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Hello?

Hello?

Is someone there?

Who is it?

No one. It's just music.

What do you mean, music?

Someone is fooling with you.

Why don't you come join me
back on the chesterfield?

- Your mind is always on one thing.
- Whatever else would it be on?

Now, where were we?

I can't stop thinking
about that telephone call.

Who cares about that?

What matters is that
you and I are together.

That and the fact that
your parents are away.

It was just strange, that's all.

I'll go make us some tea.

I'd like some milk in mine, Perry.

There's a little in the ice box.

Perry?

Yes.

Did you want something?

If you're here for a trick or
treat, Halloween is tomorrow.

What are you doing?

What have you, George?

Sir, Irene Robbins,
seventeen years of age.

The family's away for the week.

That's a considerable amount of blood.

Footprints.

Yes, sir. The photographer's on his way.

She died of multiple stab wounds

to the sternum and abdomen.

By the looks of it, several
of them would have been fatal.

Suggesting she was killed in anger.

And based on the angle of the wounds,

he was likely left-handed.

Well, very good, Mrs. Hart.

Any sign of the murder weapon?

Sir, there's a knife right over here.

She was home alone?

Ah, no, sir. Her sweetheart is here:

Perry Balfour. He was attacked, also,

but his injuries are relatively minor.

Mr. Balfour, is it?

I'm Detective Murdoch of
the Toronto constabulary.

It's him.

The clown, he's back.

There were rumours

about a clown who would terrorize
the students after school.

- What school?
- Jarvis Collegiate.

Did he attack them?

Not that I heard.

He would follow them home,
appear in the night, scare them.

But not kill them.

I don't know.

I only started at Jarvis in the spring.

Back then people would
tell stories about him,

but no one had seen him
since last Halloween.

So, you've never actually
seen him yourself?

No. Not until tonight.

Right. Tell me what happened exactly.

I was in the water closet.

I heard Irene scream. I ran out and...

she was...

He had a knife. I...

There was blood everywhere.

What did you do?

I stopped him.

I got the knife away from
him, but it was too late.

So, he stabbed at you
when you confronted him?

- Yes.
- So, there was no sign of

an intruder inside the house
before you heard Irene scream?

No.

But there was a phone call.

Telephone call? Who?

It was just music, carnival music.

Mr. Balfour, where exactly
did your altercation

- with the killer take place?
- Right over there.

Right by where Irene is.

So, you wrested the knife
from the killer there?

He was about to stab me,

so I grabbed his hand.
He twisted me around

and tried to bring
the knife to my throat.

I was able to hold him
off, but he sliced my arm.

So, he was behind you, then?

And he would have used his right hand?

Yes.

So, what's all this then, Watts?

It's Halloween, Inspector.

I've decided to partake in a festivity.

So, we're celebrating
pagans now, are we?

I've always liked the pagans.

They're less pious than the Christians.

Ah, Watts.

- Are you carving a jack-o-lantern?
- I am.

And it is coming quite naturally to me.

They're two for a nickel at
the stand 'round the corner,

if you'd like to try your hand.

I believe some of the
lads intend to join in.

We'll make a contest of it.

What's the prize?

Art is its own reward.

Sounds like a waste of
a good pumpkin to me.

Save the guts. Margaret
likes to roast the seeds.

To roast them, sir? What for?

To eat, Crabtree!

To eat?

Seeds?

The survivor, Perry Balfour,

claims he fought with the attacker.

He tells a story of a
right-handed assailant,

but we believe the
killer to be left-handed.

- He's lying?
- He may be.

- Meaning what?
- Well, sir, taking all things into consideration,

we have to entertain the possibility

that he may be the killer.

He's the one dressing up as a clown?

Well, aside from his account,

we have no reason to
believe there is a clown.

He did claim there was a
clown lurking around last year.

At Jarvis, before he started
there. We're looking into it.

What makes no sense to my mind is why.

Why would anybody
think clowns are funny?

- Eh?
- Oh, sir!

The hideous makeup,
the bizarre clothing,

a sense of humour that,
quite frankly, sirs,

is probably warping the minds of
an entire generation of children.

