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[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

McMaster.

Sterling.

O'Brien, that necktie
is really something.

Write down for me
where you purchased it.

I must have one.

Gentlemen and ladies, a few
moments of your time, please.

I know you're all here
for this marvelous scotch,

so I promise to keep this brief.

I see some old friends,

and I'm happy to say I see
new faces in the room as well.

Some of you I've worked with
in the past,

and some of you are far
wealthier than before we met.

My new project promises
not only a sound investment,

it promises to make you a part
of the future.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

The City of Tomorrow,
right in Toronto's harbor.

A fully electrified community

with 24-hour
automated streetcars.

A telephone in every home
and office.

Integrated buildings
where residents can live,

work, and shop without ever
setting foot outside.

We will even build a replica
of Mr. Ferris' wheel.

The developers
I have brought on board

are the best
the city has to offer.

Your investment in this project
will guarantee --

[ Man coughing, glass shatters ]

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-WOMAN: [ Gasps ]
-MAN: Is he all right?

WOMAN:
Is he all right?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

What have you, Miss Hart?

Male, 30, 40 years old,
no evidence of trauma,

no apparent health problems.

Besides dying.

I can't establish
a cause of death as of yet.

I have to perform a postmortem,
of course.

Poisoning would be my guess.

Uh, sir,
I just spoke to a witness

who saw him drinking a glass of
water just before he collapsed.

I've had the glass
taken into evidence.

Very good.

Have the constables collect

and preserve all of the glasses
and their contents.

Sir.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Every glass, lads.
Every glass and its contents.

Please remember --
gloves or handkerchiefs.

How truly awful.

I'm heartbroken.

Did you know the man?

No, but he seemed
like a good fellow.

I had just slipped him a dollar
in thanks

shortly before
this tragic event.

So you're the one
putting all of this on?

Guilty as charged.

I have to say, I've heard
some incredible rumors

about your waterfront
development.

Is such a futuristic community
really possible here in Toronto?

Why wouldn't it be?

I don't know.
We're a fairly small city.

I should think something
like this is better suited

to New York or London.

I disagree.

Toronto is as vibrant a city
as any in the world.

All it needs is a little vision.

So what would a room cost in
one of these future buildings?

Here. Take a pamphlet.
Let me take down your name.

Put you first on the list
of potential residents.

Uh, George Crabtree.

Yes.

Uh, I'm sorry.
I said George Crabtree.

Yes.
And what is your name?

That is my name.

Is this some kind of joke?

No.
Why would that be a joke?

Is there something
you find amusing

-about the name George Crabtree?
-Not at all.

My name is also George Crabtree.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Um, do you remember where
you were in the summer of 1866?

That was my first visit
to Toronto.

And do you remember a woman
by the name of Gracie Brooks?

Of course.

I never forget a name

and would certainly never forget
such a fine woman.

What a wonderful summer
that was.

Do you know her?

Yes.

We had lunch once a month
the past few years

until she moved to Sudbury.

Wait a minute.

You're George Crabtree.

And I'm George Crabtree.

Are you suggesting...

Gracie Brooks is my mother.

I believe you're my father.

How terribly terrific!

Incredible!

I had no idea I had a son.

This is cause for celebration.

Come. We must find
a plate this instant.

I-I think I need a minute
just to, uh...

We need to make up
for lost time, son.

Yes. It's just I-I'm
in the middle of work right now.

But, uh, some other time.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ French accent ]
I saw the dead man arguing

with one of the guests
earlier in the night.

Which guest?

He's no longer here.

I haven't seen him
since the argument.

I find that suspicious.

You do?

Yes.

Can you describe him?

Tall.
Petite mustache.

I did not care for him.

And what of the victim?
What's his name?

He had no identification
on his person.

He does not work for me.

Upon seeing him,

I immediately thought one
of my men must have fallen ill

and sent him as a replacement.

But everyone who was scheduled
to work tonight is present

and accounted for.

So you have no idea who this man
is or why he was working here.

Correct.

What of his uniform?

It's the same
as all of the other staff.

Where might he
have obtained that?

I can't imagine.

Ah.
Correction.

I can imagine.

Earlier in the week, I had to
make a complaint to the laundry.

