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In the matter of the
murder of Percival Thompson,

the evidence against Mary
Thompson is unequivocal.

You will learn of her fingermarks

on the knife that was plunged six times

into the chest of her husband.

You will learn of how that
same weapon was discovered

lying on her bedside the next morning.

And you will learn

of Mrs. Thompson's claims

that she has no memory of these events.

The prosecution calls
their first witness...

Mrs. Mary Thompson was a patient of mine.

She'd been having memory lapses.

I suspected she was experiencing
what we call a fugue state.

I don't require a diagnosis, Doctor.

Was there another reason that Mrs. Thompson

sought your professional help?

Yes. She was having disturbing fantasies.

- Of what?
- Killing her husband.

And in these fantasies,

- how did she kill her husband?
- She stabbed him

repeatedly in the chest.

And you took these fantasies
quite seriously, did you not?

- Yes, I did.
- So seriously, in fact,

that you personally contacted Mr. Thompson

to warn him that his
life might be in danger!

I wrote Mr. Thompson a letter. I
was unable to contact him personally.

Thank you. Those are my questions.

Dr. Ogden,

tell us more about this "fugue state."

It's a term coined by the
French psychologist Pierre Janet

to describe people who disassociate

from their normal identity
and take refuge in a new one.

And is this a conscious decision?

No. It's completely unconscious.

In fact, the sufferer typically
has no memory of the episode.

So this would explain why
Mary Thompson has no memory

of the night her husband was murdered?

- Yes, it would.
- Those are my questions,

- Your Honour.
- Your Honour,

- I wish to redirect.
- Proceed.

Dr. Ogden, would it be possible

for someone to feign this so-called state?

- To what end?
- Well, to murder one's husband and blame it on

a psychological anomaly.
I would suggest there are

better ways to kill one's
husband than to leave a trail

of evidence and hope to be
judged criminally insane.

So you agree this woman should be
committed to an asylum for life?

Of course.

One cannot be allowed to kill one's
husband and simply get away with it.

Those are my questions.

Is there any mail?

Thank you.

"You have condemned her.
Mary Thompson is innocent."

The bakery says that the
cakes will be ready at 4:00,

but he closes at 5:00,
so you can't dilly-dally.

And they're for the wedding?

No. For the rehearsal dinner.
Are you even listening?

The rehearsal dinner! What's
to rehearse? It's just two

"I do's," a peck on the lips,
and one of them gets a ring.

A wedding is a very
solemn occasion, Thomas.

It may mean nothing to you but it did to me

and it does to them, and
I'm going to make sure

that at least they have a decent wedding.

- Oh Julia!
- Margaret. How nice to see you.

I'm so glad I bumped into
you. Dinner is set for 7:00.

I've arranged for the priest
to come to run through the vows.

How wonderful.

- Thank you Margaret.
- Oh, uh, there won't be an organist,

so we'll have to hum the Wedding March.

♪ Ahh ♪

This one, sir, should be about
two knuckles longer than this side.

Then we go long over short,

up through the middle,

fold this side into a
bow - hence the name -

come around here... when my
Aunt Azalea taught me this, sir,

there was a rabbit coming
out of a hole next to a tree.

There was a whole fable.
It was very confusing.

Nonetheless, she did teach me

that the sign of a true gentleman is
being able to tie your own bow tie.

- Not that I'm suggesting you...
- I wouldn't disagree, George.

Well, look at you.

Um, isn't it bad luck for
the bride to see the groom

in his wedding suit?

Sir, I believe that's the other way
around. You should be fine... Doctor.

I dare say I should marry you more often.

I think once in a lifetime is
quite sufficient, thank you.

How was your testimony?

Well, I thought it went
fine until I received this.

"You have condemned her."

- Who sent this?
- I have no idea. It came in the afternoon post.

- It was postmarked at noon. Two hours ago.
- Right after my testimony.

William, I told the court that she should
spend the rest of her days in an asylum.

If she is innocent,

- I may well have condemned her.
- Hmm.

The trial's half over and you
want to start an investigation?

Aren't you two about to get married?

Sir, Station House Number
5 investigated the case,

and as we know, they aren't always

as thorough as they could be.

Not that they'll enjoy having that
pointed out to them. Who sent the postcard?

- I have no idea.
- And why send it to you?

