The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s18e06 Episode Script

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Detective Murdoch!
(CHOI CHUCKLES)
Inspector. I, I'm
surprised to see you here.
Oh, who wouldn't want
to see the Milton Man?
Isn't it incredible
that such an artifact
was found so close to Toronto?
We still have so much to
learn about continental drift
- and the migratory route
- (WOMAN): What nonsense!
There is no Missing Link!
We didn't descend from the apes!
Read the Bible, you heathens!
Everyone has an interest in
this in their own fashion.
I've always found that my faith
and scientific curiosity
can peacefully coexist.
Hm. Try telling them that.
Oh, I've received a
call from Miss Cherry.
- She's a reporter at The Sentinel.
- I know Miss Cherry.
She's starting a series of
profiles of interesting Torontonians
- and wants to feature me.
- Oh!
Hm. Oh, I'm sure she'll ask you next.
(CHUCKLES) It's not that.
It's just that I've
taken exception to some of Miss
Cherry's reporting in the past.
I'll refuse her offer, then.
Oh, no, no. You should
do it. You should do it.
It's just that if Miss Cherry
isn't armed with the facts,
she tends to make up her own.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
So what happened after they tied you up?
I was facing the wall.
But I heard them load
the crates of whisky
onto the back of their motor wagon.
Can you give a description of the men?
They had bandanas covering their faces.
That's convenient.
I'm telling the truth.
Uh, you say they had a motor wagon.
- Did you get a good look at it?
- Yeah.
It was a Galloway, had yellow spokes.
What kind of thieves
can afford a motor wagon?
You think I'm making this all up?
I'll show you.
I'll find these men and
teach them a lesson myself.
Sir, please leave that to us.
That'll be all for now.
Why'd you have to doubt him?
The whisky could be
in that man's garage.
We'll take a look.
But until then,
we'll accept the man's story.
In the case of the Heidelberg skull,
which was of early Pleistocene date,
the symphysial region of the jaw
was essentially human in its markings
and in its characteristics.
Whereas the features of the mandible
on the Milton specimen are
simian, which, of course,
is of an earlier date.
This hominid, one can only conclude,
that this is the best
and only proof we have
that the leap that we
took from ape to man
occurred right here in Canada.
- (APPLAUSE)
- Thank you. Thank you.
Now, I would be pleased to
take some learned questions.
Yes, the young man in front.
Are you a God-fearing man, Mr. Tincton?
(MURMURING)
- I don't want any trouble, please, so
- Ho, ho, I agree!
Eve gave the Lord a
little trouble and, uh,
we were expelled from
the Garden of Eden.
Isn't that right, everybody?
- That's right, that's right.
- (SCATTERED CLAPPING)
I'm sure these honest
people have questions
- I'd like to answer, so
- Then answer me this:
- Why should we believe
- Right
in this abomination
that the Devil himself
placed here to lead us astray?
I retrieved this from the ground.
This is not the work of the devil.
This is proof of man's evolution.
- Poppycock.
- (CROWD MURMURING)
That is the only response
fit in this mockery.
Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.
Mr. Wilde, please exit the stage.
Detective, I was
wondering if the good Lord
would put you in my path once again.
- It seems he has seen fit to do so.
- (SIGHS)
You haven't seen the
last of me, you charlatan.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
Thank you very much.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Thank you.
And thank you, Detective,
for all your help.
You're most welcome.
Uh, would you mind if we took
a closer look at the Milton Man?
Yes. I would like to
see how the eyeteeth
compare to a specimen
I saw in Luxembourg
- back in 19
- I, I, I'm sorry, gentlemen.
The skull is with Mr.
Hudson for safekeeping.
- Hm.
- Uh, Mr. Leopold Hudson?
- Do you know him?
- Yes. He's an adventurer.
- Hm.
- And a relic hunter.
The last time we crossed paths
he was taking a lost treasure
that we'd found back to Peru.
Sir!
- Sir, are you all right?
