Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 11, Episode 3 - 8 Footsteps - full transcript

A recording device made by Alexander Graham Bell assists in the investigation of a murder at a dinner honoring Helen Keller.

(theme music)

(Mr. Fellows): I'm saying

it's a bad idea.

The banquet, or the fact
that it's being held

in complete darkness?
Well, obviously I'm not

against banquets.
I do work in a hotel.

This dinner is in honour
of a very special guest

who is both blind and deaf.

Which is why we've invited
blind and deaf guests

as well as charitable donors.

Exactly! Mixing the rich with
the poor? With the lights out?

And a constituency

specially skilled
for such circumstance?

The opportunity for theft
is obvious.

As a fellow detective,

you must appreciate my position.

I believe I'm more concerned
with the potential for mishap

than avarice, Mr. Fellows.

But I'm not unconcerned.


Why does our hotel
need a detective?

I believe you and I living
here may have had something

to do with that.
Still. One detective per hotel

should be sufficient.
Doctor, Detective.

Wonderful to see you again.
Mr. Bell. It is

indeed a pleasure.
Mr. Bell.

Allow me to introduce
my wife, Mabel.

How do you do?

And it gives me great pleasure

to introduce the guests
of honour this evening,

Miss Helen Keller
and her governess,

Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy.

Doctor Julia Ogden
and Detective William Murdoch.

I'm so happy
to finally meet you.

I feel I know you already

from our letters.

This... is...

Doctor... Ogden...

and William... Murdoch.

How wonderful to meet you.

And thank you

for helping organize this dinner.

Where everyone will be
as blind as I am.

May I see you?

She wants to touch your face.

Oh. Of course.

You're smiling.

I understand
you can read lips?

I can. But I make mistakes.

Meet my husband.

And you are very handsome.

(soft chuckling)

Fascinating. Her fingers can

see as well as hear.

Quite accurately I might add.

Ladies and gentlemen,

if you would please

take your assigned seats.

Dinner is about to be served.

And you sit, my dear.

I think it would suit everyone
if you were

to take your leave, sir.

I beg your pardon?
To find you here

in present company is an insult.

At least I've paid to be here.

You either leave or I'll
be forced to do something

I might regret.
Take your seat.

What's the matter?

I'm missing my steak knife.

And my napkin.

Well, you could
just borrow mine.

Don't be tedious.

I'm missing my napkin too.
However will I

dab my mouth?
Excuse me. Hello? Waiter.

We're missing a knife
and two napkins.

(cutlery clattering)

(indistinct speaking)

Oh, hello.

(glass being struck)

Ladies and gentlemen,

you should all have your meals
in front of you by now.

Please take a moment
to acquaint yourself

with everything
you will be needing.

Please remember this is
an experiment in experience.

And whilst it's
always preferable

for the sightless to have sight,

sometimes it helps

for the sighted to have insight.


(exclamations of surprise)
(Julia): Oh, my!

William, are you still there?
No. I seem to have

completely disappeared.
This darkness is

quite extraordinary.
I so rarely experience this.

Well, as you know, I've
been committed to hybrid teas

since I decided
to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross

between Persiana...
(indistinct speaking)

I have particularly high hopes
for what I'm going to call

Crimson Sunrise because
there's just a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow.

Sunsets are red.
Excuse me...

Sir? Oh, my God!

Turn on the lights!
Turn on the lights!

Goodness gracious!

(exclamations of shock)

Who could have done this?

(dramatic music)

Everybody away from the table.

I mean now!

This means you.


This gentleman is deaf.
Allow me.

The killer likely covered
his mouth with this napkin,

and then used the countervailing
force to push in the knife.

Any idea of the force
that would have been required?

Well, woman could have done it
if that's what you're asking.

Didn't I tell you something
like this would happen?

I don't recall you mentioning
anything about murder.

A crime of opportunity was
what I predicted.

Detective, if I may be
of any assistance...

Yes. I would be grateful
if you could

aid in the questioning of
the deaf guests. The constables

will be arriving--
Why are you wasting time with the deaf?

The blind is who you should
focus on. Who else could

find someone in the pitch dark,
let alone kill them?

We have guests
that are both blind and deaf.

Yes, Helen Keller.

She has the skills,
no doubt about it. But...

the killer instinct?
Mr. Fellows,

if you don't mind,

I have an investigation...

Of course.

I'm just the hotel detective, after all.

Is there anything you'll be
requiring of us, Detective?

I'd like to take Helen
back to her room.

Very well. But stay there.