Our usual bundle arrived
with one uniform missing.

You'll go to the laundry service
first thing in the morning

to see if the dead man

could have stolen the uniform
from there.

Did you ask the host
about the mustached man

who was seen arguing
with the victim?

Uh, he didn't know him.

He could be the key
to this case, George.

We'll need to ask the host
for a list of the invitees

to compare
with the list of witnesses

found here on the scene.

Is something the matter, George?

Sir, that man,
he knows my mother.

I mean he knew my mother --
nine months before I was born.

Oh.

Oh.
Y-You mean...

Sir, his name
is George Crabtree.

He knows details from
my mother's life at the time.

There's no doubt about it, sir.
The man is my father.

-That must be quite a shock.
-Yes.

Well, he was as surprised
to find out as I was.

Well...

I don't know how I should feel
about it.

I mean, should I socialize
with him?

Do I get to know him?
Do I want to know him?

Am I obligated to?

Fathers can be complicated.

Yes, sir.

Perhaps I'll ask him
for the list of names.

VIOLET: He was a heavy drinker,
but it didn't kill him.

Cause of death
was indeed poison.

As suspected.

Have you identified
which poison?

Based on the irregular
respiration

reported by the witnesses,

I initially suspected
potassium cyanide.

But the reddened skin
on part of the body

is not consistent with cyanide.

So not cyanide.

Have you anything else?

I need more time
to isolate the culprit.

Notify me when you do.

I shall.

As I do every case.

And so I was at a bakery
this morning --

You can take the measure
of a town by its bakeries --

and I said to them,
"Give me two dozen of the best,

whatever it is."

Here -- for you and the boys,

in gratitude for keeping
this fine city safe.

Can I help you, sir?

Ah!

Where might I find
George Crabtree?

Still on his way in, I imagine.
And you are?

I'll need you to steel yourself
before I answer, sir.

My name is George Crabtree...Sr.

I do like the sound of that.

You're his father?

The news was as shocking to me
as it is to you, sir --

likely more shocking, in fact.

Learning you have a child

sort of puts you
on the back foot somewhat.

It is a thing to learn.

Say, that's a fine cane.

Thank you.

Write down for me
where you purchased it.

I must have one.

It's just right.

I mean, look at you.

Stately.
Composed.

Powerful.

Ah. Hm.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, it's not the cane that
makes the man, Mr. Crabtree.

It's the man that makes
the cane.

Step into my office.

You can wait for Crabtree there.

BRACKENREID:
Can I call you George?

That suits you.

I wouldn't suddenly be
all chummy with the old man

just because he showed up
after all these years.

The inspector seems to like him.

And I can't blame him.

I mean, he never knew
he had a son.

Mm.
Family isn't so great anyway.

Parents just make you worry

about all the stuff
they worry about.

My life got a lot better
when I started ignoring mine.

So you're saying if you were me,
you wouldn't even be curious?

Not really.

-George?
-Ah. Sir.

I took the photograph of our
victim to the laundry place.

They recognize him.
His name is Stephen Shields.

He works there.
Or...worked there, I suppose.

In any case, it's safe to assume
that's where he got the uniform.

And I got his home address.

Very good.

You know, George,
I read over the pamphlet

on the City of Tomorrow.

It's ingenious.

CRABTREE:
I tend to agree, sir.

It rather reminded me
of our very own George Crabtree.

Oh.

Now, I may not be
the best person to offer advice

on father-son relationships,
George, but it seems to me

that someone that who could
come up with something like this

could be someone worth knowing.

BRACKENREID: Did I mention I
once planned to build a subway?

-Did you, really?
-Mm.

Ah. There he is.
Constable Crabtree.

And the detective.

Invitees to my event,
as requested.

Thank you.

I know it's strange,

learning you have a father
after all these years.

It's just as strange
learning you have a son.

I won't force the matter, but...
should you wish to know me,

the invitation is always open,
George.

Well, actually,
I was just thinking

it might be nice for us to meet
properly.

How terribly terrific.

I was just about to hit the town
to forage for some lunch.

-You must join me.
-Well, I'm working right now --

Nonsense, Crabtree.

Go on.
Get off with ya.

