Murdoch Mysteries

It's 1:00 in the morning.

You never get over that, do you?

Still, damn sight better than the winter.

What do you think, mister?

What do you think's worse,

endless day or never-ending night?

It would depend on your state of mind,

I suppose,

The day, light can consume your thoughts.

The night, thoughts can consume you.

Take the CP rail to Hamilton immediately.

Don't stay on the train any longer,

or they will catch you.

Why are you doing this?

It's one mistake I can set right.

A murderer!

And exactly how long does your Detective Murdoch

intend to continue his leave of absence?

I don't know.

And you consider George Crabtree

to be an adequate replacement'?

Crabtree's a determined chap.

Yes, and an honest one.

That's quite a rarity for this station.

Detective Murdoch was cleared

of any wrongdoing, Chief Constable.

Oh, yes, of course.

A faulty lock enabled the escape of both Detective Murdoch

and Constance Gardiner.

That's my report, and I stand by it.

Yes, well, still, nevertheless,

the two of them did make the choice

to walk away from confinement.

Detective Murdoch did so to apprehend a murderess.

Whom he then proceeded to let go free.

That is merely speculation, sir.

I believe Miss Gardiner made that choice on her own,

a view also held by both our superiors.

Yes, well, let me remind you, Inspector Brackenreid,

that I am now your superior,

and I find your recollection of events to be highly suspect.

Who found the body'?

One of the poor souls that works in this area,

a lady of the night.

And the victim?

No trace of identification

but quite well-dressed for this area, I would say.

Likely not a habituate.

Unless he had stolen another man's clothes.

Hmm.

Well, on first impression,

the cause of death seems plain enough.

- Yes, that it does. - Please, let me through.

I'm Dr. Emily Grace. I'm with the coroner's office.

- Dr. Grace. - Dr. Ogden.

We could have met at my office.

There was no need...

I know, and I apologize.

But a fresh corpse and a crime scene...

what more could one ask for'?

No corpse at all, I suppose.

Of course, sir,

but it appears we have little choice in that,

nor does he.

Ma'am, you can't disrupt the integrity of the scene.

George, this is Dr. Emily Grace.

She's a new employee of the coroner's office,

working under my direction.

Ah.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister...

Crabtree, George Crab... Detective George Crabtree.

Well, Acting Detective, I should say.

So let's get to work, Detective,

"Dearest William.

"I have learned of the marriage proposal

"you intended to make to me.

"If your feelings are the same,

you must let me know before I say my vows."

Sir, Julia's wedding...

did she seem happy?

Of course she did.

It was her bloody wedding day.

Now, gel out.

I'll try and put this right.

Hey, fellas.

Come on up.

Looks like you've come along, long way.

Back to see you after a good scrub.

Once you're presentable, you should pay a visit.

She makes a month on the creek feel worth it.

She's been to the Far East, that one.

She knows things.

Congratulations.

Almost $200.

That's almost half of what I made in a year

back in my old life.

Thank you.

Morning.

I'd like a room, please.

Your lucky day.

You have your choice.

Oh. My old one, then,

2A.

24 it is.

I wonder if I could have a word with Mrs. Bryant.

Well, you certainly can.

Will I find her upstairs'!

Hardly. She's at Fort Herchmer.

The Mounties have charged her with murder.

What?

Bashed Kate Linfield's head in with a pickaxe.

They found Mrs. Bryant ranting and raving,

covered in blood.

I'll be taking breakfast as well.

The bullet entered the right ventricle,

perforated the aorta,

and then lodged in the man's spine.

I imagine death was instantaneous.

From which direction do you think

his assailant approached?

Don't we concentrate on the cause of death

and not the circumstance?

From which direction?

Given the bullet's path,

the person who shot this man

approached him from the right side.

And do you notice anything else unusual?

The man's hands...

they're soft, uncallused.

No dirt under the fingernails.

He's also clean-shaven.

He doesn't seem like a man who'd live there.

Would I include this in my report?

Sometimes I think it best

to provide our detectives with clues.

They're not always as thorough as they should be.

Detective Crabtree?

George Crabtree is a fine detective,

but try as he may, he's no William Murdoch.

I'm still something of a novice

in the practice of culinary arts.

It's quite all right.

I left some of my belongings behind.

I wonder if I could have them sent up to my room.

Do you know where they are?

I left them with Mrs. Bryant.

Then you'll need to ask her.

I can't keep track of everything.

You know, running this establishment on my own,

it's a full-time operation.

Fort Herchmer, you said?

Mm-hmm.

You're her first visitor.

Mr. Murdoch, a pleasure.

Mrs. Bryant.

I'd invite you in for tea or something stronger,

but I find myself ill-equipped.

Just to assure you, lam not a murderer.

Do you have any kind of legal representation?

I'm innocent.

Just the same, it would be wise.

Mr. Harris left for Skagway months ago.

- You're all alone. - Yes.

But you came to see me for a reason.

How can I help you'?

I'm having trouble locating my valise.

I put it away for safekeeping.

It's under the bed in my room.

Don't worry.

I didn't disturb its contents.

Mr. Murdoch, if there is any way you can help me,

I would really apprec-

I really don'! Know how I could.

I'm sorry.

He seems strange.

What drove Mrs. Bryant to such ends?

What drove her was Kate Linfield.

The two hated each other with a fury

that only women can possess.

Elizabeth thought Kate was stealing her business.

They'd been arguing on and off for a couple of weeks.

You.

What the devil are you doing in here?

You're not welcome.

You know what I wonder?

Why would a respected gentleman lay his head here?

I suspect he's getting special favors.

There's not much beneath you, is there?

Stay away from me.

Stay away from me.

Do you hear me?

I do not want to see your face...

Later that evening they found Kate Linfield dead,

the murder weapon in Mrs. Bryant's hands.

Motive, means, and opportunity.

Excuse me?

When did this happen?

Five days ago.

Isaac McKay saw it with his own eyes.

Have they buried Miss Linfield yet?