All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E13 - Colour Blinded [1080p]

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"I willingly boast
of my weakness,

that the power of Christ
may rest upon me,"

the book tells us
in 2 Corinthians.

Do we hide our hurt
from the Lord?

- Mnh-mnh.
- No.

No.

For how can we hide
our true selves

and hope to find
redemption and reparation?

- Amen.
- Praise him, praise him.

Who among us has not been hurt?

Who has not been mistreated?

But in our darkest hours,
we discover strength in Jesus.

Amen. Amen.

Our guest today
reminds us of a past

in which we were mistreated.

And though we may wish
to forget that past,

we're reminded to boast.

Boast that in our hardships
we found strength in our Lord.

- Hallelujah, Pastor Earle.
- Boast that,

in times of need,
we found friends.

Like our friend
Mr. Frank Parker.

Frank Parker, Frank Parker.

Thank you, Pastor Earle.

Mr. Parker, amen.
That's right, sir.

It's wonderful
to see old friends...

...and younger faces.

Will you be staying for the tea
afterwards, Miss James?

Certainly.
I do enjoy tea.

Is that so?

But how do you feel
about sandwiches?

A wonderful sermon.

Indeed, few things could make
a man feel weak and small

like the fight for abolition.

Ain't he a sight for sore eyes?

- Some of you remember.
- Grandma don't have enough time

left on this earth
for chaste manners.

And when speaking

was no longer enough,
I took action.

That's right. Amen.

- I smuggled fugitive slaves.
- Amen.

Yes, I broke the law.

A law that went against
my feelings and my sympathies.

- A law without humanity.
- Yes.

Now, some of you
may wish to call me a hero.

No.

I'm simply a man...

I'm simply a man that did what
he knew was the right thing.

It is no more than should be
expected by anyone.

- Amen.
- Amen!

Yeah.

That's right.

Amen.
Hallelujah.

Hi.

Hello.

Miss James.

Hi.

Miss James.

Hello.

Is he breathing?

He's dead.

What is it, George?

Sir, how did you...

We've worked together
a long time, George.

You're needed, sir.

Miss James, what have you?

Murder.

Mr. Parker was stabbed
in the fourth intercostal space.

He died
between 40 and 60 minutes ago.

Very precise, Miss James.

Did you determine that
using lividity?

No. I saw him speak
about an hour ago.

Well, you've handled your first
crime scene exceptionally well.

My hands are still shaking.

This church has always been
such a peaceful place.

And Mr. Parker
seemed like such a lovely man.

George?

- Sir.
- I found blood

on this door handle.

We'll need to check it
for fingermarks.

Sir.
Will do.

Did anyone
see who may have come in here?

Sir, there were
several comings and goings

once the service concluded.

Nobody particularly remembers
Mr. Parker coming back inside.

But, sir, there was
one interesting thing.

Apparently
among the congregation

was a woman wearing a veil that
completely obscured her face.

A widow.

Well, except that nobody could
attest to her identity, sir.

Apparently she slipped in late,
spoke to nobody,

and, afterwards, just vanished,
as if into thin air.

I can guarantee you
she went out the door, George.

Well, sir, either way,
I suggest we keep an eye out

for a mysterious veiled lady.

What do you make of that?

Looks like ivory.

It certainly does.

- Pastor Earle.
- Alderman Hubbard.

Regrettable circumstances.

Inspector Brackenreid,
very troubling.

I understand the victim
was something of a hero.

Indeed, he was.

My parents came to Canada
on the Underground Railroad.

A slave hunter
pursued them to the border.

And my mother and father hid
beneath the seats of a wagon.

It takes a fearless sort.

I believe
Mr. Parker was that sort of man.

I came here today
to pay my respects

for all those
that he had helped to freedom.

This is not your church?

Too far from Parkdale
for my convenience, Inspector.

I'm afraid
I can't shed any light

as to who might have wanted
the man dead.

