All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries s19e16 The Panic in High Park

Excuse me.

Can't you two are busy waiting?

I am a morality officer, and you are
breaking the law.

High Park closed to all at nightfall.

Carousing in the park after sundown.

Improper conduct in public in the length
of that skirt.

Well, for Pete's sake.

Who's there?

Help!

Someone, please!

Miss Persia, are you all right?

Does it look like I'm all right?

No, not really.

What on earth has happened?

I was attacked.

By who?

Not by whom. By what?

What? I wasn't attacked by a man. I was
attacked by a beast.

It started to begin.

This happened while you were on patrol?

It was the end of my shift. I was...

I was on the street outside High Park
when I felt the presence behind me.

I turned and saw... It was enormous.

I was wild and drooling like I was at
dinner. I ran, but the beast pushed me

down. How did you manage to escape?

I hit and kicked with all my might.

I think you met the rabbit coyote Miss
Cherry has been writing about.

Rabbit?

Does that mean... Do I have rabies?

That is highly unlikely.

Unless, of course, you were bitten.

I don't think I was.

Well, you're not afraid of water, so
that's a good sign.

Why would I be afraid of water?

Hydrophobia is a symptom of the disease.

More specifically, the fear of the pain
of swallowing.

That does hurt.

You were likely screaming a great deal
during the attack.

Besides, it's much too soon for
hydrophobia to set in. It's a symptom

occurs much later in the disease.

But I will take you to the hospital just
to be certain.

Perhaps they can take a look at that
scratch on your cheek as well.

So, I could still have rabies?

Miss Berger wasn't bitten, but the
doctor vaccinated her just to be safe.

Well, that's a relief.

But since when did coyotes start
attacking people?

I've been warning about the
inevitability of it for weeks.

Dog bites man.

That's right up your alley.

According to Constable Roberts, Miss
Cherry here has been covering the rabid

coyote situation for the sentinels.

And still it took one of your own being
affected for you to care.

A nuisance animal is not the
constability's responsibility.

Nor is it the responsibility of any city
agency, apparently.

But people are terrified of the beast.

I thought it had just been stalking
small dogs.

Stalking is just the beginning.

I've had numerous reports of it
attacking dogs.

A woman's terrier was killed the other
day.

I see.

Thank you, Miss Cherry.

Can I tell my readers that the
constabulary is on the case? No, you

if you don't mind, good day, Miss
Cherry.

So what's the problem? I don't know.

I thought I would start by calling the
Humane Society.

The do -gooders worrying about coats and
drinking counties for horses will be no

use. Get yourself down to Hyde Park.
Talk to anyone but Miss Cherry. See what

you can find out.

Here I am, Mrs. Newsome.

I think you and your husband will be
very happy in your new home.

Oh, he's not...

Someone, quickly now, open the door.
There you are.

Apartment 402, just up the stairs.

402.

No one told me there'd be stairs.

Serums, towels, drafts, and devices.

Crosby's Curative Creations has it all,
and always for a steal.

And special today, coyote repellent made
fresh this morning.

Guaranteed to protect one and all from
the beast of Hyde Park.

What exactly is this coyote repellent
comprised of? Well, it's a proprietary

recipe, I'm afraid, but are you sure you
will not be disappointed, sir?

Uh, it's, uh, wolf urine.

I beg your pardon?

Unappealing though it may be, Apex
Predator's scent is the only thing

to repel a coyote.

Huh. Seems like sound science.

Not all traveling medicine shows are
filling snake oil.

You feel depressed about the divorce?

I am not depressed about anything.

Why else would you want to live near the
park at a time like this? A time like

what? Do you read my papers?

I do. I often do.

I've just been very busy with the move.

Well, you might want to get caught up.

Learn something about protecting
yourself against the beast.

The what?

Here's a copy of the Sentinel.

It'll tell you everything you need to
know.

You ask me, most trouble between humans
and animals is on the biped, not the

quadruped.

