All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E04 - Barenaked Ladies [1080p]

Tommy!

Tommy?

Tommy Baker, have you
not heard me calling you?

We're already late
getting back...

Oh, for the love of God.

You're gonna get it
when you get home.

People, I need to you
stay back and stay calm.

There's really nothing to...

- Oh, my.
- Nothing to see here.

Just stay back.

Where did the statue
come from?

No one knows. It certainly
wasn't commissioned.

A nude not commissioned
by our city fathers.

Why am I not surprised?

I must say it's very good.
She looks almost real.

Yes, well, perhaps
she should be in a gallery

where the craftsmanship
can be more fully appreciated.

Craftsmanship.

William,
say what you really mean.

She's bare naked in a city park.
It's a civil outrage.

Which you seem to be
thoroughly enjoying.

I certainly am.

A stir is clearly
what the artist intended.

Sir!
Sir, get back here!

This vulgar display
is an affront to decency!

Sir! Sir!

Give me that!

Oh, my God.

Sir.

Doctor.

What is it, George?

I believe this is
no ordinary work of art.

No wonder she was so lifelike.

Electroplated?

So she was covered in metal
like a trophy?

Yes, sir.

That's a new one.

It certainly is.

There must be
a logical explanation.

I don't think you'll find much
logic in this business, Murdoch.

I'm rather pleased
my first case back in the morgue

is something so unique.

Crikey.

It's extraordinary.
She's been perfectly preserved.

Why cover her in wax?

It likely has to do
with the electroplating process.

I did read about a patent
for electroplating corpses

issued in France some years ago.

We'd all be better off
if they stuck to wine, cheese,

and bloody frog's legs.

The waxy substance
likely contains

a pulverized nitrate of silver.

The body is then immersed
in copper sulfate

and the electrical current
is applied.

The result is a metallic mummy,
as it were.

Well, sirs, perhaps this is
some sort of publicity stunt,

an advertisement, as it were,

to promote a novel, new way
to remember your loved ones.

Cast them in metal.

Preserve them
for all of eternity.

Perhaps put some clothes
on them.

Crabtree, stop being
such a happy dafty.

So this is no amateur job,
Murdoch.

No, it's not.

George, were you able
to find any information

on electroplating facilities?

Yes, sir.

There's only one electroplating
factory in Toronto.

We actually had cause
to visit there

on another case some years ago.

You may recall the name
of the factory owner

was James Kirkham.

Right, Doctor, we'll leave you
to figure out how the girl died.

It could be natural causes,
Inspector.

I know. It's never murder
till it's murder.

Gentlemen.

As you can see,

this process can't be done
on organic material.

Certainly not on a human body.

My detective thinks otherwise,
Mr. Kirkham.

Well, think all you want.

I'm telling you
it can't be done.

Perhaps you'd care to see
what's in our morgue.

What if the body was coated
in silver nitrate?

That would interact with
the ions in the copper bath,

chemically speaking.

Then the copper would adhere
to the silver.

- Yes.
- So it is possible.

I've just said
it's chemically possible.

I remind you this is a police
investigation, Mr. Kirkham.

Who has access to this plant?

That would be
the men who work here.

- Do you employ a night watchman?
- No.

None of this equipment
is easy to pilfer.

I'd prefer the constabulary

not suggest
anything untoward happened here.

I don't want
my business jeopardized.

Good day, gentlemen.

The body had to be
electroplated here.

It's the only factory in town.

Unless someone had
a private facility.

That seems unlikely.

See what you can find out
about the victim.

Sir.

She was stabbed.
A single thrust to the heart.

The wound was very clean,

suggesting the knife
was pushed in and withdrawn

at the same angle.

Which led you to believe

that she was incapacitated
when she was killed.

Yes.
I analyzed the stomach contents.

She had drunk and eaten
shortly before she died.

I found significant amounts
of the sedative sulfonal.

He wanted her unconscious.

She died
approximately 18 hours ago.

The killer waited
until rigor had set in.

Once rigor
was fully in evidence

and the body was fixed
in the pose,

he set about the task
of electroplating.

It's quite the operation.

She sat down to share a meal
with her killer.

