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I'm too grown up for toys.

I'd like to introduce my nephew,
Charlie Brackenreid.

He's just arrived from London

and has passed his training day
with flying colors.

Make him feel at home,
but don't go too easy on him.

[ Chuckles ]

Always good to have another man
on the blue team.

- George Crabtree.
- Pleased to meet you, Crabtree.

Detective William Murdoch.

Welcome to Station House
Number Four.

I hope our fair city
won't disappoint.

Thank you, sir.
I'm very happy to be here.

Higgins.

Charlie, have that desk.

Uh, sir...

It's only a desk, Higgins.

It doesn't have your bloody name
on it, does it?

Go on, Charlie.

Thank you, Constable.

George, with me.

A body has been found
off Amelia Street.

Sir.

BRACKENREID: Murdoch, uh,
take Charlie instead.

It'll be an informative
first day for him.

Well, y-- Of course, sir.

Uh, Constable Brackenreid.

Your uncle seems very glad
to have you aboard.

I only hope I can match
his standards, sir.

He's a hell of a copper,
I'm told.

I'm sure you'll do just fine.

Your initial assessment
of the crime scene, Constable?

It's not a nice part of town,

but she seems like
a genteel sort of lady.

Iconcun

She's in evening wear,
so I'd say she died at night.

There's no bugs,
so likely last night.

And with all that jewelry
still on her,

she didn't die for her money.

Excellent observations,
Constable.

Detective Murdoch.

This is Dr. Grace, our coroner.

First day on the job, Constable?

Uh, Brackenreid.
Charlie Brackenreid.

Yes.
I can see the resemblance.

If you would.

Doctor?

Detective, I know this woman.

I simply can't imagine it.

She was very much alive
at the party last night.

Tell me about this party --
everything you can remember.

It was in a small space
off Cherry Street.

A mixed crowd.

[ Up-tempo jazz playing ]

Lillian said she heard
about the gatherings

through a friend of a friend.

This is going to be a fun night.
[Chuckles]

Oh!

To friendship.

To us.

[Music continues]

MURDOCH: Did you recall
anything untoward?

DR. GRACE: We mostly kept
to ourselves all night.

L-I never thought a place
like this existed.

Stick with me and I'll show you
all sorts of secrets.

Let's dance.

Together?

Why not?

I'll lead.
[Laughs]

I love this music.

[Both laughing]

MURDOCH: When did you first see
the victim?

DR. GRACE: She welcomed us.
We took her to be the hostess.

Hello, ladies.

- Welcome.
- Hello.

I trust you're enjoying
yourselves.

Indeed.

Just be sure to keep this place
to yourselves.

We wouldn't want
to begin attracting

the right sort of people.

[ Chuckles ]

DR. GRACE:
That's all I saw of her.

Have you determined
the cause of death?

A single stab wound
to the heart.

I found fibers matching the
victim's clothing in the wound

as well as traces of charcoal.

The weapon was approximately
half an inch wide

and no more than three inches
long, with a tapered point.

Sounds like a stiletto blade.

My conclusion as well.

And there's these.

Diagonal cuts.

I believe she may have tried to
pull the knife out herself.

Anything else, Doctor?

Yes.

I examined the rings
on her right hand.

I found blood and tissue
on each of them.

She tried to fight off
her attacker.

And left a nasty row of cuts
behind.

But I saw no one
with such a wound at the party.

Where exactly was this?

Do you think Dr. Grace got
the right address?

In my experience,
Dr. Grace is seldom wrong.

Hello?

We're closed.

Well, you'll be open
when we say you're open.

Thank you, Constable.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Is this your establishment?

Yes.

Right.

Do you know this woman?

Miss Diana White.

Rents out the place out
every now and again.

I guess I won't be paid my $8
for last night, then.

Would you happen to have
an address for her?

601A Jarvis Street.

Address like that,

you'd think she'd be renting the
ballroom at the Queen's Hotel.

Housekeeper says the A
is around here.

This must be it just ahead.

