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I've got 7.2
I've got 6.6.
Well, I'm closer, Henry. Come towards me.
I have 7.2.
I've got 7.8. We're getting closer, Henry.
I just got 8.
Well, Higgins,
I do believe we have located our quarry.
It's more accurate to say that I've located you.
Well, sir, given that we started four blocks apart...
Then I'd say this has been a success, gentlemen.
Well done!
Sir, if you don't mind my asking...
Careful.
How does the trackizer work?
Well, it isn't called a trackizer, Henry,
because here's no such word as "trackize." Right?
Hmm...
As the wearer walks,
a magnet slides back and forth
inside of a wire coil
inducing an electrical current.
That current is then converted to voltage.
You know what voltage is, right, Henry?
Yes. It's about... volts.
Right. Now, as the voltage increases
on either side of this gap,
the pressure builds and builds
and builds until...
- ... a tiny spark! - Sir, I was wondering,
what happens when our quarry stops moving?
Well then, the transmission ends until movement resumes.
Right. So,
what happens if they've arrived,
but we're still a block away?
Hmm.
That... that could be a problem.
Well, that would necessitate a third
receiver unit in order to triangulate the...
Oh, Henry!
Detective Murdoch.
Has Dr. Ogden been notified?
The caller didn't actually find the body, sir.
Why are we calling this a murder?
There's evidence at the crime scene apparently.
- "Crime scene"? - That's what she called it.
She? She? Who is this she?
Sir, she wouldn't say. But she knows you.
- Freddie Pink. - Hello, William.
I understand you believe this to be the scene of a crime.
I do.
I was hired to deliver a letter
to the occupant of this apartment.
A man named James Smith.
- Do you know this Mr. Smith? - I've never met him.
I don't even know what he looks like.
Then how is it you come to be inside of his apartment?
I suspected that he was at home,
but not answering his door.
You broke in?
If I hadn't, I wouldn't have found this.
It's blood.
And from that, you inferred murder?
No.
From this.
And it's not just there.
It's under the table and over there by the chair.
George, may I have my ultraviolet light, please?
Thank you.
Looks like a murder to me.
Alright, George, speak with the neighbours.
See if anyone saw or heard anything suspicious.
Sir.
Body appears to have been dragged...
... over to the window.
And dumped out?
He did so rather unceremoniously.
Or she.
They moved in about a month ago. Maybe six weeks.
- Who's "they"? - James and JJ.
Who's JJ?
James Junior.
How old is he?
Around 5. I look after him when his dad goes out.
And where is JJ now?
I don't know. What's going on?
We're not exactly sure yet.
Ma'am, did you see anything unusual last night?
He had a visitor.
- Quite late, as I recall. - Is that right?
Can you describe him?
It was a her.
I received a request to locate
James Robert Smith and deliver a letter.
- Who made this request? - A man named Kenneth Spokes.
How well did you know Mr. Spokes?
I've never met him.
But this is what I was to deliver.
It's blank!
A ruse, it would seem.
You think Mr. Spokes wanted me
to locate James Smith so that he could kill him.
Did you inform him where Mr. Smith lived?
No.
But he could have followed me.
Detective.
George, what have you?
Sir, I spoke to several of the neighbours.
None of them remember hearing anything unusual.
Mr. Smith went to O'Donnell's pub at 8 o'clock.
Returned about 8:30, which I thought was strange.
Hardly enough time to throw back a pint.
Agreed.
Uh, beyond that, then he collected his son...
- His son? - Afraid so. James Junior. Aged 5.
We're looking, but no sign of him yet.
Did anyone see them after that?
Apparently, sir, he had a visitor at about 10 o'clock.
- A woman apparently. - That would have been me.
I knocked but he wasn't home, so I left.
My witness...
my witness says that the woman entered the apartment.
I entered briefly,
just long enough to ascertain that he wasn't home.
You broke in.
Is this going to be a problem?
George, were there any fingermarks on the doorknob?
Yes, sir. Higgins is analyzing them now.
- Anything else? - I did find this.
