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Hyah!

Take that! Yah!

Hyah! Got ya!

Yah!

Get out!

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Door closes ]

Does he take me for a fool?

He is much too old,

and all he did was spout details
from the advertisement.

And Adam's eyes were beautiful
brown, not his cold blue ones.

Grandmother, you can't keep
putting yourself through this.

I'll put myself through
whatever I want.

It's been 20 years.

I know exactly how long
it's been,

but that doesn't change the fact

that my grandson
was stolen from me.

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Sighs ]

- I will see the next one in.
- Thank you.

- [ Sighs ]
- [ Door opens ]

Let it be him.

[ Door closes ]

Mrs. Adelia Gordon?

Yes.

I felt the need to respond
to your advertisement.

You believe
you are my grandson?

I-I have memories,

recollections that were
never part of my life.

Do you, now?

Do you know these faces?
Were they part of your life?

- I don't know.
- Well, you should.

That was my son and his wife.

And if you are Adam Gordon,
those were your parents.

Do you recognize them?

Perhaps I shouldn't be here
after all.

If you are Adam,
you grew up here.

Are you familiar
with this house?

Why are you here?

Why must you torture
my grandmother like this?

Oh, right.
Uh, because of this.

ADELIA: It's... It's...

It's our family crest.

Where did you get that?

I've had it
since I was a child.

My Adam was wearing that
when he was taken from me.

Where did you find it?

I've always had it.

I am most interested in finding
a particular blond woman.

The one
Miss Sykes was last seen with.

As was Miss Clark.

You think this woman
has something to do

with their disappearances?

Who knows anything
with certainty?

But this woman appears to be
linked to the two of them.

It could be coincidence.
It could be more.

You know the tiresome thing
about working with other people?

What's that, sir?

Always having to
ask permission.

Oh. Inspector.

- Please, call me detective.
- Of course.

I would like to commandeer
Constable Jackson again.

He's an agreeable fellow.

Oh.
Why, thank you.

I need to talk to
Detective William Murdoch now!

- Can I help you?
- You have to stop her.

My grandmother is about to sign
away her fortune to an imposter.

My grandmother
is Mrs. Adelia Gordon.

- You've heard of her?
- I have, Mr. Foster.

Then I imagine you know
she's quite wealthy...

Ah.

...which makes her a target

for all manner
of confidence trickster.

Considering
the newspaper advertisement

she places each year,
I can certainly see why.

And the moment it appears,

our family is faced
with a steady trail

of charlatans and fraudsters

all claiming to be
my missing stepbrother.

Of course they are not,

and then her hopes are dashed
all over again...

Until today, when "her Adam"
walked through the door.

You don't believe this
man to be Adam Gordon?

Of course not.
My brother is dead.

He has been for years.

I was there
when he was kidnapped.

And that was the last day
that Adam was ever seen alive.

You should go and see her,
George.

Why would I? It's clear
she wants nothing to do with me.

- That's not true.
- It is.

Miss Bloom thinks
I'm too good for her.

- Well, she's wrong about that.
- I agree with you there.

So go and tell her.

I think it's just best
for both of us

if I let our association
come to an end.

- George...
- Higgins, it's what she wants.

That's...
That's all I have to say on it.

MURDOCH: George.

Could you see if you can find
any files on an Adam Gordon,

a young boy
that was kidnapped...

Has the boy been found, then?

- You're familiar with the case?
- Yes, of course, sir.

He was in the care
of his grandmother.

She receives a ransom note
demanding $500,

with instructions
on where to leave it.

She provided the ransom, sir,

but the money
was never collected

and the boy was never found.

It's long
been suspected that...

That the kidnapper killed him.

CHERRY:
Constable Crabtree.

CRABTREE:
Ah, Miss Cherry.

Detective Murdoch,

I heard a rumor
that Mrs. Gordon

had recently located
her long-lost grandson.

Is this true?

I would say don't believe
every rumor you hear.

Is he who he says he is?

That is something
I can't answer.

Mrs. Gordon has been
looking for her grandson

for almost 20 years.

Now it appears he's come home.

Exactly! He "appears" to have
come home. Thank you.

I'm not at liberty
to say anything.

