[owl hooting]
[digging]
[thud]
[grunting]
Jesus, Mary and...
It's like crawling up an old pig's arse.
[groaning]
- The body's nearly eight days old.
- I was told the state would be otherwise. Naught I can do now.
- I'll make it work, but I may not accept delivery next time.
[cracking]
[sighing]
[heart beating]
Ah...
[laughing]
[chuckling]
Keep beating, damn you. Come on. [panting]
Dammit!
- Why's this door even locked? - Same reason why the room is soundproof: privacy.
If someone's in the middle of a session and we just burst in--
- Right, right. [sighing]
- I still don't think this is right.
- You can either unlock that door...
or I can arrest you for obstruction and I'll just unlock it myself.
Stay back.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God. - Not a step further.
[gasping]
Good morning.
I trust you slept well.
I slept like I hadn't a care in the world.
A benefit, no doubt, of having a refined young woman such as yourself in the house.
Did you notice the gown on the chair?
I bought it for you.
No.
It's a gift, my dear.
A token of my esteem.
Please don't deny me this happiness.
It's... lovely. Thank you.
You will look exquisite.
Gladys can do any necessary alterations
if there's something not to your liking, but there won't be.
I have an eye for figures.
Yours especially.
When will I be going home?
Are you not happy here?
Is there... something you lack?
I want for nothing, truly.
I draw such comfort from my father's Bible.
It helps me strengthen my resolve--
- To remain a good... honourable girl.
Breakfast is in exactly 10 minutes. Don't be late.
Wear the dress.
- Surely the Devil's Elbow can be reformed.
- There are many facets to the problem.
Everything we might consider essential - education,
cleanliness, even their health - is an afterthought.
Because it must be. They are perpetually working.
- Then how do we help them to secure better work to allow for balance?
- It's difficult in this class system in the absence of education.
Then we teach them to read.
- I must speak to her! [panting] Please--
I'm sorry, ma'am. I tried.
- Forgive this boorish intrusion, my dear Mrs. Simcoe,
but you're the only person who can aid me.
I've just lost my beloved friend Terrence and I am not myself.
No.
Oh, Monsieur Rondeau.
- Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Let God be your refuge and your strength.
- Please have a seat, Monsieur Rondeau.
Thank you.
- I am so terribly sorry for the loss of your friend.
- Thank you. There has been so much death.
Too much.
I come to you, dearest lady,
because you are my one chance to make things right
with his spirit before I leave town.
I would be forever in your debt if you would use your formidable talents
to reach Terrence beyond the veil of death.
That's a preposterous request.
- I'm aware of how it sounds, but if only-- - But nothing.
I apologize. I don't mean to interfere with your affairs, but...
I believe you must refuse.
- I haven't had a restful night's sleep since the seance.
- And I would not burden you with this.
You made yourself very clear, but I have tried to make contact with him numerous times.
I do not have the strength of your gift.
- My curse, you mean. - This is against God.
- Mrs. Simcoe, you know the pain of losing someone...
Someone you love!
With my heart!
I would not ask if there were any other way.
- An unnatural request borne of unnatural feelings-- - Pastor, that is enough.
The connection I made to Alistair was entirely unexpected.
I'm not even sure I'll be able to reach the spirit world again.
I will be here to guide you.
Mrs. Simcoe, please.
I fear for your soul.
I will do it.
I feel I must.
On the condition that Pastor may attend the seance to protect my soul from damnation.
Of course.
I'm at your disposal.
- We can pay what's owed on the house.
And we may even have enough to buy back a piece of furniture!
- The Chippendale! - I want a phonograph for my room.
Tsk. Sister.
- You assured me my sacrifice would bring me comforts.
- It will, but we mustn't lose control.
Your pain is nearly extinguished.
This... really is the best solution.
Basil will soon cast aside his pitted cherry and return to your loving arms.
- Mm-hmm! Pitted.
