All language subtitles for S14E07

Ah-ha! Julia!

A decrepit factory?

You sound surprised.

Last time we did this,
you took me to Chez Pierre.

Julia, it was your riddle
that brought me here.

This is the riddle
you sent to me.

I sent no such thing.

Likewise.

It would appear someone
is playing a prank.

And how would they know
about our game?

Hello?

Hello?

Where is everybody, Higgins?

Detective Murdoch said he was
out on a personal matter

and Detective Watts
went to investigate a corpse

found in a sewer off
Queen Street.

- What about Crabtree?
Ah.

He got a telephone call from
Detective Murdoch and then left.

- Higgins-Newsome.
Watts, please.

I'm sorry, sir.

Detective Watts is
at the scene of a crime.

- Who is it?
- Ah, it's Detective Murdoch.

- He wants Watts.
- I'll take it.

Murdoch?

Meet me at
Kirkham's factory in 10 minutes.

Do not tell anyone
where you're going.

What's this all about?

10 minutes.

Ah! Ah!

William?

Ow. William?

William?

Julia!

Hello?

Sir?

Hello?

- Aaah!

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Julia!

Are you alright?

No. I hit my arm.

Where are we?

We must be on the plating floor.

I-I can hear the dynamo running.

Dynamo?

This was an
electroplating facility.

It would have required
high-voltage direct current.

Why would it be running?

I thought this building
was being demolished?

Hm. "Jail under God."

What?

It's a message on the wall
surrounded by switches.

I have the same, only mine says
"I can wholly murder him."

Oh.

Anagrams do you think?

Jail under God is an anagram

for Dr. Julia Ogden.

Mine must be your name.

William...

Henry...

Murdoch.

Inspector!

Ah! Bloody hell.

Are you alright?

Where's Murdoch?

Sir.

My murder.

Hornets.

So, what now?

- Hello?
- Hello?

Are you ready
to play the game?

To leave your room,
you must first solve a riddle.

Do you understand?

Who is this?

Yes, we understand.

What is this all about?

With every clue,
the voltage doubles.

With every guess,
the voltage doubles.

With every quarter hour
that passes...

Yes, yes!
The voltage doubles.

Clue number one --

Without you,
it's as if I'm covered in gold.

- What am I?

This is the worst prank ever!

Did Detective Murdoch
call you also?

He telephoned for Watts,
but I took the call.

What the bloody hell's
he playing at?

Murdoch?

To leave your room,
you must first solve a riddle.

Do you understand?

No.

With every clue,
the rotation doubles.

What?

With every guess,
the rotation doubles.

With every quarter-hour
that passes...

What are you on about?
Who is this?

What bloody rotation?

Clue number one --

Without you,
it's as if I'm covered in gold.

What am I?

What are you?

- What --

I'm buggered if I know.

Sir?

Covered in gold.

Gilded?

I am gilded?

Could it be that simple?

I don't think so.

Who is "you"?

And why the qualifier
"it's as if"?

Gilded-ish?

Ow! Ah!

- What happened?
- I got a shock from the table.

That must be what he meant
by voltage.

The table is acting
as a charged capacitor.

Just stay away from the table
and you should be fine.

We're going to need
another clue.

I know.

So it's hanging by a thread
attached to something

rotating in the ceiling.

- A trophy.
- What?

That's what's covered in gold.

Is this about me
fumbling the ball

at last year's police games?

Sir, they said "you."

There's two of us.
"You" could be me.

I suppose it could mean
the letter "U."

There's no "U" in trophy,
Crabtree.

It's trophy!

Sir -- wait!

The answer is trophy.

Incorrect.

Would you like another clue?

Like another clue?

- Go on.
Clue number two --

mixed up without it,
I become ugly.

Mixed up without "it."
What's "it?"

Bloody Watts.

Why couldn't he have
taken Murdoch's call?

No offense, Crabtree.

None taken, sir.

Seems to be a male.

Dead about a year,
based on the decomposition.

We found this in the skeleton.

Who found him?

Miss Cherry.

Do you normally take strolls
through abandoned back alleys?

I was investigating
an unrelated matter.

How do you know it's unrelated?

I received a tip that a
restaurant was serving dog meat

and disposing of the bones
into the storm drains.

Woof.

Detective...

found this in his wallet.

Promissory note.

Hm.

Mixed up without it,
I become ugly.

What am I?

Are we looking for an object?

A person?

Is it even a noun?

The first clue would suggest
that it's an adjective.

