All language subtitles for Mysteries of dead peolpe.S13E17.Left Behind.eng

Still working?

Almost finished.

Can it wait?

Sometimes there are
more important things than work.

What did you have in mind?

Well, I was headed to bed.

But the sheets
are terribly cold.

William, I have surgery
in the morning.

I know.

It's not that I don't want to.

There's a lot at stake.

Hello?

What are you doing here?

Visiting an old friend.

We weren't friends.

Oh.
It's nice to see you, too, kid.

We worked together,
and now we don't.

What are you doing here?

Someone we know is in town.

- Who?
- He found you.

Now, I don't know
if he's gonna be a problem yet,

but he might be.

So what?

What are you
telling me this for?

Because I'm gonna make it all
go away for you.

I don't want anything from you.

Look, Violet.
I'm happy for you.

You've made good.

But the sad truth is, the things
you do in life, they come back.

And when they do you,
have to deal with them.

That is... unless you don't mind
everyone finding out

who you really are.

I detest the winters here.

They're not so bad.
You just need a warmer coat.

No, no. It's not
the cold. It's the dark.

I prefer the dark.

No one can see
what you're getting up to.

I'm starting to appreciate
your logic.

Come on.

Llewellyn.

Blood.

Go.
I'll handle this.

No witnesses. No identification.
He's well-dressed.

The clothes have a maker's mark,

but, uh, the shop
isn't in Toronto.

I'll have a constable
run it down.

Run what down?

The tailor.

Oh. Yes.
Of course.

Sirs, there's been a robbery.

A wealthy house
only a few blocks from here.

Is this wealthy house missing
its wealthy owner?

No. The owner
called in the complaint.

No reason to suspect
a connection, then.

You look into that, Watts.
I'll handle this.

Uh, you're quite sure?

Mm-hmm.
Quite sure.

Oh, and, uh, Detective...

how did you find him here?

I-I was cutting through here
on my way home.

I don't understand it.
It's just gone.

- What exactly is gone?
- My MacAuley.

I cherished it.

- MacAuley is a painter?
- Yes.

Yes.
Philipe MacAuley.

Recently deceased, the poor man.

And as you can see, it's gone.

But all the other paintings
remain?

- Yes.
- So someone wanted this one.

- Yes.
- Did you have more MacAuleys?

- Yes.
- And they didn't take them?

N-No.
See, I-I heard the thief.

I came down from upstairs,
and I must have startled him.

- And they ran out.
- Yes. Exactly.

They ran out!

What are you doing?

Keeping my thoughts to myself
to avoid them being interrupted.

- Now you look h...
- Watts, right?

Station House Four?

- And you are?
- Edwards.

- New man at Station House One.
- I see.

Listen.
I-I know this is your case.

But I've had a robbery case
of my own to take care of,

and I have a feeling
there could be a connection.

Why is that?

It was another collector
who was stolen from,

and another MacAuley
that was taken.

Then we'll have to
compare notes.

Detective, I've been on the job
three weeks,

and I still don't have
a solved case to my name.

What do you say
we just work together?

Now, if you two have finished
trying to impress each other,

perhaps you can find
my painting.

Oh, right.
Yes.

Sutures are secure.

Let's remove the sponges.

Nurse?

Heart rate and breathing
are strong.

I think we're finished.

Unless you have something else
you'd like to do for him.

I think we've done enough
for one day.

- How did this happen?
- I don't know.

You're saying your sister's
going to lose her house?

She has nothing saved.

Maybe she could come live
with us for a little while.

How much does she need?

Uh, I don't know exactly.

Well, find out.
We'll help.

Do you mean that?

Family is family, Margaret.

It willstretch us,
but we'll manage.

Thank you, Thomas.

I'll see you at dinner tonight?

Right.
See you then.

Are you sure
this is a good idea?

Of course. Go home. Rest.
See your sweetheart.

I don't much like the idea
of canceling engagements.

We're plumb out of books,
George.

We can reschedule once
the second printing is out.

Uh, say, do you think
we should add a foreword

- to the new edition?
- To what end?

Well, perhaps my fans
would like to hear from me.

Perhaps it would convince those

who have already purchased
a copy to purchase another.

George, you're not Henry James
just yet.

Though you may be on your way.
Safe travels.

Thank you, Percy.
I'll see you in Toronto.

