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[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

DR. OGDEN:
Kreotoxismus.

REBECCA:
Meat poisoning.

DR. OGDEN:
Two types of brain contusions.

REBECCA:
Circumcised and diffused.

DR. OGDEN:
Ptomaines.

REBECCA:
You're off the subject.

DR. OGDEN:
Answer the question!

They are chemical salts formed
during putrefaction.

Last one.
Hypospadias.

Malformation of the penis.

[ Laughs]
That's very good, Miss James.

This really is the most
tremendous exercise.

And it's so much easier
to go through the city.

And unlike bicycling,
one can go hands-free.

- Oh!
- [ Laughter ]

REBECCA:
Hey! Watch where you're going!

WOMAN:
Are you two all right?

Dr. Ogden.

Nina Bloom.

Of course.
Nina.

This is my associate,
Miss Rebecca James.

And this is my friend
Miss Lydia Hall.

Charmed.
Those girls have some nerve.

They nearly knocked us over,
too.

You should watch
where you're going!

[ Woman laughs ]

May we skate with you?

Yes. Of course.

It's great for the legs.

And what's good for the legs
is good for business.

REBECCA:
And what is it you do?

We're dancers.
Performers.

Really?
I should come see you sometime.

Well, I'm... I'm not sure
it would be your cup of tea,

but, um, if you have
a gentleman friend...

WOMAN:
Help!

Over here!

I think we may be needed.

Excuse me, sir.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

What happened to her?

Her neck has been broken.

It's been a terrible day.

- It's been an unfortunate one.
- CRABTREE: Excuse me, ladies.

Uh, you there.
Stop. Please.

Uh...

Miss Bloom.
I didn't realize it was you.

Well, she does look different
with her clothes on.

Are you well?

Yes.

Um...

Uh, William,
Miss Bloom and her friend

arrived about the same time
as we did.

She could probably leave.

Right.
Uh, thank you, ladies.

[ Bird cawing ]

Miss James.

Her name was Lea Palmer.

Julia, is there anything

that requires
our immediate attention?

It appears to be
a tragic accident,

which is why I do wish
you would change hobbies.

Well, I'll give it up the moment
you give up your bicycle.

This gentlemen says
he saw something.

I'll let you know
if the postmortem reveals

anything else.

Hello.
Sir?

Your name, sir?

Edwin Thornburg.
Man about town.

I understand you saw something.

I see a lot of things,
especially after dark.

You can't imagine some of them.

Specific to the fate
of this woman, please.

Uh, I saw her skating,
down here by herself.

That's all I see down here
these days.

Foolishness.

Uh, and then?

Well, I turned away,
heard a scream,

and she was gone
as far as I could tell.

Did you not go look for her
to see if she was all right?

I thought she'd
just skated away.

Ah.

Anything else?

I saw another skater down there.

- Male or female?
- Couldn't tell.

Didn't see them so much
as I heard someone skating away.

So someone else was with her.

Well, I never saw them together.

Right.
Thank you.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Sir.

Ah. Find anything, George?

I'll say.
Have a look at this.

A roller-skating competition.

Anything pertaining
to this case, George?

Uh, no, sir.

However, I'll wager Miss Cherry
would love to see this.

Yes.
That's Mother.

What happened?

She appears to have fallen
and broken her neck.

Roller skating.

That's impossible.

She was a very experienced
skater.

She was known
for her dance skating.

Few were better in the world.

She didn't fall.

Miss Palmer, a witness claims
he may have seen someone

with your mother.

Is it possible
someone pushed her?

Well, that's it.
She was killed.

Why does she keep going on about
Mother being a terrible skater?

Well, usually when someone
is approached by an assailant,

there are indications on
the body that they fought back.

In this case, there were none.

Well, perhaps she was taken
by surprise.

Do you know of anyone who may
have wished your mother harm?

No. She was a very quiet woman.
Well liked.

No one she would have known

would've wanted to cause her
any harm.

No one?

[ Door opens ]

I don't know.
You'll have to ask my father.

- That is if you can find him.
- You're estranged.

