(dramatic music) (dramatic music continues) (coins clinking) (dramatic music continues) (dramatic music continues) - Where's the rest?

- I tried.

- Are you stealing from me?

- Please.

- I can make you tell me.

- Leave her alone!

(man screaming) (swing music) (swing music continues) (swing music continues) (swing music continues) (swing music continues) (crowd chattering) (train whistles) - Our return journey will be so much more thrilling, Dot.

The first Hispano-Suiza was built for the king of Spain.

Isn't she sleek?

The body's low and wide, but it hides an engine of fiendish power.

- Are you sure that's wise, miss, for a lady detective?

Won't the crims hear you coming?

- They'll see me first.

- Shall I hold your bag for you, mother?

- I am trying to count, stupid girl.

(dramatic music) - Two first class tickets to Ballarat, please.

(train whistles) Oh, thank you, Bert, Seth.

I don't know what I'd do without you two.

- You're about to find out, miss.

- We got a couple other jobs on the go, so... - Most of them a lot less trouble.

- What a pity.

I take possession of my new house today.

I was hoping you might help with the last of the furniture.

- Our old jalopy won't handle heavy loads.

- That's a shame.

But if you call at this address, I've left a small token of my appreciation for you.

- Thanks, miss.

Much appreciated.

(crowd chattering) - Maybe I should stay behind to help with the unpacking.

Wouldn't I be of more use?

- I didn't invite you along to be useful, Dot.

I invited you so we could have some fun.

- I'll do my best, then.

(boy imitating plane flying) - You do realize, young man, that if you're squashed on the tracks, no one can put you back together again.

- Ed, Ed, stay away from the edge.

(boy imitating plane flying) Boys.

- I never understood the appeal of parenthood.

(boy imitating plane flying) - [Man] Here's our ladies, then.

Just in time.

(jazz music) (woman giggling) (woman whispering) - Well, the scenery has vastly improved, Dot, and we haven't even left the station.

(jazz music continues) (train whistles) Shame.

(train whistling) (man yelling indistinctly) (jazz music continues) - We left the docks so we wouldn't have to lick the boss's boots.

- Miss Fisher's boots are different.

Wow.

- You must be Mr. Johnson and Mr. Yates.

I'm Tobias Butler.

- G'day.

- I thought you'd be wanting some refreshment before you pick up the rest of the furniture.

Please.

I haven't worked for a spinster before.

- Spinster?

(chuckles) Have you met Miss Fisher?

- I understand she's related to the king.

Mrs. Butler would've loved that.

- She's certainly a toff.

- Well, it'll be a pleasure to serve a respectable lady with a strict routine who appreciates the quiet life.

(man spits and laughs) (Miss Fisher whooping) (wheels clacking) (train whistling) - Come on, Dot!

- Miss!

- [Miss Fisher] Smell the fresh air!

- Please come in, Miss.

(wheels clacking) (boy imitating plane flying) (boy running) (boy imitating plane flying) - Can someone keep that horrible child quiet?

- Eddie, Eddie.

Sorry, miss.

Matron Henderson.

- What a surprise.

- Likewise.

If I'd known, I would've changed my bloody booking, - Mr. Cotton, that's enough.

- Keep out of it.

Eunice.

- Come on Eddie.

- And you can stick your eyes back inside your head, missy.

(jazz music) (jazz music continues) (jazz music continues) (jazz music continues) (crickets chirping) (owls hooting) (train whistling) (rain falling) (thunder rumbling) (Miss Fisher yawns) (train whistling) (train jolting) (engine speeding up) (Miss Fisher sniffing) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (Miss Fisher sniffing) (mysterious music continues) (Miss Fisher sniffing) (Miss Fisher knocking) - Hello?

Is everything all right?

(Miss Fisher rattling door) (gunshot fires) (mysterious music continues) - Miss, what's happening?

What's that smell?

- It's chloroform.

- Mother, where's my mother?

- Was she with you?

- She was right here.

Pull the emergency cord.

(brakes screeching) - [Man] We've checked the crossing.

You two, head south.

- [Man] Mrs. Henderson!

- [Man] There you are.

- [Man] Let's keep on this way.

- [Miss Fisher] These local plods are useless.

There's clearly been foul play.

- That's a full run, miss.

You've won.

Game's over.

- What a relief.

- What about the man with the little boy?

- What about him?

- He seemed to have a set against Mrs. Henderson.

