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Gentleman, the candidate
I offer you today

represents an opportunity
for Toronto

to embrace the future,

to let all know they are welcome
here, no matter what religion.

And an opportunity to
hire the finest policeman

this city has ever known.

Detective William Murdoch,

your time has come.

You stay down here.

Gentlemen, thank you.

Over here, please!
This way!

Oh, John!

John.

- Inspector.
- Watts.

What's going on?

- Water.
- I can see that.

I mean this.

I've taken up
the sport of running.

- What for?
- It clears the head.

So does a good drop of Scotch.

I have a favor to ask,
Inspector.

There's a case
I want to look into.

Well, then, look.

This case is somewhat

in the jurisdiction
of Station House One.

Lucille Palmer was a witness
in a case of mine years back.

Bright young thing.

She was found dead
in an opium den nine days ago.

That happens.

Yes, but Lucille
didn't use dope in excess.

She was shot.

- Who's handling the case?
- Inspector McWorthy.

There's been no progress

since the day after
her body was found.

Ordinarily I wouldn't mind you
looking into Station One's work.

But I've got something
cooking at the moment,

and I don't want you
mucking it up.

So I can't do this?

I'm saying mind your step.

Now, get yourself cleaned up
in the water closet.

Running may clear your head,

but it's not doing much
for the air in here.

Oh. Murdoch.

Ah, here.

- Take these.
- Sir?

These are my way
of saying goodbye.

- You're leaving? Again?
- Not me. You.

The inspector position
at Station House Five.

Slorach's gone, and I've
recommended you for the job.

And I'm not the only one.

I'm afraid
that's a waste of time.

You don't want it?

Sir, we both know
that the furthest

a Catholic can advance in the
constabulary is, well, this.

It seems the times,
they are a-changing.

You have a friend
in high places,

and he's a lot like you.

- A Catholic?
- A progressive type.

Allen Templeton.

His father-in-law is the head
of the Board of Control.

Now, he likes to
play kingmaker,

and he's got his eye on you.

It can't hurt to try, Murdoch.

Mr. Johnston is expected
at the funeral home.

And when you return,

Mr. Morgan will be ready
for the incinerator.

Detective.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to see Lucille Palmer's
body, Miss Hart.

Lucille Palmer...
Gunshot to the chest?

Yes.
Have you recovered a bullet?

No, it went through the body
but was not found.

Detective, isn't this
Inspector McWorthy's case?

I believe so,
but I've a personal interest.

That's amusing?

You policemen have a lot
of "personal interests."

Miss Palmer's best friend,
Isabel Carmichael,

identified the remains.

Still trying to discern
the source of the amusement.

She came here on the arm
of Constable John Brackenreid.

The two looked a little more
than just cozy.

Please.

I guess the uniform works
on some women.

But not you, Miss Hart?

I'm aiming a little higher.

Constable.

Miss Newsome.

You've not come
to sue me again, have you?

Not at all. But I am here
on a professional errand.

Is that right?

I am articling
with the Crown attorney.

He's asked me to research
all files in relation

to the enforcement
of the Chinese laundry tax.

Good Lord.
What did you do wrong?

Nothing at all.
In fact, I came top of my class.

Well, trust a lawyer to work
that into the conversation.

Trust a constable
to take offense.

Anyway, this is
a plum assignment,

and I intend to do
my best work on it.

So if you'll be so kind
as to point me

in the direction of the records,
I shall be on my way.

I'm afraid I can't.

Pardon?

Those files can't leave
the station, Miss Newsome.

While you're here,
you can examine them

as long as you like.

It seems I'll be spending some
time here with you, then.

Constable.

Well, don't worry.
We don't need to talk.

Oh, I-I have to adjust
some of the parameters.

Thank you.

Allen Templeton
suggested the promotion

and has already written
a letter of recommendation.

Well, you certainly
deserve it.

It's complimentary, to be sure,
but doesn't the man realize

he's pursuing a lost cause?

Perhaps he believes he can
convince the Board of Control.

