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- Folks like that
like to come in here

and lord it over
the likes of us.

- Full suit and tie.

- Go drink somewhere else!

- No trouble from you two, now.

Sorry, Detective.

- I've seen him.

Supposed to be the brightest
fellow in all Toronto.

He look bright to you?

- Nope. Not so bright at all.

(grunting)

- Hey! Go easy on him!
- Nice work.

- You may wanna
go home now fellas.

- Barkeep, I'll have another.

- Why don't you throw him out?
- It's a celebration.

- He's the one that started it.
- I got a promotion.

Time was I couldn't
hold down a job,

let alone get a raise
and my name on the door.

Just goes to show you,

a man can change his life
if he sets his mind to it.

Don't you agree?

- If you say so.

- Many a time
in my past I'd be...

sitting in a place like this

wanting to down
that drink to forget.

- What if you're
just looking for privacy?

(laughing)

- For that you have to drink
at home, my friend.

Of course, that's not
always an option.

You know when we split,

I was dancing down the street

I was so damn happy.

Me and the wife, I mean.

- Congratulations.

- It didn't last.

The more I put
my life back together,

the more I realized
what I'd lost.

She was the first thing I
thought of when they told me

about my promotion. I just want
to tell her the good news.

- So go tell her.
- I would if I could find her.

I've been searching
for her a year.

- A year?
- She didn't exactly

keep me apprised
of her forwarding address

after I walked out on her.

I'm sure she was
glad to see me go.

I couldn't stand
to look her in the eye anymore.

By the time I realized
what I'd lost,

she'd moved on.

I'd give just about anything

for a second chance.

- Maybe I can help you.

- What do you mean?

- Let's go find your wife.
- Really?

- I won't offer twice.

It's something I'm very good at.

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- You can't blame him.

I wouldn't be at work either.

- I can't imagine
I'd want to be home either.

- One hopes this won't
put too much of a strain

on their relationship.
- How so?

- In the face of a great loss,

emotions can be misdirected,
feelings amplified.

I knew a young couple who
experienced a similar issue.

They never recovered.

- William Murdoch
and Julia Ogden

are two of the strongest
people that I know.

- They'll be fine.

- Sir, we found a body

at the docks
near the mouth of the Don.

Or rather, a portion of a body.

- A portion?

You take this.
I don't even want to know.

- Ahem.

The secret to dealing
with gruesome remains

is to replace natural instinct
with logic.

- OK.

How?

- Consider an ant.

Imagine you trod upon one,
crushing it

and leaving its body
mangled beyond recognition.

Now, does this disturb you?

- Not really.
- Exactly,

so we simply apply
the transitive law.

If we are not disturbed
by an ant, there is no reason

to be disturbed by a beetle.
If not by a beetle,

then not by a caterpillar,
nor a butterfly,

nor a sparrow, nor a fish

nor a rabbit, nor a dog,

nor a human.

What we have here, then,

is no more disturbing than
the squashed remains of an ant.

- What's this?

- A reminder of the inhumanity
of man, Miss Hart.

- How poetic. May I have a look?

- It's quite grisly, ma'am.

- Perhaps it would be best
to wait for Dr. Ogden.

- I don't expect her today.

Whatever it is, I assure you
I can handle it.

- Ahem.

(gasping)

- His head is missing.
- Mm-hmm.

- Incredibly sad about
the detective and his wife.

- Yes.

But you know, it has me
thinking about the future.

- I've been thinking
about that myself.

- I mean our future
in particular.

- Yes, George.

Wasn't Paris a magical city?

Do you ever
imagine us back there?

- Yes, I suppose.

- What if we were to live there?

- Nina, I don't know.

I mean... I don't
know the language.

You picked up a little bit.
I know éclair. That's about it.

- I've been offered a job
at the Moulin Rouge.

George, I'm going to accept it.
- What?

- And I want you
to come with me.

- Nina!

