All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S03E05 - Me, Myself and Murdoch (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

The farmhands
are on their way in.

Should I fetch Charlotte?

No.
Leave her be.

This will just set her off.

Is he still in his room?

Last I checked,
he was asleep on the settee.

Let's go wake him up.

♫ For he's
a jolly good fellow ♫

♫ For he's
a jolly good fellow ♫

♫ For he's
a jolly good fellow ♫

♫ Which nobody can deny ♫

- Happy Birthday!
- Happy Birthday!

Aah!

What do we know, George?

Very little thus far, sir.

Higgins and I just arrived
ourselves.

Do we have a name?

Alexander Taylor.

He was discovered by his wife,
son, and two farmhands.

They had gathered to celebrate
his 60th birthday.

Looks to be the work of an ax.

Where are the witnesses?

Detective, we have Bernice
Taylor, wife of the victim,

Joshua, his son,

and the two farmhands,
Clive Brewster and Norman Copps.

Why are you wasting time
talking to us?

We know who did it.

You do?

It was my daughter.

She's in her room.

She's locked the door,
and she won't come out.

We don't know it's her, Mother.

Don't be stupid.

Who else would it be?

Her name is Charlotte,
and you should be very careful.

Miss Taylor?

Detective Murdoch
of the Toronto Police.

I'd like to have a word
with you.

Miss Taylor?

Force the door.

Stand back inside!
We're coming in!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry for?

I killed Daddy.

I see.

I think I've got
the devil inside me.

Miss Taylor,
please give me the ax.

Give it to me.

Give me the ax now.

No!

Aah!

How's the arm, George?

Well, she broke the skin, sir.

There's quite a bit of bruising.

Fortunately, my uniform took
the brunt of it.

Sir, I think she swallowed
my cuff link.

And how is the prisoner
this morning?

She seems docile now,
even somewhat disconsolate.

Well, George, she admits
to killing her father

and faces death by hanging.

All good cause
for sober self-reflection.

I don't care if she's dancing
the Gay Gordon.

If she signs a confession,
we'll argue for leniency.

I don't want this to turn into
another Lizzie Borden fiasco.

She made
the whole police department

look like complete
bloody fools, she did.

Who's Gay Gordon?

Scottish, I believe.

Good morning, Miss Taylor.

I'm Detective Murdoch.
Do you remember me?

Were you the one I bit?

No.

No, that was Constable Crabtree.

Please convey my apologies
to him.

I will.

Miss Taylor,
as you are no doubt aware,

murder is a capital offense.

But if you're willing
to cooperate

and sign a full confession,

we will argue for leniency.

Do you understand?

Yes, of course.

All right.

Miss Taylor, did you strike
your father in the chest

with an ax last night?

Yes, I believe I did.

And why did you kill
your father?

I'm possessed by the devil.

Miss Taylor, I'm afraid the
courts won't accept a confession

from someone who claims
the devil made them do it.

But it's the truth.

Miss Taylor, Charlotte,

did your father beat you?

Maybe.

Is that why you killed him?

I don't remember.

Miss Taylor.

It's the truth.
I don't remember.

This girl is willing to sign
a confession,

but you won't let her?

Sounds familiar.

She doesn't remember
committing the crime, sir.

Only standing over the bloodied
body with an ax in her hand.

After she plunged it
into his chest.

This isn't unprecedented, sir.

People have been known
to block out

the memory of traumatic events.

It's referred to
as hysterical amnesia.

Anyone could have killed
Mr. Taylor

during Charlotte's blackout.

You know the game she's playing,
don't you?

She feigns cooperation
hoping to avoid the noose

yet leaves the door open
for acquittal.

This doesn't seem calculated.

This woman is clearly disturbed,
sir.

Oh, of course she is.

Nobody sticks an ax
through Daddy's ribs

unless they've got
a few bats in the belfry.

I understand your concern.

And if Charlotte Taylor
committed a crime,

we'll find out.

If?

One blow to the upper chest.

Missed the heart but severed
the left pulmonary artery.

Death would have been quick.

Yes, but if he was asleep,

it certainly
would have awakened him.

What sort of blood spatter
would you expect

from a wound such as this?

Miss Taylor had almost
no blood on her clothing.

The dynamics of such a thing
are difficult to predict.