No. I adore him.
But he's a drunkard.

Oh, my God.
Sophie.

I just heard.
What happened?

These people think that Mother
fell and broke her neck.

But that's not the case.
She was murdered.

Let us get out
of this awful place.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

So that's the fiancé.

She does not like him.

Oh, you noticed.

A roller-skating race.

Not just any race.

The Buffalo Queens
are going to be there.

That hardly changes things,
George.

But I have
a previous engagement,

and I was hoping
you would accompany me.

Oh?

It's a lecture
on entrepreneurship

about how the books written
by Horatio Alger

need not be seen as a myth.

From all reports,
it's incredibly inspiring.

Yes.
It sounds it.

And it would be of great benefit
to a man like yourself,

a man who needs to learn to pull
himself up by his bootstraps.

I suppose
it would be informative.

So you'll come, then?

Yes.
Of course.

That's wonderful, George.
Thank you.

Also, I just remembered.

The roller skating actually
takes place over two nights.

So does the lecture.

And we'll be attending
both nights?

Of course.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Admirable display
of backbone there, buggerlugs.

Sir?

Not even man and wife,

and she's already wearing
the trousers.

Did you see these?

Those are the ones
that nearly knocked us over.

Oh, yes.
I believe they are.

Nothing but a bunch of big shots
from Buffalo

skating around
like they own the place.

- Oh. Well, they...
- You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna show them.
I'm gonna enter that race.

Rebecca, revenge
is never a good idea.

I don't care.

I'm gonna run them
into the ground.

Well, they are professional,
Rebecca.

Are you sure you're good enough?

Oh, I am good enough.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mr. Palmer.
I'm Detective William...

I know who you are.

I'm terribly sorry
for your loss.

You know who I'm sorry for?

Sophie.

Going through her life
without her mother.

What happened?

Well, that's what I'm
endeavoring to find out.

Then why are you wasting
your time talking to me?

Is it possible someone
who held a grudge against you

took it out on your wife?

My wife went roller skating,
and she fell down.

Nothing more.

Your daughter Sophie said
she was much too fine a skater

for that to have occurred.

She was no longer a young woman,
Detective.

She could have easily stumbled
and fell.

It is a risky business,
this skating.

Hmm.

You and your family recently
moved here from Buffalo?

Yes.

I understand you left behind
several creditors.

I'm endeavoring to repay them.

And you've picked up a few here
since you've arrived.

[ Glass thuds ]

No one killed my wife
to get back at me, sir.

Were you home yesterday evening
when your wife set out?

I was.

- You know where she was going?
- No.

She said there was
some kind of skating exhibition

down by Cherry Street.

Maybe she was on her way there.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Women shouting indistinctly ]

Rolling around with wheels
on your feet.

Bloody ridiculous.

MURDOCH:
A passing fad, I'm sure.

Nothing but a menace
to the roads if you ask me.

- Worse than the automobile.
- Or the bicycle.

- Don't be smart, Murdoch.
- Couldn't help it.

WOMAN:
Looking good! Yes!

Keep that form!

Toronto's finest, no doubt.

I beg your pardon.

I hope you're accustomed
to losing.

Oh.
But of course you would be.

You are Canadian, after all.

[ Laughter]

Don't let her bother you,
Rebecca.

Oh, are you going to race too?

Oh. No.
That would be silly.

You're far too frail
to compete against real women.

- Rebecca.
- Doctor.

You need to trounce these women.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

I must say, Murdoch.
Maybe I was wrong.

It's actually quite impressive

when you sit down
and watch it in person.

Detective.

Oh.
Miss Palmer.

Uh, Inspector Brackenreid,
Miss Palmer.

Nice to meet you.
This is my fiancé, Herschel.

Gentlemen.

What are you doing here?

Signing up for the race,
of course.

You skate as well?

It's something
that she's always loved.

Hard to keep her away from it,

even in difficult times
such as these.

I have something that might be
of interest to you.

I was going through
my mother's things,

and I found something
truly awful.

A letter?

From when we were still living
in Buffalo.

