Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 15, Episode 21 - Devil Music - full transcript

(Crackling)

Theme music...

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*MURDOCH MYSTERIES*
Season 15 Episode 21

Episode Title: "Devil Music"
Aired on: March 21, 2022.

(Cheerful ambiance)

(Upbeat music)

♪ I'MMA tell you how ♪

♪ I'MMA tell you how
I'MMA tell you how ♪

♪ To kill a man
kill a man ♪

♪ I'MMA tell you how
I'MMA tell you how ♪



♪ I'MMA tell you how ♪

♪ to kill a man
kill a man. ♪

♪ I'MMA tell you five ways
to kill a man ♪

Can I... Would you like
another?

Another drink, that is.

Yes, thank you.

(Clears throat)

- This man is unbelievable.
- Hmm!

♪ Hit him hard
and knock out his lights ♪

I love these lyrics.
Thank you.

You always have the best
ideas.

(Clears throat)

(laughs)

(♪)



Horatio's on in 15 minutes,
where is he?

Shh!

♪ Gunshot to the heart ♪

♪ Drown in dark liquor ♪

♪ Knife across the throat ♪

♪ To end him quicker ♪

♪ I'MMA tell you how ♪

♪ I'MMA tell you how ♪
I'MMA tell you how ♪

♪ To kill a man
kill a man ♪

♪ I'MMA tell you five ways
to kill a man ♪

(cheering)

Bravo!

- Very nice!
- Thank you.

Thank you kindly.

Amazing!
(laughs)

Hmm? Where's Horatio?

(Birds chirping)

The imperial muskoka hotel
offers canoeing,

fishing, tennis?

Dear lord! I just want to
laze around and put my feet up.

Yes, which is precisely why
I booked this vacation for us.

A little rest before
the arrival of bébé!

Well, thank you, William.
I just can't decide

whether to take all
or none of these books.

How about a compromise?
Bring two.

"The complete baby book."
it's rather ambitious.

George Bernard Shaw highly
recommends it.

- Well, then.
- (Telephone rings)

Detective William Murdoch.

Oh, hello, sir.

Oh.

Yes, I'll be right there.

William! We have to be
on a train in three hours.

Y-yes, this won't take long,
I promise.

Uh... Hmm.

(Mysterious music)

At first glance, this man was on the losing
side of a fight.

He was stabbed, beaten,
strangled.

(Humming): Shot through
the heart,

drowned in dark liquor...

Are you trying to tell us
something, detective?

I heard about this
exact murder, last night.

But in a song.

(Dramatic music)

I was at the salon last night

and the performer,
curiously named Lead Belly...

Wait, watts. Lead Belly?

Yes, sir. A guitar player
hired to play at my salon.

What salon?

It's a new establishment
where patrons

can listen to contemporary
music.

Yes. Last night,
he sang a song called

"five ways to kill a man."

- That's the name of a song?
- Hmm.

Those five ways
were represented here.

They were indeed.

Interesting.

I also found these
on the body.

What are they?

- I have no idea.
- They're reeds.

Once they're added to
the mouthpiece

of, say, a saxophone
or a clarinet,

They vibrate to create
the horn's unique sound.

Right. And you saw
this man play last night?

I believe he was scheduled
to perform, but never arrived.

If you'll excuse me,
I must get started

on this post-mortem before
he thaws out.

Ah, yes, thank you, Mrs. Hart.

With me, detective.
I know the way to the salon.

The entrance to the
establishment is a little

tricky to locate,
even in the light of day.

♪ Go down ♪

♪ Moses ♪

♪ Way down in Egypt's land ♪

♪ Tell all pharaohs ♪

♪ let my people ♪

♪ Go ♪

Hmm! Praise the lord,
miss bright!

You're a Christian!

I sang as a child.

Seaview African baptist,
every Sunday morning,

back home in africville.

Oh! That's my exact story.

Except it was Turner chapel
in oakville.

Truthfully though,
singing those hymns,

that was my favourite part
of going to church.

Hmm!

Then, how can you say
what we just sang doesn't

belong in the salon?

Miss Jacobs,
it's not about belonging.

- It's about business.
- Hmm.

That rag music that's so popular
right now,

- not for me.
- Oh, no?

