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[ Beeping ]

CRABTREE:
I've got 7.2.

I've got 6.6.

[ Beeping ]

Well, I'm closer, Henry.
Come towards me.

HIGGINS:
I have 7.2.

[ Beeping ]

- [ Beeping ]
- CRABTREE: I've got 7.8.

We're getting close, Henry.

I just got 8.

- Well, Higgins...
- [ Beeping ]

...I do believe
we have located our quarry.

It's more accurate
to say that I've located you.

Well, sir, given that we
started four blocks apart...

Then I'd say this has been
a success, gentlemen.

- [ Chuckles ]
- MURDOCH: Well done.

HIGGINS: Sir,
if you don't mind my asking...

- [Grunts]
- Careful.

...how does this trackizer work?

MURDOCH: Well, it isn't called
a trackizer, Henry,

because there's no such word
as "trackize," right?

Um...

as the wearer walks,

uh, a magnet slides back
and forth inside of a wire coil,

inducing an electrical current.

That current
is then converted to voltage.

You know what voltage is,
right, Henry?

It's about... volts.

Right.

Now, as the voltage increases
on either side of this gap,

the pressure builds
and builds and builds until...

[ Hands clap ]

A tiny spark.

Sir, I was wondering
what happens

when our quarry stops moving.

Well, then the transmission ends
until movement resumes.

Right. So, what happens
if they've arrived,

but we're still a block away?

Hmm.

That... That could be a problem.

Well, that would necessitate
a third receiver unit

in order to triangulate...

Oh, Henry.

- [ Chuckles ]
- [ Telephone rings ]

Detective Murdoch.

Has Dr. Ogden been notified?

The caller didn't actually
find a body, sir.

Why are we calling this
a murder?

There's evidence
at the crime scene, apparently.

- Crime scene?
- That's what she called it.

- She...
- She? Who is this she?

Sir, she wouldn't say,
but she knows you.

MURDOCH:
Freddie Pink.

Hello, William.

I understand you believe
this to be the scene of a crime.

PINK: I do.

I was hired to deliver a letter

to the occupant
of this apartment...

A man named James Smith.

Do you know this Mr. Smith?

PINK:
I've never met him.

I don't even know
what he looks like.

Then how is it you come to be
inside of his apartment?

I suspected that he was at home,
but not answering his door.

You broke in?

If I hadn't,
I wouldn't have found this.

It's blood.

Then, from that,
you inferred murder?

No.

From this.

And it's not just there.

It's under the table
and over there by the chair.

George, may I have
my ultraviolet light, please?

Thank you.

PINK:
Looks like a murder to me.

All right, George,
speak with the neighbors.

See if anyone heard or saw
anything suspicious.

Sir.

The body
appears to have been dragged...

...over to the window...

And dumped out?

MURDOCH: He did so
rather unceremoniously.

PINK:
Or she.

They moved in about a month ago.
Maybe six weeks.

- Who's they?
- James and J.J.

Who's J.J.?

James Junior.

How old is he?

Around 5.

I look after him
when his dad goes out.

Where is J.J. now?

I don't know.
What's going on?

We're not exactly sure yet.

Ma'am, did you see
anything unusual last night?

He had a visitor.

Quite late, as I recall.

Is that right?
Can you describe him?

Oh, it was a her.

I received a request
to locate James Robert Smith

and deliver a letter.

Who made this request?

A man named Kenneth Spokes.

How well
did you know Mr. Spokes?

I've never met him.

But this is
what I was to deliver.

It's blank.

A ruse, it would seem.

You think Mr. Spokes wanted me
to locate James Smith

so that he could kill him.

Did you inform him
where Mr. Smith lived?

No.
But he could have followed me.

CRABTREE:
Detective.

George.
What have you?

Sir, I spoke
to several of the neighbors.

None of them remember
hearing anything unusual.

Mr. Smith went
to O'Donnell's pub at 8:00,

returned about 8:30,
which I thought was strange.