Why not the lawyer? Or the
police, for that matter?

Whoever sent it must have felt
that I would seek the truth.

Right. Your first job is to
find out who sent the postcard.

I suppose we'll start at the Empress Hotel.

If you find anything, it will be

my personal pleasure to go to Station
House 5 and request their files.

William, look!

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

Where else might someone find one of these?

We leave a complimentary
card in every room, sir.

So it could have been sent by any guest.

Or anyone passing through this lobby.

That doesn't narrow our
list of possibilities much.

No, but think of this,
Julia: The sender could have

chosen any card.

Why send one that could only
have come from this hotel?

They wanted me to come here.

Something relevant to
this case happened here.

What if Mary Thompson was here

the night of her husband's murder?

Perhaps the sender saw her here.

Why not simply state
that directly on the card?

The sender may not want to be identified.

- This is a hotel, after all.
- Indeed.

- Ahem... Excuse me.
- Yes?

Detective William Murdoch.
We'd like to have a look

at your register. What was the night again?

His body was found the
morning of April 11th.

Right. We looking for a
Mary Thompson who checked in

- on April 10th.
- April 10th...

Mary Thompson, Mary Thompson...

I have a Madeline Thompson,
checking in at 11:00 PM.

- Madeline?
- A person in a fugue state

will often adopt a new
identity. This could be her.

Wasn't she found in her
home the next morning?

Excuse me.

When did Mrs. Thompson check out?

Yes...

3:30 AM, April 11th.

What was the time of death?

According to Dr. Grace, the
time of death was 2:00 AM, and

- she was at the hotel until 3:30.
- 3:30? Why would she

up and leave a hotel in
the middle of the night?

We don't know, sir. She has no
memory of the evening in question.

- Where was the husband killed?
- At their house.

Eight blocks away.

You need to confirm that this
Madeline was in fact Mary Thompson.

- We'll need a photograph.
- A mug shot should suffice.

Station House Number 5 should have one.

That's her.

This is the woman who checked
in at 11:00 on the night

of the 10th and checked out
at 3:30 AM the next morning?

The night clerk was here
when she checked out,

but that is the woman I saw check in, yes.

Very good. I'll be needing that.

This?

My God, this is incredible!

I just assumed she'd done it.

She assumed.

This changes everything.

And you concluded

that this was the murder weapon?

It matched the wounds
exactly in depth and breadth.

Did you find fingermarks on the knife?

We did. They belonged to the accused,

Mary Thompson.

Thank you, Inspector.
Those are my questions.

Inspector Davis, were you aware

that Mary Thompson has an alibi
for the time of her husband's death?

No, I...

Your Honour, I would like
to introduce as exhibit A

the hotel ledger

which shows that Mary Thompson checked
into the Empress Hotel at 11:00 PM

and did not check out until 3:30 AM,

Two hours after the time
of her husband's murder.

Your Honour, this is new information,

potentially unfounded. The name here

- is for Madeline Thompson.
- According to Detective Murdoch,

Rodney James, the hotel clerk
at the Empress Hotel, identified

Mary Thompson as the woman who checked in.

Detective Murdoch?

-You attest to all of this?
- Yes I do, Your Honour.

It means nothing. She
could have left the hotel,

killed her husband, and
returned to establish an alibi.

If she was merely trying
to establish an alibi,

why check out at 3:30? She
could have stayed all night.

Detective, is Station House
4 working for the defence?

We are working for the truth.

As am I. I'm convinced
she killed her husband

- and I intend to prove it.
- Well, why not?

It wouldn't be the first
time you believed a woman

killed her husband and she
turned out to be innocent.

You bring your evidence,

I will bring mine.

Right, if mary Thompson
didn't kill her husband,

we've got to prove it. So what's the plan?

We know she was at the Empress Hotel for
at least part of the night in question.

I'll send Higgins to the Empress Hotel.

Talk to the night clerk.
See if anyone else saw her.

We should also try to determine
who the real killer might be.

Who the victim is, what did he do?

- He was a businessman, I believe.
- Follow the money. Crabtree,

- dig into Mr. Thompson's business dealings.
- I will...

So what are you standing around for?

I believe we're supposed to
be at the rehearsal dinner.

What time is it? Bloody hell!

Here they are!

- Mrs. Brackenreid.
- Constable!

