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Mr. Shanley, how does
it feel to be a free man?

Incredible.

I-I really can't describe it.

I'm just...

I'm so glad
to have my life back.

Were you surprised the judge
ruled in your favor?

I'm innocent.

I fought this appeal myself

because I knew
if I stood before the judge

and showed him
what was in my heart,

he'd have to set me free.

What will you do
with your first day of freedom?

I want to see my son.

In fact, he should be here
with my ex-wife.

Father!

GUS: Philip!

Look at you.

You're all grown up.

I haven't seen my son
in 12 years. I'm sorry.

- Mr. Shanley...
- No more questions, please.

I'll be happy to speak to
all of you at another time.

Just one more question.

Do you hold any ill will
toward the detective

who sent you to prison?

"I hold no ill will
toward Detective Murdoch.

The guilt that man must feel

for wrongfully sending
an innocent man to prison

is punishment enough."

They've released him,
have they?

Yes.
Do you feel guilty?

Me? No.

The man is a murderer.

He deserves to spend the rest
of his life behind bars.

DR. OGDEN: I can't imagine how
he could have been set free.

MURDOCH: Nor I.

I had another look
at the case file.

If you recall, Gus Shanley
killed his friend Rex Landon

by putting thallium in his
cocoa one night after dinner.

We found the cocoa tin
in his home.

And my test proved
that it contained poison.

Are they thinking someone else
may have contaminated it?

His wife was out of town.

His co-worker testified
that Mr. Shanley

purchased the cocoa and thallium
the day before the murder.

If the victim was a friend
of his, what was the motive?

Mr. Shanley believed the man

was being too forward
with his wife.

We found a series of
threatening anonymous letters

that a handwriting expert
determined Mr. Shanley wrote.

Then the evidence was sound.
So why was he released?

Apparently, Doctor,
you made a mistake.

Me?

Judge's report.

Seems that Shanley found
some lab man in New York City

who proved your initial testing
could have been wrong.

"Thallium mistaken for other
nonpoisonous elements"?

This is nonsense.

Well, it is
a rather thick file.

Perhaps it bears
reading thoroughly.

But it's most likely baseless.

The Crown wants to take
another look at the case,

see if there's enough evidence
for a retrial.

Well, there is
a preponderance here.

I'll have a full report
by tomorrow morning.

Right. Uh...

The thing is, me old mucker,

they don't want you
anywhere near it.

Detective Murdoch,

meet Detective Watts, new man
over at Station House One.

Ah, so you're the one
who botched it.

Excuse me?

Well, that's why I'm here,
isn't it?

Listen, Detective Murdoch
did nothing wrong.

The Crown is just worried
that Shanley may claim prejudice

if the same detective
reinvestigates the case.

Right, right, right.
You're just biased.

The coroner's
the one who botched it.

Coroners. Odd lot.

Far from reliable,
to say the least.

Not to mention the smell.

Our coroner
has a flawless record.

And she also
happens to be my wife.

Good God, man.

You're married
to the city coroner?

- Yes.
- Oof. Is she pretty?

Ah, she'd have to be pretty.

I don't know how else
you could tolerate

being married to a colleague.

Why don't we leave you to review
the case files, Detective Watts.

Yes. Feel free to use my office
if you must.

Not necessary.

The streets of this fine city
are my office.

This everything?

There may be an evidence box.

But given that the case
is 12 years old,

it may take some time
to locate it.

Let me know when it's located.

Uh, you let me know.

I'm afraid your involvement
has to end here, Detective.

- [ Laughing ]
- You there.

How long
have you been working here?

10 years, more or less.

There's been time off
here and there.

I was incarcerated
for a short while...

Were you here
for the Shanley case?

- No.
- Perfect.

Hopefully you'll be of more help

than the dullards
at Station One.

[ Snaps fingers ]
With me, Constable.

Go on, Crabtree.

Oh, Detective...

No hard feelings on leaving you

out of the investigation,
I hope.

In fact,
are you free for dinner?

Good.

I don't understand
a word of this.

Mr. Shanley was quite clever.

He understood that if
he could raise a question

about one key piece of evidence,

his entire case
would have to be thrown out.

