All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S18E02 - Only Murdoch in the Building

(indistinct chatter)

- Effie crabtree, canada's first
female crown attorney.

- And clara brett martin
was the first female attorney

In the entire british empire.

She forged the path
that I have followed.

- I'm writing a profile on you.

"woman lucks into success"

Isn't exactly a headline
that will attract readers.

- I'm just being honest.

- Your first case with the crown
is one of the biggest

In toronto's history.

You will argue that a former
city councilman should hang

For the killing of three people.
- That's right.

However, mr. Alister gordon
will be lead counsel.

I'll be assisting him.

- You're an assistant?

- No. I'm a newly appointed
lawyer for the crown.

- What do you say to those
who believe that women

Are mentally inferior to men

And incapable
of logical reasoning?

- I would say that it is
their reasoning

That is illogical.
Women are the equal to men

In every way.

And if they don't
believe that fact, then, well...

Just watch me.

(engine rumbling)

- Ta-ta, dear. Safe voyage.

Union station, sir.

(curious music)

Oh! You must be mr. Murdoch.

I'm the landlord, stanley.
Lester.

- Oh, it's a pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

And thank you
for accommodating me

On such short notice.

- Just moved to town?
- No. I'm living on my own

For the first time
in quite some time,

And my home is just very...

Empty and quiet.

- Well, you won't have
that problem here.

Follow me, sir.

You're in 2c.

(dog barking)

Make yourself at home.

- Thank you.

- Detective murdoch?

- Yes. Do I know you?

- No.

Oh but thank god
you're finally here.

There's been a murder.

(theme music)

Jonathan b. Booth.

He lived in this room
for about a year.

Was it two years?

I only lived here
for seven months.

Well, seven and a half.

- And you believe this
mr. Booth was murdered?

- Yes.

It happened two weeks ago,

Just after I last saw him
on Thursday at 4:15 p.M.

- You saw his body?
- No.

- Then how do you know
he was murdered?

- He was gone.
- Gone?

- Oh, he wouldn't
just disappear.

Without saying goodbye?

No. No, no. No. No, sir.

No, not mr. Booth.
Now, I told all of this

To the constables
at station house four.

Maclaren and cruickshank...

Can't remember
their christian names.

- It's all right. I know them.

- But you're here now,
so I can rest easy.

- Actually, I am moving
into these rooms

Because this is to be my home.

- Oh.
- For now.

(clears throat)
- oh.

- So, if... You don't mind.

- Of course. I beg your pardon.

Was just, wh-wh-what
about the murder?

- I'll look into it.

- So you'll be living here?

With me!

- So it would seem.

(indistinct chatter)

- Didn't know the hallowed halls
of power would be quite so dull.

- Well, you are causing
quite a stir.

- I'd hate to see them
when they're not stirred up.

- Hm.

- So, let's, uh, go over this
once again, chief constable.

(sighs)
tell me exactly

What francis stewart
said to you.

- I've already told ya.

- Tell me again.

- Chief constable stewart

Admitted to councilman
vaughan's involvement

In the murder of two women
almost 20 years ago.

- Just a boy. A good family.

I knew the father.

They told me that the burglary
was a...

Was a youthful lark.

Some sort of a dare
gone terribly wrong.

- And what of the murders
next door?

- I believed them
to be an accident.

If I'd known it was murder...

(brackenreid): He also admitted
to letting chadwick vaughan

Into the cell occupied
by richard tauber,

A man that was found dead
immediately after that visit.

- And he'll admit
to all of that in open court?

- He gave me his word.

(phone ringing)

- Detective murdoch.

What are you doing here?

Isn't it your day off?

- Something you'll soon
learn about me, inspector,

Is that I much prefer work
to leisure.

- Then we have something
in common.

What's troubling you?

- I'm moving into
a rooming house

And the man who rented
my rooms before me

Apparently has disappeared.

- And?
- W-well, uh,

All of the neighbours
seem to agree

That the man, mr. Booth,

Was planning to move to hamilton
at the end of the week,

But was seen
with a blue suitcase in hand

And all of his possessions
cleared out.

