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Hup.

Well, what do you think?

How much does this place cost?

Now, William, don't you worry.

Well, whenever you say
that, it's never a good sign.

Well, there's no use complaining.
It's already paid for.

By whom?

Well, us.

Me.

No matter. I think
it's the perfect place

for us to get reacquainted,
don't you think?

We could have done that
in London. With Susannah.

Well, there'll be plenty of time
for the three of us in London,

but right now, this time is for us.

Hello, there.

Welcome.

Welcome.

As per your request,
Dr. Ogden, apple cider.

- Finest in the Cotswolds.
- Just his.

- Ooh. Yes. Indeed.
- Good.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Mm?

Julia.

Ronald Perle is staying here.

Excuse me?

Ronald Perle, one of the
world's greatest detectives.

I thought that was your title.

There's certainly room for more.

Uh, pardon the intrusion.

Mr. Perle,

well, I'd just like to say what
an honour it is to meet you.

And, uh, who might you be?

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Oh, well.

Sorry to disappoint you, but, uh,

your assumptions are wrong.
My name is Jonathan Starke.

Oh. Oh, but you look just like...

Ronald Perle. I've
heard that many times.

I suppose I bear a resemblance,
but I am most assuredly not him.

Good day, Mister, uh, Murdoch.

Have a pleasant stay.

You, as well.

Well, it appears one of the world's

greatest detectives was wrong.

I don't care what he says.
That man is Ronald Perle.

And if he's here, that
means something is going on.

Oh, dear Lord.

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Isn't it magnificent?

Certainly hope so. I
saw the inn's rate card.

Oh, of course you did.

If we're not careful,

we may not see much
of this place at all.

William?

I knew it.

Knew what?

Th-the man, who claims
not to be Ronald Perle.

He's examining this place top to bottom.

I know he's up to something.

But what?

Well...

I will leave you to your musings.

Julia? Ogden?

Yes.

It's Wendell Stewart.

Wendell?

- Waggish Wendell?
- Yes.

All grown up. Uh,

though I don't use
that sobriquet anymore.

No.

Is this woman disturbing you, sir?

Oh, h-hardly, Sims. No,

it's Julia. Ogden. Remember?

She was the medical
student that father hired

to mind me that one summer he and mother

- were on the Continent.
- Ah.

Wh-what on earth are you doing here?

Uh, I'm vacationing with my husband.

I-I thought, uh, you
had moved to Canada.

That's what my father told me.

I have, but,

well, I'm currently residing
in London. How is your father?

Uh, recently, um, deceased.

- Oh.
- It was unexpected.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

But I intend to continue
his, uh, noble work.

- Sir!
- Sims,

Julia is a family friend.
There are no secrets here.

Father was a member
of the Group of Ghent,

along with those men there.

Group of Ghent?

Yes, uh, philanthropists,

industrialists working to
im-improve life in the colonies.

A task you should be
attending to now, sir.

Yes. Yes, of course.

I, I do hope we have
a chance to catch up.

Yes.

Don't get your hopes up.

He will be mine by
the end of the weekend.

He's half my age.

And filthy rich.

A perfect combination, wouldn't you say?

Mm.

Still, he's not the only
one with potential here.

You do know this was
once a hunting lodge?

I didn't.

Well, let me just say,

the hunt is on.

Charmed.

You can't fool me.

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

You are on a case, aren't you?

Oh, but don't worry, I can
assure you complete discretion.

There's no need for discretion.
I'm simply taking the air.

Hm.

You said your name was Murdoch?

I did.

- From Canada?
- Yes.

And you are a detective
of some note as well?

As well? You see! I'm right?

Well, if you must
know, I am Ronald Perle.

But I am no longer a
detective. I have retired.

Well, then, perhaps you can
tell me what you were doing

out here in the gazebo taking notes?

Simply...

enjoying the garden. It's
a hobby I intend to take up.

I don't believe it.

That's your prerogative.

But there comes a time
in every man's life

when he must say goodbye to the past.

You're the greatest.

Now perhaps the title can
be claimed by someone new.

Perhaps you.

Julia?

Julia, I was right.