Hardly enough time
to throw back a pint.

Agreed.

Beyond that,
then he collected his son.

- His son?
- CRABTREE: I'm afraid so.

James Junior.
Age 5.

We're looking,
but no sign of him yet.

Did anyone see them after that?

Apparently, sir,
he had a visitor at about 10:00.

- A woman, apparently.
- That would have been me.

I knocked, but he wasn't home,
so I left.

My witness...

My witness says that the woman
entered the apartment.

PINK:
I entered briefly.

Just long enough to ascertain
that he wasn't home.

You broke in.

Is this going to be a problem?

George, were there
any fingermarks on the doorknob?

Yes, sir.
Higgins is analyzing them now.

Anything else?

I did find this.

His birth certificate.

Right. See what
you can find out about him.

Sir.

[ Sighs]
Did you know he had a son?

No.

I wonder what's become of him.

- [ Knock on door ]
- HIGGINS: Sir?

Henry.
What have you?

We've identified a set of
fingermarks from the doorknob.

And to whom did they belong?

Just Miss Pink, sir.

What about Smith's?

We only found one set.

The killer must have wiped down
the fingermarks on his way out.

Then when I returned
this morning...

Anything else, Henry?

It turns out we were keeping
a file on a James Smith, sir.

Only one item.

It's an incident report
from a couple of months ago.

Who took that report?

Oh.

Mr. Smith's mother came in,
looking for him, sir.

She was asking
if we'd put him in jail.

In jail?

It was the only explanation
she would accept

as to why he didn't send her
flowers on her birthday.

And you started a file for him?

Well, sir,
I figured if his mother

considered him the jailbird
type, he might well be.

All right.
Bring her in.

Sir, that woman's
not the victim's mother.

How do you know that?

Because...

the James Robert Smith

for whom this birth certificate
was issued

died 30 years ago
at the age of 8 months.

Whoever was living
in that apartment wasn't him.

He must have assumed
a false identity for a reason.

Perhaps that reason
caught up with him.

Now, you say he was
at the tavern last night.

Yes, sir.
O'Donnell's on Queen Street.

Find out why he only stayed
for half an hour.

Sir.

[ Clock chiming ]

'Round back and down the stairs.

James Smith?
Yeah, he drinks here.

Are you sure we're talking
about the same James Smith?

- It's not an uncommon name.
- Lives up on Sackville Street?

- That's right.
- That's the guy.

CRABTREE:
Was he drinking here last night?

He in some kind of trouble?

- Just answer the question, sir.
- A woman came in here.

Made eyeballs at him.

He didn't welcome the attention.

- A dolly-mop?
- No, no. Nothing like that.

She was some kind
of private investigator.

So, is this what you do all day?

Sit in your office and let your
constables do your work for you?

One of the benefits
of my position.

CRABTREE: Sir.

There you go.

What have you, George?

Uh, i-it's something
I have to show you, sir.

Sir...

the man who refers to himself
as James Smith

- was at O'Donnell's last night.
- Yes. And?

Actually, sir, can we establish
a convention right here

whereby we refer to the man

who referred to himself
as James Smith

simply as James Smith?

- Yes, of course, George.
- Right.

And if we ever have cause

to refer to the original
James Smith, we'll call him...

- The original James Smith.
- Excellent, sir.

Right.

George, what is it
you needed to show me?

Sir, I wanted to speak to you
privately.

James Smith...

...was at O'Donnell's
last night.

Sir, Miss Pink was there
at the same time.

She was?
Did they speak to one another?

No, sir, but apparently
she made eyeballs at him.

I remember her saying
unequivocally

that she'd never met the man.

Yes, she did say that.

Anyway, I wasn't sure
she should know that we know.

MURDOCH:
No, you did the right thing.

[ Breathes deeply ]

George, go to her office

and see if you can find anything
that pertains to James Smith.

Sir.

I wasn't lying
if that's what you're thinking.

You said you'd never seen him.

I didn't know
that man was James Smith.