You wicked creature. [laughing]
[doorbell ringing] [gasping] - Oh!
Oh!
Hide that in case it's a collector.
- I am in no mood for a conversation by the door today, sister.
Yes, yes.
Mr. Garvey.
Ms. Botticelli.
- Where's Verdi? Is... something wrong?
- Not at all. I've come for her things.
- But Verdi's on loan to you. - The arrangement has changed.
Well, that's not proper...
...or acceptable.
[slamming] And as her beloved family, we do not consent.
[sighing]
It's a humble room, but anyone would be glad for that bed, that desk.
- You wouldn't. Nor would your sister.
Verdi came to us with nothing.
- Well, those days have changed for her.
And by the looks of things, just beginning for you. [Venetia laughing]
I must say, Mr. Garvey,
had I known our sister would provide so much joy and pleasure,
I would've asked for more.
Goodbye, Miss Botticelli.
- If you're changing the terms of the deal, if you're going to keep Verdi,
then we require a new financial arrangement.
- I will arrange her head clear off her neck if I ever lay eyes on our sister again!
[sighing]
[soft, intense music] [hard knocking] [gasping]
- [sighing] - Oof.
Detective.
That was rather energetic knocking.
My apologies.
I became rather concerned when I couldn't find you at your home.
Have you been here all night?
- Mm-hmm. - Can anyone confirm that?
If necessary. Why?
The Widow. She's struck again.
- She certainly isn't wasting any time.
- No, she's not. I was hoping you could come with me to examine the victim's body.
Now, if possible.
- Of course. - I should warn you. It's... it's a lot to take in.
- I've performed autopsies on hundreds of brutalized bodies, Detective. I'll be fine.
Isn't time of the essence?
- I brought this to help you make contact with Terrence.
It had great meaning for him.
His energy still resides within it.
I assure you, madam, you are entirely up to the task.
Shall we begin?
I'm here to protect you.
Breathe deeply.
Release doubt and sink deep within.
Find the place that keeps the living from the spirit world.
I call upon the spirits, Isis,
the winged Ahura Mazda,
all beneficent immortals and peaceful deities of the terma...
...allow Terrence Crenshaw to come and speak with us now.
What is it?
[moaning]
What are your senses telling you?
[gasping]
So much pain.
- This... this should stop now-- - No... What else?
Where am I?
[crying] I don't know where I am.
- You're here, Regina. You're here.
- Oh. She's not Mrs. Simcoe any longer.
O spirit,
speed through eternal darkness beyond the gates of the sun
and reveal yourself in this humble vessel.
[moaning]
I am here...
Terrence?
My one... my all!
[grunting softly]
Why... do you... raise me?
I am gone. [breath rasping]
To tell you...
I wish we had time to discover what might've been.
I wanted to say a proper goodbye,
before you ford the bitter waters of the River Styx.
Before I flee.
Where will you... flee to?
Anywhere but here.
[exclaiming] I am a hunted man.
[breath rasping]
Darkness... will follow.
- Darkness? [gasping] - She... will follow.
No matter where you go!
She... [gasping]
[groaning and gasping]
- Now, this... this unholy insanity stops now!
- [gasping] - Do not... run! [exclaiming]
- God's light shines upon us! God's love--
- I'll stay. Terrence, do you hear me?
- I call upon you, God, to watch over us!
- I'd rather face her here-- [shouting]
- -cocooned in the warm remembrance of our embraces!
Terrence! [sobbing]
You wouldn't mind if I...?
Please.
So the wounds...
they were done by an assailant who was left-handed,
which is consistent with all of the previous Widow attacks.
- But the brutality of the amputations and...
...the opening of the chest cavity...
...and the cuts along the ribs appear...
...ragged and messy.
Like the killer was rushed.
- Well, I was outside the door...
...likely while - ahem -
the Widow was doing this.
How did she escape?
- Presumably while I was in the bar,
summoning the barkeep to unlock the door.
