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- ♪♪♪
- (beeping and buzzing)

I've got 7.2

- I've got 6.6.
- (beeping)

(beeping)

Well, I'm closer,
Henry. Come towards me.

[I have 7.2.]

I've got 7.8. We're
getting closer, Henry.

I just got 8.

Well, Higgins,

I do believe we have located our quarry.

It's more accurate to
say that I've located you.

Well, sir, given that we
started four blocks apart...

Then I'd say this has
been a success, gentlemen.

- (Higgins laughing)
- Well done!

(indistinct conversations)

Sir, if you don't mind my asking...

- (Higgins grunting)
- Careful.

How does the trackizer work?

Well, it isn't called
a trackizer, Henry,

because here's no such
word as "trackize." Right?

Hmm...

As the wearer walks,

a magnet slides back and forth

inside of a wire coil

inducing an electrical current.

That current is then
converted to voltage.

You know what voltage is, right, Henry?

Yes. It's about... volts.

Right. Now, as the voltage increases

on either side of this gap,

the pressure builds and builds

and builds until... (clap)

- ... a tiny spark!
- Sir, I was wondering,

what happens when our
quarry stops moving?

Well then, the transmission
ends until movement resumes.

Right. So,

what happens if they've arrived,

but we're still a block away?

Hmm.

That... that could be a problem.

Well, that would necessitate a third

receiver unit in order
to triangulate the...

Oh, Henry!

(phone ringing)

Detective Murdoch.

- ♪♪♪
- Has Dr. Ogden been notified?

The caller didn't actually
find the body, sir.

Why are we calling this a murder?

There's evidence at the
crime scene apparently.

- "Crime scene"?
- That's what she called it.

She? She? Who is this she?

Sir, she wouldn't
say. But she knows you.

- Freddie Pink.
- Hello, William.

I understand you believe this
to be the scene of a crime.

I do.

I was hired to deliver a letter

to the occupant of this apartment.

A man named James Smith.

- Do you know this Mr. Smith?
- I've never met him.

I don't even know what he looks like.

Then how is it you come to
be inside of his apartment?

I suspected that he was at home,

but not answering his door.

You broke in?

If I hadn't, I wouldn't have found this.

It's blood.

♪♪♪

And from that, you inferred murder?

No.

From this.

And it's not just there.

It's under the table and
over there by the chair.

George, may I have my
ultraviolet light, please?

♪♪♪

Thank you.

(Pink): Looks like a murder to me.

Alright, George, speak
with the neighbours.

See if anyone saw or
heard anything suspicious.

Sir.

Body appears to have been dragged...

(light buzzing)

... over to the window.

And dumped out?

(Murdoch): He did so
rather unceremoniously.

(Pink): Or she.

They moved in about a
month ago. Maybe six weeks.

- Who's "they"?
- James and JJ.

Who's JJ?

James Junior.

How old is he?

Around 5. I look after
him when his dad goes out.

And where is JJ now?

I don't know. What's going on?

We're not exactly sure yet.

Ma'am, did you see
anything unusual last night?

He had a visitor.

- Quite late, as I recall.
- Is that right?

Can you describe him?

It was a her.

I received a request to locate

James Robert Smith and deliver a letter.

- Who made this request?
- A man named Kenneth Spokes.

How well did you know Mr. Spokes?

I've never met him.

But this is what I was to deliver.

It's blank!

A ruse, it would seem.

You think Mr. Spokes wanted me

to locate James Smith so
that he could kill him.

Did you inform him
where Mr. Smith lived?

No.

But he could have followed me.

(George): Detective.

George, what have you?

Sir, I spoke to several
of the neighbours.

None of them remember
hearing anything unusual.

Mr. Smith went to
O'Donnell's pub at 8 o'clock.

Returned about 8:30, which
I thought was strange.

Hardly enough time to throw back a pint.

Agreed.

Uh, beyond that, then
he collected his son...

- His son?
- Afraid so. James Junior. Aged 5.

We're looking, but no sign of him yet.

Did anyone see them after that?

Apparently, sir, he had a
visitor at about 10 o'clock.

- A woman apparently.
- That would have been me.

I knocked but he wasn't home, so I left.

My witness...

my witness says that the
woman entered the apartment.

I entered briefly,

just long enough to
ascertain that he wasn't home.

You broke in.

Is this going to be a problem?

George, were there any
fingermarks on the doorknob?

