All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S18E04 Gimme Shelter.e

(indistinct chatter)

- Good afternoon, everyone,
and thank you for being present

on this very special occasion.

As president of The Toronto
Housing Company,

I could confidently state
that today marks a new era

for the City of Toronto.

I present to you Spruce Court,

housing for the workman
of modest means

that all can afford.

(applause)
- Seems like quite a good idea.

Hopefully, it will cut crime
down in the slums by half.

- Indeed. Hopefully,
disease and poverty, as well.

- For our ribbon cutting,

I'll be joined by
Lieutenant Governor Gibson,

our philanthropists,

and Chief Constable Brackenreid.

- Well, that's my cue.
I've booked the afternoon off,

going to spend some time
with the missus.

- Happy wife, happy life.

- I've heard that.

Not sure I quite believe it.

- Hm.
- Anyway,

you can take care of the rest
of the tour, can't you?

(overlapping chatter)

(camera shutter clicking)

- Ah!
- Arrivederci.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Excuse me, kids!

- I commend the quality
living conditions.

It's rare to see such respect
given to the working class.

- Well, I think housing
is second in importance

only to preserving
law and order.

Don't you agree, Inspector?

- Mr. Byers, I could not
agree more.

If this is successful,
hopefully it will encourage

the government
to pitch in and help out.

- That is my hope.

Excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen,
one of our tenants,

Miss Mysha Boyko,

came to Canada as a young maiden

and now works as a bookkeeper

at the esteemed
Eaton's department store.

She has a new lease on life
by moving into Spruce Court

and kindly allowed us a tour
of her new apartment.

Shall we say hello?

Miss Boyko?

Miss Boyko.

Miss Boyko!

(tense music)

- Not the new lease on life
she had hoped for.

(gasps)

(theme music)

- Time of death is between
two and eight p.m. yesterday.

I'll let you know
of my findings.

- Thank you, Miss Hart.

- Sniffing powdered cocaine

seems to have become
very popular lately.

- Interesting how things
become popular

when they're deemed illegal.

Mickson & Company.

They reported a shipment
of cocaine stolen two weeks ago

on its way to the hospital.

This is likely
from that shipment.

- I wonder if Miss Boyko
was involved.

- Certainly possible.

(indistinct chatter)

- And who might you be?
- The police.

- Really?

Well, will wonders never cease?

I'm Councillor Barry Tallow.
This is my ward.

- Inspector Albert Choi, sir.

- Hm. Shame about
the young lady,

but I can't say it's much
of a surprise.

I told the council
that housing these people

in one place
was a recipe for disaster.

- What are you insinuating,
Councillor?

- I mean immigrant workers.

I'm not happy they'll be
roaming the streets

of my neighbourhood,
right alongside children.

Surely you must want this
building shut down.

- With all due respect,
Councillor,

I recommend an investigation
take place first.

- And you're a police inspector?

- Indeed I am.
- Hm.

I must say I prefer
a traditional inspector.

- Councillor, did you know
Miss Mysha Boyko?

- The dead woman?
- Hm.

- Of course not.

Why would I have anything
to do with her?

- Then perhaps it's wise not
to judge one's character

by their origin or occupation.

- Despite his assumptions,
one thing is true.

Stolen drugs were found.

We need to know if Miss Boyko
was connected to the theft.

- Yes. A robbery like this
would have taken

some organization.
She likely didn't work alone.

- Continue to interview
the other tenants.

- Yes, sir.

Are you a tenant here, Miss...?

- Mrs. Carol Robinson.

No, I am a charity worker for
St. Patrick's Relief Society.

- Presumably a member of
St. Patrick's Catholic Church?

- I live in the neighbourhood.

I've been asking tenants
if they'd like

the secondhand furnishings
that were donated to the church.

I like to look in
on troubled people.

- Troubled people.
- Mm.

- Like narcotics addicts?

- Some are, some aren't.

There's no shortage of reasons

why people find themselves
in distress.

- Indeed. Did you know
the deceased?

- No, I, I had never met her.

But I was saddened to hear
what happened to the poor soul.

No matter one's station,
everyone is a child of God.

(distant dog barking)

- Thank you, Mrs. Robinson.

(Watts): That'll be all.

- Anything of interest?

