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[ Birds chirping ]

An Inca tern.

The scoundrel abruptly
takes up bird-watching,

and within a month,
he spots the first Inca tern

in all of North America.

I wouldn't have believed it
had I not been there myself.

And you just know he's going to
wring every last drop

out of this discovery.

He'll wring everything
out of it.

Lectures, books, guided tours.

You name it, he will wring it.

He claims Josephine Dawson
suddenly agreed

to a bird-watching date.

Josephine Dawson, with him?

[ Both laugh]

Rose-breasted grosbeak.

Oh, a fine example, Plumlee.

I daresay I caught a glimpse
of it a hair before you even.

Nonsense.

I'm putting it in my life list.

June 17th, 7:45 a.m.

Rose-breasted grosbeak.

We can both put it
in our life lists, my good man.

Only I'll mark my sighting down
for 7:44 a.m.

You are a devil.

[ Gasps ]
Oh. What is this fellow?

- [ Gun cocks ]
- HARRISON: Oh, dear.

[ Gunshot, thud ]

[ Gunshot, bird screeches ]

DR. OGDEN: Well, this was
no hunting accident.

This is Alistair Plumlee
and Gilford Harrison.

The two were set to testify
against Rex Gray next week.

These are the men
who witnessed Mr. Gray

shoot his business partner
last month?

Well, two of the three
witnesses.

I daresay their timely deaths
are no accident.

Sir, we've been unable
to find anything.

The gunman hasn't left
so much as a footprint behind.

Thank you, George.

And apparently
we don't have much to go on.

Once I get the bodies
to the morgue,

hopefully I can provide
more specifics.

Sir, the Rex Gray case, doesn't
that belong to Station Three?

Crown Prosecutor Daniels
turned it over to me.

Unfortunately, I've had
no more luck than they did.

We best do our darndest

to keep the last witness safe,
I suppose.

That's precisely
what I was thinking, George.

And I can think of no one
better suited

for this important task
than you.

Thank you, sir.

I'll do whatever I can

to keep our prize witness safe
over the weekend.

Who is he, exactly?

Roger Newsome?

Of the Mimico Newsomes.

George Crabtree.

An entire weekend together...
at last.

I trust somebody
will transport these for me?

Right there.

Sir, I am begging you
to assign another constable.

Surely you can set aside

your history with Mr. Newsome
for the weekend.

Sir, too much history
has accrued.

While investigating
his auto club,

he ignored my pleas for help
as I was being strangled.

I was having the life
throttled out of me,

and he ran off
in abject cowardice.

Not to mention
the grief he caused

while we were investigating his
golf club and his puzzle club.

MURDOCH: George, you have
overcome far greater challenges

during your time here.

Sir, I honestly don't believe
that I have.

I really think my hatred
for Mr. Newsome is such

that should the killer
try to kill him,

my subconscious
could overtake my ability

to prevent such an incident.

I would be complicit
in his murder against my will.

Sir, you would have to
arrest me.

The concession I've made
is this.

Henry will assist you
to help ease the burden.

CRABTREE:
Higgins, sir?

You're taking me out of the pot
and putting me in the fire.

I might as well watch Newsome
on my own.

Crown Prosecutor Daniels
has authorized the three of you

to stay at the Windsor House
Hotel ahead of the trial.

I will be nearby

to make sure your subconscious
doesn't get the best of you.

Sir.

ROGER: The air was still damp
with mist,

my shaded spectacles shielding
me from the morning sun.

We had been out
for an hour already

and observed nothing more

than a decrepit old blue jay
with a crooked beak.

I forged ahead toward the marsh,

where, ever so faintly,
I heard a cat-like meow.

Harrison and Plumlee missed it,

as though it were meant
for me alone.

I raised my binoculars,
and there she was.

The Inca tern in all her glory,
mustache and all.

Wow.
Must have been beautiful.

I got as near as I could
to take photographs.

Photographs that prove I spotted
the only known Inca tern

in all of North America.

I shall be renowned
in ornithology circles.

