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I'm saying it's a bad idea.

The banquet, or the fact
that it's being held

in complete darkness?

Well, obviously,
I'm not against banquets.

I do work at a hotel.

This dinner is in honor

of a very special guest
who is both blind and deaf.

Which is why we've invited
blind and deaf guests,

as well as charitable donors.

Exactly.
Mixing the rich with the poor?

With the lights out?

And a constituency specially
skilled for such circumstance?

The opportunity for theft
is obvious.

As a fellow detective,
you must appreciate my position.

I believe I'm more concerned
with the potential

for mishap than avarice,
Mr. Fellows.

But I'm not unconcerned.

Why does
our hotel need a detective?

I believe you and I living here

may have had something
to do with that.

Still.

One detective per hotel
should be sufficient.

Doctor, Detective.
Wonderful to see you again.

- Mr. Bell.
- It is indeed a pleasure.

- Mr. Bell.
- Allow me

- to introduce my wife, Mabel.
- Hello.

How do you do?

And it gives me
great pleasure...

...to introduce the guests
of honor this evening,

Miss Helen Keller

and her governess,
Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy.

Dr. Julia Ogden
and Detective William Murdoch.

I'm so happy
to finally meet you.

I feel I know you already
from our letters.

This is Dr. Ogden

and William Murdoch.

How wonderful to meet you.

And thank you for
helping organize this dinner.

Where everyone will be
as blind as I am.

May I see you?

She wants to touch your face.

Oh. Of course.

You're smiling.

I understand you can read lips.

I can.

But I make mistakes.

Meet my husband.

And you are very handsome.

Fascinating.

Her fingers can see,
as well as hear.

Quite accurately, I might add.

Ladies and gentlemen,

if you would please
take your assigned seats,

dinner is about to be served.

And you sit, my dear.

I think it would suit everyone

if you were to take
your leave, sir.

I beg your pardon?

To find you here
in present company is an insult.

At least I've paid to be here.

You either leave, or
I'll be forced to do something

- I might regret.
- Come on, take your seat.

What's the matter?

I'm missing my steak knife.
And my napkin.

Well, you could
just borrow mine.

Don't be tedious.

Goodness.
I'm missing my napkin, too.

However will I dab my mouth?

Excuse me.
Hello? Waiter.

We're missing a knife
and two napkins.

If you have something
refreshing, get me some.

Oh, hello.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you should all have your meals

in front of you by now.

Please take a moment
to acquaint yourself

with everything
you will be needing.

Please remember this is
an experiment in experience.

And whilst
it's always preferable

for the sightless
to have sight...

...sometimes it helps
for the sighted to have insight.

Very exciting, isn't it?

Oh, my!

William, are you still there?

No. I seem to have
completely disappeared.

This darkness
is quite extraordinary.

I so rarely experience this.

Why don't you tell me
about your latest rose?

Well, as you know,
I've been committed

to hybrid teas since I...

...decided to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

between Persiana,
which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

I have particularly high hopes

for one that I'm gonna call
Crimson Sunrise

because there's just
a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow.

Sunsets are red.

- Excuse me.
- Yes, but...

Sir?

Oh, my God!
Turn on the lights!

Turn on the lights!

Goodness gracious!

- I can't breathe.
- I say!

Who could have done this?

Everybody away from the table.

I mean now.

This means you.

- Sir!
- This gentleman is deaf.

Allow me.

The Killer likely covered
his mouth with this napkin

and then used the countervailing
force to push in the knife.

Any idea the force
that would have been required?

Well,
a woman could have done it,

if that's what you're asking.

Didn't I tell you something
like this would happen?

I don't recall you mentioning
anything about murder.

A crime of opportunity
was what I predicted.

Detective, if I may be
of any assistance...

Yes. I would be grateful
if you could aid

in the questioning
of the deaf guests.

- The constables...
- Why are you wasting time

with the deaf?

