All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S17E18 1080p WEBRip x264-BAE_track3_[eng]

(theme music)

(cackling)

- Oh, you'll not be laughing

When she comes for you,
my friends.

Barefoot and babbling
in her bloody white gown.

She haunts the cemetery
looking for men to beguile.

If you see her, look away.

Once her eyes meet yours,
all is lost.

You'll be a helpless minion
for the woman in white.

You'll die for her,
kill for her,

Wreak the vengeance that in life
she never could.

And if you believe that,

I got a bridge in brooklyn
I'd like to sell you!

(all laughing)

Well, I do believe
I'm just sozzled enough...

...To take an evening drive
in the country air.

(patrons mumbling)

(engine revving)

(yawning)

(eerie music)

(thudding)

Mother of god.

(birds chirping)

- He's missing an ear, sir.

- Must have been torn off
by the vehicle.

- Well, I don't see it
around anywhere.

Ear today, gone tomorrow.

(chuckling)
as it were.

No. I'm sorry, sir.

Uh...

Fellow likely stepped out
in front of a car.

Do you think it was an accident?

- I don't believe so, henry.

Judging from by the number
of tire tracks,

The driver likely backed up
and rolled over

The victim a number of times.

This was murder.

- All right. Thank you.

We'll be in touch if we have
any further questions.

He was cutting through
the cemetery, sir,

When he found the body
lying here.

Other than that,
he knows nothing.

- Orville sproul.
Forty-five years of age.

- Ah, and what's this, sir?

- Looks to be an awl.

The victim was likely
a leather worker.

- So, what do we do now?

- We look for the vehicle.

- Oh, sir, isn't it likely
long gone by now?

- Well, it's probably damaged,
henry, and very close by.

- Wha-- on foot, sir?

- Yes. The exercise
will do us good.

- Nothing was stolen?

- Not as far as I can tell.

- I don't understand.
If no crime was committed--

- Certainly,
this is a criminal act.

- I take it
you don't usually display

Your wares in such a fashion?

- Of course not!

Someone broke in last night
and fiddled with my meat!

(crabtree): It's quite
elaborately done.

The-the eiffel tower?
It's ingenious, really.

- Find it funny, do you?

- Not at all! I'm just saying

Look at all the attention
it's getting.

Is it not free advertising?

- Someone broke into my store!

You know, all that food?

Now I gotta throw it out!

(sighs)
- who else has access

To the store?
- No one. I own the building.

I rent out the adjacent
storefronts to a bookseller

And a hat maker.

We live in the apartments
above our stores.

- And there was no signs
of forced entry?

- None. I-I've no idea
how the intruder got in.

- Mr. Peach,

What's your relationship
with your tenants like?

- Excellent. They love me.

- Mr. Peach overstates
my affection for him

And the rent increase
hasn't helped.

- He raised your rent?

- For the second time this year.

- Did you have anything
to do with the goings-on

Inside his store?

- What are you talking about?

- Well, somebody rearranged
his wares in bizarre displays;

Towers of beef upon pork;

Shingles of mutton;

Columns of sausage.

(clears throat)

- I can assure you
that wasn't me,

But something odd occurred
in my store, as well.

- Oh, really?
- Look what they did

To my books!

All the spines are facing in!

- Meat sculptures?

Are you seriously
asking me this?

- I'm just doing my job, ma'am.

- Then you should leave me
to do mine,

So I can earn enough to cover
this exorbitant rent increase.

- Mr. Peach raised
your rent as well?

- Mm-hmm.

- Did you argue
with him about it?

- I complained, vehemently.

And I suspect mr. Peach
has engaged in some sort

Of campaign of mischief
in order to rattle me. Look!

- I don't understand.

(scoffs)
- does this look like

Emu to you?

- I've never seen an emu before.

- My feathers have all been
rearranged and mislabelled!

- I see.

(higgins): Come on, lads!
Put some muscle into it!

My grandmother could do better!

(murdoch): I'm not sure shouting
at them

Will help them go
any faster, henry.

- What do you recommend?

- Perhaps you could help them?