You blame humans for the actions of a
rabid coyote?

Well, rabid or not, coyotes and other
creatures are being forced into contact

with mankind.

How do you figure, Mr. Stanton?

Well, this building boom is how.

More homes for humans means fewer homes
for animals.

City's creeping in.

Slow but sure.

You seen the pool they're building out
at the north end?

Biggest in Canada, they say.

Now, if you ask me, animals... Was that
a gunshot? Sounds like we both know no

animals out here shooting a gun.

You could have killed me. I thought I
was saving your life.

Toronto Constabulary, what is going on
here? This maniac shot at me. I shot at

the coyote that's been terrorizing
people.

That was my employer's German shepherd.
The gunfire scared him off.

Were either you or the dog injured?

This boar missed by a mile.

But I don't find Klaus.

He may as well shoot me.

Stick around, I'll be happy to oblige.

Sir, is that a threat?

Call it what you want.

I'm not leaving this park until I take
the beast down.

Suit yourself. You're coming with me.

Thank you.

Klaus?

It's only a matter of time before
someone is killed either by the beast or

some idiot who's trying to kill himself.

This has to end.

All right, sir. The chief constable and
myself have formulated a plan.

We've divided the park into 16 equal
segments.

Two men per segment.

The first step is to clear...

Everyone out of the park.

Let's leave no stone unturned, lads.
Search every path, look under every

search up every tree. We're certain that
everyone is out.

We re -enter the park at dusk.

Two men for segments.

We find and eliminate the coyote.

Any questions?

Well, in that case, what are you waiting
for? Let's get cracking. Chop, chop.

Thank you, folks.

What's going on here?

That's a police matter.

Has the beast finally claimed a human
life?

Thankfully, no, and we aim to ensure it
never does.

I hope you're not going to kill it.

If it's the only way to restore public
safety.

Shane, that thing's been good for
business.

I beg your pardon? My competitors are
just afraid to invest in land near the

park right now.

Oh, you're a developer.

Bartholomew Prescott.

Prescott Properties.

And the owner of two prime lots on
Parkside Avenue.

Got them for a steal.

Perhaps you should try to not be so
glib, Mr.

Prescott. This is a serious situation.

The Beast has attacked one of my
colleagues. And that is awful.

But I won't apologize for building more
apartments before City Hall passes its

terrible bylaw prohibiting them. Good
day, Detective.

Evacuation is complete. Ready on your
words.

All right.

There. In the clearing.

I guess we know what happened to Klaus.

So?

It's not important.

You have a shot?

I can, if I just... It's not well.

No. Excess salivation, poor
coordination.

I think we've found our rabid coyote.

It's for the best.

I just saw this morning's sentinel.

Is it true? Did you kill the beast?

Poor thing wasn't very beastly, but yes,
I did.

Thank you, Constable Roberts.

And thank you, Detective Murdoch, for
making the park safe again.

Well, I'm afraid we may not have done so
just yet, Miss Berger.

Constable Roberts, with me, please.

Yes, sir.

So much for reading the City of the
Beast.

Ah, Mrs. Crabtree. Mrs.

Newsome. How are you settling into the
new apartment?

Better this morning.

Louise had me worried yesterday with all
that talk of the Beast of High Park.

You live near the park?

Just across the street.

I'll have a housewarming once I've
unpacked.

You might want to hold off on that.

Louise. What are you doing here?

I'm here to get a comment from the chief
constable about the woman mauled to

death in the park.

I thought the rabid coyote had been
killed.

It has been.

So it was another coyote that killed
this woman.

I'm not saying that.

Then what are you saying? I'm not saying
anything other than I don't want you

telling your readers about this.

Why would I do that? The public deserves
to know.

You could be inciting a panic for no
good reason. For all we know, the poor

woman was killed by the coyote that
Robert shot.

You'll give me an exclusive when you're
ready to share the news.

Louise, that's blackmail.