One must account
for the recoil of the ribs

as well as the pressurized spray
from the severed artery.

Is it possible she could have
escaped such spatter?

It's possible, yes.

Likely? No.

In fact, I would have expected
her to be fairly drenched

in the stuff.

She's savage.

She's an arm-biting,
ax-wielding savage.

- George.
- Sir.

I need you to return
to that property

and look for any items
of clothing with blood on them.

Yes, sir.

Also, we'll need to speak
with anyone

who was in or around that house

in the hour prior to the body
being discovered.

Sir, it would appear her brother
Joshua is already here.

Please, sir.
I wish to see my sister.

I'm afraid access to prisoners
is restricted.

But I must see her.

She needs me.

She's very fragile.

Begging you pardon, she didn't
appear that fragile last night.

I don't mean in a physical way.

She's mentally unwell.

Oh?

Her behavior can be erratic,

especially when she's upset.

She's been violent before?

Never without provocation.

But if she was provoked...

Then it would be self-defense,
would it not?

My father was a cruel
and angry man,

especially when he was drunk.

Was he drunk last night?

Well, he was drunk every night.

I'm not sorry that he's dead.

I know that's a terrible thing
for a son to say,

but it's the truth.

And what were you doing
last night

between 7:00 and 8:00 p.m.

Am I a suspect, then?

That will depend on your answer.

I was in my room
until just before 8:00,

then went to the kitchen to join
the birthday celebration.

Can anyone confirm this?

I'm sorry, no.

Now can I please see Charlotte?

She needs to know
that she's not alone.

Joshua!

It's all right.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Sir.

I'm afraid we haven't found
any garments with blood on them.

They've probably been disposed
of by now, but keep looking.

I've informed Bernice Taylor
and the farmhands

that you'll be
interviewing them.

Good.

Let's start with the farmhands,
shall we?

So, you were here in the
bunkhouse between 7:00 and 8:00

except for a period
of 15 minutes

when you went to buy
pipe tobacco?

That's right.

The store is 300 yards away.

Shouldn't take you more than 3
to 4 minutes either direction.

Yet according to the other
farmhand, you took 15.

I don't even know
why you're talking to me.

It's obvious
who done the old man in.

Who is that?

That loony daughter.

Off her bloody nut, she is.

Spends her day on the swing,
watching us work.

Sucking her thumb
like a little girl.

Clive didn't seem to mind,
but she gave me the creeps.

Did she ever talk
about her father?

As in "I'm going to bury an ax
in his chest"?

No.

She didn't like her father much.
Nobody did.

She was more afraid of him
than anything, really.

What did you think of him?

We got on.

But I get on
with pretty much everybody.

Mr. Brewster, where were you
during the 15-minute period

when Mr. Copps went to buy
pipe tobacco?

It wasn't me that killed him,
sir.

But if my opinion matters
at all,

I don't think it was her
that done it, neither.

Why would you say that?

'Cause it just don't seem like
the girl I've come to know.

You want to know
who I think done it?

It was that woman
who calls herself her mother.

Me?

You have the murderer
in custody.

She confessed.

Not exactly.

She can't take responsibility
for her actions is what it is.

She may be crazy
as a March hare,

but she's not an innocent.

- Believe me.
- Really?

We tried.
We really did.

Alex took a firm hand,
but it did no good.

He always thought that she was
either crazy or evil.

I thought it was a bit of both.

And where were you

during the hour prior to finding
your husband's body?

I split my time between
the kitchen and the dining room.

At about 20 to 8:00,

I went upstairs to put on
my good dress.

It was his birthday after all.

You were alone?

For the most part.

So, no one can confirm your
whereabouts during that time?

That's right.

Bernice Taylor
was in the kitchen.

Charlotte was in her bedroom,

which is across the hall
from Alexander Taylor's study.

The son, Joshua,
was in his bedroom.

Where was the ax?

Buried in a log
outside beside the porch.

Whoever killed Alexander Taylor
would have retrieved the ax

and accessed the study
by way of these stairs.

Presumably, the killer
would have exited the same way.

The whole thing would have taken
less than 2 minutes.

So, what you're saying
is Charlotte

or any one of these four
could have done it?

Yes.

Bloody marvelous.

It's as I was saying.

Sir?

Well, everyone's in different
parts of the house.

