Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 6, Episode 5 - Murdoch Au Naturel - full transcript

After two boys find a human skeleton in the the Don Valley woods, Detective Murdoch finds himself investigating the nearby residents of a naturist colony run by Helmut Lindemann and his wife Irene. From what they've been able to retrieve Dr. Grace determines that the skeleton is that of a male, approximately 40 years old, who was shot through the heart. Murdoch wants to find the bullet and uses his induction balancing machine - a metal detector - for the task. When they find a prosthetic arm near the river, Dr. Grace is reasonably certain it belonged to the victim. Dr, Rico, a prosthetics maker identifies it as belonging to an American gentleman, Zacharia Marsh. They learn that Marsh was a famous Pinkerton man who years ago took down the infamous Rooster gang. They decide to send Crabtree under cover, so to speak, at the nudist colony to see what he can learn. At the station meanwhile, Inspector Brackenreid is doing all he can to avoid Jean Hamilton, the protector of Toronto's morals, who wants the police to do something about a Paris revue that is coming to the city.

- Come on. It's over here.
- This way?

- All right.
- Let's go!

The spot is just up there.

Are you sure we'll be able to see?



What happened?


- Dr. Grace.
- Good morning, Detective.

- Lovely spot for it, at least.
- I understand the boys found

- a human skull?
- Indeed they did.

- Oh.
- The rest of the bones are

scattered around the area.

I should think animals
are the likely culprits,

but until I clean and piece
the skeleton back together

- I can't say for sure.
- Any preliminary thoughts?

Given that the body was
unburied, and considering

the warm, damp spring we've
had, this man could have died

anywhere from a few
weeks to a few months ago.

This man? You've determined
gender from the skull?

Not quite.

Not very feminine.

- I see. Thank you, Doctor.
- Mm-hmm.


What were you doing in these woods?

- Nothing.
- We were just playing.

Gentlemen, I'm a detective
with the Toronto Constabulary.

It's your duty to tell me the truth.

- It was his idea.
- Tattletale!

What was his idea?

It's just, I never seen
a girl like that before,

except my sister, but that doesn't count.

A girl like what?

Over there.

You there. Yeah.

Another Peeping Tom, are you?

Sir. I must insist you
put on some clothing.

- And I must insist that you leave.
- Detective Murdoch,

Toronto Constabulary.

You are trespassing on my private lands.

I am the one who can eject you
for your judgmental morality.

Fine. Does your property
extend beyond that ridge?

- Yeah. All the way to the main road.
- Well, then, I regret to inform you

that a human skeleton has
been found on your land.

It will have nothing to do with us.

That is a very definitive response.

I purchased this land from the city,

March of this year.
Obviously I would have noticed

had there been a dead body
decomposing since this time.

Now, if you will be leaving.

Your comprehensive attire is
making our residents uncomfortable.

Your residents?

This is a sanctum for
those who wish to practice

the Nacktkultur philosophy.

Here we have managed to
achieve the ultimate goal:

a self-contained community
where people can live together

- in their natural form.
- But... why?

It is so obvious, it's astounding that
humankind has ever lived in any other way.

Clothing is, by its very nature,

unhygienic, un-aesthetic,
and of course undemocratic.

That's a very grand statement.

All life on earth comes from the sun,

but we cut ourselves off
from this with these layers

- of clothing.
- Hello.

Come join me for a swim in the
river. You'll never want to leave.

This man is a detective, Hanna.

He is not here to be enlightened.

Oh. Such a shame.

Does your philosophy condone open
relationships between the sexes?

Not in the way that you think.

Men and women live together in
understanding and acceptance.

The body is not forbidden
when it is unclothed.

In our natural state,
all perversions dissipate.

- It is utopia.
- Helmut.

You didn't tell me we had a
new member. My apologies, sir,

- for not meeting you sooner.
- Detective

Murdoch. Meine Frau,
Irene. She will see you out.

- Of course. I'll just need to put
something on first. - Of course.

We must make concessions when
dealing with the outside world.


Callisthenics in 10 minutes.

- Not today.
- If he doesn't start

participating, I will have no choice
but to ask him to leave. Helmut,

we decided to allow people
to adapt at their own pace.

