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I have yet to kiss the bride.

the evidence against
Mary Thompson is unequivocal.

You will learn
of her fingermarks on the knife

that was plunged six times
into the chest of her husband.

You will learn
of how that same weapon

was discovered lying
on her bedside the next morning.

And you will learn
of Mrs. Thompson's claims

that she has no memory
of these events.

The prosecution calls
their first witness.

[Clears throat]

DR. OGDEN: Mrs. Mary Thompson
was a patient of mine.

She'd been having memory lapses.

I suspected she was experiencing
what we call a fugue state.

GORDON: I don't require
a diagnosis, doctor.

Was there another reason

that Mrs. Thompson sought
your professional help?

Yes. She was having
disturbing fantasies.

GORDON: Of What?

- Killing her husband.
-[ Murmuring]

GORDON: And in these fantasies,
how did she kill her husband?

She stabbed him, repeatedly.
In the chest.

GORDON: And you took these
fantasies quite seriously,

-did you not?
- DR. OGDEN: Yes, I did.

So seriously, in fact,

that you personally contacted
Mr. Thompson

to warn him that
his life might be in danger.

I wrote Mr. Thompson a letter.

I was unable
to contact him personally.

Thank you.

Those are my questions.

Dr. Ogden, tell us more
about this "fugue state."

DR. OGDEN:
It's a term coined

by the French psychologist
Pierre Janet

to describe people
who disassociate

from their normal identity
and take refuge in a new one.

And is this
a conscious decision?

DR. OGDEN: No.
It's completely unconscious.

In fact, the sufferer typically
has no memory of the episode.

BENNETT: So this would explain
why Mary Thompson

has no memory of the night
her husband was murdered?

Yes, it would.

BENNETT: Those are my questions,
Your Honor.

Your Honor, I wish to redirect.

Proceed.

Dr. Ogden, would it be possible

for someone to feign
this so-called state?

DR. OGDEN: To What end?

Well, to murder one's husband

and blame it
on a psychological anomaly.

I would suggest there are better
ways to kill one's husband

than to leave
a trail of evidence

and hope to be judged
criminally insane.

So you agree that this woman

should be committed to an asylum
for life?

Of course.

One cannot be allowed
to kill one's husband

and simply get away with it.

Those are my questions.

Is there any mail?

Thank you.

"You have condemned her.
Mary Thompson is innocent."

The baker says that the cakes
will be ready at 4:00.

But he closes at 5:00.
So you can't dillydally.

And they're for the wedding?

No. For the rehearsal dinner.
Are you even listening?

The rehearsal dinner.
What's to rehearse?

It's just two "I do's,"
a peck on the lips,

and one of them gets a ring.

A wedding is a very solemn
occasion, Thomas.

It may mean nothing to you,

but it did to me
and it does to them,

and I am going to make sure

that at least
they have a decent wedding!

[Sighs]

Oh, Julia!

Margaret.
How nice to see you.

I'm so glad I bumped into you.
Dinner is set for 7:00.

I've arranged for the priest
to come to run through the vows.

How wonderful.
Thank you, Margaret.

Oh, uh, there won't be
an organist,

so we'll have to hum
the "Wedding March."

[ Holds a note]

[Giggles]

[ Humming
Mendelssohn's "Wedding March" ]

Uh, this one, sir,

should be about two knuckles
longer than this side.

Then we go long over short,
up through the middle,

fold this side into a bow, hence
the name, come around here.

When my Aunt Azalea
taught me this, sir,

there was a rabbit coming out
of a hole next to a tree.

There was a whole fable.
It was very confusing.

Nonetheless, she did teach me

that the sign
of a true gentlemen

is being able to tie
your own bow tie.

Not that I'm suggesting you --

I wouldn't disagree, George.

DR. OGDEN:
Well, look at you.

- Um, isn't it bad luck...
-[ Chuckles softly ]

...for the bride to see
the groom in his wedding suit?

Sir, I believe that's the other
way around. You should be fine.

Doctor.

I daresay
I should marry you more often.

[ Chuckles]
I think once in a lifetime

is quite sufficient, thank you.

How was your testimony?

Well, I thought it went fine
until I received this.

"You have condemned her."

- Who sent this?
- I have no idea.

