All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S04E08 (EN)

Can I help you? Number, please?
Yes, number please? Number, please?

Go ahead, sir. Go ahead, sir.

CHOKING: 'Help.'

COUGHING AND CHOKING

'Help.'

CHOKING

'Help.'

PHONE HANGS UP

PHONE RINGS

I said no calls
while Mr Lowe is here.

Sorry, Isaac.

You were saying the campaign's
tilted in my favour, yes?

Indeed, your opponent has foolishly
come out against the subway project.

Excellent. But what did we expect
from a backward-thinking blowhard

like Ellis Cornwall?

Which is why you are the right
candidate for Alderman.

"Brackenreid! Right the Ship!" eh?

Clear sailing from here, I'd say.

Ah, but the voting public is fickle,
if it's even thinking at all.

To that end, your campaign wants you
out there stumping, driving home

your vision of Toronto's
world-class future. I'm ready.
Let me at that gobshite Cornwall.

That's the spirit. But, first,
a little sprucing wouldn't hurt.

Sprucing?
Yes. Your campaign wants your public
image as bright as a new button.

And what does this, uh,
sprucing involve?

Well, for starters,
I will have my tailor come over
and measure you for a new suit.

A new suit?
And who's paying for that?

Don't you worry about that.
That's very generous of you, Isaac.

We are going to knock 'em dead,
Inspector! I will see you soon.

Yes, you will.

And that's when I plugged into
the jack and heard that awful sound,

that poor woman being murdered.

Murdered? Are you sure?

Yes, strangled.
I have very good hearing.

Oh, really? And do you remember
where this telephone call came from?

Number 2315.

You again. It's Miss Moffatt.

Tess Moffatt, Inspector.

Sir, Miss Moffatt believes she
overheard a murder last night.

A murder this time. Well, I'll put
my best man on that immediately.

Murdoch!

Miss Moffatt, this "murder"
is the fourth imaginary incident
you've wasted our time with.

A tiny reminder.
You're not a policeman.

You're a telephone operator.

Then you are aware that I am
breaking telephone company rules

by repeating what I overheard.
Good day, Inspector.

Sir, we are obliged to look into
any reports of criminal activity.

More than five minutes on this,
Murdoch, and you'll be
a telephone operator.

Bloody woman.

Did Miss Moffatt happen
to recall the number, George?

She did, sir. 2315.

It should be here
in the reverse directory.

240 Walnut Street.

DOORBELL RINGS

Constable?

Uh, the back door was open, sir.

Oh.

Uh, do come in.

There doesn't seem to be
anything out of the ordinary, sir.

I suppose Miss Moffatt
has cried wolf once again.

Hm.

Uh, just a moment, George.

What are you looking at, sir?
If I'm not mistaken...

this is blood.

George, search the house.

Yes, sir. Explain yourselves.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary. And you are?

Mrs Handsworth,
Mr Whittaker's housekeeper.

And I asked you for an explanation.
We believe something untoward
has occurred in this home.

Impossible. Mr Whittaker
is a fine Christian man.
And where is Mr Whittaker now?

He left on business
for Chicago three days ago.

Is there any chance you left
the back door unlocked last evening?
None whatsoever.

Goodness,
has Mr Whittaker been burgled?

We're not sure.

Who else has access to the home?

I have the only key
apart from Mr Whittaker.

Then do you have any idea where
this drop of blood came from?

I'm sure I don't.

Miss Moffatt, what exactly did you
hear on Mr Whittaker's line?

I heard the sound
of a woman being strangled.

PHONE RINGS

Ah. Pardon me, Miss Moffatt.
Constable. Sir. Miss.

Thank you.

Detective Murdoch.

Yes, I placed the call to Chicago.

Oh, my! Will you look at that?

Is this a fingermark kit?

Yes, it is. Fascinating.
Have you ever caught a criminal
using fingermarks, Constable?

Yes, as a matter of fact we have.
It's an extremely useful tool.

