All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S19E21 - Hell of a Woman

- Ah!

Wait a--

- New timepiece, sir?

Ah.
It belonged to a friend of mine

from New York.
Recently deceased.

- Ah, yes, I heard.
- A private investigator?

- Yes. Johnny Moon.
- I-If I may, what happened?

- The brakes on his automobile
failed, middle of the night.

He went off the King’s Highway.

This clock was my wedding gift
to him and his wife.

With Johnny gone,
Vivian asked me if I wanted it.

- It doesn’t appear
to be working.

- It’s not about the function.
It’s a memento.

- Was there anything else?
- Yes. We’ve received reports

of a murder in a public bathroom
near Union Station.

I was going to accompany
Detective Watts, but if you--?

- No, no, no.
- I have a lunch date.

With Johnny’s widow, in fact.
- Oh!

- She’s coming to visit Toronto.

- He was stabbed several times.

No sign of the assailant.
Or the attendant.

- Who is he?

- Whoever you want him to be.

Henry Clark. Albert Russo.

Oscar McCoy. Evelyn Malone.

Vincent Blackwell.

Two chequebooks,
a business card,

a driving licence from Quebec,
and a horse registration

from Pennsylvania,
all in different names.

- Curious.
- May have been

a confidence man.

- The toilet cover is down.

The dead man was likely
sitting on it.

- And these marks in blood.
Perhaps a cane?

- There.

Something was stood there

blocking the blood spatter
and the flow.

- Ah, size of a... suitcase?

If it was, what was inside
that would be worth killing for?

Sir, your attention please.
You said a suitcase?

- Oh, yes, sir.
Ah, the-the dead man

had a suitcase,
uh, tan-coloured.

- Anything else?

- Another man came in,
uh, slipped me a dollar.

Uh, wanted me to make
myself scarce. Not uncommon.

- It’s not uncommon for people
to pay you to leave your post?

- I don’t feel right about it, sir.
I don’t approve.

- I’m afraid I don’t understand.

- Oh. Public bathrooms
are sometimes used by men

to have... liaisons.

- I only get paid
a quarter a day, sir.

I can’t get by but for my tips.

- What did he look like?

- Regular height.
Uh, white man, mustache.

- Was he using a cane?
- No, sir.

But he did have
only the one leg.

Hm.

- Albie!

- Mrs. Vivian Moon.
You look lovely.

- Oh, please.
Been on a train for ages.

I haven’t changed my clothes
or freshened up.

- Hm.
- I’m a sight.

- How was your journey?

- Eventful.
- Hm.

- Let’s go to lunch, shall we?

Oh, no.
- Oh, no?

- Vivian!

You must join us.

- What a lovely surprise.
- And your charming companion?

- Albert’s an old friend.
- Ah-ha.

- Albert, this is Cecil
and Myrtle Winchester.

We ran into each other
on the train.

They’re friends
of Johnny’s from Manhattan.

- Johnny boy and I
were awfully close.

- I’m sorry for your loss.

- Terribly sad.

But time comes for all of us,
doesn’t it?

- Hm.

Waiter.

There’ll be two more joining us.
- Uh.

Of course.

- You think he would have
noticed earlier.

- Apparently, this is the best
restaurant in town,

if you can believe it.

- Oh.
- There you go, sir.

- Yeah.

- What do you do for a living,
Mr. Winchester?

- I did real estate for a while.
Now I let my money make money.

Still, nothing that won’t bore

the trousers off
the entire restaurant.

How do you two know each other?
- Mmm.

- Albert caught me stealing.
- That’s not true.

- Oh, yes it is.
- Put the cuffs on me

and tossed me in the clink.

- How awful.
- How did you end up friends?

- He made me pose as a gun moll
to earn my freedom.

Together we brought down
Lupo the Wolf.

- Our first meeting was hardly
that colourful.

Vivian and I met
while I was visiting New York.

We bumped into each other
at an antique shop.

A couple of years later
when I moved to the city,

I knew no one.
So I looked up Vivian.

She and Johnny made me
feel at home.

What a joy

to move to New York City, right?
- Hm.

