All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S04E08 - Dial M for Murdoch (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

- Can I help you?
- Number, please?

- Yes, number, please?
- Number, please?

Connecting you now.
Go ahead, sir. You're welcome.

Help.

Help.

Help.

I said no calls
while Mr. Lowe is here.

Sorry, Isaac.

You were saying the campaign's
tilted in my favor, yes?

Indeed, your opponent
has foolishly

come out
against the subway project.

Excellent,
but what did we expect

from a backward-thinking
blowhard like Ellis Cornwall?

Which is why you are the right
candidate for alderman.

"Brackenreid. Right the Ship."
Eh?

Clear sailing from here,
I'd say.

Ah, but the voting public
is fickle,

if it's even thinking at all.

To that end, your campaign
wants you out there stumping,

driving home your vision
of Toronto's world-class future.

I'm ready.

Let me
at that gobshite Cornwall.

That's the spirit.

But first,
a little sprucing wouldn't hurt.

- Sprucing?
- Yes.

Your campaign wants
your public image

as bright as a new button.

And what does this,
uh, sprucing involve?

Well, for starters,
I will have my tailor

come over and measure you
for a new suit.

A new suit?
And who's paying for that?

Don't you worry about that.

That's very generous of you,
Isaac.

We are going
to knock 'em dead, Inspector!

I will see you soon.

Yes, you will.

And that's when
I plugged into the jack

and heard that awful sound,

that poor woman being murdered.

Murdered? Are you sure?

Yes, strangled.
I have very good hearing.

Oh, really?

And do you remember where
this telephone call came from?

Number 2315.

- You again.
- It's Miss Moffatt.

Tess Moffatt, Inspector.

Sir, Miss Moffatt believes she
overheard a murder last night.

A murder this time.

Well, I'll put my best man
on that immediately.

Murdoch.

Miss Moffatt,

this murder
is the fourth imaginary incident

you've wasted our time with.

A tiny reminder:

you're not a policeman.

You're a telephone operator.

Then you are aware that I am
breaking telephone company rules

by repeating what I overheard.

Good day, Inspector.

Sir, we are obliged

to look into any reports
of criminal activity.

More than five minutes
on this, Murdoch,

and you'll be
a telephone operator.

Bloody woman.

Did Miss Moffatt happen
to recall the number, George?

She did, sir.
2215.

It should be here
in the reverse directory.

240 Walnut Street.

Constable?

Uh, the back door
was open, sir.

- Oh.
- Uh, do come in.

There doesn't
seem to be anything

out of the ordinary, sir.

I suppose Miss Moffatt
has cried wolf once again.

Hm.

Uh, just a moment, George.

What are you looking at, sir?

If I'm not mistaken,

this is blood.

George, search the house.

- Yes, sir.
- Explain yourselves.

Mother--

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

- And you are?
- Mrs. Handsworth.

Mr. Whittaker's housekeeper.

And I asked you
for an explanation.

We believe something untoward
has occurred in this home.

That is impossible.

Mr. Whittaker
is a fine Christian man.

And where is
Mr. Whittaker now?

He left on business
for Chicago three days ago.

Madam, is there any chance
you may have left

the back door unlocked
last evening?

None whatsoever.

Goodness, has Mr. Whittaker
been burgled?

We're not sure.
Who else has access to the home?

I have the only key
apart from Mr. Whittaker.

Then do you have any idea

where this drop of blood
came from?

I'm sure I don't.

Miss Moffatt,
what exactly did you hear

on Mr. Whittaker's line?

I heard the sound
of a woman being strangled.

Ah.

Pardon me, Miss Moffatt.
Constable.

Sir.
Miss.

Thank you.

Detective Murdoch.

Yes, I placed
the call to Chicago.

Oh, my.
Will you look at that?

Is this a finger mark kit?

Well, yes, it is.

How fascinating.

Have you ever caught a criminal
using finger marks, Constable?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
we have.

It's an extremely useful tool.

Everyone in the world
has unique fingers.

Uh, I should--I should
get back to my duties, though.

Oh, thank you, Constable.

Of course, Miss Moffatt.

