Darkness Visible The Doctor Blake Mysteries

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Edward!

Where are you, Franklin?

-Franklin!

-Jesus! What do you think you're doing?

-Put that down...

-Stay out of this!

Edward! Edward, there's no need for this!

Ah! Oh...

Where are you, Franklin?

For God's sake, Edward!

Edward, stop this!

For God's sake, you don't need to do this.

Edward, I...

-Neville Franklin.

-Wasn't he...?

-A friend of your father's.

I was going to say a magistrate. Married? Children?

Worshipful Master of the Ballarat Masonic Lodge.

Doesn't leave much room for anything else.

Patrick, are you all right?

Edward did not do this.

I was with him the entire time.

While all this was going on?

-What was he doing here?

-Neville Franklin was...

his sentencing magistrate.

-And Edward's still on parole?

-Yeah.

Patrick.

-What?

-You're hurt. Why don't you sit down for a bit?

-I'm fine.

Charlie.

Boss's orders, sir.

No-one's allowed in.

If the Chief Superintendent wants us to start this investigation,

he can bloody well get here.

Thank you, Sergeant. Inspector. Doctor.

Come in.

Not you.

Well?

Presence of bloody saliva around the mouth.

Well, foam, actually.

-Foam?

-Hypersalivation, not swallowed during convulsion.

Severe displacement of the limbs.

The deceased would have been in a state of continual spasm

right up until his death.

-Sounds horrible.

-Yes, it is.

Broken glass here. And of course...

dark fluid.

That'd be wine, wouldn't it?

Yes, fancy that. It probably would be.

A Bordeaux, by the looks of things, and...

-Gosh, quite a reasonable vintage.

-Cause of death.

Poisoning of some kind, judging by the state of the body.

I'll know more once I've completed the relevant toxicology.

Report. On my desk.

What?

Why was he keeping us out of this room?

Neville was already dead when we got here.

Look, I was with Edward the entire time.

-There is no way he could have done this.

-Thank you, Mr Tyneman.

Patrick, did you both come by car?

No. I...I drove. Edward came on foot.

Who arrived first?

Edward.

And where was he when you got here?

Well, he was in the house.

He threatened to kill Neville.

Davis.

Edward Tyneman.

I'm arresting you for the murder of Neville Franklin.

-Oh, come on!

-Patrick!

-You don't have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be written down and used against you

as evidence.

Damn it, Charlie, I'm telling you the man's dangerous.

Doc.

I was first on the scene at Franklin's house.

Got there just before the Superintendent did.

How long were you in that room?

Ten seconds, at most.

Then he arrived, ordered me to stand guard

and he closed the door after me.

When he opened the door again,

I could swear there was something different.

-And what was it?

-I don't know.

I could hear him moving things around the room.

Try to remember, Charlie. It's ever so important.

Well I've been racking my...

-Chief Superintendent here?

-Ah, he's in the interview room, sir.

No, we'll wait in his office.

Young Blake, isn't it?

Well, not so young any more, I'm afraid.

Mm, good. I knew your parents.

Come, gentlemen. Come.

Tell William we're here.

-Who the hell was that?

-Jock Clement.

That's Jock Clement? Now I've come across his name.

And Wallace Llewellyn. Senior and Junior Wardens of the Lodge.

Munro must have brought them in.

I've been filling the doc in

on the Superintendent's behaviour at the crime.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

This is new.

Yes.

My guess is strychnine.

The victim convulses...

..until they can no longer breathe. The heart arrests.

They're conscious throughout.

And it can take quite a while.

Have you seen this on one of your mysterious trips?

I read about it in a book.

Well, there's a facial abrasion.

Yes, around the base of the nose, extending up the right cheek.

And laceration to the inner lip.

He fell.

-Hit something.

-Or someone clamped his mouth shut.

To drown out his screams?

All right, Alice, are you ready?

Thank you, Alice.

You know, there appears to be

some damage to the oesophagus here, too.

Cause?

