All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S17E16.WEB (SDH)

(theme music)

(soft distant singing)

♪ Nearer my God to thee ♪

♪ Nearer to thee ♪

♪ Then in my waking thoughts ♪

♪ Bright with thy praise ♪

♪ Out of my stony griefs ♪

♪ Bethel I'll raise ♪

♪ So by my woes to be ♪

♪ Nearer, my God, to thee ♪

♪ Nearer, my God, to thee ♪

♪ Nearer to thee ♪♪

(sighs)
- Praise the Lord, Amen.

(all): Amen.

- And now we have a treat
for you fine folk tonight:

Words of devotion
and inspiration

from Preacher James Wilde.

Please give him a warm
Canadian welcome.

(applause)

(crowd gasps)

- I'm troubled, friends.

A man racked with confusion
and worry and doubt,

and I'll tell you why.

I thought when I crossed
the border

into your fine country,
that I would be entering

into the Good Lord's Dominion.

Cool clear water, northern air

and majestic mountain peaks.

(woman): Amen.

- But I don't see
any of that here!

No siree.

You know, I heard tell
that you all call this place

Toronto the Good.

(chuckles)
But it sure don't seem

that to me.

All I see is a lusty temptress

and not much good at all!
So...

I have to ask myself:

Who am I talking to here?

Am I talking to a room
full of sinners?

(crowd murmuring)

I said am I talking to
a room full of sinners!?

(crowd): No.
(scattered chatter)

(scoffs)

- Well, then, I guess
I must be talking

to a room full of liars...

because I'm a sinner.

Not proud of it.
But it's the truth.

You a sinner, Sister Mary?

- I am.
(crowd gasps)

- You hear that, friends?

Now, you would think
that there was no one

on God's green earth as pure
as Sister Mary Ellen Marks,

and yet you heard it
from her own lips.

She has fallen
for the temptations

of little Lord Lucifer himself.

(faint murmuring)

But there ain't no shame
in being a sinner.

Even the godly sin.

So...

who out there's a sinner?

- I...

I'm a sinner, Preacher James.

Just like you.

(Preacher James scoffs)

- Well...

Look at that there!
(chuckles)

Seems I don't need to go
looking for that Diogenes fella

and his lamp to find
an honest man.

Seems I got one standing
right in front of me.

(woman): Amen.

- Ain't no sin in being
a sinner, friend, no sin at all.

But it is a sin to ignore
the word of the Lord.

Now you been doing that?

- I have.
- You ready to get over

doing that? And are you ready

to renounce Satan
and welcome in the Lord?

- Yes.
- And are you ready to accept

the love and judgment
of Jesus Christ?

(man shouting): I am!
- Are you ready to say,

"So long, Beelzebub!
Goodbye Lucifer!"

You ready to kick old mammon
right out the door?

- Yes! Ye--

(crowd gasps)

- Oh!
(thudding)

Oh, Ladies and gentlemen,

Jesus Christ has got
one powerful left hook.

(chuckles)
You know,

he's more powerful
than the Galveston Giant,

Jack Johnson himself.

He's got TNT in his right hand,

he's got nitro in his left.

- He needs help!

He's not breathing.

- Is there a doctor in here!?

- I'm a nurse.
He doesn't need a doctor.

- What do you mean?

- He's dead.

(sighs)

(scattered chatter)

(tense music)

- Glory Hallelujah!

The Lord has called
our brother home.

Called him home after
he accepted Jesus

into his heart. Praise God.
(Sister Mary): Praise God.

- Praise God.
- Praise God.

- Praise God.
- Praise God, Sister.

(applause)

- Praise... God.

(indistinct chatter)

- How are you faring?

- Oh, fine, Thomas.
I've seen a dead body before.

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, I saw the banner.

It seemed interesting.

Sister Mary Ellen
is quite well known.

Thought I'd give them a listen.

- Bloody hell.

- Not in here, Thomas!

- Oh, uh, you a man of God?

- A police detective.
- Ah.

Then a man doing
the Lord's work.

A noble profession.

Although I betcha both of us
have seen our share of sinners.

Ain't that right?
- What happened?

- The spirit of Jesus entered
him and carried him home.

- Oh, he did, did he?
- I saw it myself.

(clears throat)

- I would prefer a more
scientific explanation.

You have any idea
who this man is?

- Just a lost soul
looking to find God's love.

- You've never seen him before?
- Might have. Might not.

