The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s07e13 Episode Script

Right on time.
A pleasure to see you again.
I'll inform Mr.
Worthington of your arrival.
If you'll excuse me.
Mr.
Worthington? Your guests are arriving, sir.
Mr.
Worthington? Mr.
Worthington.
Please, just give me a moment.
And you have no idea where he went? I didn't even know he was gone, sir.
He'd been in here working all morning.
Even while his engagement party was about to begin? Mr.
Worthington doesn't believe in idle hours.
Sir, no one's been able to find the fiancée, Miss Cassie Chadwick.
Oh.
Perhaps they simply eloped? Eloped, sir? Mr.
Worthington is the President of the Canadian Bank.
He is not the sort to elope.
No.
Did anyone visit Mr.
Worthington? Telephone him, perhaps? He did make two telephone calls by himself.
Both were rather heated.
Oh? Do you have any idea who he was speaking with? - What the arguments were about? - No, sir.
If you'll excuse me, sir.
More guests for the party? One Mr.
Worthington may have wanted to avoid.
Cold feet? Mr.
Andrew Carnegie, sir.
I apologize, but I must speak to Mr.
Worthington at once.
Mr.
Carnegie, Mr.
Worthington seems to have gone missing.
But he just telephoned me just two hours ago, informing me of his intention to marrying my daughter.
- And you oppose the union? - Who am I speaking to? Detective William Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary, sir.
Mr.
Worthington was to marry your daughter? I should hope not.
I only have one daughter, sir, and she is four years old.
I was in Guelph, breaking ground for one of the many libraries I'm financing, when the call came through.
Do you know Mr.
Worthington? Only by reputation.
I've never set eyes on the man.
Yet he told you he was marrying your daughter, - a Miss Cassie Chadwick? - Never heard of her.
- And I told Worthington so.
- How did he react? He hung up the telephone.
Your driver is anxious to depart, Mr.
Carnegie.
Giving money away is more work than making it.
Mr.
Carnegie, should the need arise, may we contact you if we have further questions? Yes.
Yes, of course.
Mr.
Baird.
Mr.
Worthington took something out of his safe before leaving.
Do you know the combination? A stack of bills and his passport were left behind.
Wherever Mr.
Worthington went, he was planning on returning.
Cart tracks.
That's unusual.
Four feet, seven inches.
What did the guests have to say? Well, sir, it was like pulling teeth, but it's rumoured that Miss Chadwick is Mr.
Carnegie's child outside the banns of marriage.
A basket-case, sir, if you will, like myself.
Yet Carnegie claims never to have heard of her.
Is it possible he was unaware he'd fathered a child? Well, he was single most of his life, and a railway man at that, sir.
Find out what you can about this Cassie Chadwick, George.
Oh, and speak to the butler, I need a list of all of the deliveries here today food, flowers, guests.
We need to find this exact cart.
Sir.
- Julia.
- William.
- What a pleasant surprise.
- I was just leaving you a note.
I'm going to be out of town for a few days.
- Nothing serious, I hope? - No, no.
I'm just meeting with a patient.
I was hoping maybe we could have dinner later this week.
There's something I'd like to talk to you about.
I'm not exactly sure when I'm going to be back.
Well, please let me know.
I'm most anxious to discuss this with you.
Yes.
Yes, of course.
So, neither yourself or anyone else at the bank has any idea where Mr.
Worthington might be? Oh, none whatsoever.
Everyone is extremely concerned.
How well do you know his fiancée, Miss Chadwick? Loan officers don't often meet directly with such prominent customers.
She's a client at the bank? I'm I'm not really at liberty to discuss bank business.
Mr.
Fleet, the president of your bank is missing.
There are a few outstanding loans.
Substantial ones? - Have any payments been made? - Uh, not not as of yet.
But the bank is not concerned.
Why not? Miss Chadwick s-s-supplied a-a-a pro-pro a pro-promissory note, signed by Mr.
Andrew Carnegie.
Where might this note be? Mr.
Worthington keeps all such documents in his sole po-po po po possession.
