Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 11, Episode 12 - Mary Wept - full transcript

I hope I haven't pressed you into this.

Don't be silly, William.
I'm happy to accompany you.

- You really don't mind?
- Not at all.

I just hope my morning
sickness passes quickly.

Don't worry, William.

It's worth it for a healthy baby.

- Well, here we are.
- Yes. Here we are.

(BELL TOLLING)

Shall we?

This'll do me good.

I'm in need of some quiet contemplation.



Or a nap.

(GIGGLING)

There's a visiting bishop today.

He's giving a sermon on confessions.

Perhaps you could glean some
advice for the interview room.

Are you saying I need it?

"I will instruct thee and teach thee

in the way which thou shalt go."

Psalms.

I'm not a complete heathen, William.

I have read the Bible.

Good morning.

I shall depart from
tradition this morning

by sharing with you all some good news.



Yesterday, the church
received a surprise,

the gift of a statue of the Virgin Mary,

from an anonymous donor.

I think we can all agree
that this is a most fitting

addition to the church.

And now, with Father
McGray's kind permission,

I will deliver the Lord's message.

Every one of us sins.

We may be made in the image of the Lord,

but we are all of us
imperfect creations.

We acknowledge our imperfections
by admitting to our sins.

This is the purpose

and the power of confession.

It is not to admit to the
Lord that we have done wrong.

It is to admit to Him that we are aware

of our weakness and of our wickedness.

- (MURMURS)
- What's going on?

I don't know.

- (MURMURS)
- I should also suggest to you that we...

Virgin Mary, pray for us!

(EXCLAMATIONS)

The statue!

It's crying!

It's not crying.

That's blood.

- Father McGray, it's good to see you.
- Ah.

Detective Murdoch and Dr. Ogden.

- We don't see you often enough.
- Father, I would appreciate a word.

I'm afraid I don't know what to
say. You've seen as much as I have.

Yes. This statue arrived yesterday?

It was delivered right before
sunrise, and there was no note.

An anonymous benefactor. Curious.

It's not unheard of to
receive gifts in that manner.

Father, I would like
to examine this statue.

Truth be told, Detective, I
would like to examine it as well.

Are you reluctant to
believe in miracles, Father?

Officially, no.

Scepticism in these cases is equated
with doubting our entire faith.

- However, it's...
- I believe blind faith

without sceptical inquiry is ignorance.

I'll admit I agree.

Will you allow me to investigate?

Bishop.

Bishop, I'm Detective William
Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

- I was just telling Father McGray...
- Let me guess.

You were telling him that you, a layman,

would like to investigate this miracle.

Correct.

Detective, the Catholic
Church has many cardinals

whose job it is to
rule on these matters.

I intend to leave it in
their most capable hands.

- What are you afraid of?
- Sorry, I beg your pardon?

Well, surely if it's a real miracle

it would withstand examination.

What occurred here today is
not of the concrete world,

but of the spiritual one,

as any good Catholic would understand.

Good day.

It seems I've been outranked.

I can't do it.

- What's that?
- The bread. I can't do it. It's...

it's soft, it's tasteless...

Let me guess. The food
was better in Paris?

You're right about that, Higgins.

Let me tell you, every meal was a feast!

Even bread... a long,
crisp French baguette?

- Oh, work of art.
- You don't say.

- Ruth!
- Henry!

- George. I hope you don't mind this intrusion.
- Not at all.

I bought you a present that I
couldn't wait to give it to you.

Let's see it!

It's a hat.

You shouldn't have!

Oh! See?

I knew you would look dashing in that.

What do you think, George?

Oh yes, that's... fine for over here.

Fine for over here?

George only likes French things now.

If my trip has broadened my
worldview, then excusez-moi.

I should be going,
but I'll see you soon.

And, Henry,

that hat really does look nice on you.

Thank you, Floopsie. Rawr!

That Miss Newsome is
really something, huh?