The bartender
said you were staring at him.

I wasn't.
[ Sighs]

I don't stare.

Staring is obvious.
I'm a professional.

You were looking at him.

I thought he might be a client.

I received a call
from a telephone exchange.

A man asked to meet with me
at O'Donnell's at 8:00.

Are you in the habit
of meeting strangers in taverns?

Meeting with clients in taverns

comprises
a good part of my business.

Who was this client?

I don't know.

He never showed up.

Believe me, if I had known
that man was James Smith,

I would have delivered
that letter right then and there

and saved myself
a lot of bother.

CRABTREE: Sir, we found these
in Miss Pink's office.

She had them filed
under "James Smith."

Now, I've shown them to several
of Mr. Smith's neighbors.

They all
positively identified him.

Sir, she not only knew
who he was...

She was following him.

CRABTREE:
Sir, she could be our killer.

[ Door opens ]

So, it's to be
a formal interview.

Am I a suspect?

Did you take these photographs?

No.
I did not.

Do you know who that is?

Should I?

Please, answer the question,
Miss Pink.

"Miss Pink," is it?

Very well, Detective.

It's James Smith.

So you do know
what he looks like.

He's the man
I saw at O'Donnell's.

The man you said was Smith.

We've been over this.

You've never seen
these photographs before?

No.
Why?

Because...

they were found in your files.

PINK:
You went into my office?

You went through my files?

MURDOCH:
I needed to know the truth.

And I've answered you
truthfully.

I've done nothing wrong.

You, on the other hand, have
breached the confidentiality

I swore to my clients.

So, you don't know
how they ended up in your files.

What's your explanation, then?

Well...

clearly, everything
I've told you is a lie.

I've been secretly following
James Smith, or whoever he is.

And after going
to considerable effort

to leave a trail of evidence
pointing to me,

I killed him
and kidnapped his son.

Or who knows?
Maybe I killed the son, too.

I have no motive
for any of this,

but then, maybe I do
this sort of thing for sport.

Or maybe, possibly,
there is the tiniest chance

that the killer
took these photos

and left them in my office.

And the killer being?

The man
who hired me to find Smith.

- Kenneth Spokes.
- We know he arranged for me

to be at the scene of the crime.

So, it's your assertion, then,

that Spokes waited for you
to find Mr. Smith,

then took photographs
of him and his son,

then planted those photographs
in your files

to make it appear as though you
had been following James Smith.

Is that so hard to believe?

And you were in that apartment
the first time?

Two days ago.
Thursday afternoon.

Mm. The earliest
that these photographs

could have been taken
was Thursday afternoon.

If you need to walk
through every step, then yes.

There are tulips in this photo.

Tulip season
has been over for weeks.

A witness saw you
go into the apartment,

yet no one saw you come out.

So, you're suggesting what?

I waited inside?

Killed him when he returned?
Disposed of the body?

Where did you spend the night?

I don't have an alibi,
Detective.

If I had realized
that I would need one,

I would have arranged it.

Excuse me.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Sighs ]

Freddie Pink?!

She was at the scene
and has no alibi.

William,
we're talking about Freddie.

She is at the center of this
and has not been forthcoming.

She's a private investigator.

They're rarely forthcoming.

Sir. The Bank of Montreal
on King Street

has an account
for a James Robert Smith.

I was gonna go by
and get the details.

Very good.
Thank you, George.

Sir.

So, before we continue,
am I correct

in assuming
I am the primary suspect

in the murder of James Smith?

Yes.

Bearing in mind that we
don't know it's a murder,

seeing as there's no body.

But let's not quibble
over trifles.

Convince me otherwise.

All right.

Assuming I killed this man,
why would I call you?

There were witnesses.

You may have
left evidence inside.

Far safer for you

to insert yourself
directly into the investigation,

possibly control it.

If it were my intention
to deflect suspicion,

why would I point out that
the killer was likely a woman?

You would have anticipated

that I would come
to the same conclusion.

