[last lines of the episode]
There is one thing you didn't figure out.
You know I like a mystery. Let me see. [She takes a moment to think.] A bad experience on the stage?
The Pirates of Penzance. [Phryne can't help but laugh.] The reviewer thought my performance as the Major General was…underwhelming.
Why don't you let me judge for myself?
I can't remember a word of it.
Oh what rot! Once you learn one of those patter songs, it's in there for good.
Ah, I'm more of a Shakespeare man.
[Jack takes a moment to recall some lines.]
"Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale/ Her infinite variety: other women cloy/ The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry/ Where most she satisfies."
[impressed] Perhaps a career in the theatre beckons after all, Inspector.
[smiling wryly] Think I'll stick to crime.
This is certainly a well travelled work of art.
A little like me. Thank you for helping to retrieve it. [She unwraps the painting.] You’re blushing.
I’m a grown man, Miss Fisher. I’m not likely to blush at the sight of a little bare flesh.
That’s what surprises me, Detective Inspector. In fact lately you’re full of surprises.
It’s all part of the job.
[Phryne arrives at the magazine's offices, to Hugh's surprise.]
Miss Fisher! We tried to keep any suspicious circumstances away from the press.
And you did a first-rate job, Constable. I wasn't suspicious at all until I saw you.
Now tell me Jack, does that new furrow in your brow have anything to do with kissing me the other night?
I didn't kiss you, I was trying to protect you.
You were looking a gunman in the eye and I had to distract you. I'm sorry if you think I took a liberty.
Jack. You kissed me. Let's call a spade a spade.
And I'm not here to apologize.
[Tasked with interviewing Phryne's young charges, DI Robinson makes a request.]
Do you think you could sit in on my interviews?
[genuinely surprised] Are you actually inviting me?
I'm happy to deal with angry wharfies and trigger-happy thugs. But I'll bow to your expertise when it comes to wayward teenage girls.
[Phryne comes to see Mac after figuring out her relationship with the first victim.]
You loved her. And you suffered in silence while I showed you those photos of the blood on the machine.
The truth would have given me a running start.
I went to Daisy's funeral service. Her mother came and thanked me for being a good doctor…I was so much more to her than that.
How long have we known each other?
Then you know there are some things that don't need to be said.
[Last lines: Phryne shows Jack a letter from Murdoch Foyle, with an offer of the location of her sister's remains if she allows Foyle to go free on parole.]
I hope you're not asking for my help.
[in desperation] But I am. Tell me not to place myself above the law, not to let a killer loose because I want the truth…tell me there's a greater good than my need to know.
You never listen to me anyway.
Foyle can have me if he lets Jane go.
You can't go and offer yourself!
Rhodes is the last one on Foyle's list, and he has the ring. I need to go back there.
[Jack blocks Phryne's path.]
[Phryne tries to barrel past him, but Jack holds his ground.]
Don't be absurd! You have no grounds for holding me.
[Phryne tries to push past Jack again, but he wrestles her back. She kicks him in relation, to Hugh's horror.]
That's it! [Jack grabs Phryne and pulls her arms behind her back.] You're officially charged with assaulting a police officer. And withholding evidence! [to Hugh] Constable, remove Miss Fisher's gun from her handbag and escort her to the lockup.
[Though bewildered, Hugh takes Phryne from Jack and, probably out of fear of her escaping, pins her arms to her side and lifts her. As he carries her, kicking and yelling to the cell, he apologizes profusely.]
I'm sorry, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss. I'm-
