All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S10E03 (EN)

I've got 7.2.

I've got 6.6.

Well, I'm closer, Henry.
Come towards me.

I have 7.2.

I've got 7.8.
We're getting closer, Henry.

I just got 8.

Well, Higgins,

I do believe we have
located our quarry.

It's more accurate to say
that I've located you.

Well, sir, given that
we started four blocks apart--

Then I'd say this has been
a success, gentlemen.

Well done!

Sir, if you don't mind
my asking...

Careful.

How does the trackizer work?

Well, it isn't called
a trackizer, Henry,

because here's no such word
as "trackize." Right?

Hmm...

As the wearer walks,

a magnet slides back and forth

inside of a wire coil

inducing an electrical current.

That current is then
converted to voltage.

You know what voltage is,
right, Henry?

Yes. It's about... volts.

Right. Now,
as the voltage increases

on either side of this gap,

the pressure builds and builds

and builds until...

- ...a tiny spark!
- Sir,

I was wondering, what happens
when our quarry stops moving?

Well then, the transmission
ends until movement resumes.

Right. So, what happens

if they've arrived,
but we're still a block away?

Hmm.

That-that could be a problem.

Well, that would necessitate

a third receiver unit

in order to triangulate the...

Oh, Henry!

Detective Murdoch.

Has Dr. Ogden been notified?

The caller didn't actually
find the body, sir.

Why are we calling this
a murder?

There's evidence
at the crime scene apparently.

- "Crime scene"?
- That's what she called it.

She? She? Who is this she?

Sir, she wouldn't say.
But she knows you.

- Freddie Pink.
- Hello, William.

I understand

you believe this to be
the scene of a crime.

I do.

I was hired to deliver
a letter to the occupant

of this apartment.
A man named James Smith.

- Do you know this Mr. Smith?
- I've never met him.

I don't even know
what he looks like.

Then how is it you come to be
inside of his apartment?

I suspected
that he was at home,

but not answering
his door.

You broke in?

If I hadn't,
I wouldn't have found this.

It's blood.

And from that,
you inferred murder?

No.

From this.

And it's not just there.
It's under the table

and over there
by the chair.

George, may I have
my ultraviolet light, please?

Thank you.

Looks like
a murder to me.

Alright, George,
speak with the neighbours.

See if anyone saw or heard
anything suspicious.

Sir.

Body appears to have
been dragged...

...over to the window.

And dumped out?

He did so
rather unceremoniously.

Or she.

They moved in about
a month ago. Maybe six weeks.

- Who's "they"?
- James and JJ.

Who's JJ?

James Junior.

- How old is he?
- Around 5.

I look after him
when his dad goes out.

And where is JJ now?

I don't know.
What's going on?

We're not
exactly sure yet.

Ma'am, did you see
anything unusual last night?

He had a visitor.
Quite late, as I recall.

Is that right?
Can you describe him?

It was a her.

I received a request
to locate

James Robert Smith
and deliver a letter.

- Who made this request?
- A man named Kenneth Spokes.

How well
did you know Mr. Spokes?

I've never met him. But this
is what I was to deliver.

It's blank!

A ruse, it would seem.

You think
Mr. Spokes wanted me

to locate James Smith
so that he could kill him.

Did you inform him
where Mr. Smith lived?

No. But he could
have followed me.

Detective.

George,
what have you?

Sir, I spoke
to several of the neighbours.

None of them remember
hearing anything unusual.

Mr. Smith went
to O'Donnell's pub at 8 o'clock.

Returned about 8:30,
which I thought was strange.

Hardly enough time
to throw back a pint.

Agreed.

Uh, beyond that,
then he collected his son--

- His son?
- Afraid so. James Junior. Aged 5.

We're looking,
but no sign of him yet.

Did anyone see them
after that?

Apparently, sir, he had
a visitor at about 10 o'clock.

- A woman apparently.
- That would have been me.

I knocked but he wasn't
home, so I left.

My witness... my witness says that
the woman entered the apartment.

I entered briefly,
just long enough to ascertain

- that he wasn't home.
- You broke in.

Is this going
to be a problem?

George, were there any
fingermarks on the doorknob?

Yes, sir.

- Higgins is analyzing them now.
- Anything else?