Everywhere else
pales in comparison.

- Mmm.
- I wouldn’t say that.

- Well, Toronto doesn’t exactly
have the Great White Way.

Fashions aren’t quite à la mode.
And the hotel.

- The hotel.
- What’s wrong with the hotel?

- Nothing at all.
- Just there isn’t much of a view.

- Hm. No bother.

There’s not much to see here.
You know, not really.

- Not really.
This soup is cold.

- Listen to them.
You’d never know

they only moved to New York
six months ago.

- It’s unbelievable.
- Yes, I know.

- It was funny hearing you
speak of Johnny that way.

- How so?

- With such kindness.

- He’s gone.
- And he mattered to you.

- Thank you for lunch.
- I’ll call on you later.

- Ma’am.

- Chief Constable.
- New lady in your life?

- An old friend.
- Her husband just died.

Seems things are moving quickly.

- No, nothing like that.
- It would be inappropriate.

Word of advice: steer clear.

A grieving woman doesn’t
know what she wants.

Someone will end up
getting hurt.

We checked all five
of the victim’s aliases

with city hall
and the other station houses.

All false. We have constables
canvassing Union Station

for any witnesses.

- It’s always the ones
you least expect.

- Sir?
- Well, that Albert Choi.

He doesn’t stand on ceremony

when he sees something
that he wants.

- How do you mean?
- Some men have a lust for life,

Murdoch.
A fire that burns within.

You try to hide it away,
but you never know

when it’s going
to flare up again.

Sounds as though
you’re speaking from experience.

- Mm.
- Detective, Chief Constable.

We found a porter
at Union Station

who recognizes the victim.

He remembered him
because he was being followed

by a man with a limp.
- Oh, very good.

Did he by chance provide you
with a description?

He’s speaking
to Miss Leeming now.

She’s working on a sketch.
- Well done, Watts.

I also looked into
all the incoming trains

around that time.
I thought if he was at

Union Station,
maybe he’d just arrived.

- And?
- I had constables telephone

police stations in any city
within a day’s train journey

and check the five names
we have for our victim.

A precinct in Philadelphia
recognized a name,

a known alias
of a career criminal named...

Ancel Tuttle.

- Sir.

We have a name for the
victim and a sketch of the killer.

Do you by chance know
an Ancel Tuttle?

- I do not.

I have a question for you.

- Yes, sir.

- Is it true that your wife
was married once before?

- Ah. Yes.
- Hm.

So you met her when
she was a widow?

- We had known each other
several years

before her husband died,
in a professional capacity.

Hm. How long did you wait
before you began courting her?

Oh!
Uh, I don’t remember precisely.

Never mind.

I apologize for
prying in your personal affairs.

- But I will say, sir.
I did not wait long.

- Suspect had only one leg.

Have any inquiries, report to any of us.
Thank you.

- Any luck?
- None so far.

- Have you heard anything from
any of the other constables?

- I have not. Sir?

Could I have the rest
of the evening off?

- Certainly. Why?

- I was hoping to see
this show tonight.

- Aw. Sounds riveting.

- I believe they use
hammer and nails.

I’m just putting you on, sir.

But I do believe it would
remind me of home.

- Oh! Plenty of song and scandal
back home, is there?

- Oh, you should see Chatham
on a Friday night.

- Roberts. With me.

- Excuse me.
Uh, sorry.

Sir, look.

I don’t suppose we’ll be
needing the posters anymore.

- Come in, Albie. Good

to see you,
but what are you doing here?

- I’m glad you’re all right.

- Why wouldn’t I be?

- I was on my way over here

when we found a man dead
behind your hotel.

- Oh dear. What happened?

- He was killed.

We believe he was responsible
for another murder this morning.

- Oh.

- Uh, perhaps you shouldn’t
stay here,

at least not tonight.

- Why not?

- Well, it could be dangerous.

- I don’t mind a little danger.

- I would never forgive myself
if anything happened to you.

- Is it your job to protect me?

It’s my job to protect everyone.

- What do you suggest?

- You could stay with me.

- I don’t think this invitation
is just about my safety.

