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(tense music)

(thudding)

- Hello? Is anyone there?

(thudding)

Someone home?

What's this?

(screaming)

(crying)

- The bullet entered her shoulder,

But it did not exit.

I imagine it is lodged somewhere in her chest.

- No other injuries?

- Not that I can see, no.

Seems the bullet wound is what killed her;

Arterial bleeding perhaps filling the lungs.

Of course, I will do a full postmortem.

(vera sobbing)

- As soon as you can, please, mrs. Hart.

- Gentlemen?

- Mm. Bit of a mess.

Possible indication of a robbery?

- Perhaps she interrupted the intruder,

He panicked, fired?

- All for a bit of silver.

- Oh, I beg your pardon.

Terribly sorry for your loss.

May I please speak with your daughter?

- What? Now?

- I promise I'll be brief.

Terribly sorry for your loss, miss chambers.

I'm detective murdoch.

Can you tell me what happened?

- I was out to dinner with albert.

And when I got home that's when I found opal...

Just lying there.

- Albert?

- A...

Gentleman friend.

- Was there anyone else home when you returned?

- No one.

My brother, eugene, came in shortly after me.

- Opal wasn't even supposed to be home.

She was supposed to meet with her best friend, henrietta.

- And she had cancelled this date?

- I haven't any idea what happened.

- Where were they meant to be?

- They were going to the moving pictures.

She was so looking forward to it.

- Isn't that quite enough, detective?

- I just have a few more questions.

- No, there's no need.

I know who killed my opal.

- You do? - Of course.

- Who?

(tense music)

(indistinct chattering)

- One of those vagrants out there.

We haven't had a peaceful night.

- Just last week, our neighbour's home

Was broken into by a vagrant.

Jewelry was stolen.

- I trust they called the police?

- Of course. They did nothing.

- I'm sure they looked into it thoroughly.

- "looked into it." some help that is.

- These are dangerous men, detective.

They come in on trains, cause trouble.

They are no good, none of them.

The-the back door's been broken into,

Have a look for yourself.

It is obvious one of them did it.

- And have you yourselves had cause to interact

With any of them?

- Only opal.

- She was a bleeding heart for the less fortunate.

She'd volunteer her time...

Feed them...

One of them must have...

I told her it was a bad idea!

- Mother, sit.

(sobbing)

- Do you know if anything was taken?

- Uh, not that I'm aware.

- There was this, on the sideboard.

It's obviously not one of ours.

- Right. If I could ask that none of you touch anything.

Our constables will be taking fingermarks.

- One of the frames is gone.

The one that held the photo we took on our trip

To niagara falls.

- Oh, no.

I adored that frame. It was a gift.

It was real sterling silver.

- Anything else?

- Well, uh, we'll have to look more thoroughly.

- They killed our daughter for a picture frame.

(sobbing)

- You best take care of this, detective,

Before another decent person is hurt.

- And living in the park makes these people indecent?

- No. It makes them indolent wastrels.

(birds chirping)

- I know these probably won't be up to your standards,

But I hope you like them.

- Oh! I'm sure they're wonderful.

So...

What do you want to talk to me about?

- Oh! How are you faring?

- Fine. Why do you ask?

- No reason. Ah...

The seasons are changing.

It can lower one's spirits.

- Yes.

- I-I know for myself,

In times of unrest,

There's nothing worse than staying home alone.

- Oh, well I don't...

I have plenty of social engagements on offer,

Should I choose to attend them.

- And have you been choosing to attend them?

I didn't ask you here

To talk about social calendars.

I have a proposal for you.

- Oh?

- Well, a favour of sorts.

As you know, I work at the dispensary,

A medical clinic for women.

And, well, in my condition,

I simply can't work the hours I used to,

And so, well, the long and the short of it

Is I need help.

- You want me to help you at a clinic?

- Nothing you wouldn't know how to do.

Organizing files, helping with new mothers,

Women who are with child.

You do have expertise in those areas.

- I suppose I do.

- It-it would be a volunteer position, of course.

You can work as little or as much as you'd like.

What do you think?

- Well...

Yes.

Yes, I think I'd like that.

- Oh, good! That's wonderful.

(phone ringing tone)

- Nobody home?

