All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S03E07 - Blood and Circuses (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

Police Station Four.

I'm sorry, madam.

You will have to slow down.

I can't understand you.

Am I hearing you correctly?

A what?

Detective.

Detective, you're going to --

Police Station Four.

Yes, madam, we are aware
of the situation.

What situation?

George, Henry,
what on earth has happened?

Sir, we were walking
down Sumach Street

when we heard the screams.

Coming from the direction
of the circus, sir.

Yes, sir.

People were running, screaming,
tripping all over themselves.

A tiger got
out of its cage, sir.

Yes, sir. A huge Bengal
with massive claws.

Higgins tackled it.

It was going after an old man.

It slashed his arm.

I hit it with my truncheon.
It barely noticed.

That's when one of the circus
hands shot him dead, sir.

My goodness.
Was anyone seriously hurt?

The tiger's tamer, sir.

A Miss Kitty Walker.
She was killed, I'm afraid.

I ordered her remains taken
to the morgue,

along with the tiger.

Good thinking, George.
Come with me.

Let's pay a visit
to this circus, shall we?

Oh, I don't understand this.

Where are they?

Sir, it was right here.

There was great tents and all.

They've obviously packed up
and left.

And in a hurry.

If it was just a terrible
accident, why flee the scene?

Why, indeed?

Find them, George,
and arrest them.

All of them.

Any messages?

Murdoch!

I had no choice, sir.

None of them
have fixed addresses,

and they've all demonstrated
a tendency to flee.

So you've arrested them all

because a lion tamer
got careless?

I haven't charged anyone yet.

But we need them in custody

so I can determine
what happened.

Can't they be kept in the cells?

It hardly seems fair
to incarcerate them, sir.

Most of them are upstairs
in the lunchroom.

Just keep them away from me,
Murdoch.

Who's in charge of this rabble,
anyway?

It was horrible.

I went backstage to fetch Kitty.

Her act was up next.

And that's how I found her.

Half eaten.

What was she doing
inside the tiger's cage?

She used to sit with Saber
before each show.

It was a ritual
the two of them had.

She said it calmed him.

But this time,
the animal attacked her.

I did what I could.

I opened the cage door

and tried to force Saber back
with a broom.

And that's when
the tiger escaped?

You know the rest.

What I know, Mr. Barnett,
is that you tried to flee town

while one of your performers
lay dead.

And I feel awful about that.

But I've learned that locals
can react rather unfairly

when things go amiss.

This type of occurrence
happen often

in Barnett's
Royal Traveling Circus?

Not at all.

There was an unfortunate
incident with a dancing bear

and we had a little bad luck
with the fire breather,

but everyone got out in time.

It's not as though these things
are the end of the world.

No.

But it was for Miss Walker.

As you can see,

the tiger wasn't content
with killing Miss Walker.

It had begun to devour parts of
her neck and abdomen, as well.

Perhaps she had mistreated it?

Someone did.

I checked the tiger's
digestive tract

and except for the stomach,

which was rather full,
of course,

it was entirely empty.

The tiger had been starved?

For several days at least.

Which makes me wonder

whether this was
a random animal attack...

Or if it was engineered.

George.

Where is the tiger's cage?

Sir, we brought it
into the police stables.

Ah.
Good thinking.

Find out who was responsible
for feeding the tiger

and meet me there.

Yes, sir.

Who fed the tiger?

Saber ate three times a day.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

And you kept to this schedule?

Of course.
It's my job. Why?

Mr. Selby,
the tiger had been starved.

For several days or more.

That's impossible.

He ate everything I gave him.

Can you show me
how the tiger was fed, please?

Well, I open this door
at the bottom.

Slide in a plate of meat.

Usually chicken, beef, bones.

Like so.

And did you watch the tiger
eat his food?

Well, no.
I had other animals to feed.

But the plate was always empty
when I came back.

So, someone could have taken
the food away, then.

I don't see how, Detective.

If a hand came between Saber
and his food,

guaranteed that hand
would be a goner.

How remarkable, sir.

A cat so large it needs
a heavy link chain as a leash.

It's a safety precaution.

You don't want the tiger off his
leash when you open that door.

