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[sizzling]

- These murders are in danger
of agitating the poor and,

more importantly,
they target us.

So, then what we need to do,
clearly...

[clears throat]

Yes, Gladys. Serve the meal,

then be gone.

Yes, Mr. Garvey.

Miss.

- Please close the door
on your way out.

- Does anyone feel uneasy
discussing these things

with your staff
in such close proximity?

- My staff know they'd pay
with their lives

if anything were
to ever be repeated.

Now can we please get
on with the subject at hand?

As I was saying,

what we need to do is find
Georges Rondeau and kill him.

- Yeah.

We have laws in this land.

- Mm, right.
I'd almost forgotten.

I, for one, would sleep
more comfortably knowing

for sure that we caught
the actual guilty party.

- Of course Georges
is the killer.

The murders started
the moment he arrived.

- Or his showing up
is the perfect distraction

for someone devious.

- Fine. So, we capture him.
- How?

He's as slippery
as an eel.

- And after Eddie's,
pardon my French,

fuck up,
he knows we're after him.

- It's getting cold! Eat up.

There must be something
that would lure him.

- Mm. Good.

[gasping]

- Venetia!

- Melanda, dearest,
could you check our lovely

friend to see if she's having
a stroke?

- My sister, the frisson

between she and Georges
is positively "aphrodesic".

She may know where he is.

If not, we can use her
as a lure.

Hm?

- The only way

to Georges Rondeau's heart

is through his billfold.

[scoffs]

- Okay, so using some

kind of hocus-pocus,

we trick the murderous

magician to meet
your sister where?

- The Queen's Chamber.

- You think he'll feel safe
at The Queen's Chamber?

- After what we did there?
- Hm.

- No.

- Forget using Venetia as
a lure, use one of these pies.

Tastiest damn pies
I've ever eaten. What is it?

Pork? It's a little
too gamey for pork.

Boar?

- All right,
so we get ahold of him somehow,

then what? Public trial?

- Yes, a public trial.

It's not like Georges Rondeau
is a nobody whore.

His fans are going to wonder
what happened to him.

- Are you insane?
The people will be on his side.

- Salomé, as always, is right.

I mean, The Widow's killing
the rich and the famous,

something they wish
they could do.

- So we make it look like
he's a victim of The Widow.

I know I can think of
a few sick perverted things

I'd like to do to Georges.

- Ooh, Daddy, do tell.

- No, no, no, no. People!
We gotta do this by the book.

We gotta send a message around
that you can't just go around

killing rich people.

What the fuck is that?

A bone?

[suspenseful music]

It's a tooth.
It's a human fucking tooth!

[gasping]

[gagging]

- Basil...

- The only person I know
with that many gold teeth is...

was...

Eddie.

[suspenseful music]

[gagging]

- There's words
at the bottom of mine.

"The unjust."

- Another message
from The Widow?

- I'm unjust?

- "Justice for."
- "Justice for the unjust."

- "Piping hot."
- "Served."

- Okay...

"Justice for the unjust.
Best served piping hot."

- What the fuck?

Gladys!

- Sir, I don't know
how that could have happened.

Please don't be cross with me--
- I will not be cross with you,

Gladys, if you tell me who put
the meat in these fucking pies,

because if you can't,
then I'm going to have to

assume that it was you.

- Her? The Widow? That's insane.

- I get them from your butcher,
Yorgi, sir.

- Who brought them to you?
How long ago?

- I didn't know him.
It was very dark.

- What did he look like?!

- Uh, he had
a cap hiding his face.

I'm sorry, sir. I told you
that they're my secret recipe,

but I've been lying.
I'm so sorry.

- Go.

Go!

[gasping, whimpering]

- She was here.

- He. Georges is our Widow.

- A master of disguise, too.

He's always five steps
ahead of us. What do we do?

How do we fight this?

- Oh, pull yourself together,
for Christ's sake.

It's Georges. Plain old
"pick a card" Georges.

We just have
to find the viper.

And we will.

[suspenseful music]

- The cook broke down

and told us Basil's fancy pies

were made in here.

[speaking foreign language]

- Oy.

Who are you and what
are you doing in my abattoir?

