All language subtitles for S14E05

We tramp all day,
stopping for lunch of course,

and then we arrive
at the Blackhurst Inn

in time for dinner.

So truly roughing it.

Well, it won't be too grand.

And I just thought it might be
a nice change for us.

We get to relax, enjoy nature.

Coo-ee!

Over here!

Meet new people.

Couldn't we just tramp
to the inn ourselves?

Travelling with other people
will be fun.

We can make new friends.

Well, finally!
We've been waiting for an hour.

Father, please.
It hasn't been that long.

Clair, you're too sweet.

You need to speak up
for yourself.

Priscilla Bantam.

Would you be so kind as to help
me with my valise?

We have to load our own cases

on to this sorry excuse
for a horse?

Yes, father.

Then what
are we paying for?

The day has barely started,
Mr. Ferdinand.

Let us start off on a good foot.

William, this is Mr. Johnson,
our tour guide.

Ah.
Pleasure to meet you.

Mr. Johnson?

You can't be from around here.

My family has lived
here for centuries.

David Johnson is not
my true name.

What is your true name?

- Father. Father.
- Mr. Ferdinand, I believe

your daughter
is looking for you.

Oh.

Have you been a guide
in these parts long?

This is my first summer
working at the inn.

But I know every inch
of this land, of course.

Do you know
all local melanerpes?

That's the genus
of several different

species of woodpecker.

I take it that you do.

Mm.

Please correct me
if I misidentify any birds,

Professor Leamington.

I think we're about ready
to get started.

Um, Mrs. Bantam.

Allow me to introduce you
to my wife, Dr. Julia Ogden.

Ah, let us be on more
familiar terms.

Call me Priscilla.

Do keep your eyes up
for the sharp shinned hawk.

It would be so easy
for amateur bird-watchers

to miss them.

Who are you?

I am a professor of zoology
at the University of Toronto.

I specialize in ornithology.

- Oh, you don't say.

Oh, well, then, it
appears we have an expert here.

I hope Station House 4
is muddling along without you.

I'm certain they are doing
just fine.

It is wonderful to be here.

You know, I could look into
other group expeditions.

We could do this
every other weekend!

Oh, stop.

I'm serious.

Of course, Ruthie quit her job

as soon as she realized
she was with child.

Of course.

Apparently the hospital
directors were quite surprised.

Surprised she lasted this long?

Ruth is a very hard worker.

Of course.

But taking care of a baby
is the hardest work there is,

so Ruth tells me.

She said we'll need at least
three nursery maids.

Three maids? Higgins,
won't that cost a fortune!

Well, my taxi business
is still going strong.

Is it?
Wait a minute.

Didn't Rupert Newsome's wife
give you both bags of money?

Lucinda bought us a house,
but she only gives us

a small monthly allowance.

That woman.

I know.
She's richer than Croesus.

You'd think she would give us
what we deserve.

No, Higgins, that woman!

I'm just wild for gambling.

Care to bet a dollar
that we'll see a beaver dam

in the next half hour?

A dollar for beavers?

Well, let's make
this interesting.

I'll bet you 10 dollars

I can flip heads
10 times on this coin.

That's impossible.
You're on.

No, I don't know anyone in
the Medical Science Building.

Only fellow zoologists.

I see.
Well, I am a surgeon at --

Oh, I think just saw
a long-billed curlew.

They remind me
of the Latham's snipe.

Have you ever seen one?
They're magnificent.

- No, I don't believe I have.
You wouldn't have.

They breed primarily in India.

You know, I read several
ornithology journals

prior to this trip, and one
mentioned that very bird.

- Except it said it lives

primarily in Australia
and Japan.

Well, how did you do that?!

It's all in the wrist.

One more toss.
Double or nothing.

If you insist.

I think you offended
Professor Leamington.

I'm sure he's used
to scholarly banter.

Miss Ferdinand.

Oh, please, call me Clair.

Oh, have you ever done
any fishing, Clair?

- Can't say that I have.
- Your wife is quite interesting.

Have you been married long?

A few years, yes.

Happy ones?

It's a community allotment.

Too many people to count
have access to it.

I spoke to the woman
who dug up the head.

She was last here
three days ago.

Nobody saw anything.

Perhaps the victim
was buried at night.

What have you been doing,
Higgins?

Supervising, sir.

However, my shift is over now,
so I'll be on my way.

Hold your horses, Sorking.

