The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s12e01 Episode Script

Murdoch Mystery Mansion

1 (BRACKENREID): Well, looking at the evidence, Crabtree - Yes? - It looks like - we've slightly narrowed it down.
- Yes, I thought so as well, sir.
You'll both be coming tonight? - For the third time, yes.
- Excellent.
I'll see you then.
He's certainly seems in fine spirits, sir.
I don't know I've ever seen him in such a good mood.
I know.
It's unsettling.
(UPLIFTING MUSIC) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - Oh, William! - Julia.
- All set to go? - I am indeed.
Have a lovely evening, gentlemen.
How was school? It is so much more interesting cutting into living tissue than dead.
You should have seen the size of the cyst I helped removed today! - I'm sorry I missed that.
- Shall we race? - Oh.
- (JULIA GIGGLING) Woo! (LAUGHING) Well Here it is.
There it is.
You don't like it? Well, it's different.
William? - Julia? - It is our first home.
Right.
Uh yes.
(JULIA GIGGLING) (BOTH LAUGHING) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Uh Hello? (MAN): had the opportunity to collaborate with, you seem to me to have the most vision, yes? - You couldn't imagine - Ahem! Oh! Detective Murdoch.
Doctor.
- Welcome to your new home.
- Mr.
Wright What are you doing here? We're showing off your new house, of course.
I beg your pardon? As the owner of Mr.
Frank Lloyd Wright's first home in the Toronto area, you have certain obligations.
- Oblig Julia? - Oh According to the contract Dr.
Ogden signed when commissioning Mr.
Wright, your home will serve as a show house for the first 90 days of possession.
This won't be a daily occurrence.
- Oh That's heartening.
- Now, come.
Meet our guests.
I suppose I didn't examine the contract closely enough.
Champagne! (SIGHING) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) We do appreciate the commission.
Toronto is a very stodgy town.
You are one of the few to see the genius of Mr.
Wright's vision.
You there! Stop.
Stop.
What? What are you doing here? I'm here to admire my work.
Your work? You did little more than follow instructions.
Now, you wish to take credit for everything I've done? Get out.
- I - If you wish to work for Mr.
Wright again, I suggest you leave.
(TENSE MUSIC) Well they do say that all great men have an ego.
- I'm glad I don't.
- (DOOR CLOSING) - Murdoch! - Ah! Ah.
Ooh.
Oh Didn't get around to decorating, I see.
- Oh! - From Margaret and myself.
- Oh.
Why thank you, Inspector.
- George.
Thank you, sir.
Inspector, George, this is Frank Lloyd Wright, the man responsible for our new home.
- It appears you forgot something.
- And what's that? There are no bloody walls.
Rooms don't need walls.
Then there are no rooms.
- (DISTANT CLATTERING) - Oi.
You there.
Inspector Can I fix you a drink? Oh, very good.
- Detective.
- Yes, George? I would very much like to see your potato cooking room in full operation.
Of everything I've done, that is the feature of this home you've boasted of? You have installed it, Mr.
Wright? Reluctantly.
(DOOR OPENING) George, I have a house full of guests, perhaps now isn't Sir! Louise Cherry? Have you invited her here? I most certainly have not.
Perhaps Mr.
Wright is simply trying to draw attention to his creation.
- Sir, I'm not keen on her.
- I know, George.
I mean, you know what she's like.
- She said that you and Doctor Ogden were bor - Sh.
- (HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING) - (WOMAN): What's that noise? Oh, my! - (EXPLOSION SOUNDS) - (EXCLAMATIONS OF SHOCK) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Sir, we've taken preliminary statements from most of the guests.
How do you suppose he ended up in there? Perhaps he thought it was the water closet.
Detective if you have no more questions, my wife and I have another engagement.
I may need to make further inquiries.
Then you may do so at a more convenient time.
Do not call before 11.
Let us finish taking statements - and pick this up in the morning.
- Calling it a night, Murdoch? I suppose it's for the best.
Thank you so much for the lamp, Inspector.
- Oh yes, thank you.
- Uh oh.
Yeah.
Good evening.
Well I suppose it wouldn't be our house if something like this didn't happen.
Oh, sir.
- Now is definitely not a good time, George.
- Of course.
Detective Murdoch.