Whoever wrote it said
that they'd kill her

if she didn't leave town.

So you don't know who wrote it?

From the content, it seems to be
one of her former students.

She was a teacher?

She taught skate dancing
back in Buffalo.

And who were her students?

Some of them are right here.

The Buffalo Queens.

[ Music continues ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

BRACKENREID:
I must say, Murdoch.

I'm starting to see the appeal.

MURDOCH:
Sir?

They're real competitors,
these ladies.

They're not just beautiful women
on wheels.

One of them may be a killer.

What about the daughter?

Back on skates before
her mother's body is even cold.

She is of interest.

But one of these skaters
may have threatened

our victim's life.

Whoever wrote this letter
Is our prime suspect.

"We're in control.

You'll never be able
to stop us."

What's that about?

That's what I intend
to find out.

Ladies.

Mrs. Palmer was a hideous
old shrew.

And yet you took skating lessons
from her for years.

We all did.

She made us better,
no matter how cruel

and controlling she was.

Did Mrs. Palmer ever compete?

She was a skate dancer.

She only taught agility
and footwork.

She thought racing
was grotesque, unladylike.

She disapproved.

Yeah. She was stuck
in the 19th century.

She didn't like that we dressed
the way we wanted,

that we did what we wanted.

And all of the skaters
felt this way?

Well, Laura was always fond
of her.

Why was that?

Because she was
the weakest skater,

so naturally she was
the teacher's pet.

She was just so desperate
to make it on the tour.

And yet she is now on the tour.

That's only because Sophie left.

Sophie Palmer?

She was once a Buffalo Queen?

Of course.

And then, when she left,
Laura took her spot.

Miss Howard, is it not true

that Sophie Palmer's departure
allowed you to join the Queens?

Yes, but I would have become
a Queen eventually,

Sophie Palmer or not.

But you forced Sophie Palmer
to leave the team.

Sorry.
What do you mean?

This letter was written
to Mrs. Palmer

warning her to leave Buffalo
and threatens her life.

Well, who would do such a thing?

Miss Howard, as you were
the one with something to gain,

I am suggesting
that you would do such a thing.

Me?
Write this?

Well, I never wrote
so many words in my life.

Miss Dalton...

Let me guess.
You're already married.

- Pardon?
- I'm sorry.

Please excuse my rudeness.

Uh, this letter
would indicate...

How is a woman expected to marry

when every man that she
encounters is spoken for?

Yes.

Uh, this threatening letter
was found

amongst Mrs. Palmer's
personal effects,

and I believe it was written
by a Buffalo Queen.

Why are you talking to me?
I never met Mrs. Palmer.

- She taught all of you.
- Not me.

My mother could never afford
the lessons.

I had no ill will
towards Mrs. Palmer.

Ah.

Thank you, Miss Dalton.

Happily married?

Look, I'd think I did it too
if I were you.

You probably heard
about the time

I slapped Mrs. Palmer in the
face for looking at me funny.

- MURDOCH: No.
- Oh.

Well, one time I slapped
Mrs. Palmer in the face

for looking at me funny.

You certainly aren't helping
your case here, Miss Preston.

What do you want me to say...
That I wrote the letter?

Fine.
I wrote the letter.

You threatened to kill
Mrs. Palmer?

Sure.

But I wouldn't be saying all of
this if I'd killed her, right?

I don't know.

Why would you be bothered
to utter empty threats?

Well, she said
exactly the same thing to me.

She said she was
going to kill you?

Surely did.

Sophie and I were always close,

so her mother decided
that I was to blame

for ruining her life and morals.

Told me to leave town
or she'd kill me.

Did anyone witness
her uttering this threat?

Well, she didn't utter it.
She wrote it.

A letter.
Do you have it?

Sure. I carry it around with me
everywhere I go.

Please answer my questions
directly, Miss Preston,

and you can keep your sarcasm
to yourself.

Or what?
I'll get a spanking?

What did you mean
when you wrote,

"You'll never be able
to stop us"?

Mrs. Palmer always acted like
she was in control

of everything...

Every one of us,
every bit of our whole lives.

