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(theme music)

- I just realized it's been
two whole weeks

Without my usual shave.

I've been far too busy.

- When you're finished with this
shave, you'll look like a king.

Let me just get
my straight razor.

(gunshot)
(gasps)

Help!

- Constable crabtree!
Constable crabtree!

- Sir, did he just say crabtree?

- That's what I heard.

- Constable crabtree, there's
a story in today's inquiry

That might interest you.
Sea monsters.

- I'm not constable crabtree.

I'm constable higgins-newsome.

- Oh, I-I'm sorry.

I-I thought you were
constable crabtree,

But would you like
to buy one anyway?

- No, thank you.

I assume george usually
works this beat.

- Yes, sir. I suppose it's
a reasonable enough mistake,

But you would agree I have
a more manly stride,
wouldn't you?

- Just the one shot then?

- Yes.

- Did you see a gunman?
- No.

It came out of the blue.

- Well, whoever made the shot
knew what they were doing.

What can you tell me
about the victim?

His name was nathaniel marston

Of marston & sons
construction company.

He'd just taken over
from his father.

- I see.

- He was such a kind man.

Always tipped generously.

Who would do such a thing?

- In my experience, good men
die as often as bad ones.

- Well, good morning,
mrs. Crabtree.

- Good morning!
- Oh.

Well, what's all this?

- Well, I heard that shiny
objects can deter birds

From roosting around the home,

So I thought I'd try and
hang up these wind chimes.

- Oh? You'll put
that up yourself?

- Oh, why not?
I like to be useful.

- Oh. You know,
they are awfully noisy.

- You needn't worry,
mrs. Halston.

I'm sure they'll make
a lovely sound.

- Well, I think the neighbours
will mind it.

- Well, I must do this,
mrs. Halston,

Because if the birds
do decide to roost,

There'll be no removing
those nests.

- I see. Well, what about
placing spinning pinwheels

On your yard?

Now that will scare
the birds away.

- You know, I've never
thought of that.

But wind chimes are so charming.

I'd like my home to be
as pretty as a picture.

- Well, of course.

(barking)
- oh, there's that stray again.

You know, I tried to give him
some treats the other day,

But it appears that he only
likes mr. Mcdowell!

- Hi!
- That stray dog

Really likes you,
doesn't he, mr. Mcdowell?

- Ah!

- Oh, oh, mrs. Crabtree!

Oh! Oh, no, oh!

(barking)
oh. Oh no, no!

(moaning)
- call a doctor.

- According to the barber,

Nathaniel marston was a kind,
hardworking man.

- But you think he was murdered
by a contract killer.

- I do, sir. Miss hart
recovered a. 30 calibre bullet
from the victim's body.

It was rimless
and had a pointed nose.

- That would only have been
fired from a newer model gun.

- Yes, sir.

The kind preferred
by a professional assassin.

- And the victim ran
a construction company?

- Yes, he did.
- Hm.

- My nathaniel
was a good, smart boy.

He wasn't the kind
to make any enemies.

- No one he may have
hurt or offended?

- This world is full of
gossip mongers and backstabbers,

But he was not one of them.

He was nothing but
an asset to my company.

- A company you ceded to him.

- For the most part.

I advise only on
the larger decisions.

- Mr. Marston, who would have
known of your son's

Scheduled barbershop
appointment this morning?

- Only his secretary,
mr. Tibbins.

He keeps nathaniel's
daily schedule.

- Where might we find
this mr. Tibbins?

- I can't believe
I broke my leg.

- You'll be back on your feet
in a few weeks.

- But I have legal briefs
to read, and these drugs

Are making me feel
a bit lightheaded.

- The wheels of justice
won't grind to a halt

Just because you can't read
a brief or two.

- I suppose I shall resign
myself to staring

Onto the street until I die
of sheer boredom.

(chuckling)

Look over there.

Mr. Sanders, poor man.

He's waiting to see
if there are letters for him;
there never are.

- You don't know that.
- Oh, but I do.

The mailman arrives
at the same time every day

And mr. Sanders gets up
to meet him.

- Well, we're all creatures
of habit, I suppose.

- Yes. Now I have all the time
in the world to watch

The same habits
repeat themselves.

Oh, look!
There's the rimer boy.

