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I'm sorry, Miss Darling,
but I have to counsel you

against undergoing
this procedure.

Why?
It's safe, isn't it?

For the most part, yes.

But there's always a risk
with surgery.

And the size of your chest
is not something

that needs to be fixed.

There's no reason
to take on any risk

for merely cosmetic purposes.

"Merely"?
Doctor, this is not a whim.

I have considered this
at length.

Then perhaps
you should consider

that you don't need to alter
your body

to be a beautiful young woman.

You already are.

I have had to endure the curse
of a large bosom

since I was in school.

All my friends
have youthful figures.

I will have the same.

What exactly do you mean
by "risk"?

The other doctor assured me

that the procedure
was perfectly safe.

It should be,
but when we're dealing...

I am willing to do anything
for Mirelle's happiness.

What does her mother say?

Her mother died some years ago.

Mirelle's happiness
is my obligation now.

I will pay any price
to ensure that.

It's not a matter of money,
Mr. Darling.

There are no guarantees
with any kind of surgery,

especially one
involving anesthetic.

So is it safe or not?

It's as safe
as any operation.

Then you shall do it.

Murdoch, where've you been?

I had some business
to attend to.

Well, don't take your hat off.

There's been a fire
at a rooming house in the Ward.

Crabtree's down there now.
There's a report of a body.

Sir.

Watch your step!

Who is it?

Knock down that side!
Get that hose in there!

Yes, sir!

The body is burnt.

No wallet.

Identification
or calling cards?

It doesn't seem.

Sir, you wouldn't expect it,
I suppose...

A chap living
in a boardinghouse like this.

He was a smoker.
Likely how the fire started.

Oh, my God.

Sir?

Do you know these people?

That's me.

What?

The boy?

Sir.

Does that mean this man is...

It's my father.

Right. Thank you.

Sir, why don't you...

Why don't you sit for a moment?

I'm fine, George.

Have you spoken
to the owner of the building?

Uh, no. One of the tenants seems
to think he's out of town, sir.

Did any of the neighbors
know Mr. Murdoch?

I gather he moved in
quite recently.

I suppose I should
gather his things.

The fire marshal doesn't want us
in there just yet, sir.

He says it's too dangerous.

I'll wait
at the station house, then.

Notify me when it's safe
to go inside.

Detective? I...

One thing I thought peculiar...

Why would your father
still be wearing his overcoat

sitting at home for a drink?

When you're intent on drinking,

I suppose you don't pay much
mind to removing your overcoat.

William.

I'm so sorry.

Oh. Thank you.
But really...

I know the two of you
weren't close,

but it's never easy
to lose a parent.

I suppose not.

But I haven't found it
to be difficult either.

I should notify Jasper.

Julia, I assure you
I'm quite all right.

This is your father, William.

I'm sure no one
will find it unusual

if you don't finish
your paperwork today.

No, but there's no reason
to postpone it either.

Julia, thank you
for coming down here

but I assure you,
I'm not being cold.

Obviously I'm not happy
the man is dead,

but there's nothing
I can do for him now.

I'll take care of
the coroner's report.

That's not necessary.

- Miss Hart is capable.
- Detective Murdoch.

Sir, this duffel...

It's badly burned,
but I believe this is the type

they give men when
they're released from the Don.

Harry Murdoch was known
to run afoul of the law

from time to time.

- What's that?
- A stack of handbills.

God. Heaven. Salvation.

I did not know my father
to be a God-fearing man.

Perhaps he found some form
of peace at the end of his life.

It doesn't seem to specify
any church in particular.

Well, that's odd.

There's another overcoat here.

But he was wearing his.

Why would a man
living in such a place as this

have two overcoats?

It doesn't fit.

This may not have been
his place.

Sir, I spoke
to the neighbors again.

No one remembers even seeing
the man who rented the room.

Well, perhaps the real tenant
was recently released from jail,

and he let Harry use his room
for a few days

while he was out of town.

Without his duffel?

