The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s02e11 Episode Script
Let Us Ask the Maiden
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"subsequent
to I"
"My dear Enid.
After careful consideration
regarding events
preceding and subsequent to"
Amen.
If you're going to pray
in this synagogue, do so properly.
Nathan!
Nathan!
Nathan, what is it?
What's wrong with that boy?
Nathan, what's happening to you?
Nathan!
"My dear Enid.
I should like to apologize
if during the investigation into"
What are you chuntering on
about, Murdoch?
Ah. Sir.
I didn't hear you.
I-I'm, uh, attempting
to compose a letter
but having some difficulty.
Are you, now?
Well, I'm a bit of a wordsmith,
you know.
It's rather personal.
Ah, a love letter.
Well, I'm a bit of an expert
in that field as well.
It's a letter of apology, sir.
Apology?
Who to?
Mrs. Jones.
For involving her and her son
in the telegraph murder case
and for using her as,
well, frankly, sir, as bait.
Murdoch, if you don't mind
a small observation
from someone who knows a thing or two
about women --
try flowers.
Beg your pardon, sirs.
We've just had a report
of a murder in the Ward.
The Ward?
Oh, bloody perfect.
Well, good luck trying to get
a straight answer
out of those people,
me old mucker.
What have we, George?
Sir, the victim is a young man
by the name of Nathan Siebold.
Apparently dropped dead
while praying.
The body?
This way.
It was so horrible.
Confusing.
He just collapsed.
Had Mr. Siebold been ill?
For the last couple of weeks,
he didn't seem well.
Isn't that right, Sam?
I see.
Two weeks.
That's a rather long time.
I thought he was fasting.
But now
And who reported the murder?
Murder?
What are you talking about?
Someone reported a murder.
Who was it?
Well, gentlemen,
you leave me no choice.
No one leaves.
I'll need to question
everyone here.
Detective, there's no need.
I can tell you
who the killer is.
Oh, you can?
Yes.
It is that book.
That book killed him.
In my experience,
books don't kill people, Rabbi.
No, not literally.
But this book is forbidden.
It drives men mad.
Isn't it simply a Hebrew version
of the Bible?
You mean the Torah.
No, it most certainly is not.
That book is part of the Zohar.
The most dangerous part.
Zohar.
But I thought it was
a commentary on the Torah.
It is, and much more.
There are people like Nathan
who believe hidden within it
is the key
to accessing the powers
that created the universe.
Mm.
Fascinating.
But what has that to do
with Nathan's death?
The boy was obsessed by it.
He stopped sleeping.
Was fasting.
So much so, it killed him.
Jewish whiskey.
Can I pour you one?
Not while I'm on duty.
Thank you.
Why was Nathan so fascinated
with this power?
Ah, Detective.
I have no idea.
As far as I was concerned,
he was a kofer.
What you would call a heretic.
Whatever it was
he was searching for,
we know where it led.
Mm.
If you felt that strongly
about him,
then what was he doing here?
Trouble getting a minyan lately.
Uh, 10 men for prayer.
Last couple of weeks,
Nathan was here quite often.
Against my wishes,
I don't mind telling you.
If you didn't invite him,
then who did?
Sam Fineman.
You met him earlier.
The young one.
Gentlemen, I will not ask you
again to step aside!
Please, Constable,
there's no need for confrontation.
George, what's the problem here?
Sir, they won't allow Dr. Ogden
to remove the body.
Remove the body?
Who is this woman?
Rabbi, this is Dr. Julia Ogden
with the coroner's office.
Rabbi, I need to remove
Mr. Siebold's body
in order to perform
a postmortem examination.
That is impossible.
Jewish law forbids it.
Actually, Rabbi, I'm familiar
with Jewish law in this regard.
And in the case
of suspicious deaths,
postmortems are permitted.
Fine.
As long as someone stays with it
at all times.
To protect the body from evil.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Nathan!
Oh, no.
No, no.
Uh, ma'am, please.
- Come on.
- Don't touch me!
Devra.
- You're to blame for this.
- Please, Devra. You're not well.
Dr. Goldberg.
Is this woman in your care?
Indeed she is, Dr. Ogden.
I'm afraid she must return
to her bed at once.
Come along, now.
Let's go, my dear.
Come on.
Going back up now.
Excuse us, please.
Her name is Devra Begelman.
And what she said meant nothing.
It --
Well, it did mean something.
Just not the something
you think it means.
I'm not sure I follow that.
I'm not sure it can be followed.
Six months ago,
Nathan came to me
claiming he and Devra
were engaged to be married.
He said he had an agreement --
uh, some contract.
Did you see this contract?
Of course not.
It doesn't exist.
Besides, Jewish law doesn't permit
such things because of --
- Rebekah.
- Rebekah?
- From the Old Testament?
- The Torah.
In the Torah, a servant of Isaac's,
upon seeing Rebekah,
asks her family
if she can become Isaac's bride.
And they say,
"Let us ask the maiden."
Precisely.
How modern.
And it is this idea,
that the woman's approval must be asked,
that has been followed
ever since.
So, of course, when the boy came to me
with this story of his
I had to say no.
Yet clearly Miss Begelman
had feelings for Mr. Siebold.
I would have to agree.
Why did they not simply marry?
Because she had already agreed to marry
someone else.
She was betrothed?
To whom?
Simon Goldberg?
The doctor?
He's got to be 25 years
her senior.
Still, nothing odd
about an older man
and a young girl, I suppose.
No, but Miss Begelman's reaction
would suggest
that she and Nathan Siebold
were more than just friends.
A love triangle.
Possibly.
So the boy goes off tomcatting,
picks the wrong lass,
and jealous fiancé
doesn't appreciate it.
You'd better look into this.
Right away.
Oh, and, Murdoch,
tread carefully.
Carefully, sir?
There's two kinds of Jews
in this town, Murdoch.
There's this new lot,
fresh off the boat.
They stick to themselves.
Then there's the old generation
from England.
Moneyed, with powerful friends.
Simon Goldberg is one of those.
I'll keep that in mind.
Sir.
You have a visitor.
Rabbi, please.
May I remind you
that every drop of blood
must be preserved because --
The body must be buried whole and intact
and as quickly as possible.
Yes.
Rest assured, Rabbi, I will
take good care of Mr. Siebold.
The flowers you sent
were beautiful.
Well, I hadn't heard from you
in some time
and felt as though
I should apologize for --
William, there was no need.
I was merely thinking.
Enid
I should never have involved you
in the case against --
Oh, no, please.
T-There's no need
to apologize for that.
Well, I feel as though I should
apologize for something.
I do believe
that's the first smile
I've seen from you in some time.
I worry for you.
For your safety.
St. Michael.
The patron saint of policemen.
Would you keep it, for my sake?
Absolutely.
Hello.
Detective William Murdoch.
We're here to see
Miss Devra Begelman.
Nice area.
The Begelmans have
a lovely house.
You'll have a nice home
of your own someday, George.