- Ow!

I wasn't even touching it.

It must have arced.
Are you alright?

Whoever's behind this, I want
them charged with assault.

You hear that?

With assault!

It was a different table.

Oh!

The current must be shifting
from table to table.

There are eight tables in all,
correct?

Not counting the middle, yes.

Alright.
One wire for two tables.

I have an idea. Keep still.

"Mixed up without it,
I become ugly?"

It makes no bloody sense!

Sir, I think our efforts
would be best spent

dealing with the hornets
directly.

You think we should negotiate
with them?

Sir, whoever set all of this up
was expecting Detective Watts.

Oh, I see.

You think that I'm too dimwitted
to solve the riddle.

Sir, we are both too dim-witted.

So, what's your plan?

Well, sir, you are
a substantial sort.

Substantial?

Be careful what you say next,
Crabtree.

Sir -- stout. Well-built.

Well-built. Hm.

And you wear an undershirt,
do you not?

- What of it?
- Sir, I'm thinking...

Uh!

If we took your undershirt,
tied off the ends,

I think there would be
room enough

to hold the hornet's nest,

if we could chop it down
and catch it.

Every telephone has
two magnets inside --

one in the receiver

and one in the earpiece.

How are magnets
going to help us?

An electrical wire
creates a magnetic field

proportional to its current.

Now, the magnet's deflection
will tell us

which of the tables
is being charged.

Ah, move to the west side
of the room.

- Ow!

Julia, you're north.

I told you to go west!

How am I supposed to know
which way is west?

Well, now you know.

The voltage is going
to double any moment!

I know. We're going to need
another clue.

Clue three.

Clue number three --

Paul said you were me
before you were born.

Oh! For Pete's sake!

Who's Paul?

Ah -- move north.

There are still gaps.

Well, we'll just have
to move quickly.

Oh, this is going
to be impossible!

Sir, no --
you stay in one place.

I'll try to land it.

Not bloody likely.

Well, you have a better idea?

No, I don't!

- Julia!
- I'm alright.

It discharged
through the center table.

Julia, for it to arc
that distance would require

a million volts.

If it hits you,
it could kill you.

Aah!

Oi! Are you ready?

Do it!

Got it!

Hyah!

Well, that was good.

- Ow!
- Oh, sir.

It was about to sting you.

Right, then.

So how do we get out of here,
then, bugalugs?

Clues, sir.

We need more clues.

"You were me
before you were born."

What does that mean?

Perhaps it's biblical.

Move North!

- Biblical?

As in -- As in Paul the apostle?

Possibly.

Ah -- move east.

Paul.

Did he say, "You were me
before you were born"?

Not directly.

Perhaps it's to do
with original sin?

After all, it's the state
we were in before we were born.

Ah, move West.

- Ah!
Sin.

Guilt. Guilty!

William, that's it.

It fits all of the clues.

Guilty!

I am guilty!

Very good, Julia.

Ah. Dear God!

Paul said, "You were me
before you were born."

Who's Paul?

I don't know any Pauls.

Next!

Clue number 4 --

I exist whenever one pleads
that I do not.

What am I?

Next.

Clue number 5 -- No one can
see that you are me.

But soon they will.

Just wait and see.

At least that one rhymes.

- Next.
Clue number 6 --

When the tea was gone, you left.

So, gee, I left as well.

Why 'n 'ell are the others
remaining?

How would we bloody know?

- Ne--
- No, sir. Wait!

Those words were letters.

Ah! You're doing riddles now.

Ah, what did they say?
Ah...

When the "T" was gone, "U" left.

So "G", "I" did, too.

Y and L are the others
remaining.

It's not a question.
It's a statement.

"Y" and "L."

So these letters spell a word?

Sir, "Mixed up without I-T,
I'm U-G-L-Y.

Without "it."

We must be on the right track.

Guilty.

It's guilty.

Guilty.

The answer is I am guilty.

Who needs Watts, Crabtree?

Dear lord!
What is this room?

I don't think we should
stay in he--

Murdoch? Doctor Ogden!

Sir. George. George! George!

What are you two doing here?

You told us to come.

I did not.

I talked to you.
On the phone.

You called me, as well, sir.

What exactly did he say?

You told me to come
to the Kirkham factory

and not to tell anybody
where I was going.

It must have been an edited
recording of my voice.

We were tricked into
coming here, as well.

By whom?

I don't know, but whoever it is
has clearly targeted the police.

What about Dr. Ogden?

