Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s19e21 Episode Script

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(SOFT MUSIC)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GASPS)
Ah!
(GROANING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Wait a
(GRUNTING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
- New timepiece, sir?
- Ah.
It belonged to a friend
of mine from New York.
Recently deceased.
Ah, yes, I heard.
- A private investigator?
- Yes. Johnny Moon.
I-If I may, what happened?
The brakes on his automobile
failed, middle of the night.
He went off the King's Highway.
This clock was my wedding
gift to him and his wife.
With Johnny gone, Vivian
asked me if I wanted it.
It doesn't appear to be working.
It's not about the
function. It's a memento.
Was there anything else?
Yes. We've received
reports of a murder
in a public bathroom near Union Station.
I was going to accompany
Detective Watts, but if you ?
No, no, no. I have a lunch date.
- With Johnny's widow, in fact.
- Oh!
She's coming to visit Toronto.
(TENSE MUSIC)
He was stabbed several times.
No sign of the assailant.
Or the attendant.
Who is he?
Whoever you want him to be.
Henry Clark. Albert Russo.
Oscar McCoy.
Evelyn Malone.
Vincent Blackwell.
(MURDOCH CLEARS THROAT)
Two chequebooks, a business card,
a driving licence from Quebec,
and a horse registration
from Pennsylvania,
all in different names.
- Curious.
- May have been a confidence man.
The toilet cover is down.
The dead man was likely sitting on it.
And these marks in blood.
Perhaps a cane?
There.
Something was stood there
blocking the blood spatter and the flow.
Ah, size of a suitcase?
If it was,
what was inside that
would be worth killing for?
(THEME MUSIC)
Sir, your attention please.
You said a suitcase?
Oh, yes, sir. Ah,
the-the dead man had a
suitcase, uh, tan-coloured.
Anything else?
Another man came in,
uh, slipped me a dollar.
Uh, wanted me to make myself scarce.
Not uncommon.
It's not uncommon for people
to pay you to leave your post?
I don't feel right about it, sir.
I don't approve.
- I'm afraid I don't understand.
- Oh.
Public bathrooms are sometimes
used by men to have liaisons.
I only get paid a quarter a day, sir.
I can't get by but for my tips.
What did he look like?
Regular height. Uh, white man, mustache.
- Was he using a cane?
- No, sir.
But he did have only the one leg.
(EXHALING) Hm.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(EXHALES)
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Albie!
Mrs. Vivian Moon.
- You look lovely.
- Oh, please.
Been on a train for ages. I haven't
changed my clothes or freshened up.
- Hm.
- I'm a sight.
How was your journey?
- Eventful.
- Hm.
Let's go to lunch, shall we?
(CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Oh, no.
- Oh, no?
Vivian!
(CHUCKLING)
You must join us.
- What a lovely surprise.
- And your charming companion?
- Albert's an old friend.
- Ah-ha.
Albert, this is Cecil
and Myrtle Winchester.
We ran into each other on the train.
They're friends of
Johnny's from Manhattan.
Johnny boy and I were awfully close.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Terribly sad.
But time comes for
all of us, doesn't it?
Hm.
Waiter. (SNAPS FINGERS)
- There'll be two more joining us.
- Uh.
(WAITER): Of course.
You think he would have noticed earlier.
Apparently, this is the
best restaurant in town,
- if you can believe it.
- (VIVIAN CHUCKLING)
- Oh.
- There you go, sir.
Yeah.
What do you do for a
living, Mr. Winchester?
I did real estate for a while.
Now I let my money make money.
Still, nothing that won't bore
the trousers off the entire restaurant.
- How do you two know each other?
- Mmm.
- Albert caught me stealing.
- That's not true.
Oh, yes it is. Put the cuffs on me
and tossed me in the clink.
How awful. How did you end up friends?
He made me pose as a gun
moll to earn my freedom.
Together we brought down Lupo the Wolf.
Our first meeting was
hardly that colourful.
Vivian and I met while
I was visiting New York.
We bumped into each
other at an antique shop.