But how can he challenge
a scientific laboratory test?

Well, the Crown claimed

that he poisoned his friend
with thallium.

And the man did die
of thallium poisoning.

Without a doubt.

And Detective Murdoch found
the cocoa tin in Shanley's home.

The final piece was to prove
that there had been thallium

mixed into the cocoa,

and that's where Mr. Shanley
found a weak spot.

And what is
the test for thallium?

Well, today we'd test
the sample with a spectroscope.

There'd be no question.

12 years ago, I didn't
have a spectroscope, so...

That flash of green?
That's thallium.

The problem is that other metals
also burn green.

So you might've
seen something else

and mistaken it as thallium.

Precisely. And that's
where it gets interesting.

Why would cocoa
have metal in it?

- I can't think of a reason.
- Well, Mr. Shanley found one.

For a brief time in the 1890s,

Callahan Cocoa used tins
made of a copper alloy.

And then a scientist in New York

proved that small amounts
of the copper

could leech
into the tin's contents.

- And copper burns green.
- It does.

A different,
much duller green,

but close enough
that Mr. Shanley and the judge

think I could've made a mistake.

Is that possible?

I have a way to find out.

[ Blows ]

- Where are we going, Detective?
- To investigate.

To investigate what exactly?

- Should I read the case files?
- Absolutely not.

The less you know,
the more pure you remain.

From purity emerges truth.

From truth emerges...

- Justice.
- Justice.

So it's better if I know
nothing at all.

Knowing nothing allows one
to see everything.

You there.

Detective Watts.
Louise Cherry, Toronto Gazette.

Can you comment
on the Shanley case?

No.

What's your name, Constable?

Uh... Uh, George...

Constable George Crabtree.
But I...

Spell that for me?

Uh... Uh, "George."

Then "crab" then "tree."

But I really know nothing
about the case, I'm afraid.

Can you comment on the previous
detective's investigation?

Detective Murdoch?

Well, I can tell you
he's a good man.

He put an innocent man
in prison.

I highly doubt that.

He's the best investigator
this city has.

And an even better friend,
mind you.

You know him personally?

Few know him better.

So you're top chums, then?
Dearest friends?

Top chums?
You didn't hear it from me.

Oh.
Uh, can I help you?

Detective Murdoch.
What a pleasure.

Perhaps you don't remember me.

Geraldine Hanover.

I was your key witness
in the...

The Shanley case.

Miss Hanover, yes,
of course I remember you.

You were his co-worker
at the chemist's.

That's right!

I heard that the case
has been reopened,

and I thought perhaps
I might be needed.

Ah, well, a new detective
has taken over the Shanley case,

but I'm sure he would be
happy to hear from you.

Oh, certainly.

If I'm needed,
I will help however I can.

What should I say?

Uh, I don't understand.

I can tell him
whatever is necessary.

W-What's necessary is that
you tell the truth.

Just like you did
12 years ago.

Do you think I'll be asked back
to the courthouse?

There were so many people there
that day. [ Giggles ]

Um, Miss Hanover,

you... you did see Mr. Shanley
purchase the thallium,

did you not?

I wore the prettiest dress.

I do hope it still fits.

[ Slow piano music playing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Are you sure
we couldn't discuss the case?

It would be inappropriate.

Right.

You live in this hotel?

Yes. Temporarily.

I'm planning to build.

My wife and I would like a place
to call our own.

Our mind
is where we live our lives.

The only home one needs is
the human skull.

Hello.
It's been a while.

- My son.
- Hello.

Detective Murdoch.

Mr. Shanley.

I wanted to say,

I know you're not the only one
to blame for all of this.

The past is the past.

I'm just glad I'm free and I can
spend the evening with my son.

So don't be too hard
on yourself, eh?

I must say,
I question his sincerity.

MURDOCH: Why wouldn't you?
The man's a murderer.

That remains to be seen.

I am perfectly capable
of admitting

when I've made a mistake.

But given the volume of evidence
in this case,

I find that nearly impossible.

Do you actually believe
the man could be innocent?

Mmm.
This is very good.

Do you think
they have catsup here?

Detective, please.

Have you made any headway
in this case?

