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This is the man you saw
following you and your mother?

Yeah. That's him.

And you saw him in Cleveland?

We came here to get your help.

She said we'd have to
run away somewhere else.

Montreal, maybe?

Montreal?

And when did you get here, in Toronto?

Tuesday. Mom wouldn't leave the hotel.

She got Thelma to bring us food.

Who's Thelma?

She's a hairdresser

who lives in the hotel across the hall.

When did you last see this man?

Outside the hotel.

He was with another man.

I told my mom and she sent
me out to get hair dye.

She was going to disguise herself

and we were going to run.

When I got back, the room was empty.

I knew she was dead.

My mom told me if anything ever happened

to find Detective Murdoch.

But, when I left, I
saw a man in the alley.

He's the one who killed her.

I know it.

Your son?

And you never said anything to me.

- I didn't know.
- When?

We weren't together.

It was one night. On my life.

One night.

And she got pregnant?

Some women are blessed, I suppose.

And he has no one?

Then he comes home with us.

- Until?
- I don't know.

That would have to be up to you.

I'll be living here?

I'll fix you a place to stay.

Do you know for sure
that my mother's dead?

Yes.

I'm going to miss her.

I know.

Everything's going to be all right.

My goodness, honey. You didn't
tell me that you had a son.

How did you know?

It's obvious. The eyebrows.

You didn't know.

Oh, oh...

All right, young man, it's
time for you to go to bed.

Wow.

That's incredible.

- How does it work?
- The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

No, it doesn't.

Contemplating your final
days as a bachelor, George?

Sir, more the rest of my life as one.

She didn't show.

Oh. I'm sure something came up.

She's very punctual, sir.

Have you anything to brighten my day?

Well, sir, it would appear
we have found the boy

who shot up Arthur
Carmichael's restaurant.

Who is the little bugger?

My son.

Sir?

Say that again, Murdoch.

The boy who shot up Arthur
Carmichael's restaurant

is my and Anna Fulford's son.

Ah, sir.

- Congratulations?
- Hm.

If God has a plan,
apparently this is part of it.

I doubt God had much to do with it.

- And he shot up the place?
- Apparently.

- And he's your son?
- Yes.

His name is Harry and
he identified Joe Falcone

as the man who had been
following he and his mother, Anna.

- And that's who he shot at?
- No, no-no.

The man he shot at is one Frank Rhodes.

Well, who's he?

He's reputed to be a "drum
and lye" man from New York.

- What do they know about him?
- Mm. Very little.

So all he is to us, at
the moment, is a victim.

Do you know where he's staying?

I don't have an address.

But apparently Mr.
Rhodes considers himself

something of an epicurean.

Epicurean?

Well, we'll check the
stables, riding academies.

Nope, that's not what that...

It appears Arthur Carmichael's
restaurant is a haunt of choice.

Bring him in. Murdoch, congratulations.

Oh, yes.

Sir, I was hoping I
could try to find Effie.

Yes, yes.

Detective?

Well, congratulations. Oh, yeah.

- Hm.
- Dorothy.

- Oh?
- Is Effie in?

No.

She had to go out of town.

To see a client.

Right.

You didn't mention...

I didn't mean to.

But she could tell I
was hiding something

and then she just wouldn't stop
asking questions about Emily Grace.

- Emily Grace?
- Yes.

Well, I said that she wasn't an option,

so you were going to
marry Effie instead.

- You said what?
- I see now that I have messed this up.

I'm sorry.

Where is she?

- Belleville.
- Belleville. Where her ex-husband lives.

She wouldn't.

Although he is very good-looking.

Here, she left this for you.

- Thank you, Margaret.
- Where is she?

- In what is now, apparently, her bed.
- Oh.

- Hello.
- Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Inspector Brackenreid's wife.

Margaret knows a lot
about raising children.

- Mm.
- Do you see any children around here?

Oh, now, Ruth.

