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Well, looking at
the evidence, Crabtree,

it looks like we've
slightly narrowed it down.

Yes. I thought so as well, sir.

You'll both be coming tonight?

For the third time, yes.

Excellent.

I'll see you then.

He certainly seems
in fine spirits, sir.

I don't know if I've ever
seen him in such a good mood.

I know.
It's unsettling.

Oh, William!

Julia.
All set to go?

I am indeed.

Have a lovely evening,
gentlemen.

How was school?

It is so much more interesting

cutting into living tissue
than dead.

You should have seen the size of
the cyst I helped removed today.

Sorry I missed that.

Shall we race?

Well...

Here it is.

There it is.

You don't like it.

Well, it's... different.

William.

Julia.

It is our first home.

Right.
Uh...

Uh... hello?

Of all the individuals

I have had the opportunity
to collaborate with,

you seem to me...
to have the most vision, yes?

It's...
You couldn't imagine...

Detective Murdoch, Doctor.

Welcome to your new home.

Mr. Wright?

W-What are you doing here?

We're showing off
your new house, of course.

- I beg your pardon?
- As the owner

of Mr. Frank Lloyd Wright's
first home in the Toronto area,

you have certain obligations.

Obli...

Julia?

According to the contract
Dr. Ogden signed

when commissioning Mr. Wright,

your home will serve
as a show house

for the first 90 days
of possession.

This won't be
a daily occurrence.

That's heartening.

Now, come.
Meet our guests.

I suppose I didn't examine
the contract closely enough.

Champagne!

We do appreciate the commission.

Toronto is a very stodgy town.

You are one of the few
to see the genius

of Mr. Wright's vision.

You there!

Stop.
Stop.

What... What are you doing here?

I'm here to admire my work.

Your work?

You did little more
than follow instructions,

and now you wish to take credit
for everything I've done?

Get out.

If you wish to work
for Mr. Wright again,

I suggest you leave.

Well, they do say
that all great men have an ego.

I'm glad I don't.

- Murdoch!
- Ah.

You didn't get around
to decorating, I see.

- From Margaret and myself.
- Oh. Why, thank you, Inspector.

Thank you, sir.

Uh, Inspector, George,
this is Frank Lloyd Wright,

the man responsible
for our new home.

It appears you forgot something.

And what's that?

There are no bloody walls.

Rooms don't need walls.

Then there are no rooms.

Oi.
You there.

Inspector,
can I fix you a drink?

Oh. Very good.

- Detective.
- Yes, George?

I would very much like to see
your potato-cooking room

in full operation.

Of everything I've done,

that is the feature of this home
you've boasted of?

You have installed it,
Mr. Wright?

Reluctantly.

George, I-I have a house
full of guests.

- Perhaps now isn't...
- Sir.

Louise Cherry?

Have you invited her here?

I most certainly have not.

Um, Perhaps Mr. Wright

is simply trying to draw
attention to his creation.

Sir, I'm not keen on her.

I know, George.

I mean,
you know what she's like.

She said that you and Dr. Ogden
were bor...

Oh! What is that noise?

Sir, we have taken
preliminary statements

from most of the guests.

How do you suppose
he ended up in there?

Perhaps he thought
it was the water closet.

Detective,
if you have no more questions,

my wife and I have
another engagement.

I may need to make
further inquiries.

Then you may do so
at a more convenient time.

Do not call before 11:00.

Let us finish taking statements
and pick this up in the morning.

Calling it a night, Murdoch?

I suppose it's for the best.

Thank you so much for the lamp,
Inspector.

Oh, yes.
Thank you.

Uh... Oh. Yeah.

Good evening.

Well, I suppose
it wouldn't be our house

if something like this
didn't happen.

Oh. Sir.

N-Now is definitely not
a good time, George.

Of course.

Detective Murdoch.

Miss Cherry.

Do you have any statements
at this time?

I do not.

What?

A less than enjoyable evening,
sir?

Well, it started out
well enough.

Very good.

I hope you can grace us
with your presence, sir.

Henry Hieronymus Higgins?

Higgins wasn't given a middle
name, sir, so he chose that.

Do you like it?

Oh, it suits you.

Uh, Henry,
please find out all you can

about Frank Lloyd Wright
and the rest of my guests.