It's a good thing I found him
before he found you.

You do recognize him, don't you?

He certainly recognized you.

Where did he see me?

You're in the papers, kid.

It's not every day one
of your kind becomes a coroner.

What did he want with me?

He wanted that five grand
you took from him

from that hustle back in Boston.

That was my cut.

Well, that ain't the story
hewas telling.

Now, be a big girl.
Let's do what's right here.

And what is it
that you think is right?

I'm gonna need that bullet.

No.

They can match bullets to guns
now.

I read about it.

That does not change my answer.

I wasn't asking a question, kid.

The detective has already seen
the body.

Where exactly am I to tell him
it went?

That's for you to figure out.

Now give it to me.

You know, you really
should be thanking me.

Nurse, make sure these
are filed away properly.

Right away, Doctor.

I think he's doing very well.

Uh, you two...
I have a proposition for you.

I've been asked to organize
a surgery seminar

at the London Medical College.

I'd like you two to lead it.

Haven't you been asked to?

I don't have the privilege of
leaving the hospital for a week.

I have many surgeries.

We will reschedule them.

And obligations at home.

This is a great opportunity,
Doctor.

A female instructor?

I fear the students
may be displeased.

Let them be.

Dr. Dixon can keep them in line
if necessary.

This may be a new frontier
for a female surgeon.

You wouldhave a lot to teach
them, Doctor, female or not.

You two
are the future of medicine

in this city... in this country.

And it's better to look
to the future than the past.

The dead man in the alley
was a Walter Kingman.

Had a reputation in Boston
as a confidence man.

You discovered all this
through the man's tailor?

Memorable man, apparently.

The tailor made two dozen suits
for him as samples

to start a mail-order business
across New England.

Kingman took the suits,
left him with a phony check.

Then presumably this tailor
wasn't his only victim.

Not to hear him tell it, sir.

Then there's no shortage
of people

who may have wanted
this Mr. Kingman dead.

He could have bilked someone
here in Toronto, sir.

Or his past has caught up
to him.

Sir, have you ever considered
an automobile

or... perhaps
an automobile service?

- Lincoln.
- The hell do you want?

The same as last time...
You off the streets.

Parker, isn't it?

Seems like you didn't do
a very good job last time.

No.

But this time, I'm a cop.

No bullet.

What?
Are you quite sure?

Of course.

I don't recall there being
an exit wound.

There was.

Have you found anything else?

It was a small-caliber weapon.
A pistol.

Close range.

Other than that, all I can
tell you is he is dead.

I've done nothing wrong!

- We both know that's a lie.
- What's going on?

I locked up a criminal,
Inspector.

- What's the charge?
- Theft and fraud.

The coppers in Pittsburgh
would be very pleased.

This isn't Pittsburgh.
What's he done here?

I-I don't know yet.
But I'll find something.

That's not how we do things,
Mr. Parker.

You find something first,
then you arrest him.

- I'm telling you, that...
- I don't care.

By the book.
End of story.

Thank you, sir.

It is a pleasure to deal with
a real policeman

and a gentleman.

Don't push it.

Let him out, Constable.

This isn't over.

Oh, I-I was hoping you could
go over Miss Hart's findings.

She claims a small-caliber
bullet went through the body,

but I never saw any blood
on his back.

Are you sure you checked?

N-No.

And Detective Watts assures me
that he never got a look.

All right.
Well, tomorrow?

I have something
to take care of at work.

Uh, how did the surgery go?

Wonderful.
I saved a man's life.

Can I ask you a question?

All right.

Are you always this good

at everything
that you try your hand at?

We have the same level
of expertise.

I could ask the same of you.

Okay.
Go ahead.

Are you always this good
at everything you try?

Yes, I am.

I think that we bring out
the best in each other, Julia.

Ah! Thank you.
And that's for you.

Signed copy.

Could be worth something
one day.

So it's worth nothing right now?

You're welcome.
Unbelievable.

Don't speak.

- What is this? Who are you?
- I said don't speak.

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Follow me.

I've already released the body.

But it's been less
than 48 hours.

My work was complete.
My report was thorough.

All unclaimed bodies
were collected today.

Mr. Kingman was among them.

It's a little fast,
but releasing unclaimed bodies

to the city for burial
is standard procedure.

Assuming you've completed
your full report, Miss Hart.