Whittaker is still
in Chicago, sir.

He's been there on business
for the past three--

are you quite sure
this is a good time, sir?

You can't be in politics

without paying attention
to your image, Murdoch.

- Go on.
- Yes, sir.

Whittaker confirms that
only he and his housekeeper

have keys to the house.

She checked
that nothing was missing?

- She has.
- Hmm.

Well, that rules out burglary.

Any reports on a missing woman?
Or a dead one, for that matter?

- No, sir.
- Hmm, why am I not surprised?

Sir, the drop of blood
on Whittaker's desk

remains a mystery.

What do you think, Murdoch?
Brown, blue?

Or what about the pinstripe?

Too modern?

Sirs?
Oh, no, sir.

A body's been found
near Sherbourne and Bloor, sir.

There you go, Murdoch.

A real case, not some figment
of a girl's imagination.

Pinstripe.

I came around the corner
and saw him lying there.

Gave me the shock of my life.

And what were you doing
in the laneway, Mr. Phillips?

I'm a city worker.
I was inspecting a gas line.

Never expected to find
something bad like this.

Detective.

Excuse me.

He's so young.

Yes, I know
this must be difficult.

There seems to be
some bruising.

There's a small inconsistency
in the ligature marks.

He was strangled,

possibly by a thin rope
that was frayed.

And the time of death?

In the last 12 to 18 hours.

I discovered
something quite unusual.

The clothes don't match the boy.

How do you mean?

He had a deficiency
in mineralized calcium.

Rickets.
Generally a disease of the poor.

Yes.
Perhaps he stole the clothes?

Perhaps.

Have you seen him?
Have you seen him?

- Right, then. Thank you.
- Sir. Down there.

Oi!

Ow!

What's your name, lad?

Dorrie, think hard.

Have you seen this boy before?

We need to contact his parents,

let them know
what's become of their boy.

Can I go now?

One more question.

Why did you run, Dorrie?

Street boys always get
the blame for something.

Don't matter what.

A milliner's?

What's a street boy
doing buying hats?

Well, sir,
I spoke to the shop owner,

a Miss Elizabeth Lurchin.

She's a kindly soul.

She lets Dorrie
use her telephone

on Mondays and Fridays at 11:00

to receive a call
from his uncle.

Is that so?

The little angel
has a kindly old uncle

who telephones regularly.

This Dorrie's got more on the go
than he's letting on, Murdoch.

Yes, sir,
I believe he lied when he said

he didn't know the dead boy.

Well, sirs,
perhaps we should listen in

to the lad's next call
on Monday.

- Listen in?
- Yes, sir.

The milliner's shop

is on the Temperance Street
Telephone Exchange.

Now, that's where
Miss Moffatt works.

Give me strength, Crabtree.

Well, sir,
I could supervise the call.

That way,
it's official police business,

and she won't be risking
her employment.

If we involve her in a murder
investigation and it goes wrong,

well, I am running for alderman,
you know?

We know.

Sir, I'm confident George will
manage his plan with success.

- Operator.
- Go ahead, sir.

- Connecting you now.
- Ma'am, that line is occupied.

Number, please?

That line
is otherwise engaged.

An incoming call...

from the public telephones
at the Junction Exchange.

I have a call for 1098.

Thank you, operator.

1098, the milliner's number.

- Top Hats Millinery.
- Good morning, madam.

I am calling for my nephew,
Dorrie.

- Yes, sir.
- Hello?

Hello, Dorrie.
Are you well?

I am, uncle.
Are we meeting today?

Yes.
159 Castle Frank Road.

The usual time.

A street boy with an uncle
living up in posh Rosedale?

That doesn't add up.

- Will you stake out the house?
- Stake out?

It's a phrase I learned
in the penny dreadfuls.

- It means to watch.
- Oh, I know.

What are you doing?

Well, you've just given me
an idea now

for my adventure novel.

Adventure novel?
May I read it?

- Perhaps when I'm done.
- Oh, I can wait.

Well, then, Detective Murdoch
will decide whether or not

we stake out
the Castle Frank house.