Sirs.

I attempted to locate the source
of the phone call, as you requested.

We found this at a phone bank in a hotel

a block away from the murder.

The music from the phone call.

The phone bank, you say?

Yes. With the receiver off the hook.

How far away from the house?

Two minutes. Maybe less.

That fits Balfour's account
of the call and the murder.

Did anyone see who left it?

No, sir. The attendant
didn't see a thing.

What kind of idiot
doesn't remember a clown

waltzing into a phone bank?

Well, sir, it is Halloween.

That's why I despise
this holiday, Higgins.

Lunatics walking the streets.

It seems bizarre to me, sir.

When you're done with an apple,

- you wouldn't roast the seeds and eat them.
- Detective, Constable,

what can you tell me
about last night's murder?

- How did you hear of it?
- An anonymous tip.

The investigation is ongoing.

We can tell you nothing
beyond that, Miss Cherry.

That's a shame.

If you're looking for the clown,

you might want to avail
yourself of my help.

You know about the clown?

Last Halloween I wrote an article

about a mysterious
clown stalking teeners

- at Jarvis Collegiate.
- Teeners?

Slang for youth in their teenage years.

That's a silly word.

It should be...

- a clown terrorizing teena...
- Teen-age-sters.

... students last Halloween?

- According to the members at The Lit, yes.
- The Lit?

Slang for the literary and
debating club at Jarvis.

They're the ones the clown was stalking.

"Sinners."

What does this have
to do with the clown?

He took the photos.

Stalking teeners engaging
in promiscuous behaviour,

taking their photos
and distributing them.

- In order to what? Shame the students?
- Obviously.

You think this is appropriate behaviour?

What, they're nearly adults.

They should be able to do as they please

without having their
goings-on exposed to the world.

Anyone engaging in disgraceful liaisons

runs the risk of people finding out.

I can assure you that nothing like this

ever happened when I was in school.

The teeners have gone wild!

Who are the students in this photograph?

I don't know who the boy is,
but that's Heather Iverson.

Why does that sound familiar?

She took her own life

shortly after the
flyers were distributed.

Oh, that's right, terribly tragic.

Shot herself with her
father's gun, I believe?

So, the clown drove this
girl to take her own life?

And has now turned to murder.

Miss Cherry, do you
not feel at all guilty

for contributing to a
poor young girl's suicide?

I wrote the truth that
my readers demanded of me,

as I always do.

Thank you for your help, Miss Cherry.

Wait! I gave you that as a quid pro quo.

Tit for tat.

Tit for tat!

The wounds don't match the knife.

The knife that was
recovered at the crime scene?

- Correct.
- Are you quite sure?

The victim suffered eight
distinct stab wounds.

The weapon was a knife, two-inches
widest point by eight inches long.

This knife couldn't
have made those wounds.

So, Mr. Balfour is lying.

Yes, I lied.

- I'm so sorry.
- Tell me what actually happened, Mr. Balfour.

I was in the water
closet, that part was true.

I heard Irene scream.

When I came out, I saw them.

He was stabbing her and
she was fighting him.

She was still alive?

Yes.

What did you do?

Nothing.

I couldn't move. I swear I
wanted to. I couldn't move.

You watched as she was being murdered

and you did nothing?

You then cut your own arm
with an ordinary kitchen knife

to bolster your fabricated
story of heroics.

Yes.

I'm a coward. I'm nothing but a coward.

Did the attacker see you?

Yes.

He looked right at me.

I thought I was going
to die, but then...

He left.

The boy seems to be
telling the truth now.

But why would the killer let him live?

Perhaps so he could
tell of what happened?

To perpetuate the legend of the clown?

What are you doing back
there? Why can't I come in?

It's a surprise!

Whoever this clown is, he seems to
be motivated by puritanical beliefs.

The flyer and the photograph were
meant to instill fear and shame.

Perhaps the motive for
the murder is the same?

Well, strong religious convictions

can motivate extreme acts.

Perhaps he believes

he's saving these
students from damnation?

But to kill?

