All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S05E11 - Murdoch in Toyland (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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[suspenseful music]

♪♪

[clock ticking]

Thank you.

Thank you.

Is something wrong?

Nothing new, I'm afraid.

Must we have this discussion
each and every week?

[sighs]

At 30 years of age, your time
to discuss has nearly run out.

Thank you, Dean.

You certainly know
how to charm a lady.

I'm sorry
you're so discontented.

Wanting to try for a son
is hardly a crime.

[melancholy music]

Let's get you into bed.

Come on, turn around.
Let's go.

♪♪

Is Father angry with me?

Not at all.

He's simply tired.

Lie back.

Go to sleep, Veronica.

Veronica,
time to get up.

Veronica, get up, sleepy.

Veronica?

[dramatic music]

[gasps]

Dean!

Dean!

It doesn't make any sense,
Detective.

Why would someone
abduct our daughter

and leave behind a doll
in her place?

Could she have left
of her own accord?

Was she unhappy in any way?

Had she been scolded recently?

No.

That doll does not belong
to Veronica.

Someone deliberately left it
in her bed.

Do either of you
know of anyone

who would want to target
your daughter for abduction?

- Target?
- No, not at all.

You mean for the purposes
of extortion?

It is a possibility.

No, stop talking.

Please, stop talking,
and find her.

[clears throat]

Looks to be
fine craftsmanship.

Barely out of its package,
I would say.

What's that?

It's a version
of Edison's talking doll.

There's a recorded cylinder
inside.

[crank whirring]

Hello, Detective Murdoch.

Will you play with me?

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

Hello, Detective Murdoch.

Will you play with me?

Why would you be named
personally in this matter?

Have you in some way
put our daughter in jeopardy?

Certainly not on purpose.

I admit, I'm as baffled
as you are

that the kidnapper
has mentioned me by name.

So who did this?

I have no idea.

There's no sign
of forced entry,

no finger marks
on the doors or windowsills,

not even the girl's.

Her name is Veronica.

Yes, of course.

My apologies.

Yes.

Mr. and Mrs. Bowden,

this was a professional
operation.

The kidnapper was careful,
and they took their time.

How did the kidnapper
get Veronica out of the house

without her making a noise?

Surely we would have
heard something.

Perhaps she knew her abductor,

someone in the neighborhood.

Whereabouts do you live,
Mr. Carson?

In the rooming house
across the street,

second floor.

When did you last
see Veronica?

Yesterday, in the park.

There was a boy about her age.

He often wanted
to play with her,

but she was too shy.

It was rather sweet, actually.

Hmm.

Did you see anyone
loitering about,

anything suspicious?

No, I didn't.

Thank you for your time.

If you see Veronica
or anything unusual,

please contact me directly.

Of course.

Anything, George?

Sir, various sightings

but none more recent
than yesterday.

Ms. Balfour here,
this spinster,

hadn't seen the girl in days.

But Ms. James,
this blonde lady, a seamstress,

saw her last night
walking with her parents.

This young lad, Gregory,

used to play hide-and-seek
with Veronica.

And then Ms. Rosevear, the lady
I was just speaking with,

used to mind Veronica
from time to time.

So Veronica would be
familiar with her,

and she would know
the layout of the house.

Exactly, and she just asked me
if you were William Murdoch.

Oh?

Ms. Rosevear?

Yes.

I understand you minded
Veronica from time to time?

Oh, I did.

She was like
a younger sister to me.

Hmm.

Are you going on a trip?

Oh, I just returned
from Winnipeg.

Visiting relatives.

I see.

How is it
you know who I am?

Doesn't everyone
know who you are, sir?

Ah, I doubt that.

Well, I do.

I follow all of your cases
in the Gazette.

You are an extremely
accomplished man.

Do you have any idea who could
have taken young Veronica?

Uh... no.

Do you know of anyone who may
have wished the family harm?

No one at all.

Thank you.

George, verify her alibi.

Sir.

I know it's supposed
to be adorable,

but to me, it just looks
bloody creepy.

I have to agree,

especially considering
the circumstances.

There's still no word
on any ransom demands?

None, which may rule out
financial motive

for the girl's abduction.

Well, judging
from what the doll has to say,

we know there's
at least one personal angle.

Any idea who'd bother
taunting you like this?

