All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S06E11 - Lovers in a Murderous Time (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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[ Horse snorts ]

[ Man grunts, screams ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What have we, George?

Sir, he's as yet unidentified.

Young Mr. Hawkins here
discovered him at first light.

He summoned
a patrolling constable.

Oh.
That's a good lad.

Um, do you recognize
the pitchfork?

Yes, sir.
I use it to muck out the stalls.

Mm.

Did you walk around the body
at all?

No, sir.

I saw him when I arrived.

I didn't come in.
I was scared.

Yes. Of course.
Anyone would have been.

- Do you know this man?
- Yes, sir.

- Do you know his name?
- No.

But he gives me a few coppers
to brush down his horse

when he comes to the hotel.

Was he a frequent visitor?

Fairly so.

Right, then.

George, I'll need
my footprint-casting kit.

Sir. Right away.

Good job, son.

Tundall, no one in or out.
Understand?

Right.

WOMAN:
Constable!

Constable!

Help me.

Oh, please help me.

Madame, what's wrong?

I-I need the protection
of the Toronto Constabulary.

I'm being confined
against my will.

Sir?

Oh, I beg you.

Please take me
to a place of safety.

What is it, George?

Sir, this woman claims to be...

Miss Dawes!

It's too late.
She's discovered my ruse.

Thank the blessed Lord
you've come to no harm.

Don't be deceived by her piety.

Uh, what's going on here?

This is Miss Felicity Dawes,
Sir.

And you are?

Miss Isabel Webster,
Miss Dawes' nurse.

Uh, Miss Dawes,
is this your nurse?

Isabel?

Of course she is.
Why are you asking?

Are you or are you not
being held against your will?

Of course not!

Miss Dawes is not of sound mind.

She has a vivid imagination
and is easily alarmed.

Ah. So this is all
a big misunderstanding, then.

Thank you, Miss Webster.

Who will care for his beloved
horse now he has died?

Now that who has died?

My fiancé.

He was killed in the stables
last night.

ISABEL:
Miss Dawes, you must rest now.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

Oh, will you take his horse?

She's a real beauty.

Well, apparently our stable boy
wasn't the only one

to see the dead body.

MURDOCH:
The question is,

is Miss Dawes a witness
or the murderer?

I'll be with you
in just a moment, Dr. Grace.

Take your time, Detective.

I don't believe our corpse
is going anywhere.

- Doctor.
- Constable.

Always a pleasure.

What have you, George?

Sir, the deceased fits the
description of a Tobias Pincher,

who was seen last evening in
the lounge of the Imperial Hotel

playing dice.

- Very good.
- That's not all, sir.

Mr. Pincher was indeed
Miss Dawes' fiancé.

Where is Miss Dawes now?

Close by, sir.

She lives in a suite of rooms
at the hotel.

TUNDALL:
Good morning, Doctor.

Good day, everyone.

Dr. Ogden.
Thank you for coming so quickly.

Miss Dawes knows details
about her fiancé's murder

only a witness could know.

Or the murderer.

What exactly
are her eccentricities?

According to her nurse,
she's quite deranged

and imagines things.

That's more than eccentric,
William.

That's why I need you to speak
with her.

Miss Dawes,
my name is Julia Ogden.

I'm a psychiatrist.

Oh, how fascinating.

Isabel, serve our guests
a sherry before lunch.

T-That won't be necessary.

FELICITY: Nothing like a sherry
to calm the nerves.

Please sit.

We don't get many visitors here

with the severity
of the winter storms.

DR. OGDEN:
I'm very sorry

to hear about the loss
of your fiancé, Miss Dawes.

Thank you.

We were to marry in two weeks,
you know.

Now my wedding party
will be a funeral.

DR. OGDEN:
Had you known Mr. Pincher long?

It's been almost six months,
ma'am.

Really?

It seems as if we just met
yesterday.

Have you been with Miss Dawes
all of that time?

Longer, sir.

I've worked for the mistress
nigh on seven years.

MURDOCH:
And did you see her last night?

I looked in on her at 11:00.
She was asleep.

Is it possible
that she could leave her rooms

without your knowledge?

It's possible.
She often wanders.

The death of someone close
to you must be a terrible shock.

Dead?

Is someone dead?
Why didn't you tell me?

DR. OGDEN:
A Tobias Pincher.

Tobias is dead?

I'm afraid so.

