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(mysterious music)

- In any case, I'm looking
forward to finally meeting
your parents.

- Hmm, we do have
the wexford wonder, though.

- What's that?

- My father believes
it's evidence of creatures

From another planet.
- Oh, good lord, not this again.

- Maurice!
What a lovely surprise!

- The man who was visiting
you this morning,

I'm not sure where I know him
from, but I think he might be...

A criminal.

- He also happens
to be my father.

- Ah.

- Do you have a guilty
conscience?

- Goodbye, mr. Rhodes.

(mr. Rhodes whistles
"oh, susannah".)

- Llewelyn, we need to finish
our discussion.

- Good.
(gunshot)

(gasping in pain)
- llewelyn!

God, he's been shot!

- Listen to me:
Go up the street and turn left.

There's a police call box.

- We're getting you
to the hospital!

- No, no, call
the station house.

Tell them to send constables.
I'm going inside.

- Llewelyn!
- No, please!

Please, just do it!

(dramatic music)

(panting)

(gunshot)

- Don't. You're under arrest.

(footsteps approaching)

(grunts)

(crabtree): Good god,
the readings!

They must be nearby.

- Maybe they're in there?

- Yes, it could be.
(woman): Hello?

- What's that?
- Millie.

(woman): Hello?
- She's in there.

I'm going in.
(woman): Help!

Help!

- George.

Be careful.

(intriguing music)

(crabtree): Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

(intense music)
good lord!

(groaning)
uh, I come in peace.

(shrieking)

- George!
George, are you all right?

- Am I?

I think I just met a creature
from another planet.

- William, are you sure
it's wise to go to work?

- Someone is targeting us,
julia.

They put an explosive device
in our home.

They may not stop
until we're dead.

- So, we stay in hiding forever?

- Our only hope is
to determine who's behind this

And to stop them.

Not a soul knows we're here,

But... But just in case,

This is a wireless
transmitter.

At any sign of trouble,
press this button.

(buzzing)

And I'll come running.

It's bidirectional,
so I can send, as well.

Let's hope it doesn't come
to any of that.

- William, please be careful.

- I will.

(gentle music)

(door opens and closes)

(light city hubbub)

- Nomi's doing well.

- She's enjoying chicago?
- Hm.

She says she's coming home
for a visit soon.

- Ah, good.
- Mm-hm.

- Afternoon, inspector.

- Oh, it's you.
Good afternoon.

- You're not going
to introduce me?

(sighs)
mrs. Thomas brackenreid.

And you are?
- Maurice majors.

- Hm.
- Old friend of your husband's.

- Nice to meet you.
- Not exactly.

- Inspector.
You still don't remember me?

Surely, you looked me up.

- I did. And all
I know is that

You haven't run afoul
of the law in toronto,

So you're free to go about
your business.

- How generous of you.

- Now, if you'll just leave us
in peace.

- Should you really be
the one making demands here?

- I'm the police inspector,
mr. Majors.

- Don't I know it.

I just thought you might have
a bit more consideration

For your old friend after
what happened with milton.

Good day, inspector.

Ma'am.

(intriguing music)

- Who is that man?

- I don't know.
(scoffs)

- Well, he certainly knows you,
thomas.

Hm?

- I'm fine, honestly.

- You were bleeding
a great deal.

You'll need someone to tend
to that for you.

- As you can see,
I tend to myself quite well.

- I thought you were dead,
llewellyn.

When I saw you on the ground--
- you acted with great courage.

Thank you.
But you can go home now.

I'll be fine.

- You're sure?
- I'm sure!

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

(crabtree): The light was
blinding, but I forged ahead.

Millie was calling out.

- You could hear her?
(effie): Clear as day.

- What happened next?
- George ran into the barn.

- I saw the creature emerging
from the light,

Which was so blinding I could
barely make the thing out.

But I'm telling you, I was so
close I could nearly touch it.

- Good lord!

And then?
- And then... Nothing.

It went dark. Silent.

And the creature was gone.

(effie): Do you think
the portal is closed?

- I don't know.

- If only I could have moved
faster, but...