So, all of the doors
of the church were unlocked.

That's usual during a service.

But with all of us
outside at the tea,

any stranger could have come
in the front door unseen.

Thank you.

It's possible, but, more likely,

Mr. Parker went inside
with someone from the church.

But, Detective, no member of
my congregation would do this.

I am aware that with the killing
of a white man

in a Negro church, the search
for justice could run hot.

I'll see to it that everyone
keeps a level head.

Tom!
Brackenreid.

Oh, bollocks.

Excuse my profanity.

Alderman Hubbard.

Chief Constable.
Good to see you.

What's the situation, Tom?

The victim
is a Mr. Frank Parker.

He was a guest at the service

and found dead in the vestry
some time afterward.

Detective Murdoch
is leading the investigation.

Murdoch, eh?

Is there a problem
with the detective on the case?

We can't have
this matter drag out

while Murdoch ponders
every footprint and flower bed.

Murdoch is methodical,
but he does get the right man.

Chief Constable,
let me be clear.

The police
must show they can be trusted

not to rush to judgment here.

Indeed.
But let's be frank.

We have a white man
killed in a colored church.

The public
must know that they're safe.

I think
we understand each other.

Very good.

- Gentlemen.
- Alderman.

Who does he think he is?

- I like him.
- Don't be naive.

We answer
to the Board of Control.

He should consider himself lucky
he's climbed as high as he has.

Some men do better than you'd
expect by looking at them.

I want this matter put to bed,
Tom.

Constables! Collect fingermarks
from all these people.

Let's go!

Come to church on a Sunday and
get mixed up with the police.

I can't believe it either.

Poor Mr. Parker.

You didn't happen to see
anything, did you, Nate?

What makes you ask that?

I'd gathered a plate
of sandwiches for you.

You did?

But when I was looking for you
in the garden, I didn't see you.

That would have been
right around the time

- when Mr. Parker was...
- Working with the Constabulary,

you fancy yourself a copper now,
do you?

You don't like the question?

I'm only teasing, Rebecca.

If you had pigtails,
I'd be pulling them right now.

You wouldn't be
much of a detective

if you didn't know why.

I suppose that's when
Grandma sent me over home

to fetch the cakes.

I'm afraid I'm not much help
with your sleuthing, but...

maybe I can make it up to you
tonight

by taking you to a restaurant.

A restaurant?

You really must be sweet on me.

Pastor, what can you tell me

about a veiled woman
who was at church today?

Who?

Several people mentioned her.

A widow, perhaps.

She left before the Constabulary
got here.

Do you know her?

I couldn't say who she is.

I believe she left
before the service ended today.

Well, this is
a small church, Pastor.

Surely you know
all of your congregants.

I do my best.

But I suppose this particular
lady didn't want to be known.

All right, men,
let's get good, clear marks.

Record names, addresses, age,
and occupation on every card

while you're at it.

Everything's under control, sir.

Save these cards, Tom.
They'll come in handy.

If not for this case,
then the next.

All we did today
was come to church.

Now we're suspects in crimes
that haven't even happened yet.

Don't be testy, boy.

Take it easy, Jeff.

What happened to your hand?

I cut it the other day.

Oh, yes?

And what were you getting up to
when that happened?

I was just peeling potatoes,
Officer.

What's your name, sir?

My name is Isaac Lowry.

All right, Mr. Lowry.

When you're done
giving your fingermarks,

Detective Murdoch over there
is gonna have a word with you.

Oh, I haven't forgotten how
to conduct an interview, Tom.

Peeling potatoes, eh?

- That's right.
- Or did the knife slip

when you stabbed that poor man
this morning?

Now, you look.

I have done nothing wrong.

You come in here
and accuse a man for what, hmm?

- A bandage?
- No one's accusing you, sir.

Keep your temper.

You all
want to keep on testing me,

and I will show you my temper.

Just calm down, sir.

If I could just have a word
with Isaac...

No.