Of course.

Shame I didn't have a chance
to meet them.

Would've made it easier.

Sir, I look forward
to seeing you there.

Oh, uh, my wife has reminded me
to remind you

that she is a wedding planner.

Oh. Yes.

Well, uh, I'm leaving that all
in Ruth's hands, sir.

I'll be glad
when this bloody day is over.

I concur, sir.

So, uh, what did you think
to Murdoch's house?

I thought it was...
really something.

Didn't think much of it either,
eh, Crabtree?

Well, sir, I...

It's just a bloody box.

No charm or character at all.

The detective likes it.

Of course.
It suits him.

I hope you're not missing
an important class.

Oh, nothing I can't catch up on.

I have a surgery
in the next couple of days,

but I'm prepared.

I assure you...
I can handle this.

I need no such assurances,

but seeing the death was in my
home, I'd like to look into it.

There's not much to look into,
I'm afraid.

Afternoon.
Miss Hart.

Detective.

Do you have
the victim's belongings?

Yes. What's left of them
are right over here.

His name was Mr. Lionel Spoud.

Spoud?
I know that name.

I talked to him
about designing our home.

Oh, yes.
"Architecture and contractors."

But, Detective,
if he was cooked,

why didn't the paper burn?

The machine is designed to seek
out moisture in order to heat.

Did you find out anything more
about the victim?

That was all.

I will let you know
if I find any more.

Thank you.

So, do you have any idea how
we can establish time of death?

Not really.

Good.

I was hoping I wasn't alone
on that one.

I built the room
exactly to your specifications.

There's no other point of access
other than the obvious.

I'm not accusing you
of anything, Mr. Towne.

Why do you think
the poor unfortunate exploded?

I think the different areas of
whatever may be inside my device

are heating at different rates.

Uneven cooking could be
the cause.

Perhaps if I devised some sort
of turntable mechanism,

that would allow for whatever
is inside to cook evenly.

Who was the fellow?

A Mr. Lionel Spoud.

You knew him?

I-I worked for him
once or twice.

Strange thing, though... He
and Mr. Wright were on the outs.

So why would he be at the party?

Perhaps to be placed
inside of my device to kill him

and thereby destroy
all evidence.

Who else knew what
my cooking room was capable of?

Well, Mr. Wright and Miss Ryand
for certain.

But Mr. Wright showed
a number of people your home

at the various stages
of construction.

Mr. Dodds, another architect,
showed keen interest.

So you knew the victim.

Professionally.

You were friends?

Are two men in competition
ever truly friends?

Mr. Spoud, Mr. Wright,
and myself

were all competing for a number
of lucrative contracts.

And all three of you
were at a party in my home.

It's good to keep tabs
on each other.

Did you speak with Mr. Spoud
while you were there?

I didn't even see him until...

Well, until there was little
left of him to see.

And now it seems there are
only two of you in competition.

You could say that,
but this is Toronto.

I doubt there would be any

brave enough to embrace
Mr. Wright's vision.

Present company excepted,
of course.

So now all of Mr. Spoud's work
could find its way to you.

It's funny how life works out
sometimes, isn't it?

You know, I am endeavoring

to become a better man.

Ruth has been helping me
with that.

Sounds like quite the job.

So I am trying my best

to not disinvite the detective
from my wedding.

I know it's petty, but really,
I've worked shoulder to shoulder

with the man
for more than 10 years.

Would it be that hard to invite
me to his housewarming party?

Higgins, it wasn't much
of an affair.

Well, you were there,
as was the inspector.

And I'm a Newsome.
You'd think...

You're a Newsome?

Well, by marriage I shall be.

You'd think my attendance
would be a feather

- in the detective's cap.
- Henny Penny!

Ruthie.

That's enough. That's enough.
That's enough. Thank you.

I trust you are keeping
our city's streets safe, Henry.

Constable Crabtree.

Miss Newsome.

You will be coming
to the rehearsal?

Yes.

And your lady companion?

I won't be bringing one.

What? What?
No. No, no.

The... The seating plan
has already been arranged.

There's really nobody
I want to bring.

Well, that will not do.

- Will it, Henry?
- No, Ruthie.

You leave it to me,
George Crabtree.

I will make sure
you have a suitable companion

- for our nuptials.
- But...

