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Excuse me.

Can't you see we're busy, lady?

I am a morality officer, and you are
breaking the law.

High Park closed to all at nightfall.

Carousing in the park after sundown.

Improper conduct in public in the length
of that skirt.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Who's there?

Help!

Someone, please!

Miss Pershing, are you all right?

Does it look like I'm all right?

No, not really.

What on earth has happened?

I was attacked.

By who?

Not by whom. By what?

What? I wasn't attacked by a man. I was
attacked by a beast.

It started to begin.

This happened while you were on patrol?

It was the end of my shift. I was...

I was on the street outside High Park
when I felt the presence behind me.

I turned and saw with enormous eyes,
wild and drooling like I was at dinner.

I ran, but the beast pushed me down.

How did you manage to escape?

I hit and kicked with all my might.

I think you met the rabid coyote Miss
Cherry has been writing about.

Rabid? What does that mean?

Do I have rabies?

That is highly unlikely.

Unless, of course, you were bitten.

I don't think I was.

Well, you're not afraid of water, so
that's a good sign.

Why would I be afraid of water?

Hydrophobia is a symptom of the disease.

More specifically, the fear of the pain
of swallowing.

That does hurt.

You were likely screaming a great deal
during the attack.

Besides, it's much too soon for
hydrophobia to set in. It's a symptom

occurs much later in the disease.

But I will take you to the hospital just
to be certain.

Perhaps they can take a look at that
scratch on your cheek as well.

So, I could still have rabies?

This bird here wasn't bitten, but the
doctor vaccinated her just to be safe.

Well, that's a relief.

But since when did coyotes start
tracking people?

I've been warning about the
inevitability of it for weeks.

Dog bites man.

That's right up your alley.

According to Constable Roberts, Miss
Cherry here has been covering the rabid

coyote situation for the sentinels. And
still it took one of your own being

affected for you to care.

A nuisance animal is not the
constability's responsibility.

Nor is it the responsibility of any city
agency, apparently.

But people are terrified of the beast.

I thought I had just been stalking a
small dog.

Stalking is just the beginning.

I've had numerous reports of it
attacking dogs.

A woman's terrier was killed the other
day.

I see.

Thank you, Miss Cherry.

Can I tell my readers that the
constabulary is on the case? No, you

Now, if you don't want... Good day, Miss
Cherry.

So what's the problem, I don't know.

I thought I would start by calling the
Humane Society.

The do -gooders worrying about coats and
drinking fountains for horses will be

no use.

Get yourself down to Hyde Park. Talk to
anyone but Miss Terry. See what you can

find out.

Here I am, Mrs. Newsome.

Oh, I... I think you and your husband
will be very happy in your new home.

Oh, he's not... The door.

Someone, quickly now, open the door.
Open the... There you are.

Apartment 402, just up the stairs.

40... No one told me there'd be stairs.

Serums, sounds, drafts, and devices.

Crosby's Curative Creations has it all,
and always for a steal.

And special today, coyote repellent made
fresh this morning.

Guaranteed to protect one and all from
the beasts of High Park.

Just... What exactly is this coyote
repellent comprised of?

Well, it's a proprietary recipe, I'm
afraid, but are you sure you will not be

disappointed, sir?

Uh, it's, uh, wolf urine.

I beg your pardon?

Unappealing though it may be, a pet's
predator's scent is the only thing

guaranteed to repel a coyote.

Huh. Seems like sound science. Not all
traveling medicine shows are filling

snake oil.

You're still depressed about the
divorce?

I am not depressed about anything.

Why else would you want to live near the
park at a time like this?

At a time like what?

Do you read my papers?

I do. I often do.

I've just been very busy with the move.

Well, you might want to get caught up.

Learn something about protecting
yourself against the beast.

The what?

Here's a copy of the sentence.

It'll tell you everything you need to
know.

You ask me, most trouble between humans
and animals is on the biped, not the

quadruped.

You blame humans for the actions of a
rabid coyote?

Well, rabid or not, coyotes and other
creatures are being forced into contact

with mankind. How do you figure, Mr.
Stanton?

Well, this building boom is how. More
homes for humans means fewer homes for

animals.

City's creeping in.

Slow but sure.

You seen the pool they're building out
at the north end?

Biggest in Canada, they say.

Now, if you ask me, animals... Was that
a gunshot? Sounds like we both know no

animals out here shooting a gun.

You could have killed me. I thought I
was saving your life.

Toronto Constabulary, what is going on
here? This maniac shot at me. I shot at

the coyote that's been terrorizing
people.