The pitchfork has penetrated
quite deep.

The prongs punctured his stomach

and any number
of internal organs.

- Thank you, Dr. Grace.
- CRABTREE: Sir?

Sir, I found a wallet
in the straw.

I believe it's Mr. Pincher's.

Right.

We'll bring it
to the station house.

What kind of man
would willingly marry a woman

who's clearly not in control
of her faculties?

I saw the pitchfork clearly.

So you remember?

Of course I remember.

[ Man grunts, screams ]

It was a horrible way to die.

And a terrible thing
for you to witness, Miss Dawes.

Were you nearby?

Were you in the stable?

I don't know.

Perhaps it was just a dream.
Is that possible?

It is.

But perhaps something elicited
the dream...

Something you saw
or perhaps overheard.

Do you recall any such event?

You are so kind, Doctor.

I feel so reassured
in your presence.

So you don't recall
any violent memory...

A sight or a sound?

No.

Not at the moment.

Miss Dawes,
with your permission,

I would like to speak with you
further.

Would you be willing to come
to my office?

Doctor, how exciting.

Well, good.
We can arrange for...

Isabel.

Isabel.

Oh, this is most wonderful.

Isabel, the doctor is arranging
our passage at last.

Pack my warmest clothes
for the journey.

And make sure we have
enough blankets for the sleigh.

Yes, madam.

I look forward
to seeing you again.

And I you.

I can't thank you enough.

I thought I would never see
Moscow.

I'll see you tomorrow,
Miss Dawes.

Does Miss Dawes often create
imaginary scenarios?

I shouldn't like to speculate
on her condition, Doctor.

As much as I appreciate
your loyalty, Miss Webster,

any information you have
could be helpful

in diagnosing her condition.

If you think it will help.

I do.

Her imaginings
have been getting worse.

She often thinks of herself
as a character from a story.

Do they last long?

She usually forgets them
after a time.

Moscow I've heard before.
She loves the Russian classics.

But the stable...
That's a new one.

A pitchfork isn't a common
murder weapon.

But very convenient if you're
killing someone in a stable.

Very good, sir.

It also suggests
that the murder wasn't planned.

Any fingermarks?

Only that of the stable boy's.

BRACKENREID:
The murderer wore gloves.

CRABTREE:
Sirs.

I've discovered Tobias Pincher

had something
of a checkered past.

- How so?
- He was a known gambler, sir.

He had debts from Kingston
to Etobicoke.

Miss Dawes, on the other hand,

had inherited
a substantial fortune.

So he was marrying her money,
not her.

Sounds like she got lucky.

I also found a man who was
with Mr. Pincher last night.

We were engaged
in a lively game of dice.

MURDOCH:
How lively?

We'd all had a bit to drink.

- Including Mr. Pincher?
- Oh, he was buying.

Thought that was a good way
to run his cheat on us.

What time did the game end?

Around 11:00.

Was that the last time
you saw him?

I spotted him in the courtyard
not long after,

in a heated conversation
with one of the players.

Oh.
Who was this?

I don't know his name.
He was a guest at the hotel.

A foreigner.

CRABTREE:
Smith, Green, Roberts, Jones...

Rod-rigueez.

Rod-rigwez?

Rodriguez.

Well, sounds foreign to me, sir.

Mm.

Room 206.

We'd like to speak to your guest
Mr. Carl Rodriguez, please,

in 206.

Sorry, Detective.
He just checked out.

- When was this?
- Just, uh, moments ago.

George.

I'll need the key to room 206,
please.

Certainly, sir.

WOMAN:
[ Laughs ] Oh, Darcy.

[ Both laugh]

The key, sir.

[ Echoing ]
Sir, the key.

[ Woman laughs ]

- Sir?
- Mm.

- The key?
- Yes.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Excuse me, sir.
Did you see anybody go in there?

Why, uh, just a moment ago, sir.

Why...

You in there!
Toronto Constabulary!

[ Grunts]

You're coming with me!

I've done nothing wrong.

Then why were you running?!

[ Chuckles ]

You're pretty fast
on your feet there, Constable.

Thanks, old-timer.

You are a visitor to Canada,
Mr. Rodriguez?

Yes. From Madrid.
I'm here on business.

Business?

Yes.
I export fine jewelry.

I'm here for meetings
with Mr. Henry Birks.

What is this about?

Where were you last night?

Playing dice
at the Imperial Hotel.