- Might I be able to come along?
- No, absolutely not.

I have very good eyesight.

Really?

No, Miss Moffatt,

civilians cannot
become involved,

especially the fairer sex.

It's far too dangerous.

I'll keep you abreast of any--

of anything--of any goings on.

Hello, Dorrie.

What have we here?

Please, sir, don't arrest me.

They'll kill me too.

Right.

Let's try this again.

Did you know the dead boy?

Young man, you were caught
with stolen property.

You'll spend a great deal
more time in a prison cell

if you don't start cooperating.

Pip.

Pip was his name.

And how did you know him?

He robbed houses too.

You said,
"They'll kill me too."

Who are they?

The men we work for.

They're rough.

Dorrie, who are they?

Who is this uncle
you speak to twice a week?

I don't know.

A man telephones
and gives us addresses.

We rob the house and leave
the jewelry at a drop place.

You never meet?

No.

Where's Pip now?

He's in the morgue.

Can I see him?

We were friends.

Did he have family?

Not that he said.

- He'll be buried proper, right?
- Yes, yes of course.

He was a smart one.
He could read.

- He taught me some too.
- Really?

He said that if we wanted
out of the thieving life,

we'd have to learn
our letters better.

Maybe they found out
and killed him for it.

Dorrie, I know you're scared,

but cooperating
with Detective Murdoch

is your way out now.

Yeah, if they don't
catch me first.

Gulliver's Travels.
Do you know it?

I've seen it at the library.

I go and look at all the books
until they throw me out.

It's a wonderfully
imaginative tale.

Why don't you borrow it?

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Thank you.
I'll bring it back.

Right, then, Dorrie.
Come along.

Marvelous speech
at the Rotary Club

last night, may I say?

You put Cornwall
solidly in his place,

though it might be an idea

to tone down
some of your colorful language.

Tone down?

Yes, just so that

"My esteemed opponent,
Ellis Cornwall"

doesn't become "Ellis Cornwall,
that bloody little tosser."

- But--
- One more thought here.

Let's consider "Tommy"
as the name to call you.

Tommy? You serious?

Tommy is a man
of the people.

Thomas plays tennis with his
opera-loving bon vivants.

I see.

And we may need to do

a little work
on that accent of yours.

Accent?

Let's try enunciating
more clearly.

So...

Oh, Horace,
isn't it horrid

when you're hot
and in a hurry

and you have to hold your hat on
with your hand?

Now you, Tommy.

Oh--

Oh, Horace,

isn't it horrid
when you're hot and in a hurry

and you have to hold
your hat on with your hand?

I don't see how this bloody
posh accent

is going to make me
a man of the people.

We must be all things
to all people.

Will you trust me, Tommy?
I've done this before.

Excuse me, Isaac.
Urgent business.

- Murdoch.
- Sir?

You've got something urgent
for me, right, yes?

Sir?

You've got something,
Murdoch, for me.

Ah, yes, yes.
Most urgent, sir.

Ah.

I spoke with Dorrie.

Apparently, he and Pip,
the boy who died,

were working
for jewelry thieves.

But there have been
no reports of burglaries.

A bit strange if thieves
are running around town.

You sure this Dorrie's
not telling tall tales?

Well, sir, I did catch him
with stolen valuables.

It would be in his best interest
to tell us the truth.

I'm not convinced you ever get
the whole truth from that kind.

Sirs, Mr. Whittaker called.
He's back from Chicago.

I have no idea what happened,
Detective.

It's all very confusing:

blood on my desk,
the back door unlocked.

I'm as mystified as you.

And how long
has Mrs. Handsworth

been in your employ,
Mr. Whittaker?

Five years.

You'll find
no impropriety there.

Her credentials are impeccable.

And you're quite sure
nothing's missing from the home?

Nothing Mrs. Handsworth
may have overlooked?

No, everything is
just as I left it.

My gold cuff links
in plain view on my bureau.

Cash in my desk drawer.

Nothing is missing.

Well, perhaps it's simply
a misunderstanding, then.

So it seems.

I do appreciate your
thoroughness, though, Detective.

Oh. Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes, I returned
from Chicago this morning.

