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(theme music)

(lively jazz music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Well, if you need anything,
please let me know.

Mrs. Hart.
(violet sighs)

- I must say it is strange
being back in this place.

- I can imagine.

Are you all right?
- Still rather sore.

Just lucky the bullet didn't do
any more damage.

- How's your state of mind?

- I've been through worse.

- You're a strong woman,
violet hart.

But if you should ever need
a shoulder,

You know you can call on me.

I almost forgot.

There's someone here
who wants to see you.

- Sounds like trouble.

- It's not trouble.

An old friend.

He says he's moving to the city.

- Violet hart.

- Mr. Buchanan.

I haven't seen you
since niagara.

- I should get back to the bar.

Um, lovely to see you again,
isaiah.

- Miss bright.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm moving to toronto
to better myself.

I'm going to take some courses
at the university.

- Hm. Is that so?

Didn't think it easy
for a coloured man to enroll.

- Ever hear of
a mr. Delos davis?

- Of course.

It's not every day a black man
is named king's counsel.

- Family friend.

He's going to pull
some strings for me.

- You're going to be a lawyer.

- I've a mind to.

- I'm impressed.

- Then I'm doing something right
already.

(chuckles)

Shall we sit?

- I wasn't planning on staying.

I'd best get going.

- Oh, then allow me
to escort you.

- Where?

- Wherever you want.

- Hm.

Say, I hope I'm not too,
uh, forward...

Walking you home.
Your-your husband won't mind?

- My husband is dead.

(woman): Help!
Somebody. Please!

- Come on!
- Help!

(indistinct chatter)

- He's dead.

- Lord have mercy.

If we'd only been by earlier.

- He's been dead for a while.

Hard to say exactly how long.

- Until we meet again,
may god hold you
in the palm of his hand.

- Stand back.

- Sir, I'm a coroner.
City of toronto.

That may be,
but I'm colonel michaels

And john is one of my men.

- I have some
preliminary findings--

- We take care of our own.

I suggest you do the same.

T's go find out.

- Excuse me.

Did you know him?

- Yes.

His name is john walsh.

He used to drink in the pub
where I clear tables.

All the military lads do.

- You only knew him in passing?

- Suppose so.

- You fancied him, didn't you?

- I know it sounds mad.

He was to be an officer and
I'm nothing but a barmaid.

- How did you happen across
his body?

I was on my way home
after work

And I saw something
floating in the harbour.

I don't know what possessed me
to go and see what it was.

- I'm very sorry, miss...?

- Drew. Maggie drew.

- Did mr. Walsh ever get into
any fights at the pub?

- No. Why?

- I noticed some injuries
on the body.

They aren't consistent
with drowning.

- I only saw him last night.
He was fine.

- Did you see him leave?

- Yes, around midnight.

- Where to?

- I don't know.

I-I'm sorry, I have to go.

- What happened?

- A young soldier was found dead
in the harbour last night.

We were first on the scene.

His body was in the water
for a while.

- So it's a military case.

- Does it matter?

The boy had injuries at
the back of his head

And defensive wounds
on his hands.

- They have their own
investigators.

This case is not
within our jurisdiction.

As a military man myself,
I know how things work.

I can guarantee they will
conduct a full investigation.

(baby babbling)

- Doctor!

- Oh!

George, I'm sorry.
Am I in your way?

- Not at all.

Ah, well, yes, but I assume
with good reason.

- I'm assisting a former
colleague with a research study.

- What kind of study?

- Actually, it's one
that you could partake in.

We need participants.

Dr. Binet and his student,
theodore simon,

Designed this challenge

As a part of their study into
the capacity of the human mind.

- Capacity for what?

- Intelligence.
- Oh.

Sir?
Are you taking the test?

- I don't believe the true scope
of one's intelligence

Can be measured with a written
test; not with these questions.

- William is a skeptic.

It's just a series of simple
empirical questions

Resulting in a score.

An intelligence quotient.

- Quotient?
I like that.

I should like to know
my quotient

And I would like to compare it
to the quotient of others.

- William scored very poorly.

- I have not taken the test!
(laughing)

- Sir, doctor, george.
- Oh, henry!

Would you like to have
your intelligence measured?

- What for?

- So that you know
how smart you are.

- What for?

- It's part of a study.

You fill this out
and you get a score.

- I wouldn't put
much stock in it, henry.

