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(insects chirping)

(heavy breathing)

(ominous music)

- Excuse me.

- Can't you see we're busy,
lady?

(giggling)

- I am a morality officer

and you are breaking the law.

"High Park closed
to all at nightfall."

(inhales deeply)

(clears throat)

Carousing in the park
after sundown.

Improper conduct in public
and the length of that skirt.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

(sighs)

(soft mysterious music)

(sighs)

(rustling)

(dog barking)

Who's there?

(snarling, growling)

(loud growling)

(screaming)

Help! Someone, please!

- Miss Berger.
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.

(suspenseful music)

(theme music)

- Start at the beginning.

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 a presence
behind me.

I turned and saw...

It was enormous.
Eyes wild and-and drooling

like I was its dinner.

I ran, but the beast
pushed me down.

- How did you manage to escape?

- I hit and kicked
with all my might.

Oh.
- I think you met the rabid

coyote Miss Cherry
has been writing about.

- Rabid. 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.

I-It's a symptom that 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.

(indistinct chatter)

- 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 Sentinel.

- And, still, it
took one of your own

being affected for you to care.

- A nuisance animal is not

the constabulary'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's on the case?

- No, you cannot.
Now, if you don't mind.

Good day, Miss Cherry.

So what's the plan, Murdoch?

- I thought I would start
by calling the Humane Society.

- Mm. The do-gooders worrying
about coats

and drinking fountains
for horses will be no use.

Get yourself down to High Park,
talk to anyone but Miss Cherry.

See what you can find out.

(curious music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Here you are, Mrs. Newsome.

- Oh, I--
- I think you and your husband

will be very happy
in your new home.

- Oh, he's-he's not--
- The door.

So-someone open-quickly now!
Open the door!

- Yes.
- Open the-yeah. There you are.

- Apartment 402,
just up the stairs.

- Four-oh...?

No one told me
there'd be stairs.

- Serums, salves,
draughts, 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 High Park.

- Just what exactly is this
coyote repellent comprised of?

- Well, it's a proprietary
recipe, I'm afraid,

but I assure you will not
be disappointed, sir.

Ah...

It's, uh, wolf urine.

- I beg your pardon?

- Unappealing though it may be,

an apex predator's scent
is the only thing

guaranteed to repel a coyote.

- Ah. Seems like sound science.

- Yes. Not all travelling
medicine shows

are selling snake oil.

Now, where was I?

(soft piano music)

- You're still 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?
- At a time like what?

- Do you read my papers?

- I do. I-I-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.

(man): 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, hm?
Biggest in Canada, they say.

Now, if you ask me, animals--
(gunshot)

Wha--?
- Was that a gunshot?

- Sounds like.
We both know no animal's

out here shooting a gun.

(bird cawing)

(grunting

- 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, if 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.

- Hey!
(grunting)

- Klaus?

- It's only a matter of time
before somebody's killed,

either by the beast
or by some idiot

trying to kill it himself.
This has to end.

- All right, uh,
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,
up under every bush,

search up every tree.

(Murdoch): We're certain that
everyone is out,

we re-enter the park at dusk,

two men per segment.

We find and eliminate
the coyote.

Any questions?

- Well, in that case,
what are you waiting for?

Let's get cracking. Chop, chop!

(indistinct chatter)

(horse neighing)

- Thank you, folks.

- What's going on here?

- It'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.

- Shame. 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.

- Ah. 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 word.

- All right.

(dramatic music)

(leaves rustling)

(insects, animals trilling)

(low panting)

There. In the clearing.

I guess we know
what happened to Klaus.

- Sir?

- It's not important.
You have a shot?

- I can if I just...

(yelping)

It's not well.

- No. Excess salivation,
poor coordination.

I think we've found
our rabid coyote.

(gunshot, coyote yelps)

(thuds)

It's for the best.

- I just saw this morning's
Sentinel.

Is it true?
Did you kill the beast?

- Uh, poor thing wasn't
very beastly, but yes, I did.

- Thank you, Constable Roberts.

Mm. And thank you,
Detective Murdoch,

for making the park
safe again.

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

Constable Roberts,
with me, please.

- Yes, sir.

(tense music)

- So much for ridding
the city of the beast.

s. Crabtree.
Uh, Miss 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're living near the park?
- Just across the street.

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

- Ah.
- 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 Roberts 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 lips sealed
and my pen capped.

- Oh, Miss Cherry,
I dream about that regularly.

