All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S04E03 (EN)

Keep the change, kid.

Good morning, Inspector.

It is indeed! Our special camera
has made the front pages again.

"Station House number 4
is the pride of Toronto.

"Detective William Murdoch,
the inventive and, blah, blah, blah,

"has deployed a device
he calls "the scrutiny camera"

"to catch a jewel thief
in the act. Sir...

""The remarkable camera
can take photographs at night

""without a flash,"

"said Station House number 4's
Inspector Thomas Brackenred..."

Brackenred!

Get me that reporter on the phone.

I want my name spelt correctly
by the afternoon edition.

I will do, sir,
but right at this moment...

Someone broke in last night, sir.
They ransacked the place.

I can see that. Was anything taken?
Not as far as we can tell.

The armoury? All the guns and
ammunition have been accounted for.

Murdoch? Sir, he's not in yet.

It's nearly 8.30am. Where is he?

Oh, my...

Good of you to join us, Murdoch.

Please forgive my tardiness,
sir, I had to collect a telegram.

As you can see, we've had an
incident that might interest you.

Clearly this was
the point of entry.

Still damp.

Our intruder must have
been caught in the downpour -
we had heavy rains around 2:35am.

I happened to be awake.

So he breaks into a station house,
rats around causing mayhem,
and doesn't take anything.

Nothing was taken?
It doesn't seem, sir.

Well, then, sir, perhaps it
was simply hooligans on a lark,
more nothing more than that.

Nothing more than that?
No request for finger marks

or tracing of footprints
and so on, and so forth?

Well, yes, of course, sir,
but George can take care of that.

And might we get you
your breakfast? Maybe a scone?

Inspector, please forgive me,

but I need to take the next few days
off to tend to a private matter.

You, booking off? Are you ill, sir?

No, George, I'm fine,
but I am needed elsewhere.

In fact, I should
head to the train straightaway.

Well, be back by Monday.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Sir, you know he mentioned
a train? He has a sister
in a convent in Montreal.

Perhaps he's going to visit her.

His sister's a nun? Yes, sir.

I do hope she's all right.

Just get this mess
cleaned up, Crabtree.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

MURMURED CONVERSATION

Right this way, sir.

Julia, what on earth?

Your telegram alluded to
something urgent,
but what has you so cautious?

No-one can know I've asked you here,
especially if my fears are borne out.

What fears? Are you in danger?

William, I believe there's a killer
on the loose in this hospital.

A few days ago, one of
our cancer patients died,
a 12-year-old named Ben Digiorno.

The hospital listed cause of death
as complications of leukaemia.

But you suspect otherwise?

His condition was steadily improving,
then one morning he was dead -
it made no sense.

Was there a post-mortem?

No, and I couldn't very well demand
one without revealing my suspicions.

The frustrating thing is Ben's body
is still in the hospital morgue and I
have no basis on which to examine it.

And no-one else
voiced surprise over Ben's death?

No, that was unusual. When I
expressed concerns to Dr Falwell

he insisted the cause of death was
leukaemia and that was the end of it.
Quite out of character. Dr Falwell?

He's the head of medicine
and the man who hired me. Aha.

The hospital's in the midst
of a massive fundraising campaign
run by the wife of Dr Lawrence Abbot.

He's the hospital founder
and administrator.

And any whiff of impropriety
during a fundraising drive...

Much less murder.

So why not simply go
to the Buffalo police?

The Abbots have influence and I only
have suspicions and no hard evidence.

Perhaps it was simply
leukaemia that killed Ben?

I don't think it was.

I guess I'm just
asking you to trust me.

And I do, Julia.
After all, I am here.

But there is also the issue
of my jurisdiction.

That's why I'll introduce you as
a wealthy patron from Toronto

interested in donating money
to the hospital.

Wealthy? But I...

You look fine.

William, I need your help.

Then how can I say no?

I'm to join a patron's tour
in 15 minutes.

Dr Falwell and the Abbots
will be there and so will you.

Very good.

Julia, I meant to say
how good it is to see you.

Oh, and I you. I mean, yes, William,
it's so wonderful to see you.

You've been well?

Yes. Myself as well. And Buffalo
is even... You're enjoying Buffalo?

Oh... Am I enjoying it?

Yes, even better than expected, yes.

