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- Ten o'clock and it is already 90 degrees.
- Nothing as cooling

as a genuine snowball straight
from the streets of Baltimore.

- I recommend the egg custard.
- Then that is what I shall have.

Last chance to be part
of the lucky, lucky few.

Just one c... oh, thank you, sir.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. No penny, no show.

Thought so.

Beautiful ladies in
beautiful bathing costumes.

Mr. Alexander,

- Katie isn't here.
- Well, too bad for her.

Oh, please, it isn't like her to be late.

You've got 5 minutes,
and then I start the show

without the both of you. Beautiful ladies

in beautiful bathing
costumes! You try that again

and you'll get a matching set
of black eyes, not that I don't

admire your initiative.
Now get out of here.

Beautiful ladies in
beautiful bathing costumes!

Hey! You little ruffians!

Away with you, or you
won't live to regret it!

Oy!

Oh, maybe I've had enough.

(woman screaming)

Let me through, please!
Toronto Constabulary.

Excuse me. Excuse me, ladies,

- excuse me.
- Oh, my God, Katie.

What could have happened to her?

Who could have done this to her?

Bloody hell.

Sirs, Dr. Grace was rather
overwhelmed at the morgue,

but I believe I've found
a suitable replacement.

- Julia.
- I had the morning off

and could think of no better way
to escape this blistering heat

than at the beach. As it
seems did the inspector.

Margaret and the boys were at her sister's.

It seemed a good idea at the time.

This is Katherine Buchanan.

She was found by a Miss Elaine
Lawson, a fellow contestant

- in the Miss Purity competition.
- Where is Miss Elaine Lawson now?

She's recovering from
a fainting spell, sir,

in the Miss Purity tent. She's
too unwell to speak to us yet.

Drowning is a definite possibility.

This is unusual.

Good Lord. Is that an animal bite?

From a rather large animal, it seems.

- Could that be what killed her?
- Dr. Grace would have to determine that.

Crabtree, get the body back to the morgue.

Make this post-mortem Dr.
Grace's highest priority.

And round up the rest of the lads. Oh,

- and, uh, fetch my work suit as quick as you can.
- Sir, will do.

I'll take my leave as well. Gentlemen.

Doctor, thank you.

Uh, Murdoch, I...

(Murdoch clears his throat.)

Look, I, uh, think I saw something earlier.

In the water.

What did you see?

I don't know.

Something I've never seen before.

It was a monster, a bloody sea monster,

with a mouth large enough to do this.

Sir, perhaps you should get out of the sun.

I know how it sounds, Murdoch...

but I saw what I saw.

And what I saw killed this poor girl.

(doorbell ringing)

- Hello, Emily.
- Hello.

Oh, my goodness. It looks
like the plague has struck.

It's this unrelenting heat wave.

Every John Doe in the city

is being sent here until
they can be claimed.

These deaths are just from the heat.

This one died of dehydration;
this one, asphyxiation;

and this bright spark rolled
off his roof while sleeping,

- fell 4 stories to his death.
- That's terribly sad.

It is that.

- George, what are you dripping on my floor?
- Oh, I'm sorry.

This is a snowball, from
Baltimore, apparently.

I didn't go to Baltimore to get this one;

I purchased it at the beach.

I don't think they travel very well.

Well, it was nice of you to think of me.

Would you mind bringing her straight

- into the cold chamber for me?
- Of course.

Ahh, cold air.

Likely the only cool
place left in the city.

May I have her name for the foot indexer?

Katie Buchanan.

I really should be
getting back to the beach.

Has there been a corpse on this?

No, George.

Right, lads. We've got
a lot of ground to cover,

and the sooner the better.
We don't want to miss out

on any potential witnesses.

Ah, about time, bugalugs.

Sir, it's difficult to
move quickly in this heat.

In fact, may we proceed
without our helmets today, sir?

- No, Crabtree, you may not.
- But sir,

the reverend at St. James' is allowing
women to church without their hats.

The men aren't even wearing
their jackets. Surely we...

Surely we, as public servants,
can rise above the temperature.

Like I learned to in Afghanistan.

- Oh, Afghanistan...
- You think this is hot?

This is a bloody blizzard by comparison.

Helmets on, jackets buttoned.

Thank you. Oh, and, lads,

remember to ask about any possible
sightings of a monster in the lake.

