By the Southern Cross The Doctor Blake Mysteries

'Ladies and gentlemen,

'today marks the anniversary of the rebellion'

-at the Eureka Stockade...

-Too right, mate.

..the day miners fought shoulder to shoulder

to defend their rights and liberties

against their colonial tormentors.

Absolutely!

Eureka is the real birthplace

of our great nation.

Clear the park!

It's our legal right to assemble.

-We're celebrating the brave men...

-All right, break it up.

..who fought toadies just like you.

Get your hands off me!

Don't touch me.

ARGUING AND YELLING

Don't you touch me!

Get out of the way!

Get your hands off her!

Move it. Move away.

You were brilliant!

My shout.

Thanks, Georgie. I'll get the next one.

What do you jokers know about anything?

My great-grandfather was a miner

-at the stockade.

-Well, then, tonight we drink to him.

If he was a miner, then he was a worker, fighting the ruling class.

Ladies lounge, missy.

I'll, um... I'll bring your drinks through, Wendy.

That's from the lad down there, sir.

You're nothing but an overeducated git.

Better than no education, mate.

I'd better head back in there, make sure Wendy's all right.

Will you be OK?

Someone has to look after the conquering hero over there.

ARGUING, YELLING

Last drinks! Now quieten down or get out.

This isn't over.

So much for workers unite.

-Right, Des?

-He'll come round.

-How about another beer?

-Yeah.

To Eureka, Georgie.

Eureka.

Des!

Dad, enough. Your breakfast is getting cold.

The battle of wills begins.

Finally Maureen says, "I know you want her to try new things,

"Martin, but this is ridiculous.

"She's five years old. What's your excuse?"

Dad.

20 years later, things haven't changed one bit.

So nice to meet you at last, Mrs Beazley.

-Likewise, Minister.

-Martin, goodness me.

Matilda talks about you constantly.

Her mother and I sometimes think we've lost her to you.

Well, Mattie's like family to us.

Indeed.

-More toast?

-That'd be lovely.

-PHONE RINGS

-I'll get that.

-I'll, uh, put the toast on.

-Very good.

Very good.

So, Martin, your visit to Ballarat.

-Business or pleasure?

-Both.

Some business. A government announcement at the old rail yard.

But I'm also keen to see what Matilda's up to here.

Excuse me, Lucien,

you're required at the Eureka Memorial site.

Right.

Excuse me.

Charlie?

This bloke was part of the protest we cleared out of here yesterday.

And we also found this, just over there.

There's nothing in it.

His name is Des Somerville.

Girlfriend found him.

Wendy Smith.

-Des Somerville, you say?

-Mm.

If you just check the body, Blake, we'll take it from there.

Certainly, Bill. Whatever you say.

Bloody troublemakers.

University students from Melbourne, staying over on Stawell Street.

I see.

Well...

I can tell you this.

Young Des was punched in the face.

Looks as though he's fallen backwards onto the steps,

hitting his head.

And curiously, very little blood.

Robbery gone wrong, you reckon?

Hard to say at this point.

Well, you let us know if you need any help working it all out, then.

I'll take the girl back to the station.

Boss'll be wanting to talk to her.

Old Bill Hobart, ever the charmer.

Charlie, did you see here?

Just on his arm.

I'd say that's a bite mark.

Looks like it.

Hey, Doc. Mattie.

She was here yesterday.

Yes, I know.

And thanks to this morning's newspaper,

so does the whole of Ballarat, I'm afraid.

No markings on the knuckles, but abrasions on both elbows.

-The bite mark on his arm?

-I've taken a dry saliva sample.

It may take a day or so before we have the results.

Just the one blow.

Yes, to the cheek,

where I suspect we'll find a fractured zygomatic arch.

I'll need an X-ray to confirm that.

Yes, of course. Back of the head?

Quite a large laceration.

There would have been substantial blood loss.

In which case, there should have been more blood at the site,

even allowing for the cold night.

What were you doing wandering around the memorial that night, eh?

Are you talking to me or him?

