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Jesus, Mary and...

It's like crawling up
an old pig's arse.

The body's nearly eight days old.

I was told the state would be
otherwise. Naught I can do now.

I'll make it work,
but I may not accept delivery next time.

Keep beating, damn you. Come on.

Dammit!

- Why's this door even locked?
- Same reason why the room is soundproof: privacy.

If someone's in the middle of
a session and we just burst in...

Right, right.

I still don't think this is right.

You can either unlock that door...

or I can arrest you for obstruction
and I'll just unlock it myself.

Stay back.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Not a step further.

Good morning.

I trust you slept well.

I slept like I hadn't a care
in the world.

A benefit, no doubt, of having a refined
young woman such as yourself in the house.

Did you notice the gown
on the chair?

I bought it for you.

No.

It's a gift, my dear.

A token of my esteem.

Please don't deny me
this happiness.

It's... lovely. Thank you.

You will look exquisite.

Gladys can do
any necessary alterations

if there's something not to your liking,
but there won't be.

I have an eye for figures.

Yours especially.

When will I be going home?

Are you not happy here?

Is there... something you lack?

I want for nothing, truly.

I draw such comfort
from my father's Bible.

It helps me strengthen
my resolve...

To remain a good...
honourable girl.

Breakfast is in exactly
10 minutes. Don't be late.

Wear the dress.

Surely the Devil's Elbow
can be reformed.

There are many facets
to the problem.

Everything we might consider
essential - education,

cleanliness, even their health -
is an afterthought.

Because it must be.
They are perpetually working.

Then how do we help them to
secure better work to allow for balance?

It's difficult in this class system
in the absence of education.

Then we teach them to read.

- I must speak to her!
- Please...

I'm sorry, ma'am. I tried.

Forgive this boorish intrusion,
my dear Mrs. Simcoe,

but you're the only person
who can aid me.

I've just lost my beloved friend
Terrence and I am not myself.

No.

Oh, Monsieur Rondeau.

Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.

Let God be your refuge
and your strength.

Please have a seat,
Monsieur Rondeau.

Thank you.

I am so terribly sorry
for the loss of your friend.

Thank you.
There has been so much death.

Too much.

I come to you, dearest lady,

because you are my one chance
to make things right

with his spirit
before I leave town.

I would be forever in your debt if
you would use your formidable talents

to reach Terrence
beyond the veil of death.

That's a preposterous request.

- I'm aware of how it sounds, but if only...
- But nothing.

I apologize. I don't mean to
interfere with your affairs, but...

I believe you must refuse.

I haven't had a restful
night's sleep since the seance.

And I would not burden you
with this.

You made yourself very clear, but I have
tried to make contact with him numerous times.

I do not have the strength
of your gift.

- My curse, you mean.
- This is against God.

Mrs. Simcoe, you know the pain
of losing someone...

Someone you love!

With my heart!

I would not ask
if there were any other way.

- An unnatural request borne of unnatural feelings...
- Pastor, that is enough.

The connection I made to
Alistair was entirely unexpected.

I'm not even sure I'll be able
to reach the spirit world again.

I will be here to guide you.

Mrs. Simcoe, please.

I fear for your soul.

I will do it.

I feel I must.

On the condition that Pastor may attend the
seance to protect my soul from damnation.

Of course.

I'm at your disposal.

We can pay what's owed
on the house.

And we may even have enough
to buy back a piece of furniture!

- The Chippendale!
- I want a phonograph for my room.

Tsk. Sister.

You assured me my sacrifice
would bring me comforts.

It will,
but we mustn't lose control.

Your pain is nearly extinguished.

This...
really is the best solution.

Basil will soon cast aside his pitted
cherry and return to your loving arms.

Pitted.

You wicked creature.

Oh!

Oh!

Hide that in case
it's a collector.

I am in no mood for a
conversation by the door today, sister.

Yes, yes.

Mr. Garvey.

Ms. Botticelli.

Where's Verdi?
Is... something wrong?

Not at all.
I've come for her things.

- But Verdi's on loan to you.
- The arrangement has changed.

Well, that's not proper...

or acceptable.

And as her beloved family,
we do not consent.

It's a humble room, but anyone
would be glad for that bed, that desk.

You wouldn't.
Nor would your sister.

Verdi came to us with nothing.

Well, those days
have changed for her.

And by the looks of things,
just beginning for you.