I will need to interview
both of you.

I do have some information
you may find pertinent.

What would that be?
I overheard some guests

complaining about
a missing knife...

and two napkins, if I recall.

It's probably nothing.
Sorry to waste your time.


George, Henry,

please interview
all of the guests.

And get a copy
of the seating chart, please.

Sir. I take it dinner
did not go as planned?

No, it did not.

Oh, and please find out which
guests were missing a knife

and two napkins.


The killer inserted the knife
into the narrow gap

between the spine and the skull.

He or she knew to slide
the weapon in sideways.

Detective Murdoch,

it may interest you to know

that I made an audio recording
of the dinner.

Two, in fact.

I was hoping to learn whether
the lack of visual reference

would affect the way we speak.

I gather you'd like a listen.
Yes, I would.

So, was this your right
shoulder or your left?

George. I found out

who reported the knife
and napkins missing.

Ruth Newsome?

And the man she's with.

Right. Do you want me
to interview them? I know
she's a bit spoony over you.

It's OK. I can manage it.

Miss Newsome.

Constable Higgins!

Oh, isn't it dreadful?
Have you determined who did it?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

This is my fiancé,

Herbert Wilson.
Your fiancé?


Yes. We're overjoyed.

So... so... overjoyed.

I understand you were
missing your knife?

And our napkins.
And when did you
notice them missing?

As I sat down.

I had the matter
rectified immediately.

That kind of sloppiness
is an embarrassment.

(Ruth): Herbie is one
of the organizers.

Yes. I believe in returning
to those in need a small portion

of my good fortune.

A simple credo,
but one to which I am committed.


Well as you know I've been
committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become a
rosarian. And I've been working

on developing a cross between
Persiana, which is Persian

in origin, and some of the more
robust varieties found here

in Canada. I have
particularly high hopes...

Bloody hell!
She can prattle on.

(audio recording stopped)
I heard footsteps.

Could it be the waiter?

No. All of the waiters
were out of the room

at the time the lights
went out. Could you

play it back again?

Why don't you tell me
about your latest rose?

Well, as you know, I've been
committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become...
There it is. I heard it.

Let it continue.
Why don't you tell me

about your latest rose?
- Well, as you know, I've been

committed to hybrid teas since
I decided to become a rosarian.

And I've been working
on developing a cross between

Persiana, which is Persian
in origin, and some of the more

robust varieties found here
in Canada. I have particularly

high hopes for one that I'm
going to call Crimson Sunrise

because there's
just a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow,

sunsets are red.

Four steps, a pause,

and then four more steps.
As if the killer took

four steps to reach the victim
and then four more

to return to his seat.
And the distance would depend

on stride length,
which is variable.

Between two and three feet.

Roughly the distance
between one diner and the next.

Our victim, David Thornton,
was seated at the middle

of the table.
And four steps brings us

to... either end.

So the killer was on
the right side of the table.

We know that Anne Sullivan
Macy was at that end.

And... Helen was to her left

at the head.
Who was at the other end?

George and Henry will
have that information.

What have you, gentlemen?

Sir. A couple
of points of interest.

A blind man by the name
of William Dawes was seen

getting into a verbal spat
with the victim just before
the lights were turned out.

A blind man would be more
capable than most.

And three people report
being touched lightly

on the right shoulder
while the lights were out.

Where were they sitting?

Seats R5 through R7.

It's how the killer found his victim.

Well, as you know,
I have been committed

to hybrid teas since I decided
to become a rosarian .

And I've been working on
developing this cross between

Persiana, which is Persianin origin,

and some of the more robust
varieties found here

in Canada. And I have
particularly high hopes

for one that I'm going to call
Crimson Sunrise because
there is just this...

George, who was sat here?


That would be...

William Dawes.

The blind man.
Bring him in.

Threaten him?
When did I threaten him?

Witnesses reported an incident
shortly before supper began.

I didn't mean kill him.

What did you mean?

Give him good rap on the skull.

And I wouldn't
have regretted it.

I was only saying that
to be civil.

What exactly did
Mr. Thornton do to you?

To me, nothing.
It was Miss Keller he insulted.

How so?
She has surmounted

the greatest obstacles
a person can face

and this... moral wastrel

has the temerity
to call her a fraud.

Why is he marrying her?

Why is who marrying whom?

Herbert Wilson
and Ruth Newsome.

What do you care?

It just seems an odd pairing.

She's rich. He's rich.
Exactly. What's in it for him?

Well? Is the blind man our killer?