This man
just threatened an officer.

Constable,
take him down to the station.

Now, just hold on one minute.

I'd very much like
to have a look at that cut.

That's what your interview
at the station is for.

I said go on.

Evans.

I know Isaac Lowry very well.

He is a good man.

That said,
he does have a cut on his hand.

I'm sure
there's an innocent explanation.

Well, you'll have to trust me
to be the judge of that.

Can I also trust you
not to arrest

the first colored man
you suspect?

As Miss James
determined at the scene,

the cause of death was a single
stab wound to the aorta.

The blade was dull and narrow,

causing a wound
an inch wide and 5 inches deep.

These are the victim's clothes?

- Blood inside the breast pocket?
- Yes.

It looks like the killer
had blood on his hands

and took something out of it.

Likely the same person

who got the bloody fingermark
on the door.

You kept me waiting hours
in here for no reason.

I apologize for the delay.

This is Dr. Julia Ogden.

- Ma'am.
- I have fresh bandage.

- May I?
- “MURDOCH:

Mr. Lowry.

Mr. Lowry...

why do you think someone
would want Frank Parker dead?

I wouldn't know about that,
Detective.

I didn't kill him.

Well, someone
obviously wished him harm.

But why?

He was a brave and beloved man.

[ Scoffs I
Well, that's what they say.

You don't agree, Mr. Lowry?

There's nothing special about
a man that does the right thing.

That alone
does not make him a saint,

much as he acted like it did.

So you felt that he took...

...too much credit.

That's right.

I understand that he...
How shall I put this...

He had quite the way
with the ladies.

That man was a rotten lout.

A harmless flirt, I was assured.

Don't believe
whoever's telling you that.

It wasn't harmless when
he carried on with my mother.

Is that so?

So, Lowry had motive.

Sir, Mr. Parker
seduced his mother.

And his father left the family
shortly after that.

But I'm confident
that the cut on his hand

wasn't made with the same knife
used in the murder.

How can you know that?

Mr. Lowry
was cut with a serrated knife.

And the wound
is also a day or two old.

It's already healing.

So he used another knife.

We have motive and opportunity.

Does he have a record?

- Yes.
- Excellent. Charge Lowry.

Good work, everyone.

What have you from
Mr. Parker's hotel room, George?

Sir. The victim appeared
to be living on the cheap.

His room was quite run-down,

and his belongings
were, well, sparse.

Today wasn't his first
speaking engagement at a church.

No, sir. He'd been to several
churches over the past months.

He was doing
something of a hero's tour

through Ontario, sir.

There's an address here.
Jarvis Street.

I wondered about that myself.
Wealthy friends, perhaps?

In any case...

...this was found
under his mattress.

All bills
from the Bank of Toronto.

$200, to be exact.

That's quite
a substantial amount.

Perhaps this is what the killer

was looking for
in Mr. Parker's pocket.

Good work, George.

That's fine, that's fine.

Darling!
The driver's here!

Oh, I'm... I'm...

- I'm not...
- Come in, come in.

Oh, darling, let me do your tie.

Ma'am, I'm not the driver.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

I'm Gloria Thomson.

This is my husband,
Mr. Andrew Thomson.

How can we help you, Detective?

I'm investigating a murder
that took place this morning

at the Colored Wesleyan Church.

Oh, my goodness.
A murder?

In a church on a Sunday.

I can't imagine.

But then, I don't know much
about those people.

What brings you to us,
Detective?

Well, the victim,
a Frank Parker,

had your address
amongst his personal effects.

What's your relationship to him?

Frank Parker.

I don't believe we knew him.

Did you, darling?

Not at all, I'm sure.

I don't know if you're aware,
Detective,

but I'm standing for Parliament.

He could have been
one of my constituents

planning on writing a letter
of appeal or some such.

Silly, why do you insist
on doing this yourself?

- Let me.
- Away, woman.

If you never let me do it
myself, how will I learn?