She is indeed.

You know, Higgins, far be
it from me to give advice,

- but if I were you...
- I'm gonna ask her for her hand, George.

What?

Higgins, you've only been
courting her a short while.

I've worn the same pair of socks longer.

I've got a ring already.

I can't imagine that there's a
better woman than Ruth Newsome.

For you, perhaps.

Well,

it's really all that matters
now, isn't it, George?

I can't believe the Telegraph has
stooped to reporting false news!

False news? Sir, this
is a real live miracle!

As far as I'm concerned, it's
about time Toronto caught up

- with the rest of the world and had one.
- Incredible.

- Will you go back to see it again?
- I believe I will.

You know, I narrowly missed

the relic of St. Rose
while I was in "Paree".

Apparently, if you touched it

and made a wish, it would come true.

Somebody from this church
made a wish and it came true.

I bet they're making piles of money.

Miracles are a part of the faith.

It's probably rusty water
from a leak in the ceiling.

- The ceiling is sound.
- Condensation.

Unless the statue is metal...

- Alabaster.
- Alabaster doesn't produce condensation.

It's a load of bollocks.

Surely you don't believe
this parlour trick.

You're a man of science.

- It does warrant a closer look.
- Uh, Detective,

would you be opposed to me joining you?

(HUBBUB)

- Gentlemen, what's your business here?
- We're protesting.

We hope you're here to
shut this circus down.

I'll decide that.

These Catholics are always
dramatic, but now this?

A fake miracle? It's an insult.

Bloody papists!

Unless you intend to spend
the night in the cells,

I'd suggest you disperse. Now.

Excuse me.

Detective Murdoch, Detective
Watts, Toronto Constabulary.

- Pleased to make your acquaintance, Father... ?
- Jennings.

Welcome. What can I do for you?

We'd like to take a sample
of the blood for testing.

I'm afraid I'm new to this church.

I can't make that decision myself.

Bishop Gorey has decried that
no one is to touch the statue.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

Please, do not get too
close to the Virgin.

Please, back away.

Well, now might be the
time to take a sample.

I'm afraid I have to
respect the Bishop's wishes.

- And I understand that.
- Wha...

You...

- what are you doing?
- I'm just...

paying my respects.

- (CLINKING SOUND)
- Julia.

Hello.

Another stomach upset.

- Perhaps you should...
- See a doctor?

- Don't worry, I...
- Unsettled stomachs can be a harbinger, Dr. Ogden.

Typhus, cholera, Russian flu...

I'm fine, Detective.

- Have you something for me?
- Yes. Blood.

- Oh. From where?
- The Virgin Mary.

So the church is cooperating now?

The order to stay away
from the statue stands.

Detective Murdoch is cooperating.

- I am not.
- (HEAVING)

Ugh! Miss Hart?

The Detective has a blood sample.

- Could you put it on a slide, please?
- Certainly.

May I ask... is there
a small part of you

that believes it might be a miracle?

I prefer logic and science to faith.

And if logic and science
can offer no explanation?

Consider the bumblebee...

it shouldn't be able
to fly, and yet it does.

Well, I believe science will
explain that in time, too.

Then you've simply chosen
to put your faith in science

rather than religion.

Well, miracle or not,

this blood is definitely mammalian.

I will need some time to
ascertain if it's human.

Of course. Thank you, ladies.

- Uh...
- We should go.

If it is animal blood, perhaps
this is someone's idea of a joke.

Yes, and if it's human,

perhaps something rather darker.

- Hello, I'm Detective...
- Have you seen the Virgin?

- Yes, I have.
- She's crying for me.

Do you think her tears smell like roses?

- I can't say I've noticed the...
- Ah!

Father?

My housekeeper, Miss
Beattie, is overwrought,

as are many in the congregation.

I am striving to guide
her as best as I can.

- This is madness.
- I have a confession to make.

- Now?
- Detective Watts took a sample of the blood.