No one sees anything.

Daddy gets axed, and she walks.

It's Lizzie Borden
all over again.

Well, I'm not going to stand by

while some smartass turns this
into a nursery rhyme.

Let's get her back
in the interview room.

I'll take a crack at her myself.

You plunged an ax
into your father's chest

and now you're trying to tell me
that you don't remember it?

I only remember pulling it out.

That's bloody convenient,
isn't it?

Does this happen to you a lot,
this forgetting business?

Yes.

Does it?

I often forget bad things
I've done.

That's how I know I'm possessed.

Listen to me, missy.

I'm onto your game.

Do you really think this ploy

is going to help you escape
the noose?

- No.
- Good.

Because it won't!

A jury of your peers
will see right through

your wide-eyed innocent act

to the cunning little schemer
that you are.

I'm not --

And they will hang you
until you're dead.

Now, you may not remember
your neck breaking

as the rope snaps taut,

but as sure as I'm standing
here, you're going to feel it!

No!

Leave her alone!

- Bloody hell.
- Sir.

I've a good mind
to give her a damn --

Go on.
I'll claw your eyes out.

Sir, please.

Leave her alone with me
for a moment.

Nngh!

What's the matter?
You scared of me?

What did you mean,
"Leave her alone?"

Leave who alone?

Charlotte.

But you're Charlotte.

No.

Charlotte's gone away for a bit.

Then, who are you?

I'm her guardian angel.

You can call me Maddie.

You're Charlotte's
guardian angel?

Well, maybe not an angel.

I watch over her.

Charlotte's weak, you know.

Someone's got to watch out
for her.

By striking a police inspector?

Your inspector's a big boy.

He can handle it.

Where is Charlotte now?

I don't know.

Is Charlotte aware of you?

No.

You think she would be,

after all the situations
I've left her in.

The thing is,

I have no control over
when Charlotte comes back.

Is that why Charlotte
has no recollection

of killing her father?

Because you did?

Maddie?

Who's Maddie?

You're telling me
that there's two women

occupying the same body?

The same brain?

Sir, dual personalities
are rare,

but they have been reported
in medical literature.

What of the soul, sir?

We're only allotted one.

Does that soul split into two?

Half go to heaven,
half go to hell?

I don't know, George.

And what if one
of the personalities

committed the murder

without the knowledge
of the other?

I mean, do they both hang?
That doesn't seem fair.

Well, that's what the lass
is counting on, isn't it?

Sir, her family has noted
her instability for years.

If this is all
a diabolical scheme,

she's been planning it
for quite some time.

All right.

Assuming there's a germ of truth
to this claptrap,

you're saying it's this Maddie
who did it?

She clearly has
violent tendencies.

So, what's your next step?

Consult with an expert.

I came as soon as I heard.

I appreciate it, Dr. Roberts.

Did I understand
the telegram correctly?

Do you really have a case of
dual personality on you hands?

It appears so.

Have you ever dealt
with such a case?

Regrettably, no.
They're extremely rare.

But it's
a fascinating condition.

This is Charlotte Taylor.

Shy, withdrawn.

But her alter ego, Maddie,
is quite the opposite.

Detective, I would very much
like to study Miss Taylor,

but I realize you have
your own agenda.

Yes, I need to find out
what happened in that house.

And whether she's guilty or not,

I'm convinced
this woman holds the key.

I'm possessed by the devil.

Do you really believe that?

What else could it be?

It's not me doing these things,
I swear it.

It's not the devil, Charlotte.

Then, what is it?

Am I crazy?

I don't think you are.

Then how do you explain
the things I do?

What things?

Once I woke up stark-naked
in a strange man's bed.

I don't even remember
how I got there.

I ran out of the house
and he chased after me,

so I started screaming.

The police came
and took me home.

Father was very angry.

He locked me in the cellar
for two days.

I also do other things.

Terrible things.

I don't even remember doing
them, but everybody else does.

What's wrong with me?

You have a very rare condition
called a dual personality.

Your mind is divided
into two distinct entities.

Someone very different
from you emerges

when you become upset.

Yes, and she views herself
as your protector.

My protector?

She wouldn't do these things
if she were my protector.

Charlotte, you don't seem
entirely shocked

at this revelation.

Have you sensed
the presence of someone else?

I always thought
it was the devil.

