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[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Music continues ]

HIGGINS: Streets are
for driving, animals!

Hey!

Evening, Peter.

Morning, Henry.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Dundas and McCaul, driver.
-Hey, pal, I was here first.

Driver, how much to take me
to Reggie's?

Room for one more?

I'm just popping over
to the Dancing Horse.

MAN:
Hey! Quit pushing.

MAN: You quit it, Mac.
I'm broad-shouldered by nature.

Driver, how much to take me
to Reggie's?

Ow!
What the hell was that?!

All right!
That's enough!

Now, one at a time,
tell me where you're going,

and I'll drop you off in order.

Nickel a block.
No haggling.

MAN: This is ridiculous.
Dundas and McCaul.

Hey!
Watch where your hand's going.

[ Music continues ]

-MAN: See you later.
-Night, ma'am.

Hm.

All right, mister.
One more time.

Where to?

Mister.

Drunks.
[ Sighs ]

Come on, pal.
Wake up.

What...

Oh, no.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

That's when I turned around
and saw that he was dead, sir.

You didn't notice anything?

The man expired
three feet from you.

My main concern
was getting my passengers

to their destination, sir.

I'll get you
to a destination, Higgins.

-Excuse me.
-What have you, Miss Hart?

Pardon my interruption,

but I think you'll want to take
a look at this.

It appears he had been injected
with a toxic substance.

Foaming indicates
his breathing was constricted,

which is consistent
with poisoning.

MURDOCH: Any idea what type
of poison was used?

Not yet. I'll know more
once I have him open.

Thank you, Miss Hart.

Murdered.
Well done, Higgins.

Henry, what can you tell us
about the other passengers?

Not that much, sir.

I didn't recognize any of them
except Peter.

-Peter?
-Guthrie, sir.

The owner of Scott's Diner.

I often take him to work
first thing in the morning.

And the others?

Like I said, sir,
I try to focus on the driving.

But I do remember that one
of the men wore an eye patch.

Dundas and McCaul, driver.

Anything else?

Well, there was the victim,
of course.

Also -- yes -- one of the women
wore a scarf around her head.

A scarf.
Excellent.

I suppose we can close
the case now.

Carry on, Henry.
Any other details?

The other woman had some sort
of burn or birthmark on her arm.

I wish I could be more helpful,
sir.

That's not something
the public wants to hear

from a police officer, is it?

How much sleep have you had
in the last few days, Higgins?

[ Sniffs ]
You smell like a bloody raccoon.

Sir?

Ah. Well, that solves
the identity question.

You said you picked him up
at King and Spadina?

Yes, sir.

That's not far from MacRury's.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I've spent a fair amount of time
in places like this, Murdoch.

Used to be a bit of a shark
when I was younger.

I've never actually played, sir.

You're joking.

This is a game of angles,
precision, foresight, physics.

Man of your intellect,
with a bit of practice,

might not be half bad.

Oh.
Oh, yeah.

The patron saint of whiskey?

Close.
Wendell MacRury.

He started this place.

Help you?

Toronto Constabulary.

We need to speak
to the governor.

Is he around?

Been dead almost a month.

Someone shot him
right where you're standing.

I'm the owner.
Lucille Anderson.

Miss Anderson,

we're investigating the murder
of the man who owned this.

-Buckles was murdered?
-I'm afraid so.

We need to know if he was in
your establishment last night.

Well, sure.
He's here almost every night.

What time did he leave?

Uh, I-I couldn't say
for certain.

But I know who could.

-Gents.
-Dillinger. Good to see you.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Buckles collected his fair share
of enemies.

Still, I don't know
who would have done this.

Were you with Mr. Buckles
last night?

Yeah, till around midnight.

Then I went over to Pumpkin's
on Bathurst.

Mr. Dillinger,
did anything happen last night?

Did Mr. Buckles do
or say anything

that could aid
our investigation?

Not that I recall.
We just did what we always do.

Chiseled a mark.