Uh, his birth certificate.
All right. See what you can find out about him.
Sir.
Did you know he had a son?
No.
I wonder what's become of him.
Sir.
Henry, what have you?
We've identified a set of fingermarks from the doorknob.
- And to whom do they belong? - Just Miss Pink, sir.
What about Smith's?
We only found one set.
The killer must have wiped down the fingermarks on his way out.
Then when I returned this morning...
Anything else, Henry?
Turns out we were keeping a file on a James Smith, sir.
Only one item. It's an incident report
from a couple of months ago.
- Who took that report? - Well...
Mr. Smith's mother came in looking for him, sir.
She was wondering if we'd put him in jail.
In jail?!
It was the only explanation she would accept
as to why he didn't send her flowers on her birthday.
And you started a file for him?
Well, sir, I figured if his mother
considered him the jailbird type, he might well be.
All right. Bring her in.
Sir, that woman's not the victim's mother.
How do you know that?
Because
the James Robert Smith for whom this birth certificate was issued
died 30 years ago at the age of 8 months.
Whoever was living in that apartment wasn't him.
He must have assumed a false identity for a reason.
Perhaps that reason caught up with him.
Now you say he was at the tavern last night?
Yes, sir. O'Donnell's on Queen Street.
Find out why he only stayed for half an hour.
Sir.
Round back and down the stairs.
James Smith? Yeah, he drinks here.
Are you sure we're talking about the same James Smith?
It's not an uncommon name.
- Lives up on Sackville Street? - That's right.
It's the guy.
Did he drink here last night?
Is he in some kind of trouble?
- Just answer the question, sir. - A woman came in here.
Made eyeballs at him.
He didn't welcome the attention.
A dollymop?
No, no. Nothing like that.
She was some kind of private investigator.
So is this what you do all day?
Sit in your office and let your constables
do your work for you?
One of the benefits of my position.
Sir.
There you go.
What have you, George?
Uh, it's something I have to show you, sir.
Sir, The man who refers to himself as James Smith
was at O'Donnell's last night.
- Yes and... ? - Actually, sir,
can we establish a convention right here
whereby we refer to the "man who
referred to himself as James Smith"
simply as James Smith?
Yes, of course, George.
Right. And then if we ever have cause to refer
to the original James Smith, we'll call him...
"The original James Smith."
- Excellent, sir. - Right.
George, what is it you needed to show me?
Sir, I wanted to speak to you privately.
James Smith
was at O'Donnell's last night.
Sir, Miss Pink was there at the same time.
She was?
Did they speak to one another?
No, sir, but apparently she made eyeballs at him.
I remember her saying unequivocally
that she'd never met the man.
Yes, she did say that.
Anyway, I wasn't sure she should know that we know.
No, you did the right thing.
George, go to her office
and see if you can find anything
- that pertains to James Smith. - Sir.
I wasn't lying
if that's what you're thinking.
You said you'd never seen him.
I didn't know that man was James Smith.
The bartender said you were staring at him.
I wasn't...
I don't stare.
Staring is obvious; I'm a professional.
You were looking at him.
I thought he might be a client.
I received a call from a telephone exchange.
A man asked to meet with me at O'Donnell's at 8 o'clock.
Are you in the habit of meeting strangers in taverns?
Meeting with clients in taverns
comprises a good part of my business.
Who was this client?
I don't know.
He never showed up.
Believe me, if I had known that man was James Smith,
I would have delivered the letter right then and there
and saved myself a lot of bother.
Sir we found these in Miss Pink's office.
She had them filed under James Smith.
I've shown them to several of Mr. Smith's neighbours;
they all positively identified him.
Sir, she not only knew who he was...
She was following him.
Sir, she could be our killer.
So it's to be a formal interview.
Am I a suspect?
Did you take these photographs?
No. I did not.
Do you know who that is?
Should I?
Please, answer the question, Miss Pink.
"Miss Pink," is it?
Very well, Detective.
It's James Smith!
So you do know what he looks like.
He's the man I saw at O'Donnell's.
