All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S19E09.en

You’ve made some sort of
machine for the store, Murdoch.

- Yes, sir. It’s an automated
gift-wrapping machine.

It can wrap gifts of any size,
within reason.

- It’s not like you to make
something so frivolous.

It’s an intricate
mechanical device, sir.

- While you were setting up,
did you happen to see

the Empress Josephine tiara?

- Uh, no, I did not.
- Ah! The owner of Kelner Toys

is displaying it here today.

Then she’s putting it up
for auction

and giving the money
to the Children’s Hospital.

- And making a big hullabaloo
about it.

- Oh! Tell me about it.

The Ladies’ Auxiliary
is putting on a ballet

with Anna Pavlova herself
for the Children’s Hospital fund

and even though I am doing
most of the work,

you don’t hear me
crowing about it.

You’ve told half
the bloody town about it.

Thomas!

Sir, uh, this is it!

Uh, toys go in and, uh,
and wrapped gifts come out.

- Huh! Crikey.
- Wonders will never cease.

- Violet.

Oh! Llewellyn, I must say,
I’m surprised to see you here.

- Oh, don’t worry. I won’t rail
against gaudy materialism.

- Good.
- Even if it is a horrible--

- I am trying to embrace
Christmas more.

I’ve bought myself
something extravagant.

- What is it?

Well, I’m making myself
wait until Christmas morning

to find out.

Attention!

Attention! Attention, everyone!

Welcome to the unveiling
of the Feere’s Department Store

Christmas displays. Mrs. Kelner?

Kelner Toy Factory wishes
everyone a very Merry Christmas.

Now, I’m sure we’re all
anxious to see the wonderful

toys and gifts
Feere’s has to offer.

And the Empress Josephine
tiara, donated by yours truly.

Let’s see the tiara, shall we?

- Oh my goodness!

My tiara! It’s gone!

- Wonder what happened to it.

- Someone must have taken it.

Thank you for
your insight, Margaret.

- Looks like someone didn’t want
to wait for Santa Claus.

- Indeed.

- My heart is broken.

I was prepared to say goodbye
to the tiara for charity,

but this...

- We’ll do our best to find it.

- And throw the thief
in jail, I hope.

- Where was the tiara last seen?

- At the store in the strongbox.

- It was brought here from
the toy factory an hour ago

and given to Mr. Feere.

- And before you ask,
I was never alone with it.

Mr. Maturin,
my head stock clerk,

was with me the entire time.

- And when was it placed
in this glass display case?

- That’s just the thing.
I didn’t personally do that.

- Who did?
- Mr. Maturin took the box

to the decorator while I went
out into the store.

Apparently, when they opened
the box, it was empty, but...

nobody told me!

- Right. We’ll need to see this
strongbox and where it was kept.

- Of course.
Follow me, detectives.

- Oh!

- Good lord!
What on earth are those?

- They look like spriggans.
- What’s that?

- A spriggan was a legendary
monster from Cornwall.

Me granny used to tell me
stories about them

when I was a kid.
Scared the bejesus out of me.

- Well, they’re grotesque.

- They’re going
to give me nightmares.

- Hm.
- That’s the idea.

- Hm.

- Aren’t they just the cutest?

They’re called Rinkinkins
and I will have you know

they are the toy this Christmas.

All the best children
are getting one.

- Who says?
- Says everyone.

Which means our Jordan
must get one.

Must, must, must!

- Oh, well, then I shall
pick one up, love dove.

- Oh, and if you were thinking
of getting me this

for Christmas,
you’re out of luck.

- A diamond tiara?

Henny, I’m joking!

You don’t have
to get me anything.

- If you say so, dear.
- Still, such a shame.

Stolen right out of a display
at Feere’s.

- Well, Detectives
Murdoch and Watts

are looking into that.
- Oh.

Well, if they find it,

perhaps you can have it
go missing again, hm?

Must dash.

Oh, Constable, no, no, no.

You must spread
the tinsel evenly.

Hm?

Good to have you back
in the station house,

Chief Constable.

- Can’t have the inmates running
the asylum, can we?

Anyway, it’s only while
Inspector Choi is on leave.

So, any luck finding the tiara?

- No. And what’s curious
is that everyone claims

no one was alone with it.

