Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 9, Episode 13 - Colour Blinded - full transcript

"I willingly boast of my weakness,

that the power of
Christ may rest upon me,"

the book tells us in second Corinthians.

Do we hide our hurt from the Lord?

No.

For how can we hide our
true selves and hope to find

- redemption and reparation?
- Amen.

Who among us has not been hurt?

Who has not been mistreated?

But in our darkest hours,

- we discover strength in Jesus.
- Amen. Amen.



Our guest today reminds us of a past

in which we were mistreated.

And though we may wish
to forget that past,

we're reminded to boast.

Boast that in our hardships,

we found strength in our Lord!

Boast that in times of
need, we found friends!

Like our friend,

- Mr. Frank Parker.
- (applause)

Thank you, Pastor Earle.

Amen. That's right, sir.

It's wonderful to see old friends.

- And the younger faces...
- Will you be staying

for the tea afterwards, Miss James?



Certainly. I do enjoy tea.

Is that so?

But how do you feel about sandwiches?

A wonderful sermon.

Indeed, few things could
make a man feel weak and small

like the fight for abolition.

Ain't he a sight for sore eyes?

Gramma don't have enough
time left on this earth

for chaste manners.

And when speaking was no longer enough,

- I took action.
- That's right. Amen.

- I smuggled fugitive slaves.
- Amen!

Yes, I broke the law!

A law that went against my
feelings and my sympathies.

A law without humanity.

Now, some of you may
wish to call me a hero.

No.

I am simply a man.

I'm simply a man that did what
he knew was the right thing.

- Amen.
- It is no more than

should be expected by anyone.

- Amen.
- (applause)

- That's right.
- Amen. Alleluia.

Hello.

Ms. James.

Hello.

(woman screaming)

Is he... is he breathing?

He's dead.

What is it, George?

Sir, how did you... ?

We've worked together
a long time, George.

You're needed, sir.

Miss James, what have you?

Murder.

Mr. Parker was stabbed in
the fourth intercostal space.

He died between forty
and sixty minutes ago.

Very precise, Miss James. Did
you determine that using lividity?

No. I saw him speak about an hour ago.

Well, you've handled your first
crime scene exceptionally well.

My hands are still shaking.

This church has always
been such a peaceful place.

And Mr. Parker seemed
like such a lovely man.

- George?
- Sir.

I found blood on this door handle.

- We'll need to check it for fingermarks.
- Sir. Will do.

- Did anyone see who may have come in here?
- Sir,

there were several comings and
goings once the service concluded.

Nobody particularly remembers
Mr. Parker coming back inside.

But sir, there was
one interesting thing.

Apparently among the congregation

there was a woman wearing a veil
that completely obscured her face.

A widow?

Except that nobody could
attest to her identity, sir.

Apparently she slipped in late,
spoke to nobody, and afterwards

just vanished, as if into thin air.

I can guarantee you she
went out the door, George.

Sir, either way, I
suggest we keep an eye out

for a mysterious veiled lady.

- What do you make of that?
- Looks like ivory.

It certainly does.

- Pastor Earle...
- Alderman Hubbard.

Regrettable circumstances.

- Inspector Brackenreid.
- Very troubling.

I understand the victim
was something of a hero.

Indeed he was.

My parents came to Canada
on the Underground Railroad.

A slave hunter pursued
them to the border

and my mother and father hid
beneath the seats of a wagon.

It takes a fearless sort.

I believe Mr. Parker
was that sort of man.

I came here today to pay my respects
for all those that he helped to freedom.

This is not your church?

Too far from Parkdale for
my convenience, Inspector.

I'm afraid I can't shed any light

as to who might have
wanted the man dead.

So, all the doors of
the church were unlocked.

That's usual during a service.

But with all of us outside at the tea,

any stranger could have come
in the front door unseen.

Thank you.

It's possible, but more
likely, Mr. Parker went inside

- with someone from the church.
- But Detective,

no member of my
congregation would do this.