Sir, I hesitate to say it,
but it does seem like

there is some
malfeasance involved.

The simplest explanation
is that

they were two drunks
sharing a bottle.

A blaze broke out,
and only one

woke out of his stupor in time
to escape the fire.

And the other chap
is nowhere to be found.

I mean,
surely it's a tad suspicious.

It is unusual, but we won't know
anything until we find that man.

There is some good news
on that front.

The lads have found
the building's landlord.

They're bringing him
to the station house now.

Very good.

Nelson.
Nelson was his name.

Is that his Christian name
or surname?

I-I just ask for their money,
not their life story.

When did he first
take the room?

Thursday last week.
Wednesday maybe.

About then.

Where did he come from?

As I say,
I don't ask these things.

What did he look like?

Older fellow... 60s, maybe.

Gray hair, unkempt.
Long hair for a man.

And did he tell you where
he'd previously been staying?

You can usually make a guess
on that front.

Most of the men I get
come from the Don.

We have a name... Nelson...
And a description,

but no sign of him yet.

He could know something
about your father's death.

He may have been present
during the fire.

Well, we need to find him.

Well, sir, even if
he does know something,

what would it matter?

No crime has been committed.

This was likely the last man
that saw your father alive.

You don't want to talk to him?

Frankly, sir, I don't see
what good it could do.

Sirs, uh, I traced the key

to a rooming house
on Queen Street.

The landlord there

confirmed that a chap checked in
about a week ago

and gave his name as Harry.

Fine work, George.

I suppose I'll settle his bill
and gather his things.

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I...

I'm looking for Harry Murdoch.
Does he not live here?

He did.

But he telephoned me
only yesterday.

He can't have moved on already.
A-Are you a friend of his?

I'm a police detective.

Oh, no.

Has something happened
to Harry?

I'm afraid he died
yesterday evening.

No.

Well...

This... This can't be.

We were supposed to see
one another,

catch up
after all these years.

Had you known him long?

Yes!

I-I hadn't
seen him recently, but...

But we used to be close.

Oh, I can't believe this.
What happened?

There was a fire.

Oh, Harry.

Oh, he was such a kind soul.

Wait...

You're a police detective.

You're his son, aren't you?

I am.

William.

He mentioned me?

Yes, of course, but...

I know you, dear.

Susan Kelly.
Don't you remember me?

I even took care of you while he
was working, don't you remember?

I don't remember much
from that time.

Well, we have to tell everyone.

I'm sure he has friends
in the city.

Yes, I'm planning
a small service

in a day or two at St. Paul's.

You can inquire
as to the particulars

from the station house.

Good day, Miss Kelly.

It was difficult
to get many details

because of how badly burnt
the body was.

However, I believe the victim
was involved in an altercation.

A fight?

Someone attacked him.

Whether or not he fought back,
I can't tell.

What kind of altercation?
How severe?

His hyoid bone is broken.

All other evidence
has been burned away.

- He was strangled?
- Yes.

There was no smoke
in his lungs,

so I believe it happened shortly
before the fire broke out.

I'm sorry, Detective.

So we have a murder
investigation on our hands.

And this fellow, Nelson,
is our prime suspect.

It would appear that
he murdered my father,

then set the building on fire
to cover up his actions,

which would explain why
he vanished without a trace.

Murdoch, you don't have to
do this, you know?

Are you questioning my ability
to remain impartial?

No, but it would be
more than understandable

if you wanted to
sit this one out.

- I don't.
- Good man.

I will not be performing
the breast reduction

on Mirelle Darling.

She is your patient.

I believe the procedure
is unnecessary.

It's not unnecessary
in the patient's view.

No, but it is in mine.

What would you propose?

We say no,

they go to another hospital
and have it done there.

Or a private practice maybe,

to be butchered
by some sawbones.

Well, if all doctors of good
conscience refuse to do it,

then perhaps
the patient will reconsider.

These people have money.
They'll get what they want.

And we can provide
the best surgeon

and the highest level of safety.

This procedure
goes against everything

we're striving to do
in this profession.