Working with the living instead of...

Yes, yes, instead of...

Well, I'm truly delighted for you.

Yes.

Yes.

Inspector?

The bugger polished
off my best whisky.

A man saves up for that,
he makes certain sacrifices.

My sympathies indeed, sir. That
reporter, Paddy Glynn, is here.

He wanted to interview Detective
Murdoch about the scrutiny camera.

Marvellous,
with our house in pieces.

Send him in. Will do.

Actually, sir, here he is now.

Thank you, Constable Crabtree.

Inspector, I see there
was some mischief last night?

It's Brackenreid, Glynn,
not Brackenred.

Oh, that's the typesetters,
Inspector, dunces.

Now, where's Detective Murdoch?
On a case, can't be reached.

Oh, dash it, now I have nothing
for the morning edition.

Except perhaps this break-in.

You'll not be writing
about that, son.

Why? Your station is a crime scene,
that's ironic.
The public will love it.

Crime reporters
like you depend upon the
likes of me for inside information.

You wouldn't want that
to dry up now, would you?

May I remind you of
the power of the press?

How's this for a headline? "Bungling
Brackenreid Baffled By Break-in."

BRACKENREID CHUCKLES

You're living dangerously, Glynn.

Here's what I'll do for you.
I'll hold off on Bungling
Brackenreid for now.

Solve this break-in and I'll
make you out the hero instead.

"Intrepid Inspector
Ensnares Irritating Intruder."

And what do you get?
The exclusive scoop on any big cases
that come into the station.

Deal. Excellent.
And if you get broken into again,
please give me a suspect.

It's been a pleasure, Inspector.

Crabtree!

Sir?

I've got a little project for you.

If you'll follow me,
ladies and gentlemen,

we'll get back to the ward
a little later so you can meet
more of our little angels.

Why, Dr Ogden,
there you are at last.

Head of paediatric surgery,
everyone, Dr Julia Ogden.

May I introduce Mr Willard Prenfrew,

an Ogden family friend from Toronto.

Mr Prenfrew is a generous
contributor to medical sciences.

Willard, this is our head
of medicine, Dr Martin Falwell,

our chief administrator,
Dr Lawrence Abbot,

his wife Letitia,
the head of our hospital foundation.

So glad you could make it,
Mr Prenfrew.

It's a pleasure to meet you all.

A warm welcome to you on behalf of
the Children's Hospital of Buffalo.
Well, shall we continue...? Ah!

Everyone, this is Dr Darcy Garland,

one of our dedicated and caring
physicians who's treating little...

Victoria. Oh. And what
a beautiful little lady she is,
aren't you, dear?

Dr Garland, what
is Victoria's particular affliction?

She has an idiopathic
inflammation of the pericardium.

An ailment of the heart.

Mmm. And how are you treating her?

She's been cut to six ounces between
the left scapular and the spine.

Calomel and Dover's powder are
administered every four hours.

Wonderful, so she's getting better.

She's...under observation.
Splendid, Dr Garland.

Come, Victoria,
why don't we get something to eat?

Well, you are in for a treat.
I know you're very excited
to see the invalid ward.

Willard Prenfrew?

I don't know, William,
I needed a name.

Now, I must rejoin the tour.

Yes. Where was Ben's area, then?

The ward is just through those doors.

Ben had the second bed on the right.

And if anyone asks after me?

I'll make something up.

What are you doing?

And you are?

That was Ben's bed,

you shouldn't be poking around it.

Did you know Ben?
For a little while. That's
as long as you know anybody here.

I didn't like him.

Why is that?

Some people you just
don't like on sight.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

There you are.

I hope my absence
didn't raise any eyebrows.

I think it's fine. What's this?

Ben's notepad.

It's curious.
There's a skip in the pages
here which denotes a missing page.

Oh, looks like an M, and here a Y.

Possibly.

Do you have a pencil sharpener?

Of course.

I hope you don't mind.

Looks like "zoo".

There's a G, D, N...

"Ogden".

I hope not.

Golden? "My golden zoo?"
It's gibberish.

I do love a puzzle.

Alas, I fear this puzzle
may be of no consequence.

I had somewhat of a run-in
with one of Ben's ward-mates.

Oh, that must be Ezra -
the ward bully.