Nonsense. It's tit for tat and the world
runs on it.

So?

If you were to whisper anything about
this before my say -so... Consider my

sealed and my pen capped. Oh, Miss
Cherry, I dream about that regularly.

Perfect timing. Miss Hart was about to
deliver her report.

I hope it's good news.

Depends on your perspective.

The victim wasn't killed by a coyote or
any other animal.

What about the torn flesh and scratches?

Might have been made by a coyote, but it
wasn't inflicted until after she was

dead. How do you know that was them?

They didn't bruise or bleed.

If a coyote isn't responsible for this
young woman's death, then what is?

Her carotid artery was slashed.

And very cleanly so.

The desolation was made by a knife.

So then it was murder.

I have no doubt about it. She was killed
sometime late last night.

Right. Thank you, Miss Hart.

I thought the park had been evacuated.

I let the constables go after the rabid
coyote was found.

So sometime after, the young woman went
back into the park and met a killer.

Unfortunately, yes.

Have you identified her?

No. Henry's gone around visiting local
dentists in the hopes of doing so now.

So she's so far gone to necessitate
using dental records?

No, sir, but she did wear a retainer. A
what?

A dental apparatus for aligning teeth.

If we can find the dentist who made it,
then it will be that much easier to

identify her.

What about the bites?

What about them?

Well, the time of death means that they
weren't inflicted by a rabid coyote.

Perhaps there are other coyotes in the
park?

Well, even though the rabid coyote was
killed, the public are still primed to

terrified of them thanks to Miss Bloody
Cherry.

You're worried the remaining creatures
will be targeted?

I know they will.

And the last thing we need is an idiot
running around the park shooting off a

rifle. Right.

What do you suggest?

Well, that the rest of the coyotes are
put down.

Officially.

I won't do it.

I won't take a life, any life,
unnecessarily.

It's a matter of public safety.

I disagree.

The remaining coyotes in the park have
done nothing to indicate they're a

danger. That's not the point.

Sir, there may be another way.

Give me one good reason why I should
have fired you on the spot for

He's the best marksman we have at this
station house, for a start.

And he's the only constable that I would
trust with this at the moment.

What is it?

It's a non -lethal sedation device that
I've been working on.

Now, you're missing the point, Murdoch.

Lethal is the point. It doesn't have to
be.

This fire's darts that are loaded with a
powerful tranquilizer that will render

the targets unconscious.

But not dead?

Not dead, exactly.

If this works, as I intend, we can
sedate the remaining coyotes so that

be moved out, at least until all the
panic dies down.

Let me have a look at this.

Oh, terrible. I know how to have no
weapons.

Sir, it's... Ah!

Henry Law.

Uh -oh.

Well, I don't... I don't feel good.

That's got a bloody head. Figure that
out.

Higgins.

Higgins? Wake up.

I'm afraid it's not that simple, sir.

How long does this sedation thing last?
Well, it depends on the target.

Body weight?

In this case, I would estimate three to
four hours.

Bloody hell. Three to four hours?

Let's get him in church office.

Put him on the sofa.

Very good idea. Have one of the
constables help you. Where are you

To identify our victim.

Roberts!

Everything all right, Miss Berger?

I've been cleared to work.

So you don't have rabies?

Not yet.

What do you mean?

What if I'm attacked again?

You've read this morning's Sentinel.

You don't have to worry about rabid
coyotes anymore.

Who knows how many more of those beasts
are in there.

Have you seen any before the other
night?

No, but... Right, because coyotes like
to keep their distance. As long as

true, you have nothing to be afraid of.

If that's true, then why are you still
carrying around a gun?

Actually, it's a non -lethal sedation
device.

That's a mouthful. But still, it's a
weapon.

Would you feel better if we patrolled
together?

I would.

Thank you, Constable Roberts.

Of course.

She didn't even need the thing.

Her teeth were perfect.

But you know how a young woman can be.

How long had Adriana Fodor been your
patient, Dr. Laboda?