Everyone in the world
has unique fingers.

Uh, I should
get back to my duties, though.

Oh, thank you, Constable.

Of course, Miss Moffatt.

Whittaker is still in Chicago, sir.

He's been there on business
for the past three...

Are you quite sure this
is a good time, sir?

You can't be in politics
without paying attention
to your image, Murdoch.

Go on.

Yes, sir. Whittaker confirms that
only he and his housekeeper
have keys to the house.

She checked that nothing
was missing? She has.

Well, that rules out burglary.
Any reports on a missing woman?

Or a dead one, for that matter?
No, sir.

Why am I not surprised?

Sir, the drop of blood on
Whittaker's desk remains a mystery.

What do you think, Murdoch?

Brown, blue?
Or what about the pinstripe?

Too modern? Sirs? Oh, no, sir.

A body's been found near
Sherbourne and Bloor, sir.

There you go, Murdoch.
A real case, not some figment
of a girl's imagination.

Pinstripe.

I came around the corner
and saw him lying there.

Gave me the shock of my life.

And what were you doing in
the lane-way, Mr Phillips?

I'm a city worker.

I was inspecting a gas line.

Never expected to find
something bad like this.

Detective?

Excuse me.

He's so young.

Yes, I know this must be difficult.

There seems to be some bruising.
There's a small inconsistency
in the ligature marks.

He was strangled, possibly
by a thin rope that was frayed.

And the time of death?

In the last 12 to 18 hours.

I discovered something
quite unusual.

The clothes don't match the boy.

How do you mean? He had a deficiency
in mineralized calcium. Rickets.

Generally a disease of the poor...

Yes. Perhaps he stole the clothes?

Perhaps...

Have you seen him?
Have you seen him?

Right, then. Thank you.
Sir. Down there.

Oi!

What's your name, lad?

Dorrie, think hard.

Have you seen this boy before?

We need to contact his parents.

Let them know what's
become of their boy.

Can I go now?

One more question.

Why did you run, Dorrie?

Street boys always get the blame
for something. Don't matter what.

A milliner's? What's a street boy
doing buying hats?

I spoke to the shop owner,
a Miss Elizabeth Lurchen.
She's a kindly soul.

She lets Dorrie use her telephone on
Mondays and Fridays at 11 o'clock
to receive a call from his uncle.

Is that so?
The little angel has a kindly
old uncle who telephones regularly.

This Dorrie's got more
than he's letting on, Murdoch.

Yes, sir. I believe he lied when
he said he didn't know the dead boy.

Well, perhaps we should listen
in to the lad's next call on Monday?

Listen in? Yes, sir. The milliner's
shop is on the Temperance
Street Telephone Exchange.

That's where Miss Moffatt works.
Give me strength!
I could supervise the call,

that way it's official police
business and she won't be
risking her employment.

If we involve her in a murder
investigation and it goes wrong,

well, I am running for Alderman,
you know?

BOTH: We know.

Sir, I'm confident George will
manage his plan with success.

Operator. Go ahead, sir.

Connecting you now.
Ma'am, that line is occupied.

Number, please?
That line is otherwise engaged.

An incoming call...from the public
telephones at the Junction Exchange.

'I have a call for 1098.'

Thank you, operator.

1098, the milliner's number.
PHONE RINGS

'Top Hats Millinery.'

'Good morning, Madam.
I am calling for my nephew, Dorrie.'

'Yes, sir.' 'Hello.'

'Hello, Dorrie. Are you well?'

'I am, uncle. Are we meeting today?'

'Yes. 159 Castle Frank Road.'

'The usual time.'
PHONE HANGS UP

A street boy with an uncle
living up in posh Rosedale!?

That doesn't add up. Will you
stake out the house? Stake out?

It's a phrase I learned in the
penny dreadfuls. It means to watch.
Oh, I know. What are you doing?

Well, you've just given me an
idea now for my adventure novel.
Adventure novel? May I read it?