As I say, I was blinded.

(footsteps approaching)

- A telegram came for you.
- Ah.

Thank you very much.

It's from henry.
(effie): Oh?

What does it say?

- Apparently, ruth refuses
to leave the wellness centre.

He says he'll try to make it
back for the wedding.

It's not exactly reassuring,
especially coming from henry.

- Well, at least that makes
your best man decision easier.

- Yes, I suppose it does.

- Oh, effie,
I have some news as well.

- And that is?
- Your cousin, gigi,

Will be attending
the... Celebrations.

(chuckling)

- You're a barmy old egg,
aren't you?

Come on. Let's get boiled. Shh.

- Well, isn't that
a lovely surprise?

- It's not too late to save
your friend.

If you could hear her,
she's still here.

- But surely the portal closed?
- Well, then open it!

The moon will remain in position
for one more night.

All we need is
the electromagnetic activity.

You two have got to save
that poor woman!

- Oh, perry! Enough.
- Yes, dear.

(mysterious music)

- Is it dangerous?

- Of course it's dangerous.

If you get too close,
you'll get sucked in

And the portal will scramble
your brains.

You'll be nothing but
an empty husk

By the time you're deposited
into their world.

- Maybe that's what happened
to henry.

- We caught the shooter

And the rifle that he shot
watts with

Is likely the same weapon
as used earlier.

- You could have been killed.
- I was lucky.

- You were bloody brave, watts.

Running in there
after he'd already shot you.

- Uh, I had to make sure
he didn't flee.

- Right. Well, thank you.

(brackenreid): He's under guard
in the interview room, murdoch.

Right.

- Uh, where are you off to?

(brackenreid):
To my favourite place,

The records office.

Someone from my past is calling
and I have no idea who it is.

Oh, and by the way:

That ottoman is a family
heirloom of margaret's.

- I don't know a damn thing.

- Well, what I know

Is that you killed
that man on a bicycle

And you shot a police officer.

What I want is the name of
the person who put you up to it.

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- Someone wants to stay
in the shadows,

I'm not turning on the light.

- Well, someone contacted you.

- By telegram. Since destroyed.

(murdoch): They paid you.

- Money appeared in my bank
account. That's all I know.

- Your job was done.

Why not just leave?
- I liked it here.

I had money to spend!

- Why did you shoot
my detective?

- I don't know what
to tell you, sir.

Sometimes a man just ends up
on the wrong side of a gun.

(menacing music)

- Where can I find constable
george crabtree?

- Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle,
but who might you be?

- I'm his aunt chrysanthemum.

- If you are his aunt,
then surely you know

That constable crabtree
is in wexford.

He is soon to be married.
- Married?

But he can't!
- And why is that?

- It is hardly your business.

Just let him know
he can't get married.

Hm! Excuse you! Hm!

- Who are you?

- Georges fournier
of the montreal police.

- Is that right?

Well, you'd better have
a bloody good reason

For being in my station house,
frenchie.

(mutters)

(sombre music)

- My share of the salon
is now yours.

- Your generosity is much
appreciated.

And I can't wait
to put my stamp on this place.

- This was not part of our deal.

- I did what I had to do.

- Well, someone will have
to put a stop to it.

You've seen how he is.

He'll take over this place
and everything I've built.

And then, he's going
to come after you.

- Hmm, you know...

I'm going to turn this place
into something special.

Toodle-loo.

- And you sure this
will work?

- Your guess is as good as mine.

I'm just trying to give you
a fighting chance.

Now, uh...
Muffs for the sound,

Mask for the light

And those batteries are wired
to your backpack.

Now, when you get inside,
you let loose.

- Oh! Tingly.
- Oh, yeah.

- Are you sure this is actually
going to work?

- It's not much,
but if it's localized at
the site of the portal,

The energy might be enough
to close it.

Oh! One more thing.

- Are you really going through
with this, fiona?

- My marriage?
- Among other things.

- Of course!

- A rope?

- Tie one end to something
and the other to yourself,

Just to avoid being sucked
into the nothingness.

- Ah.
- Let's go test it!

