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I'm at the Brearly Hotel.

Come quickly! She's going to kill me!

Detective Murdoch!

Calm down, Irving. What is it?

There might be a problem.

Thank you for walking
me to work, George.

Not at all. How's your leg?

It's fine.

I haven't been to my office in months.

It's understandable, Effie. You've
been through a terrible ordeal!

- You've not been in the right frame of mind.
- I have not.

And besides, you've enough money.

You'd needn't rush back
if you don't want to.

It's not just that.

I feel like perhaps it's time
I put my law career behind me.

- I might do something new.
- Oh! Dancer? No! Horse jockey? No!

Gibraltar Point Lighthouse keeper?

- I'm serious, George.
- Well, who's to say I'm not?

Although, if you're the jockey,

I can't imagine the height of the horse.

There you are, George!
I need your assistance.

Brearly Hotel, room 14.

- Ah, what's the matter?
- We'll know when we get there.

Right!

Giddy up.

Hello! Toronto Constabulary.

Ma'am, please step away.

State your business. Is this your room?

Can you tell me how you came to
be in the room with a dead man?

I came in through the door.

- But I had nothing to do with this!
- And your name?

It's... Georgie!

Aunt Zinnia?

Who was this man?

His name was Juan De Léon.

I just met him last night.

What were you doing in his room?

I don't want to say.

Aunt Zinnia, just tell
the detective the truth.

I met him and lost my head.

He was so handsome.

Did you stay the night?

What kind of lady do you take me for?

So, you came to his room this morning?

I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I came to his room, the door was open,

he was lying there and then you came in.

- Good day, Mrs. Hart.
- Detective.

Ah, sir.

There's no way my aunt
could have done this.

You know her well, then?

Well, I used to and she's
hardly the murdering kind.

Right. Escort your aunt
down to the station house.

I'll see what I can find
out about Mr. De Léon.

Right. Aunt Zinnia, come with me.

Oh, that poor man. Such a shame.

Don't you agree, Georgie?

Mrs. Hart?

He was struck once with
a slim, heavy object.

No defensive wounds.

- Time of death?
- Recently.

Rigor mortis has just barely begun.

I'll know more once I examine the body.

Spanish man? Brown hair, thin moustache.

Yeah, I threw him out
of here last night.

Never cared for his type.

I don't quite take your meaning.

The type that separates wealthy,
older women from all their money.

A confidence man?

All I know is he made
straight for an elderly lady

here last night and she
was dripping in diamonds.

Sits down with her,
starts ordering champagne.

All on her tab, of course.

So, I asked him to leave.

Told him I was onto him.

This way, Aunt Zinnia.
I'll get you a seat.

I'm so sorry about all this, Georgie.

I didn't even know you were in Toronto.

You should have called.

Well, I've only recently arrived.

I was waiting until I
was a bit more settled and

now I'm the furthest thing from it.

Listen, were you completely truthful
with Detective Murdoch and I?

What were you doing in that man's room?

What can I say, Georgie?

He caught my eye and I his.

I see.

George, there's something
I didn't tell you.

He may have had a necklace of mine.

Did you give it to him?

George, he may have taken it from me.

I went to his room
to look for it, but...

But he was dead?

- On my word, George.
- Oh, there-there.

Perhaps you could you ask
the constables to have a look?

It's gold with a
key-shaped pendant on it.

Well, if it turns up, we'll
certainly let you know.

Thank you.

What a hat!

Why, this old thing?

I often wondered what I'd
wear to a police station.

I've never been to one before.

Ah, what brings you here?

Ah, Detective Watts,
this is my Aunt Zinnia.

Your Aunt Zinnia?

Pleased to meet you.
Are you here for a visit?

Unfortunately, I'm here
under suspicion of murder.

Oh, dear.

Well, if you're innocent,
you're in the best hands.

If you're guilty...

Good day!

She was in the dead man's room.

I hate to say it, Crabtree.

Ah, sir, she was looking for her
necklace. He took it from her.

- She could be lying.
- I don't know, sir.

I spoke to a bartender who
saw Juan De Léon last night.

- And?
- He had to kick him out,

- believed him to be a romantic swindler.
- Oh.

You know, I often wondered how
one gets into that line of work.

