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- Enjoying yourself? - Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Good bunch of lads. - Oh! Excuse me boys.

The little fellow on the couch even likes footie.

Oh! Footie? Sounds intriguing.

Perhaps you could teach me.

So do you have a place to stay while you visit our fair city?

Uh, could I have a moment?

Cheeky.

Didn't want things to get awkward.

It wouldn't.

I don't bat for your team and, anyway, I'm a married man.

Mm, so was I.

Man to man, I... I need to know,

am I going to be able to keep my son, samuel?

It will be difficult if the police get involved.

- Difficult? - You'll lose him.

His mother's parents have claim.

He's my child.

They'll show you're not fit.

- I'm his father. - I know.

But the police won't care.

I build a life in toronto and I lose it.

How is that just?

He was dead when I buried him. I don't understand.

- Apparently, he wasn't! - He was dead.

You said so yourself!

Well, it appears, in this case,

you were not the only one wrong.

We should go to the police.

And what do you intend to tell them?

That the man you tried to kill is after us?

We cannot do that.

Oh, lord.

I'm sorry.

I did it for you.

I know, Arthur.

And I love you for it.

But the police will not solve the problem of Maurice for us.

Oh!

Open up. I'm not going away, George.

I know you're in there.

Henry, I appreciate your concern

but I'm not in the mood for consolation.

I'm not here to console you.

I have something you want to hear,

discovered something suspicious about your aunt Chrysanthemum.

Your aunt was charged with two counts of fraud

in St. John's in the last five years.

Well, that's not surprising, Higgins.

None of my aunts are angels.

I know that, George.

How did you find this out?

Effie inquired with a legal firm.

They provided the information.

Effie's involved?

What did I just say?

So, she still cares?

Surprisingly, yes.

Uh, so what shenanigans was aunt Chrysanthemum up to this time?

The charges also involved your aunt Oleander.

Do you want to know what I think?

I sure do. You've been coming up sixes so far.

There may be a reason, other than your bride's demise,

why your aunt Chrysanthemum and Oleander

don't want you to marry.

And that reason may be nefarious.

So, what do we do?

Well, we need to figure out what they're up to.

And to do that, we need some help.

"Those who dwelt in the East",

and the West were, indeed, wicked witches;

but now that you have killed one of them,

there is but one wicked witch in all the Land of Oz,

"the one who lives in the West."

That's not actually true.

Witches are not real, not in this world.

Despite what your uncle George Crabtree might think.

William, no need to stifle her imagination.

Oh, I thought you'd be pleased I'm no longer reading to her

from the periodic table of the elements.

Coming to bed?

Um... Not quite yet.

It seems my current investigation

has me tied to Mrs. Hart.

Speaking of witches.

Julia!

Here we are.

Good night, Susannah.

Night.

Do you want to know about Maurice Majors?

If you're truthful.

Hm.

I've drunk enough to be truthful.

For starters, I did not kill him.

In fact, might not even be dead.

What are you talking about?

That's not the point right now.

An empty glass, now that's the point.

Hm.

Mr. Majors had me bang to rights

for a crime that I committed.

It was years...

years ago, but a crime nonetheless.

- Ooh, wine. - Mm.

Back to you and Mr. Majors.

Majors was a known accomplice of a man named Walter Milton.

Now, he was a piece of work.

I knew him to be responsible for the death of two working girls,

but I couldn't prove it.

And I doubt anyone cared much about their death.

No, they did not.

But I did.

I had a friendship with them.

And, no, not like that.

Anyway, I caught a break.

An associate of Milton's was killed.

I found evidence that put Milton at the scene of the murder.

So I brought him in and charged him.

And how did this become a problem for Mr. Majors?

Majors produced a sworn statement that said he was...

he was with Milton at the time of the murder.

I destroyed it.

But Milton did kill his associate?

- No, he did not. - Ah.

But he did kill the two women.

Majors pleaded for Milton's innocence,

accused me of all manner of things.

Some of them true, but no one believed him.

No one would take the word of a Black man

over that of an honest copper.