The man you said was Smith.
We've been over this.
You've never seen these photographs before?
No.
Why?
Because
they were found in your files.
You went into my office?
- You went through my files!? - I needed to know the truth.
And I've answered you truthfully.
I've done nothing wrong!
You, on the other hand, have breached
the confidentiality I swore to my clients.
So you don't know how they ended up in your files.
What's your explanation then?
Well,
clearly everything I've told you is a lie.
I've been secretly following James Smith,
or whoever he is,
and after going to considerable effort
to leave a trail of evidence pointing to me,
I killed him and kidnapped his son.
Or who knows, maybe I killed the son, too.
I have no motive for any of this,
but then maybe I do this sort of thing for sport.
Or maybe,
possibly, there is the tiniest chance
that the killer took these photos
and left them in my office.
- And the killer being? - The man who hired me to find Smith.
- Kenneth Spokes? - We know he arranged for me
to be at the scene of the crime.
So it's your assertion then that Spokes
waited for you to find Mr. Smith,
then took photographs of him and his son,
then planted those photographs
in your files to make it appear as though
you had been following James Smith?
Is that so hard to believe?
And you were in that apartment the first time... ?
Two days ago. Thursday afternoon.
The earliest that these photographs
could have been taken was
Thursday afternoon?
If you need to walk through every step, then yes.
There are tulips in this photo.
Tulip season has been over for weeks.
A witness saw you go into the apartment
yet no one saw you come out.
So you're suggesting what?
I waited inside?
Killed him when he returned?
Disposed of the body?
Where did you spend the night?
I don't have an alibi, Detective.
If I had realized that I would need one,
I would have arranged it.
Excuse me.
Freddie Pink?!
She was at the scene and has no alibi.
William, we're talking about Freddie!
She is at the center of this and has not been forthcoming.
She's a private investigator; they're rarely forthcoming.
Sir, the Bank of Montreal in King Street
has an account for a James Robert Smith.
I was gonna go by and get the details.
- Very good. Thank you, George. - Sir.
So before we continue,
am I correct in assuming I am the primary suspect
in the murder of James Smith?
Yes.
Bearing in mind that we don't know it's a murder
seeing as there's no body.
But let's not quibble over trifles.
Convince me otherwise.
Alright.
Assuming I killed this man,
why would I call you?
There were witnesses.
You may have left evidence inside.
Far safer for you to insert yourself
directly into the investigation,
possibly control it.
If it were my intention to deflect suspicion,
why would I point out that the killer was likely a woman?
You would have anticipated that I would come
to the same conclusion.
In fact, that's precisely the logic
a smart woman such as yourself would employ.
If I'm so smart,
do you not think me capable of anticipating your response?
Why would I embark on such a doomed strategy
unless I were, in fact, innocent?
Or are you suggesting
that I anticipated your response
to my response to your response?
- In which case... - I understand.
We're in a recursive loop.
Infinite regress, actually.
Why not just
stab him in a dark alley and throw the knife in the lake?
And why would I take his son?
I don't even like children.
Come on, Detective.
There must be some way
I can convince you that I'm telling the truth.
So this is the famous truthizer?
Constable Crabtree calls it a truthizer.
I prefer autonomic response indicator.
How does it work?
When a person lies, the body responds as if to stress...
an increase in heart rate, sweating, etcetera...
responses that are controlled only by the subconscious mind.
How accurate is it?
It can't prove your guilt if that's what you're asking.
Can it prove innocence?
Possibly.
Alrighty then.
"Truthize" me.
Who is James Robert Smith?
I don't know.
Did you take these photographs?
I did not.
Had you ever seen this man prior to yesterday?
No.
Maybe your machine's not working.
It's possible it isn't calibrated correctly.
Umm, tell me a deliberate lie.
I killed James Smith and kidnapped his son.
Hmm!
Looks like that's a lie.
So you will release her?
She answered the questions truthfully.
- George, what have you? - Sir,
the bank account for James Robert Smith
was opened on May 18 in Montreal.
