12x08 - Drowning in Money

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[Theme music]

♪ ♪ Hurry up, John!

I'm trying!

[Fast-paced music]

Constables!

What took you so long?

[Both men panting]

We got here as quickly as we could.

You said there was a robbery?

I think so.

You think so?

There is an open window, a broken vase...

Nothing else?

No.

Well, where are the owners?

We don't know.

We called out for them, but they didn't answer.

The mistress is usually up by now.

Right.

We best take a look.

I've always wondered what this house was like on the inside.

Why so?

Well, this house belongs to Franklin Westerbrook.

The Carpet King?

The one and only.

[Footsteps]

Any sign of them?

Not upstairs.

Well, look.

Someone's been through here.

Look at this...

they've jimmied open the window.

John...

come with me.

Ladies, please.

Stay put.

[Tense music]

My goodness.

[Screaming]

Ladies, please.

♪ ♪ Miss Hart: Carefully, now.

Any first impressions, Miss Hart?

They appear to have drowned.

I won't know much more until after a post-mortem.

Very good.

Who found them?

Constable Crabtree and I.

I see.

Sir?

One of the maids found this inside.

It seems to be a su1c1de note.

"To our darling daughters, we are sorry.

Your mother and I have become exhausted by our constant dissatisfaction, and can take no more." Signed by both Franklin and Louise Westerbrook.

A double su1c1de, then.

Let's not jump to conclusions too quickly.

Did you notice anything...

different about the couple?

I mean, any...

excess of melancholy?

No, not at all.

But then, you only started working a couple of weeks prior to today?

Well, yes.

I've heard that Mrs.

Westerbrook was a difficult woman, but I simply think she had high standards.

So, you enjoyed working for them?

I did.

Do you think anyone had animosity towards them?

Oh, I'm not one to know that.

I do know that they were very extravagant in their wealth.

That must ruffle some feathers.

So, you believe the burglar might have known the Westerbrooks?

Everyone knew that they had money.

It certainly appears something was taken.

Hmm.

We'll have to check this area and the butler's pantry for fingermarks.

I've instructed the constables.

Do you think this burglar k*lled the Westerbrooks?

Even if there was an altercation, wouldn't he simply k*ll them and flee?

Why go all the way out to the pool and stage a double su1c1de?

Perhaps it truly was su1c1de.

Unusual, but not completely without precedent.

And this burglary was just an unlucky coincidence?

Mm-hmm.

Extremely unlucky if you ask me.

Man: What can you tell us?

Mr.

and Mrs.

Franklin and Louise Westerbrook were found deceased in their home this morning.

Now, that's all the information we have.

Good day, gentlemen.

Ladies.

Inspector Brackenreid, a word?

Harvey Leech.

Who?

I'm a reporter with Toronto's premiere society journal, the Toronto Tattle.

One of the city's more high minded periodicals, I take it.

My source tells me the Westerbrooks drowned themselves.

Was it a double su1c1de?

Listen.

We have no further information...

Or did one of them m*rder the other, and then k*ll themselves?

My money's on Louise.

That's enough!

Now, get lost.

[Leech chuckling]

Bloody reporter just ambushed me, wanting all the gory details.

He heard it was a su1c1de.

How did he know that?

Said he had a "source." One of the maids?

I don't care who it is, now we've got the press breathing down our necks.

All right.

Detective Watts, you chase down this burglar lead.

The older maid, Sarah, told me a considerable amount of silverware was stolen, all monogrammed.

I'll visit some pawn shops.

Higgins!

What's that?

It's a black arm band, sir.

I heard the terrible news about Frank and Louise.

You knew them?

From the club.

Ruth told me about them.

They're immensely wealthy, sir.

The club?

Higgins, you're always going on about how you and Ruth are destitute.

Well, we're paid up to the end of the year.

They were known as the 'Wisterias', sir.

Aggressively climbing.

Now, they're members of the British aristocracy.

Oh?

How so?

Their daughter Diana just married the Earl of Lincoln.

Frank and Louise thought they were royalty, sir, but you don't enter that sphere just by marrying into it.

Of course not.

All right, that's enough.

Has the family been informed?

Yes, sir.

