All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S06E05 - Murdoch Au Naturel (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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- Come on. It's over here.
- This way?

- All right.
- Let's go!

The spot is just up there.

Are you sure
we'll be able to see?

Everything.

Aah!

What happened?

- Aah!
- Aah!

- Dr. Grace.
- Good morning, Detective.

Lovely spot for it, at least.

I understand the boys found
a human skull.

Indeed, they did.

Oh.

The rest of the bones
are scattered around the area.

I should think animals
are the likely culprits,

but until I clean and piece
the skeleton back together

I can't say for sure.

Any preliminary thoughts?

Given that the body
was unburied

and considering the warm,
damp spring we've had,

this man could have died
anywhere

from a few weeks
to a few months ago.

This man? You've determined
gender from the skull?

Not quite.

Not very feminine.

- I see. Thank you, Doctor.
- DR. GRACE: Mm-hmm.

MURDOCH:
Boys.

What were you doing
in these woods”?

Nothing.

We were just playing.

Gentlemen, I'm a detective
with the Toronto Constabulary.

It's your duty
to tell me the truth.

- It was his idea.
- Tattletale!

What was his idea?

It's just, I never seen
a girl like that before,

except my sister,
but that doesn't count.

A girl like what?

Over there.

[ Sighs ]

You there. Yeah.

Another Peeping Tom, are you?

Sir, I must insist
you put on some clothing.

And I must insist
that you leave.

Detective Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

You are trespassing
on my private lands.

I am the one who can eject you
for your judgmental morality.

Fine. Does your property extend
beyond that ridge?

Yeah.
All the way to the main road.

Well, then,
I regret to inform you

that a human skeleton
has been found on your land.

It will have nothing to do
with us.

That's
a very definitive response.

I purchased this land
from the city,

March of this year.

Obviously, I would have noticed

had there been a dead body
decomposing since this time.

Now, if you will be leaving...

Your comprehensive attire

is making our residents
uncomfortable.

Your residents?

This is a sanctum
for those who wish to practice

the Nacktkultur philosophy.

Here we have managed
to achieve the ultimate goal...

A self-contained community

where people can live together
in their natural form.

But... why?

It is so obvious,
it's astounding

that humankind has ever lived
in any other way.

Clothing is, by its very nature,

unhygienic, unaesthetic,
and, of course, undemocratic.

That's a very grand statement.

All life on earth comes
from the sun,

but we cut ourselves off
from this

with these layers of clothing.

HANNA:
Hello.

Come join me for a swim
in the river.

You'll never want to leave.

This man is a detective, Hanna.

He is not here to be
enlightened.

Oh. Such a shame.

Does your philosophy condone
open relationships

between the sexes?

Not in the way that you think.

Men and women live together
in understanding and acceptance.

The body is not forbidden
when it is unclothed.

In our natural state,
all perversions dissipate.

- It is utopia.
- IRENE: Helmut.

You didn't tell me
we had a new member.

My apologies, sir,
for not meeting you sooner.

Detective Murdoch.
Meine Frau, Irene.

She will see you out.

IRENE: Of course. I'll just need
to put something on first.

Of course.

We must make concessions when
dealing with the outside world.

Arthur.

Calisthenics in 10 minutes.

Not today.

If he doesn't start
participating,

I will have no choice
but to ask him to leave.

Helmut, we decided to allow
people to adapt

at their own pace.

That was part of the problem
in Germany, wasn't it?

- Enforced ideals?
- Yeah, yeah.

Detective, we are
a peaceful people

with no interest
in harming anyone.

We simply want to be left alone.

Guten Morgen.

IRENE:
A skeleton on our property?

How horrible.

Your husband didn't seem
particularly concerned.

Helmut is not one
to show his emotions,

and, as you can imagine,

he's somewhat suspicious
of outsiders.

How many people live here?

At present, we're about 20,
but we've had many come and go.

- Has anyone ever gone missing?
- Not to my knowledge.

But we don't monitor
our members.

We're a free society.

I'd like to see your records.

We're not a school or a hotel.
We don't keep records.

Then I require a list

of everyone
who has ever stayed here before.

You surely can't believe
one of us

is responsible
for that poor soul.

Read this.

It should quell any further
suspicions you may have.

George, the Paris Revue
is coming here to Toronto.

I don't speak French, Henry.

