Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - Buffalo Shuffle - full transcript

Keep the change, kid.

- Good morning, Inspector.
- It is indeed, Higgins!

Our special camera has made
the front pages again.

"Station House Number Four is the pride
of Toronto this morning.

"Detective William Murdoch,
the inventive and, blah, blah, blah,

"has deployed a device
he calls 'the scrutiny camera'

- "to catch a jewel thief in the act. "
- Sir?

"'The remarkable camera can take
photographs at night without a flash',

"said Station House Number Four's
Inspector Thomas Brackenred... "

Brackenred!

Get me that reporter Paddy Glynn
on the phone.



I want my name spelled correctly
by the afternoon edition.

I will do, sir,
but right at this moment...

Someone broke in last night, sir.
They ransacked the place.

- I can see that. Was anything taken?
- Not as far as we can tell.

The armoury?

All the guns and ammunition
have been accounted for.

- Murdoch?
- Sir, he's not in yet.

It's nearly half past eight.
Where is he?

Oh, my...

Good of you to join us, Murdoch.

Please forgive my tardiness, sir,
I had to collect a telegram.

As you can see, we've had
an incident that might interest you.

Clearly, this was the point of entry.

It's still damp.



Our intruder must have been caught
in the downpour.

We had heavy rains around 2:35 a.m.

I happened to be awake.

So he breaks into a station house,

rats around causing mayhem
and doesn't take anything.

- Nothing was taken?
- It doesn't seem, sir.

Well, then, sir, perhaps it was simply
hooligans on a lark.

Nothing more than that.

Nothing more than that?
No request for finger marks

or tracing of footprints
and so on, and so forth, et cetera?

Well, yes, of course, sir,
but George can take care of that.

And might we get you your breakfast?
Maybe a scone?

Inspector, please forgive me,

but I need to take the next few days off
to tend to a private matter.

- You, booking off?
- Are you ill, sir?

No, George, I'm fine,
but I am needed elsewhere.

In fact,
I should head to the train straightaway.

- Well, be back by Monday.
- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Sir, you know, he mentioned a train? He
has a sister in a convent in Montreal.

Perhaps he's going to visit her.

- His sister's a nun?
- Yes, sir.

I do hope she's all right.

Just get this mess cleaned up, Crabtree.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Right this way, sir.

Julia, what on earth?

Your telegram alluded to something
urgent, but what has you so cautious?

No one can know I've asked you here,
especially if my fears are borne out.

What fears? Are you in danger?

William, I believe there's a killer
on the loose in this hospital.

Two days ago one of our cancer patients
died, a 12 year old named Ben Digiorno.

The hospital listed cause of death
as complications of leukaemia.

But you suspect otherwise?

His condition was steadily improving,
then one morning he was dead.

It made no sense.

- Was there a post-mortem?
- No.

And I couldn't very well demand one
without revealing my suspicions.

The frustrating thing is Ben's body
is still in the hospital morgue

and I have no basis
on which to examine it.

And no one else voiced surprise
over Ben's death?

No, and that was unusual.

What's more, when I expressed
my concerns to Dr Falwell,

he insisted
the cause of death was leukaemia

and that was the end of it.
Quite out of character.

Dr Falwell?

He's the head of medicine
and the man who hired me.

Ah-ha!

You see, the hospital's in the midst
of a massive fundraising campaign

run by the wife of Dr Lawrence Abbot.

He's the hospital founder
and administrator.

And any whiff of impropriety
during a fundraising drive...

- Much less murder.
- Hmm.

So why not simply go
to the Buffalo police?

The Abbots have influence and I only
have suspicions and no hard evidence.

Perhaps it was simply leukaemia
that killed Ben?

I don't think it was.

I guess I'm just asking you to trust me.

And I do, Julia. After all, I am here.

But there is also
the issue of my jurisdiction.

Yes, that's why I'll introduce you
as a wealthy patron from Toronto,

interested in donating money
to the hospital.

- Wealthy? But I...
- You look fine.

William, I need your help.

Then how can I say no?

I'm to join a patrons' tour
in 15 minutes.

Dr Falwell and the Abbots
will be there and so will you.

Very good.

Julia, I meant to say
how good it is to see you.

Oh, and I you. I mean, yes, William,
it's so wonderful to see you.

You've been well?

- Yes.
- Myself as well.

- And Buffalo is even...
- You're enjoying Buffalo?

