All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E18 - Cometh the Archer [1080p]

I could stay here all day.

Well, we may as well now.

I've already missed
the early service.

Julia, I think it's time
for us to build our house.

Really?

Yes.
We've lived here long enough.

And I really want us
to have our own home.

You'd have to give up
hotel living, endure my cooking.

It's a sacrifice
I'm willing to make.

Sacrifice?

Should I have said risk?

You might be surprised.

Something else
has been on my mind.

I think we should adopt.

Find a child
to share our home with.

I would like that.

I rang down for breakfast.

Oh, lovely.

Don't worry yourself.
I'll get it.

Julia!

Julia, no!

No!

Help!
Help us, please!

Julia!

Julia, no! No! No.

No. Help!

She'll be all right.

She's a strong woman.

No doubt about that.

Tell me what happened.

I already told you.

Tell me again.

We were home in bed, which is
unusual for a Sunday morning.

Unusual? Why?

Normally I would be at church.

And Julia would be
at one of her charities.

So you shouldn't have been home.

No.

- Doctor.
- Detective Murdoch.

How is she?

- Alive.
- Thank God.

Her pulse is very weak.
I fear she could slip into...

She needs blood.

Take mine.

Detective,
I really wouldn't advise...

A blood infusion
could very well kill her.

No. No, it won't.
We're compatible.

How do you know?

Trust him.

Trust me.

There's nothing we can do here.

Sir?

Come on, Crabtree.

Sir, what if
the detective needs...

What the detective needs
is for us to do our jobs

and find the bastard
who shot his wife.

Come on.

Didn't find anything
on the fourth floor, Henry.

Found anything of interest?

Searched high and low, sir.
No sign of a weapon.

Witnesses?

I talked to everyone
on the detective's floor, sir.

No one reported anything
before or after the shots.

What about room service?

Excuse me?

According to the detective,
Dr. Ogden ordered room service.

Who took the call?

I don't know.

Bloody hell, Higgins!

Have you not learned anything
about being a copper?

Get a hold of the kitchen staff!

Sir.

You should rest.

You've relinquished
several pints of blood.

I'm fine.

How is she?

Her pulse is stronger.

You may have just saved
her life, Detective.

Requests are taken
by the girl at the front desk.

I make them
in the order they come in.

Who takes them upstairs?

On Sunday morning,
there are only two staff.

It was either Miss Winters
or Mr. Jones.

It wasn't me.

In fact, I delivered no service
order to the third floor.

And you're familiar
with the Murdochs.

I am.
They're lovely.

- Is she...
- She's fine.

Did you notice anyone else
around the kitchen area?

I did not.

If there was an order for the
Murdochs, I would have taken it.

Why?

Dr. Ogden was a generous tipper.

Other than Mr. Smith, the cook,
and your co-worker,

was there anyone else around
the kitchen area that morning?

- Only Liam.
- Liam?

Liam McFarland.
He was a porter.

I told him to get out
from where he didn't belong.

Didn't belong?

He'd been sacked
a couple of days ago.

Where is he now?

Last I heard, he was staying
at the rooming house

on Sumach Street.

Stay right there, sir.

What were you doing
at the Windsor House Hotel

- this morning?
- I work there.

No, you don't.
You'd been sacked.

What were you doing there?

Hey!

Brandy.

Sir, I thought he was reaching
for a weapon.

Did you pinch this
from the hotel?

They had no right to fire me.
I did my job.

Did you mess with
the food orders?

Take something up
to Detective Murdoch's suite?

- No.
- You're lying.

I just took the bottle.
You can take it back.

Just leave me alone.

Did you see anything
this morning,

anything out of the ordinary?

Answer him, or you'll
be arrested for theft.

Anything?
What do you mean, anything?

Why are you asking me?

Dr. Ogden was shot this morning.

Dear God.

There was a man by the bar.
He was asking about her.

Asking what?

He wanted to know
where Dr. Ogden was,

what room she was in.