I did find this.
Uh, his birth certificate.

All right. See what
you can find out about him.

Sir.

Did you know he had a son?

No.

I wonder what's become of him.

- Sir.
- Henry, what have you?

We've identified a set of
fingermarks from the doorknob.

- And to whom do they belong?
- Just Miss Pink, sir.

- What about Smith's?
- We only found one set.

The killer must have wiped down
the fingermarks on his way out.

Then when I returned
this morning...

- Anything else, Henry?
- Turns out we were keeping

a file on a James Smith,
sir. Only one item.

It's an incident report
from a couple of months ago.

- Who took that report?
- Well...

Mr. Smith's mother came in
looking for him, sir.

She was wondering
if we'd put him in jail.

- In jail?!
- It was the only explanation

she would accept as to why
he didn't send her

flowers on her birthday.

And you started
a file for him?

Well, sir, I figured
if his mother considered him

the jailbird type,
he might well be.

All right.
Bring her in.

Sir, that woman's not
the victim's mother.

How do you know that?

Because

the James Robert Smith for whom
this birth certificate

was issued died 30 years ago
at the age of 8 months.

Whoever was living
in that apartment wasn't him.

He must have assumed
a false identity for a reason.

Perhaps that reason
caught up with him.

Now you say he was
at the tavern last night?

Yes, sir. O'Donnell's
on Queen Street.

Find out why he only stayed
for half an hour.

Sir.

Round back
and down the stairs.

James Smith?
Yeah, he drinks here.

Are you sure we're talking
about the same James Smith?

- It's not an uncommon name.
- Lives up on Sackville Street?

- That's right.
- It's the guy.

- Did he drink here last night?
- Is he in some kind of trouble?

- Just answer the question, sir.
- A woman came in here.

Made eyeballs at him.
He didn't welcome the attention.

- A dollymop?
- No, no. Nothing like that.

She was some kind
of private investigator.

So is this
what you do all day?

Sit in your office
and let your constables

- do your work for you?
- One of the benefits

- of my position.
- Sir.

- There you go.
- What have you, George?

Uh, it's something
I have to show you, sir.

Sir, The man
who refers to himself

as James Smith
was at O'Donnell's last night.

- Yes and...?
- Actually, sir,

can we establish a convention
right here whereby we refer

to the "man who referred
to himself as James Smith"

- simply as James Smith?
- Yes, of course, George.

Right. And then
if we ever have cause to refer

to the original James Smith,
we'll call him...

"The original
James Smith."

- Excellent, sir.
- Right.

George, what is it
you needed to show me?

Sir, I wanted to speak
to you privately.

James Smith

was at O'Donnell's
last night.

- Sir, Miss Pink was there at the same time.
- She was?

- Did they speak to one another?
- No, sir,

but apparently she made eyeballs
at him. I remember her

saying unequivocally
that she'd never met the man.

Yes, she did say that.

Anyway, I wasn't sure
she should know that we know.

No, you did
the right thing.

George, go to her office

and see if you can find anything
that pertains to James Smith.

- Sir.
- I wasn't lying

- if that's what you're thinking.
- You said you'd never seen him.

I didn't know
that man was James Smith.

The bartender said
you were staring at him.

I wasn't...

I don't stare.

Staring is obvious;
I'm a professional.

You were looking at him.

I thought he might
be a client.

I received a call
from a telephone exchange.

A man asked to meet with me
at O'Donnell's at 8 o'clock.

Are you in the habit
of meeting strangers in taverns?

Meeting with clients
in taverns

comprises a good part
of my business.

Who was this client?

I don't know.
He never showed up.

Believe me, if I had known
that man was James Smith,

I would have delivered
the letter right then and there

and saved myself
a lot of bother.

Sir we found these
in Miss Pink's office.

She had them filed
under James Smith.

I've shown them to several
of Mr. Smith's neighbours;

they all positively
identified him.

Sir, she not only knew
who he was...

She was following him.

Sir, she could be
our killer.

So it's to be
a formal interview.

Am I a suspect?

Did you take
these photographs?

No. I did not.

Do you know
who that is?

Should I?

Please, answer
the question, Miss Pink.

"Miss Pink," is it?

Very well, Detective.

- It's James Smith!
- So you do know what he looks like.