It came with the afternoon post.

It's postmarked at noon.
Two hours ago.

Right after my testimony.

William, I told the court

that she should spend the rest
of her days in an asylum.

If she is innocent,
I may well have condemned her.

The trial's half over, and you
want to start an investigation?

Aren't you two
about to get married?

Sir, Station House Number Five
investigated the case,

and as we know,
they aren't always as thorough

as they could be.

Not that they'll enjoy
having that pointed out to them.

Who sent the postcard?

I have no idea.

BRACKENREID:
And why send it to you?

Why not the lawyer?
Or the police, for that matter?

Whoever sent it must have felt
that I would seek the truth.

Right. Your first job is to
find out who sent the postcard.

I suppose we'll start
at the Empress Hotel.

If you find anything,
it will be my personal pleasure

to go to Station House Five
and request their files.

William, look.

Excuse me?

Yes?

Where else might someone find
one of these?

We leave a complimentary card
in every room, sir.

So it could have been sent
by any guest.

Or anyone
passing through this lobby.

That doesn't narrow
our list of possibilities much.

No, but think of this, Julia.

The sender
could have chosen any card.

Why send one that could only
have come from this hotel?

They wanted me to come here.

Something relevant to this case
happened here.

What if Mary Thompson was here

the night
of her husband's murder?

Perhaps the sender saw her here.

Why not simply state that
directly on the card?

The sender
may not want to be identified.

This is a hotel, after all.

Indeed.

[Clears throat]

Excuse me?

- Detective William Murdoch.
- Yes?

We'd like to have a look
at your register.

Uh, what was the night, again?

His body was found
the morning of April 11th.

Right.
We looking for a Mary Thompson

who checked in on April 10th.

April 10th.

Mary Thompson.
Mary Thompson.

I have a Madeline Thompson.
Checking in at 11:00 p.m.

"Madeline"?

A person in a fugue state
will often adopt a new identity.

This could be her.

Wasn't she found in her home
the next morning?

Excuse me?

When did Mrs. Thompson
check out?

Yes.

3:30 a.m., April 11th.

What was the time of death?

According to Dr. Grace,
the time of death was 2:00 a.m.,

and she was at the hotel
until 3:30.

3:30? Why would she
up and leave a hotel

in the middle of the night?

We don't know, sir.

She has no memory
of the evening in question.

Where was the husband killed?

- At their house.
- Eight blocks away.

You need to confirm
that this Madeline

was, in fact, Mary Thompson.

We'll need a photograph.

BRACKENREID:
A mug shot should suffice.

Station House Number Five
should have one.

- That's her.
- MURDOCH: This is the woman

who checked in at 11:00
on the night of the 10th

and checked out at 3:30 a.m.
the next morning?

The night clerk was here
when she checked out,

but that is the woman
I saw check in, yes.

Very good.

I'll be needing that.

This?

My God, this is incredible.
I just assumed she'd done it.

She assumed...

This changes everything.

And you concluded that this
was the murder weapon?

It matched the wounds exactly,
in depth and breadth.

GORDON: Did you find
fingermarks on the knife?

We did. They belonged
to the accused, Mary Thompson.

Hmm.
Thank you, Inspector.

Those are my questions.

Inspector Davis, were you aware
that Mary Thompson has an alibi

for the time
of her husband's death?

No, I...

Your Honor, I would like
to introduce as exhibit "A"

the hotel ledger which shows

that Mary Thompson checked into
the Empress Hotel at 11:00 p.m.

and did not check out
until 3:30 a.m.,

two hours after the time
of her husband's murder.

Your Honor,

this is new information,
potentially unfounded.

The name here
is for Madeline Thompson.

According to Detective Murdoch,

Rodney James, the hotel clerk
at the Empress Hotel,

identified Mary Thompson
as the woman who checked in.

Detective Murdoch?

You attest to all of this?

Yes, I do, Your Honor.

It means nothing.

She could have left the hotel,
killed her husband,

and returned to establish
an alibi.

If she was merely trying
to establish an alibi,

why check out at 3:30?

She could have stayed all night.

Detective, is Station House Four
working for the defense?

We are working for the truth.

As am I.

I'm convinced
she killed her husband,

and I intend to prove it.

