All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S16E21 1080p WEBRip x264-BAE (1)_track3_[eng]

(theme music)

(classical music)

(indistinct chatter)

(♪♪♪)

- Thank you.

There you are.

- This is so exciting, william.

Toronto has entered
a new era of sophistication.

- Is that so?

- With the creation of the
toronto symphony orchestra,

We're no longer
an uncivilized city.

- Oh, I don't know!
I think we're plenty civilized.

Have you seen the number
of churches lately?

- Well, for some people,
the symphony is the true place
of worship.

(brackenreid):
This is the life, margaret.

Mingling with the toffs,

Quaffing bloody good champagne.

- Language, thomas.
We're not in the station house.

- Margaret!
- Oh!

(laughter)

- Who's that?

- You've met her!
Mrs. Serrano.

- Oh!
- The music director
is her husband.

Oh, hello!
- I'm so happy
you could make it.

- We wouldn't have missed it
for the world.

- Mm-hm.
- Oh!

How wonderful you're
an aficionado, inspector.

- Truth be told,
I much prefer the opera.

- Uh!
- Huh...

(forced laugh)

- Have you seen victor?
- Mr. Serrano?

- Yes. He was here.

I've been looking for him.
He's supposed to give a speech.

- Oh.

- Looks as though
I'll have to do it.

(light laughter)

- Thomas.
- What?

- Honestly...

- Victor serrano is
the author of a travesty.

- You have made your opinion
known numerous times,
mr. Block.

- We are the symphony orchestra.

Our artists are the pinnacle
of musical achievement.

- That is true.
- Then why?

Why are we bringing in
a pianist from germany?

- Kriegoff is wonderful.

And, honestly, he'll put
our orchestra on the map.

- Something we are well and able
to do ourselves.

- Excuse me!

Thank you all for coming.

My husband, victor, and I
are so pleased

That you are all here tonight.

And as he is still making
final arrangements,

The pleasure falls to me
of announcing

That tonight's performance
of the toronto symphony

Will include a performance
of tchaikovsky's piano
concerto no. 1

Conducted by maestro de leon

And performed with the great
pianist, gregory kriegoff.

(applause)

- He played that concerto
in new york last year.

- Julia.
(julia): I'm telling you
it was fabulous.

- I've never heard of him.
- Oh. I forgot.

He's not a scientist.

Or a criminal.
- Or a criminal, yes.

- Julia.

Julia ogden?

- Oh! Uh, herbert.

Are you here with the symphony?

- Uh, yes, yes.

That's the very reason
I returned to toronto.

- Oh.

- I never thought
that I'd see you again.

It must be destiny.

(chuckles)

- May I present my husband,
william murdoch.

- Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

- Your husband.

(dry chuckle)

Will the obstacles to our love
never cease?

(uncomfortable chuckle)

- Who was that?

- An old flame,
long extinguished, I assure you.

- Hania ahmad.

Violinist.
- Charmed.

Are you in the orchestra?
- No.

There are no women
in this orchestra.

- Oh, is that so?

- I keep asking mr. Serrano,
but he won't budge.

Perhaps you could
petition him for me?

(chuckles)

- Oh! What?

- Honestly.
(brackenreid sighs)

- No.

It's simply not possible.

The money isn't there!

(sighs)
imbecile.

(door opens)

Just a minute.

(man, from afar): Stop!

Get away from me!
- Margaret, hold that.

- Yes.
- Help me!

Stop!

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music)

- Put me through to station
house four, please.

(dramatic music)

- Well, well, sirs!

It appears I'm underdressed
for the occasion.

Although, given
the circumstances,
I suppose it's appropriate.

- Clearly, he was garroted,

But there seems to be
no other see signs of trauma.

- No murder weapon left behind.

Oh, my.
- What is it?

(julia exclaims admiringly)

- They look like they're worth
a fortune.

(murdoch):
"for all the good times. V."

- Well, we know what
that means, don't we?

- An affair.

- Oh!

- Sir, have a look!

- Pipe and cigarette ash.

- Two people in the room,
perhaps.

- These look quite unique.

- Cigarettes from cairo.

- Was there anyone else
near this office
at the time of the murder?

- Sir, yes, the stage manager,

Donald joseph, has an office
just next to here.

I have him waiting for you
in the lobby.

- Mr. Joseph, I understand
you were in your office

At the time mr. Serrano
was killed?