Perhaps he simply left
a couple of days early

To save on rent.

- Hm. Hardly a mystery then.

(indistinct chatter)

- The crown will prove to you
that chadwick vaughan

Took distinct
and an intentional action

To kill elsie and nora haines
in 1891

To hide the truth of an affair
he was carrying on.

Furthermore, the crown
will show you that mr. Vaughan

Killed detective richard tauber

While he was being held
in the cells

Of station house number four
just last year

To keep quiet the truth
of his guilt

In those previous murders.

Now mr. Vaughan's
considerable power and influence

In the city of toronto
has allowed him to get away

With these heinous acts.

None less than former
chief constable francis stewart

Was under his sway

And will testify to his guilt.

- You'd best hope mr. Vaughan
is convicted.

- Why do you say that?

- You won't be long
for a job if he isn't.

(mysterious music)

(cat yowling)

(projector flickering)

(squeaking, thudding)

(squeaking, thudding continues)

- Yeah?

- Beg your pardon.

I'm william murdoch
and I just moved in.

- What do you want?

- There is a tremendous amount
of noise coming from your rooms.

It's quite loud.

What exactly are you doing?

- I'm not making any noise.

(knocking)

What?
- Now see here...

What's that on your hand?

- Leave me alone.

- So, you are investigating?

- I was just complaining
about the noise.

- Is that so?

Well, just so you know,
mr. Holland there...

He is my prime suspect.

(tense music)

(door closes)

- King's counsel has prepared
an expansive case

Against mr. Vaughan

With over a dozen witnesses
prepared to testify.

And very shortly
we will be, uh...

(whispering): Where is he?
- ...Calling forth our first

Witness to the stand to, uh...

- Your lordship,
the crown apologizes.

Our first witness
is not present in the courtroom.

We request a brief adjournment.

(murmuring)

(knocking)

- Francis!

Something's blocking the door.

(gasps)

- Dear god.

- Suicide.

Bloody hell, francis.

- And there is no sign
of foul play?

- The letter was in
his handwriting.

He said he couldn't bear
to testify.

- He wanted to see vaughan
hang as much as anyone.

- But he was too much
of a coward.

- The man is barely cold.

- By his own choice!

And now he's left
our case to fall apart.

- If this man was to testify
at trial,

Didn't he provide a statement?

- He refused.

And I allowed it.

Win the case, mrs. Crabtree.

Because if you don't,
then it's on me.

- You last saw mr. Booth
two weeks ago

On Thursday at 4:15 p.M.

Yet, the landlord, mr. Lester,

Heard mr. Booth here in the room

The following morning at 10 a.M.

- "walked past door at 10 a.M.
Heard banging inside.

Assumed packing his belongings.

Slipped note under door
to request final week's rent.

No sign of note two days later."

- And two days later,
mr. Booth as well

As all of his belongings
were gone.

- And the previous evening,
quicklime was stolen

From the garden shed.

- What?

There's no mention of quicklime
in the police report.

- Well, that's because
I didn't notice it

Until after the constables
started ignoring me.

- Oh, what is that
horrible smell?

- That?
- Mm.

- No, it always smells
like that.

I don't what it is,
but it's coming from 1c.

- I'm boiling cabbage.

- Hm. Yes, I, I,
I can smell that,

But I'm not entirely sure
it accounts for all of--

- Bye, frank!

Be done. In a bit.

- Your honour, the crown
humbly asks that you offer us

An adjournment. A key witness
has taken his own life.

Our case was to begin
with his testimony

And build upon its foundation.

We need time to regroup.

- Your other evidence
and witnesses

Are available to you?

- Yes.

- Then present them to the jury.

Court will resume at
nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

(murmuring)

- Effie, I have some questions.

- Now is not the time, louise.

- It will only take a moment.

- Tomorrow morning,
before court.

My office, eight a.M.

- Wipe that smirk off your face.

- I beg your pardon?
- You killed him.

- Stewart? I didn't do a thing.

- You manipulated him
into covering for you.

And now he's dead
because of the shame

You brought upon him.
- Chief constable,

I am an innocent man.