Well, perhaps it's to do
with a case you helped solve?

Maybe it's someone
we know personally.

Our captor certainly
has very personal information.

Has James Pendrick invented
a potion that turned him evil?

Sirs, I think it's quite obvious
who's behind this.

- Who?
- James Gillies.

- George, James Gillies is dead.
- Is he?

His brain is in a jar
on my desk.

Yes, exactly!

In formaldehyde,
perfectly preserved.

What if somebody in the future
takes that brain

and transplants it
into another living being?

That person would then --
ipso facto -- be James Gillies.

And wouldn't it be just like him
to invent a time machine

and come back to this moment
to torment us further?

Do you ever have a day off,
Crabtree?

Alright.
Well, if we make it out of here,

at the very least,
we're getting rid of that brain!

Can I have my notebook back,
please?

Ah, sir, I spoke
with Frank Hoover.

He's on his way in.
He remembers writing the IOU.

Who did he write it to?

Yes.

A man named Phineas Smith
from Weston.

Phineas Smith.
I know that name.

He was a witness
in the Osbourne robbery case.

The Osbourne robbery case?

Wasn't that...

I was interviewing an eyewitness
in the Osbourne robbery case.

I left here at 1:30.

It was an hour ride to his home.

We spoke for 20 minutes.

An hour ride back and spent
the rest of the day

here at the station house.

Mm.

Hm.

Our victim was
Detective Murdoch's alibi

in the murder
of Raymond Huckabee?

Ralph Fellows is currently
on trial for that murder.

My goodness.
I didn't know that.

Yes? Can we help you?

I'm Frank Hoover.

This bloody door's not budging.

We're definitely locked in.

The drain has been
cemented shut.

Look, William!
It's your camera!

How did they get that here?

He's watching us.

Why are all these holes
in the wall?

I don't know, but these walls
have been recently constructed.

Especially for us?

This bugger's gone all out.

Indeed.

But for what purpose?

Perhaps they wants us
to solve a case?

This screwdriver has
blood on it.

Maybe it's about revenge?

He thinks we've
bollocksed a case.

But which case?

Sir, look at this.

How curious.

It's a silhouette of something.

Or someone?

Well, I gave this to Phineas
the last time I ever saw him.

Where was that?

At the Queen's Hotel.
That's where he was staying.

He normally lives in, ah...
Weston.

Why was he staying there?

I don't know. It had to do with
something with him

keeping out
of his house for a period?

He was getting paid for it,
and that's why I was there.

I needed the money.

- Who paid him?
- I don't know.

I didn't get a chance
to speak with him.

He was having dinner
with someone.

Is this the man
you saw him with?

No. No, it was a woman.

Attractive.

I remember because he wasn't
much to look at.

Uh...

That's her.

Mm-hmm.

Thumbmark.

Reverse whorl number five.

It's mine.

"I am guilty."

Of course.

Our captor doesn't want us
to solve a crime.

He wants us to confront
our own guilt.

Guilt? For what?

We haven't killed anybody.

That's not what she thinks.

She?

Julia, have a look
at the silhouette again.

It's our pelican.

The one that
Goldie Huckabee stole.

Ah! Somehow it ended up
in our house.

I imagine Raymond
must have taken it.

He was funny that way.

If he liked something,
he just took it.

It's Goldie!

This is revenge
for her husband's murder!

You're telling me your bloody
neighbor's trying to kill us?

Show yourself, Goldie!

I suppose congratulations
are in order.

You've made it this far
regrettably unscathed.

Why are you doing this?

Because I hate you
and I want you to suffer.

We've done nothing to you.

You killed my husband

and tried to
set me up for the crime.

We have explained --

Did you think me so stupid?

I think yes.

You did.

You may be reassessing that now.

Is there a way out of here?

Alive?

Of course!

But you'll have to be
very clever!

Or very lucky.

I expect you'll fall short
on both counts.

Why not just torture
and kill us?

- Why --
- Challenge you?

Because I want to see
you struggle.

I want to see your hope
flicker before it dies.

Alright. Fine.

What is it you want from us?

On the door, you see two panels.

Embedded in each is a puzzle.

The puzzles represent the two
stages of my husband's death.

The pain he felt as
he was stabbed to death

and the disintegration
of his body as it rotted.

Neither of those
sound very good.

Upon completion of the puzzles,
the door will open

and you'll be free to leave.

I would advise you
to work quickly.

The punishments increase
with time.

What punishments?

September 19th was the day that
Raymond Huckabee was murdered.