In fact,
that's precisely the logic

a smart woman such as yourself
would employ.

If I'm so smart,
do you not think me capable

of anticipating your response?

Why would I embark
on such a doomed strategy

unless I were,
in fact, innocent?

Or are you suggesting
that I anticipated your response

to my response to your response?

- In which case...
- I understand.

We're in a recursive loop.

PINK:
Infinite regress, actually.

Why not just stab him
in a dark alley

and throw the knife in a lake?

And why would I take his son?

I don't even like children.

Come on, Detective.

There must be some way
I can convince you

that I'm telling the truth.

So, this is
the famous truthizer.

Constable Crabtree
calls it a truthizer.

I prefer
autonomic response indicator.

How does it work?

When a person lies, the body
responds as if to stress...

An increase in heart rate,
sweating, et cetera...

responses that are controlled
only by the subconscious mind.

How accurate is it?

Well, it can't prove your guilt,
if that's what you're asking.

PINK:
Can it prove innocence?

Possibly.

All righty, then.

Truthize me.

[ Machine whirring ]

Who is James Robert Smith?

I don't know.

Did you take these photographs?

I did not.

Had you ever seen this man
prior to yesterday?

No.

Maybe your machine's
not working.

It's possible
it isn't calibrated correctly.

Tell me a deliberate lie.

I killed James Smith
and kidnapped his son.

Hmm.
Looks like that's a lie.

So, you'll release her?

She answered
the questions truthfully.

George.
What have you?

Sir, the bank account
for James Robert Smith

was opened on May 18th
in Montreal.

Montreal.

CRABTREE: $1,500 was deposited,
then transferred to Toronto.

By whom?

A Joe Murphy.

I was wondering if that might be
Mr. Smith's real name.

You think Joe Murphy
changed his name to James Smith

- and moved to Toronto?
- CRABTREE: It's a thought.

Mm.
That's a good one, George.

See what you can find out
about this Joe Murphy.

Sir.
Doctor.

Freddie Pink is from Montreal.

[ Chuckles ] A lot of people
are from Montreal.

Yes, but she only moved here
last summer.

And she alluded
to some kind of trouble there.

Julia,
do you think it's possible

for a skilled liar
to fool my machine?

[ Sighs ]

Gurus from India are able
to control their heart rate,

so I suppose it's possible.

So surprise would be key.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

- [ Machine whirring ]
- Am I not to be released?

Very shortly.

Just a few more questions.

Ask away.

Who is Joe Murphy?

I haven't even answered.

What happened last May 18th
in Montreal?

I don't remember.

Why did you leave Montreal?

I was running
from a jealous lover.

That's a lie.
Tell the truth.

- Who is Joe Murphy?
- I don't know!

Miss Pink?

I don't want to play anymore.

I've answered enough questions.

No, I don't believe you have.

I have a right to silence.

Please instruct a constable
to escort me to my cell.

Very well.

Detective.

I just spoke
to police in Montreal.

Joe Murphy
is well known to them, sir.

In fact, the entire Murphy clan.

Their mother
is the notorious Ma Murphy.

- I've never heard of her.
- Oh, thank God, sir.

Neither did I.
I didn't let them know that.

Why did Joe Murphy
leave Montreal?

Well, sir, he's suspected
of killing his wife, Molly.

Apparently, Molly found out
about Joe's criminal activity

and threatened
to notify the police

unless he granted her a divorce.

Well, how do the police
know this?

Well, Molly's best friend, sir,
notified the police.

But, of course, by that time,

Joe was in Toronto
living under an assumed name.

And the name of her best friend?

Freddie Pink, sir.

[ Sighs ]

According to police,
she harassed the Murphys.

So much so that, at one point,

she tells police they threatened
to have her killed.

I suspect
that's why she left Montreal.

MURDOCH: [ Sighs ]

In any case, the Montreal police
are sending the files over.

They're happy
to see this wrapped up.

I'm sorry, sir.
I know how this looks.

