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An Inca tern.

The scoundrel abruptly
takes up birdwatching,

and within a month, he spots the first

Inca tern in all of North America!

I wouldn't have believed it
had I not been there myself.

And you just know he's going to wring

every last drop out of this discovery.

Oh, he'll wring everything out of it.

Lectures,

books, guided tours, you
name it, he will wring it.

He claims Josephine Dawson

suddenly agreed to a birdwatching date.

- Josephine Dawson, with him?!
- (chuckling)

Rose-breasted grosbeak!

Oh, a fine example, Plumlee!

I dare say I caught a glimpse
of it a hair before you even.

Nonsense.

I'm putting it in my life list.

June 17th, 7:45 a.m.

- Rose-breasted grosbeak.
- We can both

put it in our life lists, my good man.

Only I'll mark my
sighting down for 7:44 a.m.

You are a devil.

(gasp) Ooh! What is this fellow... ?

- Oh, dear.
- (gunshots echo)

Well, this was no hunting accident.

This is Alistair Plumlee
and Gilford Harrison.

The two were set to testify
against Rex Grey next week.

These are the men who witnessed Mr. Grey

shoot his business partner last month?

Well, two of the three witnesses.

I daresay their timely
deaths are no accident.

Sir, we've been unable to find anything.

The gunman hasn't left so
much as a footprint behind.

Thank you, George. And apparently
we don't have much to go on.

Once I get the bodies to the morgue,

hopefully I can provide more specifics.

Sir. The Rex Grey case...

doesn't that belong to Station Three?

Crown Prosecutor Daniels
turned it over to me.

Unfortunately, I've had
no more luck than they did.

Best do our darnedest to keep
the last witness safe I suppose.

That's precisely what
I was thinking, George.

And I can think of no one

better suited for this
important task than you.

Thank you, sir.

I'll do whatever I can
to keep our prized witness

safe over the weekend.

Who is he, exactly?

Roger Newsome?

Of the Mimico Newsomes.

George Crabtree.

An entire weekend together...

at last!

I trust somebody will

transport these for me?

Sir, I am begging you to
assign another constable.

Surely you can set aside your history

- with Mr. Newsome for the weekend.
- Sir, too much history has accrued.

While investigating his auto club

he ignored my pleas for help
as I was being strangled.

I was having the life
throttled out of me

and he ran off in abject cowardice.

Not to mention the grief he
caused while we were investigating

his golf club and his puzzle club.

George, you have overcome

far greater challenges
during your time here.

Sir, I honestly don't
believe that I have.

I really think my hatred for Mr. Newsome

is such that should the
killer try to kill him,

my subconscious could
overtake my ability

to prevent such an incident.

I would be complicit in his murder

against my will. Sir, you
would have to arrest me.

The concession I've made is this.

Henry will assist you
to help ease the burden.

Higgins? Sir, you're
taking me out of the pot

and putting me in the fire.

I might as well watch Newsome on my own.

Crown Prosecutor Daniels has
authorized the three of you

to stay at the Windsor House
Hotel ahead of the trial.

I will be nearby to make
sure your subconscious

doesn't get the best of you.

Sir.

The air was still damp with mist,

my shaded spectacles shielding
me from the morning sun.

We had been out for an hour already

and observed nothing more
than a decrepit old blue jay

with a crooked beak.

I forged ahead toward the marsh,

where ever so faintly,

I heard a cat-like...

(makes meowing nose)

Harrison and Plumlee missed it.

As though it were meant for me alone.

I raised my binoculars

and there she was.

The Inca Tern in all her
glory, moustache and all.

Wow. It must have been beautiful.

I got as near as I could
to take photographs.

Photographs that prove

I spotted the only known Inca Tern

in all of North America.

I shall be renowned
in ornithology circles.

Revered, even.

I only wish I had more
time with the great beauty.

Yes, but you were
interrupted by a murder.

Oh yes, that.

Of all mornings for Rex Grey

to act upon his murderous impulses.

I'm surprised you're
so dismissive, Newsome.

All the reasons why your
fellow birdwatchers were killed,

they're equally as applicable to you.

I suppose I am in danger, aren't I?

You'll be safe with us.
Let's get to the hotel.

But if the constabulary
had more evidence,

- you wouldn't require my testimony?
- Well, we don't.

