Lucky Numbers The Doctor Blake Mysteries

RADIO PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND

Elizabeth, come on.

Oh, don't forget your lunch.

(Oh, good luck. Here. Give me a kiss.)

Bye, Mum!

STICK CLATTERS AGAINST RAILINGS

METALLIC RATTLING

Mummy!

RADIO PLAYS FAINTLY

Mummy?

-So, you found Elizabeth in the kitchen?

-Ah, yes. Yes, I did.

I was terrified!

To think that this could happen in my neighbourhood!

-Right. Mrs Gilmore, you were telling me...

-I was in my backyard.

-And...

-Mrs Gilmore.

You were telling me about Elizabeth's mother, Mrs...

Oh. Judith. Yes, Mrs Chapman.

Her husband's Laurie Chapman. I presume he's at work, at the moment,

although he hardly needs to work any more.

-Laurie Chapman who won the...

-PHONE RINGS

Excuse me for a minute.

PHONE RINGS

Chapman house. Sergeant Davis.

Listen up if you want to see her alive.

Who is this?

I said, listen. Judith's been kidnapped.

She's going to be chopped up unless I get 50,000 quid.

Is Mrs Chapman all right? I need...

Shut up! I'll call at three o'clock with instructions.

Hold on, please!

Three o'clock?

HE TAPS AT THE KEYPAD

Hello?

-It's beautiful, Jean. Just wondering, though...

-Mm?

This little chap here, do you think he needs repotting?

Mm. You're getting quite good at this.

-Well, I've learnt from the best.

-Is that right?

Yes.

-And the name of this one is?

-Well, of course, yes,

that would be the um...

Well, that's your typical, garden variety,

velvety-petalled, spotted... hydrangea thing.

I think you should stick to medicine.

Maybe I should.

PHONE RINGS

-I'll get that.

-No, no, no.

You've got your hands full. I'll, um...

PHONE RINGS

Oh, look, he's got a doctor's bag.

Blake!

Judith Chapman, wife of Laurie Chapman.

THE Laurie Chapman.

-The Lottery winner?

-Very same.

We're trying to locate the next of kin.

Right.

£50,000, that's...

-That's a lot of money.

-Mm.

And this bloke wants all of it.

Not enough here to suggest he's dead, I would've thought.

No, there's no arterial spray pattern.

This suggests more of a superficial wound.

But this is odd, Frank.

The blood here, it's lying in intact or complete drops.

In other words, the blood has landed on the knife.

-You mean after the knife was already on the floor?

-Exactly, yes.

We'll get it to Dr Harvey after you've checked for prints.

-Everything still in place for three o'clock?

-Yes, sir.

I've spoken to the exchange and I'll be there when the kidnapper calls.

OK, good. Good work.

Elizabeth, in the kitchen,

you didn't cut yourself on any of those broken plates, did you?

No? That's good.

I tell you what, you're being very, very brave

and I get the feeling you might be very, very clever too.

-Wouldn't you say, Frank?

-Oh, I think she's very clever.

Yes. So, I need you to do something for us. I need you to think,

have there been any other unusual telephone calls?

No? And Mummy hasn't had any arguments,

perhaps at the shops or...

Or at your school?

No, sir.

No.

And, apart from in the kitchen,

have you seen or noticed anything unusual, anything at all?

Mrs Gilmore usually shouts at me over the fence,

but today she came in.

She said she was coming to complain about a stick banging on her fence.

Oh. Well, I'm sure your father will be here very, very soon.

I just want my mum.

-Thanks ever so much.

-Thank you.

G'day, fellas. Chief Superintendent Carlyle. This is Dr Blake.

We're looking for Laurie Chapman. Either of you know where he is?

He's not in his office?

Then, no, sorry.

-Did he come in today?

-He must've gone out.

We'll get him to call the station. Kick her in the guts, mate.

Sure.

Hang on, hang on. I'm not done with you two yet.

Laurie's a good bloke. Leave him alone.

Right! Back here!

Names. Now!

Weston. Cliff Weston.

Tom O'Reilly.

What time did Laurie leave?

Laurie's not in any trouble. This is an urgent family matter.

Now, do either of you know him well?

I went to school with him.

And we all played footy with him.

