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(MR. FELLOWS): I'm
saying it's a bad idea.

The banquet, or the fact that it's
being held in complete darkness?

Well, obviously I'm not against
banquets. I do work in a hotel.

This dinner is in honour
of a very special guest

who is both blind and deaf.

Which is why we've invited
blind and deaf guests

- as well as charitable donors.
- Exactly!

Mixing the rich with the
poor? With the lights out?

And a constituency specially
skilled for such circumstance?

The opportunity for theft is obvious.

As a fellow detective,

you must appreciate my position.

I believe I'm more concerned
with the potential for mishap

than avarice, Mr. Fellows.

But I'm not unconcerned.

(SIGHING) Why does our
hotel need a detective?

I believe you and I living here

- may have had something to do with that.
- Still.

One detective per hotel
should be sufficient.

Doctor, Detective.

- Wonderful to see you again.
- Mr. Bell. It is indeed a pleasure.

- Mr. Bell.
- Allow me to introduce my wife, Mabel.

- Hello.
- How do you do?

And it gives me great pleasure

to introduce the guests
of honour this evening,

Miss Helen Keller and her governess,

Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy.

Doctor Julia Ogden and
Detective William Murdoch.

I'm so happy to finally meet you.

I feel I know you
already from our letters.

This... is...

Doctor... Ogden...

and William... Murdoch.

How wonderful to meet you.

And thank you for helping
organize this dinner.

Where everyone will be as blind as I am.

May I see you?

She wants to touch your face.

Oh. Of course.

You're smiling.

I understand you can read lips?

I can.

But I make mistakes.

Meet my husband.

And you are very handsome.

(SOFT CHUCKLING)

Fascinating. Her fingers can

see as well as hear.

Quite accurately I might add.

- _
- Ladies and gentlemen,

if you would please

take your assigned seats.

Dinner is about to be served.

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And you sit, my dear.

I think it would suit everyone if
you were to take your leave, sir.

I beg your pardon?

To find you here in present
company is an insult.

At least I've paid to be here.

You either leave or I'll be forced
to do something I might regret.

Take your seat.

What's the matter?

I'm missing my steak
knife. And my napkin.

Well, you could just borrow mine.

Don't be tedious.

Goodness. I'm missing my napkin too.

- However will I dab my mouth?
- Excuse me. Hello? Waiter.

We're missing a knife and two napkins.

- _
- (CUTLERY CLATTERING)

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

Oh, hello.

(GLASS BEING STRUCK)

Ladies and gentlemen,

you should all have your
meals in front of you by now.

Please take a moment
to acquaint yourself

with everything you will be needing.

Please remember this is an
experiment in experience.

And whilst it's always preferable

for the sightless to have sight,

sometimes it helps

for the sighted to have insight.

Oh.

- (EXCLAMATIONS OF SURPRISE)
- (JULIA): Oh, my!

William, are you still there?

No. I seem to have
completely disappeared.

This darkness is quite extraordinary.

I so rarely experience this.

Well, as you know, I've
been committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

- between Persiana...
- (INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

I have particularly high hopes
for what I'm going to call

Crimson Sunrise because
there's just a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow.

- Sunsets are red.
- Excuse me...

Sir?

Oh, my God!

Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights!

- (GASPING)
- Goodness gracious!

(EXCLAMATIONS OF SHOCK)

Who could have done this?

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Everybody away from the table.

I mean now!

This means you.

- SIR!
- This gentleman is deaf.

Allow me.

The killer likely covered
his mouth with this napkin,

and then used the countervailing
force to push in the knife.

Any idea of the force that
would have been required?

Well, a woman could have done
it if that's what you're asking.

Didn't I tell you something
like this would happen?

I don't recall you mentioning
anything about murder.

A crime of opportunity
was what I predicted.

Detective, if I may
be of any assistance...

Yes. I would be
grateful if you could aid

in the questioning of the deaf guests.

