All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S05E07 - Stroll on the Wild Side (1) (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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[suspenseful music]

♪♪

Ladies and gentlemen,

the library will be closing
in five minutes.

You found what
you were looking for, Mr. Faber?

I did indeed.

Thank you for pointing me
in the right direction,

Miss Messing.

It's a fine addition
to my favorite hobby.

I'm pleased to hear it.

And I'm sure Rose
will be as well.

[chuckles softly]

[door opens]

Hello?

Is somebody still here?

Who is it?

This is not funny.

[shrieking]

What have you, George?

Sir, a Miss Lucille Messing

didn't arrive
for her shift today,

and her landlady says she
didn't return home last night.

I take it this isn't normal
behavior for Miss Messing.

It's not, sir.

I thought it best
to telephone you.

So this is where
she was last seen.

Were there any signs
of a struggle?

- No, sir.
- All the doors were locked.

No sign of forced entry.

- No witnesses?
- None.

The other librarian
is on her way.

She's due any minute.

She might be able to shed
some light on the matter.

Oh...

- [gasps]
- Miss?

You there!

[suspenseful music]

Stop!

Miss!

- Stop! Police!
- Let me go!

Anna?

Hello, William.

Anna.

What the devil
are you doing here?

- [sighs]
- Anna.

You can't be here.

There are people after you.

Why did you come back?

Anna!

- William, I'm sorry.
- I tried.

Really, I did.

I went to Chicago and Boston.

And you come back to Toronto?

What if the Black Hand
finds out?

I doubt
they even remember I exist.

There is a price
on your head.

They'll remember.

And you come back here,
where they tried to kill you?

I've already been here
several months, William.

What?

Honestly,
who's going to notice

an anonymous librarian?

Please.

It's the only place
I don't feel alone.

- [sighs]
- You can't stay.

I'm fine.

And what were you doing
at the library anyway?

I hope you don't have
an overdue book.

There's a heavy penalty
for that.

Very funny.

It's not that simple.

I'm investigating

the disappearance
of Lucille Messing.

- Lucille?
- Yes.

She didn't go home last night.

That's not like her.

Do you know of anyone
close to her?

Well, she has a fiancé.

And today's Tuesday,

so last night, she'd have been
at choir practice.

Very good.

Where are the practices?

At St. Alban's church,
I believe.

Right.

Do you know of anything

that may have been
bothering her recently?

William, what if this
is all a mistake?

What if the Black Hand
have found me,

and they took her by mistake?

Well, we don't know
that she's been taken.

She could have disappeared
of her own accord.

It's not something
Lucille would do.

[sighs]

What if I am responsible?

[exhales softly]

It's highly illegal,
Inspector.

I'm well aware
of the law.

Not to mention immoral.

Teaching contraception
is not only a crime.

It's a mortal sin.

As I've said,
we'll look into it, Mr. Wilson.

Now, good day.

[groans]

Inspector O'Kelly.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Oh, I just thought I'd drop by

and say how much Station 5
is looking forward

to trouncing your boys
at baseball next week.

[clicks tongue]
It's that time of year again.

What was the score last year?
16-3?

- 5.
- Oh!

My apologies.

Well, I don't think we'll be
putting up a team this year.

We're too busy.

Too busy?

A whole year, and that's
the best you could come up with?

I'm charged with keeping
the citizens of this city safe,

not running around a playground
in knickerbockers.

[peaceful organ music]

♪♪

Lucille Messing?

Yes, she's a member of my choir.

Well, not much of a voice,
but she gave it her all.

How worrisome.

When did you last see her?

Well, she missed
practice last night.

- Was that unusual?
- Yes, most unlike her.

She was always punctual,
a most reliable girl.

Do you have any idea
what could have happened to her?

Is it possible she disappeared
of her own accord?

Mr. Trevor?

You should talk to her fiancé,

Geoffrey Coville.

- Why is that?
- Oh, he just...

had a way about him.

Made me uneasy.

How so?

He was so... superior.

It was always something
of a puzzle

as to why a quiet young woman
like Lucille

was engaged to him.

Are you sure
this is the address

Mr. Wilson gave the Inspector?

I don't know, Henry.

All I know
is that this is the address

the Inspector gave me.

This doesn't seem right.