Of course, Constable Crabtree.

I'd never put you
in that position.

I must say you're looking well.

As are you.

I heard another rumor that...

I can neither confirm
nor deny anything.

That's a shame.

I had heard a rumor that you had
recently become unencumbered.

A blond woman's hunting grounds

were the neighborhoods
affected by the Toronto fire.

Hunting grounds? That's a little
overdramatic, sir.

Is it?
Two missing women.

We don't know how many more
she came in contact with.

And now they are gone.
Is that reason enough for drama?

JACKSON:
So you think she killed them?

If I was a betting man...

Well, I was a betting man once,
and that didn't go well.

But that's what I'd suspect.

So, what is it exactly
you think you're doing, sir?

I beg your pardon?

Well, you're hoping someone
will recognize this woman

from this drawing.

- I would call that a bet.
- I suppose it is.

I must say you demonstrate
an unexpected wit, Jackson.

I'm sorry, sir.

You have a strong heart.
One that is open for love.

Alas, a big heart means the
corresponding hurt is large.

However, see that star
at the top of your line of life?

- Mm-hmm.
- That's the symbol of happiness.

It signifies
a great joy lies ahead.

You do this for a living?

I read palms,
did sleight of hand,

anything to earn a penny.

Oh! My husband would be
rolling in his grave.

Why do you say that?

A Gordon an entertainer?

The entire family
would be scandalized.

JONAH: We don't know that
he's a Gordon yet, Grandmother.

Uh, who is that?

Detective William Murdoch.
Toronto Constabulary.

You are not needed here.

Mrs. Gordon,
it may be in your best interest

if I can ask this man
some questions.

- That is not necessary.
- I don't mind.

What would you like to know?

Is there somewhere private?

Before you get started,
Detective,

I also have a question.

It might save us all a lot of
time and you a lot of bother.

I kept Adam's room exactly
the way it was since he left.

- Do you remember this place?
- I don't. No.

These are all your things.
Your favorite things.

All of these toys here
belonged to Adam,

but he only
ever played with one.

Which is it?

No.
Adam hated that.

What did I tell you, Detective?
This man is wasting our time.

Let him think.
It was a long time ago.

I remember these.

I played with them
by the hour.

Those were
Adam's favorite toys.

That may be so, Mrs. Gordon,

but it doesn't make
this man your grandson.

I didn't say it did.

With your permission, I'd like
Dr. Ogden to take a look at him.

Perhaps she can shed some light.

How so?

She may be able
to provide medical evidence

that he is indeed your grandson.

Do you still have the ransom
note that was left, Mr. Foster?

JONAH:
Yes, of course.

Our family
has an extensive file

on every scrap of evidence
relating to the case,

that included.

- I'll need to see it.
- JONAH: Very well.

Could you stand over here,
please?

What are you doing?

I'm going to compare
your physical features

with those
of the Gordon family,

see if I can note
any familial similarities.

Adam Gordon was 3'11" at
the time of his disappearance.

So, given that, I can estimate
what his likely height

would have been in adulthood.

Ah, I see.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I see that your right leg
is shorter than your left.

Almost one inch.

There's no record
that Adam had that imbalance.

Oh, uh,
when I was seven years old,

a horse kicked me
and broke my leg.

My foster parents
couldn't afford

to have it set properly,
hence what you see.

I see.

Well, you best be him,

because if you're not,

you'll be breaking
an old woman's heart.

I know that, ma'am.

And believe me, that's the last
thing I want to do.

MURDOCH: Pen and ink.

Not very good ink.
There are several blots.

Looks like an ordinary piece
of school paper.

Not very good penmanship,

although the letter
is sophisticated.

Good grammar.
No spelling mistakes.

The kidnapper had something
of an education, then.

Over the years, sir,
reports kept trickling in.

One person even claimed they'd
seen the boy in South Africa.

The frequency of the reports
of course went up

each time Mrs. Gordon
placed her advertisement.

People looking
to get their hands

on their share
of that reward money.

We're not always the most
noble of species, are we, sir?

This is true. A fact that
keeps you and me employed.

That said, sir,

when the advertisements
first began

showing up in the newspaper,
I have to admit, as an orphan...