But she couldn't stop us
from skating,

not even her own daughter.

But she did,
by moving her family to Toronto.

Mm.
For a while.

Until Sophie did
what she had to do.

Did what she had to do?

Sophie might come across
as innocent,

but she always gets
what she wants.

If she wanted to skate,
she'd stop at nothing.

Could someone really Kill
their own mother

simply to be able
to go roller skating?

BRACKENREID: Roller racing.
Something she's good at.

What if someone stopped you
from being a detective?

I wouldn't kill them, sir.

A few weeks of idleness
sitting around with the missus

and you might change your tune.

Sirs, I've been informed.

Miss Palmer is back
at the roller rink.

Thank you, George.

Do you need any help
at the rink, sir?

Oh, I think the Inspector and I
can handle it.

- Thanks.
- Oh.

[ Sighs]

All right, Crabtree.
Out with it. What's wrong?

Oh, nothing.

I'm just about to miss a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

That's all.

What?
This roller racing?

Sir, it's not
just roller racing.

It's the Buffalo Queens,
the finest, fastest,

fittest group of women on wheels
the world has ever seen.

Tickets are only 25 cents
for two nights.

I've got mine.

Yes.
Well, I'm otherwise spoken for.

I've told Miss Cherry

that I'll attend a lecture
on Horatio Alger

and self-achievement
in the new century.

Oh, that sounds interesting.

Sir, they're roller racing.

Women flying at high speeds,
danger, thrills.

I'm sure I've never seen
anything like it

and may never have the chance
again.

Listen, Crabtree.
I've met Miss Cherry.

In fact, Murdoch and I have had
a word about it.

Sir?

We all know you've had
your fair share of heartbreak,

some of it not entirely
of your own making.

Women who have left you
to follow their dreams,

careers, passions.

Women who have left you
for other women.

Inspector.

But now you have
the perfect woman

staring you in the face,
ready to take the next step.

I'm not exactly sure
what you're trying to say, sir.

If you let this one get away,
Crabtree, you're a damn fool.

Right. Well, I'll attend
the lecture, then, I suppose.

Of course you'll attend
the bloody lecture.

You'll watch paint dry all night
if she asks you to.

Keep her happy
until you're married.

Then you can do
whatever you like.

Isn't that right, Murdoch?

Well, Julia and I take
a more egalitarian approach

to decision-making, but...

Miss Cherry does seem
a fine choice, George.

Try not to fumble this one,
buggerlugs.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

She has wonderful technique.

It's just roller skating,
Doctor.

You can either do it
or you can't.

Isn't that...

Sophie Palmer.
Our victim's daughter.

Not one for mourning.

She's incredibly fast.

REBECCA:
I'm gonna be faster.

Julia.
Miss James.

You two ladies playing truant?

Just watching the skating,
Inspector.

[ Grunting ]

Hey!

BRACKENREID:
That girl's got some guts.

Indeed.

It's true. Mother and I
didn't exactly see eye to eye.

- What of it?
- She wouldn't let you race.

And so I killed her?

That's mad.

MURDOCH:
You re-entered the racing world

the very day you found out
your mother was dead.

She didn't approve of me racing.

I don't need her approval
anymore.

Where were you the night
your mother was killed?

You really think
I'm the one who did it.

You kept your true feelings
about your mother

concealed from us.

And what was I meant to do,
speak ill of the dead?

Proclaim to the world that she
was awful and overbearing

and that I hated her?

And even if that's true,
she was still my mother.

Maybe you should focus

on finding out
who wrote that letter.

We did.

Then what are you doing
speaking with me?

The Queens detested Mother.
Now if you'll excuse me.

Where were you that night?

I was at home with my father.

He'll tell you the same.

Do you believe her?

Well, her father did say they
were home together last night.

Still.

There's a hatred in her.
You can feel it.

I say that we should...

[ Woman screaming ]

[ Crowd murmuring ]

SOPHIE:
[ Sobs ] Help me!

- I'm could've died! Help!
- Miss Palmer?

What's happened?

I was attacked!

By who?