- What else could it be about?

- I suppose I’ll find out.

- He was strangled.

I believe it was with
some sort of cloth or cord.

Take a look at the microscope.

Fibres of some sort?

- Retrieved from the wound
on his neck.

It’s not like anything
I’ve seen before.

- Very smooth.
- Not cotton, or linen.

It’s unusual.

- This new victim is likely
the killer of Ancel Tuttle.

But we have no information
on either case.

- Nor any information
about his identity.

No identification, no wallet,

no one in the hotel
remembers seeing him.

But this should be
a distinguishing characteristic.

- Right, then.
- First thing tomorrow morning,

get the constables to fan out
from the hotel,

see if anyone saw anything.

Watts, you keep an eye
on the hotel.

- Oh.
- Gentlemen.

- Thank you, Miss Hart.

- Where’s the clock?
- In my office.

I spend more time
there than here.

Having second thoughts
about giving it away?

- No.

Johnny never understood
why it meant so much to me.

But it reminds me of him,
so I would rather you have it.

- Sorry.

I was wondering
when you would do that.

We should go to Florida.

- Why on earth for?

- To see the beach.

To get away.
To live somewhere beautiful.

- To live? Hm.

- Did you know that you can
drive an auto from Quebec

all the way to Miami now?

It’s one straight shot.

- I have a life here, Vivian.

- Do you remember when we met?

- Of course.

It was one of
the best weeks of my life.

- I asked you to stay.

- Yes.

- And you went back
to San Francisco.

You said you had a life there.

Come away with me, Albie.

What do you say?

I can give you more
than Toronto ever could.

Now you sound like
one of the Winchesters.

And you sound like
you need some convincing.

- What have you learned?
- The man who runs this cart

said he saw a one-legged man.

He ate his fill and then stood
for hours looking at the hotel,

staring out as if he was
waiting for someone.

- Or looking for someone.

- Someone coming or going
from the hotel,

someone who ended up
killing him?

- Did he get his name?
- No. But he said he was staying

at a flophouse nearby.

Constable Roberts is tracking
down the landlord.

- Ah. Good lad.

- Would you like one?

- Pie-roh-ghee. Pie--
- Pierogi.

- Pierogi.
- Yeah, go on. I’ll try one.

Mm. Mm. Actually quite good.
- Mm-hmm.

- I’ll tell you what, Watts.

You stay here,
keep an eye on the hotel.

Choi wants to have a word
with me.

I’m going to get some of these.

You’re quitting?

- I didn’t say that.
- I said I was thinking of it.

- Well, think again.

I stuck my neck out
bringing you here.

- And I appreciate that.

But I’m seeking counsel,
not asking permission.

- It’s that woman.
- She’s got you all mixed up.

- I know it must seem impulsive,
sir.

But I’ve known Vivian
for 20 years.

I saw her at an antique shop,
admiring that clock.

We spent the week together.
She asked me to stay.

It would have been mad for me
to give up my job for her,

so I declined.

When I returned to New York,
this time for work,

I went straight
to that antique shop.

I arrived on her doorstep
with that clock under my arm

wrapped in red paper.

It was too late.

She and Johnny were engaged.

I’d missed my chance.

You think this
is a second chance.

- Might be.
- Want my advice?

- Please.

- Maybe you need to live
the life

you’re living right now.

Early on,
Margaret and I were a bit--

It’s hard to settle down
when you’ve been a wanderer.

Good pal of mine
was a skipper of a boat

sailing the Great Lakes,
asked me to join his crew.

- And?
- Well, let’s just say

that I couldn’t find
my sea legs.

Anyway, Margaret and I
patched things up.

I joined the job, had a family.
And I’m a better man for it.

- You don’t regret your choice?

- No.

Look, you’re a different man

than when you met her
the first time.

Besides, what do you really know
about this woman?

- Chief Constable, Inspector.
- Anything for me?

- We’ve found the room
of the second victim.

Uh, Jasper Stokes,
hails from Philadelphia.

- Philadelphia?
- Same as the first victim.

Yes. Both American,
both from Philadelphia,

one killed the other
presumably for his suitcase.

