(tense music) (tense music continues) (door creaking open) (tense music) (laundry hatch clattering) (tense music) - Please.

(tense music) - Where is it?

(tense music) Where's the money?

- Please.

Wait, wait!

Wait!

(Frank screaming) (Frank thuds) (tense music) (upbeat instrumental music) (upbeat instrumental music continues) (upbeat instrumental music continues) (upbeat instrumental music continues) (upbeat instrumental music continues) (upbeat instrumental music continues) - What about this one?

- That's the Luger.

- Excellent, which Luger?

- The 1908 semi-automatic.

- Which means?

- Compared to the 1896 Mauser, it has great accuracy.

Also, the Luger magazine holds eight bullets compared to 10 in the Mauser.

- That's very important information, especially if someone's just fired eight bullets at you.

Mr Butler...

I can't seem to find the Mauser anywhere.

- Didn't you take it to Lakes Entrance, Miss?

- So I did.

Must still be in the overnight bag.

(front door creaks open) - [Albert] Good morning, Mrs Stanley.

- Good morning, Albert.

Good Lord!

Is it really necessary for everyone in this household to brandish a weapon?

- Sorry, Mrs Stanley.

- Is everything alright, Aunt Prudence?

- Could we have a word in private?

(footsteps tapping) This is a very delicate matter.

I had to wrestle with my conscience as to whether to tell you at all.

This telegram is addressed to me.

(paper rustling) "Dearest Prudence, temporary financial problems.

Need urgent loan.

Any amount will help.

(phone ringing) Your loving sister, Margaret."

I made sure that Father wired her money before I put him on the boat to England.

He'll be there in a couple of weeks.

- This is obviously one of Henry's antics.

- Why wouldn't Mother telegram me?

- To preserve your father's dignity, no doubt.

She knows that horse has well and truly bolted with me.

- I beg your pardon, Miss.

The Inspector's on the telephone.

He needs your assistance at a crime scene.

- Let me get to the bottom of this, Aunt P. (footsteps tapping) (traffic rumbling) (streetcar bell ringing) Don't dawdle, Dot!

(traffic rumbling) Jack.

- Miss Fisher, Miss Williams.

Good morning, Miss Williams.

- Constable Martin.

- Fell, jumped or pushed?

- Frank McNabb, he was the concierge.

- Foreign cigarettes.

Looks like a knife wound.

Inflicted last night, perhaps, in some sort of scuffle.

- We found this beside the body.

Constable, read the label, please.

- "Property of Miss Phryne Fisher."

(mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) - [Jack] The safe was robbed last night, but nothing else seems to have been taken.

- There's nothing else worth much in there.

- Who has access to the keys?

- Just myself and Frank, the concierge.

- You didn't open it?

- We never open the safe at night.

It's house policy.

- The blood on the floor suggests your concierge tried to fight off the robber.

The blood leads to... (safe door creaking shut) Where do these stairs lead?

- The rooftop.

- So McNabb snatched the bag and made a run for it upstairs.

- In which case, the robber followed McNabb to the rooftop, took the contents of the bag and shoved him over the edge.

- The question remains, Miss Fisher, why was a bag with your name on it the only one robbed?

(mysterious music) - May I have a look at your guest register, please?

(mysterious music) (Phryne knocking on door) (person laughing) (door handle rattling) - Phryne, my dear!

- What are you doing at the Grand Hotel?

- Well, I know it's not the most salubrious of surroundings.

- You're meant to be on a ship, steaming around the Cape.

- I missed the boat.

As it happens, you've caught me at a bit of a bad time.

The lovely Edith here was- - It's Enid.

- What?

- It's Enid.

- Yes, was just servicing the room, and I stupidly spilled champagne on her dress.

- It's all sorted now, Baron.

- Does Mother know?

- Well, I didn't want to trouble her.

You know she doesn't like to fuss over minor details, her nerves.

- I'm sorry, Jack, I don't think I can bring myself to assist you with this case after all.

(door creaking open) How could he have missed that boat?

I saw him walk up the gangplank.

I watched the purser check his ticket.

I should have stood guard on the dock and waited for the boat to clear the bay!

What's that smile?

- He outsmarted you.

- He did not outsmart me.

He behaved in a way that no reasonable human being would behave.

Alright, he outsmarted me.

- And I have to admit, grudging admiration for that.