- Uh, apparently not.

- Problem? - No, just having trouble

Reaching a friend.

- Maybe your friend doesn't want to be reached.

- I considered this. But, firstly,

Nothing seems to have precipitated such a change

In attitude, and secondly,

One cannot tell who is telephoning

When one's telephone rings.

- I'm sorry I asked. - Then again,

Perhaps he's chosen to relieve himself

Of the burden of his telephone altogether.

- Sir!

I've spoken to the next-door neighbour.

Ah, she witnessed a vagrant going door-to-door

At around 8 p.M.

- Right then.

Let's have a sketch of this man made up straight away.

- Uh, she didn't get a good look at him, sir.

- Vagrant, was it?

- There seems to be an encampment

Near the chambers home.

It's been giving the neighbourhood

Some trouble of late.

- That place has been a thorn in the city's side for months.

Let's pay them a visit.

(indistinct chattering)

- Good day. Detective murdoch, toronto constabulary.

I wonder if you could answer some que--

- I beg your pardon.

I'm detective llewelyn watts.

- I didn't do nothing.

- I'd just like to ask you a few questions.

- ...Could answer a few-- - I got nothing to say.

- Goodness.

Oh! Hello.

Not exactly forthcoming.

- These type of people don't care for the law.

- Can I help you fellows? You lost?

- No. We're police.

- What do you want?

- Detective murdoch. We're looking for someone

Who visited a home last night, just over there.

- Why?

- It was the scene of a murder.

- A murder?

That's a hell of a thing.

And since we're down on our luck,

One of us must've done it, is that right?

- What's your name?

- Hank herman.

I'm sort of in charge around here.

- Oh, is that right?

So, you can make these people talk to us, can you?

- No one around here is talking to any coppers.

- We believe the killer may have stolen some items

From the scene of the crime,

Most notably a sterling silver frame.

- Don't know anything about that.

- Do you know of anyone here in possession of a gun?

- I don't allow guns in here.

- And these people listen to you, do they?

- Damn right they do.

- We need to toss this place.

Let's get back to the station and get the lads.

- Well, that will hardly endear us to the community.

- They're criminals. They don't need to like us!

- Their only crime we can prove is being without shelter.

- One of these people has bloody killed someone, watts.

I'm not going to wait around until they decide

To turn themselves in. - Sir.

Woman looks familiar.

- I think she works at scott's diner,

If I'm not mistaken. - Think you're right.

Adelaide?

Waitress from the diner?

- Yes. Yes, I am.

- Not been fired, have ya?

- Ah, no. No, I still work there.

- Ah. - Every day, actually.

- So, uh...

What are you doing here? Volunteering, I suppose.

- I, um...

I lost my home.

The diner doesn't pay enough.

But the people here are quite kind, so it's not so bad.

- We'll search every tent

Until we find those missing items.

- Are you sure we want to do that?

- Have you got a better idea, watts?

- This is like searching every house in a neighbourhood.

We have no cause to search any individual

Unless they are under suspicion.

- The killer is a vagrant. They're all under suspicion.

- Believed to be a vagrant.

- Perhaps the threat of a widespread search

Will motivate them to speak with us.

- You agree with this? - Well, no, watts.

But it's a means to an end. - Sirs?

Henrietta stiles is here.

She's the friend opal was going to see

The night of her murder.

- Miss stiles?

You and opal chambers were good friends?

- Best.

I've known opal my whole life.

She was so kind.

Always willing to help others.

- I'm very sorry for your loss.

- This never would've happened

If she'd just met with me that night.

- So, you never did meet up with opal?

- We were supposed to meet at seven.

Just as I was heading out,

She telephoned and cancelled.

- Did she give you an explanation?

- No.

- And your whereabouts that evening

Can be verified?

- Oh, yes, of course.

I was at home with my grandmother

Finishing my crochet piece.

- Did opal have a paramour?

Was anyone courting her?

- Nobody that I knew of.

- And did you know of anyone who might wish her harm?

- Never.

Opal was the kindest girl.

I can't imagine anyone holding a grudge against her.

- But she did frequent the vagrant encampment, correct?

- Yes.

She used to say they were good people,

Just a little down on their luck.

