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Come here.
Yeah. Come here.

Ready?
Go get the stick.

Good job.

Come on, Reva!

She ran to the nearest
house with a telephone.

Did she say what she had seen?

- She thought it was a body.
- Oh.

It's just over there.

He looks about 11 years old.

Any idea how long
the body has been buried here?

It's difficult to say.

The dryness of the soil
and the lack of body fat

may have
slowed down decomposition.

An approximation?

Given the minimal putrefaction,
I'd say a week at most.

And the cause of death?

I'll have to examine him
in the morgue

before I can determine a cause.

Thank you.

The contents of his pockets.

Red clay dust.

The kind used
for making bricks.

It's under his fingernails
as well.

There's a brickworks
near here.

As soon as you can, please,
Miss Hart.

Of course.

63 pages already, William.

Most of them footnotes.

No doubt a bracing read.

Dr. Ogden! I've been
looking everywhere for you.

Miss Newsome, this area
is reserved for doctors.

You're like that, are you?

Uh, not me.

But you have just started here.

I would hate
to see you reprimanded.

Shouldn't you be on your ward?

- There's nothing to do there.
- No patients?

No, there was one,
but she died.

Best thing for her.

Poor dear.

Ooh! What's this?

The detective and I have been
commissioned to write a book.

Oh, how lovely!

A love story?

Not exactly. More of a book
about how crimes are solved.

Who cares how crimes are solved
just as long as they're solved?

Yes, well, some people do.

Hmm. No offense,
but it sounds dreary.

And it's confirmed.

Well, I'll leave you
to it, then.

Perhaps more tea.

The boys that work here
come and go.

I don't pay much attention
to them.

- Where do they come from?
- Orphanages.

Good workers, half the price.

Really.
And where are they now?

They only work mornings.

They do their schooling
in the afternoon.

Waste of time.

Yours or theirs?

Theirs. I don't imagine
they'll amount to much.

Is that so?

You just use them
to line your pockets?

We'll need to speak

to some of your employees.

Sure.

I'm sure they'll be happy to

have an excuse
to sit on their duffs.

Listen up, men.

The constabulary have
a few questions for you.

Just tell them what they want to
know and then get back to work.

The body of a boy was
discovered not far from here,

and we have reason to believe
that he worked at this site.

He was 11 or 12 years old,

wearing a black-and-white
striped shirt,

with rope suspenders.

- Blond hair?
- Yes.

Sounds a lot like Wesley Seaver.

And your name, sir?

This is Hiram Taylor.

I seen the boy you described
working here.

Can you tell us anything else
about him?

He was sent over from the
orphanage to learn the trade.

Would you happen to know
which orphanage?

That'd be the one on Broadview,
I'd wager.

Thank you.

Wesley Seaver.

Can I help you?

Toronto Constabulary.

We understand a boy
by the name of Wesley Seaver

was a ward of this orphanage.

He was, but he ran away
about a week ago.

What would give him cause
to run away?

He was that kind.

A body we believe to be
that of Wesley Seaver

was discovered
not far from here.

That's terrible.

You don't seem surprised.

Well, Wesley was always
a bit rowdy and wild.

The home's director
and the other boys

will tell you the same.

I'd like to speak
with the director, please.

I'll show you the way.

I'll talk to the boys.

When was Wesley Seaver
last seen alive?

I don't know.

I last saw him in the kitchen,
scouring pots and pans

as I prepared evening tea
for the director.

This was the night
the boy went missing?

Yes.

Normally the director
gets his own tea,

but he was feeling poorly.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

- Toronto Constabulary.
- How can I help you?

Brother Duvalier?

William Murdoch.

I was a student

at the Nova Scotia
Jesuit School for Boys.

William Murdoch?

Yes.

Well, come in, come in!

Please, take a seat.

So, you went on to be
an officer of the law.

Well, that surprises me greatly.

I rather imagined you becoming
a scholar

or a scientist or such.

What brings you here today?

I'm here to make inquiries
about Wesley Seaver.

His body was discovered
earlier today.

No.

Wesley Seaver.

What have you come to, lad?

He ran off six days ago.

- You knew he'd been missing?
- Indeed.

Why did no one search for him?

Young Master Seaver
had left us before.