Hmm? Oh, Alice, I'm sorry, him.

Would you mind bringing over some tweezers and a bowl, please?

Thank you.

Now...

..that's gravel.

Doctor?

You're going to have to excuse me for a bit.

I need to check something.

From the memorial site?

-Yes.

-You'll want to take a look at this.

The lesion on the back of the skull? In fact, there are two.

Really?

The first fracture is centred here.

See the occipital contusion and fresh haemorrhage.

But the second fracture, just as severe,

shows only a small amount of blood around it.

The first lesion was the fatal injury and the second...

Caused by a step or a plinth.

..was postmortem.

Which explains the lack of blood at the scene.

The body was moved,

and the gravel from the memorial site definitely doesn't match.

I need to pinpoint the actual murder site.

Any suggestions?

Well, I'm not an expert on gravel,

but assuming the person who bit him was also his killer,

you could saliva test every potential murderer in Ballarat.

And short of that, no, nothing, I'm afraid.

Miss Smith,

did anyone have any reason to want to hurt your boyfriend?

A man attacked us at the pub,

after we were forced from the Eureka site.

-Which pub?

-Er, Pig and Whistle.

The attack.

Was it inside or outside the pub?

Ah, it started inside, and then the publican,

he called for the swill. And I thought it was sorted,

but some people followed us outside as we were leaving.

Everyone was involved, from what I could tell.

It's so ridiculous.

What is, Miss Smith?

When we organised this, Colin Doyle warned us.

He said the locals don't take kindly to our type.

What type is that?

Union types.

-How long had you and Des...?

-A year.

We were going to get married.

So what was stopping you, then?

I loved Des. And he loved me.

She's not telling us everything.

I doubt she could have done it, though, boss. See the size of her?

Actually, Bill, a piece of two-by-four'd probably do the job

if she was angry enough.

Hobart, Davis.

Let's find out when Des Somerville was last seen alive.

-Right, boss.

-And you!

Stop pretending you're a policeman and get me an autopsy report,

pronto.

Of course.

Yes, Sergeant?

Excuse me, boss, I don't get it.

Why don't you just sack him?

Because, Bill, if it was that easy, I would have done it already.

Shut the door on the way out.

Oh, he was here all right.

He bought Ken Farmer a beer, and copped an earful from Quinny,

going on about Eureka.

-Quinny?

-Roy Quinn. He's a regular.

-Always going on about the good old days.

-Peg him for a fighter?

As a lad he was up for it.

What do bloody Melbourne blow-ins know, coming into our pub?

-My great-grandfather was...

-Answer the question!

Did you fight with the victim?

Might have thrown a punch.

What do you do for work?

Can't work. I did my back in.

-What's that got to do with anything?

-The victim was bashed and robbed.

-Nothing to do with me.

-Open your wallet.

I'm told you live off your missus.

Police resources are stretched and our time is valuable,

more valuable than yours, so keep that in mind. Blake?

Did you fight with a man you now know as Des Somerville?

We argued.

The dead bloke made a smart arse comment and we got into it, but...

But the Commies were doing a good job of fighting amongst themselves.

Put your hands on the table.

What'd you do after closing?

Don't move!

I went home for tea.

So you didn't follow Somerville and you didn't hit him.

Is that what you're telling me? Yes?

-No?

-No.

What do you want now?

Des Somerville died at least eight hours before he was found

this morning,

and I am positive, positive he wasn't killed at the memorial.

Also, there's a bite mark on his arm. We can't explain it yet.

Superintendent, I simply can't, in good conscience,

sign off on that report, not yet.

You think I don't know how often you do this, Blake?

-Do what exactly?

-You stall.

You don't sign off on your reports,

then spend two or three days using that as an excuse

to do whatever you want, wherever you want.

-Superintendent, there are still...

-Today.

Not tomorrow, not the day after.

You have that report on my desk by 5pm.

That's final.

I'm off to the rail yards.

You talk to everyone who was at the Stawell Street house last night,

-and talk to that bludger, Quinn's, wife.