Not exactly the dwelling
of a well-to-do woman.

These dresses, sir --

each one more fancy
than the last.

A lot of very expensive jewelry.

And this, sir.
A Tiffany lamp.

That's worth a bob or two.

Fine jewelry, silver, clothes.

And nothing in the larder
but a bottle of champagne.

She's no thief either, sir.

Got receipts for the lot.

Where did she get
this kind of money,

living in a shack like this?

Who was this Diana White?

She sounds to me like a young
woman more interested in finery

than survival.

Why waste money
on frivolous things,

like fancy dresses and jewelry,
when one is starving and cold?

She's a young woman who's been
given gifts and money,

perhaps the patronage
of an older man.

Patronage?

For talents
that many young women possess.

This type of girl isn't thinking
about her future, William.

She isn't interested
in marriage or security.

She's had a taste of a life

she thought was forever
beyond her grasp,

and she'll do anything
to keep it.

Hm.

[ Door closes ]

So that's her, then.

Yes.

Her name is Diana White.

Alive last night, and then...

Our existence is truly fleeting.

All the more reason

to follow one's true passions
while you can.

Emily, I picked up
someone else's coat last night.

And you won't believe
what I found in it.

I bought the coat at Eaton's,

along with
a hundred other girls.

And I can assure you, Detective,

it didn't come
with hidden pockets.

Well, these are obviously
well-cut stones

in expensive settings.

The most likely explanation is
the owner of this coat

was attempting to secrete away
stolen goods.

Where do you believe
the mix-up occurred?

I wore it to the party
last night.

I did notice a blond woman
wearing the same coat,

but I paid it no mind.

I imagine I took hers
and she took mine.

You didn't notice anything amiss
at the time?

It was a warm night.

I didn't put it on until today.

Perhaps the jewels
belonged to Miss White.

Then the blond woman could be
her killer.

Yet Miss White's body
hadn't been robbed,

so thievery likely wasn't
the motive.

I'll attempt to trace these
pieces back to their origin.

Perhaps the jeweler
who made them

will be able to shed some light
on their unusual journey.

Thank you, ladies.

What's that Dr. Grace do

when she's not hanging around
dead bodies?

Ah. So you noticed her,
then, did you?

It's hard not to.

I know it's not been easy
for you.

But you're here now, doing
the Brackenreid name proud.

Thank you, Uncle Tommy.

"Inspector" when we're in
the station house, all right?

Oh.
Half a mo.

Dr. Grace,
what a happy coincidence.

Inspector.
What can I do for you?

I was hoping that you could come
to dinner this evening.

Oh, how kind, but --

Charlie thinks very highly
of you,

and, uh, he could use
some friends his own age.

I'm afraid I have to work
this evening.

Tomorrow, then.

- Uh, perhaps, but I --
- Perfect.

-7:00.
- M m.

Sounds lovely.

Good day, ladies.

Miss White was
an excellent customer.

Can you confirm that Miss White
purchased these items

from your store?

Mr. Jamieson?

These were stolen
a few days ago.

Oh.

And you didn't report it?

My clientele,
they tend to shop elsewhere

if they catch a whiff
of the underclass.

I would rather suffer the loss
than face the bad publicity.

Did you ever at any point
see a blond woman

wearing a coat like this
in your shop?

I couldn't say.

But I can tell you
not all these pieces are mine.

Oh?

Whomever the thief was,
I was not the only target.

The victim was present
at the Jamieson robbery

and likely the others as well.

She played a part in the thefts.

Which would explain
where she got her money.

Right, then. Crabtree, you take
Jarvis and Church Streets.

I'll take King Street,
Murdoch, Queen,

Charlie,
Wilton Street and above.

Report back as quick as you can.

Sir.

Let's try this other tray
over here.

Excuse me, sir.
I have a couple of questions.

In a moment.

Oh. Surely you have
better pieces in the back.

Hello, ma'am.

WOMAN:
Rather forward, don't you think?