You may feel that way.

But to deny this operation is to
put the patient at greater risk.

- And if something goes wrong?
- That won't happen.

You can't be certain of that.
That's entirely my point.

That won't happen

because you will not
be performing the surgery.

If you can't handle
the responsibilities

of this kind of surgery,
I will undertake it myself.

- Did you find him? Nelson?
- Sir, no.

But Station House Two
received report of a break-in

on Markham Street.

The burglar
was described as a man

in his 60s with gray hair.

- Could be him.
- I'll inform the detective.

No. Maybe we should
handle this on our own.

We can't be sure
it's him yet.

William, thank you
for seeing us.

I was so saddened
upon hearing about Harry

that I went out straightaway

and found another
of his old friends.

Leonard Vasser.

Detective William Murdoch.

Pleased.

We were thinking

it might be nice to do something
to honor your father's memory.

Such as”?

Oh, a gathering of some sort?

A wake? He did love a party.

It's... It's a...

It's a hard thing
to lose someone.

All you want to do is, uh,

share whatever memories
are left to you.

I believe the funeral
will be sufficient.

Had you also known my father
a long time, Mr. Vasser?

Leonard, please.

I knew your father
as long as Susan here.

I shared a drink with him
only yesterday.

What time was that?

It was early.
About 2:00.

He died
just a few hours later.

Oh. Lordy, lordly...

Did he seem at all agitated
or anything of the sort?

No, no.

Why would you ask that?

Well, I regret to inform
the both of you,

that Harry Murdoch did not die

as the result
of an accidental fire.

- He was murdered.
- No!

How is that possible?
He would never...

H-He was a friend to all he met.

So you knew of no one
who may have wished him harm

or held a grudge?

I-I can't imagine.

You must find out
who did this, William.

Yes. In fact, I should
see to that presently.

Oh, one more thing.

Do either of you know a man
named Nelson

who may have known my father?

Uh, no, I can't say
that I do.

William.

Pardon the interruption.

Of course.
These folks were just...

Dr. Julia Ogden.
I'm William's wife.

Leonard Vasser.
This is Susan Kelly.

Old friends of Harry's.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Well, it's been hard,

but Harry would have been
so pleased

to see what a wonderful woman
his son married.

As I said, I'll send word as
soon as arrangements are made.

William, I-I was just
going to suggest lunch.

Perhaps we should invite
Leonard and Susan.

It will give you all
a chance to reminisce.

I came from the grocer's,
and I heard someone inside.

I thought
it was my nephew Timothy.

But it wasn't Timothy.
It was an old man.

His hair was gray, unkempt?

Exactly.

When I saw him,
I started screaming.

And then he ran off?

Once I grabbed hold
of that fireplace poker,

he sure did.

I put the fear of God
in that old fellow.

I don't doubt it.

- Was anything taken?
- Not a thing.

I stopped him in time.

But he did try to get
my sideboard.

He was trying to steal
your sideboard?

Obviously!
He dragged it across the room.

Did you have something valuable
in it?

No. It's valuable.

It's a sideboard.

Y-Yes, of course.

Do you mind if we have
a quick look?

Be my guest.

Excuse me.

This thing is bloody worthless.

I can't believe
he wanted to steal this.

Maybe he was trying to
get behind it.

Sir.

He wasn't dragging this
to look behind it.

He was trying to
reach something.

A small fortune.

Oh, it was a summer storm
like I'd never seen,

and the rain was just pouring
through a hole in the roof.

And your father came over

and went right out through
the thunder and the lightning,

climbed up there,
and started hammering away.

Well, after a minute or two,
the whole thing gave way

and he came tumbling down
right into the living room!

The man was soaked through.

Boy, was he angry.

But once he stopped
cursing a blue streak,

he found some wood, he went
right back up there again

and patched the thing up.

Nothing in the world
would have stopped him.

Well, he certainly
was stubborn.

Leonard spent a lot of time
with us that summer.

So you knew William as a boy.