He's the man I saw

at O'Donnell's.
The man you said was Smith.

We've been over this.

You've never seen
these photographs before?

No. Why?

Because

- they were found in your files.
- You went into my office?

- You went through my files!?
- I needed to know the truth.

And I've answered you
truthfully.

I've done nothing wrong!

You, on the other hand,
have breached

the confidentiality
I swore to my clients.

So you don't know
how they ended up in your files.

What's your explanation then?

Well, clearly everything
I've told you is a lie.

I've been secretly following
James Smith,

or whoever he is, and after
going to considerable effort

to leave a trail of evidence
pointing to me,

I killed him
and kidnapped his son.

Or who knows,
maybe I killed the son, too.

I have no motive
for any of this,

but then maybe I do
this sort of thing for sport.

Or maybe,

possibly, there is
the tiniest chance

that the killer
took these photos

- and left them in my office.
- And the killer being?

The man who hired me
to find Smith.

Kenneth Spokes?

We know he arranged for me
to be at the scene of the crime.

So it's your assertion then

that Spokes waited for you

to find Mr. Smith,

then took photographs
of him and his son,

then planted those photographs

in your files to make it appear

as though you had been
following James Smith?

Is that so hard to believe?

And you were in that apartment
the first time...?

Two days ago.
Thursday afternoon.

The earliest
that these photographs

could have been taken
was Thursday afternoon?

If you need to walk
through every step, then yes.

There are tulips
in this photo.

Tulip season

has been over
for weeks.

A witness saw you go into
the apartment yet no one saw you

- come out.
- So you're suggesting what?

I waited inside?

Killed him when he returned?
Disposed of the body?

Where did you spend the night?

I don't have
an alibi, Detective.

If I had realized
that I would need one,

I would have arranged it.

Excuse me.

Freddie Pink?!

She was at the scene
and has no alibi.

William, we're talking
about Freddie!

She is at the center of this
and has not been forthcoming.

She's a private investigator;
they're rarely forthcoming.

Sir, the Bank of Montreal
in King Street

has an account
for a James Robert Smith.

I was gonna go by
and get the details.

- Very good. Thank you, George.
- Sir.

So before we continue,

am I correct in assuming
I am the primary suspect

in the murder of James Smith?

- Yes.
- Bearing in mind

that we don't know it's a murder seeing
as there's no body. But let's not

- quibble over trifles.
- Convince me otherwise.

Alright.

Assuming I killed
this man,

why would I call you?

There were witnesses.

You may have left
evidence inside.

Far safer for you
to insert yourself directly

into the investigation,

- possibly control it.
- If it were my intention

to deflect suspicion,

why would I point out that
the killer was likely a woman?

You would have anticipated
that I would come

to the same conclusion.
In fact, that's precisely

the logic a smart woman
such as yourself

- would employ.
- If I'm so smart,

do you not think me capable
of anticipating your response?

Why would I embark

on such a doomed strategy unless
I were, in fact, innocent?

Or are you suggesting

that I anticipated
your response

to my response to your response?

- In which case--
- I understand.

- We're in a recursive loop.
- Infinite regress, actually.

Why not just stab him
in a dark alley

and throw the knife
in the lake?

And why would I take his son?
I don't even like children.

Come on, Detective.

There must be some way I can convince
you that I'm telling the truth.

So this is the famous truthizer?

Constable Crabtree
calls it a truthizer.

I prefer
autonomic response indicator.

- How does it work?
- When a person lies,

the body responds
as if to stress --

an increase in heart rate,
sweating, etcetera --

responses that are controlled
only by the subconscious mind.

How accurate is it?

It can't prove your guilt
if that's what you're asking.

Can it prove innocence?

Possibly.

Alrighty then.

"Truthize" me.

Who is James
Robert Smith?

I don't know.

Did you take
these photographs?

I did not.

Had you ever seen this man
prior to yesterday?

No.

Maybe your machine's
not working.

It's possible it isn't
calibrated correctly.

Umm, tell me
a deliberate lie.

I killed James Smith
and kidnapped his son.

Hmm!

Looks like that's a lie.

So you will
release her?

She answered
the questions truthfully.

- George, what have you?
- Sir, the bank account

for James Robert Smith was
opened on May 18 in Montreal.