Well, why not?
It wouldn't be the first time

you believed
a woman killed her husband

and she turned out
to be innocent.

You bring your evidence,
I will bring mine.

Right. If Mary Thompson
didn't kill her husband,

we've got to prove it.
So, what's the plan?

We know
she was at the Empress Hotel

for at least part
of the night in question.

I'll send Higgins
to the Empress Hotel.

Talk to the night clerk.
See if anyone else saw her.

We should also try to determine
who the real killer might be.

Who the victim is --
What did he do?

DR. OGDEN:
He was a businessman, I believe.

Follow the money.
Crabtree, dig into

Mr. Thompson's
business dealings.

I will...

What are you standing around
for?

I believe we're supposed to be
at the rehearsal dinner.

- BRACKENREID: What time is it?
-[ Gasps]

Bloody hell.

Here they are.

- Mrs. Brackenreid.
- Constable.

Where have you been?
She's been driving me crazy.

You're lucky I was able
to get them here when I did.

Margaret.
Sorry we're late.

Oh, no, don't be silly. It's
what rehearsals are all about.

- Detective.
- Mrs. Brackenreid.

Father Clements has been waiting
half an hour.

I thought that's
what rehearsals were all about.

[ Scoffs ]
Don't try to be smart, Thomas.

- It doesn't suit you.
-[ Sighs]

All right, everyone.

Father Clements
doesn't have much time,

so we'll get right to it.

Detective, you will be
at the front of the aisle

with your best man.

Who is your best man?

Oh, I-l don't...

What does a best man do?

Well, traditionally, a b--

MARGARET:
He gives you the ring.

Well, I have the ring.

Well, pick a best man,
give him the ring,

and he'll hand it back to you.

Just do it.

Right.

Uh, George,
if -- if you would, please...

Sir.

Do you really...

Oh, I don't know what to say.

Yes, of course.

L-I'm honored, sir.
I won't let you down.

All right. Very good.
Thank you.

Well, get up there with him.

Go. Up, up, UP-

Wonderful. Excellent.

- Now, Dr. Grace.
- Yes?

As the maid of honor, you are
the first down the aisle.

So you must start marching

the moment the organist begins
to play the "Wedding March."

[Sighs]

Traditionally,
this is the moment

where the father of the bride
takes your arm

to lead you down the aisle.

But seeing
as your father has passed,

you'll have to do it
on your own.

Actually, I was wondering if you
might give me away, Inspector?

Oh.

- Oh.
-l'd be honored.

No drinking before the wedding,
then.

All right, everybody.

Please hum!

[All humming
Mendelssohn's "Wedding March" ]

Not too fast, Dr. Grace.

Remember to follow the beat.
It's step, together, step.

Now, Thomas,
you step in with the bride.

[Humming continues]

Now, very nice.
Well done!

She's done this before,
Margaret.

-[ Sighs]
'[ Humming stops]

[Hums finale]

[ Claps]
Well done!

Yes, and I take it from here.

Thank you
for that rousing rendition.

Thank you.

CLEMENTS: As we discussed,
I will be forgoing

the traditional mass in favor
of a service in English...

Why don't they just get married
and have done with it?

Everyone's here.

The musicians aren't.

You've hummed them to the altar.
What more is there?

The wedding waltz, Thomas.

Don't you remember
the wedding waltz?

Oh, no, of course you don't.

You were three sheets
to the wind by then.

[Sighs]

And from there, we will proceed
directly to the vows.

I will ask you
if you will take your bride

in sickness and health,
till death do you part,

and you will answer...

I do.

And I will ask you the same
question, and you will answer...

I do.

And then you will pass William
the ring.

CRABTREE: Oh. Sir.

Thank you, George.

And we'll leave that
for tomorrow.

Oh. Of course.

CRABTREE:
I'll best hold onto that, sir.

Are you sure, George?

I'm the best man.

BRACKENREID:
Who's Alexander Wainwright?

He was the victim's
business partner.

- MURDOCH: What kind of business?
- Manufacturing.

They moved to Toronto in January
to set up a tire factory.

The two of them
bought an old mattress factory

on Dufferin Street and were
in the process of converting it

when Thompson was killed.