I suppose I should be grateful
it's not.

She calls herself Maddie?

Strange men have called me that.

Not the kind of men decent girls
should make company with.

Well, did she do it, then?

Did she kill my father?

We have no idea.

She exhibits the symptoms,

but, obviously,
my diagnosis is incomplete

until I speak with Maddie.

The question is,
how to bring her out?

She seems to only emerge
when Charlotte is threatened.

Well, the last thing
we need to do

is to cause more trauma
to her psyche.

Perhaps we could use hypnosis.

I mean, there's no guarantee
it'll work.

We're in uncharted territory
here.

You're floating.

Free from every constraint.

Released from the bounds
of time and flesh.

You have no body.

Can you feel the chair
beneath you?

No.

Charlotte,
this is Detective Murdoch.

I'd like to speak with Maddie,
please.

Maddie's not here.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Sir, you should see this.

We found it in the cellar.

Higgins dug it
out of a coal bin.

Where's Mrs. Taylor now?

I brought her in.
She's in your office.

Thank you, George.

I took it off after
I finished baking the cake.

I dropped it in the hamper
in the bedroom.

Charlotte must have put it on
before she killed Alexander.

So she went down to the cellar,
hid it in the coal box,

returned to the scene of the
crime and retrieved the ax,

then went to her bedroom and
waited for the police to arrive?

Why would she do that?
It doesn't make sense.

Nothing that girl does
makes sense.

She must have been
trying to frame me.

Was the mother being set up,
then?

Possibly.

I suppose anyone could have
stuffed the apron

in the coal bin.

The question is "Why?"

Sir, I have never seen a woman
express such disdain

for her own daughter.

Hard to love a child like that,
I suppose.

Yes.

Is she unloved
because she's disturbed,

or is she disturbed
because she is so unloved?

Any luck?

I just can't seem
to bring Maddie out.

I was afraid of this.

We could use drugs.

I've been experimenting
with fungal hallucinogens.

I guess we'll
have to do this the hard way.

Will she remember this session?

No.

Bring her out, please.

Wake up, Charlotte.

Charlotte,
you've been under hypnosis.

And do you know
what we've learned?

What?

You've been lying to us.

No.

Yes.

You murdered your father.

No.
It wasn't me.

It was Maddie.

There is no Maddie.
There's only you, Charlotte.

And you butchered
your own father in cold blood.

And now you are going to pay
for it.

You are going to hang
by the neck until you are dead!

Stop it!

Stop it!

You can't win, Maddie.

You have to cooperate.

Are you going to introduce me
to your friend?

Maddie, this is Dr. Roberts.

Not a regular doctor, are you?

No, I'm not.

That's a shame.

Maddie?

What?

I want to know about
the night your father died.

I don't know!

My first memory was when
you took the ax from my hand.

You're lying to us.

You told us
you protect Charlotte.

I do.

Then why do you not remember
what she remembers?

I don't know.

It's like a dream.

The memory fades.

So, if you don't remember

and Charlotte claims
not to remember...

Then Charlotte's lying.

I didn't think
she had it in her.

Hmm.

They can't both have suffered
blackouts at the same time.

One of them must be lying.

Unless Charlotte suffered

from an episode
of hysterical amnesia,

as you first suspected.

We'll have to put Charlotte
under hypnosis again.

Excuse me.

Good day, Doctor.

Anything to report?

Ah, yes, Alexander Taylor
had cirrhosis of the liver.

Not surprising.

Anything else?

No, that was it.

You've heard about our suspect,
haven't you?

A dual personality.

It's so fascinating.

And, naturally, as a doctor,

you have a clinical interest
in the condition.

Of course.

But it's so rare.

Would you like to observe
the interview?

Why, yes!

I mean, if that's all right.

She's well under.

Can you take her back to the
night of her father's murder?

Charlotte, it's the night
of your father's murder.

Where are you?

I'm in my bedroom.

Charlotte, what do you see?

What do you hear?

I hear someone coming
up the stairs.

Who is it, Charlotte?

I don't know.

You have to think hard.

Part of you knows.

Someone is coming up the stairs.

What happens next?

Mommy?

Mommy?

Charlotte?

I'm Girly.

Girly?

How old are you?

Three.

Girly, I need you
to sit down now.

Girly, please sit down.

