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[ Horse whinnies ]

[ Thud, horse neighs ]

[ Metal squeaks, clangs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Murdoch.

What the bloody hell
are you doing?

Ah. I´m working on --

An idea that´s been floating
around that skull of yours.

Yes, I know.

Actually, it´s something
I´ve been thinking about

ever since
the rowing-club murders.

It´s a --

Well, essentially,
it´s a new source of light.

And the old source of light
we had wasn´t good enough?

Allow me to demonstrate.

Please switch off the lamp.

Right.
Now I turn on the light source.

Impressive.

[ Sighs ] Look.

Look at my fingernails.

They´re glowing.

That´s because light rays

from beyond the visible spectrum
are striking organi--

I´m sure they are.

Look.

It´s plain to see
that you could use

some distraction in your life.

Here.

What are these?

Two tickets for a gala ball

that some dinosaur expert´s
putting on next week.

Professor Blake´s exhibit.

That´s the chap.

Sir, this is one of
the events of the year.

Surely you´ll want to be taking
Mrs. Brackenreid.

Yes.

Well, the missus and I are not
completely seeing eye to eye

on certain matters these days.

We won´t be dancing
any time soon.

Ah. Well, then, you´ll just have
to give them to someone else.

I thought it was Baptists
that didn´t dance, not papists.

Funny story

-about that, actually.
-[ Knock on door ]

Excuse me, sir,
but you´re needed.

[ Horse neighs ]

CRABTREE:
Inspector. Detective.

What´s going on, then, Crabtree?

CRABTREE: A young lad on his way
fishing discovered it.

Or discovered her, I should say.

She´s quite the sight to behold.

Sight?
What do you mean by that?

Take a look for yourself, sir.

Bloody hell.
She´s been gutted.

Her name is Alberta Moffat.

What do we know about her?

Very little so far, sir.

A previous arrest
for prostitution.

There´s something else
you should see just over here.

"Try to stop me."
The lunatic´s taunting us.

So it would seem.

Oi! Oi! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Where do you think you´re --

I told you, I need to speak
to your superior urgently!

Now, bloody well let go of me!

Oh, no, you´ll be cooling
your heels in the clink.

I don´t have time
for this nonsense, Constable!

Oi!
What´s going on?

You in charge?

Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.
Toronto Police Department.

And just who might you be?

Detective Edward Scanlon,
Scotland Yard.

I know who it is
you´re looking for.

You know who committed
this murder?

Yes, I do.

And unless we catch him,
he´ll kill again and again.

His name is Harlan Orgill.

And don´t let the looks
deceive you.

He´s a maniac.

And you´ve been pursuing
Mr. Orgill for how long?

14 months, three weeks,
and four days.

-Precisely?
-SCANLON: Yes.

He was a suspect in a murder
I was investigating in London.

He fled to Cairo,

and I followed his trail
to Bombay and then to Auckland.

Traveling the empire.

SCANLON: Yes, and in every city,
he murdered --

no, slaughtered -- eight women.

-Always eight?
-SCANLON: Always.

And every time,
he slipped through my fingers.

What makes you think
this Mr. Orgill is here?

I found his rooming house
in Auckland.

Too late,
but he´d left this behind.

"Canadian Women´s Council
celebrates anniversary."

He hates women.
He´s killed 24 of them.

Well, 25 now,

with presumably seven more
to be killed in this city.

BRACKENREID:
If he´s here at all.

This is just a scrap of paper.

A man matching
Orgill´s description

took the steamer from Auckland
to Vancouver.

That was almost four months ago.

Two months at sea, give or take.

Then he arrives at Vancouver,
spends a week there.

Takes the train here to Toronto,

then has a month to prepare
for his first murder.

SCANLON:
Here. Exactly.

Now, I don´t know for a fact
that he took that train,

but I do know what he does
to his victims,

and I can assure you he is here.

Tell me, Inspector.

Did that girl´s body
remind you of something?

Whitechapel, perhaps?

[ Clears throat ]
Whitechapel?

As in East End, Whitechapel?

Well, you must admit,
there are similarities.

The wounds,
the prostitute victims.

Sir, are you saying this Orgill
might be Jack the Ripper?

Well, the Ripper
was never caught.

Mr. Scanlon.
[ Clears throat ]

If you could just give
Detective Murdoch and myself

a minute.

Yes.
Of course.

Thank you.

