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Folks like that
like to come in here,

lord it over the likes of us.

Full suit and tie.

Go drink somewhere else!

No trouble from you two, now.

Sorry, Detective.

I've seen him.

Supposed to be the brightest
fellow in all Toronto.

He look bright to you?

Nope.

Not so bright at all.

Hey!
Go easy on him!

Nice work.

You may want to go home now,
fellas.

Barkeep, I'll have another.

Why don't you throw him out?!

It's a celebration.

I got a promotion.

Time was
I couldn't hold down a job,

let alone get a raise
and my name on the door.

Just goes to show you...
A man can change his life

if he sets his mind to it.

Don't you agree?

If you say so.

Many a time in my past,

I'd be sitting
in a place like this

wanting to down that drink
to forget.

What if you're just looking
for privacy?

For that, you have to drink
at home, my friend.

'Course that's not
always an option.

You know, when we split,
I was dancing down the street

I was so damn happy.

Me and the wife, I mean.

Congratulations.

Didn't last.

The more I put my life
back together,

the more I realized
what I'd lost.

She was the first thing
I thought of

when they told me
about my promotion.

Just want to tell her
the good news.

So go tell her.

I would.
If I could find her.

I've been searching for her
a year.

A year?

She didn't exactly
keep me apprised

of her forwarding address
after I walked out on her.

I'm sure she was glad
to see me go.

I couldn't stand to look her
in the eye anymore.

By the time I realized
what I'd lost, she'd moved on.

I'd give just about anything
for a second chance.

Maybe I can help you.

What do you mean?

Let's go find your wife.

- Really?
- I won't offer twice.

It's something I'm very good at.

You can't blame him.

I wouldn't be at work either.

I can't imagine
I'd want to be home either.

One hopes this won't put
too much of a strain

- on their relationship.
- How so?

In the face of great loss,
emotions can be misdirected.

Feelings amplified.

I knew a young couple
who experienced a similar issue.

They never recovered.

William Murdoch and Julia Ogden

are two of the strongest people
that I know.

They'll be fine.

Sir, we found a body at the
docks near the mouth of the Don.

Rather, a portion of a body.

A portion?

You take this.

I don't even want to know.

The secret to dealing
with gruesome remains

is to replace natural instinct
with logic.

Okay.

How?

Consider an ant.

Imagine you trod upon one,
crushing it,

and leaving its body
mangled beyond recognition.

Now, does this disturb you?

- Not really.
- Exactly.

So we simply apply
the transitive law.

If we are not disturbed
by an ant,

there is no reason
to be disturbed by a beetle.

If not by a beetle,
then not by a caterpillar.

Nor a butterfly,
nor a sparrow,

nor a fish, nor a rabbit,
nor a dog...

nor a human.

What we have here, then,
is no more disturbing

than the squashed remains
of an ant.

What's this?

A reminder of the inhumanity
of man, Miss Hart.

How poetic.
May I have a look?

It's quite grisly, ma'am.

Perhaps it would be best
to wait for Dr. Ogden.

I don't expect her today.

Whatever it is,
I assure you, I can handle it.

- His head is missing.
- Mm-hmm.

Incredibly sad about
the detective and his wife.

Yes.

It has me thinking
about the future.

I've been thinking
about that myself.

I mean, our future,
in particular.

Yes, George.

Wasn't Paris a magical city?

Do you ever imagine us
back there?

Yes, I suppose.

What if we were to live there?

Nina, I don't know.
I mean...

I don't know the language.
You picked up a little bit.

I know "éclair."
That's about it.

I've been offered a job
at the Moulin Rouge.

- George, I'm gonna accept it.
- What?!

- And I want you to come with me.
- Nina.

Let's make a new life, George.

Once you pick up the language,

perhaps you can become
a member of the Sdreté.

I'm sure, with your experience,
they'd be happy to have you.

I don't know
what to say to this.

I want this for us.

For you, George.

Please.

Nearly all of her family are
either dead or have left town.

Did she have friends?

I tracked down a few,
but nothing.

I even checked
her favorite bookstores, too.

Annie loved to read.

Anything with a good mystery
or a bit of romance.

- And no one had seen her?
- No, not recently.

That's why I think
she must have left town.

Even her physician hadn't seen
her since springtime, I think.

Did she see him regularly?

Oh, yeah, sure.