Have you spoken to witnesses?

I suppose it can do no harm
to sate your curiosity.

Shanley's ex-wife
won't say anything.

Uh, that witness is now dead.

Oh, so is he.

Your handwriting man

still thinks
Shanley wrote those letters.

Good. Good.
Those point strongly to motive.

But I spoke to another
handwriting man... young,

up to snuff on all the new loops
and so forth,

and he's not so sure.

And then there's the, uh...

- Co-worker.
- The co-worker.

Miss Hanover.

Oh, yes.
I spoke to her as well.

Unfortunately, I no longer

believe her testimony
to be reliable.

Oh, no.
You interviewed a withess?

Oh, no.
She called on me.

Your involvement
was to cease entirely.

Instead, it appears you are
continuing to seek a conviction.

And based on what?

A visual test

done 12 years ago
by a neophyte coroner?

Dr. Ogden is my wife.

Which makes it
all the more likely

you're blind to her mistakes.

No, it appears this dinner
was a poor idea.

Good night, Detective.

SAMUEL:
Philip, what are you doing here?

I can take care of myself.

What have we here?

Those would be
the son's parents.

Mr. Shanley's ex-wife
and her new husband.

This is no place
for a boy his age.

It's all right, son.
Go on, Philip.

WATTS: Mr. Ramsay doesn't seem
to care much for Mr. Shanley.

Wonder if he isn't
worthy of suspicion.

How could Samuel Ramsay
be under suspicion?

He didn't even know the Shanleys
at the time of the murder.

- Copper.
- Correct.

The man wasn't even living
in Toronto at the time.

It sounds like
Detective Watts' instincts

leave something to be desired.

His theories are as empty
as his meaningless philosophies.

He writes his case notes
on... on detritus.

- Thallium.
- Correct.

Let's say I was biased.

I sought out evidence
and testimony

to prove the man was guilty.

- Copper.
- Correct.

What about
the laboratory reports, hmm?

Science has no bias.

Copper.

Correct again.

It's obvious you can tell
the difference, Julia.

It seems absurd
that some wild theory

could discredit your work.

DR. OGDEN: Thallium.

And surely your reputation
stands for something.

Actually that one was wrong.

It was copper?

Barium.

Barium?
I hadn't even considered...

I didn't intend
to trick you, Doctor. I...

No, Miss James,
you were right to do so.

Barium wasn't even
part of the investigation.

DR. OGDEN:
Yes, but that's not the point.

Today I didn't consider barium,

just as 12 years ago
I hadn't considered copper.

It's possible I saw thallium

because I was
looking for thallium.

So it's possible we sent
an innocent man to prison?

Uh, sir, Detective,

I've been instructed
not to let you inside.

Is something wrong?

They've found the evidence box.

Detective Watts has asked
that Mr. Shanley be there

to witness the opening.

Couldn't they have
opened the box somewhere else?

How long am I to be barred
from my own station house?

Sir, I know.

I'll alert you as soon as
it's safe to come inside.

George, George.

Has Detective Watts made
any progress on the case?

I'm afraid I can't
answer that question, sir.

- George.
- Sir, I don't mean it like that.

Although he has asked
that I don't speak to you,

but, sir, I'll hardly heed
that directive.

What I mean, sir, is that

he's largely kept me in the dark
about the case.

Most of the things
he's shared with me, sir,

could be described, at best,
as abstract musings.

The man's a fool.

I don't think
that's entirely fair, sir.

His methods are scattered,
to be sure,

but I actually find working
alongside him quite inspiring.

Really?

Truth be told, sir,
it evokes a feeling

not unlike when I first
began working with you.

Oh.

Are you both set?

Go ahead.

There won't be anything damning
in there.

Ahh.
There she is.

The beautiful maiden
that set me free.

Oh, so you agree
this is in fact

your tin of cocoa
from 12 years ago?

Well...

Evidence records show this box
has been untouched, Mr. Shanley,

and you've just witnessed me
breaking the seal.

[ Sniffs, exhales sharply ]
Not to mention it smells awful.

Okay, fine. Yes.

Of course.
It's the tin.

There's no poison in it.

You won't object
if we test it again?