Ah, more of a calling, I suspect, sir.

And you'd need to
have very few scruples.

And, of course, you'd
also need to be handsome.

What exactly are you implying, Crabtree?

I've managed to track down
the woman that Juan De Léon

was swindling last night. A
constable is bringing her in.

Sirs, do you think it would
be possible to release my aunt?

I highly doubt she's
done anything wrong here.

Let me sort this out first, George.

Right.

I'm so sorry I couldn't
be more help to you.

- Well, thank you for coming in.
- Oh, such a shame.

- Mr. De Léon was so handsome.
- Hm.

Miss O'Neill!

- Miss O'Neill?
- Alberta!

Fancy meeting you here.

What brings you to a police station?

Well, I was just visiting my
dear nephew, George Crabtree.

Oh.

Your Irish love potion
worked a treat last night.

Not an hour after you
had me put it in my drink,

I met the most wonderful man.

You did?

But then Mr. De Léon was
thrown out of the establishment.

Oh, my stars and garters.

He gave me his card.

And I must confess, I
was going to call on him,

but then he turned up dead.

I will be wanting to purchase
more of your love potion.

At your convenience, of course.

Thank you.

I can explain.

I met Juan last night and
he asked me to help him

with a silly little trick.

I'd never done anything
like that before.

I did it for the thrill.

You gave Miss Binchey love potion?

It was just coloured water.

He asked me to speak to the old dear,

have her put it in her drink.

I left. He came in and charmed her.

- Aunt Zinnia.
- He asked the lady for a few dollars

and the lady gets a lovely evening.

- What's the harm?
- And it was just the once, you swear?

On my life, Georgie.

Don't be overly dramatic, dear.

It's not that dire.

Dr. Deakins, can I be of assistance?

No, Dr. Ogden.

I'm quite capable of handling a patient,

even one as hysterical as Miss Robinson.

I'm in so much pain, Doctor.

Give her a dose of morphine
and put her in the ward, nurse.

I must dash but prep her
tomorrow for a lithotripsy.

So, the diagnosis is a kidney stone?

It's what the doctor said.

Mister Quivell?

- Please, have a seat.
- Yes.

Whoo.

Thank you for seeing me.

What can I help you with?

I am a private investigator.

Ah! And...

I've been hired to
locate 10,000 dollars,

that Juan De Léon
swindled my client out of.

Now that he's dead, my job has become...

A touch more difficult.

My condolences.

- Who is your client?
- Ah! She would prefer not to be named.

I'm sure you understand.

- I see.
- Mm-hm. Um...

I also hear that you have a
Miss Zinnia Hobson in custody.

How do you know that?

Well, I've been tracking
her. And Mr. De Léon.

- Both of them?
- Detective Murdoch, they work as a team.

So, if he's dead, then she most
certainly has my client's money.

How may I be of assistance with this?

There are constables guarding
Mr. De Léon and, um...

And Miss Hobson's rooms.

Could I be granted access?

There may be something
in there that could, uh...

Hm. Ah, be something in there
that might aid my investigation.

I'm sorry, but no.

There's already an ongoing
investigation, mine.

- Right.
- Sir?

Ah, pardon the intrusion,
but I've brought some items

from the crime scene you're
going to want to have a look at.

Oh! May I?

Mr. Quivell... No.

Good day.

And you thought to clutter up
my desk with evidence, did you?

Well, I was told that the
man in the detective's office

was snooping around the case.

I thought it wise.

- Good thinking, Henry.
- Huh. Thank you, sir.

Oh, I'll see you get a medal, Higgins.

Well, there's still blood on the poker.

Could be the murder weapon.

Is the pope a Catholic?

Where was it found?

Uh, both items were found
just outside the window

of Mr. De Léon's room.

Any fingermarks on the poker?

No, but the handkerchief does
appear to have some initials on it.

Z.H. Zinnia Hobson.

I'm sorry, George.

I don't believe it.

Well, bugalugs, it would appear
that your dear old auntie is a thief.

And a murderer.

I must have left my handkerchief
in Juan's room last night.

Miss Hobson, I happen to know that you

and Mr. De Léon are
confidence tricksters

that have been working
together for some time.

I also know the two of you recently

- have come into 10,000 dollars.
- What?