Revered, even.

I only wish I had more time
with the great beauty.

Yes, but you were interrupted
by a murder.

Oh, yes, that.

Of all mornings for Rex Gray to
act upon his murderous impulses.

I'm surprised
you're so dismissive, Newsome.

All the reasons why your fellow
bird watchers were killed,

they're equally as applicable
to you.

I suppose I am in danger,
aren't I?

You'll be safe with us.
Let's get to the hotel.

But if the constabulary
had more evidence,

you wouldn't require
my testimony?

Well, we don't.

We don't have so much
as the murder weapon,

so... so don't think

you're going to weasel your way
out of testifying.

-What if I...
-FABER: You liar!

- You bloody liar, you!
- Hey, hey, hey. Get back, sir!

Shame on you, Mr. Newsome!
Shame, shame, shame!

The shame is all yours
for those dreadful trousers.

I'll get the better of you,
Roger.

ROGER: Off you go,
little Stanley Faber!

What's that all about?

Oh, nothing,
not even worth the breath.

Did you see those trousers?

[ Laughs ]

MURDOCH:
Dr. Ogden, Miss James.

What have you?

Given the caliber
of the bullets used,

I believe these men were shot
from some distance

using a precision rifle.

A45-caliber?

Indeed, Detective.

Both bullets were in almost the
exact same spot in their chests,

suggesting they were shot
in quick succession.

The second victim
hardly had time to move

after the first one was shot.

Which is in line
with my suspicion.

Rex Gray has hired
a trained killer

to eliminate the witnesses.

Not up to my usual standards,
to be sure,

but I suppose I can endure.

It's not a vacation,
Mr. Newsome.

Oh, please, call me Roger.

Are we not well enough
acquainted by now, George?

No, we aren't, and I don't think
we ever will be.

You can call me Henry.
I don't mind.

Why, thank you, Henry.

I shall, Henry.

[ Sighs ]

So, what are we going to do
this evening?

We're going to ensure

that Mr. Newsome
doesn't come to any harm.

Yes, but what do we do
while we do that?

Nothing, I suppose.

Nothing?

Roger Newsome does not
do nothing on a Friday evening.

If we are confined to this room,

we might at least
host a dinner party.

Absolutely not.

Nobody's supposed to know
where you are, Roger.

That's the whole point.

You called me Roger.

Have you told anybody
that you're here?

[ Knock on door ]

ROGER: Well, I could hardly
just disappear.

- Ruthie!
- Oh, Roger!

[ Door closes ]

May I present my sister,
Ruth Newsome, of the esteemed...

Of the Mimico Newsomes.

Roger is so thrilled
to be joining the constabulary.

So I just... Well, I had to come
and see what it was all about.

He hasn't joined
the constabulary, Miss Newsome.

Ruth, this is
Constable Crabtree,

the bright, young,
unmarried constable

I was telling you about.

And what about this one?

ROGER:
Yes, that's Constable Higgins,

but Constable Crabtree
is my dear friend.

A top chum.

Miss Newsome, you have to leave.

And I implore that you not tell
anybody your brother's location.

Unhand me, you brute!

Ruth, Constable Crabtree
is merely doing his job.

I'm sure if I arrange
for the two of you

to socialize
in a more casual setting,

you will see
what a fine gentleman he is.

Newsome, that's enough,
thank you.

Oh, heavens, Roger.
No, no, no.

You must promise me
you'll get a haircut

before your presentation
this weekend.

You really look a fright.

ROGER:
Yes, I know.

I promise.

[ Both smooch ]

Goodbye, Constable Higgins.

- Miss Newsome.
- [ Chuckles ]

Miss Newsome.

What presentation?

Well, I'm to present
my Inca tern findings

to the ornithology community
this weekend.

You are not to leave this room
until the trial, Mr. Newsome.

But I've already booked the hall
and sent invitations.

All the top birders
will be there.

All the top birders
will have to wait.

I know what you're trying to do,
Mr. Gray.