I need to ask you
some questions.

I want Maddie.

Maddie?

My dolly.

Maddie is the name
of your dolly?

She's in the cellar.

Can you get her for me?

'Cause she's scared
of the cellar.

I'll fetch Maddie for you

if you answer some questions
for me.

Is this about Daddy?

Yes, Girly.

What happened to your daddy?

He's dead.

Somebody killed him.

Who killed him, Girly?

It's a secret.

This is very serious, Girly.

I'm a police officer,
and I need --

I said it's a secret!

Girly.

Girly?

They used to call me that.

Three personalities.

Has that ever happened before?

There have been cases
of as many as four.

Why did she think
I was her mother?

Perhaps there's a resemblance.

I don't see it.

For one,
her mother is much older.

Yes, but Girly seems to be
a personality

frozen at the age of three.

Perhaps Dr. Ogden reminds her
of her mother at a younger age.

At any rate, Dr. Ogden
seemed to serve as a trigger

for bringing Girly out.

We may need your help
next time we speak with her.

Of course.

Well, you know where I am.

Well, you two appear to be
having fun with your new toy.

Have you made any progress
on the case?

- Yes.
- What?

Girly seems to know
who committed the murder.

Either she witnessed
someone doing it

or knows which of
the other personalities did.

So, why are you hanging
around here, then?

Charlotte re-emerged

before Girly could tell us
who the killer was.

Oh, well, that's bloody
convenient, isn't it?

Can't you see
she's having you on?

But, sir, how would she know
how to have us on?

Very few people have even heard
of split personalities.

And her behavior is
in accordance with such cases.

Look, I don't care if this is
coming from Maddie, Charlotte,

or the latest incarnation
of Genghis Khan,

just get the truth out of her.

Girly, could you look at me,
please?

Girly, the detective needs
to ask you some questions.

All right.

Girly, when we last spoke,

you told me you knew
who killed your father.

Is that right?

How do you know?

He walked by my room.

Him?

He was carrying an ax.

Who was it?

I can't tell.

It's a secret.

Girly, it's not good
to keep secrets about this.

I promised.

Who did you promise?

Boo Boo.

And who's Boo Boo?

You know!

Well, of course I know.

But we're just playing a game.

You like games, don't you?

So, let's play a whisper game.

I want you to whisper
in the detective's ear

who Boo Boo is.

He's my brother.

I don't care what she said.
I am not Boo Boo.

For God sakes, Boo Boo
doesn't even exist.

How do you mean?

He's her imaginary friend.

She used to talk to him
when she was upset.

Used to?

She grew up and forgot about him
for the most part.

But not completely?

When Charlotte misbehaved,

Father would drag her
down to the cellar

and lock her down there.

Why not simply lock her
in her room?

Because she was terrified
of the cellar.

I don't know why,

but she would scream down there
for hours.

Eventually,
when Father was asleep,

I'd unlock the door.

Charlotte would be curled up
at the top of the stairs

with her thumb in her mouth,

murmuring "Boo Boo"
over and over.

An imaginary friend?

An imaginary friend.

So, how does an imaginary friend

bury a real ax
in a real man's chest?

Perhaps Boo Boo
is a fourth personality.

A brother figure
who protects Charlotte

from the ravages of her father.

But Charlotte
seemed to witness Boo Boo

as someone separate
from herself,

an independent entity.

I have patients who,
when experiencing abuse,

have the ability to disassociate
from themselves.

As though
they're witnessing the abuse

happening to someone else?

Exactly.

Hold it.

You're telling me
that this imaginary friend

that she saw walk by her room
with an ax

was Charlotte herself?

Well, not Charlotte, but...

Yes, yes, yes,
another bloody personality.

Is that what you're saying?

Yes.

Unless Boo Boo actually existed.

George.

Sir?

George, I want you to dig up
everything you can

on the Taylor family.

See if Charlotte ever had
an older brother.

Sir.

Well, how should we proceed?

Murdoch?

Charlotte's
multiple personalities

seem to be a result of trauma.

Perhaps we should find out
what that trauma was.

Girly was a personality frozen
at three.

Perhaps the trauma
occurred there.

Let's take her back to that age.

Charlotte,
we're taking you back in time.

Far, far back.

You're small.

Very small.

We need a specific
time reference.

