Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s19e07 Episode Script

Ah
And, finally, here he
is, the great man himself.
Detective, please let me
introduce you to Nigella Fletcher.
She is my third cousin twice
removed, or something like that.
Second cousin thrice removed, actually.
Oh. It's a pleasure to
meet you, Mrs. Fletcher.
Miss. Sadly unmarried,
but please let me say, assuredly,
the pleasure is all mine.
Your renown stretches right
across the pond and back again.
Oh. Thank you.
Thank you. And what brings
you all the way to Toronto?
She's an author! (LAUGHING)
Nigella has written a penny dreadful.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, Tommy,
hardly a penny dreadful.
It is a proper novel,
and despite the, uh, subject matter.
- Which is?
- Why, murder of course.
Oh, I'm sure you'll be interested.
Nigella is on a speaking
tour promoting her book,
so I said I'd show her the finest
police station in all the colonies.
I'm hoping to set a
novel in your fair city.
Hm. And who better than
to show Miss Fletcher
the inner workings of
the Toronto Constabulary
than the great detective
himself, William Murdoch?
And on that note, I shall
take my lovely wife to lunch.
Oh! Well, we're not going to that
dreadful public house, are we?
There's nothing wrong with
Ryan's hotpot. Au revoir!
(MARGARENT): All right. Au revoir.
Well, Detective Murdoch,
I am your humble student.
Oh! And would you do me the
honour o-of signing this?
I really enjoyed your book.
It has given me numerous ideas.
Uh, just let me get a pen.
So you're saying science is
a better determinate of guilt
than looking someone in the eye?
The eyes can lie.
- Science never does.
- Yeah, but it's not infallible.
True, but it can help to determine
the direction one's
investigation should take.
Well, that's interesting.
- Yeah, but what if
- (PHONE RINGING)
- Excuse me.
- Oh.
Detective Murdoch.
Yes. Yes, of course.
I'll be right there.
- Henry?
- (HENRY): Uh, yes, sir?
Miss Fletcher, allow me to introduce you
to Henry Higgins-Newsome,
one of our finest constables.
Oh. Well, thank you,
sir. I do what I can.
Then please be so kind
and show Miss Fletcher
the ins and outs of your complex work.
- Oh. All right.
- Right.
- Well.
- It's no easy job
being a police constable,
let me tell you.
The road is often fraught with danger.
Well, you look well able to handle it.
Oh, thank you. Yes.
I remember one time I was
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WOMAN SOBBING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SOBBING)
Hello.
Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.
I
(SOBBING)
Detective.
Ralph Wells.
Mr. Addison is in there.
Thank you.
Gentlemen. Thank you.
I'll take it from here.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)
I'm with the detective.
Miss Fletcher, please.
This is a crime scene.
Then this is indeed my lucky day.
(THEME MUSIC)
Please don't touch anything.
Of course.
Ooh.
- A-anything.
- Oh.
Where is Constable Higgins?
Oh, I lost him about an
hour ago, wasn't much to it.
Your desk sergeant very
helpfully told me where you were,
so I thought I'd come
to where the action is.
Well, now you've seen it.
- What, you want me to go?
- Yes.
- But
- Please.
(JOE): Teddy.
Teddy Roberts!
Joe!
Finally.
This is the last
station house on my list.
I-I thought I'd never find you.
What are you doing here?
I came to visit my
friend in the big city.
- What about your farm?
- Fields weren't ready for planting,
so I thought, hey! I
got a friend in Toronto.
Maybe I should come and
see this place for myself.
- So, show me around!
- I, uh, can't. I'm on shift.
- Later then?
- Sure.
Do you mind if I just,
uh, leave this here?
I'm going to go kick
around for a few hours.
Uh, you going to be all right?
Yeah. What, you think the
big city's gonna eat me up?
You don't need to be
worried about Joe Enns.
He knows how to handle himself.
Teddy.
So what part of full cooperation
didn't you understand?
- Sir?
- I heard you told Nigella
to leave you alone.
Not in so many words,
but she was interfering
with our investigation.
She simply wants to learn from you.
I promised her that you would cooperate.
Oh, I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
Here, Detective, I've
got something for you.
- What is it?
- Well, as best as I can reckon,
a full list of all who attended
Mr. Addison's retirement party.