So, at his home in a safe, perhaps? - Perhaps.
- Perhaps.
Smell that, Murdoch.
Does that not make you want to imbibe? No, sir.
I haven't in years, and I don't intend to start today.
Your loss.
So, you believe that this Cassie Chadwick is an out-and-out fraud? Sir, I believe she started the rumour that she was Andrew Carnegie's illegitimate daughter, and then forged his signature on a promissory note claiming that he would honour all of her debts.
Meanwhile, Carnegie's never heard of the woman or the loans.
And who would have the gall to ask him about it? - Exactly.
- Sirs.
Anything, George? All kinds of fascinating stuff.
"Cassie Chadwick" is an alias, the most recent in a long list of aliases used by a female confidence trickster.
We've got bank fraud, cheque kiting, forgery.
Sir, the woman is originally from Ontario.
She's run schemes from New York to Ohio.
Right, then.
I can understand her wanting to fleece the man, but why marriage? He's bound to find out the truth eventually.
Well, sir, by then, Mr.
Worthington would be legally responsible for her debts, and highly motivated to keep the scam a secret to avoid shame, scandal.
- Hell of a wedding gift.
- It would have been, had Andrew Carnegie not happened into town.
Right, Crabtree.
Take Higgins and scour the city and find this woman.
Sir.
Well Sir it's not yet 11.
Hello, Julia.
I knew I would be on this train.
And I'm not worried, because there is nothing that has happened that I haven't arranged.
And don't worry, I have no intention of dying tonight.
Why? Because I'm not done with you yet.
George, any sign of her? Sir, apparently Mr.
Worthington rented her an apartment, - but she vacated it yesterday.
- That can't be right.
The Royal Victoria Place said she checked in three days ago.
- No, she was in an apartment.
- George, she was in a hotel.
Did either of you get a description of the woman? Yes, sir.
Young, pretty brunette.
Uh, mature and genteel, very pleasant, no? Pleasant? I have her described as aloof, snooty even.
Higgins, are you sure you were even asking - about the right woman? - A Miss Cassie Chadwick.
Sirs, I'm just telling you what I was told.
But she can't be young and old, pleasant and unpleasant, - everywhere and nowhere.
- Excuse me.
My name is Mrs.
Cassie Chadwick, and I wish to report an impostor.
- And you are? - Chief Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.
Just the man I'm looking for.
Cassie Chadwick.
Suspected of cheque kiting, bank fraud, - imprisoned for forgery.
- Yes, I'm ashamed to say.
You are this Cassie Chadwick? Yes, yes I am, although that life is far behind me now.
Could I offer you a spot of tea? Thank you, no.
You ran your first confidence scheme at age 13.
I was young and poor, not that that's any excuse, but I thought I might lie and cheat - my way into a better life.
- Perhaps something a little stronger? Oh, Inspector, you're so sweet, but I better not.
Yes, I was incarcerated for three years.
But I'm married now to a highly respected and successful doctor, and I'm living a life I only dreamed of Better, actually.
And now you believe this woman has chosen your name in order to blame her crimes on you? Why else? I mean, you could imagine my reaction when news of her reached Cleveland.
I mean, everything I Everything I have is at risk.
That's why I've come.
She must be stopped, and I desperately need your assistance.
Then you shall have it.
Would you care to have one of my men escort you? Thank you, Inspector.
I'm more than capable.
Oh, I'm sure you are.
Rest assured, Mrs.
Chadwick, we'll catch your impostor and bring her to justice.
The full force of Stationhouse n°4 is right behind you.
Well, I can't tell you how grateful I am.
And if I can be of any assistance Oh, I think we're more than capable.
Yes, I'm quite certain you are.
It's just, sometimes it takes a con to catch one.
- Then perhaps I'll call on you.
- Well, if you do, I shall be ready and willing.
- Good day, sir.
- Good day.
What have you, George? Sir.
I've mapped all the locations that Higgins and I were told each of the two Cassie Chadwicks frequented.
Very good idea, George.
I'll assume the blue marks are - for the real Cassie Chadwick? - Yes, sir.