That was my employer's German shepherd.
The gunfire scared him off.

Were either you or the dog injured?

This boar missed by a mile.

But if I don't find Klaus, he may as
well shoot me.

Stick around, I'll be happy to oblige.

Sir, is that a threat?

Call it what you want.

I'm not leaving this park until I take
the beast down.

Suit yourself. You're coming with me.

Thank you.

Charles?

It's only a matter of time before
someone is killed either by the beast or

some idiot who's trying to kill himself.

This has to end.

All right, sir. The chief constable and
myself have formulated a plan.

We've divided the park into 16 equal
segments.

Two men per segment.

The first step is to clear.

Everyone out of the park.

Let's leave no stone unturned, lads.
Search every path, look under every

search up every tree. We're certain that
everyone is out.

We re -enter the park at dusk.

Two men per segment.

We find and eliminate the coyote.

Any questions?

Well, in that case, what are you waiting
for? Let's get cracking. Chop, chop.

Thank you, folks.

What's going on here?

It's a police matter.

Has the beast finally claimed a human
life?

Thankfully, no, and we aim to ensure it
never does.

I hope you're not going to kill it.

If it's the only way to restore public
safety.

Shane, that thing's been good for
business.

I beg your pardon? My competitors are
just afraid to invest in land near the

park right now.

Oh, you're a developer.

Bartholomew Prescott.

Prescott Property.

And the owner of two prime lots on
Parkside Avenue.

Got them for a steal.

Perhaps you should try to not be so
glib, Mr.

Prescott. This is a serious situation.

The Beast has attacked one of my
colleagues. And that is awful.

But I won't apologize for building more
apartments before City Hall passes its

terrible bylaw prohibiting them. Good
day, Detective.

Evacuation is complete. Ready on your
word.

All right.

I guess we know what happened to Klaus.

So?

It's not important.

You have a shot?

I can, if I just...

It's not well.

No, it's a salivation, poor
coordination.

I think we've found our rabid coyote.

For the best.

I just saw this morning's sentinel.

Is it true? Did you kill the beast?

The poor thing wasn't very beastly, but
yes, I did.

Thank you, Constable Robert.

And thank you, Detective Murdoch, for
making the park safe again.

Well, I'm afraid we may not have done so
just yet, Miss Berger.

Constable Robert, with me, please.

Yes, sir.

Thank you so much for creating this
video for Beast.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to get a comment from the chief
constable about the woman mauled to

death in the park.

I thought the rabid coyote had been
killed.

It has been.

So it was another coyote that killed
this woman.

I'm not saying that.

Then what are you saying? I'm not saying
anything other than I don't want you

telling your readers about this.

Why would I do that? The public deserves
to know.

You could be inciting a panic for no
good reason. For all we know, the poor

woman was killed by the coyote that
Robert shot.

You'll give me an exclusive when you're
ready to share the news.

Louise, that's blackmail.

Nonsense. It's tit for tat and the world
runs on it.

So?

If you were to whisper anything about
this before my facial... Consider my

sealed and my pen capped. Oh, Miss
Cherry, I dream about that regularly.

Perfect timing. Miss Hart was about to
deliver her report.

I hope it's good news.

Depends on your perspective.

The victim wasn't killed by a coyote or
any other animal.

What about the horned fleck and
scratches?

Might have been made by a coyote, but it
wasn't inflicted until after she was

dead. How do you know that was done?

They didn't bruise or bleed.

If a coyote isn't responsible for this
young woman's death, then what is?

Her carotid artery was slashed.

And very cleanly so.

But the obliteration was made by a
knife.

So then it was murder.

I have no doubt about it. She was killed
sometime late last night.

Right. Thank you, Miss Hart.

I thought the park had been evacuated.

I let the constables go after the rabid
coyote was found.

So sometime after, the young woman went
back into the park and met the killer.

Definitely, yes.

Have you identified her?

No. Henry's gone around visiting local
dentists in the hopes of doing so now.

So she's so far gone to necessitate
using dental records?

No, sir, but she did wear a retainer. A
what?

It's a dental apparatus for aligning
teeth. If we can find the dentist who

it, then it will be that much easier to
identify her.

What about the bites?

What about them?

Well, the time of death means that they
weren't inflicted by a rabid coyote.

Perhaps there are other coyotes in the
park?

Well, even though the rabid coyote was
killed, the public is still primed to be

terrified of them thanks to Miss Bloody
Cherry.

You're worried the remaining creatures
will be targeted?