- Miss Boyko's neighbours
never saw her with drugs.

She worked a steady job

and volunteered
with an orphanage

doing bookkeeping work for free.

- Hardly the character
of a drug thief.

- I agree.

(sighs)
- The inspector and I are headed

to the morgue.
Finish up what you're doing here

and we'll meet you there.
- Mm.

- Llewellyn Marcus Watts.

- Olivia Leeming? Ah!

- In the flesh.
- It's been...

(exhales)
...twenty years.

- At least!
- Twenty years.

Do you live here?

- No, I just stopped in
to see my friend.

By a strange twist of fate,

I run into an old friend
as I lose another.

- You mean...
- I knew Mysha.

I can't believe what happened.

- Ah, so sorry.

May I ask you
an impolite question?

- Go ahead.

- Did she ever mention
her drug use?

- Not at all.

She didn't so much
as take a sip of whisky.

- Mm.

- Now, may I ask you
an impolite question?

- Sure.

- How did you become
a police detective?

- Oh, you find that surprising?
- Well, you were always

scrawny and awkward.
Not much of a fan of authority,

as I recall.
- Well, they don't seem

to mind my nature.

And how 'bout you?

Have you finally gotten
your paintings exhibited

at the Society of Artists
like you'd always imagined?

- Hm, well, unfortunately
ambition alone

doesn't bring you
fame and fortune.

- I should continue, but, uh,

would you like to meet me
for lunch tomorrow?

Scott's Diner, 12 o'clock?

- A starving artist would never
say no to a free lunch.

- All right.

- I told Mrs. Penn she should
plant tulips in her yard.

Look at that lawn!
Nothing but weeds.

- Margaret.
- Well, it brings down

the value of the neighbourhood.

- Oh! Moment of your time?
- We're not interested.

- Oh, you might be, sir.
Alfred Hawes.

You live around here?
- Hawes.

We've just walked past
the vacant lot

with your sign on it
on Bernard Avenue.

- Indeed. I plan to build
a walk-up apartment building.

It'll accommodate at least
24 households.

- Twenty-four households.
On this street?

- Oh, that's nothing compared
to my previous development.

That had 32 units!
You've heard of Sussex Court?

- What good will an apartment
building do 'round here?

- Well, provide quality
residences

for those who can't
afford houses

in what I believe
is the choicest

residential district in Toronto.

- Oh. Really?
- Yes, indeed.

Construction will take
at least a year,

but it'll be worth it.
- A year?

- Well, hopefully sooner,
but these things take time.

I just wanted to inform you
as to what's coming.

Good day, people.

- Dust, noise, and lowlifes.

- Bloody hell.
- Margaret!

- Oh.

(indistinct chatter)

- There's paratracheal edema
and a small tear to the artery

in her neck. She died of
strangulation, not an overdose.

- A murder.
- I found blood and skin

under the fingernails
of her right index

and middle fingers.

- A result of an altercation
with her killer.

- I also found a piece
of lavender-coloured fibre

that got caught in a fingernail.

From what I observed
under the microscope,

I'd say it was silk.

- Fibre from her own clothing?

- No, Detective.

- Then likely from something
the killer was wearing.

- I didn't notice this cut
at the scene of the crime

'cause it was covered
under her dress. It's fresh.

- Any idea what
could've caused that?

- Uh, something like the head
of a pin or a nail.

It's quite a deep cut,
but there's no blood.

- The cut was made
after lividity began?

- Yes, Detective.

The cut would've been made
some time after death.

- So the body was moved?

- Seems likely.

- Is there anything else,
Miss Hart?

- Uh, yes.

This is the oddest
thing I found.

They're wood splinters.

They were difficult to spot,

but there are plenty of them
trapped in her hair

like in a duster.

- How'd they end up there?

- Seems we'll need
to take another look

at Miss Boyko's flat.

(mysterious music)

- Oh! Take a look.

Very capable of snagging
a body being dragged.

- Hm.

- Nothing seems out
of the ordinary here.

- Are you sure about that?

This looks similar
to the wood shavings

we found in Miss Boyko's hair.

- So she was killed here?

- Seems likely.

(knocking)

There's something back here.

- Oh.

Cocaine.

- Someone left something behind.

- And two cots could mean
two people were in here.