Motive seems a bit thin.

Also, the victim
wrote a weekly column entitled

"The Inquiring Skeptic".

I read that. He exposed
shams and whatnot.
Though even I thought

the piece he wrote on Helen
Keller was a bit much.
What did he write about her?

He criticized her for writing
about things she couldn't

possibly know about. Like
clouds. Which I think is unfair.

I've never seen God but I know
what he looks like.

Of course. Big white beard.
Heavy eyebrows. Never smiles.


Well, I wouldn't think so.
If you were

the supreme being of the
universe, would you choose to

walk around with a naked pate?
Crabtree, enough!

A man who wrote a crusading
column exposing cheaters
may have angered

more than admirers
of Helen Keller.

Right. I'll look into it.
Henry, come with me.

This is Mr. Bell's graphizer.

Do you know what it does?

It... graphizes.

Yes. More specifically,

it creates
a graphic representation

of an audio recording.

What I want you to do

is to transcribe
everything that you hear

and identify where each sound

falls on this graph.

Do you understand?


When a person speaks,

make a mark

for the duration of that speech.
Like this.

Oh, my!

Dr. Ogden.

William, are you still there?

No. I seem to have
completely disappeared.

The darkness

is quite extraordinary.
I so rarely experience this.

And so on.

On each line, write exactly

what was said.
At the end, roll it back

and repeat for each voice
that you hear.

Sir. How will I know
who's speaking?

We'll get to that later.

All right.

Detective Murdoch,

my wife has some information
you may want to hear.

Please, come in. Sit down.

Mabel is an excellent
lip reader

but you'll have
to face her squarely.

You were seated
next to the victim,

were you not?
That is correct.

What information do you have
for me, Mrs. Bell?

I believe I may have
overheard a message.
A message?

In Morse code.

How do you mean
you overheard it?

She heard it
with her fingertips.

Like this...

Do you feel that?

It's very slight

but a deaf person
would notice it.

It's how I get
my dear Mabel's attention.

When was this message sent?

Just before the murder.

And what was the message?

I don't know Morse code well enough to say.

I have particularly high hops
for one that I'm going to call

Crimson Sunrise because
there's just a hint of red.

Sunrises are yellow.

Sunsets are red.
(audio recording stopped)

You can hear
the disdain in his voice.

You're right.

But he seemed genuinely curious
about the roses.

If you're so put out by it,
Higgins, I don't know

why you don't
ask her to marry you?

Don't be ridiculous.
Well, I'm serious.

She would take you any day
over Mr. Money Bags.

George, she's bonkers.

And, if you haven't noticed,
a little dim?

You're no Newton
yourself, Higgins.

Apple fell on his head.
Wrote the laws of motion--

I don't want her, all right?

I just...
When someone likes you,

you don't want to see them hurt.

Ahem. Thank you, Henry.


Well, as you know, I've been
committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become
a rosarian. And I've been

working on developing--
(audio recording stopped)

I didn't hear anything.
Neither did I.

But the energy of the vibrations

is most likely expended
in the frequencies

below our hearing.

Now, the lowest frequency
I've isolated

is 20 oscillations per second.

That's this line here.

That's a lot of noise
we didn't hear.

So how do we solate the thumps?

Field compression.


Long and short salients.

Dots and dashes.

I see an N.

Mostly numbers as far
as I can tell.

I'll write them down.
All right.

One. Zero.

One. Five.

There's your N.

Seven. One.

What's all this then?

Some sort
of coded message, sir.

Who sent it?
We don't know.

Nor do we know
for whom it was intended.

What if one of those numbers was a time?



Or 10:15

in 715.

Room 715.

The sender was setting up
a meeting.

What time is it now?

10 minutes after 10.

Better get a move on.


Police. Open the door.

I hear movement.
Break in.

So what's this here then?
Are you breaking in

to one of our private rooms?
Excuse me.

This is a police matter.
It's a police matter, is it?

So those upholding the law
feel it's theirs to break?

Who are you?

Sir, this is Ralph Fellows,

the hotel detective.
I'm not a real detective

like you, of course.
Look, we hotel detectives

have to follow the law.

Who's staying in this room?

I'm sorry.

You seem to have mistaken me
for the desk clerk.

(Inspector Brackenreid):
Bloody hell! Is that...

Miss Keller.




As in David Thornton?
The victim?

No. No.

David! Where's David?

(soft music)


He wrote a column

suggesting I was a fraud.

I challenged him
to come and see me

for himself in person.

So you met him?