I am aware that with the killing
of a white man in a Negro church,

the search for justice could run hot.

I'll see to it that
everyone keeps a level head.

Tom Brackenreid.

- Oh, bollocks. Excuse my profanity.
- Alderman Hubbard.

Chief Constable. Good to see you.

What's the situation, Tom?

The victim is a Mr. Frank Parker.
He was a guest at the service,

and found dead in the
vestry some time afterward.

- Detective Murdoch is leading the investigation.
- Murdoch, eh?

Is there a problem with
the detective on the case?

We can't have this matter
drag out while Murdoch ponders

every footprintand flowerbed.

Murdoch is methodical, but
he does get the right man.

Chief Constable, let me be clear.

The police must show they can be trusted

not to rush to judgment here.

Indeed. But let's be frank.

We have a white man killed
in a coloured church.

The public must know that they're safe.

I think we understand each other.

Very good.

- Gentlemen.
- Alderman.

- Who does he think he is?
- I like him.

Don't be naive.

We answer to the Board of Control.

He should consider himself lucky
he's climbed as high as he has.

Some men do better than you'd
expect by looking at them.

I want this matter put to bed, Tom.

Constables! Collect fingermarks
from all these people.

Let's go!

Come to church on a Sunday and
get mixed up with the police.

I can't believe it, either.

Poor Mr. Parker.

You didn't happen to see
anything, did you, Nate?

What makes you ask that?

- I'd gathered a plate of sandwiches for you...
- You did?

But when I was looking for you
in the garden I didn't see you.

That would have been right around
the time when Mr. Parker was...

Working with the Constabulary and
fancy yourself a copper now, do you?

You don't like the question?

I'm only teasing, Rebecca.

If you had pigtails I'd
be pulling them right now,

and you wouldn't be much of a
detective if you didn't know why.

I suppose that's when Gramma sent
me over home to fetch the cakes.

I'm afraid I'm not much
help with your sleuthing.

But maybe I can make
it up to you tonight

- by taking you to a restaurant?
- A restaurant?

You really must be sweet on me.

Pastor, what can you tell
me about a veiled woman

- who was at church today?
- Who?

Several people have mentioned
her. A widow, perhaps.

She left before the Constabulary
got here. Do you know her?

I couldn't say who she is.

I believe she left before
the service ended today.

This is a small church, Pastor.

Surely you know all of your congregants.

I do my best.

But I suppose this particular
lady didn't want to be known.

All right, men, let's
get good, clean marks.

Record names, addresses, age and
occupation on every card while you're at it.

Everything under control, Sir.

Save these cards, Tom.
They'll come in handy,

if not for this case, then the next.

All we did today was come to church.

Now we're suspects in crimes
that haven't even happened yet.

Don't be testy, boy.

Take it easy, Jeff.

What happened to your hand?

- I cut it the other day.
- Oh yes?

And what were you getting
up to when that happened?

I was just peeling potatoes, Officer.

What's your name, sir?

- My name is Isaac Lowry.
- All right, Mr. Lowry.

When you're done
giving your fingermarks,

Detective Murdoch over there is
going to have a word with you.

I haven't forgotten how to
conduct an interview, Tom.

- Peeling potatoes, eh?
- That's right.

Or did the knife slip

when you stabbed that
poor man this morning?

Now, you look. I have
done nothing wrong.

Come in here and accuse a
man for what, hmm? A bandage?

- No one's accusing you, sir.
- Keep your temper.

You want to keep on testing me,

and I will show you my temper.

- Just calm down, sir.
- If I could just have a word with Isaac...

No. This man just threatened an officer.

Constable, take him down to the Station.

Now, just hold on one minute...

I'd very much like to
have a look at that cut.

That's what your interview
at the Station is for.

I said go on.

Evans.

I know Isaac Lowry very
well. He is a good man.

That said, he does
have a cut on his hand.

