All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S03E03 - Victor, Victorian (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

Through the evening
shadows waning,

dark is slain by light divine.

Mystic arts,
craft unrestraining,

Mighty Architect, be thine.

Hail eternal to the end,
master of enlightened art.

Doth to all thy words extend,
to our initiate let us impart.

Who comes here?

Mr. Bernard,
who has long been in darkness

and now seeks
to be brought to light.

Having been
in the state of darkness,

what is the predominant wish
in your heart?

Light.

Then let that blessing
be restored.

In thine presence,
doth this man be vying,

begging for thy love undying.

So mote it be.

Great Architect of the Universe,

grant that this candidate
for Masonry

may so dedicate and devote
his life to thy service.

May he be assisted by
the secrets of our Masonic art

and enabled to display
the beauties of true godliness.

So mote it be.

So mote it be.

I most solemnly swear
my devotion

to the secrets revealed,

obedience to the craft,
and loyalty to this lodge,

binding myself
under no less penalty

than to have
my throat cut across,

my tongue torn out,
and my body buried in the sea,

so help me God.

Brother Initiate,
it is with great pleasure

that I extend to you,
on behalf of the craft,

a hearty welcome.

Brother Bernard?

Aah!

What's happened?!

Is brother junior steward here?

Bloody hell.
He's stopped breathing.

He's dead.

Brother Senior Steward?

Yes, sir.

Send for Detective Murdoch.

Tell him there's a crime scene
in King Solomon's Temple.

His name is Victor Bernard.
A newly entered apprentice.

He applied for his first degree
a few months ago.

And he died
right in front of you, sir?

Yes.
Hell of a thing.

It only took a few seconds.

He started foaming at the mouth

just after he took
the blood oath.

Blood oath?
Sir, he was drinking --

Not actual blood, Murdoch.
Wine.

Oh, and it's been secured.

Right, then.
Who brought the wine?

Brother Boswell. He opened it
right in front of us.

And who was present
during this blood oath?

Lodge members exclusively.

Crabtree's got them assembled
in another room.

Sirs, the brethren
are terribly distraught.

Would you like to
speak to them now?

Yes, please, George.
Thank you.

Worshipful Master
Eugene Anderson.

Ah.
You're not a Mason.

No.
How did you know?

Ah, there's --
there's a handshake, sir.

Brother Anderson,
this is Detective Murdoch.

I can personally vouch for him.

I understand that we need
your detective here,

Brother Brackenreid.

However, we would
all feel more comfortable

if your superior brother
were to lead the investigation.

You are joking?

Brother Crabtree,

you may supervise police
proceedings within the lodge.

George, are you superior
to the inspector here?

Uh, yes, sir.

A Mason can advance to the third
degree of Freemasonry by choice.

After that, a brother must be
expressly invited

to ascend to the next level.

And?

Brother Brackenreid's offenses

have kept his invitations
at bay.

Contemptuous language,
general disobedience.

Contemptuous language mostly.

It's all bollocks, of course.

This is ludicrous.
I'm his superior.

Not in here.

Brother Crabtree,
the night is getting long.

Let's get on with it.

Yes, Brother Crabtree.

How do you suggest we proceed?

I suggest
we send for Dr. Ogden,

make sure
the brethren are cooperative,

and let Detective Murdoch
do his job.

Very well.

Brother Anderson,
I should also like to pass

the reins of the investigation
back to the inspector.

Ah. Right.
Excellent decision.

Very well, then.

Where shall we begin?

With you, sir.

Are you an atheist?

I beg your pardon?

Are you an atheist?

I ask only because, as our
constitution clearly states,

"We cannot allow
a stupid atheist

to infiltrate we who are obliged
to obey the moral law."

No, sir.
I am a Catholic.

A Papist.
I suppose that's better.

Sir, did you know
the victim well?

No.

But he showed promise --

a sincere wish to be serviceable

to the Great Architect
of the Universe.

The Great Architect
of the Universe?

- God.
- Ah. I see.

Do you know of anyone who wanted
to harm Victor Bernard?

No.

He was a decent, orderly,
quiet man.

Had he been having
any troubles lately?

I wouldn't know.

Was he friends with anyone here?

I suppose the man who first
proposed him -- Brother Winters.

We met six months ago.

My law firm is in the same
building as his accounting firm.

Victor was a clever chap.

He was amiable.
He was very droll.