But given Fisher the elder seems even more resourceful and unpredictable than Fisher the younger, how can I investigate this case without you?

(door clicking) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) - Alright, I'll assist.

- But what?

- But you need to understand that my father is not as charming and harmless as he appears to be.

(mysterious music) - Ah, Lord Fisher.

Do you mind taking a seat?

- No airs and graces between us, Jack, please just call me Henry.

Now, what's all this about?

- There was a murder last night.

- A murder?

- A concierge, Frank McNabb.

Did you know him?

- A little, seemed a nice enough fellow.

- It appears he was killed as a result of a robbery.

- [Henry] A robbery, you say?

- Yes.

Remember that bag you pilfered from my house when you left?

- Borrowed, darling.

Pilfered is such an ugly word.

- [Jack] It was stolen from the safe.

- Along with my Mauser pistol.

God knows why you need a gun.

- What else was in the bag?

- A few items of clothing, shirts, collars, extra socks.

- I hardly think anyone would go out of their way to steal your socks.

What about the money you were supposed to wire back to Mother?

- I had to keep some back, enough to see me through.

- How much?

- I can't recall exactly.

- [Phryne] I don't believe you.

- Well, things must be dire when a daughter can't believe her own father.

- Things are dire!

- Thank you, Lord Fisher.

I think we'll defer the rest of our questioning until we complete the examination of our crime scene.

- You wanted me back in the fray, Jack.

I haven't finished with him!

- Uh, let's call an intermission, hm?

(mysterious music) (box rattling) (mysterious music) Uh, sorry, sir, you have to stand back.

It's police business.

- Carmody sent me to fix the telephones.

- The telephones, what's wrong with them?

- I can come back another time if it's inconvenient.

- Not again!

No, we need them working.

Business is bad enough.

(keys jingling) The master-switch box is in the cellar.

(keys jingling) Enid, any tips from Room 23?

Might be the last offering from the mother country after this run of luck last night.

- I know we got off on the wrong foot, Miss Williams, but I understand that this position is temporary and Constable Collins will be back in no time.

- Any day now, I'd say.

- Well, I thought, in the meanwhile, maybe you could teach me a few things.

- Teach you?

I still have a lot to learn.

- Not as much as me, I think.

- Why run to the rooftop where there's no means of escape?

- He had a knife-wielding robber right behind him.

Not everyone's cool under fire.

- And then the robber pushed McNabb over the side.

- [Jack] Along with your bag.

- But why didn't the thief take the bag along with the contents?

Unless... McNabb knew there was another way down.

(door creaking open) I wonder where this ends up.

- Miss Fisher!

(Phryne hollers) (footsteps tapping) ( knocking) - Jack, is that you?

(Jack knocking on door) No need for formalities.

(door rattling) I think we can safely assume the contents of that bag are far more interesting than an old man's socks.

- The laundry?

- Did you see anyone lurking around?

- Not last night.

- [Jack] Where were you?

- I'm a suspect now, am I?

- If you wouldn't mind answering the question, Mrs Cobb.

- I was in the Twilight Room.

Every evening, we have the Twilight Waltz.

Not like that!

Put the big one at the bottom.

Look, we're all very sorry about poor Frank, but I have got a hotel to run.

- We can just as easily talk down at the station.

- Now how's that going to look, being marched out in front of my guests?

The Grand does have a reputation to uphold.

- I'm sure we all know that the Grand is not quite as grand as it used to be.

- [Jack] I understand it was the subject of a number of police raids.

- Misunderstandings, all of them.

- Well, let's not have any more misunderstandings.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

- I'm about to serve lunch in the Twilight Room.

Between that and the front desk, I don't have time to talk.

You may have noticed I'm short-handed.

- I'm sure that my assistant could mind the front counter for you, Mrs Cobb.

- Of course, Miss.

- And we can wait for you to serve lunch.

- Make a note of all the guests' names, Dot.

- Yes, Miss.

- I'd be happy to assist you, Miss Williams.

- Alright, I suppose that would be quicker.

- Now... - Can you read them out to me, please, quietly?

- Miss L Knight... - I wonder if the Twilight Waltz was ever a respectable proposition.

- It was the height of fashion before the war, completely above board, despite my father's patronage.

This was where he wooed my mother.

He claimed he had tickets, but all he really had was a vague connection to the brother of the doorman, who escorted them through the kitchen each night when the maitre d' wasn't looking.