And you were the honest copper?

And an englishman to boot.

Fair play and all that.

I was seeking justice for the two dead women

and all the others that were unfortunate enough

to cross Milton's path.

You broke the law,

stopped a man from saving his friend's life.

And more than likely saved the lives of many others.

It wasn't noble, but it had to be done.

What? You don't believe me?

I have a man in this very building

afraid to go to the police because the police here

don't follow the law and instead

do whatever they think is right.

Should we not be held to a higher standard

than those honest coppers?

Oh, I don't know, Watts.

All I know is I took a murderer off the street.

On my word,

I had nothing to do with the possible demise of Maurice Majors.

And you think Violet Hart is behind all this?

She could be.

And behind what, exactly?

What crime did she possibly commit?

She authorized the shipment of a coffin

said to contain her father's body to New York City.

That coffin had no body in it.

And you think he's behind

these two murders at the graveyard?

I don't know that, but he is a suspect.

If he's still alive.

And you want me to question her?

No, I'd like you to be there when I question her.

Oh!

There's no reason to believe

my father's body was not in the coffin.

Except for the fact that it wasn't.

Inspector Brackenreid has confirmed this himself.

He's confirmed nothing.

Someone could have easily tampered with the body during transport.

And who would do that?

I must say I don't know.

Everything appears to be in order.

The fact remains that the man is not dead.

I examined him. I declared a cause of death.

It's all right there.

Perhaps you made a mistake? It does happen.

You were distraught. He was your father.

Perhaps you overlooked something?

I was not distraught. I didn't even care for the man.

The only thing that has happened here

is a dead man's body has gone missing.

I don't think that that is all that has happened here.

Oh, no, of course.

I've pronounced my father dead

and then had him buried alive.

Is that the sort of thing you would think me capable of?

Mrs. Hart, I don't think we have begun to explore

the depths of what you are capable of.

We're not accusing you of anything nefarious here.

You may not be, doctor Ogden, but your husband certainly is.

I would like to take your report with me.

Of course.

My father's death is a matter of public record.

You are welcome to it.

Observations?

- She's hiding something. - My thoughts exactly.

Impossible to prove without a body.

I believe there is a body.

I believe it to be alive and I intend to prove it.

I should get back to the clinic.

Hopefully, my patient is still there.

Oh, yes. If you need any help...

Of course.

Although, I think you might be the one who needs it.

I'd like you to stay another day.

My husband needs me at home.

Yes and your body needs to rest.

I simply stumbled and fell.

I will be fine.

Why don't you tell me the truth?

It is the truth.

I was a coroner for many years.

I've seen my fair share of violent injuries.

You didn't fall down the stairs. Someone did this to you.

That is your word against mine.

I also examined you closely.

You were taken by force, were you not?

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

Sexually.

You were physically assaulted?

- I'm going home. - To the source of the problem?

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

You and I both know what I'm talking about.

This matter is concluded.

There you are. Let's have a look.

Oh. It certainly looks 15 years older.

Very good, irving. Let's get this to the printer.

I want it up all over the city as soon as possible.

Hello, Effie.

George.

Is it all right that I'm here?

We're trying to figure out what your aunts are up to.

You might as well be a part of it.

I, uh... Jeez Louise!

Ah, the reluctant bridegroom.

I'm only joking.

Sit down.

Why are you... What... I...

I can't help but wonder what you're doing here.

What do you think I'm doing here? I'm here to help.

George, I must say,

you come from a strangely fascinating family.

- Violet. - Miss Bright.

- Is it true? - Is what true?

This?

Is your father alive?

Of course not!

Detective Murdoch has clearly lost his mind.

That doesn't seem likely.

It seems more likely that your father is alive

and could very well be the one who broke into our salon.

That is ridiculous.

Why would you say that?

I found this behind the cabinet

where we store the liquor.

Isn't this the watch he was showing off?

I was going to give that to the police.

I'll do that.

Good day, Miss Bright.

That was my neighbour who was robbed, he gave me a name.

You don't think you have more pressing matters?

