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A penny?

Be kind, sir. Just
a penny or two.

A penny or two, sir?

- Careful, Mother.
- Spare a penny, sir?

Thomas, no beggar will
be ruining Wendell's day.

Right. You, out of here!

You've no right
to be ordering me.

You will get out of here,

or it's a beating you will get.

Come along, Mother.

Thomas. Mrs. Merrick.

Reverend Franks. Have
you seen my brother?

Preparing himself, I believe.

He has the last-minute jitters.

Just like him.

Thomas, make sure
that he's all right.

Yes, Mother.

Wait here, Mother.

It would be just like Wendell
to foul up his own wedding.

I'll make sure that
does not happen.

Lawrence, shouldn't the
best man be with the groom?

What now?

I've pinched my
cheeks till they're sore,

and I'm still so pale.

Oh, please.

You'll make yourself ill.

But I want to be pretty.

Wendell loves you, Eunice.

He doesn't care
about your looks.

We should all be so lucky.

That's not what I mean.

Eunice, every bride worries
about her wedding night.

It will be fine.

No.

I'll find out.

Reverend. Where is Wendell?

I was wondering the same thing.

The last I saw of him
was in the meeting room

half an hour ago.

Well, that's where I
last saw him as well.

Right.

Wendell, what...

The victim's name
is Wendell Merrick.

It was his wedding day.

Tragic. How's the family?

The bride and bridesmaid
have returned to their apartment.

The groom's brother has
taken their mother home.

I have the addresses.

And the bride's family?

She seems not to have one.

Have you secured
statements from the guests?

- In the process.
- Very good. The body?

Right through here, sir.

Detective.

Dr. Ogden.

Have you a cause of death?

I can't be sure until
the postmortem,

but it appears to be blunt
force trauma to the head.

Pocket watch has been torn out.

No wallet.

Cuff links are gone.

Window is open.

The killer likely gained
entry through there.

Murder weapon?

I can't be sure.

But whatever it was, it
caused very distinctive bruising.

Look, it's a
perfect right angle.

Not so sharp as
to incise the flesh

but enough to shatter
the temporal bone.

It's a perfect match.

It seems nothing is
sacred these days.

How long had you
known Mr. Merrick?

A number of years.

The Merricks are one of
the more prominent families

in the congregation.

And when did you
last see him alive?

Scarcely half an hour before
the body was discovered.

Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary?

Nothing that would
pertain to your...

Reverend, a man has been killed.

Everything is pertinent.

I overheard Wendell
and his best man arguing.

Do you recall the
nature of this argument?

I couldn't hear clearly.

Why not?

They were in the meeting
room, while I was in my office.

And where might I
find the best man.

That would be him over there.

Mr. Lawrence Braxton.

Yes, we argued.

Surely, you don't
think I would kill my...

You must realize how
this appears, Mr. Braxton.

I'm sorry.

This has been a brutal shock.

Wendell has been my
closest friend since childhood,

and, yes, my last
words to him were angry.

What was the argument about?

I wanted him to
call off the wedding.

- Why?
- Because he didn't love Eunice.

Because this whole
marriage was a contrivance.

For what purpose?

What else?

Money.

Lawrence Braxton.

Why on Earth would
you suspect Lawrence?

He and your brother
were overheard arguing

shortly before the murder.

And Mr. Braxton claims

that your brother was
marrying not for love,

but for the family business.

Is this true?

It was a stipulation
of my father's will

that Wendell be married

before he could
claim his inheritance.

Why was that?

I loved my brother, Detective,
but Wendell was a gadabout.

There was a genuine fear,
and a legitimate one, I think,

that any money
would be squandered

if it came to him unshackled.

And being married would
have kept him in check.

That's what our parents
had hoped, especially Mother.

How much was he to receive?

Half the family business.

I've already inherited my share.

I see, I see.

Do you know of anyone

who might have reason
to harm your brother?

