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Well, looking at the
evidence, Crabtree...

- Yes?
- It looks like

- we've slightly narrowed it down.
- Yes, I thought so as well, sir.

You'll both be coming tonight?

- For the third time, yes.
- Excellent.

I'll see you then.

He's certainly seems
in fine spirits, sir.

I don't know I've ever seen
him in such a good mood.

I know. It's unsettling.

- Oh, William!
- Julia.

- All set to go?
- I am indeed.

Have a lovely evening, gentlemen.

How was school?

It is so much more interesting
cutting into living tissue than dead.

You should have seen the size of
the cyst I helped removed today!

- I'm sorry I missed that.
- Shall we race?

Oh.

Woo!

Well...

Here it is.

There it is.

You don't like it?

Well, it's... different.

William?

- Julia?
- It is our first home.

Right. Uh... yes.

Uh...

Hello?

... had the opportunity
to collaborate with,

you seem to me to have
the most vision, yes?

- You couldn't imagine...
- Ahem!

Oh! Detective Murdoch. Doctor.

- Welcome to your new home.
- Mr. Wright...

What are you doing here?

We're showing off your
new house, of course.

I beg your pardon?

As the owner of Mr. Frank
Lloyd Wright's first home

in the Toronto area, you
have certain obligations.

- Oblig... Julia?
- Oh...

According to the
contract Dr. Ogden signed

when commissioning Mr. Wright,
your home will serve as a show house

for the first 90 days of possession.

This won't be a daily occurrence.

- Oh... That's heartening.
- Now, come.

Meet our guests.

I suppose I didn't examine
the contract closely enough.

Champagne!

We do appreciate the commission.

Toronto is a very stodgy town.

You are one of the few to see
the genius of Mr. Wright's vision.

You there!

Stop. Stop.

What? What are you doing here?

I'm here to admire my work.

Your work? You did little
more than follow instructions.

Now, you wish to take credit
for everything I've done?

Get out.

- I...
- If you wish to work

for Mr. Wright again,
I suggest you leave.

Well...

they do say that all
great men have an ego.

I'm glad I don't.

- Murdoch!
- Ah!

Ah. Ooh.

Oh...

Didn't get around to decorating, I see.

- Oh!
- From Margaret and myself.

- Oh. Why thank you, Inspector.
- George.

Thank you, sir.

Inspector, George,

this is Frank Lloyd Wright,

the man responsible for our new home.

- It appears you forgot something.
- And what's that?

There are no bloody walls.

Rooms don't need walls.

Then there are no rooms.

Oi. You there.

Inspector... Can I fix you a drink?

Oh, very good.

- Detective.
- Yes, George?

I would very much like to see

your potato cooking
room in full operation.

Of everything I've done,

that is the feature of
this home you've boasted of?

You have installed it, Mr. Wright?

Reluctantly.

George, I have a house full
of guests, perhaps now isn't...

Sir! Louise Cherry?

Have you invited her here?
I most certainly have not.

Perhaps Mr. Wright is simply trying
to draw attention to his... creation.

- Sir, I'm not keen on her.
- I know, George.

I mean, you know what she's like.

- She said that you and Doctor Ogden were bor...
- Sh.

What's that noise?

Oh, my!

Sir, we've taken preliminary
statements from most of the guests.

How do you suppose he ended up in there?

Perhaps he thought it
was the water closet.

Detective...

if you have no more questions,

my wife and I have another engagement.

I may need to make further inquiries.

Then you may do so at
a more convenient time.

Do not call before 11.

Let us finish taking statements

- and pick this up in the morning.
- Calling it a night, Murdoch?

I suppose it's for the best.

Thank you so much for
the lamp, Inspector.

- Oh yes, thank you.
- Uh... oh.

Yeah. Good evening.

Well... I suppose it
wouldn't be our house

if something like this didn't happen.

Oh, sir.

- Now is definitely not a good time, George.
- Of course.

Detective Murdoch.

Miss Cherry.

- Do you have any statements at this time?
- I do not.

- _
- What?!

A less than enjoyable evening, sir?

- It started out well enough.
- Oh. Very good.

I hope you can grace us
with your presence, sir.

Oh. Oh.

"Henry Hieronymus Higgins."

