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So you've read George's book?

- I have.
- And what did you think?

You can be honest.

Well, I'd say it is a rare treat

to see a man express
his feelings so freely.

William is often as closed as a clam.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

It's just his way.

My mother would be
scandalized if she knew

I was visiting a place
like Miss Harper's.

Your mother? I would have been disowned.

Julia Ogden, how could
you waste your money

on such an indulgence.

Oh, Miss Cherry.

Dr. Ogden. Don't bother.
It's still locked.

[JULIA] It's impossible.
I have an appointment.

As do we all. Perhaps
it's the wrong day.

It seems unlikely all four of
us would make the same mistake.

It can't be closed.

Mrs. Harper herself is
visiting the salon today.

A most accomplished woman.

This is her tenth such salon.

She began as a child of servitude

- and has amassed quite an impressive...
- I am aware of that.

And I intend to interview her.

Oh, so you're not having your hair done?

I'm a very busy woman.

- I'm a journalist.
- I assumed that was the reason for the interview.

Miss Newsome is a lawyer.

Good for you.

I believe we have a friend in common.

George Crabtree.

Ah yes.

- You two are keeping company, aren't you?
- We are.

I'd advise you to watch
yourself around him.

I beg your pardon?

Well, he gave me quite the line
about wanting to start a family

- not that I was interested of course -

and then he threw me over
for a burlesque dancer.

She was short.

Unlike yourself.

It's true I'm not average.

Well, you're right about that.

Ladies, I think our
appointments have been cancelled.

The victim is Miss Ramona Keating,

the owner of the salon.

It appears she was killed
sometime last night.

I will be able to provide you with
a more specific time of death soon.

Thank you.

Of course. But I was
addressing Detective Irwin.

So, you came to see the victim
to get your hair done, Doctor?

That's right.

That's progress, isn't it?

Used to be only actresses and
prostitutes would visit hairdressers.

Well, we are neither.

It appears Miss Keating
was struck on the head

with a heavy object.

Looks to me like the
counter came up to meet her.

I beg your pardon?

Smell the drink on her?

I did, but according to
her friend, Mrs. Davis,

Miss Keating didn't partake.

Well, she did last night.

Then stepped in the hair tonic that
was spilled on the floor over there.

Seen it before, I'll see it again.

[JULIA] You believe
this to be an accident?

[IRWIN] Plain enough.

Miss Hart, what do you
think of the angle of impact?

It is consistent with a fall.

So, you don't believe she could
have been struck or pushed?

As you know, I'll have to
examine the wounds in the morgue

before I can estimate the
intensity of the impact.

- Of course.
- Which I will be only be able to do

once this conversation is finished.

And there you have it.

What's going on?

Miss West, I'm so sorry
to have to tell you this.

Miss Keating is dead.

What? How?

They believe it to be an accident.

I see.

And I suppose you'll still
be wanting your hair done?

Well, no...

I'll leave you ladies
to settle this. Good day.

What are you doing?

Whether Miss Keating is dead
or not doesn't change the fact

that Miss Harper will be
inspecting the salon today.

I'll need to get the place ready.

There's hair tonic on the floor here.

Did it spill during business yesterday?

If it had, I would have
mopped it up right away.

Then why would it be here?

I can't imagine.

[JULIA] If Miss Keating
was indeed struck or pushed,

the killer could have
spilled the tonic on the floor

to create the appearance of an accident.

You believe she was murdered?

I don't believe she wasn't.

You and your husband must
live the most tortured lives.

Holding the entire world
under suspicion like that.

Look, Margaret, I'm very busy.

You can have whatever you want.

You want a what?

How big?

How many people are
you expecting to come

to this little shindig of ours.

Bill won't come, can't come?

Audrey... that will all
sort itself out, Margaret.

Look, I have to go, I'm very
busy, I'll find one. Bye.

Bloody hell.

What is it, sir?

I'll have to get
Margaret to stop reading.

Nothing good comes of it.

Why do you say that?