- Apologies, ladies and gentlemen, but I'm afraid we'll remain here for the night.

We'll provide light refreshments and try to make you as comfortable as possible.

- Hello, Sergeant.

Just like to offer you my services.

- Hmm.

I wouldn't worry your pretty head about police work.

You leave that to us, hmm?

- Ah, Inspector Jack Robinson finds my help invaluable.

- Who?

- Senior Detective Inspector Jack Robinson, City South.

He'd be thrilled to think I could be of assistance.

- Well, I'll be telephoning my report through to him shortly, so I'll ask him direct.

(light music) - [Collins] Ooh!

- [Dot] Constable Collins.

- Miss Williams.

- Constable Collins, how lovely.

Tell the inspector I'll be right with him.

- The inspector's not here, miss.

- But he thought it important enough to send you?

- Only to tell you, in his words, to stay in your compartment, to please resist the temptation to interfere, and to not bandy about his name for your own convenience.

- Well, you can assure the inspector that none of this is very convenient.

(light piano music) (Dot and Collins chuckle nervously) - Thank you.

(light piano music continues) (light piano music continues) - Hard.

That's one.

Damn.

- Don't worry, Sarge.

Nice job.

- Miss Fisher.

I thought you were in your compartment.

- I tried my best, but I'm not good with confined spaces.

- I'm sure the local sergeant has things under control.

- The local sergeant couldn't control a country cake stall.

I know Mrs. Henderson was on the train after Bacchus Marsh Station because I saw her reboard.

Where did the train stop after that?

- Well, nowhere.

It's an express to Ballarat.

- But I felt it stop.

What's that?

- That?

That's a water stop, but the train only shunts there for five minutes.

- A lot can happen in five minutes, Constable.

- I've been told to steer clear of you.

- Oh, the constable here was just asking if I recall the train stopping after Bacchus Marsh.

- It's an express.

- Apart from the water stop, sir.

Miss Fisher, wait!

It's pitch black.

- Follow my lead, constable.

I have the eyes of a fox.

- Miss Fisher, slow down!

- Carriage would've pulled up around here.

- Miss Fisher, wait.

- It looks like something's been dragged this way.

Come on, men, keep up!

(frogs croaking) (water splashing) (frogs croaking) (water splashing) - No, no, no, let me, miss.

It's very high.

- Don't fret, you.

I've scaled Kilimanjaro.

(step clattering) At least to the first hikers' hut.

(water dripping) What's that?

(mysterious music) - Oh dear God.

- Let's cut her down.

Sir!

- Constable Collins.

I hope you're not allowing civilians to tamper with a murder victim.

- Hello, Inspector.

How was your journey?

- As uneventful as yours will be, back to your compartment.

Thank you, Miss Fisher.

So, most of the bruising's around the neck.

- But not a lot of jewelry, you'll note.

- We'll take that into consideration, Miss Fisher.

- And I'd keep an eye out for a large faceted rose quartz and gold necklace and diamond cluster earrings and several exquisite... Goodnight, inspector.

- All right, Miss Fisher.

Take a full description of the victim's missing valuables, please, Constable.

- Yes, sir.

(birds chirping) - I don't believe it.

- I know this is a terrible time, but do you have any idea who might harbor a grudge against your mother?

- Everybody knew mother was difficult, but...

Mother... (crying) (dramatic music) (window clatters) - (sighs) I can't thank you enough, Mr. Cotton.

These windows tend to stick and I've been in a fluster since I heard about Mrs. Henderson.

- Have they found her yet?

- They found her body.

Seems she was murdered.

- Murdered?

- Someone hung her from a water tank.

- Good God.

- I believe you knew her.

- Yes.

I can't say I'm that sorry she's gone.

But the daughter seems nice enough.

It must be awful for her.

- Alexander Cotton?

- Yes.

- Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.

- Mr. Cotton was just helping me with my windows.

- You'll have to manage your own windows, Miss Fisher.

I need to ask Mr. Cotton a few questions.

- What about?

- Just routine.

- Take my compartment.

I was just leaving.

(light music) - Where were you last night when the train stopped at the water tank?

- I was in the dining car, I think.

(light music continues) - I'm just going.

- What were you doing in the dining car?

- I went to get a lemonade for Eddie.

He was on with me about the show, how long till we got there.

I thought it might keep him quiet.

- You're on your way to the Ballarat show?

- I'm not much interested in agriculture, but we had free tickets.

