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(soft music)

(door closes)

(gasps)

- Ah!

(groaning)

(breathing heavily) - Wait a--

(grunting)

(soft music playing)

(sighs)

- New timepiece, sir?

- Ah. It belonged to a friend of mine

from New York. Recently deceased.

- Ah, yes, I heard. A private investigator?

- Yes. Johnny Moon. - I-If I may, what happened?

- The brakes on his automobile failed, middle of the night.

He went off the King�s Highway.

This clock was my wedding gift to him and his wife.

With Johnny gone, Vivian asked me if I wanted it.

- It doesn�t appear to be working.

- It�s not about the function. It�s a memento.

Was there anything else? - Yes. We�ve received reports

of a murder in a public bathroom near Union Station.

I was going to accompany Detective Watts, but if you--?

- No, no, no. I have a lunch date.

With Johnny�s widow, in fact. - Oh!

- She�s coming to visit Toronto.

(tense music)

- He was stabbed several times.

No sign of the assailant. Or the attendant.

- Who is he?

- Whoever you want him to be.

Henry Clark. Albert Russo.

Oscar McCoy. Evelyn Malone.

Vincent Blackwell.

(Murdoch clears throat)

Two chequebooks, a business card,

a driving licence from Quebec, and a horse registration

from Pennsylvania, all in different names.

- Curious. - May have been

a confidence man.

- The toilet cover is down.

The dead man was likely sitting on it.

- And these marks in blood. Perhaps a cane?

- There.

Something was stood there

blocking the blood spatter and the flow.

- Ah, size of a... suitcase?

- If it was, what was inside that would be worth killing for?

(theme music)

Sir, your attention please. You said a suitcase?

- Oh, yes, sir. Ah, the-the dead man

had a suitcase, uh, tan-coloured.

- Anything else?

- Another man came in, uh, slipped me a dollar.

Uh, wanted me to make myself scarce. Not uncommon.

- It�s not uncommon for people to pay you to leave your post?

- I don�t feel right about it, sir. I don�t approve.

- I�m afraid I don�t understand.

- Oh. Public bathrooms are sometimes used by men

to have... liaisons.

- I only get paid a quarter a day, sir.

I can�t get by but for my tips.

- What did he look like?

- Regular height. Uh, white man, mustache.

- Was he using a cane? - No, sir.

But he did have only the one leg.

(exhaling) - Hm.

(horse neighing)

(exhales)

(inhales sharply)

- Albie!

- Mrs. Vivian Moon. You look lovely.

- Oh, please. Been on a train for ages.

I haven�t changed my clothes or freshened up.

- Hm. - I�m a sight.

- How was your journey?

- Eventful. - Hm.

- Let�s go to lunch, shall we?

(chuckles)

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, no. - Oh, no?

- Vivian!

(chuckling)

You must join us.

- What a lovely surprise. - And your charming companion?

- Albert�s an old friend. - Ah-ha.

- Albert, this is Cecil and Myrtle Winchester.

We ran into each other on the train.

They�re friends of Johnny�s from Manhattan.

- Johnny boy and I were awfully close.

- I�m sorry for your loss.

- Terribly sad.

But time comes for all of us, doesn�t it?

- Hm.

- Waiter. (snaps fingers)

There�ll be two more joining us. - Uh.

(waiter): Of course.

- You think he would have noticed earlier.

- Apparently, this is the best restaurant in town,

if you can believe it. (Vivian chuckling)

Oh. - There you go, sir.

- Yeah.

- What do you do for a living, Mr. Winchester?

- I did real estate for a while. Now I let my money make money.

Still, nothing that won�t bore

the trousers off the entire restaurant.

How do you two know each other? - Mmm.

- Albert caught me stealing. - That�s not true.

- Oh, yes it is. Put the cuffs on me

and tossed me in the clink.

- How awful. How did you end up friends?

- He made me pose as a gun moll to earn my freedom.

Together we brought down Lupo the Wolf.

- Our first meeting was hardly that colourful.

Vivian and I met while I was visiting New York.

We bumped into each other at an antique shop.

A couple of years later when I moved to the city,

I knew no one. So I looked up Vivian.