He seemed a sullen lad. His
hostility toward Ben gave me pause.

Not all of the children here
come to accept their condition.

They're angry
and it never leaves them.

You mentioned Ben's condition
was improving. Is it possible
Ezra resented him for this?

Enough to kill him?

Julia, I fear that without
a post-mortem to establish
the reason for Ben's death...

Dr Falwell would never allow it,
nor would Dr Abbot, especially
if one of them is involved.

Perhaps in this case it would be
better to ask for forgiveness
later than permission now.

I'm telling you, I have ever seen
Detective Murdoch so out of sorts.

It's understandable
with his sister taking ill.

It's not just that,
it's been going on for months now.

He's impatient, short-tempered,
butting heads with Dr Francis.

I think he's suffering
some sort of general malaise.

Malaise? Yes, it's Italian
for "gloomy", I believe.

I think he's lovesick for Dr Ogden,
George. It's plain and simple.

I think we're all done here, George.

All right, let's test it.

What is it? I don't know. I don't
like being watched, I suppose.

That's the whole idea, George. One
day the entire city could be under
the scrutiny of cameras like this,

watching our every
move and keeping us safe.
Crime will be a thing of the past.

Well, I wouldn't want to
be a copper in the future!

You'd have nothing to do except drink
tea and exude intestinal vapours.

There's evidence of Mees' lines
on his fingernails,

signs of corneal necrosis - neither
of which are symptoms of leukaemia.

Interesting.

The liver's enlarged,
the spleen as well.

Leukaemia could account for that

but I'll need blood cells
for testing, and I'll need
to open him up, William.

Stop what you're doing this instant!

Dr Falwell... I demand
an explanation, Dr Ogden.

As I told you,
I believe Ben Digiorno died
under suspicious circumstances.

What is Mr Prenfrew doing here?

I'm Detective William Murdoch
of the Toronto Constabulary.

Toronto? You have no jurisdiction
here and there has been no crime.

The cancer killed Ben, Doctor.

What you are doing here
is competently unwarranted
and beyond insubordination.

I realise that...
No, I don't think you do.

This seriously jeopardises
your position at this hospital.

Dr Falwell, I have worked
with Dr Ogden extensively in Toronto

and learnt to take her speculation
as seriously as any fact.

I urge you to appreciate
the consequences should I discover

Ben Digiorno's death
was in fact murder.

The consequences? To me?

Interfering in a
murder investigation is obstruction
of justice in any country.

This is not obstruction of justice,
there was no foul play here.

I want both of you out of here now
and, Dr Ogden, I will deal
with you in the morning.

Unless I miss my guess, lads,
we had a visitor last night.

All right!

Well done, sir. Hey!

Although there is a conspicuous
lack of ransacking.

He was here, Crabtree,
I don't care how he got in.

Let's get that photograph
developed and see what we've got.

Do you know what
I'm looking at, William?

Not offhand, no.
SHE SIGHS

My career in Buffalo
coming to a screeching halt
if these samples are normal.

Interesting.
High levels of heroin and arsenic.

The heroin's expected,
it's a painkiller, but
the arsenic shouldn't be there.

Young Ben was poisoned then?

Arsenic poisoning
would account for the Mees' lines
and the corneal necrosis.

Murder.

I wonder how Dr Falwell
will react to that.

Ah, good, I'll see you in
my office immediately, Dr Ogden.

I secured blood samples
from Ben Digiorno's body.

What? I thought I told you...
There were high levels of arsenic
in his system.

The boy was poisoned, sir.

Yes, he was.

By me.

I administered
arsenic trioxide to Ben.

It's a radical new technique
using chemical therapy
to fight cancerous cells.

I didn't realise that
chemical therapy used arsenic.

That's because it's new.

Dr Park at the University of Buffalo
found that arsenic lowers
the white blood cell count.

I reasoned it might
battle Ben's leukaemia.

At the risk of killing the boy?

With any advanced cancer,
risk is a relative term.

Ben was at a late stage, the
treatments showed positive results.

I don't understand
why he went suddenly.

Did you even consider
the interaction could be fatal?

Of course, that's why I kept
the heroine to such a low dosage.
A low dosage?

We found high concentrations
in his blood.

What? That can't be.
Let me see those samples.

Higgins, spread out.