Huh.
Not on $1.20 a day, sir.
Yes?
Dr. Goldberg, isn't it?
And you are?
Detective William Murdoch.
And this is
Constable George Crabtree.
We're here to see Miss Begelman.
I'm afraid that she's not
up to visitors, Detective.
That's fine.
We'll speak with you, then.
This is not a good time.
Detective, you must understand that --
Detective!
She's delirious.
Take her arms.
You tried to keep us apart!
But she's mine!
She'll die without me!
Don't you see?!
Who is she referring to?
No!
Don't you see?!
Roll up her sleeve.
Sir, I think she thinks
we're trying to kill her.
What are you injecting her with?
It's a sedative.
You can't stop our love.
You can't stop it!
Shh.
Rabbi, I believe I know
what caused Nathan's death.
But to confirm it, I'll need to perform
one last procedure.
So what's stopping you?
You've already gone this far.
It requires tissue to be dissolved
in sulfuric acid.
A fingernail would do.
I suppose in the eyes of God
a fingernail, more or less
what's it gonna matter?
How long has she been like this?
Over a week.
She started complaining
of headaches.
Nausea.
Clearly, she's suffering
from a very serious fever.
Cholera, I suspect.
Now come these damn hallucinations.
My superstitious coreligionists
would put it down
to the work of a dybbuk.
A dybbuk?
A demon.
If she is possessed by a spirit,
it's likely that
of Nathan Siebold's.
Wouldn't you agree, Doctor?
No, I certainly would not.
Still, you must realize
how it appears.
How does it appear?
That your fiancée
and Mr. Siebold were involved.
I assure you, Detective,
Devra and I are quite happy.
Perhaps.
But it would be best
if Miss Begelman could confirm that.
As you well know,
that is not possible.
Perhaps her father can, then.
Good day, Doctor.
Nathan?
Nathan?
It's all right, my dear.
Everything's going to be fine.
You just need to rest.
Ah.
Detective William Murdoch.
Here to see Mr. Begelman.
Is busy.
You don't want to make us
ask you twice.
Constable, I don't think
that will be necessary, right?
You're quite mistaken, Detective.
Dr. Goldberg had nothing to do
with that boy's death.
You deny Nathan Siebold
and your daughter were involved?
Uh, Devra is young
and impressionable.
Nathan insinuated himself
in her mind somehow.
He probably used
that meshugga book on her.
Why would Nathan do that?
He wanted a better life.
That's why we all came
to this country.
But getting it through my daughter,
that's not right.
That's very good, Morris.
Constable, this would look
very good on you.
What's your favorite color?
Well, I've been told green
makes my eyes come out.
Uh, but as an officer
of the law,
I can't accept such gifts,
as handsome as they are, thank you.
Don't get me wrong, Detective.
I liked Nathan.
He worked hard.
All my people work hard.
Nathan worked for you?
Yes.
That's how he and Devra met.
He was a good boy.
But that book --
It affected his mind.
Oh.
Uh, something's come up.
Will you excuse me?
George, speak with the workers.
See what you can find out
about Nathan Siebold.
Sir.
Sam Fineman.
I already told those coppers
back at the synagogue
everything I know.
Did they ask you
about the relationship
between Nathan and Devra?
First I heard of it.
You mean Nathan never told
his best friend that he was in love?
We just worked together.
That's not what I was led
to believe.
Then you were misled.
You know of anyone who might have wanted
to harm Nathan?
Nobody I know.
Simon Goldberg, perhaps?
Look, I told you --
I don't know anything.
If you don't mind,
I got to get back to work.
Begelman only pays by the piece.
Oh, so you can't really tell?
All right.
George, find out anything?
Sir, very little.
Apparently, Mr. Siebold
liked to keep to himself.
The only person he really chatted with
was Sam Fineman.
Who just led me to believe
he barely knew Nathan.
I suspect Mr. Fineman
knows more than he's saying.
Chained shut.
Sir, it's a sweatshop, isn't it?
Probably.
Ah. Detective.
- Constable.
- It's Dr. Ogden, sir.
She needs to speak with you urgently.
It's black.
There's no question of it.
Nathan Siebold died
of arsenic poisoning.
How was it administered?
The poison had seeped
into every organ.
Suggesting he had been exposed to it
for some time.
Exactly. Perhaps in his food
or drink or a place he visited.
Or something
he came in contact with.
Quite possibly.
May I borrow this?
Why, of course.
Right, then.
So this is your theory, Murdoch --
The book killed him.
Nathan handled it constantly.
He could have easily transferred
the poison
from his fingers to his mouth.
I suppose we'd best be checking
with the local chemists
to see who's been purchasing arsenic.
The men are already doing so.
And the motive?
I still suspect a love triangle.
Can we even prove there was one?
Nathan Siebold's entire life
was contained in this book.
I'm hoping that these letters
and documents
will offer some concrete proof.
It's all in bloody Jewish.
Yiddish, sir.
And you're conversant, no doubt.
No, I am not.
So while I await
my test results,
I shall consult someone who is.
Why me?
Because I need someone I can trust
to translate those words.
And you were his friend.
I told you, I just --
I know. I know.
You only worked with him.
Why won't you help me?
Mister, when is the last time a cop
helped someone around here?
Mr. Fineman,
your friend is dead.
Right.
A murder.
That's the only thing
that brings you to the Ward.
I'm here now.
And if you don't help me,
Nathan's killer
could walk away a free man.
I got to get back to work.
It was you that called
the station, wasn't it?
You reported the murder.
The first time I saw this,
I took it for the Star of David.
There's a certain resemblance.
In fact, it's the alchemic symbol
for arsenic.
I did not kill that boy.
He had been here
over the course of the past two weeks --
the same period of time
he exhibited the symptoms.
Nonsense!
You said so yourself.
Further, you despised
his misuse of the Zohar.
And I what?
Poisoned him?
Detective, do you really imagine
that I would contravene
one of God's commandments?
Why keep this here, Rabbi?
For the rats.
We have lots of them.
Just another reason
why we're leaving.
- You're leaving?
- That's right.
We sold the synagogue.
Tomorrow we leave the Ward
and move into our new home.
I thought you would have known about it.
Why would you think that?
It was in all the papers.
Not just the Yiddish ones.
Big headlines --
"Hebrews Buy Old Church."
What's this got to do
with anything?
Notice the date.
Six months ago.
Roughly the same time
Nathan Siebold
confronted the rabbi
about Devra Begelman.
You're thinking
there's a connection.
The timing
could be coincidental.
But it does make me wonder.
Where does
an impoverished synagogue
suddenly find the money
to buy a new building?
Goldberg.
The man's a moneybags.
He could have backed them.
But why?
Perhaps he's not as certain of his
engagement to Miss Begelman
as he would have us believe.
Buying off the rabbi.
Listen, let me make
a few discreet inquiries
at the Land Office,
see if I can find some details.
Very good.