I know they will.

And the last thing we need is an idiot
running around the park shooting off a

rifle. Right.

What do you suggest?

Well, that the rest of the coyotes are
put down.

Officially.

I won't do it.

I won't take a life, any life,
unnecessarily.

It's a matter of public safety.

I disagree.

The remaining coyotes on the park have
done nothing to indicate they're a

danger. That's not the point.

Sir, there may be another way.

Give me one good reason why I should
have fired you on the spot for

He's the best marksman we have at this
station house, for a start.

And he's the only constable that I would
trust with this at the moment.

What is it?

It's a non -lethal sedation device that
I've been working on.

Now, you're missing the point, Murdoch.

Lethal is the point. It doesn't have to
be.

This fire's darts that are loaded with a
powerful tranquilizer that will render

the targets unconscious.

But not dead?

Not dead, exactly.

If this works, as I intend, we can
sedate the remaining coyotes so that

be moved out. At least until all the
panic dies down.

Let me have a look at this.

Oh, terrible. I know how to handle
weapons.

Sir, it's... Ah!

Henry Law.

Uh -oh.

Whoa. Sir, I don't... I don't feel good.

That's got a bloody head. Figure that.

Higgins.

Higgins? Wake up.

Wake up. I'm afraid it's not that
pimple, sir.

How long does this sedation thing last?
Well, it depends on the target.

Body weight?

In this case, I would estimate three to
four hours.

Bloody hell. Three to four hours?

Let's get him into his office.

Put him on the sofa.

Very good idea. Have one of the
constables help you. Where are you

To identify our victim.

Robert!

Everything all right? That's perfect.

I've been cleared to work.

So you don't have rabies?

Not yet.

What do you mean?

What if I'm attacked again?

You read this morning's Sentinel.

You don't have to worry about rabid
coyotes anymore.

Who knows how many more of those beasts
are in there.

Have you seen any before the other
night?

No, but... Right, because coyotes like
to keep their distance. As long as

true, you have nothing to be afraid of.

If that's true, then why are you still
carrying around a gun?

Actually, it's a non -lethal sedation
device.

That's a mouthful. But still, it's a
weapon.

Would you feel better if we patrolled
together?

I would.

Thank you, Constable Roberts.

Of course.

I do.

She didn't even need anything.

Her teeth look perfect.

But you know how young women can be.

How long had Adriana Fodor been your
patient, Dr. Loboda?

She wasn't simply my patient.

She was my protégé in the dental arts.

And you worked together?

The last three years, yes.

Can't believe it.

She's gone.

Been killed by a damn coyote.

Was it unusual for Misfodor to be in the
park?

No. Not at all.

The poor girl moved houses to get closer
to the place.

She took walks there.

Most every day.

Even though she knew there was a rabid
coyote about?

Well, she said that her friend, Willy,
told her there's no need to be

Willy.

You mean Mr. Stanton, the groundskeeper?

Couldn't say.

I never met the man, thank goodness.

Why do you say that?

Because if I had, I would have choice
words for him now.

Or that animal would... Excuse me,
detective.

What are you doing?

I got the same thing walking to a
stranger's home.

This isn't your home. It's mine.

I'm afraid you're mistaken. I've already
paid deposit and first month's rent on

this unit.

As did I. I have a receipt to prove it.

As do I.

Well, we can't very well both live here.

Indeed so.

Which is why I put your things out in
the hall.

I was so lucky to have a forest in the
middle of the city.

I'd have said the same thing two days
ago.

Hyde Park used to be a kind of sanctuary
for me.

It will be again.

I don't think it will be.

That's my own fault.

How so?

Promise you won't tell Detective Murdoch
or anyone else?

I promise.

I wasn't attacked near the park.

I was attacked in the park.

All right.

Don't you see?

I was breaking the law.

The park is off limits after dark, but
it had been such a long day, and I

couldn't resist.

That doesn't make what happened your
fault.

Of course it does.

If I had just followed the rules, none
of this would have happened.

What is it?

Do you hear something?

A cardinal.

What was that you were saying about a
sanctuary?

What are you two up to?

Patrolling. Same as usual.

You don't have to lie to me, Constable.
I know that the dead will know.

Is that right?

Yes. So you might as well tell me what
exactly is going on here.

And why you have that gun.

Actually, it's a non -lethal sedation
device.

That doesn't answer my question.

Miss Cherry, I don't know what to tell
you. All we're doing is...

Isn't she going to ask me about my
attack, Miss Terry?