So, I won't catch you
in the backroom

doing a little cakewalk,

Dusting the baseboards?
(laughs)

Go on, you!
(laughing)

Pardon the interruption.
Are you the owner?

Miss cassiopeia bright.
How may I help you gentlemen?

Detective Murdoch,
Toronto constabulary.

We'd like to ask you
some questions

about a saxophone player
you recently hired to play here.

I believe it's this man,
pictured in your flyer?

That's the horn player
I hired to play this week.

(Discordant note)

Alto sax, correct?

Yes.

And did he?

Play here this week?

He played once
that Monday night.

And then, ran off.

Ran off?

After we argued about
paying him in advance,

eventually I gave in and then,
he didn't show up

to play his second set.

Why, is he in some sort
of trouble?

He was found murdered
this morning.

I...

Assumed he left town.

So, the last time you saw
mister colman,

The two of you argued over money
and he disappeared.

Was he alone?

He left with
huddie Lead Belly,

my musical act
from the same night.

Speak of the devil.

Chérie!

Why are you calling my name?

These gentlemen would like
to speak with you.

If you're all done with me,

I have some things
to attend to.

Mister Lead Belly,

What is your relationship
to Horatio colman?

Who you call Horatio
I call blue.

Well, we go way back.

Travelling,
playing juke joints

and weekend dances all over
the country.

Why? Where he at?

Well, we regret to
inform you

he was found murdered
this morning.

Lordy, lordy!

You were friends?

More like brothers
and cousins!

Miss bright stated that

you were the last person to
see him, Monday night.

Aye, I was here.

Drank some,

went out on the town,
drank a little more.

And the rest of the night
was a mystery to me.

I saw you perform
last night,

you sang a remarkable song
called

"five ways to kill a man"?

(Humming)

♪ He thief your girl from
out your bed ♪

♪ You have all the rights

♪ To see him dead ♪

When I shook off my slumber,
yesterday morning,

it was in my head,
won't let me go.

Understand something, fellas.

When the muses call,
I surely listen.

I just let it out,
last night.

Just like that?

Yeah.
I've been making up songs

since I was no bigger
than a June bug.

And were the muses,
as you call them,

explicit about how to kill
a man five ways?

It was like a dream
I was coming out of, you know?

Lots of hazy pictures and such.

Mister Lead Belly,
how did you get your split lip?

I don't know, sir.

Truth is, I was drunker
than cooter brown, that night.

Who knows what I did?

I think you know more than
you're saying.

The song's called
"five ways to kill a man".

And they're all evidenced
on the body.

- Hmm.
- According to Mrs. Hart, yes.

And this Lead Belly fellow
wrote the song yesterday morning?

Claims muses spoke it to him.

It's possible the murder
happened

before he sang the song.

Then, he dumped the body
before taking the stage.

In broad daylight?
Seems risky.

Watts, take this flyer
with the victim's picture on it

and canvass the area where
he was found.

Somebody must have seen him
the night he died.

Alright. I only wish I'd seen
him perform.

Something nagging you,
Murdoch?

I find it difficult to believe
that mister Belly...

Mister Belly?

I admit I'm not quite sure
how to address him.

So, mister Belly!

(Clears throat)

Sang a song describing
specifically five different ways

to murder a man in front of
a crowd of 50 people

Who could identify him as
the killer of a man

that was found dead
the next morning.

It doesn't make any sense.

You said he'd been drinking?

So much so that he doesn't
know how he got back to the salon.

Happens to the best of us.

I'll give you Winston Churchill.

Churchill didn't remember
because he didn't kill anyone!

When you're in the haze
of drink, Murdoch,

Anything can happen.

Alcohol can unlock
a part of you

that you never even knew
existed.

(Sniffs)

She can be a cruel mistress.

That gives me an idea.

Hmm!

My birthing papers back
in Louisiana say ledbetter.

But I think "Lead Belly" has
a nicer sound to it.

Well, when you work in
the performing arts,

- it's good to have a catchy name.
- Hmm-hmm.

I know it certainly
hasn't hurt me as an author.

Hold on. You wrote a book?
Get out of here!

Oh!

Well, lookie here,
Shakespeare.

I duly apologize.