I mean,
shouldn't we be investigating

some sort of medical facility?

Who knows what goes on
behind closed doors, Henry?

Who knows?

Refraining from relations
during this time

will reduce
the likelihood of pregnancy.

However, a much surer way
to prevent conception

is the barrier method.

This is a diaphragm.

While no device
can promise certainty,

the diaphragm is a much more...

Dr. Ogden?

Constable Crabtree.

I take it you're here
on official business, Constable.

Yes, your gathering
has come to the attention

of the Toronto Constabulary.

I see.

Advocating contraception,
Doctor, is illegal,

as I'm sure you know.

It pains me to do this,

but I've been asked
to arrest you.

You'll have to come down
to the station house with us.

Are the other women
free to leave?

They're attending
an illegal gathering.

Constable, please.

They're here at my invitation.

George.

Some of them risk a beating
if they're found out.

Well, they're free
to go, then.

Ladies, I'm sorry.

Could you please
see yourselves out?

Thank you.

Ladies.

[women murmuring]

Well, you could always work
at Station 4.

They're a bit delicate
for the streets of Toronto,

but good chaps, nonetheless.

And I wouldn't call them
Miss Nancys,

though, some might.

If a friendly game of baseball
isn't to their liking,

maybe a nice game of marbles
or hopscotch.

Right! That's enough
out of you, O'Kelly.

- Ah, Brackenreid.
- I didn't see you there.

Station 4
accepts the challenge.

And we won't
just play against you;

We'll bloody well beat you.

I very much doubt that.

Care to put your money
where your mouth is?

I'd be delighted.

$10.

Done.

[laughs]

Mr. Coville,
do you have any idea

of your fiancée's whereabouts?

She didn't go home
last night?

That's not possible.

Could there have been
a family matter?

I am her family.

Lucille's parents are deceased.

- Any other family?
- None that I know of.

Mr. Coville,
when was the last time

you saw your fiancée?

- Yesterday.
- We met for lunch.

Did you notice
anything unusual?

- Actually, yes.
- She was wearing a blue dress.

That was unusual?

Lucille is quite
a reserved person.

She thought blue
was exceptionally daring.

That's why I encouraged
her work at the library,

to see if she could
break out of her shell.

Please, find her, Detective.

Sir, we've received bad news
regarding Miss Messing.

A hiker found her body
early this morning.

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

Miss Messing was strangled.

I believe a cord
of some kind was used.

Though, there is one
particular mark

that is decidedly darker
than the others.

Here.
Back of the neck.

Perhaps pressure
from a thumb,

if someone grabbed her
from behind.

Hmm.

- Any other bruising?
- No.

- Were there any signs of...
- interference?

It appears her maidenhood
is still intact.

Well, that's strange.

An innocent young woman
is abducted, killed,

and yet no liberties
were taken on her body.

You say our woman
was a librarian,

shy, churchgoing.

All who knew her

characterized her
as reserved, cautious.

Take a look at this.

Not something you would see

on a woman
of reserved character.

It's rather beautiful, isn't it?

I understand tattooing
has become something of a fad

in England
among the aristocracy.

Why might she do this?

I suppose it would depend

on exactly who
your Miss Messings truly is.

What are you suggesting?

Consider the placement
of the rose.

A simple lifting of her skirt
above the ankle

and it was there
for all the world to see.

I would suggest

that there is more
to your librarian

than meets the eye.

I'd only known her
a short while,

but she showed no signs
of having a wild side.

So the Black Hand
weren't involved after all.

That is some relief, Anna.

No, Lucille Messing's murder
came about

as a result of something
in her past,

not her association with you.

- Murdoch, do you have a-
- [sighs]

Miss Fulford.

What are you doing
back here in Toronto?

Inspector,
that's no longer her name.

Ah, well,
Miss whatever-your-name-is,

being here is like signing
your own death warrant.

Well, I'll take my chance,
Inspector.

Mm.

Murdoch, if you have a moment,

perhaps you could spare a word
for Dr. Ogden.

- Julia?
- She's here?

She certainly is.

Julia, let me get
the Constable to unlock this,

so we can speak properly.

Constable Crabtree
refused to lock it.

Please come in.

These cells are for criminals.

I understand that.

What I'm less sure of is

why counseling
impoverished women is a crime.