- Montreal...
- $1500 was deposited,

- then transferred to Toronto.
- By whom?

Joe Murphy. I was wondering if
that might be Mr. Smith's real name.

You think Joe Murphy
changed his name

to James Smith
and moved to Toronto?

It's a thought.

That's a good one, George.
See what you can find out

- about this Joe Murphy.
- Sir. Doctor.

Freddie Pink
is from Montreal.

A lot of people
are from Montreal.

Yes, but she only
moved here last summer,

and she alluded to some kind
of trouble there.

Julia, do you think
it's possible

for a skilled liar
to fool my machine?

Gurus from India are able
to control their heart rates,

so I suppose it's possible.

So surprise would be key.

Am I not to be released?

Very shortly.

Just a few more questions.

Ask away.

Who is Joe Murphy?

I haven't even answered.

What happened last May 18th
in Montreal?

I don't remember.

Why did you leave Montreal?

I was running
from a jealous lover.

That's a lie.
Tell the truth.

- Who is Joe Murphy?
- I don't know!

- Miss Pink?
- I don't want to play anymore.

I've answered
enough questions.

- No, I don't believe you have.
- I have a right to silence.

Please instruct
a constable

to escort me
to my cell.

Very well.

Detective. I just spoke
to police in Montreal.

Joe Murphy is well known to them, sir.
In fact, the entire Murphy clan.

Their mother is
the notorious Ma Murphy.

I have never heard of her.

Thank God, Sir. Neither did I,
I didn't let them know that.

Why did Joe Murphy
leave Montreal?

Well sir, he's suspected
of killing his wife, Molly.

Apparently, Molly found out
about Joe's criminal activity

and threatened
to notify the police

- unless he granted her a divorce.
- How did the police know this?

Well, Molly's best friend,
sir, notified the police.

But of course by that time, Joe was in
Toronto living under an assumed name.

And the name
of her best friend?

Freddie Pink, sir.

According to police,
she harassed the Murphys.

So much so that at one point,

she tells the police they
threatened to have her killed.

I suspect that's why
she left Montreal.

In any case, the Montreal police
are sending the files over.

They're happy
to see this wrapped up.

I'm sorry, sir.
I know how this looks.

So, she came to Toronto,

sought out Joe Murphy,
learned of his new identity

and exacted her revenge.

But what of the young boy.
What did she do with him?

Sir, I think the question
is what does she intend

to do with him. Um,

Jackson found... this.

It's a letter
from the French government.

Confirmation of the receipt
of a visa application.

For a Doris Walmer.

Traveling with
her son James, age 5.

So you've been in my room too.

Is there any part
of my private domain

you haven't trespassed upon?

Who is Doris Walmer?

There is no Doris Walmer.

So that visa
is for you?

Me? Oh, I see.

You think I'm planning
to flee the country

with a little boy I've got
stashed in a suitcase somewhere.

- It's for a client.
- What client?

Do you really think
I'd tell you?

Do you often obtain
false visas for your clients?

Just the ones who are terrified
that their husbands will kill them.

Like Joe Murphy killed
your friend, Molly.

Come to bed, William.

Yes.

Just a moment.

Do you think
she did it?

She lied,

repeatedly
about everything.

How could she not think that
I would get to the bottom of it?

Either she underestimated you

or you're not
at the bottom of it yet.

Now come to bed.

Lab report!

My God, that's
a tremendous amount of blood.

By the looks of it, Henry,
I would say he slit her throat.

- They ever find her body?
- No, he likely dumped it

- in the river.
- If that's the crime scene

that Freddie Pink found,
I don't blame her

- for doing him in.
- Let's just say the world

is no worse for the loss
of a brute like Joe Murphy.

Though he does look different
without his beard

and his hat.
I've always thought, Higgins,

that a man should have to wear
his hat in his mugshot.

To me, that's the first thing
I notice about somebody.

It's their hat.
It's like a signature.

- Gentlemen.
- Sir.

Is this the crate
from Montreal?

Yes, sir. Just sorting
through them now.

- Here's a Mary Murphy.
- Mary Mu--

That's Ma. Higgins,

that's Ma Murphy.
She's notorious!

For what?

For crime in general.
And meanness.