Anything out of the ordinary?

Well, since Thompson's death,

Wainwright has been liquidating
all the business' assets.

- Sounds fishy.
- CRABTREE: Now, see, sir...

I would think that fish would
make almost no sound at all.

-I've never understood --
- George.

You're right, though, sir.

Both men signed an agreement

stating that in the case
of either man's death,

all the assets of the business
would accrue to the other.

That's interesting.

Why would they sign
such an agreement?

CRABTREE: I don't know.

The lawyer drafted the agreement
at the request of Wainwright.

And the lawyer
said he'd never met Thompson.

Apparently he was
something of a recluse.

When was this agreement signed?

CRABTREE: April 4th.

A week before he was killed.

Now, that is interesting.

This is Mr. Thompson?

WAINWRIGHT: Yes.
It was taken in Kingston

just after
we formed our partnership.

Percy brought the know-how.
I brought the money.

We were going to make a fortune.

Anyway, you're not here
to talk about my sad story.

MURDOCH: I'd like to know
about the document

giving you 100% of the company

in the event
of your partner's death.

It was a perfectly legitimate
business agreement.

MURDOCH: Signed a week
prior to your partner's murder?

The timing is suspicious.

I'm sure it strikes you
as suspicious.

Unfortunately, I can't talk
about it right now.

I have an important engagement.

MURDOCH: Perhaps you'd prefer
to continue this conversation

-down at the station house.
- I can't.

I'm due to give testimony
in this exact matter.

Questions will be asked
and answered.

If you have any remaining,
I'll answer them when I'm done.

We had arranged
to meet for breakfast.

When Percy didn't arrive,
I went to his house.

The door was locked,
and there wasn't an answer.

And were you concerned?

I had a feeling
something wasn't right,

so I summoned a constable.

GORDON:
And what happened then?

I found Percy
stabbed to death in his bed.

GORDON: And Mrs. Thompson?

We found her in the next room,
asleep,

the bloody knife beside her.

GORDON: What happened
when you tried to awaken her?

She looked at the knife
and said, "I killed him.

I finally killed him."

[Spectators murmur]

I've seen Detective Murdoch
smile exactly 343 times...

342 of which were when Dr. Ogden
walked into his office.

The other time was?

What?

I'm asking you.

Henry, Detective Murdoch has
chosen me to be his best man.

Yes. I am fully aware
of that, George.

As is everyone else
in this station house.

And as best man,
it is incumbent upon me

to give a toast extolling the
union of the bride and the groom

in an amusing-yet-heartfelt
manner.

Now, he smiles when he sees her,
yet he's not the smiley sort.

He smiles at lots of things.

Every time he solves a case.

In fact, he smiles twice --

once when he just thinks
that he's solved the case

and then again
when he actually has.

That's quite funny, Henry.
I might use that.

When he thinks he's solved it...

What have you found out
about Mary Thompson's movements

on the night of the murder?

Well, she checked in
under the name Madeline, sir.

She arrived at 11:00 p.m.

The bartender remembers
seeing her around midnight

in the lounge
having a drink with a gentleman.

- Who was he?
- HIGGINS: He didn't know.

He only saw the man from behind.

He had dark hair, though.

Right.

What about the night clerk?

He's still asleep, sir.

He works the night shift.

Well, Henry, wake him up.

This can't wait.

Sir.

He could be
the sender of the postcard.

Possibly.
But how do we find out?

DR. OGDEN:
You're with a man.

You're both sitting together
in the hotel lounge.

MARY: Hmm.

I can't see.

DR. OGDEN: He has dark hair.

Yes.
There is a man.

We're walking down the hall.

Do you know this man?

Yes.

Who is it?

L...

I can't see his face.

I'm leaning on him.

Are you drunk?

MARY: N0.

Oh.

I'm tired.

I'm so dizzy and tired.

I can barely stand up.

Of course she was tired.
It was 3:30 in the morning.

The way she described it, I
think she may have been drugged.

Where were they heading?

To the front desk.

Higgins!
Where's that night clerk?

He'll be in at noon, sir.

Noon?

Get him in here now.

I can't. He's been called in
for questioning

-by Station House Five.
- BRACKENREID: Oh! Bloody Davis!