Mother should have known that that spelled trouble.

- Obvious but inherited powers of persuasion.

- Mother blamed it all on his dancing, claimed that one whirl in his arms forced all reason from her head.

- A good waltz can do that.

- I never believed her.

(footsteps tapping) - We'll have to make this quick.

- Clearly, whoever robbed this place knew their way around.

- They also knew Lord Fisher's bag was in the safe.

- Which suggests a member of staff.

- Can you tell us which staff were working at the time of the robbery?

- Frank was on the front desk.

I was sweeping up after the dance and one of the maids was still clocked on.

- Not Enid, by any chance?

(mysterious music) (keys jingling) (mysterious music) (mysterious music conitnues) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) - [Phryne] Enid.

(case thudding) - [Jack] What time did you finish work last night?

- It would have been 11 or 12.

- [Jack] Which was it?

- The dance finished at 11.

- You were working in the Twilight Room?

- Well, I... - That's a lovely necklace, a very expensive one.

- I wouldn't know.

- Was it a present?

Did your work take you to my father's room last night?

- It's not like that.

- [Jack] Then tell us how it is.

- I'm fond of Henry.

He's had a lot of trouble in his life, and he doesn't have anyone else, he's here all alone.

- So you went to his room?

- He...

He was upset last night.

He just needed a shoulder to cry on.

- What was he upset about?

- He said he'd lost money in a game of cards and he was down to his last £10.

(Phryne knocking on door) - Father!

(Phryne knocking on door) - He said something about going to the races today.

Mrs Cobb gave him one of her tips.

- [Jack] Thank you, Enid.

We won't keep you any further.

(tense music) (door creaking) - I like the nags because I grew up in the country.

- What about cards?

- Wouldn't know a king from a queen.

And if the guests decide to gamble, it's not the fault of the hotel.

- Which guests were gambling?

- I really can't say.

- Can't or won't?

- Memory fails me.

Why don't you ask your father?

Now, am I done?

Can I get back to running my hotel?

- For now, thank you, Mrs Cobb.

- Miss, I finished that thing you told me to do.

- Excellent, Dot.

- Here, Dorothy.

- Thank you.

Neville was kind enough to give me a hand.

Here's the guest list for the last week.

- I think we found something useful in the back of the ledger too.

- It looks like some sort of code.

- [Phryne] Pertaining to illegal card games.

And the latest one was last night.

- It seems Mrs Cobb at least knows her clubs from her spades.

- Stay here, Dot.

Keep an eye on her.

As soon as she leaves her office, take a look around.

- But what about this Karol woman?

- I'm not sure that Karol is a woman.

Karol with a K is a Polish name that would go with the surname Valenski, staying in room... (mysterious music) - [Enid] Nothing happened!

- [Karol] You think you can outsmart me!

- Leave him alone!

- And you!

Betray me, huh?

- Alright, break it up, break it up!

- No, wait, stop!

- Karol Valenski, I presume.

I'm sure you had your reasons for trying to throttle Henry Fisher.

Lord knows, I understand the urge.

- What was the subject of the altercation?

- I don't like his taste in clothes.

- And apart from his sartorial shortcomings... (Phryne speaking in Polish) - Gambling on card games is illegal.

- Compliments on your poker face.

- My face is like this all the time.

- Shall I tell you what I think you were doing last night?

I think you were playing poker with my father.

I'd say you won and he refused to pay.

- I'm not interested in gambling charges, Mr. Valenski.

All I want is the truth.

- He lost.

Said he would pay me when they opened the safe first thing in the morning.

Only this morning, there is no money.

It has been stolen.

Now, who do you suppose did that?

- The only reason I lost at all was because the old biddy who runs the hotel brought in a professional gambler, a ringer, the Americans call them.

- Karol Valenski?

- In his heyday, he was known in all the great casinos in Europe.

Now, he's reduced to cheating.

It's true.

Every time I had a strong hand, he folded.

You must be able to charge him with cheating, Jack.

- What happened to the gun that was in Miss Fisher's bag?

- Am I under interrogation?

Am I suspected of a crime?

- Tell me that bag didn't contain the entire £10,000 you were meant to wire back to Mother.

- No, not the entire amount.

I did have my expenses.

- Karol Valenski claims you had no intention of paying him the money you owed.

- You don't think I intended to do a flit, steal my own money from the safe and disappear into the night?