Like a man trying to take your friend's son away from him?

I understand that.

But these people are untrustworthy of the police.

I'm going to give them reason to reconsider that.

Thanks for your help, Inspector.

Thought I'd lost you.

Well, I'm better than you thought.

Go home, felding.

And burn a paycheque? I think not.

Nah, I'm going to return this child to a decent home

and you're going to help me.

Not a chance.

You think so?

Oh, look there. Mm-hmm.

See, this sure don't look

like the policeman's ball to me, does it?

It's not as it seems.

I know exactly how it seems.

My question is:

how long do you remain on the police force

if these get into the wrong hands?

Have a lovely day, Inspector!

I still can't believe the dog came back to the graveyard.

That she did.

Figured either she ran off when her owner died,

or maybe the killer took her.

Any luck?

Still none, I'm afraid.

But, uh, thank you for bringing her in.

Guess I'm keeping her now.

I don't believe the zombie story, you know?

Oh, good. Then you're a sensible man.

Seen it twice before in my life, you know?

Men buried before their time.

Tried to get a fellow out once, but I was too late.

Maybe this one got a second chance at life.

This one was even featured The Tribune.

Your aunt Oleander predicted a mine collapse.

Yes, I remember that.

I was just a young lad.

My aunts all raced over to the mine

and demanded the workers all get out.

Everybody thought they were mad and then the mine filled in.

There were accounts for over a month of rain.

It was a coincidence!

If she didn't see it, why would she say it?

People have premonitions all the time, George.

Sometimes they are right and sometimes they are wrong.

Yes, but aunt Oleander is always right.

She predicted when my uncle Lewis died at sea.

She predicted that when my aunt Lily had a baby,

he would be born with six toes.

Hence, Six-Toed-Simon. You met Simon!

- He was lovely. - Did you know he had six toes?

- No. - Well, my aunt Oleander did!

Even before he was born.

And I think this time she is wrong.

So what do I do? I... I go ahead and marry Effie...

Hardly your decision alone now, George.

And say damn the consequences? I can't do that.

I couldn't live with myself if it turned out my aunt was right!

All we're saying is that your aunts might be up to something.

Yes! Trying to save your life!

Maybe George is right. Maybe that's all it is.

We'll see.

I've been in contact with a lawyer who represents George's family.

He was an old professor of mine.

Somewhere in his files, he may have an answer.

And what will compel him to surrender those to you?

I may have told him that I am now Mrs. George Crabtree

And I am representing my husband.

If there's anything pertinent, he will forward the information to me.

Does George know that you're doing this?

He does not, Henry.

He might not like what you're doing.

I don't care if he likes it or not.

George Crabtree is not the only wronged party here.

Henry, didn't you tell me that George recently witnessed

one of Oleander's predictions that came true?

That I did.

Perhaps you could find out something

about the circumstances surrounding that?

Who brought these to you?

What's the matter? You want them or not?

They were stolen from a friend of mine.

Uh? Ah, I wouldn't know.

If you are not forthcoming,

I will be forced to go to the police.

Why don't you do that, huh?

It was a policeman who brought them here.

Did you see Mr. Majors do this?

No. I believe he broke into my establishment.

Before he disappeared,

he showed a keen interest in it.

A keen interest?

He wanted to buy it out from under me.

Oh and you believe he's stealing from you now?

I think he's trying to harass me.

Scare me.

Thing is he doesn't know me.

I don't scare.

Do you have any proof of this?

I'm sure he was in the club.

I found his pocket watch behind the cabinet

where we store the liquor.

Oh!

Do you have it?

I gave it to Mrs. Hart.

She said she would make sure it made its way to you.

Suppose you're right.

You don't really have a choice.

You don't have a choice about what?

We have to leave this city.

With Samuel.

I can stall this private Detective, buy you some time.

That's the solution? We run?

That's no answer.

You know who ransacked Trevor's apartment?

New York City police.

What can we do about that? Nothing.

If you run you can start a new life.

Living on the run is not a new life.

It's not even a life.

