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[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Bell rings ]

Good morning, ladies.

I trust you are prepared for another day

serving at Eaton and Company, Canada's greatest store.

And remember, you are ladies serving ladies.

Which means, Miss Richardson,

no loafing behind the counter,

no engaging in idle chatter.

Isn't that right?

Yes, Mr. Monk.

Miss Richardson, the ladies of Rosedale

do not want to be served by a cow chewing her cud.

And as for the rest of you, I implore you to refrain

from using common familiarities.

Our esteemed customers

do not wish to be referred to as "dearie."

And please, no "heaven help me" looks

exchanged while serving.

- What do I expect at all times? - Decorum, Mr. Monk.

We are Mr. Timothy's ambassadors.

Decorum. Thank you, Miss Redmund.

Miss Sykes.

Your services will no longer be required.

Sir, I can't afford not to work. Why are you firing me?

You know perfectly well.

I do not make the rules. I merely follow them.

Collect your wages on your way out.

Pompous prig.

What are you staring at?

- Flo, I'm very sorry. - Save your sympathies, Helen.

Monk'll get his one of these days.

I can't fathom how Flo thought

she could pull one over on Mr. Monk.

She was foolish to waste the chance she was given.

Good morning, ladies.

Oh, that looks beautiful, doesn't it?

What do you think of this one?

Oh, no. For you, miss, these.

You came back for the cream, didn't you?

I just knew you would.

Did you see that missus eyeing the hat pins?

She was about to help herself.

Till Eva closed the case right smartly.

- She almost took off her finger. - [ Laughs ]

[ Creaking ]

What are you doing here?

CRABTREE: Mr. Preston Monk, sir.

He was the manager

at the Eaton Company's ladies' wear department.

The stock boy found him first thing this morning.

George, was this open like this?

Yes.

That's unusual.

The safety mechanism should have prevented that.

Mm.

It was jammed.

Also unusual.

Sabotage.

Murder.

Awful business, this, Inspector.

Had Preston Monk worked here long, Mr. Eaton?

About a year.

My father brought him over from Harrods in London.

He was helping to train the shop girls,

give them a bit of polish.

Not an easy task, though they're working hard to be more genteel.

What sort of man was Monk?

An exemplary employee.

Always had the best interests of Eaton's at heart.

- A hard taskmaster? - When he had to be.

Most of these girls came in

lacking even basic social graces.

Ladies. Ladies, attention, please.

This is Inspector Blackenreid.

- Brackenreid. - Brackenreid.

He and his men will be conducting an investigation

into Mr. Monk's tragic death.

You are to give him your full cooperation.

Ladies.

Inspector.

In the meantime,

ladies' wear will conduct business as usual.

Miss Pearce, can I ask you to act as interim manager?

Of course, Mr. Eaton.

[ Whispering ] What a surprise.

I won't disappoint you, sir.

EATON: Thank you, Miss Pearce.

I know I can rely on your discretion in this matter.

Our customers need not know the details

of Mr. Monk's sudden departure.

- Inspector. - Mr. Eaton.

A moment, Miss, uh...

Helen Richardson.

You don't think much of Miss Pearce's promotion?

Pearl should've been made manager.

She's been here the longest.

Why did Mr. Eaton choose Miss Pearce?

Whatever Eva wants, Eva gets.

Inspector.

Thank you.

MURDOCH: Dr. Grace.

Yes, Detective Murdoch. I'm finished here.

Can the body be taken to the morgue?

Yes. Thank you, Doctor.

MAN: Can I help you?

You are?

Jake Barker.

Ah, yes. You operate this elevator.

Yes.

And you also care for its maintenance?

Yes. Every night.

I'm curious, then.

Perhaps you can tell me why

I found the safety mechanism to be jammed.

Monk.

He could never leave the thing alone.

Complained it made a racket,

disturbed his precious customers.

I told him not to go messing with it.

So you believe Mr. Monk opened the gate?

He always thought that he knew better than all of us.

Does anyone else operate this elevator?

No, sir. Just me.

PEARCE: I can't believe Mr. Monk's dead.

It's so very, very horrible.

So Mr. Monk was in the habit

of checking the department before he left?

It seems he's turned out the lights for the last time.

You're taking his untimely death rather calmly, miss.

