(theme music)
(♪)
(indistinct chatter)
(whistling)
- Ah! What the hell?!
(man): Where is it, rankins? - Where's what?
- The parcel! Where is it?
- I don't know what you're talking about!
- Give us the parcel, rankins.
- You've got the wrong guy! I am not rankins.
- Should I cut him, johnny?
- What are you telling him my name for?
- Oh, I'm not.
I'm gonna cut him. - No, don't cut me!
(johnny): Then give us the parcel.
- I don't have the parcel!
- Should I cut him? I'll cut him.
(johnny): Get us the parcel by noon tomorrow.
Else otherwise.
- Fine! Fine. Yes. Good.
- Tomorrow noon. The alley behind the old gopnik shipyard.
If we don't get the parcel,
We will spend every moment of every day
For the rest of our lives
Hunting you down until you're dead.
Let's go.
(man): You should've let me cut him!
(johnny): Why do you always want to cut people?
- What?
Watts.
- Henry?
(man): Who is it?
- What are you doing here?
- I need your help.
I've done a very bad thing.
(baby cooing)
(murdoch): Ah, perfect. (julia): William?
What're you doing? - Ah, julia!
I believe I've solved our problem.
- Oh, what problem?
- Yesterday at the park I turned my back on susannah
For the briefest of moments.
She crawled away
And was nearly struck by a boy on a tricycle!
(sighs)
In the blink of an eye anything could happen.
So, I have invented
The all-purpose baby tether.
- It's a leash.
- It's a tether for her safety.
You see, even here at home it could keep her
From reaching the stove, or... Or something in my workshop.
- William, it's a leash.
- We need to allow her to practise her crawling
Without putting herself in harm's way.
Hence, the tether.
- Leash.
- I'm off to work.
I'll see you at dinnertime.
- For heaven's sake!
Come here. Oh!
I have an idea.
Let's do something dangerous.
(chuckles)
- Where is everyone, murdoch?
- Well, george is still on his honeymoon.
Henry called in sick
And evans and langston are taking care of a traffic block.
A horse has sat on an automobile.
- Oh. Well, let's hope something doesn't fall in your lap
Or you'll be stuck with me.
(phone ringing)
- Detective murdoch.
- I take it we'll be spending the day together.
- Yes, yes, of course.
I'll be right there.
- A few months ago I started using my auto
To deliver packages.
- You're a courier?
- Yes. But...
My telephone number ended up in the hands of some...
Unsavoury people.
They offered to pay me double my fee.
The implication was that I wouldn't ask any questions.
- So, these people were likely criminals
And the packages likely contained illicit goods.
- What's the difference?
So I didn't look inside their packages.
I don't look inside anyone else's packages, either.
- Plausible deniability may help you sleep better at night,
But it is hardly a substitute for morality.
- The point is these are dangerous men!
And they're after me.
- So, inform the inspector.
- The inspector swore he'd fire me if he ever caught me
Working a second job again.
- I would be more concerned about being arrested
For criminal conspiracy.
- That's why I need your help to get it back.
- Get what back?
- The parcel.
See, a couple of nights ago, I got a call.
I went to pick up a delivery from a man named rankins.
He didn't give me a name.
Just an address on tyndall avenue.
When I got there, someone was being arrested.
(watts): Who was it?
(higgins): The man I was delivering the parcel to.
It had to be.
(watts): And did you stop?
- I didn't want to get mixed up
In whatever was going on.
So I went back to the corner where I picked up the parcel,
But there was no sign of rankins.
I looked him up in the city directory, but no luck.
So I went home.
- And where's the parcel?
(sighs)
- I was about to throw it out.
But...
Well, someone was paying me a good fee to deliver it,
So it had to be valuable.
I figured, as long as I'm going to toss it out, anyways,
Why not take it to a pawn shop?
(scoffs)
- Severing once and for all your thin tether to morality.
- I didn't set out to do anything wrong.
I just...
Did whatever seemed all right in the moment.
- Oof.
So, these two men, one with a knife,
Are seeking a statuette of a horse.
- Yes. - So take your pawn ticket
Back to the pawn shop. - I didn't pawn it.
I sold it.
And I only got two dollars for it, but now it's gone.
And that old pawnbroker won't tell me who he sold it to.
