(scraping) (footsteps scuffling) (eerie music) (flames flickering) (groaning) - Wait!

Let me out!

(fingernails scratching) Let me out!

(fists pounding) No, no.

(coughing) (gasping) Help!

Let me out!

Please!

(bell tolling) (eerie music continues) (bouncy jazz music) (bouncy jazz music continues) (bouncy jazz music continues) (bouncy jazz music continues) (slightly foreboding music) (bird cawing) - I'm sure we must be close, Dot.

- That's what you said 28 miles ago, miss, when we turned right instead of left at Seymour.

Do you think Mr. Voigt's farm has any baby animals?

- I may have used the term farm loosely, Dot.

- What's that supposed to mean?

(engine rumbling) - Well.

Hello!

- Good afternoon, ladies, Clem Ford.

You need some assistance?

- Oh, good afternoon, Sergeant Ford.

We're looking for the Voigt winery.

- You're looking at it, just harvested.

- Oh!

(bird chirping) - So everyone's in town for the wine festival.

I'm heading back that way myself.

- Thank you.

(engine rumbling) - Winery, miss.

- Don't worry, Dot.

It's strictly business, I've been called here on a case, although we may be forced to accept refreshments.

(spirited big band music) (crowd conversing) (spirited big band music continues) (people speaking over each other) - Maybe we should wait for Oskar.

- Oh, your brother's wasted the last 10 years, I don't think one more is gonna make a difference.

- Go on.

(spirited music continues) - Thanks, pal.

- Told you to get the lads to lug everything.

- All right, uh, we all know why we're here.

Let's all raise our glasses, eh?

You all know I'm not really one for speeches, (attendee laughing) so thank you to everyone, to the workers, and to Frank.

- [Attendees] To Frank.

- Couldn't run this winery without you, Frank.

- My boy, Frank.

- Frank.

- Frank.

- Well, enough talking.

Let's uh, let's drink.

- What about the toast your dad used to make?

Can't argue with tradition.

- All right then.

Zum Wohl.

May this vintage be even better than the last.

Prost.

- Prost.

- Cheers.

(birds chirping) - [Bob] Looks like somewhat of a dry argument.

- Ah, thank you very much, Mr. - Dr. Ryan, but let's not stand on formalities.

Bob will do nicely.

- Phryne Fisher.

May I present Miss Williams?

- Lovely to meet you ladies.

- [Phryne] This is a very pleasant get together.

- Yes, yes, the townsfolk gather every year for a toast.

(screaming) - Dad!

It's Mr. Voigt, he's not breathing.

- What?

- What?

- Hurry.

- Yes, yes.

Where?

Where?

- Through here.

(tense music) I'm sorry, Erik.

- I came in here to find him and I nearly tripped over him.

Oh Dad, oh.

(Flora sobbing) - If we could have all the women outside, please, please.

- Oskar Voigt, I presume.

How terrible.

I'd arranged to meet him this morning, but I was running late.

- Lady Detective?

(tense music continues) - I thought I could offer my assistance.

- Oh, I don't see what assistance a woman who interferes in police business could offer, so if you wouldn't mind.

Frank, take the ladies outside, please.

Thank you.

(tense music continues) I'm sorry about your brother, Erik.

(horse whinnying) - Oskar Voigt asked for my help, Dot.

If we'd arrived earlier, he might still be alive.

- Don't say that, miss.

- The least I can do is to look into his death.

- Valma Brightwell, how can I help?

- Phryne Fisher, we have a booking.

- Bad look.

(phone ringing) - No rest for the wicked.

(heels clicking on floor) - [Phryne] Dr. Ryan seems to live here.

- Really?

(unsettling music) - Look how many they lost, miss.

- [Valma] Yes, I think it'll do.

- [Phryne] Two Brightwells, poor woman.

- [Valma] Thank you.

- Her husband and her son, by the look of it.

- Goodbye then.

(handset clangs on phone) - I'm afraid I've made a bit of a mistake.

- Oh?

- We're redecorating.

No rooms are vacant, I'm sorry to say.

- But there appears to be only one other booking in your register, Dr. Ryan.

- I'm telling you nothing else is available.

- That's a shame, given that you can only refuse a traveler lodging if the premises are full, or if the traveler has insufficient funds.

- I'll have to do my best to find you something then.

- Lovely, if you would have our bags taken up to our rooms.

Meanwhile, we'll take in the sights.