Where have you been? She's
been driving me crazy.

You're lucky I was able to
get them here when I did.

- Margaret. Sorry we're late.
- Oh, no, don't be silly.

It's what rehearsals are all about.

Detective.
- Mrs. Brackenreid.

Father Clements has been
waiting half an hour.

I thought that's what
rehearsals were all about.

Don't try to be smart
Thomas. It doesn't suit you.

Alright, everyone. Father Clements

doesn't have much time,
so we'll get right to it.

Detective, you will be
at the front of the aisle

with your best man. Who is your best man?

Oh, I don't... what does a best man do?

- Well, traditionally...
- He gives you the ring.

- I have the ring.
- Well, pick a best man,

give him the ring and
he'll hand it back to you.

- Just do it.
- Right.

George, if you would, please...

Sir...

Do you really... Oh!

I don't know what to say.

Yes, of course!

I'm honoured, sir. I won't let you down.

All right. Very good. Thank you.

Well, get up there with him. Go! Up!

Up, up, up! Wonderful.

Excellent. Now, Dr. Grace. Yes?

As the maid of honour, you
are the first down the aisle.

So, you must start marching the moment

the organist begins to
play the Wedding March.

Traditionally, this is
the moment where the father

of the bride takes your arm
to lead you down the aisle,

but seeing as your father has passed

you'll have to do it on your own.

Actually, I was wondering if you might

give me away, Inspector?

Oh! I'd be honoured!

No drinking before the wedding, then.

All right, everybody please hum!

Not too fast, Dr. Grace.

Remember to follow the beat.
It's step-together-step.

Now Thomas, you... ♪
Step in with the bride ♪

Well! Very nice. Well done!

She's done this before, Margaret.

- Well done!
- Yes, and I take it from here.

Thank you for that rousing rendition.

As we discussed, I will be
forgoing the traditional mass...

Why don't they just get
married and have done with it?

- Everyone's here.
- The musicians aren't.

You've hummed them to the
altar. What more is there?

The Wedding Waltz, Thomas.

Don't you remember the Wedding Waltz

Oh, no; of course you don't.

You were three sheets to the wind by then.

And from there we'll
proceed directly to the vows.

I will ask you if you take your bride

in sickness and in health,
'til death do you part,

and you will answer...

I do.

And I will ask you the
same and you will answer...

I do.

And then you will pass William the ring.

- Oh! Sir...
- Thank you, George.

And we'll leave that for tomorrow.

Oh... Of course.

- I'd best hold onto that, sir.
- Are you sure, George?

I'm the best man.

Who's Alexander Wainwright?

He was the victim's business partner.

- What kind of business?
- Manufacturing. They moved

to Toronto in January
to set up a tire factory.

The two of them bought
an old mattress factory

on Dufferin Street and were
in the process of converting it

when Thompson was killed.

- Anything out of the ordinary?
- Well, since Thompson's death,

Wainwright has been liquidating
all the business's assets.

Sounds fishy.

Now, see, sir, I would think a fish
would make almost no sound at all...

- George.
- You're right though, sir.

Both men signed an agreement

stating that in the case
of either man's death,

all the assets of the business
would accrue to the other.

That's interesting.

- Why would they sign such an agreement?
- I don't know.

The lawyer drafted the agreement

at the request of Wainwright.
And the lawyer said he never

met Thompson, apparently he
was something of a recluse.

When was this agreement signed?

April 4th. A week before he was killed.

Now that is interesting.

This is Mr. Thompson?

Yes. It was taken in Kingston,

just after we formed our partnership.

Percy brought the know-how.
I brought the money.

We were going to make a fortune.

Anyway, you're not here

to talk about my sad story.

I'd like to know about the document
giving you 100 per cent of the company

in the event of your partner's death.

It was a perfectly
legitimate business agreement.

Signed a week prior to
your partner's murder.

The timing is suspicious.

I'm sure it strikes you as suspicious.

Unfortunately, I can't
talk about it right now.

- I have an important engagement.
- Perhaps you'd prefer

to continue this conversation
down at the station house.

I can't. I'm due to give
testimony on this exact matter.

Questions will be asked and answered.

If you have any remaining,
I'll answer them when I'm done.

We had arranged to meet for breakfast.

When Percy didn't arrive,
I went to his house.