I'm not sure yet.

Bloods and urine.

Analysis will take a day or two.

Why so long?

-Toxicologist is getting married.

-Oh.

Stomach contents?

METALLIC THUD

What was that?

That was a good question.

It was shoved down his throat.

Explains the damage to the oesophagus.

And where's the other half?

I don't recognise the currency.

That's because it's a Masonic coin.

I assume you'll be taking this with you.

Yes.

Um, Alice, I don't suppose...

I have the test results on the soil from your mother's grave?

I said I'd call you when they arrive.

Perhaps I wasn't going to ask you about that.

It's nearly all you talk about these days.

Am I wrong?

Well then.

Now, dinner's at six o'clock.

Or seven, or eight, or not at all, depending on when he gets home.

He doesn't keep regular hours, then?

No, I'm afraid not.

Now, I told you where the clean linen is.

You did, and you need to go.

Thank you, Evelyn.

Ahh!

Jean.

Mrs Toohey.

Well, I'll be staying at the Soldiers Hill Hotel

until the day after tomorrow.

Thank you.

Lucien.

Jean.

I was, um...

How's the hotel?

It's fine.

I don't like the scones, though.

Now, um, you head off, er, the day after tomorrow?

Yes.

How about I take you to the bus stop?

No, no, it's fine, Lucien.

Jean.

Look, I know I...

I know I've been, um, preoccupied of late.

And...

Well, preoccupied.

Good afternoon, Lucien.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yes.

A Mr Tyneman to see you.

He doesn't have an appointment.

Patrick.

Where's Mrs Beazley?

She's, uh...

..moving to Adelaide.

That's a pity.

I quite liked her.

Edward's not going to survive going back to jail.

He's not sleeping now. He washes his hands all the time.

He can't control his temper.

Why was he at Franklin's?

Cec Drury called me from the club.

Edward was there, drinking with a mate.

He announced he was going to kill Franklin

and I jumped into the car straightaway.

He's been out of prison a while. Why go now?

Franklin contacted Edward's parole officer.

He was going to have Edward's parole revoked.

-Doesn't look good, Patrick.

-Yeah, I know how it looks.

Edward's just not capable of something like this.

-LOWERS VOICE:

-And I don't trust Munro.

You should probably see this.

Franklin's letter to Edward's parole office.

I...took it off his desk.

-And you're trusting me with it?

-I'm worried about my son, Blake.

-You be all right?

-Yes. Yes, Charlie, thank you.

Edward.

Now if Chief Superintendent Munro asks, you were feeling unwell.

Sergeant Davis brought me down to check up on you, all right?

You got me sent to jail.

Yes.

And you were guilty then.

The question now is...

Did you murder Neville Franklin? Now...

Do you know what happened?

Now, this wasn't an easy death.

No, this took timing. Eh?

It took patience, it took planning...

Jesus!

I'll kill you.

I'll shove a knife so far up you, and I'll twist it around...

Edward, please, calm down.

Your father doesn't believe you killed him and neither do I.

Why don't you think that I killed him?

Guesswork.

Your father's worried.

Well, then he should have said something when they expelled me

from the Masons.

Oh, he didn't tell you?

Franklin organised a meeting.

And they kicked me out.

And Dad said nothing.

I see.

I'm afraid that only gives you more motive.

Oh, there were a few of 'em there.

There was Franklin,

Clement, Llewellyn, Dad.

I mean, maybe I want to kill all of them.

Maybe I'm going through them all one by one.

Edward, could I see your hands?

Please, I promise...I promise I won't hurt you.

That's it.

It's all right.

EDWARD BREATHES DEEPLY

Good man.

Ah!

How dare you touch me?

You disgusting piece of filth!

You have to release Edward Tyneman.

Since his time in jail,

he's developed several phobias and compulsions.

God knows what happened to him in there.

He is now incapable of skin-on-skin contact with any other human being.

So?

Neville Franklin was poisoned with strychnine,

but someone clamped his mouth shut when he was dying.