(birds chirping) (unsettling music continues) (water splashing) Hello, doctor.

- Miss Fisher, my daughter, Flora.

- It must have been a terrible shock for you to find Oskar Voigt like that.

- I'd made him lunch, I keep house for the Voigts, and he hardly finished it before he raced off to the storage house.

- What time, do you remember?

- About 1:00.

Oskar's only been back a few months.

They've had such terrible luck, that family, first Mr. Voigt dying, and then the family breaking apart, and now this.

- It's all right, my dove.

You go home, Frank will take you.

I'll be there shortly, all right.

- Have you called the coroner?

- Yes, well, they've been notified, but in the case of a heart attack, the body goes straight to the funeral director.

- He was very young to have a heart attack.

- There was a family history.

The father, Mikael, he went the same way.

- That still doesn't explain the bruise on his head, his broken fingernails.

- Don't think a small town doctor can recognize a heart attack when he sees it?

- The small town doctor might be under duress to sort things out quickly.

- Erik wants his brother cremated as soon as possible.

- He's not wasting much time.

Didn't the brothers get on?

- Well, they had business to sort out.

Now look, if you would, excuse me, I must go to my daughter, good day.

- Miss Fisher, lady detective, if I catch you anywhere near Mr. Voigt's body, I'll charge you with trespass.

(horse neighing) - Well, I wouldn't want that.

- Good.

So the sooner you stop nosing around and move on, happier we'll all be.

(unsettling music) (unsettling music continues) - Excuse my intrusion at this terrible time, Mr. Voigt.

Phryne Fisher.

- I know who you are.

My brother hired you to make trouble.

- I prefer to see myself as someone who resolves trouble.

Did you have much contact with your brother since he's been living in Melbourne?

- No, none, my brother and my mother turned their backs on this place a long time ago.

- Allow me.

(clippers snapping) - I've worked this property for 11 years with only Frank to help.

If I wanna share my half of this property with Frank, then that's my concern.

Oskar didn't need some fancy detective from the city to challenge that.

- If your brother wanted to solve a property dispute, he would've hired a lawyer, not a detective.

- Then why are you here?

- Oskar said he'd found some photographs.

He asked me to investigate a suspicious death.

- Who?

What photograph?

- He didn't elaborate.

But given that he's now also died in suspicious circumstances, it's an odd coincidence, don't you think?

I wish he had told me more because I still plan to do the job he hired me for, and I don't believe your brother died of natural causes.

(unsettling music) (horse whinnying) (crickets chirping) Perhaps we should have let them redecorate.

- Couldn't we stay in the next town, miss?

- It's all bluff, Dot.

They're just trying to scare us off.

- So what else did you find out from Flora?

- She was the last person to see Oskar Voigt alive, at lunchtime, around 1:00.

It's very interesting, Dot.

Oskar had this black substance like soot smudged all over his clothing and his hands.

And I found this match dropped nearby.

He had a bruise on his head, and his fingernails looked like he'd been scratching desperately.

The sooner we solve this case, the sooner we can leave.

But we'll need to examine the body more thoroughly before the funeral directors cart it off first thing in the morning.

- Sounds like a midnight break in to me, miss.

- Doesn't have to be midnight.

Bedside drawer.

(snake hissing) (Dot screaming) (gun banging) It's all right, Dot.

It's only a carpet python.

But how it found its way into a closed drawer, I have no idea.

But it looks like you shot a hole through Mrs. Brightwell's skirting board.

(knocking on door) - [Valma] Everything all right in there?

- Perfectly.

Thank you.

What was that dreadful noise?

- [Valma] I thought you might tell me.

- You are right about us not being welcome, Dot.

- So we're leaving?

- No.

But we definitely need reinforcements.

Just keep your distance.

I'll have housekeeping take care of that.

(door creaking) (people speaking faintly) Good evening, Sergeant, Doctor.

I'd like to make a trunk call to Melbourne.

- Certainly.

(heels clicking) (phone ringing) - Collins.

(phone continues ringing) Collins.

Collins.

What are you doing?

- City South Police.

- Is that my collected Shakespeare?

- It's Miss Fisher on the telephone for you, sir.

- Hello, Jack, I'm afraid we're stranded.

My vehicle is broken down in Maiden Creek, and I find myself in desperate need of a mechanic.

- Oh, don't they have one in the town?