It is Ronald Perle! And he's here.

Something is afoot.

It certainly is. I'm going to dinner

with an extremely distracted husband.

Is this too formal for
an English country inn?

Well?

Seems you've cured me of my distraction.

And we are going to be late to dinner.

Ah!

I shouldn't be here
more than a couple days.

They found a rat's nest in our office.

A rat's nest in a lawyer's office.

Huh. How surprising.

- Ha, ha.
- Oh, uh,

if Margaret comes sniffing around later,

tell her I've gone to play golf
with a bunch of city supervisors

and that I'll be home late.

Planning a visit to the 19th hole?

Truth be told, I won't be playing golf.

In fact, I can't stand the game.

Every year, I forget
Margaret's birthday.

But this year, I'm
planning a surprise party,

so mum's the word.

I'll leave that. It'll be her.

I left before she woke up this morning.

She might be angry.

And after tomorrow, she'll be happy!

I've got half the boys
at Station House Four

decorating the Starbright.

You're invited.

Surprise!

Didn't you hear the dinner bell?

Oh! I apologize.

I had a terrible time
getting into my dress.

Likely story.

Wendell!

This is my husband, William.

William, this is Wendell Stewart.

I minded him for a time when
I was in England years ago.

- Oh!
- And this is Mr. Sims.

- Oh. Pleasure to meet you.
- You too.

Wendell is about to become a
member of the Group of Ghent.

Oh! I'm sorry. I'm not familiar.

No need to apologize.

We, we tend to keep a low profile.

A-and what is it that this group does?

The group represents
many of the businesses

in our colonies and contributes
to their development.

And-and-and my father
had pushed the group

to finance numerous schools and
hospitals before his passing,

and I intend to redouble his efforts.

As long as he doesn't
squander the family fortune.

I don't see

helping others as squandering.

Mr. Sims here believes I
still require his guidance,

despite my being a grown man.

It was your father's wish
that I provide you counsel.

- Mr. Stewart.
- Ah, yes.

Excuse me.

Your father was a fine man,

and we are all saddened
by his unfortunate demise.

But the torch must be passed,

and we are pleased that
you are here in his place.

Work begins in the morning.

Tonight, we celebrate.

Here, here.

Cheers.

Uh, leaving so soon?

I am. I'm afraid my
tolerance for late nights

isn't what it used to be.

Ah. Good night.

You seem disappointed.

I had hoped to speak with Mr. Perle.

Some of his cases are
absolutely fascinating.

Mr. Bohls!

Oh, you are a devil.

Oh, you bring it out
in me, my dear Midge.

Oh! Well, if that's the
case, perhaps we should leave

before we create a further scene.

You're leaving? Is everything all right?

Yes, it certainly is.

Could we get a bottle of
champagne sent to Mr. Bohls' room?

Of course, madam.

Uh, sorry. I think I
will turn in as well.

- Uh, see you in the morning.
- Goodnight.

You can see why young
Wendell needs my counsel.

He hasn't been able to take
his eyes off that gold digger

since the moment we arrived.

Well, nor has any man in attendance.

Yes, but they know the
type of woman she is.

Well, I'm sure she's well aware
of what type of men they are.

Goodnight.

Sorry you missed dinner.

It's our fault. Uh,
we lost track of time.

Shall I make you up some plates?

Yes, please. The country
air has made me ravenous.

Shall we?

I'll go.

Excuse me.

That's a body.

I believe it's that young woman, Midge.

Mr. Perle,

would you care to assist in
the examination of the body?

I hardly see a need.

It's clear she was highly
inebriated and drowned.

You and I both know that

things are often not how they appear.

And sometimes they're exactly that.

You're a detective.

Correction. I was a detective.

Is there a room where I
could examine her body?

An examination?

I used to be a coroner.

It's a skill one doesn't forget easily.

There's a storage room in the basement.

We'll get it ready.

I'll need hot clean water,

and as many towels as you can muster,

and a very sharp filleting knife.

Dreadful business.

Indeed.

Where is young Mr. Stewart?

Master Stewart rarely rises before noon.

Hopefully, he'll be spared this sight.