It might have been
someone she knew.

Someone she trusted.

Who is she, William?

George is looking into
the missing persons.

Someone has to have
reported her disappearance.

Sir.

Do you think there's
a real body inside this one?

Most likely, George.

Strange and unsettling,
isn't it, sir?

Indeed it is.

Did the man who found it
move it in any way?

No, sir.

He was so shaken
by the sight of the thing,

he's sworn himself off drink.

And he has no idea
how it came to be here?

He says when he fell asleep,
he had the bench to himself.

It wasn't until first light
when he awoke and he realized

he had company.

Sir.

Please move along, sir.

The murder of the second victim
was a match to the first.

Sedated and killed by a single
stab wound to the heart.

Quite possibly the same weapon.

I see.
Anything else?

I believe they may have
been murdered

within minutes of each other.

So both alive at the same time
and with the killer.

Yes. It seems they may have
eaten together.

I found the same stomach
contents, including sulfonal.

But they weren't electroplated
at the same time.

Lividity suggests the second
woman was electroplated

some 12 hours after she died.

So one killer
could have worked alone.

It's quite possible.
Have you identified them yet?

No.

None of the missing persons

match either of
their descriptions.

They were both young
women, aged by hard living.

They could have
been prostitutes.

I see.

I'll have the constables
canvass St. John's Ward.

Oi, you there.

Have you seen
either of these women?

Have you seen
either of these women?

- No.
- Are you sure?

Take your time.

Bloody rozzers.

Hey, you two.

Move it, Coral

George.
Come back here!

Keep your hands off us.

Men usually pay good money
for that.

Who are they?

Sir, this couple of "ladies"
tried to evade us.

We figured
they might know something.

I have to warn you, sir, they're
not inclined to cooperate.

Ladies,
I'm Detective Murdoch,

and I'd like to ask you...

Save your breath.
We don't talk to coppers.

We're trying to
identify these two women.

Can you help us?

Who's asking?

Dr. Julia Ogden.
And you are?

Ginny.

Just Ginny.
And this is Cora.

These two women
are lying in the city morgue.

They've been murdered.

We keep to ourselves, missus.

Is that why you ran when
the constables approached you?

We don't get involved in what
don't concern us, do we, Ginny?

Well, perhaps you don't,

but I won't allow these women
to go to their graves nameless.

I think they deserve better.

We open our mouths,
the killer comes after us next.

Telling me what you know
may help us catch a murderer.

Don't you want that?

Sorry to interrupt, Doctor.

You're needed.

Excuse me.

It's the park behind
the normal school this time.

A third victim, Julia.

It would appear we have a
sequential killer on our hands.

Look how the body
has been posed.

He's arranging each of
his victims in a different way.

He's sending us a message.
The question is, what?

I'm almost finished here,
William.

Sorry, ma'am.
I can come back later.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you were my husband.

We haven't met yet.

- Dr. Julia Ogden.
- Rebecca James.

I clean at nights.
You're the new coroner?

In a manner of speaking,
yes.

Oh, no.

Not another one of
those statue murders.

Oh, you've been following
the news?

I'm no sensationalist, Doctor.

But the notion
of encasing corpses...

That would preserve
every small detail.

I would think it would
make your job a bit easier.

Indeed it does.

That's very well observed,
Miss James.

I'll let you
get back to your work.

Thank you, Doctor.

As if we haven't got enough
to deal with.

These naked statues are
causing havoc across the city.

You've got whatever you need
to get it sorted,

and that's orders from above.

So nothing on who
these women are yet?

No, sir,
though it seems possible

that they were all prostitutes.

So we've got a Ripper type
on our hands.

Sir, do you recall a case
a few years ago,

in Hamilton, I believe?

Yes. There was a fellow
going around Killing doxies.

They caught him, had plenty
of evidence to convict,

but the bastard got off
on a technicality.

Uh, Dray.

Arthur, Albert, Alfred.

- Something like that.
- Yes, sir.

Perhaps Mr. Dray
is up to his old tricks.

No, it couldn't be him,
Murdoch.

He was killed
shortly after he got out.

For you, William.

Good morning, Inspector.