Dr. Grace.
How can we help you?

I've just been subpoenaed to
testify against Mary Thompson.

Dr. Grace, at what time did you
determine the victim died?

Between 12:30 and 2:00 a.m.

And how did you determine that?

Well, there were
a number of factors.

Lividity, for one.

Which is the extent
to which the blood

settles into the lower part
of the corpse?

Yes.
That's correct.

GORDON: What other factors?

DR. GRACE:
Internal body temperatures.

A corpse will cool
at a very specific rate

depending on
the ambient temperature.

Hmm. How could you determine
the ambient temperature

at the time of death
when you weren't in the room?

I estimated.

Oh. So you guessed.

And the initial
body temperature?

Different people
have different body temperatures

at different times.

I assumed 98 degrees.

So you guessed again.

Is it fair to say that with
every estimate and assumption,

there would be
a margin of error?

Yes, of course.

And when compounded,
these errors

could throw off your
calculations by a wide margin?

- DR. GRACE: I suppose.
- GORDON: Oh.

So it's possible, therefore,
that the victim, in fact,

could have died at, say,
4:00 a.m. instead of 2:00?

Yes. It's possible.

Thank you.

Mr. Prue, were you
the night clerk on duty

when Mrs. Thompson checked out
of the Empress Hotel?

Yes, I was.

And what time was this?

3:30 in the morning.

Hmm. And was she with anyone
at the time?

Yes. Her husband.

Her husband?

PRUE: Yes.

GORDON: So despite
the opinion of the coroner,

Mr. Thompson was alive at 3:30?

PRUE: Yes.

Very much so.

GORDON: Thank you.

I hate to admit it, Julia,

but if Mr. Thompson
was alive at 3:30,

then his wife very well
could have killed him.

If you believe Dr. Grace to have
been wrong in her calculations.

- Sir. Doctor.
- George.

Sir, if we could have
a moment...

Sir, wonderful news.

Mr. Pendrick has arranged
for a beautiful coach

-for your marriage.
- Oh.

CRABTREE: Regrettably,
the lads are talking

about attaching noisemakers
to it.

Empty tin cans and whatnot.
Nothing explosive.

But, as your best man, I thought
you should be forewarned.

DR. OGDEN: Excuse me.
William.

This was sent to the courthouse.

MURDOCH: "The man she was with
was not her husband."

George, I need you to go
to Wainwright's office.

On the wall there,
you'll find a portrait

of Mr. Wainwright
and Mr. Thompson.

Please bring it here
as quickly as you can.

Sir.

Mr. Prue, how did you know

the man with Mrs. Thompson
was her husband?

They were wearing
matching wedding rings.

You don't see that very often --
a man wearing a wedding ring.

-[ Door opens]
- BENNETT: Mr. Prue...

- Sir.
- Thank you, George.

Excuse me.

Your Honor, new evidence
may have emerged,

and Defense requests
a short recess to review it.

Denied.

Any questions you have, you
can put before the court now.

Thank you, Your Honor.
[Clears throat]

One moment, please.

Look, I can't do this.

What if the night clerk
identifies the man she was with

as her husband?

Then that will be
the truth of it.

My job
is not about finding the truth.

It's about defending my client.

Detective Murdoch.
Do you have something to say?

Your Honor, we need to confirm

that it was, indeed,
Percival Thompson

whom the night clerk saw
on the night in question.

I have a photograph
of Mr. Thompson.

How are we to know this is, in
fact, the defendant's husband?

Ask his wife.

The Defense
has no further questions.

JUDGE: Well, / do.

Detective, if you will.

Your Honor,
this is highly irregular.

Duly noted.
Proceed.

Mrs. Thompson...

do you see your husband,
Percival, in this photograph?

Yes.

Could you please point to him?

Thank you.

Mr. Prue...

...is the man that you saw
with Mrs. Thompson

on the morning of April 11th
in this photograph?

Yes.

Could you please point to him?

Are you quite sure?

I'm positive.

I never forget a face.

Let the court record show that
the witness indicates the man

he saw on the night in question
with Mrs. Thompson

was Alexander Wainwright,
not Percival Thompson.

[Spectators murmur]

BENNETT: [ Sighs 1

So, your contention is that
Wainwright murdered his partner?