I believe Dr. Ogden is here
to consult on my test results.
Gray.
There are traces of arsenic
on the book,
but not enough
to have caused death.
Suggesting that somewhere
in his travels,
Nathan and the book
were both exposed to the arsenic.
That would be my suspicion.
What exactly is this?
It's one of the books
of the Zohar,
a mystical rumination
on the nature of God.
Sounds most intriguing.
For the most part.
However, it does contain
some rather impenetrable poems.
Though some seem to be
a commentary
on the Song of Solomon.
Oh.
"The song of songs,
which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me
with the kisses of his mouth."
"For thy love
is better than wine."
Were they in love?
I'm certain of it.
A poor working boy
and the daughter
of a wealthy factory owner.
Torn apart by circumstance.
Drawn together by fate.
Star-crossed lovers.
- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes, George.
The lads have checked
with the chemists,
and I've been through
the poison book.
One name did stand out
in particular.
Devra Begelman.
Interesting.
How recently did she purchase
the arsenic?
Just over two weeks ago.
Roughly the same period
that he had been ill
and she had been suffering
from cholera.
Cholera?
Its symptoms are almost identical
to arsenic poisoning.
You again.
Detective, I thought all
of your questions had been answered.
Not all.
Do you recognize this?
It's Devra's.
It's a beauty treatment
for her skin.
And this symbol?
Well, it's arsenic.
What of it?
All the young girls
are using it these days.
And surely, as a doctor,
you realize that cholera
and arsenic poisoning
have very similar symptoms.
Of course I do.
Nathan Siebold died
of arsenic poisoning,
and I suspect that Devra is suffering
from the same thing.
Oh, my God.
Somebody has poisoned Devra.
Not somebody.
You.
Me?
Why would I possibly
want to hurt her?
Maybe she was betraying you.
Or perhaps
she was accidentally exposed
when you poisoned Nathan.
I warn you.
These are nothing more
than wild accusations.
For now.
But soon, Dr. Goldberg, I assure you,
I will have my proof.
Detective.
Whatever you may think of me
and my engagement to Devra,
I assure you of one thing.
I love her.
More than anything
in this entire world.
How much arsenic
did Miss Begelman purchase?
Eight ounces, sir.
There were only 3 ounces left.
Bloody hell.
What's she doing, bathing in it?
Even if she only used an ounce,
where's the rest?
More than likely it ended up
in Nathan Siebold.
Right.
So it all fits.
Goldberg is jealous.
He did have access
to Devra's arsenic.
Slip the boy the poison.
What about Devra?
Did he poison her, too?
Not likely.
A man like Goldberg
wants to keep his prize.
Right, Murdoch?
Actually, sir,
I'm not convinced of his guilt.
What, you don't think
it's Goldberg now?
Dr. Goldberg seemed genuinely surprised
when I suggested Devra
was suffering
from arsenic poisoning.
Further, he would have needed
regular access to Nathan
in order to poison him.
So now we don't even have
a suspect?
Uh, Detective.
We've just had a report
of a beating coming in.
Bloody hell, Higgins.
Just deal with it.
Well, I think Detective Murdoch
might want to deal
with this personally, sir.
Mr. Fineman.
It appears we need to talk.
I've got nothing to say.
Mr. Fineman, I think you should let us
take you to a hospital.
No.
I'm not going to any hospital.
You've been badly hurt.
I don't have any money.
I don't think that's the reason.
Are you involved
in something illegal?
Is that why you won't cooperate with me?
I believe you are.
And that Nathan was as well --
and it cost him his life.
You say the police won't help,
but when we try to, you refuse.
I'm not doing anything illegal.
What is it, then?
I've been organizing.
Organizing? How so?
A union?
You've seen the way
Begelman treats us.
Who did this to you?
That dumb Pole, Jerzy.
What about Nathan?
Was he involved as well?
The only thing he did
was take my night shifts
the past little while
so I could hold some meetings.
Did Jerzy know this?
I don't know.
George, I believe we need to pay
Mr. Jerzy a visit.
Agreed.
Mr. Fineman,
there is still something
I could use your help with.
Get back here,
you big bastard!
That's quite the cut you have
on your hand, Mr. Piezlowski.
I get
when you throw me to ground.
I sue you.
Are you sure it isn't
from when you beat Sam Fineman?
Where were you yesterday
at 5:00?
When?
5:00.
Comes after 4:00.
Hmm.
Was in shop.
Did anyone see you?
Sure.
Jew boss.
- Mr. Begelman?
- Yeah.
Then say Mr. Begelman.
What about Nathan Siebold?
Do you know anything
about his death?
You really aren't doing anything
to help your case,
Mr. Piezlowski.
Did you just gob on my floor?
Murdoch.
I've just heard from
a colleague at city hall.
Do you know who bought
the old church for the rabbi?
Dr. Simon Goldberg.
Wrong.
Simon Goldberg
and Isaac Begelman.
It seems they've been buying up
worthless properties
all over the Ward.
Why would they do that?
Let's find out, shall we?
You're in big trouble, sunshine.
Hey! Wipe that smirk off your face
and look at me!
Not only did you beat a man senseless,
but you've just gobbed
on my floor.
Detective Murdoch here is gonna ask you
a couple of questions.
If you answer correctly,
then we might be able to save you
from the noose.
Noose?
That got your attention.
We think that you poisoned
that lad
who was after
your boss's daughter.
Not me.
I don't know anything about it.
No?
Convince us.
Start by answering the questions
that are put to you.
Detective.
What do you know
about Mr. Begelman's business?
I-I know all.
What do you know
about his dealings
with Dr. Simon Goldberg?
Goldberg?
He makes money.
A lot of it.
Why are they buying up homes
in the Ward?
They know
city tear it down soon.
Then more buildings come.
Begelman and Goldberg,
they get filthy rich.
And what about
Nathan Siebold's death?
Do you know anything
about his poisoning?
Nothing.
I swear.
Is truth.
I-I answer right?
Very good.
Now there's just
one little matter to clean up
before I'm done with you.
Begelman knows the residents
want out of the Ward.
He also knows the value
of the land will go up soon.
But he doesn't have
the financial clout.
So he needs someone
like Dr. Goldberg to back him.
To cement the deal, he offers up
his daughter in marriage.
Yes.
Goldberg gets a beautiful wife,
Begelman secures her future,
and they both profit handsomely
from the land deal.
But then along comes
Nathan Siebold.
Devra falls in love with him
and the whole plan is threatened.
So they slip him arsenic.
But only a bit at a time
to make it appear
as though he's taken ill.
Diabolical.
But we don't have one bit
of proof, do we?
No.
Sir, Mr. Fineman
is here to see you.
They're mostly
love letters from Devra.
A couple of them are from folks
back in the old country.
And that's it?
Well, there's that one.
That's a marriage contract
promising Devra Begelman
to Nathan Siebold.
Signed by both their fathers.
Is it, now?
You told me a marriage contract
didn't exist.