Did you tell him?

I said she'd already left.

I wouldn't have
told him anything, anyway.

- Why not?
- Because he was odd.

- Strange man.
- Strange? How so?

Nervous, agitated.

Get up.
You're coming with us.

That's as close as I can recall.

Right.
Thanks.

Sir, what do you think?

Right, you two,
change into your civvies

and check into
the Windsor House Hotel.

Higgins, you're in charge.
Oh, and take Worsely with you.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Excuse me, sir.
Have you seen this man?

No.

Are you sure?

I said I haven't seen him.

Thanks for your help, sir.

Are we to do this all day?

Just talk to everybody
who walks past?

It's getting us nowhere.

You're the ranking officer,
Henry.

What else can we do?

I don't know, Jackson.

Whomever it is
is probably long gone anyways.

Although we may as well
enjoy our surroundings.

I don't know, sir.

The doctor just said
he wanted to see you.

Thank you.

What have you, Doctor?

Her heart rate's normal.
Her temperature is good.

- She's a strong woman.
- Yes.

Yes, she is.

But there is a problem.

Look at this.

She's nonresponsive
to any stimuli.

I see.

It may be from the loss of blood

or the fact that she took
a heavy blow to the head

when she fell.

And your prognosis?

I fear she may never wake.

I don't recognize him.

He was asking for Dr. Ogden
at your hotel.

Wanted the suite number.

Who told you this?

Liam McFarland.
He worked at the hotel.

McFarland insists
he didn't tell him anything

but said the man seemed
agitated, unhinged even.

One of the doctor's
former patients?

Possibly.

Unless the gunman was there
for you, sir.

You have made your fair share
of enemies.

I have, but then why not
simply walk into the room

and take a shot at me, as well?

Cold feet?

Shooting someone,
seeing all that blood,

it can change you
in a heartbeat.

Or he saw somebody
coming around the corner.

Any number of things
could have scared him off.

Liam McFarland said
that the man walked in

and specifically asked
after Julia, correct?

That's right.

Then let's assume
that he knew her and she him.

What do you think he's doing?

Devil if I know, sir.

What exactly are we doing?

Richard Caton's research proved

that the brain
is indeed electrical.

This device can measure
slight variances in voltage.

Just because Julia's body
isn't responding to stimuli

doesn't mean
that her mind isn't.

Is it safe, Detective?

Julia, it's me... William.

I'm here with you.

Julia, can you hear me?

What are you doing?

Julia. Julia, it's me.
Can you hear me?

Detective,
I strongly object to this.

You're only going to
harm her more.

I'm not going to harm her.

I'm merely seeing
if her brain is still active.

How?

By measuring
electrical activity.

I ask that you stop this
immediately.

Leave me alone.

Julia?
Can you hear me?

I'm here with Miss James.
Say something to her.

Dr. Ogden, it's Rebecca.

Rebecca James.

Can you hear me?

It's not working.

It should be registering
some activity.

Sadly, it may be working
perfectly.

Get out!
Get out!

Hey.

That might be our man.

Could be.

Ah, the witness would have
mentioned the scar.

- So much for that.
- Definitely not him.

Are you coppers?

What? No.
Good heavens. Never.

Yeah, we're never coppers.

What makes you even think that,
anyways?

Just the way you're standing.
I want to be a copper someday.

Yeah?
Good for you.

Run along, son.

Maybe we should disperse,

try to look
a little less cop-like.

Good idea.

You are going to
come through this, Julia.

You have to.

And when you do, we are going to
start our family.

Somewhere out there,
there's a child

who is going to be very lucky
to have you as their mother.

Let's start again, shall we?

Julia,
do you know that I'm here?

Julia, do you know
that I love you?

Julia, can you hear me?

Please, do something.

I'm sure your machine
can do many things, Murdoch,

but I doubt it will let you
speak to the dead.

She's not dead!

Go home.
Let the doctor do his job.