She and Johnny made me feel at home.

(chuckles) - What a joy

to move to New York City, right? - Hm.

- Everywhere else pales in comparison.

- Mmm. - I wouldn�t say that.

- Well, Toronto doesn�t exactly have the Great White Way.

- Fashions aren�t quite � la mode. And the hotel.

- The hotel. - What�s wrong with the hotel?

- Nothing at all. Just there isn�t much of a view.

- Hm. No bother.

There�s not much to see here. You know, not really.

- Not really. This soup is cold.

- Listen to them. You�d never know

they only moved to New York six months ago.

- It�s unbelievable. - Yes, I know.

- It was funny hearing you speak of Johnny that way.

- How so?

- With such kindness.

- He�s gone. And he mattered to you.

- Thank you for lunch. - I�ll call on you later.

- Ma�am.

- Chief Constable. - New lady in your life?

- An old friend. Her husband just died.

- Seems things are moving quickly.

- No, nothing like that. It would be inappropriate.

- Word of advice: steer clear.

A grieving woman doesn�t know what she wants.

Someone will end up getting hurt.

(soft tense music)

- We checked all five of the victim�s aliases

with city hall and the other station houses.

All false. We have constables canvassing Union Station

for any witnesses.

- It�s always the ones you least expect.

- Sir? - Well, that Albert Choi.

He doesn�t stand on ceremony

when he sees something that he wants.

- How do you mean? - Some men have a lust for life,

Murdoch. A fire that burns within.

You try to hide it away, but you never know

when it�s going to flare up again.

- Sounds as though you�re speaking from experience.

- Mm. - Detective, Chief Constable.

We found a porter at Union Station

who recognizes the victim.

He remembered him because he was being followed

by a man with a limp. - Oh, very good.

Did he by chance provide you with a description?

- He�s speaking to Miss Leeming now.

She�s working on a sketch. - Well done, Watts.

- I also looked into all the incoming trains

around that time. I thought if he was at

Union Station, maybe he�d just arrived.

- And? - I had constables telephone

police stations in any city within a day�s train journey

and check the five names we have for our victim.

A precinct in Philadelphia recognized a name,

a known alias of a career criminal named...

Ancel Tuttle.

(knocking at door)

- Sir. We have a name for the victim

and a sketch of the killer.

Do you by chance know an Ancel Tuttle?

- I do not.

I have a question for you.

- Yes, sir.

- Is it true that your wife was married once before?

- Ah. Yes. - Hm.

So you met her when she was a widow?

- We had known each other several years

before her husband died, in a professional capacity.

- Hm. How long did you wait before you began courting her?

- Oh! Uh, I don�t remember precisely.

- Never mind. I apologize for prying in your personal affairs.

- But I will say, sir. I did not wait long.

- Suspect had only one leg.

Have any inquiries, report to any of us. Thank you.

- Any luck? - None so far.

- Have you heard anything from any of the other constables?

- I have not. Sir?

Could I have the rest of the evening off?

- Certainly. Why?

- I was hoping to see this show tonight.

- Aw. Sounds riveting.

- I believe they use hammer and nails.

I�m just putting you on, sir.

But I do believe it would remind me of home.

- Oh! Plenty of song and scandal back home, is there?

- Oh, you should see Chatham on a Friday night.

(laughing)

(woman screaming)

- Roberts. With me.

(screaming)

- Excuse me. Uh, sorry.

Sir, look.

- I don�t suppose we�ll be needing the posters anymore.

- Come in, Albie. Good

to see you, but what are you doing here?

- I�m glad you�re all right.

- Why wouldn�t I be?

- I was on my way over here

when we found a man dead behind your hotel.

- Oh dear. What happened?

- He was killed. We believe he was responsible

for another murder this morning.

- Oh.

- Uh, perhaps you shouldn�t stay here,

at least not tonight.

- Why not?

- Well, it could be dangerous.

- I don�t mind a little danger.

(scoffs)

- I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you.

- Is it your job to protect me?

- It�s my job to protect everyone.

- What do you suggest?

- You could stay with me.

