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*MURDOCH MYSTERIES*
Season 15 Episode 12

Episode Title: "There's Something About Maryd"
Aired on: January 03, 2022.

Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary...

- Let's not...
- Let's not mix business and pleasure.

This isn't Amsterdam.

Does... Does everyone have
a glass?

'Cause I'd like to say a few words, please,
before you all get too rowdy in here.

Goodbye, Toronto.
Hello, New York.

I know you'll all join me in wishing Mary
the very best of luck,

Even though she won't need it.

D.W. Griffith will make her
the star she deserves to be.

- Mm-hmm! - Here, here!
- To Mary.

To Mary.

Hmm. Cheers.

- Bon voyage, Mary.
- Oh, thanks, John.

I'm going to miss you.

Sure you will.
But I'll be dining out on the time.

That I was leading man
to the great Mary pickford.

Come on, let's dance!

- They look like dancing trees.
- Yes, they do.

- Well done, Charlotte.
- Hmm.

Mary would be nowhere
without you.

- Well, the film deal's all Mary.
- Switch partners!

My daughter is as
bold as she is beautiful.

Hmm.

Berger has a bee in his bonnet.
Again.

- Most unattractive.
- Mm-hmm.

- You were dazzling in rehearsal today.
- Oh, John!

Do you think Mr. Scantage would put
our names onto the-the theatre marquee?

- Why not? We're playing the leads.
- Oh!

Come on, Mary, a quiet chat.
No histrionics, I promise.

What's the point, Blake?

Here's to the magnificent
Mary pickford!

Off to cheapen herself in
the flickers where she belongs.

Good riddance to her!
And her loathsome mother.

- Oh! - That's enough, Mr. Leavey.
- Bon voyage, Mary!

Mary, darling,
don't listen to him.

How are you feeling
this morning?

Honestly? Terrible.

If I stop eating, I feel ill,
but food is completely unappealing.

Well...
You could always stay home.

William, I'm going to work.

- Right. But rest is important.
- I'm going to work.

Alright.

Should we tell everyone?

Let's not just yet.

People are probably starting to
suspect something.

I'm running out of creative ways
of hiding it.

You could always become
a professional sign holder.

William!

It's locked.

Blake had a skinful last night,
but he still has a job to do.

- Did you check the stage door?
- Hmm.

Ah, thank god.

Mr. Scantage.

We found Blake.

Who is he?

Blake Berger.
The theatre stage manager.

We had a party for Mary pickford last
night. Blake stayed behind to lock up.

- Had Berger been drinking at the party?
- He had a few.

Well, more than a few,
to be honest.

Maybe he just took
a bit of a nasty tumble.

Not everyone can hold their
liquor like your father, son.

Sir...

The fall was no accident.

Mrs. Hart?

Ah. I believe he sustained
a broken neck.

And the bloody nose?

I will have some definitive answers for you
as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Sir.

We've rounded up
all the party-goers.

Higgins is taking
their fingermarks.

Alright. Let's see
what they have to say.

Did the two of you leave
the theatre together?

Yes.

We walked back to our
hotel at a quarter past ten.

Did the concierge see you?

No. The front desk
was already closed.

If that's all there is,
detective?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

- Ah.
- Ahem.

Blake was my right hand, the
glue holding the theatre together.

He was drunk last night.
Was that common?

More and more of late.

What time did you leave
the theatre?

Ten P.M.

I walked home to my room.

Did anyone see you?

No.
My landlady was already asleep.

Miss halliday, did you leave the theatre
at the same time as the others?

Um... Shortly before.
I went straight home.

Did anyone see you?

No. No, the woman I share my flat with
is visiting her mother in peterborough.

- Who was this uninvited guest?
- Percy leavey.

He was a director
at the theatre until

Mary's mother had him fired
a couple months ago.

What prompted that?

Charlotte thought that he insulted
Mary's acting; Took it to scantage.

Said it was either Mary
or leavey.

- Scantage chose Mary.
- Mm-hmm. - Anything else?

Yes. When I escorted leavey out,
there was a man hanging around.

Asked if Mary
was still in the theatre.