Look at this.

They lift their skirts, George.

Above the knees.

Bare legs?

How many women, exactly?

I'll get us the tickets.
Do you have some money?

Henry, I mustn't.
I have a lady friend.

I need to protect
my reputation as a gentleman.

- Crabtree.
- Sir.

- I'm out of Scotch.
- Already, sir?

She's a demanding mistress, son.

Oh, bloody hell!

HAMILTON: I am here to see
Thomas S. Brackenreid,

and I demand an audience.

MURDOCH:
Can I help you, miss?

Jean Hamilton.

I must speak with the
inspector on an urgent matter,

but he is conveniently not in.

Again.

Perhaps I can be of assistance.

I shall only deal
with the inspector.

Close call.

Sir, why not simply tell
Miss Hamilton

that you're otherwise occupied?

Well, then she would tell
Margaret,

and that bench
would become my bed.

You'll get it
when you're married, Murdoch.

So, what's this I hear

about a bunch of people running
around with no clothes on?

Ah, yes.

- You saw them, did you?
- Yes.

In the flesh?

Mm.

[ Laughs ]

So, what do we know
about the dead man?

Not much, I'm afraid.

We're unable to determine
who he was

or how he died
with any precision.

- Some money.
- So not a robbery.

Newspaper articles.

[ Knock on door ]

Am I interrupting?

- MURDOCH: Julia!
- BRACKENREID: Ah, Dr. Ogden.

Enlighten me.

Why would any sane person want
to strip down and run around

while completely sober?

Are you referring
to the naturist colony

in the Don Valley woods?

You know of it?

One of their members,
Hanna Rice,

was a patient of mine.

Ah. That explains it.

Of my former medical practice.

She made it sound
quite compelling.

I admit a certain curiosity
to try it for myself.

Julia.

Is that their manifesto?

"In nudity, there is equality
among the classes."

Well, they're a naive bunch.

Naturism is based
on the philosophies

of the German pundit
Heinrich Pudor.

The idea is to connect to nature

in the hopes of finding
health and social equality.

Nudity, exercise,
and vegetarianism

are the main tenets, I believe.

"It is as important
to remove foreign bodies

in the form of meat, alcohol,
and tobacco from inside the body

as it is to remove artificial
coverings from the outside."

Bloody hell, that's no life.

Vegetarianism has been
around for centuries.

Such a diet can be quite
beneficial and rather tasty.

If you say so, Doctor.
[ Clicks tongue ]

William, I only have a moment.

Would you walk me out?

Yes, of course.

William, I've spoken with Darcy.

He's consented to the divorce.

So, he's prepared
to weather the scandal?

He wants to resolve this
as much as we do.

So, how do we proceed?

Darcy is the only one
with grounds to petition,

so we must provide him with
whatever he needs to proceed.

But, Julia,
we aren't guilty of adultery.

Yes, but we must prove
that we are

or the petition will be denied.

Right.
What sort of proof is required?

I'm meeting with my solicitor
this morning

to discuss the finer points.

Julia.

William,
we will get through this.

Now I really must go.

That's the last of him.

We don't have his right arm
entirely.

Only from the elbow.

Honestly, we're lucky
to have found this much.

Oh, look, George,

there appears to be a nick
in his third costal.

Oh, yes.
I think you're right.

[ Laughs ]

"Costal" is Latin for "rib,"
George.

- Over here.
- Oh, his costal. Yes.

[ Laughs ]

Ah, Detective.
I was just helping Dr. Grace

piece together our victim here.

Many hands make light work
and all of that.

That's very kind of you, George.

Dr. Grace?

Our subject is male,
approximately 40 years old.

Cause of death
seems fairly clear.

This man was shot
through the heart.

The bullet entered here

and lodged in the scapula here.

I see. And the bullet?

It must have fallen out of
the body during decomposition.

The bullet is still likely
at our crime scene.

The remains were scattered
over a fairly large area.

The bones of the torso
were found by the water's edge,

if that helps.

Still, it will take considerable
time to find an item so small.

Not if we use
the induction balancing machine.

Oh, really, sir?

Yes.

Where are you off to?

Oh, sir,
I'm to meet the detective.

Give it to me, Crabtree.

I could do with spending
a little more time in the field.

Oh, sir, you won't want to
with this one, trust me.