- Thank you for your gallantry, Mr. Cotton.

- Goodbye, Miss Fisher.

(light music continues) - Ask him about his altercation with Mrs. Henderson.

(Miss Fisher knocks) Miss Henderson, may I come in?

Pardon me for asking, but was your mother in full command of her faculties?

- Well, my mother was many things, but she was not in her doe ditch.

She only retired a few years ago.

That's when we moved to the city.

- So you were on your way to Ballarat to visit old friends?

- Yes, we booked a guest house for the weekend.

You don't think she was still alive when... - I'm sure your mother didn't suffer.

If she was chloroformed like you were, she wouldn't have known a thing.

- I hope so.

All for the sake of a few baubles.

- It seems that way, but her jewels look to be quite valuable.

- Father bought the diamonds back from the Boer War.

I think mother treasured them more for sentimental reasons.

- I'm sure the police will do their best to find the culprit and return your heirlooms, but... (light music) I'd like to help.

- A detective?

Do you not think the proper authorities will get to the bottom of this?

- Perhaps.

Eventually.

There'll be an autopsy, of course.

I know this must be hard, but my companion couldn't help noticing your mother arguing with a man in the dining car.

- Oh, Alexander Cotton.

He and mother don't get on.

- Why not?

- His wife died in labor while mother was still matron in charge at the Ballarat hospital.

He blamed her.

You don't think he did something to her, do you?

- I can look into it further if you like, but we shouldn't jump to conclusions.

- Thank you, Miss Fisher.

I would like your help.

- My Mary tried to tell her that our boy was about to arrive, but Matron Henderson said she was nowhere near her time and sent us home again.

My poor Mary bled to death on the kitchen floor after I delivered Eddie myself.

She never saw her son.

- And you blame Mrs. Henderson.

- I'd be a fool to tell you that.

- Surely you have better things to do.

Another round of gin rummy?

- I can't abide playing cards.

Complete waste of time.

So you think he did it?

- I'll keep my own counsel on that.

- If he'd hauled an elderly woman up a water tower in a panic, you'd think he'd have a blister or two, but he has the softest palms.

- He could've worn gloves.

(light music) - And odd that he was on the same train trip with a woman he loathed.

- It wasn't planned.

He won tickets in a competition.

(light music continues) So if the compartment was locked, how'd you get in?

(light music) - I hit the lock with my shoe.

- Your shoe seems to have the ballistic capabilities of a 38 revolver.

- Fancy that.

- Hmm.

(door sliding) - So you're letting me in?

- It's either that or watch you hound me through the door.

- So the murderer was either one of the passengers or boarded the train at the water stop.

- Then broke in here and managed to knock out the daughter, possibly the mother, too, with neither of them making much protest.

- Not that I could hear.

- I assume this window was closed when you found the victim's daughter.

(Miss Fisher gasps) - A perfect match for Mrs. Henderson's afternoon frock.

Ink background, peach print, with an olive and red floral design.

- I'll take your word.

- Look at this.

- Even I noticed the body wore red shoes.

- Crimson patent leather.

I think we've established her exit route, conscious or unconscious.

- Inspector.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but could I please have a word outside?

- I was just giving the inspector my account of finding the victim and my client.

- Client?

- Miss Henderson's asked me to look into the case.

- And what would prompt her to do that?

- Sir- - She obviously recognizes my considerable talents.

- Self-styled and completely untrained though they are.

- When you're both finished here, sir, the local police would like to talk to you about a lost child.

(Collins coughs) The Ballarat police picked her up walking the rail line.

She had a handkerchief full of the old lady's diamonds.

(mysterious music) - I'm Detective Inspector Robinson.

Let's start with your name.

- She's refusing to answer any of our questions, sir.

- You don't have a choice.

You've been caught with thousands of pounds worth of stolen property.

- Perhaps we have a use for Miss Fisher, after all.

(light music) How does it compare with Kilimanjaro, Miss Fisher?

- Why the water tank, do you think, Inspector?

Mrs. Henderson could have been strung up just as well on any old tree.

The advantage of the water tank is the water, but our victim was hung, not drowned.

Although it would've made a very good hiding place.

- If not for the rusty ladder you fell down.

- I didn't fall.

The ladder collapsed beneath me.

- Given your low expectations of police investigative skills, Miss Fisher, you may be surprised to hear that we've found Mrs. Henderson's valuables.

- I am.

I mean, I'd be surprised if anyone found them, except you, Inspector.