She's invited half the neighbourhood
to our house for a Hangi.

A Hangi...

It's a Hangi...

It's a traditional way
of cooking meat. Yes.

It originated with the Maori,

the indigenous people of New Zealand.

It's wonderful. You dig a pit...

Bloody hell Murdoch, is
there anything you don't know?

There must be some things.

One block further east and the case

would have fallen within your purview.

- Julia.
- What's all this about?

The owner of the hair salon I go to

has died under mysterious circumstances.

Go to a hair salon do you?

Yes. And I am neither a
prostitute or an actress

if you can imagine that.

Who's in charge of the investigation?

A Detective Irwin,

but I don't think he's
taking it seriously.

- I wish you could look into it, William.
- Hang on.

We're not about to go stepping
on toes at Station House Three.

- But sir...
- You heard me, Murdoch.

There's only so many
reprimands I can handle.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Well, absent other evidence,

I'm afraid I have to
listen to the Inspector.

So that's it?

I did say "absent other evidence".

I told her she could clean up.

- After I took pictures.
- Not for your readers.

If that was the case,
I would have done it

- while the body was still here.
- Then who are they for?

Detective Murdoch.

William isn't allowed to investigate.

This is Detective Irwin's jurisdiction.

That's a shame.

Yes. He's a twit.

I've reported on his cases before.

My firm is fighting no less than
three improper arrests he's made.

William will take a look
if we can give him reason.

Then I suggest we find him one.

I did notice that the bank
deposit bag was on the counter.

Empty.

Miss West is certainly taking a
proprietary interest in the place.

Indeed she is.

And where is Mrs. Davis?

She left shortly after you did.

There she is.

Matilda Harper.

He's unusual. One of a kind, really.

The only one in the land, I'd reckon.

And what happened?

He just ran away, I was
supposed to be watching him

and he just ran away.

And you are speaking of a pig, correct?

Atley. Yes. I was on my way
to High Park for a showing.

I want to take him to the
Winter Fair later this year but

now he's gone.

- What have you, Watts?
- Missing pig.

Oh. I see.

You're police, right?
Aren't you supposed to help?

Well, you are in luck.

Detective Watts is our best man.

Detective Watts, you will help
this boy find his pig, won't you?

It would be a pleasure,

although you are the
superior detective here.

Nonsense, nonsense. Solving a case
like this will help you measure up.

All right, son.

You were on your way to High Park?

I was walking. They wouldn't
let me on the streetcar.

Caused quite a fuss when
I tried to get him on.

I don't like Toronto.

People aren't very friendly here.

What a terrible tragedy.

Ramona was one of my
favourite Harper girls.

She had a genuine passion
for women's beauty.

[ALICE] Don't you agree, Alice?

She did, ma'am.

If I may say, she repeated
your motto every day.

"Charming people are made. Not born."

This shop exceeded my expectations,

I'm sure that was due
to Ramona's appeal.

I can't imagine anyone
wanting to kill her.

We found her bank deposit
bag and it was empty.

Could there have been a robbery?

[JULIA] She may have made
a deposit last evening?

She didn't. In fact, they just said

she hadn't been to the
bank in the last few days.

Given the income she was
reporting to my office,

the deposit bag would
have contained a tidy sum.

Who would have known about that?

She had a fianc�.

They broke it off some time ago.

He came by to pester
her from time to time.

And what was his name?

I don't know.

Ramona met him when she was working
at a former place of employment:

the home of Jasper Quinlan.

Like myself and many of my girls,

Miss Keating was a servant
before she opened the salon.

Perhaps her employers
know of this delivery man.

Then let's go.

You don't want to tell the police?

Not at this particular time.

She worked for us for a time.

She was our maid. I know
nothing more about her than that.

You don't know anything
about the man she was seeing.

As my husband said, she was our maid.

A name. Anything?

It would be most helpful.

There was a Langer fellow

who'd come by from time to time.

You don't know any more about that?

What are you two up to, exactly?