And it doesn't.
Rabbi, your elusiveness
is growing tiresome.
Detective, this piece of paper exists,
but it means nothing.
As I told you before,
it violates Jewish law.
I suspect you aren't telling me
the entire truth.
You would say this
to a religious man?
Nathan Siebold
was a devout student.
He would have known the law.
So there had to be more
to his visit.
Nathan confronted me.
Showed me the contract,
and I said to him
what I said to you earlier.
"Let us ask the maiden."
And he said, "So ask her."
Not whether she loved him,
but if she loved Simon Goldberg.
But you didn't do that.
There was no need!
As I said to him,
we already asked the maiden.
She said she would marry
Dr. Goldberg.
That's the end of it.
Rabbi, was Jewish law
the reason for this ruling,
or was it something else?
What are you implying?
Isaac Begelman bought you off
so that his daughter's marriage
to his business partner
wouldn't be jeopardized.
You make it sound so sordid.
Isn't it?
Look around.
Look how we live.
So when Begelman came forward
to help, who am I to refuse?
What of Nathan and Devra
and their love for one another?
Given the same choice,
knowing it would better
the lives of so many,
I would do it again.
All for the greater good.
All for the greater good.
My conscience is clear.
I met Max Siebold on the boat
coming over 15 years ago.
My wife was dead.
I didn't know if I'd be able
to take care of Devra.
So you arranged a marriage.
Max claimed he had money.
It was for Devra I did it.
We parted company
on the dock in Halifax.
That was the last time I ever heard
of Max or that contract.
Until Nathan showed up.
Yes.
Out of respect for his father,
I offer him a job.
How does he repay me?
He tries to steal away
my daughter,
even though
she's already in love.
With Dr. Goldberg.
Of course with Dr. Goldberg.
Whose fortune
conveniently enables you
to finance your land deals.
And so what?
Uh, I'm a murderer?
No.
No, you're a man who had a boy
nearly beaten to death
for trying to organize a union.
You're a man who has sold
his daughter -- twice.
That's enough.
Do you deny buying up land
in the Ward,
knowing it will increase
in value?
Do you deny running a sweatshop?
So that's what this is?
The Jew is buying land.
The Jew is getting ahead.
What's it gonna be next?
The Jew is poisoning wells?
This is about murder,
Mr. Begelman.
No, this is about persecution.
This is a witch hunt,
and I will not tolerate it any longer.
So either you provide your proof
or you let me go.
I thought so.
Begelman's guilty.
I'm certain of it.
But proving it
Look, you've shown
motive and means.
But opportunity --
I don't see it.
You mean how the poison
was administered?
You have a boy, a girl, and a book
all exposed to arsenic.
Find out where,
and you might catch the killer.
All this talk of love triangles
must be clouding
your bloody noggin.
"Behold
thou art fair, my love.
For thy love is better
than wine."
William.
This is so lovely,
meeting here like this on a whim.
I must confess,
I am not here on a whim.
Enid, there's something
I must tell you.
Of course.
I thought I was over her.
The truth is
The truth is
The truth is,
this case is proving nettlesome.
Is this why you wanted
to see me, William?
To discuss the case?
No.
No.
Yet it is
a very fascinating one.
It seems two young people
were promised to each other
when they were very young.
And in spite of all odds,
separated by many years
and many miles,
they somehow came together.
Of course they did, William.
It was their destiny.
When two people
are meant to be together,
nothing can keep them apart.
Don't you agree?
William?
The steam.
That's how it was done.
How what was done?
Enid, I--
I'm very sorry.
I
William
Sam, you told me Nathan had been working
your shifts for you.
Yeah.
What about it?
For how long?
Couple weeks.
Roughly the same amount of time
Nathan had been ill.
Yeah, I guess
that would be about right.
Sam, I believe
that poison was meant for you.
Me?
It was planted in your machine
to stop you from organizing.
So Nathan died instead of me?
He'd -- He'd still be alive
if I hadn't
Sam did Devra ever visit him
on those midnight shifts?
I-I don't know.
I
I don't.
I really don't.
Oh, God.
There's nothing
you could have done.
I knew Begelman was evil,
but this
I have had enough
of these intrusions, Detective.
I just need a word
with Miss Begelman.
She is feeling better,
is she not?
The arsenic has mostly left
her body.
But she's still very weak.
She's in no condition
for your questions.
I will be brief,
I can assure you.
Very well.
If it will finally bring an end
to all this.
Miss Begelman?
I'm Detective William Murdoch.
Is this about Nathan?
You were in love with him, weren't you?
I knew from the moment I saw him
that we were meant to be.
You met Nathan
in your father's factory.
We found ways to be together.
I would go in after midnight,
when Nathan was the only one
in the pressing room.
No one knew.
How did you find out?
You both breathed steam in
from the pressing machine.
I believe it was contaminated
with arsenic.
Nathan more so.
And it cost him his life.
But
But why would the machine
have arsenic in it?
It was intended for Sam Fineman,
to stop him
from forming a union.
Who would do such a thing?
Devra the arsenic that you
had been using on your face.
Whose idea was it
to purchase it?
Papa said that I should buy some
to make my skin glow
for the wedding.
You mean
Papa
I'm sorry.
I always thought that it was
a passing infatuation.
That one day
she would come to love me.
Do you know
what it's like to love someone
and know that their heart
isn't yours?
I believe I do.
If only I could undo everything.
For Devra's sake.
You love her that much?
More than you could
possibly imagine.
And you're sure
there's arsenic here?
There should be traces of it
throughout the immediate area.
What is the meaning of this?
First you invade my home.
Then you turn my factory
upside down.
When will this harassment cease?
When you're revealed
for the murderer you are.
I am no such thing.
We believe that you put arsenic
in that machine
to keep your factory
from being unionized.
Me?
There's many people here
don't want a union.
They could do it
as easily as me.
You did ask your daughter
to buy the arsenic.
So it's a crime to want
your daughter to look beautiful
on her wedding day?
Have you nothing more, Detective?
You'll not get away with this.
That much I promise.
No court of law
would convict me.
Is that an admission of guilt,
Mr. Begelman?
No.
It's not.
But I think it's time
to contact my barristers.
Mr. Goldberg!
Now she's free of him.
And me.
Coming to the cemetery?
I don't think so.
I understand Miss Begelman
will be taking over
her father's factory.
Yeah.
That's what I hear.
Apparently, she thinks
unions is a good idea.
Oh. Well, good luck
with the organizing.
I know who to call
if I have any trouble, don't I?
Indeed you do.
That poor girl.
Her father cost her
the love of her life.
Dr. Goldberg -- He'll --
He'll hang, won't he?
I think so.
He did love her.
Yes, he did.
So much so
that he ensured her father
could never hurt her again.
I suppose now
she's free to find another.
I'm not sure about that,
William.
Can you find true love
more than once in a lifetime?
I don't know.
I should be going.
Yes.
Good day, Doctor.