I will be at the office
within the hour, yes.

Thank you.

Apologize for the interruption.

I'll be needing to take
your telephone, Mr. Whittaker.

Whatever for?

This fray on Mr. Whittaker's
telephone line

exposed the wires.

It matches the inconsistent
ligature marks on Pip's neck.

So it was Pip
that Miss Moffatt heard

being strangled,
not a woman.

He was small enough
to get in through the milk box.

Could he have been sent
to rob Whittaker's home?

It's possible.

Perhaps Pip's killer
caught him in the act

and then suffered a cut
in the ensuing struggle.

But who was the killer?

These criminals who take
advantage of destitute children.

And the parents
who abandon them--

I can't imagine.

Everyone has their story,
Julia.

Well, at least Dorrie
seems to have a future.

Let's hope.

I've been looking for books
that he might like.

Perhaps you should wait
for Gulliver's Travels

to make its way back--

William,
don't be such a pessimist.

Now, you must excuse me.

I'm joining Darcy
at the hospital

for a presentation on
the draining of infected wounds.

Are you sure Whittaker

had nothing to do with this,
Murdoch?

The boy was killed in his house.

Yes, sir, but Whittaker

was in Chicago
at the time of the murder.

I spoke to him there myself.

Fair enough.

If the dead boy was part
of the jewel theft ring,

maybe we should find out
how it operates.

Starting by identifying
this elusive uncle.

How do you intend to do that?

Well, sir,
the thieves don't know

that Dorrie
is cooperating with us.

- What if Miss Moffatt--
- Not her again.

That girl's a bloody pest.

But what if she were to trace
Dorrie's next telephone call?

Miss Moffatt said
that the uncle telephoned Dorrie

from a public telephone
at the Junction Exchange.

He may do so again.

I was thinking I could stake out
the Junction Exchange

on Friday at 11:00 a.m.

- Stake out?
- Yes, sir. It means to watch.

Very good, George.

You can be on the telephone
with Miss Moffatt,

and she can then tell you when
Dorrie speaks to the uncle.

You'll then be able
to identify the man

at the Junction Exchange.

Yes, sir.

I assume this will call
for plain clothes?

Yes, George.
I suppose it will.

I'll agree to this caper
on one condition, Murdoch:

that Miss Moffatt
does not leave her switchboard.

Actually, sir,
for this plan to work,

it's imperative
that she remain at her post.

She's part of this once
and this once only.

The question is:

can we trust that little stray
not to queer the plan?

Pip was in a house
in Rosedale?

Do you have any idea
why he might have been there?

No.
He did his thieving in Parkdale.

Do you think I was right?

One of the men we rob for
killed him?

It's a possibility.

That's why we'll be listening
to your phone call.

Now, it's important that you
speak and act naturally.

This "uncle" mustn't suspect
that we're onto him.

All right.

Under five miles, please.

Temperance Street Exchange,
please.

- Yes. Try back later.
- Operator.

- Number please?
- Miss Moffatt?

Hello, Constable Crabtree.

I'll let you know
when the call comes through.

- The password is "Goldfish."
- Goldfish. Excellent.

- Number, please?
- 1098.

Connecting you now, sir.

Goldfish.

Goldfish.

Goldfish, goldfish, goldfish.

Yes, I hear you.
Which booth is he calling from?

I can't tell.

Well, let me know
when Dorrie ends the call.

Good thinking,
Constable Crabtree.

- Good-bye.
- They're just finishing now.

Oh, for the love of...

I followed the suspect
all the way to the courthouse,

where I discovered he is,
in fact, Judge Benjamin Hooper.

Somehow, I doubt His Lordship

is involved
in a jewelry theft ring.

You had a 50-50 chance
of being right, George.

Perhaps you'll find the man
you didn't follow

in our Bertillon photos.

Right.

Crabtree's sifting
through photographs.

Yes, sir.

I take it
his grand plan fizzled?

Oh!
Oh, sir, that is quite a suit.

Thank you, Murdoch.
Not too...

Ostentatious?

No. Not at all.