Murdoch and I can manage.

That's, uh,
very kind of you, sir.

But I was hoping to have
George's assistance

to cross-check this list

and to accompany me
to the victim's house.

Higgins,
deal with the paperwork.

Whatever needs handling,
Murdoch, we can handle it.

Right.

Terribly terrific.

What do you think of this
future-city business, Murdoch?

Oh, it seems
rather extraordinary, sir.

Do you really think
it could work?

Everything in the proposal
is achievable.

Depends whether people
buy into it, I suppose.

Crabtree Sr. has all the ideas
of Junior, but he seems to be

the type of man that can
really make something of it.

Do you know that I once tried
to build a subway?

Yes, sir.

[ Knock on door ]

Good afternoon, ma'am.

Detective William Murdoch,
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid,

Toronto Constabulary.

Are you the wife
of Stephen Shields?

Yes.
Is there a problem?

Is this your husband?

I'm afraid he's passed away,
ma'am.

[ Exhales deeply ]

-BRACKENREID: Oh.
-MURDOCH: Oh.

So, how long have you been
developing buildings?

Oh, I'm not
a building developer.

I'm an idea developer.

I take a great idea,
figure out how to make it work,

then bring together the talent
and money to make it happen.

So, what sort of ideas?

My first success
was nearly 40 years ago.

A show for all --
vaudeville and burlesque --

combined with my favorite sport,
wrestling.

Good Lord.
That is genius.

It was a veritable mint.

In fact,
I've been so successful,

I don't need to take on
any new projects.

I could just tell people
how to make money.

You could give seminars.

Live Healthy, Be Wealthy
with George Crabtree.

Senior.
[ Chuckles ]

Ah! A couple
of my potential investors.

Do you like red?

I tend not to drink
while I'm on the job.

Me neither.

But everyone likes a man
with a drink in his hand.

-Mm.
-Mm.

They'll be writing checks
in no time.

I don't understand.

He was dressed as a waiter?

You don't know anything
about it?

No.
It sounds mad.

[ Clock chiming ]

That's a fine-looking clock.

Was it a gift?

Yes.

From my husband,
some years ago now.

That's solid gold, is it not?

Um, if I may --
How was he able to afford it?

He does very well.

He does very well
at the laundry?

What laundry?

The one that he works at.

Oh, you must be confused.

My husband doesn't work
at a laundry.

W-We were told that he's been
working there six days a week

for the past three years.

I'm sorry to ask you
to look at this again,

but are you sure we are talking
about the same man?

Yes.
Of course.

[ Sighs ]

But my husband doesn't work
at a laundry.

He's one of the most successful
businessmen in Toronto.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

The dead man was pretending
to be either rich

or pretending to be poor.

I suspect he was lying
to his wife,

pretending to be rich.

We'll have to check
his financial records.

In any case, it doesn't explain

what he was doing
dressed as a waiter

in a hotel where he was
definitely not employed.

Mm.

Do you have something for us,
Miss Hart?

Yes.

The key to my determination
was the water glass.

The one the victim
was seen drinking

shortly before his death.

I thought it unlikely

that any poison could have acted
so quickly.

So I examined
the glass's contents

and found it was indeed
pure water.

-He was poisoned earlier, then.
-Yes.

I estimate between half an hour
to an hour before he collapsed.

Have you identified
the substance?

Yes.

One of the poisons

that fit all his symptoms he had
was hyoscine.

And one of hyoscine's
side effects is dehydration,

resulting in dry mouth.

Hence the water.

He knew that something
was wrong.

Once I suspected hyoscine,
I was able to test for it.

It was present
in his stomach contents

and in the residue
from that glass in this box.

From the bar area.

What was in it?

The poison had been mixed
with whiskey.

Right, then.

I'll check the glass
for fingermarks.

Where would one get hold
of this hyoscine?

It's not commonly available.

Uh, though I have heard of
hospitals using it

as a sedative for mothers
during childbirth.

-Good work.
-Thank you, Inspector.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

One set of fingermarks
belongs to the victim,

and there is another,
unidentified set.

The killer?

Possibly,
though not a certainty.

A match would be of interest.

Sir, I've checked
the invitee list.

