All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S16E19 1080p WEBRip x264-BAE (1)_track3_[eng]

(theme music)

- Your husband did this.

- If you weren't so damned
clumsy.

- Abigail, do you trust me?

There's a single dose
of laudanum by the bed.

Take it.
It will help with the pain.

- Is there a doctor in this
town?

- Oh. Actually,
I am a doctor, but--

- Even five minutes
of your time. Please.

- Ma'am?

You can't go in there.
This is a crime scene.

- Abigail!
- Uh, I warned you, ma'am.

You need to answer
some questions.

I left her with a single vial
of laudanum

When I went to get the tickets.

That's not enough to cause harm.

- And you're certain
it was the correct dosage?

- Well, yes.

Of course.

- How can you be sure?

Uh, well, I-I--

- In the absence of any other
explanation,

Is it not most likely
that abigail prescott died

Because you provided her
with the wrong bottle
of laudanum?

- Yes, it-it's possible.

- Seven, nine.

No eight.

There's a page missing.

- This is my interview
with the hotel clerk.

The last time she saw
mrs. Prescott is
when she made a telephone call

In the middle of the night.
- She made a telephone call?

- Is that important?
- Yes!

- The jury has found you guilty
of manslaughter in the death
of abigail prescott.

- What?!

(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

(baby babbling)

- Good morning, mr. Murdoch.

- Morning, bethany.

Ooh. She has been quite
the handful this morning.

- Well, usually when the little
one is fussy like this,

Dr. Ogden would sing her
a lullaby.

(singing)
♪ sleep my baby on my bosom ♪

♪ warm and cozy will it prove ♪

♪ round thee
mother's arms are folding ♪

♪ in her heart
a mother's love ♪♪

(indistinct chatter)

- We need something substantial
to justify filing this appeal.

- Yes, but what about that call?

If the alderman knew where we
were, he could have killed her.

- The hotel owner didn't hear
the telephone conversation
that abigail was having

And the switchboard operator
doesn't remember

Who she put the call through to.
- It's a dead end.

There's no way to prove
who she called.

(sighs)

- Why did she make that call?

Do you think...

She could have been
having second thoughts

About leaving her husband?

I should never have
encouraged her.

- There's no way to know
what was in her mind,

But you know
what was in your heart.

- You were simply trying to help
a woman in need, julia.

- Yes, and now,
that woman is dead.

- Surely the fact that someone
removed a page from the police
report

Should warrant an appeal,
shouldn't it?

- The judge clearly
didn't think so.

- Then we'll speak
to a different judge,
a higher court!

- I'm sorry,
but it's not enough.

A page could go missing
for any number of reasons.

Any judge will consider it
no more than an error.

- How are you faring, sir?

- I feel helpless, george.

I wish there were something
I could do.

- What did effie have to say?

- She said we could appeal

But our chances
are slim at best.

We've lost in the eyes
of the court.

I can't believe it;

Our dr. Ogden
in such a dire circumstance.

- They've sentenced her
to three years.

- For something she didn't do.

And-and we'll do everything
we can to prove that, sir,
to prove it to the court.

- Of course, george,
but it may not be enough.

Julia's going to miss
raising her daughter.

- Sir, don't say that.
(murdoch scoffs)

- Her first words,
her first steps... Three years!

She'll be a completely
different person

By the time
her mother gets out of prison.

Will she even recognize her?

- Sir, you can't... You can't
let these thoughts consume you.

- I know, george, but it's true.

Julia is in prison sleeping on
a cot in a windowless room.

I-I'm spending every day
and night trying to raise
our daughter without her.

I-I just don't think
I can do it alone.

- Sir, you don't have to.

No matter what happens,

One thing I can promise you:
You won't be alone.

- Thank you, george.

- Is that the alderman's
fundraiser?

- I believe so.

He has some nerve.

(loud chatter)

George!
- Thank you, thank you.

- George!
- Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

Helping people has always been
my mission,

Especially when it comes
to the people of toronto.

We need state-of-the-art
facilities

Where the average man can get
top-of-the-line healthcare.