Miss Cherry.
- Do you have any statements at this time? - I do not.
- - What?! A less than enjoyable evening, sir? - It started out well enough.
- Oh.
Very good.
I hope you can grace us with your presence, sir.
Oh.
Oh.
"Henry Hieronymus Higgins.
" Higgins wasn't given a middle name, sir, - so he chose that.
- Do you like it? It suits you.
Henry, please find out all you can about - Frank Lloyd Wright and the rest of my guests.
- Of course.
Shame I didn't get a chance to meet them.
Would have made it easier Oh! Sir, I look forward to seeing you there.
Ah! Oh.
My wife has reminded me to remind you that she is a wedding planner.
Oh yes.
Well, uh, I am leaving that all in Ruth's hands, sir.
- Be glad when this bloody day is over.
- Oh, I concur, sir.
So what did you think to Murdoch's house? I thought it was really something.
Didn't think much of it either, eh Crabtree? - Well, sir, I - It's just a bloody box.
No charm or character at all.
The Detective likes it.
Of course.
It suits him.
I hope you're not missing an important class.
Oh, nothing I can't catch up on.
I have a surgery in the next couple of days, but I'm prepared.
I assure you, I can handle this.
I need no such assurances, but seeing the death was in my home, I'd like to look into it.
There's not much to look into, I'm afraid.
- Afternoon.
Miss Hart.
- Detective.
Do you have the victim's belongings? Yes.
What's left of them are right over here.
His name was Mr.
Lionel Spoud.
Spoud.
I know that name.
I talked to him about designing our home.
Oh, yes.
"Architecture and contractors.
" Detective, if he was cooked, why didn't the paper burn? The machine is designed to seek out moisture in order to heat.
Did you find out anything more about the victim? That was all.
I will let you know if I find any more.
Thank you.
So, do you have any idea on how we can establish time of death? Not really.
Good.
I was hoping I wasn't alone in that one.
I built the room exactly to your specifications.
There is no other point of access other than the obvious.
I am not accusing you of anything, Mr.
Towne.
Why do you think the poor unfortunate exploded? I think the different areas of whatever may be inside my device are heating at different rates.
Uneven cooking could be the cause.
Perhaps if I devised some sort of turntable mechanism, that would allow for whatever is inside to cook evenly Who was the fellow? A Mr.
Lionel Spoud.
- Oh - You knew him? I worked for him once or twice.
Strange thing, though, he and Mr.
Wright were on the outs.
So why would he be at the party? Perhaps to be placed inside of my device to kill him and thereby destroy all evidence.
Who else knew what my cooking room was capable of? Mr.
Wright and Miss Ryand for certain.
But Mr.
Wright showed a number of people your home at the various stages of construction.
Mr.
Dodds, another architect, showed keen interest.
- So you knew the victim.
- Professionally.
You were friends? Are two men in competition ever truly friends? Mr.
Spoud, Mr.
Wright and myself were all competing for a number of lucrative contracts.
And all three of you were at a party in my home.
It's good to keep tabs on each other.
Did you speak with Mr.
Spoud while you were there? I didn't even see him until, well, until there was little left of him to see.
And now it seems there are only two of you in competition.
You could say that, but this is Toronto.
I doubt there would be any brave enough to embrace Mr.
Wright's vision.
Present company excepted, of course.
So now all of Mr.
Spoud's work could find its way to you.
It's funny how life works out sometimes, isn't it? You know, I am endeavouring to become a better man.
- Ruth has been helping me with that.
- It sounds like quite the job.
Yes.
So I am trying my best to not disinvite the Detective from my wedding.
I know it's petty but really, I've worked shoulder to shoulder with the man for more than 10 years.
Would it be that hard for him to invite me to his housewarming party? Higgins, it wasn't much of an affair.
Well, you were there.
As was the Inspector.
- And I'm a Newsome.
You'd think - You're a Newsome? Well, by marriage I shall be.
You'd think my attendance would be - a feather in the Detective's cap - Henny Penny! Ruthie! That's enough, that's enough, that's enough, thank you.
Oh! I trust you're keeping our city's streets safe, Henry.
- Constable Crabtree.
- Miss Newsome.
- You will be coming to the rehearsal? - Yes.
And your lady companion? - I won't be bringing one.