-All right, boss.

I'll be back shortly.

I'm going to head over to Stawell Street.

I might meet you there, Charlie.

You'd be better off finishing that report, Doc.

Thank you for reminding me, Bill.

What the hell are you thinking?

I mean, have you seen this? Have you looked at the headlines?

Have you got a brain in that head of yours?

I mean, I'm paying you a lot of money.

You've just got to get your act together.

You here for the speeches, Doctor?

I thought I'd come and see what you were up to.

You've seen this, I s'pose?

-Yes.

-Are you ready, Minister?

I am, if you've finished tearing strips off your nephew.

Ken Farmer, Lucien Blake.

My daughter boards at Dr Blake's house.

Mr Farmer.

Well, I'll go up and introduce you.

Martin, I was just as shocked as you when I saw it.

-I had absolutely no idea.

-'Thank you for coming.'

Well, it doesn't matter what I say, she never bloody listens.

'..Ballarat resident. I'm pleased to welcome'

Minister for Industry and Commerce, Martin O'Brien, to tell us all about

Think Big, Think Ballarat.

It's been a very good morning.

I'm honoured to be in your fine city today.

Miss Smith, Mr Beville.

I'd like to ask you both a few questions.

Who was here in Mr Doyle's house last night?

Just those of us here from Melbourne.

And Mr Doyle, of course.

No-one else?

Just us, and Georgie Bromley.

So what happened next, Mr Beville?

I went to bed as soon as I got home from the pub.

And you said the same, Miss Smith?

Where is Doyle now?

Doyle had to make a trip into town.

We were s'posed to meet him for lunch

about ten minutes ago.

Quite simply, "Think Big, Think Ballarat" means jobs.

Business can offer migrant workers incentives.

What about incentives for local workers?

Populate or perish.

We'll all perish if you lot get your way.

You award tenders for public land and give them

to your developer mates

and get the kickbacks.

-Bunch of crooks.

-Look out! Doyle's armed!

Now!

Watch out!

Well...

-HE CHUCKLES

-Ladies and gentlemen,

as much as we value our democracy,

even fight wars for it,

freedom of expression can, on occasion...

..be one of its burdens.

Those paint tins, Mr Beville.

Taking them to your lunch with Colin Doyle, were you?

Charlie.

You missed quite a show at the rail yards, I tell you.

Goodness, that looks nasty. How did you come by that?

Just outside the pub.

Some bloke had a go at Des, I got caught in the middle.

Would you like me to take a look at that for you?

Thanks, I'm a medical student.

Oh, I see.

What was the fight about?

What it was always about with Des - ideology.

So his...ideology differed from yours?

You could say that.

Last night, in your room.

Was Miss Smith with you?

Absolutely not!

I'm going to get going.

You should know, Colin Doyle is already in police custody.

A disturbance at the government launch today.

Just as well there was no-one else there to...

help him.

If there's nothing else, officer...

-It's like trying to herd cats.

-BLAKE LAUGHS

Plus I still need to find the Bromley boy.

Oh, I saw him at the launch in town, with his uncle, Ken Farmer.

Ah. Thanks, Doc.

All right, Charlie.

You all right?

Saliva and gravel. All I've got to go on.

Ahh!

What now?

Bike tracks.

Charlie.

You found what you were looking for?

Perhaps, Charlie.

Perhaps.

You want me to do what?

This was your idea, Alice.

Yes, but...I was joking. Can't you tell when I'm joking?

Look, if I can get saliva samples from our suspects,

we may find a match with the sample from the victim's arm.

What kind of testing are you thinking?

Well, for traces of medication, initially.

And if that doesn't work, then...genetic secretor markers.

I'll talk to Pharmacology.

See what I can do.

Does Superintendent Munro know you're doing this?

No, not yet.

I see.

It'll take at least 24 hours.

Go! Before I change my mind.

Thank you, Charlie.

Well done, Cec.

Mr Bromley, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Yeah.

Sorry, you'll have to excuse me.

It's not every day a mate is found dead.

When did you last see the deceased?