- We’ve done a thorough search
of all of the back rooms

and lockers at Feere’s
Department Store

and not a trace.

- So, is it possible that
someone snuck in the back doors,

waited for their chance,
and then stole the tiara?

- Well, this time of year,
reindeer can fly.

I mean, anything is possible.

- In this world, only pigs fly.
So, any fingermarks on the case?

- None that shouldn’t be there.

- Mrs. Kelner more than likely
told anyone and everybody

that the tiara was moving
to Feere’s.

Maybe we ought
to widen the search.

- We do intend
to speak with her next.

- Is this related to the case?

- No. No.
And if you don’t mind...

It’s a gift
I’m making for Susannah.

It’s a music box.

- Tchaikovsky. Wonderful.

- If I can get it finished,

it just might make it to London
in time for Christmas.

- So, I presume Julia
and Susannah

are still across the pond?

- Well, yes, Julia’s work
is keeping her there

for the holidays.

And, uh, Harry has a school trip
to Quebec, so...

- Well, I’m sure you’ll see them
soon. With me, Detective.

- Mm.

- A little more to the left.

Good.

Uh, there’s another box of
decorations behind the stage.

- Oh, I’m not here to decorate.
I’m a singer.

I was hoping to perform
at your Christmas party.

- Oh. Well, I already
have a singer.

You can come back after
Christmas and you can audition.

- Oh, but I love
Christmas music.

Please give me a chance.

- I’m very busy, Mister...?
- Page. Steven Page.

- Good day, Mr. Page.

- But...

- Oi! What’re you doing?

- Uh, th-this is quite
something, sir.

Where did you get it?

- Ah! I made it myself.

Well, the missus baked it,
but I did all the fancy bits.

Miss Hart is having
a competition

at the Star Bright’s
Christmas do.

- It’s very impressive.

- Five dollars for the winner.
You should enter.

- I’ve never baked a thing
in my life.

But my mother makes
an excellent

gingerbread every Christmas.

- I know what you’re going
to ask me.

And the answer, Roberts,
is still the same.

- But she’ll be all alone.

- Go and see her two or three
days after Christmas,

first chance you get. Go on.

- Yes, sir.

- We all have to work Christmas.
It’s part of the job.

You wanted to be a copper.

- Mr. Knight is my manager.

He brought the tiara
from the safe

in my office to the store.

- Yeah, I-I-I blame myself.

I-I should have stayed
with the tiara the whole time.

I had a bad feeling that
something would happen to it.

- Mr. Feere claims to have been
with the tiara right up until

minutes before it was stolen.

- Yes, um, Mrs. Kelner,

you really should tell
the detectives what you told me.

- What’s that?

- When Mr. Feere told you
that he and Mr. Maturin

were with the tiara,
it wasn’t exactly the truth.

Mr. Maturin went by himself
with the tiara

to the back of the store.

- Why did Mr. Feere lie?

- To protect my reputation.

You see, Mr. Feere and I wanted
to share some moments alone.

- Hm. So, Mr. Maturin lied

either to keep his job,
or to keep an alibi.

- Hm.

- I got him one!
- At last!

- Mm.

- I hear you two were fighting
over a Rinkinkin. Where is it?

- This is all that is left.

- It was in my hands
and he took it.

- I had it first.
- You did not, scoundrel.

- Enough! Where did you
find one?

- The toy store on Queen Street.
- All right.

- But they are all gone.
This... was the last one.

- And he destroyed it.

- Well, we’ll see
if that’s true.

- Hey! Where are you going?

- Are you going to let us out?
We have to get to the symphony.

I’m sure you both do.

- Hey. What will they do
without a conductor?

- You should have thought
about that

before you took my Rinkinkin.

- Toronto amuses me.

Here there are men
who appreciate Pavlova.

- Oh, we all do.

I-I-I saw your performance
of The Dying Swan last week

and, I must tell you,
I was moved.

- I’m not surprised.
- It deeply moved me.

- And wait until everybody

sees your Snowflake ballet.

I’m sure it’ll be divine.
- Snowflakes?

- Uh, yes. Uh, you told me
about it last week.

It’s set to Tchaikovsky’s
Nutcracker Suite.

Oh. I’ve booked the hall.
The tickets are being printed.

But I’m resting, okay? No
dancing for the next two weeks.