That is why I want
to raise money

To open a new hospital
for the less fortunate.

(murdoch): Huh, that's rich.

- Now, this here is
my friend david.

He was born with a bad leg

And is one of the many people
who will be helped
by our new endeavour.

He's going to be coming around
with a collection tin.

If you see him,
give him a few dollars.

Let's get to our donation goals!

Every penny counts!

(light music)

- Thank you.

- Ah, you made it out.
So great to see you.

- Thank you.

- Oh, thank you.

- Ah, thank you
for making a donation.

- Donation, chaps?

- Well, it is a good cause, sir.

Every penny counts,
he just said!

- Thanks.

- Detective murdoch?

Thank you for coming.

Despite what has happened,
we must rise above
and support one another.

- I'm not here for niceties,
alderman.

I have a few more questions.

- Again, detective?

If I didn't know any better,
I'd think you had it in for me.

- Did you receive a telephone
call from your wife

The night before her death?

- No. I didn't.

Is that all?

Good day, detective.
- I know what you did, prescott.

And I won't rest
until I prove it.

- Whatever could you mean?

(sighs)

- Have you spoke to julia?

How's her spirits?

- Not good, I'm afraid.

(sighs)
- this is a nightmare.

What's your next move, murdoch?

- I'm sure it was
alderman prescott.

I just can't prove it.

He was the recipient
of the telephone call

That's mentioned in the page
of the report

That's now
conveniently missing.

But perhaps the question
shouldn't be
why is it missing...

...But how?

- The inspector at port credit?

- It was his report.

- You know you have
my full support.

And the full resources
of this station house
if you need anything.

- Thank you, sir.

There is another avenue
to follow.

If we are correct...

The alderman had to
have traveled from his home
in toronto

To port credit
between the time
of the telephone call

And when abigail's body
was discovered.

- Someone may have seen him
leave his house that day.

- Perhaps he hired a carriage?

- Surely an alderman
would own his own carriage?

- In which case,
he'll have a driver.

- George, henry,
see what you can find out.

- Yes, sir.

(indistinct chatter
in the street)

- I did nothing wrong
and I resent the accusation.

- A file was sent to the crown
and to the defense.

Both were missing the same page
of your report,

So the incident had
to have occurred

Before the document left
this station house.

- You're suggesting
one of my men lost the page?

- Or mishandled it.

- Intentionally?

No.

My men are honest
and trustworthy.

- Is that so?

- I-I work with them every day.

I trust them with my life.

Wait, do you not trust
your constables with yours?

- You handwrote the page,
correct?

- That's right.
- Then who copied it?

- What do you mean?

- Every page of those documents

Was collated
into two separate files.

One went to the crown,
one went to the defense.

Someone had to have copied
the original in order--
- oh!

Yes. That would be mr. Johnson,
our scrivener.

That's him there.
If you'll excuse me.

- Mr. Johnson?

Detective murdoch,
toronto constabulary.

I have a couple of questions.
- Uh, right now?

I'm, uh, kind of busy.

- Are you the scrivener
that handled the case report

For the trial
of dr. Julia ogden?
- I am.

- Are you aware that a page
went missing from that report
prior to trial?

- No. I-I don't know anything
about that.

- Can you confidently say
that all of the pages
were accounted for

When you received the report
from inspector mccrae?

- How could I possibly know?

- He attests that as a fact.

And yet a page was missing
from the files that went
to the crown and the defense.

- Things get lost all the time.

- By you?
- No!

Never, I, I, I, uh...

- And yet it went missing
when it crossed your desk.

Perhaps I should have another
word with inspector mccrae

And advise him not to hire--
- please!

Don't tell the inspector.

- Tell me exactly what happened.

- Two days before the trial,

I ran into a man in the street
near my rooms.

He knew about the trial

And he even knew that the file
was currently in my hands.

- Who was this man?

- I'd never seen him
before in my life.

He offered me a hundred dollars
to remove two pages.

How could I pass that up?

- Two pages?
Not just one?

- One page from
the police report,
one from the coroner's report.

