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[ Insects chirping,
mid-tempo waltz playing ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter ]

Glenn!
Charming man.

Snuck out for my modest
little soiree, did you?

You don't know the meaning
of the words "modest"

or "little," Owen.

And you love me for it.
[ Laughs ]

[ Music continues ]

Pepper, darling!
What are you having?

Try the red.
It's delicious.

You must.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Just let yourself in!

Be a sport
and circulate the wine for me.

[ Music continues ]

Let's dance.

PARKER: The neighbor called
about a noise complaint?

I can barely hear anything.

CRABTREE: I think this is more
of a morals call.

Possible acts
of gross indecency.

PARKER: Ah. We're after offenses
against nature, are we?

CRABTREE:
You know, there are coppers

who would enjoy taking some of
these chaps down to the cells.

But you're more
of a live-and-let-live soul,

aren't you, Constable?

I like to think so,
but the law is clear.

What's the use of judging
what happens

in the privacy
of a man's own home?

We're not
the morality department.

Give me a proper crime.

Parker, I agree with you.
I can't call this proper.

But it's -- it's duty.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Hoofbeats ]

-Good evening. Toronto Consta--
-MAN: Police!

-It's the police!
-I'll go around back.

Oi!
Open up there!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Grunting ]

MAN:
Aah!

[ Dog barking ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Breathing heavily ]
Uh...

Oh.

Proper enough for you?

CRABTREE:
The victim is one Owen Paxton,

also the owner of the home.

So this was the host
of tonight's party.

It's still early.
Where did all the guests go?

They all ran out the back
when we got here.

All men, sir.

I see.

It's good to have you back,
Detective Watts.

-You enjoyed your travels?
-Yes.

Leaving the city behind
for a time

renews the spirit, Constable.

The wound on Mr. Paxton's head
matches the base of this statue.

Time of death?

Crabtree and I arrived
to break up the party at 9:40.

His body was found soon after,
alone.

The body is still warm.
Lividity hasn't set in yet.

So he died
less than two hours ago.

-Between 8:40 and 9:40.
-CRABTREE: What's all this?

Mr. Paxton was a keen
philatelist.

Is it phil-ah-telist
or phil-ay-telist?

-Stamp collector.
-Oh, I know.

When I was a boy,
I was a bit of a phila--

a bit of a philat--
From Bavaria, this one.

And Australia here.

Perhaps Mr. Paxton was a member

of the Toronto
Philately Society.

They have a club?

Hmm.

Do be sure
to give me your report

as soon as you have it,
Miss Hart.

Certainly.
As always.

Looks to me, Murdoch, like it's
a bit of a bash-and-run job.

Most likely one of the guests
at the party.

Unfortunately,
it seems they all fled

before George discovered
there was a body.

You'd think one or two
would have stuck around.

Presuming the party
was downstairs,

it's not clear the guests knew
there had been a murder.

Someone who was here
must know something.

We need to track
all of them down.

Mr. Parker, please assist
the constables downstairs

in obtaining fingermarks
from all of the wine glasses.

We might be able to identify
a party guest from this shoe.

And this wine is somewhat rare.

I'll find out who bought it.

You do that, Sherlock.

But in the meantime,
it might be a good idea

to look at these photographs
of Paxton and his chums.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Oh.
That's my butcher.

Oh.
Hawaii.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mr. Parker, uh,
you can eliminate all of these

based on whorls.

Did you not use fingermarks in
your work with the Pinkertons?

-We had a girl for that.
-Oh.

You will find that it can be
greatly advantageous

to learn the finer points
of identification.

We have a new
classification system

based on whorl, loop, and arch,

which can greatly improve
our chances for finding a match.

Our collection is growing

each time we add
a new fingermark to it.

So you want me to compare
these marks on the glasses

to all the known marks
in Toronto?

MURDOCH:
Until you find a match.

George can tell you
it's not nearly as laborious

as it may sound...
thanks to my system.

Uh, George will help you.