She wasn't simply my patient.

She was my protege in the dental art.

And you worked together?

The last three years, yes.

Can't believe that she's gone and killed
by a damn coyote.

Was it unusual for Mephidor to be in the
park?

No. Not at all.

The poor girl would have to get closer
to the place.

She took walks there.

Most every day.

Even though she knew there was a rabid
coyote about?

Well, she said that her friend, Willie,
told her there's no need to be

concerned. Willie.

You mean Mr. Stanton, the groundskeeper?

Couldn't say.

I never met the man, thank goodness.

Why do you say that?

Because if I had, I would have choice
words for him.

Now, that's any moment.

Excuse me, detective.

What are you doing?

I guess the same thing, walking to a
stranger's home.

This isn't your home, it's mine.

I'm afraid you're mistaken. I've already
paid deposit and first month's rent on

this unit.

As did I. I have a receipt to prove it.

As do I.

Well, we can't very well both live here.

Indeed so.

Which is why I put your things out in
the hall.

We're so lucky to have a forest in the
middle of the city.

I'd have said the same thing two days
ago.

Hyde Park used to be a kind of sanctuary
for me.

It will be again.

I don't think it will be.

That's my own fault.

How so?

I promise you won't tell Detective
Murdoch or anyone else.

I promise.

I wasn't attacked near the park.

I was attacked in the park.

All right.

Don't you see? I was breaking the law.

The park is off limits after dark, but
it had been such a long day, and I

couldn't resist.

That doesn't make what happened your
fault.

Of course it does.

If I had just followed the rules, none
of this would have happened.

What is it?

Do you hear something?

Cardinal.

What was that you were saying about a
sanctuary?

What are you two up to?

Patrolling. Same as usual.

You don't have to lie to me, Constable.
I know about the dead woman.

Is that right?

Yes. So you might as well tell me what
exactly is going on here.

And why you have that gun.

Actually, it's a non -lethal sedation
device.

That doesn't answer my question.

Miss Cherry, I don't know what to tell
you. All we're doing is...

Aren't you going to ask me about my
attack, Miss Cherry?

Well, I have been curious.

It was simply awful.

Let me tell you, Miss Cherry, the way
that I feared for my life was unlike

anything I've ever experienced.

Do you think it could be the murder
weapon?

Certainly sharp enough to have killed
Miss Fodor.

And you say it was just laying in the
grass.

Yes, on the ground, not too far from the
groundkeeper's cabin.

Mr. Stanton?

Sir?

He's the groundkeeper.

And apparently Miss Fedora was quite
friendly with him.

Come to think of it, he was whittling
with a knife about this size when I

with him the other day.

So he's likely the killer.

That's one way to find out.

Sorry, Mrs. Newsome.

Miss Newsome.

Yes, of course.

It's my brains.

Hard to keep it in there sometimes.

Now, how is it that two tenants came to
rent the same apartment?

What? No.

That's not what's happening.

No,

no, no, no. It's my mistake.

Yes.

Here you are.

Newsome.

Apartment 204.

I gave you the wrong key yesterday.

Well, that's quite a big mistake.

Yes, I have a form of the numbers
blindness.

I swap things in my mind sometimes.

Here is the correct key.

You can, of course, move in immediately.

Grotto Constabulary.

You're in here, Mr.

Stanton. Show yourself.

The bites and scratches were made post
-mortem. Cause of death was a severed

carotid artery, just like the first
victim.

Time of death?

Given the rigor and body temperature,
I'd say right around the same time

Misfodor was killed.

Yes, Misfodor's body was discovered just
a few hundred meters from here.

You think the groundskeeper killed her
and then himself?

I don't believe so, no.

So who did, and how did they get their
hands on Mr. Stanton's knife?

Both excellent questions.

But I'm more interested in this.

Do my eyes deceive me, Miss Hardor?

Is this shape of bite mark unusual for a
coyote?

It's more than unusual, Detective.