And yet Saber ran off.

Sir, look here.

If the chain was cinched
with this shackle...

...there would be no way...

For the tiger to reach his food.

You're right, George.

I don't understand.

That choker's supposed to reach
all the way to the end.

So someone could have

pulled the chain
through the bars like so,

and installed this shackle
every day before feeding time,

and then returned
to remove the shackle

before Miss Walker came

to collect Saber
for the performances.

Even so, sir, how would
the tiger have gotten free

of this choker?

Miss Walker must have done that.

She would have been just as
surprised to find it shortened

as we are.

Who had access to this cage?

Anyone who wanted it, I suppose.

Gentlemen, down the hatch.

He's not going to swallow that.

Starved?

Yes, the cinching of the chain

made it impossible
for the animal to eat.

So maybe someone
didn't like the tiger.

It's not necessarily
a deliberate act of murder.

But we can't ignore
the possibility.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.

Oh, no, here it comes.

Excuse me.

Enough!

This is a police station,
not a bloody circus.

Mitchell, who's minding the desk

while you're stood there
catching flies?

Back to work, the lot of you.

You've got 24 hours.

That may not be long enough.

Habeas corpus, Murdoch.

I don't want these people around
any longer

than what's permitted by law.

Yes, sir.

George,
I'd like you and Higgins to --

Someone get this bloody monkey
out of my office!

Interview all of
these circus folk.

See if you can get a sense
of who may have had issues

with Miss Walker.

What do you mean
Kitty may have been murdered?

Let's not play games,
Mr. Barnett.

There was a reason you packed up
the circus and left town.

But I already told you.

How would you characterize your
relationship with Miss Walker?

Very friendly.

She was a lovely girl.

Always smiling.

Yet you left her body behind.

I had no choice.

Didn't you think
to make arrangements?

Contact her family?

It takes a very cold man
to do that.

So cold, in fact,
it makes me suspect

you had something to do
with her death.

Now, wait just a minute here.

If you think I'd harm her,
you've got this all wrong.

For a normal,
Kitty was a star attraction.

For a normal?

Like you and me.

As opposed to a freak.

Freaks bring in more money,
usually.

Who, then,
may have wanted her dead?

Mr. Barnett.

None of you are leaving here
until I get some answers.

Ask Ivy.
She was Kitty's best friend.

If anyone knows anything,
it would be her.

You are staring, Detective.

Miss...

Ivy.

Just Ivy.

Very well, Miss Ivy.

You can stare if you want.

I don't mind.
It's how I make my living.

It grows all over my body.

Had it since I was born.

Payment for my mama's sins.

How do you mean?

Let's just say she ate supper
before she said grace.

You were conceived
out of wedlock?

In a patch of poison ivy
in Ivy Point, Georgia.

Mama says the poison
must have seeped into her womb.

I see, Miss Ivy.

I'm less interested
in your skin condition

than I am with your friendship
with Miss Walker.

I'm told the two of you
were close friends.

It's a circus,
Detective Murdoch.

The friendships
are fleeting and eternal.

But, yes,
I was closest with Kitty.

Then perhaps you can tell me

why someone
would want to kill her.

Kill her?

Nobody wanted to kill Kitty.

Saber just went wild.

We have reason to believe
otherwise.

Miss Ivy.

I'm not saying he did it,

but she had frequent words
with her fiance.

I was concerned for her.

And his name?

Count Leoline.

Of course we fought.

We fought like we loved,
Detective.

With passion.

With intensity.

With ardor.

Your ardor is your business.

What concerns me, Mr. Leoline,
is your anger.

Please address me by my title.

I am a count.

Ah.

Well, Count,

your tempestuous relationship
leads me to suspect

that you plotted to kill
your fiancée.

On my word, sir.

I may look like a beast,
but I am a gentleman.

I've lost my love
to a terrible tragedy.

Can you not see
that I am grieving?

That doesn't change the fact
that someone starved that tiger

with the intention
of killing Miss Walker.

I don't believe what you say
is true.

Everyone loved Kitty.

My God,

if she was murdered,
it was an attack on me.

You?

People are jealous of me.

My noble birth,
my superior bearing.