I should be furious, but I'm
not. I just want this to end.

- What did you find?
- It's human.

- Human? How?
- (SOBBING): I'm a sinner.

Forgive me.

I'm a murderer!

Perhaps, this isn't the best time.

I understand that she is
distressed. I'll be brief.

But she has made a serious claim.

Father, I wish to speak
with Miss Beattie alone.

I think she would rather that I stayed.

This won't take long.

If you'd prefer, I could ask that
she come down to the station house.

That won't be necessary.

It's all right, Father.

I'm prepared to talk to the Detective.

How are you feeling, Miss Beattie?

You...

stated that you are a murderer.

Please tell me what you meant.

I...

I haven't been sleeping very well.

I can't get any peace.

Perhaps it will help
to speak with someone.

It happened...

when I was 18 years old.

My mother was ill.

I looked after her as best I could,

but I was young.

I went out to a dance,
and when I got home...

She had passed away.

She needed her pills

and I wasn't there to give them to her.

Now the Virgin Mary is speaking to me.

She knows I'm guilty.

The statue is speaking to you?

God is speaking to me through her.

Miss Beattie, I am very
sorry about your mother,

but in the eyes of the law,

that doesn't make you a murderer.

Just because a person doesn't
shoot or stab or smother

doesn't mean that they aren't
equally guilty of murder.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

- Bonjour, mon amour!
- Ahh!

You two do realise
you're still Canadians?

Travel can change a
person, Constable Higgins.

- Often for the better.
- I'm not interested.

You should try a trip to "Paree", Henry.

In fact, it would be an
excellent place for a honeymoon.

There's nothing wrong
with Niagara Falls.

Why would anyone want to get
married? It's terribly passé.

- Well now, there is something to be said...
- Oh, George,

do you remember that handsome couple
we met on the Champs-Élysées?

They'd been together for years and
never married. They were very...

au courant.

- Did they live together?
- When it suited them.

It sounded marvellous.

I'll never get married.
I would just die.

Wouldn't you just die, George?

Actually, Nina, Henry's just told me

that he plans to propose to Ruth.

Ohh!

That's wonderful!

Do you have a ring?

Yes.

It's simple.

But it's lovely.

It's all I could afford.

Well, simple is... is
modern. Simple's all the rage.

Interesting, isn't it?

Some would think that the
photographic process was a miracle.

And, like most phenomena,

this miracle is the result
of a natural process.

Most phenomena, you say?

So that which confound
scientific understanding

must then be the divine?

Hm.

Perhaps science itself is
a creation of the divine.

Well, then you do believe in miracles.

Bloody left-footers.

First they want us gone, next they
want us at their beck and call.

- I beg your pardon?
- Left-footers. Catholics, Watts. Catholics.

The Constabulary has been asked
to supply round-the-clock guards

for their miracle.

- Have there been disturbances?
- Well, take a pick, Murdoch.

Not only has some mystery man
stolen the Virgin Mary's tears,

but someone has tried to
smash the statue with a hammer.

Add to that every Catholic
this side of Manitoba

is making a pilgrimage to the church.

Send Crabtree and Higgins down there,

see if they can hold
back the Fenian hordes.

Yes, sir.

Eating dinner packed by your
lady love's own personal chef...

doesn't get much better
than that, George.

I would hardly call
crab paste sandwiches

the height of a romantic
relationship, Henry,

especially when it's prepared
by your lady love's servant.

She is awfully grand, isn't she?

Sometimes I wonder if
I'm good enough for her.

You're plenty good enough, Henry.

I think the two of you
are a perfect match.

Maybe she deserves
better than a constable.

Earning a constable's wages.

Don't be daft, Higgins, she
doesn't care about your money.

She's got enough for both
of you. I'm telling you,

if you marry this woman,

you may never have to
work another day again.

I'll work. I'm no cad.

Perhaps I won't work
quite as hard, though.