I am here because I know
exactly what you're going through

and I want you to know

that everything is
going to be just fine!

You will have moments of self-doubt,

whether or not you're
doing the right thing.

Doing what right thing?

Well, raising the child.

Uh, feedings, changing nappies.

No, no, no. I'm not worried about that.

No, I've already hired the nurse,

the nannies and, after that - oof -

off to boarding school.

Then, Ruth, what is
it you're so afraid of?

- The birth!
- Oh, Ruth! Honey.

No-no-no-no. It's huge.

- And it's about to
come out. - Mm-hm.

I've given birth twice
and I won't kid you:

it's the worst pain you will ever feel.

But it will be over
in less than 24 hours.

- 24 hours!
- Oh, my.

Possibly more. It is your first birth.

Oh, and who is this little man?

Harry, would you like
to go get a candy apple?

Okay.

We'll leave you to it.

Detective Murdoch's child.

Not hers.

Oh?

So, did you catch your shooter?

We did.

It's quite something.

Little kid comes in and
starts shooting up the place

like he's Jesse James.

When you're done with
him, send him my way.

I could use him.

We're looking for a Frank Rhodes.

He's not here.

You'll alert us the
next time that he is.

I will not.

He's responsible for a woman's death.

Oh, I'd bet more than one.

But he's also a valued customer.

You will shut your mouth

and do what you are told.

Detective.

Mr. Frank Rhodes just walked in.

- Mr. Rhodes.
- That's me.

Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

We'd like a word.

You don't like it?

No. It's good.

You all right?

I should be helping Detective Murdoch.

- Detective Murdoch is very capable...
- But I could help.

These are very dangerous people.

I know.

I've been hiding from very
dangerous people my whole life.

You're just a child.

I'm a boy, not a baby.

Harry...

Harry, Harry...

Stop.

Have you read the letter?

I confess I haven't yet, sir.

I've experienced
rejection in so many forms,

I thought I would
forestall this one a while.

There may be a very reasonable
explanation, Crabtree.

Constable.

Your superior and I need a word.

S'all right, Crabtree.

I'm surprised to see you,
Tom. I'd heard you'd retired.

I don't like being pushed.

They dangled a sweet carrot.

You prefer the stick, I guess.

And you have the stick, do you?

I have no power over you, Tom.

But I know people in the Don.

It's a rough place if
you cross the wrong bloke.

Find your throat slit for a wink.

Anything, and I mean anything,

happens to my son and I'll kill you.

Just walk out the door.

Never need worry.

Finger marks.

It's very clever, Detective.

Well?

Your finger marks are not a match

for those found on the oil drum

in which Anna Fulford's body was found.

- Why would they be?
- You have a reputation, Mr. Rhodes.

Rumour has it that you
like to use a steel oil drum

and a quantity of lye.

Good thing you can't
be hanged for a rumour.

It's a good thing

that your associate didn't
seal the drum properly,

or we may never have
found Miss Fulford's body.

I have no associates.

You may think you're clever,

but you're not clever
enough to get away with this.

You killed Anna Fulford

and I will not sleep until I
see you hanging by your neck.

That's too bad.

Sleep's good for you.

Murdoch, blimey, that's enough!

Thank you, Inspector.

Another word out of you and
I'll knock your teeth out.

McNab, take him to the cells.

I apologize, sir. I lost my temper.

He all but confessed to killing her.

We still need to prove it.

The finger marks don't match.

All we've got is the
boy's word and rumours.

I'll send constables to re-search.

I'll do it myself. We'll find something.

Hopefully before he's on
the train back to New York.

Chin up, you old mucker.

It's a strange feeling.

What's that?

Meeting your husband's child.

Yes, I suppose so.

Oh, I don't mean to suggest
our situations are the same.

No, they are.

He had a child with another
woman before we married.

Exactly the same.

I'm sorry to pry.

William and I were going to adopt...

I want to adopt him.

What? Julia!

He's an orphan, William.
He has no other home.

