♪ On the first day of Christmas
my true love sent to me ♪
♪ A partridge in a pear tree ♪
♪ On the second day
of Christmas ♪
♪ My true love sent to me ♪
♪ Two turtle doves and
a partridge in a pear tree ♪
♪ On the third day of Christmas
my true love sent to me ♪
♪ Three French hens,
two turtle doves ♪
♪ And a partridge
in a pear tree ♪
♪ On the fourth day
of Christmas
♪ My true love sent to me ♪
♪ Four calling birds,
three French hens ♪
♪ Two turtle doves and
a partridge in a pear tree ♪
♪ On the fifth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me ♪
♪ Five gold rings ♪
♪ Four calling birds,
three French hens ♪
♪ Two turtle doves and
a partridge in a pear tree ♪
♪ On the sixth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me ♪
♪ Six geese a-laying,
five gold rings ♪
♪ Four calling birds,
three French hens ♪
♪ Two turtle doves and
a partridge in a pear tree ♪
Mac's a marvel on skis,
aren't you, Mac?
I must be if you're impressed.
She was once clocked going
downhill at 30 miles an hour.
- Ha! Thirty?!
- You should try it.
My own pace will be
quite hectic enough, thank you.
What with organizing
Christmas in July
and finalizing
the sale of the mine...
Nicholas assures me
he's got all the paperwork
but these things
can be complicated.
Nicholas Mortimer was
Uncle Edward's business partner.
- Junior.
- Naturally.
What about you, Dot?
Fancy a lesson?
Yes but... where are the brakes?
Why on earth
would you want to stop?
But meanwhile,
the alps are calling!
(yodeling)
Here we are.
My word, it is cold!
Yoo-hoo!
We've arrived!
It's awfully quiet.
There's usually someone here
to greet the guests.
- Ah! Nicholas!
- Prudence, I'm so sorry.
Have you been here long?
This is my niece,
Miss Phryne Fisher.
- How do you do?
- Phryne, Nicholas Mortimer.
Part owner of the Stanley mine.
And this is
my friend Dr MacMillan
and my companion,
Miss Dorothy Williams.
Yes, yes, welcome. I'm afraid
you'll have to forgive us.
We're... We're rather in shock.
Oh?
Len Fowler passed away
this morning.
Putting up the Christmas tree.
Keeled over.
Fell down the ladder.
Dear Lord!
I'm so terribly sorry!
Our condolences.
We're assuming a heart attack
but we can't get the doctor up
until tomorrow so...
we put his body
in the cool store.
Poor Len. How undignified.
MAN: Mrs Stanley!
Oh, Chester!
How is poor Birdie?
Shattered. She thought
Len was fighting fit.
We all did.
Phryne,
you've already met Chester.
Of course. You used to manage
the mine for Uncle Edward.
Yes, before we had to
shut things down.
My friend Dr MacMillan
is a physician.
Perhaps she could examine
Mr Fowler for you.
It might comfort Mrs Fowler
to know how he died.
Yes, yes, of course.
I must go to her at once.
- She's in her room.
- Thank you.
It's difficult
to determine cause of death
without a full dissection.
Might not go down well
with Len's wife.
Let's start with
the extremities.
Holes in the soles
of his slippers.
- Burn holes.
- And a scorched finger.
Either Len Fowler was
struck by lightning indoors
or he was electrocuted.
This is a holiday.
Must you find murder everywhere?
Mac. You know very well,
murder finds me.
Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas. Quentin Lynch,
Mr Mortimer's secretary.
- Miss Fisher.
- No. No, I'm Dorothy.
Oh.
We're so sorry about Mr Fowler.
These seem
rather inappropriate now.
- Here.
- Thank you.
Oh, uh... Hello.
- You must be Miss Fisher.
- I am.
- Quentin Lynch. How do you do.
- Pleased to meet you.
These are very pretty lights.
Little pears.
Yes, Vera Mortimer
brought those back from Paris.
There seems to be one missing.
Oh.
