(woman screams)
- Silly girl. Have you gone mad?
- PHRYNE: Woohoo!
- Beware the demon drink.
- The evils of alcohol.
Beware the demon drink.
Hey! Frank!
- That was close, miss.
- I missed him by a mile.
- What a ruffian!
- I'll get you, Frank!
Queenscliff used to be
such a select summering spot
until all the day trippers
and the riffraff moved in.
Didn't you say Dot was off
for a week in Queenscliff?
With Miss Fisher, sir, yes.
I wish criminals
would take a holiday, sir,
so we could get
a bit of peace too.
Should know by now, Collins.
No-one has a quiet time
around Miss Fisher.
- What's this?
- A small fortune, Collins.
They've found
Bonito's lost treasure. Again.
Hm. You collect coins,
don't you, sir?
- Ever seen anything like this?
- Hard to tell from this.
But if I'd collected
a genuine Spanish doubloon,
I wouldn't be
sitting behind this desk.
(car horn)
Sorry, Mrs McNaster's not home
for company at the moment.
(laughs) What nonsense!
We're expected.
And we're not company.
We're old friends.
Perhaps you could ask Mrs
McNaster when she will be home.
Rightio.
Come back here
and fetch the baggage.
What are you doing
greeting visitors anyway?
Where are the Johnsons?
Oh, Prudence, I'm so sorry.
I tried to telephone you
but you'd already left.
My dear Hilly,
I thought we were expected.
What on earth's the matter?
Well, I have no staff.
My house is in an uproar.
Mr and Mrs Johnson
have taken a sudden
and most inconvenient
retirement.
- Retirement?
- And they've left me. Yes!
We could telephone Mr Butler
and have him come down.
And I'm very happy
to make myself useful.
- But the burglary too.
- Uh, Kip...
- What burglary?
- Sergeant...
Sergeant, why won't you
take my work for it?
You're not out back now,
Mr McNaster. We have rules.
That coin was handed in,
so unless you can prove
ownership...
How can I prove anything
if you won't let me see it?
SERGEANT:
I'm a very busy man, sir.
So in the absence
of any evidence of a break-in,
I'm afraid there's
very little else I can do.
Good day to you, sir.
- Gerald.
- Ah!
Mrs Stanley! Mother, I thought
you were going to telephone.
I'm afraid
we'd already departed.
Hilly, my dear, you need help.
On all fronts.
You do realize that
my niece is a private detective
of the utmost discretion
and capability?
- Indeed.
- Is she really?
Specializes in murders.
But I'm sure
she'd make do with a robbery.
I suppose
you'd better come in then.
I thought you'd never ask.
It's so lovely to see you again.
Good.
Here we are.
Perhaps we should leave
the champagne in the boot, Dot.
He rode a bicycle
to the top of the Andes.
Drove a T-model Ford
across India.
He's been attacked in jungles,
lost in deserts.
- Once he had to drink his own--
- That's enough, young man.
Mr McNaster's activities
are his own business.
More tea, thank you.
GERALD: Excuse my manners.
It's been a while
since my last drink.
I always keep the study locked.
- And the key with you?
- Yes.
And there's a spare one hidden
in a collar box in my bedroom.
I didn't even realize
my doubloon was missing
until I read
this morning's paper.
Then when I checked, I found
my entire coin box was gone.
A doubloon? A souvenir
of your London-to-Peru attempt?
Yes. The only one.
We were flooded in.
I had to abandon
the Oldsmobile--
At the foot of the Cordilleras.
Yes,
I remember reading about it.
Really? You have an interest
in exploration?
I've dabbled.
So the local police
think your doubloon
is part of the lost treasure
of Queenscliff?
Yes. It's ridiculous.
At least he has more imagination
than I gave him credit for.
You and the local sergeant
don't see eye to eye?
Baxter? He bears a grudge.
My mother's Temperance chapter
closed down
his uncle's hotel a year ago.
No mean feat to close down a
watering hole in a fishing town.
The Baxters
were asking for trouble.
Doing a roaring trade
every night after six.
Really, Hilly.
I can't believe you let
the Johnsons go without notice.
Since when do servants retire?
It's a vocation, not a job.
Where are those jade vases
I gave you?
They're in my bedroom, Prudence.
They suited my new curtains
beautifully.
Ah.
Have you considered
the theft might be linked
to the Johnsons'
sudden departure?
Well, I must admit some things
have been going missing lately.
Just small things.
But the Johnsons have been
devoted to us for years.
- Especially Mother.
- What kind of things?
Pieces of silverware,
some ornaments.
Nothing like this.