You swindled someone?
That's definitely noteworthy.

Who was the mark?

Digby Pears.
Heavy gambler.

He come in last night bragging
how much he'd won at the track.

Dumb donkey was begging for it.

Is it possible this Mr. Pears

discovered what the two of you
were up to and took revenge?

I suppose.

I left after I played my part,
so I can't really say.

Fancy a game?

Sure, Tiny.

Excuse me.
Rent's due.

I can't believe I lost it all.

Again.

MURDOCH:
Mr. Pears, were you aware

that you were being grifted
last night?

Halfway through the last game,

I sobered up enough
to put it together.

But the money was long gone
by then.

You know what they say.
Easy come, easy go.

You know, I don't know
what idiot actually says that.

What time did you leave
the billiard hall?

I'm -- I'm not exactly sure.

Shortly after the last game.

Where did you go?

Home, to explain to my beautiful
and understanding wife

that we won't be able
to afford rent this month.

Again.

She can corroborate this?

She can.

Mr. Pears, did you arrange for

or hire anyone
to kill Mr. Buckles?

O-Of course not.
No.

I-I was angry, yes.
Embarrassed.

But...I've learned to lose,
Detective.

It comes with the territory.

[ Chuckles ]
Ask my wife.

He had motive,

but it doesn't appear
Mr. Pears was in the taxicab.

I suppose it's possible
he paid someone else

to administer the poison.

It's also possible that Buckles
was poisoned before he got in.

Miss Hart has confirmed
the toxin was in fact antimony,

which is fast-acting.

That suggests that the killer
was in the automobile.

But why go through
all that trouble?

There are easier ways
to stick someone with a needle.

Perhaps the intention
was to confuse.

A crime in plain sight.

Perhaps.

What about the owner
of the diner?

I was just on my way there.

I'll come with you.

Henry takes me to work
some mornings.

It's less expensive
than a hansom,

and the conversation's better.

With Higgins?

Mr. Guthrie,
what can you tell us

about your taxicab ride
last night?

Well, it was frustrating.

How so?

I was stuck in a car
full of drunken louts.

I get enough of that in here.

Do you recall anything unusual
about the other passengers?

Any animosity between them?

Well, there was some jostling,

but nothing
particularly violent.

Everyone in Toronto has
a certain amount of animosity

at night.

It's just the way animals are.

Animals?
What makes you say that?

My diner opens at 4:00
in the morning, Inspector.

People that come through
that door at that time

aren't coming from church.

Nothing good happens
after midnight.

Did you happen to recognize
any of the other passengers?

There was one man.
He -- He wore an eye patch.

He's been in here before.

Oh, yes. Constable Higgins
told us about him.

Do you know his name?

Uh, Frank, I believe.

Anything else?

He carries a knife. I know that.
And he's not afraid to use it.

He went after someone
in that very booth

just a few months ago.

I see.

Hang 'em all, Detective.
Let God sort them out.

[ Engine humming ]

Well, this --
this is a surprise.

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

I saw you through the window,
and I thought,

"We're neighbors.
Why not?"

[ Laughs ]

Would you like a cup of tea?

My.
It really is...something.

Is there an echo in here?

Hello-o-o!
[ Laughs ]

It can feel quite spacious.

Well, I can't say I'd want to
live in a place like this,

but to each their own.

Don't you miss having doors?

Where did you and Mr. Huckabee
live before moving here?

Kingston.

Raymond wanted to live
someplace warm, so here we are.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh.

I'm joking.

Oh!
[ Laughs ]

Well, it has been
quite stimulating

having you as neighbors.

William mentioned the potted
duck you made was delicious.

Quite the charmer, that man.

You'd better keep an eye on him.
[ Laughs ]

Speaking of ducks,
what is that odd bird statue?

I've never seen anything
quite like it.

Oh, it's a --
it's a pelican, actually.

We brought it back from Ecuador.

Ecuador.
Hm.