- Did she mention anyone in particular?

Anyone she felt might be dangerous?

- Only in good faith.

She was so trusting of them.

Look where it got her.

- Right then, lads.

Let's get in there and flip every tent

Until we find the missing items.

We're looking for a sterling silver frame,

Gold-plated comb and some silver cutlery.

- And if they resist, sir?

- We hold them back and then we search them.

Let's get to it.

(indistinct shouting)

(grunting)

Constable, go easy on the young lady.

- What is the meaning of this?

- I've tried to talk to you already.

We need to find those missing items

So we know we're on the right track.

- Please, stop.

I-I know where that frame is.

I know who took it. - Oh, do you now?

So, who was it? - I'll show you.

Just call off your men.

- Stand down, lads!

- Stand down!

- So, who am I looking for?

- Eddie stone.

He's known to be violent.

I saw him trying to sell a sterling silver frame.

His tent's over there.

You'll find him if you're lucky.

- Uh, hang on, sir.

- Niagara falls.

- "to mother with love."

- Sir, this is the frame we're looking for.

(constable): Hey! Hey! Get him!

- Someone stop him!

- Stop! Stop! Get him!

(grunting)

- We got the guy, eh?

- What do you want from me?

- Seems there are quite a few things we want from you.

- You leave my things alone!

- Your things? You stole this.

You took it from a murder scene.

- I did not!

- Just look on the bright side, sunshine.

At least tonight, you'll be spending the night

With a roof over your head.

- This was found in your possession.

Now, how did you acquire it?

- How am I supposed to know?

I've never seen it before in my life.

- You claimed earlier that these were your things.

Mr. Stone, I believe you stole this

From the chambers home just near the camp.

And after stealing it, you murdered opal chambers.

- I didn't steal anything.

And I definitely didn't murder anyone.

- All right.

Where were you two nights ago?

- Saturday?

I got in a bar fight.

- What time?

- I don't know. Like, eight?

Nine?

You can ask the copper who arrested me.

- You were arrested?

- Spent the whole night in the cells.

- I can confirm this by telephoning the station house.

- Go ahead.

Then you can strip me down

And I'll show you my bruised ribs.

It's the only reason I didn't put up more of a fight.

- It's true. He was in jail all night.

- So, we have the wrong person then?

- How did he come by that stolen frame?

- He says he has no idea how he got it.

- Perhaps he stole it from someone else

And doesn't want to admit it?

- Stole it from someone in that camp.

Someone in there is our killer.

Did you check stone's fingermarks?

- They aren't a match for any of the ones

Found in the chambers home. - What about the glove?

- I haven't been able to link it to anyone in that camp.

Whoever dropped it likely disposed of the other one.

- There is another possibility.

Someone may have intentionally placed that frame

In front of his tent.

- You mean he was set up.

- Well, he's a known criminal.

Easy to convince us someone like him would be guilty.

- Herman is the one who led us to mr. Stone.

You should have another word with him.

(birds chirping)

(indistinct chattering)

- Margaret. - Oh!

- This is all the paperwork for today to get through.

- I didn't realize you were so busy.

- You're going to be a great help to us.

- You must help me.

(baby crying)

I've been up all night.

She hasn't been feeding and she won't stop crying!

There must be something wrong.

- All right. We'll run some tests

And we'll see what's going on.

- She'll be okay, won't she?

- I'm sure there's nothing to worry about,

And we'll feed her some formula in the interim.

- Lying to the police is no small offence.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Mr. Stone was in jail at the time

That that picture frame was stolen.

- Meaning there's a good chance that frame

Was placed amongst his belongings.

- And given that you pointed us to him,

It's either quite a coincidence,

Or you set it up yourself.

- It's time to tell the truth, mr. Herman.

- That man is violent.

Rolled in on the rails a few weeks ago,

Nothing but trouble since.

He attacked a man just last week,

Nearly killed him!

If you're looking for a murderer, he's your man.

- So, you presume him to be guilty

Based solely on his character.

- We are good people here.

Except for him!

- So, you did place that picture frame in front of his tent?

- I just wanted him gone.

- Where did you get it?

- What? - The frame!

- A man named reed.