- Sir.

All right.

(struggling grunts)

- All right.

Ah-ha!

Mr. Sproul's ear.

We have our murder weapon.

And soon we will have
the murderer.

Run down by an automobile.
You're thinking it's murder?

- The evidence thus far points
to a deliberate killing.

- I did some digging
on your victim.

- What did you find?

- Nothing particularly
noteworthy.

Orville sproul was a bachelor
who made leather goods.

His neighbours said
he kept to himself.

They have no idea
why anyone would harm him.

Was he robbed?

- There's money in his wallet.

- Sir.

I've traced that license plate.

- Who's the owner?
- A mr. Charlie hall.

(mysterious music)

- I knew you coppers'd find me.

A little quicker
than I imagined.

- Are you admitting
you murdered orville sproul?

- Yes. I mean, no, no.

I...
(sighs)

I hit him with my car,
but it wasn't my fault.

- Whose fault was it, then?

- The woman in white.

- I beg your pardon?

- It's a local legend.

I-I never...
I never believed it,

But I saw her last night.
She was near the cemetery.

Barefoot and bedraggled with her
hollow eyes and gaping maw.

(breathing heavily)

A-and then bam, my car
hit something.

I didn't know it was a man
until I backed up

To-to see what I ran over.

- Running over him
a second time.

- And-and then I... I panicked.

Mother o' god.

(tires screeching)

- Then ran over him
a third time.

Had you been drinking,
by chance?

- A little. But that's no crime.

- Unfortunately, no.

But leaving the scene
of an accident is.

- What can I do for you,
mr. Peach?

- It's gotten worse.
- So very much worse.

- I would say
exponentially worse.

- What's happened now?

(intriguing music)

(gasps)
- that's one of my hats!

- That's 30 pounds
of prime beef ruined.

- That's my book.

- Your what?

- That novel.

I wrote that.

- You're george crabtree?

- I love your work.

- Thank you.
Is it selling at all?

- Uh... Not particularly.

- Right. Then, let's get inside

And we'll get to the bottom
of this.

(laughing)

- This is so exciting.

We just don't get stores
like these in puslinch!

- Oh, well, this is
a wonderful milliner.

(gasps)
oh, my!

- They certainly do things
differently in the big city.

- Indeed, they do.

Shall we continue?
- Yes, yes.

- Do you think a murder
charge will stick?

- According to mr. Hall,
a ghostly woman in white

Orchestrated the car accident,

Which is either
deliberate fabrication,

Or a figment of his imagination.

- Hall may try to use his
intoxication as an excuse.

- Regardless,

Charlie hall killed
orville sproul with his car.

(phone ringing)
oh.

(high-pitched feedback)

Ju-just a moment!

Detective murdoch.

Oh! Miss hart. Yes.

I see. Right.

Thank you.

Uh, charlie hall did not kill
orville sproul with his car.

According to miss hart,
mr. Sproul was already dead

When mr. Hall hit him
with his car.

He'd been stabbed
in the chest.

(man): I saw her
with my own eyes!

The woman in white!

(constable): I don't know
what you're talking about.

You'll have to explain.

- Sir, may we help you?

- I saw the woman in white.

Last night. She was wandering
between the graves,

Staring with those
vacant eyes.

I saw her and she saw me!

I feared for my life.

- That sounds like the woman
charlie hall saw last night.

- Are you up for a stroll
through the graveyard?

- Sir.

- The premises have been
thoroughly searched.

There's no signs
of forced entry.

- Correct.

- The locks have been changed.

Nobody can gain access to your
businesses without these keys.

- Thank you.

- So there should be
no more mischief.

- Well, unless the perpetrator's
slipping through the walls.

- Like a phantom.

- A phantom?
Oh, you don't think?

- No, I don't think
it was a phantom!

(eerie music)

No! It-it...

That is not something
a rational member

Of the toronto constabulary
would think.

So, no, I do not think that.

(exhales)

(birds chirping)

- I was sittin' over there
on the bench

And I saw the woman in white.

- She was walking
in this direction.

- Then what did you do?

