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[Speaking Latin]

To me?

To everyone
who believes in you?!

There are no secrets from God.

He knows everything.
He sees everything!

- Everything!
- Jeanette.

Read it for yourself.

"Even also as I am known."

There it is.
[Shouts in French]

- Look!
- Jeanette --

You have to tell the truth.

If you will not tell,
then I will!

- Enfant!
- I must tell the truth!

Jeanette.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Breathing heavily]

Lord...guide me.

Show me what to do.

[Grunts]

I'm sorry, sir.
Your name again?

Francois Robichaud.

And your position
here at the church?

I dig the graves.

You say you found her here
this morning?

Oh, yes.
Uh, 7:00.

Did you know her?

She is the maid at the
presbytere here at St. Francis.

Jeanette Rajotte.

Raj otte?

This is her parents' grave?

Oui.
They died when she was a child.

Cholera.

Jeanette was raised by the nuns
of Sacré-coeur.

She would come here to pray.

M. Robichaud, I assume that
you've used this spade before.

Mais oui. I had to bury
somebody, uh, just yesterday.

We'll need a sample
of your fingermarks.

Who is the priest here?

Pére Lebel.

A green stick but a good man.

Excuse me.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

I'm looking for Father Lebel.

Déso/é.
He's not here.

Do you know when he'll return?

He was not in his room when I
brought him his breakfast.

Maybe he went to visit
a sick parishioner.

Do you have any idea where?

No.

But I think he'll be back soon.

- He has an important meeting.
- With whom?

Someone from the office
of the bishop.

Father Keegan?

Oh, my Lord.

William Murdoch.

[ Chuckles ]

It's been a long time.

Yes.
What are you doing here?

I have a meeting
with the priest,

Father Daniel Lebel.

According to the housekeeper,

he left sometime during
the night and hasn't returned.

Strange.
Hm.

Seems we're looking for
the same man.

What brings you to Toronto,
Father?

Some time ago,

the bishop appointed me
to be a spiritual adviser.

So now I travel
to the smaller dioceses.

I advise the priests.
I hear their confessions.

And why were you visiting
Father Lebel?

It was supposed to be
a routine visit.

Apparently it's anything but.

Unfortunately.

Jeanette Rajotte.

She was found dead this morning.

-[ Speaking Latin]
- Dr. Grace.

Detective Murdoch.

I would like you to meet
Father Keegan.

Hello, Father.

We meet in less than pleasant
circumstances, I'm afraid.

Severe blunt force trauma
to the cranium.

I'll do a thorough postmortem,

but it seems to be
what killed her.

I've sent the likely
murder weapon, a garden spade,

to the station house
for analysis.

The blow was delivered
from above.

You're correct.

Father Keegan was the first
of my teachers.

Judging by the severity
of the wound,

I would say death was immediate.

MURDOCH:
A fair amount of blood spatter.

The killer likely got some
on his clothing as well.

Indeed.

Given the rigor, she's been dead
for at least a few hours.

Mm-hmm.

Which means the culprit likely
had time to clean himself up.

KEEGAN: It's a single blow,
not a frenzy.

Calculated, perhaps.

The murder weapon came
from nearby.

So possibly an impulse.

DR. GRACE:
[Clears throat]

Perhaps I should just
let you two continue.

Yes. Uh, terribly sorry, Doctor.
We'll await your report.

You shall have it presently.

Oh.
Mme. Bench.

Detective.

I wonder -- Did you hear or see
anything out of the ordinary

in the presbytery last night?

- No.
-[ Baby fussing ]

Well, I heard voices --
an argument.

They woke my baby.

Mm.
Whose voices?

I don't know.

You didn't recognize them?

Maybe one was Jeanette.

And the other
possibly Father Lebel?

I don't know.

It was a man's voice.

I see.
And what time was this?

9:00, maybe.

Thank you, Mme. Bench.

Oh, and if you do see
Father Lebel,

please have him contact me
immediately.

- Bien sUr.
- Thank you.

Father.

I should get back
to the station house.

Of course.
Of course.

You must join my wife and I
for dinner this evening.

A Wife.

Splendid.
That's just splendid.

Do you have children?

- Not as yet.
- Ah.

You don't want to wait
very much longer, Will.

A young child and an old man
is a tiring equation.

When he was 12 years old,

he took it upon himself
to construct a sort of --

What was it
that you were building?

Thank you.