Diana, and the Earl, and his parents, the Duke and Duchess, were in Muskoka.

But they're on their way in today.

They took a suite at the Carlyle.

I'm about to start the internal examination.

What can you tell me thus far?

There are no lesions, no bruises, no signs of v*olence anywhere on the bodies.

Anything under the fingernails?

Nothing that would suggest a struggle.

My preliminary theory is hypoxemia caused by drowning.

Curious.

Is there something troubling you?

Well, they were found at the bottom of a pool, which would indicate drowning.

But there was nothing weighing them down.

Bodies do sink when they drown.

It takes about a day before they float.

Oh, I mean prior to the drowning itself.

su1c1de cases will often weigh themselves down with rocks, anchors, cannonballs...

They must have very much wanted to take their own lives.

Or they were coerced.

Please notify me when you've completed the post mortem, Miss Hart.

Of course, sir.

♪ ♪ Mr.

Crabtree.

[Sighing heavily]

Effie Newsome?

We met at Ruth's wedding.

Yes, it's Constable, actually.

Ah, yes.

It's a lovely day today.

Right, if you're looking for Henry, he...

No, I'm not.

It's you I'm looking for in my official capacity as lawyer to Mr.

Martin Erskine.

You're a lawyer already?

I thought you were still in school.

Yes, well.

I'm almost a lawyer.

So, this Mr.

Erskine is a friend of yours?

My cousin.

He sustained grievous injuries in a motor car accident, and he is seeking recompense.

He's had to miss a family reunion in Kingston.

He wanted to sue you, but I said that as we were already acquainted, I could...

So, he had his brakes repaired in my shop?

He says they were ruined.

Miss Newsome.

I stand behind all the work done at Bloom and Crabtree.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't Henry work there now?

[Sombre music]

We offer our condolences at this very difficult time.

We are doing all we can to apprehend the burglar, and when we do...

Do you believe he is responsible?

That's unknown at this time.

And they were found in their swimming pool?

I'm afraid so.

[Crying]

There, there, darling.

How could they do this?

They had everything they wanted.

Diana's tired.

I'll go settle her in her room.

What do you say to this frightful business?

We're here to ask questions regarding the Westerbrooks.

To be honest, we're investigating whether it was m*rder or su1c1de.

A damn shame.

Though being the soul of honesty, I must say I won't miss them too much.

Why do you say that?

Well, they weren't the best sort of people.

I wouldn't be surprised either way; they couldn't stick life anymore, or they angered the wrong person.

Now Richard, these men are only trying to make sense of what happened.

Do you think they were the type to commit su1c1de?

Grafters and strivers...

I'd hardly think so.

They finally got what they were craving: a family member with a title.

So, they had that to live for?

It certainly seemed that was all they wanted.

I was just talking with Mrs.

Westerbrook about the Governor General's Ball, before we went to Muskoka.

It's next Saturday.

They were very much looking forward to us going too.

I think they rather wanted to show us off, like...

trick ponies.

[Soft music]

So, which is it?

m*rder or su1c1de?

Evidence of a break-in does tell me that the burglar had something to do with their deaths.

How does one drown two unwilling victims?

At gunpoint?

I agree it is odd.

Why stage two suicides?

Perhaps he was covering his tracks.

Then why not clean up the broken vase, or close the window?

What did Miss Hart have to say about the bodies?

Just that she saw no evidence of v*olence.

I'm still awaiting the post-mortem.

It did seem like they had everything to live for...

wealth, status, success.

Wealth does not equal happiness.

Are you sure?

I don't need a large home to be happy.

It certainly contributes to my happiness.

Well, then I suppose it contributes to mine as well.

[Julia giggling]

George.

Henry, you're late!

Ruth likes a long breakfast.

Henry!

This is serious.

The reputation of Bloom and Crabtree Auto is being impugned!

I'm sorry, George.

Look.

The brake rod came completely free of the clevis.

What?

That's impossible.

I distinctly remember tightening this rod.

Are you sure?

On my life, George.

Well, you do believe me, don't you?

[Sighing]

I'd like to know how much you can give me for this silver.

What have we got here?

Detective!

Constable...

May I take a look at that?

I can explain...