I need your help, watts.
We have to find that horse.
- I left the constabulary, henry.
I'm no longer an investigator.
- Watts! I...
Watts, if I don't find that statuette,
They'll kill me.
Please, I need your help.
(intriguing music)
(murdoch): A single gunshot wound at close range.
No identification.
But there's this.
- What's in it?
- Looks to be five crisp $100 bills.
- Crikey.
So, this fella's walking around with a small fortune on him,
Someone gets wind of it and tries to rob him.
They have an altercation; he ends up dead.
- But they didn't take the money.
- You can't exactly spend a bill with a bullet hole through it, murdoch.
- Unlucky shot.
- For the both of them.
(whistling)
- Sign says back in five minutes.
- Stop that.
- Stop what?
- That whistling. It's annoying.
- I didn't realize I was.
That melody's been stuck in my ear all week.
(higgins): There he is.
- Right.
(clears throat) - wait!
What are you... What are you going to do?
- I'll tell him I'm a detective and the statuette
Was left behind at the scene of a robbery.
He, ergo, is a suspect.
- That's good.
That's good.
(city hubbub)
Go ahead.
(watts): So, suspicion falls to you...
Unless you are able to exonerate yourself by telling me
Who else may have been in possession of said statuette.
- You know, I'll bet you dollars to doughnuts
It was that pie-faced charlie who was in here just this morning.
- This man purchased the statuette?
- No, no, no. He's the one who sold it to me.
Then he came back later looking for it.
Real daft type.
It's gotta be him. I mean, the woman who bought it,
She wouldn't be involved in a crime.
- A woman?
A witness saw a woman near the scene of the crime.
Describe her for me.
- Classy, all over.
There's a fat chance she did anything criminal.
- Nevertheless, describe her.
Due diligence et cetera.
- Listen, pally. It ain't her.
I mean, here: She even paid me with this fancy cheque.
She's not the criminal type.
- If I could have a look at that.
- What'd you say your name was?
- Detective millshh... - What?
- If I could take just a quick look.
- Okay, pal, let me see your badge.
- How much for this? - What? Wh...
Hey! Wait, wait! Come back here! Wait!
- How did it go-- - run! Run, run, run, run!
- Hey! Hey, wait! Come back here, you miserab...
Lady, watch where you're going!
(susannah giggling) - having fun, susannah?
I told you it would be dangerous!
(grunting) - this way!
- Curses!
- Oh! Good god, I'm a criminal.
I can't believe I did that.
Ah, pencil.
(grunts)
(sighs) - here.
Give me that.
- Look! It's for $20! I knew he ripped me off!
- That hardly matters at this juncture.
We now know the buyer is "b. Vermont"
And we have an address in rosedale.
- Let's go. My auto's just around the corner.
- A moment. - What are you doing?
- Righting a wrong.
- Oh, for god's sake!
- Sending this back to the pawn shop.
Thank you for seeing us, mrs. Vermont.
- What can I do for you, gentlemen?
- We are private investigators with the pinkerton agency.
Our client has hired us to locate an item,
A golden statuette of a horse.
We understand you may have purchased it?
- Yes, that's right.
- Our client seeks its return.
He sold it accidentally.
- For a pittance.
(watts): It holds great sentimental value.
- Well, I'm afraid it holds the same for me.
You see, my late husband kept racehorses.
The statuette reminded me of his favourite maiden.
To me, it is priceless.
I shall keep it on the mantel in benjamin's study
Until the day I die.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a funeral to plan.
- Of course. Thank you for your time.
One, pl-- - no!
She has it. Let's go get it back.
- I recognized her husband.
The man in the oil painting.
His surname somehow eluded me,
But he's been in the papers every day.
Here, look.
- "arrest made in vermont murder."
It says the culprit is nathan fine
Of tyndall avenue in parkdale.
(indistinct chatter)
- That's where I was making the delivery.
This guy must have sent those men after the horse.
- The article describes him as a bookmaker and...
Violent criminal.
- And this violent criminal's friends are going to kill me!
Watts, we have to break into that mansion
And steal back that statuette.
- I will be doing no such thing.
- We've already been lying.
If we're only breaking the law to do something good,
Namely, saving my life!
Then, isn't that kind of better?