You think I'd kill a man to avoid paying a gambling debt?

- You suspect your own father of murder?

- It may not be the first time.

I haven't thought about this in years, but I haven't forgotten it either.

It was during the war.

I was woken in the middle of the night by voices.

When I went downstairs, I could hear my father with a visitor.

My father was arguing with him.

I couldn't hear everything they were saying.

The morning newspapers reported an unidentified man had been dragged from the River Thames, strangled before his body was dumped in the early hours.

- How do you know it was the man your father argued with?

- The newspapers described the heavy coat he was wearing.

- Have you ever spoken to him about it?

- I've accused my father of a lot of things, Jack, but not murder.

(gentle music) - What is it we're looking for?

- Whatever it is Miss Fisher thinks she's trying to hide.

Keep a look out.

(mysterious music) A locked drawer's a good start.

- Will you be able to break it open?

- There's always a way.

(mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) - Very clever.

- [Mrs. Cobb] I'll be in my office.

- Look out, she's coming.

(mysterious music) (throat clearing) Sorry, Mrs Cobb, you know how it is.

- Please don't mention this to Miss Fisher.

- Go on, off you go.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Don't you know I'm engaged?

- I'm sorry, Miss Williams.

I really didn't think of what else to do.

- If my Hugh found out, he'd knock you sideways.

- I'm sorry, I really am.

At least she believed us, I think.

Let's see what's in the cigar box.

- You know, I'm sure that Miss Fisher, at times, has to resort to some extreme measures for the sake of her investigation.

- That's true.

But I'm not Miss Fisher, and I don't want it to happen again.

- Of course.

- [Dot] Empty.

(Dot sighs) (traffic whirring) - I'd like you to send an inquiry to Scotland Yard, please.

- Yes, sir.

- It's an old homicide case from 1916.

I'd like to know if they have a physical description of the deceased.

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

- And sir?

I've discovered more evidence to do with the Grand Hotel.

- Where did you get these?

- Mrs Cobb's office drawer, sir.

I believe that they reveal another suspect for the murder.

I wanted to be sure before I spoke to you.

- So, was it your idea to conduct this search?

- I admit, Miss Williams suggested it, sir.

- You had no warrant, Constable.

This evidence is inadmissible in court.

- But Miss Fisher- - Is not a member of the Victoria Police Force.

Her methods have a certain latitude we cannot match.

Your methods must be absolutely scrupulous.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Now, Miss Williams is a morally upright and intelligent young woman.

- I've noticed that too, sir.

She's pretty, as well.

- So you must return those documents to Miss Williams immediately to do whatever her conscience dictates.

- Of course, sir.

(mysterious music) - So you kept these from me to impress the inspector and further your prospects on the force?

From my experience of ambitious young police officers, I can tell you that's a very slippery slope.

- And there are more important things to life.

I'm sorry it led me to behave so badly.

- Well, at least you had the courage to come clean, and I admire that, Constable.

- Thank you.

I should head back to the station, then.

- Would you like some biscuits to take back?

- Um... - For the inspector too?

- That would be lovely.

(gentle music) Thank you, Miss Williams.

(mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) - Your poor, poor mother.

I told her all those years ago he'd bring her nothing but misery.

This time he'll ruin her, I know it.

- I won't let that happen, Aunt P. - What are your chances of retrieving the stolen £10,000?

- Fair to middling.

Father is of no help at all, in fact, more of a deliberate hindrance.

I've had to entertain the possibility that he might have organized the robbery himself.

- You think he killed a man?

- I'm not sure what to think.

- Sorry to interrupt, but Constable Martin and I found something in Hilda Cobb's office that might be of interest.

They're love letters to Mrs Cobb from Frank McNabb, the concierge.

- So, our young concierge had an eye for the older ladies?

- Yes, Miss, but I don't think it ended well.

- It seldom does with unsuitable matches.

- "It's true our little scheme's a good earner."

Gambling, no doubt.

"But I can no longer love you in the way that you desire."

This letter was dated two days ago, just before McNabb was murdered.

- The Grand Hotel's having another dance tonight, Miss, if you need to look around.

- Not the Twilight Waltz?

(instrumental music) Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

- I didn't know you'd been here before.

- A lifetime ago.

I was here the night your father proposed to your mother.

Unfortunately, I arrived too late.

- Keep Mrs Cobb busy for me, Dot, while I investigate the less public face of the Grand.

