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Sir, I have Ben Hoskins' effects

and his sister is here for you.

Thank you, George. Please bring her in.

Have you found him?

Is that why you asked me to come in?

We haven't found him, no.

We've determined that his mail

from his Toronto rooming house

have been redirected to
a postal box in Bolton.

His timepiece.

This was our father's.

He would never have just left it.

According to a witness,

Ben Hoskins was last
seen October 12, 1909,

in the company of his brother.

His brother?

We don't have a brother.

It's just the two of us.

Detective Murdoch.

I hear you're looking for me.

Who is this?

Ben Hoskins.

Meet me at 17 Tate
Street in ten minutes.

Telegraph, the only news you'll need.

If you got a quarter, a
nickel, dime or a penny!

Chrysanthemums and lilies!

I've got peanuts.

I've got crackers. I've got
Cracker Jacks in packets, oh my!

* Telegraph, the only news
you'll need for this Friday *

* November the 10th *

* The mayor says the budget's tight *

* And a man from Alberta
took a ride on a kite *

* If you got a quarter,
nickel, dime or penny *

* Pass it along *

* You see my mattress
is a cold brick street *

* And I've got more holes
than soles on my feet *

* Chrysanthemums and lilies *

* Two stems for a penny *

* Two dozen for a dime *

* Well, I got peanuts, I got crackers *

* I got Cracker Jacks in packets *

- * Oh my *
- What a buy!

* Get your news for just five cents *

* On November 10th *

Thank you, sir.

* A man trying to fly *

* Just hitched a ride on a kite *

So what? Who cares?

* Well, that's just the kind
of up-and-can-do spirit *

* That defines our age *

* And it makes me think
that anything is possible *

* If we can just step up *

* Bup-bup-ba *

* And take hold of a
dream and cast it up high *

* Like a man out west *

* Setting sail on the tail of a kite *

- Did he die?
- Doesn't say.

Hmm.

Woo-hoo!

Yipee!

* The world keeps *

* Getting better *

* For every step we go down *

* We take two back up *

* And if we fall from the sky *

* Then we'll just keep on trying *

* The world keeps *

* Getting better *

* Why grumble as you stumble past *

* The ground you've got your eyes on *

* When there's so much more to see *

* Above the horizon *

* The world keeps *

* Getting better *

There's been a murder!

* I think he's dead *

* He must be dead *

* He's clearly been shot in the head *

* Just lead the way *

* Ma'am if you please *

* We deal in matters such as these *

* It's as she said *

* He's likely dead *

* If this' the hat, think of the head *

* I see no reason to think
other than what's plain to see *

* He's dead as he can be *

* Dear God, it can't be, it can't be *

* Though my eyes tell me that it is so *

* I'm sorry, George, I know
how you felt about him *

* But you must let go *

* Right now we must commence *

* To gather evidence *

* And hang whoever killed *

* The best man we both know *

* I felt a pulse *

* He's still alive *

* Though I suspect he'll not survive *

* But he's alive *

* Yes, he's alive *

* I'll get the ambulance,
just stay by his side *

Stop!

W-Why?

- Why what, sir?
- Shh!

These could be his last words.

Why is everybody singing?

* You saw him go into
the alley, what time *

- * Just past nine *
- * He didn't hand me *

* So much as a penny *

* I saw him stumble *

* Like he'd tripped on something *

* Oh my heart is still thumping *

* Was there a gunshot *

* Or report of some kind *

* My corns were poppin' *

* These were going off the whole time *

* I heard a loud bang *

* Coming from somewhere inside *

- * This morning *
- * No, last night *

* I want every square foot
touched by every finger *

* Crime is fleet of foot,
but evidence, it lingers *

Right, then.

* Let's get him inside *

* This wagon *

- * Let me through *
- * Let her through *

* Let me through, I need to see him *

* Oh, my William *

I'm fine, Julia. Really.

* What have they done *

Oh!

* Iris responsive and
his pulse is now stable *

- * I'll do the surgery *
- * Are you sure you're able *

- * Your hands are shaking *
- * It's the Earth that keeps quaking *

* But I'll be alright *

* We'll be right here by your side *

* No exit wound which
means the bullet is inside *

* I think I see it *

- Where?
- Right there!

* You can see it
reflected in the light *

You're right.

* It's wedged in his skull *

* I'll be needing a scalpel *

* So no penetration *

* But there's in cavitation *

* Likely fragmentation *

* I'll put a metal plate in *

* First *

* Let's take an... *

* X-radiograph *

* Oh, my love *

* I will do the best I can for you *

* Please stay alive *

* Stay by my side *

I've managed to attach a metal plate.

