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Are you off home,
then, Crabtree?

Yes, sir.

Then off to dinner with Effie
at the Dome.

Oh, that new posh place?

Are we paying you too much,
Crabtree?

Or is your lady friend
footing the bill?

What do you think, Murdoch?

Hmm?

I said, are we paying him
too much?

Oh, never mind.
You've been distracted all day.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Ever since Julia and I have been
staying at the hotel,

I've barely gotten any sleep.

Has the flooding at your house
not been fixed yet, sir?

The workers we engage
keep canceling.

Sir.
Allow me.

Oh.

Someone's getting paid too much.
These are lovely.

How did the flooding happen?

Our neighbors, Goldie
and Raymond Huckabee,

put in a second water line.

At the same time,
our pipes burst.

That doesn't just happen.

I think they did it on purpose.
Thank you.

Perhaps it was just
an accident, sir.

Not where they're concerned,
George.

They've taken a disliking
to Julia and I...

CRABTREE: No!

They've been curt, rude,

and, I dare I say it,
malicious.

So where are you
off to tonight?

Toronto Mercy Hospital is having
their annual fundraising dinner.

I'm only going for Julia's sake.

And in the morning,
I'm going to see Huckabee,

and I'm going to make him pay.

Hmm.

The house is across
from Detective Murdoch's.

Yes, this is his neighbor,
Raymond Huckabee.

The two have not been
getting along well of late.

And the paperboy
called this in?

That's right, sir.

He said the door was ajar,
and when he peered in,

he saw a pool of blood
on the floor.

Oof.
I hope there wasn't a murder.

It's too lovely a morning
for a dead body.

I agree.
I just finished my breakfast.

It was unusual
that Detective Murdoch

wasn't at
the station house this morning.

Yes, well, he didn't answer the
telephone at his hotel either.

I can't remember the last time
the detective was late for work.

Perhaps he dipped
into the wine again.

CRABTREE:
Toronto Constabulary!

Hello?

That's Raymond Huckabee.

Murdoch must be informed
immediately.

I'll go to his hotel myself.

I'll find the telephone
and call the inspector.

Wait, Detective.

What's this?

Murdoch?
Murdoch, are you in there?

Inspector?

What's wrong?
Do you know how late it is?

Well, we must have slept in.
I feel so thickheaded.

-Yes.
-It's called being hungover.

Uh, no, sir.
We aren't.

Look, we've got some
bad business to attend to.

-Has there been a murder?
-CRABTREE: Yes, sir.

Raymond Huckabee.

What?

-No.
-That can't be.

I'm afraid so.
We just came from his house.

And we need to talk to you
about this.

Your cufflink.

And this was found
at the scene?

CRABTREE: Right next
to Huckabee's body, sir.

This is definitely
your cufflink.

CRABTREE: You were wearing them
last night.

This is ridiculous.

Yes, it may look like one
of my cufflinks, but it isn't.

Mine are right here.

Yes, perhaps the murderer
has the same cufflinks.

I gave those to William
as an anniversary present.

-They were my father's.
-I see.

One of my cufflinks
is missing.

Oh, don't all look at me
like that.

Well, we have to ask.

Where were you last night?

DR. OGDEN:
We were together all night.

We went
to the charity event.

-Everybody saw us there.
-Yes!

-BRACKENREID: And after?
-We came back here.

I had room service
send up warm milk for me

and a sherry for Julia.

I'm afraid I don't remember
anything after that.

And then you overslept.
Did you take a soporific?

No.

But I feel as though
I took several.

MURDOCH: There's still
some liquid in the glasses.

I'll test them for sedatives.

You know, Murdoch, if anyone
else was in this position,

we'd have
arrested them already.

You had motive, and your
cufflink was found at the scene.

Perhaps we should consider that,
sir,

somebody might be trying
to set you up.

It's certainly seems
that way, George.

But who?

You can't be serious.

Oh, but I am, Mr. Crabtree.
It's all there in your contract.

I assume
you read your contract.

But that's preposterous.
Not to mention wasteful.

I run a very small
publishing house.

We don't have room
to store every dud we print.

So you're going to pulp
the remaining copies of my book?

No store will take them.
What are we to do?

Give it some time.

Your contract states
that if the print run

does not sell out
within two months,

all remaining copies
are to be destroyed.

Well, can I keep
some copies?

You have
your author's copies already.

Good day, Mr. Crabtree.

George.

Oh, Miss Cherry,
it is not a good time.