A couple of years later
when I moved to the city,
I knew no one. So I looked up Vivian.
She and Johnny made me feel at home.
(CHUCKLES)
- What a joy to move to New York City, right?
- Hm.
- Everywhere else pales in comparison.
- Mmm.
I wouldn't say that.
Well, Toronto doesn't exactly
have the Great White Way.
Fashions aren't quite à la mode.
And the hotel.
The hotel.
What's wrong with the hotel?
Nothing at all. Just
there isn't much of a view.
Hm. No bother.
There's not much to see
here. You know, not really.
Not really. This soup is cold.
Listen to them.
You'd never know they only
moved to New York six months ago.
- It's unbelievable.
- Yes, I know.
It was funny hearing you
speak of Johnny that way.
How so?
With such kindness.
He's gone. And he mattered to you.
Thank you for lunch.
I'll call on you later.
Ma'am.
- Chief Constable.
- New lady in your life?
An old friend. Her husband just died.
Seems things are moving quickly.
No, nothing like that.
It would be inappropriate.
WORD OF ADVICE: steer clear.
A grieving woman doesn't
know what she wants.
Someone will end up getting hurt.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
We checked all five
of the victim's aliases
with city hall and the
other station houses.
All false.
We have constables canvassing
Union Station for any witnesses.
It's always the ones you least expect.
- Sir?
- Well, that Albert Choi.
He doesn't stand on ceremony
when he sees something that he wants.
- How do you mean?
- Some men have a lust for life, Murdoch.
A fire that burns within.
You try to hide it away, but
you never know when it's
going to flare up again.
Sounds as though you're
speaking from experience.
- Mm.
- Detective, Chief Constable.
We found a porter at Union Station
who recognizes the victim.
He remembered him because
he was being followed
- by a man with a limp.
- Oh, very good.
Did he by chance provide
you with a description?
He's speaking to Miss Leeming now.
- She's working on a sketch.
- Well done, Watts.
I also looked into all the
incoming trains around that time.
I thought if he was at Union
Station, maybe he'd just arrived.
- And?
- I had constables telephone
police stations in any city
within a day's train journey
and check the five names
we have for our victim.
A precinct in Philadelphia
recognized a name,
a known alias of a
career criminal named
Ancel Tuttle.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Sir. We have a name for the victim
and a sketch of the killer.
Do you by chance know an Ancel Tuttle?
I do not.
I have a question for you.
Yes, sir.
Is it true that your wife
was married once before?
- Ah. Yes.
- Hm.
So you met her when she was a widow?
We had known each other several years
before her husband died,
- in a professional capacity.
- Hm.
How long did you wait before
you began courting her?
Oh! Uh, I don't remember precisely.
Never mind. I apologize for
prying in your personal affairs.
But I will say, sir.
I did not wait long.
Suspect had only one leg.
Have any inquiries, report
to any of us. Thank you.
Any luck?
None so far.
Have you heard anything from
any of the other constables?
I have not.
Sir?
Could I have the rest
of the evening off?
Certainly. Why?
I was hoping to see this show tonight.
Aw.
Sounds riveting.
I believe they use hammer and nails.
I'm just putting you on, sir.
But I do believe it
would remind me of home.
Oh! Plenty of song and
scandal back home, is there?
Oh, you should see
Chatham on a Friday night.
- (LAUGHING)
- (WOMAN SCREAMING)
Roberts. With me.
(SCREAMING)
Excuse me. Uh, sorry.
Sir, look.
I don't suppose we'll be
needing the posters anymore.
Come in, Albie.
Good to see you, but
what are you doing here?
I'm glad you're all right.
Why wouldn't I be?
I was on my way over here
when we found a man
dead behind your hotel.
Oh dear.
- What happened?
- He was killed.
We believe he was responsible
for another murder this morning.
Oh.
Uh, perhaps you shouldn't stay here,
at least not tonight.
Why not?
Well, it could be dangerous.
- I don't mind a little danger.
- (SCOFFS)
I would never forgive myself
if anything happened to you.
Is it your job to protect me?
It's my job to protect everyone.