If francis stewart
killed himself out of shame,

Any responsibility for his death

Should fall at the feet
of those who accused him,

And myself,
of things we did not do.

- Mr. Holland, in 2e,

And miss fink in 1c.

I can say after being here
only one day

That neither
is an ideal neighbour.

- Mm.
- And I have to agree

Both are acting
rather suspiciously.

- Mm-hmm. Mr. Booth
was rather persnickety, too.

He was always in
everyone else's business,

Just like yourself.

(horn honking)

- I wouldn't consider
myself persnickety.

(knocking)

Inspector choi.

- I brought you
a housewarming gift.

- Oh! Uh, come in.

(chuckling)

(clears throat)

- Oh! You have company?

- This is...
- Tippy longfellow.

- Uh.
- I live across the hall.

- Uh, ah, inspector albert choi.

(chuckling)
uh...

What's this then?

- Ah! This is to do
with the case I was looking into

At the station house. We...

- The case of the man
who moved out one day early.

Hm. All right, then, detective.

I have no plans
for the time being.

(clears throat)

Impress me.

- Mm-hmm.

- Where do we stand?

- We have plenty of evidence
to convict vaughan of the murder

Of detective tauber.
Fingermarks,

Eyewitness accounts,
including your own.

- And there's a recording
of him confessing to it.

- Hm.
- Precisely.

The two murders
from 1891, I'm not so sure.

- There's the original
police file,

Which was adulterated
by stewart on vaughan's behalf.

- Without stewart
to confirm that,

They can say stewart was lying.

- There's a witness,
the jeweller.

He gave a police sketch.
- Hm.

- Twenty years after events.

- The sketch looked
exactly like vaughan.

- There's no way such a distant
account could be that reliable.

- The chief constable's
testimony.

He knows everything that stewart
was going to say.

- Hearsay.

- And he got vaughan's
confession.

- Only for tauber.

He didn't deny the others,

But he didn't admit
to them, either.

- Look, this is not how
the law is meant to be.

We know beyond a shadow
of a doubt

That vaughan is guilty,
and the defence knows it too.

And yet they will trot out
every excuse in the book,

Every arcane stratagem,

To sink this case
and thwart justice.

- That's their job.

- It is not their job!

The purpose of our courts
is not to win at any cost.

It is to pursue the truth,

Jointly, and in good faith.

It's defence attorneys
who choose to pervert justice.

- Oh! Still bitter that I won?

- I beg your pardon?
- The sleepwalking case.

- That has nothing
to do with this.

But, yes, that trial
is a perfect example.

You lied before king and country

To achieve the result
you desired.

- What I argued was the truth,
to the best of my knowledge.

- And you were wrong.

You were wrong,
and you won anyway.

Well, now you're going
to feel what it's like

To be on the other side.

- And of course,
there's the quicklime,

And we know
what that's used for.

(sighs)

- Speculation.

That's all this is. Now!

Let's focus on something
more important, hm?

Where shall we hang this?

(choi chuckles)
- ah...

Ah, huh...

Perhaps... Ah!

- A peephole!

- Detective, have you been
spying on your neighbours?

- I have not.

But perhaps mr. Booth was.
May I?

- Hm.

- Oh! Th-this must be
mr. Lester, the landlord's room.

- So this mr. Booth
was a peeping tom.

- Mm-hmm!
- Sir, have a look.

There is a blue suitcase
matching the description

Of the one mr. Booth
was seen packing

Prior to his disappearance.

- So...

Booth was a peeping tom.

The neighbour finds out,

Gets angry, kills him,

Then hides his suitcase
in his bedroom?

- Yes! Yes!
Yes, that's it! Detective!

We cracked the case!

- Now, let's not
get ahead of ourselves.

- Oh, my.
- What's this?

- "dear tippy,
no one told me hamilton

Was so beautiful
this time of year.

Sorry I did not get a chance
to say goodbye.

Jonathan b. Booth."

- You heard from him
and you didn't tell me?

- No, no, no.
You don't understand--

- I believe I do understand,
miss longfellow.

You lied to us.