Can I help you?

Mr. Prescott, I'm Dr. Julia Ogden.

I am familiar with the name.

I treated your wife.

I came to see how she's faring.

She is faring well. Thank you very much.

And she thanks you for your assistance.

Uh, could I see her for myself?

You cannot.

I'm a physician. She's under my care.

And I am her husband, and she is under mine.

If you take another step,

I shall have no choice but to call the police.

Uh, it is I who should be calling the police on you.

Don't be preposterous.

Good day.

Mrs. Hart.

Detective.

When were you planning on giving it to me?

Excuse me?

Your father's watch.

The one he misplaced while he was burglarizing

your partner's nightclub.

It is my nightclub, as well.

He must have lost it there back when he was still alive.

I see.

But Miss Bright did want you to give it to me, as evidence.

And I neglected to give it to you promptly.

My mistake.

Of course.

Your report states that your father's cause of death

was cerebral hemorrhaging.

Yes, I'm aware of that. I wrote it.

It also notes that there were significant traces of cocaine

in his bloodstream.

Which I speculated may have been the cause of the embolism.

It's quite easy for you to obtain cocaine, is it not?

Despite the law, it is easy for any number of people

to get their hands on cocaine.

And, as I remember, my father was a very heavy user.

He often said it would be the death of him.

So, I guess George Crabtree's aunt isn't the only one

with the ability to foretell the future.

Yeah.

Do you need any assistance, sir?

Not at this time, George.

I know you don't think highly of my decision, sir,

but I couldn't risk it.

I couldn't risk that my aunt was right.

You know my thoughts on this, George.

I'm very skeptical of seers and psychics and the like.

Well, what would you do?

I'm not so sure that I would be willing to risk

losing the chance at being happy.

Sir, if you need any help.

If you truly want to help me, George,

find me a dead man.

Are you sure?

The coach that George saw run down that man

was hired by his aunt Chrysanthemum.

And you're sure it's the same coach?

The owner claimed to have found damages.

They arranged the accident.

So those two are playing a game.

To what end?

- Those witches! - What?

I've just received a wire from my old professor.

The lawyer.

Yes, the lawyer, Henry.

And now I know why George cannot marry.

At least not until tomorrow.

His birthday?

I think those two deserve a good scare.

- Louise? - Yes?

I have a favour to ask of you.

Can we come in?

Yes, of course.

Charming.

Well, I haven't exactly been at my best recently.

Well, that is about to change, George.

- How so? - It's very simple, George.

You and I are going to get married.

I'm delighted George.

Well, after the week I've had,

I think I deserve a birthday party.

And you've both come all the way to Toronto to...

Save my bride's life.

I just did my duty.

And I thank you for that.

I'm sorry I had to tell you the truth.

Yes, but in doing so, you saved Miss Newsome's life.

I mean it was her you saw in your vision, wasn't it?

She was.

So you did the right thing, didn't you?

Well, I will begin arrangements.

We will have a grand time, George.

Please feel free to bring any of your friends.

Yes, I will do.

Uh, thank you and I'll see you both at the party tomorrow.

Don't look so sour, Oleander.

We are not doing the right thing for him.

He is a good man.

He deserves to be happy.

You can't go to the police about this.

Some of them are breaking the law.

You'll just make this worse for you and your kind.

My kind? What am I? A different species?

Bloody hell, Watts! Get off your high horse

and listen to me for one minute.

I can help you if you can help me.

Is that how one finds justice? By making deals?

Do you want the police to stop harassing your friends, or not?

I do.

And do you want jack to be able to keep sam?

Then let me handle the police.

Right, I need you to go to an apartment

and when you see that private investigator leave...

The men are still out looking, sir,

but there have been no sightings or reports.

Mr. Majors is likely long gone, if he has any sense.

Have the men return to their regular duties

- but keep an eye out. - I will.

Uh, sir, may I have the afternoon off?

I suppose so.

George's aunts are throwing a party. It's his birthday.

Is George up for this?

Oh, I think he is.

William, I think you should arrest me for assault.