You do have a stellar record.

And now you've literally
written the book

on police investigation.

With your help.

I've had a good record
for a number of years.

That's never been enough
to overcome

anti-Catholic sentiment before.

Perhaps that's
about to change.

Progress is slow,
but it does come, William.

I am proof of that.

I suppose you're right.

Anything is possible.

Precisely.

But is this something
you actually want?

It would be a big change.

A supervising position,

a completely different
station house.

Perhaps I could
formalize a system

to pass on
my investigative techniques.

You know, Julia, I believe
this is something I want.

It's not the only thing,
it appears.

One of your detectives

has been sniffing around
a case of mine.

- I'd like you to tug his leash.
- Sniffing how?

He visited Miss Hart,
asked about my business.

The victim was an acquaintance.

Doesn't sound like
he's overstepped.

Whatever Detective Watts thinks
he knows about Lucille Palmer,

she wasn't what she seemed.

Pretty girl from a good family,
right?

Well, her body was found
in that abandoned building

near Union Station where
the dope fiends like to go.

The man that was with her
was seen

boarding a train out of town
the next day.

And that's where
the investigation ended, did it?

No.

I put out the man's description

to the railway lines
and law enforcement.

What more
would you have me do?

- Fair enough.
- That's what I thought.

- So tell your man to back off.
- I'll pass it along.

Throw some weight
behind it, Tom.

I know about your plan to move
Detective Murdoch up the ladder.

You hear that McPherson
from Hamilton

is making noises
about moving to the big city?

- Good solid Ulsterman.
- Is that so?

Could talk him out of it,

leave the way clear
for Murdoch.

But you'd have to
make it worth my while.

Margaret.

I knew I'd find you here,
Thomas.

Think about what I said.

Lovely to see you,
Mrs. Brackenreid.

Let's have a seat.

- When did you get back?
- Last night.

Everything is just fine
at the house.

John says you've been
checking in on it.

It's a good house.

Can't have it falling apart
from neglect.

I didn't ask you to move out.

You left first.

Let's just say we've both made
mistakes and leave it at that.

But you're back now,
so let's put the past behind us

and get the family
back together.

Yes...

I've had a lot of time to
think about this, Thomas, and...

John's a grown man.

Bobby's off to boarding school.

There's no reason
to keep up appearances.

Appearances?
What are you talking about?

I've made a decision.
I want you to give me a divorce.

It will have come
as no surprise to anyone,

given the year we've had.

Well, it's a bloody surprise
to me.

Well, maybe you haven't been
paying attention.

This is the most ridiculous idea
you've ever had.

And if you think
I'm going to agree to it,

then you've forgotten
who you're married to,

Mrs. Brackenreid.

Watts.

You're up bright and early,
Miss Newsome.

If you hadn't noticed,
I put all the files

pertinent to your
laundry tax case right here

at Constable Higgins' desk.

That desk is very dirty.

No, it isn't.

Be that as it may,
this is my desk.

Do feel free to take
your typewriter if you need it.

Will you be using
your typewriter, Constable?

Yes. Yes, I will.
Right here, at my desk.

George.

You can't let her get away
with this.

No, I won't.

In fact,
you'll just have to share.

Suit yourself.

Thank you, Detective Watts.

You two.
Clear off.

Higgins, put the kettle on.

Watts, stay where you are.

Your case is a dead end.

Do you really believe that?

McWorthy said they tried
and couldn't find the man

who killed Miss Palmer.

Now, if you're caught
sniffing around again,

Murdoch's chances
at becoming inspector

will be in jeopardy.

Oh, so it's for the best
that I back away.

I never said that.
You did.

Ah, Mr. Templeton.
What a pleasure.

- Sorry to disturb you.
- Oh, no, we're finished.

I was hoping to have a few
words with... Detective Murdoch.

Oh, right.

- Allen Templeton.
- Y-Yes, of course.

Thank you for your support.

It means a great deal to me.

It's my pleasure, Detective.