Yes, sir. Higgins is analyzing them now.

- Anything else?
- I did find this.

Uh, his birth certificate.

All right. See what you
can find out about him.

Sir.

(sigh) Did you know he had a son?

No.

I wonder what's become of him.

(knocking on door) Sir.

Henry, what have you?

We've identified a set of
fingermarks from the doorknob.

- And to whom do they belong?
- Just Miss Pink, sir.

What about Smith's?

We only found one set.

The killer must have wiped down
the fingermarks on his way out.

Then when I returned this morning...

Anything else, Henry?

Turns out we were keeping a
file on a James Smith, sir.

Only one item. It's an incident report

from a couple of months ago.

- Who took that report?
- Well...

Mr. Smith's mother came
in looking for him, sir.

She was wondering if
we'd put him in jail.

In jail?!

It was the only
explanation she would accept

as to why he didn't send
her flowers on her birthday.

And you started a file for him?

Well, sir, I figured if his mother

considered him the jailbird
type, he might well be.

All right. Bring her in.

Sir, that woman's not
the victim's mother.

How do you know that?

Because

the James Robert Smith for whom
this birth certificate was issued

died 30 years ago at
the age of 8 months.

Whoever was living in
that apartment wasn't him.

He must have assumed a
false identity for a reason.

Perhaps that reason caught up with him.

Now you say he was at
the tavern last night?

Yes, sir. O'Donnell's on Queen Street.

Find out why he only
stayed for half an hour.

Sir.

- (indistinct conversations)
- (bell tolling)

Round back and down the stairs.

James Smith? Yeah, he drinks here.

Are you sure we're talking
about the same James Smith?

It's not an uncommon name.

- Lives up on Sackville Street?
- That's right.

It's the guy.

Did he drink here last night?

Is he in some kind of trouble?

- Just answer the question, sir.
- A woman came in here.

Made eyeballs at him.

He didn't welcome the attention.

A dollymop?

No, no. Nothing like that.

She was some kind of
private investigator.

So is this what you do all day?

Sit in your office
and let your constables

do your work for you?

One of the benefits of my position.

(George): Sir.

There you go.

What have you, George?

Uh, it's something I
have to show you, sir.

♪♪♪

Sir, The man who refers
to himself as James Smith

was at O'Donnell's last night.

- Yes and... ?
- Actually, sir,

can we establish a convention right here

whereby we refer to the "man who

referred to himself as James Smith"

simply as James Smith?

Yes, of course, George.

Right. And then if we
ever have cause to refer

to the original James
Smith, we'll call him...

"The original James Smith."

- Excellent, sir.
- Right.

George, what is it
you needed to show me?

Sir, I wanted to speak to you privately.

James Smith

was at O'Donnell's last night.

Sir, Miss Pink was
there at the same time.

She was?

Did they speak to one another?

No, sir, but apparently
she made eyeballs at him.

I remember her saying unequivocally

that she'd never met the man.

Yes, she did say that.

Anyway, I wasn't sure she
should know that we know.

No, you did the right thing.

George, go to her office

and see if you can find anything

- that pertains to James Smith.
- Sir.

I wasn't lying

if that's what you're thinking.

You said you'd never seen him.

I didn't know that man was James Smith.

The bartender said you
were staring at him.

I wasn't...

I don't stare.

Staring is obvious; I'm a professional.

You were looking at him.

I thought he might be a client.

I received a call from
a telephone exchange.

A man asked to meet with me
at O'Donnell's at 8 o'clock.

Are you in the habit of
meeting strangers in taverns?

Meeting with clients in taverns

comprises a good part of my business.

- (bell tolling outside)
- Who was this client?

I don't know.

He never showed up.

♪♪♪

Believe me, if I had known
that man was James Smith,

I would have delivered the
letter right then and there

and saved myself a lot of bother.

Sir we found these
in Miss Pink's office.

She had them filed under James Smith.

I've shown them to several
of Mr. Smith's neighbours;

they all positively identified him.

Sir, she not only knew who he was...

She was following him.

Sir, she could be our killer.

(indistinct conversations)

So it's to be a formal interview.

Am I a suspect?

Did you take these photographs?

No. I did not.

Do you know who that is?

Should I?

Please, answer the question, Miss Pink.

"Miss Pink," is it?

Very well, Detective.

It's James Smith!

So you do know what he looks like.