But there was nothing on them,
nothing that seemed important.

- That is not for you
to determine, mr. Johnson.

- But I-I needed the money.

Do you have any idea how much
a hundred dollars is?

My-my wife...
I-I-I needed the money, sir!

- Please, pull yourself
together, man.

Look at this photograph.

Is this the man
that gave you the money?

- No.
I don't recognize him.

- Then who was it?

- I told you
I'd never seen him before.

The man had a goatee.

Uh, a rough face

And he talked awful funny.

- All right.

I'll need you to give a
description to a sketch artist.

- Of course.

- That must be his driver.

We'll see if he knows anything?

- We need to get him on his own
so we can talk to him.

- Right. We have to do
whatever we can to get
dr. Ogden back home.

She doesn't belong in jail.

- She has killed someone before.

- Henry! She's innocent.
- Oh!

Look... This is our chance.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Yes?

How can I help you?

- Condolences for the passing
of mrs. Prescott.

- A nasty business, that.

- We're conducting an additional
investigation into her death.

- Is that right?

Uh, should I get the alderman?

- Uh, no, actually we wanted
to speak to you.

Can you tell us anything about
the day that mrs. Prescott died?

Did you take the alderman
anywhere that day?

- No. Uh...

I was given
the afternoon off that day.

- And are you usually given
the afternoon off?

- No. Uh...

That morning we went about
our business as usual.

I took him to his tailor's,

Then back to the house,
just like every day.

Uh, usually I wait around
after that,

But that day the alderman
went inside the house

And came back out a short time
later telling me to take
the rest of the day off.

- Eh, he goes to
the tailor's every day?

- Well, it's his business.
He owns it.

Ah, impressively pressed
tailors over on sherbourne.

- Oh, I've been there before.
They aren't very good.

- Ah, well,
it does fine business.

Uh, we pick up the earnings
there every day
and take them to the bank.

- Every day?

Mr. Wright,

You are the coroner
who performed the postmortem
on abigail prescott?

- Th-that's right.

- And you delivered your report
to this station house, correct?

- Yes, yes.
That's right.

- Did you happen to keep a copy
of your report for your record?

- Uh, no.

I assumed I would receive it
back after the trial.

- Could you have a look
at the report

And tell me
if there's anything missing?

- Y-yes, there is a page
missing.

- Oh.

Any idea what that page
contained?

- Of course.

It was the page that detailed
the bruising

Across the victim's body.

- Bruising?
What bruising?

- Extensive.

Arms, back, torso.

- Any sense of what may
have caused them?

- Likely from repeated blows,

But none of this had
anything to do with her death.

These were minor contusions;
painful,

But not serious.
- Thank you, mr. Wright.

- If I may,

Did you happen to notice

If any of the bruises
were more recent than others?

- Yes. Yes, there was one
on her arm.

- Her broken arm?
- No, her other arm.

Uh, it was about a few inches
wide, quite fresh.

- So someone grabbed her.

They stole the pages
to hide the fact that they'd
injured her in an altercation?

- Or it's an indication
of something else altogether.

- What are you thinking?

- It's your professional opinion
that abigail prescott
consumed 100 drams of laudanum.

- Correct.
- Dr. Ogden maintains

That she instructed
abigail prescott

To consume one vial containing
only 16 drams of laudanum.

What if the extra laudanum
wasn't consumed;

What if it was injected?

- A rough injection
leaving a bruise?

- It's possible.

- Did you happen to find
any injection marks?

- No.

But I can't say
I was looking for one.

- Well, if the overdose
of laudanum was injected,

Then it wasn't mrs. Ogden
who killed mrs. Prescott.

- A revelation like this
would immediately discount
the crown's case.

- It's too late now.

She's in the ground.

- We'll have to get her out.

- So the alderman was left
to his own devices
the rest of the day.

You know, he could have driven
himself down to port credit,
if that was the case.

- Should we report back
to the inspector, then?

- It's not worth much
if nobody saw him there.

I still think it's strange
that they make a visit
to the tailors every day.

- Well, it's this place
right here.