Of course.

I have photographs
of everything relevant.

You're welcome to examine them
at any time.

Ah.
Visualizing.

- What?
- Hmm?

Another MacAuley.

Yes.
Do you think he's any good?

Whoever's taking his paintings
clearly thinks so.

Look at this.

It's a woman's hair comb.

Indeed it is.

There's no children,
and the wife says it's not hers.

The housekeeper
doesn't recognize it either.

Leaving us
with two possibilities...

One, a mistress...

What, him?

Uh, he claimed not to have one,
but men do lie.

The man's 80 if he's a day.

The human's capacity
to procreate declines with age,

but the desire for intimacy
never fades.

Yes.
I suppose that's true.

Are you unmarried, Detective?

Widowed.

Oh.
I'm sorry.

Me too.

What's the other possibility?

I think you already know.

This belongs to our thief.

In which case,
we may be looking for a woman.

Always an enjoyable pursuit.

I'm telling you, the man
is crooked through and through.

If he's in Toronto,
it's for something nefarious.

- But you don't know that.
- No.

Then I'm afraid
the inspector is right.

We can't arrest him unless
he actually does something.

In Pittsburgh, a scam went wrong
and he left a mark dead.

Then why isn't he in prison?

They couldn't prove it.

Do you know anything
about a Walter Kingman?

Uh, no.
I-I don't recognize the name.

Another confidence man.

Turned up dead, murdered,
the night before last.

Confidence men change
their identities

as often as most men change
their suits.

Most men.

Indeed.

Well, if you don't recognize
the name,

then perhaps you'll recognize
his face.

I have more than one suit,
you know.

They just... look similar.

Yeah.

Yes.
I've seen him.

Where?

I can't remember.

He wasn't anyone important.
Just a low-level trickster.

Mr. Kingman was from Boston.

Could have been.

But if Mr. Lincoln is in town,

my bet is there's a connection
between those two.

They're both
from different cities.

And they're here
at the same time.

These type of men run
in the same circles.

Maybe one of them stepped
on another's mark.

We need to have a word
with Mr. Lincoln.

Your boss let him go.

Because you didn't have cause
to hold him.

I'll find him.

What do you want with me?

I just want to talk, George.

My name is Amelia,
and I am a fan of yours.

Well, I'm... I'm glad.

Is it really necessary
that I'm tied up like this?

I want to talk
about Pearl Smythe.

Who?

Pearl.
She's in your book.

Oh.

You call her... Rhoda...
"Aunt Rhododendron."

Um, but it is
most certainly her.

Well, I don't know this Pearl,
and Aunt Rhoda i-isn't real.

- My book is a work...
- Of course she's real.

You've said the book
is based on your life.

That means you know her.

So... you can help me find her.

I'm sorry.
I really don't think I can.

You have to.

She's my mother.

Your boss told you
to leave me alone.

My boss told me
not to arrest you.

I can ask you
what I damn well please.

And I can damn well ignore it.

- Walter Kingman... You know him?
- So what if I do?

What exactly are you gonna do
about it?

Answer the question.

I thought you people
didn't even like the coppers.

But then again, you ain't even
a real copper, are you?

- I'm real enough.
- I'm finished with you.

No, you're not.

You killed him, didn't you?

- Kingman.
- So what if I did?

There ain't nothing you can do
to me.

Hey! Break it up!
Enough!

- Aah!
- Come on!

- You're going to the cells.
- So is he!

I didn't do nothing.
That man attacked me.

What are you doing?!
He's a criminal! I'm a copper!

Let's go.

Here we are.

What happened with the man
in the alley?

Detective Murdoch took the case.

Has the killer been found?

Not yet.

Anyone ask how you came across
the body?

I said I came across it
on my own.

It's not going to be pertinent.

There's no need to worry.

So long as we're discreet,
no one will ever learn about us.

The people you work with
already know about me.

And they don't about me.

And we will endeavor
to keep it that way.

Detective!

Detective Edwards.

I haven't seen you in here
before.

Nor I you.
Friend of yours?

Uh, Jack Walker.

- Ah. Butcher.
- Indeed.

Mind if I join you boys?

I assumed you would.

Yes.

Mm.
Ah.

It's true.

The character was based
on a real person.

But my Aunt Rhoda...

Rhododendron is not
her real name.

I-I never even knew
her real name.