I was attempting to bend
sunlight around a corner

using a series of lenses.

[ Chuckles]
As all children are wont to do.

Yes. His interests were,
shall we say, unusual.

It was working.

Unfortunately, the lenses served
to intensify the sun's light.

He ended up burning down my shed
is what he's trying to say.

[Laughing]
William.

Well, as they say, children
learn through their mistakes.

So I guess you learned
a great deal.

Yes, I did.

But I rebuilt the shed
within the month.

And you did a very fine job,
as I recall.

And he did it all by himself.

I offered to help.
He refused.

Stubborn and virtuous,
even then.

Young Will was no
run-of-the-mill boy.

He had an exceptionally sharp
and inquiring mind.

In his youth,
he was very much a daydreamer.

[ Match scrapes, ignites ]

KEEGAN:
[Clears throat]

[Whispering in Latin]

Pay attention, Will.

Yes, Father.

I am sorry we haven't kept
in touch, Will.

I did write.

Oh, I left Nova Scotia
very soon after you.

I went to various parishes

until the bishop decided
I was the diplomatic sort

and I would serve better
as an adviser.

Why is it the bishop sent you
to speak with Father Lebel?

Mm.
It was a routine visit.

Up until now, we've had nothing
but good reports about him.

Well, I do hope I'm not about to
sully a fine reputation.

But a young woman has been
murdered in his backyard

and he has disappeared.

Father Lebel has yet to return
to the presbytery, Will.

I'm becoming quite concerned.

His disappearance likely has
something to do with our murder.

The question is what.

I hope you don't mind
my coming along.

- You're more than welcome.
- Sir.

What have you, George?

The lads have been through
Mlle. Rajotte's room

and found nothing amiss.

And what of the sisters
of the parish?

Were they able to shed
some light?

I'm afraid not, sir.

They all describe her
as a devout Catholic

whose only wish was to enter
the convent.

And what of her relationship
with the father?

They say she was truly devoted
to him.

It seems unlikely, then, the
argument heard by Mme. Benoit

was between the two of them.

Well, then it appears we are
still in search of a motive.

Thank you, George.

Edna.
What brings you by?

Well, as it happens,
I need your help.

Oh, you haven't been out on
another crime spree, have you?

Well, never fear.

The constabulary has been known
to look the other way

if circumstances warrant.

Actually, I wanted your opinion
as a man of letters.

Oh?

Wickley's Bakery is having
a contest.

"Whoever can write
the best slogan

extolling the virtues
of Wickley's bread

will win free loaves
for a year."

And the writer's image
might be used on the poster.

Edna, that would be marvelous.

Well, it's a good-looking loaf.

- Wonderfully soft.
- Yes.

L-I tried my hand at it, but...

Well, let's have a look.

I fear I don't have
the same powers of imagination

-that you do.
- Well, Edna, few do.

But no writer should be judged
on their first effort.

I mean, the first draft
of my novel was no great shakes.

-I'm sure it's better than this.
- If that's true,

it's only because ancient
pharaohs rising out of the grave

is better subject material
than a loaf of bread.

"Wickley's bread
is free of germs

because it has been bleached.

And what could be cleaner
than bleach?"

It's thought that germs
are the cause of most diseases.

Yes. But, Edna,
bleach tastes terrible.

Have you tried it?

Well, only --
I had to -- It doesn't matter.

What you want to say is that
the -- the bread is clean,

healthy, not sodden in germs --

but without mentioning bleach,
I think.

You know, something pithy.
Something...

Leave it with me.
Let me think on it awhile.

Okay.
Thank you, George.

Oh.
Thank you.

[ Sniffs]
Mmm.

There is marked lividity
in the anterior of the body.

As rigor was quite advanced,

I would put the time of death
at shortly after midnight.

The lividity also shows that --

The body wasn't moved
after death.

You're familiar with the process
of morbid development, Father.

A passing knowledge, certainly
not as extensive as your own.

And there's no doubt as to
the cause of death, Doctor?

None. Her skull was split open
by the edge of the spade.

She died instantly.

Father Keegan's initial
assessment was accurate.

Well, I've seen my share
of the dead.

We both have, haven't we, Will?

[Bells chiming,
Keegan speaking Latin]

-[ Door opens]
- MAN: Father!

- Father!
-[ Thunder crashing]

Ship's sinking.

She's down on the rocks --
a three-master.