So you proposed him?

Yes. He was a genuinely great
addition to the brotherhood.

Although I admit I had ulterior
motives in sponsoring him.

Oh? Such as?

Victor was
a brilliant accountant, but...

Please don't share this
with anyone,

but I'd asked him to take
a look at the lodge's accounts.

But doesn't the lodge
have its own treasurer?

Yes.
Elias Boswell.

But let's just say
that when he drinks,

he tends to brag about things
he cannot afford

on a banker's salary.

You suspected him
of skimming funds.

Yes.

I thought Victor could
discreetly examine the books,

do a sort of internal audit.

Did he find anything?

I don't know.
He wasn't finished.

I see.

There is a dead man
in the temple,

and he wants to look
into our accounts.

Sir, there has been
word of concern

over your bookkeeping methods.

Which could be mistaken
as motive.

The accounts book is kept
in a secret, sacred place.

A place it cannot leave.

I'm not concerned
with showing you the book.

I'm concerned with revealing
where it is kept.

Brother Boswell,
don't make this difficult.

Just show us the book.

Oh.

Sir.

These shapes --
What do they mean?

I've seen them
throughout the lodge.

Well, according to history,
the architect for each lodge

incorporates the symbols
into the design.

It's called the Masonic cipher.

Ah, a cipher.

So each of these shapes
has a corresponding letter.

That's intriguing.

Sirs.

You must come.

He's taking us
to the Hiram Room.

The Hiram Room?
Bloody hell.

The Hiram Room.

Sir, the Hiram Room was named
for Hiram Abiff.

He was
the legendary chief architect

of King Solomon's Temple.

He was murdered
for refusing to divulge

the master Mason's
secret password.

Which is?

Oh, sir, I couldn't possibly
tell you that.

Where I am about to show you,
you must share with no one.

Particularly the others.

They will not be pleased to
learn that I let you see this.

The others, sir?

Only 33-degree Masons
have access to the room.

We have three of them.

Brother Boswell is one.
The other two are away overseas.

But what about Anderson?

I thought he was
the head pooh-bah.

Brother Anderson
is the worshipful master,

but he's not nearly
a 33rd-degree Mason.

Degrees and positions at
the lodge are separate affairs.

And, really, Murdoch --
"pooh-bah"?

This isn't Gilbert and Sullivan.

You are all sworn to secrecy.

Especially the Papist.

Excellent.

Oh, my.

The accounts book you requested.

An original page of sheet music
from "The Magic Flute."

Mozart was
extremely enlightened.

And a good friend of the man
who founded the Illuminati.

But I thought the Illuminati
were considered heretical

and officially suppressed.

Yes.
Of course they were.

Gentlemen,
no disrespect intended,

but do either of you know
anything about accounting?

Well, we've got dues paid,

initiation fees,
charitable association deposits.

And not one withdrawal
over $10.

From my understanding
of the lodge's practices, sir,

these look to be in order.

That will be Dr. Ogden.

Oh.

Brother Anderson,
open that bloody door.

Absolutely not!
There's a woman out there.

It's Dr. Ogden.
She must come in.

This is outrageous.

We have accepted your Papist
as a visitor.

But to ask us to allow
this woman to set foot...

Excuse me, brothers.
Let her in.

It's too much.

Sir, a coroner
must tend to the body,

and Dr. Ogden is second to none.

At the very least she should
swear an oath of secrecy.

I think my Hippocratic oath
trumps yours.

Cheeky thing, isn't she?

Yes, that she is.

But she's hardly a thing, sir.

Any initial thoughts, Doctor?

He's quite flushed.

Could be a reaction
to something.

His tongue is engorged.

And from the bloody foam
around his mouth,

I suspect his throat
is swollen shut as well.

He died of asphyxia, then?

Yes.
From poison, it would seem.

Sir, these brothers of yours --

They aren't
the most forthcoming bunch.

They're not a bad lot.

We do a great deal of work
for charity.

Even though I do admit

the rituals are laid on
a bit thick.

Ah, yes.
The blood oath?

And this from a man
who drinks the blood of Christ

every Sunday morning.

Miriam...

Sir, we interviewed
all of the Masons

that were present here
this evening,

and none of you seem to know
the victim very well.

Then we'll need to take
a closer look, won't we?

Yes, we will.

Sir, I spoke to a few
of Victor's fellow boarders.

