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She has multiple injuries.
Her head, leg.

Attendants say
she fell from a balcony.

Nurse Sullivan,
are you all right?

I know her.
Jane Cooper.

We volunteer together
at the Haven.

-The women's home?
-Yes.

I saw her just last week.

We'll do our best for her, Kate.
Are you able?

Yes.

We need to relieve the bleeding
on her brain right away.

Let's go.

Jane. Jane!

Is she all right?
Tell me. I'm her father.

We'll do everything we can.

She's alive.

-Ohh!
-But unconscious.

Thank goodness.

These marks are inconsistent
with a fall.

They look like hand prints.

As though she were grabbed
by both arms.

Yes. And I found skin
under her fingernails.

You don't believe she fell
off that balcony.

I think she was pushed.

No one would hurt Miss Jane.

There's no kinder lady.
Loved by everyone who met her.

Ma'am, were you here at the home
when she fell?

Sunday is my night off. I leave
a cold meal for the family.

Do you believe it more likely

that she jumped
of her own accord?

Never.
It had to be an accident.

Miss Jane
liked to go up to the balcony

on warm evenings to read.

Her foot must have slipped.

That railing is fairly high.

There was no book found
on the scene, Detective.

Ma'am, fairly violent bruises

were found on Miss Cooper's
upper arms.

If she wasn't pushed,

do you have any idea how
those may have gotten there?

Mr. Vickers has nowhere else
to turn, George.

Effie, if I start investigating
a case in your building,

your neighbors are gonna start
to recognize me,

and your superintendent might
put an end to our visits.

If people are in need,
we can't refuse them help

out of fear
of being inconvenienced.

All right, fine.
Tell me about this case.

Mr. Vickers
deposited his rent packet

in the lockbox three days ago,

but the superintendent
never got the money.

Mr. Vickers maintains
it must have been stolen.

Oh, well,
I've heard that one before.

Ah.

George, a letter from
Watson-Cook Publishing.

An offer on your manuscript!

They've had a book withdrawn,
and they need a replacement.

They want to publish
right away.

Watson-Cook.
That's awfully prestigious.

I knew they'd love it.

But right away?

Why not?

I'm not entirely sure
it's ready.

George...

Isn't this Mr. Vickers
the one

who brought you brownies
last week,

who's sweet on you?

Don't be ridiculous.

He's a kindly old man
who enjoys baking.

That's a likely explanation.

He'll be evicted
if he can't find the money.

He can't afford
to pay his rent twice.

Are you really worried
about helping people in need,

or are you worried about
losing these brownies?

Well, both, actually.

For your lunch.

I hope you come back again.

-If anyone were to find out...
-I know.

Some things
are worth the risk.

Um...

Detective Watts!
Small world.

George.

I didn't know you lived
in this building.

Oh.

Uh, I don't.
[ Clears throat ]

Ohh!

Have a lady friend, do you?

Oh, nothing to hide from me,
Detective.

-We're in the same boat.
-Oh...

Your housekeeper stated
she overheard an argument

between you and your daughter
yesterday, Mr. Cooper.

You bring me down here from
the hospital to question me?

I assumed you would be
most anxious of anyone

to learn the circumstances

behind your daughter's accident,
sir.

Jane and I didn't argue.

I inquired about a small matter
with the household accounts,

and Jane lost her temper.

Your housekeeper
described Miss Cooper

as an amiable young lady.

Was it common for her
to lose her temper with you?

No, it was
entirely out of the ordinary,

and I was caught quite off guard
as a matter of fact.

She appears to have bruises
from the encounter, Mr. Cooper.

She flew at me.
I held her off.

That's the extent of it.

And you were not on the roof
at the time of her fall?

Our argument was hours prior
to the accident.

Yes, Father told me
they had a small set-to,

but I wasn't there.

I had an appointment
with Juliette, the dressmaker.

Was it a common occurrence for
them to quarrel, Miss Cooper?

Well, Father can test
anyone's patience.

He expects Jane to take care
of everything,

and then complains
about how she does it.

Your father mentioned
the disagreement

was over household accounts.