Especially Jake the Magician.

And why is that?

Before I won her heart,
Jake and Kitty were lovers.

We fought over her affections --
literally.

I defeated him easily,
of course.

He always hated me for that.

Higgins and I once competed
in a three-legged race,

so I think we have
a good idea of --

Sir, we've almost finished
our interviews.

Yes, I can see that.

Any hint of a motive
for killing Miss Walker, George?

Uh, no, sir.
Not really.

Any luck with you?

Each seems to be pointing
the finger at the other.

Speaking of which, I'll need to
talk with Jake the Magician.

He's in the booking area
with Sergeant Burke.

Seems to be quite the life,
doesn't it, sir?

Behold your card!

Did you ever dream about joining
the circus as a boy?

No, I didn't, George.

I did.

It's because
I'm an adventure seeker.

Which is why I became a cop,
apparently.

At least that's what
Lady Minerva said.

Lady Minerva.

She's the Gypsy fortune-teller.

I highly doubt she's
a true fortune-teller, George.

Oh, sir, I believe she is.

She knew I was a foundling.

And she wasn't guessing.
It was there in the cards.

Did she have anything relevant
to say about the case?

She believes
the tiger is innocent.

All animals are innocent,
George.

Humans excepted.

Hello?

It was the last thing
I expected.

But as I was examining the bite
wound on Miss Walker's neck,

I found remnants of an incision.

An incision?

On a very shallow angle,
right through to the spine.

Have a look.

Mm.

A small section
of the fourth vertebra

has been chipped off.

Perhaps by the tiger's claws
or teeth?

No.

The cut was linear and thin.

I'm certain it was made
by a knife.

You were right, William.

Kitty Walker was murdered.

And by someone
who was well aware

that in the moments following,

Miss Walker would be devoured.

She was stabbed in the throat?

Yes, sir.

And the tiger's bites
on Kitty Walker's neck

would have erased any sign
of the original wound.

So that's why
the tiger attacked.

Miss Walker was dead
and bleeding,

and the tiger was starving.

Yes, sir.

In you get, George.

It's a clever way
to kill someone, really.

I mean, to have the knife wound
obscured by a tiger bite.

Yes. And if not
for Dr. Ogden's persistence,

it would have been
the perfect crime.

Now, Miss Walker would have
likely been sitting down here

with the tiger, George.

Given the location of the wound,

the killer struck from behind,
like this.

Well, this changes everything,
Murdoch.

You have a place and a time now.

Yes.

Which means the killer
was likely backstage

shortly before Mr. Barnett
happened upon the scene.

Reinterview all of them.

I want to know where they were
when she was killed.

I want alibis.

Yes, sir. George,
please get started on that.

- Yes, sir.
- And you, Murdoch?

I going to find out
how a Gypsy fortune-teller

came to know that the tiger
didn't kill Miss Walker.

I only know
what the cards tell me.

Begging your pardon,
but cards don't speak.

They're made in a printing shop.

Do you believe in God,
Detective?

Of course.

God spoke to Moses through
a burning bush, did he not?

What of it?

If God spoke to Moses
through a burning bush,

why shouldn't he speak
through cards?

Are you so arrogant as to assume
you know the ways of God?

No.

I just don't think
God speaks through you.

But I believe that you know
something about what happened.

You have
a great deal of knowledge.

This is a source of pride
to you.

You take comfort in logic...

...except when it conflicts
with your religious beliefs.

I'm familiar
with this parlor game.

Speak in flattering
generalities, avoid specifics.

You love a woman.

She's your match in every way.

And, oh, dear,

she doesn't appear to be
in your future.

I'm not here to have
my fortune told, Lady Minerva.

I just want to know
what happened today.

I only know
what the cards tells me.

Then perhaps the cards
can answer a question.

Of course.

Who is responsible
for Kitty Walker's death?

Turn it over.

Kitty Walker was murdered.

So I hear.

Doesn't that bother you, Jake?

Weren't you and Kitty lovers?

Used to be.
What of it?

You were jilted.

Defeated in a physical contest
for her affections,

were you not?

Did Leo tell you that?

I was drunk,

and it wasn't a contest
over her affections.