There were three men invited who
were not there after the murder.

One of them is a doctor?

Living on the water
in the heart of the city.

Ashbridges Bay will be filled
in, raised, and transformed...

the City of Tomorrow born
on the land of tomorrow.

Will it work?

Of course it will!
Haven't you been to Venice?

Me neither.
Holland?

I don't much care for the Dutch.

But the point is
if they can do it, we can do it.

My engineers are the best
in the world.

And their confidence
is my confidence,

and my confidence is yours.

It is quite exciting.

I'm considering being one of the
first to rent an apartment here.

That would be grand,
though I will rather miss

climbing through
your bedroom window.

Don't worry, son.
I didn't hear a word.

Well, clearly this is
a remarkable woman.

Remarkable.
And a lawyer, you say?

Yes.

But your son is just
as impressive, you know.

Of course.

No one respects the constabulary
as much as George Crabtree Sr.

But George isn't only
a police constable.

-He's also an author.
-Uh...

-What?
-His new book is very good.

I believe it will be
quite the sensation.

Effie.

My own son, an author?

How terribly terrific.

I must read this book.
No! Everyone must read it.

What's it about?

It's difficult to explain,
actually.

Supernatural, then?
Vampires? Werewolves? Martians?

[ Chuckles ]
Well, no.

But the original version
did feature Venusians --

-you know, from Venus.
-From Venus!

You must tell me all about it!

Well, it's been through
a few iterations,

but I felt Martians
were a bit overdone.

GEORGE SR.:
I think I agree.

-Good lad.
-Sir --

Sir, the banking records show

that Mr. Shields
used to have money.

He was an investor
and a businessman.

But then three years ago,
his account was emptied.

-We don't know what happened?
-Mnh-mnh.

Three years ago, he started
working at the laundry.

Oh!
There's no sugar.

So somehow he lost it all.

-And hid it from his wife.
-Why shouldn't he?

Finances should belong to the
head of the household, Higgins.

-The minister agrees with me.
-Sir?

Well, he says that part of
the trouble with Margaret and I

is a lack of traditional roles
in the household.

You see, sir, this is exactly
why I don't like Ruth working.

When my mother started --

Why would someone want to kill
a man with no money?

Where's Murdoch?

He's with a suspect.
Some doctor.

That was a terrible cup of tea,
Higgins.

I d--

Yes, I was invited to the event.

But I decided not to attend.

But you did attend,
Dr. Prescott.

A witness saw you arguing
with a waiter.

I can call the witness in
to identify you if necessary.

There, there, my good man.
No need to lose your head.

I was there briefly, but I did
not attend the presentation.

I apologize
for my imprecise use of words.

Now, what is this about?

That waiter died shortly after
leaving your company.

What?
Shields is dead?

You knew him?

Yes.

Poor fellow.

What was your argument about?

Some years ago,
Shields, an old friend,

came to me with an opportunity.

He was always getting mixed up
in these things,

And they'd often do quite well.

This one was bigger than most,
a "sure thing."

Some kind of music hall
in Cleveland.

Never got the details.

But I did give him $5,000
for it.

And wouldn't you know it?
I never saw it again.

Was this about three years ago?

About that.
Since then, I've done just fine.

But poor Shields was struggling,
to say the least.

When I saw him working
as a waiter...

I tried to offer him some cash.

He took offense, and we argued.

Did you have a drink before
leaving the event, Doctor?

No.

We've identified
the poisoned whiskey glass

that killed Mr. Shields.

And given that you left
before having a drink,

there would be no way

that your fingermarks
would be found on that glass.

Correct?

Not a match, then?

As I said,
I never touched a glass.

Toodle-oo.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

George Crabtree Sr.
Just the man I wanted to see.

Inspector.

-What's this?
-A check.

I would like to become
one of your investors.

Aha!
Tom, you won't regret it.

The City of Tomorrow will be
the greatest success

in Toronto's history.

Inspector, is Mrs. Brackenreid
aware of this?

I should bloody well hope not,
Crabtree.

And that's just as it should be.

I know a good investment
when I see one.

Oh, speaking of which.
Uh...

What's all this?

I just happen to be in charge
of the widows and orphans fund.