Our old neighbors, the Peters,
were also travelers.

She'd collect these funny
little salt and pepper shakers

wherever they went.

Oh.
Are you still in contact?

No.
They died mysteriously.

So, Dr. Ogden --
[ Laughs ]

"Doctor."

[ Snorts ] It sounds so funny
when I say it out loud.

[ Laughs ]

Well, y-you can call me Julia.

Julia.

What say we liven things up
a bit, hmm?

[ Chuckles ]

Oh.
It's -- It's still very early.

Oh, it won't be for long.
[ Laughs ]

I suppose not.

To new friends.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Well, I don't know how it works,
but it does.

You just have to fiddle with it
a little bit.

Oh, Henry. Stay right there.
I have something for you.

Getting ready for another jaunt
around the city, are we?

Perhaps tonight someone will get
killed in the front seat.

Then you might actually
get to see it.

That would be awful, sir.

Ta-da.

This way, you'll be able to see
everything happening behind you.

Sir, that is brilliant.

How ever did you think of it?

It's a mirror.

Well, it's perfect.

Don't encourage him, Murdoch.

Not to worry.
I'll be on high alert, sir.

Right. I've heard enough.
Good evening, gentlemen.

Henry, are you quite sure
about handling two jobs?

You seem a bit frayed lately.

Oh, I've been quite tired.

Unbelievably tired,
if I'm honest, sir.

But my goal is to earn enough

so that Ruth won't have to work
anymore.

She's sacrificed so much, sir,

experienced such terrible
misfortune.

Frankly, it's the least
I can do.

Right, then.

Be careful out there.

Thank you for your concern.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Follow the pea.
Follow the pea.

Starts in the middle.

Who knows where it may be?

Take a guess.

-That one.
-Oh.

Try again, friend.
Another nickel, another guess.

-That one.
-Hmm.

Out of luck today, mister.

-Back of the line.
-All right, everybody.

That's enough. Game's over.
Move on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I got a game going on here.

If you want in,
you'll wait your turn.

Toronto Constabulary.
I said move on.

And if you don't want to feel
the back of my hand,

you'll be quick about it.

Thanks a lot, copper.
That's my dinner for tonight.

I'll tell you what.

They're serving bread stew
down in the cells tonight

if you fancy it.

If you don't, move on.

[ Laughs ]

[ Door closes ]

Julia?

Oh.
Did you just arrive?

I'm just leaving, actually.
I start in an hour.

Oh.

I'm getting used to
only seeing you

on your way to somewhere else.

Well, with a little
more seniority,

I'll be able to choose
the more coveted shifts.

Say no more.
You're needed.

That is odd.

What's odd?

The clay pelican we brought back
from Ecuador.

It's gone.

Oh.
Where could it have gotten to?

No.

You thinking something?

Goldie was admiring it
earlier today.

But...
No. S-She wouldn't.

Would she?

HIGGINS:
This is it. That'll be 40 cents.

Forty?
[ Burps ]

That's robbery.
You must have counted wrong.

All right.
All right.

No need for that.

Take it.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Grunts ]

-Hey!
-[ Groans ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Find a constable!

[ Gasps ]

Stop!
Toronto Constabulary!

I said stop!

-Stop!
-[ Gasps ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Caribbean accent ]
I understand how this looks.

You were apprehended
leaving the scene of a murder,

covered in the victim's blood.

Not to mention the stack
of blood-soaked spondoolies

you were carrying.

All explainable.

You were in a taxicab
with Bill Buckles

the night he was murdered,
but please explain.

I don't know nothing about that.

I had seen Bill around,
but that is where it ended.

What is it you do,
Miss Chambers?

I'm a cartomancer.

What's that when it's at home?

I read tarot cards for people.

You're a bloody fortune-teller.
She's a fortune-teller.

I provide guidance

based on my interpreted readings
of the cards, Inspector.

It is no different
than talking to a priest.

Is that how you knew Mr. Pears?