That was part of the problem
in Germany, wasn't it?

- Enforced ideals?
- Yeah, yeah.

Detective, we are a peaceful people
with no interest in harming anyone.

We simply want to be left alone.

Guten Morgen.

A skeleton on our property?

How horrible.

Your husband didn't seem
particularly concerned.

Helmut is not one to show his emotions,

and, as you can imagine, he is
somewhat suspicious of outsiders.

How many people live here?

At present we're about 20,
but we've had many come and go.

- Has anyone ever gone missing?
- Not to my knowledge.

But we don't monitor our
members. We're a free society.

I'd like to see your records.

We're not a school or a
hotel; we don't keep records.

Then I require a list of everyone
who has ever stayed here before.

You surely can't believe one of us
is responsible for that poor soul.

Read this.

It should quell any further
suspicions you may have.

George, the Paris Revue
is coming here to Toronto.

I don't speak French, Henry.

Look at this.

They lift their skirts, George.

Above their knees.

Bare legs?

How many women, exactly?

I'll get us the tickets.
Do you have some money?

Henry, I mustn't.

I have a lady friend.

I need to protect my
reputation as a gentleman.

- Crabtree.
- Sir.

- I'm out of scotch...
- Already, sir?

She is a demanding mistress,
son. Oh, bloody hell!

I am here to see

Thomas S. Brackenreid,
and I demand an audience.

Can I help you, miss?

Jean Hamilton.

I must speak with the
inspector on an urgent matter.

But he is conveniently not in.


Perhaps I can be of assistance.

I shall only deal with the inspector.

Close call.

Sir, why not simply tell Miss Hamilton

that you're otherwise occupied?

Well, then she would tell Margaret,
and that bench would become my bed.

You'll get it when you're married,
Murdoch. So, what's this I hear

about a bunch of people running
around with no clothes on?

Ah, yes.

- You saw them, did you?
- Yes.

In the flesh?


So, what do we know about the dead man?

Not much, I'm afraid. We
were unable to determine

who he was or how he
died with any precision.

- Some money.
- So not a robbery.

Newspaper articles.

Am I interrupting?

- Julia!
- Ah, Dr. Ogden.

Enlighten me. Why would
any sane person want

to strip down and run around
while completely sober?

Are you referring

to the naturist colony
in the Don Valley woods?

- You know of it?
- One of their members,

- Hanna Rice, was a patient of mine.
- Ah. That explains it.

Of my former medical practice.

She made it sound quite compelling.

I admit a certain curiosity
to try it for myself.

- Julia.
- Is that their manifesto?

"In nudity there is
equality among the classes."

Well, they're a naïve bunch.

Naturism is based on the philosophies
of the German pundit Heinrich Pudor.

The idea is to connect
to nature in the hopes

of finding health and social equality.

Nudity, exercise,

and vegetarianism are the
main tenets, I believe.

"It's as important to remove foreign bodies

in the form of meat, alcohol,
and tobacco from inside the body

as it is to remove artificial
coverings from the outside."

Bloody hell, that's no life.

Vegetarianism has been
around for centuries.

Such a diet can be quite
beneficial. And rather tasty.

If you say so, Doctor.

William, I only have a
moment. Would you walk me out?

Yes, of course.

William, I've spoken with Darcy.

He has consented to the divorce.

So, he's prepared to weather the scandal?

He wants to resolve this as much as we do.

So, how do we proceed?

Darcy is the only one
with grounds to petition,

so we must provide him with
whatever he needs to proceed.

But, Julia, we aren't guilty of adultery.

Yes, but we must prove that we are,

or the petition will be denied.

Right. What sort of proof is required?

I'm meeting with my solicitor
this morning to discuss

- the finer points.
- Julia...

William, we will get through this.

Now I really must go.

That's the last of him.

We don't have his right arm entirely.

Only from the elbow.

Honestly, we're lucky
to have found this much.

Oh, look, George,

there appears to be a
nick in his third costal.

Oh, yes. I think you're right.

"Costal" is Latin for "rib", George.

Over here. Oh, his costal. Yes.

Ah, Detective. I was just

helping Dr. Grace piece
together our victim here.

Many hands make light work and all of that.