Ye... yes, but we don't
know anything about him.

All we do know is that he's
the progeny of two bank robbers.

William, criminality is not heritable.

You yourself are hardly
your father's son.

Well...

He took a shine to me, William.

I think, in some way,
this might be meant to be.

You've always wanted children.

Yes, but not this way.

Then how?

He would have belonged
to both of us equally.

But that didn't work out as we hoped.

You have to look your best, little man.

You're about to meet
someone very special.

- Mr. Connor.
- Detective Murdoch.

He is a miracle.

Your son, Roland,

he's a lovely little man

and it's been our
honour to care for him.

You are the very best of people.

I have some things for him
that you might find useful.

I'll arrange to have them sent over.

I cannot thank you enough times.

I wish you a long and
happy life together.

I was hoping we might
try again but time just...

Ruth?

- Are you all right?
- Oh my, oh my, oh my, it... it's happening!

It's happening! How wonderful!

- Let's get you to the hospital.
- No-no-no-no!

No, I'm not going anywhere.

You, you're to deliver my baby.

- Ruth, I'm not an obstetrician.
- I don't care!

Oh, wh... where is Henry?
I... I need my Henry!

- We can do this.
- Where is Henry!

I'll call the station house.

All right, dear.

Oh, gosh, I think I wet myself.

Oh, I can help.

Dearest George,

I am so sorry to leave
you with only this letter.

Please know that I loved
you with all my heart.

You made me happier
than anyone ever has.

But I cannot marry someone
whose heart belongs to another,

however impossible, or remote.

It's a flaw in my nature that I
can't accept being second best.

I think you know this about me.

So, I have taken the coward's way out.

I have left the city
and will not return.

You're a wonderful man, George.

You have such a big heart.

You deserve someone
big enough to fill it.

With all my love, Effie.

- What's that?
- Higgins.

It's from Effie.

She's gone.

I'm sorry, George.

Newsome women can be
maddening, to be sure,

but they are always direct.

I would have expected Effie
to tell you to your face

if she was leaving.

You have a good point there, Higgins.

And Effie Newsome is the
farthest thing from a coward.

- Constable!
- Hm?

You made up with your wife yet?

What is it to you?

Well, perhaps you'd best.

Just got a telephone
call from Doctor Ogden...

Henry, your wife is having your baby.

What?

She said she never wanted
to see me again. I... I...

Damn it, I don't care!

You're look especially morose, George.

- Effie rejected my proposal for marriage.
- Mm.

One day you'll consider yourself lucky.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

That's it, Ruth: now push. Push!

Make it stop.

- Make it stop.
- You've only had two contractions, dear.

Ruthie!

- Henny Penny!
- Oh, no.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

All right now, push. Push, again, push!

- Oh, dear Lord, it's coming.
- Oh.

Ruth, you did it!

That wasn't so hard.

You've done it!

Oh, ew.

Oh! Oh dear.

Oh, Miss Hart.

I wonder if you could secure me a table

at your husband's restaurant?

Of course. You seem
in good spirits today.

Well, I suppose I've come
to terms with something

that has cast a pall
over these last weeks.

Your heartbreak.

- You've heard.
- You and I both.

Has the glow of your
recent nuptials dimmed?

That's a kind way of stating it.

You may be able to procure an annulment.

I can't. I have everything I want.

And even in this short time,
I have become dependent on it.

Ooh. I do not envy your
situation, Miss Hart.

I recently identified
the one problem with love.

Hm. And that is?

Love requires vulnerability.

A relationship, by its very
nature, demands dependency.

But that means your
emotions, your happiness,

your very identity, are in
the hands of someone else.

And the solution?

Self-reliance.

If you aren't dependent on anyone,

- you can't be hurt.
- Correct.

I no longer look for
love, or companionship.

Instead, I seek joy in myself.

Hm.

And I must say, I do enjoy the company.

- Hmm...
- And Mr. Higgins passed out?