Perhaps it came out somewhere.
- Ah. Found it.
- NICHOLAS: Quentin.
Have you cleaned the guns
for tomorrow's game shooting?
Not yet, Mr Mortimer.
I'll do that now.
Good man. You'll find the key
on my desk in the room.
Yes, sir.
I hope you don't mind... Chester
has put your car in the garage.
- How thoughtful.
- And your luggage in your room.
Thank you.
Surprise, monsieur!
Miss Jane! Goodness!
We weren't expecting you
for days.
C'est moi!
My ship left Marseilles early.
She telephoned us
to pick her up.
Oh, Jane,
the others have gone away.
They're celebrating Christmas
in July in the mountains.
So much for my surprise.
We'd drive you up there but the
cab, she won't take those rides.
Look on the bright side. You
won't have to see your aunty.
All's not lost. We can have
our own Christmas in July.
Lovely, isn't it.
Mine had seven little swans,
just like the carol.
Mrs Fowler must have laid out
the rooms just before Len...
Len Fowler's death
wasn't all it seems, Dot.
While I have a chat to his wife,
why don't you explore.
See if anything
strikes you as odd.
That won't be very hard, miss.
I gave Birdie Fowler a tonic
to help her sleep.
You didn't happen to ask her
if she knew
who might want to
electrocute her husband?
I'll leave that
delicate enquiry to you.
She'll be knocked out
for a good few hours, though.
Never mind. I have other avenues
to investigate in the meantime.
- Oh, Quentin.
- Enigmatic, isn't she?
Hello again.
Like the Mona Lisa.
William Wordsworth.
The most romantic of poets.
"She was a phantom of delight
when first she gleamed
upon my sight."
"Her eyes as stars
of twilight fair."
"Like twilight too,
her dusky hair."
Very nice.
Well, um...
(phone rings)
Dottie! I thought you were
up in the mountains.
What? In the cool room? Have
the local police been called?
No-one seems to think
it's a problem.
Except for Miss Fisher,
of course,
who thinks it's a murder.
Murder?
Miss Fisher's always right.
Except when she's wrong.
Like when she breaks the law and
someone more important is right.
Oh, Hugh, there's something
about this place that scares me.
Anyway, we arrived safely, Hugh,
so goodbye for now.
Hello there.
- Happy Christmas in July.
- Christmas isn't happy.
Any time of the year.
What was that all about?
Miss Fisher's gone on holiday
again, sir.
Oh. Anyone dead yet?
Only one so far, sir.
(creaking)
Nicholas.
Hello there.
Perhaps you could recommend
some reading material.
I wonder if you might like this.
Wordsworth? It's a little
too florid for my tastes.
Yes, mine also,
but my wife Vera adores him.
The artwork
not to your taste either?
That's a photograph
of the miners.
I took it down because
it upset Vera when we arrived.
These are the poor fellows
who died
in the Christmas Eve
cave-in of 1919.
Len Fowler took the photograph,
actually.
Just before he sent them down
for their last shift.
He was our foreman.
Aunt Prudence never
told me much about it.
That's Ernie Heppenstall,
the union rep.
He was Quentin's uncle.
And beside him Mitch Darcy,
mine engineer.
He was Vera's first husband.
Don't touch that.
Miss Fisher, meet my daughter,
Isobel.
Step-daughter.
Hello.
Is your mother back from her
walk, Isobel?
I wouldn't tell you if she was.
I'm sorry. This trip has rather
stirred things up for everybody.
I'm sure Len Fowler's death
can't have helped.
Hm.
- I thought you'd gone hunting.
- Vera, darling.
This is Prudence's niece,
Miss Phryne Fisher.
Miss Fisher. I was
looking forward to meeting you.
How awful the circumstances
are so tragic.
None of us could foresee that.
I hope you'll join us
for pre-dinner drinks.
- Nicholas and I.
- Yes.
Wonderful.
So do you think we'll be
leaving early now, Doctor?
Not a hope in Hades.
