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[ Birds chirping ]

MAN:
Hello?

Hello?
Sir?

Help!

It's not clear what killed him,
but he died 5 to 10 hours ago.

A canoeist found him
floating in the lake.

Oh, and, William, look at this.

MURDOCH: "Let's get acquainted
for fun and results."

DR. OGDEN:
It's a flirtation card,

to be slipped discreetly
to someone you wish to meet.

So a woman gave him
this flirtation card,

arranging a meeting.

He then brought her here
to this lovely spot.

Romance ensued, judging by
the lip rouge on his face.

Love was in the air.

DR. OGDEN:
More than that.

I believe I'm detecting
the smell of bitter almonds.

It could be cyanide.

Likely not the fun and results
he was expecting.

- How did you sleep?
- [ Chuckles ]

We might have been
more comfortable at my rooms.

You always say that,

but we never seem to make it
out of here before we...

[ Chuckles ]

Then I must teach you patience,
George Crabtree.

Let the lesson begin,
Miss Bloom.

Oh.

[ Giggles]

Oh, uh, good morning, ladies.

NINA: What are you girls
doing here so early?

It's not early.

I was just gonna help Josie
with her new routine.

But, um, we can just come back.

Oh, no, no, no,
I'm gonna be late.

Um, where are my, uh...

Oh.

[ Laughter ]

It was a busy night.

Young couples like the privacy
of the boats, you see.

This one came just after I was
shutting down for the night.

MURDOCH:
What time was that?

Sometime after 10:00.

I told him it was too late,

but the young man offered me
an extra dollar

to keep the boat out
after hours.

He promised
he was gonna tie it up.

MURDOCH:
Did you get his name?

Uh, he signed the boat out
under "Cameron Fellowes."

His companion,
can you describe her?

Didn't much get a good look
at her face.

Blond woman.

Wandered off to tease the ducks
while the young man paid me.

She cut a fine figure, though,
I can tell you that much.

Wager the young man
thought so, too.

- All right, thank you.
- Okay.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for my husband.

He never returned home
last night.

Uh, what's your husband's name?

Oh, Mr. Cameron Fellowes.

Fellowes?
Fellowes.

Uh, I'm afraid there's no report
on anybody by that name.

Oh, well, I brought his picture.

Hello.
Mrs. Fellowes.

I'm Detective William Murdoch.

May I have a moment
of your time?

W-What is it?

My office is right this way.

[ Sniffles ]

But I don't understand
how he could die in a boat.

At the moment, I'm treating
his death as suspicious.

Was it the heart disease?

The...

No, no, I don't believe so.

Perhaps it was one
of those aneurysms.

My sister told me
they could strike at any age.

She's married to a doctor.

Our coroner will determine

the precise cause of death,
Mrs. Fellowes.

What did your husband say he was
going to be doing last night?

He said he would be home late.

He was at a work function.

What kind of work function?

I don't know.

But he was with Robert.
Robert Roth.

They work together, of course.

In advertising sales.

[ Sniffles ]

Witnesses suggest
that Mr. Fellowes

was in the company of
a young lady prior to his death.

Well, I'm sure his office

can give you the names
of the clients he met.

It's been suggested that
this was not a work meeting,

but a social one.

This card was found
in your husband's pocket.

It's from a lady
inviting him to meet.

Romantically.

Of course!

This must be one
of Robert's gags.

They're always playing jokes
on each other.

As I mentioned,
Mr. Fellowes was, in fact,

in the company of a woman
last night.

My Cameron doesn't meet
with other women.

Ask Robert
what this is all about.

He'll explain it to you
so you can understand.

[ Sniffles ]

Mucking out the stables
would go a lot faster

with three hands on deck, Henry.

Well, then three of us
will smell like manure all day.

Oh, don't worry.
I'm sure you could cover it up

with some of that fancy
eau de cologne you like so much.

- [ Chuckles ]
- You get started.

I'll be out to supervise you
in a little while.

Right.

You look like a lady
who could use some help.

George, could you please ask
a Mr. Robert Roth to come in?

You may find him at
the Crump Advertising Agency.

- Sir.
- Oh, and, George,

might I suggest you stop by
the Eaton's department store

on your way home.

