All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S15E07 (EN)

*MURDOCH MYSTERIES*
Season 15 Episode 07

Episode Title:
"The Incorrigible Dr. Ogden"

Aired on:
November 01, 2021.

Sync corrections by srjanapala

One would expect
that the body

would have been thrown
by the oncoming train.

Indeed.

Instead of being
hit and thrown,

She appears to
have been run over

While laying
on the tracks.

Suicide, perhaps?

One possibility.

Doesn't appear to carry
any identification.

We should get her body off
the tracks before the 7:15.

Gentlemen?

Seems your suicide might
not be a suicide after all.

What are we looking at?

Limestone, typical of
Macadam paving material.

I saw no Macadam
at the railroad tracks.

Someone must have
moved her body.

It was likely
she was already dead

When the train cut
her in half.

Excellent work, Mrs. Hart.

We eagerly await
your postmortem results.

Mrs. Hart, where do
you buy your hats?

Hats?

Well, according to my wife,

"Violet hart wears
the most exquisite hats."

Oh! Well, tell your
wife I'm very flattered.

I get them made at Miss
Driscoll's Millinery on queen.

Ah! Thank you.

Margaret's been
in the doldrums recently.

I think a jaunty
new tit for might

Put the spring
back in her step.

Tit for?

Tit for tat! Hat.

Good day, Mrs. Hart.

Oh!

What is it
you're looking for?

A map.

Well, you've got
plenty of them there.

I'm looking for
a specific map.

Here it is.

The planning map of Toronto.

It indicates which
paving material is used

on each
of the city's streets.

Macadam is green.

The deceased's body was
found on the tracks... here.

And the nearest
stretch of Macadam?

Here.

Her name was
Jennifer Drask.

We were in the process
of notifying the authorities

of her disappearance.

A sad end
to a wretched life.

What was her crime?

Extortion. Larceny.

Miss Drask had a knack for
relieving people of their money.

And her record
as an inmate?

Exemplary.

As you know, we seek to
rehabilitate, not punish.

Miss Drask was intent
on bettering herself.

That's why her escape
comes as such a surprise.

I don't think
it was an escape.

I believe Miss Drask
was murdered

and her body was moved
to the tracks.

Murdered? Dear lord.

I'll need to familiarize
myself with the facility.

Head Matron Klotz
will show you around.

The pantry,
where we store and prepare food.

The laundry, where we
teach how to wash clothes.

The Mercer philosophy

is redemption through
domestic service.

Do any of your wards reject
this brand of redemption?

Yes. But not Jennifer.

She was obedient and docile,
a favourite among the matrons.

And what of the inmates?

They were cruel to her.

Just last week she was
viciously assaulted.

Miss Klotz?
Who is this man?

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto constabulary.

And you are?

Doctor Almira Cotton.
Head physician.

I'm investigating
the death of...

Poor Jennifer. I heard.
It's terribly sad.

She was one of
your patients?

These women
are all my patients.

This isn't work for me,
detective.

It's a... Calling.

One to which
I must now return.

Dr. Cotton?

I'll need to see the clinical
file on the deceased.

Nurse Adelina,
pull the file.

Yes, Dr. Cotton.

You'll receive the file
on your way out, goodbye.

The sewing room.

Are all of the windows here
at the reformatory barred?

Yes.

Right, then.

I'll need to
see the roof.

The roof?
Inmates don't have access to the roof.

Miss Klotz.

Who smokes
these cigarettes?

All the inmates
smoke those.

Attention everyone!

I'm detective William Murdoch
of the Toronto constabulary.

I'm investigating the murder
of one of your fellow inmates,

A Miss Jennifer Drask.

We got no snitches here,
detective.

Least not now
that Jennifer's gone.

Miss Dowson!

I beg your pardon?

Beg all you want.

I got nothing more
to say to you,

Nor do the others.

Have you made
an arrest in the case?

Unfortunately,
not yet.

Hm.
It's a match.

It would seem Miss Drask
did indeed fall from the roof.

Fall?

Likely not
of her own volition.

What's this?

May I use a scalpel?

An engagement ring.

And it's engraved
with the letters "E. E."

"E. E."

We do have an Edna Emerson
in our care.

What led to
her conviction?

Her father brought her
before the judge

Because she was
pregnant and unmarried.