Did you fight over the money?

Why split 10,000 dollars
when you could have it all?

You've got it all wrong!

Yes, Juan and I worked together.

And, yes, we may have
relieved some ladies

of their extra wealth.

But not 10,000 dollars.

Miss Hobson, it will
save us all a lot of time

if you are completely
honest with me right now.

If we had 10,000 dollars

we would not be in
this godforsaken town.

Juan and I were in love.

I had no reason to kill him.

And you just happened
to be rifling through

his personal effects at the very
moment that I entered the room?

I walked in.

Juan was lying there
dead, and I panicked.

I was trying to take anything
that would lead to me.

But I swear on a stack
of bibles I am innocent.

You'll forgive me if, given what I know,

I don't take your word for it.

Miss Robinson, how are you feeling?

No better.

May I examine you?

You're not my doctor.

Yes, but I am one.

And I may be able to help you.

Oh!

Oh, that hurts. Oh-oh!

Oh, that hurts terrible.

What are you doing?

According to Miss Robinson's chart,

Dr. Deakins never gave
her a proper physical exam.

You shouldn't be doing this.

But I am.

Dr. Deakins isn't going to like this.

I'm not concerned with what Dr.
Deakins likes or doesn't like.

This woman has ovarian torsion.

I can feel her swollen ovary.

The doctor said it just hysteria.

Well, he was wrong.

We need to prepare
the operating theatre,

this patient needs surgery now.

I could lose my job.

If you're not prepared to help
me, please find someone who will.

We're wasting time here.

Will I be all right?

Yes. Of course.

At least consider representing her!

George, I haven't
practiced law in months.

- My Aunt Zinnia needs you.
- George!

At least talk to her.

She's a wonderful lady.

I mean, does she bend
the law from time to time?

Perhaps. But she's no murderer!

- You need a real lawyer.
- You are a real lawyer.

And, besides, I trust you, Effie.

That's all that matters.

And you know what?
Before you give up law...

Perhaps the old horse
needs to be ridden again.

The old, tall horse.

What does her case look like?

It's... dire.

Um, the evidence
against her is piling up.

But I know she's innocent.

Your Aunt Zinnia needs
more than just your belief

- of her innocence, George.
- Yes, exactly.

She needs you.

The hotel sent over the
personal items from your room.

Do you need any of these
things while you're in here?

You're so good to your aunt.

Oh! Juan gave this to me just yesterday.

You told the detective
he didn't have any money.

And that's true.

I have no idea how he got it.

Probably stole it.

Ah, well, this chap
sounds like a real prize.

Who are you?

Miss Hobson, I am Effie Newsome.

I will be your lawyer.

A lady lawyer?

Fantastic.

Ah, not just your lawyer, Aunt Zinnia.

Effie and I have been seeing
each other for some time.

Oh!

Oh! You're Georgie's girl.

- You're so pretty.
- Oh.

- Thank you, Miss Hobson.
- Zinnia.

You know, we probably
shouldn't have given

George all that coffee
when he was a young man.

I do think it stunted his growth.

All right, now.

Uh, let's get to the matter at hand.

Ah, please, sit.

Now, tell me everything you
can about this 10,000 dollars.

Like I've told anyone who will listen,

I know nothing about the money.

I only know that the man
I thought loved me is dead.

- Nothing else?
- And the necklace is gone.

The necklace he stole?

I know I told you that
Juan stole the necklace.

But the truth is...

We both have one.

We divided up the key to
our safety deposit box.

That way we could take out
and put in money together.

So, you two didn't
trust each other then?

What we sowed together,
we reaped together.

Juan wore his half-key on a chain.

When I saw him this
morning, it was gone.

- Who else knew about the key?
- No one.

Whoever is looking
for the keys to the box

is in for a big surprise.

There's no money in it.

All right, now, is this the truth?

Absolutely, George.

I cannot believe you don't believe me.

George,

could you give us a minute, please?

- What?
- I'm her counsel.

Our conversations are privileged.

Yes. Of course.

Now, Miss Hobson.

Zinnia.

Zinnia.

I need you to tell me the whole
truth if I'm going to help you.

I am telling you the truth, dear.

So, Mr. De Léon's half
of the key is missing.

