All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S14E08 (EN)

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Murdoch.
Where's higgins?

Uh, we-- I haven't seen
him in a day or two, sir.

Suffering an illness,
I believe.

Still?

I'll tell you what:
He'd better be knocking

On heaven's bloody door!

Gentlemen,
I beg your pardon.

My name is
roderick h. Roderick.

I've been sent to
collect a detective

From station house number four.

-Ah, we are they.
-That is us.

What's this about?

Uh, I cannot
disclose any details.

Please, your help
is needed most urgently.

For what, exactly?

There's been a murder.

Henry?

Oh. Detective!

Ah, detective.

What is going on?

Isn't this
the old newsome estate?

Ah, it is!
Ah, they bought it back.

I'll need to
see your papers.

What papers?

Your visas? Your permission
into the country?

What country?

Their presence has been
requested by the king.

Let's see here.

Ah, sir! You're really not--
ah, sir!

I-I'm, you know,
I'm sure it's all in order.

I--

Murdoch:
Rupert newsome.

King rupert the first.

Thank you for coming, detective.

A great tragedy has
befallen our nation.

What nation?

This one.
Newsome-mimico.

New south mimico.

Ah, it's pronounced
newsome-mimico.

You elide the "th".

I know.

It leaves one lacking
the capacity for speech.

Something like that.

[recorded music]

Why is there music?

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh!
Our national anthem.

It is that time.

This will only
take a moment.

♪ over great mimico ♪

♪ with our heads
high we go ♪

♪ I am the king ♪

♪ tall strong
and handsome king ♪

♪ noble and valiant king ♪

♪ we all adore the king ♪

♪ I am the king! ♪

Long live the king!

Mr. Newsome, you can't just
simply make your own nation.

Why not?

We have our own
constitution.

We have a border,

Enforced by our department
of justice and security.

-Henry higgins?
-Mm-hm!

We have a currency.

Oh, and soon we will
have our own postage

Featuring the visage
of the queen.

Uh, dearest?

Your hand.

Oh. Bother.

Oops.

Mr. Newsome, what makes
a nation is recognition.

By other nations.

I highly doubt any nation
will ever recognize

New south mimico.

Therefore,
it is not a nation.

Allow me to introduce

Agnessa vrioni,

Visiting dignitary
from albania.

Miss vrioni.

Do you recognize

Newsome-mimico
as a sovereign nation?

I do.

Well, borders
aren't real.

They're arbitrary
divisors of people,

But insomuch as we
acknowledge them,

We may as well acknowledge
mr. Newsome's.

Watts, he can't
make his own country.

It seems he already has.

Now, was there not some
mention of a murder?

His name was
dickie fanshaw.

He was my friend.

A close friend?

Bosom.

When was his body found?

Uh...

Few hours ago.

I preserved the crime scene
and sent for you immediately.

Watts:
Bashed with a heavy object.

Scratches on his neck.

It's signs of a fight.

-Mr. Newsome...
-Ah, ah, ah!

King rupert the first.

Mr. Newsome.

Did mr. Fanshaw
have any enemies?

Of course.
In canada.

We're in canada.

No. We're not.

Our borders with canada
were closed all night.

That's why I called you!

I believe the killer
is right here in newsome-mimico.

We sat for
a nightcap at 9 pm.

It was myself,
dearest departed dickie

And courtney here.

Courtney van doren,
minister of the interior.

It was just
the three of you?

No - lucy was here.

Lucinda
helmsworthy-newsome.

The queen.

Oh, yes.

But she was knackered,
so she went to bed at 9:30.

After that,
it was just the three of us,

Our double malts
and our plans for the dock.

The dock?

Yes.

Those half-witted gargoyles
down at mimico city council

Wouldn't let me
build a simple yacht dock!

One of them couldn't
even say yacht dock.

So, dickie thought pffft.

Let's secede.

And thusly newsome-mimico
was birthed.

Mr. Newsome,
do you recognize this?

Of course I recognize it,
whoever you are.

It's a feather.

Ah, yes.

Do you have any idea why
it might have been stuck

To mr. Fanshaw's
waistcoat?