- But you said you’d do
a charity performance.

It-it’s for Children’s Hospital.

- When did I say this?

Last week after
your performance. Ruth!

- Hm?
- Oh, we were with

the Ladies’ Auxiliary.
- Yeah.

- For charity?
- Yes.

- Pavlova must have drank
too many Kir Royales.

Oh. Must admit I’ve done
the same myself, once or twice.

But you must! Uh, it-it’s
for the Children’s Hospital.

They’ll close
if they don’t get enough--

- For children?

Why should children
get the money, hm?

I never received anything.

- It’s Christmas.

- Every Christmas I asked
Ded Moroz

for a doll with pink ribbons.

I never received.

- Oh, that’s terrible.

- It makes me strong.

Please, you leave now.

Oh, uh, my-my-my daughter
Jordan just wanted an autograph.

- Mm. Go!

- Yes. No, Ruth, Jordan!

- Yes. Thank you. Go.

- Well, really!

- Why is that lady sad?

- I don’t know, darling.

She has enough diamonds
to buy a small country.

- I think she’s sad
because Santa Claus

never visited her house.

- Hm.

Hm.

- Mr. Feere said it would be
better for everyone

if we both said
we were with the tiara.

- Mm. This doesn’t look good,
Mr. Maturin.

You had much more time alone
with the tiara than we knew.

Ample time to hide it
somewhere we couldn’t find it.

What would I do
with something like that?

- Sell it.

Where? To who?

I don’t know anything
about that tiara.

I didn’t even open the box.

- Did you spend any time at all
whatsoever

away from the box,
Mr. Maturin?

- I left the box on my desk
in the warehouse

while I went to the gents.
- Oh?

- Come to think of it,
I did see Mr. St. Clair

around the warehouse.
- Mr. St. Clair?

- Uh, Richmond St. Clair,
the decorator.

He told me last week
he was very excited

to see the... tiara.

- Of course I was excited.
Who wouldn’t be?

The large diamonds were given
to Josephine

by Alexander the First
when he and Napoleon

were friends. Obviously,
before Napoleon invaded Russia.

- Fascinating. Uh, perhaps,
as a history buff,

you wanted to keep it
for yourself?

- Me? Steal the tiara?

Never. And how would I do that?
I never even got to see it.

- So you say.

Search my home,
my motor wagon, my person.

I assure you, I don’t have it.

Hm. You were seen
at the Feere’s warehouse

during a time when the tiara
was left unattended.

I went into the warehouse
to fetch the last of the toys

that I was using for
the displays. I never in a--

Detective!
You need to see this.

- Have you found the tiara?

- Uh, not exactly. No.

I was hoping
for a quiet Christmas.

- And so was he, I’d imagine.

- Have you identified him?
- Not yet.

- Hm. How long’s he been dead?

- Well, sir, rigor mortis
has retreated

from the upper body,
but, as you can see,

it’s still present in the legs.

I’d say this man
was killed 36 hours ago.

- I believe he was stabbed
in the neck.

Have you located the weapon?

- No. Uh, wound suggests
a weapon that was smooth

and circular.

There’s no blood on the floor
of the wagon.

He must have been killed
elsewhere.

- Do you think there’s any
connection between this

tiara theft and this murder?

- That’s an awfully
big coincidence.

Uh, sir, I don’t believe
Mr. St. Clair is a murderer.

And why would he be driving
a corpse around

for a day and a half?

- Oh, someone could have
put the body there.

- Well...
- Gentlemen.

Mr. St. Clair.

Mr. St. Clair.

Did you know the dead man?

- No. I-I’ve never
seen him before.

- We need to know precisely

where this wagon has been
in the past 36 hours.

Oh, I can’t think straight.

Other than Feere’s,
I went to the florist

down on Sumach Street,

and the diner down by
the train station. That’s it.

- Roberts!

I’m off to Feere’s
to canvass...

Oh, boy.

- It was an accident.

- The Chief Constable is not
going to like this.

- Of course he won’t!
- What are we going to do?

We? Oh, I have enough
problems, Teddy. This one...

This one is yours.

- Henry!

Henry!

Uh...

- Oh! Well, it’s always nice
to give a little hope

to a family in need.

Merry Christmas.