Now that I find hard to believe.

Sir, what are you doing here?

Taking advantage of the privacy.

Sir, you're not... you're not
supposed to touch the statue.

I don't intend to, George.

What is this?

I've modified this Crookes tube
to make a portable Roentgen ray.

Shining the resulting rays
through the statue's head

should give me an image of
what, if anything, is inside.

You should try it on Higgins, sir.

You're trespassing.

We were asked here.

To guard the statue.

Father, with all due respect, we
need to know if this miracle is real.

So you wish to use this
Roentgen ray machine

to take an image of the interior?

Father, you're familiar
with Roentgen rays?

I visit the Dundas Library regularly.

The scientific journals are all abuzz

regarding these new X-rays.

So you approve?

Let me just say that I'm
having difficulty believing

that the Virgin's tears are...

divine.

Detective Watts.

I've just read a 20-year-old
obituary for one Flora Beattie.

Died of a heart attack
after a long illness.

Survived by her daughter Josephine.

Proof of her confession.

So that particular
confession may be true, but...

You believe there's something more?

Quite possibly.

Have a look at this.

I've found two small
holes, one in each eye.

I believe the fluid was
inserted with a syringe,

collected in this reservoir;

the plaster in each eye
then allows the fluid

to seep out slowly, thus
making the statue cry.

Hm. Have you alerted the church?

Father McGray assures me
of his utmost discretion.

Our only hope of discovering
who created this statue

is to wait for another
miracle to be attempted.

You want her to cry again.

Yes.

But before that can happen,
I need you to find out

where a statue of this
quality might be made.

Take one of these photographs with you.

So you've definitely proven that
the Virgin Mary isn't crying.

You don't seem pleased, Detective Watts.

No. I'll admit I found it
heartening to contemplate a miracle,

if only for a passing moment.

We haven't seen a soul in hours.

I don't see why the both
of us have to be here.

- For the company.
- Yes, I know, but...

perhaps one of us could take a break.

- I'll go first.
- Well, the Inspector did charge both of us

with looking after the statue.

- (FOOTSTEPS)
- Who's that?

- Henry, I...
- I thought you were gonna wait outside.

If you two wanted to be alone,
you could've just told me.

No, we were just...

No, I mean, this brings me back
to my earlier point about Toronto.

It's a wonderful city, but it's too...

- inhibited. If we were in France...
- Should we go for a walk, Henry?

Yes.

(SIGHING)

- (SHRILL SOUND)
- What was that?

- It was a bird.
- There's no birds at night, Henry.

- What about owls?
- That was not a bird.

Though I suppose anything's better
than George Crabtree prattling on.

- George?
- I know you work with him, Henry, but...

Well, I don't just work
with him. He's my friend.

He's my best friend. In fact,

- if ever I were to marry...
- It would be to George?

- No, he would be my best man.
- Oh, well,

- I suppose he is reliable.
- (CLANKING, GASPING)

It's all right, Ruth.

You're safe with me.

In fact,

- I intend to keep you safe all your life.
- Oh...

Ruth Alfreda Newsome,

of the Mimico Newsomes...

- Oh, are you all right?
- I...

(SCREAMING)

Higgins saw her come
sailing off the bell tower.

That would account for
these injuries, wouldn't it?

Let's not be too quick to judge.

- This wound is unusual.
- How so?

- By the looks of it, she was struck with something.
- Well, yes. The ground.

Yes, I don't think so.

Curious.

There are fresh scratches on both arms.

So where was she before
the bell tolled for her?

Never seen it before.

Are you sure? Have another look.

I know the statues I've
carved. That's not one of them.

Well, your friend over
there told me differently.

Well, there's nothing more to say.

The head of this statue
is filled with human blood

from an unknown person,
and therefore falls

in the purview of the Constabulary.

- Blood?
- Don't you read the papers?

It's wreaking havoc in Toronto.