No.

And what's the connection

between myself
and the missing girl

or her family?

Seems to me there's one clue
staring you in the face.

There were no finger marks
on the doll

or the internal
recording cylinder.

Do we know where it came from,
who made it?

It was manufactured in France,
at no small cost.

Someone with means, then.

Sirs, I looked
into Ms. Rosevear's alibi.

At least three people confirmed
she was in Winnipeg.

I see.

I think it's time you two
went and did a bit of shopping.

[haunting music]

♪♪

Sirl.

Sir, I spoke with the people

at the gifts and novelty shop
down on the corner, and they-.

Excuse me, sir.

They have these
miniature tractors,

cast iron,
all with movable parts.

I feel like I was born
too soon, sir.

Talking dolls, George.

Did they sell any dolls?

- One and only one-
- It was bought and shipped

to Montreal
about two months ago.

Right, we'll have
to follow up on that.

As for this shop,

the owner recalls selling
two talking dolls

but doesn't remember
the customers' names.

Society women, apparently.

Hmm.

So where does that leave us?

On the trail of the dolls.

We have to go to the source,

and I've obtained the name
of the distributor.

Oh, excellent.

[dramatic music]

[metallic clattering]

- Toronto Constabulary.
- A moment of your time?

Hello again, Detective.

Mr. Carson.

What brings you here?

Veronica Bowden
was abducted from her home.

You knew her,
knew where she lived.

A talking doll
was left on her bed.

A doll that was distributed
from this warehouse.

No, no, no, no,
just a minute.

I had nothing to do
with that girl's disappearance.

And I'm not the distributor.
I'm a stock boy.

We have dozens of imports.

The talking doll
is just one of them.

I'd like to see your records,

especially those pertaining
to the talking dolls.

Certainly.

As you can see,
the dolls are a specialty item.

Only a handful of shops
have carried them,

two or three orders at most.

What about this one,

an order for five
of the talking dolls

three weeks ago?

That's right.

Can you describe the customer?

From what I remember,

it was
a rather tall blonde woman

in her 20s, maybe 30s.

She wore too much rouge
for my liking.

- Hmm.
- And that's it?

She walked out of here
carrying five dolls?

No, no, delivery was arranged.

Oh, where to?

Uh...

Here we are.

A hotel in the East End,

the Empire, room 214.

Veronica?

Are you all right?

Yes.

- You're safe now.
- We've come to take you home.

Your mother and father
have been worried about you.

Why?

I had cake.

Who are you?

- My name is George.
- I'm a policeman.

And my name is William,
Detective William Murdoch.

Oh.

This is for you.

[crank whirring]

Help me, Detective Murdoch!

I've lost my head!

Can you help me find it?

Veronica, who took you
from your bed last night?

Was it a man or a woman?

A man.

- A man.
- Did you know him?

No.

What did the man look like?

Was he a tall man,
or was he a small man?

Do you remember
what he was wearing?

- I never saw him.
- I was sleeping.

Veronica, did this man
hurt you in any way?

No, he was nice.

He said we were
playing hide-and-seek.

Hmm.

Did he say
who you were hiding from?

You. But you found me.

Yes. Yes, I did.

Veronica, did the man
ever make a voice like this?

[crank whirring]

Help me, Detective Murdoch!

I've lost my head!

Can you help me find it?

No.

- No.
- [sighs]

Well, thank you.

But he said
you were a bad person

and that you aren't
very clever.

What sort of deranged person
decapitates a doll?

I once sawed the head
off my late sister's doll.

Whatever for?

No particular reason
that I recall.

Well, whoever did this,
I suspect,

had a very specific reason
for doing so.

A threat, perhaps.

To cut off
the detective's head?

No, I don't think so,
George.

Listen.

Help me, Detective Murdoch!

I've lost my head!

Can you help me find it?

You see, the doll is speaking
in the first person

and referring to me
in the second person.

You think he's referring
to his own head?

As in a metaphor?

As in he's off his bloody nut.

I don't know,
but what is clear

is that he's gone
to elaborate lengths

to capture my attention.

Perhaps the kidnapping
of Veronica Bowden.

Was just an opening gambit
in some kind of elaborate game.

Be careful how you play it,
Murdoch.

This boy means you harm,
serious harm.