To commit such an act of evil himself.

It seems irrational to us, yes,

but perhaps not to him.

I'm only glad he wasn't
around when I was at school.

So, what do you think?

You're wearing that
to the party tonight?

Well, yes, I'll wear whatever
I please to the party tonight.

Well, yeah. It's...
it's just that, uh...

Aren't costumes meant to be frightening?

Yes, but frightening
costumes are so unattractive.

I just, I thought I'd
try something more fun.

You're a witch.

A seductive witch.

Now it's time for your costume.

- Don't be afraid! It's not as tight as it looks.
- Ouch!

Leigh?

Leigh, where have you gotten to?

Donovan, can you answer it, please?

Iverson residence.
Donovan Kent speaking.

Hello?

Hello?

What in the world?

Leigh! Where are you?

I'll be right there!

I eagerly await your return.

I look good tonight.

You, too, rarely tell
me how good I look.

What is this?

What do you want?

Who are you?

It's you.

Toronto Constabulary...

- Miss Cherry.
- Hello, gentlemen.

We received a call about a disturbance.

Miss Cherry, might I ask
what you're doing here?

Don't worry. I didn't touch a thing.

After you refused to give me
any information about the murder,

I decided to revisit my old sources
from last year's clown incidents.

This young man was one of your sources?

No. I believe this is Donovan Kent.

He was the sweetheart of the poor girl

who killed herself last
year. This is her house.

She and her sister
were two of my sources.

- So, he doesn't live here?
- No. I don't know why he's here.

Is there anyone else in the house?

I don't believe so.

Two brandy glasses.

George, have a look around.

- See if anyone left in any sort of hurry.
- Sir.

Miss Cherry, how did
you come to be inside?

I noticed from the road
that the door was ajar.

Then I heard someone, a
man's voice, say, "It's you."

As if he recognized the killer?

Then I heard a scream and
by the time I was inside,

the clown was fleeing
through the back door.

My guess is it's a fellow student,

perhaps another member of The Lit.

Whoever it was seems
to have lost a shoe.

Hello?

Hello?

Is there somebody in there?

Oh!

- Don't hurt me.
- Toronto Constabulary!

Don't move.

What are you doing in there?

- Hiding!
- Why?

Why do you think?

This is my house.

I heard a scream.

I came in from the kitchen and I saw...

The clown...

The knife, the blood.

I think Donovan was already dead.

And what did you do?

I ran and I hid in the closet.

Were your parents not at home?

They're visiting my
aunt in St. Catharines.

I'm sorry to bring this
up, Miss Iverson, but, uh...

Is this your sister?

Heather. Yes.

She took her own life?

Last year.

I'm so sorry.

- What happened?
- That happened.

She committed suicide
because of the shame

that was brought upon her?

Who is the boy in the photo?

Donovan.

The same young man who
was killed in your home?

Well, yes, but...

It had nothing to do with Heather.

And Donovan was so
distraught after she...

It was our grief that
brought us together.

You were sweethearts?

Could one of your classmates
be responsible for this?

For killing him?

- No.
- You haven't noticed anyone

acting strangely at school?

I haven't noticed anything, but...

but the costume, I think
I've seen the costume before.

Where?

I believe it was in a school play.

Something the matter, Detective?

Yes. Look at these.

The jack-o-lanterns?

They look quite nice.

Indeed. Precisely.

Every melon-fisted
constable in the stationhouse

has a defter touch than I.

I'm afraid it is time for me
to bow out of my own contest.

- A contest?
- Indeed.

Care to participate?

Perhaps I'll try my hand.

- I'm rather good with a knife.
- Ah.

The shoe we found at the
scene of the second murder

is a match for the
bloody footprint we found

at the scene of the first.

Isn't it obvious? It's
a killer clown, Murdoch.

What have you got there, sir?

Pumpkin seeds.

I've told you, Crabtree.
Margaret's been roasting them.

The only good thing to come out
of this All Hallow's nonsense.

Now, then, my next question is:

Why were these children all
home alone without chaperones?

- Teeners, sir.
- What?