I was still with the regiment
garrisoned near Whitechapel

when I watched half the bloody
force work on the Ripper case.

Hundreds,
maybe a thousand coppers.

And he beat them all.

Sir, the Ripper killings
were seven years ago.

-The odds of this being the --
-You weren´t there, Murdoch.

What he did to those women.

He made a laughingstock

out of the finest police force
in the world.

I don´t want that
happening here. Understood?

-Of course.
-[ Men shouting ]

Mr. Scanlon, please!
There was no harm intended.

-The lads are just --
-It´s a travesty is what it is!

A dereliction of duty.

Oi!
What´s going on?

Sir, we were just having
a game of checkers.

Two of your constables sitting
around playing schoolboy games

whilst a killer walks
the streets.

Detective Scanlon has a point,
gentlemen.

-HIGGINS: But, Inspector --
-No buts!

Make yourself useful.

Detective Scanlon,
if you would be so kind

as to assist Detective Murdoch,
we have a murderer to catch.

Of course.

Carry on, Detective.

[ Clears throat ]

Right, then.

This is who we are looking for.

Harlan Orgill.

Recently arrived to Toronto
by train

sometime in the last month,
so make Union Station

your starting point
and work your way out.

Check hotels, rooming houses,
anywhere he might be staying.

He may need money,
so he may be recently employed.

Anything out of the usual
is to be noted.

-Understood?
-Sir.

Thank you.

Detective.

I believe postmortem results
await us.

Very good.

So, the carotid artery
on the left side

and the other vessels
contained in the sheath

were all cut through,

save the posterior portion
of the carotid

to a line about 1/12 of an inch
in extent,

which prevented the separation

of the upper and lower portion
of the artery.

I can go on like this
for quite some time.

[ Clears throat ]

Any idea of the weapon used?

Yes.
A short knife.

Possibly something
like a shoemaker´s.

-Well-ground, very sharp.
-SCANLON: And the shoulders?

The collarbone?
Were they bruised?

Bluish discoloration
indicates the victim --

SCANLON: And the wounds
were left to right?

Yes.

-MURDOCH: His technique.
-Always the same.

Grabs them by the shoulders,
holds them down, and cuts them.

That´s a plausible scenario.

Plausible?

I´m telling you, that´s
bloody well what happened.

From Whitechapel to here.
Exactly as the Ripper did them.

There are similarities.
Striking ones, I´ll admit.

-But I --
-What more do you need to know?

It´s not that I´m disagreeing
with you, Detective,

but these wounds could´ve been
inflicted by anyone

with rudimentary knowledge
of butchery.

I´m telling you,
this is our killer.

Detective Scanlon --

SCANLON:
A murderer kills unabated,

and at every turn,
I am met with indifference.

What in the world?

Mr. Scanlon, your behavior
is quite unacceptable.

I will no longer stand by

as you irrationally berate
Dr. Ogden or my fellow officers.

I believe an apology
is in order.

Yes.
Yes, you´re quite right.

I don´t know what came over me.

Please accept my apologies,
Doctor.

Of course.

Now, while my men search
for the killer,

might I suggest we follow up
with the victim?

I took the first train I could.

There wasn´t any train
in Grafton.

I had to go
all the way to Cobourg.

We appreciate the haste,
Mrs. Moffat.

They would only let me see
her face.

What did he do to her?

Perhaps it would be best

if we discussed that
at a different time.

I see.

Do you have any idea what your
daughter was doing last night?

She worked at St. Michael´s
Hospital, in the laundry.

12-hour shift.

She would have finished work
and been going home.

And where was home?

It was a-a boardinghouse
on Shuter Street.

We suspect that she may have
been doing something else.

Oh. Well, Alberta worked
very late.

She would have been tired.

Mrs. Moffat, did you know
your daughter was a...

prostitute?

My daughter was no such thing.

I see.

Is that how you think
she met this...animal?

It´s a theory.

Malcolm, her father.

He had consumption.

And I couldn´t put food
on the table.

And Alberta would help me out,
if you know what I mean.

I do.

Those days were behind her.

I am sure of it.

Weren´t they?

I have met 24 mothers like her.
24.

So I hope you see why sometimes
I grow a little impatient.

I do.

So, Miss Moffat is working
her shift at the hospital.

After work, having trouble
making ends meet...

...she reverts back
to her old ways?

SCANLON: But unfortunately
her customer is Harlan Orgill.