- Hey, now.
-[ Gasps ]

Excuse me!

Hey!
Hey! Stop there!

Hey! You!

Come here!
Give me -- Give me that!

-[ Gasps ]
- Give it to me.

Thank you.

-[ Gasps ]
- Give it.

I saw you.

I don't know what you mean.

Her name is Elaine Henshaw.

I've given her a dose of heroin,

which has finally managed
to calm her down.

Thank you, Julia.

She's of a nervous constitution.

I can't imagine her
a successful shoplifter.

Constable Crabtree believes
she had an accomplice.

And Dr. Grace confirms that
she was at the party last night.

You believe
she may know something

in relation
to Diana White's death?

A murder, a shoplifter,
a coat full of stolen jewelry,

all of which point back
to that party.

There's something else
going on here, Julia.

Miss Henshaw may be the person
to tell us what that is.

Good luck.

You found nothing.
Let me go.

This isn't about
the jewelry store.

Do you recognize this woman?

You attended a party last night.

So did the woman
in the photograph.

And it was the last place
she was seen alive.

You don't understand.

The girls will kill me, too.

What girls?

I can't say.

I can't say anything.

We can protect you, but you
have to be truthful with me.

The night Diana was killed, she
said she was meeting some man.

That's all I know.

I swear.

I'm still waiting
on your report, Crabtree.

Charlie, come and sit in.

See if you can offer up

some good old-fashioned
English insight.

My desk and your position.

Might as well call this
Brackenreid House Number Four.

BRACKENREID: You believe there's
an organized gang of shoplifters

operating in Toronto.

Yet it takes a murder
before we hear about them.

If they are focusing
their attentions

on jewelry shops alone,

they likely know the shop owners
would rather suffer the loss

than the damage
to their reputation.

Miss Henshaw mentioned
"the girls,"

and Constable Crabtree saw
two women conducting the theft.

I'm wondering if we're
talking about a gang of women.

There may be one or two women
involved, but I highly doubt --

There is such a gang of girls
in London.

The Forty Elephants.

They've been around
for 100 years.

They operate in broad daylight.

Steal up half a shop
and almost never get caught.

Regardless of gender,
this gang had a leader.

Let's assume it was
the party's hostess, Miss White.

Then there will be a new leader
taking her place.

There's your motive.

Right. Let's find these lasses
and bring them in.

A gang of women is still a gang.

They live in a culture of fear
and consequence.

I can't image any of them
will speak with you freely.

If we can't talk to the ladies,
we'll talk to their fence.

And I know just the one.

Constable Brackenreid.

What are you doing in here?

Is there something
I can help you with?

Sorry.
I-l hope I didn't startle you.

I just wanted to apologize
for my uncle.

Oh?

For insisting that you come
to dinner.

You see, once a Brackenreid gets
an idea into his head,

it's almost impossible
to stop him.

[ Chuckles] Well, I-l wouldn't
disagree with that.

I just wanted to say you needn't
feel obliged on my account.

Well, Mrs. Brackenreid is
an excellent cook.

Well, it's settled, then.

We might even have fun.

BRACKENREID:
Eddie, put the gun down.

Oh.
Sorry.

- You ever seen this girl before?
- Oh.

Sorry, Tom.
Never seen her before.

Of course.

How's business these days?

- Can't complain.
- Any jewelry coming through?

I get the odd bit now and again.

Can't keep them on the shelves,
though.

Where were you last night?

I was at a party
with about 100 other people.

Which party was this?

Off Cherry Street.

I was there all night, Torn.
You can ask anyone.

I most certainly will.

Good day.

Crawford wouldn't admit it, but
we do know he was at the party.

The event that everything
seems to point back to.

If Eddie was the man Miss White
was supposed to be meeting...

Then perhaps he's our killer.

I could get Charlie
to stake him out.

But we need hard evidence,

and that's unlikely to be found
by following him around.

I considered
having Miss Henshaw followed,

but the same problem arises.

We need someone on the inside.

So I am to attend
tonight's party

and return the coat
with the jewelry intact.

