Ripped By mstoll
[Slow music plays]
I thought we were supposed to bring our wives.
Well, I certainly didn't want to come.
I hear they eat ducks' feet.
And eyeballs.
Mrs. Brackenreid, I've actually eaten Chinese food twice.
It's very good.
I thought we were supposed to bring our wives.
- [Chuckles] - Oh.
Where is the detective?
- THOMAS: He's on holiday. - MARGARET: [Chuckles]
William Murdoch takes holidays? [Chuckles]
I think he wanted to get out of town,
what with the business with Dr. Ogden.
Well, you know my opinion on that.
Oh. Here we go.
He waited too long, is what happened.
A woman's passion fades over time.
It's where marriage takes you,
but you don't want it to start out that way.
Where's the knives and forks?
Oh. Sir, I believe we're supposed to use these...
chopsticks.
- Mm. - Chopsticks?
What can you chop with these?
Uh, attention, please.
[Music stops]
Members of the Toronto Constabulary...
I thank you for coming this evening.
My name is Chow Wei.
I am here at the request of the Empress Dowager
to ask your help in arresting the leaders
of a violent uprising...
some of whom may be hiding in your city.
What uprising?
I believe he's talking about the Boxer Rebellion.
About bloody time.
They're murdering Christians.
What do you care?
You don't even attend church.
I know which team I'm on.
- Oh. - SUNYANG: Hello.
I am Sun Yang, a detective from the city of Hong Kong.
You have before you photographs of Boxers
who participated in the slaughtering of innocents.
- These men... - MARGARET: Mmm.
...are to be brought back to China
and punished for their crimes.
Thomas, you simply must try this.
It's fishy, but it's very good.
CRABTREE: Sir. Inspector.
I think you're supposed to use them like this.
For goodness' sakes, you two.
You use them like this.
Oh.
[Choking]
[Gasping]
- [Crowd gasps] - MARGARET: Thomas! Help him!
THOMAS: Nobody touch him!
He's dead.
Xia.
Xia? What does that mean?
It means that Chow Wei has been murdered.
What do you mean, he's been murdered?
Was he poisoned?
Yes. With xia... shrimp.
I didn't think shrimp was poisonous.
SUNYANG: It was to him.
He had a condition.
[Speaking Chinese]
Sir, we've seen something like this before.
Do you remember?
A man who had a hypersensitivity to peanuts.
If he was that bloody sensitive, why didn't you take precautions?
We traveled with a taster who was to taste every dish.
- But he was... - [Door opens]
...upstairs apparently.
[Speaking Chinese]
[Shouting in Chinese]
[Speaking Chinese]
You are both a disgrace.
So he didn't taste it.
What about the cooks?
Were they not told to avoid shrimp?
Of course. Wherever we go, the cooks are instructed
not to use shrimp paste in any of their cooking.
This dish was thick with it.
Bloody hell.
Trust Murdoch to pick today to go on holiday.
Right, Crabtree.
Bring all the kitchen staff and the food down to the station.
- Sir. - Nobody touches a thing.
Thank you.
DR. OGDEN: Who is it?
It's me.
Oh, William.
- Were you followed? - No.
I took an early train to Mimico,
then disembarked and took a hansom cab to Sunnyside
and a streetcar back into town.
And you?
I took the train to Rockwood
and immediately took the train back to Toronto.
- We can't live like this. - We won't have to.
We'll find James Gillies, and then this will all be over...
for good this time.
We can't underestimate him, William.
Do you have the note?
"If you marry him, he will die.
If you inform him of this letter, you will both die."
You may have condemned yourself, my lady.
I believe I've condemned both of us.
It's quite romantic, isn't it?
Mm. [Chuckles]
There was no shrimp in my restaurant.
I removed every jar myself.
What was supposed to be in the dish?
Bean paste, of course.
From which jar?
Shrimp.
CHEF: Huh?
Impossible.
I used this yesterday. It was bean paste.
So, if we're to believe the cook,
someone swapped the bean paste for shrimp paste.
Obviously. The question is who.
Who had access?
Any one of them at any time.
[Sarcastically] Marvelous.
[Speaking Chinese]
Chin Lau.
Are you sure your name is not Wu Chang?
Evens! Get after him! [Coughs]
MAN: Come on! Come on!
Move! Move!
[Coughs]
I received both of these on August 30th.
This was taken...
DR. OGDEN: In the alley behind the Grand Theater.
- The night of the opera. - Yes.