- The constables will be arriving...
- Why are you wasting time with the deaf?

The blind is who you should focus on.

Who else could find someone in the
pitch dark, let alone kill them?

We have guests that
are both blind and deaf.

Yes, Helen Keller.

She has the skills, no
doubt about it. But...

the killer instinct?

Mr. Fellows, if you don't mind,

I have an investigation...

Of course.

I'm just the hotel detective, after all.

Is there anything you'll be
requiring of us, Detective?

I'd like to take Helen back to her room.

Very well. But stay there.

I will need to interview both of you.

I do have some information
you may find pertinent.

- What would that be?
- I overheard some guests

complaining about a missing knife...

and two napkins, if I
recall. It's probably nothing.

Sorry to waste your time.

(SIGHING)

George, Henry,

please interview all of the guests.

- And get a copy of the seating chart, please.
- Sir.

I take it dinner did not go as planned?

No, it did not.

Oh, and please find out which
guests were missing a knife

and two napkins.

- Sir.
- Sir.

The killer inserted the
knife into the narrow gap

between the spine and the skull.

He or she knew to slide
the weapon in sideways.

Detective Murdoch,

it may interest you to know

that I made an audio
recording of the dinner.

- Two, in fact.
- Oh?

I was hoping to learn whether
the lack of visual reference

would affect the way we speak.

- I gather you'd like a listen.
- Yes, I would.

So, was this your right
shoulder or your left?

George.

I found out who reported the
knife and napkins missing.

Ruth Newsome?

And the man she's with.

Right. Do you want me to interview them?

I know she's a bit spoony over you.

It's OK. I can manage it.

Miss Newsome.

Constable Higgins!

Oh, isn't it dreadful? Have
you determined who did it?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

This is my fiancé, Herbert Wilson.

Your fiancé?

Congratulations.

Yes. We're overjoyed.

So... so... overjoyed.

I understand you were
missing your knife?

- And our napkins.
- And when did you notice them missing?

As I sat down.

I had the matter rectified immediately.

That kind of sloppiness
is an embarrassment.

(RUTH): Herbie is one of the organizers.

Yes. I believe in
returning to those in need

a small portion of my good fortune.

A simple credo, but one
to which I am committed.

(CHUCKLING)

Well as you know I've been
committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

between Persiana, which
is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

- I have particularly high hopes...
- Bloody hell! She can prattle on.

(AUDIO RECORDING STOPPED)

- I heard footsteps.
- Yes.

Could it be the waiter?

No. All of the waiters
were out of the room

at the time the lights went out.

Could you play it back again?

Why don't you tell me
about your latest rose?

Well, as you know, I've been
committed to hybrid teas

- since I decided to become...
- There it is. I heard it.

Let it continue.

Why don't you tell me
about your latest rose?

Well, as you know, I've
been committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

between Persiana, which
is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

I have particulary high hopes
for one that I'm going to call

Crimson Sunrie because
there's just a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow,

sunsets are red.

Four steps, a pause,

and then four more steps.

As if the killer took four
steps to reach the victim

and then four more
to return to his seat.

And the distance would
depend on stride length,

which is variable.

Between two and three feet.

Roughly the distance between
one diner and the next.

Our victim, David Thornton, was
seated at the middle of the table.

And four steps brings
us to... either end.

So the killer was on the
right side of the table.

We know that Anne Sullivan
Macy was at that end.

And... Helen was to her left

- at the head.
- Who was at the other end?

George and Henry will
have that information.

- What have you, gentlemen?
- Sir. A couple of points of interest.

A blind man by the name of William Dawes

was seen getting into a
verbal spat with the victim

just before the lights were turned out.

A blind man would be
more capable than most.

And three people report
being touched lightly

on the right shoulder
while the lights were out.

Where were they sitting?

Seats R5 through R7.

It's how the killer found his victim.

Well, as you know, I have been committed

to hybrid teas since I
decided to become a rosarian.