I suppose not.

- Well, what are we waiting for?
- Not a thing.

The spectroscope awaits us
at the city morgue.

- "Spectro-what"?
- Spectroscope.

Science has advanced
at a rapid pace

over the past 12 years.

A spectroscopic analysis
will leave no doubt.

Oh, no.
No, no.

I won't be railroaded by another
one of your "science" tests.

You want to do this
"spectro" business,

I'll need to research it first.

Then we will wait until you have
had time to do so.

Why bother? We can test it
with or without him.

Inspector, if we take
this evidence out of his sight

even for a minute,

he might turn around and
accuse us of tampering with it.

The sample will be kept
under lock and key

until such time
as you're prepared

to oversee its examination.

[ Door locks ]

Tomorrow morning will be fine.

This is the only key,

and it will remain
in this envelope

until all parties are present.

And why should I trust you?

You shouldn't.

The envelope will be sealed
with both of your fingermarks.

Gentlemen.

Happy?
Am I free to go?

The detective was wrong.

About what?

You're not pretty.

Excuse me?

Look at you.

Classic, Romanesque
bone structure,

excellent
physiognomic symmetry.

You're not pretty,
you're beautiful.

Well.
I suppose I'm flattered.

Why? It's merely
an objective assessment.

But that necktie...

Big smile, son.
This is for the papers.

[ Pops]

That one should be a pip.
Thank you, gents.

Ah, Detective Murdoch!

Join us?

Come, now.

You take 12 years of my life,

you can't spare me
two minutes of your time?

I owe you nothing, Mr. Shanley.

I merely provided evidence
to the Crown.

Oh, of course, of course.

It's not your fault.
You were just doing your job.

I'm glad you agree.

And the lawyers
were just doing their jobs,

the judge just doing his,

the jury just doing
their civic duty.

The armed guards

that kept me under lock and key
for 3,996 days,

They were all
just doing their jobs.

When the prime of my life
was flushed away,

no one was to blame.

Least of all the man
who first decided I was guilty.

You killed a man, Mr. Shanley.

- Your punishment was just.
- You have no proof.

You wrote the letters.

Well, your replacement
doesn't think so.

The handwriting might not
prove anything,

but the contents still do.

Proves nothing.

Maybe whoever wrote them
wanted it to look like me.

Well, I suppose we'll
have to wait till morning.

And if that tin does indeed
contain thallium,

then we'll know once and for all
that you are guilty.

You know, it's sad, really.

You spend all your time
trying to prove I'm a villain,

'cause if I'm not,
then the villain must be you.

- Well, either you or your wife.
- Watch your words, Mr. Shanley.

She wanted to see me hang
12 years ago.

With this test tomorrow,

I'm sure that harridan
will try to do it again.

- That's enough!
- [ Pops ]

What can possibly be
so important

as to have a man out of bed
before 9:00?

BRACKENREID:
[ Clears throat ]

Mr. Shanley
has filed a lawsuit...

Continued and undue harassment
by the Toronto Constabulary.

It was my fault.

He engaged me. I never should
have spoken a word to him.

Honestly, Inspector, how does
anyone work with this man?

He is some kind of renegade

to whom rules
are a foreign concept.

Really?

WATTS: I hate to say, but this
case is looking more and more

like the personal vendetta
of a single police officer

against an innocent man.

I'm not in the habit of
letting guilty men walk free.

I was doing my job...
And yours, coincidentally,

since you seem to be taking
no action to solve this case.

Murdoch, that's enough. We have
a report of another murder.

We'll continue this later.

Actually, you'd better take
Detective Watts with you.

MURDOCH: When did this happen,
Mrs. Ramsay?

When I woke up this morning,
I found him like this.

- And you didn't hear anything?
- No.

I went to bed
sometime before 11:00.

I don't what could've happened.

The pick is missing
from the ice chest.

That would be consistent
with the wound I'm seeing here.

DOROTHY: [ Sobs ]

PHILIP:
We're gonna be all right.

- [ Inhales sharply ]
- Everything will be just fine.

It appears
you have to step down

from this investigation too,
Detective.

And I have to say
you were right.

You believe Shanley is involved.