(sighs)

- Mr. Joseph?

- That's where I told everyone
I would be.

But I was sleeping
in the piano storage room.

Please don't tell anyone.

- That's not my concern.

Are you certain
you didn't see anyone?

- I told you I was asleep.

I don't care much for parties.

- We'll let you know if we have
any further questions.

(mysterious music)

It's as you said.
He was strangled.

- Any other injuries?

- Oh, there were scratches
on his neck

And cuts on his finger
where he tried to get the wire
off his neck.

- Do you have any idea
what kind of wire was used?

- I'm afraid not.

All I know at this point
was the wire was about an eighth
of an inch thick.

I also found this.

- Wood fragments?

From the garrote.

- I'll let you know
if I find anything else.

- Thank you, miss hart.

(light music)

(scoffs)

Julia, have I missed something?

- Oh, only how fabulous I am,
apparently.

(laughs)

- From herbert block.

- Yes. They're all from him.

- Your old flame.

Perhaps not as extinguished
as you'd thought.

Should I be concerned?

- Oh! Don't be silly, william.

Oh, by the way,
I spoke to mrs. Serrano
last night, at her home.

- How is she?

- Do you mean... Do I think
she's guilty of something?

- You know me so well.

- I know that she's going
to be at symphony hall.

She's going ahead
with this concert,
no matter what.

- Curious.

Certainly didn't grieve long.

(laughs)

(indistinct voices
in the background)

Mrs. Serrano.

- Detective.

- You're proceeding
with the concert?

- Of course.

The symphony wasn't just
my husband's dream.

It was a dream we shared.

- Mr. Joseph was seen
near your husband's office.

Do you think it's possible...?

- No, of course not.
They were great friends.

- Do you know of anyone else
who may have wished him harm?

- No. Never. He was a man of
culture and breeding.

- We found these
diamond earrings

In your husband's pocket,

Along with this note.

- Oh!
(chuckles)

He must have bought them
for our anniversary.

He was such a romantic.

Is there anything else?

- Um...

Mrs. Serrano,
did your husband smoke?

- Victor?
Yes, he smoked a pipe.

- Anything else?

- No. Never.

Now if you'll excuse me.

- So, you're julia ogden's
husband?

- Yes, I am.

- Hm.

- Is there something
I can help you with?

- Oh, I'm just observing.

Trying to imagine
what it is she sees in you.

- Well, she obviously saw
enough in me to become my wife.

And in the future,
I would prefer you stopped
sending her unwanted gifts.

- Are you threatening me?

- Hardly.

- I would keep my distance

If I thought the better man
had won, but, uh...

That just doesn't seem
to be the case.

- I don't know
how I can help you.

I'm simply an accountant.

- Have a seat, mr. Cleavy.
(door closing)

In a murder investigation,
it's often quite helpful
to follow the money.

- I did warn him that
his involvement
with a bunch of musicians

Might be a losing proposition.

- Was mr. Serrano involved
in any other ventures that would
cause him to lose money?

Now's the time to be truthful,
mr. Cleavy.

- I wouldn't call it
a venture, per se.

He was also...
(sighs)

Passionate about women.

One in particular.

- I have a feeling you're not
talking about his wife.

- Mr. Serrano was...

Paying for a lady's apartment.

- Do you know who the lady was?

- Mrs. Serrano came to me
just last week

Demanding that I tell her
and I said the same.

- So victor serrano's wife
knew of the affair?

(laughs dryly)
- she most certainly did.

- Sir?
- What is it, crabtree?

- I spoke to mr. Serrano's
bank manager.

The diamond earrings we found
in his possession...

Mrs. Serrano assumed
they were a gift for her.

But they already
belonged to her.

He didn't just buy them.

He collected them
from their safety deposit box.

- She lied to us.

- Also, he withdrew
one thousand dollars.

- One thousand?!

The fool.

- This mystery lady must have
cast quite the spell.

(tuning instruments)

Mrs. Serrano lied to us.

She knew that mr. Serrano
was having an affair.

- She's admitted this?

- Serrano's accountant told me.

It seems like a good reason
for murder.

(mrs. Serrano): I want it done
within the hour.
Do you understand me?

- And she appears
to have a temper.

- Within the hour!

(sighs)

- Mrs. Serrano.
- Yes?

- We'd like a few words.
- I'm quite busy right now.

- Mrs. Serrano, how long
had you known that your husband

Was having an affair
with another woman?
- Sir!

