15x02 - The Things We Do for Love – Part Two

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PINK: What sort of man are you?

What did Miss Fulford ever do to you?

- Answer me.
- She's a paycheque.

She is the mother of a child.

His only parent!

Didn't you say that detective
friend of yours knocked her up?

- Or did I hear that wrong?
- Watch your mouth.

Maybe you play your cards right,

you'll get lucky, too.

Oh! Unless it's past your time.

Ooh!

Freddie.

See about taking Harry
outside for a walk.

Of course.

She's a p*stol.

Oh? Maybe I shouldn't have stopped her.

Well, it's good you did.

She hits harder than you.

Detective, we both know our
current situation is untenable.

Seems like you can keep me here

or k*ll me.

What is your plan?

You said something about a deal.

Let's hear it.

[SOBBING]

[LAUGHS]

Hm.

Come on.

Not too much, or too
quickly. You'll vomit.

And I do apologize, Miss Newsome.

But blood is blood, and my sister
was determined to have George.

- She loves him.
- Love at first sight.

- It was.
- And I wouldn't worry.

You are so smart and talented

there's sure to be another man for you.

- You're mad.
- Don't say that.

Oh, she's just upset.

Anywho, what's done is
done and George and Amelia

are now man and wife.

It was the only thing
I could do to save you.

And this is what you want?

Uh-huh.

Even though he doesn't love you.

Love doesn't always
appear, sometimes it grows.

You won't get away with this.

- So help me!
- Effie. Effie!

Stay where you are, George Crabtree.

Miss Newsome is in no
state to do anything.

And I warn you...

You have only seen my sunny side.

It would be very wise
that you mind your manners.

- What happened?
- Jack Larkin is dead.

I know that. How did that happen?

Ah, Mrs. Hart is investigating.

- Do you think the son did it?
- I think so.

So now he's a m*rder*r because
we couldn't make a case.

What about the woman Larkin was with?

She's recovering but says
she didn't see anything.

So are you going to bring
this Keiji fellow in?

We're looking for him.

No luck at the address he furnished.

Bring the parents in. They'll know.

You sure?

They're already suffering.

They're parents.

They live in a world
of perpetual suffering.

At least that's something you'll
never have to worry about, Watts.

Get on with it.

Wish me luck.

[GASPS]

You tell the Falcones you have Anna,

you lead them to me,

then I won't pursue the matter further.

Providing you furnish me with proof

that Falcone authorized
the m*rder of Anna Fulford.

I can do that.

Good.

- Why are you willing to trust me?
- Oh.

Because if you renege,

or if any harm comes to Anna or the boy,

I'll hunt you down and k*ll you.

[LAUGHS]

Please, just have a seat.

We don't know where our son is.

And our daughter is gone.

Can you please just leave us in peace?

I just need to talk to Keiji.

And I don't know where he is.

Why are you doing this to us?

If your son is a good man,
no harm will come to him.

And sometimes even a good man must k*ll.

Do you think he did it?

He would not do it. He
would not take a man's life.

I know my son.

- Do you have children, Inspector?
- I do. Two boys.

And would you believe
them capable of m*rder?

Take a good look.

The man's name is Keiji
Nakamura, years of age,

of Japanese heritage, so he
shouldn't be hard to find.

If at all possible, bring
him in without harming him.

I need to question him, not arrest him.

[ALL] Yes sir.

- Poor dear had a terrible ordeal.
- I'm bored.

I'm supposed to be on my honeymoon.

I want my new life to start.

CRABTREE: I agree.

Really?

What's done is done.

Perhaps it's time

to introduce my new wife to the world.

Really, George?

I don't think that's a good idea.

I thought you wanted your
sister to begin her new life.

Please, Dorothy. Please!

You don't expect her to live
in this room with me forever.

She comes with us.

- Well, that's not necessary.
- Mm-hm. It is.

And she'll have a g*n in
her back the entire time.

You try even the slightest funny thing

and I'll k*ll her.

Thank you, Doctor Ogden.

We're not out of the woods yet.

But you've given us a chance.

Hello, Beatty.

Andrew.

- This is quite the bloody bother, isn't it?
- Oh, Andrew!

Is this the woman who saved me?

She is indeed. Bless her.

So, is he going to come back?

That's what I'm counting on.

And you trust him?

I'm hoping he fears what I'll do to him

more than the Falcones.

What do you do about him?

Return him to his mother.

Hopefully grant him a normal life.

Are you sure you want
to curse him with that?

As long as he's safe.

What about you?

What about me?

He's your son.

Are you prepared to let
him walk out of your life?