Hard to say.
I see a lot of people.

(Brackenreid): How about you,
Miss?

- Sister Mary Ellen.
And, no, I have not.

We only arrived yesterday
in your fair city.

- And fair it is. Ha.
It's chilly, sir,

but there is the smell
of industry in the air,

the-the sound of progress,
the feel of a city

full of good
hardworking people--

- Can I see your authorization
to hold this gathering?

- We have God's authority.

- But you don't have mine.
Nor the city's.

- Well, I'll talk
to your city council.

I'm sure they'll
grant me permission

before our next meeting.
- You're planning another?

- Toronto is in need of saving.

We will be here as long
as people need

to hear the good word.
- We'll see about that.

- By all outward appearances,

the man seems to be
in good health.

A bit malnourished,
but that's it.

- Well, apparently,
he just keeled over dead.

Taken by the spirit of the Lord,
it's said.

- Oh, I've seen singing
and dancing

at the Baptist Calvary.

I've even seen someone
speaking in tongues once.

- No! Good Lord.

- I haven't seen anyone
fall over dead for no reason.

- Well, what about snakes?

Have you ever seen one of those
preachers who use the snakes?

- I have not.
- Oh, me neither.

Would be something to see,
though.

What are you doing?
- Due diligence.

As I said, this man appears
to be in great physical shape.

Must be a foreign agent
that caused this.

- They should both
be run out of town.

- That's not a very
charitable position!

- They have no right to be here.

You should have seen it
last night. It was a...

carnival of depravity.

- It seems that everything vile

comes from our neighbours
down south.

- And how do you know
where they're from?

- Sister Mary Ellen's been
running her revival meetings

for years down
in the United States.

Seems they've decided to take
their show to our fine country.

- Without any official
permission.

Sir, they are con artists,
plain and simple.

- Stealing from
the naïve and foolish.

- Just make them leave!
You have our blessings.

- I don't need your blessings.

They have no permit,
so they can't operate.

But I am not running them
out of town.

- They are a scourge!

- Is that so?

Seems to me like you lot
can't take the competition.

- I take offence to that, sir.

- Take whatever you want.

But you can also take
your leave.

I, gentlemen, have real work
to do. Now, good day.

- I don't expect
any of you folks

to be as noble
as this fella Job.

Now, he was a heck of a guy.

Always stood tall.
Man lost his wife,

lost all his children,
lost everything.

Lived a life of pain,
blistered and bleeding,

yet he never once cursed
the man upstairs.

But that ain't me, folks.

I'll admit there's plenty
of times I've cursed

the man upstairs
because sometimes,

He just don't make life easy.
Ain't that right?

It's okay to admit it.
Sometimes life ain't right

and plenty of times
it just ain't easy.

And when it gets real hard,
when you think

you just can't bear it
any longer,

that's when Satan
and his consort Beelzebub

come a'calling.

And then lickety-split,
before you know it,

you're just like that fella,
Lot,

falling for the temptations
of worldly pleasures.

But make no mistake.

Our pal, God,
our big buddy, God,

He's the one who put
those temptations on this Earth

in the first place to test us.

- You are a blasphemer.

- Oh, am I, sir?

Ain't it true that God
created all things

in Heaven and on Earth?

- He did.
- So, He created all creatures

good and bad.
The gentle little kitty-cat

and the angry old crocodile.
The pious and the pervert,

the angel and the whore.

Are they not all
God's creatures?

- They are.
- Oh.

Good to see you and me
agree on that.

Of course, that's where
the similarity ends,

ain't it, Father?
- We have many more differences

than that, sir.
- Oh, we do, we surely do.

See, folks, these Catholics,
they're a funny bunch.

They say they worship God,

but they don't really.
They worship this fella

in Rome, Italy,
they call the Pope.

They say he speaks for God.

But he lives in a palace
full of riches

stolen from the people.
Ain't that right?

- It is not!
- Oh, of course he'd say that,

folks. He has to, to keep
you all filling up his plate

on Sundays and twice
on holidays.

- You watch your profane mouth!

- Sir, let's just walk away.

- He has no licence to do this.

He has no right. Arrest him.

- Preacher, do you mind?

- Absolutely, Constable.

I have no desire to create
any unrest or upset.

- Throw him in jail.

- Father, please,
let's just walk away.

- Nice talking to you, Father.

Oh, dear lady, you again.
(chuckling)

What brings you out to listen

to my rantings
on such a fine day?