- Thank you.
- Good morning, Doctor.

- Late night, I gather.
- Indeed.

The killing of the third victim
follows the pattern.

Same stomach contents,
same sedative.

And the stab wound
with the same weapon.

So he drugged and killed them
all together.

These sequential killers
are bloody devils.

Sir, I don't believe
we're dealing with

a sequential killer.

He gathered them all
in the same place

and killed them
at the same time.

There's no development
or progression to his actions.

Unless these are only
the first of his victims.

Oh, well, that's a cheering
thought, Doctor.

Though he doesn't follow
a sequential pattern,

turning his victims into statues

suggests a pathology
even more curious.

Sounds to me
like he's taunting us.

Doesn't this kind of killer
often want to be caught?

But he leaves nothing
to point to himself.

Instead, he shines a lantern
on his victims

by displaying them publicly.

He wants the women
to be looked at.

But only after he's killed them.

Is he honoring them
in some strange way

or humiliating them?

Well, that would certainly fit
with the nakedness.

Or is he just killing
for the fun of it

and then boasting about it
afterwards?

Yes, William, look at the
pattern in the wax coating.

Is it some kind of hieroglyph?

What is it?

Sir, I believe we need to pay
Mr. Kirkham another visit.

The same pattern.

Mr. Kirkham, I'm going to need
a list of all of your employees,

as well as anyone who may have
had access to this facility.

Well, that will take some time
to compile.

Then you'd better get started.

Lack of cooperation

and no expression of concern
for the dead women.

He's our man, Murdoch.

What would his motive be?

Killing for the sheer pleasure,
like the doctor said.

Or any other bloody thing.
I don't know.

The women
were put in his copper bath.

That puts him top of the list.

Sirs, I just spoke to a workman
who saw one of our dead women

enter the building
across the way three nights ago.

Apparently it's a place ladies
of the night take their escorts.

You look into that, Murdoch.

I'll ride roughshod
over our friend Kirkham.

Looks like somebody
took a meal here, sir.

It certainly does.

Bread and wine.

Grease from meat.

Blood, George.

The women were killed here.

He then prepared their bodies,

transported them across
the street for electroplating,

each one in turn.

Sir, whoever did this put a
great deal of thought into it.

There must be a very specific
reason to go to such lengths.

Indeed.

And that reason
will be the key

to solving
these murders, George.

They said at the station house
I'd find you here.

I should've spoken up earlier,

but I didn't know
if I could trust you, you know?

To find the killer.

Well, you've come
to the right place.

I'll do everything in my power
to see that he's caught.

You have my word.

I saw what happened.

I saw the statue in the park.
It was terrible.

- You were there?
- Well, I know who she is.

I know who they all are.

Do you have their names?

Doreen Booth was the first.

Then Fern Mason.

Elsie Black was the last one.

We worked
on the streets together.

Dr. Julia Ogden.
It's all right, Ginny.

I should go. I shouldn't have
come here in the first place.

William, I'll be there
as soon as possible.

No, please don't go, Ginny.

No, let me go, missus.
I've said enough.

Julia.

Number four.
Another park, another pose.

This one has
no facial features.

What are you thinking?

There's something oddly familiar
about the way this one is posed.

I can't quite...

I-It looks familiar.

The way her arms
are outstretched,

like a gesture of giving?

Yes.

But how does it relate
to the others?

Detective Murdoch.

The fourth statue, William.

No corpse.

Just a mannequin
with no facial features.

Clearly intentional
on the part of the Killer.

What does it represent?

And how does it fit
with the other murdered women?

Perhaps the blank face
suggests someone

who is absent or missing.

Or next.

What if the mannequin is the
focus out of this whole thing?

Maybe...

The Killer is re-creating
the Last Supper.

Very clever, but by my count
there are 13 at the Last Supper.

You're not suggesting
that we could be expecting

nine more corpses?

If the killer intends to
replicate the entire painting,

there may be.

So the mannequin
represents Jesus.

Yes, and the three
electroplated corpses

represent Peter,
Judas, and Thomas,

all three apostles
who betrayed their Lord.

Could that be
the killer's message?

He was betrayed?