And Zinnia claims that
no one else even knew

about the other half of the key.

Even more evidence that
points towards her, George.

Yes, sir, but to what end?

I mean, Aunt Zinnia paints
them as love's young dream.

- And with no money to fight over...
- That we know of.

There has to be something else.

Something that we're missing.

Are the constables
still at the crime scene?

We released them this afternoon.

Do you mind if I have a look?

By all means.

But you had best steel yourself, George,

for a possible bad outcome.

Sir, I know how it looks,
but she didn't do it.

I'm sure of it.

What the devil are you doing?

I'm in the middle of surgery.
Do not disturb me now.

- But I am the physician...
- Out!

- This is not the last of it.
- I said now!

Was there anybody else who may have seen

Miss Hobson enter or exit her room?

- Mm-mm.
- Right. Well, thank you, anyway.

Ah, miss? That room is a crime scene.

Hey! Stop! Halt right there!

Toronto Constabulary.

- You're coming with me.
- I didn't do anything.

Well, I'll decide that.

Miss Viola Treatly,

what were you doing in
Juan De Léon's room?

When the desk clerk told
me what happened to Juan,

I was so upset, I...

I just, I wanted to take a
memento to remember Juan by.

And how did you know, uh...

Juan De Léon?

We were in love.

We were going to go away together.

You were not. He was
in love with my aunt!

George, please.

Where were you early this morning?

On a train coming back from
visiting my sister in Peterborough.

I see.

And were you aware of what Mr. De Léon

did for a living?

There's no point in lying.

Yes, I did.

And I knew who he was
partners with, as well.

Zinnia Hobson.

What did you know about her?

Just that she was a lying thief.

- Ah, pot calling the kettle black, if you ask me.
- George.

Zinnia must have found
out about Juan and I.

And she must have found out about
the 10,000 dollars that he had.

You knew about this sum of money?

He got it two weeks ago.

He told me Zinnia didn't
know anything about it.

He was double-crossing her?

Well, he was keeping it for us.

So that we could run away together.

Zinnia must have found out somehow.

She did this to Juan.

I just know that she did!

Georgie, no.

That, that can't be true.

Zinnie, Viola Treatly has
just told the Detective and I

all about her love
affair with Mr. De Léon.

Well, then, to heck with him.

I suppose he didn't care about me,

so I don't care about him.

More importantly, Miss Hobson,

you have lied to us at every turn.

If I were you, now would be the
time to avail yourself of the truth.

What is in it for my
client if she cooperates?

- It may spare her the noose.
- Sir.

- The charge is murder, George.
- All right.

You want the truth?

We were going to take a
pigeon for 10,000 dollars

- but it didn't pan out.
- Aunt Zinnia.

Or, at least, I thought
it didn't pan out.

Apparently, Juan lied to me.

But I did not kill him, I swear.

I loved him.

And he did not love me back.

Who was the pigeon?

It might be best that you answer.

Leniency for cooperation, Detective?

What do you say?

May I offer you a long,
cool drink, Detective?

Uh, thank you.

We understand a Mr. Juan De Léon

cheated you out of a
substantial sum of money?

It is a bit embarrassing.

I'm sure Mr. De Léon
was very convincing.

Oh, yes.

He told me he was a scion of
a very wealthy Spanish family.

He was involved in building a
children's hospital outside of Barcelona,

but his family lost all their money

in that anarchist uprising last month.

Oh, I know how foolish it sounds now.

But he was so convincing.

What happened after
you gave him the money?

That was the last I ever heard of him.

You never contacted the police.

I wanted to save my
children the embarrassment.

Myself, as well, truth be told.

So, instead, you hired Mr. Quivell?

- Who?
- The private investigator.

I didn't hire a private investigator.

Did you know Mr. De Léon was
staying at the Brearly Hotel?

No, dear. I don't know where he is.

He could be halfway to Timbuktu by now.

Mrs. McCall, can you explain why

you are painting a
portrait of Anthony Quivell?

Him? Why, that's my son, Owen.

- Thank you.
- Dr. Ogden.

- Dr. Ogden!
- Dr. Deakins.

- You had no right to...
- You'll be pleased to know

that your patient is doing very well.

Despite your irresponsible diagnosis.