I said give it to mel!

I can manage a little romp
in the woods.

See if you can manage things
around here,

starting
with that concerned citizen.

But, sir...

[ Whirring and beeping ]

Sir, you must keep up
your pedaling

to maintain
the electrical current.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.
We've been at this for hours.

It's been seven minutes.

Seven minutes?

Does this contraption even work?

Yes, sir.

The electrical current
creates a magnetic field

that can only be interrupted

by the presence of metal
in the soil.

I need to take a break.

No, no, sir, don't, please!
Please don't stop.

[ Rapid beeping ]

I think I've found something.

Not the bullet, exactly.

It is probable
that this prosthetic arm

did belong to our victim.

What can you tell us about it,
Doctor?

I confess I'm not an authority.

Remarkable!

Where exactly did you find this?

In the mud.
Is that important?

Gentlemen, I can't promise
this will yield us a clue,

but this arm is a rare treat,
indeed.

A textbook example of adipocere.

Queen's English, please,
Dr. Grace.

It means, Inspector,

that the victim's flesh
has been preserved.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a lot of work to do.

HAMILTON:
It is simply immoral.

The goings-on at the music hall
are barely acceptable

on the best of nights,
but this, it's outrageous.

Miss Hamilton, I see your point,
and it's an excellent point,

but I cannot stop the Paris
Revue from coming to Toronto,

nor can I stop people
from going to see it.

Might I remind you
that it is your duty...

Yes, well, there are
two prosthetic manufacturers

in Toronto.

One uses wood exclusively,

and the other I have yet
to conta...

HAMILTON: How can we expect
to raise our children decently

when our streets are filled
with licentiousness?

CRABTREE:
Miss Hamilton...

Look at this poster.

It shows a woman's bare legs!

It's unacceptable.

It is just a drawing.

It is a public affront,
and it must be dealt with.

Immediately!

Thank you for seeing us,
Dr. Rico.

Do you recognize this?

DR. RICO:
But of course.

This is one of my finest.

You know, I'm the only one
in North America

to use the revolutionary
Vanghetti Method,

taught to me
by Giuliano Vanghetti himself.

I've only heard of this
in theory.

Dr. Vanghetti devised
a way to use the contractions

of the surviving musculature
of the limb

to enable manipulation
of the prosthetic.

DR. RICO:
Very impressive, signora,

and quite correct.

Do you know who ordered
this particular limb?

I can tell you in a moment.

Each limb
is carefully calibrated

to its new owner.

Ah, si. Un momento.

Imagine, a manmade limb that
moves almost like the original.

Thank you so much
for inviting me along.

MURDOCH: I thought
you might be interested.

How well you know me.

[ Clears throat ]

Si, I remember this gentleman.

He was American.

I fitted him for the arm
on March 3rd,

and he picked it up April 14.

- April 14th.
- Yeah.

Did he give you a name
or an address?

Zachariah Marsh,
care of the Palace Hotel.

We now know Zachariah Marsh
was murdered

sometime after April 14th,

long after the naturists
had moved onto the property.

But even that date doesn't help
narrow our list of suspects.

Given that the naturists
have created a place of refuge,

perhaps the killer sought out
the community

as a place to hide.

You think the killer
might still be among them?

It's certainly a possibility.

He may believe that leaving now

would be more suspicious
than staying.

William,
I met with my solicitor.

The requirements are rather
more involved than I had hoped.

The evidence, you mean?

We need hotel ledgers,
witnesses,

correspondence
detailing the adultery,

details that must be published
in the national newspaper

for six months.

Julia, how on earth do we...

Not we.

I alone am assuming full
responsibility for the divorce.

What do you mean?

I will weather
the embarrassment of it.

I'll make all the arrangements.

I chose to marry Darcy alone.

I must make it right alone.
You're to stay out of it.

Julia...

I have given this
a lot of thought.

It's unfair to burden you.

I... I won't besmirch your name
or put your career at risk.

You have to name a corespondent.

And I shall, but not you.

William, I'm quite determined.

HAMILTON:
Yes, completely cover the legs.

DR. OGDEN:
Constable Crabtree.

Ah, Doctor. Detective.

George, what are you doing?

- I am...
- He's upholding his oath

as an enforcer
of the righteousness

of this fine city.

MURDOCH:
As I can see.