If I may...
How did you come by that bruise?

I observed one of the players
cheating.

After the match,
I challenged him.

This was his response.

Which player was this?

Mr. Pincher was his name,
I believe.

Mm.

What time and where
did this altercation take place?

Some time after 11:00,
in the hotel courtyard.

I see.

Mr. Pincher was killed
last night.

I know nothing about that.

These are your boots, yes?

Which I found in your room.

They match these
footprint castings perfectly.

How do you explain that?

I cannot, Detective.

Where were you last night
after 11:00?

In my room... alone.

Do you have anything else you'd
like to tell me, Mr. Rodriguez?

Well, then,
perhaps a night in our cells

will help refresh your memory.

Do you think I am mad, Doctor?

No, I don't.

Then why am I here?

You're having
distressing thoughts,

and I might be able to help you.

I'd like you to take yourself
into the stable dream again.

The stable?

Tell me what you saw.

It was dark in there.

[ Horses snorting ]

There were horses in the stable.

[ Bell tolling ]

A church bell rings midnight.

- A church bell?
- Yes.

It was loud enough
to startle the horses.

[ Horse neighs ]

Then I saw a man.

What did he look like?

He was in the shadows.
I-I couldn't see him.

The pitchfork.

DR. OGDEN:
Who is holding the pitchfork?

FELICITY: Tobias was there.
He looked terrified.

TOBIAS:
[ Grunts]

Oh, my God.

DR. OGDEN:
What is it, Miss Dawes?

It was me.

Oh, my God.
I killed him.

DR. OGDEN: Did you love
your fiancé, Miss Dawes?

I think I did.

Why would you want to harm him?

What do you mean?

I'm sorry.

I-I must leave.

I must prepare the house
for winter.

Isabel?
Where's Isabel?

Oh, there you are.

- We have to go.
- Is everything all right?

You can take her home now.

But you are not to let her out
of your sight.

Of course.

We will be home soon, madam.

Don't you worry.

Can you help her, Doctor?

I'm not sure.

But you will see her tomorrow?

Yes.
Yes. Of course.

Let us go, madam.

Yes.

We shouldn't keep
the woodcutters waiting.

MURDOCH:
Sleep well?

I've been in worse places.

Detective, I've told you
all I know.

I had an argument
with Mr. Pincher.

Then I left
and returned to my room.

Mr. Rodriguez,
I now have evidence

that you were inside
the stables.

I was not.

I suggest you start telling
the truth, sunshine.

George, could you please fetch
my fingermark kit?

Sir.

Well, that's part of the job
I must say I don't miss.

I consider it a form
of calisthenics.

What did you want to see?

The wounds.

These were made by a pitchfork?

Yes.

How deep are they?

DR. GRACE:
4 1/8 inches.

Dr. Ogden?

I'm trying to determine

if this blow could have
been struck by a woman...

A somewhat frail woman.

If she were determined enough.

Yes.
Thank you.

But it probably wasn't a woman.

Constable Crabtree told me

they arrested a likely culprit
yesterday.

MURDOCH:
Tobias Pincher's wallet.

And your fingermarks were found
on it.

How do you explain that?

I can't.

You had a fight with the victim,

your footprints were found
near his body,

and now your fingermarks
on his wallet.

Are you yet ready to tell me
what really happened?

I followed Pincher
in the stable.

I accused him of cheating
at dice.

He handed me his wallet,
telling me to take the money.

That is why you have found
my fingermarks.

I held his wallet,
but I did not kill him.

May I go now?

DR. OGDEN:
You wanted to talk to me?

Yes.

Um, Julia, it's a matter
of some delicacy.

Go ahead.

While I was at
the Imperial Hotel, I saw Darcy.

He was with a woman.

Oh.

Perhaps his sister?
She visits often.

I don't think it was his sister,
Julia.

They were coming down
from the rooms.

Ah.

So Darcy has a lady friend.

Not that it makes
any difference.

Of course it makes a difference.

No.

In order to petition
against him,

I have to prove adultery
and cruelty.

- You know this.
- Yes, I know this.

But surely now
you can appeal to him.

- He can't possibly refuse you.
- He won't listen.

He's determined to punish me.

Julia, you can't ignore this.

I don't intend to.

I will speak to Darcy
when I'm ready.

[ Sighs ]

I hear you have a suspect
in the stable case.

Yes, I do.