Listen, I'll give you
this right now,

but first, you have to
tell me something.

- Sure.
- You're from Louisiana, right?

Born and raised.

So, you know
about the red river?

Have you ever seen
the swamp monster?

- Hmm-hmm.
- The rougarou?

(laughs)

I sure have, Crabtree.
I sure have.

The bloodsucking creature with
the body of a man

- and head of a wolf!
- Hmm-hmm.

Tell me everything!

Well, back in the day,
my mama...

He has no recollection
of what happened that night,

because he drank to excess.

Well, it's a possible
case of automatism.

Automatism?

It's rare, but in the grips
of profound intoxication,

one can commit heinous acts

and be completely unaware
of what happened.

I'm hoping that
if you hypnotize him,

he will be able to remember
what happened that night.

Well, I will just have enough
time to do that

before we have to leave.
If we miss the train,

then the carriage to the hotel
will not wait for us!

Yes, yes. Mister Belly.

Just call me Lead Belly.

- Mister Lead Belly.
- Hmm-hmm.

This is doctor Julia ogden.

She would like to hypnotize you
in the hopes of unlocking

your memories of Monday night.

Hold on, now. Hypnotism?

That sounds like some
Louisiana hoodoo to me.

Well, I assure you,
it's perfectly safe

and it should only take
a few minutes.

Hmm-hmm.

It's that or a night
in our cells.

The choice is yours.

(Mysterious music)

And when you step out
of the salon, what do you see?

It's nighttime.

And there's snow,

like little stars falling
to the ground.

And where did you go next?

I don't know.

Place yourself back in
that evening.

Does anything come to you?

(Woman laughing)

A lady.

What kind of lady?

She's a lady in the brown
bottle.

(Whispered): Lady in the brown
bottle?

And there's a bloody rainbow.

(Mysterious music)

Is the lady injured?
Is Horatio there?

I see a dog.

What kind of dog?

The craziest dog I ever
did see.

A black dog with three heads.

Ooh!

Lordy, this country's cold.

What else?
What else do you see?

I don't know.

Ooh, whee!

I think that's all we're going
to get out of him for now.

Bloody rainbow,
lady in the brown bottle,

three-headed dog? What?

- Cerberus, sir.
- Cerber, sir?

Sir, Cerberus!

Sir, Cerberus.

The three-headed dog
of the underworld.

Well, there's something
there,

but I couldn't quite unlock it.

He remembers
the evening in question,

but just no details.

So, he wasn't completely
drunk?

Well, yes and no.

How do you mean, doctor?

Well, I think we all know
what it feels like

to have one too many drinks
before bed.

(Sighs)

You may not remember
the entire evening,

but there are snatches
of images floating

In your memory the next day.

Then, there are times where
you don't remember anything

From the night at all.
That's never good.

Well, luckily, he does recall
some of that night.

So, what do we do now?

Well, we need to leave
for our trip,

but I think if you retraced
his steps from that evening,

The answer may present itself.

I'll wait for you at the door.

He either killed the man
himself

or he witnessed it.

Sir, perhaps
if you accompanied

Mister Lead Belly
as he retraced his steps

Through Toronto
that night,

you might help him
to remember.

So, you're saying
the best chance we have

is to take the fellow out
drinking.

I'm saying that
you should accompany him.

You don't necessarily need
to drink yourself.

Ah, Murdoch, vino veritas.

It's always
served me well before,

there's no reason to think that
it won't serve me well tonight.

Enjoy your trip.

(Sighs)

Right, bugalugs:
Go and grab the musician,

And get your civvies on.

We have got
some investigating to do!

Sir, excellent!

Sometimes, this job
has unforeseen benefits.

(laughs)

(Soft music)

We're going to miss
the dinner service.

Oh, I'm quite certain
we'll be there in time.

I'm getting hungry!

Perhaps they'll serve us
supper in our rooms.

Well, I hope so!

We'll be fine.

(Driver): Whoa!

(Horse neighs)

Oh, no!

William, this can't be
happening!

I... Oh!

(Sighs)

(Dramatic music)

I am so sorry about that,
Mr. And Mrs.

I got a broken wheel
and no supplies to fix it.

