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- Hurry up, John!
- I'm trying!

Constables!
What took you so long?

We got here
as quickly as we could.

- You said there was a robbery?
- I think so.

You think so?

There is an open window,
a broken vase...

- Nothing else?
- No.

- Well, where are the owners?
- We don't know.

We called out for them,
but they didn't answer.

The mistress
is usually up by now.

Right.
We best take a look.

I've always wondered what this
house was like on the inside.

Why so?

This house belongs
to Franklin Westerbrook.

- The Carpet King?
- The one and only.

- Any sign of them?
- Not upstairs.

Well, look.
Someone's been through here.

Look at this.

They've jimmied open the window.

John.

You come with me.

Ladies, please, stay put.

My goodness.

Ladies, please.

Carefully, now.

Any first impressions,
Miss Hart?

They appear to have drowned.

I won't know much more
until after the postmortem.

Very good.

Who found them?

- Constable Crabtree and I.
- I see.

Sir, one of the maids
found this inside.

It seems to be a suicide note.

"To our darling
daughters, we are sorry.

Your mother and I
have become exhausted

by our constant dissatisfaction

and can take no more."

Signed by both
Franklin and Louise Westerbrook.

A double suicide, then.

Let's not jump to conclusions
too quickly.

Did you notice anything
different about the couple?

I mean,
any excess of melancholy?

No, not at all.

But, then,
you only started working

a couple of weeks
prior to today?

Well, yes.

I've heard that Mrs. Westerbrook
was a difficult woman,

but I simply think
she had high standards.

So you enjoyed
working for them?

I did.

Do you think anyone
had animosity towards them?

Oh, I'm not one to know that.

I do know that they were very
extravagant in their wealth.

That must ruffle some feathers.

So you believe the burglar might
have known the Westerbrooks?

Everyone knew
that they had money.

It certainly appears
something was taken.

We'll have to check this area

and the butler's pantry
for fingermarks.

I've instructed the constables.

Do you think this burglar
killed the Westerbrooks?

Even if there was
an altercation,

wouldn't he simply kill them
and flee?

Why go all the way out to the
pool and stage a double suicide?

Perhaps it truly was suicide.

Unusual, but not completely
without precedent.

And this burglary was just
an unlucky coincidence?

Extremely unlucky,
if you ask me.

What can you tell us?

Mr. and Mrs.
Franklin and Louise Westerbrook

were found deceased
in their home this morning.

Now, that's all the information
we have.

Good day, gentlemen.
Ladies.

Inspector Brackenreid,
a word?

- Harvey Leech.
- Who?

I'm a reporter with Toronto's
premiere society journal,

the Toronto Tattle.

Oh, one of the city's

more high-minded periodicals,
I take it.

My source tells me the
Westerbrooks drowned themselves.

Was it a double suicide?

Listen, we have
no further information.

Or did one of them
murder the other

and then kill themselves?

- My money's on Louise.
- That's enough!

Now get lost.

I'll just put down that
you're too shocked to comment.

Bloody reporter
just ambushed me,

wanting all the gory details.

- He heard it was a suicide.
- How did he know that?

- Said he had a source.
- One of the maids?

I don't care who it is

now we've got the press
breathing down our necks.

All right, Detective Watts, you
chase down this burglar lead.

The older maid, Sarah, told me

a considerable amount
of silverware was stolen,

all monogrammed.

I'll visit some pawnshops.

Higgins!
What's that?

It's a black armband, sir.

I heard the terrible news
about Frank and Louise.

- You knew them?
- From the club.

Ruth told me about them.
They're immensely wealthy, sir.

The club?

Higgins,
you're always going on

about how you and Ruth
are destitute.

Well, we're paid up
till the end of the year.

They were known
as the "Wisterias," sir...

Aggressively climbing.

Now they're members
of the British aristocracy.

Oh? How so?

Their daughter Diana just
married the Earl of Lincoln.

Frank and Louise thought
they were royalty, sir,

but you don't enter that sphere
just by marrying into it.

- Oh, of course not.
- All right, that's enough.

- Has the family been informed?
- Yes, sir.

Diana and the earl
and his parents,

the duke and duchess,
were in Muskoka,

but they're
on their way in today.