What did you learn from
your interview with Miss Dawes?

Only that she's prone
to the fantastical.

Perhaps I should interview her
myself.

I don't think so, William.

She's... She's quite delusional.

Julia, she's a potential
witness to a murder.

I need to speak with her.

DR. OGDEN: I'd like to sit in
on your interview,

as her doctor, William.

Has she something to hide?

Miss Webster, if you
could please wait outside.

I accompany Miss Dawes
everywhere.

Oh, it's all right, Isabel.

I'm more than happy
to talk to the detective.

Detective, has anyone ever
told you you're a handsome man?

We should be in there, you know.

She's not in her right mind.

Miss Dawes, how did you find out
your fiancé had been killed?

Surely the doctor told you,
Detective.

Told me what?

FELICITY:
It was me.

I killed him.

It was you?

I took the pitchfork
and stabbed him.

You stabbed him?

Mr. Rodriguez.

Make sure you don't leave
Toronto, sir.

We'll have men watching you.

- MURDOCH: Are you quite sure?
- FELICITY: I had no choice.

He had to be stopped.
Tobias was going to kill him.

MURDOCH:
Was going to kill whom?

Tristan.

Tristan?

Tristan Clavelle.

Miss Dawes, um...

if someone had stolen money
from you,

in your room,
would it be right to kill them?

Of course not.

And if they had hurt you?

Of course not.

You should have told me
the moment you heard.

She's my patient, William.

I don't disclose
what I'm told in confidence,

and I do not work for you.

Be that as it may, we have...

What about the man you arrested?

He was in the stables,

but I have no evidence
he murdered Pincher.

What evidence do you have
against Miss Dawes?

Well, I now have a confession!

From someone
not in her right mind!

She seems rational enough to me.

Oh.
Well, now you're a psychiatrist.

Julia, please.

She confessed to murder

while protecting someone
she's calling Tristan...

Clearly someone she imagined.

I haven't charged her yet,
but she is a suspect.

You should have told me.

Are you sure she's your suspect,
Murdoch?

Yes.

Well, that's a shame,

considering that Spanish fellow,
Rodriguez,

has just confessed to the murder
of one Tobias Pincher.

Well, aren't I a lucky sod,

working with a detective

who's so good that he's got
two different people

confessing to the same murder?

So, which one did it?

Miss Dawes is convinced
she did it.

What do you think?

She described the murder weapon,
a pitchfork.

How did she come by
that knowledge?

Then we charge her.

DR. OGDEN:
You can't do that.

She may have an illness

that causes her to imagine
things that aren't there.

She's mixed up, confused.

So is Margaret's mother.

But that doesn't mean she's fit
for the madhouse.

Although...

You can't prosecute
a sick woman.

All she is suffering from
is old age.

That's not enough
to call her crazy.

Detective Murdoch, may I speak
with Miss Dawes in your office?

Certainly.

Miss Dawes, who is this Tristan

you told Detective Murdoch
about?

Can you keep a secret?

I am a psychiatrist.

He's my lover.

I had to protect him,
don't you see?

Yes.

Oh, I knew you would understand.

You have a love as well,
don't you?

A secret one.

I do.

And you would do anything
to save him, to be with him?

Where is he now, Miss Dawes?
Where is Tristan?

Safe, I hope.

Miss Dawes?

Please.
I-I just want to go home.

Where's Isabel?
I need her to take me home.

I followed Mr. Pincher
into the stable.

He handed me his wallet,
telling me to take the money.

The insult enraged me.

I threw it to the ground.

That's when Pincher came at me.

He attacked you?

I reached for something
to defend myself.

Then I stabbed him.

With what?

A pitchfork.

I stabbed him with a pitchfork.

Mr. Rodriguez, why are
you telling me this now?

My conscience demanded it.

Was there anyone else
in the stables at the time?

No.

Only me.

May I take Miss Dawes home now?

Inspector?

Not bloody likely.

What if I keep her in my care?

And she'll stay in the asylum?

- You have my word.
- Fair enough.

It's the best I can do.

Carry on.

[ Gasps ]
Tristan.

Thank God you're safe.

MURDOCH:
Do you know this woman?

- RODRIGUEZ: No, I don't.
- Tristan.

Take me to the cells.

Miss Dawes, it's time to go now.

[ Door opens ]

Oh, d-don't fret, Isabel.

I will be taken care of
by the nice doctor.