You have been wasting our time.

You could be charged with
filing a false police report.

- No, no.
This only arrived today.

So...

So, do you see, it doesn't,
it doesn't quite...

Make sense.

Detective, I was just having
so much fun working with you.

And I'm terribly sorry.

(brackenreid): We'll get him
for tauber then.

- I'm not prepared to argue
the tauber case.

We weren't meant to start
till next week.

- I know the case.

- Well enough to try it?
- Yes.

I can act as lead counsel.

I'll review all the details
before morning,

Even if it takes me all night.

- Very well.

But write down how
you intend to proceed

So that I can step in
as necessary.

- Of course.

(hammer thudding)

- Hm. I probably should have

Maintained my initial
skepticism.

- Ah, sometimes we see intrigue
where there is none

Because we need a distraction
from our own thoughts.

- What thoughts?

- Well, I can't answer that.

But surely you could see why
a man would concoct

A fanciful story,
a mystery to embark upon

With a cheerful new friend
from across the hall,

Rather than sitting alone
in his rooms,

Watching films of people
halfway around the world.

I wasn't always a bachelor.

My life used to be
very different.

Losing someone is...

An adjustment.

- Well, I haven't lost
julia or susannah.

- Of course not,
not in that sense.

But even if their absence
is temporary, they are not here.

(mysterious music)

- What is that?

- What is that?

- Has no odour.

Huh. Quicklime.

(murdoch grunts)

- Ah!

- I think we may have
found mr. Booth.

(indistinct chatter)

- Effie. Effie!

Where were you?
Eight a.M., remember?

- I was working all night.
I barely had time

To go home and get changed.

- Well, you could have let
me know. I'm busy too.

- I'll make it up to you.

- Counsel? Is the crown
prepared to proceed?

- We are, your honour.

The crown would like to inform
the court that the charges

Of murder relating
to the 1891 deaths

Of elsie and nora haines
are being withdrawn.

(murmuring)

- And the third charge? Tauber?

- We intend to proceed.

- Very good, then.

- Miss hart? Inspector choi.

I've heard a great
deal about you.

- Charmed.

- I'm wondering how a woman
of your background

Came to hold such a position.

It must be quite the story.

- The same must be
true of you, sir.

- Indeed.

- Ah! I see the two
of you have met. Wonderful.

What have you discovered,
miss hart?

- He's covered thoroughly
in quicklime, as you thought.

Quicklime desiccates the body,
limiting decomposition.

- Making it difficult
to establish a time of death?

- Indeed.
- Hm.

- Cause of death,
on the other hand, is easier,

Thanks to the quicklime.
He was hit on the head.

A heavy object
with a sharp edge.

- Hm.
- There was a lot of blood.

His clothing was soaked through.
I found this in his pocket.

- "the truth... Sins...
You must know...

Going on... In there...

Signed j.B. Booth."

He was definitely planning
to expose someone's wrongdoings.

- Sounds like a motive
for murder.

- Where were you
on the afternoon

Of December 9th, 1911?

- Home, the office, the club.

- You also went
to station house number four

That afternoon, did you not?
- I did.

- Constable tucker allowed you
into the cell specifically

Occupied by detective
richard tauber.

- That's correct.
- A man who had provided

Information regarding
two murders

He had investigated in 1891.

- Your honour, we object
to any discussion of murders

For which charges
have been withdrawn.

- Your honour, this is pertinent
to the circumstances

Under which the victim
was killed.

- Proceed, counsel.

- You were aware that tauber

Was implicating you
in the deaths

Of elsie and nora haines,
correct?

- Yes, I was.

- And that is why
you entered his cell.

- Yes.
- It is also why

You struggled with him there,
leaving your fingermark

On his shirt button.
- Yes.

- And it is the reason
you killed him.

- No. I did not kill him!

- He was found dead
less than an hour later.

- He was alive when I left.

- You said yourself
you fought with him,

Leaving evidence
on his dead body.

- I fought with him
because he was threatening

To go to the police about me.

But we came to an agreement.

I paid him money
to tell the truth,

That I had nothing to do
with the deaths

Of elsie and nora haines.