Well, you do have some
tempting collections.
Do you like rocks, Miss Fisher?
I found this on a beach
in the Gulf of Carpentaria.
It took thousands of years
to create
and you can hold it
in the palm of your hand.
- Anything else missing?
- Not that I've noticed.
Although I move things around
a bit when I'm cataloguing.
Sometimes I can lose track.
Yes. I can see that.
Clive and Moira Johnson?
Thieves?
One must never entirely trust
one's own staff, Hilly,
no matter how loyal
they may seem.
But why would they suddenly
start stealing from us
after all this time?
Perhaps they need money
for some reason?
Well, Mother knew them
better than I did.
HILLY: Clive and Moira
weren't extravagant
and they were
utterly respectable.
They introduced me
to the Temperance Union.
Oh, We have a thriving
local chapter here, darling.
You must come to a meeting.
I must confess, Hilly,
even I have my limits
when it comes to the tambourine.
Perhaps the Temperance Union
landed them
in some kind of trouble.
I'm sure not everyone in town
would agree with their views.
(kettle whistles)
Do you think
Mr McNaster would mind
if I had a look
in his library?
Why don't you help me
get the tea ready first?
- We'll need more sugar.
- Pantry?
It's up high.
I'll get it for you.
Thank you, Kip.
(dog whimpers)
What on earth is that?
(whimpering continues)
- Hello, boy!
- KIP: Gaston!
It's the Johnsons' dog.
Mrs J dotes
on this little mongrel.
- Shoo! Shoo!
- What are you doing here, boy?
They'd never
leave Gaston behind.
Whether they had
a reason to steal or not,
the police should still be
informed of their departure.
No. No, I can't believe it.
They took their leave
and they went to the ferry.
What robber would use
a getaway ferry?
And that Baxter
will be no help finding them.
He's delighted to have
my most valuable coin
in his Lost Property box.
What about your
inspector friend?
He's supposed to be
a servant of the people,
especially the right people.
Jack's supposed to be a servant
of the law.
Excuse me, I think you should
come and see something.
KIP: The Johnsons
wouldn't leave their dog.
- They're good people.
- How long have you known them?
The four years I've been here.
They gave me work
so I could look after my gran
and the other kids.
I could ask around and see
if anyone knows where he's been.
- Good idea. I'll go too.
- Excellent.
Come on, boy. Let's go.
Is that wise, miss?
Are you worried they'll stumble
across a robbers' lair,
or is it the twinkle
in Jane's eye that bothers you?
(sighs) The whole world
bothers me, miss.
You're sending her
to the Continent in a week.
It's an adventure, Dot,
a woman's right of passage,
not an ordeal.
Will you at least chaperone her
on the beach?
Just as soon as I place
this telephone call.
Jack, I'm in desperate need
of a numismatist.
And I'm the only one you know?
I need your help with
a fellow coin collector
who's just been robbed
of his doubloon.
Like the one that's just washed
up from Bonito's treasure?
Sadly it's not pirate bounty.
It was stolen from Prudence's
friends the McNasters.
Gerald McNaster?
He found a Spanish doubloon
in Peru, didn't he?
And his domestic staff
have mysteriously disappeared.
But the local police have
a grudge against the McNasters
and are refusing
to investigate the case.
I'm not sure
what I can do from here.
Gerald has no proof
the coin belongs to him.
We need some sort of
archival evidence.
An entry in a journal?
A note from the museum?
And I have nothing better to do
with my time.
Well, you might, but this
is definitely more fun.
JANE: What are they digging for?
They think that coin
that washed up
is part of
the lost loot of Lima.
Why would it be in Queenscliff?
A Spanish pirate ship tried
to sail from here 100 years ago.
But the British got them
and hung the captain.
But Bonito outsmarted them
and hid the treasure first.
Could be anywhere here. Buried
in the sand. Hidden in a cave.
Over there.
I believe there's something
curious much closer to home.
How awful! Do you think
the tide washed him up?
I don't think
the sea did this, Jane.
The water didn't come up
this far today.
Someone's covered him up
deliberately.
The police are on their way.
Thank you, Kip.
- I've seen him before, miss.
- So have I.
- That's Frank the Fish.
- The fishmonger!
- Do you know him, Mr...?
- I'm Finlay Ellis.
We both knew him. Wally and me.
Frank used to crew on my boat.
Had to lay him off a while back.
- A falling out?
- Couple of bad seasons.
Frank's had it rough since then.
It's the demon drink.
That's what's killed him.
BAXTER: Alright, folks, move
along. Nothing for you to see.
Constable,
get these people to stand back.
