Murdoch Mysteries

Mr Parker's death will not go unavenged.

We will find out who did this to him.

Isn't she sitting in our jail cells?

Suspecting isn't knowing.

Isn't that right, Murdoch?

Sir.

It was a nice service.

Where was his body?

I'll be sending him to his family in Pittsburgh.

Not quite yet.

I need Doctor Ogden to take a proper look.

He'll be released once we're done.

I see you have charged me formally.

I have.

Simply because you do not like me.

What I think of you has nothing to do with this

one way or the other.

I'm a policeman.

Now, if we could discuss the events of last Tuesday night.

No, I won't be saying anything to you

until my lawyer arrives.

She should be here in a moment.

I see.

Well then I suppose we'll just have to wait.

Sir, Miss Hart's attorney is here.

Miss Newsome, come in.

Detective Murdoch, I have looked at the case

against Miss Hart.

It seems to me you have insufficient evidence

to charge her.

I don't share that sentiment.

That's clear.

Miss Newsome, is this your first criminal defence case?

I'm not sure that matters.

Well, I'm afraid you're not off to a good start.

Miss Hart here has murdered a good man.

I didn't do it.

What reason would I have kill Mr Parker?

That is what I intend to find out.

Miss Hart, you have committed numerous crimes

since arriving here.

It's time you paid for them.

Detective.

Miss Newsome.

You do understand I am simply doing my job.

Of course. As am I.

Am I to understand Doctor Ogden will be performing

another post mortem on Mr Parker.

She still has standing.

Of course. I would request that I be present.

As you wish.

Thank you.

- Detective? - Yes?

Have you heard from George?

No. Why?

He had been writing me every day on his tour.

It's been going very well.

Oh, good.

It's wonderful.

But I haven't heard from him in the last three days.

I'm sure he's fine.

George can sometimes get preoccupied.

I know.

I do hope all of this can proceed

with a minimum of rancour.

Of course.

We both have our jobs to do.

Effie.

You think something's happened to George?

I'm sure it's nothing.

I'll ask around.

Thank you, Henry.

My mother was a prostitute.

What are you doing?

She was my mother.

If that's what she was,

maybe that's what I am too.

Don't you like me?

Aren't I beautiful?

Yes, you're beautiful,

but this is, you don't want this, Amelia.

No!

It is what I was born for.

This is who I am.

This is what I want.

- You don't want this. - You can love me, George.

No, I can't. I love somebody else.

- Are you lying to me again? - I swear.

I swear it, it's my sweetheart. Effie.

I love her.

They are my paintings we're talking about.

And you are supposed to be dead.

And obviously he is not.

So tell us why we shouldn't throw you in jail.

Not a single one of those men purchased my paintings.

They were on loan.

Why?

They were prominent people.

I thought if people saw my art in their homes,

it could lead to sales.

- But it didn't. - Sadly no.

Until you died.

You want to tell me about that?

I was a failure. I was despondent.

I disappeared for a time.

And I reported him missing.

I honestly didn't know where he was.

And you were presumed dead.

Apparently.

And your paintings became more valuable.

This was not a part of a plan.

It just simply happened.

The scarcity of an item inherently increases it's value.

I was completely surprised by that.

So I tried to retrieve Philipe's paintings.

And they refused.

They denied even knowing me.

They denied the fact

the paintings were not their property.

And the paintings continued to go up in value.

Which meant I was no longer a failure.

I was rich.

Not without your paintings you weren't.

They were our property.

We were simply taking back what was ours.

I don't think those two are the criminals here.

Do you concur?

I like the way you think.

Thank you.

Everything seems to be in order.

And this would be where the phenol was injected.

Anyone could have done that.

Anyone with access.

Phenol is available in every one of the city's

mortuaries and hospitals.

And why wouldn't she just lie if the cause of death

was something that would implicate her?

Because I was right here with her.

I would have noticed.

I see.

- Doctor Ogden. - Yes.

It was a full eight hours from the time Mr Parker

was found dead until he was delivered to the morgue.

Is that unusual?

I'm sure there was a reason.

But would you say it was unusual?

Effie, I don't care for your tone.

If there was a delay in delivering the body

I am sure William had his reasons.

I'm sure he did.

But I will have to raise this discrepancy

if this goes to trial.

Thank you for letting me observe.

I would like a copy of the post-mortem.

You will have it.

Watts?

We've caught the actual thieves.

But not the real ones.

Stop talking in riddles, Watts, I don't have the time for it.

I believe the people who had their paintings stolen

in fact stole them in the first place.

From who?

The artist.

Isn't he bloody dead?

Apparently he went missing and was presumed dead.

In fact, he was simply trying to obtain his stolen--

Watts, that's enough.

Just resolve it, then help Murdoch.

Of course.

And what have you been doing, Higgins?

Been out driving that bloody taxi cab around?

I'm trying to find George Crabtree.

He's on a book signing tour.

Not according to Miss Newsome.

She says he hasn't been heard from in over three days.

Where was he last seen?

Belleville, sir.

Have you been to the train station?

No.

Bloody hell. Come with me, Higgins.

Yeah, I remember him.

You do?

Gave me one of his books.

Anything else you can tell us?

He left with a woman.

You're sure?

Oh yeah, and she was a real piece of goods that one.

Way above his station.

Thank you.

- Well, that's settled. - Is it now?

He's getting a leg over behind Effie's back, sir.

Guess that's what you get if you're a writer.

I should try my hand at it.

That doesn't sound like Crabtree.

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men, sir.

So who's going to tell Miss Newsome?

You're the one related to her.

And you are prepared to state in a court of law

that you saw this woman with the deceased.

I am.