- What? What? No.
No, no, the seating plan's already been arranged.
There's really nobody I want to bring.
Well, that will not do.
Will it, Henry? - No, Ruthie.
- You leave it to me, George Crabtree.
I'll make sure you've a suitable companion for our nuptials.
- But - I won't hear another word of it.
You're a lucky man, George.
Ruth has some exceptional friends of very high breeding.
I'm sure she will find you a companion that exceeds your expectations.
Mr.
Wright was vying to design the new city library, but he didn't stand a chance.
Why not? He's an architect of some note.
Most on the Board of Control considered his designs to be brutish.
Will the city consider Mr.
Wright's designs now that Mr.
Spoud is dead? Toronto? I very much doubt it.
If he is to achieve any success here, it'll be through private commissions.
All he needs do is hook one big fish and others will follow.
I told him as much.
I've commissioned him.
With respect, Detective, you're not much of a fish.
Mr.
Wright needed someone with the proper address.
We talked with Mr.
Wright on numerous occasions before we employed Mr.
Spoud.
My husband was keen on his work, I was not.
- So, you chose Mr.
Spoud? - Yes, but now I suppose my husband will get his wish.
Has Mr.
Wright contacted you about designing your new home? On the very evening of Mr.
Spoud's death.
Did you know the identity of the man who died? - No.
- Not until you told us.
He was the man who beat you for the Ferguson commission.
I wasn't beat.
Mr.
Ferguson made a poor choice.
If Jersey Ferguson chose someone else for the commission, then why invite him to the party? I wanted him to see your house.
I felt once he saw what I'd done for you, he would have a change of heart.
- Then why invite Mr.
Spoud? - We didn't.
He was there.
Mr.
Spoud was an unwelcome guest numerous times while your home was under construction.
I had nothing to do with the fact he was at the unveiling.
So, you didn't see him? If I had, he would have been out on his ear.
Spoud is a dinosaur.
Mr.
Wright is the future.
I am sure he was at the party because he was concerned once the Fergusons saw your home, he'd be fired.
But we had nothing to do with his demise.
It seems to me your device was the thing that killed him.
Which someone turned on with him inside of it.
It wasn't us.
Mrs.
Ferguson stated that you gave her your business card - right after the man died.
- I did.
- Why? - To see if her heart had changed.
Mr.
Murdoch, we may be having another showing of the Murdoch House soon.
May I remind you there are to be no garish additions.
(TENSE MUSIC) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) I'm almost done.
Do you think you'll still want to use this after (CHUCKLING) William.
Of course.
You're not squeamish, are you? You designed this brilliant device.
I shall put it to good use.
All right then.
You don't like it, do you? Oh I love it! And I bargained! I got us that statue for half price.
Not Apu Inti, I mean the house! Oh yes.
- (KNOCKING) - Oh, no.
- (DOOR OPENING) - Mr.
Wright.
Doctor Ogden, may I come in? Oh, my.
Well, that certainly is something.
We purchased it on our travels.
What can we do for you, Miss Cherry? I was curious as to whether there was any more news on your mysterious death? There is not.
And I would prefer if you directed your inquires to Station House No.
4, not my personal home.
I thought I'd learn more at the scene of the crime.
- It is not a mansion.
- It isn't.
- Excuse me? - Our home, it's hardly a mansion.
Why did you call it that? I enjoyed the alliteration.
Detective Murdoch, if you keep me abreast of any further developments, I'd be happy to share with you a piece of information I recently learned.
If it's germane to the investigation, you'll tell me regardless.
Well, I suppose you'll read about it in the paper tomorrow, so why not.
It appears that Mrs.
Ferguson and Mr.
Spoud were carrying on a torrid affair.
Is this is what amounts to news in this day and age? It certainly is, if it points to the likely murderer.
Wouldn't you say the cuckolded Jersey Ferguson is now a primary suspect? (RISING MUSIC) I don't have all day.
So you don't deny it? There wouldn't be much point.
Mr.
Spoud and I carried on a brief affair.
And your husband knew about it? He did walk in on us at a time when it would have been difficult to disguise what we were doing.
Is that all? - For now.
- Thank you.
Despite her studies, Doctor Ogden is still the coroner.
And she's hardly in the office.