It's only temporary
until your skull heals.

Yes. You sang all about it.

* I've brought flowers *

* Twenty lilies I bought for a dime *

Bloody hell, woman, what good
are flowers to him at this time?

* I assume that his
eyes will enjoy them *

* But his ears will be feeling disdain *

* As are all those
about forced to hear *

* What comes out of a mouth
not attached to a brain *

- What?
- * Never golly or gadzooks *

* Or blimey or shucks *

* Bloody hell is all you have to say *

In a hospital, no less.

There comes a time when
golly doesn't cut it.

Blimey this and bloomin' that
just get caught in my gullet.

There comes a time when
there's no other way.

* I need to say what
a man needs to say *

* And nothing works as
well as bloody hell *

* Do I ever damn the Lord above *

- Never!
- * Or take his name in vain *

- Hell no!
- * I've thought as much *

* But never have I said it *

* I rarely shout out body parts *

* Or what goes down the drain *

* But bloody's what this mess is *

* And Hell is where I'm headed *

* So I'm just gonna yell *

Bloody hell!

Could we turn our attention to... ?

* There comes a time when
golly doesn't cut it *

* Blimey this and bloomin' that
just get caught in his gullet *

* There comes a time when
there's no other way *

* He needs to say what
a man needs to say *

* I may go too many times *

* To the same well *

* But nothing rings the
bell like bloody hell *

* When Crabtree spouts his daft ideas *

- * And Higgins doesn't have 'em *
- What?

* When my bloomin' wife
provokes me to the limit *

Oh...

* When Murdoch starts
to turn those gears *

* When we've already nabbed 'em *

* When I open up my desk
and there's no whisky in it *

* I'm just going to yell bloody hell *

Oh, come on, Margaret.

You used to cuss
yourself, before you cared

- what people thought.
- Oh, Thomas!

Isn't anyone interested in
finding out who tried to kill me?

* I may go too many times *

* To the same well *

* But nothing rings the
bell like bloody hell *

Fine.

So be it.

I thought I'd find you here.

Someone has to solve this case, Julia.

Have I gone mad?

Well, you were hit in
the head with a bullet.

It may not have entered your
brain, but the shockwave did.

And some skull fragments, as well.

Your mind is bound to be affected.

So all of the singing and dancing

could be some sort of hallucination?

Perhaps all of your
thoughts are being rerouted

through the musical
centre of your brain.

Oh! Who's he? He looks familiar.

Possibly the man who shot me.

Sir, this just arrived for you.

Thank you, George.

- Doctor.
- George.

Oh! Looks like a music box.

Just what I need.

Julia, I believe this is the melody

that I heard when I was shot.

How strange. Who sent it?

Just an address.

17 Tate Street.

It looks unoccupied, sir.

I hear singing.

* Please don't go *

* Stay with me *

* Oh, my love *

* I can feel your heart beating below *

- Julia?
- * My palm *

* Oh, my love *

* I can feel it is weakening *

- * I'm fighting to stay calm *
- Julia?

* Please don't go *

* Stay with me *

* How's he doing now *

* No better, but his eyes are moving *

* If I lift his lids you'll see *

* Please don't go *

* Stay with me *

I'm in a coma.

You're in a coma, sir?

What does that say about us?

We exist only as constructs
of his broken mind.

Bollocks.

Read line three, page 248.

What for?

It's impossible for me to
know what's on the page.

If you exist, you'll be able to read it.

Excellent idea, Julia.

Well, it was yours, actually.

It's bloody rubbish.

So, how do we figure out
who tried to kill you, then?

To start,

I believe this is all connected
to the Ben Hoskins case.

The bloke who vanished two years ago?

Someone claiming to be Ben Hoskins

telephoned me here right before I left.

So, you think this Hoskins
fellow lured you into the alley?

If the caller was indeed him.

Right.

So what do you remember about the case?

Ben Hoskins' sister
reported him missing.

We investigated and
found that Mr. Hoskins

left his rooming house two years prior

without giving notice.

So, either he didn't want to be found...

Or someone did him in.

I was looking through
Mr. Hoskins' daybook

when I received the call.

You're stymied, me ol' mucker.

I'm not going to give up just yet.

Why are we here?

It's the morning of the shooting, Henry.

He does this a lot.

Helps him figure out what happened.

- Oi, there's two of him!
- Shh, shh, shh.

I'm trying to concentrate.

Do you think the shooter gave
those firecrackers to the kids?

Mm. Or left them to be found.

Oh.

That's Maisy Mack. She's
the one who found him.

Ah! There's been a murder!

- No, no. No, sir...
- * What have you found, men *

No, sir. Please!

