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I heard as soon as
the jury read the verdict,

she launched herself
headlong through the window.

I heard she went mad and
attacked everybody with an ax.

How did she get an ax
into a courtroom?

She didn't attack anyone.

Annabella Maloney grabbed a fire
ax to smash a window and escape.

Perhaps we should spend
less time

talking about Miss Maloney
and more time looking for her.

Crabtree.

All transit points
are covered, sir.

Thank you. Annabella's been
spotted on Bismark Street.

That's all the way up
by Yonge and Bloor.

Well, she may have been trying
to get to North Toronto Station.

If she did, look.

This line goes
right through Claremont.

- Her hometown.
- Hold it.

Nesbit Daniels' office
is at Yonge and Bloor.

You think the lawyer's involved
in this?

No stone unturned.
You two look into it.

Right.

This lock's been broken.

Somebody's clearly
been in here.

It looks as though she was
trying to find something.

John, look at this.

The back door is open.

That's her!

She must have climbed over.

- I hear footsteps running south.
- We'll head her off! This way!

My truncheon.

John!

Coming!

Stop struggling!

Constable Brackenreid!

I hear you have caught
a very big fish.

I'd simply forgotten
my truncheon, sir.

Now, now, no false modesty,
Constable.

Young Brackenreid here
noticed that

his truncheon
had fallen to the ground,

which means the lid upon which
he rested it must have moved.

Clever deduction.

It's a shame
your father wasn't here

to clap you on the back himself.

Inspector Brackenreid will hear
all about this

the moment he gets back.

Any idea when that may be?

Last I heard,
he was headed to New York.

Good for him.

Was anything found
in Miss Maloney's possession?

$36 in cash.
Mostly twos and fours.

Has the lawyer been contacted?

Yes.
Mr. Nesbit will be in shortly.

Very good, John.

Thank you, sir.

Do you think I'll get
a chance to meet him?

Who? The lawyer?

What do you want to
meet him for?

I-I followed the trial.
I felt sorry for her.

John, she killed her mother
with an ax.

Harriet Rawlins
wasn't her mother.

Annabella was a home child.

- So that makes it all right?
- She was beaten and tortured.

Her home sister
admitted as much.

The home sister that Annabella
then tried to murder?

Rosemary Rawlins
was abusive as well.

That's what made it
such a brilliant defense.

The victim was painted
as a villain,

the villain
painted as a victim.

Annabella Cinderella.

So you're a fan of the lawyer
as well?

He took her case for free.

Oh, nobody's motives
are purely altruistic.

It's all in the service
of his political aspirations.

He's running for mayor,
don't you know?

- Here he comes now.
- Mr. Daniels.

Detective Murdoch.
Thank you for coming in.

Of course.

I'm aware how this might appear,
but I want to assure you

that I had nothing to do
with her escape.

Then what was she doing
in your office?

She knew that I kept a cashbox
for out-of-pocket expenses.

She tore apart my office
until she found it.

Any idea how much was taken?

$36.

That's the amount
that was found on her.

I'll be sure
that you get it back.

Her father was a thief.

The apple never falls
far from the tree.

Still, you do your best.

Mm. Yeah.
Right this way.

All right, all right.

- Hop on it, John?
- Me?

It's only fair
that you see this through

and deliver her to prison.

Thank you, sir.
I won't let you down.

Try to make Dunbarton
by nightfall.

They have a good hotel
for the price.

Sir.
I'll telegraph from Kingston.

"The Police Investigative
Handbook."

Oh, yes!

Every station house
is to get them.

I suppose it can't hurt

to be apprised of
all the latest developments.

Indeed. I've been very eager
to read this.

Can I at least have a fork?

You may have a spoon.

I am handcuffed to the bedpost.

Oh, you think
I'm gonna stab you.

I believe the word
is thank you.

I'm supposed to be grateful?

There's a lot
you should be grateful for.

Are you pulling my leg?

I'm going to prison.
For life.

You could be
at the end of a rope.

You sound like my lawyer.

