Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 15, Episode 19 - Brother Can You Spare a Crime - full transcript

(Tense music)

*MURDOCH MYSTERIES*
Season 15 Episode 19

Episode Title: "Brother Can You Spare a Crime"
Aired on: March 07, 2022.

(Thudding)

Hello? Is anyone there?

(Thudding)

Someone home?

What's this?

(Screaming)

(crying)

The bullet entered
her shoulder,



but it did not exit.

I imagine it is lodged
somewhere in her chest.

No other injuries?

Not that I can see, no.

Seems the bullet wound
is what killed her;

Arterial bleeding perhaps
filling the lungs.

Of course, I will do
a full postmortem.

(Vera sobbing)

As soon as you can,
please, Mrs. Hart.

Gentlemen?

Mm. Bit of a mess.

Possible indication
of a robbery?

Perhaps she interrupted
the intruder,

he panicked, fired?



All for a bit of silver.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Terribly sorry for your loss.

May I please speak
with your daughter?

What? Now?

I promise I'll be brief.

Terribly sorry for your loss,
miss Chambers.

I'm detective Murdoch.

Can you tell me
what happened?

I was out to dinner
with Albert.

And when I got home
that's when I found Opal...

Just lying there.

Albert?

A...

Gentleman friend.

Was there anyone else home
when you returned?

No one.

My brother, Eugene,
came in shortly after me.

Opal wasn't even supposed
to be home.

She was supposed to meet
with her best friend, henrietta.

And she had cancelled
this date?

I haven't any idea
what happened.

Where were they meant to be?

They were going
to the moving pictures.

She was so looking
forward to it.

Isn't that quite enough,
detective?

I just have a few
more questions.

No, there's no need.

I know who killed my Opal.

- You do?
- Of course.

Who?

(Tense music)

(Indistinct chattering)

One of those vagrants
out there.

We haven't had a peaceful night.

Just last week,
our neighbour's home

was broken into by a vagrant.

Jewelry was stolen.

I trust they called
the police?

Of course. They did nothing.

I'm sure they looked
into it thoroughly.

"looked into it."
some help that is.

These are dangerous men,
detective.

They come in on trains,
cause trouble.

They are no good, none of them.

The-the back door's
been broken into,

have a look for yourself.

It is obvious one
of them did it.

And have you yourselves
had cause to interact

with any of them?

Only Opal.

She was a bleeding heart
for the less fortunate.

She'd volunteer her time...

Feed them...

One of them must have...

I told her it was
a bad idea!

Mother, sit.

(Sobbing)

Do you know if anything
was taken?

Uh, not that I'm aware.

There was this,
on the sideboard.

It's obviously not
one of ours.

Right. If I could ask
that none of you touch anything.

Our constables will be
taking fingermarks.

One of the frames is gone.

The one that held the photo
we took on our trip

- to Niagara Falls.
- Oh, no.

I adored that frame.
It was a gift.

It was real sterling silver.

Anything else?

Well, uh, we'll have
to look more thoroughly.

They killed our daughter
for a picture frame.

(Sobbing)

You best take care of this,
detective,

Before another
decent person is hurt.

And living in the park
makes these people indecent?

No. It makes them
indolent wastrels.

(Birds chirping)

I know these probably
won't be up to your standards,

but I hope you like them.

Oh! I'm sure
they're wonderful.

So...

What do you want
to talk to me about?

Oh! How are you faring?

Fine. Why do you ask?

No reason. Ah...

The seasons are changing.

It can lower
one's spirits.

Yes.

I-I know for myself,

in times of unrest,

There's nothing worse
than staying home alone.

Oh, well I don't...

I have plenty of social
engagements on offer,

should I choose to attend them.

And have you been
choosing to attend them?

I didn't ask you here

to talk about social calendars.

I have a proposal for you.

Oh?

Well, a favour of sorts.

As you know, I work
at the dispensary,

a medical clinic for women.

And, well, in my condition,

I simply can't work the hours
I used to,

and so, well,
the long and the short of it

is I need help.

You want me to help
you at a clinic?

Nothing you wouldn't know
how to do.

Organizing files,
helping with new mothers,

women who are with child.

You do have expertise
in those areas.

I suppose I do.

It-it would be a volunteer
position, of course.