- Let's make a new life, George.

Once you pick up the language,

perhaps you could
become a member of the Sûreté.

I'm sure with your experience,
they'd be happy to have you.

- I don't know
what to say to this.

- I want this for us.

For you, George.

Please.

- Nearly all of her family are
either dead or have left town.

- Did she have friends?
- I tracked down a few

but nothing. I even checked

her favourite bookstores too.
Annie loved to read.

Anything with a good mystery
or a bit of romance.

- And no one had seen her.
- No, not recently.

That's why I think
she must have left town.

Even her physician hadn't seen
her since... springtime I think.

- Did she see him regularly?
- Oh, yeah, sure.

She's epileptic, so she'd
see him for the bromide.

She hadn't had a fit in years,
but an ounce of prevention,

as they say.
- Did she work

outside the home?
- She did.

Annie was a home nurse,
a real caring sort.

- Presumably you asked after her
at her workplace?

- It was private homes, mostly.

I never took much notice
of where she was working

and who she was nursing.

I never took much notice
of a damn thing.

Wasn't much of a husband, was I?

- We all make mistakes.

- Yeah. Thanks.

The last place she lived
is just down this way.

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- How are you feeling, Doctor?
- Oh, fine. Thank you.

I was hoping to catch William.

- Oh. I've not seen him today.

- Oh.

I just stepped out for a moment.
I thought he was coming here.

He's likely at home.
- You both need some time,

I'm sure.
- Well, one can't sit around

feeling sorry for oneself.

- I'll find him.

- Thank you.

- It appears the head
and each leg was severed

with the same blade.
- Are you certain?

- Yes. The arms though,
those were removed differently.

Each arm took multiple hacks
to be severed.

You seem to have steeled
your nerves, Constable.

- I'm using the transitive law,
Miss Hart.

This torso is just an ant.

- Well executed.

The wounds look similar,

how can you be sure
a different implement

was used to take
the fellow's arms?

- You mean
because I'm not a doctor.

- Well, yes.

- Despite what you may think,

I don't sit around
twiddling my thumbs all day.

I've read every book
in Dr. Ogden's library.

There are several chapters on
the removal of limbs, if you're

interested to have a read.
- Hmm.

- What if we find her

and she doesn't want you back?

- Oh.

I suppose I could
tell her I'm sorry.

End things on an up note,
you know?

- Do you think there's hope
for reconciliation?

- I like to think so...

but some things are
just too broken to fix.

This is it here.

(sighing)

As I said,
she moved on months ago.

- Well, at least
one person wasn't

aware of that. A Mr. Frank Gage.

- Yes.

I think he was
one of her clients.

- Mr. Gage?

- Mr. Gage...

I'm Annie's husband.

Do you remember Annie?

- Annie is a lovely girl.

She used to cut my hair.

- Yes. Does she still come by,

take care of you?

- The new girl is Miss Turner.

Miss Turner doesn't

like me to have sweets.

- Mr. Gage, when did you

last see Annie?

- No Annie.

Miss Turner is the new girl.

- He's confused. At any rate,

it seems clear that she doesn't
work here any longer,

which would explain why he sent
the letter to an old address.

- Damn it.

- Mr. Gage?

Miss Turner doesn't
like you to have sweets?

- No sir. Meat and potatoes.

She gives me meat and potatoes.

Meat and potatoes.
Meat and potatoes.

- Then who gave you these?

- Oh... Ahem.

- Mr. Gage,

did Miss Turner
cut your hair this week?

- No, I told you.

Annie does that.
- Annie cuts your hair?

Did she cut your hair this week?

Was she here?

He said Annie cuts his hair.

Maybe she was here.
- I believe she was.

- Then she could come back.

We could just wait here for her.
- That won't be necessary.

Thank you, Mr. Gage.

- Why? Where are we going?

- I believe I know where she is.

(indistinct speaking)

Thank you.

Ah, yes. Here we are.