If it means no harm will
come to him, so be it.

I'm sorry, William.

So am I.

All I'm suggesting ladies,

is that I've seen your work and
you're all as capable as any man.

And it's not beyond your
capabilities to become doctors.

And, frankly, the profession
would be better served

with more women in it.

NURSE: But Dr. Ogden, I'd never
be admitted to medical school.

NURSE : She's right.
I wouldn't be, either.

- No!
- Well, with my reccomendation, you might.

Doctor, Doctor! It's Andrew.

Come with me.

Good Lord! Help him.

Nurse, prep for surgery. Get a gurney.

You two, help me with him.

BEATRICE: Will he be all right?

So, when am I getting my bag back?

Rest assured, ma'am, I'll have
your bag to you in a moment.

WOMAN: I've been waiting.

George Crabtree and his harem of women.

Quiet, Dorothy!

This is so exciting.

My new life, a policeman's wife.

Who would have thought?

Dearly beloved...

You!

Come here!

I'll sh**t her!

Dorothy!

Let go of me! Let go of me!

George! George!

Wait!

Georges.

Ah, it's good to see you sir.

I was afraid some ill had befallen you.

Oh, I'm fine. Thank you.

But there is something
I need you to do for me.

That's why I'm here.

Is that your son?

Indeed.

You are a lucky man.

Oh, I would hardly say that.

Well, the circumstance
in which you find yourself

is less than fortunate,
but the fact you have a son

is indeed a good fortune.

- Yes, Georges.
- So, what is it you require of me?

You wish me to escort these
two to the train station?

Oh, ah, no, that will
be my responsibility.

I need you to do something else.

Amelia's behind bars.

Why did you marry her?

It wasn't a real marriage, Effie.

It was ordained by
Higgins, for Pete's sake!

And I did it to keep
you safe and you are now.

- No, I'm not.
- We'll...

we'll find Dorothy.

Maybe you should go
home and get some rest.

George, perhaps you
should have married her.

In earnest.

Then maybe all this would be over.

Effie, I don't think
you're thinking straight.

I suppose I'm not.

Ah, Constable Paul!

Would you escort Miss Newsome home?

Maybe stay with her until I get there?

Of course.

- Let me go! Let me go!
- George.

It's fine.

Drink. You'll feel better.

It's funny. That's all I did last night.

And I don't.

You slept in the alley?

If that's where you found me, yes.

You know Mr. Larkin is dead?

Dead?

Good.

But I did not do it!

I was drinking all night.

Talk to the bartender.

Busy bar.

But with one Japanese man in it.

He'll tell you where I was.

ELIZA: It wasn't him.

You said you didn't get a
good look at the assailant.

That's true.

So, perhaps I should say
I don't think it was him.

Why?

Well, I only had a glance at the person,

but he was much slighter than that man.

You're sure?

No matter what you may
think of Jack Larkin,

I had a great affection for him.

If I thought that was the man
who k*lled him, I would say so.

All right. Thank you.

Detective.

- Yes?
- I talked to the owner of the bar.

He said the Japanese man was
in there until late last night.

- Is he certain?
- He had to throw him out.

That's probably why he
ended up in the alley.

I see. Thank you. Oh!

- Ah, could you escort Miss Day home?
- Of course.

City Morgue.

I don't want to talk
to you, George Crabtree.

- You have to.
- No, I don't.

Mm-mm. I hate you.

You took my heart, and you broke it.

- I had no choice.
- Ooh! How could you lead me on like that?

You're certainly not the
person I thought you were.

Well, nor are you.

I should have made you seek
help the first time we met.

Help? There's nothing wrong with me.

Except you! You could have
taken what I had to offer.

Everything.

Where's your sister?

- How should I know?
- Amelia, any assistance you can give at this point

can only help your cause.

I'm not telling you.

CRABTREE: She didn't do
much to help you, did she?

She sacrificed you while
she made her get away.

Now, where did she go?

♪ Oh where, oh, where ♪

♪ Will Dorothy go? ♪

Amelia.

♪ Oh where,

♪ Oh, where will she be? ♪

♪ With her hair cut long,

♪ Oh, where, oh, where will she be? ♪

MURDOCH: You like science?

I don't know what I like.

I haven't been in school much.

It just looks interesting.

Wait right here.

You don't have to worry.

Nobody's following us.

How do you know that?

I've been watching.

I always do.

My mother told me to always
keep my head on a swivel.

Well, hopefully, you won't
have to do that for much longer.

For you, young man.

Really.

- Thank you.
- You'll be going on a long journey.

You'll need something
to occupy your mind.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

Please. No. No, no.