- Dr MacMillan. Vera.
- A pleasure.
I hear you're a keen langlaufer.
I am.
I'm afraid the weather
may not cooperate.
Yes, they're about to close the
road. The storm's here to stay.
I suspect we'll be
snowed in by tomorrow.
- Snowed in?
- It happens from time to time.
But we have plenty of supplies.
And one another for company.
PRUDENCE: Birdie!
Everyone, Mrs Len Fowler.
I've brought stockings.
It's Christmas in July Eve,
after all.
Dear Birdie,
are you sure you should be up?
I will not lie staring at
four walls. I have to keep busy.
Chester, will you fix the hole
in the hen house tonight?
I saw another fox this morning.
Very beautiful.
- Who's Laurie?
- Len always hung a stocking
for poor Laurie.
He was a little boy.
- The mine's youngest victim.
- A child died that day?
He begged his father
to let him go with him
for a Christmas treat.
I can assure you, if Edward
had known that he was there
- he would not have allowed it.
- Neither would I.
Did nobody else
survive the cave-in?
PRUDENCE: Please, Phryne.
It's why Nicholas and I wish
to sell the land and the mine.
To erase those
dreadful memories.
Erase the memories?
As if Isobel and I
could ever forget Mitch.
Oh, of course not. I'm so sorry.
If you didn't want to forget
Dad, why did you marry Nicholas?
Isobel, he's a good man.
VERA: Excuse me.
I hope you're satisfied, Phryne,
with all your questions.
Aunt P!
I wish to sign the paperwork
with Nicholas and Chester
first thing in the morning.
And leave these poor people
to their grief.
(phone rings)
Tu vois? C'était bénéfique
m'envoyer tout ça,
n'est-ce pas?
Let's send you to Istanbul next.
I need to brush up
on my Turkish.
I'm so sorry
you're there all alone.
It's alright. Bert and Cec
are keeping me entertained.
Just a minute.
Hello, miss?
I need you to go to Aunt P's
house and find some documents.
Wait up. I'll write it down.
Anything relating to the cave-in
at the Mount Alexandra Mine.
In particular,
look for any references
to Ernie Heppenstall,
Len Fowler or Mitch Darcy.
(woman screams)
Miss Fisher?
She hung up.
- My goodness!
- PHRYNE: She's gone.
PRUDENCE: Vera!
I saw Nicholas Mortimer
with this book.
Quentin Lynch was reading it
too. He quoted from it.
- This sculpture, it's...
- It's Rodin's The Kiss.
In this case, the kiss of death.
(knocking)
I'll go. You tell the others.
(knocking continues)
- Jack.
- Miss Fisher.
- Nice of you to drop by.
- HUGH: Dot called.
- May we come in?
- Of course!
They closed the road behind us.
So we may be here
longer than we'd planned.
Vera Mortimer.
So how does a sculpture
just fall off a shelf?
It didn't.
Fishing line was threaded
through a hole
in the cover of this book
and then tied to the sculpture.
So once she took the book
off the shelf
it brought the sculpture
down with it
and inflicted a fatal blow
to her head.
I don't understand it. I was
doing some paperwork in my room.
How could this happen?
Vera!
God almighty.
You did it, didn't you?
What?
You killed her, you bastard!
How dare you?! What the hell
are you talking about?!
You can't be trusted!
Stop.
Maybe you should go and check
on your daughter, Mr Mortimer.
- Outrageous.
- Detective Inspector Robinson.
Why did you accuse Nicholas
Mortimer of murdering his wife?
He is not the benevolent man
he pretends to be, Inspector.
And where were you when
everyone else was in the parlor?
I was tired.
I fell asleep in my room.
Why would I want to kill Vera?
I...
You what? Hm?
How well did you know
Vera Mortimer?
Vera and Quentin were lovers.
This was
in the back of the book.
"My phantom of delight,
my soul cries
this wretched night."
"Leave him without further ado,
or with broken heart,
I must leave you."
Mr Wordsworth seems
suddenly restrained.