...I was somewhat tempted
to respond to them myself.

I mean,
I had a fine upbringing,

but the thought
of not only being reunited

with a loving family,
but being made lord of a manor,

having servants
waiting on you hand and foot...

Well, this is interesting.

And you've never seen
this note before?

JONAH: No, I have not.

It seems a neighbor, Mr. Wilkes,
saw a strange man

burying something in this area

three days after
your brother was kidnapped.

JONAH:
And he was never questioned?

CRABTREE: There was no mention
of it in the police files.

MURDOCH: So how did you
come to have it?

I... I don't know.

I was 15 when I started
collecting information

on my missing brother.

I can't be expected to remember

where every piece of it
came from.

This Mr. Wilkes,
was he ever spoken to?

- He died three years ago.
- CRABTREE: Sir.

This could be it.

George, maybe this
isn't the right place.

Or it could be a prank.

Our family has had
more than our fair share.

[ Clank]

Sir.

It might not be a prank.

Bones.

Small but human.

A button with an anchor.

Possibly from
a sailor's outfit.

[ Sighs ]

If it's my brother,
then...

- Mr. Foster.
- Oh, dear God.

You found him.

Where are you going?

I'm going to kill the bastard

that's trying to
worm his way into my family.

It might be best
if you let us handle this.

Then you'd better.

Do you know for certain that
this is the body of my Adam?

The body
is roughly the same age.

And we found remnants of a
sailor suit with the remains.

But you are not sure
that it is him.

Dr. Ogden is performing
some tests

that may give us confirmation.

I should have known.

I'm much too old
to believe in miracles.

I always hoped
that one day my grandson

would come through that door.

Instead, all that ever came
were cheats.

He seemed different.

He seemed like
he might be the one.

MURDOCH: So who are you?

I thought
I might be Adam Gordon.

And before that,
what name did you go by?

My given name
was Albert Slaight.

And is Albert Slaight
the type of man

who would deliberately deceive
an old woman?

I didn't mean to do that.

I sincerely thought I might be
her long-lost grandson.

Tell me about the couple
who raised you.

They were entertainers.

We were itinerant.

How did you come to be
in possession

of the Gordon family pin?

I've always had it.
Ever since I was a small child.

Did they say how it was
that they stumbled upon you?

They said I was rescued
from dire circumstances.

Nothing more than that?

Occasionally they would refer
to me as a little prince.

Anything?

I've shown her likeness
at every church in the area.

- And?
- Toronto has a lot of churches.

More than 170.
And you found nothing?

No, sir.

What the devil is that?

A pretzel.
German.

First came across them
in New York City.

- Interested?
- No.

Are you sure? They really are
quite delicious.

I'm not interested
in anything unusual.

Your loss.
We begin again tomorrow.

Someone has seen this woman,

therefore someone knows
something about her,

and someone
is going to tell me.

- Something.
- Something. Right.

- Sir, I may have something.
- What have you?

Well, for some time, sir,

there was a man
by the name of Irving Moses.

He was a squatter, sir.

And he stayed on the land near
where the dead boy was found.

So he may have witnessed
who buried the child's body?

Well, I don't know, sir.

And our original witness,
Mr. Wilkes,

didn't identify him as such.

So we have a dead witness
and an itinerant squatter.

Well, we also have
the squatter's sister.

MURDOCH: Mrs. Bergman,

do you know where I might find
your brother, Irving Moses?

EDNA: I have no idea.
What's he done this time?

MURDOCH: We're looking into
an old police matter.

Do you know if your brother
was in Toronto in 1884?

He may have been.

He never stays put in one
place long. What's this about?

A young boy disappeared
about 20 years ago,

it was rather notorious.

Has he ever spoken to you
about this case?

Irving would never hurt a child.
I know that.

I see.

When did you last hear
from him?

He wrote a letter.

He said
he was coming to visit,

bringing some good news.

Due to arrive on the
Chatham train three days ago.

Of course, he never did.

And what was this good news?

I don't know. Maybe he'd
won at cards or something.

All right, then.

If you happen
to hear from him...

I'll let him know
you're looking for him.

Perhaps it would be best
if you spoke to me first.