Oh! What have you done, Julia?

Alderman Prescott has blocked my access

to all of the medical supply houses in town.

How can he do that?

He told them that it was in their best interest

to not do business with me!

I can get things from Buffalo, but it will take a long time!

Oh, Julia, I should advise you to steer well clear of him.

Oh, oh, I will.

But he will soon be made well aware

of just who he has taken on.

All right.

- See you at home. - Yes.

Mrs. Hart.

Doctor Ogden. Are you my next inquisitor?

Oh, I'm not here about that.

And if you made a mistake, it was an honest one.

Thank you.

I need your access to get these supplies.

If you can have them delivered to the morgue,

I can get them to the clinic.

Why can't you get those?

Someone in high places is trying to punish me.

And in doing so is punishing women throughout the city.

Perhaps I could kill him.

Uh?

A joke, Doctor Ogden.

Who is this someone?

An alderman Prescott.

- Adrian Prescott? - Yes.

- One moment, I have something. - Oh?

It's a ledger from a nightspot that I'm part owner of.

Oh, yes! The Star Bright club.

I'm surprised I haven't seen you there.

Well, I have had my hands full a little lately.

Of course.

My partner has been making payments to Mr. Prescott

to ensure the place stays open.

He's been taking bribes?

He has, indeed.

And I can give you more information if you need.

Ha! Well,

Thank you, Mrs. Hart.

Thank you very much!

Always a pleasure to welcome a neighbour from the north.

How can I help you?

It's not a pleasant visit, I'm afraid.

It's been brought to my attention

that some of the men from your precinct

have been indulging in thievery.

I've received no such reports.

They've been too scared to come forward.

Those fears are unfounded. I run an honest precinct.

I don't think you do.

Who were these victims?

Residents of flats in Greenwich Village.

Oh-ho! The lavender lollies

have got their knickers in a twist.

They don't deserve to be preyed upon

by the New York police department.

And I don't need some canuck

telling me how to run my precinct!

I may reside and work in the frozen north,

but I'm an englishman 100%, paddy.

Now, would you rather Theodore Roosevelt told you?

What are you talking about?

The former president and one time commissioner of this very force.

Well, I know who he is.

Well, he's a good friend of mine and he owes me a favour.

Some of my men, canucks, saved his life.

Now he worked very hard to combat corruption on this force.

I don't think he'd be pleased with your stewardship.

In fact, I would guess you'd be in for a rough ride.

So what do you want?

I want any goods stolen

from the residents of Greenwich Village

Returned to their rightful owners.

And any of your men patrolling down there

to act like policemen and not criminals.

And Mr. Roosevelt?

If you do what I ask, he'll be none the wiser.

- Then you have it. - Good.

Oh and, uh, one more thing.

What is the meaning of this? Huh?

I've done nothing, nothing wrong.

You are conducting an unauthorized investigation

in my precinct. I want you out of here.

You know what this man is?

Do you know what this man is protecting?

Not my concern.

He is allowing two known homosexuals to corrupt a child,

a child two god-fearing people have a legal claim to.

That is a Canadian matter.

It's not my concern.

Go home.

Hey, your career is over.

Do your worst, Felding.

I'll be ready.

Yeah. We'll see, we'll see.

Your son is yours.

Thank you.

And the private investigator?

He's been sent back to Canada.

He won't bother you again.

You hear that, Samuel?

Did you get them?

I did. Broke into someone's home

just like a regular policeman.

- Is this all of them? - All I could find.

What are those?

Photographs that could ruin my career.

You risked a lot for us.

Thank you.

It was the only way, Watts.

Now you two can live the life you choose.

I told you to leave me alone.

Yes, I'm not one to listen, Mr. Prescott.

This is Detective william Murdoch.

I know damn well who he is. What do you want?

You're under arrest, Mr. Prescott.

That's ridiculous. On what charge?

Accepting bribes. We have a number of witnesses

who've signed affidavits to the fact.

I'm sure their word means nothing.

That's why we're also looking into your bank accounts.

You see, money never lies.