Actually, sir, I was wondering
if I should, um...

I've discovered that, uh,
Mr. Paxton was a member

of the local philately society.

I was wondering if I should
attend one of their meetings,

see if I can find out a bit more
about stam-- about our victim.

Oh, course.

Ah.

Uh, George?

Uh...

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Inspector.
-BRACKENREID: Jack.

Here for the usual?

I'm here on business.

This is you with your arm
around a man named Owen Paxton.

What's this about?

BRACKENREID:
He's been killed.

I need to know
what you know about it.

[ Vehicle passing,
horn honking ]

How did it happen?

I'm asking the questions.

What was the nature of
your relationship with Paxton?

We were old friends from school.

So you kept in touch.

What are you implying?

You knew about
Paxton's tendencies?

Tendencies?

Of the unnatural sort.

Considered it
none of my business.

Were you at his party
last night?

That kind of thing wasn't
agreeable to me, Inspector.

I didn't attend Owen's parties.

Not agreeable with you?

You're in a picture
with him and his friends.

I ran into them on the island.
I was being polite.

That's the truth of it.

Honestly.

Very good.

Well, that's settled, then.

Where were you last night,
Mr. Walker?

Truthfully.

I was at home.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ British accent ]
Constable Crabtree!

What a delight!

CRABTREE: Mr. Germaine!
Are you a philatelist?

I have many interests, my boy,
as you know.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is
Constable George Crabtree,

one of the city's most amiable
law-enforcement officers.

He must be here
about poor, dear Owen.

-Is that right, George?
-I am.

We were all shocked and saddened

to hear of Mr. Paxton's death,
Constable.

This is Mr. Bedard,
president of our little club.

On behalf of everyone here,
I can assure you

we are eager to be
of any assistance we can.

Well, thank you.

Um, you all knew Mr. Paxton
well, then, did you?

We are a small
but passionate assembly.

Were any of you at his, uh,
at his party last night?

Uh, not that passionate,
Constable.

[ Laughter ]

Look at all this.

You know, I've often wondered

how many stamps there are
in the world.

[ Gasps ] I sense we have
a budding stamp lover, friends.

Let me show you my
European collection, Constable.

-Mm.
-In here.

Uh, well, that's England there.

It comes as no surprise to me
he's dead, offending God

and the good people
of our neighborhood as he did.

Mrs. Emery,
you apparently telephoned

the Toronto Constabulary
several times

to complain about Mr. Paxton.

For all the good it did.

You do realize
men of that strain

are a threat to the morality
of this city?

What exactly did you see last
night that prompted you to call?

I didn't call last night,
Detective.

I certainly would have,

but as it happens,
I was out to Parkdale

having dinner with my brother
and his wife.

Mrs. Emery, did your neighbors
share your desire

to see Mr. Paxton move away?

Of course.

Did any of them argue with
the victim, threaten violence?

[ Exhales sharply ]

It was Mr. Paxton

who had the record
with the police, young man.

Are you aware of that?

Mr. Paxton was the victim
of several attacks,

as a matter of fact.

For obvious reasons.

He took no pains
to hide his perversion.

None of my warnings
seemed to deter him.

He seemed to feel entirely free
to parade it about,

with men coming and going
out of his house at all hours.

Did you see anyone in particular
coming and going recently?

Yes.

And in fact, I was able to get
the young man's name.

I can't help you.
I-I didn't know Mr. Paxton.

Mr. Seburn,
we have an eyewitness

who saw you arriving at his home
in the evenings

and leaving in the mornings.

Y-Your witness must be mistaken.

We aren't concerned with your
personal life, Mr. Seburn.

We're investigating a murder.

Perhaps you boys
don't exchange names.

Is that it?

If I'm caught up in all this,
I could lose my job.

We're merely trying to find out
who may have killed him.

My company produces a catalog
for his business.

It was my job
to show him the mock-ups.

That's all.

You weren't at a party
at his house last night?

No.

I know nothing
of his personal life.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

What did I tell you?