You can explain it on the way, Miss Stubbins.

You're coming with us.

♪ ♪ I didn't do it to harm them, they just have so much.

And you envied their wealth so much you k*lled them?

No!

No, that's not it at all.

Then why did you do it?

He said it would be easy.

Who said that?

Anthony.

Anthony Pottier.

But he wouldn't k*ll anyone!

You planned this with him?

He would pry open a window and...

and steal the jewelry and the silver, and I would sell it.

Where is the jewelry now?

I don't know.

He only gave me the silver.

I need to speak with this Mr.

Pottier.

Do you have an address?

Brackenreid: We'll get everyone out there looking.

Do you think the maid and this burglar planned to m*rder them?

The maid hadn't been with the Westerbrooks for long; I see no clear motive.

Perhaps it's just as she said, a robbery.

Did you talk to their daughter?

Maybe Diana knows if her parents had any enemies.

Diana did seem distraught.

I've asked Julia to speak with her.

It's a bloody nuisance when rich people die, Murdoch.

Perhaps my parents suffered from despair in weakness and defiance...

what Kierkegaard categorized as the "sickness unto death." You believe your parents felt such despair?

They never said, Dr.

Ogden.

But Kierkegaard also maintained that su1c1de was the greater risk in those who maintain perfect reserve.

This is a deeply tragic event.

How are you feeling?

I am carrying on.

As my parents would have wanted me to, I'm sure.

Was there anyone who would have wanted to harm your parents?

Why do you ask?

[Door opening]

We have a guest.

This is Dr.

Julia Ogden.

Pleased to meet you.

Yes.

This is Persephone.

My sister.

Are you here to ask about Mama and Papa?

Yes.

And to see how you and your sister are feeling.

We have each other.

Murdoch: And where was Persephone during all of this?

She was away.

A chaperoned shopping trip in New York.

She's staying with Diana now.

How are they faring?

They're very intelligent young women.

They seem to be coping as best they can.

Lady Diana stated that there was no love lost between her father and father in-law?

The Duke felt the Westerbrooks were social climbers, completely beneath him.

Still, not a very strong motive for a double m*rder.

Well, a man like the Duke derives his self-image almost exclusively from who he is, his title, his position.

If that order was threatened...

He would seek to protect it.

But they were in Muskoka.

It's impossible to travel there and back in one night.

Well, Miss Hart should have completed her post-mortem by now.

I'll have a word with her.

How are you finding Miss Hart in the morgue?

Do you think she's managing well by herself?

Oh, quite well...

though she doesn't have quite your investigative skills.

Yet.

Thank you.

Mr.

Erskine is being very generous.

He is only billing for medical expenses and brake repair.

Your cousin spent $6 on a pair of crutches?!

Are they made of gold?

My client will accept cash or cheque.

I will write a cheque today.

I suppose the mistake started when you hired Henry Higgins-Newsome.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking that he had a natural ability with motor cars.

It's very noble of you to help your friend, but you can't run a charity.

Just look what happened.

It was simple human error.

It was simple, all right.

That's Henry's middle name.

His middle name is Hieronymous, and I'll thank you not to slander my friend.

The man is a menace.

All right, Miss Newsome, on second thought, I won't be writing any cheque today.

Are you saying you won't pay?

I'm saying Henry is an honest man.

If he says he fixed that brake rod properly, then I believe him.

Then we'll see you in court.

We'll take you for every penny you've got.

I'd like to see it.

Do you see that?

Frothy blood in the lungs.

It could be indicative of a cardiovascular disorder in one, but in both?

What else could cause that?

I would say a toxin of some kind.

And you found no evidence of drowning?

Water in the stomach and lungs would indicate drowning, yes.

But I found something else in the stomach: ground glass.

They ate glass?

They're very tiny particles that caused abrasions in the mouth and in the intestines.

And you found no evidence of narcotics?

No.

I've tested for morphine, codeine; I couldn't find a trace.

All man-made.

What of natural toxins?

Venom would paralyze the central nervous system.

That is how they were drowned.

They were paralyzed.

But it would have to be introduced into the blood stream.

Hence the ground glass.

[Phone ringing]

I will need you to find out what was in their system.

Of course, Detective.