You have a trained killer
on the outside

trying to eliminate
all of the witnesses

that agree
to testify against you.

That's news to me.

I'm going to find this gunman,

and when I do,
I'll establish a link to you.

And you'll be held responsible
for not one murder, but three.

And if you don't find him?

MURDOCH: Is that an admission
that you hired the gunman?

[ Laughs ] No.

Of course it isn't.

But if you let me out of here,
I'll ask around for you,

make your job a little easier.

I know you've had trouble
with my case, Detective.

You're never going to see
the streets of Toronto again.

I have an idea.

What's that?

Let me borrow your uniform.

Why?

So I can go for a haircut
in disguise.

The killer would never
shoot a constable.

You'll not be giving
your bird presentation, Newsome,

so you needn't worry
about your hair.

Well, I can no sooner
go to court looking like this.

CRABTREE: As soon as Rex Gray
is in a penitentiary,

you can have all the haircuts
you want.

Until then, nobody cares
about you or your hair,

just your testimony.

[ Higgins snoring ]

I'm hungry.

[ Sighs ]

I suppose it is that time.
I'll get our dinner.

Thank you, George.

Oi, Higgins,
I'm off to get our supper.

All right.

Well, make sure
he doesn't leave.

All right.

- [ Clears throat ]
- [ Door opens ]

- [ Snoring ]
- [ Door closes ]

Henry, I'm going for a haircut.

Bye.

[ Snoring continues ]

[ Door opens ]

MURDOCH: Henry?

HIGGINS:
Yes, Detective?

Where's George?

He went to get supper, sir.

And took Mr. Newsome with him?

Yes. No.

Uh, Roger must have gone out
for a haircut, sir.

He's left the building?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Sir, there he is.

Henry, the balcony.

- The shooter.
- HIGGINS: Sir.

Mr. Newsome, get down!

Mr. Newsome, get down!

[ Gunshot ]

[ People screaming ]

Get up, get up.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Mr. Newsome, are you hit?

No, I'm all right,
thank heavens.

I merely wanted a haircut.

Yes, well...

-Ruth said my hair...
-Oh.

I merely wanted a haircut
before my presentation.

Inca tern.

Meow.

Tell George...

I had a bird's-eye view.

Bird's-eye...

- MURDOCH: No.
- ...view.

MURDOCH: No, no.
Mr. Newsome!

Ohh.

CRABTREE:
Bird's-eye view?

That's right. He said, "Tell
George I had a bird's-eye view."

Sir, I can't imagine
what that means.

Well, he was dying.

Perhaps it was simply
a delusion.

Tell me we have something,
Detective.

I am terribly sorry,
Mr. Daniels,

but the shooter got away
without a trace.

Again?

You're telling me
he left nothing behind for us?

Sir, he is meticulous,
a professional, if you will.

It's going to be
difficult enough

to prosecute Mr. Gray
without the murder weapon.

Now I don't have any witnesses,
either.

Mr. Newsome was a pain in the
neck, but I wish he'd survived.

What if he had?

Had what?

Survived.
What if he was still alive?

What in heavens
are you talking about?

You just told me
the man died in your arms.

But at this point,
no one else knows that.

What if we created the illusion

that Mr. Newsome
survived the shooting

and was still determined
to testify against Mr. Gray?

How does that help me?

I can't put a corpse
on the stand.

No, but if we present him
all about town

as if he is still alive,

perhaps the killer will try
to kill him again.

MURDOCH:
Exactly.

If we can catch the killer

in the process of trying
to re-kill Mr. Newsome,

then perhaps we can force him
to testify against Mr. Gray.

You want to parade a dead man
around town

in hopes that his murderer
tries to murder him again?

Yes.

Well, it's mad,

but if you can get permission
from his next of kin,

give it a try.

George, perhaps you can get
permission from his next of kin.

Sir, might I suggest that
request come from Henry Higgins.

Newsome's sister
took quite a liking to him.

Very well.

Perhaps Henry will embrace the
opportunity to redeem himself.