I don't cry easily, sir. But when I do, it's private.

Certainly Mr. Monk wouldn't approve of the public displays.

Nevertheless, Miss Pearce,

you may need this.

You must have a quite a collection of handkerchiefs,

handing them to every woman in distress.

Thank you anyway.

Are you sure you don't want to read these

before they go to Darcy's lawyer?

I'm quite sure.

It's not every day you're named co-respondent

in a divorce proceeding.

It's your last chance.

Dr. Ogden!

- Dr. Grace. - How fortuitous.

I was about to share my results with Detective Murdoch.

Why don't you join us?

I'd be delighted.

Multiple contusions, largely to the left side of his torso,

which received the brunt of the impact.

His left arm was broken in two places,

his hip and left ankle badly fractured.

And this.

- DR. OGDEN: May I, Dr. Grace? - Please.

- A most unusual wound. - I noted that.

Whatever he came into contact with

had a very specific shape.

MURDOCH: Hm.

Have you a time of death, Doctor?

Considering rigor mortis,

somewhere between 6:00 and 8:00 p.m.

Very good.

This has been an illuminating visit, but I must go.

Do you miss the morgue, Dr. Ogden?

I can't honestly say that I do.

And I'm so happy to see it in such capable hands.

I'll leave you both to your corpse.

You said Mr. Monk hit something very specific?

[ Clears throat ]

I did, Detective.

Mm.

Right, then, George.

We're looking for something 5/16 of an inch

by 1 1/8 inch.

CRABTREE: Well, sir, there are all sorts of nuts and bolts

and thises and that's he could hit on the way down,

but not much blood evidence.

With a head injury, as you know, sir, you bleed like a stuck pig.

That's a very good point, George.

Perhaps we should expand our search.

George.

Sir?

Blood.

Monk was killed here by a blow to the head,

then thrown down the elevator shaft.

An attempt to make it look like an accident.

- Seal off the area. - Sir.

I'm just a working girl trying to hold down a job.

I don't know anything about any murder.

How long have you worked for Mr. Monk?

Four months. Four long months.

What do you mean?

He has these ways.

He wanted us to become ladies,

and I tried as hard as I could, but he always found fault.

And did he treat all of the girls the same way?

All except Eva.

I'm S ry?

Eva Pearce.

I'd never be like Miss Perfect Pearce,

her flaunting herself the way she does.

Well, then, you must be relieved

that Mr. Monk is no longer alive to torment you.

I lived in fear that he'd let me go, but I didn't kill him.

I wouldn't go near that elevator.

Scares me to death, that thing.

I see.

Where were you last night between 6:00 and 8:00?

I went home. There's six of us there.

I look after the youngsters when Mam works the night shift.

Thank you.

Between 6:00 and 8:00? I was out with the girls.

I understand Mr. Monk was demanding,

sometimes even demeaning.

Did you find him to be so?

I appreciated what he was trying to do for us.

Mr. Monk was raising us up,

teaching us better ways of talking, manners and such.

He told me I had potential if I was more like Eva.

But no one's like Eva.

- Oh, Miss Pearce? - Yes.

Detective Murdoch.

I met Inspector Brackenreid.

Your superior, I assume.

Yes. Yes, he is.

He seems an affable sort.

I don't know how we can help you, Detective.

None of us would kill Mr. Monk.

If you're looking for a suspect,

Mr. Eaton can supply you with a list of employees

Mr. Monk dismissed.

And may I ask where you were

last evening between 6:00 and 8:00?

Do I need an alibi?

It's just a routine question.

I've watched you, Detective.

You seem anything but routine.

If you could please answer the question.

I was with Pearl and the other girls.

We arranged to have a consoling gin

with Florence Sykes.

And what was her mood last night?

I don't know. She never showed up.

MURDOCH: Florence Sykes?

Who's asking?

Detective William Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

You were let go from the Eaton's department store, yes?

When did that become a crime?

It's not. But murder is.

Mr. Monk was killed last night.

Oh, God.

Miss Sykes, why were you dismissed?

I tried to stop him. Really, I did.

Stop whom?

My husband, Jim.

It's against Eaton Company policy

to hire married women, so he fired me.

And your husband found out about it.

He stormed off to give Monk a piece of his mind.

I tried to stop him.