Montreal...
$1500 was deposited,
- then transferred to Toronto. - By whom?
Joe Murphy.
I was wondering if that might be Mr. Smith's real name.
You think Joe Murphy changed his name
to James Smith and moved to Toronto?
It's a thought.
That's a good one, George.
See what you can find out about this Joe Murphy.
Sir. Doctor.
Freddie Pink is from Montreal.
A lot of people are from Montreal.
Yes, but she only moved here last summer,
and she alluded to some kind of trouble there.
Julia, do you think it's possible
for a skilled liar to fool my machine?
Gurus from India are able to control their heart rates,
so I suppose it's possible.
So surprise would be key.
Am I not to be released?
Very shortly.
Just a few more questions.
Ask away.
Who is Joe Murphy?
I haven't even answered.
What happened last May 18th in Montreal?
I don't remember.
Why did you leave Montreal?
I was running from a jealous lover.
That's a lie. Tell the truth.
- Who is Joe Murphy? - I don't know!
Miss Pink?
I don't want to play anymore.
I've answered enough questions.
No, I don't believe you have.
I have a right to silence.
Please instruct a constable
to escort me to my cell.
Very well.
Detective.
I just spoke to police in Montreal.
Joe Murphy is well known to them, sir.
In fact, the entire Murphy clan.
Their mother is the notorious Ma Murphy.
I have never heard of her.
Thank God, Sir. Neither did I,
I didn't let them know that.
Why did Joe Murphy leave Montreal?
Well sir, he's suspected of killing his wife, Molly.
Apparently, Molly found out about Joe's criminal activity
and threatened to notify the police
unless he granted her a divorce.
How did the police know this?
Well, Molly's best friend, sir, notified the police.
But of course by that time,
Joe was in Toronto living under an assumed name.
And the name of her best friend?
Freddie Pink, sir.
According to police, she harassed the Murphys.
So much so that at one point,
she tells the police they threatened to have her killed.
I suspect that's why she left Montreal.
In any case, the Montreal police are sending the files over.
They're happy to see this wrapped up.
I'm sorry, sir. I know how this looks.
So, she came to Toronto,
sought out Joe Murphy, learned of his new identity and
exacted her revenge.
But what of the young boy. What did she do with him?
Sir, I think the question is
what does she intend to do with him.
Um,
Jackson found...
this.
It's a letter from the French government.
Confirmation of the receipt of a visa application.
For a Doris Walmer.
Traveling with her son James, age 5.
So you've been in my room too.
Is there any part of my private domain
you haven't trespassed upon?
Who is Doris Walmer?
There is no Doris Walmer.
So that visa is for you?
Me?
Oh, I see.
You think I'm planning to flee the country
with a little boy I've got stashed in a suitcase somewhere.
It's for a client.
What client?
Do you really think I'd tell you?
Do you often obtain false visas for your clients?
Just the ones who are terrified
that their husbands will kill them.
Like Joe Murphy killed your friend, Molly.
Come to bed, William.
Yes.
Just a moment.
Do you think she did it?
She lied,
repeatedly about everything.
How could she not think
that I would get to the bottom of it?
Either she underestimated you
or you're not at the bottom of it yet.
Now come to bed.
_
Lab report!
My God, that's a tremendous amount of blood.
By the looks of it, Henry, I would say he slit her throat.
They ever find her body?
No, he likely dumped it in the river.
If that's the crime scene that Freddie Pink found, I don't
blame her for doing him in.
Let's just say the world is no worse
for the loss of a brute like Joe Murphy.
Though he does look different
without his beard and his hat.
I've always thought, Higgins,
that a man should have to wear his hat in his mugshot.
To me, that's the first thing I notice about somebody.
It's their hat. It's like a signature.
- Gentlemen. - Sir.
- Is this the crate from Montreal? - Yes, sir.
Just sorting through them now.
Here's a Mary Murphy.
Mary Mu...
That's Ma. Higgins,
that's Ma Murphy. She's notorious!
For what?
For crime in general. And meanness. She's very mean.