-And we worked with him. He used to be a mechanic here with us.

-Right.

Do you know his wife Judith?

No? Do you have any idea where he might be?

This really is an emergency.

You could try the Bendigo office.

Wasn't that hard, now, was it?

Grew up on Grimstead Street. Wrong side of the tracks.

Champion footy player. Played VFL. Retired due to injury.

Did his knee. Tough as nails, Laurie Chapman.

Yes, that's great. But have we had the pleasure of his company before?

No, sir, not even as a kid. Moved to this address a year ago.

What about the neighbour? Has she been any more help?

Not really. Even after Davis told her he was a sergeant

and not just a constable.

Lucien, we may need your bedside manner on this.

Of course. What do we know about her family?

Charlie's tracking down her mother, Irene Henderson.

-And the knife?

-We compared the prints to samples from the house.

All Mrs Chapman's.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello? Ballarat Police.

-No-one's talking, no prints

and, thanks to this bloody rag, no shortage of suspects.

Hm.

"Lucky Laurie."

"Ballarat's own Laurie Chapman from..."

Oh, for the love of God! They printed his address!

-Anyone in Ballarat could've done it!

-Anyone in the state. Yeah?

The Bendigo office called.

Laurie Chapman didn't go to the meeting today, he called in sick.

Right. Circulate his rego and details.

A message for you, Doc.

Thank you, Ned.

Wonderful.

A knife?

Normally at least I get a body to work with.

Well, let's just be thankful there isn't a body this time.

I completed the blood agglutination test, as you asked.

-It's type O.

-Right. Which is very common.

However, Judith is type B.

-It might be the kidnapper's blood.

-Perhaps. Maybe she stabbed at them.

I found something else on the blade.

Intracellular protein structure is...

is cooked?!

-Well, then, it can't be...?

-Human. Hopefully not.

Oh, the bloody ham. You sure there's no other tissue?

-Nothing that's not cooked.

-Well, Judith definitely drew blood

so we're looking for someone with...

Scratches, a cut lip.

Yes. But who?

-Mrs Gilmore, how do you do?

-Oh!

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Dr Lucien Blake, Police Surgeon.

Oh, how lovely to meet you, Doctor.

Oh, the pleasure is all mine.

Er, Sergeant Davis has been telling me

-what a wonderful help you've been.

-Oh! I do what I can!

-Yes. Of course.

Such unpleasant business for this lovely area.

-Well, unpleasant but... Yes.

-Yes.

Not what you'd be used to around here.

-Oh, not in the past, no.

-No. Tell me,

how long have the Chapmans been here?

Well, the Chapmans are not really of this neighbourhood.

Really?

Yes, I mean, Mrs Chapman is somewhat common

and her husband's an ex-football player.

Yes. Fair to say you don't really like the Chapmans?

Oh, no, I... Oh! No, I wouldn't say that.

But they're trouble.

They attract a different type. Look, just last week,

Mrs Chapman was arguing out here with a very rough-looking fellow.

Brownish hair, unshaven?

Right. Do you recall seeing anyone else,

anyone loitering in the street causing trouble?

-DOOR SLAMS

-No.

SHE SIGHS

Different type, like I said.

The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.

Give me a hug, sweetie! Don't you worry, Bethy, darl!

Granny's here and you'll be all right.

Mrs Henderson, we are actually waiting on another call, so...

-You got everything you need, love?

-My books.

Books? Here we are.

They're Mummy's.

Oh. Anything else, Bethy, dear?

My toothbrush.

Mum calls me Elizabeth.

Oh. I'll get that. It'll be in the kitchen.

Don't touch anything in there.

We keep our toothbrushes in the bathroom.

In the bathroom?

Ah. Here we are.

Now, which one's yours?

-This one.

-I thought so.

Judith has Addison's disease.

Now, I'm no endocrinologist but I do know a thing or two about it.

The adrenal glands don't function, there's a deficiency of cortisol

so she needs regular doses of steroids.

-Otherwise?

-Otherwise she'll die.

How long?

Well, without her medication, a day, maybe two.

There's a steady decline, low blood pressure, vomiting, convulsions,

coma and death.

-All right. You take the call.

-Me?

-Yes.