And I've been working on
developing this cross

between Persiana, which
is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

And I have particularly high hopes

for one that I'm going to call Crimson
Sunrise because there is just this...

George, who was sat here?

R8.

That would be...

William Dawes. The blind man.

Bring him in.

Threaten him?

When did I threaten him?

Witnesses reported an incident
shortly before supper began.

I didn't mean kill him.

What did you mean?

Give him good rap on the skull.

And I wouldn't have regretted it.

I was only saying that to be civil.

What exactly did Mr. Thornton do to you?

To me, nothing. It was
Miss Keller he insulted.

- How so?
- She has surmounted

the greatest obstacles a person can face

and this... moral wastrel

has the temerity to call her a fraud.

Why is he marrying her?

Why is who marrying whom?

Herbert Wilson and Ruth Newsome.

What do you care?

It just seems an odd pairing.

- She's rich. He's rich.
- Exactly. What's in it for him?

Well? Is the blind man our killer?

Motive seems a bit thin.

Also, the victim wrote
a weekly column entitled

- "The Inquiring Skeptic".
- I read that.

He exposed shams and whatnot.

Though even I thought the
piece he wrote on Helen Keller.

- was a bit much
- What did he write about her?

He criticized her for
writing about things

she couldn't possibly
know about. Like clouds.

Which I think is unfair.
I've never seen God

- but I know what he looks like.
- Really?

Of course. Big white beard.

- Heavy eyebrows. Never smiles.
- Bald?

Bald?

Well, I wouldn't think
so. If you were the

supreme being of the universe,

- would you choose to walk around with a naked pate?
- Crabtree, enough!

A man who wrote a crusading
column exposing cheaters

may have angered more than
admirers of Helen Keller.

Right. I'll look into it.

Henry, come with me.

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This is Mr. Bell's graphizer.

Do you know what it does?

It... graphizes.

Yes.

More specifically, it creates
a graphic representation

- of an audio recording.
- Exactly.

What I want you to do

is to transcribe
everything that you hear

and identify where each sound falls

on this graph.

Do you understand?

Yes...

When a person speaks,

make a mark

for the duration of
that speech. Like this.

Oh, my!

Dr. Ogden.

- William, are you still there?
- Lift.

No. I seem to have
completely disappeared.

- Replace.
- The darkness is quite extraordinary.

- I so rarely experience this.
- Lift.

And so on.

On each line, write
exactly what was said.

At the end, roll it back and
repeat for each voice that you hear.

Sir. How will I know who's speaking?

We'll get to that later.

All right.

Detective Murdoch,

my wife has some information
you may want to hear.

Please, come in. Sit down.

Mabel is an excellent lip reader

but you'll have to face her squarely.

You were seated next to
the victim, were you not?

That is correct.

What information do you
have for me, Mrs. Bell?

- I believe I may have overheard a message.
- A message?

In Morse code.

How do you mean you overheard it?

She heard it with her fingertips.

Like this...

Do you feel that?

- Barely.
- It's very slight

but a deaf person would notice it.

It's how I get my
dear Mabel's attention.

When was this message sent?

Just before the murder.

- And what was the message?
- I don't know Morse code well enough to say.

I have particularly high hopes
for one that I'm going to call

Crimson Sunrise because
there's just a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow.

- Sunsets are red.
- (AUDIO RECORDING STOPPED)

You can hear the disdain in his voice.

You're right.

But he seemed genuinely
curious about the roses.

If you're so put out by
it, Higgins, I don't know

why you don't ask her to marry you?

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Well, I'm serious.

She would take you any
day over Mr. Money Bags.

George, she's bonkers.

And, if you haven't
noticed, a little dim?

You're no Newton yourself, Higgins.

Apple fell on his head.

- Wrote the laws of motion...
- I don't want her, all right?

I just... When someone likes you,

you don't want to see them hurt.

Ahem. Thank you, Henry.

Hm!