Good, because Isaac Lowe
wants to show off

his spruced-up candidate
with a picture in the newspaper.

So if you catch
those jewelry thieves...

It's a perfect opportunity
to call in the press.

Ah. Indeed.

I'll be in my office.

You followed the wrong man,
Constable Crabtree.

Yes, I'm aware of that,
Miss Moffatt.

Thank you for the reminder,
though.

After you left
the Junction Exchange,

I stayed on the line.

Dorrie's contact, the uncle,

made another call
to his brother

at the Union Station Exchange
public telephones.

How do you know
it was the uncle's brother?

He called him that.

They seemed to be discussing
their family,

but I suspect otherwise.

Do you?

The man at Union Station said,

"Granddad wants to know
what's happened to his nephew."

The man
at the Junction Telephone,

the uncle, then replied
that he didn't know.

The Union Station man then said,

"Granddad's very unhappy.
His Bible is missing."

Yes, I see what you mean.

It sounds like they're speaking
some sort of code.

As I suspected.
Did he say anything else?

Yes. They agreed to meet.

"Usual time,
at our mother's."

- You think that's code too?
- Very likely.

I doubt they're talking
about an actual family member.

A public house?

I can't think of one
called "Mother."

Could it be Our Mother
of Divine Sorrow church

in Parkdale?

I'll inform Detective Murdoch
of this immediately.

Miss Moffatt,
this has been very helpful.

Please.
Call me Tess, Constable.

Tess, call me George.

Goodness, George,
there's a body.

Sir, this is--

this is the man I didn't follow
from the telephone exchange.

This is Dorrie's uncle.

George,
this is Randolph Phillips,

the man who claims
to have found Pip's body.

Then he's also involved
in the jewelry theft ring.

That's hardly
a coincidence, sir.

Indeed.

Do you think
he killed Pip, then?

Yes, I do.
The question is, why?

He appears
to have been tortured.

That's normally employed
to extract information.

I wonder what secret

Mr. Phillips
thought was worth dying over.

1/12 the size
of normal human beings.

It means the Lilliputians are
12 times smaller than Gulliver.

So they're about
five or six inches tall, then?

Exactly.
You're quick with mathematics.

Once I learn
my letters better,

I want to be an apprentice.

And what would you like to do?

I fancy work
in a printer's shop.

Well, knowing your figures
will serve you well, Dorrie.

Why don't you try
another chapter of Mr. Swift?

- I will.
- Good.

Now, I have to work.

Some work, huh?

See you later.

The wounds are unusual,
William.

I don't know what caused them.

Some very particular instrument.

But there's no question;
Mr. Phillips was tortured.

And then finished off?

I doubt it got that far.

He had a heart defect.

The pain of being tortured
triggered a fatal heart attack.

So it's possible that he died

before giving up the information
his assailant was after.

Yes, poor man.

Oh, there's no need
for sympathy, Julia.

I believe Mr. Phillips here
murdered young Pip.

Oh, I see.

Be sure to encourage
Inspector Brackenreid

to stand up straight
for the camera.

He has a tendency to drop
his head forward somewhat.

Makes him look
like a surly bulldog.

The elusive jewelry thieves,
I assume.

Uh, yes, sir.

I believe they're organized
in a hierarchy.

The young boys,
known as "nephews,"

commit the robberies

then report back
to the middle men,

Phillips, in this case,
who is the "uncle,"

and his "brother."

And at the head is "Granddad."

Yes, well,
some of this homicidal horde

have a horrible habit
of getting themselves murdered.

Ha! I got you there, Murdoch.

Hardly any accent at all.

Yes, sir. Hardly any at all.

Sirs, reports
of jewelry thefts

are trickling in
across the city,

all from wealthy folks who have
just returned from holidays.

So their Toronto homes had
been vacant for several weeks.

Which explains
why the robberies

weren't reported earlier.

But how do the thieves know
which properties were empty?

Someone in their gang
must be familiar

with the neighborhoods
they're targeting.

Also, I've been checking in
with the pawn shops.

None of the jewelry
is showing up.

No, it wouldn't, George.

