14x11 - Everything Is Broken (2)

[bunniefuu]

This is the man you saw following you and your mother?

Yeah.

That's him.

And you saw him in Cleveland?

We came here to get your help.

She said we'd have to run away somewhere else.

Montreal, maybe?

Montreal?

And when did you get here, in Toronto?

Tuesday.

Mom wouldn't leave the hotel.

She got Thelma to bring us food.

Who's Thelma?

She's a hairdresser who lives in the hotel across the hall.

When did you last see this man?

Outside the hotel.

He was with another man.

I told my mom and she sent me out to get hair dye.

She was going to disguise herself and we were going to run.

When I got back, the room was empty.

I knew she was dead.

My mom told me if anything ever happened to find Detective Murdoch.

But, when I left, I saw a man in the alley.

He's the one who k*lled her.

I know it.

Your son?

And you never said anything to me.

- I didn't know.

- When?

We weren't together.

It was one night.

On my life.

One night.

And she got pregnant?

Some women are blessed, I suppose.

And he has no one?

Then he comes home with us.

- Until?

- I don't know.

That would have to be up to you.

I'll be living here?

I'll fix you a place to stay.

Do you know for sure that my mother's dead?

Yes.

I'm going to miss her.

I know.

Everything's going to be all right.

RUTH: My goodness, honey.

You didn't tell me that you had a son.

How did you know?

It's obvious.

The eyebrows.

You didn't know.

Oh, oh...

All right, young man, it's time for you to go to bed.

Wow.

That's incredible.

- How does it work?

- The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

No, it doesn't.

Contemplating your final days as a bachelor, George?

Sir, more the rest of my life as one.

She didn't show.

Oh.

I'm sure something came up.

She's very punctual, sir.

Have you anything to brighten my day?

Well, sir, it would appear we have found the boy who sh*t up Arthur Carmichael's restaurant.

Who is the little bugger?

My son.

Sir?

Say that again, Murdoch.

The boy who sh*t up Arthur Carmichael's restaurant is my and Anna Fulford's son.

Ah, sir.

- Congratulations?

- Hm.

If God has a plan, apparently this is part of it.

I doubt God had much to do with it.

- And he sh*t up the place?

- Apparently.

- And he's your son?

- Yes.

His name is Harry and he identified Joe Falcone as the man who had been following he and his mother, Anna.

- And that's who he sh*t at?

- No, no-no.

The man he sh*t at is one Frank Rhodes.

CRABTREE: Well, who's he?

He's reputed to be a "drum and lye" man from New York.

- What do they know about him?

- Mm.

Very little.

So all he is to us, at the moment, is a victim.

Do you know where he's staying?

I don't have an address.

But apparently Mr. Rhodes considers himself something of an epicurean.

Epicurean?

Well, we'll check the stables, riding academies.

Nope, that's not what that...

It appears Arthur Carmichael's restaurant is a haunt of choice.

Bring him in.

Murdoch, congratulations.

Oh, yes.

Sir, I was hoping I could try to find Effie.

Yes, yes.

BOTH: Detective?

WATTS: Well, congratulations.

Oh, yeah.

- Hm.

- Dorothy.

- Oh?

- Is Effie in?

No.

She had to go out of town.

To see a client.

Right.

You didn't mention...

I didn't mean to.

But she could tell I was hiding something and then she just wouldn't stop asking questions about Emily Grace.

- Emily Grace?

- Yes.

Well, I said that she wasn't an option, so you were going to marry Effie instead.

- You said what?

- I see now that I have messed this up.

I'm sorry.

Where is she?

- Belleville.

- Belleville.

Where her ex-husband lives.

She wouldn't.

Although he is very good-looking.

Here, she left this for you.

- Thank you, Margaret.

- Where is she?

- In what is now, apparently, her bed.

- Oh.

- Hello.

- Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Inspector Brackenreid's wife.

Margaret knows a lot about raising children.

- Mm.

- Do you see any children around here?

Oh, now, Ruth.