Watts is on a case,
and Murdoch's away.

I want you two to take this.

Us, sir?
Are you sure?

Higgins.

Here, they've got
the rest of the body.

Deep cuts on the ankle.

What does that indicate?

Sir, what if the killer's plan
was to dismember

the rest of the body
but they were interrupted?

Startled by someone?
Very good, Crabtree.

That means there could
be a witness.

Or not.

Eh?

Well, perhaps the killer
just gave up.

I've always thought it would be
a tremendous amount of work

to do a complete
dismemberment.

Isn't it lunchtime already?
I'm starving.

You're in luck, Mr. Ferdinand.

This is the clearing
where we stop for lunch.

Oh.

Not much of a clearing
if you ask me.

- Hey!
- Oh!

Watch it, you oaf!

Are you all right?

Mr. Ferdinand.

You're a cheat!

- Give that back!
- I will not!

And I want my 50 dollars back!

- No, no, no.
- What's all this about?

He has a double-head coin!
That's how he won our bets!

I want my money back!

Now, wait, lady.
I won, you lost.

Hey!
Give me back my coin.

That is my coin,
that is my property.

I demand that you give that back
to me right now!

Perhaps we should find
our own lunch spot.

I think Mr. Johnson
has the lunch hampers.

Oh, I think I can get one
without anyone noticing.

Oh, aren't you sly.

- Ooh.

What was that?

I don't know.

It sounded like it came
from over there.

But I don't see anything.

Sit right here, Father.
Best seat in the house.

Hm.
I saw the lunch hampers.

The sandwiches look inedible.

Well, let me see if I can go
find you some water. Hm?

Very well.

Look out!

William!

- Aaah!
- Are you all right?

No!

He's a lunatic!

And he just attacked me!

I was protecting you.
You could have killed.

I just might die from the injury
you gave me!

Let me have a look.

Oh, well,
it's just a little cut.

Here.

I can clean it up
and bandage it.

You know, I don't think
I've received

the attention
of a female doctor before.

Certainly never one
so beautiful.

Actually, it's not that bad.

You can bandage it up
when we get back to the inn.

Yah!

Let's have some lunch.

Mm.

Miss Hart.

What surprise do you have
in store for me today?

A murder victim in parts.

Buried in a community garden.

Is all the body accounted for?

I believe so.

When can we expect
a full report?

Tomorrow morning.

Can't you start today?

I started early today, which
means I'll be finishing soon.

You wouldn't want shoddy work.

Of course not, Miss Hart.
As you were.

Thank you for understanding.

- Gentlemen.
- Miss Hart.

We shall look forward
to your report tomorrow.

I am off the clock,
Constable.

Good. Because your date is here
to take you out.

Oh. Just in time.

I was thinking tonight we could
go to Le Coq d'Or.

I've heard of that place.

They're not going to let me in.

You're forgetting something
very important.

I've got money.

Money opens every door.

Of course it is a beginner's
mistake to identify

as herring gulls what were
clearly swallow-tailed gulls.

But I won't blame you
for that error.

Are you certain?

Oh, yes, quite certain.

That is it!

You, sir, are a fraud.

Now, I know for a fact
that swallow-tailed gulls

only live in South America,
and they don't migrate.

I know this because my daughter
and I spent three months

this spring
bird watching in Peru.

Are you suggesting that
I've misidentified that bird?

Well, I find it curious
that I, a layman,

know more about
that bird than you.

Mm. The president of
the university

happens to be
a good friend of mine.

When we get back to Toronto,
I'm going to tell him

what a buffoon you are.

Um...

Buffoon?

I read this inn has excellent
dinners and feather beds.

I thought you said this trip
wouldn't be too grand.

Well, it's no tin of beans
and a cold mat on the ground,

but it'll do.

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Oh, dear.
- Don't touch her!

- Father.
- Keep your hands

- to yourself, sir.
- I-I was only --

I saw what I saw!

Well, Collins, wasn't it?
The groundskeeper?

I remember you from last year.

I believe this young man was
merely assisting your daughter,

Mr. Ferdinand.

You might not know much,
Mr. Murdoch, but you must know

that you can't let a man
like that take liberties.

- Father, enough.
- Uh...uh...

It's quite a place you
have here, Mr. Hagar.

Well, I'm glad
you think so.

I've run this place
for 20 years.

And some folks,
like Mr. Ferdinand

and his daughter,
come back every summer.

Do they?