- Dropped like a ton of bricks.
- Oh, my.

Oh! You wanted to see us?

I'm standing down.

I don't understand.

You were going to fight this.
We were going to fight this.

You can't sacrifice
something we can fix together.

There's no fixing this, Nomi.

What happened, Thomas?

Nothing. I've made up my mind.

I've put in for retirement
as of the end of today.

- Oh, Thomas!
- That's enough, Margaret.

I won't hear another word of it.

Ruth?

I know you're furious.

Frankly, your fury terrifies me,

but I am this baby's father.

And I want to be a part of his life.

And your life.

I want to be a part of our life

- that we've been building together...
- Shh.

She's sleeping.

She?

- It's a baby girl?
- Yeah.

Our baby girl.

She is the most precious
baby girl in the whole world.

Here, it's okay. Yeah, yeah.

- Well, I can take her.
- Oh, no, it's not necessary, Dolores.

- I don't mind.
- You're dismissed.

- She's beautiful.
- I know.

Right. Now we're ready to begin.

You didn't have to get this for me.

Of course I did.

What shall we make?

How about the Tower Bridge? Mm?

How are the happy couple?

Happy.

Now, as with any large-scale
construction project,

we need to begin with
a strong foundation.

I think I might get some air.

Oh, that will do also.

Don't you ever tire
of the stench of death?

- To what do I owe the pleasure?
- The brutish actions of your detective.

He manhandled me in
front of my employees.

My inferiors.

I will not stand for this humiliation.

- What do you want me to do about it?
- Help me get revenge.

You have information on him, don't you?

I promised I wouldn't use it.

It could cost me my job.

So, you would pick your
vocation over your husband.

My vocation gives me pleasure.

Something my husband
seems unable to provide.

Is that so?

You best remember that I
can change the circumstances

of your life with the wave of a hand.

Have you made a decision

regarding the Board's recommendation?

I have.

And?

You win.

I'll be resigning my position as
inspector effective immediately.

I want you to know we
take no joy in this,

but you're doing the
right thing, Inspector.

The Toronto Constabulary
has certain standards.

Right then.

What do I need to sign?

Here's the letter I received.

Here are some examples
of Effie's handwriting.

Now, uh-uh-look at the
G here compared to here.

The swoop of it.

Don't you think this one looks less...

Less swoopy?

I'm sorry, George,

but this handwriting is a match.

Why does this always happen to me?

Dear George. The fates are against us.

Perhaps they always were.

I'll never forget what you did for us.

Please forgive my doing what I must...

... and a wife and a family.

And I think that's lovely, but...

I'm not going to be
able to give you that.

How do you know I wouldn't
give that up for you?

If you wanted just me,

you would have said yes to Paris.

The ring said the rest.

I thought Effie was different.

A defence firm in London
wants me to sail immediately.

- You're leaving Toronto?
- No.

I've refused.

Instead, I've convinced them
to open a branch in Canada.

Or, rather, I will convince them.

There's a lot of crime here.

As soon as they see the statistics,
they'll see that I'm right.

And if they don't?

I don't understand the question.

Well, if you're staying
around, then perhaps

you and I could have
dinner, or something.

Are you courting me?

- I suppose...
- Good.

Then let's start with lunch.

You are a remarkable
woman, Miss Newsome.

Remarkable how?

Remarkably tall, for one thing.

It's not me that's big, George.

It's the world that's small.

I love her.

I mean, I've loved
others, but Effie and I...

It made no sense at all
and, at the same time,

made all the sense in the world.

It maddens me that
she doesn't know that.

Then you need to find a
way to tell her, George.

Some things are worth fighting for,

right to the end.

It seems the inspector's
stepped in it again.

You'll have the rest of the
day to gather your belongings

and say your goodbyes.

But first, I'll need you
to hand over your badge.

Right.

Inspector?

This doesn't concern you, Detective.