You do realize that endorsing me
for this position

will use
some of your political capital?

On balance, I expect it to be
a worthy expenditure.

The Catholic constituency
is rising in influence.

I'll make sure that they know
that I supported their man

for this prestigious position.

I'm to be a pawn, then?

Hardly.

I see great things for you,
Detective Murdoch.

I wanted you
to be the first to know...

I've handed in my resignation
as city coroner.

You've decided to become
a surgeon full time.

Yes, I plan to dedicate myself
to that alone.

Good for you.

You do seem to be going
from success to success.

I don't want you to worry about
your position here.

I'll put in a good word
for the new coroner.

I appreciate that, Dr. Ogden.

But you must be aware I don't
want to work for a new coroner.

I want that job for myself.

Your ambition is admirable,
Miss Hart.

And perhaps with
a few more years' experience,

and hopefully down the road,
when minds are more open,

you will earn the position
you want.

That's very sensible advice.

Thank you for being
such a reliable assistant

this past two years.

I-I've been grateful
for the opportunity.

All the best.

I've seen you around here.

I thought
there was more to you.

Dr. Ogden is finally resigning
as the coroner.

You must be happy.

I will be
once the position is mine.

Are you still prepared
to help?

You've always done good work.

Is it good enough for you

to stick your neck out
with the board?

I'll see what I can do.

I won't be held back.

And I'm not going to be able
to change the world.

I expect to finish
quite soon, Constable.

Oh, well, I'll be so sorry
to see you go.

- I thought as much.
- Right, then.

I'm off on my patrol.

He's sweet on you,
you know?

Detective.
You wanted to see me”?

Indeed.
I need your help.

I heard that you are keeping
company with Isabel Carmichael?

Yes, I met her in an acting
class I've been attending.

Acting?

You need to take a class
in pretending?

- Well, I...
- Never mind.

Isabel was an acquaintance

of Lucille Palmer,
recently deceased.

- Is that true?
- Yes. They were close friends.

Then, you knew her?

I, uh... yes.

Did you hear
that she fell into drugs?

I-I heard she had become
interested in opium.

I want you
to look into this for me, John.

Unofficially, you understand.
Get your lady friend talking.

Find out who Miss Palmer
was keeping company with,

who may have wanted
to hurt her.

But don't let Isabel know
why you're asking.

You want me
to lie to Isabel?

Mm, let us not think of it
as a lie

but as an exercise

in, uh, pretending.

Your monologue today
was very poised.

Thank you, John.

I asked Miss Connors
if we could do

a scene together next week
in class.

I'd like that.

Maybe something from a tragedy?

I think I've had enough tragedy
for the time being.

Y-Yes, of... of course.

Sorry.

Lucille.

If only you'd known her.

She was so charming,
but she changed.

Changed how?

Had she been associating
with the wrong people?

I tried to counsel her,
but she wouldn't listen to me.

All of us tried to help.

Her friends, A-Arthur...

- Arthur!
- Hello, sis.

John.

Ugh, you should have
ordered the deviled crabs.

Arthur, mind your manners,
for heaven's sake.

Excuse him.
He's utterly spoilt.

What are the riveting events
of the day

you and your young constable
are discussing?

Lucille.

And what happened to her.

I see.

She certainly is a topic of
conversation, isn't she, John?

I'm to meet
with the board tonight.

You'll do fine.

If I'm honest, I-I'm a tad more
nervous than I thought I'd be.

Is everything all right, sir?

Margaret's asked me
to give her a divorce.

Oh, I-I didn't realize
it had come to that.

I'm so sorry.

I have to go.

I hope you get
what you want, Murdoch.

Sir.

You're late for night rounds,
Doctor.

Still working two jobs,
are we?

No, Dr. Dixon.

I believe
I have found my calling.

From now on, I am a surgeon.

Lately, Lucille was keeping time
with this fellow, Grant Sutton.

All four grew up
in the same circles.

Isabel and Arthur believe
that Sutton was the one

who encouraged her
to start taking opium.