You can work as little
or as much as you'd like.

What do you think?

Well...

Yes.

Yes, I think
I'd like that.

Oh, good! That's wonderful.

(Phone ringing tone)

Nobody home?

Uh, apparently not.

- Problem?
- No, just having trouble

reaching a friend.

Maybe your friend
doesn't want to be reached.

I considered this.
But, firstly,

nothing seems to have
precipitated such a change

in attitude, and secondly,

One cannot tell
who is telephoning

when one's telephone rings.

- I'm sorry I asked.
- Then again,

perhaps he's chosen
to relieve himself

Of the burden
of his telephone altogether.

Sir!

I've spoken to the next-door
neighbour.

Ah, she witnessed a vagrant
going door-to-door

at around 8 P.M.

Right then.

Let's have a sketch of this man
made up straight away.

Uh, she didn't get a good
look at him, sir.

Vagrant, was it?

There seems to be
an encampment

near the Chambers home.

It's been giving
the neighbourhood

some trouble of late.

That place has been a Thorn
in the city's side for months.

Let's pay them a visit.

(Indistinct chattering)

Good day. Detective Murdoch,
Toronto constabulary.

I wonder if you could
answer some que...

I beg your pardon.

I'm detective llewelyn watts.

I didn't do nothing.

I'd just like to ask
you a few questions.

- ...Could answer a few...
- I got nothing to say.

Goodness.

Oh! Hello.

Not exactly forthcoming.

These type of people
don't care for the law.

Can I help you fellows?
You lost?

No. We're police.

What do you want?

Detective Murdoch.
We're looking for someone

who visited a home last night,
just over there.

Why?

It was the scene of a murder.

A murder?

That's a hell of a thing.

And since we're down
on our luck,

one of us must've done it,
is that right?

What's your name?

Hank Herman.

I'm sort of in charge
around here.

Oh, is that right?

So, you can make these people
talk to us, can you?

No one around here
is talking to any coppers.

We believe the killer
may have stolen some items

from the scene of the crime,

Most notably
a sterling silver frame.

Don't know anything
about that.

Do you know of anyone here
in possession of a gun?

I don't allow guns in here.

And these people
listen to you, do they?

Damn right they do.

We need to toss this place.

Let's get back to the station
and get the lads.

Well, that will hardly
endear us to the community.

They're criminals.
They don't need to like us!

Their only crime we can prove
is being without shelter.

One of these people has bloody
killed someone, watts.

I'm not going to wait
around until they decide

- to turn themselves in.
- Sir.

Woman looks familiar.

I think she works
at Scott's diner,

- If I'm not mistaken.
- Think you're right.

Adelaide?

Waitress from the diner?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Not been fired, have ya?

Ah, no.
No, I still work there.

- Ah.
- Every day, actually.

So, uh...

What are you doing here?
Volunteering, I suppose.

I, um...

I lost my home.

The diner doesn't pay enough.

But the people here are
quite kind, so it's not so bad.

We'll search every tent

until we find
those missing items.

Are you sure
we want to do that?

Have you got a better idea,
watts?

This is like searching
every house in a neighbourhood.

We have no cause to search
any individual

unless they are under suspicion.

The killer is a vagrant.
They're all under suspicion.

Believed to be a vagrant.

Perhaps the threat
of a widespread search

wll motivate them
to speak with us.

- You agree with this?
- Well, no, watts.

- But it's a means to an end.
- Sirs?

Henrietta stiles is here.

She's the friend Opal
was going to see

the night of her murder.

Miss stiles?

You and Opal Chambers
were good friends?

Best.

I've known Opal my whole life.

She was so kind.

Always willing to help others.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

This never would've happened

If she'd just met
with me that night.

So, you never did
meet up with Opal?

We were supposed
to meet at seven.

Just as I was heading out,

she telephoned and cancelled.

Did she give you
an explanation?

No.

And your whereabouts
that evening

can be verified?

Oh, yes, of course.

I was at home
with my grandmother

Finishing my crochet piece.

Did Opal have a paramour?

Was anyone courting her?

Nobody that I knew of.

And did you know of anyone
who might wish her harm?

Never.

Opal was the kindest girl.

I can't imagine anyone
holding a grudge against her.

But she did frequent
the vagrant encampment, correct?