I believe this is
a sophisticated operation

headed by a fence who either
holds on to the stolen property

or has buyers elsewhere.

How does this connect to
the murders of Pip and Phillips?

Ah!

Excuse me, gentlemen,

but I have to have my blooming
publicity photograph taken.

Keep me informed.

Sir, I can't help notice,

the Inspector's language
has become less salty of late.

That it has, George.

I think I liked him better
the way he was.

Constable Crabtree.

George, the man who was on
the telephone with Mr. Phillips,

he's right here
at the exchange!

Well, who is it?

Tess? Tess?

Number please?

Yes, sir,
connecting you now.

Go ahead, sir.
You're welcome.

Number please?
Yes.

Yes, ma'am.

- He's right there!
- Tess! What the dickens?

He's right there.
His name is Josiah Lawrence.

He's a telephone installer.

How do you know he was talking
to Phillips?

I heard him chatting
to one of the operators.

I recognized his voice
plain as day.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. I have very good memory.

So do I.

George!
Don't let him get away.

- Go, go!
- Sir!

You there!
Toronto Constabulary.

You're under arrest.

- What in blazes for?
- Just come with me.

You've arrested the wrong man.

Mr. Lawrence,
do you know a Randolph Phillips?

I do not.
I insist you let me go.

I'm late for my shift at
the Toronto Telephone Company.

Where you are
a telephone installer.

What has my job
got to do with anything?

It gives you access
to people's homes, does it not?

Why are you asking?

Mr. Lawrence,
do you know this boy?

My Lord.

I've never seen him before.

This man was pulled
off the street

based on one of Miss Moffatt's
wild fantasies.

Do I have that right?

I thought so.

Let him go.

Sir, Miss Moffatt was right

about the killing
at the Whittaker house.

And if she is also correct

about Josiah Lawrence
arranging to meet Phillips,

he is, in all likelihood,
a brutal killer.

Well, then hold him

and find some connection
to Phillips or the dead boy

apart from Tess Moffatt.

Is that clear?

Do you recognize this man?

I've seen him talking to Pip
a few days before he was killed.

Do you know what he wanted?

Pip told me
that it was none of my business.

And then the next time
I saw him,

he was wearing new clothes.

Is that who killed him?

I don't know, Dorrie.

I don't know.

So Lawrence
supplied the addresses

of the homes that were vacant
to Phillips.

Phillips then tells the boys
which households to rob.

And so why was Pip killed,
sir?

Pip was hired by Lawrence

to do a job
that didn't involve Phillips,

a deviation
from the usual pattern.

Well, maybe that job involved

breaking into
the Whittaker house.

Perhaps.

But then Whittaker said
nothing was taken.

Well, George, Whittaker
claimed that nothing was stolen.

What if Pip was hired to steal
something from Whittaker's home

that Whittaker didn't want
the police knowing about?

Sir, are you suggesting
that Whittaker

is involved
with the jewel thieves?

George, could Whittaker
be the granddad?

Is it possible he's the fence?

And Lawrence sends Pip
to his house to find what?

Perhaps it's this Bible
that Lawrence referred to

in his telephone call
with Phillips.

Whatever this Bible is,

it was worth
killing Phillips over.

So how do we prove
any of this, sir?

Well, George, these thieves
communicate by telephone.

I wonder who Whittaker
has been talking to.

Well, sir,
perhaps the inspector

will reconsider now
and allow Miss Moffatt

to listen in
to Whittaker's calls.

George, I have another plan.

And we've been ordered
to steer clear of Miss Moffatt.

Mr. Whittaker! A fence?

Well, it's just a theory,
Tess.

And you didn't get that from me.

I could get in a lot of trouble

for even speaking to you
right now.

Well, that's so sweet.

Why are you talking to me, then?

I thought you
deserved to know, I suppose.

Thank you, George.

You should tell
Detective Murdoch

to smoke Mr. Whittaker out.

Smoke him out?

Yes, trap him into saying
something incriminating.

You--you have to lure him in,
George,

make him think you know
more than you do.

It's an interesting idea,
Tess,

but, please, let's just
leave it at that for now.