What was the issue?

Jane has Father on a budget.
He likely overspent again.

But he would never hurt her.

No, poor Jane,
she did this to herself.

Why would your sister do this
to herself, Miss Cooper?

She had been declining
for months, Detective.

Complaining of all sorts
of ailments.

And you believe her melancholy
was great enough

that it would cause her
to harm herself?

Well, didn't the chimney cleaner
tell you as much?

That she was alone
on the balcony.

The fellow who was there
when we found her.

He said he saw everything
from the Nevilles' roof.

There was no statement
from a chimney cleaner, sir.

Find out what you can
about this, Mr. Parker.

All right.

Silas!
Thank goodness you're here.

How did this happen?

Well, that's what we're
attempting to determine.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

And you are?

Oh, I beg your pardon,
Detective.

This is Dr. Gettler.

Doctor, is Jane Cooper
your patient?

No. I'm posted
at Belleville General Hospital.

Jane is my fiancée.

Jane is a lovely, proper woman
from a good family.

Dr. Gettler, do you believe

she would attempt
to take her own life?

She had everything
to look forward to.

We were to marry
in September.

Her sister said that she had
been suffering from melancholy.

She complained of some illness
in her letters to me,

but that was simply excitement
over our upcoming wedding.

What was the illness?

Oh, there were
a range of complaints.

One day it would be
a terrible headache,

the next she was too cold, the
next she would come overtired.

But you didn't believe her
symptoms were real, Dr. Gettler?

None could be confirmed,
you see?

I assured her they would abate
after the wedding.

Did her family physician
agree with your assessment?

I told her it wasn't necessary
to see him.

I advised her to rest

and to spend less time
on her volunteer work.

Is this all, Detective?
I really must see Jane.

Well, that man
is an arrogant nitwit.

You don't agree
with his diagnosis?

Oh!

Assuming his fiancée's symptoms
are hysterical,

brought on by the excitement
of marrying him,

is not a diagnosis.

Her family has stated
that she had been

more temperamental of late.

If she was ill and being told
it was all in her head,

that would be upsetting.

What illness would explain
these symptoms, Julia?

I need more information.

Unfortunately, Miss Cooper
can't speak for herself.

[ Door closes ]

Jane Cooper has congestion
on her lungs.

-From before her injuries?
-Most likely.

It suggests that when
she complained of chills,

she was genuinely experiencing
a drop in body temperature.

Did you find anything
in her letters?

Yes, she describes
episodes of blurred vision

and pain in her ankles.

There was definitely
something wrong with her,

and it wasn't hysterical.

Domestic bliss.

[ Chuckling ] Yes,
I suppose it is.

The girl's father may have had
motive to harm her.

There was conflict
over family finances.

And the fiancé failed
to diagnose her properly.

Did either of them
have opportunity

to throw her
off the balcony?

PARKER: No.

I tracked down
a chimney sweep

who was working
across the way.

He swears Miss Cooper
was on the balcony alone.

He saw her jump.

-Case closed, then.
-Not quite.

What have you, Julia?

Once I had an idea what to
look for, I tested her urine.

It showed high levels
of chloral hydrate.

Jane Cooper
was being poisoned.

Chloral hydrate is
sometimes used as a sedative,

but her symptoms suggest
excessive and chronic use.

She began
complaining of ailments

approximately six months ago.

The poisoning
likely began then.

What if she was
a regular user?

Nurse Sullivan believes
Miss Cooper knew the dangers

and wouldn't have taken chloral
voluntarily.

BRACKENREID: This woman
jumped off a balcony.

She wasn't mentally fit.

I believe that came
after the chloral.

She was experiencing
real symptoms

which her own fiancé dismissed.

That could make anyone
feel hopeless.

How often do you think
she was getting the chloral?

She had to be ingesting it
regularly and in small doses.

Suggesting someone in
the household was responsible.

I had hoped that when
the cerebral swelling reduced,

we'd see some brain response.

It's only deteriorated.

It's tragic to see all this
damage in a girl so young.

There are no additional measures
you'd recommend?

You're doing
everything you can.