I got the distinct impression
that the trip thus far

hasn't been up to
Mr. Ferdinand's standards.

Oh, um, that's just his way.

Did I hear my name?

Oh, we were just saying
that you've been our guest

for over a couple of years now.

Ugh, I don't know
why I keep coming.

And I hope this year,
the bed doesn't sag.

You have the best in the house.

Eh. I'll see everyone
in the morning.

I'm heading upstairs, as well.
Good night, everyone.

Well, what does everyone say
to a game of hearts, hm?

I'm in.

Oh, actually,
I'm feeling quite tired.

Shall we?

You read my mind.
Good night.

Well, it looks like
it's just you and I, Mr. Hagar.

I'm game if you are.

Ahh.

Alone at last.

What do you say tomorrow morning
we take a canoe out

and do some discovering
on our own?

Perhaps we could find
that swallow-tailed gull

that's mysteriously
made its way to Canada.

And prove
that professor right?

Not on your life.

- Help! Help! Someone!

Mr. Collins?

What's the matter?
Are you hurt?

It's Mr. Ferdinand!

He's...

- He's...

He's dead.

What were you doing in
Mr. Ferdinand's room?

I wasn't. I was turning
down the lamps in the hall.

I thought I heard something
coming from this room,

a scuffle, a voice.

So you knocked on the door?

No, sir.

Mr. Ferdinand's made his
feelings toward me quite clear.

I didn't think he'd want me
asking after him.

I see. What then?

I heard glass breaking.
That's when I tried the door.

It was open, I entered, and...

Did you see anyone else?

I may have seen someone
climbing out the window.

But I couldn't be sure,
it was too dark.

Right. Thank you.

Is there a constabulary
near here to the inn?

They're about a half a day's
riding away.

They don't have an automobile,
as far as I know.

See if you can find someone
to can contact them.

And no one is to leave here.

Yes, Detective.

- William.
- Yes?

He was stabbed in the abdomen
with a thin, sharp blade.

Deep enough to puncture
the inferior vena cava.

He would have died very quickly.

So, just before Mr. Collins
entered the room?

Or just shortly after.

Ordinarily, I'd begin by asking
who would wish the victim dead.

But in Mr. Ferdinand's case,

it may be easier to ask
who didn't wish him harm.

Hm.

I had to slip the maitre d'hotel
five dollars,

but I hear the broiled quail
is worth it.

I'll have that, then.

Ah, yes. Uh...

We'll start with the coquille
of crab, followed by the...

Pardon me.
We're out of that.

Oh. Uh, well, then we'll start
with the oysters en brochette.

We're out of that, too.

All of the oysters.

Really, sir,
we're out of everything.

- Everything?
- Unfortunately.

Impossible.

Go to the kitchen and tell us
what you do have.

There must be something.

You heard the lady.

I can't believe this.
This is an outrage!

Higgins, I thought I told you
to clean this up.

Well, I can't just put it away.
It's not finished.

That's how jigsaw puzzles work.

Yes, I know that.
So, why don't you finish --

What the bloody hell
is that doing there?

Put it away!

Sir, the way that a jigsaw
puzzle works is that --

I know how a jigsaw puzzle
works, Higgins.

Margaret saw one at our
neighbor's house a while back,

so of course
she had to have one.

Oh. What was the picture
on the front?

I don't bloody know!
It's a pastime for ladies.

Oh, no, sir.
It's for everyone.

It's not for constables
in a station house.

Now, get rid of it.

Sir, right away.

Uh, I've been to the morgue.

I have Miss Hart's report.

Good, I'll take a look.

By her estimation, the victim
was killed late afternoon

two days ago
and buried between midnight

and 3:00 in the morning
before the gardener dug her up.

Excellent work, Crabtree.

Higgins, what have you
been up to?

Did you find out
the identity of the victim?

No, sir. I've been through
her possessions,

but there was nothing
to identify her.

A reticule.
Anything in this?

Just a receipt.

A delivery slip.
With an address on it.

Probably hers.

And you didn't think
this was of any relevance?

Come on, Higgins.

Helmet, Higgins!

Tonight, you and me.

Perhaps.

- Promise me --
- I have to go.

- Well, he won't know.
- Someone's here.

Miss Ferdinand.

We're terribly sorry
about your father.

I wanted to tell you
both something.

When I came down this morning,
I passed Mrs. Bantam

on the stairs,
and she was counting some money.