- You know, no matter how many
baubles Dadah bought me,

the only thing I really ever
asked from Santa

was a pair of ballet slippers.

- You were a ballet dancer?

- Oh, yes, I’m passionate
about The Dance.

No, I dreamed
of being a prima ballerina.

- You? Really?
- Yes, but my instructor said

I had a very unique style.

- I don’t know what we’re going
to do now that

Anna Pavlova has
said she won’t dance.

- I know what you’re going
to ask me.

I simply couldn’t.

- Oh! No, I suppose not.

Uh, but, well,
maybe we can find--

I just, it’s been
years since I’ve danced.

- You know, little Ann Marie
is quite good.

I’m not even sure if
I remember any of the steps.

- It’s all right.
- I’m sure we can find a--

- It is for children’s charity.

- It’s all right, Ruth.

- I will need a costume.
And some rehearsal.

It’s fine. I’ll do it!

- Oh.

Huh.

- Roberts. Have you seen
my gingerbread house?

- Yes, sir.
- Then where the bloody

hell has it gone?
- Well, you see--

- Any one of this lot

has had as much as a nibble,

I will have their guts
for garters.

- I was headed in the direction
of the Star Bright earlier

and I thought I’d
take it there for you.

- Let me tell you something,
Roberts.

Now that is what I call
initiative.

And I like that.

Keep up the good work, son.
You’ll go far.

- Thank you, sir.

Henry.

I just lied
to the Chief Constable.

About what?

- The gingerbread house!
What should I do?

- Make another.

- How am I supposed to do that?

I don’t even have an oven.

- Ask someone you know who does.

Not me.

I think Ruth
keeps her shoes in ours.

We talked to all the staff
who were nearby

when Mr. St. Clair’s wagon
was outside Feere’s.

No one saw anyone
but Mr. St. Clair near it,

and no one saw a dead body.

- Right. Thank you, Henry.

- Sir, what is this?

- It’s a Nutcracker music box

I’m sending to Susannah.

I’ve made it myself.

- Hm. Hm.

What you need to send her
is a Rinkinkin.

- A what?
- Oh, it’s the toy

this Christmas, sir.
That’s what Ruth tells me.

- I’ll be sending her this.

- Isn’t pioneer times, sir.

Children these days,
they want the most popular toy

in the store,
not something handmade.

- Hm.

- What have you discovered,
Detective?

- Hm! Gristley turkey and thin,
lumpy gravy.

Still, it came with a helping
of excellent plum pudding.

- I mean about Mr. St. Clair.

- Right.

The florist noticed nothing
unusual about Mr. St. Clair,

or his wagon,
and no one here saw

anything suspicious, either.

- Still, this is the last place
that Mr. St. Clair was.

So how did a dead man
get into the back of his wagon?

- You know what I noticed.
- Mm.

- This diner is only
a block and a half

from the back of Kelner’s
toy factory.

- You think the murder
occurred there?

- There’s one way to find out.

- Right. Right.

Detective.

- Have you any news
on the whereabouts

of Mrs. Kelner’s tiara?

- No.

But we did find a dead man
in a wagon

belonging
to the Feere’s decorator.

- How gruesome.

Hm. The deceased was
approximately 55 years of age,

close-cropped hair,
centre part,

green eyes, and stood about
five foot, eight inches tall.

- That ring any bells?

- My god. That-that sounds like
Mr. Cantrell.

He was our night watchman.

He-he didn’t show up
for work last night.

- Did you check on him?

- Well, he doesn’t have
a telephone.

I figured he was out boozing.
He had a habit.

- Does he have a wife?
- He had one,

before the habit took hold.

- Can you think of anything
suspicious happening

the night before the tiara
was stolen?

Anything Mr. Cantrell
might have witnessed

that got him killed?

- No. No, nothing at all.

Uh, I am sorry, but I-I have
to get back to work.

Mrs. Kelner will have my head.

But, uh, please call us
the second you know anything

about the tiara.

Oh, and poor Mr. Cantrell,
of course.

- Of course.

Well, at least
the victim has a name.

- And we know Mr. Cantrell
was killed during a shift.

- Likely near here.
Then the killer hid

Mr. Cantrell’s body
in Mr. St. Clair’s wagon.

- Watts.

- Uh, looks like blood.