- A lake monster, sir?
- Yes, Crabtree,

a lake monster. Well, carry on, constables.

Excuse me. Are you Mr. Mason Alexander?

Of Alexander Soaps. Yes, sir.

- I understand Miss Buchanan was in your charge?
- Ah, yes,

she was a competitor in our competition

to find the new face of Alexander Soap...

public appearances,
advertisement campaigns,

a suite of rooms at the
Queen's Hotel for a year,

- and a grand prize of $100.
- The Miss Purity competition.

Yes, a city wide search for
a girl as pure as our soap.

That Buchanan girl was a front-runner.

It's too bad. Great
set of pins on that one.

- When did you last see Miss Buchanan?
- Yesterday.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a competition to run.

Oh, uh, where might I find Elaine Lawson?

Inside. She'll be the
one crying her eyes out.

Between you and me,

those puffy eyes aren't
doing her any favours.

It wasn't like Katie to be late.

I went looking for her.

Especially for the talent competition.

She had the most beautiful singing voice.

All I can do is juggle knives.

And you found her?

Yes, floating in the water.

Some boys pulled her
out, but it was too late.

Had Miss Buchanan been upset lately?

Well, of course.

Katie's childhood sweetheart had left
her for her best friend, Marie Nicholson,

if you can believe it.

Without a word of warning.

Indeed?

Katie and James were
destined to be together.

Marie is a horrid girl. I
can't understand it myself.

When did you last see Miss Buchanan?

Yesterday, about 5 o'clock.

Normally we all go back
to the city together,

but after the row Katie had with Marie,

she wanted to stay a while longer.

It was so hot, I didn't
think anything of it.

What was the row about?

I was too far away to hear,

but it wasn't like Katie to quarrel.

And where might I find this Marie now?

With James, I'm sure. James Bennett.

He runs the snowball stand.

I see.

Thank you, Miss Lawson.

Henry, any sign of life?

George.

Excuse me, sir.

Captain Horatio Squires.

- How can I help the constabulary?
- Do you know a Katherine Buchanan?

The dead girl?

I'd seen her around the
beach the past few days.

When did you see her last?

I couldn't say.

Why?

Captain Squires, have you...

seen anything strange this morning?

Strange?

How do you mean?

George.

Uh, have you seen a...
a creature of any kind?

- Creature?
- Never mind.

- I'm sure you haven't.
- Yes, I have. Out on the lake.

Are you quite sure?

George, surely you aren't
taking this old codger seriously?

Old codger?

I served in Her Majesty's Navy!

I know a water monster when I see it.

You mark my words: this
beach isn't safe anymore.

(man): There you go. Thank you.

You're sweating so much in this heat...

Mr. Bennett, is it?
Detective William Murdoch,

Toronto Constabulary.

I understand that you
knew Katherine Buchanan?

Yes, I knew her. I
can't believe she's dead.

And you must be Marie Nicholson?

Do you know what happened to dear Katie?

She was my best friend.
I'm absolutely heartbroken.

Miss Nicholson, I understand
you and Miss Buchanan were

arguing shortly before her death.

What was discussed?

Oh, it's so silly now. She was wearing

the same hair ribbon as I
was and refused to change it.

Is that all that was discussed?

Are you sure...

Mr. Bennett here didn't
enter the conversation?

No. Just the ribbon.

Miss Nicholson, I must insist
that you be entirely truthful

- with me...
- My dear.

- It's far too hot to be exerting yourself.
- Excuse me.

How embarrassing.

- Are you quite recovered?
- Detective, could you

please give Marie a moment to rest?

Certainly. Mr. Bennett, I understand

you were courting Miss Buchanan,
and only very recently parted ways?

Entirely because of
Katie's shameful behaviour.

She wanted to win the competition

and was flirting with a
judge to make that happen.

Poor James just couldn't suffer any longer.

- Marie.
- That's him there.

- His name is Leslie.
- Uh, yes, I know.

Leslie Garland. We're
acquainted. Thank you.

Detective.

I'm not quite sure how to put this, but...

the inspector is startling
several beach-goers

with a terrifying account
of this alleged monster.

Has anyone corroborated his sighting?

Only one person definitively,
the chap who lives

in this house up there, a Captain Squires.

But he's... you know,

he's a bit... well, he's old, sir.

You believe him to be
an unreliable witness?

It's hard to say. Sir, can I
ask you a personal question?