We don't have so much
as a murder weapon, so

don't think you're going to
weasel your way out of testifying.

- What if I...
- You liar!

You bloody liar, you!

- Hey, hey, hey! Get back, sir!
- Shame on you, Mr. Newsome!

Shame, shame, shame!

The shame is all yours for
those dreadful trousers.

I'll get the better of you, Roger.

Off you go, little Stanley Faber!

What's that all about?

Oh, nothing, not even worth the breath.

Did you see those trousers?

(chortling)

Dr. Ogden, Miss James. What have you?

Given the calibre of the
bullets used, I believe

these men were shot from some distance

using a precision rifle.

- Forty-five calibre?
- Indeed, Detective.

Both bullets were in almost
almost the exact same spot

in their chests, suggesting they
were shot in quick succession.

The second victim hardly had time
to move after the first one was shot.

Which is in line with my suspicion.

Rex Grey has hired a trained
killer to eliminate the witnesses.

Not up to my usual
standards to be sure, but

I suppose I can endure.

- It's not a vacation, Mr. Newsome.
- Oh please, call me Roger.

Are we not well-enough
acquainted by now, George?

No, we aren't, and I don't
think we ever will be.

You can call me Henry. I don't mind.

Why thank you, Henry. I shall, Henry.

So, what are we going
to do this evening?

We're going to ensure that Mr.
Newsome doesn't come to any harm.

Yes, but what do we do while we do that?

- Nothing, I suppose.
- "Nothing"?

Roger Newsome does not do
"nothing" on a Friday evening.

If we are confined to this...

room, we might at least
host a dinner party.

Absolutely not.
Nobody's supposed to know

where you are, Roger.
That's the whole point.

You called me Roger.

Have you told anybody that you're here?

(knocking)

Well, I could hardly just disappear.

- Ruthie!
- Oh, Roger!

(both make loud kissing noises)

May I present my sister,

- Ruth Newsome, of the esteemed...
- Of the Mimico Newsome's.

Roger is so thrilled to be
joining the Constabulary.

So I just, well, I had to come
and see what it was all about.

He hasn't "joined" the
constabulary, Miss Newsome.

Ruth, this is Constable Crabtree.

The bright, young, unmarried
constable I was telling you about.

And what about this one?

Yes, that's Constable Higgins,

but Constable Crabtree
is my dear friend.

- A top chum.
- Miss Newsome,

you have to leave. And I
implore that you not tell anybody

- your brother's location.
- Unhand me, you brute!

Ruth!

Constable Crabtree is
merely doing his job.

I'm sure if I arrange for the

two of you to socialize in a more

casual setting you will see
what a fine gentleman he is.

- Newsome, that's enough, thank you.
- Oh heavens, Roger. No, no, no.

You must promise me you'll get a haircut

before your presentation this weekend.

- You really look a fright.
- Yes, I know.

- I promise!
- (both make loud kissing noises)

- Goodbye, Constable Higgins.
- Miss Newsome.

Miss Newsome.

- What presentation?
- Well

I'm to present my Inca Tern findings

to the ornithology
community this weekend.

You are not to leave this room
until the trial, Mr. Newsome.

But I've already booked the
hall and sent invitations.

- All the top birders will be there!
- All the top birders

will have to wait.

I know what you're
trying to do, Mr. Grey.

You have a trained killer on the outside

trying to eliminate all of the witnesses

that agree to testify against you.

That's news to me.

I am going to find this
gunman, and when I do,

I'll establish a link to you.

And you'll be held
responsible for not one murder

but three.

And if you don't find him?

Is that an admission
that you hired the gunman?

(laughing): No. Of course it isn't.

But if you let me out of here,

I'll ask around for you.

Make your job a little easier.

I know you've had trouble with my case,

Detective.

You're never going to see
the streets of Toronto again.

- I have an idea.
- What's that?

Let me borrow your uniform.

- Why?
- So I can go for a haircut,

in disguise.

The killer would never
shoot a constable.

You'll not be giving a
bird presentation, Newsome,

so you needn't worry about your hair.

Well,

I can no sooner go to
court looking like this!

As soon as Rex Grey
is in a penitentiary,

you can have all the haircuts you want.

Until then, nobody cares
about you or your hair,

just your testimony.

(Henry snoring)

I'm hungry.

I suppose it is that time.