Perhaps when I'm done.
Oh, I can wait.

Well, then, Detective Murdoch
will decide whether or not we
stake out the Castle Frank house.

Might I be able to come along?

No, absolutely not.

I have very good eyesight. Really?

No, Miss Moffatt, civilians cannot
become involved, especially the
fairer sex. It's far too dangerous.

I'll keep you abreast of any...
of anything...of any goings on.

Hello, Dorrie.

What have we here?

Please, sir, don't arrest me.

They'll kill me, too.

Right.

Let's try this again.

Did you know the dead boy?

Young man, you were caught
with stolen property.

You'll spend a great deal
more time in a prison cell
if you don't start cooperating.

Pip.

Pip was his name.
How did you know him?

He robbed houses, too.

You said, "They'll kill me, too."

Who are "they"? The men we work for.

They're rough.
Dorrie, who are "they"?

Who is this uncle you speak to
twice a week?

I don't know.

A man telephones
and gives us addresses,

we rob the house and leave
the jewellery at a drop place.

You never meet? No.

Where's Pip now? He's in the morgue.

Can I see him?

We were friends.

Did he have family?

Not that he said.

He'll be buried proper, right?

Yes, yes of course.

He was a smart one.

He could read.
He taught me some, too.

Really? He said if we wanted out
of the thieving life we'd have
to learn our letters better.

Maybe they found out
and killed him for it.

Dorrie, I know you're scared,
but cooperating with Detective
Murdoch is your way out, now.

Yeah, if they don't catch me first.

Gulliver's Travels. Do you know it?
I've seen it at the library.

I go and look at all the books
until they throw me out.

It's a wonderfully imaginative tale.

Why don't you borrow it?

Are you sure? Yes.

Thank you. I'll bring it back.

Right then, Dorrie, come along.

Marvellous speech at the Rotary Club,
last night, may I say?

You put Cornwall
solidly in his place.

Though, it might be an idea to tone
down some of your colourful language.

Tone down? Just so that "My esteemed
opponent, Ellis Cornwall,"

doesn't become "Ellis Cornwall,
that bloody little tosser." But...

One more thought here. Let's consider
"Tommy" as the name to call you.

"Tommy?" You serious?

"Tommy" is a man of the people.
"Thomas" plays tennis with his
opera-loving bon vivants. I see.

And we may need to do a little work
on that accent of yours. Accent?

Let's try enunciating more clearly.

"Oh, Horace,
isn't it horrid when you're hot

"and in a hurry and you have to
hold your hat on with your hand?"

Now you, Tommy.

"Oh, Horace, isn't it horrid
when you're hot and in a hurry

"and you have to hold your hat on
with your hand?"

I don't see how this bloody
posh accent is going to
make me a man of the people.

We must be all things to all people.

Will you trust me, Tommy?
I've done this before!
Excuse me, Isaac.

Urgent business.

Murdoch! Sir?

You've got something urgent for me,
right, yes?

Sir? You've got something,
Murdoch, for me.

Ah, yes, yes. Most urgent, sir.

I spoke with Dorrie. Apparently
he and Pip, the boy who died,
were working for jewellery thieves.

But there have been no reports
of burglaries.

A bit strange if thieves are running
around town. You sure Dorrie's
not telling tall tales?

Well, I did catch him with stolen
valuables. It would be in his best
interest to tell us the truth.

I'm not convinced you ever get
the whole truth from that kind.
KNOCK AT DOOR

Sirs, Mr Whittaker called.
He's back from Chicago.

DOORBELL RINGS

I have no idea what happened,
Detective. It's all very confusing.

Blood on my desk,
the back door unlocked.

I'm as mystified as you.
And how long has Mrs Handsworth
been in your employ, Mr Whittaker?

Five years.
You'll find no impropriety there.

Her credentials are impeccable.

You're quite sure nothing's missing?
Nothing Mrs Handsworth
may have overlooked?

Everything is just as I left it.