You... You can visit me.

Bring the sherry.

Did you find what you were
looking for, Dr. Ogden?

[ Sighs]
I'm afraid not.

It's curious.

Most dementia patients slide
inexorably into oblivion,

but few have delusions
of such consistency and detail.

There is a doctor in Boston
who believes Parkinson's disease

could be a cause of dementia.

Yes.
I thought of that.

But Miss Dawes exhibits none
of the physical characteristics

of Parkinson's.

Her account of the murder

is quite lucid,
filled with detail.

In what way?

She recalls hearing
church bells sound at midnight,

and she's convinced that a man
named Tristan was in the stable.

And there's no proof of either.

I'm convinced she's suffering
from a dementia

that creates elaborate
delusions, even hallucinations.

And there is no proof
of a church bell?

The closest church to the hotel
is St. Francis,

and that clock hasn't worked
in years.

Are you sure?

And Dr. Garland has taken
a mistress?

It appears so.

But it doesn't help your cause,
does it?

Not in the slightest.

You'd think in this modern age,

Dr. Garland's actions
would mean something.

I'm afraid not, Emily.

I think you and Detective
Murdoch should just live in sin.

Ah.
There you are.

I must say, it is a pleasure
to see two such lovely ladies

taking an interest
in our humble church.

Well, the clock hasn't worked
in years.

We try to raise funds...

So it couldn't have sounded
two nights ago?

No. The last time a bell sounded
in this church was decades ago.

Now, this was painted in 1830.

That's the original church.
It was destroyed by fire.

The bell in that one rang true
and strong.

Indeed.
A very fine painting.

Tristan Clavelle?

A parishioner who dabbled
as a painter.

When did this church burn down?

1832.

A sad day that was.

[ Carriage passing ]

- Goodbye.
- Good day.

What is it?

Miss Dawes said
she killed Mr. Pincher

because he was attacking a man
named Tristan,

a man she said was her lover.

But this Tristan would have died
before she was even born.

I know.

But I think
somewhere in her brain,

there's a connection between
the past and the present.

We need to know more about him.

I have a friend who owns
an art gallery.

He's familiar with the works
of most Toronto painters.

Shall we?

[ Bell tolling ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Woman laughs ]

Really?

Mm.

Dr. Garland.
A moment of your time?

Certainly not.

I need to speak with you.

[ Sighs ]

I'll get straight to the point.

I want you to let Julia go.

You should have married her
when you had the chance.

Do the right thing.
Release her.

For you?

That will never happen.

Darcy, is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

I'll be along presently.

Be reasonable, man.

Considering your actions...

Julia agreed to be my wife
till death do us part.

I won't taint my standing
in the community

because she's had a change
of heart.

Now, if she wants to dally
with you, I won't stop her.

Divorce her,
if only to preserve her name.

If she's going to act
like a whore,

she might as well be labeled
as such.

[ Grunts]

WOMAN:
Oh, my goodness!

Darcy!

WOMAN:
Is he all right?

[ Crowd murmuring ]

Darcy, are you all right?

Tristan Clavelle was known
for his paintings

of early Toronto landmarks.

Interesting.

Do you know anything more
about him?

He dabbled in portraiture
with little critical success.

- He died in 1845.
- [ Drawer opens ]

That's him.
A self-portrait.

Hm.
He's quite good-looking.

He looks like Carl Rodriguez.

As you see, Mr. Rodriguez,

you bear an uncanny resemblance
to this Toronto painter.

Do you have any ancestors
who used to lived here?

None at all.

We are Catalan
for several generations.

When Miss Dawes saw you,

she called you Tristan,
did she not?

I do not know who she is.

She is clearly mistaken.

DR. OGDEN:
Could she be imagining herself

in a story with Tristan
and she thinks you're him?

She knows you've been taken
into custody

for the murder
of Tobias Pincher.

A crime to which
I have already confessed.

Is it possible she's taking
the blame for the murder

in order to spare you?

I have told you before...
I do not know her, Detective.

Could they have killed Pincher
together?

Given her condition,

it's conceivable
that he could have convinced her

that she did it.

But still, the resemblance.

- George.
- Sir?

City records, if you would.

I need you to find out
everything you can

about a painter
named Tristan Clavelle.

Right away, sir.

Murdoch.

I just took a complaint
from Dr. Darcy Gar... land.

Sir.

Told him not to bother,
of course.

William?