So, she came to Toronto...

sought out Joe Murphy,

learned of his new identity,
and exacted her revenge.

But what of the young boy?
What did she do with him?

Sir, I think the question is,
what does she intend

to do with him?

Um...

Jackson found this.

It's a letter
from the French government...

Confirmation of the receipt
of a visa application.

For a Doris Walmer.

Traveling with her son James,
age 5.

So, you've been in my room, too.

Is there any part
of my private domain

you haven't trespassed upon?

Who is Doris Walmer?

There is no Doris Walmer.

So that visa is for you?

Me?

Oh, I see.

You think
I'm planning to flee the country

with a little boy I've got
stashed in a suitcase somewhere.

- It's for a client.
- What client?

Do you really think
I'd tell you?

Do you often obtain false visas
for your clients?

Just the ones who are terrified

that their husbands
will kill them.

Like Joe Murphy
killed your friend, Molly.

[ Sighs ]

Come to bed, William.

Yes.
Uh, just a moment.

Do you think she did it?

She lied... repeatedly
about everything.

How could she not think that
I would get to the bottom of it?

Well,
either she underestimated you,

or you're not
at the bottom of it yet.

Now come to bed.

CRABTREE: My God, that's
a tremendous amount of blood.

By the looks of it, Henry,
I would say he slit her throat.

They ever find her body?

No. He likely dumped it
in the river.

Well, if that's the crime scene
that Freddie Pink found,

I don't blame her
for doing him in.

Let's just say
the world is no worse

for the loss
of a brute like Joe Murphy.

Though he does look different
without his beard and his hat.

I've always thought, Higgins,
that a man

should have to wear his hat
in his mug shot.

To me, that's the first thing
I notice about somebody.

- It's like a signature.
- [ Footsteps approach ]

- Gentlemen.
- Sir.

Is this the crate from Montreal?

Yes, sir.
Just sorting through them now.

Here's a Mary Murphy.

Mary Mur...

That's Ma.
Higgins, that's Ma Murphy.

- She's notorious.
- For what?

For crime in general.

And meanness.
She's very mean.

She's... Good Lord.

- She's Mrs. Smith.
- MURDOCH: Who?

Sir, the woman
who assumed her son was in jail

because he forgot her birthday.

Oh, her son
must be Joe Murphy, then.

We have an address for her.

- Bring her in.
- Sir.

MURDOCH:
Come in, come in.

Please, have a seat, Mrs. Smith.

Or would you prefer
I address you as Ma Murphy?

[ Chuckles ]

Is this about my son Joe?

Why, yes, it is.

MA:
Is he dead?

Why would you say that?

Because I have a right to know.

Is he dead, or isn't he?

We haven't found a body as yet.

- But I suspect that...
- I know who killed him.

Who might that be?

I don't know her name,
but she had it in for my Joe.

She thought he killed his wife.

He did kill his wife.

That's a lie.

His wife ran off.

Your son fled to Toronto
under an assumed name.

You came here looking for him
under that name

because you know what he did.

And what of it?

He's dead now,
so what does it matter?

This woman you claim killed your
son... Would you recognize her?

[ Door opens,
footsteps approach ]

That's her.

Thank you, Mrs. Murphy.
That will be...

I know you killed my son.

I know why.

Tell us where the child is,
and you will be forgiven.

Do you understand
what I'm telling you?

PINK:
Get her out of here.

Get out!

MURDOCH: All right, Mrs. Murphy.
Thank you.

That will be all, Mrs. Murphy.

[ Sighs ]

She's a grieving mother.

She's not grieving.

How can you say that?

Have you found a body?

No.

PINK:
You won't.

Because Joe Murphy is not dead.

He saw me in the bar.

He knew I was following him.

So he decided to fake his murder
and have me hang for it.

So you admit
that you were following him?

You want a confession?
Here's my confession.

- I lied.
- “Why?

PINK:
Why do you think?

I knew how it would look.

I miscalculated.

All right.
Why did you go to his apartment?