- Normally I would attempt to repair it on my own, but in this instance, I believe I could use your expert assistance.

It's a very particular problem.

- What kind of particular problem, Miss Fisher?

- There seem to be all sorts of anomalies, but I can't quite put my finger on the real source of the problem.

- You're losing your touch, Miss Fisher.

- You know what they say about many hands.

As much as I'm enjoying the local hospitality of this beautiful town, I wouldn't want to outstay my welcome.

- Uh-huh, where did you say you were?

- Maiden Creek, first thing in the morning would be fine, but I'm counting on you.

Goodbye, I'll see you then.

- Maiden Creek.

(phone clanging) (footsteps falling) - Couldn't help overhearing about your car troubles.

Hispano Suiza, am I right?

- You'd think the Spanish and the Swiss, between them, could build a reliable engine.

If you can't trust the Swiss, who can you trust?

- Where are you off to?

- Oh, just for a stroll, take in the night air.

- Oh, be careful of the old mine shafts.

There's a lot of them about.

One wrong step in the dark and it can be a very long fall.

- Thank you for the warning, Sergeant.

(eerie music) - If you want to get to that winery, miss, we'll have to find a way to distract that police officer.

- I agree, Dot.

- Collins.

(footsteps falling) Didn't notification of a death come through from Bendigo?

- A few hours ago, sir, yes.

- Miss Fisher didn't mention it.

Thank you.

Oh, and Collins, why are you reading my Shakespeare?

- Just in case I ever need to get my words right, sir, for a special occasion, like a speech, or an announcement, and I think Dot would like me to improve.

- Well, if you ever need to make some kind of romantic declaration, Collins, you can't get past Shakespeare.

- Thank you, sir.

(phone dial clicking) (phone ringing) (phone whirring) - Hello?

- What?

- Yes, I was wondering if I could speak to Miss Phryne Fisher.

- I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

We've been having problems with the lines.

Can you hear me?

- Hello?

(phone whirring) (ominous music) (bell tolling) Hello!

(ominous music swells) Collins, get me the details on that Bendigo death, name and next of kin.

- Yes, sir.

(phone clacking) (footsteps crunching) (insects chirping) (ominous music) (light-hearted whistling) (ominous music continues) (fist knocking) (metal clanking) (ominous music continues) (dust crunching) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (ashes rustling) (ominous music continues) (metal clattering) (ominous music continues) (ominous music continues) (light-hearted whistling) - Evening, miss.

- Evening, Sergeant.

(engine rumbling) I wonder if you could help me find my way back to the hotel.

(ominous music continues) (door squeaking) - [Erik] Who's there?

(footsteps shuffling) Show yourself.

(engine rumbling) - Your brother's clothes are covered in the same residue I found inside one of the empty vats, and drag marks clearly lead from the vat to where your brother's body was found.

Even if he had a heart attack, there are still unanswered questions, and people who don't want those questions asked.

You mean Clem?

- You tell me.

(door squeaking) Does he stand to gain anything?

(ominous music intensifies) - [Clem] What is she doing here?

- Clem.

Clem.

- Get out.

- Does he?

- Does who?

- It's all right, Clem.

Miss Fisher is working for me.

(ominous music resolves) (footsteps rustling) (box banging) Oskar left these behind.

- It seems your brother was fond of the poetry of his fatherland.

- He was always better at German than me.

- There are several pages missing.

- [Erik] That's odd.

He was very particular about his books.

(papers rustling) - Have you seen these before?

- No.

Looks like old photographs of the winery.

- Did you know your brother had written to the Bendigo Standard, asking for copies of photographs from the 1918 Wine Festival?

- That must be a mistake.

The festival was canceled that year.

The town planned to hold it late to celebrate the end of the war, but my father died the night before.

- Do you know how your father died?

- He wasn't well.

The war took a heavy toll on him.

- Do you mind if I borrow these negatives?

- If you think it'll help.

- You know, if you want me to find Oskar's murderer, you can't let them take his body away.

(melodically tense music) (car rumbling) (Ida clearing throat) (footsteps falling) - My name is Ida Voigt, you telephoned me, but the police have already informed me about the death of my son.

Perhaps you can assist me.

I need to retrieve Oskar's possessions.

- Of course, excuse me.

Inspector, Mrs. Voigt.

(inspector sighing) - Hello, Mrs. Voigt.

Our call was just an inquiry, but of course if we can help in any way.