I won't hear another word of it.

You're a lucky man, George.

Ruth has some exceptional
friends of very high breeding.

I'm sure she will find you
a companion

that exceeds your expectations.

Mr. Wright was vying to design
the new city library,

but he didn't stand a chance.

Why not?
He's an architect of some note.

Most on the board of control

considered his designs
to be brutish.

Will the city consider
Mr. Wright's designs

now that Mr. Spoud is dead?

Toronto?
I very much doubt it.

If he's to achieve
any success here,

it'll be through
private commissions.

All he needs do is hook
one big fish

and others will follow.

I told him as much.

I've commissioned him.

With respect, Detective,
you're not much of a fish.

Mr. Wright needed someone
with the proper address.

We talked with Mr. Wright
On numerous occasions

before we employed Mr. Spoud.

My husband was keen on his work.
I was not.

- So you chose Mr. Spoud?
- Yes.

But now I suppose my husband
will get his wish.

Has Mr. Wright contacted you
about designing your new home?

On the very evening
of Mr. Spoud's death.

Did you know the
identity of the man who died?

- No.
- Not until you told us.

He was the man who beat you
for the Ferguson commission.

I wasn't beat.
Mr. Ferguson made a poor choice.

If Jersey Ferguson chose
someone else for the commission,

then why invite him
to the party?

I wanted him to see your house.

I felt once he saw what I'd done
for you,

he would have a change of heart.

Then why invite Mr. Spoud?

We didn't.

He was there.

Mr. Spoud was an unwelcome guest
numerous times

while your home
was under construction.

I had nothing to do with the
fact he was at the unveiling.

So you didn't see him?

If I had, he would have been out
on his ear.

Spoud is a dinosaur.
Mr. Wright is the future.

I am sure he was at the party
because he was concerned

once the Fergusons saw
your home, he'd be fired.

But we had nothing to do
with his demise.

It seems to me your device was
the thing that killed him.

Which someone turned on
with him inside of it.

It wasn't us.

Mrs. Ferguson stated that you
gave her your business card

right after the man died.

- I did.
- “Why?

To see if her heart
had changed.

Mr. Murdoch,
we may be having another showing

of the Murdoch House soon.

May I remind you there are to be
no garish additions.

I'm almost done.

Do you think you'll still
want to use this after...

William.

Of course.

You're not squeamish, are you?

You designed
this brilliant device.

I shall put it to good use.

All right, then.

You don't like it, do you?

Oh... I love it!

And I bargained.

I-I got us that statue
for half price.

Not Apu Inti.
I mean the house!

Yes.

Oh, no.
Mr. Wright!

Dr. Ogden, may I come in?

Oh, my.

Well, that certainly is
something.

We purchased it on our travels.

W-What can we do for you,
Miss Cherry?

I was curious as to whether
there was any more news

on your mysterious death.

There is not.

And I would prefer
if you directed your inquires

to Station House Number Four,
not my personal home.

I thought I'd learn more
at the scene of the crime.

It is not a mansion.

It isn't.

Excuse me?

Our home.
It's hardly a mansion.

Why did you call it that?

I enjoyed the alliteration.

Detective Murdoch,
if you'd keep me abreast

of any further developments,
I'd be happy to share with you

a piece of information
I recently learned.

If it's germane
to the investigation,

you'll tell me regardless.

Well, I suppose you'll read
about it in the paper tomorrow,

so why not?

It appears that Mrs. Ferguson
and Mr. Spoud

were carrying on
a torrid affair.

Is this is what amounts to news
in this day and age?

It certainly is if it points
to the likely murderer.

Wouldn't you say
that cuckolded Jersey Ferguson

is now a primary suspect?

I don't have all day.

So you don't deny it?

There wouldn't be much point.

Mr. Spoud and I carried on
a brief affair.

And your husband knew about it?

He did walk in on us

at a time when it would have
been difficult

to disguise what we were doing.

Is that all?

- For now.
- Thank you.

Despite her studies,
Dr. Ogden is still the coroner.

And she's hardly in the office.

If that were the case,
you wouldn't be complaining.

I have been dealing

with the day-to-day business
of the coroner's office

for months while the Murdochs
were in South America.

That's correct.

Do you have any complaints
about the quality of my work?