I am here because I know exactly what you're going through and I want you to know that everything is going to be just fine!

You will have moments of self-doubt, whether or not you're doing the right thing.

Doing what right thing?

Well, raising the child.

Uh, feedings, changing nappies.

No, no, no.

I'm not worried about that.

No, I've already hired the nurse, the nannies and, after that - oof - off to boarding school.

Then, Ruth, what is it you're so afraid of?

- The birth!

- Oh, Ruth!

Honey.

No-no-no-no.

It's huge.

- And it's about to come out.

- Mm-hm.

I've given birth twice and I won't kid you: it's the worst pain you will ever feel.

But it will be over in less than hours.

- hours!

- Oh, my.

MARGARET: Possibly more.

It is your first birth.

Oh, and who is this little man?

Harry, would you like to go get a candy apple?

Okay.

We'll leave you to it.

Detective Murdoch's child.

Not hers.

Oh?

So, did you catch your sh**t?

We did.

It's quite something.

Little kid comes in and starts sh**ting up the place like he's Jesse James.

When you're done with him, send him my way.

I could use him.

We're looking for a Frank Rhodes.

He's not here.

You'll alert us the next time that he is.

I will not.

He's responsible for a woman's death.

Oh, I'd bet more than one.

But he's also a valued customer.

You will shut your mouth and do what you are told.

WATTS: Detective.

Mr. Frank Rhodes just walked in.

- Mr. Rhodes.

- That's me.

Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

We'd like a word.

You don't like it?

No.

It's good.

You all right?

I should be helping Detective Murdoch.

- Detective Murdoch is very capable...

- But I could help.

These are very dangerous people.

I know.

I've been hiding from very dangerous people my whole life.

You're just a child.

I'm a boy, not a baby.

Harry...

Harry, Harry...

Stop.

BRACKENREID: Have you read the letter?

I confess I haven't yet, sir.

I've experienced rejection in so many forms, I thought I would forestall this one a while.

There may be a very reasonable explanation, Crabtree.

Constable.

Your superior and I need a word.

S'all right, Crabtree.

I'm surprised to see you, Tom.

I'd heard you'd retired.

I don't like being pushed.

DECKER: They dangled a sweet carrot.

You prefer the stick, I guess.

And you have the stick, do you?

I have no power over you, Tom.

But I know people in the Don.

It's a rough place if you cross the wrong bloke.

Find your throat slit for a wink.

Anything, and I mean anything, happens to my son and I'll k*ll you.

Just walk out the door.

Never need worry.

Finger marks.

It's very clever, Detective.

Well?

Your finger marks are not a match for those found on the oil drum in which Anna Fulford's body was found.

- Why would they be?

- You have a reputation, Mr. Rhodes.

Rumour has it that you like to use a steel oil drum and a quantity of lye.

Good thing you can't be hanged for a rumour.

It's a good thing that your associate didn't seal the drum properly, or we may never have found Miss Fulford's body.

I have no associates.

You may think you're clever, but you're not clever enough to get away with this.

You k*lled Anna Fulford and I will not sleep until I see you hanging by your neck.

That's too bad.

Sleep's good for you.

Murdoch, blimey, that's enough!

Thank you, Inspector.

Another word out of you and I'll knock your teeth out.

McNab, take him to the cells.

I apologize, sir.

I lost my temper.

He all but confessed to k*lling her.

We still need to prove it.

The finger marks don't match.

All we've got is the boy's word and rumours.

I'll send constables to re-search.

I'll do it myself.

We'll find something.

Hopefully before he's on the train back to New York.

Chin up, you old mucker.

It's a strange feeling.

What's that?

Meeting your husband's child.

Yes, I suppose so.

Oh, I don't mean to suggest our situations are the same.

No, they are.

He had a child with another woman before we married.

Exactly the same.

I'm sorry to pry.

William and I were going to adopt...

I want to adopt him.

What?

Julia!

He's an orphan, William.

He has no other home.

Ye... yes, but we don't know anything about him.