Please come with me.

I will not.

Then I will have no choice but to instruct my constables

to take you by force.

That should be quite a sight for your neighbours, I'd imagine.

What are you doing?

I told you I didn't...

This has nothing to do with you, Mrs. Prescott.

Your husband is a criminal.

And if you choose, you're a free woman.

I hope you have thanked Oleander for saving your life.

Oh, many times over.

And where is George?

Well, he said he would be along shortly.

He also said that he had a surprise for the two of you.

Oh there's no need for that. It is his birthday.

Well, I think he's just glad I'm not dead!

- Mm. - As am I, of course.

Ah!

- Here he is! - The man of the hour is here!

George!

Who's this?

Aunt Chrysanthemum, aunt Oleander.

I'd like to introduce you

to my bride, Mrs. Louise Cherry.

I'll be taking his name.

Bride?

Yes, married just this morning.

George and I were an item at one time.

And I had vowed to be married by this age.

And since Effie was doomed to die.

Well, I jumped at the chance with Louise, here.

But she's going to die.

No, she's not.

It's Miss Newsome I saw perish.

You didn't see anyone perish.

The only thing you saw perish

was her inheritance.

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

I spoke to Mr. Penney.

Our lawyer.

Your aunt Astrid was a very unusual woman, was she not?

George was to inherit her fortune.

That is unless he remained a bachelor too long.

Then he would be deemed to be useless

and her inheritance would go to you instead.

- I will just leave. - No, you will not.

I'm so sorry, George.

I would have confessed to the fraudulence

as soon as it were safe to do so.

And as soon as she had George's money.

Aunt Chrys?

Aunt Lee-Ann.

George, I am in terrible trouble.

I wouldn't have done this unless I had to.

She's in debt to a loan shark, a very bad man.

It was the only way I could help her.

But now that you are wed, the money is all yours.

Please, just let me run?

Let me run and I will never trouble you again.

And if I marry Effie, she won't die?

I cannot promise that, but...

It is not foretold.

But you are already married.

We just wanted to throw you a little scare.

You deserved that.

Trevor's coin collection was returned with an apology.

Service with a smile.

So, is this what we do now?

Make deals instead of follow the law?

Oh, get over yourself, Watts.

I've heard you say many times that the law is not justice,

that the law is not always right.

So, you change the law, you don't break it.

I saved your friend's son.

You're not going to make me feel bad about that.

And you should know,

you're welcome back in my station house anytime.

- Your choice. - Thank you,

but I don't know if that's what I want anymore.

I believe this belongs to you.

Thank you.

That'll be a shame.

The force could use more good men like you.

Good luck, Watts.

Thank you, William.

It was a good thing we did today.

What will happen to Mrs. Prescott?

I don't know. But whatever it is,

It will be of her choosing.

Hm.

And what of your case?

Remains unsolved, I'm afraid.

I suspect Mr. Majors has left Toronto.

But you still think he's alive?

Well, I suspect as much.

Mm?

And so what now?

Well, I can prove nothing.

And I'm not quite sure of Mrs. Hart's involvement in all this.

But my case is at a dead end.

Are you giving up?

I can't just keep chasing ghosts.

But, sooner or later,

either Mr. Majors or Mrs. Hart will reveal something.

Until then, I'm biding my time.

Hm.

Where's the nanny?

So, you're going to turn them both in?

They're my aunts, Effie.

They've had hard lives.

And besides trying to fool me and nearly ruining my life,

they haven't done anything wrong.

- No. - What?

You're going to give her the money, aren't you?

- She's in trouble. - George!

After all they put you through!

Yes, of course.

Maybe we'll keep a little something for the trip,

but we don't need the money.

You and I, or you and Louise Cherry?

Please.

Come on.

What do you think?

I can't promise you won't drop dead the minute you say, "yes."

- I need to go home. - What?

I paid a pretty penny for that dress.

It's going to be used.

I led that private investigator to you.

He might have found Samuel and I anyway.

It won't stop.

Misfortune follows us.

You two will lead a more peaceful life without me.