- Nonetheless, she had time to inflict...
...a lot of mayhem...
...and all while staying clear of major organs and arteries.
There has to be a reason.
Yeah.
To prolong Salomé's pain.
- How could anyone possibly endure...?
Here.
Morphine, cocaine or heroin could keep him from going into shock.
- You and Salomé, you were... you were close.
We were friends.
The Widow...
The Widow wanted Salomé to feel every cut.
Experience the cruel sensations as she mutilated him.
Dismembering him.
He was alive through it all, until...
I can't die like this.
I won't.
I'd rather spend the rest of my days in jail than suffer like Salomé did.
- Is there something you want to tell me?
The Widow...
...in her note, said that we needed to confess.
So I do.
I confess to my role...
...to Basil Garvey's role,
to the great Georges Rondeau's role...
...in a murder.
Of whom?
Margaret Mehar.
[panting]
[groaning and panting]
- If you can magically poof yourself out of here, be my guest.
Otherwise, sit the fuck down! You are getting on my nerves!
- No point. Darkness will follow.
- Darkness is already here. The good doctor opened her big mouth,
and now that witless copper thinks one of us is the Widow.
It's not me, obviously.
- It's not as obvious as it may seem.
- Yes. Don't you make it a habit to carve up people for show?
- You know, George... when we get out of here,
I'm gonna find a way to personally thank you
for doing me such a great fucking favour.
And I don't need disguises to put someone in the ground.
- Ah, no. You have the constant stream of threats.
If anything, the lady doth protest too much, methinks.
- I'm not the Widow, you stick-waver.
- If anyone's the Widow, it's the great Georges Rondeau,
master of disguise.
- By all means, ladies and gents, accuse each other.
Makes our jobs easier. [chuckling] Ahem.
Mr. Garvey.
Sir.
Our new superintendent...
...would like a word.
- If this is some preferential treatment--
- Ah, don't get your knickers in a knot, Monsieur Rondeau.
You're next. [clicking tongue]
- [bell tolling] - If I haven't said it before,
I am truly grateful for your presence of mind.
I shudder to think what might've happened
if you hadn't stopped the seance when you did.
- Your intentions were admirable,
but... your spirit has been weakened by grief.
- In future, I shall encourage people to look to our Lord and Saviour for answers
about their dearly departed.
Working at such a young age. It's inhumane.
This one should do perfectly.
Hello!
I'm Mrs. Simcoe. I have many lovely books for you.
Would you like to see them and learn how to read them?
Wonderful. Now...
Think of each letter like a cog in a machine.
Each has its own job,
and together, they work to create a word.
The same way a machine creates a box or a swath of fabric.
Shall we begin? [murmurings]
Alright.
- Margaret Mehar. Doesn't ring a bell.
See, that's interesting.
'Cause your newspaper had a field day with her story 12 years ago.
Oh, right, right, right.
Right. The harlot got herself all chopped up down in the Devil's Elbow.
- She's a maid, not a prostitute.
A heinous act,
more deplorable than the murder of Louis of Orléans.
B-b-but the murderer was caught and hanged.
- A pastor, I think. - Yes.
Andrew May... Sr.
His son still continues his godly work today.
- If you say so. I wouldn't know.
- What can you tell me about her murder?
- Wouldn't your time be better spent
solving the half-dozen murders plaguing Devil's Elbow right now
rather than something from a fucking decade ago?
- You see, I believe they're all connected.
And so does Dr. Israel.
- Mm. Our dear friend Melanda Israel
is very comfortable casting aspersions on others
when in point of fact...
...she's the one holding all the sharp knives.
- You're saying, then, that Dr. Israel's that one that killed Margaret Mehar?
- I told you, I don't know shit about her murder. I barely remember the woman.
- She was a domestic servant under the employ of the Botticelli sisters.
Th-they threw a party a week before--
- A party I was at. Yes, I remember.