I told him
he treated Kitty badly.

So you weren't
the least bit angry

that she chose Count Leoline
over you?

I was wounded.
I don't deny it.

Discarded in favor
of that freak of nature.

But that was six months ago.

I learned to accept it.

Where were you
at the time Kitty was killed?

I was with Ivy.

What were you doing?

Let's just say
we were intertwined.

Gentlemen.

Sir, Mr. Barnett
was just explaining the layout

of the circus.

We have a central ring here
in the big tent.

All the acts in waiting must be
in the backstage tent

a quarter hour
before their performance.

Who was backstage
with Miss Walker?

No one.

She was the final performer
of the night.

Who was the last person
to see her alive, then?

Sir, we believe that was
Bob Selby, the animal feeder.

I heard Leo arguing with Kitty,

and I had Selby poke his head in
to see if she was all right.

But Leo had already left.

And she was still alive
at this time?

She was just climbing
into Saber's cage.

And how long after that
did you discover her dead?

Maybe five minutes.

And where were you
during this time period?

As I've told your constable
twice now,

I was sidestage the whole time.

Very well.
Thank you.

That will be all, Mr. Barnett.

George, were you able to
determine everyone's whereabouts

during this time?

Not quite, sir.

Oh.
What of Count Leoline?

Interesting you should ask, sir.

He claims
that he was with Miss Ivy,

but she confirms she was
with Jake the Magician.

George, I'd like you and Higgins
to dig up everything you can

on this alleged count.

Sir.

I never said I was with her.

I said she was my alibi.

And the distinction would be...

Kitty and I had just had
a terrible fight,

and I'd gone for a walk.

As I passed by Ivy's caravan,

she was standing on the steps
smoking a cigarette.

We shared a look.

She watched me as I went down
the path to the river.

How do you know Ivy watched you?

I could feel her eyes on me.

It's true I do enjoy
an occasional cigarette,

but everyone knows that.

Leo, however,
did not pass by as he claims.

You're certain?

I could hear them arguing.

It was hard to ignore.

But by the time they'd stopped,
I'd gone back inside.

For a romantic interlude
with Jake the Magician.

Did Jake tell you that?

The man has no discretion.

Yes, I was with Jake.

You were Miss Walker's friend.

Was there something
in particular

that she and Count Leoline
were fighting about?

Lately?
It was her money.

Her money?

Her wealthy uncle died
a few months back.

There was a sizable inheritance
coming to Kitty

as soon as the lawyers finalized
the papers.

Leo had grand plans for it.

I see.

Anyway, Leo never came by
that day.

He's lying.

She's lying.

- Why would she lie?
- I don't know.

Perhaps she's jealous.

Is everyone jealous of you?

She once tried to seduce me.

Really?
When was that?

Six months ago.

I made it clear
I wasn't interested.

Maybe she killed Kitty.

So you're saying that Ivy
was so wounded by your rejection

that she befriended your fiancee
for the next six months

all in an attempt to kill her
and frame you for the murder?

You may find this hard
to believe, Detective,

but women find me irresistible.

My savage exterior, I suppose.

At my last circus, a woman
even tried to kill herself

because I refused her.

See?
She just waved at you.

Higgins,
they're conjoined twins, man.

So?
I think Daisy's sweet on me.

And I'm left-handed.

I don't see a future in it,
Higgins.

Sir.

What have you learned, George?

Sir, Count Leoline
is indeed a count,

but these days, that doesn't
count for much, it would seem.

His family lost their holdings
in the Franco-Prussian War.

As a result,
they were left with title

but no wealth worth speaking of.

In fact, Mr. Barnett tells me

Leo's mother placed him
in the circus

just to make ends meet.

You filthy bastard!

I hope you hang!

You are a shameful man!

How dare you touch me, woman?!

So, if he had no money
and Miss Kitty had the money,

then why kill her
before the two were married?

He didn't.

Count Leoline and Kitty Walker
were married two weeks ago

in Niagara Falls.

I found that in his caravan.

Yes, we were married.

What of it?

Why keep it a secret?

It was what Kitty wanted.

She had told her family
about me,

but they didn't know who
or what I was.

