(circus music plays)
MAN:
Come on in, my fine friends!
Come in, come in,
and see the wonder of the age.
Ten spectacles
for the price of one.
Dare our duke of the dagger
and his delectable assistant.
Roll up, roll up!
Marvel at the mighty Samson,
the freaks and phantoms
and the merely fabulous.
Snake woman, man woman.
It's all real.
Oh yes! Some of it's really real
and some of it's really fake.
But it's all
really, really good!
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
a bit of hush, if you please.
A bit of the old capital QT
because the lovely Miss Parkes
is about to step into this box
and vanish
before your very eyes.
(drum roll)
(tapping)
(gasping)
(screaming)
(screams)
(banging on door)
I'm looking
for Miss Phryne Fisher.
(giggling)
BUTLER: A Mr Samson to see you,
Miss Fisher, from the circus.
Oh.
Should I suggest
he call another time?
No, no, I'll see him.
JANE: Who is he?
He's... (clears throat)
Someone I knew a long time ago.
PHRYNE: Sam.
Phryne.
What a lady you've turned into.
(laughs)
You clearly ate up
all your vegetables.
I did.
I'm the strong man now.
DOT: Jane!
You've met Mr Butler.
This is my companion Dot.
Hello, miss.
And my ward Jane.
Hello.
Jane.
A happy coincidence.
Murder?
I assume the police were called.
They took away
Miss Christopher's body.
Asked a few questions
then they left.
That was the end of it.
But I hear you're in the
business of solving crimes.
I'd like to help you, Samson,
but I can't.
I can't go back there.
Of course.
Did you ever find out
what happened to your sister?
(sighs)
They caught the man
who took her.
Murdoch Foyle.
He was arrested
for kidnapping another child.
But he never
confessed to taking Janey.
I didn't mean
to dredge it all up.
Don't worry.
It's never far from my mind.
PHRYNE: Jack,
I told Samson you could help.
The case has been assigned
to another policeman.
What, Senior Sergeant Grossmith?
Mm.
He came sniffing around
last time we came to town.
Mr Jones asked him to sort out
a couple of thugs
who'd been causing us strife.
He closed down a two-up game
then he was on his way.
Not the most diligent
officer in the force.
His results
seem perfectly satisfactory.
I assured Samson that you don't
just go out of your way
for the rich and famous.
We generally leave the rich
and famous to people like you.
Why aren't you investigating,
out of interest?
Oh, don't give me that!
(door opens)
What was that about?
Miss Fisher was inquiring
about the carnival murder.
Yeah, it's all in hand.
Perhaps you could use some
assistance.
Constable Collins,
you'll work with
Senior Sergeant Grossmith.
If Miss Fisher
gets in the way of this,
I want to know about it.
Yes, sir.
Grossmith won't do anything.
He just looks the part.
I was sure Jack would help.
I didn't expect much
from the coppers.
They'll chalk Miss Christopher
up as just another dead drifter.
So for your next feat,
you intend to bend me as easily
as you bend an iron bar?
You always could see
right through me.
I understand why you don't
want to go back to the carnival.
Do you think
I'm afraid of ghosts?
I would be.
Look at you. I don't believe
that for a moment.
It's all show.
Then I think it's time
I got in on the act.
Indeed.
Anything with feathers,
fur or fins, Dot!
Bring it all!
Why the disguise, miss?
Circus people
are a very suspicious lot.
They're not likely to tell
the truth to an outsider.
Oh!
Thank you.
So, you caught them red-handed
sneaking under the tent.
Yes. Then your Miss Phryne
gave me a serve.
Said it was my fault for not
pegging down the tent properly.
It was such a good speech,
the boss, Mr Jones,
let them in for free.
Every day she'd try it again,
little sister in tow.
She doesn't talk about her much.
About Janey.
No, I'm sure.
- Too much?
- That's just enough.
Phryne, no!
They'll catch us! Phryne!
It's alright.
Come on.
SAMSON: Phryne. Phryne?
