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-So you've read George's book?
-I have.

What did you think?
You can be honest.

Well, I'd say it's a rare treat

to see a man express
his feelings so freely.

William is often as closed
as a clam.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.
It's just his way.

My mother would be scandalized
if she knew

I was visiting a place
like Miss Harper's.

Your mother?
I would have been disowned.

"Julia Ogden, how could you
waste your money

on such an indulgence."

Oh.
Miss Cherry.

Dr. Ogden.

Don't bother.
It's still locked.

It's impossible.
I have an appointment.

As do we all.
Perhaps it's the wrong day.

It seems unlikely all four of us
would make the same mistake.

CHERRY:
It can't be closed.

Mrs. Harper herself
is visiting the salon today.

A most accomplished woman.

This is her 10th such salon.

She began as a child
of servitude.

She has amassed
quite an impressive --

I am aware of that.
And I intend to interview her.

Oh, so you're not having
your hair done?

I'm a very busy woman.
I'm a journalist.

I assumed that was the reason
for the interview.

Miss Newsome is a lawyer.

Good for you.

I believe we have
a friend in common.

George Crabtree.

Ah, yes.

You two are keeping company,
aren't you?

We are.

I would advise you to watch
yourself around him.

I beg your pardon?

Well, he gave me quite the line
about wanting to start a family.

Not that I was interested,
of course.

And then he threw me over
for a burlesque dancer.

She was short.

Unlike yourself.

It's true I'm not average.

CHERRY: Well,
you're right about that.

Ladies, I think our appointments
have been canceled.

The victim
is Miss Ramona Keating,

the owner of the salon.

It appears she was killed
sometime last night.

I'll be able to provide you

with a more specific
time of death soon.

Thank you.

Of course, but I was addressing
Detective Irwin.

So you came to see the victim
to get your hair done, Doctor?

That's right.

That's progress, isn't it?

Used to be only actresses
and prostitutes

would visit hairdressers.

Well, we are neither.

It appears Miss Keating
was struck on the head

with a heavy object.

Looks to me like the counter
came up to meet her.

I beg your pardon?

Smell the drink on her.

I did, but according
to her friend Mrs. Davis,

Miss Keating didn't partake.

Well, she did last night.

Then stepped on the hair tonic

that's spilled
on the floor over there.

Seen it before,
I'll see it again.

DR. OGDEN: You believe this
to be an accident.

IRWIN:
Plain enough.

DR. OGDEN: Miss Hart,

what do you think
of the angle of impact?

It is consistent
with a fall.

So you don't believe she could
have been struck or pushed?

As you know, I'll have to
examine the wounds in the morgue

before I can estimate
the intensity of the impact.

Of course.

Which I will
only be able to do

once this conversation
is finished.

And there you have it.

What's going on?

Miss West, I'm so sorry
to have to tell you this.

Miss Keating is dead.

What?
How?

They believe it to be
an accident.

I see.

And I suppose you'll still be
wanting your hair done?

Well, no.

I'll leave you ladies
to settle this.

Good day.

What are you doing?

Whether Miss Keating is dead
or not doesn't change the fact

that Miss Harper will be
inspecting the salon today.

I'll need to get
the place ready.

There's hair tonic
on the floor here.

Did it spill
during business yesterday?

If it had, I would have
mopped it up right away.

Then why would it be here?

I can't imagine.

If Miss Keating was indeed
struck or pushed,

the killer could have spilled
the tonic on the floor

to create the appearance
of an accident.

You believe
she was murdered?

I don't believe she wasn't.

You and your husband must live
the most tortured lives,

holding the entire world
under suspicion like that.

L-Look, Margaret, I'm very busy.
You can have whatever you want.

You want a what?

How big?

How many people
are you expecting to come

to this little shindig of ours.

Oh, Bill won't come.
Can't come.

Uh, Audrey [Sighs]

That will
all sort itself out, Margaret.

Look, I have to go.
I'm very busy. I'll find one.

Bye.

-Bloody hell.
-What is it, sir?

I'll have to get Margaret
to stop reading.

Nothing good comes of it.

Why do you say that?

She's invited
half the neighborhood

to our house for a "hangy."

-A hangi.
-It's a "hangy." It's, uh...