Yes.

She used to say
they were good people,

just a little
down on their luck.

Did she mention anyone
in particular?

Anyone she felt
might be dangerous?

Only in good faith.

She was so trusting of them.

Look where it got her.

Right then, lads.

Let's get in there
and flip every tent

until we find the missing items.

We're looking for a sterling
silver frame,

Gold-plated comb
and some silver cutlery.

And if they resist, sir?

We hold them back
and then we search them.

Let's get to it.

(Indistinct shouting)

(Grunting)

Constable, go easy
on the young lady.

What is the meaning of this?

I've tried to talk
to you already.

We need to find
those missing items

so we know
we're on the right track.

Please, stop.

I-I know where that frame is.

- I know who took it.
- Oh, do you now?

- So, who was it?
- I'll show you.

Just call off your men.

Stand down, lads!

Stand down!

So, who am I looking for?

Eddie stone.

He's known to be violent.

I saw him trying to sell
a sterling silver frame.

His tent's over there.

You'll find him if you're lucky.

Uh, hang on, sir.

Niagara Falls.

"To mother with love."

Sir, this is the frame
we're looking for.

(Constable): Hey! Hey! Get him!

Someone stop him!

Stop! Stop! Get him!

(Grunting)

We got the guy, eh?

What do you want from me?

Seems there are quite
a few things we want from you.

You leave my things alone!

Your things? You stole this.

You took it from a murder scene.

I did not!

Just look on the bright side,
sunshine.

At least tonight,
you'll be spending the night

With a roof over your head.

This was found
in your possession.

Now, how did you acquire it?

How am I supposed to know?

I've never seen it
before in my life.

You claimed earlier
that these were your things.

Mr. Stone, I believe
you stole this

From the Chambers home
just near the camp.

And after stealing it,
you murdered Opal Chambers.

I didn't steal anything.

And I definitely
didn't murder anyone.

All right.

Where were you two nights ago?

Saturday?

I got in a bar fight.

What time?

I don't know. Like, eight?

Nine?

You can ask the copper
who arrested me.

You were arrested?

Spent the whole night
in the cells.

I can confirm this by
telephoning the station house.

Go ahead.

Then you can strip me down

And I'll show you
my bruised ribs.

It's the only reason I didn't
put up more of a fight.

It's true.
He was in jail all night.

So, we have
the wrong person then?

How did he come by
that stolen frame?

He says he has no idea
how he got it.

Perhaps he stole it
from someone else

and doesn't want to admit it?

Stole it from someone
in that camp.

Someone in there is our killer.

Did you check stone's
fingermarks?

They aren't a match
for any of the ones

- found in the Chambers home.
- What about the glove?

I haven't been able to link it
to anyone in that camp.

Whoever dropped it likely
disposed of the other one.

There is another possibility.

Someone may have intentionally
placed that frame

in front of his tent.

You mean he was set up.

Well, he's a known criminal.

Easy to convince us someone
like him would be guilty.

Herman is the one who led us
to Mr. Stone.

You should have
another word with him.

(Birds chirping)

(Indistinct chattering)

- Margaret.
- Oh!

This is all the paperwork
for today to get through.

I didn't realize
you were so busy.

You're going to be
a great help to us.

You must help me.

(Baby crying)

I've been up all night.

She hasn't been feeding
and she won't stop crying!

There must be something wrong.

All right.
We'll run some tests

And we'll see what's going on.

She'll be okay, won't she?

I'm sure there's nothing
to worry about,

and we'll feed her
some formula in the interim.

Lying to the police
is no small offence.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Mr. Stone was in jail
at the time

that that picture frame
was stolen.

Meaning there's a good chance
that frame

was placed amongst
his belongings.

And given that you pointed us
to him,

it's either quite a coincidence,

Or you set it up yourself.

It's time to tell
the truth, Mr. Herman.

That man is violent.

Rolled in on the rails
a few weeks ago,

nothing but trouble since.

He attacked a man
just last week,

Nearly killed him!

If you're looking
for a murderer, he's your man.

So, you presume
him to be guilty

based solely on his character.

We are good people here.

Except for him!

So, you did place that picture
frame in front of his tent?

I just wanted him gone.

Where did you get it?

- What?
- The frame!