Higgins wasn't given a middle name, sir,

- so he chose that.
- Do you like it?

It suits you.

Henry, please find out all you can about

- Frank Lloyd Wright and the rest of my guests.
- Of course.

Shame I didn't get a
chance to meet them.

Would have made it easier... Oh!

Sir, I look forward to seeing you there.

Ah!

Oh. My wife has
reminded me to remind you

that she is a wedding planner.

Oh... yes.

Well, uh, I am leaving that
all in Ruth's hands, sir.

- Be glad when this bloody day is over.
- Oh, I concur, sir.

So... what did you
think to Murdoch's house?

I thought it was... really something.

Didn't think much of
it either, eh Crabtree?

- Well, sir, I...
- It's just a bloody box.

No charm or character at all.

The Detective likes it.

Of course.

It suits him.

I hope you're not missing
an important class.

Oh, nothing I can't catch up on.

I have a surgery in the next
couple of days, but I'm prepared.

I assure you, I can handle this.

I need no such assurances,

but seeing the death was in my
home, I'd like to look into it.

There's not much to
look into, I'm afraid.

- Afternoon. Miss Hart.
- Detective.

Do you have the victim's belongings?

Yes. What's left of
them are right over here.

His name was Mr. Lionel Spoud.

Spoud. I know that name.

I talked to him about
designing our home.

Oh, yes. "Architecture and contractors."

Detective, if he was cooked,
why didn't the paper burn?

The machine is designed to seek
out moisture in order to heat.

Did you find out anything
more about the victim?

That was all. I will let
you know if I find any more.

Thank you.

So, do you have any idea

on how we can establish time of death?

Not really.

Good.

I was hoping I wasn't alone in that one.

I built the room exactly
to your specifications.

There is no other point of
access other than the obvious.

I am not accusing you
of anything, Mr. Towne.

Why do you think the
poor unfortunate exploded?

I think the different areas of
whatever may be inside my device

are heating at different rates.

Uneven cooking could be the cause.

Perhaps if I devised

some sort of turntable mechanism,

that would allow for whatever
is inside to cook evenly...

Who was the fellow?

A Mr. Lionel Spoud.

- Oh...
- You knew him?

I worked for him once or twice.

Strange thing, though,

he and Mr. Wright were on the outs.
So why would he be at the party?

Perhaps to be placed inside of my device

to kill him and thereby
destroy all evidence.

Who else knew what my
cooking room was capable of?

Mr. Wright and Miss Ryand for certain.

But Mr. Wright showed a
number of people your home

at the various stages of construction.

Mr. Dodds, another architect,

showed keen interest.

- So you knew the victim.
- Professionally.

You were friends?

Are two men in competition
ever truly friends?

Mr. Spoud, Mr. Wright and myself

were all competing for a
number of lucrative contracts.

And all three of you were
at a party in my home.

It's good to keep tabs on each other.

Did you speak with Mr.
Spoud while you were there?

I didn't even see him until,

well, until there was
little left of him to see.

And now it seems there are
only two of you in competition.

You could say that, but this is Toronto.

I doubt there would be any brave
enough to embrace Mr. Wright's vision.

Present company excepted, of course.

So now all of Mr. Spoud's
work could find its way to you.

It's funny how life works
out sometimes, isn't it?

You know, I am endeavouring
to become a better man.

- Ruth has been helping me with that.
- It sounds like quite the job.

Yes. So I am trying my best

to not disinvite the
Detective from my wedding.

I know it's petty but really,
I've worked shoulder to shoulder

with the man for more than 10 years.

Would it be that hard for him to
invite me to his housewarming party?

Higgins, it wasn't much of an affair.

Well, you were there.
As was the Inspector.

- And I'm a Newsome. You'd think...
- You're a Newsome?

Well, by marriage I shall be.

You'd think my attendance would be

- a feather in the Detective's cap...
- Henny Penny!

Ruthie!

That's enough, that's enough,
that's enough, thank you.

Oh!

I trust you're keeping our
city's streets safe, Henry.

- Constable Crabtree.
- Miss Newsome.

- You will be coming to the rehearsal?
- Yes.

And your lady companion?

- I won't be bringing one.
- What?

What? No. No, no, the seating
plan's already been arranged.

There's really nobody I want to bring.

Well, that will not do. Will it, Henry?