It's a traditional way
of cooking meat, yes.

Originated by the Maori,

the indigenous people
of New Zealand.

It's wonderful.
You dig a pit --

Bloody hell, Murdoch, is there
anything you don't know?

There must be some things.

One block further east

and the case would have fallen
within your purview.

-Julia.
-What's all this about?

The owner of the hair salon
I go to

has died
under mysterious circumstances.

-Go to a hair salon, do you?
-Yes.

And I am neither a prostitute
or an actress,

if you can imagine that.

Who's in charge
of the investigation?

-A Detective Irwin.
-Oh.

But I don't think
he's taking it seriously.

I wish you could look into it,
William.

Hang on.

We're not about to
go stepping on toes

at Station House Three.

-But, sir...
-You heard, Murdoch.

There's only so many reprimands
that I can handle.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Well, absent other evidence,

I'm afraid I have to listen
to the inspector.

So that's it?

I did say
"absent other evidence."

I told her she could clean up.
After I took pictures.

Not for her readers.

If that were the case,

I would have done it
while the body was still here.

Then who are they for?

Detective Murdoch.

William isn't allowed
to investigate.

This is
Detective Irwin's jurisdiction.

That's a shame.

Yes.
He's a twit.

I've reported
on his cases before.

My firm is fighting
no less than

three improper arrests
he's made.

William will take a look
if we can give him reason.

Then I suggest
we find him one.

I did notice that
the bank deposit bag

was on the counter.

Empty.

Miss West is certainly taking

a proprietary interest
in the place.

Indeed she is.

And where is
Mrs. Davis?

She left
shortly after you did.

There she is.

Matilda Harper.

He's unusual.
One of a kind, really.

The only one in the land,
I'd reckon.

And what happened?

He just ran away.

I was supposed to
be watching him,

and he just ran away.

And you are speaking
of a pig, correct?

Atley, yes. I was on my way
to High Park for a showing.

I want to take him to
the winter fair later this year,

but now he's gone.

-What have you, Watts?
-Missing pig.

Oh.

I see.

You're police, right?
Aren't you supposed to help?

Well, you are in luck.

Detective Watts
is our best man.

Detective Watts,
you will help this boy

find his pig, won't you?

Uh, it would be a pleasure,

although you are
the superior detective here.

Nonsense, nonsense.

Solving a case like this
will help you measure up.

All right, son.

You were on your way
to High Park?

I was walking. They wouldn't
let me on the streetcar.

Caused quite a fuss
when I tried to get him on.

I don't like Toronto.

People aren't
very friendly here.

What a terrible tragedy.

Ramona was one of my favorite
Harper girls.

She had a genuine passion
for women's beauty.

-Don't you agree, Alice?
-ALICE: She did, ma'am.

If I may say, she repeated
your motto every day.

"Charming people are made,
not born."

This shop
exceeded my expectations.

I-I'm sure that was due
to Ramona's appeal.

I can't imagine anyone
wanting to kill her.

We found her bank deposit bag,
and it was empty.

Could there have been
a robbery?

DR. OGDEN: She may have made
a deposit last evening?

She didn't.

In fact, they just said
she hadn't been to the bank

in the last few days.

Given the income she was
reporting to my office,

the deposit bag
would have contained a tidy sum.

Who would have known
about that?

She had a fiancé.
They broke it off some time ago.

He came by to pester her
from time to time.

And what was his name?

ALICE:
I don't know.

Ramona met him
when she was working

at her former place
of employment --

the home of Jasper Quinlan.

Like myself
and many of my girls,

Miss Keating was a servant
before she opened the salon.

Perhaps her employers
know of this delivery man.

Then let's go.

You don't want to
tell the police?

Not at this particular time.

She worked for us for a time.
She was our maid.

I know nothing more about her
than that.

You don't know anything
about the man she was seeing?

As my husband said,
she was our maid.

A name? Anything?
It would be most helpful.

There was a, uh,
a Langer fellow

who'd come by
from time to time.

You don't know anything more
about that?

What are you two up to,
exactly?

We're looking into
the circumstances

surrounding
Miss Keating's death.

Isn't that a matter
for the police?

It is.
We're merely assisting.