Mm.
He'd been my client for years.

He always wanted an edge
on his next big wager.

Is that why he was
at your apartment --

to have his cards read?

No.
He came to get this.

Digby came to my apartment,
completely frantic.

I gave him the money,
and he left.

Moments later, I hear one set
of shouting out in the hallway.

I open the door and see him
stumbling out into the street.

Blood everywhere.

You didn't see the killer?

Not a soul.

Where were you running to?

I went to get help --
a-a copper.

I don't know.
Something.

But you know,
I was barely out the door

when that bizarre
little taxicab driver

tell me I am under arrest.

-Henry.
-Higgins.

What about the stack of bills
you took from Pears?

He must have dropped it
when he was stabbed,

so I stopped and picked it up.

You know if I had left
this money in that part of town,

it would have been gone
in 30 seconds.

Fortune-teller
with a heart of gold.

MURDOCH: I'm not convinced
she's our killer, sir.

Neither am I.

But at the moment,
we have two dead bodies.

So let's suppose
just for a moment

that Pears paid her
to kill Buckles.

It stands to reason that that's
what the money was about.

But why would she kill Mr. Pears
so close to her home?

Well, it's possible

that when he showed up
to pay her for the murder,

she killed him
to eliminate any connection --

on impulse.

But no murder weapon was found.

And before she could have
gotten rid of it,

Henry apprehended her.

She could have thrown it
down a sewer grate.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps the connection
between the two murders

is less direct.

Someone may have assumed,
rightly or wrongly,

that Mr. Pears was responsible
for Mr. Buckles' death

and went out
looking for revenge.

You mean a friend of Buckles?

Dillinger,
from the billiard hall.

[ Snoring in distance ]

Bloody Higgins.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-Higgins!
-Aah! Constabulary. Where to?!

I've told you --
If you can't separate

the taxicab service
from the police service,

you'll have to choose
between them.

Otherwise, I'll do it for you.

[ Sighs ]
I'll handle it, sir.

Get some rest, Henry.

Sir.
[ Groans ]

Hang on.
So you think I killed him?

Perhaps you felt Mr. Pears
was responsible

for the murder of your friend.

But I'm the one who pointed you
in his direction.

Which is exactly
what you would do

to remove yourself as a suspect.

You can ask anyone.
I've been here all night.

I come in around 6:00.
Been going strong ever since.

With Buckles gone,

I've got to work twice as hard
to make my nut.

Do you have any idea
who could have killed Mr. Pears?

Didn't really know the man.

Not well enough to speak
on his enemies, anyhow.

Is there anything that might
connect him to Buckles?

Like I said, I don't really kn--

No. Wait.
There is something.

Someone.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Stuart Manchester.

Manchester.

And who is that?

A bookie.
Small-time bets, mostly.

Buckles owed him money on a
wager they had some months back.

Months?
Long time to owe a bookie.

Buckles tried to pay him.
Manchester kept upping the vig.

Vigorish.
Interest on the loan.

-We know.
-Yes.

Yeah, Manchester was trying to
squeeze him,

till eventually
Bill just stopped paying.

So Mr. Manchester
may have taken revenge.

Thing is,
Manchester's got no muscle.

He only takes bets with people
he knows he can trust

for that very reason.

It wasn't like him
to try and strong-arm someone.

Perhaps he was being pressured
by someone else.

Did Mr. Manchester know
Mr. Pears?

Safe bet every bookie in town
knew Pears.

I'll contact the station house

to see if there's any record
of a Stuart Manchester.

There should be a call box
around the corner, I believe.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
-Let go of me!

Oh, it's you again?
What's this about?

-Let go of me! They're after me!
-Who's after you?

-MAN: Come on!
-[ Grunts ]

Gentlemen.

Move along.

Are you still swindling?

It's an honest racket.

What do you think
would've happened

if those men caught you?

Well, they didn't catch me,
did they?

What's your name?

Tim Little.