All we do know is that he's the progeny of two bank robbers.

William, criminality is not heritable.

You yourself are hardly your father's son.

Well...

He took a shine to me, William.

I think, in some way, this might be meant to be.

You've always wanted children.

Yes, but not this way.

Then how?

He would have belonged to both of us equally.

But that didn't work out as we hoped.

You have to look your best, little man.

You're about to meet someone very special.

- Mr. Connor.

- Detective Murdoch.

He is a miracle.

Your son, Roland, he's a lovely little man and it's been our honour to care for him.

You are the very best of people.

I have some things for him that you might find useful.

I'll arrange to have them sent over.

I cannot thank you enough times.

I wish you a long and happy life together.

I was hoping we might try again but time just...

[RUTH SCREAMS]

Ruth?

- Are you all right?

- Oh my, oh my, oh my, it... it's happening!

It's happening!

How wonderful!

- Let's get you to the hospital.

- No-no-no-no!

No, I'm not going anywhere.

You, you're to deliver my baby.

- Ruth, I'm not an obstetrician.

- I don't care!

Oh, wh... where is Henry?

I...

I need my Henry!

- We can do this.

- Where is Henry!

I'll call the station house.

All right, dear.

Oh, gosh, I think I wet myself.

Oh, I can help.

EFFIE: Dearest George, I am so sorry to leave you with only this letter.

Please know that I loved you with all my heart.

You made me happier than anyone ever has.

But I cannot marry someone whose heart belongs to another, however impossible, or remote.

It's a flaw in my nature that I can't accept being second best.

I think you know this about me.

So, I have taken the coward's way out.

I have left the city and will not return.

You're a wonderful man, George.

You have such a big heart.

You deserve someone big enough to fill it.

With all my love, Effie.

- What's that?

- Higgins.

It's from Effie.

She's gone.

I'm sorry, George.

Newsome women can be maddening, to be sure, but they are always direct.

I would have expected Effie to tell you to your face if she was leaving.

You have a good point there, Higgins.

And Effie Newsome is the farthest thing from a coward.

- Constable!

- Hm?

You made up with your wife yet?

What is it to you?

Well, perhaps you'd best.

Just got a telephone call from Doctor Ogden...

Henry, your wife is having your baby.

What?

She said she never wanted to see me again.

I...

I...

Damn it, I don't care!

You're look especially morose, George.

- Effie rejected my proposal for marriage.

- Mm.

One day you'll consider yourself lucky.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

That's it, Ruth: now push.

Push!

Make it stop.

- Make it stop.

- You've only had two contractions, dear.

Ruthie!

- Henny Penny!

- Oh, no.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

All right now, push.

Push, again, push!

- Oh, dear Lord, it's coming.

- Oh.

Ruth, you did it!

[BABY CRYING]

That wasn't so hard.

You've done it!

Oh, ew.

Oh!

Oh dear.

Oh, Miss Hart.

I wonder if you could secure me a table at your husband's restaurant?

Of course.

You seem in good spirits today.

Well, I suppose I've come to terms with something that has cast a pall over these last weeks.

Your heartbreak.

- You've heard.

- You and I both.

Has the glow of your recent nuptials dimmed?

That's a kind way of stating it.

You may be able to procure an annulment.

I can't.

I have everything I want.

And even in this short time, I have become dependent on it.

Ooh.

I do not envy your situation, Miss Hart.

I recently identified the one problem with love.

Hm.

And that is?

Love requires vulnerability.

A relationship, by its very nature, demands dependency.

But that means your emotions, your happiness, your very identity, are in the hands of someone else.

And the solution?

Self-reliance.

If you aren't dependent on anyone,

- you can't be hurt.

- Correct.

I no longer look for love, or companionship.

Instead, I seek joy in myself.

Hm.

And I must say, I do enjoy the company.

- Hmm...

- And Mr. Higgins passed out?

- Dropped like a ton of bricks.

- Oh, my.

Oh!

You wanted to see us?