Where might I find Mr. Sykes?

Mr. Sykes?

Mr. Sykes.

Yeah?

What business did you have with Preston Monk last night?

Who the blazes are you?

Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

Answer me.

Yes, I went there.

So what?

The bastard treated my Flo like a piece of dirt.

He dismissed your wife, so you killed him.

What do you mean?

Preston Monk was murdered last night.

I didn't do anything.

You deny being there?

No. No, no.

I went there, all right, ready to do him harm,

and I saw another man with him, a big man.

I couldn't take on both of them.

What time was this?

Between 6:00 and 7:00. I can't be right sure.

Right, Mr. Sykes, come with me.

I didn't do anything.

Then you have nothing to worry about, do you?

JIM: He had a mustache.

This sort of a mustache?

- More of a mustache. - More of a mustache.

I can assure you, Mr. Eaton,

I've got my best men working on this.

I appreciate your efforts, Inspector Brackenreid.

I don't want this morbid affair to affect morale at the store.

And you've got a reputation to protect.

Eaton's is one of the biggest department stores in the world,

but that doesn't mean our competition

isn't nipping at our heels.

We're investigating this as discreetly as possible.

My father hopes to pass on the store one day.

He'd prefer I inherited an asset, not a liability.

Good day.

Mr. Eaton.

What have you got, Murdoch?

I've just had my ear bent by Eaton the younger,

so it better be good.

Well, sir, we have the ldenti-Kit.

Is that all he could come up with?

That could be any one of a hundred men.

Hardly worth the effort.

Keep at it, George.

- Are you quite ready? - Yes, Eva.

I am to be referred to as Miss Pearce.

Sorry.

Miss Pearce.

Ladies, we can improve our sales by following a few simple tips.

Remember to flatter your customers.

They want to hear how fetching they will look

in their new tea gown.

And touch the dress as you talk.

The garment will seem more alluring.

Detective Murdoch.

Good day, Miss Pearce. Ladies.

And how can we help the constabulary today?

I wonder if any of you have seen this man before.

Anyone?

What is a stock boy doing, presuming to be on the floor?

Pearl, send him away.

Customers are about to arrive.

Come on, Mr. Barker. Let's go.

How about you?

I've never seen him.

We'll talk about this later.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

- Darcy. - Hello, Julia.

Am I interrupting?

I received these from my lawyer.

It's all very, uh, thorough.

I'm sorry it's such a tawdry business, Darcy.

I know this isn't easy for you.

Our outing last week... I really enjoyed being with you again.

Yes.

I'm pleased that we can be friends.

In the past I may not have expressed

the affection I have for you, but I... I really do feel it.

And if you could give me another chance...

We've decided, Darcy.

I'm not ready to let you go, Julia.

That's how you really feel about me?

I'm sorry.

You walk arm in arm with him.

You're seen kissing him in public.

What are you doing?

If I can't have you for my wife, neither can he.

Julia, is everything all right?

I'm perfectly fine.

I thoroughly enjoy being stifled in this cocoon.

What do you mean?

Darcy ripped up the divorce papers.

Oh. Why did he do that?

I rejected his advances and wounded his male pride!

I'm sure he'll come around in time.

No, he won't.

He's determined to punish me.

What do we do?

We live together.

Openly.

And suffer the scandal.

No, we won't suffer. Well...

We'll shock everyone and revel in the outrageousness.

- Julia... - What do you think, William?

Can we really be that bold?

I... I have to go.

Sir, I collected the pinch bars you requested.

Very good.

You may want to begin with this one, sir.

It's from the ladies' wear stock room.

Right. Can you fetch my ultraviolet light, please?

- Perfect. - [ Clicks, hums ]

Could you switch off the lights, please?

Blood?

Even better.

A fingermark.

I hope this will wash off, Constable.

It's just printing ink, Miss Redmund.

But how will printing ink help find the murderer?

Well, Detective Murdoch... And myself...

Have devised a way to raise fingermarks

from surfaces or objects connected to a crime scene.

You don't say.

It's irrefutable evidence.

A silent witness, if you will.

Very interesting.

Well, we're all done. Thank you.

You're very knowledgeable, Constable.

Well, I am the detective's right-hand man.

He's very lucky to have you.

This idea of a store

that sells everything you need under one roof

is quite clever, isn't it, sir?