Interestingly, da Vinci placed
all three very close to Jesus.

So who's this?

That would be John,
the apostle Jesus favored most.

You think the electroplater
was betrayed by the three women

and killing them
is his revenge?

Or he killed them
to send a message

to whomever
actually betrayed him.

You mean some maniac
is killing women he didn't know

just to send a message?

It's possible.

They were prostitutes and
expendable in the eyes of most.

Ginny and Cora
may have seen something.

Perhaps they'll
confide in you, Julia.

- Thank you, missus.
- You're welcome.

So, what do you want?

Your help.

- Just leave us alone.
- We have to trust her, Cora.

What other choice do we have?

Did you see Doreen
or Fern or Elsie

with anyone in particular
three nights ago?

No.

Anyone could've picked them up.

They worked for themselves,
like us.

So they weren't
part of a brothel?

Not anymore.

They moved to Toronto once
the house in Hamilton closed.

- And when was that?
- Two years ago.

After the owner, Sally Brown,
was hanged.

Hanged?

She killed that monster,
Albert Dray.

She did the right thing too.

He murdered her girls.

And she loved her girls,
didn't she, Ginny?

We were like family.

So you were
part of the same house?

Yeah, we were. And then
we all came to Toronto.

There's not many of us left.

Sally protected us back then.
Nobody's protecting us now.

So you have no idea
who could be doing this?

No.

The victims
were all prostitutes

from the same
Hamilton household.

And the owner of the brothel
was hanged

for killing Albert Dray.

If the killer chose his victims
from the same house, why?

Is someone mimicking
Albert Dray?

How does a copycat fit with
the message of the Last Supper?

We need the files
from the Dray case.

It seems clear that Sally Brown
murdered Albert Dray.

The murder weapon
was found in her room,

and she offered no defense.

What has the Dray case got to do
with our friend Mr. Kirkham?

Sir?

Well, the dead girls were
electroplated in his factory.

We should be
taking that place apart.

Establishing motive may be
the most efficient approach

to solving this case, sir.

The method of murder suggests
a very disturbed psyche.

Right, you've got one more day

on the psychological
mumbo jumbo road,

and then we're
tearing that factory apart.

Got it?

"The mumbo jumbo road"?

If I didn't know
the inspector better,

I would say that
that was a challenge.

Well, then, let's take it.

There's mention
of a priest here,

a Father Raymond.

He was a character witness
in Sally Brown's trial.

Yes, I knew Sally Brown.

I visited her many times after
she converted to Catholicism.

She became devout.

Yes, a true believer.

I think it gave her comfort
to know

she was joining her Lord
and Savior in the afterlife.

Did she ever speak
of Albert Dray?

Only to say
that he deserved to die.

She never denied she was guilty
of the crime,

although I suspected
there was a lot more

to the sordid business.

In what way?

I believe she went to
the gallows protecting someone.

I begged her to talk to me
about it,

but she refused
all my efforts.

It's your belief that
she didn't kill Albert Dray?

I strongly suspect
that she did not, Detective.

But since she refused to speak,
I could do nothing about it.

But mark my words,

whoever did this cannot hide
from the eyes of God.

They will be punished,
in this world or the next.

Harsh words from the mouth
of a priest, Father.

I think our Lord will grant me
a less than charitable response

to those that deserve it.

Dr. Ogden.

Oh, hello again, Miss James.

I'm very sorry.

I will change my hours
to better fit your work.

I don't recall the previous
coroner working quite so late.

No, don't let me disturb you.

I'm just here
to collect some papers.

I see Shelley is particularly
dusty this evening.

I'm S ry?

The previous coroner
named him Shelley.

I see.

I couldn't help noticing that
this bone is at an odd angle.

Yes.

It seems the poor fellow
had a fracture

that didn't heal properly.

So the clavicle
doesn't lay horizontally.

You know anatomy.

A little.
Bones are endlessly intriguing.

- But I should let you go.
- Yes.

My husband will be waiting.

- Then I wish you good night.
- Thank you.

Although I have a feeling
my day's work is far from over.

Albert Dray was killed
on March 29, 1901.