- What did he look like?
- Like an actor.

Nice suit, fancy blue hat.

If you're mixed up in something
that's connected to this murder, John,

Now's the time to tell me.

- There's nothing.
- Are you sure about that, son?

After what happened with Bobby,
your mother can't handle any more upset.

I swear.

Not an alibi amongst
the lot of them, Murdoch.

If one of them is the killer,
they returned when Berger was locking up.

We need to find
this Percy leavey.

I'll get Higgins to chase up the man
with the blue hat. Ah, speak of the devil.

Higgins, did you get
everyone's fingermarks?

Yes, sir, and I searched
the victim's locker.

I found this rent receipt made out to
Berger for a warehouse on front street.

Mm. Very good, Henry.

- Hmm.
- Sir.

Thank you.

Seems like Mr. Berger
was more than a stage manager.

It certainly does.

This camera's been
heavily modified.

Looks like this is all filmed
here in the studio.

Oh.

Miss bright. I see you've persisted
in staying here.

- I have indeed.
- Hmm.

And I shall have a station
as high as yours.

I doubt that.

Come with me.

I know it needs a lot of work,

But I believe
it could be wonderful.

I want to bring in all black
musicians, poets, dancers, you name it.

From all across North America.

Maybe even from around
the world.

- A salon?
- Yes.

But for people like us.

It took most of my savings
to pay the lease and buy some furniture.

Toronto's not going to know
what hit it.

They sure aren't.

- You have a lot of work ahead of you.
- I'm not afraid of that.

I do hope to see you
at the grand opening.

You and your husband are people
of great prominence.

It would mean a lot.

My husband doesn't go out much
anymore.

I heard quite the opposite.

I heard he's something
of a bon vivant.

He used to be.

I'm happy my life
is of such keen interest to you.

Good luck, miss bright.

Ugh.

Look at our son.

Such a handsome leading man.

- He's a Brackenreid.
- Oh.

I've had several requests
for copies.

I was thinking of charging,

Though maybe
they'll be free to fully

paid-up members of
John's circle of fans! Ah!

Circle of fans?
What do you mean, like a sewing circle?

Yes.
Except instead of gossiping

about each other,
they'll talk about John.

What's the point of that?

- You think it's a terrible idea.
- No, no, no!

Margaret, Margaret.
I'm sure John will appreciate the effort.

I think it's a lovely thing you're
doing for him.

Ah. He's got my jaw.

No, he doesn't.

Any luck?

Unfortunately, no.

The fingermarks on the handrail
were Berger's.

Anything noteworthy amongst all
these gadgets from Berger's studio?

Well, sir, look at this.

This camera was specifically
designed to operate at low light levels,

And all of the moving parts...

...Are kept inside
of this sound-muffling case.

Perfect for clandestine
purposes.

A peeping Tom camera.

Maybe Berger filmed
something

he shouldn't have and
that's why he's dead.

My thoughts exactly.

Perhaps some of
the spare film

will shed some light on
what he's been up to.

- Like a needle in a haystack.
- Hmm.

- Anything to see?
- Allow me, sir.

Detective Murdoch.

Sir, I think
I've found our man.

His hat was noticed by the staff at the
queen's hotel.

He checked in as a Mr. Smith.

- It's likely a pseudonym.
- Very good, Henry.

He's not in his room
now, but I'll keep an eye

on the place
in case he comes back, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you very much
for your time, miss pickford.

Any final words for our readers?

Just that I credit my mother for
everything. As my drama coach,

She took me to see
the finest actors,

But she always taught me
to be myself.

Pish.

Mary's hard work
is why she's a success.

Hmm.

Well, bon voyage, miss pickford.

Pleasure.

- Constable.
- What are you doing here?

I could ask the same of you.

I was assigned to write a
piece about some actress.

A piece about what?

- About her.
- Oh.

Well, alright.

A girl, a boy and a chase.

Why do people watch this drivel,
Murdoch?

Absolutely no idea.

I must admit,
pickford has a certain charisma.

I wish I'd seen her on stage.

- You don't attend John's plays, sir?
- I leave that to Margaret.