- (GROANING)
Ah!
Ah
Where is it?
Where's what?
My skull.
Ah, someone stole my skull.
(THEME MUSIC)
What brings you back
to Toronto, Mr. Hudson?
Mr. Tincton hired me
to guard the Milton Man.
And now it's missing.
What's happened?
I was taking the skull
back to the hotel,
right after the lecture.
I turned down a passageway,
then felt a blow on the back of my head.
When I awoke, it was gone.
Mr. Hudson, you really
should be out looking for it.
I know you want me out there
chasing down that skull,
but let me tell you, no
one could help me find it
quicker than Detective Murdoch.
(SCOFFS)
It was likely a targeted theft,
and, in which case, it could be
on its way out of the country.
There's every chance it
could still be in Toronto.
Just find it!
That skull is of the utmost
importance to the entire human race!
Did you see your assailant?
No.
Who else knew you were
carrying the artifact?
I bet you it was that man at my lecture
who was shouting about it
being the work of the devil!
(PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.
Detective Murdoch.
Yes.
I see. I will, sir. Thank you.
You'll have to excuse me, gentlemen.
I'm needed at the chief
constable's office.
Is it about the skull?
It is. Uh, I'll be in touch.
Miss Cherry. I, I didn't
expect to see you here.
Uh. We meet in person.
I'm Inspector Albert Choi.
Inspector. Have you given more thought
to the Top Men of Toronto profile?
Miss Cherry, please conduct
your business on your own time.
Murdoch, Choi, what do you
know about this missing skull?
I'd only just heard of the
robbery when you telephoned.
You haven't seen this
morning's newspaper?
I've had the president of the
university call me, furious.
It's not their property.
Well, they want it to be.
The whole thing is a bloody malarkey.
What do you mean, sir?
We're not descended
from animals, are we?
You don't all believe
that rubbish, do you?
It's hard to argue with the evidence.
How did you learn about the
theft so quickly, Miss Cherry?
A loyal reader.
She found Mr. Leopold Hudson
unconscious in the street.
He was the one carrying
the skull for Mr. Tincton.
How lucky this witness
came right to you.
Luck has nothing to do with it.
The Sentinel is an excellent newspaper.
You've already talked to Preacher Wilde.
He was all too happy to talk.
He says, "Thank the good Lord
the abomination was stolen.
I only pray that it is
destroyed and forgotten."
I wouldn't be surprised if he
had something to do with that.
Mm. Where is Mr. Wilde, Miss Cherry?
Inspector Choi, you don't
know me, but I have one rule.
I don't give anything away
without something in return.
Fine. You can interview
me for your newspaper.
Excellent.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Mr. Caine. Hello.
Sit down here. I'll
make your arrest report.
Uh, Mr. Caine? What's the charge?
Theft. He was a part
of the whisky robbery.
I told you I had nothing to do with it!
Stay there and be quiet.
I found out that Mr.
Caine has criminal friends.
He just came into a lot of money.
Few hours in the cells,
and he'll confess.
Well, I'll still look into the robbery.
- We should try to find the rest of them.
- Don't waste your time.
Whisky's probably in America by now.
Detective Murdoch.
Mr. Wilde.
I'm surprised to see
you back here in Toronto.
Well, the good Lord called me
back to the Great
White North once again.
And I must say, the travelling
life suits me just fine.
Say, have you accepted
Jesus into your heart?
I go to church every Sunday,
if that's what you're asking.
Mm.
Mr. Wilde, after you were
escorted out of the lecture hall,
did you leave the area?
I stayed near the doors.
- I didn't see you.
- The back doors.
I wanted another word with Mr. Tincton.
Uh, did you see a man
leave out those doors
with the case carrying the skull?
I did.
I must confess, I wasn't kind.
I told him that it was not too late
to make his peace with God
and rebuke that so-called Missing Link,
but he just ignored me.
Did you follow him?
I did not.
Found some other folks
to conversate with.
