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(mysterious music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Who's getting married again?

- Patrick branch
and angela hall.

He's high society
and she's an artist's model.

It's quite the scandal.

- How's that?

- Well, for the upper crust,

Being an artist's model
isn't exactly

A respectable profession.

- Ah! And how about
being a lawyer?

- That's a scandal, as well.

For these people,
the only respectable profession

Is being rich.

- Where is everyone?

- I told you, george.
These folks are never on time.

Some call it being
fashionably late.

- What's fashionable
about being late?

- The later you are, the more
people see your entrance.

- Well, if more people
can see you're late,

The more people know
you're a horse's a--

- Ah, george, effie.

My dears.

- Well, I suppose
it's no surprise to

See you here, mr. Newsome.

- George, please!

Are we not friends?
Call me rupert.

- Where's lucinda?

- Ah, unfortunately,
lucinda does not care much

For miss angela hall.

She refused to come.

- I can understand why.

- You don't even like
the bri-- why are we here?

- I like the gossip.

- Honestly, effie.
You never cease to surprise.

(whispering):
There's the groom now.

(gagging)

Ah, mr. Patrick branch,

My dear, dear, dear, dear,
dear, dear friend!

Congratulations on
a wondrous day.

- Rupert.

Effie.

So glad you could attend.

- How's the import business?

- Well, I've just bought
an aeroplane,

If that answers your question.

- How wonderful.

- If you'll excuse me.

- First the fanshaws,
now patrick.

Ah!

I keep telling lucinda
we need an aero.

But will she listen?
No, she will not, g.C.

No she will not!

(grunts)

- Hello, ladies.

(indistinct chatter)

Does it look all right?

- Not a hair out of place.
You're perfect.

- Thank you, mother.

- The time has come.

Meredith, fetch the veil.

Angela, come.

- Oh!

- You must be overcome
with happiness.

- Oh.
(laughing)

- Oh!
- Angela!

Are you all right?

(laughing)

- Gracious!

(laughing)

(coughing softly)

(gasping)

- I'm on... I'm on fire.

Oh!

I'm on...

(groaning)

(breathing heavily)

- Are you all right?
- Angela!

Angela!

- What on earth was that?

- Newsome, move!

Move, man!
- Rupert!

- Toronto constabulary!

Out of the way.

Oh, my god.

- Ah, oh...

- Help her!

- Please help my daughter.

- I'm sorry. It's too late.

(woman): What?

- The bride is dead.

- Dead?

(gasping)

(ominous music)

(indistinct chatter)

- How did you know
the bride, george?

- She was a friend
of effie's, sir.

Well, actually not a friend,
per se.

- Ooh! Baccarat crystal.
Exquisite.

- Please put that down,
mr. Newsome.

- Oh, and bourbon roses,
in winter no less.

Mm! And do I detect polyanthas?
(sniffing)

- Mr. Newsome, I'm going
to have to ask you to leave.

This could be a crime scene.

- G.C., are you going to let
him speak to me like this?

- There aren't any signs
of external injuries.

- I've been informed that she
showed a loss of balance,

Was in delirium,

And fell into a daze
immediately before her death.

- Those are highly
unusual symptoms.

I'll have to take a closer look.

The morgue attendants
should be here shortly.

- Thank you, miss hart.

(soft mysterious music)

- What do you have there, sir?

(sniffing)

- Hm.

(sniffing)

I have no idea.

- We did her hair,

Put on face powder.

She even insisted on wearing
a bit of colour on her lips,

Which I thought was
out of line for a wedding.

I just wanted her to look
beautiful and respectable.

- And after that?

- She went into
a fit of giggles.

She was delusional.
She started rambling nonsense.

She lost her balance
just walking across the room.

She seemed to think
she was on fire.

And then she just died.

(crying)

- Pardon me. Sir?

- Please excuse me a moment.

(bridesmaid): Here they come.

- The bridesmaids.

- They're the bridesmaids.

I'm the maid of honour,
rosalind plum.

- Were you all present
when the bride... Expired?