I don't doubt it.

Sir, that voice-.

Do you think that's his own,
disguised?

I suspect so.

Or maybe it's the woman
who bought the dolls,

a couple, working together.

Or maybe it's simply
another element

designed to disconcert me.

[knocking]

Julia.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I was in the area
and thought I'd stop by.

Doctor, your practice
is in the West End.

- Yes.
- Nevertheless, I-.

We must be on our way,

although it was certainly nice
to see you again, Dr. Ogden.

Come on, Crabtree.

- Likewise, Inspector.
- Constable.

Doctor.

Something amiss?

No, everything is exactly
as I remembered it.

Except for this.

Ah, yes, that's evidence
in my latest case.

Yes, I heard what happened,
William.

How insidious,

abducting a child
and implicating you in some way.

Veronica Bowden's mother
is a patient of mine.

I was relieved to hear
that the girl was unharmed,

but I wanted to see
how you were faring.

Oh, I'm fine.

That's very kind of you to ask.

Yes, well...

It was good to see you.

Yes.

Actually, Julia,

if you could spare the time,

I'd very much like your input
on something.

- Crabtree.
- Sir?

How do you think
Murdoch's handling all this?

Well, he seems
his usual self, sir.

Perhaps a bit more on edge
than usual.

I think, sir, it helps
that Dr. Ogden's been around.

Mm.

- Speaking of which...
- Go on.

Well, sir, I know it's not
my place to say so,

but it's always puzzled me

as to why Detective Murdoch
and Dr. Ogden

have never been able to...

I mean, here are two people;
They're both so learned,

both so perfectly suited
for each other.

I'm sure this Dr. Garland
is a fine chap,

but-I don't know-
It just breaks my heart, sir.

Matters of the heart
are not always simple, Crabtree.

But this one seems
simple enough to me, sir.

I'm sure Dr. Ogden left her post
here at our morgue

because of it all.

People make choices.

They've made the wrong choice.

Perhaps you should
stop fretting

about Murdoch's lost love life,
Crabtree,

and concentrate
on solving this case.

What kind of person would use
a children's toy to taunt you?

It's an unsettling tactic,
I must admit.

And to what end?

No threats have been
directed at you, have they?

Not as yet.

Let's face it, William,
you are a target.

Throughout our career together,

you sent many men
and a few women to prison,

some to the end of a rope.

A simple act of revenge.

I suppose it's possible,
but the question is who.

Can you think of any case
that would inspire someone

to seek this kind
of retribution?

Not off the top of my head,
I'm afraid.

But I'll certainly give it
some thought.

Hello, William.

[giggles]

[sighs]

William, are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Whoever's playing
this game with you,

the attack is psychological.

Whatever I can do to help,
please know I'm here for you.

- Thank you, Julia.
- That's very kind.

I must say,
you have been missed.

I take it you and Darcy
are well?

Yes, we...

Do take care of yourself,
William.

Sir, you have over 90 cases,

and that number simply pertains
to the perpetrators,

to say nothing of accomplices,
family members,

anybody else who might
have a grudge against you,

and the list goes on,
I'm sure.

No doubt.

However, we know the suspect
to be male,

based on what Veronica Bowden
told me,

so perhaps for the time being,

we can eliminate females
from the equation.

Sir, I'm not so sure
that we can.

Five talking dolls

were purchased
by this unknown blonde lady

and delivered to her hotel.

Good point.

Either way, George,

most of the people on this list
are either dead or in prison.

Exactly, sir, which brings us
back to the civilian population

and the idea that our suspect
might be working

on behalf of somebody
that you've incarcerated.

[sighs]

I'm sorry, George,
but this isn't helping.

[solemn piano music]

♪♪

[crank whirring]

Help me, Detective Murdoch!

I've lost my head!

Can you help me find it?

Help me, Detective Murdoch!

Right, Murdoch,
I'm off for the night.

Sir, have a listen to this.

Pay attention to the sounds
in the background.

[crank whirring slowly]

[bells chiming]

Help me, Detective Murdoch!

I've lost my head!

Can you help me find it?

[bells chiming]

- You hear that?
- I hear church bells.

Yes, yes,
there are seven chimes,

but beyond the bells,
there's another sound.

[crank whirring]

Help me, Detective Murdoch!

I've lost my head!