I tell you, it's the worst
tailor's I've ever been to.

I had to go back three times
and I still don't have my pants.

I'd abandon them if they weren't
ruthie's favorite pair.

- It's hardly bustling.

How much revenue
can they be making?

- Oh, just enough to keep
the doors open, I would guess.

- Yet they make so much
that they had to make a deposit
at the bank every day?

- I'm surprised they make enough
to make a deposit every year.

- Higgins! That chap, that's...

That's the downtrodden man
I saw at the fundraiser earlier!

- Well, he doesn't look
downtrodden at all!

- Oh, the scoundrel!
He must be a confidence man.

- The scrivener who transcribed
the documents for trial

Was paid to remove two pages.
- Paid by whom?

- Apparently not the alderman.

We questioned the scrivener
and he gave us a description
of the culprit.

Inspector mccrae is putting
these up all over town.

This is the man.

- I know that man!

- What?

- My dear bianca is
terribly ill.

Five minutes of your time.
Please.

I was on the way to buy the
tickets from the train station

And he asked
if I wanted a ride.

Then he said he needed a doctor.
- Someone was ill?

- No, not someone.

It was his goat, but there
was nothing I could do.

By the time I got back
to the hotel, abigail was dead.

- Julia, did this man speak
in an unusual manner?

- Yes, he had an accent.

- Well, then this is him.

He purposely delayed your return
back to the hotel

So that someone would have time
to murder abigail prescott

And frame you!

This is the man that bribed
the scrivener

And delayed julia
on her way back to the hotel.

- Unlikely to be a coincidence.

- I have constables canvassing
the area and putting up
these posters.

Hopefully someone will
have seen something.

- I need to speak
to detective murdoch!

- Who's this then?
- Oh, that is mrs. Lipknow.

She owns the hotel
in port credit.

Ma'am?

May I be of assistance?

- You need to pay
for this phone call!

- This is your telephone bill.
Why should I--?

- Your wife booked a room
at my hotel and incurred
this exorbitant charge,

But now she is in jail.

It is only fair that
the responsibility of the debt
fall to her husband.

- She has a point, murdoch.

- This must be abigail
prescott's telephone call.

- Yes. God rest her soul.

But where could she have been
calling to incur a charge
of one dollar and 19 cents?

A dollar-nineteen!

I almost keeled over
when I saw it.

I never should have had
that infernal thing installed
in the first place.

- I will take care of this,
mrs. Lipknow. Leave it with me.

- Why, thank you, detective.

(indistinct chatter
in the street)

- You think that's his office?

- Could be.

An accountant

Masquerading as a person in need

To drum up donations
for the alderman's fundraiser.

- Can't believe you let that man
trick you into giving him money.

- See, he was convincing,
henry, very convincing.

I never should
have told you that.

- I still don't see how
the tailor shop is connected.

- Unless it's not
a tailor shop at all.

- Oh, I assure you
there was a tailor in there.

An old man with a dreadful
shake in his hands.

- That's not what I mean, henry.

What would an accountant be
doing with a failing business

Right after drumming up money
for charity?

- I'm on the edge of my seat.

- Pretending that same business
earned that same money

So no one would notice you
and the alderman were stealing
from the people of toronto.

- So, the tailor shop is
just a front, then.

Oh, look!
There he is again.

- Let's have a word.

- What have you got?

- Well, sir, I think I may
be able to determine

The area that abigail called
with the information
in this telephone bill.

- How do you figure that?

- All I have to do is
cross-reference

The cost of the call with the
applicable long-distance rates.

- Won't that take forever?
- Well, no, sir.

A dollar and nineteen cents is
only divisible by two numbers:

Seven and 17.
- And one and 119.

- Well, yes.

But we can probably discount
those

Because there are no regions
that cost $1.19 per minute

And we know she wasn't
on the telephone
for 119 minutes.

- Go on.

- So, she either made
a seven-minute phone call

At a rate of 17 cents
per minute,

Or 17-minute call at a rate--
- seven cents a minute.

- Precisely.