GARRETH: Did you know that pigs
are a remarkably clean animal?

Cleaner than most people,
I reckon.

Still, trying to take him
on a streetcar seems foolhardy.

-We have to find him.
-And we will.

Atley's more than just a pig.

-I have a lot riding on him.
-How so?

Well, most people think
that fairs are a bit of fun,

and they are,
but this pig is also my future.

Does a blue ribbon
raise the price of your animal?

GARRETH:
No, it's not that.

A good showing
at the winter fair

can cement my reputation
as a breeder.

And I take it this Atley
is a fine specimen?

None finer.

My family's future
rests on finding him.

And this
is where I lost him.

I see.

Any suggestions on how to track
a beast like this Atley?

You're the policeman.

Right. Yes.

Yes.
Uh...

IRWIN: I already spoke
with Mr. Langer.

So you believe
there may have been foul play.

Mr. Langer said he hadn't
spoken to Miss Keating

in almost two years.

And he has an alibi
for last evening.

A credible one?

Credible if not respectable.

He was at the Ford Hotel
with a woman.

All night.

That woman's name?

A Miss Fern Franklin.

And your constable confirmed
this with Miss Franklin?

-Yes!
-Well, that's good to know.

Now, we also think there may be
money missing from the salon.

Have there been robberies
at other businesses

in the neighborhood lately?

None reported.
Good day, ladies.

Langer's alibi rules out
our most obvious suspect.

But the money
is still missing.

Unfortunately, that's not enough
for me to open an investigation,

especially in
a different jurisdiction.

Still, it could be the key.

If you follow the inspector's
line of thinking...

That is?

Follow the money.

And what about your line
of thinking, William?

If it seems suspicious,
it usually is.

Now, I must be off, ladies.

Good afternoon.

Perhaps Miss Keating
caught a robber in the act

and was killed for it.

Her wounds didn't suggest
a struggle.

With her business thriving,

there could have been
another motive as well.

CHERRY:
What do you mean?

How much is this place worth?
And who gets it if she dies?

Miss Harper?

I would tender applicants.

And when a suitable lady
was found,

she would be offered
the franchise.

Good Lord.
Look at those flowers.

Excuse me?

-They're a disgrace.
-Let me get those.

Why is this vase dry?

I hadn't
put them in water yet.

DR. OGDEN:
You brought those?

-Yes.
-When?

We were here
when you arrived.

You had nothing but a story
about a delayed streetcar.

When did you bring
those flowers?

DR. OGDEN:
Were you late, Miss West?

Or did you arrive on time
with flowers?

And then leave after you killed
your boss and stole her money.

[ Sobs ]

It's just you, me,
and Miss Harper.

Tell us what happened.

I know you think
whoever stole the money

killed Miss Ramona,
but I swear I didn't hurt her.

Your streetcar wasn't delayed,
was it?

No.
I arrived on time at 8:00.

And you brought the flowers
with you.

Then you took the money
from the bank deposit bag.

I would never
have done it ordinarily.

But my mother's being evicted,

and we can't afford
rent for her.

We were desperate.

So the money was still here
after Miss Keating was killed.

The theft had nothing to do
with the murder.

I swear.
I didn't hurt Ramona.

I'm so ashamed.

Tell us what you saw
when you first came in.

So you brought in the flowers.

Yes.

I put them in the vase.

I was carrying it to the sink
when I saw her body.

Why didn't you call
the police immediately?

Of course
that's what I meant to do.

Whatever stopped you?

There was a mess.

I didn't want the police
or Miss Harper

to see the salon that way.

What sort of a mess, my dear?

Well, she smelled
of alcohol.

The police said the same.
But Miss Keating didn't drink.

That's part of what makes this
all so mysterious.

I just -- I didn't want anyone
to think she died drunk.

So I hid the liquor bottles.

Liquor bottles?

Yes.

They were on the floor
over there by some dirty rags.

I put them away under the sink
behind the cleaning supplies.

These rags have been soaked
in alcohol.

Someone was in the process
of making a bottle bomb.

You think Ramona
interrupted an arsonist?

But why would anyone
want to set fire...

To a women's
hairdressing salon?

That's a very good question.

Well, now,
supposing Miss Keating

came to the salon
after her supper last evening

and caught a would-be arsonist
in the act.