Oh. Take a look at this, sir.

I believe that's Mary pickford.

Was that taken with
the peeping Tom camera?

I think so.

Mary pickford might not have
known what he was up to.

- Or she found out...
- And killed him for it.

No, I never.

We kissed, but that was all.
I swear.

You're barely dressed.

- It's the costume from the play.
- It hardly matters.

If there's a film of this,
the public will assume the worst!

Blake Berger filmed this?

It was found in his studio.

- Where's this appalling film?
- Who has it?

We don't yet know.

These frames were
among Mr. Berger's discards.

This needs to be handled
with absolute discretion.

It cannot get out
that this film exists.

The man in the photograph
with you, miss pickford?

Out of propriety,
I'd prefer not to say.

It could aid
in our investigation.

This is improper
and embarrassing enough.

I won't expose anyone else
to the shame.

You appeared in all of
Mr. Berger's films, miss pickford.

Clearly, you knew him well.

Very well.

We were planning to start our own film
studio, owned by the artists themselves.

No producers or financiers.

So why didn't you?

With the movie
business just starting out,

It would take years
to turn a profit.

I needed money
to support my family.

So when Mr. Griffith offered me
a contract, I took it.

How did Mr. Berger react?

Not well.

Did you speak to him again?

He wanted to talk
the night of the party,

But I didn't see the point.

- That was the last you saw him?
- Yes.

I can't believe
he would do this.

If there's nothing further,
detective?

Ladies.

Suspicious that she wouldn't say
who was in the film with her.

Well, I can understand her embarrassment.
She seemed genuinely shocked.

She's a skilled actress;
Pretending is her stock in trade.

She could've killed Berger,
destroyed the film

and then still put
in that performance.

Indeed, sir. Or...

Someone could have killed
on miss pickford's behalf.

Yes, just take those two pills a
day and you'll be fine. Come on.

Julia?

- Oh! Louise.
- Do you have a moment?

- Uh, a brief moment.
- I'm due at the clinic.

You're hiding something.

I'm not.

I know about the dead man
at the Marquis theatre,

And now I've just seen
Mary pickford leaving the police station.

There's a connection,
isn't there?

Oh. Uh...

I-I suppose there could be.

There's something you're not telling me.
I know it.

Detective.

Mr. Berger died from a broken neck
sustained in the fall,

And he had a high level
of alcohol in his bloodstream.

And take a look at this.

- Oh, this facial bruising is new.
- Yes.

Blood in the underlying tissue
was diffuse,

Which means the blood vessels were broken
while the body still had blood pressure.

He was hit in the face.

- Shortly before he died.
- Time of death?

Between 10 P.M. And 12 A.M.

If there's nothing else?

Thank you.

- I'm sorry.
- What are you doing?

There is no liquor licence
registered with the city.

No licence, no liquor.

No, I did apply, but I can still open
and not serve alcohol.

Until the licence comes through,
can I not?

You could if you didn't also
have these notices.

Personal surety: $50.

Inspection cost: $10.

Food-service licence,
water and sewage,

Signage and a few more there.

I have musicians coming
from out of town...

Then you should've followed
the rules.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see how
things are progressing.

- Well, now you've seen. Happy?
- Well, it's not that bad.

All you have to do is submit the
proper paperwork and pay for the permits.

And how do you propose
I do that?

Not all of us have a wealthy
meal ticket to pay our way.

- That is not exactly the case...
- I'm sorry, but I'm very busy.

Obviously someone broke in
and tossed the place.

Perhaps a motion-picture aficionado.

They were definitely determined to
find whatever it was they were looking for.

Mm. I've got an idea
about what that might be.

- And there were no witnesses?
- No.

But I've got an idea about that,
as well.

I had to find it.

You have no idea how much
that film compromises Mary.

You know an awful lot about the film.
How is that?

Because I've seen it.

Go on.

A few days ago,

I received an anonymous note
regarding Mary's "best interests."

- Do you have the note?
- No. I threw it away.

I was told to go to an office
at king and sherbourne.

And?

I walked in,
and there was a chair...