Hm.

We´ll have to ascertain Miss
Moffat´s movements after work.

I´ll get the men on it
straightaway.

Detective, might we make a stop
on the way back?

Of course.
Is there something you require?

Yes.
A-A peace offering.

Ah.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Any progress, George?

Nothing so far, I´m afraid, sir.

There´s something else
I´ll need you to do.

I´ll need you to look
into our victim´s final hours,

starting at
St. Michael´s Hospital.

Right away, sir.

Hard at it, are we, lads?

Yes, sir.

Look.
Uh, about earlier.

I´d like to make amends.

That´s not necessary, sir.
Your point was well taken.

No, no. Please.
I insist.

Snakes and Ladders, sir?

To replace your checkers board.

I´ve played it incessantly

whilst I´ve been following
Mr. Orgill.

Allow me to show you
how it´s played.

The objective of the game
is to get to the end square

using various rolls of the dice.

However, should you land
on a ladder,

you ascend via a shortcut.

But land on a snake,
and you descend.

It´s really quite addictive.

Well, thank you, sir.

And when we have more time,
we´ll -- we´ll give it a try.

Well done, sir.

So, what´s our next move?

Well, I suggest there´s
nothing more we can do this day.

We should get some rest.
You´re probably exhausted.

Yes, I am.

-Well, good night.
-Right.

Oh, Detective Scanlon.

We will catch this man.

Of course we will.

[ Waltz playing ]

-You must be Mr. Murdoch.
-That´s correct.

Welcome.

I am Professor Otronto,
and I will make you a dancer.

Uh, good. Good.

That is what you want,
is it not?

Uh, yes, I had hoped
to improve my technique.

Very well!

But first we must evaluate
your abilities, yes?

Catarina.

Evaluate?

Assume the position, sir.

What position would that be?

OTRONTO:
Mm! Now dance.

Oh, there is much work
to be done here.

[ Horse neighs ]

[ Metal squeaks, clangs ]

Have we another, George?

It would seem so, sir.

Has Detective Scanlon
been informed?

Actually, he´s here.

He was at the station
when word came in.

We weren´t much help to her,
were we?

No.

He left another message.

HIGGINS: Sir.

-Sirs.
-Yes.

We canvassed the area
for witnesses.

One woman who was up
nursing her child

saw a carriage wheel pass
late in the night.

That doesn´t seem unusual.

HIGGINS: Oh, well,
we were asked to keep a mind

for something
out of the ordinary, sir.

And this carriage happened
to match the description

of one reported stolen
the day of the first murder.

Far too much of a coincidence
to be ignored.

Indeed.

Very good work, Constable.

Thank you, sir.

BRACKENREID:
What´s the girl´s name?

-MURDOCH: Gloria Abercrombie.
-How old?

19. Recently moved here
from Orillia.

And she ends up getting
slaughtered like the other.

The wounds were similar.

However, the circumstances
were different.

There´s no indication Miss
Abercrombie was a prostitute.

-No?
-No.

So, what´s a good girl doing

walking out by herself
late at night?

She worked for a seamstress.

They were working late
on a dress.

According to the seamstress,

Miss Abercrombie
was on her way home.

She was staying at the YWCA.

All right.
So she gets off work late.

There´s no trams running.
She starts to walk home.

Orgill is on the prowl
in the stolen carriage.

He spots the victim.

This is where I begin
to have difficulty.

Why choose Miss Abercrombie
if she wasn´t a prostitute?

Mistaken identity in poor light?

Well, even so, why would she
get into a carriage

with a complete stranger?

Maybe he enticed her.

More likely she was forced
into the carriage.

Yet no one heard or saw a thing.

Well, the Ripper managed
to vivisect five women

in the heart of London,
and no one saw or heard him.

Regardless,
we do have a concrete clue.

I suggest we divide
your expertise.

Detective Scanlon,
you work with the constables.

Find out whoever stole
the carriage.

Murdoch, follow up
on the victim.

MURDOCH:
She was a seamstress.

DR. OGDEN:
Yeah. Puncture marks.

She was a hard worker.

Any indication she might have
also been a prostitute?

No.
Her hymen was intact.

MURDOCH: Oh.

I see.

You seem troubled, William.

This is a dreadful case.

Yes, quite.

There are a number of details

that are troubling me
about this case.

Such as?

With the nature
of this wound, Doctor,

would the killer not have
been covered in blood?