[train whistle blowing]

Can you help me find it?

Help me, Detective Murdoch!

[train whistle blowing]

- Train whistle.
- Yes.

Definitely a train whistle.

Yes, so what church
in Toronto

has a train going by
at 7.00 a.m. or 7:00 p.m.?

We have a train to Markham

leaving Union Station
at 6:55 p.m.

Right, so a train,
once up to speed,

travels approximately
40 miles per hour.

So that's 2/3 of a mile
for every minute.

6:55, 6:56, 6:57,

6:58, 6:59, 7:00.

He was blowing his whistle
for this crossing.

St. Jude's church overlooks
the valley right there.

[bells chiming]

What did the rector say?

He always keeps it locked,
unless he's here.

Any signs of a break-in?

No, but that's not to say

that he didn't make
the recording

without his knowledge.

[train whistle blowing]

There goes the train.

Sir, it occurs to me

that if we were inside
right now,

we wouldn't hear the train.

You think he made
the recording outside.

Well, no, that would have
required electricity.

[sprinklers hissing]

Oh, bloody hell.

What the bloody hell
is that, Murdoch?

Automatic sprinklers, sir,
a new invention.

Huh, well, I don't think
that'll catch on.

Sir, these sprinklers
would need a pump.

And a pump
requires electricity.

It's unlocked, sir.

[eerie music]

♪♪

It's like a bloody tomb
down here.

Oh, my God.

[music intensifies]

♪♪

[crank whirring]

You found me,
Detective Murdoch.

But who am I?

Oh, my.

A resident of Sleepy Hollow?

Ichabod Crane, perhaps.

At any rate,
our first priority

will be to find
any identifying features.

Aren't you curious
to know how the victim died?

I can hazard a guess.

But by all means, Doctor,
continue.

Note the blood spatter
on the shoes.

That suggests arterial spray.

His heart was still beating?

The victim's head was removed
while he was still alive,

from the right side,

with what looks to have been
a fine-tooth saw.

Clearly there was anger
at work here.

- A revenge killing?
- Possibly.

No rings.

His hands look young,
well-manicured.

And he's finely dressed.

He was well-to-do.

I will know more
after the postmortem.

- Thank you.
- I have to take finger marks.

I hate finger-mark duty.

Detective work isn't always
about investigating, Henry.

Sometimes it involves
mind-numbing tedium.

I wouldn't mind so much
if it wasn't so futile.

Futile?

Henry, these finger marks
could identify our victim,

which puts us one step closer
to identifying

whoever's been tormenting
Detective Murdoch.

But who's to say the victim's
finger marks are even on file?

I mean, most people
aren't criminals, George.

True.

However, those most likely
to get their heads sawed off

are probably in league

with those
inclined to do the sawing,

who are, ipso facto, criminals.

I can't think of one instance

that we've discovered
someone's identity

by going through these files.

- We do it all the time.
- Do we?

Because it's my recollection

that we do this
until our eyes fall out,

and then Detective Murdoch
comes waltzing in here

and says,
"Check on so-and-so,"

and, lo and behold,
he's our man.

Detective Murdoch
doesn't waltz, Henry.

Believe me,
I've seen him try.

Sawed his head off,
did he?

Bloody hell,
this boy plays rough.

Yes, "plays" seems to be
the operative word, sir.

The dolls,
the childlike voice recordings-.

He's trying to get
under my skin.

Is it working?

File this please, Irving.

- Detective.
- Dr. Grace.

The headless victim
has no birthmarks,

no deformities, no scars.

Any identifying features not
accompanied by the word "no"?

No.

[clears throat]

What can you tell me
about him?

His musculature
was underdeveloped,

which suggests youth
and freedom from physical labor.

A young toff.

So how come we've
not heard about it, then?

One of theirs goes missing,

we generally find out about it
soon enough.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sir, this latest doll,

it's different
from the other two.

Different how?

The voice is higher-pitched
and seems more rushed.

See for yourself, sir.

Listen.

Hello, Detective Murdoch.

Will you play with me?

The recording is different
than the other dolls.

Listen.

You found me,
Detective Murdoch.

But who am I?

So you think
it's someone else?

No, the voice is the same,
but the tone is different,

and the cadence is off somehow.