- Being a god-fearing man,

I'm not ashamed to tell you,
I ran.

- Right.

Uh, we'll contact you

With our findings. Thank you.

- Perhaps we should speak
to the inhabitants

In that place?
They might know something.

(woman gasps)

- Could that be
our woman in white?

- Have you become a believer?

- I believe I may have
just seen a woman.

She was wearing white.

Movements were strange.

- Everything about
this is strange.

(knocking)

- Toronto constabulary!

(rapid footsteps approaching)

- What do you want?

- I'm detective william murdoch.

- Yes. Clarence grundy.
Again, what do you want?

- The woman upstairs.
Is she your wife?

- Yes. My lovely camilla.

- I'd like to have
a word with her.

- Mm. Now's not a good time.

(woman): Clarence! Help!

- Uh...

(tense music)

- Good god.

- Help! Please!
- It's all right, miss.

- Clarence!
- You're safe now.

- Help me!
- Camilla!

- What on earth is this?
- It's for her own good.

- I highly doubt that.

Mr. Grundy, you are under arrest
for unlawful restraint.

- I...
- Hold there. I can help you.

- No.
(sighs)

Ugh, you don't understand!

- We understand just fine.
You are in need of help.

(clarence): Yes, she is.
On that we agree.

- Please! Please!
I'm a somnambulist!

- Uh, is that another
word for murderer?

- Oh, camilla. Not again.

(tense music)

- This is dr. Julia ogden

And she is going
to be performing

A psychological assessment.

- Oh! Um, I'm not feeble-minded.

- No one said you were.
I'm simply here to ensure

That you're of sound mind.

Do those abrasions hurt?

- Oh, no, I've... I've grown
accustomed to the straps.

- How long have you
been sleepwalking?

- Since I was 13.

And I don't just walk.

I do all kinds of things
in my sleep.

Um, I never remember afterwards,
but I've heard the tales.

- Mrs. Grundy,
what did your husband mean

When he said, "oh, no,
camilla. Not again?"

- Um, well,

I had a cat and I loved him,

But...

I killed him
when I was sleepwalking.

Strangled him
with my bare hands.

- Oh, dear.

- That's why I started
using the straps.

I was afraid
I would do more evil.

- A man named orville sproul
has been killed,

Stabbed in the chest.

Witnesses report seeing
a woman dressed in white

Wandering near the cemetery.

- I don't know anything
about that.

- Were you wearing
your restraints

The night before last?

- Oh, um, no.

Um, it had just been so long

Since there was an incident
and we just thought, um...

Well, um, we were of a mind

To have intimate relations,
so we went without.

I-I don't know that dead man,
poor soul.

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

- Detective murdoch, I'd like
a bit of privacy

To further examine mrs. Grundy.

- Of course, doctor.

I await your assessment.

(mr. Peach): Please, please,
we demand to see the constable!

(higgins): We're surrounded
by constables. Pick one.

- Not just any constable.
It has to be him!

- There he is!

- We need you, george crabtree!

- Uh, what can I--

What happened to you?

- He was pushed down
the basement stairs

By the ghost.

- There is no ghost!

- There is.
I've heard voices at night.

- The floorboards creak.
- There are strange odours.

- And what exactly
would you have me do

About these admittedly strange,

But also perfectly explicable,
goings-on?

- Investigate!
- Investigate what?

- The previous owner
of the building. She died.

- Her name was gladys nutter.

- We think she's haunting us.

- You need to figure out
how to make her leave.

- Do you have a diagnosis?

- Camilla grundy
is a somnambulist.

Sleepwalking
is a legitimate phenomenon.

- So, you believe she murdered
orville sproul in her sleep?

- Well, I'm not willing
to speculate.

Frankly, it would be
unethical for me

To further discuss the private
health concerns of a patient.

- Patient?

- Yes. I've decided to serve

As mrs. Grundy's
personal physician.

- And I believe I also know
who her personal lawyer will be.

(sighs)

(higgins exhales)

- And how goes the mighty
ghost hunter?

- Well, I'm trying to remain
objective, henry.