Who'll help me man the lifeboat?

All able-bodied men
down to the beach.

You are excused from Mass.

[ Indistinct shouting]

Come, Will.

[Shouting continues]

KEEGAN:
[Speaking Latin]

MAN:
Father!

She's still alive,
and she's with child!

KEEGAN: Fetch Mrs. Cameron!
We're going to need her!

- Hurry!
- MAN: Let's go, boys!

Will!
We're going to need your help!

Come on!

Come on, Will!

You have nothing to fear
from the dead.

Take the lantern!

[ Indistinct conversations]

We need to record accurate
descriptions of every body.

The wives and the mothers
may wish to claim them.

And take note
of all their possessions.

I don't want anything
to go missing.

Here.
Take this notebook and pencil.

[Speaking Latin]

You ready?

Let's begin.

Man, about 55 years of age.

Gray hair.
Full beard.

Blue eyes.

[Thunder rumbling]

There's two teeth missing.

Has no wedding band.

This man was the captain.

Jeremiah Wood ruff.

There are four other
crew members.

They were transporting cod,

and they had two paying
passengers --

Mr. Dawlish, a merchant,
and his wife, Abigail.

-[ Woman screams]
-[ Gasps ]

Mrs. Dawlish is in good hands,
Will.

You stay focused
on what's before you.

[Woman coughing, sobbing]

Dr. Grace, is there
anything else you can glean

from the body of this poor soul?

I don't believe so.

Then, Will, may I ask you to
permit the release of the body

in Father Lebel's absence?

I'd like to begin arrangements
for the funeral.

I don't see why not, Father.

Thank you.

Doctor.

Why would Father Lebel
not be here

when his congregation
clearly needs him?

I'm sure he'll have
an explanation once he returns.

If he returns.

Father?

This Bible.
It isn't Father's Lebel's.

It's Jeanette Rajotte's.

The dead woman's?
What's it doing here?

Perhaps it was Father Lebel
that Jeanette Rajotte

was arguing with
the night of her murder.

One of the verses is marked.

"For now we see through a glass,
darkly -- but then face-to-face.

Now I know --"

"Now I know in part,

but then shall I know
even as also I am known."

First Corinthians,
chapter 13, verse 12.

Have a look at this.

What am I looking at?

Possibly the reason why
Father Lebel had to disappear.

"Now I know."

BRACKENREID: "Now I know."
What does that mean?

That's a very good question.

I'd say that Miss Rajotte knew
something.

She threatens the good father.

He does her in to keep her mouth
shut, and then he does a bunk.

That's rash speculation,
Inspector.

Bollocks. That was clearly
a message meant for him.

It was her Bible.
It was on his desk.

Maybe he hasn't left at all.

Perhaps some harm has come
to him also.

BRACKENREID:
Priests are men under the cloth,

just like the rest of us,
Murdoch.

Father Lebel was most likely
up to something

he shouldn't have been.

Sir, the information
you requested

from the Catholic Register.

Give it here, Crabtree.

Father Daniel Lebel
was transferred

to the parish of St. Francis
a year ago.

Yes. They needed
a French-speaking priest.

Before that, he was at the
parish of St. Urbain in Quebec.

Stayed there for eight months.

Prior to that, the parish
of St. Cecile in Gatineau.

Seven months.

Doesn't stick around very long,
does he?

Sometimes it takes a while

for a young priest
to find the proper match.

I was hoping that Father Lebel
would be settled at St. Francis.

Sounds like an all-around misfit
to me.

Sir, you are making
unwarranted assumptions.

Nevertheless,
we need to have a little chat

with your Father Lebel.

Constables are asking around
the Catholic ward as we speak.

Someone has to have seen him.

Sir, Mme. Benoit is here
to speak with you.

What was the relationship
between Father Lebel

and Miss Rajotte?

Relationship?

I don't know what you mean.

She worked at the parish,
cleaning.

He was her priest.

And he was a good priest?

Oh, oui.
Bien sflr.

I owe him everything
this past year.

It was so happy
the day he married us.

Then my husband fell ill,
and everything changed.

He never saw our child
before he died.

Pére Lebel was so kind,
keeping me on at the presbytery.

Yes.
A child in the presbytery.

That's most unusual, isn't it?

This is what I mean.

He looks after us.

He's a good man.

And when did you last see
Mlle. Rajotte?

After supper.

She cleaned up the kitchen,
then we all went to our rooms.