I needed to know it was him.

I still wasn't sure.

- And the blood on the floor?
- Animal blood.

Easy to obtain.
Fully convincing.

Even I thought
someone killed him.

I understand your skepticism.

I didn't kill him, William.

So either someone else did,
or he faked it.

Isn't there some way
to tell whether the blood

is animal or human?

Do you believe her?

At this point,
I don't know what to believe.

It's as credible as the theory
that Freddie Pink is the killer.

Although both theories
raise many questions.

Such as”?

If Freddie is not the killer,

then why did she not think
of this theory before now?

And if she did think of it
before now,

why not bring it to me earlier?

And if she is the killer?

MURDOCH: Then why provide us
with the means

of positively determining
her theory to be false?

I'm afraid I have bad news
in that regard, William.

The blood cells
are partially decomposed.

I can't tell
if they had nuclei or not.

And did she deliberately wait
until it would be impossible

for us to determine whether
it was human or animal blood?

That would explain why she
didn't tell you about it before.

Perhaps this is all part
of a fallback plan.

Initially deny knowing
the victim.

Then if found out,
deny that there was a victim.

It would be nearly impossible

for us to obtain a conviction
without a body...

especially if we were unable
to disprove this theory.

But, William,
what of Joe and Molly's son?

Where is he?

Who's taking care of him?

Perhaps no one.

Freddie Pink would never
leave a child on his own.

She might if the alternative
was to be hanged.

What?

If she does know where he is,

that would the first place
she would go if she was let out.

Well?

Did you prove
it was animal blood?

The test was inconclusive.

But we did find a bloody
shoe mark near the window.

A shoe mark.
Really?

It was partial,
but the edge is quite distinct.

If it matches yours,
you'll be charged.

If it doesn't...

Which shoe?

Sir, are you sure about this?

I mean, should we not
just follow her the usual way?

[ Blows ]

Freddie Pink
will expect to be followed,

and she'll certainly notice if
we follow her in the usual way.

This, she'll not anticipate.

I take it
the shoe mark wasn't a match.

MURDOCH:
It wasn't.

- Whose was it?
- MURDOCH: I don't know.

But it wasn't yours,
so you're free to go.

[ Beeping ]

CRABTREE:
I've got 0.7.

MURDOCH:
Where are you, George?

Sydenham and Reid's Lane.

Henry, where are you?

1.5.

Duchess, just west of Berkeley.

Constable McNabb?

McNABB: 3.4.

Parliament, just north of Queen.

She's at Queen, west
of Parliament, heading east.

Sir, she hasn't moved
in over a minute.

- [ Beeping ]
- Oh, wait, wait, wait.

There it is.
Uh, 0.6.

HIGGINS:
I've got 1.3, sir.

McNABB:
And I've got 2.9.

George, she's in an alleyway

northwest
of Queen and Sackville.

Meet me there.

- Any sign of her?
- CRABTREE: Sir, I saw a carriage

pull out of the alley
just as we came up.

How would she have known there
was gonna be a carriage here?

She may have arranged
for someone to meet her.

How? She's been out of
communication since yesterday.

She stopped for roughly a minute
at Queen and Sackville.

There's
a telegraph office there.

Henry, go there,
see if she stopped in,

and if she sent a telegram.

- Then meet us at Union Station.
- Sir.

You think she's trying
to flee the city, sir?

She applied for a French visa,
George.

I think
she's fleeing the country.

I want constables
on the platform.

Search the train, as well.

Stop any woman who's traveling
with a small boy.

We're not just looking
for Miss Pink, sir?

She could be disguised, George.

Ma'am?
Excuse me.

Miss Pink.

Please.
We're late for our train.

Sorry, ma'am.

- Detective.
- What have you, Henry?

Miss Pink did stop
at the telegraph office, sir.

- She sent a telegram.
- What did it say?

Just one word... "Go."

Who was it sent to?

HIGGINS: That's the thing, sir.
Joe Murphy.

Joe Murphy?