So, sit tight,

and I'll be back as soon as
I can with some help.

Wait, wait, wait.
You're just going to leave us?

It's freezing!

Well, it's been colder,
but I'll tell you what.

There's a cabin I use
down the road.

It's no xanadu,

But I have been known
to pen a few ditties in there.

Ditties?

Well, I have written
a song or two in my time.

Right.

Well, thank you, mister...

Sawyer. Thomas Sawyer.

I'll be back.

So, have you seen this man
before?

Sure have. He'd never had
a pretzel before!

Liked them so much
he bought two.

- (Chuckles)
- And this was two nights ago?

Indeed.

Well, he started crowing about
having heaps of cash

burning a hole in his pocket.

So, I set him in the direction
of the tipsy ferret.

(Chuckling)

As good a place as any
to part a man from his money.

- Don't I know it!
- Thank you.

Come on, you two.

Ooh!

Excuse me, did you see
this man, last night?

Hmm-hmm.

Well, this is not the evening
I had in mind.

What's all this?

Unlike an artist,

detectives don't get to set
their own hours.

Have you seen this man
last night?

Feel free to make other plans.

I'm sure that the gentleman
you went on that trip with

would love to see you.

You're right, Byron would.

- But I'll be seeing him tomorrow.
- Byron.

I have a lot of friends,
llewellyn.

Variety is the very spice
of life

that gives it all its flavour.

You think you can win me
over with poetry?

I did it before.

Oh, come on.

I am here, we're together.

Let me help you with your case.

Remember the horn player
that didn't show up last night?

- Hmm-hmm.
- Turns out he was murdered

in the same way as that song
we heard.

Oh, god.

I need to find someone
who saw him before he died.

- Exciting!
- Hmm.

Salud!

Right.

- Hmm!
- Hmm!

Ah, yes. That's it.

Alright, okay,
now we're talking.

Oy, what's that?

I don't care for the taste
of suds, too bitter.

Which is why I always carry
a little bit of sugar on me

to sweeten it up.

Sugar!
Maybe you are a murderer.

You just murdered a bloody
good pint!

(laughs)
Oy, Charlie,

Did he pull a stunt like that
the other night?

Nothing that bad, no.

He was too good to drink
out of an open whiskey bottle.

He demanded I open a brand
new one.

I don't drink liquor from
a bottle with a broken seal.

I ain't looking to be poisoned!
(laughs)

So, I crack open a new bottle
for his majesty here,

he takes no time making short
work of it,

Then when it comes time
to pay up,

there's a whole song and dance
about robbed.

I never stiffed a barman
in my life.

You call me a liar and
I'm fixing to jerk a knot in your tail.

Alright, easy, easy.
Then, what happened?

I threw him out the back door.

All the while, he's kicking up
quite a fuss.

Alright, thank you.
Let's go take a look out back.

Hold on a second,
I still expect to be paid.

He left quite a tab, I will not
be put on the hook for it.

Well, well, well. Lookie here.

Praise Marie laveau!

Wait a minute, sir.

Look.

Charity.
That could be evidence.

Didn't pay my...
You better watch yourself.

That should cover it, Charlie.

(Sighs)

Oh, what a waste.

(Intriguing music)

Sir!

This must be it.

This is what, Crabtree?

Cerberus.

The three-headed dog.

Shall we?

Hello?

Hello?

(Chuckles)

I knew you'd be back,
aquarius man.

You still have that protection
I gave you?

- Is that what that is?
- Hmm-hmm!

I suppose that proves
you were here, but... When?

Close to the witching hour.

I remember, 'cause I could feel
the magic coming off of him

soon as he came through
that door.

What time is
the witching hour?

About 3 am, sir.

(Mysterious music)

(Distant ruckus)

The neighbours are always up
to some nonsense,

keeping me awake
with their parties!

She knows we're coppers.
Come on, lads, this way!

(Dramatic music)

- (Shouting)
- Go!

What is this place?

Take a wild guess, Crabtree.

Cards! Chips!
It's a gambling den!

Oy! We can see you.
Stand up.

(Sighs)

Do you recognize this man?

Uh... Yes.
(chuckles)

A winner, a few nights ago.

As soon as he walked in, a fan
gave him a dollar to gamble

when I refused to take his ring
as collateral.