She's...
Good Lord.
- She's Mrs. Smith. - Who?
Sir, the woman who
assumed her son was in jail
because he forgot her birthday.
Her son must be Joe Murphy then.
We have an address for her.
- Bring her in. - Sir.
Come in. Come in.
Please, have a seat, Mrs. Smith.
Or would you prefer I address you as Ma Murphy?
Is this about my son Joe?
Why, yes, it is.
Is he dead?
Why would you say that?
Because I have a right to know.
Is he dead or isn't he?
We haven't found a body as yet.
- But I suspect... - I know who killed him.
Who might that be?
I don't know her name,
but she had it in for my Joe.
She thought he killed his wife.
He did kill his wife.
That's a lie.
His wife ran off.
Your son fled to Toronto under an assumed name.
You came here looking for him under that name,
because you know what he did.
And what of it?
He's dead now, so what does it matter?
This woman you claim killed your son,
would you recognize her?
That's her.
Thank you, Mrs. Murphy. That will be...
I know you killed my son.
I know why.
Tell us where the child is and you will be forgiven.
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Get her out of here.
Get out!
All right, Mrs. Murphy, thank you.
That will be all, Mrs. Murphy.
She's a grieving mother.
She's not grieving.
How can you say that?
Have you found a body?
No.
You won't.
Because Joe Murphy is not dead.
He saw me in the bar.
He knew I was following him.
So he decided to fake his murder
and have me hang for it.
So you admit that you were following him?
You want a confession? Here's my confession.
I lied.
- Why? - Why do you think?
I knew how it would look.
I miscalculated.
All right. Why did you go to his apartment?
I needed to know it was him.
I still wasn't sure.
And the blood on the floor?
Animal blood?
Easy to obtain. Fully convincing.
Even I thought someone killed him.
I understand your skepticism.
I didn't kill him, William.
So either someone else did,
or he faked it.
Isn't there some way to tell
whether the blood is animal or human?
Do you believe her?
At this point?
I don't know what to believe.
It's as credible as the theory that
Freddie Pink is the killer.
Although both theories raise many questions.
Such as?
If Freddie is not the killer,
then why did she not think
of this theory before now?
And if she did think of it before now,
why not bring it to me earlier?
And if she is the killer?
Then why provide us with the means of
positively determining her theory to be false?
I'm afraid I have bad news in that regard, William.
The blood cells are partially decomposed.
I can't tell if they had nuclei or not.
And did she deliberately wait
until it would be impossible for us
to determine whether it was human or animal blood?
That would explain why she didn't tell you about it before.
Perhaps this is all part of a fallback plan.
Initially deny knowing the victim,
then if found out,
deny that there was a victim?
It would be nearly impossible for us
to obtain a conviction without a body.
Especially if we were unable to disprove this theory.
But, William, what of Joe and Molly's son?
Where is he? Who's taking care of him?
Perhaps no one.
Freddie Pink would never leave a child on his own.
She might if the alternative was to be hanged!
What?
If she does know where he is,
that would be the first place she would go if she was let out.
Well,
did you prove it was animal blood?
The test was inconclusive.
But we did find a bloody shoe mark
near the window.
A shoe mark.
- Really? - It was partial,
but the edge is quite distinct.
If it matches yours, you'll be charged.
If it doesn't...
Which shoe?
Sir,
are you sure about this? I mean,
should we not just follow her the usual way?
Freddie Pink will expect to be followed,
and she'll certainly notice if we follow her in the usual way.
This, she'll not anticipate.
I take it the shoe mark wasn't a match?
It wasn't.
- Whose was it? - I don't know.
But it wasn't yours,
so you're free to go.
Ah, I got 0.7.
- Where are you, George? - Uh, Sydenham and Reid's Lane.
Henry, where are you?
1.5.
Duchess just west of Berkley.
Constable McNabb?
3.4.
Parliament just north of Queen.
She's at Queen, west of Parliament, heading east.
Sir,
she hasn't moved in over a minute.
Oh, wait, wait! There it is.