- Yes, we were all there.

- And the groom was, as well?

- The groom can't see the bride
before the wedding.

You don't think he had something
to do with it, do you?

- That's absurd.

He adored her and she him.

A whirlwind romance.

- My condolences.

- He must be devastated.

- It was hard to believe that
anyone could tame him.

Of course,
angela wasn't just anyone.

- Shh.

- Uh, why do you
say that, miss...?

- Webb, eunice webb.

Patrick branch can have
any woman he chooses.

No one ever thought he'd accept

Being tied down
with a wife and family.

- Hush. Stop scandalmongering.

- Thank you, ladies. Mr. Branch?

Detective murdoch,
constable crabtree,

Toronto constabulary.

Our deepest condolences.

- Obliged.

- Um, were you with
miss hall when she died?

- No.

I hadn't seen her since
yesterday afternoon.

She wouldn't allow me to see her
on our wedding day.

If you'll excuse me,
I have some important things

To take care of at my office.

- Sir,

He hardly seems concerned
that his fiancée just died.

- George, aside from her mother,

It doesn't seem as though
anyone here

Cared for the bride
much at all.

- William told me about
the unusual symptoms, miss hart.

- Oh, indeed.
Giddiness, drowsiness,

Laughing and incoherent speech,

And then death.

- All within a matter
of five to ten minutes.

- I admit, I have no idea

As of yet what could
have caused them.

- Could it be ergot poisoning?

- I suspected that.

But there are no signs
of swelling

Or discoloration on her limbs.

- It seems most likely it would
be a poison of some kind.

- I concur.

- Well, you've only just begun
your examination.

No reason to believe
you need my assistance.

- Why don't you assist me
anyway?

I may not need the help,

But I could always
use the company.

(chuckles)
- well, I haven't spent

An afternoon with a dead body
in a while,

If you don't mind
the intrusion?

- Ah, not at all.

- If the bride was poisoned,
we'll need to determine

What she ate or drank
most recently.

I'll speak with
the bridal party.

You ladies let me know

What you find
in your postmortem.

(julia): So, where
should we start?

- What's this?
- Perfume.

- You shouldn't have.

- It's not for you, you numpty.
It's for margaret!

And the best part
is it was free.

I found it in a donation bin.

It looks like it came
from a very expensive

Department store, doesn't it?

- It does look rather dear, sir.

- I'm going to put it in some
old wrapping paper

From holt renfrew
and surprise the missus.

- Sir, wait a minute,
you're going to try to trick

Your wife into thinking you
bought her an expensive gift?

- It's a gift, crabtree.

What does it matter
where it came from?

- Well, why are you
showing it to me?

- Because you're going
to wrap it.

You're always bragging about
how talented you are

At wrapping
christmas presents.

- It's a "gift," sir.

- Gift. And not forgetting
the pièce de résistance,

A lovely bit of--

(both): Ribbon.

- For flair!

(chuckling)

- Did your daughter have any
illnesses or medical conditions?

- No. Angie was blessed
with perfect health.

- And did she eat
or drink anything?

- She had a breakfast
of egg, toast and tea.

- And who prepared this?

- She and I together.

- I take it you ate it, as well?

- From the same skillet
and the same teapot.

- No ill effects?

- None. After breakfast,

We left for her big day
in high spirits.

- Did miss hall consume
anything else

Once she arrived
at the church?

- We had tea
with sugar and milk.

Everyone did, except audrey,
who was late.

- Was there anything else?

- Meredith clinked her
teaspoon so loud,

You would've thought
she was competing

With the church bells.

(clinking)
she is so tedious to be around.

Unfortunately,
she's bosom friends

With angela since childhood.

- I meant,
was there anything else

That miss hall ate or drank.

- We also had blueberry scones
with the tea.

We each took one
from the basket.

I remember because rosalind
made me collect

The dirty dishes afterwards.

(murdoch): So, everyone had tea
with milk and sugar,

And a blueberry scone,

Except for miss spinner,
who was late.