- I'll get our dinner.
- Thank you, George.

Oi, Higgins, I'm off to get our supper.

- Alright.
- Make sure he doesn't leave.

Alright.

(Henry resumes snoring)

Henry,

I'm going for a haircut.

Bye.

(door unlatches) Henry?

Yes, Detective?

Where's George?

He went to get supper, sir.

And took Mr. Newsome with him?

Yes. No!

Roger must have gone
out for a haircut, sir.

He's left the building?!

Sir, there he is.

- Henry. The balcony. The shooter!
- Sir.

Mr. Newsome, get down!

- Mr. Newsome, GET DOWN!
- (gunshot)

Get up, get up!

(gunshot, screams)

Gunshots, get down!

- Mr. Newsome, are you hit?
- No, I'm alright,

thank heavens.

I merely wanted a haircut.

- Yes, well...
- Ruth said my hair...

I merely wanted a haircut
before my presentation.

Inca Tern...

(meows weakly)

Tell George...

I had a bird's eye view.

Bird's...

Eye...

- No.
- View.

No, no. Mr. Newsome!

Bird's eye view?

That's right. He said: "Tell
George I had a bird's eye view."

I'm sorry, I can't
imagine what that means.

Well, he was dying. Perhaps
it was simply a delusion.

Tell me we have something, Detective.

I am terribly sorry, Mr. Daniels,

but the shooter got
away without a trace.

Again?!

You're telling me he left
nothing behind for us?

Sir, he is meticulous.

A professional, if you will.

It was going to be difficult
enough to prosecute Mr. Grey

without the murder weapon. Now I
don't have any witnesses, either.

Mr. Newsome was a pain in the neck,

but I wish he'd survived.

What if he had?

Had what?

Survived. What if he was still alive?

What in heavens are you talking about?

You just told me the
man died in your arms.

But at this point, no
one else knows that.

What if we created the illusion

that Mr. Newsome survived the shooting

and was still determined
to testify against Mr. Grey?

How does that help me? I can't
put a corpse on the stand.

No, but if we present him all about town

as if he is still alive,

perhaps the killer will
try to kill him again.

Exactly.

If we can catch the killer

in the process of trying
to re-kill Mr. Newsome,

then perhaps we can force him
to testify against Mr. Grey.

You want to parade a dead
man around town in hopes

that his murderer tries
to murder him again?

Yes.

Well it's mad,

but if you can get permission
from his next of kin,

give it a try.

George, perhaps you can get
permission from his next of kin.

Sir, might I suggest that
request come from Henry Higgins?

Newsome's sister took
quite a liking to him.

Very well.

Perhaps Henry will embrace the
opportunity to redeem himself.

Let me begin by saying how

very sorry I am for
your loss, Miss Newsome.

I will miss him dearly. But

I am glad he got to fulfill his desire

to be a constable in his last days.

Yes. Actually, there

is more he can do to
help the Constabulary.

How do you mean?

Well, Miss Newsome, with your permission

we would like to try

to bring Roger back to life,

resurrect him, if you will,
so he may continue to help us

with our case against Rex Grey.

- The plan would be to try to fool...
- Oh, thank heavens!

Oh, yes, yes, yes, of course I permit!

- I most certainly permit!
- Well, that was easy!

I get my beloved Roger back!

You can revive him!

- When may I see him?
- Wait now, Miss Newsome...

My darling brother!

Roger and I will grow
old together after all.

- Hold on, Miss Newsome...
- And you!

I can't thank you enough for
this great gift, Henry Higgins.

The gift of life.

I think you must have misunderstood

what I'm trying to
ask you, Miss Newsome.

You see, Ro...

You see,

Roger is indeed dead.

We cannot literally
bring him back to life.

No?

No. That's impossible.

We would merely like
to pretend he's alive

- in order to catch his killer.
- Pretend?

Oh.

So,

may we have your permission to present

Roger around town as if he were alive?

It really is our best
hope to catch his killer.

You're going to take
Roger out in public?

Yes.

I have one condition.

I don't believe I've given
anyone a haircut before.

It's quite fun.

And I've never applied
makeup to a corpse.

You could moonlight as
a mortician, Miss James.

Between this and my studies,
I'm doing more than enough

moonlighting, I should think.

I can almost see the life
returning to his cheeks, Miss James.

William, where do you get your hair cut?