I'm sure there's an
innocent explanation.

You'll have to trust me
to be the judge of that.

Can I also trust you not to arrest
the first coloured man you suspect?

As Miss James determined at the scene,

the cause of death was a
single stab wound to the aorta.

The blade was dull and narrow,

causing a wound an inch
wide and five inches deep.

These are the victim's clothes?

Blood inside the breast pocket.

Yes. It looks like the
killer had blood on his hands,

and took something out of it.

Likely the same person who got
the bloody fingermark on the door.

You kept me waiting hours
in here for no reason.

I apologise for the delay.

This is Dr. Julia Ogden.

- Ma'am.
- I have a fresh bandage.

May I?

Mr. Lowry.

Mr. Lowry,

why do you think someone
would want Frank Parker dead?

I wouldn't know about that,
Detective. I didn't kill him.

Someone obviously wished him harm.

But why?

He was a brave and beloved man.

Well, that's what they say.

You don't agree, Mr. Lowry?

There's nothing special about
a man that does the right thing.

That alone does not make him a saint,

much as he acted like it did.

So you felt that he
took too much credit.

That's right.

I understand that he...

how shall I put this?

He had quite the way with the ladies.

That man was a rotten lout.

A harmless flirt, I was assured.

Don't believe whoever's
telling you that.

It wasn't harmless when he
carried on with my mother.

Is that so?

So Lowry had motive.

Sir. Mr. Parker seduced his mother.

His father left the
family shortly after that.

But I'm confident the cut on his hand

wasn't made with the same
knife used in the murder.

- How can you know that?
- Mr. Lowry was cut with a serrated knife.

The wound is also a day or
two old. It's already healing.

So he used another knife.

We have motive and opportunity.
Does he have a record?

- Well, yes...
- Excellent. Charge Lowry.

Good work, everyone.

What have you from Mr.
Parker's hotel room, George?

Sir. The victim appeared
to be living on the cheap.

His room was quite rundown
and his belongings were,

well, sparse.

Today wasn't his first
speaking engagement at a church.

No, sir. He'd been to several
churches over the past months.

He was doing something of a...

a hero's tour through Ontario, sir.

There's an address here. Jarvis Street.

I wondered about that myself.
Wealthy friends, perhaps?

In any case,

this was found under his mattress.

All bills from the Bank of Toronto.

Two hundred dollars to be exact.

That's quite a substantial amount.

Perhaps this is what the killer was
looking for in Mr. Parker's pocket.

Good work, George.

That's fine, that's fine.

Darling! The driver's here!

- Oh, I'm... I'm not...
- Come in, come in.

Oh darling, let me do your tie.

Ma'am, I'm not the driver.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

I'm Gloria Thomson. This is my husband,

- Mr. Andrew Thomson.
- How can we help you, Detective?

I'm investigating a murder
that took place this morning

at the Coloured Wesleyan Church.

- Oh, my goodness. A murder?
- In a church on a Sunday?

I can't imagine.

But then, I don't know
much about those people.

What brings you to us, Detective?

Well, the victim, a Frank Parker,

had your address amongst
his personal effects.

- What's your relationship to him?
- Frank Parker...

I don't believe we knew him.

- Did you, darling?
- Not at all, I'm sure.

I don't know if you're aware, Detective,
but I'm standing for Parliament.

He could have been one of my
constituents, planning on writing

a letter of appeal or somesuch.

Silly, why do you insist on
doing this yourself? Let me...

Away, woman.

If you never let me do it
myself, how will I learn?

I'm sorry we couldn't be
of more help, Detective.

Pardon me, sir.

I wonder if you could help me?

I spoke with the Thomsons' gardener.

He says he saw a man matching
Parker's description call on the home,

but there was no answer
so he went away again.

How did a posh couple
get mixed up in this?

Sir, they might not be.

Well, if they're not, we have nothing.

What about Lowry?

His fingermark doesn't match
the mark on the church door.

