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(birds chirping)

(intriguing music)

(motor humming)

(old-fashioned horn honks)

(gasps)
- Oh!

Dash, dash, dash,
dot, dot, dot, dot.

- Are you all right, Henry?

- I'm learning to speak Morse
code.

- To what end?

- Well, it was George's idea.
In his latest letter,

he said in the future, we'll all
be speaking to machines.

I want them to be able
to understand me.

- And what did you just say?

- I said, "Oh!"

- Oh. You know,
there has been a long interest

in adopting a universal language
everyone can speak.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- So you chose Morse code?
- Yes.

- ...I want the daffodils
in the hall. Oh.

Oh! Thank goodness you're here.

- Detective Watts
and Constable Higgins.

- Hallie Hobbs.
- I understand a painting

has gone missing?
- Yes. It was stolen last night.

(loud crash)

Oh, good lord. What now?

(panting)

- I told you! The other wall!

- What's going on?
- Whoa. Look at this.

(tense music)

- Oh my goodness.

(theme music)

- The bones appear to have been
there for some time.

(Watts): Could be decades.

- And the portrait was only
reported missing yesterday?

- Is it likely the cases
are related?

Probably not. Still...

- Right. I'll look into this.

See what you can find out
about a possible theft.

What have you,
Miss Hart? Man or woman?

- When I reassemble the pieces,
I'll have a better idea.

- Hm. Not much clothing remains.

Perhaps the insects
got to the corpse.

Maggots, moths, flies.

- Heat and moisture
may have accelerated

the decomposition, as well.

- Sir, do you think
it's possible that someone

climbed in here and got stuck?

- There isn't much room.

- Blunt force trauma fractured
the bone, possibly fatal.

- Right.
Perhaps they were killed

and then sealed up in here.

- Sir, have a look at this.

- Detail is certainly
unique enough.

Perhaps we can date
its manufacture.

Henry, see if you can track down
where and when this was made.

- Sir.

- Hm. Um...

I don't think

the blow to the skull
is what killed our victim.

- No?

- Uh, no. There are many
scratches inside this wall.

The victim tried desperately
to claw their way out.

- That wall was bound
to crack sooner or later.

No point in blaming my people.

- Uh, I actually want to talk
about the theft of the portrait.

- Miss Hobbs and Donelly
already asked me about that.

- You and your men have been
in and out at all hours, right?

- Wait a minute. If you think...

These are good,
hard-working men.

Doubt they have much use
for a family portrait.

- Right, but did you see

anything or anyone suspicious
while working?

- People coming in and out
of here all day.

- Mr. Fisher, have you
completed your work?

- Nothing I can do about
the sitting room

until they let me in again.

- It's a crime scene.

- Can you at least help
Miss Hobbs in the library?

- You know where to find me.

- Was the painting
taken from there?

- Yes.
- What would you estimate

to be the value
of this portrait?

- Only sentimental.

Though it meant a great deal
to Miss Hobbs.

- Hm. Can you describe it?

- It was of Hallie,
her father, and late mother.

She was only a baby at the time.

The family stood in front
of the Hopewell Rocks.

- New Brunswick.
- Mm-hmm.

Before they moved to Toronto

and I came under their employ.

- How many entrances
to the house?

- The main hall, kitchen,
the library,

the servants' entrance,
the morning room--

- So, many.
Are they kept locked?

- Never had a problem.

- Strange they didn't
take anything else.

Perhaps there's more to this
portrait than meets the eye.

- Miss Hobbs, had any work
previously been done

to the wall prior
to finding the remains?

- Not for as long as we've been
living here. Right, father?

- Mmm.
- Do you recall anyone

going missing through the years?

- No.
- And how long has the home

been in the family?

- My father built this home
in, uh, 1812.

- Uh, Mr. Hobbs.

So you've owned the home
for over a century.

- Father, you're thinking about
the Saint John house.

- I know my own life, child.

- I'm sorry.
(man groans)

My father is confused
these days from age.