My gold cuff links in
plain view on my bureau.
Cash in my desk drawer.

Nothing is missing.

Perhaps it's simply
a misunderstanding, then.
So it seems.

I do appreciate your thoroughness.

PHONE RINGS

Oh. Excuse me.

Hello? Yes, I returned
from Chicago this morning.

I will be at the office
within the hour, yes. Thank you.

I apologise for the interruption.

I'll be needing to take
your telephone, Mr Whittaker.

Whatever for?

This fray on Mr Whittaker's
telephone line exposed the wires.

It matches the inconsistent
ligature marks on Pip's neck.

So it was Pip that Miss Moffatt
heard being strangled, not a woman.

He was small enough to get in
through the milk box.

Could he have been sent to rob
Whittaker's home? It's possible.

Perhaps Pip's killer
caught him in the act,

then suffered a cut in the ensuing
struggle. But who is the killer?

These criminals who take
advantage of destitute children.

And the parents who abandon them!

I can't imagine.
Everyone has their story, Julia.

Well, at least Dorrie
seems to have a future.

Let's hope. I'll be looking for books
that he might like.

Perhaps you should wait
for Gulliver's Travels
to make its way back...

Don't be such a pessimist.
Now you must excuse me.

I'm joining Darcy at the hospital
for a presentation on the draining
of infected wounds.

Are you sure Whittaker had nothing
to do with this, Murdoch?

The boy was killed in his house.

Yes, sir, but Whittaker was in
Chicago at the time of the murder.
I spoke to him there myself.

Fair enough. If the dead boy was
part of the jewel theft ring, maybe
we should find out how it operates.

Starting by identifying this elusive
uncle. How do you intend to do that?

Well, the thieves don't know that
Dorrie is co-operating with us.
What if Miss Moffatt...?

Not her again!
That girl's a bloody pest!

But what if she were to trace
Dorrie's next telephone call?

Miss Moffatt said that the uncle
telephoned Dorrie from a public
telephone at the Junction Exchange.

He may do so again.
I was thinking I could stake out the
Junction Exchange on Friday at 11am.

Stake out?
Yes, sir. It means "to watch".
Very good, George.

You can be on the telephone with
Miss Moffatt and she can then tell
you when Dorrie speaks to the uncle.

You'll be able to identify
the man at the Junction Exchange.

I assume this will call
for plain clothes?

Yes, George. I suppose it will.

I'll agree to this caper on
one condition. That Miss Moffatt
does not leave her switchboard.

For this plan to work,
it's imperative that
she remain at her post.

She's part of this once,
and this once only.

The question is, can we trust that
little stray not to queer the plan?

Pip was in a house in Rosedale?

Do you have any idea why
he might have been there?

No. He did his thieving in Parkdale.

Do you think I was right? One of
the men we rob for killed him?

It's a possibility.

That's why we'll be listening
to your phone call.

Now, it's important that you
speak and act naturally.

This "uncle" mustn't suspect
that we're on to him.

All right.

Under five miles, please.

Temperance Street
Exchange, please.

Try back later. Operator.

Number please? 'Miss Moffatt?'

Hello, Constable Crabtree.
I'll let you know when
the call comes through.

'The password is "Goldfish".'
Goldfish. Excellent.

Number, please.
1098. Connecting you now, sir.

Goldfish.

Goldfish.

'Goldfish, goldfish, goldfish!'
Yes, I hear you.

Which booth is he calling from?

I can't tell.

Well, let me know when
Dorrie ends the call.

Good thinking, Constable Crabtree.

They're just finishing now.

Oh, for the love of...

I followed the suspect
all the way to the courthouse,

where I discovered he is
Judge Benjamin Hooper.

Somehow I doubt His Lordship is
involved in a jewellery theft ring.

You had a 50-50 chance
of being right, George.

Perhaps you'll find the man
you didn't follow
in our Bertillon photos.

Crabtree's sifting through
photographs. Yes, sir.

I take it his grand plan fizzled?