They took a suite
at the Carlyle.

I'm about to start
the internal examination.

What can you tell me thus far?

There are no lesions,
no bruises,

no signs of violence
anywhere on the bodies.

Anything under the fingernails?

Nothing that would suggest
a struggle.

My preliminary theory
is hypoxemia

caused by drowning.

Curious.

Is there
something troubling you?

Well, they were found
at the bottom of a pool,

which would indicate drowning.

But there was nothing
weighing them down.

Bodies do sink when they drown.

It takes about a day
before they float.

Oh, I mean prior
to the drowning itself.

Suicide cases will often
weigh themselves down

with rocks, anchors,
cannonballs.

They must have very much
wanted to take their own lives.

Or they were coerced.

Please notify me

when you've completed
the postmortem, Miss Hart.

Of course, sir.

Mr. Crabtree.

Effie Newsome?

We met at Ruth's wedding.

- Yes, it's Constable, actually.
- Ah, yes.

It's a lovely day today.

Right, if you're looking
for Henry, he...

I'm not.

It's you I'm looking for
in my official capacity

as lawyer
to Mr. Martin Erskine.

You're a lawyer already?

I thought
you were still in school.

Yes, well,
I'm almost a lawyer.

This Mr. Erskine
is a friend of yours?

My cousin.

He sustained grievous injuries
in a motorcar accident,

and he is seeking recompense.

He's had to miss
a family reunion in Kingston.

He wanted to sue you,

but I said that as we were
already acquainted...

So he had his brakes
repaired in my shop?

He says they were ruined.

Miss Newsome, I stand behind

all the work done
at Bloom and Crabtree.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but
doesn't Henry work there now?

We offer our condolences
at this very difficult time.

We are doing all we can
to apprehend the burglar,

and when we do...

Do you believe
he is responsible?

That's unknown at this time.

And they were found
in their swimming pool?

I'm afraid so.

There, there, darling.

How could they do this?

They had everything
they wanted.

Diana's tired.
I'll go settle her in her room.

What do you say
to this frightful business?

We're here to ask questions

regarding the Westerbrooks.

To be honest,
we're investigating

whether it was murder
or suicide.

A damn shame.

Though, being the soul
of honesty,

I must say
I won't miss them too much.

Why do you say that?

Well, they weren't
the best sort of people.

I wouldn't be surprised
either way...

They couldn't
stick life anymore,

or they angered
the wrong person.

Now, Richard,
these men are only trying

to make sense of what happened.

Do you think they were the type
to commit suicide?

Grafters and strivers.

I... I'd hardly think so.

They finally got
what they were craving...

A family member with a title.

Well, they had that
to live for.

It certainly seemed
that was all they wanted.

I was just talking
with Mrs. Westerbrook

about the
governor general's ball

before we went to Muskoka.

It's next Saturday.

They were very much looking
forward to us going too.

I think they rather
wanted to show us off,

like trick ponies.

So which is it?
Murder or suicide?

Evidence of a break-in
does tell me

that the burglar had something
to do with their deaths.

How does one drown
two unwilling victims?

At gunpoint?

I agree it is odd.

Why stage two suicides?

Perhaps he was
covering his tracks.

Then why not clean up
the broken vase

or close the window?

What did Miss Hart
have to say about the bodies?

Just that she saw
no evidence of violence.

I'm still awaiting
the postmortem.

It did seem like they had
everything to live for.

Wealth, status, success.

Wealth does not
equal happiness.

Are you sure?

I don't need a large home
to be happy.

It certainly contributes
to my happiness.

Well, then, I suppose
it contributes to mine as well.

George.

Henry, you're late!

- Ruth likes a long breakfast.
- Henry, this is serious.

The reputation of Bloom and
Crabtree Auto is being impugned.

- I'm sorry, George.
- Look.

The brake rod came
completely free of the clevis.

What?
That's impossible.

I distinctly remember
tightening this rod.

- Are you sure?
- On my life, George.

Well, you do believe me,
don't you?

I'd like to know how much
you can give me for this silver.

What have we got here?

Detective!

- Constable.
- May I take a look at that?

I-I can explain.

You can explain it on the way,
Miss Stubbins.

You're coming with us.