- You're as much
a fool as he is.

- He's just like father.

- Precisely. Don't make the same
mistake I did.

(city rumble)

- What do you want from me?

- Retribution. Recompense.

Perhaps an apology.

- It was a long time ago.
- How long? 20 years?

Is that long enough
to forget hanging a man

For something he didn't do?

- He was a murderer.
- He was my friend.

And you couldn't prove
he did any of the things
he actually did.

So, instead, you hang him
for something else.

- He got what he deserved.

- Oh, I don't think your
colleagues at the constabulary

Would agree with that.

Hell, you had a witness
tell you he didn't do it,

But you didn't care because
you wanted him dead.

That's murder, if you ask me.

- It's long forgotten.
You can't prove it.

- I was that witness, inspector,
in case you've forgotten.

And you have no idea
what I can prove.

- You can't blackmail me.

- Oh, but I am blackmailing you.

- You keep your mouth shut.
- Or what?

- Good news: I was able
to locate the shooter's
bank account.

- And?
- Dominion. The payment...

(clears throat)

Everything all right,
inspector?

- Hm? Yes. Fine.

- I was just filling in
the detective on what
I've learned.

Our sniper received
a payment from an account

At the chemical bank
in new york.

- Anything else?

- Money was also transferred
from the chemical bank

To an account at the montreal
policeman's credit union.

- A crooked copper?

(sighs)

- I am loath to say it,
but there has been

A montreal policeman
circling this case.

- You think he's involved?

- I don't know, but he arrived
shortly after the shooting

And has been inside my home
after arriving unannounced.

- What? You think
he planted the bomb?

- I don't know,
but it's possib--

(phone ringing)

- You'd best look into it.

- Yes?

All right.

A body on wilton.

- Hm.

- Then I guess I'll take it.

Terious music)

(indistinct chatter)

(horse neighing)

I understand you knew him?

- More than that.
He was my father.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- I didn't know him well.

- Nonetheless,
I offer condolences.

We can call in someone else
to examine him.

- No need. I can do it myself.

- No sign of foul play?

- Nothing to indicate
cause of death to the body.

As far as I can tell,
he was a healthy man.

Good day, detective.

(intriguing music)

(phones ringing in the distance)

(♪)

(dramatic music)

(effie): Ready?

(crabtree): Who could be ready,
effie?

Who among us could
truly be ready to encounter

A creature
from another dimension?

(effie): If anyone is,

It's you, george.

- It's what?
- It's you!

- Yes. I agree. Right.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- What?

- You're welcome!

(suspenseful music)

George?

(electricity crackles)
- ah! What on earth!

Hello?

Hello?

Millie!
Millie, is that you?

Are you all right?
- Effie?

- Don't worry, we're going
to get you out of here.

(effie): Millie,
are you all right?
Can you hear me?

- I'm all right.

The well.

- The well?
- The well...

They came from the well...
The creatures.

They tried to take me there.

(crabtree): The portal.

The portal must be
inside the well.

- George!

George!

(fournier): This is the man
I was looking for.

He was murdered?
- He was.

- Hm. Do you know
who killed him?

- Not as yet, no.

- Well, let us join force,

Put our brains together
once more.

The great detective
william murdoch

And constable fournier working
together again.

- Georges, this man was murdered
as a message to me.

- A message? How do you mean?

- He was dressed to look
exactly like me.

- A coincidence?
- Perhaps.

Perhaps it's also a coincidence
that you happened

To be looking
for this same man.

And you also happened
to arrive in toronto

On the very day
that he was murdered.

I also believe that he was
an associate of frank rhodes.

- What are you saying?

- Maybe these things
aren't coincidences at all.

- You think I had something
to do with this murder?

- The bank account that was
used to pay

For the murder of this man
also made a deposit

Into the montreal policeman's
credit union.

- That has nothing
to do with me!

- You were in my home
when my keys were moved.

- Your keys?
- Did you make an impression

Of my keys, break into
my home and plant a bomb?

- Detective!
Listen to yourself!

How can I do this?
You know me!

- I hardly know you at all.

