha, is it?
You saw Mr Gaskin fall?
Yes, sir, I was in the yard.
Constable! Take down
Miss Driscoll's statement.
Where did you see him fall from?
It was his office window.
Near his desk.
I didn't see the glass break
but I looked up
just after he...landed.
And did you see anything?
I saw Miss Gaskin in the window.
She was with Mr Colgan,
the foreman.
Thank you, Miss Driscoll.
I imagine it
must have been a great shock.
(whispers)
Dot! What are you doing here?
It could be dangerous.
It's Martha and I'm fine,
thank you very much.
JACK: Constable!
We were talking in the corridor.
We heard the glass break.
Did you see anyone
go into the office?
Miss Gaskin and I had been
up the other end of the factory
and we'd just got back.
So you didn't notice anyone else
in the office
- with Mr Gaskin when he fell?
- No.
So someone else could have
been in the office with him
and left by the other door?
Yes. If they were quick.
Do you know of anyone who might
want to do Roger Gaskin harm?
No.
How did you get on with him?
As well as anybody.
I didn't have much to do with
him. I deal with Miss Gaskin.
She's the one who's been running
this place for years.
JOYCE: No, I was in the corridor
when he fell.
Were you by yourself?
No, I was with Ted Colgan,
our foreman.
So your brother
was alone in the office?
I think so.
You were seen at the window
with a man.
That's right. We rushed in
after we heard the glass break.
I'm sorry, this is such a shock.
And how did your brother seem
last time you saw him?
How was his mood?
He's been under a lot of strain
of late.
Any reason to believe he could
have taken his own life?
Roger could never do that.
Did he seem agitated today?
That's fair to say of any day.
But he always seems
particularly grizzly
- when he has to see the doctor.
- Doctor?
Doctor MacMillan came back
to give my brother
the injection he missed.
She must have seen him
just before the accident.
- Miss Fisher.
- I'm just waiting for a friend.
Bring the car around, will you,
Constable?
Sir.
Before you deliver your lecture,
I'm quite prepared to get Dot
out of there this minute.
- How is she?
- Cool as a cucumber.
She appears to have done an
excellent job of infiltration.
She was trained by the best.
But if she gets wind
of any information
the police should know about...
There are more pressing matters.
Have you spoken
to Doctor MacMillan today?
No. I expect
she's busy at the hospital. Why?
It seems she was the last
person to see Gaskin alive.
Well, I could say
that I'm sorry
but I doubt that anyone
would believe me.
His heart condition
wasn't critical
if that's what
you're here to find out.
Why did you go back
to the factory?
Well, there is the little
matter of the Hippocratic Oath.
He was under my care.
What time did you treat him?
The appointment
was for half past eight.
Allow a good five minutes
for the usual bickering
and I had to wait for Joyce
to unlock the drawer
where she keeps the digitalis.
She's the only one with a key.
And after the treatment?
I would have left the factory
at ten to nine.
Drove straight back
to the hospital.
Gaskin went out
the window at nine.
Mmm. The trip takes about 15
minutes
and I was about five minutes
late
for my nine o'clock patient.
Which puts you in the clear.
I'm almost sorry to disappoint
your inspector.
I wouldn't take it personally.
Suspicion is his stock in trade.
Murdoch Foyle wrote to me.
Why?
Has he confessed?
No. But he has a proposition.
He wants me to visit him
at the jail.
Tell me you're not going.
Perhaps he wants to tell
the truth
about what happened to Janey.
Or perhaps he's just
toying with you.
The man is evil.
You've made sure he's locked up.
Now just forget he ever existed.
Stay away from him, Phryne.
I'd like to see every boss
spend a day in a factory.
See how the workers suffer.
I'd like to see you last a day.
Oh, miss,
I didn't hear you come in.
Can I get you some supper?
Something a little more
fortifying.
Dot,
I'm so glad to see you safe.
I didn't expect more bloodshed.
This new death must
be connected to the first,
don't you think?
I thought you would have had
enough.
Oh, no, miss. I have to go back.
I haven't solved the case yet.
But I did find
something interesting.
I tore these from the book
that Miss Gaskin tried to hide.