That's why he arranged for
Thompson to sign that agreement.

He knew
that with his partner dead,

Wainwright would become
the obvious suspect.

He had to frame someone else.

He knew about Mary Thompson's
fugue episodes...

knew that she would have
no memory of them.

How did he know
she was having such an episode

on the night in question?

MURDOCH: Thompson
could have informed him.

They were partners after all.

That's speculation.

Well, do you have
a more compelling theory?

[Sighs]

Wainwright drugged
Mrs. Thompson.

He took her key.

He then went and stabbed
her husband to death.

He returned
to collect Mrs. Thompson.

Who was too drugged
to know what was happening.

MURDOCH:
He brought Mrs. Thompson home,

clasped her hand
around the murder weapon,

and then placed her in the room
next door to her dead husband.

Knowing she would still be there
when he summoned the constable

-the next day.
- GORDON: It's a good theory.

I would just like to hear
what Mr. Wainwright has to say.

Yeah. As would I.

Uh, this is
a private meeting, Constable.

Please allow me this indulgence,
Your Honor.

What have you, George?

Sir, there's no sign
of Wainwright.

His office has been cleaned out.

Same with his house
on Clancy Street.

MURDOCH:
Did you speak with his lawyer?

I did. Wainwright was there
most of the morning.

He cashed out
his company's holdings

in the form of bearer bonds.

He's fleeing
with his ill-gotten gains.

Thank you, George.
Post constables

-at all railway stations.
- CRABTREE: Sir.

MURDOCH: [ Sighs 1

Given that this is Station House
Number Five's case,

perhaps they could assist with
a few constables of their own.

I'll speak with Inspector Davis.
You'll get whatever you need.

Your Honor,
in light of this new evidence,

the Crown hereby removes all
charges against Mrs. Thompson.

Mr. Bennett, you can inform your
client that she is free to go.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I can't thank you enough.

Thank you, Detective.

GORDON: [ Sighs 1

[Sighs]

You could not have given me
a better wedding present.

[ Chuckles ]
You're very welcome, Dr. Ogden.

Were we meant
to give each other gifts?

DR. OGDEN: [Laughs]

Let's get married, Mr. Murdoch.

Indeed.

[ Indistinct conversations]

WOMAN: Thank you.
Right there.

No.
I need them to be equal.

So just put it over two rungs
to the right,

and everything will be okay.

Beautiful.
All right.

No. You need to move it back
at least a foot.

We need to fit eight tables
in here.

Thank you.
[Sighing ] All right.

One. . .two. . .three.

[ Breathes deeply]
Perfect.

Hurry on, Higgins.
We'll be late.

HIGGINS:
You're not going in uniform?

Of course not. I bought a suit
especially for the occasion.

I am the best man after all.

Ah. The ring.

Best not forget that.

All right.
Where is it?

I don't have it.

Higgins,
I don't have time for this.

Why would I take the ring,
George?

CRABTREE: Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because you're jealous
that Detective Murdoch

picked me to be best man.

More likely because
you've been lording that status

ever since it was granted.

- Lording?
- You've used the term "best man"

exactly 343 times
in the last two days.

All right.
Fair enough.

I see
how you could take it that way.

I apologize for said lording.

Now please
just give me back the ring.

George, I don't have it.

And if you don't [Sighs]

You best tell him
sooner than later.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, Julia, it's so beautiful.

[ Sighs]
You don't think it's too...

white?

It's not white.
It's cream.

Anyone can see that.

And if they can't,
that's their bother.

[Bell rings]

That must be your bouquet.

Thank you.

Was it the bouquet?

Mrs. Thompson.

I'm so sorry to interrupt,

but I'm leaving town,
and I wanted to thank you.

You saved my life.

[Bell rings]

[ Gasps]
I'll get it.

I couldn't be happier for you.

When are you leaving?

Today, on the 6:32.

I've decided to stay
with my sister for a while.

I understand completely.

Thank you, Dr. Ogden.

And I wish you the very best.

And I you, Mary.

MARY: [ Chuckles ]

A bit nervous, are you?

A bit, sir, I suppose.

Don't worry, Murdoch.
You'll do just fine.

I'm sure you're right.

It's just a ceremony after all.