And then, once inside,
I will attempt to ascertain

any knowledge the women have
about the murder

and hopefully find some evidence
connected to the crime.

The murder weapon
would be ideal.

Or a person wearing scratches
from the victim's diamond rings.

Miss Moss will have to join.
It was her coat.

They should have an escort
in case something goes wrong.

Good idea, Crabtree.
Charlie will go.

- Uh, sir, I was thinking myself.
- MURDOCH: No, George.

You've been seen in uniform

by at least two
of the gang's members.

Constable Brackenreid,
you are to intervene

only if Miss Moss or Dr. Grace
are in distress.

Understood, Detective.

We'll meet later this evening,
then.

Yes, we will.

Listen. Just to be clear --
Work's your priority.

But seeing as you're going
to a party,

you might as well show Dr. Grace
a good time.

[ Indistinct conversations,
woman laughing]

Emily, this is so exciting.

For the first time,

I can see the appeal of a life
in law enforcement.

Remember, we are looking for
a murderer.

I remember,

but I can't pretend I'm having
a good time unless I really am.

You'll have a good time.

I'm here.

Seeing as we're trying to get in
with a group of women,

we might not want a man
too close by.

Suit yourselves.

[ Up-tempo jazz playing ]

There a lot of places like this
is Toronto, is there?

Now, ladies,
I'll be right here, okay?

MOSS:
We can handle ourselves.

If you get yourself into bother,
you just give me a nod.

[Music continues]

That's her.
The woman with the coat.

I believe this is yours.

I'd like to have mine back
if you still have it.

It's all there.

You didn't take it.

Why?

We want in.

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

I think you'd best be leaving.

Listen. I don't know what your
game is, but I'm not interested.

[ Signs] He's been following me
all evening.

Honestly. Do I look like
that sort of girl?

We could have gone
to the police, but we didn't.

Wait here.

- We did it.
- Maybe.

Oh, Emily, you can't tell me
you're not a little bit excited

by all this.

No.
I can't tell you that.

[ Chuckles ]

Your hair.

Perfect.

WOMAN:
Put it in the back.

Oh, thank you.

DR. GRACE:
Mm. [Chuckles]

I wouldn't waste my time.

What would you know about it?

Those women,
they're devoted to each other.

You know.
Devoted friends.

You two.

- Emily, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- And Lillian?
- Mm.

I'm Helen.

That's Elaine and Mary.

We don't stand on ceremony
around here.

Hello.

Why did you bring them
back here?

The last thing we need
is a couple of new girls

messing everything up.

You're one to talk, getting
caught up by that constable.

So, how did you hear
about our parties?

From someone named Diana.

Must have been
before she turned up dead.

She's dead?

Murdered just down the street.
No one knows who did it.

Not even the coppers.

But my money's on Beatrice.

Shut up, Mary.

Who's Beatrice?

HENSHAW:
If she likes you, you're in.

And if she doesn't,
you'll end up like Diana.

We all Will.

Here she comes.

I hear you've come
bearing gifts.

The coat belongs
to Helen Conroy,

a widow who relies on the gang
as her main source of income.

Mary Puddle is with them
for fun.

She's a bored society girl.

If a salacious story
is a motive,

she could be your killer.

Elaine Henshaw, whom you already
know, is a nervous sort.

She seems to be in fear
of her roommate,

Beatrice Crawford,
the new leader.

Crawford as in...

Yes -- her brother,
Eddie Crawford,

who fences their stolen goods.

You believe Beatrice Crawford
has the strongest motive.

I do.

Most importantly,

she bears the scars that match
Diana White's rings.

Right.

Very good work, Doctor.

Thank you for your help.

I'd like to have a little chat
with this Crawford woman,

see if we can't squeeze out
a confession.

Oh, I doubt she'll confess to
anything, sir, without evidence.

If I may --

Miss Moss and I
have been invited along

to a shoplifting scheme at 2:00.

Perhaps if you caught them
in the act.