George, I need your assistance
on an urgent police matter.

I apologize, Miss Hamilton.

Nonsense, Constable.

Tonight we will deal with
a nightclub on Yonge St.

It's blaring some vulgar
music called "ragtime."

It sounds like pure sin.

CRABTREE:
Ugh. Thank you, sir.

Not a worry, George.

I need you to go
to the Palace Hotel

and see if they have kept
any of this man's effects.

Zachariah Marsh.

Sir.

Ah.
Inspector, you must take a look.

Do you see that?
The cells have burst.

I suppose that's significant.

It means the dermis was exposed
to extremely low temperatures.

He was frozen?

But not solid. Only up to
the intermediate layer of skin.

He was exposed
to below-freezing temperatures,

but only for a short while.

Frozen, outdoors,
but only for a short while.

I think I know
where to look next.

Well, come on, then.

Murdoch, Dr. Grace has found us
a piece of the puzzle.

My examination
of the preserved tissue showed

that the cells had been frozen
postmortem,

but because only the dermis
showed signs of freezing...

That's just
the middle layer of skin.

DR. GRACE:
...the logical conclusion

is that a rapid and brief drop
in temperature

caused the damage.

The meteorological society
has given us this chart

of recorded temperatures
for the past year.

Do any days match
the criteria after April 14th?

BRACKENREID:
Only one.

April the 15th
starting at 2:00 a.m.

It only lasted for a few hours,

and the temperature
hasn't dipped again since.

So Zachariah Marsh received
his prosthetic arm on April 14th

and then died later
that same night.

Poor bugger.

A brand-new arm
and barely a day to enjoy it.

MURDOCH:
Mr. Lindemann.

Detective. Back again.

What now?
A corpse in our chimney?

I wonder, do you recognize
the name Zachariah Marsh?

I do not.

I'll need a list of everyone
that was here on April 14th.

HELMUT: I will not expose
our members to your tyranny.

I thank you to cease
this blatant harassment

of our community.

No more.

Oh, hello.

Did you change your mind
about joining our little gang?

MURDOCH: Uh, not at the moment,
thank you.

I believe we may have a friend
in common.

Dr. Julia Ogden.

Such a kind spirit.

You must send my regards.

She deserves
infinite love and joy.

Miss Rice,

do you recall where you were
on April 14th?

HANNA:
How could I forget?

That was my first day here.

We were like pioneers,
the five of us.

It was so beautiful.
I've never felt such peace.

- The five of you?
- HANNA: Yes.

Helmut, Irene,
Declan, and Arthur.

And me, of course.

No one else was here?

No, not a soul.

Thank you.

What do we think?
The German?

Without knowing
Zachariah Marsh's connection

to any of them,

I'm afraid we don't have much
to go on.

CRABTREE:
Sirs.

MURDOCH: Ah, George.
Do you have Mr. Marsh's effects?

I do.

You're not going to believe
what I found out about him.

- He was a Pinkerton.
- What?

CRABTREE:
Not just any Pinkerton.

Zachariah Marsh was the man

who took down
the infamous Rooster gang.

Texas, 1889.

He single-handedly killed
them all in a wild shootout.

But he didn't survive unscathed.

A stray bullet
took his right arm.

So he was a Pinkerton
and a Wild West legend?

CRABTREE:
Yes, sir.

You see, the Rooster gang
were a notorious family

of thieves,
a gang of four brothers.

They were the scourge
of the West.

They would steal a man's money

and then take his boots
to prevent him giving chase.

It's ingenious, if you ask me.

How do you know all this,
Crabtree?

CRABTREE:
Through my research, sir.

I was tinkering with the idea

of setting a novel
in the Wild West.

Our hero would be
a young deductive type,

about my height.

Do we know what Mr. Marsh
was working on before he died?

Yes, sir. He was tracking
a confidence trickster,

a fellow by the name
of Sherman Greene,

wanted for insurance fraud
in Boston.

Perhaps he tracked this con
to the naturist encampment.

Marsh must have been
discovered by this Greene fellow

and then killed to keep
his secret identity safe.

Well, we know Marsh was
on the trail of a man...

So that leaves us
with three possible suspects.

What do we know about them?

Aside from their names, sir,
nothing.

BRACKENREID:
What about the Pinkerton case?