- Rantings? Is that
what you consider them?

- Many do. I take it
you're not one of them?

- I like to keep an open mind.

- Then you are a rare bird.

- Huh.
- Your husband

is that police man, right?

- An inspector.

- Ah, well, then, a man
of intelligence and character.

- I suppose so.

- Then perhaps I could
ask you a favour?

- It depends on the favour.

- May I have a word
with your husband?

Me and him got off
on the wrong foot.

- I'll bring you to him.

But whatever Thomas decides
to do is his own decision.

- That is as it should be.

It's good when a man
knows his own mind.

- Indeed. Shall we?

- Yes!
- Just this way.

- All right.

- Analysis of his blood revealed

there was an enormous amount
of cocaine in his system.

It could have very well caused
a cerebral haemorrhage,

which was indeed
the cause of death.

- So, he killed himself
misusing cocaine?

- I wouldn't be so sure
of that, Constable Crabtree.

After examining the body
a little more thoroughly,

I found this injection mark
right here.

- It's an area difficult
to reach on one's self.

- Oh, not impossible, though.

- If he injected himself,
why would he choose there?

- Unless someone else did it.
- Who?

- Well, that's impossible
to know, George,

until we at least
know who he is.

- My next order of business?
- Precisely.

Thank you, Miss Hart.

- So, you have your permit.
Congratulations.

I must say I'm surprised.

I've never known
city council to move so quickly.

- Oh. I'm well practised
in the powers

of persuasion, sir.
- Hmm.

I have to let you know,

you're not everyone's
cup of tea around here.

- Those who deliver the truth
are rarely without opposition.

(door opens)
- Thomas,

this man would like
to have a word with you.

- You got the permit.

Your golden tongue has worked
its magic once again.

- What do you want?

- Sir, I just want to assure you
that neither I,

nor Sister Mary,
want to cause any trouble.

We are only interested in
the business of saving souls.

- I don't care what you do
as long as you behave yourself.

- That I will do.

I will be as righteous
as Isaiah, as pure as Daniel--

- Out of my office now.
- I'm already moving.

- You, too.

- Hmm. Good day.

- Thomas,

I really think
he's a good man.

- Think what you like, Margaret.
I want no part of him.

(scoffs)

- How you doin', fella?
(chuckles)

- You are an abomination.

- Uh, you go on now.
I'll see you later.

What do you say?

- You behave yourself.

I don't want any more trouble
with the police.

- I'll be an angel.

A model of dignity, decorum
and decency.

A shining beacon of virtue

in an otherwise cruel
and godless world.

- Staying out of trouble
will be more than enough.

- Uh, constable, a word?

- And who are you?
- James Wilde.

- Oh, the preacher.
- Ha. Guilty as charged.

And what is this poor
unfortunate being charged with?

- Solicitation.

- Oh. The poor lost soul.

Might I speak with her?

She may appreciate my counsel.

- Just for a moment.

- What are you doing here?

I told you it was over
between us.

You shouldn't be here.

- Hmm. Is that so?

Well, I am and,
as it would appear,

I am now available.

- And so, it wasn't
what we expected,

but our son, Bobby,
wants to become a priest.

- Ooh, that looks delicious. Ha!

I guess you gotta go to a place
called Hogtown

to enjoy chops as fine as these.
(laughing)

- Well, you should try
mine sometime.

- Well, that would surely
be an honour.

Now, Mrs. Brackenreid...

- Oh, Margaret. Surely.

- Oh, all right.

Now, Margaret,

I have no problem with anyone

who wants to dedicate
his life to the Lord,

but I fear your son
is going down the wrong path.

- How do you mean?

- Well,

you don't want him
becoming a Catholic.

I mean, some of them
are good people,

but they are being sold
a bill of goods.

- How so?

- Well, like I said
in the square,

they're not worshipping God.

They're worshipping a man.

And he gets to be
the living voice of God

for no other reason than a bunch
of his buddies chose him!

Now, does that
make sense to you?

- They know more
about God than I do.

- Do they?

Maybe you don't
gotta know God.

Maybe you just gotta
feel him in your heart.

You don't need anyone else
butting into that relationship.

(Brackenreid): What are you
doing back here?

- Oh, I just made bail
for one of your prisoners.

- Hmm, let me guess.
The pretty redhead.

- Bingo-bango, Inspector.

You got a keen eye.

The lady needs salvation.

- Hmm. Is that what they call
it these days?