George, I thought
we were friends.

-You did?
-Friends tell each other things.

Like the fact that
Detective Murdoch's neighbor

was gruesomely murdered
in his own home.

How do you know that already?

It was in
the Toronto Examiner.

What?

Do you think the victim's
proximity to the detective

had anything to do
with his murder?

Look, Louise, even if I wanted
to help you,

Detective Murdoch has a standing
directive not to talk...

"Not to talk to Miss Cherry,"
I know.

But can you comment on the fact
that a disproportionate amount

of people close to the detective
end up dead?

Thank you for coming in,
Mrs. Huckabee.

-Please have a seat.
-What else could I have done?

Can you tell us
if there was anyone

who wished ill
on your husband?

Yes.
One man and one man only.

Detective William Murdoch.

-Now, Mrs. Huckabee...
-I will not be silenced!

I can tell you all about how
that man plagued my dear Ray.

Moving in beside him
and his wife

was the worst thing
we ever did.

I understand you've been staying
at your mother's this week.

Do you know
what time Mr. Huckabee

would have left the house
yesterday morning?

Yes, I -- I spoke to him
on the telephone

before he left
for the office.

8:00.

I didn't know it would be
the last time

I'd ever hear his voice.

That man would do all sorts
of strange things, like...

Like lend us his lawnmower
and then take it back

in the middle of the night.

Loosen the bolts
on our carriage wheels.

He even accused Raymond
of killing me.

That doesn't
sound like Murdoch at all.

I just knew no one here
would believe me.

Which is why
I brought this.

A dossier on William Murdoch.

Proof of everything
I've told you.

Are you serious?

That man and his wife

are waging a campaign
of intimidation against us.

I knew
no one would believe us,

so I hired a private
investigator a few weeks ago.

It must have been
my female intuition.

I'm a little bit psychic,
you know?

Sometime a lot psychic.

Indeed.

I discovered that I was
indeed drugged last night.

There was a sedative
in the drink,

and I've managed to isolate it.

It's called barbital.

It's a new substance.
Less bitter than bromide.

So you were both drugged.

Well, Iwas.
I only found it in my glass.

I found nothing
in William's glass but milk.

Impossible.

I definitely felt
I'd been sedated.

You'll want to have a look
at this.

What is it?

Goldie Huckabee had you followed
by a private investigator

for the past few weeks.

It's damning evidence,
Murdoch.

Circumstantial, at best.

WATTS: Did you break into
their garden shed?

Of course not.

I-I tried the door,
but it was locked.

I wanted my lawnmower back.

BRACKENREID: You loosened the
bolts on their carriage wheels.

Raymond Huckabee asked me
to tighten them.

He didn't have the right tools.
As usual.

It's your word against
this investigator

and a grieving widow.

WATTS: Yes.

We need to gather evidence that
points away from the detective.

Miss Hart should be done
her postmortem by now.

-Shall we?
-You go on.

I'm going to work
on a timeline.

I narrowed the time of death to
between 8:00 and 10:00 at night.

We were at the dinner
at that time.

That's good news for you,
then.

He had stab wounds
on both sides of his body?

Yes, three in the front,
and these three in his back.

All made
with different weapons.

Six different murder weapons,
one stab each.

Doesn't make sense.

Curiouser still, all the wounds
are at the same angle.

I also found blood
pooled in his feet,

suggesting that for a period
of time after death,

Mr. Huckabee was upright.

So he was stood up for a while
after he was killed.

Then he was laid down.
Or fell.

Did you find
any defensive wounds?

None.

I have an idea.

Given that it is
highly unlikely

that six different assailants

all stabbed Mr. Huckabee
at precisely the same time --

and no, George,
I don't believe

that it was a team
of six kung fu assassins.

Could have been
three of them.

If they all had a blade
in each hand.

Perhaps it's possible that
there was no one there at all

when Mr. Huckabee
was murdered.

So what's this, then?
Some kind of murder device?

Well, it would have required a
structure to support the blades,

attached to a trip wire,
or a switch.

Perhaps it was triggered
by the door.

When Mr. Huckabee came home,

he activated the device,
stabbing himself.

The thrust of the weapons
would have required

industrial-grade springs.

It's diabolical.

And a complex bit
of machinery, sir.

The only person I know
who could put something

like this together would be --
well...

Yes.
Well, I didn't.

But the circumstances
of this murder

are such that a device like this
could have been used

to stab Mr. Huckabee six times,
all at once.