Oh, George,
where's your sense of adventure?

I've arranged
with the telephone company

to route
all of Mr. Whittaker's calls

here to the station house.

That way, the moment
Whittaker picks up his phone

to either
place or receive a call,

this recording device
will be activated,

signaled by a flashing...

Flashing light.

So Whittaker's calls
will be recorded,

and we'll be able to hear them?

Yes, sir,
all of this will take place

without our having
to attend to it.

Good,
because I need your advice

on a matter of some importance.

Sir?

Follow me.

Be honest now;
which is the most flattering?

Uh, well...

Just decide, Murdoch.

This one.

You look like a bulldog, sir.

That's my favorite one too.

It says, "I listen,"

as well as,
"My mind is already made up."

That it does, sir.
That it does.

That should satisfy Isaac.

Sirs, the light
on the recorder is flashing.

Mr. Whittaker
must have received a call.

I know what you're doing,
Mr. Whittaker.

I know about your part
in the jewelry theft.

I know everything
you've been up to.

Oh, my God. That's Tess.

- Who is this?
- What?

What's that girl doing
talking to Whittaker?

I will explain everything
when we meet, Mr. Whittaker.

I know how to find you.
I know where you live.

Sir, I swear, I had no idea.

It sounds like
little Miss Bloody Moffatt

is after
a piece of the action herself!

No, sir, I think she's trying
to help our investigation

by smoking out Whittaker.

Smoking out?
Smoking out!

Face it, Crabtree,
this is all your doing!

Smoking out.

In any case,
I think it's best

if we get over to Whittaker's
right away.

Sir,
Mr. Whittaker's telephone.

What are you doing
in my house?

- Who sent you?
- Never mind who sent me.

Oh, God, Tess.

Bloody hell,
she's in the house.

Sir, I believe she's taken
the phone off the hook.

This is happening now.

I think
we can help each other.

Who sent you?
Was it Lawrence?

What if I know
where your Bible is?

- Where's my book?
- I don't know.

Oh, God.

Please, I--

Here's your prisoner, George.

Thank God you're here.
This woman is insane!

Tess, what on earth
were you thinking?

You could've been killed!

Oh, don't overdramatize,
George.

I knew you could hear
every word.

All of the operators knew that

Mr. Whittaker's calls were
rerouted to the police station.

She came at me unprovoked!
She--

She's dangerous!

Mr. Whittaker,
you are under arrest for larceny

and for the murder
of Randolph Phillips.

Phillips? Who's that?

- George?
- With pleasure, sir.

- Come on.
- No! What the devil?

She attacked me!

- Where's my book?
- I don't know. Please--

The missing book,
your Bible,

contains the information
you need

to fence the stolen property,
does it not, Mr. Whittaker?

And that is why you tortured
Randolph Phillips.

I am not a fence,

and I did not kill
this Phillips person.

My men are searching
your home right now.

And I'm confident
that they'll find

a significant amount
of stolen property.

Now, where were you planning
to fence the stolen jewelry,

Mr. Whittaker?

Chicago?

I'll speak to my lawyer now.

Someone wanted
to squeeze Whittaker

out of the jewelry theft ring.

Who was it?

I believe
Josiah Lawrence, sir.

All he would have needed

was Whittaker's contact book
to take over.

And he hired Pip to break into
Whittaker's flat to steal it.

Yes, but I believe
Whittaker suspected Phillips,

not Lawrence.

So Whittaker killed Phillips.

Sirs, I checked out
Whittaker's alibi

for Phillips' murder.

He was at his office.
He didn't kill Phillips.

- That leaves Josiah Lawrence.
- Uh, correct, sir.

So on a bit of a flyer,

I went by
the Temperance Street Exchange

to have a look
through Lawrence's tool bag.

And I did find one implement

you might find
of particular interest.

The teeth
on your linesman pliers

match the wounds on Phillips'
tortured body exactly.

Our coroner confirms it.

You were planning
on cutting Whittaker out

of the jewel theft ring,
weren't you?

You paid Pip
to steal his contact book.

Did your associate,
Mr. Phillips,

find out what you were
planning to do, hmm?