- Where are we?

- This is where my wife likes
to buy Danish pastries.

- Like Annie did for Mr. Gage?

Maybe she lives
in the neighbourhood.

But wait, you said--
- If Annie lived here,

she would still be working for
Mr. Gage. But he has a new girl,

suggesting that Annie has
moved out of town.

Too far to still work for him,

but not so far
that she can't visit

every few weeks for a haircut

and a treat.

- Somewhere just outside
of town.

- This coach goes to Markham
and back every day.

- Judging by the location
where the torso was found,

we have to assume it traveled
down the Don River.

I've identified
the locations here, here,

here, and here,
of every industrial facility

along the Don that operates
blades large enough

to bisect a homo sapien.

- What?

- Chop a chap in half.

- Young Brackenreid,
I want you to call on

every one of these places

to see if... well,

to see if any of their employees
are murderers, I suppose.

- Yes, sir.

- I must say... this, fantastic!

I really should
get one of my own.

Constable, it seems
something is troubling you?

- How so?

- There's an expression
on your face that suggests

you have a thought in your head.

- Do you remember I asked you
about visiting Paris?

- No.

- And then I was away
for some time?

- No.

- No. Well, in any case, I did.

I went to Paris with Nina.

And she wants to go again,

but... for good.

- So, you're considering
leaving us all behind?

- I don't want to.
My whole life is here.

But I could
imagine a life there.

I don't know. If I...

if I don't go, I lose Nina.

If I do,

I lose everything else

that's dear to me.

- One loss doesn't
outweigh the other?

- The enormity of either seems
too great to contemplate.

- Oof.

Well...

I... can't give you any advice.

But I can tell you what I know.

I know that we spend
our whole lives holding on

to what we have. We fear loss

as much as death itself.

But without loss,
there is no change.

And without change,
there is no...

life.

- Detective...

You realize there's
nothing written

on the blackboard, right?
- Uh, yes, but it provides

a frame of reference.
- Ah.

(dog barking outside)

- Markham, eh?

What a dump.

- We'll be back at it
at daybreak.

No need for indulgences.
- Sorry. I didn't mean

to complain.

I sure am thankful, Detective.

I've been searching
for Annie for months

and you've nearly found her
after only a day.

- Perhaps we've
nearly found her.

We mustn't get too excited.

- So, why are you
doing all this for me?

- I suppose I can relate.

- How's that?

Something with your wife, huh?

Eh, I won't pry.

But I know it must
be trouble at home.

A man like you is sure to be
married to a hell of a woman.

Pardon my language.

- You're not such a bad
detective yourself.

She is one hell of a woman.

- So what happened?

- I said some things,

some terrible things
that are unforgivable,

at the worst possible time.

- Will you go back?

- I don't know that I can.

Some things are
too broken to fix.

- You don't know that,
not 'til you try.

- She did something
that goes against...

everything I believe.

She knew how I would feel

but did it anyway.

In response,

I was cruel.

The truth is those things
have been between us

since the very beginning.

I suppose it just took
this long to push us apart.

- Well, in that case,

maybe I'm not the only one
who could use a second act.

- Not a single factory reported
a suspicious employee.

- And no evidence
of a bloody incident?

- None, sir, I asked.
- Whoever did this

worked carefully to dispose
of every part of the body,

most of which we
still haven't found.

It makes sense they would have
cleaned the scene of the crime.

- What about other facilities
further away from the Don?

- But how far away?

What we need is more information
about the victim.

If only the coroner
was available...

- I can do the post-mortem.
I've seen Dr. Ogden do it

a million times.
- But you've never

done it yourself?
- Did you solve

your first case, Detective?
- Of course.

- Even though you'd
never done it before?

- I suppose you have a point.

- I certainly do.

- Ooh!

- Annie lived next door to me.

- Lived? Where did she move to?

- She didn't move. She died.

- Oh, God.