He had always come back.

When did you last see him?

In the afternoon.

I'd had to discipline him
for some errant behavior.

All too common with Seaver.

Nonetheless, he was...

...a very bright boy.

I had hopes for him.

Sometimes they disappoint you.

The day Wesley disappeared,

he'd stood up to one of the
teachers and got caned for it.

Which teacher did the caning?

Brother Duvalier.

He always does the canings.

- Does that happen frequently?
- Yes, all the time.

Especially to Wesley.

Duvalier had it in for him.

That little fellow
appears to be down in the dumps.

That's Felix.

Him and Wesley
were best friends.

Thank you.
I'll have a word with him.

Hello there, young man.

May I?

I read this
when I was your age.

I liked it very much.
Are you enjoying it?

You like reading, do you?

- Yes.
- So do I.

What kinds of books
do you favor?

Adventures.

I'm going to read
"Huckleberry Finn" next.

Ah, that's even better
than this one.

That's what Wesley said.

A good friend is a rare thing.

This is where
the boy was last seen.

He may have
gone out that door.

Any thoughts
as to why he'd run?

To avoid a beating.

So out he goes,

and somewhere out there
encounters his murderer?

Master Smith.

If you're gonna
hang about the kitchen,

you might as well
be doing something productive.

Cook has some potatoes
over there that need peeling.

Do you think Wesley's killer

was lying in wait out there?

That's a possibility.

We'll find him.

You've lost none of
your confidence, I see.

Tell me, William,
are you married?

I am.

- You have a family?
- No. Not as yet.

That will come.

This wife...

I'd very much
like to meet her.

Oh! Hello.

So how's it going?

Let's see.
Let me see.

"My name is Dr. Julia Ogden,

and I'm a coroner
for the city of Toronto."

If you two are such experts
in this nasty business,

wouldn't all of that
already be in the title?

Yes, I suppose.

I'm just having a hard time
getting started.

Well, it seems to me
the problem is obvious.

- It is?
- Mm-hmm.

You need
a proper place to write.

When I wrote my book, I had
them build me a lovely study.

- You wrote a book?
- I did.

What about?

"My Adventures as a Young Woman
Growing Up in Mimico

and Places Abroad."

- Was it published?
- I'm not sure.

Due to the nature
of the material,

I had to submit it
under an assumed name.

And?

I forgot the name I assumed,

so I don't really know
what happened to it.

I could always write
a second book, I suppose,

but nothing truly happens
after one is married anyway.

I don't know if that is true...

As for your writing,
let me handle everything.

I will furnish you
the most beautiful little hovel

so you can
create your masterpiece, hmm?

I've found no broken bones
or any other injury

that would indicate a fall.

Then explain the bruising.

The victim's blood
shows anemia,

which most likely exacerbated
the extent of the contusions.

So we don't yet know how
it relates to the boy's death.

It's quite vexing,

but I will
get to the bottom of it.

I assure you.

When boys leave our protection
to go back to the streets,

they've bought a one-way ticket
to jail

or a pauper's grave.

How did he come into your care?

His mother was killed by a
trolley car several years back.

And his father?

I don't believe the boy
ever met him.

No child should have to live
under that circumstance.

My sentiments exactly,

which is why I founded
the boys' home,

to do my small part
in rectifying that situation.

Why did you leave Nova Scotia?

Mm, well,

the school you attended

closed for lack of funding.

So you came here.

I knew that the need
in Toronto was immense

and that charitable funding
was more readily accessible.

So here I am
running a boys' home

according to the same principles
that governed your education.

And those are?

Treat the boys
like intelligent human beings

capable of doing good,

instill in them

regular, methodical habits
and cleanliness,

and transform them
into honorable youth

who'll become good men
like your husband.

Of course, there are others
who need a sterner approach.

Are you aware of the work
of Mr. John Kelso?

Mm, I am.
I share several of his ideas.

We both agree
that labor is elevating.

Our boys are employed
in the trades,

training them for future work.

William was
one of the exceptions.

We encouraged him to use
the talents God gave him,

and here he is,

a perfect testament
to our success.

And do you agree
with Mr. Kelso's views

regarding corporal punishment?

I do not.