Mr. Wells provided it after
you threw me out of the office.
See that, Murdoch. A Brackenreid,
- possibly somewhere down the line.
- (CHUCKLING)
Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me.
- Where're you going?
- To the morgue, sir.
Well, take Nigella with you.
She may as well get a
look at the nitty-gritty.
I like nitty-gritty.
So what specialized training
do you have, Miss Hart?
I have a medical degree.
But most of what I gleaned is
from working with that man there.
And his wife, of course.
Oh, yes, the-the former coroner.
- Hm.
- Still, quite the position.
A real achievement for
a woman like yourself.
What have you Miss Hart?
He was killed with a small-bore
weapon, likely a 22-calibre.
Do you think it could be self-inflicted?
Possible. Detective,
take a look at this.
I-if you would excuse me?
Oh! Sorry. Yes.
There are traces of
fabric found in the wound.
- Hm
- That explains it.
The gun must have been wrapped in it.
Therefore no one heard the shot,
especially if the party was
quite raucous. Don't you think?
- Very good. Thank you.
- Hm.
Well, I suppose those
who can't do, write.
(CHUCKLING)
So, what's the next step, Detective?
Ah, well, in the morning
I shall be interviewing
all those who were present at the party.
- In the morning?
- Yes.
Oh! That's excellent.
You can attend my reading tonight.
Oh.
"Amelia Turnbury
and Janet Maloney
were the dearest of friends.
They had known each
other since childhood and
grew up in harmony
despite the difference in
both their class and religion.
Amelia was to the manner born,
or at least she carried herself as such,
whilst Janet would never
have been given the chance
to rise above the station
her religion permitted.
and it was on that cold November day
Janet went missing."
(CHUCKLING)
(APPLAUSE)
I'm not sure how much more
I want to hear of this.
Oh, don't be daft, Margaret.
It's just a work of fiction.
I know she's a relative,
but she's pretty good, eh?
Even though I say so myself. Hm.
She does have a keen eye for detail.
- Thank you.
- (BRACKENREID): Most women do,
- and it's bloody annoying.
- Thomas!
(CHUCKLING)
Why don't you let her
sit in on your interviews?
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
You think that's a good idea?
Well, you've just said
yourself she's got a keen eye.
Let's see what her hearing's like.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Well, if he killed himself,
he denied everyone else the pleasure.
I take it he was not well-liked.
He was a liar.
He promised me a partnership.
I waited for him to retire;
thought I'd hear the magic words.
Nothing.
And that made you angry?
Uh, Miss Nigella Fletcher.
She's assisting me on this.
Well, Miss Fletcher, of
course that made me angry.
But I wouldn't kill him.
I don't believe anyone at
the firm would have done that.
Besides, we were in the outer office
celebrating his retirement.
- Did no one hear the gunshot?
- No.
And you didn't see
anyone go into his office?
We were having a party.
Nobody was paying rapt
attention to comings and goings.
You said no one at the
firm would kill him.
Now, can you say the
same for his clients?
Oh-ho. Mr. Addison had
his share of enemies.
- Who are they?
- Who are th
Well, the last one to openly
threaten him was Adam Burke.
Well, that is a shame.
Trevor was looking forward to retiring.
You were friends?
We were good friends
before his wife died.
After that, he became bitter,
unpleasant to be around.
I see.
You were overheard uttering threats.
No reason to lie about that.
Our last conversation was an angry one.
Ooh, what happened?
You're that writer, aren't you?
- Nigella Fletcher.
- I am.
My wife was at your reading last night.
- She said your book was a corker.
- Oh!
Well, tell her thank you for me.
If we could, um
Uh, what were you and
Mr. Addison arguing about?
He was representing me
in a real estate deal
- and he cheated me.
- How so?
Found out after the fact
he was working both sides,
buyer and seller.
- Well, isn't that illegal?
- It is if it's not disclosed.
Trevor made out like a bandit.
Overvalued the property, as well.
I paid much more than I should have.
So, yes, I was angry.
But I wasn't at the party last night
and I certainly didn't kill him.
I take it you can
confirm your whereabouts?
I certainly can.
Now, can I ask you:
when is your next novel coming out?
Oh! Well, it's just in the
plotting stage at the moment.
And that's why I'm here.
I'm actually thinking of,
um, setting it in-in Toronto.
- No!