We are looking into the circumstances
surrounding Miss Keating's death.

Isn't that a matter for the police?

It is. We're merely assisting.

[BOY] Did you know that pigs
are remarkably clean animals?

Cleaner than most people I reckon.

[WATTS] Still, trying to take him
on a streetcar seems foolhardy.

- We have to find him.
- And we will.

Atley's more than just any
pig. I have a lot riding on him.

- How so?
- [BOY] Most people think the fairs are a bit of fun,

and they are, but this
pig is also my future.

[WATTS] Does a blue ribbon
raise the price of...

- Your animal?
- [BOY] It's not that.

A good showing at the Winter fair

can cement my reputation as a breeder.

And I take it this
Atley is a fine specimen?

None finer. My family's
future rests on finding him.

And this is where I lost him.

[WATTS] I see.

Any suggestions on how to
track a beast like this Atley?

You're the policeman.

Right, yes.

Uh...

I already spoke with Mr. Langer.

So you are believe there
may have been foul play.

Mr. Langer said he hadn't spoken
to Miss Keating in almost two years.

And he has an alibi for last evening.

A credible one?

Credible if not respectable.

He was at the Ford Hotel with a woman

- all night.
- That woman's name?

A Miss Fern Franklin.

And your constable confirmed
this with Miss Franklin?

- Yes.
- Well that's good to know.

Now, we also think there may
be money missing from the salon.

Have there been robberies
at other businesses

- in the neighbourhood lately?
- None reported. Good day, ladies.

Langer's alibi rules out
our most obvious suspect.

But the money is still missing.

Unfortunately, that's not enough
for me to open an investigation,

especially in a different jurisdiction.

Still, it could be the key.

- If you follow the Inspector's line of thinking.
- That is?

Follow the money.

And what about your line
of thinking, William?

If it seems suspicious it usually is.

Now, I must be off, ladies.

Good afternoon.

Perhaps Miss Keating caught a robber
in the act and was killed for it.

Her wounds didn't suggest a struggle.

With her business thriving,

there could have been
another motive as well.

What do you mean?

How much is this place worth?

And who gets it if she dies.

Miss Harper?

I would tender applicants.

And when a suitable lady was found,

she would be offered the franchise.

Good Lord. Look at those flowers.

- Excuse me?
- They are a disgrace.

Let me get those.

Why is this vase dry?

- I hadn't put them in water yet.
- You brought these?

Yes.

When?

We were here when you arrived.

You had nothing but a story
about a delayed streetcar.

When did you bring those flowers?

[JULIA] Were you late, Miss West?

Or did you arrive on time with flowers.

And then leave after you killed
your boss and stole her money?

It's just you, me, and Miss Harper.

Tell us what happened.

I know you think whoever stole the money

killed Miss Ramona, but
I swear I didn't hurt her!

Your streetcar wasn't delayed, was it?

No.

I arrived on time, at 8 o'clock.

And you brought the flowers with you.

And then you took the money
from the bank deposit bag.

I would never have done it ordinarily.

But my mother's being evicted
and we can't afford rent for her.

We were desperate.

So the money was still here
after Miss Keating was killed.

The theft had nothing
to do with the murder.

I swear I didn't hurt Ramona.

I'm so ashamed.

Tell us what you saw
when you first came in.

So you brought in the flowers.

Yes,

I put them in the vase.

I was carrying it to the
sink when I saw her body.

Why didn't you call
the police immediately?

Of course that's what I meant to do.

Whatever stopped you?

There was a mess.

I didn't want the police or Miss
Harper to see the salon that way.

[HARPER] What sort of a mess, my dear?

Well, she smelled of alcohol.

The police said the same.
But Miss Keating didn't drink.

That's part of what makes
this all so mysterious.

I just didn't want anyone
to think she died drunk.

So I hid the liquor bottles.

Liquor bottles?

Yes,

they were on the floor over
there by some dirty rags.

I put them away under the sink
behind the cleaning supplies.

These rags have been soaked in alcohol.