The lot of them --
all the same story.

Out of fear for their livelihood
and reputations.

No need to baby them, Watts.
This is the life they chose.

Uh, I'm going to see
if the wine-store operator

can give us a description of the
customer who bought that bottle.

[ Clears throat ]

Mr. Parker.

I trust
our classification system

is making your job easier.

No matches yet.

Detective, have you thought
about canvassing

known poof hangouts with
the photos from Paxton's house?

I have constables doing
just that.

Surely I can be of use
in the field.

Mm, stick with it.

Detection is often a matter
of tenacity, Mr. Parker.

It's just that I'm better
at talking to people,

and I fear I may go cross-eyed.

[ Telephone rings]

Hotel bellboys are a good source
for this sort of thing.

Station House Four.

Thank you.

That was Mr. Paxton's neighbor.

Someone has gone into his house.

All right.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Door closes,
footsteps echoing ]

You want to search the kitchen,
Detective?

Yes.
Let's start there.

[ Music continues ]

[ Grunting ]

MURDOCH:
Detective Scott.

BRACKENREID: A detective
in the Toronto Constabulary

at a party of left-footers.

I haven't said I was at a party,
Inspector.

You match the description
of the man

who bought this bottle of wine.

"To Owen, a man of far
more courage than I.

Love, from Glenn."

You and the victim were close?

We were good friends, yes.

Give us the names
of the rest of the guests

that were there that night.

I can't say I recall names.

Detective Scott, is your loyalty
to your friends or to the law?

If I knew who did this,
I would tell you.

I want justice for Owen
just as much as you do.

Probably more.

-But I know what happens next.
-Oh, yeah?

You're not gonna throw them
in jail,

harm their reputations,
cost them their jobs?

We haven't threatened you
with exposure, Detective Scott.

We will tread lightly
with the others.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Are you going to let me go
after this interview?

I'm on a case, and if I don't go
into my station house today,

my inspector will ask why.

Tell us what we need to know.

Let me investigate myself.

Some of the men who were there
will talk to me.

You were caught breaking,
entering,

and stealing
from a dead man's house.

You haven't been cleared
of suspicion in the murder.

You're in no position
to make deals, me old mucker.

You know I only went back
to his house for the book.

We don't know anything.

Give us names.

Constable Dimmick?

Take him to the cells.

Charge him with breaking
and entering.

That should loosen his tongue.

I don't believe that will work.

If we charge him,

it will amount to the loss
of his reputation and job.

That homosexual is a blight
on our entire department, Watts.

That may be.

But with nothing left to save,

he will have no reason
to help us.

Too bad.

Detective Scott may be
more forthcoming

if I speak with him alone.

I agree.

Oh, sir.

-Good news.
-What have you, George?

I found some of the stamps
I kept as a boy.

I wasn't sure
if I still had them.

I found them in a box
with some keepsakes and whatnot.

And what does this
have to do with Mr. Paxton?

Uh, well, sir, I did learn
that a-a stamp

can gain considerable value
over time

based on various things --
how rare they are today,

uh, what sort of condition
they're in,

whether there's any particularly
interesting story

as to their origin,
and so on and so forth.

And Mr. Paxton had
interesting stamps?

Without a doubt.

In fact, sir, there's a member
of the philately society,

a Mrs. MacDonald,
who offers evaluation services.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll bring over
my little collection,

let her have a look,
see what she says.

George, did you learn anything
pertaining to our investigation?

Uh, yes.
Of course, sir.

Uh, I learned that our victim,
Mr. Paxton,

was well liked
by all of his stamping friends.

And were any
of his stamping friends

at the party last evening?

Uh, no, sir.

They took pains to assure me

that they were not
that sort of friend.

-Fine.
-Right, then, sir.

I'll be sure to let you know
as soon as I find out

if this is worth anything.

DR. OGDEN:
William!

Julia.
Ready for lunch?

Uh, I stopped by to tell you
I-I can't have lunch after all.