We've been looking for something
a little better

than those miserly
Post Office bonds.

Take these back.
Take them right now!

I have an idea.

[ Applause ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you all for returning

after the tragic event
of the other night.

The City of Tomorrow will bow
to no impediment.

I hope you've all had a chance

to review the details
of the proposal

and that you've arrived
with empty stomachs

and open checkbooks.

Investors in this project
will be joining

one of Toronto's finest --
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.

[ Applause ]

Thank you.
[ Chuckles ]

I shall be investing for myself
and also on behalf

of the constabulary's
widows and orphans fund.

Toronto is ready for tomorrow.

[ Gunshot, glass shatters ]

[ Crowd shouting ]

Nobody move!
Everyone stay down!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

-Are you sure you're all right?
-I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Would you look at that?

Good Lord.

I think somebody
is trying to kill you.

I ran towards the gunman,
but he was gone.

There was no telling
which way he went.

The boys have scoured the area,

but no one saw anyone
with a gun.

The bullet came from outside,

so none of the investors present
could have done it.

Sir, do you think the poisoning
was also meant for my father?

I don't know.

My suspect, Dr. Prescott,
was released

about an hour
prior to the shooting.

Now, his fingermarks were not
on the poisoned glass,

but that itself
does not itself exonerate him.

Why would a doctor
want to kill him?

I have no idea.

And that still doesn't explain

why Mr. Shields snuck into
an event dressed as a waiter.

Follow the money, Murdoch.

Speaking of which,

I need to speak to Crabtree Sr.
about writing a new check.

The inspector is right.

We need to find out what we can
about Mr. Shields' past --

financial and otherwise.

Have a couple of constables
go around to his house

and see if they can dig up
any financial records.

And please let his wife know
I wish to speak with her.

Right.

Henry, I have something else
I'd like you to look into.

Dr. Prescott mentioned

a music-hall development
in Cleveland.

See what you can find out
about it

and if there's any connection
to George Crabtree Sr.

Yes, sir.

And, Henry, it's probably best
we not mention it.

-[ Clears throat ]
-Of course, sir.

Thank you.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Jacob Prescott.
Yes, I remember him.

A friend of my husband's.

I haven't seen him
in some years.

Was that because of the grudge?

I'm not aware of any grudge.

He was arrested three years ago
for assaulting your husband.

Assaulting Stephen?
I...

I had no idea.

Did your husband have
any other enemies,

people who disliked him?

I don't believe so.

We have lovely friends.
I can give you their names.

Did he ever mention
a George Crabtree?

No.
Not that I recall.

Were you aware of any
contentious business dealings?

I know nothing
of my husband's business.

Except that, evidently,
there hadn't been any

in quite some time.

Now I have to sell the house
and everything in it.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Shields.

Someone is trying to kill him.
Isn't he worried?

He doesn't seem to be.

You were standing
right beside him, George.

You could have been shot.
Is it safe to be around him?

Effie, these things
can't be helped.

I-I think it's best
you just put it from your mind.

Ah, there you are.
I've just solved your problem.

Uh, what problem?

Of people not being able to read
your book.

I've just purchased
a publishing house.

What?

Well, not quite yet.

There.

Now I've purchased
a publishing house.

Congratulations, Mr. Crabtree.

Mr. Crabtree Sr.
And don't you forget it.

Sit. Sit.

Uh -- Uh, you've -- you've...

...you've bought an entire
publishing house?

Exciting, isn't it?

We'll run 5,000 copies
for a start.

Are you quite mad?

George's book can't sell
5,000 copies.

Well, I thought you said
it was gonna be a sensation.

It might sell 5,000 copies
in time,

but that will take
critical acclaim, word of mouth.

It's not some pap that will fly
off the newsstands.

To that I say, ma'am, pshaw.

It's one of my favorite words.
Very satisfying to say. Try it.

Uh, pshaw!
Oh, that is very good.

Uh, pshaw!

Pshaw!
I have sufficient capital.

There's money coming in
for the waterfront development

which won't be needed
for at least a year.

The money belongs
to the investors.

They've invested it.
I should put it to some use.

Now, have you any ideas
for the cover?

You know, I have.
Uh, have you read it?