-Well, Addison's disease,

you know what you're talking about far better than me.

-Also, the exchange is going to trace the call.

-Very good.

As long as we don't hang up at this end,

they'll trace the lines back to his phone

regardless of whether he hangs up or not.

But I need you to keep him talking as long as possible. That way the...

PHONE RINGS

This is Dr Lucien Blake. I'm with the police.

I want £50,000 in two brown paper bags.

Yes, but you need to know

Judith has a condition called Addison's disease.

-What?

-'Without her medication, she'll die.'

Now, please, just describe her current condition for me.

-No. She's fine. Now, look...

-'Please listen to me.'

-You need to get her some prednisone. That's prednisone.

-'What?'

-'No. Look.'

-Just ask her. She'll tell you what she needs.

Look, I tell YOU what to do, right?

Yes, yes, I understand. But you really do need to get her

-some prednisone from a chemist or a...

-'I'm not doing that!'

If you don't do what I say,

I'll tie her down so she gets chopped up!

Now, you listen to me.

If she dies, there is no money. Do you understand that?

-Now, you get the prednisone.

-'I'm not stupid!'

-Get the money!

-'All right, now, look...'

Hello?

You there?

Davis just radioed from the exchange. It's a local phone box.

All right, go. Go.

Very odd. He didn't say where to leave the money.

POLICE SIREN

TYRES SCREECH

Oh.

He really has no idea what he's doing.

-Total amateur.

-Which makes him even more dangerous.

Judith!

Who are you?

What do you mean "missing"? I should be out looking for her.

-You should be...

-I have got our best men out there searching as we speak.

The best thing you can do right now is answer a few questions.

Oh, our daughter, Elizabeth. Where's my daughter?

-She'll be worried sick.

-She's staying with her grandmother.

Right. Can you tell us where you were between 8am and 3pm today?

I was at work.

Well, no, you weren't.

You see, we've already been down the depot.

Yeah. No, no, well, I was working, just not at the depot.

I had a meeting in...in Bendigo.

Right. Was this the meeting that you called in sick for?

W-Well...

Would you care to try again?

Mr Chapman, please, just tell us where you were.

Then we can concentrate on other leads and find your wife. Yes?

I...I was with Dulcie.

-Dulcie have a second name?

-Young. Dulcie Young.

She's a conductress.

We went to Hepburn for a picnic.

I see.

So, you were having an affair...

-No!

-..and planning to run off with the money?

-No, no, I'm not running anywhere. I don't even have the money.

-Really?

That's to advertise the Lottery, OK?

This doesn't make any sense.

You know what doesn't make sense?

Is that you just happen to work directly opposite the phone booth

where the ransom call was made.

You care to explain that?

-I...

-I think it's best if you

-accompany the Senior Sergeant down the station.

-No, what about Jude?

Don't worry. We'll keep someone here just in case there is a call.

We've only had the phone two days.

Mr Weston?

Yeah?

Cliff.

-Cliff, we're looking for Dulcie.

-Over there.

-Dulcie Young?

-That's my name. Don't wear it out!

Chief Superintendent Carlyle. This is Dr Blake.

We're investigating the kidnapping of Judith Chapman.

What, you mean Laurie... er, Mr Chapman's wife?

-Do you know Judith?

-Um, no. I've never met her.

Where were you today between 8am and 3pm?

Not here. I was rostered on for the evening shift.

So where were you?

Look, I really don't have time but we can do this down the station.

-No, no. I... I can't. I'm...

-Dulcie, we're not here to judge you

or embarrass you.

We're only interested in finding Judith, all right?

Now, you need to tell us the truth.

I suppose he told you?

Well, I suppose he had to.

I was with Mr Chapman. Laurie.

We've slept together.

-We're in love.

-Right.

Do you happen to have his home telephone number?

Um, no, but it's written on his board in the office.

Look, everybody likes Laurie.

Laurie never sack anyone, report them or complain?

No. The only person he complained about was his mother-in-law.

All considered, Bethy's OK.

Feeling cooped up, but I thought it best to keep her indoors.

The kids around here are a bit tougher.

Mrs Henderson, tell me, do you have Laurie and Judith's phone number?

Yeah, I've got it written down. Somewhere.