- I told him not to go back to that godforsaken town.

They will not be happy until all of us are gone.

(melodically tense music) - What exactly is your arrangement with Frank Ford?

- I split the profits with him.

It started off with just a handshake.

- I thought you crushed all the grapes.

- It's an old variety I keep just to myself at the house.

(grapes slapping) Thank you.

- I take it your brother Oskar hadn't been back here for long?

- No, he arrived shortly after I wrote to him about splitting my share of the winery with Frank.

I needed Oskar's approval.

- He was reluctant.

- Well, he wanted it to stay in the family, and Frank was happy with things just the way they were.

It was Clem who wanted his son to have half a share of the vineyard.

- So Oskar was in Clem's way?

- Oskar always said we couldn't manage here alone.

Not with his arm, anyway, compliments of the Kaiser, fighting for the Allies, not the Kaiser, by the way.

(wood creaking) - May I?

(gentle music) - Please.

(grapes squooshing) (Phryne gasping) (Erik and Phryne laughing) (gentle music continues) - I need to know what happened between you and your brother, if you want my help, Erik.

(gentle music continues) (gentle music continues) (crickets chirping) (wind howling) (door creaking) - Thank goodness.

Someone was here, the door was unlocked.

- My pistol, it's gone.

(threatening music) Pack your bags, Dot, we're leaving.

We need to get Jack back here before morning, otherwise all the evidence will be cremated.

Hop in the car, darling.

- [Clem] Leaving already?

- Afraid so.

City calls.

- Motor's working now, is it?

- Oh, these cars are very temperamental.

(car engine sputtering) - Can't trust those Spanish, nor the Swiss.

(threatening music) (bell tolling) - You can't let him do this.

- Bendigo Police have ordered that the body be transferred there.

- Don't you think it's convenient that the moment questions get raised, the body gets whisked away?

- You don't understand.

I don't wanna be an outsider in this town.

- But he's your brother.

- I'm sorry.

- Condolences, Erik.

(footsteps crunching) (birds chirping) (engine rumbling) (brakes squeaking) - What's going on?

(car door shutting) - [Hugh] Unload that hearse, driver.

- The bloody hell do you think you're doing?

- Detective Inspector Jack Robinson?

I'm afraid that body will have to remain in town until the police coroner clears it for removal.

- On whose orders?

- Mine.

I'm taking over the Voigt case.

You all right?

- All the better for seeing you, Jack.

- No one had any reason to kill Oskar.

There's no evidence of foul play.

- And Miss Fisher's car?

- Oh, there's nothing to do with me.

She said she was having problems last night.

She telephoned her mechanic.

I mean, you're a sensible bloke.

You must see, copper to copper, what she's saying doesn't make any sense.

- How do you explain the fact that Oskar Voigt's body was moved?

Where did the soot come from, the drag marks?

- If you had any thoughts on the case, you could have come to me.

- I've already explained your vested interest in the Voigt Winery to Inspector Robinson.

- Do you mind accounting for your movements yesterday?

- Oskar Voigt was last seen alive at 1:00 PM, where were you?

- I was at the Warong Stockyards.

- Can anyone confirm that, sir?

- Ask the foreman's son, he'll tell you.

I left there at 2:00.

The bridge was down on the highway, it took me an hour to get back.

You would've seen me arrive back in Maiden Creek, just before 3:00.

- Convenient.

- Look, you won't find what you're looking for.

- Thank you, but right now I'd like to see my crime scene.

- It's sulfide.

Dunno what it's doing here.

We burn sulfur sticks to sterilize the vats.

- Is that what Oskar was doing?

Cleaning the vat?

- Well, if he was, he wasn't doing it right.

You burn the stick over a bowl so it won't stick to the vat.

If the sulfide stays in the vat, it'll spoil the wine.

- Sulfide is poisonous, isn't it?

- Not to touch.

You wouldn't want to spread it on toast, I suppose.

- Oh yes, fumes could definitely be fatal in a confined space.

- Like trapped in a wine vat with the lid closed?

- Yet you were prepared to declare the cause of death as heart attack.

- Did the sergeant pressure you?

- No, no, why would you say that?

- Sergeant Clem Ford has done good service by this town.

- And now you are all terrified of him.

- No, no, look, it's all right, Valma.

I knew there was a history of heart problems in the family.

I assumed that this was the same.

No, no, no, this was my fault.