Think we’ll be lucky enough
to find a murder weapon

around here, complete with
the killer’s fingermarks?

- Well, there are broken pieces
of ice all around it.

The wound on Mr. Cantrell
was smooth and round, correct?

- Yes.

- Consider the shape
of those icicles.

The diameter and the shape
of the wound could be a match.

- Killed with an icicle.

So much for fingermarks.

- Merry Christmas!

- You’re in a good mood
this morning.

Went to see Miss Hart
at the Star Bright last night.

Kindly offered to help me
with my predicament.

- You mean the lie that you told
the Chief Constable?

Honesty is the best policy,
Teddy.

That’s what I always say.

- We’ve only been friends
for a short while, Henry,

but I don’t think
that’s what you always say.

Merry Christmas!

- My Christmas is going to be
miserable if I don’t find

one of those awful
Rinkinkin dolls.

- Psst!

Ah, pardon me, sir.

Did I hear you say
you’re looking

for one of those Rinkinkins?

- Yes.
- Today’s your lucky day.

I’ve got an extra. I’ll sell you
one for ten dollars.

- You’ve got a deal.
- Are you sure?

This might not be
on the up-and-up.

Relax, Teddy. This is just
one father helping out another.

Ah.

And where
is the choreographer?

The... costume designer,
dresser, the maestro?

This is for
the Children’s Hospital charity.

It’s not the Royal
Command Performance.

- And are we just supposed
to run around on stage?

- Well, no, no. I was thinking
that we could perform

the story of The Nutcracker,

like they do in Russia.
I have the music.

Huh?

All right.

This young lady
will play Marie.

Thomas, you’ll be Drosselmeier,
and Ruth...

- Mm.
- ...you will play

the Sugar Plum Fairy.

- Oh!

- Drosselmeier.
- What’s a Drosselmeier?

- Oh, he’s one of the dancers.

- Oh! Oh, I don’t know about
that, Margaret. I don’t know.

You know, I’ve trod
the boards before, obviously,

of course. But dancing?
Well, I don’t know.

- Oh, but you promised.

And you’d make a wonderful
Drosselmeier.

He’s all mysterious
and commanding.

Ah, well, suppose
that’s not much of a stretch.

And the little ones
will play the snowflakes.

Ruth, Ruth, Ruth! Stop that!

Snowflakes, please,
take your positions.

Right there. And stop!

- No, I-I-I was thinking, then,
for the Sugar Plum Fairy...

- Oh! Yes?
- ...we would do something...

something like, uh...

Thomas.

Thomas.

Thomas!

What we need is more
people on stage.

We need constables.

- They have jobs, Margaret.

- It’s for charity!
- And you’re the Chief Constable.

You can make them.

We’ll talk to them after
we finish the blocking.

That’s a theatrical term.

- I know what blocking is,
Margaret.

I can’t believe I have to
dance around in a mouse costume.

- I think it might be fun.

Maybe I’ll tell

Mrs. Brackenreid I’m coming down
with the flu.

- What happened to honesty
being the best policy?

- I found it!
- What are those kids up to?

It’s mine!

- Hey!
- All right, break it up.

- I found it!
- No, it’s mine!

- Enough!
- What are you two

fighting about?

- I found it first! It’s mine!

- You found what?

- Stolen tiara.

Uh, what are you doing
in the Detective’s office,

- candy cane?
- Oh, nothing.

- Oh, all right.
- Oh! Not so fast.

Did you get it?

- Get what?
- Henry Higgins-Newsome, really?

I ask you to do one thing--
- Ta-da!

- Oh, Hennie. Oh, you wonderful,
wonderful man. You got it!

Oh!

Maybe when we get home,

you can get some
sugar plums yourself.

Mm.

- Oh!

Oh!

No. No, no, no.
No. No, this won’t do.

There’s a mark on its foot.

No, uh, Henry,
you have to take this back.

- Dearest, it’s the last
one in Toronto.

- Hm.

- So, no sugar plums?

- Making yourselves at home?

- Oh, Detective, yes. I was just
admiring your musical doodads.

Sir. We found
the stolen tiara.

- Excellent work, Constable!

- Is that the...

Empress Josephine tiara?

Could I see it for a second,
pretty please?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

- What’s wrong?

Do you not know
the briolette diamonds?