I don't believe you have ever
mentioned going to the barber.

Oh, it's nowhere special.

Surely the barber shop has a name.

I can't recall.

You, William Murdoch, the
man who remembers everything,

cannot recall where he has his hair cut?

No, I don't. I prefer to use my mind

for more important things.

Alright.

I was just curious.

Well, I feel as though I'm
being interrogated, Julia.

And I feel as if I'm being lied to.

Dr. Ogden,

is that enough rouge?

A touch more, Miss James.

Perhaps you cut your
own hair, is that it?

- No.
- It is, isn't it?

No, it isn't.

It would be tremendously
difficult to get the back even.

Perhaps your hair simply doesn't grow.

You've never been to the barber.

Mrs. Kitchen.

Mrs. Kitchen, the landlady?

I return to my boarding house

every other Wednesday at
lunch to have my hair cut.

Well,

now that I'm an expert

perhaps you'll allow me next time?

Oh, no, thank you.

Then I would be without an
excuse to have her beef stew.

The truth emerges.

There.

This wheeled chair
will allow Mr. Newsome

some natural movements,
such as waving his hands.

I've opted for the royal wave.

The person pushing the wheelchair

controls the movements very discreetly

by adjusting these knobs.

And he's fresh from the barber.

Now that rigor has passed,

he's ready for the town!

Unfortunately, Mr. Newsome
lost the use of his legs

after the shooting. We
hope it's only temporary,

and in the meantime, Detective
Murdoch has outfitted him

with a special wheeled chair.

And he's still willing to
testify against Mr. Grey?

Yes. He's more determined
now than ever, Miss Cherry.

How can you be sure that
the man who shot Mr. Newsome

is in fact working for Mr. Grey?

Well, we can't prove it yet,

but the three witnesses
set to testify against him

being shot just prior to the trial...

a difficult coincidence to overlook.

You mentioned that Mr. Newsome
had been placed in seclusion

at the Windsor House Hotel,
under your supervision.

How did he come to
be shot on the street?

Yes, that. Well, he had some
important matters to see to,

vital to the preparation of the trial.

- It sadly couldn't be avoided.
- Forgive me for asking,

but does Mr. Newsome fault
you or the constabulary

- for his current predicament?
- He hasn't said so.

Well, keep me abreast, Constable.

Miss Cherry. Will do.

Well done, George. Heck
of a yarn you wove for her.

Yes, I suppose so.

What's the matter?

It's all a big lie, isn't it?

Yes, I know. It's great.

Yes, but the truth will
come out eventually.

What will she think of me then?

What does she think of you now?

I don't know.

Well, if it helps us catch two
killers, is it not worth it?

Gentleman, say hello to Roger Newsome.

Hello.

Oh my goodness!

You can't make him talk, can you sir?

(knobs squeaking)

No, Henry.

As you can see, I have customized

this wheeled chair so that
its operator can manipulate

- Mr. Newsome's movements.
- Sir, it's nothing short of remarkable.

Very inventive.

But how exactly are we going
to lure out Rex Grey's man?

Actually, I have given
that considerable thought.

As a result of the newspaper article,

the gunman likely knows Mr. Newsome

is staying at the Windsor House.

And we know the gunman's modus operandi

is to shoot his targets from
a distance like a sniper.

We can use that to our advantage.

We will roll Mr. Newsome all the way

to the Windsor House, allowing
everyone a good look at him

to see that he is indeed
alive. Once there,

Dr. Ogden and I will set him up
for dinner in our suite,

conveniently seating him
in front of the window,

thus allowing the gunman a clean shot

from the building next door.

Meanwhile, you two will
have discreetly secured

the building next door.
When the gunman tries

to make his escape, he should
run right into your arms.

Now don't forget, he is armed,

so you must make a stop
at the armory yourselves.

Well, let's hope it works.

Oh, I'm quite confident it will.

- So you'll make a new plan.
- You always do.

But I liked this plan, Julia.

Perhaps the shooter realized
that the building next door

had been secured.

Or he realized Mr. Newsome
was in fact already dead.

A sobering thought.

You barely touched your
roast chicken, Mr. Newsome.

Was something the matter?

(as Newsome): I suppose I
lacked an appetite, knowing I was

going to be shot any moment.

Or rather he mistakenly
thought you'd prepared it.

(phone rings)

Detective Murdoch.