- Miss Boyko had
two accomplices.

The three of them used
the stolen cocaine here,

dragged her body up the stairs
past the nail,

and posed Miss Boyko's body
at the front door

to make it appear as though
she were to blame.

- You mean they turned on her.

Or she had no part
in the theft at all.

The two criminals simply
stashed the cocaine here.

They moved in and out through...

those doors there.

Miss Boyko discovered this den

and walked in on two strangers
who strangled her,

then dragged her body upstairs

to prevent drawing
attention to this place.

- Whether or not
she was an accomplice,

the people that were staying
in this room are the killers.

Did you find anything?

- This space is unique
to this apartment.

No other cellars have
similar partitions.

- Mm. Have a look at this.

- Oh.

Graffiti of some kind?

- Any idea what it is?

- Looks almost like...

spectacles.

- Mm. Paint...

is still malleable.

You think Miss Boyko
painted this?

- Or someone else.

- Right.

We need to speak with
The Toronto Housing Company,

find out who worked
on this apartment

and built these partitions.
- Mm.

- Mr. Hawes, do come in.
Have a seat.

Now, since our conversation,
I've been thinking.

I don't want
a walk-up apartment.

- Oh? And why's that?

- I have my reasons.

I would like you to build
a house instead,

for a single family.

- Is this an official request?

- No, no, no, no, no.

I'm just a concerned citizen

who enjoys the peace
and tranquility

of his neighbourhood after
a long day catching criminals.

- Uh, Mr. Brackenreid.
I'm a businessman.

I, I can't afford to take
a loss on this land.

- Give me the bottom line.

How much would it cost me
to buy the entire lot?

- Mm...

- As you can see, no partitions
were ever part of the plans.

Here are the original
architectural drawings.

- Oh.

Right.

Do you have the names
and addresses

of all of the people
who worked on this project?

- You can call into my office
and check,

but many manual labourers
don't have fixed addresses.

Tracking them down
would be no small feat.

- Indeed.

Thank you, Mr. Byers.

- I hope that you can bring
this to a quick conclusion.

- We'll do our best, Mr. Byers.

- I was very close to having
the council agree

to co-fund my next development.

Miss Boyko's unseemly death
has put a halt to that.

City council no longer
considers housing a priority.

- Immanuel Kant would say
housing is a prerequisite

to human flourishing.

It's a matter of principle,
not just the consequence.

- Tell that to Barry Tallow.

He's the one that led
the movement

to put the kibosh
on any further development.

- Watts, Mr. Byers has a list
of labourers in his office.

We need to have
a look at that list.

- We'll look at that list,
uh, after lunch.

- Oh! Uh...
- Just trust me.

- Thank you for coming in,
Mrs. Robinson.

- Hm.

What is it, Detective?

- We believe some
construction workers

may be involved in our case.

- Mm.
- So, we're asking

some of the neighbours.

Have you seen anyone
matching that description

around the Spruce Court project
after its completion?

- I do recall
a couple of workers

who were around that flat.

- What did they look like?

- I remember a Chinese man

with a goatee,

and a short, dark-haired man
was with him.

- Any idea where they came from?

- Odds are The Ward.

Most of the able-bodied men
down there

work as day labourers.

That is, when they work at all.
(chuckles)

- What could a Toronto
police detective have for me?

- Mm.

All right, so I was told
by the man

at the art supply store
that these

are his finest watercolours.

- Thank you, Llewellyn.
- Mm.

So, have you made any progress
on Mysha's case?

Do you know where
she got the cocaine?

- We do know
it wasn't an overdose.

We believe she was murdered.

- Murder? That's ridiculous!
Who would...

(whispers): ...kill Mysha?

- I was hoping you might
have some insight into that.

Did you spend any time
with her in her new place?

- No.

- You sure?

- Of course I'm sure.
Why are you asking me that?

- There's... in the cellar,
on the wall,

uh, some graffiti, a painting.

I was wondering if--
- I told you...

that I was never in her place.

- Right.
- I can't believe this.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Please, don't leave.

(male customer): You know,
it's funny you should say that.

- It's just...

(clears throat)

When I get on a case, I, uh...

- You get obsessed.

I remember that about you.
- Right, right.