Who do you think?!
The Queens!

I told you
they're out of their minds!

Why?!

Why?!

Why?!

Why?!
[ Sobs ]

BRACKENREID:
Was it a man or a woman?

Like I said,
I couldn't see a thing.

They came in.
They turned out the lights.

Everything was black.

Next thing I know, I could...
I could feel someone near me.

And then I heard the most awful,
horrible sound,

then the most awful,
horrible pain.

And you believe
it was one of the Queens.

Who else?
They knew they couldn't beat me.

Now they don't have to worry.

The doctor says
I'll never skate again.

[ Grunts ]

Would somebody help me?!

- McNabb.
- McNabb.

Do you think the attacker
and the killer

are one and the same?

Difficult to say
with any certainty, sir.

But even if they aren't,

perhaps finding one
will lead to the other.

How could you?

She'll never skate again!

I didn't do a thing.

- Liar!
- [ Chuckles ]

Listen, old man.

If I did it, I'd be boasting
about it all over town.

- Aah!
- [ Grunts ]

[ Laughter]

The girl made short work of you
there.

[ Groans ]

They're vicious.

You saw what they did
to my Sophie.

How can you be sure it was them?

Who else would have done it?

That's what your daughter said,

but I'm afraid circumstance
is not the same as evidence.

All she ever wanted
was to skate.

And now that's been taken
from her.

Forever.

Sir, shall we speak
with the skaters?

WOMAN:
One more lap! Good! Let's go!

Sir.

Ladies?
A word?

BRACKENREID:
Hold it, Murdoch.

Sir, we need to establish
where they all were

at the time
of Miss Palmer's attack.

In a minute.

Watch.

Bloody good, aren't they?

Yes, and very fast.

They're more than just fast.

Be that as it may.

- Stop.
- WOMAN: Come on, girls!

[ Laughter]

Don't stop for him.

BRACKENREID:
[ Laughs]

[ Typewriter clicking ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Constable, a bite to eat
before our lecture?

Louise, I...

I... [ Coughing ]

I was about to come talk to you.

Are you all right, George?

I think it's just a common cold.

But it's... it's uncommon
in that it's so bad.

It's... I have...

I have a really bad cold.

I see.

Well, you can't be attending
the lecture.

I don't think I can.

I'm terribly disappointed.
[ Sniffs ]

Head straight home.

And telephone me
if it gets any worse.

I can pop right over.

You'll be at the lecture.

I'm not going without you,
George.

If I went alone,
some aspiring businessman

might think I'm there
looking for a husband.

I'm sorry, Louise.

I didn't mean to ruin your night
as well.

Miss Cherry,
I couldn't help but overhear.

If you're without plans
this evening,

you're welcome to join me
at the roller races.

Uh...

Oh, George.

It appears the whole city
is swept up in roller fever.

I'm afraid I should decline.

I'm not much good
at sporting events.

I can never get past the "why"
of it.

Who cares who's the fastest?

I suppose it's nice for them,

but what does it matter
to anyone else?

I don't know.

I find it hard to turn away

from the pursuit
of human excellence in any form,

no matter how trivial.

Hm.
I never thought of it that way.

Well, no.
Nor should you.

I mean,
w-we can't all be fanatics.

I'll talk to you tomorrow,
Louise.

Indeed.

And I just wanted to say
I'm very much looking forward

to our dinner on Sunday.

Oh, as am I...
And the detective.

We'll be glad to have you.

Goodbye, George.
Rest up.

I like her.

She's strong, opinionated, kind.

She's certainly beautiful.

She's lovely, George.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I know.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Well, depending who you ask,
none of them could have done it.

And... any of them
could have done it.

I don't understand, sir.

If they're all lying anyway,

why not at least
get their stories straight?

They all travel together but
competed against one another.

Friends and rivals.

Now, some of them
have been trying to help

while some have been lying
to make the others look guilty.

Right.

Perhaps, sir, the answer lies
with the victim's loved ones.

Ah, yes.

Mrs. Palmer's husband
and daughter provided alibis

that are impossible to prove
one way or the other.