Do you think
this Stokes followed him

all the way from Philadelphia?

- We don’t yet know.
Nor do we know

why this is all happening here.

- And the suitcase?

- Uh, perhaps Detective Watts
has some answers.

- To be continued.
- Yes.

- Detectives.
- And the lads found this

in a rubbish bin
near the flophouse.

- Blood.
- Indeed. Look.

Women’s clothes.

- Lining’s been torn.
- It’s been thoroughly searched.

- So, maybe it looks like this
Stokes was searching for something.

- Maybe he found it
and someone killed him for it.

- Or perhaps he didn’t find
what he was looking for.

- Which is why he was
watching the hotel.

He was looking for someone
so he could try again to find...

whatever he was after.
Looking for who?

- Maybe the original owner.
Whoever this Mr. Tuttle

stole the case from
in the first place.

- I recognize this dress.

She was wearing it
when I saw her in New York

last month.

This dress belongs
to Vivian Moon.

Don’t say a word.

- I reported it missing.

- When?

- As soon as I alit
from the train.

I told you, didn’t I?

- You did not.

- Hm. Thought I did.

- You didn’t think
anything of it?

- Think what?

I-I was frustrated,

but these things happen.

I figured someone must have
picked up the wrong case.

- We believe something
of value was inside.

- Oh. Well,

there was a dress
that I paid 15 dollars for.

Ten years ago.

- Vivian.

Two men are dead
because of that suitcase.

- What are you talking about?

- One man inside a public toilet

was killed right after
he stole it from you.

And another behind your hotel
later that night.

- I-I don’t know anything
about this.

There-there’s nothing
of value inside.

You can see for yourself.

I don’t know why anyone
would want to steal it,

let alone kill for it.
You have to believe me.

- It does look as though
you’re mixed up in this.

- Well, you can tell them
that I’m not.

- You’re assuming I believe you.

- Surely you believe me, Albie.

You know me.

- Yes, I do.

If you know anything,
you have to tell me.

- I don’t know a thing.
I swear it.

We know Vivian Moon
is involved in this case

simply by virtue of the fact
that her suitcase was stolen.

- Yes.

The two dead men
were on the same train,

not from Philadelphia,
but from New York.

The very train that brought
Vivian Moon here.

- That explains everything.
- It does?

- Vivian happened to be
on the train.

Many suitcases look similar.

The criminals mistook hers

for one that
they were looking for.

- Quite a series
of coincidences.

- It’s just the one coincidence.

They took the wrong case.

Everything else follows
from that one simple incident.

Am I wrong?

- Technically, no.

But it’s also possible
that she’s lying.

Yes, it is possible.

- You don’t believe that she is.

- I do not.

- Because the two of you are...
close.

Sir, perhaps
I should speak with her.

- She’s already been
interviewed.

- Mr. Stokes was found dead
behind her hotel.

It’s entirely possible
that he was waiting

to speak with Mrs. Moon.
- Why?

- To confront her...

in order to retrieve
whatever it is

he didn’t find in this suitcase.

- This is entirely speculative.

But it’s speculation
that should be considered.

Sir, if he did indeed confront
Vivian Moon--

Detective, whatever is going on

does not involve her.

The sooner you accept that,

the sooner you will
solve this case.

So interview her yourself.

- The Inspector has
forbidden it.

He believes
she’s telling the truth.

- Ah, thank you.
- And you think she’s not?

- Well, I’ve made some enquiries
with the police in New York.

- Behind Choi’s back?

- Well, let’s just say without
his expressed knowledge.

- So, behind his back.

And what did the lads
from Gotham have to say?

- Vivian Moon does not
have a criminal record.

But she has reported several
break-ins to her home

in New York just
in the past few weeks.

- She was robbed?
- Some men broke in,

but didn’t take anything.
Apparently, they didn’t find

what they were looking for.

- Just like her suitcase.

What were they after?
- I have no idea.

But don’t you find it curious
that she didn’t mention

any of this to the Inspector
during her interview with him?

You think
she’s hiding something.

- Hm.

- I knew that woman was trouble,
Murdoch. Talk to her.