Have you given that out to anyone or ever used it yourself?

No.

-We don't have a phone and I prefer to pop around.

-Right.

Since you've been back in town, you mean?

Tell me, was that before or after they won the Lottery?

Are you suggesting I kidnapped my own daughter?

Oh, of course not, Mrs Henderson. Just trying to ascertain the facts.

I'd better be getting Bethy something to eat.

Good afternoon.

Mrs Henderson, if I may.

Did you and Judith have any disagreements?

Oh, what's he been saying now?

Well, we'd very much like to hear your side of things. It's only fair.

Jude and I had a tiff every now and then,

just like every mother and daughter.

I'm happy she's risen up in the world.

But you can't forget where you're from.

I think it's time to get the press involved.

-You think that's a good idea?

-A public appeal could really work.

We need all the eyes and ears we can get on this.

All right. I'll meet you there.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Hey!

BARKING IN THE BACKGROUND

Unfortunately, I think it'll be totally out of the question.

-Oh, Frank.

-No, no. Look, we're done here.

I wanted a public appeal but the answer is no,

so if you'll excuse me, I have a missing woman to find.

Tomorrow morning's layout's almost finished.

Of course we'll help, Chief Superintendent.

Edward, I was just explaining late changes cost us a fortune...

As the new editor of The Courier,

I'm fully aware of the costs of the print process.

-Yes, but our compositors...

-The press has a wider social role!

I imagine the Melbourne papers are hammering on your door.

Very loudly. We're hoping to find her by tonight but, just in case...

You need a contingency plan. Of course. Yes.

Maybe a front page appeal will give the locals the inside running.

Front page? He didn't even ask for a front page!

Come with me, brief me.

Edward, perhaps you could mention her illness.

She needs prednisone. I can spell that for you...

Rose! Get the details off Blake. Thank you.

Frank, there was a potential suspect outside Irene's after you left.

Six-foot, stubble, brownish hair.

Right. I'll get Charlie onto that.

Edward has lifted profits.

He knows how to follow up a good story.

Yes, by doing things like printing the Lottery winner's address!

Oh, for God's sake, Blake!

The Lottery gives ordinary people something to aim for, Doctor.

What ordinary people aim for and what they can get are quite often

two very, very different things. This is all about greed.

Everyone in their place! Social order.

You sound very conservative today, Doctor.

Do I?

Not all change is good, Miss Anderson.

Now, scribble this down for me. Prednisone...

PHONE RINGS

Simmons.

Yes. All right, Mrs Thornton.

We will keep that in mind. Thank you very much.

What the hell's going on here?

This morning's edition has ignited a lot of interest.

Mainly people saying how terrible it is.

Someone claimed it was the Soviets.

No real leads, as yet.

It says here, "The Courier is offering a reward of £100

"to the first reader with information

"leading to the rescue of Mrs Chapman."

Not really what we had in mind.

We'll be organising a vigilante group next.

What's going on with the search parties?

We're finished at the depot and at the house.

We'll start a sweep of Perry Park, all those caravans next, and then...

Check the pubs, boarding houses, any vacant blocks.

And chemists. I want to know if anyone's asking for prednisone.

And also this, um, chap the doctor was pursuing at Irene's house.

I saw him outside the Chapman house yesterday morning.

He fits the description of someone Mrs Gilmore described

arguing with Judith. Six foot tall, unshaven, brownish hair.

What happened with Mrs Gilmore?

Yes, she has the phone number but she's never used it,

never gave it to anyone.

Right.

All right, everyone, listen up.

Time is running out for Mrs Chapman, so let's keep pushing.

We can't just sit back and wait for this kidnapper to call back.

-Understood?

-Right, Chief.

-You got it, Boss.

All right.

Laurie Chapman, what about him?

Well, apparently he was pacing his cell all last night.

Is he still free to go?

Let me check something first.

So, according to the Lottery Commissioner,

under the rules, a prize is paid after 30 days.

The paper said they'd received the money and there's a photograph.

Just to promote the next draw. Mr Chapman was happy to play along.

So, he was telling the truth?

Yes, well, about that, anyway.

Mr Chapman, as part of the release process,

I have to make sure you haven't sustained any injuries,

no cuts or abrasions.