So the fact that Kitty
was set to inherit --

The money?

You think I killed her
for the money?

I'd accept any alternate reason.

That money was for us.

We were going to start
our own circus.

Take the best of Barnett's
with us.

Normals and freaks alike.

And did she share your vision?

Or is that why you fought?

Is that why you plotted
to kill your fiancée?

I've endured enough from you!

To stand accused like this
is simply unbearable.

I would have given my life
for hers!

Well, Count,
you may yet get that chance.

Sir, I hate to bother you,

but Lady Minerva is making
some startling predictions.

George, I'm not interested
in the prognostications

of some Gypsy fortune-teller.

Sir, I think you'll want to hear
these prognostications.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Such ominous cards.

Yes, I'm sure
they're extremely ominous.

The Devil card --
destroyer of peace.

The Judgment card --
disappointment, fear, failure.

The Death card --

unexpected destruction
and change.

Lady Minerva, is there something
specific you want to tell me?

Someone is going to die tonight.

Someone at this station.

You don't believe her, do you?

I don't believe in tarot cards,

but I do think
this woman knows something.

In this instance,
she may be aware of a plot

but unwilling
to implicate herself.

And this is her way
of warning us?

- Mm.
- Right.

- Crabtree.
- Sir.

I want all these people checked
for weapons.

And keep them in the cells
overnight.

Let's keep them
under surveillance

until we figure this out.

Oh, and, George, sequester
Leoline in his own cell.

Sir.

So, Count Hairy Gob's
your suspect, then?

He had motive
and gave a false alibi.

Good.

I'll be glad to see
the back of this lot.

"Royal" circus.

Sir, you have a monkey
on your desk.

She's called Athena.

She's a cheeky monkey,

but she seems to have taken
a bit of a shine to me.

Oh.

Athena.

Leoline!

Ah, sir.

We've left the scene
exactly as we found it.

It appears he was stabbed,
William.

But he was isolated
in a locked cell all night.

It's impossible.

Nevertheless,
approximately two hours ago,

the impossible happened.

The guard didn't fall asleep?

Not even once?

He swears on his job
that he didn't.

And even if he took a privy
break, I don't understand it.

The cell was locked.

- How could this happen?
- I don't know, sir.

I'll have the results
of Dr. Ogden's postmortem soon,

but I'm fairly certain
he died of the knife wound.

That's another thing
I still don't understand.

Where did the killer get
the knife from?

Where is it now?

We're searching the cells

as well as all of
the circus members.

I've relocated them
to the stables.

Under guard, of course.

I want this search done properly
this time.

Bring a matron in for the women.

All right.

Nobody commits murder in my jail
cells and gets away with it.

Understand? Huh?

Count Leoline was definitely
stabbed with a knife.

Once. Through the larynx
and carotid artery.

Death was instant?

Within seconds, I should think.

And with the larynx pierced,

he wouldn't have been able to
cry out to alert anyone.

That would explain
why the constable on duty

never heard a thing.

It's a fascinating condition,
isn't it?

Hypertrichosis, I believe.

Yes, that's right.

Imagine having your life defined
by a random genetic mutation.

It certainly didn't impede
his ability

to attract a beautiful woman
like Kitty Walker.

Oh, I can understand that.

He's very handsome.

In spite of or perhaps
because of his condition.

Yes, well, is there
anything else you can tell me?

Just one more thing.

The knife went in
at an unusual angle.

Very shallow,
almost parallel to the ground.

Sir, we've checked
every mattress.

Every nook and cranny.

The drains?

Searched with a mirror, sir.

There's no knife to be found.

Then it must be hidden
on one of the prisoners.

George, how did this happen?

How did a man locked alone
inside of a cell

get stabbed to death?

I suppose...

I suppose the killer was in
one of the adjoining cells.

It's much too far to reach.

I suppose if Count Leoline

was unsuspecting
of his attacker,

he could have been lured
to the bars.

In that scenario, the knife
angle could have been correct.

So, that's it, then.

I don't think so, George.

You've just been stabbed
in the carotid artery.

You have seconds to live.
What do you do?

Bleed.
Panic.

Flail around a bit, I suppose.