I'm sure Father will make an appearance very soon.

(instrumental music) - A bit late for snooping, isn't it?

- I haven't come for that.

I was hoping to brush up on my dancing before the wedding, for the bridal waltz.

- I noticed the ring on your finger.

That's why you two couldn't keep your hands off each other.

- Oh, no, that wasn't my... - There is no need to explain.

I have felt the pitter-patter of the heart myself once or twice.

All right, arms shoulder height, and graceful.

I'll take the gentleman's part.

And step, two, three.

One, two, three.

Step, two, three, one.

- So, has there been anyone else special in your life since your husband, Mrs Cobb?

- My last fellow worked here at the hotel, but I had to give him his marching orders.

- You sacked him, why?

(instrumental music) - Because he told me that I was too old for him.

I thought it didn't matter.

I loved him and I thought he loved me.

I couldn't have him under my nose after that.

I had to put an end to things.

Now I'll never see him again.

(instrumental music) (indistinct singing) (muffled music playing in background) (muffled music playing in background continues) (muffled music playing in background continues) (muffled music playing in background continues) (heel tapping) (muffled music playing in background) (muffled music playing in background continues) (door creaking open) - Sorry, madam.

Just checking the phone wires.

Nothing in this hotel's where it ought to be.

- You don't happen to know what's on the other side of this wall, do you?

(instrumental music) - Angels and ministers of grace defend us.

Henry?

(Henry sighs) (instrumental music) - Care to dance, Prudence?

- No, thank you.

I'm already skating on the edge of social ruin simply by being here.

I'm here to make you a business proposition.

- Then propose away.

- I will give you as much money as it takes to make you disappear in a puff of smoke and leave my sister alone.

- Disappear?

You really expect me to agree to such an outrageous request?

- Not once have you been a dutiful husband or a responsible father.

You and your drinking and your flights of fancy and dark moods.

- You were always trying to take Margaret away from me because you couldn't bear for her to have a passionate life.

What happened to your passion, Prudence?

- Don't you dare speak to me like that!

- Don't you dare try to bribe me to leave my wife!

- Mrs Stanley?

- Tell Phryne I'll make my own way home.

I can't stay a moment longer in this hovel.

(mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (knuckles cracking) (mysterious music continues) - McNabb set himself up in there.

He could see the opponents' cards and signal to Karol Valenski using Morse code.

The wire leads underneath the floorboards to this.

If Valenski put his foot on the panel, he could feel the Morse code.

- Ingenious.

- Hilda must have known, and the house must have taken a cut of the winnings.

- Cheating, no!

I'm sure it was just a friendly game.

- Not so friendly for the loser.

- Frank McNabb cooked this up with Karol Valenski.

Were you in on it or not?

- We know he jilted you.

Is that why you pushed him off the roof?

- I loved him.

I told your assistant that.

- Nevertheless, you sacked him.

Perhaps he took it upon himself to rob that safe on his way out.

- Or he was in cahoots with Valenski, and Valenski double-crossed him.

- Well, if that's the case, then I've been played for an even bigger fool than I thought.

I knew it wasn't right, I knew.

But Frank said it was a sure-fire way to keep the hotel going.

This old place is all I've got.

Are you going to charge me for the gambling?

- Not tonight.

We'll look at other charges once this murder is solved.

- Any news from Hugh?

- No, but I'm working on getting him a promotion.

- Well, if I were you, I'd work a little faster.

Constable, let's go.

(footsteps tapping) - Any chance of talking Karol Valenski into one last game?

(soft music) - Are you joking?

- No, Mr. Valenski.

If I were, you would be laughing.

- I don't play cards with women.

- That's a pity.

My money's as good as any man's.

(speaking in Polish) - And your preferred game is...?

- To tell you the truth, I find all card games tiresome, but my father did teach me all the variations of poker.

So perhaps seven-card stud?

If you don't mind, I'd like to inspect the cards.

(mysterious music) (cards shuffling) That all seems to be in order.

But I do feel a draft.

(mysterious music) That's better.

Please apologize to your friend for me if he was hoping to watch the card game from the other room.

Shall we play?

(Henry knocking on door) - Henry.

- Going somewhere?

- I was just writing you a note.

- I hope I haven't upset you, my dear.

I've grown very fond of you, but I'm in a difficult position.

- I know you're spoken for, and I'm sure I'll get over you eventually, but I've decided to go back home to Beechworth.