At Radcliffe.

I was feeling very stern

and I intended to prove

what I could see with my senses.

But when I touched his face,

and felt the words

coming out of his mouth...

He was so funny

and charming.

I know a woman like myself

oughtn't to have such feelings.

At least my parents thought so.

And Mrs. Sullivan Macy.

Over time my feelings grew.

I kept it to myself.

But when he told me
he felt the same... all came tumbling out.

We kept it a secret.

But our desire

was so strong,
we agreed to marry

the next time we met.

When I got his message,

I knew he was coming for me.

My heart is broken and...

I'm ashamed.

No, no, no.

Dear girl.

My wife is deaf.

But if she were blind
I would love her no less.

Ahem. I have a question.

Put her hand to your lips.

And then speak.

Had Mrs. Sullivan Macy
ever met Mr. Thornton?

Yes, at Radcliffe.

Then why did she not tell you
he'd been killed?

She knew about David

and she didn't tell me?

I would have told her in time.

Better she suffer
a broken heart first,

thinking that her lover
had changed his mind.

She would have come to know it
sooner or later from that man.

Why do you say that?

He would have exploited her.

How do you know?

Love is a transaction, Detective.

What is being exchanged here?

Add to that
the rightful discomfort

people would feel
about such a union.

Romance is not in the cards for
Helen. And the sooner she comes

to accept that fact,
the better off she will be.

Did you know

she and Mr. Thornton
intended to elope?

I didn't know
it had gotten that far.

I knew she was in love with him.

I know they met in New Orleans.
Did you know he was going
to be at the banquet?

No. That was a surprise.

What did you intend to do?

I don't know.
As it turned out,

fate intervened.
Did it?

Or did you kill him?

Don't be absurd.

You thought David Thornton
represented a threat:

danger, heartbreak,
possibly worse.

Wouldn't you do anything
to protect her?

Not that.
Convince me.

I was in my seat
the entire time.

Can anyone vouch for that?


Someone is here.

Come in.

I've come to take Helen
back to her room.

Get out!
Oh, dear.

I was afraid this would happen.

How could you not tell me?

How can I explain
if you won't listen?

I'll see Helen
back to her room.

Give her anger time.

She still needs you.

I'm sorry.
Just go!

It's all right.
She's gone now.

(door closing)

Get your papers!

(Murdoch): Thank you
for your time, gentlemen.

If you could take the seats here
at the end of the table.

All right.

What's going on here?

This is part

of our ongoing investigation,
Mr. Fellows.

And it's your duty to inform
me of any police business

pertaining to this hotel.

You don't have to
respect me, Detective,

but I insist

that you respect
the office I represent.

Actually, Detective, I could
use your assistance
at this moment.

We need somebody

to play the role of the victim.
Are you being funny?

No. Please, have a seat.

All right.

Oh! Re-enacting the crime, are we?

That never hurts.

I've done it myself on occasion.

(Murdoch): Mr. Bell,
if you'd be so kind.

Well, as you know....
Oh, I see.

You're thinking
it's Anne Sullivan Macy.

I considered her.

...a cross between Persiana,

which is Persian in origin,

and some of the more robust
Canadian varieties here.

And I'm especially excited about

one that I think
I'll call Crimson Sunrise

because there's just a...
a hint of red.

That's eight steps.

(audio recording stopped)
How did she get

all the way back
without us hearing?

Could she have
walked on the carpet?

Not enough room.

What if she took off her shoes?

Would she think to do so?

Did she know the banquet
was being recorded?
I never told anyone.


What have you, George?
I've been reading through

some of Mr. Thornton's articles.
I found one

of particular interest.

a well-respected professor

believed that one of his
students stumbled upon a means

of communicating with the dead.

Now, they had demonstrations
and people came from all over

and they would ask questions
into this device

and the dead would respond.

It was a great sensation and
they were even awarded a patent.

I remember reading about this.
That's right.

But then, Mr. Thornton here

discovers that the device
is nothing more than version

of Fessenden's wireless
voice transmitter.

The student, of course,
was a confidence trickster

and he'd conned everybody,
including the professor.

He was just using his reputation
to sell the patent.

George, what does this
have to do with our case?

Sir. The professor
was Horace Carmondy.

And he was seated here,
next to William Dawes.

(indistinct speaking)

Mr. Bell,

if you could replay
the recording.

As you know,
I've become committed

to hybrid teas ever since
I decided to become

a rosarian. And I've actually
been working on a cross

between Persiana,
which is Persian

in origin, and some
of the more robust

Canadian varieties found here.