Well, as you know, I've been
committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become a rosarian.

- And I've been working on developing...
- (AUDIO RECORDING STOPPED)

- I didn't hear anything.
- Neither did I.

But the energy of the vibrations

is most likely expended in the
frequencies below our hearing.

Now, the lowest
frequency I've isolated is

20 oscillations per second.

That's this line here.

That's a lot of noise we didn't hear.

So how do we isolate the thumps?

Field compression.

Hm.

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Long and short salients.

Dots and dashes.

I see an N.

Mostly numbers as far as I can tell.

- I'll write them down.
- All right.

One. Zero.

One. Five.

There's your N.

Seven. One.

- Five.
- What's all this then?

Some sort of coded message, sir.

- Who sent it?
- We don't know.

Nor do we know for whom it was intended.

What if one of those numbers was a time?

10:15.

7:15.

Or 10:15

in 715.

Room 715.

The sender was setting up a meeting.

What time is it now?

10 minutes after 10.

Better get a move on.

(KNOCKING)

Police. Open the door.

- I hear movement.
- Break in.

So what's this here then?

Are you breaking in to
one of our private rooms?

- Excuse me. This is a police matter.
- It's a police matter, is it?

So those upholding the law
feel it's theirs to break?

- Who are you?
- Sir, this is Ralph Fellows,

- the hotel detective.
- I'm not a real detective like you, of course.

Look, we hotel detectives
have to follow the law.

Who's staying in this room?

I'm sorry.

You seem to have mistaken
me for the desk clerk.

(INSPECTOR BRACKENREID):
Bloody hell! Is that...

Miss Keller.

David!

David!

David?

As in David Thornton?

The victim?

No. No.

David! Where's David?

(SOFT MUSIC)

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David...

He wrote a column

suggesting I was a fraud.

I challenged him to come and
see me for himself in person.

So you met him?

At Radcliffe.

I was feeling very stern

and I intended to prove

what I could see with my senses.

But when I touched his face,

and felt the words
coming out of his mouth...

He was so funny

and charming.

I know a woman like myself

oughtn't to have such feelings.

At least my parents thought so.

And Mrs. Sullivan Macy.

Over time my feelings grew.

I kept it to myself.

But when he told me he felt the same...

... it all came tumbling out.

We kept it a secret.

But our desire was so strong,

we agreed to marry the next time we met.

When I got his message,

I knew he was coming for me.

My heart is broken and...

I'm ashamed.

No, no, no.

Dear girl.

My wife is deaf.

But if she were blind I
would love her no less.

Ahem. I have a question.

Put her hand to your
lips. And then speak.

Had Mrs. Sullivan Macy
ever met Mr. Thornton?

Yes, at Radcliffe.

Then why did she not
tell you he'd been killed?

She knew about David

and she didn't tell me?

I would have told her in time.

Better she suffer a broken heart first,

thinking that her lover
had changed his mind.

She would have come to know it
sooner or later from that man.

Why do you say that?

He would have exploited her.

How do you know?

Love is a transaction, Detective.

What is being exchanged here?

Add to that the rightful discomfort

people would feel about such a union.

Romance is not in the cards for Helen.

And the sooner she comes
to accept that fact,

the better off she will be.

Did you know she and Mr.
Thornton intended to elope?

I didn't know it had gotten that far.

I knew she was in love with him.

I know they met in New Orleans.

Did you know he was
going to be at the banquet?

No. That was a surprise.

- What did you intend to do?
- I don't know.

- As it turned out, fate intervened.
- Did it?

Or did you kill him?

Don't be absurd.

You thought David Thornton
represented a threat:

danger, heartbreak, possibly worse.

- Wouldn't you do anything to protect her?
- Not that.

Convince me.

I was in my seat the entire time.

Can anyone vouch for that?

Helen.

Someone is here.

- (KNOCKING)
- Come in.

I've come to take
Helen back to her room.

Get out!

Oh, dear. I was
afraid this would happen.