- Yorgi. Superintendent
Kashtinsky and this

is Detective Rijkers.

- We're here because something

went wrong with the recent order

of pies you sent
'round to the Garvey household.

- Gone wrong how?

- There was a sprinkling

of human teeth
in the latest batch.

- What...

- I pulled one right
out of my own mouth,

I don't mind saying.

- I don't see
how that could happen.

There's always
one of us in here.

- Where exactly
do you make the pies?

- The pies are
assembled over there.

What are you doing?

- Who makes the pies?

- Mal'chik.
Boys, uh,

little ones still too small
to do the heavy work.

- How small are we talking?

- Young. Eleven, twelve.

- So, uh, not potential killers.

- They not yet strong enough
to lift leg of lamb.

- How hard would you say it
is to get in here at night?

- I've done it
a couple times.

My wife, you know,
she give me hell.

- I think I got something.

- Eddie?

- What you mean, Eddie?

- Oh, it's human.

- Eddie.
- That Eddie?!

Eddie would I know?

- Where's the rest of him?

- If he's in the pie,

he could be... any one these
mince and mix trays.

[uneasy music]

- The attack starts
on the body here at the lower

fifth lumbar vertebrae.

It's the least extreme
of the hits.

- But bad enough to paralyze
Eddie from the waist down?

- Mm-hmm.

[screaming]

- And next, he's hit here,

at the thoracic vertebrae...

[screaming]

...ending here at
the top cervical vertebrae.

It's the most brutal
of the all the strikes.

Interesting.

- What?

- If I was to kill a man,
I'd start at that point,

not end there.

The killer took their time.

It was violent,
methodical,

at her mercy.

No muscle control.

[screaming]

Suffocating.

Alive until the bitter end.

- Suffering. It's just what
The Widow wanted.

It's a message.
- Whoever The Widow is,

they know a thing or two
about human physiology.

- Someone like you?

- But I'm right-handed,

while the killer
uses their left.

Does that clear me,
Detective?

- More pressing question is does
it clear Georges Rondeau?

[sighing]

[uneasy music]

- Fortuna, Prosperitas
et Abundantia.

Habeo Omnia,

Pecunia venit ad me.

Habeo Omnia. Dives sum,

Totus sum. Habeo Omnia,

Habeo Omnia.

Regina Simcoe.

[knocking]

- Georges?

- I need to speak with him.

- As do I. Dress rehearsal
started an hour ago.

- You haven't heard from him?

- Not since yesterday.

- Do you know where
he was last night?

- Did you not hear me when
I said I haven't heard from

him since yesterday afternoon?

- If you had to guess...

- Georges knows many
people in town,

many he hopes to see.

And then there are always

admirers looking to commune

with him after the shows.

- Tell me, what is Georges'
handedness?

- Left. Why?

- Hmm.

- If you're going to continue
to be rude and mysterious,

I'd like you to leave.

- Oh, you would?

Let me make something very clear
for you, young lady.

If you know anything,

you need to tell me. Now.

- Georges could be
at Regina Simcoe's.

- Why her?

- Your guess is as good as mine.

He's obsessed with the woman.

[sighs]

[uneasy music]

[deep breathing]

- Don't stop.

[sighs]

- Mm.

- Oh...

Ah...

Don't stop...

- I'm waiting for you.

- Don't go!

[gasping]

Don't leave me!

[knocking]

[door opening]

- Sorry to intrude, ma'am.

- It's fine.
It's fine. What is it?

- The Great Georges Rondeau
is waiting for you downstairs.

Should I send him away?

- No, um...

Tell him I'll be down presently.

I must apologize to you,
Mr. Rondeau.

- My goodness, whatever for?

- I was hot-tempered the other
day. You know it's true.

- Oh! You have been
through so much.

- Yes, I am
still deeply mourning.

- That, my dear,
is why I'm here.

I come bearing
salves.

Made from the herbs and essences
of the Peruvian witch doctors.

Only I carry on
their great teachings.

- What exactly is it?

- A tonic
for what truly ails you.

It will soothe your gentle soul
and cleanse you of your grief.

It is the only thing that saved
me when I lost my dear love,

Budiwati,
to the flu of '86.

- I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.

You know of grief?