I must say, Mr. Garvey,

had I known our sister would
provide so much joy and pleasure,

I would've asked for more.

Goodbye, Miss Botticelli.

If you're changing the terms of
the deal, if you're going to keep Verdi,

then we require
a new financial arrangement.

I will arrange her head clear off her neck
if I ever lay eyes on our sister again!

Oof.

Detective.

That was rather energetic
knocking.

My apologies.

I became rather concerned when
I couldn't find you at your home.

Have you been here all night?

Can anyone confirm that?

If necessary. Why?

The Widow. She's struck again.

She certainly isn't wasting
any time.

No, she's not. I was hoping you could
come with me to examine the victim's body.

Now, if possible.

- Of course.
- I should warn you. It's... it's a lot to take in.

I've performed autopsies on hundreds of
brutalized bodies, Detective. I'll be fine.

Isn't time of the essence?

I brought this to help you
make contact with Terrence.

It had great meaning for him.

His energy still resides
within it.

I assure you, madam,
you are entirely up to the task.

Shall we begin?

I'm here to protect you.

Breathe deeply.

Release doubt
and sink deep within.

Find the place that keeps
the living from the spirit world.

I call upon the spirits, Isis,

the winged Ahura Mazda,

all beneficent immortals and
peaceful deities of the terma...

allow Terrence Crenshaw
to come and speak with us now.

What is it?

What are your senses telling you?

So much pain.

- This... this should stop now...
- No... What else?

Where am I?

I don't know where I am.

You're here, Regina. You're here.

Oh. She's not Mrs. Simcoe
any longer.

O spirit,

speed through eternal darkness
beyond the gates of the sun

and reveal yourself
in this humble vessel.

I am here...

Terrence?

My one... my all!

Why... do you... raise me?

I am gone.

To tell you...

I wish we had time
to discover what might've been.

I wanted to say a proper goodbye,

before you ford the bitter
waters of the River Styx.

Before I flee.

Where will you... flee to?

Anywhere but here.

I am a hunted man.

Darkness... will follow.

- Darkness?
- She... will follow.

No matter where you go!

She...

Now, this...
this unholy insanity stops now!

Do not... run!

- God's light shines upon us!
- God's love...

I'll stay.
Terrence, do you hear me?

I call upon you, God,
to watch over us!

I'd rather face her here...

cocooned in the warm
remembrance of our embraces!

Terrence!

You wouldn't mind if I...?

Please.

So the wounds...

they were done by an assailant
who was left-handed,

which is consistent with all
of the previous Widow attacks.

But the brutality
of the amputations and...

the opening of the chest cavity...

and the cuts
along the ribs appear...

ragged and messy.

Like the killer was rushed.

Well, I was outside the door...

likely while - ahem -

the Widow was doing this.

How did she escape?

Presumably while I was in the bar,

summoning the barkeep
to unlock the door.

Nonetheless,
she had time to inflict...

a lot of mayhem...

and all while staying clear
of major organs and arteries.

There has to be a reason.

Yeah.

To prolong Salom�'s pain.

How could anyone
possibly endure...?

Here.

Morphine, cocaine or heroin could
keep him from going into shock.

You and Salom�, you were...
you were close.

We were friends.

The Widow...

The Widow wanted Salom�
to feel every cut.

Experience the cruel sensations
as she mutilated him.

Dismembering him.

He was alive through it all,
until...

I can't die like this.

I won't.

I'd rather spend the rest of my
days in jail than suffer like Salom� did.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

The Widow...

in her note,
said that we needed to confess.

So I do.

I confess to my role...

to Basil Garvey's role,

to the great Georges Rondeau's
role...

in a murder.

Of whom?

Margaret Mehar.

If you can magically poof
yourself out of here, be my guest.

Otherwise, sit the fuck down!
You are getting on my nerves!

No point. Darkness will follow.

Darkness is already here. The
good doctor opened her big mouth,

and now that witless copper
thinks one of us is the Widow.

It's not me, obviously.

It's not as obvious
as it may seem.

Yes. Don't you make it a habit
to carve up people for show?

You know, George...
when we get out of here,

I'm gonna find a way
to personally thank you

for doing me
such a great fucking favour.

And I don't need disguises
to put someone in the ground.

No. You have the
constant stream of threats.

If anything,
the lady doth protest too much, methinks.

I'm not the Widow,
you stick-waver.