Oh! Oh, sir, that is quite a suit.

Thank you, Murdoch.
Not too ostentatious?

No. Not at all.
Good. Isaac Lowe wants to
show off his spruced-up candidate

with a picture in the newspaper.

So, if you catch those
jewellery thieves...

It's a perfect opportunity
to call in the press.

Ah. Indeed. I'll be in my office.

You followed the wrong man. Yes,
I'm aware of that, Miss Moffatt.

Thank you for the reminder, though.
After you left the Junction
Exchange, I stayed on the line.

Dorrie's contact, the uncle,
made another call, to his brother

at the Union Station Exchange
public telephones.

How do you know it was his brother?
He called him that. They seemed
to be discussing their family,

but I suspect otherwise.

Do you? The man at Union Station
said, "Grandad wants to know
what's happened to his nephew."

The man at the Junction Telephone,
the uncle, then replied
that he didn't know.

The Union Station man then said,
"Grandad's very unhappy.
His Bible is missing."

Yes, I see what you mean.
It sounds like they're speaking
some sort of code.

As I suspected.
Did he say anything else?

Yes. They agreed to meet.

"Usual time. At our mother's."

You think that's code, too?
Very likely. I doubt they're talking
about an actual family member.

A public house? I can't think
of one called "Mother".

Could it be Our Mother of Divine
Sorrow church in Parkdale?

I'll inform Detective Murdoch
of this immediately.
This has been very helpful.

Please. Call me Tess, Constable.
Tess, call me George.

Goodness, George, there's a body!

Sir, this is...

This is the man I didn't follow
from the telephone exchange.
This is Dorrie's "uncle".

George, this is Randolph Phillips.

The man who claims
to have found Pip's body.

Then he's also involved
in the jewellery theft ring.
It's hardly a coincidence. Indeed.

Do you think he killed Pip, then?
Yes, I do. The question is, why?

He appears to have been tortured.

That's normally employed
to extract information.

I wonder what secret Mr Phillips
thought was worth dying for?

One-twelfth the size
of normal human beings.

It means the Lilliputians are
12-times smaller than Gulliver.

So they're about
five or six inches tall, then?

Exactly. You're quick
with mathematics.

Once I learn my letters better
I want to be an apprentice.
What would you like to do?

I fancy work in a printer's shop.

Well, knowing your figures
will serve you well, Dorrie.

Why don't you try another chapter
of Mr Swift?

I will. Good.

Now, I have to work.

Some work, huh?

See you later.

The wounds are unusual,
I don't know what caused them.

Some very particular instrument.

But there is no question -
Mr Phillips was tortured.

And then finished off?

I doubt it got that far.

He had a heart defect.

The pain of being tortured
triggered a fatal heart attack.

So it's possible that he died

before giving up the information his
assailant was after. Yes, poor man.

Oh, there's no need
for sympathy, Julia.

I believe Mr Phillips here
murdered young Pip.

Oh, I see.

Be sure to encourage
Inspector Brackenreid to
stand up straight for the camera.

He has a tendency to drop
his head forward somewhat.

Makes him look like a surly bulldog.

The elusive jewellery thieves,
I assume.

Yes. I believe they're organized in
a hierarchy. The young boys, known as
"nephews", commit the robberies,

then report back to the middle men.

Phillips, in this case,
who is the "uncle" and his "brother".
At the head is "Grandad".

Yes, well, some of this homicidal
horde have a horrible habit
of getting themselves murdered.

Ha! I got you there, Murdoch!
'Ardly any accent at all!

Yes, sir. Hardly any at all.
KNOCK AT DOOR

Reports of jewellery thefts
are trickling in.

All from wealthy folk who
have just returned from holidays.

So their Toronto homes
had been vacant for several weeks.

That's why the robberies weren't
reported. But how do the thieves
know the empty properties?

Someone must be familiar
with the neighbourhoods.

I've been checking in
with the pawn shops.
None of the jewellery is showing up.