You listen to me, Tim Little.

If I find you're having anything
to do with swindling,

gambling, four-flushing,
or any kind of flimflam,

you're heading
straight to the cells.

-Is that understood?!
-Sure. Sure.

I understand.
I understand.

One last thing, though --

Your mustache looks like
a hairy slug!

-Oi! Come back here!
-Sir. Sir.

Mr. Manchester?

Bloody delinquent.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

A lengthy criminal record.
Mostly petty offenses.

It's not unusual
for someone like that

-to become a killer, is it?
-A distinct possibility.

Oh.

That's decomposition
is what that is.

Mr. Manchester?
Toronto Constabulary.

Speaking directly to the dead
is bad luck, Murdoch.

VIOLET:
Based on decomposition,

the body appears
to have been dead about a week.

Cause of death?
Other than the obvious.

At this point, it looks to be
the severed jugular.

Of course, I'll know more
once I get him on the table.

Thank you, Miss Hart.
Always a pleasure.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

It was damn loud
is all I can tell you.

I had to tell them twice
to keep it down.

That's when I saw him.

And when was this -- to the best
of your recollection?

Oh, I'd say about a week ago.

Thank you.

If there's anything else,
we'll be in contact.

Miss Hart thinks the body's
been here nearly a week.

No other sign of a struggle
so far.

The landlord responded
to a noise complaint

at this apartment,
also about a week ago.

A heated argument.

He says he got a look
at the other man involved.

And?

He was wearing an eye patch.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Engine idling ]

Where to?

MAN:
Borden and Bloor.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Nice night we're having.

MAN:
Just drive, Mac.

So, is Toronto home?

Just visiting?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

It's a rough town.

Not the friendliest place
for a newcomer.

Where you from?

I'm not paying you to talk.

Just trying to be friendly.

Say, you've been in my cab
before, haven't you?

You look familiar.

Just a few nights ago,
if memory serves.

A group.

What did you say?

Just that you look familiar.

You were here with, uh,
that pool player.

Oh, that won't be necessary.
We've arrived.

Lads, please take this gentleman
directly to Detective Murdoch,

with regards from
Constable Henry Higgins-Newsome.

[ Chuckles ]

These men will show you
where to go.

Thank you for your patronage.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Mr. Rizzo.

[ Door closes ]

When was the last time
you saw Stuart Manchester?

I don't remember.

His landlord said
you were at his apartment

approximately a week ago

and that the two of you had
an argument of some sort.

I don't remember.

You've spoken to men
like us before, haven't you?

Oh, tin coppers?
Once or twice.

Quite the knife you're carrying.

-Bit of a hunter, are you?
-Not against the law, is it?

Are you aware
that Mr. Manchester was murdered

with a knife
right around the same time

the two of you had
your argument?

I wasn't.

And another man, Digby Pears,
was murdered recently,

also with a knife.

Did you know him?

I'd seen him around MacRury's.
Didn't know him to speak of.

Always had empty pockets
from what I've heard.

What's this got to do with me?

We're getting to that.
Just hold your horses.

Mr. Rizzo, you were in
Constable Higgins' taxicab

the other night, were you not?

-I don't --
-"Remember." Right.

You've said that already.

Except you can shove it,
because we know you were.

Do you know a man
named Bill Buckles?

From MacRury's?
Sure.

Someone snuffed him out.

So, what were you and
Mr. Manchester arguing about?

-Money.
-Enough to kill for?

No. W--
Look, I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill any of them,

and you haven't got a lick
of evidence to prove that I did.

Now, can we speed this up?

-He's hiding something.
-Agreed.

And there is no connection
between the victims.

Mr. Rizzo and Mr. Manchester
had a heated argument

approximately one week ago.

Shortly after that,
Mr. Manchester was murdered.

Then two nights ago,

Bill Buckles was injected with
poison in a crowded taxicab.

No ties to Rizzo
that we know of,

except that they shared
the same backseat.