This would have involved touching his lips,

handling bloody saliva, watching while he convulsed!

He could have worn gloves.

Too confronting for Edward Tyneman. He's not your man.

-This your report?

-Yes, it is.

Then that'll be all.

Jock Clement was in here to see you earlier. Why?

Because he's the most senior member of the Ballarat Lodge.

And he's a personal friend of mine.

Did he ask you to keep the Masons out of it?

Of course it's all right to accuse Edward Tyneman,

seeing as he's no longer a brother.

Do you know where Edward Tyneman was before he went drinking at the club?

You're accusing him or murdering Franklin,

then returning to the house to use his father as an alibi?

No more far fetched than some of the things you've suggested.

Anything else, Doctor?

No. No, it's all in the report.

Charlie.

Can't stay. I'll tell Mrs Toohey you'll be home for dinner.

-Doc.

-Yes?

Got a phone call for you.

That bloke from the Masons? He's been ringing the boss.

Three times so far.

Jock Clement?

He's asking questions about the crime scene.

Ah, here's that phone message for you, Doc.

Bring it here, Sergeant.

Thank you, Charlie.

The test results on the soil from your mother's grave.

The usual trace elements, but higher than normal levels of alkaloid.

What kind of alkaloid?

Indications suggest it was strychnine.

Increasing in concentration with proximity to her body.

Enough to suggest...?

That's how she died.

Cause of death was listed as

complications from an unknown illness.

-The doctor who autopsied her...

-Jock Clement.

I have a copy of the certificate.

You know him?

Two deaths. Both strychnine.

40 years apart.

Lucien.

She may have taken it on purpose.

Alice, you know how Franklin died.

She would have died the same way.

Now you're quite sure Jock Clement's going to be here?

Jock Clement?

-CHUCKLING:

-He's always here.

Thank you, Patrick.

I spoke to Edward. He didn't kill Franklin.

Munro won't hear of it, of course.

You know, Munro and Doug Ashby had a bit of a row in the club

a few days ago.

Is that right? What about?

Oh, I don't know.

Patrick, by the way, better get rid of this.

You said you found it on Franklin's desk.

It was underneath his diary.

Diary? There was no diary.

Big black thing. You couldn't miss it.

-This man isn't a brother.

-It's all right, he's with me.

And anyway, he'll wait in the hall while the meeting's in session.

So why do you need to speak to Jock?

I have some questions. Ah, Cec.

Oh, has sir become a brother now?

No, here on business.

Well, that explains it then, sir.

Ah, thank you, Mrs Llewellyn.

No, thank you.

Cec.

Cec organises drinks for our socials.

You'd know the mayor over there, of course.

Jenner, chair of the Industry Association.

Anyone here I haven't insulted at some point?

No, probably not.

Excuse me, Jock.

Lucien Blake.

Ah, young Blake.

-Come, join us.

-Thank you.

I'll leave you gentlemen to it.

Ah, Wallace Llewellyn, our Junior Warden.

-How do you do?

-Pleasure.

Well, what can we do for you?

Well, police matters, I'm afraid.

You obviously knew Neville Franklin.

Oh, yes, he was initiated a couple of months before I was.

A long time ago, though.

We were both up for the post of Worshipful Master,

just a couple of weeks ago.

Yes, of course.

The position went to him, not you.

-Must have been a disappointment.

-Yes. Yes, it was, it was.

Any bad feelings?

Oh, absolutely.

And then I bought him a drink.

THEY CHUCKLE Of course.

A Bordeaux, perhaps. Wasn't that his drink of choice?

-LAUGHING:

-No.

Tonic, with lime.

Neville was a teetotal.

Oh, I see.

Mr Clement, tell me.

Have you seen...

have you seen this before?

-HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-Eh...

Wallace, would you ask that wife of yours to bring me

-another glass of claret?

-Of course.

Where did you get this?

Where's the rest of it?

It was missing?

It was stolen.

From one of the cabinets. They broke the lock.