- Mr. Serrano withdrew
a substantial amount of money

Just before he was killed.

We believe
it was for his mistress.

- Mistress?

- He had diamond earrings
in his pocket

And a note
that they were for her.

- You knew your husband
was unfaithful.

And the earrings and the money
were the last straw.

- You were furious with him.
You killed him.

- Have you two lost your minds?

My husband was killed
and instead of being out there
finding his killer,

You're standing here
accusing me?
(exhales angrily)

- Perhaps we could speak
somewhere private?
(scoffs)

- Would you rather
the station house?

(mysterious music)

- Yes, I knew my husband
was having an affair.

- Then why lie?

- 'cause I wanted
to protect his name.
He was a good man.

Even though he was unfaithful.

- And even though he was going
to give your diamond earrings
to someone else?

- And I didn't know about that.

Truly.

And if I had killed him,

Wouldn't I have taken them
with me instead of leaving them
with him?

- Who was your husband
having an affair with?

- I don't know.

- I asked him.

(trembling breath)

I don't know who it was.

He told me he was going to end
the affair

And have nothing more to do
with that woman.

I believed him.

(sniffling)
I loved him.

Am I under arrest?

- Not at this time.

(mrs. Serrano sighs)

If mrs. Serrano is to be
believed,

The mistress was about to be
let go the night of the murder.

- So he tried to rid himself
of her.

She took exception
and strangled him.

- Perhaps.
- But she didn't take
the earrings.

- It's possible she didn't know
about them, or simply took
the money and ran.

- Back to the love nest.
- Possibly.

- Cleavy, the accountant,
paid the bills.
He'll know where it is.

(metallic banging,
indistinct voices)

- What the hell is that?

(notes on the piano,
man shouting in german)

(he sighs)
(mrs. Serrano): Ahem!

(murdoch):
May we be of assistance?

- Who are you?

- Detective william murdoch,
inspector brackenreid.

Toronto constabulary.

- Did you call the police
on me, barbara?

- Absolutely not!

They've been here
since victor's death.

- Oh, ja.
Ja, ja, ja, ja.

Gentlemen,

I am gregory kriegoff.

Have you had any luck
finding my dear friend's killer?

- Not as of yet.

But rest assured that we will.

Now, what appears
to be the problem?

- Ha-ha!
Everything.

I can understand that
the dressing room is
not so good, barbara.

I can understand that there is
no tailor in toronto
who can alter a suit jacket!

But what I cannot understand,
barbara, is a--

(false notes on the piano)
faulty piano!

How am I to play tchaikovsky
on this, huh?

- I-I don't know
how it happened.

The piano was in the storage
room until this morning.

- Well, happen it did!

And now you must fix it!

- May I take a look?

- Huh.

- What do you know about pianos?

(in a low voice):
I don't. Well, I don't.

(notes)

(gregory): The wire is gone!

- Now we know
where the garrote came from.

(indistinct chatter)

- Oh.
We met at university.

- Was it a serious affair?

- More for him than me.

We only stepped out
a couple of times,

But he became obsessed
with me.

At first it was rather
flattering,

But then most disconcerting,
so I broke it off.

- Are you worried now?

- Well, of course not.

- Well, julia, some men
don't know how to take no
for an answer.

- It was a long time ago.

- Years only intensify
those desires.

(violin music)

(music stops)

- Be with me, julia,

And your life will be filled
with music and flowers.

(patrons exclaiming)

- The only name I have for that
apartment is mr. Serrano.

- There was a woman
who lived there.

Or at least frequented
the building.

- Oh. I don't know
what you're implying.

- Did you see a lady go
in and out of the building?

- Oh, no.

And it's been quiet
as the grave the last few days.

Oh, what a blessed relief.

- What, there was noise
coming out of there?

- Was there!

The same tune,
over and over again,

On a violin.

Sometimes I could hear
a woman curse when she played
the wrong note.

- So you never saw the woman,

But you heard her playing?
- Oh, late at night.

I'd hear...

(hums)

- You're humming
the tchaikovsky tune.

- Oh. If you say so.

Now, if you don't mind.

(classical music,
indistinct chatter)

- Miss ahmad,
may we have a word?

- Of course.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

- This is not
a pleasant visit, I'm afraid.

- I see.

- Miss ahmad, what was
the nature of your relationship
with victor serrano?