I just agree
or he becomes agitated,

but I know for certain
we bought this home in 1887.

- Oh. Do you know who
the previous owners were?

- I believe the house
had been repossessed

from the Morton family.

- Any idea where
I might find them?

- Oh. I was very young.

But I do know my father dealt
with the Bank of Toronto.

Perhaps they know
where the Mortons ended up.

- Those criminals.

They deserved what came to them.

- I beg your pardon, sir?

- The Mortons.
(scoffs)

Dirty Irish, the lot of them.

- Oh! I'm so sorry.

He-he doesn't mean-- Perhaps
I should take him to rest.

- Well, I--
- Come on.

- There were a number
of valuables at hand,

many smaller and easier
to carry.

- So why steal a large painting?

- I arranged a meeting
with an art dealer to inquire.

- Miss Newsome.
Your file on the Miller case.

- Thank you for this.
- And what have we learned about

the previous owners
of the Hobbs home?

- The property office
has cleared it up.

The Morton family built the home
in 1852

and then lost it to the bank
in 1884.

They were, however,
the only other family

to have owned the home,

so perhaps the remains
are connected to them.

- Hm. The financial straits

could have made
for desperate times.

- Unfortunately, I don't know

much more about the family.

The records only say so much

and Mr. Hobbs' memory
is unreliable.

- You found a body
at the Hobbs' house?

I went to school with Hallie.
- Oh! So you know them well.

- Hardly. In fact,
I was surprised to be invited

to her fancy dress ball
this evening.

The theme
is extraordinary couples

from history
and the written word.

- Ah, yes.
We saw the preparations.

A grand affair
for the gilded class.

- If you need to know more
about the Mortons,

perhaps you could
accompany Miss Newsome.

- Oh!

- Uh, I don't have a costume.

- I'm sure we could
find you something.

- It-it's not really
something I-I--

- But there will be people
who knew them there.

And the gilded class has
a long memory for scandal.

- And people do tend to speak
more freely behind a mask.

(curious music)

- Definitely Sefton.
His early work.

- Sefton?
- Sefton Bellamy.

Tell me, why didn't
Constable Crabtree

come calling to seek my counsel?
It's been too long.

- He accepted a position
with the Royal Newfoundland

Constabulary. Sefton Bellamy...

- All the way to Newfoundland

and without a word to me.
I'm wounded.

- It was quite sudden.
So, is this painting valuable?

- Yes.

The composition's all off,
but...

Sefton Bellamy's work
is all the rage right now.

- Interesting.

(rhythmic ballroom music)

(indistinct chatter)

- A nice change from being
an unescorted woman

at these events. People talk.

- Is Miss Hobbs a regular
on the Toronto social scene?

- She's actually a bit
of a shut-in.

Always has been.

She never talked to anybody
at school

unless it was regarding
our studies,

and her father's man
would collect her

right after classes.

- Hm. Perhaps this is her way
of spreading her wings.

- Miss Newsome!
Detective Murdoch.

Might I introduce you
to Anais Talbot.

- Roy has talked
so much about you.

Quite a phenomenon, aren't you?

- Oh. Thank you. That's lovely.

- You're trying the Miller case.
It's all in the news.

He jokes that
you're out for his job.

- Hm. Ha-ha.
Well, it's not a joke.

It's exactly what I'm after.

- Would you please excuse us?
- Ha.

- Remember the mission.
We are looking for information

on the Mortons.
- Mm-hmm.

- Effie Newsome!

Oh! It's Hallie.
- Oh!

- I don't think any of our other
school chums made it.

- Well, it's their loss.
This is quite the soirée. Huh.

- And you've come
with Detective Murdoch.

- Hello. Mm...
- Mm.

- Apologies for
talking business,

but do you know anyone here
who may have known the Mortons?

For the investigation.
- Oh, well. Um, let me-- Oh!

Let me introduce you to
Mrs. Willoughby, our neighbour.

- Hello. Detective Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary

and Crown Attorney
Effie Newsome.