She was sent here for
being incorrigible, and...

Oh, dear.

Her stillborn child

was delivered here
in the reformatory.

Oh.

Um, I'd like to speak with
this Miss Emerson, please.

It has your
initials on it.

I'm not the only E.E.
In the world.

Anyways, we're not allowed
to have jewelry in here.

This ring isn't mine.

You're quite sure?

I would certainly know
if I had been engaged,

Wouldn't I?

I came as soon
as I heard.

What's this about?

This is about you,
my darling.

I bought you a gift.

Why?

Because I love you.

Go on.

Oh!

You bought me another hat.

I did.

But not that hat.

You bought me a hat,
but not this hat?

Exactly.

But if you take
that hat...

To this shop,

Then you can exchange it
for any other hat you like.

I arranged it myself.

Really?

I've also arranged
dinner reservations

at that fancy French
place that you like.

Hm.

So, go and pick
yourself something nice

and we'll show it off
all over town.

Thank you, Thomas.

I've yet to set foot
in the Plaza theatre.

It's supposedly
quite the marvel,

Seats 900 spectators.

900, eh?

Current show
sounds promising,

Quebec's queen of vaudeville,
Eva Tanguay.

Jack?

Ah, could we turn down
this way instead?

I spotted Clara's
cousin over there.

I'd like to avoid her.

Also on the bill
is long tack Sam,

A magician whose performance
is said to enchant.

I could use a bit of
enchantment, couldn't you?

I just can't stop wondering
how many of those 900 people

would tell Clara that
they've seen us together.

I owe it to her
not to incite gossip.

Plus, she finds
vaudeville crude.

Well, let's
not invite her.

Be kind, Lewellyn.

My marriage helps shield
you and I from scrutiny.

It's a flimsy shield if I can
never been seen with you, Jack.

Ah! Watts! Perfect timing.

Uh, this is...

What's your
name again, sir?

Milo Strange.

Detective Llewellyn Watts.

Charmed.

Uh, what is
this regarding?

Walt Whitman
has been abducted.

Uh... Walt Whitman is dead.

Don't say that.

Walt Whitman.
The poet?

Walt Whitman the peacock.

Someone has
absconded with him.

- I'll leave you to it, then.
- But...

It's a bit
of a head scratcher,

But I'm sure you'll
crack it, watts.

- You're smirking.
- I assure you I...

It's fine.
I understand.

Mockery's a defense
deployed when a person

is confronted
by nonconformity.

I'm sure you're familiar
with the experience.

Nice jacket.

- Hm? Oh.
- Will you help me?

Thank you for
breakfast, Julia.

What a surprise.

It's nice to
have the time.

The perks of
being unemployed.

Indeed.

Well, one thing is certain:

The inmates at that reformatory
will not speak with me.

I've heard the reformatory's
a dreadful institution.

The Mercer claims
to provide the inmates

with the skills required

to integrate into
the general populace.

Yes, but most of those
women have been imprisoned

for such atrocities
as disobeying their parents.

And fornication.

Or socializing
with other races!

All things that men
can do with impunity.

I'm not surprised they won't
confide in a man with a badge.

Any idea how I could go about
getting them to trust me?

I suppose you could
plant an investigator

amongst the prisoners,
someone that the women

would trust
and confide in.

Intriguing proposal.

I wonder who I could
get to do that?

Maggie Muldoon,
you have been sentenced

to the Andrew Mercer reformatory

For an indeterminate period.

Welcome, Dr. Ogden.

So, what am I being
convicted of?

Or, rather,
what am I in for?

It seems you
are a pickpocket.

Oh! Marvelous.

- Hello.
- No talking amongst inmates.

This is not a social club.

Stop it.

No talking in the halls,
Miss Muldoon.

Now look what
you made me do!

Silence!

What is going on here?

New girl has no respect,
slopping her filth all over.

You pushed me!

You must like it in the hole,
Queenie Dowson.

I lie there dreaming
of you, Helga.

Guard, take Miss Dowson
to the basement!

Don't trust this one, girls!
She's hiding something!

She really did push me.

No one likes a snitch, Muldoon.

Go fetch a mop.

Move!

This is how you sew
the hem correctly.

See the stitches?

Evenly spaced
and in a straight line.