I'm sorry we couldn't be
of more help, Detective.

Pardon me, sir.

I wonder if you could help me.

Have you seen anybody come...

I spoke
with the Thomsons' gardener.

He says he saw a man
matching Parker's description

call on the home,
but there was no answer,

so he went away again.

How did a posh couple
get mixed up in this?

Sir, they might not be.

Well, if they're not,
we have nothing.

What about Lowry?

His fingermark doesn't match
the mark on the church door.

Sir, I'm not comfortable
making that arrest.

Neither am I.

Let the man go.

I'll handle the chief constable.

Mr. Lowry
is no longer a suspect.

Pastor Earle, you may wish
to protect your parishioners,

but you benefit no one
by keeping information from me.

What do you mean?

Mr. Lowry told me
that he and two of the others

came to you in advance
of Mr. Parker's visit

and that they asked you not
to welcome him into this church.

As is their right.

In a murder investigation,

that makes three people
with possible motive.

Oh, I don't believe so.

Yes, Mr. Lowry and
two other elderly parishioners

did come to me.

One lady told me
that, years ago,

Mr. Parker
promised her marriage,

but left her when she
found herself with child.

The other said that her affair
with him ended badly.

The ladies decided to stay away
from the service today.

They may have felt compelled
to confront him.

They're on in years now.

Surely not capable
of sneaking into the church

and overcoming Mr. Parker.

And could one of them have been
this woman with the veil?

Dr. Ogden's on a campaign
to harden my weak stomach.

She brought me to LaRue's
for lunch,

and she's insisted
that I try the escargot.

You ate snails?

They're quite fine,
as it turns out.

Is that so?

Will you be ordering them
tonight?

Well... no.

But I will try something
entirely new if you will.

I can't resist a challenge,
Miss James.

Then you're in trouble,
aren't you?

Table for two, please.

I'm sorry.
We have nothing available.

We don't mind waiting.

Unfortunately, we're
fully booked up tonight, sir.

You're going to tell
me and my lovely companion

that you won't seat us
because we are Negroes, sir?

Let's go, Nate.

Or maybe I should make
a reservation for another night.

Now, why did you want
to go and do that?

It's not worth a fuss.

But they have no right
to keep us out.

I'm sorry.

I didn't think it would happen.
They let me in before.

Yeah, sure, they did...
Accompanied by a white lady.

I didn't know you smoked.

Sure, I told you. That's
where I was after the service.

You said
you went home for cakes.

Yeah, yeah.
That, too.

Except when you came
back, you didn't have any cakes.

You were at the church
the whole time.

Now, look, there's nothing
to that, all right?

Did you tell the constable
who interviewed you

the truth about where you were?

Why would I go and do
something fool like that?

Next thing you know,
they're fitting me for a noose.

You have to talk
to Detective Murdoch.

He's a good man.
You can trust him.

Or Constable Crabtree.

Just keep quiet about it,
Rebecca, won't you?

This puts me in a bad position
at my job, Nate.

Your job?

You need to think
about your own people.

Whose side are you on?

Whose side am I on?

My skin is as black as yours,
Nate Desmond.

I know who I am.

I don't ever get a chance
to forget it.

I don't need
to prove anything to you,

and I certainly don't socialize
with men who lie to me.

You should have told me
right away

that he wasn't present
at the time of the murder.

Were you trying to protect him?

No. I...

I suppose
I believed his explanation

that it wasn't important.

Where can I find him?

He works at a building job
on Albert Street.

I'm sorry, Detective.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Mr. Desmond?

I need you to come down
to the station house with me.

Detective Murdoch, if my foreman

sees the Constabulary
take me in, I'll lose my job.

I see.

Answer all of my questions
truthfully,

and if you've done
nothing wrong,

I see no reason for you to come
down to the station house.

What did you have to do
with Frank Parker's murder?

Nothing.
I swear it.

Mr. Desmond...

you lied to the constable
who took your statement

and to Miss James.