Not necessarily.

The commencement of the wound
and injury

would have been away from him,

and therefore
the stream of blood --

and it would have been
a stream --

would also have been
away from him.

Which is another matter.

There was no blood to speak of
where either victim was found.

Suggests they were killed
elsewhere and then moved.

MURDOCH: Hm.

I wish I could better understand
the mind that did this.

A colleague mentioned
a young alienist,

a Dr. Roberts,
who was recently removed

from his position at
the Provincial Lunatic Asylum.

-Removed?
-Yes.

Apparently, his research on the
workings of the criminal mind

ruffled too many feathers.

However, he´s supposed to be
quite forward-thinking.

Perhaps he could be
of assistance.

Any idea where I might find
this Dr. Roberts?

My understanding is
he´s practicing

at a private hospital
in Etobicoke.

Ah. Thank you.

My pleasure.

[ Sighs ]

Julia?

I´ve recently obtained tickets
to the upcoming Dinosaur Ball...

and I wondered if you might be
interested in attending.

Yes, of course.

That would be most delightful.

Very good.

Hydrotherapy?
Most impressive.

Now, Doctor, I´m here because
I want you to help me understand

what´s going on
inside of the killer´s mind.

Well, that´s rather
a tall order.

To what end?

I wish to create a portrait
of the killer.

By understanding
what motivates him,

I hope to find
the means to stop him.

The concept is intriguing.

I will see that
all of the information

we have on the killer
is delivered right to you.

Very well.

I will turn my attention
to it immediately.

-Excellent.
-Uh, Detective.

I am considered
somewhat of a, uh...

a pariah because of my methods.

Precisely why I think
you can help me, Doctor.

CRABTREE:
Oh, for the love of --

Nothing better to do, George?

Oh, no, no, no, sir.
We were just waiting for you.

Mm.

Fascinating game, eh?

Morality play.

Ladders reward good deeds.

Snakes punish bad ones.

I don´t like it, sir.

All your progress stolen away
by these slithery little --

This one is clearly staring
at me.

George.
Anything to report?

Yes.
We found the stolen carriage.

And it hasn´t been touched?

No, sir.

We knew you´d want to inspect
the carriage yourself.

Your constables were adamant
that I should wait for you

before inspecting the carriage.

They´re a clever bunch.

Yes.
Yes, they are.

Unfortunately,
so too is Mr. Orgill.

He´s left it spotless.

Or so it would seem.

Haul it in.

George, can you get
the daylight-in-a-box?

-Sir.
-Thank you.

I´m still unclear as to
what it is you hope to achieve.

We recently had a case
where a fluorescent substance

provided a critical clue.

Now all kinds of things --
body fluids, fibers --

fluoresce when exposed
to ultraviolet light.

Thank you, George.

-Ultraviolet?
-Yes.

It´s light outside
of the visible spectrum.

There have been
recent developments

in photographing it
using special filters,

which got me thinking --

If I put one of those filters
on a light,

could I then generate
ultraviolet light?

-And if so --
-What clues might be revealed?

Precisely.

So I contacted a young Mr. Woods

at the Massachusetts Institute
of Technology,

who helped me with this.

Thank you, George.

Now, let´s see
what´s really here.

CRABTREE:
Sir, what are those dark areas?

One of the things
that doesn´t fluoresce is blood.

My God.

Gentlemen, we now know
where the murders took place.

We now know conclusively
that whoever stole that carriage

is our killer.

Alberta Moffat finishes
her shift at the hospital,

makes her way home to her
boardinghouse on Shuter Street.

Gloria Abercrombie finishes
at the seamstress´s

and makes her way
to her lodgings at the YWCA.

BRACKENREID:
Look, forget the maps.

What I want to know
is why two young women

would let themselves
get talked into a carriage

by a complete stranger
who then murders them.

MURDOCH: We have a good reason
for Miss Moffat,

but not for Miss Abercrombie.

Inspector, do you remember
back in Whitechapel,

there was talk?

There was lots of talk.

I mean that the Ripper
was someone respected,

someone that a girl could trust.

Gull.

-Gull?
-The royal surgeon.

Rumor had it that he might have
been cleaning up after Eddy.

Prince Albert.

Frequented the doxies,
and there was talk

that there were a few heirs
to the throne

with less-than-royal bloodlines.