Why would someone
go to the trouble

of building such a device?

So they wouldn't have to be
there at the time of the murder.

They would ostensibly
have an alibi.

But there was no device there.

Perhaps the killer
left evidence of it.

I've got the photographs
from the scene.

DR. OGDEN: What are these marks
on the wall?

MURDOCH: Holes.

Holes.
Y-You see?

A device could have been
bolted to the wall here.

William, look!
I knew it!

That's our pelican!
Goldie did steal it after all.

More importantly,
these holes prove

that a device could have
been bolted to the wall.

They would have had to put it up
earlier in the day

and then take it down again
after Huckabee was dead.

Ah, Miss Hart,
our little ray of sunshine.

Do come in.

I thought you would want
to know,

I examined some of
the skin samples

that I took
from around the wounds.

-What did you find?
-Finely cut grass clippings.

Grass clippings?

Didn't you and the Huckabee
fellow get into a fight

over your lawnmower?

And this deep cut here
could have been made

by a lawnmower blade.

Flooding seems
to have receded, sir.

Bit of a musty smell,
though.

All right, then, Crabbers.
Let the dog see the rabbit.

-Oh, bloody hell, this is heavy.
-Well, sir, careful.

You need to lift
with your knees, not your back.

Don't just stand there,
Crabtree.

-Give me a hand.
-Ah.

[ Both grunting ]

Why are we not
doing this outside?

It's too bright outside.
We need darkness.

Right, then.

DR. OGDEN:
[ Gasps ] William.

It can't be!

There's blood
all over this blade, sir.

And not only the blade.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.

If I didn't know you
quite so well...

I would look
very, very guilty.

You do believe him,
don't you?

That someone
is setting him up?

Of course.
Murdoch wouldn't murder anyone.

We know that, but we won't keep
this under our hat much longer.

Louise Cherry is already
asking questions.

-What about Goldie Huckabee?
-What about her?

She did steal my pelican.

She's obviously of
the criminal persuasion.

Perhaps she killed
her husband.

She was in Unionville all day
with her mother. I checked.

She told me herself

that their previous neighbors
in Kingston

died under
mysterious circumstances.

I'll send Parker to Kingston to
see if he can dig anything up.

Do you really think she could
have done something like this?

Yes, well, this murder did take
planning and ingenuity.

I wonder if she has
the mental capacity.

[ Snaps fingers ]

Has anyone spoken
to this private investigator?

Mrs. Huckabee
gave me his card.

Private Investigations Inc.

MAN:
Come in.

MURDOCH: We're looking for
a private investigator.

Ralph Fellows.

Detective Murdoch.
We meet again.

You can't arrest me.

BRACKENREID:
Oh, yes, we can.

This is
what's going to happen.

You'll spend time
in our cells,

then you'll go to trial,
and then you'll hang.

For what, exactly?

Mr. Fellows, we know
you're responsible

for the multiple murders
last year

inspired by my police manual.

And now we have reason
to believe

that you are guilty
of murdering Raymond Huckabee.

Did I work for the wife?
Yes.

Did I kill her husband?

No.
Why would I?

To frame Detective Murdoch,
that's bloody well why.

Because you're a crackpot.

Where were you yesterday,
Mr. Fellows?

I was working on a case.

I have a very successful
business, you know?

In fact,
I don't have time for this.

I have another engagement.

The only place you're going to
is the cells.

Do you feel all right,
Detective?

Getting enough sleep?

BRACKENREID: Oh, shut up.
Come on.

I cannot arrest Ralph Fellows
for the murders last year.

He'll have to be freed.

-But he's guilty!
-According to whom?

Detective Murdoch
merely has a feeling

that Mr. Fellows
committed those crimes.

No hard evidence.

I'm sure
if given enough time...

We can't keep men locked up

until we build a case
against them out of whole cloth.

I trust Murdoch.

Not only do you have
no hard evidence

that Mr. Fellows
committed those murders,

you now have no evidence
he murdered Mr. Huckabee!

The man tried to set up his
own sister for murder last year.

He's diabolical.

From what
you've told me already,

all the clues you've uncovered

point to yourself,
Detective Murdoch.

That's what he wants you
to think.

Can you tell me why he is
going through such trouble

to implicate you?

Ever since we met,
the man has been jealous

of my superior intellect.

His only goal in life
is to see me disgraced.

You sound ridiculous.

Sort this out, Inspector.