I mean, these people need help.

I can't very well ignore
them entirely.

I'll look through a few records,
shuffle a few papers.

The least I can do is give
the appearance

Of making an effort.

- What have you got so far?

- Gladys nutter's
death certificate,

Which gives the date
of her death,

The place of interment,

Wisteria grove necropolis,

But doesn't provide
cause of death.

- Hm.

- Thank you very much
for coming in.

Identifying mrs. Grundy
as the woman you saw

In your cemetery will help
our case tremendously.

- Glad to help, detective.

- Excuse me, sir?

You're the caretaker
at wisteria grove necropolis,

Aren't you?
- I am. Gary cardinal.

- Constable george crabtree.
I'm investigating

A-a case that involves a woman
buried in your cemetery.

- There are hundreds
buried there.

- Her name is gladys nutter.

- Aww.

You won't find mrs. Nutter's
grave in my cemetery.

- No? It says here--

- You won't find it
because it's unmarked,

Like all the graves of suicides.

I make it my business
to remember them

Because no one else does.

- She killed herself?

- God rest her soul.

Hanged herself in her basement.

There's no gravestone,

But I planted a pine tree
there in her memory.

- Well, thank you, sir.

- Hanged herself.

In the basement,

Which is where the bookseller
was shoved down the stairs.

Henry, you know what this means?

- Dear god. It is a ghost.

(chuckling)

- Ugh...

- You're so very sure
that you're right.

- Why would mrs. Grundy--

...Return home and remove
all evidence of her crime

If she wasn't conscious
of what she had done?

- Well, I disagree.
There are numerous documented

Cases of people doing bizarre
things in their sleep.

Preparing elaborate meals,

Jumping out of windows
and attacking loved ones.

- Mrs. Grundy's actions
seem planned and deliberate.

Which is why
I will be testifying

On behalf of the crown.

- Well, sleepwalking
has been deemed

A legitimate defense
for other murder suspects

And it should be
no different for mrs. Grundy,

Which is why I will be
testifying for the defense.

(tango music on piano)

- Effie, are you ready
to learn the tango?

- I was born ready, george.

Now, slow, slow.

- Quick, quick, slow.

I have to admit,
I'm a bit nonplussed.

I promised myself I wasn't going
to get lured into this case.

Now I find myself flirting
with the paranormal again.

- Left foot slide.
- Left foot slide. Oh, sorry.

- I'm feeling a bit
frazzled myself.

Not sure how I'm going
to pull off

This sleepwalking defense.

- Mrs. Crabtree, you know
you're going to win this case.

- Thank you, mr. Crabtree.

Now, regrettably,
I must cut this lesson short.

I have lots to prepare
for tomorrow. Big day.

Somnambulism has clear
legal precedent,

Having been successfully argued
in at least two prior cases.

It is my intention to prove
to this court

That mrs. Camilla grundy
was sleepwalking

On the night
of orville sproul's death

And is therefore not
criminally responsible.

- Thank you.

The prosecution
has the floor.

- Thank you, your honour.
(clears throat)

Esteemed members of the jury,

The, uh, crown will not insult
your intelligence

By addressing my learned
friend's claims of somnambulism.

Instead, we will call
to the stand

Our first expert witness,

Detective william murdoch.

Detective murdoch,

Mrs. Grundy has claimed
she never met the deceased.

Do you dispute that claim?

- I do.

- And why is that?

- My search of
the police records

Has revealed that last year,

Mr. Sproul reported mrs. Grundy

To the toronto constabulary
for shoplifting.

- Reporting on a shoplifting?

And would you consider that
motive for murder?

- I've known people
to kill for less.

- No further questions.

- Your honour, the defense
requests a recess.

- Granted.

(people murmuring)

- Why did you conceal the fact
that you knew mr. Sproul?

- Because it looks bad that
he reported me to the police.

- You're right.
It gives the appearance

You wanted revenge.
- No. No, not at all.

When I told him that I needed
the leather for the restraints,

He withdrew the charge.

Orville was a kind man.

- Did you and he become friends?