- Sir, I'm not comfortable making that arrest.
- Neither am I.

Let the man go.

I'll handle the Chief Constable.

Mr. Lowry is no longer a suspect.

Pastor Earle, you may wish
to protect your parishioners,

but you benefit no one by
keeping information from me.

What do you mean?

Mr. Lowry told me that he and
two of the others came to you

in advance of Mr. Parker's visit.

And that they asked you not to
welcome him into this church.

As is their right.

In a murder investigation,
that makes three people

- with possible motive.
- Oh, I don't believe so.

Yes, Mr. Lowry and two other
elderly parishioners did come to me.

One lady told me that years ago,
Mr. Parker promised her marriage,

but left her when she
found herself with child.

The other said that her
affair with him ended badly.

The ladies decided to stay
away from the service today.

They may have felt
compelled to confront him.

They're on in years now.

Surely not capable of sneaking into
the church and overcoming Mr. Parker.

And could one of them have
been this woman with the veil?

Dr. Ogden is on a campaign
to harden my weak stomach.

She brought me to Leroux's for lunch

and she insisted that
I try the escargot.

You ate snails?

They're quite fine, as it turns out.

Is that so?

Will you be ordering them tonight?

Well... no.

But I will try something
entirely new if you will.

I can't resist a challenge, Miss James.

Then you're in trouble, aren't you?

Table for two, please.

I'm sorry, we have nothing available.

We don't mind waiting.

Um...

Hmm-hmm...

Unfortunately, we're fully
booked up tonight, sir.

You're going to tell me
and my lovely companion

that you won't seat us
because we are Negroes, sir?

Let's go, Nate.

Or maybe I should make a
reservation for another night?

Now why did you want to go and do that?

It's not worth a fuss.

- But they have no right to keep us out.
- I'm sorry.

I didn't think it would
happen. They let me in before.

Yeah, sure they did.
Accompanied by a white lady.

I didn't know you smoked.

Sure, I told you. That's
where I was after the service.

You said you went home for cakes.

Yeah, yeah. That too.

Except when you came back,
you didn't have any cakes.

You were at the church the whole time.

Now look, there's
nothing to that, alright?

Did you tell the constable who interviewed
you the truth about where you were?

Why would I go and do
something fool like that?

Next thing you know, they're
fitting me for a noose.

You have to talk to Detective Murdoch.

He's a good man; you can trust him.

- Or Constable Crabtree.
- Just keep quiet about it, Rebecca, won't you?

This puts me in a bad
position at my job, Nate.

Your job?

You need to think about your own people.

- Whose side are you on?
- Whose side am I on?

My skin is as black
as yours, Nate Desmond.

I know who I am. I don't ever
get a chance to forget it.

I don't need to prove anything to you,

and I certainly don't socialize
with men who lie to me.

You should have told me right away

that he wasn't present
at the time of the murder.

Were you trying to protect him?

No, I...

I suppose I believed his
explanation that it wasn't important.

Where can I find him?

He works at a building
job on Albert Street.

I'm sorry, Detective.

Mr. Desmond?

I need you to come down to
the Station House with me.

Detective Murdoch, if my foreman
sees the Constabulary take me in,

- I'll lose my job.
- I see.

Answer all of my questions truthfully,
and if you've done nothing wrong,

I see no reason for you to
come down to the Station House.

What did you have to do
with Frank Parker's murder?

Nothing, I swear it.

Mr. Desmond,

you lied to the Constable
who took your statement,

and to Miss James.

Now, you need to tell
me what you're hiding.

I saw someone come out of the church.

But I'm sure he didn't do it.

Every witness in this
case wants to tell me

who didn't do it. Now, who did you see?

It was Pastor Earle.

He wouldn't kill a man.

What did you see Pastor Earle do?

He threw something away.

I didn't see what.

- Where?
- The church garden.

All right.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Have a good day.

Holy heart of Mary! Sir!