The words are clipped,

as if it was recorded
at a slower speed

and then sped up somehow.

You found me,
Detective Murdoch.

[slowing down]
But who am I?

[deep voice] You found me,
Detective Murdoch.

What is it?

I've heard that voice.

When? Where?

But who am I?

I-I can't place it.

- Take a break for a bit.
- It'll come to you.

It's like when someone's name
is on the tip of your tongue.

No, sir, it's not
that sort of thing.

It's not a voice
I'm familiar with

and can't recall.

It's... it's more distant
than that.

- A voice from your past?
- Yes.

- From your childhood?
- No.

No, more recent-
Years, not decades.

You know what you need,
Murdoch?

A nice quiet sit-down
with your favorite head doctor.

Dr. Roberts?

As we know, he has a unique
way of unlocking the mind.

You are floating,

free from every constraint,

released from the bounds
of time and space.

You have no body.

Can you feel the chair
beneath you?

No.

You are going to hear a voice.

[deep voice] You found me,
Detective Murdoch.

But who am I?

This man is talking to you.

Do you know him?

No.

- Who is it?
- Do you know?

Where are you?

Where are you
when you hear the voice?

What do you see?

[deep voice] You found me,
Detective Murdoch.

- Trees.
- But who am I?

Grass.

Are you in the park?

No. No, there are buildings.

Who do you see?

Young people.

[indistinct chatter]

They're hurrying,

carrying books.

You're at school.

Not my school.

[deep voice] You found me,
Detective Murdoch.

But who am I?

Turn around, Detective.

Look around.

Who do you see?

- Detective, James Gillies.
- Robert Perry.

We were students
of Professor Bennett's.

- It wasn't my idea.
- Shut up, you fool.

You tried to kill me.

No, I didn't.

Whatever they said,
it was a trick.

Who is it, Detective?

James Gillies.

Good.

Very good.

- I've got it.
- Higgins, I've got it.

I've identified our victim.
It's Robert Perry.

Do you remember this?

He and an associate of his

killed a university professor
a while back.

I do remember it.

- George.
- Sir, our headless victim...

I believe it's the body
of Robert Perry.

Oh, and, George,

please look into the status
of James Gillies

at Kingston Penitentiary.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

Surprised, George?

No, I suppose not.

I remember
this arrogant little bastard

and his pal Robert Perry.

Perry made a nice deal,
I seem to recall.

Yes, only two years in prison

in exchange for testimony
against James Gillies.

Gillies was sentenced
to be hanged, was he not?

- Yes.
- So how's he doing this, then?

He would have to be
near the church

to make the recordings,

and yet he's in prison.

Unless he has an accomplice
carrying out his dirty work.

Seems to be his pattern.

What have you, George?

I was just on the telephone
with Kingston Penitentiary.

Apparently James Gillies
was executed three weeks ago.

- Executed?
- Hanged by the neck until dead.

And according to his family,

he was buried here in Toronto
last week.

Well, he didn't
rise from the grave.

Let's make sure of that.

[both grunting]

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[metallic clunk]

We're there, sir.

Already?

It's a miniature casket.

I don't remember James Gillies
being dwarfish.

Bring it up.

[shovel thuds]

There's something else.

Keep digging.

♪♪

[wood creaking]

Is that James Gillies?

I don't know, George.

He was clean-shaven
last time I saw him.

Let's get his body
to the morgue.

Sir.

George?

[crank whirring]

- Please stop.
- No, don't!

William, please help me!

That's Julia.

George, he has Julia.

[music intensifies]

- Please stop.
- No, don't!

William, please help me!

Dr. Ogden didn't show up
to her clinic this morning,

and no one's seen her
since last night.

Where's her husband?

Dr. Garland's on his way back
from a conference in Montreal.

He'll be home
in a couple of hours.

I'll deal with informing him
of the situation.

The body we pulled out
of the casket

was not that of James Gillies.

So who was it, then?

And how did he end up

at the end of a rope
meant for Gillies?

- Please stop.
- No, don't!

William, please help me!

I don't think
you'll get anything

off this recording, Murdoch.

It's too noisy.

Yes, there appears to be
the sound of a motor

in the distant background.

But beyond that,
there's another sound.

It occurs at the beginning
and repeats twice.

- Please stop.
- No, don't!

William, please help me!