The door was locked and
there wasn't an answer.

- And were you concerned?
- I had a feeling something wasn't right,

- so I summoned a Constable.
- And what happened then?

I found Percy stabbed to death in his bed.

- And Mrs. Thompson?
- We found her in the next room,

asleep, the bloody knife beside her.

- What happened when you tried to awaken her?
- She looked at the knife

and said, "I killed him.
I finally killed him."

I've seen Detective Murdoch
smile exactly 343 times,

342 of which were when Dr.
Ogden walked into his office.

The other time was...

... What?

I'm asking you.

Henry, Detective Murdoch has
chosen me to be his best man.

Yes, I am fully aware of that, George.

As is everyone else in this Station House.

And as best man, it is
incumbent upon me to give a toast

extolling the union of
the bride and the groom

in an amusing yet heartfelt manner.

Now, he smiles when he sees her,

yet he's not the smiley sort.

He smiles at lots of things.

Uh, every time he solves a case.

In fact, he smiles twice,

once when he just thinks
that he's solved the case,

and then again when he actually has.

That's quite funny,
Henry. I might use that.

"When he thinks he's solved... "

Henry, what have you found out
about Mary Thompson's movements

on the night of the murder?

Well, she checked in under the name
Madeline, sir. She arrived at 11:00 PM.

The bartender remembers
seeing her around midnight

having a drink in the
lounge with a gentleman.

- Who was he?
- He didn't know.

He only saw the man from
behind. He had dark hair, though.

Right. What about the night clerk?

He's still asleep, sir.
He works the night shift.

Well, Henry, wake him up. This can't wait.

Sir.

He could be the sender of the postcard.

Possibly, but how do we find out?

You're with a man.

You're both sitting
together in the hotel lounge.

I... can't see.

He has dark hair.

... Yes.

There is a man.

We were walking down the hall.

- Do you know this man?
- Yes.

Who is it?

I can't see his face.

I'm leaning on him.

Are you drunk?

No...

I'm tired.

I'm so dizzy and tired.

I can barely stand up.

Of course she was tired,
it was 3:30 in the morning.

- The way she described it
- I think she may have been drugged.

- Where were they heading?
- To the front desk.

Higgins! Where's that night clerk?

- He'll be in at noon, sir.
- Noon? Get him in here now.

I can't. He's been
called in for questioning

- by Station House 5.
- Oh! Bloody Davis!

Dr. Grace. How can we help you?

I've just been subpoenaed to
testify against Mary Thompson.

Doctor Grace. At what time did
you determine the victim died?

- Between 12:30 and 2:00 AM.
- And how did you determine that?

Well, there were a number of
factors. Lividity, for one.

Which is the extent to
which the blood settles

into the lower parts of the corpse, hmm?

- Yes, that's correct.
- What other factors?

Internal body temperatures.

A corpse will cool at a very specific
rate depending on the ambient temperature.

How could you determine
the ambient temperature

- at the time of death when you weren't in the room?
- I estimated.

Ah... So you guessed. And
the initial body temperature?

Different people have different
body temperatures at different times.

- I assumed 98 degrees.
- So, you guessed again.

Is it fair to say

that with every estimate
and assumption, there would

- be a margin of error?
- Yes, of course.

And when compounded, these errors

could throw off your calculations

- by a wide margin?
- I suppose.

So it's possible, therefore,
that the victim in fact

could have died at, say,

4:00 AM instead of 2:00?

Yes, it's possible.

Thank you.

Mr. Prue,

were you the night clerk on duty

when Mrs. Thompson checked
out of the Empress Hotel?

Yes I was.

- And what time was this?
- 3:30 in the morning.

And was she with anyone at the time?

Yes. Her husband.

- Her husband?
- Yes.

So despite the opinion of the coroner,

- Mr. Thompson was alive at 3:30?
- Yes.

- Very much so.
- Thank you.

I hate to admit it, Julia, but
if Mr. Thompson was alive at 3:30,

then his wife very well
could have killed him.

If you believe Dr. Grace to have been wrong

- in her calculations.
- Sir. Doctor.

- George.
- Sir, if we could have a moment...

Sir, wonderful news.

Mr. Pendrick has arranged
for a beautiful coach

for your marriage. Regrettably,
the lads are talking about

attaching noise-makers to it.