She's epileptic, so she'd
see him for the bromide.

She hadn't had a fit in years,

but an ounce of prevention,
as they say.

- Did she work outside the home?
- She did.

Annie was a home nurse.

A real caring sort.

Presumably you asked after her
at her workplace?

It was private homes, mostly.

I never took much notice
of where she was working

and who she was nursing.

I never took
much notice of a damn thing.

Wasn't much of a husband, was I?

We all make mistakes.

Yeah. Thanks.

Last place she lived
is just down this way.

How are you feeling, Doctor?

Oh, fine.
Thank you.

I was hoping to catch William.

I've not seen him today.

I just stepped out for a moment.

I thought he was coming here.

He's likely at home.

You both need some time,
I'm sure.

Well, one can't sit around
feeling sorry for oneself.

I'll find him.

Thank you.

It appears the head and each leg
was severed with the same blade.

- Are you certain?
- Yes.

The arms, though...
Those were removed differently.

Each arm took multiple hacks
to be severed.

You seem to have steeled
your nerves, Constable.

I'm using the transitive law,
Miss Hart.

This torso is just an ant.

Well executed.

The wounds look similar.

How can you be sure
a different implement

was used to take
the fellow's arms?

You mean
because I'm not a doctor.

Well, yes.

Despite what you may think,

I don't sit around
twiddling my thumbs all day.

I've read every book
in Dr. Ogden's library.

There are several chapters
on the removal of limbs.

If you're interested
to have a read.

What if we find her
and she doesn't want you back?

I suppose
I could tell her I'm sorry.

End things on an up note,
you know?

Do you think there's hope
for reconciliation?

I like to think so.

But some things
are just too broken to fix.

This is it here.

As I said,
she moved on months ago.

Well, at least one person
wasn't aware of that.

A Mr. Frank Gage.

Yes.

I think he was
one of her clients.

Mr. Gage?

Mr. Gage.

I'm Annie's husband.

Do you remember Annie?

Annie's a lovely girl.

- She used to cut my hair.
- Yes.

Does she still come by,
take care of you?

The new girl is Miss Turner.

Miss Turner
doesn't like me to have sweets.

Mr. Gage,
when did you last see Annie?

No Annie.

Miss Turner is the new girl.

He's confused.

At any rate, it seems clear

that she doesn't work here
any longer.

Which would explain why he sent
the letter to an old address.

Damn it.

Mr. Gage?

Miss Turner
doesn't like you to have sweets.

No, sir.

Meat and potatoes, she gives me.

Meat and potatoes.
Meat and potatoes.

Meat and potatoes.

- Then who gave you these?
- Oh.

Mr. Gage, did Miss Turner
cut your hair this week?

No. I told you.
Annie does that.

Annie cuts your hair?

Did she cut your hair this week?

Was she here?

He said Annie cuts his hair.

- Maybe she was here.
- I believe she was.

Then she could come back.

We could just wait here for her.

That won't be necessary.

Thank you, Mr. Gage.

Why?
Where are we going?

I believe I know where she is.

Thank you.

Ah, yes.
Here we are.

Where are we?

This is where my wife likes
to buy Danish pastries.

Like Annie did for Mr. Gage.

Maybe she lives
in the neighborhood.

- But, wait. You said...
- If Annie lived here,

she would still be working
for Mr. Gage.

But he has a new girl,

suggesting that Annie
has moved out of town...

Too far to still work for him,

but not so far that she
can't visit every few weeks

for a haircut and a treat.

Somewhere just outside of town.

This coach goes to Markham
and back every day.

Judging by the location
where the torso was found,

we have to assume
it traveled down the Don River.

I've identified the locations
here, here, here, and here

of every industrial facility
along the Don

that operates blades large
enough to bisect a homo sapien.

- What?
- Chop a chap in half.

Young Brackenreid,
I want you to call

on every one of these places

to see if, well...

see if any of their employees
are murderers, I suppose.

- Yes, sir.
- I must say, this.

Fantastic. I really should
get one of my own.

Constable? It seems
something's troubling you.

How so?

There's an expression
on your face

that suggests you have
a thought in your head.

Do you remember I asked you
about visiting Paris?

No.

And then I was away
for some time?

- No.
- No. Well, in any case, I did.

- I went to Paris with Nina.
- Mm.