One of the neighbors saw him
arriving here late last night.

Just when I'd convinced myself
of his innocence.

Well, it would appear
he's killed again.

So Ramsay was stabbed to death
in his cellar.

Two stab wounds.
Likely an ice pick.

And we think Shanley did it?

Neighbors saw him at the house
late last night.

I spoke to him and the wife.

They both agree
she invited him over

to discuss custody of their son.

Well, if it's about the son,
that could be motive.

Shanley got worried
the new husband

was standing between him
and his family.

Agreed.

However, the victim was not
present at their téte-a-téte.

They spoke, Mrs. Ramsay
served martini cocktails,

then retired to bed,

leaving Shanley
to see himself out.

And she never saw
or heard anything after that?

Nothing. It's possible
that Shanley just left.

But it's also possible
that he stayed at the house,

there was some altercation
with Ramsay,

and he ended up killing him.

We don't have evidence
to confirm it either way.

Some of your men
searched Shanley's room.

Nothing.

Well, it's nearly 11:00.

I believe we have a test to run
on Shanley's other murder.

DR. OGDEN: I'm afraid we have
a problem, gentlemen.

The key is secure,

but the cabinet itself
has been breached.

I arrived this morning
to find that the front door

had been forced open.

I trusted you had this in hand.

I posted men to patrol the area
all night, Inspector, but...

Station One.
Dullards, to a man.

We should have
tested this yesterday.

Can't test it now.

Anyone could have taken that
and put poison in it.

Or dumped the poison
that was already in there.

Fresh as a daisy.

What, you think
I'm responsible for this?

You may have scuppered
this case, Shanley,

but we'll have you
dead to rights

over the man that you killed
last night.

[ Chuckles ]
Now, this is incredible.

You have less evidence,

and you're
accusing me of more murders.

- I've had enough.
- You're not going anywhere.

I'm holding you
till we get this sorted.

Dr. Ogden inspected the tin.

There's no residue of old cocoa

and no thallium
in the new stuff.

Which further points
to Mr. Shanley's guilt.

But makes it impossible
to get a conviction on him.

I'm gonna have to let him go.

Should never have let
Watts delay that test.

Detective Watts couldn't have
anticipated this. Where is he?

He's moved on
to the second murder.

He's having another look
in Shanley's rooms.

Let us suppose for a moment

that Mr. Shanley is guilty
of this current murder.

Now, does that make him
more or less likely

to be guilty of the first?

More likely, I would say.

If a man kills once, it seems
logical he might kill again.

Are you the same man today
you were yesterday?

Yes, of course.

Your hair is not the same.
You...

- [ Thud ]
- Oh!

...cut and discarded it.

Same with your fingernails.

Over time,
our entire body falls away

and is reconstituted.

How, then,
can you be the same?

Well, I'm the same
on the inside, I suppose.

I have the same thoughts,
the same feelings.

Oh, but our thinking changes
with maturity, with experience.

In truth, the continuity
of personhood

may be nothing more
than a delusion.

So even if Shanley was a killer
last night,

the man he is today
could be innocent?

Why, yes.

Yes.
That's very good, Constable.

In fact, it makes me question
our whole profession.

Well, Detective Watts...

...If Shanley's a different man,

looks like he'll be paying
for somebody else's mistakes.

Mr. Shanley! Is it true you've
been accused of a second murder?

Gus here has been
helping the constabulary

sort a few things out.

I can answer for myself.

In fact, I've been accused
of both a second murder

and of stealing evidence.

I'm just trying to lead my life,

and the police
continue to harass me.

Is this retribution
for your lawsuit?

You may have hit the nail
right on top, Miss Cherry.

Go home, Shanley.
You're a free man. For now.

I'm afraid not, Inspector.

Mr. Shanley is under arrest

by order
of the Toronto Constabulary.

- What are you talking about?
- Murder weapon.

Found under a floorboard
in your rooms.

That's impossible.

I found it there myself,
Mr. Shanley.

Then you put it there!

You want to see me hang!

You may not have been
a killer before, Shanley,

but you certainly are today.

This is a farce!
I'm innocent!

Shanley's not saying a word.