There's a family of raccoons in there!

Would you prefer if I
searched that area, George?

Sir, I don't like raccoons.
I don't like their little

feet. I don't trust anything
that has hands for feet.

- What exactly are we looking for, anyway?
- We'll know once we find it.

Sir, why don't we just ask the
Pastor what he threw out here

and where exactly he threw it?

I'd prefer to know what the item is
before I question the Pastor, George.

Yes, but sir, he could have
come out and retrieved it since.

That's why it's important for us
to conduct an exhaustive search.

Sir, why would the Pastor
want to kill Mr. Parker anyway?

- I don't know.
- That's why we...

Keep looking.

Prosecutor Gordon tells
me you never charged Lowry.

His fingermarks didn't match the
ones we found at the crime scene.

We didn't have the evidence to arrest
him. We are pursuing other leads.

What are you playing at,
Tom? You had enough evidence.

I'd like to know what
you're playing at, Jeff.

The man is innocent. You
know it and I know it.

I've already told reporters we
caught the man. It's in today's paper.

Why would you do that?

The public wants to know that the
Constabulary is keeping them safe.

They're not safe if we go around
throwing innocent people in jail.

Innocence or guilt is up
for the courts to decide.

It may not be the way you do things,

but I don't make an arrest when I know damn
well it's going to be thrown out of court.

I'm your superior now.

You'll arrest who I tell you to arrest.

Tosser.

Pardon me.

- Thank you.
- It's really quite silly.

My husband and I
attend his family's church,

but the Minister there
is rather an old fogey.

I met Pastor Earle while
doing some charity work

with some of the Negro schoolchildren.

He's easy to talk to,

and I found him a more
effective spiritual advisor.

- Are you a religious man yourself, Detective?
- I am.

Then you know that the
value of churchgoing

can vary along with
the man in the pulpit.

But you know, it would
be quite the scandal

among my husband's political
supporters if they ever found out,

so when I go to hear Pastor Earle's
sermons, I don't want to be seen.

Mrs. Thomson, how do you explain your
visit to the church this afternoon?

After you told us about the
terrible murder at the church,

I wanted to offer a donation
for the man's funeral.

Indeed?

Do you not think it quite a coincidence

that Mr. Parker had your address?

My husband gave the best
explanation I can think of.

Mrs. Thomson,

Mr. Parker did not write your husband
a letter of a political nature.

- He came to your home.
- Did he really?

I didn't know that.

You were at the church
the day of the murder,

and you left before the
Constabulary arrived.

I left before the
service ended, Detective.

I didn't know there was a
murder until you came to call.

I promise you.

I'll be needing your
fingermarks, Mrs. Thomson.

Davis just gave me a right bollocking.

He's in a mad rush to close this
case. Did you find the weapon?

No, but I found the veiled woman.

It's Mrs. Thomson.

Let's arrest her. Davis will be chuffed.

Her fingermarks don't match the mark
that we found on the church door.

But her story does strain credibility.

Why would a white woman disguise herself

just to hear a better sermon?

- What about the money?
- She claims to know nothing of it.

Yet if anyone connected to Parker had
the means to pay a blackmailer, it's her.

That's true.

But why?

You know, Murdoch,

maybe she goes to see Pastor
Earle for more than his sermons.

Sir?

Her and the Pastor.

Do I have to spell it out to you?

An affair with a Negro preacher

would certainly bring that
Thomson family down a peg or two.

If that is true, that would also give

Pastor Earle a reason to hide the truth.

Parker arrives in town,

somehow discovers the Pastor and
the lady are having an affair,

blackmails them, and they
kill him to keep their secret.

Certainly a more plausible theory
than Mrs. Thomson's explanation.

Check the Pastor's fingermarks, Murdoch.

(assailants laughing)

Oy!

- (whistling)
- (assailants laughing)

Get back against the wall!

Get back!

- Lowry is being seen to at the hospital.
- Is it bad?

