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I am stronger than you, Terrence.

That's what I like about you.

You did this to me.

I didn't kill you!

Who's rotting in my coffin?

Who's rotting in my coffin?

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Never seen anything like it.

She left another note.

How did The Widow get in here?

We were doing regular
circuits of the building,

but Berry begged off sick
in the middle of the night.

You should've asked
for a replacement.

The death of the doctor
hangs on all of our heads.

Yours as much as mine!

You tell your superintendent

if he doesn't come
to his fucking senses,

I will see him hanged for his im...

You are free to go, Master Garvey.

Who was it? Attorney General?
Lieutenant Governor?

- Who spoke up for me?
- No one.

Our young boss realized
that there's no way

you could've killed Dr. Israel
from inside here.

Israel's dead?

I just came from the body, sir.

Pokes a hole in this
Margaret Mehar business

he has you tied to, don't it?

How do you know about
that? Does everyone?

Oh, he hasn't made a secret of it, sir.

That little fuck is dragging
my name through the mud

while The Widow gets closer and closer.

He's paving her way
with his incompetence.

Your boss couldn't catch a
cold if it shat in his mouth.

He's that useless.

Can't say I disagree, sir.

Oh! Shanika!

Sorry, I was just getting
a few of my things.

Oh, sakes, rouse me next time.

Who knows what I might have done?

Shanika, what's happening?

I'm leaving.

Not you, you can't leave.

We're entwined. We've
done so much together.

Too much!

Things have gone too far and...

- And what?
- And I'm afraid for my life.

Everyone around us is dying.

Why should I be any different?

Well, because it's you, Shanika.

Do you think I would
allow anything to hurt you?

You've practically called it down on us.

All your alchemy and
your satanic hoodoo.

My hoodoo is necessary!

Do you not see what we
are dealing with here?

Used to be pretend.

It used to be a little fun.

Now you've taken things too far.

No, no. It's not me.

It's her.

Who?

Who, Georges?

Margaret Mehar.

She's dead.

Is she?

And what does dead even mean, hm?

The dead walk among us,

leering, luring.

This occult devilry

has muddled your mind!

I've never seen more clearly in my life!

You'll regret this, Shanika! You will!

Oh, you're free! You had me so worried.

Well, they couldn't keep a man
of my stature in there for long.

Of course not.

But I didn't know what to think,
or what would happen if you...

If I what?

Didn't come home to you?

If you were sent back to
your contemptible sisters?

It would be worse than the worst jail.

You are free of them forever.

You're a godsend.

Please, allow me.

Oh! A night in jail. What
you must have endured.

You must be desperate
for a bath and a meal.

Let me take that for you, Miss Verdi.

Yes, please do, Gladys,
and then leave us alone.

You...

Your reception would make
a week in jail worthwhile.

Perhaps I could ask Gladys
to prepare your breakfast?

A nice plate of eggs and some haddock?

Why, when I can devour you instead?

Ah, you forget that I am an
innocent woman, Mr. Garvey.

And I count my lucky stars that
I have been rescued by a man

who knows that I would only be...

"familiar" with the man I marry.

And in your goodness I feel
your vow to protect that.

I pledge it wholeheartedly.

Your divine secrets will
be known only to the man

lucky enough to marry you.

I figured you must
be visiting Pastor Andrew.

I had Annabelle bring
me a change of clothes.

Haven't left his side.

He was guiding me when he was stabbed.

I couldn't possibly abandon him.

Is he going to be okay?

Yes.

But it seems all the men I care
about suffer terribly, so...

If you were wise,
you'd steer clear of me.

Ah, but I need that brain of yours.

Help me with the next
message from The Widow.

I don't see how my brain
is in any way superior.

You're a natural.

And, besides, I don't
move in the social circles

of those being targeted.

Makes me wish I didn't either.

Innocent or guilty,
that is the question.

But how do you answer, when
they're known for deception?

In your heart of hearts,
you know what's true.

You played your part,

I'm coming for you.

These are so frightening.

Yes, they're, uh,

they are rather ominous.