But do I remember the wench who served me food and drink
among the many parties I've been to over the years?
No. That's absurd.
- Of course, I remember Margaret.
And if Basil, Lothario that he is,
is suggesting he doesn't... [chuckling]
then...
Then what?
He's lying.
The night of the party, held in my honour to celebrate my world tour,
Basil asked me to put a spell on her.
A spell.
- He wanted Margaret to be publicly humiliated.
- That lying prick! It was all Georges.
H-he wanted to use her to show off some new-mind control trick.
- Well, you suddenly seem to remember her very well.
I remember...
because it was all in such very poor taste.
But nobody ever died from embarrassment.
- Basil was obsessed with Margaret. - Obsessed enough to kill her?
- Well... I don't know how it played out,
if it played out.
I was in Montreal when she cast off her mortal coil.
Did you murder Margaret Mehar?
No.
Mr. Garvey...
...both Dr. Israel and Georges Rondeau have accused you--
I'm sure they have.
Because they are desperate.
They can accuse me until the cows come home.
I had nothing to do with that unfortunate woman's death.
But aren't you missing the obvious here once again?
Maybe the one killing everybody is a certain holy man
seeking revenge for his father's death.
Now...
either charge me with murder,
based on actual evidence...
...or let me go.
T is for...?
Trumpet. Yes! Does everyone see the T and the trumpet?
Now, can anyone tell me which angel plays the trumpet?
- Why are you lot out here? It's 10 past.
Get back to work or the boss'll dock you all a day's wages. Let's go. Go! Hustle up!
- It's a crime, keeping these children from an education.
They're learning about life.
I got my son this job and my family's damn lucky I did.
Well, then shame on you.
- What the fuck d'you say? - Now, now, please, let's keep things civil. Hmm?
- Here's how it works. Most of us need to earn money.
Alright? That's something you might not understand, huh?
Hired help, posh clothes, meat three days a week.
- Friend, you're reacting rather harshly to this good lady's valid concerns.
- I'll not be lectured to by someone who doesn't understand how we scrape by down here.
- But I do. That's why I'm here.
I'm here to better your lives and your children's lives.
- We are all accountable in the eyes of the Lord.
Whoever stops his ears at the cry of the poor,
he will also cry out, but shall not be heard.
- You think the Lord cares about what happens to us?
We'll use this for tinder.
- Get the fuck outta here! - Sir!
I will not have you speaking this way in front of a lady. - Pastor.
Oh, you won't, huh?
Am I not speaking to a lady?
- Pastor, let us leave here at once!
Listen to your wench.
I know you, who you come from.
Your father's hunting grounds are closed for good.
- [grunting] - Pastor! - Ah!
- Please, please stop this! Stop this!
- [stabbing] - Leave the judgment to God and the Widow.
[grunting] [groaning]
- [gasping softly] - Pastor, are you alright?
- Ah.. - Pastor?! [Regina gasping]
Pastor. [groaning]
Pastor! Pastor! Please help!!!
Someone please! No. [sobbing] Help!
- Reopening a closed case... is a very difficult and lengthy process,
as I'm sure you can well imagine.
And I can't do that without ironclad evidence.
- I understand. - Good.
Then you must understand the predicament that I'm in.
I believe you about Margaret Mehar.
But I don't matter. It's the Attorney General who matters.
And if I'm going to ask him to reopen this case
and charge the richest and most powerful man in this city...
...I need your help.
I need proof that Basil killed her.
- I wasn't present when the murder actually happened.
Margaret's body was delivered to me.
Afterwards.
Arranged with Basil.
- And Georges Rondeau? Where does he fit into all this?
- As far as I know, he's like myself... an accessory to the crime.
- And I can count on you to profess all this in a court of law?
- Doctor, your testimony is all that I have.
The Widow may spare me...
...but he won't.
[dramatic music]
[panting]
- Pastor May has been stabbed. - What?
Are you...? Wh-where is he now? Is he alive?