MURDOCH:
Well, sir,

Marsh tracked Sherman Greene
from Boston to Montreal.

And he's also been linked to
fraud cases in Philadelphia,

New Orleans, Chicago...
all in the past year.

But no mention of Toronto.

Greene's been known
to use several aliases

and has been heard speaking
in various accents.

So that could be anyone.

Let's start with Lindemann.
Bring him in.

Sir, these people
don't trust outsiders.

They're not going to talk to me.

They're even less likely
to speak to you.

What we need
is someone on the inside.

Someone
they haven't seen before.

All right, George.

It's just like taking a bath
but... without water.

Hello.

Hello!

IRENE:
I'm Irene, Helmut's wife.

Uh, Henry. Henry Higgins.

Pleasure to make
your acquaintance.

And, please, relax. We're all
equal here in God's image.

We have a full schedule
of tasks and exercise

and hope
you'll participate fully.

Here we're all committed
to the same goals.

Health and vitality.

Yes, because I work as a footman
in a grand house, you see,

I rarely get out of doors.

Uh, I was born out...

We leave our restrictive pasts
behind

with our restrictive clothing.

This is your chance to be born
as your true self.

You owe no explanations.

You know what?
That sounds perfect.

MURDOCH:
"...onto."

Toronto Gazette.

You can set up your tent here.

And the daily schedule is posted
by the main tent.

I'd very much like to meet your
husband there, Mr. Lindemann.

Helmut is about to begin
our water calisthenics.

He'll be happy to meet you
later.

How did the two of you meet,
if you don't mind me asking?

He was speaking
outside Union Station

about his vision for this place.

I just knew everything
he was saying was right.

He was so passionate.

We were married
within the fortnight.

CRABTREE:
Is that right?

And what part of Germany
is he from?

IRENE:
We don't speak of our pasts.

We're happy together now.
That's all that matters.

I suppose this would be a good
place to hide one's secrets.

This is a good place
to become one's best self.

Take Declan.

He arrived drunk, weary,
riddled with infirmity,

in search of a safe haven.

Look at him now.

We could be your safe haven,
too.

I've sent Jackson to dig up
the sale of the naturists' land.

I don't trust
that Lindemann fellow.

So, what's all this, then?

Sir, ink from the newspaper
article has transferred

to the inside
of Mr. Marsh's wallet.

Now, it's too faint to see
against the dark leather.

I'm hoping to lift the ink.

I've mixed an elastic polymer
in with the wax.

BRACKENREID:
An elastic what?

Polymer.

In this case,

the element of rubber allows
the wax to stretch.

The ink should transfer
to the wax,

and the presence of the polymer

will allow the wax
to be pliable enough

to peel off without crumbling.

Hmm.

Could I take some of this putty
home for the boys, Murdoch?

It's just
the kind of silliness...

Sir, please.
It isn't a toy.

Hello, there.

Eins, zwei, drei...

You're new here, are you?

...fnf, sechs...

[ Laughs ]

It takes a bit
of getting used to,

but it beats the world
out there, that's for sure.

Personally, I'm trying to get
away from the evils of drink.

Whiskey. It ruined me.
It was my whole life.

I used to drink it out of
a teacup so no one would notice.

I was a bourbon man myself.

For me, it was the traveling,
you know?

A long night on a train
without a drink...

I couldn't abide it.

I wouldn't know anything
about that.

This is about as far out of the
city as I think I've ever been.

Is that right?

Aha.

Henry, I need you to go
to The Toronto Gazette.

I need you to get every article

that has the words "daring"
and "stole" in it,

starting from March.

Yes, sir.

Bracing, isn't it?

There is nothing like a swim
to restore the body.

It certainly beats traveling
the dusty roads.

I never leave the colony.

The outside world is corrupt,

an oligarchy
of rich industrialists.

Yes, I couldn't agree more.

The insurance lot
are the worst of the devils.

I think they should be swindled

out of the money they plunder
from innocent people.

Crime does not effect change.

It only serves to alienate
us Volks...

people even more.

You're German?

I am from mankind.

Quite so. Have you seen much
of North America?

Boston? Chicago?
Philadelphia? New Orleans?

Do not ask what you have
no right to know.

Make sure Worseley reads this
this time.

HAMILTON:
Inspector.

How unusual to see you here.

Miss Hamilton.
I wish I could say the same.