Now, you need to tell me
what you're hiding.

I saw someone
come out of the church.

But I'm sure he didn't do it.

Every witness in this case wants
to tell me who didn't do it.

Now, who did you see?

It was Pastor Earle.

He wouldn't kill a man.

What did you see
Pastor Earle do?

He threw something away.

I didn't see what.

Where?

The church garden.

All right.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Have a good day.

Holy heart of Mary!
Sir!

There's a family of raccoons
in there!

Would you prefer
if I searched that area, George?

Sir, I-I don't like raccoons.

I don't like their little feet.

I don't trust anything
that has hands for feet.

What exactly are we looking for,
anyway?

We'll know once we find it.

Sir, why don't we just ask the
pastor what he threw out here

and where exactly he threw it?

I'd prefer to know
what the item is

before I question the pastor,
George.

Yes, but, sir, he could have
come out and retrieved it since.

That's why it's important for us
to conduct an exhaustive search.

Sir, why would the pastor
want to kill Mr. Parker anyway?

I don't know.

That's why w...

Keep looking.

Prosecutor Gordon tells me
you never charged Lowry.

His fingermarks didn't match

the ones
we found at the crime scene.

We didn't have the evidence
to arrest him.

We're pursuing other leads.

What are you playing at, Tom?
You had enough evidence.

I'd like to know
what you're playing at, Jeff.

The man's innocent.
You know it, and I know it.

I've already told reporters
we caught the man.

It's in today's paper.

Why would you do that?

The public wants to know

the Constabulary's
keeping them safe.

Well, they're not safe
if we go around

throwing innocent people
in jail.

Innocence or guilt
is up for the courts to decide.

It may not be
the way you do things,

but I don't make an arrest
when I know damn well

it's gonna get thrown out
of court!

I'm your superior now.

You'll arrest
who I tell you to arrest.

Tosser.

Pardon me.

- Thank you.
- It's quite silly.

My husband and I
attend his family's church,

but the minister there
is rather an old fogy.

I met Pastor Earle
while doing some charity work

with some
of the Negro schoolchildren.

He's easy to talk to,

and I found him a more effective
spiritual adviser.

Are you a religious man
yourself, Detective?

I am.

Then you know
that the value of churchgoing

can vary along with the man
in the pulpit.

But, you know,
it would be quite the scandal

among my husband's
political supporters

if they ever found out,

so when I go to hear
Pastor Earle's sermons,

I don't want to be seen.

Mrs. Thomson, how do you explain

your visit to the church
this afternoon?

After you told us about the
terrible murder at the church,

I wanted to offer a donation
for the man's funeral.

Indeed?

Do you not think it
quite a coincidence

that Mr. Parker
had your address?

My husband gave the best
explanation I can think of.

Mrs. Thomson, Mr. Parker
did not write your husband

a letter of a political nature.

He came to your home.

Did he really?

I-I didn't know that.

You were at the church
the day of the murder,

and you left
before the Constabulary arrived.

I left before
the service ended, Detective.

I didn't know there was a murder
until you came to call.

I promise you.

I'll be needing
your fingermarks, Mrs. Thomson.

Davis just gave me
a right bollocking.

He's in a mad rush
to close this case.

Did you find the weapon?

No, but I found
the veiled woman.

It's Mrs. Thomson.

Let's arrest her.

Davis will be chuffed.

Her fingermarks
don't match the mark

that we found
on the church door.

But her story
does strain credibility.

Why would a white woman
disguise herself

just to hear a better sermon?

What about the money?

She claims
to know nothing of it.

Yet if anyone connected
to Parker

had the means to pay
a blackmailer, it's her.

That's true.

But why?

You know, Murdoch...

maybe she goes to see
Pastor Earle

for more than his sermons.

Sir?

Her and the pastor.

Do I have to spell it out
to you?

An affair with a Negro preacher
would certainly bring

that Thomson family
down a peg or two.