- No, Ruthie.
- You leave it to me, George Crabtree.

I'll make sure you've a suitable
companion for our nuptials.

- But...
- I won't hear another word of it.

You're a lucky man, George.

Ruth has some exceptional
friends of very high breeding.

I'm sure she will find you a companion

that exceeds your expectations.

Mr. Wright was vying to
design the new city library,

but he didn't stand a chance.

Why not? He's an architect of some note.

Most on the Board of Control
considered his designs to be brutish.

Will the city consider
Mr. Wright's designs

now that Mr. Spoud is dead?

Toronto? I very much doubt it.

If he is to achieve any success here,

it'll be through private commissions.

All he needs do is hook one big fish

and others will follow.

I told him as much.

I've commissioned him.

With respect, Detective,

you're not much of a fish.

Mr. Wright needed someone
with the proper address.

We talked with Mr. Wright
on numerous occasions

before we employed Mr. Spoud.

My husband was keen
on his work, I was not.

- So, you chose Mr. Spoud?
- Yes,

but now I suppose my
husband will get his wish.

Has Mr. Wright contacted you
about designing your new home?

On the very evening
of Mr. Spoud's death.

Did you know the identity
of the man who died?

- No.
- Not until you told us.

He was the man who beat you
for the Ferguson commission.

I wasn't beat.

Mr. Ferguson made a poor choice.

If Jersey Ferguson chose
someone else for the commission,

then why invite him to the party?

I wanted him to see your house.

I felt...

once he saw what I'd done for you,

he would have a change of heart.

- Then why invite Mr. Spoud?
- We didn't.

He was there.

Mr. Spoud was an unwelcome guest

numerous times while your
home was under construction.

I had nothing to do with the
fact he was at the unveiling.

So, you didn't see him?

If I had, he would have
been out on his ear.

Spoud is a dinosaur.
Mr. Wright is the future.

I am sure he was at the
party because he was concerned

once the Fergusons saw
your home, he'd be fired.

But we had nothing
to do with his demise.

It seems to me

your device was the
thing that killed him.

Which someone turned on
with him inside of it.

It wasn't us.

Mrs. Ferguson stated that you
gave her your business card

- right after the man died.
- I did.

- Why?
- To see if her heart had changed.

Mr. Murdoch, we may be
having another showing

of the Murdoch House soon.

May I remind you there are
to be no garish additions.

I'm almost done.

Do you think you'll still
want to use this after...

William. Of course.

You're not squeamish, are you?

You designed this brilliant device.

I shall put it to good use.

All right then.

You don't like it, do you?

Oh... I love it!

And I bargained!

I got us that statue for half price.

Not Apu Inti, I mean the house!

Oh... yes.

Oh, no.

Mr. Wright.

Doctor Ogden, may I come in?

Oh, my.

Well, that certainly is something.

We purchased it on our travels.

What can we do for you, Miss Cherry?

I was curious as to whether there was

any more news on your mysterious death?

There is not.

And I would prefer if
you directed your inquires

to Station House No.
4, not my personal home.

I thought I'd learn more
at the scene of the crime.

- It is not a mansion.
- It isn't.

- Excuse me?
- Our home,

it's hardly a mansion.
Why did you call it that?

I enjoyed the alliteration.

Detective Murdoch,
if you keep me abreast

of any further developments,
I'd be happy to share with you

a piece of information
I recently learned.

If it's germane to the investigation,

you'll tell me regardless.

Well, I suppose you'll read about
it in the paper tomorrow, so why not.

It appears that Mrs.
Ferguson and Mr. Spoud

were carrying on a torrid affair.

Is this is what amounts to
news in this day and age?

It certainly is, if it
points to the likely murderer.

Wouldn't you say the
cuckolded Jersey Ferguson

is now a primary suspect?

I don't have all day.

So you don't deny it?

There wouldn't be much point.

Mr. Spoud and I carried
on a brief affair.

And your husband knew about it?

He did walk in on us at a time

when it would have been difficult
to disguise what we were doing.

Is that all?

- For now.
- Thank you.

Despite her studies, Doctor
Ogden is still the coroner.

And she's hardly in the office.

If that were the case, you
wouldn't be complaining.