- Ah! As Carmen and Escamillo,

a fiery and tragic couple.

- But, uh, work colleagues,
in reality.

- Mm, of course.
- If you'll excuse me,

I should check on my father.

Detective Murdoch is looking
for information

on the Morton family.

- Why, they used
to live right here.

- Yes. Um, how well
did you know them?

- Darling, could you get us
some drinks, please?

Those boys were rowdy.

Always cavorting with
the wrong kind of woman,

throwing money around
as though it grew on trees.

- Mm. Um...

What can you tell me about
the last days

before the bank
took the home back?

- Oh, those two were fighting
like something fierce.

- Brotherly rivalry?
- They fought everyone.

But Ciarán and Finbarr,

they kept their worst
for each other.

- What did you hear
of them last?

- Finbarr,
he was the younger one,

passed from consumption.

Plenty of weepy women
at that funeral.

(chuckling)

- And when was this?

- 1884, if memory serves.

- And Ciarán?
- Why, he just up and left

back to Ireland.
It was later that same year

when the bank took this place.

One day he was just gone.

Didn't even say goodbye.

(soft piano music)

- Ne tenu por vi la sekreton

de via koro, mia amiko.

- That sounds like
Spanish or Italian.

I don't recognize it.
- Esperanto.

It means,
"Do not keep to yourself

the secret of your heart,
my friend."

- Rabindranath Tagore.

But I think I prefer
the original Bengali.

- Some things do get lost
in translation.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- Ah.

- I was told I might
find you here.

- You found me.

How can I help you,
Mr. Germaine?

- Someone contacted me
looking to sell

an original Bellamy,
portraiture, circa 1886.

- Ah.
- He said he'd be in

first thing.
- Ah. Very good.

- I'll, uh, leave you to it.

- He seems cultured.

- It's about work.

- I wish I could see
that part of your life.

It's so much of who you are.

- I'm-I'm sorry.
I should have introduced you.

- No, it's fine.

(stirring music)

- Look at this.

- That is a misrepresentation
of our evening.

- Does this not bother you?
You're a married man!

- Surely this isn't
a reputable news source.

- Well, these days
it doesn't matter

where people read something.
They just believe it!

- I will call today
and impress upon them

that they must print
a retraction.

- I can confidently say
this person was a male.

There was a lot of wear
to the pubic symphysis,

which could mean he was older.

- Ooh, I have some reason
to believe

that this was Ciarán Morton.

But he was only
in his late twenties.

- Well, it could be him.

The wear to the joints
indicate an individual

who endured hard
physical labour.

- Well, I suppose he did work
in his family's warehouses

from an early age.

- If you have a photograph
of him,

we could compare it
to a facial reconstruction.

- Right.
- Hm.

- And the, uh, paper fragment
you mentioned on the telephone?

- Right.

I found it amongst the bones.
It's small, but...

- Illegible. Perhaps my infrared
camera could help.

- It does look like ink.

Isn't infrared a better fit
for carbon particles?

- Good point.
Well, I also have...

My ultraviolet light.

(light whirring)
Oh.

- Butterscotch.

- Well done.
- This is quite a piece.

Such exquisite form,
striking colour.

Who is the artist?
- Oh, who knows?

Picked it up in Chinatown
for a dime.

- Oh, no.
- You!

(suspenseful music)

- Get out of my way!

(grunts)

- A... dime, you said?

Why take the portrait,
Mr. Fisher?

Did you recognize
Sefton Bellamy's work?

- I don't know who
this Bellamy is.

I just wanted to take something.

- For the money?

- My life isn't easy street
like it is for them.

- You're a tradesman.
You make an honest living.

- Still not enough to put food
on the table for my family.

You telling me that's right?
- What's right and wrong

isn't what's at issue here.
You broke the law.

- You see them hosting
their big parties,

acting like kings and queens.

I wanted to take something
that mattered to them.

(hand thuds on table)
Something money can't buy.

- What you took was a portrait

worth upwards
of three hundred dollars.

- Three hundred dollars?