Last night.

And what happened?

There was a loudmouth at the pub who threatened us.

Roy Quinn.

Did you see him, after closing?

He tried to start up again and Joe scared him off.

We all went back to the house.

He could have followed us, I suppose.

And what happened then?

Drinking, arguing,

more drinking, more arguing.

That's about it.

Arguments about what?

I'm not involved in the romantic entanglements.

Sorry, which romantic entanglements are these, exactly?

I'd ask Doyle and Joe.

Neither seemed to be seeing eye to eye with Des yesterday.

Tell me everything, from the start.

Well, we were at the memorial site for the anniversary,

-until you coppers moved us along, and then...

-Try again.

Because I know you called in the disturbance.

You wanted the police there.

And I know you fed the Eureka photos to the press.

You see, I spoke to the editor of The Courier this morning.

You're quite a photographer.

Tell you what I think.

Your plan was always to get the O'Brien girl

and Georgie Bromley into the newspapers.

First at the memorial,

then the next day at the launch.

Scandal like that would end up in all the city papers.

Ken Farmer's no longer such a man of the people.

Martin O'Brien turns out to have a Red for a daughter.

I see I'm not the only one who can come up with a conspiracy theory.

So what went wrong?

Mr Doyle, would you mind just holding still for me for one moment?

BONES CRUNCH Good. Good.

HE SCREAMS

Now, just while you have your mouth open...

There we are, well done. Top work.

HE MOANS PAINFULLY

Mr Doyle?

-Mr Doyle!

-YELLS:

-All right!

Yes, the newspapers were me,

but the paint tins were all Des's idea.

And he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than just throw some paint.

-Go on.

-He...

He wanted to mix acid into one of the tins.

But I told him that's not the way the CPA operates.

We believe in peaceful protest.

Now, is that so?

Why would I kill him when I needed him

at Martin O'Brien's speech the next day?

Even after he wanted to harm an bunch of innocent people?

After all that, you still wanted him there?

He was a young, handsome bloke on the front of the paper,

seeming to lead the charge for us. It's...it's perfect for recruitment.

You're backing the wrong horse trying to pin this on me, mate.

Sergeant Davis, escort Mr Doyle to the cells.

Oh, yeah, typical.

I've got rights, you know.

Get your hands off me!

Bloody coppers!

You know, I swear if I didn't know better,

I'd say you broke that man's nose on purpose in the hope you could

sit in on this interview.

Superintendent, your report.

Everything we've been able to confirm thus far.

It's about time.

You can thank your wife for being released.

You shoot your big mouth off again,

you'll be back in the cells, understand?

Sergeant Davis?

Status of Mr Doyle's two accomplices this afternoon?

Ah, charged, sir, with breach of the peace and public safety.

-They'll appear in court next week.

-Very good.

Hm.

Oh, Jean.

Oh, tell me, how was the rest of breakfast with Mattie's father?

Extremely cordial. Typical politician -

could talk the birds down from the trees.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-That'll be your three o'clock.

Hello, Agnes. Come through.

Lucien.

You look awful.

Agnes, how lovely to see you. Come on in.

Well, if there's anything else you need, Agnes,

I'll be right outside.

No need to leave, Jean.

I'm sure he tells you everything that goes on in here, anyway.

Here.

Sit.

-Right.

-Now...

Why the long face?

Well, to be perfectly honest...

This.

The Red Menace.

Yes, now let's get your file and get started on that blood work, eh?

Young people.

I expect Colin Doyle was involved somehow?

And why would you say that?

He's been causing problems for the Ken Farmers

and the Patrick Tynemans of the world for years.

The Capitalist and the Communist.

What do any of them know?

At least I've been to Russia.

Don't look at me like that, Jean.

I haven't always been an old maid.

Besides,

the trip was all rather rudely interrupted by the revolution.

-SHE GASPS

-Sounds very dangerous.

Well, at least I didn't have to go

to all the trouble of learning Russian.

Well? You'd better take some blood while I still have some.

Yes, of course. Jean, would you mind...?