No one.

Do you recall anything
out of the ordinary?

No.

Well, there was a vagrant
lurking outside the church

just before the wedding.

Your brother was robbed.

Bastard.

If one indignity
wasn't enough...

I'll need a complete
description of this vagrant

as well as the valuables that
were on your brother's person.

Of course.

She finally fell
asleep, poor thing.

Heroin, a wonder drug.

Put her right out.

So, you knew the deceased well?

Very well.

Since childhood.

And how long have you
known Miss McGinty?

Awhile now.

I introduced them to
each other, you know.

You introduced them?

Eunice had been working

as a lady's companion
in Niagara Falls.

She moved to Toronto and
started coming to our church.

I felt she and Wendell
would make a good match.

And I was right.

I have never known a
woman to love a man

as she loved Wendell.

So, it was a love match?

Of course. What
are you insinuating?

He's insinuating I was
after Wendell's money.

I'm sure the detective didn't...

He wouldn't be the first.

Lawrence as much as accused
me of being a gold digger.

Why would he say
such terrible things?

I loved Wendell.

Now the only man who
ever loved me is gone.

Wendell Merrick died of
an extradural hemorrhage

caused by bone fragments
penetrating the temporal lobe.

A lucky blow.

Or unlucky, depending
on your point of view.

No. Wrong side.

There were no defensive wounds?

Correct.

So, the blow was delivered
to the side of the head

but from behind.

Perhaps the killer
sneaked up on his victim.

Or the victim knew his killer

and was comfortable
enough to turn his back on him.

Anything else?

Traces of semen.

- He'd had sexual relations?
- Yes, sometime earlier.

Before arriving at the
church, I would think.

With a man.

A man? You're quite sure?

Quite.

He was sodomized?

There was no tearing,

leading me to believe it
was a consensual encounter.

He was a sodomite?

William, I believe the term
now in use is "homosexual."

Mandrakes, eh? I
can't say I'm surprised.

Does explain a few things.

Such as?

Why his parents were so
anxious to marry him off.

Nothing like a
sanctified marriage

to remove the whiff
of pansy from the air.

What kind of life would that
be for the prospective wife?

It's all a trade-off, Murdoch.

A plain Jane like that

doesn't just up
and wed a Merrick.

She knew what
she was getting into.

Perhaps.

Do you think his inclination
was a factor in the murder?

I wouldn't be surprised

if it was the lover who
wielded the weapon.

The lover?

Well, somebody was
shoving something

where it didn't
naturally belong.

And I'm assuming that that
somebody wasn't too happy

about the upcoming nuptials.

But what about the robbery,

or perhaps even something to
do with Mr. Merrick's inheritance?

That could be the case.

Listen, I've known a few
shirt-lifters over the years,

and they're a dodgy bunch.

They combine the vindictive
cunning of a woman scorned

with the male tendency
to get the job done.

It's the lover. I'll
lay you even money.

But who's the lover?

You said yourself

that the victim was
arguing with his best pal.

Maybe the two of them
were closer than they let on.

Now, Murdoch, if
you'll just excuse me,

pressing matters are at hand.

Constable Perkins, a word.

Shut the door.

We've been to
every pawn store, sir.

They'll be on the lookout

for the items stolen
from the victim.

Any luck with the vagrant?

Uh, the Reverend Franks...

You're even a disgrace
to the British Empire!

Come in. Close the door, George.

Uh, Reverend Franks says

there's a fellow by
the name of Old Dan

who likes to beg
around the church,

but we don't know
where he lives.

I'm not surprised if you
haven't got your badge!

That's with his door closed.

You've just given
me an idea, George.

According to the Reverend,
he couldn't make out

what Mr. Merrick and his
best man were arguing about.

- What do I say?
- Anything.

Just make it loud, as though
you're having an argument.

An argument with
who? About what?

Just imagine
you're the inspector.

Uh...

You bloody incompetent dog!