The blind
is who you should focus on.

Who else could find someone
in the pitch dark,

let alone kill them?

We have guests
that are both blind and deaf.

Yes, Helen Keller.

She has the skills.
No doubt about it.

But the killer instinct?

Mr. Fellows, if you don't mind,
I have an investigation.

Of course.

I'm just the hotel detective,
after all.

Is there anything you'll
be requiring of us, Detective?

I'd like to take Helen
back to her room.

Very well.
But stay there.

I will need to interview
both of you.

I do have some information
you may find pertinent.

- What would that be?
- I overheard some guests

complaining
about a missing knife.

And two napkins, if I recall.

It's probably nothing.

Sorry to waste your time.

George, Henry, please interview
all of the guests.

And get a copy
of the seating chart, please.

Sir. I take it
dinner did not go as planned?

- No, it did not.
- DR. OGDEN:

Oh, and please find out
which guests were missing

a knife and two napkins.

- Sir.
- Sir.

The killer inserted the knife

into the narrow gap
between the spine and the skull.

He or she knew to slide
the weapon in sideways.

Detective Murdoch,
it may interest you to know

that I made an audio recording
of the dinner.

- Two, in fact.
- Oh.

I was hoping to learn whether
the lack of visual reference

would affect the way we speak.

I gather you'd like a listen.

Yes, I would.

So, was this your
right shoulder or your left?

George. I found out who reported
the knife and napkins missing.

Ruth Newsome?

And the man she's with.

Right. Do you want me
to interview them?

I know
she's a bit spoony over you.

It's okay.
I can manage it.

Miss Newsome.

Constable Higgins!

Isn't it dreadful?

Have you determined who did it?

- Not yet, I'm afraid.
- Oh.

This is my fiancé,
Herbert Wilson.

Your fiancé?

Um... congratulations.

Yes.
We're overjoyed.

So, so... overjoyed.

I understand you were
missing your knife?

And our napkins.

And when did
you notice them missing?

As I sat down.

I had the matter
rectified immediately.

That kind of sloppiness
is an embarrassment.

Herbie is one of the organizers.

Yes. I believe in returning
to those in need

a small portion
of my good fortune.

A simple credo, but one
to which I am committed.

Well, as you know,
I've been committed

...decided
to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

between Persiana,
which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

Bloody hell,
she's gonna prattle on.

- I heard footsteps.
- Yes.

- Could it be the waiter?
- No.

All of the waiters
were out of the room

at the time the lights went out.

Could you play it back again?

Why don't you tell me
about your latest rose?

Well, as you know,
I've been committed.

There it is. I heard it.

Let it continue.

Why don't you tell me
about your latest rose?

Well, as you know,
I've been committed

...decided
to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

between Persiana,
which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

I have particularly high hopes

for one that I'm going to call
Crimson Sunrise

because there's just
a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow.

Sunsets are red.

Four steps, a pause,
and then four more steps.

As if the killer took
four steps to reach the victim

and then four more
to return to his seat.

And the distance
would depend on stride length,

which is variable.

Between 2 and 3 feet.

Roughly the distance
between one diner and the next.

Yeah.

Our victim, David Thornton,

was seated
at the middle of the table.

And four steps
brings us to either end.

So the killer was
on the right side of the table.

We know that Anne Sullivan Macy
was at that end.

And Helen was to her left
at the head.

Who's at the other end?

George and Henry
will have that information.

- What have you, gentlemen?
- Sir.

A couple points of interest.

A blind man
by the name of William Dawes

was seen getting into
a verbal spat with the victim

just before the lights
were turned out.

A blind man would be
more capable than most.

And three people

report being touched lightly
on their right shoulder

while the lights were out.

Where were they sitting?

Seats R5 through R7.

It's how the killer
found his victim.

Well, as you know,
I have been committed

...decided to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing this cross

between Persiana,
which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

And I have
particularly high hopes

for one that I'm gonna call
Crimson Sunrise

because there is just...