If anyone's the Widow,
it's the great Georges Rondeau,

master of disguise.

By all means, ladies and gents,
accuse each other.

Makes our jobs easier. Ahem.

Mr. Garvey.

Sir.

Our new superintendent...

would like a word.

If this is some
preferential treatment...

Don't get your knickers
in a knot, Monsieur Rondeau.

You're next.

If I haven't said it before,

I am truly grateful
for your presence of mind.

I shudder to think
what might've happened

if you hadn't stopped the seance
when you did.

Your intentions were admirable,

but... your spirit
has been weakened by grief.

In future, I shall encourage people to
look to our Lord and Saviour for answers

about their dearly departed.

Working at such a young age.
It's inhumane.

This one should do perfectly.

Hello!

I'm Mrs. Simcoe. I have
many lovely books for you.

Would you like to see them
and learn how to read them?

Wonderful. Now...

Think of each letter
like a cog in a machine.

Each has its own job,

and together,
they work to create a word.

The same way a machine creates
a box or a swath of fabric.

Shall we begin?

Alright.

Margaret Mehar.
Doesn't ring a bell.

See, that's interesting.

'Cause your newspaper had a
field day with her story 12 years ago.

Oh, right, right, right.

Right. The harlot got herself all
chopped up down in the Devil's Elbow.

She's a maid, not a prostitute.

A heinous act,

more deplorable than the murder
of Louis of Orl�ans.

B-but the murderer
was caught and hanged.

- A pastor, I think.
- Yes.

Andrew May... Sr.

His son still continues
his godly work today.

If you say so. I wouldn't know.

What can you tell me
about her murder?

Wouldn't your time be better spent

solving the half-dozen murders
plaguing Devil's Elbow right now

rather than something
from a fucking decade ago?

You see, I believe
they're all connected.

And so does Dr. Israel.

Our dear friend Melanda Israel

is very comfortable
casting aspersions on others

when in point of fact...

she's the one holding
all the sharp knives.

You're saying, then, that Dr. Israel's
that one that killed Margaret Mehar?

I told you, I don't know shit about her
murder. I barely remember the woman.

She was a domestic servant under
the employ of the Botticelli sisters.

Th-they threw a party
a week before...

A party I was at.
Yes, I remember.

But do I remember the wench
who served me food and drink

among the many parties
I've been to over the years?

No. That's absurd.

Of course, I remember Margaret.

And if Basil, Lothario that he is,

is suggesting he doesn't...

then...

Then what?

He's lying.

The night of the party, held in my
honour to celebrate my world tour,

Basil asked me
to put a spell on her.

A spell.

He wanted Margaret
to be publicly humiliated.

That lying prick!
It was all Georges.

H-he wanted to use her to show
off some new-mind control trick.

Well, you suddenly seem
to remember her very well.

I remember...

because it was all
in such very poor taste.

But nobody ever died
from embarrassment.

- Basil was obsessed with Margaret.
- Obsessed enough to kill her?

Well... I don't know
how it played out,

if it played out.

I was in Montreal when
she cast off her mortal coil.

Did you murder Margaret Mehar?

No.

Mr. Garvey...

both Dr. Israel and Georges
Rondeau have accused you...

I'm sure they have.

Because they are desperate.

They can accuse me
until the cows come home.

I had nothing to do with
that unfortunate woman's death.

But aren't you missing
the obvious here once again?

Maybe the one killing everybody
is a certain holy man

seeking revenge
for his father's death.

Now...

either charge me with murder,

based on actual evidence...

or let me go.

T is for...?

Trumpet. Yes! Does everyone
see the T and the trumpet?

Now, can anyone tell me
which angel plays the trumpet?

Why are you lot out here?
It's 10 past.

Get back to work or the boss'll dock you
all a day's wages. Let's go. Go! Hustle up!

It's a crime,
keeping these children from an education.

They're learning about life.

I got my son this job and
my family's damn lucky I did.

Well, then shame on you.

- What the fuck d'you say?
- Now, now, please, let's keep things civil.

Here's how it works.
Most of us need to earn money.

Alright? That's something
you might not understand?

Hired help, posh clothes,
meat three days a week.

Friend, you're reacting rather harshly
to this good lady's valid concerns.

I'll not be lectured to by someone who
doesn't understand how we scrape by down here.

But I do. That's why I'm here.

I'm here to better your lives
and your children's lives.