I suspect those who do
are already

Somewhat
intellectually challenged.

- Uh, can I do it
while I'm at work?

- Don't see why not.

- Then sure.

"you need three pints of water.

How do you measure three pints

Using only a five pint can
and a two pint can?"

What do I want three pints
of water for?

- Uh, so, why did we stop here?

I want to take you for lunch.

- Hardly in the mood.
- Why's that?

- I don't take kindly to
people telling me what to do,

To say nothing, of ignoring
my professional assessment
of a case.

- Shame about that.

Um, but, you know,
you have to let it go;

Some good food isn't a bad way
to take your mind off it.

- I'm not letting it go.

- Do you have a choice?
- No.

We have to get to the bottom
of this like we did in niagara.

- Well, this isn't what
I had in mind for our first
rendezvous after all this time,

But, uh, I suppose it'll do.

- Good.

Now let's find out
what happened to john walsh.

(light piano tune)

- Miss drew.

How are you feeling?

- This morning I put my shoes
on the wrong feet

And for a long time
I couldn't figure out
what the matter was.

- Shock can last for days,
longer sometimes.

- John left the pub
around midnight
the night before last.

Do you have any idea
where he went?

He told me he was going
to meet his friend, david.

David symington.

- Do you know
where we could find him?

He's a recruit at fort york,

Though I doubt
you'd find admittance there.

- Thank you for your time.

- There's something else.

Last night, after...

Well, after we found john,

I stopped in here
to get my things

And david was in here
with his fiancée.

He was shattered.

Crying into his pint.

- Must have heard what happened.

- I suppose so.

But then I heard him say,
"what have I done?"

- "what have I done?"

Are you certain?

- Yes.

- Did he say anything else?

- Nothing.
He was overcome.

He didn't mention
another word about it.

- What is his fiancée's name?

- Ellen kirby.

- Do you know
where we might find her?

- She lives over
on parliament street.

- Thank you, miss drew.

- Who exactly are you people?

- Oh! Hello.

- I am the coroner
for the city of toronto.

Mr. Buchanan and I were
at fort york

When john walsh's body
was pulled from the water.

- Oh, dear.
I barely knew john.

- We were told you were
a friend of the deceased.

- He was david's friend,
my fiancé.

- We heard david was upset
in the pub last night.

- 'course he was.

He'd just found out
john had died.

- He was also overheard saying,
"what have I done?"

What had he done?

- It was personal.

Their friendship
was complicated.

- Is it true that david had met
john the night before last?

- David had nothing to do
with john walsh's death.

- I didn't mean to offend you.

- I think it's best
you both leave.

Good luck to you.

- She sure changed her tune
quite fast.

You'd think she'd want to help.

- She may not even know
the truth.

Just wish I had some more time
with the body.

- Maybe we can find a way
for you to take a look.

- What did you have in mind?

- We walk onto that military
base and try to find the doctor
who did the post-mortem.

- Right.

You think they'll just
let us waltz right up to him?

- Oh, who's gonna stop us?
The army?

(chuckling)

Fortune favours the bold,
miss hart.

- Huh.

- And bold you are.

What exactly do you
intend to do?

- Follow my lead.

Special operative buchanan,
at the request
of colonel michaels.

- I'll need to see
some identification.

- We know the way, recruit.
Stand down.

- I can't let you--
- the colonel's waiting for us.

(man, from afar): Yes, captain!

- And what happens
if he calls the colonel?

- I sure hope we'll be
long gone by then.

Come on.

(indistinct orders
being shouted)

(knocking)

- I'm sorry.
How did you get in here?

Please, just a moment
of your time.

I'm violet hart, the coroner
for the toronto morgue.

We were first on the scene when
john walsh's body was found.

We believe we have
some information
that you might find useful.

- Huh!
And what may that be?

- Have you determined
a cause of death?

- I thought you were here
to give me information,
not seek it.

Boy obviously drowned.

I disagree, sir.--

- You are a mere city coroner.

You don't have half
the experience that I do.

My post-mortem is conclusive.

Hey!

Don't touch that!

His belongings are being held
for his brother.

Leave them be.
- I apologize.

- Did you consider the injuries
on his head and his hands?

- The body was found
near a marina

And it had been in the water
for some time.

Did you consider
that it may have knocked

Against rocks, boats
and all manner of things
leading to post-mortem injuries?