How you ever came
to be a policeman

is beyond even my own
limited intelligence to understand!

I'd have you rattling
doorknobs back in Parkdale

if I didn't think they'd
be outsmarting you.

This is the last time

you'll set foot in
a police station,

unless it's to be
charged for idiocy!

I'm from Sheffield!

I can't pronounce me "L"!

I can't pronounce me
bloody "L's", bloody hell!

George. That'll do.

Thank you, sir.

That takes some work.

You lied to me, Reverend.

A minister is obligated
to respect the sanctity

of what passes between
him and his parishioners.

The words in question
were not uttered

between clergyman
and parishioner,

but between two
members of his flock.

The comments
were highly personal,

and they had nothing
to do with the murder.

I will decide that, Reverend.
Now, what was said?

Lawrence was upset.

He felt that by marrying,

Wendell was being
untrue to himself.

Because he wasn't
marrying for love.

No.

Because by marrying,

Wendell was in denial
of what he really was.

A sodomite.

But you knew of this already.

Wendell wrestled with
his predilection for years.

I tried to counsel
him as well as I could.

Who was his lover?
Was it Lawrence Braxton?

I cannot and I will
not say anything more.

Detective.

Some new information
has come to light.

Won't you come in?

I think this is a matter
best discussed in private.

Mr. Braxton, what was the nature

of your relationship
with Mr. Merrick?

We were friends.

Nothing more?

What are you implying?

Were you Mr. Merrick's lover?

Good God, man!

I've got a family.

You were aware he
was a homosexual?

Of course I knew.

I've known since
we were children

that there was something
different about Wendell.

And how did you feel about this?

Well, the very notion is
difficult to contemplate.

But Wendell was a good man.

You're not suggesting
that his persuasion

had something to
do with his murder?

Do you know who his lover was?

No.

Wendell kept that part of
his life separate from me.

Then was this the real reason
you were against the marriage?

It had all been so whirlwind.

I didn't feel that either
one of them really knew

what they were getting into.

Of course I suspected.

There were times when
things didn't feel right...

the way they should
between a man and a woman.

This is terribly
awkward, Miss McGinty,

so I'll simply say it.

We believe that
Wendell had a lover.

We also believe
that this individual

may be involved in his death.

Have you any idea
who this might be?

Perhaps.

I know this is
terribly difficult,

but, please, if you have
any idea who he is...

I know the groom isn't
supposed to see the bride

before the wedding,

but I needed to know
everything was all right.

So when Daisy was powdering
herself, I went to find Wendell.

That's when I saw them.

Saw who, Miss McGinty?

Wendell and Reverend Franks.

They were kissing.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It's been six days
since my last confession.

Most unlike you, William.

I've been somewhat distracted.

You must always
make time for the Lord.

Father, I must question
a man of the cloth

on matters of a criminal nature.

No man is above the law.

His crimes may not only
be against the laws of man.

What has he done?

He's...

He may be a sodomite.

That is a very grave sin.

Should he prove not
guilty of the earthly crimes,

must his congregation
be made aware...

"If a man also lie with mankind,
as he lieth with a woman,

both of them have
committed an abomination."

William, the Bible is
clear on this matter.

Let the Word of
the Lord guide you.

Say two rosaries and
reflect on this matter.

In the name of the
Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Poor Eunice was overwrought.

She misinterpreted what she saw.

And what was that?

A clergyman offering solace
to a member of his flock.

Solace for what?

Wendell had decided

that he could not go
through with the wedding,

that it was unfair to
both Eunice and himself.

So he came to you for counsel.

He knew that it
would utterly destroy

both his fiancée and his mother.

Yet he felt it was
something he had to do.

And this solace, as you call
it, did it take a physical form?

He was shaking. I
embraced him to calm him.

I daresay you'd
have done the same.

Well, an embrace is one thing,

but kissing's an
entirely different matter.