- Yes.
- Well, how is it that you don't feel the heat?

I assure you, George, I
am quite uncomfortable.

Well, sir, it's just that I'm fairly
soaked through with sweat here,

and you've nary a hair out of place.

I believe in propriety, George,

no matter the temperature.

- Mr. Garland.
- Detective.

You look somewhat overdressed.

Not a social outing, I take it?

(Murdoch clears his throat.)
Mr. Garland, I understand

that you are a judge in
the Miss Purity competition?

That? Oh, yes,

- I suppose so.
- And especially friendly with

one of the competitors,
a Miss Katherine Buchanan?

Detective, all these
girls are friendly with me.

They all want to win, and
I'm an impressionable sort.

Were you courting Miss Buchanan?

Honestly, I asked sweet Katie
to dinner, but she declined.

She had no interest in me,

despite my best efforts.

That's not what I've been told.

Perhaps not, but it's
most certainly the truth.

And where were you last night?

A gentleman never tells.

Ladies, where were we?

Gorgeous.

Elaine Lawson is a competitor
in the Miss Purity competition,

but by all accounts not likely to win.

She herself admitted that
Miss Buchanan is the favourite.

You think this Miss Lawson wanted

to eliminate her competition.

(Murdoch clears his throat.) Possibly.

There's also a Marie Nicholson.

She was seen arguing with the
victim shortly before her death.

Then there's Miss Buchanan's
former beau as well.

- Who is this Casanova?
- A James Bennett.

Though I'm hard-pressed
to find any motive.

The same as this Mason Alexander fellow.

He wanted the dead girl
to be the face of his soap.

Too soon to rule anyone out just yet.

Murdoch, you've not yet mentioned

the most likely possibility:
that the poor girl was killed

by an aquatic devil the likes
of which we've never seen before.

Sir,

I don't doubt that you saw something,

but... perhaps a trick of the light.

It was no trick. I know what I saw.

With all due respect,
sir, what the whiskey saw.

It was ale, Murdoch.

Who in their right mind would
drink whiskey at the beach?

I have never seen a wound like it.

It is a highly unusual marking.

- Any theories, Doctor?
- An animal,

but I'm not sure what kind.

Was the bite wound the cause of death?

No, she drowned,

but the water has washed
away any blood evidence

and inhibited my ability to
tell whether the bite occurred

pre or post-mortem.

So, she could have been
dragged under the water

by an unknown creature.

An unknown creature?

There's been some discussion
of a monster in Lake Ontario.

More than discussion. I saw it.

Indeed. Well, the size
of the teeth does indicate

she was bitten by something quite large,

though the lack of tissue damage
surrounding the bite marks would

imply minimal to no struggle.

Meaning she was dead before
the bite wound was inflicted.

Not necessarily. She could have been unable

to move due to the shock of being bitten.

Well, Murdoch?

There is someone down at the
beach who could be useful.

This fellow obviously guards his privacy.

Captain Squires?

The constabulary is back.

And none too soon.

We understand you've seen
a creature in the lake?

Many a time. And what with
all these people on the beach,

it's become a rather terrifying prospect.

- What did yours look like?
- Well,

it was long, impossibly so.

With a tall head rising out of the water?

- Yeah, yes, that's it exactly.
- And when did you last see...

- But did you see a more serpent
- Like tail, or a larger body?

- It has both. A flatter body...
- With a long tail.

- Yeah, like a sea snake.
- Precisely!

- How far from shore was this...
- Was it green, maybe?

- Yes, or brown.
- Yes, yes, yes!

- Sir, if I may...
- Well, go on then, Murdoch.

Don't make me ask all the questions.

Mr. Squires,

have you any evidence to
support these sightings?

In fact, I do. Well, it's...

it's the best I could capture.

She moves rather quickly
for such a large creature.

This is it. Murdoch, this
is exactly what I saw.

What we both saw!

Sir, this photograph may
have been manipulated.

But why would someone I've never met

falsify a photograph of
something I've already seen?

I don't know.

Murdoch.

(beach-goers yelling in fear)

- (man): Get out of the water!
- There's your proof.

Now, how do we stop the
thing from killing again?

Lads, you wouldn't believe
it if you'd seen it yourself.

A great long creature, scales, sharp teeth

huge saucer-like eyes,

red-rimmed and full of lust for blood.

Crabtree, what do you know
about this demon in the lake?

I'm not entirely convinced, sir.