- Well, I
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Henry, did a man named Joe
Enns call in last night?
Yes, he was wondering where you were.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- You weren't around.
Did he say where he might be?
I'm not your secretary, Roberts.
- Are you worried about him?
- Well, he's a trusting fellow.
And in this city? It's
good reason to worry.
Uh, excuse me. I need to
talk to Detective Murdoch.
I'll take you to him.
And thank you, Henry.
This way.
She was one step up from a dolly-mop.
So that was Mr. Addison's
private secretary?
Samantha Leon.
And if that's what you
want to call it, go ahead.
He took her on shortly after
his wife died two years ago.
Why would this Miss Leon
want to kill Mr. Addison?
Well, he finally came to
his senses and fired her.
She threatened to kill him.
Seems she's made good on it.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Why are you not interviewing Miss Leon?
We will, in time, but for now,
we are returning to
the scene of the crime.
But why when we know
who the criminal is?
We don't. All we have is an accusation.
And every moment that the examination
of physical evidence is delayed,
the more chance there is for error.
Oh. I see.
And I've now received new
information about the crime.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(MISS BERGER): He said
he was a friend of yours.
So you threw him in the cells?
It's what's done to those
found drunk and disorderly,
friend of the police of not.
Are you going to charge him?
I should, but I'll let it pass.
- This time.
- Thank you.
(ROBERTS SIGHS)
(SNORING)
(KNOCKING ON BARS)
Joe! Wake up.
Oh, Teddy.
(GROANING)
(SIGHS) You all right?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now that was a whale
of a night. (CHUCKLING)
All right, let's get
you out and cleaned up.
This city's sure got a lot to offer.
- I could take a big bite out of it.
- Hm.
Looks like it bit you back. Let's go.
A lady copper?
Now I've seen everything.
Up and out, Joe!
Hold your horses. Do you know her?
(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)
I do.
- Is she taken?
- (ROBERTS SIGHS)
(DEVICE WHIRRING SOFTLY)
What ya doing?
There is obviously blood on the desk,
but I'm endeavouring to
find traces of it elsewhere,
which could point to
the killer's next steps.
But there is nothing.
The painting.
- What about it?
- It's askew.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
It's empty.
How much money was in there?
I-I don't know.
Who else was aware of
this safe's existence?
Uh, only me,
Mr. Addison and the trollop.
Have you spoken to her yet?
By all accounts she wasn't at the party.
That's true.
But she very well could
have been in this office.
Take a look at this.
Now. Now, that is clever.
It leads to the street.
Mr. Addison had it built years ago
when his wife was still alive.
It gave whomever he was entertaining
a chance to make a hasty exit
if Mrs. Addison were ever
to arrive unexpectedly.
Ah!
Excellent.
So what happens now?
Constables will look
into the backgrounds
of each of the employees
at Mr. Addison's firm
and then they will also
compare their fingermarks
to those that were found on the safe.
And if they don't match?
We'll then look at the fingermarks
of known criminals in police database.
Tedious work.
But necessary.
- Right.
- Oh.
Uh, where are we now?
Miss Samantha Leon's
current place of employment,
- the Dart and Dagger.
- Oh.
(DOOR OPENS)
What can I say? He made
promises to me he never kept.
Of course I hated him.
(MISS FLETCHER): So you
weren't troubled by his death?
He fired me and look where I am now.
Oh, so this is his fault?
I used to work behind a bar
and I would've never
let it get to this state.
- Miss Fletcher, please.
- Of course it's his fault!
- He promised to take care of me.
- Oh!
Men rarely tell the truth
when a lie could always
get them what they want.
Look, if someone had betrayed
me like Mr. Addison betrayed you,
I would have done the same thing.
Miss Fletcher, I must insist, please.
Sorry, Detective.
Miss Leon, your fingermarks
are a match for some of those
found on Mr. Addison's private safe.
- Care to explain?
- After he fired me,
- I snuck into his office.
- You do know about his secret passage?
- I do.
- Well, I used it to get hold
of the money he had promised me.
But he had changed the combination.
So you returned later,
and in a fit of rage, you killed him.
Oh, it's certainly
what I would have done.
Well, I am not you, and unlike you,
I do have time for my ship to come in.
Oh, just admit it. You killed him
Miss Fletcher, that is enough.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Thank you for your time
and, uh, my apologies.