You were teaching methods
of contraception.

I was simply
following my conscience.

I'm sorry, William,

but since I began
my own practice,

I see the same thing
day after day.

Women run off their feet,
caring for too many children.

It's my duty as a doctor
to do something about it.

Julia,
I admire your principles.

It's not about principles.

It's about the health of women
and children.

And you aren't going to change
any of that in here.

Go home, Julia.

I will not.

I won't be leaving
until I've had an opportunity

to argue my case
in front of a judge.

A case you will lose.

Then I'll lose.

And if that happens,

you will be facing
two years in prison

in surroundings
much less comfortable than this.

You're being stubborn.

I like to think determined.

Here you go, boys.

Station 4 is gonna be fielding

a top-notch crackerjack
baseball team

at this year's police games.

But, sir,
Armstrong is on leave.

- So what?
- Well, he's our pitcher.

- After last year's debacle?
- Not bloody likely.

I've nominated Higgins.

- Sir, no.
- I...

I'm on third base, sir.
I'm the third baseman.

Then we need
a new third baseman.

- Oh, no.
- I don't think so, sir.

We need you, Murdoch.

I've not played
much baseball, sir.

All hands on deck.

You'll be a quick study.

That's the spirit.

Oh, and this year,
we're going to be practicing.

Oh, that's an
excellent idea, sir.

Now, what are you lot
doing standing around?

Get back to work.

And, Higgins, as our pitcher,

you're our leader.

You hold in your hands
the fate of the station's honor.

Now, be a good lad
and put the kettle on.

It's reassuring to see
how seriously the Constabulary

is treating the death
of my fiancée.

Mr. Coville,
it's my number one priority.

Clearly.

[clears throat]

You characterized your fiancée
as a shy, restrained woman.

She was that.

Then why did she have
a tattoo?

The red rose.

It snaked from her ankle
to almost mid-calf.

I don't believe you.

[sighs]

Well, I've seen it
with my own eyes.

How could you not have known?

You told me the two of you
were engaged.

We weren't haven't relations,

if that's what
you're insinuating.

Lucille was
a good Christian woman.

It's a very uncommon
adornment.

How long have you...

I would appreciate it
if you would spend your time

trying to find
my fiancée's killer

instead of besmirching
her character.

Typical of the police,
I suppose.

You enjoy wallowing in filth,
don't you?

- William.
- Anna.

I was just on my way
to see you.

I didn't think anything of it
at the time,

but a few weeks ago,

I overheard Lucille having
a conversation with a man,

and he insisted that he knew her

and wanted to renew
their acquaintance.

He was really quite brazen.

And what was
Miss Messing's reaction?

Well, she told him
he was mistaken.

Well, could you describe him?

I could if I saw him again.

Do you think she knew him?

Well, at the time, no,
but now...

Right.

Where are we going?

We are off to Toronto's
only tattoo studio.

- I remember.
- Three sessions.

A very unusual young woman.

It was a painful session,

but she endured it
without a whimper.

She was my only female customer.

Mr. Sato, did you design
this rose for her?

No, it was from a book.

Do you recall the name
of the book?

No.

Mr. Sato, you say she was
your only female customer.

Did Miss Messing say
why she might want such a thing?

I didn't inquire,

but people often employ
my services

to mark a significant milestone.

Thank you.

Are you sure you wouldn't like
a tattoo, William?

I don't think so.

Be our little secret.

[both laugh]

Thank you, Constable.

Oh, I'm sure we won't be
keeping you long, Doctor.

[door opens]

Hello, George.

Constable Crabtree.

- Dr. Grace.
- Pleased to see you.

Dr. Ogden.

You are just about the bravest
woman I've ever met.

Oh, well, hardly.

I was simply doing my job
as a physician.

You were doing much more
than that.

You were promising emancipation,

allowing women the chance

to have some measure of control
over their destiny.

I'm ready to plan a rally
to protest your imprisonment.

Well, there's no need
for that.

- You misunderstand.
- It's not for you.

It's for the right of women

to choose whether or not
to conceive.

In fact, a woman of your
position unfairly jailed

shines a light on the injustice.

I appreciate your support,
Dr. Grace.

Sir, I've discovered something
that may be of relevance.