- Fine work, Edna.
- Thank you, Miss Klotz.

And this is how
you sew the hem incorrectly.

See the blood?
The mess...

I don't even know
what to call this.

If blasphemy
was a textile.

I'm so sorry, Miss Klotz.

I wish I had
Edna's talent.

Perhaps she could show me
what I'm doing wrong.

Bleed on the cloth again
and you'll be scrubbing floors.

Edna, show her
how to sew the hem.

Thank you.

So, how how do you?

Oh. Oh.

You make it
look so easy.

Thank you.

I'm Maggie.

Queenie's gonna kill you
when she gets out of the hole.

This is where I saw him last,
scratching under the lilac.

Why Walt Whitman?

We share the same
vocation.

As well as the same...

Inclinations.

You're a poet?

And I too "celebrate
myself and sing myself."

"and what I assume
you shall assume."

"for every atom
belonging to me..."

"as good belongs to you."

Whitman was a bit of
a peacock himself,

Don't you agree?

Strange! Where are you?

Who is that?

A brute whose soul contains
not one iota of peacock.

My neighbour,
burl schlage.

I heard you've been
making accusations.

Where is he, burl?

I didn't take your dang bird,
you niminy-piminy fop.

It had to be you.
You hate Walt Whitman.

You've made that clear.

Is that true?

Sure, I hate him.

Drives me mad with
his infernal squawking.

You see? What kind
of monster hates birdsong?

Hm.

Who's your little
friend, strange?

Oh.

Ah, thing is, detective,
it ain't birdsong.

It's more like,
"squaw, squaw, squaw."

Excuse me. This is
a criminal investigation.

You'd do well
to take it seriously.

What makes you think
someone would take it?

Well,
any birdbrain can see...

This latch don't hold.

I'm making no headway
with Edna Emerson.

Or the other inmates,
for that matter.

You need to make them
believe you are one of them.

I agree. But how?

Punch someone?

William.

I would prefer
a less violent approach.

What if Maggie Muldoon
were to bring in contraband?

Edna. Want a burner?

Put the fabric down, Muldoon.

I'm taking you off
sewing duty. Come.

Try not to burn yourself.

Oh, don't get tangled up
with that one, Muldoon.

Queenie Dowson here spends
most of her days in the hole.

Shivering in the dark
like the vermin she is.

Not a word!

Or I'll send you
right back down there.

It's no wonder your family
had you locked up.

You are wretched
and shameless.

Unworthy, unloved
and undeserving of anything...

You!

Sorry. I think
it slipped out of my hand.

Next time,
you get ten of those.

Back to work!

Winifred? Has anyone
seen winifred Sanders?

- Hold.
- There you are.

Winnie, Dr. Cotton
will see you now.

I don't wish to go,
nurse Adelina. Please.

You can discuss it
with the doctor.

You know
she'll turn a deaf ear.

What's this about?

I don't want to
see the doctor.

Not this again. Guard!

Take her to surgery.

Where are they
taking her?

She's getting snipped.

Snipped?

Yeah. It's the doc's specialty.

She says it stops
incorrigibles from breeding.

That's barbaric.

The girl who died,
did she get snipped?

Jennifer?

Yeah, but she didn't
seem to mind.

Edna, how did
Jennifer get your ring?

Who told you?

You know how
people gossip.

Mm-hm.

Jennifer was my friend.

And when I ended
things with Leon,

I gave the ring to her.

Too many memories.

I'm sorry.

Leon's an Indian.

Being with him is what got me
sent here in the first place,

Mixing races and all.

I had to end it.

Move!

Psst. New girl.

Ah, Mrs. Hart, thank you
for the recommendation.

So, how's
the postmortem going?

It's been challenging.

The trauma to her body

complicates
the process tremendously.

Understood.
What have you found so far?

She was a robust
woman of 32.

The injuries from
the train occurred

after Miss Drask
had already died.

She was killed
by the fall.

As we expected.

She also has a relatively
new surgical scar.

Her file from
the Mercer mentions

she had a tubal ligation
while at the reformatory.

Anything else?

Yes.

There was an injection
administered here

Shortly before her death.

The toxicology analysis shows
she was heavily sedated.

So, she was drugged before
she fell off the roof.

Come look.