Yes, George, please come
and collect Mr. Newsome

and bring him to the morgue's
cold storage for the night.

- Higgins...
- George, catch him!

Oh Higgins, his hand went in my mouth!

Come on, George. OK. Here we go.

Higgins, try to move his feet.

His feet, like this.

Mr. Newsome, I wager the
Detective would make some

interesting dinner conversation?

I've never dined with
him myself, you see.

Higgins, why are you talking to him?

George, we have to pretend he's alive!

I imagine the doctor would
have been in her evening wear?

All right, Higgins, that's enough.

- Let's just get him in the chair.
- OK.

- (gunshot)
- Roger! Mr. Newsome, are you OK?!

Higgins, go after the gunman!

Another forty-five calibre, Detective.

Pierced his heart. Surely
would have been fatal,

if he were not already dead, of course.

Thank you.

Once again, this is all the
gunman's left behind for us.

It would appear the ruse is up, William.

The gunman must be convinced
of Mr. Newsome's death by now.

Not necessarily.

My bullet resistant vest.

Gun please.

Ears.

(gunshot)

So if Mr. Newsome
had've been wearing this,

last night's shooting
would not have been fatal.

- Hypothetically.
- Hypothetically.

So, should Miss James and
I revive him once again?

If you would, please.

How do we convince the killer
that Newsome was wearing this?

Have your newspaper friend
write another article

about how Mr. Newsome
survived yet again.

Obviously the shooter took
notice of the first article.

Right.

And here it is.

Goodness, the constabulary
surely thought of everything.

It's an original invention
of Detective Murdoch's.

Made out of metal and silk.

(camera clicks)

And now it's saved Mr. Newsome's life.

- That's right.
- And even after this latest brush with death,

- you still believe he'll testify?
- He insists.

I would surely like to interview him.

A couple of quotes
would spruce up my story.

That will not possible. You see,

Miss Cherry, the vest...

while it did save the man's life,

the sheer impact of it,

the bullet broke one of his ribs

and speaking is very painful.

Even his breathing is not noticeable.

Very well.

Why are you bringing
these stories to me,

of all reporters?

You wouldn't be finding excuses to
see more often, would you, Constable?

No, that's not the reason.

I mean, I very much enjoy your company,

but I'm under direct orders
from Detective Murdoch.

Well shoot, George,

if we had thought to put this on
Roger Newsome, he might still be alive!

Oh, Henry!

So he wasn't wearing this last night?

No.

- Constable Crabtree?
- He was not.

So he's dead...

And has been this entire time.

- Uh oh.
- Yes,

but... Wait, Miss Cherry!

Miss Cherry, wait! Please, wait!

I unwittingly lied to
my readers thanks to you.

- I know. I'm sorry. I didn't want to do it.
- Perhaps I'll write a story

of how the Constabulary
deceive the public!

- How would you like that?
- I would not like that.

But I have a proposition.

If you print the story of
Mr. Newsome surviving again,

then when the trial is over,
I will give you and only you

the whole true story,

the story of how the
Constabulary brought a corpse

back to life to catch a killer
and bring Rex Grey to justice.

I've covered Mr. Grey before,

and I know full well how evil he is.

If this will help send
him to the gallows then

I suppose I should do my part.

But you do owe me,

- Constable Crabtree.
- Miss Cherry.

We need to get Mr.
Newsome out into the open,

but in an enclosed space so
that we can catch the killer.

I wonder if we can create some sort of

event for Mr. Newsome to attend.

Sir, we may not have to create one.

Just prior to his death,
Mr. Newsome was determined

to follow through with this
presentation he was to give tonight

on the fancy bird that he discovered.

- Right.
- Why don't we let him?

Is it too late to get a mention of
it in the latest newspaper article?

I shouldn't think so, sir. However...

if the killer was too cautious
to take a shot at the hotel,

why would he tonight
at the presentation?

Just as it is may very well be

our last chance to trap the gunman,

it's also the gunman's last
chance to kill Mr. Newsome.

Right. And Grey must
be leaning on his man

to finish the job with the
trial right around the corner.

But how is Mr. Newsome going to present?

He remains, after all, a corpse.

Perhaps I'll present for him, sir.

I'll wheel the sitting duck out there

and then explain to the
audience that Newsome can't speak

due to a broken rib.