No. Have you seen Elizabeth?

Yes. She's coping as well as can be expected.

You're going to pick her up?

-The best thing I can do now is go find her mother.

-Of course.

Mr Chapman? I'm going to have to have a look at your medical records,

just check your blood type.

I have nothing else to hide. Call Dr Spencer. I'll let him know.

-Lucien, is that you?

-Sorry, Jean. I'm just passing through.

You didn't come home last night.

No. Um...

I'm sorry, Jean, honestly. I should've called you.

-It's this kidnapping business.

-Yes, I know. I've seen the paper.

-The poor little girl?

-Yes.

"The victim's ten-year-old daughter

"was rescued from the scene by an observant neighbour."

Marjorie Gilmore.

Observant? Certainly. Not exactly caring.

She was Margie Jones when I knew her.

She married the owner of the factory where she used to work.

I'd heard that she'd taken on some airs and graces.

-What were you looking for?

-Prednisone.

I thought you might need this.

Oh! I don't know what I'd do without you.

Neither do I but you'd be doing it wearing yesterday's shirt.

HE LAUGHS

The kidnapper threatened to chop her up.

Where does The Courier get that kind of detail?

Chief Superintendent Carlyle thinks the press need incentives.

He actually said, "Tie her down so she can get chopped up."

"Tie her down."

Now, why would he say it like that?

The phone box.

We've got a phone.

'If you don't do what I say,

'I'll tie her down so she gets chopped up.'

TRAIN HORN BLARES

TRAIN HORN HONKS

WIND HOWLS

WOMAN MOANS

SHE WHIMPERS

HE GROANS

-Are you sure you're OK?

-Oh, I'm fine. No concussion.

Hobart says the old bloke's name was Bluey. Homeless.

Always hanging around here watching the trains.

This time he saw something he shouldn't have.

You sure I can't get Dr Harvey for you?

Frank, I'm fine. Thank you, though.

Looks like he may have heard some of what you said.

Would that have helped?

Painkillers. Useless, I'm afraid.

Boss? They found nothing in the yards - no witnesses, no tracks.

We'll have to expand the search. They can't have just disappeared.

Is it true that you missed Mrs Chapman?

It's not the time, Miss Anderson. Not the time.

-HE GROANS

-Lucien?

Everything all right?

Jean.

Been a very interesting morning.

Poor chap.

He was homeless, innocent.

Uninvolved.

If I'd just...

Oh, I nearly had her, Jean.

I-I-I very nearly had her.

You're doing the best that you can.

Cause of death - asphyxiation. Airway's been compressed.

There's damage to the larynx and the hyoid bone might've been fractured.

-Strangulation?

-Yes.

The marks are quite diffuse. No lines or cuts.

He was probably...

..strangled by hand.

We'll know for certain in the morning,

once the bruising's come up.

Yes.

What did you see, Bluey? Hmm?

A woman tied up, you tried to help.

He came and he had to kill you.

But the hunger for air would've caused you to struggle.

Anything under the fingernails?

Plenty of dirt but no blood.

I'm still examining his clothes. They're very worn and dirty.

There's no...

The last thing those gloves would've grasped

would've been the killer himself. What are they?

Oh, little diamonds and little clubs,

like...like what you'd see in a deck of playing cards.

Lucky symbols.

Not for Bluey.

Davis says he's walked the gardens, Victoria Park, the lookout.

-Still nothing.

-All right.

Tell him to move to the highway. Check every shed, every humpy.

Mrs Beasley! Um, the doctor is still on his way.

I know. I thought you might all be hungry.

-Very thoughtful of you.

-Has anyone called?

No, not the, um, call we were hoping for.

Oh. Poor woman. Kept me awake, thinking about it.

Did Mr Chapman buy the lottery ticket himself?

Um, as far as I know, yes.

It's just that, when I bought my ticket,

I noticed most of the customers were women.

The ladies were all talking about it.

But it's probably nothing.

It's actually a very good question.

Bill, get on to the Lottery Commissioner and ask him.

Ah! Lucien, what do you have for me?

Not much, I'm afraid. We do have something.

We found these in Bluey's gloves.

He would've been clinging to his killer,

clawing at his clothes and look.

Some of these are diamond-shaped, some club-shaped.