That's very kind of you, George.

Dr. Grace?

Our subject is male,
approximately 40 years old;

cause of death seems fairly clear:

this man was shot through the heart.

The bullet entered here

and lodged in the scapula here.

I see. And the bullet?

It must have fallen out of
the body during decomposition.

The bullet is still
likely at our crime scene.

The remains were scattered
over a fairly large area.

The bones of the torso were

found by the water's edge, if that helps.

Still, it will take considerable
time to find an item so small.

Not if we use the
induction balancing machine.

Oh, really, sir?


- Where are you off to?
- Oh, sir, I'm to meet the detective.

Give it to me, Crabtree.

I could do with spending a
little more time in the field.

Oh, sir, you won't want
to with this one, trust me.

I said give it to me! I
can manage a little romp

in the woods. See if you can
manage things around here,

starting with that concerned citizen.

- I have something horrible to report.
- But, sir...

Sir, you must keep up your pedalling

to maintain the electrical current.

Bloody hell, Murdoch. We've
been at this for hours.

It's been seven minutes.

Seven minutes?

Does this contraption even work?

Yes, sir.

The electrical current
creates a magnetic field

that can only be interrupted by
the presence of metal in the soil.

I need to take a break.

No, no, sir, don't,
please! Please don't stop.

I think I've found something.

Not the bullet, exactly.

It is probable that this prosthetic
arm did belong to our victim.

- What can you tell us about it, Doctor?
- I confess

I am not an authority.

Remarkable! Where
exactly did you find this?

- In the mud. Is that important?
- Gentlemen, I can't promise

this will yield us a clue,
but this arm is a rare treat

indeed. A textbook example of adipocere.

Queen's English, please, Dr. Grace.

It means, Inspector, that the
victim's flesh has been preserved.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a lot of work to do.

It is simply immoral.

The goings on at the music
hall are barely acceptable

on the best of nights, but this,

- it's outrageous.
- Miss Hamilton,

I see your point, and
it's an excellent point,

but I cannot stop the Paris
Revue from coming to Toronto,

nor can I stop people from going to see it.

- Might I remind you that it is your duty...
- Yes, well, there are two

prosthetic manufacturers
in Toronto. One uses wood

exclusively, and the other
I have yet to conta...

How can we expect to
raise our children decently

- when our streets are filled with licentiousness?
- Miss Hamilton...

Look at this poster. It
shows a woman's bare legs!

- It's unacceptable.
- It is just a drawing.

It is a public affront,

and it must be dealt with.


Thank you for seeing us, Dr. Rico.

Do you recognize this?

But of course.

This is one of my finest.

You know, I'm the only one in North America

to use the revolutionary Vanghetti Method,

taught to me by Giuliano Vanghetti himself.

I've only heard of this in theory.

Dr. Vanghetti devised a
way to use the contractions

of the surviving musculature of the limb

to enable manipulation of the prosthetic.

Very impressive, se?ora,

and quite correct.

Do you know who ordered
this particular limb?

I can tell you in a moment.

Each limb is carefully calibrated

to its new owner.

I see. Uno momento.

Imagine, a manmade limb that
moves almost like the original.

Thank you so much for inviting me along.

- I thought you might be interested.
- How well you know me.

Si, I remember this gentleman.

He was American. I fitted
him for the arm on March 3rd,

- and he picked it up April 14.
- April 14th. - Yeah.

Did he give you a name or an address?

Zachariah Marsh, care of the Palace Hotel.

We now know Zachariah Marsh was murdered

some time after April 14th,

long after the naturists
had moved onto the property.

But even that date doesn't help
narrow our list of suspects.

Given that the naturists have
created a place of refuge,

perhaps the killer sought out
the community as a place to hide.

You think the killer
might still be among them?

It's certainly a
possibility. He may believe

that leaving now would be
more suspicious than staying.

William, I met with my solicitor.

The requirements are rather
more involved than I had hoped.

The evidence, you mean?

We need hotel ledgers, witnesses,

correspondence detailing the adultery,

details that must be published in
the national newspaper for six months.

- Julia, how on earth do we...
- Not we.

I alone am assuming full
responsibility for the divorce.

What do you mean?