I mean, you could buy a ham, a hammock, and a hammer,

all without getting wet.

If it was raining, I suppose.

Although if it were raining,

you would probably be disinclined to buy a hammock.

You'd be better...

Sir.

What is it, George?

A match.

The fingermark on the weapon...

...Is the stock boy, Jake Barker.

Mr. Barker.

Toronto Constabulary. Open up.

All right, George. Have at it.

We're too late.

So it would appear Barker shot himself, then, sir.

Not so fast, George.

Have a look around. Tell me what you see.

Nothing unusual.

There are two glasses on this table,

which would suggest Mr. Barker had a visitor.

One of the glasses has his fingermarks,

and the other has been wiped clean.

Take a look at the stove.

Ash. It's been used recently.

And yet the last two nights were quite hot.

Strange inconsistencies.

Exactly.

Bloody hell.

Sir, it would appear he shot himself.

I can see that, Crabtree.

So Barker kills Monk and then offs himself.

I'll go and tell Mr. Eaton the case is closed.

Inspector, I said, "It would appear he shot himself."

What are you talking about?

Notice the two glasses on the table, sir...

One covered in Barker's fingermarks,

the other, none at all,

which would suggest that somebody else was here.

Somebody who did not want their identity revealed.

He still shot himself. He's holding the bloody gun.

MURDOCH: Actually, sir,

I believe someone else shot Barker

and placed the gun in his hand.

My thinking as well, Detective. In fact, it is my thinking...

That's enough thinking from you, Crabtree.

Don't push it.

So, what's the connection between Barker and Monk?

Who's got a grievance with both of them?

Perhaps our mystery man who was with Monk

also paid Mr. Barker a visit.

Unfortunately, Mr. Sykes doesn't seem to remember him.

Right.

Well, let's go and see if we can't awaken

Mr. Sykes' senses, shall we?

It's a bit early for a drink.

How can I help Toronto's fine constabulary?

BRACKENREID: Is this the man you saw with Monk?

No. He was older than that.

And what else?

I described him as best I could.

Describe him better.

I told you all I know.

He was in the office, spouting off,

pointing at Monk with his big, fat cigar.

Hey!

Get yourself a job

and stop having the missus do your duty.

It's not a very good likeness,

but it could be a chap who shops here.

What's his name?

Oh, I don't know. He just buys cigars from me.

Cuban tobacco.

From the Vuelta Abajo region, to be exact.

It's an expensive cigar but worth every penny.

I bring them in specially.

I don't suppose you know where he lives.

No.

If he comes by again, would you let us know?

Of course.

I didn't know Jake Barker very well.

When was this photograph taken?

Last year at the Cabbagetown street fair.

We were at the photograph booth at the same time.

At the exact same time? That's quite a coincidence.

What do you mean?

Miss Redmund, I believe you knew Jake Barker quite well.

I saw the way you spoke to him in the store.

I was helping him keep his job.

Miss Redmund, if you are withholding information,

that's obstruction of a murder investigation.

Now, was he your beau?

He wasn't interested in me.

There are two girls in the photograph.

PEARCE: Yes, I knew Jake Barker.

Why did you not tell me?

I didn't think it relevant to your investigation.

It was quite pertinent, Miss Pearce.

Jake Barker murdered Preston Monk.

No. That can't be.

The evidence is conclusive.

I didn't think he'd go that far.

Do you know why he killed Monk?

It was my fault.

What do you mean?

Jake and I were together for a brief time

before I joined the Eaton Company.

But it wasn't easy, Detective Murdoch.

If another man so much as glanced at me,

Jake would fly into a fit of jealousy.

He saw rivals for my attention wherever we went.

In the end, I had no choice but to run away from him.

Miss Pearce, what does this have to do with Preston Monk?

Mr. Monk changed my life.

He opened up new worlds I didn't think possible.

Do you know what that feels like to a girl like me, Detective?

A chance to make a new start? A chance to be someone?

And then Jake found me.

- When was this? - Two months ago.

He saw how much time and attention

Mr. Monk was spending on me.

It drove him mad with jealousy.

He hounded me, begging me to come back to him.

I pleaded with him to let me go, but he was relentless.

Did you know Jake was going to kill Monk?

I never thought him a violent man.