- Eaton's, sir?
- Yes.

You'll find they boast the best
that modern technology

has to offer in their selection
of alarm clocks.

Yes, of course, sir.

There was no dinner
with clients.

I didn't see Cameron last night,

but if his wife had inquired,
I would say he was with me.

We're attempting to find
the last person

seen with Mr. Fellowes
prior to his death.

Do you know anything
about this flirtation card?

Yes, Cam showed me that.

Progress for you right there.

A woman slipped that to Cameron
in a pub, lucky devil.

Made it easy for him, bless her.

I hope more girls
take up the habit.

He said she was a beauty.

She may have killed him.

Well, that's some way to go.

The medical college is keeping
Miss James from you again today?

Yes, and it's rather lonely
without her.

But I have been able to confirm

that Mr. Fellowes
did indeed die from cyanide.

As you initially suspected.

Yes, but he doesn't appear
to have ingested it,

and I found no other indication
of how it was administered.

No needle marks?

Except for a small cut
on his lip,

Mr. Fellowes
is entirely unblemished.

What does this lip rouge tell us

about the woman
that he was with?

DR. OGDEN:
It is a bold shade.

The fashion
is rather more subtle.

A prostitute, perhaps?

You'd be surprised how many
women now wear cosmetics.

Do you have a little time?

MURDOCH:
Where are we going, exactly?

Some shops in the city
don't wish to be found.

Seems like
a poor business scheme.

Many customers
enjoy the exclusivity.

Now, William, I must confess

that I sometimes like to use
a little lip rouge myself.

Powder on occasion,
things like that.

I'm sure you've never noticed.

No.

It's just for fun, really.

The best products now
are made in Paris

and can be ordered specially,

but if I happen to run out,
there's this gentleman.

OSCAR: Detective Murdoch,
it's a delight to meet you.

Julia has described you
so beautifully,

I had a complete picture
in my mind.

And now you're here,
in the flesh.

Oscar Ducharme.

Pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Ducharme.

Are you here
to see the new items?

Actually, Oscar,
we're investigating a murder.

And it led you to me?

Yes, in fact,
we're trying to locate a woman

who left behind traces
of lip rouge on a victim.

I wasn't familiar
with the shade.

Yes, it has too much orange
to suit you, Julia.

But I told the detective
you might recognize it.

It looks like the coral pomade.

In fact, I believe
I have it in stock.

[ Drawer opens ]

[ Rattling ]

MURDOCH: Yes.
It matches perfectly.

May I have a list
of your clientele

who have purchased this color?

No.

It pains me to disappoint you,
Detective,

but my customers
require discretion.

Hmm.

OSCAR: My job is only to improve
on the charms of nature.

But despite their beautifully
transformative potential,

cosmetics are still perceived
as wicked.

Of course, that can be part
of their appeal.

I see.

You don't keep details
on your clientele?

Well, I do keep track of which
ladies prefer which shades.

That would be most helpful.

Do you like it?

It's beautiful.

OSCAR: That sounds like a hint,
Detective.

A woman like your wife
deserves the finer things.

[ Chuckles ]

All right, I'll... I'll buy it.

Now, the list, please.

Just this once.

Ah. Aha.

Mrs. Fellowes doesn't appear
to be a client.

But Miss Nina Bloom is.

George's sweetheart.

CRABTREE: Nevertheless, sir,
many young women wear lip rouge.

At this point, we're simply
following the evidence, George.

I just don't think it's possible
that Miss Bloom

would be involved
in something this dastardly.

If you are uncomfortable,

you may excuse yourself
from this case.

I think I'll stay, sir.

It's quite rare to see you
make a mistake.

Of course I buy rouge sticks.
We all do, don't we, girls?

I love the stuff.

Do you recognize this shade,
Miss Bloom?

Um... yes.
It looks like one I have.

Is this a match, Detective?

Why, yes, it is.

Thank you.

Ladies, do any of you
recognize this chap?

- No.
- Mnh-mnh.

All right, then.

I must ask, Miss Bloom,

have you ever given a man
a flirtation card?

George can tell you
I'm not that coy, Detective.

Besides, when would I need to?

Men give them to me.