Do you think she stole it
from your father?

I don't want to say.

It's probably nothing, but she
was very angry with my father.

Hm. Thank you for telling us.

You don't think that she...

We'll speak with Mrs. Bantam.

Could you tell me a little bit
more about what happened?

Mr. Hagar won't allow me
to see my father's room.

It's probably for the best.

Are you all right?

I just can't believe
that my father is dead.

Carry on, Whitnow.

Ah, any luck with the address?

Well, sir, we found
the victim's name.

Miss Emily Bishop.

We spoke to her neighbor, sir.

Miss Bishop never had
any visitors.

Apparently she just kept
to herself.

Maybe she fell in
with a bad lot.

Or maybe she was the bad lot.

Look what we found
when we searched her room.

This account book is from
the office where she worked.

Why would she have taken those?

What are you implying?

Did you
somehow obtain the money

you had lost through wagers
to Mr. Ferdinand?

Be direct, man.

Are you asking if I killed
Mr. Ferdinand

and took back my money?

You were seen this morning
counting some money.

What of it?
I have rather a lot.

All right, tell us
what happened last night.

You went upstairs, you were
in your room alone all night?

Do you want to picture me
in my boudoir, Detective?

Please answer the question.

Yes, I was in my room.
I didn't leave it all night.

And I would hardly kill someone
for cheating me

out of the paltry sum of $50.

Thank you, Mrs. Bantam.

You didn't really answer
the question.

Were you alone?

We are ladies, aren't we?

Let's be discreet.

Well, there's
definitely more to the story

than Mrs. Bantam is telling us.

But I don't know if the truth

will have anything to do
with Mr. Ferdinand's death.

But what could her motive be?

She didn't seem that upset
about the money she'd lost.

Yes, but all kinds of people

can have moments
of murderous impulse.

I have a feeling Mr. Ferdinand's
murder was not

committed on impulse.

There it is.

As I suspected -- saw marks.

I wish I'd seen that earlier.

Could they have cut the branch
and then remained in the tree?

Perhaps they waited for
Mr. Ferdinand

to be underneath.

Surely they would
have been seen.

The other possibility is that
is was cut

three-quarters
of the way through

and then they let gravity
do the rest.

Hello, Miss -- Uh, Miss...

Irwin.

Um, we're here to inquire
about Miss Bishop.

She is the accountant.

Well, I'm afraid
to say she's dead.

She's been murdered.

Huh.

You don't say.

Leave it to Emily
to get murdered.

What a go-getter.

Um, we found files
and account books from

this office in her home.

Emily never stopped working,
even nights and weekends.

Can you believe that?

Who brings work home with them?

Hm.
That is strange.

Miss Irwin, we couldn't have
a word with the owner, could we?

Uh, yeah, I'll get him.

That's terrible.

Why would this happen?

Miss Bishop was
such a hard worker.

Now what am I going to do?

Do you of know of anyone
who may have wished

Miss Bishop ill?

No, all she did was work here.
It was her whole life.

We did find files
from your office in her home.

I told her not
to do that!

Those are
confidential documents.

I am the main supplier
of medical equipment

for all the hospitals
in Toronto.

There are many other men
vying for my contracts.

Anybody particular in mind?

Derek Winslow.
My main competitor.

He's been trying to
take me down for years.

Is it possible Miss Bishop
was planning to sell information

to Mr. Winslow?

And then he
killed her for it?

It doesn't seem likely
for either of them.

But, stranger things
have happened at sea.

I read in Maclean's
magazine that now there are

wilderness camps for girls.

Oh, do you wish there had been
those when you were a girl?

Even if there were, I don't
think I would have been allowed.

Little Julia Ogden, covered
in mud and mosquito bites.

You would have hated it.

Perhaps you're right.

But I do love it
when we go camping.

Well, staying at a beautiful inn
is hardly wilderness survival.

This is the wilderness,
William, is it not?

Well, the bed certainly
looked comfortable.

It's a shame
we hardly slept in it.

Poor Mr. Ferdinand.

First, a tree branch
almost kills him...

We now know there was
a first attempt on his life.

That narrows down our list
of suspects.

Well, that would mean that it
couldn't have been anyone

in our travel party.

No, someone already at the inn
who travelled

to the lunch area and then back.

Mr. Hagar?

I don't think he could have
climbed the tree.

Well, that only
leaves George Collins.

Yes, we'll have to interview him
when we get back.