You know, overall?
- Sometimes the greater of two evils is inaction but,
In this instance, my boundary is firm.
Plus, it remains unclear what mrs. Vermont's interest is in all this.
- Then I'll do it myself.
- There's no talking you out of it?
- No. - Right.
I noticed the house was not in model repair.
The gate at the end of the hedge was ajar
And one of the windows in the parlour has a broken latch.
- So?
- I'll draw you a diagram.
(hart): Single gunshot wound, close range.
(murdoch): Any signs of a struggle? Any other injuries?
- No.
- Nothing unusual at all, then?
- Um, just this.
His fingers.
- Discoloured.
(murdoch): Dark spots.
I believe I've seen this before.
This is the result of contact with silver nitrate.
- Silver nitrate. What's that?
- It's a chemical commonly found in darkrooms.
- Ah.
- This man was a photographer.
(grunting)
- Whoa!
(thudding)
(mysterious music)
(whispering): Fireplace.
(chuckles)
(mrs. Vermont): Mr. Holly, have you seen my eyeglasses?
(mr. Holly): I'll check the parlour.
(mrs. Vermont): I've got... Never mind.
They're on the chain around my neck.
(sighs in relief)
(♪)
- Oh, I'm a dead man.
(dramatic music)
I'm a dead man!
- I question the wisdom of you taking it.
Its absence might be noticed.
- I was hoping I could glue the pieces back together.
- The men awaiting its return may notice that.
(sighs) - they said they would hunt me until I was dead.
I can't die.
If I die, then what?
- That is humanity's ultimate question, is it not?
But while you ponder that, have you noticed the man behind us?
- What man? - Don't look.
He's been following us.
- Are you sure? - No.
But certainty is a rare thing.
This way.
Keep moving.
We'll go to queen and get on a streetcar
To see if he follows.
- Watts! Watts!
Look! That store window.
Come on.
It's a miracle.
(sighs)
- Henry, I'm not sure this is the cure-all you think it is.
- They're identical. Those men will never know the difference.
- If the statuette is worth six cents,
Why did someone pay you a healthy fee
To deliver it to a career criminal
Under cover of darkness?
- I don't know.
- Clearly the statuette itself is not what those men are after.
- They asked for the parcel. I'll give them the parcel.
Problem solved.
(shattering)
- Where's the key, rankins?
- What key? You wanted the parcel, this is it.
- Enough.
Cut him. - I don't have any key!
I'm not rankins! - Say one more thing we don't wanna hear, rankins.
Just one more.
- Should I really cut him? - Yes.
- Then, the whole neck, or just a little cut?
- He doesn't have it. Gut him!
- Wait! Wait! I have it! I have the key.
- Well, then hand it over! Or else you're a dead man.
- I'm not a dead man.
I'm rankins.
And I'm your only hope!
Do you really think mr. Fine will be happy when you tell him
That I'm dead and the key is lost forever?
- Who said we work for fine?
- If you want the key, you pay double!
You meet me back here at 6 p.M. With the money,
Or the key goes into lake ontario.
Ha.
- Are you mad? You only gave yourself six hours?
- Well, it had to be believable.
- We don't even know what the key is for,
To say nothing of where it is.
- Uh, we know exactly where it is.
Mrs. Vermont broke the statuette.
Obviously, the key was inside.
- And since mrs. Vermont had the original figurine,
She must have the key.
Your logic is flawless, henry.
I apologise if my tone is one of surprise,
But it reflects my feelings.
Don't look! The man is back. - Where?
(watts): I said don't look.
(higgins): I need to know where not to look!
- Behind you. And now you can look; he's coming right for us.
- What?
- Gentlemen, I beg your pardon.
My name is mr. Holly.
I'm here to extend you an invitation.
- To what?
- To a meeting with my employer, mrs. Vermont.
(city hubbub)
(brackenreid): They're closed.
(murdoch): They usually open at noon.
- Ah, detective.
Sorry I'm late.
I think I have everything.
- Oh. Very well.
- Would you like to come in?
- That won't be necessary.
- Is something the matter?
- We need to know if you recognize this man.
- Oh, heavenly jesus and his apostles.
(retching)
(groans)
Uh, sorry.
Never seen a dead man before.
- Right. Sorry about that.