Did you hear her leave?

No.

Right.

Thank you, Mme. Bench.

Detective.

Mlle. Rajotte visited
her parents' graves that night.

Who would have known this?

M. Robichaud.
He would know.

Even that late?

He works all hours.

[ Speaking French ]

...is what he says --

"Our Lord does not keep
a time clock."

Yes.

Thank you again.

Mon pére.

And you're sure he knew that you
were coming to visit him?

Oh, yes.
Yes.

We corresponded.

So it makes no sense
that he would leave suddenly.

Unless, of course, he's involved
in the young woman's murder.

I never said that, Father.

No.
But you are thinking it.

MAN: We found this one
down on the rocks.

It was like he was trying to
swim ashore

while the ship was sinking.

[ Baby crying in distance]

Father.

Come quickly.

She won't last much longer.

Come on, Will.

If you're not afraid
of the dead,

you can tolerate the dying.

Come on.

I'm here, my child.

Are you of the Catholic faith?

Yes, I am.

Then I must prepare you
to meet your maker.

Don't be afraid.
Don't be afraid.

One day you will rest
in paradise

in the arms of our Lord
Jesus Christ.

Were any saved from the ship?

The villagers brought in
the last man now.

Your husband, I believe.

My husband?

He has blond hair.
He has a fur-trimmed coat.

[Thunder rumbling]

[Voice breaking]
ls the man dead?

Yes, child.

He tried to save me, Father.

Please pray for his soul.

I shall.

You must look in the coat.

There are gold coins
and diamonds in the hem.

Please...

make sure the money is used

to raise this poor
orphaned infant.

Promise me.

I promise.

I promise.
I promise.

But now I must hear
your confession.

[Speaking Latin]

[Telephone rings]

Detective Murdoch.

Yes?

Thank you, Constable.

A carriage driver escorted
Father Lebel to a rooming house

on Rose Street.

Finally.

I was beginning to think the man
had vanished into thin air.

Wickley's Bread.

Clean and white.

Take a bite.

No.
Uh, Wickley's Bread.

Pure and white.

Take a bite.

Wickley's Bread.

Pure never tasted so good.

Crabtree, what are you
rattling on about?

Wickley's Bread, sir.

I'm trying to come up with
a slogan extolling its virtues.

Virtues?
Dreadful stuff.

That factory bread can't hold a
candle to Margaret's home-baked.

Perhaps sir,
but it's awfully convenient

for people who are too busy
to toil at the oven.

Too lazy, you mean.

Next thing you know, they'll be
slicing it up for you.

Sir, that's a fantastic idea!

I've never got the hang of
slicing a piece of bread, sir.

Loom
It always comes out like that.

A-And the end piece --
That's a recipe for self-injury.

Sliced bread would be
the greatest thing since...

-since...
- It's too fluffy.

- Huh?
- It's too fluffy.

It is a bit fluffy, sir.

Give me a slice of bread
that sticks to the ribs.

I do like the color, though.

White as the first
bloody snowfall.

Snowfall.

Snowfall.

MURDOCH:
Driver, stop.

Halt!

Father Lebel?

Toronto Constabulary!

[Grunts]

- Father, are you all right?
-l'm fine.

Don't let him get away.

He, Go!
S getting away!

Why would Father Lebel run away
if he wasn't in trouble?

Sounds to me like
we're dealing with the killer.

It's possible.

But even if he is the killer,

we have no idea why he would
kill Jeanette Rajotte.

Your priest is a young man.

The victim
is a pretty young woman.

Would you like me to draw you
a picture, Father?

That can't be, Inspector.

Father Lebel is a man of God.

In my church, the advisers
only drop in on the ministers

if they're worried
about something.

I'm only here to advise
on spiritual matters.

Nothing more.

So why did he bolt, then?

He knew you were coming.

Isn't that disrespectful
to take off the way he did?

That is a valid
first assumption.

However, in my experience, first
assumptions are as often wrong

as they are right.

[Thunder rumbling]

Father, what are you doing?

This man's family may wish to
lay claim to this money.

A man's rights supersede
his wife's.

Aren't you stealing?

Sometimes the greater good
must prevail even over the law.

I made a promise
that I intend to keep.

This money is the babe's
inheritance.

Father.

What the deuce?

[Sighs]

Tell me -- What do you think
is unusual about this, Will?

He's not dressed
like a merchant.