She's very mean.
She's... Good Lord.

- She's Mrs. Smith.
- Who?

Sir, the woman
who assumed

her son was in jail
because he forgot her birthday.

Her son must be
Joe Murphy then.

We have
an address for her.

- Bring her in.
- Sir.

Come in. Come in.

Please, have a seat, Mrs. Smith.

Or would you prefer
I address you as Ma Murphy?

Is this about my son Joe?

Why, yes, it is.

Is he dead?

Why would you say that?

Because I have
a right to know.

Is he dead
or isn't he?

We haven't found
a body as yet.

- But I suspect--
- I know who killed him.

- Who might that be?
- I don't know her name,

but she had it in for my Joe.
She thought he killed his wife.

He did kill his wife.

That's a lie.

His wife ran off.

Your son fled to Toronto
under an assumed name.

You came here looking for him
under that name,

because you know what he did.

And what of it? He's dead now,
so what does it matter?

This woman you claim
killed your son,

would you recognize her?

That's her.

Thank you, Mrs. Murphy.
That will be--

I know you killed my son.

I know why.

Tell us where the child is
and you will be forgiven.

Do you understand
what I'm telling you?

Get her out of here. Get out!

All right, Mrs. Murphy,
thank you.

That will be all,
Mrs. Murphy.

She's a grieving mother.

She's not grieving.

How can you say that?

Have you
found a body?

- No.
- You won't.

Because Joe Murphy
is not dead.

He saw me in the bar.

He knew I was following him.

So he decided to fake his murder
and have me hang for it.

So you admit
that you were following him?

You want a confession?
Here's my confession. I lied.

- Why?
- Why do you think?

I knew how it would look.

I miscalculated.

All right. Why did you go
to his apartment?

I needed to know
it was him.

I still wasn't sure.

And the blood on the floor?

Animal blood?

Easy to obtain.
Fully convincing.

Even I thought
someone killed him.

I understand
your skepticism.

I didn't kill him, William.

So either someone else did,

or he faked it.

Isn't there
some way to tell

whether the blood
is animal or human?

- Do you believe her?
- At this point? I don't know

what to believe.

It's as credible
as the theory

that Freddie Pink
is the killer.

Although both theories
raise many questions.

Such as?

If Freddie
is not the killer,

then why did she not think

of this theory
before now?

And if she did
think of it before now,

why not bring it
to me earlier?

- And if she is the killer?
- Then why provide us with the means

of positively determining
her theory to be false?

I'm afraid I have bad news
in that regard, William.

The blood cells
are partially decomposed.

- I can't tell if they had nuclei or not.
- And did she deliberately

wait until it would be
impossible for us

to determine
whether it was human

or animal blood?

That would explain why she
didn't tell you about it before.

Perhaps this is all part
of a fallback plan.

Initially deny knowing
the victim, then if found out,

- deny that there was a victim?
- It would be nearly

impossible for us to obtain
a conviction without a body.

Especially if we were unable
to disprove this theory.

But, William, what of Joe
and Molly's son?

Where is he?
Who's taking care of him?

Perhaps no one.

Freddie Pink would never leave
a child on his own.

She might if the alternative
was to be hanged!

What?

If she does know
where he is,

that would be the first place
she would go if she was let out.

Well, did you prove
it was animal blood?

The test was inconclusive.

But we did find a bloody
shoe mark near the window.

- A shoe mark. Really?
- It was partial,

but the edge is quite distinct.

If it matches yours, you'll
be charged. If it doesn't...

Which shoe?

Sir, are you sure
about this?

I mean, should we not just
follow her the usual way?

Freddie Pink will expect

to be followed,
and she'll certainly notice

if we follow her
in the usual way.

This, she'll not anticipate.

I take it the shoe mark
wasn't a match?

It wasn't.

- Whose was it?
- I don't know.

But it wasn't yours,
so you're free to go.

Ah, I got 0.7.

- Where are you, George?
- Uh, Sydenham and Reid's Lane.

Henry, where are you?

1.5.

Duchess just west of Berkley.

Constable McNabb?

3.4. Parliament

just north of Queen.

She's at Queen,

west of Parliament,
heading east.

Sir, she hasn't moved

in over a minute.

Oh, wait, wait! There it is.