I went back to the alley
and determined where the photograph was taken,
and that's when I found these.
MURDOCH: "If you continue, you will both die."
My God.
DR. OGDEN: He knew I would follow his trail.
He left them for me.
James Gillies always prides himself on being one step ahead.
Do you think he knows we're here?
I'm not taking any chances.
DR. OGDEN: [Sighs]
MURDOCH: This is Desaree Denueve's dress.
DR. OGDEN: Who?
Uh, Dr. Grace.
She helped us to trap Eva Pearce.
James Gillies was in the station house.
CRABTREE: Miss Denueve,
you are to let us know your whereabouts at all times,
and under no circumstances are you to leave the city.
THOMAS: The eyes of the Constabulary
are upon you, Mademoiselle.
MURDOCH: There was an elderly man by the front desk.
And a blond woman.
I remember it
because I was worried they might disrupt the operation.
Do you think one of them
could have been James Gillies in disguise?
CRABTREE: Sir...
I've been all over the ward...
all the places he's been known to frequent.
If people have seen him, they're not talking.
Right.
Go back to the restaurant and see what else you can dig up.
- Sir. - Oh, and, Crabtree.
The next one comes out of your pay packet.
- Hey, George. - CRABTREE: Jackson.
Sir, this is for you.
Queen's Hotel.
Hmm.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Chickens clucking]
[Rooster crows]
Wu Chang?
A nightstick.
- [Sneezes] - Huh?
No more monkey business.
You're not getting away from me this time.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
As an officer of the law, I insist that you...
[Door opens, closes]
Who were those men?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
I have a key.
I did not kill Chow Wei.
Maybe not.
If I let you go...
I won't run.
I won't let you take me in.
You wish to trap me.
I don't wish to trap you. I wish to help you.
I don't think you killed Chow Wei.
Why?
Because if you did, you wouldn't still be here.
Who in God's name were they?
I don't know.
They were trying to kill you.
Maybe they were trying to kill you.
CRABTREE: Your arm.
That looks serious.
I will tend to it.
I know a doctor.
DR. OGDEN: Who is it?
THOMAS: Inspector Brackenreid, Toronto Constabulary.
Bloody hell.
What brings you to Toronto, Mr. Wu?
I am looking for my sister, Ling.
Does she live here?
I do not know where she is.
That is why I went back to the restaurant tonight.
I found this on the bulletin board of my rooming house.
CRABTREE: What does it say?
It is a communication asking me to meet Yu Da there.
Who's Yu Da?
He was my master.
He's in Toronto, though I've yet to locate him.
I hoped he might know where to find Ling.
I suspect now this was a ruse.
I must say you speak excellent English.
[Chuckles]
My father taught me.
CRABTREE: Your father?
He believed the future of China lay to the West.
I thought Boxers hated all things foreign.
They do.
- I am not a Boxer. - [Door opens]
- But... - GARLAND: Are you ready?
Oh. Uh...
sorry.
Constable.
Mr. Garland.
I've... I've just finished.
Give me a moment to wash up?
Emily, if you could not mention this to anybody...
Of course, George.
"If you marry him, he will die.
If you inform him of this letter, you will both die."
So that's why you turned down his proposal.
Yes.
You should have told me sooner.
Sir, Gillies could have microphones
in the police station.
He could be listening to our telephone conversations.
We're only telling you now because we need
to bring you into the investigation.
This photograph was taken on August 30th at about 3:00 p.m.
THOMAS: August 30th?
Eva Pearce.
Right. Yes.
What, Gillies was in the station when all that was going on?
Possibly. I recall an elderly man and a blond woman
speaking with Constable Hodge.
Gillies and his disguises.
Not to worry, Murdoch. I'll get to the bottom of this.
Inspector, your discretion is...
THOMAS: Rest assured, Doctor.
If Gillies knew I was part of this,
he'd probably want me killed, as well.
Well, this proves Gillies
survived the fall from the bridge, as well.
Right. I'll contact Cobourg Constabulary.
Discreetly, of course.
Sir, have them check the mouth of the river.
Question the nearby residents.
Gillies may have survived the fall,
but he would have been injured.
He certainly would have needed his cuffs to be removed.
Somebody saw him.
An elderly man and a blond woman.
I'm on it, Murdoch.
[Door opens]
CRABTREE: That was unbelievable!
How did you learn to fight like that?
WU CHANG: It is kung fu.
CRABTREE: Can you teach me this kung fu?
[Sighs] "Kung fu" is not a word for "fighting."