- But our thief is proving to be such a difficult customer that I've come to beg your help.

- No, I don't do children.

Especially not uncooperative ones.

- Looks like it's off to welfare, then.

- We both know that that won't help.

- I've done my best.

(birds chirping) - I'm Franny Fisher.

What's your name?

- [Collins] We're just over there if you need anything.

- Would you like to come inside for a fizzy drink?

A sarsaparilla, perhaps?

Seems bribery's not gonna get us anywhere, then.

I'm tempted to tell them.

I saw you lurking on the platform obviously trying to stow away.

Your choice.

- I don't remember anything.

I must have fallen and hit my head when I jumped off the train.

- You need to tell me how you came to be in possession of those jewels.

You've been caught red-handed and the police are looking to solve a murder.

They'll say you tried to rob the old lady and she put up a fight.

Next thing you know you'll be locked up for life or worse.

- I didn't kill anyone.

- I don't think for a moment you did, but you certainly know something.

(birds chirping) - Jane.

My name's Jane.

- I had a sister called Jane.

It's a lovely name.

(birds chirping) (Miss Fisher knocking on door) Miss Henderson, how are you feeling?

- Better, slightly.

Has there been any development with the case?

Have the police questioned Mr. Cotton?

- Yes.

His alibi is flimsy.

Of course he has a motive, but no incriminating evidence so far.

- Then thank goodness I have you helping with the case.

- I have a motor car arriving in an hour's time.

I'm happy to give you a lift back to Melbourne if you wanna get off this train.

- I'm hoping the inspector's finished with me, but I wouldn't wanna trouble you.

- No trouble at all.

Plenty of room for one more in the car.

- Well, that's one problem less.

- Isn't she glorious, Inspector?

You ready, ladies?

- What on earth?

(car doors closing) (engine revving) - They say the top speed's 85 miles an hour, but I'm sure we can do better than that.

(jazz music) (engine revving) - Constable, is it possible Miss Fisher has just kidnapped the victim's daughter and one of our suspects?

- It is now, sir.

(jazz music continues) (engine rumbling) (jazz music continues) - [Man] This'll be interesting.

- And you must be Mr. Butler.

- Pleased to meet you, Miss Fisher.

(Miss Fisher sighs) - Oh, sorry, I forgot to telephone ahead about my extra guests.

We've all been somewhat distracted by Eunice's mother's murder.

- A murder, miss?

- I do hope they chloroformed her first, but hanging's never pleasant.

Keep your eye on this one.

She's a stowaway, a thief, and probably needs delousing.

I expect the police will come looking for her, but you can just refer them to me.

Oh, and while I remember, careful with the hand luggage.

My pistol's in there somewhere and it may still be loaded.

- Of course, miss.

Appreciate the warning (man chuckles) (Dot sniffling) - Dot, whatever's wrong?

- I've never had my own room before.

It's lovely.

- Is that all?

I thought you were still suffering motion sickness.

- Oh no, miss, I wasn't ill, just terrified out of my wits.

- Well, that's a relief.

I don't have to worry about my upholstery.

(Dot laughs weakly) Mr. Butler, you've done a magnificent job setting up the house.

Everything exactly where it ought to be.

- Oh, thank you, miss.

Approximately how long will Miss Jane be staying with us?

- Till she tells us everything she knows.

- Very well.

Mr. Alistair Herbert, Miss Henderson's fiance, and her cousin, Mr. Lindsay Thompson, are waiting in the parlor for you.

- Hmm.

- On the telephone, Eunice said she'd been chloroformed.

I know something about its after effects.

- Don't show off, Alistair.

One more exam and he's a doctor.

- Can I see her now?

- Of course.

Dot, would you mind showing Mr. Herbert upstairs to see Miss Henderson?

- Of course.

This way, sir.

- I hope you don't mind our casual dress.

We've come straight from rowing.

We're both in the InterVarsity aid.

- Looks like your coach shows no mercy.

- All part of the sacrifice.

But Al is more the sporting hero.

It's the way to win a university scholarship.

- Are you a medical student, too?

- Me?

No, I'm studying law.

I have to go to the bar someday and specialize in crime.

Fascinating area.

It's a treat to meet a lady detective.

Do you have any idea who's responsible?

- I was hoping you might help me there.

Do you know of any particular enemies your aunt might have made?

- How long a list would you like?

- Were you close to your aunt?