That's Mr Johnson's.
I'd know it anywhere.
Get that dog out of here.
And you too, madam.
This is a police matter now
so thank you very much.
It's also the scene of a crime
and you're trampling
all over it.
Sergeant Baxter, I presume.
Not now, thank you, madam.
And I'll decide
if this is a crime scene.
These gentlemen
knew the deceased.
Is that right?
Then I'm sure
that these gentlemen
will be only too happy
to remain here
and assist
with any identification
after I peruse the body.
Isn't that right,
Mr Ellis and Mr Stirling?
Happy to help, Sergeant.
The skinny one was seen chasing
him earlier this morning.
And somebody
covered up the body.
I will conduct the inquiry,
thank you, madam.
Now for the last time,
can you please just go home?
McNaster was right.
The man's a fool.
We definitely need someone
more competent.
A murder? I hope you didn't go
to any trouble on my account.
Well, I was tempted to do away
with the local sergeant,
who has proven himself
to be both incompetent
as well as unpleasant.
I'm glad you resisted.
Strangely enough, I had
my chance at the victim,
who threw himself in front
of my motor car this morning.
- But survived.
- Due to my excellent driving.
Only to be murdered on the
beach front by the afternoon.
A local fishmonger
with an interesting connection
to our suspected coin robbers,
Mr and Mrs Johnson.
So it's "our" robbers now?
If you leave now you could be
here in a couple of hours.
Some of us follow
the speed limit.
- If you insist. Two and a half.
- Three.
Oh, good afternoon, Dorothy!
You're just in time, Mr Butler.
There's been a murder.
Will that be one less
for dinner, then?
Well, no, actually. Inspector
Robinson is joining us too.
Ah, you must be Kip.
Dot's told me all about you.
- Can I take your bag, sir?
- Oh, I can manage my bag.
But this is for you.
It's not new.
It was mine when I started out
in service many years ago.
Thank you, Mr Butler.
Shall we?
PHRYNE: Jack. Shhhh! Jack!
- (Phryne sighs)
- (cork pops)
Jack, this is
a Temperance household.
The sound of a popping cork
could lead to my eviction.
More so than entertaining a man
in your private parlor?
A man? I thought you were
a police officer.
I'll try my best
to be less entertaining.
You should join
Hilly's Temperance Union.
Some of us are not here
on holiday.
It doesn't have to be
all work and no play.
Besides,
I'm not on holiday anymore.
I have a robbery, a body and two
missing servants on my plate.
I called into
the Queenscliff morgue.
The fishmonger's body's been
sent to Melbourne for autopsy
but Baxter's current view
is a drunken fall,
striking his head on the pier.
That man wouldn't know evidence
if he fell over it,
which he almost did. Luckily,
I salvaged the treasure.
I saved it for you.
You can have it sent
to Melbourne for analysis.
Pungent.
You could still make
the night train if we hurry.
What time should I have
Cec and Bert pick it up?
Don't tell me.
It just fell into your hands.
After it fell out of
a dead man's pocket.
- "My darling..."
- Glad I'm forgiven.
"On our golden anniversary..."
Has it been that long?
"From Mrs Johnson
to Mr Johnson."
Presumed to have run off
with stolen household items,
including the missing doubloon.
- Any forwarding address?
- They left for the ferry.
- That's the last anyone heard.
- Where's their quarters?
Already plundered.
The Temperance Union's
battle plan.
"Lips that touch liquor
shall never touch mine."
I preferred "my darling."
Two hotels closed
and many more to go.
No wonder Baxter's been
dragging his heels.
The Johnsons were bad
for business.
This town needs
all the business it can get.
Perhaps your view is clouded,
Sergeant,
because your family
were publicans.
I want to know
where the Johnsons were going
when they were last seen.
Friends, associates, enemies.
Start searching now.
That's an order.
And I want a proper report on
that dead body by the morning.
Yes, sir.
Very dashing, Kip.
So you think
there's some connection
between those terrible murders
and the departure
of the Johnsons?
What? How could they
have anything to do
with the poor fishmonger?
Ah, mere speculation
at this point, Miss Stanley.
The police are looking into
both matters.
Oh, I see.
- Strange about the watch.
- What watch?
Mrs McNaster, I was hoping
to speak with your son.
Do you know when he's available?
Oh, Gerald arrived home
ages ago. He's in the study.
- He's looking for the mold.
- Mold?
I reminded him he took a cast
of the Spanish doubloon.
You know, the coin
the police are hanging on to.
So that would be proof
of ownership.
Yes, but he seems
to have lost track of it.