Well, I have been carrying it.

It was simply awful.

Let me tell you, Miss Terry, the way
that I feared for my life was unlike

anything I've ever experienced.

Do you think it could be the murder
weapon?

It's certainly sharp enough to have
killed Miss Fodor.

And you say it was just laying in the
grass.

Yes, on the ground, not too far from the
groundkeeper's cabin.

Mr. Stanton?

Sir?

He's the groundkeeper.

And apparently Miss Fedora was quite
friendly with him.

Come to think of it, he was whittling
with a knife about this size when I

with him the other day.

So he'd likely have killed her.

That's one way to find out.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Newsome.

Miss Newsome.

Yes, of course.

It's my brain.

Hard to keep things in there sometimes.

Now, how is it that two tenants came to
rent the same apartment?

What? No.

That's not what's happening.

No,

no, no, no. It's my mistake.

Yes.

Here you are.

Newsome.

Apartment 204.

I gave you the wrong key yesterday.

Well, that's quite a big mistake.

Yes, I have a form of the numbers
blindness.

I swap things in my mind sometimes.

Here is the correct key.

You can, of course, move in immediately.

Bronco Constabulary.

You're in here, Mr.

Stanton. Show yourself.

The bites and scratches were made post
-mortem. Cause of death was a severed

carotid artery, just like the first
victim.

Time of death?

Given the rigor and body temperature,
I'd say right around the same time Ms.

Vador was killed.

Yes, Ms. Vador's body was discovered
just a few hundred meters from here.

You think the groundskeeper killed her
and then himself?

I don't believe so, no.

So who did, and how did they get their
hands on Ms. Stanton's knife?

Both excellent questions.

But I'm more interested in this.

Do my eyes deceive me, Miss Hardor? Is
this shape of bite mark

unusual for a coyote? It's more than
unusual, Detective.

It's impossible.

Unless... Unless it was made by a human.

I don't know why I keep expecting Miss
Cherry to keep the word.

Have a look at that.

Yes. At least she hasn't learned the
identities of the victims.

Or that there's a murderer on the loose.

Is a murderous coyote any better?

Well, sir, it does provide us cover to
investigate without alerting the killer.

But what good is that if we have no idea
who the killer is?

I believe I have made some headway in
that direction. Or at least I've found a

way to find the killer.

What do a set of dentures have to do
with all this?

Miss Hart has confirmed that the bite
marks on Miss Fodor's body were indeed

human, but the teeth marks themselves
were not human.

Go on.

These belonged to our second victim,
Willie Senn. They are made of filed

coyote teeth.

So you think the killer used these to
make it look like a coyote killed the

sod?

Not quite. I believe he had a similar
set made, but then did not file down the

coyote teeth.

So actually, yes.

Didn't you say that the first victim had
a connection to a dentist?

I certainly did.

You make dentures, do you not, Dr.
Laboda?

I do.

Why?

Did you make this set?

Certainly not.

How can you be sure?

To start, there's the craftsmanship.
It's very amateurish.

And I wouldn't even know what the source
animal did.

Do you use alternate materials?

Of course not.

Like most professions.

Doctor,

please tell me more about your
relationship with Adriana Fodor.

She was a fine student.

And a knight.

Girl.

Did you have feelings for her?

Why are you asking about it?

Humor me.

Had I hoped that one day we might?

Yes.

But she made it perfectly clear that she
was only interested in me. That's it.

And how did that make you feel?

Detective, I've had quite enough.

I insist.

You tell me what is going on.

Adriana Fodor was murdered, as was
Willie Stanton, the groundskeeper.

What about the coyote?

Their deaths were made to look like
animal attacks.

Using a set of dentures not unlike
these.

No, no, you don't think that...
Detective, it wasn't me!

I did not kill Adriana, not anyone else
for that matter.

No?

No!

But if someone did, my money would be on
Bartholomew Prescott, the developer.

Yes, they were an item.

Don't ask me why. I mean, he treated her
awfully.

When did you last see the two of them
together?

He picked her up from work the day that
she died.

It's Berger.

Constable Robert.

I was hoping to run into you. I wanted
to thank you for your help distracting

Miss Terry.

I could tell you didn't want her to see
whatever you found.

I hope it's helped with the case.

Yes, and all that Texas mud up is the
bottom of the thing.

Now we're all together again.

I've been reassigned to the war.

You don't seem happy about that.

Oh, no, no, it's fine.

I'm grateful for the job.

I didn't say you were.

It's just, the ward can be so
overwhelming.