I could've fed my kids
for three years on that.

- And the criminal code
recommends a ten-year sentence

for theft of anything
over fifty.

(soft music)

- Sir, it's a badge of honour
to be written up

in the gossip pages,
if you ask me.

- I wasn't asking.
- Ruth gets written about

all the time, sir. I sometimes
think that she's trying to.

- Anything else?

- Oh! Yes, sir.
The button found with the bones,

it's from the Sauvageot
Haberdashery, established 1886.

Something wrong, sir?
- Well, that rules out

the Morton family as suspects,
or victims,

since they lost the home
to the bank in 1884.

- Hm.
- No, whoever died

with those buttons on them
has to be connected

to the Hobbs family.
- But, sir, they said

that the wall hadn't been
worked on after they moved in.

- Someone's mistaken.
Or... lying.

(chuckles)

- Your actions don't speak well
of this office, Miss Newsome.

- You know full well that
that photograph was taken

out of context.
I'm sure the editor

will be issuing a retraction.
- Of the Tattle? Not likely.

And it seems the damage
is already done.

- Well, it's frightening
to think of a world

where cameras
become commonplace.

- I look forward to it.

It'll force people to comport
themselves with restraint.

- You have no issue
with my capability

as an attorney being thrown
into question by mere gossip?

- These days, in the court
of public opinion,

your image is more important
than your arguments.

You need to be more careful.

(tense music)

- I was very glad to hear
the portrait was recovered.

Have I been called in
to retrieve it?

- Actually, I had more questions
regarding the human remains.

- Have you identified
the poor soul?

- Not as yet.

Mr. Donelly, how long have
you been with the family?

- I was hired in 1887.

- Miss Hobbs told me that wall
was never worked on

since the family moved in.

But I have reason to believe
the renovations

took place after 1886.

- Oh, yes.
It was quite a process.

Mr. Hobbs wanted to have
all the latest conveniences.

That was right
when they moved in.

Miss Hobbs was very young.

- But you remember it.
- I do.

- And yet you chose not to tell

a member of our constabulary
after we found a body.

- I do apologize,

but there were renovations
throughout the home

at that time. I-I don't recall
that specific area

in the sitting room
being worked on.

- What kind of renovations?

- The radiators, with a boiler,

full plumbing,
even electric wiring.

- I'd like you to think very
carefully back to that time.

Do you recall anything strange
about the family,

the staff, the installations?

- There was a dispute
with contractors,

but it was nothing.

- Mm. Tell me.
- Our foreman

had a wage conflict
with a mason, I think.

Man just didn't
show up for work.

I assisted for a few days,

but we found a replacement
soon after.

- Do you recall their names?

- I'm afraid not.

- One more thing, uh...

We found a fragment of paper
with the deceased,

and on it was only one word:

butterscotch.

Does that mean anything to you?

- Perhaps it's an item
from a grocery list?

When can I take receipt
of the painting?

- When we are finished with it.
In the meantime,

you can tell Miss Hobbs that it
is safe and sound here with me.

Thank you, Henry.
Uh, Mr. Donelly mentioned

a contractor who did
the renovations on their home

in 1887. Could you please
track him down?

- Right away, sir.

- I've noticed something strange
about this painting.

Do you see how the light
reflects differently

in this area?

- I do.

- It's because a different
varnish has been used.

Also, the brushstrokes seem
to have raised the paint.

I believe an alteration

or repair has been done
to this area.

- Hm. Do you think
it's hiding something?

- It could be.

Now, if I were to remove
the top layer of this area--

- Now, Detective,
we can't just permanently alter

someone's private property
on a loose theory.

- Hm.

Some artists will sketch
their subjects with charcoal

prior to laying on any paint.

- So I understand,
but what does it matter?

- Perhaps my infrared film

could reveal what this
alteration is hiding.

Mm-hmm! Ha-ha!

(jazz singing)

(rhythmic jazz music playing)

- I worry
it's only getting worse,

even with the retraction.

- People read the Tattle
to unwind.