You OK?
You ready to confront the boss?
MAN:
I just lost my main attraction.
The last thing I need
is you falling to pieces.
WOMAN: I can't go back on stage
with him yet.
Then take over the peep show.
No!
That's all I got, Amelia.
I can't just invent
a new job for you.
Unless you've come to tell me
you've struck gold, go.
Sorry, sir.
Just someone looking for work.
- What's your name?
- Fern, sir.
What do you do, Fern?
A bit of everything.
Juggling, tumbling.
Let's see your legs.
Decision time, Amelia.
It's no kind of choice.
Alright, I'll do the peep show.
You'll be assisting Mr Sheridan,
our magician. Welcome aboard.
I won't let you down, sir.
You come from carnival people?
Not in this lifetime.
Really? Cos you look familiar.
People say that.
Must have a common kind of face.
Samson will show you the ropes.
SAMSON: She was working in a
brothel when Mr Jones found her.
They'd treated her
so badly she'd gone dumb.
He showed her she had value,
just like the rest of us.
She wasn't just accepted here,
she was respected.
Well, someone was unhappy enough
to truss her up
in a straitjacket,
shove four daggers into her
and toss in a python
for good measure.
I don't know
what your muscles earn you
but Miss Christopher
managed to save a princely sum.
Well, we all earn the same.
One of Mr Jones's golden rules.
Well, here's the wage, see?
Same as everyone else.
This one big payment here...
Could be extra dollars
for the peep show.
I don't think anyone would
begrudge Mr Jones
giving her a bonus
every now and then.
Rather large bonus.
And a one-off,
by the looks of it.
She was making regular payments
to a Dr Reginald Septimus.
Any idea what for?
No. What now?
I want to speak to your
magician, his assistant,
and the snake charmer.
SAMSON:
Doreen, you seen Miss Parkes?
Shower tent.
This is Fern. She's new.
Look after her
till Miss Parkes gets back.
Safe with me, sweetie.
I just heard what happened.
Is this the one they found in
the box with Miss Christopher?
Must've been awful locked up
in a box with a dead body.
Poor baby.
Half man, half woman.
What a horrible life.
It's against nature, isn't it?
My mum always said that
God let those ones perish.
The ones
that are born not right.
(sighs) Yeah, well, I guess he
let a few through to the keeper.
You've gotta feel sorry
for them, though, don't you?
I don't have to feel sorry
for anyone.
You sound like my Sheridan,
you do.
Breaks his heart
over every stray in the street.
She took advantage.
Miss Christopher?
Crying on his shoulder
every night for hours
about her troubles.
Troubles?
You're a nosy one, aren't you?
What's Jones
got you doing on the show?
I'm gonna be assisting
Mr Sheridan.
Well, you better be careful,
little Miss Fern.
You keep your eyes on the job
and your hands to yourself.
Alright?
I don't want any trouble.
Come on. You're not going to
hell for taking a little break.
Ah, I don't know, sir.
Shouldn't we be investigating
the carnival murder?
Yeah, we'll get to it. No hurry.
Sir, I think I might stay here
and make sure...
Cheer up, sunshine.
All things in their time.
Besides, it's thirsty work
catching a murderer.
- Where is it?
- You bunch of maggots!
Give it up!
You're not listening!
You...
Let me go!
- (groans)
- Hey! Hey!
Well, well, well,
if it isn't the Roy Boys!
You and you, your back against
the wall or I'll start shooting
and I'll keep shooting
until someone gives me a prize.
Let go, Else. Let go before you
do something you'll regret.
- They broke into my place.
- I know.
I know
what they were looking for.
Didn't even bloody find it,
did you?
GROSSMITH:
Keep your eye on the old lizard.
Someone needs to have a word
with these boys
about how to treat a lady.
MAN: Oh, weren't doing any harm.
GROSSMITH:
Got some explaining to do.
Lizard?
HUGH: Lizard?
Now, was that too hard for you,
boys?