Well, the Inspector
isn’t going to like that.

- I’ll deal with Choi.

- Sir, what is that
that you’re eating?

- Called a pierogi.
- Quite good. You want one?

- No. Thank you.

- Your loss.

- Any progress on the case,
Detective?

Or are you too busy picking out
vegetables for your supper?

- I’ve been told to stand down

while Detective Murdoch
is interviewing a suspect.

- Mrs. Moon?

- I didn’t say anything.

- Don’t worry.
- I’m not surprised.

Am I acting irrationally,
Detective?

Am I trusting her too blindly?

- I’m not in a position
to speculate.

I have myself been consumed
by passion on occasion.

In these moments,
it is often wise

to heed the advice of others.

But wisdom rarely wins out
over passion.

So you’re saying
I shouldn’t follow my heart.

- I’m saying it doesn’t matter
what I say.

You’ll do it anyway.

- Started after my husband died.

Men would come up to me
demanding their money back.

I had no idea who they were,
or what they were on about.

Was your husband someone
who associated with criminals?

- No.
- He was a private investigator.

You can ask Albert Choi.
Where is he?

- Uh, were these same men,

the ones who were after money,

also the ones who broke
into your apartment?

- I don’t know.
- I never saw who broke in.

- Mm.

Do you recognize
either of these men?

- I don’t know.

- Could either of them
be the men

who were looking
for their money?

- It’s possible.

- These must have been
rather traumatic events

and you don’t remember.

- No, I was scared.

Look, I came to Toronto

to get away from all of this.

I don’t know what they’re after.
You have to believe me.

- Where were you last night?

- I was here all evening.

- Mm, that’s not exactly true.

You left the hotel
with Inspector Choi.

- I meant before that.
I was here.

- You were.
- Can anyone attest to that?

- I had dinner sent up
to the room.

Right.

So you didn’t wander
behind the hotel, by the river?

- No.

- These two men...

they were both on the same train
from New York as you.

- I didn’t know that.

- You didn’t recognize anyone
along your travels?

- No.

Well, the Winchesters.

- The Winchesters?
- Friends from New York.

My late husband’s friends,
actually.

In fact, Mr. Winchester
hired my husband

soon before his death.

- Hired him to do what?

- I don’t know.
- Investigate something, probably.

Johnny never told me
anything about it.

- And these Winchesters
were also

on the same train
from New York as yourself?

- Yes. A coincidence.

- Indeed.

Any idea where I might find
the Winchesters?

They’re staying
in the room next door.

I don’t appreciate you
interfering with the day-to-day

affairs of my station house.

- And I don’t appreciate
having to.

- This case is under control.

- Your detective
doesn’t think so.

Then he should have
spoken to me about it.

- He did.
You didn’t listen.

- So the first thing he does
is run to my superior,

ignoring every word
I’ve said to him.

- He felt it was
his only option.

- I instructed him to follow
one avenue of investigation

and ignore another.

Assume for a moment,
Chief Constable,

that I know how to do my job.

The detective’s obstinance
may have given

the actual killer enough time
to flee Toronto.

- Or consider this.

He may be talking
to her as we speak.

This woman showed up in Toronto
and two people are dead

because of her suitcase.
And she left a dead husband

in New York.
Now, if I were a betting man,

I’d say that she had something
to do with that.

- Watch your words, sir.
- Or what? You’ll quit?

You’ve already got one foot
out the door because of her.

I knew she was trouble.

- Knew what, exactly, hm?

You judged her based on a glance
and some ridiculous notion

that any woman who doesn’t fit

the image of a policeman’s wife
must be trouble.

You better watch
what you say, Mr. Choi.

- You chose to stay
with your wife.

An admirable decision.

But in order to accept it,

you’ve demonized
the path not taken.

- The case is in the hands
of Detective Murdoch.

I don’t want you involved.

Now, if you don’t mind,

I’ve got work to do.

And bloody knock next time.

- Mrs. Winchester, I understand
your husband hired a man

named Johnny Moon to do work
for him before his death.

- I wouldn’t know about that,
and how is it pertinent?