Perhaps you should have reported it.

Well, yes, I did, to your superintendent.

Whoever took it left no prints.

Speaking of Chief Superintendent Munro,

would you describe him as a friend?

-CHUCKLING:

-We're all brothers here.

Yes.

Some 40-odd years ago, as a young registrar, I underst...

-WHISPERS:

-We're ready to start in a few minutes.

Oh, yes. Excuse me, Lodge business to attend to.

Certainly.

I'm guessing you'll become Worshipful Master

here at the Lodge, now that Neville's dead.

Yes, perhaps. Why?

No reason.

May I help?

Ohh!

I am sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

Dr Lucien Blake, police surgeon.

Clare Llewellyn.

-I knew your father.

-Yeah, I hear that a lot.

Do you know, I had a wonderful housekeeper.

She was much smarter than me,

and the very least I could do was dry the dishes from time to time.

Do you work here?

Wallace seemed to think that it might reflect well on him.

And has it?

Apparently, I'm not well liked.

Something went missing,

and Mr Clement and Mr Franklin thought that I took it.

A coin?

Perhaps.

Clare, tell me.

How did you get on with Mr Franklin?

Not terribly well, I'm guessing.

I was either too forward or too miserable.

Upset the Lodge members, apparently.

Where were you earlier today, Clare, around lunchtime?

-Did you want to harm Mr Franklin?

-Clare!

Where's... What's going on?

Mr Llewellyn, I was just chatting

with your wife about Neville Franklin.

I think it's time you left.

Please don't take this out on your wife, Mr Llewellyn.

I was simply asking some questions.

She can do without that, especially now.

Hang on a minute. What do you mean, especially now?

Has something happened?

Good afternoon, Doctor.

-Trouble, Wallace?

-Not at all, Mr Ashby.

The meeting will be in a few minutes.

I see you've been offending people again.

Doug, what's this meeting about?

Voting on the new Worshipful Master.

I think you'll find the door locked next time you try to get in.

Good to see you, Doctor.

Well, this looks wonderful.

Thank you, Mrs Toohey.

Does the doctor know dinner's ready?

I ran into him in the hallway, told him that I'd spent half the day

cleaning up that dusty old studio

and that dinner was nearly on the table.

Oh, he growled at me!

Second time today.

He can be a little difficult sometimes.

He doesn't mean anything by it.

Why don't you join us for dinner?

Oh, you're very kind, but I have my own house.

If there's nothing else, I'll say goodnight.

-Thank you, Mrs Toohey.

-Goodnight.

BREAKING GLASS Oh, for the love of God!

Meddling woman!

Where the hell is it?

What's he up to?

-I have no idea.

-One box.

Lucien!

Lucien, are you all right?

Lucien!

Lucien?

Ah, there's a dustpan and brush in the kitchen somewhere.

I'll get it.

-What are you doing?

-Looking for my father's medical records.

That bloody woman's tidied the place up.

I can't find a damned thing.

Well, maybe she didn't know she wasn't supposed to.

-Maybe she should have.

-Well, maybe she's not Jean.

It's a quarter to four, Lucien.

It's all right, I'll take care of that. Thank you.

Charlie, Franklin's place. When you were in that room,

did you see a diary on the desk?

-Large, black bound...

-Doc,

I've been trying to picture the room,

but I can't remember a thing, I'm sorry.

Have you questioned Jock Clement?

Munro's talked to him.

But I certainly wouldn't call it an interview.

I am telling you, something is going on at that lodge.

You should also talk to Clare Llewellyn.

-You come across her, Mattie?

-I don't think so.

Well, possible undiagnosed psychiatric condition there,

I can tell you.

You know,

strychnine's readily available.

But it's so bitter.

You'd know if you were drinking it.

I think it was forced on Neville Franklin.

It was how my mother died, too.

Strychnine used to be prescribed as a pick-me-up.

You're asking if she took a deliberate overdose?

I don't know.

I don't...