- Detective, I assure you,

I had nothing to do with
any of this.

You must believe me.

(suspenseful music)

- George! You can't go
into that well!

It's too dangerous.
- It's all right, effie.

I'll be careful. I promise.

- George!

- Oh!
- Oh! Are you all right?

(crabtree groans)

(crabtree): Good lord!

(piano music)

(light applause)

- You should be resting.

- Is this not rest?

- Let me take you home.

- Why?

- When I saw you on the ground,
llewellyn...

I thought...

It changed things.

- It changed what?

- Perhaps it made me realize
just how much you mean to me.

- All it took was me
nearly dying.

- Who cares what it took?

I'm here now, telling you
I don't want to lose you.

- But you want me to be
one of many.

- I'm trying to say
I'll reconsider.

I'll reconsider everything.

- You could do that?

- Well...

I could try.

- No need.

I don't want you to change.

I want you to be
who you are.

- Llewelyn?

- There's nothing else
to be said.

I am needed
at the station house.

(soft music)

(crabtree): Good lord.

- What do we do?

- Bet that's billy mumphries.

The aliens must have
de-fleshed him!

- De-fleshed?

- Relieved him
of his flesh, effie,

Probably for food!
Poor soul.

It's a good thing we got
to millie in time.

- George, george! This is bad.

Someone is really dead.
- I know.

I have to go down there.

- No, george, you can't go
down there!

Who knows what will happen?

- Effie, there are creatures

From another planet
in that well.

If I turn my back
on this discovery,

I may well regret it
the rest of my days!

You stay here.

If I don't come back...

- George, you're not going
down there.

- Effie.
- You're not going down there

Because there are no aliens
down there.

- What?

- I have a confession
to make.

Millie, could you give us
a minute, please?

- Of course.
I'll see you at the wedding?

- I hope so.

- You as well.

That was an associate
at the montreal police
credit union.

He gave me a name
for the account in question.

- It's not mine.
I told you.

Sir, you can trust me,
please.

- The account belongs
to a sebastien port.

- Sebastien port.

I know this name.
- Who is he?

- A prison guard that used
to work at the montreal jail.

However, he moved to toronto.

I believe he came here to work
at the don jail.

- That's where frank rhodes
is being kept.

I'm going to pay him
another visit.

- Hm. I'm coming with you.

(rhythmic music)

(indistinct shouting)

- Well, what happened?

- Sebastien port was escorting
him to the clinic.

- And?
- Sebastien port is dead, sir.

- So, frank rhodes has escaped.

(dramatic music)

- Frank rhodes has escaped
from prison?

How could this have happened?

- I don't know,
but I will find him, julia,

I promise you that.
In the meantime,

Don't let anyone in,
don't even answer the door.

And stay away from the windows.

- Please hurry, william.
- I will.

Georges?

- The warden just
received a phone call
from station house four.

One of your neighbours
has reported a man breaking
into your house.

There's constables on the way.

- That's rhodes.

(effie): I set it all up.

The aliens,
millie's disappearance,

All of it.

- You're telling me
the whole thing was a ruse?

- Not a ruse, george!
A gift to you for our wedding.

- What about the footprints?

- I strapped some... Some spoons
to some old ping pong paddles

And I sort of...

- And the electromagnetic
activity?

- I used this magnet to lead you
wherever I wanted you to go.

- Effie, I was the creature--

- You saw millie, george!

(grunts)
wearing this.

- Oh, for pete's sake!

Millie's in on this?
- George.

- What about your father?

Was he playing me for a fool
the whole time also?

- No, george! He really
believes in all this.

I just--

I elaborated on his theories

So that I could take you
on an adventure,

One that both of us could share.

Nobody thinks you're a fool,
george, least of all me!

- And if you hadn't told me
about this,

You would have let me
believe it for what?

The rest of my life?

- Well--
- oh, effie,

That is a terrible
wedding gift!

- When you put it that way,
it does sound bad.

George, I wanted to show you
that I believe in you;

In your kindness
and your imagination.

Your sense of wonder.

And...

I was scared that...