If that were the case, you wouldn't be complaining.
I have been dealing with the day to day business of the Coroner's office for months while the Murdochs - were in South America.
- That's correct.
Do you have any complaints about the quality of my work? I have letters of recommendation from Inspector McWorthy and others, and I have qualifications.
All that may be true, but Doctor Ogden is still the Coroner of Record.
And when she finally leaves? You may get my recommendation, Miss Hart, but it will make no difference.
And why is that? Have you ever wondered why Murdoch is still only a detective? What does that have to do with anything? He's a Catholic, that means he will never be more than he is.
The same is in store for you.
No matter how competent you are, you will never get the position.
You are a woman and you're black.
You should consider yourself lucky you are where you are, young lady.
And what do you look for in a woman? I don't know, Miss Newsome.
Punctuality.
I admire punctuality.
And ambition.
Ambitious, but also nurturing.
A woman who possesses - a keen mind and a ready smile.
- Sorry, taken.
I suppose what I'm really looking for is a woman who can indulge her own interests and have a family.
Well, that's impossible.
You have to choose one or the other.
- I don't think I can.
- All right.
Let's discuss what is truly important.
What should she look like? Should she be tall? Or thin? Full in the chest? Hmm? I cannot stop Ellen from doing what she wants.
But you could have put a stop to the affair? By killing Mr.
Spoud? Why would I do that? It took me six months to find a suitable architect for my home.
The man was sleeping with your wife.
If that was motive for murder, I dare say I could kill half the men in my neighbourhood.
So, you didn't confront Mr.
Spoud at the party? I didn't even see him at the party.
Now, I have a question for you.
How do you like your new place? Oh, sir.
What do you think? - The tobacco leaf one.
- Mm! Excellent choice, sir.
Thank you.
Henry, do you have that information I requested on Mr.
Wright and the others? Information? I specifically asked - for a full background on all - Oh, sorry sir.
I've been terribly busy.
- The wedding is less than three weeks away.
- Frank Lloyd Wright.
Fascinating fellow.
- You know of him? - Good Lord man, who doesn't know Frank Lloyd Wright? In a bit of a financial jam since he split with Louis Sullivan, but I'll see what I can find out.
- Well, good, that's settled.
- Henry! Henry! Sorry.
Um Henry! Henry, I am not at all happy with the vehicle that has been chosen as our wedding carriage.
I'd like you to take care of it immediately.
- On my way, turtle dove.
- Thank you.
I need to speak with George Crabtree.
Would you be a dear and go fetch him for me? Thank you.
What you are to do is look at these photographs and decide on whom your companion will be.
- Who's she? - Doesn't matter.
Do you like her? - I don't know her.
- That's a no.
What about her? - Oh, this is ridiculous.
- It is not, Constable Crabtree.
Physical attraction is the tinder that ignites every relationship.
So, no.
Hmm - What about her? - Oh, no.
Not her.
- Why not? - Trust me.
I said no.
Now, what about this one? Miss Eliza Sinclair.
Look, I've had enough of this.
I'm simply trying to help.
Well, I'll tell you what.
You bring me somebody who actually has some of the qualities that I admire, and I will gladly meet her, if for no other reason than to bring this all to an end.
I accept your challenge.
I will find you a woman who possesses all the qualities you need.
- And Miss Newsome - Hmm? If she happens to be a little bit good looking, then Heh.
Whatever it is you want to talk to me about, I'm not interested.
- You haven't even heard the question.
- I am a member of the Fourth Estate.
As such, I am the one who asks the questions.
So, you don't know what Mr.
Wright has been up to - while he's been in Toronto? - I didn't say that.
Has anyone else hired him? - I know Julia Ogden did.
- Yes, but anyone else-else? You're the detective, I'm the reporter.
Why don't you find out, and I'll write about it? But I do know he is having a luncheon with the Fergusons today.
- How do you know that? - Turn around.
You're one heck of a detective.
(TENSE MUSIC) To the first brick.
Why are we here? A man has died under suspicious circumstances, and you are benefiting from it.
So, you think one of us killed him? Well, motive often reveals itself after the fact.
A man showed up at a party, uninvited, wandered into a a poorly conceived device and accidentally killed himself.
Or he was lured there and put inside against his will.