Well, now you do.
It is Pearl Smythe.

Well, even if that's true,
I-I can't help you to find her.

I don't... I haven't even...

Enough of your excuses.

You will help me find her

or you're not leaving this room
alive.

All right.
All right.

I'll... I'll tell you
everything I know about her.

That's all I can promise.

Thank you, George.

And I'm sorry about the...

Sometimes I just get
a-a little bit... unhinged.

A Negro.
In your employ.

Here!

W-Well, unofficially.

Are you kidding me, Tom?

As if thatis an excuse?

- Well, we pay him out of...
- I don't care.

He's a Negro.

Running around
identifying himself

as a member
of this constabulary.

I could fire you for this, Tom.

Sir, there's no reason...

I have plenty of reason,
by your own admission.

If you want to retain
your position, make this right.

Immediately.

Where is he?

Sir, this was my idea.

If I could speak
with the chief constable...

Forget it.

That fool arrested me
and let Lincoln go.

Oh.

This is it.

Parker...

Am I free to go now?

You are a good policeman.

Just not a good enough
human being.

Are you quite sure
we couldn't make...

He's gone, Murdoch.

It's unjust.

It's the way of the world.

Well, it's wrong.

You're going away for a week?

In London.
Yeah.

I-Is this a significant
opportunity?

Very much so,
for both myself and Dr. Dixon.

Dr. Dixon?

Dr. Forbes wants the two of us
to run the seminar together.

This isn't a good time, Julia.

I need your help examining
Miss Hart's findings.

William, I think you're becoming
a little obsessed

with Violet Hart.

One could say the same
about you and Dr. Dixon.

He's a colleague.

Are you forbidding me to go?

You are your own person.

Make your own choice.

I don't know why we couldn't
have this conversation

in a nice lounge.

Just answer the questions, sir.

Well, the answer is

I am very familiar
with Mr. MacAuley's work.

We understand it has increased
in value

since his death some months ago.

I understand the same.

I know there are people
clamoring to obtain an original.

And have any gone up
for sale of late?

None that I'm aware of.

Not even on the black market?

Those who have MacAuleys
are not eager to give them up.

So who wants one
and can't get one?

Uh, or wants several.

I can think of two or three men
who have inquired.

What about women?

Oh.
Well... no, not that I know of.

Did you know MacAuley himself?

I'd met him.

Was he married, engaged,

any women prominent in his life?

I can't say I know.

But I can ask around.

Thank you, Mr. Germaine.

Any time.

It was nice seeing you
the other evening, Detective.

Oh.
You as well.

You see, my mother left me
when I was only 6 years old.

And it was the same summer
that she arrived in your life.

And that's how I know
it must be her.

Well, perhap...

Perh... Perhaps I could have
a drink of water.

Of course.
And I'll make some tea as well.

I'm sorry about what's happened.

Is that why you asked me here?

You were fighting
with Mr. Lincoln.

Now, if you know anything...

I don't have to share it
with you.

A man is dead.
Tell me what you know.

Look, the inspector
didn't want to fire you.

At least he got you
out of the cells.

And I should be grateful
for that?

We are not your enemy.

I don't know who you are.

And I don't care.

Parker.

College.

It seems so long ago.

It's only two years.

Makes me feel young again.

You areyoung.

Yes, but not at heart,
not like you.

Shall we?

Here you are.

Are... Are you trying to escape?

No.

How... How could you?

- I trusted you.
- No, no, no, no, no, no!

Aah!

Good work, McNabb.
We'll make a copper of you yet.

Sir.

I'm convinced Parker
knows something.

You don't think he's involved?

Only so much as he seems to have
a personal stake in this case.

I believe he intends to prove

that this Lincoln
has committed murder.

Of the man in our morgue.

Of the man long since buried
by the city,

thanks to Miss Hart.

I'd like to speak
with this Lincoln.

Have a seat.

Tread carefully, Murdoch.

Sir, it's not like you
to fear...

Margaret's sister
is in dire straits.

Normally that wouldn't be
a problem.

But we're stretched pretty thin
ourselves at the moment.

I-I didn't realize.

I can't lose my job.
I can't afford to.

Look, Murdoch.
Go home.

Spend the night with the wife.

We'll look into Lincoln
tomorrow.

Julia is out of town
at the moment.

London.

Working hard, no doubt.