Mrs. Huckabee claimed to be
at her mother's in Unionville.

Well, that was clearly a lie.

What?
You didn't check her alibi?

- Uh --
- Oh, no! That's right.

Ralph Fellows was
your only suspect.

He did commit the murder,
Miss Cherry.

Did he?

He confessed.

And then later pled not guilty.

We did check her alibi.

- Her mother must have lied.
- Hm.

- Has Mrs. Huckabee been located?
- Not yet, sir.

But constables are searching
her house as we speak.

Mm.

So we just need
to put the tiles

in the correct order.

Yes, but what's
the correct order?

This is an image of some kind.

William, does that look
like the tip of a ski pole?

A ski pole. Yes, Julia.
That's right.

This is a schematic drawing
of the machine

that killed Raymond Huckabee.

What was that?

What was what, sir?

That popping sound?

Yes, I heard that, as well.

I'm trying to concentrate here.

I thought you'd solved it.

Well, sir, I still have to put
the tiles in the correct order.

There it is again.

I think it's coming from
the holes in the walls.

William?

I think I see something
in there.

Move your head!

Sirs!

Everybody -- take cover!

She said that each puzzle
would represent

a stage in her husband's death.

The first stage he felt

was the pain
from being stabbed.

Aah!

- Sir!
- Bloody Hell!

Inspector!

Stay still.

Margaret bought me that
for my birthday.

Almost got it.

No! William! Go back.

The lawnmower blade
was on the left side.

Yes! Of course.

Sir, I think those darts
are firing at random.

Really, Crabtree?

That's it!

Oh, for Heaven's sake!

It appears Raymond Huckabee
was incurring debts.

This is the fifth request
for payment.

He was a gambler.

And a lousy one at that.

How can you be sure?

Private detective report.

She hired a snoop to find out
how bad it was.

Number-one reason
to never get married.

Gambling?

Gambling, divorce,
precipitous health decline.

Nothing wipes out one's savings
faster than a bad marriage.

Were you not yourself

considering marriage
a short while back?

Case in point.
He turned out to be a murderer.

If we were married, the legal
bills would have ruined me.

Ah-ha.
So, no marriage for you, then.

Consider me
a confirmed bachelorette.

Well, consider me
your counterpart.

You're a confirmed bachelor?

Ah...

you seem surprised.

Ooh...

You just haven't been in love.

Oh, you're very wrong
about that.

What was her name?

Jac...queline.

Well, if you were so in love
with Jacqueline,

why didn't you marry her?

Because someone else will be
assuming that honor shortly.

Oh. Sorry.

Yes. Me, too.

What is this?

What?

What does this
look like to you?

Looks like an early sketch
of the device

that killed Raymond Huckabee.

Why would it be in

Goldie Huckabee's
personal papers?

Sir, this was found in her
attic underneath some junk.

Uh-huh.

Clearly she didn't
want it to be found.

Well...

I can see why.

Thank you, constable.

She was having an affair.

Well, how do you know?

There's a whole stack of love
letters from some besotted sap.

It's enough to make Keats blush.

You think you had it bad?

Oh, my lord!

What?

Look who they're from.

Hm.

Ralph.

Ralph Fellows.

They were having an affair.

The handwriting is a match.

They were written
by Ralph Fellows.

And Goldie Huckabee?

We found these in her house
along with hard evidence

she murdered Phineas Smith.

Detective Murdoch's alibi.

Mm.

There's also evidence she may
have been responsible

for the murder of her husband.

You may have the wrong person
on trial.

Terrific.

Just terrific.

Two years ago, you charged
Ralph Fellow's sister

with four counts of murder.

- Uh, no --
- I obtain a conviction.

That conviction was overturned

because your detective insisted
that it was Ralph Fellows.

Then Raymond Huckabee is killed

and Murdoch insists
Fellows did that, too.

- Mm-hmm.
- So I prosecute.

Quite effectively, I may add.
Hm.

And now you tell me
that Goldie Huckabee

was the one
that committed that crime.

Well, where is she?

We can't find her.

- No clue.
- No.

Why am I here?

Well, we found this
in Goldie Huckabee's house.

- Will your perfidy never end?
- Perfidy?

Was my confession not enough
to keep you jackals off her?

Mr. Fellows --

You and I both know

Detective Murdoch killed
that poor woman's husband.

All of the evidence
pointed to it.

Instead of getting justice done,

you manufactured evidence
against her.