Oh... Am I enjoying it?

Yes, even better than expected, yes.

- Working with the living instead of...
- Well, yes, instead of...

Well, I'm truly delighted for you.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Inspector?

Bugger polished off my best whisky.

A man saves up for that.
He makes certain sacrifices.

My sympathies indeed, sir.
That reporter Paddy Glynn is here.

He wanted to interview Detective Murdoch
about the scrutiny camera.

Marvellous, with our house in pieces.

- Send him in.
- Will do.

Actually, sir, here he is now.

Thank you, Constable Crabtree.

Inspector, I see
there was some mischief last night?

It's Brackenreid, Glynn, not Brackenred.

Oh, that's the typesetters, Inspector.
Dunces, all.

- Now, where's Detective Murdoch?
- On a case, can't be reached.

Oh, dash it, now I have nothing
for the morning edition.

Except, perhaps, this break-in.

You'll not be writing about that, son.

Why not?
Your station house is a crime scene.

That's ironic. The public will love it.

Crime and underwear reporters like you

depend upon the likes of me
for inside information.

You wouldn't want that to dry up now,
would you?

May I remind you of the power
of the press, Inspector?

How's this for a headline?

"Bungling Brackenreid
Baffled by Break-in. "

You're living dangerously, Glynn.

Here's what I'll do for you.

I'll hold off on Bungling Brackenreid
for now.

Solve this break-in
and I'll make you out the hero instead.

"Intrepid Inspector Ensnares
Irritating Intruder. "

And what do you get?

The exclusive scoop on any big cases
that come into the station.

- Deal.
- Excellent.

And if you get broken into again,
please give me a suspect.

It's been a pleasure, Inspector.

Crabtree!

Sir?

I've got a little project for you.

If you'll keep following me,
ladies and gentlemen,

we'll get back to the ward
a little later

so you can meet
more of our little angels.

Why, Dr Ogden, there you are at last.

Head of paediatric surgery,
everyone, Dr Julia Ogden.

May I introduce Mr Willard Prenfrew?

An Ogden family friend from Toronto.

Mr Prenfrew is a generous contributor
to medical sciences.

Willard, this is our head of medicine,
Dr Martin Falwell.

Our chief administrator,
Dr Lawrence Abbot

and his wife Laeticia,
the head of our hospital foundation.

So glad you could make it, Mr Prenfrew.

It's a pleasure to meet you all.

A warm welcome to you on behalf
of the Children's Hospital of Buffalo.

Well, shall we continue... Oh!

Everyone, this is Dr Darcy Garland,

one of our dedicated
and caring physicians

who's treating little...

- Victoria.
- Oh.

And what a beautiful little lady she is,
aren't you, dear?

Dr Garland, what is Victoria's
particular affliction?

She has an idiopathic inflammation
of the pericardium.

An ailment of the heart.

Mmm. And how are you treating her?

She's been cut to six ounces
between the left scapular and the spine.

Grain of Calomel and Dover's powder
are administered every four hours.

Wonderful. So she's getting better?

She's under observation.

Splendid, Dr Garland.

Come, Victoria,
why don't we get something to eat?

Well, you are in for a treat.

I know you're very excited
to see the invalid ward.

Willard Prenfrew?

I don't know, William, I needed a name.

Now, I must rejoin the tour.

Yes. Where was Ben's area, then?

The ward is just through those doors.
Ben had the second bed on the right.

- And if anyone asks after me?
- I'll make something up.

What are you doing?

And you are?

That was Ben's bed.

You shouldn't be poking around it.

- Did you know Ben?
- For a little while.

That's as long as you know anybody here.

I didn't like him.

Why is that?

ome people
you just don't like on sight.

There you are.

I hope my absence
didn't raise any eyebrows.

- I think it's fine. What's this?
- It's Ben's notepad.

It's curious. There's a skip in the
pages here which denotes a missing page.

- Hmm.
- Uh?

- Oh, looks like an M and here a Y.
- Possibly.

- Do you have a pencil sharpener?
- Of course.

I hope you don't mind.

Looks like "zoo".

And there a G, D, N...

- "Ogden. "
- I hope not.

Golden? "My golden zoo?"

It's gibberish.

I do love a puzzle.

Alas, I fear this puzzle
may be of no consequence.

I had somewhat of a run-in
with one of Ben's ward-mates.

Oh, that must be Ezra, the ward bully.

He seemed a sullen lad.