- May I see the body?
- Certainly not.

(buchanan clears throat)

- If as you suggest
that the injuries
were made post-mortem,

The bruises and the nature
of the wounds could help us
come to a conclusion.

- My post-mortem was conclusive.

Accidental drowning.

Now I suggest the two of you
show yourselves out

Before I call the guards.

(dramatic music)

- I got a call
from colonel michaels.

What were you doing
at the military base
tossing his name around?

- Speaking with the doctor
who performed the post-mortem.

- Was I talking to myself
when I told you
to stay away from this?

- I don't believe
the doctor's conclusions.

There were unique injuries
on the head and hands.

Those would hardly be caused
by floating in the water.

- How do you know these injuries
contributed to the death?

- We had a witness
that said he was uninjured
shortly before he died.

- Never mind that.
It's done.

Let the military do their job.

Consider that an order.

- I suppose that's
the end of the road?

- We'll see about that.

- I don't believe
I've had the pleasure.

- Isaiah buchanan.
- Detective murdoch.

Why don't we speak in private?

I'd like to hear more
about this case.

That this is
an unfortunate accident.

- And you don't trust
the military to conduct
their own proper investigation?

- I felt wounds on the back
of his head

And saw defense wounds
on his hands.

They were anything
but accidental.

- Oh.

Any other leads?

- His friend, david symington.
- Yes.

The night after john's death
he was overheard saying,
"what have I done?"

- We also found john's
belongings at the army morgue.

He had a curious notebook,
uh...

Like a journal full of codes
and strange markings.

- You saw this yourself?

- Briefly.

- Where is that now?

- The doctor said his brother's
picking up his belongings.

- That's where we're off to now.

He works at the hardware store
on duke street.

- Duke street.

I could go.

You've already met
the inspector's ire once.

- Twice, actually.

- All the more reason.

- I was hoping he'd work
in the store with me,

But he insisted on the military
instead.

- Had you spoken with your
brother recently?

- Uh...

I mean, a few days ago.

He was upset
that he'd been reprimanded.

- Reprimanded for what?

- For an altercation
with another soldier.

- Do you know who?
- Didn't say.

Just that it wasn't his fault
and his commanding officer
had it out for him.

No, my brother wasn't
exactly a model soldier,

But, I mean, he didn't really
respect their rules

Or their chain of command.

- So why stay?

- Well, he was studying
engineering.

I mean, that's the reason
he enlisted;

To make his mark
as a military engineer.

- Do you know what your brother
was doing

On the night that he died?

- No.

Do-do you think that someone
did something to him?

- The military has stated that
it was an accidental drowning.

(scoffs)
- that's nonsense.

He could swim
from rochester and back.

- Hm.

Perhaps his journal
could shed some light
on his final days and hours.

- How did you know
about his journal?

- Oh, it was listed amongst
his personal effects.

- Oh.
I hoped the same,

But good luck
making any sense of it.

- What do you mean?
- Well, take a look.

See, john liked
to make lists of...

Well, everything.

Things that he saw,

Things that he liked,
things he didn't like.

He was always that way,
just particular and obsessive.

- "11:53.
He returned h.D. Locked.

11:56 shaved lint from u..."

- Everything's either
abbreviated, or in code.

I couldn't make any sense of it.

- May I borrow this?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

- Yes, I was john walsh's
commanding officer.

What about it?

- I understand he was recently
reprimanded

For an altercation
with a fellow recruit.

- The last in a long line
of such incidents.

The other recruits
took issue with john.

- Why was that?

- The young man
had eccentricities.

- Such as?

- Well, in this last case,

He was smacked
by a fellow recruit

For repeatedly locking a door.

- Someone was unlocking it?

- No.

It was a compulsion,
I guess you'd say.

It was not logical,
but such was john's nature.

- I see.

And this behaviour caused
more than one such incident?

- Oh, yes.

He was not well regarded
by his fellow recruits.

But if you're here because you
think one of them killed him,

I can disabuse you
of that notion.

His eccentricities
were disliked, but minor,

Not a motive for murder.

- Nevertheless, I don't believe
his death to have been
an accident.

- Detective--
- the coroner
for the city of toronto

Observed injuries
to his body.

His brother stated that he was
a very strong swimmer.

Something
just doesn't add up here.

Wouldn't you like
to learn the truth, colonel?

Or are you protecting someone?
- Yes.