Phillips followed Pip
to Whittaker's house,

killed him,
and took the book.

That's why you
tortured Phillips,

to get the book back.

Now, where is the book?

I don't know.

The bugger died before
I could get it out of him.

How was Gulliver's Travels?

I didn't get too far.

I tried,
but it's just too hard.

Mm, that it is.

Perhaps you'd prefer
Treasure Island.

That sounds good.

It was a favorite
when I was your age.

Why don't you stay
and read it for a bit?

Congratulations, Murdoch.

The men found the jewels

in a hidden safe
at Whittaker's house.

Another case done and dusted.

What now?

Whittaker's in jail,
Phillips is dead,

and Lawrence will hang for it.

Sir, what about Whittaker's
contact book, the Bible?

It's what they were
all chasing after,

each one thinking
the other one had it,

yet none of them did.

Sorry, Murdoch.

I've a ship to right.

The timing couldn't be better.

Now, we'll call
a press conference

to announce the capture
of the thieves

and the recovery
of the jewelry.

Great.
There you go, lads.

This is exactly
what your campaign needs,

a photographic opportunity.

O'Neill.

Tommy Brackenreid,
you're a winner.

I am that, Isaac.

I am that.

Phillips knew
to follow Pip to Whittaker's...

Because he found out what
Lawrence was planning, right?

But how did Phillips...

Oh, I see Dorrie
returned your book.

Don't sound so surprised,
William.

He's a good boy.

But how did Phillips know
that Lawrence had hired Pip?

City morgue.

The line to Chicago
is now clear.

I'll put your call through.

How curious.
It's a trunk call from Chicago.

- Chicago?
- Yes.

But I didn't
place a call to Chicago today.

Julia, how long ago
was Dorrie here?

Not half an hour ago.
Why?

I'll take that call.

I believe you missed your
telephone call from Chicago,

young man.

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

Oh?
I think you do.

Hey! That's mine!

No, it's Mr. Whittaker's,

and I know you killed Pip
to get it.

It's a shame that women can
never become police officers.

You'd pass all the tests
with ease,

even the physical vigor exam,

which I'm sure Mr. Whittaker
would attest to.

Oh, goodness, George.

The life of a policeman
is not for me.

I have something
more exciting in mind.

More exciting
than police work?

My own
private detective agency.

- A lady detective?
- Why not?

Maybe you'd care to join me.

We make a good team,
don't you think?

Yes, I do.

But I can't--
I can't let down

the inspector
and Detective Murdoch.

How very true.

Where would they be
without Constable Crabtree?

Oh, I shudder to think, Tess.

I shudder to think.

I can assure you, gentlemen,
and you can quote me,

that when I right the ship,

there will be no place
for criminals

in Toronto the Good.

Quite an opportunity
fell into your lap, Dorrie.

You followed Pip
to Whittaker's house.

You knew he was going
to steal something.

You probably even guessed
what that was.

No, I only figured that out
after he showed me the book.

And when you saw
the phone numbers

for jewelry buyers
in Chicago and elsewhere,

you realized that Lawrence

was planning to take over
the gang.

Yeah, and I think,
"Why Lawrence?

Why not me?
I'm not stupid."

No, far from it.

I told Pip I wanted the book.

He wouldn't give it to me.

So I grabbed it.

Pip fought back.

He made me bleed,
the little toe rag.

So I killed him.

I mean, after all,
I just wanted the book.

He should've just given me
the book.

Right?

Dorrie moved Pip's body
into the laneway

and then told Phillips
that he had found Pip dead.

Setting up Phillips
for Pip's murder.

How could I be so taken in
by the boy?

We both were.

He used us to bring down
the jewelry theft ring

and take it over for himself.

He's nothing if not audacious.

I sense it's more than that.

It's as if
he imitates normal behavior

to get what he wants

and has complete disregard
for everyone.

But he's just a child.

You didn't see
his complete lack of feeling

over killing Pip.

I don't know what
we're dealing with here, Julia;

a mental illness, perhaps,
or a good boy gone bad.

Or is it possible to be born
without a conscience?

He's ready.