They are not children, not
yet adults. They're teeners.

The parents in both of the
instances were out of town.

We're working on contacting them now.

Any thoughts on as to why
they were being targeted?

- They're a bit fibrous.
- Eh?

The pumpkin seeds, sir.
They're a bit fibrous.

- They could use some flavour.
- They're salted.

That's flavour enough. Right, Murdoch?

The killer seems to be acting
on the same puritanical motive

that drove him to stalk and photograph

this same group of students last year.

And now he's graduated to murder.

Indeed. Although I have no explanation

as to why he only
killed one of the victims

- in each of the attacks.
- One boy and one girl.

And nothing that links them
to the two that were killed?

Not as yet.

And all the students were
members of the same club?

The Lit, sir. An academic society.

Well, let's get a
list of the membership.

And we'll station a
constable at the house

of anyone we think was up to
a bit of how's your father?

Sir, what's on these ones?

That's the ruined batch.

Margaret was making a pumpkin pie.

She spilled spices all over that lot.

Ooh. Nutmeg!

Sir, I think they're fantastic.

They're bloody awful is
what they are, Crabtree.

Now, how do we catch
this clown, Murdoch?

Well, I do have one idea.

Miss Iverson gave me
the name of a young lady

who is the president of the
drama club at the school.

Perhaps she knows something
about this costume?

Thank you, Miss Porter.

Head of the drama club, are you?

- Yes.
- Very good.

Miss Porter, did any of your shows

employ the use of a clown costume?

Ah, yes. We did Pagliacci
about two years ago.

Oh. Where might we find those?

I'm not sure.

Uh, but the costumes from each show

should be organized together
and every hanger's labelled.

Did you know the deceased?
Mr. Kent and Miss Robbins?

A little. We were all
in The Lit together.

So, you know what happened
last fall, at Halloween.

Did you see the clown?

No. I'm not that kind of girl.

What kind of girl?

The kind of girl the clown would
need to be taking pictures of.

Meaning you don't spend time with boys?

Perhaps with a chaperone,
not like those other girls.

Do you agree with what the clown did?

Taking those photos
and showing them round?

Sure. We all did.

Somebody had to do something.

Heather Iverson, the
girl who killed herself.

She was running around
with boys like some Jezebel.

It's no small wonder
she lost all her friends.

And what of the boy
in the photo, Mr. Kent?

Did he receive the same treatment?

Well, there were rumours it was him,

but nobody cares what boys do.

I'm not so sure that's
true, Miss Porter.

'Course it is, Murdoch.

When I was a young man, I
got away with bloody murder.

Metaphorically, of course.

Well, that may be so,
sir, but, in this case,

someone cared enough about what
Mr. Kent was up to to kill him.

Ah, here we are, Murdoch.

Colombina...

Taddeo... Pagliacci.

Miss Porter, who else
has access to this room?

The drama teacher, Mr. Douglas.

He's the faculty member
who presides over The Lit.

Sir!

Mr. Douglas is nowhere to be found.

He may be on the run.

- We don't know that yet, George.
- Well, sir, we found these.

That's the picture from the flyer.

And there's more, sir.
He has a set up in there,

much like you do in your office

with the one red light, but
otherwise the room is dark.

- A...
- Darkroom.

Uh, that's it.

It's him, George. He's the clown.

We have to notify the public.

I'll get a description out
to the inspector and the lads.

It seems we'll be working
late tonight, George.

I'll have to notify Julia
that I won't be able to attend

the neighbours' fancy costume party.

You hardly seem disappointed, sir.

I am not.

Stay home?

Sir, isn't the clown killing
people in their homes?

Only when the parents
are out gallivanting.

Yes, well, I think your
directive may have been

- issued too late, Inspector.
- Eh?

We just received a report
of a group of youngsters

causing a disturbance
down on Queen Street.

Halloween gets worse every year.

Get to work on checking
those fingermarks, Crabtree.

When we find Douglas, I
want him to swing for this.

Sir.

Well, good night, George.

Night, Henry. Happy
Halloween. Any plans?

I think Ruthie wants to take Jordan
to ask for tricks and treats. You?