How could you not tell me?

How can I explain if you won't listen?

I'll see Helen back to her room.

Give her anger time.

She still needs you.

- I'm sorry.
- Just go!

It's all right. She's gone now.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Get your papers!

(MURDOCH): Thank you for
your time, gentlemen.

If you could take the seats
here at the end of the table.

- All right.
- What's going on here?

This is part of our ongoing
investigation, Mr. Fellows.

And it's your duty to inform
me of any police business

pertaining to this hotel.

You don't have to respect me, Detective,

but I insist

that you respect the office I represent.

Actually, Detective, I could use
your assistance at this moment.

- Assistance?
- We need somebody

- to play the role of the victim.
- Are you being funny?

No. Please, have a seat.

All right.

Oh! Re-enacting the crime, are we?

That never hurts. I've
done it myself on occasion.

(MURDOCH): Mr. Bell,
if you'd be so kind.

- Well, as you know...
- Oh, I see.

You're thinking it's Anne Sullivan Macy.

I considered her.

... a cross between Persiana,

which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
Canadian varieties here.

And I'm especially excited about

one that I think I'll
call Crimson Sunrise

because there's just a... a hint of red.

That's eight steps.

- (AUDIO RECORDING STOPPED)
- How did she get

all the way back without us hearing?

Could she have walked on the carpet?

- Not enough room.
- What if she took off her shoes?

Would she think to do so?

Did she know the
banquet was being recorded?

I never told anyone.

- (SIGHING)
- Detective!

What have you, George?

I've been reading through
some of Mr. Thornton's articles.

I found one of particular interest.

Apparently, a well-respected professor

believed that one of his
students stumbled upon a means

of communicating with the dead.

Now, they had demonstrations
and people came from all over

and they would ask
questions into this device

and the dead would respond.

It was a great sensation and
they were even awarded a patent.

- I remember reading about this.
- That's right.

But then, Mr. Thornton here

discovers that the device is
nothing more than a version

of Fessenden's wireless
voice transmitter.

The student, of course,
was a confidence trickster

and he'd conned everybody,
including the professor.

He was just using his
reputation to sell the patent.

George, what does this
have to do with our case?

Sir. The professor was Horace Carmondy.

And he was seated here,
next to William Dawes.

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

Mr. Bell, if you could
replay the recording.

As you know, I've become committed

to hybrid teas ever since I
decided to become a rosarian.

And I've actually been
working on a cross

between Persiana, which
is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
Canadian varieties found here.

And I'm especially excited

about one that I think
I'll call Crimson Sunrise

because it has just a... a hint of red.

- George, bring in Horace Carmondy.
- Sir.

You think I killed him?

Are you forgetting? The killer
touched me on the shoulder.

Of course you'd say that.

If you weren't touched that
would mean you were the killer.

Did you know who David Thornton was?

- Yes I knew who he was.
- Of course you did.

- It was his column that exposed your device as a fraud.
- I know what you're thinking.

But the truth is I've never blamed
Mr. Thornton for what happened.

- But he ruined your reputation.
- Of course he didn't.

A student who...

preyed on my naivety
destroyed my reputation.

Mr. Thornton was simply

reporting the facts.

It's got to be him.

I agree he is a strong suspect.

But I'm troubled by the very
evidence that we're relying on.

- Why's that?
- Well sir, if it was Mr. Carmondy,

why touch a series of
people on the shoulder

knowing that it would lead
to him being a suspect?

So you think that someone
else killed Thornton

and then set it up to
look like it was Carmondy?

Possibly. Mr. Bell,

you made separate recordings from
either end of the table, correct?

- Yes.
- What if we were to synchronize those

and play them back simultaneously,

- one in each ear?
- Like a stereoscope.

Only with sound!

We might be able to determine

which direction the footsteps came from.

Yes, by Jove!

Sir, I've got a theory.

All right, Henry. Let's have it.