You hit him?

I lost my composure.

But I told you
to stay out of this.

Why?!

Because he's doing you wrong.

Because he should let you go!

I told you I would handle it!

But you didn't!

And you thought
that he would listen

to the high and mighty
William Murdoch.

Julia.

You were to stay out of this!

He'll never allow a divorce now!

We wouldn't have to worry
about a divorce

if you hadn't married him
in the first place!

You could have stopped me.

I couldn't.

You know that.
I had no choice.

You had a choice.

You could have chosen me,
and you didn't!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Sir?

It's not about Tristan Clavelle,
but...

Then what is it, George?

Sir, it's from
the Colonial Advocate,

September 1830.

It's a report on a trial

for a murder in a stable
with a pitchfork.

And the murderess...
Sir, you've got to see this.

She pleaded guilty
to killing her fiancé.

RODRIGUEZ:
And what do you want?

An explanation.

Do you know who she is,
Mr. Rodriguez?

You have confessed to a murder.

Miss Dawes has confessed
to the same crime.

An answer, please, sir,

or I will have choice but to
put her at the end of a noose.

No.

She is my soul mate.

Open it.

Jane Gleat and Tristan Clavelle.

How did you come by this locket?

Quite by chance...
Or so I thought.

I sought out the Toronto
silversmith from his mark.

He was dead,

But his son told me the story
of the star-crossed lovers.

You saw the resemblance
and felt some sort of kinship?

More than that.

I knew I had been
Tristan Clavelle years ago.

What was the lovers' story?

Jane was promised to be married
but was in love with Tristan.

On the night they were to elope,

Jane's fiancé confronted
Tristan.

Jane killed
to save her lover's life.

As I listened,
every word rang true...

...as if I had lived it.

And what does this have to do
with the murder of Mr. Pincher?

I was about to leave Toronto

when quite by chance
I saw a woman on King Street

who looked like Jane Gleat.

It was Felicity Dawes.

Striking resemblance.

RODRIGUEZ:
No. More.

Much more than resemblance.

The moment our eyes met, I...

I knew it was her.

She was my Jane.

You told her the story.

Oh, yes.

That we were fated
to be together.

She went to the gallows saving
my life all those years ago.

This is my turn to repay her.

So, Carl Rodriguez
and Felicity Dawes

think that they are
Tristan Clavelle and Jane Gleat?

According to Mr. Rodriguez, yes.

Lovers through the ages.
It's a romantic notion, sirs.

It's a load of bollocks.

Sir, it's reincarnation,
pure and simple.

I mean, perhaps Miss Dawes is
not imagining she is Jane Gleat.

Perhaps she is the reincarnation
of Jane Gleat.

I know what reincarnation is.
It's a load of Eastern bollocks.

Sir, it would explain
her recollection of the crime.

It would explain
the physical similarity

between the two women.

George, we don't need
the fantastical right now.

Sirs, I think you're both being
closed-minded.

Who is to say
that this isn't true?

We're living in the 20th
bloody century, Crabtree.

We are now, sir,

but who's to say we didn't live
in past centuries?

Who's to say that you didn't
used to be some great king

or lord or some such?

And what the hell were you?
A bloody fruit fly?

And Detective Murdoch hit him?

[ Sighs ] Apparently right
in the middle of King Street.

It was completely inappropriate.

I never would have thought
Detective Murdoch had it in him.

You must admit, Dr. Ogden...
It is highly romantic.

And stupid.

I'm trying to convince Darcy
to grant me a divorce.

This doesn't help.

Emily, listen to this.

"The patient exhibits movement

from lucidity to confusion
without the pattern

often associated
with senile dementia."

That sounds
much like Felicity Dawes.

Who is the researcher?

Dr. Alois Alzheimer.

Some of the symptoms
he's studying match,

but it doesn't explain
the delusions.

Perhaps she has another form
of dementia.

I believe she does...
Unfortunately as yet unnamed.

I can't use any of this
in her defense.

Dr. Ogden.

Dr. Grace.

I should go.

Thank you for you help,
Dr. Grace.

Julia...

Please, William.
Not now.

I need to speak to your patient.

If you must.

But this time,
I insist on being present.

Tristan was so talented.

He painted a portrait
of me once.

And your fiancé found out
about him.

He was going to kill Tristan.
I had no choice.

Y-You see that, don't you?

I do.

The handsome detective.