His body was found near
an icehouse on Hamilton Harbor.

According to
the Hamilton coroner,

Mr. Dray died
from multiple stab wounds.

And listen to this, William.

They found laudanum
in his stomach.

He was also sedated.
Like our victims.

Sedated and stabbed.
Coincidence?

I think not.
What else?

He sustained five stab wounds.

Look at this photo.

According to the report,
this is the fatal wound.

The knife entered
at an oblique angle.

So it would be impossible to
determine with absolute accuracy

the dimensions of the weapon?

I ask because...

...this is the knife that was
found in Sally Brown's room.

It could be the murder weapon.

And what of these wounds?

I'll need to study them.

Right.
I'll order some supper.

Thank you.

William.

Look at these two cuts
to the upper abdomen.

Based on the different points
of entry,

one was a right-handed blow,
the other left-handed.

Two killers.

These wounds on his torso
are so distinct,

I believe they were inflicted
by five different weapons.

Multiple killers.

The Hamilton Police should have
seen this.

Yes, well, this does suggest

a less-than-thorough
investigation.

Once the knife was found
in Sally Brown's room,

the detective on the case

focused on all of his attention
on her.

She was arrested and charged
within hours.

Did she speak
in her own defense?

Oh, yes.

"The monster is in hell
where he belongs.

For that I am well pleased."

So Sally Brown signed
her own death warrant.

Right.
Let's go over this again, Julia.

Five stab wounds inflicted
by five different weapons.

So, likely five different
killers.

The properties of the wounds
suggest they were inflicted

at the same time.

Five killers
who were working together.

Mr. Dray's victims all came
from the same brothel.

And when Mr. Dray was released
without being charged...

Sally Brown and four others
sought justice and killed him,

a group acting as one.

But what about the copper
statues and the Last Supper?

We're missing something here.

Yes.

But it's late, William.

I have to go to bed.

I'm exhausted.
You coming?

I'll be along shortly.

Julia!

Julia.

- Julia, wake up.
- William.

What time is it?

It's... I... I don't know.

I don't know.
Listen to me, Julia.

Judas betrayed Jesus
for 30 pieces of silver

and in doing so
sent him to his death.

William,
what are you talking about?

It all fits.

Peter denied knowing his Lord.

Thomas doubted
the resurrection.

William, slow down.
I'm completely lost.

A constable interviewed
three women

at the Hamilton brothel

the night
that Albert Dray was murdered.

They were Doreen Booth,
Fern Mason, and Elsie Black.

- Our three victims.
- Yes.

The constable spoke
with Doreen first.

According to his notes,

she told him
that Sally was with Albert Dray

at the time of the murder.

Doreen was the first statue.
Judas, right?

Judas the betrayer.

And that's not all.
Fern...

- The Peter statue.
- Yes.

Apparently,
Sally told the constable

that she was with Fern
that night.

- But Fern...
- Let me guess... denied that.

Exactly.

She was asked
a number of times,

and in each instance

she said that she was not
with Sally that night.

And what about Elsie?

Elsie was asked to corroborate
the events of that evening.

But she said
she doubted her memory

because she had drank too much.

She couldn't be sure
of anything.

Elsie was the third statue...
Doubting Thomas.

So with everything pointing
in one direction,

Sally is charged
with the murder.

Despite compelling
forensic evidence

suggesting multiple killers.

And Sally goes to her grave
without breathing a word.

William, what if
Sally, Doreen, Fern, and Elsie

made a pact to kill Dray?

They agreed to stick to the same
story if they were questioned.

Then, under pressure,

three of them crumbled
and the blame went to Sally.

Someone is exacting revenge

on those who got away
with Mr. Dray's murder.

Julia, there are five killers.

Counting Sally Brown,
four of them are dead.

That means one of them
is still out there.

If we are right,

there is still one more statue
the killer must cast.

Sir, we've ascertained
the motive

for the electroplate murders.

It dates back
to the Albert Dray murder.

Five people killed him,
but only one was hanged.

- Sally Brown.
- Yes, sir.

What if someone
is seeking revenge

because only Sally
was punished?

He's killed three already.

And the remaining murderer
is likely the next victim.