The ones that
Alexander the First

famously gave to Josephine?

- I’ve heard of them.

- See? The diamonds are missing.

Oh, poor Josephine must be
rolling over in her grave.

- Oh.

It was found by some children

in a trash bin
at Renfrew and King.

- In a pile of refuse?

Will the indignities ever cease?

I’m surprised the thief
took only the large diamonds

and threw the tiara away.

- Well, only the large diamonds
were valuable.

The remaining jewels
are only chips.

- And have you found the thief?

- No, I’m afraid not.

- And Mr. Cantrell’s murderer
is still on the loose.

That-that is if you--

If you’re sure it wasn’t
that Mr. St. Clair.

- Who is Mr. Cantrell?

- He was the night watchman
at your factory.

- Oh, I must’ve told you.
He was murdered.

- You did?
- Mm.

- Well, how was he killed?

- Icicle.

- When?

- The night before the tiara
was stolen.

We believe the theft
and the murder are connected.

- Gentlemen,

this is upsetting Mrs. Kelner.

I-I really should
drive her home,

i-if that will be all?

- Yes, for now.

Thank you both.

- Why, thank you.

No matter how much icing we
put on this, it still looks...

- Worse than an old doghouse?

I’m sorry, Constable Roberts.

I thought this would be easy.

- I appreciate you trying
to help, Miss Hart.

Are you going to tell
the chief constable the truth?

- And lose my job?

- Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t
fire you over this.

Not at Christmas.

- Maybe not.
- But I won’t get another holiday

for the next five years.

- Sir, we’re closed.
- Do you remember me, ma’am?

Mr. Page? I came by earlier
to offer to sing

for your Christmas party.

- Indeed. And I told you
we already have a singer.

- Ah, but wait ’til you hear
my new Christmas song.

You’ll love it.

- Not now.

Please come back
after Christmas.

- What good is a Christmas
song after Christmas?

- Change the words!

Please, I am... very busy.

- All right. Thank you, ma’am.

- Do you think he’s any good?

Certainly is persistent.

- I know I shouldn’t
ask this, but...

do you happen to know
what Santa’s getting me

for Christmas?

- You said you didn’t
want anything.

Well, yes,
but that was clearly a jape.

Of course I want a present
for Christmas.

Who doesn’t want
presents at Christmas?

Oh, now, darling, are you sure
about this?

You know, your uncle
Rupie gave you that.

- Well, I don’t like him.

That’s fair. No one
really does. Run along.

- Mr. Maturin.
- Ah!

- Mr. Maturin, I--
- If you’re here on behalf

of the detectives,
I’ve told them everything

I know about the theft.
- Oh, no, no.

I’m not here for that.
I need to buy a Rinkinkin.

The one I already have
is defective.

Well, I can’t help you there.
We are completely sold out.

- Uh, sir, are you sure?

- Positive.
- They flew off the shelves.

- Perhaps there is one
left in the back room.

Our shipment
was already short.

- How do you mean?

- Someone had broken into
the crate already.

I asked the Kelner
delivery man about it,

but he told me
to stop asking questions.

- Is that so?
- He said if I asked anyone else

about it, he’d kill me.

Ho, ho, ho, Mr. Knight.

Oh, yes. Mrs. Kelner
thought it would be festive

if all of her employees
dressed up as elves.

- Uh, we’ve learned that some
boxes in a shipment

from this factory
to Feere’s Department Store

have gone missing.

Oh, occasionally, theft
of merchandise does occur,

but what... what does that
have to do with the diamonds,

or Mr. Cantrell’s murder?

Mr. Cantrell might have
witnessed an employee stealing

and that employee
then silenced him.

- Oh.

- We’d like to speak with your
delivery man, Mr. Knight.

- Oh, of course.
- Oh, uh, here he is now.

Uh, Mr. Abbott!

These detectives
would like a word.

- Mr. Abbott--

- Toronto Constabulary! Stop!

- Stop!

You’re coming down
to the station house

with us, Mr. Abbott.

- Merry Christmas.

- Mr. Abbott, the night watchman

at the Kelner Toy Factory

witnessed a theft

and the perpetrator
of that theft

wanted to silence him.
Was that you?

- I didn’t do anything.

- Then why did you run?