- I don�t think this invitation is just about my safety.

- What else could it be about?

- I suppose I�ll find out.

- He was strangled.

I believe it was with some sort of cloth or cord.

Take a look at the microscope.

(Murdoch): Fibres of some sort?

- Retrieved from the wound on his neck.

It�s not like anything I�ve seen before.

- Very smooth. Not cotton, or linen.

(Watts): It�s unusual.

- This new victim is likely the killer of Ancel Tuttle.

But we have no information on either case.

- Nor any information about his identity.

No identification, no wallet,

no one in the hotel remembers seeing him.

But this should be a distinguishing characteristic.

- Right, then. First thing tomorrow morning,

get the constables to fan out from the hotel,

see if anyone saw anything.

Watts, you keep an eye on the hotel.

- Oh. - Gentlemen.

- Thank you, Miss Hart.

(humming softly)

(beverages pouring)

- Where�s the clock? - In my office.

I spend more time there than here.

Having second thoughts about giving it away?

- No.

Johnny never understood why it meant so much to me.

But it reminds me of him, so I would rather you have it.

(soft music)

- Sorry.

- I was wondering when you would do that.

We should go to Florida.

- Why on earth for?

- To see the beach.

To get away. To live somewhere beautiful.

- To live? Hm.

- Did you know that you can drive an auto from Quebec

all the way to Miami now?

It�s one straight shot.

- I have a life here, Vivian.

- Do you remember when we met?

- Of course. It was one of the best weeks of my life.

- I asked you to stay.

- Yes.

- And you went back to San Francisco.

You said you had a life there.

Come away with me, Albie.

What do you say?

I can give you more than Toronto ever could.

- Now you sound like one of the Winchesters.

(laughing)

- And you sound like you need some convincing.

(chuckling)

(sighs)

- What have you learned? - The man who runs this cart

said he saw a one-legged man.

He ate his fill and then stood for hours looking at the hotel,

staring out as if he was waiting for someone.

- Or looking for someone.

- Someone coming or going from the hotel,

someone who ended up killing him?

- Did he get his name? - No. But he said he was staying

at a flophouse nearby.

Constable Roberts is tracking down the landlord.

- Ah. Good lad.

- Would you like one?

- Pie-roh-ghee. Pie-- - Pierogi.

- Pierogi. Yeah, go on. I�ll try one.

Mm. Mm. Actually quite good. - Mm-hmm.

- I�ll tell you what, Watts.

You stay here, keep an eye on the hotel.

Choi wants to have a word with me.

I�m going to get some of these.

You�re quitting?

- I didn�t say that. I said I was thinking of it.

- Well, think again.

I stuck my neck out bringing you here.

- And I appreciate that.

But I�m seeking counsel, not asking permission.

(chuckling)

- It�s that woman. She�s got you all mixed up.

- I know it must seem impulsive, sir.

But I�ve known Vivian for 20 years.

I saw her at an antique shop, admiring that clock.

We spent the week together. She asked me to stay.

It would have been mad for me to give up my job for her,

so I declined.

When I returned to New York, this time for work,

I went straight to that antique shop.

I arrived on her doorstep with that clock under my arm

wrapped in red paper.

It was too late.

She and Johnny were engaged.

I�d missed my chance.

- You think this is a second chance.

- Might be. - Want my advice?

- Please.

- Maybe you need to live the life

you�re living right now.

Early on, Margaret and I were a bit--

It�s hard to settle down when you�ve been a wanderer.

Good pal of mine was a skipper of a boat

sailing the Great Lakes, asked me to join his crew.

- And? - Well, let�s just say

that I couldn�t find my sea legs.

Anyway, Margaret and I patched things up.

I joined the job, had a family. And I�m a better man for it.

- You don�t regret your choice?

- No.

Look, you�re a different man

than when you met her the first time.

Besides, what do you really know about this woman?

- Chief Constable, Inspector. - Anything for me?

- We�ve found the room of the second victim.

Uh, Jasper Stokes, hails from Philadelphia.

- Philadelphia? Same as the first victim.

- Yes. Both American, both from Philadelphia,

one killed the other presumably for his suitcase.