Someone was in the process
of making a bottle bomb.

You think Ramona
interrupted an arsonist?

But why would anyone want to set fire...

To a women's hairdressing salon?

That's a very good question.

Well, now, supposing Miss
Keating came to the salon

after her supper last evening

and caught a would-be
arsonist in the act.

Maybe he killed her in
fear of being discovered.

A heated exchange ensues,

and in the course of it he
strikes her or she falls.

Well, you're a little late. I already
have reason to suspect foul play.

Aside from the arson attempt?

The coroner's findings
I have reason to believe

Miss Keating was not what she appeared.

What were the coroner's findings?

There's no need to bother
yourselves any further, ladies.

We will take it from here. Good day.

I believe a visit to
the morgue is in order.

Detective Irwin said you had
reason to suspect foul play.

I beg your pardon, Dr. Ogden, but
what is your jurisdiction in this case?

The victim was an acquaintance.

I'd like to know what happened.

Then I expect you are free to
read about it in the newspaper

along with everyone else.

Excuse me?

[HART] You seemed to have
drawn many of your own

conclusions from the scene.

[JULIA] Miss Hart, I had no
intention of overstepping.

If you feel that I did, I apologize.

[HART] Detective Irwin has my report.

It is his decision to share it or not.

[JULIA] Have I done something
to offend you, Miss Hart?

- [HART] Not at all. But let me be quite clear.
- Please.

This is not your morgue anymore,
to come and go as you wish.

I run it now.

I helped get you in here, Miss Hart,

don't make me be the one to get you out.

If I were you, I'm not
sure that I would try that.

Did you leave the morgue on bad terms?

It appears so.

A shame.

I am very curious to know what changed

Detective Irwin's mind about this case.

On that note, I may
have glanced at the file.

Effie, that's utterly improper.

Tell me everything.

Much of the report was what we expected.

Inconclusive as to whether

Miss Keating was struck
or fell into the counter.

- What?
- She hadn't been drinking.

- Making a fall much less likely.
- Yes. And there's something else.

Miss Keating had had a baby.

I never heard Miss
Keating mention a child,

- had you, Miss Harper?
- [HARPER] Not at all.

The coroner's report did not
specify when the child was born.

- Where is the baby now?
- And who was the father?

Miss Cherry, was there
any indication of a child

or a family in Miss Keating's will?

None. Miss Keating self-financed
the salon and owes no debt on it.

And she raised this money
while working for the Quinlans?

Very generous employers.

At least you two share suspicious minds.

A lawyer and a journalist.

I'm not surprised.

I usually only meet the
creatures after their demise.

- Sorry son.
- But if one was found?

How much does the animal weigh?

About five hundred pounds, sir.

Five hundred pounds,

and you tried to take
him on a streetcar?

So about three hundred
pounds of take-home meat.

If he isn't being slaughtered at
home, I'd try down by the Fort.

You think he's dead?

Dead or on his way to it.

But he's a prize winner.

He'll be put up for auction.
Probably fetch a good price.

- If you hear anything...
- I'll let you know.

You know you're not the only one
looking for an animal that size.

I got a call from your
boss, he's looking for a pig.

The whole police department
is looking for him?

I think he has other intentions.

Some kind of New Zealand pit oven...

A hangi.

It's been a while since
I've attended one of them.

Well, I must get back to work, Louise.

- Parting is such sweet sorrow.
- Indeed.

Oh, right on time. Let
me introduce my friends.

Dr. Ogden, Miss Newsome, this
is my fianc�, Mr. Teddy Davis.

- A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davis.
- And you as well, Doctor. Miss Newsome.

Louise has told me so
much about you both.

Very regretful events today.

Yes, we should resume our inquiries.

The police are being derelict. Again.

My professional gal.

Well, I'll leave you
to it. Good day, ladies.

He seems lovely.

He has a good job and
impeccable manners.

We're to be married soon.

Given that you introduced him
as your fianc�, I gathered that.

I met him while I was
tracking down leads

- for a story I was writing.
- You don't say.

