Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries
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Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries S01E01
Part 1
Feb. 25, 2021, 1:54 p.m.
Alice!
Alice!
You don't understand, Dot.
You don't understand at all.
Help me...
If it isn't the Honourable Miss Phryne Fisher!
About time!
How are the Antipodes?
- They've missed you desperately. - So they damn well should.
Oh, travelling light again.
Must be some advantage to a sea voyage
otherwise I would have joined the Avro air race.
Paper!
Paper!
What are your intentions?
You've had three months at sea to ponder.
Well, I intend to leave my family as far behind as possible.
I think you've managed that. Next?
Well, I could learn Abyssinian.
Or perfect my barefoot dancing.
We both know why you're here.
Darling, you can't bring Janey back.
But I can stop him doing it again.
Premier Hogan is a regular guest of this establishment.
Straight to the top, then.
Miss Fisher?
Thank you.
A luncheon. Today?!
With Lydia Andrews. How lovely.
Oh. And Aunt Prudence.
Shame I have to perform an urgent bowel operation.
Miss Phryne Fisher to see Miss Lydia Andrews.
She's expecting me.
Sorry, Miss... Fisher.
The luncheon's been cancelled due to a family tragedy.
What kind of tragedy?
Mr Andrews passed away this morning.
Oh, Phryne!
I'm so glad you're here.
- I've missed you so badly. I'm so sorry for you.
Awful this, all this.
It's alright.
If there's anything I can do.
He just collapsed.
Well, we thought it was his heart
but then the police have been here all morning.
Poor darling man.
Dear, we need tea.
- Aunt Prudence. - Phryne, dear.
Hardly recognised the child in you.
Apart from the length of your skirt.
Whereas you haven't changed one jot, Aunt Prudence.
- Smooth passage? - So far.
Have you seen a doctor? You look terribly pale.
I've felt dreadful, even before John collapsed.
As if I knew something was coming.
Excuse me, madam.
That detective wants to speak with you again.
So what on earth happened?
Now, you know I'm not one to pry
but I couldn't help overhearing in the hallway.
It seems that John collapsed suddenly
after a light breakfast of tea and cumquat marmalade toast.
And the maid found him purple in the face and cold to the touch
on the bathroom floor.
The police obviously suspect his death had a helping hand.
I'm sorry, the inspector would like all visitors to leave
so that he may question the household.
Very well.
Excuse me.
Uh, excuse me, miss. Your...
- Ta, then. - Uh, excuse me, miss!
You can't... Oh!
I just need the powder room.
I'm sorry but my instructions...
No-one's to pass this point.
I understand perfectly.
Though, my bladder may not.
I'll just... I'll just check with the inspector.
Just...
This lavatory's fully occupied!
Police! Open up.
You must be the inspector.
Apologies for my urgent call of nature.
This is the scene of a crime.
Well, lucky for you, I'm wearing gloves.
Miss Phryne Fisher.
I assume you weren't close to the deceased.
Never had the pleasure but by all accounts he was charming.
Do you think it was poison?
Most likely...
We ain't determine the cause of death.
Miss Fisher, I appreciate your curiosity for crime.
- Well, every lady needs a hobby. - But please...
Given the lack of blood stains, I assume it wasn't a violent death
unless of course it was strangulation
but the foetal position of the victim outline,
although not terribly well executed, indicates a degree of pain
rather than the flailing limbs one might associate with a struggle.
And then of course there's the fact that death occurred after breakfast
according to Mrs Andrews which suggests something ingested?
Oh, wild surmise, of course.
- Of course. Now... - Do you have a card?
In case I need to call the police.
Because I'm a woman alone.
Newly arrived in a dangerous town.
I plan to make this town less dangerous, Miss Fisher.
Good.
I do like a man with a plan.
Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.
Taxi!
Richmond. She'll give you any directions.
Keep the change.
Where do you live, sweetheart?
Hey, wakey-wakey.
Wake up, love!
Oh, no, Bert.
She's bleeding all over me bleeding upholstery.
Telephone, Dot!
Dorothy!
Sorry, madam, the caller stopped calling.
Let me know if I can help with the funeral arrangements.
I can highly recommend the people who lay down Edward.
- Lydia. - Sasha!
I heard the terrible news.
Oh. Apologies, Mrs Stanley.
My manners, well, they have deserted me.
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