We located a patron
who last checked out a book

the night
Miss Messing disappeared.

- Ah, did you get a name?
- Yes, sir.

Little Friends With Feathers.

The patron, George.

- Yes, of course-
- Ah, Stanley Faber, sir.

Uh, she appeared
a charming young woman.

Though, I never knew her name.

Uh, Miss...
Miss Messing, you say?

That's right.

And you saw her
at the library two days ago?

- I, uh...
- I go there to research.

- I'm an amateur ornithologist.
- That's right.

And you took out a book,
Little Friends With Feathers.

That's right.

Tell me, Mr. Faber,

do you stay at the library late
on a regular basis?

Not more than once a week,
sometimes twice.

So fairly regularly, then?

And yet you claim you have never
spoken to Miss Messing?

No, I never...

Is this an interrogation?

It most certainly is.

Mr. Faber,
you may be the last person

to have seen Miss Messing alive.

[chuckles nervously]

- I just received your message.
- I was in Buffalo.

I tried speaking with her,
but Julia's a determined woman.

Yes, my wife
does know her mind.

Well, conviction
is an admirable quality.

I'll leave you two.
The door's open.

Hello, Darcy.

I thought I'd surprise you,
arriving early,

but it appears
you've trumped me.

I try.

Julia,
I need you to come home.

- Darcy-
- Julia.

I understand your position,

but you won't win an argument
inside a jail cell.

Please trust me.

This is something
I care about.

I know that you do.

But let's join the fight.

Together.

Please.

Inspector Brackenreid's agreed
to look the other way.

All right, I'll come home,
but I haven't given up.

Out of my office!

I'm telling you today
what I told you yesterday,

what I'll probably tell you
tomorrow and the day after that.

I have no bleeding comments!

[sighs]

I'm being hounded by reporters
thirsting for blood.

What's the progress
on this librarian killer?

Librarian killer?

That's what
they've coined him.

Oh, and they've heard
about the young woman's tattoo.

I don't know how.

We need to sort this,
and soon, Murdoch.

Yes, sir.

Sir, telephone message.

Look, I found this
in Lucille's desk drawer.

Oh, I prefer
much more scientific texts.

Look at the bookmark.

Written with
a calligraphy pen,

very elaborate hand.

Does this number sequence
mean anything to you?

Well, it looks like
the numbers

we use on library books.

The Dewey Decimal system

organizes book titles
into ten categories

and then subdivides.

Each successive number
narrows the field.

7 denotes
arts and recreation.

- 7009.
- Art history.

Lucky guess.

What don't you know about?

I have a very curious mind,

always have.

Well, that's a very
attractive quality.

Most men have curious hands
and little else.

- [clears throat]
- Well...

Let's see what The Secret Heart
has to tell us.

235.

235.

Here.

Mm, but 67 isn't part
of Melville Dewey's system.

Try page 67?

She looks like Lucille.

And she's holding a rose.

This must be the illustration

that Lucille
asked Mr. Sato to copy.

"Devil."

"Drum."

Do you think
that means anything?

The Devil's Drum.

It would appear
your friend Lucille

strayed a great distance

from the confines
of the Toronto Public Library.

I admire you speaking
on behalf of the city's poor,

Mr. Lamott.

Proper nutrition is critical.

As chair of the board,

I feel the hospital has a duty
not just to treat illness

but to try and prevent it
in the first place.

A disease like rickets

could be eradicated
with better nutrition.

You must see
a lot of terrible cases

in your private practice,
Mrs. Garland.

It's still Dr. Ogden.

And, yes, I do.

The mothers of this city
bear an enormous burden.

In caring for their children?

And bearing children
year after year,

even as their own health fails.

Quite so,
and in their dwellings.

What do you suggest,
Dr. Ogden,

we tell them
to stop having them?

[soft laughter]

If contraception
were not illegal,

families could make
those decisions for themselves.

You mean women could?

I suppose I do,

if only to benefit the health
of the family as a whole.

Good way to prevent illness,

is it not?

[bell rings]

Shall we?

Oh.

[indistinct conversations]

Your wife
is a very spirited woman.

Yes, Julie is wonderful

and not shy
about expressing her opinions.

They're certainly very modern.

You have your hands full there,
I suspect, Garland.