And the impostor in red.
And this would be the apartment - Ian Worthington rented for her? - That's correct, sir.
Right then George, speak to the cabbies in this square and see if anyone has spotted the Cassie Chadwick that you described.
Sir, I've already taken the liberty, and I have a possible location.
Are you quite sure, George? Sir, the cabbie remembered her.
Three trunks, brown hair, snooty manner.
Cassie Chadwick? Toronto Constabulary.
Detective Murdoch.
Eva Pearce.
We meet again, Detective.
Hm.
Eva Pearce.
Shouldn't be surprised that she's at the bottom of this.
She's already seduced one man into killing the other and gotten away with it.
She lost the big fish on the line, though, didn't she? John Craig Eaton was all but down on one knee when you exposed her the first time.
Marrying Worthington would be right up her alley.
And so would killing the man if he threatened to expose her.
See what you can get out of her.
I'll inform Mrs.
Chadwick.
Sir, let me speak with Miss Pearce first.
No sense complicating things.
No, no.
There will be no cigarette smoking, Miss Pearce.
Or do you prefer Cassie Chadwick? I'd prefer the Constabulary spent their time locating my missing fiancé, rather than harassing innocent women.
Oh, come now.
- You're far from innocent.
- Really? How? Living under an assumed name.
Only because mine was unjustly besmirched.
Misrepresenting yourself as Andrew Carnegie's illegitimate daughter.
I pay no attention to the rumours men spread of me Detective.
Forging Carnegie's signature on a promissory note in order - to obtain fraudulent loans.
- Where is this document? You should at least let me examine it before making false claims.
I think you know precisely where the document is, as well as the whereabouts of Ian Worthington.
I wish I did.
We were to marry.
I think he learned of your lies, and confronted you with the evidence.
You killed him, and then attempted to scurry Flee.
Do you want to know the terrible truth, Detective? Ian telephoned me just before our party and severed our engagement.
Why did he break off the engagement? I'd rather not discuss it.
Will that be all, Detective? So, we just stand and watch her waltz out the door? Without a promissory note or any sign of Mr.
Worthington's body, we have no legal right to hold her.
Did you mention that the real Cassie Chadwick had surfaced in town? The less Miss Pearce knows, the better.
She'll not be getting away this time.
Good man, Murdoch.
Sir.
I've checked against the butler's ledger.
Of all the deliveries to the estate, there's not a single carriage, cart, or hackney that matches these tracks.
This cart is becoming more elusive than Mr.
Worthington himself.
I was here yesterday, as promised, so I expect payment in full.
Payment is received when services are rendered.
It's not my fault your employer got cold feet! What can I do if there is no payment rendered George, was the photographer's cart mentioned - on the butler's ledger? - It was not, sir.
Perhaps it was thought he never arrived? - providing a service to you.
- There is no fee.
Pay me or face the consequences! - I hope you are not threatening me.
- Pardon me, gentlemen.
An exact match.
Toronto Constabulary.
Where exactly did you transport Mr.
Worthington yesterday? What are you talking about? I know you took Mr.
Worthington somewhere.
I arrived yesterday to take Mr.
Worthington's engagement photos, when he suddenly runs out the side of the house and asks me to take him to Russell Creek Road.
And you didn't say anything until now? The man's been missing 24 hours.
He gave me a fiver to keep my mouth shut.
Was Mr.
Worthington carrying anything on his person? A briefcase.
That was it.
Was there anyone there where you dropped him off? Not that I could see.
Does Russell Creek Road hold any significance to Mr.
Worthington? The family owns land there, sir used for picnicking years ago.
Nothing here.
Constable Crabtree! Constable Crabtree is knee-deep in pond scum, sir.
All right.
Henry, I need the camera to take a photograph of this glass.
Oh, sir, I can - help you with that.
- No, no, Hen Should I get the camera, sir? Don't bother.
Sir! Sir! One of the lads thinks he's found something - with his punting pole.
- Assist him, George.
Right here? George? I suppose fortune didn't smile upon us? I'm afraid not.