His hostility toward Ben gave me pause.

Not all of the children here
come to accept their condition.

Like Ezra, they're angry
and it never leaves them.

You mentioned
Ben's condition was improving.

Is it possible
Ezra resented him for this?

Enough to kill him?

Julia, I fear that without a post-mortem

to establish
the reason for Ben's death...

Dr Falwell would never allow it,
nor would Dr Abbot,

especially if one of them is involved.

Perhaps, in this case,
it would be better

to ask for forgiveness later
than permission now.

I'm telling you, I have ever seen
Detective Murdoch so out of sorts.

That's understandable
with his sister taking ill.

Well, it's not just that.
It's been going on for months now.

He's impatient, short-tempered,
butting heads with Dr Francis.

I think he's suffering
some sort of general malaise.

- Malaise?
- Yes.

It's Italian for "gloomy", I believe.

I think he's lovesick for Dr Ogden,
George. It's plain and simple.

I think we're all done here, George.

All right, let's test it.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

I don't like being watched, I suppose.

That's the whole idea, George.

I mean, one day the entire city

could be under the scrutiny
of cameras like this,

watching our every move
and keeping us safe.

Crime will be a thing of the past.

Well, I wouldn't want to
be a copper in the future then!

You'd have nothing to do except drink
tea and exude intestinal vapours.

There's evidence of Mees' lines
on his fingernails,

signs of corneal necrosis,

neither of which
are symptoms of leukaemia.

Interesting.

The liver's enlarged.
The spleen as well.

Leukaemia could account for that.

But I'll need blood cells for testing
and I'll need to open him up, William.

Stop what you're doing this instant!

- Dr Falwell!
- I demand an explanation, Dr Ogden.

As I told you, I believe Ben Digiorno
died under suspicious circumstances.

What is Mr Prenfrew doing here?

I'm Detective William Murdoch
of the Toronto Constabulary.

Toronto? You have no jurisdiction
here and there has been no crime.

The cancer killed Ben, Doctor.

What you are doing here is completely
unwarranted and beyond insubordination.

- I realise that...
- No, I don't think you do.

This seriously jeopardises your position
at this hospital.

Dr Falwell, I have worked with Dr Ogden
extensively in Toronto

and learned to take her speculation
as seriously as any fact.

I urge you
to appreciate the consequences

should I discover Ben Digiorno's death
was, in fact, murder.

The consequences? To me?

Interfering in a murder investigation is
obstruction of justice in any country.

This is not obstruction of justice.
There was no foul play here.

I want both of you out of here now.

And, Dr Ogden, I will deal with you
in the morning.

Unless I miss my guess, lads,
we had a visitor last night.

All right!

- Well done, sir.
- Hey!

Although there is a conspicuous lack
of ransacking.

He was here, Crabtree.
I don't care how he got in.

Let's get that photograph developed
and see what we've got.

Do you know what I'm looking at,
William?

Not offhand, no.

My career in Buffalo
coming to a screeching halt

if these samples are normal.

Interesting.
High levels of heroin and arsenic.

The heroin's expected,
it's a painkiller,

but the arsenic shouldn't be there.

Young Ben was poisoned then?

Arsenic poisoning would account for the
Mees' lines and the corneal necrosis.

Murder.

I wonder
how Dr Falwell will react to that.

Ah, good. I'll see you
in my office immediately, Dr Ogden.

I secured blood samples
from Ben Digiorno's body.

You what? I thought I told you...

There were high levels
of arsenic in his system.

The boy was poisoned, sir.

Yes, he was. By me.

I administered arsenic trioxide to Ben.

It's a radical new technique

using chemical therapy
to fight cancerous cells.

I didn't realise that chemical therapy
used arsenic.

That's because it's new.

Dr Park at the University of Buffalo

found that arsenic lowers
the white blood cell count.

I reasoned
it might battle Ben's leukaemia.

At the risk of killing the boy?

With any advanced cancer,
risk is a relative term.

Ben was at a late stage, the treatments
were showing positive results.

I still don't understand
why he went so suddenly.

Did you even consider

that the arsenic-heroin interaction
could be fatal?

Of course. That's why I kept
the heroin to such a low dosage.

A low dosage?

We found high concentrations
in his blood.

What? That can't be.

Let me see those samples.

Higgins, spread out.

Gentlemen, we are about to launch
a new era in crime-fighting techniques.