I firmly believe
it works towards

the betterment of our boys.

Really?

I don't believe that corporal
punishment of children

can produce any
positive outcome whatsoever.

I disagree.

Corporal discipline
is necessary

for order to be maintained
in an institution such as ours.

If that is the case,

perhaps the institution
isn't being properly run.

Julia...

Yours is a sentimental attitude
rather than a practical one.

Not sentimental at all.

When you commit violence
against a child,

you do irreparable harm.

You haven't yet raised one.

If you had,

you'd understand
that discipline is necessary.

And I don't agree.

William?

William?

Are you all right?

I couldn't fall asleep.
I didn't want to disturb you.

It disturbs me when
you're not here in bed with me.

Come back.

It's canine.

Belonged to a wolf.

An animal tooth
and a rabbit's foot.

Wesley Seaver
was a curious boy.

And a rebellious one.

Could this mean anything?

Not any more
than the rest of this.

Excuse me, sir.

Another boy from the orphanage
has just been reported missing.

The missing boy is Paul Smith.

I spoke with him yesterday.

When Paul didn't appear
for morning Mass,

I sent someone to find him.

Paul's bed hadn't been slept in.

Any reason the boy would leave
of his own accord?

I don't know.

If you'll excuse me,
I should attend to the boys.

- They'll have questions.
- We'll be in shortly.

A wheelbarrow?

Certainly looks like it.

A way to convey a body
from one place to another.

Or hopefully
just a wheelbarrow.

Watts.

Blood.

Detective.

Recently used.

We need to get some men
down here,

see if we can find somewhere
the ground's been disturbed.

Uh, a moment.

Hello there.

Where did Paul go?

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

Felix, is there anything you
can tell us that might help us?

No.

Please find him.

He was nice to me like Wesley.

Nice in what way?

He knew I liked to read,
so he gave me books.

Where did he get these books?

He maybe stole them.

He had all kinds of things
under his bed.

Can you show me?

There you are!

You're late for class.

I was talking
to the detective.

I'm showing him
where Paul's bed is.

I'll take care of that.
Off you go.

All right.

How would he have
gotten hold of all this?

He didn't have
that much pocket money.

Might he have stolen them?

I suppose it's possible.

- I'd like to take this.
- Mm-hmm.

You're not busy? Oh, please
tell me you're not busy.

- I'm not busy.
- Goody! Come here.

Open it.

- What?
- Go on, open it.

Ruth, you... you did this?

Oh, not only me.
A few workmen helped.

And the medical supplies
that were in here?

Oh, sit, sit, sit, sit.

This is the place where
you'll create your masterpiece

without a distraction
in the world.

The Q is a little winky-wonk.

It's my favorite letter.

I used it a lot when I was
writing my manuscript.

This is very thoughtful of you.

Well, when I saw how well your
husband was doing, I thought,

we can't have that, can we?

No.

No, we can't.

Oh, no, you can't start yet.

- I can't?
- No, no.

You have to clear your mind
of every thought and worry

before you can enter
your fictional world.

Well, it's not exactly
a work of fiction.

Regardless. Get up.

Yes, this is an exercise
I've always found very useful.

You just stare at the wall

and clear your mind
of all thoughts.

Done.

You try.

Are you still thinking?

Yes.

Still?

Perhaps this isn't for you.

Sir.

This arrived for you
in the morning post.

It's from Paul Smith,
the missing boy.

Sent before
he disappeared, sir?

- Yes.
- Detective, I have something.

So do I.

I just received this from
Paul Smith, the missing boy.

He states that Brother Duvalier
killed Wesley Seaver

and is now after him.

That's curious.

That's not the word
that I would use.

Ah, no, what's curious
is I found this toy

among young Paul's possessions.

It's expensive and quite rare.

May I see that?

There's only one store
in Toronto that sells it.

I checked their sales records
and found out who bought it.

It was Hiram Taylor.

- The man from the brickworks.
- One and the same.

You think it's possible
he and Brother Duvalier

are involved in something
nefarious together?

Bring in Mr. Taylor.

Henry, get Brother Duvalier's
fingermarks.

Yes, sir.

If he objects,

tell him we're simply
eliminating suspects.

Henry.

The train.

Uh, good day, Miss Hart.