(sighs)
- Well, thank you for the meal,

and for the supplies,
but I had nothing to do

with Mysha's death.

And if you find anything,
please...

- Yes, I will let you know.

So, where are you living now?

- Here and there.

I'm actually having tough luck
finding a roof over my head,

Llewellyn. I've gotta make do
with what I have, I suppose.

These new art supplies,
they are a luxury,

especially when living
on a dime. I...

I am grateful for it.

- You're welcome. You know,

I could look and see
if I could find

some sort of job,
something promising.

- Well, promises are
but ropes of sand.

- But one can find gold
in the sand.

- Ooh.

- Where have you been?

- Just, uh, chasing a suspicion.
But it was nothing.

- Hm. Mrs. Robinson gave us
the description

of two construction workers
she saw lurking

behind the building.

They could be in The Ward.

- So it seems a trip
is in order.

- This might interest you.

Just received a report
from Station House One.

They confiscated
some of the Mickson cocaine

three days ago.
No arrests, though.

The thieves fled before
the police arrived.

- Were the drugs found?

- Inside a shed behind,
uh, 5100 Baldwin Street.

- Well, we're heading
that way now.

(playful music)

(indistinct chatter)

(splashing)
- Ooh, ooh. Oh!

- I know nothing.

- There were stolen drugs

in the shed just
next door to you.

- News to me.

- We're investigating a murder
in Spruce Court.

Do you know anything about that?

- I don't know anyone
at Spruce Court.

I've no interest in that place.

- Why's that?

- The people who run the place,

they only want to rent
to those who have

proven themselves
to be morally upright.

- Mm.
- They want reference letters

from someone who's a homeowner.

If I knew any homeowners,
you think I'd be living here?

- I haven't seen anyone
around that shed.

Not recently, anyway.

- Oh? Uh, when then?

- Ah, let me think.

Maybe a couple of months ago?

No, it was last week. Hm.

(children laughing)

(boy): Ow!

- Uh, excuse me a moment.

Detective Watts,
Toronto Constabulary.

- Good for you.
What do you want?

- Did you two work

on the construction
of Spruce Court?

- For a while.
Quit a couple months back.

- Why?
- Why do you want to know?

- We quit because
that Frank Byers

is a cheap bastard.

- And you say
you quit months ago?

- You calling me a liar?

- A neighbour recalls seeing
two construction workers

that match your description,

and we found a cap that matches

this shirt at the crime scene,

an underground den.

Know anything about that?

Oh!

(tense music)

Uh, Detective Murdoch!
They're headed your way.

- Excuse me.

(men grunting)

- I just washed those!

- Please have them cleaned
and send the bill

to Station House Number Four.

Gentlemen... let's have a chat.

Vincenzo Tamanini
and Jerry Lin.

The two of you worked
for Frank Byers.

- Your fingermarks match those
we found in the underground den.

- Had nothing to do
with drugs, or murder.

- You built the den in secret,

stored stolen cocaine there

and when Miss Boyko stumbled
upon it, you killed her.

- This is a cock-and-bull story.

- Two of us did build that
place, but that's all we did.

- You built it for the purpose
of hiding stolen drugs.

- No! We just needed a place
to stay during the winter.

We told you,
Frank Byers underpaid us.

We couldn't afford work boots,
let alone proper rooms.

We haven't set foot
in the damn place

since winter ended.

- The graffiti in the den
was fairly fresh

and the workers said they
haven't been there since winter.

- But their only alibi
is each other.

- Apparently, they've been
working on a job

outside of the city.
I highly doubt

they've been near
Spruce Court recently.

- So you believe them?

- I think someone else
knew about that place.

- I would tend to agree.

- Uh, Detective Murdoch.

Do you mind explaining
this laundry bill?

- Ah! That is the cost

of arresting our
current suspects.

- Hm.

(playful music)

(Effie): Chief Constable.

- Ah, Mrs. Crabtree.
What brings you here?

- I just need to check
on some arrest reports

filed by Station House One.

- Anything I need
to be concerned about?

- No, no, just routine.

- And how
is Mr. Crabtree faring?

- He's, um...

well, he's on chapter two,

so, it's a slog, but he's happy.

- Have you heard about
this apartment building

on Bernard Avenue?
- No.

That's just a couple blocks
away from where I am.