- You paid him?

- Yes.
- Then where is the money?

No payment was found on him.

- Perhaps the killer stole it.

A-all I know is he was
alive when I left.

- Then why did you confess?

- But I didn't.

(tense music)

- In December of last year,
you questioned mr. Vaughan

At his home, did you not?

- I paid him a visit.

We played snooker. I won.

We had a conversation.

- Did you discuss the murder
of detective richard tauber?

- Yes, we did.
- What did vaughan have to say?

- He said that he never
intended to bribe him

Because he knew
that it wouldn't work.

So, he killed him.
- Objection, your honour.

My client just testified
that that never happened.

This is secondhand information

That clearly falls under
hearsay exclusion.

- Thank you, counsel.

The jury will disregard
the chief constable's

Last comment.
- Your honour,

The crown would like
to play a recording

Of the conversation in question.

- Objection on the same grounds.

- This recording has already
been entered into evidence.

My learned friend submitted it
just yesterday,

Believing it to be exculpatory

In the cases
of elsie and nora haines.

(vaughn on recording):
Francis helped me once,

So I helped him in turn.

(brackenreid): And you both
helped each other out

With richard tauber.
The chief constable

Arranged for you
to visit the cells.

- You already know a great deal,
don't you, inspector?

Francis made arrangements for me
to slip in the back door.

He thought tauber could be
silenced with a bribe.

- I'm delighted to have had
this conversation.

That it's been recorded
for posterity.

Now wait a minute!
That's not right.

That's not what happened.
- That's how I remember it.

- You confessed!
Someone's altered the recording!

- Sit down, mr. Brackenreid.
And remain silent.

- The crown provided
the recording, your honour.

We simply listened to it
and submitted it to the court.

- Your honour,
foul play is afoot.

This is not the complete
recording as obtained

By the police and shared
with the defence by the crown.

- What are you suggesting?

We all heard the conversation
with our own ears.

- They've adulterated it.
- Is that possible?

- A portion of the conversation
has simply been excised.

It's easily done
when making a duplicate.

- This is a damning charge.

- It certainly is,
but we are prepared to prove it.

The crown has the original
recording in our files.

I can have it to you
in 20 minutes.

- So I was right.
Mr. Booth is dead!

- Indeed.

We'll need to have another
look at that postcard.

It was obviously a fake
sent by the killer.

- Of course.

Oh, this is very exciting.

To think that I had it right
and the great detective murdoch

Had it wrong.

There you go.

- Thank you, miss longfellow.

We'll let you know
if we need anything further.

- Whoa, detective! Just...

I made you something.

- What are these?
- They're pillowcases.

The linens provided
by mr. And mrs. Lester

Are always somewhat threadbare.

- Well, I only have one pillow.
I, I, I don't need both.

- No, no, no.
I already monogrammed both.

Perhaps you'll have
company one day.

- No, I don't think so.

But, uh, thank you. Thank you.

(baby crying)

- It's not here.

- What do you mean,
it's not here?

- I--
- it's in our case files.

- I listened to it last night!

- So you had it last night
and now it's gone?

- It can't just have
disappeared.

M-maybe you just misplaced it.

- I don't understand.
This can't be.

- So you've lost it. Wonderful.

You spent the night
before the trial

Losing our key piece
of evidence.

- Oi, gordon. Easy.

- She was alone here
when we left her last night.

Was anyone else in the building?

- No! I only left
at 7:30 this morning.

There was no one else here.

- We'll ask the staff,
but it certainly appears

No one else has been in here,
mrs. Crabtree.

Your negligence may have
just lost us this case.

- The handwriting
on this postcard is similar

To the letter found
on mr. Booth's body,

But it's not the same.

- Not the real mccoy then.

The killer must have travelled
to hamilton

To send that postcard yesterday,

Maybe because he knew
you were looking into the case.

Start with the landlord.
Booth's letter threatened

To expose a secret.

I think it was whatever he saw

While looking through
that peephole.

- When I first arrived,
I saw mr. Lester

Helping his wife into a coach
and see her off.