He was beaten quite severely, sir,
but I'm told he'll likely recover.

What's all this about then?

That darkie killed a white man.

Can't have a man like
that walking around free.

It's you two scumbags
that oughta be in jail...

and that's exactly where
you're going. Crabtree. Worsley.

My pleasure. Sir,

I checked the fingermarks
and you were right.

The marks on the door do
belong to Pastor Earle.

Sirs.

I found what he threw away.

You stabbed a man, Pastor.

Killed him in your own church,

while your congregation was
on the other side of the door.

No, you've got it all wrong.

We have a witness who saw you
throw the murder weapon away.

You were having relations with
her. You and Gloria Thomson.

I was not.

- That's why Mr. Parker was blackmailing you.
- No, that's...

You must understand:

Frank Parker was my father.

Your father?

He left us when we were small.

I hadn't seen him since.

He heard I was a Pastor
and came looking for me.

That's why he'd been visiting
Wesleyan churches in the area.

I thought he wanted to
make amends for the past.

- I was wrong.
- Then why was he here?

He was in need.

- (door opening)
- He wanted money.

Gloria.

Solomon.

I came to see if you
were all right. Are you?

They think we're having an affair.

An affair?

Far from it.

(sighing)

We are brother and sister.

So, you and Pastor Earle
are brother and sister,

and Frank Parker was your father.

Do you have the same mother?

Yes,

but she died last year.

She lived in Cincinnati.

I didn't go home for the funeral.

That's the sort of
thing you don't realise

when you begin lying
about where you come from.

You can't go home again anymore.

But it was what my mother wanted.

She always thought I would
have a better life this way.

- Does your husband know?
- No.

I was living as white when we met.

So you thought your secret was safe,

until your father came to town.

All he really cared
about was finding Gloria.

- He had heard rumours she married rich.
- He wanted money?

Of course he did.

He had a picture of our family,

with Mama holding Gloria as a baby.

He said it was proof.

I remember Mama saved to
get that portrait taken.

It was special to her.

That must have made you angry.

You were at the church
service that morning.

Did you know your brother
was going to kill your father?

No, nothing like that.

No, Solomon and I talked about

how we could convince
our father to leave town.

Or, if he refused, how I would
tell my husband the truth.

We never thought of harming him.

So you gave Frank Parker the money

and hoped that he would leave you alone?

I would never give that man a thing

after leaving our mother
and us like he did.

Perhaps your brother gave him the money?

- Did you plan to kill him at church?
- No!

- What happened?
- He was already dead when I found him.

I took this out of his pocket,

and I got rid of the knife.

If it wasn't you,

- maybe it was your sister.
- It wasn't my sister.

Lighten your load, Solomon.

What is this?

It's your brother's confession.

No, no, no. He can't have.

I'm afraid we have
evidence, Mrs. Thomson.

He must have done it for me.

This case will become a
matter of public record soon.

You're saying I have no choice
now but to tell my husband?

That's up to you.

You must be Mrs. Thomson.

If you could,

wouldn't you do the same?

I never wanted to be white.

I didn't want to be white.

I just wanted to be free.

Do you see this?

How could this happen to
Mr. Lowry? It's shameful.

I have a mind to advise
him to sue the Constabulary

and hire the lawyer myself!

That would be a mistake,
Alderman Hubbard.

An innocent man has been
accused and attacked.

And folks will call me a
murderer the rest of my life.

The news report was premature.

A miscommunication. It's
unfortunate, but it happens.

I'd like to apologise on
behalf of the Constabulary.

It's Mr. Lowry that
deserves your apology.

Mr. Lowry.

I'm sorry for what happened to you, sir.

Thank you.

Well, fine.

Let that be an end to
your threats, Alderman.

Chief Constable Davis,

I know my race is despised,

but I've always believed
that, given a fair chance,

that will change.

Was Mr. Lowry given a fair
opportunity at your hands?