PHRYNE: So is a peep show
what it sounds like?
On the way out, the punters can
buy a little something extra.
She didn't seem too thrilled
with the idea.
Miss Christopher used to do it
before.
Made a lot of money,
half man, half woman.
Twice the price to have a gawk.
- (sighs)
- She hated it.
Last week she threatened
to leave and they had a barney.
The boss had to beg her to stay.
So there was tension between
Miss Christopher and Mr Jones.
The boss would never have
wanted to get rid of her.
She was our greatest
money spinner.
Besides, I know Mr Jones.
He kept me on
when no one else would have.
He was like a father
to all of us.
Not all fathers
are kind to their children.
(Hugh laughs)
I wouldn't lose
any sleep over it.
She's a slippery customer and
those Roy Boys are a handful.
Yeah, well, it's a good thing
you had your gun on you, sir.
You can't ask a crook to wait
while you go back to the station
and get a permission note
for your weapon, can you?
No, sir.
Better get a wriggle on
with the carnie case.
These are the files of interest.
Here's a list of names
from people at the carnival.
Just check their histories.
Nut it out.
Try and impress me.
Yes, sir!
OK. Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Have you been drinking,
Constable?
Oh, just the one, sir.
Helps turn the cogs apparently.
(laughs)
If I ever catch you
or anyone else
drinking on the job,
you can kiss your badge goodbye.
Now, get on with that
carnival investigation.
Jones will call for numbers
from the audience
and I'll endeavor to hit them.
Endeavour?
You're not filling me
with confidence, Mr Sheridan.
I rarely miss, Miss Fern.
That looks sore.
I fainted.
When Miss Parkes
opened the cabinet
and we all saw...
Faint at the drop of a hat,
I do.
Can't imagine seeing that happen
to someone close to you.
See that Miss Parkes
finds you a costume.
Good day to you.
Course it was going to go bad.
Couldn't last.
It was stupid to think it would.
This. Will this do?
It'll be fine.
Are you... Have I upset you
taking your job?
Look at me,
blubbering on like this.
I've got no right.
Your friend was killed.
If ever there's a good time
to blubber, I reckon this is it.
It's alright.
A good cry never hurt anyone.
I wasn't much of a friend to her
while she was alive.
Can hardly come over all upset
now she's dead.
Just wish we didn't have words
the last time I saw her.
Think there's a headdress
here somewhere.
My mum always said never to let
the sun go down on an argument.
She wanted to borrow some money.
For something special.
She just needed the last £50.
When she said she was leaving,
I got worried
she wasn't going to pay it back
and I said as much.
She was so offended
I didn't trust her.
So, you see,
I went back there to apologize.
And I saw them together.
I don't know
what came over me.
I just lost my grip on things.
Said Lord knows what.
Who did you see?
Miss Christopher and...
Mr Sheridan.
Miss Christopher
and Mr Sheridan were lovers?
- Sir?
- GROSSMITH: Hmm?
I've been looking through
the files of these circus people
and it looks like one of them
has a prior arrest.
Drunk and disorderly? Affray?
How does murder sound?
Sounds like a solid gold
result to me, kid.
What are you staring at?
Oh, Fern.
Some dishes here
with your name on them.
You wait till Mr Sheridan's
plate comes back too
before you change the water.
No use wasting it.
GROSSMITH: Off you go, then.
You did the legwork.
Er, Amelia Parkes,
you're under arrest for murder.
- I'm ready.
- See?
She knows what's what.
This isn't the first time you've
been arrested, is it, love?
It was all over the newspapers.
You didn't read about it?
"Carnival Killer: Trapeze Wife
Lets Husband Take Death Plunge."
And where did you get this,
out of the ark?
Bottom of the carnival trunk,
as it happens.
Miss Parkes was charged
with murder
after failing to catch
her husband on the trapeze.
But during the trial,
it came out
that she has epilepsy,
a condition she was unaware of
at the time.
She couldn't catch him
because she was
in the middle of a seizure.