Empty tin cans and
whatnot. Nothing explosive,

but as your best man, I thought
you should be forewarned.

Excuse me. William.

This was sent to the courthouse.

"The man she was with was not her husband."

George,

I need you to go to Wainwright's office.

On the wall there, you'll find a portrait
of Mr. Wainwright and Mr. Thompson.

Please bring it here as quickly as you can.

Sir.

Mr. Prue, how did you know

the man with Mrs. Thompson was her husband?

They were wearing matching wedding rings.

You don't see that very often.
A man wearing a wedding ring.

Mr. Prue...

- Sir... Excuse me.
- Thank you, George.

Your Honour, new evidence may have emerged

- and defense requests a short recess to review it.
- Denied.

Any questions you have, you
can put before the court now.

Thank you, Your Honour.

One moment please.

Look, I can't do this.
What if the night clerk

identifies the man she
was with as her husband?

Then that will be the truth of it.

My job is not about finding the
truth. It's about defending my client.

Detective Murdoch, do
you have something to say?

Your Honour, we need to confirm
that it was indeed Percival Thompson

whom the night clerk saw
on the night in question.

I have a photograph of Mr. Thompson.

How are we to know

that this is in fact
the defendant's husband?

- Ask his wife.
- The defense has no further questions.

Well, I do. Detective, if you will.

Your Honour, this is highly irregular.

Duly noted. Proceed.

Mrs. Thompson, do you
see your husband Percival

- in this photograph?
- Yes.

Could you please point to him.

Thank you.

Mr. Prue,

is the man that you saw with Mrs. Thompson

on the morning of April
11th in this photograph?

- Yes.
- Could you please point to him.

Are you quite sure?

I'm positive. I never forget a face.

Let the court record show
that the witness indicates

the man he saw on the night in question

with Mrs. Thompson was
Alexander Wainwright,

not Percival Thompson.

So your contention is that
Wainwright murdered his partner?

That's why he arranged for
Thompson to sign that agreement.

He knew that with his partner dead,

Wainwright would become the obvious
suspect. He had to frame someone else.

He knew about Mary
Thompson's fugue episodes,

knew that she would have no memory of them.

How did he know she was
having such an episode

- on the night in question?
- Thompson could have informed him.

They were partners after all.

- That's speculation.
- Well, do you have a more compelling theory?

Wainwright drugged Mrs. Thompson.

He took her key.

He then went and stabbed
her husband to death.

He returned to collect Mrs. Thompson.

- ... Who was too drugged to know what was happening.
- He brought Mrs. Thompson home,

clasped her hand around the murder weapon,

and then placed her in the room
next door to her dead husband.

Knowing she would still be there when
he summoned a Constable the next day.

It's a good theory, I would just like

to hear what Mr. Wainwright has to say.

Mm-hmm, as would I.

Uh, this is a private meeting, Constable.

Please allow me this
indulgence, Your Honour.

What have you, George?

Sir, there's no sign of
Mr. Wainwright. His office

has been cleaned out. Same
with his home on Clancy Street.

- Did you speak with his lawyer?
- I did. Wainwright was there

most of the morning. He's
cashed out his company's holdings

in the form of bearer bonds.

He's fleeing with his ill-gotten
gains. Thank you, George.

Post constables at all railway stations.

Sir.

Given that this is Station
House Number 5's case,

perhaps they could assist with
a few Constables of their own?

I'll speak with Inspector Davis. You'll get

whatever you need. Your Honour,

in light of this new evidence, the Crown

hereby removes all charges
against Mrs. Thompson.

Mr. Bennett, you can inform your client

- that she is free to go.
- Thank you, Your Honour.

I can't thank you enough.
Thank you, Detective.

You could not have given
me a better wedding present.

You are very welcome, Dr. Ogden.

Were we meant to give each other gifts?

Let's get married, Mr. Murdoch.

Indeed.

No, I need them to be equal,

so just put it over two rungs to the right,

and everything will be
okay. Beautiful. All right.

No, you need to move
it back at least a foot.

We need to fit 8 tables in here. Thank you.

All right... One, two, three.

Perfect.

Hurry on, Higgins. We'll be late.

- You're not going in uniform?
- Of course not.

I bought a suit especially
for the occasion.

I am the best man after all. Ah, the ring.