(indistinct chatter)

- Oh. 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
for certain?

- 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.

This laceration
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.

(sighs)
- Unfortunately, yes.

- 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?

- Wh... No, sir,
but she did wear a retainer.

- A what?
- It's 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 is still primed
to be 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, the rest of the coyotes
are put down. Officially.

- I won't do it. I

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

- This is a matter
of public safety.

- I-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 shouldn't fire you

on the spot for insolence.

- 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.

- Well, it-it doesn't
have to be.

Uh, this fires 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 they can be moved out,

at least until
all the panic dies down.

- Hm.
Let me have a look at this.

- Uh, oh. Careful, it's--

- I know how to handle
a weapon, son.

- Sir, it's--
(gun fires)

- Ah!

- Henry!
- Oh. Uh-oh.

Oh. Sir, I don't...

I don't fe--
I don't feel so good.

- That's got a bloody
hair trigger, that.

- No, it...
- Higgins.

Higgins? Wake up! Wake up.

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

- How long does this sedation
thing last?

- Well, it depends
o-on the target's body weight.

Uh, in this case, I would
estimate three to four hours.

- Bloody hell.
Three to four hours?

Let's get him in Choi's office.
Put him on the sofa.

- Very good idea.

Have one of the constables
help you.

- Where are you going?
- To identify our victim.

- Roberts!

Oh-oh!

(birds chirping)

(indistinct chatter)

(church bell ringing)

(dog barking)

- Is 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 that's 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.

- It'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.

(soft music)

- I told her...

she didn't even need the thing.

Her teeth were perfect.

But you know how
young women can be.

- Uh, how long had Adriana Fodor
been your patient, Dr. Laboda?

- She wasn't simply my patient.

She was my protégé
in the dental arts.

- Oh, you worked together.

- The last three years, yes.

Can't believe that...
she's gone.

And killed by...
damn coyote.

- Was it unusual
for Miss Fodor

to be in the park?

- No. Not at all.

The poor girl moved house
just 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 animal went and...

'Scuse me, Detective.

(tense music)

- What on earth?

What are you doing?

- I-I could ask the same thing,
walking into a stranger's home.

- This isn't your home.
It's mine!

- I'm afraid you're mistaken.

I've already paid a deposit

and first month's rent
on this unit.

- No, a-a-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.

(birds chirping)

- We're so lucky to have
a forest

in the middle of the city.

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

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

- It will be again.

- I don't think it will be.
And that's my own fault.

- How so?

- 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 a law!

The park is off limits
after dark,

but it had been
such a long day

and I-I couldn't resist and...

- 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.

(sighs)

What is it?
Do you hear something?

- Just... listen.

(bird whistling)

- A 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...

- Uh, aren't you going to ask me
about my attack, Miss Cherry?

- Well, I have been curious.

- Oh, 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 groundskeeper's cabin.

- Mr. Stanton.
- Sir?

- Uh, he's the groundskeeper.

And apparently Miss Fodor
was quite friendly with him.

Come to think of it,
he was whittling

with a knife about this size

when I spoke with him
the other day.

- So, he's likely the killer.

- There's one way to find out.

- I'm so sorry, Mrs. Newsome.

- Miss Newsome.

- Yes, of course.
It's my brains.

Hard to keep things
in there sometimes.

- Hmm. Now how is it that
two tenants

came to rent
the same apartment?

- What? No,

that's not what's happening.

It's-it's, uh, no, no, no, no.

It's my mistake, I assure you.

Um... Ah, yes!

Ha ha! Here you are.

Newsome. Ah!

Apartment 204.
(chuckling)

I gave you the wrong
key yesterday.

- Well, that's quite
a big mistake.

- Yes. I have a form
of the numbers blindness.

I-I swap things in my mind
sometimes. Um...

(loud clattering)

Here is the correct key.
- Ah.

- You can, of course,
move in immediately.

- Toronto Constabulary.

If you're in here, Mr. Stanton,
show yourself!

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(buzzing)

- Sir.

I found something.

(birds cawing)

- The bites and scratches
are made post-mortem.

Cause of death was a severed
carotid artery,

just like the first victim.

- Time of death?

- Well, given the rigor
and body temperature,

I'd say right around
the same time

Miss Fodor was killed.

- Yes. Miss Fodor's body
was discovered

just a few hundred
metres 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 Hart,

or 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.

expecting Miss Cherry

to keep her word.
Have a look at that.