You know what serves belief even more than self-interest?

Survival.

Awfully cynical of you, Agnes.

Human nature.

It ruins everything.

You really think whoever it was could have moved the body on a bike?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

-You ready?

-Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

Hey, listen, how did you get on with those paint tins?

No trace of acid in any of them.

Doyle was released several hours ago. Ah!

Sorry.

Can we...can we go back inside now?

Yes, of course. It was worth a try, though.

That was Constable Simmons.

There's a disturbance at Colin Doyle's.

I don't suppose you're riding the bike there.

What happens in Ballarat stays in Ballarat, mate, you know?

-YELLING

-Get him!

-Oh, my nose!

Hey!

-He broke my nose!

-Have you got him, Charlie?

-Yeah.

It was supposed to be a Eureka picnic.

I didn't expect Charlie to charge in and make a scene.

Yes...

Um, thank you, Jean.

Mattie, you should know.

Doyle made sure the police would be there.

They used the Bromley boy to get to his uncle.

They used you to get to your father.

I'm sorry, but that's the truth of it.

Perhaps you could drive Mattie to the club, Lucien.

Yes, of course. It would be my pleasure.

I thought you got lost.

Gentlemen, my daughter, Matilda.

And of course the man of the hour, Lucien Blake.

Lucien, would you care to join us for dinner?

I'm sure no-one would mind.

No, not at all.

The more the merrier.

Really, I...I...

would love to?

That would be very nice, thank you.

I'm just going to talk to Georgie.

Well, don't be long. I need to talk to you later.

Terrible business for them.

Yes, and you had to run the story on the front page,

-Patrick.

-Oh, I'm sorry,

but a dead Commie in the park is a much better headline than

a political slogan at a factory.

Why can't people like that damned fool Doyle see that

all this is for the long-term growth of Ballarat?

The long-term growth of Australia, Ken.

The good of the Commonwealth, eh?

Stick to the surgery, Blake.

Speaking of Communism...

You were recently in China, weren't you, Blake?

-You have a daughter there if I'm not mistaken.

-Yes.

Yes, I do. Beautiful girl.

And a fascinating country.

Completely foreign in every way.

And what about you, William?

You see much of the world during your war service?

Serious injury prevented the War Office accepting me,

unfortunately.

Bullet wound in the line of duty.

Pity. Travelling really does broaden the mind.

How is your...shoulder anyhow, William?

Georgie, they used us.

That's why they invited us, to embarrass our families.

No. I'd believe it of Doyle, maybe, but Des...

Des wouldn't do that to us.

Dinner is about to be served, Miss O'Brien.

Thank you.

Good luck in there.

Thanks a lot.

Actually, this town is lucky to have a man like Patrick

looking out for it.

Yes.

I find myself thinking that very same thing

on a daily basis.

So, gentlemen -

and of course Matilda - a toast...

..to Lucien and William.

ALL: Lucien and William.

Whose quick thinking ensured no-one was hurt today.

Yes, except for your ruddy coat.

What about Des?

-Matilda.

-What?

He doesn't count because he's a Communist?

You have to admit,

the boy brought it upon himself.

OK, that's enough for me.

-I'm going to say goodnight.

-Matilda.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Communists, Matilda.

Have you taken leave of your senses?

I am in Ballarat on government business and there you are

at a Communist rally being run off by the police,

splashed across the front page of the newspaper, no less!

Dad, it was perfectly innocent.

Innocent, in what way?

I met them at the rallies during the Melbourne Peace Congress

earlier this year. They are my friends from university.

Yes, and your so-called friends tried to attack me today.

-Dad, I had no idea that...

-Their intentions are violent

and dangerous.

Sweetheart,

do you think I enjoy

spending my time keeping you out of secret files?

How do you think that reflects on me?

You keep files on people?

Don't be so naive, girl!

No, don't talk to me like that. I am not Mum.

Do not bring your mother into this.

Why not? You dragged me along to that ridiculous dinner

just like you do to her.

-I don't know how she puts up with it.