I have letters of recommendation
from Inspector McWorthy

and others,
and I have qualifications.

All that may be true,

but Dr. Ogden is still
the coroner of record.

And when she finally leaves?

You may get my recommendation,
Miss Hart,

but it will make no difference.

And why is that?

Have you ever wondered

why Murdoch is still
only a detective?

What does that have to do
with anything?

He's a Catholic.

That means he will never be more
than he is.

The same is in store for you.

No matter how competent you are,
you will never get the position.

You are a woman...
and you're black.

You should consider yourself
lucky

you are where you are,
young lady.

And what do you look for
in a woman?

I don't know, Miss Newsome.

Punctuality.
I admire punctuality.

And ambition.

A-Ambitious, but also nurturing.

A woman who possesses
a keen mind and a ready smile.

Mm. Sorry.
Taken.

I suppose what I'm really
looking for i-is a woman

who can indulge her own
interests and have a family.

Well, that's impossible.

Y-You have to choose one
or the other.

- I don't think I can.
- All right.

Let's discuss
what is truly important.

What should she look like?
Should she be tall or thin?

Full in the chest.

I cannot stop Ellen
from doing what she wants.

But you could have put a stop
to the affair.

By killing Mr. Spoud?
Why would I do that?

I-It took me six months

to find a suitable architect
for my home.

The man was sleeping
with your wife.

If that was motive for murder,

I daresay I could kill half
the men in my neighborhood.

So you didn't confront Mr. Spoud
at the party?

I didn't even see him
at the party.

Now, I have a question for you.

How do you like your new place?

Oh, sir.
What do you think?

The tobacco-leaf one.

Mm. Excellent choice, sir.
Thank you.

H-Henry, do you have
that information I requested

on Mr. Wright and the others?

Information?

I specifically asked
for a full background on all...

Sorry, sir.
I've been terribly busy.

The wedding is less
than three weeks away.

Frank Lloyd Wright.
Fascinating fellow.

- You know of him?
- Good Lord, man.

Who doesn't know
Frank Lloyd Wright?

In a bit of a financial jam

since he split
with Louis Sullivan,

but I'll see
what I can find out.

Well, good.
That's settled.

Henry!

Henry!
S-Sorry. Could, um...

Henry!

Henry, I am not at all happy
with the vehicle

that has been chosen
as our wedding carriage.

I'd like you to take care of it
immediately.

- On my way, turtledove.
- Thank you.

I need to speak
with George Crabtree.

Would you be a dear
and go fetch him for me?

Thank you.

What you are to do
is look at these photographs

and decide on whom
your companion shall be.

Who's she?

Doesn't matter.
Do you like her?

- I don't know her.
- That's a no. What about her?

Oh, this is ridiculous.

It is not, Constable Crabtree.

Physical attraction
is the tinder

that ignites every relationship.

So no.

Hm.
Oh. What about her?

- Oh, no. Not her.
- Why not?

Trust me.
I said no.

Now, what about this one?
Miss Eliza Sinclair.

Look, I've had enough of this.

- I'm simply trying to help.
- Well, I'll tell you what.

You bring me somebody

who actually has some
of the qualities that I admire,

and I will gladly meet her...

If for no other reason than
to bring this all to an end.

I accept your challenge.

I will find you a woman

who possesses all the qualities
you need.

- Uh, Miss Newsome?
- Hm?

If she happens to be a
little bit good-looking, then...

Whatever it is you want to talk
to me about, I'm not interested.

You haven't even heard
the question.

I am a member
of the Fourth Estate.

As such, I am the one
who asks the questions.

So, you don't know what
Mr. Wright has been up to

while he's been in Toronto?

I didn't say that.

Has anyone else hired him?

I know Julia Ogden did.

Yes, but anyone else else?

You're the detective.
I'm the reporter.

Why don't you find out
and I'll write about it?

But... I do know

he's having a luncheon
with the Fergusons today.

- How do you know that?
- Turn around.

You're one heck of a detective.

To the first brick.

Why are we here?

A man has died
under suspicious circumstances,

and you are benefiting from it.

So you think one of us
killed him?

Well, motive often
reveals itself after the fact.

A man showed up at a party
uninvited, wandered into a-a...

poorly conceived device
and accidentally killed himself.