- I know.
But don't worry about it.

The builder has told me that
I can purchase the entire lot.

I'm going to ask
the neighbourhood residents

to take part in a fundraiser
to help me out a bit.

- You're buying an empty lot?
Why?

- To protect the rights
of our local community

of respectable families.

- The rights to what?

- The rights to live in peace.

A building like that will bring
noise and clutter.

It won't preserve the look
of the neighbourhood.

- The look of the neighbourhood?

I'm not sure what
that has to do with peace.

- A building will bring in
hordes of strangers all at once.

Think of the traffic!

- Well, I think
apartment buildings

are an apt solution as Toronto
becomes more cosmopolitan.

- Apartment buildings are fine.

Just not in our neighbourhood.

- Right.

Apt solution.

- Liberals...

- I found you a lead.

Machine operator
at Bryson Printing.

It's the best I could do
on short notice,

but the pay should be sufficient
for a rooming house.

- I'm not complaining.
Thank you, Llewellyn.

- Mm.

- Let me show you something.

- Oh!

These are beautiful.

Hm.

(mysterious music)

Graffiti of some kind?

Why did you lie to me?

- What do you mean?

- This.

It's yours?
- Yes.

They're olives.

It's a signature of mine,
if you will.

- A signature also found
in a concealed underground den

in your friend's flat.

We found cocaine there.

- It's a funny coincidence.

- And it's also where we suspect
Mysha was killed.

What were you doing there?
Don't lie.

(sighs)

- I was staying there.

Last week, Mysha
offered me lodging

until I found a place to live.

She found the extra space
in the cellar

and thought that
it would be perfect.

- And you didn't tell anyone?

- Spruce Court has strict rules
in place.

The flat is to be occupied
by one person only,

and I enjoyed the privacy.

- Because you didn't want
other tenants

to see you using cocaine?

- I indulge in the stuff.

And Mysha knew this,
she understood.

She was once in my shoes.

- Why didn't you tell me
this before?

- Because I was embarrassed.

I was worried what you'd think.

- Cocaine was found planted
on your friend's body.

- Not by me.
I may not be perfect,

but you must believe
that I would never kill

one of the only people
who was ever kind to me.

- You say you want us
to believe you,

but this vial that we found
on your person

is an exact match
to the stolen drugs

from Mickson's at 91% cocaine
and 9% epinephrine.

- Judging by your reaction,
or lack thereof,

you knew that this cocaine
was stolen?

- We have every reason
to believe

that you were part
of this theft.

- I never took part in it.

- All right, tell us
who else was behind the theft.

You could be given leniency.

- Dan Kranchuk
and Malcolm Welch.

They're pals from the streets.

- So you assisted them
in the theft?

- Hardly. I let them in the den
for just a few hours.

But I had no idea that they had
stolen drugs with them.

- So you let them in and helped
yourself to the drugs.

- No, they gave it to me.

Said that I earned it.
I... never asked for it.

- But you didn't refuse it,
either,

which could make you
an accessory to the theft

after the fact.

- Uh, did the thieves
murder Mysha Boyko?

- I would have told you
if they had!

She was my friend!

Maybe they went back
to Mysha's place

without telling me.
- Mm-hmm.

- So where are
Kranchuk and Welch now?

- I have no idea.
And that's the truth.

- Is there anything else
you can tell us, Olivia?

She was your friend.
You owe it to her.

- Maybe.

- Mm-hmm. What?

- The... the day before
her body was found,

Mysha and I got into a quarrel.

She'd found out about
the two that I'd let in

and she was livid.

She kicked me out of the house.

- So you had motive, then.

- But I didn't do it.

- S-so what relevance
does this quarrel have?

- I went to see Mysha
later that day, to apologize.

- And did you?
- N-no.

- Why not?

- I saw a gentleman
enter Mysha's flat

through the front door.

- What did this
gentleman look like?

- I can show you.

- She seems to have remembered
this gentleman

at just the right time.
Convenient.

- She was afraid
of mentioning what she saw

because that'd give away
the fact that she'd been

staying at Mysha's flat.

At least that's what
she told me.

- Well, if she is telling
the truth,

that gives us three
new suspects:

Dan Kranchuk, Malcolm Welch,

and this unidentified gentleman.

- This is the man I saw.