City Morgue.

Yes, I will let him know.

They've found the burglar.

Mr.

Pottier.

I've had a look at your fingermarks and they match those found in the Westerbrook home.

Oh, they had me over for tea a few weeks ago.

I don't think so.

I believe you robbed them.

And you are the only suspect in what is now a double m*rder investigation.

Hold on.

What did you say?

Come now, Mr.

Pottier.

Surely, you know the Westerbrooks are dead.

The papers just said that they k*lled themselves.

So, what did you see the night you were there robbing them?

Were you just there for the valuables?

Or...

I never saw them.

So, you were there that night.

[Sighing]

Look, Pauline and me, we had a plan.

The Westerbrooks went to bed at 10 o'clock; I would rob the place at 2 o'clock at night and no one would get hurt.

Did they discover you in the home?

No.

I am telling you, I never saw them.

I didn't even finish the job.

Why not?

I got the silver, and I was gonna go further into the house, up the stairs where Pauline said I could find jewelry, but I saw lights outside.

Lights?

From a motor car.

Coming up the drive.

I got scared, and I went back out the window.

I even broke a vase on my way out.

On my word.

You're a thief.

I still have my word.

So, the car he saw belonged to the k*ller.

I've taken the liberty of speaking with the neighbours.

Nothing.

They appear to have no enemies.

And the family?

Well, they were in Muskoka.

So, the fancy place they most likely stayed at would have had some motor cars, don't you think?

Watts...

do you think one could drive a motor car from Muskoka to Toronto and back in one night?

Difficult.

But perhaps not impossible.

Then let's take the train to this Muskoka property and find out.

There's only the train that you boys took.

Runs morning and afternoon.

And that's how everyone gets here?

Yes sir.

Before, we had a horse and a wagon, but times are changing.

How far could an automobile like this travel?

As long as you've got gas, you know what you're doing, I'd say mighty far.

Cooling the engine, gentle on the brakes, that sort of thing.

Could it make to, say, Toronto and back?

Yeah.

I found four empty gas cans in the back of this one yesterday morning.

It'd be rough going, but...

it could have been that far and back.

And do you know who drove this car?

That's none of my business, sir.

This is official police business.

I saw the Duke leaving the main house by the back door in the evening, two nights ago.

Then I...

saw him coming back, early in the morning.

Woke me up.

Thank you.

Sir Richard: No, I will not go to your Station!

This is a police investigation, sir.

Two people are dead!

They should have got some dogs.

Where were you the night that the Westerbrooks d*ed?

That is my business, none of your concern.

I'll ask you again, sir.

Were you in Toronto?

I am a Duke, and a guest in your country.

That doesn't mean you couldn't commit a crime!

Me?

A crime?

You think I...

We have evidence that a motor car left the Muskoka compound on the night in question.

And it was driven a great distance.

Did you drive it to Toronto?

Diana: How could you?

I beg your pardon?

I knew you didn't like them, but I didn't know the depth of your hatred.

You found out, didn't you?

Found out what?

That they were about to buy the estate next door to yours.

That was the Marquess of Rutchford's estate!

It can't now belong to...

Commoners?

What's next, are you going to try to k*ll me?

That's enough.

Right, Sir Richard, you're coming with us to the Station.

Would you mind?

George?

Why the long face?

[George sighing]

I can't believe how foolish I was with Effie Newsome.

Now, she's going to take me to court.

She doesn't have a case.

I fixed that brake rod.

But how can I prove that, Henry?

Well, it's obvious.

If I fixed it correctly, then this Mr.

Erskine is faking.

So, what?

He orchestrated the motor car accident?

Or there never was an accident at all.

And he's pretending to be injured?

Remember when I sprained my ankle and had to take a week off?

I went to Ottawa to see the Russian circus.

Higgins...

George, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Actually, if you think about it, anything that happens once in your lifetime is once-in-a-lifetime.

You've been talking with Detective Watts too much.

Mr.

Erskine is lying, and we're gonna catch him.

I just received word from the real estate company that the Westerbrooks were dealing with in England.

Had they bought the property?

They received word not to sell the Westerbrooks any property.

Who gave that order?

The request came from the Somerset household.