Are you saying
this Gull could have --

Not Gull. The old codger died
from a stroke years ago.

But someone like a doctor.

They suspected a Canadian, too.

Dr. Thomas Cream.
But he was executed.

Yes, yes, yes.

The point is that the victims
got into the carriage

of a respectable-looking man.

My question is,
why these two women?

There could be
a thousand reasons.

The most likely one is that
he just stumbled upon them.

I still think our best bet

is finding whoever stole
that carriage.

Agreed.

Very good.
I have an appointment.

DR. ROBERTS:
I went through the files

your Detective Scanlon
had amassed.

They were quite substantial.

MURDOCH: Yes.
He´s obsessed with the case.

Well, they´ve been
of enormous help.

I think I´ve been able
to grasp something

of both the killer
and his victims.

And?

Obviously, the killer
has a deep anger towards women,

so deep and powerful that
he´s compelled to kill them.

He must keep his anger
well hidden.

-By wearing a mask.
-A mask?

A figurative one.
A mask of sanity.

Are you familiar
with Philippe Pinel?

The French alienist.

That´s him.

He uses the term
"manie sans délire"

to describe
disturbed individuals

who show no visible sign
of any mental disorder.

-Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
-Exactly.

The condition would have started
in childhood.

Most likely,
something quite traumatic

caused the killer
to create a secondary world.

A fantasy world?

One where the child
could remain safely.

In doing so,
he also created a world

for Mr. Hyde
to eventually inhabit.

But how does one go from
childhood innocence to murderer?

I suspect when the killer
reached sexual maturity,

he had difficulty with women.

Possibly, he may be impotent.

Regardless, inside him,
anger grew towards them,

eventually becoming
murderous rage.

Why kill these specific women?

Well, looking back
over the case,

there seems to be one loose
but common thread --

all the women worked.

But is that a reason to kill?

For a man already threatened
by them, yes.

By killing them,
he bolsters his own esteem.

And the more powerful the woman,
the greater the effect.

Why kill Miss Moffat?

She was a prostitute.
Hardly a powerful woman.

I´m afraid that´s one of a
number of things I can´t answer.

I have no idea
why he strikes eight times.

But the number is clearly
of significance to him.

I´ve been thinking about the
message he leaves at the scene.

-"Try to stop me."
-Yes.

Could it be a plea for help,
rather than a taunt,

something from
the Dr. Jekyll side of his mind?

Wanting the Mr. Hyde side
of him stopped.

It´s very possible.

Well, that´s my report,
such as it is.

I wish I could have been
of more help.

On the contrary.
It could prove quite useful.

BRACKENREID:
What use is this supposed to be?

-It´s a description of what --
-Might motivate the killer.

Well, that´s bloody obvious,
but how does it help us?

Sir, I understand
it´s not a tangible clue.

-However --
-Well, that´s an understatement.

SCANLON:
Inspector, if I might.

I´m not much for these
modern techniques either.

But for the first time,

I feel as if I can
really understand Orgill.

Seems to me like
we´re just clutching at straws.

We are, but we now know
more about the sort of man

that we´re looking for --
angry, sexually deviant.

Point taken.

All right, Murdoch.

Get the men to round up suspects
who fit this portrait.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Scanlon, fancy a drink?

Yes, I think I could do
with one, thank you.

I thought you might.

Murdoch, I don´t suppose --

I´m afraid I´m already late
for a previous engagement.

I figured as much.

[ Waltz playing ]

Ah, Detective!

Sorry I´m late, Professor.

No time for excuses, good sir.
There is one partner left.

A new student.

[ Snaps fingers ]
Katarina!

Detective.

Doctor.

Ah, you know one another.
Very good.

But now, to business.

Oh! [ Gasps ]

[ Clears throat ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

So, where are you from?

-Sevenoaks.
-Cheers.

-You?
-Doncaster.

Do you miss the old country?

Certain days.
My parents. My brother.

What about yourself?

I have a sister.
We never knew our mother.

What about your father?

He was never the same
after Crimea.

Took his own life.

It was a bloody, savage war.

Yes, it was.

And you served as well?

Afghan.

That was a mistake.

Most of my regiment
were wiped out.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah, I´ve had my fill of war.

Went to the Yard
after I got back.

-Wasn´t much better there.
-No?

Whitechapel, the Ripper.

Made me sick to my stomach.

It was quite a gruesome sight.

No, I mean the -- the poverty,
the dirt, the brutality.