Which drastically reduces
the possibilities.

(sighs)

All right, huh...
Here.

Seventeen cents per minute.

Paris, ontario.

- The alderman
doesn't live there.

- No.
But abigail's mother does.

- Excuse me, sir.

You know the alderman,
do you not?

(chuckles)
- doesn't everybody?

- We saw you at his tailor
shop earlier.

- Why on earth were you spying
on me at a tailor shop?

- Well, what were you
doing there?
- Ah, more to the point:

Were you pretending to be
a homeless man earlier
at the alderman's fundraiser?

(scoffs)
- how ridiculous.

- It's not ridiculous, sir.

You were drumming up donations,

Which I think you're now
scheming to hide as profits
from this tailor shop.

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- I think you owe my friend here
25 cents

And you owe me a pair of pants.
- What?

- Sir, why don't you just
tell us, mr. Potter,
if that is indeed your name,

How is the alderman
involved in all this?

- Oh...

(panting)

- There!

- I don't know why you
and your lot

Continue to pour salt
in my wound.

Is it not bad enough that your
wife caused my daughter's death?

- Mrs. Delafonte, I-I'm terribly
sorry to ask any more of you,

But I assure you
it is important.

I'll keep it short.

Did your daughter, abigail,

Telephone you
the night before her death?

- Yes.

- She did?

What did she say?

- Abigail telephoned me
to tell me

That she had absconded
with that woman, your wife.

- Why did she feel the need
to tell you this?

- She was scared, I supposed.

- Of?

- Of what might become of her,
of course.

A woman can't simply
leave her husband!

There are consequences
for such things,

Which is precisely
what I told her.

- You... Told her to go back?

- Of course.

- Her husband
had broken her arm.

(scoffs)
- no marriage is a simple
affair, detective.

- And did she agree
to return to toronto?
- No.

She was resolved.

"come what may."

Those were the last words
she said to me.
(sobbing)

- So, you don't believe that
she telephoned mr. Prescott

After her conversation with you.

- I do not.

That is why I telephoned him.

(dramatic music)

- You?

You telephoned mr. Prescott
that night?

- I did.

- And you told him
where she was?
- Yes.

It's only right for a husband

To know of his wife's
whereabouts.

(scoffs)

- Mrs. Delafonte, I am very
sorry to put you through
anything further,

But I will need you
to attest to this call.

- Why?

- I need to present this
as evidence to the judge.

(sighs)

Alderman prescott

Has claimed repeatedly

That he did not know his wife's
whereabouts that night.

He lied;

Lied to the judge, to the jury,

To the investigators,

Investigators who believe

That someone has destroyed
evidence in this case.

- No!
He couldn't have.

Oh...

What have I done?

Oh, no.

(sobbing)

(indistinct chatter)

- So the alderman knew where
she was, meaning that he likely
went down there to kill her.

- At the very least, I can now
prove to the judge
that he lied under oath.

- What now?

- Well, I've telephoned
effie crabtree.

We'll get the mother's statement
and prepare our case
for an appeal.

(phone ringing)

- Inspector brackenreid.

Murdoch!
It's for you.

- Detective murdoch.

- Something bad is about
to happen to your wife.

- What?

- Next time
it's going to be worse.

Drop the case.

- Who is this?
Hello?

(indistinct shouting)

- Hey, new girl!

- Excuse me?
- Did you steal my cigarettes?

- No. I don't smoke.

- I said give me back
my cigarettes!

(groans,
clinking of a blade)

- Break it up!

- No.
- It was her!

She attacked me!
- She's lying!

She tried to kill me!
- It doesn't matter.

You're both going to the hole.
Go ahead!

- No!

(panting)
(guard): Go on.

(indistinct shouting)

- What do you mean I can't speak
with her? Where is she?

Huh!
- What did they say?

- Only that she isn't
in her cell.

I-I have to get down there.

- Go. Go!

- My lord, there has clearly
been outside interference
in this case.

Just yesterday I learned that
the police scrivener removed
two pages of the case file

After being bribed.

- Pages that would make
no difference to
the outcome of this case.