I didn't do it to harm them.
They just have so much.

And you envied their wealth
so much you killed them?

No!
No, that's not it at all.

- Then why did you do it?
- He said it would be easy.

Who said that?

Anthony.

Anthony Pottier.
But he wouldn't kill anyone.

You planned this with him?

He would pry open a window

and... and steal the jewelry
and the silver,

and I would sell it.

Where is the jewelry now?

I don't know.
He only gave me the silver.

I need to speak
with this Mr. Pottier.

You have an address?

We'll get everyone
out there looking.

Do you think the maid and this
burglar planned to murder them?

The maid hadn't been with
the Westerbrooks for long.

I see no clear motive.

Perhaps it's just as she said,
a robbery.

Did you talk to their daughter?

Maybe Diana knows if her parents
had any enemies.

Diana did seem distraught.

I've asked Julia
to speak with her.

It's a bloody nuisance
when rich people die, Murdoch.

Perhaps my parents suffered
from despair

in weakness and defiance,

what Kierkegaard categorized
as the "sickness unto death."

You believe your parents
felt such despair?

They never said, Dr. Ogden.

But Kierkegaard also maintained

that suicide
was the greater risk

in those who maintain
perfect reserve.

This is a deeply tragic event.

How are you feeling?

I am carrying on.

As my parents would have
wanted me to, I'm sure.

Was there anyone who would have
wanted to harm your parents?

Why do you ask?

We have a guest.

This is Dr. Julia Ogden.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Yes.

This is Persephone.
My sister.

Are you here
to ask about Mama and Papa?

Yes.

And to see how you
and your sister are feeling.

We have each other.

And where was
Persephone during all of this?

She was away. A chaperoned
shopping trip in New York.

- She's staying with Diana now.
- How are they faring?

They're very intelligent
young women.

They seem to be coping
as best they can.

Lady Diana stated
that there was no love lost

between her father
and father in-law.

The duke felt the Westerbrooks
were social climbers,

completely beneath him.

Still, not a very strong motive
for a double murder.

Well, a man like the duke
derives his self-image

almost exclusively
from who he is,

his title, his position.

If that order was threatened...

He would seek to protect it.

But they were in Muskoka.

It's impossible to travel
there and back in one night.

Well, Miss Hart should have
completed her postmortem by now.

I'll have a word with her.

How are you finding Miss Hart
in the morgue?

Do you think she's managing well
by herself?

Oh, quite well...

Though she doesn't have quite
your investigative skills.

Yet.

Thank you.

Mr. Erskine is being
very generous.

He is only billing for medical
expenses and brake repair.

Your cousin spent $6
on a pair of crutches?!

Are they made of gold?

My client will accept
cash or check.

I will write a check today.

I suppose the mistake started

when you hired
Henry Higgins-Newsome.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking that he had a
natural ability with motorcars.

It's very noble of you
to help your friend,

but you can't run a charity.
Just look what happened.

It was simple human error.

Simple, all right.
That's Henry's middle name.

His middle name is Hieronymous,

and I'll thank you
not to slander my friend.

The man is a menace.

All right, Miss Newsome,
on second thought,

I won't be writing
any check today.

Are you saying you won't pay?

I'm saying Henry
is an honest man.

If he says he fixed
that brake rod properly,

then I believe him.

Then we'll see you in court.

We'll take you
for every penny you've got.

I'd like to see it.

See that?
Frothy blood in the lungs.

It could be indicative of a
cardiovascular disorder in one,

but in both?

What else could cause that?

I would say
a toxin of some kind.

And you found no evidence
of drowning?

Water in the stomach and lungs
would indicate drowning, yes.

But I found something else
in the stomach... ground glass.

They ate glass?

They're very tiny particles
that caused abrasions

in the mouth
and in the intestines.

And you found
no evidence of narcotics?

No. I've tested
for morphine, codeine.

I couldn't find a trace.

All man-made.
What of natural toxins?

Venom would paralyze
the central nervous system.

That is how they were drowned.
They were paralyzed.

But it would
have to be introduced

into the bloodstream.

Hence the ground glass.

I will need you to find out
what was in their system.

Of course, Detective.

City morgue.

Yes, I will let him know.

They've found the burglar.