- He said he would make
the restraining device for me

If I would just sit and read
walt whitman to him.

- Walt whitman, the poet?

- Mm-hmm. And oscar wilde
and rossetti.

We'd spend hours reading
and chatting while he worked.

He was a sensitive,
artistic soul.

- I take it your relationship
was platonic.

- Oh, completely.

I love my husband.

And, um...

Well, I don't really think
that mr. Sproul fancied ladies.

We were just friends.

(sniffling)

He was a good friend.

(sniffling)
I think I've killed my friend.

(crabtree): Do you think
mrs. Grundy

Will be found guilty, sir?

- If rational minds prevail.

How is your investigation
coming along?

- Sir, I believe the ghost
of gladys nutter

Is terrorizing
the building's tenants.

(softly): The world
has gone mad.

- Beg pardon, sir?

- I thought you were attempting

A more rational approach
this time?

- Yes, sir. Indeed, I am.
That's why I've come

To ask for your help
in proving this scientifically.

I have in my possession
an ingenious invention

Given me by my father-in-law,

Which can detect the presence
of otherworldly beings.

The use of your night vision
camera would be very useful.

- Is that right?

- Yes. And, uh,

What's that, uh,
ballo... Bolo...

- Bolometer.

- What does that detect exactly?

- Infrared heat.

- Yes. That would be
very useful, as well.

Unless, I suppose it's possible

That ghosts don't
generate body heat.

In fact, most people report

Feeling a cold chill
as a ghost walks by.

- I suppose I could calibrate it

To detect lower than normal
body temperatures.

- Sir! Splendid!
I accept your offer.

- You accept...? I...

All right, george. Yes.

All in the name of science.

- Excellent!

- I just don't understand

Why you didn't tell me
that mr. Sproul

Had reported
mrs. Grundy for stealing.

- As an officer of the law,

I am not obliged to help
defense attorneys win cases.

(scoffs)

- Why are you so sure that
mrs. Grundy is a killer?

- Julia, I do not wish
to fight with you.

You should be aiming your ire
at camilla grundy

For lying to you about her
association with the victim.

- She had her reasons for lying,
although misguided.

- I'm sure she also had her
reasons for claiming amnesia.

- Somnambulism!

Not amnesia, william!

- Call it what you will.

It's all deception.

- Oh!

(tango music on piano)

- Slow, slow.

- Quick, quick, slow.

I can't believe I neglected
to look into the police files.

I was too focused on that
sleepwalking defense.

- Effie, it's a small obstacle

That you're going
to work through.

I'm sure you're going
to win this case.

- You really think so?
- Yes, I'm sure of it.

Just as I'm sure
I'm about to come face to face

With the supernatural.

- So you're leaving?

- Effie, I have to.

Detective murdoch is tuning
the bolometer

So he can help me scientifically
prove that ghosts exist.

- That's wonderful, darling.

- I love you, mrs. Crabtree.

- I--

...Love you, mr. Crabtree.

(door opens and closes)

(whirring)

- Right then. Miss driscoll,
you take this device.

This can detect the presence
of ghosts,

Phantoms,
non-humans in general.

Ah, mr. Peach, you take
the night vision camera.

This can photograph things

Even hidden in the darkness.

Mr. Bland, you keep an eye
on the ouija board.

The dead might try
to communicate with us

Through this. And I...

...Will operate the bolometer,

Which can reveal...

Invisible entities.

Right then. If we're ready,
let's get on with it.

(ominous music)

(devices whirring)

We are here...

To contact the spirit

Of gladys nutter.

Spirit, please reveal yourself.

(sniffing)

Do you smell that?

- A woodsy scent,
like pine needles.

- Pine?

Gladys nutter
has a pine tree

Instead of the headstone
at her grave.

(gasping)

Gladys nutter,

Are you here with us?
Give us a sign!

(thudding)

(gasping)

(thudding)

(creaking)

(rumbling)

(thudding)

(elderly woman):
Get out of my house!

Get out of my house.

Get out of my house!

- Oh.

- Good lord.

Ah, check your instruments.

Oh my god.

That's her.