We did everything we could,

but he began to hemorrhage and
there was no way to stop it.

What am I going to do without him?

Combine these two chemicals

for a great surprise.

Uh, but only do that outdoors.

I would like it very
much if you would come.

As would I.

But I can't.

I have to be certain that you
and your mother are safe first.

What about after you've done that?

There'll be plenty
of time to discuss it.

I've bought two tickets.

I will accompany the boy to New York.

Very good.

I would be forever grateful

if you would see them
both safely to England.

England?

You'll see to the bill?

Of course.

All right.

You'd best be off.

You'll be brave?

I'll write you once I do the experiment.

I would very much like that.

But only once I've told
you it's safe to do so;

not before.

Okay.

I'm glad I met you, Father.

As am I, son.

As am I.

I'm sorry, Detective. I'm
no closer to an answer.

Have you tried
consulting with Dr. Ogden?

- I doubt that'll be necessary.
- I think it is, Mrs. Hart.

Lack of knowledge can only be
remedied by asking questions.

In that way your job is
no different than mine.

If you just give me more time.

I'm sorry, that's something I
don't currently have an excess of.

I could request Doctor Ogden myself

- if you find the matter unpleasant.
- No. I'll do it.

Good.

Detective Murdoch.

Mr. Falcone.

I take it you're enjoying
your time in La Belle Province?

Mr. Rhodes told me you had the woman.

Give her to me.

- I don't think so.
- You didn't hear him.

We're here for the woman.

Drop your w*apon.

Take them in, Georges.

With pleasure.

This one, as well.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm saving your skin, Mr. Rhodes.

Making this look good, huh?

Yeah. All right. All right.

Yeah, it's good.

I see.

They're called osteons.

Oh, yes! I remember.

Both human and animal bones contain them

and in some circumstances,

there's easily
identifiable osteon banding.

In this case, I'd say almost
definitely this is animal bone.

But they said they
cremated their daughter.

Then they were likely lying.

My best guess? This is pig femur.

Thank you, Dr. Ogden.

But I do think I should have known that.

Well, you don't have as many corpses

under your belt as I do.

Not yet, anyway.

This was rather a pleasant
diversion, actually.

- I lost a patient today.
- Oh. I'm sorry.

There was little that could
have been done for him.

I tried.

It failed.

[DOOR OPENS]

Well, have our questions been answered?

- Doctor.
- OGDEN: Gentlemen.

Your suspicions were right, Detective.

What we're looking at here is
an extremely charred pig femur.

Huh. Not human at all, then.

- So, the two of them were lying to you.
- So it would seem.

It would also seem their
daughter is indeed alive.

And now her husband's
dead. Bring them in.

Pressure them into giving
us something useful.

And if they don't?

Charge them with m*rder.

So, the parent should pay
for the sin of the child.

You better tread carefully, Watts.

Mrs. Hart.

- Ah, Doctor Ogden.
- George.

I was wondering if I might
impose on you a moment?

Of course. What do you need?

I'm hoping you'll have a word
with a suspect I have in custody.

Certainly. Who is it?

Until recently, she was my wife.

Well, that may require
further explanation.

Ah... Where shall I begin?

FALCONE: So, tell me...

When did it become a crime
to take a train to Montreal?

When that trip is for the
purpose of committing m*rder.

Oh, good luck proving that.

I have testimony that
posits you commissioned

the m*rder of Anna Fulford.

She isn't dead.

No.

But conspiracy to commit
m*rder is also a crime.

And I have a witness that any jury

would be compelled to believe.

If you go ahead with this,

you're signing the death warrant

for all of those you hold near and dear.

I'm not afraid of you.

Guard!

It isn't me you should be afraid of.

The reach of the Black Hand

extends far beyond these walls.

Good day, Mr. Falcone.

You're risking a lot

for a bastard son.

Amelia.

Who are you?

My name is Dr. Julia Ogden.

That's funny.

- What is?
- A lady doctor.

If we're playing pretend,

then I'm Princess Amelia Ernst.

- OGDEN: Not Mrs. George Crabtree?
- Now, that's not funny.

I was supposed to be
Mrs. George Crabtree

but he deceived me.

But he will love me someday.

Why do you believe that?

When he sees the error of his
ways, he will come back to me.

And if he doesn't come back to me,

then he's in for it.

We'll see to that.

- We'll?
- Mm. Uh-hm.

Dorothy and I.

Fool us once, shame on you.

What makes you think
that George is the one?

Because I read his words.

He is my soulmate.

We are destined to be together.

One way or another.

What do you mean by that?

It means

there are more worlds than this one.