Or he was lured there
and put inside against his will.

Do you intend to charge me?

Not at this time.

Then... have a home to create.

Mr. Wright is going to be
the leading architect

of the 20th century.

He will achieve greatness

whether Mr. Spoud is alive
or dead.

What do you think?

I think that behind
every successful man

there is a woman.

A murderous one?

It's been known to happen.

Is it too austere for you?

Excuse me?

The house.

Oh, the house is fine.

"Fine"?

I was hoping for more than fine.

It'll just take
some getting used to.

So you don't like it.
I knew it.

What?

Uh... I'm sorry, Julia.

I-I'm just preoccupied.

With what?

Well, you know what's curious?

No one mentioned seeing
Mr. Spoud.

All of those guests at
the party, and no one saw him.

Which is odd,
considering where he ended up.

And time of death
is impossible to ascertain,

which means
he could have been placed inside

hours before his death...
Days, even.

In fact, he could have been dead
when he was placed in there.

Well, the total destruction
of the body

is a perfect way to hide both
cause and the time of death.

Well, one thing is certain...
It wasn't self-inflicted.

It's impossible to turn
the machine on from inside.

So it was turned on
while the party was under way.

Meaning the killer
was one of our guests.

Oh! Constable, Constable.
I have wonderful news.

What, you're planning
on canceling the whole endeavor?

Hmm? The wedding? No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.

I have found you
a perfect partner.

I just have to arrange
for you two to meet

before the blessed day.

Miss Newsome.

Inspector. What a delight.

Where's Higgins?

He had some personal business
to attend to.

- Oh, did he?
- Hm.

- Terribly important, he said.
- Of course.

Do you suppose that if it's not
too much trouble,

he may deign to grace us
with an appearance tomorrow?

Oh. Yes.

I would imagine
it is quite difficult

to keep the station running
in fine form without my Henry.

Well, I will let you know when
I've arranged the meeting.

Oh, uh, Miss Newsome?

You don't have a picture of her,
do you?

Singing a different tune,
are we, Constable?

I assure you
she's a handsome woman.

"Handsome" is never a good sign,
Crabtree.

Watts.

I suppose there is
a certain ingenuity to this,

a harmony of natural
and man-made materials.

I believe he calls his style
organic.

It certainly appears function
and form are coalescing.

Were you able to find
anything out about Miss Ryand?

If I were to jump
to conclusions,

I would say I have found
a very viable suspect.

This is interesting.

Um, to the point, uh...

Oh. Of course.

Miss Ryand has been
in the employ of Mr. Wright

for about a year.

She arrived from England
some time ago.

There are rumors she and
Mr. Wright are having an affair.

No great surprise there, though.

Apparently this is the norm
for Mr. Wright.

I see.

But before she met Mr. Wright,

she was employed at another
architectural firm in this city.

- Mr. Spoud's?
- Exactly.

Apparently she is
a very skilled draftsman.

Why did she leave Spoud's?

He fired her.

Mm. But that doesn't make her
a killer.

Not in itself, no.

But I talked to some
of the people at Spoud's firm.

They intimated
that she had launched

numerous complaints against him.

He was insistent
in his attempts to woo her.

Ah. And when she declined,
he fired her.

Ended her career until
Mr. Wright came to the rescue.

Well, it is the closest thing
we have to motive.

You, uh, you like this place?

Oh, I very much do.

The light is, uh, pleasing.

You don't?

It suits Julia's needs.

I just don't know if I'm
comfortable with the idea, sir.

In fact, I-I reckon I am
uncomfortable with the idea.

You don't trust Miss Newsome's
judgment?

Well, sir, we all know

who she's decided to spend
the rest of her life with.

Mr. Towne.

I've given your device
a proper going-over.

- All appears in working order.
- Excellent.

You stated that a number
of rival architects

visited my home
during construction.

Do you recall if, uh, Mr. Spoud
was among them?

I believe he was.

When?

Uh, right before your party.

I remember because he came
with a camera.

We were talking about beginning
work at the Ferguson place.

And you saw him leave?

I did not.

Ms. Ryand had dismissed me.

Mr. Wright's assistant?

The one and the same.

They were arguing
something fierce.

George?

Sir.
Right away.

Mr. Towne.