So, the Duke did know they were trying to buy the property next to his.

Come on.

You can ask the Duchess herself if the Duke was at home.

Where is my husband?

In the cells.

Oh, now really, you don't think...

He refused to cooperate with our investigation.

How could he cooperate?

He knows nothing about the unfortunate events.

Lady Elizabeth, where was your husband three nights ago?

The last night you were in Muskoka.

Well, he was with me, of course.

You're quite sure?

What are you implying?

Ma'am, regardless of your position, we are permitted to ask these questions.

And I have answered them.

Now, I wish to see my husband.

I hope you're prepared to wait.

Perhaps you should return to your suite?

We'll notify you if he gets released.

If?!

I'll be notifying the British Embassy.

Hmph!

Well...

it's been quite a while since I last heard from them.

[Enigmatic music]

Are we sure this is even the right address?

Yes, I looked him up.

Well, we've already missed breakfast.

Are we going to stay so long we miss lunch?

Well, do you want to pay Effie?

Absolutely not.

George!

Look!

My God...

he looks injured to me.

"Looks." Let's follow him.

I suppose you refuse to give us your whereabouts that night because you feel a sense of shame?

Shame?

How dare you!

Who were you with?

A lady of the lower classes?

I assure you, definitely not.

[Sighing]

All right...

I was with a woman, but she is not a tart.

We'll need a name to confirm that.

Good God!

What kind of man do you take me for?

I suppose we'll have to ask someone else.

You've got a look, kid.

Did you ever think about being on the stage?

Sometimes.

I once performed at the local theatre.

That'll be all, Constable.

Have a seat Mr.

Leech.

Tell me what you know about the Duke of Somerset.

Well, we've attended a few functions together.

So, you know him?

Not well.

Where was he three nights ago?

Three nights...

Wasn't he up at some luxurious Muskoka home?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Well, let me say, I'm not the right person to ask about the Duke's nocturnal adventures.

And who is?

The Duke has been seen in the constant company of one particular lady.

Quite taken with her.

My sources say it's exclusive.

Well, do we have to buy a magazine to find out?

Ugh.

Who said that?

Oh, come off it.

Apparently, everyone knew.

That isn't the issue here.

We're trying to confirm the Duke's whereabouts three nights ago.

I can't remember.

Miss Small, I'll remind you that this is police business.

Since when have the police been interested in where dukes spend the night?

Since this particular duke is a suspect in a m*rder investigation.

m*rder?

How exciting.

Were you with the Duke three nights ago?

Fine.

I was.

All night.

In Toronto?

No, in Muskoka.

I was tucked into a little cottage on the grounds.

Don't look at me like that.

A girl's entitled to a bit of fun.

So the Duke never left Muskoka.

No.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would end up here.

That's what happens when you feel you're above the law.

I have one more question, sir.

Fine.

Did you request that a British real estate agency not sell to the Westerbrooks?

I had no idea they wanted to buy land in England.

But I'm glad someone tried to stop them.

So, if the Duke didn't know about the estate...

Then who tried to stop the sale?

[Sighing]

That's not the right venom.

Which one?

Wasp.

And that was the last of it.

I've dosed several rabbits with ant, snake.

Nothing fits.

Come, Miss Hart.

It's time to get out of this morgue.

And go where?

To seek knowledge, beyond that which passeth our understanding.

And where do we find that?

Hetley Street, just east of Jarvis.

Hmm.

Come on, dear.

They do bite, but we keep them locked up.

You're looking well, my friend.

Oh.

It's been a long time, Detective Watts.

Mr.

Sweeting did some undercover work for me years ago.

Ah, yes.

Fraudulent insect sales.

Nasty people.

You're an entomologist?

Not just an entomologist.

Author, explorer, and founder of the British Entomological Society of British North America.

Detective Watts, you're too kind.

So, what do you want?

We have a venom problem.

Go on.

We have to ascertain which venom was used in a double m*rder.

Symptoms?

Paralysis...

Well, that sounds like most venom, given the right quantities.

Well, frothy blood in the lungs.

Hmm.

What did the bite marks look like?

There were none.

It was ingested in large quantities.

Oh.

The victims were given food containing ground glass, to cut the intestine and disperse the venom into the blood stream.