- What my learned friend is
failing to mention is

That there was something
about these pages

Which somebody didn't want
the court to know.

- What were on those pages?

- The first page detailed
a phone call
which the deceased made

The night before her death
to her mother,

Who in turn telephoned
her husband,
alderman prescott,

To retrieve her.
- Relevance, my lord?

- A third party
at the murder scene

Completely changes this case

And casts a shadow on the theory

Which my learned friend here
laid out at trial.

But, more importantly,
mr. Prescott lied.

He claimed to have no knowledge
of his wife's whereabouts
at the time of her murder

When in fact he knew precisely
where she was.

- And the second page?

The second page
detailed bruising
all over the deceased's body.

- My lord, it seems my friend
here has forgotten

That the victim died
from an overdose of laudanum,

Not bangs and bruises.

- Bruises which may well have
been covering an injection mark
from a syringe

Which could have been
administered by a third party,
namely alderman prescott.

- My lord, these are
slanderous allegations.

- Are we now prematurely
convicting an innocent man

Without the benefit of trial?

I was under the impression
that one had to be convicted
by a court of law

Before being deemed guilty.

- I am simply articulating
a version of events

Which fits more clearly with
the facts as we now know them.

Regardless, these facts cast
grave doubt on the conviction
of dr. Ogden in this case.

- I acknowledge there are
discrepancies of some interest,

But they do not appear
to be significant enough
to vacate a conviction,

Mrs. Crabtree.
- Not yet,

But they do demand that we
re-examine the crucial evidence
in this case -

The method of death.

- She died of laudanum.
That is not a question.

- Not the cause; the method.

Which is why I humbly request
that the court order
the exhumation

Of the body of abigail prescott.
- To what end?

- If one of the bruises
on her body was covering up
an injection mark

Which was otherwise
unaccounted for,

Then we can assume that
the fatal dose was administered
by syringe.

- My lord...
- In which case

The crown's allegations against
dr. Ogden no longer hold!

- My lord, disturbing a corpse
is not a simple thing.

It is improper and
disrespectful

To defile a resting place
on a fanciful whim!

- An exhumation would require
permission from the family
of the deceased.

- My lord, alderman prescott
will not provide
such permission.

If we ask and he denies,

Can we put
this whole matter to rest?

- It has been proven
mr. Prescott lied in this court.

We cannot let this decision
lie in his hands.

- As it so happens,

The alderman is not
the deceased's only family.

Mrs. Crabtree,

If you can obtain permission
from mrs. Prescott's mother,

I will approve the exhumation.

(sighs)

- I want to see julia ogden
immediately!

- Detective murdoch!

Thank you.

Your wife is fine.
- Where is she?

- She was in an altercation
with another inmate and received
a laceration on her forearm.

- What?!

- But she is otherwise
in fine health.

- Take me to her immediately.
- I cannot.

She's had to spend the night
in the hole just like
any other inmate would.

We take these sorts
of altercations very seriously.

- Has her wound been treated?

- Yes.

The wound was cleaned
and bandaged.

Our nurses are well trained.

(sighs)

- Mister warden, I received
a telephone call

Threatening julia's life.

We need to put a guard on her
at all times.

More than one, if possible.

I have no way of knowing
who is making these threats.

- Detective...

You sound paranoid.

- I received this telephone call
at the station house.

- Uh-huh.

I'll see to it that
she receives additional
supervision for the time being.

- Thank you.

(coughing)

(coughing)

- Sounds like a smoker's cough.

No wonder you wanted
your cigarettes back so badly.

- Keep provoking me
and see what happens, sweetie.

- You know, I don't believe your
cigarettes were ever missing.

It was just an excuse
to attack me.

- Oops.

- Did someone put you up to it?

- I wouldn't have pegged you
for the type of lady
with a long list of enemies.

But here we are.

- Who was it?

- Wouldn't you like to know.

- I don't blame you.

- I don't care
one way or the other.

- I know what it's like to be
a woman in a vulnerable position

Being manipulated
by people with bad intentions.