Could always use it as leverage.

Beatrice may not confess,

but the other girls may say
something of use.

We may as well use the diversion

to search
Beatrice Crawford's rooms.

We'll get something out
one way or the other.

These would look beautiful
on you.

You should try this.

I don't like any of this.

I would like to see
what's in the case, please.

CONROY:
I require immediate service.

I have a function this evening

and not a single necklace
worth wearing.

- In a moment, madam.
-[ Sighs]

Oh, that would really bring out
the green in your eyes.

Oh, miss?
I believe this is yours.

Yes.
Thank you.

I know you.

- You tried to rob me!
- Me? I, uh...

Yes!
You and the other one!

Get back here!

Go. You have to leave.
Now.

I can't take it. If I take it,
the whole plan will be ruined.

You don't have a choice.

Come on!

Come with me, young lady.

What, can't a girl spend money?

You and your cohorts had
no intention of buying anything.

I've never seen these ladies
before in my life.

Get in the wagon.
In the wagon.

[Women shouting indistinctly]

Bollocks.

Was that really necessary,
Doctor?

Overplaying it a bit,
don't you think?

I'm afraid not.

Oh, crikey.

So, how are you finding it here?

It must be a bit boring
compared to London, England.

Yeah.
His,lsuppose.

Why is it again that you came?

L-I can't recall
the inspector saying.

Well, it seemed best
for everyone

I left London for a while.

Besides, my uncle,
he's a good bloke.

He treats me like a son.

And there are
some very pretty girls.

Yes, there are indeed.

I'll take this bedroom.

Talking of girls --
I've been here a few days,

and the only women I've
come across are two lady doctors

and a female gang.

Well, perhaps we're not
so boring after all.

Say, what do you know
about this coroner, Dr. Grace?

I know she's excellent
at her job.

CHARLIE: She's not likely
to be wrong, is she?

Almost never.

And what about fellows?

I don't know, Charlie.

Our relationship
is professional.

Yeah.
I expected as much.

What do you mean by that
exactly?

I just mean I wouldn't expect
a woman of her quality

to hang around with copper,
that's all.

Though every rule does have
an exception.

Did you find something?

Uh, some blood on a handkerchief

and a-a soiled glove
that might be significant.

Yeah.
They might be.

But likely not as significant
as this.

How did they know to find us?

We shouldn't have hit
the same shop twice in one week.

I told you it was a bad idea.

BEATRICE:
Shut up.

Just keep your mouths shut and
we'll be out of here in no time.

Except Emily, you mean.

A pretty girl like her will get
a year in the workhouse at most.

It goes by quickly enough.

A year?
And you're all right with that?

She's new.
She got caught.

She won't get caught again.

Why were the coppers there
at exactly 2:00

with the paddy wagon?

They must have known
we would be there.

How would they have known?

Yes.
How would they have known?

The new girl.

Did you squeal?

I didn't say a word.

- DR. GRACE: It was me.
- What?

I work for the police.

What?
The police?

I guess your plan didn't go
too well.

HIGGINS: Oi.
What's all the racket in here?

Constable Higgins, would you
please escort Miss Moss and I

to Detective Murdoch
immediately?

I'm laughing now, but be warned.

You and your little girlfriend
best stay away.

And you know
that's no idle threat.

DR. GRACE:
Enjoy the workhouse.

It's only a year.

It'll go by quickly enough.

So, Doctor,
that was a bit of a cock-up.

I don't know
why the plan changed.

Miss Moss and I were supposed to
be the distraction,

never the runners.

It was an admirable attempt,
Doctor.

Thank you.

So we've managed to not only
lose our man on the inside,

but we most likely don't have
enough leverage

against any of the girls.

We'll simply have to find
a different course of action.

A")! Suggestions?

Uh, maybe this will be
of some use.

The murder weapon.

Oh, good work, son.

Oh, I just got lucky.

Oh, it's nothing to do
with luck, eh, Crabtree?

He's a natural.
It's in the blood.