* A window with a bullet-sized hole *

* Inside a pistol was
discovered in a vent *

* And outside a silencer
was found by the fence *

* He lay in wait for him *

* How'd he get in *

* He used a key *

* Have you checked for fingermarks *

- * We found one *
- * On the barrel of the gun *

- * Check the files *
- * Everyone *

- * We've just begun *
- * Get it done *

* We gotta hang 'em, gotta hang 'em *

* We gotta hang this one... *

What was that all about?

We're just constructs of
your coma world, Detective.

Every word we say is your invention.

So, a window with a bullet hole,

a-a pistol in a vent,

silencer by the fence. Why so specific?

Unless all of the items that
you sang about are actually real?

Sir, perhaps...

when you hear us singing,

that's actually us talking

- in your hospital room?
- Ah!

A conduit from the outside
world mediated by song.

Fantastic.

Oh, I'm calling it a day.

Ah, yes. I believe it's now night.

* Last night at home as I sat weeping *

* I chanced to see her sleeping *

* And I saw your face *

* And in that fleeting moment *

* Our mutual bestowment *

* Filled me with such grace *

* I used to look at us and wonder *

* If our faces become one, dear *

* Whose face would it be *

You must be talking over my bed.

* But our faces became one, darling *

* When the sum of you *

* And me made three *

* I see your twinkle in her eyes *

* I see your dimples, too *

* I hear your giggle *

* Every time I make her laugh *

* I see the corners of your mouth lift *

* When she smiles at me *

* And yet we have no clue
who she'll turn out to be *

* I know you once doubted our chances *

* And you said that our romance
was quite enough for you *

* But our hearts will
beat as one, darling *

* Now the sum of you *

* And me *

* Made three *

It's you.

You tried to kill me.

Who are you?

Who are you?!

William! William!

- William!
- What's happening?

He's having a seizure.

William?

Any change?

His eyes haven't moved
since the seizure.

- Oh, Julia.
- Sir.

Not a good time to visit, lads.

Actually, we've come to see you, sir.

- We've made an arrest.
- What? Who?

The woman who found him, Maisy Mack.

Well, don't just stand there gawking.

* What have you got, men *

* The fingermarks on the gun matched *

* Her late husband, Billy Mack *

* Who Murdoch helped
drop through the hatch *

* We checked her purse *

* In there immersed *

* We found the key *

- * Get a confession *
- * We tried *

* She just shook her head and cried *

* Well, turn the pressure on *

* Get the job done *

* We've gotta hang this one *

Sir.

What are you doing
down there, Detective?

- I saw my shooter.
- You what?

He was dressed as the Grim Reaper.

How do you know it was your shooter?

When he appeared, wind
chimes started to play

the melody I heard when I was shot.

So, who was it?

I have no idea.

As he was pulling his
hood back, I blacked out.

Blacked out? But, Detective,
you're already in a coma.

I suspect I had a seizure.

The moment you were shot,

you turned towards the window.

I didn't see who was inside,

if that's what you're suggesting.

But what if you did, sir?

What if you caught a glimpse so quick...

that part of your brain

registered, but before it could travel

- to your conscious mind...
- I was shot.

And now the part of
your brain that does know

is trying to talk to
the part that doesn't,

and that effort has caused
some sort of... spasm.

In fact, that might be why
you keep hearing that melody.

Your unthinking mind is
trying to communicate...

Bloody hell, Crabtree. Even
Murdoch's only got one mind!

Well, sir, where do ideas come from?

Y-Y-Your thinking mind is
fumbling around in the dark

when suddenly your
unthinking mind just, pop!

Pops an idea right in your lap.

Hmm. George has a point, sir.

I have no memory of my shooter's face,

nor any way to retrieve it.

But I saw Maisy Mack walking toward me,

and she did not have a gun.

And now an innocent
woman will likely hang

while my killer goes free.

- You're not dead yet, me ol' mucker.
- Mm.

It's you! You know I didn't
do this! You have to tell them.

Unfortunately, that won't help.

Sir, Maisy's husband was Billy Mack,

- a man you helped hang.
- Good riddance to him, I say.

And the key to the shooter's room

- was found in Maisy's purse.
- But I didn't put it there.

We know. He's saying you were set up.

But why?

Perhaps whoever shot me knew
they would be a likely suspect.

So, who could that be?

I-I don't know!

Ben Hoskins.

Or whoever killed him.

But I have no way to
find out who that is!

So I'm just going to die?

Sir! Sir, wait!

For who? You?

You're not even there.
I'm not even here.

For all I know, I'm already dead.

- Sir, you're not dead.
- I may as well be.