- Do you think this Stokes followed him

all the way from Philadelphia?

- We don�t yet know. Nor do we know

why this is all happening here.

- And the suitcase?

- Uh, perhaps Detective Watts has some answers.

- To be continued. - Yes.

(Murdoch): Detectives. - And the lads found this

in a rubbish bin near the flophouse.

- Blood. - Indeed. Look.

Women�s clothes.

- Lining�s been torn. It�s been thoroughly searched.

- So, maybe it looks like this Stokes was searching

for something. Maybe he found it and someone killed him for it.

- Or perhaps he didn�t find what he was looking for.

- Which is why he was watching the hotel.

He was looking for someone so he could try again to find...

whatever he was after. (Choi): Looking for who?

- Maybe the original owner. Whoever this Mr. Tuttle

stole the case from in the first place.

- I recognize this dress.

She was wearing it when I saw her in New York

last month.

This dress belongs to Vivian Moon.

Don�t say a word.

- I reported it missing.

- When?

- As soon as I alit from the train.

I told you, didn�t I?

- You did not.

- Hm. Thought I did.

- You didn�t think anything of it?

- Think what?

I-I was frustrated,

but these things happen.

I figured someone must have picked up the wrong case.

- We believe something of value was inside.

- Oh. Well,

there was a dress that I paid 15 dollars for.

Ten years ago.

- Vivian.

Two men are dead because of that suitcase.

- What are you talking about?

- One man inside a public toilet

was killed right after he stole it from you.

And another behind your hotel later that night.

- I-I don�t know anything about this.

There-there�s nothing of value inside.

You can see for yourself.

I don�t know why anyone would want to steal it,

let alone kill for it. You have to believe me.

- It does look as though you�re mixed up in this.

- Well, you can tell them that I�m not.

- You�re assuming I believe you.

- Surely you believe me, Albie.

You know me.

- Yes, I do.

If you know anything, you have to tell me.

- I don�t know a thing. I swear it.

- We know Vivian Moon is involved in this case

simply by virtue of the fact that her suitcase was stolen.

- Yes.

- The two dead men were on the same train,

not from Philadelphia, but from New York.

The very train that brought Vivian Moon here.

- That explains everything. - It does?

- Vivian happened to be on the train.

Many suitcases look similar.

The criminals mistook hers

for one that they were looking for.

- Quite a series of coincidences.

- It�s just the one coincidence.

They took the wrong case.

Everything else follows from that one simple incident.

Am I wrong?

- Technically, no.

But it�s also possible that she�s lying.

(sighs) - Yes, it is possible.

- You don�t believe that she is.

- I do not.

- Because the two of you are... close.

Sir, perhaps I should speak with her.

- She�s already been interviewed.

- Mr. Stokes was found dead behind her hotel.

It�s entirely possible that he was waiting

to speak with Mrs. Moon. - Why?

- To confront her...

in order to retrieve whatever it is

he didn�t find in this suitcase.

- This is entirely speculative.

- But it�s speculation that should be considered.

Sir, if he did indeed confront Vivian Moon--

- Detective, whatever is going on

does not involve her.

The sooner you accept that,

the sooner you will solve this case.

(Brackenreid): So interview her yourself.

- The Inspector has forbidden it.

He believes she�s telling the truth.

- Ah, thank you. And you think she�s not?

- Well, I�ve made some enquiries with the police in New York.

- Behind Choi�s back?

- Well, let�s just say without his expressed knowledge.

- So, behind his back.

And what did the lads from Gotham have to say?

- Vivian Moon does not have a criminal record.

But she has reported several break-ins to her home

in New York just in the past few weeks.

- She was robbed? - Some men broke in,

but didn�t take anything. Apparently, they didn�t find

what they were looking for.

- Just like her suitcase.

What were they after? - I have no idea.

But don�t you find it curious that she didn�t mention

any of this to the Inspector during her interview with him?

- You think she�s hiding something.

- Hm.

- I knew that woman was trouble, Murdoch. Talk to her.

- Well, the Inspector isn�t going to like that.

- I�ll deal with Choi.

- Sir, what is that that you�re eating?