If that is true, that would also
give Pastor Earle a reason

to hide the truth.

Parker arrives in town,

somehow discovers the pastor and
the lady are having an affair,

blackmails them, and they Kill
him to keep their secret.

Certainly
a more plausible theory

than Mrs. Thomson's explanation.

Check the pastor's fingermarks,
Murdoch.

Oi!

Yeah!

Get back against the wall!

Get back!

Lowry is being seen to
at the hospital.

- Is it bad?
- He was beaten quite severely,

but I'm told
he'll likely recover.

What's all this about, then?

That darky killed a white man.

Can't have a man like that
walking around free.

It's you two scumbags
that ought to be in jail.

And that's exactly
where you're going.

- Crabtree. Worsley.
- A pleasure.

Sir, I checked the fingermarks,
and you were right...

The marks on the door
do belong to Pastor Earle.

Sirs.

I found what he threw away.

You stabbed a man, Pastor.

Killed him in your own church

while your congregation was
on the other side of the door.

No, you've got it all wrong.

We have a witness who saw you
throw the murder weapon away.

You were
having relations with her.

You and Gloria Thomson.

I was not.

That's why Mr. Parker
was blackmailing you.

No, that's...

You must understand...
Frank Parker was my father.

Your father?

He left us when we were small.

I hadn't seen him since.

He heard I was a pastor
and came looking for me.

That's why he'd been visiting
Wesleyan churches in the area.

I thought he wanted
to make amends for the past.

I was wrong.

Then why was he here?

He was in need.

He wanted money.

Gloria.

Solomon.

I came to see
if you were all right.

Are you?

They think
we're having an affair.

An affair?

Far from it.

We are brother and sister.

So, you and Pastor
Earle are brother and sister,

and Frank Parker
was your father.

Do you have the same mother?

Yes.

But she died last year.

She lived in Cincinnati.

I didn't go home
for the funeral.

That's the sort of thing
you don't realize

when you begin lying
about where you come from.

You can't go home again anymore.

But it was
what my mother wanted.

She always thought I would have
a better life this way.

Does your husband know?

No.

I was living as white
when we met.

So you thought
your secret was safe

until your father came to town.

All he really cared about
was finding Gloria.

He had heard rumors
she married rich.

- He wanted money?
- Of course he did.

He had a picture of our family

with Mama holding
Gloria as a baby.

He said it was proof.

I remember Mama saved
to get that portrait taken.

It was special to her.

That must have made you angry.

You were at
the church service that morning.

Did you know your brother
was going to kill your father?

No.
Nothing like that.

No, Solomon and I talked about
how we could convince our father

to leave town...

or, if he refused, how I would
tell my husband the truth.

We never thought of harming him.

So you gave Frank Parker
the money

and hoped
that he would leave you alone?

I would never give that man
a thing

after leaving our mother and us
like he did.

Perhaps your brother
gave him the money.

Did you plan
to kill him at church?

- No.
- What happened?

He was already dead
when I found him.

I took this out of his pocket,
and I got rid of the knife.

If it wasn't you,
maybe it was your sister.

It wasn't my sister.

Lighten your load, Solomon.

What is this?

It's your brother's confession.

No, no, no.
He can't have.

I'm afraid we have evidence,
Mrs. Thomson.

He must have done it for me.

This case will become a matter
of public record soon.

You're saying I have no choice
now but to tell my husband?

That's up to you.

You must be Mrs. Thomson.

If you could,
wouldn't you do the same?

I never wanted to be white.

I didn't want to be white.

I just wanted to be free.

Do you see this?

How could this happen
to Mr. Lowry?

It's shameful.

I have a mind to advise him
to sue the Constabulary

and hire the lawyer myself.

That would be a mistake,
Alderman Hubbard.

An innocent man
has been accused and attacked.

And folks will call me
a murderer the rest of my life.

The news report was premature.

A miscommunication.