And the very next day,
Mr. Pears was stabbed

after leaving the home
of Donna Chambers.

Also no connection to Mr. Rizzo
to speak of.

What is the commonality here?

Well, they're all creatures
of the night, for starters.

And they all knew each other
in some way.

How did Rizzo say he knew
the other men?

MacRury's Billiard Hall.

If I recall,
the woman who owns the hall now

said the previous owner
had been murdered, did she not?

She did.

Perhaps the details from
that case could be pertinent.

I'll get Higgins to locate
the investigating detective

and case file.

MacRury's comes under
Station One's jurisdiction.

[ Snoring ]

[ Clears throat ]

Uh, sir, I'm so sorry.

Go home, Higgins.

-Take the rest of the day off.
-Sir?

You did good work last night
bringing that man in.

[ Sighs ]
Thank you, sir.

You have no idea
how much I need this.

Oh, Higgins -- sleep.
No driving.

Absolutely, sir.

Sergeant.

Sir.

I need you to go
to Station House Number One.

Be as quick as you can,
Sergeant.

Right away, sir.

[ Indistinct conversations,
bell tolling ]

Oi. Oi!
Come back here!

I said come here.

Who did that?

Where do you live?

Do you have any money?

Well, they took it all.

Come on.

Please don't arrest me.

I don't even have the shells
anymore.

-I don't have anything. I --
-I'm not going to arrest you.

Come on.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I do hope that we can make
a habit of these little visits.

Yes.
That would be quite nice.

Is everything all right?

Oh.
It's -- It's nothing.

What is it?

Don't be shy.
We're friends, Julia.

Well, it -- it may be a strange
question, but I was wondering --

Do you know
what may have happened

to our clay pelican yesterday?

Your clay pelican?

From Ecuador.
It's missing.

Oh, dear.

No, no.
I'm -- I'm afraid I don't.

Why would I know anything
about that?

Well, I just thought
you may have...taken it?

Mistakenly.

Taken it?

I-It may have fallen
into your handbag?

Fallen?

A statue of a clay pelican
has fallen into my handbag?

Well, it's not impossible.

I didn't mean to insinuate
that --

Well, you're certainly doing
a good job of it.

I just thought I would ask.

Here I thought you'd come over

because you actually wanted to
spend time with me.

I'm sorry.
I...

It wasn't my intention
to offend you.

I don't know what happened
to your pelican.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to be alone...Doctor.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Of course.

Detective Murdoch.

I recognize you from the papers.

Detective Babcock,
Station House One.

Thank you for coming in.

Uh, we're investigating
a string of murders

that may be linked to a case
you worked some weeks ago.

The MacRury murder.
I was told.

Any idea who could have
committed this murder

or any apparent motive?

Wish I could say.

No one who was there
would go on record.

I took their names,
but it was typical Toronto --

everyone out for themselves.

They didn't want
the inconvenience

of being a witness.

And was that the end
of the investigation?

Without someone willing to come
forward, the case went cold.

I'd heard the owner, MacRury,
was a gambler.

May have owed some money.
That's about as far as I got.

I see.

Uh, did you bring in your notes,
as requested?

The file doesn't go into
much detail.

Pages are earmarked,
but it's all in the file.

It just wasn't solvable
without a cooperative witness.

Thank you.

Have you got any leads?

We have a suspect in custody --
a Frank Rizzo.

Rizzo?

I hate to throw a wrench
into things,

-but he couldn't have done it.
-Why do you say that?

You want him
for the Pears murder, correct?

Among others.

Pears was murdered two days ago
when Frank was in our cells.

Drunk and disorderly.
I know because I put him there.

-Right.
-Mm.

I take no pleasure
in being the bearer.

Thank you, Detective.

And I'll return this
as soon as possible.

Oh, please.
Take your time.

Told you.

Go on.
Get out before I change my mind.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

How are you feeling?

Teeth are loose.

[ Snaps fingers ]
I've got just the thing.