And a sheet
hanging from the wall.

I sat down
and the film was projected.

- Did you see anyone?
- No.

And the projector
was hidden away,

or I would've destroyed
that film then and there.

Did you see
who was in the film with Mary?

Well, his face wasn't on camera,
but I know who he is.

It was Owen Moore.

- Who's he?
- American actor Mary screen-tested with.

She hasn't stopped talking
about him since.

What happened next?

I received a blackmail note:

"Pay up,
or the film goes public."

- Where did you leave the payment?
- Where I was told to.

That night, I took it to the
Adelaide street post office, box 45.

Thank you.

Thanks.

- Mr. Smith?
- What do you want?

- Toronto constabulary.
- You're coming with me.

You really think I'm blackmailing
Mary pickford?

You cops up here must be crazy.

What are you doing in Toronto,
Mr. Moore?

I came here to see my gal.

I'm going to ask her
to marry me.

And you say this isn't you
in the photograph with Mary pickford?

We haven't been that intimate.

Yet.

When did you arrive
in Toronto?

Two days before Mary's
farewell performance.

And I'd never been here before.

Your story will be checked,
Mr. Moore.

Go right ahead.

We're still searching
for Mr. Leavey, sir.

And there was no film
in Mr. Moore's hotel room.

- So where the hell is it?
- The blackmailer likely has it.

Well, I suppose we
can let Moore go, then.

Sir.

Anything useful, Murdoch?

Sir, if the film is intended
for blackmail,

Then perhaps the man in the photos
with miss pickford is Berger's partner.

If it's not Moore,
then who is it?

Well... There isn't much
to identify him by.

He seems to be casting off a...
Costume of some sort.

- Costume? Let me see that.
- Excuse me.

Bloody hell.

Sir?

Margaret's photograph.

I know that costume.

The man with Mary pickford...
Is John.

Y the hell didn't you
tell me about this, John?

Why would I?

What? You didn't think a fling with
Mary pickford had any bearing in the case?

- We kissed.
- You're in your long Johns!

I must've been getting changed!
The kiss was as far as it went.

I didn't realize we were being filmed.
Otherwise, I would've said something.

When did this happen?

- Two months ago? - Where'd it take place?
- In the green room.

Do you know what
kind of a mess you're in?

I do now.

If you weren't my son,
you'd be a suspect in a murder!

Keep your head down and, for your
mother's sake, stay out of bloody trouble!

- May I go?
- Yes.

Hey, lover boy.
You the one who's trying to steal my gal?

Who's asking? Ah!

What the heck?!

Oy! Oy! Oy!
Pack it in, the pair a ya! Idiots!

I thought I told you to stay
outta trouble? Get inside! Go on!

And you, I want you on the
first train back to New York.

I don't want to see you
in Toronto ever again. Understood?

- Mr. Moore.
- Who are you?

Louise cherry,
Toronto telegraph.

Can I offer you a cup of tea?

I don't know what to do,
Murdoch.

I'm worried that John's going
down the same road as Bobby.

If that happens, god help us.
It'll be the end of Margaret.

John's a decent young man,
sir.

Young women certainly
take a shine to him.

Huh. The natural Brackenreid charm is
sometimes a heavy burden to carry, Murdoch.

I pity you, sir.

I gather dalliances are not uncommon
amongst these theatre types.

I take it you've spoken to John
of your concerns?

- Well...
- Right.

Given the angle of the frame...

...The camera would've been...
Roughly here.

Oh.

So Berger filmed John and Mary
from the room next door.

Huh. Seems to be
a storage room of some sort.

- Oh. Uh...
- I'm sorry to interrupt.

Oh, Mss Halliday.
Rehearsals finished for the day?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I was just picking up my things.

What can you tell us
about the room next door?

- How do you mean?
- Is it the accent?

Well, it used to be the
director Mr. Leavey's office,

And now it's a storage room.

Props and such.

Well, good day, gentlemen.

Leavey.

Mr. Leavey was the fellow
that Charlotte fired.

That's a strong motive
for blackmail.

Perhaps he struck up
a partnership with Mr. Berger.