-Marriage is about compromise

and sacrifice, something you know nothing about.

Oh, and what have you EVER sacrificed for Mum?

I think you should go home, get to bed.

SHE SOBS

Georgie?

Night cap?

-Oh!

-Oh!

Wendy?

-Unusual crowd for you tonight here, sir?

-Ah, very.

And as you'd requested,

Mr Farmer's glass from the dinner table.

Excellent, Cec. Thank you.

It may be of interest -

Mr Farmer met the murdered lad in here yesterday.

-Is that right?

-Hm.

And don't look now, sir, but over your right shoulder...

Scotch. Neat, thanks.

Certainly, sir.

Enjoying yourself, are you, Blake?

Aren't you, William?

What are you even doing here?

I was invited.

Better question might be, what are you doing here?

-What, the club, you mean?

-Yes.

Oh, Patrick's put me forward for membership.

Really? Oh, good.

Be a shame if an existing member objected to your application.

Is that how you want it to be?

I thought that was the way YOU wanted it to be.

-Well, as long as we're clear where we both stand.

-Hm.

Just one more thing.

Don't ever call me William again.

Sir.

Cec, as always an absolute pleasure. Thank you.

Goodnight, William.

What on earth are you doing here?

It's humiliating.

Doyle, he...

He tried it on with me.

-When?

-Last night, at the pub.

I just thought he was being nice, but then back at the house...

Is that why he and Des fought?

I think so.

Well, Des must have been furious.

Everyone's out for themselves.

-Mattie...

-Hm?

Des wasn't furious.

Not at all.

In fact, I don't think he even cared.

I yelled at him. I told him I never wanted to see him again.

It was only when I was at the station I remembered

he had all our money.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Wendy.

I sat there all night.

I was coming back to collect my things in the morning

when I found him.

He was just lying there...

And all I could think was, "I wish I'd killed him myself."

Yes, Mattie?

What a disaster.

Listen,

when I was your age, I struggled to understand my parents, too.

Now, take dogs, for example.

All right. Dogs.

Yes, dogs. I always thought my father hated dogs.

Well, he didn't.

Turns out he loved them.

He only got rid of our dog Rosie because my mother was allergic.

I never understood.

I don't understand my mother at all.

And my father...

Every time, we have the same argument.

And every time, I just end up sounding like a petulant teenager.

HE CHUCKLES

Well, I wouldn't...I wouldn't, um...

I wouldn't worry too much about that, Mattie.

Look, parents are curious things.

And I'll tell you, one way or another,

they're with you for life.

Hm.

Well, maybe things will look a little better in the morning.

Cheers to that.

It was Wendy's.

Ah, wonderful. Thank you, Mattie.

That'll come in handy.

You know, I should have secured a sample earlier today from Joseph

-as well.

-Joe? What do you mean?

Oh, he found himself in another fight, didn't he, at Doyle's place.

And he doesn't have an alibi, either.

He's in the cells as we speak.

Um, Lucien,

if you see Joe...

..make sure he's all right.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Goodnight, Lucien.

Goodnight, Mattie.

Yeah, it's obvious Blake's hiding things.

It's like he can't help himself.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, he trusts me.

For now, at least.

Mm-hm

All right. All right, will do.

You forget I'm almost a doctor.

Which would explain why you're such a lousy patient.

How long are they going to hold me here?

That I don't know.

Mattie's worried about you, though.

Mattie?

What should I tell her, Joe?

The prisoner's wanted upstairs. Come on.

Tell her to stay away.

State your full name.

Joseph Frank Beville.

We've just been speaking with Colin Doyle.

Don't mind a fight, do you?

He kept accusing me of killing Des.

He calls me a greasy wog. Says me he doesn't like Italians.

Beville's not a very Italian name, is it?

It's Anglicised.

So your name's not...

..Giuseppe Franco Bevilacqua?

-Not any more.

-And why is that?

-Well, you tell me.

-I will.

It's because your father was a Mussolini sympathiser.

We emigrated legally after the war.