A man named Reed.

He buys and sells
all sorts of things

outside that old butcher shop.

Uh-huh.

So, like a pawn shop?

Yes, except without the shop.

And when I saw the frame
in his possession,

that's when I got the idea.

Right.
Well, we'll speak to him.

But, regardless,
you falsified evidence

in a murder investigation.

You're coming with us.

How long does it take
to toss this place

and arrest somebody for murder?

Please, let me do my job.

Well, you're not doing
your job fast enough!

My Opal is dead.

And whichever one of these
no-good vagrants did it

is running around free.

Is this the one who did it?

He's only a witness.

How do you know the killer
didn't hop on a freight car out of town?

We don't. Mr. Chambers.

The best thing you could do
at this time

is go home and let us
determine who did it.

Lads.

Donuts?

Excuse me?

- Do you run this place?
- Yeah.

Did someone take
your order already, sir?

I'm not here to order.

I'm here to discuss
the kind of wages

that you pay your workers
that they can't even afford

A roof over their heads.

And who said
something like that?

Never you mind.

Well, that's not my concern.

I have mouths to feed at home.

So, you don't care
that the very people you employ

can't even afford to eat
at the diner that they work at?

It doesn't matter if I care.

I can't afford to raise
their wages and that's that!

Mr. Reed, is it?

Uh, who's asking?

Detective llewelyn watts
and detective William Murdoch

- of the Toronto constabulary.
- I-I don't know anything, so...

I didn't ask you anything.

Actually, we'd like to know
where you got this.

Uh. It does look familiar.

Uh...

Um...

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, that's mine.

Someone must've stolen it.

Just tell us where you got it.

Oh, yes. It was, uh...

Morris graves. I gave him
a pair of boots for it.

(Chuckling)
Got quite the deal.

And where might we find
this Mr. Graves?

Uh, usually stays
by the alley,

uh, behind the grocers
around the way.

- Right.
- Wha...?

Uh, now hold on!
Th-that's my frame.

I traded for it fair and square!

Mr. Graves?

Listen,

If this is about
the vegetable stand,

I only took what rolled
onto the street.

This is about a woman
named Opal Chambers.

Do you know her?

No.

You recognize this?

No.

It was stolen
from miss Chambers.

And shortly thereafter, it came
to be in your possession.

I didn't take it.
That woman gave it to me.

You're telling us that a woman
simply gave this to you.

Yes. She said it'd be more
useful to me than her.

Nice girl.

Did she give you
anything else?

No.

Where exactly
did she give this to you?

At her house.

You were inside of her home?

On the 18th?

I don't know. I guess.

How did you come to be
inside her home?

I went looking for food
and clothing,

going door-to-door,
like I always do.

That woman just happened
to open the door to me.

All right. What happened next?

She gave me the frame
and I left.

She was still alive
when you left?

What?

Miss Chambers was murdered.

We believe whoever took this
frame from her is her killer.

She... She's dead?

Look, I don't know anything
about any murder.

I didn't do anything!

Let's take him to the camp
and search his things.

No. No, you guys have
the wrong guy. I didn't...

well, then, you have
nothing to worry about.

We found these items

in the tent of a Mr. Morris.

Do you recognize any of these?

I don't know. Mother?

No. Those are not ours.

(Breathing heavily)

- Miss Chambers?
- No, I... I...

I'm sorry, detective.

She's rather overcome
with emotion.

And, uh, you are?

Albert Jones,

Vera's companion.

Yes.

That's her brush.
(vera sobbing)

It's all right,
it's all right. Come.

Her hair's still in it.

Are you quite sure?

Yes.

Uh, this means it's him.

You-you've found the man
who did it.

Well, we can't be certain
of that just yet.

He's the thief,
he's the killer.

I gave this to her
on her 16th birthday.

I should have been there. I...

I should have saved her.

It's all right, father.
It's all right.

These cuffs are too tight!

You'll have them off
in a moment,

soon as you're in the cells.

Morris!

Mr. Chambers?

- If you can't do it, I will.
- No!

(Gunshot)

Hang on!

Someone get a doctor!
(constable): Right, sir!

What have you done?

He's dead.

(Tense music)

Why would you do this?

Can you really say you
wouldn't have done the same?

I absolutely would not have!