(laughing)
- That's a good one, sir.

Real good one.

Hmm, she sure ain't hard
to look at, I'll give you that.

- I thought you men of the cloth
were above that.

- Hey, I'm a red-blooded
mortal man just like you.

Ain't no saint,
got no intention of being one.

I'm just God's servant on Earth
so I do the best I can.

The poor young lady's a sinner.

I'm just trying to guide her
toward the light.

- I'm sure you are.

- And between you and me,
I lay one hand on that girl

and Sister Mary'd
have my head on a plate.

- You and Sister...?

- Lot of lonely nights
on the road, sir.

Lots of lonely nights.
(chuckles)

But you know
all about that, I bet.

Ah! How you doing, Detective?

Pleasant morning
of genuflecting?

- Hmm. I've learned something
very interesting

about the man who died at your--
- We like to call it a revival.

- Hmm. His body was filled with
an enormous amount of cocaine.

Would you know anything
about that?

- Mm. Never did care
for that Devil dust.

Always got me a bit too jittery.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a lady to save.

I think we're done here.

- I hear this James Wilde
is a compelling speaker.

Perhaps churches could use
more like him.

- Father O'Leary preaches
a provocative sermon.

- I don't know about that,

but he's definitely better
than most sleeping tablets.

- Julia.

At any rate,

James Wilde is a sideshow man.

He's not a man of God.

- A sideshow man?
Like turning water into wine?

- Sir.
- What have you, George?

- I've circulated photographs
of the deceased.

- You got a response?
- I did.

His name is Alfred Starker.

He's wanted by the police
in Akron, Ohio.

- Akron?

Well, that's where
those two started their crusade.

- Shall I bring them
in for questioning?

- Not just yet, George.
It's not enough.

But we should definitely
start with a few questions

about their life in Akron.
- Right.

- Well, not without me.
I'd like to see the circus.

- Rahab...

Vashti...

Tamar.

Y'all know 'em,

or you think you do.

Wanton lust demons
who destroyed men's souls.

All sinful women,

all beyond redemption.

(crowd murmuring)

But is anyone beyond
redemption?

I can tell you from
my own life that I sure as hell

hope that ain't the case.

Because if you fall down,
you gotta get back up again.

(man): Amen.
- Now, you do that,

and the Good Lord
will never let you down.

Hell, he'll probably even
give you a-a hand up,

a slap on the back
and a good get going.

(crowd laughing)

So, come on up here, sweetheart.

There's no one
going to hurt you.

(Preacher James chuckles)

Say hello to Sue!

(scattered greetings)

(applause)
Well, look at that, there.

Seems like you're welcome here.

And why shouldn't she be?

Are we not all his children?

Even if we fall off the rails,

even if we surrender to the sins
of the flesh and fornication?

We can be forgiven.

- Well, that's good to know.

- Are you ready to be forgiven?

- I am.

- Are you ready to be reborn?

- I-I mean, I guess.

(Sue shouts)
- You, Susan Mishkin,

are going to be cleansed
of your sins.

Your days and nights
of fornication

are coming to an end.

The water and the spirit
of the Lord

will wash over you
and your sins...

- William.
- I can see. George.

- ...will be cleansed
and you will be born again!

And the spirit of the Lord...
- Enough!

- ...will be born--

(Preacher James gasping)

Huh. I almost lost myself.

The spirit of the Lord
is a powerful thing.

- Are you all right?

(Brackenreid): You say
he almost killed her?

- I think he might've,

if William hadn't pulled
her out of the water.

- Is he behind bars?
- No.

I didn't think it wise
to arrest him

in front of his followers.

- You're probably right.

So, should we arrest him now?

- I don't know about that.

But perhaps a strong warning
about his behaviour?

(Sister Mary): You are a liar
and a fornicator!

(Preacher James): Listen to me,
Mary, please.

(thudding)
- Get out!

- I will not.
Now you listen to me!

- Get off her!
- Ah! This isn't your business!

- We'll decide that.
- You said you were

through with that harlot.
- And I am.

Thing is she ain't
through with me.

She's preying on me, Mary.
She's a Jezebel!

I'm just trying to turn her
into a good woman.

- Oh, I doubt that!
- It's the truth.

I want nothing from her,
I just want to save her soul!

- She followed you here
all the way from Akron.

She was your tramp there,
now she's your tramp here.

- There's no need to be
uncharitable, Mary.

- All right.
You'd best come with us.