- I was rather fond of the old girl.

I don't deny she could be vile at times and she thought poor Alistair was far too common because his father sells buttons in Ballarat, but she never turned her talons on me.

- What do you put that down to?

- Charm.

(Miss Henderson walking) - Thank you for the ride home, Miss Fisher, and for all your help.

- Are you sure you're up to going home?

I have a physician friend who can look you over.

- I'll take perfectly good care of her, Miss Fisher.

- I'll telephone, then, regarding the case.

- Of course.

I look forward to your call.

- So will I.

(jazz music) - Could you please find me the number for Melbourne University, Dot?

I need to have a word with the vice chancellor.

(jazz music continues) (crickets chirping) (someone knocking on door) - Good evening - Sir, I'm sorry to wake you, but this lady insists on seeing young Jane tonight.

- I'm the dear child's aunt.

I've been so worried about her.

- Mr. Butler, please show Miss Gay into the parlor.

- I've explained to your visitor that Jane's in temporary care while we continue our investigation.

- Thank you.

- But the inspector is expecting you at the station in the morning to explain why you abducted a juvenile.

- Well, I'm sure I'll have a very good answer by then.

- Goodnight, miss.

- I think of her wandering all alone at night.

The constable said you were kind enough to take her in.

- Did he mention that she'd been found with stolen property?

- Oh, deary me.

I'm afraid my Jane has been light fingered before.

- It seems your aunt is here.

- Oh, Jane, darling, thank God you're all right.

Now come back home with me and we'll help sort out all this fuss.

- No, I'm not going back there and you're not my aunt.

- Now, this isn't time for one of your stories.

- I don't want him near me.

- [Miss Gay] Who, Jane dear?

Now, I know we don't have these kind of comforts back home, but that is no reason for this kind of carry on.

Now come along.

- No, please don't make me go back there.

I'm afraid it's very late in the day to be discussing this.

If you'd like to meet me at the police station in the morning, you can provide my solicitor with proof that you're Jane's legal guardian and I can release her into your care.

- Don't be fooled by her.

She's a devious child.

- Mr. Butler, please show Miss Gay out.

- Yes.

- You'll be hearing from me.

- No doubt.

Jane, who is that woman?

(mysterious music) What are you so afraid of?

How can I help you if you won't tell me?

- I can't.

(birds chirping) (stick clacking) - No doubt about this job, mate.

Bloody shocking conditions.

- Morning, Bert, Seth.

I need you to inquire about renting a room in this boarding house in seven.

Find out all you can about the landlady, Miss Gay, and any equally dubious gentleman tenant she might have.

(door opening) Morning, Inspector.

I was just on my way to see you.

- To explain yourself, I hope.

- Tea?

- I can't believe you'll hide appropriating a child who should have been in the care of the state.

- State care.

You know what those places are like.

And if that woman was Jane's aunt, I'll eat my clock.

The poor child clearly loathed her.

- None of this explains how that poor child came to be in possession of Mrs. Henderson's jewels or what she had to do with a murder.

- Well, it's lucky for you I finally convinced Jane she should speak with you.

Come in, Jane.

- I found the jewels by the rail line.

- Why didn't you tell us this before?

- I didn't think you'd believe me.

- That could be because it's not particularly believable.

What were you up to the rest of the time on the train?

- I was asleep in the guard's van mostly, but someone came in when the train stopped and woke me up.

- Who was it?

- I thought it was the guard.

I was hiding and they were in a hurry.

Whoever it was, they just grabbed a whole lot of rope and left.

- You couldn't see anything?

- No, it was too dark.

But a little later I heard noises, so I poked my head out to see what was going on.

- And?

- That's when I saw the jewels from the train spilled all over the ground.

- I should still charge you as a stowaway.

- Why me?

I wasn't the only one.

- Who else was there?

- That rich man in his fancy striped jacket.

- You mean Alistair Herbert or Lindsay Thompson.

I saw both of them at the station before the train pulled out.

- I couldn't tell which one.

I only saw from behind.

But one of them jumped back on.

- Thank you, Jane.

I'll see you upstairs.

Alistair Herbert whisked Eunice away far too quickly for my liking, so I checked up on both young men with the university.

- Yes?

- Mr. Thompson, the charmer of the pair, is in strife for gambling at Aumond College, and Mr. Herbert, the rowing champion, has actually failed the medical degree he claims he's almost finished.

- Thank you.