Mr. Pottier.

I've had a look
at your fingermarks,

and they match those found
in the Westerbrook home.

They had me over for tea
a few weeks ago.

I don't think so.

I believe you robbed them.

And you are the only suspect
in what is now

a double murder investigation.

Hold on.
What did you say?

Come now, Mr. Pottier.

Surely you know
the Westerbrooks are dead.

The papers just said
that they killed themselves.

So, what did you see that night
you were there robbing them?

Were you just there
for the valuables, or...

- I-I never saw them.
- So you were there that night.

Look, Pauline and me,
we had a plan.

The Westerbrooks
went to bed at 10:00.

I would rob the place
at 2:00 at night,

and no one would get hurt.

Did they discover you
in the home?

No, I am telling you,
I never saw them.

I didn't even finish the job.

Why not?

I-I got the silver, and I was
gonna go further into the house,

up the stairs where Pauline
said I could find jewelry,

but I saw lights outside.

Lights?

From a motorcar
coming up the drive.

I-I got scared,
and I went back out the window.

I even broke a vase
on my way out.

On my word.

You're a thief.

I still have my word.

So the car he saw
belonged to the killer.

I've taken the liberty
of speaking with the neighbors.

Nothing.
They appear to have no enemies.

- And the family?
- Well, they were in Muskoka.

So the fancy place
they most likely stayed at

would have had some motorcars,
don't you think?

Watts, do you think
one could drive a motorcar

from Muskoka to Toronto and back
in one night?

Difficult,
but perhaps not impossible.

Then let's take the train
to this Muskoka property

and find out.

There's only the train
that you boys took.

Runs morning and afternoon.

And that's how
everyone gets here?

Yes, sir.

Before, we had a horse and a
wagon, but times are changing.

How far could an automobile
like this travel?

As long as you've got gas,

you know what you're doing,
I'd say mighty far.

Cooling the engine, gentle on
the brakes, that sort of thing.

Could it make to, say,
Toronto and back?

Yeah, I found
four empty gas cans

in the back of this one
yesterday morning.

It'd be rough going, but could
have been that far and back.

And do you know who drove
this car?

That's none of my business, sir.

This is
official police business.

I saw the duke leaving
the main house by the back door

in the evening two nights ago.

Then I saw him coming back,

early in the morning.

Woke me up.

Thank you.

No, I will not go
to your station!

This is
a police investigation, sir.

- Two people are dead!
- They should have got some dogs.

Where were you the night
that the Westerbrooks died?

That is my business.
None of your concern.

I'll ask you again, sir.

Were you in Toronto?

I am a duke
and a guest in your country!

That doesn't mean
you couldn't commit a crime!

Me? A crime?

Y-You... Y-You think I...

We have evidence that a motorcar
left the Muskoka compound

on the night in question.

And it was driven
a great distance.

Did you drive it to Toronto?

How could you?

I beg your pardon?

I knew you didn't like them,

but I didn't know
the depth of your hatred.

- You found out, didn't you?
- Found out what?

That they were about to buy
the estate next door to yours.

That was the
Marquess of Rutchford's estate!

- It can't now belong to...
- Commoners?

What's next?
Are you going to try to kill me?

That's enough!

Right, Sir Richard, you're
coming with us to the station.

Do you mind?

George?
Why the long face?

I can't believe how foolish
I was with Effie Newsome.

Now she's going to
take me to court.

She doesn't have a case.
I fixed that brake rod.

- How can I prove that, Henry?
- Well, it's obvious.

If I fixed it correctly,
then this Mr. Erskine is faking.

So, what, he orchestrated
the motorcar accident?

Or there never was
an accident at all.

And he's pretending
to be injured?

Remember when
I sprained my ankle,

and I had to take a week off?

I went to Ottawa to see
the Russian circus.

Higgins...

George, it was a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Actually,
if you think about it,

anything that happens
once in your lifetime

is once-in-a-lifetime.

You've been talking
with Detective Watts too much.

Mr. Erskine is lying,
and we're gonna catch him.

I just received word
from the real estate company

that the Westerbrooks
were dealing with in England.

Had they bought the property?

They received word not to sell
the Westerbrooks any property.

Who gave that order?