Golf? He hates the game.

He said it was for work.

I suppose where men are concerned,

all the most important
decisions are made

between the fairway and the green.

I'm thinking of taking
up the sport myself.

Did he say anything else?

- No.
- How about what day it is?

Did he mention anything about that?

He did not.

So bloody typical!

If you happen to see my husband,

please tell him he'll find his
dinner cold and in the icebox.

Oh! Excuse me, please!

Hello. Any conclusions?

Something doesn't add up.

I found hardly any water in her lungs.

She didn't drown?

No. But I found this.

A small puncture wound on her neck.

- A syringe mark?
- It would appear so.

But I found no other signs of trauma.

So she didn't simply
stumble down to the water

- in a state of inebriation.
- I would say not.

So what exactly would you say?

Mr. Perle? I thought you didn't
care to get involved in this.

Let me just say, the contemplation

of the creation of my new garden
lacks a certain stimulation.

I would imagine finding her in the water

would make the determination
of a time of death impossible.

It would certainly have
an effect on lividity.

Indeed. Well, we should get to this.

The trail already grows cold.

It's in the blood isn't
it, Detective Murdoch?

And then she and Mr. Bohls left together

at approximately 11:30 p.m.

Did you notice anything
suspicious between them?

She seemed to leave with
Mr. Bohls quite willingly.

In fact, I would say she took the lead.

Ah.

Well, what do you
think, Detective Murdoch?

Should we leave this to
the local authorities?

I suppose we could, if you
thought that to be the wise choice.

It would probably be wise,

but I very rarely make the wise choice.

Your retirement?

It was hardly that.

Herr Bohls.

May we have a word with you, please?

Who are you?

I'm Detective Ronald Perle

and this is my associate,
Detective William Murdoch.

Well, ask me your questions.

Evelyn is a colleague of mine.

What you say to me, you can say to her.

I would prefer somewhere more private.

Apologies, ma'am.

Of course.

Should I reschedule the meeting?

Of course not.

This will be but a minute.

You think I murdered her?

That is an outrageous accusation!

And one we have not made.

We're simply trying to
establish her movements

in the hours before her death.

And since you were the last
one to be seen with her,

it stands to reason we'd
want to speak to you.

As I told you,

she and I retired to my room.

We had a drink,

and then I, regrettably, fell asleep.

And this morning?

I only woke with the commotion
of her being found in the pond.

Now, if you will excuse me,

I have a meeting to attend.

What do you think?

Given the amount of alcohol in the room,

it seems a likely outcome.

There is...

You see something?

This...

could have been tampered with.

A sedative of some sort?

Perhaps.

- Hm.
- The bottle was delivered

to the room with the cork in place.

- You are certain of that?
- Of course.

Mr. Bohls would never accept
an opened bottle of alcohol.

He's a suspicious sort?

German. Meticulous.

- Often to a fault.
- Thank you.

Begging your pardon, sirs.

I was to deliver the champagne.

Was to? Do you mean to say you didn't?

Well, the young man in attendance...

- Mr. Stewart?
- Yes.

He insisted on carrying
out the delivery.

Thank you.

And tampered with their champagne?

- No, th-that's absurd.
- Is it?

Why did you insist on
delivering the bottle?

I simply wanted to make sure that
the young woman was all right.

She made it very clear that she was

in Mr. Bohls' room of her own accord.

Mr. Stewart.

Yes. I-if you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

I have business I need to attend to.

It's my first official meeting.

What do you think?

I think Mr. Stewart's
our number one suspect,

and right now, his room is empty.

A camera.

No film.

Nowhere near here to process any.

So someone took it.

Or it was never loaded.

Mm. Don't complicate things.

Interesting.

Can you make heads or tails of it?

That's not any code
I've come across before.

A camera without film.

A message without meaning.

I have missed this job.

Ah.

What are you two doing in here?

This is Master Stewart's room.

We're looking into the matter
of the young woman's death.

I insist both of you leave at once!

In a minute.

Excuse me.

What did you just take off that dresser?

Show me your hands.

What is that?

And what is this?

I've no idea.