Uh, uh, 0.6.

I've got 1.3, sir.

And I've got 2.9.

George, she's in an alleyway

northwest of Queen
and Sackville.

Meet me there.

- Any sign of her?
- Sir, I saw a carriage

pull out of the alley
just as we came up.

How would she have known there
was gonna be a carriage here?

She may have arranged
for someone to meet her.

How? She's been out of
communication since yesterday.

She stopped for roughly
a minute at Queen and Sackville.

There's a telegraph office
there. Henry, go there,

see if she stopped in
and if she sent a telegram.

- Then meet us at Union Station.
- Sir.

You think she's trying
to flee the city, sir?

She applied for a French visa,
George. I think she's fleeing

the country.

I want constables
on the platform.

Search the train
as well.

Stop any woman who's traveling
with a small boy.

Are we not just looking
for Miss Pink, sir?

She could be
disguised, George.

Ma'am. Excuse me.

Miss Pink!

Please, we're late
for our train.

- Sorry, ma'am.
- Detective.

What have you, Henry?

Miss Pink did stop at the
telegraph office, sir.

- She sent the telegram.
- What did it say?

Just one word. "Go."

- Who was it sent to?
- That's the thing, sir.

- Joe Murphy.
- "Joe Murphy"?

- What was the address?
- General delivery

- at the Temperance Exchange, sir.
- Right. Henry, head down there

and see if anyone
collects that telegram.

- Sir.
- Joe Murphy, sir.

- I don't understand.
- I don't either, George.

George, that man
walking toward us,

I-I've seen him recently.

Sir,
I recognize his hat.

- I found these in Miss Pink's office.
- That's Joe Murphy.

Mr. Murphy!

Toronto Constabulary.

We'd like a word.

I believe these photographs
are of you?

- Believe what you like.
- You came to Toronto

one year ago with your son
after murdering his mother.

You assumed the identity
of one James Smith.

No fewer than five witnesses
have identified this man,

you, as James Smith.

You then became aware
that you were being pursued

by a woman who knew
of your true identity

as Joe Murphy.

You then made it appear
as though you had been murdered

and set her up
as the killer.

You can't prove this is me.

Actually, I can.
You can grow a beard,

but your identifying features
remain the same.

And in combination,
they allow for each face

to be identified
with mathematical precision.

Please don't smile.

What do you mean,
"it's not him"?!

The numbers don't lie, Julia.

The ratio of the distance
between his eyes

and the distance
between his chin and nose

is 1.27 in the mugshot.

Here, it's 1.41.

Ear to eye

versus chin to midpoint:

1.87

- versus 1.69.
- They're close, William.

Perhaps within
the margins of error?

I measured very carefully.

So who is he? He's clearly
involved in all of this.

Joe Murphy

- did have a brother, sir.
- What was his name?

Adam. He wasn't
in the police files,

but they both had a son
about the same age.

So, if Adam was living
with his own son

under Joe's pseudonym,
where's Joe?

And why would Freddie Pink
send him a telegram?

- Sir.
- Henry,

- what have you?
- I went to Temperance Exchange.

Did anyone claim
Joe Murphy's message?

No, sir. But the telegraph operator
who took the message has disappeared.

Her name was Doris Walmer, sir.

The woman named
in the visa application.

- Did you get a description?
- Red hair. Green eyes. Pretty.

- Please, we're late for our train.
- Sorry, ma'am.

The woman at Union Station
with the boy,

- that was her!
- She could still be on that train, sir.

She's likely well over
the border by now.

Miss Pink used the telegram
to let her client know to flee.

Yes, but why address it
to Joe Murphy?

Perhaps that was the signal.
If a telegram was addressed

to Joe Murphy,
it's actually meant for her.

But then what's
the connection

between Doris Walmer
and Joe Murphy?

What is it, William?

Could Doris Walmer
be Molly Murphy?

Sir, Molly Murphy
was murdered.

Was a body
ever found?

- No...
- At any rate,

we know a murder
was committed in Montreal

on the 18th of May
last year.

What if Molly Murphy
wasn't the victim?

- It was Joe!
- But Joe

changed his identity.
He set up the bank account.