- We... we had words with a man and he stabbed Andrew in the stomach.
- Okay, I'll have one of my officers head to the scene. - No, no!
I-I don't care! He needs Dr. Israel!
- If he was stabbed in the stomach, it could be very bad.
- You need to release her now. - Mrs. Simcoe, I cannot just--
- This is life and death! She is the best surgeon in this entire city.
- Please let me go to him. Let me do something good for once.
I need to locate the pancreas. Palpate the splenic artery,
then clamp it off so I can find the source of all this blood.
There you are, you little bastard.
Okay. I need you to pass me that clamp right there.
Pass me that clamp right there. On the left. Other left.
- Should I be getting you a nurse? - No, I got it from here.
But this is gonna take hours, Detective, so do what you need to do.
I'll be here when you get back. [Kenneth sighing]
[Basil growling]
Let me the fuck out of here!
- Yes, because that's going to work.
But if it doesn't, try it again, this time louder.
- Fuck you, you backstabbing invert!
- Backstabbing? I did nothing of the sort.
- Oh, he told me! You said you think I killed Margaret.
You did.
You did kill her.
And because of that, we are all fucked.
- You keep your pretty mouth shut.
You understand? You do as I say.
Oh... or what?
- Or you will be reunited with your ball-biting love, Terrence,
and get your asses reamed in hell itself.
- One of my favourites. As a thank-you.
The tickets have sold very well.
- Oh, well, I have sold out shows from San Francisco to Marrakech.
- And don't I know it. [Georges laughing]
So...
this parlour trick you do,
messing with people's brains...
It's not so crude.
- You make them think things... do things.
Like that maid, Margaret, the other night.
- Hypnosis. [laughing]
The metaphysical art borne from the mind of the Persian physician Avicenna,
known by its Arabic name al-Walm al-Amil--
- Yes, yes, yes, whatever. I you to, um...
- Hypnotize. - ...Margaret again.
This time, I want it to be permanent.
Is that something you can do?
Oh, well...
...that depends on what exactly you want done.
If you just want to sleep with her,
it would be easier to make you a tonic.
She won't remember anything you do. Guaranteed.
It's not that. No, I just...
I want to wipe something... from her mind.
Something?
What thing?
Can you do it... or not?
- There is something I could try...
I've been wanting to try. For a price, of course.
Money is no object.
It might work, but...
but it requires taking her to the brink of death itself and then back again.
She may not survive. Are you willing to take that chance?
- I'm afraid it's her only option.
[grunting]
- [crying out] - St-stop it!
[crying out] Stop it!
- We're just getting started! It's time you learn--
Ah! Fuck! [grunting]
[exclamations]
Fuck.
- I hope the Widow finds you and turns you inside out,
you classless bourgeois fuck!
[gasping softly]
Oh, jeez!
If I don't give him a transfusion....
and sew him back up, he will die.
No, pl-please. I beg you.
[breath hitching] He's innocent.
He's done nothing wrong.
Let me finish.
Then...
...you can do whatever it is you came here to do.
[wincing]
If he thought I let you in...
He doesn't have a choice.
I'll make sure Mr. Garvey knows you didn't either.
[bell tolling]
- I turned myself in to the police.
For what I did...
...to Margaret Mehar.
And one way... or another...
...I will face the consequences of my actions.
And my testimony...
...will make sure that those directly responsible for Margaret's death...
...hang for it.
[clattering] There.
Done.
[sighing]
I can sleep in the surgery on a cot.
I won't go anywhere. You have my word.
Ahem. Except...
...and I hate to have to remind you of this, Doctor,
but the Widow is stalking everyone involved with Margaret Mehar's death.
- She paid me a visit... while I was operating.
- What? What, she was here with you?! What'd she do?
She... watched me operate...
...and then she left me...
unmolested.
The Widow does not want me, Superintendent.
- How could you possibly know that?
I know that because...
...though I disrespected Margaret Mehar's corpse...