- That's mr. Cone.
Whatever's happened to him?
- Perhaps we'll spare you the details.
- Yes, quite right.
- What can you tell us about him?
- He was a regular customer.
A real enthusiast.
He always developed his own photographs.
- Up to something illicit? Peeping tom maybe?
- Perhaps, sir.
Can you tell us anything else about him?
- He lived in that building on duchess and beverley,
I believe. - Right.
Thank you very much.
- But--
- I apologize if mr. Holly was brusque with you gentlemen,
But it was important that I speak to you immediately.
I'm afraid I wasn't entirely honest with you earlier.
The statuette you inquired about meant nothing to me.
- You only wanted what was inside.
- You are clever.
So I ask you: Have you found what you're looking for?
- You have what we're looking for.
- I'm afraid I do not.
Shall we speak plainly, gentlemen?
- Yes, please.
- The key was not in the maiden.
- Then where is it?
- I was hoping that you could tell me!
You see, should you find it,
I would very much like the opportunity to purchase it.
- Our client is highly motivated to see its return.
- And has your client told you what that key is for?
(scoffs)
- No.
- As you may be aware, my husband was murdered.
A few days ago I received an anonymous telephone call,
A man selling evidence that would convict his killer.
The key is to a locker in parkdale station
Which contains that evidence.
- They already arrested someone, a mr. Fine.
- The police are going to release him by the end of the day.
Mr. Fine, he wants that evidence so he can eliminate it.
He killed my benny!
And... And now nothing is going to happen to him.
(sobbing)
Ah, thank you.
Mr. Fine is who hired you, is that right?
- Our client is someone who is caught in the middle.
- Well, whoever you work for,
Please do not give that evidence to mr. Fine.
(sighs)
Consider this a retainer for your services.
Regardless, you can keep it.
But if you bring me that key, I will see to it
That you are paid twice what anyone else is offering.
(intriguing music)
- We're no closer to finding the key, but this changes our aim.
We can't deliver the key to mr. Fine's men.
- Why not? - Because he will destroy the evidence and go free.
- So? - That is an affront to justice.
- As soon as we find that key I'm giving it to the people
Who will kill me if I don't. End of story.
(sighs) - oof!
Ugh!
I've stepped in sick.
Oh! I've stepped in sick!
Ugh!
(sighs) henry,
I find your position on the matter of justice abhorrent.
That you are a police constable makes it all the more troubling.
But seeing as we have no idea where the key is,
The point is entirely academic.
- Rankins must have it.
- Oh-ho-ho!
- Think about it: If rankins is the guy who had the evidence,
Maybe he's the one who made the anonymous phone call to mrs. Vermont.
He's playing two customers against one another.
Maybe he agreed to sell it to fine,
But decided to hold out for more money.
I'll bet you anything he never put the key in that figurine.
- Which scarcely helps you. Rankins is a ghost.
- Oh, we have to try.
We can go back to where he gave me the parcel.
Maybe there'll be some sign of him.
- You there!
How much for one shoe?
- 15 cents.
- Ah, for a pair. How much for one shoe?
- Why do you want one shoe shined?
- Only one shoe is dirty.
- One shoe is two shoes.
- It is not.
- Shoeshine's a shoeshine, friend.
It's one thing. - Can we get going?
- Fine.
Make it quick.
Oh!
(sighs)
(intriguing music)
(creaking)
- Here it is. This is where he gave me the parcel.
- I don't see anything of interest.
- Ah, maybe he lives in one of these apartments,
Or someone knows him, at least.
(whistling)
- Here we are. Duchess and beverly.
- This must be mr. Cone's building.
- Aha. See? That tune sticks in your ear.
You'll be whistling it all week.
- My god, you're right.
If you catch me whistling it again, you can smack me.
Come on.
- Wait. It's the pawnbroker.
We can't let him see us.
- Hey! You!
Ah! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Come back!
Stop! Stop, come back!
- Should we look into that?
- I'm sure it's nothing.
Come on, murdoch.
- Hey! I just want my cheque!
- Did we lose him? - Ah, he didn't stand a chance!
Whoa! (brakes screeching)
(susannah giggling)
Oh, I almost killed someone.
- Uh, henry.
- What? - What's this?