Said he was some kind
of musician.

- (laughs)
- Alright, alright.

So, he was here and he did well.
What happened next?

Uh, he was winning big,
singing songs.

The customers loved it.

But then, he stopped as soon
as another man walked in,

Later that night.

Was it this man?

Yes.

Yes, as soon as
the winning man saw him,

he started screaming!

Screaming what, exactly?

Uh... "you stole my money!"
he kept screaming.

And picked up a bottle
to fight him.

He drained it first, which
I appreciated, since liquor...

- (laughs)
- ...is not cheap.

My kind of fellow.

What did you do?

So, I say, "out!" I say,
"you want to curse, go on.

But no fighting!
Take it outside!"

Through there?

Yes.

Don't go anywhere.

(Mysterious music)

None of this is ringing
any bells to me at all.

Sir, look at this.

Could be dried blood,
could be dirt.

It's too dark to see.

So, you're out on the town,

Having a good time,
having a few drinks.

At some point, you reach
for your wallet

and you realize
it's been pinched.

That's when
your buddy walks in,

You figure he's the one
who stole it.

But this, this makes you
see red.

And you've got one hell
of a temper.

Now, the two of you step outside
to settle it like men,

but your pal, blue,

He's not in his cups
as much as you

and he catches you a good one.

It would explain
the split lip.

But you,
you're the type of fella

who gives as good as he gets.

You crack him one to the jaw and
before he can poke you back,

You hit him with this bottle,
killing him.

Fight over, dead friend.

It does add up.

No, I... I don't think that's
what happened at all.

How can you be sure?

When you were hypnotized,
you mentioned a brown bottle.

Well...
(metal clanking)

(Gasping)

Catch him, go on!

Get after him!
Come on, Crabtree!

Stop! Lead Belly! Stop!

(Gasping)

Lead Belly!

Crabtree,
get the cuffs on him!

Wait, wait, wait!
I've been here before.

Sure, you have.

I swear on my mama's life.

I've been at this here building
two nights ago.

Now, if I'm lying, lock me up.

But this building, I know it.

Sir, we're already here.

Can't hurt to take a look.

Alright. Well, you're keeping
an eye on him.

Come on.

(Soft music)

Yeah, that's me.

I'm charity.

Ah, now, do you remember
keeping company

with this gentleman
over here?

Patched his lip up with
a little honey

- and we had some fun.
- Ah!

Felt like Florence
nightingale.

Well, thanks for that, miss.

And when he arrived,
how was he looking?

Was he covered in blood
at all?

Hmm, no. A little rumpled,

but that's to be expected
at that time of night.

About what time was that?

Somewhere around 4:30.

He said he won some money
playing craps

and couldn't wait
to spend it on me.

Then, afterwards,
you scrawled your name

on this four-dollar bill
instead of keeping it.

- Why?
- Well,

He stayed until eight
in the morning

and paid me handsomely for it.

I knew he probably
wouldn't remember my name,

sauced as he was.

Besides, everyone deserves
a little charity.

Well, thank you for your help.

We'll let you get back
to your...

- customers.
- Hmm!

Ma'am.

Have a pleasant evening.

Thank you, inspector and...

Feel free to swing by
anytime you want.

- Sir! Shall we?
- Oh, yes.

(Soft music)

- (Sighs)
- Now, come on.

You think I escaped being gator
bait in lousiana

to swing in white man's heaven
for killing someone?

It just don't make no sense.

You may have received
charity at that cathouse,

but that largesse doesn't
extend to station house four.

Listen.

Some of us hit the dirt quicker
than others.

But I had nothing to do

wth putting blue
in touch with his maker.

I'm a musician,
I'm not a killer!

Look, we figured out the clue
about the three-headed dog

with a visit
to the tarot reader,

So that memory panned out.

We still don't have anything
on the bloody rainbow

or the lady in the brown bottle.

Have you anything else for us?

I don't. I'm sorry.

So am I.

With no evidence,
we can't exonerate you.

I'm afraid it's off
to the cells.

Take him away, Crabtree.

Wait, hold on.

Crabtree, I didn't kill nobody!

- I know.
- This makes no sense.