You expect me to turn in
my own flesh and blood?

No, Mrs. Bergman, I expect you
to be an honest citizen

and one who would
do the right thing.

Is everything all right,
Mother?

It's all right.

This policeman was just asking
about your uncle.

Sir, if you have any business
with my family, talk to me.

Certainly.

The train from Chatham,
you say?

Good day.

There was an Irving Moses
on the passenger list.

- Where did he get off the train?
- Not here.

Only people
who got off the train here

were a woman
and her two daughters.

Are you sure?

The daughters
were both redheaded.

The mother appeared young
to have children that age.

They traveled with four bags.

Could he have disembarked
somewhere else?

He could have done anything.

Please have a crew
check the line

between Chatham and Toronto.

Nothing exhaustive. I just
need to rule some things out.

CONDUCTOR: All aboard!

[ Train whistle blows ]

William, this is not
Adam Gordon's body.

- Are you sure?
- Miss James.

Look.

The youngster
suffered from rickets.

Not something you would normally
find in a child of his station.

No, not at all.

Anything else?

It's hard to get much more
from the bones.

We can't even determine
the color of his hair

because there isn't any.

That's odd.
Hair usually remains.

Perhaps it had been
shaved off.

Didn't they used to shave
children's heads in orphanages

as a matter of course?

DR. OGDEN:
Yes, I believe they did.

Hmm.
How did he die?

Consumption.

See where the bacillus
ate into his sternum?

It left holes.

DR. OGDEN: It's definitely
not Adam Gordon.

So the young man
claiming to be.

Mrs. Gordon's
long-lost grandson...

May very well
be telling the truth.

[ Sighs ]

Thank you, ladies.

We're finished, Miss James.

I wonder
who the poor child was.

I doubt we'll ever know.

So, what are we to do
with the remains?

We'll take him
to the Necropolis Cemetery.

He'll be buried
in an unmarked grave.

And you're absolutely sure
that the body you found

is not my grandson?

The coroner has proven it.

ADELIA: Oh, thank God.
Who was he?

MURDOCH: We don't know.
A pauper?

What have you found out
about the man

who claims to be my grandson?

I've found nothing
to prove or disprove

that he's your grandson.

So he is Adam.

I can't say.

But I can.

Grandmother,
you're being ridiculous.

Don't tell me
what I am or am not.

- This is my decision.
- A rash and misguided one.

Don't worry, Jonah.

I have no intention
of disinheriting you,

if that's
what you're afraid of.

How could you even suggest
such a thing?

- [ Sighs ]
- This is not about money.

I'm trying to protect you.

[ Sighs ]

This must be
quite a shock for him.

I should try to be kinder.

He may be right.

Mr. Slaight may not
be your grandson.

Indeed.

But he may also be the miracle
I've been waiting for.

But there's no medical evidence
that he is your grandson.

But you said you found
some similarities

in bone structure
with his parents.

Some, yes.

But in itself,
that's also not proof.

How could you say
he has no memory?

He remembered
his favorite toy.

Not one single person
has ever done that.

What do you think
of the charcoal, Adam?

Or perhaps a brown pinstripe.

Oh, let's just take both.

Oh, just one suit will be
more than enough, Grandmother.

This is all a bit rich
for my blood.

Nonsense!

I want to
make up for lost time.

They went out in a boat.

They never came back.

Adam?

That's how my parents died.

That's how I ended up here.

My God, I remember.

You took me in.

You... You treated me
like I was your own child.

Yes.
[ Laughing ] Oh!

Oh, my grandson.
Ohh!

BREYDON: He'd rolled off
into a clearing.

We were damn lucky we spotted
him before the wolves did.

There he is.

Looks to have been dead
about three, four days.

That the man
you've been looking for?

His sister said
he was bringing good news.

Looks like
he won't be delivering it.

DR. OGDEN:
He wasn't in very good health.

His liver was diseased but
that isn't the cause of death.

He suffered severe lacerations
and bruising

in his fall from the train.

And his neck was broken.

- He was drunk?
- Very.

Likely the cause of the fall,
then.

Or not. I found these fibers
under his fingernails.

He may have reached out
to grab someone.