You don't believe in sea monsters?

Well, obviously there are
monsters in the sea, sir.

That's why they call them sea monsters.
But I've never heard of any lake monster.

I just can't imagine anything so
dastardly living in fresh water.

Crabtree, wait a minute.

You're telling me that you believe

in zombies, werewolves, vampires, Martians,

Venusians, curses, voodoo, ghosts,

and, apparently, sea monsters,

but a creature in Lake Ontario, that both I

and Detective Murdoch have witnessed,

is beyond the scope of your
otherwise vivid imagination?

- You're telling me that?
- Sir, I can't attest

to what you witnessed. I'm
afraid I remain a sceptic.

Sir, here are the reference
materials you requested.

Thank you, George.

- What's all this, then?
- Well, sir,

if the creature we saw in the lake is real,

there must be some
evolutionary explanation.

I'm hoping the answer lies in
these texts of known aquatic life.

And, sir, here's reference
material you requested.

Excellent.

I've made a few notes.
Eighteen twenty-nine:

a hideous water snake
seen near St. Catharines.

Eighteen thirty-three:

a 175-foot serpent near Kingston Harbour.

Eighteen forty-two:

a 30-foot long brown
snake with a large head...

Kingston again. Eighteen seventy-seven:

a bellowing monster leaps in
the air and heads due north

- from Olcott, New York.
- Sir, each one of those sightings

describes your supposed
monster quite differently.

And none of them is consistent
with what you and I saw.

Then maybe we're dealing
with more than one monster.

- Or none at all.
- Crabtree,

I'm astonished at your
total lack of enthusiasm.

I would have thought you to be
my staunchest ally in all this.

I'm sorry, sir, but the evidence simply

- does not support the claim.
- Evidence?

Are you saying there's more evidence
of Martians than of lake monsters?

Yes, actually, documented for millennia.

I'll show you documentation.

Eighteen eighty-two:

a serpent was seen in
the waters near Fort York,

described as 50 feet long
and as wide as a man is round,

blue-grey in colour, and
covered in stiff bristles.

We were too far away to determine colour,

but that's the most accurate account yet.

Sirs, perhaps what you saw
was a very, very large fish.

(Murdoch and Brackenreid):
It was not a fish.

Sirs, are we really pursuing the theory

that Miss Buchanan was
killed by some lake monster?

- Yes, Crabtree, we are.
- Sir?

- We're keeping an open mind, George.
- Sirs, I think it's far more

likely that one of these Miss
Purity contestants is involved.

It's quite a prize, and
women can be very competitive.

- My Aunt Marigold once...
- George. I need you to go

down to the morgue and
collect exact measurements

of Miss Buchanan's bite wound.

- Sir.
- And Crabtree,

do up that bloody tunic!

Sir.

Although it's possible that there may be

a previously undiscovered
species in Lake Ontario,

naturally I'm hesitant.

But given the size and
shape as you've documented,

surely you have considered
that this creature may be

a living descendant of the dinosaurs.

I don't dare believe it, Julia,

as sorely tempted as I may be.

Ooooh.

Clay and measurements.

I daresay my afternoon
could be rescheduled.

(She laughs.)

The size seems consistent with
your description of the creature.

Right.

Now to compare it against
all known freshwater species.

I wonder, what would you
name your new-found dinosaur?

- Julia...
- A fine name. I like it.

I'd be careful to temper my expectations.

The odds of us discovering an entirely

new species are not in our favour.

Oh, William, it's much more fun

to believe in the possibility than to
be discouraged by the improbability.

(phone ringing)

- Stationhouse n�4.
- Crabtree. Crabtree.

- Just one moment, please.
- If that's the missus

telephoning from Grimsby,
don't mention the lake monster.

I don't want her watering
down my scotch again.

We wouldn't want that, sir. Go ahead.

At the beach, you say?

Yes, we'll send someone right away.

- Another sighting?
- No, sir.

- A disturbance at the Miss Purity tent.
- Oh.

Sir, perhaps I should
look into this myself,

as the Detective is
busy with other matters.

Good initiative, Crabtree. Crack on.

- Mr. Alexander.
- I am ruined.

A girl dead, my tent burnt to the ground.

What I am supposed to tell my shareholders?

If I ever get a hold of
that hussy, I swear I'll...

Which hussy are you talking about?

That wretched Marie Nicholson.
As if I could ever let her win.