What was the address”?

General delivery
at the Temperance Exchange, sir.

MURDOCH: Right.
Henry, head down there

and see if anyone
collects that telegram.

- HIGGINS: Sir.
- Joe Murphy, sir.

I don't understand.

[ Sighs ]
I don't either, George.

George.

That man walking towards us.

I've... I've seen him recently.

CRABTREE:
Sir, I recognize his hat.

[ Echoing ] We found these
in Miss Pink's office.

MURDOCH:
That's Joe Murphy.

Mr. Murphy!

Toronto Constabulary.
We'd like a word.

I believe
these photographs are of you.

Believe what you like.

You came to Toronto one year ago

with your son
after murdering his mother.

You assumed the identity
of one James Smith.

No fewer than five witnesses

have identified this man...
You... as James Smith.

You then became aware that you
were being pursued by a woman

who knew of your true identity
as Joe Murphy.

You then made it appear
as though you had been murdered

and set her up as the Killer.

- You can't prove this is me.
- Actually, I can.

You can grow a beard,

but your identifying features
remain the same,

and in combination,
they allow for each face

to be identified
with mathematical precision.

Please don't smile.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

What do you mean,
"it's not him"?

The numbers don't lie, Julia.

The ratio
of the distance between his eyes

and the distance
between his chin and nose

is 1.27 in the mug shot.

Here, it's 1.41.

Ear to eye
versus chin to midpoint...

1.87 versus 1.69.

They're close, William.

Perhaps within
the margins of error?

- I measured very carefully.
- So, who is he?

He's clearly involved
in all of this.

[ Sighs ]

Joe Murphy did have a brother,
Sir.

- What was his name?
- Adam.

He wasn't in the police files,

but they both had a son
about the same age.

So, if Adam was living with his
own son under Joe's pseudonym,

where's Joe?

And why would Freddie Pink
send him a telegram?

- HIGGINS: Sir.
- Henry. What have you?

I went
to the Temperance Exchange.

MURDOCH: Did anyone
claim Joe Murphy's message?

No, sir,
but the telegraph operator

who took the message
has disappeared.

Her name was Doris Walmer, sir.

The woman
named in the visa application.

Did you get a description?

Red hair. Green eyes.
[ Chuckles ] Pretty.

[ Echoing ] Please.
We're late for our train.

MURDOCH: [ Echoing ]
Sorry, ma'am.

The woman at Union Station
with the boy...

That was her.

She could still be
on that train, sir.

MURDOCH: She's likely
well over the border by now.

Miss Pink used the telegram
to let her client know to flee.

Yes, but why address it
to Joe Murphy?

Perhaps that was the signal.

If a telegram
was addressed to Joe Murphy,

it's actually meant for her.

Then what's the connection

between Doris Walmer
and Joe Murphy?

- [ Inhales deeply ]
- What is it, William?

Could Doris Walmer
be Molly Murphy?

Sir, Molly Murphy was murdered.

MURDOCH:
Was a body ever found?

- No.
- MURDOCH: At any rate,

we know a murder
was committed in Montreal

on the 18th of May last year.

What if Molly Murphy
wasn't the victim?

- It was Joe.
- But Joe changed his identity.

He set up the bank account.

Well, I have no doubt Joe Murphy

intended to murder his wife
and leave town, but somehow...

She got the upper hand
and killed him instead.

So it could have been
self-defense.

DR. OGDEN: She would have called
her best friend,

who would have known
exactly what to do.

They buried the body,

and then Freddie helped Molly
to flee to Toronto with her son.

That's why she was so insistent

that it was
Joe that killed Molly.

She couldn't let anyone find out
that Molly was still alive,

living in Toronto
as Doris Walmer.

The Murphys
discover what happened.

They set up Pink
for the murder of James Smith.

But why?

CRABTREE:
Revenge?

[ Snaps fingers I
Leverage.

If she was charged with murder,
she'd have no choice

but to tell the truth
about what happened in Montreal

and give up Molly and the child.