The first part of the riddle

almost sounds like it's directed at you.

You're the one determining
the guilty and the innocent.

Yes. Well, that may be true.

However, The Widow had
a clear chance to kill me

and yet she didn't.

I couldn't bear anyone else
I care about coming to harm.

Seems I'm safe.

The last people left in
the photo are Georges,

Viviana and Basil?

Yes. And Georges, obviously,

or any magician, is a master
of deception and trickery.

He did have an alibi the
night Eddie died, however.

An alibi who might've lied.

An alibi who's now dead.

But Terrence Crenshaw
wasn't killed by The Widow,

he was killed by one
of her victims, Salomé.

We discovered blood
and the murder weapon

in his private room
in The Queen's Chamber.

Basil Garvey.

It's common knowledge
that he has a secret web

of businesses and influence.

Yes. Unfortunately, he
could be the most deceptive.

Georges announces it.

You buy a ticket to be tricked
by him, whereas Basil does it...

Against your will and
usually to your detriment.

A conundrum.

Viviana?

Is she deceptive?

If you know clothes and jewelry,

the way she dresses would bankrupt most.

Still, not exactly a strong motivation

to murder half of Toronto society.

Is there anyone we missed?

Ah, could The Widow, for example, be...

Someone who was working at
the party and not in the photo?

The photographer?

Venetia Botticelli was
at the party, surely.

Any one of their staff.

Then you must ask the Botticellis.

Both of whom, we can
agree, are deceptive.

You're an apt detector of such things.

I've been questioning that as of late.

I, uh...

I wonder if...

Perhaps you'd accompany me

to The Great Georges Rondeau's
last show in the city tonight.

Oh.

Uh, I will be there to make
sure The Widow doesn't strike.

But we could continue our discussion,

whilst observing our suspects.

I don't know that that would do.

Appearances.

Of course, of course.

Oh, I, um... I only meant...

No, it wouldn't matter what you meant.

People would see what they want to see.

Alas, while I very much
appreciate the invitation,

I, uh...

I should stay here with our dear Andrew.

Of course.

You are making me the
proudest man in town, my dear.

You are making me blush.

I wish I could make the blood
rush to your cheeks regularly.

It suits you so.

Can't take all these compliments.

Look who's out for a promenade.

Basil, might I bend your ear

for a brief and ghastly
talk about particulars?

Verdi, I won't be a moment.

You will cease this disgusting
talk about Verdi immediately.

It'll stop with your final payment.

What do you think of my latest ensemble?

It would look fetching
on a younger woman.

Oh, pish posh.

Your jealousy blazes so brightly

I feel I must open my
new parasol against it.

I bought the pink so it reminded me

of that tawdry hymen of yours,

the sale of it paid for all of this.

Oh! And look, look, just
like your nether regions.

Before...

Dainty little thing. After...

Big enough for a circus.

Still, the world would rather that

than your spinster's spittoon.

In fact, you and Venetia
have done me a favour,

as I am jubilant to be
on the arm of such a man.

I don't need sparkling
jewels to distract

from the lines on my face.

Basil wants me so much he paid for me.

And you, dear sister,

are destined to marry a farmer

or, really, anyone who loves pigs.

Do please enjoy your
marriage to a Bluebeard.

He'll eventually get bored of you,

like the first three women he married.

Oh, didn't know about them, did you?

And, like them, he will
kick you to the curb

and when that happens, dear sister,

Venetia and I will swoop in
as your caring next of kin

and easily have you
declared mentally unfit.

And then we'll have your
hymen surgically restored

so we can whore you out
again and again and again,

like the trash you are.

I'm going to get your bones,

make my spell.

You did this to me. Georgie, Georgie.

And rid myself of you once and for all!

Oh!

No!

The theatre's one of
my larger properties,

but by no means the biggest.

I own the docks, reservoirs, courthouse,

St. Lawrence Market and, oh,

much of the land the city's built on.

I'm sure it's nothing
compared to Boston.

No, no, uh, my apologies.

It is very impressive.

I'm distracted. My sisters...