An accusation's been leveled

that this boy
was beaten to death.

Would that be consistent
with your findings?

There was no single blow

sufficient enough
to cause death.

However, the boy did suffer
subcutaneous hematoma

which indicates
the blood loss was vascular

and not from injury
to a major organ.

And if this vascular loss
were significant enough...?

The heart
stops pumping blood.

The organs shut down.
It's called blood shock.

What was Wesley Seaver
beaten with?

That I can't say.

The bruising has obscured
any individual marks.

There may be a way.

Can I help you, Detective?

No, I'm looking for
Hiram Taylor.

He's done for the day.

- Do you know where he lives?
- I don't.

Well, what can
you tell me about him?

Good worker.
Keeps to himself.

Well, except for
with those boys.

He's rather friendly
with some of them.

- One in particular.
- Which boy is that?

A young lad named, uh,
Paul Smith.

Oh, thank you.

What color
would the surface wounds be

if they weren't obscured
by the subsequent bruising?

The broken capillaries
would be a reddish color.

Perhaps there is a way
to reveal the pattern

of the original abrasions.

So, what exactly
are we seeing?

The red filter inhibits all
other colors of the spectrum.

Anything that's red
is highlighted.

All other colors fade away.

So the broken capillaries
are red,

therefore both areas
are evident.

Yes, revealing how many times

and how severely
the boy was hit.

There appear to be
more than 20 strokes.

Sir...

The fingermarks on the shovel
match those of Brother Duvalier.

I haven't been able to find
Hiram Taylor.

It doesn't matter.

Brother Duvalier
is responsible for this.

- You're sure?
- Sure enough.

Can I help you,
Detective Murdoch?

Stop right there!

- Out.
- What are you doing?!

John Duvalier,
I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder
of Wesley Seaver.

I did nothing wrong.

Nothing more than I've done
my entire life.

You may not have intended
for Wesley Seaver to die,

but the beating you administered
did cause his death.

After his discipline,
he was alive and well enough

to leave my office
with a smirk on his face.

A photograph doesn't lie.

You hit the boy
over and over and over.

I hit him six times.
No more.

Where's Paul Smith?
Is he still alive?

How would I know?
He ran away.

He wrote me a letter stating
that you killed Wesley Seaver.

- What did you do to him?
- Nothing.

So the boy is a liar?

I suppose he is.
I certainly didn't harm him.

What's your association
to Hiram Taylor?

I don't know
who you're talking about.

We found a shovel
with your fingermarks on it.

Did you use that
to bury Wesley Seaver?

I haven't picked up a shovel
in years. I injured my back.

But you're still strong enough
to beat boys half to death.

I've seen it myself.
Felt it myself.

I don't beat boys.

I exert a rational
and controlled discipline.

You haven't changed a bit.

You misbehave,
you get six strokes.

Never more, never less.

That's not true.
Look.

Look!

Over 20 strokes!

Not by my hand.

You murdered him.

I disciplined Wesley.
I did not kill him.

You'll hang for this.

You can't prove
what didn't happen.

I heard you suspect
Brother Duvalier of the murder.

I know him to be
a violent man, Julia.

And you've confronted him?

I've interviewed him.
He denies it.

He knows that the evidence
isn't irrefutable.

Yet I believe him to be
a child killer.

Anger won't put Duvalier
behind bars, William.

We have to dig deeper.
What do you have so far?

Just my conviction
that he did it.

Every crime has an author,
William.

You need to find
the signature.

How long have you worked here
at the orphanage?

Since it opened.

Have you ever seen Duvalier
use a shovel?

Not a once.

He's always complained
about some pain in his back.

What's this sawdust from?

I don't know.

You don't know?

This was used recently.

Not by me.

Then by whom?

Excuse me.

"Every crime has an author."

That is very good.

Thank you.

It's certainly catchier than
anything your husband's written.

I'd rather
you not tell him that.

Oh, no, no, no.
It will be quite apparent.

Well, I suppose
I should go on my rounds.

Healing the sick
and all that.

Yes, I probably should
as well.

Oh! Did I tell you?
I remembered my nom de plume.

- Oh, you did not.
- Yeah.

- Eliza Ladywood.
- Oh! Oh.