Her heart is still beating.
And I know she can hear me.

And she needs to know
that I'm here for her.

She does.

What is it
that your machine can do?

I-It registers brain activity.

It's working.

Julia?

Julia? Julia?

Julia, can you hear me?

Julia, the shooter,
did you see the shooter?

Do you know him?

She can hear you, but we don't
know what she's thinking.

Yes. Yes, I know.

Julia, was it one of your
patients from the asylum?

All right.

Were you able t...

Julia?

J-Julia, stay with me.

Can you hear me?

Her pulse is still strong.

Julia.

Julia.

Perhaps you should let her rest,
Detective.

- Try again in the morning.
- Julia, can you hear me?

Julia?
Please, come back.

Stay with me.
Stay...

Come on, me old mucker.

Let her rest.
Good night, Doctor.

Some rest.

Some rest.

Rest.

I love you.

Good evening, Detective.
Your tea.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

How is she, sir?

She's resting.

That's good.

Yes.

Thank you.

Tomorrow.

The inspector wants us back at
the station house straightaway.

Well, one of us should stay here
in case our suspect returns.

Worsely, stay here.

If you notice anything
out of the ordinary,

call the station house.

- Where are you going?
- The inspector wants us.

It's been a long day, Crabtree.
Get some sleep.

Sir, as soon as I'm finished
going through the files

of Dr. Ogden's patients.

Sir.

What is it?

We're here, sir.

I do have eyes.

I told you to stay at the hotel.

You called us in, sir.
Told us to come straightaway.

No, I didn't.

Bloody hell.

Come on, all of you.

Answer me this,
you pair of clowns.

- Where's Worsely?
- I don't know, sir.

We told him not to leave
the lobby unless he had to.

Sir, the telephones lines
were cut.

They're working
to restore service now.

What the bloody hell
is going on?

Find Worsely.

I'll check in on Murdoch.

Murdoch?
Murdoch?

Oh, no.

Sir?

Sir?

Sir.

Oh, my God, Worsely.

Anything?

Uh, sir, I found this out back
by an abandoned laundry hamper.

The Nessler's reagent indicates
chloral hydrate, a sedative.

Enough to kill him?

It's not dangerous
unless it's mixed with alcohol.

But it likely put him to sleep.

They wanted Murdoch alive.

They drugged him and then
wheeled him away in the hamper.

Sir, I've just been through
the letters there.

- Who are they from?
- Sir, they're anonymous.

They're typewritten.
But they're insane.

They're clearly threatening, and
they're addressed to Dr. Ogden.

Bloody lunatic.

Are they from someone
at the asylum, a patient?

Well, sir,
they mention the asylum.

But I don't think the writer
was ever a patient there.

He made several references
to his wife.

- Not by name, I take it?
- No, sir.

But he makes it clear that
she spent time at the asylum

under Dr. Ogden's care
and that she died there.

Do you think he blames Dr. Ogden
for his wife's death?

It certainly seems so,
Miss James.

Get to the asylum
and pull any records

on women who died
while in their care.

I'll see you back
at the station.

- Sir. Oh, sir.
- Yeah?

One of the letters I believe
references the detective.

A threat?

Well, it says
when his wife is dead,

he will be "frozen evermore"
in his life without love.

What in God's name
does that mean?

Devil if I know, sir.

It could have been one of us,
Henry.

I told him to stay behind.

You don't think it's my fault
that he's dead, do you?

Right, you lot,
what do you have?

Sir, we have several women
who have died whilst under care

at the asylum since Dr. Ogden
began working there.

Anyone likely?

Well, this is a name we're
familiar with... Sarah Bosen.

She was a patient
of Dr. Ogden's.

She hurled herself out a window
in a fit of fright.

Detective Murdoch investigated.

I remember.
Someone scared her to death.

I met the husband.

He didn't seem crazy enough
to do something like this.

No, sir, and it seems
he left the country

shortly after her death.