I will weather the embarrassment of
it. I'll make all the arrangements.

I chose to marry Darcy alone.

I must make it right alone.
You're to stay out of it.


I have given this a lot of thought.

It's unfair to burden you.
I... I won't besmirch your name

or put your career at risk.

You have to name a co-respondent.

And I shall, but not you.

William, I am quite determined.

Yes, completely cover the legs.

- Constable Crabtree.
- Ah, Doctor. Detective.

George, what are you doing?

- I am...
- He's upholding his oath

as an enforcer of the righteousness

- of this fine city.
- As I can see.

George, I need your assistance
on an urgent police matter.

- I apologize, Miss Hamilton.
- Nonsense, Constable.

Tonight we will deal with
a nightclub on Yonge Street.

It's blaring some vulgar
music called "ragtime".

It sounds like pure sin.

Ugh. Thank you, sir.

Not a worry, George.

I need you to go to the Palace Hotel

and see if they have kept
any of this man's effects.

Zachariah Marsh. Sir.

Ah. Inspector, you must take a look.

Do you see that? The cells have burst.

I suppose that's significant?

It means the dermis was exposed
to extremely low temperatures.

He was frozen?

But not solid; only up
to the intermediate layer

of skin. He was exposed to
below-freezing temperatures,

but only for a short while.

Frozen, outdoors,

but only for a short while.

I think I know where to look next.

Well, come on, then.

Murdoch, Dr. Grace has found
us a piece of the puzzle.

My examination

of the preserved tissue showed that
the cells had been frozen post-mortem,

but because only the dermis
showed signs of freezing...

That's just the middle layer of skin...

the logical conclusion is
that a rapid and brief drop

in temperature caused the damage.

The Meteorological Society
has given us this chart

of recorded temperatures for the past year.

Do any days match the
criteria after April 14th?

Only one: April the 15th starting at 2am.

It only lasted for a few hours, and the
temperature hasn't dipped again since.

So Zachariah Marsh received
his prosthetic arm on April 14th

and then died later that same night.

Poor bugger. A brand new arm
and barely a day to enjoy it.

Mr. Lindemann.

Detective. Back again.

What now? A corpse in our chimney?

I wonder, do you recognize
the name Zachariah Marsh?

I do not.

I'll need a list of everyone
that was here on April 14th.

I will not expose our
members to your tyranny.

I thank you to cease this blatant
harassment of our community. No more.


hello. Did you change your mind
about joining our little gang?

Uh, not at the moment, thank you.

I believe we may have a friend
in common... Dr. Julia Ogden.

Such a kind spirit.

You must send my regards.

She deserves infinite love and joy.

Miss Rice,

do you recall where you were on April 14th?

How could I forget?

That was my first day here. We
were like pioneers, the five of us.

It was so beautiful. I've
never felt such peace.

- The five of you?
- Yes.

Helmut, Irene, Declan, and
Arthur. And me, of course.

- No one else was here?
- No,

not a soul.

Thank you.

What do we think? The German?

Without knowing Zachariah
Marsh's connection to any of them,

I'm afraid we don't
have much to go on. Sirs.

Ah, George. Do you have
Mr. Marsh's effects?

I do. You're not going to believe
what I found out about him.

- He was a Pinkerton.
- What?

Not just any Pinkerton.
Zachariah Marsh was the man

who took down the infamous
Rooster gang. Texas, 1889.

He single-handedly killed
them all in a wild shootout.

But he didn't survive unscathed.

A stray bullet took his right arm.

- So he was a Pinkerton and a Wild West legend?
- Yes, sir.

You see, the Rooster gang
were a notorious family

of thieves, a gang of four brothers.

They were the scourge of the West.
They would steal a man's money, and then

take his boots to prevent him giving
chase. It's ingenious, if you ask me.

- How do you know all this, Crabtree?
- Through my research, sir.

I was tinkering with the idea of
setting a novel in the Wild West.

Our hero would be a young
deductive type, about my height...

Do we know what Mr. Marsh
was working on before he died?

Yes, sir. He was tracking
a confidence trickster,

a fellow by the name of Sherman Greene,

wanted for insurance fraud in Boston.

Perhaps he tracked this con
to the naturist encampment.