I've never had as much fun
as I did in Vienna.

Oh, Vienna.
Remarkable.

- Although I prefer Paris.
- Have you been?

Oh, yes.
I lived there for a year.

Near the Jardin des Plantes.

I didn't know that.

Oh, there's lots you don't know
about me yet, Julia.

Mm.
Your song was lovely.

Oh. Thank you.
I could always use a vocalist.

- Do you sing?
- Oh, I couldn't possibly.

Come on.
I'm sure your voice is lovely.

If you insist, Julia.

What are we going to do?

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

♪ Let me hear you whisper
that you love me too ♪

♪ Keep the love light glowing
in your eyes so true ♪

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

♪ Let me hear you whisper
that you love me too ♪

♪ Keep the love light glowing
in your eyes so true ♪

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

This Parker is becoming
a problem.

I'm sure you can handle it.

He fancies himself
a man of the law.

Not anymore, as far as I know.

Well, you know him, don't you?

Not well.

Go and see him.

Tell him there are matters
better left undisturbed

if he knows what's good for him.

And if I don't?

I think you know
what's at stake.

Really, I'm very sorry, George.

But I... had no choice.

You understand that, don't you?

Yes.
Of course.

I'll tell you...
I'll tell you everything I know.

Good.

Your mother was a lovely person.

She took care of me
as if I were her own son.

Well, I know that.

She was capable of such love
and affection, wasn't she?

Till she ran off
to become a whore.

Look, many of my aunts
did have... male visitors.

But... your mother never did.

You mother was more of a...
She was more of a caretaker...

Toward me,
toward my other aunts.

If I said differently
in my book,

that was a-a flight of fancy.

She really was
a wonderful woman.

Really?

Tell me more.

Miss Hart.
You wanted to talk to me.

I understand you're looking
for John Lincoln.

Are you comfortable here?

No.
But neither are they.

Then why?

'Cause this is one of
the finest lounges in the city,

and I belong here.

Mr. Lincoln didn't kill
that man.

How can you be sure?

The bullet didn't match his gun.

I thought the bullet was lost.

It was.
And then it was found.

Murdoch could have mentioned it.

Mr. Parker, those people
are not your friends.

Did you really think
they would stand up for you?

People like us are expendable.

If we're not perfect,

that's all the excuse they need
to dispose of us.

That's why we have to protect
ourselves.

For you, it's too late.

You have one choice.

Get out of here.
Leave all of this behind.

As soon as I speak with Lincoln.

It isRobert, isn't it?

Yes.

Stay for a drink.

Looks like a fella
who had too much.

Let's see what he has on him,
shall we?

You'll need to inform
the inspector.

I'll call for Miss Hart as well.

Henry, let's not notify
Miss Hart just yet.

Sir?

Just cover him up and don't
let anyone touch a thing.

Did you see anything else?

Just him dead.

You think he'll be needing
those shoes?

Get them out of here.
Now.

It isn't your fault, sir.

There is no way either of us
could have known...

That's rubbish, and you know it.

He wouldn't have accepted
our help even if we...

If this Lincoln did it,
then it's our fault.

Well, my fault.

We don't know that he did.

How did he die?

Miss Hart hasn't examined
the body yet.

Why not?

Sir, I would prefer

that the postmortem be performed
by Dr. Ogden.

And if it is to be Miss Hart,

then at least one or both of us
should be present.

What for?

Because I don't trust her.

Why the bloody hell not?

Sir, last year, when John
was under investigation,

she was responsible
for the evidence

that forced us to suspect
your son of murder.

Responsible how?

She placed a bullet fragment
from John's gun into the wound.

She framed him?
My son?

I don't know that she knew
it was John's gun,

but she did tamper
with evidence.

How sure are you?

I can't prove it.

But I believe she's mixed up
in this.

Uh, could you repeat that?

The removal of the appendix is
a relatively simple procedure.

Have you ever done it yourself?

I have... more than once.

And they let you?

The majority of patients

are more concerned
with expertise than gender.

And Dr. Ogden

is one of the most capable
surgeons in our province.

You should all be grateful
to be learning from her,

as I have been.

Yes, he was here.

Was he with anyone?

Uh, a colored woman.

She was the one
buying the drinks.

Would you accompany me
to the station house?

I'm hoping you can help me
identify this woman.