Maybe he killed her
in fear of being discovered.

A heated exchange ensues,

and in the course of it
he strikes her or she falls.

Well, you're a little late.

I already have reason
to suspect foul play.

Aside from the arson attempt?

With the coroner's findings,
I have reason to believe

that Miss Keating
was not what she appeared.

What were
the coroner's findings?

There's no need to bother
yourself any further, ladies.

We will take it from here.
Good day.

I believe a visit to the morgue
is in order.

Detective Irwin said you had
reason to suspect foul play.

I beg your pardon,
Dr. Ogden,

but what is your jurisdiction
in this case?

The victim was an acquaintance.
I'd like to know what happened.

Then I expect you are free
to read it in the newspaper

along with everyone else.

Ah, excuse me?

VIOLET:
You seemed to have drawn

many of your own conclusions
from the scene.

DR. OGDEN: Miss Hart, I had
no intention of overstepping.

If you feel that I did,
I apologize.

VIOLET:
Detective Irwin has my report.

It's his decision
whether to share it or not.

DR. OGDEN: Have I done something
to offend you, Miss Hart?

VIOLET: Not at all.
But let me be quite clear.

Please.

This is
not your morgue anymore

to come and go as you wish.

I run it now.

I helped you get in here,
Miss Hart.

Don't make me
be the one to get you out.

If I were you, I'm not so sure
that I would try that.

Did you leave the morgue
on bad terms?

It appears so.
Shame.

I'm very curious to know

what changed Detective Irwin's
mind about this case.

On that note, I may have
glanced at the file.

Effie,
that's utterly improper!

Tell me everything.

Much of the report
was as we expected.

Inconclusive as to whether
Miss Keating was struck

or fell into the counter.

-What?
-She hadn't been drinking.

Making a fall
much less likely.

Yes.
And there's something else.

Miss Keating had had a baby.

I never heard Miss Keating
mention a child.

-Had you, Miss Harper?
-HARPER: Not at all.

The coroner's report didn't
specify when the child was born.

-Where is the baby now?
-And who was the father?

Miss Cherry,
was there any indication

of a child or a family
in Miss Keating's will?

None.

Miss Keating self-financed the
salon and owes no debt on it.

And she raised this money
whilst working for the Quinlans?

BOTH:
Very generous employers.

At least you two
share suspicious minds.

HARPER:
A lawyer and a journalist.

I'm not surprised.

I usually only meet the
creatures after their demise.

-Sorry, son.
-But if one was found?

How much
does the animal weigh?

About 500 pounds, sir.

500 pounds?

And you tried to take him
on a streetcar?

That's about 300 pounds
of take-home meat.

If he isn't being slaughtered
at home,

I'd try down by the fort.

You think he's dead?

Dead or on his way to it.

But he's a prizewinner.

He'll be put up for auction.
Probably fetch a good price.

-If you hear anything...
-I'll let you know.

You know,
you're not the only one

looking for an animal that size.

I got a call from your boss.
He's looking for a pig.

The whole police department's
looking for him.

I think
he has other intentions.

Some sort of
a New Zealand pit oven.

A hangi.

It's been a while since
I've attended one of those.

Well, I must get back to work,
Louise.

-Parting is such sweet sorrow.
-Indeed.

Oh!
Right on time.

Let me introduce my friends.

Dr. Ogden, Miss Newsome,

this is my fiancé,
Mr. Teddy Davis.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Davis.

And you as well, Doctor.
Miss Newsome.

Louise has told me
so much about you both.

Very regretful events today.

Yes.
We should resume our inquiries.

The police are being derelict.
Again.

My professional gal.

Well, I'll leave you to it.
Good day, ladies.

He seems lovely.

He has a good job
and impeccable manners.

We're to be married soon.

Given that you introduced him
as your fiancé, I gathered that.

I met him while I was
tracking down leads

on a story I was writing.

You don't say!

Teddy loves
that I'm a working woman.

He says he admires a lady
who can pay her own way.

That's a roundabout way
of saying

he doesn't want to
pick up the check.

Well, I think it's lovely

that you've met someone
who appreciates you.

Thank you, Julia.

The wedding
will be very simple.