What do you suggest?
You could stay with me.
I don't think this invitation
is just about my safety.
What else could it be about?
I suppose I'll find out.
He was strangled.
I believe it was with
some sort of cloth or cord.
Take a look at the microscope.
(MURDOCH): Fibres of some sort?
Retrieved from the wound on his neck.
It's not like anything I've seen before.
Very smooth. Not cotton, or linen.
(WATTS): It's unusual.
This new victim is likely
the killer of Ancel Tuttle.
But we have no
information on either case.
Nor any information about his identity.
No identification, no wallet,
no one in the hotel
remembers seeing him.
But this should be a
distinguishing characteristic.
Right, then. First
thing tomorrow morning,
get the constables to
fan out from the hotel,
see if anyone saw anything.
Watts, you keep an eye on the hotel.
- Oh.
- Gentlemen.
Thank you, Miss Hart.
(HUMMING SOFTLY)
(BEVERAGES POURING)
- Where's the clock?
- In my office.
I spend more time there than here.
Having second thoughts
about giving it away?
No.
Johnny never understood
why it meant so much to me.
But it reminds me of him, so
I would rather you have it.
(SOFT MUSIC)
Sorry.
I was wondering when you would do that.
We should go to Florida.
Why on earth for?
To see the beach.
To get away. To live
somewhere beautiful.
To live? Hm.
Did you know that you can
drive an auto from Quebec
all the way to Miami now?
It's one straight shot.
I have a life here, Vivian.
- Do you remember when we met?
- Of course.
It was one of the best weeks of my life.
I asked you to stay.
Yes.
And you went back to San Francisco.
You said you had a life there.
Come away with me, Albie.
What do you say?
I can give you more
than Toronto ever could.
Now you sound like
one of the Winchesters.
(LAUGHING)
And you sound like you
need some convincing.
(CHUCKLING)
(SIGHS)
- What have you learned?
- The man who runs this cart
said he saw a one-legged man.
He ate his fill and then stood
for hours looking at the hotel,
staring out as if he
was waiting for someone.
Or looking for someone.
Someone coming or going from the hotel,
someone who ended up killing him?
- Did he get his name?
- No. But he said he was staying
at a flophouse nearby.
Constable Roberts is
tracking down the landlord.
Ah. Good lad.
Would you like one?
- Pie-roh-ghee. Pie
- Pierogi.
Pierogi. Yeah, go on. I'll try one.
- Mm. Mm. Actually quite good.
- Mm-hmm.
I'll tell you what, Watts.
You stay here, keep an eye on the hotel.
Choi wants to have a word with me.
I'm going to get some of these.
You're quitting?
I didn't say that.
I said I was thinking of it.
Well, think again.
I stuck my neck out bringing you here.
And I appreciate that.
But I'm seeking counsel,
not asking permission.
(CHUCKLING)
It's that woman.
She's got you all mixed up.
I know it must seem impulsive, sir.
But I've known Vivian for 20 years.
I saw her at an antique
shop, admiring that clock.
We spent the week together.
She asked me to stay.
It would have been mad for me to
give up my job for her, so I declined.
When I returned to New
York, this time for work,
I went straight to that antique shop.
I arrived on her doorstep
with that clock under my
arm wrapped in red paper.
It was too late.
She and Johnny were engaged.
I'd missed my chance.
You think this is a second chance.
- Might be.
- Want my advice?
Please.
Maybe you need to live the
life you're living right now.
Early on, Margaret and I were a bit
It's hard to settle down
when you've been a wanderer.
Good pal of mine was a skipper of a boat
sailing the Great Lakes,
asked me to join his crew.
- And?
- Well,
let's just say that I
couldn't find my sea legs.
Anyway, Margaret and
I patched things up.
I joined the job, had a family.
And I'm a better man for it.
You don't regret your choice?
No.
Look, you're a different man
than when you met her the first time.
Besides, what do you really
know about this woman?
- Chief Constable, Inspector.
- Anything for me?
We've found the room
of the second victim.
Uh, Jasper Stokes,
hails from Philadelphia.