Pond water contains less oxygen and is excellent at slowing decomposition.
Unfortunately, it is terrible at preserving forensic evidence.
I assumed as much.
She'll not be getting away with it this time.
Thank you, Doctor.
Mrs.
Chadwick is abreast of the situation.
- And you're certain that this is a good idea? - I've had none better, Murdoch.
Ah.
Inspector, Detective.
What can I do for you? Please.
The Constabulary is asking for your assistance, but the scheme would remain strictly under our control.
Scheme? We could very much like to use your "talents.
" I'm at your service, Inspector.
What's the plan? We manipulate Miss Pearce into returning to the scene of the crime.
Only the killer would know where the body's hidden.
How do you want to do that? Promise her the only money.
- I can do that.
- Are you certain? Please.
Miss Pearce was forced to kill the golden goose.
I never in my career had to resort to that.
So, all we'll need is a grieving relation, a lawyer, and a floozy.
Everyone's ready, sir.
And you're sure we couldn't find anyone more suitable? Beggars can't be choosers, sir.
Yes, but beggars can fall on their arses, letting murderesses walk scot-free.
Excuse me.
Oh, I do apologize.
And so you should.
Salutations of the morning to you two ladies.
I am attorney Jacob Edward James of James, James, Jarvis, and James, and, at present, am representing the missing person, henceforth referred to as one Ian Albert Worthington, President of the Canadian Bank, brother to Miss Lucretia Worthington, at present sitting to my right, and the fiancé of Miss Cassandra Chadwick, seated at this moment to my left.
Very pleased to meet you, Miss Worthington, though I do wish it were under more pleasant circumstances.
Well, I apologize for not sharing in your delight, but I've never understood my brother's fascination with dollymops.
You have some nerve.
But yes I do! To the matter at hand.
On this day in 1901, with witnesses present and in the offices of said attorneys - James, James, Jarvis - Oh, for the love of Peter! Sir.
Are you sure that's wise? Under the circumstances, Murdoch, I think it's imperative.
Mentioned date and henceforth that said attorneys will invoke a policy of Attorney Jacob Edward James? - Get a grip on yourself, man! - Yes, sir.
And stick to the bloody manuscript! - Yes, sir.
- And stop calling me sir! Yes, sir.
Due to Mr.
Worthington's sudden and unexpected absence, I have invoked my power of attorney, and will disperse funds accordingly.
However, I thought it appropriate to inform you, seeing as you are Mr.
Worthington's two existing heirs.
- His two heirs? - Surprised? What? Did the gold digger think she was getting it all? Ladies, I assure you, there is more than enough to go around $500,000 dollars, in fact.
In total? No, no, no.
Each.
Well, my brother will almost certainly reappear very much alive.
Yes, but until either he or his earthly remains resurface please sign here.
But what if, God forbid, he nor his body are ever found? Well, then, Miss Chadwick, I'm afraid Mr.
Worthington will be declared dead in absentia and the estate divided betwixt you.
I see.
In seven years' time.
Excuse me? You did say seven? Excellent work, Mrs.
Chadwick.
Oh, she took that hook, line, and sinker, didn't she? - Dollar signs dancing.
- It's not surprising.
But Eva Pearce won't risk incriminating herself just yet.
Not while she's the only suspect in the murder.
- Right.
- Ah, Crabtree.
Where is Miss Pearce now? Sir, she went back to her apartment.
I thought she'd be straight off to the lake.
She's not quite ready to play that card.
Perhaps it's time for phase two.
Right.
Let's bring on our floozy.
- Sir? - Bonjour.
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Mademoiselle Desaree Deneuve.
Ooh la la.
But I would never kill him! I loved him with all my heart.
Miss Pearce.
Miss Pearce.
Uh, the detective is busy right now, but if you just have a seat over here, he'll be with you shortly.
You are putting words in my mouth.
I have done nothing! Constable Crabtree, this woman being interviewed, does she have something to do with my Ian's disappearance? - I'm not really at liberty to say.
- But you could say, if you wanted to.