So you deny none of it?

No.

You saw Mr. Spoud
the day that he died?

I saw Mr. Spoud
taking photographs

of Mr. Wright's work,
and I put a stop to it.

Nothing more.

Why did you not reveal

that you had worked
with Mr. Spoud in the past?

It's a part of my life
I choose to forget.

Unfortunately, I can't.

Your connection does provide
motive.

I worked with Mr. Spoud
for a number of years.

I was a very good employee.

Regardless, he made it clear
that if I was going to progress,

I would have to grant him favors
of an intimate nature.

That was something
I was not prepared to do.

If I had wished to kill him,
I would have done it back then.

A witness stated
that they saw you with Mr. Spoud

on the day of his death.

I imagine a lot of people
were seen with him.

I've got work to do.

Work you and Mr. Wright
desperately needed.

And work that you would not
have obtained

were it not for the death
of Mr. Spoud.

Now, can you account
for your whereabouts

in the hours
preceding the party?

I went back to my hotel
and permitted myself a drink.

- Alone?
- Yes.

Where was Mr. Wright?

I don't know where he was.

I was at the Scarborough Bluffs.

For what purpose?

Taking it in.

My inspiration is taken
from the world around me.

A number of people
would have seen me there.

Are you able to provide me
with any names?

There was a constable.

He warned me not to get
too close to the edge.

Morning.

Constable Higgins!

Nice to see you.

- Oh. Thank you, sir.
- Will you be staying long?

I don't know yet, sir.

Why? Did Ruth call?
Does she need me?

No.

Now, get your good boots on.

Two days foot patrol
in the Ward,

with extra hours to make up
for the time that you missed.

Sir, I can't do that.

I have things
I need to take care of.

You will do that, and you
will do whatever I tell you to.

Sir, I'm getting married.

I can't risk getting injured
before the wedding.

You're risking getting injured
right now.

Higgins, Miss Newsome
is on the telephone.

Don't you bloody dare.

- Roo-Poo?
- Oh, boy.

Goodbye, Roo-Poo!

Why did you do that?

Because you're on the job, and
when you are, you listen to me.

- Sir.
- And if you don't,

you'll be working
on your bloody wedding day!

Well, you won't have to worry
about that anymore.

From this day forward,

Henry Hieronymus Higgins
listens to no man.

I resign.

- You're fired.
- I said it first.

Get out!

You know,
you were lucky to have me.

I gave the best 10 years
of my life to this place.

And what did I get in return?
Nothing!

You received payment
when you didn't even deserve it!

Oh, I deserved it,

being bossed around
for no reason.

Day in, day out, listening
to you prattle on and on.

No.

And as for your wife, I wouldn't
trust her to plan afternoon tea.

- Why, you little...
- Perhaps a drink is in order.

Let's get a move on.

Go.

I shall, George.

But I want you to know

you're still the best friend
I have in this world.

Henry Higgins has been there
a long time, hasn't he?

Well, yes, I suppose he has.

Are we still going
to his wedding?

We haven't been uninvited.

I have received a request
from Mr. Spoud's wife.

She'd like what's left
of his belongings.

Oh, yes.
She can have them.

So you think Miss Ryand
is responsible?

I don't know.

Many women have to suffer
under unfortunate circumstances.

It doesn't make them killers.

Although I do understand
the impulse.

She will be questioned again,

but I-I'm hesitant
to arrest her.

You don't like this house,
do you?

W... I didn't say that.

William.

It... It's just that so much
of what's here

doesn't feel like ours.

Uh, I-I feel as though
I'm on display

in someone else's home.

Well... when you throw Mr. Wright
in jail,

we can do whatever we want.

We can move if you want,
William.

I just thought this place
would suit you.

It's clean and modern
and sophisticated.

What?

I discovered this as well.

I-It creates the feeling
of an entirely different room.

I was thinking... We have yet
to properly christen the place.

What if it pops back in again?

I think
that's the idea, William.

Doctor.

Miss Hart, could you gather
Mr. Spoud's effects?

His wife has requested them.

She could have asked me.

All official requests
still come through me.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

How curious.

Not something Mr. Spoud
likely had in his possession.

I thought the same. When I
was gathering his belongings...

I missed them.

Oh. You wouldn't have known
what they were.