- That sounds like a long
and fancy way
to say you pity me, huh?

I hate pity.
- That's not it.

Whoever hired you

Is just using you
to do their dirty work

While you take the fall.

You could have been hurt.
(scoffs)

Or you could have killed me
and ended up
with a lifetime sentence.

People like that don't deserve
to be protected.

- Fifty dollars.

- I beg your pardon?
- That's my price.

Fifty dollars
and I'll give you the name.

(sighs)

- Ah, murdoch!

Mrs. Prescott's exhumation
has been approved.

The mother agreed to it.

It will commence
first thing tomorrow morning.

- That is good news.

Who will perform
the examination?

- The original coroner
but overseen by miss hart.

The judge has agreed to send
the body to our morgue.

- Oh. Why is that?

- Apparently, every man
and his dog wants to attend.

We're the only ones
with the space for it.
- I see.

I would also like to attend.

Good luck getting the judge
to approve that.

Look, don't worry.
I'll make sure everything
goes off all right.

- If we can find that syringe
mark, this will all be over.

- And if we don't find it?

- We have
to exonerate julia, now.

She was attacked in prison.

Her life's in danger.

- So, they're stealing from
charitable citizens?

- That's what we suspect, sir.

- That behaviour's lower
than a snake's belly.

- This chap even pretended
to have a bum leg

To garner donations
out of sympathy.

An absolute disgrace.
- Where is he now?

- Ah, he got away, sir.
He was actually surprisingly
fast on his feet.

- But this tailor shop is
the centre of it; that's where
they're taking all the money.

- It seems so.

- Take a few of the lads
and ransack the place.

- Gladly.
- Sir, do we need
to speak to a judge first?

- Look, we know
they're as guilty as sin.

Better to beg forgiveness
than ask permission,
is what I always say.

- Sir.

(crashing)
toronto constabulary!

(man): Help! In here!
- Who's there?

- Higgins, after him!
- Lads!

- Mr. Potter.

Are you all right?

- I am alive, if that's
what you're asking.

- Do you know who that man was?
- I don't know.

- He got away.
The lads are still after him.

- Did you recognize him?
- No.

- From the police sketch!
That's the alderman's henchman.

- Oh.
- He was sent by mr. Prescott?

(low whisper in the room)

- I very much admire
your work, miss hart.

- Oh? Thank you.

- I read about you
in the papers.

You're quite the inspiration
for those of us
entering the field.

- Hm. Is that so?

- Everyone was all abuzz
after those witch killings
you solved last year.

Ergot poisoning...
(scoffs)

Imagine that.

- Actually, the victim died
of anaphylaxis.

But I appreciate the sentiment.

Shall we begin?
- Of course.

- Case 583, the exhumation
of abigail prescott.

- Well, she hasn't been
in the ground for long.

- Seems the cold conditions
have helped.

Mr. Wright and I will now
examine the skin for puncture
or injection marks.

(sighs)

(sighs)

- They didn't find anything.
- Nothing?

- There were no puncture wounds
or syringe marks present
anywhere on her body.

We were wrong.
I'm sorry.

- Detective william murdoch.

- William, I found out who sent
that inmate to try and kill me.

- You did? Who?

- His name is gunnar björnsson.

His description matches that
of the farmer
who bribed the scrivener.

Oh!

And I need you to send $50
to an address for me;
getting that name wasn't cheap.

- It may not make
any difference.

The exhumation was a failure.

It yielded nothing.

- What-what does that mean?

- Without the syringe mark,
or the missing pages,

Anything this björnsson has done
becomes circumstantial.

Inconsequential.

- Oh...

- I'm so sorry, julia.

(low chatter)

(sighs)

- Oh...
- What're you doing?

- There's a small mark
on her lip.

- Where?

- Here.
- Hm.

- It just makes me think:
If not a syringe mark,

Perhaps someone forced the
victim's mouth open in some way.

- Giving her laudanum
against her will?

- Precisely.

- I would have noticed
a chipped tooth, or pierced lip.

Beyond that I don't see
how such a thing could
ever be established.