I have absolutely no idea what they are.

What's he saying, Bill?

Mrs Chapman bought the winning ticket. It's in her name.

Hang on. That's not what the press said.

-Not what Laurie said either.

-Right.

Well, these little buggers are driving me mad.

I think I know what they are.

Those are chads. From bus tickets. Why?

They were found at the building where Judith was being held.

Dulcie's very sweet on you.

I mean, you're her manager, ex-footy champ, everyone's hero.

I'll go so far as to say she idolises you.

Dulcie didn't do this. These are all over the buses.

Dulcie says that you slept with her, that you're having an affair.

-You're in love!

-That's not true.

Who bought the bloody lottery ticket, Laurie?

All right, it was Judith. Judith bought the ticket.

She doesn't like the spotlight.

So, the cheque's in her name? You two have a joint account?

Yes. Why?

With her out of the way, you bank the cheque, run off with Dulcie.

But I told you, Jude doesn't have the money yet.

No, but she found out about Dulcie, so you had to act now.

There's nothing to find out.

I'm not sleeping with Dulcie.

Why would she say you were?

Because I changed my mind.

We argued.

It was a long drive back to Ballarat, believe me.

Right. So, just the two of you? No-one else saw you?

Yeah.

His alibi rests with Miss Young.

Neither of them can agree on what happened.

Yes, and if his blood matches what we found at the crime scene,

well, we may well have our man.

-You're an idiot, Rod!

-Shut up, woman!

Hey, hey! Enough! Enough!

We were at the chemist. We saw him running out of the bank.

Tried to pass a cheque as Laurie Chapman.

Name's Rod Brunel. He met her outside.

Mr Brunel, let me take a look at that nose of yours.

-Does it bleed often?

-No, it doesn't.

-And it wouldn't have bled now except he...

-Hey!

All right. Just... Just give me a minute.

There we are.

-Nothing's broken.

-All right.

You and I, let's have a little chat, Mr Brunel.

Bill, could you get Dr Harvey to test his blood type?

Also, Mr Chapman's medical records may have come in.

Now, if either of them are not type O,

might be able to eliminate someone.

-OK, Doc.

-Thank you.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Miss Henderson?

Irene?

Is anybody here?

Hello.

So, you're Elizabeth?

Rose.

Where's Grandma?

-She went out.

-To lunch?

Early this morning, before breakfast.

She went looking for her friend.

Have you got a bag?

Good.

Better go grab it. I'm going to take you somewhere safe.

Is that all right with you?

'I didn't know the cheque was forged.'

Irene said Jude gave it to her.

Well, I don't blame you for trying. Really, I don't.

I mean, your girlfriend drags you all the way to Ballarat

on the promise of a big payday

and Jude turns around and says, "Pfft! No."

I mean, that would make my blood boil.

I didn't touch Jude.

And yet you ran off yesterday afternoon.

So, this morning, you go out.

Now, you were either off forging a cheque

or you were strangling a man to death

and moving Judith to a new location.

-Which one was it?

-What?

I swear, I-I don't even know where Jude is.

Irene says, "Here's the cheque.

"Jude's given it to me. Let's go and cash it."

-Yeah.

-And you believed her?

Why? Ah! Because they're mother and daughter.

Exactly. They're family.

Even though you argued with Judith over money

on her doorstep only last week!

I suppose the old biddy next door told you.

I bet she didn't mention that she got me to hock her silverware.

Too proud for the local pawnshop.

She wanted me to fence it in Melbourne.

You certainly have a way with the ladies, Rod.

You were with Irene a while back.

Suddenly, you reappear after her daughter wins the lottery.

Fancy that, Frank.

But when it stopped looking like it might pay dividends,

you went to Judith directly.

And when that didn't work, you kidnapped her.

It was tearing Irene up, arguing with Jude.

I went around to explain - and, yeah, OK, to ask her for money.

Jude, she didn't even want to know, and then she disappeared.

It wasn't me!

Rod bungled passing a cheque.

You really think he could pull off a kidnapping?

And all this happened whilst Judith is still missing.

You think I'm not worried sick about my daughter?

Well, you have a funny way of showing it.

Irene, did you know Rod had been to see Judith about the money?

Afterwards.