...I am not the one who killed her.
I'd seen Margaret at the Botticellis'.
But once she was dead, Margaret became...
much more interesting.
She was a fresh specimen, not a rotting corpse,
not old and decrepit.
She was young.
And I wanted to learn everything I could about human bodies.
I wanted to see all the things I'd never been able to properly explore in school,
on corpses I could never afford to buy.
I wanted to see organs and systems and ligaments.
Her death was a gift for me.
She was mine to unwrap.
I learned things that made me a better doctor,
but they didn't make me a better human being. [cutting]
I left her body in a public place,
as demanded by Basil, where it could be discovered.
Her death had to look violent and ugly.
It had to entice the public...
...to demand justice.
- Justice that would end in the stringing up of an innocent man.
I will do as you ask.
I will testify in the highest court of the land
that Basil Garvey ordered the death of Margaret.
It's my duty.
One I should've performed years ago.
- I'll assign a detail to guard you. - It's not necessary.
- To keep the Widow out... and you in.
- All our fighting proves is that you're as much of a bastard as I am.
[sighing]
Georges...
we have to team up if we're gonna survive The Widow.
We have to be smart, we have to prepare.
We... could start by you fucking untying me.
- Tell me something, my old friend.
How do you prepare to fight a ghost?
- What the hell are you talking about?
[footsteps] It's about bloody time!
- You can go. For now. Do not leave town.
- I hope you're not offended if I don't thank you for the stay.
- Enough of the niceties. Get me the hell outta here.
Open the goddamn door!
I think not.
What did you say?
- Well, you're a risk, certain to flee if freed.
- I'm a risk if you keep me here.
- And you will stay here, in the best interests of the public,
while I compile a case against you.
One that will see you hanged.
This is now personal.
- I'm just doing my job. - No, no, I mean...
for me...
this is now personal for me.
- Your threats may have worked against Superintendent Kashtinsky--
- Money and ego-stroking worked on Kashtinsky.
But you?
You won't be satisfied until I destroy you.
Or until you destroy yourself,
because when word gets out that you've been wasting time
whacking off to a 12-year-old murder case
while letting two likely suspects walk free and the Widow strikes again...
...you are fucked.
- [knocking] - Knock-knock-knock.
Please, sister, give me peace.
I pray for God to send me gentle death.
Dry your tears, sister.
I have a present for you which will ease all of your cruel suffering.
Impossible.
I will never smile again.
Love's arrow has been plucked from my bosom.
I am deep in the arms of misery.
Ha! Alexi, come.
Ah. Hmm.
- Meet Alexi. [Viviana laughing softly]
He's come for a little visit.
I'd like to stay and chat, but unfortunately, I must be off.
Won't be back until late.
- How late? - Very late, my dear.
- Hmm. - Very.
Hmm.
The vest, off.
Ah, not the hat.
- You like the Ukrainian steppes?
- I would like... to tie them up,
and keep you for a very, very long time.
Come here, my darling.
- Hmm. - Your naiad awaits.
- Mm. - Mm.
[Viviana giggling] [exclaiming]
[Widow]: Margaret! [gasping]
Ah!
It's come to this, has it?
You have a place to go?
- No... but I have to flee while Mr. Garvey is in jail. I may not get another chance.
- He's got his heart set on you.
If you leave... he will follow you. That's guaranteed.
And he will find you and he will be very cross.
The one thing I know...
is it's infinitely better to be loved by Mr. Garvey...
...than to not be loved by Mr. Garvey.
[groaning]
[grunting] [panting]
[groaning]
[screaming]
- Ah! [groaning]
[exclaiming]
[crying out]
[groaning]
[crying out]
[screaming]
Wait.
No. No.
No. No. No.
No! No. No, no. Please.
I'll... I'll testify. [gasping]
I'll testify! I'll-I'll make sure the killers hang!!!
No!!!
[screaming]
[crackling]
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