If I kissed him, it was a
brotherly kiss on the cheek.

Is that what passes
for brotherly comfort

in your church, Reverend?

Or is it something worse?

Are you a sodomite?

Were you Wendell
Merrick's lover?

How dare you accuse
me of such things?

In the eyes of the Lord,
that act is an abomination.

I would never betray my God.

So, now the minister could
be a hand-bag as well, eh?

You'll soon be seeing
mandrakes in your sleep, Murdoch.

They were seen kissing
just shortly before the murder.

- But is he the lover?
- I don't know.

- Well, then find out.
- But how, sir?

If they were involved,

their relationship would have
been a closely guarded secret.

To the public, yes.

But these people have
their own societies.

I think the thing for you to do
is to sidle up to a few Marys.

How? Beat the bushes
down at Cherry Beach?

No, no, no, no, no.

If you want to catch
a bender with class,

upper-crust mandrakes
like Wendell Merrick

have their own clubs.

- What clubs?
- It varies.

- What day is it?
- Monday.

Monday. They used
to meet on Mondays

in the guise of
literary appreciation.

Oi, Higgins!

What ever happened to that
Monday-afternoon pansy club?

Do they still meet in the
back room at the Dominion?

Not after that last raid, sir.

I believe they're at the
Taylor Creek Tennis Club now.

See, that's the problem
with catching these mollies.

You swat 'em here,
and they pop up there.

How does Higgins know this?

Well, between you and me,

he has a cousin who's
a bit of a left-footer.

But you won't pass for
one looking like that, though.

Pass for one?

Yes, not bad, not bad.

Uh, we may have gone a touch
overboard with the feathers.

There you go. Right, then.

Pansy. Who's got the pansy?

Of course, Higgins.

Did you get that
off your cousin?

Pansies.

Symbol of fairies
the world over.

Now, remember, don't
overplay your hand.

Be subtle.

Let your quarry
make the first move.

Your racket, sir.

Show us your swing.

I beg your pardon.

Your tennis swing. Let's see it.

You'll be fine.

It's a sad time.

I choose to remember
him for who he was.

He was warm, gentle,
and generous in every way.

And not afraid.

Even in the face of the
most withering scorn,

of expressing his sincere
appreciation of Spanish wine.

So, gentlemen,

I'd like you to join me
in tossing a little Rioja

past the gums.

To Wendell Merrick.

- To Wendell.
- To Wendell.

Ah, thank you for
coming. Here, let's talk.

Well put.

Thank you.

Um, did you know Wendell?

A bit. Obviously, not
as well as you did.

Yes.

He was a good friend.

I was devastated to
learn what happened.

Jeffrey.

George.

George Crabtree.

You're new.

Yes.

How did you hear about us?

We try to keep a low profile.

- Through a friend in Montreal.
- I see.

Just who is this friend?

We in Montreal also
like to keep a low profile.

Understood.

But, I must say, the
outfit is hardly low-profile.

You look like Oscar Wilde.

If Oscar Wilde
were good-looking.

So, do you know this crowd well?

Yes.

We're all regulars.

So there's no need
to be concerned.

What happens
inside stays inside.

You've never done this before.

No.

Then, welcome... truly.

It takes a lot of courage
to come here like this.

You're trembling.

Yes, well, perhaps
I am a bit nervous.

It happens to us all.

Would you like to go
someplace private?

I have this cozy little
place in Corktown.

I don't play doubles.

Bastard.

Do you recognize this man?

Have you ever seen him
at the club with Mr. Merrick?

I could have you charged
with indecency, sir.

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

You propositioned me.

No.

Yo u propositioned m e.

In fact, you came off
remarkably believable.

Just tell me if you've ever seen
this man at any of your events.

Why? So you can
conduct a witch hunt?

I think not.

So, that's the bender?

But he's somewhat reticent.

- Oh, really?
- I can handle this, Inspector.

Don't tell me you're going
soft on this lot, Murdoch.