He buys and sells all sorts of things

Outside that old butcher shop.

- Uh-huh.

So, like a pawn shop?

- Yes, except without the shop.

And when I saw the frame in his possession,

That's when I got the idea.

- Right. Well, we'll speak to him.

But, regardless, you falsified evidence

In a murder investigation.

You're coming with us.

- How long does it take to toss this place

And arrest somebody for murder?

- Please, let me do my job.

- Well, you're not doing your job fast enough!

My opal is dead.

And whichever one of these no-good vagrants did it

Is running around free.

Is this the one who did it?

- He's only a witness.

- How do you know the killer didn't hop on a freight car out of town?

- We don't. Mr. Chambers.

The best thing you could do at this time

Is go home and let us determine who did it.

- Lads.

Donuts?

Excuse me?

Do you run this place? - Yeah.

Did someone take your order already, sir?

- I'm not here to order.

I'm here to discuss the kind of wages

That you pay your workers that they can't even afford

A roof over their heads.

- And who said something like that?

- Never you mind.

- Well, that's not my concern.

I have mouths to feed at home.

- So, you don't care that the very people you employ

Can't even afford to eat at the diner that they work at?

- It doesn't matter if I care.

I can't afford to raise their wages and that's that!

- Mr. Reed, is it?

- Uh, who's asking?

- Detective llewelyn watts and detective william murdoch

Of the toronto constabulary. - I-I don't know anything, so--

- I didn't ask you anything.

- Actually, we'd like to know where you got this.

- Uh. It does look familiar.

Uh...

Um...

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, that's mine.

Someone must've stolen it.

- Just tell us where you got it.

- Oh, yes. It was, uh...

Morris graves. I gave him a pair of boots for it.

(chuckling) got quite the deal.

- And where might we find this mr. Graves?

- Uh, usually stays by the alley,

Uh, behind the grocers around the way.

- Right. - Wha...?

Uh, now hold on! Th-that's my frame.

I traded for it fair and square!

- Mr. Graves?

- Listen,

If this is about the vegetable stand,

I only took what rolled onto the street.

- This is about a woman named opal chambers.

Do you know her?

- No.

- You recognize this?

- No.

- It was stolen from miss chambers.

And shortly thereafter, it came to be in your possession.

- I didn't take it. That woman gave it to me.

- You're telling us that a woman simply gave this to you.

- Yes. She said it'd be more useful to me than her.

Nice girl.

- Did she give you anything else?

- No.

- Where exactly did she give this to you?

- At her house.

- You were inside of her home?

On the 18th?

- I don't know. I guess.

- How did you come to be inside her home?

- I went looking for food and clothing,

Going door-to-door, like I always do.

That woman just happened to open the door to me.

- All right. What happened next?

- She gave me the frame and I left.

- She was still alive when you left?

- What?

- Miss chambers was murdered.

We believe whoever took this frame from her is her killer.

- She... She's dead?

Look, I don't know anything about any murder.

I didn't do anything!

- Let's take him to the camp and search his things.

- No. No, you guys have the wrong guy. I didn't--

- Well, then, you have nothing to worry about.

We found these items

In the tent of a mr. Morris.

Do you recognize any of these?

- I don't know. Mother?

- No. Those are not ours.

(breathing heavily)

- Miss chambers? - No, I... I...

- I'm sorry, detective.

She's rather overcome with emotion.

- And, uh, you are?

- Albert jones,

Vera's companion.

- Yes.

- That's her brush. (vera sobbing)

- It's all right, it's all right. Come.

- Her hair's still in it.

- Are you quite sure?

- Yes.

Uh, this means it's him.

You-you've found the man who did it.

- Well, we can't be certain of that just yet.

- He's the thief, he's the killer.

I gave this to her on her 16th birthday.

I should have been there. I...

I should have saved her.

- It's all right, father. It's all right.

- These cuffs are too tight!

- You'll have them off in a moment,

Soon as you're in the cells.

- Morris!

- Mr. Chambers?

- If you can't do it, I will. - No!

(gunshot)

- Hang on!

Someone get a doctor! (constable): Right, sir!

- What have you done?

- He's dead.

(tense music)

- Why would you do this?

- Can you really say you wouldn't have done the same?