- Well, you need a good send-off.

And tonight, we're in luck.

I know a place on Little Lonsdale that serves sly grog all night.

Let's have one last hurrah.

- You're a devil.

I just need to finish packing.

Wait downstairs?

- Milady.

- My Lord.

(door clicking shut) (Henry sighs) (mysterious music) - I call.

- Three jacks.

(mysterious music) (throat clearing) Shall we keep playing?

- I, um...

I seem to be low on funds.

- But you hold an IOU signed by my father.

- Yes, I do.

(mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) Flush.

(mysterious music) - Full house.

Beginner's luck, I suppose.

- Your father is a coward!

(door slamming shut) (tense music) What sort of a man lets his daughter fight his battles for him?

- Just a moment... - Don't think this is the end of the matter.

- What matter would that be?

- You know where that money is.

Tell me who has it, or I will take everything you have and destroy you.

- Have you finished?

(pistol clicking) No-one is destroying anyone.

Now, I'm going out for a drink with my lady friend, and you are going to crawl back under whatever rock you came from.

Agreed?

- She is not your lady friend.

The next time I see you, I too will be armed.

Tomasz.

(tense music) (tense music continues) (tense music continues) (tense music continues) (tense music continues) (indistinct arguing) - Just stay here, Dot.

(tense music) - Get off me!

- Stop!

(metallic swiping) (gun bangs) (tense music) - [Jack] Did you see who it was?

- No, it was too dark.

- Karol Valenski?

- He didn't sound Polish.

But I have a fair idea what he was after.

(case clicking) - You think Enid robbed the safe?

She would've known your father had money.

- If Enid was our robber, she would have taken off that night.

I think there's another possibility.

The robber caught up with McNabb on the rooftop, shoved him over the edge, but perhaps they didn't realize the money had already been dropped down the laundry chute.

- [Jack] The money would have sat in the trolley in the laundry.

- Until Enid came along.

Then I presume she hid the money somewhere until she made her escape tonight.

- So, if Enid had the money... - Our robber must have found out and gone after her.

Whoever he is, he must have something to do with my father.

- [Jack] Why?

- He dropped this.

(footsteps tapping) - Where is he, where's my father?

Those are his bags.

- He steamed off in a lather about Enid being killed.

He went off with two blokes in a cab, and I bloody well hope he's gone to do the honorable thing.

- What, where were they going?

- The Botanic Gardens, pistols at dawn.

- What the hell's he playing at now?

(tense music) - Listen, Baron, mate, no disrespect, but I'm not sure this is the best idea you've had.

- We should just call Miss Fisher.

- No.

That bastard challenged me to a duel, and he killed an innocent young woman.

- He denied it.

- He's a liar.

- That bloke looks like he knows how to shoot.

- Have your second prepare the weapon.

- Bloody hell!

Looks like you're the second.

- Half my bloody luck.

(tense music) - 10 paces, then we take our shots.

- Henry, I really reckon this isn't a good idea.

- Silence, Albert.

I'll be fine.

If I'm not, tell Phryne I'm sorry for everything, the whole sad, sorry lot of it.

(tense music) (pistols clicking) (tense music continues) - [Tomasz] Ready?

- [Tomasz And Albert] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight nine.

(gunshot bangs) - You idiot!

I don't think you're quite aware you're dealing with a man of honor, Baron Henry George Fisher of Richmond-upon-Thames.

- Father, stop!

What are you doing?!

- I'm about to right a wrong.

Isn't that what you're so fond of doing?

- Karol Valenski didn't kill Enid.

I've seen and heard enough to know that all Valenski's guilty of is cheating at cards, but I've won back your losses.

Now, if you would please put down my pistol.

We need to find the real killer, and you happen to be the only person who can help.

- Who did you see?

- He had an English accent and your stolen passport.

(tense music) - Valenski!

It's your lucky day.

(gunshot bangs) (tense music) - Whoever robbed that safe knew your bag contained close to £10,000.

Who did you tell?

- No-one.

- Enid?

- No.

And I won't hear a word said against Enid.

That dear girl was very kind to me.

- What about Hilda Cobb?

- Who?

- [Jack] Someone knew the money was there.

No other bag was touched.

- I've told you both, I've no idea who it is.

- This man was English.

Is it someone you met on the voyage out here?

Did you confide in someone or cross swords with them?