In fact, he refuses
to speak to us altogether.

Surely we have enough evidence
to put him away.

We found the murder weapon

in Mr. Shanley's home
the first time as well.

We shouldn't take anything
for granted in this case.

Well, Detective,
the afternoon edition says

you've managed to
fabricate evidence

against Shanley once again.

Me?

Aside from setting foot
at the crime scene,

I-I haven't interfered at all.

The newspapers seem to think

the constable who found
the murder weapon

is your "top chum."

Yeah, I-I didn't exactly
say that.

She said "top chum,"
and then I...

She is very sneaky.

She will ask you a question
one day

and then apply it later in
a completely different context.

It is truly impossible
to investigate a case

outside of your influence,
isn't it, Detective?

Right, that's enough.

We're all on the same side here,
so let's start acting like it.

Crabtree didn't plant
that ice pick,

and Murdoch didn't ask him to.

Yes, well,
I tend to believe you there.

This one's a good egg,
without a doubt.

But the case
is a shambles regardless.

Could Mr. Shanley be a victim
of fabricated evidence?

Impossible.

I've led the investigation
myself.

Well, someone else could have
left the ice pick there.

That's right.
There were two searches.

And nothing was found
the first time around.

The floorboard was
conspicuously unseated.

It's hard to imagine
anyone would've missed it.

Between the first search
and the second,

someone could've gone in
and planted the murder weapon.

And if Mr. Shanley
was indeed the Killer,

he had several hours
to dispose of it.

Why bring the ice pick
back to his rooms?

I will take another look
at that ice pick.

- I'll go with you.
- Detective...

I've been held off of this case
for long enough.

And we are all on
the same side here, correct?

Oh.
That is fair.

[ Snaps fingers I
With me, Detective.

[ Snaps fingers ]

I suppose we'll never know

if you were right
about the thallium.

Short of a confession,
I imagine we won't.

But perhaps we can ascertain
Mr. Shanley's guilt

in this latest murder.

Take a look at this.

REBECCA: Bruise from the hilt.
Deep.

Likely pierced the heart.

Almost certainly.
Now look at the second wound.

REBECCA: Same size.

Probably the same implement.

Oh, my.

These are
Shanley's fingermarks.

WATTS:
That seals it, then.

However, some of the marks
are smudged,

as if this weapon was handled
with gloves or a cloth.

I picked it up
with my handkerchief.

No, these smudges occurred
while the blood was still fresh.

I think it's unlikely
that Mr. Shanley

would have stabbed a man
with his bare hand

and then placed gloves
on his hands

to handle the weapon
after the fact.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Ramsay was killed with a
single stab wound to the heart.

No, he was stabbed twice,
as I recall.

Indeed, but the second wound

has no bruising
or discoloration.

It was inflicted at least
half an hour after death.

I can only think of
one reason to stab a man

long after he is already dead.

To apply fresh blood
to the weapon.

Let's piece together
what we know.

On a blackboard?
Nonsense.

We need to get out of doors,
Detective.

The truth is in the air.
[ Inhales deeply ]

We must breathe it in.

Someone else
handled that ice pick.

Which means Mr. Shanley
was telling the truth.

- About that, yes.
- Release your suspicions.

If he told the truth once,

he may have told it
again and again

about everything.

All right.

So he went to the house.

She had him make ice
for the martini cocktails.

But then Mr. Shanley left
after Mrs. Ramsay went to sleep.

Leaving Mrs. Ramsay in the house
with her husband.

We did find a report for that
address from some time ago,

but all it said was,
"Family conflict, no arrest."

Is that so?

Indulge me, Detective.

Let us put ourselves in the mind
of Mrs. Ramsay.

It's late at night.

I've just met
with my ex-husband.

I'm in the mood
for another drink.

I need more ice.
I go down to the cellar.

- And that's when...
- My husband comes in.

Can I give you a hand?

WATTS: I detest him.

The man has been cruel to me
for years.

MURDOCH: So much so
that I once had to

telephone the police.

This is my chance.

I stab him through the chest.

I've killed him.
I'm going to jail. Unless...

Unless I can
lay the blame elsewhere.

I just happen to know
a renowned killer.