Besides, cataloging evidence
isn't your job.

Yes, but Dr. Ogden found them.

Yes. Well, Dr. Ogden has years
of experience.

Miss Hart, it was a totally
understandable oversight.

I made a mistake.

It won't happen again.

Mr. Towne.

Uh, please come in.

Uh, something else for me, sir?

Yes. Um...

...do you recognize these?

Electrical straps.

Used to insulate wire.

Indeed.

Do you have any idea
why they would have been found

inside of my device?

I left them there by mistake.

And, uh, why I found human skin
in the fibers?

Mr. Spoud's body... exploded.

It could have contaminated...

Well, that's one explanation.

But I believe there is another.

You bound Mr. Spoud with these
and placed him inside.

I wasn't even at your home
when it happened.

But you were, however briefly.

Mr. Wright asked you to leave.

And you yourself admitted

that you and Mr. Spoud were
at my house before the party.

This isn't funny, Spoud.
You owe me money!

I looked into it.

You two had a history.

He didn't pay you
for your last job with him.

You confronted him.

You bound him and placed him
in the room and closed the door.

And you were at the party long
enough to turn on the device

before Mr. Wright
escorted you out...

...leaving me with a room
full of suspects

but only one Killer.

Do you deny any of this?

Where's your proof?

Well, these are certainly
a good start.

And now that I know
what I'm looking at,

I believe I'll find what I need.

I didn't... just work for Spoud.

I designed his buildings
with him,

but he took credit
for everything.

He was the architect,

and I was nothing more
than a laborer.

He made that clear.

You were jealous.

I was cheated!

And I tolerated it
because he paid me well.

And then he didn't.

The day I took that job
for Mr. Wright,

Spoud turned on me.

He reneged all moneys
that he owed me,

and he vowed I would never work
again.

He took my livelihood.

I took his life.

She should be here.

Punctuality is
one of her virtues

and one of the qualities
you said you admired.

Are you nervous?

I have to admit...
I'm a little nervous too.

- I know I shouldn't be, but...
- I'm fine.

And you say she would like
to have children at some point?

Oh, a passel.

George, I am delivering to you
the woman of your dreams.

She is both confident
in her career

and yet possesses
a-a keen nurturing spirit.

I have to admit...
I am getting a little excited.

Louise.

George.

You two know each other, then.

And you are going to be
a surgeon?

Yes.
I'm... I'm almost there.

Much to the dismay of certain
male students in my class.

Things would be easier
if men weren't in the way.

Julia, it would appear we are
to be the only people in Toronto

with a home designed
by Mr. Wright.

I decided the Fergusons weren't
deserving of my abilities.

Going back home to Chicago.

Oak Park has commissioned me
to build a new church.

The first building
to be constructed

entirely out of concrete.

Oh. Well, I-I expect
that will raise a few eyebrows.

I hope it does.

It's time we cast aside the
trappings of the last century.

Wouldn't you say?

And the Fergusons?

Someone will create

another uninspiring piece
of Toronto architecture.

I'm sure they will.

And how have you settled in?

Oh. William rather likes
the hidden sofa.

Oh, good.

I think you will find
as you explore the place

there will be
a few more surprises.

And, Dr. Ogden...
I do like the statue.

Everyone loves Apu.

George, take a look at this.

That is quite something, sir.

He does it every hour
on the hour.

I'm sure he'll eventually
break it.

I'm sure that's not
what will break it.

Uh, George, recessed lighting.

No need to clutter the space
with unnecessary lamps.

So you are taking to the house,
then, sir?

Yes, I-I'm quite taken.

Sir.

Oh, it's okay, George.
I'll get it.

Sir, I-it's not been in there
10 minutes.

It can't possibly be ready.

Our first ever dinner guest.

Look at that!

Cooked right through
and piping hot!

Very, very hot.

Oh, George.

Well... cheers!

- Cheers.
- Cheers!

Miss Hart.
Can I help you?

Could you tell me if there are
any specific files or manuals

relating to
investigative techniques?

Planning a change in career?

I'm planning on mastering
whatever needs be mastered

to get to where I want to go.

An admirable pursuit.

My color makes it
a necessary one.

Now, are you going to help me
or not?

Pull up a chair.

All right.

This.

And this.