It's not Clem's.

I jumped to a hasty conclusion.

- Where were you yesterday between 1:00 and 3:00?

- At 3:00, I was here for the first tasting.

- And before that?

- I was at a solicitor's in Bendigo.

- Why?

- To contest my father's will.

- On what grounds?

- That he was not of sound mind when he made a will stopping us from selling our shares.

- But your father wasn't mad, was he?

He died of a heart attack.

- That's what they told us.

If that were true, then why didn't they let us look at him?

And we never saw the body, casket was nailed shut.

And I tried to talk to Oskar about it, but.

My father was locked up for years, away from everything that mattered to him.

His heart was broken.

The people of this town tried to save us from the truth.

But I don't believe he died, I believe he killed himself.

(gunshot firing) (birds flapping) (people thumping to the ground) (ominous music) The shot came from over there.

Phryne.

(ominous music continues) (hat slapping) - Do you wanna tell me what you're looking for?

- They haven't been fired.

- You only had to ask.

Anything else I can help you with, Inspector.

- Yes.

Can I check your gun, Sergeant?

(drawer shuffling) (phone ringing) - Excuse me.

(Jack sighs in relief) - There is one other thing I neglected to mention earlier.

Somebody stole my pistol out of the hotel room.

- What kind of town is this?

- Make very good wine.

(birds chirping) - It's lovely here, isn't it, Dottie?

Romantic, you might even say.

- Yes, yes, it's idyllic, if it weren't for the snakes and the dead bodies.

- Mm.

Dot.

- Is that Flora?

(birds chirping) What is she doing?

- Dot.

- Flora!

Excuse me, Flora!

You dropped this.

- Oh, I thought it was one of my good handkerchiefs.

Some of the children in town find it a lark to steal washing off the line for the scarecrow.

Thank you.

(birds chirping) - Remind me, Flora is?

- Where's your notebook, Hugh?

Flora Ford, she's Dr. Ryan's daughter, but she's married to Frank Ford, that policeman's son.

- It is a small town, isn't it?

- She was looking for something.

Didn't you notice, Hugh?

- Hmm.

- Ooh, looks like some sort of poetry.

- Could be a love poem.

- Why would you say that, Hugh?

You all right.

- Hm?

- You seem strange today.

- No, I'm good.

Yeah, I'm good.

- Good.

(birds chirping) Come on, Hugh.

Collins!

- Sir Dot.

(pages rustling) (Jack speaking in foreign language) - All that touches us, you and me, binds us together like the stroke of a bow that draws one cord from two strings.

It's Rainer Maria Rilke.

- Very impressive, Jack.

- Pass that on to my German teacher.

- Hugh was right, a love poem.

- And I know exactly who sent it.

- Oskar.

- Inspector.

Your revolver, sir.

- Thank you, Collins.

- Hugh needs to talk with Mrs. Voigt, and I want you to get these negatives developed.

- But miss.

- I'll be fine, Dot.

- I, I know a scenic lookout, we could stop at along the way.

- We don't have time for that, Hugh.

- You must promise me you'll take Dot straight home, Hugh.

- Of course, miss.

- Oh and "Twelfth Night," Collins.

(gentle lilting music) - Some kind of police code?

(tense music) (horse whinnying) The scarecrow was where you left messages for each other.

- What?

- How long was this going on, you and Oskar?

- I'm a married woman.

- A married woman who receives love poetry from another man.

- It was about learning the language.

- German or the language of love?

That explains why you were so distraught when you found your lover dead.

- Oskar confided in me, about what a hard choice it was to leave, about trying to heal the rift with his brother.

He didn't believe Erik about his father's death, but I told him I'd heard things too.

- What kind of things?

- Just rumors, when I was a kid, that Mikael Voigt had shot himself.

(horse whinnying) - [Phryne] You knew, didn't you?

- Knew what?

I'm not a mind reader.

- About Flora.

You knew he was sending her poetry.

- No harm in words, she's my wife, not his.

- He was wooing her under your nose.

- And you stood to benefit from his death.

No approval needed, half of everything with Oskar outta the way.

- True.

But why would I do it?

Erik's always looked after me, I'm happy as I am.

- Tell us exactly where you were between 1:00 and 3:00.

- I was setting up for the harvest lunch, lugging tables, carting crates of wine.

- Was anyone with you?

- Talk to Valma, she was the one ordering me about.