Perhaps there's a previous
history between the two men.

Wait, William.

Is that Mr. Collins?

Is he alive?

I'm afraid not.

He died from a heavy blow
to the head.

There are shards in the wound
but I can't tell what they are.

No attempt to hide the body.

Perhaps the killer
was interrupted.

If someone did come along,
they would have seen the body.

Mr. Collins' horse is packed.
He was leaving.

So, he killed Mr. Ferdinand,
and then intended to flee?

But then, who killed him?

Well, now.

Julia.

It's heavy and large enough.

And it would account
for the shards in the wound.

A salt lick.

I believe we've found
our murder weapon.

William.

"R.L."

Professor Leamington.

Do you think he killed him?

What reason would he have
to kill a groundskeeper?

You and the missus
would be better off

having a baby girl.

Why's that, sir?

Well, I brought up two boys.

I'd imagine it's easier.

Sugar and spice
and all that kind of thing.

Ruth says that whether the baby
is a boy or a girl,

she wants the middle name
to be Roger after her brother.

As long as the name is all the
child gets from Roger Newsome.

Hm?

That's my sky bit.
Give it here.

Sir, I'm doing the edge pieces.

Give it there.
It's for my pile!

Crabtree?

Sir, I've just been
to the office

of Winslow Medical Supplies
and spoke to Mr. Winslow.

The competitor that
Mr. Graham mentioned.

He says he's never heard
of Miss Bishop,

and I'm inclined to believe him.

He is keen to unseat
Mr. Graham,

but seems to me
to be on the level.

So you don't think
Mr. Winslow tried to buy

any official documents
off Miss Bishop?

I don't think so, sir.

Not to mention he has an alibi
for the night in question.

What about Mr. Graham?

Her boss?

He seemed to like her.

Maybe that's the problem.

He tried it on,
and she rejected him.

Well, I had thought of that
already, and I've been

by the house, questioned
each of the family members,

they all gave him an alibi.

Good work, Crabtree.

At least one of you
is on the case.

Sir, our leads are all dead.
The case is a dud.

You can't just give it up,
Higgins.

Start with what you know.

Other than her name and address,
we don't know anything.

She has no family,
no friends that we could find.

The two suspects we did find
both have alibis.

I am bedeviled, sir.

She didn't just
dismember herself

and fall into the garden.

I mean, somebody did it.

And they did a terrible job,
as well.

Higgins, you're right.

They did a terrible job.

With me. With me.

Ah, peace at last.

- Why are we back here?
- Just trust me.

There are
other restaurants.

Not like this one.

You're back.
How interesting.

I hope you haven't run out
of food again.

I'm afraid so.

This restaurant was
very poorly run.

That will change starting now.

I'm sorry, sir?

As of 12:00 this afternoon,

I am the new owner
of this restaurant.

And we will no longer require
your services.

And anyone who has a problem
is invited to leave.

Did you really just buy
this restaurant?

Indeed I did.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Professor.

Is this about those
awful murders?

I've already said, I don't know
anything about that.

We found something of yours
in the stable.

Next to George Collins' body.

I've never seen that before
in my life.

It's monogrammed
with your initials.

So it is.
But what does that prove?

Mr. Ferdinand questioned your
credentials, did he not?

I heard him say that he was
going to tell the president

of the university
that you were --

A buffoon?!

The nerve of that man,

thinking he knew more
about birds than I did.

Did you have George Collins
kill Mr. Ferdinand?

And then when he took fright
and wanted to flee,

did you kill him, too?

Enough!
I haven't killed anyone.

Then why was your handkerchief
in the stable?

I can't say.

Well, then, Professor,
you leave me no choice

than to arrest you
for the murder --

Wait. No.

All right, I was in the stable.

But I never saw Mr. Collins.

Why were you in there?

I couldn't possibly divulge
that information.

Need I remind you that two men
are dead, Professor?

I was with Priscilla.

Mrs. Bantam.

We went there
to get some privacy.

Detective!

Apologies for being so direct,
Mrs. Bantam.

I should think so.

Were you alone
with the Professor today?

Yes. In the stables.

I've always adored horses.

Did you see George Collins
while you were in the stables?

The professor and I, if you
must know, were in the hayloft

when that young man came in
and began saddling his horse.

We climbed down
the ladder outside.

Quite fun.

And were you also
with the professor

last night, in your room, when
Mr. Ferdinand was murdered?

Aren't you an inquisitive one?