It would give me such peace of mind.
Well, seeing as it does pertain to your betrothed Yes, Miss Deneuve has become quite a compelling suspect.
- Miss Deneuve? - Yes, apparently her and Mr.
Worthington were quite an item.
- Before you arrived, of course.
- Of course.
And you have some evidence that she may have harmed him in some way? Yes, yes, the inspector's quite convinced that she did it.
Crabtree.
Take Mademoiselle Deneuve's fingermarks.
- Sir.
Miss Deneuve.
- Miss Pearce, my office, please.
What, if anything, do you know of Mr.
Worthington's previous romantic liaisons? I know of only one other.
A foreign woman.
But it appears you know that as well.
Do you have any knowledge of this woman's whereabouts the day of Mr.
Worthington's disappearance? None whatsoever.
I must say, Detective, you seem less than pleased to have discovered a more likely suspect than myself.
I have no preference one way or the other, Miss Pearce.
I simply seek justice.
I don't believe that to be true, William.
May I call you William? I'd prefer not.
You've developed a great desire to lock me away, regardless of my innocence.
You want nothing more than to stand by the gallows and watch me swing.
If such a day should come to pass, Miss Pearce, it won't be me placing the noose around your neck.
That will be firmly in your hands alone.
Am I free to go, William? Of course.
Oh, and please keep me up to date on any information regarding Mademoiselle Deneuve's involvement in my fiancé's case.
So, George, what do you think of my performance so far? Well, actually, Emily, I find you make quite a convincing trollop.
I'm not quite sure how to take that.
Oh, I simply mean I find it rather Miss Deneuve, you are to let us know your whereabouts at all times and under no circumstances are you to leave the city.
The eyes of the Constabulary are upon you, Mademoiselle.
Just because we're letting you walk out that door doesn't mean you're getting away.
You have no right to accuse me! I am an innocent woman! - And I am - My goodness.
You're ravishing.
I hardly recognized you, Doctor Thank goodness you are here.
These people are terrible! You're free to go, Miss Pearce.
Good day, Detective.
Good day.
Dr.
Grace? I can explain.
Please don't.
The whole bloody thing was almost a total cock-up.
Thankfully, Dr.
Grace kept her wits about her.
Oh, well, from the sounds of it, you all performed wonderfully well.
So, do we think Miss Pearce believes Mademoiselle Deneuve is - your chief suspect? - I believe so.
Good.
Then it's time for stage three.
Gentlemen, gather your players.
It's time to finish this job.
I admire a woman with confidence and conviction, - Mrs.
Chadwick.
- No.
Well, I admire a man who's not afraid to offer a woman a compliment.
That's not difficult when a woman so deserves one.
Oh, my, my, Inspector, a compliment on top of a compliment.
A girl should watch herself around you.
Don't worry, Madame.
I'm a gentleman.
Oh, I don't doubt it.
It's just, it appears I'm not the only one here so skilled in the art of seduction.
Scotch.
The first murder I committed was easy, nothing more than a game, really.
I held no particular rancour toward the victim.
He was just an essential part of the exercise.
But once I got started, it was very hard to stop.
I'm a happily married man, Murdoch.
- Yes, sir.
- I wouldn't change a thing, - even if I could.
- Of course not.
I don't think that's quite fair, George, being angry with me for kissing Mr.
Garland.
I had no choice.
Remember that moving picture you did? It's exactly the same situation.
Oh, really, you think that's quite accurate, Emily? Because I saw the kiss you gave Garland.
It seemed quite genuine to me.
I can't even imagine still being a bachelor at my age.
Oh, of course not, sir.
Then again What of it? It's not as if you and I are married.
Let me tell you this, Murdoch.
A man has to experience what life has to offer before he can be a good husband.
Well, if that's the way you feel, then maybe we should just break things off until you're done with your diversions.
- Are you ending things with me? - I'm not going to Are you? - George? - Yes, I suppose I am.
That's the signal.
Are you ready? Are you ready? Yes.
Of course I am.
- Eva Pearce is approaching.
- Yes, I see that.