Well, sir, technically,

Detective Murdoch
has already launched the...

Right then.

Oh, my socks!

A mouse? A bloody mouse?

Hang on, sir, hang on.

There's somebody there.

That's our man.

Now what's so interesting about
Murdoch's filing cabinet, sunshine?

- May I help you, ma'am?
- No.

I'm the mother,
come to fetch my boy's clothes,

but they've gone and thrown them out,
they said.

Perfect good condition!

Mrs Digiorno,
may I offer my condolences?

Save it, I've got eight others.

And they'll be needing
something to wear too.

Ben, he was one of the better ones.

Last thing he said to me was,
"Our money troubles will soon be over. "

One less mouth to feed.

Ben's stuffed toy, a little bunny
rabbit, where's that got to?

- One of the others could have used it.
- I'll keep an eye out for it.

Sure you will.

Dr Falwell and I are certain, William,

- Ben was overdosed with heroin.
- Oh?

Dr Falwell is in shock.
I'm sure he had nothing to do with this.

Hmm.

Who could have administered
the fatal dose then?

We checked Ben's charts.

Nurse Rowan would have given
Ben most of his shots

but it seems she hasn't reported
to work for a few days.

Oh?

We'll need an address then.

Miss Rowan?

Hello?

Did you know her well?

Only what one gleans
from a working relationship.

Yes.

I haven't really had time
to get to know anyone here,

outside of the hospital.

- I'm sure that will change.
- Yes.

William, I've been...

Turn around slowly
and put your hands up in the air.

- Detective Murdoch?
- Detective Callahan?

What the hell are you doing in Buffalo,
Murdoch?

I came to find Miss Effie Rowan.
She's a nurse at the hospital.

Yes, she washed ashore
at Cayuga Creek this morning.

I came here looking for a suicide note
and I find you instead.

You and...

Dr Julia Ogden
of the Children's Hospital of Buffalo,

Detective Patrick Callahan
of the Buffalo Police.

- Hi.
- Yes, hi.

The truth is, we were hoping Miss Rowan

could shed some light
on a suspicious death at the hospital.

A suspicious death?
Let's start from the beginning.

Higgins!

- This folder has been misfiled.
- So?

So Detective Murdoch keeps
absolutely perfect filing... fidelity.

That's the jewellery store
robbery case, George.

Higgins, I believe our intruder
was after this folder.

And why wasn't it taken?

The jewellery store case is over and
done with. The thief's in jail.

So why was our visitor interested
in the file but not enough to pinch it?

Sir, I helped Detective Murdoch
with this file.

I'm quite sure nothing was taken.

I do agree with you, though.

It seems odd to break into
a police station just to read the thing.

Sir!

What's wrong with this picture?

So the Digiorno boy dies
of a heroin overdose

and the nurse that might have done it
is also dead.

- You have my attention.
- But you suspect suicide?

Well, I'm not so sure any more.

Either way, we'll need a post-mortem
on Nurse Rowan right away.

- You'll need?
- By "we", I mean you and I.

You're not here officially, Murdoch.

A lot of noses can get bent about that
and I'm not big on desk duty.

But you did help me with the
Baby Emerson abduction in Toronto

so I owe you one,
just as long as I get the collar.

The collar?

Yes, of course.

The coroner has scheduled the
post-mortem on Miss Rowan for 2:00 p.m.

I'll let him know
that you'll be there, Doctor.

Then I'd best be on my way.

- Right.
- Gentlemen.

Used to be a pathologist, huh?

Oh, yes, indispensable to my work.

Uh-huh.

- Well, let's turn this joint over.
- Yes.

What am I supposed
to be seeing here, Crabtree?

This is the original photograph
but the background is not as clear

as it is in the newspaper reprint,

- which makes no sense, as you know, sir.
- Right.

A reprint of a photograph can't be
clearer than the photograph itself.

Why can't you see this man's face
in the original?

Sir, I think this original
has been altered.

Bloody hell. Are you telling me
this is not the original original?

Yes, sir. And I fear the negative
has been altered as well.

Our intruder stole
the original photograph

and the negative when he broke
in the first time,

and then replaced them
with altered versions the second time,

when Murdoch's scrutiny camera
caught him in the act.

I think so, sir. I just... I...
I can't imagine why.

It's a fair bet the passer-by
in the photo

and the intruder are one and the same.

And no one goes to these lengths
unless they're guilty of something.