Teddy loves that I'm a working woman.

He said he admires a lady
who can pay her own way.

That's a roundabout way of saying

he doesn't want to pick up the cheque.

Well I think it's lovely
that you've met someone

who appreciates you.

Thank you, Julia.

The wedding will be very simple.

Neither Teddy nor I go in for the
modern trend of showy weddings.

No offense to you, Dr. Ogden.

[JULIA] A simple wedding sounds
lovely. Why would I take offence?

I saw pictures of your
wedding in the society pages.

Both of them, actually.

Do you and George plan to marry?

We haven't discussed it.

That's no surprise.

No offense, before I met Teddy

I thought of marriage
as a sign of failure.

Perhaps you could question the
housemaid while we speak to the Quinlans?

Certainly, Mrs. Murdoch...

You are acting a bit like him.

[JULIA] I'm simply being
efficient and professional.

Miss Keating worked in your
household for five years?

Yes, before she left to open the salon.

Is it possible she became with child

and gave birth during her time here?

She couldn't have hidden
such a thing from us.

It would have been impossible.

Mrs. Quinlan, do you
have any idea how Ramona

managed to raise the money
she needed to open the salon?

I suppose she saved up.

She never asked either of you
to guarantee a loan from a bank?

I'm sorry I can't help
you any more, ladies.

I'll see you out. Please.

- Ramona and I were close for a time.
- What changed?

Well, then she took up
with the missus, didn't she?

They were always squirrelled
away together in corners,

chatting while I did all the work.

- That's awful.
- That's not the half of it.

Mrs. Quinlan sent Ramona up to
the summer house1 to clean it up.

Even though it had just
been cleaned a month before.

Ramona was sent to clean
the house by herself?

[MAID] You can bet she wasn't
cleaning that whole time.

Sitting on the porch
sipping ice tea, more like!

What the devil are you doing?

I seem to have misplaced my notebook.

Some journalist you are.

Her time at the lake house was
most likely her third trimester.

And you say Mrs. Quinlan denied
any knowledge of the child.

She could have been lying.

Sarah Davis was friends
with Miss Keating.

And what of it?

Mrs. Davis was a nurse
specializing in midwifery.

Bring her to the salon.

Always with the orders.

This is usually a place
to get a little respite

from the day and catch up on gossip.

All right, I'll say
what we're both thinking.

Mr. Quinlan seduced Miss Keating.

A tale as old as time.

So they sent her to the country
all by herself to deliver the baby.

I found something.

I went to the summer house with Ramona.

Do you know who fathered her baby?

I couldn't say.

Couldn't or won't.

I won't speak ill of the dead.

What became of the child?

It was all so sad.

The baby was stillborn.

I don't think Miss Keating
ever truly recovered.

She was despondent,

she had a drink, maybe
a few, slipped and fell...

Her salon was doing
well. She seemed happy...

A sunny disposition is an effective
mask for what lies beneath.

- Is there something you want to share?
- No.

No not at all.

Ladies. You may have been
right about Jasper Quinlan.

- What have you found?
- I went to the Dominion Bank

and finagled my way into some
information about the Quinlan accounts.

I have an informant, don't even ask!

All right.

In August 1906, there was
a cash withdrawal of $600.

That's around the
time the baby was born.

And just before Miss
Keating opened her salon.

In my profession, they call
that six hundred "hush money".

Shall we pay another
visit to the Quinlans?

Perhaps we should
tell Detective Murdoch.

I'd rather be sure before
I bring William into this.

I think she wants to see if
she can solve this one herself.

One more.

Mr. Quinlan.

And what can I do for you?

I will be direct and to the point.

You lied to us, Mr. Quinlan.

About the pregnancy. And
the fact that you provided

monetary assistance to Miss Keating.

You can't prove that.

I have been to your bank and I can.

Nothing wrong with financing a
beloved servant's business endeavour.

That may be. But there is
certainly something wrong

with fathering a child out of wedlock

and then paying off the
woman to keep quiet about it.