That's why her sentence
was commuted.
Which makes
this latest accusation
a masterstroke in lazy policing.
I could be wrong but I suspect
wrestling a victim
into a straitjacket, plunging
in a set of steak knives
and wrangling a python
is a tall order for a woman
as frail as Miss Parkes.
And I assume you have a theory
as to who did the deed?
Two frontrunners.
One's the magician Mr Sheridan.
Very secretive about
his romantic involvement
with Miss Christopher's
female half.
You think
she might have threatened
to make the dalliance public?
Possible.
That's a hell of a way
to keep someone quiet.
But Mr Sheridan fainted
when he saw the body.
Not likely if he'd done
the handiwork himself.
A good faint, like just
about anything, can be faked.
Then there's Doreen, proud
owner of the python in question.
She imagines a romance
with the magician
that doesn't appear
to be reciprocal.
So it was a jealous rage?
Then there's her boss Mr Jones.
He and Miss Christopher argued
when she threatened
to leave the carnival.
All very interesting.
Let me know
when you narrow it down.
I'd like to see Miss Parkes.
To what purpose?
To check that her
basic visitation rights
are being respected.
I am a workmate, after all.
I don't remember what happened
the night I killed my husband.
How can I be sure
it didn't happen again?
You've got epilepsy,
Miss Parkes.
Samson mentioned you take
an elixir which helps?
That's the thing though, Fern.
I'm supposed to take it.
But it makes me so tired, I can
hardly string my words together.
You stopped taking it?
The night I went and saw
Miss Christopher, I had a turn.
(sighs)
The next thing I remember
is being back in my tent.
Did Miss Christopher say why she
wanted to borrow money from you?
I don't like to betray a trust.
Might be important.
Does it have anything to do
with the doctor she was seeing?
She was tired of being
a half man, half woman.
She wanted
to be one or the other.
And that doctor, he said
he could make it happen for her,
for a price.
WOMAN: I want some
bloody justice from you lot!
Come on, Jackie boy! Come on!
HUGH: I told you, he's busy.
I want some bloomin' justice
from you lot!
- Hello, Jack.
- Elsie.
Jack Robinson. He's the nicest
copper this side of the river.
I was his first arrest.
Did you know that?
Really?
Do you remember that, Jack?
You never let me forget, Else.
What seems to be the problem?
Those stinking Roy Boys, they're
still sniffing around my place.
Sir, Sergeant Grossmith
intervened earlier
on an attempted burglary.
Fat lot of good that did.
They'll never find it.
- That's Matty's stash.
- What stash is that?
You swore blind your boy Matthew
had nothing to do with
the Burns Street robbery.
Which, by logical extension,
would mean there was no stash.
My oath.
You know what I'm trying to say,
though.
You know what I'm getting at.
Things'll seem clearer once
you go home and have a sleep.
In fact, Constable Collins here
will take you home right now.
Unless, of course,
you're finally ready
to interview Miss Parkes.
Sergeant Grossmith says he wants
her to sweat it out some more.
He says sweat...
He says sweat what?
He says sweat
greases the wheels
on the fast track
to confessions.
Dizzying insight, Constable.
Don't let him intimidate you
on the way home, Else.
What, this lamb?
I found out why Miss Christopher
needed that extra money.
Are you going to tell me?
I think it's something better
seen with your own eyes.
I thought the man-woman act
was a con
but she was
a real hermaphrodite.
But she didn't intend
to stay that way.
She'd found
a doctor who was prepared
to relieve her
of her additional appendage
for an extraordinary fee.
Ouch.
"Cause of death, asphyxiation."
- The python?
- No.
She was choked to death,
possibly with a rope.
Then the knife wounds,
the straitjacket
and the python
were all added afterwards.
Overkill.
To send a message, a warning.
But to whom?
ELSIE: My place is down here.
We're nearly there.
That's the gate.
I don't see the mongrels.
- (clattering)
- Bugger!
Go on, do something!