His mother always picks him up
to have lunch at home,

And then he throws a tantrum
on his way back to school.

- Oh, dear.

- Never misses a day.
It's amazing.

Oh, mr. Ken mcdowell.

He helped me earlier
when I fell.

- Well, that was kind of him.

- That's odd.

He was so dexterous
with that hose earlier.

(barking)

Hey, get outta here!
Get outta here! Shoo!

Hey! No! Get out!
- Mr. Mcdowell!

- Get out!
Just playing!

- Really?
- How strange.

Earlier, that dog was wagging
his tail and seemed to love him.

- Effie, I must get back
to the clinic.

You rest up.

- Mr. Marston is correct.

As his secretary,

I keep nathaniel's schedule
in this ledger.

- Mr. Tibbins, who else knew

Of mr. Marston's barbershop
appointment?

- If I could be
perfectly honest,

There's something that
weighs heavy in my heart.

- Feel free to share it with us.

- Yesterday, someone telephoned
the office to inquire

About nathaniel's schedule.

- Who?

- I didn't recognize his voice.

The caller had said that
he had a meeting scheduled

With nathaniel for the morning,

But unfortunately
needed to cancel.

I told the caller
that he must be mistaken

Because nathaniel
had a barbershop appointment
in the morning.

- Please, go on.

- The caller then asked
whether nathaniel

Still frequents
perry's barbershop.

- I told him no; he goes
to goodwin's barbershop.

(crying)

- You offered this information
to a stranger?

- He was very conversational.

He... He then said he must
indeed be mistaken and, uh,

Hung up without...
Without giving his name.

I'm afraid I may have
fallen for a trick.

I'm a fool. Oh!

(crying)
- we'll give you a moment.

Well, the killer very clearly
learned the victim's

Whereabouts from the secretary.

- Don't you think tibbins
is putting it on a bit?

- He seemed upset,
but I didn't think so. Why?

- Maybe tibbins
fabricated the call.

- You think so?

- I've got good instincts
for these things, murdoch.

Never wrong.
- Right then.

Let's see if henry can find
the origins

Of the telephone call.

(laughing in the distance)

(gasping)

- Mr. Mcdowell!

Thank you for your help today!

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Julia, julia!

It's me.
- Effie?

It's quite late.
Is everything all right?

- There's something very strange
happening at the mcdowells.

You remember my neighbours?

You remember ken and lize.

- Uh, not really.

What seems to be the problem?

- They're... They're digging
in their yard,

And they've got a sack
and they're burying
whatever's inside of it.

- Uh, effie, I'm sure
it's nothing to worry about,

But I'll ask william to pop over
first thing in the morning.

All right?

(dramatic music)

- Well, I'll be damned.

(knocking on door)

Come in.

- Hello?
- William!

Thank you so much
for coming so early.

- Yes, julia said you noticed
something strange

About your neighbour?
- Yes. Yes.

Mr. Ken mcdowell, over there.
You see?

Yesterday morning, he was doing
up his garden hose, like this.

Perfectly, as if he'd been
doing that it way

His entire life.

But in the afternoon,
he was all thumbs,

As if he didn't know how
to handle the thing at all.

- Perhaps he was just feeling
a bit out of sorts?

But now he's gone back to
handling the hose perfectly!

- Oh. Well, all the more
the reason to assume
he made a mistake.

- I felt as though he were
a different man.

- Oh, that's quite a leap.

- But, william, there's a stray
dog in the neighbourhood.

Yesterday morning, the dog
absolutely loved mr. Mcdowell,

Wagging his tail, licking him.

Then in the afternoon the dog
was growling and barking at him.

- Animals without owners can
sometimes behave unpredictably.

- I called out the window...
"thank you!"

Because he'd helped me
when I fell and I broke my leg

And he gave me a blank look,
as if I were crazy!

- Effie, um, what exactly
happened late last night
that led you to call julia?

- He and his wife were digging.

They had a sack, and they were
burying whatever was inside.

- How big was the sack?

- Well, it was very dark,
and I don't know.

Would you go and ask?

Investigate?

- I don't really see
any evidence of wrongdoing.

- William, please!
It could be anything in there!

Maybe I am going crazy.