Gentlemen, we are
about to launch a new era
in crime-fighting techniques.

Well, sir, technically, Detective
Murdoch has already launched the...

Right then.

Oh, my.

A mouse? A bloody mouse?!

Hang on, sir, hang on.

There's somebody there.

That's a man.
What's so interesting about
Murdoch's filing cabinet, sunshine?

May I help you, ma'am? No.

I'm the mother,
come to fetch my boy's clothes,

but they've gone and thrown them out
they said. Perfect good condition!

Mrs Digiorno,
may I offer my condolences?

Save it, I've got eight others

and they'll be needing
something to wear too.

Ben, he was one of the better ones.

Last thing he said to me was, "Our
money troubles will soon be over."

One less mouth to feed.

Ben's stuffed toy, a little
bunny rabbit, where's that got to?

One of the others
could have used it.

I'll keep an eye out for it.

Sure you will.

Dr Falwell and I
are certain, William.

Ben was overdosed with heroin.
Oh? Dr Falwell is in shock.

I'm sure he had nothing
to do with this. Hmm.

Who could have administered
the fatal dose then?

We checked Ben's charts.
Nurse Rowan would have
given Ben most of his shots

but it seems she hasn't reported
to work for a few days. Oh?

We'll need an address then.

Miss Rowan?

Hello?

Did you know her well?

Only what one gleans
from a working relationship.

(Yes.)

I haven't really had time
to get to know anyone here,

outside of the hospital.

I'm sure that will change.

Yes.

William, I've been...
COCKING OF GUN

Turn around slowly,

and put your hands up in the air.

Detective Murdoch?
Detective Callaghan?

What the hell are
you doing in Buffalo?

I came to find Miss Effie Rowan,
she's a nurse at the hospital.

Yes, she was washed ashore at the
creek this morning. I came here
looking for a suicide note

and I find you instead. You and...

Dr Julia Ogden of the
Children's Hospital of Buffalo,

Detective Patrick Callaghan
of the Buffalo Police. Hi.

Yes, hi.

The truth is we were hoping Miss
Rowan could shed some light on
a suspicious death at the hospital.

A suspicious death?
Let's start from the beginning.

Higgins!

This folder has been misfiled. So?

So Detective Murdoch keeps
absolutely perfect filing...fidelity.

That's the jewellery
store robbery case, George.

Higgins, I believe our intruder
was after this folder.

Why wasn't it taken?
The jewellery store case
is over, the thief's in jail.

Why was our visitor interested in
the file but not enough to pinch it?

I helped Detective Murdoch
with this file,
I'm quite sure nothing was taken.

I do agree with you, though.
It seems odd to break into a police
station just to read the thing. Sir!

What's wrong with this picture?

So the Digiorno boy dies of
a heroin overdose and the nurse
that might have done is also dead.

You have my attention.
But you suspect suicide.

Well, I'm not so sure any more.

Either way, we'll need a post-mortem
on Nurse Rowan right away.

YOU'LL need?
By we, I mean you and I.

You're not here officially, Murdoch.

A lot of noses can get bent about
that and I'm not big on desk duty.

But you did help me with the Baby
Emerson abduction in Toronto

so I owe you one,
just so long as I get the collar.

The collar?

Yes, of course. The coroner
has scheduled the post-mortem
on Miss Rowan for 2.00pm.

I'll let him know
you'll be there, Doctor.

Then I'd best be on my way.

Right. Gentlemen.

Used to be a pathologist, huh?

Oh, yes, indispensable to my work.

Uh-huh.

Well, let's turn
this joint over. Yes.

What am I supposed to be seeing?
This is the original photograph

but the background is not as clear
as it is in the newspaper reprint,

which makes no sense,
as you know, sir. Right.

A reprint of a photograph can't be
clearer than the photograph itself.

Why can't you see this man's
face in the original?

Sir, I think this original
has been altered.

Bloody hell. Are you telling me
this is not the original original?

Yes, sir. And I fear the negative
has been altered as well.

Our intruder stole the original
photograph and negative when
he broke in the first time,

and replaced them with
these versions the second time,

when Murdoch's scrutiny
camera caught him in the act.
I think so. I just can't imagine why.

It's a fair bet the passer-by
in the photo and the intruder
are one and the same.