As you know, sir, Ruth Newsome is
engaged to Herbert Wilson. It's...

clearly a mismatch, sir,
so I did some investigating

and it appears that he has recently
suffered a reversal of fortune, sir.

- And?
- Well sir, it suggests

that he is only marrying her
because he wants her money.

Henry, what does this
have to do with the murder?

Well, I don't know, sir, but
it certainly seems suspicious.

Henry, Ruth Newsome and Herbert Wilson

were seated on the
left side of the table

and we know from the number of footsteps

the killer was seated on the right.

If you say so, sir.

Henry, is it possible your
interest in this is personal?

I just think he's up to no good.

All right,

I seem to have synchronized
the sound recordings.

So... now we should be able to tell

from which direction
the sounds are coming.

Well, as you know, I've been
committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become a rosarian.

And I've been working on developing
a cross between Persiana,

which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

I have particularly high hopes
for what I'm going to call

Crimson Sunrise because
there's just a hint of red.

How strange.

(MURDOCH): The footsteps
seem to begin in the middle.

And then go to one side and then
double back to the other side.

Before returning to the middle again.

So the killer was sitting in
the middle, next to the victim?

That's where my wife was sitting.

Oh. So who's the lady on the other side?

Ernestine Wallace.

But I believe she was engaged in
a conversation with her husband

- at the time of the murder.
- So nobody could have done it then.

Well, good! That'll
save us a bit of work.

Shall we have another listen?

No.

We're not listening anymore.

I want everyone back
in the banquet room.

May I have your attention?

Thank you for all coming.

I realize this may seem unusual.

Detective, what are we doing here?

Oh! Are you going to
reveal the murderer?

It's such a thrill to see
a real detective at work.

Henry, could you please
take Mr. Thornton's position?

Oh, a re-enactment of the events.

How exciting!

But something is missing.
Oh, yes. Your wife.

My wife may be many things,

but I can say with assurance
that she is not a killer.

Unlike the rest of us, of course.

Worthy of your suspicion.

I'm going to play you a
recording of last night's dinner.

And as you listen, I would
ask that you close your eyes,

and do exactly what you
were doing last night.

Mr. Bell.

Why don't you tell me
about your latest rose?

Well, as you know, I have
been committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become a rosarian...

(INDISTINCT OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

- What was that?
- I don't know.

Well, I must say I am
breathless with anticipation.

So what have you learned, Detective?

Mrs. Bell,

you say you detected a communication

between Mr. Thornton and Miss Keller

just prior to the footsteps being heard.

And that constitutes
your alibi, does it not?

- That is right.
- In fact,

the message occurred seconds

before the killer's
footsteps could be heard.

What's your point, Detective?

The footsteps began at
the center of the table.

- You're not suggesting that...
- Your wife is the only person

whose actions cannot be
heard on that recording.

- What?
- It cannot be her, sir!

What is happening?

What you don't know, Detective,

is that the illness

that stole my wife's hearing

also destroyed her sense of balance.

If she walks without visual reference

- she will fall over.
- (LAUGHING)

So what's your theory now, Detective?

It was not Mabel!

Why do you say that?

Because the killer walked behind me.

- I'm afraid that's impossible.
- Oh, this is too good!

If Miss Keller says a
man walked behind her,

you can be assured she
is telling the truth.

George, if you would.

Miss Keller, would you please

tell us when you feel someone

walking behind you?

Now.

Now.

(CHUCKLING)

So, now what is your theory, Detective?

I've concluded that the killer

was never sitting at the table at all.

The killer was standing the entire time.

You think I did it?

You knew the dinner was being recorded.

Once the lights went out

you walked slowly, softly,

to the edge of the carpet

and behind Miss Keller,

not knowing that she
would sense your presence.

- You then proceeded...
- This is absurd!

Can you prove it didn't happen that way?

- No, but...
- Then be quiet, please,

and let me do my job.

In answer to your question,

I believe the killer did come

from the opposite side of the table.