It's The Tell-Tale Heart, sir.

- The what?
- The Edgar Allan Poe story.

A killer buries his victim's heart
beneath the floorboards

but then he begins to hear it beating

and it grows louder and louder
and louder and then...

Well, then I stopped reading,
I was terrified.

But, sir,
I think this is very much like that.

- Our intruder has a guilty conscience?
- Yes. Exactly.

You might have just said that.

Oh well, sir, you know,
I get carried away sometimes.

I do like
this guilty conscience bit, though.

I'm going to work that
into my murder mystery.

Put that away.

I want a list of all the crimes
committed in the vicinity

of the jewellery store robbery

that occurred around the same time.
Anything at all.

Sir.

Let's hope that Nurse Rowan's locker
is more enlightening than her apartment.

This doesn't look good.

- That's the Abbots and Dr Falwell.
- Detectives.

Tell me it's not true.

An investigation has been launched
into Nurse Rowan's death

and the Digiorno boy's?

It is, as a matter of fact.

And we think the two cases are related.

Are you suggesting one of our staff
might be culpable?

- We made no such suggestion.
- But you just did.

How dare you
talk to my husband like that?

My wife is in the midst
of a crucial fundraising drive.

We can't have these incidents
all over the papers.

- Yes, that would be a shame.
- Detective Callahan,

any injury to this hospital's reputation
will be swiftly answered by my lawyers.

And you, Detective Murdoch,
deceit from the beginning.

And from a Canadian.

I shouldn't have told them.
I'll see if I can calm them down.

Detectives, Nurse Rowan is dead?

I'm afraid so, Dr Garland.

Did you know
Nurse Rowan well, Dr Garland?

Me? I've often worked with her.
She was a conscientious, caring nurse.

Had her behaviour
changed at all recently?

She seemed more quiet of late, troubled,
you might say, but I didn't pry.

Detective Callahan,
what are all these questions?

Just being thorough.

And why is a Canadian policeman
involved in the affair?

I'm here at Dr Ogden's request.

Oh, you're an acquaintance of hers?

Well, I have work.
I'll leave you both to it.

Such a terrible business.

What is your read
on that Garland fellow?

Hard to tell, he seemed very careful.

A letter from Nurse Rowan
to persons unknown.

"My darling, I am enfeebled
with no hope of cure.

"Please tell me what to do to bring you
back to me, to hold you to... "

I'm not saying that.

- It's a perfectly acceptable word.
- I have my principles.

Very well.

"To hold you to my bosom once more

"near our China roses. "

William?

Ah, Doctor, have you news
from the post-mortem?

Indeed, Nurse Rowan didn't drown.

The coroner found that she died
of an injected overdose of heroin.

A needle went through her uniform
into her mid-back.

An unlikely place to inject oneself?

Precisely. She was murdered.

Possibly by a man
eager to shed himself of her.

With easy access to a supply of heroin,
like the doctors in this joint.

I think we can assume whoever killed
Nurse Rowan also killed Ben Digiorno.

Nurse Rowan had her suspicions

when the boy died
and she confronted the killer.

Except that Miss Rowan was killed
before Ben died.

- Before?
- Two days before.

The post-mortem confirms it.

- She mentions China roses.
- So?

We found rose thorns
embedded in Miss Rowan's skin.

If I'm not mistaken, there are
China roses in the hospital garden.

Sir, I spoke with Detective Slorek
at Station Five.

- He says on the morning of April 23...
- St George's Day.

Congratulations.

Also the day of the last
jewellery store robbery,

he investigated the murder of
a young girl on Shooter Street.

Three blocks down
from the jewellery store.

All the suspects
that Slorek spoke to had alibis,

including the prime suspect,
a neighbour of the victim,

one John McLeod.

He claims he was in Hamilton
at the time.

- What's his story?
- He was a photographer.

Why are you showing me this, Crabtree?

Sir, have a close look
at the young girl's eyes and hands.

- Oh, sweet Jesus, she's dead!
- It's a living dead photograph, sir.

After a death in the family,

the dearly departed is dressed
and posed for a photo.

But, sir,
the eyes are added in after the fact,

during the printing
and developing process.

The same kind of trickery

that was used to alter
the original scrutiny camera photo.

If anybody could have
altered that negative,

it's this chap John McLeod.

Good work, Crabtree.
Bring the ghoul in.

Sir, will do.