Neither Teddy nor I
go in for the modern trend

of showy weddings.

No offense to you,
Dr. Ogden.

DR. OGDEN:
A simple wedding sounds lovely.

Why would I take offense?

CHERRY: I saw pictures of your
wedding in the society pages.

Both of them, actually.

Do you and George
plan on marrying?

We haven't discussed it.

That's no surprise.

No offense,
but before I met Teddy

I thought of marriage
as a sign of failure.

Perhaps you could question
the housemaid

while we speak
to the Quinlans.

Certainly, Mrs. Murdoch.

EFFIE: You are acting
a bit like him.

DR. OGDEN: I'm simply being
efficient and professional.

Miss Keating worked in
your household for five years?

Yes, before she left
to open the salon.

Is it possible
she became with child

and gave birth
during her time here?

She couldn't have hidden
such a thing from us.

It would have been impossible.

Mrs. Quinlan,
do you have any idea

how Ramona managed
to raise the money she needed

to open the salon?

JASPER:
I suppose she saved up.

EFFIE: She never asked
either of you

to guarantee a loan
from a bank?

I'm sorry I can't help you
any more, ladies.

I'll see you out.
Please.

Ramona and I
were close for a time.

What changed?

Well, then she took up
with the missus, didn't she?

They were always squirrelled
away together in corners,

chatting while I did
all the work.

-That's awful.
-That's not the half of it.

Mrs. Quinlan sent Ramona
up to the summer house

to clean it up.

Even though it had just been
cleaned the month before.

Ramona was sent
to clean the house by herself?

Well, you can bet she wasn't
cleaning the whole time.

Sitting on the porch
sipping iced tea, more like.

What the devil are you doing?

I seem to have misplaced
my notebook.

Some journalist you are.

Her time at the lake house was
most likely her third trimester.

And you say Mrs. Quinlan denied
any knowledge of the child.

She could have been lying.

Sarah Davis was friends
with Miss Keating.

And?
What of it?

Mrs. Davis was a nurse
specializing in midwifery.

Bring her to the salon.

Always with the orders.

This is usually a place to get
a little respite from the day

and catch up on gossip.

All right, I'll say
what we're both thinking.

Mr. Quinlan
seduced Miss Keating.

Tale as old as time.

So they sent her to the country
all by herself

to deliver the baby.

[ Door opens ]

I found something.

I went to the summer house
with Ramona.

Do you know
who fathered her baby?

I couldn't say.

Couldn't or won't?

I won't speak ill
of the dead.

What became of the child?

It was all so sad.

The baby was stillborn.

I don't think Miss Keating
ever truly recovered.

She was despondent.

She had a drink,
maybe a few, slipped and fell.

Her salon was doing well.
She seemed happy.

A sunny disposition
is an effective mask

for what lies beneath.

Is there something
you want to share?

-No.
-[ Door opens ]

-No, not at all.
-[ Door closes ]

Ladies.

You might have been right
about Jasper Quinlan.

What have you found?

I went to the Dominion Bank

and finagled my way
into some information

about the Quinlan accounts.

I have an informant.
Don't even ask.

All right.

In August 1906, there was
a cash withdrawal of $600.

That's around the time
the baby was born.

And just before Miss Keating
opened her salon.

In my profession, they call
that 600 "hush money."

Shall we pay another visit
to the Quinlans?

Perhaps we should tell
Detective Murdoch.

I'd rather be sure before
I bring William into this.

I think she wants to see if
she can solve this one herself.

One more.

Mr. Quinlan.

And what can I do for you?

I will be direct
and to the point.

You lied to us,
Mr. Quinlan --

about the pregnancy

and the fact that you provided
monetary assistance

to Miss Keating.

You can't prove that.

I have been to your bank,
and I can.

There's nothing wrong
with financing

a beloved servant's
business endeavor.

That may be, but there's
certainly something wrong

with fathering a child
out of wedlock

and then paying off the woman
to keep quiet about it.

-I did nothing of the sort.
-Then what did you do?

That's hardly
any of your business.

It's all right, Jasper.

My husband did not father
Miss Keating's child.

-[ Baby fussing ]
-It's all right. Shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Patrick Langer
was the baby's father.

I see.

Ramona didn't want him
to know of the baby.