- Yes. At least she hasn't
learned the identities

of the victims. Or that there
is a murderer on the loose.

- Is a murderous coyote
any better?

- Well, sir, it does provide us
cover to investigate

without alerting the killer.

- But 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,

uh, 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 the poor sod?

- N-not quite. I-I believe
he had a similar set made,

but then did not file down
the coyote teeth.

So, actually... yes.

- Didn't you say
that the first victim

had a connection to a dentist?

- I certainly did.

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

- I do. Why?

- Um... did you make this set?

- Certainly not.

- How can you be sure?

- Ah, for starters,
the craftsmanship.

It's very amateurish.

And I wouldn't even know
where to source animal teeth.

- You use alternate materials?

- Porcelain,
like most professionals.

- Um...

Doctor, please...

tell me more about your
relationship with Adriana Fodor.

- She was a fine student.
And a nice girl.

- Did you have feelings for her?

- Why are you asking about this?

- Humour me.

- Had I hoped that
one day we might...

Yes.

But she made it perfectly clear

that she was only interested
in me as a teacher.

- And how did that
make you feel?

- How...?

Detective, I've had quite
enough of this.

I insist you tell me
what is going on.

- Adriana Fodor was murdered,

as was Willie Stanton,
the groundskeeper.

- But what about the... coyote?

- Their deaths were made to look
like animal attacks

using a set of dentures
not unlike these.

- Wh...? 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?

- Well, he-he picked her up from
work the day that she died.

(vehicle honking)
- Miss Berger.

- Constable Roberts.
- I was hoping to run into you.

I wanted to thank you for your
help distracting Miss Cherry.

- Ah. I could tell you didn't
want her to see

whatever you'd found.

I hope it's helped
with the case?

- Ah, yes and no,
but Detective Murdoch

will get to the bottom
of things.

Shall we patrol together again?

- I've been reassigned
to The Ward.

- You don't seem happy
about that.

- Oh, no. No, it's fine. Um...

Uh, I'm grateful for the job.

- I didn't say you weren't.

- It's just...

The Ward can be
so overwhelming.

Whole city, really.

Being assigned to the park
was a nice respite from that.

- 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.

(soft music)

- Yes, I met Adriana
after work Tuesday. What of it?

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

- What do you... Adriana's dead?

The woman killed by that coyote,
it was her?

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

- Until what time were you
with Miss Fodor on Tuesday?

- Just long enough for her
to tell me

she didn't want
to see me anymore.

- Oh. She ended things?

- Said she needed 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.

- Hm. Can anyone
corroborate this?

- No.

Why are you asking this?

- 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?

- However far I needed,
I suppose.

What's going on here?

- You're under arrest
on the suspicion

of the murders of Adriana Fodor

and Willie Stanton.

(indistinct chatter)

- Uh, excuse me, sir.

- Oh, uh, we're just
finishing up.

Another five minutes.

- Oh, no, I'm not ticketing you.

- Then what do you want?
- Uh, some help, actually.

Uh, there are some crates
very important

to the constabulary
that need moving.

- I ain't doing any free work
today, copper.

Already done double
than what I expected.

- You and me both.

My friend,
I mean, the constabulary,

uh, were given the keys
to the wrong apartment.

- Oh, that's nothing.
Our client just found out

his apartment had been rented
by someone else.

Now we gotta cart
everything down

three floors and back out again.
- Huh.

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 Laboda?

- Fruitful.
I've arrested Adriana Fodor's

former beau, uh,
Bartholomew Prescott,

on suspicion of murder.

- So the case is closed?

- Not quite.
Although Mr. Prescott

does have strong motive,
I-I don't think he would stoop

to wearing coyote teeth
and wandering around--

- Did you say coyote teeth?
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 Fodor's final movements.

- You saw her on the day
she died

and you didn't disclose that?

- Well, I-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 outside the park.

- Yes. And it seemed
rather heated, if you ask me.

(mysterious music)

- Ah! 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.

- Oh, I wouldn't call it
an argument,

more of a discussion.

- Tell me,
do your curative creations

extend to dentistry, Mr. Crosby?

- Well, sometimes.
Wh-why do you ask?

- Let's have a look
inside this wagon.

- Oh, I-I-I don't think
that's necessary, Detective.

I'll be more than happy to
answer any questions you have.

- Keys, please.
- Wh...

You see, the-the thing is,
Detective, I, uh, I--

(grunting)

Ah...

Oh, my tailbone.