- I do.

It is one more
thing we have in common.

My soul was shredded
at her loss.

- I, too, feel torn to pieces.

I do not know how I will ever
escape this dark tunnel.

Life feels over.

Or I want it to be.

How am I to go on when...

When my everything is gone?

[whimpering]

- Drink and you will find your
way through, my dear.

[door opening]
- Stop!

- What on earth are you doing?!

- I should ask
the same thing, sir!

You're under arrest
for multiple charges of murder!

- What? What?
No! No, no, no.

- Let's go.
- This is outrageous! Let me go!

- There she is!

You slept away
the entire morning.

- My apologies.

- Oh, pish-posh my dear,
pish-posh, and all that.

To sleep,
perchance to dream.

- We've got
your breakfast ready.

- Everything you require.

- This is... This is lovely.

- You need to make sure
you eat right.

Have an extra egg for you.

- Oh, thank you.

- It will bring some of

the colour back to your cheeks.

- We need that.

- Oh! No, no. It's just, well,

this was supposed to be a
surprise for all three of us.

- We're getting
our portraits done!

- Our portraits?

- Three sisters.
This very afternoon.

- Won't that be so much fun?

- We must all
look our very best.

- I... I see. Of course.

- Uh, my word.
Wait 'til the photographer

gets a look at you.

"Incandescent," he will say.

Positively incandescent!

[grunting]

- God damn it!
Now fuck my mother

and the demon cock
she rode in on!

[mysterious music]

- You have made a grave error,
my friend.

- No!

No!

Sir! You made the error.

An error that will
lead to your grave!

A grave that this entire city
will dance on when the true

depths of your depravity
are revealed!

- I caught him trying
to poison Regina Simcoe.

- Check the concoction yourself.

- I think not. Your guilt is--
- My guilt? Based on what?

What actual evidence
do you possess?

- My detective found
this in your wagon.

The same empty wagon
where your undisturbed bed spoke

volumes about your
whereabouts last night.

- While I'm flattered that you
think I could fit into that,

I was sewing it
for my assistant,

the lovely, lithe Shanika.

We're working The Widow
into our act.

- Very convenient excuse.

- Then where were you last night

when Eddie Jacobs
was being murdered?

- Eddie?

- Ah! Always the performer.

Look at him.
You'd think he didn't know.

- I didn't.

- Where were you?

- I was out impaling someone,
not Eddie, with my own sword.

- Your sword? The Widow
used a sword. When?

- Sir, I believe he's speaking
metaphorically.

- Oh.

You foul-mouthed cocksucker!

Jesus! Sir!
That is uncalled for!

- What is uncalled for
is this fucker not answering

our questions!

Where were
you last night?

Do you even have an alibi?!

- I do. But out
of respect for my...

companion,

I refuse to name names.

You'll just have to take
the word of a gentleman.

- Your word will get you hanged.

- Fuck that impresario.

We've got him right
where we want him,

caught up in his
own web of lies.

- Sir, we should at least
try to find this alibi.

- No!

It's time to tell the whole city

we have got our man.

We've got our man.

[bell ringing]

- Have we perhaps
taken a wrong turn?

This does not look
like a part of town where anyone

respectable would wander.

- Oh, sister, dear,

stop being such a fusspot.

- I'm not. I'm only thinking

about dear, innocent Verdi.

- These streets,
though mean,

are nothing compared

to the tenements
of South Boston where

I would volunteer with the poor.

- Mm. I, for one,
love these little dark corners.

The haunts of artists
and labourers.

You could positively breathe
in the creation unfolding.

- And this artist
we're meeting is?

- Oh, you mustn't be taken
aback by his appearance.

He's a master at his craft.

- A veritable DaVinci,
capable of moulding

the plainest of clay
into a Mona Lisa,

all with the magic
of a camera lens.

[mysterious music]

- Here we are.
Knock, knock, knock!

- We're slightly early.

- Pas de problème.

A Botticelli brought to life.

Enchanté.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Pleasure is all mine. Come.

[door closing]

- And my day only gets better.

Merlin, shouldn't you be able

to wiggle out of those ropes,

all while pulling a rabbit
out of your murderous ass?