Just as suspicious
as the Queens, then.

I suppose, sir, the skater
with the most immediate motive

would be Sophie Palmer.

Well, yes.
Her mother was controlling.

But I remain skeptical

that merely keeping her daughter
from skating

could be motive for murder.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Good luck out there.

I don't need luck.

No, I suppose not.
You'll lose all the same.

[ Laughter]

I've found something, Murdoch.

- About the killer?
- About the Buffalo Queens.

Which one?

All of them.

They're a team, Murdoch.

They pretend to race
against one another,

but they're always working
together.

MURDOCH:
Still, one of them has to win.

They take turns.

I got Jackson to pull newspapers
from all the cities

where they've been on tour
and put together the results.

They don't win every race.
That would be too obvious.

But when they do win,

it's already settled which one
of them will take the trophy.

This time it will be
Mildred Preston.

Mark my words.

So they're cheating.

They work together
to ensure they win

the bulk of the prize money
and then divide it evenly.

It's not about the prize money.
Don't you see?

They decide ahead of time
who wins.

- They're placing bets.
- Exactly.

And hitting blackjack
every time.

Thank you, my good man.

- [ Gasps ]
- Hiya, George.

George.
[ Laughs ]

This is so funny.

This happens to me all the time.

I have a twin brother
named George.

- He rarely mentions...
- Oh, can it.

You're not very good
at faking a cough.

I'm sorry, Louise.

It's just that I so badly didn't
want to disappoint you that...

George, I don't care.

- You don't care?
- No.

You did what you had to do
to get what you wanted.

Next time, save yourself
the trouble and just tell me.

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen...

So you're not upset that I lied?

How nave do you think I am?

Everyone lies.

So, who do we have money on?

Well, I just...

Come on. It's starting.
We don't want to miss it.

MAN:
...get set, go!

WOMAN: Go, go, go, go!
Let's go, ladies!

[ Crowd cheering ]

[ Chuckles ]

WOMAN:
Coming around!

The letter.

The one written by
Mildred Preston to Mrs. Palmer.

It said, "We're in control.

You'll never be able
to stop us."

They were talking
about gambling.

The victim knew
what they were up to.

Yes, and they killed her
to keep her from exposing them.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

DR. OGDEN:
William. Inspector.

[ Crowd shouting ]

- [ Grunts ]
- Careful!

Aah!

WOMAN:
Faster, Rebecca!

- MAN: Here we go!
- WOMAN: Go, Rebecca!

Go on, Miss James.
Well done.

All right, Miss James.
All right.

[ Music continues ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Crowd groans ]

MAN:
Miss James!

WOMAN:
That's not fair!

I hope she's all right.

- [ Crowd cheering I.
- BRACKENREID: You see?

Once they fix the race,
they ensure they get the win.

It's always about the money,
Murdoch.

MILDRED:
Oh. Did you take a fall?

Are you all right?

- REBECCA: I'm okay.
- Julia.

- You did that on purpose!
- Hey!

All of you should be ashamed
of yourselves.

Julia, that's it.

Did you see what they did
to her?

- WOMAN: Throw her in jail.
- WOMAN #2: Aw! Poor thing.

[ Laughter]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

MURDOCH: I'm aware
that your races involve betting.

You are a clever man.

Who cares?
Anyone can see that.

Please put that down.

[ Thud ]

I suspect that you all bet

on the eventual winner
of the races...

In this case Mildred...

And then all work together
to ensure that result.

Is that against the law,
Detective?

No, but it does provide you
with sufficient motivation

to have injured Sophie Palmer
prior to the race.

We were all in the arena at the
time that Sophie was attacked.

Even our bookie
will tell you that.

Well, I hope so, for your sake.

My constable is speaking
with him now.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

BRACKENREID:
Miss James.

I want to throttle
each one of them.

Composure, young lady.

I want satisfaction.

My ankle is well enough
to skate tonight.

But not well enough to win.

If you want to win, we need to
play them at their own game.

We?

Well, I am an Olympic-
gold-medal-winning coach.

I might just be able to help,
Miss James.