And Detective Murdoch,
stay out of this.

Before I have to
charge you myself.

The detective isn't going to
walk me out himself?

Oh, he will most definitely
be in touch.

-Your briefcase.
-Ah.

This will prove my whereabouts
two days ago.

I was on a job,
following this fellow

as he left a bawdy house.

-I'll have to talk to him.
-His name's on the back.

I'm very thorough.

I can't believe
he won't be arrested

for the previous murders.

So we'll get him
on the Huckabee murder.

We need to find out
precisely when

this murder contraption
was installed.

And when it was taken down.

I'll talk to everyone I can
in your neighborhood,

and anyone who had access
to the Huckabee house.

CRABTREE: Sir, we should have
the lads check your house.

Fellows might have left
behind fingermarks

when he brought the bits and
bobs of the contraption back.

-Very good, George.
-Be quick about it, lads.

They won't let us keep
this investigation

going on much longer.

Together we'll solve this.
Don't worry, William.

Miss Louise Cherry,
if I'm not mistaken,

from the Toronto Telegraph.

I am she.

I have some information
on the Huckabee case.

Oh?

The murderer is none other
than Detective Murdoch.

That seems very hard
to believe.

-I have proof.
-How?

Do you want the exclusive
or not?

Should be the last of it.

George!

Did you see the latest article
about the Huckabee case

by Louise Cherry?

Look, anything Louise Cherry
writes in the newspaper

should be taken
with a grain of salt.

She says your book
is "unputdownable."

Well, she gets it right
sometimes.

Apparently,
Raymond Huckabee's boss

was so taken with your book,

he couldn't stop reading it
all throughout the day.

-Really?
-Which is why he remembers

the exact time Mr. Huckabee
left work.

He only looked up

when Mr. Huckabee said goodbye
at 5:35.

At least somebody
read my book.

Wait a minute,
how did Louise Cherry

come to be speaking
to Huckabee's boss?

She seems to have
quite a bit of information.

She writes of Detective Murdoch
being both suspect and sleuth.

How did she know that?

"Mr. Ralph Fellows,
a private investigator

who has intimate knowledge
of this case,

gave me the details."

Unbelievable!

The Huckabees' housekeeper was
at the house all day until 2:00.

Mr. Huckabee left work
at 5:35.

He then proceeded
to a restaurant,

where he dined alone
until 7:30.

Afterwards, he arrived home,

greeting his
next-door neighbor, Mrs. Hager,

at approximately 8:00 p.m.

Miss Hart said he was killed
between 8:00 and 10:00.

So the contraption had to
have been installed

between 2:00 and 8:00 p.m.

Mrs. Hager told me she sat
on her front porch

between just after
6:00 and 8:00

and saw no one
matching Fellows' description.

Well, that narrows it down.

Mrs. Hager also pointed me

in the direction
of Mrs. Schmidt,

who was able to tell me
that she was gardening

between half past 4:00
and 6:00 and saw nothing,

narrowing it down further.

Do you think my neighbors
believe I'm guilty?

That's of no consequence.

It is if I have to see them
every day.

Well, if they believe you
to be a killer,

at least
you'll have your privacy.

I have an appointment
with the fellow

that Fellows was following.

I'll go see if he was indeed
at the bawdy house

between 2:00 and half past 4:00
on the day of the murder.

Fortunately, I can definitively
say where I was at that time.

Excellent.

I was interviewing
an eyewitness

in the Osbourne robbery case.

I left here at 1:30.

It was an hour ride to his home.
We spoke for 20 minutes.

An hour ride back,

and spent the rest of the day
here at the station house.

Mm.

[ Knock on door ]

MURDOCH:
Mr. Templeton.

Do I look like a fool to you,
Detective Murdoch?

No, sir?

I was just leaving.

Why was I just accosted
by a reporter

and asked why the lead suspect
in the Huckabee murder

was also the lead detective?!

Sir, I can explain.

I should hope so.

You remember I told you
that this Ralph Fellows

has a personal vendetta
against me?

Yes.
And you sounded paranoid.

I can prove it to you.

I-I just need
a bit more time.

You've got six hours.

Promise me the evening edition
will have a different headline.

-Murdoch...
-Never mind.

As much as it pains me
to admit,

Ralph Fellows
has done an excellent job

of making me look guilty
of murder.

These are the weapons and tools
used to make the contraption.

Then he put them
in your house?

He didn't just
put them there, sir.

