All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S18E19 N

(indistinct chatter)

- Chairman Charles MacDonald
has been laid to rest.

- But his estate remains
unsettled.

- Ah.
- And according to the papers,

it is sizeable.

- Yes. Evidently putting
toasters and washing machines

in every home
gives one money to burn.

- I wish I could warm
my hands over that fire.

- You don't think working
as a sketch artist

will allow your entrance
into a Rosedale mansion?

(sighs)
- Well, least I have

the "starving"
in starving artist down pat.

So I have not...

finished it yet,
but what do you think?

- Mm.

I think you shouldn't flash
that around in public.

- But is it good?
No, don't answer that.

- Oh, hello you two.
- Ah.

- Staying out of trouble?
- Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Crabtree.

- Oh, please, George and Effie.

- Effie and George.

(laughing)

- You know, I can't stop
thinking about the fruit salad

our hostess served this morning.
That was quite something.

- You can say that again.

There were foreign fruits
I'd never seen before.

Yeah and she managed to stuff
the mangoes

into the hollowed-out
pineapples.

- She wouldn't have stuffed
anything, George.

It would have been her staff.

Oh, Maria. Maria,
cut the mangoes

into small pieces,
into dainty bites, please.

My guests expect it.
(chuckling)

- I'd have been satisfied
with a plum.

Or even an apple!

- An apple? Well, you would have
been shown the door

and forced to admit
your humble beginnings.

Although I suppose
a, an anecdote about

your colourful upbringing might
have livened things up a bit.

Those guests were so dull.

- Still, I hope we get
asked back.

- Why?
- For the fruit salad!

And the quiche Lorraine.

- I could do with or without
that quiche. And that hostess.

- She was all right.
- She was such a fake.

She was born in Rainy River,
Ontario,

not Buckingham Palace,

like she'd have you believe.

- Effie, look at that.

Is that blood?

They're bloody paw prints.

- George.

- Good Lord!

- That's Michael Hewitt!

What on Earth?

- I believe he's been mauled
to death by his own dog.

(tense music)

(theme music)

- You knew Mr. Hewitt?

- A little. I saw him at
Law Society events and the like.

- What can you tell me
about him?

- Not much, I'm afraid.

He was a good lawyer.
Well-connected.

- Right.

Given that these are nearby,

I'll assume that these were
his latest cases.

- That would stand to reason.

- Could you assist me and have
a quick look through them?

Perhaps one of them will
offer up motive for this.

- Let me see what I can find.

(door opens)

- Miss Hart.

- He was hard at work
on a Saturday afternoon.

Clearly didn't work
himself to death.

- Miss Hart, would you agree
that he's been mauled to death?

- Uh, mauled?

- Uh, there's evidence
that a dog was present

at the time of Mr. Hewitt's
murder.

- I grant you that while
these scratches are unusual,

no dog killed him.

- How can you be sure of that?

- There's a single puncture
to his jugular.

- He also appears to have
suffered a blow to the head.

- Oh. Well, still,
perhaps we should find the dog.

It might shed some light
on what happened.

- George.

- Well, sir, you remember
a few years back,

they used dogs to track
Jack the Ripper.

They're very clever.
- Yes. An experiment

that resulted in one of the dogs

attacking the police
commissioner.

Oh.

Oh, what's this?

Believe this would be a more
useful avenue of investigation.

Excuse me.

(indistinct background chatter)

- What's going on?

- Who might you be?

- Miss Wilma Fruling.

I own the salon next door.
What happened here?

- I'm afraid the body
of Mr. Hewitt

was found earlier today.

- How awful!

- Um, did you happen to hear
anything unusual this morning?

- Well,

well, it was finally quiet
around here, for one thing.

- Is it generally noisy?

- Hewitt's dog has been barking
nonstop all week.

I was losing my mind.

- Hm.

And, uh, what time did the noise
and barking eventually end?

- Um, half past nine,
just as my wash and set arrived.

(Murdoch): Thank you,
Miss Fruling.

Uh, pardon me, sir.

Toronto Constabulary.
What's your business here?

- I am a partner at this firm.
Christopher Landell.

And I would like to get
into my office.

- I-I'm afraid
that's not possible.