Well, that has nothing to do with me.

Oh... unfortunate, isn't it?

That you're withholding evidence.

- I'll have to shut this place down today.
- Hey, you can't do that.

And take you into the station house
for questioning, unless someone

can tell me who
commissioned that statue.

Look, he paid me extra not
to talk to anyone about it.

What was his name?

- I have it written down on the bill.
- Hm.

You didn't have to
accompany me to the top, sir.

More than able, Murdoch. Besides,

four eyes are better than two.

Foot the ladder, Murdoch.

This must be where she jumped from.

It's a long bloody way down, Murdoch.

Well.

A note.

"I cannot live with myself or
this terrible secret any longer.

I must either confess or end my life."

Sounds like a suicide note to me.

That doesn't make any sense.

Miss Beattie did confess.

To myself and to Father McGray.

Confession doesn't necessarily
make the guilt go away.

Blood.

I believe this is where she
sustained the injury to her forehead.

You think somebody maybe
pushed her into the bell,

then threw her off the tower?

Roses.

Sir, does it look to you like
the dirt around these rosebushes

has been recently disturbed?

I can't see. I can't really tell.

Maybe.

Do you recall the scratches
on Miss Beattie's arms?

Let's hope whatever was there still is.

- Age before beauty, sir.
- (SIGHING)

Let the dog see the rabbit, Murdoch.

Murdoch never digs. Never bloody digs.

Never digs.

It's always me or Crabtree digging.

Perhaps a bit to the left.

There's something.

Poor little sod.

Judging by the size of the remains

and the fact that the posterior
fontanel had not yet closed,

I'd say this child was a newborn.

But why bury it under a bush,
with the church cemetery so close?

Perhaps someone wanted to
pretend this child never existed.

We'll find out everything we can.

This might be difficult. How
are you feeling, Miss Hart?

Oh, I'm fine.

In our work so far,

we haven't had occasion
to examine an infant.

Well, that is true, but there's
no point crying or carrying on.

Terrible things happen all the time.
I just try not to think about it.

That's an admirable trait.

You think so?

Not only has she gone
back to Mimico, but

she's taken to her bed, saying
that she has the vapours.

Oh, dear. Have you gone to visit her?

She wrote in her letter
that I shouldn't think of it.

She doesn't want to see you anymore?

I'm not sure.

I think that every time she
looks at me now, she sees...

She sees the dead body
landing at your feet.

It must've been horrible.

I thought a moonlit
stroll would be romantic.

Go and see her, Henry.
Bring her flowers.

She knew that I was just about to
propose. I was down on one knee.

Well, "Cest" la vie, Henry.
Women are often fickle creatures.

- Perhaps she just was...
- Nina, you didn't read the letter, now.

Let's not torture poor Henry.

George...

just take this for me.

I won't be needing it.

Higgins!

I'll try to sell it for you!

So, also a possibility.

- My suspicion was correct.
- Don't you ever knock?

(KNOCKING)

- What have you, Detective?
- A sculptor there did make the statue.

- And?
- I know who ordered and paid for it.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

You are coming with us, Father.

Father Jennings?

How extraordinary.

Why did he do it?

I'm about to interview him.

Did he have anything to do with
that poor infant you found buried?

I believe the statue and the
baby are connected somehow, but...

During your post-mortem,

did you happen to determine if
she had ever carried a child?

No, I was just looking
for cause of death.

- I'll re-examine her right away.
- Thank you.

William,

something strange happened and I
can't seem to get it out of my mind.

What is it?

Did it seem odd to you
that Miss Hart was...

completely unmoved earlier?

- She's new at the profession.
- Precisely!

How has she learned so quickly
to divorce herself from emotion?

It would seem to me that those qualities

would make her an excellent clinician.

But even an expert can have
sympathy for the patient.

Of course.

You're probably right.

She has taken to the
morgue exceptionally well.