And no-one goes to these
lengths unless they're guilty.

It's The Tell-Tale Heart, sir.
The what? The Edgar Allan Poe story.

A killer buries his victim's heart
beneath the floorboards but
then he begins to hear it beating

and it grows louder and louder
and louder and then...

Well, then I stopped reading,
I was terrified. But I think
this is very much like that.

Our intruder has a guilty
conscience? Exactly.

You might have just said that.
Oh, you know I get carried away
sometimes.

I do like this guilty conscience bit.
I'm going to work that into
my murder mystery. Put that away.

I want a list of all
the crimes committed in the vicinity
of the jewellery store robbery

that occurred around the same time,
anything at all. Sir.

Let's hope that Nurse Rowan's
locker is more enlightening
than her apartment.

This doesn't look good.

That's the Abbots and Dr Falwell.
Detectives.

Tell me it's not true.

An investigation has been
launched into Nurse Rowan's death
and the Digiorno boy's?

It is, as a matter of fact, and
we think the two cases are related.

Are you suggesting one
of our staff might be culpable?

We made no such suggestion.

But you just did. How dare
you talk to my husband like that?

My wife is in the midst
of fundraising. We can't have
these incidents in the papers.

Yes, that would be a shame.

Detective Callaghan, any injury to
this hospital's reputation will be
swiftly answered by my lawyers.

And you, Detective Murdoch,

deceit from the beginning,
and from a Canadian.

I shouldn't have told them.
I'll see if I can calm them down.

Detectives, Nurse Rowan is dead?

I'm afraid so, Dr Garland.

Did you know Nurse Rowan well,
Dr Garland? Me?

I often worked with her. She
was a conscientious, caring nurse.

Had her behaviour
changed at all recently?

She seemed more quiet of late,
troubled, you might say,
but I didn't pry.

Detective Callaghan,
what are all these questions?

Just being thorough.
And why is a Canadian policeman
involved in the affair?

I'm here at Dr Ogden's request.

Oh, you're an acquaintance of hers?

Well, I have work,
I'll leave you both to it.

Such a terrible business.

What is your read
on that Garland fellow?

Hard to tell,
he seemed very careful.

A letter from Nurse Rowan
to persons unknown.

"My darling, I am enfeebled
with no hope of cure.

"Please tell me what
to do to bring you back to me,
to hold you to my..."

I'm not saying that.

It's a perfectly acceptable word.
I have my principles.

Very well. "To hold
you to my bosom once more

"near our China roses."

William?

Ah, Doctor,
have you news from the post-mortem?

Indeed, Nurse Rowan didn't drown.

The coroner found that she died
of an injected overdose of heroin.

A needle went through her uniform
into her back. An unlikely place
to inject oneself?

Precisely. She was murdered.

Possibly by a man eager
to shed himself of her.

With easy access
to a supply of heroin -
like the doctors in this joint.

I think we can assume
whoever killed Nurse Rowan
also killed Ben Digiorno.

Nurse Rowan had suspicions when the
boy died and confronted the killer.

Except that Miss Rowan
was killed before Ben died.

Before? Two days before,
the post-mortem confirms it.

She mentions China roses. So?

We found rose thorns
embedded in Miss Rowan's skin.

If I'm not mistaken, there are
China roses in the hospital garden.

Sir, I spoke with
a detective at station 5.

He says on the morning of April 23...
St George's Day.

Erm... Congratulations.

Also the day of the last
jewellery store robbery,

he investigated the murder
of a young girl on Shooter Street.
Three blocks from the store.

All these suspects that
the detective spoke to had alibis,

including the prime suspect,
a neighbour of the victim,
one John McLeod.

He claims he was in Hamilton
at the time. What's his story?

He was a photographer.

Why are you showing me this,
Crabtree? Sir, have a close look
at the young girl's eyes and hands.

Oh, sweet Jesus, she's dead!
It's a living dead photograph.

After a death in the family,
the dearly departed is dressed
and posed for a photo.

The eyes are added in after,
during the printing
and developing process.

The same trickery used to
alter the scrutiny camera photo.

If anybody could have altered
the negative, it's this McLeod.

Good work, Crabtree.
Bring the ghoul in.

Sir, will do.

So it's likely Nurse Rowan and
her paramour had their trysts here
under the cover of darkness.