I have been dealing with
the day to day business

of the Coroner's office for
months while the Murdochs

- were in South America.
- That's correct.

Do you have any complaints
about the quality of my work?

I have letters of recommendation
from Inspector McWorthy

and others, and I have qualifications.

All that may be true,

but Doctor Ogden is still
the Coroner of Record.

And when she finally leaves?

You may get my
recommendation, Miss Hart,

but it will make no difference.

And why is that?

Have you ever wondered why
Murdoch is still only a detective?

What does that have to do with anything?

He's a Catholic,

that means he will
never be more than he is.

The same is in store for you.

No matter how competent you are,
you will never get the position.

You are a woman...

and you're black.

You should consider yourself lucky
you are where you are, young lady.

And what do you look for in a woman?

I don't know, Miss Newsome.

Punctuality. I admire punctuality.

And ambition.

Ambitious, but also nurturing.

A woman who possesses

- a keen mind and a ready smile.
- Sorry, taken.

I suppose what I'm really
looking for is a woman

who can indulge her own
interests and have a family.

Well, that's impossible. You
have to choose one or the other.

- I don't think I can.
- All right.

Let's discuss what is truly important.

What should she look like?
Should she be tall? Or thin?

Full in the chest? Hmm?

I cannot stop Ellen from
doing what she wants.

But you could have put
a stop to the affair?

By killing Mr. Spoud?
Why would I do that?

It took me six months to find a
suitable architect for my home.

The man was sleeping with your wife.

If that was motive for murder,

I dare say I could kill half
the men in my neighbourhood.

So, you didn't confront
Mr. Spoud at the party?

I didn't even see him at the party.

Now, I have a question for you.

How do you like your new place?

Oh, sir.

What do you think?

- The tobacco leaf one.
- Mm!

Excellent choice, sir. Thank you.

Henry, do you have that
information I requested

on Mr. Wright and the others?

Information?

I specifically asked

- for a full background on all...
- Oh, sorry sir. I've been terribly busy.

- The wedding is less than three weeks away.
- Frank Lloyd Wright.

Fascinating fellow.

- You know of him?
- Good Lord man, who doesn't know Frank Lloyd Wright?

In a bit of a financial jam

since he split with Louis Sullivan, but

I'll see what I can find out.

- Well, good, that's settled.
- Henry!

Henry! Sorry. Um...

Henry! Henry, I am not at all happy

with the vehicle that has been
chosen as our wedding carriage.

I'd like you to take
care of it immediately.

- On my way, turtle dove.
- Thank you.

I need to speak with George Crabtree.

Would you be a dear
and go fetch him for me?

Thank you.

What you are to do is
look at these photographs

and decide on whom
your companion will be.

- Who's she?
- Doesn't matter. Do you like her?

- I don't know her.
- That's a no. What about her?

- Oh, this is ridiculous.
- It is not, Constable Crabtree.

Physical attraction is the tinder

that ignites every relationship. So, no.

Hmm...

- What about her?
- Oh, no. Not her.

- Why not?
- Trust me. I said no.

Now, what about this
one? Miss Eliza Sinclair.

Look, I've had enough of this.

I'm simply trying to help.

Well, I'll tell you what. You
bring me somebody who actually has

some of the qualities that I
admire, and I will gladly meet her,

if for no other reason than
to bring this all to an end.

I accept your challenge.

I will find you a woman who
possesses all the qualities you need.

- And Miss Newsome...
- Hmm?

If she happens to be a little
bit good looking, then...

Heh.

Whatever it is you want to talk
to me about, I'm not interested.

- You haven't even heard the question.
- I am a member of the Fourth Estate.

As such, I am the one
who asks the questions.

So, you don't know what
Mr. Wright has been up to

- while he's been in Toronto?
- I didn't say that.

Has anyone else hired him?

- I know Julia Ogden did.
- Yes, but anyone else-else?

You're the detective, I'm the reporter.

Why don't you find out,
and I'll write about it?

But... I do know he is having a
luncheon with the Fergusons today.

- How do you know that?
- Turn around.

You're one heck of a detective.

To the first brick.

Why are we here?

A man has died under
suspicious circumstances,

and you are benefiting from it.

So, you think one of us killed him?

Well, motive often reveals
itself after the fact.