Can you imagine that? Her Miss Purity?

Well, why would Miss
Nicholson burn the tent down?

Well, who knows what goes on in the
heads of these foolish young things.

Ask that simpering mess. She
seems to know all about it.

Excuse me, Miss Lawson.

Do you know why Miss
Nicholson would have done this?

Mr. Alexander disqualified
her from the competition.

He found out that she was with child.

Can you imagine?

The nerve of her,
competing to be Miss Purity.

Who is the father?

James Bennett, of course.

Mr. Bennett?

Constable, what happened to the tent?

- You didn't see?
- No. I've been in town arranging for more ice.

My fianc�e was in there. Is she all right?

Miss Nicholson is the
one who burned it down.

Oh, my goodness. Why would she do that?

Because she was disqualified
from the competition

due to her... current state.

I told Mr. Alexander that in confidence.

I just wanted her to rest.

It's not right for her to
be up and about like that

in this heat. It's not good for the baby.

- Mr. Bennett, are you...
- I must go and find Marie.

Her condition is quite delicate.

If you don't mind me asking,
why have you not yet married?

We postponed our marriage because
of this wretched competition.

Wedded women can't enter, of course.

Now, if your curiosity

is satisfied, Constable,
I really must find her.

- You'll let me know when you do?
- Of course.

Before you go, can I get an egg custard?

Just the custard, mind, without the ice.

- Help yourself.
- Ah.

Julia,

I believe we may be looking at
a descendent of the plesiosaur.

- I believe you might be right.
- It certainly looks like

the creature that I saw,

And at this point, it may be
our most likely conclusion.

William, this is so exciting.
Shall I call the university?

Before we make our findings public,

I should very much like
to see the creature again.

I should very much like to see it as well.

William,

it is far too hot in the city to sleep.

I think I may spend the night at the beach.

And, in the interest of science,
I think you should join me.

And in the interest of your safety,

I believe I must.

George, I'm sure your
surprise will be lovely,

but I really need to be let in.

I've got numbers 36
and 37 out here with me.

Thank you.

If you can't bring your
girl to the snowball stand,

bring a snowball to your girl.

It's so lovely, George.

It's exactly the smile I needed.

Would you like to share it with me?

Actually, I brought enough for 2.

I assume you revisited the
beach. How did you get on?

- Some interesting developments, to be sure.
- Indeed?

Now to convince the detective

that Miss Buchanan was killed by
a person and not a lake monster.

I'm certain your investigative
skills will win him over.

You should tell him.

Right away, George.

You're right.

Come along, William!

(laughing)

Is it that bad?

Quite the opposite.

All that cycling has been to your benefit.

Perhaps we should stay on land.

Nonsense, William. We
can see it just as well

from the water as the beach.

We could spot a plesiosaur
from a mile away.

Not a mile. Given the moonlight,

the direction of the wind, I
would say approximately 50...

The water's lovely, William.

What are you thinking?

William. (both giggling)

William! Something just
brushed against my foot.

Hm.

Julia?

It's gone. I must have been nothing.

(She gasps.)

- Something is touching me.
- (He chuckles.)

- Julia.
- No, William,

there's definitely something
under the water with us.

Stay right there.

Your initial thoughts, Doctor?

I'm reluctant to speculate

on the cause of Miss Nicholson's death.

But the size of these bite
marks do, at first glance,

appear similar to those
of Katherine Buchanan.

- May I?
- Please.

Not exactly a match.

Depending on the angle of entry,

the movement of the body while
the wounds were inflicted,

and the deformation of
skin and tissue under water,

no 2 bite marks would be the same.

Well, then, Doctor, is it possible

the 2 young women were
bitten by the same creature?

- (doorbell ringing)
- Possible, yes.

But not certain. If
you'll please excuse me,

I have yet another new arrival.

I assure you, Detective,

Miss Nicholson is my top priority.

Thank you, Doctor. I'll await your results.

Katherine Buchanan drowned.

She may have been held under
water by an unknown entity.

Marie Nicholson suffered similar
bite marks and may also have drowned.

Though the bite marks were different enough

- that there may be another explanation.
- Yes.

There are 2 monsters
roving around the lake.

Or perhaps there is a more
human motive at work here.

Sir, I took the liberty of
continuing on your initial

- investigation of the Miss Purity competitors.
- Did you, now?