I did.
I did.

I can't say that
I'd recognize you, William,

but I was around
in those days,

and I remember
how you admired your father.

Well, that was
a long time ago.

Still, he cared for you.

He was so proud
you'd become a policeman.

Well, if all of that is true,

it wasn't a feeling
he shared with me.

Or my brother.

But the most important thing

about my father's death
right now

is that his killer be found.

So if you'll excuse me.

Sirs! I spoke
to the woman who owns the house.

She had no idea anything
was hidden in the clock.

So an acquaintance just stopped
by and stuck $500 in there?

Well, she said the clock
was there when she moved in.

So I went and spoke
to property records.

I found out
that a previous owner

was a Mrs. Elizabeth Nelson.

Nelson?

- When did she sell the house?
- 18886.

But, sirs, I have a feeling
the truth stretches back

even further than that.

Why's that?

Sir, these notes were issued

by the First Dominion Bank
of Toronto.

Now, they've been closed
since 1878.

Nearly 30 years ago.

Right, that's when they were
bought out by Toronto Imperial.

So I went
and had a visit with Imperial.

They said when they took over
from First Dominion,

all the Dominion notes
were exchanged.

Maybe someone who collected them
for the bank

decided to keep them.

Usually the bank
would destroy the notes.

Presumably they would track
the numbers

to ensure that they didn't
buy back the same note twice.

Yes, exactly, sir.
That's just what they did.

However, not all the bills
were bought back.

Lost or forgotten,
presumably.

Here. This $10 bill
was never returned.

In fact, there's a whole
sequence of 10s here

that are marked as illicit.

These serial numbers
are all in sequence.

- Stolen?
- Not stolen, sir.

It says here it was used
to pay a ransom.

It was a kidnapping.
1870.

A very wealthy family,
the Penhursts,

had their infant son taken.

They paid a $2,000 ransom,

but the child
was never returned.

Never seen again.

And the notes were from
the Dominion Bank?

Sir, the serial numbers
were noted.

It's the same money.

Nelson must have
been involved.

If he's over 60 now, he would
have been a young man in 1870.

He must have hidden
the bank notes all these years,

thinking he'd go back to them
in case of an emergency.

An emergency as in he killed
a man and had to flee?

The house where the money
was hidden... Where is it?

Markham Street.

Markham Street.

I was here.

It was the summer
I visited my father.

It would have been 1870.

The same year the Penhurst child
was taken.

There's no proof
that your father

had anything to do with it.

He was here, and he knew the man
that was after the money.

There's no use
in pretending otherwise.

My father was involved
in that kidnapping.

The kidnapping of a child
is a serious crime, William.

How can you be sure
your father was involved?

He was staying with a friend
that summer.

At the house
from the photograph.

And this friend is the man
that may have killed him?

I knew him as Danny.

We looked into the previous
owner, Elizabeth Nelson,

and she had a son
named Daniel.

So he was staying
with this man,

and you think he helped him
with the kidnapping?

It explains almost everything.

There was money left over
from the ransom.

Perhaps Harry wanted it,

or perhaps he was
blackmailing Nelson.

You're ready to believe
the worst of him.

It could have been
merely an altercation

between two old friends.

But these were two old friends

who committed
a heinous crime together.

You don't know what happened.

The child
was never seen again.

I was actually starting to
feel something for the man.

Not grief, but something.

He had friends
who cared about him.

Perhaps he had
some redeeming qualities.

I'm sure he did.

Now he's left me with this.

His only legacy is an obligation
to right his wrongs.

Sirs?
I've looked into Daniel Nelson.

He's been in and out of
the Don Jail for decades,

but nothing more than petty
theft or drunken fistfights.

What about the kidnapping?

That's where
it gets interesting, sir.

For the year
leading up to the kidnapping,

he worked for the Penhurst
family as a gardener.

Now, he was questioned
by the police, of course,

but exonerated
thanks to an alibi.

How strong was the alibi?

I imagine he had
a very good one.