That's terrible.

I've tested bee, snake, wasp, but...

nothing matches.

All Canadian insects?

Yes.

Ah!

Think bigger.

Watts: Bigger insects?

Farther afield, dear Watts.

There's a whole world of poisonous creatures.

Isn't it wonderful, huh?

Mr.

Sweeting, would you happen to know which insect's venom would produce this result?

I'm thinking of something that is easily milked.

To me, it sounds like...

scorpion.

This has the most up-to-date research on their venom.

Mr.

Sweeting, would you mind if we borrow this book?

Not if you promise to come back and visit.

Yeah.

Certainly.

Ahem.

Thank you.

So long.

The venom given to the Westerbrooks was from scorpions.

Why would anyone use scorpion venom?

And who would know how to get it?

Watts: A scorpion expert.

Diana's husband Albert is an entomologist?

Who in fact wrote the book on scorpion venom.

Albert tried to stop his wife's family from buying the estate next to him, and then he k*lled them.

I'm heading straight to the Carlyle to arrest Albert.

I'm coming with you.

[Suspenseful music]

Excuse us.

Police.

Pardon me.

It's the young Earl.

It looks like he jumped out the window.

He must have jumped moments before we arrived.

Are you sure he jumped?

Do you have an alternate theory, Miss Hart?

Well, his wounds are consistent with falling from great heights, but here...

there are several long hairs in his hand.

Well done, Miss Hart.

I've never seen something like that.

Horrible.

It certainly is.

Did you notice the Earl displaying any odd behaviour?

He jumped out a window.

Before that.

I did hear a shout just before it happened.

It sounded like, "NO!" It could have been the Earl.

No one's in the suite.

Did the Earl's family check out?

No.

Hmm.

Were any of them upstairs when the Earl d*ed?

The Duke and Duchess took a train to Hamilton this morning for an outing to the Dundurn zoo.

And his wife?

I think I saw her crossing through the lobby, going up to the suite.

Slim, long neck...

she was wearing a veil, I couldn't be sure.

Thank you.

So, Diana waited for the Duke and Duchess to leave town, then pushed the Earl out the window?

Perhaps he confessed the murders to her.

We need to find her.

Hello?

Lady Diana?

I've looked upstairs.

No one.

It's odd, though.

The rooms which belong to the sisters are so sterile, even by your standards.

No personal effects at all.

A library?

It's an odd room to be locking from the outside.

Perhaps...

it's more than a library.

A classroom?

Look at all these textbooks and composition books: Latin, algebra, geography, it goes on...

Julia did say that the girls seemed to be very well-educated.

If they got through half of these, I would say she's right.

There's one small window.

No distractions.

Watts, according to this log book, the girls spent upwards of 12 hours in this room nearly every day.

I've seen something like this before.

It's used to help correct posture.

It's not something you'd want to use on growing girls, though.

Unless you were trying to raise perfect young women.

This book lists all of the eligible dukes, earls, and princes in England and throughout Europe.

I take it Albert, Earl of Lincoln is there?

He's the only one bookmarked.

And a cataloguing of all of his interests, chief among them...

entomology.

It appears he wasn't the only one with an interest in the little critters.

Albert didn't collect the venom used to k*ll the Westerbrooks.

She did.

Every little thing for their daughters.

Crabtree: Anything?

Higgins: There!

To the right.

What?

What?

To the right!

Ah.

There he is.

Let's make a move.

You lead.

[Suspenseful music]

Look now.

He's still using his crutches, Henry, and we've followed him halfway across Toronto.

He's a fine actor.

Or he's not acting at all.

Look, Henry, I've indulged in this charade all morning.

Perhaps it's time for me to face the facts: this man is actually injured, and I need to pay him.

I'm sorry, George.

I guess I did make a mistake.

I'm such a dunce.

Everybody makes mistakes, Henry.

Hold on...

look.

Why's he going in there?

Why am I here?

Lady Diana.

Please, have a seat.

We have some unanswered questions.

Well, of course.

You both have such lively minds.

Your parents did not commit su1c1de.

They were poisoned.

And the resulting paralysis made it possible for them to be drowned.

Poisoned?