He's the man I saw at O'Donnell's.

The man you said was Smith.

We've been over this.

You've never seen these
photographs before?

No.

Why?

Because

they were found in your files.

You went into my office?

- You went through my files!?
- I needed to know the truth.

And I've answered you truthfully.

I've done nothing wrong!

You, on the other hand, have breached

the confidentiality
I swore to my clients.

So you don't know how they
ended up in your files.

What's your explanation then?

Well,

clearly everything
I've told you is a lie.

I've been secretly
following James Smith,

or whoever he is,

and after going to considerable effort

to leave a trail of
evidence pointing to me,

I killed him and kidnapped his son.

Or who knows, maybe
I killed the son, too.

I have no motive for any of this,

but then maybe I do this
sort of thing for sport.

Or maybe,

possibly, there is the tiniest chance

that the killer took these photos

and left them in my office.

- And the killer being?
- The man who hired me to find Smith.

- Kenneth Spokes?
- We know he arranged for me

to be at the scene of the crime.

So it's your assertion then that Spokes

waited for you to find Mr. Smith,

then took photographs
of him and his son,

then planted those photographs

in your files to make
it appear as though

you had been following James Smith?

Is that so hard to believe?

And you were in that
apartment the first time... ?

Two days ago. Thursday afternoon.

The earliest that these photographs

could have been taken was

Thursday afternoon?

If you need to walk through
every step, then yes.

There are tulips in this photo.

Tulip season has been over for weeks.

A witness saw you go into the apartment

yet no one saw you come out.

So you're suggesting what?

I waited inside?

Killed him when he returned?

Disposed of the body?

Where did you spend the night?

I don't have an alibi, Detective.

If I had realized that I would need one,

I would have arranged it.

Excuse me.

(door opening and closing)

(sigh)

Freddie Pink?!

She was at the scene and has no alibi.

William, we're talking about Freddie!

She is at the center of this
and has not been forthcoming.

She's a private investigator;
they're rarely forthcoming.

Sir, the Bank of Montreal in King Street

has an account for a James Robert Smith.

I was gonna go by and get the details.

- Very good. Thank you, George.
- Sir.

♪♪♪

So before we continue,

am I correct in assuming
I am the primary suspect

in the murder of James Smith?

Yes.

Bearing in mind that we
don't know it's a murder

seeing as there's no body.

But let's not quibble over trifles.

Convince me otherwise.

Alright.

Assuming I killed this man,

why would I call you?

There were witnesses.

You may have left evidence inside.

Far safer for you to insert yourself

directly into the investigation,

possibly control it.

If it were my intention
to deflect suspicion,

why would I point out that
the killer was likely a woman?

You would have anticipated
that I would come

to the same conclusion.

In fact, that's precisely the logic

a smart woman such as
yourself would employ.

If I'm so smart,

do you not think me capable
of anticipating your response?

Why would I embark on
such a doomed strategy

unless I were, in fact, innocent?

Or are you suggesting

that I anticipated your response

to my response to your response?

- In which case...
- I understand.

We're in a recursive loop.

Infinite regress, actually.

Why not just

stab him in a dark alley and
throw the knife in the lake?

And why would I take his son?

I don't even like children.

Come on, Detective.

There must be some way

I can convince you that
I'm telling the truth.

So this is the famous truthizer?

Constable Crabtree calls it a truthizer.

I prefer autonomic response indicator.

How does it work?

When a person lies, the body
responds as if to stress...

an increase in heart
rate, sweating, etcetera...

responses that are controlled
only by the subconscious mind.

How accurate is it?

It can't prove your guilt
if that's what you're asking.

- (pumping sounds)
- Can it prove innocence?

(pumping sounds)

Possibly.

Alrighty then.

"Truthize" me.

(machine revving up)
(audible regular pulse)

Who is James Robert Smith?

I don't know.

Did you take these photographs?

I did not.

Had you ever seen this
man prior to yesterday?

No.

(tapping wood)

Maybe your machine's not working.

It's possible it isn't
calibrated correctly.

Umm, tell me a deliberate lie.

I killed James Smith
and kidnapped his son.

Hmm!

Looks like that's a lie.

So you will release her?

She answered the questions truthfully.

- George, what have you?
- Sir,

the bank account for James Robert Smith

was opened on May 18 in Montreal.

Montreal...

$1500 was deposited,

- then transferred to Toronto.
- By whom?