As if he was pushed
from the train?

- It's possible.
- Hmm.

William,
I withessed something curious

at the Gordon house today.

Go on.

Mr. Gordon remembered
the circumstances

of his parents' death.

Which were?

Peter and Rachel Gordon rented
a boat to cross Lake Ontario.

A storm came up, and even though
Peter was an experienced sailor,

they both perished.

The story's true.
I looked it up in the records.

If you were able to find
that out, he could have as well.

Yes. Or he truly is
who he says he is.

[ Laughter,
indistinct conversations ]

Don't be so down in the mouth.

Like you said,
someone's seen her.

Unfortunately, that someone
may have reason not to tell us.

The lack of community
you were going on about.

People care less and less about
what happens to each other.

Not the woman
we're looking for.

She was noted being helpful
to people in peril.

No, she was noted being
around people in peril.

Not necessarily
being helpful to them.

You the two looking for her?

Indeed we are.

- You are?
- Norman Bruce.

She's my wife, Muriel.

You have no idea
of her whereabouts?

I don't.
And that's lucky for her.

- Should I...
- We'll talk to him later.

Loss takes many forms.

First you can't believe
it's true.

You spend weeks or months
hoping it isn't.

Sounds like you know
what you're talking about.

When I was 12 years of age,
my sister went missing.

I haven't seen her since.

She was 16.

Maybe she left
of her own accord.

She did not.
She was taken from me.

I don't know
if she is alive or dead.

She's still a part of me
and yet not of me.

These women
need to be found, Jackson.

People who care about them
need to know what happened.

[ Sighs ]
I shouldn't even care.

Irving was never here
when he was needed,

but he was still family.

You say he fell from a train?

I can't say for certain.

- Was he drunk?
- It would appear that way.

He could never overcome that.

SOL:
What are you doing back here?

Sol, it's all right.

The detective just came
to deliver news.

What news?

Your uncle's dead.

What happened to him?

I'm endeavoring to find out.

Thank you for seeing me.

Why are you so interested in
a child who died 20 years ago?

I work for the city coroner.
His remains are in the morgue.

I want to find out who he was.

Why are they staring at me?

Because they think you may be
here to take one of them home.

Three children died
in this facility in 1884.

Two of them are buried
in our cemetery.

And the third?

A relative claimed the body.
He said he was an uncle.

You just let him
take the remains?

I didn't let him do anything.

I wasn't in the employ of
this institution at the time.

Do you know the name of the man
who said he was the boy's uncle?

Are you quite sure?

Mrs. Waters' records from the
St. Jude Orphanage confirm it.

Irving Moses
was a squatter on land

near the Gordon estate.

Around the time
of the abduction,

someone saw a man
burying something

close to where we found
the boy's body.

Johnny Scott.

- His name was Johnny Scott.
- Yes, Miss James.

So Irving Moses buries
the body of an orphan

but dresses it to appear
like Adam Gordon.

Why?

To convince someone
that Adam was dead

when he is, in fact, alive?

Very good, Miss James.

But who
was he trying to convince?

I don't know.

Oh, that's a pity.

I was hoping you'd be able
to solve this one for me.

Thank you for coming
to talk to me.

Didn't have much choice.

Not with that big oaf
dragging me in.

I didn't drag you.
But if you like...

Let's stick to the question
of the moment, shall we?

- Why did your wife leave you?
- Why do women do anything?

I can't read
their bloody bird brains.

Oh, well, that's why.

When she left, did you
try and win her back?

Mm, you did, didn't you?

She said
she was finished with me.

Doesn't seem a big surprise.

What was she doing
the last time you saw her?

Why are you so interested
in Muriel?

She's been seen in the company
of at least two missing women.

- What are you suggesting?
- I'm suggesting...

Well, not sure, exactly,

except to say that your wife
has been seen with two people

of completely
different backgrounds

and that those two people
are now gone.

The suggestion would be
that your wife

and a number of other women

have fallen off
the face of the earth.

Her cousin.

Excuse me?

Her cousin left her family
years ago.

I remember Muriel
received a letter from her.

And what was
this cousin's name?

Caroline McGovern.

She said she'd found
a safe haven

and a place
to live out her days.