(chuckling)

- Effie, I'll go over
and speak with them.

Put on your hat, william.

(door closing)

(knocking on door)

- Good morning.

Detective murdoch,
toronto constabulary.

- Is there a problem, detective?

- Someone called in concerned
that you were burying something

In your yard last night.

- What of it?

- May I ask what it was?

- It was that pesky
neighbourhood raccoon.

It had mange and it was getting
into everyone's trash,

Even during the day.
- Yeah.

Probably died of rabies.

- It was a dreadful, ugly thing.

Dig it up, if you care
to take a look.

- Sorry to disturb.

Have a good day.
- You too, detective.

- A raccoon?
- Hm.

Apparently, your neighbourhood
has had an issue

With one getting
into food waste.

- Yes, but--
- well, that explains it, then.

You see? There's nothing
to worry about, effie.

You can relax.

- I was so sure.

- Sure about which?

Ah, julia did mention
you should try to be careful

With your morphine dosage.

Perhaps a nap would be
a good idea?

Oh.

- Inspector.
- Ooh.

Oh, oh. There's a lovely couch
right over here.

- Is there?
- Oh, my goodness!

- You must be the detective
and the inspector.

- I'm the inspector,
he's the detective.

And you are?
- I'm marcel marston.

Nathaniel was my older brother.

- Oh. Terribly sorry for your
loss, mr. Marston.

- Thank you.
I only just heard.

I was out of town supervising
a project in peterborough.

I rushed home and I found
this in my home mailbox.

- "you'll be next."

(dramatic music)

- The note is obviously
from my brother's killer.

I'll admit I'm extremely
disturbed.

- Do you have any idea who may
have uttered this threat?

- Someone who was obviously
unhappy that my brother and I

Acquired some property recently.

It was our first successful
deal together.

- You mean
the rosedale property?

- You're aware?
- Yes.

I had a constable pull
all of the public
land registry records

That show marston & sons
construction won the bid.

It seems the legal wrangling
went on for months.

- Yes. It wasn't a secret
that my brother and I together

Were part of the bidding war.

- Well, then,
is it possible

That one of the unsuccessful
bidders in particular

Made this threat?

- I wouldn't be able to say.

- Right. I'll be taking
this note into evidence.

- We'll post a constable outside
your home for protection.

Mcnabb!

Accompany mr. Marston
for the rest of the day.

Make sure he gets home safe.

We'll be in touch, sir.

- Well, I suppose we can narrow
our pool of suspects down

To all those that bid
on this rosedale property.

- Maybe tibbins was conspiring
with one of them.

- I suppose so.

I won't eliminate mr. Tibbins
as a suspect just yet, sir.

Constable tucker!

I need you to get addresses
and details

On all of these parties that
bid on that rosedale property.

- Will do, sir.

I'll get them for you
as soon as I can.

- You've been a bit of a keener

Since the oyster bar incident,
haven't you?

- I just want to work hard, sir.

- Oh, wait.

Before you do that,

Go to marston & sons
construction

And obtain a set of fingermarks
for a norman tibbins.

And while you're at it,
take into evidence his ledger

That outlines
his boss' schedule.

- The ledger?

- Well, sir, it's one way
to compare mr. Tibbins'

Handwriting to this note.

- Ah.

(door closing)

(soft music)

- Julia?

Julia, is that you?

Where's my...

(grunts)

(phone ringing)

- Dr. Julia ogden.

- Julia, mrs. Mcdowell has
broken into my house!

- What?
- She stole my logbook!

- What on earth are you
talking about? What logbook?

- I've been jotting down
the goings-on

In the neighbourhood,

Especially after what happened
with mr. Mcdowell.

- Effie, I'm afraid
you may be blowing things
out of proportion.

- I woke up from my nap because
I heard the front door slam,

And then I noticed
my logbook was gone.

I've been taking notes on her
and her husband,

And now she's taken them.

(sighing)
- effie, I'm worried

You may be ingesting
too much morphine.

It's known to produce auditory
hallucinations.

- Julia, I am certain
she's been inside my house.

Could you please go over there
and ask her for my logbook?

- What? You can't be serious!

- Julia, please!

Love you.

(scoffs)

- Sirs, according
to the telephone operator,

The call that mr. Tibbins
received was made

From a public phone box
at the corners of grandview
and pine street.