And you don't return them?

Heavens, no.
We don't return them.

We collect them.

We girls keep a tally
amongst us.

Nina is well in the lead.

Right.

Where were you last evening?

I was onstage until after 9:00,
and then later George came by.

That's correct, sir.

When I was finished with
Mr. Bloom at the auto garage.

That would have been about 2:00.

And in the intervening hours?

I was here.

Tidying up after the girls
and waiting for George.

MURDOCH: Thank you for
your cooperation, Miss Bloom.

My pleasure.

Uh, sir, perhaps the lads and I
should round up

the rest of the lip-rouge
customers on our list?

Yes, thank you, George.

We'll interview them
in the morning.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Yep, I washed up for hours
last night,

and I still have the barn smell
on me.

Uh, Mrs. Conway?

HIGGINS:
Hello, ladies.

Oh, doing some work today,
are you, Henry?

Always working, Jackson.
Always working.

You two did a barely passable
job on the stables.

But I'll let it slide this time,

seeing as how the inspector's
not here and all.

I'd like to take him down a peg.

Perhaps it's time we purchased

one of those flirtation cards,
McNabb.

- Sir.
- Is that all of them?

That's all that were
on the list, sir.

Did any of them provide
any new information?

None of them admit
to knowing Mr. Fellowes,

and most of them offer an alibi.

Sir, you're needed.

Thank you.

- With me, George.
- Sir.

He checked in last evening, sir,
in the company of a blond lady.

He was only discovered
this afternoon

when the maid let herself in
to clean.

George, I know this man.

This is Robert Roth,

Mr. Fellowes' friend
and colleague.

Marked with the same lip rouge.

Mr. Fellowes and his best friend
are now dead.

Mr. Roth died in the early hours
of the morning,

close to 2:00 a.m., I'd hazard.

Cyanide is again indicated.

Sir, Doctor, I spoke
to the Fellowes' housemaid.

Mrs. Fellowes retired last night
at 9:00.

Mr. Roth and his companion
checked in to the hotel

sometime after 10:00.

And the housemaid
couldn't be sure

that Mrs. Fellowes
didn't leave again later,

as she herself went to bed
shortly after 9:00.

You think the first victim's
wife killed Mr. Roth, as well?

Well, she is blond
and has a fine figure.

Matching the general description

of the woman who accompanied
Mr. Roth last night

and the one that was seen with
Mr. Fellowes down by the pond.

And what motive would she have
to kill both men?

Well, there is this.

I convinced the housemaid

to let me have a look around
the Fellowes' home.

DR. OGDEN:
It's a pharmacist's preparation.

Topical
but poisonous if ingested.

It contains cyanide.

Well, then.

Bring in the grieving widow,
George.

Sir.

MURDOCH: Both of the victims
were well-known to you.

Yes, but they must know
other people, as well.

We found this in your home.

It contains the same poison

that killed both your husband
and Mr. Roth.

You're wrong there, Detective.
That's never poison!

It's a treatment
for my varicose veins.

I don't understand any of this.

Mrs. Fellowes' medicine
was a standard preparation

for varicose veins.

It only had a small amount
of cyanide in it.

How much would be required
to kill a man Mr. Roth's size?

Half the bottle.

But if he'd ingested that much,

I would have found it
in his stomach contents.

So this was not
the murder weapon.

I'm afraid not.

But there is
something interesting

about Mr. Roth, William.

He has a small cut on his lip.

Just like Mr. Fellowes.

DR. OGDEN: It seems to be part
of the killer's pattern.

Could that be how the poison
was administered?

Cyanide would take effect
much more quickly

if it entered through a cut.

What if, while kissing them,
she bit their lips deliberately?

And then applied the poison
to the cut?

Yes. Or the poison
is in the lip rouge.

These men would have effectively
been killed with a kiss.

- Is that possible?
- I don't know.

But I'm going to start
by analyzing this rouge.

If there's cyanide in it,
we'll have our murder weapon.

Detective, I've just come
from Mr. Roth's home.

- Anything of interest?
- Well, there's this.

- Is this...
- CRABTREE: Miss Bloom, yes, sir.

They sell these
at The Star Room.

Mr. Roth may well
have been there.