His "wescut"? No.

It could belong
to mcgeorge.

Oh, yes.

Mcgeorge?

Yes. Dickie's pet goose.

Little critter went missing
yesterday,

Come to think of it.

[clears throat]

Gentlemen, last night,

When did you last
see mr. Fanshaw?

I retired to my rooms
at 10 pm on the dot,

But I believe dickie said
he was going for a stroll.

Yes. It was 10 pm.

He went out
that door and...

[whistles]

[whistles]

[whistles]

That's the song
he was whistling

As he strode into the night.

Not a care in the world.

So, what are you
all doing here?

Julia:
William asked us to come.

Per orders
of the king.

He is not a king.

He is my idiot cousin.

Per orders of
effie's idiot cousin.

Henry, what are you wearing?

What?
It's my uniform.

You look like
a feathered beefeater.

Ruth designed it.

On your way.

-Roderick.
-Fiona.

What... What are
you doing here?

I came to see this
madhouse for myself.

And you are?

George, this is roderick
h. Roderick, my ex-husband.

Roderick,
this is george.

My lover.

Hm.

A copper?

And you're a citizen
of new south mimico?

Yes.
Chief legal counsel.

Then you actually believe
this is a real country?

I do, it is.

Would you like
to see proof?

Certainly.

I could use
a good laugh.

Dearest,
I am supposed to be in charge.

I know that, henny.

Say, I'm not
showing, am I?

No. You're as sleek
as an antelope, dear.

I am chief of justice
and security for newsome-mimico.

Yes. I know that, henny.

Grape!

But all I get to do
is sit at the border

And turn away
undesirables.

When a murder happens,
they call someone else in.

I've solved murders
before, you know?

Really?

I've been involved
in solving murders.

Oh, well. So have I.
Scads of them.

Cantaloupe!

But, henny, this is dickie
we're talking about.

It's all rather
remarkable, isn't it?

They really made
their own country.

You're impressed by this?

I suppose I am.
Did you see the flag?

And the coat of arms?

This place is
the manifestation

Of a lunatic's
untethered vanity.

Thank you, detective.

Well, I'll
examine the body.

Thank you.

I've confirmed
everyone else was in bed

For the evening
before 10 pm.

The last
mr. Fanshaw was seen.

The victim's guest room
was in the east wing.

No one heard anything.

All the other
sleeping quarters

Are in other parts
of the building.

Yes, I searched his room.
Found this.

A daily journal.

This looks interesting.

Watts!

Last journal entry
was yesterday.

"one, select pajamas.

Two, pack pajamas.

Three, tell secret,"

With a question mark.

Where is it?

Dickie was newsome-mimico's
secretary of state.

He handled all the files
and administration.

Why are there files
and administration?

Rupert newsome didn't
just say he had a country

And everyone just
went along with it.

Well, I think he did.

I don't see how any paper
you show me will prove

That new south mimico is real.

It will.

They don't teach you
everything at osgoode, fiona.

As a lawyer,
I have significantly

More experience than you.

Oh, roderick.
There is lunch.

The albanian woman
has made lunch.

Ah. Yes. All right.

Um, just a moment.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Hm.

Who's that?

How am I supposed to know?

Roderick:
Huh! Ha. Here it is.

The founding documents.

Proof that new south
mimico is real.

This is nonsense.

It simply refers to
canadian treaties

That harken back
to confederation.

One could simply pop
'round queen's park,

Glance at the copies
and prove once and for all

That there's no such
thing as newsome-mimico.

Yes.

No one has ever accused you
of not being sure of yourself,

Have they fiona?

George.

I shall be back
in the wink of an eye.

And when I return,

New south mimico
will be no more.

Tell secret?

Dickie wrote that?

I haven't
the foggiest.

What about
these symbols?

Ah! This is a note.

Those colours and symbols
are, in fact, a language --

Solresol.

Solresol?
What is solresol?

The official language
of newsome-mimico.

An international
tongue that allows

For communication through
letters, numbers,

Music, or colour.

Is this language a product
of your own imagination?