- You'll be briefed later.
- Chief Constable,

are you relieving our
inspector of his badge?

I am.

Well, then, you'll be
taking mine as well.

Ah, yes. And mine.

Mine too, sir.

Well, can't have the
whole station resign.

Especially Murdoch.

- You can stay.
- Not without assurances.

Assurances of what?

The only reason I was
considering resignation

is because Inspector Decker
threatened my son's safety.

I don't know anything about that.

Promise me he won't come to any harm.

You have my word.

My name is Constable Henry Higgins

and I tender my resignation, sir.

Good for you.

You'll be late for your
own funeral, Higgins.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Don't be.

Your gesture was appreciated.

I hear you had a baby girl.

- I did.
- Congratulations.

Sit down, Henry.

We'll be drinking the
good stuff tonight.

Did these belong to my mother?

Yes.

This isn't hers. It's
covered in cat hair.

Must be Thelma's.

She was nice to us.

Can we take it back to her?

Oh, uh, it's late.

Please.

You would have to stay by
my side the entire time.

- I will.
- All right. Get your coat.

- Julia? Harry and I are...
- I heard.

Everything all right?

Yes.

Julia, I know you well enough
to know when you're lying.

What is it?

You're just so...

Happy.

I feel like I'm living
a life that's not my own.

- He needs me right now.
- I understand that.

It's just...

I wanted to be the mother of your child.

Julia, this is quite a lot.
Are we expecting someone?

Yes, we are, William.

- You don't mean...
- I do.

It actually worked?

We're having a baby.

Oh, oh!

- Oh!
- Oh, I'm very sorry. Are you all right?

- Of course. I'm not made of glass.
- I...

I... I don't know what to say, uh...

I love you.

I love you, too, William.

And I couldn't be happier.

It's the fourth month.

It's maternal causes...

There's no need for
her husband to see this.

I tried so...

I tried so hard.

And... and now you have
a child with another woman.

- And he's the son you've always wanted.
- Julia,

he is our son.

Ready to go?

Hm...

- Tomorrow may be better.
- No, William. Go now.

He wants to do a good thing.

Julia, I love you just as I always have.

Oh, uh... uh...

- Llewellyn, what are you doing here?
- I...

Dropping off your wedding gift.

You came all the way here
to drop off a wedding gift?

- It's not far.
- For a wedding I told you

I didn't want to go through with.

Just here with a gift.

Hm. I don't believe you.

I should go. You're
getting married tomorrow.

All the more reason you should stay.

Sir, Thelma Hughes isn't here.

And her room's in a state of disarray.

- Where's Harry?
- Uh, the cat was hungry. He's feeding it.

- This is curious.
- What's that?

Harry was sent to the store.

He said he purchased
one bottle of hair dye.

There is a second, open bottle here.

Perhaps he made a mistake.

Unlikely, I suppose, being your son.

George, I'd like you to collect Julia

and have her meet Harry
and I at the station house.

- I'll bring Harry.
- What's going on?

- Just, please.
- Right.

She sent her son to get the hair dye.

But her neighbour returned home first.

She was a hairdresser.
She lent her some.

Rhodes killed them both.

There was only one body in the barrel.

Thelma Hughes.

Anna could still be alive.

Mother wrote in this book every day.

She had stacks and stacks of them.

What did she write?

Just things that came into her head.

She'd say funny things.

A lot of bad jokes.

You must be sad.

It would make sense.

Rhodes killed Thelma by mistake.

He thought it was Anna,
had the correct address,

but didn't know what Anna looked like.

Miss Fulford put her earrings
in the drum with the body.

To make it appear as
though she were dead.

But her finger marks are on the lid.

Well, I... I just want
you to know that William...

- your father and I...
- I'm going to go find the water closet.

Well, then, where is
she? She take a flyer?

The woman I know
wouldn't abandon her son.

A moment, sir.

Where's Harry?

He went to the water closet.

What's going on?

Anna Fulford might still be alive.