I'll make a note not to consult them for legal or medical advice, but if I need to be rowed anywhere, they sound like just the ticket.

(mysterious music) (dog barking) (brake clicking) (mysterious music continues) - Blimey.

- It's 10 chillings a week, deposit now.

Breakfast is at seven.

Dinner is at six.

(door creaking) No alcohol, tobacco, or skirts, and board's due every Friday at 12.

- Did you find the girl?

- Good morning, Mr. Merton.

- You look familiar.

Have we met before?

I know I've seen you somewhere.

- Perhaps you saw my stage act.

I used to play the the Tipoli.

- Maybe.

What was your act?

- I am the Great Hypno.

- That's right.

I remember now.

- Always a pleasure to meet an admirer.

(mysterious music) (door opening and closing) (mysterious music continues) - Can't take the room.

- Why?

What's wrong?

- There's a bloke in there I know from the Tip.

He's a bloody hypnotist.

- Same one made you cluck like a chook, then lay an egg?

You promised Miss Fisher, so you're just gonna have to go back in there.

Come on.

(car door shuts) (man imitates chicken clucking) (door creaks) - I can manage meself.

It's all right, love.

All I'm after is some information.

You know a girl called Jane who used to live here?

- Jane's my best friend.

Have you seen her?

- She's in a much more hospitable place than this.

- [Miss Gay] Ruth?

Get out there, girl.

(bell ringing) (engine revving) - I'll ask you again, Mr. Herbert.

Where did you go after your farewell with Miss Henderson on the Ballarat train that day?

(Alistair sighs) You're not making this easy for yourself.

- Anything I say in here, does it have to go any further?

- It'll go all the way to the high court if you don't cooperate.

- It's difficult because of Eunice.

I love her.

You have to believe that.

- Go on.

- All right.

I spent most of the evening in the city watch house.

- What were you picked up for?

- Soliciting.

I have on occasion visited certain ladies of the night.

I feel awful about it.

- Can anyone confirm this?

What was the name of the establishment?

- It's very discreet.

Police records will confirm I spent the rest of the night in a jail cell.

(mysterious music) (birds chirping) (jazz music) (jazz music continues) - So your cousin was the sole beneficiary of your mother's estate?

- It seems that way.

He's always been mother's favorite.

I can't believe it.

Maybe mother found out that he owed money and wanted to help him out.

- Who did he owe money to?

- Lindsay is very dear to me, but he likes the occasional flutter and his gambling debts have got out of hand.

- Your mother never discussed her plans to change the will?

- Never.

I only thought to look for it after Miss Fisher telephoned.

I was so shocked when I found the letter in mother's bureau.

(birds chirping) - Aunt Agnes's lawyer rang me yesterday.

She left me everything.

Poor Eunice.

But of course I'll share whatever there is.

- You don't seem surprised.

- Well, Aunt Agnes threatened it constantly because of Alistair.

I just never thought she'd go through with it.

- Where did you go after you dropped your aunt off at the Ballarat train?

- I went to the automobile club for a quick ale.

Ended up staying longer than I planned.

I had supper there.

- Can anyone verify your story?

Where was your friend Alistair Herbert?

- Al wasn't with me that night.

He went off to swat or something.

- Who else was at the club?

- It was unusually quiet.

I can't recall anyone in particular.

- I'd hone your answers better than that before Detective Robinson calls you in.

- You don't think I'm guilty?

- It doesn't matter what I think, but I don't allow myself to be lustfully compromised during my murder investigations.

- Then I do hope this case is resolved soon.

(birds chirping) - Was Eunice aware that she was likely to be disinherited?

- Of course she was.

Aunt Agnes wasn't the secretive type.

Eunice was worried Alistair would find out.

Maybe she feared he'd lose interest.

- She's a respectable lady.

That old cow downstairs came after Jane, but Miss Fisher sent her packing.

How did Jane end up here?

- Miss Gay and Mr. Merton got her from the orphanage like some of the others.

She's got no one.

Not like me.

I've still got my granny somewhere.

Are you sure Jane's all right?

- What are you up to in here?

She bothering you?

My friend from the Tiv, how did you enjoy your lunch?

- My guts are still grinding.

- Let's see if I can help you with that.

Look into my eyes.

- No thanks.

- You can only see my eyes.

You hear nothing but my words, my voice.

You do nothing but as I command you.

(mysterious music) Why is that lady detective interested in Jane?

- Miss Fisher thinks she's stole some jewels.