It is any skill achieved through diligence and hard work.
I practiced wushu... martial arts... every day for years
under the watchful eye of my master.
Teach me one thing.
One move.
It could really help with my police work.
When a man attacks you with a weapon,
he is thinking only of your weakness.
That is his weakness.
Right.
I was thinking, you know, a move.
Pretend you have a hostage.
Anticipate your opponent's strike
and then attack before he does.
The pain will so cloud his mind that you can easily...
- Aah! ...disarm him.
Then quickly, and with great force,
lift your foot to his solar plexus, like so.
He will not be a bother to you anymore.
[Laughs]
[Speaking Chinese]
- We need to hide you. - Where?
Come with me.
You'll be safe here as long as you stay put.
I must find Yu Da.
Forget about Yu Da.
You're a wanted man.
If you don't want to go to jail, just let me do my job.
Agreed?
Agreed.
This Dr. Grace...
she is your girl?
[Sighs] She used to be.
But you still love her?
It doesn't matter how I feel now.
She's with somebody else.
Have you tried to win her back?
Not exactly.
It is a man's honor to fight for those he loves.
She...
Well...
I don't think she wants me to fight for her.
So you sacrifice your happiness to allow for her happiness?
It sounds foolish when you put it like that.
You are a man of honor, Constable Crabtree.
Happiness is fleeting.
But honor is immortal.
Be nice to have both.
[Chuckles]
Hodge. In my office.
And bring your logbook.
[Door opens]
Close the door.
[Whispering] Come in. Come in.
Get your notes out for August 30th.
Why are we whispering?
Just do it.
There was an elderly man and a young blond lady
in the station around 3:00 p.m.
Uh, yes.
A Cleveland Morris with a noise complaint.
And the woman was a Janet Hogsworth.
Bring them in.
Under what pretext?
[Loudly] I don't... [Sighs]
[Whispering] I don't bloody care. Just do it.
Go that way.
[Normal voice] Ah.
Greetings, Inspector.
Mr. Yang.
Do you have any news regarding Chow Wei's killer?
Not yet, I'm afraid.
Please, take a seat.
We're in pursuit of a suspect.
Sir. Mr. Yang.
I don't think Wu Chang is our killer.
Why is that?
His fingermarks weren't on the shrimp paste.
Of course they were not. He was a dishwasher.
Fingermarks, as you call them,
are made by the oils from the skin...
oils that would have been washed away.
You know about fingermarks?
The Chinese have been using them as a means of identification
since the 9th century.
Still, I don't think Wu Chang is our man.
- Go on. - Sir, I encountered him
when I went back to the Chinese restaurant.
I was about to arrest him
when three men walked in dressed all in black with masks,
and they attacked us, sir, with knives.
And Wu fought them off.
I mean, I helped, but it's safe to say he did the most part.
What happened to Wu?
He escaped, sir.
He's very good at escaping.
But you should have seen him fight.
Sir, he had all these moves.
He had flips and punches,
and he took my nightstick, and he did this sort of...
Well, I can't do it, but it was very impressive.
Yes. I imagine he was very good.
Boxers excel at the martial arts.
Hence, the name.
But he's not a Boxer. He told me.
You had a conversation with him?
Just a brief exchange, sir, before he escaped.
Uh, again, very good at escaping.
Wu Chang murdered a man in China.
This is the weapon he used to kill his victim.
I believe you will find the fingermark
matches that of Mr. Wu.
Sir, he was so convincing.
I thought it was a brief exchange.
[Sighs]
He's already gone.
He must have seen us coming.
THOMAS: Bloody hell, Crabtree!
Sir, I sincerely believe...
I don't give a toss what you believe!
You should have brought him to the station. That's your job.
Right.
You're such good pals with the man. Where did he go?
Sir, I don't know, but I know who he's looking for.
- Lf we can find that... - Who?
- Who's he looking for? - His name is Yu Da.
- SUNYANG: Yu Da? - You know him?
Another Boxer.
He is their spiritual leader.
Right. Get out there and find him.
Oh, and, Crabtree, you pull one more stroke like this,
and that's you finished at Station House Number Four.
- Is that understood? - Sir.
Inspector.
[Sighs]
Thank you for coming in.
MAN: Let me show you some...
Excuse me, ladies.
Have you seen this man?
This is ginseng.
- All the way from China. - Ooh.
It will make your husband like bull.
Oh. Well.
- Yeah. - I don't know about that.