He's wearing sailor's clothes.

Indeed.
Feel this.

- His hands are rough.
- Mm-hmm.

Not the soft hands
of a merchant.

Tell me --
Do you think this Abigail

looked like the type of woman
who would marry a sailor?

Do you see where I made
my mistake?

No, I don't.

She did not directly say that
the blond man was her husband.

I made that assumption
based on his fine coat.

Her husband must be amongst
these other men.

Ah, yes.

Our merchant, I do believe.

And a man
of considerable vanity.

He dyes his hair and his beard.

Poor old man trying to keep up
with a young wife.

- Father.
- Mm-hmm.

Look at that tear in his vest,
right above his heart.

A wound.
Most likely a knife.

Will, our blond sailor
may have a knife on his person.

Let's go have a look.

Check his boots.

Father Keegan.

Hmm?

Ah.

I was wrong.
He didn't drown.

There's blood on it.

The sheath protected it
from the sea.

And it's been used recently.

The sea didn't kill her husband.

The sailor did.

BRACKENREID: So a country priest
and a 12-year-old boy

got something wrong.

What has that got to do with
your priest's disappearance?

The point is, Inspector,

one should not be too quick
to judge.

If Lebel is innocent,
why would he run?

I don't know.

What other explanation
could there be but his guilt?

Is that the only conclusion?

If the sailor killed
Miss Abigail's husband,

why did she say he helped her?

Why did she seem so sad
he was dead?

Why do you think?

Perhaps they both did it?

Do you really believe that?
She was facing her maker.

She had an opportunity
to confess her sins.

Besides which,
she didn't look like a murderer.

She was too beautiful.

Well, history is strewn
with tales of wicked women

who were also beauties, Will.

You can't only trust your heart.

Go back to logic.
What did you observe?

There was blood
coming from her mouth.

Is that normal
when a baby is born?

No, it's not.

You see those bruises, Will?

She didn't get them
from falling off the boat.

She also had injuries
to her torso, Father.

Thank you, Mrs. Cameron.

The bruise is a strange shape.

The man we identified
as the merchant --

Go fetch me one of his boots.

See how the shape of
the square toe fits the bruise?

He kicked her.

Yes, he did.

But she was his wife.

There is evil in all men, Will.
Remember that.

Is this why the sailor killed
her husband?

Perhaps.

Or perhaps the sailor
was merely a thief.

- I don't think so, Father.
- Why not?

He was wearing the coat with the
diamonds and coins sewn in it.

He took the coat.

But we don't know if he knew
there was anything in it.

Continue.

And if he was a thief,

he would have stolen
the merchant's rings

or his money purse.

What are you thinking, Will?

Remember -- Miss Abigail worried
for the sailor.

She cared for him.

Yes, she did.

Maybe he felt the same way.

Perhaps he caught the merchant
mistreating his wife

and took action.

BRACKENREID:
So we'll only know the truth

once we find
the elusive Father Lebel.

How are we going to do that?

A priest's flock is his family.

And as such,
he would never abandon them.

What are you thinking, Will?

Father, I would like you
to perform the funeral Mass

for Jeanette Rajotte tomorrow.

If Father Lebel is the priest
that you say he is,

he'll be there.

What if he's her murderer?

Well, then he'll be
in even more need

of the sanctuary of the church
and the confessional.

MURDOCH:
For forgiveness of sin.

But, Father, you must understand
that if he does return,

I will need to bring him in
for questioning.

Of course, Will.

It is your duty.

I think I've got it.
Actually, I think I have two.

Well, let's hear them.

Okay.
Uh, Wickley's Bread.

What clean tastes like.

Good.
W-What's the other one?

Uh...

Why eat germs when you can eat
Wickley's Bread?

Hmm.

So?

Well, I also tried one.

Wickley's Bread.
Pure as the first snow.

You don't like it?

No.
It's brilliant, George.

How did you come up with
such a poetic line?

Well, I just had to think
about you.

Well, we both know I'm not pure.

Well, I think you're pure.
Pure of heart.

That golden tongue of yours
will get you into trouble.

What kind of trouble
were you thinking about?

KEEGAN:
We commend our sister Jeanette

into the loving arms
of her heavenly Father,

where she will rest
in eternal peace.

Peace is something
we will all find in heaven.

But peace is something
harder to find here on earth.

"For now we see
as through a glass, darkly --

but then face-to-face."