Let me begin by saying
how very sorry I am

for your loss, Miss Newsome.

I will miss him dearly.

But I am glad he got to fulfill
his desire to be a constable

in his last days.

Uh, yes.

Actually there is more he can do
to help the constabulary.

How do you mean?

Well, Miss Newsome,
with your permission,

we would like to try
to bring Roger back to life,

resurrect him, if you will,

so he may continue to help us
with our case against Rex Gray.

The plan would be
to try to fool...

Oh, thank heavens!

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
of course I permit!

I most certainly permit.

- That was easy.
- I get my beloved Roger back!

You can revive him!
When may I see him?

- Wait now, Miss Newsome.
- My darling brother!

Roger and I will grow old
together after all.

- Hold on, Miss Newsome.
- And you.

I can't thank you enough for
this great gift, Henry Higgins.

The gift of life.

Oh, I think you
must have misunderstood

what I'm trying to ask you,
Miss Newsome.

You see, Ro...

You see, Roger is indeed dead.

We cannot literally
bring him back to life.

No?

No.
That's impossible.

We would merely like
to pretend he's alive

in order to catch his killer.

Pretend?

Oh.

So, may we have your permission

to present Roger around town
as if he were alive?

It really is our best hope
to catch his killer.

You're going to take Roger
out in public?

Yes.

I have one condition.

DR. OGDEN: I don't believe I've
given anyone a haircut before.

It's quite fun.

And I've never applied makeup
to a corpse.

DR. OGDEN: You could moonlight
as a mortician, Miss James.

Between this and my studies,

I'm doing more than enough
moonlighting, I should think.

Ah, I can almost see the life

returning to his cheeks,
Miss James.

William, where do you
get your hair cut?

I don't believe you've ever
mentioned going to the barber.

Oh, it's nowhere special.

Surely the barbershop
has a name.

Mm, I can't recall.

You, William Murdoch, the man
who remembers everything,

cannot recall
where he has his hair cut?

No, I don't.

I prefer to use my mind
for more important things.

All right.

I was just curious.

Well, I feel as though
I'm being interrogated, Julia.

And I feel as if
I'm being lied to.

REBECCA:
Dr. Ogden, is that enough rouge?

Ah.
A touch more, Miss James.

Perhaps you cut your own hair.
Is that it?

No.

It is, isn't it?

No, it isn't.

It would be tremendously
difficult to get the back even.

Perhaps your hair
simply doesn't grow.

You've never been to the barber.

Mrs. Kitchen.

Mrs. Kitchen, the landlady?

I return to my boarding house
every other Wednesday at lunch

to have my hair cut.

Well, now that I'm an expert,

perhaps you'll allow me
next time?

Oh, no, thank you.

Then I would be without
an excuse to have her beef stew.

The truth emerges.

[ Clears throat ]
There.

This wheeled chair

will allow Mr. Newsome
some natural movements,

such as waving his hand.

I've opted for the royal wave.

The person pushing
the wheelchair

controls the movements
very discreetly

by adjusting these knobs.

[ Chuckles ]

And he's fresh from the barber.

Now that rigor has passed...

...he's ready for the town.

Unfortunately, Mr. Newsome
lost the use of his legs

after the shooting.

We hope it's only temporary,
and in the meantime,

Detective Murdoch
has outfitted him

with a special wheeled chair.

And he's still willing
to testify against Mr. Gray?

Yes, he's more determined now
than ever, Miss Cherry.

How can you be sure that the man
who shot Mr. Newsome

is, in fact,
working for Mr. Gray?

Well, we can't prove it yet,

but the three witnesses
set to testify against him

being shot just prior
to the trial,

it's a difficult coincidence
to overlook.

You mentioned that Mr. Newsome
had been placed in seclusion

at the Windsor House Hotel
under your supervision.

How did he come to be shot
in the street?

Yes, that... Well, he had some
very important matters to see to

vital to the preparation
of the trial.

It, sadly, couldn't be avoided.