That's not true! In fact, you might just

be able to solve this case.

And then what?

Shout the truth from the rooftops?

And they'll still hang Maisy Mack.

And sing about it!

Uh, shh...

That melody again.

What does it mean?!

Tell me what it means!

Did you not hear me, George?

It's not real!

None of this exists!

Sir!

Ugh!

- Holy heart of Mary!
- Ah!

Julia.

William!

* Say my name *

* Say my name *

* Open up your eyes and look in mine *

* And say my name *

* I want to hear your voice again *

* Say my name *

- * I have tried, I have tried *
- * Say my name *

* I've shouted your name to the skies *

* In futility *

* I'm just not ready *
*
Say my name, say anything *

- * But goodbye *
- * I hear you talk to me *

* In song, and all I do is sing along *

- * Say my name *
- * In minor key *

* And what's the point in harmonizing *

* If I can't look in
your eyes as I sing *

* If there is a way *

* We must find a way to break through *

* Oh, please don't let
the last few words *

* That we've exchanged *

* Be our goodbye *

* Say my name *

Ah, Julia.

- Sir! Are you all right?
- George, I was out.

I was out of my coma f-for
just a second. But now...

What I don't understand
is how did a figment

of his imagination cause
him an actual injury?

Well, pain is a creation of the brain.

Mm. Phantom limbs feel pain
where flesh no longer exists.

So why did he pop out of his coma?

Well, I suspect his mind
couldn't imagine something

so far out of his experience.

So what now?

It worked before.

Let's try it again.

I don't know about this, sir.

Just do what he says, Higgins!

- What about the car?
- It doesn't exist.

Just like you don't bloody exist!

Now, drive as fast as you can

and knock him into the
real world for good.

Ah! Ah!

Ow...

- William.
- It didn't work.

No.

It appears being struck
by a car at high speed

is something your mind now can imagine.

* How's he today *

* He's much the same *

* But do I understand you've
found the one to blame *

* We have amassed *

* Much evidence *

* And yet she forcefully *

* Proclaims her innocence *

* It's the evidence
that makes me doubt *

* It came too easily *

* There was nothing left to work out *

* At the station house
they think I'm crazy *

* 'Cause I'm just not
sure that it was Maisy *

- * I've had my own thoughts *
- * Do tell me *

- * Not about Maisy *
- * Your theory *

* It's more a question *

* Why was the bullet lazy *

- * Shot from the side *
- * It should pass through *

- * But from an angle *
- * A glancing blow *

* So either from behind *

* Or he was facing right *

* Without his corpse,
it's just hypothesis *

* Without his testimony
we can only guess *

* We wish his eyes could
help see through the haze *

* 'Cause we're just not sure *

* That it was Maisy Mack *

What are you thinking, sir?

Miss Hart was right.

If the bullet had come
from the side at 90 degrees,

then it only would have had
to penetrate a quarter inch.

But it came from an oblique angle,

there's enough skull to
bring the bullet to a stop.

If my head had been turned to the right,

then perhaps the bullet could
have come from the window.

But your head was turned to the left.

Precisely.

So, the shot had to
have come from behind me

in order to create the oblique angle.

Ah.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I know how much that melody bothers you.

It doesn't bother me, George.

It confirms a theory.
Your theory, in fact.

I hear that music every
time I see this face.

Sir, you think Ben Hoskins
is the man who shot you?

No.

I believe it was the man
that the landlady believed

was Ben Hoskins' brother.

Because they look so similar.

Sir, do you think you may have
seen that man before you were shot?

I think I did, George.

In fact...

I saw him twice.

Sir! The man is blind!

Ah!

Ah, that hurts. Help! Help me!

Good Lord.

It's Ralph Fellows!

Hello, Detective.

Huh.

Violin gun with a silencer. Fantastic.

I thought Ralph Fellows was found dead

in the bottom of a vat of acid.

That's what he wanted us to believe.

So whose body was that then?

Ben Hoskins.

Fellows must have
killed him two years ago.

But, sir, why would Ralph
Fellows want to kill you?

He's been living a
free man for two years.

When Rose Hoskins reported
her brother missing,

Ralph Fellows worried that
his freedom was in jeopardy.

He must have realized if he killed you,

we wouldn't rest until
we solved the case,

so he set up Maisy Mack.

The wife of a man I helped hang.

What about the bullet
hole in the window?

It was shot through by Ralph Fellows

the night before using
Mr. Mack's pistol.

He then tricked Mrs. Mack
into coming through the alley

at the same time you were.

Murdoch, Ralph Fellows likely
knows you popped out of your coma.