George, who was sat here?

Uh, R8.

That would be...

...William Dawes.

The blind man.

Bring him in.

Threaten him?

When did I threaten him?

Witnesses reported an incident

shortly before supper began.

I didn't mean kill him.

What did you mean?

Give him good rap on the skull.

And I wouldn't have
regretted it.

I was only saying that
to be civil.

What exactly did
Mr. Thornton do to you?

To me, nothing.

- It was Miss Keller he insulted.
- How so?

She has surmounted the greatest
obstacles a person can face,

and this moral wastrel has the
temerity to call her a fraud.

Why is he marrying her?

Why is who marrying whom?

Herbert Wilson and Ruth Newsome.

What do you care?

It just seems an odd pairing.

She's rich.
He's rich.

Exactly.
What's in it for him?

Well?
Is the blind man our killer?

Motive seems a bit thin.

Also, the victim
wrote a weekly column

entitled
"The Inquiring Skeptic."

I read that.
He exposed shams and whatnot.

Though even I thought the piece
he wrote on Helen Keller

- was a bit much.
- What did he write about her?

He criticized her
for writing about things

she couldn't possibly
know about, like clouds.

Which I think is unfair.

I've never seen God,
but I know what he looks like.

- Really?
- Of course.

Big white beard.

Heavy eyebrows.
Never smiles.

- Bald?
- Bald?

Oh, I wouldn't think so,
Higgins.

If you were the Supreme Being
of the Universe,

would you choose to walk around
with a naked pate?

Crabtree, enough.

A man who wrote a crusading
column exposing cheaters

may have angered more
than admirers of Helen Keller.

Right.
Well, I'll look into it.

Henry, come with me.

This is Mr. Bell's Graphizer.

Do you know what it does?

It graphizes.

Yes.

More specifically, it creates
a graphic representation

of an audio recording.

Exactly.

What I want you to do

is to transcribe
everything that you hear

and identify where each sound
falls on this graph.

Do you understand?

Yes.

When a person speaks,

make a mark
for the duration of that speech.

Like this.

- Oh, my!
- Dr. Ogden.

- William, are you still there?
- Lift.

No. I seem to have
completely disappeared.

- Replace.
- Extraordinary.

- I so rarely experience this.
- Lift.

And so on.

On each line,
write exactly what was said.

At the end,
roll it back and repeat

- for each voice that you hear.
- Sir.

How will I know who's speaking?

We'll get to that later.

All right.

Detective Murdoch,

my wife has some information
you may want to hear.

Please come in.
Sit down.

Mabel is
an excellent lip-reader,

but you'll have
to face her squarely.

You were seated next
to the victim, were you not?

That is correct.

What information
do you have for me, Mrs. Bell?

I believe I may have
overheard a message.

- A message?
- In Morse code.

How do you mean
you overheard it?

She heard it
with her fingertips.

Like this.

- Do you feel that?
- Barely.

It's very slight, but
a deaf person would notice it.

It's how I get
my dear Mabel's attention.

When was this message sent?

Just before the murder.

And what was the message?

I don't know Morse code
well enough to say.

I have particularly high hopes

for one that I'm going to call
Crimson Sunrise

because there's just
a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow.

- Sunsets are red.
- HIGGINS:

You can hear the disdain
in his voice.

You're right.

But he seemed genuinely curious
about the roses.

If you're so put out by it,
Higgins,

I don't know why
you don't ask her to marry you.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm serious.

She would take you any day
over Mr. Moneybags.

George, she's bonkers.

And, if you haven't noticed,
a little dim.

You're no Newton yourself,
Higgins.

Apple fell on his head.
Wrote the laws of motion.

I don't want her, all right?

I just...

When someone likes you,
you don't want to see them hurt.

Thank you, Henry.

Well, as you know,
I've been committed

...decided
to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing...

I didn't hear anything.