But there's no blood
on the bars, George.

And are you going to take the
time to return to your bunk

and tuck yourself in?

No, I suppose not.

No.

He was definitely lying here
when he was killed.

So someone must have broken in.

How?

It would have taken
far too long.

And the constable on duty
never left his post.

Hmm.

What are you thinking, sir?

George, I'm going to need
a length of string.

Sir, somebody threw the knife?

That's right, George.

Lower the string a bit.

Sir, that means they
would have had to aim the knife

through all these cell bars.

Yes.
Even lower, still.

- Sir, the accuracy required --
- That's perfect.

Hold the string right there,
George.

So, someone could have thrown
the knife from within that cell

or perhaps the one
where you are.

That would explain
the angle of entry.

Yes, but it would be
a one-chance throw.

And who among our guests
has the skill to pull that off?

And, sir, how would
they retrieve the knife?

Sir, in the first cell, we had
Jake the Magician, Bob Selby,

the giant, the juggler,
and the contortionist.

In the second cell,
Count Leoline, sequestered.

In the third cell,
the clown, the cowboy,

Pierre Barnett,
and another circus hand.

And in the corner cell,

we had Miss Ivy, Lady Minerva,

the twins, the Romanovs, the
midget, and the Indian girl.

Sir, we've searched
every prisoner.

No knife.

Right.

Gentlemen, find out
if anyone had a grudge

against Count Leoline.

- Sir.
- Sir.

You are aware
that no knife was found.

Yet a knife was used.

Then where is it?

And how,
if a person threw the knife,

could they retrieve it
from a locked cell?

I believe a string
was tied to the knife, sir.

Bloody hell.

String.
Did we even find any string?

No.

So, what's next?

In the absence
of a murder weapon,

we'll have to rely strongly
on motive.

So the person who killed Kitty

could also have murdered
Count Leo?

Possibly.

But if Count Leoline
was the chief suspect

in Miss Walker's murder,

then perhaps his murder
was the result of revenge

on Miss Walker's behalf.

Who wanted revenge?

I have a theory on that, sir.

I was hoping you would.

How are you
at throwing knives, Miss Ivy?

Me?

Oh, Detective, really?

Kitty Walker
was your closest friend.

Count Leoline
was the chief suspect.

And if he'd done it,
he would have hung for it.

Not necessarily.

The evidence was circumstantial.

And I saw you strike
Count Leoline yesterday.

Well, I thought he killed
my friend.

You're telling me you had
no desire to seek revenge

for your best friend's murder.

No.
That would be a lie.

But the truth is I've never
thrown a knife in my whole life.

Do you believe her?

For now.

But I can't think of anyone else
who would have wanted revenge

for Kitty Walker's murder.

Then perhaps this has nothing
to do with Kitty's revenge,

which puts us back
to one killer.

Who would want them both dead?

You think I killed them?

Sit down, Mr. Barnett.

Did you know that Leoline
and Miss Walker

were planning
to leave your circus

and planning to take
the best performers with them?

Yes.

I heard the rumors.

They were deluding themselves.

Oh?
How so?

There are half a dozen
traveling circuses

on the Great Lakes circuit.

This is a very tough business.

They wouldn't have stood
a chance.

They could have tried.

They did try.

Nobody would go with them.

They didn't mind Kitty,
but Leo...

The freaks resented
his pretensions,

and the normals...

Let's just say the normals

wouldn't like working
for any freak,

let alone Leo.

And why is that?

They resent them.

The freaks make more money,
and they have no talent.

The normals feel superior
to the freaks, and Leo...

he felt superior to everybody.

They had to fire him
from his last circus

because their best performers
would not work with him.

Imagine how they'd feel
about working for him.

What have you, George?

Sir, we interviewed
all the prisoners again,

and while everybody seemed to
dislike Count Leoline,

no one confessed a grudge
strong enough to kill him.

Most just found him annoying.

Did anyone have any insights
into this murder?

Sir, Lady Minerva
seemed to think

it had something to do
with love.

Did she, now?

It wasn't love.

The Lovers card was reversed.

What happened here grew
from the dark side of love.

What else do the cards tell you,
Lady Minerva?