Have you a prognosis
for recovery?

I know you do not readily accept
the limitations

of our profession, Dr. Ogden.

It's one of the qualities
that makes you a good physician.

Perhaps an
experimental treatment.

Prepare the family
for the likelihood

that Miss Cooper
won't survive.

Snickerdoodles?
My late wife's recipe.

Uh, Mr. Vickers,

you're quite sure
you put the rent in the lockbox?

I mean, sometimes I-I-I think
I remember something,

but I'm actually remembering
the previous time

I did the same thing.

A trick of the memory,
if you will.

As you can see I took $30
out of the bank

on the day that my rent
was due.

I wrapped the money, and I wrote
my name on the packet

so that Mr. Kerr would know
whose account to credit.

And you're sure
you put it in the box?

Mm-hmm. Right after dinner,
about 8:00 that evening.

I don't want to move house,
gentlemen.

Most places to let don't have
an oven with a thermostat.

Oh.
Care for another one?

Ah! We will endeavor to find out
what happened, Mr. Vickers.

We wouldn't want you
to lose your oven.

Have you an update on
Jane's condition, Dr. Ogden?

As you know, Doctor,
it's telling

that she hasn't
regained consciousness.

Yes.
I feared as much.

I feel I should tell you this
as a physician.

I have reason to believe
that Miss Cooper's symptoms

prior to her fall
were indeed real,

not hysterical
as you believed.

You didn't have occasion
to examine her at the time.

No, but her specific complaints
are consistent

with a case
of chloral hydrate poisoning.

Ridiculous.
Jane didn't take chloral.

Tests confirm it.

In future, you would do well
to believe your patients

when they tell you
something's wrong.

I beg your pardon.

Dr. Ogden, Miss Cooper is having
respiratory difficulty.

Respiration increased suddenly
several minutes ago.

She's running a fever.

BELLA: What is the matter?
Silas?

Let the surgeon do her work,
Bella.

Her pulse is thready.

Blood pressure increased
from 110 over 70

to 150 over 76
in the last half-hour, Doctor.

Is she waking up?

No.

I'm afraid she contracted
a bacterial infection

during brain surgery.

-And how will you treat that?
-They can't.

There's nothing to be done.

DR. OGDEN:
I'm sorry, Miss Cooper.

But the chances of your sister
regaining consciousness

are very slight.

But she looks as though
she's in pain.

DR. OGDEN: Unfortunately,
morphine is not always

a complete barrier
to pain.

We must keep her comfortable,
Doctor.

Let's increase the morphine,
Nurse Sullivan.

It doesn't appear
to have been tampered with.

See, I think somebody
could have gotten it out

without damaging the box.

-You think so?
-Oh, absolutely.

Piece of gum,
length of rope, two magnets,

some pine tar,
and a horseshoe.

Hey!
What are you doing?

My name is Constable Crabtree.
This is Detective Watts.

We're investigating a possible
theft in this building.

-Who might you be?
-Robert Kerr.

I'm the building superintendent.
Don't I know you?

Ah...

Actually, Detective Watts
was investigating

another case in this
neighborhood recently.

What do you know about
Mr. Vickers'

missing rent money,
Mr. Kerr?

It was never missing.

Vickers didn't pay. Now he wants
to wiggle out of it.

He says he put his rent packet
in the box at 8:00 p.m.

the first evening
of the month.

Well, that's what he says,

but I collected all the rent
the next morning at 9:00.

Everyone's rent
was accounted for except his.

You accuse our family in
the midst of this nightmare?

Sir, as I've explained,

we believe your daughter
was being poisoned.

First you think I threw her
from the balcony.

We now know that
not to be the case.

Now you think she jumped
of her own accord,

but she did that because she
was being deliberately poisoned.

You think one of us
made Jane sick?

It's simply the first
logical place to look.

I've found some things
of interest, Detective.

BELLA: Oh, those --
those aren't poisons.

They're for Rose's tonics.

-Your housekeeper?
-Yes.

The ingredients she uses
to make her tinctures.