- Are you sure?
- I'm certain.

I have a good memory for faces.

- That's Councillor Tallow.

- Mr. Tallow was adamant
he didn't know Miss Boyko.

- And yet he was seen going
into her flat

the day she was murdered.

- And what do you propose we do?

(scoffs)
- Arrest him.

- Is your witness reliable?

- I've known her
since childhood.

- That doesn't answer
the question.

How could this Miss Boyko

and Councillor Tallow
be connected?

- We don't know,
but Mr. Tallow is leading

a coalition of councillors
to eliminate

any future
city-subsidized housing.

- And Miss Boyko's death
at Spruce Court

has served him well
in that regard.

- So your theory is that
Mr. Tallow killed Miss Boyko

and staged an overdose
to stir up controversy

and bolster his stance?

- It's a possibility.
- A possibility

I'm not willing to put
in front of a judge.

You're going up against
a well-respected

member of the council.

- And you only have one witness

who, as far as we know,
is a known drug user.

- Doesn't mean she's lying.

- Well then bring us
proof she isn't!

- We've already lost one case
against a corrupt

city councillor
due to insufficient evidence.

Let's not lose another.
- All right.

Last week, Councillor Tallow

attended daily
city council meetings,

a ribbon cutting at the opening
of a public park in Riverdale,

and a meeting
with a charity orphanage.

- Charity orphanage.
- Mm-hmm.

- Interesting.
- How so?

- Uh, Miss Boyko was a volunteer
bookkeeper at an orphanage.

- Right.

- I've been looking
into Councillor Tallow's

recent activities.
Earlier this year,

he became one of only
five managers

of the newly formed Toronto
Social Service Commission.

- That commission was formed
to streamline

the efforts of local charities.
- Hm.

So, both Councillor Tallow
and Miss Boyko

worked in professions
related to charities.

It may be they worked together.

- Ah! No maybe about it.
Look at this.

The Jubilee Children's Home,

one of Tallow's
responsibilities.

Take a look at the bookkeeper.

- Miss Mysha Boyko.

At the very least,
they knew each other

from working
with this orphanage.

- Perhaps he found
errors in her bookkeeping,

or she was stealing.

- And he killed her for it?

- He might, if the situation
was reversed.

- Perhaps Miss Boyko
was aware of something

Councillor Tallow was up to.

Right. Tomorrow we look
into the bank records

of everyone involved.
- Mm-hmm.

- And how did you get
this much money, Thomas?

- Being chief constable
provides considerable sway.

(sighs)
- You went to our neighbours,

like a beggar.

- Like a concerned citizen.

And they were willing to help.

There's enough there
to buy that lot.

- Hm.

- What's wrong?

- I've been thinking.

Maybe it wouldn't be so awful
to have different neighbours.

- What do you mean?
- Well, some of the most

well-known businessmen
that we respect

started off
as machine operators.

And didn't you tell me
that Detective Murdoch

started off as a logger?

- Fine. The job does not
make the man.

But what about our view?

- Well, that's true,

but the view doesn't
belong to anyone.

(knocking at door)

- Ah! Come in.
Change of heart?

- Hardly. But I thought
you might be interested

in something I found out
about the Bernard development.

- Aha! There will be no
developments on Bernard Avenue.

We have the money
to buy the land.

- Then you are making a mistake.

- I highly doubt that.

- Uh! A mistake?
What do you mean?

- Plain and simple,
Mr. Hawes is a fraudster.

- What are you talking about?

- Look at this.

It says Redding Construction
is to begin work on the lot

in the next two weeks,
but I know from an old case

that Redding went out
of business years ago.

- So what's Hawes playing at?

- Mr. Hawes has
done this before.

He buys an empty plot of land
in a residential neighbourhood

and threatens to fill it
with undesirables,

and then people like yourselves

buy it to stop it
from happening.

- Oh... I'll take that cheque,
Thomas,

and I'll need a list
of all the neighbours

you got money from.
Land's sakes!

Lovely to see you.
- A pleasure.

- "People like yourselves."

- These are the bank records
for the Jubilee Children's Home.

There are a number of transfers
totalling $3,250 made

to a trust fund
identified by number only.

Upon cross-referencing,
I found that this fund

is registered under
Barry Tallow's home address.