Uh, I'm going to match
fingermarks on this shoe

to those of Mr. Douglas
we obtained in his home.

- Festive.
- Indeed.

Ah, try not to be
murdered by a killer clown.

Will somebody answer that?

Am I the only one here?

Station House Four.

Higgins?

I know you found that music
box. If this is you, I'll...

Operator.

Yes, operator? This
is Station House Four.

I have a call on my other telephone.

I need you to tell me
where it's coming from.

I beg your pardon?

I need to know who's making the
other call to the station house.

You would have just connected it.

Yes, but what do you mean?

Is this some kind of joke?

I assure you, ma'am, this is no joke.

It's a matter of police urgency.

I must know where that
call is coming from.

Constable, the call is coming
from inside the station house.

Who are you? Ah, no!

No!

It's not broken.

It's just a little bruised.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm sure I'm more shaken than hurt.

I only hope I never see
another clown as long as I live.

I can't imagine why the killer
would target you, George.

Until now, he's been focused
on a small group of students.

Sir, I haven't the faintest.

He still went through the
trouble of making the phone call.

Just like the other victims.

How did you manage to
fight him off, George?

Well, it was strange. There was a
moment he had me flat on my back.

I swear he could have
killed me and then...

He hesitated.

He let you live.

I think so, sir. It was just for a
moment, but I took advantage of it.

I put a boot into him and he ran off.

Well, if he didn't want to kill you...

- Sir?
- There you are.

Oh. Thank you, Doctor.

I'm sorry all this has interfered
with your fancy dress party.

- Oh.
- George.

- The shoe. It's gone.
- Oh, no.

That was the only piece of evidence

that would tie the
killer to the murders.

Sir, I found fingermarks on the shoe,

but I'd not yet compared
them to Mr. Douglas.

He knew you had the
evidence to hang him.

He came back to steal it.

We have to stop him
before he strikes again.

All right, then, you lot! Clear
off all you bloody crackpots.

Let the dogs see the rabbit.

Ah, Inspector!

Are you all right?

Is this some kind of
trick-or-treat prank?

No, it's not a damn prank!

- We're with the police. We're here to help.
- What happened?

- I was kidnapped.
- By whom?

Someone dressed as a clown.

What's your name, sir?

Roger Douglas.

Is that right?

We've been looking for you, Mr. Douglas.

It happened two nights ago.

I was home alone and

suddenly I felt like
someone was watching me.

I heard a sound in the
next room so I went to look,

but no one was there.

I turned 'round and...

- Someone hit you?
- Knocked me right out.

- Did you see who it was?
- I saw the costume.

- Pagliacci.
- The clown.

Next thing I knew, I was waking
up in a room with no windows.

- Tied up.
- Were you alone?

He came to check on
me a couple of times,

fed me some bread and milk.

And you managed to escape.

I worked my feet free from the ropes.

I was able to get close enough
to the door to kick it open.

From there I went up a few stairs

and stumbled out into the
street. That's when you found me.

Convenient this clown didn't
know much about tying ropes.

What do you mean?

Well, my men found the place

that you said you were being
held and there was nothing there.

No evidence of another party.

- Another party?
- The clown, Douglas. No sign of him.

What are you...

You think I kidnapped myself?

We know that you are
the clown, Mr. Douglas.

We found these in your home.

Along with more photos
of other students.

Yes, I took these.

- Last year.
- You dressed up and terrorized the kids?

Terrorized? I was warning them.

You wouldn't believe the things they do.

One of them had to leave
school because she was...

She had it taken care of.

What do you think will
happen to her soul?

I am doing the work of the Lord.

To keep them from a life of sin,

you decided they should
have no life at all.

- What?
- Irene Robbins and Donovan Kent.

- What about them?
- They're dead, Mr. Douglas.

You donned your clown costume
and stabbed them to death.

No. No!

No, I had nothing to
do with this. I swear!

Don't you see?

It's whoever kidnapped me.

Everything I did, I did
out of love for my students.

Someone else has the costume.

- Someone else is doing this.
- A second clown?