Two American criminals,
Ancel Tuttle and Jasper Stokes,

followed Vivian Moon here
from New York.

I believe they thought
she was in possession

of something
that they were after.

Now both of those men are dead,

and Vivian Moon
is either involved,

or in danger,
and the same goes for you.

Ah.

Mr. Winchester.

- What’s going on here?

- We were just discussing
a man named Johnny Moon.

- Ah, Myrtle.

- Well, it’s clear you knew him.

- I hired Johnny Moon to recover
a sum of money for me.

- How much money?

- Twenty thousand dollars.

It was stolen from a business
I was running in Philadelphia.

I hired Johnny to figure out

who took it and get it
back to me, of course.

- And did he?
- No.

But is it possible, then,
that he did recover the money

and kept it for himself?

No. He-he wouldn’t
do something like that.

Vivian Moon experienced
three break-ins in Manhattan.

She claimed that each time,
men broke in and demanded money

after her husband died.

It stands to reason that
they were looking for the money

that Johnny Moon recovered
on your behalf.

If he did,
I knew nothing of it.

- Uh...

Do you recognize
either of these men?

- No.

But if they’re from
Philadelphia,

I’ll bet these are the men
who stole from me.

- Do you believe Vivian Moon
capable of killing?

- Of course not.

- Not even in self-defence?

- No.

But, well,

I suppose you never really
know anyone, do you?

- Yes?
- Albie?

- Vivian.

- Can you meet me for dinner?

- What’s going on?
Are you all right?

- Dario’s. Eight o’clock?

I’ll be there.

- Johnny Moon was hired
by Cecil Winchester

to recover twenty
thousand dollars.

Now, I believe he did
recover it,

but he told Mr. Winchester
that he didn’t.

- I thought Mr. Moon’s death
was an accident.

Well, that’s what
Inspector Choi said.

- You think he’s lying?
- I don’t know,

but I find this Mr. Winchester
a very compelling figure

in all of this,
and I don’t believe his reasons

for hopping
on a train to Toronto.

- He’s after the money.
- Yes, sir.

- What about the woman?

- Also very compelling.

- Choi certainly thinks so.

- We have to assume
that Vivian Moon

had the money
after her husband died.

Why else would everyone be
following her here to Toronto?

- Was it in her suitcase?
- I don’t think so.

My theory is that Stokes
was staking out the hotel

precisely because the suitcase
didn’t contain the money.

- She still had it

and she killed him
when he came looking for it.

Possibly.

Or Winchester did,
or someone else,

but I simply
don’t have the evidence

to confirm any theory
at this point.

- I know where this
is going to lead:

right to Mrs. Vivian Moon.

- Are you ready to order, sir?
- Uh, not yet.

Uh, bourbon.

Thank you.

Vivian!

- What are you doing here?
- What’s going on?

- I’m going up to my room.

- Why did you send me
to the restaurant?

What are you hiding from me?

- I had second thoughts.

I don’t want to be with you.

- You decided this just now?
Tonight?

- Yes.

- I don’t believe you.
What’s changed?

- It’s too soon.
I’m in mourning.

- You’re lying.
- I’m not.

I thought I wanted to be with you,
but I was wrong.

- I’m coming in.
- We can talk about this.

- No.
- Vivian, please.

- I don’t want to see you
anymore. Leave me alone.

Myrtle Winchester.

Fisherman found her.
Shot through the chest.

Second person in as many days
killed near this hotel.

- Poor girl.
- Not even a proper coat.

Perhaps she was moved,
maybe from inside the hotel.

- Why do you say that?

- Well, according to Murdoch,

there are at least two people
staying here

who are capable of murder.

- Constable Roberts.

- Sir.

- Did you see the person
who left this?

Yes. A woman came in
last night around eight o’clock.

- You just let her in?

- She was already in here
when I saw her.

I told her to get out.
- Very well.

She was killed
by a small-calibre

gunshot wound to the heart.

- Any signs of other trauma?

- No. If she was moved,
it was done

after lividity set in.

And there’s one more thing.

I found fibre fragments
inside the bullet wound.