Murdoch:
"la langue universelle."

It was invented by a frenchman,

Although it's more theoretical
than practical, I believe.

Well, dickie went to
pastry school in paris

And said it was
all the rage.

I find that
hard to believe.

But what does this say?

It says...

"best friend."

"best friend,
rupert and dickie,

Dickie and rupert,
best friends are we."

Huh.

My god!

What is it?

It's a bloody axe.

Uh, pool of blood,
partially congealed.

I believe this axe
was used in the last day.

Well, we know an axe wasn't
used in committing the murder

And we believe that
to have occurred

At the door
to the east wing.

What brings you out here,
mrs. Helmsworthy-newsome?

I was...

Taking a walk to...

I-I can't remember where.

I just wanted a walk.

Watts:
Detective. Look at this.

Another feather.

Mm!

My goodness.

That is transcendent!

I'm sorry.
What is it?

This is goose.

A family recipe.

Mm.

I'm sorry.
Did you say goose?

Mm.

Where did you
procure this goose?

Miss vrioni, I'm afraid I must
press you for an answer.

The victim's goose disappeared
shortly before he was murdered.

Murder?

No.

I am not a killer.

William?

I found this in
the victim's clothing.

Broken fingernail.

Presumably broken
whilst leaving

Those nasty scratches
on his neck.

Crabtree:
Ah, sir.

Miss vrioni.
May I see your right hand?

No.

Uh, miss vrioni.
Please.

A broken fingernail.

Thank you.

You're coming with me.

Watts!

What happened?

I see the goose.
I take the axe.

I kill the goose. Normal.

This man?
He is crazy.

So angry, yelling,
attacking.

I defend myself. Hm?

[mimics screaming]

Ah, yes.

Ah, what time was this?

10 o'clock.

I already hung the goose
and was on my way to my room.

You didn't hit mr. Fanshaw
on the back of the head?

No!

Right. What happened after
the two of you fought?

Nothing.

He screams,
"ahhhhh!"

Then he runs to the house.
This way.

Toward the east wing.
Very good.

Thank you,
miss vrioni.

Dr. Ogden confirms that he died
between 10 and 11 pm last night.

That seems to line up
with miss vrioni's story.

If she's telling the truth,
he would have come this way

And entered through
this door here.

It's curious,
given that he died

At the other end
of the wing.

What is this?

Blood.

♪ do fa sol mi si fa ♪

♪ do mi fa sol
do mi fa sol do mi fa sol. ♪

So what does that mean?

Oh! "lovely little baby."

Yes, our child is going to be
the first native speaker

Of solresol.

Isn't that
wonderful, henry?

Mm. It is wonderful.

So is the entire
language musical?

Oh, doesn't have to be.

I suppose you could
say, "do mi fa sol,"

But what fun's the fun in that?

♪ do mi fa sol. ♪

Yeah. Incredible.
Do you mind if I have a look?

Oh! Certainly.

So it's true,
is it, higgins?

Sir?

Well, that you thought
you could call in sick

And that I wouldn't find out
you're working another job?

No. Sir, I--I...

Brackenreid:
Oh, spit it out, higgins!

I'm actually looking
forward to hear you

Try and worm your way
out of this one.

Well, I had no choice.
It pays more.

Then be a man, be upfront
and hand me your resignation.

Ah, sir.

You can understand why
I might want to not tie

My entire career
to rupert newsome.

I suppose so.

This new country business
can't actually last.

Just trying to make a little
extra money while I can.

I promise, after today,
no more taking off work.

Mm.

-Oi, bugalugs!
-Oh! Sir!

Are you getting
paid to read?

Sir, this is evidence.

What have you got,
gentlemen?

The victim is
a mr. Fanshaw.

We believe he was
in this hallway

Shortly before his death,
likely headed to his room.

Oh, oh, oh.
Look at this.

Blood.

And it leads here.

There's some on
the door, watts.

Uh, is this
mr. Fanshaw's room?

No. His room is that way.

I've already inspected it --
no blood there.

So what's in there?

What are you
doing in my study?