So Vera Mortimer
was lured to her death
with this love poem.
Both Nicholas and Quentin knew
it was in the Wordsworth book.
So either one of them
could have set up the trip wire.
Nicholas may have found the poem
and murdered Vera for revenge.
And Quentin murdered her
because of thwarted love.
That would do it. Especially if
it's been thwarted long enough.
(thunder)
The fuse box is in the basement
but there's no point.
Weather like this,
the whole grid goes down.
I can see to the generator
in the morning.
But for now I suggest
everyone retire early to bed.
I don't want anyone
taking chances.
So lock your door.
But Jack... If I lock my door,
nobody could get in.
It's too great a risk,
Miss Fisher.
Lock it tight. Good night.
(chickens cluck
and roosters crow)
What is it?
What is all the palaver?
(screams)
Nicholas Mortimer.
Gun didn't leave
much of his face.
I recognize the shoes.
Collins, go inside and take
a statement from Mrs Fowler.
- And check on the other guests.
- Yes, sir.
Saint Etienne revolver.
An 1873 Chamelot-Delvigne.
Nicholas was going shooting
this morning.
Quentin Lynch had the key
to the gun cabinet.
Quentin's scarpered. His room's
empty and his things are gone.
The gun came from here.
At least
the generator's working.
You're here. So why have
your skis gone missing?
Quentin.
I'll bypass the local bloke
and call the Jamieson police.
The police will be able
to send back-up.
Jack.
Dear God!
The car engines are frozen over
so he can't have escaped
by road.
We believe he escaped on skis.
He could be halfway down
the mountain.
I'm an experienced langlaufer.
Let me go and alert the police.
I think I should go.
I don't want anyone
in harm's way.
The conditions
are treacherous out there.
At least with Quentin gone,
nobody else is in danger.
And when the ice has thawed
we can widen our search.
We should try to stay busy.
I'll put carols on.
It'll distract us.
- Izzie, do you want to help?
- Are you insane?
How can you celebrate?
Three people have died.
Including my mother.
And my rotten step-dad.
- Miss Mortimer.
- It's Miss Darcy.
I'm going to my room.
♪ On the first day of Christmas
my true love sent to me ♪
♪ A partridge
in a pear tree ♪
- Turn that off.
- Mrs Stanley. I'm sorry.
Phryne, where did you put
my briefcase?
I need that paperwork signed.
I believe it ended up
in my room, Aunt P.
Well, what use is it there?
- Aunt Prudence, what's wrong?
- I loathe that song.
Why did you bite
poor Birdie's head off?
Because I've heard it
more times than I care to.
- It haunts me.
- Just... stop.
For a moment.
How does it haunt you?
It was that
dreadful Christmas Eve.
Edward and I were staying here
at the chalet.
(muffled male singing)
Edward.
They're singing again.
I swear it.
They're down there, singing
The Twelve Days of Christmas.
Listen.
I heard them, Edward.
They're alive. I know it.
Come on. Come back to bed.
I'm sure it was my mind
playing tricks.
But...
Tell me.
I'm perfectly alright.
Thank you.
No need for that.
How can you?
When there are people
laying dead
all over and under the house.
- Isobel.
- Someone has to pay the price.
For all of it.
Isobel. You're in shock.
Come here.
BIRDIE: Isobel, I didn't
give it to you to cause trouble.
- He's dead. He's been punished.
- ISOBEL: Others haven't been.
What exactly did you mean,
"Others haven't been punished?"
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Isobel, Constable Collins
and Miss Williams
heard you say those exact words.
And do you believe
the kind of people
that lurk behind doors
to listen in?
Isobel, please.
We're trying to prevent
more murders.
It's too late
to prevent my mother's.
No! You're all
as greedy as each other.
Leave me alone.
Isobel.
Look at all this money.
Isobel tried to hide it.
What's that?
"Five gold rings."
I found one similar
beside my bed.
(birdcall)
Wha--?
(birdcall)
(screams)
Prudence? Prudence!