Of course.

That could be very helpful.

Detective, thank you
for joining me.

We have a proper lead,
courtesy of Mr. Germaine.

Oh?

It has been brought
to my attention

that one of the MacAuleys
has come up for auction.

We believe it to be
one of the stolen ones.

And who's selling the painting?

It's supposed to be anonymous.

But in the art world, there is
no such thing as anonymous.

A woman named Stella Davenport.

Well, I must be off.

Is...
Is... Is George Crabtree about?

I'd like to pay him my regards.

He's off on travels
at the moment.

Pity.

Bit of a fruit case.

I believe the word
is "cultured."

Is that what they're calling it
now?

I don't know about you,
Detective,

but I would very much like
to speak with Miss Davenport.

And I think I know exactly where
she possibly could be.

With me, Detective.

Oh, Watts.

I thought I should inform you...

I recalled a rumor,
and it turns out to be true.

That friend of yours,
the butcher.

He was, uh, picked up by our
station house a few years ago

for suspicious
homosexual behavior.

I did not know that.

No charges.
I don't know the details.

But not exactly the sort

with whom one wants to be
associated, hmm?

I will take that
under advisement.

The body of Robert Parker

will be delivered to the morgue
shortly.

Why was I not called
to the scene?

It is my job to examine a body
at the scene of death.

And it is mine to ensure
the integrity

of a murder investigation.

I'll be along shortly.

And do not proceed
with your postmortem

until I arrive, Miss Hart.

As you wish.

Sir?

That's her.

Thank you.

The last time I saw her
was that autumn.

She'd found an opportunity
working as a...

as a seamstress in Halifax.

We had a little farewell party
to see her off,

and that was the last time
I saw her.

Halifax?

Yes.
I think so.

That's where I was.

That's where she abandoned me.

All right. No.
I must be mistaken.

No, no. S-She went back
to the same town.

She didn't even bother to find
her own daughter.

All right. Look.
St... Stop. Look.

I... Your mother
never went to Halifax.

I-I'm sorry.
I lied.

Why?

Because I can't help you,
Amelia.

I can't help you find
your mother.

She's dead.

This willtake some time,
you know.

I know.

Much faster if you weren't here.

I'm sure you're adept at working
under pressure, Miss Hart.

Thank you so much.

See you next time.

Stella Davenport?

Yes?

Detectives Watts and Edwards.

Uh, we need to speak with you
about your fiancé.

What for?

You stole some of his paintings.

- I did no such thing.
- No?

Well, then it must be
a coincidence

that two nights ago
we found a comb

dropped by the thief at
the scene of one of the thefts.

How is that a coincidence?

Miss Davenport is about
to purchase a comb herself.

You don't understand.
Those paintings belong to us.

Us?

Philipe and I.

Philipe MacAuley.

He's dead.

No.
He is still very much alive.

There's no good time
to say this,

so I may as well tell you now...

We may not be working together
much longer.

- Oh?
- Yes.

I've been offered
another position

as head of surgery at a hospital
in British Columbia.

Oh, congratulations.

You're not thinking
of turning it down?

There are certain things it
would pain me to leave behind.

But head of surgery...

Yes.

I suppose I'll have to make the
best of what time I have left.

He was poisoned.

With what?

I'm reluctant to say.

Why is that?

I need to do more tests
to confirm my hypothesis.

I can have another doctor
perform the postmortem again.

You will not be able to hide
the truth, Miss Hart.

I suspect it was phenol.

Used in preserving dead bodies.

A substance of which there is
plenty in this very room.

What are you suggesting?

Your arrogance has caught up
with you, Miss Hart.

The owner of the bar you were at
last night has identified you.

You were with Mr. Parker in the
last place he was seen alive,

moments before his death.

You fed him drinks,
and you poisoned him.

Violet Hart, you are hereby
charged with the murder

of Robert Parker.

Are you certain?

I've told you everything I know.

We could all lose our jobs
and more.

I know, sir.

You'd best be sure.

I intend to be.

Dr. Dixon.
It's late.

I'm sorry
if this is inappropriate.

Are you?

Let it go.

Hello?

Julia, I'm sorry.
I hope I didn't wake you.

William. You didn't.

I need you to come back
to Toronto immediately.

- I know...
- It's all right.

I'll be on the next train.

I'll...

I'll be here when you get back.