Definitely sounds dodgy.
DOT: Some of the girls work
extra hours.
No one will talk about it
but it's what Miss Gaskin's book
is about.
It said Daisy worked
from six until 10pm that night.
So Miss Gaskin has them
doing secret shifts at night.
That would explain the blood.
It was dry on the machine.
Daisy wasn't discovered
until the next morning
but I'd say she died
the night before.
I took the early pages
so she wouldn't notice
but it goes right up
until a few days ago.
BERT: It's worker exploitation.
Poor girls can't earn
enough from a decent day's wage
so they have to work
half the night.
Miss Gaskin isn't doing
this on her own.
I saw the foreman handing out
extra pay packets to a woman.
If her brother found out
about this little scheme,
that could have been
their motive to get rid of him.
Well, whatever's going on,
it's suspicious.
Excellent work, Dot.
Keep your eyes and ears open.
Meanwhile, I think we
should plan a late-night trip
to the Gaskin factory.
Say ten o'clock?
Miss,
your aunt is here to see you.
This is the limit, Phryne!
I've reached the absolute
bitter end of my patience.
Good evening, Aunt Prudence.
With all due respect
for whatever feelings of loyalty
you might still harbor
for that woman,
I wish to inform you
that I can no longer protect
your Doctor MacMillan.
You've heard
about the death of Mr Gaskin.
The hospital board was convened
for an emergency meeting!
Joyce Gaskin was beside herself.
She has insisted
that Doctor MacMillan
be removed from her position.
On what grounds?
On the grounds
that she is suspected
of murdering Roderick Gaskin.
No, that's not true!
Will you please explain to me
why the police
arrived at the hospital
this evening and took her away?
Took her away?
It was that dour inspector
you're so fond of.
He marched her through
the front door
for anyone who wanted to watch.
PHRYNE: Jack, you can't be
serious about this!
Gaskin was dead
before he hit the ground.
Heart attack
induced by bleach poisoning.
I don't understand.
There was no bleach
in his stomach.
The only way it could have been
administered is intravenously.
- They think I killed him.
- The coroner suggests
the amount of bleach,
mixed with the digitalis,
would have taken 10 to 15
minutes to take effect.
Long enough for the doctor
to return to the hospital.
We have to hold the doctor until
we have contradictory evidence.
What you don't have is motive.
Gaskin threatened
to make her life difficult
with the hospital board.
That's hardly enough
for her to kill him.
It's true that Gaskin
disapproved of Mac's attitude
but so does half the world.
The wrong half, if you ask me.
And Mac's used to sailing
close to the wind.
She's the one who asked me
to investigate Daisy's death.
Why do that
if she planned to kill Gaskin?
Assuming it's something
she planned.
I doubt that she injected bleach
into his veins
in a fit of passion.
If you have an explanation,
I'd love to hear it.
Simple. Someone else
tampered with the vial.
Who would tamper with it?
To what purpose?
To frame Mac. And it's obviously
had the desired effect.
As to who, Joyce Gaskin for one.
She's the only one
with a key to the drawer
that contained the vial.
What motive would she have
to frame the doctor?
To deflect blame from herself.
Dot suspects Joyce
keeps a secret ledger.
Based on what exactly?
On an address book
she keeps in her handbag,
which mysteriously made its way
into Dot's possession.
She's working the women
late into the night.
That's when Daisy was killed,
while working
these extra shifts.
Very interesting but not proof
she's involved in the deaths.
But enough
to raise reasonable doubt.
I'll prove Joyce
is up to something.
CEC: Here comes someone.
PHRYNE: Maybe they're winding
things up now Gaskin's dead.
CEC: Expecting supplies?
Bit late for a delivery,
isn't it?
PHRYNE: That's Ted Colgan.
The foreman.
(clanking metal)
- Oi.
- Got a smoke, mate?
I'm desperate for a smoke.
Come on, mate.
Here. Have a couple.
Alright?
Oi!
You got a light?
Oi!
(laughs)
You look after yourself, mate.
"Miss Fisher, I realize you have
taken steps to ensure my..."
BUTLER: My apologies, miss.
I wasn't sure whether you
intended to keep the letter.
Thank you.