I didn't realize how far he'd go.

Now two men are dead because of me.

Miss Pearce, you now hold Mr. Monk's position

in the ladies' wear department, do you not?

I am the interim manager.

So it would seem that you benefited greatly

from Mr. Monk's demise.

I suppose I did.

I hadn't thought of it that way.

That's all I have for the moment, Miss Pearce.

Detective, if I were to Kill,

it wouldn't be for a job at Eaton's.

I just don't see her as a murderer.

I'm not sure she is, sir.

You have an opinion, Doctor?

Gentlemen, you are proof positive.

Miss Pearce is a classic manipulator.

A somewhat hasty conclusion.

She controlled the entire interview.

She uses provocative, distracting gestures.

Her smile. The smoothing of her dress.

Her choked tears.

Would you like a more detailed analysis?

Yes, I would.

Miss Pearce was at her most vulnerable

when you produced the photograph of her with Barker.

But she quickly used this to her advantage.

From the moment she said the murder was her fault,

she was driving the interview.

But I was asking the questions.

Which she used to cleverly portray herself as the victim,

changing the rhythm of the interview,

holding you in her gaze.

That's how she disarmed you.

I was hardly disarmed.

Dr. Ogden has got a point, Murdoch.

I felt it myself when I met Miss Pearce.

She looked at me as she said...

Inspector.

Like I was someone she wanted to remember.

As though you were special to her.

Oh, it would appear you aren't the only one, sir.

John Craig Eaton.

Heir to the Eaton family fortune.

I understand you've been courting Mr. Eaton.

For now. He finds me quite charming.

That's certainly a step up from stock boy, Miss Pearce.

I don't need a job at Eaton's.

I have other plans.

Plans that could involve you, Detective.

DR. OGDEN: Did you desire her?

Yes, I did.

What do you think?

Well...

You may never feel the same way about shopping again.

Julia, be serious.

Your dream confirms my instincts.

Miss Pearce uses her erotic power to seduce men.

I wasn't seduced.

Consciously, you were impervious.

But Miss Pearce invaded your subconscious

and emerged in your dreams.

What do you mean? She's a siren of some sort?

No.

But Dr. Freud suggests

we are all ruled by our sexual urges,

consciously or unconsciously.

What does this have to do

with the deaths of Barker and Monk?

Well, given her power over you,

imagine her hold on a man already in her thrall.

Are you saying she enticed Barker into killing Monk?

Quite possibly.

She told me that she wouldn't kill for Monk's job.

So why would Eva Pearce want Preston Monk dead?

Mr. Bennett, we got your message.

Oh, you missed your man.

He picked up his cigars not five minutes ago.

Did you see which way he went?

Towards the Queens Hotel.

Thank you.

Sir. Toronto Constabulary.

What in God's name are you doing?

The detective has a couple of questions for you, sir.

You're making a mistake.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm working on a matter of some delicacy.

Thank you for calling attention to me.

What is your name?

Gerald Biskind.

[ Clears throat ] Mr. Biskind,

did you have a meeting with a Preston Monk on Monday last?

Yes, I did.

He had me looking into one of the shop girls.

She had quite the past.

Soliciting, procuring of other young women.

I gave Monk a file full of unsavory details.

Which girl was it?

Eva Pearce.

Quite the looker, isn't she?

Eva knew that Monk made it his business

to check the backgrounds of the shop girls.

And if Monk knew about her past, Eva Pearce had to silence him.

Right.

He would ruin her chances of marrying into the Eaton family.

- She had the motive. - And a patsy to do it for her.

So when she saw Biskind arrive that evening

with a file in hand, she put two and two together...

He was working for Monk.

But then we didn't find anything in Monk's office.

Barker burned the file.

- The ashes in the fireplace. - Exactly.

So, Murdoch, how are you going to prove she was involved?

MURDOCH: Dr. Grace, have you toxicology results

on Jake Barker's postmortem?

I did discover something.

Let me guess. Large amounts of a sedative.

Exactly, Detective. Laudanum to be precise.

He was so sedated at the time of his death,

he couldn't have held a gun, let alone pulled the trigger.

He was definitely murdered.

We meet again, Detective.

Miss Pearce.

I now believe that you know far more about this matter

than you've been saying.