No one takes it seriously.

Besides,
I know a certain someone

with a subscription.

- Now cancelled,
thank you very much.

- Well, I wouldn't worry
about it too much.

The world will be onto
a new scandal tomorrow.

Here's some more to help you
forget about today.

- Mm.

(vocal scatting)

- Did your friend end up
helping you

with the case
you were working on?

- I wouldn't call Mr. Germaine
a friend, per se.

- Sorry,
I speak seven languages.

Sometimes my English is--
- He's more of a consultant.

And a useful one.
We caught the thief.

- You just seemed so familiar.

- He did! It was his laugh.

- Let me introduce you to some
friends who are also colleagues.

Serge, this is Miss Violet Hart
and Miss Effie Newsome.

- Hi.
- Oh! Crown Attorney Newsome?

- Yes.
- So many accolades.

The Toronto Gazette called you
"a virtuoso in the courtroom."

- Oh. Thank you.

- And your sweetheart,
Detective Murdoch,

will he be joining us tonight?

- No. Ah, he-he is not
my sweetheart.

- No, no. Of course not.
(chuckles)

(gasps)

(curious music)

- Well, it seems
the Hobbs family

has erased someone
from their history.

- Do you think you can have
all the files on the Miller case

sent to my office by lunch?
Hoping to get up to date

on the latest
by the end of the day.

- I'm perfectly capable

of handling that file myself,
thank you.

- Crown Attorney Burke
didn't tell you?

- What?

Excuse me!

- It would seem someone
is intent

on sullying your reputation.

You've been removed
from the case.

(soft tense music)

- This could take some time.

It's a painstaking process.

- I am enrapt
in your meticulousness.

Is there no chance you'll take
off both layers with one stroke?

(chewing loudly)

Oh. Apologies. Just--

There's no other
technological solution?

- No. Just a great deal
of focus and effort.

- I see.
Well, I was on my way

to help Miss Hart
with something.

- Oh. Did she tell you what?

- She did not.

(slurping)
Only one way to find out.

Miss Hart.

- Ah, good. You're here.
Hold this.

I've been working on this
all day,

but four hands
make for quicker work.

- What are those?
- Spacers to mark depth

and clay in the place of flesh.

- What are we sculpting?

- Hm. Well, I am working
on reconstructing the face

in efforts to identify
our victim.

- What's in the box, Miss Hart?

(curious music)

- The victim.
- Oh.

- Sir. I tracked down
the foreman

who was working on
the renovation in 1887.

He was able to give me
the name of the worker

who walked off the job.
- Very good, Henry.

See what else you can find out.

Are you learning Morse code?

- Ah, yes sir,
to talk to machines.

- Henry, who is that woman?

- I'm not sure, sir.

- Excuse me.

- Oh!

- Hello. I'm Detective Murdoch.
How can I help you, ma'am?

- My son, Jeb, is in custody
for theft.

I am sure
it is a misunderstanding.

He would never.

- Y-You're Jeb Fisher's mother?

- I am.

(tense music)

- Can you describe
your relationship

with the Hobbs family for me,
Mrs. Fisher?

- John Hobbs is my father.

- This is your family?
- It was.

But Father disowned me shortly
after we moved to Toronto.

I was too much for him.

He had a new wife
and a new life. Hm.

- When was this?
- 1887, in the fall.

- Do you recall anyone
around the family

going missing at that time,
aside from yourself?

- No, but that was
a lifetime ago.

Why are you asking me
about this?

(knocking)
- Detective. I have Mr. Fisher.

- Jeb!

- Thank you, Henry.

Please have a seat, Mr. Fisher.

Your mother was just telling me

that you are John Hobbs'
grandson.

- I didn't want
to get you in trouble.

- I know.

- I got asked to work
on Hobbs' home,

and I saw this,

and I got so mad
they covered Ma up.

I just ripped it off the wall.
It was stupid.

- This was nothing
but a youthful mistake.

- We'll see.
What can you tell me

about the body that was found?