"Tell us where the child is,
and you will be forgiven."

She would have understood
the message,

but she didn't give them up.

So what have they done
with Freddie?

I was mistaken, Mr. Murphy.

You are not Joe.

In fact,
you are Joe's brother Adam.

Am I free to go?

You set up Freddie Pink for
a murder that never happened.

ADAM:
Never happened?

My brother was murdered,
Detective,

and Freddie Pink
is up to her neck in it.

- Where is she?
- To whom do you refer?

The one who killed my brother
or her best friend?

Tell me where Miss Pink is,
or you will be going to jail.

On what charge?

Spilling chicken blood
on the floor of my apartment?

- Kidnapping.
- You have no proof of that.

- Tell me where she is!
- [ Door opens ]

CRABTREE: Sir.

Sir.

There's something
you should see.

- [ Door closes ]
- [ Chuckles ]

Sir, I swear I saw it moving.

I believe you, George.

- [ Beeping ]
- CRABTREE: There it is.

All right.
Fetch Henry.

- Sir.
- [ Beeping continues ]

MURDOCH:
Where are you, Freddie?

HIGGINS:
I have 2.4.

MURDOCH:
Henry, where's your location?

HIGGINS:
Trinity and Front.

CRABTREE:
1.6, sir.

MURDOCH:
And where are you, George?

CRABTREE:
Wilkins and King.

MURDOCH: Constable McNabb,
what's your reading?

McNABB: 3.4.

Parliament and King.

[ Beeping ]

It's Derby Street.

Did you find her?

Young Molly?

No.

I didn't.

I found the factory.

I didn't find her, though.

Maybe she quit.

MA: See, I showed
them photographs of her.

And they never seen her.

I told you what I would do
if you were lying.

- I wasn't lying.
- Uh-uh-uh!

Careful.

I said one finger for every lie.

See, if you're lying
about lying,

well, that's another finger.

All right.
All right!

She works at a grocery
at Dundas and Broadview.

She goes by Mabel.

[ Chuckles ]
And you go by Pink.

Let's start with the pinkie.

MURDOCH:
Get away from her!

I only cuffed her bit.
Sure, that's no crime.

Kidnapping is a crime.

So is cuffing people.

I'll find her.

Even I couldn't find her now.

[ Sighs]
What the hell kept you?

I've been tapping my foot
for 40 minutes.

How did you know?

You released me
in order to follow me.

But you didn't.

Then I remembered the ridiculous
shoe mark you invented

to get my shoe from me.

You might also want to consider

what you leave
on your blackboard.

Ow. Oh.

Molly loved Joe.

But when she found out he
and his family were criminals,

she wanted out.

More importantly,
she wanted her son out.

But Joe wouldn't have that.

He tried to kill her.

Molly fought back.
She grabbed a knife.

It must have hit
the carotid artery

because there was blood
everywhere.

From that moment, she was a dead
woman unless I helped her.

- So I did.
- So, the body was disposed of,

but you made it appear
as though he killed his wife

and then ran away.

A rather elegant solution,
I thought.

Until Ma Murphy didn't get
her flowers for her birthday.

She then realized
that her son was dead

and that the blood that was
found in the Montreal apartment

by the police was, in fact,
his and not his wife's.

And she wanted Molly dead
and her grandson back.

That's why they set me up
for murder.

They thought I'd give them up
rather than be facing the noose.

But why bother setting you up
at all?

Why not simply torture you
for the information?

I think they enjoyed the irony

of having me implicated
in Joe's murder.

You still are implicated.

How so?

Joe was killed by Molly
in self-defense.

You lied to me.

Until you mentioned
Joe Murphy's name,

everything I told you
was the absolute truth.

I only lied to save my friend.

And lying is not a crime.

You buried a body.

Prove it.

I just might.

But until then,
you're free to go.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, the Murphys
may still have it in for you.

- You should watch your back.
- I will.

William...

Yes?

...thank you for watching mine.