Is that correct, miss cane?
- That's right.

- Who brought
the blueberry scones?

- I believe eunice webb did.

- What happened after
tea and scones?

- That's when audrey
finally arrived.

She pretends to be
a proper lady,

But her lack of punctuality
bespeaks her character.

- Uh, miss webb, if we could
focus on miss hall.

- I'm getting to that.

Audrey brought a bottle
of champagne.

We each poured ourselves
a modest glass.

- And did miss hall drink some?

- Oh, yes, angela loves
a good bubbly.

That's why I brought it.

I'm glad I wasn't too late
to share it with her.

My maid did a poor job

Of pressing my dress
this morning,

So I had to take the time
to properly chide her

Before I left home.

- And after the champagne?

- Shortly after that,

Angela put on her dress.

That's when she started
going mad and...

Well, you know the rest.

- Congratulations. Wonderful.

(giggling)

- Ah, margaret, there you are.
I've got you a gift.

- Oh! You did?

- Open it.

- Ah, mrs. Brackenreid,
the gift wrapping.

Exquisite, is it not?

- I don't know. Seems fine.

- Sir.

Got a rash on your hand.

- So do you.

- Thomas!

This is beautiful!

- Ah, george, sir. May I see?

Oh. That very much resembles
the rash I noticed

On mrs. Hart's hands
at the morgue.

Have you touched
anything unusual?

- The perfume.

We both touched
that perfume bottle.

(margaret): I think
this is crystal!

- Sir, where did you
get the perfume?

- I found it in
a donation bin.

What does it matter?

- What donation bin?

- The one outside
the metropolitan united.

- Where angela hall died.

- I-if you both handled
that perfume bottle

And miss hart handled
the victim's body,

Then perhaps...

That is the bride's perfume.

- What are you getting at,
murdoch?

- I-I don't precisely know, sir.

But if some poison
is inside that perfume bottle,

It would explain these rashes.

- Margaret! Stop!

- What on earth?!
What's the matter?

- Mrs. Brackenreid,
put that down.

Gently.

That perfume may have
killed angela hall.

(gasping)

- What do we do now?

- We need to determine
if this bottle of perfume

Did, indeed,
belong to angela hall,

And hopefully there isn't
a batch of poisonous perfume

Circulating around toronto.

- Sir, I don't understand
how miss hall could die

If the inspector and I just
developed a bit of a rash.

- Inhaling the aerosolized
particles could lead to death.

You only had skin contact,

Presumably from a minute
amount of residue

Remaining on the exterior
of the bottle.

- So, the same poison could have
two different effects

Depending on how one
came into contact with it.

- Precisely.
It would help to determine

What poison is in there.

- How is it that a bottle
of perfume you bought for me

Ended up poisoned?

- I have no idea.

- Well, I have half a mind
to telephone holt renfrew.

- Oh, bloody hell.
I didn't get it from holt's.

- Hm?
- I got it out

Of a donation bin.

- You got me secondhand perfume?

- Well, there's nothing
wrong with secondhand!

- It's poison!

- Margaret, I saw something
I thought you'd like

And made a gift of it to ya.

Is that really such a bad thing?

- I suppose not.

But you owe me
a bottle of perfume.

A non-poisoned one!

(grunts)

(wheezing)

- We found fluid in the lungs

And a hemorrhage
in the windpipe.

The buildup of fluid
and blood would have led

To asphyxiation and death.

- As I suspected.

The poison was inhaled,
not ingested.

- Precisely. We found nothing
in the stomach contents.

- So, if the poison were
contained inside,

Say, a perfume bottle?

- That would do the trick.

- Does the victim have any
rash on her skin,

Like the one you have,
miss hart?

- No.
- Well, a rash can take hours

To develop. She likely
died before it appeared.

- So, miss hart developed
her rash after touching

The victim's body that remained
covered in perfume particles.

I believe we've recovered
this perfume bottle.

I just need the two of you
to determine what's inside.

- Ladies, are you sure
you're all right

To handle the evidence?