Philadelphia? Same as the first victim.
Yes. Both American,
both from Philadelphia,
one killed the other
presumably for his suitcase.
Do you think this Stokes followed him
all the way from Philadelphia?
We don't yet know. Nor do we know
why this is all happening here.
And the suitcase?
Uh, perhaps Detective
Watts has some answers.
- To be continued.
- Yes.
- (MURDOCH): Detectives.
- And the lads found this
in a rubbish bin near the flophouse.
- Blood.
- Indeed. Look.
Women's clothes.
Lining's been torn. It's
been thoroughly searched.
So, maybe it looks like this
Stokes was searching for something.
Maybe he found it and
someone killed him for it.
Or perhaps he didn't find
what he was looking for.
Which is why he was watching the hotel.
He was looking for someone so
he could try again to find
- whatever he was after.
- (CHOI): Looking for who?
- Maybe the original owner.
Whoever this Mr. Tuttle
stole the case from in the first place.
I recognize this dress.
She was wearing it when I saw
her in New York last month.
This dress belongs to Vivian Moon.
Don't say a word.
I reported it missing.
When?
As soon as I alit from the
train. I told you, didn't I?
You did not.
Hm. Thought I did.
You didn't think anything of it?
Think what?
I-I was frustrated,
but these things happen.
I figured someone must have
picked up the wrong case.
We believe something
of value was inside.
Oh. Well,
there was a dress that
I paid 15 dollars for.
Ten years ago.
Vivian.
Two men are dead
because of that suitcase.
What are you talking about?
One man inside a public toilet
was killed right after
he stole it from you.
And another behind your
hotel later that night.
I-I don't know anything about this.
There-there's nothing of value inside.
You can see for yourself.
I don't know why anyone
would want to steal it,
let alone kill for it.
You have to believe me.
It does look as though
you're mixed up in this.
Well, you can tell them that I'm not.
You're assuming I believe you.
Surely you believe me, Albie.
You know me.
Yes, I do.
If you know anything,
you have to tell me.
I don't know a thing.
I swear it.
We know Vivian Moon is
involved in this case
simply by virtue of the fact
that her suitcase was stolen.
Yes.
The two dead men were on the same train,
not from Philadelphia,
but from New York.
The very train that
brought Vivian Moon here.
- That explains everything.
- It does?
Vivian happened to be on the train.
Many suitcases look similar.
The criminals mistook hers
for one that they were looking for.
Quite a series of coincidences.
It's just the one coincidence.
They took the wrong case.
Everything else follows from
that one simple incident.
Am I wrong?
Technically, no.
But it's also possible that she's lying.
(SIGHS) Yes, it is possible.
- You don't believe that she is.
- I do not.
Because the two of you are close.
Sir, perhaps I should speak with her.
She's already been interviewed.
Mr. Stokes was found
dead behind her hotel.
It's entirely possible
that he was waiting
- to speak with Mrs. Moon.
- Why?
To confront her
in order to retrieve whatever it is
he didn't find in this suitcase.
This is entirely speculative.
But it's speculation
that should be considered.
Sir, if he did indeed
confront Vivian Moon
Detective, whatever is going on
does not involve her.
The sooner you accept that,
the sooner you will solve this case.
(BRACKENREID): So
interview her yourself.
The Inspector has forbidden it.
He believes she's telling the truth.
Ah, thank you.
And you think she's not?
Well, I've made some enquiries
with the police in New York.
Behind Choi's back?
Well, let's just say without
his expressed knowledge.
So, behind his back.
And what did the lads
from Gotham have to say?
Vivian Moon does not
have a criminal record.
But she has reported
several break-ins to her home
in New York just in the past few weeks.
- She was robbed?
- Some men broke in,
but didn't take anything.
Apparently, they didn't find
what they were looking for.
Just like her suitcase.
- What were they after?
- I have no idea.
But don't you find it curious
that she didn't mention
any of this to the Inspector
during her interview with him?
You think she's hiding something.
Hm.
I knew that woman was trouble, Murdoch.
