Murdoch Mysteries

Two turns left before the final.

Place your bets.

10 loses.

4 wins.

That's it for me.

You shouldn't risk everything on one card, Hannah.

This from the man who leaves everything to chance?

Only too true, Hannah.

Place your bets. Come on, Magnus.

Russell. Emily.

I'll let mine ride.

I'll add...

four more checks.

2 loses.

Queen wins.

You cheated, Jacob.

What are you talking about?

No one can win a game that's gaffed.

I demand we inspect the cards.

Show him the cards, Jacob.

He won't be satisfied till we do.

We need some more light.

Fanny, would you be so kind?

Yes, Mr. MacDonald.

The filament must be broken. Try the other lamp.

Yes, sir.

I'll fetch an oil lamp.

Hurry up, Hannah.

It's dark as Hades in here.

Jacob?

Oh, Jacob!

Detective Murdoch.

Dr. Grace.

I'm surprised you were able to make it here in the storm.

I almost didn't.

You were telephoned as well?

I was here already.

Oh. I see.

Well, then I take it you knew the victim.

Yes. Jacob Oliver.

We went to medical school together.

And is this his establishment?

No, he's a guest of the owner,

Magnus MacDonald.

He lives here with his sister-in-law,

Hannah Beaumont.

Sir.

When will my guests be allowed to leave?

Detective William Murdoch.

I'm afraid everyone here will have to be questioned.

A poor end to what was supposed to be

a splendid evening.

These people are friends of yours, Doctor?

A group of us get together from time to time

to play cards.

What happened?

We were playing when the storm knocked out the lights.

Suddenly Jacob was gasping for air and clutching his neck.

Iran to tend to him. Russell tried to help too.

- Russell? - Russell Chisholm.

He is the man at the bar with Magnus.

He's a doctor as well.

Hmm. Quite the game of cards.

Your thoughts, Doctor?

Jacob died of blood loss.

Something is wedged in his neck

that likely severed the carotid artery.

I'll know more once I continue my investigation at the morgue.

I'm ready to take the body now.

I'm afraid your examination

will have to take place here, Doctor.

What do you mean?

The ferry to the mainland isn't going anywhere

until this storm lets up.

We're here for the night.

Are you quite all right, Doctor?

I was sitting at a table with my friends, playing cards,

and one of them died in front of me.

No, I'm not all right.

A bloody nuisance.

My whole force is out dealing with emergencies-

people stranded, washed-out roads.

Cells at Station 2 are flooded.

He needs to be housed.

We don't want the poor sod

catching his death, now, do we?

Certainly not. Ned Watts.

He's laying charges against Randolph Means tomorrow.

Randolph the Razor?

You've got some stones.

Nothing to do with stones.

It's his neck or mine.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Appreciate it, Thomas.

Crabtree, where the bloody hell do you think you're going?

Sir, I was going to catch some of the vaudeville.

They're giving out prizes of coal and ham

to anyone who will brave the storm.

Not tonight, you're not. I need you.

He'll be signing a deposition

at the Crown attorney's office tomorrow.

I'll make sure that he practices his penmanship.

Does the Razor know that we have him?

Who knows what the Razor knows?

Crabtree, put him in the cells.

Cells?

I'm providin' evidence tomorrow,

testimony that'll put Randolph the Razor

on the sorry end of the noose.

I'm not sitting in any cell.

I suppose I could watch him just was well here, sir.

Well, don't be mollycoddlin' him.

If Razor gets wind of where I am,

we're all gonna die tonight.

Will you be much longer, Detective?

I'm afraid your guests will have to stay put

until the weather breaks.

You may as well make yourselves comfortable.

Hmm.

Very little blood spatter.

I confess to being an admirer of Conan Doyle.

I take it you're familiar with him.

I'm somewhat acquainted, yes.

Hmm.

I believe the reason for the lack of blood

is that Jacob was clutching at his neck,

trying to save his life.

You were playing a game of faro, yes?

We were.

It's an elegant game in all its simplicity,

a man's fate decided on the turn of a card.

Hmm.

The table's too wide for anybody to reach across

and stab the victim.

Mr. MacDonald,

I would prefer to conduct my investigation alone,

if you don't mind.

Just trying to help, sir.

How much longer is this going to go on?

Apparently, until the good detective is finished with us.

Fanny, would you pour us a drink?

We may as well get comfortable.

Margaret, look, it can't be helped.

I'll have a duty detective-

Margaret?

Margaret!

Mar-Oh...

Bollocks.

We lost the telephone connection.

That's likely due to the storm, sir.

I know it's from the bloody storm, Crabtree.

I would like to write out my deposition now,

if I could.

It can wait until morning.

Doubt it can.

Maybe there was no flood at Station 2.

Maybe they just wanted me out of there.

Razor intends on finishing me tonight

and anyone who stands in his way, I imagine.

Well, he would have to make it through

two highly trained officers of the law to do that.

You two?

Roly and Poly?

Know why they call him the Razor?

Not for the means which he dispatches his victims

but because he's in possession of an extremely sharp mind.

Doubt you two are a match.

You just watch your mouth, sunshine.

- Here he comes! - Sit down!

Crabtree, answer the door.

Constable Crabtree, get the door.

- You'd best arm yourself. - I said sit down!

Please, I need refuge!

Uh, we're having a situation.

I know my rights!

You're obliged to help me,

or need I quote from the Police Services Act?

- The bloody hell? - Fine, there's a stove here.

You can warm yourself there, old man.

Old man?

I'm but 43.

These are hardly ideal circumstances

for such a delicate procedure.

We have to conduct the investigation from the mainland.

It's not possible, Doctor.

That's not enough light.

- Where's the fuse box? - I don't know.

Perhaps it wasn't the storm

that knocked out the lodge's power.

What are you doing?

Miss Beaumont.

This is my studio.

I'm conducting a murder investigation.

I realize that,

but it didn't happen here, did it?

Does anyone recognize this pin?

It had been jammed in the socket of the lamp.

Any attempt to turn it on would have tripped the circuit.

Who does it belong to?

Um, it looks like one of mine. It must have fallen out.