A man showed up at a party, uninvited,

wandered into a... a...

poorly conceived device

and accidentally killed himself.

Or he was lured there

and put inside against his will.

Do you intend to charge me?

Not at this time.

Then... I have a home to create.

Mr. Wright is going to be the
leading architect of the 20th century.

He will achieve greatness whether
Mr. Spoud is alive or dead.

What do you think?

I think that behind every
successful man, there is a woman.

A murderous one?

It's been known to happen.

Is it too austere for you?

Excuse me?

The house.

The house is fine.

"Fine"?

I was hoping for more than fine.

It'll just take some getting used to.

So, you don't like it.

I knew it.

What?

I'm sorry, Julia. I'm just preoccupied.

With what?

Well, you know what's curious?

No one mentioned seeing Mr. Spoud.

All of those guests at the
party, and no one saw him.

Which is odd, considering
where he ended up.

And time of death is
impossible to ascertain,

which means he could
have been placed inside

hours before his death. Or days, even.

In fact, he could have been dead

when he was placed in there.

Well, the total destruction
of the body is the perfect way

to hide both cause
and the time of death.

Well, one thing is certain:

it wasn't self-inflicted.

It's impossible to turn
the machine on from inside.

So, it was turned on while
the party was underway.

Meaning the killer
was one of our guests.

Oh, Constable, Constable!
I have wonderful news.

What, you're planning on
cancelling the whole endeavour?

The wedding? No! No, no, no, no, no, no.

I have found you a perfect partner.

I just have to arrange for you
two to meet before the blessed day.

- Miss Newsome.
- Oh! Inspector, what a delight.

Where's Higgins?

He had some personal
business to attend to.

- Oh, did he?
- Terribly important, he said.

Of course.

Do you suppose that, if
it's not too much trouble,

he may deign to grace us
with an appearance tomorrow?

Yes, I would imagine
it is quite difficult

to keep the Station running
in fine form without my Henry.

Well, I will let you know when
I have arranged the meeting.

- Oh, Miss Newsome?
- Hmm?

You don't have a picture of her, do you?

Singing a different
tune are we, Constable?

I assure you, she is a handsome woman.

"Handsome" is never
a good sign, Crabtree.

Ah, Watts!

I suppose there is a
certain ingenuity to this:

a harmony of natural
and man-made materials.

I believe he calls his style organic.

It certainly appears function
and form are coalescing.

Hmm.

Were you able to find
anything out about Miss Ryand?

If I were to jump to
conclusions, I would say

I have found a very viable suspect.

This is interesting.

- To the point...
- Oh. Of course.

Miss Ryand has been in the employ
of Mr. Wright for about a year.

She arrived from England some time ago.

There are rumours she and Mr.
Wright are having an affair.

No great surprise there, though.

Apparently, this is
the norm for Mr. Wright.

- I see.
- But before she met Mr. Wright,

she was employed at another
architectural firm in this city.

- Mr. Spoud's?
- Exactly.

Apparently, she is a
very skilled draftsman.

- Why did she leave Spoud's?
- He fired her.

That doesn't make her a killer.

Not in itself, no.

But I talked to some of
the people at Spoud's firm.

They intimated that she had launched
numerous complaints against him.

He was... insistent in
his attempts to woo her.

And when she declined, he fired her.

Ended her career until Mr.
Wright came to the rescue.

Well, it is the closest
thing we have to motive.

You...

you like this place?

Oh, I very much do. The
light is, uh, pleasing.

You don't?

It suits Julia's needs.

I just don't know if I'm
comfortable with the idea, sir.

In fact, I reckon I am
uncomfortable with the idea.

You don't trust Miss Newsome's judgment?

Well sir, we all know who she's decided

to spend the rest of her life with.

- Mr. Towne.
- I've given your device

a proper going over. All
appears in working order.

Excellent. You stated that a number

of rival architects visited
my home during construction.

Do you recall if Mr.
Spoud was among them?

I believe he was.

Oh. When?

Right before your party. I remember

because he came with a camera.

We were talking about beginning
work at the Ferguson place.

And you saw him leave?

I did not.

Ms. Ryand had dismissed me.

- Mr. Wright's assistant?
- The one and the same.

They were arguing something fierce.

- George?
- Sir, right away. Mr. Towne.