JACK: I found the photograph
in the Geographic Annual.
Unfortunately I doubt
there's enough detail
to identify the doubloon.
But your mother said
that you made a mold?
Well, yes, I made plaster casts
of some of my collection
for the Larco Museum in Lima.
PHRYNE: Perhaps we could
help you look for them.
Don't worry, I've tried. But I'm
afraid I've disposed of them.
I've put out word in Melbourne
in case it turns up
on the black market,
but I understand
other coins went missing.
Yes, my entire collection.
Although nothing as rare
as that particular doubloon.
JACK: Did you notice anything
unusual on your return?
There was no supper laid out.
And the household staff
had gone.
Eventually Mother explained
that the Johnsons had left.
- She was terribly upset.
- And then?
I made some cocoa,
we played a few hands of cards.
I thought it may distract her
but it didn't seem to help.
Which reminds me.
I should see to Mother.
Excuse me.
Have you considered young Kip
in all of this?
He had the opportunity.
Jack, that boy can keep secrets
for about as long as
I can stand still.
Besides, what's his motive?
The same as anyone else.
The hope of an easier life.
Then how do you explain the
fisherman with the fob watch?
Perhaps he wasn't acting alone.
You said he knew the fishmonger.
(knocking)
This is for you, Inspector.
Thank you.
No head injury.
No sign of any injury.
Apart from a broken front tooth.
The trickle of blood.
Cause of death?
Still to be determined.
And awaiting results
on the stomach contents.
I think we need to take another
look at our crime scene.
The ferry leaves from here.
The coin was found
in the shallows,
but if the whole box
was dropped,
the coins could have
fallen through the cracks
and been washed in by the tide.
What does this stain
look like to you?
Blood? Fish, perhaps?
There are no scales.
Could have been here a while.
It poured with rain
the day before we arrived.
This has been here two days
at the most.
We need to find out
who moors here.
Special delivery.
Ah.
Inspector Robinson
in Queenscliff.
Good. I've been expecting this.
What's he doing in Queenscliff?
Having a holiday?
While the boss's away,
the workers play.
Not you, eh?
Not you, Collins. Our Dottie
wouldn't put up with that.
Bert, it's nine in the morning.
Never too early to fall off
the back of a truck.
Come on. Get out. Now. Come on.
A train! It was a train.
Fritz von Opel could use
that stuff for rocket fuel.
I should lock him up
for drunk and disorderly.
Could you? Just for a bit.
There seem to be quite a few
items of silver missing.
Oh, dear.
Well, make a list.
Mr Butler, I know a good servant
doesn't gossip
about his employer,
but what if
it was something fishy?
Something that
might have to do with
what Jane and me
found yesterday.
Jane and I.
It's about Mrs McNaster.
BUTLER: Look, there are times
when discretion needs
to give way to common sense.
It's about the dead bloke, miss.
Mrs McNaster used to
buy her fish from him.
But she used to pay him herself.
And one time I saw her give him
a couple of candle holders.
- Silver ones.
- Really?
I told Mrs J about it
and her and Mr J
went to talk to her
but Mrs McNaster
made a big fuss,
crying and carrying on.
When was this?
Not long before
the Johnsons went away.
I hope I've done
the right thing telling you.
You certainly have, Kip.
Thank you.
PRUDENCE: I can't believe it!
Hilly
in financial difficulties?
Surely she'd tell me.
Perhaps it's a matter of pride.
Perhaps the Johnsons
didn't retire after all
but she was forced
to let them go
because
she couldn't afford them.
We know she was bartering
for groceries.
- What?
- Paying in kind.
Silverware, missing vases.
She said they suited
her bedroom.
I checked, Aunt P.
They were my wedding present
to her.
Exchanged for produce?!
I suppose this means
you... you think that
Hilly killed the fishmonger.
- No, Aunt P.
- Oh, thank goodness.
But I do think
it's all somehow linked.
HILLY: Ah, Miss Fisher.
Has your handsome friend managed
to retrieve my son's coin?
My... Oh, the Inspector?
Uh, I'm not sure, Mrs McNaster.
Hilly, dear.
Gerald's expeditions
must have been very costly.
Well, of course.
But he's so well regarded
he's always picking up
grants and patrons and such.
I wondered, with
the household so diminished...
Really, Prudence,
that is none of your concern.
You would tell me
if you were in any sort of
straitened circumstances.
I don't know where
this is leading, Prudence.
Isn't your accommodation
satisfactory?
Isn't the catering
up to scratch?
I know I have had trouble
with my staff
but I will try harder
to meet with your approval.