He built the contraption
out of items already in my home.

My screwdriver, door hinges.

Even the springs from my
automated daybed mechanism.

I've been cross-referencing
the tools with the wounds.

There are five here, and I've
matched them with the wounds

here, here, here, here,
and here.

What's this one?
Looks odd.

DR. OGDEN: Yes, I've not seen
this particular shape before.

The weapon must have had
a short blade.

The puncture
is only four inches,

and there's bruising all around
in a circle.

A circle with lines intersecting
in a star pattern.

-I know what it is.
-BOTH: You do?

Yes.

When Margaret heard
about Higgins snow skiing,

she wanted to try it.

So she made me buy
all the gear.

This bruise is made by the
thingy at the end of a ski pole.

Why would Ralph Fellows
use a ski pole?

Because it's distinctive.

And there's only one place
in Toronto that sells them.

Yes.
I've got it right here.

Let me see.
Uh...

We did sell
a pair of ski poles.

I thought it was odd,
being summer.

And it was you who sold them?

Ah, no, that would be
my lazy son-in-law.

But I know the day
we sold them.

Yeah.
Here it is.

One pair of ski poles,

sold to a William Murdoch.

Sir, that's an
awfully good forgery.

MURDOCH: As you can clearly see,
that is not my signature.

They look the same to me.

If Murdoch says it's a forgery,
then it's a forgery.

The man most qualified
to discern forgeries

is also the man
under suspicion of murder.

Tell me what you've discovered
in the past six hours.

What of Fellows' alibi?

The subject of Mr. Fellows'
surveillance confirmed

he was outside
the bawdy house at 3:00

on the day of the murder.

Therefore,
so was Mr. Fellows.

Well, unless Mr. Fellows

paid somebody else
to take photographs.

Mr. Templeton, you must believe
that I am being framed.

The man is obsessed
with my downfall.

All he wants
is to destroy me.

I assure you that in time,

we can prove
that Murdoch is innocent.

Time is up.

The word is out everywhere.

It'll be my head
if I don't do something.

William Murdoch,
having reviewed the evidence,

I must counsel you
to retain a lawyer

and to keep silent
at the risk

of incriminating
yourself further.

I have no choice
but to remand you into custody

and charge you with the murder
of Raymond Huckabee.

This Fellows is getting
the better of us.

Everywhere we turn,
he's one step ahead.

He must have been planning this
for months.

I've half a mind to kill him
myself and be done with it.

Supposing Murdoch
wasguilty...

It's hardly a disloyal
hypothesis, George.

He's suspected each of us of
murder at one time or another.

There's no telling
what darkness lurks

in the heart of a man,
Crabtree.

Sir, I know what lurks
in the heart of William Murdoch!

It is a passion of justice,
a respect for science,

and a desire to create
ingenious automated machines

that one day might save us
from doing housework!

He has more integrity
than any man I know

and would sooner
move house to Mars

than kill
a vexatious neighbor.

And you know what?
That's it.

I refuse to hear any more
on the subject.

Yes.

No doubt you are
exactly right, George.

But what I mean to say is,
if we put our minds

to examining the case
against Murdoch,

it will surely fall apart.

Yes?

Yes.
Right.

Surely it will.
Let's do that, then.

-CHERRY: Mr. Fellows!
-Mr. Fellows!

-Mr. Fellows!
-Mr. Fellows!

Sources say
that Detective Murdoch

has been arrested for the murder
of Raymond Huckabee.

Can you comment,
Mr. Fellows?

The investigation
is in the capable hands

of the constabulary.

Why would Detective Murdoch
kill his neighbor?

Well, having worked
with the great detective before,

I can only assume that

if Detective Murdoch
committed this act,

he must have been
driven to it.

You're saying the victim
provoked this heinous crime?

Oh, no, no, no, my dear,
you must understand,

men of genius
are prone to obsession.

It's obvious that
Detective Murdoch

fell into the grip of
an obsession with Mr. Huckabee,

leading to
tragic consequences.

Good day.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

I agree with Watts.

Track my movements
the night of the murder.

You came home from the party,
drugged your wife,

then snuck out to take
the stabbing machine apart,

then put the pieces back
in your workshop.

The night staff at the hotel
would have seen you leave

after I fell asleep.

That would have been
at approximately midnight.

Doctor, we should interview
the hotel staff.

Yes, very good.

That leaves us
with the afternoon

on the day of the murder,

when the contraption
would have been installed.