When you met my parents,
you would see us.

The believer and the skeptic.

And I wanted to show you
that you may be like my father,

But I am nothing like
my mother.

- Effie, I know that.

- I love who you are!

With you, every day brings
a possibility of magic

And I think that
we're going to have

A marvelous adventure together.

- I think so too,

But I never would have
thought otherwise.

(soft music)

- Can you forgive me?

- Yes, of course.

I should be flattered,
I suppose.

I should thank you for going
to such great lengths

To give me the worst gift
I ever got.

(chuckling)

The skeleton was
a particularly nice touch.

- Right. But, the thing
about that, actually,

Is I've never seen that
in my life.

- What?

- George, we've found
a real dead person.

(baby crying)

(rhodes whistling)

(julia gasps)

- Ooh, kid's got some
lungs on her.

(chuckling)
- give her to me!

(rhodes): Back to mommy.

- Who are you?

- Nice to meet you,
dr. Ogden.

I was a friend
of your husband's.

Name's frank rhodes.

Sure my name never came up?

(susannah crying)

- Shh, shh.

- What are you doing
in my office?

- Learning more about you
than I care to.

- What are you talking about?

- You ignored evidence
that would have exonerated

A man who ended up hanged?

- He was a murderer.

If I hadn't done what I did,

He would have gotten away
scot-free.

- Well, you broke the law
to get a conviction.

- And I've never lost
a night's sleep over it.

Who knows how many lives would
have been ruined

If I hadn't sent him to prison?

- You had him convicted under
false pretenses.

Now, you've killed
mrs. Hart's father

In order to protect your secret.
- I did no such thing.

- How do you explain this then?

I found it near
maurice major's dead body.

- I was there.
I confronted him.

But I didn't kill him.

- He knew about this
and you had to stop him.

- Be careful what
you say next, son.

I'm still your superior.

- So, you expect me
to keep your secret?

- I keep yours.

- You're threatening me?

- We've all got secrets, watts.

No one likes having
them exposed.

(scoffs)

- I wonder how long
he's been hidden down there.

Do you think it was foul play?

- Well...

I can't imagine
the poor chap just

Crawled under the floorboards
and passed away there.

One thing that
I was right about:

It was billy mumphries.

- George, an engagement ring.

(intense music)

(murdoch): Check the kitchen
and the furnace room.

Georges.

Check the back entrance.

("oh, susannah" playing)

(foreboding music)

He was just here!

Search the neighbourhood, now!

- Right away, sir.

- Georges.

Take this. I need you
to do something for me.

(susannah crying)

- Can't you shut her up?

- She's ready for her feed.

She needs her bottle.

- Just make it stop.

You really think I'm stupid?

You really think you can sink
a knife in my gut

Before I snap your neck?

What are--
what are you doing?

Ooh, what's this?

Oh, your husband is such
a smart fella.

Were you, uh,
you trying to push this here
button to summon him,

Come and rescue you?

Well, that's perfect.

He's the one I want,
anyway.

He's the one
who needs to die.

Allow me.

- That's the building.
I'll signal you when it's time.

(buzzing)
and hurry!

(intense music)

(roderick): Ah, hm.

- Checkmate.

(chuckles)

- One of these days,
I will checkmate you,

Mrs. Newsome.
- Oh!

(chuckling)

- Mm.

- Roderick. You lied to us!

You told us you saw billy
get on that train!

- Billy mumphries?
- Calm down, fiona.

You're clearly hysterical.
- I am not.

- Then what's gotten into you?

- Constable crabtree, I think
you can take it from here.

- Billy mumphries' remains
were found not far from here.

- Billy's remains?

(crabtree): His billfold
and an engagement ring

Were found on his dead body.

Judging by the state of which,

He's been deceased
no less than a decade.

- Oh, I...

I saw him board the train.

- I don't believe you did.

- Shall I fetch your handcuffs,
george?

(scoffs)
- fiona esmerelda newsome!

- Esmerelda?
- It's a long story.

- You're not
seriously suggesting

That I killed billy, are you?

- What else are we to think?