- I'm sure you've 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?

- Thought you were going
to arrest me for selling

a false product.
I swear I was only

swapping it out
until my next batch

of wolf urine 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. Laboda's?

- I-I couldn't afford
the sort he made.

Miss Fodor, she found me here
after my appointment

and said she'd help.
- Help how?

- Said she'd been learning
how to make 'em herself.

She'd made a set for a friend
using coyote teeth

and offered to do
the same for me.

- Where is that set now?

(scoffs)
- 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,
but she cancelled last minute.

- What happened?
- All she said is there was

trouble at her new apartment.

- I'll be needing that address.

(mysterious music)

Miss Newsome?

- Hello.

Are... are you here
to help Henry?

- Help Henry?

- Oh! Sir. Ah...

I could very much use your help.

- Uh, I was told
that this apartment

belonged to Adriana Fodor,

the young lady that was
killed in High Park.

- I think you're mistaken.

- Uh, there's a lot of that
going around, sir.

You got lucky only having
to move floors.

- Is this not the apartment
that you initially rented?

- No, there was a mix-up
of keys.

- Uh, at least you got to stay
in the building.

Some poor sap lost
out on his apartment entirely.

- Yes, it's terrible.
- Yes.

- It is. A-And it could
explain the situation

that Miss Fodor was in.

I'd like to speak
with the superintendent.

- I'll join you.

- Yeah.

I'll just, uh, get more crates.

- Hello?

- Well, shall we wait?

- And while we do...

(mysterious music)

Adriana Fodor.

These must be her things.

I don't see the dentures

that she was working on
for Mr. Crosby.

- I-I am several steps
behind here.

Uh, could you please
bring me up to speed?

- Oh!

I mean, uh, can I help you?

- Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

I'm investigating the death
of Adriana Fodor.

- Yes.
- Uh, I believe

these are her things.

- They are.

I, uh, 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.

- Oh. Uh...

- I gave you the room
with a view.

Uh, 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?
(nervous chuckling)

I'm so terribly sorry. I, uh...

Uh... 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.

(scoffing)

- You... no!
You must be mistaken.

How could I have
known unless, um...

- Unless you're a murderer.

(dramatic music)

Henry! Why didn't you stop him?

- Stop who, sir?
I can't see over the crates!

- Put those down. Let's go!

(panting)

(panting)

Mr. Pascoe, stop!

Right. Henry, follow him in.

I'll cut around and see
if I can stop him

at the other end of the park.
- Sir.

(birds chirping)

(grunting)

(panting)

(tense music)

- Mr. Pascoe?

(birds chirping)

- Ah, bloody rock.

(twig snaps)

(footsteps approaching)

(growling)

- Mr. Pascoe.
(growling)

Stop!
(grunting)

(groaning)

- Seemed 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 then, did he?

- Once he regained
consciousness, yes.

- I can see why he killed
Miss Fodor,

but why the groundskeeper?

- Necessity.

She fled to his cabin

after confronting Mr. Pascoe.

- And the horrible dentures?

- An afterthought.
They just happened to be

amongst Miss Fodor's things.

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

- Or unlucky for her.

- Hm. Well, that's another case
closed, me 'ol mucker.

You deserve a night off.

Are you going to Miss Newsome's
housewarming party?

- I am.

Um, 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.

(bright music)

(indistinct chatter)

- You detain me
and then you give my exclusive

to The Gazette?
- I had absolutely

nothing to do with the latter.

- You?

- That, Miss Cherry,

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've learned
your lesson.

- Well, yes, if the lesson
is that police are--

- How about we get you
a drink, Louise?

- 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--

- Well, you thought wrong.

I'm watching a pair
of lawless boys

gambling right out in the open.

- I think they're playing
knucklebones.

- Sounds filthy.
I intend to put a stop to it.

(scoffs)
- 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.

- It's an automatic
bread toaster.

- Automatic?
- Yes. I-I designed it myself.

The mechanism allows
for the bread to be toasted

to perfection, uh,
before releasing it.

Uh, 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.

- If-- Well--
Thank you for coming.

This place feels
more like home already.

- Effie, you must tell me
where you got that lamp.

- Oh.
- It's lovely.

- Which one? Oh! That?
Oh, that was my grandmother's.

- Yes.
- Ladies.

- Oh! More whisky?

- Oh, no! No, no, no,
no, no, no. Plenty.

- Oh, a splash.
- Go on, then.

(theme music)

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