And what did you learn, George?

Well, apparently he moved in
about eight months ago.

Buried himself in his work.
Pretty much kept to himself.

By all accounts he was a quiet,
orderly, very amiable man.

Any friends, family?

None that were mentioned, but I
have Higgins looking into that.

One interesting thing, sir --

Mr. Bernard let on recently that

he thought he was being followed
by a-a mystery man of sorts.

That would explain the window.
It's been nailed shut.

Had any of the neighbors
seen this mystery man?

No, sir. Do you think
he could be our killer?

Possibly.

Sir, how many pairs of shoes
do you own?

Two.

Myself as well.

These were made in Italy.

The craftsmanship is sublime.

George, do you recognize any
of the men in this photograph?

No.
Friends from his hometown?

Wherever that is.

Have you seen anything

that would accommodate this key,
George?

I haven't, sir.

I hope the inspector's
having better luck

with Mr. Bernard's employer.

I'm afraid not.

Victor Bernard joined Ashner and
Associates accounting company

about seven months ago.

Apparently
a first-rate accountant

with a real flair for numbers.

And let me guess --

He was described
as quiet, orderly, and amiable.

Yes.
Almost to the letter.

Sirs.

I've just been down
to the city registry office.

There is no record
of Mr. Bernard

beyond eight months ago.

Well, he didn't just appear
out of thin air, did he?

Sirs, Dr. Ogden has requested

an immediate audience
with all of you.

Do you have something for us,
Doctor?

Yes.

As I first suspected,

Victor Bernard died
of some sort of toxicity.

He was poisoned?

Other than the wine,
the stomach was empty,

so no poison was ingested
prior to the initiation.

And there was no indication
of puncture wounds

or of inhalation of gas.

As fascinating as this is,
Doctor,

did you really need to
drag us all down here?

Yes, I think I did.

There's one more
very important fact

you're going to need to know.

Eh, is that...

Are those...

You mean to tell me that --

Gentlemen,
Victor Bernard was a woman.

I passed water with that --

with that woman
standing right beside me.

Fascinating, sir.

But what's even more fascinating

was that she wasn't
just dressing as a man --

She was living her life
as a man.

- But for what purpose?
- Clearly the woman was insane.

Or, sir, maybe she was
an escaped convict on the run.

- Or a spy.
- Crabtree!

You've read
too many penny dreadfuls.

Not to be indelicate, sir, but
the lodge is an exclusive club.

And where there is exclusivity,
there are often secrets.

And where there are secrets,

there are those willing to do
anything to keep them.

Murdoch,
who do you think we are?

What kind of man
do you think would kill a woman

for infiltrating a lodge?

No. No.

No, this is ludicrous.

There's obviously been some
confusion at the morgue or --

There is no confusion,
Mr. Anderson.

Victor Bernard was a woman.

And it's obvious
that you disapprove of women.

Of course I do.
Emotional, erratic creatures.

But to know we were duped by one

is cause for humiliation,
not anger.

Right, then --
What would have happened

had a woman been discovered
in the lodge?

She would have been dismissed
quietly and discreetly.

And if anyone knew this secret,

it would have been someone
who knew him well.

Or rather her.

I don't understand.

I saw Victor
several times a week.

He dined regularly at our house.

And all this time
you'd spent with her,

you had no idea she was a woman?

No. Never.

You say Victor
dined at your home frequently.

Perhaps Mrs. Winters
sensed something?

But Miriam and I
have no secrets.

None.

Perhaps when you discovered
her secret, you felt betrayed.

After all, you had been
great friends with a man

who turned out to be a woman.

Damn it, sir,
a friend of mine just died.

I...

I wouldn't...

I couldn't...

Apparently
she was being followed.

Did you know that?

No.

It appears
I didn't know much at all.

What are we looking for, sir?

We need fresh eyes
on this, George.

While investigating
the murder of Victor the man,

we may have missed
something significant

about Victor the woman.

I know exactly
what we missed, sir.

- Oh?
- The shoes.

I mean,
not the shoes themselves,

but the sheer number of shoes.

My 16-year-old cousin Penny

has an obsession
with fashionable footwear.

Sir, I think all women share a
strange fascination with shoes.

Surely that's an exaggeration,
George.

Oh, I wouldn't be sure, sir.

Wait, George.

Something's different.

There.

The picture of Victor
and his -- her friends.