[jaunty piano music]

♪♪

[indistinct conversations]

Oh, come on, love.

I'm busy.

This is-I didn't get her name.

She won't tell me her name.

- Hello.
- Come on, love.

Yeah. We're not-
Oh, we're friendly types.

Hey, we'll buy you a beer,
you know?

- We'll get you a drink.
- Yeah, come on.

- What do you say?
- Be a sport.

Is everything all right,
gentlemen?

Anna.

You think I've never been
in a bar before?

What are you doing here?

You should be in hiding.

You need my help
to find the murderer.

- Oh, do I?
- Yes.

I'm the only one
who saw the man

talking to Lucille
in the library.

Very well.

Then you let me know
if you happen to see him.

You know, you're the only woman
in this bar

who isn't engaged
in the entertainment of men.

Am I not entertaining?

Can I get you anything, sir?

Yes, I would like
some information, please.

I'm just here to serve drinks.

Miss, if there is gaming
going on in that back room,

I will be compelled
to shut down this establishment

indefinitely.

Now...

have you ever seen
this young woman?

I've seen her...

a month or so back,

not our usual clientele.

- Was she with anyone?
- No, she came in alone.

That's why I remember her.

She looked like a lady.

Then I thought
something different.

Why do you say that?

A gentleman joined her
and ordered them both a drink.

- Were they together very long?
- No.

She left a short while later.
[chuckles]

Funny.
Didn't take her for a doxy.

Had you ever seen
this man before?

Never saw him before
or since.

I would very much like
to hear from you

if you ever see this man again.

- Oh.
- [gasps]

What is it?

Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Shall we?

There's somebody following us.

- I know.
- Keep walking.

[gasps]

[grunts]

Why are you following us?

I heard you asking
about that woman.

- I was.
- What do you know about her?

I've got a little sister
to look after.

Mother too.

Upstanding citizens

usually volunteer information
to the police.

Oh, give the boy
a few pennies, William.

- Fine.
- [coins clinking]

Let's have it.

I don't know much about her,

but the man she took off with,
he's a regular,

name of Carling.

Helped him home once
after he had a few too many.

Carling.

Thank you.

It's nights like this

that make me miss
my days in the morgue.

Yes, the hospital board
do make for lively company,

don't they?

- That's one way to put it.
- Mm.

I suppose Roger Lamott
does go on.

You made quite an impression
on him.

- Me? A married woman?
- I'm flattered.

- [chuckles]
- Your ideas, darling.

My ideas or my opinions?

The whole issue
of contraception

is very controversial.

It's a religious affront
to many people.

You do remember
who it is you married,

don't you, Darcy?

I'm not exactly what you'd call
a shrinking violet?

Of course I do.

And I admire
your spirit and conviction

more than any man alive, but...

[sighs]

But?

They're considering making me
head of the hospital.

[chuckles]

- That's wonderful news!
- Congratulations.

Now, I said considering.

Um, nothing's been
officially decided.

But until it has...

You would like
your opinionated wife

to keep her own counsel.

Is it so much
of a compromise, Julia?

[scoffs]

I so want you
to get the position.

[sighs]

Right.

Pretend we're lovers
on a stroll.

Oh, this Mr. Carling
surely is a married man.

Hard to believe.

Oh, now,
who's the naive one?

- No, I don't mean his actions.
- I mean Lucille's.

Maybe she didn't know.

Or didn't care.

[horse whinnies]

That's him,
the man from the library,

the one who insisted
he knew Lucille.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

Right.

Can you see yourself home?

I think I can manage that.

All right.

Oh, Mr. Carling.

I didn't know she was dead.

What a waste.

I was hoping to see her again.
We had unfinished business.

There was something special
about that one.

She invited me to join her.

She chose me.

She told me to call her Rose.

[chuckles softly]

Her note was an invitation

to a rendezvous
later that same evening.

Did you go?

What do you think, Detective?

Was there a discussion
of payment?

That wasn't the nature
of the encounter.

She was a vision.

She said...

Undress me.

[panting]

But finally...

Get out.

Not quite
what you were expecting.

I would say not.

And did you?

Sorry?

- Leave.
- Did you leave?

- Of course.
- I am a gentleman, Detective.

And that was the last time
you saw her?

