Murdoch Mysteries

Still working?

Almost finished.

Can it wait?

Sometimes there are more important things than work.

What did you have in mind?

Well, I was headed to bed.

But the sheets are terribly cold.

William, I have surgery in the morning.

I know.

It's not that I don't want to. There's a lot at stake.

Hello?

What are you doing here?

Visiting an old friend.

We weren't friends.

Oh. It's nice to see you too, kid.

We worked together and now we don't.

What are you doing here?

Someone we know is in town.

- Who? - He found you.

Now, I don't know if he's going to a problem yet,

but he might be.

So what?

What are you telling me this for?

Because I'm going to make it all go away for you.

I don't want anything from you.

Look, Violet, I'm happy for you.

You've made good.

But the sad truth is, the things you do in life,

they come back.

And when they do you have to deal with them.

That is unless you don't mind everyone finding out

who you really are.

I detest the winters here.

They're not so bad.

You just need a warmer coat.

No, no. It's not the cold.

It's the dark.

I prefer the dark.

No one can see what you're getting up to.

I'm starting to appreciate your logic.

Come on.

Llewelyn.

What?

Go. I'll handle this.

No witnesses. No identification.

He's well-dressed, the clothes have a maker's mark,

but the shop isn't in Toronto.

I'll have a constable run it down.

Run what down?

The tailor.

Oh, yes, of course.

Sirs. There's been a robbery.

A wealthy house only a few block from here.

Is this house missing its wealthy owner?

No. The owner called in the complaint.

No reason to suspect a connection then.

You look into that, Watts. I'll handle this.

You're quite sure?

I am quite sure.

Oh, and Detective,

how did you find him here?

I was cutting through here on my way home.

I don't understand it. It's just gone.

What exactly is gone?

My MacAuley. I cherished it.

MacAuley is a painter?

Yes. Yes. Philipe MacAuley.

Recently deceased, the poor man.

And as you can see, it's gone.

But all the other paintings remain?

Yes.

- So someone wanted this one. - Yes.

- Did you have more MacAuleys? - Yes.

- And they didn't take them? - No, no, you see.

I heard the thief.

I came down from upstairs and I must have startled him.

- And they ran out. - Yes exactly, they ran out.

What are you doing?

Keeping my thoughts to myself to avoid them being interrupted.

Now you look here--

Watts, right? Station House Four?

And you are?

Edwards. New man at Station House One.

I see.

Listen, I know this is your case.

But I've had a robbery case of my own to take care of,

and I have a feeling there could be a connection.

Why is that?

It was another collector who was stolen from.

And another MacAuley that was taken.

Then we'll have to compare notes.

Detective, I've been on the job three weeks,

and I still don't have a solved case to my name.

What do you say we just work together?

Now, if you two have finished trying to impress each other

perhaps you can find my painting.

Oh right.

The sutures are secure.

Let's remove the sponges.

Nurse?

Heart rate and breathing are strong.

I think we're finished.

Unless you have something else you'd like to do for him.

I think we've done enough for one day.

How did this happen?

I don't know.

You're saying your sister's going to lose her house.

She has nothing saved.

Maybe she could come live with us for a little while.

How much does she need?

I don't know exactly.

Well, find out. We'll help.

Do you mean that?

Family's family, Margaret.

It will stretch us, but we'll manage.

Thank you, Thomas.

See you at dinner tonight?

Alright. See ya then.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Of course, go home, rest. See your sweetheart.

I don't much like the idea of cancelling engagements.

We are plum out of books, George.

We can reschedule once the second printing is out.

Say, do you think we should add a foreword

for the new edition?

To what end?

Well, perhaps my fans would like to hear from me.

Perhaps it would convince those who have already purchased

a copy to purchase another.

George.

You're not Henry James just yet.

Though you may be on your way.

Safe travels.

Thank you Percy. I'll see you in Toronto.

It's a good thing I found him before he found you.

You do recognise him, don't you?

He certainly recognised you.

Where did he see me?

You're in the papers, kid.

It's not every day one of your kind becomes a coroner.

What did he want with me?

He wanted that five grand you took from him

from that hustle back in Boston.

That was my cut.

Well, that ain't the story he was telling.

Now be a big girl, let's do what's right here.

And what is it you think is right?

I'm going to need that bullet.

No.

They can match bullets to guns now.

I read about it.

That does not change my answer.

I wasn't asking a question, kid.

The detective has already seen the body.

Where exactly am I to tell him it went?

That's for you to figure out.

Now give it to me.

You know, you really should be thanking me.

Nurse, make sure these are filed away properly.

Right away, doctor.

I think he's doing very well.

You two.

I have a proposition for you.

I've been asked to organise a surgery seminar

at the London Medical College.

I'd like you two to lead it.

Haven't you been asked to?

I don't have the privilege of leaving the hospital

for a week.

I have many surgeries.

We'll reschedule them.

And obligations at home.

This is a great opportunity, Doctor.

A female instructor...

I fear the students may be displeased.

Let them be.

Dr Dixon can keep them in line if necessary.

This may be a new frontier for a female surgeon.

You would have a lot to teach them, Doctor.

Female or not.

You two are the future of medicine in this city,

in this country.

And it's better to look to the future than the past.

The dead man in the alley was a Walter Kingman.

He had a reputation in Boston as a confidence man.

You discovered all this through the man's tailor?

Memorable man, apparently.

The tailor made two dozen suits for him as samples

to start a mail order business across New England.

Kingman took the suits, left him with a phoney cheque.

Then presumably this tailor was not his only victim.

Not to hear him tell it, sir.

Then there's no shortage of people who may have

wanted this Mr Kingman dead.

He could have bilked someone here in Toronto, sir.

Or his past has caught up to him.

Sir, have you ever considered an automobile.

Or perhaps an automobile service?

- Lincoln. - The hell do you want?

The same as last time.