Oh, you already have!
I've no complaints.
Oh. Well, good then.
Ladies, luncheon is served.
(sighs)
- You alright, Hilly?
- Mm.
- You sure?
- Yes.
- Any luck with the Johnsons?
- JACK: Not yet.
It seems they bought tickets for
the ferry but never caught it.
And Sergeant Baxter's giving us
the runaround as usual.
He says he's shipped
that coin off to Warrnambool
for authentication
at the Maritime Museum.
Would you like something to eat,
dear?
No, thank you, Mother.
I've lost my appetite.
Would you care to sit down
and eat, Inspector?
Thank you.
Thank you, Mr Butler.
Did you find out
about the next full tide?
Early morning. Very early.
What took you so long?
(sighs)
I was as quiet as a mouse.
A mouse who wears
French perfume.
I'll wear less next time.
- Is that the boat?
- Yes. They're tying up now.
Let's go find a mouse hole.
FINLAY: Come on, Wally.
Give us a hand, will you?
Hey, come on!
Get it up! Get it up!
Will you shut your yap?
You'll have half
of Queenscliff down here.
The dead fishmonger
crewed for the big fellow.
Wally, get the cart.
PHRYNE: And that's the one
I saw chasing him
the morning we arrived.
Going over.
I think we've seen all we need
to for now, don't you?
It's only right
that I escort you home.
If you insist.
(splash)
The analysis shows it's a lot
more potent than standard rum.
- So it is bootleg?
- Ah, yes, sir.
Grave potential
to cause alcoholic poisoning.
- (whispers) Back cell.
- Collins?
Yes, sir. I'll send it down
for you right away, sir.
Better still, come down and
bring those reports with you.
To Queenscliff, sir?
I need someone on the ground
I can rely on.
Hey. Hey, no, not so fast.
- Collins?
- No, we're not wearing that.
It was forced on us. We were
only there to do a job.
- What's going on, Collins?
- No, it's nothing, sir.
It's nothing.
I'll be on the next train down.
Thank you, sir. Goodbye.
The bloke said it was cheap
cos it came straight
from the brewery.
No middle man.
We didn't know it was bootleg.
- What bloke?
- It was some bloke.
He collected a cartload
from the guard's van.
Yesterday when we picked up
the parcel for Miss Fisher.
COLLINS: But this bottle was the
parcel. This isn't your grog.
This was found on a victim
in Queenscliff.
Same bottle.
Ooh. Same grog. Flint's Rum.
- Victim of what?
- We don't know yet.
He only died yesterday.
Madam.
Morning.
Oh! Oh, yes.
Yes, I'm sure it is.
I um... I can't seem to find
what I'm looking for.
Morning, everyone.
That is the dinner setting, Kip.
KIP: We don't have a full
service breakfast setting.
You're absolutely hopeless!
Take off that uniform.
Go back to the scullery.
You're not fit to be
in polite society.
He has improved, Hilly.
Calm yourself, please.
And the breakfast setting
is incomplete, Mrs McNaster.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I... I'm not myself
this morning.
PRUDENCE: I will go
and fetch Mrs McNaster,
bring her down,
back to breakfast again,
and all will be forgotten.
- Morning, Jack.
- Morning.
- DOT: I'll help with the tea.
- So will I.
That bottle
we sent to Melbourne...
Shh!
Ooh! So much for
the Temperance household.
According to Collins,
your friends Bert and Cec
witnessed a crateload
of those bottles
arriving in Melbourne
yesterday
on the Queenscliff train.
Now we need to find a link
between those bottles
and that clinking
midnight cargo.
Constable Collins is arriving
to help us with the enquiries
this morning.
I said we'd meet him
at the pier.
Good. Who knows what
we might reel in?
(all groan)
MAN: It's awful.
PHRYNE: Oh, dear.
I hope that's not
what I think it is.
Oh, my Lord,
it's Moira and Clive Johnson.
PHRYNE:
If these are our thieves,
they paid a terrible price.
I saw you arguing with them
and look at them now.
You've got something
to do with that.
- I'll take Ellis.
- I saw you with my own eyes.
- I did!
- Inspector Jack Robinson.
I'm keen to know about the cargo
you unloaded last night
from the Kennocha.
I was heading home
after our meeting
when I saw them out here.
It must have been after eight
because the ferry
was already heading out.
So Mr Ellis's fishing boat was
moored at the pier that night.
Yes. This side,
where I could see.
The boats were in,
the tide must have been up.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
I'm allowed to carry goods
and if I want to unload
at night,
that's my business, isn't it?
Alright, stand back.