George, were you with her
last evening

when Mr. Roth and his companion
were checked into the hotel?

Sir...

George.

I was not with her, sir,

but it is impossible
that she's involved in this.

I understand, but I'll need
to speak with her nevertheless.

Well, let me come with you.

I believe I'll conduct
this interview alone.

Who left this?

What is it?

It's an invitation.
Come here.

"Seeking a qualified agent
to inspect my new sofa.

It is lonely with one
but guaranteed for two."

Guaranteed for two!

Well, that leaves little
to the imagination.

HIGGINS: You're sure
you don't know who left it?

Well, that woman you were
making eyes at earlier.

She's way out of Henry's league.

No, no, no.
But I did see her near his desk.

The lip-rouge girl?

Sadie Talbot.

You know, I believe she works

at McGillion's Ice Cream Parlor
on Shuter.

Well, now you're making yourself
useful, Jackson.

At your service.

NINA:
I give out a lot of cards.

But, yes, I recognize him.

He came in a few times.

He's been murdered, Miss Bloom.

Evidently by the same person

who murdered another man
the night before.

I would say that between that
and my taste in rouge sticks,

I must look like a good suspect.

I'll be needing to take
your lip rouges for testing.

All of them?

Yes.

Can anyone account for
your whereabouts last evening?

All the men who saw me onstage.

And after the show,
once you left the club?

I just went home to bed.

Did anyone see you there?

Believe it or not,
I slept alone, Detective.

Right, then.

Thank you, Miss Bloom.

[ Knock on door ]

George?

Sir, I've been
thinking about it.

I really can't imagine

why Nina would be mixed up
in all of this.

Well, if she isn't,
she has nothing to worry about.

I'm quite sure, sir,
that she is incapable of murder.

I have no doubt
you believe that, George.

But we must follow the evidence.

She remains a suspect.

Well, then let me talk to her.
She won't lie to me.

- No, George.
- Sir...

I said no.

I'm afraid I must insist
you stay away from this case.

Do you understand?

Sir.

There's a significant amount
of cyanide in the lip rouge.

Oh, that is bold.

How did the killer ensure that
she herself didn't get poisoned?

Perhaps she applies a barrier
to protect her lips.

Wax would do the trick.
But it's certainly dangerous.

Cyanide is fast and deadly.

She must be very determined.

MURDOCH:
And very foolish.

Julia, could you test these,
as well?

They're Miss Bloom's.

I'll do it tonight.

You don't think she had
something to do with this?

I hope not, for George's sake.

[ Mid-tempo piano music plays ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Crowd whistling ]

MAN:
I love you, Nina!

[ Cheers and applause ]

JOSIE:
She's so comfortable out there.

She's a real talent.

I've always admired
her stage presence.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, her "stage presence"
is lovely.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I hope to one day dance
as well as Nina.

You, Josie?
You're a fine dancer.

Very charming.

[ Piano plays intro ]

Your turn, Josie.

Yes.

Here to keep an eye on
your prime suspect, Constable?

CRABTREE: Well, it might help
if you told the detective

where you were
when the murders occurred.

I already told him I was alone.

I suppose
he just didn't believe me.

Do you believe me?

Yes, of course.

The murders, Nina,

they have me thinking about
these flirtation cards.

I mean, who in their right mind

would proposition
a complete stranger,

let alone agree to go and meet
somebody that you don't know?

I-I-It's... It's a recipe
for misadventure if you ask me.

You're forgetting the potential
for delight.

Catching the eye of a stranger.

It's not safe.

-You should take those cards...
-George.

Nina, you should
take those cards

and throw them in the garbage
and avoid the temptation.

Avoid the temptation?

Yes.
Get rid of them.

Don't you trust me, George?

Nina, I'm telling you...

I'm asking you
to throw them away.

Well, I won't.

Now, if you'll just wait a
moment, you can escort me home.

Well, I won't.

Not tonight.

Then I'm happy
I kept those cards.

[ Mid-tempo piano music
playing ]

[ Crowd cheering ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

A cut on his lip, as well.

This method of murder is proving
to be surprisingly effective.

CRABTREE: "Eager purveyor
of kisses and hugs for gentlemen

seeks the pleasure
of your company.