I can barely hear anything.

I can.

There's a clue here somewhere.

Gillies has left nothing
to chance.

But what is it
about this recording

he wants me to find?

I think you're wasting
your time, Murdoch.

Sir, sounds seldom
repeat themselves.

Now, if I can eliminate
the foreground noise,

then perhaps I can identify it.

Is that possible?

Sir, a motor turns
at a fixed rate of speed.

That means the whine
of the motor

will oscillate
at a fixed frequency.

Now, if I can create
a standing wave

180 degrees out of phase
with that wave,

then the two waves
will cancel each other out,

and the net amplitude
of that frequency will be zero.

In plain English, Murdoch,
what would all that get us?

A clean recording!

And possibly a clue
as to Dr. Ogden's whereabouts.

Constable Worsley,

Alexander Graham Bell is staying
at the Queen's Hotel.

I need him to come here

and to bring his audiograph
with him.

Please hurry.
It's an emergency.

Sir?

Dr. Grace is here to see you.
And when you have a moment...

I'll be right with you,
George.

Dr. Grace,
do you have an update?

Yes, the man in the casket

had an advanced brain tumor
in the left temporal lobe.

But from what I can
determine so far,

the tumor was not lethal
in its current stage.

But he was dying from it, yes?

Yes, a painful,
slow way to go.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- What do you have, George?

Sir, I spoke to the warden
at Kingston Penitentiary.

He's surprised that
James Gillies escaped the noose,

but he thinks he knows how.

How?

In the months prior
to Gillies' death,

he grew a beard, much like
one of the guards there,

a Robert Shoucair.

Apparently the two
looked almost identical.

Where is this guard?

Well, he resigned
due to health problems.

- When was he discharged?
- October 4th.

The very same day

that James Gillies
was supposedly hanged.

Now, he has a widow that lives
just up on Dundas Street.

I'd like to speak with her.

Sir, I've asked someone
to fetch her.

- Very good, George.
- Thank you.

Good work, Crabtree.

We didn't know what to do.

I was-II am with child,

and the doctor told Bobby
he had less than a year to live.

He was hurting,
and it was only getting worse.

So your husband made a deal.

Yes.

I didn't like it,
but we knew he was going to die.

How much money
did Mr. Gillies give you?

$3,000 in cash.

You're not gonna take it,
are you?

My husband died for that money.

I'm not going to confiscate
your money, Mrs. Shoucair.

I just need to know
how you received it.

Did you meet Mr. Gillies?

No.

His wife brought it to me
in a suitcase.

His wife?

Yes, is that strange?

Insofar as Mr. Gillies
never married.

What did this woman look like?

Tall, not very attractive.

Done up like a doxy,
if you ask me.

Hello, William.

She had blonde hair.

George, you interviewed
a woman earlier-.

Blonde hair, heavily rouged,

lives near
Veronica Bowden's home.

- Ms. James.
- Yes, what's her address?

It's right here, sir,
Ms. Gillian James.

Gillian James?

James Gillies.

399 Berkeley Street.

It's the Empire Hotel,
where we found the little girl.

[intense music]

♪♪

I'm going in.

- Sir, you should wait.
- There are more men on the-.

He has Julia.

Detective Murdoch,
please come in.

Where is she?

You thought
I was gonna tell you?

Oh, Detective, you are wasting
such precious time.

You should have tried
to find her, not me.

I'm afraid Dr. Ogden only has
less than an hour to live.

- Where is she?
- Sirl.

Do you really think
you'd be here

if I hadn't led you here?

Think, Detective.

I wanted you to find me.

Why?

So I could watch

as you lost the thing
you love most in this world.

Don't deny it.

You really are wasting time,
Detective.

How much time do I have?

37 minutes
by my calculations,

less if she loses faith
you'll find her in time.

You mean if she panics.

You've rigged
some sort of device

to be triggered
by her heart rate.

Oh, I like that.

I almost wish I had done it,
but no.

You know what's funny?

Well, I guess you won't find it
that amusing,

but you will appreciate
the irony when you discover it.

Discover what?

That it was you
who killed her.

You were so hell-bent
on finding me,

you sealed her fate.

Of course, I knew you'd do that.

You're so predictable.
It's really not fair.

Tell you what, Detective.
Here's a hint.