So it's likely
Nurse Rowan and her paramour

had their trysts here
under the cover of darkness.

- If so, someone may have seen them.
- China roses, no question.

Well, Murdoch...

Look here, Detective.

- Some tracks.
- A wheelchair, perhaps?

Yes.

Look here. A piece of cotton.

Nurse Rowan's uniform
was torn in places.

The coroner and I assumed it had snagged
on some rocks under the water.

I'll take this to the coroner
and see if it matches the uniform.

If it does, this may be
where Nurse Rowan was killed.

Ezra?

Were you watching us from the window?

I was having trouble breathing.

It helps to stand.

Would you like Dr Ogden
to give you something?

No.

I'm feeling better.

Ben Digiorno's stuffed rabbit.

This must be
what his mother was looking for.

Ezra...

Why do you have Ben's toy?

It was no good to him after he was dead.

Was the toy torn like this
when you found it, Ezra?

Yes.

- All ready, sir?
- Almost.

Sir, I've been thinking, McLeod
may have paid off his alibi witness

to say that he was in Hamilton
when he was actually here in Toronto.

Of course he paid him.
Wouldn't you to avoid the hangman?

McLeod is the passer-by
in the jewellery store picture,

fleeing the scene of the murder.

He's also the man in Murdoch's office
on the scrutiny camera photo.

It's not for dead certain,
but we both know it's true.

- Hmm.
- Right then, let me take a crack at him.

Sir, I was wondering, might I?

- You? All respect, Crabtree, but...
- Sir, I have an idea.

I think I can get McLeod
to confess to killing that girl.

- Is that a fact?
- Yes, sir.

There's just a few things I need
to prepare before I speak with him.

- I'll be in my office.
- Thank you, sir.

Well, you're just as proficient
at the photography

as Detective Murdoch, George.
Maybe even more so.

Firstly, Higgins, it's not "the"
photography, it's just photography.

Secondly...

You're not wrong.

Right, we know that Nurse Rowan
was murdered first,

injected with a lethal dose of heroin,
likely in the hospital garden.

Correct.

And there's a significant probability

that the killer is the lover
that jilted her.

Most likely a doctor on staff.

And having murdered Nurse Rowan,
the killer needed a means

to remove her body from the garden

without raising suspicions
should they be seen.

- Hence the wheelchair.
- Yes.

What if he was seen?

There's a direct line of sight
from the ward to the garden below.

I believe Ben saw the murder

and the killer saw him
and knew on the spot

that he would have to silence the boy.

Except that he waited two days
before killing Ben.

In that time, Ben could have
told anyone what he'd witnessed.

Excellent observation, Julia.

Why wait indeed?
It's possible we are wrong.

It's possible I'm wrong

and Nurse Rowan's killer
didn't see Ben in the window after all.

But then how did the killer know that
Ben had seen him murder Nurse Rowan?

Last thing he said to me was,
"Our money troubles will soon be over. "

Ben told his mother that
their money troubles would soon be over.

She assumed that it meant
one less mouth to feed,

but there's more than one way
to solve money troubles.

Blackmail?

But, William, Ben was 12 years old.

A starving family is ample motivation
for a resourceful young boy.

And blackmail is ample motive
for Ben's killer.

Well, as Inspector Brackenreid would
say, that's all well and good, Murdoch,

but where's the evidence?

Ben's notebook.

It's possible that what
you thought was the word 'zoo',

was, in fact 200, as in dollars.

The amount he was demanding?

And'm' and 'y' are the first
and last letters of...

Money.

And 'g', 'd', and 'n'

- are not Ogden, but...
- Garden.

But Ben was not well enough
to go outside.

That's true, but it all points
to blackmail, nonetheless.

So if Ben collected the money
before he was killed...

Where did he keep it?

Ezra? Wake up.

Go away.

You're not in any trouble. Now, sit up.

Ezra, did Ben stuff anything
into this toy?

No.

Ezra, we know you're lying.
Where's the money that was in here?

I don't know what you mean.

There appears to be
200 dollars here, Ezra.

All right.
I saw Ben stuff the money in the toy.

- When? Who gave it to him?
- I don't know.

But the day before he died,
he went down to the end of the hallway.

I had to go to some treatment
and, when I came back,

I saw Ben stuff the money in the toy.

That's all I know, I swear.

There's soil on it.

Look, I didn't steal from him.

I wouldn't.

But he was dead.

I thought, when I'm cured,
I'll need money.