I have an Abigail Martin.

Age 71, died of
heart complications.

- Married?
- No, sir.

Can't be her.

I have a Diana Yeardley.
24 years old.

Died of tuberculosis.

Engaged to be married.

It doesn't appear
she ever wed, sir.

What happened to the fiancé?

He returned to England
two years ago.

Look at this, sir.
Frances Chapman.

Patient of Dr. Ogden, age 28.

Husband noted as causing
multiple incidents

upon the wake
of his wife's death.

Right, you two
keep searching the files.

Crabtree,
we'll go see this Chapman.

It'll be a bit
of a journey, sir.

Residence is in Guelph.

Grab your hat and coat.

Donald Chapman,
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid,

Toronto Constabulary.

Uh... oh, my.

I've never had the police
in my home before.

Would you like some... some tea?

Where's our detective?
Where is he?

- Detective?
- Detective William Murdoch.

Now, don't pretend
you don't know why we're here.

I must ask that you please
not touch anything.

It would be so very terrible
if anything were to be broken.

Listen to me!

We know you were at the Windsor
House Hotel on Sunday morning.

In Toronto?
Uh, yes, yes, I was.

You were asking after Dr. Ogden.

Yes, I was.

You went upstairs
and you shot her.

- Is she dead?
- You shot her.

Then you took Detective Murdoch.
Now, where is he?

You've broken my lamp.

My God.

Sir, you want to come
take a look at this.

Stay there!

Those are my animals.

I must ask that you please
not touch my animals.

Bloody hell.

What did the letter say?
"Frozen evermore"?

Help.

Help!

Help!

If there's anyone
there, please send help!

- No, please, no.
- Where is he?

I don't know.
I don't know.

I said, where is he?!

S-She asked me to.

She asked me to, I swear to God.

- Who did?
- Dr. Ogden.

She asked you to shoot her,
did she?

No, no. She asked me
to come to the hotel.

- Why would she do that?
- I don't know.

You were sending her
threatening letters.

No.
No, no, no, she wrote to me.

She asked me to come.

T-The letter is...
Is there on my desk.

Read it.

Sir, it's typewritten.

There it is
on the asylum letterhead.

Could have stolen it.

Listen to this.

"I am locked in a state
of guilt, frozen evermore."

"Frozen evermore."

The letter sent to Dr. Ogden
said the same thing.

Sir, it's an odd turn of phrase.

Hard to believe
it's a coincidence.

The same person
wrote all the letters.

Maybe Chapman forged that one.

I didn't do it.
I swear.

Crabtree, do you think...

Sir, somebody could have forged
both sets of letters.

And that someone has led us
on a wild-goose chase.

Hello, William.

It's so wonderful to see you.

Isn't it nice
to finally be together?

- Miss Pearce.
- Oh, please.

I think we can use first names
at this point, William.

We've known each other since
I was a shopgirl. Remember?

Of course you do.

You were smitten with me

from the first time
you laid eyes on me.

I don't know what you think
you're doing...

Relax.
You need rest.

I gave you several doses
of sedative

to make the journey
more comfortable.

I was so worried that perhaps
I'd given you too much.

Where are we?

Where are we?

We're home, William.

I don't know what you're doing

or what you want from me,
but I don't think...

This isn't about what I want.

This is about what you want.

What you've always wanted
and always needed.

I'm going to give you
what you've dreamed of.

A family.

- Dr. Ogden.
- Where's William?

- Please sit down.
- I said, where's William?

That's the thing of it, Doctor.

We don't know.

The inspector?
George?

They have a lead
on the man who shot you.

- Who?
- Chapman is his name.

He's the husband
of a former patient.

Where are they?

They would be in Guelph by now.

Dr. Ogden, are you sure
you should be on your feet?

You just told me
my husband is missing.

Where else should I be?

You poor soul.

You likely haven't had a meal
in days.

Don't resist me, William.

I know it plays against
your natural urges.