- I did nothing of the sort.
- Then what did you do?

- That's hardly any of your business.
- It's all right, Jasper.

My husband did not father
Miss Keating's child.

It's alright, shh...

- Patrick Langer was the baby's father.
- I see.

Ramona didn't want him
to know of the baby.

She was afraid of what he might do.

And she wanted to open her business.

That wouldn't have been
possible as an unwed mother.

Precisely.

What about the money?

The money was a gift from Jasper and me.

It was in gratitude for a
gift that she had given us.

She gave you her baby.

And for that we are forever in her debt.

Ramona knew that Jasper and I wanted
to be parents and weren't able.

We tried for years...

do you have any idea what that's like?

I do.

So when Ramona came to be with child,

and she knew she couldn't
be with Mr. Langer,

she asked us to take her baby.

To be kept secret from the father?

He was an awful man.
He still is I'm sure.

And you had Mrs. Davis register
the birth as a stillborn.

It was the best for all.

Doctor Ogden, no one
can ever know about this.

Especially the father.

I can't promise you anything.

- If in the process of figuring out how Ramona died...
- Please don't.

I promised Ramona that Patrick Langer

would never know that he has a son.

She thought him capable
of harming the child.

What's the child's name?

Henry.

And he's a dear.

Please,

will you keep Ramona's secret?

Excellent.

How soon can you have him cleaned?

Why?

Detective Watts?

Right.

Well we'll see about that. Thank you.

Watts!

Inspector?

Is it or is it not true that
you are of the Jewish persuasion?

It is my heritage, yes.

Then what do you want with
my pig? It's not kosher.

I'm not sure I follow.

Jack Walker secured a pig for
a hangi that my wife is hosting.

- Now, a hangi...
- I know what a hangi is.

Why does everyone know
what a bloody hangi is?

He found Atley?

You think Jack Walker's got your pig?

It could be the one that went
missing. That would make it his.

I'm getting him ready for
the Ontario Winter fair.

He's my pig now, son.

Because if I don't bring him home,

my missus will have my guts for garters.

And that's not a good thing.

- What have you?
- Ramona lied to me.

She said she hadn't seen Mr.
Langer in years, but look.

Regular payments every month.

- To PL?
- Patrick Langer. I'm sure of it.

Ramona was making regular
payments to Patrick Langer.

- Why?
- I don't know.

But whatever the reason,
he lied to the police.

He said he hadn't seen Miss
Keating in almost two years.

If he lied about that, he
may have lied about his alibi.

But if it holds up,
there will be no reason

to share what we've
learned about the baby.

What was the name of
the woman he was with?

Fern Franklin.

And you're quite sure about this?

I'm not sure about any of it.

But the report showed
that Ramona Keating

had no alcohol in her body.

So she didn't get
pie-eyed drunk and slip.

But you found evidence of alcohol.

With rags stuffed into it.

The bottles were being
used to make bombs.

So you've suggested.

Irwin told you?

Yes. Right around the same
time he told me my wife

should "mind her own business."

And what did you say to that?

I may have said that I
believe she is doing just that.

Should I pursue this?

What reason is there not to?

The child.

If the father knows of his
existence he may lay claim to him.

This is true.

And I don't know if Detective
Irwin is up to the task.

So Ramona Keating's killer,

if there is one, may go free.

But there is something else.

And what's that?

Who's to say this Mr. Langer
was where he claimed he was?

He wasn't with Miss Franklin?

He had been, but not on the
night Miss Keating was murdered.

She lied to the police. Why?

Mr. Langer told her he robbed
a hardware store that night.

- She agreed to be his alibi.
- Why?

Because some women will
do anything for a man.

He told her he loved her.

And do you believe he
robbed a hardware store?

- Of course not.
- Well, that's good.

Because we know where he lives.

Thank goodness you're here.

Mrs. Quinlan, what's the matter?

Patrick Langer came to
the house next to ours,

feigning a delivery.