You lied about seeing him
get on the train.

- No. No! Uh...

I saw him at the station.

I was getting off the train.

I thought he was boarding.
Maybe...

Maybe he never got on?

- He and myra
were madly in love.

Why would billy leave town
without telling her?

- When I saw him
at the station,

He did tell me that myra's
father had just given him

An envelope of money to leave
and to never come back.

- What? Why?

- He wanted billy to stay
far away from myra.

I thought that
that's what he was going to do,

But.... Maybe he changed
his mind?

Fiona, why on earth would
I kill billy?

We were friends.

(mysterious music)

- Are you comfortable?

- You're about to kill
my husband.

- You'll get over it.

- How did you know
where we were?

- I got friends.

- Elsie?
- Who's elsie?

(♪)

Relax. You're gonna be fine.

So long as everything
goes to plan,

You and your little girl
will be safe.

Just as soon as your husband
walks through that door.

So, where is he?

- I don't know.

- He a coward?
- Hardly.

- Well, you better hope
he shows.

Or he's going to be walking in
to find a dead family.

(buzzing)

(intense music)

(rhodes): Idiot.

At least turn off
the damn light.

(gunshot)

(murdoch): You're done,
mr. Rhodes.

(gasps)

- Father, is this true?

You paid billy to leave me?

- He weren't no good.

(sobbing)

- How could you?

- He took the money, myra.

He took the money;
that proves he was trash.

- Myra, you should know that
when we found billy,

There was no money in
his wallet, but there was this.

- A ring?

- It seems he took the money
your father gave him

To buy you an engagement ring.

- That's preposterous!

- The jewelry store's just
across from the train station.

I'm sure there'll be a record
of the transaction.

- Myra, you don't believe
these people, do you?

I was at home that night.

I came to your aid when
that scoundrel abandoned you.

- It's true.
Billy stood me up for our date.

Father heard me crying,
so he came out of the barn
to comfort me.

- He came out of the barn?

Well, that's where
we found billy's body.

He was hidden underneath
the floorboards.

- Father forbade me
from going in the barn.

He said the building
was unstable.

You lied to me.

- Billy didn't love you.
- Billy did love me.

He loved me enough
to defy you.

And you...

You killed him for it.

- I did it to save you.
- How could you?

- Operator. Operator!

Please connect me
with the local constabulary.

(crying)

(city rumble)

- My father died
from a brain aneurysm.

- A brain aneurysm.
Is that so?

- Blood vessel in his brain
burst, causing severe bleeding.

He would have died
quite quickly.

- Was it precipitated
by an act of violence?

- Not that I can ascertain.

- I'm sorry for your loss,
mrs. Hart.

- Anything to say to me, watts?
- Nothing at all.

- You don't seem too upset.

- I had no relationship
with him.

- You didn't get a chance
to make your peace with him?

- He wasn't a peaceful man.
- Mm.

(julia): Father! It's so lovely
to see you again.

We were just about to have
some tea. Will you join us?

- Uh, no, no. I was just
dropping by to say hello.

- Father rockford, uh, again,
please accept my apologies.

- Oh, no need.

- To what do we owe
the pleasure?

- I brought a gift, ah,
for susannah.

- Oh!

- Oh, well, then you can
give it to her yourself.

You know where the room is.

(chuckling)

(margaret): Your head
is in the clouds.

Is something the matter?

- Do you remember that chap

Who was bothering us
the other day?

- Why, yes. What about him?

- He's dead.
- How?

- I believe he was murdered,

But mrs. Hart's findings
don't bear that out.

- Well, then, perhaps
you should leave it be.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

(man): Is this
the murdoch residence?

- It is.
- Oh, good.

I'm calling from the church
of the holy father.

I've been asked to step in
for father harris.

- Father harris?
I'm sorry, who is this?

- My name is father rockford.

(dramatic music)

- How precious.

She looks just like you.

(chuckles)

- I believe she gets
her good looks from her mother.

- She's so young.

It's a shame she has
to watch her father die.

- What are you doing?

- You must have known
it wasn't over.

Frank rhodes is my brother.