For someone who's supposed
to be looking after him,

you don't seem to know much, do you?

He's an impulsive young man.

I cannot account for all his actions.

You should have them come
by on a regular basis.

It all looks in good working order.

But what about the entertainment?

Uh, Miss Eudora Nadeau
has agreed to perform.

Eudora Nadeau?

How much does she charge?

She requires $20.

- In advance.
- Ah! Of course. Ha.

And I require $20 for
my fee for the room.

I'll be turning away paying customers.

Of course.

You're in a very generous mood.

Well, Margaret's birthday
only comes but once a year.

And most years, I cock it up and forget.

But not this year.

Hm.

Do you think you'd be able
to tell us what this is?

- I can try.
- We believe it to be a sedative of some sort.

Perhaps you could find traces of it

in the young woman's remains.

Or in the champagne bottle.

Your idea of a vacation
is very strange, William.

Consider it a working holiday.

I believe a conversation with
Mr. Stewart is in order. Shall we?

It would be preferable

if relations between your two
countries could, uh, deteriorate.

We are working on it.

A man with an unfavourable opinion
towards England will be appointed.

- Excuse us.
- This is a private meeting!

We won't be long. Mr. Stewart,

- could we have a word?
- What is the meaning of this?

Mr. Stewart is a member of this group.

And, unfortunately,
he's also the subject

of a murder investigation.

- Mr. Stewart?
- Yes.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

This is ridiculous.

I have the right to question Mr.
Stewart. I'm a police officer.

In Canada, perhaps. You
have no standing here.

Ronald Perle. Metropolitan
Police. Will that do?

But you're American.

Doesn't make me any
less of a police officer.

Right, Mr. Stewart,
what happened last night?

Is this really necessary?

- You were both there.
- It's fine, Sims.

I went to dinner.

I retired early, so as to
prepare for today's meeting.

After delivering the
bottle of champagne.

Y-yes. W-we've already
had that conversation.

That was before we found this.

What the devil is that?

We were hoping you could tell us.

I have never seen it before in my life.

Well, then, perhaps you
can explain how it ended up

being in your room?

I have no idea.

Where's the film for this camera?

I-I've never seen that either.

Someone is attempting to
make me look like a murderer.

And doing a pretty fair job of it.

Right.

I thought you had retired.

I have. I keep the badge
for sentimental reasons,

but Mr. Sims need not know that.

Ah. What have you, Julia?

I believe the substance
to be chloral hydrate.

A little bit would knock you out,

but too much could kill you.

I see.

So, you two believe that Wendell Stewart

incapacitated Mr. Bohls

and then murdered this poor young woman?

Seems like that's what happened.

Well, Mr. Perle, you and I both know

that appearances can be deceiving,

and I find it hard to believe
that the young man that I knew

would be capable of
either of those things.

You knew him as a small child.

Now he is a rich, entitled young man

who was rejected by a woman.

Well, I'm sure he could
have his choice of many.

But apparently not the one he wanted.

- Could I speak to him, please?
- Not a good idea.

Uh, Mr. Perle, i-if I may,

Julia has assisted me
on a number of cases.

Perhaps the young man
will be willing to tell her

something that he
wouldn't otherwise tell us.

A husband and wife detective team.

What a novel idea.

Someone should write a serial about you.

I-I-I didn't kill that woman, Julia.

Well, the substance that killed
her was found in your room.

Yes.

I had nothing to do with that.

Well, are you suggesting
that it was planted?

Yes, of course. Of course it was.

Who would want to blame you?

There... There are...

things going on all 'round us...

that you know nothing about.

Trust me and tell me.

I can't.

- Margaret, I'm sorry, but he's still golf...
- Golfing. I know.

Please tell him I am taking
the three o'clock coach

to Grimsby to visit my sisters,

and that I may return at some point.

No, no, no, no! You can't leave.

It's my birthday. I
can do whatever I want.

Oh! Oh, oh, please, step aside!

Damn.

What are you doing?

The three o'clock coach?

And you didn't tell her not to take it?

I did what you asked! I said nothing.

- Bloody hell.
- We have a problem with Eudora.