Oh, we haven't seen each other
nearly enough

since you got back.

I know, William.
But there is a good reason.

Oh?

I've been assigned
an important patient,

the wife of an industrialist.

Oh.
Very good.

Although you're not
usually concerned

with the class
of your patients.

Not usually, no.

But since Mr. Fitzgerald
removed me from his surgery,

I-I realize I may need to be
more mindful of my reputation.

Of course.
Of course.

And I'm certain you will do
a terrific job at whatever it is

Mrs. Wealthy Industrialist
requires.

The repair of a hernia --
in her bowel!

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

CRABTREE: Now, these ones
are at least 30 years old.

They were preserved quite well.
Good specimens.

But very common examples,
I'm afraid.

So not worth much?

Oh, they could fetch
a couple of dollars.

MACDONALD: Now, this one
from Nova Scotia is interesting.

-BEDARD: Oh, yes.
-Mm.

The 1860 one-cent.

Yes.
I always liked that one.

In this condition, worth $50,
at least.

CRABTREE:
Fifty dollars!

-But unfortunately...
-It is clearly forged.

You see, Constable, the dye,
it has a perceptible green tint.

It is essentially worthless.

Don't let these two spoil
your fun, my dear boy.

Their standards are exacting.

But you obviously have
a pure love for postage.

Indeed, to have carried
these around for 30 years.

Well, I-I got them from love
letters that my aunts received.

Uh, I suppose that's
when I first embarked

down the path of philately.

Oh.
He has the heart of a romantic.

We philatelists all have
a similar story.

What can you tell us about
the investigation, Constable?

Just that it is ongoing.

No real progress just yet.

MACDONALD:
We were wondering...

...what happens
to Owen's collection.

Uh, will it go up for auction?

GERMAINE:
Vultures!

The man's body's not even cold
yet.

Owen did have a few stamps

I myself would be willing
to pay top dollar for.

[ Door opens ]

I'm sorry about my inspector.

It's my fault.

It was foolish to go back
to the house,

but I knew you'd be looking
for his friends.

We are.

You know the other men
who were there.

Give me names.

I don't have to reveal
how I got them.

And you'll let me go?

Yes.

We will drop the charges

and make sure there's no record
of your visit here.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I don't understand.

One of those men
killed your friend.

Even if I believed
that were true, Detective,

I don't know who it is.

You could take a guess.

So the men I name
can be sitting where I am?

I wouldn't be able to sleep
at night.

It's true that we can't
guarantee complete discretion.

I admire his integrity
on this point.

Whose integrity?

I had a word
with Detective Scott.

Ah. Thought he'd say more
if I wasn't there, did you?

Yes.

And by integrity, you mean he's
still protecting a murderer.

Leaving us at a loss.

There is one thing.

Constable McNabb located
the cobbler

who made a replacement sole

for the shoe Parker took
off one of the fleeing men.

Good.
Let's pay him a visit.

No, Murdoch.
You put your feet up.

I'll go with Watts.

Let's hope the cobbler's got
nothing to hide.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
horse neighs ]

I understand you're missing
a shoe, Mr. Walker.

BRACKENREID:
Close the shop, Jack.

You're coming with us.

BRACKENREID: You went
to his house that night.

Would you believe
I lent my shoes to a friend?

You lied about your relationship
with Owen Paxton.

And when you said you were at
home on the night of the murder.

I couldn't help you.

I don't know who did it.

It was easier to say
I wasn't there.

Mr. Paxton's neighbor has
identified you, Mr. Walker.

She said that you were
a frequent visitor,

at times an overnight guest.

Should have known she'd be
at her window at 5:00 a.m.

She also told me those visits
ended abruptly

approximately six weeks ago.

Good old Mrs. Emery.
She's right about that, too.

Did you and Mr. Paxton have
a falling-out?

Nothing lasts forever,
Inspector.

What happened when you saw Mr.
Paxton the night of the party?

I didn't talk to him.