A natural indeed, sir.

Well, George, we'll have to
test that for fingermarks.

CHARLIE:
Oh, no need.

I found the knife in the room
of one Beatrice Crawford.

You appear to have taken up
Miss White's mantle.

That's motive.

Also, the marks on your neck
are an exact match for the rings

that were found
on Miss White's hands.

Then there's this.

The knife that was used
to kill Miss White.

It was found in your room.

Motive and evidence.

That's not mine.

I didn't kill Diana.

Besides, she wasn't stabbed.

She was shot.

Shot?

Yes, shot.

After she hit me, she left.

Some business meeting
with a man.

I knew it wasn't Eddie,

and I was annoyed she would
ally us with someone else.

So I tried to find her.

I heard a gunshot.
I followed the sound.

I found her dead
in that laneway.

Shot dead.

That's your story?

That's the truth.

Sir.

Full report on the search
of Beatrice Crawford's flat.

Mine and Constable
Brackenreid's, wherever he is.

I don't feel like you're getting
on with my nephew, Crabtree.

Some people just don't get on,
sir.

He's not a bad sort.

If you say so.

Did he tell you
why he came here?

Well, I asked him, sir,
but his answer was a bit vague.

[ Exhales deeply]

This is for your ears only.
Understand?

Charlie saw his best pal,

a young lad by the name
of Harry Keating,

murdered right in front
of his own eyes --

in fact, right in front
of half of London's eyes,

for that matter.

Sir, that's terrible.

He was the only one
with the guts to come forward.

Came down to his word
against the killer's.

Some fancy lawyering made it
look like Charlie was lying.

The murderer got off, and a
price was put on Charlie's head.

Sir, I had no idea.

He tried to do the right thing,
George.

He deserves a fair shot.

I would appreciate it
if you would give him that.

Sir, of course.

Ah. Well, now is as good a time
as any.

MAN:
Well done.

Rafferty,
crack open this champagne.

Charlie, come here, son.
Come here.

Lads, I'd like to announce
a new record --

a constable solving a case

within his first 48 hours
on the job.

Well, now, Inspector,
I can't take all the credit.

If it wasn't for you,

I wouldn't have been here
to find that knife.

Quite right.
Quite right.

I always knew that Charlie
would be a good copper.

It's just something
that you're born with,

and a Brackenreid
is as born to it as anyone.

Lads, a toast.

To Constable
Charles Brackenreid.

Blood.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Dr. Grace.

Uh, may I call you Emily?

It's a shame
you missed the champagne.

Constable Brackenreid.
What can I do for you?

I was just wondering
what time I should escort you

to my uncle's house for dinner
this evening.

Urn, dinner.

I'm sorry I'm distracted.

I can't imagine
how blood found its way

onto Miss White's finger.

Urn, from when she pulled
the knife out.

You said so yourself.

But I distinctly remember
cleaning her hand.

Well, I suppose you missed
a spot.

What were you doing
in the morgue yesterday?

I was being friendly.

- You remember.
- You were here alone.

Were you tampering
with the body?

- What are you talking about?
-l'm talking about the blood

on the victim's finger
I am certain I cleaned.

- Now, Emily, I --
-lf you'll excuse me,

I have a few things to discuss
with your uncle.

You should watch yourself,
Doctor.

You see, I know what you are.

I saw you and that Moss woman.

-"Devoted friends," as they say.
- Pardon me?

Wouldn't go over too well
with the men that employ you.

- How dare you --
- You best shut your mouth

about what you think you saw,

and I'll shut mine
about what I know I saw.

Ah.
Dr. Grace.

Do come in. Have a seat.
[ Chuckles ]

Hope you've worked up
a good appetite.

Mrs. B has been slaving
over a hot stove all day.

I believe Constable Brackenreid
has done something.

What do you mean?

I believe he has tampered
with a body --

Diana White's body.

I found him in the morgue
yesterday, alone.

As are all your attendants
at one time or another.

Yes, but I found blood on
a finger I had already cleaned.