What, the lawyer
who took your case for free?

The one who bollocked it.

Instead of proving my innocence,
he tries to excuse my guilt.

- But you were guilty.
- Is that so?

- Were you there?
- No, but your sister was.

Rosemary is not my sister.

She said she saw you Kill
your mother. Was she lying?

- Yes.
- No, she wasn't.

She walked into the room
just as you plunged an ax

into your mother's chest.

She was not my mother!

Then you chased poor Rosemary
through the house,

out the front door,
down the lane,

and you probably would have
axed her too

if it wasn't for the neighbor
who came out

and wrested the weapon
from your grasp.

Or is he lying also?

Not to mention the evidence.

Your... Your footprints
in the blood.

Your fingermarks on the weapon.

You were right
to give me a spoon.

It's 10:00.

- Did you get any sleep?
- A little.

Wake me at 2:00.

It's you.

- The one who hates me less.
- I don't hate you.

I feel sorry for you.

Not you too.

How did you become
a home child?

My father was a thief,

my mother was a whore,
and I was a pickpocket.

How did you become a copper?

My father
is a police inspector.

Not exactly fair, is it?

Right, I'll settle up the bill.
You finish up here.

I need to use the privy.

Again?

It's a long ride.

This is where she burned you
with cigarettes.

- Only when I made her mad.
- That's awful.

A lot of things are awful.

You're not, though.

We... We better...
We better hurry.

Let me know
when you're done.

How do you know so much
about my case?

I read about it in the paper.

I even went to watch
on my lunch breaks.

You looked at me once.
You probably don't remember.

You smiled.

Are you done?

Annabella?

I'm coming in.

Constable Crabtree!

Constable Crabtree!

What's going on?

She handcuffed me
to the towel rack.

- She's got my key.
- How?

- She's a pickpocket!
- Unlock yourself. Hurry!

Annabella!

God, I'm such a fool.

Detective Murdoch will kill me.

My father's gonna find out,
isn't he?

He certainly will
if we don't catch her,

which we certainly won't do
standing around here.

You believe we can catch her?

Well, think.
Where has she gone?

I'd imagine she wants to get
as far from us as she can.

- And how would she do that?
- Ride hard.

Horses tire.

Maybe she's going to hide
until dark.

Where's the nearest
train station?

Pickering is just over
a mile away.

Right, so what would you do?

Would you... Would you ride hard
or lay low

or take a train?

Train.

Let's hurry.

It's ours, all right.
I recognize her.

All right, well, let's go.

Sir, have you seen a young lady,
freckles, blue dress?

She would have been here
only 10 minutes ago.

- Pretty?
- Yes, very.

Oh. She asked to buy a ticket
on the train.

- Which train?
- Westbound. You just missed her.

- What's the next westbound stop?
- Scarborough Junction.

John, I think we're going to
have to alert the authorities.

- Do we have to?
- I don't...

I don't think we can
keep this a secret anymore.

Look, I don't think
she's on that train.

Where do you think she's gone?

Her hometown.
Look, it's only 10 miles north.

Claremont?
Why would she go there?

Maybe she has a friend
who will give her shelter.

Why... Why was the horse
tied up at the station?

Why didn't she give it a smack
and send it running?

It's how we knew
she'd been here.

Why did she ask the ticket man

if she could
buy a ticket on board?

You can always buy a ticket
on board.

She has no money. She wants us
to think she's on the train.

All right.
All right, here.

Take this.
Go to the nearest livery.

Get us two saddles
and another horse.

Try not to lose that.

Sir, may I use your telephone?

- Station House Four.
- Watts.

Watts, I need you
to do me a favor.

- What?
- We've lost Annabella.

- How?
- Never mind that.

I need you to go to the office
of Nesbit Daniels,

find the names and addresses
of anybody in Claremont

Annabella might be possibly
seeking shelter with.

And, Detective,

if you could find a way to
keeping this between us for now.

I understand.

Catching a killer is one thing.
Losing a killer is...