- Did you examine
the inside of her mouth?

- Yes.

But, I admit, not with
a specific mind
to finding such indicators.

- You're sure this man works
for prescott?

- Absolutely.

- He's trying to kill me.

After everything
I've done for him?

- What exactly have you done
for him?

- I'm not telling you a thing.

- Sir, as you can see,

Constables are collecting
every scrap of paperwork
in this place

And others will be searching
your accounting office.
- And what of it?

- If you've been stealing
from charity, we'll find out,
whether you help us or not.

- Why are you protecting
someone who wants you dead?

- If I help you convict him,
can you keep me out of jail?

- That may be something
we can arrange.

- I've been in charge of the
alderman's accounts
for over a decade

And he has been
indeed stealing money.

- From the hospital charity?
- Among others.

We run the donations
through the tailor shop

So that they appear
as legitimate earnings
when we deposit them.

And then I doctor
the financials to ensure it.

- Stealing from a hospital
is particularly rotten.

- The hospital is just
the tip of the iceberg.

- Is everything all right?

- Just having a quick look
at one more thing.

- Now, hold on. The purpose
of the exhumation

Was to search
for a syringe mark.

- It will just take one moment.

- This examination was not
explicitly requested--
- oh!

- What is that?
- Oh, my.

- Gunnar björnsson.

Criminal threats, assault,
attempted murder.

And there's more.
- Oh?

- The last time he was in jail,

He was bailed out by none other
than alderman prescott.

- That's a direct connection.

- We have his last
known address.
The lads and I'll bring him in.

And crabtree and higgins
have managed to get
the accountant to spill.

The alderman's going down
one way or another.

- The only problem is
none of this exonerates julia.

(knocking on door)
mcnabb?

- We have word
from the morgue, sirs.

- Gunnar björnsson?
- The one and only.

- You're under arrest
for bribery,

Interference with
a police investigation
and attempted murder.

- Can I finish my stew first?

- Don't get smart.
Get him out of here!

What a waste.

- Thank you for your patience.

We have completed
our examination of the exhumed
body of abigail prescott.

There were no previously
undiscovered markings
on the skin.

- However, we were able to find
an anomaly

That was not discovered
in the original post-mortem.

- Yes. A foreign object
in the deceased's mouth,

Stuck in the back
of her esophagus.

- The object seems to have moved
closer to the top of the throat

Due to the body's
decomposition.

- Hence why it wasn't
previously found despite
mr. Wright's good work.

A brass button.

- A button?
- Why would she have swallowed
a button?

- No, I didn't.

Is that all?
Good day, detective.

- It was him.

(whispers indistinctly)

- I have already signed
the petition and expect
to have a plan in place

As early as next week.

Please excuse me for a moment.

Detective murdoch, of course.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

- Oh, believe me, alderman.
The pleasure is all mine.

- Is that so?

And here I thought
you didn't like me.

- I don't.
- What are you doing?

That is quite enough of this
is harassment, detective.

- Alderman prescott, you are
under arrest

For the murder of your wife,
abigail prescott.

(sighs)

E of evidence
detailing the alderman's
misdeeds.

- This time enough to send him
away for years to come.

- Evidence
of his financial crimes

And the button that places him
at the scene of the murder.

Mrs. Prescott was sending us
a message.

- You think she swallowed it
on purpose, sir?

- In her final moments, yes.

- Bringing him to justice
from beyond the grave.

- In addition to all of that,
this björnsson fellow

Turned on the alderman
faster than a lion's lunch.

He admitted to distracting
dr. Ogden

While the alderman
murdered his wife.

- I'd be willing to wager that

That is finally the end
of alderman prescott.

There is no doubt
of your innocence now.

- I'm so relieved, william.

Effie said the crown will ask
the judge to overturn
the verdict in the morning.

I'll be released by noon.
- That's wonderful.

I can hardly stand the thought
of you spending
one more night here.

- Me neither.

Although, the warden has
extended an olive branch

In light of my wrongful
imprisonment.

He's invited me
to a family dinner.

Oh?
(chuckles)

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