When you paid me a visit,
I saw a much younger woman

Walking down the hall
toward mr. Lester's rooms.

- An affair.

- Possibly.

And then there's miss fink.

Whatever's she's up to
is causing that horrible smell.

- What smell? That smell
I'm smelling right now?

(sniffs)
it's, uh, cabbage.

Some shame and...
(sniffs)

Marijuana.

- Marijuana?
Oh, yes, I've heard of it,

But I've not come
across it just yet.

- It's becoming popular
in california.

Your neighbour would surely
be evicted if anyone

Found out she was smoking dope.
- Dope?

- That's what
they're calling it now.

Apparently, it makes one
fuzzy-headed.

- Why would anyone want that?

(squeaking, thudding)

This neighbour making
all of the noise,

He's the one I find
the most suspicious.

(sighs)
- maybe so,

But when we were here yesterday,
I heard that same sound.

- Right.

There's no way he could have
gone all the way

To hamilton and back.

Oh, that's odd.

This obliterator mark
has no letter or number.

- The... I'm sorry,
what are you talking about?

- Uh, every postmark in canada
has this circle

With information,
time, date, location,

And these wavy lines are used
to mark a stamp as used,

Or, or cancelled,
hence obliterator.

- All right.
- Inside, there is often

A letter, or a number,

Depending on which machine
was used

At that particular post office.

- The fact that there
is no number means...?

- Well, some postal locations
only have one machine,

So there is no need
for a letter, or a number.

But I happen to know that
hamilton has two such machines,

So any postmark
coming out of hamilton

Would bear the number one,
or two.

- How do you know this?

- I subscribe
to a quarterly publication

On postal innovations.

At any rate,

This postmark is a forgery.

- Meaning the killer
did not have to travel

To hamilton after all.

It could still be
your neighbour.

- That's the secret
he's been hiding.

A-and the marks on his hand,

It wasn't blood.

It's ink.

He's a forger!

- Yeah.
- Mr. Holland,

Toronto constabulary.

(sighs)
- stand back.

- Plates, dyes, pulp stock,

Everything needed
to print counterfeit money

And cut it to size.

(squeaking, thudding)

- Booth? Who's booth?

- Your former neighbour. 2c.

- Oh, him. Huh.

What about him?
- We found his

Body hidden in the wall
between his room and yours.

- I don't know nothing
about that.

- Where were you on the 18th
between the hours of 4 p.M.

And the following morning?

- What day was that?

- Thursday.

- Oh! That's the day
that they locked me up.

For passing a bad bank note.

(sighs)
- it's not here.

- So what? We have my word.

- You heard him.
The judge won't allow it.

- There's other evidence.

- Enough to argue the case,
maybe, but to get a conviction?

I don't think so.

- I shouldn't think so either.

I've spoken to defence counsel
and the judge.

We'll make it official tomorrow,
but the crown

Is dropping all charges.

- So vaughan goes free.

- I'm afraid so.

And I am sorry,
mrs. Crabtree, but...

I have no choice
but to recommend you

For termination.

(tense music)

- One of the metal
counterfeiting plates

Found in mr. Holland's room
could be the murder weapon,

But no traces of blood
were found on any of them,

So there's no way to prove it.

- Mm. Hardly matters.

He was booked
at station house one

The afternoon of March 18th

And they let him out
late that evening.

- So he couldn't have done it.

What about the postmark?

- Someone else forged it.

Or had it forged.

Or went to hamilton to send it,

And your little magazine
was wrong.

- It's been a considerable
amount of work

To scrape away the quicklime
without damaging the body.

I need to be particularly
careful with the hands,

For example, in case
there are any defensive wounds

Or scrapings
under the fingernails.

- Anything?
- No.

But he had a small object
clutched in his hand,

A metal trinket of some kind.

- Hm.
- May I?

- Uh, of course.

- This appears to be...

An ornate thimble.

And it's been engraved.

- A thimble? That's odd.

- I know of at least one person
at the regent arms

That does a great
deal of sewing,

And this thimble bears
her monogram:

Tippy longfellow.

- Your admirer.