Try a couple of these.

Pickled eggs.
Work wonders.

Thank -- Thank you.

Now, if you don't mind
learning me a new trade.

Sir?
I...

Oh.

Hold on to these.

All of the people
Detective Babcock spoke with

on the night
of the MacRury murder.

BRACKENREID:
Digby Pears, Bill Buckles,

Stuart Manchester...

-Frank Rizzo.
-Frank Rizzo.

They were all there the night
that MacRury was killed?

Which means
whoever killed MacRury

is also killing the witnesses.

And we just let one of them
back out onto the street.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

As with the others,

there's not much more
I can offer than what's here.

It appears he's bled to death
as a result of the stab wounds.

That makes four victims,
all on the witness list.

List?

Is this the work
of a sequential killer?

Kind of.

Whoever killed Wendell MacRury

is now eliminating all
of the witnesses to the crime.

A completist.

[ Chuckles ]
Very good, Miss Hart.

These are all of the people

Detective Babcock noted
as present

the night that Mr. MacRury
was murdered.

And these are the people
that were in the taxicab

the night that Buckles
was murdered.

These people
have all been murdered.

And we've spoken to these two.

That leaves the young woman
with the burns unaccounted for.

She must have some connection
to the billiard hall,

just like the rest of them.

How many young women do you know

that spend time
in billiard halls?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Engine idling ]

MacRury's.

Nice night.

Sure. I'm just the driver.
Why bother?

It's fine.
Hot.

You.

Excuse me?

Uh...you are
a-a billiards player?

Where are you going?

Wellington's closed.

A carriage overturned.
Cabbages everywhere.

We're going back
the way we came.

I'd prefer you just take
the main streets.

Uh-huh.

Driver?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Engine idling ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Miss Anderson,
we have some questions.

I think
you've just answered them.

Stay back.
Don't come near me.

Tell us what happened.
Perhaps we can help you.

I already told Babcock
everything.

I-I don't want your help.
I want my father back.

Wendell MacRury was your father?

More than my real father
ever was.

Wendell gave me a home, a job,
a life.

And they just let him die.

-Who let him die?
-You know who.

They were all here
the night he was murdered.

Those men said
they didn't see anything.

Liars.

-They saw.
-How do you know?

Were you here
the night MacRury was killed?

I was downstairs
when I heard the shot.

I came up,

and he was bleeding
on the floor, gasping for air.

And they just stared
as he died in my arms.

But you didn't see
who killed him?

If I had, he'd be dead as well.

Bloody racketeers.

Racketeers?

Wendell was being extorted.

He never said who,
but he stopped paying,

and he got killed for it.

Those bastards saw who it was,
and they wouldn't say.

Miss Anderson, are you admitting
to the killing those four men?

They weren't men.
They were cowards.

Put down the knife.

No one's going to hurt you.

Don't come near me.

Put it down.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Bloody hell.

-HIGGINS: Ha!
-[ Grunts, moans ]

[ Laughs ]

Well done, Henry.

Sir, I saw her coming
in the mirror.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Hoofbeats,
indistinct conversations ]

Murdoch, how's our avenging
angel this fine morning?

Ah. Miss Anderson has made
a full confession,

and the constables
are preparing her for transport.

The truth shall set you free.

-Good work, Detective.
-[ Knock on door ]

Pardon the interruption.

Detective Babcock.

I was anxious to hear details,
if you wouldn't mind sharing.

This was related to my case.

Well, it appears Miss Anderson
murdered the victims

out of revenge for their part --
or lack of --

in the murder of Mr. MacRury.

Ah. I wouldn't have thought
she had it in her.

Did she admit to his murder?

She maintains she doesn't know
who killed him.

She's confessed
to the other four.

It's up to you
to solve that one.

I do have a question for you,
however.

She insists
that she gave you a statement

on the night of the murder,

and yet it wasn't included
in your notes.

Oh.
Well, perhaps she's mistaken.