Excuse us if we remain skeptical.

I swear to you, I...

I have no idea what is going
on. I did not kill anyone.

Detective!

Is Detective Murdoch still in?

No, Miss Cherry. He's very busy
with the drama teacher fellow

and all that nasty
killer-clown business.

- Would you like some pie?
- The drama teacher.

- From Jarvis Collegiate?
- Hm.

He's the one that oversees The Lit.

Yes, yes. No, no, no! I was
not supposed to tell you that.

- Don't worry about it.
- But you won't print it.

'Course I'll print it.

- Tiring day, Detective?
- Something like that.

Perhaps this will raise your spirits.

My, my.

Look at the detail.

Ah, you sort of scratched...

- Uh! Is that? - A
self-portrait. Yes.

Well, let's leave it with the others

and I'm sure you'll be awarded
first prize in the morning.

Congratulations, Mrs. Hart.

Hmm.

- Do you believe him?
- Of course not.

He knew we were after
him, so he came up with

this kidnapping stunt
to give himself an alibi.

Right after he stole the shoe.

The one piece of evidence
that could have tied him

to at least one of the murders.

Sir, I was moments away from
confirming the fingermarks

- on the shoe were his.
- Precisely. Too bloody convenient.

So, it's your theory against his word.

An all-too-familiar
scenario.

Miss Porter. What brings you here?

Oh, I saw the papers and I got scared.

My parents went to visit
some friends in Newmarket

- for a few days and...
- You've been left home alone?

Yes. I'm awfully scared.

I can only imagine.

You'll be happy to know we
have a suspect in custody.

Are you sure?

How do you know? How do you
know who's behind that mask?

If it will make you feel better, you
could always stay here, in the cells.

William!

It's the safest place in the city.

If you're alone tonight,

- you're welcome to stay at our house.
- Thank you.

Yes. I-I think that would help.

Good. Come.

I have half a mind to
cook you for dinner.

Who are you? Show yourself, you coward!

Miss Cherry?

Miss Cherry, are you all
right? I heard screams!

Yes. Yes. Thank you. I'm all right.

Was that him?

I thought they caught the murderer?

They have the wrong man.

Sirs! Is Miss Cherry all right?

Mrs. Hart happened along
and the clown ran off.

So, this means that
Douglas is not the killer.

So, he really was kidnapped?

Presumably to frame him for the murders.

So, who is it then?

And why did they want
to kill Miss Cherry?

Well, sir, we assumed that the motive

was to stop the students from
engaging in carnal activity,

but that no longer holds.

Sirs, what if the motivation
wasn't about the carnal activity,

but the response to it?

The shaming.

Andrea Porter did state
that Heather Iverson

didn't kill herself only because
of the clown's photograph.

Also because of how her fellow
students shamed her for it.

Right. And two of our victims
are amongst those students,

- the ones who did the shaming.
- And perhaps Perry Balfour was left alive

because he was new to the school.

Whereas Miss Cherry went
off and published an article

that wasn't so much about the clown,

but about the promiscuity
of the teeners.

Teeners? Not you, as well, Crabtree!

Sir, I'm just trying to
keep up with the times.

That could be why Miss
Cherry was targeted.

Perhaps the anonymous
tip that she received

about the first murder
came from the killer himself

in order to draw her in.

But why would he want
to kill you two bugalugs?

But, sir, he didn't. He didn't
come for me. He came for the shoe.

We assume that Mr.
Douglas stole the evidence

in order to keep us from discovering

that he was the killer, when in fact

it was the killer who stole the evidence

in order to keep us from discovering

that Mr. Douglas was not the killer.

All right.

So someone's killing everyone
who shamed that poor girl.

- Who is it?
- And who's he going to go for next?

I can't believe this is happening.

Why can't those girls just
stop fooling around with boys?

You can't blame your classmates
for what's happened, Miss Porter.

They're the victims!

Well, if they acted like ladies,
none of this would be happening.

You get what you deserve in this life.

Hello?

Dr. Ogden?

Leigh Iverson?

You know why I did it.