Talk to her.
Well, the Inspector
isn't going to like that.
I'll deal with Choi.
Sir, what is that that you're eating?
Called a pierogi.
Quite good. You want one?
No. Thank you.
Your loss.
Any progress on the case, Detective?
Or are you too busy picking
out vegetables for your supper?
I've been told to stand down
while Detective Murdoch
is interviewing a suspect.
Mrs. Moon?
I didn't say anything.
Don't worry. I'm not surprised.
Am I acting irrationally, Detective?
Am I trusting her too blindly?
I'm not in a position to speculate.
I have myself been consumed
by passion on occasion.
In these moments, it is often wise
to heed the advice of others.
But wisdom rarely wins out over passion.
So you're saying I
shouldn't follow my heart.
I'm saying it doesn't matter what I say.
You'll do it anyway.
Started after my husband died.
Men would come up to me
demanding their money back.
I had no idea who they were,
or what they were on about.
Was your husband someone who
associated with criminals?
No. He was a private investigator.
You can ask Albert Choi.
Where is he?
Uh, were these same men,
the ones who were after money,
also the ones who broke
into your apartment?
I don't know. I never saw who broke in.
Mm.
Do you recognize either of these men?
I don't know.
Could either of them be the men
who were looking for their money?
It's possible.
These must have been
rather traumatic events
and you don't remember.
No, I was scared.
(SIGHS) Look, I came to Toronto
to get away from all of this.
I don't know what they're
after. You have to believe me.
Where were you last night?
I was here all evening.
Mm, that's not exactly true.
You left the hotel with Inspector Choi.
I meant before that.
I was here.
You were. Can anyone attest to that?
I had dinner sent up to the room.
Right. So you didn't wander
behind the hotel, by the river?
No.
(TENSE MUSIC)
These two men
they were both on the same
train from New York as you.
I didn't know that.
You didn't recognize
anyone along your travels?
No.
Well, the Winchesters.
The Winchesters?
Friends from New York.
My late husband's friends, actually.
In fact, Mr. Winchester hired
my husband soon before his death.
Hired him to do what?
I don't know.
Investigate something, probably.
Johnny never told me anything about it.
And these Winchesters were also
on the same train from
New York as yourself?
Yes.
A coincidence.
Indeed.
Any idea where I might
find the Winchesters?
They're staying in the room next door.
I don't appreciate you
interfering with the day-to-day
affairs of my station house.
And I don't appreciate having to.
This case is under control.
Your detective doesn't think so.
Then he should have
spoken to me about it.
He did. You didn't listen.
So the first thing he
does is run to my superior,
ignoring every word I've said to him.
He felt it was his only option.
I instructed him to follow
one avenue of investigation
and ignore another.
Assume for a moment, Chief Constable,
that I know how to do my job.
The detective's
obstinance may have given
the actual killer enough
time to flee Toronto.
Or consider this.
He may be talking to her as we speak.
This woman showed up in Toronto
and two people are dead
because of her suitcase.
And she left a dead husband in New York.
Now, if I were a betting man,
I'd say that she had
something to do with that.
- Watch your words, sir.
- Or what? You'll quit?
You've already got one foot
out the door because of her.
I knew she was trouble.
Knew what, exactly, hm?
You judged her based on a
glance and some ridiculous notion
that any woman who doesn't fit
the image of a policeman's
wife must be trouble.
You better watch what you say, Mr. Choi.
You chose to stay with your wife.
An admirable decision.
But in order to accept it,
you've demonized the path not taken.
The case is in the hands
of Detective Murdoch.
I don't want you involved.
Now, if you don't mind,
I've got work to do.
And bloody knock next time.
Mrs. Winchester, I understand
your husband hired a man
named Johnny Moon to do work
for him before his death.
I wouldn't know about that,
and how is it pertinent?
Two American criminals, Ancel
Tuttle and Jasper Stokes,
followed Vivian Moon here from New York.
I believe they thought
she was in possession
of something that they were after.
Now both of those men are dead,
and Vivian Moon is either involved,
- or in danger, and the same goes for you.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Ah.