- I suppose if you are asking,
you are well aware of it.

Victor loved me.

And I loved him.

- But not enough to leave
his wife for you.

- Men are cowards.

- He was breaking it off
with you, wasn't he?

- Miss ahmad, did victor serrano
pay you money the night
that he was killed?

- I am not a harlot, sir.

And you will not speak to me
as if I was one.

- My interest is simply
in finding out
who killed mr. Serrano.

- Something I had
nothing to do with.

- You smoke, miss ahmad?

- On occasion.

Why?

- May I see your cigarettes?

- Egyptian cigarettes.
Interesting.

- And very expensive.

Mr. Kriegoff gave me
the whole package.

- The pianist.

- Hand rolled especially
for him in cairo.

Would you care for one?

- For the purposes of evidence.
Thank you.

It's my belief that smoking
reduces your lung capacity.

Can't possibly be good for you.

- Many things that aren't good
for you bring you pleasure, sir.

- Ain't that the truth.

Good day.

(aria playing)

- Mr. Kriegoff?

Detective murdoch,
toronto constabulary.

(loud music continues)

(clicking)

(dramatic music)

- Ah, detective murdoch.
Mm.

Please, accept my apologies.

- Do you always carry a gun
when you bathe?

- On occasion.

I'm a little on edge lately.

- Mm.

Mr. Kriegoff,
I know you lied.

You didn't just arrive
in toronto today, did you?

- I may not have.

But this is hardly a crime,
is it?

- These are your brand?

- Hm. Indeed.

- We found this packet
in mr. Serrano's office

The night that he was killed.

- Oh, but they are
not unique to me.

- Miss ahmad says that they are.

- Ah, yes.

She's a delightful creature,
is she not?

Perhaps not.

Did she kill victor?

- Mr. Kriegoff, what were
you doing with mr. Serrano
before he died?

If you prefer, I can take you
down to the station house

And throw you in our cells.

- You wouldn't.

Prison would ruin my reputation!
Hmm...

Turn around.

- So you can raise your weapon
at me again?

- So I can get out of the tub.

I will explain everything.
Please, mm?

I was with victor
before he died.

I wired him from new york,
ahem, desperate.

You see, some very bad men
had told me

That if I did not give them
money,

That they...

Were going to cut off
my fingers.

- Who were these men?

- Uh, I would rather not say,
but they wanted
a thousand dollars.

- Why?

(sighs)
- well...

I might have owed it to them,
but victor,

He's an old friend and
he said that he would give me
the money, so.

- How do I know you weren't
extorting him?

- I would never!

I love victor.

Victor saved my life.

He wanted to just give me
the money,

But I promised him I would pay
him back every penny

And I still will,
just...

To his widow.

- Did mr. Serrano say anything
to you about his life?

Was anyone threatening him?

- Not him.

But...

Someone was threatening
his mistress.

Apparently, a former
acquaintance of hers

Was getting a little pushy.

- She told him someone
was threatening her life?

- I suppose so.

But then victor did also say
that she was
one of those people

Who was just prone to these
flights of fancy, so.

Ah!

Poor victor.

He just did not know
what to believe.

(orchestral, dramatic music)

- Sir.
(knocks on door)

Who do you think did it?

- Could be any one of them,
george.

We have four viable suspects;

No murder weapon.

- But we know it was piano wire.

Is that right, sir?
- It was.

- Didn't mr. Joseph tell us
he was sleeping in the storage
room where they kept pianos?

- He certainly did.

Henry?

- Sir?

- See what you can find out
about a herbert block.

He's a member of the orchestra.
- Of course, sir.

- Herbert block, sir.

I don't see him
on your board there.

- He isn't. It's an
unrelated matter, george.

(birdsong)

(rattling in the distance)

- Hello?

Oh...

(rattling continues)

Hello?

(ominous music)

Oh, herbert.

What are you doing here?

- I'm here for you.

- Did... Did you just walk
into my house?

- When we were courting, you
didn't mind a surprise visit.

- That was a very long time ago.

- This is for you.

M'lady.

- Oh, for goodness' sake!

Herbert, get up!

I'm married, herbert.
And very happily!

- Run away with me.

- Leave at once.

Or I'll see to it
that my husband puts you
behind bars!

- Julia.
- Get out!

Out!

- Yeah.
- Out!

(sighs)

(exhales nervously)

(♪♪♪)

- Sir, you've attended symphony
performances in the past,
have you not?