His family.

The young man committed suicide.

- Suicide?

You told his brother that
his death was an accident.

- A harsh truth like that's
best kept from the family.

It will not be
on his military record.

I trust this concludes
your interest in the matter.
Good day.

- Constables.
How do you feel you did?

- I have to say, doctor, I tend
to agree with the detective.

I'm not entirely convinced
of the test's merits.

- Well, I suppose that's
why my colleague is looking
for participants.

Your answers could help
to improve the questions.

- Well, it seems
some of the questions
have little to do

With intelligence at all.

For example, this one says,

"which of these faces
is prettier?"

What kind of a question
is that?

- That one was easy.
You just pick the prettier one.

- Well, it's most certainly not
a test of knowledge or trivia,

But there must be some method
to mr. Binet's madness.

Are you ready to hand them in?

- What's all this then?

- A test to measure
one's intelligence, sir.

- Care to try your hand,
inspector?

We're looking for volunteers.

- Why would you want to measure
your intelligence, higgins?

Won't exactly be
a boost of confidence.

- Well, I think I did
quite well actually, sir.

- Better than he would.
- What was that?

- Hm?
- What?
- Eh?

- Ah, higgins thinks
he's done quite well, sir.

You two think
you're clever, don't you?

I tell you what:

If you score higher than me,
you can have the weekend off.

- And if you beat us?
- You mean "when."

When I beat ya,
you go back to work

And you stop
all this fannying around.

I'll have this back to you
in the morning, doctor.

- Good luck, inspector.
- Good evening.

- The entire weekend off, hm?

Doctor, maybe I'll actually
go over my answers
one more time.

- Actually, I might make
a couple of adjustments myself.

- Suicide?

- According to the colonel.

- But the injuries?

- Perhaps the military doctor's
assessment

That they were inflicted
post-mortem was correct.

- Well, what about
the blows to his head?

- He could have jumped off
a bridge. We don't know.

We have found nothing
that explicitly discounts
the possibility of suicide.

In fact, it would answer
some of our questions.

- I don't believe it.
No one we talked to
said anything

About him
wanting to kill himself.

- Apparently, he'd been
struggling in the military.

Perhaps the pressure
was too much.

- What about david symington?

What did he mean when he said,
"what have I done?"

How does that fit
with their suicide theory?

- Perhaps mr. Symington
also suspected suicide

And felt that he,
in some way, contributed
to john walsh's melancholy.

- Or he's a killer
and the military's
covering it up.

The pub is just up here.

(struggling sounds)
(violet): What was that?

- It came from over here.

Stop!
Toronto constabulary!

- He's been beaten badly,
but he's still alive.

- Someone call for an ambulance!

- Sir? Sir?
Are you all right?

- Who did this to you?

- We need to get him
to a hospital.

- Telephone for an ambulance.

- Miss drew,
do you know this man?

- I do.
That's david symington.

(panting)
- I lost the attacker.

- Did you get a look at him?

- No, he was too far
ahead of me.

He was holding something.
Could have been a weapon.

- We were just on our way
to speak with him.

This must have something to do
with the murder.

- If that was the case,
it's very unlikely mr. Symington
here is the killer.

Much more likely
that he knows something.

- Ah, dr. Ogden,
the very person.

My intelligence test.

- How did you fare?
- Piece of cake.

The one with the circles...
It was b, right?

- I wasn't sure about
that one myself, actually.
- Hm.

But we mustn't take it
too seriously.

It's just a bit of fun.
- A bit of fun.

How did tweedledee
and tweedledum do?

- I'm afraid I haven't had time
to review their tests yet.

- Sure you had a glance.

(chuckles)
- inspector,

I'll have all of your scores
back to you this afternoon.

Good day.
- Good day.
(chuckles)

(murdoch): Last night,
a young recruit

Was attacked and brutally beaten
in the alley outside the pub.

He was a friend of john walsh,

The other recruit whose body
was pulled from the water.

Now, I suspect
these two events are related.

- You've decided to stick
your nose in this, too?

- Sir, the military's account
of the events doesn't add up.

- So who's the lad
that was beaten up?

- David symington.

He was witnessed saying,

"what have I done?" after
john walsh's body was found.

- A suspect then?
- Possibly.

Or he knows something.

- Someone tried to kill him
to keep him quiet.

- That would be my guess.

- Nevertheless, murdoch,
leave the case alone.