All right, Father, you
can start by telling us why

- you commissioned this statue.
- I have nothing to do with it.

We spoke with the sculptor who made it.

- He gave us your name.
- I had his word.

In the real world, Father,

a man's word very
rarely accounts for much.

What were your intentions?

I most certainly didn't
mean for Miss Beattie

- to take her own life.
- She didn't.

We believe she was murdered.

Perhaps you were the one who pushed her.

No, I didn't, I swear!

Father Jennings,

help us understand why you
created this false miracle.

- I... I can't say anything.
- Why not?

All I can say is that I
wanted to root out evil.

I thought that this miracle might
make those who committed evil

confess to the police.

What does this have to
do with Miss Beattie?

I...

- Did she discover that you had the statue made?
- No.

We found an infant's body
buried in the rectory gardens.

- Was it Miss Beattie's child?
- I cannot say!

Can't say or won't say?

Right, that's it. We're arresting
you on the suspicion of murder.

You can sit in a cell till you decide...

Do what you want with me, but
please don't stop investigating.

- Then tell us what you know.
- I told you, I cannot.

I know the facts as God, not as a man.

What was that all about,
he knows the facts as God?

He must've heard someone admit
to a crime in confessional,

and under Catholic law, he
cannot tell us what he heard.

- Well, that's ridiculous.
- To you, maybe,

but if he told us what he heard,
he would be excommunicated.

- So he's useless to us.
- Perhaps not.

Julia...

Dr. Ogden couldn't come, she had to
rush off. She's a very busy woman.

Yes, she is. I understand.

We examined Miss Beattie further.

Her pelvic inlet was
widened, indicating she did

indeed carry and deliver a child.

Oh.

Very good.

Thank you, Miss Hart.

This must be very difficult
for you, being a Catholic.

I just wanted to let you
know that I understand.

Are you a Catholic as well?

I find it's my faith
that keeps me strong

when the morgue becomes distressing.

Yes. Yes, your composure
has been impressive.

Many people might find
working with the dead...

upsetting, to say the least.

Honestly, I find it the perfect fit.

In fact, I've been thinking
once I complete university

that I, too, would like
to become a coroner.

Indeed.

Perhaps I'll even marry a detective.

(DOOR OPENING)

Father Jennings?

If I tell you what I believe to be true,

can you confirm if I'm correct?

I said all I can.

I had the statue made
and my blood filled it.

- That's all you can tell me?
- Yes.

I know Miss Beattie had a child,

and I believe that child was the one

- I found buried under the rosebushes.
- I can't answer that.

Was it Miss Beattie
who confessed to you?

Sir, you understand my dilemma.

- And you understand mine.
- Yes.

There is a way we can solve it.

How?

Attend the evening mass tonight.

Stand at the pulpit and publicly confess

that you ordered the statue
and that it was your blood.

But that's not all you'll say.

- Miss Newsome.
- Miss Bloom.

Pardon my intrusion, but
I must speak with you.

- Sorry, I'm not feeling well.
- I've come on behalf of Constable Higgins,

who's just sick about
what happened that night...

- Oh, please don't mention it.
- When a body landed right in front of you.

You mentioned it.

It didn't have anything to do with him.

It was a sign from above.

Our love... it wasn't meant to be.

We're cursed.

Constable Higgins is
nursing a broken heart.

He's still in love with you.

- Even though his proposal wasn't perfect...
- What proposal?

- His marriage proposal.
- He was proposing marriage?

- He got down on one knee!
- I thought he stumbled.

I mean, I stumble all the time.
Just the other week when I was...

He wants to marry me?

My second suitor in a year.

Good evening, everyone.

If I could beg your indulgence

before Father McGray's sermon,

I have...

something I need to confess to you all.

I created a false miracle.

The Virgin Mary isn't crying
tears of her own blood.

- It's my blood.
- (MURMURS)

You will ask, "Why?"

And I say to you...

there is evil in this church.