Oh, God. OK.
I've got you.
Somebody pushed me.
I thought I'd surely drown.
Luckily I learned how to
hold my breath as a little girl.
By sheer good fortune
I kicked over a milk pail
and that's when Dr MacMillan
came and helped me.
Thank God you're alright,
Aunt P.
(cries) Oh, Phryne!
I was out there checking
on the conditions
when I heard the clatter.
I thought I made it clear
everyone should remain inside.
I'm a doctor. I save lives.
I can't do nothing.
You didn't see the culprit,
did you?
He made himself scarce
before I arrived.
No sign of anyone, sir,
but I found this.
Quentin was wearing that.
He's still here.
Why in God's name
does he want me dead?
What have I ever done
to the wretched fellow?
You own the mine
where his uncle died.
Why now? A decade later?
It doesn't make sense.
Mrs Stanley.
Uh... my powders.
In the side pocket.
Aunt Prudence,
where did you get this?
I found it on my pillow
when we arrived.
We need to secure this place.
I think I've just worked out how
all these murders fit together.
PHRYNE: Jack.
Jack. It's
The Twelve Days of Christmas.
A partridge in a pear tree.
Len Fowler was found
electrocuted under a tree
that was hung
with pear-shaped lights.
Those lights
had been tampered with.
Then I found these
in Nicholas and Vera's room.
"Two turtle doves"
implies lovers.
Vera was killed
with a book of love poetry
and a statue named The Kiss.
"Three French hens."
There were three hens
in the hen house
where Nicholas was shot
with a French revolver.
And "four calling birds"?
Aunt Prudence heard
what she thought
was an injured bird
call four times
and then she was forced
face-down into a bird bath.
So each victim
receives an unsigned card
and then they receive
an untimely death.
- So he must be targeting...
- Everyone.
I received
"Nine ladies dancing".
- And what about Dottie?
- "Seven swans."
This gathering
was arranged weeks ago.
Our killer knew that there were
going to be ten guests and staff
staying at the chalet.
But there are twelve days.
The two police officers at
Jamieson couldn't get through.
Not even a criminal mastermind
could control the weather.
Luckily you two arrived
to make up the numbers.
You didn't find cards
in your rooms?
No.
Collins, check your coat.
"Twelve drummers drumming."
Nothing.
Jack.
"Ten lords a-leaping."
I've got "eleven pipers piping."
I've "eight maids a-milking."
He's going after us all
one by one.
We're sitting ducks!
I tried to warn you all,
now it's too late.
- It's not too late.
- The house is secured.
Just calm down.
But if he's killing us off
one by one, I'm leaving.
- We must all leave.
- The roads are frozen.
- So are the motorcars.
- I'll hike.
JACK: And risk being murdered?
Quentin may have arranged
to see neat numbers for now
but I'm sure if he saw you
he wouldn't hesitate
to kill out of sequence.
We need to stay inside.
Especially Mrs Stanley. No doubt
he wants to finish the job.
- To kill me?
- Yes.
Well, supposing he gets inside.
He won't. The chalet's been
completely secured.
Everyone's inside and the doors
and windows are locked.
Not everyone. Mac's missing.
So is my pistol.
Mac's an experienced
outdoorswoman, Jack.
She's only trying to help.
And risking our lives
in the process. It's lunacy.
Jack!
Mac!
Oh, God.
Drink this. Have a drink.
I'll live.
I'm afraid I lost your revolver.
"Six geese a-laying."
What happened?
I thought I'd go cross-country
to Jamieson.
I saw a sign. And then someone
hit me from behind.
Miss Fisher?
Miss Fisher.
Looks like fresh timber.
Couldn't be more than
a couple of weeks old.
I thought the mine was closed
ten years ago.
It was.
JACK: Someone's been
down there recently.
Who could it have been?
CHESTER: Must have been Quentin.
Why would Quentin
reopen the mine?
I have no idea.
Why would he suddenly start
killing people
to the theme of
The Twelve Days of Christmas?