I'm standing down.

I don't understand.

You were going to fight this.

We were going to fight this.

You can't sacrifice something we can fix together.

There's no fixing this, Nomi.

What happened, Thomas?

Nothing.

I've made up my mind.

I've put in for retirement as of the end of today.

- Oh, Thomas!

- That's enough, Margaret.

I won't hear another word of it.

Ruth?

I know you're furious.

Frankly, your fury terrifies me, but I am this baby's father.

And I want to be a part of his life.

And your life.

I want to be a part of our life

- that we've been building together...

- Shh.

She's sleeping.

She?

- It's a baby girl?

- Yeah.

Our baby girl.

She is the most precious baby girl in the whole world.

Here, it's okay.

Yeah, yeah.

[KNOCK ON THE DOOR]

- Well, I can take her.

- Oh, no, it's not necessary, Dolores.

- I don't mind.

- You're dismissed.

- She's beautiful.

- I know.

Right.

Now we're ready to begin.

You didn't have to get this for me.

Of course I did.

What shall we make?

How about the Tower Bridge?

Mm?

How are the happy couple?

Happy.

Now, as with any large-scale construction project, we need to begin with a strong foundation.

I think I might get some air.

Oh, that will do also.

Don't you ever tire of the stench of death?

- To what do I owe the pleasure?

- The brutish actions of your detective.

He manhandled me in front of my employees.

My inferiors.

I will not stand for this humiliation.

- What do you want me to do about it?

- Help me get revenge.

You have information on him, don't you?

I promised I wouldn't use it.

It could cost me my job.

So, you would pick your vocation over your husband.

My vocation gives me pleasure.

Something my husband seems unable to provide.

Is that so?

You best remember that I can change the circumstances of your life with the wave of a hand.

Have you made a decision regarding the Board's recommendation?

I have.

And?

You win.

I'll be resigning my position as inspector effective immediately.

I want you to know we take no joy in this, but you're doing the right thing, Inspector.

The Toronto Constabulary has certain standards.

Right then.

What do I need to sign?

CRABTREE: Here's the letter I received.

Here are some examples of Effie's handwriting.

Now, uh-uh-look at the G here compared to here.

The swoop of it.

Don't you think this one looks less...

Less swoopy?

I'm sorry, George, but this handwriting is a match.

Why does this always happen to me?

EDNA: Dear George.

The fates are against us.

Perhaps they always were.

I'll never forget what you did for us.

Please forgive my doing what I must...

NINA: ... and a wife and a family.

And I think that's lovely, but...

I'm not going to be able to give you that.

How do you know I wouldn't give that up for you?

If you wanted just me, you would have said yes to Paris.

The ring said the rest.

I thought Effie was different.

A defence firm in London wants me to sail immediately.

- You're leaving Toronto?

- No.

I've refused.

Instead, I've convinced them to open a branch in Canada.

Or, rather, I will convince them.

There's a lot of crime here.

As soon as they see the statistics, they'll see that I'm right.

And if they don't?

I don't understand the question.

Well, if you're staying around, then perhaps you and I could have dinner, or something.

Are you courting me?

- I suppose...

- Good.

Then let's start with lunch.

You are a remarkable woman, Miss Newsome.

Remarkable how?

Remarkably tall, for one thing.

It's not me that's big, George.

It's the world that's small.

I love her.

I mean, I've loved others, but Effie and I...

It made no sense at all and, at the same time, made all the sense in the world.

It maddens me that she doesn't know that.

Then you need to find a way to tell her, George.

Some things are worth fighting for, right to the end.

It seems the inspector's stepped in it again.

You'll have the rest of the day to gather your belongings and say your goodbyes.

But first, I'll need you to hand over your badge.

Right.

Inspector?

This doesn't concern you, Detective.

- You'll be briefed later.

- Chief Constable, are you relieving our inspector of his badge?

I am.

Well, then, you'll be taking mine as well.

Ah, yes.

And mine.

Mine too, sir.