And I don't care

which one we are together in.

You planning on
releasing me anytime soon?

I will.

Not just yet.

I'm uh...

Kind of a sitting duck in here.

Never know who's going to come
walking through those cell doors.

Patience, Mr. Rhodes. Patience.

You had no right to disturb
my daughter's remains.

That is a pig bone, sir.

You did not cremate your daughter.

In fact, I believe
she's very much alive.

That's not true.

I'm afraid it is.

A scientific test has proven that bone

to be animal in nature
and, as the inspector said,

most likely a pig.

What was the nature of your ruse?

Our daughter is dead,
and that man k*lled her.

And the woman before her.

He is the guilty man.

Did you know about this?

So, is this how you want to play it?

Right, then.

All three of you are charged with
the m*rder of Mr. Jack Larkin.

You had all better think
carefully about what you are doing.

I would like to make a formal statement

saying that Station House Four
have entered formal charges

against Mr. Hakuri and Mrs. Yua Nakamura

in the m*rder of Mr. Jack Larkin.

Yes. Thank you. Goodbye.

What are you doing?

I'm letting the press know
that we've done our job.

Formally?

Amelia's not well, George.

She should be in prison for kidnapping.

I'd like to see her committed.

It's possible her
condition is treatable.

And if it's not?

Then the asylum is where she'd reside.

I suppose I should have a
charitable mind about it.

She does have excellent taste in men.

How is Miss Newsome?

She's a bit shaken up
by the whole ordeal.

I can imagine.

Should I reach out to her?

I shouldn't think so.

Effie's made of stern stuff.

A good night's sleep, she'll be fine.

Have you spoken to the detective?

Yes. He found Harry.

Oh, that's good news.

So, he'll be coming home soon?

Yes. I suppose.

What do you want?

A moment of your time.

I have nothing to say to
you. I have a lawyer coming.

Oh? You may want to hold off on that.

And why's that?

Because I'm about to make you an offer

you had best not refuse.

♪

Oh!

[LAUGHS]

The boy can live.

And the woman?

Depends on what you are
prepared to offer me.

If Miss Fulford is granted her freedom,

then I will have no reason to
pursue any matter against you,

or any other member of the Black Hand.

Except Mr. Falcone?

Except Mr. Falcone.

He will be put away for a long time.

Okay.

Then the woman can live.

You can give me this assurance?

The matter of Anna Fulford

is only of concern
to the Falcone family.

The rest of the organization

would rather not be involved
in chasing some silly woman

who did nothing wrong.

You can assure me

that his grievance isn't shared by
any other member of the Black Hand?

If Falcone is out of the picture,

we will wash our hands
of the whole affair.

You have my word.

And what's that worth?

As much as yours.

I wish your son

a long and happy life.

No sign of her, George.

I imagine she's far away from here,

- if she knows what's good for her.
- Right. Higgins, look at this.

- What is it?
- Windsor newspaper archives.

Here's a story about a house fire;

an entire family was k*lled.

Sounds like a shame.

There were two survivors,
a couple of children

that the family took in.

- Uh-huh.
- Twin girls.

- And they m*rder*d the family?
- Well, I don't know.

I suppose it could've been an
accident, but it says here there were

rumblings at the time,
something funny about the fire.

Well, there's nothing
funny about a fire, George.

And I speak from experience.

Ruthie almost b*rned our
house down a few nights ago.

- How?
- Warming milk.

Good Lord. Don't you have
a nanny, or some such?

- She quit.
- And you didn't hire another?

She quit, too.

Ruthie can be quite demanding.

Little Jordan can be
quite a handful, as well.

Jordan?

I don't know where you
came up with that name.

Came to Ruthie in a dream.

So, are you still going to
ask Miss Newsome to marry you?

I don't know, Higgins. Now
hardly seems like the right time.

I think that as long as
those two are out there,

there's never going to be a right time.

Enjoying your grape juice?

You know they didn't do it, don't you?

I don't care.

- Then let them go.
- No. They're up to something.

If they wanted to k*ll Mr. Larkin,

they had ample opportunity.

And so did the daughter.

And up until recently she's
had the perfect alibi: death.

So, what does arresting them accomplish?

If she's a good person
she'll come forward.

The whole of Toronto considers
her parents to be murderers.

Let's see if she can live with that.

And if she can?

I'll let them go. Right
now I'm just fishing.

You're troubled, aren't you?

You're very perceptive.

- You want to talk about it?
- Just leave it, Watts, all right?

Oh, of course.

About time.

Well?

You aren't going anywhere.

We had a deal.

Had.

But I've made another
deal with the Black Hand,

a better deal.