- And why not?

- Earlier this morning,
my constable discovered

the body of Mr. Hewitt.

- Michael's dead?

- I'm afraid so.

We are now conducting
a murder investigation.

Was your partner
working on anything

that would put his life at risk?

- No, not that I know of, uh,

though I've been out of town
at a conference

for several days.

- Um, what type of cases

does your firm work on?

- Nothing dangerous,
if that's what you're asking.

Contract laws, wills, trusts.

May I ask what exactly happened?

- Admittedly at this point,
we know very little,

save that Mr. Hewitt's dog
was here at some point

and has since escaped.

- Michael didn't have a dog.

In fact, he-he hated dogs.

He wouldn't have been
caught dead with...

Oh. I suppose he was.

(curious music)

(energetic music)

- What do you think
you're doing?

- What business is that
of yours?

- I am a morality officer
with the Toronto Constabulary.

- And?

- And... you were creating
a lewd image.

- I was trying to capture
the male form.

- I don't give a whit.

I'm issuing you a fine.

- You'll have to catch me first.

- Stop! Failure to pay the fine
results in conviction!

Ugh!

- And you're sure
a dog didn't do it?

- It's highly unlikely.

- It's been known to happen.

I know from experience
dogs can be quite vicious

if trained improperly.

- Miss Hart, what have you?

- Oh. The scratches
on Mr. Hewitt's neck

were made by something uniform.

- Like a dog's paw.

- Like a small rake.

Puncture to the jugular
was jagged and sharp.

- And what of the contusion
to his forehead?

- Heavy impact
by a blunt object.

- Hm.

- What are you up to now?

- I'm conducting a pH test
on this white powder

that was found
in Mr. Hewitt's office.

And the test has confirmed
my suspicions.

It's talcum powder.

- Very good.

Although I must confess,

I was hoping for something
a bit more impressive.

(door opens)

- Ah, Miss!

- What's going on in here?

- Toronto Constabulary.
The-the-the office is closed.

- Where is Mr. Hewitt?

- I'm afraid Mr. Hewitt died
unexpectedly just this morning.

I can't believe this.
I saw him less than a week ago.

First Chairman MacDonald,
and now Mr. Hewitt.

- You knew Chairman MacDonald?

- I am...
I was his, his bookkeeper.

Uh, Mr. Hewitt was Chairman
MacDonald's lawyer and executor.

- You wouldn't happen to be
a Miss Sandler, would you?

- No, I'm Miss Vosper.

I'm simply here to pay
Mr. Hewitt for his services.

- We can make sure that
this makes it to his partner.

- This is terrible.

Thank you.

- Sorry for your loss.

(door opens and closes)

- So, Hewitt was the executor

to the estate of the richest man
in Toronto.

- And now that MacDonald's dead,
his fortune is in the wind.

- I'd best inform the Detective.

(buzzing)

- So, Mr. Hewitt is the executor
of Chairman MacDonald's estate.

Have you found a will?

- Effie's not come
across it yet.

- Right.

Miss Fruling, a word please?

- I'm with a client.

- And I am with
the Toronto Constabulary.

- What can I do for you?

- Answer one simple
question, please.

- Mm.

- Do you use talcum powder
in your salon?

- Why?
- Some was found

spilt on Mr. Hewitt's floor.

- Oh.

(exhales)

- Well, they didn't
get it from here.

- Very good.

- Sir, have a look at this.

- What is it, George?

- A Miss Sandler
had an appointment here

at eight o'clock this morning.

- And that's pertinent because?

- I found a calling card
with the name Sandler on it

in Hewitt's office.

- Well, perhaps
she's responsible

for the spilt talcum.

Let's bring her in.

- So sorry, but this
is so terribly unexpected.

I didn't know him well yet,
but I believed Mr. Hewitt and I

were destined to become close.

- Mm.

So, you called on him
for what purpose?

- I met him last week by chance
at the King Edward Hotel.

I sensed an attraction.

- Ah. So, you arranged a visit?

- I made an appointment
at the salon next to his office

and used it as an excuse
to drop by afterwards.

(chuckling)

- And was there... a connection?

- He acted like he barely
remembered me.

- Oh.