Forgive me for asking,
but does Mr. Newsome fault you

or the constabulary
for his current predicament?

He hasn't said so.

Well, keep me abreast,
Constable.

Miss Cherry.
Will do.

HIGGINS: Well done, George.
Heck of a yarn you wove for her.

Yes, I suppose so.

What's the matter?

It's all a big lie, isn't it?

Yes, I know.
It's great.

Yes, but the truth
will come out eventually.

What will she think of me then?

What does she think of you now?

I don't know.

Well, if it helps us catch
two killers, is it not worth it?

Gentlemen, say hello
to Roger Newsome.

HIGGINS: Hello.

CRABTREE:
Oh, my goodness.

You can't make him talk,
can you, sir?

No, Henry.

As you can see, I have
customized this wheeled chair

so that its operator

can manipulate
Mr. Newsome's movements.

Sir, that's nothing short
of remarkable.

Very inventive.

But how exactly are we going to
lure out Rex Gray's man?

Actually, I've given that
considerable thought.

As a result
of the newspaper article,

the gunman likely knows

Mr. Newsome is staying
at the Windsor House.

And we know
the gunman's modus operandi

is to shoot his targets
from a distance like a sniper.

We can use that
to our advantage.

We will roll Mr. Newsome all
the way to the Windsor House,

allowing everyone
a good look at him

to see that he is indeed alive.

Once there, Dr. Ogden and I

will set him up for dinner
in our suite,

conveniently seating him
in front of the window,

thus allowing the gunman
a clean shot

from the building next door.

...help you with your hat?

Meanwhile, you two
will have discreetly secured

the building next door.

When the gunman tries
to make his escape,

he should run
right into your arms.

Now, don't forget, he is armed,

so you must make a stop
at the armory yourselves.

Well, let's hope it works.

Oh, I'm quite confident it will.

So you'll make a new plan.
You always do.

But I liked this plan, Julia.

Perhaps the shooter realized

that the building next door
had been secured.

Or he realized Mr. Newsome was,
in fact, already dead.

A sobering thought.

You barely touched your
roast chicken, Mr. Newsome.

Something the matter?

I suppose I lacked an appetite,

knowing I was going to be shot
any moment.

Or rather he mistakenly thought
you'd prepared it.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Detective Murdoch.

Yes, George, please come
and collect Mr. Newsome

and bring him to the morgue's
cold storage for the night.

- George!
- Higgins, catch him!

Oh, Higgins,
his hand went in my mouth!

Come on, George.
Okay.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Here we go.
- Okay.

Higgins, try...
Try to move his feet.

His feet, like this.

HIGGINS: Mr. Newsome,
I wager the detective

would make some interesting
dinner conversation.

I've never dined with him
myself, you see.

Higgins, why are you
talking to him?

George, we have to pretend
he's alive.

I imagine the doctor would have
been in her evening wear.

All right, Higgins,
that's enough.

Let's just get him in the chair.

Okay.

[ Gunshot ]

Roger?
Mr. Newsome, are you okay?!

Higgins, go after the gunman!

[ Dog barks in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Another .45-caliber, Detective.

Pierced his heart.

Surely would have been fatal

if he were not already dead,
of course.

Thank you.

Once again, this is all
the gunman's left behind for us.

It would appear the ruse is up,
William.

The gunman must be convinced
of Mr. Newsome's death by now.

Not necessarily.

My bullet-resistant vest.

Gun, please.

Ears.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Gunshot ]

So if Mr. Newsome
had have been wearing this,

last night's shooting
would not have been fatal.

Hypothetically.

Hypothetically.

So should Miss James and I
revive him once again?

MURDOCH:
If you would, please.

How do we convince the killer
that Newsome was wearing this?

Have your newspaper friend
write another article

about how Mr. Newsome
survived yet again.

Obviously the shooter took
notice of the first article.

Right.

And here it is.

Goodness, the constabulary
surely thought of everything.

CRABTREE:
It's an original invention

of Detective Murdoch's,
made out of metal and silk.