-And then you joined the CPA.

-I'm not my father!

I joined when I enrolled at university.

I believe in Communism, not Fascism.

What did Somerville have on you?

He found out about my father

and threatened to kick me out of the party.

He said I couldn't be trusted.

Sounds like you had a motive to kill him.

-For that? I don't think so!

-Well, I do think so.

And when I ask you a question, you best answer it.

We're holding you on suspicion of murder.

Take him back to his cell.

A solid confession would settle this.

Have a private chat with him, Davis.

Tell you what, mate, why don't I get this one?

Lucien, what's happening?

The Superintendent is questioning Joe as we speak.

Now, I was hoping for some answers from the saliva tests, but

I still haven't heard from Alice.

What time did Des die?

Some time before midnight.

Then Joe couldn't have done it.

You sound very certain about that.

He was with me.

Until four. At Colin Doyle's house.

Mattie, no-one's mentioned seeing you there.

That's because they didn't see me.

Did you give Joe my message?

Yes, I did. He asked me to tell you to stay out of it.

Well, that's too bad, I'm going to the station.

Well, I'm coming too.

I'll get the car.

You must be so disappointed in me.

Mattie, you mustn't think like that. I'm not your mother.

But there have been times you haven't approved of my decisions.

No.

Truth be told, there's actually been times

when I've been quite envious of you.

The way you don't let anybody dictate who you are

or where you should go.

I've never been disappointed in you.

Not for a moment.

Now, come on, we've got places to go.

Blake, what are you doing here?

I want to make a statement in the Des Somerville case.

Regarding?

Joe Beville's whereabouts the night of the murder.

I'd like to talk to Sergeant Davis if I could.

-Fine.

-Charlie, would you take Mattie somewhere more private, please?

Of course, Mrs Beazley.

Come on, Mattie.

Excuse me, sir.

Dr Harvey's on the phone for you.

Thank you, Ned.

Alice.

Yes?

What does it say?

Aminophylline? Are you quite sure?

There's a three o'clock train.

You could have told us you had an alibi.

I can't believe you didn't say anything!

I figured you'd come forward before it came to the gallows.

At least I'd hoped so.

You are a gentleman.

Don't tell anyone.

I wish things were different.

My family situation is...complicated.

But aren't they all?

You again? I thought I'd exonerated myself with the coppers.

Far as I know, you have.

Tell me, do you own a wheelbarrow?

It's in the back.

-Good. Mind if we take a look?

-Why?

Come on, humour me. Anyhow, if you didn't kill Des Somerville,

what have you got to lose?

Wait here.

It's gone.

Of course it has.

Ah, eureka.

Doc!

Here, Charlie.

What have you found?

Just bear with me one moment.

I think Des Somerville was killed right here.

The killer put him into Mr Doyle's wheelbarrow,

which is now missing, and transported him to the memorial site.

I'll let the boss know.

Georgie.

Oh, did you hurt yourself?

No, it's nothing.

I think perhaps it might be everything.

My uncle's waiting.

Des wasn't quite the person you thought he was, was he?

Probably why everyone thought he'd make a good politician.

He should have been a Bromley.

He was better at it than me.

Well, you may have a worker's ideals, Georgie,

but you don't have a worker's hands.

I know how you got those blisters.

-I don't know what...

-Why did you do it?

Des was your friend, your best friend, wasn't he?

-I'm sorry, I have to go.

-It must have been horrific...

..seeing your friend's skull crack open,

the blood pouring out onto the ground,

realising that you'd done this terrible thing,

that you'd killed a man with one blow -

GEORGIE COUGHS ending his life, ruining your own.

You destroyed everything you knew with one punch.

And yet before you hit him, there was a scuffle, wasn't there?

He held you in a headlock, didn't he?

But you bit him on the arm.

Georgie.

Georgie, we tested the saliva.

It contained traces of aminophylline.

That's the active ingredient in your asthma inhaler.

He was using me. He even said so.

He laughed in my face and called me a pathetic rich kid.

Soon as my money stopped, he just threw me away.