You cannot take the law
into your own hands!

You have to do right
by your family.

We were bringing him in!

You were just going to ask him
a few more useless questions.

- Building a case.
- And then?

What if you couldn't prove it?

(Sighing)

Now he's paid.

Now it's over.

You'll likely hang for this,
Mr. Chambers.

I don't care.

It will be hard
to convict him.

He'll have the sympathy
of a jury.

He shot a man in public

with no remorse.

A man who killed his daughter.

The type of man
that everyone fears.

Still,

There are questions
that remain unanswered.

Such as?

We've found no murder weapon.

So, he dumped it somewhere.

No one recalls him
having a gun.

It hardly changes anything.

Go figure it out
and close the case.

Your resistance
will not help your case.

Take your hands off me!
I am not going anywhere.

Oi, Higgins. What's occurring?

This woman was caught stealing
from a fruit cart, sir.

Is this true?

I got fired.

Boss says I was causing trouble.

I had to eat. I-I promise,
I won't do it again.

Bloody hell.

Take her to my office, Higgins,

Give her something to eat,
then let her go.

Sir.

Right, you lot, listen up!

As of today, no one
from station house four

will be seen
entering Scott's diner.

Uh, sir, it's Turkey Tuesday.

No one. Understood?

Sir.

I'm afraid your baby
isn't taking the formula.

She's at danger
of becoming malnourished.

What do I do?

Well, she has to eat,

so we may need
to feed her forcibly.

(Baby cooing)

You haven't held her
in a while.

Would you like to
before we feed her?

It's fine.
Just, please, help her.

The bullet pierced his heart,
killing him instantly.

Thank you, Mrs. Hart.

You're lucky
you weren't injured.

Slip of the hand...

Yes, I suppose
both watts and I

Have had our share
of close calls.

Anything else?

Nothing that struck me as odd.

He was fairly healthy,
had all his teeth intact,

a few scratches here and there.

I did notice a red stain
on his shirt.

I thought he had
a pre-existing injury,

but it was just a food stain.

What kind of food?

A sauce of some sort?
Maybe a soup.

Soup?

If I were to guess,
I'd say tomato.

(Tense music)

A soup stain on Mr. Graves

matching the kind of soup

That was set out
at the Chambers home?

- Yes.
- Meaning?

Meaning he may have had
soup in their home.

So what?

It's a bit unusual, sir.

A man robbing a house sits down
to a bowl of soup.

And he claimed she gave him
the picture frame.

Along with other items.

So, it's possible
that it is true.

She invited him inside.

Eating soup is not a tell-tale
sign of innocence.

He could have killed her
and then helped himself.

His fingermarks
were found here,

As well as on the dining table.

What about the hallway
where the shot came from?

Uh, no.

Is this really necessary?

I've lost my daughter
and now my husband.

Please! I just want peace.

This won't take long,
I assure you.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

The kitchen counter
and then...

again here on this moulding.

The front door?

Fingermarks were found
on the outside doorknob

and the inside doorknob.

Nothing else?

No.

If someone were to break in,

it would be presumably
because the door was locked.

- Hm.
- They would've smashed

The glass, reached inside,

- and Mr. Graves' fingermarks...
- Should be on the deadbolt.

- They are not?
- They are not.

He didn't break in,
the window was broken.

That could also have happened
after the fact.

So, you think
that she let him in,

gave him some soup
and then handed him

A pillowcase full of silver
and sent him on his way.

- Well...
- And then somehow she ended up

being shot and the window
ended up being broken.

How do you explain all that?

Well, sir, I-I can't, yet.

You really believe
that someone else killed her?

Possibly.

Maybe they have the gun,

Because we still don't even have
a bloody murder weapon.

Detective?

I think you'll agree
something is missing.

So, I decided
to revisit our evidence.

And?

I had a thought.
About the murder weapon.

We still haven't found it.

No.

But we do have this.

The gun Mr. Chambers
used to kill Mr. Graves.

Mr. Chambers' gun.

Ergo, it would have been
inside Mr. Chambers' home.

At the time of Opal's murder.
But you don't think...

the calibre was the same
in both shootings.

Let's imagine,
just for a moment,

that Mr. Graves did not
break into the Chambers home

And did not commit the murder.