Joe Murphy.

I was wondering if that might
be Mr. Smith's real name.

You think Joe Murphy changed his name

to James Smith and moved to Toronto?

It's a thought.

That's a good one, George.

See what you can find
out about this Joe Murphy.

Sir. Doctor.

Freddie Pink is from Montreal.

A lot of people are from Montreal.

Yes, but she only
moved here last summer,

and she alluded to some
kind of trouble there.

Julia, do you think it's possible

for a skilled liar to fool my machine?

Gurus from India are able
to control their heart rates,

so I suppose it's possible.

So surprise would be key.

(pumping sounds)

- (machine revving up)
- Am I not to be released?

(audible regular pulse)

Very shortly.

Just a few more questions.

Ask away.

Who is Joe Murphy?

I haven't even answered.

What happened last May 18th in Montreal?

I don't remember.

Why did you leave Montreal?

I was running from a jealous lover.

That's a lie. Tell the truth.

- Who is Joe Murphy?
- I don't know!

(machine beeping fast)

Miss Pink?

I don't want to play anymore.

I've answered enough questions.

No, I don't believe you have.

I have a right to silence.

Please instruct a constable

to escort me to my cell.

Very well.

Detective.

I just spoke to police in Montreal.

Joe Murphy is well known to them, sir.

In fact, the entire Murphy clan.

Their mother is the notorious Ma Murphy.

I have never heard of her.

Thank God, Sir. Neither did I,

I didn't let them know that.

Why did Joe Murphy leave Montreal?

Well sir, he's suspected
of killing his wife, Molly.

Apparently, Molly found out
about Joe's criminal activity

and threatened to notify the police

unless he granted her a divorce.

How did the police know this?

Well, Molly's best friend,
sir, notified the police.

But of course by that time,

Joe was in Toronto living
under an assumed name.

And the name of her best friend?

Freddie Pink, sir.

(small sigh)

According to police,
she harassed the Murphys.

So much so that at one point,

she tells the police they
threatened to have her killed.

I suspect that's why she left Montreal.

In any case, the Montreal police
are sending the files over.

They're happy to see this wrapped up.

I'm sorry, sir. I know how this looks.

So, she came to Toronto,

sought out Joe Murphy,
learned of his new identity and

exacted her revenge.

But what of the young boy.
What did she do with him?

Sir, I think the question is

what does she intend to do with him.

Um,

Jackson found...

this.

It's a letter from
the French government.

Confirmation of the receipt
of a visa application.

For a Doris Walmer.

Traveling with her son James, age 5.

So you've been in my room too.

Is there any part of my private domain

you haven't trespassed upon?

Who is Doris Walmer?

There is no Doris Walmer.

So that visa is for you?

Me?

Oh, I see.

You think I'm planning
to flee the country

with a little boy I've got
stashed in a suitcase somewhere.

It's for a client.

What client?

Do you really think I'd tell you?

Do you often obtain false
visas for your clients?

Just the ones who are terrified

that their husbands will kill them.

Like Joe Murphy killed
your friend, Molly.

- ♪♪♪
- (indistinct talking)

Come to bed, William.

Yes.

Just a moment.

Do you think she did it?

She lied,

repeatedly about everything.

How could she not think

that I would get to the bottom of it?

Either she underestimated you

or you're not at the bottom of it yet.

Now come to bed.

_

- (typewriter typing)
- (man): Lab report!

My God, that's a
tremendous amount of blood.

By the looks of it, Henry, I
would say he slit her throat.

They ever find her body?

No, he likely dumped it in the river.

If that's the crime scene that
Freddie Pink found, I don't

blame her for doing him in.

Let's just say the world is no worse

for the loss of a brute like Joe Murphy.

Though he does look different

without his beard and his hat.

I've always thought, Higgins,

that a man should have to
wear his hat in his mugshot.

To me, that's the first
thing I notice about somebody.

It's their hat. It's like a signature.

- Gentlemen.
- Sir.

- Is this the crate from Montreal?
- Yes, sir.

Just sorting through them now.

Here's a Mary Murphy.

Mary Mu...

That's Ma. Higgins,

that's Ma Murphy. She's notorious!

For what?

For crime in general. And
meanness. She's very mean.

She's...

Good Lord.

- She's Mrs. Smith.
- (Murdoch): Who?

Sir, the woman who

assumed her son was in jail

because he forgot her birthday.