(birds chirping) - I can't be expected to remember who goes where.

- You know everything that goes on in this town.

You eavesdrop on every telephone conversation.

- I never.

We look after each other here.

- Is that what you call it?

- There was never any trouble before the crowds turned up.

- The war was a long time ago.

- Not for me.

There's not a day goes by when I don't see Andrew and my boy, right here, as if they never left.

- Inspector, Inspector!

(footsteps pounding) It's Oskar.

His body's been taken from the cool room.

(Erik breathing heavily) - Thank you.

Dottie, uh, I waited for lunch.

I thought we could go to the pie cart.

Maybe a walk through the gardens afterwards.

- Well, have you contacted Ida Voigt yet?

- I've told her lay low, we need to speak with her.

- And what about the negatives?

- Still waiting from a call from a lab, but.

- Then I think we should stay here.

- Dottie, I'm sure it'd be all right if we stepped out for a few minutes.

- Honestly, Hugh, I dunno how you can think of your stomach at a time like this, with Miss Fisher and the inspector trapped in that horrible town.

(slow tempo music) - Right, well, I'll make a cup of tea then.

- Sergeant Ford?

Empty.

(drawer thudding) - He could be anywhere.

- The sergeant mentioned the area is full of abandoned mine shafts.

Look at this.

Clem Ford said that he left Warong at 2:00 PM on the day that Oskar died.

He said the bridge was down on the highway and it took him an hour to get back.

- I checked, the bridge was out.

- But look at this track here.

It's a shortcut across the gully.

He had the time.

(engine rumbling) - We arrived as newlyweds.

We had the vines we brought on the boat, Dornfelder from the Rhine.

Those vines were our life, and we worked so hard.

We had a festival every year and people came from all around.

- Until the war.

- Then my boys marched away to fight for the king, and nobody would speak of anything with a German name.

They locked Mikael up at Langwarrin.

- But both your boys survived the war.

- Yes, I went to Station Pier to meet them.

We were so happy it was over.

But while I was away, Mikael died.

Everyone said it was his heart, but I think we all knew that that was a lie.

Mikael was as strong as an ox.

He must have killed himself.

- What the hell is going on here?

- Where's Oskar Voigt's body?

- I'd say dropped down the bottom of a mine shaft by now.

- Steady on, cowboy.

- Let's go.

(footsteps echoing) (door squeaking) - Do you mind telling me what the charge is?

- Why don't we start with obstruction?

Perhaps add conspiracy to pervert the course of justice.

- Then there's always murder.

- I told you I was at the Warong Stockyards and the bridge was down.

- We believe you, 'til that point.

- Then you cut across the gully.

- When you drove into town, your car was muddy, which is why you asked Frank to clean it.

(water splashing) - I did drive through the gully, but not to kill Oskar Voigt.

I followed Erik to Bendigo, made sure he showed up at the solicitors.

Get them on the telephone, ask him.

We spoke after Erik left.

The solicitor said there was a good chance of overturning the will, so why would I bother killing Oskar Voigt?

He was born here, used to play with Frank, all the other kids.

- All the other sons who were lost in the war.

(somber music) - Your son requested these from the Bendigo newspaper just before he died.

They seemed to upset him, but we're not sure why.

(papers rustling) (tense music) - 1918.

But I don't understand.

Mikael was not there for the festival that year.

He, Mikael died the night before.

But this is Mikael.

(beads clinking) (phone ringing) - Maiden Creek Hotel, how can I help you?

- Hello, I'd like to contact one of your guests, please, a Miss Fisher.

- Dot, it's me.

- Miss.

We found out something.

It was in the photographs.

- Ryan, William J., son of the only permanent guest, Dr. Ryan.

- What business is that of yours?

- None whatsoever.

What goes on behind closed doors is entirely your own business.

But when it comes to murder, that's when it becomes our business.

(tense music continues) It's the doctor you are protecting, not Clem.

(door rattling) - What's going on?

- Hello, Doctor.

- Bob, I didn't say a word.

- She didn't have to.

- You lit the sulfur stick.

When I first met you, Valma brushed something off your shirt.

Half an hour later you were wearing a fresh shirt.

- Oh, well.

- Valma washed it for you, but the stain never came out.

(gun cocks) - I tried my best, Miss Fisher.

- No, Valma.

- I wondered where that got to.

- On the counter, please, or I'll shoot.

- [Bob] Valma, please.