Did this Sutton character have
any reason to want her dead?

Isabel's brother didn't
know anything about that,

though I do believe Sutton
has a history of being rough

with his lady companions.

And you say Lucille had
fallen out with her old friends?

Yes.

Then perhaps Grant Sutton

was one of the last
to see her alive.

It might be interesting
to find out what he knows.

Don't dally.

Of course. I know
Detective Murdoch very well.

Your reputation precedes you,
Detective.

You arrested my good friend
Robert Graham last year.

Well, then,
nothing better than having

an incorruptible inspector
on the team, is there?

You stay down here.
I'll take upstairs.

Careful.

John!

There's damage
to the abdominal wall.

He'll need surgery.
Notify Dr. Forbes immediately.

Have them prepare
the operating theater.

I need more pressure.

I need to find the source of
the blood on the interior wall.

His pulse is weak.

Be grateful he has one.

- Is he alive?!
- For now.

Tom. Tom, you need
to stay out of the way.

Let's move him!

Will he be all right?
Will he be all right?

He's been shot
in the abdomen.

He's lost a lot of blood,
but he's hanging on.

That's good.

We'll need
to take the bullet out.

Dr. Forbes is on his way.

- He's on his way?
- He has the experience.

How many gunshot wounds
has he seen?

- I've seen thousands!
- Dead ones, I presume.

And don't forget the bullet
threatens the spine.

- Just, please, do what you can.
- Are you gonna help me or not?

John? John? John!

- Come here, Margaret!
- John!

It'll be all right.
It'll be all right.

I promise.
I promise you.

We were there
to talk to a witness.

Grant Sutton.
Or possibly he was a suspect.

You don't know?

I didn't know
he was dangerous.

We decided to cover
separate floors.

Then I heard shots.

How many shots?

Two shots.

One, two.

So John was shot twice?

I don't think so, no.

There was another man
in the room,

already dead when I arrived.

- Sutton?
- I would guess.

I was told to stay away
from this case.

I asked John to help me.

This is all my fault.

- Detective Watts...
- George.

Let him go.

He is ready, Doctor.

What have you found out?

John and Detective Watts
were attempting

to interview a man
named Grant Sutton.

Mr. Sutton shot John,

and it appears
that John returned fire.

I hope he killed the bastard.

He did.

Anyone who had anything to do
with hurting my boy,

I swear to God, Murdoch, I'll
kill them with my bare hands.

What are you doing?!

I'm just returning
some files I signed out.

I expressly told you
you weren't to take any files!

- I'm sorry.
- Well, it's funny, you know?

You hate police.

You think we're so corrupt
and incompetent,

and obviously
you have no trouble

breaking the rules yourself.

I-I heard about
the young constable.

That must be
very difficult for you.

That is none of your...

That is my new book!
Who told you you could read it?

I'm sorry!
I just got caught up!

Well, you didn't have the right
to look at it.

I beg your pardon.

You know, it was very good.

I couldn't put it down,
actually.

That's the damage
to the lateral wall closed.

Pulse and breathing
are regular.

I can't see the bullet.
There's too much swelling.

Take your time.

- There it is.
- Is it in the spinal cord?

I can't see
how deep it goes.

- Do I take it out?
- I think we have to.

Steady now.
Steady.

Was there damage
to the spinal cord?

I don't know.

Let's get ready to close.

You didn't want him to
become a police officer.

You were right.
I should have listened to you.

About this and... and a lot
of other things.

Is he all right?

We were able to repair
the damage to the abdomen,

but his recovery
will not be easy.

But he will live?

Yes.
Yes, he will live.

Thank God.

There is one more thing.

The bullet was lodged

dangerously close
to his spinal cord.

Are you saying
that he may not walk again?

The swelling
made it impossible to know

whether there will be
any permanent damage,

but we managed
to get the bullet out,

and now we must hope
for the best.

- Miss Hart.
- Detective.

Grant Sutton.

What do you want, Murdoch?