Yeah.

Shouldn't have done it. But he shouldn't have had to.

Not that it's Jude's fault either.

She wanted to help you?

Then she changed her mind.

She said it was all tied up.

That was Laurie talking.

I'll charge Rod for the cheque. I've got nothing much on Irene.

Mrs Gilmore does have money troubles but, really, she's hardly likely.

-As for Laurie...

-Ah, sir?

Dr Harvey tested the blood.

Rod Brunel is type O.

Ah! Same as the blood we found in the kitchen.

Yes. However, she's received Laurie Chapman's medical records, as well.

He's type O also.

Ah, um, excuse us? Look who I found all on her own.

We stopped for an ice cream.

The police will take care of you now.

The doctor is very nice, the Chief Super is nice

and Sergeant Davis, well, he's a bit of an odd duck,

but he's all right, too.

Jean? Jean!

Lucien! I've saved some lunch for you.

How lovely. Is there enough for two?

Well, of course there is.

Not very hungry?

No, but that was lovely.

Thank you, Mrs Blake.

You're very welcome. You've got lovely manners.

And I'm Mrs Beasley.

The doctor and I aren't married.

Why not?

Well...

..we used to be married to other people

and now we live together so that I can help him with his work.

Do you love him?

KNOCKING AT DOOR

I'll get it!

I think perhaps we should clean up these dishes

and go into the garden.

-What do you think?

-OK.

-Lucien.

-Frank.

-How's young Elizabeth?

-Fine. She's just having lunch.

Very good.

Um...

The press.

Fact of life these days, but also a double-edged sword.

Look...

..Melbourne is getting very restless.

They want me to charge someone today.

Melbourne!

This is all about sweeping everything aside

before that second lottery draw.

Everything points to Laurie Chapman -

the chads, the phone box, the derelict building -

they all say "bus depot".

A lot of people work there. He's the right blood type.

-It's a very common blood type.

-He knew the phone number.

Yes, but we can't definitively prove who knew it and who didn't.

Lucien, his alibi is full of holes -

unaccounted for when those calls came in

and then there were no calls when he was locked up.

No calls after he was released.

He lied to police and he has the most to gain.

This kidnapping turns to a murder, he inherits all the money himself

and for his mistress.

I'm going to have to charge him.

Frank, if we charge the wrong person

and Judith, in fact, does die,

it will be a disaster!

You think I don't know that?

-Superintendent.

-Mrs Beasley.

Ooh!

-There's a random magic wand!

-Ah!

It can make the grass turn into...

What about that little treasure?

She'll become a ward of the state or perhaps go to Irene.

Lucien, do we have any new evidence, any information whatsoever

that can point us to our man?

Not yet.

-Where's Elizabeth?!

-Well, I don't have her.

-I know you've got her!

-Oh! Oh!

I told you! Why would I be looking after your granddaughter?!

Oh! Bloody snob!

You know, I knew you when you were as common as muck!

Oh! Your own daughter doesn't want anything to do with you!

Ladies, please!

Oh, Doctor! She was trying to get into my home.

-She has got my Elizabeth!

-She doesn't, Irene.

I promise you, Elizabeth's perfectly fine.

But Judith is still missing

and here you are fighting like naughty children!

Now, Irene, please!

Thank you so much, Doctor.

Please, feel free to use my phone to call the police.

Oh, I'm sure that won't be necessary.

Mrs Henderson's just worried about her family.

Oh, well, if you don't call the police, I will.

It's people who get above their station

that cause the trouble in the world!

I see.

And of course you speak with some authority, given your background.

I thought you, of all people, might understand.

I don't need people in the area to remind me of where I came from.

Mrs Gi...

Marjorie...

..I know things are...

difficult for you at the moment.

But, quite honestly, it's the Rod Brunels of this world

who aren't to be trusted, not people like the Chapmans.

And do you know what? If they make it through this,

they're going to need a good neighbour.

And perhaps you will, too.

Am I under arrest?

No.

Well, are you going to arrest her?

You know she doesn't have anything to do with it.

Yeah, I know.

I just... I had to take it out on someone.

And I can understand that.

She's right, you know.

Jude doesn't want much to do with me.

Oh, I'm sure that isn't true.