Oh, forget them.

If only it were that simple.

But I need not think of them right now.

It is very exciting to see

the Great Georges
Rondeau's magic devices.

Nothing is off limits to you.

And this is the device he
uses to saw a woman in half.

Yes. The trick that so frightened you.

He makes great a show of
how he locks a woman in here

so she can't escape, but what
the audience doesn't know...

This keyhole opens a lower chamber

where she can hide her body.

Are you allowed to tell
me all these secrets?

My dear, when you're with me,
the world will open to you.

I made Georges show me
how it worked years ago.

Figured it might prove useful if
I ever needed to ship something

without everybody knowing my business.

There he is.

The Great Georges Rondeau.

You're filthy, man. What, have
you been cleaning chimneys?

I was at the cemetery

paying my respects to
an old friend of ours.

Why don't you investigate
the props further

and, uh, I'll discuss
show details with Georges?

Thank you.

Margaret, her body, it's gone.

The-the coffin, it was...

You dug up her grave? Why?

You know what I do.

My proclivities and inclinations.

I had to see if she was there.

Who would steal her?

She probably dug herself up.

Now she's running around,
her or her fucking ghost.

Oh, you don't believe that rot.

All because of my damned
obsession with the dark arts

that horrid night.

What have you been doing, Georges?

You playing fast and loose
with life and death again?

I am not like that anymore.

You seized on this weakness
in me 12 years ago

and I've not done it since.

But she's still going to make me pay!

Grave robbers. Sick
fucking trophy hunters.

The Widow herself
probably dug up the grave

just to see you running
around like a scared child.

You have a show, so just
focus yourself on that.

Perform? I couldn't possibly.

It's sold out and I'm not
giving that money back,

so get your shit together.

It's impossible. Shanika fled.

I am bereft of an assistant.

Jesus Christ! Where is
she? Can we get her back?

I can't.

Could my sister, Venetia,
take her place?

No, no, no. She couldn't possibly.

I'll be damned if I put
you sister on my stage.

But, Basil, I can't keep
up this battle with them

when I live only a street away.

Well, that's a long-sighted view.

She would be thrilled and
she's seen all his shows.

She saw you in Montreal and New York.

She regaled me with so many details.

Really?

She's obsessed, with you
and with your act.

I think we might be
able to save your show

and mend a family
rift in one fell swoop,

if you'd say yes.

The Great Georges Rondeau
has asked moi

to be his special assistant
for the big show tonight.

Maybe I might even be part of his tour

because I am positively cuckoo

for that tall, handsome drink of a man.

Work for a living?

I wouldn't be caught dead,
but it might suit you.

Oh, really? To be onstage,
centre of attention,

eyes of the entire city on me.

Clearly, Georges is
the centre of attention,

not his little bootlicker,
or whatever you'll be. Ah!

- How could you say that?
- What on earth do you mean?

I get so very little these days,

sacrificing everything to
make sure that you're happy.

I didn't realize I was such a chore.

No, no, no. We are not turning this
into a little pity party for you.

Why can't you be happy
for me, just for once?

Fine. I'm happy. Well done.

Hip hip hooray.

Shall I dance a celebratory jig?

I had to be your slave half my life

because you are as selfish as a child!

Because I'm the child you'll never have!

It gives you purpose in life

to smother me and stop
me from living my life.

You don't care about anyone but yourself

and everyone knows it.

That's why I am the
only friend that you have

and even then I'm
ready to cross you off.

Then cross me off! I don't need you!

Gladly! It is time for
me to have some joy.

How are you capable of being
happy when I just lost the man

I've spent years courting because you,

you sold him his rubbishy
doxy like some rapacious Madam.

It would be kinder to kill
me, put me out of my misery.

- Maybe I should.
- Maybe I should!

We are gathered tonight for a show,

but these are not the
times for entertainments.

I don't want to be Nero
fiddling as Rome burns.

So, tonight, what we must
do is a deadly ritual.

But I tell you that these
dark arts exact a cost,

a cost we are seeing today

in the form of a black
spectre known as The Widow.