It wouldn't. I believe this is
a sophisticated operation,

headed up by a fence who either
holds on to the stolen property

or has buyers elsewhere.

How does this connect to the
murders of Pip and Phillips?
KNOCK AT DOOR

Ah! Excuse me, gentlemen.
But I have to have my blooming
publicity photograph taken.

Keep me informed.

Sir, I can't help notice
the Inspector's language
has become less salty of late.

That it has, George.

I think I liked him better
the way he was.

PHONE RINGS

Constable Crabtree.
'George! The man who was on
the telephone with Mr Phillips -

'he's right here at the exchange!'
Well, who is it?

PHONE HANGS UP
Tess? Tess?

Number please? Yes, sir,
connecting you now. Go ahead, sir.

You're welcome. Number please?

Yes, ma'am?

There, there! Tess!
What the Dickens? He's right there.

Josiah Lawrence,
a telephone installer.

How do you know he was talking
to Phillips? I heard him
chatting to an operator.

I recognised his voice plain as day.
You're sure? Yes.
I have very good memory.

So do I.

George! Don't let him get away.

Go, go! Sir!

You there! Toronto Constabulary.

You're under arrest.

What in blazes for?
Just come with me.

You've arrested the wrong man.

Mr Lawrence,
do you know a Randolph Phillips?

I do not.

I insist you let me go.
I'm late for my shift at
the Toronto Telephone Company.

Where you are a telephone installer.

What has my job got
to do with anything?

It gives you access to
people's homes, does it not?
Why are you asking?

Mr Lawrence, do you know this boy?

My Lord.

I've never seen him before.

This man was pulled off the street
based on one of Miss Moffatt's wild
fantasies, do I have that right?

I thought so. Let him go.

Sir, Miss Moffatt was right about
the killing at the Whittaker house.

And if she is also correct about

Josiah Lawrence arranging to meet
Phillips, he is, in all likelihood,
a brutal killer.

Well then hold him,

and find some connection
to Phillips or the dead boy

apart from Tess Moffatt.
Is that clear?

Do you recognise this man?

I've seen him talking to Pip
a few days before he was killed.

Do you know what he wanted?

Pip told me that it was
none of my business.

And then the next time I saw him
he was wearing new clothes.

Is that who killed him?

I don't know, Dorrie.

I don't know.

So, Lawrence supplied the addresses
of the homes that were vacant
to Phillips.

Phillips then tells the boys
which households to rob.
And so why was Pip killed, sir?

Pip was hired by Lawrence to do
a job that didn't involve Phillips,
a deviation from the usual pattern.

Maybe that job involved breaking
into the Whittaker house. Perhaps.
Whittaker said nothing was taken.

Whittaker claimed
that nothing was stolen.

What if Pip was hired to steal
something from Whittaker's home

that Whittaker didn't want
the police knowing about?

Sir, are you suggesting
that Whittaker is involved
with the jewel thieves?

George, could Whittaker
be the Grandad?

Is it possible he's the fence?

And Lawrence sends Pip
to his house to find, what?

Perhaps it's this Bible
that Lawrence referred to in
his telephone call with Phillips.

Whatever this Bible is,
it was worth killing Phillips over.

So how do we prove any of this, sir?

Well, George, these thieves
communicate by telephone.

I wonder who Whittaker
has been talking to?

Perhaps the Inspector
will reconsider now

and allow Miss Moffatt
to listen in to Whittaker's calls.

George, I have another plan,
and we've been ordered to
steer clear of Miss Moffatt.

Mr Whittaker! A fence?
It's just a theory and
you didn't get that from me.

I could get in a lot of trouble
for even speaking to you right now.

That's so sweet.
Why are talking to me, then?

I thought you deserved to know,
I suppose.

Thank you, George.
You should tell Detective Murdoch
to smoke Mr Whittaker out.

Smoke him out? Yes. Trap him into
saying something incriminating.

You, you have to
lure him in, George.