What can you tell me
about the cave-in?
I've never forgiven myself
for not trusting my own opinion.
I didn't want the men
to keep drilling.
But we were getting close
to a new seam of gold.
And I was issued with a report
that said the mine was safe.
But it wasn't.
No.
I stay inside
when it gets cold like this.
I get terrible chilblains.
Would Len have reopened
the mine shaft?
Or Nicholas?
Why are we talking
about a mine shaft?
Shouldn't you be out there
trying to find Quentin
before he kills us all?
Sorry.
With my Len gone
and this madman on the loose
I can't think straight.
Why don't you ask Chester
about the mine shaft?
The Inspector's with him now.
- What did you give Isobel?
- Nothing.
I should go to her.
Poor thing. She's lost
her mother and her step--
Birdie, did you give Isobel
that money?
About six months ago.
Nicholas paid Len and I to...
...to dig some new tunnels.
To get to the gold seam
another way.
Go on.
Well, last week...
we came across what was left
of Mitch and Ernie Heppenstall
and those other poor blokes.
Along with a letter in a tin.
JACK:
"We are trapped down here."
"Ernie tried to warn the boss
the wall was unstable
but he refused to listen."
"We've hauled young Laurie
up to the top in the basket
to send word
that we're still alive."
"And we're keeping
our spirits up
by singing little Isobel's
favorite Christmas song."
Did Laurie ever deliver
his message?
All we heard was he'd died.
Nothing about
the rest of them being alive.
BIRDIE: Later that night
there was a second collapse.
It sounded like
an explosion to me.
Len noticed
some gelignite was missing.
Are you suggesting
those men were murdered?
(thunder)
Did either of you
ever inform my uncle?
No.
Len wasn't sure
who was responsible.
He was scared of losing his job.
I'm not proud of what we did.
But we've been doing it tough.
Len threatened to tell Mrs
Stanley we'd found the gold seam
if Nicholas didn't let us
take half for ourselves.
Isobel tried to blackmail him
about the past with a letter.
That £200.
Nicholas gave it to you.
Mother and I
deserved that money.
Father died down there that day
when he could have been saved.
Mitch Darcy and the other men
lived through the first cave-in.
You did hear singing.
(sighs)
I thought
I was imagining things.
The first collapse
trapped the miners.
But it was the second one,
perhaps deliberate,
which killed them
and guaranteed their silence.
Did Uncle Edward ever mention
young Laurie
delivering a message?
No. He certainly did not.
Edward might have had to
rely on others
to judge the condition
in the mine.
But if the boy
had said something to him,
he would have told me.
Your uncle
was a fine and decent man.
I'm sorry, Aunt P.
I know you adored him.
But the mine was struggling
and Uncle Edward had to
keep things to schedule.
Maybe he became desperate.
(woman screams)
Miss! Miss!
It's Birdie!
I just found her.
"Eight maids a-milking."
Birdie! No!
The cocoa was poisoned.
He's inside the house.
- Inside? We must get out!
- Miss, we have to go.
No, if we leave now
we'll perish from exposure.
Collins,
get a gun from the cabinet.
Search the reading room
from top to bottom.
Once you know it's safe,
get everybody inside
and lock the door.
And find Chester.
How the hell did he get inside?
Or...
(muffled male singing)
Jack, the shafts. The tunnels
must run under the house.
It's the only way Aunt Prudence
could have heard the singing.
Aunt Prudence heard the singing
in the kitchen by the fire.
Somewhere just the other side
of this wall.
Somewhere here.
Feel this.
It's icy.
That's why the room's so cold.
You should be in the reading
room with the others.
It's not much more
than a ventilation shaft
but it must be how Quentin's
getting into the house.
There are other
sets of keys around.
Nicholas could have easily given
Quentin access to them.
This one should unlock
the hatch.
Jack.
Look at Nicholas' shoes.
Blood.
Eugh.
The toes have been cut off.
To fit into Nicholas's shoes.