- Yes. - Mrs. Brackenreid.
- Constable Crabtree. - What are you doing here?
I'm making Chinese food for dinner.
Mr. Lee here has been giving me all sorts of tips.
Take a look at this.
This curd is made from soybeans, if you can imagine,
and gingerroot.
Honestly, these people will eat anything.
[Chuckles]
Oh. Are you here about last night?
Oh. Such a terrible thing.
Yes, yes. We're looking for this man.
Oh. Mr. Lee, have you seen him?
I no want trouble.
You will have big trouble if you don't tell us.
I am the wife of a police inspector.
He lives on Chester Street.
That's all I know.
Thank you, Mr. Lee.
- Mrs. Brackenreid. - Constable.
And I'll take some of that ginseng.
JACKSON: Sir.
I've just received a telegram from the Cobourg police.
Shut the door.
They believe they've found the body of James Gillies.
[Sighs]
Bloody hell.
They searched the swamp at the end of the creek
and found a body in the reeds.
How do they know it was James Gillies?
It was dressed in prison garb and handcuffed.
Did it look like him?
Apparently, the face was unrecognizable.
He would be in an advanced state of decomposition.
It could be one of Gillies' tricks...
find a man roughly his height and build.
We need to examine that body.
It's being shipped on the overnight train.
It'll be here in the morning.
Toronto police.
Sir?
I'm George Crabtree.
I'm with the Toronto Constabulary.
Sir.
I assure you I am quite blind.
I'm looking for Wu Chang.
I have not seen him.
Right.
Well, if he happens by, tell him he's a liar and a murderer.
And he probably shouldn't be leaving our truncheons around...
You call me a liar.
But it is you who lied.
You tell me I'm safe, then betray me.
You're a murderer. I have the proof.
Silence.
Three men are approaching.
It's the men in black. They have knives.
I will fight for you, master.
Fight for me?
It is you they are after.
Who are they?
Get behind that.
- Master... - Do as I say, and be silent!
YUDA: Three men...
...with swords.
Why so afraid of an old blind man?
MAN: Where is Wu Chang?
See for yourself.
[Men groaning]
They will not be back tonight.
CRABTREE: All right.
Who are they?
YUDA: Assassins, of course.
CRABTREE: Sent by who? Why are they after Wu?
Why does any man desire another man's death?
Revenge. They think he killed Chow Wei.
- Did you kill Chow Wei? - No.
I have your fingerprints on a knife.
You killed a man in China.
I killed him with his own knife in defense of my father.
He was a usurper.
What's a usurper?
It is time you learned about China.
Greetings, Inspector.
THOMAS: Oh. Mr. Yang.
Yes, yes, yes. Please, have a seat.
- Drink? - SUNYANG: Yes, please.
- Oh, good. - SUNYANG: It is late.
You take your work very seriously.
[Chuckles] Actually, Mr. Yang,
my wife has informed me
that she's cooking Chinese food for dinner.
Not to be disparaging, but I'm strictly
a roast beef and Yorkshire pudding kind of man.
SUNYANG: Your honesty honors me, Inspector,
as does your dedication to this case
and your commitment to tracking down these Boxers.
Ah. My knowledge of current affairs
is limited, to say the least.
But didn't your Empress
support the Boxers and their murderous rampage?
At first, yes.
To her great shame.
Thankfully, wise men like Chow Wei
convinced her to fight against them.
With a little help from the British Imperial Army.
Of course.
And what better way to show her fealty to the imperial powers
than to track down and punish the criminals
that rose up against them?
- Mm. - [Footsteps approaching]
Margaret?
I couldn't let you work without supper, Thomas.
Oh. Mr. Yang.
How nice to see you.
I do hope you'll partake.
I've made enough for two.
We have congee with lean pork and century egg,
stewed beef brisket, and steamed frogs' legs on lotus leaf.
It looks delicious.
Ni hao ma.
Ho, ho! Ni hao ma.
[Sighs] Bloody hell.
Mr. Yang seemed to enjoy his supper.
What did you think, Thomas?
You know, I did have my reservations about Chinese food,
but, actually, that was very, very good, Margaret.
Well, I'm glad you're satisfied.
I can't quite put my finger on it,
but there was something different about it this time.
Well, I did use a herb Mr. Lee recommended.
I feel...
Invigorated?
I do feel invigorated, now that you mention it.
Oh.
The boys happen to be at their aunt's for another hour.
I better get you home pretty quick.
Or we could stay here awhile longer.