Did you read it?
It's not my place
to read personal correspondence.
Do you think it's possible
to make a deal with the devil?
I'm not a religious man.
Not since the day
Mrs Butler passed.
I understand.
I know what it's like to have
someone taken before their time.
It's enough to drive you
to distraction.
That's when I hear Mrs Butler's
voice telling me, "Persevere."
Goodnight, miss.
Goodnight, Mr Butler.
Did they offer you tea?
Quite right.
It's undrinkable slop.
No one should be
forced to endure it.
Tell me,
what kind of evening is it?
One that you'll never see.
Well, that's where you're wrong.
I think you might be prepared to
help me see the sunshine again.
I doubt it.
My time is precious,
Miss Fisher.
We both have something
the other desires.
What if I told you
what happened to your sister?
Oh.
I do have something you want
after all.
What would that cost?
My freedom.
You rescind your objection
to my parole
and I will tell you everything.
You'd come straight back here.
Not if I'm innocent.
There's only one way
out of here for you.
Confess what you did
to my sister and hang for it.
Otherwise, stay here
and rot in hell.
My day of resurrection
will come, Phryne Fisher,
whether you help me or not.
I thought we made it clear
you're not welcome here.
I have some questions
for Miss Gaskin.
As you can see, we are rather
busy at the moment.
Yes, you must be completely
exhausted
after lifting
all those cartons last night.
That's a very serious
accusation, Inspector.
And we received a report
the truck was seen at the docks,
where the plumbing fittings
were offloaded for export.
You have my assurance Mr Colgan
will be severely reprimanded.
Not sacked? I doubt your brother
would have been so generous.
Now that I'm in charge,
I intend to do things
differently from my brother.
Do you intend to keep
your little sideline going?
I beg your pardon?
Mr Colgan organized the women
to work extra hours
and looked after the sale
of the extra goods
but you clearly knew about it.
Where did you get that?
I'm not in a position
to divulge my source.
Inspector!
Bleach from the missing vial.
When was this bin emptied?
Yesterday's rubbish.
Where did it go?
It would be out in the yard.
- HUGH: Which way?
- Round the back.
We'll be continuing
this discussion, Miss Gaskin.
Fine.
But now that I own the factory,
you'll have a hard time proving
I was trying to rob myself.
That's not what I'm
interested in, Miss Gaskin.
What I want to know is how far
you were prepared to go
to get the better
of your brother.
You've got to stop
this nonsense, Dot.
My name is Martha.
I'm serious.
It's not safe here.
Look, I'm not leaving
until Miss Phryne tells me.
- HETTY: Martha!
- I've got to go.
Dot, please.
I don't like any of this.
- Lucky you're not doing it.
- Dot.
You'll find the incinerators
over there, Constable.
Was that copper getting fresh?
He was alright. Just got lost.
Clearly scraping the bottom
of the barrel with that one.
I can't believe
they arrested that doctor.
Did they?
Who told you that?
One of the girls was saying.
Doesn't surprise me.
You wouldn't believe the things
she got up to.
What kinds of things?
Mr Gaskin used to get me
to keep an eye on the place.
If you know anything
about that girl in the machine,
or Mr Gaskin,
you should tell the police.
Talk to the coppers?
That constable.
He looked alright to me.
JACK: Do you mind repeating
what you told me earlier?
I used to keep an eye on things
for Mr Gaskin.
Let him know what was
happening on the factory floor.
I was allowed to go everywhere.
Like a spy?
He wanted to know what was
going on with that doctor.
Go on.
Every week the doctor
would come to see Mr Gaskin,
and every week
she would arrive early.
Sometimes half an hour,
sometimes an hour.
She started meeting with women
in the tea rooms
to see if they had
any medical troubles.
So she was running a clinic.
Helping
those women is hardly a crime.
Depends what she helped them do.
She was advising
the women about family planning.
Young Maisie got into trouble
with a boy
from the Presbyterian dance
and that doctor got her in touch
with a midwife,
a woman who fixed her up.
- And you told Gaskin?
- My word.
Can you repeat what you said
about Daisy Murphy?
That doctor made friends
with her.
More than friends.