[ Clicks ]

And now it's saved
Mr. Newsome's life.

That's right.

And even after
this latest brush with death,

you still believe he'll testify?

He insists.

I would surely like
to interview him.

A couple of quotes
would spruce up my story.

That will not be possible.

You see, Miss Cherry, the vest,

while it did save
the man's life,

the sheer impact of the bullet
broke one of his ribs,

and... and speaking
is very painful.

Even his breathing
is... Is not noticeable.

CHERRY:
Very well.

Why are you bringing these
stories to me, of all reporters?

You wouldn't be finding excuses
to see me more often,

would you, Constable?

No, that's not the reason.

I mean, I very much
enjoy your company,

but I'm under direct orders
from Detective Murdoch.

Shoot, George, if we had thought
to put this on Roger Newsome,

he might still be alive.

Oh, Henry!

So he wasn't wearing this
last night?

No.

CHERRY:
Constable Crabtree?

He was not.

So he's dead.

And has been this entire time.

Uh-oh.

Yes, but...
Wait, Miss Cherry!

Miss Cherry, wait.
Please, wait.

I unwittingly lied to my readers
thanks to you.

I know. I'm sorry.
I didn't want to do it.

Perhaps I'll write a story

of how the constabulary
deceived the public.

- How would you like that?
- I would not like that.

But I have a proposition.

If you print the story
of Mr. Newsome surviving again,

then when the trial is over,

I will give you and only you
the whole true story,

the story of how
the constabulary

brought a corpse back to life

to catch a killer
and bring Rex Gray to justice.

I've covered Mr. Gray before,

and I know full well
how evil he is.

If this will help send him
to the gallows,

then I suppose
I should do my part.

But you do owe me,
Constable Crabtree.

Miss Cherry.

[ Sighs ]

MURDOCH: We need to get
Mr. Newsome out into the open

but in an enclosed space
so that we can catch the killer.

I wonder if we can create
some sort of event

for Mr. Newsome to attend.

Sir, we may not
have to create one.

Just prior to his death,

Mr. Newsome was determined
to follow through

with this presentation
he was to give tonight

on the fancy bird
that he discovered.

- Right.
- Why don't we let him?

Is it too late
to get a mention of it

in the latest newspaper article?

I shouldn't think so, sir.

However, if the killer
was too cautious

to take a shot at the hotel,

why would he tonight
at the presentation?

Just as it may very well be our
last chance to trap the gunman,

it's also the gunman's
last chance to kill Mr. Newsome.

Right.

And Gray must be leaning
on his man to finish the job

with the trial
right around the corner.

Oh, but how is Mr. Newsome
going to present?

He remains, after all, a corpse.

Perhaps I'll present
for him, sir.

I'll wheel
the sitting duck out there

and then explain to the audience

that Newsome can't speak
due to a broken rib.

I'll be his voice.

Very good, George.
Very good.

I suppose you'd better brush up
on your ornithology before then.

Oh, I rather look forward to it.

I do hope Mr. Newsome's hair
is satisfactory

after my little trim.

Yes, Julia, I've been meaning
to speak to you about something.

What is it?

If it means that much to you,

the next time
I need a haircut...

[ Gasps ]

What about Mrs. Kitchen's
beef stew?

Well...

I could request her recipe.

Ah. Uh...

We really should be off.

On our date.

We are there to catch a killer.

We must be mindful
of our surroundings.

Well, we'll have be lovebirds
after work, then.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Henry, I need you
along with the other constables

to station yourselves out here,

ready to apprehend the gunman
should he escape.

Yes, sir.

Now, I have sealed off the back,

so you need only be mindful
of the front and side entrances.

That's good thinking, sir.

It's an interesting bird,
this Inca tern.

If he shoots, you will be able
to hear it from outside,

so ready yourself
along with the other constables

to apprehend the gunman.

Me-Me-Meow.
Meow. Meow.

George?

Sir, I'm trying to perfect

the Inca tern's
unusual cat-like call.

Oh!