And she wants to go again,
but for good.

So you're considering
leaving us all behind?

I don't want to.
My whole life is here.

But I could imagine
a life there.

I don't know.
If I...

If I don't go, I lose Nina.

If I do, I lose everything else
that's dear to me.

One loss
doesn't outweigh the other?

The enormity of either
seems too great to contemplate.

Well...

I can't give you any advice.

But I can tell you what I know.

I know that we spend
our whole lives

holding on to what we have.

We fear loss
as much as death itself.

But without loss,
there is no change.

Without change, there is no?

Life.

Detective.

You realize
there's nothing written

on the blackboard, right?

Uh, yes, but it provides
a frame of reference.

Markham, eh?

What a dump.

We'll be back at it at daybreak.

No need for indulgences.

Sorry.
I didn't mean to complain.

I sure am thankful, Detective.

I've been searching
for Annie for months,

and you've nearly found her
after only a day.

Perhaps we've nearly found her.

We mustn't get too excited.

So, why are you doing
all this for me?

I suppose I can relate.

How's that?

Something with your wife, huh?

Well...

I won't pry.

But I know
it must be trouble at home.

A man like you is sure to be
married to a hell of a woman.

Pardon my language.

You're not
such a bad detective yourself.

She is one hell of a woman.

So, what happened?

I said some things,

some terrible things
that are unforgivable.

At the worst possible time.

Will you go back?

I don't know that I can.

Some things
are too broken to fix.

You don't know that.

Not till you try.

She did something that goes
against everything I believe.

She knew how I would feel,
but did it anyway.

In response, I was cruel.

The truth is, those things
have been between us

since the very beginning.

I suppose it just took
this long to push us apart.

Well, in that case,

maybe I'm not the only one
who could use a second act.

Not a single factory
reported a suspicious employee.

And no evidence
of a bloody incident?

None, sir.
I asked.

Whoever did this
worked carefully to dispose

of every part of the body,

most of which
we still haven't found.

It makes sense they would have
cleaned the scene of the crime.

What about other facilities?
Further away from the Don?

But how far away?

What we need is more information
about the victim.

If only the coroner
was available...

I can do the postmortem.

I've seen Dr. Ogden do it
a million times.

But you've never
done it yourself?

Did you solve your first case,
Detective?

Of course.

Even though
you'd never done it before?

I suppose you have a point.

I certainly do.

Annie lived next door to me.

Lived?

Where did she move to?

She didn't move.
She died.

Oh, God.

Are you quite sure?

I heard that they found her
in the bath.

Some ailment had come over her.

A seizure?

I'm so sorry.

I just attended the service

over at Leonard's
Funeral Parlor this morning.

The notice
was in this morning's paper.

Is he gonna be all right?

He was her husband.

And he didn't know?

How awful.

The man who rents the rooms
was clearing out her things.

I believe they're still inside,
if he'd care for them.

And you spoke to him?

Yes. He's fine.

I see.

So, when is he coming back?

- I don't know.
- He is coming back?

I, uh...

No need to lie to me
on his account.

You didn't even speak to him,
did you?

No, but I know Murdoch,
and I know what he's thinking.

And I know he'll be back
when he gets his head right.

- We just have to be patient.
- Oh, is that so?

Funny thing. I used to think
I knew him, as well.

When he returns, you'll see.

That's just it.

I'm no longer sure
I want him to come back.

I understand you being angry...

I had a life
before William Murdoch.

I can have one again.

My desk, Miss Hart.
I'm not gone quite yet.

What have you?

Detective Watts
had a pressing case.

I suggested we wait
for your return,

but he urged me to proceed.

Rightly so.

The victim remains unidentified?

Yes. I'm examining
the stomach contents now

to see if they can help us.

All that we know so far
is that he was found in...

Miss Hart,
we have a puzzle for you.

Oh, Doctor.

Welcome back.

We'll make this
a two-coroner puzzle, then.

Inspector?

It's an arm.

Washed up on the banks
of the Humber.

We need to know
if it's a match.

Let's take a look.

It must be from the same person.

How many stray arms
could there be?

I believe I may have
found our murder weapon.

William.

- What do you think?
- Yes.

That looks about right.

William.

- Dr. Ogden?
- Doctor?

Do you concur?

Yes. Of course.

Miss Hart knows the details
of the case better than I do.