Maybe the partners had
a falling out.

What are you doing here?

Something I rarely do:
Offering assistance.

- I don't want your charity.
- And I'm not offering it.

I will help you finance the opening
of your salon for 25% ownership.

I will just open illegally.

And then you'll get shut down
and you'll lose everything.

- At least I'll have one night of glory.
- Don't be foolish.

Perhaps you're right. Things have been
easier for me now that I have a benefactor.

I'm offering you the same.

And why only 25%?

It'll make the loss
easier to swallow.

Ah!

Look at this, Thomas!

- This about Mary pickford?
- It mentions John! - What does it say?

- That he's connected with the murder!
- That's all?

- That's all?
- His career will be ruined!

These things can blow over as
quick as they blew up in the first place.

How can you be so cavalier?
This is our son we're talking about.

- Margaret, please.
- Our supposedly good son! - That's enough.

One of us has to fix this,
Thomas.

Oh, John, John, John, John...

What would you like me to do?

- Speak to Louise cherry.
- She's like a dog with a bone.

She won't let up
on this Mary pickford story.

Thank goodness
she didn't mention the film.

If Margaret were to read that
in the papers, huh!

Well, I hardly have influence
over miss cherry's behaviour.

And besides, she's not the only
journalist in Toronto.

She's the one with the source.

John's mixed up in this.
It could ruin him.

You're her friend. If you've got a
favour to cash in, now's the time.

Oh. Mar...

Margaret's not very well.

Still no word from Bobby?

John's all she has.

Oh, sir! Mr. Leavey is in the
interview room waiting for you.

- You found him?
- He was in station 5's drunk tank, sir.

- Oh. Well done.
- Hmm.

- Mr. Leavey.
- Ahem. Yeah.

We know that you were fired from
the Marquis theatre two months ago,

And you blame Charlotte
hennessey for your dismissal.

It wasn't a question of blame.

She forced the issue.

She has far too much sway
over scantage.

Mr. Scantage chose Mary pickford
over you, and you wanted revenge.

Revenge is a bit strong.

Let's say... Redress.

Either way,
you partnered with Mr. Berger.

To make a compromising film
for the purpose of blackmail.

Well, you must be kidding!

Oh, sure, I hated those two, but I
didn't have anything to do with blackmail.

Where did you go after you were
escorted out of Mary pickford's party?

I joined
friends at a private club.

I can provide names,
if you insist.

I don't
know why you're accusing me.

Scantage has far more to lose.

- How so?
- He had a handshake deal with Charlotte.

For Mary's exclusive appearance
at the Marquis.

He was furious when she broke
the deal and signed with Griffith.

He made no secret of the fact
that he wanted revenge.

- Right then, scantage...
- What are you hiding?

Murdoch, the
main drawer's locked.

Allow me.

Look at this.

Screenplay.

It's the blackmail film.

And I bet this fits box 45 at
the Adelaide street post office.

If scantage
was Berger's partner...

Then he's more than
likely the killer.

What in god's name
are you doing here?

Mr. Scantage, you're under
arrest for the murder of Blake Berger.

Tage, for murder
and the blackmail.

I admit I was blackmailing
Charlotte,

But I was never partners
with Blake Berger.

I swear I didn't kill him.

How did you even come
to have the film?

I'd heard that Blake and Mary
were making films together,

And I wanted to see what they were
up to, so I broke into Blake's studio.

- When was this?
- A few days ago.

It was in an envelope addressed
to d.W. Griffith in New York.

I figured Blake was sending a reel of his
work to try and find a job in the movies,

Like Mary.

You couldn't resist
a little peek.

With that film in my pocket,
I could force Charlotte.

To pay me a share of Mary's
earnings forever after.

I wasn't greedy about it.
I only asked for 10%.

- Generous. - I'd earned a cut, believe me.
- How do you figure that?

I spent the last 10 years
building Mary's career.

She would be nowhere without me.
I made Mary pickford!

So you stole the film,
sent the blackmail note,

And then showed the film
to Charlotte.

Yes.

Berger figured out you had stolen it
and that's why you argued at the party.

He wanted the film back.