Yes, I've drawn you a map
to the cabin near Mount Dennis

where Mr. Smith lives.

-BRACKENREID: You bicycled?
-You can't miss it.

It's the first cabin
past the crossing.

Mr. Smith keeps a tidy house.
He gave me a glass of cold tea.

We'll have him come in
to confirm your alibi.

Then all this nonsense
will be over.

Uh, no, sir.

Mr. Smith
doesn't come into town.

And he doesn't have
a telephone.

You'll have to go there.

Oh.

You must have read
the map wrong, Watts.

I don't think so.

It's very clear, and this fits
the directions exactly.

What the bloody hell
is Murdoch playing at?

No one has been here
in years.

So much for Murdoch's alibi.

Yes, I was on duty
from 8:00 in the evening

until 8:00 that morning.

And did you see
Detective Murdoch at all?

I remember he came in after
dinner with the doctor.

I recall you came in with
the detective at about 11:00.

You asked for warm milk
and sherry to be sent up

to your room,
which we promptly did.

Yes. And who exactly had access
to our drinks?

The rest of the staff
was done for the night,

so I warmed the milk and poured
the sherry out myself.

DR. OGDEN:
That was very kind of you.

Before you brought them up,
were the drinks

left unattended
at any time?

I shouldn't think so.

Did anyone ask you
to interfere with our drinks?

This is important.

If someone paid you
to put something in our cups?

You won't be in any trouble.
We just need to know who it was.

Joe was otherwise occupied,

so I brought the tray
up to your room.

The detective asked
that I leave it on the table.

I did so.
I went back out again.

I was washing up.

Did you see him leave his room
at any time after that?

No.

-Right, then.
-Thank you very much.

But if he wanted to leave
without anyone noticing,

he would have to use
the staff entrance.

DR. OGDEN:
[ Sighs ]

Excuse me, sir.

Toronto Constabulary.

What time do you load out
your deliveries?

I start at midnight
most nights.

DR. OGDEN: So you were
working here two nights ago?

Yes, that's right.

Did you see anybody come out
of the hotel

after about midnight
that night?

The night porter came out
for a cigarette around then.

And that's all?
Nobody else?

Ah, yeah, sure,
there was one other fella

I didn't recognize
from the hotel.

Could you describe him
for us?

Ah, dark-haired fella.

Nice homburg hat.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

The baker saw me in the alley
outside the hotel?

William, why would you wear
your own hat to commit a murder?

Well, I wouldn't.
I didn't.

Well, clearly it was an imposter
with an imposter hat,

and it was all part
of the plan to entrap you.

Speaking of --

How did you come to interview
Mr. Smith in the Osbourne case?

I received a tip.

I suppose it could have been
Ralph Fellows.

Sir,
what I don't understand is,

if Mr. Smith was at that cabin
two days ago

with stew on the stove
and flowers on the porch,

how could the place look

completely abandoned
two days later?

Place was covered
in cobwebs, Murdoch.

Spiderwebs can be spun
in a day.

And dust everywhere?

-I took a sample.
-Oh, very good.

The grains are very fine.
Completely uniform.

All of them less than
0.1 microns.

-[ Door opens ]
-Clay would be my guess.

From pottery perhaps.

Oh, this is absurd.

Spiders, clay, pottery.
No one is gonna believe this.

Ah, Butch.

What did you find out
about Goldie Huckabee?

Other than she's a liar
and a thief.

Because of the pelican?

They didn't say anything
about a pelican in Kingston.

What did you find?

Is there any reason to believe
she's a homicidal maniac?

Station House Four owes you
a sincere apology, Mr. Fellows.

Let's have a drink.

I look forward to hearing it,
Inspector.

Pray, continue.

We no longer believe
that you had anything to do

with Raymond Huckabee's murder.

Well, it takes a big man
to admit when he's wrong,

and I respect you the more
for it.

Yes, we were very wrong
about you, Mr. Fellows,

and I do regret it.

Take a seat.

To think you arranged an entire
frame job on Detective Murdoch.

Fantastical.

When, if anything, you were
a patsy in the whole affair.

Well, now your apology
is blundering somewhat.

You see, we have reason
to believe that your client,

Goldie Huckabee, was using you
in a plot of her own.

Mrs. Huckabee?

It seems she moved to Toronto
this year

to flee suspicion
in a double murder.

-What?
-And we've been able to deduce

that clay dust was planted
to obscure Murdoch's alibi.