(clears throat)
Police.
Come out with your hands in the
air, there won't be any trouble.
Trouble, my backside! You come
out now, you spineless maggot!
I'll give you trouble!
(gunshot)
(breathes heavily)
Holy smoke.
You've shot yourself in the leg,
tiger.
(groans)
(applause)
(gasps)
(circus music plays)
MAN:
Every night's another night.
Come on in.
Quiet, please,
ladies and laddies, quiet!
Complete hush
as our duke and the dagger,
our nobleman of the knife,
our captain of the cutlass
prepares to throw
his final knife.
(drum roll)
(crowd gasps)
Please give your thanks
to our target master,
Mr Abel Sheridan!
(applause)
And our
fabulously fearless Miss Fern!
(applause)
Coming up next...
You must miss her.
Miss Christopher.
I know you were lovers.
MAN: That was rigged!
The same bloke
called out all the numbers.
We have a skeptic amongst us.
A doubter named Thomas!
What say you, Mr Sheridan?
Shall we prove him wrong?
How about we let him
call out your next number?
- 20.
- 20!
(drum roll)
(cheering and applause)
Mr Sheridan!
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't
have gone on tonight.
I understand. I really do.
I had a lover once who died.
Who told you, Fern?
Who told you this?
Miss Parkes.
I went to see her today.
She told me all about you
and Miss Christopher.
It doesn't bother me.
I know it takes all kinds.
Miss Parkes said someone
was giving Miss Christopher
extra money.
Do you know why?
I really can't say.
Cos you're scared of what
might happen to you.
I will bid you goodnight.
(groans)
Little cherub one of yours,
ain't he, Jack?
- What happened?
- I've been shot, sir.
Don't turn it into a three-act
play. It's only a graze.
What's this?
I don't know.
He wouldn't
have meant no harm by it.
He'd just come back to find
his stash,
and he found it,
just where he hid it.
Your son's in prison, Elsie.
Has been for years.
Well, he must have busted out.
Who else is going to leave me
a bag of my favorite sweets,
take the family pictures
from under the mattress?
HUGH: Your son shot me?
Strictly speaking,
he made you shoot yourself.
He made me shoot myself!
Agh!
PHRYNE:
Jones had the most to lose.
If she'd gone through
with the operation,
he'd have lost
his star attraction.
How would I get myself
into a position
to take a peek
through Jones's papers?
No.
The boss is straight
as an arrow.
Then he'll have nothing to hide.
But if, hypothetically,
we were to take a look
through his papers,
where would we find them?
Anything important
is kept in the strongbox.
Could you get into it for me?
He's a good man, Phryne.
I know it's hard.
But good people,
the best of people,
can still be compromised.
(phone rings)
Miss Fisher's residence,
Dorothy speaking.
Where is he?
I don't know
whether to hug you or slap you.
Do I get a vote?
Any truth to the nasty rumor
that you got yourself shot?
Afraid so. Sir?
This is my sweetheart Dot.
If you were any kind
of senior officer,
you wouldn't have sent such
an inexperienced young policeman
out on such a dangerous job.
Hooked yourself a regular
barracks-room lawyer, I see.
DOT: I do know a bit
about the law, actually.
My employer
is Miss Phryne Fisher.
- Detective.
- Really?
Well, maybe you should get your
employer to sort out her facts.
I didn't send your sweetheart
anywhere.
Better drive the old soak home
or we'll have to fumigate.
JACK: I want her
to dry out before she goes.
If you've got time to burn,
you might turn your attention
to Miss Parkes.
I'm officially
turning the clock on.
I want movement
on the circus murder
first thing in the morning
or I'm letting Miss Parkes go.
ELSIE: Lord knows
how he's managed it
but he has managed somehow
to bust out of jail.
He's a clever lad.
I don't think so, Else.
I'm telling you, he has.
You tell them,
go check in his cell.
He won't be there,
I guarantee you. I know my son.
Well, I promise you,
if what you're saying is true,
I'd know about it.