How strange.

These are the same cards
I drew last night.

It's happening again.

You son of a bitch!

Is that the best you can do?

Ohh!

Oi! Oi!

That's enough!
That's enough!

Come on! Come on!

- What's going on?
- He made a joke about Kitty.

Not yet in her grave.

Hateful bastard!

Sir!

What's going on?

He's dead, sir.

It was just a gut punch,
I swear.

Jake the Magician
was stabbed to death.

I beg your pardon?

There wasn't a scratch on him.

That's because he was stabbed
from the inside.

I found this switchblade
in his stomach.

The punch must have triggered
the spring.

Jake had it in his stomach
the whole time?

I believe Jake
regurgitated the knife.

It was used to kill
Count Leoline,

and then he swallowed it again.

So, that's the killer, then?

- I don't think so.
- How's that?

Jake was in the cell
to the left of Count Leoline.

He couldn't have thrown
the knife.

I believe a second party
was involved.

The knife thrower.

And you're hoping to find
that person's fingermarks.

Hoping.

If the stomach acids didn't
degrade them completely.

Hmm.

There.
Have a look, sir.

It's a fingermark.

Yes.

On the part of the blade
that folds into the casing.

The stomach acids
must not have reached it.

It's a very small fingermark.

Yes.

Bloody hell, don't tell me
the midget did it.

Sir, I don't think
this fingermark is human.

Ah, no.

Well?

It's a match, sir.

Of course it's a match.

Who else could it belong to?

Did the monkey do it, then?

I don't believe so, sir.

The thumbprint is on the hilt
of the knife,

as if the monkey
was pulling it out.

Yes.
That makes sense.

I believe Jake regurgitated
the knife,

handed it to Athena,

who then brought it
to someone else.

And that person threw it,
killing Count Leo.

Athena then retrieved the knife,
brought it back to Jake,

who folded it,
and swallowed it anew.

Bloody genius.

Were it not
for an unfortunate punch,

we may have never learned
the truth.

We still don't have
the whole story, Murdoch.

Who actually threw the knife?

Ah, Doctor.
What have you?

I compared Miss Walker's wound
with Count Leoline's,

and I'm certain the same knife
was used in both crimes.

I expected as much.

So Jake killed Kitty, then.

Possibly.

Although he did have an alibi.

Miss Ivy claims he was with her
at the time.

No, I said he was with me
when Saber escaped.

So you believe Jake had time
to kill Miss Walker?

Indeed, I do.

Why not simply tell me this
before?

I suppose I was resistant
to the notion

that my lover could be
a murderer.

Ah.

Well, then,
you'll be relieved to know

that there is no way Jake could
have killed Count Leoline.

But I thought...

You said Jake was carrying
a knife in his gullet.

Yes, he was.

But the knife was thrown
from one of the cells

the other side of Count Leoline.

Perhaps the cell you were in.

So now you think I killed
my best friend and her fiancé?

Count Leoline told me
that he had rejected you

in favor of Miss Walker.

My God, that man thought highly
of himself.

I attempted once to seduce him.

I'd just arrived at the circus.

I didn't even know
he was engaged.

At my last circus, a woman
even tried to kill herself

because I refused her.

Where did you get these scars?

None of your business.

Miss Ivy,

what circus were you at
prior to this one?

I believe I am done talking,
sir.

I'm afraid I can't
tell you very much about Ivy.

She just showed up one day.

Told me the story of her mama
and the poison ivy.

She's a beguiling one.

I hired her on the spot.

How did she get those scars?

I would guess she had someone
do them for her.

It would have been very painful.

Every vein of every leaf

would have to be cut in
with a razor.

But what about the scars
on her wrists?

I don't know how she got those.

She never told me.

I don't believe
she ever told anyone.

You mentioned before

that Count Leoline was fired
from his last circus.

Do you recall
which one that was?

The Ringling Brothers,
I believe.

Why?

Sir!

The Ringling Brothers
have never had any performer

by Ivy's name or description.

What about Count Leoline?

Yes. He worked with them
until last year.

He was fired for being
difficult, apparently.

No surprise there.

The Ringling Brothers Circus
came through town

a couple of years ago,
did it not?