Detective.
"Dear Enid"
"subsequent
to I"
"My dear Enid.
After careful consideration
regarding events
preceding and subsequent to"
Amen.
If you're going to pray
in this synagogue, do so properly.
Nathan!
Nathan!
Nathan, what is it?
What's wrong with that boy?
Nathan, what's happening to you?
Nathan!
"My dear Enid.
I should like to apologize
if during the investigation into"
What are you chuntering on
about, Murdoch?
Ah. Sir.
I didn't hear you.
I-I'm, uh, attempting
to compose a letter
but having some difficulty.
Are you, now?
Well, I'm a bit of a wordsmith,
you know.
It's rather personal.
Ah, a love letter.
Well, I'm a bit of an expert
in that field as well.
It's a letter of apology, sir.
Apology?
Who to?
Mrs. Jones.
For involving her and her son
in the telegraph murder case
and for using her as,
well, frankly, sir, as bait.
Murdoch, if you don't mind
a small observation
from someone who knows a thing or two
about women --
try flowers.
Beg your pardon, sirs.
We've just had a report
of a murder in the Ward.
The Ward?
Oh, bloody perfect.
Well, good luck trying to get
a straight answer
out of those people,
me old mucker.
What have we, George?
Sir, the victim is a young man
by the name of Nathan Siebold.
Apparently dropped dead
while praying.
The body?
This way.
It was so horrible.
Confusing.
He just collapsed.
Had Mr. Siebold been ill?
For the last couple of weeks,
he didn't seem well.
Isn't that right, Sam?
I see.
Two weeks.
That's a rather long time.
I thought he was fasting.
But now
And who reported the murder?
Murder?
What are you talking about?
Someone reported a murder.
Who was it?
Well, gentlemen,
you leave me no choice.
No one leaves.
I'll need to question
everyone here.
Detective, there's no need.
I can tell you
who the killer is.
Oh, you can?
Yes.
It is that book.
That book killed him.
In my experience,
books don't kill people, Rabbi.
No, not literally.
But this book is forbidden.
It drives men mad.
Isn't it simply a Hebrew version
of the Bible?
You mean the Torah.
No, it most certainly is not.
That book is part of the Zohar.
The most dangerous part.
Zohar.
But I thought it was
a commentary on the Torah.
It is, and much more.
There are people like Nathan
who believe hidden within it
is the key
to accessing the powers
that created the universe.
Mm.
Fascinating.
But what has that to do
with Nathan's death?
The boy was obsessed by it.
He stopped sleeping.
Was fasting.
So much so, it killed him.
Jewish whiskey.
Can I pour you one?
Not while I'm on duty.
Thank you.
Why was Nathan so fascinated
with this power?
Ah, Detective.
I have no idea.
As far as I was concerned,
he was a kofer.
What you would call a heretic.
Whatever it was
he was searching for,
we know where it led.
Mm.
If you felt that strongly
about him,
then what was he doing here?
Trouble getting a minyan lately.
Uh, 10 men for prayer.
Last couple of weeks,
Nathan was here quite often.
Against my wishes,
I don't mind telling you.
If you didn't invite him,
then who did?
Sam Fineman.
You met him earlier.
The young one.
Gentlemen, I will not ask you
again to step aside!
Please, Constable,
there's no need for confrontation.
George, what's the problem here?
Sir, they won't allow Dr. Ogden
to remove the body.
Remove the body?
Who is this woman?
Rabbi, this is Dr. Julia Ogden
with the coroner's office.
Rabbi, I need to remove
Mr. Siebold's body
in order to perform
a postmortem examination.
That is impossible.
Jewish law forbids it.
Actually, Rabbi, I'm familiar
with Jewish law in this regard.
And in the case
of suspicious deaths,
postmortems are permitted.
Fine.
As long as someone stays with it
at all times.
To protect the body from evil.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Nathan!
Oh, no.
No, no.
Uh, ma'am, please.
- Come on.
- Don't touch me!
Devra.
- You're to blame for this.
- Please, Devra. You're not well.
Dr. Goldberg.
Is this woman in your care?
Indeed she is, Dr. Ogden.
I'm afraid she must return
to her bed at once.
Come along, now.
Let's go, my dear.
Come on.
Going back up now.
Excuse us, please.
Her name is Devra Begelman.
And what she said meant nothing.
It --
Well, it did mean something.
Just not the something
you think it means.
I'm not sure I follow that.
I'm not sure it can be followed.
Six months ago,
Nathan came to me
claiming he and Devra
were engaged to be married.
He said he had an agreement --
uh, some contract.
Did you see this contract?
Of course not.
It doesn't exist.
Besides, Jewish law doesn't permit
such things because of --
- Rebekah.
- Rebekah?
- From the Old Testament?
- The Torah.
In the Torah, a servant of Isaac's,
upon seeing Rebekah,
asks her family
if she can become Isaac's bride.
And they say,
"Let us ask the maiden."
Precisely.
How modern.
And it is this idea,
that the woman's approval must be asked,
that has been followed
ever since.
So, of course, when the boy came to me
with this story of his
I had to say no.
Yet clearly Miss Begelman
had feelings for Mr. Siebold.
I would have to agree.
Why did they not simply marry?
Because she had already agreed to marry
someone else.
She was betrothed?
To whom?
Simon Goldberg?
The doctor?
He's got to be 25 years
her senior.
Still, nothing odd
about an older man
and a young girl, I suppose.
No, but Miss Begelman's reaction
would suggest
that she and Nathan Siebold
were more than just friends.
A love triangle.
Possibly.
So the boy goes off tomcatting,
picks the wrong lass,
and jealous fiancé
doesn't appreciate it.
You'd better look into this.
Right away.
Oh, and, Murdoch,
tread carefully.
Carefully, sir?
There's two kinds of Jews
in this town, Murdoch.
There's this new lot,
fresh off the boat.
They stick to themselves.
Then there's the old generation
from England.
Moneyed, with powerful friends.
Simon Goldberg is one of those.
I'll keep that in mind.
Sir.
You have a visitor.
Rabbi, please.
May I remind you
that every drop of blood
must be preserved because --
The body must be buried whole and intact
and as quickly as possible.
Yes.
Rest assured, Rabbi, I will
take good care of Mr. Siebold.
The flowers you sent
were beautiful.
Well, I hadn't heard from you
in some time
and felt as though
I should apologize for --
William, there was no need.
I was merely thinking.
Enid
I should never have involved you
in the case against --
Oh, no, please.
T-There's no need
to apologize for that.
Well, I feel as though I should
apologize for something.
I do believe
that's the first smile
I've seen from you in some time.
I worry for you.
For your safety.
St. Michael.
The patron saint of policemen.
Would you keep it, for my sake?
Absolutely.
Hello.
Detective William Murdoch.
We're here to see
Miss Devra Begelman.
Nice area.
The Begelmans have
a lovely house.
You'll have a nice home
of your own someday, George.
Huh.