Nice view, huh?

And the fresh
air is just...

How'd you get
the door open?

One of the girls
stole a key from a guard.

We pass it around.

Up here, you can
almost pretend you're free.

Is this where
that girl fell?

Jennifer?
Yeah, probably.

I say good riddance.

She was a snitch
and a teacher's pet.

Everyone hated her.

Edna said
they were friends.

Some friend.

Should have heard
Jennifer taunting Edna

About the baby
she lost.

Edna was crying
and Jennifer wouldn't stop.

So, I socked her
in the teeth.

When was that?

Day before she died.

I was locked up in the hole
when Jennifer went off the roof.

I asked Edna about it.

She said Jennifer
got what she had coming.

You will stand in the corridor
and maintain silence

While we perform
inspections.

Exit your cells.
Quickly now!

So, the toxicology report
found sedatives?

And yet none were recorded
in Miss Drask's medical file.

Well, apparently, the other
inmates despised her.

Perhaps one of them
obtained the drugs?

I could try to search
the doctor's office.

Also,
I found a love letter

from Edna's ex-fiancé,
Leon Redbird.

She told me they'd broken up,
but the letter says otherwise.

If Miss Emerson pushed
Miss Drask off the roof,

then I suppose Mr. Redbird

could have moved
her body to the tracks.

Leon Redbird?

- Yes?
- May I have a word?

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto constabulary.

I understand you know
Miss Edna Emerson?

What happened?

Is she okay?

Oh! Miss Emerson is fine.

I'm actually investigating
the death of another inmate,

A Miss Jennifer Drask?

Read the name
in the papers.

No, never met her.

It's a sad story.

Mr. Redbird?

Ah, no,

I'm worried about Edna
in that awful place.

Ah, yes.
My sympathies.

However, I must ask,
where were you two nights ago?

Two nights ago.

I pulled an overnight unloading
a truckload of cabbages.

Can anyone confirm this?

Uh, the driver.
He'll vouch for me.

- May I?
- You may.

Thank you.

A missing bird
is not police business.

But...

The law can't help you,
Mr. Strange.

But certainly someone
would have noticed

a peacock wandering
the streets of Toronto.

I am positive
he's been stolen.

Who on god's green earth
would want to steal a peacock?

The bloody bird
likely just flew away.

And landed on
your wife's head?

You don't like it?

It's exquisite.

I was on the brink
of concluding my report

And I found something
quite unusual.

What is it?

Though Miss Drask
had a sterilization scar,

she had not, in fact,
been sterilized.

A surgical scar
but no surgery?

Are you quite sure?

Yes.

Her reproductive organs
are completely intact.

Then why the scar?

That's your domain.

Put your back into it,
Muldoon.

Edna Emerson!

I am thoroughly
disappointed in you.

No! No, please!
Please don't put me in the hole!

Please don't
put me in the hole!

You keep scrubbing
'til we come back.

How did you get in here?

Explain yourself.

I think I'm coming
down with the flu.

I...

I came to look for you,
but the door was open.

Lies. You're trying
to steal from me!

No.

But I am curious
why you're hiding

all this money
in your office.

That is none
of your concern.

I'll not be questioned
by an incorrigible.

You have no idea who I am.

Your impertinence
is unacceptable.

Nurse,
sedate this patient.

You will not!

Matron Klotz,
restrain her.

Don't touch me.

You're nothing but
an insolent wastrel.

I'm a surgeon.

And a better one
than you, I'd wager.

Surgeon?

This one can't hem a tablecloth
let alone sew up a wound.

She is clearly delusional.

Gather your materials.

I prefer holbein
superfine needles,

Threaded with cat gut.

The same kind you use,
Dr. Cotton.

Quiet, Adelina.

Sterilize your materials.

I hear you're a huge

Sterilization
enthusiast, doctor.

Miss Muldoon,
you are being disruptive.

My name is Dr. Julia ogden,
and you're damn right I am.

Nurse Adelina,
give her the injection!

Don't! Call the warden!
He'll tell you.

Give her the shot.

No!

I'm sorry.

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

Just send the bill
to my parents.

Of course, Miss Bowden.

Is this your handiwork?

Oh. It certainly is.

A beauty, isn't she?

I call her
"the Penelope".