You already have all the clues
you need to find her.

The question is,

are you smart enough
to figure it out in time?

- Where is she?
- [laughs] This is fun.

- Whoa, Murdoch.
- Hey, leave him.

Your friend
Alexander Graham Bell is here.

Go.

Now, then, laughing boy,

let's see if we can't fix
that smile of yours, eh?

- Mr. Bell.
- Ah.

Thank you.

Yes, I came as quick
as I could, Murdoch.

How can I help?

Have a listen to this.

- Please stop.
- No, don't!

William, please help me!

- My goodness.
- Yes.

There's a sound that repeats
in the background,

but it's obscured by the sound
of a motor running.

Yes.

I want to eliminate
the sound of the motor.

Then we need to determine
the motor's audio frequency.

Exactly.

Well, let's get to work,
shall we?

Is this still fun?

Or maybe you'd rather talk.

Tell me where Dr. Ogden is.

I believe I have a right
to a barrister.

[chuckles]

I have a right too.

And a left.

- Please stop.
- No, don't!

William, please help me!

Yes, yes.

The frequency
of the foreground noise

appears to be at 2,000
oscillations per second.

Make a minor adjustment.

[high-pitched whistle shrills]

- William, please help me!
- Ah, mm-hmm.

Right, and we know
that sound travels

at 1,125 feet per second.

Yes.

So if we take 1,125
into 2,000...

625...

6.75 times 1...

1.5...

Equals... 75...

10.125 inches.

Let's calibrate
the reflectors.

[crank whirring]

A little more.

No, no, too much.

Go back.

Back, back, back.

Stop!

Hmm.

That's as good
as we're gonna get it.

- Please stop.
- No, don't!

[clicking]

William, please help me!

[clicking]

I've heard that sound before.

Where?

[clicking]

The cemetery.

37 minutes
by my calculations,

less if she loses faith
you'll find her in time.

There were two fresh graves.

Help!

He's buried her alive.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

You already have all the clues
you need to find her.

- [pounding]
- Help!

William, help!
Help!

You were so hell-bent
on finding me,

you sealed her fate.

♪♪

Here!
Start digging!

William, help!

[gasping]

- [grunting]
- Quickly!

She's running out of air.

[gasping slows]

Julia. God, please.

William.

- It's all right.
- You're with me now.

[panting]

I'm so sorry.

What took you so long?

[laughter]

Mr. Gillies.

Nicely played,
Detective Murdoch.

Looks like you win again.

I'm going to watch you hang
in person this time,

Mr. Gillies.

I'm flattered.

Why do this?

You could have walked away
a free man.

I don't like to be bested.

You beat me the first time.
I wanted a rematch.

Well, the game
is good and over now.

But I am curious-
Why Veronica Bowden?

Of all the girls in the city,
why kidnap her?

- Her house is where I grew up.
- They never changed the locks.

If you'd have simply
checked the records,

you'd have figured that out,

but I knew
you'd overthink it all.

Your genius
will be your undoing.

Yours as well,
Mr. Gillies,

perhaps sooner
than you might like.

Driver.

I'm completely fine,
William.

You almost died
because of me.

You can't blame yourself

for the actions
of a deranged criminal.

And Darcy?

He must find me at fault
to some degree.

He's admittedly
curious to know

why someone would seek
their revenge on you

by endangering me.

And if I may ask,
what did you tell him?

The truth:

That somehow Mr. Gillies knew

how much we meant
to one another-.

Our history, working together,

and our friendship.

And I apologize
for putting that at risk.

Never again do I want to feel
such desperation.

Do you know how I survived?

I knew you'd come, William.

Even if you had to move
heaven and Earth to do it,

I knew you'd find me.

- Detective?
- This arrived for you.

It was mailed yesterday,
no return address.

A final gift
from James Gillies.

So it would seem.

Murdoch.

Just had word
from the Durham County Police.

Apparently the jail wagon
transporting James Gillies

overturned
on the Rouge River Bridge.

The whole wagon
plunged into the river below.

Guard and driver
were both killed.

And James Gillies?

They haven't been able
to find his body.

Detective Murdoch,
I hope you enjoyed our reunion,

but I do wonder
when we'll meet again.

Until the next time.

So he's alive?

I think it's safe
to assume that he's...

I don't know.

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