I'm sorry. I thought if I pressed her,
she'd blurt out something
useful. I apologize.
It's just so thrilling
working next to you.
I endeavour to be better in the future.
But is it not true
that a gambit like that
works from time to time?
And sometimes it just
serves to scare them off.
This is my
This is a police investigation.
Not yours.
Uh, understood.
"I had watched Amelia Turnbury
and Janet Malone for some time.
The two were arrogant and insufferable.
Janet had recently rebuffed my advances
and Amelia mocked me relentlessly.
The two spend hours in
the pub drinking for free
off the kindness of the desperate men.
But I had no interest
in being one of those men.
I wished to be God."
(APPLAUSE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
And if you would like to
know what happened next,
this fine establishment
has multiple copies
of my volume available.
(MISS FLETCHER LAUGHING)
Miss Fletcher, I've read
your book numerous times.
- Oh. Thank you.
- And numerous times you adopt
the persona of the killer.
- Was there a reason for that?
- Uh Oh!
I think it's important as a writer
to identify with all your characters.
Um suspect, victim, and killer.
Oh. And how do you do that?
Well, it's not that hard.
Uh, for example, have you ever imagined
killing someone who's done you harm?
Oh. More than once. (LAUGHING)
Oh, not you, dear.
Then all you have to do
is turn your imaginings into reality.
Oh! On paper, of course.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(PHONES RINGING)
Constable Roberts.
I need you to find out all you can
about an Iris and Adam Burke.
He's a real estate agent.
You think they were involved
in the murder of that lawyer?
They're persons of interest.
Right away, sir.
So, Murdoch, how is my third
cousin twice removed working out?
Well, she certainly has the
Brackenreid blood in her.
(BRACKENREID): You say
that like it's a bad thing.
Miss Berger. How are you faring?
Well, let's just say,
now I've seen everything.
- How's that?
- A man your friend
was found gambling with
thinks one of the people
at the table stole
twenty dollars off him.
So, a criminal in the
act of committing a crime
is reporting a crime against him.
That's about the sum of it.
You know, sometimes
I do miss the country.
Well, the country isn't
all sunshine and light.
So, she's been harassing a suspect.
Can't say that's
something we've not done.
Yes, but we are police
officers, she is not.
Mm. I have to say, though, it's a shame
that there are no female
coppers on the job.
(CLEARING THROAT)
A morality officer is not a copper.
I see. And why is it a shame?
Well, if a woman is
giving you the gears,
it wouldn't take long before
you would confess to anything
just to get her to turn off the tap.
Sir?
It was a joke. I was joking.
But I do admit, sometimes
you women see things
that us men are too thick to see.
That's better.
(CHUCKLING)
Anyway, uh, Murdoch, I want to
thank you for all your efforts.
It won't be much longer.
She'll be leaving soon.
Understood.
Uh, sir, you weren't at
the reading last night.
It was darts night at Ryans.
I wouldn't miss that just
for someone reading a book,
relative or no relative.
Detective Murdoch?
A Miss Samantha Leon just
called. She needs you.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Oh, don't worry. She's not dead.
It's amazing the skills one can pick up
when one takes a new job.
What happened?
She came in here, all full of fire,
accused me of murder.
Said a woman like me is
a disgrace to all women.
I asked her to please leave me alone,
and when she didn't, I did this.
(GROANING SOFTLY)
- Ah, the rovers return.
- Ha.
Heard you had a spot of
bother. You all right?
I thought if I talked
to her, woman-to-woman,
well, she'd reveal something.
Well, she revealed a
kosh from behind the bar.
Something I wish I had been aware of.
Look, what I did was wrong, Detective,
and I-I sincerely apologize.
Yes. But it wasn't the first time.
Sometimes I get carried away.
(SIGHS) Nigella, go home.
Margaret's waiting for you.
- But
- Let the detective do his job.
So this Miss Leon?
Well, sir, she might be involved.
But I fear Miss Fletcher's
actions have made her wary.
I'll get her off your back.
Sir.
Looked into the backgrounds
of both Mr. and Mrs. Burke.
- And?
- Nothing out of the ordinary
and both can account
for their whereabouts
of when Mr. Addison was killed.
Mm. Very good. Thank you.
Uh, may I take an early lunch?