Marsh must have been
discovered by this Greene fellow

and then killed to keep
his secret identity safe.

Well, we know Marsh was
on the trail of a man...

So that leaves us

with three possible suspects.
What do we know about them?

Aside from their names, sir, nothing.

- What about the Pinkerton case?
- Well, sir,

Marsh tracked Sherman Greene
from Boston to Montreal.

And he's also been linked to
fraud cases in Philadelphia,

New Orleans, Chicago...
all in the past year.

- But no mention of Toronto.
- Greene's been known

to use several aliases,
and has been heard speaking

- in various accents.
- So that could be anyone.

Let's start with Lindemann. Bring him in.

Sir, these people don't trust outsiders.

They're not going to talk to me.

They're even less likely to speak to you.

What we need is someone on the inside.

Someone they haven't seen before.

All right, George. It's
just like taking a bath,

but... without water.


- Hello!
- I'm Irene, Helmut's wife.

Uh, Henry. Henry Higgins.
Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

And please relax. We're all
equal here in God's image.

We have a full schedule of tasks

and exercise and hope
you'll participate fully.

Here we're all committed to the same goals:

health and vitality.

Yes, because I work as a
footman in a grand house,

you see. I rarely get out of doors.

- Uh, I was born out...
- We leave

our restrictive pasts behind
with our restrictive clothing.

This is your chance to
be born as your true self.

You owe no explanations.

You know what? That sounds perfect.

"... onto".

Toronto Gazette.

You can set up your tent here. And the
daily schedule is posted by the main tent.

I'd very much like to meet your
husband there, Mr. Lindemann.

Helmut is about to begin
our water callisthenics.

He'll be happy to meet you later.

How did the two of you meet,
if you don't mind me asking?

He was speaking outside Union Station
about his vision for this place.

I just knew everything he was saying
was right. He was so passionate.

- We were married within the fortnight.
- Is that right?

- And what part of Germany is he from?
- We don't speak of our pasts.

We're happy together now.
That's all that matters.

I suppose this would be a good
place to hide one's secrets.

This is a good place to
become one's best self.

Take Declan... he arrived

drunk, weary, riddled
with infirmity, in search

of a safe haven. Look at him now.

We could be your safe haven too.

I've sent Jackson to dig up
the sale of the naturists' land.

I don't trust that Lindemann fellow.

So, what's all this, then?

Sir, ink from the newspaper
article has transferred

to the inside of Mr. Marsh's wallet.

Now, it's too faint to see
against the dark leather.

I'm hoping to lift the ink.

I've mixed an elastic
polymer in with the wax.

An elastic what?

Polymer. In this case, the
element of rubber allows

the wax to stretch.

The ink should transfer to the wax,

and the presence of the
polymer will allow the wax

to be pliable enough to
peel off without crumbling.

Hmm. Could I take some of this putty home

for the boys, Murdoch? It's
just the kind of silliness...

Sir, please. It isn't a toy.

Hello there.

Eins, zwei, drei...

You're new here, are you?

Fünf, sechs...

It takes a bit of getting used to,

but it beats the world
out there, that's for sure.

Personally, I'm trying to get
away from the evils of drink.

Whiskey. It ruined me.
It was my whole life.

I used to drink it out of a
teacup so no one would notice.

I was a bourbon man myself.

For me, it was the travelling, you know?

A long night on a train without
a drink... I couldn't abide it.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

This is about as far out of the
city as I think I've ever been.

Is that right?


Henry, I need you to go
to the Toronto Gazette.

I need you to get every article that
has the words "daring" and "stole" in it,

starting from March.

Yes, sir.

Bracing, isn't it?

There is nothing like a
swim to restore the body.

It certainly beats
travelling the dusty roads.

I never leave the colony.

The outside world is corrupt, an oligarchy

of rich industrialists.

Yes, I couldn't agree more.

The insurance lot are
the worst of the devils.

I think they should be swindled out of the
money they plunder from innocent people.

Crime does not effect change.

It only serves to alienate us Volks...

people... even more.

You're German?

I am from mankind.

Quite so. Have you seen
much of North America?

Boston? Chicago? Philadelphia? New Orleans?