- As I told the good
superintendent,

I am not The Widow.

- Really?

So, explain to me, then,

why these killings only started

after you got back to town?

- Perhaps because the killer
was waiting for us all to gather

in the same city?

- Mm. What is it,

delayed guilt?

You conjured up a conscience?

- I did not kill our friends.
- Enough.

I arrested you. You're guilty.

- The same way Andrew
May Sr. was guilty?

- You confess, and I will see
to it that when you're hanged,

it's quick and painless.

You don't and you will feel

every last tendon
in your neck snap,

every last drop of piss roll
down your leg as you jerk

and fight trying
to snatch your last breath.

- You won't be alive to.

- Are you threatening me?

- Ugh, I'm stating
a fact. I'm safe in here.

Out there you
and you?

Sitting ducks.

And I can tell you one thing,
Basil,

our cunning friend
The Widow has something

far worse than a little neck

stretching in store
for the two of you.

Kashtinsky arrested
the wrong guy.

He has no actual evidence.

The longer you waste with me,

the more of a chance you give

The Widow to hunt you down.

[uneasy music]

- So you're building
this case on a hunch?

- It's more than a hunch!
He's our man.

- I don't disagree,

but if you're planning on
holding a public trial,

then we need actual evidence
which you don't have.

- Here's evidence.

This was found
in his possession.

- This?

Georges fits into this?

- Not him.

His assistant, Shanika, could.

Perhaps he gives the orders,
she carries them out?

- There's no way some itsy-bitsy
woman could pull off violent

crimes like these.

- I think you need

to give women more credit.

Sir, at least let me
follow this new lead.

- Find her. Arrest her. Bring
her back in for questioning.

- Thank you.

- Get some proof,

real fucking proof,
otherwise Georges is right

and The Widow is planning
her next move as we speak!

[suspenseful music]

[imitating chicken]

[laughing]

- Shh!

Sweet, happy chuck.

Look at all the gleaming
kernels of corn on the ground

in front of you.

Eat them up before
someone else does.

Oh, wait, what's that?

Is that a fox in
the henhouse?

Quick, little chuck,

run to your nest
to protect your baby!

[imitating chicken]

[laughing]

Oh, you weren't fast enough.

That dastardly fox has her
and he's tearing her head off

her fluffy little body.

- Enough!

Enough!

Enough of this cruelty,
I say!

- And if I refuse?

- You'll spend the night
in one of my cells

on a bed made of steel.

- Okay.

My little chuck,
everything is all right.

That wasn't your chick.

That wasn't a chick at all.

And the fox has gone away.

And now, as I count backwards
from three,

you'll wake up.

Three, two, one and...

[laughing]

- Why am I on the floor?

- Come, Miss,
let us find you some air.

You should all be
ashamed of yourselves.

[uneasy music]

[grunting]

- Come on!

[panting]

You stupid, talentless hack.

Here to let me go?

- On the contrary, my friend.

I'm here to get your confession.

[footsteps approaching]

- I don't think there'll
be a show tonight.

- Is Georges okay?
- He's sitting in a cell

for the murder of Eddie Jacobs.

I'm also here to arrest you.

- For what?!

- For helping him.

We found The Widow costume.

It's clearly made for you.

- No. We were adding that
as a new part of our act.

You think I could do something
that horrible?

- Where were you last night?
- Here, setting up.

I ran an errand
for Georges and then asleep

in the wagons out back.

- Georges has an alibi.

Problem is he
won't say who that is,

but if you can identify this
alibi and the alibi holds,

you'll both go free. Otherwise,

you're coming down
to the station.

- Georges is going to kill me.

But I bet I know
who he was with.

- Look at you beautiful ladies!

[shutter clicks]

Superb!

Ah!

Now, let's start
with the individual portraits

starting with... Verdi.

- This is so exciting!

- I've put some fetching outfits
behind the screen for you,

my little rose.

- Wonderful. Thank you.

- Why don't you go back there
and find something you like?

[uneasy music]

[grunting]

- What the fuck are you doing?

- If you don't confess
to The Widow killings

with Shanika as your accomplice,

then you'll spend
the night screaming.

- I didn't kill anybody!

- That's all you have to say?

- No, no, no, no! You know me!