You've just lost Maddie.

Do you remember Maddie?

She's my doll.

That's right.

Where is she?

In the cellar.

Why don't you go and get her?

I don't want to.

You don't like the cellar,
do you?

Bad things happen in the cellar.

What kind of things?

Charlotte, you need to go
down to the cellar.

Your favorite doll Maddie
is down there.

She needs you to come get her.

No.

I'm scared.

Why, Charlotte?

Why are you scared to go
down to the cellar?

Daddy's down there.

What's Daddy doing?

He's got an ax.

What's he doing with the ax?

Charlotte,
what's Daddy doing with the ax?

No!

Daddy, stop!

Boo Boo!

Bring her out.
Bring her out now!

What happened?

We need to find out
what happened in that cellar.

This is where we found
the bloodied apron.

Anything in particular
you're looking for, sir?

I don't know, Henry.

But something happened down here
17 years ago.

Something terrible, I suspect.

Well, it all seems
on the up-and-up now, sir.

Cement floor and all.

You don't often see them
in houses this old, do you, sir?

No, no, you don't.

In fact,
I'll wager this was poured

after the house was built.

Henry,
I want a couple of men down here

with sledgehammers and shovels

to excavate the ground
under this floor.

And tell them to be very careful
when they dig.

Sir, I've done some
investigating at city records.

What did you find out, George?

Well, it seems the Taylor house

used to belong
to a Gerald Edwards.

He died in 1875,

leaving the house to his widow,
Bernice.

Bernice?
As in Bernice Taylor?

The very same.

A year after
her husband's death,

Bernice remarries
to Alexander Taylor.

So both Joshua and Charlotte
are Alexander's children.

Correct.

But she had a 10-year-old son
from her first marriage.

What was his name?

Robert Edwards.

Robert.

Bobby?

Boo Boo.

Get Mrs. Taylor back in here,
George.

Sir.

Robert ran away from home
when he was 13.

Why?

He was always a troublesome lad.

He butted heads
with his stepfather.

You know how they get
at that age.

And you never saw him again?

No.

He never wrote.
He never came back.

Well, that must have broken
your heart.

Children do that to you,
you know?

Sir, sorry to interrupt.

I just received word
from Higgins.

They've found something
in the cellar.

I can't tell much
about the victim

until I lay the skeleton out.

But I can say the bones have
been shattered and severed.

With an ax?

Seems likely.

What is that?

I believe it's Maddie.

So, was it Robert Edwards,
the older brother,

that we just dug up?

I think so.

I suspect that while
she was retrieving her doll

from the cellar,

Charlotte accidentally witnessed
her father

chopping up her brother's body.

Bloody hell.

His mother attests

that Robert had
a difficult relationship

with his stepfather.

Well, a 13-year-old naturally
butts heads with his own father.

How much worse would it be

to live with an abusive,
drunken stepfather?

Yes, but drunken and abusive
enough to kill his wife's son?

Do you think the mother knew?

I don't think so.

But I can't help but wonder
why she cared so little

about her son's disappearance.

Sir, Dr. Ogden would like
to see you in the morgue.

The body was chopped
into 11 pieces,

but that wasn't
the cause of death.

Look at the hyoid bone.

It's fractured.

The victim was strangled.

So he was murdered in the cellar

and then dismembered
for easier burial.

This isn't the body
of Robert Edwards, William.

Judging by the size
of the pelvic bone,

it's obvious the victim
was a woman.

A woman.

Likely in her early 30s.

That's why Bernice was
so hostile and indifferent

toward her children.

It wasn't her brother Charlotte
saw chopped into pieces.

It was her mother.

But her mother's alive.

No.

If I'm not mistaken,
this is her mother.

Alexander told me
that his wife had run off

with some Englishman
and left him with the children.

You never suspected
he'd killed her.

Oh, no, of course not.

I met him at church.

He seemed lonely.
I felt sorry for him.

So sorry you decided
to impersonate his wife?

Well, that was Alexander's idea.

He wanted to sell off the back
40, and his wife held title.

So you took her name.

I was taking his anyway.

What about the children?

They were too young to remember
their true mother,

and Robert had run off
before I came on the scene.

I tried. I really tried to be
a good mother to them.

But Charlotte
was such a handful,

flying off
into these terrible rages

at the drop of a hat.