- All I know is I found him.

- Wh... what are you
talking about?

- The remains
of an unidentified male

were found in the wall
of the sitting room.

- Oh my God.
- I've determined

that this all occurred
when you were still a member

of the household.
Did you witness anything?

A heated argument,
or a dispute before you left?

- Only between my father and me.
I wasn't paying much attention

to the rest of the household.

- Does the word butterscotch
mean anything to you?

That was also found
with the remains.

- No. I-I... I don't have
any clue what any of this means.

I'm only here for my son.

You-you say I was erased
from that painting.

I wish it had stayed that way.

- From what you describe
of her reaction,

I can't imagine Mrs. Fisher
would have wanted

the portrait herself.
- I have to agree.

But it is quite a coincidence

that she left the house
the same year

that our victim here
was killed.

- So not a suspect
for the theft,

but perhaps for the murder.

- It would help if we knew
the identity

of the dead man. Miss Hart?

- Mm. Should be finished today.

- Very good.
I'll leave you to it.

- Sure do hope someone
recognizes this mystery victim.

There weren't many photographs
from the time,

especially if he was a workman,
or staff.

Llewellyn, I have
a favour to ask of you.

- Another one.

I'm all ears.

- I don't understand.
This person is my half-sister?

- The birth records
from Saint John

confirm Edwyna's story.

- Well, if it's true,
my father must have had

good reason to not
tell me about her.

- And you have
no memory of Edwyna?

- None whatsoever. I was barely
two when she ran off.

- What about you, Mr. Donelly.
Surely you remember her.

- I do apologize, Detective,

but I was following
Mr. Hobbs' wishes

to not speak of Edwyna again,
and it didn't seem relevant.

- What was Edwyna like?

- I only started
with the family that year.

- Surely she made an impression.

- It was the company she kept
that left the impression.

- I-I-I spent a lifetime
building ships for the Crown,

for this country.

All those years,

and she brought shame
to the family

by cavorting with a criminal!

- Father, you don't need
to get upset. It-it--

- What gives you the right

to nose into
my family's business?

Get out of my house!

- Father, it-it's all right.
Calm down.

- My--
- Calm down.

- My-My little Butterscotch.

She betrayed her own father!

- Of course, Father.

- And you didn't know
that Butterscotch

was Mr. Hobbs' pet name
for his daughter?

- As I said,
I did not know her well.

- Right. He also said that
Edwyna had been cavorting

with a criminal at that time.

Do you know who that was?

- I believe his name was, uh...
Sebastian.

Mr. Hobbs considered him
a dangerous influence.

- Do you know what's happened
to this Sebastian?

- I wouldn't know.
Gone the same time as Edwyna.

- Right. Thank you.

Your father's nickname for you

was found with the victim's body

and he was killed the same
year that you left home.

How do you explain that?

- I can't.

- You have been less than
truthful with me, Mrs. Fisher.

- I didn't want to complicate
things for Jeb.

- This man, Sebastian.

Did he have an altercation
with someone in your household?

- No. Why would you think that?

- He was your criminal lover,
was he not?

- Ah.
Always the same accusations,

untrustworthy, a thief.

- Your father characterized
him as such, yes.

- My father objected to him,

not because he was a cheat
or whatever lies you've heard.

He would not let us marry
because Sebastian is a Jew.

He moved to Montreal.
I followed him.

And he's a good, honest man
and a good father.

- We've attempted to reconstruct
the victim's face,

and I'll show that to you now.

Tell me if it's anyone
you recognize.

(soft tense music)

- It looks just like him, but...

- Who?
- Mr. Edwards.

Father's manservant.

He took care
of Father's affairs.

I saw him the night I left.

- Tell me about that night.

- I wrote a letter before I left
to reason with Father

and I signed it,
"Your Butterscotch".

Perhaps what you found.

- And this Mr. Edwards
caught you leaving.

- He didn't try and stop me.

He'd seen how controlling
Father was,

he'd seen it my whole life.

He let me go,

and I have been forever
grateful to him.