Best not forget that.

All right, where is it?

- I don't have it.
- Higgins, I don't have time for this.

- Why would I take the ring, George?
- Oh, I don't know, maybe

because you're jealous that Detective
Murdoch picked me to be best man.

More likely because you've been lording
that status ever since it was granted.

- "Lording"?
- You've used the term "best man" exactly 343 times

- in the last two days.
- Alright. Fair enough.

I see how you could take it that way.

I apologize for said lording.

Now please just give me back the ring.

George, I don't have
it. And if you don't...

You best tell him sooner than later.

Oh Lord. Oh Lord.

Oh, Julia. It's so beautiful.

You don't think it's too... white?

It's not white. It's
cream. Anyone can see that.

And if they can't, that's their bother.

That must be your bouquet.

Thank you.

Was it the bouquet?

- Mrs. Thompson.
- I'm so sorry to interrupt,

but I'm leaving town

and I wanted to thank you.

You saved my life.

I'll get it.

I couldn't be happier for you.

When are you leaving?

Today, on the 6:32.

I've decided to stay with
my sister for a while.

I understand completely.

Thank you, Dr. Ogden.

And I wish you the very best.

And I you, Mary.

- A bit nervous are you?
- A bit, sir, I suppose.

Don't worry, Murdoch. You'll do just fine.

I'm sure you're right. It's
just a ceremony, after all.

I'm not talking about the
ceremony, me old mucker.

Sir...

I'll say this just once.

She has experience. You don't.

- That can be challenge for a man.
- Sir, I really...

- Trust me. I've been there.
- Mrs. Brackenreid?

Margaret? God, no.

I'm talking about Suzie
Waters from Barnsley.

I know I wasn't the first
past the post with her.

The trick, Murdoch, is to fake it.

Fake it, sir?

Convince yourself that every
time you imagined doing it,

you actually did it.

Show her who's the man.

That's what she wants.

Don't, whatever you
do, let her take charge.

That road leads to nowhere good.

Cutting it rather close, aren't you?

- I believe we've got two minutes to spare.
- Ah! Hmm. Where's the bride?

- I'm sure she'll be along soon.
- What's the rush?

The quartet's only booked until 8:00.

Oh! There she is now.

You mustn't see the
bride before the wedding!

- It's fine, I'm sure...
- Thomas!

Let's get you married, Murdoch.

The best man has yet to arrive.

- That's his tough luck.
- He has the ring.

William Murdoch, Julia Ogden...

Bloody hell.

... it makes me so happy to see you

here before me today, coming as you have

to enter into the bonds of holy matrimony.

Oh... Hurry up, Buggaluggs!

Sir, sir...

I lost the ring, sir. There was a hole in
my pocket and it must have fallen through.

- Chuffing hell, Crabtree.
- I've looked everywhere for it, sir.

Never mind. We'll use Margaret's.

George! George! I found
it in your typewriter.

Oh... Henry,

you're my best man!

OY! Stop that! Come on!

Man and woman are not two,
but they are one. This union,

that God has made, cannot be separated.

George! You have the ring?

Yes. Of course.

And Paul said in 1 Corinthians 13:

"If I speak in the tongues
of men and of angels... "

Julia.
- What is it?

Why was Wainwright wearing Thompson's ring

the night the hotel clerk first saw him?

He was trying to
impersonate him, I suppose.

Wouldn't Mrs. Thompson have noticed

if the man was wearing
her husband's wedding ring?

"If I have given away all that I have... "

What if it's the reverse?

- The reverse?
- What if the man

the night clerk saw was her husband?

Impersonating Wainwright?

Has anybody ever met Mr. Thompson?

- His wife identified him.
- She could have lied.

Who would think to question her?

Especially when she was the
main suspect in his murder.

So the person sending the
postcard and telegram...

... Was her husband.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

- "Love never ends."
- She's leaving town.

On the 6:32. We have to stop them!

- Yes.
- Thomas!

Stop right there! What's going on?

Inspector, Mrs. Mary
Thompson and her husband

are getting away with murder.

- Whose husband?
- Thompson is Wainwright.

- Wainwright is Thompson.
- Who's dead?

- Wainwright.
- Sir, we've got no time to waste. They're getting away.

I don't bloody care. You're not
leaving until you're officially married.