That was a little clumsy.

- You're Eliza Ladywood?
- Mm-hmm.

Author of "Adventures of
a Young Woman Abroad"?

Uh, I suppose.

Did she spend time
with a-a cowboy?

Yes.
Yes, she did.

Then I guess that's my book.

I wonder why
they changed the title.

Although I'm not
really Eliza Ladywood.

There is no Eliza Ladywood.

- Yes, but...
- You've heard of her?

It's a book of some notoriety.

I mean... I mean to say
that I-I've seen

some of the younger doctors
reading it.

Is that so?

Do you think I should tell them
that I wrote it?

I should think that would not be
the wisest of ideas.

And I can see why
you changed your name.

The assignation
with the Russian composer,

did that actually happen?

Oh, it certainly did.

That must have been
quite something.

So you have read the book?

I... Yes, I've... I've glanced
at it.

Well, more than glanced.

I looked at it numerous times
during my first marriage.

Ruth, I have to say,

Eliza Ladywood
has a voracious appetite!

Well, I may have exaggerated
a smidge.

Oh, I see.

- But just a smidge.
- Oh.

Well, it certainly makes
my venture seem rather tame.

No, I'm sorry.

My book simply recounts
events in my life.

Yes, that's the thing...
So does mine.

It seems the original handle
was removed from this shovel

and replaced
with the handle of this broom.

So it's the broom handle that
has Duvalier's prints on it?

It would appear
someone is attempting

to frame Brother Duvalier
for this murder.

Well, there I believe
I can help you.

I've found out Hiram Taylor
was serving time

at the Uxbridge County Jail
on an assault conviction

but escaped four months ago.

He's the one who sent us
to the boys' home,

pointing the finger
directly at Brother Duvalier.

We didn't catch it sooner
because he gave us a false name.

His real name is Hiram Smith.

There he is.
Hiram Smith!

Stop!

What have you done
with the boy?

Nothing!
I haven't done anything!

Mr. Smith, you're under arrest
for the murder of Wesley Seaver.

- Wait, please.
- Where is Paul?

- I didn't take him!
- Leave him alone!

Please just...
Just leave him alone.

Paul.

You got this all wrong.

Did you not give us
a false name?

Yes, but I...

Because you'd been in prison
in Uxbridge,

and instead of
serving out your sentence,

you escaped from jail.

Yes, I did that.

You then secured employment

where you would have
close contact with orphan boys.

- It's not like that.
- No?

You killed Wesley Seaver
and kidnapped his friend.

See, that's the part
you've got wrong, sir.

I never killed that boy.

We found you with Paul Smith
in your custody.

I was in jail
when his mother died.

When I found out,
I came to get him.

Paul Smith is my son.

Yes, he's my father.

He knew they wouldn't let him
take me

because he was meant to be
in jail.

So I-I ran away to be with him.

So why send me the letter?

I wanted to try and help
the others in that place.

Brother Duvalier
killed Wesley Seaver.

- We all knew.
- What made you so sure?

It's all right.
Just tell the truth.

After the last beating,

Wesley was out for revenge.

What kind of revenge?

I don't know.

But he tried something,
and Duvalier killed him for it.

Why didn't you tell us?

I-I tried to.
You didn't understand.

So I tried to talk to him.

That's why you came
to the kitchen?

Yes, but Brother Duvalier
was there.

And you were afraid to speak
in front of him?

I saw you and Brother Duvalier
were friends.

I thought talking to you
wouldn't do any good.

So you took matters
into your own hands.

You devised a plan
to lead us to Duvalier.

I wanted to go live
with my father anyway,

so I decided to make it
look like Duvalier killed me.

So you started with the letter.

Yes.
Then the wheelbarrow tread.

What about the blood?

I-It was mine.

And the shovel?

I put the brother's broom handle
onto it.

And hid the rejigged shovel
out there for us to find.

Ingenious!
You almost had us fooled.

We know that Wesley Seaver
died of blood shock

following a severe beating.

Imagine Paul Smith
is telling the truth.

Wesley tried to exact
some sort of revenge

on Brother Duvalier...

Then he was caught
and disciplined again.

Perhaps Wesley received
two beatings

on the day that he died.