- I absolutely would not have!

You cannot take the law into your own hands!

- You have to do right by your family.

- We were bringing him in!

- You were just going to ask him a few more useless questions.

- Building a case. - And then?

What if you couldn't prove it?

(sighing)

Now he's paid.

Now it's over.

- You'll likely hang for this, mr. Chambers.

- I don't care.

- It will be hard to convict him.

He'll have the sympathy of a jury.

- He shot a man in public

With no remorse.

- A man who killed his daughter.

The type of man that everyone fears.

- Still,

There are questions that remain unanswered.

- Such as?

- We've found no murder weapon.

- So, he dumped it somewhere.

- No one recalls him having a gun.

- It hardly changes anything.

Go figure it out and close the case.

- Your resistance will not help your case.

- Take your hands off me! I am not going anywhere.

- Oi, higgins. What's occurring?

- This woman was caught stealing from a fruit cart, sir.

- Is this true?

- I got fired.

Boss says I was causing trouble.

I had to eat. I-I promise, I won't do it again.

- Bloody hell.

Take her to my office, higgins,

Give her something to eat, then let her go.

- Sir.

- Right, you lot, listen up!

As of today, no one from station house four

Will be seen entering scott's diner.

- Uh, sir, it's turkey Tuesday.

- No one. Understood?

- Sir.

- I'm afraid your baby isn't taking the formula.

She's at danger of becoming malnourished.

- What do I do?

- Well, she has to eat,

So we may need to feed her forcibly.

(baby cooing)

You haven't held her in a while.

Would you like to before we feed her?

- It's fine. Just, please, help her.

- The bullet pierced his heart, killing him instantly.

- Thank you, mrs. Hart.

- You're lucky you weren't injured.

Slip of the hand...

- Yes, I suppose both watts and I

Have had our share of close calls.

Anything else?

- Nothing that struck me as odd.

He was fairly healthy, had all his teeth intact,

A few scratches here and there.

I did notice a red stain on his shirt.

I thought he had a pre-existing injury,

But it was just a food stain.

- What kind of food?

- A sauce of some sort? Maybe a soup.

- Soup?

- If I were to guess, I'd say tomato.

(tense music)

- A soup stain on mr. Graves

Matching the kind of soup

That was set out at the chambers home?

- Yes. - Meaning?

- Meaning he may have had soup in their home.

- So what?

- It's a bit unusual, sir.

A man robbing a house sits down to a bowl of soup.

- And he claimed she gave him the picture frame.

- Along with other items.

So, it's possible that it is true.

She invited him inside.

- Eating soup is not a tell-tale sign of innocence.

He could have killed her and then helped himself.

- His fingermarks were found here,

As well as on the dining table.

- What about the hallway where the shot came from?

- Uh, no.

- Is this really necessary?

I've lost my daughter and now my husband.

Please! I just want peace.

- This won't take long, I assure you.

- We're very sorry for your loss.

- The kitchen counter and then...

Again here on this moulding.

- The front door?

- Fingermarks were found on the outside doorknob

And the inside doorknob.

- Nothing else?

- No.

- If someone were to break in,

It would be presumably because the door was locked.

- Hm. - They would've smashed

The glass, reached inside,

And mr. Graves' fingermarks... - Should be on the deadbolt.

- They are not? - They are not.

- He didn't break in, the window was broken.

- That could also have happened after the fact.

- So, you think that she let him in,

Gave him some soup and then handed him

A pillowcase full of silver and sent him on his way.

- Well... - And then somehow she ended up

Being shot and the window ended up being broken.

How do you explain all that?

- Well, sir, I-I can't, yet.

- You really believe that someone else killed her?

- Possibly.

- Maybe they have the gun,

Because we still don't even have a bloody murder weapon.

- Detective?

- I think you'll agree something is missing.

So, I decided to revisit our evidence.

- And?

- I had a thought. About the murder weapon.

- We still haven't found it.

- No.

But we do have this.

- The gun mr. Chambers used to kill mr. Graves.

- Mr. Chambers' gun.

Ergo, it would have been inside mr. Chambers' home.

- At the time of opal's murder. But you don't think...

- The calibre was the same in both shootings.