Have you read this?

Uh, goodbye.

Not yet. Why?

It's... It's unacceptable.

Nowhere in the entire book
is there any mention of...

Unacceptable indeed.

Ooh, I'm gonna need
to get some air.

Apparently, she's escaped.

Escaped? Again?

- When?
- About two hours ago.

And she's going to Claremont?

We need the names of anyone she
might be seeking shelter with.

If she's going to Claremont,
it's not to seek assistance.

Then, what?

The moment she was convicted,

she swore to Kill
every person responsible.

- Like witnesses?
- Everybody.

Including me.

- Especially me.
- Who's "everybody"?

You'll need to get the complete
file from the Crown prosecutors.

I'll call
the Claremont General Store

and see that people are warned.

All right.

You see what I'm saying?

It's positively antediluvian.

At best, it's a painful
elaboration of the obvious.

Does it include
a single technique

developed in the past decade?

I don't think it does!

The identikit.
The telefacsimile.

Roentgen rays to peer inside of
objects undetected.

Not a single mention of
Landsteiner's blood groupings?

The very idea of employing
scientific knowledge

as an investigative tool...
Entirely absent.

Did they even think
to consult us?

- I have to get back to work.
- Myself as well.

I-It's not as though
they could have been

entirely unaware of our work.

The Gazette
regularly mentions

techniques
that you've developed.

Yes. You're celebrated
in your profession.

William,
I'm hardly celebrated.

You're often cited
in medical journals.

- You check my citations?
- Of course I do.

I'm proud of you.

To think that public money
is being wasted on this.

Are you Constable Crabtree?

Yes.
Did you get a message for me?

Oh, we got a message, all right.

Are you the ones
that let Annabella go?

We didn't let her go.
She escaped.

And now she's out
to kill us all.

What?
Who told you that?

Her lawyer.

It's what she told him,
apparently.

He called.
I put the word out.

I'm Annabella's neighbor,
Edmund Mathers.

The one who stopped her
from killing her sister.

Home sister.
That's me.

You're Rosemary Rawlins.

This is my fiancé,
Robert Duncan.

All... All right.

Did Detective Watts
leave a message for me?

Yes. He said he would be
on the 12:15 from Toronto.

And what time
does that arrive here?

Five past 1:00.

- Detective Watts.
- Mr. Daniels.

It appears
we were on the same train.

Everyone is to be gathered
at the general store,

which I believe is this way.

Why would Annabella
want to kill you?

She hated me.

Why did she hate you?

I had nicer things.

I had a mother
who wasn't a whore.

I got to run the store instead
of working in the fields.

Who knows?
Maybe she was just hateful.

That's the problem
with these home children.

They're street urchins.

You can put them
in a nice house,

but you'll never
wash the gutter off.

Though Lord knows
Mother did try.

Your mother,
I heard she was abusive.

Well, there wasn't one of them

that didn't get
what they deserved.

They should have been grateful.

Instead they stole
what they could,

and when they were caught
they would run away,

and Mother would have to
bring in more.

Criminals, the lot of them.

She was horrible.

Annabella?

No.

Her home mother.

Annabella was no picnic,
but Harriet Rawlins?

The things
she did to those children

would turn your stomach.

She burned Annabella
with cigarettes.

She did that to all of them.

And worse.

Why didn't you report her?

Because she, um...

She knew my secrets.

Ah, Detective.

- Mr. Daniels.
- Is everyone here?

Everyone that
we telegraphed about, yes.

Good.

Lady and gentlemen,
my name is Detective Watts

of the Toronto Constabulary.

I trust you all know
why you're here.

The danger Annabella
poses to you all is speculative,

but as they say,
"Better sure than sorry."

You all know me
as Miss Maloney's attorney,

but until she's caught

I'll be assisting the police
in any way I can.

If any of you know anything
that might help us,

don't keep it to yourselves.

Do you have a space where
we could speak privately?

Yes, you can use
my storage room.

All right.

With me, Constables.

Thank you very much,
Detective Watts, for everything.