She did unnatural things
with Daisy.
Most people would want to lock
her up just for that.
You loved her.
And you suffered in silence
while I showed you
those photographs
of the blood on the machine.
What could I have said?
The truth would have given me
a running start.
I went to
Daisy's funeral service.
Her mother came and thanked me
for being such a good doctor.
I was so much more to her
than that.
Oh, Mac.
I didn't kill him.
How long have
we known each other?
Too bloody long.
Then you know
there are some things
that don't need to be said.
There should only be one hole.
Where the needle went through.
So the other hole
would have been made earlier,
when someone injected bleach
into the vial.
But you claim to be unaware of
this when you gave him the shot?
Joyce had opened the drawer
and was called
out of the office.
Gaskin
was his usual charming self,
which meant everything took a
lot longer than it should have.
I told him
not to be such a big baby.
I was so distracted
by his carry on
that...that I didn't
inspect the vial.
The safety guard on this machine
was placed there
after your worker's accident.
And the bloodstains
indicate Daisy's accident
was less recent
than that morning.
More likely the night before.
You had more to keep
hidden from your brother
than a few extra shifts.
The vial was tampered with
and you were the only person
with access to it.
Wait.
Normally I take my keys with me
every time I leave the office.
But yesterday I was in the
storeroom to audit the stock.
I do it every Wednesday.
Was there anyone with you
who can confirm this?
Yes.
Ted Colgan.
JACK: Why didn't you tell us
this before?
Because it is a matter
of some delicacy.
You see, Mr Colgan is married.
So it's possible someone might
know of your regular tryst.
We were always very discreet.
PHRYNE: And the keys?
When I left for the storeroom,
I left them on the hook.
Someone who knows everything
that goes on in the factory.
Someone who's allowed
to go everywhere.
Someone who is the very eyes
and ears of the place.
Where's Dot?
I thought you'd be too snooty
for us when you started.
I'm just shy.
I had my key right here
like you showed me.
The Gaskins don't exactly spend
a fortune on their workers.
Another day, another tuppence.
But tomorrow I'll show you
how to skive off
to the sorting room for a break.
See you.
WOMAN: "Hetty, my dear,
I don't know how to begin this."
"I know you don't
want to hear this
but I can't see you ever again."
"What happened was wrong and
I could never feel like you do."
"Please leave me alone. I'm
very sorry that I hurt you."
"Your friend, Daisy."
What are you doing?
- Those letters are private.
- I'm so, so sorry. I...
- You and Daisy...
- She was mine.
Until that doctor came along.
I'm not the kind of person
to judge.
What sort of person are you,
Martha Driscoll?
The sort of person that looks
through someone's locker?
Martha!
Martha, it's alright!
Martha, I'm sorry!
I didn't mean to...
Martha.
Martha! I'm not a killer!
You have to believe me!
(gasps)
Daisy was an accident.
What about Mr Gaskin?
You killed him.
That doctor deserved it.
She stole her from me.
I'm not a killer, Martha.
Take it back.
I can't.
Then I'm going to have
to change your mind.
(screams)
Dot! Dot!
Why are you doing this, Hetty?
I know you tampered
with Gaskin's medicine,
that you tried to frame
the doctor.
I'm going to hang for this!
JACK: Phryne, no!
Argh!
Phryne?
I'm alright.
She did love me.
I know she did.
Speaking on behalf
of the hospital board,
and for myself personally,
I should like to express
my deep, deep regret
for what seems to have been
a somewhat
over-hasty decision
regarding your suspension.
However, in light of recent
ameliorating events,
I'm pleased to say that
the aforesaid suspension
is to be lifted.
More pie, Aunt Prudence?
I'm not going to ask
what you plan to do
because I already know.
How?
I had a telephone call
this afternoon
from the governor of city jail.
You are well connected.
He told me
you paid Murdoch Foyle a visit.
He offered me a deal.
Information about Janey's death.
In exchange for?
Securing his release.
I hope you're not
asking for my help.
But I am.
Tell me not to place
myself above the law.
Not to let a killer loose
because I want the truth.
Tell me there's a greater good
than my own need to know.
You never listen to me anyway.
Humor me.
You know what to do.