(scoffs)
- Embezzlement.

And from an orphanage, no less.

Great work, Watts.
- Ah, ah, there's more.

I looked up the bank record
for this trust fund.

In the past three months,
there were transfers

from the Toronto
Temperance Union,

the Dominion Education Fund,
the Benevolent Association,

and 11 other Toronto charities,

all of which went
to Mr. Tallow.

- And Miss Boyko's accounts?

- Oh. I've looked up
her bank records.

Unless poverty is a crime,
she did nothing wrong.

- Miss Boyko must have
discovered that Mr. Tallow

was siphoning off funds.

- She found out,
so he killed her.

- Time to make an arrest.

- No need. He's already
on his way in.

- Never been so humiliated
in my life!

- Well, I'm aware
that a strip search

isn't traditional,

but it seemed a good way
to find any defensive wounds

Miss Boyko may have left.

- I didn't touch her.

(Murdoch): So you've said.

- What goes around comes
back around, Mr. Tallow.

- What?

- You embezzled from charities,

committed murder
to cover it up,

then planted drugs
on an innocent woman

to cover that up.
For all this, you'll be hanged.

- I will not.

(laughing)

- I'd like to see you try
to convince me that's so.

I've dealt with men like you my
entire life,

and I am prepared to hold you
in the cells

for as long as it takes.

- You can't hold me
without charging me.

- I certainly can.

I'll deny you're even here.

Tell us the truth.

(ominous music)

- Fine.

Last week, Miss Boyko
came to see me in my office.

She pointed out the discrepancy
in accounts payable

for the children's home.
- And then?

- I gave her all the money
in my wallet

for her to keep this a secret.

- Did she take it?

- No. She threw the money
back in my face.

A few days later,
I received a letter from her

that said she intended
to come forward with the truth.

- And so you killed her.

- No.

I only wanted to speak
to her in private.

- You went into her home
the day that she died.

What happened?

- She didn't answer the door,

so I went inside
and looked for her.

The front door was unlocked.

I found the body in the cellar.

- Did you also find
a bottle of cocaine there?

- I did.

I dragged the body upstairs

and I covered her face
in the powder.

- Because you knew
the unveiling ceremony

was the next day,
and reporters would be

tripping over each other
trying to snap photographs.

- And what did you do
after you posed the body?

- On my way out,
I saw the back door open.

I shut and locked the back door

so it looked like
no one was ever there.

- Making it appear
to the entire world

that Miss Boyko
took her own life.

- You let a killer go free.
- I closed a door.

- And hindered
a police investigation!

You are under arrest
for obstruction of justice.

- And we will be adding all
of these embezzlement charges,

as well.

(sighs)

- No. The councillor
would have walked into

Miss Boyko's immediately
after she was murdered.

- His story doesn't
completely exonerate him.

I do wonder why he mentioned
that the back door was open.

- No. When I surveyed the flat,

after the body was found,
the back door was locked.

- I hate to say this,
but what if Mr. Tallow

is telling the truth?

That might mean the real killer
fled through the back door.

- We should have another look.
- Mm-hmm.

(playful music)

- Ah, Mr. Hawes.
- Ah.

I'm here to pick up
the cheque.

- Take a seat.
The cheque's there.

- This cheque says
just one hundred dollars.

- Yes, it does. You'll take it
and you'll thank me.

- What's going on?

- We know about
your little scam.

- And we've done
our homework to back it up.

- We've tracked
your land purchases

over the last 12 months.

You purchased
three parcels of land,

but didn't build
anything on them,

and then sold them within months
at nearly double the cost.

- You're cheating
honest residents,

trying to get us
to stump up wads of cash.

- Oh, please.
I never committed any fraud.

Locals talk business to me
of their own will

and they are always happy
to offer me money.

You lot are the ones at fault.

You're always so delicate
about seeing

fresh faces
in the neighbourhood.

- You shouldn't take advantage
of honest people.

I've a good mind
to run you out of town!

- I would still be
the legal deed holder

even if you did
force me out of town.

- You'll accept that cheque or
I'll find a way to charge you.

- I doubt that.
- Try me.

(chuckles)

- Very well.

- Good day.

So, you've bought yourself
an empty plot of land.

What are you going
to do with it?