- So, you deny none of it?
- No.

You saw Mr. Spoud the day that he died?

I saw Mr. Spoud taking
photographs of Mr. Wright's work

and I put a stop to it. Nothing more.

Why did you not reveal that you had
worked with Mr. Spoud in the past?

It's a part of my life
I choose to forget.

Unfortunately, I can't.

Your connection does provide motive.

I worked with Mr. Spoud
for a number of years.

I was a very good employee.

Regardless,

he made it clear that if
I was going to progress,

I would have to grant him favours

of an intimate nature.

That was something I
was not prepared to do.

If I had wished to kill him,
I would have done it back then.

A witness stated that they saw you

with Mr. Spoud on the day of his death.

I imagine a lot of
people were seen with him.

I've got work to do.

Work you and Mr. Wright
desperately needed.

And work that you
would not have obtained

were it not for the death of Mr. Spoud.

Now, can you account
for your whereabouts

in the hours preceding the party?

I went back to my hotel and
permitted myself a drink.

- Alone?
- Yes.

- Where was Mr. Wright?
- I don't know where he was.

I was at the Scarborough Bluffs.

For what purpose?

Taking it in.

My inspiration is taken
from the world around me.

A number of people
would have seen me there.

Oh.

Are you able to provide
me with any names?

There was a constable.

He warned me not to get
too close to the edge.

Morning.

Ah, Constable Higgins!

- Nice to see you.
- Oh. Thank you, sir.

Will you be staying long?

I don't know yet, sir.

- Why, did Ruth call? Does she need me?
- No.

Now, get your good boots on.

Two days foot patrol in the Ward.

With extra hours to make up
for the time that you missed.

Sir, I can't do that.

I have things I need to take care of.

You will do that, and you
will do whatever I tell you to.

Sir, I'm getting married. I can't risk

getting injured before the wedding.

- You're risking getting injured right now.
- Higgins.

Miss Newsome is on the telephone.

Don't you bloody dare.

- Roo-poo.
- Oh, boy.

Goodbye, Roo-Poo!

- Why did you do that?
- Because you're on the job

and when you are you listen to me!

And if you don't you'll be
working on your bloody wedding day!

Well, we won't have to
worry about that anymore.

From this day forward,

Henry Hieronymus Higgins
listens to no man!

- I resign.
- You're fired.

- I said it first.
- Get out!

You know, you were lucky to have me.

I gave the best 10 years
of my life to this place,

and what'd I get in return? Nothing!

You received payment when
you didn't even deserve it!

Oh, I deserved it, being
bossed around for no reason.

Day in, day out, listening
to you prattle on and on. No.

Oh! And as for your wife,

I wouldn't trust her
to plan afternoon tea!

- WHY YOU LITTLE...
- Perhaps a drink is in order.

Let's get a move on.

Go.

I shall, George,

but I want you to know
you're still the best friend

I have in this world.

Henry Higgins has been
there a long time, hasn't he?

Well, yes. I suppose he has.

Are we still going to his wedding?

- We haven't been uninvited.
- Oh.

I have received a request
from Mr. Spoud's wife.

She'd like what's
left of his belongings.

Oh, yes. She can have them.

So, you think Miss Ryand is responsible?

I don't know.

Many women have to suffer
under unfortunate circumstances.

It doesn't make them killers.

Although, I do understand the impulse.

She will be questioned again,
but I'm hesitant to arrest her.

You don't like this house, do you?

I didn't say that.

William?

It's just that so much of what's
here doesn't feel like ours.

I feel as though I'm on display

in someone else's home.

Well...

when you throw Mr. Wright in
jail we can do whatever we want.

We can move if you want, William.

I just thought this
place would suit you.

- It's clean and modern and sophisticated...
- What?

Oh!

I discovered this as well.

Oh!

It creates the feeling of
an entirely different room.

Mm-hmm.

I was thinking, we have yet
to properly christen the place.

What if it pops back in again?

I think that's the idea, William.

- Doctor.
- Miss Hart.

Could you gather Mr. Spoud's effects?

His wife has requested them.

She could have asked me.

All official requests
still come through me.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

How curious...

Not something Mr. Spoud
likely had in his possession.

I thought the same. When I
was gathering his belongings...

I missed them.

Oh, you wouldn't have
known what they were.