If so, someone may have seen them.

China roses, no question.

Well, Murdoch...

Look here, Detective.

Some tracks. A wheelchair, perhaps?

Yes.

Look here, a piece of cotton.

Nurse Rowan's uniform was torn.
The coroner and I assumed it had
snagged on some rocks in the water.

I'll take this to the coroner
and see if it matches the uniform.

If it does, this may be
where Nurse Rowan was killed.

Ezra?

Were you watching us
from the window?

I was having trouble breathing.

It helps to stand.

Would you like Dr Ogden
to give you something?

No.

I'm feeling better.

Ben Digiorno's stuffed rabbit.

This must be what his mother
was looking for.

Ezra...

why do you have Ben's toy?

It was no good to him
after he was dead.

Was the toy torn like this
when you found it, Ezra?

Yes.

All ready, sir? Almost.

Sir, I've been thinking, McLeod may
have paid off his alibi witness to
say that he was in Hamilton

when he was actually here in Toronto,
Of course he paid him.
Wouldn't you to avoid the hangman?

McLeod is a passer-by in
a jewellery store picture
fleeing the scene.

He's also the man on
the scrutiny camera photo.

It's not for dead certain,
but we both know it's true.

Right then, let me
take a crack at him.

Sir, I was wondering, might I?

You? All respect, Crabtree, but...
Sir, I have an idea.

I think I can get McLeod to confess
to killing that girl. Is that a fact?

Yes, sir. There's just a few things
I need to prepare

before I speak with him.

I'll be in my office.
Thank you, sir.

I thought you were just as
proficient in photography

as Detective Murdoch judged,
maybe even worse.

Firstly, Higgins, it's not "the"
photography, it's just photography.

Secondly...

You're not wrong.

Right, we know that Nurse Rowan
was murdered first,

injected with a lethal
dose of heroin, likely
in the hospital garden.

Correct. And there's a significant
probability that the killer
is the lover that jilted her.

Most likely a doctor on staff.

And having murdered Nurse Rowan,
the killer needed a means

to remove her body from the garden

without raising suspicions
should they be seen.

Hence the wheelchair. Yes.

What if he WAS seen?

There's a direct line of sight
from the ward to the garden below.

I believe Ben saw the murder

and the killer saw him
and knew on the spot

that he would have
to silence the boy.

Except he waited two days
before killing Ben.

In that time, Ben could have
told anyone what he'd witnessed.

Excellent observation, Julia.

Why wait indeed?
It's possible we are wrong.

It's possible I'm wrong
and Nurse Rowan's killer didn't
see Ben in the window after all.

But then how did the killer know
Ben had seen him murder Nurse Rowan?

Last thing he said to me was, "Our
money troubles will soon be over."

Ben told his mother that their
money troubles would soon be over.

She assumed that it meant
one less mouth to feed,

but there's more than one way
to solve money troubles.

Blackmail?

But, William. Ben was 12 years old.

A starving family
is ample motivation

for a resourceful young boy.

And blackmail is ample motive
for Ben's killer.

Well, as Inspector Brackenreid
would say, that's all well
and good, Murdoch,

but where's the evidence?

Ben's notebook.

It's possible that what
you thought was the word zoo

was in fact 200, as in dollars.

The amount he was demanding?

And 'm' and 'y' are the first
and last letters of...

money.

And 'g', 'd', and 'n'

are not Ogden, but...

Garden.

But Ben was not well enough
to go outside.

That's true, but it all points
to blackmail nonetheless.

If Ben collected the money
before he was killed...

Where did he keep it?

Ezra?

Wake up. Go away.

You're not in any trouble,
now sit up.

Ezra, did Ben stuff anything
into this toy?

No.

Ezra, we know you're lying.

Where's the money that was in here?

I don't know what you mean.

There appears to be $200 here, Ezra.
All right.

I saw Ben stuff the money in the
toy. When? Who gave it to him?

I don't know.

But the day before he died, he
went down to the end of the hallway.

I had to go to some treatment
and when I came back

I saw Ben stuff the money
in the toy.

That's all I know, I swear.

There's soil on it.

Look, I didn't steal from him.

I wouldn't.

But he was dead.

I thought, when I'm cured
I'll need money.

Julia, this is a gardenia plant.