Do you intend to charge me? Not at this time.
Then I have a home to create.
Mr.
Wright is going to be the leading architect of the 20th century.
He will achieve greatness whether Mr.
Spoud is alive or dead.
What do you think? I think that behind every successful man, there is a woman.
A murderous one? It's been known to happen.
(SOFT MUSIC) Is it too austere for you? Excuse me? The house.
The house is fine.
"Fine"? (CHUCKLING) I was hoping for more than fine.
It'll just take some getting used to.
So, you don't like it.
I knew it.
What? - (SIGHING) - I'm sorry, Julia.
I'm just preoccupied.
With what? Well, you know what's curious? No one mentioned seeing Mr.
Spoud.
All of those guests at the party, and no one saw him.
Which is odd, considering where he ended up.
And time of death is impossible to ascertain, which means he could have been placed inside hours before his death.
Or days, even.
In fact, he could have been dead when he was placed in there.
Well, the total destruction of the body is the perfect way to hide both cause and the time of death.
Well, one thing is certain: it wasn't self-inflicted.
It's impossible to turn the machine on from inside.
So, it was turned on while the party was underway.
Meaning the killer was one of our guests.
(SIGHING) Oh, Constable, Constable! I have wonderful news.
What, you're planning on cancelling the whole endeavour? The wedding? No! No, no, no, no, no, no.
I have found you a perfect partner.
I just have to arrange for you two to meet before the blessed day.
- Miss Newsome.
- Oh! Inspector, what a delight.
Where's Higgins? He had some personal business to attend to.
- Oh, did he? - Terribly important, he said.
Of course.
Do you suppose that, if it's not too much trouble, he may deign to grace us with an appearance tomorrow? Yes, I would imagine it is quite difficult to keep the Station running in fine form without my Henry.
Well, I will let you know when I have arranged the meeting.
- Oh, Miss Newsome? - Hmm? You don't have a picture of her, do you? Singing a different tune are we, Constable? I assure you, she is a handsome woman.
"Handsome" is never a good sign, Crabtree.
Ah, Watts! I suppose there is a certain ingenuity to this: a harmony of natural and man-made materials.
I believe he calls his style organic.
It certainly appears function and form are coalescing.
Hmm.
Were you able to find anything out about Miss Ryand? If I were to jump to conclusions, I would say I have found a very viable suspect.
This is interesting.
- To the point - Oh.
Of course.
Miss Ryand has been in the employ of Mr.
Wright for about a year.
She arrived from England some time ago.
There are rumours she and Mr.
Wright are having an affair.
No great surprise there, though.
Apparently, this is the norm for Mr.
Wright.
- I see.
- But before she met Mr.
Wright, she was employed at another architectural firm in this city.
- Mr.
Spoud's? - Exactly.
Apparently, she is a very skilled draftsman.
- Why did she leave Spoud's? - He fired her.
That doesn't make her a killer.
Not in itself, no.
But I talked to some of the people at Spoud's firm.
They intimated that she had launched numerous complaints against him.
He was insistent in his attempts to woo her.
And when she declined, he fired her.
Ended her career until Mr.
Wright came to the rescue.
Well, it is the closest thing we have to motive.
You you like this place? Oh, I very much do.
The light is, uh, pleasing.
You don't? It suits Julia's needs.
I just don't know if I'm comfortable with the idea, sir.
In fact, I reckon I am uncomfortable with the idea.
You don't trust Miss Newsome's judgment? Well sir, we all know who she's decided to spend the rest of her life with.
- Mr.
Towne.
- I've given your device a proper going over.
All appears in working order.
Excellent.
You stated that a number of rival architects visited my home during construction.
Do you recall if Mr.
Spoud was among them? I believe he was.
Oh.
When? Right before your party.
I remember because he came with a camera.
We were talking about beginning work at the Ferguson place.
And you saw him leave? I did not.
Ms.
Ryand had dismissed me.
- Mr.
Wright's assistant? - The one and the same.
They were arguing something fierce.
- George? - Sir, right away.
Mr.
Towne.
- So, you deny none of it? - No.
You saw Mr.
Spoud the day that he died? I saw Mr.
Spoud taking photographs of Mr.
Wright's work and I put a stop to it.
Nothing more.