I'm hoping to meet a
friend from back home.
- Yes. Of course.
- Thank you.
How is young Roberts fitting in?
Quite well, actually.
I feel he may be bound
for better things.
It's a shame his colour
will hold him back.
(SOFT MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
- (DOOR CLOSE)
- Well, look at you.
What do you think?
Pretty swish.
Definitely swish.
How were you able to afford that?
Here's the thing.
I woke up in the cells,
found there was 20 dollars in my pocket.
You didn't know you had $20?
Well, I did a bit of gambling
with a couple fellas last night
and I guess I won. (CHUCKLING)
You guess?
Things got a little hazy
as the night wore on.
Enough about my good fortune.
Tell me a bit about
that morality officer.
(SIGHS)
She's quite proper.
I doubt that she'd be interested in you,
uh, no offense.
Uh-huh.
We'll see about that.
- Hey, I thought we were having lunch?!
- Sorry, Teddy.
Froggie's going courting.
Before you go, uh, sit. Please. Please.
So, one of the men
you were gambling with
says someone stole 20
dollars out of their pocket.
Oh! Huh.
Yeah, it's a shame.
What about it?
Well, I just think it's funny
that you found 20 dollars.
Let me tell you, Teddy,
Joe Enns is a lot of things,
not all of them good, but
he ain't no thief.
Yeah. Right. I apologize.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(DISTANT HORSE NEIGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Well, no murder is undetectable.
Given time, forensic evidence
will reveal any method of death.
- Mm.
- But just because you find the method,
does not mean to say you
found the perpetrator.
Well, that's Detective Murdoch's job.
- Fortunately, he's very good at it.
- (CHUCKLING)
- You must have seen some horrible things.
- Oh, I have!
- Last week, I examined a man with a
- Um, let's keep our talk
of the grotesque for
the morgue, shall we?
Perhaps we could talk
about the weather, or
Well, would you look at that.
Hm. Somebody's enjoying
a shopping spree.
And at the most expensive
shop in town, no less.
Thomas makes me cover
my eyes when we walk by.
Now, that woman is a suspect
in Mr. Addison's murder
and apparently, a very
large amount of money
was stolen from Mr. Addison's firm.
And walking out of the
most expensive shop in town?
(GASPS) You think she's a killer?
- I certainly think it's possible.
- Oh!
Miss Fletcher.
Um, before you start,
Tommy has spoken to me and I do realize
I have been an unnecessary burden.
Oh! My book. Have you been enjoying it?
More than I thought I would, yes.
What can I do for you?
I saw Miss Leon
exiting Madame Pomoray's dress shop.
- Is that right?
- Mm. Well,
I did wonder.
I mean, how could she
afford to shop there?
I'm just a concerned citizen
providing the police
with some information.
(PHONE RINGING)
Detective Murdoch.
Yes.
I'll be right there.
Do you promise to stay out of my way?
(SIGHS)
- (KNOCKING AT DOOR)
- (JOE): Teddy! Teddy!
(ROBERTS): Joe.
Teddy.
Decided to spend some
time with your old friend?
- What's wrong?
- Couple of men following me.
- Men? What men?
- I don't know. Might've been
a couple of the fellows
I was playing cards with.
- Might have?
- You know, it's a-a bit foggy.
- Teddy, let me in, please. I think I'm in trouble.
- All right.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Looks like he's not the only one.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Somebody must have followed her
back from the shop and robbed her.
Well, that's one theory.
I suppose so, but
if she did kill Mr. Addison,
then she got what she deserved.
Is-is that from the law firm?
- It appears to be.
- So,
I was right about her all along.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Here it is.
Same calibre bullet
that killed Mr. Addison.
Coincidence?
What do you think, Miss Hart?
The more time I spend in here,
the less inclined I
am to believe in them.
So she killed Mr. Addison,
and then someone used the
same weapon to kill her.
- Wouldn't you say so, Detective?
- I would not.
What would you say?
I would say that there is
something terribly convenient
about all of this.
- Hm.
- Miss Hart.
Oh!
Ah, well, Detective,
I shall await the time
you come to the same
conclusion that I have.
You sound very certain of that.
(CHUCKLING)
It's, uh, it's my final reading tonight.
Will you be there?
I will endeavour to attend.
Detective.