We have her.

Wait 'til detective murdoch
sees this.

- Mr. Cardinal,
describe what you witnessed

On the night in question.

- I was enjoying the moonlight

After doing my rounds,

And then I saw her.

(ominous music)

(woman murmuring softly)

(hysterical laughter)

(sighs)

- What are you looking at?

- She was wandering around,

Muttering to herself

And staring with empty eyes.

- Now, do these seem to be
the actions of someone

In control of their
own capacities?

Or, rather,
someone who's stumbling about

In the wilderness of their own
unconscious mind?

- Now, mr. Hall, you left
the tavern around midnight?

- The witching hour.
I-I did indeed.

- I see. And can you tell us

What happened as you were
driving along shadd cary bend?

(mr. Hall): I turned a corner

And there she was lingering
by the cemetery,

Her gown was pure white,

White as the driven snow.

And then...

(thudding)

(tires skid)

(judge): Cross-examination,
counselor?

- Mr. Hall, you state
that mrs. Grundy's gown

Was pure white,
white as the driven snow.

- 'twas.

Ghostly and-and gleaming
in the... In the...

Under the full moon.

- And you spotted her
immediately before

You ran over mr. Sproul,
is that correct?

- He was already dead.
The body was lying in the road.

- The crown suggests that
mrs. Grundy stabbed mr. Sproul

Just before he was run over
by mr. Hall.

Now, if that is the case,
then how did mrs. Grundy manage

To keep her gown "pure white,

White as the driven snow,"
after she allegedly

Stabbed a man to death?

- Objection! Your honour,
a drunkard's hazy recollection

About the colour
of a woman's frock

Can hardly be deemed
reliable testimony.

Two witnesses have placed
camilla grundy at the scene

Of orville sproul's murder.

Why else would
she have been there

Without nefarious intent?

- Your honour, I intended to ask
mrs. Grundy this exact question

While she is under hypnosis.

In order to retrieve
mrs. Grundy's recollections

Of the night in question,

Dr. Ogden will be
hypnotizing her.

Now, if we could please
clear the gallery

And dim the lights.

(murmuring)

(mysterious music)

(julia): You feel warm and safe.

You're awake, but calm.

Your eyes growing heavy

As I count down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Now, you're walking
through the graveyard

On a full-moon night.

Tell me what you see.

(soft eerie music)

(whispering): Lucifer.

- What's that?

- Lucifer.

Oh, lucifer. Lucifer!

Lucifer! Lucifer!

- Order! I demand you end this.

- You will awaken!

(effie): Your honour, may I have

A moment alone with my client?

- Step down, mrs. Grundy.

(sighs)

- Lucifer was our cat.
Our tabby.

- And, uh, what became
of this cat?

I remind you, mr. Grundy,
you are under oath.

- Camilla killed him.

While she was sleepwalking.

Strangled him
with her bare hands.

Uh, please, have mercy
on my good camilla.

She's a good woman.
She's harmless while she's awake

And-and not responsible
for her actions while asleep.

- The prosecution rests.

- The court will take a recess.

You may step down, mr. Grundy.

- We need to find some way
to prove that you weren't

In control of your actions
that night.

- I do have an idea.

- How long do you expect
the jury to waste their time

Watching this murderer sleep?

- We are well aware
of how eagerly

You wish to condemn
this poor woman,

But the judge has ruled
to allow this process.

You must simply allow it
to play out.

(soft eerie music)

- This proves nothing.

- Patience, counselor.

- Lovely.

(muttering softly)

(sighs)

- Mere playacting.
- Shh.

- You can't really expect us
to believe she's asleep.

(glass shattering)

- Oh.

(crunching)
- oh, dear god.

(all murmuring)

Camilla! Wake up!
(camilla screaming)

- Anything further, counselor?

- Uh, no, your honour,
not at this time.

(camilla crying)
- this court is adjourned.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

- We have, your honour.

We find the defendant,
camilla grundy...

...Not guilty of the murder
of orville sproul.

(indistinct chatter)

- Thank you.

(sniffing)
- pine needles.