Let's imagine, just for a moment,

That mr. Graves did not break into the chambers home

And did not commit the murder.

Would it then be possible...

- That the killer used the same gun.

- I need you to have a look at the striation marks

On these bullets.

- Uh. Uh-huh.

Yes, it's a match.

Same gun was used to kill them both.

- The killer is in that house.

Y did it?

- We believe so, yes.

- I still think the vagrant could have come in the house

And found that gun. It is possible.

It would've still been in the house at the time.

- Sir, it was hidden out of the way in a drawer.

Now, mr. Graves' fingermarks were found all over

The main floor, but not on the drawer in question.

Now, it is possible that he was invited inside, for a time,

But that the murder took place after he left.

- Whose fingermarks were on the drawer then?

- It was smudged, but only family members.

- I was going over the evidence and noticed something.

What looked to be a pendant that opal chambers wore

Around her neck is really a locket.

- What's significant about that? - Well, lockets usually

Have something inside of them.

This one has the letter "a" inside of it.

- Hm.

Who does that stand for, then?

- Her father's name is arnold. - Oof!

- Bloody hell, murdoch, it's a locket.

- More likely a paramour. - Thank you, watts.

- Her friend stated that she wasn't courting anyone.

- Huh. - Maybe her friend lied.

(indistinct chattering)

- Inspector!

I'm so happy to see you here.

- I'm not here to dine.

I'm just seeing if any of my men are wasting their money

In this establishment.

- Well, you can rest assured they haven't.

Since my regulars stopped coming in,

It's hurt my business tremendously.

- It's not a nice feeling, is it?

- I'll hire adelaide back, all right?

- She shouldn't have been fired in the first place.

- You're right.

Please.

- My men will return on one condition.

- What? - You raise adelaide's wages.

- Agreed.

- And the rest of your staff, as well.

- I don't think-- - I don't negotiate!

You're not paying your workers enough

That they can put a decent roof over their heads.

It's not right.

- It's a deal. - Good.

And good day to you.

- Miss stiles, the last time we spoke,

You weren't entirely honest with me.

- I am a very honest person. My family can attest to it.

- Who is "a"?

- "a"?

- This belonged to miss chambers.

- It could be anybody, really.

- Hm.

Well, I guess, as a best friend,

Miss chambers didn't really tell you everything.

I know that if I had an enemy, or a secret lover,

I surely would reveal that to my closest friend.

- If you really are to know...

The a is for albert.

Yes.

That albert.

Vera's lover.

- Miss chambers was seeing albert behind her sister's back?

- I swore I wouldn't tell a soul, but...

She's gone now.

- You were with vera chambers

The night of the murder, correct?

- Yes. Yes, we were at parkwood bowling and dining,

On the east side of town.

- Did you visit anywhere else that night?

- What do you mean?

- Did you meet with anyone else?

- No.

- No?

Not opal chambers?

- Why would I be meeting up with opal chambers?

That's, uh... It's just silly.

- Perhaps because you were seeing her.

Behind her sister's back.

- I don't know where you heard that,

But I can assure you it's a lie.

- Mr. Jones, we know it's true.

- I was in love with opal.

- So you did see her that night?

- I called opal earlier in the evening...

Told her to meet me at the park about 7 p.M.

I wanted to break it off with her because I just...

I couldn't do this anymore. I-I love vera.

- You said you loved her sister.

- Well, I love them both. I...

Obviously, I had to put a stop to it.

- So, instead of meeting with henrietta that night,

It was you she went to see?

- Yes.

After I broke it to her, then I went to meet vera.

Opal was so distraught.

She ran home crying. I...

- And you followed her?

- Follow? Why would I...?

If you're suggesting I had anything to do with her death,

You-you're mistaken.

- Perhaps she threatened to expose the affair?

You couldn't let that happen. - No. No, no, no.

She didn't. She was heartbroken, but I...

I could never hurt opal.

Please, I-I swear to you. I-I don't know what happened

After opal got home that night, but I-I wasn't there.

- I know this all seems quite overwhelming,

But it really will be a quick...

Is she feeding? - She is, indeed.

- Thank you. I was losing all hope.

- She's looking healthier already.

- Hm. Some babies don't take to the bottle.