He wanted to send it to Griffith
in order to ruin miss pickford.

But you refused
to hand it over.

You fought on the fire escape and
then you pushed him down the stairs.

- That's not what happened.
- You have yet to convince us otherwise.

- Mrs. Hart.
- May I introduce you to Mr. Steele.

It's a pleasure.

Mr. Steele takes care
of all of our finances,

Both at the home
and the restaurant.

He also knows what palms
need to be greased.

He'll get you open - legally.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

And he also has carte blanche
to dip into my account to help you.

- I'm not sure I...
- Please.

I want to. Besides, what
other alternative do you have?

Mr. Steele, please,
do what needs to be done.

What does your husband say
about this?

- Don't worry about my husband.
- I don't.

Here are your permits. You'll want to
display those properly and prominently.

People like us need to follow
the law to the letter.

You've done all this?

Of course. You're opening
this weekend, are you not?

- Yes, but I didn't... - I'll
need to see your inventory.

Food, liquor, refreshments.

I don't have an inventory.

For the short term, we'll get what we
need from Mr. Carmichael's restaurant.

Have you been working
for Mr. Carmichael long?

I don't work for Mr. Carmichael.
I work for Mrs. Hart.

- I see.
- Well, we best get to it.

The worst thing a salon could have
is thirsty patrons. Wouldn't you agree?

Yes.

Um, so...

I-I understand that this Mary
pickford story is a real scoop...

Then why did you ask me
to drop it?

It was the briefest of encounters
and it wasn't even that intimate!

Not that that should matter.

Women in the limelight
are very vulnerable.

Men can brag
about their conquests,

But a woman can be ruined
by the merest hint of scandal.

It's a double standard.

That's for my readers
to decide.

- It would be a...
- A personal favour.

As a friend?

Alright.

Oh, thank you.

What were you hiding from me?

What... What do you mean?

First I thought it had something
to do with the story, but it didn't.

You are lying to me
about something,

And I want to know what it is -
as a friend.

If you must know...

I'm expecting.

Oh!

Sorry.

Julia, congratulations.

Thank you.

You could've just told me.

I... I feared you might...

Write about it.

- Write about it? I would never.
- You're not that famous.

- William. Oh.
- This is the film, I take it?

Indeed. I'm about to watch it.

Oh, dear.

Well, it is evidence.

I don't need to see
any of my son's performance.

Well, sir, we need at least two
people to attest to its contents.

Well, I'll leave you and the
good doctor to it, then. Enjoy.

Oh. Ah. Alright.

Right, then.

Not exactly scandalous.

Scintillating.

Oh, my!

There's something
eminently distasteful.

About the filming of people
in amorous congress.

Mm.

This is definitely
more intimate than they claimed.

Yeah.

Oh! Oh.

Is there much more?

I... Hmm, um...

Well, that was particularly
unpleasant.

I'd like to watch it again.

William!

Oh, n-not that part.

Before John enters,
there's a jump in the frame.

A jump?

Yes.

Ahem.

There. Did you see that?

- Yeah. Huh!
- Yes. A-a-and then,

After that, we never quite
see Mary's face clearly again.

Meaning what?

Meaning I believe John Brackenreid
hasn't been entirely honest with us.

Well, this is very
embarrassing.

- So this is you with Mary pickford, then.
- Yes.

- Is there a chance...
- Wait.

No.
No, we never went this far.

It's not Mary. Her ankle...

Mary has a scar on her ankle
from a childhood bicycling accident.

If it's not Mary, John,
then who is it?

Um, Susan.

Mary's understudy.

Miss halliday served as the
understudy in the green room, as well?

- I may have had a more...
- Intimate dalliance with Susan.

A number of times.

Oh.

So Mr. Berger filmed you
and Susan halliday,

Then added clips of Mary
pickford in the same costume.

That photo you showed me earlier,
that must've been Susan, as well.

So Berger took advantage
of Susan halliday...

And created
a fake blackmail film...

Of Mary pickford.

Oh.

I suppose my father will hear
about this?

Your father will hear that
you were very helpful, John.

Ahem.