He is your secret love.

He is the one.

Am I leaving now?

I'm ready for the journey,

long and arduous
though it may be.

I'm not arresting you,
Miss Dawes.

Take me, I beg you.

I am the murderer.

What happened the night
of Mr. Pincher's murder?

Felicity and I intended
to run away together.

And yet you knew
she wasn't well.

When you find your soul mate,
Doctor,

there is no obstacle too great.

You planned to meet
at the stables?

Like Jane and Tristan.

To finish the journey
they had begun.

When I arrived,
Mr. Pincher was there.

He thought I was a threat to him
getting his hands on her money.

He came for me.
I picked up the pitchfork.

I believe Mr. Pincher
was already dead

when you arrived, Mr. Rodriguez,

and you planted the evidence
to point to yourself.

You are protecting Miss Dawes.

Why?

In a past life,
she protected me.

I am paying back that debt.

I am content to hang,
as she died for me.

Do you really believe
all of this?

What faith do you follow?

Roman Catholic.

Ah.

So...

you believe a man...

A man no less
than the son of God,

a man of virgin birth...

Died and then, three days later,
rose from the dead

to walk among us.

Yet I do not mock you.

MURDOCH:
I have two people

willing to take the blame
for a crime,

and no way of knowing
which one is telling the truth.

Dr. Ogden?

Felicity Dawes did confess,

but to a murder she imagines
she committed 70 years ago.

Forget all this mumbo-jumbo
nonsense.

Who stands to make
a lot of money

if Miss Dawes sees the noose?

As her future husband,
that would be Mr. Pincher.

And someone took him out
of the picture.

Now, who stood to get the most
out of Miss Dawes

before Pincher appeared
on the scene?

Follow the money.

Finally, Murdoch, you're
learning something from me.

ISABEL: It wasn't
Miss Dawes' fault, Detective.

That terrible man, Rodriguez,

he poisoned her mind
against Mr. Pincher.

He was little more
than a confidence man,

telling her
all these silly tales...

How they were lovers
from a past life.

RODRIGUEZ:
You see, my love?

I am Tristan,
and you are my Jane.

And we are destined
to be together through all time.

You've been with Miss Dawes
for seven years now?

Yes.

Those must have been hard years.

After all, you were more
than a nurse to her.

You were a companion,
a confidante.

It must have been
a terrible strain

when Miss Dawes became
more and more forgetful.

We're put on this world
for duty, sir.

I didn't shirk mine.

But surely you expected
some sort of reward

for your troubles?

Isn't it true that if
Miss Dawes were to have passed,

you would have been
her beneficiary?

She is a generous woman.

Or at least you would have been
her beneficiary,

until Tobias Pincher
came on the scene.

Then that all changed.

Detective Murdoch,
I've had enough.

I'm going to see
if my mistress needs me.

Miss Webster,
may I see your gloves?

TOBIAS:
[ Grunts, screams ]

There are wood fragments

in the weave of this glove,
Miss Webster.

I wonder how they got there.

Sir, the wood fragments
are a match.

Ah.
Thank you, George.

But she's confessed.

Three confessions
to a single murder?

Sir, this must be something
of a record.

Yes.
Well, this one will stick.

Isabel Webster knew that
Mr. Rodriguez and Miss Dawes

believed they were reliving
a past life.

She told Mr. Pincher of their
plans to elope that night,

knowing full well
that he would confront them.

And then she killed Mr. Pincher
in the stable...

The same way Jane Gleat killed
her fiancé.

Isabel then told her mistress
about the murder,

left the rest
to her imagination.

It was only a matter of time

before Miss Dawes confessed
herself.

What with Miss Dawes
and Mr. Pincher gone,

Isabel Webster
could have finally said goodbye

to cleaning chamber pots.

Well put, George.

I intend to care for Felicity
now.

You know there is no cure.

It is a fate I embrace.

Tristan!

RODRIGUEZ:
My love.

She calls you Tristan.

Yes.

She often talks of the past.

She remembers every detail
you told her...

The stable and the pitchfork,

the church bell chiming
at midnight.

Church bell?

I did not tell her
about a church bell.

FELICITY:
I have missed you so much.

This is for you.

William, I'd like to apologize.

That isn't necessary.

This was my choice, not yours.

I can't blame you
for my decisions.

Well, I don't know
what we can do now, Julia.

Darcy is my burden.

I will deal with it.

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