They need the human touch.

(baby cooing)

Would you like to try holding her?

- She cries when I hold her.

I don't know what I'm doing.

- You're her mother.

You're all she needs.

Trust me. You'll be just fine.

Good girl.

These are the days you'll never forget.

Treasure them.

- Was it the two-timer?

- His alibi suggests he wouldn't have had time

To follow miss chambers home and kill her.

They were confirmed attending parkwood bowling and dining.

- Well, it was someone in the house.

What about fingermarks on the gun?

- Mr. Chambers used it to kill our suspect

Subsequent to the initial murder.

We only found his fingermarks.

- Maybe we check again? - No, we were thorough.

Any previous marks were smudged or wiped off completely.

- We checked the gun for fingermarks,

But not the bullets.

- Well?

- All of the fingermarks on these bullets

Are mr. Chambers'.

- No surprise. Perhaps he's the killer.

- Except for this one.

- Oh? Whose is it?

- Vera chambers. Opal's sister.

- Miss chambers.

We'd like to speak to you about the murder of your sister,

Opal chambers.

- What's going on? What are you doing here?

- We found your fingermark

On a bullet casing in your father's gun,

The same gun that was used to kill your sister, opal.

- You fired it once, killing her.

Then put it back in the hallway table drawer,

But not before replacing the fired bullet

So no one would be the wiser.

- Lies!

Why are you doing this? My daughter's innocent.

- Let it be, mother. - No!

- It was bound to come back to me eventually.

- Vera! No! - Mother.

- Th-th-this isn't proof.

Just because she touched a bullet?

- You believe someone else fired that gun?

- They must have! It can't be her.

- I agree.

Miss chambers was seen in the company of mr. Jones

At the time of the murder, and she didn't return home

Until at least one hour after it happened.

- So it was him, it was the vagrant.

- Yes!

- Possibly.

But I doubt very much he was able to find

That gun where it was hidden.

Furthermore, I don't believe

Miss chambers helped him find it.

- Of course she didn't help him. What are you talking about?

- You didn't fire that gun, did you, miss chambers?

But you did replace the one spent bullet.

- You were protecting someone?

- What are you saying?

Who killed my daughter? - Who are you covering for?

- I-I don't know what you're talking about!

- Vera? - I...

- It was me. It was me. She was covering for me.

- Tell us what happened.

- That night I came home early.

She wasn't supposed to be at home.

I heard noises.

I thought a vagrant was robbing us.

I got the gun.

With the neighbours' recent break-ins, I was frightened.

I was sure! I-I just--

I just wanted to stop him!

(gunshot)

(thudding)

When I finally went over to the dead body,

I realized it was opal.

I didn't even have time to think. Until vera arrived.

(screaming)

We tried to make it look like a break in.

She was just trying to protect me.

I'm sorry, mother.

(laughing)

- You really do seem to have the magic touch!

- Ah! It's not magic,

Just experience and common sense.

- Well, thank you, margaret. - Mm.

- Poor woman seemed unable to even hold her baby

Before you helped.

And to think I was about to perform a rather

Harsh medical procedure.

- Uh, it was my pleasure.

- I have to admit, I'm rather afraid

Of when this baby comes.

I know how to be a doctor, not a mother.

- Oh! Well, no one knows what to do.

You just do it.

- I suppose so.

- Well, if you need any help, I'll be right here.

- Thank you, margaret.

- Thank you.

(birds chirping)

- Looking for mr. Strange, are you?

- That's right. I haven't been able to reach him.

- Took off couple of days ago.

- Took off to where?

- Don't know.

Him and his friend loaded luggage into a carriage

And took off.

(clearing throat) - his friend?

- Sure, friend.

Young man.

Younger than yourself.

- Thank you.

(horse hooves pattering)

- Ah, there you are.

All's well that ends well.

- I can't thank you enough.

I may be able to save enough to get my own place soon.

- It's the least you deserve. (chuckling)

- The regular? - Oh, yes, please.

It's been a while.

- That'll be 25 cents. - Twenty-five cents?!

- Wages go up, prices go up. It's the way it works.

- Mm.

Topping of jelly.

On me. - Ah!

- This time.

- Hm.

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