Why did you not reveal that you had worked with Mr.
Spoud in the past? It's a part of my life I choose to forget.
Unfortunately, I can't.
Your connection does provide motive.
I worked with Mr.
Spoud for a number of years.
I was a very good employee.
Regardless, he made it clear that if I was going to progress, I would have to grant him favours of an intimate nature.
That was something I was not prepared to do.
If I had wished to kill him, I would have done it back then.
A witness stated that they saw you with Mr.
Spoud on the day of his death.
I imagine a lot of people were seen with him.
I've got work to do.
Work you and Mr.
Wright desperately needed.
And work that you would not have obtained were it not for the death of Mr.
Spoud.
Now, can you account for your whereabouts in the hours preceding the party? I went back to my hotel and permitted myself a drink.
- Alone? - Yes.
- Where was Mr.
Wright? - I don't know where he was.
I was at the Scarborough Bluffs.
For what purpose? Taking it in.
My inspiration is taken from the world around me.
A number of people would have seen me there.
Oh.
Are you able to provide me with any names? There was a constable.
He warned me not to get too close to the edge.
Morning.
Ah, Constable Higgins! - Nice to see you.
- Oh.
Thank you, sir.
Will you be staying long? I don't know yet, sir.
- Why, did Ruth call? Does she need me? - No.
Now, get your good boots on.
Two days foot patrol in the Ward.
With extra hours to make up for the time that you missed.
Sir, I can't do that.
I have things I need to take care of.
You will do that, and you will do whatever I tell you to.
Sir, I'm getting married.
I can't risk getting injured before the wedding.
- You're risking getting injured right now.
- Higgins.
Miss Newsome is on the telephone.
- (WESTERN SHOWDOWN MUSIC) - (RINGING) Don't you bloody dare.
(RINGING) (SNARLING) - Roo-poo.
- Oh, boy.
Goodbye, Roo-Poo! - Why did you do that? - Because you're on the job and when you are you listen to me! And if you don't you'll be working on your bloody wedding day! Well, we won't have to worry about that anymore.
From this day forward, Henry Hieronymus Higgins listens to no man! - I resign.
- You're fired.
- (CHUCKLING): I said it first.
- Get out! (SNARLING) You know, you were lucky to have me.
I gave the best 10 years of my life to this place, and what'd I get in return? Nothing! You received payment when you didn't even deserve it! Oh, I deserved it, being bossed around for no reason.
Day in, day out, listening to you prattle on and on.
No.
Oh! And as for your wife, I wouldn't trust her to plan afternoon tea! - WHY YOU LITTLE - Perhaps a drink is in order.
Let's get a move on.
Go.
I shall, George, but I want you to know you're still the best friend I have in this world.
(NERVOUS LAUGHING) (DOOR SLAMMING) (BIRDS CHIRPING) Henry Higgins has been there a long time, hasn't he? Well, yes.
I suppose he has.
Are we still going to his wedding? - We haven't been uninvited.
- Oh.
I have received a request from Mr.
Spoud's wife.
She'd like what's left of his belongings.
Oh, yes.
She can have them.
So, you think Miss Ryand is responsible? I don't know.
Many women have to suffer under unfortunate circumstances.
It doesn't make them killers.
Although, I do understand the impulse.
She will be questioned again, but I'm hesitant to arrest her.
You don't like this house, do you? (STAMMERING) I didn't say that.
William? It's just that so much of what's here doesn't feel like ours.
I feel as though I'm on display in someone else's home.
Well when you throw Mr.
Wright in jail we can do whatever we want.
We can move if you want, William.
I just thought this place would suit you.
- It's clean and modern and sophisticated - What? - (BOTH GASPING) - Oh! (JULIA LAUGHING) I discovered this as well.
- (JULIA CHUCKLING) - Oh! It creates the feeling of an entirely different room.
Mm-hmm.
I was thinking, we have yet to properly christen the place.
What if it pops back in again? I think that's the idea, William.
- Doctor.
- Miss Hart.
Could you gather Mr.
Spoud's effects? His wife has requested them.
She could have asked me.
All official requests still come through me.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
How curious Not something Mr.
Spoud likely had in his possession.
I thought the same.
When I was gathering his belongings I missed them.
Oh, you wouldn't have known what they were.