Excuse me for just one moment.

I want to see Annie.
Annie Beckett.

- I'm her husband.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- The service has concluded.
- We understand.

But if we could see the body,
just for a moment.

Well, what I mean is, there
is no body to see any longer.

The cremation took place
directly following the service.

Her minister told me
that was her wish.

I'm very sorry.

It's our standard procedure

when there's no family
to dictate proceedings.

I see.

Thank you for your time.

Of course,
I can offer you the remains.

Though you may want
to purchase a receptacle.

Because the torso was found
at the mouth of the Don,

we assumed
it traveled downriver.

But with the arm being found
along the Humber...

we must infer the disposal site
was actually in the west.

Therefore, the torso
simply traveled further,

all the way down to the lake,

where its currents
moved it hither and yon,

eventually delivering it here.

What happened to the rest?

I doubt they'll ever be found.

Detective?
I have the postmortem results.

Tremendous.
And?

There was one item of note.

Shortly before death,
he'd taken a pill.

Largely undigested.

- Were you able to identify it?
- Yes.

I used to formulate
and sell vital amines myself.

They're composed of ferrous
and magnesium sulphates.

A patent medicine.

Dr. Williams' Pink Pills
for Pale People.

Yes, those.
You know them?

I take them on occasion.

They're good for building
strength and stamina.

No, they're not.
But, by all means, enjoy.

I don't believe this pill
was from Dr. Williams.

No?

I'm very familiar with
patent medicines, Detective.

Dr. Williams' pills,
as ineffective as they may be,

are unadulterated.

This one contained arsenic.

He was poisoned?

Certainly not.
It was a trace amount.

Then you're not sure
who made the pill?

Arsenic is not uncommon
in and of itself.

But when mixed with
the other two ingredients,

there's only one product
that matches the composition.

- Do tell.
- It's one of Allman's.

He's a Toronto pharmacist

who makes and brands
his own medicine.

And where would
his pharmacy be located?

Weston Road,
just north of the Junction.

Weston Road,
just north of the Junction.

Very near to the Humber.

The coach for the city

leaves at quarter past 7:00
in the morning.

I'll wake you.

I doubt
I'll be sleeping much tonight.

We may be parting ways
before getting on that coach.

You're not
going back to Toronto?

These are all the things
from her rooming house.

There's not even anything here.

How do you mean?

Nothing that means anything.

Nothing that reminds me of her.

It's just things
anyone would have.

- No books.
- No books, no jewelry.

It's like everything that would
have meant something to her

is missing.

I've given it some thought.

And I've decided to take
some time away from the morgue.

Good.

- I don't know for how long.
- Take as long as you need.

I'I have a word
with the chief constable.

We'll find someone
to fill in for you.

And you'll be welcomed back
whenever you're ready.

I don't know if I will be.

I went there today.

Trying to return
to my normal life.

And when I looked up,
instead of William,

there were three strangers
looking back at me.

All engrossed
in some gruesome puzzle.

He'll be back.

It's not about William.

For more than 10 years,
I've been mired in death.

- Why? For what?
- To help people.

To put the guilty away
and set the innocent free.

Of course, I'm not saying that
what I did was without merit.

I'm just saying I don't think
I want to do it anymore.

It's not a factory exactly,

but there is somewhere
we should look.

- And where's that?
- It's an abattoir.

Interesting.
Everyone accounted for?

No employees
suddenly fleeing town?

The shift manager went round

and accounted
for every man on the floor

while I was
on the phone with him.

But that was only the day shift.

There is a night shift.

With only two workers.

Not just interesting.

Very interesting.

- You're a police officer.
- Yes.

I-I mean, what?

I didn't think you were.
You didn't think you were.

But here we are.

Suddenly, the uniform fits.

It's the same uniform.

But you have grown into it.

Meanwhile,
after an extensive interview

with the patent-medicine
pharmacist,

I came away
with the name of a man

who regularly purchased
the pills in question.

- And you know what?
- What?

He's a butcher.

With me, Constable.

I've given your proposal
a great deal of thought.

And have you decided?

- I have.
- So0?

Well, I can't tell you
quite yet.

I don't feel
I've impressed upon you

the extent of my deliberation.

I mean,
this was a real dilemma for me.

I'm sure it was.

Yes, well, on one hand,
there's you.

And you mean the world to me.