What sort of world is it
where children go hungry

and are beaten
whilst we build an empire?

I suppose we´re just trying
to do the best we can.

You know, Orgill.

There´ll be more like him --
killers who kill for no reason.

I hope you´re mistaken, Edward.

No, they´re coming.

We make them.

That´s why men like you and I
are here to try and stop them.

-Well, it shouldn´t be this way.
-No, it shouldn´t, but it is.

Rule, Britannia.

God save the queen.

-Doctor.
-Yes?

-Perhaps I could lead.
-Oh!

Oh, I´m so sorry.

It´s a good thing
we both decided to brush up.

Yes. Well, I had hoped
to impress you, not cripple you.

[ Both chuckle ]

Doctor, may I ask you
a question?

Yes.

May we discuss the case
as we dance?

[ Chuckles ] I...

I thought you´d never ask.

Good, because there is an aspect
that puzzles me.

How does the killer choose
his victims?

All right.

Well, he arrives in the city,
and he needs to kill.

He wants to find women
who are working.

Yes, but choosing them randomly
would be too risky.

So where does he look?

Perhaps he watches
their employer.

They both worked
for different companies,

but I suppose it´s possible.

Perhaps he selects them from
a certain geographical area.

One lived in Cabbagetown,
the other closer to the Annex.

He must have known something
about his victims.

Some -- Some common link.

But what?

[ Music stops ]

Ladies and gentlemen.

A military two-step.

-[ Up-tempo music plays ]
-Watch your toes, Detective.

Ah, Murdoch.

While you´ve been
fannying around,

there´s been a development.

Fannying, sir?

BRACKENREID: He goes by the name
Morris Bailey.

He was caught spying on a girl
in Winchester last night.

Turns out the room
he was boarding in

was filled
with women´s underwear.

Then how do we know
he´s our man?

He also works
in the slaughter yard,

so he knows his way
around a knife.

He´s British, and he arrived
from Vancouver three weeks ago.

I´d say he´s
an excellent suspect.

MURDOCH:
Let us see.

Be my guest.

Mr. Bailey.

My name is
Detective William Murdoch.

Look, that woman
left her window wide open,

fairly asking
for any man to look at her.

I see.

I understand you recently
arrived to the city.

Where from?

What has that got to do
with anything?

Please, just answer
the question.

Vancouver.

What were you doing there?

I was visiting my brother.

MURDOCH:
Mm. And before that?

San Francisco.

Look, why are you
asking me that?

What has that got to do with me
looking through no window?

Are you currently employed

at the Frederick Street
slaughter yard?

Yeah.
I´m a watchman there.

Do you recognize this carriage?

No.

MURDOCH:
It was stolen from a residence

three blocks away
from the slaughter yards.

Well, I had nothing to do
with that.

Do you recognize this woman?

BAILEY: No.

This woman?

Say, wait a minute.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

These are the two women
that I saw their pictures

on the front of the paper.

These are the two women
that were murdered.

Oh.
Oh, no, no, no.

You got it all wrong, mate.

I had nothing to do with them.

Mr. Bailey,
where were you three nights ago?

Three nights --
I don´t remember.

Sometimes I have a few too many.

And the night before last?

Did you also then have
a few too many?

I would never do anything
to hurt a woman.

Never.

Why should I believe you?

Because I don´t harm them.
I just like to look at them.

You do believe me, don´t you?

-That remains to be seen.
-Wait, wait, wait. Look.

You won´t tell me mother,
will you?

Because honestly,
it would be the death of her.

You must promise me that.

There will be no promises
at this time.

Gentlemen.

We´ll let him stew for a while,
then I´ll take a crack at him.

[ Door closes ]

Something wrong, Detective?

I suppose I thought
he´d be less banal.

Banal.
[ Scoffs ]

For what it´s worth,
I don´t think he´s our killer.

BRACKENREID: What do you mean,
he´s not our killer?

He didn´t have the motivation.

Motivation?

Motivation?
The man´s sick.

He plays with himself
while he watches women undress.

Then he steals
their soiled undergarments.

He only likes to watch.

Trivialities.

Sir.

He worked at the slaughter yards
as a watchman.

There´s no reason to believe

he knows how to use a knife
in that way.

Look, Murdoch, he fits
your alienist´s bloody profile.

-Portrait.
-Portrait, profile.

