Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries
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Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries S02E01
Part 1
Feb. 25, 2021, 2:17 p.m.
Only me back home, Mr Sanderson!
Mr Sanderson, are you in there?
Are you in there?
Mr Sanderson!
Oh, God!
I can't open the door!
Ole!
I'm looking for Dottie Williams.
And you are?
It's alright, Mr Butler. I know who she is.
- What are you doing here, Nancy. - I need to see Miss Fisher.
Miss Fisher? What do you need to see Miss Fisher for?
It's none of your business, alright?
Well, it is my business when you come to my work -
If you must know, one of my friends is in trouble.
- You can't just turn up - I need to see her.
- Dot, what is it? - I'm Dot's sister, Lola.
Since when was your name Lola?
I'm here because a dirty rotten cop has murdered my friend.
You'd better come through to the parlour, then.
Excuse me, is Detective Inspector Jack Robinson still in?
- Ah, what's it regarding? - The Deputy Commissioner of Police.
Well, was he expecting you?
Well, I doubt it.
Rosie.
Jack, it's father.
He's in trouble.
He's been out cold since they brought him into the hospital.
The doctors assure me he's going to be fine, apart from a few scratches.
What have they told you about the woman?
Nothing, except that she was found in the library with him
and that she'd died sometime earlier.
Oh, Jack.
Please, Jack.
He needs your help.
Hang on, what about Hawthorn, sir?
I thought they were in charge of this investigation.
Not anymore, Collins. We're taking over.
Hello, Jack.
Oh, come on.
You'd be disappointed if I didn't show.
Make sure they're headed to City South morgue.
Yes, sir.
Inspector Robinson.
Morning, Sergeant.
Who'd have thought all that do-gooding
trying to clean this town,
and the Deputy Commissioner winds up drunk
in the arms of a dead floozy.
It's not looking too good, is it?
I'll let you know once I solve the case.
Ah, my photographs and any relevant notes.
I don't know who you think you are, Robinson.
I'm the officer who outranks you, Crossley.
Take it up with Russell Street.
Now according to these notes,
the Deputy Commissioner was found in this chair
with two glasses still on the table.
- Liquorice. - Aniseed.
Hawthorn have already sent the glasses off for examination.
- I want the decanter tested, too. - Yes, sir.
Now, how do you come to be at my crime scene?
It's my crime scene, too.
I've been asked to investigate on behalf of the victim.
How? We haven't established her identity yet.
Well, I can't help being one step ahead.
She was known as Lavinia,
formerly Sarah Holloway of Bundaberg, Queensland.
She was a hostess at the Imperial Club.
I've been retained by her colleague, Lola,
who is also close associate of Dot's.
Her sister.
Excuse me, sir.
Your... The Deputy Commissioner's daughter has just arrived.
Miss... Miss Phryne Fisher, Miss Rosie...
Sanderson will do now, Jack.
Rosie is my wife.
Well, ah, former... former wife.
I'm so glad to finally meet you, Miss Fisher.
So, the Deputy Commissioner is your former father-in-law?
That's right.
Who else had access to your father's port?
Only Mrs Blunt, but she's part of the family.
I'm afraid I'll still need to question her.
I'll go and find her.
Do you think your father-in-law
was enjoying the privileges of his position a little too carnally?
Well, that's one theory.
But you have another?
Cleaning up this city's not for the faint-hearted.
Sanderson's made plenty of enemies
and they're not confined to the streets.
You're suggesting he was framed?
No, we've had no proper house visitors since Wednesday.
That's when Mr Sanderson's daughter dines with him.
There was the baker, of course,
the electrical man come to check the meter,
and the usual delivery from the fishmonger.
What time did you leave
the Flinders Street Picture House last night, Mrs Blunt?
The film finished at ten o'clock.
We'll need to see your admission ticket, then.
Well, if it wasn't for me telephoning the police
to come and break the door down, he wouldn't even be with us.
Mrs Blunt?
Why did the police have to break in?
Surely you have your own set of keys?
Well, I tried them, but it was no use.
The door was bolted, from the inside.
Somebody locked that door, Jack.
And there were only two people in the room.
Murdering that girl, then locking himself in the room with her,
makes no sense.
Murder alone makes no sense, but...
perhaps an accidental killing.
A clandestine dalliance gone wrong.
The cord around the neck, Jack. La petite mort.
The little death of ecstasy becomes... the real thing.
Not murder, manslaughter.
Then overwhelming remorse, self-loathing
and a final attempt to obliterate it all
with a good dose of whatever it was that smelled of aniseed.
Suicide?
But the maid returns before the job is done.
I've known George Sanderson close to 15 years.
You can't let your judgement be clouded by personal involvement.
And when it comes down to it, Jack,
how well can one man really know another?
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