- Called a pierogi. Quite good. You want one?

- No. Thank you.

- Your loss.

- Any progress on the case, Detective?

Or are you too busy picking out vegetables for your supper?

- I�ve been told to stand down

while Detective Murdoch is interviewing a suspect.

- Mrs. Moon?

- I didn�t say anything.

- Don�t worry. I�m not surprised.

Am I acting irrationally, Detective?

Am I trusting her too blindly?

- I�m not in a position to speculate.

I have myself been consumed by passion on occasion.

In these moments, it is often wise

to heed the advice of others.

But wisdom rarely wins out over passion.

- So you�re saying I shouldn�t follow my heart.

- I�m saying it doesn�t matter what I say.

You�ll do it anyway.

- Started after my husband died.

Men would come up to me demanding their money back.

I had no idea who they were, or what they were on about.

- Was your husband someone who associated with criminals?

- No. He was a private investigator.

You can ask Albert Choi. Where is he?

- Uh, were these same men,

the ones who were after money,

also the ones who broke into your apartment?

- I don�t know. I never saw who broke in.

- Mm.

Do you recognize either of these men?

- I don�t know.

- Could either of them be the men

who were looking for their money?

- It�s possible.

- These must have been rather traumatic events

and you don�t remember.

- No, I was scared.

(sighs) Look, I came to Toronto

to get away from all of this.

I don�t know what they�re after. You have to believe me.

- Where were you last night?

- I was here all evening.

- Mm, that�s not exactly true.

You left the hotel with Inspector Choi.

- I meant before that. I was here.

- You were. Can anyone attest to that?

- I had dinner sent up to the room.

- Right. So you didn�t wander behind the hotel, by the river?

- No.

(tense music)

- These two men...

they were both on the same train from New York as you.

- I didn�t know that.

- You didn�t recognize anyone along your travels?

- No.

Well, the Winchesters.

- The Winchesters? - Friends from New York.

My late husband�s friends, actually.

In fact, Mr. Winchester hired my husband

soon before his death.

- Hired him to do what?

- I don�t know. Investigate something, probably.

Johnny never told me anything about it.

- And these Winchesters were also

on the same train from New York as yourself?

- Yes. A coincidence.

- Indeed.

Any idea where I might find the Winchesters?

- They�re staying in the room next door.

- I don�t appreciate you interfering with the day-to-day

affairs of my station house.

- And I don�t appreciate having to.

- This case is under control.

- Your detective doesn�t think so.

- Then he should have spoken to me about it.

- He did. You didn�t listen.

- So the first thing he does is run to my superior,

ignoring every word I�ve said to him.

- He felt it was his only option.

- I instructed him to follow one avenue of investigation

and ignore another.

Assume for a moment, Chief Constable,

that I know how to do my job.

The detective�s obstinance may have given

the actual killer enough time to flee Toronto.

- Or consider this.

He may be talking to her as we speak.

This woman showed up in Toronto and two people are dead

because of her suitcase. And she left a dead husband

in New York. Now, if I were a betting man,

I�d say that she had something to do with that.

- Watch your words, sir. - Or what? You�ll quit?

You�ve already got one foot out the door because of her.

I knew she was trouble.

- Knew what, exactly, hm?

You judged her based on a glance and some ridiculous notion

that any woman who doesn�t fit

the image of a policeman�s wife must be trouble.

- You better watch what you say, Mr. Choi.

- You chose to stay with your wife.

An admirable decision.

But in order to accept it,

you�ve demonized the path not taken.

- The case is in the hands of Detective Murdoch.

I don�t want you involved.

Now, if you don�t mind,

I�ve got work to do.

And bloody knock next time.

- Mrs. Winchester, I understand your husband hired a man

named Johnny Moon to do work for him before his death.

- I wouldn�t know about that, and how is it pertinent?

- Two American criminals, Ancel Tuttle and Jasper Stokes,

followed Vivian Moon here from New York.

I believe they thought she was in possession

of something that they were after.

Now both of those men are dead,

and Vivian Moon is either involved,

or in danger, and the same goes for you.

(door opens)

Ah.