Neither did I.

But the energy of the vibrations
is most likely expended

in the frequencies
below our hearing.

Now, the lowest frequency
I've isolated

is 20 oscillations per second.

That's this line here.

That's a lot of noise
we didn't hear.

So, how do
we isolate the thumps?

Field compression.

Right.

There we are.

Long and short salients.

Dots and dashes.

I see an "N."

Mostly numbers,
as far as I can tell.

- I'll write them down.
- Right.

Ready?

One.

Zero.

One.

Five.

And there's your "N."

Seven.

One.

Five.

What's all this, then?

Some sort of coded message, sir.

Who sent it?

We don't know.

Nor do we know
for whom it was intended.

What if one of those numbers
was a time?

10:15.

7:15.

Or " 10:15 in 715."

Room 715.

The sender
was setting up a meeting.

- What time is it now?
- Uh...

10 minutes after 10:00.

Better get a move on.

Police.
Open the door.

I hear movement.

Break in.

So, what's this here, then?

Are you breaking into
one of our private rooms?

Excuse me.
This is a police matter.

Oh, it's a police matter, is it?

So those upholding the law
feel it's theirs to break?

Who are you?

Sir, this is Ralph Fellows,

- the hotel detective.
- Oh.

Not a real detective like you,
of course.

No, we hotel detectives
have to follow the law.

Who's staying in this room?

I'm sorry.

You seem to have mistaken me
for the desk clerk.

Bloody hell.
Is that...

Miss Keller.

David!

David!

David?

As in David Thornton?

The victim?

No, no.

David.
Where's David?

David.

"He wrote a column
suggesting I was a fraud.

I challenged him to come and
see me for himself in person.”

So you met him?

"At Radcliffe.

I was feeling very stern,

and I intended to prove
what I could see with my senses.

But when I touched his face...

...and felt the words
coming out of his mouth...

He was so funny and charming.

I know a woman like myself
oughtn't to have such feelings.

At least my parents thought so.

And Mrs. Sullivan Macy.

Over time, my feelings grew.

I kept it to myself.

But when he told me
he felt the same...

...it all came tumbling out.

We kept it a secret.

But our desire was so strong,

we agreed to marry
the next time we met.

When I got his message,
I knew he was coming for me.

My heart is broken, and..."

I'm ashamed.

No, no, no.

Dear girl...

my wife is deaf.

But if she were blind,
I would love her no less.

I have a question.

Put her hand to your lips.

And then speak.

Had Mrs. Sullivan Macy
ever met Mr. Thornton?

"Yes, at Radcliffe."

Then why did she not tell you
he'd been killed?

She knew about David?

And she didn't tell me?

I would have told her in time.

Better she suffer
a broken heart first,

thinking that her lover
had changed his mind?

She would have come to know it
sooner or later from that man.

Why do you say that?

He would have exploited her.

How do you know?

Love is a transaction,
Detective.

What is being exchanged here?

Add to that
the rightful discomfort

people would feel
about such a union.

Romance is not in the cards
for Helen.

And the sooner she comes
to accept that fact,

the better off she will be.

Did you know she and
Mr. Thornton intended to elope?

I didn't know
it had gotten that far.

I knew she was in love with him.

I know they met in New Orleans.

Did you know he was going
to be at the banquet?

No.
That was a surprise.

What did you intend to do?

I don't know.

As it turned out,
fate intervened.

Did it?
Or did you kill him?

Don't be absurd.

You thought David Thornton

represented a threat,
danger, heartbreak.

Possibly worse.

Wouldn't you do anything
to protect her?

- Not that.
- Convince me.

I was in my seat
the entire time.

Can anyone vouch for that?

Helen.

Someone is here.

Come in.

I've come to take Helen
back to her room.

- Get out!
- Oh.

Oh, dear.
I was afraid this would happen.

How could you not tell me?

Helen.

How can I explain
if you won't listen?