But how can I make him
look good for it?

The murder happened before
Mr. Shanley came to the house.

Of course.

I invite him over expressly
so the neighbors can later say

he was
at the scene of the crime.

But how can I get
his fingermarks

onto the murder weapon?

She wiped the ice pick clean.

Then Mr. Shanley had to use it
to chip the ice.

Once he'd touched it,
all she had to do

was stab the corpse once more
and cover it with blood.

Crackerjack!
I believe we have it.

Are you going to
ask me something?

Hmm?

Oh. No.
What would be the point?

We both know you didn't do it.

Then why am I here?

We have to blame someone.

The function of the police
is to attribute blame

on behalf of the community,

but the community
doesn't particularly care

if we blame the right person.

Of course they do.

You can't put me away
if I'm innocent.

Why not?

Man has been using scapegoats
since Leviticus.

The sins were placed
upon the goat,

the goat was banished
to the desert,

but no one cared
that the goat was innocent.

You're the police.
You have to care.

Fine.
Then who did it?

- Gus Shanley.
- Oh.

Was that why
you tried to kill him?

What?
I did no such thing!

You didn't try to Kill
Mr. Shanley this morning?

No!

Then why were you
at his building?

Witnesses saw you there.
Do you deny it?

No, but...

If you knew
he was the killer,

why would you go there
if not to seek revenge?

What other reason
could there be?

[ Inhales sharply ]
Oh, yes.

No, there... there is one
other reason, isn't there?

To plant the murder weapon.

Oh, and his little teeth
are coming in.

Constable "crab" then "tree."

I've been looking all over
for you.

I don't have time,
Miss Cherry.

You aren't angry with me,
are you?

I only wrote what you told me.

You made it look like
I was planting evidence.

I posed a question.

My readers
draw their own conclusions.

They draw their conclusions
based on what you write.

The written word is
a powerful thing, Miss Cherry,

and you used it to paint me
as a gormless patsy

aiding a police conspiracy

headed up by the vile
and corrupt Detective Murdoch.

You have to admit
it makes a good story.

Just give me two minutes,
and then go back to hating me.

- No.
- [ Sobbing ]

Oh, good God.

All right, all right,
two minutes.

Good.

This morning I was going through
the Ramsays' trash...

Their trash?
To what end?

I was hoping to piece together
some details for a story.

"The Last Hours
of Samuel Ramsay"...

Last meal, last cigar,
that sort of thing.

But I found something
much better.

CRABTREE: Cocoa?

There was fresh cocoa in that
old Callahan tin, was there not?

This could be the source
of the new cocoa.

Yes, but it's empty.

The only thing
that would have been of help

is the old cocoa itself.

Then it's a good thing
I found that too.

No.

Found in the same trash can.

Friends again, Constable?

If you don't try
that fake-crying act anymore.

[ Sniffs ] Oof!

That's it, without a doubt.
So who stole it from the morgue?

WATTS:
It doesn't matter.

We'll never be able to prove
it's the same cocoa.

Can't we just test
how old it is?

We don't have a method any more
scientific than your smell test.

Then this new tin
is quite useless.

Ah, but thank you, Constable.

This man, he impresses,
he impresses,

he impresses again.

How did you find it?

Interesting story there,
actually.

Remember the journalist
who I said was very sneak...

Apologies, Constable.

I look forward to hearing

the rest of your account
in all its detail,

but I have
the overwhelming sense

our associate here
has a notion brewing.

There might be a way.

WATTS:
What am I looking at?

DR. OGDEN: That is
a spectroscopic analysis

of the cocoa
found in the old cocoa tin.

After the break-in, of course.

So we can assume
that cocoa is new.

And the reason you see nothing

is because it contains
no metallic elements.

Which fits with our theory
that Mr. Shanley swapped it out.

No surprise.

Now, this is the cocoa
found in the Ramsays' garbage.

The bright-green line you see,

that proves that the cocoa
contains thallium... poison.

Yes, yes. Fine.
But this is of no help.

Mr. Shanley will argue

we've merely found some
unrelated individual's cocoa

which just happens to be
contaminated with thallium.

We can't prove it came
from his tin.