Blake Berger secretly filmed
Susan halliday,

Compromising her considerably.

Well, that's motive for murder
right there.

If I can prove that she's seen the film,
then she's added to the list of suspects.

I've identified four sets
of fingermarks on the canister.

Including myself,
there's Blake Berger,

Edwin scantage...

...And Susan halliday.

What he did... Was criminal.

How could he defile me...

...Filming me like that?

Blake's known me
since I was a child.

When did you find
Mr. Berger's film?

After everyone left,

I went to Mr. Scantage's office to peek at
the script for a new play he's producing.

That's where I found the film.

Why didn't you simply take it?

Blake walked in.

I was so angry, I dropped it.

And you knew he was
the one who had made it?

Who else?

He's the filmmaker.

I... Flew at him.

Hit him, slapped him.

How could he do that to me?

You chased him out onto the fire
escape and pushed him down the stairs.

No.

I was angry. I hit him.

But he lost his balance
and he...

...He started to fall backwards.

I grabbed his jacket to try
and save him, but it-it ripped,

And... I couldn't stop him
from falling.

I did not push him
down those stairs.

I swear on my mother's grave,
it was an accident!

But after using me like that...

...He had it coming.

Mrs. Hennessey?

I'm Margaret Brackenreid.
Uh, John's mother.

- Oh! Yes.
- Yes.

Uh, our children were
scandalized by that awful article.

Awful?

Oh, I think
it was terrific publicity.

The public loves to read about
the private lives of actors.

Well, I had a publicity idea
of my own.

A circle of fans who pay
for photos and news.

A... A club of sorts.

- A circle of fans?
- It's a fascinating idea.

- You think so?
- Yes. It's terrific.

I'm going to make a start of it
as soon as we get to New York.

Oh, goodness. Thank you.

- Thank you, Margaret.
- Good luck, Mary.

You're going places.
I just know it.

I don't know where I'd be
without you, John.

Take care of yourself.

- See you in the movies.
- Mm.

I spoke to the crown.

He thinks that,
under the circumstances,

They'll be lenient
with Mss Halliday's sentence.

- That's good news.
- Mm.

She didn't deserve
any of this.

- Your mother seems happy.
- Yes.

I'm glad she's taking interest
in my career.

Although now she wants me
signing photos of myself.

Just go with it, John.

Peace in the valley and all that.
Do you understand what I'm saying?

I suppose.

And let's not mention anything
about all this to her. It's for the best.

- Yes, for the best.
- Thank you.

- "See you in the movies."
- that's my boy.

- Julia, shall we?
- Just one moment.

Inspector. Thomas.

Ah. What can I do for
you, doctor? Julia.

William and I have some news
we'd like to share with you.

- We do?
- Are-are you quite sure?

I'm sure. You tell him.

Well, sir,
it's rather exciting news.

Well, get on with it,
Murdoch. I've got work to do.

We're having a baby.

- Really?
- Really.

I thought you'd just been
eating more than usual.

That's the happiest news of all,
William! Congratulations!

- Oh, thank you.
- We wanted you to be the first to know.

I'm honoured.

I couldn't be happier for
both of you. Oh.

Now, then, this is one occasion
that deserves scotch.

- I don't think I can... - been
having any cravings, doctor?

Pickles. Lots of pickles. Difficult
to find at night.

Oh, right.

- A roaring success.
- Yes, so far!

And all thanks to you.

- My pleasure.
- And Mr. Steele, as well.

Yes. And...

Thank you, Mr. Carmichael.

It's lovely to meet you.

- You, as well.
- I was thinking you were a rumour.

We do let
him out from time to time.

Now, remember, it's Toronto.

No dancing after 10.

- Oh, right.
- And you are the owner, are you not?

- Yes.
- No serving drinks. You are the hostess.

The lady of the house.

Arthur, behind the bar, please.

Of course. Miss, may I?

Thank you.

- Thank you, Arthur.
- My pleasure.

Mr. Steele,
would you like to join us?

Uh, I'd be pleased.

- Well, would you look at that.
- Pleasure all around.

What a wonderful start
to the evening.

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