She was afraid
of what he might do,

and she wanted
to open her business.

That wouldn't have been possible
as an unwed mother.

Precisely.

What about the money?

The money was a gift
from Jasper and me.

It was in gratitude for a gift
that she had given us.

She gave you her baby.

And for that
we are forever in her debt.

Ramona knew that Jasper and I
wanted to be parents

and weren't able.

We tried for years.

Do you have any idea
what that's like?

I do.

So when Ramona
came to be with child

and knew that she couldn't be
with Mr. Langer,

she asked us
to take her baby.

To be kept secret
from the father?

He was an awful man.
He still is, I'm sure.

And you had Mrs. Davis register
the birth as a stillborn.

It was the best for all.

Dr. Ogden, no one can ever know
about this,

especially the father.

I can't promise you anything.

If in the process of figuring
out how Ramona died...

Please, don't.

I promised Ramona that
Patrick Langer would never know

that he has a son.

She thought him capable
of harming the child.

What's the child's name?

Henry.

And he's a dear.

Please...

Will you keep
Ramona's secret?

Excellent.

How soon
can you have him cleaned?

Why?

Detective Watts?

Right.
Well, we'll see about that.

Thank you.

Watts!

Inspector?

Is it or is it not true that you
are of the Jewish persuasion?

It is my heritage, yes.

Then what do you want
with my pig?

It's not kosher.

I'm not sure I follow.

Jack Walker has secured a pig

for a "hangy"
that my wife is hosting.

-Now, a "hangy" --
-I know what a hangi is.

Why does everyone know
what a bloody "hangy" is?

You found Atley?

You think Jack Walker's
got your pig?

It could be the one
that went missing.

That would make it his.

I'm getting him ready
for the Ontario Winter Fair.

Well, he's my pig now, son.

Because if I don't
bring him home,

my missus will have
my guts for garters.

And that's not a good thing.

-What have you?
-Ramona lied to me.

She had said she hadn't seen
Mr. Langer in years, but look.

Regular payments every month.

To "P.L."

Patrick Langer.
I'm sure of it.

Ramona was making regular
payments to Patrick Langer.

-Why?
-DR. OGDEN: I don't know.

But whatever the reason,
he lied to the police.

He said he hadn't seen
Miss Keating

in almost two years.

If he lied about that, he may
have lied about his alibi.

But if it holds up,
there will be no reason

to share what we've learned
about the baby.

What was the name
of the woman he was with?

Fern Franklin.

And you're quite sure
about this?

I'm not sure
about any of it.

But the report showed
that Ramona Keating

had no alcohol
in her body.

So she didn't get pie-eyed drunk
and slip.

But you found evidence
of alcohol.

With rags stuffed into it.

The bottles were being used
to make bombs.

So you've suggested.

Irwin told you.

Yes.

Right around the same time
he told me

my wife should
mind her own business.

And what did you say
to that?

I may have said that I believe
she is doing just that.

Should I pursue this?

What reason is there not to?

The child.

If the father knows
of his existence

he may lay claim to him.

This is true.

And I don't know
if Detective Irwin

is up to the task.

So Ramona Keating's killer,

if there is one,
may go free.

But there is something else.

And what's that?

Who's to say
this Mr. Langer

was where
he claimed he was?

He wasn't with Miss Franklin?

EFFIE: He had been,
but not on the night

Miss Keating was murdered.

She lied to the police.
Why?

Mr. Langer told her he robbed
a hardware store that night.

-She agreed to be his alibi.
-Why?

Because some women will do
anything for a man.

He told her he loved her.

Do you believe he robbed
the hardware store?

-Of course not.
-DR. OGDEN: Well, that's good.

Because we know
where he lives.

Thank goodness you're here.

Mrs. Quinlan,
what's the matter?

Patrick Langer came to the house
next to ours,

feigning a delivery.

-You're certain it was him?
-Yes.

The neighbors redirected him
to our house.

-He rang our bell.
-You didn't let him in.

No, I told Greta not to answer,
and he went away.

But what if he's found out
about the baby

and came looking for him?

Louise, can you find out

if Mr. Langer's errand
was legitimate?

We need to find evidence
on Langer that's irrefutable,

and we need to do it fast.