Have another look, Detective.

The bright-green line you see...

To the right,
there is another green line.

WATTS: All right.
What of it?

That line, Detective Watts,
is copper.

Copper?

The only way copper
can come to be found in cocoa

is if it came
from a copper tin.

New tins
contain no copper.

So this cocoa is old.

We can say with utter certainty
that this cocoa

spent years
in the same type of tin

as the one that sat in evidence
for over a decade.

Sweet Mary,
you two are something else!

Good news, Mr. Shanley.

We have proof someone else
hid the ice pick in your rooms.

GUS: [ Chuckles ]

The police have finally
stumbled into the truth, eh?

Your ex-wife invited you over
that night.

Whilst there, she had you
make ice, did she not?

She did.

The martini cocktails
needed a chill.

But you did not go down
to the cellar.

No.
She had a block in the sink.

Think back, Mr. Shanley.

Is this the ice pick
that you used that night?

Yes.
I think that's Dorothy's.

Oh, dear God.

You're not saying
that she's the one.

She invited you over.

She arranged it so you would
handle the murder weapon.

I can't believe it.

She stabbed the corpse
to cover it in blood,

and she planted it
under your floorboards.

The woman I married
could never do such a thing.

Well, people change.

I-I suppose so.
[ Clears throat ]

So if that's all...

I'm afraid it's not,
Mr. Shanley.

What? Why not?

The missing cocoa
has been found.

And we have irrefutable proof

that it does indeed
contain poison.

You might have some powder
with thallium in it,

but you can't prove it's mine.

Oh, but we've done
just that.

You see,
a doctor in New York City

has had a very unusual theory.

Particles from
a copper alloy tin

can leech
into the tin's contents.

You see, the same clever
discovery that set you free

is also the detail that will
put you back behind bars.

Who took it?

- Who took what?
- The cocoa.

Someone stole it,
I presume to protect me.

I guess you found them out.

Who was it?

- Why would he say that?
- I can't imagine.

- Maybe he didn't do it.
- His ex-wife?

- But why?
- You're right.

Then, who?

Of course.

They've proven it,
have they?

You're hardly in a position
to look down on me, Dorothy.

I suppose they won't be letting
me out anytime soon, either.

Actually, Mrs. Ramsay,

you're free to go.

What? She killed a man
and made it look like I did it.

We know
you covered up the murder

and planted the ice pick.

You'll likely face charges
for obstruction of justice,

but you didn't kill him,
did you?

No.

Detective, please.
You can't...

No!

Philip?

He's the one
who broke into the morgue.

He stole that cocoa
to protect you, Mr. Shanley.

GUS: Philip...

- No.
- Dad, I had to.

They were gonna
put you back in jail.

Don't say another word.
I won't let you go to prison.

MURDOCH: He's already confessed,
Mr. Shanley.

To all of it.

I didn't mean
for any of this to happen.

I took that cocoa
to protect you, Father.

I was trying to hide it
when he came in. He saw me.

What have you done?

I'm calling the police
this minute.

I'll see to it
your father rots behind bars.

[ Gasps ]

You did this!
This is your fault!

I didn't know
anything about it!

I did nothing.

You're a murderer, Gus.

And instead of owning up to it,
you hid behind a bunch of lies.

Lies your son believed.

He thought he was saving you.

You made him a killer!

Hellfire!

Can I entrust nothing
to those fools?

Is everything all right,
Detective?

The ignorami at Station One
have done it again.

I clearly told them
to release the man

who looks like Karl Marx.

They've let out some fellow

who's as clean-shaven
as bloody Kierkegaard.

- Who?
- Oh.

Maybe I wasn't clear
in my instructions.

Ah, well.
Duty calls.

Fine working with you gents.

You as well.

We got it right in the end,
even if this case did remind us

that we are all fallible
at times.

Fallible? How so?
You were right all along.

Oh. Well, I...

So was your wife,
as it turned out.

She is an impressive woman.

There is no doubt you were a
fool for marrying a colleague,

but I suspect that's one blunder
you won't regret.

Thank you.

She's not pretty, though.

I don't know
where you got that idea.

Should I be offended?

I haven't the foggiest.