St. Paul put down in words
what we all often experience.

Sometimes things seem
very unclear.

There seem to be secrets
all around us.

But we cannot find peace if we
cloak ourselves in secrets.

For the Lord Jesus Christ
knows all.

There are no secrets
from our heavenly Father.

St. Paul goes on to say,
"Now I know in part..."

MURDOCH:
Wait. Stop.

I need to speak with you.

What do you want?

What secrets are you keeping,
M. Robichaud?

Secrets?

Me, I keep nothing.

Then why did you leave the Mass?

I must go to Jeanette's grave.

They are bringing her in --

You heard Father Keegan's words.

They obviously meant something
to you.

All that talk about
"seeing through a glass darkly."

I don't know what they mean.
It makes no sense.

It's about being truthful
to yourself and to God.

You sound like poor Jeanette.

She was speaking like that
the night she died.

Then she was going to talk
to the father.

Father Lebel?

- Yeah.
- What about?

About the -- the truth.

Father Keegan?

Pardon me, Sister.
I need a word.

Let her go.
Please.

What do you want of me?

Detective Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

You are coming with me, Father.

Or do you prefer Mlle. Lebel?

This is a Church matter, Will.

You lied to me.

You knew about this.

Do you want me to do this?

The officers of the law
will be here in the morning.

We must tell them
what we've discovered.

Are you going to tell them that
the sailor killed Mr. Dawlish?

I'm going to tell them
that I believe he did, yes.

- Why?
- Because that's the truth of it.

But he killed to protect her.

Well, that attributes our sailor
with a noble character

and a noble motive.

But he still committed
the ultimate sin, Will.

He still killed
another human being.

Am I to hide the truth?

Yes.

No.

The truth is the rock
upon which we must stand,

no matter the consequences.

You knew from the beginning
that Father Lebel was a woman.

Yes.

When you stumbled
in the alleyway,

you did it
so that she could get away.

You deliberately interfered
in a police investigation.

I'm an old man.
I fell.

Don't...

Don't lie to me.

You knew I was looking for
Lebel

You could have told me.

How would knowing Lebel was a
woman have helped you find her?

She's a suspect
in a murder investigation.

This points to motive.

She didn't do it, Will.

- How do you know?
- I feel it.

I feel it in my heart.

Your heart.

You told me long ago
not to trust in my heart alone.

How did she remain disguised
for so long?

Surely someone
would have discovered

that Father Lebel was a woman
in seminary training.

She studied at a seminary
in Quebec.

They're notoriously
conservative.

None of the young men
are ever allowed

to see each other unclothed.

There are other indications
of femininity.

Clearly Lebel was able
to conceal

her more intimate functions.

But not from the servant
who cleaned her room.

Jeanette Rajotte discovered
her secret.

I suppose she did.

That would explain
the passage in her Bible.

And you still believe that Lebel
didn't murder Mlle. Rajotte.

She had no reason to kill
to protect herself, Will.

She knew I was about to arrive.

She knew her secret
was about to be revealed.

But you weren't coming here
to expose her.

You were coming to cover it up,
perhaps not for the first time.

The Church prefers to see
these things as Church business.

Yes.
Of course.

A woman pretending
to be a priest

would invalidate all of the
sacraments that she performed.

The only ones
who would have been hurt

were the parishioners
who received those sacraments.

And that could have been
easily corrected

without bringing undue distress.

What about the truth?

The rock on which
we all must stand?

Sometimes, William, the greater
good must take precedence.

Perhaps you could have shared
that with me as well.

[ Door opens]

I cannot call you Father.

How shall I address you?

In the eyes of God,
I am a priest.

In the eyes of the Catholic
Church, you are an impostor.

Women cannot be ordained.

Priests are descendants
from the apostles.

Jesus chose men to be apostles.

I was chosen to interpret
the word of God as a priest.

That's a rather heretical
point of view.

I'm surprised you continue to be
a Catholic if you believe that.

I love my church, Detective.

I was answering God's call to
devote my life to His service,

even though I was born a woman.

You could have taken the veil,
become a nun.

As you say, priests are the one
who are close to God.

I prayed, and He spoke to me.

God spoke and told me who I am.

I am a priest.

But then you were found out.

Your servant learned the truth,
and you killed her.

No.

Then why did you run?

No one would understand.

I needed to think,

to talk to God
and ask for His guidance.

Right. So you say you did not
kill Jeanette Rajotte.