Right away, boss.

BRACKENREID:
Bloody hell.

Feed the whole neighborhood,
with plenty to share.

Could I at least say goodbye?

Ohh.
Bloody hell.

You were gonna be a champion,

take the winter fair by storm.

It's a fair
fit for a king, sir.

There is rumor this winter fair
could get royal assent.

A royal winter fair?
That'll be the bloody day.

If you want to do
the hangi right, use mutton.

That's the proper meat.

Oi, son.
Get him out of here.

You mean it, sir?

Go on
before I change my mind.

You're a good man, Tom.

Tell that to Margaret.

This is it.

He's out cold.

This can't be
too difficult.

I've seen William do it
many times.

Julia Ogden, you never cease
to surprise me.

It's actually harder
than it looks.

Julia.

Isn't this the same type
of bottle used

to make the bottle bombs?

It does look like it.

[ Gasps ]
Blood.

I think I've found
our irrefutable evidence.

He's still passed out.
Should we get the police?

I don't think
that's necessary.

Mr. Langer.

Mr. Langer.

He's dead.

He ingested cyanide.
Or it was made to look that way.

Good work.

Not work you were
supposed to be doing,

but you got lucky.

Thank you, I suppose.

So Langer killed Ramona Keating,
then offed himself.

So it would seem.

You're very quick
to jump to that conclusion.

Well, let's see, we have the
apparatus to build a firebomb,

proof that he was casing
the Quinlan house,

a suicide note,
and a bloody glove.

What more do you need?

Now, if you don't mind,
this is a crime scene, ladies.

Thanks to our efforts.

-I won't let you down.
-I know you won't.

I can't wait
to tell my family.

Thank you.

EFFIE:
You're giving her a chance.

That's very magnanimous,
Miss Harper.

Who better to run the salon?

She knows the business
inside out.

She also stole
from a dead woman.

The circumstances
of these women's lives

allow for a rash decision.

I'll keep her
on a tight rope.

Thank you
for solving Ramona's murder.

It was an honor to meet you.

You as well.

Thank you.

-Be well.
-You too.

[ Door opens ]

With both of them dead,
we may never know

why Ramona was paying
Peter Langer.

Nevertheless, Detective Murdoch
will be pleased.

I'm not so sure
about that.

It seems
all too neat and tidy.

Did you steal that
from the scene?

I procured evidence
to run a test.

Yes, I stole it.
[ Laughs ]

What are you doing here?

DR. OGDEN:
You don't sleep, Miss Hart?

-I'm conducting a blood test.
-I'm aware of that.

What are you doing
in my office?

Please, this is important.
I haven't the time for quibbles.

Well, I'll be taking this up
with my superiors.

So you admit to having them?
That's progress.

I'll be out of your way
in just a moment.

Is this related
to Detective Irwin's case?

More like my case.
So leave me be.

DR. OGDEN:
The blood doesn't match.

-Are you sure?
-As sure as I can be.

Where did the blood on
Langer's glove come from, then?

That I don't know.

I have news of my own.

Mr. Langer was instructed
to make a delivery

to the Quinlan house.

DR. OGDEN: You're sure it was
a valid errand

and not a ruse he made up
to get close to the child?

CHERRY:
Quite sure.

A man walked into
the dry-goods store

and arranged to have a package
delivered to the Quinlans'.

-Did he give a name?
-No.

And he paid in cash,
so there's no record of him.

If Langer didn't go
to the Quinlan house on purpose,

then the liquor bottles
and the gloves

could have been planted
in his room

by the same person
who arranged that delivery.

In an effort
to frame Patrick Langer

for Ramona's murder.

Yes, and whoever is trying
to frame him

must know he's the father
of Ramona's child.

Yet no one is aware
of that baby

but the Quinlans,
Mrs. Davis, and ourselves.

Miss Cherry,
did you tell anyone?

I'm offended
you would even ask.

Is it possible someone
read about it in your notebook?

I forgot to tell you,
I found it.

Had you written the Quinlans'
address in your notebook?

-I believe so.
-Can you show me where?

CHERRY: Here.

DR. OGDEN:
126 Birchgate Street.

-That's an eight.
-That's a six.