I just think that
if I talk to him...

Talk?

So, Jeffrey.

Take a very good
look at this photograph.

Now tell me, do you
recognize this man?

So, Jeffrey...

Aah!

The good reverend is a pansy.

I see.

But he's definitely not
Wendell Merrick's lover.

Would you like to know who is?

Our friend and family
man, Lawrence Braxton.

Come in, Detective.

Mrs. Braxton, I'd like to speak
with your husband, please.

Is everything all right?

I just need to speak
with him. Thank you.

He's upstairs.

Lawrence!

Detective Murdoch
is here to see you.

Lawrence?

That's strange. I
know he's up there.

- May I?
- Of course.

Lawrence?

Oh, my God!

Our marriage wasn't perfect,

but Lawrence loved his child.

And me.

In his own way.

So, your marriage
was an arrangement.

An understanding.

Lawrence had safety.

And, in turn, I had
a child and a home.

He kept his affairs discreet.

I chose not to press.

Did you know of Lawrence's
involvement with Wendell?

I suspected.

Is it possible your husband
killed Wendell Merrick?

No, he loved Wendell.

I'm sure of that. He
would never harm him.

Preliminary findings, Doctor?

Petechial hemorrhaging.

There's one set
of ligature marks.

It would seem to be
self-inflicted death by hanging.

He had a beautiful
home, wife, child.

Not only does he
throw all of that away,

but condemns himself to eternal
damnation by committing suicide.

Perhaps he felt that
hell was no worse

than the torment
he was living in.

There's always hope.

He was living a sham.

Everything was a lie.

Secretly, he was in love with
someone he could never be with,

and, furthermore, that person
was about to marry someone else.

Yes, but to kill himself?

Really, William,

I'm surprised at your
closed-mindedness.

Even leaving the Bible aside...

Yes. Could we?

- It goes against nature.
- Oh, rubbish!

Nature is full of
omnisexual behavior.

Have you never seen
male dogs at play?

But those are dogs.

We're all animals, William,

behaving as nature intended.

If God didn't want us
to express our desires,

then why would he give
us desires in the first place?

To test our resolve.

At whose expense?

Surely, this is not God's plan.

Of course the wife'll say that.

No woman wants to believe
her husband is capable of murder.

But his swinging body's
almost a signed confession.

I hardly think that's true.

He knew we were closing in,
so he took the easy way out.

Lawrence Braxton
loved Wendell Merrick.

You can never do it the
easy way, can you, Murdoch?

Sir, I believe
this investigation

has been sidetracked.

Sidetracked? How?

I think the victim's
homosexuality

has caused us not to
pursue other viable theories.

I see.

And these other theories?

Like I said before,
robbery gone wrong

or something to do with
the victim's inheritance.

Listen to me. Braxton's our boy.

End of.

Sir?

We have found the vagrant.

Oh, and Thomas Merrick
is on his way to identify him.

They're mine.

This belonged to
my dear dead father.

This was given to me upon
my retirement from the navy.

These...

Ah, now, these are
a story to themselves.

They were given to me
by the Duke of Cornwall

as a reward for saving
the virtue of his daughter.

Then, after all these years

of carrying these valuable
items around with you,

you suddenly decide
to pawn them all?

I've fallen on hard times.

Do you know why you're here?

Uh, you think I nicked
these things, but I swear...

You're not here for theft.

You're here for murder.

Murder?

I may be a lot of things,
but I'm no murderer.

These items were taken

from a man who was found
murdered yesterday morning

in Shuter Street Church.

No, no, no. It wasn't me.

You were spotted at the scene.

Oh, no, no, I mean, it
wasn't me, couldn't be me.

Then tell me truthfully
what happened.

- I found 'em.
- Where?

Outside the church.

I mean, some bloke, he
chucked them outside the window.

I swear.

Ah, Mr. Merrick. Thank
you for coming down.