Mr. Fanshaw came here
directly before being killed.

Why would he do that?

That's what
we're asking you.

Well, I just asked you.
Why would I know?

What was the question?

Mrs. Helmsworthy-newsome,

Last night you had drinks
in the sitting room

With your husband,
the victim

And mr. Van doren,
correct?

Yes.

You then left their
company at 9:30 p.M.,

According to their
recollection.

Where did you go after?

I...

I can't remember.

Did you come here,
to your study?

Did you see mr. Fanshaw at
or just after 10 pm last night?

No. Of course not.

She's bloody lying.

Inspector, detective.

Murdoch:
What have you?

Letters.

And I believe they may
explain why mr. Fanshaw

Came to this room
last night.

Ah, no, no, no.

You must hold
the final syllable.

"solremi-I-I."

Solremi-I-I.

Fabulous!
That's it.

I do adore you, courtney.

Whyever did you break
things off with lucinda?

Don't answer.
It's obvious.

You have quite
the sharp tongue, ruthie.

That's princess
higgins-newsome, sir.

Yes, of course.
My apologies, princess.

Oh, thank you.

Courtney, we must find
someone in the family

For you to marry so you can be
a proper royal, like us.

Who is that tall woman?
The one without any hair.

Oh, effie!

Oh, yes!
Oh, she's perfect!

You must marry
her straightaway.

Scrumptious!
Effie's with george.

-Still?
-Hang on.

What's this?

Oh my.

I've got to find
the detectives.

Miss helmsworthy-newsome,
these are love letters.

Written to you
by the victim.

What?

That's absurd.

They're quite passionate.

In this one, he says he's
going to reveal your affair

"to the world".

Well, I've never seen those
letters before in my life.

Young detective watts found them
right here in your study

Just moments ago.

Mr. Fanshaw was injured after
his argument with miss vrioni.

He went not to his room,
but came here,

Perhaps to seek
solace in your arms.

But you then argued,
possibly about this letter.

And shortly after that
mr. Fanshaw was dead.

No. No.

I...

Where were you last
night at 10 pm?

I can't remember.

No, no. I do.
I do remember.

I...

I took a walk.

In the rose garden.

And from there
I went straight to bed.

Sirs? I found something.

What is it, higgins?

I was walking outside
with ruth and courtney.

I spotted this
on the ground.

-There's dried blood on it.
-Mm-hm.

Oh.

Based on the wound,
this could be the murder weapon.

Oh, it's the other
bookend from this shelf.

Oh! Very good.

Where did you
find this, henry?

In the rose garden.

No, no.

No, I didn't kill him. I swear!

I...

I just can't
remember anything!

Perhaps she really
doesn't remember.

It's possible
she killed him

And the experience
was so traumatic

That her mind
just blocked it out.

Unfortunately,
there are no fingermarks

On the murder weapon.

Detective, I understand my wife
has murdered my best friend.

The evidence strongly
suggests that's the case.

However, we--

The king, me,
is despondent.

But there's
nothing to be done.

Henry, arrest the queen
on the charge of murder.

Really?
But she's your wife.

And she murdered
my best friend.

No man has known
true friendship

Until he has known
the friendship

Of dickie d. Fanshaw,
esquire.

Mr. Newsome, at the conclusion
of our investigation--

No!
This is newsome-mimico.

Henry, arrest the queen.

He has a guillotine?

It's in
the constitution.

I'm not actually allowed
to cut her head off?

Absolutely not.

Oh, thank god.

Might as well have a little fun
with it, then, huh?

Ladies and gents,
in accordance with my duties

As chief of justice
and security

For newsome-mimico,

I shall now
execute the queen!

Just let me put her
in the thingamajig

Before you put
a stop to all this.

Come on. What's wrong?
On your feet.

I did nothing wrong.
Stop this!

Perty!
I'm your wife, how could you?

Your hands are stained
with the blood of dickie.

I can't say
I'm surprised

To find out that you're
a murderer, lucinda.

I... I'm not...

Henry, are you really
going to chop off her head?

'tis my noble duty.

Oh!