THOMAS: Stay here?
- Mm-hmm. - Oh.
Oh. [Chuckles]
Bloody hell.
What exactly are we looking for?
You will know it when you find it.
Does he ever actually answer a question?
WU CHANG: [Chuckles]
The photograph.
You have the photograph.
This is me.
This is my sister, Ling.
Who are these two men?
The man on the right is my father.
The man in the middle is the Emperor.
You knew the Emperor?
We knew the true emperor.
He wanted to make China a constitutional monarchy
like Canada.
But the usurpers had other ideas.
They imprisoned the Emperor in the Forbidden City
and placed the Empress Dowager on the throne.
They then set about killing everybody
associated with the reforms.
Your father...
Was one of those killed.
Our family was forced to flee.
The usurpers then blamed the Westerners
for all of China's troubles.
Hordes of young men took to the streets attacking foreigners.
The Boxers.
The very men they accuse us of being.
So they say they're looking for Boxers,
but they're looking for reformers?
Rather clever, don't you think?
Still, who killed Chow Wei?
Just let me speak with him.
You found him.
Sir, Wu Chang is not a Boxer.
He left China before the Boxer Rebellion even began.
I don't care. Lock him up.
CRABTREE: Sir, he's innocent.
Well, then he has nothing to fear, does he?
Sir, we've been lied to.
Sun Yang is not looking for Boxers.
He's tracking down democratic reformers.
We've been helping the bad guys catch the good guys.
Where are you getting this from?
- CRABTREE: Yu Da. - You found him, too?
Yes, sir. And he's not a Boxer either.
He's a blind old man.
He left China the same time Wu did.
- We can prove it. - Just stop, Crabtree.
I've not even had my first morning cup of tea yet.
Right. Let's have a conversation with Mr. Da.
- Bring him in. - Sir, he won't just come in.
- Well, then arrest him. - He'll resist.
Bloody hell, Crabtree. You've just said he's blind.
Sir, he has fighting skills.
He has this great long staff, that he spins, he spins,
and then will suddenly...
I can't do it, but it's very impressive.
Where does he live?
Just off Chester Street.
First things first.
Lock him up.
Sir...
...I have a better idea.
THOMAS: Mr. Da?
CRABTREE: Actually, sir, it would be Mr. Yu.
Da is his given name.
It means "to aspire."
THOMAS: Oh.
Yu Da! No.
[Breathes sharply]
[Speaking Chinese]
Poor bugger.
Sir.
Whoa. Look.
What does it mean?
WU CHANG: "Come alone, or she dies."
Ling. They have Ling!
- Wait. No, no, no, no, no! - Come on, Crabtree!
Sir, wait!
[Door opens, closes]
I know where he's going.
[Sighs] Do you really think it's James Gillies?
We're about to find out.
[Speaking Chinese]
Ling!
Ling, it's okay!
Everybody freeze!
[Gun cocks]
Sir!
Hold it right there!
[Gasps] My goodness!
What is going on?!
Margaret! What the bloody hell are you doing here?!
I wanted to ask the cook how he made the snow fungus soup.
[Gasps]
MAN: Drop your weapon.
All right.
I can do it.
Very impressive.
Shift, Crabtree!
Drop it!
Move a muscle, and you're dead.
Sun Yang.
The body is in the third stage of decomposition.
DR. GRACE: That would typically take three to four months.
Gillies has been missing for 21/2 months.
It has been an unusually hot summer.
Dr. Ogden, if you could...
5'9".
Gillies is 5' 10".
Bodies have been known to shrink over time.
[Sighs] We can't afford to be wishful about this.
We have to be exact.
This is not an exact science, William.
Bodies change in death in ways that we can't predict.
DR. GRACE: The hair appears to be the same.
It exhibits the same curl.
Unfortunately, of course,
the left side of the face is crushed.
There were rocks in the river.
He may have struck one in the fall.
Or Gillies found someone with similar features,
killed him, and placed him in the river.
We could rebuild the face on the intact part of the skull.
- Would that be definitive? - DR. OGDEN: Not definitive.
No. But possibly convincing one way or the other.
If this isn't Gillies...
Then he is alive, and he will kill us.
Look.
Remember when Constable Crabtree shot him?
We never did take out the bullet.
Detective Murdoch. You're back early.
- Yes. - Did you have a good vacation?
Thank you.
Uh, mm-hmm.
Sir.
Thank you, Jackson.
Is he a Boxer?
No.