Eudora. Eudora Nadeau? Is she here?

Yes. The one and only. And
she requires an extra $10.

- I've already given her 20!
- Her price has gone up!

She refuses to perform
unless you meet it.

I suppose she'll be worth it.

I adore Eudora Nadeau.

Mr. Perle, Mr. Perle.
I've figured it out.

- Figured out what?
- The coded message.

It's a simple Caesar shift.

I can't believe I didn't see it before.

What's it say?

"I have arrived. I'll
be using the name Midge."

So, Mr. Stewart and the dead young woman

knew each other prior to this.

I knew it!

What do you mean, you knew it?

What do you know of this Group of Ghent?

Uh, very little, I confess.

Every country has a government
that the people think

controls their destinies,
but every government

serves forces other than
those who elected them.

And you believe this Group
of Ghent to be one such force?

Industrialists, bankers,
men with ties to munitions,

shipbuilding and the
like. They are the ones

who truly run the world.

Well, that is a radical opinion.

You're right about that.
And it was the voicing

of that opinion that led to
my dismissal from the Met.

They called me, what
was the word they used?

Paranoid.

And it is this paranoia
that has brought you here.

Yes. I believe the Group of
Ghent to be a shadow government.

And young Wendell Stewart
is their newest member.

But perhaps not as loyal
as he might first appear.

Mr. Stewart.

Could you please explain this?

That looks like gibberish to me.

Oh, come now. It's far from that.

This is a message to you
from the deceased young woman.

A woman you claimed to have never met.

Fine, all right!

I knew her. What of it?

I, I didn't kill her.

Perhaps it's time for the truth.

You knew the young woman,

you arranged to meet her here.

What were you up to?

Wendell,

you told me that there was more
going on here than meets the eye.

I think it's time you told us.

How do I know to trust you?

If you knew the young
woman, you owe it to her.

Ah, bollocks!

The dog sees a rabbit.

Hup.

Hup.

Whoa! Idiot.

Trying to get yourself killed?

Toronto Constabulary. Shut your mouth.

Margaret, get out of the carriage.

Absolutely not.

- Ride on, please!
- Stay where you are!

Every year! Every year
you say you won't forget,

- and every year you do!
- Forget what?

Oh! You see what I mean?

It's your birthday.

I know it's your bloody birthday.

I had a big surprise planned
for you, but you've ruined it.

Surprise. What?

Come with me and I'll show you.

I can do it.

It's time, everyone! He's
got her. They're coming.

- Behind the bar. Hide.
- Effie!

- You might want to crouch down!
- I am!

Well, crouch downer.

No need to hide, everyone.
She already knows.

Surprise!

Well, this is off to a rousing start.

Oh, well, it may have
started with a fizzle,

but let's end it with a bang!

My, uh, father was a member of the
Group of Ghent for his entire life.

He, he made it clear that

I would have his seat at the
table once he, he passed on.

How did your father die?

It was a automobile accident

on a coastal road to Monaco.

His body and his car
were never recovered.

Did you suspect anything at the time?

I thought

it simply, um, misadventure.

In the last few years of his
life, my father became, uh,

more and more, uh,

despondent...

and increasingly relied upon, uh,

morphine and alcohol.

Something was troubling him.

His association with this group?

That is what I came to believe.

And then that fact was proven out.

How?

I was approached by a young woman.

She, uh, and I had
attended college together.

Her name was Claire Monahan.

This is the organization
your father belonged to.

What? Where did you get these?

That's not important.

I-i-it is to me.

I found them in my father's study.

A journalist hoped
he would publish them,

tell the world the truth about
what the Group of Ghent does.

I want to speak with this journalist.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Why not?

He's disappeared.

I fear he was killed
for what he discovered.

Hm. What were the contents
of these documents?

Plans.

All manner of plans

for every eventuality.

It was the,

the execution of a labour
leader in South America,

the destabilization
of colonies in Africa,

the sowing of discord between
the great nations of Europe.

Where are the documents now?

She wouldn't surrender them to me.

She was, uh, assaulted
after she left my flat.

No! No!

She was left for dead.