And it came from a potter
located near the house

where Mrs. Huckabee
was staying last week.

Well, I...

I find this difficult
to understand.

Goldie Huckabee is
the criminal mastermind

we've been looking for
all along.

And it seems all of us --
you included, sir --

have been played for dupes.

Bottoms up.

You wouldn't guess it
to look at her, would you?

No.
No, indeed not.

Women are wily creatures.

Surely you are not pursuing
a theory

that Mrs. Huckabee
murdered her husband

with a custom-made
murder machine

and then framed
Detective Murdoch?

As you know, spouses are often
to blame in these cases.

Now, I would love to see
any notes you may have

on your meetings with
Goldie Huckabee, Mr. Fellows.

One lawman to another,
of course.

Certainly.

Inspector,
we found the sedative

used to drug Dr. Ogden.

It was in
Mrs. Huckabee's suitcase.

Ah, excellent work,
Detective Watts.

I can see the noose tightening
around her neck as we speak.

Yes, the only thing missing
is the spring mechanism

for that dastardly machine.

She must have kept them
for some reason.

-But where?
-Where, indeed.

Where?

George! Look.

CRABTREE: I suppose Mr. Spencer
didn't get the news.

The rest of my books
are destined to be pulped.

He said he sold
10 copies today

and phoned to the publisher
for more.

Really?

Effie, maybe my book
won't be a failure.

Maybe all it needed was to be
mentioned in the newspaper.

George, everyone's read
Miss Cherry's article

about Detective Murdoch
murdering that man.

Your book
will be a sensation.

That would be wonderful,
but, Effie,

you know Detective Murdoch
didn't murder that man, right?

-And you filed the report?
-Not...

As you requested, Inspector.

I believe you'll find all
my meetings with Mrs. Huckabee

accounted for
in my case notes.

Thank you, Mr. Fellows.
That's very sporting of you.

I only want to see
justice served.

Inspector!
I have good news.

I tracked down
Detective Murdoch's

-alibi witness.
-Really?

I would have thought
that fellow

would be in a shallow grave
by now.

Indeed. It is fortunate
that is not the case.

CRABTREE: He was spending time
with relatives.

And he has quite the story.

Mr. Smith,
if you don't mind,

tell the inspector
what you told me.

Firstly, let me assuage any fear
you may hold as to my character.

I am but a humble philosopher.

Oh, is that so?

And what can you tell us
regarding your whereabouts?

Last week, a woman approached me
to ask that

I speak with a policeman
on a designated day

and then abandon my hermitage.

What explanation did she offer
for this request?

No explanation, sir --

only a purse, which, given how
little philosophy is valued,

was most welcome.

Mr. Smith, do you recall
the woman's name?

Indeed.
It was Mrs. Goldie Huckabee.

-Oh. No.
-WATTS: Do you...

...recognize Mrs. Huckabee
among these women?

This.

This is the selfsame lady.

Surely this is
not credible!

Excellent work, Crabtree.

I think you've just saved

Detective Murdoch
from the noose.

I'll go and tell

Crown Attorney Templeton
the news straightaway.

He'll definitely
want to hear this.

Thank you for meeting me,
Miss Cherry.

You said you have information

about the Huckabee
investigation?

I'm afraid I have reason to
believe that Station House Four

is fabricating evidence

with the purpose of framing
Goldie Huckabee

for her husband's murder.

That's a very
serious allegation.

That's a very serious crime.

I suppose I wouldn't put it past
Detective Murdoch's friends

to try to frame an innocent
woman if it meant saving him.

Loyalty run amok.

So you'll write about it?

Corruption at the most storied
station house in Toronto?

It would be
the exclusive of the year.

But what proof do you have?

The evidence against
Mrs. Huckabee

is so far circumstantial.

If you look into it,

you'll discover
how easily it was faked up.

Doesn't seem too sensational.

Don't worry.

Now that I know the truth,
I'll be able to shake the trees.

Something will fall out.

-Constable Crabtree.
-Ah.

CHERRY: Detective Murdoch
languishes in a jail cell.

Detective Murdoch is innocent,
and we will prove it.

How far would you go

to protect your close friend
from the noose?

Watch what you imply,
Miss Cherry, I warn you.

There are libel laws
in this country.

It's not libel
if there is proof.

Yes, well, I'll have you know,
our proof

implicates Mrs. Huckabee.

"Our proof"?

Don't you
find it inappropriate

that Station House Four
is investigating a case

with its own detective
at the center?