And I'm especially excited

about one that I think
I'll call Crimson Sunrise

because it has
just a... a hint of red.

George, bring in
Horace Carmondy.


You think I killed him?
Are you forgetting?

The killer touched me
on the shoulder.

Of course you'd say that.
If you weren't touched

that would mean
you were the killer.

Did you know
who David Thornton was?

Yes I knew who he was.
Of course you did.

It was his column that exposed
your device as a fraud.

I know what you're thinking.
But the truth is I've never

blamed Mr. Thornton
for what happened.

But he ruined your reputation.
Of course he didn't.

A student who...

preyed on my naivety
destroyed my reputation.

Mr. Thornton was simply

reporting the facts.

It's got to be him.

I agree he is
a strong suspect.

But I'm troubled
by the very evidence

that we're relying on.

Why's that?
Well sir,

if it was Mr. Carmondy,

why touch a series of people
on the shoulder

knowing that it would lead
to him being a suspect?

So you think that someone else

killed Thornton and then set it
up to look like it was Carmondy?

Possibly. Mr. Bell, you made

separate recordings from either
end of the table, correct?

What if we were

to synchronize those and
play them back simultaneously,

one in each ear?
Like a stereoscope.

Only with sound!

We might be able to determine
which direction

the footsteps came from.
Yes, by Jove!

Sir, I've got a theory.

All right, Henry.
Let's have it.

As you know, sir, Ruth Newsome
is engaged to Herbert Wilson.

It's clearly a mismatch, sir,
so I did some investigating

and it appears that he has
recently suffered a reversal

of fortune, sir.

Well sir, it suggests

that he is only marrying her
because he wants her money.

Henry, what does this
have to do with the murder?

Well, I don't know, sir,

but it certainly
seems suspicious.

Henry, Ruth Newsome
and Herbert Wilson

were seated on the left side of the table

and we know from the number of footsteps

the killer was seated on the right.

If you say so, sir.

Henry, is it possible

your interest in this is personal?

I just think
he's up to no good.

All right,

I seem to have synchronized
the sound recordings.

So... now we should be able to tell

from which direction

the sounds are coming.

Well, as you know, I've been
committed to hybrid teas

since I decided to become
a rosarian. And I've been

working on developing
a cross between Persiana,

which is Persian in origin,
and some of the more robust

varieties found here in Canada.

I have particularly high hopes
for what I'm going to call

Crimson Sunrise because
there's just a hint of red.

How strange.

(Murdoch): The footsteps seem
to begin in the middle.

And then go to one side

and then double back
to the other side.

Before returning
to the middle again.

So the killer was sitting in
the middle, next to the victim?

That's where my wife
was sitting.

Oh. So who's the lady

on the other side?
Ernestine Wallace.

But I believe she was engaged in
a conversation with her husband

at the time of the murder.
So nobody could have

done it then. Well, good!
That'll save us a bit of work.

Shall we have another listen?


We're not listening anymore.

I want everyone
back in the banquet room.

May I have your attention?

Thank you for all coming.

I realize this may
seem unusual.

Detective, what are we doing here?

Oh! Are you going
to reveal the murderer?

It's such a thrill to see
a real detective at work.

Henry, could you please take

Mr. Thornton's position?

Oh, a re-enactment
of the events.

How exciting!

But something is missing.
Oh, yes. Your wife.

My wife may be many things,
but I can say with assurance

that she is not a killer.

Unlike the rest of us, of course.

Worthy of your suspicion.

I'm going to play you
a recording of last
night's dinner.

And as you listen, I would ask
that you close your eyes,

and do exactly
what you were doing last night.

Mr. Bell.

Why don't you tell me

about your latest rose?

Well, as you know,
I have been committed

to hybrid teas since I decided
to become a rosarian...

(indistinct overlapping

What was that?
- I don't know.

Well, I must say

I am breathless
with anticipation.

So what have you
learned, Detective?

Mrs. Bell,

you say you detected a communication

between Mr. Thornton and Miss Keller

just prior to the footsteps being heard.

And that constitutes your alibi, does it not?

That is right.
In fact, the message occurred

seconds before the killer's
footsteps could be heard.

What's your point, Detective?

The footsteps began

at the center of the table.

You're not suggesting that--
Your wife is the only person

whose actions cannot be heard
on that recording.

It cannot be her, sir!

What is happening?

What you don't know, Detective,

is that the illness

that stole my wife's hearing

also destroyed
her sense of balance.