- Maybe I'll donate it
to the city.

Turn it into a park.

- You should name it
after Margaret,

get back into her good graces.

- You're very astute.

- A woman's gift.

(both chuckle)

- Wonder where the killer
went from here.

- Mm. Perhaps we should
speak with that neighbour.

She may have seen
something unusual.

Excuse me, ma'am?

Hello!

Oh! Mrs. Robinson.
I, I, I didn't realize

you lived just here.

- Hello, Detective.
What are you doing here?

- We're just following up
on the death in Spruce Court.

- Did you happen to see
anything unusual

at Miss Boyko's back door
on the day she was killed?

- Was killed?

I thought she died
overindulging in cocaine.

- That was not the case.
Did you see anything unusual?

- No.

- Nobody going
in or out the back door?

- No, I, I don't make it a habit
to spy on my neighbours.

- Mrs. Robinson,
may I see your hands?

- My h... My hands. What for?

- If you would, please.

- Hm. What are these wounds
from? Look quite recent.

- Oh, it was a stray cat.

I was, I was just trying
to feed the poor thing.

- You do have to be careful
with strays.

They carry all sorts of disease.

Is that your lavender scarf,
Mrs. Robinson?

- Yes.

- And did you use it
to strangle Miss Boyko?

- We found in your study
this letter from Mysha Boyko

requesting a reference
for her tenancy application.

And you gave one.

- And?

- You told us you didn't
know her at all.

But this letter would suggest
you've known her for years.

- Mm. You knew Miss Boyko

from your work
as a relief worker.

You even helped her overcome
a drug habit years ago.

- Dimitri had nowhere to go.
I didn't...

(Murdoch): I suspect
Miss Boyko confided in you

that she was letting
Olivia Leeming

stay in her spare room
in her cellar.

You deduced that Miss Leeming
must be a drug user.

- ...a drug user!

I'll admit...

I was upset that Mysha offered
to take someone in

who could be a drug addict,

but all I did was tell her
to send her friend away.

- But you didn't believe
that she would

send her friend away.

So, you went back
to see her again.

You wanted to check
for yourself.

- No, no, no, no.

(Murdoch): When you got
downstairs in the cellar

that day, you saw evidence

that Miss Boyko had indeed

offered lodgings
to Miss Leeming.

You saw cocaine in that room,

and you were furious.

The two of you had
a physical altercation.

She gave you those scratches.

But that didn't stop you.

Anger took a hold of you.

And you strangled her to death.

(gasping)

- Mysha was only alive
and healthy in the first place

thanks to me.

I brought her to redemption.

I was so proud of myself.

And I trusted her!

Yet there she was,
about to undo my work.

She had been proof
that I had God's touch.

- This isn't about God.

It's about control.

You tended to those in need
and cared for their welfare,

but Mysha chose to do something
you didn't agree with,

so you deemed it acceptable
to take her life.

- They're all the same.

Drug addicts and coke fiends.

I thought Mysha was better,
but she was just one of them.

She was going to have
drug addicts

crawling in and out
of that place.

(scoffs)

That can happen elsewhere,
not in my back yard!

- If Mrs. Robinson hadn't been
so blinded by fury

and prejudice, Miss Boyko
might still be alive.

Mysha had already kicked
Olivia out

when Robinson
discovered the den.

- Good news from
the Crown Attorney's office.

Councillor Tallow will be
going to trial

on his embezzlement charges.

- And what of his plan to scrap

government investment
in housing?

- From what I hear,
the other councillors

in his little coalition
will be picking up that mantle.

- So the only winners
are the landlords.

- Isn't that usually the way?

- I'm off, gentlemen.

I am in need
of some hopeful news.

- Guess what?

- They hired you?

- They did.
- Oh!

- And they actually asked me
to design some advertisements.

- I'm not surprised.
You have a talent.

And how are you doing...
otherwise?

- I haven't given into
the craving in over a week now.

- If you need help,
you know where to find me.

- Thank you, Llewellyn.

And I have something
for you, too.

- Oh. It's unusual.

- I don't know.
You are a man of many facets.

- Oh, indeed, but...

I don't think I'm that handsome.

- Hm. Call it creative license.

- Hm.

- 'Til next time, Llewellyn.

(soft music)

(theme music)