(gun gently placed down) - And the keys to the cell.

(keys clinking) - Go get Clem out.

(tense music continues) Outside.

- [Jack] I don't think you've thought this through, Mrs. Brightwell.

- You can hardly kill us in broad daylight.

(door shutting) It might be best not to give her any ideas.

- Stay there!

What are you doing?

(horn honking) Stop it!

(gunshot firing) (tense music continues) - Sorry.

- Phryne?

- It's all right, Jack.

Valma is obviously an excellent marks woman, or she would've killed me by now, and she would've shot you in the head instead of just shooting off your hat.

- Everyone back inside.

- Valma, I will give myself up.

- You heard the doc, Val.

(gun cocks) Let it go.

- My gun, Valma.

- Put it down, Val.

- You can hardly shoot the whole town.

You only have three bullets left.

- She's right, Val.

Time to put an end to this, all of it.

- No!

Don't do this.

(tense music continues) (Valma quietly sobbing) (tense music continues) (Valma sobbing loudly) (tense music continues) - You filled out a false death certificate for Mikael Voigt.

You claimed he died the night before the canceled 1918 festival.

(subdued music) - Doctor, it was a bad time for everyone, especially Valma.

- Andrew went at the beginning of the war, and then on the morning of the festival, I received a telegram about my son.

He was wounded on Armistice Day.

He took that long to die.

- When her husband died, she didn't shed a tear.

She worked hard, put her grief behind her.

Then when her son died when he did, too much.

We all decided to hold the festival late that year.

A Bendigo newspaper sent a photographer for pictures.

They were gonna be the first festival we had in four years.

- They wanted to do a feature about peace and prosperity.

They took pictures of the banner and the main street, and they went off to look at the grapevines.

That's when we saw the community hall.

(eerie music) - I tried to reason with Mikael to cancel the festival, but he wouldn't listen, so the doc gave it a go.

(distorted yelling) (body thumping) (gunshot firing) That's when she did it.

(eerie music) (body thudding) We cleaned up.

And then when Voigt's wife and sons arrived, we told them that Mikael had died the night before.

- Oskar Voigt figured it all out, didn't he?

- Sent away for a copy of the death certificate.

He said he was gonna have the body exhumed.

Said he'd hired a detective to find out what really happened to his father.

He thought it was Clem, Clem.

All our secrets pried out.

I tried to convince him, but he didn't care.

(body thudding) (Valma sobbing) - I lost them, along with every young man of fighting age in our town, and those two Kraut boys came marching home.

Where's the justice in that?

- You killed an innocent man, and a whole town held their tongues.

That's not justice.

(Valma sniffing) - Sorry.

(footsteps falling lightly) - There's someone here who would like to see you.

(footsteps falling lightly) - Oh, Mutter.

(dissonant music) (crickets chirping) - Dot, you have a visitor.

- Hello, Dottie.

- Feel free to help yourself to a bottle of wine.

- Where are the household candles, Dottie, in the?

- Why?

What for?

- I wanted this to be perfect, Dottie.

(match striking) I wanted rolling country hills, a scenic lookout, or a starry night with a full moon.

(light switch clicks) Now.

(Hugh sighing) Here is my hand that, sorry I can't, you shall from, for, from this time on, be your master's mistress.

- Excuse me?

- Oh, no, don't, I didn't, I didn't mean, I can't read it properly because I turned off the.

- Please, Hugh, just stop.

Stop worrying.

- Dottie, I love you.

I love you so much.

(light piano music) Because you make everything all right, and because I couldn't imagine my life without you in it, would you do me the honor of being my wife?

You will?

- Yes, yes.

(Dottie and Hugh chuckling lightly) Oh right.

(Dottie and Hugh laughing) - It fits.

(kiss smooching) - Now that, Hugh Collins, was just perfect.

(low-key jazz music) - Now this (cork popping) is a very special wine.

Well, it's more like grape juice at this stage, but, (glasses clinking) (wine sloshing) it's special nonetheless.

To Maiden Creek.

- May we never see the likes of her again.

(glasses clinking) May I ask what's so special about this wine?

- I crushed it myself.

- What with?

- With my feet, mainly.

- Not a bad job.

- And I need to thank you for coming to my rescue.

Is that what I did?

- Eventually.

And you paid dearly in the millinery sense, so.

(low-key jazz music continues) There, for the next woman who uses you for target practice.

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