I'll see Helen back to her room.

Give her anger time.

She still needs you.

- I'm sorry.
- Just go!

It's all right.
She's gone now.

Get your paper!

Thank you
for your time, gentlemen.

If you could take the seats
here at the end of the table.

- All right.
- What's going on here?

This is part of our ongoing
investigation, Mr. Fellows.

And it's your duty to inform me
of any police business

pertaining to this hotel.

You don't have to respect me,
Detective,

but I insist that you respect
the office I represent.

Actually, Detective, I could use
your assistance at this moment.

- Assistance?
- We need somebody

- to play the role of the victim.
- Are you being funny?

No.

Please, have a seat.

All right.

Re-enacting the crime, are we?

That never hurts.

I've done it myself on occasion.

Mr. Bell, if you'd be so kind...

Well...

Oh, I see.

You're thinking
it's Anne Sullivan Macy.

I considered her.

...between Persiana,
which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
Canadian varieties found here.

And I'm specially excited
about one

that I think
I'll call Crimson Sunrise

because it has
just a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow.

That's eight steps.

How did she get all the way
back without us hearing?

Could she have walked
on the carpet?

Not enough room.

Maybe she took off her shoes.

Would she think to do so?

Did she know the banquet
was being recorded?

I never told anyone.

- Detective.
- What have you, George?

I've been reading through
some of Mr. Thornton's articles.

I found one
of particular interest.

Apparently
a well-respected professor

believed that one
of his students

stumbled upon a means
of communicating with the dead.

Now, they had demonstrations,
and people came from all over,

and they would ask
questions into this device,

and the dead would respond.

It was a great sensation.

They were even awarded a patent.

I remember reading about this.

That's right.

But then, Mr. Thornton here

discovers that the device
is nothing more than a version

of Fessenden's
wireless voice transmitter.

The student, of course,
was a confidence trickster,

and he'd conned everybody,
including the professor.

He was just using his reputation
to sell the patent.

George, what does
this have to do with our case?

Sir. The professor
was Horace Carmondy.

And he was seated here
next to William Dawes.

Mr. Bell, if you could replay
the recording.

...as you know,
I've become committed

to hybrid teas ever since I...

...decided
to become a rosarian.

And I've just been working
on a cross

between Persiana,
which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
Canadian varieties found here.

And I'm specially excited
about one

that I think
I'll call Crimson Sunrise

because it has
just a hint of red.

George, bring in
Horace Carmondy.

Sir.

You think I killed him?

Are you forgetting?

The killer touched me
on the shoulder.

Of course you'd say that.

If you weren't touched, that
would mean you were the killer.

Did you know
who David Thornton was?

Yes, I knew who he was.

Of course you did.

It was his column that exposed
your device as a fraud.

I know what you're thinking.

But the truth is,
I've never blamed Mr. Thornton

- for what happened.
- But he ruined your reputation.

Of course he didn't.

A student who preyed on my
naivety destroyed my reputation.

Mr. Thornton
was simply reporting the facts.

It's got to be him.

I agree.
He is a strong suspect.

But I'm troubled
by the very evidence

that we're relying on.

Why's that?

Well, sir,
if it was Mr. Carmondy,

why touch a series of people
on the shoulder,

knowing that it would lead
to him being a suspect?

So you think that someone else
killed Thornton

and then set it up
to look like it was Carmondy?

- Possibly.
- Hmm.

Mr. Bell,
you made separate recordings

from either end of the table,

- correct?
- Yes.

What if we were
to synchronize those

and play them back
simultaneously, one in each ear?

Like a stereoscope.

Only with sound.

We might be able to determine

which direction
the footsteps came from.

Yes, by Jove!

Sir, I've got a theory.

All right, Henry.
Let's have it.

As you know, sir, Ruth Newsome
is engaged to Herbert Wilson.

It's clearly a mismatch, sir,
so I did some investigating,

and it appears
that he has recently suffered

a reversal of fortune, sir.