This isn't Nicholas at all.
It's Quentin Lynch.
So Nicholas is still alive.
And Quentin has been framed for
the murders he didn't commit.
Go and stay with the others.
And let Constable Collins know
we're going into the tunnel.
Hip flask?
Refreshments.
Stay close.
Is that an order, Inspector,
or are you just scared?
Only of you.
It's the new gold seam!
Miss Fisher? Come back.
It's a dead end.
Could be a tr--
Jack!
You won't get away with this,
Nicholas.
I believe I already have.
- I'm dead after all, aren't I?
- Why did you decide to kill us?
- The gold belongs to me.
- And you're prepared to murder
twelve more people to keep it.
In the unlikely event
that you can't count,
I hadn't actually finished yet.
"Nine... ladies... dancing."
One...
Police revolvers
only hold six bullets.
Happily...
I've come across another.
Nine.
I'm sure you've met Detective
Inspector Jack Robinson.
Why?!
Because your husband robbed me
when he closed the mine.
I wasn't
going to be robbed again.
I should have guessed.
You've always been obsessed
with the gold.
That's what started
this whole damn tragedy.
You knew the quartz was unstable
but you made them keep going
and the wall caved in.
It was an accident.
How could you send
your own men into danger?
That was the least
of his crimes.
He could have saved them.
But he chose not to.
What is it, boy?
- (coughs)
- Get the doctor!
They're... alive.
What? What?!
All of them.
Sh.
It's alright, boy.
It's alright.
The doctor's on his way.
It's too late.
Did the poor lad say anything?
Not a word.
You left my dad there to--
There's no point, Isobel.
The law will do more with him
than you can.
Sh.
So Edward knew nothing
of the other miners.
He kept haranguing me
about you hearing
The Twelve Days of Christmas.
So I stole some gelignite from
Len Fowler and blew them up.
Poor Edward was so distressed
that he closed the mine.
Thereby robbing you
of the share of gold
you thought was rightly yours.
It was mine!
When I finally found it
after all these years
I was not going to be
robbed again.
And so you hatched your plan.
Len. Birdie.
You had reasons
to kill them all.
And you were afraid
Isobel had told Vera
so you killed your own wife too.
PHRYNE: You employed Quentin
as he looked alike.
So you could frame him
for your own crimes
and then disappear
down into the mine tunnels.
Your Twelve Days of Christmas
was an exceptionally cruel jab
at Aunt Prudence.
- And the rest of us?
- For my own amusement.
♪ On the first day of Christmas
my true love sent to me ♪
♪ A partridge in a pear tree ♪
♪ On the second day
of Christmas ♪
♪ My true love sent to me ♪
♪ Two turtle doves and
a partridge in a pear tree ♪
♪ On the third day of Christmas
my true love sent to me... ♪
Under the mistletoe! Kiss! Kiss!
(cheering)
Dear Jane.
It's so lovely to have you back.
If you insist, Mr Butler.
Tide's in, Mr B.
Just the way I like it.
- Mr B.
- Cheers, Mrs S.
Oh. Ahem. Merry Christmas.
Aunt Prudence and Bert.
Oh!
I'll be in it if you will.
Whooaa...
- Hooray!
- (all laugh)
I would have paid admission
to see that.
- Miss Fisher and the Inspector.
- Ooh!
I'm not sure that my kisses
can be compelled
by sprigs of parasitic greenery.
Hemiparasitic.
Of the genus viscum.
I'll take your word for it.
I think it's time
for another song.
Come on, Cec. Deck the Halls.
♪ Deck the halls
with boughs of holly ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪ Tis the season to be jolly ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪
♪ Fa-la-la,
la-la-la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Troll the ancient
Yuletide carol ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
- Cheers.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas, everyone.
♪ Silent night ♪
♪ Holy night ♪
♪ All is calm ♪
♪ All is bright ♪
♪ Round yon virgin ♪
♪ Mother and child ♪
♪ Holy infant,
so tender and mild ♪
♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