- Yes, I never saw her again.
- You have my word.

And your word isn't worth
very much, Mr. Carling.

You were seen with Miss Messing
at the public library

trying to renew
your acquaintance.

Why would you ask the question
if you already know the answer?

To see
if you would be inclined

to lie to the police.

Very well.

I saw Rose in the street
looking entirely different

than the woman I met
in The Devil's Drum.

That's when you followed
her into the library.

Wouldn't you?

Mysterious woman like that,

who wouldn't follow her
to the ends of the earth?

- Cooperstown's finest, son.
- Get used to it.

Finest horsehide in the land.

Give it your best, Henry.

Give it some salt and pepper.

Salt and pepper?

It's a sporting expression.

[sighs]

Oh, come on, Henry.

You've got to put
some mustard on it, man,

like this.

[glass shatters]

Oh, my gosh.

[gasps]

Uh...

Begging your pardon, sir.

- Begging my-
- [sighs]

Bloody hell, Crabtree.
That was brilliant.

That was the fastest pitch
I've ever seen.

It was like lightning.

What position do you play?

Second base.

Higgins, second base.

Crabtree,
you're our new pitcher.

Are you telling me
that Lucille had an alter ego?

A woman with a tattoo

who solicited strange men
in a tavern?

So it would appear.

Then the woman that I thought
I knew doesn't exist.

It would seem that I have
narrowly escaped marriage

to a trollop.

She was your fiancée, sir.

Are you finished?

I'll let you get back
to your mourning.

[scoffs]

How am I to mourn the death
of a stranger, Detective?

You'll inform me
if you're going out of town,

Mr. Coville?

I am a suspect?

I'd like to be informed
if you plan to travel.

How did you pick up
your technique, Crabtree?

Well, it's funny
you should ask, sir.

My aunt Nettle's farm
up in Haileybury was set upon

by a plague of vermin
of biblical proportions.

I was a young lad
at the time,

not yet entrusted
with firearms,

so I took to eradicating
the little beasts

by hurling stones at them.

Oh.

Sir.

Ah.

- Reporting for duty.
- Good, good.

There's a desk waiting for you
at the station.

- Good to be aboard.
- Good to have you.

Who's that fellow?

A new recruit to Station 4.

I swore him in yesterday.

Much experience
in law enforcement, sir?

None whatsoever,

but he played professional
baseball for 12 years.

- Sir, aringer?
- Is that necessary?

I thought
we were doing rather well.

We may be doing rather well,
Crabtree,

but I'm from Yorkshire.

I intend to win.

[laughs]

Will I do?

Just let me.

[laughs]

We can't have
the new administrator

of the Victoria Hospital
for Sick Children

with his tie askew.

Mm, well, I haven't got
the position yet.

You will, Darcy.

And I won't do anything
to jeopardize your chances.

We are gonna accomplish
so much, Julia.

[laughs]

Wish me luck.

Of course.

I'I be here when you get back.

[chuckles softly]

So you had no idea

that Lucille had been
living a double life?

No.

Though, she did ask me recently
if I had ever been betrayed.

Betrayed?

As if she was asking
my advice.

So something
had been troubling her?

Lucille's note to Mr. Carling...

"All will be revealed."

William,
this isn't her handwriting.

Both notes
were written in the same hand.

Perhaps someone was directing
Lucille to the book.

Do you think
it could have been Mr. Carling?

Well, it's possible.

But I believe Mr. Carling
was genuinely surprised

when Lucille approached him
in The Devil's Drum.

I believe Lucille's actions

were being directed
by a third party.

What, like some
sort of svengali?

She didn't do this
of her own accord.

Well, perhaps she did.

What do you mean?

Well, think about it this way.

What if she wasn't a victim
or a pawn in all this?

What if beneath
that quiet exterior

Lucille was
a willing participant

who enjoyed breaking taboos?

Like undressing for strangers?

If the man she loved
told her to do it.

Her fiancé?

Well, he didn't even know
about her tattoo.

I doubt they shared
intimate secrets.

Well, they were to be married.

Women marry
for many reasons, William,

not always for passion.

Women are taught
to hide their passion.

And not only women;

Men too.

Don't you feel that sometimes,
William?

Cats must be lying with dogs.

I beg your pardon.