(sighs)

- Do you recognize this?

- Yes!
- It's yours?

- No. No,

But I saw it in
a shop window once.

Without my monogram, of course.

I stopped to admire it one day
when I was out walking

With mr. Booth.

Maybe he bought this for me
as a parting gift.

Perhaps he was on his way
to give it to me?

- Why would he give you
a parting gift?

Unless the nature
of your relationship

Was more intimate
than you let on?

- No. But...

I always suspected
that he was sweet on me.

It's why I was so sure
he would say goodbye.

And why I was, I was
quite worried about him.

- Or it's yours,
and you killed him.

- What? No! Why would I?

- Because you're obsessed.
With detective murdoch.

You killed mr. Booth
to lure him in,

To see if he was smart enough
to solve your crime.

- No! I--
- how else would you have known

About the tarp
and the quicklime?

Both were identified by you

As being relevant to the murder

Before the body was found.
- Mm.

- How did you know?
- Ugh!

Well, just hang onto
your horses there.

If all of that was true,
why would I beg

The world's greatest detective
to take on the case

And then lead him
to the very evidence

That would expose my guilt?

- To meet your hero.

- And hang by the neck
forthwith?

(clears throat)

- Sir, though it is true
people have killed

In order to get close to me,

The fact that I moved
into the regent arms

Was pure happenstance.

Miss longfellow here
did not lure me in.

- Nevertheless.

Put her in the cells.

- It's a bloody hatchet job.

But you'll be back
on your feet in no time.

- Maybe. Maybe not.

I highly doubt
the crown attorney's office

Will hire another woman
anytime soon.

- A recording can't just vanish.

- It's impossible
that vaughan's lawyer,

Or anyone hired by them,
could have broken in.

I was there all the way
until after daybreak.

There wasn't a sign of anyone.

- And no sign of a break-in.

Maybe they got
your keys somehow

And waited for you to leave.

- If they did,

Someone would have seen them.

- What's all this?

- We've been focusing
on our suspects' alibis

For the time
of the murder itself.

Now the killer engaged
in a series of complex steps

To cover up the crime.

Interviews with, uh, neighbours,
gardeners, witnesses,

All narrow down
who could have performed

Each of the steps
and their cover-ups.

- Hm. The murder,

Obtaining the tarp
from the basement,

Stealing the quicklime,
and hiding the body in the wall.

All right. And?

- As you can see,
our results are inconclusive.

- Hm.
- No one person

Could have performed
all of the steps

Required of the killer.

I fear we may be looking
in the wrong direction.

- Hm. Well,
we know it's not holland,

He was at station house one.

You seem decided it was not
miss longfellow.

- Hm.
- The simplest explanation,

Then, is someone
is either mistaken

Or lying on behalf
of the killer,

Who has to be either
fink or lester.

Let's bring them in.

- Right.

(mcnabb): Told you
to clean your hands.

- It's ink. It takes
a couple days to come off.

Anyway, you're just
putting more on 'em.

- Fine. Index finger.

(mysterious music)

- Mr. Holland,

When did your hand
become stained with ink?

- Couple days ago.

- The evening before last,

Your other hand was stained
with red ink.

How were you able
to wash one hand clean

And not the other?

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Come on. Off to the cells.

- Am I mistaken?

I could have sworn I saw
something red on his hand

That I even mistook
for blood at the time.

- Maybe it was blood.

- Maybe.

No. It wasn't.

The first time
mr. Holland answered the door,

His left hand was clean.

The second time, his left hand
was stained with red.

- Meaning...
He spilled something?

- Meaning mr. Holland
could have done each

Of the steps required
of the killer.

He just didn't do them alone.

(indistinct chatter)

- Miss cherry?

When you were waiting for me
this morning

At the crown attorney's office,

Did you see
mr. Vaughan's lawyer?

- No. Why would I?
- Are you sure?

Maybe someone he sent
to break into the place?

- I was there
for nearly an hour, waiting,

And I didn't see
vaughan's attorney

Or any other hired goons.

- Did you see anyone at all?

- It was early in the morning.
The place was nearly empty.