Ma'am, we believe Miss Cooper
was being dosed

with chloral hydrate.

Chloral hydrate is one of
the ingredients

in your tinctures,
is it not?

A very little amount.

Besides, I make these
to help the girls --

for sleep,
to aid weight loss.

Miss Jane
hardly even used them.

But you had it
in your house.

Did you understand what it
could do if taken in excess?

Of course. And I told the girls
to leave it to me to mix.

But you had reason
to make Miss Jane sick.

I don't know what you mean.
She was a kind employer.

I've read Miss Cooper's
letters to her fiancé,

and in them she describes her
volunteer work at the Haven,

a shelter for women.

And during her time there,

she met who she believed
was your sister.

Well, my sister is disturbed.
I couldn't help that, could I?

She insisted
that you visit her.

You refused.
The two of you argued.

She had no right to judge me.

-Did you give her the chloral?
-No. What good would that do?

She already knew about
my sister.

A bit of chloral
wouldn't change that.

WATTS: If we believe
Mr. Vickers is right

about when he put
the money into the box

and Mr. Kerr is truthful
about when he emptied the box,

we can assume
the theft took place

between 8:00 p.m.
and 9:00 a.m.

And as we both know,
the building doors are locked

after 7:00 p.m.

After that, only tenants
with keys can get inside.

So our thief
likely lives here.

What do you mean,
"as we both know?"

Miss Newsome.
I, uh...

In fact...

Effie, I-I told Detective Watts
about our visits.

I hope you don't mind.

It seems it's too late
for me to mind.

Let's keep it
between we three, then?

Uh, yes.
Yes, of course.

I'm not ashamed.

But I do have to think of
my professional reputation.

Mm.

-Oh, that's rubbish.
-George!

Rubbish.

Mr. Vickers
signed his rent packet.

Whoever took it may have thrown
that wrapper in the garbage.

It's not to be collected
until tomorrow.

I'll leave you to it, then.

She's going to die.

And all I've done
is prolong her pain.

You've done your best.

Now she's suffering,

even with as much morphine
as we can safely give her.

We'll find out who did this.

When my father was dying,
he called for me.

I didn't make it in time.

This is different.

He was your father.
She's a patient.

And you are here for her.

Doctor, it's Jane Cooper.

[ Moaning softly ]

Isn't there anything more that
can be done to give her relief?

You know we've given her
as much morphine as we can.

It's time to stop being
her nurse and be her friend.

Sit with her, Kate.

BELLA:
Jane was such a strong person.

She took care of all of us.

[ Sobbing ]

I hear Miss Cooper is not
recovering as we'd hoped.

It's worse than that.

Perhaps it was arrogant of us
to try and save her.

I don't know.

Dr. Forbes thinks I need to
learn to accept my limitations.

Is this the time
for such a lesson?

The alternative is to violate
the Hippocratic oath.

"I will give no deadly medicine
to anyone if asked,

nor suggest any such counsel."

The girl can't speak
for herself.

I don't know if her family
can be trusted to speak for her.

Then it is up to you.

We ward off death.

We live in fear of it.

But what if it were part of
our job to make it not fearful,

just gentle?

That is an appealing vision.

[ Down-tempo music playing ]

JANE:
[ Moaning softly ]

I'm so sorry
this happened to you.

I wish I could have helped you
earlier.

[ Gasps ]

[ Exhales slowly ]

You stayed all night.

I wanted to be the one
to tell Jane Cooper's family.

William.

The inspector told me.
Jane Cooper has died?

Yes.

William...

COOPER: Doctors...

What happened?
What went wrong?

She passed peacefully.

-[ Gasps ]
-[ Gasps ]

I'm very sorry for your loss.

No!
I can't accept this.

I'm so terribly sorry,
Mr. Cooper.

BELLA:
This can't be true.

Oh, my.
Quite the excavation.

CRABTREE: Well, you'll be
pleased to know, Effie,

it's given us
a break in your case.

This is the wrapper
in which Mr. Vickers' rent money

was placed into the box.

If we can find out who threw out
the rest of this trash,

we may have a lead.

I managed to get a copy
of the book cover.