A widow stalking our city,

killing and desecrating
our friends and neighbours

and now we must cleanse our city

of the violence that plagues us

and of the evil Widow who
holds us shaking in her grasp!

She must be banished

and sent back to the
depths from which she came.

You need not fear. I hold
safeguard of our souls.

I commune with they
that may-not-be-named

and within the raiment of this widow

resides my newest acolyte.

Venetia Botticelli.

Together, she and I,

and you, dear believers,

we will bring The Widow forth

and rid us of her for the good of all!

We need protection

and sanctuary.

Safety and hospice
for our brave Venetia.

We're going to saw our
metaphorical Widow in half

and once I bring Venetia back to life,

the real Widow will be dead

and banished back to hell!

Into the deep she must go!

Hold fast, brave disciples.

Not an unfocused
thought can mar the vigil

on which we are about to embark.

Oh, how it hurts!

Serious, my dear.

For our lives hang in the balance!

Yes, my dear! Let it in!

Stop! That hurts!

You can lean into me if
you'd rather not watch.

I don't want to miss a moment of it.

Almost there!

Stop!

I know you're righting a wrong

by the worst people in this city.

Vengeance isn't justice.

She's gone, my friends!

The Widow is dead!

Her spell on us is over

and she has been
vanquished back to hell!

How could you do this to her?

- It shouldn't have happened.
- How the hell could it have?

I've done it hundreds of times.

I just heard.

What happened?

She didn't slide her body

into the secret chamber
like we rehearsed.

You shouldn't have done
this trick, you monster!

She wanted to do it,
this one most of all.

- Obviously she wasn't ready!
- We rehearsed it five...

- What?
- What? What is it?

The trap door, it's locked.

She couldn't get out?

No, I left it unlocked
because I couldn't find my key.

Isn't that convenient?

You invite my sister to be your
assistant and then you kill her.

I didn't do this!
Someone else locked it.

- Who has the key?
- Only Shanika and myself.

Then it must be her, that jealous bitch.

Oh, no! She quit the
show of her own volition.

The key is something I never misplace.

What?

That's it, my key.

Never seen it before in my life!

Viviana Botticelli,

you're under arrest for
the murder of your sister.

What? That is nonsense! I would never!

I would never!

Ahh!

_

Please. I can't...

In the name of all that is
unholy, I offer this sacrifice,

this martyr to transcend herself,

to transfigure and open a crack,

so I might see through to
that which doesn't exist.

Please.

I deserve this.

I did not kill Venetia!

We have multiple witnesses

to your physical altercation
with your sister.

It was an argument! I wouldn't kill her!

I'm not just arresting
you for her death,

but for every one of The Widow murders.

- That is insanity!
- Is it?

You are one of the few people
left from that infamous photo.

You're known to whip your servants.

I've heard you've bragged of it.

You have to beat servants now and then.

I wouldn't do that to
anyone in our circle,

certainly not murder.

You left the theatre just
before The Widow appeared.

You don't understand.
My sister was goading me.

Oh, the sister who's now dead!

The one person who probably
knew what you were doing.

Was she going to reveal your secret?

That doesn't mean I did it!

Mm-hmm. You can save it for the judge.

How is Pastor Andrew?

He woke briefly and
was in a lot of pain.

The doctor says that
everything's healing well

and he doesn't believe there
are any internal injuries.

Good news.

Dr. Israel, God rest her
soul, did an excellent job.

I have some news for you.

We caught The Widow.

- You did?!
- Yes.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this.

It's someone you consider a
friend, Viviana Botticelli.

No, that doesn't, that
doesn't make any sense.

Viviana capable of
that disturbing cruelty?

That-that's impossible.

She orchestrated her sister's death

at Georges Rondeau's
magic show, tonight.

In front of everyone?

She rigged the sawing mechanism...

Ah, no. I can't hear anymore.

I've already heard tales about
what befell poor Dr. Israel.

I can't even imagine.

Has she confessed why she's doing this?

The-the importance of that photo?

What this is all about?

No, not yet.