Do not ask what you have no right to know.

Make sure Worseley reads this, this time.


How unusual to see you here.

Miss Hamilton. I wish I could say the same.

I trust you know there were boys
playing ball in High Park last Sunday?

Explicitly breaking the
law for everyone to see.

I was not aware.

Where is Constable Crabtree?

I intend to deal only with him.

I'm afraid he is engaged in
police business off the premises.

How disappointing. He
is the only reliable man

- in this stationhouse.
- Inspector,

- you have a telephone call.
- Ah. Now, if you'll excuse me,

Miss Hamilton. Duty calls.


Oh! I apologize...

- Dr. Ogden!
- George!

What are you doing here?

The same as you, I imagine.

I must say I'm impressed by
your open-mindedness, Constable.

You seem to be embracing the
spirit of the colony completely.

Dr. Ogden, I am working!

We're trying to uncover a murderer.

I must insist that you leave at once.

It's not safe. And if
Detective Murdoch knew

that you were here... knew that I saw...

Yes, perhaps we'll keep
this just between us.

And I won't compromise your
investigation. You have my word.

Thank you.

I've been... swimming in the cold river.


The Pinkerton Agency just telephoned.

Sherman Greene, the insurance
conman, was caught in Boston.

He never came to Toronto.

Then what was Marsh doing in Toronto?

- And what led him to the naturist camp?
- Change of lifestyle?

Henry, have you found the article yet?

Not yet sir. There's three editions a day.

Right. The newspaper article from Mr.
Marsh's wallet is our only remaining clue.

Right, everyone, drop what you're doing
and help Higgins find this article.

Carry on.

Hello there. I'm Henry.

I don't believe I got your name.

I didn't give it.

It's beautiful here.

I prefer it to Chicago or Boston.

Don't mind him.

He's so unfriendly.

He even prefers to live alone

in an unpleasant cave across the river.

Why did he come here in the first place?

Everyone here has a reason to
reject the outside world as it is.

I try to be friendly, but
he just wants to be alone.

You don't know where he's from, do you?

Um, I think somewhere west of here.

Sirs, I've found it!

"A daring daylight
robbery occurred yesterday

at the Hay and Sons
Pharmacy on St. Clair Avenue.

The thief not only took

the contents of the safe but
also stole Mr. Hay's boots.

Mr. Hay told police he
was unable to give chase

due to his stocking feet."

His boots? Where have I heard that before?

- From George.
- Yes!

Zachariah Marsh supposedly
killed all of the Rooster gang.

This article would suggest otherwise.

So Crabtree is going
up against a gunslinger.

So it would appear.

Sir. Uh, I apologize for the attire, sir.

- It's the best I could do.
- It's all right, George.

Sir, my investigation
has come to a standstill.

Not one of the suspects
appears to be Sherman Greene.

- That's because none of them is, George.
- Sir?

Sherman Greene was arrested in Boston.

Mr. Marsh was here for another reason...

- to finish off the Rooster gang.
- The Rooster gang?

You think one of them survived and is here?

Apparently so, George.

Obviously it isn't Mr. Lindemann.

Well, it isn't Declan Black either.

Apparently he's never
left Toronto in his life.

That just leaves Arthur Gibbons.

Yes, sir, it must be Gibbons.

Apparently he's from out west.

And he's very secretive. He's
definitely hiding something.

- All right. We'll bring him in for questioning.
- Sir,

as you yourself have said, these
people are not likely to talk,

and we haven't a shred of evidence.

I'm sure I could find something, but...

only if I remain one of them.

- Sir, let me do this.
- Are you sure?


- What are you doing in here?
- I was just...

I don't know where you came
from, but here we respect

each other's privacy. I'm
going to have to tell Helmut.

No. Please.

I have no choice. You
obviously can't be trusted.

I promise, it's not what it looks
like. Just let me explain. Irene,

I'm a copper. I've been sent here
covertly to look for a criminal.

Is this about the
skeleton the police found?

You can't say anything to
anyone. Not even to Helmut.

If Gibbons is the man we think
he is, he's very dangerous.

But he's such a quiet sort.

Apparently Arthur was a
member of a gang of outlaws.

Well... now that you mention it...