You as well, Mr. Daniels.

And I'm terribly sorry
about all of this.

Of course you're sorry.

It doesn't change anything,

so don't waste the energy
in saying it.

Does Detective Murdoch know?

No, he doesn't.

And that's not the question
you should be asking right now.

- Sorry, I...
- Nope.

W-What is?

"How do we find her?"

On the train over,

I went through the file
from the Crown prosecutor.

There's one more person
we should protect.

Who's that?

The doctor who filed
the death certificate

and attended the case.

Dr. Beattie
was never called to testify.

He provided evidence
that helped convict her.

Good point.
Let's go.

No.

You stay.
This is police business.

All right.

I'm not saying she's innocent.

I just pointed out
that there are other people

who may have wanted
to kill her mother.

Which, if they did, would
ipso facto make her innocent.

- Did she say she was innocent?
- She did, yes.

"Twas ever thus.

Oh, my God.

Still think she's so innocent?

This is my fault.

It's not your fault, John.

Losing the prisoner
was your fault.

This is merely a consequence.

One cannot be held accountable
for every consequence,

because the consequences
of every action are infinite.

Is that
supposed to make me feel better?

Your feelings are irrelevant.
It's simply the truth of it.

It does confirm our fears.

The girl's out
for bloody revenge.

The choice of the ax
was intentional.

She was clearly making a point.

She may be planning to visit
all of her intended victims.

Head back to the store.
Find out where they live.

John and I will join you after
we're done with the crime scene.

W-What should I do?

Well, this is a doctor's clinic.
Find a thermometer.

Found one.

Here.

Take this.
Keep it for evidence.

What is it?

Very likely
nothing of importance.

Then why keep it?

I'll pretend
you didn't say that.

Get a pen and paper.

Ambient temperature...
76 degrees.

Time... 2:47.

He's lightly clothed.

Looks to be about, uh,

160 pounds.

Write that down?

Yes.
It affects the algor mortis.

A corpse cools at a set rate

according to variables
such as weight,

internal temperature,
and ambient temperature.

A formula determines
the approximate time of death.

Why are we concerned
about that?

Well, as there is
no coroner available,

it behooves us to do as best
we can with what we have.

No, no, I mean,
we already know who killed him

and when she must have done it.

You do know our entire system
of justice depends on evidence,

not just casual suppositions
of guilt?

I-I suppose.

You suppose?

Oh, I-I mean, yes, of course.

You're right.

For your breathtaking sloppiness
in thinking,

you get to take
the internal temperature.

Ah, not in the mouth.

Hello.
I'm Mr. Clements.

Detective William Murdoch.

- My wife, Dr. Julia Ogden.
- Hello.

Your message was urgent.

Yes.

You are the publisher
of this book?

I am.
We are.

Who is the author?

I don't know.

You don't know?

We are a subsidiary.

Our parent company
originally commissioned the book

for the New York City Police.

Is there something wrong
with the book?

This handbook should represent
the latest

in investigative techniques,
wouldn't you say?

Of course.

Well, it does not.

No.

This is your urgent matter?

Here is a list of
investigative tools and methods

that should be included
in any such handbook.

- It's by no means comprehensive.
- How do you know of these?

Detective Murdoch developed
most of them himself.

Your book also lacks
any forensic techniques

which should work hand in glove
in any police investigation.

This is a list
of forensic techniques

that should've been included.

And these techniques
are effective?

We've solved every crime
we've ever investigated.

So if a handbook of these
techniques were published,

it would represent
a new standard.

I should think so.

This would be unprecedented.

The subsidiary holding
the rights to the standard.

We don't usually publish
original material.

You must write it.

What? No, no.

- No. We are not writers.
- No.

We could perhaps be, uh,
involved in, uh...

- Consulting.
- Consulting!

- We could consult.
- Yes.

This is an advance
on royalties.

If this becomes
the North American standard

for police
investigative manuals,

multiply that by 10.

Where is Mr. Duncan?