You're ten minutes late.

- [clears throat]
- George?

We're on a reconnaissance
mission, Sir.

We're off to observe
the lads at Station 5.

Their nine
are practicing this morning,

and rumor has it,
they brought in a ringer.

Oh.

Uh, George,

do you know how to operate
that piece of equipment?

Well, I'm thinking
of employing

a trial-and-error method, sir.

Ah.

Good luck, gentlemen.

And be careful.

Okay, Station 5,
let's look alive!

Get out there.

- Show some jolly hustle.
- Come on.

Come on, lads.

Nothing to worry about,
Crabtree.

Your form's better than this.

Never seen that bloke before.

Whoa! Whoa!

- Whoo-hoo!
- All right, all right.

- Bloody hell.
- The rumors are true.

He's not a copper.

This is utterly against
the spirit of the game.

Sir, didn't you
bring in a ringer?

I was merely leveling up
the playing field.

I should be forming a protest.

To whom, sir?

Well, then, I'll find
some other way to take him out.

A librarian
soliciting strange men

down at The Devil's Drum.

Press will have a field day.

What have you got?

Well, sir,
we know the murder took place

after the library was closed.

Her body was found in the woods
in Rosedale Valley,

not far from the path.

Did she know the suspects?

Yes, sir,
all but Mr. Faber,

an ornithologist
who spent

a great deal of time
at the library

but claims he never spoke
with Miss Messing.

He was the last person
to see her alive.

Isn't ornithology a hobby

better pursued in nature
than in a library?

Mr. Faber may have been
more infatuated

with the librarian
than the books.

- Alibi?
- No, sir.

He was at home alone.

And gentleman number two?

A Geoffrey Coville,
the victim's fiancé.

He was more upset to learn
of her unconventional behavior

and went so far as to say that
if she was behaving this way,

she got what she deserved.

Oh, well,
that was nice of him.

Oh, sir, maybe Mr. Coville
discovered the truth

that his betrothed was not
the lily-white innocent

he believed her to be

and killed her
in some sort of blind rage.

He claims to have been alone

in a hotel in Cobourg
at the time.

But as of yet,
I've been unable to confirm it.

Let me know
as soon as you find out.

And the third gentleman?

Uh, Leonard Carling,

a married man who had a liaison
with Miss Messing.

But he lied about the encounter

and also lied about following
her into the library.

Miss Messing
teased Mr. Carling, sir,

with the promise
of a risqué encounter.

However,
upon their next meeting,

she denied she knew him.

Maybe, sir, Carling decided
to pursue his passions there,

and, being thwarted
a third time,

took his revenge.

That's possible.

On the night of the murder,
Mr. Carling claims to have been

in the company
of another young woman,

whose name he doesn't
seem to remember.

Let's bring him in.

Suggest a conversation
with his wife

might to aid
in jogging his memory.

Yes, sir.

We need to figure this out,
gentlemen,

before every woman in Toronto
is afraid to walk the streets.

Excuse me.

Yes?

I requested
an Audubon monograph

two weeks ago.

Has it-has it-
Has it arrived?

Oh, well, uh,
I'll check.

Oh, please do.

I have been most patient.

But you agreed we would
start to promote a clinic.

I've changed my mind.

Is this because of the arrest?

It's too risky...

for you and for the other people
helping us,

for our patients.

It's a risk
we're willing to take.

[sighs]

Our cause may be an idea
ahead of its time.

At any rate,
I can no longer take part.

But without you,
there is no clinic.

I've weighed this decision
very carefully, Emily.

I'm sorry.

I've made up my mind.

Time, gentlemen, please.

Hello, Miss Fulford.

- I'm sorry.
- You must be mistaken.

As you wish.

Who are you?

Now, why would
I tell you that?

[door opens]

Police Station 4, please.

I'm afraid Detective Murdoch
isn't here.

Well, I'll have to locate him.
Can he telephone you back?

Well, can you tell him

to get to the library
as soon as he can?

I think The Black Hand
have found me.

Thank you.

How long ago was this,
Constable?

- Moments ago, sir.
- I didn't know where you were.

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

[wood creaking]

Hello?

Who are you?

[panting]

[footsteps tapping]

[panting]

Please...
[gun cocks]

Please, no.

[gunshot]

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