Yes, sir, it did.
I took my aunt.

It was a splendid show.

Although, the elephant did
choose an unfortunate time to...

Thank you, George.

Contact the Toronto Telegraph.

See if they have any photographs

of the Ringling Brothers Circus
on file.

Yes, sir.

Have you saved the best
for last again?

They also had in their employ
a Gypsy fortune-teller

by the name of Lady Minerva.

Very good, George.

Forget the cards, Lady Minerva.

I'm not interested in my future.

What I want to know about
is your past.

I'm afraid my memory
isn't very good.

Does it extend as far back
as the Ringling Brothers Circus

by chance?

I have some hazy recollections.

Was Count Leoline there?

Why ask what you already know?

Was Ivy there?

Ivy wasn't.

Who was there, then?

Pick one.

Queen of Swords.

What does this mean?

Nothing.

Unless you look past
what your eyes can see.

Sir.
A package from the Telegraph.

Archived photographs
of the Ringling Brothers.

Thank you, George.

Sir, I spoke
with a tarot card reader.

Apparently, the Queen of Swords
is from the Minor Arcana

and represents
the masculine and feminine

at some sort of conflict with
each other or some such thing.

I didn't entirely understand.

I don't think Lady Minerva

meant for us to understand
the card, George.

How's that, sir?

She meant for us
to take it literally.

Where did you get this?

It was taken the last time
the Ringling Brothers Circus

came through town.

I remember.

I'd just met Leo.

I look happy, don't I?

I was a pretty girl.

Just Liz from Calgary back then.

You were in love with him,
weren't you?

He was magnificent.

Such confidence and power.

I melted in his arms.

Melted away.

I would have given my life
to him,

but he wouldn't have me.

He said he was a freak
and I was a normal.

I felt like I...

...died right then.

I couldn't throw anymore.

My hands shook.

Is that when you decided
to take your own life?

When my wrists healed,
they left scars.

That gave me my idea.

To scar yourself as Ivy.

If I made myself into a freak,
then we could be together.

So I cut my beauty away.

And joined Barnett's Circus
so you could be with Leoline.

I tried to seduce him.

Did you know he didn't even
recognize me?

When I found out he was engaged
to a normal...

That's when you decided
to kill them both?

That's when I decided
to kill her.

And what was Jake's part?

He swallowed the knife,
gave me an alibi.

He loved me.

But you wanted Leoline.

I offered myself to him again
yesterday.

I told him I'd tell the truth --

that I saw him pass by
my caravan --

if he would have me.

He said he'd rather hang.

That's when
I decided to kill him.

Was it worth it

to give up everything
for this man?

Your beauty?

Your identity?

Your life?

I had to try.

Wouldn't you give up everything
for the love of your life,

Detective?

Oh, cheer up, Murdoch.
You've solved your murder.

The rules of habeas corpus
remain unbreached,

and we finally get to kick
this lot out

without having to
feed them supper.

I understand, sir.

But two people are dead
and one will likely hang

because of love.

Hmm.

It's not all sunshine and roses,
is it?

Inspector, I'm sorry to tell you

that Athena
will be coming with us.

You finally get to flee,
do you, Barnett?

They say the show must go on,

but after what's happened,
I don't know how it can.

I'm sure you'll find a way.

And you, Athena, be a good girl

and none of this abetting
in the murder business.

What will happen to her?
What if the circus shuts?

Do you want me to send you
a telegram

once we know either way?

Don't be silly.

Perhaps a postcard.

Au revoir.

What are you smiling at, George?

Oh, just something Lady Minerva
told me, about my future.

Oh?
Do tell.

Oh, I couldn't possibly, sir.

If I told you, I would curse it,
and if I did that, well...

Ah, Detective.

Would you like another reading?

Oh, I don't think so,
Lady Minerva.

Your last one predicted
a lovelorn future.

The future is never fixed.

Come.
Have a seat.

So, what would you like to know?

Well, I suppose, if the woman
I love will be in my future.

Yes.

The woman you love
will be in your future.

But you will have to make
a very great sacrifice.

What kind of sacrifice?

I don't know.

But you will...

when the time comes.