Which would explain
the Last Supper tableau...

Sally being the central figure,
the faceless mannequin,

and the others, her apostles,
were the accomplices.

That may be.
And it's a very nice story.

Story?

Consider this, Doctor...

Albert Dray was nothing more
than a low-life thug.

Sally Brown was a prostitute.

You're saying that someone
in their circle

is an aficionado
of Leonardo da Vinci?

It's possible.

And when that someone
is not busy

appreciating the world
of fine art,

he's learning how
to electroplate a human body?

You two
are ignoring the obvious.

The killer is James Kirkham,

the man who owns
the bloody factory

where the bodies
were turned into statues.

He must have known Albert Dray
and is avenging his murder.

Excuse me for a moment.

He hates it when I'm right.

We'll see.

Detective Murdoch,
I know you're busy,

but I thought
of something else.

A small detail.

I'm not sure if it has anything
to do with your investigation,

but nevertheless...

Please.
Go on, Father.

When I went to hear
Sally Brown's final confession,

she asked me to give her Bible
to a friend of hers.

Who was this?

One of her girls, I believe.
A Ginny Beasley.

Oh. Ginny.

- You know her?
- We've spoken with her.

Well, Sally asked me to write
an inscription in the Bible.

I remember it
quite clearly.

"To my faithful friend.

In my hour of darkness,
you were always at my side."

Have you ever met Ginny?

Once, at the prison.

Ginny was Sally's only visitor.

Sally refused
to talk to anyone,

but she may have confided
in Ginny.

- She might be our last victim.
- If she isn't already.

George, Henry, we need
to find Ginny straightaway.

Sir.

Higgins.

There.

Miss! Wait!

Stop!

What do you want now?

You need to come down
to the station, miss.

- And where's your friend Cora?
- I don't know.

Have a look for her, Higgins.

You come with me.

Why am I here?

What do you know about
the plan to kill Albert Dray?

I don't know anything.

You were close to Sally Brown.

She must have said something.

We now believe Doreen, Fern,
and Elsie murdered Albert Dray,

along with Sally,
and that's why they were killed.

Who else was involved?

Were you one of them?

We need your help to catch
whoever's bent on revenge.

Albert Dray
was a vile creature.

What he did to our friends...

- Were you the fifth murderer?
- No.

But you knew of the plan
to murder him.

Only what Sally told me after.

She was the one who lured him
to the house and drugged him.

Then they all took him
to the harbor and stabbed him.

What happened after that?

Well, they were supposed to say
they were nowhere near Dray.

But that copper,
he got hold of Doreen,

said if she didn't tell him
what she knew,

he was gonna
throw her in prison.

He would have done it, too.

I saw him with her.
She was crying.

That's when I guessed
what they'd all done.

So Doreen gave up Sally.

Yeah.

She said Sally was with Dray
that night.

Then the others caved in
when he started bullying them.

They searched Sally's room,
found the knife.

She was hanged
while the others went free.

And now someone
is murdering them.

Who?

I don't know.

Have you ever heard the name
James Kirkham?

Kirkham?

Yeah, there was a Mr. Kirkham

that used to
come around the house.

- Really?
- Yeah.

He was one of Sally's.

He came regular to see her.

Anything else?

Well, he was very upset
when she was arrested.

Said the law had it all wrong,

that killing Dray was
doing the world a favor.

Let's go, Murdoch.

Until the murderer
is apprehended,

this is the safest place.

Dr. Ogden will stay with you.

It would appear your initial
instincts were correct.

Kirkham is our killer.

Basic police logic.

One thing puzzles, sir.

If Kirkham said
that killing Dray

was doing the world a favor,

then why murder the women
who killed him?

You've been spending
too much time with Dr. Ogden.

Anyway,
what more do you need?

The fellow is mad.
Mad as a March hare.

Sally never said a word
about the others.

She was a good woman.

You were close?

She took me in when
I was alone on the streets.

She didn't have to do that.

You felt safe under her roof?

I did.

I didn't set out for this life,
missus.

But once it happened,
there was no turning back.

I was what I was,

still a doxy entertaining men
every night,

but she looked after me.