It's a military matter.

- Begging your pardon, sir,

But the military is
not exempt from justice.

One young man is already dead,
another one may soon be.

I'm not going to wait
to find out who's next.

(sighs)

Hello?

Detective murdoch of the toronto
constabulary.

- I'm david's fiancée,
ellen kirby.

- How is he?

- They say he'll likely live.

- Has he said anything yet?

- No.

He hasn't woken up.

- Do you have any idea
who could have done this?

Maybe it's because he went
to meet with john that night.

- John...
John walsh?

He met with john walsh
the night that he died?

- No. They were meant to, but...
John never showed up.

- Oh.

I'm very sorry, miss kirby.

(knocking)

- This is a private room.

I don't want you bothering
me and my fiancé
while he's in this state.

- Miss kirby,

Miss hart is likely the reason
that mr. Symington is
still alive.

It was at her insistence
that we continued
to pursue this case

And very likely the reason

We came across mr. Symington
before he was beaten to death.

- Oh.

I'm sorry.

(soft music)

- The military can't possibly
call this an accident.

- I should think not.

- What now?

- Mr. Symington was to meet
with john walsh

The night that he died.

What were those two
meeting about?

- Repetitive rituals
performed compulsively.

I've read about this disorder.

Apparently these rituals
made him unpopular

With the fellow recruits,
but I don't understand it.

We all have habits and routines.

- Yes, william,
but this is different.

Esquirol studied individuals
who used rituals
to control their anxiety.

If they don't follow
these rituals,

They feel they can't
function in the world.
- Hm.

He mentions "d" a number of
times on the day that he died.

Who is "d"?
David?

- David symington.
It's simple enough.

- He was to meet with him
that night.

But ellen kirby says
that they never met.

What does the rest
of the entry about "d" mean?

- "r-u-n-c-o-r".

- "runcor."

- Hm.

It's not a cypher.
At least, not one I can crack.

- Run "c-o-r"?

- Perhaps.

Then who is cor?

- "cor."

Could be a person,
someone he was running from?

- Hm.
(phone ringing)

Detective murdoch.

Yes, sir.

I see.

All right.
I'll be right there.

Apparently the military
has made an arrest

In the assault
on david symington.

- Oh.

Good luck.

(knocking)
- ah, murdoch!

I asked colonel michaels
to come in.

Have a seat.

- I'm relieved
this nasty business is over.

- Oh.
Have you made an arrest?

- Robert walsh,
john walsh's brother.

- Uh... And his motive?

- He blamed symington
for his brother's death.

Witnesses said
he threatened him last night.

- Tragedy upon tragedy.

It's unfortunate, but...

We cannot allow an undisciplined
thug to debase the uniform

And destroy a promising
military career.

- David symington was assaulted
with a weapon.

Have you recovered that?

- Found the wrench used in the
assault in robert walsh's store.

- I'd like to speak with him.

(clears throat)

- I understand
that you were there

In the immediate aftermath
of the altercation.

Inspector brackenreid
tells me you have no clue
what transpired

And you were unable
to apprehend the attacker.

- I didn't quite put it
that way.

- The assailant fled
because we were busy
saving the boy's life.

- I'm glad you did.

I assure you we'll do what's
necessary to find justice.

- No, you won't.

We will.

Detective murdoch
will take over from here.

(chuckling dryly)
- beg your pardon?

- John walsh was found
on your grounds.

David symington may
be a military recruit,

But he was assaulted in my ward.

That means this is our case.
- Tom.

- You'll transfer
robert walsh to my cells

And provide me with any evidence
that you have against him.

We followed your rules,
colonel.

Now you follow ours.

Robert walsh is now
in our cells.

- This is the evidence
in the case?
- Correct.

But it looks to me like
the colonel might be right
on this one.

Numerous witnesses in the pub
saw walsh threaten symington
just before the attack.

- I take it this is the weapon?

- Found at walsh's hardware
store. Traces of blood.

- That's what the attacker
was using last night?
- That's what they say.

- I saw that man running off
and I could have sworn

Whatever he had in his hand
was longer than that.

- They're lying.

- How do you mean?

- I saw symington right after
the attack happened.

He had at least three distinct
wounds to his skull.

It's possible
there was a fracture.

The injuries weren't caused
by something with a sharp edge
like that;

Would have been
a blunt implement.