I may have stolen a few
of those ugly Rinkinkin dolls

to sell on the street,
but I didn’t kill anyone.

- When the stock clerk
at Feere’s noticed

some missing toys,
you told him if he said anything

- you’d kill him.
- Yes! That’s just talk!

I wouldn’t hurt anyone
over a few lousy toys.

- Are you certain?

Because in my experience,
losing one’s job

could be motive for murder.

- Ah, I was going
to quit, anyway.

Mrs. Kelner doesn’t even
give out a Christmas bonus.

- Do you know anything

about the theft of
the Empress Josephine tiara?

- The what?

- Oh! Sir, sir,

about that music box
you made for Susannah.

The one you said
I shouldn’t send to her?

- Yes, that one.
- Do you think you could possibly

make another for Ruth?

Oh, I-I don’t
think I would have--

- Please, sir.
- You would be doing me

a very, very large favour.

- Oi! It’s you!

- Henry, do you know this man?

- I bought a Rinkinkin from him.
You sold me a defective doll.

- Uh, Detective Murdoch,

ah, just the man.

The-the Kelner Toy Company
would like to thank you

for apprehending this...

thief.

Oh, Mr. Abbott.

- Let me guess. I’m fired.

- Excuse me, sir.

Are you from the Kelner
Toy Factory?

- Yes. Yes, I am.

- Do you happen to have
any Rinkinkins left?

The one that I got for my little
girl has a mark on its foot.

- Oh. Well, I-I -- No.
We’re sold out.

Blast. Anyway,
I must be on my way.

I’m the Mouse King.

In The Nutcracker performance.

And thank you again, sir,
for the music box.

You’re saving my Christmas.

- I-I didn’t--

- Detective, uh, do you suspect

Mr. Abbott of Mr. Cantrell’s
murder?

- Well, he’s only under arrest
for theft at the moment.

I don’t believe
he’s guilty of murder.

And he claims he didn’t know
Mr. Cantrell.

- Oh, I see. Well, I-I...

Detective do... do you have
to know a man to kill him?

I-I didn’t-- I didn’t know.
Well, um, good day, sir.

Everyone, let’s
get ready for the rehearsal!

- Now, Jordan,

I know I should wait
until Christmas morning,

but Santa brought this early,

just for you.

It’s a Rinkinkin!
Don’t you just love it?

Uh... Oh, no, no, darling.
You’re supposed to--

No, you’re supposed
to play with the Rinkinkin.

Right. Uh, well,
Mummy has to practise, so...

Just watch Mummy.

- Ooh.

- Well, I think you look fine.

- Margaret, I’m not sure
about this costume.

Do I look all right?

Uh, you make a very
handsome Drosselmeier.

- Should I bring the cape home?
- Yes.

- And the patch?
- No.

Oh.

- Oh!

Ah, I think Ruth might have
overstated her abilities

just a little bit.

- She’s terrible.

- Miss Pavlova, you’re here!

- Well, I think to myself,
Pavlova,

children deserve the best.

They’re generous, loving,

and the future of the dance.

And it’s Christmas.

- What made you change
your mind?

- Well, I received a gift
from a sweet little girl.

So, now, I give gift. Myself.

- Oh! Anna Pavlova!

- Herself. And tonight,

I will be Sugar Plum Fairy.

You are not needed. Now go.

- Oh. You can go backstage
with me.

There’s so much to do.
There’s so much...

I’m so excited!
Every ticket has been sold!

- It’s Pavlova.
- Can you believe it?

- Isn’t it wonderful?

Now you can watch from the wings
with Jordan.

Oh, no, no, no.

- Don’t go anywhere, darling.
Mummy will be right back.

- Get off the stage!

- No, Pavlova.
- There’s room for both of us.

I’ve spoken
to Mr. Abbott’s wife.

He was, indeed,
at home all night.

- So, we’re no closer to finding
the diamonds, or the killer.

- Or even knowing if there are
two criminals, or one.

- Right.

Then I suppose we need
to thoroughly search

all of the employees at Feere’s
and canvass the greater area.

- We could do that tomorrow.

The dance performance
is well underway.

- I’m not sure I find ballets
that interesting.

- Mm, mm.

Might be interesting to see
Henry prance around

as the Mouse King.

I know, I know. I’m so sorry.