Her son must be Joe Murphy then.

We have an address for her.

- Bring her in.
- Sir.

Come in. Come in.

Please, have a seat, Mrs. Smith.

Or would you prefer I
address you as Ma Murphy?

Is this about my son Joe?

Why, yes, it is.

Is he dead?

Why would you say that?

Because I have a right to know.

Is he dead or isn't he?

We haven't found a body as yet.

- But I suspect...
- I know who killed him.

Who might that be?

I don't know her name,

but she had it in for my Joe.

She thought he killed his wife.

He did kill his wife.

That's a lie.

His wife ran off.

Your son fled to Toronto
under an assumed name.

You came here looking
for him under that name,

because you know what he did.

And what of it?

He's dead now, so what does it matter?

This woman you claim killed your son,

would you recognize her?

♪♪♪

(door opening) (footsteps)

That's her.

Thank you, Mrs. Murphy. That will be...

I know you killed my son.

I know why.

Tell us where the child is
and you will be forgiven.

Do you understand what I'm telling you?

Get her out of here.

Get out!

All right, Mrs. Murphy, thank you.

That will be all, Mrs. Murphy.

(sigh)

She's a grieving mother.

She's not grieving.

How can you say that?

Have you found a body?

No.

You won't.

Because Joe Murphy is not dead.

He saw me in the bar.

He knew I was following him.

So he decided to fake his murder

and have me hang for it.

So you admit that you
were following him?

You want a confession?
Here's my confession.

I lied.

- Why?
- Why do you think?

I knew how it would look.

I miscalculated.

All right. Why did you
go to his apartment?

I needed to know it was him.

I still wasn't sure.

And the blood on the floor?

Animal blood?

Easy to obtain. Fully convincing.

Even I thought someone killed him.

I understand your skepticism.

I didn't kill him, William.

So either someone else did,

or he faked it.

Isn't there some way to tell

whether the blood is animal or human?

Do you believe her?

At this point?

I don't know what to believe.

It's as credible as the theory that

Freddie Pink is the killer.

Although both theories
raise many questions.

Such as?

If Freddie is not the killer,

then why did she not think

of this theory before now?

And if she did think of it before now,

why not bring it to me earlier?

And if she is the killer?

Then why provide us with the means of

positively determining
her theory to be false?

I'm afraid I have bad news
in that regard, William.

The blood cells are
partially decomposed.

I can't tell if they had nuclei or not.

And did she deliberately wait

until it would be impossible for us

to determine whether it
was human or animal blood?

That would explain why she
didn't tell you about it before.

Perhaps this is all
part of a fallback plan.

Initially deny knowing the victim,

then if found out,

deny that there was a victim?

It would be nearly impossible for us

to obtain a conviction without a body.

Especially if we were unable
to disprove this theory.

But, William, what of
Joe and Molly's son?

Where is he? Who's taking care of him?

Perhaps no one.

Freddie Pink would never
leave a child on his own.

She might if the
alternative was to be hanged!

What?

If she does know where he is,

that would be the first place
she would go if she was let out.

Well,

did you prove it was animal blood?

The test was inconclusive.

But we did find a bloody shoe mark

near the window.

A shoe mark.

- Really?
- It was partial,

but the edge is quite distinct.

If it matches yours, you'll be charged.

If it doesn't...

Which shoe?

Sir,

are you sure about this? I mean,

should we not just
follow her the usual way?

(Murdoch blowing)

Freddie Pink will expect to be followed,

and she'll certainly notice if
we follow her in the usual way.

This, she'll not anticipate.

I take it the shoe mark wasn't a match?

It wasn't.

- Whose was it?
- I don't know.

But it wasn't yours,

so you're free to go.

- (machine beeping)
- (George): Ah, I got 0.7.

- Murdoch: [Where are you, George?]
- Uh, Sydenham and Reid's Lane.

♪♪♪

Henry, where are you?

- (machine beeping)
- 1.5.

Duchess just west of Berkley.

Constable McNabb?

[3.4.]

[Parliament just north of Queen.]

♪♪♪

She's at Queen, west of
Parliament, heading east.

Sir,

she hasn't moved in over a minute.

- (Beep-beep-beep!)
- Oh, wait, wait! There it is.

Uh, uh, 0.6.

Higgins: [I've got 1.3, sir.]

McNabb: [And I've got 2.9.]