He was belligerent to police.

You gave him reason to be, the
moment you laid your eyes on him.

Do you demand that he
be a better man than you,

simply to earn fair treatment?

Maybe the Chief Constable was
instructed to make a quick arrest.

Is that so, Chief Constable?

Nothing of the kind.

I know that look.

I still have no idea where
this piece of ivory came from.

It must have broken off of something.

A small thing. It could have been
dropped there any time before the murder.

True.

Sir, did you get the impression at any
point during your interview with the Pastor

- that he could be lying?
- To protect his sister?

His handwriting on his statement...

It doesn't match the handwriting
on this envelope of money

that was found in Mr. Parker's room.

And it's doesn't even mention
the blow to Mr. Parker's head.

You think she did it.

Well, if she did,
she's a very good liar.

She's been living a lie for years.

(Gloria, sobbing): Please
believe me. Please don't go.

We've loved each other all
these years. That won't change.

Please. I know, I didn't mean to.

- It was a mistake. I just...
- You betrayed me for the money, I suppose!

- Gloria!
- I love you! Please! Please don't go!

You've told him the truth.

What can we do for
you, Detective Murdoch?

Mr. Thomson.

You told me that you had
never met Frank Parker.

I had no idea of any
of this until just now,

when she came home with this story.

Did you think nothing of my reputation,

- my future in politics?
- But you never expressed a problem

- with Negro people.
- Of course I don't have a problem.

But others do. Powerful backers. Voters.

Well, they'll all find out about me now.

My brother has been arrested for murder.
The whole affair will be in the papers.

- It might be a blessing. I can't hide anymore.
- A blessing!

We must look at it that
way. We must be courageous.

I suppose it's over then.

Not quite, Mr. Thomson.

You see, I believe you
knew of your wife's father

- before today.
- That's ridiculous.

The money that was paid to Frank Parker

came from you.

This envelope with
Mr. Parker's name on it

is in your handwriting.

He came to this house

and he asked you for money.

You knew the truth

and you didn't say anything?

You're not the only one
who can keep a secret.

You planned to meet him
at the church that morning.

I did nothing of the kind.

This was found at the
scene of the murder.

But it looks remarkably like...

Yes.

Like this.

You killed my father?

I gave him the money he wanted,

but I couldn't trust him
to keep his mouth shut.

He found the truth to be too delightful.

That I could be trapped in this...

this hoax of a marriage.

So you hit him over the
head and stabbed him.

Can you blame me?

He would have ruined me.

Andrew Thomson, you're under arrest

for the murder of Frank Parker.

(knocking)

Oh. Miss James,

please come in.

Have a seat.

I was abrupt with you yesterday

when you told me about Mr. Desmond.

And I also apologize.

I understand why you did it.

But I trust that it won't happen again.

No indeed.

Good. Good.

Dr. Ogden has told me
that you are a Catholic.

Yes.

Catholics face some measure
of prejudice and ill will.

Quite unfairly, I imagine.

One difference, I
suppose, is that people

can't tell that I'm a
Catholic just by looking at me.

What do you do when you encounter
such treatment, Detective?

I know the truth about
myself, Miss James.

And I know that no matter
what someone might say

or think about me,

I must be the strongest

and the best version of
myself that I can possibly be.

- So go along to get along?
- No.

No.

Simply be better than
anyone who might hate you.

I'm a lucky man, you
giving me a second chance.

- We have no tables.
- Look.

- Right there.
- Table for two.

We are not going away, sir.

(chuckling)

You will not be served.

Then we'll be sitting here all night.

Announcer: On an all-new Murdoch...

The wounds were made with
pointed incisor teeth.

Announcer: The search for
a victim's identity...

- Do you know this man?
- Announcer: And a killer...

- Be cautious.
- Announcer: With an animal appetite.

It won't get away this time.

- George!
- Announcer: An all-new Murdoch,

Monday February 22nd on CBC.