I didn't...

hear from her again until
just before this weekend.

The documents she
showed me were long gone.

All of this is the truth.

Sirs...

These men, they need to be stopped.

They're planning the murder
of Ferdinand of Austria,

and they hope to ignite the fuse

and plunge all of Europe into war.

And, once that happens,

they sell munitions to both sides

and get rich off the blood of innocents.

And after hostilities cease,

they finance the rebuilding.

You have proof of this?

That camera that you found
in my room. It was hers.

And the chloral hydrate?

She used it on Mr. Bohls.

Are you sure we haven't had enough?

A man should never
say no to a young woman

and good champagne.

And currently both are in your room

and ready for your enjoyment.

It was Bohls who outlined a plan

to assassinate Ferdinand.

It was her job

to retrieve what was taken from her.

Where are the photographs?

Likely long gone.

If all of this is true,

then one of these men was
responsible for the death of Midge.

I'd say our most likely
suspect is Mr. Bohls.

Mr. Stewart, you need to remain
in these rooms and lock your door.

Well, Mr. Perle, are you ready to arrest

the men who rule the world?

You're damn right. My
superiors considered

my suspicions to be
the ravings of a madman.

There were times I hardly blamed them.

Well, this is your chance
to prove them wrong.

Yes.

- We should get to their rooms.
- It would hardly matter.

Men who live in the shadows

are well able to disappear into them.

Mm.

Happy birthday, darling.

- Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday.

And... there she is.

Oh, my God!

That's Eudora Nadeau.

Well, you must be the birthday girl.

I... I am. I am.

Well, it'd be my pleasure
to perform for you.

Oh!

- Have a seat, Margaret.
- Oh.

You really shouldn't have splurged.

Well, now you tell me.

- I'm only joking.
- Oh.

The smile on your face is priceless.

- Chief Constable, cake?
- Mm-mm.

You can't pursue them?

They have diplomatic immunity.

Plus, we have no more than suspicions.

So they go free, and
Wendell pays the price?

He won't be charged.

And whoever murdered
that poor young woman

- goes unpunished.
- For now.

They are all gone, aren't they?

So it would appear, yes.

You should tread carefully, Mr. Stewart,

especially now that they
know you're disloyal to them.

I, I, I do not intend
to stop in my efforts

to unmask who they really are.

An unwise choice.

That may be so, but it's mine to make.

Oh! You require assistance?

I'm fine.

I can manage.

- Ah!
- Oh, dear!

Oh!

Mr. Sims, you're injured.

Oh, it's nothing. It's just a fall.

Never been much of a horseman.

That looks...

M-my wife is a doctor. Perhaps
you should have her look at it?

It's not necessary, really.

Is there something you
don't want us to see?

Show us your arm!

No.

Mr. Sims, show us your arm.

I wonder what sort of animal did that.

I think I have an idea.

Ahh!

You were onto those two
young people, weren't you?

Sims?

You should have left well enough alone.

Both you and your father.

You didn't.

They ordered me to.

They knew what you were up
to, and you had to be stopped.

I trusted you.

And you learned a valuable lesson.

Trust no one.

You want your confession, sir?

Here it is:

I killed Alexander Stewart

and Claire Monahan, and I did it alone.

No! No!

No!

Get away from them, Master Stewart!

As far away as you can.

So, not back to London then?

Not yet. I plan on taking a few days,

now that all the
excitement has died down.

- To design your garden?
- I will...

I will retire that idea.

Ah, no. Young Wendell and
I are off to the Continent.

We will track down this group.

- You think that's wise?
- Of course not.

But it is a decision that a paranoid

and a bold young man might make.

Detective,

it was a pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure was mine.

- You have a friend in Canada.
- Mm.

Please be safe, Wendell.

Yes, I will be.

I'm so sorry that we suspected you.

Oh, don't-don't-don't be.

You and your husband are crime solvers.

I would expect no less.

We're off!

Gentlemen.

Well, certainly is a
handsome neighbourhood.

Now, William, before you say anything,

the hospital board pays for lodging.

There she is!

Hello!

Hello!

Oh, wonderful!

Together again.

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