Oh.
It's distinguished.

"A Man Alone" will be in
bookstores before we know it.

Really?

It's just it's all happening
so quickly.

I thought I would have a chance
to make a few changes.

George, it's splendid.

Don't worry. You're good
at everything you set out to do.

Everything you tell me to do,
you mean.

-Yes. The important things.
-[ Exhales sharply ]

EFFIE: That's from Jack Walker's
butcher shop.

He lives in the building.

Uh -- Uh...

Yes!

I remember him.

He was a witness
in our philately case, George.

That's right.

Well, let's go see what the
butcher has to say for himself.

Yes. Hmm.

Yes.
[ Clears throat ]

The postmortem confirmed
Dr. Ogden's suspicions.

There was
chronic chloral intake.

However, in the end,
it wasn't the fall

or the poison
that killed Miss Cooper.

I beg your pardon.

It was a morphine overdose.

The patient would have been
given morphine

to manage pain, Miss Hart.

I recognize as much,
Detective,

but this was a killing dose.

It was likely administered less
than an hour before she passed.

My report will note it
as the final cause of death.

Maybe whoever was giving
Jane Cooper the chloral

decided to finish the job.

Mr. Cooper, to your knowledge,
was anyone from your household

at the hospital last night?

Yes, but everyone was home
by 8:00.

Including Dr. Gettler?

Rose served us supper
at 8:30.

We all turned in
a short time later.

Detective, why are you asking
these questions?

Did Jane succumb to her injuries
or not?

We have reason to believe --

We can't say any more
at this time, Mr. Cooper.

Nurse Sullivan.
Have you seen Dr. Ogden?

I believe she's on duty.

I need to know everyone

who went into Jane Cooper's room
last night.

Her family stayed
till the end of visiting hours.

Did any of them return
later in the evening?

The housekeeper?
The fiancé?

Not that I saw.

Could any of them
have obtained morphine?

Not from within the hospital,
Detective.

Our supply is kept
under lock and key.

The two of you are listed
on Jane Cooper's chart.

Who treated her last night?

Jane Cooper was in pain.
There was no hope of recovery.

Administering an excess
of morphine

would have been
an act of mercy.

It may have been any one of us.
It was the right thing to do.

It would be best of you not to
ask any more questions, Detect--

Who treated her?

I did.

Come with me.

There was no hope
she would recover, William.

She was in pain.

Anything else
would have needlessly

prolonged her suffering.

Say something, William.

Even if you don't approve,
you must say something.

Whether or not I approve
of your actions,

you have taken
an innocent life.

It's a violation.

Of my oath?

Against God.

I cannot imagine any God

who wouldn't want me
to end her suffering.

Did you even think of God?

What did you believe
would happen?

You had to know that there
would be a postmortem.

W-What was your plan?

I had a patient to care for.
I didn't make a plan.

I suppose I hoped
that Violet would

put it down
to treatment of pain.

She's a much better coroner
than that.

Yes, it appears she is.

You have just confessed
to murder.

It's not murder, William.
It's euthanasia.

In the eyes of the law,
there is no difference.

[ Whispering ] You could
go to jail, Julia!

I don't believe
it will come to that.

Doctors do this, William.

More than you know.
When it's necessary!

When the suffering
of the patient

exceeds their hope
for survival.

You did it in the midst
of an investigation.

You've encountered
these cases before.

Your father was different.

Are you going to
arrest me?

No.
No, I'm not.

I didn't mean for you to be
put in this position, William.

I still have to find out
who poisoned Jane Cooper.

If I can now.

As your husband, I must
recuse myself from your case.

I'll be handing it over
to the inspector.

Mr. Cooper
has already been to see me.

He has friends
at the Crown attorney's office.

This is the needle I used

to administer a fatal dose
of morphine

to Miss Jane Cooper
at 11:00 last night.

I was alone.

Mine are the only fingermarks
on it.

BRACKENREID: [ Sighs ]

One night during the war,

I was making my way back to camp
after a skirmish.

I came across a soldier
on the ground.

Just a young lad.