- I'll be his voice.
- Very good, George.

Very good.

I suppose you had better brush up
on your ornithology before then.

I rather look forward to it.

I do hope Mr. Newsome's hair is
satisfactory after my little trim.

Yes, Julia, I've been meaning
to speak to you about something.

What is it?

If it means that much to you,

- the next time I need 0a haircut...
- (gasps delightedly)

- What about Mrs. Kitchen's beef stew?
- Well...

- I could request her recipe.
- (Murdoch stammers)

- We really should be off.
- On our date.

We're there to catch a killer.

- We must be mindful of our surroundings.
- Well,

we'll have to be
love-birds after work then.

Henry,

I need you, along with
the other constables

to station yourselves out here,
ready to apprehend the gunman

- should he escape.
- Yes, sir.

Now, I have sealed off the
back so you need only be

mindful of the front and side entrances.

- It's good thinking, sir.
- It's an interesting bird,

this Inca Tern.

If he shoots, you will be
able to hear it from outside,

so ready yourself along
with the other constables

- to apprehend the gunman.
- (George meowing uncertainly)

George?

Sir, I'm trying to perfect

the Inca Tern's unusual cat-like call.

Alright, let's position
ourselves inside,

and get ready. Henry,

don't let him escape.

The air was still, damp with mist.

I'm sorry, the air was
still damp with mist.

Mr. Newsome had been
out for more than an hour

and seen nothing but a
crooked-beaked blue jay.

But something compelled him to push on,

a calling if you will.

Excuse me...

nay, not a calling.
Something more powerful.

And so Mr. Newsome bravely forged on.

It was then he heard
a faint cat-like meow

coming from a tree.

(George meows, audience laughs)

He approached the tree
quietly and he saw this!

- (crowd gasps)
- The Inca Tern!

The first ever observed
in North America.

A momentous ornithological discovery,

calling into question all we thought

we knew about migratory patterns!

- (clapping)
- Nonsense! Nonsense!

What you are claiming,
Mr. Newsome, is a lie.

It's impossible!

Mr. Faber, how can you argue
against this photograph?

Clearly taken in Toronto.

I don't know, but it can't be real!

Well, I assure you, sir, it is.

I want to hear it from Mr. Newsome
himself, not his mouthpiece!

- (gunshot)
- Stop!

Sir! Sir! I got him!

I stopped him, just like you said.

He's dead.

We needed him ALIVE, Henry!

I'm sorry, sir.

Same calibre as the bullets taken
from the other two witnesses.

Leaving little doubt their
killer is the same man.

And even less doubt that
he's working for Rex Grey.

Yet we can't establish
a definitive link.

Sir, without witnesses to testify,

is he just going to walk free?

Unfortunately, I see no
choice but to telephone

Crown Prosecutor Daniels and
tell him the charade is over.

- (phone rings)
- I solved the case!

I solved the case!

To which case are you
referring, Mr. Faber?

This is Roger's grand discovery!

A dead Inca Tern!

I told you he was lying!

Well, how can you be sure this is the
bird that Mr. Newsome photographed?

- Because I got it from his house.
- Ruth Newsome gave you this?

- No.
- You broke in then?

No, I would never do such thing.

I found an open window.

So it's a stuffed bird.
Why are you so intent

on ruining the reputation of a dead man?

Because I knew that the Inca
Tern couldn't possibly be

in Toronto, yet everyone
chose to believe Roger instead.

- How can you be sure?
- Because,

the Inca Tern is native to South America

and restricted by the Humboldt Current.

Making its way to Canada
would be an impossibility.

The fool!

If he knew anything about birds

he would have at least chosen one that

could conceivably make it here.

So you believe Mr. Newsome
had the bird shipped

from South America so he
could discover it in Canada.

Yes! And it likely died en route,

making him a bird killer, too.

So he then stuffed the
bird, placed it up a tree

- and discovered it anyway.
- Yes! Yes! Exactly!

But for him to place
the bird in the tree,

he would have to climb it.

I had a bird's eye view.

Bird's... eye...

view.

- "Bird's eye view."
- Sir?

Mr. Newsome's dying words. At first,

I wasn't sure what he meant,

but he may have been trying to tell us

that he saw something
more from atop the tree

where he placed this bird.

Sir, he did at one point
hint to me that he knew

something more about the case.