- Why are you moving the body?
- Because it's my case.

I'll be wanting to take
a look at that weapon.

That will be going into evidence
at my station house.

One of our men was shot.

In the district
of Station House One.

And your man was shot

while interfering
with a case I was working.

It's my understanding

that you weren't
working on the case at all.

How do you come to that?

If Grant Sutton was willing
to shoot at a police officer,

it would certainly suggest
that he had some involvement

in Lucille Palmer's murder,
wouldn't it?

You are making a leap,
Detective.

Do you know otherwise?

Had you previously
interviewed Grant Sutton?

Now that one of our own
has been injured,

I trust that this case
and Lucille Palmer's murder

will have
your full attention.

They will have mine.

These are all the notes

in Watts' things I could find

that seem to pertain to
Lucille Palmer's death.

- He hasn't come in yet?
- No.

Um, the notes seem to suggest
that Grant Sutton

was Miss Palmer's
latest paramour.

That's why Watts and John
went looking for him.

Perhaps he was her killer also,
Sir.

I mean, maybe that's why
he shot John,

thinking the police
were coming to question him.

That's certainly a possibility.

George, have a look at this.

"Mr. Sutton, Montreal,

October 28, three days.

Alibi, question mark."

This would imply that Sutton
was in Montreal

at the time
of Miss Palmer's death.

And if that's the case, what
reason could he possibly have

for shooting John?

I'll look into this.

John?

Oh, my baby boy!

You're all right, son.

Detective Watts.
Is he all right?

He's fine.

- John!
- Isabel.

Oh, my God, John.

Thank goodness.

Mother, Father,
this is Isabel Carmichael.

I had hoped we'd meet
under better circumstances.

Are you all right?

Well, I suppose.
Though my legs feel strange.

That's normal.

You'll be as good as gold
before you know it.

I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner.

I was on the train to Hamilton
and came back

as soon as I heard
what'd happened.

I feel better already,
seeing your face.

- Margaret.
- What?

- Margaret, come on.
- What?

Come on.

Wait. Careful.

Where are you going?

I'm going to find
Dr. Ogden.

You heard him. There's something
wrong with his legs.

Oh, no, he's fine!
Who is this girl?

I don't know any more
than you do, Margaret.

Oh, well, you've been doing
a fine job as a father.

They're acting like
they're practically engaged,

and you don't know
who she is!

I'm not the one who ran out
on my family for two months.

Here?

Nothing.
Is... Is that normal?

We're giving the swelling
time to go down, John,

before we draw any conclusions.

When will that be?

I'll be back.

Doctor?

So will he walk?

It's only been a day.

That's not an answer.

It's too soon to tell, Tom.

You should have waited.

I thought you...

You should have waited
for someone

who knows how
to do the bloody job!

The man is upset.

Well, he has a right to be.

John Brackenreid is not
reporting sensation in his legs.

That's, uh...
That's unfortunate.

You know as well as I do

that if his spine was intact,
he'd be showing signs by now.

- I may have paralyzed him.
- Doc...

Ladies.

Might I have a word
with Constable Brackenreid?

Let's step outside,
Miss Carmichael.

We can have a little chat
while the men talk.

John.
Happy to see you're on the mend.

I'll be up and about
in no time, Detective.

Good, good.

What happened, John?

Well, uh, Detective Watts wanted
to interview Grant Sutton,

so we went inside.

I heard footsteps,
called his name.

That's all I remember.

You must have been shot
soon afterwards.

And you don't recall
if Mr. Sutton or you shot first?

He must have.

But I can't say for sure.

Did you have your weapon drawn
when you entered the room?

Yes, I drew my gun
the moment I...

Detective Watts never signed
any weapons out of the armory.

How is it that you were armed
and he wasn't?

You're speaking to someone
who is on your side here, John.

The truth is,

I-I knew of Grant Sutton
before we went to talk to him.

He was a former beau
of Isabel's.

She's a girl I'm seeing...
Isabel Carmichael.