The request came
from the Somerset household.

So the duke did know

they were trying to buy
the property next to his.

Come on. You can ask the duchess
herself if the duke was at home.

Where is my husband?

In the cells.

Oh, now, really.
You don't think...

He refused to cooperate
with our investigation.

How could he cooperate?

He knows nothing about
the unfortunate events.

Lady Elizabeth, where was
your husband three nights ago?

The last night
you were in Muskoka.

Well, he was with me,
of course.

- You're quite sure?
- What are you implying?

Ma'am,
regardless of your position,

we are permitted
to ask these questions.

And I have answered them.

Now I wish to see my husband.

I hope you're prepared to wait.

Perhaps you should return
to your suite.

We'll notify you
if he gets released.

If?!

I'll be notifying
the British Embassy!

Well...

It's been quite a while
since I last heard from them.

Are we sure this is even
the right address?

Yes, I looked him up.

Well, we've already
missed breakfast.

Are we gonna stay so long
we miss lunch?

Well, do you want to pay Effie?

Absolutely not.

George. Look.

My God.
He looks injured to me.

"Looks."

Let's follow him.

I suppose you refuse to give us
your whereabouts that night

because you feel
a sense of shame?

Shame?

How dare you?!

Who were you with?
A lady of the lower classes?

I assure you, definitely not.

All right.

I was with a woman,
but she is not a tart.

We'll need a name
to confirm that.

Good God!

What kind of man
do you take me for?

I suppose we'll have to ask
someone else.

You've got a look, kid.

You ever think about
being on the stage?

Sometimes. I once performed
at the local theater.

That'll be all, Constable.
Have a seat Mr. Leech.

Tell me what you know
about the Duke of Somerset.

Well, we've attended
a few functions together.

- So you know him?
- Not well.

Where was he three nights ago?

Three nights?

Wasn't he up at some
luxurious Muskoka home?

That's what
we're trying to find out.

Well, let me say,

I'm not
the right person to ask

about the duke's
nocturnal adventures.

And who is?

The duke has been seen

in the constant company
of one particular lady.

Quite taken with her.

My sources say it's exclusive.

Well, do we have to buy
a magazine to find out?

Who said that?

Oh, come off it.
Apparently everyone knew.

That isn't the issue here.

We're trying to confirm
the duke's whereabouts

three nights ago.

I can't remember.

Miss Small, I'll remind you
that this is police business.

Since when have the police
been interested

in where dukes
spend the night?

Since this particular duke
is a suspect

in a murder investigation.

Murder? How exciting.

Were you with the duke
three nights ago?

Fine. I was.
All night.

- In Toronto?
- No, in Muskoka.

I was tucked into a little
cottage on the grounds.

Don't look at me like that.

A girl's entitled
to a bit of fun.

So the duke never left Muskoka.

No.

Never in my wildest dreams
did I think I would end up here.

That's what happens when
you feel you're above the law.

Uh, one more question, sir.

Fine.

Did you request that
a British real estate agency

not sell to the Westerbrooks?

I had no idea they wanted
to buy land in England.

But I'm glad
someone tried to stop them.

So if the duke didn't know
about the estate...

Then who tried to stop
the sale?

That's not the right venom.

Which one?

Wasp.
And that was the last of it.

I've dosed several rabbits
with ant, snake... nothing fits.

Come, Miss Hart. It's time
to get out of this morgue.

And go where?

To seek knowledge beyond that
which passeth our understanding.

And where do we find that?

Hetley Street,
just east of Jarvis.

Come on, dear.

They do bite.

But we keep them locked up.

You're looking well, my friend.

Oh! It's been a long time,
Detective Watts.

Mr. Sweeting did some undercover
work for me years ago.

Ah, yes.
Fraudulent insect sales.

Oh, nasty people.

- You're an entomologist?
- Not just an entomologist.

Author, explorer, and founder

of the British
Entomological Society

of British North America.

Detective Watts,
you're too kind.

So, what do you want?

- We have a venom problem.
- Go on.

We have to ascertain which venom
was used in a double murder.

Symptoms?

Paralysis...

Well, that sounds like
most venom,

given the right quantities.

Well, frothy blood
in the lungs.

Hmm. What did the bite marks
look like?