Surely, you are not
pursuing a theory

that Mrs. Huckabee
murdered her husband

with a custom-made
murder machine

and then framed
Detective Murdoch?

As you know, the spouse is often
to blame in these cases.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

That was done to trap you.

You didn't trap me.

- Ah! Ah!

Well, Mr. Fellows.

I watched you plant those
springs so I could find them.

You think I'm not up
to your tricks?

Where is he, by the way?

Why am I talking
to a second-rate detective?

The one responsible is the one
that should be hearing us.

Did you kill Raymond Huckabee?

You know very well I didn't.

Then why confess to a crime
you didn't commit?

To stop you and the corrupt
machinery of the law

from railroading
the only woman I ever loved.

Goldie Huckabee.

Tell the truth -- do you think
your great detective

would have been accepting
of anything less

than my limp body
hanging from the scaffold?

Huh?

William M is smart, but...?

Another anagram, you think?

I believe so.

What does the final
challenge represent?

His disintegrating corpse,
if I remember correctly.

This building is slated
for demolition.

Perhaps she means for us
to be buried alive?

Well, if that's the case,
she'll be disappointed.

They always send a man
beforehand to check

for drunks and squatters.

Or maybe...

perhaps she means for us
to be drowned?

Perhaps that's why
the drain is blocked?

Ow! Ah!

- What?
- That's not water.

It's burned.

It must be some kind of acid.

Sulfuric acid.

It's one of the electrolytes
used in tin plating.

There would be plenty on hand.

I believe I understand the
meaning of the final challenge.

It isn't about being interred.

It means our bodies dissolving.

Ooh!

Just an hour ago,
I was summarizing

- my closing arguments.
- Apologies,

but it felt like
relevant information.

Of course it's relevant.

But until we interview
Goldie Huckabee,

we have no way of establishing
the veracity of any of this.

Unfortunately, it seems
that Mrs. Huckabee has fled.

Then I will ask to stay
the proceedings

until we can locate her.

As his lawyer,
I will oppose that motion.

You've used every trick to delay
this trial to this point.

The trial must go ahead.

I will introduce this
new evidence as is.

Hm. Lunch?

Why not?

So, have we just saved
an innocent man from the noose,

or allowed a killer
to walk free?

He's not free yet.

Oh, no.
They won't convict now.

If nothing else, the evidence
against Mrs. Huckabee

allows for reasonable doubt.

Maybe that was the plan?

You think he planned this?

Ralph Fellows may not be
the world's smartest man,

but he is perhaps
the most relentless.

You do realize none of this
would have happened

if you hadn't stumbled across
Phineas Smith's skeleton?

Yes, I was in the sewer
looking for dog bones.

Who gave you the tip?

A woman.

She didn't leave her name.

But I did take down her number.

Let's go.

Uh...

- I can't go down this street.
- Why?

It's the shortest route
to the police station.

Can we just please
go a different way?

There's a police call box
one street over.

Fine.

Inspector, are you alright?

Tickety-boo.

No need to worry about me,
bugalugs.

Smart.

William M is smart, but...

Whoever that is is smarter?

Ralph.

- Ralph F.
- Ralph Fellows.

Of course he's a part of this.

I knew Goldie wasn't this smart.

So, that's it.
You've solved it.

All we have to do is put
the tiles in the right order

and we're out of here.

Indeed, George, but I'm afraid
you'll find it's impossible.

How's that?

These last two letters
are reversed.

So?

Mathematicians have discovered
that a 15-tile puzzle

is impossible to solve when the
last two letters are reversed.

Bastard!

So this is
Mr. Fellows' parting joke?

He intends for us to die.

Sir! Doctor!

I think you should get up
on the table!

Well?

Goldie Huckabee.

Your tipster was
Goldie Huckabee?

Why would she want you to find
the body of the man she killed?

I don't know.
It doesn't make any sense.

Maybe they were in cahoots?
She tips you off and disappears,

Fellows follows after
he's acquitted.

No. She would have sold
her house first --

consolidated her assets.

It's like she didn't plan
any of this at all.

Maybe she didn't.
Maybe...

No. No.

Oh. Yes!

No.

- It can't be.
- What?

What if this is all
Ralph Fellows' doing?

No, you're right.
That's impossible.

You yourself said
he was relentless.

Alright. Explain.

Ralph Fellows killed
Raymond Huckabee

with the intention of
setting up Detective Murdoch.

- Just as he confessed.
- That was his primary plan.

Call it "Plan A."