George,

she's in an alleyway northwest
of Queen and Sackville.

[Meet me there.]

♪♪♪

- Any sign of her?
- Sir, I saw a carriage

pull out of the alley
just as we came up.

How would she have known there
was gonna be a carriage here?

She may have arranged
for someone to meet her.

How? She's been out of
communication since yesterday.

She stopped for roughly a
minute at Queen and Sackville.

There's a telegraph office there. Henry,

go there, see if she stopped
in and if she sent a telegram.

- Then meet us at Union Station.
- Sir.

You think she's trying
to flee the city, sir?

She applied for a French visa, George.

I think she's fleeing the country.

- (indistinct chatter)
- ♪♪♪

I want constables on the platform.

Search the train as well.

Stop any woman who's
traveling with a small boy.

Are we not just looking
for Miss Pink, sir?

She could be disguised, George.

Ma'am.

Excuse me. Miss Pink!

Please, we're late for our train.

- Sorry, ma'am.
- Detective.

- What have you, Henry?
- Miss Pink did stop at the telegraph office, sir.

- She sent the telegram.
- What did it say?

Just one word. "Go."

- Who was it sent to?
- That's the thing, sir.

Joe Murphy.

"Joe Murphy"?

What was the address?

General delivery at the
Temperance Exchange, sir.

Right. Henry, head down there

and see if anyone
collects that telegram.

- Sir.
- Joe Murphy, sir.

I don't understand.

I don't either, George.

George,

that man walking toward us,

I... I've seen him recently.

(George): Sir, I recognize his hat.

I found these in Miss Pink's office.

That's Joe Murphy.

Mr. Murphy!

Toronto Constabulary.

We'd like a word.

I believe these photographs are of you?

Believe what you like.

You came to Toronto one year ago

with your son after
murdering his mother.

You assumed the identity
of one James Smith.

No fewer than five witnesses
have identified this man,

you, as James Smith.

You then became aware
that you were being pursued

by a woman who knew
of your true identity

as Joe Murphy.

You then made it appear as
though you had been murdered

and set her up as the killer.

You can't prove this is me.

Actually, I can.

You can grow a beard,

but your identifying
features remain the same.

And in combination,
they allow for each face

to be identified with
mathematical precision.

Please don't smile.

(Click!)

What do you mean, "it's not him"?!

The numbers don't lie, Julia.

The ratio of the
distance between his eyes

and the distance
between his chin and nose

is 1.27 in the mugshot.

Here, it's 1.41.

Ear to eye

versus chin to midpoint:

1.87

versus 1.69.

They're close, William.

Perhaps within the margins of error?

I measured very carefully.

So who is he? He's clearly
involved in all of this.

(sigh)

Joe Murphy did have a brother, sir.

What was his name?

Adam. He wasn't in the police files,

but they both had a
son about the same age.

So, if Adam was living with his own son

under Joe's pseudonym, where's Joe?

And why would Freddie
Pink send him a telegram?

- Sir.
- Henry,

- what have you?
- I went to Temperance Exchange.

Did anyone claim Joe Murphy's message?

No, sir. But the telegraph operator
who took the message has disappeared.

Her name was Doris Walmer, sir.

The woman named in the visa application.

Did you get a description?

Red hair. Green eyes. Pretty.

♪♪♪

- Please, we're late for our train.
- (echoing): Sorry, ma'am.

The woman at Union Station with the boy,

- that was her!
- She could still be on that train, sir.

She's likely well
over the border by now.

Miss Pink used the telegram
to let her client know to flee.

Yes, but why address it to Joe Murphy?

Perhaps that was the signal.

If a telegram was
addressed to Joe Murphy,

it's actually meant for her.

But then what's the connection

between Doris Walmer and Joe Murphy?

What is it, William?

Could Doris Walmer be Molly Murphy?

Sir, Molly Murphy was murdered.

Was a body ever found?

- No...
- At any rate,

we know a murder was
committed in Montreal

on the 18th of May last year.

What if Molly Murphy wasn't the victim?

It was Joe!

But Joe changed his identity.

He set up the bank account.

I have no doubt Joe Murphy
intended to murder his wife

- and leave town. But somehow...
- She got the upper hand

and killed him instead!

So it could have been self-defence.

She would have called her best friend

who would have known exactly what to do.

They buried the body, and then Freddie

helped Molly to flee to Toronto

with her son.