Are you leaving for good?

I don't know, Jack.

I'm not a happy man.

I'm not happy with myself and until I am,

I shouldn't be here.

Where're you going to go?

That's something I don't have the answer to yet, but...

My life won't stop once you leave.

Nor should it.

'Til the next time.

We need to find my father.

Detective Murdoch will find out he's alive

And then he'll discover our role in all of this.

I best stay well hidden, wouldn't you say?

I'd hate for something ill to fall upon my loving daughter.

So, Violet, take a seat and we can have a nice family dinner

and discuss our current situation.

Sit.

Mm.

Your husband has found excellent suppliers.

The fish could be a little fresher, but uh,

we do with the best we can with

what we're given in this world, do we not?

It's jambalaya.

I learned how to make it during my time

down in New Orleans.

That's a place where you would prosper, Violet.

A city full of fraudsters.

It's made from as many ingredients as you'd like.

A... A multitude of different tastes,

some bold, some almost imperceptible.

You can't even tell what you're ingesting.

Not like that speedball you gave me, Arthur.

That almost took me off this earth.

Try some.

I learned some things from a voodoo woman down there.

Oh, she was something.

She taught me how to put myself in a trance so deep

It was hard to tell if I was dead or alive.

But you know that now, don't you, Violet?

You don't like it?

I don't have much of an appetite.

I would have thought you'd have chosen a better man.

- Now see here! - Don't.

I'm already embarrassed for you.

How about you, Violet?

You always had such an appetite when you were young.

I made this special for you.

You think I'd do the same to you that you did to me?

I would never be so Lily-livered.

Mm!

Delicious, if I do say so myself.

You two don't know what you're missing.

Good.

It's important that we establish some trust while I'm here.

I can give you money? Any... Anything you want.

Just... Just leave.

Oh, I'm staying for a while.

I'm interested in seeing how much crime

a dead man could get away with.

Detective Murdoch suspects you're still alive.

Then he best not find me, then.

'Cause if he does,

Both you and your spineless husband go down with me.

Bon appétit.

Eat up now.

Been losing weight lately, I hear.

Mm-mm-mm! Yes!

Here it is, Henry.

Crabtree? You're late.

Your shift started two hours ago.

- Sorry, sir. - I'll be docking your pay.

Well, that sounds more than reasonable.

I was attending to something very important.

It couldn't wait a moment longer.

Gentlemen, it's been a while coming,

but I would like to introduce you to my wife,

Mrs. Effie Crabtree.

I'll see he makes it to work on time in the future, Inspector.

- Congratulations, George. - Ah, thank you, sir. Thank you.

Congratulations, you little bugalugs.

Wonderful! Wonderful! You must come for dinner.

Oh! This must be a special occasion

if William is drinking wine.

This will prove amusing later on.

I would like to propose a toast.

To my dear friend, George Crabtree,

and his lovely new bride, Effie.

I wish you a life of good fortune and happiness.

To George and Effie.

- Thank you, sir. - George and Effie.

- Hmm! - Ah! Look at us, George.

Both happily married men now.

Yes and lucky ones at that, I should say, sir.

I should give him wine more often.

This is a special occasion

because I ventured back into the kitchen.

- Huh. - Help yourself.

Look at that!

So, what are your plans?

Well... Oh.

We plan to honeymoon once we get our affairs in order here.

George has come into some money

and we plan on spending it recklessly.

Oh, how marvelous!

Good man, George. I'm happy for you.

- Thank you, sir. As am I. - Welcome to wedded bliss.

Oh! I'll get her.

So what are your plans after that?

We haven't discussed that yet.

A... At least four children, I should think.

Four? Is that all?

Well, yes: Two boys, two girls.

Or, I don't know, one boy, three girls.

I'm not fussy,

but I think a small family should satisfy me.

Some more wine for you, Detective?

Oh, I don't think that's a good idea.

Ah! Why not?

It's a special occasion, after all.

And please, call me William.

It's certainly after business hours.

Oh! And when is it ever not business hours?

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