- What? Now, why do we need
to be doing that?

All you're seeing here
is two passionate

followers of the good Lord above
having a little disagreement.

- What I am seeing here

is a man who attempted
to murder someone.

- Murder?

Well, if that isn't the most
fool thing I ever heard!

- You'd best keep
your mouth shut.

- Let's go.
- Ah...

- Good evening, Sister.

- I would never
have harmed that woman.

- You were indulging
in a little bit of,

"How's your father?" with her,
though, weren't you?

- Oh, no putting one
past you, is there?

- Tell me about Alfred Starker.

- Who's he?

- The man who died
at your first revival meeting.

Susan Mishkin's husband.

- Never laid eyes on him.

- They are both from Akron,
Ohio. They followed you here.

- Never said I'd never
heard of him.

Only said I'd never
laid eyes on him.

All I know is he was
a terrible man

who forced his wife
into prostitution

and was living off the avails
of her sin.

If there was ever a man
needed saving, it was him.

- Saving or killing?

- Well, it seemed to amount
to the same thing

this time, didn't it?

- How mighty convenient
for you that he's gone.

- I don't follow.

- Well, there's no one to get
in between

you and her now, is there?

- Inspector, Inspector,
I got no interest

in Sue Mishkin. My heart
belongs to Sister Mary.

- And what about
your other body parts?

(chuckling)

- That's a good one. Yeah.

Can't always control
the other parts, can you?

Thing is, girls like Sue
are a dime a dozen.

I need to get dipped,
there are plenty of honey pots

in every town I visit
that are happy to oblige.

- Then why try
to kill her onstage?

- I did no such thing!

The spirit of the Lord
got hold of me.

- Again, I ask you about
Alfred Starker,

the man that died
at your revival meeting.

- Like I said, I had nothing
to do with his death.

(distant crowd singing)

- Bloody Hell.
- That sweet sound?

Ah, surely boss, that is
the furthest thing from Hell.

I tell you, I never
believed in angels

until I laid eyes
on Sister Mary.

♪ Shall we gather at the river ♪

♪ The beautiful,
the beautiful river ♪

♪ Gather with the saints
at the river ♪

♪ That flows by
the throne of God ♪♪

- Well, this is all very nice.

Now, if you'd like to go home?

- Not without Brother
James Wilde.

- We are still questioning him.

- Then I would suggest
you conclude.

- You're not in the position
to suggest anything.

Now, please, move along.

- I shall not.

- Now... Now, please,
this will solve nothing.

- Sir, I may not have been
blessed with the bombast

of James Wilde,
but let me assure you,

my spine is forged iron.

We will not move,

even if you trample these
fine people with your horses.

- Do we have enough to hold him?

- It's a stretch.

- Right, let him go.

I'm not putting up
with this palaver.

- Thank you, friends!

(crowd chattering)

Oh! The sweet taste of freedom.

(chuckling)

Can you believe it?

Imprisoned for simply
preaching the word of God.

- Constable.
- Hmm.

- Please go and fetch
Susan Mishkin from the hotel.

- Finally.
(Sue sighs)

I thought you were gonna
keep me in here all day.

(Sue sighs)

- I assume you know this man?

- All too well.

- Did you travel here
to Toronto with him?

- No, I did not.
He must have followed me.

- You left him?
- Yes!

I thought I should
before he killed me.

- Apparently, he had found God.

(Sue scoffs)
- Sure he did.

He found everything while he was
high on the devil's dust.

- Mr. Starker was
a cocaine user?

- Yes.

It's the reason I spent
half my life

lying flat on my back.

(clears throat)

- We found an injection mark
on Mr. Starker's body.

Someone injected cocaine
into his system.

- And that person
would be Alfred.

- Oh, I don't believe so.

It would have been very
difficult for him to reach--

- He was probably just trying
to hide it from me.

He told me he was
turning over a new leaf.

- And you didn't believe him.

- I'd seen Alfred turn over
far too many leaves.

- And you wanted
to be rid of him?

- Killing is a mortal sin.

And I am done sinning.

I'm born anew.

- We might have to reconcile
ourselves to the fact

that Alfred Starker's death
was an accident.

- Those two are definitely
con artists.

- That doesn't make
them murderers.

- They are fleecing
innocent people.

- They're taking money
from people

who are giving it willingly.

- After being fed
false promises.

- You don't feel
the need to knock?

- Surely you can get
those two out of town.