- It's the ghost
of gladys nutter.

Reveal yourself, spirit!

(creaking)

(elderly woman): Get out
of my house!

Get out of my house!

- Sir, I told you!

- George.

Perhaps the addition

Of radio frequency
to the bolometer...

(knocking)

...Has enabled it to, uh...

Enabled it to see
what's behind the wall.

(elderly woman): Get out
of my house, get out!

Oh!
(spraying)

(coughing)

- Pine needles.

- Your name is perry solano?

- It is.

- How did you end up
living behind the walls

Of mr. Peach's building?

- It's mrs. Nutter's building,
not his.

- You knew gladys nutter?

- Very well.

She wanted to rent out
her building, so she hired me

To convert it into three
separate businesses.

- You then took it upon yourself

To torment the residents
after she died.

- She promised she'd leave me
the property in her will.

I was like a son to her.

- So, what,
she went back on her word?

- The will was never found.

So the city sold
off my property.

- It's not your property.

- I know that building
better than anyone.

Climbing behind the walls,

Searching for the missing will
at night.

- But you never found it,

So you decided to scare

The residents
out of the building.

- It was a brilliant plan.

And when I heard that
the famous writer

Constable george crabtree
was on the case,

I knew my plan would work.

I've heard you believe
in all sorts

Of otherworldly things.

- I suppose I should
congratulate you

On mrs. Grundy's acquittal.

- Yes, you should.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- Even if...

Mrs. Grundy was sleepwalking

When she murdered
orville sproul,

Shouldn't there be consequences?

- Well, you're entitled
to your beliefs.

- There has to be
something I've missed.

- Let it go.

- There's something about

Mrs. Grundy's relationship
with orville sproul.

(scoffs)

What led him to the graveyard

At that time of night
in the first place?

And how did she happen
to be there at the same time?

- You're torturing yourself.

(sighs)
perhaps you just need to accept

That you're not always right.

(playful music)

Yes, hello, operator.

Detective llewellyn watts
on maitland street, please.

(distant laughing)

- Here's the last
of the evidence

Retrieved from
orville sproul's residence.

- Thank you, watts.

I realize my late-night request
for help is highly unusual.

- Mm, yes, considering the case
has already been tried.

- I simply cannot rid my mind
of the feeling

That there is more to this
murder than meets the eye.

- I could help you if I knew
what you were looking for.

Ooh, oscar wilde.

- Therein lies the rub,
detective.

I have no idea.

- Well, what if I return home?

- She set the entire thing up.

- D-d-don't do this!
I-I-I love you!

- Confess, you heartless
bastard. Confess!

- Tell me.

- No, camilla, stop. Please!

- You let me think
that I killed her cat.

But I remembered
in the courtroom

When I saw that
pocket watch swinging.

You killed lucifer.
You strangled him

With your watch chain! Admit it!

(clarence): I-I confess!
I did it. I...

You loved that cat
more than me and I...

- And orville?

You killed him, too, didn't you?

Confess!

- Mrs. Grundy, stop.

You sent the note
to orville sproul, didn't you?

It was you who sent the message.

Answer me, or I will let
your wife finish her business.

- I thought they were having
an affair.

So I got rid of him.

I knew they wouldn't
convict you, camilla.

- Mr. Grundy,
you are under arrest

For the murder
of orville sproul.

- Morning, mr. Solano!

- Morning, constable!

- You're still here?

- The store owners agreed
to drop all charges

If I repair the damage
I caused

And do some building
maintenance.

- It's not much of a job.
Do it again.

- There's a creaky floorboard
in my shop.

- As soon as I'm done here,
I'll head on over.

- I'll catch my death

If you don't seal
these drafty windows!

- Mr. Solano, I believe
you fared better a phantom.

(clicking)

(whirring)

(upbeat tango music plays)

A toast to my
brilliant wife.

- And to my delightful husband.

- Congratulations on winning
your case, effie.

- Congratulations on solving
yours, george.

- Mrs. Crabtree?

- Mr. Crabtree?

(♪♪)

Constable.
- Oh.

(theme music)