If we could only figure out
how young Mr. Seaver

planned to exact his revenge,
perhaps we'd be one step closer.

With me, Detective.

Felix, tell us what happened
the day Wesley disappeared.

It was the same kind of day
as any other.

Paul Smith told us that Wesley
planned to get revenge

against Brother Duvalier.

Is he telling the truth?

Yes.

Did Wesley tell you
what he planned to do?

No.

Are you absolutely certain,
Felix?

Well, the only thing was

that night
I was doing kitchen duty,

but Wesley came in and told me
he wanted to take over.

And he wouldn't tell me why.

I thought it was strange,
but he said I should just leave.

So I did.

That's very helpful, Felix.
Thank you.

You're a 12-year-old boy.
You're plotting your revenge.

You're in the kitchen.
What do you do?

We know that Brother Duvalier
came in most nights

to fix his own tea.

I lie in wait for him.

Perhaps something more subtle.

You're planning revenge.

It has to appear as though
it were an accident.

You've already been beaten once.
Why risk it?

You said Brother Duvalier
liked his tea?

- Yes.
- All right.

This is odd.

What's that?

Oh, wait.

Perhaps not so odd.

Young Wesley had this
in his pocket.

He tampered with the handle.

Brother Duvalier picks up
the kettle once it's hot...

The handle comes apart...

And Brother Duvalier is scalded
with hot water.

You said the boy
was hit repeatedly?

- Yes.
- What if that happened here?

I'm Brother Duvalier.

I've just been scalded
by a disobedient child.

One he can't control.

I grab the first thing I see,
and I start whaling away.

I should have
noticed this earlier.

Here, have a look.

Two distinct similar marks.

He was beaten with this.

Shall we go speak
to Brother Duvalier?

Or would you prefer
to do that alone?

Neither.

Wesley was out for revenge
for the beating

he'd received earlier that day
from Brother Duvalier.

Only Brother Duvalier
wasn't feeling well.

You made him his tea
that night.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You picked up the rigged kettle
and were scalded.

Care to lift your shirt?

I'm sure the burns remain.

- Did you intend to kill him?
- Of course I didn't.

It was only discipline.

You were burned, angry.

How many times
did you hit him?

Six.

Six is correct.

You weren't correct
in this moment.

You were in a rage.

Yes.

Did he attempt to run away?

He wasn't moving.

What exactly did you do next?

I went to get salve
for my burn.

It hurt badly.

And when I came back...

He was dead.

I didn't mean to do it.

And then you continued to make
Brother Duvalier his tea.

He has to have his tea.

Will Mr. Hornby hang?

No. I will be petitioning
for leniency.

I don't believe him to be fully
responsible for his actions.

What are you suggesting?

Mr. Hornby was your ward
all of his life.

You raised him with violence.
He acted in kind.

I raised him well.

You're deluding yourself
if you believe that.

Say what you will, William,

but I've done far more good
in this world than harm.

You will no longer
be responsible

for the welfare of children.

You have no power
to close my home.

It's not my intention
to close it.

- Only that you resign.
- I won't do that.

Wesley Seaver died
from the cumulative impact

of two beatings.

So, strictly speaking,

you could also be held culpable
for his death.

You would charge me?

Unless you resign,
I will see you behind bars.

Tell me, William,

do you really believe

that any person
who follows in my place

will run things differently?

I would hope so.

Then ask yourself...

Would you have become
the man you are

if it weren't for me?

I enjoyed
this book tremendously.

I think you will too.

And this is also
by Jules Verne,

but it's not yet been translated
into English.

Do you know any French?

A little bit.

Well, see how
you get on with it.

The illustrations
are exceptional.

And I'll bring you more books
when you're done with these.

Why are you being
so nice to me”?

Well...

...I was an orphan too.

And... And now you're
a police detective?

I am.
As you could be one day.

Or anything you want to be.

No.

You certainly can.

Where we start out in this world
needn't define where we end up.

Are you all right, William?

At one time,
that man was important to me.

You did the right thing.

His methods were wrong.

I've seen that firsthand.

And you've stopped him.

Julia?
Are you reading this?

I am.

Why?

For inspiration.

Not for our book,
certainly.

Well, not for this one.

But perhaps the next.

Julia...