Not on $1.20 a day, sir.
Yes?
Dr. Goldberg, isn't it?
And you are?
Detective William Murdoch.
And this is
Constable George Crabtree.
We're here to see Miss Begelman.
I'm afraid that she's not
up to visitors, Detective.
That's fine.
We'll speak with you, then.
This is not a good time.
Detective, you must understand that --
Detective!
She's delirious.
Take her arms.
You tried to keep us apart!
But she's mine!
She'll die without me!
Don't you see?!
Who is she referring to?
No!
Don't you see?!
Roll up her sleeve.
Sir, I think she thinks
we're trying to kill her.
What are you injecting her with?
It's a sedative.
You can't stop our love.
You can't stop it!
Shh.
Rabbi, I believe I know
what caused Nathan's death.
But to confirm it, I'll need to perform
one last procedure.
So what's stopping you?
You've already gone this far.
It requires tissue to be dissolved
in sulfuric acid.
A fingernail would do.
I suppose in the eyes of God
a fingernail, more or less
what's it gonna matter?
How long has she been like this?
Over a week.
She started complaining
of headaches.
Nausea.
Clearly, she's suffering
from a very serious fever.
Cholera, I suspect.
Now come these damn hallucinations.
My superstitious coreligionists
would put it down
to the work of a dybbuk.
A dybbuk?
A demon.
If she is possessed by a spirit,
it's likely that
of Nathan Siebold's.
Wouldn't you agree, Doctor?
No, I certainly would not.
Still, you must realize
how it appears.
How does it appear?
That your fiancée
and Mr. Siebold were involved.
I assure you, Detective,
Devra and I are quite happy.
Perhaps.
But it would be best
if Miss Begelman could confirm that.
As you well know,
that is not possible.
Perhaps her father can, then.
Good day, Doctor.
Nathan?
Nathan?
It's all right, my dear.
Everything's going to be fine.
You just need to rest.
Ah.
Detective William Murdoch.
Here to see Mr. Begelman.
Is busy.
You don't want to make us
ask you twice.
Constable, I don't think
that will be necessary, right?
You're quite mistaken, Detective.
Dr. Goldberg had nothing to do
with that boy's death.
You deny Nathan Siebold
and your daughter were involved?
Uh, Devra is young
and impressionable.
Nathan insinuated himself
in her mind somehow.
He probably used
that meshugga book on her.
Why would Nathan do that?
He wanted a better life.
That's why we all came
to this country.
But getting it through my daughter,
that's not right.
That's very good, Morris.
Constable, this would look
very good on you.
What's your favorite color?
Well, I've been told green
makes my eyes come out.
Uh, but as an officer
of the law,
I can't accept such gifts,
as handsome as they are, thank you.
Don't get me wrong, Detective.
I liked Nathan.
He worked hard.
All my people work hard.
Nathan worked for you?
Yes.
That's how he and Devra met.
He was a good boy.
But that book --
It affected his mind.
Oh.
Uh, something's come up.
Will you excuse me?
George, speak with the workers.
See what you can find out
about Nathan Siebold.
Sir.
Sam Fineman.
I already told those coppers
back at the synagogue
everything I know.
Did they ask you
about the relationship
between Nathan and Devra?
First I heard of it.
You mean Nathan never told
his best friend that he was in love?
We just worked together.
That's not what I was led
to believe.
Then you were misled.
You know of anyone who might have wanted
to harm Nathan?
Nobody I know.
Simon Goldberg, perhaps?
Look, I told you --
I don't know anything.
If you don't mind,
I got to get back to work.
Begelman only pays by the piece.
Oh, so you can't really tell?
All right.
George, find out anything?
Sir, very little.
Apparently, Mr. Siebold
liked to keep to himself.
The only person he really chatted with
was Sam Fineman.
Who just led me to believe
he barely knew Nathan.
I suspect Mr. Fineman
knows more than he's saying.
Chained shut.
Sir, it's a sweatshop, isn't it?
Probably.
Ah. Detective.
- Constable.
- It's Dr. Ogden, sir.
She needs to speak with you urgently.
It's black.
There's no question of it.
Nathan Siebold died
of arsenic poisoning.
How was it administered?
The poison had seeped
into every organ.
Suggesting he had been exposed to it
for some time.
Exactly. Perhaps in his food
or drink or a place he visited.
Or something
he came in contact with.
Quite possibly.
May I borrow this?
Why, of course.
Right, then.
So this is your theory, Murdoch --
The book killed him.
Nathan handled it constantly.
He could have easily transferred
the poison
from his fingers to his mouth.
I suppose we'd best be checking
with the local chemists
to see who's been purchasing arsenic.
The men are already doing so.
And the motive?
I still suspect a love triangle.
Can we even prove there was one?
Nathan Siebold's entire life
was contained in this book.
I'm hoping that these letters
and documents
will offer some concrete proof.
It's all in bloody Jewish.
Yiddish, sir.
And you're conversant, no doubt.
No, I am not.
So while I await
my test results,
I shall consult someone who is.
Why me?
Because I need someone I can trust
to translate those words.
And you were his friend.
I told you, I just --
I know. I know.
You only worked with him.
Why won't you help me?
Mister, when is the last time a cop
helped someone around here?
Mr. Fineman,
your friend is dead.
Right.
A murder.
That's the only thing
that brings you to the Ward.
I'm here now.
And if you don't help me,
Nathan's killer
could walk away a free man.
I got to get back to work.
It was you that called
the station, wasn't it?
You reported the murder.
The first time I saw this,
I took it for the Star of David.
There's a certain resemblance.
In fact, it's the alchemic symbol
for arsenic.
I did not kill that boy.
He had been here
over the course of the past two weeks --
the same period of time
he exhibited the symptoms.
Nonsense!
You said so yourself.
Further, you despised
his misuse of the Zohar.
And I what?
Poisoned him?
Detective, do you really imagine
that I would contravene
one of God's commandments?
Why keep this here, Rabbi?
For the rats.
We have lots of them.
Just another reason
why we're leaving.
- You're leaving?
- That's right.
We sold the synagogue.
Tomorrow we leave the Ward
and move into our new home.
I thought you would have known about it.
Why would you think that?
It was in all the papers.
Not just the Yiddish ones.
Big headlines --
"Hebrews Buy Old Church."
What's this got to do
with anything?
Notice the date.
Six months ago.
Roughly the same time
Nathan Siebold
confronted the rabbi
about Devra Begelman.
You're thinking
there's a connection.
The timing
could be coincidental.
But it does make me wonder.
Where does
an impoverished synagogue
suddenly find the money
to buy a new building?
Goldberg.
The man's a moneybags.
He could have backed them.
But why?
Perhaps he's not as certain of his
engagement to Miss Begelman
as he would have us believe.
Buying off the rabbi.
Listen, let me make
a few discreet inquiries
at the Land Office,
see if I can find some details.
Very good.
I believe Dr. Ogden is here
to consult on my test results.