It's impossible.

Unless... Unless it was made by a human.

I don't know why I keep... expecting
Miss Sherry to keep her word.

Have a look at that.

Yes. At least she hasn't learned the
identities of the victims.

Or that there's a murderer on the loose.

Is a murderous coyote any better?

Well, sir, it does provide us cover to
investigate without alerting the killer.

Well, what good is that if we have no
idea who the killer is?

I believe I have made some headway in
that direction. Or at least I've found a

way to find the killer.

What do a set of dentures have to do
with all this?

Miss Hart has confirmed that the bite
marks on Miss Fodor's body were indeed

human, but the teeth marks themselves
were not human.

Go on.

These belonged to our second victim,
Willie Stanton. They are made of filed

-down coyote teeth.

So you think the killer used these to
make it look like a coyote killed a poor

sod? Not quite. I believe he had a
similar set made, but then did not file

Coyote Teeth.

So actually, yes.

Didn't you say that the first picture
might have connected you to a dentist?

I certainly did.

You make dentures, do you not, Dr.
Laboda?

I do. Why?

Did you make this set?

Certainly not.

How can you be sure?

For starters, the craftsmanship is very
amateurish. And I wouldn't even know

what to source animal teeth.

Do you use alternate materials?

Porcelain. Like most professions.

Doctor,

please tell me more about your
relationship with Adriana Fodor.

She was a fine student.

And a knight.

Girl.

Did you have feelings for her?

Why are you asking me about this?

Humor me.

Had I hoped that one day we might?

Yes.

But she made it perfectly clear that she
was only interested in me. And how did

that make you feel?

Detective, I've had quite enough.

You tell me what is going on.

Adriana Fodor was murdered, as was
Willie Stanton, the groundskeeper.

What about the coyote?

Their deaths were made to look like
animal attacks, using a set of dentures

unlike these.

No, no, you don't think that...
Detective, it wasn't me!

I did not kill Adriana, nor anyone else
for that matter.

No?

No!

But if someone did, my money would be on
Bartholomew Prescott, the developer.

Yeah, they were an item.

Don't ask me why. I mean, he treated her
awfully.

When did you last see the two of them
together?

He picked her up from work the day that
she died.

Miss Berger.

Constable Robert.

I was hoping to run into you. I wanted
to thank you for your help distracting

the ferry.

I could tell you didn't want her to see
whatever you'd found.

I hope it's helped with the case.

Uh, yes, and all but detectives went up
to the bottom of the thing.

Now we're all together again.

I've been reassigned to the war.

You don't seem happy about that.

Oh, no, it's fine.

I'm grateful for the job.

I didn't say you weren't.

It's just, the ward can be so
overwhelming.

The city, really.

Being assigned to the park was a nice
respite for me.

Even with the coyotes?

Having a friend with a non -lethal
sedation device helps.

If the city is so overwhelming, why
become a morality officer?

To help make it less so for others.

Yeah, I met Adrienne after work Tuesday.

What of it?

You may well be the last person to have
seen her alive.

Who do you... Janet dead?

The woman killed by that coyote with
her?

I've been telling her to stay away from
the park for weeks.

Until what time were you with Miss
Fedora on Tuesday?

Long enough for her to tell me she
didn't want to see me anymore.

No?

He ended things.

She said she had to focus on her
studies.

Obviously she didn't feel she needed to
give up her precious walks with that

wild man Stanton.

And where did you go after the two of
you parted ways?

I went back to my office to review
designs for my next building.

Can anyone corroborate that?

No.

Why are you asking?

Mr. Prescott, you told me that...

This rabid coyote had been good for
business.

Very.

And just how far would you be willing to
go to keep business booming?

I don't know how far I need it, I
suppose.

What's going on here? You're under
arrest on suspicion of the murders of

Fodor and Willie Stanton.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, we're just finishing up. Another
five minutes.

Oh, no, I'm not ticketing you.