He was playing everyone, Georgie.

Now, after you struck him,

you moved the body, didn't you?

'Georgie, stop.'

Don't say another word.

Mr Farmer.

You knew the whole time, didn't you?

Georgie was cut off weeks ago, but you've been protecting him

ever since Des was killed,

buying him off the same way you were trying to buy off Des.

You're as fanatical as them, Blake.

-Come on, Georgie.

-Is it true?

-Come on, I said.

-Did you pay Des?

-You'll be running forever, Georgie.

-Shut up, Blake.

No, why don't you shut up? I knew what I was doing.

-I did it.

-Be quiet, you idiot!

I want to confess to the murder of Des Somerville.

Sergeant.

William...

-HE CHUCKLES

-There's been a terrible mix up.

There's nothing to worry about here.

We both know it's too late for that, Mr Farmer.

By the time we're done here,

no magistrate in the country will even put this case to trial, Munro.

And you know it.

Perhaps, Mr Farmer, perhaps.

Of course, with Georgie's confession,

the marks on his hands...and this...

..forensic testing will match the saliva on this

to the bite mark we saw on Des's arm.

I'd bet my reputation on it.

Saliva testing?

And when were you going to tell me about that?

I did try to tell you, Superintendent,

but you didn't want your report in two days' time, or three days' time.

You wanted it now.

Sit down.

You have good instincts, Davis.

Thank you, sir.

Finding those prints on the edge of the barrow you recovered,

on that watering can, that was nice work.

You know that wasn't just me, though.

You should be thanking the Doc as well.

Don't worry, Davis. I'll thank the doctor in good time.

Right now, I'm thanking you by asking

how you feel about a transfer back to Melbourne for detective training.

Bonehead, sir?

That's the one.

You don't have to make a decision right away.

But have a think about it.

About what's best for your family.

Mattie.

Your father's here.

Martin, please, come on in.

I'll leave you both alone for a moment.

Right, well, I'll get straight to the point.

Your mother and I feel that

it's time that you came home to Melbourne.

My work is here.

We can change that.

I like it here.

-And I'm studying for my degree.

-It's social work, Matilda.

It's time for you to settle down,

think about children, marriage.

I'm not sure that's what I want.

Well, what on earth do you want?

I don't want us to keep having this same fight, over and over.

And neither do I.

Your mother and I, we miss you and we worry about you.

But you don't have to. I'm perfectly safe here.

It's not that, Mattie.

Being a parent,

raising you, is the most important thing that I've ever done and I...

I'd hate to think that you might miss out on having that

for yourself.

Now, your blood results.

Apart from an iron deficiency, you're as fit as a Mallee bull.

Now, we could talk about iron injections, but I think diet's best.

Liver would certainly help.

I find food tedious.

Agnes, please, before you go...

Would you mind terribly if I asked you something?

No time like the present, Lucien.

I've recently found some...

..inconsistencies in my mother's medical records. Now,

I was always told she died from appendicitis.

I'm not sure that's the truth.

Lucien,

sometimes if you dig,

you find there's a reason something was buried in the first place.

That's not going to stop you, is it?

Your parents...

loved each other very much,

but they were very different people.

Genevieve was outgoing and,

well,

frankly...she liked a drink.

I can't condemn her for that.

It was the drinking that killed her, Lucien.

Diabetes, you see.

One night they were at a party.

Genevieve was having a nice time.

Too nice a time, as it turned out.

Thomas found it tiresome and he left.

It wasn't a problem. He often did that.

She overdid things by quite some margin.

And before anyone could do anything,

she was gone.

Diabetic coma, I was told.

No-one ever told you?

No.

No, I...

But thank you, Agnes, thank you.

I s'pose I'm just a bit...

Well, I feel as if I didn't know them at all.

Oh, smells delicious.

-Well, Jean's a great cook.

-Well,

the proof is in the tasting.

Lucien? Are you all right?

Yes. Yes, of course.

-Looks wonderful, Jean.

-Thank you.

Right.

Who's for some chook?