You expect us to believe

you went to your
former lover's party

and it was all
just jolly hockey sticks?

MURDOCH: Perhaps you
didn't intend to argue

but it happened anyway.

No.
There was no argument.

You didn't go up to his study
with him?

No.

Your fingermarks -- these --
are on the murder weapon.

BRACKENREID:
Caught in another lie.

We were in--

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

We were close.

The breakup was --
I was not happy.

That wasn't Owen's fault.
He's a good man.

But we were different.
He didn't care about discretion.

At times, he even enjoyed poking
at people like Mrs. Emery.

But he had family money.

I own my own business,
and that's all I've got.

My reputation is my bread
and butter.

Why did you go over there
that night?

I'd been drinking.

Knew he was having a party.

I felt sorry for myself --
all alone, I suppose.

MURDOCH:
Why did you go up to the study?

I wanted to settle things
between us.

BRACKENREID:
How?

Not by bashing him
over the head.

We haven't yet said
how Mr. Paxton was killed.

I know what happened
because I found him.

I saw blood on his head
and on the statue.

You've been lying to us from
the start, and you're lying now.

SCOTT:
No. Listen.

I went over to him
to check his pulse.

He wasn't breathing.

He was already dead.

I sat with him for a minute.

Then I heard someone yell,
"Police," and I ran.

You had a falling-out
with the victim,

and you admit you were in his
house at the time he was killed.

So were a lot of other people.

Owen's parties were popular.

He made his home a safe place
for men like us.

He doesn't want to give us
any other suspects?

Let him hang for it.

Sir, fingermarks aren't enough
to convict.

He'd been to the house before.

He could have touched it
anytime.

Nonsense. He has motive.
Any jury will convict.

-I don't believe he did it.
-What?

His account was credible.

Evidence is evidence.
Put him in the cells, Watts.

[ Clears throat ]

George,
you've been investigating

the victim's
philatelist friends.

-What have you learned?
-Detective, I get the impression

they're not much interested
in Paxton's personal life.

They're more interested in who's
going to inherit his collection

now that he's dead.

Is that so?

Was his collection valuable?

Apparently he had
some hotly coveted pieces,

some so rare as to be worth
hundreds of dollars.

For a stamp.
Can you imagine?

Let's follow the money, George.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I'm flattered
you've asked for my assistance

once again, Constable.

Would you care to indulge me
as to your theory of the crime?

Well, Mr. Paxton's stamp books
were on his desk and shelf

at the time of the murder.

It's possible
someone tried to steal

one of his more valuable
stamps...

GERMAINE:
Oh.

...and killed Mr. Paxton
when he caught them in the act.

We were hoping you might notice

if there's anything missing
from his collection.

Owen was an industrious
collector.

I recently purchased a very
beautiful Macon from him myself.

Hm.

One of the most discerning eyes
in our little society.

Don't tell Mrs. MacDonald
I said so, though.

Your secret is safe with us.

He was the first in Toronto

to procure a rare Greenwood,
Virginia, for example,

on a trip to New York City
some years back.

That was a particular find.

It should be in his book
of the Americas.

He and Mr. Bedard enjoyed
a spirited competition

over their Hawaiian collections.

All in fun.

Here. I'll show you
his uncanceled Brattleboro.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Now, that is strange.

Is it missing?

Unless he moved it, but...

But I-I don't see it.

Odd.

In his Canada collection,
there ought to be a lovely set

of British Columbia imperforate,
but...

No, it-- it's not here.

These are all common specimens.

These are all common specimens.

[ Music continues ]

[ Insects chirping,
water dripping ]

What do you know about
Mr. Paxton's stamp collection?

That it was a substitute for the
children he would never have.

Ah. It appears some
of his rare stamps are missing.

What if the killer was not
one of the partygoers

but someone who wanted
Mr. Paxton's stamps?

You don't think he sold them?

He did like the thrill
of the trade.

We thought of that.

It doesn't account for
all of them.

I know where he might
have kept them.