Mr. Nelson had an alibi
because he had an accomplice...

Harry Murdoch.

Sir, I'm very sorry.

It must be difficult to learn
such a thing of your father.

Yes, well, it's too late to
bring Harry Murdoch to justice.

Mr. Nelson remains at large.

He kidnapped a child
over 30 years ago

and very likely
killed my father.

Well, the lads are
combing the streets now

for anybody matching
his description.

There must be someone who knows
where he's gone.

He just got out of jail,
didn't he?

Sir.
Less than two weeks ago.

Well, he would have spent time
with someone in there.

The surgery was successful.

I'm glad.

I hope you understand
why I asked to step aside.

I do.

In your situation,
I may have done the same.

But I have a hospital
to think about.

Procedures that bring in
fees and donations,

they pay for
more than themselves.

They help us save lives.

Well, if this surgery
allows for that,

then perhaps the small risk
is worth taking.

Indeed.

Doctor.
The patient is feverish.

- Heart rate?
- 105.

And she's having
difficulty breathing.

I believe it may be sepsis.

You were a cellmate
of Daniel Nelson's?

Yes.

Do you know where he planned
to go upon his release?

He was on the path.

The path?

To salvation.

- He was religious?
- He had seen the light.

I had shown him.

You are a Christian?

I am a Christadelphian.

Repentance is the way
to reconciliation with God.

And Nelson believed this
as well?

Of course.
He was in Christ.

Is this part of the teachings
of your church?

This is the statement
of our faith.

This was the work
of my Daniel?

A stack of these
was found in his room, yes.

He was spreading the word.

He finally did it, didn't he?

Did what?

Confessed.

So, what did
you learn about Daniel Nelson?

His cellmate knew
he had secrets

he wanted to confess
but didn't know what they were.

I believe he intended to turn
himself in for the kidnapping,

and he urged Harry Murdoch
to do the same.

That's why your father had one
of those pamphlets in his room.

Which would suggest the two
of them met to discuss it

prior to him being killed.

Clearly, Harry Murdoch
did not want to be saved.

But if Nelson confessed,
then they would both hang.

I believe Harry went to Nelson's
apartment that night to kill him

so that his confession
would never be heard.

But Nelson
got the better of him,

set the place on fire,
and then fled.

Constables are searching
for him now.

Nothing yet.

We'll find him.
Your father will get justice.

I don't know
that he deserves it.

Everyone does.

He kidnapped a child, sir,

a child that is likely dead,

and evaded punishment
his entire life.

Where is the justice in that?

You need to try and find a way
to forgive him.

Why would I want to do that?

My father was no saint,
Murdoch,

but I choose to remember
the good things about him.

You should try and do the same.

Sir, I am not going to
trick myself

into having sympathy
for an awful man

simply so that
I can have peace of mind.

No, but you'll
wind up there eventually.

How do you know?

Because you did
with your father?

Or because you hope
your son will with you?

What are you suggesting?

A man who turns his back
on his family

can't simply return on a whim

and expect to find forgiveness
conveniently waiting for him.

I think you'd best
get out of my office

before you say any more.

- You're angry.
- What if I am?

Well, that anger
comes from the fact

that you cared about him.

I had simply hoped for better.

You hadn't seen the man
for 10 years.

There's no reason
to hope he'd changed.

That's not entirely true.

You'd spoken to him?

He sent me a telegram
the day before he died.

What?!
What did it say?

That he wanted to speak to me.

What about, I don't know.

And you thought
he might have changed?

I allowed myself
to entertain the possibility.

I thought that maybe
he wanted to apologize

or at the very least reconcile.

Well, perhaps he did.

Well, he may have
considered it.

But instead of meeting
with his son,

he drank the day away
with an old friend,

then went off to kill
another man.

He was...

He was my father.

But he was worthless
until his last breath.

Of course I'm angry.

I'm angry and ashamed.

Harry Murdoch died
attempting to kill a man.

No!

Not Harry!
He would never.

What do you recall
about the summer of 18?0?