Why would you need a weapon?

Grant Sutton
is not a good man.

He'd been following her.
He made threats against us both.

She was frightened.

I wanted to protect her.

And yet you told
Detective Watts none of this?

She begged me
not to tell anyone.

She feared for her reputation.
So I-I kept quiet.

All right.

Detective, what happened
to Grant Sutton?

He was shot... dead.

Well, that's as well.

Isabel is safe now.

I'm sorry, Detective.

I did everything wrong,
didn't I?

It's all right, John.

We'll sort it out.

Why?

Why would John not tell Watts
that he knew about Grant Sutton?

He believed he was protecting
Isabel Carmichael's reputation.

But as it turns out,

Grant Sutton
didn't kill Miss Palmer.

Right. Witnesses place him
in Montreal at the time.

Which begs the question,

why would he open fire on police
when they show up?

Is he... Is he protecting
the real killer?

McWorthy doesn't believe
that there's any connection

between Lucille Palmer
and her killer.

What if he's right?

What if McWorthy is right
and Watts is wrong?

There's no wonder
he's feeling responsible.

Actually, Detective Watts

may have had a reason
to be suspicious.

Lucille Palmer was with child

and intended
for the father to marry her,

"no matter the difficulty
of the match,"

which means that this someone
was unsuitable.

This could have been
the killer's motive.

- Where did you find that?
- In the girl's bedroom.

Which you would have known
if you'd done a thorough search.

Why would you go back
into a room

that had already been searched?

Because, as I told you,

I intend to look into
this matter further,

whether you like it or not.

Sometimes it pays
to take a second look.

Well, if you'd been
looking hard enough,

you would know
that Lucille Palmer

wasn't actually with child.

The postmortem showed that.

The man in question would have
no way of knowing that.

Any idea who he may be?

Mnh-mnh.

But we may be able
to find out.

I just spoke
with Lucille Palmer's sister.

Her parents forbid her
from seeing Lucille,

but she did anyway.

Did she know who Lucille
may have been seeing?

No, but she said her sister
met the same man every Wednesday

at a posh downtown hotel,

including the Wednesday
before she died.

Who was he?

Man by the name of Carmichael.

- Carmichael?
- Arthur Carmichael.

Isabel Carmichael's brother.

Of course I knew Lucille.

She was my sister's
closest chum.

Can anyone account
for your whereabouts

on the evening that she died?

I can't think of anyone.

And you're a regular at
the King's Arms Hotel downtown?

It's a first-rate hotel.

You should really visit the bar
and try their gin rickey.

Best in town.

This is a murder investigation,
Mr. Carmichael.

You can keep your drink tips
to yourself.

We believe you consorted
with Miss Palmer.

Did you ever consider
making an honest woman of her?

Why would I do that?

For a start, it would be
the honorable thing.

I'm much too young
to be tied down.

So you would be unhappy
to receive this, then.

This isn't addressed to me.

It just says, "My darling."

I don't know
if you know about Lucille,

but that could be anyone.

You admit knowing her,

and you admit meeting her
at that hotel.

You didn't want to
be tied down by her,

so you took care
of the problem.

She took care of it herself
by going and getting killed.

Wipe that smirk off your face,
or I will do it for you.

Are you gonna let him
talk to me like that?

Just answer the questions.

In any event, I didn't get her
in the family way,

and I didn't kill her.

You can't prove otherwise.

Did you speak with him?

To ask for the kind
of forgiveness I need

is to place another burden
on him.

You didn't fail him.
I did.

Your misplaced guilt

is another consequence
of my mistakes.

I could say the same.

And yet look at us.

We are unscathed.

Thank you for coming,
Miss Hart.

I understand you can help me.

You want very much
to become city coroner.

I do.

The position is available,

and I am the most qualified
to fill it.

I am prepared to help you
get what you want,

but I need to know,
will you help me?

That's why I'm here.

Tomorrow you will be asked

to reexamine
Lucille Palmer's body,

and you will find this.