He's tending his store.
He took his rifle.

We were sorry to hear about
Dr. Beattie.

Robert says if he sees her,

he's going to
shoot her on sight.

I'd advise against that.

Detective Watts.

The numbers we found
in the doctor's pocket

look like the numbers we put
down for his algor mortis.

What does it mean?

It means he'd recently attended
a body of his own.

He was a doctor, after all.

I've visited each of the houses.

No sign
she's been to any of them.

- There! It's Annabella!
- Don't shoot!

Damn it, man!

John.

Look.

- Blood.
- She was hit?

It would appear so.

Right, let's look for more.

Congratulations.

If you've hit her and she dies,
it'll be murder.

- Oh, bollocks.
- Not bollocks.

Where did you first see her?

She was in my store. I came in
from out back, and she bolted.

Do you think she's hurt bad?

Not badly enough.

I can't find any more blood.

I'm worried for her.
Is that crazy?

It's not crazy,
just stupid, John.

You don't think she would
bury an ax in your chest

if she had the chance?

All right.

She could have gone
in any direction.

We're not gonna find her
like this.

Well?

- She's wounded.
- How bad?

I can't say for sure,
but she'll certainly

be looking for a place
to patch herself up.

Any house would have the means.

What do you think, Watts?

Is she out there playing
knocky knocky nine doors?

I think more likely
she'll go somewhere she knows.

Is that the Crown's file?

- Yes.
- Let me have a look.

I may spot something
you've missed.

I saw that in your office.

It was on the desk.
Maybe she was looking at it.

It's a copy
of Dr. Beattie's medical report

from Harriet Rawlins'
murder scene.

There's his signature
at the bottom.

Why would
she be looking at that?

I would guess
she wanted his address.

Everyone knows
where the town doctor lives.

John, read me the numbers
we found on the doctor.

Of course.

11:15.

That's the time
he took the reading.

4 over 20.

That's April 20th, the date.

- 125.
- Her weight.

73.2 and 91.6.

Those would be the ambient
and internal temperatures.

She was trying
to prove her innocence.

How so?

Those numbers give you
the time of death, do they not?

You can work it out
if you know what the formula is.

So maybe she has an alibi

for when Harriet
was actually killed.

M-Maybe she was hoping the
doctor would do the calculation.

Why else
would he have the numbers

from Annabella's file
in his pocket?

Yes, I see your point, but why
would she then kill the doctor?

- Maybe she didn't.
- So who did?

Harriet Rawlins was dead four
and a half hours at 11:15 p.m.

That puts the time of death
close to 6:45.

Rosemary claims she saw
Annabella kill her at 9:00.

She is innocent.

You're saying she was innocent?
That can't be.

You never thought to ask
for the time of death?

There was no doubt of her guilt.

So much evidence
compelled that conclusion,

I focused on saving her
from the noose.

Rosemary claims
she saw Annabella

kill her mother at 9:00 p.m.

Was she lying?

But the neighbor
corroborated her testimony.

I mean, is he lying?

He only saw Annabella
chasing Rosemary with the ax.

He didn't see
the actual murder.

That doesn't make her innocent.

If she didn't kill
her mother at 9:00,

she could have
killed her earlier.

- I don't think so.
- What's your reasoning?

The doctor was murdered.

He didn't do the calculation
yet, so she had no motive,

but the real killer did.

Rosemary says
she witnessed the murder.

I'll talk to her first.

May I join you?

I'd like to give her
the cross-examination

I should have in court.

You two talk to Robert Duncan.

Find out what Annabella
was looking for in his store.

The two of us, writing a book!

I can't argue
with the logic of it.

Neither can I.

A comprehensive manual of
the techniques we've developed

would be an invaluable
contribution to crime detection.

But will you have the time?

You're a practicing surgeon,
still overseeing the morgue.

I already make the time
to spend with you.

We'll just put that time
to better use.

Very efficient.

It's positively romantic.

I didn't lie.
I came home at 9:00.