A safe haven?
What did she mean by that?

I don't know.

WATTS:
Do you have this letter now?

No.

And how did your wife
respond to this letter?

She thought little about it.

Muriel considered her cousin
flighty and impulsive.

But that was back when
she still was happy with me.

And where is this safe haven?

I wish I knew.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Why did she invite us?

She thinks Adam Gordon
is her grandson.

I think she's just happy
and she wants to celebrate.

A bit premature,
don't you think?

We haven't found anything yet.

I am just so happy that God
has answered my prayers

and my grandson is back.

All of Toronto
is happy for you.

Detective Murdoch.

Oh, thank you so much
for coming.

We're honored to be here.

I feel like my life
is beginning again.

Please, come.
Have a drink.

CHERRY: So, Detective,
is he who he says he is?

Mrs. Gordon seems to think so.

- But you don't.
- I didn't say that.

I truly think he is Adam.

Why, just yesterday,
he remembered the scent

of the perfume
that I used to wear.

I certainly hope
you're right.

Where is he?

Oh, he and Jonah have just
gone out grouse shooting.

They should be back
at any moment.

An itinerant entertainer
returns home after 20 years.

Settles into a life
of landed gentry.

- That's not suspicious?
- It is suspicious.

But I have yet to find any proof
that he isn't Adam Gordon.

What about the dead boy
you found?

A pauper. And definitely not
the young Adam Gordon.

My regret is that we missed
so much time together.

All of us.
Adam, Jonah, myself.

I hope that the remaining years
will be happy ones.

- [ Gunshot ]
- JONAH: Help!

- WOMAN: What was that?
- [ Indistinct conversations ]

ADELIA: Ohh!
Oh, no!

Julia.

Jonah! You shot him?
Your own brother?

Adam!

You very nearly killed him.

It was an accident.

So you say.

Will he recover?

He hasn't yet regained
consciousness after the surgery,

but I believe so.

- What happened?
- [ Sighs ]

We were hunting for grouse.

We split up,

and I distinctly remember
Adam going off to my left.

Then when I heard a rustle
in the hedgerow to my right,

I didn't think
it would be him.

He should have been
nowhere near.

[ Knock on door ]

Can I go?

No, you may not.

It was an accident.

Constable Crabtree.

Is Mr. Foster being charged

with the shooting
of his brother?

Miss Cherry, I don't know.

Then could we have a cup of tea
while we await the decision?

Well, it could take a while.

I do drink very slowly.

Very well.

I know I shouldn't have
gone through it,

but I thought
it belonged to the dead man.

It doesn't?

The dead man
was very poorly dressed.

But look what's in here.

This case
belongs to a flimflam man.

MURDOCH:
Very interesting.

Notice anything unusual?

BREYDON:
Looks like a couple of shoes.

MURDOCH: One heel is much higher
than the other.

A flimflam man, indeed.

You have to tell me
what's going on.

I need to search
Mr. Slaight's room.

He's going to recover,
isn't he?

- I believe so.
- And what about Jonah?

He's to remain in custody.

He said it was an accident.
I'm sure it was an accident.

Mrs. Gordon, please.

I was told by the doctors

that your wife's swift actions
may have saved my life.

So, thank you.

What will you do
to my brother?

He'll be charged.

The doctor says I'm free to go.

My grandmother
will be most relieved.

Tell me about
this little fellow.

I don't know what you mean.

How did it come to be
in your possession?

Uh, there are dozens of them
in my room.

Oh, yes.
Yes, I know.

But this one was found
under your bed

in a suitcase belonging
to an Irving Moses,

who fell from a train.

How did you come to have
his case?

I met Mr. Moses
on the train to Toronto.

I must have taken it
by mistake.

And you left yours with him.

I found your shoes.

I went through the contents
of that stolen case,

and I found evidence that
Mr. Moses kidnapped Adam Gordon.

- You found this out, didn't you?
- No, I...

And based on that evidence,

you knew exactly what it would
take to convince Mrs. Gordon

that you were
her long-lost grandson.

Do you deny any of this?

SLAIGHT: No.

Tell me...

How did it come to be that
Mr. Moses fell off that train?