Your telegram from
Doctor Ogden has arrived.
Thank you, Paul.
(SOFT MUSIC)
Oh!
Right. And I would like
to send another, please.
Yes, sir.
(MISS FLETCHER): "Amelia
was beside herself.
Her dearest friend had been
missing for over three days,
and the police did nothing.
It only strengthened her belief
that the life of a young woman
meant nothing to the powers that be.
But Amelia could not accept the fact
that her best friend was dead.
She knew she was out
there somewhere, suffering.
And at that moment,
Amelia did something
she knew the police would never do.
Dedicate her life
to finding the fiend
who had killed her friend,
all the while afraid
that she herself may
be the next victim."
(GASPS)
(APPLAUSE)
Now, you can rest assured
that though my character holds
the police in very low regard
(CROWD CHUCKLING)
that is certainly not
the case for the author.
I have been fortunate
to have borne witness
to the skills and acumen
of the great Detective Murdoch.
(APPLAUSE)
And I have been more
than a simple witness.
In fact, we are well on the way
of solving a dastardly
murder case in this fair city.
(CROWD MURMURING)
(ROBERTS): What are
you doing in my home?
I'm thirsty.
- And he's got our money.
- I didn't take your money.
Never said you did.
(ROBERTS): Then what?
Rick here stole the
money at the poker game,
left it in your coat pocket by accident.
That doesn't make any sense.
I was three sheets,
thought his coat was mine,
so hand it over.
I can't.
Why?
I spent it.
- You little weasel.
- Ah!
- You step away from him.
- It's not your business.
It sure is. I'm a police constable.
You're a copper.
(SNORTING)
That's rich.
Leave now or you're in trouble.
We'll leave when we get what we're owed.
Strip off those glad rags.
Teddy?
We're getting something out of this.
I don't think you have a choice, Joe.
- Do what the man says.
- Uh, uh?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- Sir.
- What have you, Henry?
I found nothing.
All of the employees at
Addison are accounted for
and none of them have ever been
found guilty of any wrongdoing.
It may have been that
secretary all along, sir.
- Don't be so sure.
- Miss Fletcher.
I know you told me to stay out of it,
but I think I've found
something of interest.
Thank you, Henry.
What have you found?
- Something your constable didn't.
- And what's that?
Well, your suspicion that
this was not a random robbery
got me thinking.
Now, could this attack be by someone
who knew that Miss Leon stole the money?
- Someone known to her.
- Exactly.
And look at this.
Now it seems that until two years ago,
Miss Daphne Potter did not exist.
Not exist What do you mean?
There is no record of her existence
before she became an
employee at Addison's firm.
- None?
- No.
There's no record of
previous employment.
There's no birth record,
nothing. She is a phantom.
May I come with you?
- I very much doubt I could stop you.
- Oh.
Miss Potter, what are you doing?
I'm leaving. Simply
collecting what is mine.
And, it appears, some
things that are not.
(TENSE MUSIC)
He was my ex-husband.
No one knew.
The two of you were divorced,
but you continued to work together?
Oh, I didn't have a choice.
And he paid me well.
Why did you tell no one of this?
Trevor had just started his firm.
He feared that knowledge of our divorce
would hurt his career, so he insisted
that we keep our past
relationship a secret.
He also told me I would be well
taken care of when he retired.
And then Samantha Leon came along.
She certainly did.
- And she stole his heart.
- (LAUGHING) Ah, no.
My husband would have fallen
for a turn of the ankle
and a woman of low character. (SCOFFS)
For two years, I
watched them carrying on.
- It was humiliating.
- Didn't he fire her?
Oh, it was a ruse.
I saw it as plain as day.
(ADDISON): Miss Leon, you
brought disgrace to this firm!
You're dismissed at once!
(SOBBING)
The steamship tickets were
all the proof that I needed.
He was going to leave
with her and the money.
That money was mine.
I sat and watched them in
humiliation for two years.
He was not going to give it to her.
She didn't steal the money, did she?
Well, you know the answer to that.
I went to rub it in her face.
Look what I have. She
was having none of it.
(GUNSHOT)
(BODY THUDS)
So I made it look like a robbery.
You murdered two people.
Two people who denied me
the life that I deserve.
Please escort Miss Potter to the cells.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
Sir, telegram you
requested just arrived.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- You wanted to see me?