I spent years taking her to doctors and somehow she pulled through

and... And now, she's...

she's made a new life for herself,

better than I ever did.

I'm proud of her.

And I know...

I know I don't fit in.

But without her, I...

..I'll be left behind.

And no-one wants to be left behind.

Irene, I need to make a phone call.

SHE SIGHS

Funny thing, jealousy, isn't it...

Dulcie?

You can't really envy someone

without being close to them somehow, can you?

I mean, we know you were envious of Judith

and we know you were with Laurie when the kidnapper first called.

What are you saying?

You told anyone who'd listen about the two of you

but you never actually slept with him, did you?

-No.

-No.

You lied because he rejected you.

I didn't kidnap Judith...

Now, rejection, that's an interesting thing.

I think Laurie...

I think Laurie left someone behind too,

long before you arrived on the scene.

Cliff has known Laurie since school.

What's he on about?

How's your nose? I thought you had a cold.

When we first saw you, you had to check that it wasn't bleeding,

like it did when you snatched Judith and she slammed her head into it.

I've got no reason to hurt Mrs Chapman.

No. No.

But what about Laurie?

Hmm?

You played football with him before he hit the big-time.

You worked with him, side by side,

but he was the one who got promoted.

I mean, for Heaven's sake, you've known him all your life

and yet...

..he never introduced you to Judith.

And the Lottery? Well...

that was the last straw.

Cliff?

I dunno what he's talking about.

You thought he was your mate.

He just...

..left you behind.

Judith. Where is she?

S...

Fell out of the sky for bloody Laurie. That's...

-Why did he have it all?

-Cliff, we make our own luck in life.

Now, you listen to me. Where is she?

Oh!

Come on! Come on!

Cliff, we already have you for the murder of Bluey Watson.

Self-defence! He attacked me!

And now you've just as good as admitted

-to the kidnapping, you stupid bugger.

-I'm not stupid!

No. No, you're not.

You're not stupid.

You made a clean getaway, left no clues.

It was a very, very clever plan.

All you had to do was tell us where to leave the money

and we'd have exchanged it for Judith gladly -

as long as she was alive.

Is that why you won't tell us where she is?

No. No!

Cos you killed her. Isn't that right?

I didn't murder anyone!

She got sick. I tried to help her! I did!

Look, she got pains.

I gave her a powder.

Then she started vomiting

and shaking and...

then she just faded away.

I never meant for that, I never meant for that!

Hang on, what you're describing

is a thing we call an "Addisonian crisis",

where a patient slips into a type of coma.

She might still be alive.

I didn't kill her?

She was in pain, convulsing and then nothing, yes?

She wasn't moving.

Cliff, are you even certain she's dead?

You might still be able to save her.

Now, don't you want that?

Don't let her die now.

POLICE SIRENS WAIL

Doc! Here!

-Frank, we've got a pulse.

-Call for an ambulance now!

You were right, Lucien.

The truth is, I had an unfair advantage.

Yes? And what was that?

I know what it's like to lose a family.

Thank you, Doctor.

You are very welcome, Elizabeth.

Would you say thank you to Mrs Blake, too?

Ah, well, the thing with Jean...

Of course I will.

A few details and a comment.

-What, this is it?

-Yes.

The perpetrator, all the details, an exclusive statement.

But where's the photo? The happy family reunited?

Carlyle didn't let me in the room but this...

I'm selling the sizzle,

not just the steak here, Rose.

-If you're not up to the job...

-I am. Trust me. I am.

Type these up, please.

You, come with me.

It was lovely to see that little girl smiling again.

MUSIC PLAYS

And Judith Chapman?

Doing well, thankfully.

I'd say she can expect to make a full recovery.

Oh, thank goodness you got to her in time.

Well, we were lucky.

And that little girl still has her family tonight because of you.

Jean, would you mind, um...

Would you mind, um, just waiting here, just...just for a moment?

All right.

Right.

Jean, would you mind standing for me, please?

Actually, do you know what? Let's... Let's have a seat.

Jean, this was my mother's ring.

Lucien!

And I would very much...

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Oh! That's probably Charlie.

Hold that. I'll be right back.

Perfect timing, Charlie.

Lucien? Who is it?

My wife.