- From the clothing
she was wearing?

- It matches the colour
of her scarf.

Detective, take a look.

Smooth.

Just like the ones
on Jasper Stokes.

- Artificial silk.
- Never heard of it.

It’s made from
a synthetic fibre, viscose,

a new invention out of Europe.

- Is the scarf from Europe?
- I don’t believe so.

But there is one factory
in the United States

- making viscose.
- You think Myrtle Winchester

used her scarf to strangle
Mr. Stokes?

- It was a different colour.

If a scarf was used
to strangle Stokes,

then it was another
shade of blue.

I did real estate
for a while.

Now I let my money make money.

- Cecil Winchester.

He was wearing a scarf just like
his wife’s, blue.

- Bring him in.

- I’ll pay Mr. Winchester
a visit.

- Watts.
- Mm-hmm?

- Take a couple of constables
and canvass the area

around the hotel.

Maybe someone saw him
in the alley last night.

- Detective, Myrtle Winchester
was found dead near the hotel?

- Directly behind it.

- Hm. What time do you believe
the murder happened?

She was last seen
just after 10 o’clock.

- Vivian!

Thank you, Detective.

- Oi, Choi.

You know something about this.

- No. No, I don’t.

- Mm-mm.

Albie, I’ll never
forget our time together.

But things have changed.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t
say goodbye,

but please know
I care about you terribly.

I’ll always hold you
in my heart.

Love, Vivian.

- Cecil Winchester.

I’m here to arrest you

on suspicion of murder
of Jasper Stokes.

And I believe this scarf
is the murder weapon.

What do you have to say
for yourself?

- What does it matter?

- Let me in.
- No. Get--

Albert! Albert, stop!

Stop.

- You used me!
- Get out of here.

- You didn’t give me that clock
as a memento.

You used me to transport
your dirty money.

- Is that what you care about?

You knew exactly
what you were doing.

Was it all just a ruse?
Every moment a lie?

- Yes! Now get out of here.

- I’m not going anywhere.

- This wasn’t supposed
to happen.

- The murder of Mr. Stokes?

- No, Myrtle.

- Is this a confession--
- Myrtle.

- ...Mr. Winchester?
- Did you murder your wife?

- Why didn’t she just give her
the money? It was our money.

- W-wait, wait. Stop.

Who are we talking about?

- Vivian Moon.

- Leave, right now.

- I got your letter.

It was so kind.

You liked me when
I was your patsy,

but now I’m a problem.
Why? What changed?

- I used you.
- And now I’m done. That’s it.

- Myrtle Winchester.

She came for her money back
and you killed her.

- I didn’t kill anyone.

But you have to go, now,
or I can’t protect you.

- Protect me from what?

Johnny. You’re alive.

- Hello, Albert.

- Didn’t take long for you
to move in, did it, Albert?

- What the hell is going on?
- Why would you fake your death?

- Oh, come on!

I took the money
and they started coming at me

from all sides.

They were going to kill me.

It was my only way out.

- And you helped him.
- No.

I didn’t know a thing until
he showed up yesterday.

- But the clock?

- She didn’t know the money
was in there.

I was planning on
coming back for it.

But you gave it to him
before I had the chance.

- And you killed those two men.

Those thieves have been
taking care of themselves.

- And Myrtle Winchester?

- That was regrettable.

She came to the room
and she saw me.

I had no choice.

- No choice but to kill her?

- No one can know I’m alive.

No one.

- Don’t do this.
- Just leave. Make a run for it.

- Come on.
- I could’ve been gone already.

Vivian brought me the money
last night.

But I saw you talking to her.

And I can’t trust that
she didn’t rat me out.

I’ve been waiting for you.

- Just go, Johnny.
I’m your friend.

Friends?

You two fell into bed
with each other

soon as I was
out of the picture!

- Johnny, please.

Albie?!

- Wait right here.

Albie!

- You can blame yourself
for this, Vivian.

- Inspector!

Let her go!

- Got it.

Albie!

Hey!

- Hold him there!

Inspector!

Inspector! Here.

Someone! Help!

Call an ambulance!
Please, help!