But, just in case
it didn't work out,

he had a secondary plan.

Plan "B."

To set up Goldie Huckabee
for both murders.

Huh.

So she didn't kill her husband.

No. She didn't kill anybody.

Ralph Fellows did it all

and planted evidence
pointing to her.

And he did this all a year ago,
before he was jailed.

He convinced her
Detective Murdoch

killed her husband
and tried to set her up.

And then he valiantly fell
on the sword for her

to protect her
from malicious prosecution.

He then manipulated her
into tipping you off

to something
she knew nothing about.

No. The plan only works if
Goldie disappears -- forever.

How would he arrange that?

And what about the due diligence
on the part of the police?

He'd have to get rid of you,
Detective Murdoch --

anyone who would suspect
his hand in this.

Hm.

Where is Detective Murdoch?

Yes, it was Ralph
who designed this.

He told me how
you tried to set me up

for the murder you committed.

He was in prison.

They intercept
all correspondence.

How did he communicate
his plan to you?

Well, he encoded instruction
in the letters

he wrote from prison.

Hm.

Why did he choose to kill us
in this manner?

Because he hates you
as much as I do.

Well, yes, but he could
have killed us

a thousand different ways.

Why make us disappear
completely?

Why not?

Because if there's anything
I know about Ralph Fellows,

he has a reason
for everything he does.

Everything has a purpose...

Including you being here.

I wanted to be here.

Of course you did.

And he counted on that.

Tell me...

Can you leave?

Of course.

Oh!

Then try.

Damn!

Aah!

Good Lord!

Well, it would seem every part
of Ralph Fellows' plan

is falling into place.

Ow!

What in the world...?

Some kind of erotic poem,
it looks like?

It makes no sense to me.

This was on the postcard
from Dr. Ogden?

Yes. He came in here and wrote
this all out and then left.

And he didn't say
where he was going?

None of them did.

Oh, it-- it's a riddle.

The beginning letters
of each word

have to be transposed
to other words to create, uh...

Go to 36...

- Tate.
Tate?

Uh...find me in the...

Back...over...

Back over the plating floor.

Be here, uh...by...

Eight...please.

- Please do not...
- Be late!

- Ha.
- Ha.

Some sort of an invitation.

Is this their idea of fun?

Well, it truly
doesn't surprise me.

I'm not sure if
it's annoyingly romantic,

or just plain annoying.

Sir? 36 Tate Street --

that's Kirkham's
Electroplating Factory.

I thought that was
being demolished?

- It won't budge.
- Be careful, William.

How do you access
the lock mechanism?

I don't know.

You transcribed
the instructions!

- I didn't understand them.
- Ah.

William, sulfuric acid
carbonizes wood.

I'm not sure how long the --
the table's going to support us.

Sir, this might be a good time
to tell you,

it's been an honor
serving under you.

Ow! Just shut up,
will you, Crabtree?

- William?
- I'm not giving up.

So help me God,
if we get out of here,

I will wring your tiny neck
like a chicken.

Shush, shush, shush, shush!

Detective? Detective!
- There's somebody up there.

- Hello!

Oh.

There you are.

Would now be a good time
to ask for a raise?

The jury deliberated
all of 10 minutes.

Apparently, there wasn't
a dry eye in the courtroom.

What have you, George?

Sir, no sign of him.

He seems to have left
the courthouse and disappeared.

Of course he did.
That was the plan.

I don't think he'd planned on
living his life

on the run, Inspector.

Not with Detective Murdoch
on his trail.

What's become of Mrs. Huckabee?

Well, given she tried stinging,

stabbing, shocking,
suffocating us,

and nearly searing us
in a vat of sulfuric acid,

I believe she'll be going to
jail for a very long time.

Well, at least our pelican
is safe.

"Jurors openly wept
at the anguish

Mr. Fellows expressed over the
duplicity of the woman he loved

for whom he intended
to sacrifice himself."

Well, it's all your fault,
Miss Cherry.

- My fault?
- It was you who found the body.

I believe that's a burden
we both share, Detective Watts.

- No regrets?
- No.

I acted with integrity
at every point.

Oh! You always do.

That's not a common opinion.

Oh, I don't have
common opinions.

Ah.

Oh.
- I'm sorry.

Uh, ah...
It's my fault.

I, uh, misread your intentions.

No! I'm just not, uh...
ready.

- I'm still...
- In love with her.

Yes.

Something like that.

Ah...

Apologies.

Thank you.

Where in the world
is your friend Ralph Fellows?