Mr. Winchester.
What's going on here?
We were just discussing
a man named Johnny Moon.
Ah, Myrtle.
Well, it's clear you knew him.
I hired Johnny Moon to
recover a sum of money for me.
How much money?
Twenty thousand dollars.
It was stolen from a business
I was running in Philadelphia.
I hired Johnny to figure out who took it
and get it back to me, of course.
- And did he?
- No.
But is it possible, then, that
he did recover the money
and kept it for himself?
No. He-he wouldn't do
something like that.
Vivian Moon experienced
three break-ins in Manhattan.
She claimed that each time,
men broke in and demanded money
after her husband died.
It stands to reason that they
were looking for the money
that Johnny Moon
recovered on your behalf.
If he did, I knew nothing of it.
Uh
Do you recognize either of these men?
(SIGHS)
No.
But if they're from Philadelphia,
I'll bet these are the
men who stole from me.
Do you believe Vivian
Moon capable of killing?
Of course not.
Not even in self-defence?
No.
But, well,
I suppose you never
really know anyone, do you?
(PHONE RINGING)
- Yes?
- Albie?
Vivian.
Can you meet me for dinner?
What's going on? Are you all right?
Dario's. Eight o'clock?
I'll be there.
Johnny Moon was hired
by Cecil Winchester
to recover twenty thousand dollars.
Now, I believe he did recover it,
but he told Mr.
Winchester that he didn't.
I thought Mr. Moon's
death was an accident.
Well, that's what Inspector Choi said.
- You think he's lying?
- I don't know,
but I find this Mr. Winchester a
very compelling figure in all of this,
and I don't believe his reasons
for hopping on a train to Toronto.
- He's after the money.
- Yes, sir.
What about the woman?
Also very compelling.
Choi certainly thinks so.
We have to assume that Vivian Moon
had the money after her husband died.
Why else would everyone be
following her here to Toronto?
Was it in her suitcase?
I don't think so.
My theory is that Stokes
was staking out the hotel
precisely because the suitcase
didn't contain the money.
She still had it
and she killed him when
he came looking for it.
Possibly. Or Winchester
did, or someone else,
but I simply don't have the evidence
to confirm any theory at this point.
I know where this is going to lead:
right to Mrs. Vivian Moon.
- Are you ready to order, sir?
- Uh, not yet.
Uh, bourbon.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Thank you.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
(TICKING)
Vivian!
- What are you doing here?
- What's going on?
I'm going up to my room.
Why did you send me to the restaurant?
What are you hiding from me?
I had second thoughts.
I don't want to be with you.
You decided this just now? Tonight?
Yes.
I don't believe you.
What's changed?
It's too soon. I'm in mourning.
- You're lying.
- I'm not.
I thought I wanted to be
with you, but I was wrong.
I'm coming in. We can talk about this.
- No.
- Vivian, please.
I don't want to see you
anymore. Leave me alone.
(BRACKENREID): Myrtle Winchester.
(WATTS): Fisherman found
her. Shot through the chest.
Second person in as many
days killed near this hotel.
Poor girl. Not even a proper coat.
Perhaps she was moved,
maybe from inside the hotel.
Why do you say that?
Well, according to Murdoch,
there are at least
two people staying here
who are capable of murder.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Constable Roberts.
Sir.
Did you see the person who left this?
Yes. A woman came in last
night around eight o'clock.
You just let her in?
She was already in here when I saw her.
- I told her to get out.
- Very well.
She was killed by a small-calibre
gunshot wound to the heart.
Any signs of other trauma?
No. If she was moved, it was
done after lividity set in.
And there's one more thing.
I found fibre fragments
inside the bullet wound.
From the clothing she was wearing?
It matches the colour of her scarf.
Detective, take a look.
Smooth.
Just like the ones on Jasper Stokes.
- Artificial silk.
- Never heard of it.
It's made from a
synthetic fibre, viscose,
a new invention out of Europe.
- Is the scarf from Europe?
- I don't believe so.
But there is one factory in the
United States making viscose.