One person came and went inside.

- Who?
- Can't say.

- What do you mean
you can't say?

- This person
was one of my sources.

They spoke to me
with the promise

Of complete anonymity.

- Listen to me, young lady,

This isn't about protecting
a source.

Whoever it was more than likely
sabotaged the crown's case.

- And my career along with it.

- Sabotage?
- Yes! Tell us who it was.

- I can't.
My sources are confidential.

- You'll tell us,
or I'll throw you in a cell.

- And I'll publish my feelings
about the new chief constable

From behind bars. Goodbye.

- Wait.

Sir, the article.

There are very few people
with intimate knowledge

Of the case. If the culprit
was a source...

- We could probably
figure out who it is.

- Stewart's suicide.

It says he was wearing his kilt.

- But there was no one else
there except us.

- And gordon.

He claimed I was the only one
at the office this morning,

But if he's louise's source...

- Bloody hell.
He scuppered his own case.

(soft clattering)

- I hear something.
Should we knock?

- There shouldn't be
anyone in there.

As I suspected.

The reason mr. Holland
only had red ink on his hand

The second time
he answered the door

Was because the first time
was his twin.

- Two mr. Hollands.
Both under arrest.

(sighs)

- Mr. Booth was planning
to expose

Your counterfeiting scheme.

He'd even written a letter
to the police,

Detailing your operation,
but before he could send it,

You killed him.

But not before one of you
got himself arrested

In order to create
the perfect alibi.

But why keep him in the wall?

- We wanted to move him.

Mr. Lester, he was in the room,

Trying to rent it
straight away.

He even took the man's suitcase

As recompense
for last week's rent.

- How long were you planning it?

You lived in that rooming house
for nearly two years.

None of your neighbours knew
that there were two of you.

- Mr. Lester charges
by the head.

- How did vaughan get to you?

- I beg your pardon?
- Bribery? Blackmail?

- I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- We know you were here
this morning!

We know you lied about it!

You stole that recording
to sink our case.

- Typical.

A woman blaming a man
for her own failings.

- We will prove what you did.

It's only a matter of time.

You know full well I have
the ear of the attorney general.

We'll see what he has
to say about it.

(ominous music)

(sighs)

- Effie.

I'm not here to apologize.

- I didn't ask you to,
miss cherry.

- I was just doing my job.

- At the expense of mine.

- Would you prefer
I didn't report the news?

That I hung my sources
out to dry?

- I would you prefer that you
show some decency. To a friend.

- And if you were referred
a case in which a friend

Was accused of a crime,

Would you turn your back
on your job?

- I would recuse myself.

- If I didn't protect
my sources,

I wouldn't be writing
about how gordon

Is preparing to submit
his resignation,

Due in part
to the swirling rumours

Of bribery reported
in my newspaper.

- If it's information
you want from me,

You won't be getting it.

- Not about that.
But there is one claim

I need verified.

Is it true that
you've been reinstated

In the crown attorney's office?

- No comment.

(indistinct chatter)

- Chadwick vaughan.

Look at you, a free man.

- Justice chooses its own path.

- Everyone in this room
knows the truth.

They might smile at you
in public, but believe me,

They know.

You'll be hearing
the word "killer"

Whispered behind your back
for the rest of your life.

- Hm.

I don't much care
what people whisper.

Fact that they think
I'm a ruthless killer

May end up being to my benefit.

- We'll see about that.

Not everyone in this city
is a coward.

- Good luck to you
in your career, chief constable.

Just remember,

The man who put you there
is dead.

And you've made more
enemies than friends.

(ominous music)

- I apologize for locking you
in our cells, miss longfellow.

- Are you kidding me?

I was arrested for murder
by detective murdoch.

Ah... Hoowee!

(chuckling)
what a story.

- Well, if we hadn't discovered
the holland twins' ruse,

It might not have had
a happy ending.

Were you not worried about
possibly facing the noose?

- No! No, not for a minute.

The great detective
always gets his man.

And to think, I live right
across the hall from him!

(laughing)

(soft music)

(door closes)

(projector flickering)