- The box. From the statuette.
- Which one?
- The one rankins gave me.
I took the statuette out before I sold it.
(gasps)
(rustling)
- Nothing. - Are you sure?
- Curious.
- Oh my god. I'm not gonna die!
(panting)
I have to give this to those men, watts.
- If you do, a notorious murderer,
Mr. Fine, will go free.
- If I don't, they'll kill me.
(sighs)
- The parcel was entrusted to you.
The key was in the parcel.
It's yours to do with as you see fit.
But you engaged me,
Which led to me learning the facts of the situation.
My knowledge of these facts demands I inform the police.
- Your knowledge doesn't demand anything!
- It does if I wish to lead an ethical life.
- Who cares about that?
If I don't show up with this key,
Or if those men think that I told the police, they'll kill me.
Watts, I have a wife and a daughter at home.
- We open the locker ourselves.
We ascertain that the evidence is relevant.
If it is, we photograph it.
You deliver the key to the men who want you dead
And I deliver a facsimile of the evidence to the police
Anonymously after enough time has passed that the men
Will no longer suspect your involvement.
- Fine.
(♪)
- Excelsior.
- What?
- Excelsior. Fine strands of wood
Used for packaging delicate goods.
- I know what it is!
How on earth do you know what it's called?
- Well, it's common...
- Lot of photographs.
It doesn't appear that mr. Cone's a peeping tom.
- Hm. Private investigator.
- Ah! So, which one of his cases got him killed?
Aye-aye. I know that fella.
- Oh, I think I do, as well. The bookmaker.
- That's right. Fine.
- I heard he was arrested for possibly murdering
The wealthy racehorse owner.
- Murdoch? Blood.
- Sir, these photographs are numbered.
1-12.
1-26.
- So, there's 13 missing.
- Perhaps the photos in between
Depict mr. Fine murdering someone?
- So, cone took the photos, offered to sell them to fine.
He pays $500 and keeps the photos.
- And then kills mr. Cone to ensure no one ever finds out the truth.
- I think we've just found our killer, murdoch.
(indistinct chatter)
- Stop. - What?
- There's a man sitting to our left reading a newspaper.
There's another man sitting to our
Right reading a newspaper.
They're both reading yesterday's papers.
- They must be watching the locker.
- Or it's just a coincidence.
- What do we do?
- I have an idea.
You'll be from cincinnati; I'll be from vienna.
(coughing)
(intriguing music)
- Ach! Mein gott! - Hey.
A moment of your time, friend?
- Hey, get your hands off of... Hey! Hey!
- Shh, easy now. Easy.
- What's going on? Oh.
- Let's go. - Hello.
(♪)
Hey!
Where are we going?
I'm from cincinnati.
(grunts) - get in here!
(engine revving)
- Hey, hey!
Follow that automobile. Do it quickly.
(fine): I already talked to you people.
(murdoch): You people?
- Coppers.
You don't respect me, I don't respect you.
Luckily, I don't need you.
All you've got is some anonymous tip with no evidence.
My lawyer's gonna get me outta here by the end of the day.
- Mr. Fine, you are being detained regarding the murder of benjamin vermont.
I'm here regarding another dead man:
Milton cone.
(fine): Never heard of him.
- He was found murdered down by river street earlier this morning.
- Mm. Well, you know what?
I'll send his widow some flowers.
- He had $500 tucked into his jacket.
- She can buy her own flowers.
- A withdrawal was made from your account
At the dominion bank for $500 cash just this week.
- Hm.
What can I tell ya?
- It's quite a coincidence, don't you think?
- Sometimes things mean something;
Sometimes they don't.
- Mr. Fine, I believe you killed mr. Cone
Because of something he knew about mr. Vermont's murder.
(fine): I'm tired of this.
You want the truth about vermont?
Find rankins.
- What do we do with him now?
- Just leave him in there.
(heavy breathing)
(grunting)
(coughing)
- What now? - We wait for the boss.
And here we are.
(suspenseful music)
(chuckles)
- This is what was in the locker?
- That's right.
- Fetch the gasoline and start a fire, will you?
- What about him?
- Make it a big fire!
- What?
(dramatic music)
- What is this? There's nothing in here.
- This is the guy. That's what was in the locker.
- Which locker?