- Are you quite sure?

- I heard that they
found her in the bath.

Some ailment had
come over her...

A seizure?

(softly crying)

- I'm so sorry...
- I just attended the service

over at Leonard's Funeral
Parlour this morning.

The notice was
in this morning's paper.

Is he gonna be all right?

- He was her husband.

- And he didn't know?

How awful.

The man who rents the rooms was
clearing out her things.

I believe they're still inside
if he'd care for them.

- And you spoke to him?

- Yes. He's fine.
- I see.

So when is he coming back?

- I don't know.
- He is coming back?

- I, uh...

- There is no need to lie
to me on his account.

You didn't even
speak to him, did you?

- No, but I know Murdoch,
and I know what he's thinking,

and I know he'll be back
when he gets his head right.

We just have to be patient.
- Oh, is that so?

Funny thing,

I used to think
I knew him as well.

- When he returns, you'll see.
- That's just it.

I'm no longer sure
I want him to come back.

- I understand
you being angry but--

- I had a life
before William Murdoch.

I can have one again.

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- My desk, Miss Hart.
I'm not gone quite yet.

What have you?

- Detective Watts had
a pressing case.

I suggested we wait
for your return,

but he urged me to proceed.

- Rightly so. The victim
remains unidentified?

- Yes. I'm examining

the stomach contents now
to see if they can help us.

All that we know so far
is that he was found in--

- Miss Hart, we have
a puzzle for you.

Oh, Doctor.

Welcome back.

We'll make this
a two-coroner puzzle then.

Inspector?

- It's an arm. Washed up
on the banks of the Humber.

- We need to know
if it's a match.

- Let's take a look.

- It must be
from the same person.

How many stray arms
could there be?

- I believe I may have
found our murder weapon.

- Oh, yes!

- What do you think?
- Yes.

- It looks about right.

- William.

- Dr. Ogden?
- Doctor?

- Hm?
- Do you concur?

- Yes. Of course.

Miss Hart knows the details

of the case better than I do.

Excuse me for just one moment.

- I want to see Annie.

Annie Beckett. I'm her husband.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
The service has concluded.

- We understand,
but if we could see the body,

just for a moment?
- What I mean

is there is no body
to see any longer.

The cremation took place

directly following the service.

Her minister told me
that was her wish.

I'm very sorry.

It's our standard procedure
when there's no family

to dictate proceedings.

- I see.

Thank you for your time.

- Of course, I can
offer you the remains.

Though you may want

to purchase a receptacle.

- Because the torso was found
at the mouth of the Don,

we assumed
it traveled downriver.

But with the arm being
found along the Humber...

we must infer the disposal site
was actually in the west.

Therefore, the torso simply
traveled further,

all the way down to the lake,

where its currents moved it
hither and yon,

eventually delivering it here.

- What happened to the rest?

- I doubt they'll ever be found.
- Detective?

I have the post-mortem results.
- Tremendous.

And?
- There was one item of note.

Shortly before death,

he'd taken a pill.
Largely undigested.

- Were you able to identify it?
- Yes.

I used to formulate and sell
vital amines myself.

They're composed of ferrous
and magnesium sulphates.

- A patent medicine.

- Dr. Williams' Pink Pills
for Pale People.

- Yes, those. You know them?
- I take them on occasion.

They're good for building
strength and stamina.

- No they're not.
But by all means, enjoy.

- I don't believe this pill

was from Dr. Williams.
- No?

- I'm very familiar with patent
medicines, Detective,

and Dr. Williams' pills,
as ineffective as they may be,

are unadulterated.
This one contained arsenic.

- He was poisoned?
- Certainly not.

It was a trace amount.

- Then you're not sure
who made the pill?

- Arsenic is not uncommon in
and of itself. But when mixed

with the other two ingredients?

There's only one product
that matches the composition.

- Do tell.
- It's one of Allman's.