- Yes.
You apprehended Miss Potter.
- I did.
- Oh, until I started looking
into Miss Potter's background,
I was convinced that Miss
Leon, uh, was the killer.
But you never thought that, did you?
Well, I found it difficult
to believe that deposit slips
would be something that Mr.
Addison kept in his private safe.
And that led you to believe
that they were planted.
- What about the money?
- What we found in Miss Leon's home
was a paltry sum.
Over $5,000 was stolen,
and we only recovered 50.
Hardly enough to justify murder.
That's a curious phrase.
Does anything justify murder?
That is a question I wanted
to ask you, as an author.
- Hm. Hm.
- Please, have a seat.
- I finished your book.
- Did you like it?
- I did. I did. Very much.
- Oh.
And you have quite an imagination.
Well, it is a blessing and a curse.
Sometimes I scare myself with
what my mind comes up with.
I can imagine.
I mean, sometimes,
I get taken away with my thoughts.
I hardly know what's
real and what isn't.
But-but you?
You must be a very strong man
to still believe in goodness
after all the nasty
business you've seen.
Oh.
- What's this?
- It's a telegram
I received from my wife.
I thought you might find it interesting.
Why would I think that?
Well, as you know, from my book,
my wife was a coroner.
She and I worked together
to solve hundreds of murders.
She currently resides in England.
- Hm.
- In her current position,
she has access to
confidential information,
such as coroner's reports.
- Oh, is that right?
- Yes.
And, uh, one such coroner's report
looks at the murder
of a Felicity Dowling.
She was murdered in the same
town that you resided in,
almost 20 years ago.
Oh, uh
I did not know they'd found her body.
- Oh, you knew her?
- Well, I knew of her.
I moved away from town
just after she disappeared.
In fact, she was the
inspiration for my novel.
(TENSE MUSIC)
I think she was much more than that.
Since you've arrived here in Toronto,
you have come across the
bodies of two murder victims.
And in neither case did you
show any sign of emotion.
Perhaps I'm more like you
than you would care to imagine.
I doubt that.
In this particular coroner's report,
uh, the coroner goes into great detail
about Miss Dowling's injuries.
It's very specific.
And these details were
only known to the coroner
and the investigating officer.
And, somehow, yourself.
"The first cut
severed her Achilles tendon.
This rendered her immobile.
I would have all the time I needed.
And the gag provided me
with the silence I desired."
"The second cut, again,
was only to wound.
I took great pains to avoid
all the major arteries.
I wanted her alive as long as possible,
so she could truly pay
for what she had done."
In listening to you, I was struck.
You sounded much less
like someone reading,
and more like someone remembering.
You have no proof.
No.
But I do now have something that
I can offer the Sheffield police
that they didn't have before.
And what's that?
A suspect.
(TENSE MUSIC)
When did you know?
The second reading.
I will say I didn't do it.
I would expect no less.
But you were right about
something you said earlier.
And what was that?
Sometimes the eyes don't lie.
(SIGHS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Could have brought my bag to me.
- Could have.
No, instead you want to parade me
around near naked in the Oh Lord.
Everything under control,
Constable Roberts?
It is.
City treating you well, Mr. Enns?
I've had better times in my life.
Cover yourself, or I'll have
no choice but to write you up.
Still think I have a chance with ?
- No.
- Didn't think so.
Are you sweet on her?
You are, aren't you? Okay, I get it,
mates before dates. But
if you want my advice
Uh, I don't think I'll be taking advice
from a man walking down
the street in his BVDs.
(ROBERTS CHUCKLES)
And Nigella admits all this?
She admits to being heartbroken
when Miss Dowling
announced her engagement
to a man Miss Fletcher loved.
And that's motive?
You know, Thomas,
I never did trust her.
She seemed sort of ghoulish.
So, you're charging her with murder?
Well, no, I can't.
Then why is she in the cells?
I'm charging her with interfering
in a police investigation.
Well, that won't stick.
I all but told her to get involved.
Yes, but I can keep her in our cells
until a detective
from Sheffield arrives.
Justice will be done.
Well, that's that, then.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- Oh, that's all right, Murdoch.
But do me a favour:
next time I have a relative that visits,
please do not arrest them.
- Come on, Margaret.
- (MARGARET): Hm.
(THEME MUSIC)