- Now, wait just one moment.
- A diagnosis that, if left long enough,

could have killed her!

Do you demand praise for
correcting me, Dr. Ogden?

That smacks of vanity.

This isn't about me, Dr. Deakins.

You didn't even bother to give
her a physical examination.

I believed my diagnosis was correct

based on what she told me.

You considered her a
weak, hysterical female

and that's why you didn't
diagnose her properly!

You are impugning my
reputation as a doctor,

and I warn you, it won't end well.

For whom, Dr. Deakins?

George! Detective.

Effie, interesting development.

It turns out Anthony Quivell

is not Anthony Quivell,
private investigator,

but rather Owen McCall,
Mrs. McCall's son.

Really?

Um, I think he's the
one who might have killed

Mr. De Léon for the 10,000 dollars.

A sum my client maintains
she knows nothing about.

- So she says.
- Well, sir, she said she didn't.

- I might have something.
- What's that?

This same private investigator
came to my office today.

- He wanted to speak to my client.
- My aunt.

Yes, George, we're aware.

- I refused, of course.
- What did he want with her?

Well, I don't know. I
terminated the conversation.

If he found half of
the safety deposit key

that was around Mr. De Léon's neck,

then perhaps he's seeking its companion.

Let him have this key?

- Are you crazy?
- Listen to the detective.

Zinnie.

If you cooperate, I may
be willing to look past

your involvement in
defrauding Mrs. McCall.

- Just that one?
- Don't push me.

What do you need me to do?

We let Mr. McCall steal your key.

If he tries to access
your safety deposit box,

we'll know that he killed Mr. De Léon.

Why not just give him the key?

Because he would then
know that we're on to him.

Now, please ask Mr.
McCall, AKA Anthony Quivell,

- to come to the station house.
- Sir.

You do have a little larceny
in your heart, Detective.

Only when called for.

Now, we just need him to steal that key.

How do we do that?

Oh, come now, Miss Hobson,
don't disappoint me.

I thought you were
an accomplished con...

Woman.

All right.

But we're going to
need some extra players

to complete the charade.

Gentlemen!

I suppose you know why I called
you in here today, Dr. Ogden?

Yes, I believe I have an idea.

You went against a
fellow doctor's diagnosis,

then you made him look like a fool

in the hospital corridors,
for everyone to see.

I saved that woman from grave illness.

Be that as it may,

I'm afraid there's more at stake here.

Dr. Deakins' misdiagnosis
almost cost a woman her life!

If doctors are to publicly question

fellow doctors' judgement,
where will we be?

Forgive me, Dr. Forbes,
but it sounds as though

you're putting one doctor's self-esteem

above the health of a patient.

You are unprofessional and disruptive.

And certainly not the first time.

I must ask you to apologize
to Dr. Deakins immediately.

I must apologize to him?

Yes. At once. Good day, Doctor.

Mr. Quivell, I wanted to
update you on our investigation,

as a professional courtesy.

I appreciate that.

Has some new evidence come to light

- with regard to Miss Zinnia Hobson?
- Well, no.

We now believe the person
who murdered Juan De Léon

was motivated not by
money, but jealous revenge.

- Interesting.
- You see, Miss Hobson had

another partner in... Partner
in crime before Juan De Léon.

A Mr. Hugh St. Clair.

And what is his part in all this?

We believe that Mr. St. Clair

also has the money that you are after,

on behalf of your client, of course.

I am free as a bird.

You won't be seeing me again, Constable.

Now, where are my things?

You're releasing Zinnia Hobson?

Yes and no. You see, we
believe that Mr. St. Clair

will try to contact Zinnia Hobson.

He's been very elusive thus far.

We are going to follow Miss Hobson

and when the two finally connect,

we'll nab him.

And what do we know about
this St. Clair fellow?

He's known to us.

Keep an eye out for this man.

Sir, is this quite necessary?

I give you my word Aunt
Zinnia will not try to escape.

Well, thank you, George. And as
much as I appreciate your word,

I don't quite trust your aunt's yet.

You know, a lesser woman
than I would take offense.

What is that?

I've been working on reducing
the size of my tracking device.

All I require now is this.

And a receiver

to emit a sound when in
proximity to the device.