- They have as much right
to be here as you.

- - Neither one of them
is ordained by any church.

They are selling lies.

- Not the only ones,
in my opinion.

- So, you're going to do
nothing about it?

Good day, sir.

(Sister Mary): "Even though
I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,

for you are with me;

your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me

in the presence of my enemies;

You anoint my head with oil;

my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the house
of the Lord forever."

(Murdoch): You seem
a godly woman.

- I am.

- Then how can you permit
a person like James Wilde

to preach at your revivals?

- He brings in the people.

- Is that all that matters?

- Of course not.

James believes in his own way

and speaks in words
the people understand.

- He tells them
that it's all right to sin

so long as they ask
for forgiveness afterwards.

- How is that different
than confession? Hm?

We can all fall to temptation...

Even the godly.

Isn't that so?

- It's up to the godly
to resist temptation.

- Then you are better
than most mortal men, sir.

James Wilde and I are simply
doing our best

in the wicked world

and bringing hope
to those that will listen.

- While they empty
their pockets.

- We simply pass the collection
plate as all others do.

(indistinct chatter)

(tense music)

I'm sure Preacher James Wilde
will be here any moment.

(clears throat)

- This ain't your normal night.

Uh, at least not
for yours truly. No siree.

And, uh, I must confess
to a little case of the nerves.

But you know what they say:

A man ain't really a man

until he has the love
of a good woman.

And...

seems like I got that.

So I'd like to introduce you
all to my bride-to-be!

(crowd gasps)

Come on, get up, everybody!
It's the bride.

(Preacher James laughs)
Come on up here, sweetheart.

I'd like to invite you all
to the ceremony.

(applause)

(overlapping chatter)

Ah, you never know what
joy the day will bring.

- Well, that solves that then.

The two of them got together
to kill her husband.

- But we can't prove it.

- That may be,
but it's clear as day, isn't it?

(phone ringing)
Ah.

Brackenreid.

(tense music)

Well, maybe not as clear as day.

- Poor girl.
Were there any witnesses?

- Constables are still
canvassing the area.

(door opens)
If you find anything else,

Miss Hart.

- Get off me!

Sue.
- Mr. Wilde!

(breathing heavily)

Oh, Sue. My dear Sue.

- That's enough! That's enough!

- I killed her!

- You did?
- Do what you want with me.

I don't care.

She's dead 'cause of me.

I'm so sorry.

- That's enough. Come on.
Stevens!

Take him to the station house.
Put him in the cells.

How's that, Murdoch?
A confession.

(door closes)

- One that makes no sense.

- I am no better than Paul.

It was my pride
that caused her death.

I thought I could save her
and bring glory to God.

But I was only trying
to bring glory to myself.

- Did you or did you not
kill her?

- My actions did.

(door opens)

- The truth please, sir.

You are facing your own death.

(footsteps approaching)

- Sir?

I have the cause of death.

A cocaine overdose,
just like her husband.

- I see. Thank you, Miss Hart.

I'm charging you
with two counts of murder.

(door closes)

- Two?

- For the murder
of Mrs. Sue Mishkin

and her husband, Alfred Starker.

- I did not kill Mr. Starker.

- They both died
by the same method.

- I said I did not
kill Mr. Starker.

- Then who did?

- I suspect Sue did.

It was her only way
to be free of him.

She tried to run.

He always followed.

- Why should I believe you?

You are a shyster and a con man.

- Believe what you want of me,
but you and I are the same.

We both worship the Lord.

- I ask you again:

Did you kill her?

- I did not.

And I have no reason to lie.

I am forsaken...

and will never enter
the Kingdom of Heaven.

- If you thought
she did kill her husband,

why marry her?

(scoffs)

- Well...

the moth cannot
resist the flame, Detective.

And that is all I am.

A moth.

- And what did Sister Mary
think of your marriage?

- Not much, I expect.

- That Devil is a sneaky sort.

But never doubt his power!

Never doubt what he can do
if you let your guard down.

If the Devil can possess a man
like James Wilde,

he can possess
any one of you.

James has forsaken us all...

for a woman of easy virtue,

a slatternly dame,

a harlot who has turned James
away from God

and taken him
in her sinful arms!

Dead?

- She was found this morning.

Our coroner believes
she died last evening.

- Just hours after her wedding.
A shame.

- It must have been
quite a shock...

for you to find out about
James Wilde's wedding

right on your stage.

- There is little James Wilde
could do

that would still shock me.