Probably his first trip
overseas.

He was gut shot.

There was no chance of
getting a medic to him in time.

He begged me to...

He didn't have much time left,
in any case.

Sometimes we don't know
what we'll do

until the moment arrives,

and even then
it doesn't make it any easier.

Thank you, Inspector.

I understand,
but I can't fix it.

Even if I could
throw this needle

into Lake Ontario
where it belongs,

the girl's father is angry,
and he wants answers.

I understand, Tom.

I'm going to have to
arrest you, Julia.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Detective?

Dr. Ogden gave Jane Cooper
the morphine.

Is your boss taking
your wife to jail right now?

Were you able to obtain
Jane Cooper's personal effects?

Yes, but aren't you more worried
about the doctor?

It remains a fact,
Mr. Parker,

that someone tried to kill
that young woman.

I did find this
in her clothing, Detective.

From Dr. Gettler.
Posted before the jump.

He writes that he isn't sure
they should marry,

given her illness.

"A man who spends all day
among sick people

can only hope to find relief
in his own home."

This fellow is a jackass,

if you'll pardon me
for saying so.

Well, this explains
the timing

of Miss Cooper's
suicide attempt

and directly links
the poisoning to it.

Dr. Gettler never told us
about this letter.

That could indicate
a guilty conscience.

The writing of the letter alone
doesn't make him a suspect.

Besides,
he lives in Belleville,

only visited Toronto
every other week.

Not often enough
to administer the poison.

They wrote each other
every day.

-What's that?
-Potassium hydrate.

If it is chloral,
it will decompose to chloroform

and potassium formate.

Smells like chloroform.

You were right, Detective.

The envelope glue
does contain chloral.

Enough to have caused
Miss Cooper's symptoms?

Difficult to say
for certain.

But even half a gram a day
could make her quite ill.

Yes, that dose could be
consistent with her symptoms.

You're not here
to consult me.

You did something
that affects both of us.

An act of considerable
moral weight.

Why did you not come to me?

I did talk to you, William.

But I didn't ask you
the question directly

because I didn't want
anyone else to be implicated

if it came to this.

You made this decision
on your own?

I spoke with you,
Nurse Sullivan,

Dr. Forbes, Dr. Dixon.

But it was
my responsibility.

I see.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

I didn't do this without
thinking it through carefully.

You spoke with Dr. Dixon?

Mr. Walker.

Detective Watts. Constable.
How can I help you?

This came from your shop,
Mr. Walker?

Yes, it did.

It was found in a garbage bin
from this building.

Was that bag yours?

Oh, it was chicken kidneys.

I bring them home for Mr. Kerr.
He feeds them to his cat.

That means Mr. Kerr
likely took the money himself.

Thank you for your help,
Mr. Walker.

Not at all.

Let's go have a word with
the superintendent, Constable.

Yes.

You had decided to break off
your engagement to Jane Cooper.

No. I was only expressing
my worries.

I had hoped she had not received
the letter yet,

that it had nothing to do
with what she did.

Some time
after your engagement,

you concluded that
you'd made a mistake,

and you decided to poison her.

Whatever for?

So you wouldn't be the cad
who broke off an engagement.

The glue on her envelopes
contained chloral hydrate.

You poisoned them,
gave them to her,

then kept
a daily correspondence

so she would ingest it
regularly.

No, I never decided
I didn't want to marry her.

I'll never forgive myself
that she saw this.

These were my last words
to her.

Have constables in Belleville
search his rooms.

[ Knock on door ]

The superintendent
confessed to the crime.

How brazen of him.

Apparently he had arranged
to let that apartment

to his cousin of his
at a higher rate.

Well, perhaps we'll get
a new superintendent

who's less concerned
with overnight guests.

Oh, now, now,
do you want the reputation

of your building
to go completely downhill?

[ Chuckles ]

The Belleville Constabulary
said there's no sign of chloral

in Dr. Gettler's apartment.

I have an idea.

I leave tonight.

I simply cannot stay
after all this tragedy.

You understand, Bella.

Don't go.
Please.

We knew Jane best, you and I.