I do? Enlighten me.

Let's go back to the night

that Preston Monk was murdered.

As you were leaving for home, you saw a man,

Gerald Biskind, a private investigator,

arrive at the store.

I don't know any Gerald Biskind.

Oh, that's odd. Because he remembered you.

Men have a habit of noticing me.

You were no doubt worried that Mr. Monk

was going to find out about your past.

My past?

Come now, Miss Pearce, we both know what you were.

And you didn't want anyone finding that out.

Certainly not Mr. Eaton.

That's quite an insinuation, Detective.

So you devised a plan.

You turned to Jake Barker.

Your former beau.

Jake was besotted.

He would do anything to earn your favors.

You told him that Monk was out to destroy you

and had to be stopped.

I don't know what to do. I need help.

Oh, it's going to be okay.

- Will you help me? - Yeah.

Jake was in your thrall

until the constabulary proved

that Monk had indeed been murdered.

Jake got nervous.

He came looking for you.

That's when you realized

that he was becoming a liability,

And you had to kill him.

I did no such thing.

The two of you met at Barker's room.

You had drinks.

Like old times.

You poured a powerful sedative in his drink.

He didn't feel a thing, did he?

You put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger...

[ Gunshot ]

...then wiped everything that you had touched clean,

as if you'd never been there.

You knew about fingermark evidence

because you had overheard.

Constable Crabtree's helpful information.

You killed Jake Barker, Miss Pearce.

You have no evidence. Not one piece.

I fully intend to prove your guilt.

Take your time, Detective.

Constable.

Miss Pearce will wait for me in the cells.

You have no right.

In the cells.

That's where we put your kind.

I thought you couldn't get a fingermark

from such a small casing.

I didn't get a whole fingermark, sir.

Just part of the outer rim.

That's not a part. That's a piece of a part.

Even if I can match just a part of one...

Then we've got her.

I don't say this enough, Murdoch,

but you do have some brilliant ideas.

Thank you, sir.

Except that this isn't a match.

It's not her.

Bloody hell.

So if it wasn't Eva who shot Barker, who the hell did?

MURDOCH: He was your beau, Miss Redmund.

And she stole him from you.

Eva has a way of getting everything she wants.

But you figured it out.

You realized that Eva persuaded Jake to kill Monk.

She seduced him.

Promising they'd be together again.

He was a fool to believe her.

She had her sights set higher than the stock boy.

I gave him a chance.

I told him I wouldn't tell a soul what he'd done

if he came back to me.

He just laughed at me.

And that's when you decided to kill him

and to frame Eva for the murder.

It was just desserts for what they did to Mr. Monk.

And to you, Miss Redmund.

You're free to go, Miss Pearce.

I told the detective everything Jake said.

How you put him up to killing Mr. Monk.

Words from a dead man carry very little weight.

Am I right, Detective?

You won't get away with it, Eva.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm very happy to see the end of this sordid affair.

The Eaton family is very grateful

for your discretion, Inspector.

A word of advice, son...

Don't dip your pen in the company ink.

So she gets to walk away, Murdoch,

even though she was the cause of all this?

I'm afraid so.

You've got to give it to her.

She's a survivor.

DR. OGDEN: Eva Pearce has enormous power.

Even you were attracted to her.

It was a fleeting moment, Julia.

[ Chuckles ] A man throws away his life for a woman,

even kills for her, he wants her that much.

Apparently.

What about me, William?

Have I asked too much of you with my immodest proposal?

You are so lovely to me, Julia,

but we can only truly be together

if we are married.

I won't compromise you.

Probably not the answer you wanted to hear.

But you have principles.

Yes, I do.

And if you went against them,

you wouldn't be the man I want to marry.

Really?

Don't be silly.

If anything, this makes me love you more.

So, what happens now?

We wait.

In time, Darcy will give in.

Perhaps.

In the meantime, let's enjoy this beautiful day.

Yes.

So, Detective,

have any other heavenly creatures

entered your dreams of late?

Oh, no, no. Not at all.

- Just you. - [ Giggles ]

Excuse me, miss. You dropped this.

Oh, thank you.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

No.

My sweetheart left me.

I would say that man's a fool.

Oh, you are too kind, sir.

May I interest you in a cup of tea?

Yes.

That would be lovely.

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