- So they are lying.

They're using robert walsh's
threat as a scapegoat.

Someone is trying to cover up
what happened to john walsh.

- The colonel.

- Seems likely.

If he's behind this, he won't be
a colonel for much longer.

With statements

That place you at the pub
the night that mr. Symington
was assaulted.

You were thrown out.

- He killed my brother.

- Are you certain of that?

- If he didn't, then he knows
something about it.

- A spanner with blood on it
was found in your store.

- I'm being set up.

The blood was probably
already there,

Or they put it on
when they found it.

All I know is I never hit
anyone with anything.

- All right.

Where did you go
after the altercation?

- I, uh, I went down
to the spot where john was found

Just to... Say goodbye.

I'd had more than a few.

- Did anyone see you?
- No, it was late.

- I wish I could help you,
mr. Walsh.

But without an alibi,
you could be facing charges.

- Diabhal!

- I beg your pardon?
- Oh!

I-I was only cursing.
I apologize.

- But what did you say?

It-it's nothing.
It's irish.

- R-u-n-c-o-r...

There-there's nothing.

- "runcor" certainly doesn't
sound irish.

- Oh, wait.

- There's a possibility
that it is irish,
or at least in part.

"rún" - roon,

Which means, uh, secret.

- Secret.
"rún-cor".

A secret about cor.

Something he was going
to tell david?

Could it be about the fiancée?

- Ellen kirby?
Possibly.

But I believe she's represented
by the letter "e".

"e" for "ellen".

There's a number of references
to "d" and "e".

- Oh, here's cor
a few days earlier.

It says "caid." "c-a-I-d".

That sounds irish.

- Caid...

Caid--caidreamh.

Caidreamh.

It means "affair."

John walsh knew something
that led to this tragedy.

A secret.

- How can you possibly
know that?

That's a wild assumption.

- I don't believe it
to be an assumption.

Mr. Walsh kept detailed notes
in his journal.

- About what?

- The irish word for affair

Is caidreamh.

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

You were having an affair,
weren't you?

Mr. Walsh learned of this affair

And that's why he wanted
to meet with his friend david,

In order to tell him the truth.

- Yes.

It's true.

David went to meet john.

He was hurt, angry.

They fought and...

- Why would they fight?

Why would david be upset

That his friend john
wanted to tell him the truth?

- Because the affair
was with john.

- I don't believe
that to be true, miss kirby.

- What do you mean?

"run cor."

Run, or in this case, rún,
means secret

And cor, I believe, is
the abbreviation of choirnéal.

Colonel.

Colonel michaels killed john

To prevent him
from telling anyone

Of the affair
that he was having with you.

- Yes...

Yes, it's true.
It... It's all true.

- My only question is...

How did the colonel know
where john would be that night?

- It was me.

- David asked me what it could
have been about,

What john wanted to tell him.

- I knew, of course.
I told the colonel.

Colonel michaels demanded
david tell him
where he was meeting john

And ordered him to stay away.

- And when david learned
what had happened,

He blamed himself

For sending john to his death.

- He lamented what he'd done,
but he hadn't done a thing.

- It was all my fault.

- Colonel michaels.

- You again.

Haven't we had
this conversation already?

- You're under arrest for
the murder of john walsh.

- What?
On what grounds?

- Miss kirby has confessed
to your affair

And to the events
leading up to the murder.

- What does she say?

- Your lawyer can request
a copy of her statement.

- I admit to nothing.

- You do have the right
to silence.

But I will be taking this
into evidence.

Thank you.
Constables.

- He's all yours.
- Thank you.

I'll need to take
some photographs.

The handle is a perfect match
for david symington's wounds.

- Has he woken up?
- No.

But they believe he will soon.

Even without his account
we can lay charges
against colonel michaels.

- And what of john walsh?

- I believe he was struck with
the shaft, not the handle.

- Meaning we can't prove it.

- No. In fact, I'm skeptical
this is the weapon
that was used.

Uh...

Take a look at his hands.
- They're a mess, eh?

- Several unique wounds
on the back of his hands

And wooden splinters
in his palms.

- Small and circular.
Strange.

- So he was hit with something,
but not this stick.

- That would seem to be
the case.
- Then with what?

- Might be this.

Found it near the place
we found the body.

- Oh!

Let's have a look!

- So you decided
to just continue investigating?

- I asked him to, inspector.