But then there's everything else
in the world that I hold dear.

It's a difficult choice.

If I was you, I'd be flattered.

I mean, here I am,
equating you, one person,

to all the other people and
places and things in my life.

It's very impressive.

I'm flattered by every minute
you spend with me, George.

All right.
Don't get saucy.

Here the thing.

I have a proposal of my own.

If I'm going to be with you...

...If I'm gonna turn my back
on all those other things,

I want to give you all of me.

Nina Bloom...

...will you be my wife?

- No.
- No?

No. I'm sorry.
I can't, George.

Well...

There are stains
on these clothes.

Very unusual.

I believe
they're from formaldehyde.

Why would she have
been working with that?

The funeral home.

Perhaps she knew
someone there...

or she worked there.

With dead bodies?

You said she had
experience cutting hair.

If she had recently moved
to Markham and needed work,

perhaps she took
what she could get.

So...

So, what does any of this mean?

What are you doing?!

These aren't human ashes.

They're the wrong density.

This is wood.

This is from a fireplace.

I don't understand.

No, it's good.
It's good.

It means your wife
may not actually be dead.

The people at the funeral home
were covering something up.

If she did work there, which
would explain these stains,

then perhaps they're doing it
on her behalf.

Which means they helped her
to fake her own death.

But why?

She wanted people
to believe that she was gone.

That she hadn't just left town.

She was running
from something...

...or someone.

You're right about that,
Detective.

It's always important
to consider

where your next meal
is coming from.

Mr. Lloyd Dixon?

Can I help you?

Oh, the Constabulary.

Well, this is
for a Mr. Melvin Kulik.

To tell you the truth,
Melvin's running late.

- I'm helping him out.
- Oh.

So if we wait around,
we'll get to speak with him?

Or is Mr. Melvin Kulik dead,
Lloyd?

No. As far as I know,
he's just late.

Maybe sick?

- What do you mean, "dead"?
- Detective.

Perhaps you used this
to cut your friend's arm off?

It was an accident.

Strange sort of accident,
removing a man's limbs.

- And head.
- Yes, and head.

We were fooling around.

Melvin put his head
under the blade.

I-I didn't mean to hit
the switch. I swear!

Come on to the station house,
Mr. Dixon.

It was an accident!

I just didn't know rightly
what to do.

Slicing off the man's legs

isn't the answer most people
would come to, Lloyd.

Just go back
to where you came from!

I'm not finished with you yet!

Thought you could get away
from me?

You lied to me.

- Why did you bring him here?
- Shut up, Annie!

Now, you've done your job,
Detective.

Now leave and let Annie
and me here settle this.

This has gone far enough,
Mr. Beckett.

Don't do anything else
you'll regret.

Thank you for your help.

I didn't tell you everything
about my lovely wife, Detective.

How she's the one
who started me gambling

'cause she needed someone
to stake her.

Isn't that right, Annie?

You'd never had so much fun
in your life.

You're right...
It was fun.

My life was perfect till you
took everything and disappeared.

- Stole it all.
- You wouldn't have made a penny

if it wasn't for me.

Useless man.
Thick in the head!

- Shut up, Annie.
- Do something about this!

You're the one
that led him straight to me!

- Do something!
- He won't be leaving here.

Imagine my luck
when the great William Murdoch

walked into my bar
and sat down right next to me.

But now I'm finished with you,
Detective.

Well, I'm not finished with you.

Another step, and I'll kill her.

Kill him!

Put the knife down.

You never should have
brung him here.

I know.
Now put the knife down.

I just wanted a new life.

Don't you get it?
I just wanted a new life!

Put the knife down,
and you have it.

We all do.

I do understand.
Loss changes us.

And although
you spoke emotionally,

you were
not altogether incorrect.

I may have rushed our study
to the trial stage prematurely.

At my own urging.

I wanted this child very badly.

I need to accept
that being a mother

is a door that's closed to me.

The results don't indicate that.

In fact, we achieved
much greater success

than we may have hoped.

That might be true.

But if you do try again,
it won't be with me.

- You wanted to see me?
- I do.

About yesterday...

you caught me off guard.

So I wasn't
the only one surprised.

I suppose there's a part of me

that can't believe a good man
like you would want to marry me.

Well, a good man asked.

When you proposed,

I was suddenly thinking
a thousand things all at once.