I'm warning you, Miss Cherry,
don't interfere.

Let me warn you, Constable.

Once the full light
of my journalistic inquiry

shines on this case,

Crown Attorney Templeton
will send an unbiased team

to do a full search
of the Murdoch home.

Unbiased?

You've never liked
William Murdoch.

I'm acting
as an objective observer.

It's also my understanding
that a crucial piece

of the murderous contraption
is still missing.

Yes, well, I don't mind
telling you that is true,

and we searched the detective's
home for it and did not find it.

Or perhaps
you didn't want to find it.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Tense music plays ]

[ Clears throat ]

Aah!
[ Groans ]

DR. OGDEN:
Well, Mr. Fellows.

It seems you can come and go
from my home with ease.

And look at that. You've found
the elusive springs.

Almost as if you knew
exactly where to look.

WATTS:
Planning to move them somewhere

more likely to be discovered,
were you?

I must thank Miss Cherry
for her help.

You needn't all be so smug.

Have you forgotten
I have an alibi

for the afternoon
of the murder?

I looked into that further.

The man in your photographs
told me

he goes to the same bordello
at the same time every week.

You took the pictures
a week earlier.

It's not over yet.

I could just say
you set me up.

Oh, it's clear who set
all of this up, Mr. Fellows.

[ Sighs ]

How did you come to decide
on Mr. Huckabee as your victim?

Well, I'd been watching you,
listening to your conversations.

I knew you didn't like them.

I was gonna make you
a murderer.

Mr. Huckabee
would become the victim.

Listening to us?
You we were inside our home?

You broke into their house
as well as the Huckabees'.

I manipulated Goldie Huckabee
to hire me

as their private detective.

Then I burst your water main.

Once you decamped
to the hotel,

I had free access to your house
as well as theirs.

You were in our hotel room
as well.

You drugged my wife.

I drugged both of you
the night of the murder.

Then I switched your cup
for a clean cup

when I was returning to collect
the incriminating cufflink.

All of this just to see
Detective Murdoch hang?

No.

To prove he is not
the smartest man in the world.

That I am your peer.
You see?

I can go toe-to-toe
with you and win.

It was the pinnacle
of my life's work.

A brilliant scheme.

Every detail worked out.

Admit it, Murdoch --

There were times when even you
doubted your own innocence.

We caught you.

FELLOWS: Yeah.

Well, not everything
went according to plan.

I did not expect
to get caught.

But at least that dolt
Goldie Huckabee

won't get any credit.

She never would have.

The case against her

was only ever for your benefit,
Mr. Fellows.

Blasted worms.

Admit it, Murdoch --
I almost had you.

I amyour peer.

Oh, and I can give credit
where credit is due.

You came up with a plan
to catch me, and it worked.

Oh.

Actually,
that wasn't myplan.

No, you see, that idea
came from George Crabtree.

Yes, it seems even my constable
has outwitted you.

[ Groans ]

Now that you are going to hang
for this murder,

will you admit to committing
the multiple murders last year?

Those were quite ingenious.

How does it feel
to have crimes

modeled after your own book
go unsolved?

We both know who did it.

Whatever do you mean?

Unfortunately,
because of our work,

Detective Murdoch and I attract
some very unstable people.

We feel truly terrible

that your husband
became one of their victims.

If there's anything at all
we can do, Goldie,

please don't hesitate to ask.

Your husband is
a homicidal lunatic.

I'm sure he -- he called in
favors to get out of trouble,

but I know
he killed my husband.

And you --
you have some nerve.

I'm sorry you feel
that way.

Don't come back here again.

A-As you wish.

Could I get my pelican back,
though?

Gentlemen, lady,

I give you all
George Crabtree,

author of the smash-hit
literary novel "A Man Alone."

Which The Globebook reviewer
this morning called,

"The deeply moving
and skillfully wrought story

of a man in search of love
in the modern world."

To George!

-George!
-George!

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

I couldn't have done it
without you all.

Now that audiences have
discovered George's book,

a second print run
is underway.

And the publisher wants George
to go on a book tour.

Mm, across the country.
Halifax to Vancouver.

Well, let's hope you're still
standing at the end of it.

MURDOCH: Well, you will come
back to us, won't you, George?

Oh, yes, of course, sir.
Uh, the tour is only a month.

Besides, I shudder to think what
you would all do without me.

Could I have an autograph?

Well, of course.

-It's not for me.
-Oh.