Besides, cataloging evidence isn't your job.
Yes, but Doctor Ogden found them.
Yes, well, Doctor Ogden has years of experience.
- Miss Hart, it was a totally understandable oversight - I made a mistake.
It won't happen again.
(KNOCKING) Ah, Mr.
Towne! Please, come in.
Something else for me, sir? Yes.
Do you recognize these? Electrical straps.
Used to insulate wire.
Indeed.
Do you have any idea why they would have been found inside of my device? I left them there by mistake.
And why I found human skin in the fibres? Mr.
Spoud's body exploded.
- He could have contaminated - Well, that's one explanation.
But I believe there is another.
You bound Mr.
Spoud with these and placed him inside.
I wasn't even at your home when it happened.
But you were, however briefly.
Mr.
Wright asked you to leave.
And you yourself admitted that you and Mr.
Spoud were at my house before the party.
This isn't funny, Spoud.
You owe me money! (MURDOCH): I looked into it.
You two had a history.
He didn't pay you for your last job with him.
You confronted him.
You bound him and placed him the room.
Closed the door.
And you were at the party long enough to turn on the device.
Before Mr.
Wright escorted you out.
(HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING) Leaving me with a room full of suspects.
- (EXPLOSION) - But only one killer.
Do you deny any of this? Where's your proof? Well, these are certainly a good start.
And now that I know what I'm looking at, I believe I'll find what I need.
(SIGHING) I didn't just work for Spoud.
I designed his buildings with him, but he took credit for everything.
He was the architect, and I was nothing more than a labourer.
He made that clear.
- You were jealous.
- I was cheated! And I tolerated it because he paid me well.
And then he didn't.
The day I took that job for Mr.
Wright, Spoud turned on me.
He reneged all monies that he owed me, and he vowed I would never work again.
He took my livelihood.
I took his life.
(SINISTER MUSIC) She should be here.
Punctuality is one of her virtues, and one of the qualities you said you admired.
Are you nervous? I have to admit, I'm a little nervous too.
- I know I shouldn't be but just, ooh! - I'm fine.
And you say she would like to have children at some point? A passel.
George, I am delivering to you the woman of your dreams.
She is both confident in her career and yet possesses a keen nurturing spirit.
I have to admit, I am getting a little excited.
- Louise.
- George.
Oh, you two know each other then.
- Ugh! - Um And you are going to be a surgeon? Yes, I'm almost there.
Much to the dismay of certain male students in my class.
Things would be easier if men weren't in the way.
Julia, it would appear we are to be the only people in Toronto with a home designed by Mr.
Wright.
- Oh? - I decided the Fergusons weren't deserving of my abilities.
I'm going back home to Chicago.
Oak Park has commissioned me to build a new church.
The first building to be constructed entirely out of concrete.
Oh Well, I expect that will raise a few eyebrows.
I hope it does.
It's time we cast aside the trappings of the last century, wouldn't you say? And the Fergusons? Someone will create another uninspiring piece of Toronto architecture.
- Ah.
- I'm sure they will.
And how have you settled in? Oh William rather likes the hidden sofa.
Good! I think you will find as you explore the place there will be a few more surprises.
And Dr.
Ogden I do like the statue.
Oh! Everyone loves Apu.
George, take a look at this.
(LAUGHING) That is quite something, sir! He does it every hour on the hour.
I'm sure he'll eventually break it.
I'm sure that's not what will break it.
And George recessed lighting.
No need to clutter the space with unnecessary lamps.
So you are taking to the house then, sir? Oh yes, I'm quite taken.
- (BELL RINGING) - Sir? It's OK, George.
I'll get it.
Sir, it's not been in there 10 minutes! It can't possibly be ready.
Our first ever dinner guest! Well, look at that! - Cooked right through, and piping hot! - (JULIA GIGGLING) - Very, very hot.
- Oh, George Mm! - Well, cheers! - Cheers! Cheers! Miss Hart.
Can I help you? Could you tell me if there are any specific files or manuals relating to investigative techniques? Planning a change in career? I am planning on mastering whatever needs be mastered - to get to where I want to go.
- An admirable pursuit.
My colour makes it a necessary one.
Now, are you going to help me or not? Pull up a chair.
All right.
This.
And this.

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