- You didn't look happy
they were getting married.

- I wasn't.

So what do you think happened?

- Either she, or Mr. Wilde,

killed her husband so that they
could be together.

- And then?
- Someone killed her.

- Me.

- He betrayed you, did he not?

Turned your revival
into a proper sideshow.

- He brought people in here.

More people than I had
ever seen before.

James was my main attraction.

- And he broke your heart.

- My heart belongs to the Lord
and the Lord alone,

Detective Murdoch.

I did have carnal feelings
for James,

even acted on them on occasion.

But he never had my heart.

- Where were you last night?

- The Don River,
I believe it's called.

- For what reason?

- A baptism.

I delivered five new believers
into the arms of the Lord.

For the last time.

- For the last time?

What does that mean?

- With James gone,
this revival will die.

- I see.

I would appreciate
you not leaving Toronto

until this matter is concluded.

- Don't worry, Detective.

I have no intention
of pulling up stakes.

This is my home now.

I'm going to start a new life,

one without deception
and spectacle.

- How do you mean?

- I'm leaving this behind.

Joining one of your city's
churches.

- It was late.
There was no one about.

- So no one saw anything?

- Sir.

Perhaps the preacher
was here the night she died.

- What do you have there?

- Too small for fingermarks.

- Oh, we won't be needing
fingermarks, George.

- I hear congratulations
are in order.

You have arrested
that vile creature.

(scoffs)
- Please, have a seat.

- You wanted to see me?

- I did.

I noticed that
your cross is missing.

Could this be it?

- I suppose it could be.

- Could be? Interesting.

Especially considering
where it was found,

right beside the dead body
of Susan Mishkin.

I also read your latest
church bulletin.

I see here that
Sister Mary Ellen

is your new choirmaster.
Congratulations.

I suppose now that James Wilde
is locked up,

there were few places
she could go.

- Or perhaps she had simply
seen the light.

Is there a point
to all of this?

- Yes.

You made your dislike
of James Wilde quite clear.

- He was a blasphemer
and a fraud.

- And half of your congregation
left to follow him.

- They were being deceived
by a charlatan,

an offensive man
who was making a mockery

of all we stand for.

- I also found this
in your church office.

Liquid cocaine,

the same substance that was used
to kill Susan Mishkin.

What were you doing with it?

- He was a demon.

A wolf dressed
in sheep's clothing

taking people off the path
and forcing them to worship him.

He had to be stopped.

- So you killed Susan Mishkin

and Alfred Starker

and tried to pin it
all on James Wilde.

- I killed her.

But I didn't kill him.

Besides,
a harlot and her husband?

They were both
destined for Hell.

- Maybe so.

But that wasn't
your decision to make.

(tense music)

(sighs)

- Oh. Praise the Lord.
Free at last.

- You were only imprisoned
one night.

- Yes, but it felt
like an eternity.

But being out here, I can feel
the good Lord coming back to me,

urging me not to give up on him.
And I don't plan to.

- And what of Sue Mishkin?

- Well, I've been doing
a lot of thinking

and reflecting on that,

and the way I see it,

she left this world
an honest woman

after she let the Lord
enter her heart.

- Mm. You've lost
your pulpit now.

- Oh, I'll find another.

There's always a place for a man
who's delivering the good word.

- If that's what you're doing.

- Are you gonna tell me I'm not?

I'm spreading the word of God
far and wide

to those who care to listen.

You say you're a man of God,
don't you?

- I try.

- Well, then you should be
doing the same as me!

Now, there's plenty of souls
need saving.

If you believe,

if you really believe,

that's our job.

Our duty is to proselytize,

evangelicize and sanitize...

- I know the teachings.
Thank you.

- Well, then you should
be loud and proud of it.

You know, a horse ain't drinking
water unless you lead him to it.

- You see, that's...
that's where you're wrong.

A horse will not drink
unless it's thirsty.

If someone truly,
truly needs God,

they'll find Him.

They don't need you
getting involved.

- Oh, hey there, brother.

Have you got a moment to talk
about the evils of this world?

Oh, it's a cruel place,
this damnable old world,

ain't it? No, no, you don't
have to answer right away,

but let me tell you
a little story.

A story about a man named Paul.

That wasn't his name
at the beginning,

but, you know,
he had to change it.

(soft intriguing music)

- Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It's been 90 days
since my last confession.

- God is here to listen.

(sighs)

(theme music)