We are all accountable
in the eyes of the Lord.

Whoever stops his ears
at the cry of the poor,

he will also cry out,
but shall not be heard.

You think the Lord cares
about what happens to us?

We'll use this for tinder.

- Get the fuck outta here!
- Sir!

- I will not have you speaking this way in front of a lady.
- Pastor.

Oh, you won't?

Am I not speaking to a lady?

Pastor, let us leave here at once!

Listen to your wench.

I know you, who you come from.

Your father's hunting grounds
are closed for good.

Pastor!

Please, please stop this!
Stop this!

Leave the judgment to God
and the Widow.

Pastor, are you alright?

Pastor?!

Pastor.

Pastor! Pastor! Please help!!!

Someone please! No. Help!

Reopening a closed case... is a
very difficult and lengthy process,

as I'm sure you can well imagine.

And I can't do that
without ironclad evidence.

- I understand.
- Good.

Then you must understand
the predicament that I'm in.

I believe you
about Margaret Mehar.

But I don't matter. It's the
Attorney General who matters.

And if I'm going to ask him
to reopen this case

and charge the richest and
most powerful man in this city...

I need your help.

I need proof
that Basil killed her.

I wasn't present when
the murder actually happened.

Margaret's body
was delivered to me.

Afterwards.

Arranged with Basil.

And Georges Rondeau?
Where does he fit into all this?

As far as I know, he's like
myself... an accessory to the crime.

And I can count on you to
profess all this in a court of law?

Doctor, your testimony
is all that I have.

The Widow may spare me...

but he won't.

- Pastor May has been stabbed.
- What?

Are you...? Wh-where is he now?
Is he alive?

We... we had words with a man
and he stabbed Andrew in the stomach.

- Okay, I'll have one of my officers head to the scene.
- No, no!

I don't care! He needs Dr. Israel!

If he was stabbed in the stomach,
it could be very bad.

- You need to release her now.
- Mrs. Simcoe, I cannot just...

This is life and death! She is
the best surgeon in this entire city.

Please let me go to him. Let
me do something good for once.

I need to locate the pancreas.
Palpate the splenic artery,

then clamp it off so I can find
the source of all this blood.

There you are, you little bastard.

Okay. I need you to pass me
that clamp right there.

Pass me that clamp right there.
On the left. Other left.

- Should I be getting you a nurse?
- No, I got it from here.

But this is gonna take hours,
Detective, so do what you need to do.

I'll be here when you get back.

Let me the fuck out of here!

Yes, because that's going to work.

But if it doesn't, try it again,
this time louder.

Fuck you, you backstabbing invert!

Backstabbing?
I did nothing of the sort.

Oh, he told me! You said
you think I killed Margaret.

You did.

You did kill her.

And because of that,
we are all fucked.

You keep your pretty mouth shut.

You understand? You do as I say.

Oh... or what?

Or you will be reunited with
your ball-biting love, Terrence,

and get your asses reamed
in hell itself.

One of my favourites.
As a thank-you.

The tickets have sold very well.

Oh, well, I have sold out shows
from San Francisco to Marrakech.

And don't I know it.

So...

this parlour trick you do,

messing with people's brains...

It's not so crude.

You make them think things...
do things.

Like that maid, Margaret,
the other night.

Hypnosis.

The metaphysical art borne from the
mind of the Persian physician Avicenna,

known by its Arabic name
al-Walm al-Amil...

- Yes, yes, yes, whatever.
- I you to...

- Hypnotize.
- Margaret again.

This time,
I want it to be permanent.

Is that something you can do?

Oh, well...

that depends
on what exactly you want done.

If you just want
to sleep with her,

it would be easier
to make you a tonic.

She won't remember
anything you do. Guaranteed.

It's not that. No, I just...

I want to wipe something...
from her mind.

Something?

What thing?

Can you do it... or not?

There is something I could try...

I've been wanting to try.
For a price, of course.

Money is no object.

It might work, but...

but it requires taking her to the brink
of death itself and then back again.

She may not survive. Are
you willing to take that chance?

I'm afraid it's her only option.

St-stop it!

Stop it!

We're just getting started!
It's time you learn...

Fuck!

Fuck.

I hope the Widow finds you
and turns you inside out,

you classless bourgeois fuck!

Oh, jeez!

If I don't give him
a transfusion...

and sew him back up, he will die.

No, pl-please. I beg you.

He's innocent.