- What else is
at grandview and pine?

- I think shops and businesses.

- Go find and interview
any shoppers or shopkeepers

Who were in the vicinity
of the phone box.

- Ask if they remember anything
from the time of the call.

- Yes, sirs.

- Shame you didn't think
of that yourself.

(clattering)

- Oh. Hello!

- Who are you?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to intrude.

I'm... I'm a friend
of your neighbour's.

- Okay, well, what exactly
do you want?

- Ah, well, I wanted to thank
you for helping her yesterday.

She fell from the ladder.

- That's the reason
you're snooping around
the side of my house?

You couldn't have just
rang the doorbell?

- Oh. I... I'm sorry.

Have you, by chance,
seen a notebook anywhere?

- Uh, what?
- Never mind.

- You've come at a bad time.

- Yes, I do apologize.

I see that you've
hurt your arm.

Are you all right?

- I dropped a crate of milk
bottles and, um, cut myself.

It's nothing I can't handle.

- Well, I'm a doctor. Would you
like me to take a look?

- No. Thanks.

Thank you.

- Right.

Well, have a good day.

Effie.

- Julia.

Julia!

I found the logbook!

- Oh, you did?

- It was in my room
the whole time!

- Ah!
- I was at my wits' end!

- Well, I'm so glad
you found it.

- I thought I was
losing my mind.

(laughing)

(sighing)

I think it's time for me
to go back to sleep.

- I think that's a good idea.

- Well?

- Most of the ledger
is in shorthand notation,

But I did find some writing.

Mr. Tibbins did not
write this note

And there are no
fingermarks on it.

- Sirs, I've just returned
from speaking with the locals

Where the call
to mr. Tibbins was made.

- So, what did you find?

- Well, the interviews weren't
exactly noteworthy, sir.

Mostly trivial details.

But I have written them down,
just in case.

(phone ringing)

- Detective murdoch.

- Who the hell is that?

- Mr. Anthony marston.

- I thought his son
was supposed to be next.

- It appears someone is after
the entire family.

- I served mr. Marston as I do
every Wednesday night.

- Oh, this was routine
for mr. Marston?

- Yes. He's a regular
at our establishment.

- It wouldn't be too difficult
for someone to trail him

And find out where he went
every Wednesday.

- I agree. What time exactly
did mr. Marston arrive?

- He arrived at 4pm,
as he always does.

I met him at the back door
reserved for our select guests,

Then I brought him to this room.

This private room.

- And what happened then?
- He ordered the ribeye steak,

Which I brought him straight
from the kitchen.

I shut the door behind me,
giving him the quiet

And the privacy that he prefers.

- You found the body?
- I did.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.
- Hm.

He seems to have been dead
for a few hours.

Why did you wait to call us?

- Mr. Marston always rings
the bell when he's finished

With his meal because he does
not like to be disturbed.

I decided to check in on him
because it seemed a bit strange

He'd been in there for so long.

I called as soon as I found him.
- Hm.

And this is the only entryway
into this room?

- Correct.

- Thank you, mr. Wohl.

Single stab wound
to the back of the head.

It appears the blade
was inserted into the space

Between the base of the skull
and the first vertebra.

- Poor fella barely made
a dent in his steak.

- Hm. The murder
must have occurred

Shortly after mr. Wohl
exited the room.

The killer would have
entered quietly,

Struck and then exited
before being seen.

- No rest for the wicked.

Do you think
it's the same killer

As the older son's, murdoch?

- Well, sir, based
on the professional nature,

I would have to think so.
- Sirs.

- What is it, higgins?

- Have a look at this.

- A steak knife covered
in blood.

Looks like our murder weapon.

- Hm. That's odd.

Right. Henry, send this along
with mr. Marston to the morgue.

We'll have miss hart
analyze everything.

- Sure, sir.

- Mrs. Crabtree.

On the mend I see.

- Oh, instead of being out
and about,

I'm just watching everyone else
go about their busy days.

- Oh. Well, then
let me ask you this:

Have you seen
that stray dog anywhere?

- The stray?

No, not for a few days,
actually.

I take it you haven't, either?
- No.

And I've a nice beef
knuckle he'd like.