All right, higgins.
That's enough. Hand her over.

Yes.
The queen is coming with us

Until we complete
our investigation.

Well, I object!

But in the name of peace,
I offer full compliance.

Henry!
You're supposed to--

Detectives? Inspector?

It's about this whole
sovereignty business.

Ah-ah-ah, don't listen to her.
She's just a foolish woman.

Henry, do not
unhand my wife.

Brackenreid:
We're taking her.

Meanwhile, miss newsome
here can explain to you

Why you're not the king
of your own country.

Effie:
The thing is,

The founding documents
of new south mimico

Refer to a federal
waterway treaty,

Which was revised
only this year.

Murdoch:
All right.

The treaty defines canada's
borders with america.

It's signed off by
officials from canada,

The us and great britain.

And there's one article,
which must have just slipped in.

The officials
have no idea.

No idea of what?

Once they're alerted, I'm sure
they'll re-write it immediately.

Go on, miss newsome.
What are you getting at?

According to
the government of canada,

New south mimico is real.

You're trying to tell us
that rupert newsome

Really is the king
of his own country?

Well, of course I am.

Henry?
Off with her head.

Yay.

Even if he is
some sort of king,

We can't let him
kill his wife.

Hm, yes. This may call
for a coup d'etat.

I'll handle this.

Right, higgins.
You're not killing anyone.

Gosh, fine!

Take her inside.

She can wait there
until we decide

Whether to take
her to the cells.

Thank you, inspector.

You can't do this.
This is my country.

Effie just proved it.

I don't give a toss
whose country this is.

And if anyone cares
to disagree with me,

They can do it right
bloody well now!

Get it?

Got it? Good!

Lucinda helmsworthy-newsome
said she was in the rose garden

Last night,
but within 20 minutes

She was back in bed with
her husband for the night.

So, she placed it
here in the morning

After the blood
had dried?

Why?

Why not clean it off and
put it back in her study?

And why feign to not remember
where she was last night,

Only to eventually
volunteer

Being in the very place where
the murder weapon was discarded?

Ah!

Someone may be trying to
cast suspicion on her.

Hm.

Think about it.

Who could have possibly
slipped that article

Into the treaty?

One three,
one four five

Three. What?

That means,
"you are lovely".

I thought it was
a musical language?

Yeah, well it can be.

But you could also use
numbers, symbols, ah...

Colours, even.

Invented by a french chap,
françois sudre,

To allow a truly
universal language.

Effie, if everybody
learned this,

We could communicate with
people from china, russia--

Here we go.

Mars, venus,
quebec!

Perhaps it was dickie fanshaw
who altered the treaty?

Ah, we should refer
to mr. Fanshaw as...

Six five four
seven seven.

"the victim".

Six five four
seven seven

Handled all
the newsome-mimico paperwork.

But six five four seven seven
was a wealthy layabout.

He wouldn't have known to
do this, even if he could.

Hm.

Well, if it wasn't
six five four seven seven,

Perhaps it was...

Six seven seven four one.

Precisely what
I was thinking.

Assuming six seven seven
four one means "the lawyer,"

Or "my ex-husband".

Indeed, it does.

There are inconsistencies
in the evidence against you,

So, at this time
you are not under arrest.

You see?

I told you I didn't do it
and you sentenced me to death!

[stammers]

I thought you
killed dickie.

You can imagine
how distraught I was.

I don't care how
distraught you were.

How could you believe
such a thing of me?

You're right.

I am so stupid.

I'm a weak fool.

Please, show mercy on
this insufferable twit.

And, also, it was
mostly henry's fault.

He found that evidence
and said it was you.

It was not only henry.

And you are not yet
cleared of suspicion,

Mrs. Helmsworthy-newsome.

What?

Right.

It was
henry higgins.

He tried to
have me killed.

You accused
the queen of murder.

That is treason.

I was only doing
as I was told.

Your husband--

Do not
speak ill of the king!

Now, put yourself
in the stocks.

You are hereby
sentenced to death.

-Henny!
-Don't worry, ruthie.

They can't let this happen.
Right, sir?