- THOMAS: Is he? - No.
None of them are Boxers, Inspector.
You call yourself a policeman.
I never said I was a policeman.
I am a detective from Her Imperial Majesty's guard.
If you're such a good bloody detective, why did you need us?
I wear the queue, Inspector.
It is a requirement of all subjects.
Chinese who have fled the country
do not trust men who wear the queue.
So you've been using us to flush them out,
- and then you kill them. - They were enemies of the state.
You mean the enemies of the Empress Dowager.
She is the state.
What about Chow Wei?
Was he an enemy of the Empress?
- No. - THOMAS: No?
He fought the Boxers when she supported them.
You told me that yourself.
It is true he had fallen out of favor.
That is why he agreed to do this for Her Imperial Majesty.
Once he expended his usefulness...
She did not desire the death of Chow Wei,
and I am not one to disobey her.
[Door opens]
So, what do you think? Is he lying?
Well, sir, he's confessed to killing Yu Da.
Exactly. Why confess to one murder and not the other?
You know there's only one other person with motive, Crabtree.
Sir, let me interview Wu.
If he killed Chow Wei, I'll find the truth.
All right.
You think I killed Chow Wei?
You worked in the restaurant.
You found out that Chow Wei was hunting you down.
I was a dishwasher.
How would I know such a thing?
SUNYANG: You are both a disgrace.
[Sighs]
You didn't.
But you did.
You were here with Chow Wei's retinue.
You knew what he was doing here.
And you knew about his sensitivity to shrimp paste.
[Speaking Chinese]
What are you talking about?
That's why you went off upstairs with the taster.
That was the only way you knew that Chow Wei
would end up eating the shrimp paste.
Chang?
No.
No. You're wrong.
It was I.
I killed Chow Wei.
Chang. [Speaking Chinese]
I wish to make a full confession.
- What? - You were right, Constable.
I learned of his plans to kill me and Yu Da and the others.
We were told of his sensitivity to shrimp.
- Wu... - I killed him.
- The bullets match. - I know.
You do?
We took some liberties with the nose.
And the lips are always a bit of a guessing game.
He's dead, William.
He's really dead.
Oh.
MURDOCH: [Sighs]
Uh, you can see yourselves out.
[Chuckles] Dr. Grace. Thank you.
All this time.
Since the rail bridge, he's been lying there.
But the note, William.
And the photographs.
Was it all some kind of terrible joke?
Could Gillies have planned this all in advance?
No.
Someone took those photographs.
I know who did this.
It's premeditated murder, Wu.
You will hang.
You would prefer my sister take my place?
No. I just don't think you should hang in her place.
- You're innocent. - Am I?
I killed a man in China.
You were defending your father.
You told me as much.
My father was already dead.
I killed the man that killed him.
That is the whole truth.
And in a year or two, when the Empress Dowager
regains the favors of the imperial powers,
she will come calling for me.
Canada will send me back.
And I will face death by 1,000 cuts.
Be happy for me, my friend.
This is for the best.
[Sighs]
- He's right. - CRABTREE: He's right?
He just confessed to a crime he didn't commit.
Look, we could make a case against the sister,
but if Wu sticks to his confession,
- we'll never get a conviction. - So, what?
We let her go free and hang an innocent man?
THOMAS: That's his choice.
Forget it, Crabtree. It's...
It's what?
It's just the way it is.
MURDOCH: Sir.
[Sighs]
MURDOCH: Leslie Garland.
We'd like a word.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
You figured it out.
I thought you might.
It was you?
[Chuckles] It was a joke.
William. A joke?
All right. You want the truth?
It wasn't a joke.
Did you think me completely ignorant
of what went on behind my brother's back?
While you were still married?
Or is it worse than that?
Did you think I'd actually forgive you?
You don't need to forgive me for anything.
I did nothing wrong.
I watched you smile and be happy.
You swore that to my brother.
If I've committed an offense, then charge me.
If not...
You are hereby under arrest
for making death threats against an officer of the law.
DR. OGDEN: Inspector, please.
I don't want retribution for this.
I'm not feeling that forgiving.
I'm not forgiving.
I want you to remove your belongings
from Darcy's house immediately.
Anything remaining past tomorrow
will be sold along with his estate.
Goodbye, Mr. Garland.
On your way before I change my mind.
DR. OGDEN: [Breathes deeply]
Are you all right?
I've never been better.
We're free, William.
We're finally free!
Yes, we are.
DR. OGDEN: [Chuckles]
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