If she walks without
visual reference

she will fall over.


So what's your theory
now, Detective?

It was not Mabel!
Why do you say that?

Because the killer walked behind me.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Oh, this is too good!

If Miss Keller says
a man walked behind her,

you can be assured
she is telling the truth.

George, if you would.

Miss Keller,

would you please
tell us when you feel

someone walking behind you?




So, now what is
your theory, Detective?

I've concluded that the killer

was never sitting
at the table at all.

The killer was standing
the entire time.

You think I did it?

You knew the dinner was being recorded.

Once the lights went out

you walked slowly, softly,

to the edge of the carpet

and behind Miss Keller,

not knowing that she would
sense your presence.

You then proceeded--

This is absurd!
Can you prove

it didn't happen that way?

No, but--
Then be quiet, please,

and let me do my job.

In answer to your question,

I believe the killer did come

from the opposite side of the table.

But sir, I thought
that was impossible.

We thought that was impossible

because we only heard
eight footsteps.

It would be impossible

for someone to circumnavigate a table

of this size in eight footsteps.

And how could the killer
travel such a great distance

in complete darkness?



the killer

used the edge of the carpet

to navigate.

The killer took

eight footsteps

but we only heard four.

At the end of those eight steps,

the killer struck.

The killer then took

another eight steps to return
to his seat, but not before

touching these three people

on the shoulder

in order to set up Mr. Carmondy

for the crime.

Which was your intent

all along.

Wasn't it?

Are you saying I'm the killer?

Oh, no, no, that's impossible.
We were having a conversation.

Begging your pardon, Miss Newsome,

but you were having a conversation.

A conversation that was initiated by Mr. Wilson

but one that he only participated in

after the last of the killer's

footsteps were heard.

No, but I--
Miss Newsome,

has your fiancé ever expressed
an interest in your roses?

Oh, no. He finds it
all terribly boring.

He... he calls it my...
"blah blah blah."

"Blah blah blah" indeed.
This is ridiculous.

How would I have found him
in complete darkness?

Practice, Mr. Wilson.

After all, you helped
organize this dinner,

did you not? You had access
to this very table

every night for the past week.

And why would I kill a man
I'd never met?

That's a good question.
I believe the answer lies
in your recent engagement.

What about our engagement?
Mr. Wilson,

why are you
marrying Miss Newsome?

Well, because...

I love her.

What specifically do you
love about her?

Well, her... her... beauty,
of course,

and her... her...
Her money?

I have my own money.
You had money, Mr. Wilson.

You've since lost it all.

Is that true?

And you've gone
to great lengths

to set up Mr. Carmondy
for a crime.

But why would you do that?

Could it be that you've lost

all of your money
investing in a machine

that allows the dead to talk?

Mr. Carmondy, who are your investors?

I don't know off-hand.
No matter. Easy enough

to find out. Henry, could you
dig a little deeper

into Mr. Wilson's finances?
Gladly, sir!

(exclamations of surprise)
Watch out!




Miss Keller!

All right. You've got me.

It's over.

I'm not sorry.

He got what he deserved.

As would have you.

I lost a fortune
because you were too stupid

to see the truth.
And as for you?

I hate roses.

And I would frankly rather go
to the noose

than be married
to someone as boring

and vacuous as you.



(Murdoch): Henry!
(Mr. Fellows): Bravo!

(romantic music)

Oh, Henry!

Well Detective Murdoch,
once again our partnership

has produced results.

And once again, I must say
thank you for your help.

Perhaps we could

develop this stereoscopic sound
you've invented.

Oh, I don't see
there being much use for it,

except, of course,
in solving crime.

Maybe so,

but if you'd ever
like to work together again,

just say the word. Hm?

I'll give you a hand.

I wonder if she'll
ever forgive me.

Of course she will.

It wasn't you that broke her heart.

She needs some time to learn

to trust you again.

I'll fetch her.

Your carriage is here.

Don't forget what I told you

the other night.

Don't let one man's barbarity

keep you from
embracing everything

that life has to offer.

I won't.

Though I doubt
I'll ever love again.

You've surprised the world

with your strength and resilience.

You may yet surprise yourself.

I'm right here, Helen.
Your leg.

Thank you.

A remarkable woman.

We can go.

To live in a world

without sight and sound!

All of your other senses

would have to be heightened.

Taste, touch --

everything would be magnified.

Did you feel that at dinner?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Well, that's good.

Why do you say that?


I bought us a blindfold.

And I have an idea
for a little experiment.

Oh, my.

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