Would it then be possible...

That the killer
used the same gun.

I need you to have a look
at the striation marks

on these bullets.

Uh. Uh-huh.

Yes, it's a match.

Same gun was used
to kill them both.

The killer is in that house.

Y did it?

We believe so, yes.

I still think the vagrant
could have come in the house

and found that gun.
It is possible.

It would've still been
in the house at the time.

Sir, it was hidden
out of the way in a drawer.

Now, Mr. Graves' fingermarks
were found all over

the main floor, but not
on the drawer in question.

Now, it is possible that he
was invited inside, for a time,

but that the murder took place
after he left.

Whose fingermarks
were on the drawer then?

It was smudged,
but only family members.

I was going over the evidence
and noticed something.

What looked to be a pendant
that Opal Chambers wore

around her neck
is really a locket.

- What's significant about that?
- Well, lockets usually

have something inside of them.

This one has the letter
"a" inside of it.

Hm.

Who does that stand for, then?

- Her father's name is Arnold.
- Oof!

Bloody hell, Murdoch,
it's a locket.

- More likely a paramour.
- Thank you, watts.

Her friend stated
that she wasn't courting anyone.

- Huh.
- Maybe her friend lied.

(Indistinct chattering)

Inspector!

I'm so happy to see you here.

I'm not here to dine.

I'm just seeing if any of my men
are wasting their money

In this establishment.

Well, you can rest assured
they haven't.

Since my regulars
stopped coming in,

it's hurt my business
tremendously.

It's not a nice feeling,
is it?

I'll hire Adelaide back,
all right?

She shouldn't have been
fired in the first place.

You're right.

Please.

My men will return
on one condition.

- What?
- You raise Adelaide's wages.

Agreed.

And the rest of your staff,
as well.

- I don't think...
- I don't negotiate!

You're not paying
your workers enough

that they can put a decent roof
over their heads.

It's not right.

- It's a deal.
- Good.

And good day to you.

Miss stiles,
the last time we spoke,

you weren't entirely
honest with me.

I am a very honest person.
My family can attest to it.

Who is "a"?

"A"?

This belonged
to miss Chambers.

It could be anybody, really.

Hm.

Well, I guess,
as a best friend,

miss Chambers didn't really
tell you everything.

I know that if I had an enemy,
or a secret lover,

I surely would reveal that
to my closest friend.

If you really are to know...

the A is for Albert.

Yes.

That Albert.

Vera's lover.

Miss Chambers was seeing
Albert behind her sister's back?

I swore I wouldn't
tell a soul, but...

she's gone now.

You were with Vera Chambers

the night of the murder,
correct?

Yes. Yes, we were at
parkwood bowling and dining,

on the east side of town.

Did you visit
anywhere else that night?

What do you mean?

Did you meet with anyone else?

No.

No?

Not Opal Chambers?

Why would I be meeting up
with Opal Chambers?

That's, uh... It's just silly.

Perhaps because you were
seeing her.

Behind her sister's back.

I don't know where
you heard that,

but I can assure
you it's a lie.

Mr. Jones, we know it's true.

I was in love with Opal.

So you did see her that night?

I called Opal
earlier in the evening...

told her to meet me at the park
about 7 P.M.

I wanted to break it off
with her because I just...

I couldn't do this anymore.
I-I love Vera.

You said you loved her sister.

Well, I love them both. I...

Obviously, I had
to put a stop to it.

So, instead of meeting
with henrietta that night,

it was you she went to see?

Yes.

After I broke it to her,
then I went to meet Vera.

Opal was so distraught.

She ran home crying. I...

and you followed her?

Follow? Why would I...?

If you're suggesting I had
anything to do with her death,

you-you're mistaken.

Perhaps she threatened
to expose the affair?

- You couldn't let that happen.
- No. No, no, no.

She didn't. She was heartbroken,
but I...

I could never hurt Opal.

Please, I-I swear to you.
I-I don't know what happened

after Opal got home that night,
but I-I wasn't there.

I know this all seems
quite overwhelming,

but it really will be a quick...

- Is she feeding?
- She is, indeed.

Thank you.
I was losing all hope.

She's looking
healthier already.

Hm. Some babies
don't take to the bottle.

They need the human touch.

(Baby cooing)

Would you like
to try holding her?