- The locker. Shep, the key.
- 145.
It's the wrong locker!
Get back to the railway station at once.
Let's go.
(sighs)
- What do we do with him? - What do you think?
- Leave him here?
- He could go to the police.
- So, we have to do something about him.
- Yeah.
- Um, maybe we tell him not to go to the police?
- I'm not much for conversation.
(grunting)
(clattering) - wh-what was that?
- There!
- Run!
(gunshots)
(intense music)
(sighs)
Mrs. Vermont was set on destroying the evidence
That is in that locker.
We can safely say she is not a grieving widow
Seeking to convict her husband's murderer.
Do you think she killed him herself?
- Almost certainly.
Which means mr. Fine is innocent.
- See? I should have just given the key to his men
In the first place and this would all be over.
- And we wouldn't have nearly been shot dead in the alley.
- Now what do we do?
- This is a good question.
(sighs)
Let us entertain the scenarios available to us.
Scenario one.
We return to the station in an attempt to retrieve
The evidence from the locker.
Then the men with yesterday's newspapers see us,
Recognize us, kidnap us and take the key.
Mrs. Vermont destroys the evidence
And goes unpunished for the murder of her husband.
- They'll also kill us. - Yes, I elided that part.
We will surely be killed.
(sombre music)
Scenario two: You deliver the key
To mr. Fine's men.
They take it to the station where the men with yesterday's newspapers see them.
If fine's men come out alive,
They will likely believe you led them into this trap
And thereafter seek to kill you.
If they don't come out alive, mr. Fine himself
Will have to think that rankins, you, was in league
With mrs. Vermont and led his men to their deaths.
Whatever the outcome, you will likely be killed.
Scenario three: We deliver the key
To mrs. Vermont.
She goes free
And mr. Fine's men seek you out and kill you.
Scenario four:
You mail the key to detective murdoch
With a note explaining its relevance.
He takes it to the station
Where the men with yesterday's newspapers see him
And alert mrs. Vermont, allowing her a chance to flee.
Meanwhile, mr. Fine's men seek you out and kill you.
- None of these scenarios sounds good.
- I know.
There remains scenario five,
In which you deliver the key to the detective
And the inspector in person.
You explain everything.
They deploy constables to protect you indefinitely
While they retrieve the evidence and attempt to prosecute
Mrs. Vermont, her men and perhaps even mr. Fine's men who did...
- Oh! What the hell?
- ...After all, assault you.
- The inspector learns everything.
I could go to jail. I'll lose my job.
- But not your life.
(sighs)
You don't understand.
I wasn't delivering parcels because I wanted the money.
I needed it.
Our house was a gift from rupert and lucinda,
But we can't afford it.
If I lose my job, we'll be out in less than a month.
- As imperfect as it may be,
It's the only scenario that results in anything other than you,
Or both of us, getting killed.
(sighs) - I can't face the inspector.
You do it. - I'd very much rather not.
It's your predicament.
- And one I would have been out of if your stupid morals
Hadn't have stopped me from giving the key to those men
As soon as we found it!
- We never would have found the key if I hadn't stolen
The cheque from the pawnbroker, whose ire caused me
To topple arse over tip into your automobile.
- Heads it's me.
Tails it's you.
(suspenseful music)
- Mr. Fine claims he doesn't know mr. Cone
And that the $500 is just a coincidence.
- And decker at station house one is about to let him go.
- It seems that without the missing photographs,
They don't have enough evidence to convict him.
- Fine didn't give you anything?
- All he said was the answer lies with a man named rankins.
(brackenreid): Rankins? Who's rankins?
- I have no idea.
- What is it, higgins?
(phone ringing) oh.
Brackenreid.
Oh! Just a sec, doctor.
It's the missus.
(murdoch): Hello?
(brackenreid): Thought you were off sick?
- I was, sir.
I'm feeling much better now.
- Well, get back to work then.
- Right away.
- All right. I'll see you then.
- Everything all right on the home front?
- Oh, yes. Julia just needs me to bring home a lens
For our slide projector.
- What for?
- Once again, I am at a loss.
- You couldn't go through with it?
- Hear me out.
Detective murdoch is investigating...
Detective murdoch is investigating the death
Of a p.I. Named milton cone.