- Sir...
- I said...

Get married!

- He's right.
- Yes, yes of course. Of course.

- Welcome back.
- Can we hurry?

Yes. "And the Lord God said,

'It is not good that
the man should be alone.

I will make him a helpmate."
And so from the soil,

the Lord God fashioned
all the wild beasts... '"

- Father... The vows.
- Yes?

Of course. William Murdoch,

do you take this woman to be your wife?

Do you promise to be true
to her in good times and bad,

in sickness and in health,
do you promise to love her

and honour her all the days of your life?

I do.

And do you, Julia, take
this man to be your husband?

- Do you promise to...
- I do. I truly do.

Then by the authority
of the church, I ratify

and bless this bond of marriage
in the name of the Father,

Son and Holy Spirit. Amen.

- The ring.
- Oh... George.

Oh, that's quite clever.

George, Henry. There's a
6:32 train bound for Buffalo.

Go to Union Station,

have the constables look
for Mary Thompson. And have

someone man the call box.

- Sir.
- But the reception...

Wainwright was the money man.

Thompson had a fortune
to gain by his death.

But if Thompson was
pretending to be Wainwright,

- then where was Wainwright?
- Not in Toronto.

Thompson came ahead of time to
establish himself as Wainwright.

Once the real Mr. Wainwright
arrived, he was killed.

And Mary pretended the
victim was her husband.

What on Earth, William?

Oh, the lads from the station house...

Hopefully Mrs. Thompson is still at home.

Hello. Where's Mrs. Thompson?

- She's gone.
- Gone where?

Don Station, I believe.

William, they're not crossing the
border; they're trying to flee east.

Telephone the police
call box at Union Station.

Tell the constable there to meet
Detective William Murdoch at Don Station.

- Certainly, sir.
- Thank you.

- To Don Station please.
- I'm not finished yet...

- We have no time.
- All right.

Whoa. I'm afraid we're at

an impasse until this clears up.

Get-up!

- Whoa...
- All aboard!

Train departing in 2 minutes!

Mrs. Thompson?

What is the matter?

Dr. Ogden, what are you doing here?

We're looking for your husband.

- My husband is dead.
- The man you identified

as your dead husband
was Alexander Wainwright.

- That's absurd.
- I think audacious is a better word.

You have no proof.

- Not yet.
- I got your message, Murdoch.

- What's going on?
- Have you searched the train?

Lads have been through it,
sir. There's no sign of him.

All aboard for Cobourg,
Kingston, and points beyond.

Well, unless you have some evidence

to back up this ridiculous
theory, I've got a train to catch.

George, search this trunk.

Mrs. Thompson, your train.

- Percy!
- Mary! Mary!

I'm sorry.

- George...
- Oh, my love!

Oh, that's enough, Crabtree. Break 'em up.

- All right, that's enough.
- No, Percy...

- No, please no!
- Mary! Mary...

Bloody Hell.

- Sir?
- Margaret. The reception!

Well, at least they
were true to their vows.

'Til death do them part.

Excuse me. Can you do one more song,
the Wedding Waltz in one minute?

Thank you.

The scotch is at the bar.

I assume that's why you came back.

The job comes first,
Margaret. You know that.

All I know is that my perfect wedding

turned into a perfect disaster.

As long as the marriage is
perfect, what does it matter?

A "perfect marriage"?
There's no such thing.

Why are they playing the Wedding Waltz?

Apparently, I missed the first one.

Mrs. Brackenreid, would you care to dance?

Oh, Thomas!

Here they come! Congratulations!

- They came back!
- Of course they did.

- Shall we?
- It is our dance, after all.

Indeed.

So, are you giving your toast to the groom?

I fear the moment has passed now.

- Would you like to hear it?
- Certainly.

"To Detective Murdoch.
May he always be as happy

as he looks today.

- Is that it?
- Do you have anything to add?

No. I believe that says it all.

- My hair must look a fright.
- No!

You've never looked lovelier.

I think this has been
the perfect wedding day.

With one exception.

I have yet to kiss the bride.

_

All new Murdoch.

Woman driving an automobile?

I think they're dangerous enough already,

thank you very much.

Automobiles are women.

Mr. President! No!

President Roosevelt!

Murdoch Mysteries, next
Monday at 8:00 on CBC.

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