- I think we'll manage,
inspector,

But you may want to stay back.

- Shall we?

Ready?

(gasps)
- oh!

- It's all right. I've got it.

(exhales)

- Angie had a fragrance

Made specially
for her wedding day.

She and I...

Picked it up right before
we came to church.

- And is that perfume here now?

- I found the box it came in.

Oh. But the perfume's not here.

- Mrs. Hall, is it possible

That this is the perfume bottle
in question?

It's purple.

- Y-yeah. That's the one.

- Mrs. Hall, this bottle
was found in a donation bin

Just near here.

Do you have any idea
how it may have gotten there?

- I haven't got
the faintest idea.

- Did you see miss hall
put the perfume on?

- Yes. As soon as we got here,

Before any of
the bridesmaids arrived.

- Had she ever used
this perfume before?

- No. Uh, the box
even had a seal.

I saw her open it
with my very own eyes.

- Very good.

Um...

Where did this
perfume come from?

- Mr. Trivelle.

The finest perfumery in toronto.

- Yes. I created
this perfume for miss hall.

L'heure de l'iris,
or the hour of the iris.

- Mr. Trivelle,
what was the nature

Of your relationship
with miss hall?

- I've read her name
in newspapers,

But it was my first time
meeting her.

I was honoured
that she allowed me

To create a scent just for her.

- Hm.

What were the components
you used to create this scent?

- Mm, detective,

A nose never shares his recipes.

- A nose?

- An expert on creating
exquisite

Olfactory experiences,
such as myself.

- Well, mr. Trivelle,
it's possible

That this perfume
was used to commit murder.

- Good heavens!

That's impossible.

Gentlemen, step over
to my organ.

- Organ?
- Mm.

The organ is where I experiment
with fragrance notes.

Just as musical notes
can be layered into a chord,

In a fragrance, too,
there are top notes,

Heart notes and base notes.

- A symphony of scents. My word.

- Which notes did you use
in the perfume in question?

- I started with
the base notes of cedarwood

And haitian vetiver.

The middle notes were
the oils of rose,

Jasmine and ylang-ylang.

Then...

The most delicate
of floral top notes,

Oil of peony and oil of iris,

All diluted in jojoba oil
and distilled alcohol.

- Right.

Does anyone else have access
to these... Notes?

- No. Well, someone did tamper
with this organ once.

Mr. Laurent, my former trainee,
once sabotaged my work

After he departed my employ.

- Why would he do that?

- He was full of contempt.

When he was trainee,
he wanted to explore

Synthetic ingredients.

I said absolutely not.

My fragrances are
a hundred percent natural.

That's why I asked him to leave.

- Ah. So, are you saying
it's possible

That he broke in here and...

Poisoned this perfume?

- Mm. Custom fragrances
are locked in this cabinet,

So that customers in the shop
don't pick them up.

I hang the key to the cabinet
behind that clock.

Only someone who worked here
would know that.

He is the only person
who could possibly have done it

And I know where
you might find him.

(scoffs)
- trivelle is a terrible liar

And a dirty stick-in-the-mud.

- He told us you disagreed
with how he ran his business.

Did you not sabotage him?

- Well, having a disagreement
is not a crime.

- Mr. Laurent,
this is a murder investigation.

As a former trainee of his,
you had unique knowledge

Of his premises and therefore
could have snuck in

And poisoned one of his
perfume bottles.

I suggest you start
being truthful.

- All right, fine.

I slipped some fish juice
into mr. Trivelle's scents.

- You also slipped a poison

Into a custom fragrance
intended for miss angela hall.

- Never! I'd never use poison.
Why would I?

- To frame mr. Trivelle.

The scandal would have
ruined his business.

- When was this supposedly done?

- Sometime between Friday
evening and this morning.

- Well, that's easy then.
I was in hamilton

Visiting my sister
until just this afternoon.

- Fine.

- Sir,

If he's telling the truth,

That means mrs. Hall lied to us.

She said nobody but her daughter
touched the perfume

After it was picked up
from trivelle's.