Satisfaction assured."

Addressed specifically
to a Mr. Neilson.

MURDOCH:
Evidently he took the bait.

CRABTREE: This card
has a printer's mark, sir.

PRESTON: Sales in flirtation
cards have been very brisk.

I don't keep track
of every man who comes in

and picks a card off the rack.

Have a closer look.
These were ordered by a woman.

Surely, there can't be very many
women who buy such cards.

Oh.
You're right, of course. Yes.

These are custom-made
for a special order.

Here.
A Miss Smith.

Can you tell us
what she looked like?

I don't know. The transaction
was completed entirely by mail.

Here is the address.

A post office box.

Sir, looks like she ordered
10 cards in total.

Leaving her with seven.

Witnesses describe our
Miss Smith at the post office

as being a blonde, well-dressed,
but none of them saw her face.

She wore a hat with a bit
of veil when she opened the box.

She was careful and precise.

These lip rouges are the same,
likely the same poison, as well.

The question is,
what does this latest victim

have in common
with the previous two?

I've searched for a link, sir,

but Mr. Neilson is older
than the previous victims.

He lived in a different part
of town.

He worked in trade,
not advertising.

I found this receipt
in his pocket.

Apparently he had dinner
at The Herring and Swan.

[ Knock on door ]

Julia.

William, I've completed
the tests you requested.

Uh, George, why don't you
go down to The Herring and Swan

and see if Mr. Roth
ever visited there?

Try the hotel first.

Perhaps he discarded one of
these receipts there, as well.

Yes, of course.

Did you find any poison
in Miss Bloom's lip rouge?

- There were traces of cyanide.
- Is that so?

But it's not uncommon for
cosmetics to be contaminated,

and no single stick
contained enough to be lethal.

All right.

Thank you, Julia.

- [ Chuckles ]
- If only we had a camera

to capture the moment
she slaps him.

If she takes him down a peg,
that will be good enough for me.

She looks really busy.
I'm gonna come back later.

Surely a few kids
after ice cream

won't keep you from romance.

No, we really should
get back to work, boys.

Henry, have you lost your nerve?

Me?
Never.

JACKSON:
Okay, well, go on, then.

Show her some
of that Henry Higgins charm

we hear so much about.

You can't fail.

The truth of it is,
I always do fail.

Wait.

How long have you been
Mr. Neilson's secretary,

Miss Petrie?

Two years in November,
I believe.

Do the names Cameron Fellowes
or Robert Roth

sound familiar to you?

No.

Did Mr. Neilson have occasion
to do business

with the Crump
Advertising Agency?

No, we've been with
Andrews Signage and Advertising

for years.

You must have been upset

to learn the news
of Mr. Neilson's passing.

Inasmuch as it relates to my job
at the company, yes.

I would like to stay on here.

But you weren't upset
personally?

Not considerably, no.

To be truthful,
Mr. Neilson was unpleasant.

In what way?

He's the sort of man who is
entertained by insulting people.

But he paid well,
and I could handle him.

At least better
than poor Doris Strachan.

Who is Doris Strachan?

PETRIE:
The girl I replaced.

The woman I'm looking for

has been described as blond
and attractive.

Does that sound like
Doris Strachan?

No, they tell me
she was not much to look at.

I understand Mr. Neilson
made merciless comments,

causing her to cry daily,
poor thing.

I'd have told her
he wasn't worth the tears.

CRABTREE:
Sir, I found this at the hotel.

It's a swan.

It's not unusual, George.

Lizzie is in the habit
of doing the same

with our linens at the hotel.

Unnecessary labor if you ask me.

And then there was the receipt
for dinner for two

at The Herring and Swan the
night Mr. Neilson was killed.

That's a popular restaurant.

And, sir, you told me
that Mr. Fellowes was found

in one of those paddleboats
shaped like a swan.

George, I understand
your feelings for Miss Bloom,

but I really don't think you
need to manufacture theories

-in order for...
-Sir, I'm trying to...

I'm merely trying to point out,
with all due respect,

you might be thinking about this
the wrong way.

[ Telephone rings ]

Detective Murdoch.

Morris Snider is his name, sir.