I went up to my mother's room
to tell her I was home,

and I saw Annabella
put an ax in her chest.

I saw it.

With my own eyes.

Why would I lie about that?

Well, perhaps you killed her.

My own mother?

I loved her.

Nevertheless,
your mother was killed

two hours
before you came home.

So either you're lying,

or you're mistaken
about what you saw.

She was standing over her.

She had the ax in her hands.

But you never saw her
bring the ax down, did you?

Could Annabella in fact
have been removing it

from your mother's chest?

Then why did
she chase after me?

Perhaps Annabella was trying
to tell you the truth,

that she'd only
just come home herself

and discovered your mother
already dead.

She kept screaming
for me to stop.

I thought she was trying
to kill me. I really did.

If she's really innocent,

I feel terrible.

Oh, my God.

Robert shot her.

She was going through my ledger.

Why?

Damned if I know.

This is the way she left it.

April 7th to the 21st.

Harriet Rawlins was killed
on the 20th.

Why would Annabella
be looking up

the day her mother was killed?

Did she buy something?
Is that her alibi?

Even if it is,
it wouldn't hold up.

Her house is just
a few minutes' walk from here.

L-Look.

This... This part
has different handwriting.

Perhaps Annabella wasn't so much
trying to prove an alibi.

She was pointing a finger
at someone else.

This is my father's writing.

He mans the store
when I'm not here.

Where were you?

I can't recall.

The last entry you wrote

was for a jacket
purchased by Edmund Mathers.

What time was that?

- H-How would I know that?
- Is Mr. Mathers a farmer?

No, he works at the mill.

And what time
does the mill close?

6:00.

So you wrote that

and left the store
sometime after 6:00.

Does that jog your memory?

Maybe this will ring a bell.

It was right around the time
that Harriet Rawlins was killed.

You think I killed her.

- Why did you shoot Annabella?
- She was getting away.

Or was she getting
at the truth?

You've got this all wrong.

Convince me.
Stop lying.

Where were you
at the time of the murder?

And don't say
you don't recall.

You have to promise
not to tell Rosemary.

It would be the end for us.

You were with another woman.

Yes.

Give me her name.
I'll be discreet.

Good luck finding her.

The other woman was Annabella.

If he's telling the truth,
they both have alibis.

And we're back
to where we started.

You mentioned others with
motive to kill Harriet Rawlins.

I-I did?

Oh, um, right.

W-Well, he didn't actually say
he wanted to kill her.

It was just
more my speculation...

Who?

Mr. Mathers.

All right,
let's go talk to him.

Mr. Mathers.

Um, you said Harriet Rawlins
knew your secrets.

And from that
you think I killed her?

She knew everyone's secrets.

It's how she got
what she wanted.

What did she want?

You name it.

Are you saying
she extorted you?

She extorted everyone.

Ask her.

She leaned on people
for favors.

It was never about money.

Mm? Miss Rawlins?

When we opened up her estate,

we found a safety deposit box

with a thousand dollars
in an envelope.

Good Lord.
Where did the money come from?

I have no idea.

But you think
it could've been the fruits

of some kind of extortion?

Possibly.

Was there anything else
in the box?

No.
Just some documents.

What kind of documents?

Home children contracts,
mostly.

I still keep them
in a box above the pie safe.

John, why don't you
escort Rosemary home

to retrieve the documents?

Sir.

I must also take my leave.

In light of this new evidence,

I must petition the courts
to reopen her case.

Right. Well, thank you
for your assistance.

Thank you.

What are we playing?

They're right here.

I don't understand.
I kept them right here.

- They've been burned.
- Annabella?

Why would Annabella want to burn
her home child contract?

- What is it?
- Blood.

Annabella?

She's trying to escape!

Annabella!

Annabella, stop!

- We know you're innocent!
- Liar!

She was dead
when you found her.

That's why you went to the
doctor to prove it, and you did.

She was killed around 6:30.
You have an alibi for that time.

Mr. Duncan told us.

Nobody believed me.

Not even my lawyer.

Well, we all believe you now.