Someone's after you, aren't they?

You're afraid.

(mysterious music) - I'm sorry, Constable Martin, if I've done anything to give you the wrong idea, but... - Call me Neville, please.

I know you're engaged, but you're not married yet, and this fellow's gone off and left you, and... And I can't help how I feel.

(mysterious music) You're like a flower and when I held you in my arms... - I think you'd better stop right there, Constable.

- Please tell me there's a chance.

Please?

- I can't.

Whatever Hugh does and whenever he comes back, even if he doesn't, my heart remains true to his.

That's just how it is.

- I understand, Dorothy.

- Neville?

(Dot screams) - Two people are dead and he still won't tell us the truth.

- There's something I think you should see.

Sent from Scotland Yard.

It's a description of the man you thought your father killed.

- "Short, just over five feet."

"Fair-haired?"

This is not the man I saw with my father.

He was tall and heavily built.

He was pacing up and down.

(knuckles cracking) Jack...

He's been here all along.

The man who came to fix the telephones, he was cracking his knuckles.

It's him, he's the man who's after my father.

- Excuse me, sir, Our Lord Fisher's disappeared.

- What?

- And, sir, I'd like to request an immediate transfer back to Wangaratta.

I'm sorry to leave you one man down.

- When exactly did he disappear?

(phone ringing) City South Police, Inspector Robinson.

- Prudence Stanley here.

Could I speak to my niece, please?

- It's your aunt.

- Aunt Prudence?

- Phryne?

I was wondering if you were planning to return for lunch today.

I've decided to stay because Mr. Butler is making shepherd's pie and you know how much I love it.

- Tell Mr. Butler to set an extra place.

I'll be there immediately.

Yes, I will.

Goodbye.

Jack, something's wrong.

Aunt Prudence hates shepherd's pie.

(tense music) (tense music continues) I'm home!

Dot?

Aunt Prudence?

Mr Butler?

(tense music) - Place your pistol on the floor.

Now!

(tense music) Everything your father has, everything you have belongs to me.

Open your safe.

- I've already taken the money to the bank.

It's being wired to England as we speak.

- Then I shall have to take whatever valuables you have at hand, and then more.

(tense music) - I remember you.

You came to Norfolk House during the war.

What grudge do you hold against my father?

- Your father is a dishonourable, deceitful man.

We had an agreement and he betrayed me.

- How, does he owe you money?

- More than that, more than you could ever imagine.

- What?

Tell me before I open this safe.

- How dare you barter with me?

Open it!

(body thudding) - You could have waited a moment longer.

- Miss Fisher, you'd better telephone for an ambulance and tell them to hurry.

(gentle music) (footsteps tapping) Would you like me to stay?

- I need to have a word with him alone.

- Baron.

- Jack.

- We caught the man who killed Frank McNabb and Enid.

- Who is he?

- [Phryne] He wasn't carrying any identification.

- Who does he say he is?

- He's not saying much at all, given that he's unconscious and may not survive.

He's at the Royal Melbourne Hospital under police guard.

It's the same man I saw you arguing with during the war, isn't he?

In Norfolk House, in 1916.

- I don't know who you think you saw so long ago.

- Please, for once in your life, will you tell me the truth?

- Yes, it could be him.

But he was crazy, shell-shocked.

Turned up out of the blue and claimed I owed him money from a card game.

- And did you?

- Perhaps.

There are times I can't recall with perfect clarity.

In any case, I could afford to help him, so I gave him a pot of money and I thought that'd be the end of it.

- Well clearly, it wasn't, since he followed you all the way to Australia.

- Well, my dear girl, he can't harm anyone now.

- I think it's high time you sailed back to Mother.

I've rebooked your passage for early next month.

Cec and Bert will be taking you to a guest house in Lilydale.

The cab's waiting outside.

Even you can't get yourself into trouble in Lilydale.

(gentle music) (gentle music continues) - So, did your father shed any light on our killer's identity?

- Of course not.

Another secret in his secret life.

- Care for a waltz, Miss Fisher?

- Are you sure you wanna to risk it?

- What's the risk?

- Well, I have waltzed with the best, French presidents, English princes, American film stars.

The waltz is a very serious dance.

- And I'm a serious man.

- My mother lost all reason when she was waltzed.

- Well, if she hadn't, this would be a world without a certain Phryne Fisher in it, and what kind of world would that be?

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