- I was embarrassed,
so I hurried out of there

and, in my haste,
I dropped my pocketbook

and my talcum powder fell out,

and the dog made
a beeline for it.

Mr. Hewitt tried to stop him
and hit his head on the desk.

- Oh!

Oh!

Anything else?

- Yes.

He apologized for being
distracted

but he said he was about to have
a very difficult conversation.

- Did he say with whom?
- No.

- Sir, Miss Hart's report
said that the murder weapon

was most likely
an animal grooming tool.

So, I had a look through
this Eaton's catalogue

and, well, have a look
at a couple of these, sir.

- Hm. That certainly looks like

it could have gotten
the job done.

- I wouldn't want to be
on the wrong end of that.

- No.

- Ah, Effie. What have you?

- Mr. Hewitt's correspondence

with the late
Chairman MacDonald.

It mentions the dog.

- The dog?
What does the dog matter?

- Well, it matters plenty.

That dog is Toronto's
newest millionaire.

(curious music)

- So we know the dog
that was in Mr. Hewitt's office

belonged to Chairman MacDonald.

- Yes. Mr. Hewitt
was minding him

while he amended
Mr. MacDonald's will,

making the dog his sole heir.

- So whoever took the dog
killed Hewitt.

- Possibly, George.

- It baffles me that a man
with all that money

should have such little sense.

Leaving a fortune to a dog?

- Well, Inspector, dogs,
unlike humans,

reserve no judgment or malice.

They're loyal to a fault.

- They do love unconditionally.

- No malice?

I've read that if a man
were to die at home,

it would take his dog
no less than 24 hours

to start devouring the remains.

And they typically
start with the face.

- No.
- Indeed.

Hm! Loyalty should afford one
at least 48 hours

on the kitchen floor
before becoming dog food.

(sighs)

- Sir, what would
you have me do?

- Find the dog.

- You think he can help.

- No, I don't think he can--
- Charlie.

- I beg your pardon?

- The dog's name is Charlie,
after his owner.

- Charlie.

- How's the likeness,
Miss Sandler?

- It's the spitting image
of the dog

in my dear
Mr. Hewitt's office.

You are a very talented artist.

- Thank you.

And I'm so sorry
for your loss.

- Oh. Mr. Hewitt and I
weren't together, not...

not officially, but,
but I know we were fated to be.

- Well, we appreciate
you coming by

at such a difficult time.

- Uh, Constable.

- Thank you, Constable.

Thank you.

(crying)

- So what sort of mutt is this?

- The Havanese.

- From Cuba.
They arrived on merchant ships

and became elite lap dogs
to the wealthy,

so exclusive they couldn't be
bought or sold,

only given as gifts.

- Priceless puppies
and millionaire dogs?

Ha! It's ridiculous.

- Sir, if you don't mind
me asking,

what exactly
is your problem with dogs?

- When I first arrived
in San Francisco,

a ferocious, feral dog
attacked me on the streets.

I carry the scars with me
to this day.

- May we see the scar?

- Of course.

(ominous music)

- Sir, the attack must
have been harrowing.

- It was.

The Papillon is a breed
not to be trifled with.

- Papillon? Those dogs
are quite small,

no more than ten pounds.

- It's not the size of the dog
in the fight, Detective.

(Choi scoffs)

- Ah, thank you, Miss Leeming.
We'll make copies of this

and get them up all over town.

- My pleasure.
(laughing)

- Well done.

Not the gallery opening
you'd imagined,

but a showing on every post
in our fair city.

- Good work, Detective.
I tried to ticket her earlier,

but she escaped.
What did you arrest her for?

- Arrest her?

Iona Berger,
meet Olivia Leeming,

sketch artist
for Station House Four.

Olivia is tasked
with depicting suspects,

missing persons
and, in this case, a dog.

- I don't care if you've taken
over as Chief Constable.

You created a lewd drawing
in public.

- A lewd drawing?

- The first ticket
was for indecency. This one...

for evading an officer.

- Ah--!

- So, no sign of the will.

- Not so far.

- I was curious,

did any family members
take issue

to Chairman MacDonald's
will being amended?

- MacDonald had only one
living relative,

a nephew, Howard.