I don't know. Anyhow, I've woken you both up.

You should both go to bed. I'll...I'll take care of this later.

Sorry we couldn't help, Doc.

That's all right, Charlie. We'll work it out...somehow.

Thank you.

Had he been drinking?

A little.

But you know, that business with his mother, it...

You know, Mattie, he was only ten years old when his mother died.

She was a force of life, apparently.

His father shipped him off to boarding school

one week after she died.

I don't think he ever forgave himself.

Lucien didn't.

He was asking Charlie and I for answers.

Names and details.

Who ran the Masons, when, who got along, who didn't.

-That sort of thing?

-Yes.

But more than that...

He misses you.

-I've promised Christopher.

-We know you have.

My son needs me, Mattie.

It's not the same without you there.

I know.

Hello there.

I hope I didn't get you into too much trouble yesterday.

How did you get my address?

It was on your patient file from when you saw my father.

Can we talk?

My father obviously liked you.

I think he felt bad he couldn't help you.

No-one's able to help.

I'm either out of control or I can't get out of bed.

Happens every now and then, doesn't it? Sort of...in cycles.

You too?

Well, more so in the past.

You said Mr Franklin accused you of stealing...

It was Mr Clement.

You'd think my own husband might defend me, wouldn't you?

But they've...they've had

their little vote now and they've got what they wanted.

Everyone's happy now.

What they wanted? What do you mean?

Mr Clement's the new Worshipful Master.

My Wallace is Deputy Warden.

They've been planning this for ages.

Clare.

Did you steal that coin?

No.

Is it possible Mr Clement or your husband stole the coin?

They both have keys.

Are there any lodge records, information about that coin,

why it's so special? Something that might tell us...

All records are kept...

They're kept in the court.

It's where they have their grand meetings.

Sometimes, when I look at them,

I just get so angry,

and I don't know what I might do if...

KEYS IN DOOR, FOLDER CLOSES

DOOR CREAKS

Hello?

What the hell are you doing?!

I thought you were going to kill me!

This arrived in the mail this morning.

Was there a note?

I think the meaning's rather clear, don't you?

Where did you find the other half?

Inside Neville Franklin's stomach.

Someone forced him to swallow it.

Then I rest my case.

Tell me...

Why does this coin mean so much to you?

It was my initiation coin.

When you're initiated, you have to have nothing in your pockets.

They check to make sure.

Then at some point, they say to be accepted,

you have to make payment, no matter how small.

-But they've made sure you...

-Yes, they let you squirm.

Then a brother steps forward,

gives you a ceremonial coin to buy passage.

-Why?

-Oh, it shows you can always rely on your fellow Masons for help.

That was my coin.

Neville Franklin gave it to me.

Thank you.

How did you get in here?

I had a key.

Whose?

Listen, all those years ago...

..you signed my mother's death certificate.

You know how she died.

Strychnine poisoning.

Same as Neville Franklin.

But you lied.

You lied to the police. You lied to my father.

Your father had just lost his wife.

He didn't need to know that she'd taken her own life.

You're saying it was suicide?

Your mother was a...

a very charming woman.

Neville made a damned fool of himself pining after her.

But charming women can be unstable.

I blame Doug Ashby for her death.

'Your father was a good man.'

But we all loved your mother.

'Oh, he was with her the night she died.

'Neville was giving a party.'

Your father left early.

Your mother continued drinking.

Doug was supposed to keep an eye on her.

What happened?

He drank too much.

Fell asleep.

Did you know my mother was friends with Doug Ashby?

Your father talked about it.

'When he woke up,'

he found her in the next room.

She was already dying.

We did our best to bring her back.

Doug...

..hasn't told me any of this.

Would you?

How did you cover it up? I mean, strychnine is...

Strychnine.

Oh, strychnine is a terrible way to die.

The physical signs are very hard to cover up.

Yes.

I wrote the death certificate...

..and that was that.

Very sad, Lucien.

But a very long time ago.