CHIEF: Well, can't have the whole station resign.

Especially Murdoch.

- You can stay.

- BRACKENREID: Not without assurances.

Assurances of what?

The only reason I was considering resignation is because Inspector Decker threatened my son's safety.

I don't know anything about that.

Promise me he won't come to any harm.

You have my word.

My name is Constable Henry Higgins and I tender my resignation, sir.

Good for you.

You'll be late for your own funeral, Higgins.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Don't be.

Your gesture was appreciated.

I hear you had a baby girl.

- I did.

- Congratulations.

Sit down, Henry.

We'll be drinking the good stuff tonight.

Did these belong to my mother?

Yes.

This isn't hers.

It's covered in cat hair.

Must be Thelma's.

She was nice to us.

Can we take it back to her?

Oh, uh, it's late.

Please.

You would have to stay by my side the entire time.

- I will.

- All right.

Get your coat.

- Julia?

Harry and I are...

- I heard.

Everything all right?

Yes.

Julia, I know you well enough to know when you're lying.

What is it?

You're just so...

Happy.

I feel like I'm living a life that's not my own.

- He needs me right now.

- I understand that.

It's just...

I wanted to be the mother of your child.

Julia, this is quite a lot.

Are we expecting someone?

Yes, we are, William.

- You don't mean...

- I do.

It actually worked?

We're having a baby.

Oh, oh!

- Oh!

- Oh, I'm very sorry.

Are you all right?

- Of course.

I'm not made of glass.

- I...

I...

I don't know what to say, uh...

I love you.

I love you, too, William.

And I couldn't be happier.

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

It's the fourth month.

It's maternal causes...

DOCTOR: There's no need for her husband to see this.

[SOBS] I tried so...

I tried so hard.

And... and now you have a child with another woman.

- And he's the son you've always wanted.

- Julia, he is our son.

HARRY: Ready to go?

Hm...

- Tomorrow may be better.

- No, William.

Go now.

He wants to do a good thing.

Julia, I love you just as I always have.

Oh, uh...

uh...

- Llewellyn, what are you doing here?

- I...

Dropping off your wedding gift.

You came all the way here to drop off a wedding gift?

- It's not far.

- For a wedding I told you I didn't want to go through with.

Just here with a gift.

Hm.

I don't believe you.

I should go.

You're getting married tomorrow.

All the more reason you should stay.

Sir, Thelma Hughes isn't here.

And her room's in a state of disarray.

- Where's Harry?

- Uh, the cat was hungry.

He's feeding it.

- This is curious.

- What's that?

Harry was sent to the store.

He said he purchased one bottle of hair dye.

There is a second, open bottle here.

Perhaps he made a mistake.

Unlikely, I suppose, being your son.

George, I'd like you to collect Julia and have her meet Harry and I at the station house.

- I'll bring Harry.

- What's going on?

- Just, please.

- Right.

She sent her son to get the hair dye.

But her neighbour returned home first.

She was a hairdresser.

She lent her some.

Rhodes k*lled them both.

There was only one body in the barrel.

Thelma Hughes.

Anna could still be alive.

Mother wrote in this book every day.

She had stacks and stacks of them.

What did she write?

Just things that came into her head.

She'd say funny things.

A lot of bad jokes.

You must be sad.

It would make sense.

Rhodes k*lled Thelma by mistake.

He thought it was Anna, had the correct address, but didn't know what Anna looked like.

Miss Fulford put her earrings in the drum with the body.

To make it appear as though she were dead.

But her finger marks are on the lid.

Well, I...

I just want you to know that William...

- your father and I...

- I'm going to go find the water closet.

Well, then, where is she?

She take a flyer?

The woman I know wouldn't abandon her son.

A moment, sir.

Where's Harry?

He went to the water closet.

What's going on?

Anna Fulford might still be alive.

Do the people who were looking for her know that?

We don't know.

What do we do?

Do we tell Harry?

Julia, he's gone.

What was the last thing he was doing right before he left?