The city, really.

Being assigned to the park with a nice
respite.

Even with the coyote.

Having a friend with a non -lethal
sedation device help.

If the city is so overwhelming, why
become a morality officer?

To help make it less so for others.

Yeah. I met Adrienne after work Tuesday.

What of it?

You may well be the last person to have
seen her alive.

What are you... Joanna's dead?

The woman killed by that coyote with
her?

I've been telling her to stay away from
the park for a week.

Until what time were you with Miss
Fedora on Tuesday?

Long enough for her to tell me she
didn't want to see me anymore.

No?

He ended things.

Said she had to focus on her studies.

Obviously she didn't feel she needed to
give up her precious walks with that

wild man Stanton.

And where did you go after the two of
you parted ways?

I went back to my office to review
design for my next building.

Can anyone corroborate this?

No.

Why are you asking?

Mr. Prescott, you told me that...

This rabid coyote had been good for
business.

Very.

And just how far would you be willing to
go to keep business booming?

However far I need it, I suppose.

What's going on here? You're under
arrest on the suspicion of the murders

Adriana Fodor and Willie Stanton.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, we're just finishing up. Another
five minutes.

Oh, no, I'm not ticketing you.

Then what do you want?

Some help, actually. There are some
crates very important to the

that need moving.

I ain't doing any free work today,
copper. I've already done double than

expected. You and me both.

My friend, I mean the constabulary.

We're giving the key to the wrong
apartment.

Well, that's nothing.

Our client just found out his apartment
had been rented by someone else.

Now we've got to cart everything down
three floors and back out again.

Three floors is a lot. I only have to go
up and down one flight.

Well, have a good day.

Constable Roberts, how goes the morning
patrol?

Uneventful. I haven't caught a glimpse
of the coyote.

And your interview with Loboda?

Proofful. I've arrested Adriana Fedor's
former beau.

Bartholomew Prescott on suspicion of
murder.

So the case is closed?

Not quite. Although Mr. Prescott does
have strong motive, I don't think he

stoop to wearing coyote teeth and
wandering around... Did you say coyote

And murder?

Have you been following me?

A journalist does what she has to do to
get the scoop.

And this is the scoop of the year.

No, the decade.

Miss Cherry, if you print a word of
this, I will have you arrested.

If you do that, then I'll never tell you
what I know about Adriana Fedor's final

movement. You saw her on the day she
died, and you didn't disclose that?

Well, I didn't know the relevance.

But now that I know she's been
murdered... Tell us what you know.

Or what you'll throw me in jail.

Fine. She was with Parker Crosby.

That man selling coyote repellent
outside the park?

Yes. And it seems rather heated if you
ask me.

Detective, nice to see you again. How
can I help you?

You can start by telling me what you and
Adriana Fodor argued about two nights

ago. I wouldn't call it an argument. It
was more of a discussion.

Tell me, do your curative creations
extend to dentistry, Mr. Crosby?

Well, sometimes.

Why do you ask?

Have a look inside this wagon.

Oh, I don't think that's necessary,
Detective. I'd be more than happy to

any questions you have.

Please, please.

You see, the thing is, Detective, I,
uh... Oh,

my tailbone. I'm sure you have a salve
that can take care of any bruising.

Apple juice?

Is this why you wouldn't let me into the
back of the wagon?

I thought you were going to arrest me
for selling a false product.

I swear I was only swapping it out until
my next batch of wolf urine arrived

next week.

Do you make dentures or not?

Not. But I need a set.

That's what Miss Fodor and I were
talking about the other day.

You're a patient of Dr. Lobotis?

I couldn't afford the sort he made.

But Miss Fodor found me here after my
appointment and said she'd help.

Help how?

Said she'd been learning how to make
them herself.

She made a set for a friend using coyote
teeth and offered to do the same for

me.

Where is that set now?

I have no idea.

That's why I was upset I was supposed to
go to her apartment for my final

fitting last Tuesday night. Didn't she
cancel last minute?

What happened?

All she said was there was trouble at
her new apartment.

I'll be needing that address.

Let's do some.

Hello.

Are you here to help Henry?

Help Henry?

Oh, sir.

I could very much use your help.

I was told that this apartment belonged
to Adriana Fodor, the young lady that

was killed in High Park.

I think you're mistaken.

There's a lot of that going around, sir.
You got lucky only having to move

floors.

Well, is this not the apartment that you
initially rented?

No. There was a mix -up of keys.

At least you got the thing. The
building. Some poor sap lost out on his

apartment entirely.