And Shanika wouldn't hurt a fly.

You've got this all wrong.

No, no, no, please! Kashtinsky!
No, no, no. I swear to you.

I don't know anything
and if I did,

I'd go straight to you.

- And now here you are.

[screaming]

- Sir Andrew May for you,
ma'am.

- Pastor.

I can't tell you the relief
I feel by your visit.

- I just heard they've arrested
someone for Alistair's murder.

I hesitate to say this
wonderful news, but--

- No, no. It is.
It is a glorious day.

But Pastor,
the vengeance I feel?

May the Lord save me.
I... I do... I don't know
what to feel.

My emotions...
- Of course.

- I wish no one any harm,
Pastor,

but the man who did
this to Alistair,

I fear I will celebrate
the day of his hanging.

- Should we sit?

[soft music]

Mrs. Simcoe,
you are a righteous woman.

And the Lord knows this.

And your dark thoughts?
Who amongst us has not had them?

This is what makes us human.
How good is chosen.

- I haven't always chosen
an honourable path.

Pastor...

I've sinned.

- As have we all.

- But I dallied with the Devil
to find out what befell Alistair

that horrible night.

A seance, Pastor.

I participated in the dark arts
and Satan himself used me.

- Well...

who would not want to speak to a
departed love...

Were it possible.

- I don't know how I didn't see
the truth about Alistair.

- Alistair must have known
how wrong some of this was

and he sought to protect you.

All sinners are in torment.

The way through
is faith and prayer.

- Please. Can we pray?

I need to feel
that so desperately.

- Our father in Heaven...

[both]: May his name
be kept holy.

[panting]

- We were friends.

- We weren't. You always looked
down on me with your fancy ways.

- That is entirely
your imagination.

Please, know that when I say
that I don't know anything,

I mean it.

You're making a huge mistake.

- Because we were acquaintances,

I kept everything
below the knee.

And now I'm gonna
start going up your body.

Until you confess.
And you will.

- You're intoxicated
and insane and far more guilty

than I ever was.

- Not from what I remember

of you that night.

- No! No! No! No!
Please!

[screaming]

Help me! Help me! Help me!

- Detective, get off!
That's enough!

- You don't know what you're
doing!

Georges?! He's this close
to cracking.

- Mr. Crenshaw is his alibi.

- A pimp?!
You're going to believe

the lying bullshit of a pimp?!

- Sir, I am.

It was corroborated
by two other witnesses.

- Him and a couple
of his whores, I suppose.

They can all be bought!

- He wasn't with
any of my girls, sir.

He spent the night with me, as
my guest, from dusk till dawn.

- I sleep with men.

- But you've slept with all--
- Men and women.

I'm just not as public
with my assignations with the...

rougher sex.

- Then I'm gonna arrest you
for crimes against nature!

- That's enough!
- Get the fuck off of me!

- Get... get off him!
- Fuck!

- Go! Leave!

- Thank you, my friend.

Thank you.

- Sir, sir.

- What are you doing?!
- Sir, you're clearly

cracking up!

You just broke the law.

- It's within the law.

I've been enforcing
it for decades!

- Sir, you just tortured
an innocent man!

- He's not innocent!

- And you're clearly
high as a kite.

- I assure you,
I've only had a few.

- No, it's scrambling
your brain. You need to go home

and straighten out. Now.

I'll take charge
while you're recovering.

- You'll what?!
- Let's go!

Fine!

[uneasy music]

- Where are my sisters?

- They've given
you some privacy.

You, my dear, are a revelation.

Such a beautiful face
and such sensual curves.

And that décolletage?

What wonders does it lead to?

[gasping]

Oh. Honey,

I'm not into you that way.

But many men will be.

And that's why
we want to capture you
in full bloom, for posterity.

To remind your future husband

of the beautiful rose
he fell in love with.

- I'm sure this is enough.

- Oh.

That's your
inexperience talking.

Men are insatiable.

There's no such
thing as enough.

Every woman coming
in here is doing the same thing.

Or we can put you
back in that other dress

and your sisters can try
to marry you off to a farmer,

or an elderly widower with

eight children and wooden teeth.

- You're certain these will only
be seen by my future husband?