He believed he was next
in line for the fortune.

- Hm. What did your partner
think of the changes?

- I don't know.

It's our job to fulfill
our clients' requests,

as long as they're legal,
of course.

- And, um, Howard MacDonald,
uh, what was his reaction?

- Let's just say I would have
liked to have seen the look

on his face when he found out
who was getting the keys

to his castle.

- Uh, we don't know each other
very well yet

but I want you to know
I do understand

the challenges that go along
with a position such as yours.

- Hm. I'm not so sure
about that.

- In our business,
each of us enforces the law

in ways peculiar
to our personality.

- Uh, my personality
has nothing to do

with how I perform my duties.

- For example,
I tend to favour leniency

for first-time offenders...

like Miss Leeming.

- Not me.

- Ah, pretzel?

- Ah! From your pocket.

No thank you.

- Did you really need to ticket
Miss Leeming?

Would you consider
rescinding the tickets

and issuing a warning instead?
She is one of us now.

- I am an officer of the law,
and I caught her creating

an indecent picture.

It is my job to fine her.

- Well, isn't decency somewhat
a matter of personal taste?

Is Michelangelo's David indecent
because it represents the...

male anatomy?

- As I told Miss Leeming,

if it is on the streets
of Toronto, then yes.

We must obey the law
and none of us,

not even your friend
Mr. Angelo, is above it.

With me.

- Are you happy now?

- How could I be happy
when you're still here?

- Rest assured I will be back.

- Oh, I'm looking forward
to that.

- Howard MacDonald?
- Yes, that's me.

- Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

I'm investigating the murder
of Mr. Michael Hewitt.

- I had nothing to do with that.

- He was in the process
of amending your uncle's will

to reflect his final wishes.
Did you know that?

- A dog took ten million dollars
from me.

Yes, I knew about it.

- That dog is now missing.

Did you know that?

(scoffs)

- If you want to talk
to anyone about that,

you can talk to Miss Bowerman,
the woman who just left.

- Why would I want to do that?

- She owns a dog breeding
business up in Mono Mills.

My uncle purchased
that dog from her.

If you ask me,
she is behind all of this.

- Oh. Go on.

- She had repeated visits
with Mr. Hewitt in the days

before his death,
and my uncle's staff tells me

she's now the dog's
legal guardian.

- We have to make sure
we also cover The Ward.

- There's no end to violations
of city bylaws.

- Here's where
our philosophies diverge.

- In what way?
- Do you really believe

it's always in the best interest
of the citizenry

to adhere to the letter
of the law?

- Yes.

- But what about justice?

After all, that's the spirit
of the law,

or at least
it's meant to be.

Nobody should be
without sustenance.

Hunger is a powerful motivator.

- True. But it should not be
a motivator for theft.

- My approach is to turn
a blind eye,

wait for an opportunity
to help the boy.

- Turning a blind eye
is not what you're being

paid for, Detective.

- Miss Bowerman,
I-I'm Detective William Murdoch

of the Toronto Constabulary.

- What can I help you with?

- I'm looking into
the circumstances

surrounding
Michael Hewitt's death.

- A horrible tragedy.
He was a lovely man.

But what does this have
to do with me?

- Howard MacDonald believes
you used undue influence

to convince his uncle to leave
his entire estate to his dog

and to make you
the dog's guardian.

(scoffs)

- That sounds like something
Howard would believe.

- Well, it's not a completely
unreasonable suspicion,

given that it would grant you
access to the MacDonald fortune.

- I don't care about
any fortune. I love Charlie,

as did the chairman.

- So his decision to leave
his estate to his dog

was his alone?

- As God is my witness,
I would never interfere

with any man's final wishes.

(barking)

(soft mysterious music)

- Isn't that a Havanese?

- Mm-hmm. Yes.

- Emma Bowerman,
you are coming with me.

(barking)

- Well, perhaps you're right
if following the rules

leads to this.

- The thief got away.

- Small price to pay for landing
the catch of the day.

(barking)
- And you say these dogs...

- I... may have
spoken too soon.

- Oh.

Two of the same thing.
(dog barks)

It's the Mona Lisa
all over again.

- Where did that dog come from?