Here, sit down. Right?
If it'll help you sleep soundly,
I'll ring the prison
and find out.
I always liked you, Jack.
My apologies for the roommate.
Underneath the alcoholic vapor,
there's a lady of considerable
intellect and wit.
Unfortunately, waiting for her
to reveal herself
isn't going to be pretty.
(keys jangle)
I finish by ten at the latest
so you could meet me
out the back of the tent.
What are you looking at?
- Nothing. I thought...
- What?
That you and Mr Sheridan were...
You thought that was romantic?
That was about money,
sweetheart.
You don't make enough money
in this lark
without doing a few extras.
Little Bo Peep's
lost more than her sheep.
A class act in the buff.
There's the boss.
Which means that his tent
is unattended.
Sam!
A padlock I could get around
but this...
The boss will know it was me.
It's our only alternative
if we want to help Miss Parkes.
Smells like some kind
of medicine.
Probably animal tranquilizers
from when we had the lion show.
Serialized banknotes.
What does that mean?
Banks only hand them out
to the stupidly wealthy
or people pointing guns at them.
I'm sure there's
some kind of explanation.
But perhaps not the one
you were hoping for.
I need you to take these
to Jack Robinson for me.
HUGH: Five eight six
nine three four.
Five eight six nine three five.
The banknotes are definitely
from the robbery
Elsie's son committed.
But why did
they end up at the carnival?
Maybe Jones had a way
to put it through his books
so they couldn't be traced.
Is there any chance Elsie was
right and her son did bust out
and escape to the carnival?
Put me through to the Parkreach
prison administrator.
Inspector Jack Robinson here.
I want to check the status
of a prisoner, Matthew Tizzard.
He what?
Thank you, love.
You won't be disappointed.
I'm sure I won't.
You're not going to close us
down, are you?
Oh, keep your hair on, girlie.
There's only one way to find out
if your little love show
is breaching any decency laws
and that's for me
to have a little bo peep myself.
I'm sure we could work something
out together, eh?
Whatever you say, sir.
- Slumming it a bit, aren't you?
- What are you doing here?
I think the question is what is
Miss Phryne Fisher doing here.
Isn't that right?
This is hardly the place
for a well-to-do lady detective.
Justice, not money,
determines the cases
worthy of my attention.
Hmm. I'm sorry to disappoint you
but I think I've solved
the murder.
Oh, does this
do you out of a commission?
- What's that?
- The murder weapon.
I'm afraid, for you,
showtime is over.
You want to know where
I found it?
Miss Parkes' tent.
Which only proves that someone
is trying to put her
in the frame.
What was her motive?
Oh, it's not for me to ask why.
No, yours to tie things up
as quickly as possible
and rush to the pub.
You already have one cop
by the short and curlies.
Isn't that enough for you?
Didn't anyone ever tell you it's
dangerous to play with knives?
(keys jangle)
Did you check on my boy?
Not there, is he?
No. No, he's not there.
But I've got some bad news,
Else.
There was a fight two weeks ago.
Matthew and another inmate.
They took him to the prison
infirmary but it was too late.
He was pronounced dead
that night.
That's not true.
The prison sent a telegram
but the address they had
was five years old.
So when they didn't hear back,
they gave him
a pauper's funeral.
That's not...
It's not true.
Did I ever tell you
about my boy?
Always such a loving thing,
even when he was a little tyke.
He's got kind eyes.
He's been in a bit of strife
but he's got kind eyes.
Can I speak to you, please,
in private?
I know
it's going to sound crazy
but the man in the photograph
in Elsie's locket, I know him.
He goes by the name
Matthias the ghoul.
He joined one of the sideshow
attractions, the haunted palace,
two weeks ago.
PHRYNE: I've seen him
around a few times.
The strange thing is,
he's always wearing his make-up.
White make-up?
Greasepaint?
I should have recognized
the smell of the stuff.
Do you mind telling me how
he goes from dead and buried
to running round the carnival?