Yes, we were together.

Thank you, Mrs. Bantam.

Detective?

I think your wife suffers
from indiscretion.

I assure you I do not have
the same problem.

Why did the killer
do such a lousy job, Higgins?

I mean, consider where we are.

- Toronto?
- Yes, exactly.

The garden where Miss Bishop
was buried is right there.

But just a block this way,
there's a construction site

where they're
pouring foundations.

The killer could have dumped
the body in the concrete pit.

Well, that would've been smart.

And just a street over this way,

there's a manufacturing
plant for acid.

They could have dumped
the body in the acid,

never to be seen of again.

And just another street beyond
that, there's a glue factory.

Do you see what I'm saying?

Why the garden?

Well, of all the places
you just mentioned,

it would have still be fairly
hard to dispose of a body.

The garden, it's right there.

So why the shallow grave?

Have you ever tried
to dig a grave?

It's not as easy as you think.

I've done my share
of digging, Henry.

So you're suggesting the killer
had both a powerful animosity

towards Miss Bishop
and was also incredibly lazy.

I'm suggesting
our killer possessed

both those inclinations
and lived very close by.

That's Miss Irwin!
Her co-worker!

Could she have hated
the hard working

Miss Bishop that much?

I've just searched
David Johnson's room.

The tour guide.
He also cares for the stables.

Where George Collins was killed.
What did you find?

A letter.

"David, I saw you leave
Mr. Ferdinand's room.

I know you killed him.
Give me $50, and I won't tell."

Signed George.

George Collins was
blackmailing him?

Mr. Johnson, a word.

Julia, you stay here.

William, he's fleeing!

I'm going after him.

David Johnson,
reign in your horse!

- Just let me go.

I'm a Police Detective.
You're coming with me.

Why did you run?

Does it matter?

I know that look.

You've already made up
your minds.

Why do you say that?

I've been in jail before.

For something I didn't do.

I know how it works.

What can you tell us
about this letter?

I've never seen it before.

It was addressed to you
from George Collins.

What reason would I have to kill
Mr. Ferdinand?

This is my first summer
working here.

I only met him yesterday.

He was a horrible man,
but the world's full of 'em.

I do question motive.

This letter would suggest
that you killed Mr. Ferdinand.

You were then seen leaving his
room by Mr. Collins,

who then attempted
to blackmail you.

I never got this letter.

And why would he try
and blackmail me for money?

He knew I didn't have any.

Miss Irwin,
given that your apartment

still has several traces
of the crime, this interview,

I suppose, is little more
than a formality.

I didn't do it.
You can't prove it.

Someone else killed her.

Somebody else
killed her in your apartment?

Miss Irwin, it was you.
It had to be.

I am not saying another word.

George, let me take this.

Miss Irwin, I think I know
what kind of person

Miss Bishop was.

- Oh, really?
- Mm.

Always the first to arrive,
last to leave,

taking files home.

Made you look bad.

She would always chide me
for not keeping my desk clean.

I hated her!

She even came to your apartment
to boss you around.

Can you believe that?

Did you get into a fight?

She just went on and on about
how I should work

as hard as her
and how I was so lazy.

I got up from my chair and ---

You hit her?

You were pushed to the edge,
weren't you, Miss Irwin?

Your nerves were shot.

And every day you would go to
work and have to watch

little Miss Perfect
working so hard.

When a person goes to their job,
they do not want to see that.

Exactly.

No, you want to come
in a few minutes late,

leave a few minutes early,
and when you're off the clock,

you do not want to think
about work.

She wouldn't stop.

I just pushed her.

She hit her head on the mantle,
and there was blood everywhere.

She died right there
on my floor.

And then...

And then I had to get rid
of her, and that was...

- Hard work.
-...hard work.

All right, I think
I've heard enough.

Higgins, why don't you
take Miss Irwin down

to the holding cells.

That is, if it's not
too much trouble.

No, not at all.

I still have at least an hour
on my shift.

Come on, Miss Irwin.
No point making a fuss.

I think Mr. Johnson
is telling the truth

when he says that he's
never seen that letter before.

I agree.

Which got me thinking that
perhaps he didn't write it.

You think someone else wrote it
to try and frame Mr. Johnson?

I had a search in Mr. Collins'
room for a sample

of his handwriting.

And you found something.

"My darling, we will be
together forever soon."

It's the same handwriting
as the letter to Mr. Johnson.