Well, sir, you were otherwise occupied
with this lake monster, and I...

Yes, George, what did you find out?

Sirs, Miss Nicholson was
ejected from the Purity

competition because she was
with child for James Bennett.

Now, this would imply
that their affair began

sometime before Bennett
parted ways with Miss Buchanan.

This is a waste of time.

Let's get back to our
monster in the lake, shall we?

- George, the 2 girls didn't kill each other.
- Sir, I'm not suggesting so.

But Miss Nicholson ruined
Mason Alexander's competition.

I believe he sought revenge.

What was his motive for
killing the first girl?

That I don't know.

How do you explain the bite marks?

- That I don't know.
- Exactly.

Let's flip the chalkboard
back, then, shall we?

Sir, the number of links between
these 2 young women makes it difficult

to altogether ignore George's
line of investigation.

They were both at the beach,

they were both bitten
by a monster in the lake.

How's that for a link?

If that were the only connection.

But the 2 girls knew each other
well, they were both competitors

in the Miss Purity competition, and they
were both involved with the same man.

Yet none of that answers the question.

If it was murder,

then who would want both
these ladies dead, and why?

It appears Miss Nicholson didn't drown.

She did not?

No. She died of exsanguination.

- From the bite wounds.
- Yes and no.

If you look closely,
you'll see an aberration.

The bruising is indicative
of a small hilt or handle.

I've yet to confirm the
weapon, but a knife would fit.

Before she was bitten...

She was stabbed.

She had such a beautiful voice.

All I can do is juggle knives.

Dead? Marie is dead as well?

- Oh, my God.
- Miss. Lawson,

you wanted to win the Miss
Purity competition. At any cost.

What are you saying?

Where were you last night?

With Mr. Alexander. He
promised me Miss Purity.

And he will corroborate this?

It was to be a secret, of course.

I'm not very smart, and my family is poor.

I don't have great prospects,
Detective. I really need this job.

Miss Lawson, did you kill Katherine
Buchanan and Marie Nicholson?

My goodness, no!

I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate these

- until I verify your story.
- You can't take my knives.

They're the only things of value I own.

You have much more to worry
about than that, Miss Lawson.

No trace of blood,

though they could have been cleaned.

I'll have Dr. Grace do a full
comparison with the wound.

That girl was afraid of her own shadow.

I can't imagine her capable of murder.

What about Alexander and his alibi?

I've sent Henry to get his statement.

He and Miss Lawson will
likely alibi each other.

Sir, she didn't die from a bite;

she was stabbed.

No monster?

Sadly, no.

She was stabbed and then
the bite wound was created

to divert our attention.

So, if she wasn't killed by a monster,

what caused the bite?

He's buggered off.

Sir, have a look at this.

Blood.

So, that's our culprit.

So it would appear.

So, we have a lake monster
copycat on our hands.

And who better than
our lake monster expert?

But why set traps here?

What is he guarding?

Maybe I did have a drop too much ale.

Why?

All I wanted was a little peace!

So many people, all hours,
running all over my property,

even sleeping on the beach!

It was just more than I could bear.

So, you fabricated a
monster. Makes perfect sense.

I thought it would scare everybody away.

Captain Squires, if that
really was your plan,

wouldn't the lake monster have sufficed?

Why murder 2 innocent young girls?

- Murder? Oh, no, no, you misunderstand.
- Clearly.

That young lady, Miss Buchanan, I saw her

place stones into her pockets,

and lay a garland of
flowers around her neck,

and she's walked right into the lake.

- She took her own life?
- I suppose so.

I ran to help her, but I was too late.

So, you dragged out her body and
used your fake monster to bite her?

I seized the opportunity. A dead body would

convince everybody the monster was real.

- I'm sorry!
- And Miss Nicholson?

I don't know anything about her.

I swear on the good Queen's memory.

- It was your trap that bit her!
- Well, anyone could have taken my traps!

Everyone knows they're there!

(Squires grunting)

He is completely crackers.

Tampering with a body just
to scare people off the beach.

He built a bloody lake
monster, for heaven's sakes!

I'm sorry, sir. Trust me,

- I know how you feel.
- Crabtree,

- I don't need you to comfort me.
- Well, I'm just saying sir,

I've had my share of
disappointments, but you know what?

I never give up hope.

- Thank you, Crabtree.
- If you truly believe that lake monsters exist,

I believe you will find your proof.