Is the blood on the pier
your business as well, Mr Ellis,
next to where you moor
your boat?
There's blood
all over that pier.
It's a working port.
- Fish, bait, blood--
- And corpses.
What were you arguing about
with Mr and Mrs Johnson
the evening
that they disappeared?
They wanted a ride to Sorrento.
I said no.
- There's a ferry, isn't there?
- They'd just missed it.
They offered a decent fair
but I declined.
I had other plans.
Like a drink with the lads.
I suppose you were
drinking together
when the fishmonger
was killed as well.
What are you trying to say?
Those two were still alive
when I left the pier.
Ask any of my crew.
Ask my deckhand, Wally.
We may just do that, Mr Ellis.
In the meantime,
please don't leave Queenscliff.
ELLIS: I've got fish to catch
and a boat to pay for.
Morning, sir. Miss Fisher.
- Very timely, Collins.
- Certainly looks like it, sir.
PHRYNE:
I'll go break the bad news.
I should have stayed in my room.
PRUDENCE:
Here now, Hilly, calm yourself.
Two more dead bodies.
Isn't that a little excessive,
Phryne, even for you?
PHRYNE: I didn't put in
a request, Aunt Prudence.
Were any of Gerald's coins
found on the bodies?
- Apparently not.
- That's a relief.
BUTLER:
Hot, sweet tea will help.
DOT: Thank you, Mr Butler.
They gave it back to me.
They brought me in
and handed it over
as they should have done
three days ago.
At least something good
has happened.
This doubloon,
it's the only coin
that means anything to me,
Mother.
The rest, they don't matter.
Baxter didn't tell you
about the murders, then?
- Murders?
- Try to relax.
The Johnsons' bodies
have been dredged up.
Good Lord, that's hideous.
How... How did they die?
Laceration to the forearm
from a large-bladed implement
and a major rear
penetrative wound
through the victim's stomach
and liver.
That would do it.
And the wife?
Some superficial bruising
to the face and lips.
Cause of death, suffocation.
If the Johnsons found out
that Finlay Ellis and his crew
- were smuggling illegal rum...
- And confronted him.
...or threatened to expose him,
Ellis wouldn't have been happy.
But unhappy enough
to motivate a murder? Or two?
Or three. The fishmonger could
have been found out as well.
Local sales could be
the tip of the iceberg.
Ships sail past here every day
bound for America.
We need to prove
what Ellis has been up to.
Let's hope Collins
has found our middle man.
COLLINS: You have no other
records for parcel delivery?
No, that's the last seven days.
Everything loaded on here,
heading east or west.
Anything else
I can help you with?
No, that will be all for now.
Thank you, Mr Redwin.
Then I'm due on the 2:30.
Happy to assist, Constable.
That man was far too helpful.
Some people have no difficulty
cooperating with the police.
Dottie!
Uh, would you excuse me please,
sir?
Ah! Go on.
Look over here, Jack.
- Constable Collins is on duty.
- Then you can blame Dot.
You mean, that guard?
- The man I was questioning.
- About what?
Some boxes in Melbourne.
I need to tell Miss Fisher
something.
(clears throat)
Excuse me, Inspector. Miss.
Hugh said he was questioning
that guard
about some boxes
that ended up in Melbourne.
- Go on.
- When I came to meet Mr Butler
I saw that guard
signaling to another man
with a trolley
loading some boxes.
Description, Dot?
You know him, miss.
He was chasing that fella
you almost ran over
when we arrived in town
two days ago.
Wally Stirling.
Finlay Ellis's deckhand.
As I said, far too helpful.
I want a signed statement
from that guard, Collins.
Everything he knows
about Wally Stirling.
- Warn him we have a witness.
- Yes, sir.
I think it's time
to divide and conquer.
I'll see how Finlay Ellis
likes the idea
of his deckhand confessing to
a sideline in rail deliveries.
And I'll tell Wally Stirling
it was Ellis who turned him in.
That's not
what Finlay Ellis says.
He told the police
you were smuggling cheap rum
up to Melbourne on the train.
He could be trying to save
his own skin
but he implied Frank the
fishmonger knew about it too.
I don't know nothing about
no smuggling. Neither did Frank.
Then I wonder what
Frank's connection was
to those bodies
that were dredged up.
Frank had
nothing to do with that.
Then how did he come across
Mr Johnson's fob watch?
I heard the police found it
in his pocket.
The problem is Finlay Ellis was
seen arguing with those people
and now they're dead.
I don't know anything
about that.
The police think
they were murdered
because they found out
about a smuggling racket.
And Finlay Ellis told them
it was all your idea.