- George.
(gagging)

- Sir, breathe through
your mouth.

- I need you to do
something for me.

- Now, for the fun part.

- The trouble may be isolating
the poison itself.

A few of the perfume ingredients
may interfere with the process.

- Doctor ogden? Miss hart?

Whoa!

- George, wh...
What are you doing?

- It's me, george.

I have to collect the--

(grunting)

I'm sorry to interrupt
your work,

I need to collect
some fingermarks.

And I, uh...

Well, I didn't know
you had this.

(chuckling)

(indistinct chatter)

Ah, detective!

Sir, I found
four different fingermarks

On the bottle of perfume.

I've identified three of them
as the victim,

The inspector and myself.

- And the bride's mother?

- No, sir. I can't say
who the fourth person was,

But it was not her.

- The bridesmaids all expressed
rather disagreeable sentiments

After the bride's death.

But the perfume was applied
before they all arrived.

- Unless, sir,
after they arrived,

One of the bridesmaids poisoned
the perfume bottle

And then the bride,

This time unseen by the mother,

Added another spritz.

- Bring in the bridal party,
george.

- Sir.

- I don't see why
all this is necessary.

If someone killed angela,
it's clearly meredith cane.

- Why do you say that?

- She's not like us. She's poor.

- So, that makes her a killer?

- I don't know. Who's to say?

Angela should've dropped her
a long time ago.

She smells of rubber.

- I beg your pardon?

- She works.

At the billings & brothers
rubber factory.

I'm telling you,
if it's any of us,

It's meredith.

- Right.

- Angela was my best friend.

Even audrey spinner
has to admit that.

- I have to admit, poverty seems
an unlikely motive for murder.

- Confidentially speaking,

I think it's eunice
you're after.

She's always eyeing
angie's couture dresses.

She probably
wanted them for herself.

- So, you think she would have
killed her for dresses?

Is miss webb not wealthy enough
she could just buy her own?

(scoffs)
- constable, these are exclusive

Dresses handmade and sold
in limited numbers

To select customers only,
once per season.

Angela was a darling
to couturiers.

Eunice?

Green with envy.

- Oh, please.
Those outdated dresses bore me.

If this really is foul play,
it would be rosalind.

- The maid of honour?
- That's right.

Though rosalind
doesn't show it,

She's resentful that angela
was able to join

The ladies' tea & shopping club.

Angela is an artist's model,
after all.

- This is the first time
hearing of any resentment.

- Hm. She doesn't like
to show it.

Even if they're friends,
rosalind has firm beliefs

That the club should be reserved
for modest young ladies.

- Ah.
- I couldn't care less

If angela is in
the club or not.

- Very well, miss plum.
Remove your gloves, please.

- Well, this is preposterous.

I wish to go home.

- Are you refusing
to give me your fingermarks?

- Maybe I am. What of it?

- Your friend was murdered.

The killer left
their fingermarks

On the poisoned bottle.
If you don't mind, miss plum,

Your gloves.

The rash.

It was you.

(indistinct chatter)

- Miss plum.

(door closes)

Your fingermarks are a match
for those found

On the perfume bottle,

And you also have a rash,

Which strongly indicates

That you were in contact
with the perfume bottle.

- Fine. I took
the stupid perfume.

- You were getting rid
of the murder weapon

That you used
to kill angela hall.

- Murder weapon?

Well, I had no idea
it was a murder weapon.

I wanted to throw
the perfume out

Because angela had insulted me.

- Insulted you. How?

- A month ago, I presented
angela a perfume

As a bridal shower gift.

Now, naturally, I expected her
to wear it on her wedding day.

But when I saw she had
the nerve to use

A different perfume...

- That insulted you?

- Of course. So, I took her
new perfume and I threw it away.

I snuck the bottle into my purse

Sometime before she fell
to the floor.

Later, it was too late
to just put it back,

So I threw it into a bin
next to the church.

- You expect me to believe
that you removed a murder weapon

From the scene of a crime
by pure coincidence?

- I am telling you the truth.