I'm not talking about
the ceremony, me old mucker.

Sir.

I'll say this just once.

She has experience.

You don't.

That can be a challenge
for a man.

[Chuckles]
Sir, I-l really --

BRACKENREID: Trust me.
I've been there.

Mrs. Brackenreid?

Margaret?
God, no.

I'm talking about Suzie Waters
from Barnsley.

[ Breathes deeply]

I knew I wasn't first
past the post with her.

The trick, Murdoch,
is to fake it.

- Fake it, sir?
- BRACKENREID: Convince yourself

that every time you imagined
doing it, you actually did it.

Show her who's the man.

That's what she wants.

Don't, whatever you do,
let her take charge.

That road leads to nowhere good.

[ Indistinct conversations]

[Sighs]

Cutting it rather close,
aren't you?

I believe
we've got two minutes to spare.

[ Scoffs ]
Where's the bride?

I'm sure
she'll be along presently.

What's the rush?

The quartet's
only booked until 8:00.

-[ Horse nickers]
- Oh.

MURDOCH: There she is now.

You mustn't see the bride
before the wedding!

- Oh!
- It's fine. I'm sure --

- Thomas!
- Let's get you married, Murdoch.

[ Breathes deeply]
Oh.

[ Mendelssohn's "Wedding March"
Plays ]

The best man has yet to arrive.

That's his tough luck.

[ Sighs]
He has the ring.

FATHER CLEMENTS:
William Murdoch, Julia Ogden...

Bloody hell.

...it makes me so happy
to see you here before me today,

coming as you have to enter into
the bonds of holy matrimony.

Hurry u Oh!
p. b

Sir!

Sir, I lost the ring.

I lost the ring, sir.

There was a hole in my pocket.
It must have fallen through.

Chuffing hell, Crabtree.

I've looked everywhere for it,
sir.

[Sighs] Never mind.
We'll use Margaret's.

George! George!

- I found it in your typewriter.
- Oh!

Henry...

-...you're my best man!
-[Laughs]

Oi! Stop that!
Come on!

FATHER CLEMENTS: Man and woman
are not two, but they are one.

This union that God has made
cannot be separated.

George.
Do you have the ring?

Yes. Of course.
[ Scoffs ]

FATHER CLEMENTS: And Paul said
in 1 Corinthians 13,

"lf I speak in the tongues
of men and of angels..."

Julia.

What is it?

Why was Wainwright
wearing Thompson's ring

the night
the hotel clerk first saw him?

He was trying
to impersonate him, I suppose.

Wouldn't Mrs. Thompson
have noticed

if the man was wearing
her husband's wedding ring?

"If I have given away
all that I have..."

MURDOCH:
What if it's the reverse?

The reverse?

What if the man the night clerk
saw was her husband?

Impersonating Wainwright.

Has anybody
ever met Mr. Thompson?

His wife identified him.

She could have lied.

Who would think to question her?

Especially when she was
the main suspect in his murder.

So the person sending the
postcard and the telegram...

Was her husband.

FATHER CLEMENTS: "...believes
all things, hopes all things..."

What's going on?

I don't know.

"Love never ends."

She's leaving town.

On the 6:32.

- We have to stop them.
- Yes.

-[ Gasps ] Thomas!
-[ Spectators murmur]

Stop right there.
What's going on?

Inspector, Mrs. Mary Thompson
and her husband

are getting away with murder.

- Whose husband?
- Thompson is Wainwright.

Wainwright is Thompson.

- BRACKENREID: Who's dead?
- BOTH: Wainwright.

MURDOCH:
Sir, we have no time to waste.

- They're getting away.
- I don't bloody care.

You're not leaving
until you're officially married.

- Sir!
-[ Loudly] I said...

[Whispering]
..."Get married."

[Spectators murmur]

He's right.

Yes. Yes, of course.
Of course.

Welcome back.

Can we hurry?

Yes.

"And the Lord God said,

'It is not good
that the man should be alone.

I will make him a helpmate.'

And so, from the soil,
the Lord God

-fashioned all the wild beasts."
- MURDOCH: [Clears throat]

- Father, the vows.
- Yes?

Of course.

William Murdoch, do you take
this woman to be your wife?