It's obvious, isn't it?

- Revenge?
- Yes.

For what happened to your sister.

For what they did to my sister.

It's an unbearable pain
to lose someone you love.

I didn't do it because of my pain.

I did it for her.

Her friends turned on her,

acted like they never even knew
her, like she was worthless.

I watched her heart break.

And the worst part is,

deep down, she thought they were right.

And Donovan Kent?

No one cared what he'd done.

Even though he was the one
pressuring Heather to...

He was as cruel as the rest.

That's why I pretended to like him.

So you could kill him.

So I could watch him die.

I suppose now we know
why her shoe fell off;

little lady like that couldn't
possibly fit her costume.

Indeed. Everything seems to add up.

Ooh. Pumpkin spice seed. Revolting.

They're in my tea! Ruined a good cuppa.

I am so glad this day's over.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Sir.

Sir, I have to say I'm looking
forward to getting home myself.

It's nearly three
o'clock in the morning.

I've had to make coffee
to stay up this late.

George, I wonder if you
could do me a favour?

Could you please
escort Mr. Douglas home?

His name has made it into the paper

and the news of his exoneration
won't be out until morning.

- Sir, I'll see that he gets home safe.
- Thank you.

Maybe in coffee.

Ooh.

Miss Cherry, thank you for coming.

I admit, a call from you was
quite unexpected, Detective.

Especially this late at night.

At any rate, since you
yourself nearly became a victim,

I thought it only fitting
that you break the news.

Roger Douglas is innocent.

But you found the photos.

Last year's clown and not a killer.

It was Leigh Iverson.

- Leigh Iverson?
- Yes, she's confessed.

It seems the murders were
revenge for the shaming

endured by her late sister,

which is probably why
she sought to kill you.

But Constable Crabtree
found her inside the house.

The Iverson house.

Yes, she was hiding in the closet.

You saw her run out the back door.

She then returned back
through the same door

after hiding the clown costume.

A ruse to present herself as a victim.

Detective, I was by the
door the entire time.

No one came inside.

- Are you quite sure?
- There was a murderous clown on the loose.

If someone had come in
or out of that house,

I would have noticed.

All I know is that the
clown ran out the back door

and Leigh Iverson was in
the house the whole time.

Now, Mr. Douglas, you
can't leave the city.

- Charges may be forthcoming.
- I didn't kill anyone.

No and we apologize for the
delay in confirming as much.

What I did was right.

You took photographs of young
couples in intimate embrace.

I did it for them.

Good night, Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Douglas?

Mr. Douglas!

You! It can't be.

Who are you? What have you done?

Heather Iverson.

But you killed yourself.

God wouldn't take me.

So, you both did the killing together.

Of course.

How did you convince
everyone you were dead?

My parents were as
ashamed as everyone else.

When that picture started going
around, they took me out of school.

After I ended up like this, well...

Their shame only grew.

Suppose they thought it would be easier

if everyone thought that I didn't exist.

We told everyone she was dead.

And took her to an asylum
where she could rot away

for the rest of her life.

They said they never
wanted to look at her again.

They aren't away in St. Catharines
at your aunt's, are they?

They planned to.

But they didn't make
it out of the house.

Tell me where we can find their bodies.

We'll tell you.

But we have one request.

Hang us quickly.

We'd like to visit them in hell.

Well, Mrs. Hart, I think
there is little question

as to which is the
finest jack-o-lantern.

Thank you, Detective. What is my prize?

Oh! The best prize of all.
The honour and respect...

Oh, now, hang on a minute! What is this?

Ruthie made Jordan a Halloween costume.

Well, she had one made.

Well, I'm sorry, Mrs. Hart, but
I think we have a new winner.

What is going on?

Happy Halloween, William.

Halloween is over.

Yes, but I arranged these
lovely costumes for us

and we never got to wear them.

So, Halloween should last
one day longer just for you?

That's right.

Do you object?

I suppose I don't.

Good.

Then stop being such a stick in the mud

and try on the costume
that I had made for you.

Seductive detective.

Oh. But, Doctor,

I'm already wearing that costume.

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