No. No, that argument had
nothing to do with smuggling.
From what I heard,
they missed the ferry,
asked for a trip to Sorrento
and he wouldn't take them.
Now you tell me, why would he
kill them over that?
I don't know.
Perhaps you should
ask Mr Ellis yourself.
(sighs) This is taking a while.
Do you think we set a big enough
cat amidst the pigeons?
Depending on the pigeons.
ELLIS: Oi!
Wally! What the hell's been
going on? You stupid bastard!
You've been helping yourself
to the merchandise.
So I passed Frank a few cases.
So what?
I didn't know he was gonna
flog them in town.
FINLAY: You brought the coppers
down on us!
It's not my fault.
I tried to fix things.
- By killing Frank?
- Someone put the wind up him.
He was going to Baxter
to reveal the operation.
I had to shut him up, alright?
To protect you.
To protect your own backside,
you mean.
Come on! Come on!
COLLINS: Stop! Police!
Yeah?
I suggest
that you put that down!
Put down the knife, Ellis.
Don't try to get up.
I don't want to ruin my heels.
I'm arresting you
for the murder of Frank McKay,
also known as Frank the Fish.
And you're being held
under suspicion.
I didn't kill Frank.
Let me clarify.
Suspicion of murdering
Clive and Moira Johnson.
- I didn't kill anyone.
- Move.
PHRYNE: There are numerous
witnesses to your argument.
And it was clearly about
more than just a ferry ride.
Half the town hates them,
with their protests
and their preaching.
But what they were
going on about made no sense.
What were they going on about?
They were blaming me for
Mrs McNaster being in a bad way.
Said it was my fault for
supplying her with the drink.
You didn't know it was
Frank's sideline, did you?
He let you down.
Just like Wally Stirling did.
Frank was a fool.
But he didn't deserve
to die like that.
Like what?
Dead drunk from illicit rum?
Or do you mean
choking on a bottle
that was shoved so far down
his throat it broke his teeth?
Wally did it.
He must have killed
the Johnsons too.
- Go on.
- He heard me arguing with them
and he knew
it would all come out.
He was the last one
to leave the boat.
- He must have stayed behind.
- On the pier?
That's where we found them when
we came back in the morning.
Frank and me.
Both of them.
They were already dead.
And Frank helped you
get rid of the bodies.
We carried them up to the end
where we knew the tide
would take them out.
So if Wally Stirling
killed the Johnsons,
where did you get that knife?
The one we saw you
throw into the water.
I found that on the pier.
Same time we found the bodies.
Constable.
Take Mr Ellis down to the cells,
thank you.
Considering we have
no weapon and no witnesses,
it's his word
against Wally Stirling's.
BAXTER: Ellis is guilty.
Let's face it.
What kind of fool
would clean up after a murder
they had no part in?
That's the first sensible thing
I've heard you say.
Pity if you're wrong.
By the way, Inspector,
somewhere here,
I have a telegram
that came for you from
the Melbourne Museum, I believe.
Ah. Looks like a response
to our coin enquiries.
A doubloon, minted in 1798,
went missing from their display
three years ago.
- That doesn't help us at all.
- No.
Different doubloon.
McNaster's was minted in 1790.
Hilly.
Oh. Hilly.
I...
My God!
Help! Somebody!
Come quickly! Help! It's Hilly!
Oh, dear. Hilly.
- (Hilly groans)
- Hilly?
You're alright. Come on.
- We'll get you out of the bath.
- (Hilly groans)
- HILLY: No!
- There we go.
HILLY: I don't want to.
- PHRYNE: One arm...
- Get back!
- What's going on?
- Get back. You can't come in.
- What's going on in there?
- Please. Get out.
(groans)
There we go. It's alright now.
Get her into bed.
Get her a nightie.
I think they're in that drawer.
I thought she'd drowned!
She almost did. In rum.
(slurring) It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
What on earth's going on here?
Get Mr Butler to bring up
some coffee. Preferably strong.
It was medicinal at first
and then I just needed it.
I couldn't have you knowing,
Gerald.
So you bought it cheaply
from the fishmonger.
At first I was paying
out of the housekeeping money.
And then... Gerald likes
to account for every penny.
GERALD: Mother...
So that's where the ornaments
and the silverware were going.
Well, the fishmonger said
he'd tell everybody
what a hypocrite I am.
I had to pay him
as best I could.
And the Johnsons?
HILLY: Well,
they found out about it.
They tried to help me. They did.
And then I lapsed
once too often.
And they just resigned.
And you insisted on the dignity
of at least paying them.