She cries when I hold her.

I don't know what I'm doing.

You're her mother.

You're all she needs.

Trust me. You'll be just fine.

Good girl.

These are the days
you'll never forget.

Treasure them.

Was it the two-timer?

His alibi suggests
he wouldn't have had time

to follow miss Chambers home
and kill her.

They were confirmed attending
parkwood bowling and dining.

Well, it was someone
in the house.

What about fingermarks
on the gun?

Mr. Chambers used it
to kill our suspect

subsequent to the initial
murder.

We only found his fingermarks.

- Maybe we check again?
- No, we were thorough.

Any previous marks were smudged
or wiped off completely.

We checked the gun
for fingermarks,

but not the bullets.

Well?

All of the fingermarks
on these bullets

are Mr. Chambers'.

No surprise.
Perhaps he's the killer.

Except for this one.

Oh? Whose is it?

Vera Chambers. Opal's sister.

Miss Chambers.

We'd like to speak to you
about the murder of your sister,

Opal Chambers.

What's going on?
What are you doing here?

We found your fingermark

on a bullet casing
in your father's gun,

The same gun that was used
to kill your sister, Opal.

You fired it once,
killing her.

Then put it back
in the hallway table drawer,

but not before replacing
the fired bullet

So no one would be the wiser.

Lies!

Why are you doing this?
My daughter's innocent.

- Let it be, mother.
- No!

It was bound to come
back to me eventually.

- Vera! No!
- Mother.

Th-th-this isn't proof.

Just because
she touched a bullet?

You believe someone else
fired that gun?

They must have!
It can't be her.

I agree.

Miss Chambers was seen
in the company of Mr. Jones

at the time of the murder,
and she didn't return home

Until at least one hour
after it happened.

So it was him,
it was the vagrant.

Yes!

Possibly.

But I doubt very much
he was able to find

that gun where it was hidden.

Furthermore, I don't believe

Miss Chambers
helped him find it.

Of course she didn't help him.
What are you talking about?

You didn't fire that gun,
did you, miss Chambers?

But you did replace
the one spent bullet.

You were protecting someone?

What are you saying?

- Who killed my daughter?
- Who are you covering for?

I-I don't know
what you're talking about!

- Vera?
- I...

It was me. It was me.
She was covering for me.

Tell us what happened.

That night I came home early.

She wasn't supposed
to be at home.

I heard noises.

I thought a vagrant
was robbing us.

I got the gun.

With the neighbours' recent
break-ins, I was frightened.

I was sure! I-I just...

I just wanted to stop him!

(Gunshot)

(Thudding)

When I finally went over
to the dead body,

I realized it was Opal.

I didn't even have time
to think. Until Vera arrived.

(Screaming)

We tried to make it
look like a break in.

She was just
trying to protect me.

I'm sorry, mother.

(laughing)

You really do seem
to have the magic touch!

Ah! It's not magic,

just experience
and common sense.

- Well, thank you, Margaret.
- Mm.

Poor woman seemed
unable to even hold her baby

before you helped.

And to think I was about
to perform a rather

harsh medical procedure.

Uh, it was my pleasure.

I have to admit,
I'm rather afraid

of when this baby comes.

I know how to be a doctor,
not a mother.

Oh! Well, no one knows
what to do.

You just do it.

I suppose so.

Well, if you need any help,
I'll be right here.

Thank you, Margaret.

Thank you.

(Birds chirping)

Looking for Mr. Strange,
are you?

That's right. I haven't
been able to reach him.

Took off couple of days ago.

Took off to where?

Don't know.

Him and his friend
loaded luggage into a carriage

and took off.

- (Clearing throat)
- His friend?

Sure, friend.

Young man.

Younger than yourself.

Thank you.

(Horse hooves pattering)

Ah, there you are.

All's well that ends well.

I can't thank you enough.

I may be able to save enough
to get my own place soon.

It's the least you deserve.
(chuckling)

- The regular?
- Oh, yes, please.

It's been a while.

- That'll be 25 cents.
- Twenty-five cents?!

Wages go up, prices go up.
It's the way it works.

Mm.

Topping of jelly.

- On me.
- Ah!

This time.

Hm.

Subtitling: Difuze

Corrections done by srjanapala