- Cassie Chadwick! - Miss Worthington.
I was so pleased to receive your invitation to lunch.
So unexpected.
Oh, please, please, call me Lucretia.
And I do apologize for my behaviour the other day.
I had somehow mistaken you for my brother's previous dalliance who was Between us, are the rumours true? Are you really affiliated with Mr.
Andrew Carnegie? - Yoo-hoo! Miss Worthington.
- Oh, dear.
There's the woman I was referring to now.
Don't look.
- A Miss Deneuve, I believe.
- Miss Worthington! Miss Deneuve? Miss Deneuve, I have made my feelings toward you perfectly clear.
But I could never kill your brother.
I loved him.
You must believe me! I don't believe a word.
- Miss Desaree Deneuve! - It's not true! You are under arrest for the murder of Mr.
Ian Worthington! - What? - Come with me.
No! I will not go.
- Miss Deneuve, please put the gun down.
- No.
Miss Deneuve, you're not helping your case.
If you just come with me - No.
- Miss Deneuve, look, I realize you're very upset, you've been wronged Oh, dear! Come away, child.
Emily, are you all right? Emily? Emily? Emily? They gone? Oh, for Pete's sake! Dr.
Grace, are you really hurt? I added the blood last minute.
There's always some on hand at the morgue.
You could have at least warned me.
- Very good, both of you.
- Well, I certainly believed it.
Yes, sir.
It appears Dr.
Grace is quite good at deception and chicanery.
Do you take me for a fool? If you continue, you will both die.
Higgins! Will you stop that?! Two days of following Eva Pearce from beauty salon to hairdressers, and nothing, not even as much as a nod to Russell Creek Road.
Patience, gentlemen.
Nothing will dissuade Miss Pearce now.
Then why the delay? Sir, the mail's just come in.
There's a letter for you with no return address.
Ian Worthington's body is in the southeast corner of Russell Pond.
Signed Anonymous.
There is no way we'll be able to prove she sent this.
I'm beginning to admire this woman's ingenuity.
As am I.
I believe it's in our best interest to declare this case - officially closed.
- Sir? Oh.
Well, how tall was he? Well, how tall are you? Well, as we've never met, that doesn't really help me.
Excuse me, Constable? - Well, how tall are you? - Detective Murdoch.
Miss Pearce.
Constable Crabtree is busy on another case at the moment.
If you could please have a seat.
You don't know how tall you are? - Miss Worthington.
- Miss Pearce.
So, they've asked you to the station as well? Yes, though I have no idea why.
You don't suppose there's been some development? I wonder if they found Ian's body Oh! Miss Chadwick, Miss Worthington.
Thank you for your trouble.
We've brought you in to inform you that the Constabulary have concluded that Mr.
Worthington was indeed killed by the late Miss Deneuve.
A tragic, unfortunate circumstance.
However, as Miss Deneuve is of course no longer with us, we have to declare the investigation officially closed.
- Closed? - But how can the investigation be closed? Has the body been located? No, it hasn't as of yet, I'm afraid.
We did receive an anonymous letter suggesting the whereabouts of his remains might be in a pond, but we sent a man out to have a poke around; he didn't find anything.
But you must look again.
Well, yes.
I mean, what if the man simply failed - to locate poor Ian and his body is down - Look, ladies, I'm very sorry.
The Constabulary is not in the business of corpse recovery.
I mean, we just don't have the resources to go re-investigating every anonymous tip.
If Mr.
Worthington's remains are found, you'll be the first to know.
Thank you for coming in.
Oh! Well, that's that, then.
Terrible.
But I should be returning to the continent in the morning.
There's just no sense sitting vigil.
But surely we can't leave things as they are.
All will be settled in time, my dear.
These seven years will just fly by.
Now, thank goodness you have your benefactor Mr.
Carnegie to take care of you.
Don't grieve.
Until then, Miss Chadwick.
Miss Worthington.
Do you have those figures I requested from you earlier? - Yes, sir.
- Wonderful.
As you can see - George.
- Sir.
On my way.