- A special, secret gift for
the luckiest man in the world.

[chuckling]

- I will support you in any
official complaints or charges

that you'd like to take
up against the constabulary.

- That won't be necessary.

- Sir, you were violated
at the hands of our...

our superintendent.

- Thank you, my dear.

Oh, if I ever have the need
of a mummy for one of my acts,

I'll be sure to call on you.

[door opening]

- Thank you.

- I was violated,
my good detective.

But if word were to get out
about my proclivities,

well, then, I'd be violated
in the public sphere as well,

wouldn't I?

- Fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em all.

Ain't nothing wrong
with who we are.

- So I will accept
this as punishment enough.

And I'm trusting you to keep
my alibi to yourself.

- Of... of course.

- You can rely on him, Georges.
One of the last few good cops

in this town.

- One final thing:

The knots that you used
to tie up Eddie,

they were rather unique.

- Tricks of the trade.

Easily untied if you
know the puzzle.

Nearly impossible if you don't.

- Hm.

- If unique knots are where
you're sniffing, Detective,

half the trades and countries
of the world have their own.

You'll need
to cast a wide net.

Now, if I'm free to go...

My chariot, please?

[groaning]

I'll have to come up
with a magnificent tale

of what's befallen
me before my next show.

Perhaps a roving band
of Crimean cannibals

tried to eat my foot
in retribution for the golden
q

Yak idol I stole from their
holiest of caves?

[chuckling]

[groaning]

- Thank you.
- Okay. All right. Ooh!

That is not good. Oh.

- They're going to
turn out perfectly, trust me.

I mean how could you shoot her?

She's beautiful.

- She looked
a proper little trollop.

- Shh. She looked so good!

- They're going to fetch
us plenty of buyers. A plethora.

I promise you.

- Verdi, be a dear and hurry up
now, will you?

[uneasy music]

- Aren't you going
to take your portraits now?

- No. I'm afraid
that Salomé has more customers.

We'll have
to come back another time.

- I was so taken with how
photogenic you are.

- Salomé says he's never
photographed anyone

quite so beautiful before.

- Never ever.

[chuckling]

- What's all this, then?

- Just a little portraiture
session with the ladies.

- Since when do upper-class
women like the Botticellis

come by here?

- Word of my artistry
has spread.

- Bullshit.

Nothing fucking happens

in my place without my knowing.

You know the rules.

Don't think our friendship

lets you break 'em.

- I promise you I'm never--

- Hold your slippery tongue.

I'll kick you back out
on the streets just as fast

as I saved you from them.

[groaning]

- Fucking bastard!

The young whippersnapper
wants my job!

Fuck him!

[coughing]

[wheezing]

Is it you?

It is...

My love.

Just forget about
those awful people.

I've had to deal
with their kind all my life.

Friendly to my face, but they've
never truly accepted me...

being Jewish,
as I am.

[sighs]

So, I say fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em all.

I can take you away from this.

- You can?

You know of another house
in need of a woman like myself?

- I do.

Mine.

- Sir, I... I mean no disrespect
and I am most appreciative,

but can a chief of police--

- Superintendent.

- A... afford to keep
a maid under his employ?

- No, my lovely Margaret.

What I mean to say is

I can take you
away from this

by making you my wife.

[uneasy music]

- So you save me and in
exchange I get to...

What? Have sex
with you whenever you want?

I get to live out
the rest of my days

in your one-bedroom tenement,
having your babies,

completely at your mercy?

If I'm gonna sell my body,
and I have before,

I'd like to at least make some
money out of the arrangement.

[sighs]

I'd best get back to work.

[suspenseful music]

- Margaret...

I forgive you.

And I know you can forgive me.

[suspenseful music]

No! Please!

Ah! Somebody help!
Somebody help me!

Ah...

Please, let me go.
It was such a long time ago.

I've been a good, upstanding
man since that one little slip.

I shouldn't have
to die for one mistake!

[neighing]

[soft music]

- Are you here to save me?

- I tried to save you.

But you rejected me.

- No... Save me now!

I'll go with you now!

- I'm just here to watch.

[screaming]

[neighing]

Somebody help me!

[neighing]

[screaming]

[neighing]

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