What are you suggesting?

It seems a great coincidence,
Inspector,

that your nephew should find
the murder weapon

with the victim's fingerprint
on its hilt.

That's one hell of an accusation
to make, Dr. Grace.

You can't go around maligning
a man's good name

with only vague suspicion
as proof.

I regret that my word
is not enough to convince you.

Autumn is most certainly
upon us.

You can feel the chill
in the air.

Mm.
Very warm.

William.

What are you thinking about?
It certainly isn't the weather.

I'm sorry, Julia.

I'm having trouble

reconciling Beatrice Crawford's
account of the murder.

She could well be lying.
She is a criminal.

Yes, but why say she was shot
when we know she was stabbed?

Why be so specific?

A diversionary tactic?

It relies on an completely
different set of circumstances.

It's ill-conceived.

No.

If, as Beatrice Crawford says,
there was a gunshot,

then there would be evidence
of it at the scene of the crime.

Then perhaps you should look, if
only to satisfy your curiosity.

It so happens we find ourselves

in the exact location
the murder occurred.

- What an unlikely coincidence.
- Hm.

William, you do realize

that Miss Crawford is a master
of manipulation.

She could well be
simply insinuating doubt.

I don't see how that could work.

You've shown yourself to be
a man of reason,

so any unreasonable element
would likely prey on your mind.

Or there could be
a simpler explanation.

What would that be?

She was telling the truth.

Dr. Grace missed
an excellent meal.

What exactly was the reason
she gave?

She was busy.

Nothing to do with you being
in the morgue alone, then?

As she well knows,
I was waiting for her.

I was trying to be friendly.

How was I to know my attentions
would be so unwelcome?

Did she say that to you?

She didn't have to.

I can't believe she told you.

What, about you being
in the morgue?

I wasn't aware your movements
were supposed to be secret.

You're gonna believe her?

And just what do you think
she said?

You do believe her.

You take the word of a Sapphist
over that of your own blood.

- A Sapphist?
- You don't know that about her?

I don't give a toss.

If you've been up to anything
untoward, I will find out.

So, have you anything
to tell me?

Of course not, Uncle Tommy.

Dr. Grace.

I felt the need
to re-examine the evidence

I lifted from the body.

Inclusive of that,

I tested the charcoal traces
I found in the wound.

And?

It was charcoal, sulfur,
and saltpeter.

Gunpowder.

Likely dragged into the wound

from traces found
on Miss White's clothing?

No.

The residue was found

only at the insertion point
of the knife.

It must have been transferred to
the wound by the knife itself.

So the killer was holding
the knife in close proximity

when he fired the gun.

That looks rather awkward.

It certainly does.

Could one person have done this?

Not one person.

One weapon.

Take away the barrel,

fix a blade
and a brass knuckle handle,

and you've got yourself
an Apache,

a three-in-one weapon
from Paris.

Last time I saw one
was in the East End of London.

Sir, that can't be.

We know that this stiletto,
found in Miss Crawford's room,

is the murder weapon.

No, Murdoch, it isn't.

That's what Charlie was doing
in the morgue, wasn't it?

Putting Miss White's fingermarks
on the hilt.

I feel as though I'm missing
a vital piece of information.

Charlie planted the weapon.

I'll deal with him.

But our first priority
is to find the real killer.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

I know there's an Apache
in Toronto,

and I bet my whole kit
and caboodle that you've got it.

You know me, Inspector.

Lover of curiosities
and collector's items.

It's right over here.

It's a, uh, terrible weapon.

No barrel, no sight.

It's practically useless

unless you're right on top
of the person.

[ Chuckles ]

I can't bring myself
to part with it, though.

The ladies love to hear stories

of the fearsome Parisian gang
Les Apaches.

[Clicks tongue]

And you're just handing it
to me.

Why wouldn't I?

Well, this may well be the
weapon that killed Diana White.

[Clicks tongue]

Oh.

It's been recently fired.

Gunpowder residue.