We gotta go back out there,
there's something.

(Blows)

There. That should help.

Thank you, William.

Oh!

Oh!

Julia?

(Sighs)

Ooh, they're coming faster,
William.

Right, we need to get you
out of here.

(Exhales deeply)

There's still a horse with
the carriage,

I could unhitch it and ride
to the nearest...

(exclaims in protest)

What? No! You're not going
anywhere...

Ow!

Based on my analysis
of his stomach contents,

he died around 7,
Tuesday morning.

There's a laceration
from blunt force trauma

to the back of the head.

The blow broke a bone
in the base of the skull,

Which resulted in spinal fluid

and blood leaking from
his nasal cavity.

He looked like
he'd been in a fight.

Yes. Blackened eyes and
bloody nose

are a result of the spinal cord
being damaged from the blow.

- Good lord!
- And after he was struck,

he stopped breathing.

Starving his brain of oxygen.

He might have been dead before
he hit the ground.

Poor bugger.

I thought you believed
he died later, Tuesday night.

I did. However, he was found
in an alley on his back.

But when I went to establish
fixed lividity,

the blood had pooled on
the anterior side of his body.

So, he was struck,
fell forward,

died and the blood pooled
right here.

He was killed somewhere and
dumped in the alley.

Lividity doesn't lie.

So, Lead Belly was telling
the truth.

Because he was still donating
to charity

when the sun was coming up.

Well, sir, I don't think it
was a donation,

I think they were...

Oh, yes, of course!
(chuckles)

(Door closes)

Well, then, I suppose
the question is,

where was Horatio that morning?

I found someone to identify
Horatio

And you'll never guess
where he went and when.

Well, don't leave us
in suspense, watts.

The individual who delivers
papers every day

at the exact same time
on the same route

Remembers seeing Horatio
very much alive

around 5 am Tuesday morning.

Where was he headed?

Back to the salon.

Ah.

Looks like we need to have
a chat with miss bright.

Thank you, Mrs. Hart.

(Sighs)

Well, it's not
the imperial muskoka,

but it should do nicely.

Well, at least it's warm.

Oh...
(groans in pain)

Oh...

Does it... Hurt?

William, I've been shot
three times,

had rabies,
been buried alive.

This is much worse.

(Pants)

(Sighs)

Luckily, I'm with the smartest,
most capable man in the country.

I'm going to guide you
through the steps

to delivering our baby.

Are you sure that's wise?

Don't worry, William.

I'm a doctor, after all.

Oh!

(Groaning in pain)

(Panting)

(Soft music)

Sir!

Look at this.

I'll be damned.

It's a bloody rainbow.

This... Is where Horatio met
his maker.

It's definitely blood.

Inspector brackenreid!

Good morning, miss bright.

Thank you, miss Jacobs.

You can take a little break,
now.

(Chuckles)

What in heavens are you doing
here?

I'm afraid your musician
was killed right here.

That's preposterous.

RReally?

(Sniffs)

The smell of cordite coming off
this gun says otherwise.

- I've never even fired it.
- Look.

It's missing a bullet.

How do you explain that,
miss bright?

(Dramatic music)

It's a match.

We pulled this out of Horatio's
body.

And your explanation
isn't holding any water.

I've never even pointed
that gun at anyone.

Hmm.

Maybe Horatio turned up
at your salon,

having had a few too many.

He's still mad about the argument
that you had over money

And you're not too pleased
that he ran off

without fulfilling his contract.

Now, just maybe
he gets a little fresh,

'cause he's still quite sozzled.

But you...

Hit him over the head with
a liquor bottle.

And just for good measure,
you put a bullet in him as well.

Over money?

Over some missed performance?

No, inspector, I am telling you
the truth when I say

I did not see that man again

after exchanging words
Monday night.

You must believe me.

Unfortunately for you,
miss bright,

I believe in evidence.

There's blood in your salon,
the bullet matches your gun

and the timeline fits.

Miss bright.

I hate to do this,

but I'm arresting you for
the murder of Horatio colman.

- Constable!
- Wait...

- Take her to the cells.
- Wait!

We do have another suspect,

but to be on the safe side,

You should stay in Toronto
for now.

Oh, whee!

I don't know, Crabtree.