I don't know what
you've been told about me,

but I don't fabricate evidence.

What I have been told
is that you are ambitious.

This is the opportunity
to get what you want.

Detective?
I have some news.

Yes?

Station House One
have done another search

of the scene
of Miss Palmer's murder.

They say they now have
the bullet that killed her.

Really?

Does that strike you
as somewhat suspicious?

Somewhat indeed.

I would very much like
to see this bullet.

How is it possible
that this was only just found?

Sometimes it pays to have
a second look.

To be honest,
I'm skeptical myself.

I'd been over that room three
times before with my best men.

- Where exactly was it found?
- Embedded in the mattress.

And there's something
interesting about it.

Look.

Well, that is interesting.

There's a fragment
broken off it.

And it wasn't found
in the bed.

It's unlikely the bullet

would have broken
hitting the mattress.

If this is indeed the bullet
that killed Lucille Palmer,

then the missing piece
could be in her body.

If there were something here,
Detective,

I would have found it
during my first examination.

Keep looking, Miss Hart.

So far, nothing.

The piece we're looking for

is small and thin and may be
very difficult to see.

Please keep looking.

This is a waste of time.

W-Wait.

Is this
what you're looking for?

This is the bullet
that killed Lucille Palmer.

Now all we have to do
is find the gun that fired it.

I consider Arthur Carmichael

to be our prime suspect
at this time.

Would you agree?

Let's search his home.

I don't even own a gun,
gentlemen.

And if I had shot someone,

I'd hardly be stupid enough
to bring the very weapon home.

Oh, but I think
you just might be.

Do you know my father is
the chief Crown attorney?

That's not my concern,
Mr. Carmichael.

Why don't you look
at the other fellow

she was keeping company with?

Who is that?

You'll be able
to find him easily enough.

I hear
he's not going anywhere.

Just tell us who he is.

That constable
my sister is so sweet on.

John Brackenreid.

None of this
makes any sense to me.

I never knew John
was carrying a gun.

He never mentioned
a relationship

with Lucille Palmer?

Only that he'd met her briefly
in his acting class.

Yet Arthur Carmichael
said that John

had an intimate relationship
with her.

Were John not known to us, we
would find this very suspicious.

He did not outright lie about
the gun or the girl, but...

He left out important truths,
Watts.

And then apparently killed
Grant Sutton.

A potential witness

in the matter
of Lucille Palmer's death.

As I say, if John
were not known to us...

But he is,

and I believe him incapable
of malicious intent,

let alone murder.

- I agree.
- Good.

Let's hope the evidence
confirms it.

You're expected back at work.

Soon.

My son is lying
in a hospital bed, paralyzed,

and you're telling me
you're investigating him?

For what?

It appears the bullet
that killed Miss Palmer

came from John's gun.

Well, that's a bloody mistake.

He's not capable
of killing a girl.

Why's he meant
to have done it?

Miss Palmer wrote a letter
to someone

saying she was with child
and demanding marriage.

And that someone is my son?

That boy is as pure
as the driven snow.

This is ridiculous, Murdoch,

and I can prove as much
right now.

John!

Tell Detective Murdoch

that you had nothing to do with
the murder of Lucille Palmer.

- Sir...
- Shut up, Murdoch!

Tell these two that you didn't
even know Lucille Palmer.

That you certainly
never bedded her.

- Thomas!
- Of course he didn't.

It was before
we were courting, Isabel.

I-I promise.

You knew her?

I did.

Why did you not tell
Detective Watts?

Would someone please tell me
what is going on here?

Son, did you or did you not
bed that girl?

Are you interrogating
your own son?!

Margaret, be quiet,
for God's sake!

It didn't mean anything
to me.

I... I'm so sorry.

At this moment you don't
mean anything to me either.

Isabell.

Even if the letter is...
It doesn't mean that...

The bullet's a match, sir.

- Constable John Brackenreid...
- No.

No!
Thomas, stop this!

John Brackenreid,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Lucille Palmer.