Then what do you want?

Some help, actually. There are some
crates very important to the

that need moving.

I ain't doing any free work today,
copper. I already done double than what

expect. You and me both.

My friend, I mean the constabulary.

We're giving the key to the wrong
apartment.

Well, that's nothing.

Our client just found out his apartment
had been rented by someone else.

Now we've got to cart everything down
three floors and back out again.

Three floors is a lot. I only have to go
up and down one flight.

Well, have a good day.

Constable Roberts, how goes the
morning's patrol?

Uneventful. I haven't caught a glimpse
of the coyote.

And your interview with Loboda?

Proofful. I've arrested Adriana Fedor's
former beau.

Bartholomew Prescott on suspicion of
murder.

So the case is closed?

Not quite. Although Mr. Prescott does
have strong motive, I don't think he

stoop to wearing coyote teeth and
wandering around... Did you say coyote

And murder?

Have you been following me?

A journalist does what she has to do to
get the scoop.

And this is the scoop of the year.

No, the decade.

Miss Cherry, if you print a word of
this, I will have you arrested.

If you do that, then I'll never tell you
what I know about Adriana Fedor's final

movements. You saw her on the day she
died, and you didn't disclose that?

Well, I didn't know the relevance.

But now that I know she's been
murdered... Tell us what you know.

Or what you'll throw me in jail.

Fine. She was with Parker Crosby.

That man selling coyote repellent off
that park?

Yeah. And it seems rather heated if you
ask me.

Detective, nice to see you again. How
can I help you?

You can start by telling me what you and
Adriana Fodor argued about two nights

ago.

I wouldn't call it an argument. It was
more of a discussion.

Tell me, do your curative creations
extend to dentistry, Mr. Crosby?

Well, sometimes.

Why do you ask?

Let's have a look inside this wagon.

Oh, I don't think that's necessary,
Detective. I'd be more than happy to

any questions you have.

Keys, please.

You see, the thing is, Detective, I,
uh... Oh,

a kale ball. I'm sure you have a salve
that can take care of any bruising.

Apple juice?

Is this why you wouldn't let me into the
back of the wagon?

I thought you were going to arrest me
for selling a false product.

I swear I was only swapping it out until
I met Bass of Wolf here and arrived

next week.

Do you make dentures or not?

Not. But I need a set.

That's what Miss Fodor and I were
talking about the other day.

You're a patient of Dr. Lobotus?

I couldn't afford the sort he made.

But Miss Fodor found me here after my
appointment and said she'd help.

Help how?

Said she'd been learning how to make
them herself.

She made a set for a friend using coyote
teeth and offered to do the same for

me.

Where is that set now?

I have no idea.

That's why I was upset I was supposed to
go to her apartment for my final

fitting last Tuesday night. Didn't she
cancel last minute?

What happened?

All she said was there was trouble at
her new apartment.

I'll be needing that address.

Miss Newsome?

Hello.

Are you here to help Henry?

Help Henry?

Oh, sir.

I could very much use your help.

I was told that this apartment belonged
to Adriana Fodor, the young lady that

was killed in High Park.

I think you're mistaken.

There's a lot of that going around, sir.
You got lucky only having to move

floors.

Well, is this not the apartment that you
initially rented?

No. There was a mix -up of keys.

At least you got to say in the building.
Some poor sap lost out on his apartment

entirely.

Yes.

Terrible. It is.

And it could explain the situation that
Ms. Fodor was in.

I'd like to speak with the
superintendent.

I'll join you.

Yeah.

We'll just, uh, get more crates.

Hello?

Well, shall we wait?

And while we do...

Adriana Fodor.

These must be her things.

I don't see the dentures that she was
working on for Mr. Crosby.

I am several steps behind here. Would
you please...

Been yet to see you?

Oh.

Can I help you?

Detective William Murdoch, Toronto
Constabulary.

I'm investigating the death of Adriana
Fodor.

Yeah. I believe these are her things?