Gray.
There are traces of arsenic
on the book,
but not enough
to have caused death.
Suggesting that somewhere
in his travels,
Nathan and the book
were both exposed to the arsenic.
That would be my suspicion.
What exactly is this?
It's one of the books
of the Zohar,
a mystical rumination
on the nature of God.
Sounds most intriguing.
For the most part.
However, it does contain
some rather impenetrable poems.
Though some seem to be
a commentary
on the Song of Solomon.
Oh.
"The song of songs,
which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me
with the kisses of his mouth."
"For thy love
is better than wine."
Were they in love?
I'm certain of it.
A poor working boy
and the daughter
of a wealthy factory owner.
Torn apart by circumstance.
Drawn together by fate.
Star-crossed lovers.
- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes, George.
The lads have checked
with the chemists,
and I've been through
the poison book.
One name did stand out
in particular.
Devra Begelman.
Interesting.
How recently did she purchase
the arsenic?
Just over two weeks ago.
Roughly the same period
that he had been ill
and she had been suffering
from cholera.
Cholera?
Its symptoms are almost identical
to arsenic poisoning.
You again.
Detective, I thought all
of your questions had been answered.
Not all.
Do you recognize this?
It's Devra's.
It's a beauty treatment
for her skin.
And this symbol?
Well, it's arsenic.
What of it?
All the young girls
are using it these days.
And surely, as a doctor,
you realize that cholera
and arsenic poisoning
have very similar symptoms.
Of course I do.
Nathan Siebold died
of arsenic poisoning,
and I suspect that Devra is suffering
from the same thing.
Oh, my God.
Somebody has poisoned Devra.
Not somebody.
You.
Me?
Why would I possibly
want to hurt her?
Maybe she was betraying you.
Or perhaps
she was accidentally exposed
when you poisoned Nathan.
I warn you.
These are nothing more
than wild accusations.
For now.
But soon, Dr. Goldberg, I assure you,
I will have my proof.
Detective.
Whatever you may think of me
and my engagement to Devra,
I assure you of one thing.
I love her.
More than anything
in this entire world.
How much arsenic
did Miss Begelman purchase?
Eight ounces, sir.
There were only 3 ounces left.
Bloody hell.
What's she doing, bathing in it?
Even if she only used an ounce,
where's the rest?
More than likely it ended up
in Nathan Siebold.
Right.
So it all fits.
Goldberg is jealous.
He did have access
to Devra's arsenic.
Slip the boy the poison.
What about Devra?
Did he poison her, too?
Not likely.
A man like Goldberg
wants to keep his prize.
Right, Murdoch?
Actually, sir,
I'm not convinced of his guilt.
What, you don't think
it's Goldberg now?
Dr. Goldberg seemed genuinely surprised
when I suggested Devra
was suffering
from arsenic poisoning.
Further, he would have needed
regular access to Nathan
in order to poison him.
So now we don't even have
a suspect?
Uh, Detective.
We've just had a report
of a beating coming in.
Bloody hell, Higgins.
Just deal with it.
Well, I think Detective Murdoch
might want to deal
with this personally, sir.
Mr. Fineman.
It appears we need to talk.
I've got nothing to say.
Mr. Fineman, I think you should let us
take you to a hospital.
No.
I'm not going to any hospital.
You've been badly hurt.
I don't have any money.
I don't think that's the reason.
Are you involved
in something illegal?
Is that why you won't cooperate with me?
I believe you are.
And that Nathan was as well --
and it cost him his life.
You say the police won't help,
but when we try to, you refuse.
I'm not doing anything illegal.
What is it, then?
I've been organizing.
Organizing? How so?
A union?
You've seen the way
Begelman treats us.
Who did this to you?
That dumb Pole, Jerzy.
What about Nathan?
Was he involved as well?
The only thing he did
was take my night shifts
the past little while
so I could hold some meetings.
Did Jerzy know this?
I don't know.
George, I believe we need to pay
Mr. Jerzy a visit.
Agreed.
Mr. Fineman,
there is still something
I could use your help with.
Get back here,
you big bastard!
That's quite the cut you have
on your hand, Mr. Piezlowski.
I get
when you throw me to ground.
I sue you.
Are you sure it isn't
from when you beat Sam Fineman?
Where were you yesterday
at 5:00?
When?
5:00.
Comes after 4:00.
Hmm.
Was in shop.
Did anyone see you?
Sure.
Jew boss.
- Mr. Begelman?
- Yeah.
Then say Mr. Begelman.
What about Nathan Siebold?
Do you know anything
about his death?
You really aren't doing anything
to help your case,
Mr. Piezlowski.
Did you just gob on my floor?
Murdoch.
I've just heard from
a colleague at city hall.
Do you know who bought
the old church for the rabbi?
Dr. Simon Goldberg.
Wrong.
Simon Goldberg
and Isaac Begelman.
It seems they've been buying up
worthless properties
all over the Ward.
Why would they do that?
Let's find out, shall we?
You're in big trouble, sunshine.
Hey! Wipe that smirk off your face
and look at me!
Not only did you beat a man senseless,
but you've just gobbed
on my floor.
Detective Murdoch here is gonna ask you
a couple of questions.
If you answer correctly,
then we might be able to save you
from the noose.
Noose?
That got your attention.
We think that you poisoned
that lad
who was after
your boss's daughter.
Not me.
I don't know anything about it.
No?
Convince us.
Start by answering the questions
that are put to you.
Detective.
What do you know
about Mr. Begelman's business?
I-I know all.
What do you know
about his dealings
with Dr. Simon Goldberg?
Goldberg?
He makes money.
A lot of it.
Why are they buying up homes
in the Ward?
They know
city tear it down soon.
Then more buildings come.
Begelman and Goldberg,
they get filthy rich.
And what about
Nathan Siebold's death?
Do you know anything
about his poisoning?
Nothing.
I swear.
Is truth.
I-I answer right?
Very good.
Now there's just
one little matter to clean up
before I'm done with you.
Begelman knows the residents
want out of the Ward.
He also knows the value
of the land will go up soon.
But he doesn't have
the financial clout.
So he needs someone
like Dr. Goldberg to back him.
To cement the deal, he offers up
his daughter in marriage.
Yes.
Goldberg gets a beautiful wife,
Begelman secures her future,
and they both profit handsomely
from the land deal.
But then along comes
Nathan Siebold.
Devra falls in love with him
and the whole plan is threatened.
So they slip him arsenic.
But only a bit at a time
to make it appear
as though he's taken ill.
Diabolical.
But we don't have one bit
of proof, do we?
No.
Sir, Mr. Fineman
is here to see you.
They're mostly
love letters from Devra.
A couple of them are from folks
back in the old country.
And that's it?
Well, there's that one.
That's a marriage contract
promising Devra Begelman
to Nathan Siebold.
Signed by both their fathers.
Is it, now?
You told me a marriage contract
didn't exist.
And it doesn't.