I've started it.

Didn't you hear
what your father was saying?

Yes.
Of course I heard.

He's borrowed
from the waterfront project

to buy that publishing house.

My father has made fortunes
for hundreds of men.

If he believes in this
investment, why shouldn't we?

It's risky.

So you don't think my book
will sell?

It doesn't matter what I think.

If he's investing
in something new,

he should consult the people
who put in the money.

Yes, but they trust him.

That's why they give him
their money in the first place.

It's inappropriate.
It's reckless.

Reckless.
You know what?

This is the difference
between you and a Crabtree.

How can you achieve the best
if all you see is the worst?

George.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

There was almost nothing at all
in the victim's files.

Just a few
old investment records.

-Nothing about a music hall?
-No, sir.

But I telephoned a library
in Cleveland

and had them look for articles
from the time.

I have a transcription.

I-I can barel--
Why did you write so small?

I was trying to save space.

I expected it to be longer.

"A music hall featuring

all of the greatest musicians
ever known on permanent..."

-Display.
-"...display."

The librarian remembered it,
sir.

She said it was to be
the height of technology --

recorded music and all that,
a music hall of the future.

But it never came to be.

HIGGINS:
No.

Apparently, the developer
funneled the investments

into other projects.

There was nothing left
in the accounts

when it came time
to break ground.

Everyone lost their money.

Did they say
who the developer was?

Yes, sir.

Uh, George, perhaps you could --

It was George Crabtree,
wasn't it?

MURDOCH:
I'm sorry, George.

A crook.
I should have known.

W-We don't know
the whole story yet.

His investors lost some money.

That doesn't make him
a criminal.

Oh.
Only fraud, then.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

What exactly did he tell you?

Well, he told me he'd be here.

Perhaps he's afraid
of what you'll say.

I didn't tell him
what it was about.

He may have inferred
from your tone.

Yes.
Infer he should have.

The man is a crook, a liar.

H-He's no better
than a-a confidence trickster.

And now he's trying to
pull one over on his own son.

He may simply be a man
who's made some mistakes.

No, no, no.
Effie, you were right

You were right
in the first place.

He's -- He's either a fool
or a fraud.

I should have known better.

[ Music continues ]

You saw the victim arguing with
the mustached man, Prescott.

Where was this?

Here.

And you also saw the victim
delivering a drink

to George Crabtree Sr.

Was this before or after
this argument?

Moments afterward.

He placed the drink on his tray
and proceeded to deliver it.

So George Crabtree Sr.
was standing here,

only a few feet away
from this argument.

Correct.

The argument delayed delivery
of the drink.

Monsieur Crabtree chided
his friend for this tardiness.

His friend?

He said, jokingly,
that he'd be angry with him

for taking so long if they
weren't such good friends.

And yet George Crabtree Sr.

claimed to have never met
the man.

Prescott was not there
to kill the waiter.

They were working together.

They both wanted Mr. Crabtree
dead, but something went wrong.

One of them got cold feet.

They argued, and
George Crabtree Sr. overheard.

He knew Shields and figured out
what they were up to.

Just give him the drink.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

What took you so long?

Busy night.

Oh, Russ.
Your health.

I noticed something else,
Detective --

something that may be relevant
given this context.

Oh?

That night, Monsieur Crabtree

was carrying his drink
in his hand.

But he never took a sip.

MURDOCH:
He knew it had been poisoned.

And instead of disposing of it,
he waited for his opportunity

to convince Shields
to drink it himself.

In insist.
Thank you so much.

MURDOCH: Two men set out to kill
George Crabtree that night.

Instead, he killed one of them.

Dastardly.

What are we waiting for,
Murdoch?

Let's arrest him.

We do have enough
for an arrest, sir,

but the case is circumstantial.

It does account for all
of the known events,

but that doesn't prove
it's true.

No one will want to invest
in his bloody future city now.

He's likely ruined
the widows and orphans fund.

Bugger deserves to rot.

There is one thing
that could strengthen our case.

There is second set
of unidentified fingermarks

on the poisoned glass.

If I could obtain a set

of George Crabtree Sr.'s
fingermarks, then perhaps...