That's why she was so insistent

that it was Joe that killed Molly.

She couldn't let anyone find
out that Molly was still alive,

living in Toronto as Doris Walmer.

The Murphys discovered what happened.

They set up Pink for the
murder of James Smith.

But why?

(George): Revenge?

(Murdoch snapping fingers) Leverage.

If she was charged with murder,

she'd have no choice
but to tell the truth

about what happened in Montreal

and give up Molly and the child.

"Tell us where the child is
and you will be forgiven."

She would have understood the
message. But she didn't give them up.

So what have they done with Freddie?

I was mistaken, Mr. Murphy.

You are not Joe. In fact,

- you are Joe's brother, Adam.
- Am I free to go?

You set up Freddie
Pink for a murder that

- never happened.
- Never happened?

My brother was murdered, Detective,

and Freddie Pink is
up to her neck in it.

- Where is she?
- To whom do you refer?

The one who killed my
brother or her best friend?

Tell me where Miss Pink is

or you will be going to jail.

On what charge?

Spilling chicken blood on
the floor of my apartment?

Kidnapping.

You have no proof of
that. (Adam chuckling)

- Tell me where she is!
- (door opening)

Sir!

Sir.

There's something you should see.

- (door closing)
- (chuckling)

- Sir, I swear I saw it moving.
- I believe you, George.

(machine buzzing)

- (machine beeping)
- There it is.

- Alright. Fetch Henry.
- Sir.

Where are you, Freddie?

(tapping)

(Henry): I have 2.4.

Murdoch: [Henry, what's your location?]

- Henry: [Trinity and Front.]
- George: [1.6, sir.]

- (machine beeping)
- [And where are you, George?]

George: [Wilkins and King.]

Murdoch: [Constable McNabb,
what's your reading?]

- (McNabb): 3.4.
- (tapping)

[Parliament and King.]

(machine buzzing and beeping)

♪♪♪

[Uh, it's, uh, Derby Street.]

(tapping)

Did you find her?

Young Molly?

No.

I didn't.

Found the factory.

(crow cawing)

I didn't find her, though.

Maybe she quit.

See, I showed them photographs of her,

and they'd never seen her.

I told you what I would do

if you were lying.

- I wasn't lying.
- Ah-ah-ah!

Careful.

I said one finger for every lie.

See, if you're lying about lying, well,

that's another finger.

(dramatic music playing)

Alright. Alright.

She works at a grocery

at Dundas and Broadview.
She goes by Mabel.

Huh!

And... and you go by Pink.

Let's start with the pinkie.

Get away from her!

I only cuffed her a bit.
Sure that's no crime.

- Kidnapping is a crime.
- So is cuffing people.

I'll find her.

Even I couldn't find her now.

What the hell kept you?!

I've been tapping my
foot for 40 minutes!

How did you know?

You released me in order to follow me.

But you didn't.

Then I remembered the
ridiculous shoe mark

you invented to get my shoe from me.

You might also want to consider

what you leave on your blackboard.

Ow!

Molly loved Joe.

But when she found out he
and his family were criminals,

she wanted out.

More importantly, she
wanted her son out.

- But Joe wouldn't have that.
- He tried to kill her.

Molly fought back.

She grabbed a knife...

it must have hit the carotid artery

because there was blood everywhere.

From that moment, she was a dead woman

unless I helped her. So I did.

So the body was disposed of

but you made it appear as though

he killed his wife and then ran away.

A rather elegant solution, I thought.

Until Ma Murphy didn't get
her flowers for her birthday.

She then realized that her son was dead,

and that the blood that was
found in the Montreal apartment

by the police was in fact
his and not his wife's.

And she wanted Molly dead
and her grandson back.

That's why they set me up for murder.

They thought I'd give them up
rather than be facing the noose.

But why bother setting you up at all?

Why not simply torture
you for the information?

I think they enjoyed
the irony of having me

implicated in Joe's murder.

But you still are implicated.

How so?

Joe was killed by Molly in self-defence.

You lied to me.

Until you mentioned Joe Murphy's name,

everything I told you
was the absolute truth.

I only lied to save my friend.

And lying is not a crime.

You buried a body.

Prove it.

I just might.

But until then, you're free to go.

Thank you.

Oh, uh,

the Murphys may still
have it in for you.

You should watch your back.

I will.

William...

Yes?

Thank you for watching mine.

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