She seemed quite insistent.

Do you not remember
taking her statement?

That was a chaotic crime scene,
Detective.

You know how it can be.

I'm afraid I don't.

Did you or did you not take
her statement?

I-I don't believe I did.

Why is this important?

It's an inconsistency.

Paul!
Paul, help me.

Hey.
Paul, look at me.

How does she know
your first name?

What?

Constables!

Bring Miss Anderson
into my office.

Come here.

Miss Anderson...

...how do you know
the detective's first name?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

You said you'd keep me safe.

Why is she here?

-What do you mean, safe?
-Take her to jail!

Quiet.

Go on.

He came to me and said that he
was a friend of Wendell's

and how horrible it was that the
witnesses wouldn't come forward.

He -- He said if I wanted to
do something about it,

he'd make sure
I didn't get caught.

You conspired with her?
Why?

I didn't.
She's -- She's deranged.

MURDOCH: It was you.
You murdered Wendell MacRury.

What?
Are you completely insane?

That's why you left
her statement out.

You didn't want the police
to know she'd been there.

BABCOCK: This is ludicrous.
I'm a detective.

You scared the witnesses
into silence,

but when you thought they might
not keep your little secret,

you had her eliminate them.

Detective, is this true?

You had been extorting
Wendell MacRury,

and when he refused to pay you
any more, you murdered him.

Don't make a scene.
Keep your hands down.

Not a chance in hell
I'm going to prison.

I'm walking out of here.

-Detective --
-Back off.

[ Grunts ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Detective Babcock,
you are under arrest

for the extortion and murder
of Wendell MacRury.

-Paul.
-[ Grunts ]

[ Gasps, groans ]

Tell the devil
I'm right behind you.

Higgins, I've worked out a way
for you to keep both jobs

if that's what you still want.

Well, yes, it is.
Absolutely, sir.

Henry Higgins, meet Tim Little.

Hiya, Henry.

I'm afraid I don't understand,
sir.

Tim is gonna be your new driver.
You'll split shifts.

Well, there's nothing
I'd like more, sir,

but I can't afford an employee.

Bloody hell, Higgins.
Show a bit of ingenuity.

He'll pay you a percentage,

to be worked out
amongst yourselves.

-The rest he'll keep.
-Well, can he even --

Can you drive?

Well, not exactly, but...

He can see over the wheel.
Look at the size of him.

What else is there to operating
one of those bloody things?

Mm, perhaps a lesson or two
first.

That's good.
It's settled.

I'll leave you two
to get acquainted.

I'm gonna put the kettle on.

How old are you?

In all honesty,
I'm not too sure.

Fifteen, maybe?

I think y-- Fifteen.

Fifteen.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-William...
-[ Door closes ]

...have we been robbed?

Oh, my.

-Oh!
-Oh.

My jade!

[ Engine humming ]

[ Switch clicks, engine stops ]

Oh. The sensor
must have malfunctioned.

The house is a disaster.

I don't understand
what happened.

William, could this be
what happened to the pelican?

Open it.
See if the pieces are inside.

Oh, I-I'm sorry.

I emptied its contents
this morning.

I didn't save anything.

[ Music continues ]

I jumped to conclusions,
and I'm truly sorry.

So you found it, then?

In a way.
[ Sighs ]

It was rude of me
to accuse you of...

Being a thief.

Well, I-I didn't exactly...

You're right.
I did.

I apologize.

Do you think we could try
and be friends again?

I can't stay mad at you.

You're a mensch is what you are.
[ Laughs ]

Oh. [ Laughs ]
A mensch.

Is that a good thing?
I-I hope so.

GOLDIE:
Of course it's a good thing!

-[ Laughs ]
-A mensch. I haven't...

GOLDIE:
Oh, you are just something...

[ Indistinct conversation,
laughter ]

Shall we have another drink?

[ Billiard balls rattling ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

You've done this before.

It's, um...
What did you call it?

"Chiseling a mark."