I may be able to help you
with that, Murdoch.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Right, then.
I'll arrest him myself.

Sir...should we tell George
first?

We'll tell Crabtree
once his father is behind bars.

BRACKENREID: Oi! Open up!
[ Knocking on door ]

Right.
We're coming in.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Bloody hell.

Get up.
You're a bloody embarrassment.

What's wrong with him?
Do you think he's drunk?

I'm not drunk, man.

George Crabtree,
you're under arrest.

Fine.

Fine.

The jig is up.

Take me away.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

So my father killed the man?

He asked us to arrest him.

We haven't yet heard
his confession.

I'm going to speak with him now.

I's like to come with you.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Sir, I deserve...

I deserve to at least hear
what he has to say.

You saw Shields and Prescott
conspiring to poison your drink.

Your fingermarks on the glass

confirm that you were
the intended recipient.

But you turned the tables
on them.

You knew Shields was a drinker

and it wouldn't be difficult
to convince him to take a drink.

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

You lied to us
about knowing Mr. Shields.

A witness confirms that you
regarded him as an old friend.

It's true.

I am a liar.

But I wasn't lying to you.

The man seemed to remember me
from somewhere,

so I pretended I remembered too.

MURDOCH:
You lost him his fortune --

the music hall in Cleveland.

I lost a lot of people money
in Cleveland.

And everywhere.

The investors here
are already alarmed.

It's falling apart,
and it's all my fault.

Is that why you chose to kill
Mr. Shields...

...instead of simply disposing
of the poisoned drink --

to keep him from revealing
your past failures?

No.
I didn't kill him.

George, you've got to
believe me.

-I didn't do it.
-Why should I believe you?

You're a liar.
You've just said so.

You greet somebody as a friend,

then say you don't remember
them,

all the while boasting,
"Oh, I never forget a face."

GEORGE SR.:
I don't remember him.

I ruined his life,
and I can't even remember him.

This is -- This is an act.

This is something to -- to --
to gain a little sympathy.

It's shameful.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

What is wrong with that man?

I mean, who could be
that callous?

What kind of a person
could take people's money,

kill a man,
and then show no remorse?

Just that -- that charade.

I'm not certain
that's what's going on.

Sir, I am certain of it.

I realize I've only known
my father a few days,

but I feel I know him.

And that -- that is
a completely different person.

A man just doesn't flip from
good to bad like that, Murdoch.

Sir, I recall Julia telling me
about a condition

that she observed
in one of her patients,

an ailment in which the subject
would cycle back and forth

between elated mania
and profound...depression.

Are you saying that's what makes
Crabtree Sr. like this?

It's a possibility.

Even so,
say he isn't pretending.

Say he genuinely does
become down every now and then.

He's still a fraud.

He's still ruined
people's lives.

And he killed a man
because of it.

Why are you acting this way?
What sort of game is this?

It's no game, son.

I've always been this way --
ups and downs my whole life.

I feel good for a time.

Then it comes.

There's never any reason.

It just comes.

And that's what happened
in Cleveland?

In Cleveland, then...all over.

And it's happening here now.

I've borrowed money
plenty of times.

Sometimes it's just fine.

Sometimes...I get down.

And everything falls apart.

The detective believes it could
be...a condition, an illness.

If that's the case, then perhaps
something could be done.

I'm broken.

I was born broken.

You're lucky I was never around.

-Don't say that.
-I abandoned you.

I didn't know I was doing it,
but I did.

Look.
Did you kill that man?

No.

And I didn't lie.

I've made many men rich
and many men poor,

and I remember every single one
except this waiter.

I don't know how I could forget.

He was from Cleveland?

From Toronto, but he invested
with you in Cleveland.

What's his name again?

Stephen Shields.

Shields.

Shields.

-I never did meet him.
-You must have.

He must have written you a check
or something.

Yes, but I only
dealt with his wife.

-His wife?
-Yes.

She liked the music hall.
She asked the questions.

She told him what to do.
He only signed the check.

Poor woman.

I ruined her,
and now she's all alone.

[ Door opens ]

Sir, it was Shields' wife.

She knew
all about the investment.

She knew her husband had lost
all the money.

In fact, he hadn't lost it.
She had.