I was thinking
how beautiful the ring was

and how sweet you are.

And I was thinking
how I never wanted to marry,

but that maybe I could.

Maybe you could come to Paris,

and we could spend
our wonderful lives together.

And I was thinking
that I'd be happy doing that.

And then you said no.

Because I know what you want.

You want a wedding,
and a wife, and a family.

And I think that that's lovely,
but...

...I'm not gonna be able
to give you that.

Well, how do you know?

Sometimes the things
that people want can change.

Who's to say
I still want all that?

How do you know
I wouldn't give it up for you?

If you only wanted just me,

you would have said yes
to Paris.

The ring said the rest.

Come here.

Dr. Ogden.

- Tom.
- Is Murdoch home yet?

No.

And I'm sorry, Tom,
but I can't discuss this.

- No, of course not.
- Thank you.

Look, I wanted
to tell you something.

When you lost your child,
I didn't say anything.

I thought these things
were better left unsaid.

I-I really...
I don't need to...

Julia.

Losing a child
is a terrible thing.

I don't care if it's an unborn
baby or fully grown adult.

It's the worst pain
that you and Murdoch

have had in your lives together.

But you'll get through it.

Both of you.

Do you believe so?

Yes, I do.

Take time away from the morgue.
Of course.

But promise me one thing.

What's that?

No letters of resignation today.

You're not thinking clearly
at a time like this.

Sometimes crisis brings clarity.

You might be right.

But don't make any decisions
that you can't undo.

I must say,
the morgue suits me much more

than I ever expected.

The science, the precision,

the puzzling out
of obscure details.

Dr. Ogden's absence
allowed me to realize

I'm quite capable
of doing it on my own.

I do worry about her, though.

She's been rather distracted
as of late.

Erratic, emotional.

It's quite sad to see.

She does mean so much to me,
after all.

Sounds to me
like you'd be better off

running the place yourself.

Well... I'm not nearly
finished with my schooling yet.

I suppose I do have years
of medical experience.

I had a thing or two to do
with solving your case.

What exactly are you after?

- After?
- You ask me here.

You tell me the doctor's
no longer up to the task.

I'm thinking you want me
to do something about it.

Well, I can't bring
any of these concerns

to anyone at Station Four.

They'd all defend
the detective's wife

no matter the circumstance.

So you want me
to go around them

and pass word of her performance
to the chief constable.

I simply want you
to tell the truth.

Why would I help you?

Because you want to.

Is that right?

Yes, Inspector.

You and I are going to be
the best of friends.

Or more than friends.

I'd like to be alone, George.

If that were true, sir,
you wouldn't be so easily found.

I asked Nina Bloom to marry me.

- Good for you.
- She said no.

- I'm sorry.
- Well, that's just it, sir.

I'm not so sure I am.

I mean, I was devastated
in the moment, of course,

but as I walked away, I felt...

light.

Felt as if a load
had been lifted.

I mean, she's an extraordinary
woman, but, for me,

for the things
I truly believe I want,

she's not the one.

Do you know what I mean?

I believe I do.

Which makes me think,
"If somebody was so fortunate

as to find that person,

why would
you ever throw that away?"

I don't think
she'll have me back, George.

Of course she'll have you back.

I lost my temper,
said some things.

Who hasn't done that?

Some things I may even believe.

Well, sir,
what's more important to you?

Those things or her?

Both.

Well,
if you'll beg my pardon, sir,

perhaps you should find out

if those two things
could exist together.

Another mystery for me to solve,
eh, George?

You don't need to be
William Murdoch

to solve that one, sir.

She's the one for you.
You know it, I know it.

Hello.

Hello, William.

You're leaving?

I don't know quite what to say.

But if you want to leave,
that's certainly your right.

You don't need to tell me that.

- I was hurt.
- We were both hurt.

What I did was inexcusable.

In your eyes, at least.

It's possible
we'll never find common ground.

I know.
But it doesn't matter.

We are not the same, Julia.

We've been different
every day of our marriage.

But I count
every single one of those days

as the happiest in my life.

And that's enough?

I think so.

Are you certain?

If we never have a child,
it doesn't matter.

What matters
is that we're together.

Your love means more to me
than everything.

William.

Please don't go.

I won't.

I'll tear the ticket up.

- No.
- No?

Let's buy another one.