What difference does it make?
I´m telling you, he´s our man.

-Sir, may I suggest that we --
-CRABTREE: Sir!

Sir, there´s a -- there´s
a problem with the prisoner.

You´ll be letting me go,
or your boy here gets it.

It´s no use, Mr. Bailey.

I am not hanging
over those whores!

You´ll not get out of here
alive, Orgill.

My name is Bailey.

And if I´m not
getting out of here alive,

then neither is this one.

-[ Gunshot ]
-[ Gasps ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Detective Scanlon, I know we got
off to a bit of a rough start.

But, uh, I just want to say
it´s been a pleasure, sir.

The same, Constable.

And should you find yourself
in London someday,

there´ll be a drink
waiting for you.

Well, then, I plan to find
myself in London some day, sir.

-Good.
-[ Chuckles ]

MURDOCH:
Four, five, six.

Uh, that´s cheating, Detective.

This game confounds me.

As does this case.

You insist on remaining
skeptical.

May I join you?

MURDOCH: I have trouble
with the unresolved.

SCANLON:
So do I.

I´d rather have seen Orgill
have his day in court,

then watched him hang.

These are the suspect´s
clothing.

Don´t have a trace of blood
on them,

even under ultraviolet light.

He could simply have disposed
of his clothing.

Possibly.

But then there´s Dr. Roberts´
portrait of the killer.

Hardly the meticulous planner
I would have expected.

And then there´s the method
of sexual gratification.

True, he was an observer
and an onanist,

but that doesn´t rule him out
from being a murderer, also.

So you truly suspect
the killer remains at large?

I do.

And I believe the secret
to catching him

is finding the connection
between the two victims.

A connection in no way precludes

Mr. Orgill and Mr. Bailey
being one and the same.

You must admit
that is a very real possibility.

Well, I´ll concede that.

Regardless of
what we might think,

Scotland Yard
considers the case closed.

Well, I really must be off,
but just one last throw.

One, two, three.

Oh! [ Chuckles ]

Curse my luck, Detective.

Oh, there is one other thing
that occurs to me.

If there is a connection,
might it have something

to do with the fact that
neither woman was from Toronto?

You have a point.

I shall follow up, Detective.

Goodbye, Detective Murdoch.

Goodbye, Detective Scanlon.

George?

Sir?

Has Mrs. Moffat
returned home yet?

Uh, no, I believe she´s still
staying with the sister.

Mrs. Moffat, you said Alberta
recently moved to the city?

Yes.

Where did she first
find employment?

At the hospital, straightaway.

Alberta always wanted
to help the poor,

so that´s why she chose
St. Michael´s,

on account of the sisters´ work.

I see.

So she came to the city
to start work at St. Michael´s.

So she moved
into a boardinghouse?

-Oh, no.
-She didn´t?

Alberta had gumption.

She just thought
she´d find someplace.

So, where did she live, then?

Well, there´s only one place
that´ll help a young lady out

when she´s first
getting started, isn´t there?

SCANLON:
Dr. Ogden.

Detective Scanlon,
how can I help you?

I just came to say farewell.

With Mr. Orgill deceased,

it seems that it´s time for me
to return home.

Tomorrow, in fact.

This must be a huge relief
for you.

Yes.
Yes, it is.

It´s been so much
a part of my life,

I´m not sure what I´ll do
with myself.

I´m sure you´ll find something.

I´d like to apologize again
for my behavior.

If you would, I´d very much
like to make it up to you.

-Really, that´s not necessary.
-No, please.

Allow me to take you to dinner.

Oh.

Well, I would like that
very much, but unfortunately,

I have a lot of work ahead of me
this evening.

I understand.

It´s been a pleasure, Dr. Ogden.

Hopefully we´ll have
the opportunity to meet again

under better circumstances.

I hope so, too.

Miss Ross, both Alberta Moffat
and Gloria Abercrombie

stayed here at one time,
did they not?

God rest their souls, yes.

But Alberta had moved out
a month ago.

You aren´t suggesting
that somehow the YWCA

is involved in these murders?

No. But it is a common point
between the two victims.

-Who had access to your records?
-We are very strict

about the privacy of the women
who stay here.

Of course.
I didn´t mean to imply --

Besides, I thought
you would already be aware.

I´m sorry.
I don´t understand.

Well, the only person
who´s examined our files

was one of your men.

-My men?
-Yes. One of your officers.

Can you describe this officer?