- You're certain it was him?
- Yes.

The neighbours redirected him
to our house. He rang our bell.

You didn't let him in.

No, I told Greta not to
answer, and he went away.

But what if he's found
out about the baby

and came looking for him?

Louise, can you find out if Mr.
Langer's errand was legitimate?

We need to find evidence on
Langer that's irrefutable.

- And we need to do it fast.
- Right away boss.

Bloody hell!

Feed the whole neighbourhood,
with plenty to share.

Could I at least say goodbye?

Bloody hell.

You were going to be a champion.

Take the winter fair by storm.

It's a fair fit for a king, sir.

There is rumour this winter
fair could get Royal assent.

A Royal Winter Fair.
That'll be the bloody day.

If you want to do the
hangi right, use mutton.

That's the proper meat.

Oi son. Get him out of here.

You mean it, sir?

Go on before I change my mind.

You're a good man, Tom.

Tell that to Margaret.

This is it.

He's out cold.

This can't be too difficult.

I've seen William do it many times.

Julia Ogden, you never
cease to surprise me.

It's actually harder than it looks.

Julia.

Isn't this the same type of bottle
that used to make the bottle bombs?

Does look like it.

Blood.

I think I've found our
irrefutable evidence.

He's still passed out.
Should we get the police?

I don't think that's necessary.

Mr. Langer.

Mr. Langer.

He's dead.

He ingested cyanide.

Or it was made to look that way.

Good work. Not work you were supposed
to be doing, but you got lucky.

Thank you I suppose.

So Langer killed Ramona
Keating and then offed himself.

- So it would seem.
- You're very quick to jump to that conclusion.

Well let's see, we have the
apparatus to build a firebomb,

proof that he was
casing the Quinlan house,

a suicide note and a bloody glove.

What more do you need?

Now if you don't mind, this
is a crime scene, ladies.

Thanks to our efforts.

- I won't let you down.
- I know you won't.

I can't wait to tell my family.

Thank you.

You're giving her a chance.

That's very magnanimous, Miss Harper.

[HARPER] Who better to run this salon?

She knows the business inside-out.

She also stole from a dead woman.

The circumstances of these women's
lives allow for a rash decision.

I'll keep her on a tight rope.

Thank you for solving Ramona's murder.

- It was an honour to meet you.
- You as well. Thank you.

- Be well.
- You too.

With both of them
dead, we may never know

why Ramona was paying Peter Langer.

Nevertheless, Detective
Murdoch will be pleased.

I'm not so sure about that.

It seems all too neat and tidy.

Did you steal that from the scene?

I procured evidence to run a test.

Yes, I stole it.

What are you doing here?

[JULIA] You don't sleep, Miss Hart?

I'm conducting a blood test.

I am aware of that. What
are you doing in my office?

Please, this is important. I
don't have the time for quibbles...

I'll be taking this
up with my superiors...

So you admit to having
them. That's progress.

I'll be out of your
way in just a moment.

Is this related to
Detective Irwin's case?

More like my case.

So leave me be.

- The blood doesn't match.
- Are you sure?

As sure as I can be.

Where did the blood on
Langer's glove come from, then?

That I don't know.

I have news of my own.

Mr. Langer was instructed to make
a delivery to the Quinlan house.

[JULIA] You're sure
it was a valid errand

and not a ruse he made up
to get close to the child?

Quite sure.

A man walked into the dry goods store

and arranged to have a package
delivered to the Quinlans.

- Did he give a name?
- No.

And he paid in cash so
there is no record of him.

If Mr. Langer didn't go to
the Quinlan house on purpose,

then the liquor bottle and the gloves

could have been planted in
his room by the same person

- who arranged that delivery.
- In an effort to frame Patrick Langer

for Ramona's murder.

Yes, and whoever is trying
to frame him must know

he's the father of Ramona's child.

Yet no one is aware of
that baby but the Quinlans,

Mrs Davis, and ourselves.

Miss Cherry, did you tell anyone?

I am offended you would even ask.