- Oh, you're doing our job
for us now are you, miss hart?

- Simply assisting, sir.

- Well, good work.

- Thank you, sir.

- What do you think, murdoch?

- Well, sir, judging by this,

I believe mr. Buchanan
may have found
what we've been looking for.

- Anything else?

- There are fingermarks.

But I don't believe them to be
a match for the colonel's.

- Ah, bloody hell.

So he didn't do it?

- There's only one other person
who could have done this.

(dramatic music)

Ellen kirby killed
john walsh herself.

That was quite a performance
you put on, miss kirby.

We almost believed your story.

But your fingermarks were found
on the murder weapon.

John walsh was a decent
young man.

He didn't deserve
what you did to him.

Neither did your fiancé.

How could you let that
happen to him?

- I'm not saying anything
without my lawyer.

- You do realize my father
is jed kirby.

His name means something
in this town.

- Hm.

And now, miss kirby,
so does yours.

- You beat a young recruit
nearly to death.

You're a disgrace
to your uniform.

- I had to protect her.

It was for love.

I know what it looks like,
but it's true.

We loved one another.

- Mr. Symington has just
regained consciousness.

Lucky for you,
assault and battery carries
with it a much lesser sentence.

- Lucky?

I'll be discharged.

And ellen?

- She'll likely be hanged.

- All this for what?

John walsh was a nobody.

He never was gonna make it
in the military.

- Not under your command.

(dramatic music)

Thank you for this,
mr. Walsh.

Without it, your brother's
legacy would have been
very different.

- And without you, detective.

- Oh, you can give
all of your thanks
to miss hart here.

Her determination is
the only reason
any of this was uncovered.

- Well, thank you, miss hart.

- You two have met?

- I'm accompanying him
to his brother's ceremony.

- John's being honoured
with a full military funeral.

- They say that grief divided
is made lighter.

- Well done.

- So, I have everyone's results.

- Right, so, here we all are.
How did we do?

- Quite well.

In fact, inspector, you just
managed to edge out george.

- Oh.
(chuckles)
you all right, me ol' mucker?

Wisdom comes with experience,
as they say.

- No surprise there, sir.
Well done.

- And what about this one?
Did he get any answers right?

- Yes! In fact, henry scored
the best of everyone.

- What?
- Him?
- Really?

- You sure about that?
- Quite.

- Huh.

Don't know what to say.

I guess I'll be taking
the weekend off, sir.

Deal's a deal.
- Fine.

Crabtree, rip up
this week's schedule.

Higgins will be mucking out
the stables for the rest
of the month.

- Sir?
- And next month!

- Oh, I'm so sorry, henry.

I didn't realize this silly test
would cause such consternation.

- Oh, it's all right.

And I still get to make fun
of george for being daft.

- Except I'm not the one
on stable duty.

- You got the answers wrong
on purpose, didn't you?

Higgins, I don't know
how smart I am,

But only a nitwit
would beat his boss
on an intelligence test.

- Oh.

(jazz music)

- Thought you intended
to make yourself scarce.

- This place is hard
to stay away from.

- The music?

The drinks?

No.
My captivating company.

- All of those things,
mrs. Bright.
- Hm...

You're a terrible liar,
miss hart.

At least on this matter.

Do have fun.

- Glad you stuck with it.
- Uh.

Glad you challenged me to do so.

- I must say, it, uh,
made me want to get back
into private investigation.

Nothing quite like the feeling
of cracking a case.

- You have more important things
to tend to.

- That I do.

Was that too forward? Given--
- I'm not sure.

Better try it again.

(clears throat)

- Oh, so you decided
to take the intelligence test
after all.

- Well...

- I thought you declared it
ineffective.

- Uh!

It's just a bit of fun.
Why not?

- You just want to know
that you're smarter
than everyone else, don't you?

(sighs)
- no.

Although that part
should be self-evident.

- William murdoch!

I've never known you
to be so vain.

- I am not!

I just wanted to know how
my results compared to yours.

- Oh, did you now?

Well, let's have a look,
shall we?

Number one, question...
Oh!

That's wrong.
Number two...

Oh!
That's wrong, too.

Look!
- What?
- So many wrong!

Oh, there's another wrong one!
No, oh!

- I... Let me see that--
(giggling)

- No! No! Ah! No! No! Stop!
(laughing)

- You are lying to me!
- They're all right!

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