You betrayed him.

- He'll be fine.
(gasps)

- Well, that's good.

But perhaps we should still
fire the nanny.

Right music)

- I thought you said you weren't
going to get married again?

- I did.
(sighs)

- And what changed?

- George crabtree
is a wonderful man.

(chuckles)
- how so?

- He listens.

- Mm.
- He also talks a lot,

But he does listen.

That is a rare quality
in a man.

- Hmm.
- Ladies! Oh!

- Mrs. Brackenreid!

- I can't believe you two.
Smoking and drinking?

- It's the modern age,
mrs. Brackenreid.

Women can smoke if they like.

And drink champagne.

- Well, let's hope
you've had just one.

Oh, why aren't you
wearing white?

- She's trod this path before.

- This time it's the right one.

- Honestly,
have you seen inside?

You would have thought
the church would bring
more flowers.

- I hadn't noticed.

- And what music
have you chosen, dear?

- I haven't.
(margaret): Oh, my.

I'll just have a talk
with the pianist.

Will you be needing help
with your veil?

- Oh, don't worry,
mrs. Brackenreid.

I'll help effie.
- Oh.

(effie): I'm not wearing a veil.

- Yes. Well, it's good
you let me take charge

Of the wedding luncheon.
(effie): Mm.

- Say what you want
about tinned meat:

Madison meats is the best.

(chuckling)

And it'll feed the throng.

- Well, you are wonderful,
mrs. Brackenreid.

- Well, I do have
a surplus of it.

One time, I was their
spokeswoman.

(chuckles)
mm-hm.

- Tinned meat?

- I think this calls
for another glass.

(indistinct chatter)

- Sir, thank you again
for agreeing to be my best man.

I do appreciate it.
- That's wonderful, george.

I think you and effie will be
very happy together.

- Where's the doctor?

- Oh, she and susannah have had
a rough couple of days.

- I'm here! Don't worry!
- Henry!

- Don't worry!

- I thought you were still
in michigan getting...

Something done to your face?

- Ah, there was a...
Volcanic mud scrub.

I'd really rather not
speak about it, actually.

Uh, ruthie decided
to stay on,

But I couldn't miss
your wedding.

Being your best man
and all, right?

(chuckles)
I am still your best man?

- Well...
(murdoch): Of course!

George thought it best
that we share the honour.

- I did?

Uh, yes, I did!

Uh, best men, as it were.

- Oh.

Well, all right, then.

If you don't know what to do,
sir, just ask me.

- Uh, perhaps, henry, you could
help me find my boutonnière?

I think I've misplaced it.
- Ooh! Actually...

Think I've just pulled something
on the run over here.

Would you mind, terribly, sir?

- Not at all.

- Thank you.
- My neck. Just...

(soft music)

- You look beautiful.
As always.

One would hardly know your
father had died mere days ago.

- Perhaps the sad event
is a blessing in disguise.

- I thought you might
feel that way.

- Least he went quickly.

Natural causes.

- Oh? You've finished
your post-mortem?

- Yes.

Except we both know it's not
entirely true, don't we?

- Do you know who killed him?

- You know as well as I.

Inspector.

- Mrs. Hart.

- I've made one out of household
adhesive strips.

- Ah! Sir, brilliant!

(gentle piano music)

(wedding March)

- I love you.

(hubbub)

(man): Thank you, sir.
Have a great trip.

- Thank you.

- Uh, where you headed, friend?

- Uh, I was thinking new york.

- That'll be 10 $.

- Let's see.

- Ah.

Oh, oh.

- Oh, thank you.

(♪)

- I, george crabtree,

Take thee,
fiona esmerelda newsome,

To be my wife.

And I do promise in covenant

Before god and these witnesses

To be your faithful
and loving husband.

(effie): In plenty
and in want...

In joy and in sorrow,

In sickness and in health,

For as long as we both
shall live.

- Should anyone know of
any reason that this couple

Should not be joined
in holy matrimony,

Speak now or forever
hold your peace.

(loud banging)

(overlapping reactions)

(dramatic music)

(together): You?!

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