You mean, I'm supposed to wear this?

On your ankle.

It's very discreet, I assure you.

Will you help me try it on?

I'm sure George can help you with that.

- Right. Brearly Hotel. Tonight.
- Right.

Your detective: he's quite something.

He is, indeed. I'm quite fortunate

to have learned under his tutelage.

Wasn't talking about
his level of education.

- Is he married?
- Yes!

Happily, unfortunately for you.

Well, that's a pity.

George, I'm sorry I've
turned your life upside down.

Well, you wouldn't be my
Aunt Zinnia if you hadn't.

All right. Give us a leg.

Okay.

- Dr. Deakins, may I have a word?
- Of course.

- I gather you've spoken with Dr. Forbes.
- Yes.

It's unfortunate that you
chose to speak with him

- about our conversation.
- That wasn't a conversation.

That was you hysterically overreacting.

Do you believe that all women

who dare disagree with
you are hysterical?

I thought this was
meant to be an apology.

I know that it was wrong to speak to you

- the way that I did and...
- You did more than that.

You operated on my patient
without my permission.

You left without doing a
proper physical examination.

Where's my apology?

One is not being offered, Dr. Deakins.

I cannot, in good
conscience, apologize to you

when you're so clearly in the wrong!

Once again, Dr. Ogden, your
emotions get the better of you.

What on earth?

Sir, that's him. He's right there.

Ah, sir, what will you have to drink?

Now is hardly the time, George.

To look less suspicious.

Ah, two spruce beers, please.

Spruce beer. It's an
acquired taste, I suppose.

- Mm-hm.
- Zinnia!

Zinnia. Zinnia! Zinnia! Zinnia!

Hugh! You've got some nerve.

I just want to parlay.

May I have a seat, honeysuckle?

You look as ravishing as ever, darling!

You don't fool me with your sweet talk.

I know you're mad with
jealousy over Juan.

Juan?

I'm the only suitor for you
and you damn well know it!

Please forgive me, darling. Please!

That's for Juan!

That's for me!

Bloody hell! Ah, Zinnia!
Zinnia, don't go, darling!

- Honeysuckle, I love you.
- Hugh St. Clair!

Toronto Constabulary.

You are under arrest for
the murder of Juan De Léon.

I haven't killed anyone!

Now unhand me, you bounder.

You are coming with us.

No! You can't do this!

Make up your mind, woman!

I've already lost Juan.

And now I'll lose Hugh.

Let him go, sir.

If you continue to protest,

I'll be forced to arrest you, as well.

Oh! Well, then.

- Carry on.
- He's gone.

- Did he take the bait?
- He did, indeed.

- Should I follow him?
- No, no, no.

We know precisely where he will be.

Please escort your aunt
back to the station house.

I'm not free to go?

Let's see how this plays out tomorrow.

Right. Inspector, that was, ah...

Something else.

It's been a while since I
trod the boards, Murdoch.

"If music be the food of love, play on!"

One doesn't forget one's
first love, Murdoch, does one?

Yes, sir. You certainly mustered
every ounce of talent you have

to pull off such a convincing lothario.

Thank you, Murdoch.

Hang on a sec!

Good morning. How may I help you?

Good morning. I was hoping
to open a savings account.

- A savings account?
- Yes.

And, to that end, here is five dollars

for my initial deposit.

I see. Nothing more?

Ah, no. Please just honour my wishes.

Yes. Of course. Uh, let
me just find the paperwork.

Take your time.

You're sure that's all
I can help you with?

See, that's the thing
with you bank fellows.

Man walks in for one thing,

and you try and sell him another.

A bloody savings account?

Wasn't he supposed to go
straight to a safety deposit box?

That was the idea.

I'm calling Watts.

Hello?

What the bloody hell is he playing at?

I'm afraid I don't
have an answer for that.

He's on to us.

He must have given the
key to someone else.

Detective, go to the
safety deposit room now!

Could you excuse me for just a moment?

Yeah. I, uh, I'm trying
to do business here!

I'll be, I'll be right back.

The deposit box has been opened.

The bugger's still standing
there. He hasn't moved an inch.

He has to be working with someone else.

Well, they can't have gotten far.

You two go and have a gander.
I'll keep an eye on Quivell.