Well, if he meanders back,
let me know.

I'd like to feed him.
- I'm sure he'd appreciate that.

- Well, I mean, living alone
as a widow, it's sometimes nice

To have something
to take care of.

- Of course.

- Well, going to have
my morning tea.

Have a good day.

(knocking on door)
- detective murdoch.

Here's a list of names
and addresses of the others

Who bid on
the rosedale property.

- Right.

Thank you, constable tucker.

- Here to serve, sir.

- The bidding war for the land
was among these parties.

- Those are a lot of names, sir.
Who do we start with?

- Well, let's start with
the one nearest to us.

Larue & company textiles,
2112 simcoe street.

Mr. Garrett larue?

Detective william murdoch,
toronto constabulary.

We'd like a word.
- About?

- We understand your company bid
on a rosedale property recently.

- Yes.
- Do you know who won that bid?

- Uh, I forget the name,
um, martin, morton.
Something like that.

- Mr. Larue, two members
of the company who won that bid

Were discovered murdered.

- Good god!

- Yes, we believe it has to do
with the bid

And we need you to share with us
fulsome details.

- Uh, I let the secretary,
mr. Heller,

Take care of the details.

I'm afraid I don't know much
about the nitty-gritty.

- Are you saying you weren't
involved in a bid

That had your name on it?

- Well, I advised only
on the amount to offer.

- Were you not aware
that there was a bidding war
for the property?

- I was.

This type of situation
is not uncommon, detective.

There's an auction-house
sort of fervour

Whenever there's prime
property up for grabs.

But I became uninterested
in the property.

- Why is that?

- Buying bigger land
in leaside instead

Was a better business move.

Besides, we felt a bit pressured
by some bidders to back off.

That's why we stopped bidding
on the rosedale property

After raising our offer
only once.

- Mrs. Mcdowell.

- I was wondering how you'd been
faring since the accident.

- Oh, as well as I can,
I suppose.

- Hm.

I made you a little milk pie
to cheer you up.

I hope you like baked custard.

- How delightful.

- I'll come back later
for the pie plate.

(grunting)

- Sir, larue's story checks out.

His firm bid high
on the property at first
but dropped out.

A few other bidders backed out
as well, citing pressure.

- I wonder if marcel knows
anything about this.

- Mr. Marston.
Please have a seat.

I'm sorry to tell you that your
father has been murdered.

- But I was the one who was
supposed to be under threat.

- We suspect
it's the same killer.

Do you have any thoughts
on this?

- I didn't say this earlier

Because I was afraid it would
make things worse.

But look what happened anyway.

My entire family's been killed.

- What is it, mr. Marston?

- I've an idea
of who the killer is.

- Who?

- The grimecrux family.

In the bid, most of the others
backed off early,

But that family was persistent.

There are rumours that
they're a shady bunch.

I'm scared, detective.

- Well, that certainly
narrows it down.

We'll look into this family.

- Thank you so much.

I'll rejoin the constable
I left in the hall.

- I've heard of the grimecruxes.

- Oh?

- I didn't want to say anything
in front of the poor fella,

But depending
on who you talk to,

They're either
a respectable family,

Or they're a gang of criminals.

(humming)

(gasping)

- They lied!

(breathing heavily)

- I did some digging
into the grimecruxes.

It seems the family
has been linked to several
unsolved murders,

But no one has ever
been arrested due to
insufficient evidence.

- See?

Not exactly the saintly type.

- And all of the murders employ
our contract killer's methods.

A single .30 calibre gunshot
to the forehead,

A single, precise stab wound
in the back of the neck,

All whilst entering and exiting
without a trace.

- It all makes the grimecruxes

Look plenty suspicious,
doesn't it?

- And as you mentioned,
all of their dealings
are well-concealed.

But the head of the family,
liam grimecrux,

Just happens to be in prison

At the moment on charges
of embezzlement.

- Hm.

- Penny for your thoughts.

Mr. Grimecrux, are you aware
that your family recently lost

A very heated bidding war
for a property in rosedale?

- It was briefly
mentioned to me.

- Did you have a hand
in commanding this bid?

(chuckling)

- Gentleman, I'm stuck
here in prison.

I can barely make
a phone call when I wish.