Yes?

The note, it wasn't
referring to the garden

where Nurse Rowan was killed,

but the gardenia plant where
the blackmail money was to be left.

Only the killer knows this,
and now us.

This gives us the opportunity
to convince the killer that his
blackmailer is still alive,

perhaps a cryptic note left on the
ward notice board. I don't follow.

A note, one which only the killer
would understand, one that convinces
him that he murdered the wrong boy,

one that demands another payment.

To be left in the usual place.

It might be enough
to force our killer's hand.

So, McLeod,

how long do you think it will
be before we get the truth out
of your friend in Hamilton?

The one who lied for you
about your whereabouts April 23?

He's not lying, and I will not
confess to a murder that I
couldn't possibly have committed.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Higgins, you can't just come barging
in here. Can't you see that
I'm in the middle of an interview?

I'm sorry, Constable Crabtree,
I thought you'd like to know
that you were right. Ah.

There WAS a safety negative
in Brackenreid's office.

Are you sure it's of the
jewellery store robbery?
I made a print of it myself, sir,

it's the original all right.

Well, well, well, McLeod.

What do you have to
say for yourself now?

Just as I thought.

That was odd.

I've never seen Mrs Abbot go into
the ward other than on her tours.

Step away from
Ezra's bed, Mrs Abbot.

Yes, he'll be needing it to
sleep in when he gets back.

Why did you think it was Ezra?

Because he was a malicious child.

But you killed Ben first.

I watched him take
the blackmail money

but when I saw the second note,
I realised that Ben must
have been doing Ezra's bidding.

You were right the first time,
Mrs Abbot. Ben Digiorno
was your blackmailer.

You can rest assured
you killed the right boy.

But what could Nurse Rowan
have possibly done to you?

Why kill her?

Because Nurse Rowan
and Dr Abbot were lovers. Please.

Don't speak of it.

Your husband was her secret lover,

and when he tried to break it
off with her she wouldn't
go quietly, would she?

The hospital foundation is my life.

When I found out about them I
demanded Lawrence stop endangering
everything that I'd worked for.

His vulgar secret was bound
to get out.

He did as I asked.

But she...

She had to be stopped.

So you lured her to their secret
rendezvous spot with a note

supposedly from your husband
asking for a reunion,

where you injected her with
enough heroin to kill her instantly.

But you didn't know that Ben
had seen it all until afterwards,

when his blackmail note
found its way to you.

You knew what you had to do next.

I had no choice.

Mrs Abbot,

you killed Nurse Rowan
and a young boy,

to preserve your standing
in the community. I...

I cannot find the words.

And so I instructed my lads
to alter the film negative

so they could convince McLeod
he'd been caught out.

Beat him at his own game, I did.

Very clever, Inspector.
You're the hero.

You said your readers
love irony, Paddy. Well, they're
going to love this one.

'Photographer hoisted on his own
petard caused by photographic
sleight of hand'.

And he'd have got away with it

if he'd left well enough alone.
You can quote me on that. Make sure
you spell the name right.

Of course, if this sleight of hand
ever catches on with the public,

how will you ever trust
photographic evidence again?

Still, all kudos to you, Inspector.

Glynn.

Glynn, come back.

I've just recalled a few important
details. Crabtree, get in here.

Yes, sir.

Are you sure you wouldn't
consider a posting with the
Buffalo force, Detective?

I can guarantee you
that we have more crime here.

I'll take your offer
as a compliment, sir.

It was. If you need anything,
you let me know. I will.

Thank you, Detective Callaghan.

I wouldn't let her go either,
if I were you.

My offer stands.

So I guess this is goodbye.

Yes.

I've enjoyed our time together.

As have I. It's like old times.

It's done my heart good
to see you again, William,

but I feel that we haven't had
nearly enough time together
to just be ourselves.

I agree.

Julia, I... William!

What are you doing?

Nothing... I...

William...

I can't possibly renew
our relationship together.

What's to stop us?

I'm engaged to be married.

Oh, I see.

Why didn't you tell me?

There was never a good time.

There still isn't.

May I ask to whom? Well, yes.

You've met him.

It's Dr Darcy Garland.

Where are my manners?
Congratulations to you, Julia,

and to Dr Garland as well.
Thank you, William.

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