I trust you know there were boys
playing ball in High Park

last Sunday.

Explicitly breaking the law
for everyone to see.

I was not aware.

Where is Constable Crabtree?

I intend to deal only with him.

I'm afraid he is engaged
in police business

off the premises.

How disappointing.

He is the only reliable man
in this station house.

Inspector,
you have a telephone call.

Ah. Now, if you'll excuse me,
Miss Hamilton, duty calls.

Hmm!

Oh! I apologize.

- Dr. Ogden!
- George!

What are you doing here?

The same as you, I imagine.

I must say I'm impressed by
your open-mindedness, Constable.

You seem to be embracing the
spirit of the colony completely.

Dr. Ogden, I am working!

We're trying to uncover
a murderer.

I must insist
that you leave at once.

It's not safe.

And if Detective Murdoch knew
that you were here...

knew that I saw...

Yes, perhaps we'll keep this
just between us.

And I won't compromise
your investigation.

You have my word.

Thank you.

I've been swimming
in the cold river.

Oh.

BRACKENREID: The Pinkerton
Agency just telephoned.

Sherman Greene,
the insurance con man,

was caught in Boston.

He never came to Toronto.

Then what was Marsh doing
in Toronto?

And what led him
to the naturist camp?

Change of lifestyle?

Henry, have you found
the article yet?

Not yet, sir.
There's three editions a day.

Right. The newspaper article
from Mr. Marsh's wallet

is our only remaining clue.

Right, everyone,
drop what you're doing,

and help Higgins
find this article.

Carry on.

Hello, there.
I'm Henry.

I don't believe I got your name.

I didn't give it.

It's beautiful here.

I prefer it
to Chicago or Boston.

Don't mind him.

He's so unfriendly.

He even prefers to live alone

in an unpleasant cave
across the river.

Why did he come here
in the first place?

HANNA:
Everyone here has a reason

to reject the outside world
as it is.

I try to be friendly,
but he just wants to be alone.

You don't know where he's from,
do you?

Um, I think somewhere west
of here.

Sirs, I've found it!

"A daring daylight robbery
occurred yesterday

at the Hay and Sons Pharmacy
on St. Clair Avenue.

The thief not only took
the contents of the safe,

but also stole Mr. Hay's boots.

Mr. Hay told police
he was unable to give chase

due to his stocking feet."

His boots?
Where have I heard that before?

- MURDOCH: From George.
- Yes!

Zachariah Marsh supposedly
killed all of the Rooster gang.

This article
would suggest otherwise.

So Crabtree is going up against
a gunslinger.

So it would appear.

Sir.

Uh, I apologize
for the attire, sir.

It's the best I could do.

It's all right, George.

Sir, my investigation has come
to a standstill.

Not one of the suspects
appears to be Sherman Greene.

That's because none of them is,
George.

CRABTREE: Sir?

Sherman Greene
was arrested in Boston.

Mr. Marsh was here
for another reason.

To finish off the Rooster gang.

The Rooster gang?

You think one of them survived
and is here?

Apparently so, George.

Obviously,
it isn't Mr. Lindemann.

Well, it isn't Declan Black,
either.

Apparently, he's never
left Toronto in his life.

That just leaves Arthur Gibbons.

Yes, sir, it must be Gibbons.

Apparently, he's from out west.

And he's very secretive.

He's definitely hiding
something.

All right. We'll bring him in
for questioning.

Sir, as you yourself have said,

these people
are not likely to talk,

and we haven't
a shred of evidence.

I'm sure I could find something,

but... only if I remain
one of them.

Sir, let me do this.

MURDOCH:
Are you sure?

DR. OGDEN:
George?

IRENE:
What are you doing in here?

I was just...

I don't know
where you came from,

but here we respect
each other's privacy.

I'm going to have to tell
Helmut.

- No. Please.
- IRENE: I have no choice.

You obviously can't be trusted.

I promise it's not
what it looks like.

Just let me explain.

Irene, I'm a copper.

I've been sent here covertly
to look for a criminal.

Is this about
the skeleton the police found?

You can't say anything
to anyone.

Not even to Helmut.

If Gibbons is the man we think
he is, he's very dangerous.

But he's such a quiet sort.

Apparently, Arthur was
a member of a gang of outlaws.

Well...
now that you mention it...

What?