- I've been trying to tell you.
That dog is Charlie!

- We owe his discovery
to Miss Berger.

She was on the trail
of a stolen sausage.

We caught the young thief
trying to feed it to this dog.

- Mm-hmm.

This is Darcy.

He's Charlie's littermate
and as poor as a church mouse.

And this one is Charlie.

You can tell by the way
he carries himself

with a certain aplomb.

- They look the same.

And why should I believe you?

- Because I have proof.

Were you aware no two dogs
noses are the same?

- I was not.
- Mm-hmm.

As a breeder,
I make impressions

before each puppy leaves
my care. That's Charlie's.

- Ah!

Well, thank you, Miss Bowerman.

Um, but I do have
a few more questions

before we get into comparing
nose prints,

i-if you wouldn't mind.

- I am an open book, Detective.

- Uh, you visited Mr. Hewitt

several times in the week
leading up to his death.

Why?

- I wanted to make sure

he had honoured the chairman's
wishes and amended the will.

- And what did he tell you?

- He said he planned to,
but that he was dealing

with a slight complication.

- What sort of complication?

- He wouldn't say.

- That must have been
frustrating.

- Of course it was.

That's why I kept going back
to see him

in the following days.

- Did any of these conversations
become heated?

- Wait a minute.

I see what you're doing.

Are you accusing me
of killing Mr. Hewitt?

- You had very strong motive
and ample opportunity.

- Except I wasn't even
in Toronto

the day Mr. Hewitt died.
I was in Collingwood with Darcy.

- Shame Darcy can't corroborate
that story.

- But he can.

The little champ
was providing stud services

to a fellow breeder.
We were there all night.

This is my train ticket.

- Hm.

- Nice and still, Watts.
- Mm-hmm.

Hm... Mm.

- That should do it.

Right. Now, I've obtained
a nose print from the bowl

that was found
in Mr. Hewitt's office,

and we know that
that is Charlie's

because it is a match
for the nose print

on the reference that was given
to us by Miss Bowerman.

- Hm.
- Now...

let's see if this one

is also a match.

(curious music)

It's definitely a match.
This is Charlie MacDonald.

- So the dog I found
is the millionaire.

- The heir
to the MacDonald fortune.

(dog barks)

- Charlie belongs
to me, Detective.

- Without evidence of the will,

you are not
their legal guardian yet.

- As much as I'd like
to be rid of these mutts,

the detective is right,
Miss Bowerman.

- These dogs are purebred.

I'd wager their parentage
is less ambiguous

than some of the constables
in your employ.

- Perhaps the dogs should stay
and I should leave.

(barking)

- Mr. Landell. What have you?

- I found the will.

It was in one of the old safes
that we rarely use.

- Hm. What does it say?

- It appears Miss Bowerman
is right.

She is indeed
the dog's legal guardian.

- Hm. I told you.

And the dog's name is Charlie,
thank you very much.

Ooh. Ah! You get to sleep
in your bed tonight at last.

(laughing)

- I'm afraid I can't allow that.

- Why in heavens not?

- Mr. Hewitt's killer
is still at large and, as such,

the dog may still be a target.

We simply don't have
the manpower to guard him,

or you, in a large
Rosedale estate.

- The Detective's right.

Let me take you home.

You can see Charlie
in the morning.

(sighs)

- Guard him with your life,
Detective.

And don't forget to pet him.

Charlie likes his cuddles.

- Wait!

I made the front page?
- Ah!

And you captured the soul

of little Charlie
using only pencil.

Quite a remarkable feat.

(laughing)

- Thank you, Llewellyn.

- Don't thank me quite yet.

I was unable to convince

Miss Berger to rescind
your tickets.

- Oh no.

- I'm afraid she will not
back down.

I dare say she's like
a dog with a bone.

- Please, Llewellyn,
you have to try again.

I mean, she's taking every cent
I've got.

- Ah. Miss Vosper.

- I heard from Mr. Landell
that you found the will.

- Yes, we did indeed.

It turns out Mr. Hewitt made
those amendments, after all.

- And have you made an arrest
in Mr. Hewitt's murder?

- We haven't.
We're still sorting through

all the evidence,
but I've a feeling now

it's just a matter of time.