I have no doubt Joe Murphy
intended to murder his wife

- and leave town. But somehow--
- She got the upper hand

- and killed him instead!
- So it could have been self-defence.

She would have called her best friend
who would have known exactly what to do.

They buried the body,
and then Freddie helped Molly

- to flee to Toronto with her son.
- That's why

she was so insistent that it was
Joe that killed Molly.

She couldn't let anyone find out
that Molly was still alive,

living in Toronto
as Doris Walmer.

The Murphys discovered what happened. They
set up Pink for the murder of James Smith.

But why?

Revenge?

Leverage.

If she was charged with
murder, she'd have no choice

but to tell the truth
about what happened in Montreal

and give up Molly
and the child.

"Tell us where the child is
and you will be forgiven."

She would have understood the message.
But she didn't give them up.

So what have they done
with Freddie?

I was mistaken, Mr. Murphy.

You are not Joe.
In fact,

- you are Joe's brother, Adam.
- Am I free to go?

You set up Freddie Pink
for a murder

- that never happened.
- Never happened?

My brother was murdered,
Detective,

and Freddie Pink
is up to her neck in it.

- Where is she?
- To whom do you refer?

The one who killed my brother
or her best friend?

Tell me where Miss Pink is

or you will be going to jail.

On what charge?

Spilling chicken blood
on the floor of my apartment?

- Kidnapping.
- You have no proof of that.

Tell me where she is!

Sir! Sir.

There's something
you should see.

Haha!

- Sir, I swear I saw it moving.
- I believe you, George.

There it is.

- Alright. Fetch Henry.
- Sir.

Where are you, Freddie?

I have 2.4.

Henry, what's your location?

- Trinity and Front.
- 1.6, sir.

And where are you, George?

- Wilkins and King.
- Constable McNabb, what's your reading?

3.4.

Parliament and King.

Uh, it's, uh, Derby Street.

Did you find her?

Young Molly? No.

I didn't.

Found the factory.

I didn't find her, though.

Maybe she quit.

See, I showed them
photographs of her,

and they'd never seen her.

I told you what I would do

if you were lying.

- I wasn't lying.
- Ah-ah-ah!

Careful.

I said one finger
for every lie.

See, if you're lying
about lying, well,

that's another finger.

Alright. Alright.

She works at a grocery

at Dundas and Broadview.
She goes by Mabel.

Huh!

And-and you go by Pink.

Let's start with the pinkie.

- Get away from her!
- I only cuffed her a bit.

Sure that's no crime.

- Kidnapping is a crime.
- So is cuffing people.

I'll find her.

Even I couldn't
find her now.

What the hell kept you?!
I've been tapping my foot

- for 40 minutes!
- How did you know?

You released me
in order to follow me.

But you didn't.

Then I remembered
the ridiculous shoe mark

you invented to get
my shoe from me.

You might also
want to consider

what you leave
on your blackboard.

Ow!

Molly loved Joe.

But when she found out he
and his family were criminals,

she wanted out.

More importantly,
she wanted her son out.

- But Joe wouldn't have that.
- He tried to kill her.

Molly fought back.
She grabbed a knife --

it must have hit
the carotid artery

because there was blood
everywhere.

From that moment,
she was a dead woman

- unless I helped her. So I did.
- So the body was disposed of

but you made it appear

as though he killed his wife
and then ran away.

A rather elegant solution,
I thought.

Until Ma Murphy didn't get
her flowers for her birthday.

She then realized
that her son was dead,

and that the blood that was
found in the Montreal apartment

by the police was in fact his
and not his wife's.

And she wanted Molly dead
and her grandson back.

That's why they
set me up for murder.

They thought I'd give them up
rather than be facing the noose.

But why bother
setting you up at all?

Why not simply torture you
for the information?

I think they enjoyed
the irony of having me

implicated in Joe's murder.

But you still
are implicated.

How so?

Joe was killed by Molly
in self-defence.

You lied to me.

Until you mentioned
Joe Murphy's name,

everything I told you
was the absolute truth.

I only lied
to save my friend.

And lying is not a crime.

- You buried a body.
- Prove it.

I just might.

But until then,
you're free to go.

Thank you.

Oh, uh,

the Murphys may still
have it in for you.

- You should watch your back.
- I will.

William...

Yes?

Thank you
for watching mine.