It's gone.

The man with the cane.

George, we may have just passed
our killer in the stairwell.

Here. In here.

Carry on down the corridor,
George.

- I'll check out these rooms.
- Sir.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Oh.
I -- I -- Oh.

"Do not disturb."

I believe that's what the sign
on the door clearly says.

Uh, I -- I-I apologize, miss.

You know,
it's trying enough, sir,

to have to endure
these second-rate facilities

passed down
from the men's teams.

But to also be denied privacy
is quite unacceptable.

I'm very sorry.

Or perhaps you're some kind
of Peeping Tom.

Sir, there's no sign of...

Uh, hi.

Excuse me!

- George, come here.
- Uh...

Just, uh --
Just give us a moment.

Ah.

Victor Bernard's locker,
no doubt.

Yes.

- Masonic cipher.
- Why would she record that?

Sir...

This list of charities --

Our lodge has raised money
for each and every one of these.

Sir, I think this is the audit

that Brother Winters
was speaking of.

Yes.

It would seem Victor,
or whoever she was,

was comparing lodge accounts

against those
of the actual charities.

George, we have to get Higgins
to find out everything we can

about the treasurer,
Mr. Boswell.

- Sir.
- Excuse me.

That is private property.

Yes. The property
of a dead woman, I'm afraid.

Her name is Grace Read.

You know she died
in a Masonic lodge,

dressed in men's clothing?

Yes.
How strange.

And aside from playing
on this women's basketball team,

it appears she had been
living out her life as a man.

Really?

She was also
deathly afraid of someone.

We followed that person
to this location.

Do any of you know who he is?

No, sir.

You played basketball with her,
yet knew nothing about her?

Sorry, Detective,
but outside of these walls,

none of us knew anything
about her.

They're lying.
All of them.

So let me get this straight.

A man in the lodge is killed,

only this man
turns out to be a woman

who is somehow connected
to a women's basketball team

who seem to be hiding something.

And the thing connecting
the two of them

is a mystery man with a cane.

With a goatee, sir.

It's complicated, to be sure.

Complicated? Complicated?

It makes
no bloody sense whatsoever.

Now, if these basketball girls
do know something,

let's drag them
down the station,

and let's scare the living
daylights out of them.

A subtler approach might be
more effective with this, sir.

Perhaps we could
send someone in undercover.

That's a good idea.
But who?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'm not wearing a dress.
Not again, anyway.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Detective, this is all the
equipment you should need

for testing toxins in the wine.

Julia.

Have you ever played basketball?

As a matter of fact, I have.

Why do you ask?

Over here!
Here, here! Pass! Tricia!

Yes!

Check it up.

Here.

Nice!

You're very good, Miss Ogden.

I tell you, when you grow up
playing with country-club boys,

you learn a thing or two.

Lucky for us you dropped in.

Back to it.
Here.

Ah, the Masonic cipher.

Decoding something, sir?

Mm. Yes.

And according to her notebook,
so was Grace Read.

She was particularly interested
in these five symbols.

Well, that shouldn't be
too difficult.

Five symbols, five letters.

120 permutations.
Very good, George.

But it's more complicated
than that.

For instance, this symbol
could represent a "P."

But depending
on its orientation,

it could also be
a "T," a "V," or an "N."

So, sir,
if each of the five symbols

potentially represent
one of four letters,

there must be
thousands of variations.

Over two quintillion, George.

Sir, I think we're gonna need
a bigger blackboard.

Julia Ogden, have I
understood you correctly?

You're an unwed doctor
living alone.

Yes.

A modern-day bachelor girl.

Well, I think that's about

the most blissful thing
I've ever heard.

Father would rather see me

married, bored, and unhappy
than living a life so free.

He barely tolerates

my secretarial work
at the law office.

It was a bit of a battle
to get where I am,

but I have no regrets.

And the men
with whom you work --

Do they think you
brazenly improper?

Who knows what men think?

Mm. How true.

Julia...

Would you be interested

in coming on a little adventure
this evening?

Just a little fun
amongst us girls.

- Not having much luck, sir?
- No.

I've tested this wine
for every toxin I can think of,

and nothing.

How are you coming along
with the bottle and cork?

Equally bad luck, sir.

If anybody's interfered
with either of these,

I can't see how.

Yet Grace Read was poisoned.

But how and with what?

Sir?