He's a Toronto pharmacist
who makes and brands

his own medicines.
- And where would

his pharmacy be located?
- Weston Road,

just north of the Junction.
- Weston Road,

just north of the Junction.

Very near to the Humber.

(sniffling)

- The coach for the city leaves
at quarter past seven

in the morning.

- I'll wake you.

I doubt I'll be
sleeping much tonight.

- We may be parting ways
before getting on that coach.

- You're not going
back to Toronto?

These are all the things
from her rooming house.

There's not even anything here.

- How do you mean?

- Nothing that means anything.

Nothing that reminds me of her.

It's just things
anyone would have.

- No books.
- No books,

no jewelry...

it's like everything
that would have meant something

to her is missing.

- I've given it some thought.

And I've decided to take
some time away from the morgue.

- Good.
- I don't know for how long.

- Take as long as you need.

I'll have a word with the Chief
Constable. We'll find someone

to fill in for you,
and you'll be welcomed back

whenever you're ready.
(sighing)

- I don't know if I will be.

I went there today,
trying to return

to my normal life.

And when I looked up,
instead of William,

there were three strangers
looking back at me,

all of them engrossed
in some gruesome puzzle.

- He'll be back.

- It's not about William.

For more than 10 years,
I've been mired in death.

Why? For what?
- To help people.

To put the guilty away
and set the innocent free.

- Of course. I'm not saying

that what I did
was without merit.

I'm just saying I don't think

I want to do it anymore.

- It's not a factory exactly,

but there is somewhere
we should look.

- And where's that?
- It's an abattoir.

- Interesting.
Everyone accounted for?

No employees
suddenly fleeing town?

- The shift manager went round
and accounted for every man

on the floor while I was
on the phone with him,

but that was only the day shift.
There is a night shift...

with only two workers.

- Not just interesting,
very interesting.

You're a police officer.
- Yes.

I mean... what?

- I didn't think you were.
You didn't think you were,

but here we are.

Suddenly, the uniform fits.

- It's the same uniform.

- But you have grown into it.

Meanwhile, after
an extensive interview

with the patent-medicine
pharmacist, I came away

with the name of a man who
regularly purchased the pills

in question. And you know what?

- What?

- He's a butcher.

With me, Constable.

(indistinct speaking)

- I've given your proposal
a great deal of thought.

- And have you decided?

- I have.
- So?

- Well, I can't tell you
quite yet. I don't feel

I've impressed upon you
the extent of my deliberation.

This was a real dilemma for me.
- I'm sure it was.

- Yes. Well, on one hand
there's you.

And you mean the world
to me. But then,

there's everything else
in the world that I hold dear.

- It's a difficult choice.

- If I was you,
I'd be flattered.

Here I am equating you,
one person,

to all the other people

and places and things
in my life.

It's very impressive.
- I'm flattered by every minute

you spend with me, George.
- All right, don't get saucy.

Here's the thing,

I have a proposal of my own.

If I'm going to be with you,

if I'm going to turn my back

on all those other things,
I want to give you all of me.

(gasping)

Nina Bloom,

will you be my wife?

- No.
- No?

- No. I'm sorry.

I can't, George.

(Nina crying softly)

(sighing)

- There are stains
on these clothes.

They're very unusual.

I believe they're
from formaldehyde.

- Why would she have
been working with that?

- The funeral home.

Perhaps she knew
someone there, or...

she worked there?

- With dead bodies?

- You said she had
experience cutting hair...

if she had recently moved
to Markham, needed work,

perhaps she took
what she could get.

- So...

So what does any of this mean?

Hey! What are you doing?

- These aren't human ashes.
They're the wrong density.

This is wood.

This is from a fireplace.

- I don't understand.
- No, it's good.

It's good. It means your wife
may not actually be dead.

The people at the funeral home

were covering something up.

If she did work there,

which would
explain these stains,

then perhaps they're
doing it on her behalf...

...which means they helped her

to fake her own death.