- Wait! Shouldn't I open a savings...
- Watts!

George, when I get out of jail,
I'm going to be a new woman,

on the straight and narrow.

- Aunt Zinnia.
- No, no. I mean it.

All my aunts walked a crooked path.

Why should you be any different?

Oh, Georgie.

Don't hate me for that.

Not at all.

I prefer interesting relations.

Although I should
return you to the cells.

Could I use the lavatory?

Well, there's a bucket in the...

Ah, yes, of course.

Oh, Aunt Zinnie?

I don't suppose I would have
liked Mr. De Léon very much,

but I gather you did and
I'm sorry you lost him.

Don't worry, Georgie.

I'll find another.

_

Oh, Juan.

I knew you wouldn't forsake me.

I haven't seen a soul who was
inside the bank while I was there.

Sir?

Quivell's still in there
filling out bloody forms.

- It's curious.
- Hardly!

You ever been to a bank, Murdoch?

All the forms and the
bollocks you have to fill out?

That's why I keep my cash in my pockets

- and my silver in the floorboards.
- Very good.

That's not what I was referring to.

- The carriage.
- What about it?

That's the third time it's gone past

while I've been standing here.

Quivell's accomplice.
Waiting for him to leave?

He's on his way out.

Sir, you'd best hide. Quivell
knows you as Mr. St. Clair.

What the devil?

Open the door! Hurry!

Stop! Whoa! Whoa!

Toronto Constabulary.

Your two passengers
are coming with us, sir.

Aunt Zinnia?

Zinnie?

Zinnie.

I didn't do anything!

That's what they all say.

Constable, please escort Miss Treatly

and Mr. McCall to the cells.

Right away, sir.

Sir.

- So, Crabtree, where's your aunt?
- Sir?

Well, she'll be pleased to hear
that we've caught those two.

Yes. No, she's just in the... um...

Having a rest and I
was about to fetch her.

Even money says she's scarpered.

No! I don't bet.

- It's hardly a wager, Watts.
- No, no, no.

- I'm just saying!
- I don't bet.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Oh, Zinnie.

Our private investigator has confessed
to the murder of Mr. De Léon.

I suppose he made the
phone call from the hotel?

He used his paramour, Miss Treatly,

as Mr. De Léon's lover.

To murder a man over some money.

Hardly seems worth it.

It was more than that, Watts.

The man humiliated his mother.

Huh. Just some bruised
pride. She'll live.

Bloody hell, Watts!

A simple observation.

So, Crabtree! Where's your auntie?

Ah, sir, that's a good question.

Uh, an excellent question, in fact.

- Flew the coop, did she?
- Yes. I'm afraid so.

Ah! I knew it was a sure thing.

I asked you to apologize to Dr. Deakins.

You failed to do that.

Yes, I suppose I did.

But, Dr. Forbes, this
issue is far greater

than one incident with Dr. Deakins.

I have seen a pattern of disregard

for female patients in this hospital.

Oh, have you?

Yes, and you can no longer
turn a blind eye to it.

This neglect is harmful.

My job is to support the
doctors in this hospital,

whose professional opinion
I trust wholeheartedly.

Well, I can give you
several examples of times

when those professional
opinions were wrong.

Dr. Ogden, I have grown tired
of your continuous crusades.

- My crusades?
- Nothing is good enough, you're always angry

and you find oppression
where there is none.

We've been here before, and
I can see we'll be here again

unless I put a stop to it.

What are you saying?

Dr. Ogden, you are
dismissed from this hospital.

You have no right.

This is my hospital

and I have the full
support of the board.

This is not over.

So, your first case back
as a lawyer was a short one.

True. I didn't even get to go to court.

But, I have to say, being
busy and useful was a tonic.

Well, at least something good
came of my aunt's trickery.

I hope you don't feel too
hurt by her actions, George.

They're not a reflection
of her love for you.

She left me this.

What is it?

She says she apologizes and even
though she's not going to jail,

she's going to live a
lawful life from now on.

- And do you believe her?
- I'd like to.

What would you like to do?

- I'm starving.
- All right, then.

Well, let's get some dinner.

Not for food, George.

Ah!

Well, I think my place is closer.

Well, giddy-up.

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