But I saw his photo, cone is rankins.
- The man who gave you the parcel.
- Precisely. Rankins must be his alias.
Fine told detective murdoch that rankins is the key to the case,
But he has no idea that cone and rankins
Are one and the same.
- So what? - So, it gave me an idea.
Scenario six.
The timing will have to be perfect.
We lure all the players together at exactly the same time.
Mrs. Vermont thinks she's getting just what she wants
But, instead, she gets caught red-handed.
- Murdoch, there's a letter for you.
Look who it's from.
- Rankins? What on earth?
"go to this locker at parkdale station and wait.
The killer will appear at 6 p.M."
- What locker?
(♪)
- In truth, mrs. Vermont,
My client was not a disinterested party.
He presented himself to me as a clumsy delivery boy
Who'd lost something of great value.
In fact, he was a rat.
He pretended to have lost the key
In order to sell it to nathan fine at an inflated price.
When I discovered the truth, I brought it to you.
(mrs. Vermont): You trust me.
- I trust you will pay me what you promised.
Double mr. Fine's best price.
- A promise is a promise.
- Sorry I'm late. But I have something for you.
- What's this? We don't want our money back.
- We want the key, rankins.
- You'll get a refund and the key will end up
Right where you want it to.
But you have to do one last thing.
(indistinct chatter)
- Nothing. - A ruse?
(grunting) - how dare you?
- What's all the commotion? Toronto constabulary.
- These men have concealed weapons.
- Is that right? - Now what's going on?
We didn't do a thing!
- What's in your pocket?
- Uh, my handkerchief.
- Oh, yeah.
What's this then?
Search him, constables.
(hubbub)
- Excuse me, miss. - I'm afraid I haven't the time.
- I'm afraid you aren't going anywhere.
I'd like to see what's inside of this envelope
And inform you that you are a suspect in the murder
Of benjamin vermont.
- I was having a liaison with mr. Fine.
I met him when he approached benny about fixing a race.
And benny refused, of course.
There's something wrong with me, detective.
I... I crave excitement.
And mr. Fine was so exciting.
But benny began to get suspicious.
I think he hired the private investigator
Who took these photos.
That night,
Nathaniel and I met.
Benny was supposed to be travelling to rochester,
But he missed the boat and...
When he found us together, he was furious.
He was out of his mind.
Nathan fled, but it was me that benny was angry with.
He hit me.
Again and again.
I... I had no choice but to pull the trigger.
What are those?
- The bullets proved it was the same gun used
To kill her husband and the p.I.
- Even if her story of killing mr. Vermont in self-defence were true,
She still murdered mr. Cone.
- She's dead to rights.
- That just leaves the identity and the role of rankins.
- I doubt he's important.
Higgins, where have you been?
- I was chasing a thief.
- Where is he?
- He got away.
- Bloody hell. I've half a mind to fire you.
(whistling)
(chuckles)
- What will you do with it?
- I'm considering keeping it.
- You lied to her and got her arrested.
Doesn't seem very moral to keep her money.
- I've been reflecting on this, henry.
Morality is not a constant.
Principles are not immutable.
Do you know who I learned this from?
- I don't really know philosophy.
- "do whatever seems all right in the moment."
Henry higgins.
A notion as profound as any.
- Hm. Well, sometimes I just say these things.
- As of today, I intend to start living my life
In accordance with the teachings of higgins
And today what seems all right is taking this money
And investing it in myself.
- Investing it how?
- Well, since mr. Cone is no longer,
Perhaps toronto could use a new private investigator.
(julia): All right, it's ready.
- What's this all about?
- I've been working on a little surprise.
You see, william, you're right that susannah
Is going to get up to all kinds of trouble.
But there's nothing we can do about that.
In the blink of an eye,
Something terrible could happen, but...
Something wonderful too, could happen.
We have no idea what the world has in store for her.
Could you get the lights?
(chuckles)
(susannah cooing) - oh!
(julia chuckles)
Julia, how did you do this?
- I had a little bit of help from mr. Talman
At the photo shop.
- No wonder he said all of those strange things.
Julia, these are marvelous.
- Oh, william, I just wanted to remind you
That the possibilities of her life are endless.
And no tether is going to keep her from exploring them.
(sighs)
(theme music)
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