- And?
- Well, sir,

it suggests
that he is only marrying her

because he wants her money.

Henry, what does this
have to do with the murder?

Well, I don't know, sir, but
it certainly seems suspicious.

Henry, Ruth Newsome
and Herbert Wilson

were seated
on the left side of the table,

and we know
from the number of footsteps

the killer was seated
on the right.

If you say so, sir.
I...

Henry, is it possible your
interest in this is personal?

I just think he's up to no good.

All right.

I seem to have synchronized
the sound recordings.

So now we should be able to tell

from which direction
the sounds are coming.

Well, as you know,
I've been committed

to hybrid teas since I...

...decided
to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

between Persiana,
which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

I have particularly high hopes

for one that I'm gonna call
Crimson Sunrise

because there's just
a hint of red.

How strange.

The footsteps
seem to begin in the middle.

And then go to one side

and then double back
to the other side.

Before returning
to the middle again.

So the killer was sitting in
the middle, next to the victim.

That's where my wife
was sitting.

Oh. So, who's the lady
on the other side?

Ernestine Wallace.

But I believe she was engaged
in a conversation

with her husband
at the time of the murder.

So nobody could have done it,
then.

Well, good.
That will save us a bit of work.

Shall we have another listen?

No.

We're not listening anymore.

I want everyone
back in the banquet room.

May I have your attention?

Thank you all for coming.

I realize this may seem unusual.

Detective,
what are we doing here?

Oh, are you going to reveal
the murderer?

It's such a thrill to see
a real detective at work.

Henry, could you please take
Mr. Thornton's position?

Oh, a re-enactment
of the events.

How exciting!

But something is missing.
Oh, yes. Your wife.

My wife may be many things,

but I can say with assurance
that she is not a killer.

Unlike the rest of us,
of course.

Worthy of your suspicion.

I'm going to play you
a recording

of last night's dinner.

And as you listen, I would ask
that you close your eyes

and do exactly what you
were doing last night.

Mr. Bell.

Why don't you tell me
about your latest rose?

Well, as you know,
I've been committed

to hybrid teas since I...

...decided
to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

between Persiana,
which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here in Canada.

And I have
particularly high hopes

for one that I'm gonna call
Crimson Sunrise

because there is
just a hint of red.

- What was that?
- I don't know.

Sunrises are yellow.

Sunsets are red.

Well, I must say, I am
breathless with anticipation.

So, what have you learned,
Detective?

Mrs. Bell, you say
you detected a communication

between Mr. Thornton
and Miss Keller

just prior
to the footsteps being heard.

And that constitutes your alibi,
does it not?

That is right.

In fact, the message

occurred seconds before
the killer's footsteps

could be heard.

What's your point, Detective?

The footsteps began
at the center of the table.

- You're not suggesting that...
- Your wife is the only person

whose actions cannot be heard
on that recording.

It cannot be her, sir!

What is happening?

What you don't know, Detective,
is that the illness

that stole my wife's hearing

also destroyed
her sense of balance.

If she walks without visual
reference, she will fall over.

So, what's your theory now,
Detective?

It was not Mabel!

Why do you say that?

Because the killer
walked behind me.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

This is too good!

If Miss Keller says
a man walked behind her,

you can be assured
she is telling the truth.

George, if you would.

Miss Keller,
could you please tell us

when you feel
someone walking behind you?

Now.

- Now.
- FELLOWS:

So, now what is your theory,
Detective?

I've concluded that the killer
was never sitting

at the table at all.

The killer was standing
the entire time.

You think I did it?

You knew the dinner
was being recorded.

Once the lights went out,
you walked slowly, softly,

to the edge of the carpet
and behind Miss Keller...

...not knowing that
she would sense your presence.

You then proceeded...

This is absurd.

Can you prove
it didn't happen that way?

- No, but...
- Then be quiet, please,

and let me do my job.