But why?

She wanted people to believe

that she was gone.

That she hadn't just left town.

She was running
from something...

or someone.

(grunting)

- You're right
about that, Detective.

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(groaning)

(suspenseful music)

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(indistinct speaking)

- It's always important
to consider

where your next meal
is coming from.

(dinging)

(dinging)
Mr. Lloyd Dixon?

- Can I help you?
Oh, the Constabulary.

- This is for
a Mr. Melvin Kulik.

- To tell you the truth,
Melvin's running late.

I'm helping him out.
- Oh, so if we wait around,

we'll get to speak with him?

Or is Mr. Melvin Kulik
dead, Lloyd?

- No. As far as I know,
he's just late, maybe sick.

What do you mean, dead?
- Detective.

Perhaps you used this
to cut your friend's arm off?

- It was an accident!

- Strange sort of accident,
removing a man's limbs.

- And head.
- Yes... and head.

- We were fooling around.
Melvin put his head

under the blade. I didn't mean
to hit the switch, I swear!

- Come on to the Station House,
Mr. Dixon.

- It was an accident! I didn't
know what rightly to do is all.

- Slicing off the man's legs
isn't the answer

most people
would come to, Lloyd.

(dinging)

(suspenseful music)

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- (woman): Just go back
to where you came from!

- (Beckett): I'm not
finished with you yet!

Thought you could
get away from me?

- You lied to me.
- Why did you bring him here?

- Shut up Annie. Now you've done
your job, Detective.

Now leave and let Annie
and me here settle this.

- This has gone far enough,
Mr. Beckett. Don't do

anything else you'll regret.
(screaming)

- Thank you for your help.
I didn't tell you everything

about my lovely wife, Detective.

How she's the one who started me
gambling because she

needed someone to stake her.
Isn't that right, Annie?

- You'd never had
so much fun in your life.

- You're right, it was fun.
My life was perfect

'til you took everything
and disappeared. Stole it all--

- You wouldn't have made a penny
if it wasn't for me.

Useless man, thick in the head--

- Shut up Annie.
- Do something about this!

You're the one that lead him
straight to me. Do something!

- He won't be leaving here.
- Imagine my luck

when the great William Murdoch
walked into my bar and sat down

right next to me. But now I'm
finished with you Detective.

- Well, I'm not
finished with you.

- Another step
and I'll kill her!

- Kill him!

(groaning)

- Put the knife down.
- You never should

have brung him here.
- I know.

Now put the knife down.

- I just wanted a new life.
Don't you get it?

I just wanted a new life.

- Put the knife down

and you have it. We all do.

- Well, I do understand.

Loss changes us.

And although
you spoke emotionally,

you were not
altogether incorrect.

I may have rushed our study
to the trial stage prematurely.

- Well, at my own urging.

I wanted this child very badly.

I need to accept
that being a mother is a door

that's closed to me.

- The results
don't indicate that.

In fact, we achieved
much greater success

than we may have hoped.

- That might be true...

...but if you do try again,
it won't be with me.

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- You wanted to see me?

- I do.

About yesterday...
you caught me off guard.

- So I wasn't
the only one surprised.

- I suppose there's a part of me

that can't believe a good man
like you would want to marry me.

- Well, a good man asked.

- When you proposed...

I was suddenly thinking
a thousand things all at once.

I was thinking...

how beautiful the ring was

and how sweet you are.

And I was thinking how I

never wanted to marry,

but that maybe I could.

Maybe you could come to Paris,

and we could spend
our wonderful lives together.

And I was thinking
that I'd be happy doing that.

- And then you said no.
- Because I know what you want.

You want a wedding,

and a wife

and a family, and I think
that that's lovely, but...

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

- Well, how do you know?

Sometimes the things

that people want can change.
Who's to say

I still want all that?

How do you know

I wouldn't give it up for you?

- If you wanted just me,

you would have
said yes to Paris.