And that's the last I saw him...

until now.

- If Edwyna wanted to get out
so badly,

there's no telling
what she might have done.

- Her story about the father
rings true.

I'm inclined to believe it.

- You think Hobbs
could have killed Edwards,

could have blamed him
for letting Edwyna go?

- It would be difficult to get
a truth out of him

that isn't mixed with delusion.

- Should we bring him in?
- No.

I believe he would be more lucid

if his surroundings
were familiar.

- Hm.
- I'll go see him at his home.

- Serge!
- Hi.

- Look at this little hat
I made out of clay.

- How lovely.

- Did we have plans?

- Uh, no.

I honestly didn't think

I'd come in to find you, but...

- Here I am.
- Uh...

I was embarrassed
at my mistake last night.

Such a bad impression.

- It was... memorable.

(chuckling)

- Is there anything I can do?

- As a matter of fact...

(crowd laughing, cheering)

- Are you sure
this is a good idea?

- Yes, and we have it
all planned out.

And we're set.

Now, just play your part
and it will all be over soon.

- Hello. Oh!
(chuckling)

You mind if I have one of those?

Oh. Thank you.

(exhaling)

You come here often?

(coughs)

Stop it! He's bad.

- Llewellyn, look!

That table over there!

I saw a shine of light
from this glass.

- What's going on, Roy?
- Excuse me, Detective,

but what are you doing?
- It's a hidden camera.

- You pathetic little man.

If I ever see my face
in the Tattle ever again,

I will have your licence.

- Come, Anais.

- Mr. Donelly, I'd like
to speak with Mr. Hobbs.

Hello, Mr. Hobbs.

Do you remember me?
I'm Detective Murdoch.

I-I don't wish
to upset you again,

but I need to ask you

about the day your daughter
Edwyna left home.

- Oh. Butterscotch.
- Butterscotch.

She left you a letter.
Did you receive it?

- Foolish girl.

I told her you can't
trust those people.

- The letter.

Did Mr. Edwards
give you the letter?

- Edwards?

Edwards! I told you
to protect her, man.

- Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir. She's gone.

- You let her go?
You did it! You did it!

- Yes.
- My daughter. My daughter!

- I'm afraid she's gone, sir.
She's gone to marry Mr. Fisher.

- Oh-ho...

She will bring shame
to the family.

I fired you.

I knocked you down
and you come back?

You-you're a fool.

I will beat you
to the ground again!

I will beat you to the ground!

- Stop, stop, Mr. Hobbs.
- Huh.

- Mr. Hobbs, stop.
- Huh.

- Please, sit down.
It's all right.

(exhales deeply)

I'll, uh, I'll fetch
someone to help you.

(grunts)

(unsettling music)

(grunting)

(muffled shouts)

(muffles screaming)

(tense music)

- Miss Hobbs?

- The constable said he was
calling on Detective Murdoch.

- Mm.

Something I can help with?

- I don't think I can
keep it like this.

This person isn't
part of my family.

She betrayed my father.
- Yes, but Miss Hobbs,

do you know the reason
Edwyna was disowned?

She only desired to be free
to live how she wanted.

- She is of flawed
moral character.

Look, she raised a thief.

- Her son did make a mistake,
but aren't you curious

to know your own
flesh and blood?

- And why would
she leave our family?

- Well, she's out
in the bullpen,

if you'd like
to ask her yourself.

- I don't know.

- It was your father
who cut all ties

because she wanted to marry
a Jewish man.

I know a little about facing
that kind of prejudice.

- Are you Jewish?
- My parents were.

I myself remain unconvinced as
to the existence of any deity.

She's your sister.

(soft music)

(Higgins): Detective Watts--
- One moment.

(Watts): Well, it's a start.

What is it, Constable?

- I can't seem to find
Detective Murdoch,

and he hasn't called in, either.

- Hm.

(grunts)

(spitting)

- Help!
(thudding)

Help me!

(muffled): Help! Help!

- Detective Watts.
Can I help you?