I have no idea.

- You pushed him, didn't you?
- Of course I didn't.

We found fabric
under his fingernails.

Fabric that matches
your overcoat.

Did he grab at you as you
pushed him from the train?

He lost his balance.
I tried to save him.

Then why not raise the alarm?

Hmm?

[ Exhales sharply ]

We'll continue this conversation

at the station house,
Mr. Slaight.

Take him to the cells.

DR. OGDEN: This poor woman.

MURDOCH: Oh, I know.

I'm almost prepared to accept
Jonah Foster's story

that the shooting
was an accident.

What, even if it wasn't?

She's losing two grandsons
in one day.

Mr. Moses was the kidnapper.

So it would appear.

That's interesting.

The stitching along the back
is irregular.

It might just be
a repair, but...

No, there's something in here.

"Adam Gordon.

Care of Edna Bergman."

He's alive?

Perhaps he is.

In the back of my mind,

I was afraid
it was too good to be true.

Well, thank you, Detective.
A fraud has been uncovered.

My grandmother's fortune
is safe.

I'm afraid it's not
that simple, Mr. Foster.

You see, I believe your
stepbrother may still be alive.

What?

The kidnapper
was carrying a letter

intended for
the real Adam Gordon.

I believe he meant to deliver it
to him.

It's a forgery, obviously.
It's just another fraud.

He is still alive.

Where is he?

I've asked the young man
I believe to be your grandson

to come here today.

This is ridiculous.

Grandmother, let's go.
Adam is dead.

Shut up, Jonah.
Just shut up!

Mr. Foster,
it may be best if you leave.

I will not.

Is that him?

- Detective Murdoch.
- Mr. Bergman.

Is this her?

It is.

I'm Adelia Gordon.

And according
to this detective,

I am your grandmother.

Do you recognize me?

No.

This?

No.

JONAH:
This is cruel, Detective.

Grandmother, let's go.

Oh!

Get!

ADAM: Oh! Help!

You.

What?

He...

He took me.

No, this is ridiculous.

Jonah, what is
he talking about?

He gave me to a man.
I rem... I remember now.

Yeah, I was outside
and you were there.

He put his hand over my mouth.

- I do remember.
- [ Gasps ]

It's over, Mr. Foster.

No.

No!

You're dead!
You're supposed to be dead!

You knew where the body was
buried all along, didn't you?

Yes.

And when your grandmother
started to believe

Mr. Slaight's story,

you had to create a false note
to lead me straight to it.

Listen to me. If I could take
all of this back, I would.

I was young. I-I hated Adam.
I wanted him out of my life.

So you hired Mr. Moses to kidnap
and kill your own stepbrother.

Yes.

Yes, and I thought he had.

I did.
I-I saw a body.

I saw the dead body
of my own brother.

SLAIGHT: [ Laughing ]

You're a right piece of work
aren't you?

JONAH: You shut up.

I'm the bad one? You hired
someone to kill your brother.

- Just shut up. Shut up!
- I'll leave you two to chat.

It seems you have
a great deal in common.

You're a monster, aren't you?

So are you.

Your own brother?
My God, you're horrible.

You leave me alone.

Leave you alone? No.
You shot me in the neck.

You took advantage
of an old woman.

You came into my life...

Congratulations.
I hear you found Adam Gordon.

Thank you.

And you?

Still chasing a ghost,
it appears.

- Tomorrow, then.
- Mm.

[ Sighs ]

- [ Knocks ]
- So...

Did you find out anything about
this Miss Caroline McGovern?

Nobody seems
to remember her, sir.

One of the forgotten.

They don't have to be.

Let's get back at it.
They're out there somewhere.

I wish I had
your unbridled optimism.

- Detective, I understand.
- Understand what?

Two years ago,
I lost my wife.

She passed away in my arms.

The only difference is,
I know where she is.

So even if
we never find your sister,

we will find out
what happened to those women.

So get up from your desk.
Let's go.

More to you
than meets the eye, Jackson.

Seems you're a man of action.

Action Jackson.

- Don't call me that.
- All right.

He's with God now.

All thanks to you.

No one deserves to be buried
without a name.

Rest easy.