But it's addressed to the inn,
and the intended recipient

was Mr. Collins.

"Greetings from Peru."

You, sir, are a fraud.

Now, I know for a fact
that swallow-tailed gulls only

live in South America,
and they don't migrate.

I know this because my daughter
and I spent three months

this spring
bird watching in Peru.

- Don't touch her!
- Father!

Sir, I was only
helping the lady.

Collins, wasn't it?

Keep your hands to yourself!

Clair Ferdinand
and George Collins were in love.

Her father would never have
let them be together.

So George Collins killed
Mr. Ferdinand.

Mr. Collins stabbed
Mr. Ferdinand,

and then, to make sure
he wasn't a suspect,

he made himself a witness.

Help! Help! Someone!

We need to find Clair.

Ah, Professor, have you
seen Miss Ferdinand?

Oh, yes, I heard her say
she was going for a walk.

Right, Julia, you stay here.
I'll find her.

Clair?

Miss Ferdinand!

Fancy a young woman like that
enjoying such a violent sport.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't
let her go out alone,

but I thought it would
be good for her.

Fresh air, thrill of the hunt.

Are you talking about
Clair Ferdinand?

Yes. She went out with
my hunting rifle.

Clair?

Clair?

Miss Ferdinand?

I just need to speak with you.

Did you know what George Collins
was planning?

Clair?

Miss Ferdinand.
I found you.

If you don't mind,
I'm hunting.

Put down the gun, Clair.

Detective Murdoch and I
just want to talk to you.

I didn't do anything.

That's enough, Clair!

It's over!

My father is dead.

What do you want from me?

Your lover is dead, too.

And it was your doing.

You're coming with us.

We found the blackmail
letter you wrote.

Your plan to frame David Johnson

for George Collins' murder
didn't work.

Tell us what happened.

My father hated George.

We could have never
been together.

So George Collins murdered him?

I didn't want him to.

When he told me what he'd done,
I was shocked.

I could never be with him
after that.

He went wild.

I had no other choice.
Everything happened so fast.

And that's when you hit him
with a salt lick?

I just wanted to get away.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I didn't mean for any of this
to happen.

That's a very sad story.

Unfortunately, I'm not one
for romantic fiction.

You planned with George Collins
to murder your father.

You showed him precisely
where to sit

so that he would be hit
by the tree branch.

Aaah!

Aah!

You stayed up late
playing cards with Mr. Hagar

so that you would have an alibi.

You even tried to implicate
Mrs. Bantam, but it didn't work.

George Collins was worried the
two of you would be found out.

And he wanted to run.

But you knew it would
make you both look guilty.

You panicked,
and you killed him.

I will never forgive myself
for what I've done to George.

But I'm happy that
my father is dead.

You wanted your lover
and your inheritance.

Shame you won't be able
to spend it behind bars.

I've just been to the cells
to check on Miss Irwin.

Yes, well, I've been hard
at work, as well.

You haven't filled out the
incarceration forms, have you?

Not quite.

And you haven't cleared away
this infernal jigsaw puzzle.

I told you I can't until --

I know, I know,
until it's finished.

You know what?

I'm going to finish it,
then it can go back in the box.

Well, if you insist.

What's the point of this,
anyway?

At least with a word puzzle,
you're using your brain.

Here, you're just reassembling
a picture.

Why does everything
have to have a point?

Jigsaws are just fun.

Right. Until you can't finish it
and get bored.

Precisely.

Too much work.

You know, Higgins,
I see an affinity

that you share with Miss Irwin.

Oh?

Yes, you're both lazy as lords.

But I would never
kill you, George.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

That would double my workload.

Well, you'll never
finish it like that.

Come to lunch with me.

Somewhere new.

No. I'm busy.
You go, though.

Your restaurant needs you.

I'm tired of it.

Once I fired that man,
it wasn't so fun anymore.

You really do, don't you?

Do what?

Work with dead bodies.

Does it disgust you?

It's gruesome.

Ah.

I'm glad we didn't have
to escort

Miss Ferdinand back ourselves.

Those two local
constables seemed glad

to have to go to Toronto.

And Mr. Hagar didn't mind
lending us all this

camping equipment?

Not at all.

Well, William,
you got what you wanted.

A private camping trip.

I'm sorry our little holiday
didn't go as planned.

It can be fun
to meet new people.

But I think we'll have more fun
on our own.

Ah, ah, oh!

William!