- I see. Well, then
it's a good thing I've come.

I recalled something
that may prove useful.

- Please, come this way.
- Ah.

- Uh, Detective! You remember
the chairman's bookkeeper,

Miss Vosper.
She has something for us.

- Oh, yes, of course.
Please, go ahead.

- A few months ago,
I noticed some discrepancies

in Chairman MacDonald's
expenses.

Someone was embezzling
money from him.

- Oh! And did you tell
the chairman?

- He was so ill,
I didn't want to trouble him.

But I pointed my concerns
out to Mr. Hewitt.

He suspected MacDonald's nephew.

- Howard MacDonald.

And did Mr. Hewitt
speak with him?

- He told me that he was
going to confront him.

- Right.

Very good.

Thank you for bringing this
to our attention.

- Sir, that must be
the conversation

Hewitt was nervous about.
(barking)

- A confrontation
with Howard MacDonald.

It certainly could be.

(barking)

- He does have quite
an intelligent face,

doesn't he, sir?

- Hm.
- And an amazing nose.

Perhaps he could help us
sniff out the killer, sir.

(scoffs)

- George, have you lost faith
in our abilities?

- No, sir, but think about it,
working together.

Ah, the brain of a copper
and the nose of a dog.

Oh! That would be
an excellent idea.

Sir, will you write this
down for me?

Uh-uh-uh...

The Constable and the Canine.

- George, no one's going
to be interest--

The case, please.
- Oh, right.

Sir, well, the first thing
we need to do is take the lord

of the manor here
out for a little walk.

He's yet to move his bowels,
poor chap.

I wonder if all the trauma
has him a little bunged up?

- Mm. Well, he did witness
a murder, George.

Humans aren't the only mammals

to display physiological
symptoms as a result of trauma.

- Charlie is used to me.

Allow me to take him
for a stroll.

When one is too tense to...

it's often beneficial
to walk until

the situation
resolves naturally.

- Sounds like you're speaking
from experience, Llewellyn.

- It's a excellent idea,
Detective Watts.

Just don't let him
out of your sight.

- Uh-huh.
(barking)

- Did you know, sir,
with baby tiger cubs,

to induce their first movement,

the mother has to lick their--
- Thank you, George.

(indistinct chatter)

- All right. Charlie.

Let's go.

Yes. Over here? All right.

Much better.

You need some privacy, or...

(barks)
Yes.

There we go.

Feeling restrained.
Maybe I'll take this off.

There you are.

Better?
- Unleashing a dog

within five feet of food stalls
is strictly prohibited.

- Ah, of course it is,
Miss Berger.

- Did you not learn anything
yesterday?

If you stick to the rules,
then--

(gunshot)
What was that?

(crowd screaming)
- A gunshot.

He's after the dog. Take cover!

Stop right there!

(crowd clamouring)

(panting)

(grunting)

(Murdoch): You don't deny
opening fire?

- What's the penalty for killing
an animal, Detective?

- Uh, I confess
I don't know. However--

- No matter what it is,
with Charlie gone,

I would have inherited
my uncle's money,

which is more than enough
to hire

an unbeatable defense lawyer.

- Do you also confess
to the murder of Mr. Hewitt?

- I had nothing to do with that.

- You were stealing
from your uncle.

- That's a load of horse...
manure.

And who told you that?

Let me guess. Mr. Landell?

- Why would you guess him?

- He was my uncle's lawyer
'til he showed his true colours.

- True colours?

- I caught him forging
my uncle's signature

to expedite a bank draft.

He begged me not to tell
the old man.

But my uncle was no dummy.

When I ratted Landell out,
he said he suspected as much.

He had no use for a lawyer

who played loosey-goosey
with the rules.

- What did your uncle do?

- He gave him the axe!

Put everything
in Mr. Hewitt's hands.

Huh. Landell was furious.

- I'll be investigating
this matter further.

In the meantime,
you'll be charged

with the reckless use
of a firearm.

- Ah, Detective.

Here is everything
from Mr. Hewitt's office.

What is it you're looking for?

- Well, I believe the signature
on Chairman MacDonald's

amended will is forged.

But I need a sample
to compare it to.