I had no idea
that perfume was poison.

(julia): Isolating the poison
poses quite a challenge.

- What about salt effect
distillation?

- Dissolving salts would
decrease the volatility

Of the water, thus making it
easier to separate.

- Then we can use a solvent
extraction method

To separate the oils.

- Hexane.
- Yes.

The oil and hexane
will float on top

And can be removed.

Then the hexane can be
evaporated off at

A low temperature.

- Excellent plan, miss hart.

(indistinct chatter)

- Is it true?
You've arrested rosalind plum?

- She's in the cells
as we speak.

- But did she actually do it?

- Well, she admitted
to taking the murder weapon

And discarding it.

- Really? That snake.

I didn't know she had it in her.

But why would she want
to kill angela hall?

- Well, she claims she didn't.

She claims she simply took
the perfume out of spite

Because the bride had ignored
the perfume

That she'd given her
as a bridal gift.

- That sounds like rosalind.

- Does it?
- Yes, of course.

- Thank you.
- These women are nothing

If not petty and entirely
self-obsessed.

This behaviour is quite
normal for them.

- Really?

Because...

We didn't believe them.

But, if that's the case,
then maybe

She didn't kill her friend.

- "friend."

These women are more
enemies than friends.

- Remarkable.

Friends and enemies
at the same time.

"frenemies."

- Just like you and rupert.

- Yeah, rupert and I
are not friends.

- Well, your not-friend came
looking for you at the flat.

- Well, I hope you told him
I moved. To tibet.

- So, it's the maid of honour?

- Yes. She's detained
in our cells.

But, frankly, sir, I don't know

That there's enough evidence
to secure a conviction.

Julia and miss hart have yet
to prove that the poison

Is in the perfume bottle,
though it seems certain.

And, still, there is this.

- What, that thing you found
at the murder scene?

- Ooh, detective,

Are you wearing a parfum?

- Mr. Newsome. No, I'm not.

- Oh come, come. (sniffing)

Oh, I'd know
that scent anywhere.

You smell of absolute
luxury, my good man.

(laughing)

- I assure you, I have
no time for perfumes.

- Wha--? But one's scent
reflects one's mood.

Surely you enjoy
cologne on...

(in french): ...Occasion?

- I prefer to bathe.

Y-you wouldn't, by chance,

Be smelling this, would you?

(sniffing)
- I can't smell a bloody thing.

- Then there is something
lacking

In your olfactory
capabilities, inspector,

Unlike mine,
which are finely attuned.

This is precisely what I mistook
for a parfum.

(chuckling)
I could smell it across the...

(french accent): ...Room.

(laughing)

- What is it?
- I have no idea.

But my nose never lies.
Give, give.

(sniffing)

Yes. This is the signature note

Of every cologne
I have purchased

From the trivelle perfumery.

(sniffing)

- Mr. Trivelle,
do you recognize this?

- Why, yes.

Where did you find it?

- At the scene
of miss hall's murder.

- We believe it was left
there by the killer.

- Meaning, that
if this is yours...

- No. No, no, this isn't mine.

- Mr. Trivelle, one of your
clients has stated

That this is reminiscent
of your signature scents.

- Yes, that's what I'm saying.

I believe I know what it is.

But it's not mine.

However, allow me to be sure.

(intriguing music)

Ah, yes.

Indeed, it is ambergris.

- Mm. Smells nice.

What is ambergris exactly?

- Well, you can smell
the earthy, sweet, musky odour

With tones of the sea,
can't you?

That's ambergris.

A scent included in some
of my finest fragrances.

This one, for instance.

(spritzing)

- Mm, that's lovely.

In fact, I might take a bottle
of that for the missus.

- Excellent selection.

- So, you use ambergris
in many of your fragrances,

But this is not yours.

- I only purchase
the extracted oil.

In fact, I don't think
I've ever seen such a large

Raw block before.

One would find a block like this
only on faraway shores

After it's been regurgitated

From the intestine
of the sperm whale.

- It's whale vomit.

Don't tell margaret.