He's a teacher
here at the school.

Flirtation card, rouge,
cut on his lip.

So, the headmistress
says she saw him

in his classroom this morning.

He was in top spirits.

She's killed in broad daylight
this time, George.

This is the fourth victim
in three days.

The children
discovered the body.

I can't imagine that's very good
for their development.

Right, right.
Constable, cover him up, please.

You said he was a teacher here,
George?

Yes, sir, for the past 30 years.

Competent, well-liked.

He was due to retire
at the end of the term.

Let's find his address.

Sir, I was going through
Mr. Snider's effects,

and I found this photograph
of him with his students.

Is that's Mr. Roth as a boy?

And Mr. Fellowes, maybe?

That's right.

Does that look like...

It is.

Mrs. Fellowes.

Sir, draw your attention to the
banner they're standing beneath.

MURDOCH: Swans.

Swans.

There's dear Cameron.

He was the most handsome boy
in the class.

You, your husband, and Mr. Roth
all attended the same school.

Of course we did.

And Mr. Snider
was a teacher there.

And the three of them
are all now dead.

Oh, look, there's Beatrice.

All that curly hair.

Did there happen to be
a Mr. Neilson

in your circle of friends?

I don't remember him.

[ Laughs ] Oh, goodness,
I'd forgotten about this girl.

See right there?

Look at her.

So unfortunate.

What was her name?

She had a crush on my Cameron
but no hope.

She moved on to Robert
with even less success.

All right, well, thank you.

What was her name?

The boys were so cruel to her.
"Donkey Face"?

"Donkey Doris"!
That was it.

- Doris Strachan?
- Yes. "Donkey" Doris Strachan.

Did you know her, too?

Miss Strachan
knew all of the victims.

Two were classmates,
one was her teacher,

and Mr. Neilson
was her employer.

And all were cruel to her.

- CRABTREE: Sir.
- George.

After resigning Mr. Neilson's
employ two years ago,

Doris Strachan moved
to New York City

and never came back.

The police there believe
she committed suicide,

but there was no body
ever found.

The problem is,
she doesn't match

any of the witnesses'
description.

If she is alive, perhaps she's
working with an accomplice.

Or she's a swan.

A swan?

George has a theory.

There have been swans
at every crime scene.

Which puts me in mind
of the old fairy story

about the ugly duckling.

You know,
all of the other animals

teased and ridiculed
this strange-looking creature

until all she wanted to do

was wander off into the weeds
and die.

But one day...

- Go on.
- I'm sorry, sir.

You don't usually
let me get this far.

One day the ugly duckling

transforms
into a beautiful swan.

Now, maybe
Doris Strachan herself

has transformed from
an ugly duckling into a swan.

And her motive is to get revenge
on her tormentors.

It does fit with the nature
of the killings.

All of the children
in this photograph

appear to be 14 or 15 years old.

The witnesses
describe the killer

as a beautiful young woman.

Doris Strachan is not beautiful,
and I very much doubt

nature could have been
that kind to her.

Perhaps nature
had nothing to do with it.

Now, for Doris Strachan
to have killed these men,

she would have had to have
looked significantly different.

What do you think, Mr. Ducharme?

Could this woman
be made beautiful?

It is a challenge I would
dearly love to undertake.

Where would you begin?

Tapeworms.

MURDOCH:
Tapeworms?

The most reliable way
to lose weight.

I recommend them to all
my ladies who need a little aid.

Oh, Oscar, you must stop.
It's not healthy.

But so effective.

She could lose 25, 50 pounds
without even trying.

[ Sighs]
Imagine the effect it would have

on her cheekbones, Julia.

Yes, look at that eyebrow arch.
Beautiful.

Now, perhaps her eyes
might appear more striking.

DR. OGDEN: I could do
a slightly fuller lip.

And are we ready for the hair?

Would you like to do the honors?

CRABTREE:
What's troubling you, Henry?

I think I've lost
my self-confidence, George.

CRABTREE: What?

Look at this.

[ Chuckles ]
Somebody gave this to you?

A most fetching woman.

She works at
McGillion's Ice Cream stand.

McGillion's Ice Cream...
She gave this to you?

Don't sound so surprised,
George.