That was the summer I visited.

That's right.

Come to think of it, he wasn't
around much that... that year.

I figured he was
taking care of you.

In fact, he may have been
spending much of his time

with a man
named Daniel Nelson.

You've mentioned him before.
Who was this man?

A criminal.

Someone who arranged
a kidnapping.

Dear God.

You think that he's the one
that killed Harry?

Likely in self-defense.

Well, you must find him.

You must to bring him
to justice. It's your duty.

Sir?

The lads
have found something.

- Over there.
- Right. Thank you.

Mr. Nelson is here?

Sir, the minister says he's
been here the last two days.

Hello.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Are you Daniel Nelson?

William!

You've come.
I'm so glad.

You're glad
the police are here?

Of course.

The time has come
for me to confess.

I am a murderer.

It was the summer of 1870.

We thought it would be easy.

I'd been working for
a rich family. I knew the house.

We'd take the child,
we'd get the money,

and the child would be returned.

But it wasn't.

When we went to retrieve
the money,

we left the infant alone.

One of us was supposed to stay
to look after him, but...

...we didn't trust one another.

What happened?

We gave him pillows
and a blanket.

That's what you're supposed to
do, isn't it?

But when we came back,
the blanket was over his face.

He was dead.

It was our fault.

Our greed had made us killers.

Never in my life did I feel
whole after that day.

But you already had the money.

I could never bring myself
to spend my share.

It was tainted with blood.

So I hid it away.

I thought maybe one day
my guilt would fade.

But no.

You did eventually go back
for it, though.

To return it,
along with my confession.

Harry Murdoch spent his share?

I imagine so, yes.

He didn't carry the same guilt.

Of course he did.

He may have spent his money,
but it tortured him nonetheless.

I saw no evidence of that.

He wore it on him every day.

I don't believe he'd once been
drunk before that day.

At least his pain is gone now,

even if his soul remains
unclean.

You urged him to confess.

He wasn't ready.
He was open to the possibility.

If he'd only had
a little longer...

His confession would have
meant even more than mine.

He was the only one who knew
where the body was buried.

So Harry Murdoch
did not want to confess.

And he wanted to stop you
from doing the same.

No, no, no.
Harry didn't want to stop me.

Then why did you kill him?

Detective,
I stand here before you

and God himself

ready to confess
all of my sins.

I am responsible for
only one death... the child.

I did not kill your father.

He shouldn't have done it.

Who?

Forbes.

I told him!

It wasn't his fault.

I was there
every step of the way.

He did all he could.

He shouldn't have done it
at all!

It's his job.

It's our job.

It's our job to help people,
not to put them at risk!

He kills this poor girl
and goes about his day?

There should be consequences!

People come here for all sorts
of reasons, Doctor.

We can't control those reasons.
We can't pick and choose.

All we can do is good work
inside these walls.

You can blame Dr. Forbes
if you like,

but he did his best.

So do we have our killer?

Yes, sir.

I believe we do.

Uh, thank you for coming in.

I thought you would both
like to know

that my father's killer
has been caught.

Oh, thank the Lord.

At least Harry will be laid to
rest with some measure of peace.

And I've decided to take
your advice, Miss Kelly.

I don't believe my father would
have wanted a formal burial.

He hadn't been a God-fearing man
in quite some time.

He tried on occasion.

I believe
he would have preferred

the words of his friends
over that of a priest's.

So if you'll join me,

I'd like to scatter
his ashes.

If you think that's what
he would have wanted.

Where are we going,
William?

Here.

My father often spoke
of this place.

He certainly did recently.

Well, it's not much to speak of,
if I'm honest.

It's where he would have
wanted us to do this.

There's only one thing
about my father's death

that still doesn't add up.

Mr. Nelson was going to return
his share of the ransom money.

But it wasn't half.
It was a quarter.

So?

What does that suggest
to you?

I haven't the slightest idea.

It suggests to me

that four people were involved
in the kidnapping...

Mr. Nelson, Harry Murdoch,
and two others.