- Jewels?

(mysterious music continues) (door creaks) - As I told Miss Fisher, I went to the automobile club that night.

- No one with your name signed in that night.

We checked the register.

- I moved on from there.

Just my usual haunts.

Same place as every Friday.

Alistair could back me up on that.

- Alistair's not in a position to back anyone up.

He spent the night in the Colton watch house.

- Is that what Al told you?

- And Colton Station confirmed it.

I'd like to remind you, this is a murder investigation, not a friendly chat.

Where were you?

- That was me at the watch house.

Al and I have an agreement.

He lets me use his name whenever I get into strife with the law so that I can go to the bar unblemished.

- Are you saying Alistair agreed that you could impersonate him to protect your own indiscretions?

- I'm happy for him to share my accommodation and he's happy to protect my reputation.

We do look alike on a rough description.

- And someone of that rough description, either yourself or your friend Alistair Herbert, was seen unlawfully boarding the Ballarat train the night your aunt died.

I'm glad you understand the seriousness of my inquiry.

(mysterious music) - Oh, hello, miss.

You might like to have an urgent word with Miss Jane.

(mysterious music continues) (jewelry rattling) - I see you found yourself some more valuables.

And who's this?

- My friend Ruth, miss.

- I think it's time to tell me what's going on.

(mysterious music) - Can I help you?

- Mr. Merton.

Hypnotics, illusions, and futurologist.

- The Great Hypno?

- Mm-hmm.

I offer my services for soirees, ladies' luncheons, birthdays, and the like.

Perhaps I could have a word with a householder?

- He made us steal.

He hypnotized people on the street while we picked their pockets.

- You poor lambs.

- You're safe here.

- A visitor for you, Miss Fisher.

A questionable gentleman.

- Good.

We've been expecting him.

- Is he here?

- If he gets his hands on me, he'll kill me.

- No one is killing anyone.

- Shall I telephone the police?

- No, I'll deal with this.

- But he'll hurt you.

Please!

- [Girl] You don't know what he can do.

- Girls, stay in my room.

Dot, lock the door behind me.

The Great Hypno.

What an honor.

Miss Franny Fisher.

- A pleasure.

- I've always been quite taken with the idea of being hypnotized.

- I'd be delighted to demonstrate my skills.

Why don't you make yourself comfortable?

(door creaks and slams) - Girls, no!

- [Girl] Sorry, Miss Williams.

- Jane, come back.

Let me out.

Jane!

(rattling door) (mysterious music) - You hear nothing but my words, my voice.

You will do nothing but answer the questions that I ask.

(mysterious music continues) Now tell me where the girl is.

Where is Jane?

- Jane?

- You'll tell me where the girl is or I will kill you.

Do you understand?

- You'll kill me.

- No you won't, you old bastard!

(metal clanging) (Mr. Merton grunting in pain) - You can hand that over now, Jane.

- They've got you fooled, lady.

They're liars.

- I'm not interested in your opinion, Mr. Merton.

- But you were hypnotized.

- Not for a moment.

And it seems that you can hold your own, Mr. Butler.

- 22nd battalion AIF, miss.

(Mr. Merton grunting) - Dot?

- She's locked in the bedroom.

- Well, you might like to let her out so she can telephone the police.

(birds chirping) (horses trotting) - Mr. Merton and Miss Gay are both behind bars and we've contacted most of the girls' families, including your grandmother, Ruth.

- Excuse me.

Miss Eunice Henderson is here to see you.

Thank you, Dot.

Don't run off, Inspector.

- Thank you so much, Miss Fisher, but I've decided the police can handle things from here.

- The case isn't solved yet.

- But I've had quite enough of it.

A spell at the seaside is what I need.

- I'm sure it is.

Pity no one sent you free tickets like you sent Alexander Cotton.

- I don't know what you mean.

- You don't need to cover up a good deed, unless it's more than a good deed, which I'm inclined to suspect given that you lied to the police about your knowledge of your mother's will.

- I need to go.

I have a taxi waiting.

- Hello, Miss Henderson.

- Inspector.

Miss Henderson was just about to explain why she framed Alexander Cotton for her mother's death.

- Distinctive handwriting.

- And a very fine match to the addressee on Mr. Cotton's mystery tickets.

Postmarked Hampton.

Isn't that where you live, Miss Henderson?

- Well, they were a gift, a kindness.

- It's too late, Eunice.

Your fear has given you away.