- He'll want to finish the job.
- Yes, sir.

I intend to free myself.

How will you do that?

By creating a situation
I can't possibly imagine.

Not the car again?

I intend to jump off the
Traders Bank Building.

Sir, a fall from that
height will kill you!

Exactly.

And I can't imagine death.

Sir!

What if this kills you? I
mean, real life kills you?

Guess I'll have to take my chances.

But, sir, it's not just death,

it's suicide. Do Catholics
not believe that's a...

- a hell-bound choice?
- I need to do this, George!

- Why make me doubt?
- You doubt it yourself!

It's your doubts.

I'm not really here.

* Somewhere out there *

* The winds of my fate are blowing *

* And soon they'll take hold of me *

* Now that I'm here *

* I can't say where I'm going *

* But I know where I have been *

* And it was real *

* Every touch, every beat of my heart *

* It's all real *

* And I got to take part *

* If in a moment *

* My moments end *

* I will have no regrets *

* Because I learned the truth *

- * Of the world *
- * All its wonders and secrets *

- * I felt the love *
- * Flowing through *

* All the spaces between us *

* I got to fly *

* I got the girl *

* I watched God's tapestry unfurl *

* I saw the world *

* It's all real *

* And we get to take part *

* I saw the world *

- Oh!
- Oh, dear!

Oh, oh!

My hat.

Sir.

I lost my nerve.

You need to find it again, sir.

I thought you didn't want me to jump?

The situation has changed.

Ralph Fellows is in your room.

* Look at you all alone *

* So far away you're almost gone *

* Think of me as an angel *

* Come to carry you home *

* I swear it won't take long *

* Less than one verse of a song *

* You'll take a final breath *

* Drift away to the great beyond *

* It's such a shame it has
to come to this, Detective *

* But you were getting much
too close to finding out *

* I think you'll find the means
I've chosen quite effective *

* Now just let your breath out *

I can't... breathe.

For heaven's sake,
why is the door locked?

You can't be too careful.

He has petechiae.

Someone's tried to smother him.

Who was in his room?

- * I'm sorry, Doctor *
- No!

* You will join him in a moment *

* But you get to die first *

They can't hear you, sir.

Stop!

Help! Help!

Doctor, are you all right?

George, Ralph Fellows. Stop him.

Lads! Stop that man!

One, two, three.

* Detective Murdoch's back *

* And he is really... really back *

- Higgins!
- You said you were gonna come down.

I can't sing that low.

Sir, we heard about the singing.

I knew you'd pull through, sir.

Detective.

For when you're ready to wear it.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, he's waiting for you.

So, they bring in the big guns, eh?

Well, you wasted your
time. I'm not confessing.

I'm not here to obtain a
confession, Mr. Fellows.

I'm here to formally charge you.

The Inspector felt it would
give me a sense of satisfaction.

Aren't you even just a wee bit curious?

- What about?
- How I did it? All of it!

I know how you did it.

I'm more curious as to why.

Why?

You were about to find
out I'm still alive.

You overestimate our resources.

You could have gone just about anywhere,

and I would never have found you.

As it is, you needlessly
exposed yourself.

And you're going to pay for
that foolishness with your life.

Ralph Fellows, you are hereby charged

with three counts of murder,

seven counts of attempted murder,

eleven counts...

Did you sing when you were in the coma?

I did. We sang together. We harmonized.

How wonderful.

Well, it was a bit lonely,
actually. You couldn't hear me.

Well, I wish I could have.

* Telegraph *

* The only news you'll
need for this Sunday *

* November 19th *

- What is it?
- I hear singing again.

From where?

* Dominican Republic president... *

Do you not hear that?
Am I still in a coma?

No! William.

But you were shot in the head.

Your musical gifts are not a product

of the coma you were
in, but a brain injury.

You must be having a relapse.

Is it so bad?

* Is that the man *

* I thought was dead *

* The one I saw shot in the head *

* Yes, Mrs. Mack *

* That's him indeed *

* Good fortune smiled
on all of us, it seems *

Not this again.

* The world is getting better *

* Just when you think
your world will sink *

* Below the horizon *

* You wake up to find that
there's a new sun a-risin' *

* The world keeps *

* Getting better *

- * I'll second that *
- * Make me a third *

I think it's started raining.

* Better or worse, it'd be a first *

* If you'd stop complaining *

* The world *

* Keeps getting better *

* Each new day *

* Is a love letter *

Oh! * Each new day *

* Is a love letter to the world *

* It just gets better *

* Each new day *

* Is a love letter to the world *

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* I may go too many times *

* To the same well *

- * But nothing rings the bell like... *
- Bloody hell!