Where are you? - Where?! - Miss Pearce.
What are you doing? You'll catch your death in there.
Nice of Mr.
Carnegie to invite us, Murdoch.
- Yes.
I'm just not sure why, exactly.
- Inspector Brackenreid.
- Detective Murdoch.
- Mrs.
Chadwick.
Oh, here you are.
I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye and thanking you both.
Oh, you've done me such a great service catching my impostor.
Oh, it's our pleasure.
And thank you for your assistance.
Were it not for you, we may have never put Eva Pearce behind bars.
Oh, you're too kind.
And take care of yourselves, please, won't you? There are many more Cassie Chadwicks out there.
None quite so devious as Eva Pearce, I hope? Women can be very misleading.
We are all capable of looking straight into a man's eye and disguising any lie as the truth.
We do it every day.
Well, all are capable, but not all are so inclined.
Well, I hope for your sake that's true, Detective Murdoch.
It's been a pleasure, Mrs.
Chadwick.
And if I wasn't a legitimately married woman, Inspector.
So, till we meet again, gentlemen.
Good day.
Ah, Inspectors.
Thank you for coming.
Mr.
Carnegie.
I understand you've apprehended one Cassie Chadwick? Yes, sir, also known as Eva Pearce.
She's being tried for the murder of Ian Worthington.
Yes, well, I've just received word about another Cassie Chadwick, operating in Cleveland, married to a respectable doctor.
Seems she's been borrowing money against my name for a long time, pretending to be my illegitimate daughter.
Capable of looking a man straight in the eye.
Bloody hell! She's pinched my wallet! Ho, ho, ho.
- It's not funny, Murdoch.
- No, sir.
Not to worry, Murdoch.
I'll make the necessary phone calls to Cleveland and alert them of the embarrassing truth.
"Excuse me, officers.
It seems that we've assisted the original and entirely active Cassie Chadwick in shutting down the activities of her own copycat.
" I need no reminder, sir.
Oh, cheer up, Murdoch.
Sometimes you have to sacrifice a small fish to catch the big one.
You brought a two-time murderess to justice.
That's the important part.
Sirs, I'll be leaving for the day.
Why don't you treat yourself and Dr.
Grace to a nice meal courtesy of Stationhouse n°4? The happy couple deserve it after all their hard work, don't you think, Murdoch? Sirs, Dr.
Grace and I are not socializing in that manner at this time.
George? I'm sorry to hear that.
Surely just a bump in the road, eh, Crabtree? - She's taken with another chap.
- You've got to fight for the girl, Crabtree.
Get in there and show her who's the better man! Well, don't just bloody stand there and let a good thing walk out the door! Yes, sir.
- Very good advice, sir.
- Of course it's bloody good advice.
And George wasn't the only one to hear it.
Murdoch, what are you doing? That's my scotch.
Sir, I'm going to ask Dr.
Ogden to marry me.
When? When? No time like the present.
About bloody time, Murdoch.
Good man! Emily? I hope I'm not intruding? No, not at all, Mr.
Garland.
Please allow me to apologize for the other day.
I hope you understand the nature of the situation - I was placed in.
- Yes, of course.
I understand entirely.
And I hope you haven't formed a false impression of my true intentions.
I hope so as well.
Pour Mademoiselle.
I, uh, I was wondering if you might allow me to escort you to dinner.
Hm? A nice bistro, perhaps? Uh Mr.
Garland, I couldn't possibly Of course.
You are spoken for.
I apologize.
Actually dinner would be nice.
William.
What are you doing here? Julia, I have something to ask you.
- Julia - William.
I sincerely hope that you could make me the happiest man - No, William - Just a moment.
- By agreeing to - William, I'm sorry, - I just can't.
- What? Julia.
Julia.
Julia.
Open the door! Julia, please, let me in! Julia! Julia, please! It's your last weekend of freedom.
All-new Murdoch, March 3rd.
Well, Murdoch? She said no.
To all the happy bacheloresses.
Emily?! Help! Murdoch Mysteries, returns March 3rd on CBC.