Where?

I have an errand to run,
Detective.

It needs to get done tonight.

I don't have the authority
to release you.

I haven't heard a thing.

WALKER:
Take me to Owen's.

I'll show you
where the stamps are

if you give me an hour alone
afterward to run an errand.

Let you out, you mean.

I'll come back.

I promise.

[ Knock on door ]

DR. DIXON:
Julia.

Dr. Dixon.

Pardon my intrusion.

What brings you?

You have a lovely home.

Thank you.

I wanted to discuss something
with you,

and I thought it best
to do it away from the hospital.

-Is that so?
-Don't worry.

I have no intention of repeating
my previous bad behavior.

Uh, of course not.

[ Clasp clicks ]

I brought you my notes
on your new patient, Mrs. Acton.

-Your notes?
-Yes.

This is why I wanted to discuss
it away from the hospital.

I did the initial assessment,
but I've convinced the Actons

to pass the case along to you.

Why would you do that?

Well, I know you need the help,
Julia.

I didn't ask for your help.

A surgeon as capable as you
should not be limited

by baseless prejudice.

Thank you.

[ Door opens ]

-MURDOCH: Julia, I'm home.
-In here, William.

What --

Dr. Dixon.

Detective.

Dr. Dixon was kind enough
to drop off a file

that I-I left at the hospital.

And now my business is complete,
I'll show myself out.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

Owen had a collection of things
that weren't...

appropriate for display.

Doesn't seem like a very
safe place to keep valuables.

That's what I told him, but...
no fires in the summertime.

-Oh.
-Oh. Um...

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Missing stamps.

I have to get these
to Constable Crabtree.

I've kept my part of the deal,
Detective Watts.

What kind of errand is it
you want to do?

If I don't visit my mother
on Monday evening, she'll worry.

I don't like to upset her.

If you don't come back,
I will lose my job.

You understand?

I understand.

WATTS:
Constable.

Have you found anything?

Mr. Walker knew where Mr. Paxton
kept his valuables.

Are those the missing stamps?

Shall we have a look?

[ Clears throat ]

Do these account for Paxton's
missing stamps, Mr. Germaine?

Yes, but...

Wait.
Isn't that...

GERMAINE:
The Macon!

The one I purchased from Owen
last month.

There's the Goliad
you bought from him, Bertha.

But that's impossible.

Mine was the only one
on the market.

-Could he have had another?
-In this condition?

Is it possible these are fakes?

But why? Why would Owen
keep fakes of his own stamps?

MACDONALD:
These are genuine.

So may you have...
accidentally bought fakes?

Impossible.

We would have spotted it
in an instant.

Owen knew as much.
He would never.

Here is my Macon.
[ Clears throat ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-This is a forgery.
-WOMAN: What?

Mr. Paxton sold you all fakes.

[ Group murmuring ]

What does this mean?

It means that one of your new
philatelist chums here

might have murdered Mr. Paxton.

It's hard to tell,
but this is the fake one.

Paxton sold forged stamps

to his friends
in the philately society.

Giving any one of them
motive for murder.

They've been brought in
to be questioned.

How did you find
Mr. Paxton's secret collection?

Mm, Jack Walker knew
where they were hidden.

And he told you?

No.
He showed me.

He did what?!

I released Walker for an hour

in exchange for his cooperation
locating the missing stamps.

He's being held
on suspicion of murder.

He could be on a train halfway
across the country by now.

Could be, but in fact
he is in the cells.

It seems you were wrong
about this particular one.

That makes you lucky, not smart.

You disobeyed my orders,
Detective.

MURDOCH: However he went about
it, Detective Watts has found

a promising avenue
of investigation.

The victim had been selling
forgeries of very rare stamps.

Forgeries good enough to fool
the city's leading experts.

And the man who made them is
sitting in our interview room.

-[ Club thuds ]
-Mm. [ Exhales deeply ]

WATTS: Mr. Seburn,
when we asked ourselves

who may have forged
these stamps,

I remembered that you work
for a print company.