In answer to your question...

I believe the killer did come

from the opposite side
of the table.

Sir, I thought
that was impossible.

We thought that was impossible

because we only heard
eight footsteps.

It would be impossible
for someone

to circumnavigate a table
of this size in eight footsteps.

And how could the killer

travel such a great distance
in complete darkness?

Unless...

...unless...

...the killer used the edge
of the carpet to navigate.

The killer took eight footsteps.

But we only heard...

...four.

At the end of those eight steps,
the killer struck.

The killer then took

another eight steps
to return to his seat,

but not before touching these
three people on the shoulder

in order to set up Mr. Carmondy
for the crime.

Which was your intent all along.

Wasn't it?

Are you saying I'm the killer?

Oh, no, that's impossible.

We were having a conversation.

Begging your pardon,
Miss Newsome,

but you were having
a conversation.

A conversation that was
initiated by Mr. Wilson,

but one that
he only participated in

after the last of the killer's
footsteps were heard.

- No. But I...
- Miss Newsome...

has your fiancé ever expressed
an interest in your roses?

Oh, no.
He finds it all terribly boring.

He calls it my blah, blah, blah.

- Blah, blah, blah, indeed.
- This is ridiculous.

How would I have found him
in complete darkness?

Practice, Mr. Wilson.

After all, you helped organize
this dinner, did you not?

You had access
to this very table

every night for the past week.

And why would I kill a man
I've never met?

That's a good question.

I believe the answer
lies in your recent engagement.

What about our engagement?

Mr. Wilson...

why are you marrying
Miss Newsome?

Well, because...

I love her.

What specifically
do you love about her?

Well, her... her... beauty,
of course.

And her... her...

Her money?

I have my own money.

You had money, Mr. Wilson.

You've since lost it all.

Is that true?

And you've gone to great lengths

to set up Mr. Carmondy
for a crime.

Why would you do that?

Could it be that you've lost
all of your money

investing in a machine
that allows the dead to talk?

Mr. Carmondy,
who were your investors?

I don't know offhand.

No matter.
Easy enough to find out.

Henry, could you dig
a little deeper

- into Mr. Wilson's finances?
- Gladly, sir.

Watch out!

Get off me!
Get off me!

Get off mel!

Miss Keller!

All right.
You've got me.

It's over.

- I'm not sorry.
- It's all right.

He got what he deserved.

As would have you.

I lost a fortune
because you were too stupid

to see the truth.

And as for you...

...I hate roses.

And I would frankly rather go
to the noose than be married

to someone as boring
and vacuous as you.

- Henry.
- Bravo!

Oh, Henry.

Well,
Detective Murdoch, once again,

our partnership
has produced results.

Indeed.
And once again,

I must say thank you
for your help.

Perhaps we could develop

this stereoscopic sound
you've invented.

Oh, I don't see
there being much use for it...

except, of course,
in solving crime.

Maybe so.

Ah, but if you'd ever like
to work together again,

just say the word.

- I'll give you a hand.
- Ah.

I wonder
if she'll ever forgive me.

Of course she will.

It wasn't you
that broke her heart.

She needs some time
to learn to trust you again.

I'll fetch her.

Your carriage is here.

Don't forget what I told you
the other night.

Don't let one man's barbarity
keep you

from embracing everything
that life has to offer.

No, I won't.

Though I doubt
I'll ever love again.

You've surprised the world with
your strength and resilience.

You may yet surprise yourself.

I'm right here, Helen.

Your leg.

Thank you.

- Remarkable woman.
- Mm.

We can go.

Hup.

To live in a world
without sight and sound,

all of your other senses
would have to be heightened.

Taste, touch...

...everything
would be magnified.

Did you feel that at dinner?

Yes.
Yes, I did.

Well, that's good.

Why do you say that?

Because I bought us a blindfold.

And I have an idea
for a little experiment.

Oh, my.