- I have.

- What instrument does
the conductor play?

(scoffs)
- none at all, george.

- Well, then what exactly
does he do?

- He... Leads the orchestra.

- How exactly does he do that?

- This must be the storage room.

So this is where mr. Joseph
was sleeping.

- Sir, a letter from him
to miss ahmad.

- "why won't you
answer me, my love?
You are killing me."

- It's odd he didn't send it.
He sounds quite lovesick.

Sir, can I ask another question
if you don't mind?

- Yes, of course, george.

- Do you think it's time I start
thinking about having children?

- Oh!

I don't think I'm the person--

- I just don't want to do it
at too advanced an age.

- Oh. I hardly think
that you're that. You--

- I mean, effie and I wonder
how you manage sometimes.

Well, just as where you
and dr. Ogden are... Oh, my!

What do we have here?

- Oh!

If I'm not mistaken,
that is the murder weapon.

- What are you doing here?

- Mr. Joseph, we'd like
to have a word--

Stop!

Ooh!

(george panting)

(♪♪♪)

(panting)

- William?

(panting)

- Stop!

- Sweet mother...

Doctor?

(♪♪♪)

(murdoch grunts)

(grunting)

- Oh, william!

Good. I need to talk to you.

Now
you're married.

- I did make that clear, yes.

- I'll have a word with him.
- Thank you.

His visit was
a troubling intrusion

And usually I wouldn't worry,
but with susannah...

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- ...High standard
that we maintain.

- But if you--
- mr. Carli,

You are a pleasure
to watch perform,
but you are undisciplined.

Please shape up.

- Hm.

- Mrs. Serrano,
if I might have a word?

- I heard that mr. Joseph
ran off.

Did you catch him?

- No, mr. Joseph hasn't returned
to his former lodgings

And constables
haven't seen him anywhere.

- I don't know why he would run.

There must be
some misunderstanding.

- You stated earlier
that mr. Joseph and your husband
were quite close.

Is it possible
there was some animosity?

- Never.

Donald and victor were friends.

They both loved the symphony.

They lived for the music.

Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Of course.

(grunts lightly)

- Ah, excuse me, sir, a word?

- Of course.

- That chap is the conductor,
isn't it?

- Indeed.
Do not disturb him.

He's very busy.
- No, of course.

I-I'm just curious as to...

What does a conductor do?

- Excuse me?

- Well, all you musicians
read music, do you not?

- Of course.

- And you all rehearse
and practise together?

- Regularly.

- So, the musicians
all know their parts?

- I should hope so.

- Then, presumably, you could
all play those parts, together,

Even if he were, say, not there?

- Is there a point
to your inquiries?

- I'm just curious as to
what does a conductor do?

- He is the maestro.

He's the lord and master
of the music.

- George!
- Sir!

Ah!

I'm sure the role of conductor
is very necessary!

Necessary in ways
I can't fathom.

Sir, I have your hat.

- I need you to go
to miss ahmad's rooms.

Now, if mr. Joseph is in love
with her, as the note suggests,

Then that's likely
the next place he'll go.

- Sir.

- Are you sure
you don't want some?

- Ah, thank you, no.

- Please sit.

Do you really think mr. Joseph
will come here?

- Well, it's a hunch
of the detective's.

- We have reason
to believe that mr. Joseph is
in love with you.

- It wouldn't surprise me.

I know it sounds scandalous,

But mr. Serrano was going
to leave his wife for me.

- Was he now?
- Yes.

And that is likely
why mr. Joseph killed him.

- Do you know that?

- I don't know it, but it does
stand to reason, doesn't it?

(sighs)

- Love's labour is never easy.

- What do you mean?
- Oh! This symphony.

I have no stage manager,

An angry soloist and now
my principal second violinist
has just quit!

- Herbert block? Why?
- Yeah.

- Oh, he said his heart
was broken.

- Where is he now?
- I have no idea.

- So, you think this was
the murder weapon?

- I believe so, yes.

- And you say
you found it among
mr. Joseph's possessions?

- Yes.
- Why didn't he get rid of it?

- Perhaps he didn't have time?

That fact is troubling me,
as well.

Sir, look at this.

It's a letter from miss ahmad

Begging mr. Serrano
to let her play violin
in the orchestra.

- She's definitely persistent.
She even told me that.

No, there's something...

Look at this, sir.