Oh, you want my help now,
do you, higgins?

Higins:
Sir, she is going to kill me.

She's serious.
Look at her eyes.

Oh. Is henry to be executed?

-Yes.
-No!

I'm sorry, ruthie,
ruthie's baby.

But we must abide by
the laws of newsome-mimico.

Well...
Yes, of course you're right.

What? What?

Oh, no. Wait! No!
No, rupert, no, no!

You have to save him.

Oh, well, given henry's
the one who does the executions,

Who's going to
chop off his head, anyway?

He can scarcely
do it himself.

Well, it says here

That if the chief of justice
cannot perform his duties,

His responsibilities
fall to the king.

-Ah, well.
-Thank you.

Oh! Inspector!

How would you feel
about a new title?

Chief of justice
and security.

What, so, uh, I'm the one who
gets to chop off higgins' head?

Worth considering,
I suppose.

Enough chatter.
Why is this taking so long?

Behead this
simpleton, perty.

But lucy, it's henry.

You know? Henry.

Can you really imagine
him without a head?

Yes!

Now you do as I say
right now and chop...

Off... His...

[all gasp]

I've been so
unwell lately.

Can't imagine why.

Can you describe exactly
what you've been feeling?

Untethered, I suppose.

And my body...

Pain?

Feels like
I don't have control.

I can barely feel
it at all.

Nothing in his briefcase
that would explain his motives

For helping to make
new south mimico a reality.

It's essentially using
numbers one through seven.

You could assign
anything you like.

Musical notes,
colours of the rainbow.

If I had seven different
beans, effie,

I could display them variously
and communicate with people!

I can't believe
this hasn't caught on.

Now this is interesting.

"dearest lilith,
from my heart to yours,

Roderick".

He moved on quickly.

Uh, so have you, dear.

Well, we're not going
to prove his guilt

Sitting around here.

We need to get back
into that office.

But the office is locked.

Well, we'll need to
convince the king

To let us back in.

Or perhaps another member
of the royal family.

Based on lucinda's
symptoms,

I'd say it's
neurological.

When we arrived, she cut herself
and hardly noticed.

That's right.

And when henry was marching
her to the guillotine,

She could barely walk.

It was as though she'd
lost all coordination.

Interesting.

Plus, the loss of memory.

And the general madness.

Well, that may
just be her.

I have to say, these are all
effects of mercury poisoning.

Then someone wants
the queen dead.

And if that someone also
targeted mr. Fanshaw,

Then perhaps he wants
both of them dead

For the same reason.

And we do have
a strong motive.

Dickie fanshaw was
carrying on with the queen.

The killer could be the man
most aggrieved by the affair.

The man who counts them
as his wife and best friend.

The mad king who thinks
himself above the law.

You learned of the affair
between your wife

And your best friend and then
set out to murder them both.

Brackenreid: Poisoned your wife,
murdered mr. Fanshaw

And then framed her for it
and tried to execute her

When the poison
didn't do the trick.

Murdoch: You thought
yourself above the law.

Perhaps that's why you
pushed to have this country

Of your own so that you
could murder with impunity.

I did all that.

I found out about
the affair yesterday.

My honour was at stake.

A king cannot be made
a cuckold in his own country.

But, as you say,
I am above the law.

This isn't a real
country, rupert.

Yes, it is.
Effie proved it!

And she will prove it again
to the canadian government.

And then they
will undo it.

And then you will be
arrested and hanged.

I should like
to see you try.

I am banishing you.

You are banished.

And if you try to get back in,
you will regret it.

I could make one phone call
to the chief constable

And have a hundred men
here this afternoon

To take you by force.

Are you threatening
to invade my country?

It's not a bloody country!

You won't take us over.

We'll take you over.

You're going to
take over canada?

I was thinking mimico,
but yes.

If you so much as step
foot over our borders--

We're already
across your borders.

We're not leaving here
without you in shackles.

You leave me
no choice then.

I declare war.

War!

I boiled off one of
lucinda's daily tinctures

And it was laced
with mercury.

So, this wasn't
a one-time occurrence.