We can be an aid
to each other.

It would be wrong.

Better I should
never see you again.

You can't mean that.

You don't want me here,
Bella.

I-I would just be
a reminder of Jane.

Silas, I -- I do want you.

I've always wanted you.

Please, don't leave.

Or if you must,
take me with you.

Thank you, Dr. Gettler.

Miss Cooper.

I suspected you might be in love
with your sister's fiancé.

-You've just confirmed it.
-Is this true, Bella?

He loves me too.

-I know it.
-Whatever gave you such an idea?

You were just too honorable
to admit it, weren't you?

Silas?

Chloral grains and a bottle
of glue from your writing desk.

MURDOCH: The means to poison
your sister's envelopes.

Come with us please,
Miss Cooper.

Silas.

What about your wife,
Detective?

Will she be prosecuted?

I don't know. I've left that
to the inspector.

You seem like
the sort of man

who would want to protect
your wife.

Dr. Ogden is a strong woman.
She values her independence.

By all accounts, Miss Cooper
was a strong woman too.

That wasn't enough
when the men in her life

failed to protect her.

Let's go home.

What about the charges
against me?

I'll settle it
with the inspector.

But for now
let's get you home.

You've had a long day.

Would you look at that?

It's flying off the shelves.

Effie, just --
just give me one moment.

[ Clears throat ]

Beautiful day.

Any good?

It was a present.

-Enjoying it so far?
-So far?

Absolute rot.

-Well?
-He's just starting it.

Dr. Ogden
took full responsibility

for Jane Cooper's
morphine overdose.

I'm sorry to hear that,
Inspector.

Yes, well, her confession
could have serious consequences.

And if the wrong people
were to find out,

she could lose her job.

Or worse.

You know and respect Dr. Ogden
as much as I do.

She did this because it's
the only merciful thing to do.

I have no doubt of that.

I knew you'd understand,
Miss Hart.

That's why I've come
to ask you for a favor.

Would you be willing to remove
the morphine findings

from your postmortem?

I wouldn't normally
falsify evidence, Inspector.

I know.
It's asking a lot.

I saw that girl's injuries.

We should
all be fortunate enough

to have someone
like Dr. Ogden at that time.

Then you'll change
the report?

I'll rewrite it,
and I'll burn the original.

I won't forget this,
Miss Hart.

We're very lucky
to have you on our team.

Good evening.

[ Door closes ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

CRABTREE:
Ah, Detective.

George,
I want to talk to you.

All right.

You know that when you saw me
the other morning,

I wasn't visiting
a lady friend.

Ah, no explanation
necessary.

I lied to you because the truth
is somewhat embarrassing.

Sir,
there's really no need...

I've had money troubles
of late.

Ah.

Yes, I was careless
during my travels.

I couldn't make my rent
this week.

Mr. Walker was kind enough
to let me stay with him.

[ Clears throat ]

Right, well, money troubles
happen to the best of us.

Mm.

But, Detective,

you should know
that your money troubles

are safe with me.

Thank you, George.

[ Clears throat ]

It's all taken care of.

The girl's father
had a change of heart.

Given his own daughter
set events in motion,

he won't be pursuing
the matter.

And the evidence?

I've lost the syringe.

Well, thank you, sir.
I appreciate that.

Oh, and Miss Hart
agreed to rewrite the report.

You've gone to Miss Hart?

She was happy to oblige.

It's all done and dusted,
Murdoch.

Go home and see your wife.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

What did the inspector say?

All of the charges
have been dropped.

You still disapprove
of my actions?

Your work comes
with difficult choices.

And I'm certain this decision
wasn't made lightly.

It wasn't.

It was very difficult.

I needed my husband.

And when he found out,

his first reaction was to
treat me like a criminal.

Perhaps my faith is a point
that we will never agree on.

But I do expect you
to make an effort.

Can we let it be?

For tonight?

It's not that simple.

This isn't over.

The inspector has covered up
your crime

by going to Violet Hart.

She now has information

that could be harmful
to all three of us.

That has nothing to do

with what I'm trying to
say to you right now.

William.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]