I only learned about it
after the bid closed.

- Your family must have been
very sore when they didn't win.

Sore enough, perhaps,
to kill the ones who did.

- That's a load of rubbish.

Killing someone is not going
to turn over the land.

Now what's this all about?

- Mr. Grimecrux, we need
your assistance

In identifying the killer
in these murder cases.

From two years ago,
a .33-calibre bullet

To the forehead of a banker
named mr. Robbie simons,

Who was seated at a diner.

A high precision shot
from a long-range weapon.

From four years ago,

A single stab wound
to the back of the neck.

The victim, a mr. Herman barnes,

Who was suspected of having
borrowed money from loan sharks.

And from three years ago,
a landlord, mr. Earl ecker,

Was found dead with double coil
wire marks around his neck.

He was garrotted
at a private lounge.

- And what makes you think

I would know anything
about all this?

- Well, in each of the cases,

Your family was suspected
of being involved.

- Well, good luck trying
to prove that.

- These photographs are from
more recent cases.

Now, we believe the same hitman
is behind these cases.

Tell us who.

- Mr. Grimecrux, if you can
provide us with information,

Perhaps we can provide you

With leniency
on your current jail term.

- These look like they could be
the work of a mr. M.

Or so I've heard.

- Mr. M?

- Don't play games, sunshine.

Who's mr. M?
- I don't know his identity.

Only that he's a ruthless
and efficient killer

And available for hire to anyone
who has the money to pay.

- Sir, I find his claims
that he had nothing to do

With the previously unsolved
murders hard to believe.

- Indeed. Look, murdoch,
one day, we'll come back
to those cases.

We'll return to grimecrux.

- But we promised him leniency

In exchange for what
he's told us.

- What's a promise to a killer?

One day his dodgy dealings will
catch up with him eventually.

- Sirs. There's been a call
from miss hart.

She says the blood that
was found on the steak knife

At the restaurant
was not the victim's.

- Well, whose blood was it then?

- It's impossible to know.

- Perhaps mr. Marston
got a couple of digs in

Before he went
to the great beyond.

- Hm.

(barking in the distance)

(eerie music)

(panting)

(grunting)

(gasps)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

- Did you see any mention
of this mr. M

In the files, murdoch?
- I did not, sir.

I think this warrants
a closer look.

There has to be something
we've missed.

- Let's have a look at this one.

"before and after the gunshot,
local residents,

A miss aidy cooper
and a mr. Tom hewey,

Reported seeing
a milk truck being parked
a block from woolworth's,

The butcher's..." blah,
dee-blah-dee-blah-dee-blah.

Bloody useful information.

What is it, higgins?
- Well, I forgot

To hand you my notes from
the phone box interviews, sirs.

- Oh, great, more interviews.

It's like picking pennies up
in front of a steamroller.

- Now, hold on just a moment.

- What is it?
- In the barnes case, sir.

Uh, "two hotel staff
and one guest reported seeing

A milk truck drive by
at the time,

Even though no milk deliveries
were scheduled."

- So what?

- The simons case you were
just reading...

Someone reported
seeing a milk truck near
the scene of the crime.

- Yes.
- That's funny.

I spoke to a local
who said there was a milk truck
parked by the phone box.

- What's a milk truck doing
in all of this?

(breathing heavily)

- A milk truck also
in the ecker case.

And this is the oldest file

That we have going back
five years.

The murder of mr. Lorne parker.

A single bullet wound
to the forehead

During a private fitting at
a tailor's on claremont avenue.

A witness, a miss nancy withers,
age seven,

Saw a man exit a milk truck
on the same street!

And I quote, "he was
not my mr. Milkman.

He was a different
mr. Milkma..."

Mr. M.
- Mr. M.

- Good lord.

Our contract killer
is a milkman?

- Bloody hell.
(knocking on door)

- William, sorry
for the interruption.

I'm finished at the clinic,

But I'm heading to effie's,
perhaps for the night.

- Is everything all right?

- Ah, she still thinks
that her neighbour

Is up to something nefarious.

I did actually speak
with mr. Mcdowell yesterday

And he was quite strange.

- Her neighbour.

He's a milkman!

- Ah, yes. What of it?

- Julia, the contract killer

That we are looking for
may be a milkman.