She's been slowly
poisoned for a week or more.

Then rupert newsome lied.

He said he found out about
the affair only yesterday.

If there's one thing
we know about rupert

Is that he'd rather
confess to a murder

Than suffer
embarrassment.

Sons of newsome-mimico,

I am your king,
rupert the first.

The canadians are coming.

They will outnumber us.

They will be armed.

And, most likely,

They will
slaughter us all.

But I stand before you
today to tell you

They may take our riches.

They may take our country.

They may take
your lives.

But they will never
take our freedom!

Mr. Newsome, you are not
going to war with canada.

Because you didn't actually
kill anyone, did you?

Of course I did.

I've already
explained that.

If you are the killer
of your own best friend,

Why did you call in
detectives from outside

Your little fiefdom here
to solve the murder?

And why did you begin
to poison your wife

At least one week prior
to learning of the affair?

Yes.
We already know of the affair.

Everyone will learn of it.

Can whatever you're hiding
be that much worse?

You have no idea.

It's much, much,
much worse.

You see...

There was no affair.

Wh--what on earth are
you talking about?

The note that dickie wrote
to me, with the colours.

It is not about our
friendship at all.

It isn't?
Well, what did it say?

It says,
"I put the letters in the study.

Now you can expose
the fake love affair."

Why would you fake
a love affair

Between your wife
and your best friend?

I wanted an excuse
to leave her.

In a dignified manner.

All while making it
your wife's fault.

Precisely.
You understand.

No, I don't believe I do.

Please. Detectives.

Lucinda cannot
find out about this.

Do not proceed with
this investigation.

I beg of you.

Hang me and be done with it.

What did you find?

Roderick h. Roderick is being
paid by the government

Of new south mimico

In at least a dozen
different positions.

Legal advice...
Departmental oversight...

Currency advisor.

He's paying himself
thousands a week.

He's fleecing
these idiots.

Well, perhaps he just
does a lot of work?

Ah, "exotic fruit
procurement"?

Well, that's ridiculous.
Anyone can procure fruit.

You just ask the servants.

What are you doing?
You can't be here.

I beg your pardon?
Have you forgotten my title?

No, your ladyship.

You're behind all of this,
aren't you, roderick?

You've been stealing from
the newsomes in the form

Of all these payments.

I beg your pardon.

Perhaps dickie fanshaw
found out.

He's the one who keeps
all these records.

Maybe you killed
him to silence him?

Mr. Newsome
wanted a country.

I helped him achieve
this unprecedented feat

And, yes, was compensated
generously.

No matter how
delighted you might be

To find me guilty of murder,

I think you know
in your heart I'm not.

Perhaps this wasn't
mr. Fanshaw's secret, then.

Secret?

Yes.

Well, apparently he was
considering divulging

Some sort of secret just
before he was killed.

You know...

There was something
he referred to last week.

He was finishing
the portfolios

On all the members
of the royal family.

He had just discovered something
down at the courthouse.

What?

All he said was

It was a threat
to the monarchy.

Murdoch:
A threat to the monarchy?

That was
mr. Fanshaw's secret?

Well, I can't be certain, sir,
but it seems a possibility.

What could he have come
across at the courthouse?

-Property records, maybe?
-[whistling]

Wouldn't be the first
time the newsomes learned

They were paupers.

Sirs, that tune?

Oh, yes.

Apparently, mr. Fanshaw
was whistling that

Shortly before he died.

Well, that's no tune, sirs.

That's a message.

Solresol.

Sol-what?

Uh, the official language
of new south mimico.

Ah, ah, rupert!

Whistle that tune again!

Whistle what?
Was I whistling? Ugh.

Yes! That tune!

The one dickie
was whistling.

Oh, ah... Yes. Right.

Um... Mm...

Uh.

Oh, yeah.

[whistles]

Wait, wait, wait.

♪ do-do-re-mi-fa. ♪

♪ do-fa. ♪

[whistles]

♪ fa-fa-so-la-la-so. ♪

[whistles]

♪ fa si-mi. ♪

[whistles]

♪ si-re-mi-mi. ♪

Sirs! It is a message!