With Gerald's coins.
HILLY: Well, I couldn't
let them go with nothing
after all those years
of service.
And they'd been so good to me.
I had no idea, the money,
the corner you were in.
So the night the Johnsons left,
you'd been drinking.
GERALD: That's what
was wrong with you.
You should have told me.
I'm sorry, Gerald.
It just got out of hand.
And I remember
sitting down to bridge.
And then it's all a blur.
The cards and the cocoa...
I just can't remember any of it.
PHRYNE: Kip, on the night
the Johnsons left,
Gerald made cocoa
for his mother.
- What time was that?
- Cocoa, miss?
I don't understand.
He said he made a cup
for his mother.
Uh... I don't reckon so.
See, of an evening
I'm meant to go home
but there's no room
at my gran's
so the Johnsons let me sleep
in the pantry.
And I would have known
if anyone was at the stove.
Dot, do you suppose Hugh
brought along his bathing suit?
I can ask, miss.
Found it!
PHRYNE: What a feat, Hugh!
Worthy of a bronze medallion.
Well done, Collins.
You were under for ages.
I thought you'd drowned.
So we've got a dagger.
Mm. Looks like
a collector's piece.
Queenscliff Police Station.
Jack, the dagger
belongs to Gerald.
So how did it get to the pier?
I'm not sure
he's being truthful.
He lied about making his mother
cocoa the night of the theft.
- Why would he do that?
- He was doing something else?
Chasing up his missing doubloon,
for example.
Or doubloons, plural.
Do you have that telegram handy?
Uh... yes.
What year was
the museum's doubloon minted?
1798.
Miss Fisher? Miss Fisher!
Nothing does get past you,
does it?
You already had a doubloon.
- Why steal the museum's one?
- They deserved it.
They refused to fund me
because I couldn't promise
to bring back
more precious curios
for their glass cabinets.
As if that was ever the aim
of true adventuring.
What about the Johnsons?
You took their lives
for a box of coins.
Those coins were mine!
If only she'd told me
instead of giving away
the greatest find of my career.
- The Johnsons were people.
- I could not hesitate.
You hesitate out there,
you're finished.
All he had to do
was hand them over.
But he wouldn't.
I held her down.
And when the museum's doubloon
was dug up in the sand?
Instead of reading about
your murders,
all you read about was treasure.
It was my reprieve.
That's all I need, Miss Fisher.
- One last reprieve.
- JACK: Miss Fisher!
Thank you, Jack.
I don't think
there will be any need for that.
- More tea, madam?
- Oh, no, thank you.
- The motor car is packed, miss.
- Thank you, Mr Butler.
The Inspector had to leave?
He's gone back to Melbourne
to return the illicit doubloon
to the museum.
I must confess to some relief.
I don't think I could face him
after the arrest of my son.
Oh, Prudence.
I was never good enough
for Warleigh Grammar
and this just proves it.
- What nonsense.
- No, it's true.
For this to happen with my son.
And now you know
the worst about me,
let alone poor Gerald.
Hilly, do you remember
those hours spent over Virgil?
Omnia vincit amor.
Love conquers all.
I'm going to stay on here
a few days.
And we'll face society together.
- Thank you.
- Oh, darling.
What a shame.
Gerald achieved extraordinary
things in his lifetime.
He was a true adventurer.
Pity his last great adventure
will be jail.
So tell me, Jack.
Where did you collect
your coins?
Amongst the ruins
of ancient Greece
or deep in the jungles
of Patagonia?
I inherited my collection
from Uncle Ted
and sold it at the age of 12
so I could buy my first bicycle.
- Now that's an adventure.
- It was. It was.
I rode further
than I'd ever ridden before.
Through the uncharted wilds
of North Richmond.
Where even Captain Flint
didn't dare to tread.
And the pirate girls of
Collingwood ruled the waves.
To pirates, adventurers,
and boys on bicycles.
♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪
♪ With rum, by gum,
with rum, by gum ♪
♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪
♪ With rum, by gum,
with rum, by gum ♪
♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪
♪ The song
of the Temperance Union ♪
♪ We don't step on grapes
because that's making wine ♪
♪ And one little stomp
turns a man into a swine ♪
♪ Oh, can you imagine
a sadder defeat ♪
♪ Than a man getting wasted
by licking his feet? ♪
♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪
♪ With rum, by gum,
with rum, by gum ♪
♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪
♪ The song
of the Temperance Union ♪
♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪
♪ With rum, by gum,
with rum, by gum ♪
♪ Away, away with rum, by gum ♪
♪ The song
of the Temperance Union ♪