Do you promise to be true to her
in good times and bad,

in sickness and in health?

Do you promise
to love her and honor her

all the days of your life?

I do.

And do you, Julia, take this man
to be your husband?

- Do you promise to --
- I do.

-L-| truly do.
-[ Laughter]

Then by the authority
of the Church,

I ratify and bless
this bond of marriage.

In the name of the Father,
Son, and Holy Spirit...

-amen.
- DR. OGDEN: [Chuckles]

The ring.

- Oh. George.
- Oh.

Oh, that's --
That's quite clever.

[ Chuckles ]

[Applause]

George, Henry...

there's a 6:32 train
bound for Buffalo.

Go to Union Station,

have the constables
look for Mary Thompson.

And have someone
man the call box.

But the reception!

Wainwright was the money man.

Thompson had a fortune
to gain by his death.

But if Thompson
was pretending to be Wainwright,

then where was Wainwright?

Not in Toronto.

Thompson came ahead of time to
establish himself as Wainwright.

Once the real Mr. Wainwright
arrived, he was killed.

And Mary pretended
the victim was her husband.

What on earth, William?!

Oh, the lads
from the station house.

DR. OGDEN: Hopefully
Mrs. Thompson is still at home.

Hello.
Where's Mrs. Thompson?

She's gone.

Gone where?

Don Station, I believe.

William, they're
not crossing the border.

They're trying to flee east.

Telephone the police call box
at Union Station.

Tell the constable there

to meet Detective
William Murdoch at Don Station.

- GARDENER: Certainly, sir.
- Thank you.

Don Station, please.

-I'm not finished --
- We have no time.

[ Indistinct shouting]

Whoa.

I'm afraid we're at an impasse
until this clears up.

Giddyap!

Whoa.

CONDUCTOR: All aboard!

Train boarding!
Two minutes!

Mrs. Thompson?

WOMAN: Thank you.

What is the matter?

Dr. Ogden,
what are you doing here?

We're looking for your husband.

My husband is dead.

The man you identified
as your dead husband

was Alexander Wainwright.

That's absurd.

I think "audacious"
is a better word.

Well, you have no proof.

Not yet.

BRACKENREID: I got your message,
Murdoch. What's going on?

Have you searched the train?

Lads have been through it, sir.
There's no sign of him.

[Whistle blows]

CONDUCTOR: All aboard

for Cobourg, Kingston,
and points beyond!

MARY: Well, unless
you have some evidence

to back up
this ridiculous theory,

I've got a train to catch.

George.

Search this trunk.

[ Bell clanging I

Mrs. Thompson, your train.

- Percy!

- MARY: [ Crying ]
-l'm sorry.

George.

MARY: Oh. Oh, my love.

Oh, that's enough, Crabtree.
Break 'em up.

- All right. That's enough.
- No. Percy.

- No. Please. No.
- Mary!

Mary, Mary.

Bloody hell.

- Sir?
- Margaret. The reception.

[Sighs]

At least they were true
to their vows --

till death do them part.

[ Laughter,
indistinct conversations]

Excuse me.

Can you do one more song?
The wedding waltz. For me.

Thank you.

The scotch is at the bar.

I assume
that's why you came back.

The job comes first, Margaret.
You know that.

All I know
is that my perfect wedding

turned into a perfect disaster.

As long as the marriage is
perfect, what does it matter?

[ Chuckles ]
A perfect marriage?

There's no such thing.

[Waltz plays]

Why are they playing
the wedding waltz?

Apparently,
I missed the first one.

Mrs. Brackenreid...

would you care to dance?

Oh, Thomas.

WOMAN: Here they come!

Congratulations!

[ Gasps ]
They came back!

- Of course they did.
- Oh!

Shall we?

It is our dance after all.

Indeed.

So...

are you giving your toast
to the groom?

I fear the moment has passed.

- Would you like to hear it?
- Certainly.

[ Clears throat ]
"To Detective Murdoch.

May he always be as happy
as he looks today."

ls that it?

Do you have anything to add?

No.

I believe that says it all.

-[ Sighs]
- My hair must look a fright.

No.

You've never looked lovelier.

I think this has been
the perfect wedding day.

With one exception --

I have yet to kiss the bride.