Mr. Winchester.

- What�s going on here?

- We were just discussing a man named Johnny Moon.

- Ah, Myrtle.

- Well, it�s clear you knew him.

- I hired Johnny Moon to recover a sum of money for me.

- How much money?

- Twenty thousand dollars.

It was stolen from a business I was running in Philadelphia.

I hired Johnny to figure out

who took it and get it back to me, of course.

- And did he? - No.

- But is it possible, then, that he did recover the money

and kept it for himself?

- No. He-he wouldn�t do something like that.

- Vivian Moon experienced three break-ins in Manhattan.

She claimed that each time, men broke in and demanded money

after her husband died.

It stands to reason that they were looking for the money

that Johnny Moon recovered on your behalf.

- If he did, I knew nothing of it.

- Uh...

Do you recognize either of these men?

(sighs)

- No.

But if they�re from Philadelphia,

I�ll bet these are the men who stole from me.

- Do you believe Vivian Moon capable of killing?

- Of course not.

- Not even in self-defence?

- No.

But, well,

I suppose you never really know anyone, do you?

(phone ringing)

- Yes? - Albie?

- Vivian.

- Can you meet me for dinner?

- What�s going on? Are you all right?

- Dario�s. Eight o�clock?

- I�ll be there.

- Johnny Moon was hired by Cecil Winchester

to recover twenty thousand dollars.

Now, I believe he did recover it,

but he told Mr. Winchester that he didn�t.

- I thought Mr. Moon�s death was an accident.

- Well, that�s what Inspector Choi said.

- You think he�s lying? - I don�t know,

but I find this Mr. Winchester a very compelling figure

in all of this, and I don�t believe his reasons

for hopping on a train to Toronto.

- He�s after the money. - Yes, sir.

- What about the woman?

- Also very compelling.

- Choi certainly thinks so.

- We have to assume that Vivian Moon

had the money after her husband died.

Why else would everyone be following her here to Toronto?

- Was it in her suitcase? - I don�t think so.

My theory is that Stokes was staking out the hotel

precisely because the suitcase didn�t contain the money.

- She still had it

and she killed him when he came looking for it.

- Possibly. Or Winchester did, or someone else,

but I simply don�t have the evidence

to confirm any theory at this point.

- I know where this is going to lead:

right to Mrs. Vivian Moon.

- Are you ready to order, sir? - Uh, not yet.

Uh, bourbon.

(indistinct chatter)

Thank you.

(soft tense music)

(ticking)

Vivian!

- What are you doing here? - What�s going on?

- I�m going up to my room.

- Why did you send me to the restaurant?

What are you hiding from me?

- I had second thoughts.

I don�t want to be with you.

- You decided this just now? Tonight?

- Yes.

- I don�t believe you. What�s changed?

- It�s too soon. I�m in mourning.

- You�re lying. - I�m not.

I thought I wanted to be with you, but I was wrong.

- I�m coming in. We can talk about this.

- No. - Vivian, please.

- I don�t want to see you anymore. Leave me alone.

(Brackenreid): Myrtle Winchester.

(Watts): Fisherman found her. Shot through the chest.

Second person in as many days killed near this hotel.

- Poor girl. Not even a proper coat.

Perhaps she was moved, maybe from inside the hotel.

- Why do you say that?

- Well, according to Murdoch,

there are at least two people staying here

who are capable of murder.

(tense music)

- Constable Roberts.

- Sir.

- Did you see the person who left this?

- Yes. A woman came in last night around eight o�clock.

- You just let her in?

- She was already in here when I saw her.

I told her to get out. - Very well.

- She was killed by a small-calibre

gunshot wound to the heart.

- Any signs of other trauma?

- No. If she was moved, it was done

after lividity set in.

And there�s one more thing.

I found fibre fragments inside the bullet wound.

- From the clothing she was wearing?

- It matches the colour of her scarf.

Detective, take a look.

- Smooth. Just like the ones on Jasper Stokes.

- Artificial silk. - Never heard of it.

- It�s made from a synthetic fibre, viscose,

a new invention out of Europe.

- Is the scarf from Europe? - I don�t believe so.