Let me go.

Now that we're finally
fulfilling our destiny?

I don't think so.

People will be looking for me.

- If they find me like this...
- Silly goose.

Of course
they're looking for you.

Your men adore you.

One of them nearly walked in
on us in the hotel.

It was quite the ordeal
getting you out of there.

Somewhere along the way,
I lost your hat.

I'm so sorry, darling.

They will find me, Miss Pearce.

Oh, no.

That ginger boy was
quite heroic, but he's dead now.

He died for you.

Beautiful, really.

And the rest will be following
the trail I left.

But it won't lead here.

My wife?

Oh, she is surely dead, William.

And I know that must
sound like sad news,

but it's actually glad news,

because it means
you're finally free.

I didn't mean like that, silly.
I meant in the grander sense.

Because I know that deep down,

you want me
as much as I want you.

I've known it ever since
our eyes first met.

All I want is love.

Then why do you hurt all those
that come close to you?

Because they don't love me.

Isn't that their right?

Isn't that their decision
to make?

Not if it hurts me.

If they're nice to me,
I'll be nice to them.

If not...

My mother wasn't very nice
to my father.

Your parents both died when
you were young, is that right?

When I was 8.

It was to be
such a lovely weekend.

My father took us
to the family cabin.

I always loved it there.

I was ever so excited.

But then I found out
that my mother had been naughty.

My father caught her fornicating
with another man.

He was taking her
to that cabin to kill her.

And then he killed himself.

You must be very angry with him.

Why?

He did nothing wrong.

Did you like it?

It's you and me, William.

It was written like it was
for you and me.

That's you.

I can understand, William.

I can understand
why you would fall

for a woman like Julia Ogden.

But I want you to know
I bear you no ill will.

I can even see why you thought
she was the right one for you.

But men make mistakes.

Miss Pearce, the only one
that is making a mistake is you.

Shh! Let me finish.

You will see that you and I,
it will be so much better.

I can be any woman
you want me to be.

A doting wife,
a loving mother to your child,

and a proper harlot
when you desire, hmm?

I don't want any of that.

Especially not from you!

After tonight,
I will be with your child,

and you'll see that I was right.

Look at me.

Isn't this pretty?

Our child is going to born
from passion fire.

I knew you'd come around.

Untie me.

I don't know.

How can I touch you?

You don't know how long
I've dreamed of this night.

We'll try this again tomorrow.

Sir.
Eva Pearce.

You think she took Murdoch?

Sir, I think that's who
Dr. Ogden thinks took him.

This looks to be the address
of a family cabin.

That's no guarantee
she took him there.

No, sir. But can you think
of a better place to look?

- This is good news.
- What makes you say that?

Sir, Eva Pearce is in love
with the detective.

If he's with her, there's
a good chance he's still alive.

I'm sorry I had to hurt you.

You did what you had to do.

I'm so glad you understand.

It's difficult to admit,
but I don't think I can fight

how I truly feel for you
any longer.

You don't know how long
I've been waiting to hear that.

I just hope
what you're telling me is true.

It is.

You can give me
what I've always wanted.

She never could.

I can make you happy.

You can make me happy.

That's what I've been
waiting to see.

Eva...

I need a bit of water.

Say that again.

Eva.

I'll be back in a moment.

Eva Pearce!

- William!
- No.

Julia!
Get away from here now!

You were supposed to die.

Look at you.
You're bleeding.

Eval.

Julia.

William.

I'm alive.

I'm alive.

Miss Pearce.

She loved you more.

Look at that.

Eva Pearce?

Doctor, are you all right?

I'll help you to the carriage.

Thank you, George.

I'd very much like to go back
to the hospital, George.

I dare say.

Should I ask what happened?

Eva Pearce tried to kill Julia.

And she didn't succeed.

Can we just leave it at that?

Of course we can.
Go and be with her.

Driver.

You're still going to
build me that house.

I will.

I will.