- Did Detective Murdoch
call on Mr. Hobbs last night?

- I saw him in. When I returned
from my errands, he had left.

- I'd like to speak
to Mr. Hobbs.

(crickets chirping)

(soft mysterious music)

- Mr. Hobbs is particularly
tired today,

so I'm not sure
what help he might be.

- We won't keep him long.

(Higgins): What is happening
with the lights?

- I am sorry.
Yes, our electrical wiring

seems to be having issues.

These contractors
are criminally incompetent.

Sir, Detective Watts to see you.

- I'm sorry to bother you,
but I have some questions

about Detective Murdoch's
visit last night.

- Where is my painting, man?

- You'll soon have it.

- Detective, I think
something's going on--

- In a minute, Higgins.
- My girls are in that painting,

you know.
- Hm. Mm-hmm.

Did the detective give you
any indication

where he might be going
after speaking to you?

- I saw him last night.
That bastard.

- I'm sorry. I told you

Mr. Hobbs
isn't feeling the best.

- I can speak for myself!

That betrayer
stood in front of me

and told me what he'd done.

Now, I gave him a proper lashing
and he deserved it!

(Donelly): Mr. Hobbs is clearly
in a state. You must excuse him.

- What happened last night,
Mr. Hobbs?

Where's Detective Murdoch?
- Where he belongs!

I knocked him to the ground.

What gives him the right?
This-this is my house!

(suspenseful music)

- Sir?

(thudding)

Safety first.

(exhales)

- Henry!
- Detective?

(spitting)

- Mind your swings.

- Sir, you must calm yourself.

He doesn't know
what he's saying.

- No, let him speak!
Did you hurt Detective Murdoch?

Is he injured?
- I'm fine, Watts.

- Wha...?

- In spite of someone's
best efforts.

- Mr. Hobbs just said...

Were you inside a wall!?

- I'd still be there,
were it not for Henry.

- It was nothing, sir.

- And it wasn't Mr. Hobbs,

but Mr. Donelly who attacked me.

- You are mistaken, sir.

- There is no way Mr. Hobbs
could have done this.

Just like there is no way

he could have put Mr. Edwards
in that wall 25 years ago.

- This is madness.
- Is it?

(Murdoch): Mr. Hobbs was furious
about that letter.

Ed-Edwyna was gone,
and his manservant,

who had been so faithful to him,

had betrayed him.
And in a fit of rage,

he attacked him
and knocked him unconscious.

When Mr. Hobbs believed
that I was his old manservant,

he said that he fired him
and knocked him to the ground,

but was surprised
when Edwards came back.

And those are not the words
of a man

who believed he had
committed murder.

No. You found Mr. Edwards.

- Huh?

- And you thought him dead.

And in order to protect
your employer,

either out of loyalty
or ambition,

you put Mr. Edwards
in that wall,

you sealed him up,
and left him to die.

- No, he was already dead.

I was just hiding
what he'd done, I swear!

- Mr. Edwards tried desperately
to claw his way out.

But he was alive.
The evidence is clear.

- I didn't know!

- And what of me, last night?

What do you have
to say about that?

- To the truth winning out.

- Well, it wouldn't
have happened without the help

of good friends.
- Mm-hmm.

- Serge.

- So what did
Crown Attorney Burke think

of Davenport's little scheme?

- I didn't tell him.

I'm not going to play
Roy's game.

- Mm.

- As long as it's over.

(Effie clearing throat)

Roy.
- Miss Newsome.

- I'm surprised your little
lady friend isn't with you.

- Anais and I
aren't an item anymore.

- Oh. Did she see you
for who you truly are?

- I was the one
who ended things.

It was her camera in that bag.

Yeah, her cousin works
at the Tattle.

- Why didn't you say
something that night?

- To I save her
the embarrassment.

But what she did
was unforgivable,

even if it was a misguided
attempt to help my career.

If I'm to best you...

It's to be in
the appropriate arena.

The courtroom.

(soft music)

(theme music)

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