They are.

I, um, I've begun cleaning out her
apartment.

Poor thing.

Mauled to death by coyotes.

What apartment did she reside in?

Uh...

204. But that's my apartment.

I gave you the room with the view.

Your deposit was for a unit facing away
from the park.

But you said yesterday, Mr. Pascoe, that
you had always intended for me to be in

204.

Did I?

I'm so terribly sorry.

My mind is so scrambled these days.

Because you're running some sort of
rental scam, aren't you?

I, uh... Yes, I... I may have taken more
deposits than there were apartments.

And you killed Adriana Fodor when she
found out as much.

What? No, no!

I never had any trouble with Miss Fodor.

Mr. Pascoe, you gave me the keys to her
apartment before the news of the deaths

in High Park was broken.

The names of the victims have never been
published.

You... No, you must be mistaken.

How could I have known?

Unless... Unless... You're a murderer.

Henry! Why didn't you stop him? There's
no closure. I can't see over the crates.

Put those down. Let's go.

Mr. Pascoe, stop!

Henry, follow him in. I'll cut around
and see if I can stop him at the other

of the park.

Mr. Pascoe?

Blight rock.

Mr.

Pascoe?

It's the only fair I got a chance to try
it, sir, after being shot with it.

Henry.

I heard your dart gun proved to be
useful.

It did indeed.

And the superintendent admitted to it
all, didn't he? When he regained

consciousness, yeah.

I can see why he killed Miss Fordow, but
why the groundskeeper?

Necessity. She fled to his cabin after
confronting Mr.

Pascoe. And the horrible dentists?

An afterthought. They just happened to
be among Miss Vodor's things.

Lucky for him that she had yet to file
down the coyote teeth.

Or unlucky for her.

Well, that's another case closed, me old
mucker.

You deserve a night off.

Are you going to Miss Houston's
housewarming party?

I am.

How did she convince Mr. Prescott to let
her stay in the building if Mr.

Pascoe stole her deposit?

I had a word with a friend down at city
council about that bylaw that Prescott's

worried about.

Expect more apartment blocks on major
streets.

I have no issue with them.

As long as they don't infringe on any
more parkland.

You just hate me, and then you give my
exclusive to the Gazette? I had

absolutely nothing to do with the
latter.

You.

That, Miss Sherry, is called tit -for
-tat, and the world runs on it.

How dare you twist my words.

Doesn't feel very nice, does it?

Maybe now you'll learn your lesson.

Well, yes, if the lesson is that the
police are... How about we get you a

Feeling overwhelmed?

Pardon me?

By the party, I mean.

Thought you might be taking respite by
looking at the park, like you said the

other day.

Why would I need respite from a party?

I don't know. I thought maybe... Fuck,
you thought wrong.

I'm watching a pair of lawless boys
gambling right out in the open.

I think they're playing knuckleball.

Sounds filthy.

I intend to put a stop to it.

I'll come with you.

Thank you for all your help this week,
Henry.

I know it was a lot.

Oh, it was hell. I don't know if my back
will ever be the same.

I don't know how I can ever repay you,
but here.

A token of my appreciation.

Well, I suppose it's a start.

Miss Newsome, a housewarming gift.

You didn't have to do that.

Automatic bread toaster.

Automatic? Yes, I designed it myself.

The mechanism allows for the bread to be
toasted to perfection before releasing

it. But do be careful. The release
mechanism is somewhat enthusiastic.

Understood.

Thank you.

So?

How have you been faring?

Settling into a smaller space, you mean?

Among other things.

Have you spoken to him?

Once or twice.

Seems to be adjusting well to life in
St. John's.

I'm happy to hear it.

As was I.

Well, I must be off.

Thank you for the invitation.

Thank you for coming.

This place feels more like home already.

Ashley, you must tell me where you got
that lamp. Which one?

Oh, that was my grandmother's.

Ladies. Oh, no whiskey?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Slash.

Go on.