Henry, it seems to me,
if she gave it to you,

the door is wide open.

Walk on through, mate.

You know, you're right, George.

She's a forward, modern woman.

I have to meet her on her level.

Thank you, George.

OSCAR: See how much larger
her eyes look?

Isn't that delightful?

More of a rosebud shape
with the lips, perhaps.

Ah, wonderful.

Except...

...her nose.

It is rather prominent.

OSCAR:
Of course, there is a man

who can do remarkable things
with noses,

you know, surgically.

Yes, but that kind of surgery

is still in
its experimental stages.

Surely it would leave
terrible scars.

OSCAR: Ones that can be obscured
with a good face powder.

DR. OGDEN: Really?

Genevieve Dawson.

- No!
- Oh, she told me so herself.

Just look closely
the next time you see her.

She went to New York City
to have it done.

New York?

Yes.
To Dr. Victor Frye.

Oh, he's a sensation.

Our suspect went to New York.

Then I imagine she might have
visited Dr. Frye.

Oscar, this may be
very important.

I have to tell William.

Let's see what we can do here.

CRABTREE: Nina.

Didn't anyone ever tell you

it's rude to go through
a woman's drawers?

CRABTREE: Josie.

These are yours, aren't they?

I must admit,

I was sorely tempted
to give you one of those.

I was curious to see how sweet
on Nina you really were.

Well, I'm flattered,
but I have a feeling

you and I have
very differing hobbies.

[ Chuckles ]
You like my dancing.

- And don't you think I'm pretty?
- Oh, of course.

All those men
you gave these cards to,

they thought you were pretty,
too, didn't they?

JOSIE:
Do you think Nina is prettier?

I am sorry she met you first,
George.

I feel as though
we could really get along.

Tell me I'm pretty.

Or perhaps you could show me,
George.

You needn't be afraid
of this rouge stick.

I chose the color
especially for you.

[ Door opens ]

NINA:
Josie!

What do you think you're doing?

Your gentleman friend isn't
as loyal as you think, Nina.

CRABTREE:
That's not true.

- Oh!
- Oh, my God.

JOSIE:
My nose!

My nose!
My nose!

Doris Strachan, you're
under arrest... for murder.

Murder?
Josie?

Thank you for your assistance,
Miss Bloom.

You're most welcome,
Constable Crabtree.

MURDOCH: It seems you've gone
to great lengths

to change your appearance.

JOSIE: I doubt very much you
could ever know how that feels.

Living life every day
as a humiliation.

You put yourself in harm's way,
applying cyanide to your lips.

It was worth the risk.

MURDOCH:
Four men are dead.

Their last moments were happy.

Death by cyanide
is very painful.

But they were with me.

Beautiful me.

And I was kind to them,
Detective.

I never even told them
who I was.

I think a couple of them
figured it out,

but by that point,
it was too late.

They got what they deserved.

For being unkind to you.

Oh, yes, they gave me the right.

What they did to me,
how they made me feel.

Useless.

Worthless.

Ugly.

That's no reason to kill.

You beautiful people
will never understand.

I was finally desired.

And it was
the most wondrous thing ever.

Where's Henry?

Well, he's mustered up
his courage

and gone to talk
to a young lady.

The woman from
McGillion's Ice Cream Stand

gave him a flirtation card.

Oh, no.

What is it?

She didn't give him the card.

I did.

Jackson, he'll be crushed.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Oh, no. Henry!
Henry! Henry!

- Poor Higgins.
- Poor girl.

Excuse me.
What are you doing?

That's a beautiful dress
you're wearing.

It would make a lovely
decoration for my floor.

I suppose we will have to find
which room best suits it.

Come back for 8:00,
why don't you?

Well, all right, then.

Oh, of course.
Here.

Thank you.

I can't say that was the outcome
I expected.

Nor I, Jackson, nor I.

Nina.

You wanted to see me.

Yes, George.

Why are we up here?

This is the place I come when
I want to think about things.

I see.

I would like you to have this.

I don't want them anymore.

Do with them what you may.

[ Laughs ]

[ Laughter, indistinct talking ]

Why did you do that, George?

Everybody should be able
to entertain the possibility

that they are admired.