- You recognize this man?
- I know you.

This is the vagrant I
saw outside of the church.

You're the fella who chucked
these things outside the window.

You would take the word of
a derelict boozer over mine?

Why would he identify you?

He just wants to point the
finger at somebody, anybody.

Mr. Merrick, were you
jealous of your brother?

- What?
- Hardly seems fair.

A gadabout like your brother

inheriting half the
family business

just for marrying a girl.

Are you implying that
I killed my brother?

Then you took his valuables
to make it look like a robbery.

- I was nowhere near that room.
- Odd.

You claimed to have been
searching for your brother

shortly before the
ceremony, Mr. Merrick.

Are you familiar
with fingermarks?

Excuse me?

They're the prints that
your oily fingers leave behind

when you touch something.

Quite handy for investigations.

You see, no two are alike.

Do you think if I checked
this watch and cuff links,

I might find your fingermarks?

All right. I was in the room.

What happened?

I wanted to make sure
that Wendell was all right.

But I swear to God,
I did not kill him.

He was lying there,

and I just knew it had
something to do with his deviance.

So, you knew?

Of course I knew.

The whole family knew.

Is that why your mother
bribed him to get married?

That's a crude way
of putting it, but, yes.

Continue.

It was clear that
he'd been murdered.

I knew if the
police investigated,

the truth would come out.

So you took his valuables,
threw them out the window

so that it would
look like robbery.

I'd seen the beggar
earlier. I thought...

What?

That we'd just
assume it was him?

So, you re-entered the room

and pretended to discover
your brother's body.

I had to do it.

It could have ruined our family.

That would have been a tragedy.

Yes, Detective.

It would have.

So, you're still here?

Yes, but I'm not
having any success.

According to the papers,
the case is closed.

"Lover murders
groom on wedding day."

That's the inspector's opinion.

Not yours, I take it?

I keep wondering

why Lawrence Braxton
would kill the man he loves.

That's a very good question.

Doctor, I must tell you,

the circumstances
around this case

have been very difficult for me.

They go against my upbringing,
my education, my beliefs.

Really?

I brought you the final results

of Lawrence
Braxton's postmortem.

Anything out of the ordinary?

Nothing you were not aware of.

Doctor.

If he were the killer,

why would Lawrence Braxton
wait until the day of the wedding

to kill Mr. Merrick?

Perhaps it was a
true crime of passion.

He didn't plan to kill Wendell.

He just... He was upset.

But that is where I
have the problem.

They would have both been
in marriages of convenience.

Nothing in their relationship
would have changed.

Then why was he killed?

It's usually always
about love or money.

You seem to be eliminating love.

And it wasn't robbery.
I've also eliminated that.

It only leaves inheritance.

Who would have stood
to gain? His brother?

Eventually, but only
after the mother died.

And the bride would only
have received her share

if the marriage had
been completed.

Yes.

If the marriage had
been completed.

You're welcome.

Have you come to
make it a matching set?

I'm sorry?

No.

- I've come to ask for your help.
- My help?

The last time I
told you anything,

Lawrence ended up dead.

Neither of us can
undo what's happened.

But we still have a chance
to at least make it right.

I've already told you
everything I know about Wendell.

It's Lawrence that I
want to know about.

What about him?

Did he ever discuss
Wendell's wedding with you?

Lawrence once told
me he was worried.

What about?

Well, he thought that Wendell

was getting into the
marriage too quickly.

Why? What was bothering him?

He felt that Wendell didn't
know enough about his bride.

- Miss McGinty?
- Yes.

Lawrence felt that
she was a cipher.

- Did you ever meet her?
- Once.

She seemed like
a dowdy little thing.

And how did Wendell
feel about her?

He just wanted to get the
whole ordeal over and done with.

So, he was predisposed
to marrying her?

Not her specifically.

The truth is he would have
married virtually anyone

to get that hideous
mother off his back.