It's unfortunate,
but it happens.

I'd like to apologize
on behalf of the Constabulary.

It's Mr. Lowry
that deserves your apology.

Mr. Lowry...

I'm sorry
for what happened to you, sir.

Thank you.

Well, fine.

Let that be an end
to your threats, Alderman.

Chief Constable Davis...

I know my race is despised,

but I've always believed
that given a fair chance,

that will change.

Was Mr. Lowry given a fair
opportunity at your hands?

He was belligerent to police.

You gave him reason to be

the moment
you laid your eyes on him.

Do you demand that he be
a better man than you

simply to earn fair treatment?

Maybe the chief constable

was instructed
to make a quick arrest.

Is that so, Chief Constable?

Nothing of the kind.

I know that look.

I still have no idea where
this piece of ivory came from.

It must have broken off
of something.

A small thing.

It could have been dropped there
any time before the murder.

True.

Sir, did you get the impression
at any point

during your interview with the
pastor that he could be lying?

To protect his sister?

This handwriting
on his statement...

It doesn't match the handwriting

on this envelope of money that
was found in Mr. Parker's room.

And it doesn't even mention
the blow to Parker's head.

You think she did it.

Well, if she did,
she's a very good liar.

She's been living a lie
for years.

Please believe me,
and please don't go.

We've loved each other
all these years.

That won't change.
Please.

I know. I didn't mean to.
It was a mistake.

You betrayed me!
For the money, I suppose!

- I love you. Please don't go!
- Gloria!

You've told him the truth?

What can we do for you,
Detective Murdoch?

Mr. Thomson, you told me that
you had never met Frank Parker.

I had no idea of any of this
until just now...

when she came home
with this... story.

Did you think nothing
of my reputation?

My future in politics?

But you never expressed
a problem with Negro people.

Of course
I don't have a problem.

But others do.

Powerful backers.
Voters.

Well, they'll all find out
about me now.

My brother
has been arrested for murder.

The whole affair
will be in the papers.

It might be a blessing.

- I can't hide anymore.
- A blessing!

We must look at it that way.
We must be courageous.

I suppose it's over, then.

Not quite, Mr. Thomson.

You see, I believe you knew of
your wife's father before today.

That's ridiculous.

The money that was paid
to Frank Parker...

...came from you.

This envelope
with Mr. Parker's name on it

is in your handwriting.

He came to this house,
and he asked you for money.

You knew the truth,
and you didn't say anything?

You're not the only one
who can keep a secret.

You planned to meet him
at the church that morning.

I did nothing of the kind.

This was found
at the scene of the murder.

But it looks remarkably like...

Yes.

Like this.

You killed my father?

I gave him the money he wanted.

But I couldn't trust him
to keep his mouth shut.

He found the truth
to be too delightful...

...that I could be trapped
in this...

...this hoax of a marriage.

So you hit him over the head
and stabbed him.

Can you blame me?

He would have ruined me.

Andrew Thomson,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Frank Parker.

Miss James.

Please, come in.

Have a seat.

I was abrupt with you yesterday

when you told me
about Mr. Desmond.

And I also apologize.

I understand why you did it.

But I trust
that it won't happen again.

No, indeed.

Good.
Good.

Dr. Ogden has told me
that you are a Catholic.

Yes.

Catholics face some measure
of prejudice and ill will.

Quite unfairly, I imagine.

One difference, I suppose,

is that people
can't tell that I'm Catholic

just by looking at me.

What do you do
when you encounter

such treatment, Detective?

I know the truth about myself,
Miss James.

And I know that no matter
what someone might say

or think about me,

I must be the strongest
and the best version of myself

that I can possibly be.

So go along to get along?

No.

No.

Simply be better
than anyone who might hate you.

I'm a lucky man,
you giving me a second chance.

We have no tables.

Look.
Right there.

Table for two.

We are not going away, sir.

You will not be served.

Then we'll be sitting here
all night.