If you know something, you have to tell me.

I did see Arthur burying something
in the clearing behind the cave.

Irene, I need you to get to the main road.

I need you to get a
message to Detective Murdoch

at Stationhouse #4. Tell
him to come here at once.

Of course.

What do you think you're doing?

Arthur Gibbons.

I am with the Toronto Constabulary. Just...

just come with me quietly,

and it will go all the better for you.

I'm not going anywhere.


He was going to kill you.

Ok, thanks.

Henry? Any information on Arthur Gibbons?

I just have, sir. He's from Vancouver.

He enlisted in the army
to fight in the Boer War,

but he's missing from his regiment.

He's just a cowardly deserter.
He's not a gunslinger.

So if the outlaw isn't Helmut
Lindemann, Declan Black,

or Arthur Gibbons, then who is it?

Thank you for saving me.

You're quite the shot.

My brothers taught me.

That's quite the scar you've got there.

Uh, it's a... childhood injury.

Jackson found the land sale receipt.

So Lindemann didn't buy
the land; his wife did,

only she purchased it
under her maiden name.

Irene Le Coq.

Where did she get the money?

Henry, do we have anything on
Irene Lindemann's background?

No, sir.

- Le Coq. French.
- Yes, sir.

French for "rooster".


Where did you say you grew up, Irene?

Uh... here and there.

With brothers, you said.

Moving from town to town?

Something like that.

- You killed a man!
- Arthur was going to kill you!

You killed him to close the case
so we wouldn't come looking for you!

But you've killed before, haven't you?

- Zachariah Marsh!
- Who?

The Pinkerton agent! He killed
your family in front of your eyes,

left you with that
nasty scar as a souvenir.

That snake only cared about the fame.

He took everything from me.

I had nothing to live for after that day.

Until I met Helmut.

He gave me a fresh start.

You were stealing just a few months ago.

Only to buy Helmut this land.
I just needed another $50.

It was the only way.

That's how Marsh found you, isn't it?

He read about it in the
paper. The stolen boots.

Old habits.


I'm not that person.

I'm not a thief anymore.

No. You're a murderer.

I can't let you ruin everything,

not after all I've done to stay.


I wish I didn't have to do
this. But I won't lose my life.

Not again.

Ugh! Aw!

George, are you all right?

- Sirs?
- Crabtree?

- William.
- Julia?

You look a disgrace,
Crabtree. Fix your uniform.

Sir, this collar is so tight.

And, sir, you wouldn't
believe... the warmth of the sun,

the cool breeze on your skin...
you can't imagine how freeing it is.

I saw enough to imagine it all too well.

- George.
- Hanna.

I'm sorry your wife
refused to speak with you.

I had hoped for an explanation.

I can't imagine that she was
not sincere in her beliefs.

It seems she wanted a new life,

and you were able to give that to her.

Yeah. It was a paradise. Our own Xanadu.

I understand you'll be leaving us?

The purity of our community

has been tarnished. Only Hanna wished

to stay on the path with
me. We are going south,

somewhere where we can
be free all year long,

without restrictions.

I hope you find such a place.

Thank you, Detective. Viel Glück.

Good luck.

You know, Hanna, I almost
didn't recognize you

- with clothes on.
- To tell the truth,

I can hardly keep myself from
ripping them off right here.

I couldn't bring myself

- to put on my underclothes.
- Me neither.

Heathens! Reprobates!

Miscreants! Degenerates!

This city is doomed with
moral guardians like you!

- What was that all about?
- I think I'm not the man she wanted me to be.

It was good to know you, George.

Take care of your health.

You too.

Miss Rice.


I'm sorry I'm late.

I trust you've forgiven me for earlier.

Julia, I've reserved a room
for us at the Queen's Hotel.

- William.
- Under both our names.

We'll both sign the ledger.

William, I can't ask you to be
involved in such a sordid task.

Julia, I am involved.

There is no question. We both are.

In this and in everything.

The Queen's Hotel.

- Everyone will see us.
- Witnesses,

a signed ledger... that should
be all the evidence you need.

Are you quite sure you want to do this?

You know there will be no going back.

I'm sure.

So, you're prepared to
spend the night together.

I've brought dominoes.