He was looking at Anna's journal.

What was he up to?

He was there when I found the second bottle of hair dye.

He knew that Thelma's cat hadn't been fed.

He put it together?

He's a chip off the old block, Murdoch.

Look, sir.

Missing page.

Rue Saint-Mathieu, Montreal.

Clara!

Get dressed and get out.

I'm...

I'm so sorry, Clara.

Oh-oh, God, I'm so sorry...

I...

I don't know what to say.

- Get out.

- You deserve to be with someone who will love and cherish you.

I am marrying you.

I said get out!

I am with child.

And I will have a husband.

And, after we're married, you can engage in whatever filth you like.

- Do you like it?

- It's very nice.

You look most handsome.

I should be more grateful for all that you've done for me.

So, I got you something.

percent pure.

I'll get your pipe.

I'm going to try harder to be a proper wife.

Not too proper, I hope.

I'll be as improper as you'd like me to be.

BRACKENREID: What are you two doing here?

I thought we could all go out for a meal.

- As a family.

- Well, that sounds lovely.

- [PHONE RINGS]

- Oh, excuse me, ladies.

Inspector Brackenreid.

When?

Is Bobby all right?

Who assigned him to the same cell?

Was it Decker?

Thomas, what's going on?

Bobby was att*cked by another prisoner.

- Is he all right?

- He's fine.

- But he's escaped.

- And what happened to the other prisoner?

He's dead.

Thomas, where are you going?

To have words with a fellow colleague.

What have you done to me?

I can't move.

I did say it was % pure.

The one remaining percent was curare.

Hence your lack of mobility.

What do you want from me?

I think it's time we re-evaluate the nature of our relationship.

I am the lady of the house.

CONDUCTOR: Train to Montreal on track two, now boarding!

So, you're going on a hunch.

He's my son, Julia.

I have to find him.

And his mother.

If she's alive, yes.

TONY: Frank got on the earlier train with the kid.

And if she is, will you come back?

Of course.

Even if it means leaving your son behind?

FALCONE: So, we got the figlio, we got the papa, all we need now is the mama.

If she's still alive.

They wouldn't be leaving if she wasn't.

Let Flavio know I'm going be in Montreal in the morning.

What do you want me to do about her?

Nothing.

For now.

[MUTTERING]

There's...

No.

[DISTANT LAUGHING]

[VOICES AND LAUGHTER]

- George.

- Miss Ernst.

I'm glad you're still here.

- Uh, I didn't mean to interrupt.

- Oh, I'm alone.

Can I help you with anything?

Yes, I'm looking for Mr. Roderick's address.

I think Effie might be there.

I need to speak with her.

I don't think you should, George.

She...

she...

she's gone for good.

She packed up shop and she fired me.

Why would she do that, Dorothy?

Why would she close her practice?

George, I don't think Effie Newsome's somebody you want to be spending your time with.

She's not who she says she is and she's not a good person.

Why don't we go get a drink?

I'm a very good listener.

I swear, you'll...

You'll feel better.

I promise.

I'll go get my hat.

EFFIE: You made me happier than anyone ever has...

But I cannot marry someone whose heart belongs to another.

You've such a big heart.

DOROTHY: You deserve someone big enough to fill it.

Are you ready, George?

You wrote the letter.

Geor...

no, I didn't.

You're trying to tear Effie and I apart, aren't you?

In fact, you're Amelia, aren't you?

I knew it.

I've known it all along!

I'm not, George, I swear.

- Where is Effie?

- I don't know.

You're lying!

Tell me!

Let go of my sister, George.

You?

- She made me do it.

- She's lying.

Eh, fine.

Maybe I am.

Hm.

Where's Effie?

You told me to create my own destiny.

My own story.

[LAUGHS]

You remember that, don't you?

And you are the star of my story, George.

- And we better start writing it.

- Ah!

She's so romantic.

Thank you.

Just tell me where she is.

Where no one will ever find her.

Boo.

Help!

Help!

Help, help!

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