Well, what of it?
It could have been anyone.

It happened 30 years ago.

I think you're getting ahead
of yourself, William.

Daniel Nelson
couldn't be trusted.

So you did know him?

Only yesterday
you told me you didn't.

We don't know him.

Then how do you know
he can't be trusted?

It's all right, Susan.
We can be honest with William.

The truth is we knew Nelson a
little bit, only through Harry,

and that was years ago.

The man was deranged,
even back then.

He... He hated us.

We hid the fact
because we were concerned.

If he said we have anything
to do with his crimes,

it's all in his imagination.

What is it you think
he would have said?

What does it matter?

The man was a lifelong criminal.

All you have is his word.

No, please,

why don't you illuminate me
as to the truth, Mr. Vasser?

You met with my father
the day that he died.

What did you discuss?

Nothing.
Old times.

I believe he told you that
Mr. Nelson intended to confess.

I assumed that Harry Murdoch
left that meeting

to take care of business.

But that's not what happened,
is it?

How in the hell should I know?

You know damn well!

Harry went to see Nelson,
but not to kill him...

To warn him that the two of you

intended to stop him
from confessing.

To stop both of them.

You can't prove a word of this.

No.

But I know it's true.

You pretended to be his friend,

let me believe
the worst of my father,

that his last days were spent
fixed on murder.

You were going to let me
believe it the rest of my life.

We did nothing.

Don't you dare deny it.

I know the truth.

Now, you've done enough
to tarnish my father's memory.

It's time he got the justice
he deserves.

No. Listen.
Don't.

Why do you think
I brought you out here

to the middle of nowhere?

Stop!

It won't be the two of us
left out here to die, William.

You'll die,
just like your father...

Trying to be a hero.

Except this time,
no one will find the body.

Oi! Stop right there,
the pair of you.

Y-You don't understand!

He was trying to kill us.
He... He pulled his gun!

Save your breath
for the courtroom, madam.

Mr. Darling,
please accept my condolences.

Thank you.

No one could have predicted...

This doctor should never
have gone through with it.

This is all his fault.

If he knew
that it was dangerous...

he should never have
gone through with it!

He should have said something.

Like you did.

Mr. Darling, Dr. Forbes is one
of the best surgeons

in the country.

If he loses his position here,
nothing will change.

A lesser surgeon
will take his place.

More people will die.

My daughter...

I know, and I'm so sorry.

You still haven't got anything
on us.

Other than the fact
you've confessed

to killing Harry Murdoch.

You'll get a chance to question

the integrity of
Mr. Nelson's testimony in court.

But I suspect a jury
will find him

to be a very credible witness.

Especially once his story
is corroborated by my father's.

Your father never said a thing.

No.

He didn't get the chance.

But on the day he died,

my father asked me
to meet him here.

He was going to tell me
the story,

show me where the child
is buried,

which I suspect
is very near to here.

He was going to
set things right.

Now he has.

Lads.

Thank you. That was very nice.

Father.

Murdoch.

Sir, I was out of line earlier.

I was speaking
of my own experience.

I didn't intend to suggest
anything about you.

I think you did.

Maybe.
But I was wrong.

Not completely.

Sir.

The constables found
the remains of the child.

They were
right next to the stone wall

where your father
wanted to meet you.

Thank you.

I suppose that will give the
family some measure of closure.

Sir, I think that kind of
resolution is no small thing.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

It's a good thing
you did for him, William.

What's that?

He carried his guilt
his whole life,

and that couldn't be undone.

But you were able to
bring it to light.

Only after he'd died.

But he wanted to confess
before he died.

That's why he wanted to come
and see you.

He'd decided to do
the right thing.

And he did sacrifice himself
for it.

I suppose I should admire him
for that.

If only he'd done it sooner.

Well, he could have walked into
any station house to confess.

He wanted to see you...

...because you were both seeking
the same thing.

Resolution.

Reconciliation.

And now we'll never have it.

No.

But perhaps the fact that
you both wanted it is enough.