Murdoch Mysteries

Come on, hurry up.

Copper...

One of these days when their backs are turned, huh?

You the copper?

Who wants to know?

Name's Julian Foster.

- I'm only in for assault. - Good for you.

What I mean is, I'll be out soon,

and I have some business to attend to.

Business that could profit us both.

- How so? - Tell me where she is.

Who?

The one whose husband you're doing time for killing.

- Why are you looking for her?! - It's not just me.

If you care for her, you'd best let me find her first.

Move apart.

Meet me in the coal shed in 10 minutes.

William...

What do you think of this?

"Cartography exhibit.

The original Mercator projection."

The complete planisphere.

They're only in town for a little while.

I thought we might have lunch after.

Better get going, then.

Hello.

Henry, a burglary isn't usually something

that requires my attention.

I see.

Yes, yes. I'll be there presently.

No Mercator projection?

There's been a burglary at Edna Brooks' old residence.

Then you should go.

Probably has nothing to do with her, but...

George is in prison for a crime she likely committed.

It's better a dead end than a missed opportunity.

You're right.

Oh, my God.

Foster.

Foster, look... look at me.

Who... Who did this to you?

What does this have to do with Edna Brooks?!

Foster.

Damn it.

Guards! Guards!

Stay back.

- What are you doing? - Get back with the others.

You can't move the body like...

Let's go on.

- You're destroying evidence! - Don't get involved.

- That man was murdered. - It's not your concern.

As a matter of fact, it's of great concern to me.

Then be smart about it.

Back to it!

Mr. Suffock's been living here for the past four months,

and this is the first break-in as far as he knows.

What was taken, Mr. Suffock?

Uh, nothing, as far as I can tell.

He returned home from his night shift

and he found his curtains were drawn, sir.

They were open before I left to work.

I was thinking that the intruder

may not have wanted to be seen from the outside, sir.

A reasonable assumption.

No sign of forced entry. Did you lock that door?

Of course. They must have picked the lock.

Or had a key.

You think Mrs. Brooks returned, sir?

Sir?

Something is different from when I was last here.

What?

I-I don't know.

Henry, please fetch my camera.

Right away.

You're not a policeman anymore,

so stop behaving like one.

That man who was killed...

He's somehow connected to a woman

by the name of Edna Brooks.

- Yes, I know who she is. - You do?

She's the reason you're in here, is she not?

She killed her husband, and you took responsibility for it.

What makes you think I didn't kill him?

If you'd been guilty, you would have pled guilty.

If you were both innocent, you would have pled not guilty.

Instead you pled nolo contendere... no contest...

The only plea that would close the case

without forcing you to confess to a crime you didn't commit.

You're either the most noble man I've ever met

or the stupidest.

I can't quite decide which.

Well, good luck to you.

There's plenty of break-ins in this neighborhood, Murdoch.

There was no sign of forced entry, sir,

and the curtains were deliberately drawn.

So Edna Brooks went back to her apartment.

Is that what you're suggesting?

It's possible.

- You're clutching at straws. - Sir, they are all I have.

Bloody Crabtree.

If he would just tell us where she was. I know he knows.

I've tried. He won't even see me.

So how is this lot gonna help?

Well, sir, if Edna Brooks did return

to her apartment, she did so for a reason.

What exactly are you looking for?

I'm not sure.

Something is different from when we were there last.

After Archie Brooks' murder?

Is something missing?

I don't know. I can't quite put my finger on it.

Spot the difference.

What fun! They could make a game out of this.

The blood is gone.

- And there's a new tablecloth. - Mm, not that.

William, look at the stove.

- What? - Look at the stovepipe.

It was misaligned, and now it's not.

That's it.

That's what was bothering me!

The stovepipe was removed and then replaced.

Someone was looking for something.

Or retrieving it.

I knew there was a reason I married you.

All right, stand in the yard.

I wouldn't do that.

I need to see that body before it's disposed of.

Just wait a moment.

You know something?

He said your mother was a prostitute.

He did, did he?

What are you saying about my mother?

- What? - You better watch it!

Get out of here! I never said nothing!

- You made a big mistake! - Get off of mel.

Break it up! Break it up!

I'll kill you!

- You better watch it! - You better watch it!

Come on! Let's go to work! Move 'em!

Sir.

It's good to see you, George.

Thank you for coming, sir.

What have you?

A man by the name of Julian Foster

was killed in here yesterday.

He was in the same regiment as Archibald Brooks.

How do you know that?

They share a regimental tattoo.

And, sir, he told me he was to be released soon,

and he was asking Edna's whereabouts.

I think she might be in danger.

Where is she?

I can't tell you what I don't know.

You do know.

I can still tell when you're lying to me, George.

You're protecting her.

Sir, you of all people should understand.

Foster was murdered, sir.

It might have something to do with Archibald Brooks.

I'll look into it.

Take him out of here.

That's it.

Stay back, please.

You found us an apartment on Trafalgar Square?

Not on it, but three blocks away.

I have butterflies.

- Good butterflies? - I think so.

Oh, Emily, I'm so excited you've decided to come.

The suffrage movement there is years ahead of Canada.

We did run a candidate for provincial election.

Yes.

That is why Emmeline Pankhurst wants us to join her.

- Oh, I should go. - I'll see you at home.

What have you, Detective?

The victim's name is Julian Foster.

He was murdered in the Don Jail.

And I have assumed jurisdiction.

He was stabbed,

and I believe this to be the murder weapon.

I should be able to confirm that.

Doctor, this may have something to do

with the Archibald Brooks case.

I'll see what I can find.

Thank you, Doctor.

And how do you suggest we proceed?

We ask around.

The door of the coal shed was open to the yard.

Somebody saw something.

And you think they'll talk to us?

A homosexual and a disgraced police officer?

So, what do you suggest we do... Nothing?

Is that the only inference you can draw?

How would you proceed?

Why are these men in here, Crabtree?

What common trait do they hold?

Poor judgment.

And what constitutes poor judgment?

Rashness, I suppose.

A tendency to act without regarding consequence.

Or is it the inability to imagine the series of events