All right, let's position
ourselves inside and get ready.

Henry, don't let him escape.

The air was still,
damp with mist.

I'm sorry. The air
was still damp with mist.

Mr. Newsome had been out
for more than an hour

and seen nothing but
a crooked-beaked blue jay.

But something compelled him to
push on, a calling, if you will.

Excuse me.

Nay, not a calling.

Something more powerful.

And so Mr. Newsome
bravely forged on.

It was then he heard a faint,
cat-like meow

coming from a tree.

Meow.

[ Light laughter ]

He approached the tree quietly,
and he saw this!

[ Crowd gasps ]

The Inca tern!

The first ever observed
in North America.

A momentous
ornithological discovery,

calling into question
all we thought we knew

about migratory patterns.

[ Applause ]

Nonsense!
Nonsense!

What you are claiming,
Mr. Newsome, is a lie.

It's impossible!

Mr. Faber, how can you argue
against this photograph?

Clearly taken in Toronto.

I don't know,
but it can't be real!

Well, I assure you, sir, it is.

[ Faber stammering ]

I want to hear from Mr. Newsome
himself, not his mouthpiece.

[ Gunshot ]

- [ People screaming ]
- MURDOCH: Stop!

[ Gunshot ]

Sir!
Sir, I got him!

I stopped him,
just like you said.

He's dead.

We needed him alive, Henry.

I'm sorry, sir.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

The same caliber as the bullets

taken from
the other two witnesses.

Leaving little doubt
their killer is the same man.

And even less doubt
that he's working for Rex Gray.

Yet we can't establish
a definitive link.

Sir, without witnesses
to testify,

is he just going to walk free?

Unfortunately, I see no choice

but to telephone
Crown Prosecutor Daniels

and tell him
that the charade is over.

I solved the case!
I solved the case!

To which case are you referring,
Mr. Faber?

FABER:
This is Roger's grand discovery.

A dead Inca tern.

I told you he was lying.

How can you be sure
this is the bird

that Mr. Newsome photographed?

Because I got it from his house.

Ruth Newsome gave you this?

No.

MURDOCH:
You broke in, then?

No, I-I-I-I would never
do such thing.

I-I found an open window.

So it's a stuffed bird.

Why are you so intent on ruining
the reputation of a dead man?

Because I knew
that the Inca tern

couldn't possibly be in Toronto,

yet everyone chose
to believe Roger instead.

How can you be sure?

Because the Inca tern
is native to South America

and restricted
by the Humboldt Current.

Making its way to Canada
would be an impossibility.

[ Laughs ]
The fool.

If he knew anything about birds,

he would have at least
chosen one

that could conceivably
make it here.

[ Chuckles ]

So you believe Mr. Newsome
had the bird shipped

from South America so he could
discover it in Canada.

Yes, and it likely died
en route.

Making him a bird killer, too.

So he then stuffed the bird,
placed it up a tree,

and discovered it anyway.

Yes, yes!
Exactly!

For him to place the bird in the
tree, he would have to climb it.

I had a bird's-eye view.

Bird's-eye...

view.

"Bird's-eye view."

- Sir?
- Mr. Newsome's dying words.

At first I wasn't sure
what he meant,

but he may have been
trying to tell us

that he saw something more

from atop the tree
where he placed this bird.

CRABTREE: Sir, he did
at one point hint to me

that he knew something more
about the case.

I thought he was trying
to weasel his way

out of testifying.

- We have to find that tree.
- How will we do that?

Bring along
Mr. Newsome's photographs.

Yes, yes, let's do that.

And you, Mr. Faber,
will be staying here

and being booked for breaking in
and stealing Mr. Newsome's bird.

But... But I solved the case.

Give me that bird.

MURDOCH:
So, Mr. Newsome saw the bird

and photographed it
early in the morning?

That's right, sir.

The air was still damp
with mist.

So...

The sun would have been coming
from that direction,

which means
that could be our tree.

Sir, I'm surprised Newsome would
climb a tree in the first place.