Very well.
What do we need to do?

We need to assemble a team

that are willing to mix it up
even more than the Queens.

- I can play dirty.
- Good. Good.

But we need a team.

Do you know anyone else
who can skate?

I just might.

Sir, I spoke to the bookie.

He says that the Queens
were indeed with him

at the time Sophie Palmer
was attacked.

That's if he can be trusted.
He is a bookie, after all.

Although I hope he can be.

I've placed some
hard-earned money with him.

A bookmaker's living

necessitates his
trustworthiness, George.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

- Thank you.
- One other thing of note, sir.

He said that Herschel Humphries,
the fiancé,

placed the largest single bet
of the day.

Oh?

More interestingly,

he bet on the field
to beat Sophie Palmer.

He bet against his own fiancée,

who recently became unable
to skate?

Almost as if he knew
it was going to happen to her.

Lace 'em up, Doctor.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

Ah.

Duty calls, Miss Bloom.

Where would I find your friend?

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Gentlemen.

I'm afraid you'll have to finish
your painting later.

Young lady,
you're coming with me.

[ Men murmuring ]

[ Inhales deeply,
clears throat ]

I apologize
for your disappointment.

BRACKENREID:
No, no, no, no.

We are going to pursue
what I've invented...

A diamond formation
that I used at the Olympics

called the diamond formation.

Diamond.

Your two wide players
block from the wings,

while your back player
zooms through.

That makes no sense!

This is a football formation.
We are on roller skates.

BRACKENREID:
It's the same principle.

We wouldn't be able to do it
until the third cycle.

- The third cycle?
- The third way around.

- There's no point in starting...
- Miss James... Miss James...

SOPHIE:
[ Clears throat]

It looks like you could use
my help.

Unfortunately,
I have to work this evening.

I was looking forward
to a quiet night in with you.

Oh.
Well, that's fine, William.

I may be meeting with some lady
friends this evening anyhow.

Mm.

Well, I hope you have
a wonderful time, then.

We will.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mr. Humphries.

What is it?

It's come to my attention

that you've placed
a significant bet on the race.

And what of it?

And that you have effectively
bet against your own fiancée,

Miss Sophie Palmer.

Congratulations, Detective.

- You admit to this?
- I do.

Well, then that provides you
with enough motivation

to have injured Miss Palmer
prior to the race.

Do you as readily admit to that?

She deserved it.

Well, then you are under arrest,
Mr. Humphries.

Would you care to explain
yourself?

She's not my fiancée anymore.

She's broken off the engagement?

Apparently her mother

was the only reason we were
together in the first place.

Sophie and her father
both hate me.

Do they?

The moment her mother was dead,

Sophie dropped me
like a sack of coal.

If I didn't know any better,
I would think Sophie herself

killed her mother just to get
out of the engagement.

If you didn't know any better?

I was with Sophie the night
her mother was murdered.

It couldn't have been her.

You were with Sophie that night?

Mr. Palmer,
you and your daughter

both told me
that you were together

the night of your wife's death.

But I've since learned otherwise
from Mr. Humphries.

In fact, he told me he and
Sophie were together that night.

Your daughter covered for you.

[ Exhales deeply ]

It wasn't supposed to happen
this way.

How so?

Lea and I were out skating
the boardwalk.

As usual, she began planning out
her daughter's life.

I had to stand up for Sophie
and myself.

What happened?

We began arguing.

I wanted her to let Sophie
pursue her passion again.

The roller racing?

But most of all,

I wanted her to stop being so
domineering with the both of us.

She was forcing Sophie
to marry Herschel.

She didn't want to.

So you pushed your wife
off the boardwalk

to free your daughter.

We began to struggle.

...pushed her,

but I didn't think
she would fall and die.

Did Sophie have a hand in it
as well?

No.
Absolutely not.

I told her the next day
what happened,

after you'd already spoken
with her.

She insisted on providing
my alibi.

I was prepared
to turn myself in.

I still am so long as Herschel
gets his due

for crippling Sophie.

He will.

Mr. Palmer, you are under arrest
for the murder of Lea Palmer.