Do the people who were
looking for her know that?

We don't know.

What do we do? Do we tell Harry?

Julia, he's gone.

What was the last thing he
was doing right before he left?

He was looking at Anna's journal.

What was he up to?

He was there when I found
the second bottle of hair dye.

He knew that Thelma's
cat hadn't been fed.

He put it together?

He's a chip off the old block, Murdoch.

Look, sir.

Missing page.

75 Rue Saint-Mathieu, Montreal.

Clara!

Get dressed and get out.

I'm... I'm so sorry, Clara.

Oh-oh, God, I'm so sorry...
I... I don't know what to say.

- Get out.
- You deserve

to be with someone who
will love and cherish you.

I am marrying you.

I said get out!

I am with child. And
I will have a husband.

And, after we're married, you can engage

in whatever filth you like.

- Do you like it?
- It's very nice.

You look most handsome.

I should be more grateful for
all that you've done for me.

So, I got you something.

99 percent pure.

I'll get your pipe.

I'm going to try harder
to be a proper wife.

Not too proper, I hope.

I'll be as improper
as you'd like me to be.

What are you two doing here?

I thought we could
all go out for a meal.

- As a family.
- Well, that sounds lovely.

Oh, excuse me, ladies.

Inspector Brackenreid.

When? Is Bobby all right?

Who assigned him to the
same cell? Was it Decker?

Thomas, what's going on?

Bobby was attacked by another prisoner.

- Is he all right?
- He's fine.

- But he's escaped.
- And what happened to the other prisoner?

He's dead.

Thomas, where are you going?

To have words with a fellow colleague.

What have you done to me? I can't move.

I did say it was 99% pure.

The one remaining percent was curare.

Hence your lack of mobility.

What do you want from me?

I think it's time we re-evaluate
the nature of our relationship.

I am the lady of the house.

Train to Montreal on
track two, now boarding!

So, you're going on a hunch.

He's my son, Julia. I have to find him.

And his mother.

If she's alive, yes.

Frank got on the earlier
train with the kid.

And if she is, will you come back?

Of course.

Even if it means
leaving your son behind?

So, we got the figlio,

we got the papa,

all we need now is the mama.

If she's still alive.

They wouldn't be leaving if she wasn't.

Let Flavio know I'm going be
in Montreal in the morning.

What do you want me to do about her?

Nothing.

For now.

There's...

No.

- George.
- Miss Ernst.

I'm glad you're still here.

- Uh, I didn't mean to interrupt.
- Oh, I'm alone.

Can I help you with anything?

Yes, I'm looking for
Mr. Roderick's address.

I think Effie might be there.
I need to speak with her.

I don't think you should, George.

She... she... she's gone for good.

She packed up shop and she fired me.

Why would she do that, Dorothy?

Why would she close her practice?

George,

I don't think Effie Newsome's

somebody you want to be
spending your time with.

She's not who she says she is
and she's not a good person.

Why don't we go get a drink?

I'm a very good listener.

I swear, you'll... You'll
feel better. I promise.

I'll go get my hat.

You made me happier
than anyone ever has...

But I cannot marry someone
whose heart belongs to another.

You've such a big heart.

You deserve someone
big enough to fill it.

Are you ready, George?

You wrote the letter.

Geor... no, I didn't.

You're trying to tear Effie
and I apart, aren't you?

In fact, you're Amelia, aren't you?

I knew it. I've known it all along!

I'm not, George, I swear.

- Where is Effie?
- I don't know.

You're lying! Tell me!

Let go of my sister, George.

You?

- She made me do it.
- She's lying.

Eh, fine. Maybe I am.

Hm.

Where's Effie?

You told me to create my own destiny.

My own story.

You remember that, don't you?

And you are the star
of my story, George.

- And we better start writing it.
- Ah!

She's so romantic.

Thank you.

Just tell me where she is.

Where no one will ever find her.

Boo.

Help!

Help!

Help, help!

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