He seemed so particular
about his trousers.

MURDOCH: Hmm.

What I don't understand is if
Mr. Newsome did see something,

why not simply tell us instead
of risking his life to testify?

Yes, but, sir, this is a man
who at the puzzle club

had us all believing
that he was a killer

just so we would also think

he was the first one
to solve the puzzle.

MURDOCH:
A prideful man, I suppose.

Hmm.

Could this feather
be from our bird?

Sir, that white tip,
that's as unmistakable

as the Inca tern's red beak
and white mustache.

MURDOCH:
Ah, yes.

Yes, this is it, George.

This is where Mr. Newsome
planted his bird...

...in the tree...

...before leading his fellow
bird watchers back here

to witness him making
his false discovery.

Having no idea they would
be about to see Rex Gray

murder his business partner
in the distance.

At which time
they immediately fled,

leaving his precious bird
behind.

Newsome perhaps retrieved it
later that day, sir,

when the police were gone.

And when he did, he would have
had the same vantage point

of the murder scene
that I do now.

Would have been roughly
the same time of day.

George, I believe
we may have what we need

to convict Mr. Gray.

Without any witness testimony
or evidence to speak of,

I see no choice
but to release Mr. Gray.

[ Chuckles ]
Thank you, Your Honor.

I am not happy about this.

[ Knock on door, door opens ]

Mr. Daniels, your office said
we might find you here.

Detective Murdoch.

Did you come to see off Mr. Gray

now that he's about
to be released?

Quite the opposite, actually.

The murder weapon, found near
the scene of the crime,

complete with Mr. Gray's
fingermarks on it.

And the bullets matched the one
found in his partner.

Your Honor, I do believe we
should proceed with the trial.

JUDGE: See you bright and early,
Mr. Gray.

Why the bird?

I was going to try to explain
how we came to find the gun.

This bird had a hand in it,

but it's perhaps
too long a story now.

Then save it for the stand,
Constable.

You want me to testify?

Why, yes.
And bring your bird.

You can thank Mr. Newsome
for this, Mr. Gray.

That's Roger Newsome,
of the Mimico Newsomes.

I've had my share of run-ins
with Mr. Newsome

over the recent years,
and I have to say,

only now in death have I grown
to admire the man,

for with his dying words,

he helped the constabulary
catch a killer.

And so, now, I hope
that Mr. Newsome

is looking down on us with pride

from his newly found
bird's-eye view.

And now,
for some closing remarks,

I would like to call
on Detective William Murdoch.

Go ahead, William.

I hardly knew the man.

You spent the whole weekend
with him.

Th...

I... [ Clears throat ]

I recently had occasion
to dine with Mr. Newsome.

And I can say that his
table manners were exemplary.

Bravo, Detective!
Bravo!

I truly am sorry

we weren't able to bring Roger
back for you, Miss Newsome.

Oh? And just how sorry are you,
Henry?

Miss Cherry, I didn't even
see you back here.

CHERRY: A good reporter knows
how to go unnoticed.

I suppose I owe you a story.

I have the time
if you have the inclination.

All right, then.

[ Birds chirping ]

I told you this would be fun.

This is a hobby for people

with entirely too much time
on their hands.

Not a city coroner
or a police detective.

DR. OGDEN:
One must strike a balance

between work and leisure,
William.

MURDOCH:
It's a bit too leisurely.

DR. OGDEN: Now, if only we could
find a bird to watch.

MURDOCH:
Birds are everywhere.

You see them
walking to your grocer.

I don't understand
traveling all this way

to see something
that's all around.

Yes, but here we can observe
them in their natural habitat.

But why?

Birds behave the same here
as they do in the city.

They will fly.
They'll perch, sing.

Surely you can appreciate
the tranquility

of the setting at least.

Yes, well, it is quiet.

And secluded.

William.

Someone might see us.

[ Gasps ]
Look, William!

It's a North American goldfinch!

Or is it merely
a yellow warbler?

Regardless, it's magnificent.

Oh, what a thrill.

William?