So she's lying to us --
about everything.

Sir, I-I know he's my father.

I know it's impossible
to remain impartial.

But I don't think he killed
Mr. Shields.

Well, it makes for her
to attempt to shoot your father.

But why would she arrange
to poison her own husband?

Sir, I'm not sure.
But think about it.

The poisoned glass

was certainly the one
Shields gave to my father.

His fingermarks were on it.

MURDOCH: And we can infer
he knew the glass was poisoned

because he carried it around
all night without taking a sip.

But, sir...that's just it.

My father always has a glass
in his hand.

I've never seen him take a sip.

It's all for show.

I asked him if he recalled when
and where

he put down his full glass.

He said it was when he found
Shields at the bar

to give the man a tip.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Someone else switched
the glasses.

But who?

I mean, our man with
the mustache was already gone.

Perhaps our new co-conspirator
can help shed some light.

What is all this?

MURDOCH:
You lied to us, Mrs. Shields.

I did no such thing.

We know you did, and we'll be
able to prove you did much more.

Murdoch.

This is nonsense.
That's my husband's gun.

Yes, and I'm confident
it will be a match

for the bullet that nearly
killed George Crabtree Sr.

A match?

Each gun barrel leaves a unique
set of markings on every bullet.

We will prove
that you fired at him.

He lost you everything.

He ruined our lives.

We could barely keep up
appearances.

People knew.

He cleaned me out as well,

but I didn't go firing a rifle
into a crowded room.

My aim is true.

Not true enough.

You're under arrest,
Mrs. Shields.

We were left with nothing.
And what happened to him?

He found more people,
more money,

not a care in the world.

Fine.

Take me away if you must.

Anything would be better
than keeping up this charade.

I only regret we didn't get
the bastard.

Watch your mouth, ma'am.

What of Dr. Prescott?
Was he part of your conspiracy?

Did he turn on your husband?

FAITH:
No. He knew nothing about it.

MURDOCH:
Where did you obtain the poison?

FAITH: I read about it and stole
some from my doctor's office.

BRACKENREID:
And who did kill your husband?

[ Music continues ]

FAITH: Stephen was an idiot --
an idiot and a drunk.

It was probably an accident.

I always told him
he'd drink himself to death.

Idiot.

Uh, let us just rip up
the contract

and pretend it never happened.

But it did happen.
I wanted it to happen.

You don't have to do this.
What about your book?

I would like my book to be
published on its own merit.

What if I were to offer you
3% of the purchase price

as a penalty?

It's all the money I have.

I'm not interested.

A deal is a deal,
and that's that.

Are you familiar
with cyclothymia?

Excuse me?

Don't worry. You'll hear
all about it in court.

All that matters
is that George Crabtree is a man

of diminished capacity.

-Say what?
-In the eyes of the law,

he was not of sound mind

to enter into a legally binding
contract.

We can test it out in the court
if you'd like.

The option is yours.

All right.
I'll take the 3%.

EFFIE:
I think not.

The offer is zero percent.

But you'll save more than that
in legal fees.

Fine.
Rip it up.

Only thing worse than a lawyer
is a woman lawyer.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Miss Newsome,
I may have my troubles in life,

but even at my worst I am not
of "diminished capacity."

Oh, hush.

The only people
who need to know that are myself

and two George Crabtrees.

Impressive gambit, Effie.

Indeed.
You are one sly fox, aren't you?

Only trying to help a good man.

Maybe you'd consider working
for me one day, Miss Newsome.

I could use a woman like you.

And a man like you, George.

In fact...come with me,
both of you.

-Where are you going?
-Montreal.

I have an idea for
a giant stadium in Maisonneuve

that can be seen from anywhere
in the city.

With you two looking out for me,
we're sure to succeed.

But we both have lives
here in Toronto.

Of course you do.

I understand.

No matter.

It's been a pleasure getting to
know you, George Crabtree.

Next time let's not wait so long
before we see one another again.

Indeed.

[ Chuckles ]

It really is a shame your fine
vision of Toronto's waterfront

won't come to pass,
Mr. Crabtree.

It will one day.

It's too good an idea
not to happen.

And you two --
terribly terrific.