Uh, uh, 0.6.
I've got 1.3, sir.
And I've got 2.9.
George,
she's in an alleyway northwest of Queen and Sackville.
Meet me there.
- Any sign of her? - Sir, I saw a carriage
pull out of the alley just as we came up.
How would she have known there was gonna be a carriage here?
She may have arranged for someone to meet her.
How? She's been out of communication since yesterday.
She stopped for roughly a minute at Queen and Sackville.
There's a telegraph office there. Henry,
go there, see if she stopped in and if she sent a telegram.
- Then meet us at Union Station. - Sir.
You think she's trying to flee the city, sir?
She applied for a French visa, George.
I think she's fleeing the country.
I want constables on the platform.
Search the train as well.
Stop any woman who's traveling with a small boy.
Are we not just looking for Miss Pink, sir?
She could be disguised, George.
Ma'am.
Excuse me. Miss Pink!
Please, we're late for our train.
- Sorry, ma'am. - Detective.
- What have you, Henry? - Miss Pink did stop at the telegraph office, sir.
- She sent the telegram. - What did it say?
Just one word. "Go."
- Who was it sent to? - That's the thing, sir.
Joe Murphy.
"Joe Murphy"?
What was the address?
General delivery at the Temperance Exchange, sir.
Right. Henry, head down there
and see if anyone collects that telegram.
- Sir. - Joe Murphy, sir.
I don't understand.
I don't either, George.
George,
that man walking toward us,
I... I've seen him recently.
Sir, I recognize his hat.
I found these in Miss Pink's office.
That's Joe Murphy.
Mr. Murphy!
Toronto Constabulary.
We'd like a word.
I believe these photographs are of you?
Believe what you like.
You came to Toronto one year ago
with your son after murdering his mother.
You assumed the identity of one James Smith.
No fewer than five witnesses have identified this man,
you, as James Smith.
You then became aware that you were being pursued
by a woman who knew of your true identity
as Joe Murphy.
You then made it appear as though you had been murdered
and set her up as the killer.
You can't prove this is me.
Actually, I can.
You can grow a beard,
but your identifying features remain the same.
And in combination, they allow for each face
to be identified with mathematical precision.
Please don't smile.
What do you mean, "it's not him"?!
The numbers don't lie, Julia.
The ratio of the distance between his eyes
and the distance between his chin and nose
is 1.27 in the mugshot.
Here, it's 1.41.
Ear to eye
versus chin to midpoint:
1.87
versus 1.69.
They're close, William.
Perhaps within the margins of error?
I measured very carefully.
So who is he? He's clearly involved in all of this.
Joe Murphy did have a brother, sir.
What was his name?
Adam. He wasn't in the police files,
but they both had a son about the same age.
So, if Adam was living with his own son
under Joe's pseudonym, where's Joe?
And why would Freddie Pink send him a telegram?
- Sir. - Henry,
- what have you? - I went to Temperance Exchange.
Did anyone claim Joe Murphy's message?
No, sir. But the telegraph operator who took the message has disappeared.
Her name was Doris Walmer, sir.
The woman named in the visa application.
Did you get a description?
Red hair. Green eyes. Pretty.
- Please, we're late for our train. - Sorry, ma'am.
The woman at Union Station with the boy,
- that was her! - She could still be on that train, sir.
She's likely well over the border by now.
Miss Pink used the telegram to let her client know to flee.
Yes, but why address it to Joe Murphy?
Perhaps that was the signal.
If a telegram was addressed to Joe Murphy,
it's actually meant for her.
But then what's the connection
between Doris Walmer and Joe Murphy?
What is it, William?
Could Doris Walmer be Molly Murphy?
Sir, Molly Murphy was murdered.
Was a body ever found?
- No... - At any rate,
we know a murder was committed in Montreal
on the 18th of May last year.
What if Molly Murphy wasn't the victim?
It was Joe!
But Joe changed his identity.
He set up the bank account.
I have no doubt Joe Murphy intended to murder his wife
- and leave town. But somehow... - She got the upper hand
and killed him instead!