The ring said the rest.

(George sighing)

- Come here.

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- Doctor Ogden.

- Tom.

- Is Murdoch home yet?

- No. And I'm sorry, Tom,

but I can't discuss this.

- No, of course not.
- Thank you.

- Look, I wanted
to tell you something.

When you lost your child,
I didn't say anything.

I thought these things
were better left unsaid.

- I really, I don't need to...

- Julia... losing a child
is a terrible thing.

I don't care if it's an unborn
baby or a fully-grown adult.

It's the worst pain
that you and Murdoch

have had in your lives together.

But you'll get through it.
Both of you.

- Do you believe so?

- Yes I do. Take time away
from the morgue, of course.

But promise me one thing.

- What's that?

- No letters
of resignation today.

You're not thinking clearly
at a time like this.

- Sometimes...

crisis brings clarity.

- You might be right.

But don't make any decisions
that you can't undo.

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- I must say,
the morgue suits me much more

than I ever expected.

The science, the precision,

the puzzling out
of obscure details.

Dr. Ogden's absence

allowed me to realise I am quite
capable of doing it on my own.

I do worry about her, though.

She's been...
rather distracted as of late.

Erratic, emotional...

It's quite sad to see.

She does mean
so much to me, after all.

- Sounds to me like
you'd be better off

running the place yourself.
- Well, I'm not nearly finished

my schooling yet. I suppose I do

have years
of medical experience.

I have a thing or two
to do with solving your case.

- What exactly are you after?

- After?
- You ask me here. You tell me

the doctor's no longer
up to the task.

I'm thinking you want me
to do something about it.

- Well, I can't bring any
of these concerns to anyone

at Station Four. They'd all
defend the detective's wife

no matter the circumstance.

- So you want me to go
around them and pass word

of her performance
to the Chief Constable.

- I simply want you
to tell the truth.

- Why would I help you?

- Because you want to.

- Is that right?
- Yes, Inspector.

You and I are going to be
the best of friends.

Or more than friends.

- I'd like to be alone, George.

- If that were true, sir,
you wouldn't be so easily found.

Ahem.

I asked Nina Bloom to marry me.

- Good for you.

- She said no.

- Oh.

I'm sorry.

- Well, that's just it, sir.
I'm not so sure I am.

I mean, I was devastated
in the moment of course,

but as I walked away,

I felt...

light.

I felt as if a...

a load had been lifted.

I mean, she's
an extraordinary woman but...

for me,

for the things I truly

believe I want,

she's not the one.
Do you know what I mean?

- I believe I do.

- Which makes me think

if somebody was
so fortunate as to find

that person, why would you
ever throw that away?

- I don't think she'll
have me back, George.

- Of course she'll
have you back.

- I lost my temper,
said some things.

- Who hasn't done that?

- Some things
I may even believe.

- Well, sir, what's
more important to you?

Those things, or her?

- Both.

- Well, if you'll
beg my pardon, sir,

perhaps you should find out

if those two things
could exist together.

- Another mystery

for me to solve, eh George?

- Well, you don't need
to be William Murdoch

to solve that one, sir.

She's the one for you.
You know it. I know it.

- Hello.

- Hello, William.

- You're leaving?

I don't know quite what to say.

But if you want to leave,
that's certainly your right.

- You don't need
to tell me that.

- I was hurt.
- We were both hurt.

But what I did was inexcusable
in your eyes, at least.

It's possible we'll

never find common ground.
- I know.

But it doesn't matter.

We are not the same, Julia.

We've been different

every day of our marriage.

But I count every single one
of those days

as the happiest in my life.

- And that's enough?

- I think so.

- Are you certain?

- If we never have a child,

it doesn't matter.

What matters is
that we're together.

Your love means more to me

than everything.

- William...

- Please don't go.

- I won't.

I'll tear the ticket up.

- No.
- No?

- Let's buy another one.

- Oh...

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