- It's not what you think.

It wasn't meant to happen like that.

We only needed enough for a life together, a practice in the country.

We only wanted mother's jewels.

(mysterious music) - But something went terribly wrong, didn't it?

- Mother woke up.

We had to do something.

We had no choice.

This is not his fault.

It wasn't meant to happen.

- The police will find him, Eunice.

Or will he leave without you?

- Alistair found out about mother's will, about Lindsay.

He's furious with him.

- He's a desperate man, Eunice.

He might do anything.

You have to help us stop him.

- He's gone to the rowing club to meet Lindsay before training.

You don't think he'll hurt him?

(horn honking) (dramatic music) (brakes squealing) (Alistair speaking indistinctly) - [Alistair] You're the one who talked the old cow into it.

- [Lindsay] I didn't, Al, I swear, and I'm happy to help you both now, trust me - [Alistair] Just sign it!

(men grunting) - Behind you, Alistair!

(dramatic music continues) - I've got it.

Stay back.

- Move and I'll snap his neck!

- Lindsay!

- It won't help you, Herbert.

- Don't let him do this.

- (indistinct) for everything we want.

- Yes.

- Just keep it calm.

- You're making things worse.

- Yeah, but we can still get away.

Remember the cottage by this sea?

Remember?

Just bring me the gum slowly.

- Don't trust him, Eunice.

Alistair always planned to kill your mother.

- You don't know anything!

- The inspector and I both know a great deal more than you hoped we would.

You knew exactly where that water tank was so you could hide the body after you hung her.

The only thing that wasn't premeditated was losing your mother's jewels.

(train whistling) The rusty ladder slowed him down, but the whole plan was ruined when he panicked at the sound of a runaway child.

Your mother didn't wake up, Eunice.

Even a failed medical student would know how much chloroform to use.

Did he tell you that?

That he'd failed his degree?

That's what finally tipped you, isn't it?

That Mrs. Henderson was proven right.

You were never good enough.

(Lindsay gasping) Let him go.

(Lindsay gasping) (mysterious music) - I still adore you, Eunice.

- Alistair, we've done such an unforgivable thing.

(Eunice crying) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (crickets chirping) - Miss Fisher.

- Thank you, Jane.

I was prepared to let this go if you wanted it badly enough.

But I'm glad to have it back.

- When are you taking me to welfare?

- I don't think I can.

How would you feel about staying here?

- I'm not a nice girl.

- Well, I've never been very nice, either, so you're just the kind of girl I like.

- [Girl] Franny, Franny, let's go!

♪ The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea ♪ ♪ In a beautiful pea-green boat ♪ ♪ They took some honey and plenty of money ♪ ♪ Wrapped up in a five-pound note ♪ ♪ The Owl looked up to the stars above ♪ - [Girl] Jane, look!

♪ And sang to a small guitar ♪ ♪ O lovely Pussy!

O Pussy, my love ♪ ♪ What a beautiful Pussy you are ♪ (girls giggling) (thunder rumbling) - Inspector Robinson is here, Miss Fisher.

- Inspector, to what do I owe the pleasure?

- I've had a word to welfare.

They've agreed to let you foster Jane.

- Good.

But you're not convinced.

- You do know it's not easy looking after a kid who's been through the ringer.

- Nothing that matters is easy.

- Hmm.

- And it could be far worse.

She could be a babe in arms.

Can I offer you a drink?

- Uh... Perhaps just one.

(thunder rumbling) - What about babes of your own?

- No, no, we were never blessed.

- To all the kids who've been through the ringer, then, Inspector Robinson.

(glasses clink) (jazz music) (Robinson coughs) - You might as well call me Jack.

Everyone else does.

- Very well, Jack.

And you may call me Franny, although hardly anyone else does.

(jazz music continues) (jazz music continues) ♪ Does she love me?

Positively ♪ ♪ Do I love her?

Absolutely ♪ ♪ Positively, absolutely, and how ♪ ♪ Is she nifty?

Positively ♪ ♪ Under 50?

Absolutely ♪ ♪ Positively, absolutely a wow ♪ ♪ And was she hard to guess?

♪ ♪ Did I say no?

♪ ♪ And does she love to pet?

♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh baby ♪ ♪ Does she love me?

Positively ♪ ♪ Do I love her?

Absolutely ♪ ♪ Positively, absolutely, and how ♪ (jazz music continues) (jazz music continues) (bright music)