You think Myrtle Winchester
used her scarf to strangle Mr. Stokes?
It was a different colour.
If a scarf was used to strangle Stokes,
then it was another shade of blue.
(CECIL): I did real estate for a while.
Now I let my money make money.
Cecil Winchester.
He was wearing a scarf
just like his wife's, blue.
Bring him in.
I'll pay Mr. Winchester a visit.
- Watts.
- Mm-hmm?
Take a couple of constables and
canvass the area around the hotel.
Maybe someone saw him
in the alley last night.
Detective, Myrtle Winchester
was found dead near the hotel?
Directly behind it.
Hm. What time do you
believe the murder happened?
She was last seen just after 10 o'clock.
(TICKING)
Vivian!
Thank you, Detective.
Oi, Choi.
You know something about this.
No. No, I don't.
Mm-mm.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(VIVIAN): Albie, I'll never
forget our time together.
But things have changed.
I'm so sorry I couldn't say goodbye,
but please know I care
about you terribly.
I'll always hold you in my heart.
Love, Vivian.
(SOFT MUSIC)
(SOFT MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
Cecil Winchester.
I'm here to arrest you on suspicion
of murder of Jasper Stokes.
And I believe this scarf
is the murder weapon.
What do you have to say for yourself?
(SIGHS)
What does it matter?
(GLASS SHATTERING)
- Let me in.
- No. Get
Albert! Albert, stop!
Stop.
- You used me!
- Get out of here.
You didn't give me
that clock as a memento.
You used me to transport
your dirty money.
Is that what you care about?
You knew exactly what you were doing.
Was it all just a ruse?
- Every moment a lie?
- Yes!
Now get out of here.
I'm not going anywhere.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
The murder of Mr. Stokes?
No, Myrtle.
- Is this a confession, Mr. Winchester?
- Myrtle.
Did you murder your wife?
Why didn't she just give her
the money? It was our money.
W-wait, wait. Stop.
Who are we talking about?
Vivian Moon.
Leave, right now.
I got your letter.
It was so kind.
You liked me when I was your patsy,
but now I'm a problem.
Why? What changed?
I used you. And now I'm done. That's it.
(VIVIAN GASPS)
Myrtle Winchester.
She came for her money
back and you killed her.
I didn't kill anyone.
But you have to go, now,
or I can't protect you.
Protect me from what?
(DOOR OPENS)
- Johnny. You're alive.
- (GUN CLICKS)
Hello, Albert.
Didn't take long for you
to move in, did it, Albert?
What the hell is going on?
- Why would you fake your death?
- Oh, come on!
I took the money
and they started coming
at me from all sides.
They were going to kill me.
It was my only way out.
- And you helped him.
- No.
I didn't know a thing until
he showed up yesterday.
- But the clock?
- She didn't know the money was in there.
I was planning on coming back for it.
But you gave it to him
before I had the chance.
And you killed those two men.
(SCOFFS)
Those thieves have been
taking care of themselves.
And Myrtle Winchester?
That was regrettable.
She came to the room and she saw me.
I had no choice.
No choice but to kill her?
No one can know I'm alive.
(GUN CLICKS)
No one.
Don't do this. Just
leave. Make a run for it.
Come on. I could've been gone already.
Vivian brought me the money last night.
But I saw you talking to her.
And I can't trust that
she didn't rat me out.
I've been waiting for you.
Just go, Johnny.
- I'm your friend.
- Friends?
You two fell into bed with each other
soon as I was out of the picture!
- Johnny, please.
- (GUNSHOT)
(VIVIAN GASPS) (VIVIAN): Albie?!
Wait right here.
- Albie!
- (CHOI GROANING)
(SOBBING)
You can blame yourself for this, Vivian.
Inspector!
- Let her go!
- Got it.
- (VIVIAN): Albie!
- Hey! (GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
Hold him there!
(SINISTER MUSIC)
Inspector!
Inspector!
- Here.
- (CHOI BREATHING RAPIDLY)
Someone! Help!
Call an ambulance! Please, help!
(THEME MUSIC)