- I think I may have seen...

Ah! Yes.

A letter signed by
Chairman MacDonald.

- Very good.

Well, it's close,
but ultimately,

the Ds are different.

- You think Mr. Landell
could have forged it?

- Well, with Mr. Hewitt's death,

he does become the executor
of the estate

and stands to benefit
handsomely.

- I do have the key
to the office.

(investigative music)

Well, lookie here.

- Perhaps we should consider
hiring some taller constables.

- Hm.

- Mr. Landell, Toronto Police.

- Detective.

Uh, now isn't a good time.

(woman): Who is it, pookie?

- Pookie?

Miss Bowerman.

I wasn't aware the two of you
were so... well acquainted.

- And what of it?
We are entitled

to pursue a relationship
if we so choose.

- Hm. You're about to lose

all of your entitlements,
Mr. Landell.

- What is all this fuss about?

Do you have a problem
with love, Detective?

- I have a problem with murder.

Christopher Landell,
you are under arrest

for the murder of your partner,
Michael Hewitt.

- I simply used Mr. Hewitt's
notes to amend the will

to reflect Chairman MacDonald's
exact wishes.

- And forging
Chairman MacDonald's signature

entrusted guardianship
of the dog

and its sizeable fortune
to Miss Bowerman.

You are now romantically
involved with her.

Did the two of you conspire
to kill Mr. Hewitt?

- We didn't conspire
to do anything.

Emma was not even in Toronto
when Michael was killed,

and neither was I.

You were there!
You saw me arrive.

(Landell sighs)

What's this?

- We've confirmed that blood
residue on this grooming tool

is a match for Mr. Hewitt's
blood type.

- So?

- It was found in your office.

- Well, then someone
put it there.

I am being set up!

(indistinct background chatter)

- Detective!

I spoke to some witnesses.

It turns out Mr. Landell
was indeed

at a conference in The Briars
when Hewitt was killed.

- Huh.

So, Mr. Landell
was telling the truth.

The murder weapon was planted.

Right. Um, Howard MacDonald

does have a good number of
grooming tools in his stables.

- And a great deal to gain
by planting a murder weapon.

- Oh! This is looking promising.

- Ah.

Ah, sir, we should,
we should give him some space.

Nobody likes an audience.
- Right.

(curious music)

(dog barks)

- Ah.

- Oh! Good boy!

George, there appears
to be something in there.

- Sir, I think you're right.

(sighs)

Is that a key?

- A safety deposit box key?

- Sir, this is not the way
I thought Charlie

would help our investigation.

- Yeah.
(door opens)

- Uh, ma'am, nothing
to see here. Move along.

- Police business.

- Some sort of business.

(knocking)

- What's all this?

- They're financial records
belonging to Chairman MacDonald

and they were in a safe deposit
box rented by Michael Hewitt.

- Hm.

Do they bring any clarity
to Mr. Hewitt's murder?

- I don't know yet.
- Oh.

- So I've asked Miss Vosper,

the chairman's accountant,
to come in.

- So, follow the money?

(scoffs)

- You know, you're not the first
person to say that to me.

- Hm.

- Now this is interesting.

- That's three times today.
Well done.

Oh. Oh.
(barking)

Looks like he likes you.

(chuckling)

- I haven't been around dogs
much since I left home.

- Hm.

- When you broke the rules
and had him off leash,

you ended up saving his life.

- True.

- I'm beginning to see
your philosophy has a...

degree of merit.

- Plato argued justice
is not merely about laws

or external systems,

but the harmony of the soul.

(soft music)

- Miss Vosper,
I need your assistance

to confirm that we, indeed,
have the documents required

to prove financial wrongdoing.

Um, bank drafts to pay
for property in the Hebrides,

art purchases,

first-class round-trip tickets

on the Queen Mary

prior to the holidays.

- All justifiable expenses.

- Even though Chairman MacDonald

had been bedridden
for over a year.

- Exactly. It was purchases
like these that first roused

my suspicions.

Many of these bank drafts

are payments to places
Howard MacDonald frequented,

according to the social papers,
that is.

- Indeed.
And that is why I believe--

Oh!

- Shoo, shoo, shoo.
- Young man.