We found this letter
in the storage room

Supposedly written
by mr. Joseph.

- They're written
in the same hand.

She wrote them both.
But why?

- To make mr. Joseph
appear guilty of murder.

- We're dealing with a very
devious woman, murdoch.

- One who george is
currently with.

- It was going to be perfect.

Mr. Serrano was going to help me
truly begin my career
as a soloist.

My life was going to be
a wonderful adventure.

But now it is in ruins.

Donald!

Get out!
- You told me you loved me!

- I don't want to see you!
Constable, arrest him!

- Mr. Joseph, you're coming
to the station house with me.

You're under arrest for murder.

- Murder?
I did no such thing.

- You had motive.

We found your love letter
to miss ahmad.

She was having an affair
with serrano.

Did you kill him so
you could have her to yourself?

- I didn't!
Hania, how could you?

(gunshot, painful groan)

- Bloody hell!

- Hand me that!

- Hania, you betrayed me.

(panting)

- Sirs.

Better late than never.

- I want to go home.

- I'm afraid that is not
in your future.

We found your fingermarks
on the weapon that killed
mr. Serrano.

- I don't know how they got--
- please, stop lying.

Mr. Serrano wasn't going
to leave his wife for you,
was he?

And he also wasn't going
to let you play
in the orchestra, either.

So, in a fit of rage...

You killed him.

- You found the weapon
in mr. Joseph's office.

- Because you put it there,

Along with a desperate
love letter

To make him appear
as though he would be willing
to kill for love.

- I stopped him from killing me.

I am a gifted violinist
and a woman worth killing for.

Can't you see that?

Why won't you believe me?

I'm a star!
(door closing)

- My husband may have had
a wandering eye,

But he did not deserve
his fate.

Thank you
for catching his killer.

- You're most welcome.
- My condolences, mrs. Serrano.

- Victor would have been
so pleased with this evening.

Ah, well, the show must go on.

- And I am sure
it will go without a hitch.

- Well, I wish I had
your confidence, sir.

- Well, at least
she got her violinist back.

I saw that herbert fellow
about half an hour ago.

- Is that so?

- Ah, sir.
- Yes?

- Uh, the other sir. Uh.

- What is it, henry?

- Well, I found out some news
about mr. Block.

He could be
a dangerous fellow, sir.

- How so?

- He was suspected of killing
a man who had stolen
his previous lady friend,

But nothing
could ever be proven.

(bell ringing in hall)

- Good gracious!
Is there a fire?

- They're simply telling us
to take our seats.

- William?

- I'll be along
in just a moment.

- Margaret.
- What?

- We're sat here. This aisle.
- But--

- What? Why do they get
the better seats?

- These seats are fine.

- You're the inspector.

We should get the better seats.

- Margaret, we'll still be
able to hear the music.

- But I'll hardly be able to see
the handsome conductor.

- Barely get the water
in my dressing room hot enough
to soak my arms!

- I'm sure you'll be wonderful.

- Pardon me.
I'm looking for herbert block.

- I saw him in the wings earlier
but he's not onstage.

I don't know where he is
and the maestro is furious.

- Oh, I see.

- I do love tchaikovsky.

Do you know he was a child
prodigy on the piano?

- I assume most of these
composer types were.

- Perhaps if we have a child,
they'll take up the piano?

- I don't know. Lessons would be
awfully expensive.

I'm just joking.

Only the best for george junior.
(audience applauds)

(soft classical music)

(uptempo classical music)

- Prepare to be thrilled.

I am on in one minute.

- Well, perhaps I should
join my wife.

- Mmph. If only to keep her
from swooning.

- Good lord.

(applause)

(gun cocking)

(quiet whispering
in the audience)

(music starts)

Stop!

(grunts)

No!

(panting)

No! Stop!

(crowd exclaiming)

Give me your hand.
(groaning)

(screams)

(crashing)

(exclaiming)

- Thomas!

Do something!

- Oh! Bloody hell.
- Oh!

(coughs)

(crowd exclaims)

(grunts)

(applause)

- Well, it seems...

Our victim wasn't the only one
caught in a love triangle.

- What do you mean?

- You, me,

Your old paramour.

- William...

There was never a triangle.

There was only a straight line
from my heart to yours.

- Is that so, doctor?

(chuckles)

- You dance beautifully
to tchaikovsky.

- You're not so bad yourself.

(♪♪♪)

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