How?

Scorpion venom.

Albert!

Albert k*lled my parents.

Do you know that he was an entomologist?

We do...

but Albert wasn't responsible.

Julia: Your parents worked you very hard, didn't they?

What does that have to do with anything?

I went to your home and saw your study room.

I saw how you were isolated, forced to study, forced to have perfect posture.

I wore that rod every day since my 10th birthday and yes, my posture is perfect.

Were you allowed any friends, Diana?

Interests of your own?

I was bred solely to marry a fine husband.

Did they have similar plans for Persephone?

The man Mother selected for Persephone was three times her age.

And you wanted to stop it.

Why should she have to follow in my path?

I got them the status they wanted.

She deserves a life of her own.

We found these creatures in your room.

Along with the necessary tools to extract their venom.

Albert's interests are my own.

Yes, but you drove that car from Muskoka that night and k*lled them.

It could only have been you.

And then made it appear as though it were a su1c1de.

I couldn't let them destroy Persephone as well.

And Albert?

Did he realize what you'd done?

He was standing in the bedroom window, shouting that I would go to jail and that Persephone would have no one.

I ran towards him...

and pushed.

You wanted to paralyze your parents before drowning them.

But why use scorpion venom?

To frame Albert?

Because it's known as the most rare and expensive liquid in all the world.

Why does that matter?

They always wanted the very best.

I knew that she was desperately unhappy, but to k*ll her own...

She k*lled her parents, but she didn't k*ll her husband.

She just confessed to k*lling him.

Yes, but her confession was false.

He was pushed out the living room window, not the bedroom.

Why would she lie about that?

To protect the one person in this world that she truly cares about.

Constable, you are too much.

You can call me John.

Tell me another...

John.

All right.

Let's see...

A farmer walks into his barn.

Detective.

Constable.

Persephone, please come with us.

Miss Westerbrook, what did your sister tell you about your parents' deaths?

That they committed su1c1de.

They did not.

But that's what she said...

Your sister just confessed to k*lling your parents.

She also confessed to the m*rder of her husband Albert.

That's impossible!

We have an eyewitness description of a woman entering the suite, her hair in Albert's fist, and her confession.

She'll be going to prison for a very long time.

She didn't k*ll Albert...

Why don't you tell us what happened?

My sister told me that I could live with her, now that my parents were gone.

We would travel, just the two of us.

I know she did it, Persephone.

What are you saying?

I woke up one night, in Muskoka.

Diana wasn't there.

I only just realized that was the night your parents d*ed.

That doesn't prove anything.

She k*lled them, and accused my father.

She'll blame me next.

I won't go to prison for a woman that hates me.

Don't talk about Diana like that!

Your sister will hang for what she did!

[Hollering]

[Thudding]

[Exhaling heavily]

My sister was only trying to protect me.

You knew what she did for you, and you were doing the same.

We only have each other.

All our lives, we've only had each other.

We just wanted to be together.

[Soft music]

Ah.

Thank you for coming.

I was pleased you came to your senses.

It's easier not to get the court involved.

Quite right, indeed.

But why did you want to meet here?

Well, actually, Miss Newsome, I was wondering if you would do me the honour?

[Upbeat music playing]

You can call me Effie.

You can call me Constable.

Good!

Let the music move you!

One and two.

Hold it.

Fabulous.

Do you dance, Miss Newsome?

Occasionally.

Please lead us.

Ah.

I do love this song.

Oh, I've never danced to it.

Let me show you.

What?

Just one dance, and then we will conclude our business.

I very much look forward to that conclusion.

I must say, Constable Crabtree, you really are a marvellous dancer.

MARTY?!

Good day, Miss Newsome.

How could you?

Oh, my!

You come with me.

No, you come with me young man!

It's time, Persephone.

Where are you taking her?

Your sister is still a child.

She'll be entering juvenile reformatory.

Can't we stay together?

I'm sorry.

I'll be recommending leniency.

No!

Please, let us stay together!

This is the only choice.

Darling, listen to me.

You must be strong.

Diana!

If I don't see you again...

just know that I tried to make you happy.

And I you.

[Persephone weeping]

It's time.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

[Soft music]

[Persephone weeping]