May I watch one last race,
Detective?

Julia?

BRACKENREID:
Right, ladies. Remember.

Don't let them get
under your skin,

but don't hesitate
to get under theirs.

And remember to get out early
and block the Queens

before they can block you.

And, ladies,

if you bet a chance to knock
one of them off the track,

that will really throw the cat
amongst the pigeons

and bollix their plan up.

Cat amongst...

I'll relish it, Inspector.

Are you sure
this is going to work?

If everyone does their job,
it will.

- Good luck, ladies.
- Good luck, ladies.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

One more thing, ladies.

One... two... three!

[ Cheers and applause ]

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
attention, please!

Get ready for the main race!

All betting is closed!

On your mark.

Get set!

Go!

[ Crowd cheering ]

Watch it!

[ Crowd shouting, cheering ]

[ Music continues ]

Oh!

[ Crowd groans ]

Let go of me!

Get your hands off of me!

Follow the leader!
[ Laughs]

WOMAN:
That's it!

Oh!

[ Crowd shouting ]

WOMAN:
Coming up behind you!

[ Grunts ]

[ Music continues ]

You ready?

Yes.
Rebecca.

This is it!
Last lap!

[ Crowd cheering ]

Yes!
[ Laughs ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

Yes!
[ Laughs ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

We did it!

- Huh?
- [ Laughs ]

Julia, you did it!

[ Laughs ]

You did it!

[ Laughter]

MAN:
Hyah!

Well, I was left
with little choice

but to appeal directly to the
city for the necessary funding.

You did so in person?

Face to face is the only way
of convincing

these dastardly bureaucrats
to give you anything.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, Julia, you do make me laugh.

MURDOCH: They're not all
bureaucrats, Julia.

Philip Nemeth, for instance,
Is quite considerate.

Certainly not dastardly.

Oh, shush, William.
You're ruining my story.

- Thank you, sir.
- Ah, ah!

No "sirs" here, George.

It's "William" when you
and Louise are our guests.

LOUISE: Please do continue
your story, Julia.

Did you manage to secure
your funding?

I certainly did.

And to this day,
my morgue boasts

one of the finest collections
of postmortem texts

in all of Canada.

Yes.

I should love to see your morgue
one day, Julia.

Although I lent the previous
coroner one of my finer texts,

and I never saw it again!

I do love that you've chosen
to live in a hotel.

How romantic.

Well, we did consider building.

Oh.
What prevented you?

- Well...
- Well...

We found several corpses
on the property.

- Three of them.
- [ Laughs]

Uh, sir?

Ah.
George, that is a tea bag.

A tea bag?

A recent invention
of a New York City merchant.

He originally intended
for the tea to be removed

and brewed traditionally,

but I have discovered
that it is far more efficient

to steep the tea
inside the perforated bag.

[ Chuckles ]

A tea bag.
Now I've seen everything.

[ Chuckles ]

You're so knowledgeable,
Detective.

Oh, I assure you I'm not.

I understand you also know
a great deal about batteries.

Mm. The detective is a veritable
expert on the matter.

Well, then I shall love to hear
what he has to say.

Battery stories.

Mostly positive, actually.

[ Laughs ]

CRABTREE:
Look at those stars.

What a wonderful night.

Wonderful indeed.

Certainly more illuminating
than those awful bores.

Bores?

The Murdochs.

The Murdochs?

They spent all night
prattling on

about medical textbooks,
tea sacks, and batteries.

And to live in a hotel.

What a sad little existence.

[ Engine starts ]

I thought you
quite enjoyed yourself.

Good heavens, no.

Promise me that however old
we grow together,

we will never become like them.

I promise.

But he is your boss.

We did our duty.

I look forward
to introducing you

to more appropriate friends,
George.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

I suppose we can now find out
who truly is the better skater.

Are you sure your ankle
is healed sufficiently, Rebecca?

You think you can win
without my help?

I do believe that this trophy
shall remain mine.

Only one way to find out.

[ Music continues ]

Ready.

Set.

- Go!
- Go!