Dr. Ogden just sent this
by messenger.

We're to meet her
at The Albany Club

on Colborne Street.

Sir, this is a gentleman's club.

Are you sure Dr. Ogden
meant The Albany?

That's what Higgins wrote down.

Guests of Dr. Ogden's.

What are we looking for, sir?

I have no idea.

Have either of you a light?

Sorry.

- Thank you.
- Not at all.

Julia?

Dr. Ogden, you look like a man.
Like a pretty man.

I had no idea a man's suit
could be so comfortable.

It's delightful
not wearing a corset.

Julia, what on earth
are you doing?

You wanted me to find out what
the basketball team was hiding.

And?

Look around you.

Look closely, William.

Do you recognize any of the men
in this photograph?

The women's basketball team.

Those are women?
My goodness.

Sir, they're
exceedingly convincing.

What are they doing here?
And why dressed like that?

It's a sort of club.

They seek experiences that give
them liberties exclusive to men.

Sir. Look there.

Hello.

It's our man with the cane.

That's enough!

Mrs. Winters.

Mrs. Winters,
if you'll follow me, please.

Where are you taking her?

The rest of you
please have a seat.

I have some questions
about Grace Read's murder.

Doctor.

Yes, Inspector.

Let's talk in my office,
shall we?

You too, Murdoch.

Julia?

You rat.

It's obvious.

This lot
either killed Grace Read

or at least had something
to do with it.

In a Masons lodge?
I don't see how that's obvious.

They did lie to me.

They were afraid.

Most of them have husbands,
fathers -- even mothers --

who would disown them
for doing this.

I don't understand it myself.

The Temperance League.
The Suffrage Association.

Feminists.

And now this --

wearing suits as if dressing
like a man will make them one.

They don't want to be men.
They want to be equal.

No, they don't.

They have no idea
what it takes to be a man.

And trust me, love,
when I tell you

that they couldn't handle it.

Well, have you anything to say,
William?

Yes.

I believe these women
are our best key

to finding out
how and why Grace Read died.

We need to speak with them.

Right.
Let's get on with it.

Have you no opinion
on this matter?

Yes, of course I do.

And yet you just stand there.

Am I in trouble?

Mrs. Winters, I need to know why
you were following Grace.

I wasn't.

I saw you in her boardinghouse.

Only to get the photograph back.

So no one would discover
our secret.

Prior to her death, someone had
been following Grace.

- Was it you?
- No. Not Miriam.

Someone else
was following Gracie.

- Who?
- I don't know.

But she was being followed.

And then when she was murdered,
we were afraid we might be next.

Is that why,
on the night of her death,

you didn't tell us
that Grace was a woman?

Yes.

Plus my husband and all
his brethren were there.

I couldn't risk the
social outrage it might cause.

If dressing as a man
is so outrageous,

why were you doing it?

When Leonard introduced me
to Victor,

I somehow sensed he was a woman.

He...

She opened the door to a world
I had never known.

We lunched together,
and we took long walks.

And the respect
she commanded as a man...

Well, it was so freeing --

in a way that...

...well, that you'll
never understand.

Were you also planning to live
your life out as a man?

Goodness, no.

Victor was the only one
so serious about it.

Gracie didn't care about
marriage or family life

so much as she wanted to have
a career.

But nobody will hire
a female accountant,

so she interviewed
for the position as a man.

- And then she got the job.
- Yes.

And it was so exhilarating
being independent.

But then several weeks ago

she began to feel like
she was being watched.

I mean, at first we thought
she was being paranoid.

Why did you change your mind?

Well, then Miriam saw him too.

Victor and I
were lunching on King Street

when she pointed him out.

Had you seen him before?

No, but I clearly
remember his face

because it was right before
her attack.

What attack?

Oh, it was awful.

Victor took the tiniest bite
of my dessert.

And before I knew
what was happening,

her face grew red.

She lost her breath
for a few moments.

Could the man have put something
in the dessert?

Well, I don't see how.

He arrived after us,

and the bite she took
was from my plate.

There.
That's the man I saw.

I demand to see my wife!

Miriam!

Leonard.
Detective, may I?

Mrs. Winters,
just one more question.

Your dessert --
the one that Grace tasted --

What was it?

Ah, it was
vanilla ice cream croquette.

Rolled in crushed peanuts
and macaroons, I believe.

I see.
Thank you.

Miriam?