There were none. It was ingested
in large quantities.

The victims were given food
containing ground glass

to cut the intestine
and disperse the venom

into the bloodstream.

That's terrible.

I've tested bee, snake, wasp...
Nothing matches.

All Canadian insects?

- Yes.
- Ah! Think bigger.

Bigger insects?

Farther afield, dear Watts!

There's a whole world
of poisonous creatures.

Isn't it wonderful, huh?

Mr. Sweeting, would you happen
to know which insect's venom

would produce this result?

I'm thinking of something
that is easily milked.

To me,
it sounds like scorpion.

This has the most up-to-date
research on their venom.

Mr. Sweeting, would you mind
if we borrow this book?

Not if you promise
to come back and visit.

Certainly.

- Thank you.
- So long.

The venom given to the
Westerbrooks was from scorpions.

Why would anyone
use scorpion venom?

And who would know
how to get it?

A scorpion expert.

Diana's husband Albert
is an entomologist?

Who in fact wrote
the book on scorpion venom.

Albert tried to stop
his wife's family

from buying
the estate next to him,

and then he killed them.

I'm heading straight to
the Carlyle to arrest Albert.

I'm coming with you.

Excuse us. Police.
Pardon me.

It's the young earl.

It looks like
he jumped out the window.

He must have jumped
moments before we arrived.

Are you sure he jumped?

Do you have an alternate theory,
Miss Hart?

Well, his wounds are consistent
with falling from great heights,

but here... There are several
long hairs in his hand.

Well done, Miss Hart.

I've never seen
something like that. Horrible.

It certainly is.

Did you notice the earl
displaying any odd behavior?

He jumped out a window.

Before that.

I did hear a shout
just before it happened.

It sounded like, "No."
It could have been the earl.

No one's in the suite.

Did the earl's family
check out?

No.

Hmm. Were any of them upstairs
when the earl died?

The duke and duchess took a
train to Hamilton this morning

for an outing
to the Dundurn Zoo.

And his wife?

I think I saw her crossing
through the lobby,

going up to the suite.

Slim. Long neck.

She was wearing a veil.
I couldn't be sure.

Thank you.

So Diana waited for the duke
and duchess to leave town,

then pushed the earl
out the window?

Perhaps he confessed the murders
to her.

We need to find her.

Hello?

Lady Diana?

I've looked upstairs.
No one.

It's odd, though.

The rooms
which belong to the sisters

are so sterile...
Even by your standards.

No personal effects at all.

A library.

It's an odd room to be
locking from the outside.

Perhaps it's more
than a library.

A classroom?

Look at all these textbooks
and composition books.

Latin, algebra, geography.
It goes on.

Julia did say that the girls
seemed to be very well educated.

If they got through half of
these, I would say she's right.

There's one small window.

No distractions.

Watts, according to
this log book,

the girls spent
upwards of 12 hours in this room

nearly every day.

I've seen something
like this before.

It's used
to help correct posture.

Not something you'd want to use
on growing girls, though.

Unless you were trying to raise
perfect young women.

This book lists all of
the eligible dukes, earls,

and princes in England
and throughout Europe.

I take it Albert Earl
of Lincoln, is there?

He's the only one bookmarked.

And a cataloging
of all of his interests,

chief among them... entomology.

It appears
he wasn't the only one

with an interest
in the little critters.

Albert didn't collect the venom
used to kill the Westerbrooks.

She did.

Every little thing
for their daughters.

Anything?

- There! To the right.
- What?

- To the right!
- What?

There he is.

Let's make a move.
You lead.

Look now.

He's still using
his crutches, Henry,

and we've followed him
halfway across Toronto.

He's a fine actor.

Or he's not acting at all.

Look, Henry, I've indulged
in this charade all morning.

Perhaps it's time
for me to face the facts...

This man is actually injured,
and I need to pay him.

I'm sorry, George.
I guess I did make a mistake.

I'm such a dunce.

Everybody makes mistakes,
Henry.

Hold on. Look.

Why's he going in there?

Why am I here?

Lady Diana.
Please, have a seat.

We have
some unanswered questions.

Well, of course.
You both have such lively minds.

Your parents
did not commit suicide.

They were poisoned.