-DR. OGDEN: That's a six.
-CHERRY: It's an eight!

Oh.

126 is the address that
Mr. Langer went to by mistake.

The man who arranged
the delivery saw your notebook.

-Impossible.
-It was missing.

That's right.

You noticed it was gone
at the Quinlans'.

Right after you saw Teddy.

I'll speak to him
and clear this up.

Good day, ladies.

What possible motive
could Louise's fiancé have

to harm Ramona?

That's a very good question.

Mr. Langer killed Ramona
and then himself?

What's the sense in that?
Did he know about the baby?

I don't know.

Well, I suppose
it is a blessing.

Ladies!

Follow me if you want to see
a man get what's coming to him.

EFFIE: Hmm!

I introduced myself to Teddy's
boss as his fiancé,

and you know
what he said to me?

No.

"That must be a surprise
to his wife."

Your fiancé is married?

For three years now.

I surely hope
he's a murder suspect.

I want to see him dangle.

This is where he lives.

-Perhaps we should --
-You should nothing!

Louise.
Oh!

You two-timing creep.

Please.
I-I can explain.

Good.
I have some questions as well.

Which I will answer
as soon as we get out of here.

-Okay, so...
-Theodore? What's wrong?

Mrs. Davis.
You're...

Theodore's wife.
What of it?

What are you doing here?

What are they doing here?

Plainly put,
your husband is an adulterer.

-That's a lie.
-I'm afraid it is not.

And it appears I am the one
wearing the scarlet letter.

-Theodore?
-I can explain.

I have some questions regarding
the death of Miss Keating

and Patrick Langer.

Their deaths? Whatever does
he have to do with --

-CHERRY: [ Gasps ]
-I can explain!

DR. OGDEN:
Call Station House Four.

EFFIE:
For an investigative journalist,

you certainly didn't
investigate your fiancé.

-[ Engine starts ]
-Shut up.

Damn bicycle!

BRACKENREID: And that's
the biggest one you could find?

Hmm.

[ Sheep bleating ]

-These are good.
-I knew you'd like them.

And what will you do
with Atley

if he doesn't win
the winter fair?

Talk to Mr. Walker
about butchering him.

So you never gain an affection
for the animals?

Hey, he's a wallet
with legs.

If I hurry
I can get him down to the park

for the last round of judging.

I'll escort you.

-[ Horn squawking ]
-Get out of the way!

-[ Bicycle bells dinging ]
-Out of the way!

Move!
Out of the way!

[ Bicycle bells dinging ]

Ohh!
[ Grunts ]

GARRETH: Atley!
Atley!

Inspector!
Detective, stop him!

Let me go!
Let me go!

[ Gasping ]

-What's going on, ladies?
-I'll explain later.

Do you want to help the kid
find the animal?

Uh, no. I think
I'm on the pig's side now.

[ Whimpers ]
I can explain.

Mr. Davis was carrying on
an affair with Louise Cherry

whilst married
to Mrs. Davis.

Oh. It's a good thing we didn't
waste money on a wedding gift.

Why did he want to
burn the hair salon down?

It was the only place
where Miss Cherry

and Mrs. Davis crossed paths.

He knew they were both
visiting the salon the next day.

He was afraid the two of them
would get to talking.

Miss Keating caught him
in the act, she was killed,

he then planted evidence to make
Mr. Langer appear guilty.

And since he was married
to Miss Keating's midwife,

he was more than familiar
with their situation.

He knew Langer had motive
and would be easily blamed.

Excellent work,
Detective Ogden.

Well, I did learn
from the best.

-Ah.
-[ Laughter ]

Oh!

Care to join us for lunch?

The inspector has
a surfeit of hangi mutton.

Apparently it didn't
go over well.

Tempting.

But I have
a pressing engagement.

Alice.

Ladies, welcome back.

Lovely to see you,
Miss Harper.

So happy you could stay on.

Only long enough
to help Miss West

get things up and running again.

If you need anything...

We'll just whistle.

You know, men can keep
their clubs and cigars.

It's magnificent to have
a place in this town

where one can enjoy
the company of women.

This place is a sanctuary.

Miss Cherry,
I am sorry about Teddy.

CHERRY: I'm not.

We all deserve to be with men
who deserve us.