What in the world
is going on here?

Who are these people?
Why are you dressed like that?

Leonard, please don't be angry.
These are my friends.

What kind of friends?

It's a club of sorts.
Victor introduced me.

And you kept it from me --

Victor's true nature,
this secret club?

Yes, Leonard, a secret club.

Just like
your secret Masons club

and your secret gentleman's club

and your --
your secret country club.

Miriam, Miriam.
Please.

I never meant
to keep anything from you.

Nor I.

Leonard, please take me home.

This is our mystery man.
Do either of you recognize him?

- No. Crabtree?
- No, sir.

We should show this
to our fellow brethren.

I'll call an emergency meeting.

Where's Dr. Ogden?

I need her help
in testing something.

Another poison?

Not quite.

Peanuts?

You think this she-man
died from peanut poisoning?

It's a possibility.

I can't think
what else it would be.

Ice cream and macaroons
seem even less likely.

So death by peanut
is what you're proposing.

It would be exceedingly rare.

However I have read material

that supports theories
of hypersensitivity to food.

Peanuts are rare enough
on their own,

so to be sensitive to them
seems highly unlikely.

Well, there are no traces
of peanut protein in the wine.

There you go.

Unless...

Unless, we're testing
the wrong piece of evidence.

What if the killer
ground the peanuts

into a fine
liquid-soluble paste,

spread it in the skull --

Then when the wine
was poured into the skull,

it would have mixed
with the peanuts,

becoming lethal to Grace Read.

It's possible.

This mystery man
could easily have learned

of Grace Read's
sensitivity to peanuts

from the attack she had while
lunching with Miriam Winters.

Exactly.

Detective? A word?

What is it, George?

Sir, I had Higgins
look into Elias Boswell.

He has not one
but three bank accounts.

He also has a safety deposit box

which he accessed after almost
every Masonic charity event.

So he was skimming funds
from the lodge.

Yeah, and not just for himself.

He has
a woman of loose character

that he keeps on the side.

- Pays for her apartment.
- Detective.

Oh, and, sir?
Your copies.

Thank you, George.
Good work.

There is peanut residue
in this skull.

Gentlemen, this is
your murder weapon.

A murder weapon that was kept
exclusively at the lodge.

So now we have a Mason
who had access to the skull

and a killer who knew of

Grace Read's sensitivity
to peanuts.

Let's hope
someone recognizes him.

I've never seen him.

Nor I.

Please.
Look closely, brothers.

This could be
Victor Bernard's killer.

Is that...

Yes. It is.

And if I remember the layout
of the second floor correctly,

that's coming
from the Hiram Room.

The morality of our temple
has been tested.

The Great Architect of the
Universe's vengeance is upon us.

Anderson, shut up.

Gentlemen, please step back.

Isn't that the man
that was following Grace Read?

Yes, sir.
I believe it is.

So that's our killer.

It seems so.

According to this,
his name is Francis LaChapelle.

He's a private investigator.

Maybe he was following Grace
at the behest of the killer.

Possibly.

George, find his office.

Go through it
with a fine-toothed comb.

Sir.

Constable.

- Charming to be back here again.
- Doctor.

We found the mace
beside the body.

I assume it to be
the murder weapon.

That would be consistent
with the blunt force trauma

to the back of the head.

There's minimal blood spatter.

It appears it only took
one blow to kill him.

For a religious order,

this temple certainly has
its share of problems.

It's not a religion, Doctor.

A set of beliefs embraced
with ardor and devotion.

Actually, sir,
by definition it is.

Murdoch,
don't be such a smartass.

Sir.

Sir, the door was locked
before we came in, was it not?

I know what you're thinking.

Only one man had access
to the room.

The man who let us in.

Grace Read was onto you,
wasn't she?

She was sniffing around, asking
questions she shouldn't have.

She didn't find anything.

The accounting book is kept
in the Hiram Room, as always.

This Victor --
this Grace woman --

never saw it.

Apparently she did.

And you knew that.

So you put LaChapelle
on the case,

and the two of you killed her
in the lodge.

I've never heard of
this LaChapelle.

LaChapelle was the only one

who knew about your involvement
in the murder.

So you got rid of him too.

Listen to me.

I'll admit
that I've been skimming funds

from the charity fundraiser.

But someone else killed that man
in the Hiram Room.

How did they get inside?

You were the only member present
with access to that room.