You should call her
"the Walt Whitman."

Come again?

He knows his name!

How did you
procure this peacock?

I bought it off
a street urchin.

He claimed he had
caught it in the wild.

Are you suggesting that
peacocks are native to Ontario?

I'm suggesting
I bought it fair and square.

Oh, come now.

It's even wearing
the silver ankle band

upon which Mr. Strange
inscribed its name.

I don't care if he dressed
it in a ball gown

And called it aunt Sally.

It's mine now!

I paid three
dollars for it.

Regardless of how it came
into your possession,

This peacock clearly
belongs to Mr. Strange.

It's all right, detective.

I believe
this nice woman's story.

And vengeance is not an
instinct I incline to indulge.

Tell you what: Make me
one of your gorgeous hats,

Using Whitman's feathers.

Name your price.

Add on the amount you paid
the child. I'll buy it.

But whatever you do,
I'm taking my peacock home.

I'm so sorry.

I don't agree with
throwing women in the hole.

There are a lot of things
about this place

I don't agree with.

Is it true? You're a doctor?

Yes.

I'm secretly investigating
the reformatory.

Really?

It's about time someone
exposed the conditions here.

Thank you for doing this.

Well, yes.

I think I've gathered enough
evidence to finish my report.

Do you think you could
get me out of here?

Follow me.

You don't have an appointment
with the warden.

The warden has accepted
unscheduled visits in the past.

It should be no different
on this occasion.

Well, then it's a shame
the warden isn't here.

On this occasion.

Where might the warden be?

Attending a family
function in Kingston.

I am here on official
police business.

I need to question
one of your inmates,

A Maggie Muldoon.

That one. Always trouble.
You cannot see her.

She is undergoing
corrective therapy.

I beg your pardon?

She's being disciplined.

- Sir!
- I warned you.

Julia!

Julia!

Julia!

William!
Thank you, Adelina.

Oh, thank god.
Are you all right?

I'm fine, William,
but I do believe

I'm ready to be sprung
from this place.

What have you found out?

Edna Emerson could not
have drugged Jennifer.

The supplies are
too well secured.

Well, then who?

Dr. Cotton is acting
very suspiciously.

She has a stack of money
hidden in her office,

Which she most adamantly
does not wish to discuss

And when I confronted
her on it, she...

She drugged me
and put me in...

The hole.

I am appalled that
you're taking the word

of this reprobate over...

It's in the drawer.

This reprobate is working
with the Toronto constabulary.

That money has nothing
to do with your investigation.

Did Jennifer Drask bribe you
to stop the operation?

What?

Jennifer Drask's
file indicates

You performed
a sterilization procedure.

Yet, in our postmortem,
we found no evidence

of such a surgery.

Did she threaten
to expose you?

Is that why
you killed her?

That's nonsense!

You gave Jennifer Drask
a fake scar

In order to hide
your corruption.

I'm sure warden Burke
will be very interested

in your creative
attention to detail.

All right.
I took her money.

But I didn't
kill Jennifer Drask.

The night she died,
I was dining at chez Pierre.

Even if that is true,
you'll still be fired.

For what?

I was just doing my job.

You were sterilizing
women against their will.

As mandated by
the Mercer reformatory,

An institution that values
my vision and expertise.

And what exactly
is your vision?

A society unburdened
by the morally unfit.

I'll not stand idly by
while habitual criminals

pollute our world
with their offspring.

I agree.

The woman's philosophies
are despicable.

The entire system
is despicable.

The entire
system can wait.

Because right now
I just need you

to solve this
particular murder.

Well, how could Jennifer
have smuggled in

this money to pay
off the doctor?

"corktown provisions."

Looks like you're going
shopping, me ol' mucker.

Mr. Redbird?

Mr. Redbird, stop!

Turn around.

Please,
don't take him away.

You didn't tell me
your and Edna's son survived.

Well, you didn't ask.

So, it's not
exactly a lie.

But I did lie
about Jennifer Drask.

So, you knew her?

She was blackmailing Edna.

She said if
children's aid found out

that our son was alive,

They'd take him away.

So, you paid her?

What would you do
if it was your boy?

First Jennifer
took Edna's ring.

Then she took
all the money we had.

We gave her everything
to protect Charlie.

But we had nothing
to do with her death.

