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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.