The lab tested this.
It's animal tranquilizer.
Potentially fatal for humans
but if it doesn't kill you,
its main side effects
are suppression
of the pulse and the breathing.
So they would appear dead.
Matthew Tizzard paid Jones
some of the proceeds
of his bank robbery
for the tranquilizers.
It was smuggled into the jail.
Tizzard takes the drug,
picks a fight,
and by the time they get him
to the infirmary,
he comes over
all Romeo and Juliet.
Henceforth he's dispatched
to the undertaker,
then to the cemetery.
A trick box.
Damned clever.
PHRYNE:
See you at the circus, Jack!
Miss Fisher?
- Collins, get on to the prison.
- But, sir...
Find out if there have been any
other suspicious deaths.
That's what I'm trying to tell
you, sir.
I telephoned the prison.
The only other recent death
was the prisoner who picked
the fight with Tizzard.
His name was Foyle.
A Murdoch Foyle.
You know him, sir?
Miss Fisher believes Murdoch
Foyle murdered her sister.
Matthew Tizzard.
What do you want?
I see the reports of your death
are greatly exaggerated.
It wasn't my idea.
Don't let's be modest.
He was the brains.
Said he'd thought
of a way for us to get out.
I just went along with it.
Who was this criminal genius?
Another inmate.
Name of Foyle.
He worked it all out.
Said he knew about the drug.
Said he'd bought some
from a carnival years before.
Then the magician
built the coffins.
And Foyle?
He broke out? Where is he?
I don't know. We were supposed
to meet but he never showed.
- Where is he?
- (gun clicks)
Ditch the pop gun.
You won't need it.
That's a good girl.
We have a problem.
JONES: I'm just saying take a
minute to think things through.
GROSSMITH: Shut up, Jones.
We're in this mess
cos your freak
wouldn't toe the line.
But you said
it was just a warning.
You didn't have to kill her.
It was a warning
to everyone else.
What did Miss Christopher do?
Go and dig the lady's grave
over by that tree.
The freak got greedy.
One payment wasn't enough.
She wanted more to keep quiet.
It was my fault. I should never
have asked her to help.
The prison guards'll
want to search you.
You'll need to hide these
in a place they won't look.
I wish
I'd never listened to you.
He could always dig two holes.
PHRYNE: Where's Foyle now?
On your knees, Miss Fisher.
What, Foyle double-crossed you?
He didn't pay up?
Where is he? You're going to
kill me anyhow,
why not tell me where he is?
On your knees, now.
- No!
- (gunshot)
Argh!
Drop it, Grossmith! Now!
You wouldn't shoot a fellow
copper, would you, Constable?
I'd shoot a crooked one.
Sam, I'm sorry. I...
JACK: Come on, Jones.
Will Mr Jones hang?
I wouldn't think so.
But it's fair to say you'll
be looking for a new boss.
(keys jangle)
JACK: Miss Parkes?
You're free to go.
Just like that?
Life turns on a pin, eh?
Take care of yourself.
Can't expect no one else to.
And there's someone else
who needs to say goodbye.
Headed back to the lock-up, Ma.
I never thought
I'd be pleased to hear that.
BUTLER: The inspector, miss.
- Did Grossmith talk?
- Foyle's dead.
The plan he cooked up relied on
the bodies not being claimed.
But when his mother
got the news,
she asked for him
to be cremated.
He would have been burned alive.
I'm afraid that means
you won't get your answers.
I already have the answer.
All this time and energy spent
trying to find out
what happened.
When I've known all along.
I was mesmerized by the show.
I didn't notice her go.
And when I did...
Janey? Jane?
...it was too late.
You were just a child.
It was my fault.
No. No, I can't agree.
I dismiss the charges.
You can't.
I lost her, Jack.
I lost her.
MAN: A bit of hush now,
ladies and gents.
Feel the spirit move.
Will she be there
or won't she, folks?
Can we bring her back
or have we lost her
to the great black beyond?