Thank you very much, Jeffrey.
You've been most helpful.

Driver, pull over.

Yes, sir.

Jeffrey...

if I were you,

I wouldn't play any more
tennis on Monday evenings.

In fact, I think
your entire group

should take up another sport.

I don't know what more
I can add, Detective.

Eunice and I met at the church.
There was nothing odd about it.

Would you mind telling me
exactly how you two met?

It was a strawberry social.

Thomas introduced us.

Thomas. I see.

And how had he met Miss McGinty?

I don't know.

Did you know at this point

that Wendell was
looking for a bride?

Yes. Wendell told
me very early on.

Then Thomas came to
me to ask for help as well.

- Had he?
- Yes.

As I got to know her,

I realized that Eunice
was perfect for Wendell.

A godsend.

Yes, clearly.

You told me earlier that
she was from Niagara Falls.

Do you recall the
name of her employer?

A Mrs. Schreyer.

- Mrs. Schreyer.
- Schreyer.

What do you mean we've been
looking at this case all wrong?

We've been working
under the assumption

that whoever killed
Wendell Merrick

stood to profit from his death.

But just how else
is there to look at it?

Well, sir, consider this.

What if it's the timing
of the murder that's off?

Off?

You mean he was to be
killed after the wedding?

Yes.

Who would have
stood to gain then?

I suppose we'd be taking a
very close look at his new bride.

Precisely.

Now, no one seems to know

anything about
her past to speak of.

As well, sir,
there's the timing.

She enters the victim's life at
virtually the perfect moment.

All right, I'll grant you

that could all be
construed as a bit dodgy,

but the facts remain
that Merrick's dead

and his bride didn't
get the inheritance.

What if something went
wrong with the plan?

Such as?

Wendell Merrick
caught wind of it.

Forcing the killer's hand.

That's a lot of "ifs," Murdoch.

Yes, well, what if I find out
more about this Eunice McGinty?

Perhaps that will
lead us to the truth.

Get yourself a train
ticket to Niagara Falls

and see what her former
employer has to say.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and, Murdoch,
make that coach class.

Oh, my.

Eunice was such a
dear girl, Detective.

And how long did she
work for you, Mrs. Schreyer?

Almost three years.

What was she like?

She was quiet, unassuming.

You know, I don't think
she ever got over the fact

that her parents died.

- She was an only child?
- Yes.

So incredibly lonely.

I always think
that's why she did it.

Did what?

Why she jumped.

Into the gorge,
just below the Falls.

- She's dead?
- Yes.

Six months. Didn't you know?

Mrs. Schreyer, do you
recognize this woman?

Oh, why, yes.

- Eunice McGinty.
- Heavens, no.

That is Bridget Kline.

Bridget Kline?

Bridget and Eunice worked
together at the house.

In fact, Bridget was with
Eunice when she jumped.

Was she?

Do you know where
Bridget is now?

She moved away, to Toronto,
after the whole terrible affair.

- Do you know why?
- Bad memories.

I suppose she wanted
to be closer to her fellow.

And who was that?

Oh, I can't remember his name.

I can't be sure, but I think he
owned some kind of company.

His name didn't happen to
be Thomas Merrick, did it?

Yes, that's it.

- It's quite lovely.
- Thank you.

Miss McGinty?

My, you've undergone
quite a transformation.

Can't a girl fix herself up?

Are you planning a trip?

Yes, I needed to get away
from this horrible situation.

- I'm sure you understand.
- Yes, yes, of course.

I've just returned from
Niagara Falls myself.

Oh?

Yes, it seems the police there

are opening an
investigation into a suicide.

Whatever are you
talking about, Detective?

Yours, Miss McGinty.

Or should I say "Miss Kline"?

Well, this is somewhat awkward.

You're a con artist,
aren't you, Miss Kline?

There are warrants for your
arrest in Windsor, London,

and Cambridge.

I never knew I was so famous.