Yes.

Terrible. It is.

And it could explain the situation that
Miss Fodor was in.

I'd like to speak with the
superintendent.

I'll join you.

Yeah.

We'll just, uh, get more creep.

Hello?

Well, shall we wait?

And while we do...

Adriana Fodor.

These must be her things.

I don't see the dentures that she was
working on with Mr. Crosby.

I am several steps behind here. Could
you please bring me up to speed?

Oh.

I mean, uh, can I help you?

Detective William Murdoch, Toronto
Constabulary.

I'm investigating the death of Adriana
Fodor.

Yeah. I believe these are her things?

They are.

I, um, I've begun cleaning out her
apartment.

Poor thing.

Mauled to death by coyotes.

What apartment did she reside in?

Uh, 204.

But that's my apartment.

I gave you a room with a view.

Your deposit was for a unit facing away
from the park.

But you said yesterday, Mr. Pascoe, that
you had always intended for me to be in

204.

Did I?

I'm so terribly sorry. My mind is so
scrambled these days.

Because you're running some sort of
rental scam.

Aren't you?

I, uh... Yes, I... I may have taken more
deposits than there were apartments.

And you killed Adriana Fodor when she
found out as much.

What? No, no!

I never had any trouble with Miss Fodor.

Mr. Pascoe, you gave me the keys to her
apartment before the news of the deaths

in High Park was broken. The names of
the victims have never been published.

You, no, you must be mistaken.

How could I have known?

Unless,

um... Unless you're a murderer.

Henry, why didn't you stop him? Don't
push her. I can't see over the crate.

Put those down. Let's go.

Mr. Pascoe, stop!

Henry, follow him in. I'll cut around
and see if I can stop him at the other

of the park.

Mr. Pascoe?

Blight Rock!

Mr.

Pascoe, stop!

Even only fair I got a chance to try it,
sir, after being shot with it.

Henry.

I heard your dark gun proved to be
useful.

It did indeed.

And the superintendent admitted to his
calling, did he?

When he regained consciousness, yeah.

I can see why he killed Miss Fordow, but
why the groundskeeper?

Necessity. He fled to his cabin after
confronting Mr. Pascoe. And the horrible

dentist? An afterthought. They just
happened to be among Miss Vodor's

Lucky for him that she had yet to file
down the coyote case.

Or unlucky for her.

Well, that's another case closed, me old
mucker.

You deserve a night off.

Are you going to Miss Houston's
housewarming party?

I am.

How did she convince Mr. Prescott to let
her stay in the building if Mr. Pascoe

stole her deposit?

I had a word with a friend down at city
council about that bylaw that Prescott's

worried about.

Expect more apartment blocks on major
streets.

I have no issue with them. As long as
they don't infringe on any more

You detain me, and then you give my
exclusive to the Gazette? I had

nothing to do with the latter.

You.

That, Mrs. Cherry, is called pit for
tat, and the world runs on it.

How dare you twist my words.

Doesn't feel very nice, does it?

Maybe now you've learned your lesson.

Well, yes, it's the lesson. How about we
get you a drink?

Feeling overwhelmed?

Pardon me?

By the party. I mean, thought you might
be taking respite by looking at the park

like you did the other day.

Why would I need respite from a party?

I don't know. I thought maybe... You
thought wrong.

I'm watching a pair of lawless boys
gambling right out in the open.

I think they're playing knuckleball.

Sounds filthy.

I intend to put a stop to it.

I'll come with you.

Thank you for all your help this week,
Henry.

I know it was a lot.

Oh, it was hell. I don't know if my back
will ever be the same.

I don't know how I can ever repay you,
but here.

A token of my appreciation.

Well, I suppose it's a start.

Miss Newsome, a housewarming gift.

You didn't have to do that.

Automatic bread toaster.

Automatic? Yes, I designed it myself.

The mechanism allows for the bread to be
toasted to perfection before releasing

it. But do be careful. The release
mechanism is somewhat enthusiastic.

Understood.

Thank you.

So?

How have you been faring?

Settling into a smaller space, you mean?

Among other things.

Have you spoken to her?

Once or twice.

Seems to be adjusting well to life in
St. John's.

I'm happy to hear it.

As was I.

Well, I must be off.

Thank you for the invitation.

Thank you for coming.

This place feels more like home already.

Abby, you must tell me where you got
that laugh. Oh, please.

Which one?

Oh, that was my grandmother's.

Ladies. Oh, more whiskey?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Slash.

Go on.