Make him think you know
more than you do.

It's an interesting idea, Tess,
but please let's just
leave it at that for now.

Oh, George,
where's your sense of adventure?

I've arranged with
the telephone company

to route all of Mr Whittaker's calls
here to the station house.

That way, the moment Whittaker
picks up his phone to either
place or receive a call,

this recording device will be
activated, signalled by a flashing...

Ah, flashing light.

So Whittaker's calls
will be recorded and we'll
be able to hear them? Yes, sir.

And all of this will take place
without our having to attend to it.

Good, because I need your advice
on a matter of some importance. Sir?

Follow me.

Be honest now,
which is the most flattering?

Well... Just decide, Murdoch.

This one.

You look like a bulldog, sir.

That's my favourite one, too.

It says, "I listen", as well as,
"My mind is already made up."

That it does, sir. That it does.
That should satisfy Isaac.

Sirs, the light on the recorder
is flashing.

Mr Whittaker must have
received a call.

'I know what you're doing,
Mr Whittaker. I know about
your part in the jewellery thefts.

'I know everything
you've been up to.'

Oh my God. That's Tess.
'Who is this?'

What's that girl doing
talking to Whittaker?

'I will explain everything
when we meet, Mr Whittaker.

'I know how to find you.
I know where you live.'

PHONE HANGS UP

Sir, I swear, I had no idea...

It sounds like little
Miss Bloody Moffatt is after
a piece of the action herself!

No, I think she's trying
to help our investigation
by smoking out Whittaker.

Smoking out? Smoking out! Face it,
Crabtree, this is all your doing!
Smoking out...

In any case, I think it's best if we
get over to Whittaker's right away.

Sir, Mr Whittaker's telephone.

'What are you doing in my house? Who
sent you?' 'Never mind who sent me.'

Oh, God, Tess...
Bloody hell, she's in the house.

I believe she's taken the phone
off the hook. This is happening now!

'We can help each other.'
'Who sent you? Was it Lawrence?'

'What if I know
where your Bible is?'

'Where's my book!'
'I don't know. Please...' Oh, God...

'No!'

LOUD GROAN

Here's your prisoner, George.
Thank God you're here.
This woman is insane!

You could've been killed!

Don't over dramatise.
I knew you could hear every word.

The operators knew his calls were
re-routed to the police station.
She came at me unprovoked!

She's dangerous!

Mr Whittaker, you are under arrest
for larceny and for the murder
of Randolph Phillips.

Phillips? Who's that?

George? With pleasure, sir.

No! What the devil? She attacked me!

'Where's my book?'
'I don't know. Please...'

The missing book...

your "Bible" contains the information
you need to fence the stolen
property, does it not, Mr Whittaker?

And that is why you tortured
Randolph Phillips.

I am not a fence and I did not
kill this Phillips person.

My men are searching
your home right now.

And I'm confident that
they'll find a significant
amount of stolen property.

Where were you planning to
fence the stolen jewellery?

Chicago?

I'll speak to my lawyer now.

Someone wanted to squeeze Whittaker
out of the jewellery theft ring.
Who was it?

I believe Josiah Lawrence.

All he would have needed
was Whittaker's contact book
to take over.

And he hired Pip to steal it.

Yes, but I believe Whittaker
suspected Phillips, not Lawrence.

So Whittaker killed Phillips.

Sirs, I checked out Whittaker's
alibi for Phillips' murder.

He was at his office.
He didn't kill Phillips.

That leaves Josiah Lawrence. Correct.

I went by the Temperance Street
Exchange to look through
Lawrence's tool bag

and I found one implement you might
find of particular interest.

The teeth on your Linesman
pliers match the wounds
on Phillips' tortured body exactly.

Our coroner confirms it. You were
planning on cutting Whittaker out
of the jewel theft ring, weren't you?

You paid Pip to steal
his contact book.

Did your associate, Mr Phillips, find
out what you were planning to do?

Phillips followed Pip to Whittaker's
house, killed him and took the book.