- I said, thank you, Crabtree.
- And isn't Toronto the perfect place?

You have Lake Ontario
right there, Lake Erie,

Lake Huron within a day's travel.
If you were to include rivers...

George, perhaps you should
look in on Dr. Grace.

We need to identify the weapon that
killed Miss Nicholson as soon as possible.

Sir, right away. Chin
up, Inspector. Chin up.

It does seem like Katherine
Buchanan committed suicide...

the white gown, stones in her pockets...

the romantic statement of a woman betrayed.

It's a plausible scenario,

and consistent with
Captain Squires' statement,

but how does a suicide relate
to Marie Nicholson's murder?

It might not. The two may be unrelated.

Marie Nicholson had no
trouble making enemies.

The motive may be something
that we've yet to uncover,

which doesn't help to answer the question.

Who killed Marie Nicholson?

None of these knives match
Miss Nicholson's stab wound.

A different implement, then?

Yes, something thinner,

more cylindrical.

An icepick, like the one
used by the snowball vendor.

Sir, James Bennett wouldn't
have killed Miss Nicholson;

doing so would have meant
killing his own unborn child.

Marie Nicholson wasn't with child,

nor was there any
indication she had ever been.

Oh, Mr. Bennett!

We'd like a word about Marie Nicholson.

(metal slicing) (Bennett yelling in pain)

Ooh.

Katie was my everything.

We knew it since we were children.

And Miss Nicholson?

Katie was visiting her family
2 months ago in St. Catharines.

I was so lonely.

Marie seduced me.

I have never regretted anything more.

Then she informed you that
she had become pregnant.

My heart was shattered.

I had no choice but to marry her.

And I couldn't tell Katie the truth.

I couldn't bear to hurt
her any more than I had to.

Yet she found out somehow.

Marie told her.

Out of spite, I suppose, or to gloat.

I didn't know any of this until...

Until?

The day after Katie took her own life,

I received this in the mail.

"Dearest James, I can't

endure this life without you,

I can't bear to see what
could have been our child

born to another.

I will love you forever. I forgive you."

But I couldn't blame Marie.

I didn't want to distress her.

This heat, Katie's death,
it all seemed too much.

I had to think of my child's welfare.

So, you had her disqualified
from the Miss Purity competition.

It was for the best.

But Marie was livid.

She told me she had never been pregnant.

It was all a lie.

Katie killed herself over a lie.

So you killed Marie.

I didn't even know what I was doing.

The ice pick was in my
hand, I was blind with rage.

I don't even remember stabbing her.

I should feel remorse...

but I don't.

My only regret is that I
won't be going to heaven...

because I know Katie is there.

It's a shame the snowballs stand is closed.

I don't know, George. I
think I prefer your version.

It's nice to be outside again,

especially now that the heat wave is over.

- Did you find relatives for your John Does?
- Some.

What will happen with the others?

The city will give each one
of them a Christian burial.

I may be the only one in attendance,

but at least they won't be alone.

Well, perhaps I'll attend with you?

I would like that very much.

(Brackenreid): What the bloody hell!

Oy, you little buggers,
bring back that bloody hat!

Bollocks!

Oh, my goodness, Emily. I've just destroyed

somebody's hat.

I think this is the inspector's hat.

Perhaps you should hide the evidence.

George, it's positively flying.

Well, look at that.

Emily, I think I've just
invented a new beach game.

I could call it Flying Hat,

or Flying Brim. Free Brim. Fris-brim.

Flying Hat.

You must be relieved, William.

I have to admit, I'm somewhat disappointed.

- I was quite enjoying our little research project.
- (Julia laughs.)

The thought of discovering a new species...

Oh, William, you'll find your dinosaur yet.

I'm sure of it.

(Julia sighs.)

Julia. There are people everywhere.

How ridiculous it is

that women should have to wear
black woolen stockings in this heat.

You are being very scandalous, young lady.

Yes, I am, aren't I?

(Julia giggling)

Ah, hey!

(both shouting and laughing)

My hair!

Oh! (Julia laughing)

Stop!!

Announcer: A special Murdoch, next Monday.

What?!

The real killer is over there!

Announcer: Guest starring Allan Hawco.

That's Jacob Doyle.

You know him?!

Every copper from here

to Corner Brook knows this slea bean!

Announcer: Murdoch Mysteries,

next Monday at 8:00 on CBC.

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