Before I came in your country,

I heard this place is called
"Toronto the good".

Ain't been no good for me
so far.

Well, the inspector
is exercising a great deal

of caution right now.
By the way...

I brought you this.

(laughs)

Oh, whee! Stella!

Oh, you're looking great.

Now that I've completed
a full post-mortem,

I have a clearer picture of
what happened to Horatio colman.

Well, carry on, Mrs. Hart.

In spite of the stab wound
to his chest,

there was no blood in his lungs.

And while he smelled strongly
of whiskey,

It appeared to have been poured
in his mouth,

But never swallowed.

And the ligatures around
the neck?

Applied after the blow.

If you look here,
the skin is rubbed raw,

But there's no blood present.

Because he was already dead.

For several hours or more,
I'd hazard.

This man was long dead before
he was shot,

Stabbed, choked or drowned
in liquor.

- (Fingers snap)
- As the song says.

So, whoever killed him

Hid the body until they
could dump him under

cover of darkness?

In the meantime,

They heard
"five ways to kill a man"

and used the four other ways

to redirect attention
to the singer.

Lead Belly was being set up.

Right.

Mrs. Hart.

(Intriguing music)

Miss bright.

Now, where were you between 8 pm
and midnight on Tuesday evening?

My salon.

I was at the show, we watched
Lead Belly perform at 10...

and then Ezra and I went back
to his place.

And you left the salon
directly after this show?

We stayed to close up.
See patrons off.

And we left at around midnight.

And you were together
all night?

His landlady can attest
to that.

Thank you, constable.
That'll be all.

(Soft music)

Ezra Steele confirms
her alibi.

They were together
the entire night at his place.

So, what now?

We're back to square one,
without any suspects.

Who else would have motive
to kill an out-of-town musician?

Well, process of elimination
means...

It has to be someone who was at
the salon early in the morning,

Had access to the gun

and heard the song.

Right, Crabtree.

We need to go back
to the scene of the crime.

(Groans)
Thank you.

(Intriguing music)

Problem's been solved.

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

What I'm worried about
is any unnecessary attention

from the Toronto constabulary
on my business.

I cleaned up a mess to save
your partner from the noose.

You don't stick your neck out
for anyone but me.

Yes, boss.

And please, don't act like
you did this for me.

There were plenty of
other women

you could have been fooling
around with in the city,

But you had to get sweet
on this one!

I made a mistake.

Push!
(yells in pain)

(Panting)

I don't want to do this,
William.

You are doing so well, Julia.

But please, keep breathing

and I just need one more push.

One more push.

(Panting)

(Crying in pain)

(Baby crying)

(Panting)

You did it!

(Soft music)

It's a little girl!

(laughs)

(Sighs)

(Baby fussing,
Julia crying softly)

What do I do now?

(Sobs)

(Door opens)

Goodness gracious!

(laughs)

Well, celebrate the moment!

Congratulations!

(Chuckles)

(Sighs)

Let's go home.

Let's say the attack
happened right here.

Horatio's struck from behind
and he falls here.

He's on the ground with blood
pooling all around.

Lead Belly stumbles in after
a late night at the cathouse.

The sun is coming up,
he sees the blood.

With the rainbow
reflected in it.

But he's still so drunk
that what he sees,

it doesn't really register.

All he wants to do
is pass out.

Which he does,
in the makeshift bed

Miss bright set up for him at
the back of the salon.

By the time he wakes up,
inspired,

he has no idea he's writing
about his friend's murder.

But how did he not see
the killer?

And who could have been
in the same space the whole time

Without being noticed?
(door opens)

(Gasps)

(Panting)

(Both): The lady
in the brown bottle.

Well, hello.

(Soft music)

The rhythm of the carriage
must be lulling her to sleep.

I'm surprised you aren't
asleep

After the night we've had.

Oh, I just can't stop
looking at her.

I can't believe she's here.

It's official for you.

You're the daddy to
a little girl.

May I... Hold her?

I just... I'd hate
to wake her.

- Oh.
- Alright.

Ooh...

Make sure you support
her head.

Oh, yes, yes.

- Oh!
- Wouldn't want to break her.

(laughs)

It's not possible.

(Soft music)

You could use this time
to read your book.