All right,
young man, you had--

Oh!

Uh...

Seems you have dog hair
stuck to your coat.

- What?
(dog barking)

- Because there is also blood.

I've compared the hair
that was stuck to your coat

to a sample taken from Charlie.

And they are a match.

- And what does that prove?

- That you killed Mr. Hewitt

and you stole Charlie.
Didn't you, Miss Vosper?

- I did no such thing.
That's absolutely preposterous.

- I had a look through
the receipts

and there were some from
a jewelry shop

that my wife used to frequent.

Here, take a look.

Here's one for diamond necklace.

Uh, I believe that's what
you're wearing now, Miss Vosper.

- What, this? No, no.
This is cut glass.

It's costume jewelry.

- Mm. I'm not
so sure about that.

(scoffs)

We also confirmed
that Howard MacDonald

had no access
to his uncle's accounts.

You alone bore
that responsibility.

- You don't know what you're
talking about, Detective.

- I believe I do.

- Absolutely not, Miss Vosper.
- Please, Mr. Hewitt.

(Murdoch): Mr. Hewitt became
aware of your scheme.

And you had an argument.

No matter how you tried
to justify your actions,

Mr. Hewitt had little interest
in what you had to say.

- Absolutely, absolutely not.

- He had proof of your theft
locked away

in the Bank of Toronto.

The dog's grooming comb
was right there.

And you attacked him.

(gasping)

- What are you doing? Stop it!

- He tried to fight you off
without hurting you,

but you showed no such mercy

as you delivered the fatal blow.

(gasping)

(thudding)

(dog whining)

(sniffing)

- Come here, come here.

Give me the key.
Give me the key. Come on!

No, no, no, no, no.

No.

No.

The money I took
was already spent.

Why did he try and stop me?
I just wanted the records

and then the damn dog
took the key.

- You'd killed Mr. Hewitt.

Why did you not also
kill Charlie?

- I'm not a monster, Detective.

Killing a man is easy enough,

but what kind of a woman
would kill a defenceless dog?

- It hasn't been nearly
as disruptive as I'd imagined.

- I have a feeling that
is high praise coming from you,

Detective Murdoch.

Charlie. At last!

- Even though no signed will
has been found,

Mrs. Crabtree has found
signed letters

from Chairman MacDonald
articulating his final wishes.

She believes that that will be
enough to convince the judge.

- And Howard's attempted murder
of poor Charlie here

hardly puts him in good stead
to be the dog's guardian.

- Nevertheless,
Charlie will make sure

that Howard
is well taken care of.

That's just the kind
of animal he is.

And I plan to give you
all the love you deserve.

- Speaking of love,
what are your plans now?

I mean, do you plan to stay
in Toronto for good?

Have you made peace
with Mr. Landell

after everything he's done?

- Lots of questions, Constable.

But I don't mind sharing
the good news.

Mr. Landell and I
are to be married.

- Oh!

He's been charged with fraud.
He'll be disbarred.

- I believe he forged the will
with the best intentions.

He never doubted us.

Charlie and I are willing
to take what comes.

(curious music)

- Oh.

Oh, we're all headed
to the Starbright, Miss Berger.

Would you like to join us?

- I hardly think that would be
appropriate, Detective.

Mixed company.
A drinking establishment.

Do you really think someone
in my position should act so...

recklessly?

- If you change your mind.

- Miss Berger.

- Miss Leeming.

- Detective Watts?

- You just missed him.

- Oh.
- Oh, wait!

I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

We're both working women,
after all.

- So you understand
the challenges

that come along with that.

- I am willing to rescind
the tickets I issued

on one condition.

- Name it.

- You give me the original
sketch you made of Charlie.

- I wasn't expecting this.

(clears throat)

- Hm.

This is going to make my bedsit
feel more like home.

But could I have another look
at that other drawing?

I-is this a nude drawing
of Detective Watts?

- That it is.

- And is this an, um...

(clears throat)

An accurate depiction?

(soft music)

- I wouldn't know. I took
artistic liberty, of course.

A still portrait hardly
captures the essence

of Llewellyn's...
gesticulations,

but I think
it's rather flattering.

(Leeming chuckles)

- I would have to agree.

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