No one ever did that
for me before.

She counted you as a friend
right till the end.

- Well, I wasn't.
- She thought you were.

That's why she wanted you
to have her Bible.

You can take comfort
in that, Ginny.

Well, how can I?
I did nothing to help her.

Why am I here, may I ask?

We can prove that the bodies

were electroplated
at your factory.

That may be,
but I didn't do it.

Were you a friend
of Albert Dray?

Certainly not.
I never met the man.

We now know that you were
one of Miss Brown's regulars

at her Hamilton brothel.

That's absurd.

Do I look like the kind of man
who visits prostitutes?

Listen...

I know the kind of thrall

that a woman of her talents
can have on a man.

You were upset
when you lost her.

You knew that she didn't
kill Dray on her own,

so you decided to punish
the other women yourself,

electroplating them into naked
statues to humiliate them.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I never went near Hamilton.

Mr. Kirkham,
I have my constables

checking hansom cabs
for regular fares

between the Hamilton
railway station

and Miss Brown's
former address.

Now, are you telling me

that you won't be recognized
as a frequent visitor?

Of course I won't.

In my experience,

cab drivers have got
very good memories, sir.

I might have gone to Hamilton
on business.

By way of the brothel?

All right, all right.

I'll admit I was
at Miss Brown's establishment

on more than one occasion.

I was assured discretion
was utmost at her house.

Right.
You're under arrest.

That's absurd.

I don't know Albert Dray
from a hole in the wall.

Why should I go after
the women who killed him?

You wouldn't.

But you would go after the women
who betrayed Sally Brown,

who let her hang
for their crimes.

Why should I give a damn
about Sally Brown?

She was the woman
you were seeing.

I was not.

You were at the brothel.

I was,
but not to see Sally Brown.

I was the customer
of a younger lady.

Who?

Pretty English girl.
Ginny is her name.

Ginny Beasley?

We weren't on last-name terms,
Detective.

Mr. Kirkham,
does Ginny know that you have

an electroplating factory?

Yes, she does.

After the Hamilton house closed,

we would rendezvous at my office
after business hours.

So she would know her way
around the facility.

She took quite an interest
in the place, actually...

How it all works,
that sort of thing.

Quite unusual
for a girl of her...

Excuse me.

Where is she?

She asked for a cup of tea.
I went to fix it.

Julia,
Ginny is the murderer.

Ginny? Why?

The three women weren't murdered
to avenge Albert Dray.

Ginny murdered them
to avenge Sally Brown.

She was in front of us
the whole time?

Doreen, Fern, and Elsie
betrayed Sally Brown.

That's the meaning
of the Last Supper.

Sally is Jesus.

She wanted us
to figure this out.

Remember the inscription in the
Bible that Sally gave to her?

"To my faithful friend."

John was the faithful friend
to Jesus.

That's it.

Ginny must see herself as John,

avenging Sally by punishing
all of those who betrayed her.

But who's the final victim?

She intends to complete
the tableau.

Ginny!

Ginny?

Oh, Ginny.

Sally's Bible.

The inscription's
been crossed out.

Sally was offering forgiveness,

but Ginny couldn't bring herself
to accept it.

Ginny never saw herself
as blameless.

But in her view of justice,

they should have gotten away
with Killing Albert Dray.

And they would have,
had they all had stuck together.

Yes, they would.

But after Sally was hanged,

Ginny's guilt
turned into hatred,

and then
everyone had to be punished.

Ginny always intended
to kill herself as well.

I believe so, but she had
to get her message out first.

Dray escaping justice
set into motion

a tragic sequence of events.

Yes, although I think
the tragedy began

with whatever warped Dray's
psyche in the first place,

compelling him to murder.

Ever the psychiatrist,

even as you are again
our coroner.

You must be tired.

I'm thoroughly exhausted.

Well, then,
I propose a light supper,

an early night, and no files.

No files?
How refreshing.

Although I have to say

nothing is more exciting
than working with you again.

Well, maybe one thing.

Shall we, then?

Dear Miss James,

may I suggest you look
at chapter two on osteology.

I think
you may find it enlightening.

Sincerely, Julia Ogden.