And the resulting paralysis

made it possible
for them to be drowned.

Poisoned? How?

Scorpion venom.

Albert.

Albert killed my parents.

Do you know that he was
an entomologist?

We do.
But Albert wasn't responsible.

Your parents worked
you very hard, didn't they?

What does that have to do
with anything?

I went to your home
and saw your study room,

saw how you were isolated,
forced to study,

forced to have perfect posture.

I wore that rod every day
since my 10th birthday,

and yes, my posture is perfect.

Were you allowed
any friends, Diana?

Interests of your own?

I was bred solely
to marry a fine husband.

Did they have similar plans
for Persephone?

The man Mother selected
for Persephone

was three times her age.

And you wanted to stop it.

Why should she have to follow
in my path?

I got them the status
they wanted.

She deserves
a life of her own.

We found
these creatures in your room.

Along with the necessary tools
to extract their venom.

Albert's interests are my own.

Yes, but you drove that car
from Muskoka that night

and killed them.

It could only have been you.

And then made it appear
as though it were a suicide.

I couldn't let them
destroy Persephone as well.

And Albert?
Did he realize what you'd done?

He was standing
in the bedroom window,

shouting that I would go to jail

and that Persephone
would have no one.

I ran towards him and pushed.

You wanted to paralyze your
parents before drowning them.

But why use scorpion venom?

To frame Albert?

Because it's known as
the most rare

and expensive liquid
in all the world.

Why does that matter?

They always wanted
the very best.

I know that she was
desperately unhappy,

but to kill her own...

She killed her parents,
but she didn't kill her husband.

She just confessed
to killing him.

Yes, but her confession
was false.

He was pushed out the living
room window, not the bedroom.

Why would she lie about that?

To protect the one person
in this world

that she truly cares about.

Constable, you are too much.

You can call me John.

Tell me another, John.

All right, let's see...

A farmer walks into his barn.

- Detective.
- Constable.

Persephone,
please come with us.

Miss Westerbrook,

what did your sister tell you
about your parents' deaths?

That they committed suicide.

They did not.

But that's what she said...

Your sister just confessed
to killing your parents.

She also confessed to the
murder of her husband, Albert.

That's impossible!

We have
an eyewitness description

of a woman entering the suite,

her hair in Albert's fist,
and her confession.

She'll be going
to prison for a very long time.

She didn't kill Albert.

Why don't you tell us
what happened?

My sister told me
I could live with her

now that my parents were gone.

We would travel.
Just the two of us.

- I know she did it, Persephone.
- What are you saying?

I woke up one night in Muskoka.
Diana wasn't there.

I only just realized

that was the night
your parents died.

That doesn't prove anything.

She killed them
and accused my father.

She'll blame me next.

I won't go to prison
for a woman that hates me.

Don't talk about Diana
like that!

Your sister will hang
for what she did!

My sister was only trying
to protect me.

You knew what she did for you,
and you were doing the same.

We only have each other.

All our lives,
we've only had each other.

We just wanted to be together.

Thank you for coming.

I was pleased
you came to your senses.

It's easier
not to get the court involved.

Quite right, indeed.

But why did you
want to meet here?

Well, actually, Miss Newsome,

I was wondering if you would
do me the honor?

You can call me Effie.

You can call me Constable.

Good!
Let the music move you!

One and two.

Hold it. Fabulous.

- Do you dance, Miss Newsome?
- Occasionally.

Please lead us. Ahh.

I do love this song.

- Oh, I've never danced to it.
- Let me show you.

What?

Just one dance, and then
we will conclude our business.

I very much look forward
to that conclusion.

I must say, Constable Crabtree,

you really are
a marvelous dancer.

Marty?!

Good day, Miss Newsome.

How could you?

Oh, my!

You come with me!
No, you come with me, young man!

It's time, Persephone.

Where are you taking her?

Your sister is still a child.

She'll be entering
juvenile reformatory.

Can't we stay together?

I'm sorry.
I'll be recommending leniency.

No!
Please let us stay together!

This is the only choice.

Darling, listen to me.

You must be strong.

Diana!

If I don't see you again,

just know that I tried
to make you happy.

And I you.

- It's time.
- No.

No, no, no.