How could I be so blind?

She came to our house,
she came over often.

Alistair loved her visits.

They were our friends.

I've learned that the devils,
as Andrew would call them,

they're disguised.

I hope I never understand.

The nightmares you must have.

None.

Speaking of,

are you planning on
sleeping here tonight?

I could bring you some blankets.

Perhaps you trust that

the doctors have
everything under control.

You think I'm silly staying here.

I think you're a very
kind and caring friend.

After everything I've seen of late,

well, I-I couldn't find
that more appealing.

Well, Andrew's probably sick of me.

And, I suppose, with
the news of this arrest,

I think I would like to go home
and try sleeping in my own bed.

Perhaps if you'd escort me?

Of course.

It's nice to know we
can walk the streets

with a sense of safety again.

Around here, yes.

Well, the other side of town, no.

That's only for daytime
and always accompanied.

True. I like The Devil's
Elbow. Not many people do.

You and Andrew.

It's life out in the
open, at its most honest.

I suppose you're right.

Sometimes it can seem a bit pointed,

but you always know where you stand.

- That is refreshing.
- Hm.

You don't get much of
that around here, do you?

Doesn't seem so.

Andrew's very lucky to
have you caring for him.

You have to, don't you?

Can't expect these men to minister

to your community's every spiritual need

and then not reciprocate.

I-I hope you won't think
that I'm disrespecting

the memory of your husband...

I'm not timid.

Well, you're young.

Do you think you could, one day,

many years from now perhaps marry again?

Ooh.

You've caught me unawares.

- Um, I'm sorry. Uh...
- No, no.

Think this is one of the
reasons why I like you so much.

Your curiosity knows no limits.

Perhaps that's what makes
you such a good detective.

I know that Alistair would
want that for me, one day.

And I promise you, Andrew
and I are but good friends.

Hm.

Well, I suppose
I won't be seeing you

as much anymore.

That makes me sad.

I'll be sure to check in on you if...

If that's something you would like.

I would. Very much.

And I hope this won't be the
last of your probing questions.

I shall have to steal something

so you find need to investigate me.

Oh! I'm not sure I'd be
able to trust my instincts.

Oh! You're so clever.

Such a perceptive judge of character.

Not around you.

Well, I expected to
sleep at the surgery,

so gave the servants the night off.

I-I could go in.

Look around, make sure you're safe.

If that's something that
would ease your mind.

I would be ever so glad.

Okay.

Why this silence all of a sudden?

I don't think you quite understand

how perceptive I am.

You don't achieve my level of power

without having an
excellent eye for people

and what they're capable of.

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

I know what you did.

To both of your sisters.

I...

You rigged the box so Venetia...

And then planted the key on Viviana,

so she'd hang for it.

I did.

I planned it while I was still
in the throes of my passion

after everything they'd done.

It was a fancy.

A nightmare.

But to actually see it done.

My sister,

ripped in two!

I'm a beast! Turn us around!

I should go to the police
and confess my crimes.

We're not doing that.

Your sisters were terrible,
vicious women who hated you.

- But no one deserves what I...
- They sold you.

They put, I'm sorry to
have to say this out loud,

they put your maidenhead
on the common market.

You had to do this.

It was the only way you
wouldn't be plagued by them

your entire life.

But that?

Something so horrible?
Something so violent!

Stop it!

I love and admire you
for what you've done.

It was brilliant.

And resourceful and
so flawlessly executed.

I am in awe of you.

You should be proud of yourself

for standing up to them the way you did.

You're a fighter.

Only fighters survive in this world.

You can't do this to me!

Get your clothes off.

- What?
- Take everything off

and put it in the bucket there.

Absolutely not.

What do you think you're doing?!

No! Help me!

No!

- Get in the corner.
- No.

Help me!

No!

No! Help me!

No!

Time to get rid of that lice.

I don't have lice.

No!

No!

Please. Please! Please. Ah!

I'm sorry. I-I'm in a state.

You must think me so forward.

I'm grateful for it.

But I would never...

You don't need to be so careful with me.

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