If you know something,
you have to tell me.

I did see Arthur
burying something

in the clearing behind the cave.

Irene, I need you to get
to the main road.

I need you to get a message

to Detective Murdoch
at Station House Number Four.

Tell him to come here at once.

Of course.

ARTHUR:
What do you think you're doing?

Arthur Gibbons,

I am with
the Toronto Constabulary.

Just...
Just come with me quietly,

and it will go all the better
for you.

I'm not going anywhere.

[ Gunshot ]

He was going to kill you.

Okay, thanks.

Henry?

Any information
on Arthur Gibbons?

I just have, sir.
He's from Vancouver.

He enlisted in the army
to fight in the Boer War,

but he's missing
from his regiment.

He's just a cowardly deserter.
He's not a gunslinger.

So if the outlaw isn't
Helmut Lindemann, Declan Black,

or Arthur Gibbons,
then who is it?

Thank you for saving me.

You're quite the shot.

My brothers taught me.

That's quite the scar
you've got there.

Uh, it's a... childhood injury.

Jackson found
the land sale receipt.

So Lindemann didn't buy
the land.

His wife did,

only she purchased it
under her maiden name.

Irene Le Coq.

Where did she get the money?

Henry, do we have anything on
Irene Lindemann's background?

No, sir.

Le Coq. French.

Yes, sir.

French for "rooster."

George.

Where did you say you grew up,
Irene?

Uh... here and there.

With brothers, you said.

Moving from town to town?

Something like that.

- You killed a man!
- Arthur was going to kill you!

You killed him to close the case

so we wouldn't come looking
for you!

But you've killed before,
haven't you?

- Zachariah Marsh!
- Who?

The Pinkerton agent!

He killed your family
in front of your eyes,

left you with that nasty scar
as a souvenir.

That snake only cared
about the fame.

He took everything from me.

I had nothing to live for
after that day.

Until I met Helmut.

He gave me a fresh start.

You were stealing
just a few months ago.

Only to buy Helmut this land.
I just needed another $50.

It was the only way.

That's how Marsh found you,
isn't it?

He read about it in the paper.
The stolen boots.

Old habits.

But...

I'm not that person.

I'm not a thief anymore.

No. You're a murderer.

I can't let you ruin everything,

not after all I've done to stay.

[ Gun cocks ]

I wish I didn't have to do this.

But I won't lose my life.

Not again.

George, are you all right?

Sirs?

Crabtree?

William.

Julia?

You look a disgrace, Crabtree.
Fix your uniform.

Sir, this collar is so tight.

And, sir, you wouldn't believe.

The warmth of the sun,

the cool breeze on your skin.

You can't imagine
how freeing it is.

I saw enough
to imagine it all too well.

George.

CRABTREE:
Hanna.

I'm sorry your wife
refused to speak with you.

I had hoped for an explanation.

I can't imagine that she was
not sincere in her beliefs.

It seems she wanted a new life,

and you were able to give that
to her.

Yeah. It was a paradise.

Our own Xanadu.

I understand
you'll be leaving us.

The purity of our community
has been tarnished.

Only Hanna wished to stay
on the path with me.

We are going south,

somewhere where we can be free
all year long,

without restrictions.

I hope you find such a place.

Thank you, Detective.

Viel Glck.
Good luck.

You know, Hanna,

I almost didn't recognize you
with clothes on.

To tell the truth,

I can hardly keep myself from
ripping them off right here.

I couldn't bring myself
to put on my underclothes.

Me neither.

Heathens! Reprobates!

Miscreants! Degenerates!

This city is doomed
with moral guardians like you!

What was that all about?

I think I'm not the man
she wanted me to be.

It was good to know you, George.

Take care of your health.

You too.

Miss Rice.

William.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I trust you've forgiven me
for earlier.

Julia, I've reserved a room
for us at the Queens Hotel.

- William.
- MURDOCH: Under both our names.

We'll both sign the ledger.

William, I can't ask you to be
involved in such a sordid task.

Julia, I am involved.

There's no question.

We both are.

In this and in everything.

The Queens Hotel.

Everyone will see us.

Witnesses, a signed ledger.

That should be
all the evidence you need.

Are you quite sure
you want to do this?

You know there will be
no going back.

I'm sure.

So, you're prepared to spend
the night together.

I've brought dominoes.

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