I know we didn't get all
of the time we thought we would.

You're right,
it's a good idea.

(Sighs)

There is so much I have
to tell you.

Fantastical tales,
unbelievable yarns.

Your mother is...

(softly snoring)

...Asleep.

Once again, your mother
has the right idea.

(Soft music)

You killed him and
framed his friend. Why?

He made me a sinner, sir.

He did?

He caused me, a good Christian
woman, to fall,

lose my grace
in the eyes of my god.

How does a travelling musician
Sully a woman

As virtuous as you?

I am made of flesh and blood,
sir.

And was weak in the face
of that intoxicating music he played.

I gave myself over to him early
Tuesday morning,

In spite of myself.

And that's why you killed him.

I killed him
because afterwards,

he threw two dollars at me like
I was a common Delilah.

I barely remember pulling
that bottle from my bag

and striking him.

I didn't mean to kill him,
but he was dead.

And that's when you hid
the body.

I dragged his body into
the closet.

I knew nobody would look there
until I figured out what to do.

That night, I heard the song.

The lord provides when you
need him.

When the police found
the body,

they could lock up another
sinner.

And you were fine with
watching an innocent man

hang for a crime that
you committed?

Innocent?
He's the devil's instrument,

singing about murder.

I would be doing the lord's work
removing him from this earth.

That's where you're wrong,
young lady.

It's only because you killed
his friend that he was inspired

To write that song.

And you, using his words
to commit further indignities

On the body
is what led us to you.

No.

I don't believe it.

Sinful ways Lead
to righteous punishment.

The lord works
in mysterious ways.

He will forgive me for what
I've done to protect my virtue.

I don't think you'll see god
where you're going.

(Dramatic music)

(Door opens, closes)

D kick of a mule,
Crabtree.

(Chuckles)

That's gonna be the last time
I see the inside of a jail.

Well, I tell you what.
With your talent,

all I see is a rising star.

You know what? I did get
a song or two out of it.

But I think I'm ready for a few
more happier experiences.

Indeed!
(laughs)

You know, I envy you
that you can write a song just like that.

It takes me forever to write
a book!

In any case, I hope we
do get to see each other

again, some day.

You know what? Come on down
with me to Louisiana.

You're an author.

If you can write a story,
you sure enough can write

a song.

How about I make
a trip down

And you can take me
to Mardi Gras?

I've always wanted to go.

Man! Fat Tuesday
can't come fast enough.

(laughing)

Take care of yourself,
Crabtree.

Safe travels, Lead Belly.

(Gently humming)

(Indistinct announcement)

You know, I spend most
of my waking life at work,

it's not often that my friends
get to experience

- That side of me.
- Hmm.

Thank you for last night,
Milo.

Your work is intriguing.

I have a newfound appreciation
for what you do, llewelyn watts.

Oh, I dare say,
you made my job... Fun?

(Chuckles)

Now, are you up for an evening
that doesn't include

A dead body tonight?

Well, as wonderful as
that sounds,

I am spending the evening
with Byron, remember?

Yes, of course.

Byron, how could I forget?

I'm here with you now.

What does it matter
who I spend the evening with?

The devil made me do it.

(Sighs)

(Soft music)

Her eyes, Julia.

I can't stop looking at
her little eyes.

Good, I thought that
was just me.

Oh!

Have you smelled her head?

(Chuckles)

I just... I can't put her down.

May I hold her now?

(Gasps)

Oh...

Hmm!

(Baby fussing)

(Chuckles)

What?

Julia ogden,
you are so beautiful.

Oh!
(laughs)

What I am is sleep-deprived.

I am also deliriously happy.

I can't believe this day
has come.

I may be biased,
but I think she's perfect.

Not biased at all.

I've never seen
a more perfect baby.

I know!

What should we name her?

I was thinking...

Muskoka!

Oh, William, no!

What, think of the interesting
story we could tell

to embarrass her
at dinner parties.

(laughs)

I was thinking...

Susannah would be lovely.

(Soft music)

Oh, I can't think of a better way
to honour my sister, Julia.

That is...

Oh...

Thank you.

(Sighs)

Welcome to the world,
susannah Murdoch.

(Intriguing music)

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