I did not take her life.

Jeanette.
That poor enfant.

May God rest her soul.

- Have you charged the priest?
- Not as of yet.

What are you waiting for?

She's an impostor that Jeanette
Rajotte was prepared to unmask.

She killed the girl
to protect herself and then ran.

Sir, she speaks
with such utter sincerity.

I'm inclined to believe her.

Murdoch, are you sure

you're not still letting Keegan
influence you?

Father Keegan withheld the truth
from you

for reasons he felt valid.

Yes, I know.
But still...

You take it personally.

It's understandable.
You feel betrayed.

I'm a grown man.

I'm sure I'll recover.

This isn't the first time
this has happened --

a woman impersonating a man.

The Catholic Church has St.
Marina the monk,

not to mention Joan of Arc.

Julia,
I'm not sure a history lesson

is going to help me solve
this murder.

Think about the psychology
behind such impersonations --

an intense identification
with men, for one,

safety, for another.

But it is usually that a woman
can only get what she wants

by disguising herself
as the opposite sex.

So if you had been prevented
from becoming a doctor...

Perhaps I'd be
like Margaret Bulkley,

who became Dr. James Barry

and performed surgery
for many years.

Think of all the people
that would've died

if she'd remained a woman.

Yes, but Margaret Bulkley
genuinely healed people.

Father Lebel performed
sacraments

which are now invalid.

So all the past year's births,
deaths,

and marriages at St. Francis
are null and void?

Father Keegan assures me
the Church will make it right.

How?

I suppose they'll send another
priest and redo the sacraments.

But what if it can't be made
right?

What do you mean?

What if Father Lebel performed
sacraments that can't be redone?

Marriage, for instance.

A widow would lose
her husband's estate

if she were suddenly unmarried.

There it is!
In the Bible!

Loom

He knows you are not a priest,
you're a woman!

So you think Mme. Benoit
is our murderer?

Constables are searching
her room at the presbytery now.

Well, it makes sense to me,
Murdoch.

Why wouldn't she believe

the doctrine she'd been taught
all her life?

It would never occur to her
that the Church

could somehow magically fix
it all for her and her child.

Sirs, we found this
in Mme. Benoit's armoire.

Bring her in, Murdoch.

Mme. Benoit is in
the interview room now, Father.

[Sighs]
PoorsouL

Her or the murdered woman?

Both of them, Will.

If Mme. Benoit did kill
Jeanette Rajotte,

it was only to protect
her infant.

A noble motive makes her
no less a murderer.

I was hoping you wouldn't
remember I said that.

I remember every word
you've ever said to me.

They're the words I recall

whenever I have
a difficult decision to make.

I'm just a man, William.

I'm as fallible as the next.

May I please speak with her'?
She'll tell me what she did.

And she's going to need
God's forgiveness.

[Speaking Latin]

[Sobbing 1

CRABTREE:
Look at that.

I suppose I'm in the company
of a celebrity now.

Don't let it go to your head,
George.

I might have to find someone
more fitting of my station.

I really should be sharing
my prize with you.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I don't think "pure as the first
snowfall" is my best work.

Oh, really?

I guess I'll have to read
your book one of these days.

You haven't read it?

I gave you a copy.

Well, I started it...

You didn't like it?

I thought it strained credulity.

I mean, pharaohs rising
from the dead.

Yes, they rose from the dead.

A-A curse was released
when their tomb was discovered.

Edna, that kind of thing
was happening in ancient Egypt

all the time.

I did like the part

when the hero got together
with his lady friend.

Yes.
That is a good part.

That happens at the end.

You have read it.

Yes, I have read it, George.

Twice.

What will become
of Father Lebel?

That's for the bishops
to decide.

I expect she'll be
excommunicated.

Cutting her off

from the very thing
that gave her life meaning.

I'm afraid so.

Will you be leaving immediately?

Tomorrow.

I'll celebrate the Mass,

and then a temporary replacement
will come.

Off to advise somewhere else.

You know, Will,
when I was younger,

I thought the pursuit of truth
was absolute.

I've since learned
that the world isn't so simple.

Revealing the truth
about Father Lebel

would have hurt
more than it helped.

I'm not sure I agree.

Well, Lord only knows.

But we all must keep
our conscience.

I'm still in need of an acolyte
for the morning Mass.

If you would consider it,
I would be honored.

[Speaking Latin]