You checked my alibi.

Please, just let me
take my son home.

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Redbird.

Mm-hm.

We'll contact you if we
have any further questions.

All right.

Come on, Charlie.

Let's go home.

So, the money Jennifer Drask
used to bribe Dr. Cotton

was in fact
Leon Redbird's savings.

Miss Drask had been
blackmailing Edna Emerson

by threatening to
expose the fact

that her son
had survived.

Blackmail gives Emerson
a motive to kill Drask.

But Edna didn't have
access to the syringe

or the sedatives that were
found in Jennifer's system.

Nor could she have carried
the body to the tracks.

And Leon Redbird
had an alibi,

So he couldn't have
done it, either.

I'm just stunned that Edna
managed to smuggle her baby

out of that dungeon.

She must have had help.

Anyone who helped her could be
another potential target

Of Jennifer Drask's extortion.

Someone had to have signed
the baby's death certificate.

Let's have a look
at Edna's medical file.

And here it is. Stillbirth.

Signed by
Adelina Dimartino.

The nurse.

You see how happy he is?

How does one determine
whether a peacock is happy?

By his strut.

So, I suppose our
adventure ends here.

Oh, it doesn't have to.

- Oh!
- I hope you will attend.

Huh.

Thank you for taking me
seriously, detective watts.

And thank you
for granting me

a reprieve from seriousness,
Mr. Strange.

Oh! Fix your latch.

All right.

I can't find
Adelina anywhere.

I have looked upstairs,
downstairs,

the kitchen,
the sewing room, the laundry.

I have searched
absolutely everywhere!

Julia?

The roof.

Adelina!

Miss Dimartino,
step away from the edge.

It's all my fault,
you know.

The death of Miss Drask?

She fell right here.

I heard her head
hit the ground.

Crack!

I still hear it
over and over.

If Jennifer fell,
it is not your fault.

Yes, it is.

She wanted money to keep
quiet about Edna's baby.

We came here to talk.

She started yelling
her demands

and I gave her a shot
to calm her down.

She lost her balance.

She fell right here.

I heard her head
hit the ground.

Crack.

Please, Adelina,
just take one step down.

This place is evil
and nobody cares.

I care!

And I'll do
everything in my power

to see that you receive

the most lenient
sentence possible.

Everything in your power.

What power do you have?

Not as much
as I'd like sometimes,

but, please, Adelina,

I do believe that women
can change the world.

But first we have to start
trusting each other.

Please!

Are you all right?

I just wanted
to help those women.

You did.

With every small gesture
of compassion you offered them.

I wanted to show
you something.

I recruited a lawyer
friend of mine.

We lodged
an emergency petition.

With my testimony,
we believe we can secure

Edna's release and have her
reunited with her family.

Maybe you do
really have power.

It's not just my doing.

You helped to keep
that family together.

I suppose
I'm going to jail now.

Thank you, Dr. Ogden.

But what about the others?

Who will speak for all
the other incorrigible women?

It's a small gathering,
informal,

and it sounds
like a lot of fun.

You remember fun,
don't you?

I can't.
I have family obligations.

You're a married man, Jack,
you will always have

Family obligations.

I'm just asking for
two hours with you.

I'm sorry. I'm late.

Clara's made
a pot roast.

You'd choose boiled
cow flesh over me?

Thomas?

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

You've had
your coat cleaned.

Want to look the bee's
knees for my best girl.

Oh.

I know what you're
doing, Thomas.

You don't have to
fuss over me.

Anything I can do to put
a smile on my wife's face

is no fuss at all.

I can't do it.

I can't pretend
to be happy

When every hour
of every day

I'm driven mad
by the thought,

Where's our son?

Where's Bobby?

What did the men you've
hired been telling you?

They found him.
In winnipeg.

What?

Bobby's in winnipeg?

He was.

He got wind that
I was looking for him.

He ran off again.

Why did he run?

Margaret,
Bobby's life is his own

to salvage or destroy.

There's nothing
we can do about it.

We could help him.

No we can't.

Not unless he wants it.

No. No.

It's the truth.
I'm so sorry, Margaret.

No. No.

Thank you all for coming.

May this night
transport us

from this coarse
and weary world

and show us a place

Where we are limitless.

My name is Milo Strange.