Julia,

this is a gardenia plant.

Yes?

The note,
it wasn't referring to the garden,

where Nurse Rowan was killed,

but the gardenia plant where the
blackmail money was to be left.

Only the killer knows this and, now, us.

This gives us the opportunity
to convince the killer

that his blackmailer is still alive.

Perhaps a cryptic note
left on the ward notice board.

I don't follow.

A note, one which only the killer
would understand.

One that convinces him
that he murdered the wrong boy.

One that demands another payment.

To be left in the usual place.

It might be enough
to force our killer's hand.

So, McLeod,

how long do you think it will be

before we get the truth
out of your friend in Hamilton?

The one who lied for you
about your whereabouts, April 23rd?

He's not lying
and I will not confess to a murder

that I couldn't possibly have committed.

Higgins,
you can't just come barging in here.

Can't you see that I'm in the middle
of an interview, man?

I'm sorry, Constable Crabtree,

I thought you'd like to know
that you were right.

There was a safety negative
in Inspector Brackenreid's office.

And are you sure
it's of the jewellery store robbery?

I made a print of it myself, sir.

It's the original all right.

Well, well, well, McLeod.

What do you have to say
for yourself now?

Just as I thought.

That was odd.

I've never seen Mrs Abbot go into
the ward, other than on her tours.

Step away from Ezra's bed, Mrs Abbot.

Yes, he'll be needing it to sleep in
when he gets back.

Why did you think it was Ezra?

- Because he was a malicious child.
- But you killed Ben first.

I watched him take the blackmail money
but, when I saw the second note,

I realised that Ben must have been
doing Ezra's bidding.

You were right
the first time, Mrs Abbot.

Ben Digiorno was your blackmailer.

You can rest assured
you killed the right boy.

But what could Nurse Rowan
have possibly done to you?

Why kill her?

Because Nurse Rowan
and Dr Abbot were lovers.

Please,

don't speak of it.

Your husband was her secret lover,

and when he tried to break it off with
her, she wouldn't go quietly, would she?

That awful whore.

The hospital foundation is my life.

When I found out about them,

I demanded Lawrence stop endangering
everything that I'd worked for.

His vulgar secret was bound to get out.

He did as I asked. But she...

She had to be stopped.

So you lured her to their
secret rendezvous spot with a note,

supposedly from your husband,
asking for a reunion,

where you injected her with enough
heroin to kill her instantly.

But you didn't know that Ben
had seen it all until afterwards,

when his blackmail note
found its way to you.

You knew what you had to do next.

I had no choice.

Mrs Abbot, you killed Nurse Rowan
and a young boy,

to preserve your standing
in the community. I...

I cannot find the words.

And so I instructed my lads
to alter the film negative

so they could convince McLeod
he'd been caught out.

I beat him at his own game,
I did.

Very clever, Inspector.
You're the hero.

You said your readers love irony, Paddy.
Well, they're going to love this one.

"Photographer hoisted on his own petard
caused by photographic sleight of hand. "

And he would have got away with it
if he'd left well enough alone.

And you can quote me on that, Patrick.

Make sure you spell the name right.

Of course, if this sleight of hand
ever catches on with the public,

how will you boys ever trust
photographic evidence again?

Still, all kudos to you, Inspector.

Glynn.

Glynn, come back.

I've just recalled
a few important details.

- Crabtree, get in here.
- Yes, sir.

Are you sure you wouldn't consider

a posting
with the Buffalo force, Detective?

I can guarantee you
that we have more crime here.

I'll take your offer
as a compliment, sir.

It was. If you need anything,
you let me know.

I will. Thank you, Detective Callahan.

I wouldn't let her go either,
if I were you.

My offer stands.

- So I guess this is goodbye.
- Yes.

- I've enjoyed our time together.
- As have I.

It's like old times.

It's done my heart
good to see you again, William.

But I feel that we haven't
had nearly enough time together

- to just be ourselves.
- I agree.

- Julia, I...
- William!

What are you doing?

- Nothing. I...
- Oh, William...

I can't possibly renew
our relationship together.

What's to stop us?

I'm engaged to be married.

Oh, I see.

Why didn't you tell me?

There was never a good time.

There still isn't.

May I ask to whom?

Well, yes. You've met him.

It's Dr Darcy Garland.

Where are my manners?

Congratulations to you, Julia,
and to Dr Garland as well.

Thank you, William.