So the killer impersonates
a copper, goes to the YWCA,

supposedly investigating
a deviant loose in the area.

Yes.

And in doing so, he acquires
a list of young women

and where they worked.

The victims.

Do we have a description
of the suspect?

Yes. And I also have
one of his fingermarks.

Fingermark?
From where?

It was left behind
in the carriage by the killer.

How do we know
it´s the killer´s?

Because it matches
one left behind

on the Snakes and Ladders board.

But only our officers
have touched that game.

Precisely.

The killer isn´t impersonating
a police officer.

He´s one of ours?
Who?

´Cause I´ll personally put the
bloody noose around his neck.

Edward Scanlon.

Scanlon?
Are you sure?

Sir, he left a fingermark
on the carriage,

yet told me the men
never allowed him access.

Plus, it would explain
some things.

Imagine.

The carriage pulls alongside
a young woman.

Scanlon shows his badge.

BRACKENREID:
She jumps in.

Bloody hell. We´ve let him slip
through our fingers.

I don´t think
he´s gone far, sir.

He always strikes eight times.

That leaves him with a fair bit
of unfinished business.

I want every man on the job
until he´s found.

Cancel all leave.

I´ll take a look
into Mr. Scanlon´s past.

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

[ Tap in distance ]

I just received a telegram
from Scotland Yard.

It seems there was
a Detective Edward Scanlon,

and he was tracking a suspected
killer named Harlan Orgill.

Was?

He was found murdered
in a hotel room in Cairo.

So Orgill kills Scanlon
and assumes his persona.

Sir.
I was just by Scanlon´s hotel.

He checked out
about an hour ago.

-Bloody hell.
-Well, he may not have gone far.

The doorman seemed to think
he was sick.

Sick?

Said something about
paying a visit to a doctor.

A murderer kills unabated,
and at every turn,

I am met with indifference.

All the women worked.

It´s not that I´m disagreeing
with you, Detective.

Dr. Ogden.

A working woman.
Come on. Move it.

[ Music continues ]

-[ Floor creaking ]
-[ Gasps ]

Oh.

Mr. Scanlon.

You gave me quite the fright.

Did I?

Is there something
I can do for you?

Yes, Doctor.

There is.

[ Record crackling ]

Dr. Ogden, are you here?

You two go that way.

MURDOCH: Julia!

Julia, are you all right?

BRACKENREID:
Murdoch! Crabtree!

I´m fine.
I´m fine.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Murdoch.

Mr. Orgill.

When I first came here,

I thought it would be you
who stopped me.

I was wrong.

Tell Dr. Ogden...

thank you.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Floor creaks ]

Julia.

I didn´t -- I didn´t mean to...

No.

You were simply
defending yourself.

I think I need to go home now.

Yes, of course.
I´ll see you safely there.

DR. ROBERTS:
I know this sounds ghoulish,

but part of me wishes
that Orgill had survived,

at least long enough
for me to have spoken with him.

Yes. There was much to learn
from him.

-Do you think?
-I do.

Well, our experiment
didn´t really

exactly help solve the case,
did it?

Oh, I´m not sure about that.

It proved quite accurate
in many ways.

Oh?

As we discussed,

the Dr. Jekyll portion of
his mind did want to be caught.

He provided me
with the YWCA clue.

He really was saying,
"Try to stop me."

-Yes.
-And the number eight?

Do you have any ideas
as to its importance?

My only thought is
that there were eight snakes

on the Snakes and Ladders board.

Eight sins.

Eight women to be punished.

What those sins were,
I guess we´ll never know.

Perhaps their origins lie in his
childhood, as you speculated.

Or perhaps he was literally
just playing a game.

Well, thank you, Dr. Roberts.

I hope never
to have to call on you

in a professional capacity
again,

but I suspect
there will be reason.

Any time, Detective.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Ah, Detective.
I was worried you had given up.

Your abilities are not that bad.

I appreciate your faith,
Professor.

And I appreciate the challenge.

Your partner, Dr. Ogden?

Uh, we had an incident at work.

I´m afraid she won´t
be making it tonight.

In fact, she may not be here
for some time.

I think you are mistaken.

Ladies and gentlemen,
let us begin with a waltz.

[ Waltz plays ]

I must say I am surprised to see
you here this evening, Julia.

Yes.

Well, I just thought tonight,
more than any night,

I would very much like
to be held.