That's what we tell everyone,

but anyone can get in
if they know where to look.

Brother Brackenreid, I swear it.

I swear it on the name of the
Great Architect of the Universe.

Great Architect of the Universe.

The code to the combination.

It's written on the floor of the
great room in Masonic cipher.

G-A-O-T-U.
It's an acronym.

"Great Architect
of the Universe."

Grace Read broke the code.

And the code
is the key to the combination.

Yes.

Not much of a secret code,
if you ask me.

So if Grace Read figured out
how to get into the room,

anybody could have.

Including Anderson.

Perhaps he suspected
she was a woman,

had LaChapelle confirm it,
then killed her.

And then what?
Kill LaChapelle for blackmail?

Murdoch, we're going 'round
in circles.

Ah.
Very good, George.

Is this everything
from LaChapelle's office?

Yes, sir. Someone had
definitely been there, sir.

His filing cabinet
had been rifled through.

So if there was anything

indicating LaChapelle
had been investigating Victor...

Most likely stolen.

However, sir, these slides --

I found those buried
deep in another cabinet.

Take a look at this, George.

Sir, it looks like Victor,
and he --

she is sitting
with someone.

Hmm.
Let's find out who, shall we?

Sir, it's Grace Read
and Miriam Winters.

No, George.
It's Victor and Miriam.

And I believe I know
who murdered Grace Read.

Now all we have to do
is trap the killer.

What exactly do you mean,
Brother Crabtree,

when you say you want to
break into the Hiram Room?

It's embarrassing really,
but the room had been locked

before a key piece of evidence
was collected.

Brother Boswell is keeping the
combination close to his chest.

What key piece of evidence?

The murder weapon.

Can you not
force Boswell's hand?

It would be blasphemous

to smash one's way
into any room at the lodge,

never mind the Hiram Room.

When were you planning this?

Sometime tomorrow.

I can see
the constabulary's dilemma.

I don't like this
one little bit.

Brother Anderson, it would
help us catch a killer.

Fine.

Permission granted if you must.

Mr. Winters.

You are under arrest.

How did you know?

This photograph gave it away.

Anyone looking at this picture

would think these two
were lovers.

You did, didn't you?

Yes.

Miriam and I were closer
than any two people could be.

Then she started spending
so much time with that man.

That's when you hired LaChapelle
to follow Miriam.

But he mistook
their relationship

for something else as well,

and your worst fears
were confirmed.

You learned of Victor's
sensitivity to peanuts,

which led to
the poisoning of the skull.

But then you learned
that she was a woman.

Yes.

LaChapelle suspected you
of killing Victor,

so you killed him as well.

I'm so sorry.

But why kill LaChapelle
in the lodge?

He was blackmailing me.

I didn't have the money,
but the lodge did.

In the Hiram Room.

How very ironic, sir,

since this all began with your
concerns over lodge finances.

I could do without the irony.

Leonard Winters?
Where is he?

Leonard?

I can't see her now.

I can't see her face when
she learns what I've done.

Please let me speak with him.

I'll speak with her.

Sit down, Leonard.

Leonard believed that Victor
and I were intimately involved?

He had no idea at the time
that Victor was a woman.

I never should have
kept that secret.

But, then, he never
should have doubted me.

Unfortunately,
his jealousy overcame him.

So because of jealousy

I've lost both the love
of my life and my best friend.

I'm terribly sorry.

Leonard once told me that

the biggest difference
between men and women

was that men
can keep a cool head...

...women cannot.

What do you make of that?

I guess he was wrong.

Am I interrupting?

No.
Just catching up on my reading.

I'm quite interested in this
hypersensitivities to food.

Obviously, to some people, the
peanut can be extremely harmful.

Fascinating.

Is there something you need?

Yes.

I made you angry earlier.

Yes.

I don't know why.

The inspector was being
archaic and thickheaded,

and you just stood there.

Julia, that was your argument.

And for me to jump in as though
you aren't strong enough

to handle yourself
in that situation

somewhat defeats that argument.

Well, I only wanted
your support.

And you have it.

Completely.

But I will not rescue you,
Julia.

Because from everything I know
about you, you don't need it.

Your logic is infuriating.

Not just a little bit winsome?

Perhaps a little.

Good.

Now, would you like to
tell me more

about these food sensitivities?

Yes.

But first I want you to kiss me.

Like a man.