Is it possible someone read
about it in your notebook?

I forgot to tell you, I found it.

Had you written the Quinlan's
address in your notebook?

- I believe so.
- Can you show me where?

- Here.
- 126 Birchgate St.

- That's an eight.
- That's a six.

- That's a six.
- That's an eight.

Oh.

126 is the address that Mr.
Langer went to by mistake.

The man who arranged the
delivery saw your notebook.

- Impossible.
- It was missing.

That's right. You noticed
it was gone at the Quinlans.

Right after you saw Teddy.

I'll speak to him and clear this up.

Good day, ladies.

What possible motive could Louise's
fianc� have to harm Ramona?

That's a very good question.

Mr. Langer killed
Ramona and then himself?

What's the sense in that?

Did he know about the baby?

I don't know.

Well I suppose it is a blessing.

Ladies. Follow me if you want to
see a man get what's coming to him.

I introduced myself to
Teddy's boss as his fianc�

- and you know what he said to me?
- No.

That must be a surprise to his wife.

- Your fianc� is married?
- For three years now.

I surely hope he is a murder
suspect. I want to see him dangle.

This is where he lives.

- Perhaps we should...
- You should nothing!

- Louise.
- You two-timing creep.

- Please, I can explain.
- Good. I have some questions as well.

Which I will answer as
soon as we get out of here.

- Theodore, what's wrong?
- Mrs. Davis.

- You're...
- Theodore's wife. What of it?

What are you doing here?
What are they doing here?

Plainly put, your
husband is an adulterer.

- That's a lie.
- I'm afraid it is not.

And it appears I am the one
wearing the scarlet letter.

Theodore?

- I can explain.
- I have some questions

regarding the deaths of Miss
Keating and Patrick Langer.

Their deaths, whatever
does he have to do with...

I can explain!

[JULIA] Call Station House Four.

For an investigative journalist,

- you certainly didn't investigate your fianc�.
- Shut up.

Damn bicycles...

[BRACKENREID] And that's the
biggest one you could find?

- These are good.
- I knew you'd like them.

And what will you do with Atley

if he doesn't win the Winter Fair?

Talk to Mr. Walker about butchering him.

So, you never gain an
affection for the animals?

Hey, he's a wallet with legs.

If I hurry I can get him down to the
park for the last round of judging.

I'll escort you.

Get out of the way! Thank you!

Out of the way!

Whoa!

Atley! Atley!

Inspector! Detective! Stop him.

Let me go. I said let me go!

- What's going on, ladies?
- I'll explain later.

You want to help the
kid find the animal?

No, I think I'm on the pig's side now.

I can explain.

Mr. Davis was carrying on
an affair with Louise Cherry

whilst married to Mrs. Davis.

It's a good thing we didn't
waste money on a wedding gift.

Why did he want to burn
the hair salon down?

It was the only place where Miss Cherry

and Mrs. Davis crossed paths,

he knew they were both
visiting the salon the next day.

He was afraid the two of
them would get to talking.

Miss Keating caught him
in the act, she was killed,

he then planted evidence to
make Mr. Langer appear guilty.

Since he was married to
Miss Keating's midwife

he was more than familiar
with their situation.

He knew Langer had motive
and would be easily blamed.

Excellent work, Detective Ogden.

Well, I did learn from the best.

- [MEN LAUGHING]
- Ooh!

Care to join us for lunch?

The Inspector seems to have
a surfeit of hangi mutton.

Apparently it did not go over well.

Tempting, but I have
a pressing engagement.

Alice.

Ladies, welcome back.

Lovely to see you, Miss Harper.

So happy you could stay on.

Only long enough to help Miss West
get things up and running again.

- If you need anything...
- We'll just whistle.

You know, men can keep
their clubs and cigars.

It is magnificent to have
one place in this town

where one can enjoy
the company of women.

This place is a sanctuary.

- Miss Cherry, I am sorry about Teddy.
- I'm not.

We all deserve to be
with men who deserve us.

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