He's done nothing wrong.

Let me finish.

Then...

you can do whatever it is
you came here to do.

If he thought I let you in...

He doesn't have a choice.

I'll make sure Mr. Garvey knows
you didn't either.

I turned myself in to the police.

For what I did...

to Margaret Mehar.

And one way... or another...

I will face the consequences
of my actions.

And my testimony...

will make sure that those directly
responsible for Margaret's death...

hang for it.

There.

Done.

I can sleep in the surgery
on a cot.

I won't go anywhere.
You have my word.

Ahem. Except...

and I hate to have
to remind you of this, Doctor,

but the Widow is stalking everyone
involved with Margaret Mehar's death.

She paid me a visit...
while I was operating.

What? What,
she was here with you?! What'd she do?

She... watched me operate...

and then she left me...

unmolested.

The Widow does not want me,
Superintendent.

How could you possibly know that?

I know that because...

though I disrespected
Margaret Mehar's corpse...

I am not the one who killed her.

I'd seen Margaret
at the Botticellis'.

But once she was dead,
Margaret became...

much more interesting.

She was a fresh specimen,
not a rotting corpse,

not old and decrepit.

She was young.

And I wanted to learn everything
I could about human bodies.

I wanted to see all the things I'd never
been able to properly explore in school,

on corpses
I could never afford to buy.

I wanted to see organs
and systems and ligaments.

Her death was a gift for me.

She was mine to unwrap.

I learned things
that made me a better doctor,

but they didn't make me
a better human being.

I left her body in a public place,

as demanded by Basil,
where it could be discovered.

Her death had to look violent
and ugly.

It had to entice the public...

to demand justice.

Justice that would end in the
stringing up of an innocent man.

I will do as you ask.

I will testify
in the highest court of the land

that Basil Garvey ordered
the death of Margaret.

It's my duty.

One I should've performed
years ago.

- I'll assign a detail to guard you.
- It's not necessary.

To keep the Widow out...
and you in.

All our fighting proves is that
you're as much of a bastard as I am.

Georges...

we have to team up if we're
gonna survive The Widow.

We have to be smart,
we have to prepare.

We... could start
by you fucking untying me.

Tell me something, my old friend.

How do you prepare
to fight a ghost?

What the hell
are you talking about?

It's about bloody time!

You can go. For now.
Do not leave town.

I hope you're not offended if
I don't thank you for the stay.

Enough of the niceties.
Get me the hell outta here.

Open the goddamn door!

I think not.

What did you say?

Well, you're a risk,
certain to flee if freed.

I'm a risk if you keep me here.

And you will stay here,
in the best interests of the public,

while I compile a case
against you.

One that will see you hanged.

This is now personal.

- I'm just doing my job.
- No, no, I mean...

for me...

this is now personal for me.

Your threats may have worked
against Superintendent Kashtinsky...

Money and ego-stroking worked
on Kashtinsky.

But you?

You won't be satisfied
until I destroy you.

Or until you destroy yourself,

because when word gets out
that you've been wasting time

whacking off
to a 12-year-old murder case

while letting two likely suspects
walk free and the Widow strikes again...

you are fucked.

Knock-knock-knock.

Please, sister, give me peace.

I pray for God
to send me gentle death.

Dry your tears, sister.

I have a present for you which
will ease all of your cruel suffering.

Impossible.

I will never smile again.

Love's arrow has been plucked
from my bosom.

I am deep in the arms of misery.

Alexi, come.

Meet Alexi.

He's come for a little visit.

I'd like to stay and chat,
but unfortunately, I must be off.

Won't be back until late.

- How late?
- Very late, my dear.

Very.

The vest, off.

Not the hat.

You like the Ukrainian steppes?

I would like... to tie them up,

and keep you
for a very, very long time.

Come here, my darling.

Your naiad awaits.

Margaret!

It's come to this, has it?

You have a place to go?

No... but I have to flee while Mr. Garvey
is in jail. I may not get another chance.

He's got his heart set on you.

If you leave... he will follow
you. That's guaranteed.

And he will find you
and he will be very cross.

The one thing I know...

is it's infinitely better
to be loved by Mr. Garvey...

than to not be loved
by Mr. Garvey.

Wait.

No. No.

No. No. No.

No! No. No, no. Please.

I'll... I'll testify.

I'll testify! I'll-I'll make
sure the killers hang!!!

No!!!

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