In fact,
you're a skilled artist.

MURDOCH: We found these
print engravings in your office

along with specially mixed
ink colors

that match the forgeries.

I illustrate catalogs.

I made these engravings
for my work.

MURDOCH:
We spoke with your employer.

None of these engravings
have ever been featured

in any catalog.

Oh.

Uh, it must have been
for a bit of freelance work.

For Owen Paxton?

[ Door opens ]

You recall we know
Mr. Paxton's neighbor saw you.

-It was a professional rela--
-BRACKENREID: Stop.

No one believes you.

Fine.

We were lovers.

Put me in jail.

We aren't interested in
indecency charges, Mr. Seburn.

-You might not be, Watts, b--
-Sir.

Please.

All right, but I'm listening
to every bloody word.

MURDOCH: You and Mr. Paxton
devised a plan

to defraud the stamp collectors
of Toronto.

The forgeries
were all Owen's idea.

He knew my work,
and he thought I could do it.

There's something about all this
I don't understand.

Mr. Paxton didn't need
the money.

Why risk his reputation
as a stamp lover

with his friends in the club?

He had a -- He had a funny sense
of humor, I suppose.

Write down all of the stamps
that you copied, please.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

All this fuss
over a few scraps of paper.

Well, we take our stamps
very seriously, sir.

Oh, it's "we" now, is it,
Crabtree?

The buyers would only
have been angry with Mr. Paxton

if they'd known what he'd done.

You said the club members

were surprised to discover
that they'd bought fakes.

Seburn's forgeries were good.

Mr. Germaine had a fake
for weeks and didn't notice.

Perhaps someone else did.

Find out which of the club
members recently purchased items

from Mr. Paxton.

Good.

In the meantime,
we can let Detective Scott

and Jack Walker
out of the cells.

No.

Every hour they're in there,

it is more likely
they will be missed.

People will ask questions.

Then take your hand
out of your pocket

and make an arrest,
Detective Watts.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

These are all the people
you know of

who purchased stamps from Owen
in the past two months.

[ Humming ]

There is one stamp on
Mr. Seburn's list of forgeries

that doesn't appear
on your list, Mr. Germaine.

GERMAINE:
Oh?

The Moldavia.

I don't know of any trade
with the Moldavia.

If it were offered for sale,
who would have wanted to buy it?

Everyone.

The Moldavia would be
the crowning jewel

in any collection.

I thought you said your European
collection was unmatched.

It is.
That is true.

Did you want that stamp,
Mr. Germaine?

Am I to understand
that you suspect me?

I didn't buy the Moldavia.

Mr. Seburn said it was made
available for sale

three weeks ago.

Didn't you make an offer?

Don't make those eyes at me,
George.

I cannot bear your suspicion.

Why didn't you make an offer,
Mr. Germaine?

Well...

...you've caught me.

Oh!
Mr. Germaine!

MURDOCH: So you did purchase
the Moldavia.

When you realized your mistake,
you confronted Mr. Paxton.

For heaven's sake.
I am not a murderer, Detective.

Then I'm afraid
I don't understand.

Days before Owen offered
the Moldavia,

I realized that my Macon
was a fake.

I pretended to be surprised
with the others

when you brought in
the genuine stamps,

but...I'd known for some time.

CRABTREE:
Right.

So you knew Paxton
was selling fakes.

That's why you didn't make
an offer on the Moldavia.

Yes.

George, can you ever forgive me?

-MURDOCH: Who did you tell?
-GERMAINE: No one.

To buy a forgery?

In our world, that is
a humiliation beyond bearing.

Well, then who did buy it?

I swear to you I-I don't know.

But if I had to guess,
I'd say it's Bertha MacDonald.

She's been particularly smug
with me these past weeks.

I did buy the Moldavia
from Owen, yes.

A beautiful specimen.

But I don't believe
it was forged.

We have the genuine stamp here.

It was among Mr. Paxton's
possessions.