There dwells within a sinner
who must confess publicly.

I know that my actions will
cause my excommunication,

but I will then be free to go to
the authorities with what I know.

Please,

forgive me.

(SIGHING)

(CREAKING)

- (GASPING AND GRUNTING)
- It's over,

Father.

(MURMURS)

I was protecting Miss Beattie.

She had a child out of
wedlock and that child died.

She buried him under the
rosebushes two years ago,

but the guilt laid too heavily on her.

She took her own life.

So you were going to kill Father
Jennings to keep her secret.

It meant so much to her in life.

It was an evil impulse, I know,

but I don't think I would've
really gone through with it.

Do you think I will
serve any time in prison?

I don't believe so.

Your sentence will
most likely be hanging.

- I beg your pardon?
- Two years ago, Father Jennings,

while at St. Francis in Kitchener,

took a confession from a man

who admitted to fathering
a child out of wedlock.

That man was a priest.

Poor tortured soul.

I believe the man in
the confessional was you.

Well, it's not true.

He sent that statue in
the hopes of scaring you

into confessing to the authorities.

The baby was yours, wasn't it?

She was a deeply troubled woman.

We found this note in the bell tower.

"I cannot live with myself

and this terrible secret any longer".

She was going to expose you, wasn't she?

We also found blood on the bell

matching the wound on her head.

Did you?

This Virgin Mary miracle has unearthed

a lot of dark secrets
for you, Father McGray.

Secrets that just won't rest.

Josephine knew you killed the
baby and she was complicit.

She couldn't live with it any longer.

Her child deserved a proper burial.

- (GRUNTING)
- But you couldn't do that,

and Josephine wouldn't
keep quiet any longer.

So you killed her

and planted this note to make it
appear as though it were a suicide.

Isn't that right?

I had to.

You did not.

I confessed

before God.

Why wasn't that enough?

I can't believe that anyone would
fall for that miracle malarkey.

Still, I believe some folk want to
believe there's something more out there.

- Do you, Inspector?
- Do I 'eck as like, Murdoch.

I believe in sleeping
in on a Sunday morning,

followed by roast beef and
Yorkshire pudding in the afternoon.

That's all the comfort I need.

Higgins, there's all kinds
of single ladies in Toronto.

All around the world,
as a matter of fact.

I should travel the world
looking for a girl who'll have me?

- That's your advice?
- Well, I mean,

you know, start in your own backyard.

As a matter of fact,

- there's a local lady making her way over here right now.
- I've told you I don't...

RuRu?

I'll make myself scarce.

Hello.

Ruth, I... I wasn't expecting you.

And I wasn't expecting
to seek you out either.

Or to lose the hybrid tea rose
competition to Erma Birch last month.

But here we are.

I'm awful glad to see you.

Are you?

I was thinking...

I can't imagine meeting

a more honourable man than
you, Henry Higgins, and...

if we have suffered a mishap,

I suppose it should
only make us stronger.

Ruth, what are you saying?

That I must apologise to you.

I do hope you can forgive my cruelty.

You weren't cruel.

Henry...

There is one other thing
that I must say to you.

What's that?

Will you marry me?

(STAMMERING)

Yes!

- Yes!
- Oh!

Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?

Detective Murdoch,

I must tell you I was
not pleased to learn

you'd gone behind my back
to examine the statue.

Yes, I'm sorry, Father. Police business.

Nevertheless.

I'll go to confession.

Good day.

I suppose we'll soon be asking
the Bishop for a baptism.

William!

I've just gotten used
to being with child.

Let's take one step at a time.

Is that Miss Hart?

Yes, I believe it is. How curious.

Well, she did tell me earlier
that she's also a Catholic.

Perhaps it's not so strange
that she'd be at the burial.

Well, that's odd.

She told me she wasn't religious at all.

Perhaps you misheard?

Perhaps I did.

(SNIFFLING)