Rabbi, your elusiveness
is growing tiresome.
Detective, this piece of paper exists,
but it means nothing.
As I told you before,
it violates Jewish law.
I suspect you aren't telling me
the entire truth.
You would say this
to a religious man?
Nathan Siebold
was a devout student.
He would have known the law.
So there had to be more
to his visit.
Nathan confronted me.
Showed me the contract,
and I said to him
what I said to you earlier.
"Let us ask the maiden."
And he said, "So ask her."
Not whether she loved him,
but if she loved Simon Goldberg.
But you didn't do that.
There was no need!
As I said to him,
we already asked the maiden.
She said she would marry
Dr. Goldberg.
That's the end of it.
Rabbi, was Jewish law
the reason for this ruling,
or was it something else?
What are you implying?
Isaac Begelman bought you off
so that his daughter's marriage
to his business partner
wouldn't be jeopardized.
You make it sound so sordid.
Isn't it?
Look around.
Look how we live.
So when Begelman came forward
to help, who am I to refuse?
What of Nathan and Devra
and their love for one another?
Given the same choice,
knowing it would better
the lives of so many,
I would do it again.
All for the greater good.
All for the greater good.
My conscience is clear.
I met Max Siebold on the boat
coming over 15 years ago.
My wife was dead.
I didn't know if I'd be able
to take care of Devra.
So you arranged a marriage.
Max claimed he had money.
It was for Devra I did it.
We parted company
on the dock in Halifax.
That was the last time I ever heard
of Max or that contract.
Until Nathan showed up.
Yes.
Out of respect for his father,
I offer him a job.
How does he repay me?
He tries to steal away
my daughter,
even though
she's already in love.
With Dr. Goldberg.
Of course with Dr. Goldberg.
Whose fortune
conveniently enables you
to finance your land deals.
And so what?
Uh, I'm a murderer?
No.
No, you're a man who had a boy
nearly beaten to death
for trying to organize a union.
You're a man who has sold
his daughter -- twice.
That's enough.
Do you deny buying up land
in the Ward,
knowing it will increase
in value?
Do you deny running a sweatshop?
So that's what this is?
The Jew is buying land.
The Jew is getting ahead.
What's it gonna be next?
The Jew is poisoning wells?
This is about murder,
Mr. Begelman.
No, this is about persecution.
This is a witch hunt,
and I will not tolerate it any longer.
So either you provide your proof
or you let me go.
I thought so.
Begelman's guilty.
I'm certain of it.
But proving it
Look, you've shown
motive and means.
But opportunity --
I don't see it.
You mean how the poison
was administered?
You have a boy, a girl, and a book
all exposed to arsenic.
Find out where,
and you might catch the killer.
All this talk of love triangles
must be clouding
your bloody noggin.
"Behold
thou art fair, my love.
For thy love is better
than wine."
William.
This is so lovely,
meeting here like this on a whim.
I must confess,
I am not here on a whim.
Enid, there's something
I must tell you.
Of course.
I thought I was over her.
The truth is
The truth is
The truth is,
this case is proving nettlesome.
Is this why you wanted
to see me, William?
To discuss the case?
No.
No.
Yet it is
a very fascinating one.
It seems two young people
were promised to each other
when they were very young.
And in spite of all odds,
separated by many years
and many miles,
they somehow came together.
Of course they did, William.
It was their destiny.
When two people
are meant to be together,
nothing can keep them apart.
Don't you agree?
William?
The steam.
That's how it was done.
How what was done?
Enid, I--
I'm very sorry.
I
William
Sam, you told me Nathan had been working
your shifts for you.
Yeah.
What about it?
For how long?
Couple weeks.
Roughly the same amount of time
Nathan had been ill.
Yeah, I guess
that would be about right.
Sam, I believe
that poison was meant for you.
Me?
It was planted in your machine
to stop you from organizing.
So Nathan died instead of me?
He'd -- He'd still be alive
if I hadn't
Sam did Devra ever visit him
on those midnight shifts?
I-I don't know.
I
I don't.
I really don't.
Oh, God.
There's nothing
you could have done.
I knew Begelman was evil,
but this
I have had enough
of these intrusions, Detective.
I just need a word
with Miss Begelman.
She is feeling better,
is she not?
The arsenic has mostly left
her body.
But she's still very weak.
She's in no condition
for your questions.
I will be brief,
I can assure you.
Very well.
If it will finally bring an end
to all this.
Miss Begelman?
I'm Detective William Murdoch.
Is this about Nathan?
You were in love with him, weren't you?
I knew from the moment I saw him
that we were meant to be.
You met Nathan
in your father's factory.
We found ways to be together.
I would go in after midnight,
when Nathan was the only one
in the pressing room.
No one knew.
How did you find out?
You both breathed steam in
from the pressing machine.
I believe it was contaminated
with arsenic.
Nathan more so.
And it cost him his life.
But
But why would the machine
have arsenic in it?
It was intended for Sam Fineman,
to stop him
from forming a union.
Who would do such a thing?
Devra the arsenic that you
had been using on your face.
Whose idea was it
to purchase it?
Papa said that I should buy some
to make my skin glow
for the wedding.
You mean
Papa
I'm sorry.
I always thought that it was
a passing infatuation.
That one day
she would come to love me.
Do you know
what it's like to love someone
and know that their heart
isn't yours?
I believe I do.
If only I could undo everything.
For Devra's sake.
You love her that much?
More than you could
possibly imagine.
And you're sure
there's arsenic here?
There should be traces of it
throughout the immediate area.
What is the meaning of this?
First you invade my home.
Then you turn my factory
upside down.
When will this harassment cease?
When you're revealed
for the murderer you are.
I am no such thing.
We believe that you put arsenic
in that machine
to keep your factory
from being unionized.
Me?
There's many people here
don't want a union.
They could do it
as easily as me.
You did ask your daughter
to buy the arsenic.
So it's a crime to want
your daughter to look beautiful
on her wedding day?
Have you nothing more, Detective?
You'll not get away with this.
That much I promise.
No court of law
would convict me.
Is that an admission of guilt,
Mr. Begelman?
No.
It's not.
But I think it's time
to contact my barristers.
Mr. Goldberg!
Now she's free of him.
And me.
Coming to the cemetery?
I don't think so.
I understand Miss Begelman
will be taking over
her father's factory.
Yeah.
That's what I hear.
Apparently, she thinks
unions is a good idea.
Oh. Well, good luck
with the organizing.
I know who to call
if I have any trouble, don't I?
Indeed you do.
That poor girl.
Her father cost her
the love of her life.
Dr. Goldberg -- He'll --
He'll hang, won't he?
I think so.
He did love her.
Yes, he did.
So much so
that he ensured her father
could never hurt her again.
I suppose now
she's free to find another.
I'm not sure about that,
William.
Can you find true love
more than once in a lifetime?
I don't know.
I should be going.
Yes.
Good day, Doctor.
Detective.
"Dear Enid"