Neville said something

about a diary he was writing in the last few weeks.

Do you know anything about it?

A diary? What kind of diary?

Oh, I don't know. Lodge business, members' details.

Your boss seemed fairly cagey when I mentioned it.

You think it's important?

No, I don't think so.

Right, well, I'll certainly look into it.

Well done, young Blake.

-Your father would have been proud of you.

-You! You!

SHE SOBS

Jock, are you all right?

Between you and...

you and my wallet...

..I've been saved.

You can't interview her. She's not fit.

She's not sound of mind!

What do we have on him?

Well, he tampered with the crime scene.

We think Munro took a diary from Franklin's desk,

-at Jock Clement's request.

-Well, we need more than that.

Oh, something's going on in that place.

Munro's trying to pin this

on some poor woman who's suffering from a manic depressive psychosis.

It's absolutely outrageous.

And if you don't want to help me, Davis, you can go to hell.

Step outside, Davis.

Now.

Clare Llewellyn has made a full confession

to the murder of Neville Franklin.

She's also implicated Edward Tyneman.

Lawson.

Given recent events, you are now surplus to requirements.

You'll be taking early retirement.

Doctor.

Do you deny speaking to Clare Llewellyn

an hour before the attack on John Clement took place?

Do you deny entering the lodge without permission?

Of course not.

Incitement to violence, trespass, tampering with evidence.

These are all chargeable offences.

I'm not the one who's been tampering with evidence.

The Masonic coin you took from Neville Franklin's body.

Give it to me.

I've seen dozens of men like you.

Yeah, you like to pretend you're some white knight.

But you just can't live with the consequences.

That's the difference between you and me.

I'm removing you from all duties as police surgeon as of this moment.

Get out.

TV MURMURS

Mrs Toohey.

Oh, you're home early, Doctor.

I've just been fired.

Tell me something. Do you know how to make scones?

Of course I do. I'll whip up a batch.

No, no, no, it's all right. I don't want you to make them.

I want to make them, but I don't...

Do you think you could show me how?

Lucien?

Jean.

I know I have no right to just

show up like this, but I...

my...my head is swimming.

One thing blurs into the next.

I've been finding it very hard to...

Well, to see anything else.

Did Evelyn bake those?

No, I...I did.

With Mrs Toohey's help, of course.

So you're trying to find a connection between Neville Franklin

and your mother's death.

And perhaps I'm trying to find patterns where there aren't any.

Yes.

They're not too bad.

Where shall we start?

Clare Llewellyn.

No!

She tried to stab Jock Clement.

Yes, but poisoning's a very different thing.

Ah, really?

-Considered it yourself from time to time, have you?

-I might've.

Then there's that business with the coin, no, I can't see it.

What connection does she have to my mother? I mean,

Jock Clement, Neville Franklin.

Clare was a young woman who wasn't accepted,

who was always trying to fit in.

Just like your mother. Maybe that's the connection.

-Edward Tyneman.

-No.

Don't want to wildly accuse him just because he's a Tyneman?

No, no, no, no, not this time.

Edward has developed an extreme aversion to human contact

-of any kind.

-Oh!

Expelled from the lodge by Mr Franklin,

not defended by his father.

Still, I suppose a man like that's more likely to harm himself.

I always said you were smarter than me.

Mm.

Now, where were we? Ahh, Clare's husband, Wallace Llewellyn.

Now, I got the feeling he wanted to take a swing at me.

-Tell him to join the queue.

-Thank you.

We don't know enough about him.

Oh, I don't know enough about anyone, it would seem.

Doug Ashby. Now, Doug gave me a key, and he was there when my mother died.

He was a friend of your father's,

and your mother died 40 years ago, Lucien.

I just can't see her swallowing that poison.

-Doesn't sound like her to me.

-Well, Jean, you never met her.

No, but your father talked about her all the time.

She was difficult, fierce.

But he never described her as morbid.

Do you know, I'm beginning to think that...

they were just

two very different kinds of people.