(clears throat)
- well, then,

Who here in toronto
might have something

Like this in their possession?

- I can tell you precisely who.

There's only one company
that imports the stuff.

- Mr. Branch,
could we have a word?

- Yes?

- Mr. Branch,
do you recognize this?

- I've been looking for that.

It's ambergris. My ambergris.

- Yours?

- Well, I-I lost a block
just like it recently.

Where did you find it?

- It was found at the scene
of your fiancée's murder.

You are under arrest,
mr. Branch.

Please, come with us.

(sighs)

- Can you tell us why
this piece of ambergris

Was found at the scene
of your fiancée's murder?

- You claim that you'd never
been inside the dressing room.

Yet you admit that
this belongs to you.

(sighs)

- I had nothing to do
with her death.

Yesterday, we held the wedding
rehearsal at the church.

Afterwards,

Angela and I snuck
into the dressing room and...

Engaged in amorous congress.

We undressed so quickly
the ambergris

Must have fallen out
of my pocket.

I-I always keep a block with me

To demonstrate the quality
to my clients.

- If all that's true,
then why lie?

- There's already been talk
of angela's virtue

Because she's an artist's model.

I didn't want to taint her name.

Having relations
before marriage...

- You returned to work a few
short hours after her death.

You hardly seem to care
about your fiancée at all.

- I-I-I needed relief
from some of the wedding guests.

They-they seemed to require
condolence more than I did,

So I retreated to my office.

I loved angela more
than anything, detective.

If you want to hang me...

In this moment, I hardly care.

(soft music)

- So, you've made an arrest?

- Yes, but I have some questions
about his motive.

Have you been successful
in identifying the poison?

- Uh, we've tested for several,

But everything's
come back negative.

We have another
six possibilities

We'd like to test.

- There's a problem.

We only have one single drop
of the poison left.

- It's enough for one more test.

- So, you're saying you're going

To randomly choose one
of the six remaining

And hope that it
turns up positive?

- It's our only hope.

Miss hart?

(suspenseful music)

- It's negative.

- We've failed, detective.

- I'm not so sure you have.

You've narrowed it down

And you're certain that
one of the remaining five

Is the poison?

- Relatively certain, yes.

- There's someone who may
be able to help.

Uh, please put the stoppers
back in the vials

And send them over
to the station house.

- But the poison
is empty, william.

- Residue may be enough.

- Mr. Newsome, I don't know why

You insist on
you and I being friends.

- I simply don't understand.

You are friends
with henry higgins.

I am friends with henry higgins.

After the transitive property,
we should be friends.

And yet...
And yet, you dislike me.

Why?
- Do you want an honest answer?

- Of course.
- You are self-obsessed

And desperate for approval,

But only the approval
of your fellow rich twits,

And all you talk about
is nonsense,

Like owning aeroplanes,

And you and I have
nothing in common.

- Oh.

I didn't expect your honesty
to be so...

Honest.

- Mr. Newsome!

We need a favour.

- From moi?

Well, I am eager to help.

If asked by george.

- Is this really necessary?

- Yes.

- Yes.

- Will you help us, mr. Newsome?

- Mr. Newsome
is my father's name, george.

My name is...?

- Rupert! Old chum, old friend,

Will you please help us?

(chuckles)
- but of course.

Hm.

- Excellent! Right this way,
mr. Newsome.

- We believe this vial
contains traces

Of one of these five poisons.

To me, they smell of nothing.

My hope is that your nose

Can be applied to scents

Beyond those used in perfumes.

(laughing)

- Y-you want me to smell poison.

Isn't that what
killed miss hall?

- Oh, oh, no. Miss hall inhaled
aerosolized particles,

Which damaged
the mucous membrane...

You can simply waft

The odour toward yourself,
like so.

- I don't want to die.

This isn't some trick
to get me to die, is it?

- No. That would be murder.

We're not trying to murder you.

- Oh! All right.

Anything for a friend.

(inhaling deeply)

- Right. First,
the poison in question.

- Hm.