Did you happen to notice
if he was injured?

Ah, did he have any wounds?

- Yes! On his arm.
That's what was so strange.

It was fresh, but it looked as
if he'd stitched it up himself.

- He worked for lakeside
dairy, I believe.

I saw the tag on his uniform.

- Sir, the man I spoke to
said that it was

A lakeside dairy truck
by the phone booth.

- Effie was right.
- Right about what?

- Her neighbour.

- Come on.

Why aren't you working?
(phone clicking)

- There's no use
calling for help.

We cut the telephone line.

- Curiosity killed the cat.

- Whoa, whoa.

(gasping, grunting)

(screams)

- It is a shame you didn't
just mind your own business,
mrs. Crabtree.

(breathing heavily)

- A milkman. That's him.

- He's dead.

- Our murderer is murdered.

- Sir, effie seems to think
there are two of them.

(breathing heavily)

- You're not mr. Mcdowell!

- You're right about that.

- So, there are two of you?
- Not anymore.

- What did you do?
- What do you think?

My husband was a vicious killer.

The world is better now
that it's rid of him and,

As much as I regret it,
you're to meet the same fate.

Milk will do your body good.

Open wide!

(screaming)

(spits)

(groaning)
- toronto constabulary!

Stop! Come here!

- Sit down! Don't move!

- Are you all right, effie?

- Yes, I'm fine.

Curiosity may have
killed the cat,

But satisfaction
brought it back.

- So, the truth.

Who are you, really?

- My name is daniel dunn.

- And what's your relationship
to the mcdowells?

- It's quite a story.

I first met ken mcdowell
some years ago.

Seeing the similarities
in our physical appearance,

Ken hired me to replace him each
time he went on an assignment.

On top of his persona
as a milkman,

Ken would always have
an airtight alibi.

Whenever a murder was committed,

He was always at home,
with his loving wife.

- And you knew of this?

- And you went along
with it? Why?

- Over time, daniel and I
fell in love.

We planned to get rid
of my husband,

Take his money
and start life anew.

And we would've been able to,

Had mrs. Nosy parker
kept out of all this.

- That's why you poisoned
your husband?

- Well, he would have seen
a weapon coming

From a mile away.

But he didn't expect
a wee bit of cyanide
in his glass of warm milk.

- Then you tried
to kill mrs. Crabtree.

- Pity she doesn't care for pie.

- Your husband may have been
the killer,

But the two of you have both
committed heinous crimes.

You'll likely hang for them.

- Those portraits came down
quickly enough.

- Gentlemen.

Have you found
my father's killer?

- We have.

Mr. Marston,
do you recognize these?

They are personal cheques
that were found

Amongst the possessions
of the late mr. Ken mcdowell.

They bear your name
and signature.

- I have no idea what those are.

I don't even recall the man.

- You hired the assassin, mr. M.

He even placed a fake telephone
call here to mr. Tibbins.

Perhaps because
you couldn't figure out

Your brother's schedule based on
mr. Tibbins' shorthand.

- You were greedy
and quick to take over.

You had your father
and brother killed.

After the bid, you put
the blame on an easy scapegoat.

- What? That's preposterous!

I am the next victim!

- Marcel marston,
you are under arrest

For soliciting murder and
for fabricating evidence
to the police.

- Come here.

- Well, I certainly
didn't imagine

Such precarious adventure when
I moved to the neighbourhood.

- I'm glad you're all right now.

I was quite worried about you.
- Mm.

Mrs. Halston!

- Oh, hello.

I find that the hardest part

Of staying at home
is the restlessness.

Hopefully, when george returns,
I can cope better.

- Oh, I'm sure you will.

- I wonder if that stray's
going to return.

I haven't seen him in a week.

I pray that he's all right.

- That reminds me, mrs. Halston.

There's, um, someone
I'd like you to meet.

(squeaking)

Hello.

- For me?

Oh, you're beautiful.

- I know how much
you admired the stray

And I thought
it would be suitable for you
to have one of your own.

- Oh, I can't thank you enough.
Hello.

Hello, darling.

I have a knuckle bone
you might like.

Oh. Oh, there.

Oh, no!
You can't do that on my lap.

(laughing)

(♪♪)

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