-That can work.

-Do you think?

She loved your father very much.

And she loved you. She would never have left you.

Now, is that all?

Morning, Cec.

Ah, morning, sir. Will you be requiring breakfast?

Not today, thank you. I have a couple of questions.

Um, pertaining to my parents, as a matter of fact.

What were their feelings towards Neville Franklin?

I understand he was quite besotted with my mother.

No, sir, no, sir, it was Mr Clement who was besotted.

Mr Ashby had to take him aside and warn him.

Doug was always a great defender of your mother's.

Jock Clement? You're quite sure?

Well, he couldn't stay away from her.

We felt quite embarrassed for him.

Right. One more thing, Cec.

Do you see much demand for Bordeaux?

No-one seems to like it much any more, sir.

Although, I did have a request for a bottle last week.

Quite out of the blue.

You know that was your mother's favourite tipple.

Who asked you for it?

May I have a draught of that?

You poisoned Neville Franklin.

Revenge for the murder of my mother.

Yup.

What the hell were you thinking, Doug? You're a copper!

I found her.

She was in convulsions.

I thought it was my fault.

She was MY mother. This was for me to solve!

How could you?

Jock murdered your mother.

Franklin was complicit.

They'd laid out all the alibis.

Made me feel like I'd failed her.

Which I had.

You sent Jock Clement the other half of that coin.

And I suppose you're not going to give me the chance to use it on him.

What would you have done, Lucien,

if you realised they were going to get away with it, hmm?

I don't know, Doug. I don't know.

You do know that whatever you'd done, it wouldn't have been enough.

No. You'd never prove it, you know.

He'll deny it all!

Munro.

Munro took a diary from Franklin's desk.

Jock Clement wants it. Now why?

Jock and Neville fell out about a year ago. Maybe...

..Neville was writing things down,

for insurance.

Do you have any allies left in the station?

-I can take you.

-It's not a problem, Mattie.

They're to go outside, please.

Lucien would be here as well.

Yes, I know. But he has other business to attend to.

Young Blake, what are you doing here?

You were...obsessed with my mother.

You tried forcing her into having an affair.

She refused.

So you poisoned her.

Neville Franklin wrote it all down.

He thought you were going to do him in over who became Lodge leader.

So he wanted some insurance. This...

this diary.

Superintendent Munro is very keen to get his hands on it.

Seems everyone's after some insurance these days.

What do you want, Blake?

I want the life you took from my mother,

my father, the life you took from Dough Ashby

and the life you took from me.

I don't fancy your chances.

Hmm? Give it to me.

Now.

-You've no idea, have you?

-HE CHUCKLES

Just like your mother.

Look at you.

Never married.

Never loved.

Never cared.

The one woman...

the only woman who caught your eye, you poisoned...

Uh-uh-uh-uh. That's close enough.

How does it feel, old man?

To live for so long, for what?

Don't think that I won't kill you too.

Well, for your sake, you're going to have to.

Put the gun down, Mr Clement.

No-one will miss you.

No-one will care.

You'll leave nothing behind. Nothing.

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

Ohh.

That's me, then.

Doug!

Doug. Doug, I'm sorry.

Don't be. Nothing for me here now.

If he denies it...

..you've got him on this.

I loved her.

Lucien?

Lucien?

Chief Superintendent Munro, you are now required to accompany us

to answer the charges of tampering with evidence,

obstructing an investigation and associating with known criminals.

Do you think Command in Melbourne will accept this?

Well, it was their idea.

Thanks for that.

I suppose you're quite happy with yourself.

You seem convinced...

..that the world is a place full of guilt,

lies and deceit.

A place where there are no second chances, no excuses.

How unfortunate for you.

I REFUSE to see the world that way.

I genuinely believe people are worth fighting for.

That's the difference between you and me.

Goodbye, William.

-DRIVER:

-Miss, we have to go, I'm afraid.

BUS STOPS

-Jean, I...

-No, don't say anything.

Not yet.