I'll recant everything I told you,

every bit of information I gave you.

You go ahead.

I have others who will swear

that you and Falcone acted alone.

Acted alone about what?

You m*rder*d an innocent woman

and put her body in a barrel of lye

and who knows how many countless
others you did the same to?

We had a deal!

You were going to k*ll my son.

You're a dead man.

We all are eventually, Mr. Rhodes.

Get some sleep.

I hear it's good for you.

Hello.

I would like to see my parents released.

We'll decide that once we
hear what you have to say.

I k*lled my husband, a Mr. Jack Larkin.

And I acted alone.

BRACKENREID: You hardly did that.

Your parents helped you fake your death.

That was only to escape him.

Uh, your family did more than that.

They accused him of m*rder.

He is a m*rder*r. He
k*lled his first wife.

How do you know that?

He told me on more than one occasion.

BRACKENREID: And you
never went to the police?

He would have k*lled me.

So I needed to escape him.

And you had escaped him

and yet you went back to k*ll him. Why?

He b*at me.

Almost every day.

And I let him.

I thought once he was
arrested it would be over

and no woman would
ever have to suffer him.

But then I saw him free.

And with another woman.

I couldn't have that on my conscience.

You should have come to the police.

You had him.

And you did nothing.

Please, let my family go.

They did nothing wrong
except try and save me.

WATTS: What happens now?

We recommend leniency.

A Japanese woman kills a
well-respected white man.

What sort of leniency will be granted?

Hopefully enough to
save her from the noose.

I am in your debt, Georges.

Ah, it was pleasure
enough to be of assistance.

I've told your superior that
you are a most able officer.

Thank you, but that
was hardly necessary.

You are destined for greater things.

I am French, sir.

The position I hold is as
far as I will ever advance.

The Montreal Police is
not favourably inclined

toward its French officers.

Hm. Of course.

I have faced something
similar in Toronto.

The constabulary does not
look favorably upon Catholics.

Hm.

What would a Neptunian make of us?

A Neptunian?

A being from another planet.

What would they think about how
we on Earth are dividing ourselves?

Especially since we are,
essentially, all the same.

But I wonder what Neptunians
think of Venusians?

Ah, not much I would
think. They are a bad bunch.

Would you mind if I
accompanied you to the train?

I would appreciate that.

Have you given much thought to
other species inhabiting this earth?

Like, uh, mermen?

Oh. I think mole men
are far more probable.

I feel that, as well.

If you are ever in Toronto,
there's someone you should meet.

For the journey home.

[SPEAKING FRENCH] Ah, comme c'est bon.

- I have converted you.
- We'll see.

What is it?

You son's in Winnipeg.

- We have friends there.
- Reliable friends.

Is he safe?

As far as we know.

The rest of your payment.

- We haven't brought him back yet.
- I don't want you to.

His life is his own now.

What he does with it,

that's up to him.

I appreciate this.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Stay out of trouble.

HART: Sometimes you don't know how
your day is going to turn, do you?

I didn't expect it to come to much,

but today was a very good day.

I do feel like I'm starting to
fit in with the people I work with.

Julia Ogden helped me with a case today.

Perhaps I'm not infallible,

but she seems not a bad soul at all.

Maybe she just needed a second chance.

Which got me thinking.

We all need a second
chance sometimes, don't we?

Would you like one?

Thank you.

This is our second chance.

How do you feel?

Grateful.

I feel grateful.

Good.

[DISTANT THUNDER CLAPS]

[PANTING AND SOBBING]

[SCREAMS]

- Effie!
- No!

[SCREAMING AND SHUSHING]

- Oh, George.
- You're all right. You're all right.

You're all right.

[DISTANT THUD]

- What was that?
- What?

That noise. George, at the window.

[DISTANT CAT]

Effie.

There's nothing there.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Oh, good Lord.

MURDOCH: Dearest Anna.

I do hope you are settling into
what will be a normal life.

I think the thr*at to you has passed

and you may be able to live in peace.

If there is occasion,

I would dearly love to see Harry again.

Yours, William.

If you would rather I
not send it, I won't.

Of course not, William.

It's clear that you share something.

And he's your son.

He should be a part of your life.

Our life.

Yes. Our life.

Although I'm not sure how
I'd tolerate two of you.

You could.

He has a keen interest in science.

Not much of a surprise.

It's not something I
ever thought I would need.

I've always known that
about you, William.

And I'm glad you have it.

Thank you.

I'm going to get ready for bed.

I'll join you.

I should hope so.

Like this.

[BOTH WHISTLE]

That's very good. Very good.