Besides, cataloging
evidence isn't your job.

Yes, but Doctor Ogden found them.

Yes, well, Doctor Ogden
has years of experience.

- Miss Hart, it was a totally understandable oversight...
- I made a mistake.

It won't happen again.

Ah, Mr. Towne!

Please, come in.

Something else for me, sir?

Yes.

Do you... recognize these?

Electrical straps.

Used to insulate wire.

Indeed.

Do you have any idea why they would
have been found inside of my device?

I left them there by mistake.

And why I found human
skin in the fibres?

Mr. Spoud's body exploded.

- He could have contaminated...
- Well, that's one explanation.

But I believe there is another.

You bound Mr. Spoud with these

and placed him inside.

I wasn't even at your
home when it happened.

But you were,

however briefly.

Mr. Wright asked you to leave.

And you yourself admitted that you

and Mr. Spoud were at my
house before the party.

This isn't funny, Spoud.

You owe me money!

I looked into it.

You two had a history.

He didn't pay you for
your last job with him.

You confronted him.

You bound him and placed him the room.

Closed the door.

And you were at the party long
enough to turn on the device.

Before Mr. Wright escorted you out.

Leaving me with a room full of suspects.

But only one killer.

Do you deny any of this?

Where's your proof?

Well, these are certainly a good start.

And now that I know what I'm looking at,

I believe I'll find what I need.

I didn't...

just work for Spoud.

I designed his buildings
with him, but he took credit

for everything.

He was the architect,

and I was nothing more than a labourer.

He made that clear.

- You were jealous.
- I was cheated!

And I tolerated it

because he paid me well.

And then he didn't.

The day I took that job

for Mr. Wright,

Spoud turned on me.

He reneged all monies that he owed me,

and he vowed I would never work again.

He took my livelihood.

I took his life.

She should be here.

Punctuality is one of her virtues,

and one of the qualities
you said you admired.

Are you nervous? I have to
admit, I'm a little nervous too.

- I know I shouldn't be but just, ooh!
- I'm fine.

And you say she would like to
have children at some point?

A passel. George,

I am delivering to you
the woman of your dreams.

She is both confident in
her career and yet possesses

a keen nurturing spirit.

I have to admit, I am
getting a little excited.

- Louise.
- George.

Oh, you two know each other then.

- Ugh!
- Um...

And you are going to be a surgeon?

Yes, I'm almost there.

Much to the dismay of certain
male students in my class.

Things would be easier
if men weren't in the way.

Julia, it would appear we are
to be the only people in Toronto

with a home designed by Mr. Wright.

- Oh?
- I decided the Fergusons

weren't deserving of my abilities.

I'm going back home to Chicago.

Oak Park has commissioned
me to build a new church.

The first building to be
constructed entirely out of concrete.

Oh... Well, I expect that
will raise a few eyebrows.

I hope it does. It's time
we cast aside the trappings

of the last century, wouldn't you say?

And the Fergusons?

Someone will create another uninspiring
piece of Toronto architecture.

- Ah.
- I'm sure they will.

And how have you settled in?

Oh... William rather
likes the hidden sofa.

Good! I think you will find
as you explore the place

there will be a few more surprises.

And Dr. Ogden...

I do like the statue.

Oh! Everyone loves Apu.

George, take a look at this.

That is quite something, sir!

He does it every hour on the hour.

I'm sure he'll eventually break it.

I'm sure that's not what will break it.

And George... recessed lighting.

No need to clutter the
space with unnecessary lamps.

So you are taking to
the house then, sir?

Oh... yes, I'm quite taken.

Sir?

It's OK, George. I'll get it.

Sir, it's not been in there 10 minutes!

It can't possibly be ready.

Our first ever dinner guest!

Well, look at that!

Cooked right through, and piping hot!

- Very, very hot.
- Oh, George...

Mm!

- Well, cheers!
- Cheers!

Cheers!

Miss Hart. Can I help you?

Could you tell me if there
are any specific files

or manuals relating to
investigative techniques?

Planning a change in career?

I am planning on mastering
whatever needs be mastered

- to get to where I want to go.
- An admirable pursuit.

My colour makes it a necessary one.

Now, are you going to help me or not?

Pull up a chair.

All right.

This.

And this.

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