But there is one factory in the United States

making viscose. - You think Myrtle Winchester

used her scarf to strangle Mr. Stokes?

- It was a different colour.

If a scarf was used to strangle Stokes,

then it was another shade of blue.

(Cecil): I did real estate for a while.

Now I let my money make money.

- Cecil Winchester.

He was wearing a scarf just like his wife�s, blue.

- Bring him in.

- I�ll pay Mr. Winchester a visit.

- Watts. - Mm-hmm?

- Take a couple of constables and canvass the area

around the hotel.

- Maybe someone saw him in the alley last night.

- Detective, Myrtle Winchester was found dead near the hotel?

- Directly behind it.

- Hm. What time do you believe the murder happened?

- She was last seen just after 10 o�clock.

(ticking)

- Vivian!

Thank you, Detective.

- Oi, Choi.

You know something about this.

- No. No, I don�t.

- Mm-mm.

(tense music)

(Vivian): Albie, I�ll never forget our time together.

But things have changed.

I�m so sorry I couldn�t say goodbye,

but please know I care about you terribly.

I�ll always hold you in my heart.

Love, Vivian.

(soft music)

(soft mysterious music)

- Cecil Winchester.

I�m here to arrest you

on suspicion of murder of Jasper Stokes.

And I believe this scarf is the murder weapon.

What do you have to say for yourself?

(sighs)

- What does it matter?

(glass shattering)

- Let me in. - No. Get--

Albert! Albert, stop!

Stop.

- You used me! - Get out of here.

- You didn�t give me that clock as a memento.

You used me to transport your dirty money.

- Is that what you care about?

- You knew exactly what you were doing.

Was it all just a ruse? Every moment a lie?

- Yes! Now get out of here.

- I�m not going anywhere.

- This wasn�t supposed to happen.

- The murder of Mr. Stokes?

- No, Myrtle.

- Is this a confession-- - Myrtle.

- ...Mr. Winchester? Did you murder your wife?

- Why didn�t she just give her the money? It was our money.

- W-wait, wait. Stop.

Who are we talking about?

- Vivian Moon.

- Leave, right now.

- I got your letter.

It was so kind.

You liked me when I was your patsy,

but now I�m a problem. Why? What changed?

- I used you. And now I�m done. That�s it.

(Vivian gasps)

- Myrtle Winchester.

She came for her money back and you killed her.

- I didn�t kill anyone.

But you have to go, now, or I can�t protect you.

- Protect me from what?

(door opens)

Johnny. You�re alive. (gun clicks)

- Hello, Albert.

- Didn�t take long for you to move in, did it, Albert?

- What the hell is going on? Why would you fake your death?

- Oh, come on!

I took the money and they started coming at me

from all sides.

They were going to kill me.

It was my only way out.

- And you helped him. - No.

I didn�t know a thing until he showed up yesterday.

- But the clock?

- She didn�t know the money was in there.

I was planning on coming back for it.

But you gave it to him before I had the chance.

- And you killed those two men.

(scoffs)

- Those thieves have been taking care of themselves.

- And Myrtle Winchester?

- That was regrettable.

She came to the room and she saw me.

I had no choice.

- No choice but to kill her?

- No one can know I�m alive.

(gun clicks)

No one.

- Don�t do this. Just leave. Make a run for it.

- Come on. I could�ve been gone already.

Vivian brought me the money last night.

But I saw you talking to her.

And I can�t trust that she didn�t rat me out.

I�ve been waiting for you.

- Just go, Johnny. I�m your friend.

- Friends? You two fell into bed with each other

soon as I was out of the picture!

- Johnny, please.

(gunshot)

(Vivian gasps) (Vivian): Albie?!

- Wait right here.

- Albie! (Choi groaning)

(sobbing)

- You can blame yourself for this, Vivian.

- Inspector!

Let her go!

- Got it.

(Vivian): Albie!

- Hey! (grunts)

(grunting)

- Hold him there!

(sinister music)

Inspector!

Inspector! Here.

(Choi breathing rapidly)

Someone! Help!

Call an ambulance! Please, help!

(theme music)

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