Blood residue
on the stiletto blade

which matches the wound
on the victim.

No sign of a misfire.

So why would the killer shoot
at Miss White and then stab her?

The gun's only good
at close range.

Assuming the killer
didn't know that,

he may have shot first, missed,
lost his advantage,

and then been forced to close in
for the kill.

Beatrice Crawford is still
our strongest suspect.

And she had free access
to her brother's pawn shop.

Did you find a first set
of fingermarks on the weapon?

Nothing legible.

Unlucky for us.

Regardless, we need to find
some genuine evidence.

Sir, isn't there a box
of Beatrice Crawford's items

we've yet to go through?

There is indeed.

Where's the rest of the evidence
from Miss Crawford's rooms?

Uh, it's here.

Crabtree, bring it in.

Well, chop-chop.

Yes, sir.

Sirs.

I'm not entirely sure
how useful any of this is.

May I ask why the need
for additional evidence?

You may not.

CRABTREE:
Well, there's a handkerchief

with a small amount of blood
on it.

Too small of an amount
to link for the crime.

A pocket watch
that's stopped at 8:47.

Because it's unwound.

And the victim wasn't killed
at 8:47.

Which leads me to believe
that Miss Crawford

will get away with it.

CRABTREE:
That's more or less it, sir,

uh, besides this soiled glove.

George?

Gunpowder residue.

We may still have
enough evidence

to link Beatrice Crawford
to the murder, sir.

No, sir.
That's not Beatrice Crawford's.

That glove belongs
to Elaine Henshaw.

You almost had us fooled,
Miss Henshaw.

I know the how.
I just don't know the why.

Will it change anything?

Juries have been known
to be merciful.

I did a job on the side
by myself.

I fenced it through Eddie.

Diana found out and was gonna
kick me out of the gang.

I couldn't let that happen.

And for that she had to die?

[ Sighs]
You wouldn't understand.

I knew Beatrice would be next
in line.

She would take care of me.

Those girls are all I have
in the world.

We're family.

I couldn't survive without them.

And yet they will probably
survive without you.

You wanted to see me,
Uncle Tommy?

I'm not your uncle.

I'm your inspector.

There are no second chances
in this line of work, lad.

What we do affects
people's lives.

You almost sent
an innocent woman to the noose.

Innocent?

She's a criminal.

She deserves to be punished.

She doesn't deserve
to be executed.

This is London all over again.

Is that why you did this?

To make right what went wrong?

I watched Harry die.

I saw who killed him.

No one said anything.

I risked my life
to do what was right for Harry.

But I had no evidence.

- Just like we had no evidence.
- What I did was right.

It had to be right.

No, it wasn't, son.

And because you don't know that,

I can't have you
in my station house...

or my home.

Well, you can't send me back.

I'm a dead man.

I've got you a job on a merchant
ship sailing to New Zealand.

You have a cousin in Auckland.
He'll be expecting you.

Your friend Harry would have
been a good and honest man.

Walk in his footsteps.
Don't live in his shadow.

Crabtree.

See to it that Higgins
takes back his desk.

Sir, I will.

May I say, I'm very sorry about
everything with your nephew.

He'd have made a good constable.

Yes. Well, this station house
already has better.

I thought you'd like to know

that my nephew has been sent
on his way.

I'm sorry about the whole thing,
Inspector.

Please, Doctor. I should be
the one to apologize.

I should have believed you
when you first came to see me.

One more thing.

Uh, I don't know if it's true,
and I don't want to know.

But Charlie said something.

Oh?

I don't want to lose you
as city coroner, that's all.

I appreciate your concern,
Inspector,

but what I do in my free time
has no bearing on my work.

That's not the way
the world works, young lady.

These kinds of shenanigans
are not for a woman

-of your position.
- Shenanigans?

You know this to be true.

Now, you've had your fun.

It's time to grow up
and act in a proper fashion.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Knock on door]

Emily.
What's the --

ls this what you want?

Yes.

I'm not a toy.

I'm too grown up for toys.