Please stop joking.

This is hardly a trivial matter.

No, I suppose it isn't.

This was all an elaborate plan

to steal Wendell Merrick's
shares of the company,

wasn't it?

Thomas resented that Wendell

was about to receive
half of the family business

simply for marrying
a girl, didn't he?

The company was a mess when
Tom took it over from his father.

He built it up single-handedly.

I'm curious.

And how did you two meet?

At the Falls.

Thomas had an
eye for the ladies.

Ah, a rich gentleman
for an ambitious lady.

We both had healthy appetites.

But Thomas only
had half of a company.

Why not the whole thing?

Did he think of that?

Or did you put the
idea in his head?

Tom was more the
doer than the thinker.

So, when poor old
Eunice fell... If she fell...

That's conjecture.

You decided to take her place.

It was perfect.

A new identity for the
wanted Bridget Kline.

- If you say so.
- Even better.

You were impersonating a
lonely woman desperate to marry,

who was about to meet
an equally desperate man.

A man who was about
to become very rich.

A match made in heaven.

And that's why you
befriended Daisy.

Because you knew she
would introduce you to Wendell.

Then the plan was to marry,
and after a few months, what?

Maybe poor Wendell would
suffer a terrible fall and die,

just like Eunice had.

That would be highly ironic.

And then the grieving
widow and her inheritance

would find comfort in the
arms of her brother-in-law.

You should write
books, Detective.

What went wrong?

I will piece this together.

Count on it.

Tom went to check on Wendell.

He found him crying.

Wendell had decided not to
go through with the wedding.

It just wasn't fair to
him, it wasn't fair to him.

Tom was such a hothead.

- I can't go through with this.
- Wendell!

I can't do this. It's not fair.

You listen to me!

He could have
walked away right then.

Do you have any idea
what I've been through?

You tell them or I will.

But, no, Tom couldn't
even get that right.

Selfish!

He didn't even
remember hitting Wendell.

Where is Thomas now?

In the other room.

What have you done to him?

Heroin.

It really is a wonder drug.

I've just returned
from the hospital.

And?

Thomas Merrick will live.

And this Eunice?

- Bridget.
- Whatever her name is.

She poisoned Merrick and
then decided to bugger off.

What is it?

Thomas Merrick didn't care that
his brother was a homosexual,

and Wendell Merrick

wanted nothing to do
with the family business.

And your point is?

That this whole affair
was tragically avoidable.

If Mrs. Merrick had
simply let her sons be,

none of this would
have happened.

Look, the old
dear was just doing

what she thought was right.

Would you care
for... Oh, never mind.

And furthermore,

I believe the pressures
of our investigation...

Look, just hold it right there.

I know what you're going to
say, and it's complete rubbish.

We were just doing our job.

If Lawrence Braxton was
too delicate for this world,

that's not our problem.

I'm not saying we were
entirely responsible,

just that it was the
culmination of these events.

Listen, Murdoch,
you may be right.

Maybe someday
things will change.

But until then, we just
carry on as best we can.

Sir, regardless of how we
rationalize these events,

Lawrence Braxton did
leave behind a wife and child.

Good night, Murdoch.

Good night, Inspector.

Is there something you'd
like to tell me, William?

Father, I find
myself questioning

the basic tenets of my faith.

We all face challenges.

Even Jesus did.

Two men are dead.

By all standards, good men.

Yet they're condemned
to eternal damnation.

How can this be God's will?

It is not for us to question
the will of the Lord.

But that's just it, Father.

I don't think I can
follow blindly anymore.

Your faith must not waver.

I imagine a world that
is more compassionate

and enlightened.

Someday, it may be.

Perhaps not in our lifetimes.

In the meanwhile, trust in
the guidance of the Lord.

Say two rosaries and
reflect on these matters.

Thank you. I will.

William.

The man of the cloth
you came to me about,

what did you decide to do?

I said nothing.

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