- What’s the matter with Jordan?

When I was onstage,
someone came and stole

her Rinkinkin doll.
Can you believe that?

Who would do
something like that?

Mr. Cantrell
might have witnessed

an employee stealing and that
employee then silenced him.

- Oh.

- I don’t know anything
about that tiara.

I didn’t even look in the box.

- Do you happen to have
any Rinkinkins left?

The one I got my little girl
has a mark on its foot.

- Detective...

Do you have to know
a man to kill him?

- The diamond tiara never
made it to Feere’s

Department store.
The diamonds were taken out

of the tiara while it was still

at Kelner’s toy factory
the night before.

That must have been
what Mr. Cantrell saw.

And why he was killed.
- Oh!

- The diamonds were then placed

inside of a marked
Rinkinkin doll.

- The one Henry bought
for Jordan.

- I know of one man who knew
where that doll would be.

Mr. Knight!

- Get the kids out of the hall.

- Stop!

- All right, detectives.

I took, I took a doll.

That’s hardly
a hangable offence.

- I disagree.
- You are under arrest

for theft and for the murder
of Mr. Cantrell.

- That’s ridiculous!
You have no evidence.

- No? Allow me.

You stole the diamonds
and hid them in the doll.

- Well, I had to take something
from Mrs. Kelner.

I do everything for her
and that factory.

She didn’t even give me
a Christmas bonus.

- And what about Mr. Cantrell?

- Well, he-he-he refused
to look the other way.

He was going to tell
Mrs. Kelner.

I had to stop him.

- You’re coming with us,
Mr. Knight.

- Well, I-- But--

- Would you please keep it down?

There is a performance
in progress!

- Excellent technique,
Mrs. Higgins-Newsome.

Well, you might as well

get him up.

Up, up, up!

Thank you. And we bow

to the end of act one,

and we prepare for act two,

act two, act two, act two.

- About your gingerbread house.

Do you like it? I think
it’s better than my first one.

- You-you made another one?
How did you know?

- What, that you broke it?

You’re not a very good liar,
Roberts.

But that’s probably
a good thing.

- I wish you’d told me.

I tried to make another one.
It was terrible.

- I know you did.

That was your form
of punishment.

- I... I’m sorry
for lying to you.

It will never happen again.

- Thank you, Roberts.

Oh, and by the way,
some good news.

Detective Watts has requested
to work over Christmas,

meaning you can go
back home to Chatham.

- Thank you!

Thank you, sir!
I-I hope you win.

- Go! Go! Have some fun.

- Yes, yes! Merry Christmas.

- Anything wrong, Violet?

That was the singer
that I had booked for tonight.

She can’t make it.

It’s been one week
since I started singing lessons,

but I suppose I could perform
something Christmasy.

- Mr. Page.

Tonight might be
your lucky night.

- I get to perform?

- Just don’t let me down.

- So, Ruthie, you liked
the music box, then?

- Oh, I love it.

I can’t believe you had it made
just for me in Russia.

And it is so much nicer than
the one Detective Murdoch made.

- Did you like my dancing?

It was wonderful,
both on and off the stage.

- Care to dance, Detective?

- Oh, I-I--

- Oh, don’t worry, I’ll lead.

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ I don’t want to
get anywhere close to it ♪

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ It just makes me
want to scream ♪

♪ Let me ask you ♪

- Merry Christmas, William.

- Merry Christmas, Thomas.

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ Is like living
inside a bad dream ♪

♪ Forgive my being graphic ♪

♪ But the noise
the crowds, the traffic ♪

♪ Turn me almost psychopathic ♪

♪ When I’m there ♪

♪ The pious platitudes ♪

♪ The smug, superior attitude ♪

♪ And the utter lack
of gratitude ♪

♪ In the air ♪

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ I don’t want to
get anywhere close to it ♪

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ It just makes me
want to scream ♪

♪ But as I wander ’round ♪

♪ The mem’ries flow ♪

♪ Of friends and family ♪

♪ And the places
that we used to go ♪

♪ The snow comes falling down ♪

♪ And a choir begins to sing ♪

♪ And I’ve forgiven everything ♪

♪ It’s Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ Do you want to
come over some evening ♪

♪ Christmas in Toronto ♪

♪ Is the way it’s meant to be ♪

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