Vaguely sweet, yet acrid.

- Very good. And now the others.

- No.

Smells like feet.

(sniffing)
oh, perhaps.

Certainly similar.

And the next.

(sniffing)

(gurgling)

It's this one.
(laughing)

This scent is a match.

- Benzene?
- Benzene.

I'm not familiar with it.

- Sir, I am.

Uh, from my days
at the auto shop. Benzene...

We used to use it
to degrease metal surfaces.

- Benzene: An industrial
cleaning agent.

- Yes, precisely.

Had no idea it could
be used as a poison.

- How could anyone involved
in this case

Come across benzene,

Let alone discover
its properties

And use it to murder?

- Well, there is one person
associated with the case

Who works in a factory, sir.

Billings & brothers.

The childhood friend,
meredith cane.

- Miss cane,

You killed your best friend

Instead of being there for her.

My constables found
this syringe in the lining

Of your bridesmaid's dress.

You would be wise to confess.

Your sentence is obviously
at the discretion of the judge,

But if you confess,
show remorse,

It may go better for you.

- I paid $75
for the bridesmaid's dress.

Angela didn't even ask me
if I'd be able to afford it.

I found the money.

Then...

Then I made angela pay.

- You-you killed your
best friend over a dress?

- When angie told me of her idea

For a custom perfume, I knew

I must take the opportunity.

I could steal high-concentration
benzene from the factory.

Afterwards, talked her
into spraying a fresh spritz.

Because I'd injected
the benzene

Straight into the tube
of the pump,

She'd inhale most of it.

At the factory,
I witnessed a worker

Who died of benzene poisoning.

- Wh... Why did you kill her?

- Angie and I were born in
the same common neighbourhood.

We were bosom friends.

But as we grew older,

The world seemed to shower
angela in good fortune.

She met generous patrons.

I met no one but other
wretched souls.

She climbed the social ladder,
and I was stuck

Molding rubber tires.

- So that's why you killed her?

- No, you don't understand.
Even when invited to her circle,

The others made me
feel unworthy.

Even angela.

I began to think I was just...

She kept me around as a reminder

Of how far she'd come.

- You felt humiliated.

- I'm not sorry I got caught.

Because what's the price
for me to pay?

Just this...

Pathetic little life.

Ndistinct chatter)

- George.

You requested my presence?

- Yes, I did.

I was wrong to say
what I said.

You've proven yourself
more than useful.

- You mean we're friends?

- Well, we are family,
after all.

And I've got an excellent
nickname for you:

The nose.

- The nose?

(sniffing)

I love that.

Ah! Inspector.

- What's all this then?

- Sir, mr. Trivelle
has put together

This gift of colognes for us.

I think he's grateful
that we proved

That his perfume was not
the cause of miss hall's death.

- Hm.
(sniffing)

Mm. Quite nice.

Smells like someone
just chopped down a tree.

- Yes, he thought that scent
in particular

Would befit a bunch of lads.

I prefer the subtler notes,
myself.

- I agree with you, friend.

It smells like sweat, sawdust...

And hard work.

- There's nothing wrong
with that.

I'd much rather smell
like a lumberjack

Than a bunch of lilies.

- But, sir, lilies smell lovely.

I don't know why you'd want
to douse yourself

With something that smells
like a...

Like a... Axe?

- Each to their own, bugalugs.

But I have a feeling
the missus is gonna love it.

(laughing)

(door closes)

- Welcome home, william.

- Julia.

Perfume?

- Yes. I concocted it myself

From mr. Trivelle's inventory.

I guess I was inspired
by this case.

I'm wearing some
right now, actually.

You can smell it on my neck.

- Oh, yes. It's very nice.

- Well, I've heard
that some perfume

Can make a man's heart race.

- How do you figure
it does that?

- The way I think
is that at the end of the day,

When a woman takes off
all her clothes,

The fragrance is all
that remains,

And so the scent?

That's like a preview
of what's to come.

- Hm.

I've never been
much for previews.

(laughing)

(mysterious music)