"he never divorced
the physicist."

The physicist?

What bloody physicist?

I don't know
any physicist.

Ah, rupert, is it possible
you were mistaken

About the last note?

I-I mean, could it be...

♪ so-re-mi-sol? ♪

And what would that mean?

"he never divorced
the queen."

-Oh.
-Ah, no, no, no. Definitely not.

So, who's this physicist?

No, no.
There is no physicist.

He was sending you
a message about your wife.

Now, unless she has
another ex-husband,

I believe he was
trying to tell you

That mr. Van doren
never divorced lucinda.

Brackenreid: He could have found
that out from the courthouse,

Which means your
marriage to your wife

Never happened, newsome.

You don't say?

Well, that's why courtney
was trying to poison lucinda.

With her dead, this entire
estate would become his.

That would certainly be
a threat to the monarchy.

What's does one rich toff
want with another fortune?

Oh, I might know.

What is it, henry?

Well, I've been
manning the border

And turning away undesirables
for the last week or two.

There have been more than
a few debt collectors

Looking for courtney.

And you never thought
to mention this?

Of course not.
It's rude to talk about money.

Then courtney van doren
is broke

And tried to kill
lucinda for her money.

Dickie fanshaw
found out...

He then tried to warn rupert,
but rupert didn't understand.

Unfortunately,
mr. Van doren did.

So, he had to kill dickie.

Let's go and get
the little bugger.

Sirs?

Wasn't
mrs. Helmsworthy-newsome

Just sitting right there?

[distant screaming]

Ah, you go that way.

Oh!

He fell.

These trousers
were from antwerp.

I suppose
I'm under arrest.

The national borders
will be redrafted on Monday,

With all mention
of new south mimico excised.

I'm sorry your dream won't
be coming true.

Well, to be perfectly honest, it
was becoming a little stressful

Being a monarch.

I'm much more heartbroken
that, tragically, sadly,

Our marriage seems never
to have existed at all.

I don't understand it.
I signed the divorce papers.

He never filed them.

Must have been planning to
come after my money all along.

Yes. What a horrible man.

Well, I suppose
I shall pack my things.

Oh!

You don't mind if I make use
of the lake house for a time,

Do you, dear?

Oh, you needn't worry, rupert.
I've taken care of it.

I beg your pardon?

Effie:
Roderick and I spoke to a judge.

He'll validate
the un-filed divorce papers

And ensure that your
current marriage stands.

Oh, thank heavens!

How wonderful.
Thank you, effie.

I do have one
question, though.

Why would dickie want to pretend
we were having an affair?

Oh!

It was likely one of
his hilarious jokes.

What's the joke?

I'm not sure, but I think,
out of respect for the dead,

We'd best never
speak of it again.

As in many cases,
some questions

Never come to be answered.

And that whole business
with the, um...

Scimitar in
courtney's leg.

No, uh, charges to
be laid there, huh?

No.

Given that
mrs. Helmsworthy-newsome

Was likely acting under
influence of poisoning,

The constabulary
will look upon it

As a self-inflicted wound.

Right.

Everything's back
to normal then.

Aren't we so wonderfully
lucky, perty?

Yes, dear.

Shall we have a tussle?

Yes, dear.

[groaning]

Okay. Oh, that's good.

I've been thinking about
the idea of building a nation

Around science
and universal truths.

Have you, now?

A country whose every
citizen would commit

All of their resources
toward progressive,

Technological innovation.

The result would
be a nation

Where everyone would
have enough wealth

That his or her every
need would be met.

Is productivity
your first concern

When building
a new society?

Productivity that leads
to greater social good.

Such a nation would require
impressive leadership.

William murdoch,
you fancy yourself a king,

Don't you?

What? I nev--

You called rupert newsome
mad, but, secretly,

You'd love to rule
your own country.

King william
the first of murdochonia.

Doesn't have
a bad ring to it.

And, as king, I will be free
to choose whomever I wish

To be my queen.

Oh, well, yes, I would
quite like to be queen.

I'll think about it.

[scoffs]

♪ ♪