But sir, I thought that was impossible.

We thought that was impossible

because we only heard eight footsteps.

It would be impossible

for someone to circumnavigate
a table of this size

in eight footsteps.

And how could the killer
travel such a great distance

in complete darkness?

Unless...

unless...

the killer

used the edge of the carpet

to navigate.

The killer took eight footsteps

but we only heard...

four.

At the end of those eight steps,

the killer struck.

The killer then took
another eight steps to return

to his seat, but not before touching

these three people

on the shoulder

in order to set up Mr.
Carmondy for the crime.

Which was your intent all along.

Wasn't it?

Are you saying I'm the killer?

Oh, no, no, that's impossible.

We were having a conversation.

Begging your pardon, Miss Newsome, but

you were having a conversation.

A conversation that was
initiated by Mr. Wilson

but one that he only participated in

after the last of the
killer's footsteps were heard.

- No, but I...
- Miss Newsome,

has your fiancé ever expressed
an interest in your roses?

Oh, no. He finds it all terribly boring.

He... he calls it
my... "blah blah blah."

- "Blah blah blah" indeed.
- This is ridiculous.

How would I have found
him in complete darkness?

Practice, Mr. Wilson.

After all, you helped organize
this dinner, did you not?

You had access to this very table

every night for the past week.

And why would I kill
a man I'd never met?

That's a good question.
I believe the answer lies

in your recent engagement.

What about our engagement?

Mr. Wilson,

why are you marrying Miss Newsome?

Well, because...

I love her.

What specifically do you love about her?

Well, her... her...

- beauty, of course, and her... her...
- Her money?

- I have my own money.
- You had money, Mr. Wilson.

You've since lost it all.

Is that true?

And you've gone to great lengths

to set up Mr. Carmondy for a crime.

But why would you do that?

Could it be that you've lost

all of your money investing in a machine

that allows the dead to talk?

Mr. Carmondy, who are your investors?

- I don't know off-hand.
- No matter.

Easy enough to find out. Henry,

could you dig a little deeper
into Mr. Wilson's finances?

Gladly, sir!

- (EXCLAMATIONS OF SURPRISE)
- Watch out!

(GRUNTING)

GET OFF OF ME! STOP!

STOP!

- Miss Keller!
- (SCREAMING)

All right. You've got me.

It's over.

I'm not sorry.

He got what he deserved.

As would have you.

I lost a fortune because you
were too stupid to see the truth.

And as for you?

I hate roses.

And I would frankly
rather go to the noose

than be married to someone as boring

and vacuous as you.

- (MURDOCH): Henry!
- (MR. FELLOWS): Bravo!

(ROMANTIC MUSIC)

♪

Oh, Henry!

Well, Detective Murdoch,

once again, our partnership
has produced results.

Indeed. And once again, I
must say thank you for your help.

Perhaps we could

develop this stereoscopic
sound you've invented.

Oh, I don't see there
being much use for it,

except, of course, in solving crime.

Maybe so, but if you'd ever
like to work together again,

just say the word. Hm?

- I'll give you a hand.
- Ah!

I wonder if she'll ever forgive me.

Of course she will.

It wasn't you that broke her heart.

She needs some time to
learn to trust you again.

I'll fetch her.

Your carriage is here.

Don't forget what I
told you the other night.

Don't let one man's barbarity

keep you from embracing
everything that life has to offer.

I won't.

Though I doubt I'll ever love again.

You've surprised the world

with your strength and resilience.

You may yet surprise yourself.

I'm right here, Helen. Your leg.

Thank you.

A remarkable woman.

We can go.

To live in a world
without sight and sound!

All of your other senses
would have to be heightened.

Taste, touch...

everything would be magnified.

Did you feel that at dinner?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Well, that's good.

Why do you say that?

Because...

I bought us a blindfold.

And I have an idea for
a little experiment.

- Oh, my.
- (GIGGLING)

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