So mine is a forgery?

MURDOCH:
I'm afraid so.

But why would he do this?
Owen was a friend.

Are you certain you didn't
discover the flaw yourself

and then go to Mr. Paxton's
house to confront him?

CRABTREE: You are the society's
official authenticator.

If it became known
you bought a forgery,

surely that would be
your reputation ruined.

WATTS: When did you realize
your mistake?

Just now, I swear.

Additionally,
I-I was in Kingston

the night that Owen was killed,
if that helps you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Right this way.

Ah. Mr. Seburn.
I need your assistance.

Can you confirm that
all of these are your work?

Yes.

Except this one.

MURDOCH:
That's the genuine article?

Yes.

See, that's the one I made.

CRABTREE:
The Hawaiian Blue.

To my knowledge, Owen sold that.

Mr. Bedard brought that one in.

Detective!

Fingermarks
from one of the philatelists

match the murder weapon.

Mr. Bedard, you were
the only philatelist in Toronto

in possession
of an authentic stamp

purchased from Mr. Paxton
in the past two months.

I expect he knew
he couldn't fool me.

Or you realized
that you had been fooled,

you had bought a fake.

You confronted him, killed him,

and exchanged the fake
for the real stamp.

[ Laughing ]
Of course not.

This is outrageous.

MURDOCH: Your fingermarks
are on the statue

that killed Mr. Paxton.

Can you explain that?

It must be a mistake.

He did sell you a forged
Hawaiian Blue, didn't he?

We have a witness
that can confirm it.

When did you realize
you had the wrong stamp?

When I was putting it
into my book.

The same day you bought it?

Yes.

You realized what he had done
to you.

You went to his home.
There was a party.

Yes.

I confronted him, and he
invited me up to his study.

Did he refuse to give you
the real stamp?

He went to get it...
but he was laughing at me.

As if he had cooked up
this entire scheme

just to show me up
in front of the others.

But he was giving you
the genuine Hawaiian Blue?

He was laughing at me.

MURDOCH:
You killed him.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I had the statue in my hand
before I knew it.

You then replaced the forgery
in Mr. Paxton's book

and kept the real one.

No one saw you leave?

The way his friends
were carrying on downstairs,

no one heard a thing.

And you made the call to the
constabulary about the party.

I figured that one of the guests
would be blamed.

But...I was wrong
about that much.

I understand you caught
Owen's killer.

We're releasing you without
charges, Detective Scott.

SCOTT:
That's a relief.

I can tell my inspector
I was called away suddenly --

if we can keep this between us.

I see no reason for your name
to be included in the case file.

Do you, sir?

No.

But keeping you out of
the public record is one thing.

Lying to your inspector
is another thing entirely.

He doesn't need to know.

What you're doing is illegal.

How does this affect his work?

It compromises him,
opens him up to blackmail.

I'm a good detective.

I've been with the constabulary
10 years.

I can't keep this
from your inspector.

I'm sorry.

Sir.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

You could have looked
the other way, sir.

It's not as though
we haven't done so in the past.

If he were to be found out, all
three of us could lose our jobs.

I didn't say it was right,
but it is what it is.

DR. DIXON:
Julia.

How was your surgery
on Mrs. Acton?

I trust my notes were helpful.

They were. Thank you.
I appreciate it.

Good.

I think it best, though, that
you address me as Dr. Ogden.

I'm sorry?

At work, in our
professional relationship.

Ah. I -- It seems I am
to apologize again.

-I didn't mean it that way.
-MURDOCH: Julia.

Doctor.

Ready for our evening?

I'm pleased your surgery went
so well, Dr. Ogden.

My patients await.
Detective.

Shall we?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Detective Watts.

Mr. Walker.

I wanted to thank you
for your help with the case.

It was instrumental
in catching Mr. Paxton's killer.

I'm glad.

[ Music continues ]

Did you need something else
from me?

Um, do you...

...mind if I call you Jack?

[ Music continues ]