That's why you tortured Phillips,
to get the book back.

Now, where is the book?

I don't know.

The bugger died before
I could get it out of him.

How was Gulliver's Travels?

I didn't get too far.

I tried but it's just too hard.

That it is.

Perhaps you'd prefer
Treasure Island.

That sounds good. It was a favourite
when I was your age.

Why don't you stay and read it
for a bit?

Congratulations, Murdoch.
The men found the jewels in
a hidden safe at Whittaker's house.

Another case done and dusted.

What now? Whittaker's in jail.
Phillips is dead and Lawrence
will hang for it.

What about Whittaker's
contact book, the Bible?

It's what they were all chasing
after, each one thinking the other
one had it. Yet none of them did.

KNOCK ON THE WINDOW

Sorry, Murdoch.

I've a ship to right.

The timing couldn't be better.
Now, we'll call a press conference

to announce the capture
of the thieves and
the recovery of the jewellery.

Great. There you go, lads.

This is exactly what your campaign
needs, a photographic opportunity.
There you go, Neil.

Tommy Brackenreid, you're a winner.

I am that, Isaac. I am that.

Phillips knew to follow Pip
to Whittaker's...

Because he found out what
Lawrence was planning, right?

But how did Phillips...?

Oh, I see Dorrie returned your book.

Don't sound so surprised, William.
He's a good boy.

But how did Phillips know
that Lawrence had hired Pip?

PHONE RINGS

City morgue.
'The line to Chicago is now clear.

'I'll put your call through.'

How curious,
it's a trunk call from Chicago.

Chicago? Yes, but I didn't
place a call to Chicago today.

Julia, how long ago was Dorrie here?

Not half an hour ago. Why?

I'll take that call.

I believe you missed your telephone
call from Chicago, young man.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh? I think you do.

That's mine!

No, it's Mr Whittaker's,
and I know you killed Pip to get it.

It's a shame that women can
never become police officers.
You'd pass all the tests.

Even the physical vigour exam,
which I'm sure Mr Whittaker
would attest to.

Goodness, the life of a policeman
is not for me. I've something
more exciting in mind.

More exciting than police work?

My own private detective agency.

A lady detective? Why not?

Maybe you'd care to join me?

We make a good team.
Don't you think?

Yes, I do.

But I can't, I can't let down
the Inspector and Detective Murdoch.

How very true. Where would they be
without Constable Crabtree?

Oh, I shudder to think, Tess.

I shudder to think.

I can assure you, gentlemen,
and you can quote me,

that when I right the ship there
will be no place for criminals
in Toronto for good.

Quite an opportunity
fell into your lap, Dorrie.

You followed Pip
to Whittaker's house. You knew
he was going to steal something.

You probably even guessed
what that was.

No, I only figured that out
after he showed me the book.

And when you saw the phone numbers
for jewellery buyers in Chicago
and elsewhere,

you realised that Lawrence
was planning to take over the gang.

Yeah, and I think, "Why Lawrence?
Why not me? I'm not stupid."

No, far from it.

I told Pip I wanted the book.

He wouldn't give it to me.

So I grabbed it. Pip fought back.

He made me bleed,
the little toerag.

So I killed him.

I mean, after all,
I just wanted the book.

He should'a just given me the book.
Right?

Dorrie moved Pip's body
into the lane-way and then told
Phillips that he had found Pip dead.

Setting up Phillips
for Pip's murder.

How could I be so taken in
by the boy?

We both were. He used us to
bring down the jewellery theft ring

and take it over for himself.

He's nothing if not audacious.

I sense it's more than that.
It's as if...

he imitates normal behaviour

to get what he wants and has
complete disregard for everyone.

But he's just a child.

You didn't see his complete
lack of feeling over killing Pip.

I don't know what we're
dealing with here, Julia.

A mental illness, perhaps,
or, a good boy gone bad?

Or is it possible to be born
without a conscience?

He's ready.

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