So it could have been self-defence.
She would have called her best friend
who would have known exactly what to do.
They buried the body, and then Freddie
helped Molly to flee to Toronto
with her son.
That's why she was so insistent
that it was Joe that killed Molly.
She couldn't let anyone find out that Molly was still alive,
living in Toronto as Doris Walmer.
The Murphys discovered what happened.
They set up Pink for the murder of James Smith.
But why?
Revenge?
Leverage.
If she was charged with murder,
she'd have no choice but to tell the truth
about what happened in Montreal
and give up Molly and the child.
"Tell us where the child is and you will be forgiven."
She would have understood the message. But she didn't give them up.
So what have they done with Freddie?
I was mistaken, Mr. Murphy.
You are not Joe. In fact,
- you are Joe's brother, Adam. - Am I free to go?
You set up Freddie Pink for a murder that
- never happened. - Never happened?
My brother was murdered, Detective,
and Freddie Pink is up to her neck in it.
- Where is she? - To whom do you refer?
The one who killed my brother or her best friend?
Tell me where Miss Pink is
or you will be going to jail.
On what charge?
Spilling chicken blood on the floor of my apartment?
Kidnapping.
You have no proof of that.
Tell me where she is!
Sir!
Sir.
There's something you should see.
- Sir, I swear I saw it moving. - I believe you, George.
There it is.
- Alright. Fetch Henry. - Sir.
Where are you, Freddie?
I have 2.4.
Henry, what's your location?
- Trinity and Front. - 1.6, sir.
And where are you, George?
Wilkins and King.
Constable McNabb, what's your reading?
3.4.
Parliament and King.
Uh, it's, uh, Derby Street.
Did you find her?
Young Molly?
No.
I didn't.
Found the factory.
I didn't find her, though.
Maybe she quit.
See, I showed them photographs of her,
and they'd never seen her.
I told you what I would do
if you were lying.
- I wasn't lying. - Ah-ah-ah!
Careful.
I said one finger for every lie.
See, if you're lying about lying, well,
that's another finger.
Alright. Alright.
She works at a grocery
at Dundas and Broadview. She goes by Mabel.
Huh!
And... and you go by Pink.
Let's start with the pinkie.
Get away from her!
I only cuffed her a bit. Sure that's no crime.
- Kidnapping is a crime. - So is cuffing people.
I'll find her.
Even I couldn't find her now.
What the hell kept you?!
I've been tapping my foot for 40 minutes!
How did you know?
You released me in order to follow me.
But you didn't.
Then I remembered the ridiculous shoe mark
you invented to get my shoe from me.
You might also want to consider
what you leave on your blackboard.
Ow!
Molly loved Joe.
But when she found out he and his family were criminals,
she wanted out.
More importantly, she wanted her son out.
- But Joe wouldn't have that. - He tried to kill her.
Molly fought back.
She grabbed a knife...
it must have hit the carotid artery
because there was blood everywhere.
From that moment, she was a dead woman
unless I helped her. So I did.
So the body was disposed of
but you made it appear as though
he killed his wife and then ran away.
A rather elegant solution, I thought.
Until Ma Murphy didn't get her flowers for her birthday.
She then realized that her son was dead,
and that the blood that was found in the Montreal apartment
by the police was in fact his and not his wife's.
And she wanted Molly dead and her grandson back.
That's why they set me up for murder.
They thought I'd give them up rather than be facing the noose.
But why bother setting you up at all?
Why not simply torture you for the information?
I think they enjoyed the irony of having me
implicated in Joe's murder.
But you still are implicated.
How so?
Joe was killed by Molly in self-defence.
You lied to me.
Until you mentioned Joe Murphy's name,
everything I told you was the absolute truth.
I only lied to save my friend.
And lying is not a crime.
You buried a body.
Prove it.
I just might.
But until then, you're free to go.
Thank you.
Oh, uh,
the Murphys may still have it in for you.
You should watch your back.
I will.
William...
Yes?
Thank you for watching mine.
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