She was like that
before I ever met her.

Some children
are just born difficult.

Actually, Mrs. Taylor,

Charlotte witnessed her mother
being dismembered with an ax.

That is why she's filled
with such rage.

That is what drove her
to madness.

Oh, my God.

I didn't know.

Gerald Edwards dies leaving
a widow, Bernice,

and a son, Robert.

Alexander Taylor
marries the widow,

and she has two more children
with him.

Joshua and Charlotte.

Three years later,

Alexander Taylor
murders the widow

and invites a second woman into
the home to take her place.

So, this woman takes
the original mother's name.

And pretends to be a mother
to his two children.

What happens to him,
Robert Edwards?

I believe he left home, just
as Bernice number two claims.

And decides to come back
17 years later

to take bloody revenge?

Girly claims that Boo Boo walked
past her door with an ax.

You're thinking that was Robert
that she saw?

Perhaps seeing her brother

acted as a trigger
for bringing Girly out.

How did he slip into the house
unseen,

and how did he know that Taylor
would be sleeping one off

in his room?

He knew Taylor's habits.

How?

Perhaps he had a spy.

Or he had spent time
with the family himself.

They would have recognized him.

Bernice number two
never knew Robert.

Alexander Taylor
would only have remembered him

as a 13-year-old boy.

Only Girly recognized him
for who he truly was.

Off her bloody nut, she is.

Spends her day on the swing,
watching us work.

Sucking her thumb
like a little girl.

She was Girly when she was
sitting on that swing.

What?

Sir, if Boo Boo acted as a
trigger for bringing Girly out,

perhaps one of the farmhands
is Boo Boo.

Which one?

Robert Edwards would be 30 now.

The younger one.

You've got the wrong man.

My name is Clive Brewster.

I was born in Victoria, B.C.,
in 1867.

Do you have a birth certificate?

Am I required to carry one?

No, but it would
certainly help to prove

you are who you say you are.

Telegraph the British Columbia
Department of Records.

Oh, I have no doubt
a Clive Brewster is on record.

My problem is determining
whether you are him.

Well, that's not my problem,
is it?

Perhaps your parents can vouch
for your identity.

They're both dead.

Siblings?

I was an only child.

Can you name a single person
who can vouch for your identity,

Mr. Brewster?

No.

You certainly aren't helping
yourself here.

No, Detective,
I'm simply not helping you.

You think I'm Robert Edwards,
prove it.

Boo Boo!

I didn't tell anyone
about our secret.

They asked, but I wouldn't tell.

It's okay, Girly.

It's okay.

My stepfather was a mean drunk.

He used to beat my mother.

Used to beat me, too.

I never understood
why she was with him.

Then one day I came home,
she was gone.

He said she'd ran off
to England.

And you believed him?

I thought I was the cause
of her leaving.

I was a difficult boy.

Anyway, I lit out on my own.

But there was Charlotte.

Girly.

I know.

I was young and selfish.

I could only feel my own hurt.

What made you come back?

I don't know.

Maybe I'd hoped I'd find
my mother had returned.

Instead,
I found this strange woman

calling herself
by my mom's name.

I knew then
that something was wrong.

Why not simply go to the police?

And tell them what?

I didn't know she was buried
in the floor.

I know what you're thinking,

but I never would have let
Charlotte hang for this,

I swear it.

I was hoping to pin it
on that woman.

That's why you put the bloodied
apron in the coal bin

in the cellar.

Charlotte would never go
in the cellar.

Everyone knew that.

Thank you, Mr. Edwards.

I'll draft up a confession
letter for you to sign.

I want you to give this
to Charlotte.

This is the only photograph
ever taken of our mother.

Mommy.

Will she ever recover?

Hard to know.

She's agreed to stay in my care
for a few months,

but I fear it may take longer.

Come now, Charlotte.
Time to go.

Hell of a thing,

witnessing your father
chop your mother to pieces.

Be enough to make anyone sprout
a new personality or two.

Well, at least you have
your confession, sir.

What will become
of Robert Edwards?

The noose?

Not if I have anything
to do with it.

- I've got a new rhyme.
- Oh?

Bobby Edwards took an ax

and gave his stepfather
40 whacks.

Bastard bloody deserved it.

That doesn't rhyme, sir.

It's better that way.