Let's see that arm.

Why did you burn
the home child contracts?

Are you protecting someone?
Do you know who killed her?

I-I didn't burn anything.
Someone else did.

- Who?
- I don't know.

I-I was hiding.

They came into the house.
I smelled smoke, and they left.

- How long ago?
- Just before you got here.

Rosemary, run to the store.

Tell Detective Watts
and Constable Crabtree

to meet me at the train station.

Hurry.

Why are we here, Constable?

M-Mr. Daniels is our killer,
Sir.

He knew about the documents

and left ahead of us
to destroy them.

Ridiculous.
Why would I do such a thing?

Yes, why, Constable?

I-I don't know,
but you did.

And who have
I supposedly killed?

Uh, Harriet Rawlins?
She was dead before I met her.

Dr. Beattie was dead
before I arrived.

Your detective
can attest to that.

Did you meet on the train
or after you arrived?

After.

Go on.

That's all I have.

Train bound
to the city of Toronto!

Well, that's my train.

- All aboard!
- It's been a nice chat.

Annabella, I'm happy to continue
to represent you if you choose.

Roll up your sleeve.

I've got a train to catch, son.

Mr. Daniels...

Roll up your sleeve, please.

Look, it's just
like Annabella's.

You were one of
Harriet Rawlins' home children.

Odd that you never
mentioned that.

- He didn't want anybody to know.
- Why?

No shame in being a home child.

Unless, of course,
you have political ambitions.

What were you trying to hide?
Were your parents criminals?

You may as well tell us.
It's all going to come out.

My father was a murderer.

And that was the secret
Harriet Rawlins

was going to tell the world.

That money they found.
You paid her to keep her quiet.

But she wouldn't stay quiet,
of course.

So you killed her.

And then Annabella came home
at just the wrong time.

You became my lawyer just so
you could see me convicted.

I should have let you hang.

Let's take that train ride,
shall we?

So, what will you do now?

I'm going to Berlin.

A home sister has offered
to put me up

until I get on my feet.

Thank you.

If it wasn't for you, I'd be
spending my life behind bars.

Constable Brackenreid.
You're wanted in the station.

I saw you in the courtroom,
by the way.

I smiled at you.

I don't know if you remember.

I remember.

Oh, uh, I-I don't know, fellows.
That's my dad's.

It's an established principle

that whiskey belonging to a man
belongs to his son.

Oh, yes, says so in the Bible.
Corinthians, I believe.

To Annabella.

May all criminals
be as innocent.

And as pretty.

To Annabella.

I understand
you lost your prisoner.

I-I did, sir.

But you've since
recaptured her.

That's right.

And it turns out
she was innocent.

You found all this out
and caught the real killer.

But none of this
would have happened

if you hadn't lost her
in the first place.

Well, I-I suppose that's true.

Well, Constable Brackenreid,

that isn't generally
how we carry out our work here.

But it seems all's well
that ends well.

Good work, John.

Thank you, sir.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I've a toast to make.

- Go on.
- To my father.

May he never find out
about this.

Cheers.

So where would
you like to begin?

How about the title?

Ah, yes. Yes.

I was thinking...

..."Crime Detection...
Reasoning and Methods."

That's rather dry.

It's what the book is about.

Yes, but there's no point
writing a book

if... if the readers
are going to be asleep

before they open it.

Well, what title
would you suggest, then?

I'm not sure,
but certainly not that one.

Criticism without solution
is no answer.

Now, William, if you
want to become a writer,

you're going to
need to develop a thicker skin.

Fine.

How about
a bit of alliteration, then?

"Puzzles and Poisons...
A Diagnosis of Murder"?

Ohh, that's good!

What?
I was joking.

Oh! Nonsense!
I'm writing it down.

"Puzzles and Poisons..."

What was it?

- "A Diagnosis of Murder."
- "A Diagnosis..."

I suppose we'll need
an introduction.

"Hello. You have
stumbled upon a murder."

- No, William, that's nonsense.
- No?