I thought he was trying to
weasel his way out of testifying.

- We have to find that tree.
- How will we do that?

Bring along Mr. Newsome's photographs.

- Yes, yes, let's do that.
- And you, Mr. Faber,

will be staying here,

being booked for breaking in
and stealing Mr. Newsome's bird.

But... But I solved the case.

Gimme that bird.

So,

Mr. Newsome saw the bird

and photographed it
early in the morning?

That's right, sir, the air
was still damp with mist.

So...

The sun would have been
coming from that direction,

which means that could be our tree.

Sir, I'm surprised Newsome

would climb a tree in the first place.

he seemed so particular
about his trousers.

What I don't understand is if
Mr. Newsome did see something,

why not simply tell us

instead of risking his life to testify?

Yes, but sir, this is a
man who at the puzzle club

had us all believing that he
was a killer just so we would

also think he was the first
one to solve the puzzle.

Prideful man, I suppose.

Hmm.

Could this feather be from our bird?

Sir, that white tip?

That's as unmistakable
as the Inca Tern's

red beak and white moustache.

Ah, yes.

Yes, this is it, George.

This is where Mr. Newsome

planted his bird

in the tree

before leading his fellow
bird watchers back here to

witness him making his false discovery.

Having no idea they would be
about to see Rex Grey murder

his business partner in the distance.

At which time they immediately fled,

leaving his precious bird behind.

Newsome perhaps retrieved it later that
day, sir. When the police were gone.

And when he did, he would
have had the same vantage point

of the murder scene that I do now.

It would have been roughly
the same time of day...

George,

I believe we may have what we need

to convict Mr. Grey.

Without any witness testimony
or evidence to speak of,

I see no choice but to release Mr. Grey.

Thank you, Your Honour.

- (whispering): I told you.
- I am not happy about this.

(knocking at door)

Mr. Daniels, your office
said we might find you here.

Detective Murdoch.

Did you come to see off Mr. Grey
now that he's about to be released?

Quite the opposite, actually.

The murder weapon.

Found near the scene of the crime,

complete with Mr.
Grey's fingermarks on it.

And the bullets match the
one found in his partner.

Your Honour, I do believe we
should proceed with the trial.

See you bright and early, Mr. Grey.

Why the bird?

I was going to try to explain
how we came to find the gun.

This bird had a hand in it,

but it's perhaps too long a story now.

Then save it for the stand, Constable.

- You want me to testify?
- Why yes.

And bring your bird.

You can thank Mr. Newsome
for this, Mr. Grey.

That's Roger Newsome.

Of the Mimico Newsomes.

I've had my share of
run-ins with Mr. Newsome

over the recent years,
and I have to say:

only now, in death,

have I grown to admire the man.

For with his dying words,

he helped the constabulary
catch a killer.

And so, now,

I hope that Mr. Newsome is
looking down on us with pride

from his newly-found "bird's eye view".

And now, for some closing remarks,

I would like to call on
Detective William Murdoch.

- Go ahead, William.
- I hardly knew the man.

You spent the whole weekend with him!

I recently had occasion to

dine with Mr. Newsome,

and I can say that his
table manners were exemplary.

Bravo! Yes. Bravo!

(unsure applause)

I truly am sorry we weren't able to

bring Roger back for you, Miss Newsome.

Oh?

Just how sorry are you, Henry?

Miss Cherry, I didn't
even see you back here.

A good reporter knows
how to go unnoticed.

I suppose I owe you a story.

I have the time if you
have the inclination.

Alright then.

I told you this would be fun.

This is a hobby for people

with entirely too much
time on their hands.

Not a city coroner
or a police detective.

One must strike a balance between

work and leisure, William.

It's a bit too leisurely.

Now if only we could
find a bird to watch.

Birds are everywhere.

You see them walking to your grocer.

I don't understand
travelling all this way

to see something that's all around?

Yes but here we can observe
them in their natural habitat.

But why?

Birds behave the same here
as they do in the city.

They will fly, they'll
perch, they'll sing.

Surely you can
appreciate the tranquility

of the setting, at least!

Yes, well, it is quiet...

And secluded.

William!

Someone might see us!

(gasp) Look, William!

It's a North American Goldfinch!

Or is it merely a Yellow Warbler?

Regardless, it's magnificent.

Oh! What a thrill!

William?

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