Well, thank you for
your time, Mr. Wilde.
Oh.
These sermons of yours.
Keep them peaceful, understand?
Of course, of course.
I swear by all that is good and holy.
I struggle to believe a single word
- that comes out of that man's mouth.
- Hm.
If he did have the Milton Man skull,
he would've made quite
the spectacle of it by now.
Good point.
So what now, Detective?
Mr. Hudson is a man
of far too many talents
to be a mere guard.
I'd like to know why Mr.
Tincton is really paying him.
Hm.
(HUDSON): He said it was
a tectonic arrangement.
(LAUGHING)
- Mr. Hudson.
- Oh! Uh, Detective Murdoch.
Please, meet Daphne Fitzwilliam.
Miss Fitzwilliam works in the
geology department at the university.
Oh. Pleasure.
You must be very interested
in the Milton Man.
Of course. Mr. Hudson
was asking if I had heard
of anyone claiming to
have the missing skull.
I have not.
Miss Fitzwilliam, if you'll pardon me,
I need to tear Mr. Hudson away
for a word, police business.
Of course. I was just leaving.
- Oh.
- Goodbye, Leopold.
I hope we will meet again soon.
I will make sure of it.
Hm.
(CLEARS THROAT) Your attention.
Oh, sorry. (CHUCKLES)
Whoo! Perhaps I should
be spending more times
in the halls of
academia. (HUDSON LAUGHS)
- Perhaps.
- Uh, how can I help?
(SIGHS) Is there something
you should be telling me
- about the Milton Man?
- Like what?
Oh, you've been hired to
guard the skull by Mr. Tincton,
but is there something more?
No flies on you.
I don't think he wants
it to be public knowledge,
but Mr. Tincton hired me
to broker a quick sale of the skull.
Why keep that a secret?
Maybe he thinks selling it for money,
rather than donating it,
reflects poorly on him.
Wh Why would Tincton want to part
with such a momentous find?
I don't know.
I had contacted a few
institutions I knew would want it,
but Tincton told me he wanted
to sell to a private buyer.
And did you line one up?
A man named Mr. Lionel Dawson,
a very private man
with very deep pockets.
I'd like to have a word
with this Mr. Dawson.
Absolutely.
You have an incredible
collection, Mr. Dawson.
I don't usually let anyone into my home.
Please don't touch anything.
You've heard the Milton Man was stolen?
Yes. Horrible.
Do you know who took it?
That's what we're here to find out.
I was prepared to buy it.
I certainly had no reason to steal it.
I would presume Mr. Tincton was asking
a fairly steep price for his artifact.
I would gladly pay any amount.
More than Dr. Bethell
would pay, I'd imagine.
He was interested?
This Dr. Bethell is
also a private collector?
He buys on behalf of the Natural
History Museum in New York City.
I wired him that Mr. Tincton
preferred a private buyer,
- but I never heard back.
- Hm.
(SWING MUSIC)
(CROWD CHEERING)
It's done.
Worker's in the cells.
(BARMAN): Here you go.
Is he gonna talk?
No, I told him it was in his
best interest to take his lumps.
I told him that a year in jail
was smarter than mentioning you.
He agreed.
Smart man.
I don't know how much
longer I can keep doing this.
I'd say as long as I
keep telling you to.
See you around.
I have never seen anything
like Mr. Dawson's collection.
His entire home was like
a cabinet of curiosities.
A Wunderkammer.
Indeed.
Sprichst du Deutsch?
- Uh, no.
- Hm.
Do you think he did
steal the Milton Man?
I'm not sure. He's still
seems keen to purchase it.
- Hm.
- I did learn of another
potential buyer, however.
A Dr. Bethell from the
Natural History Museum.
- In New York City?
- Yes.
- Oh.
- I contacted his office,
and apparently Dr. Bethell
was due to arrive in Toronto
three days ago to purchase
the skull for the museum.
Maybe he didn't like the competition.
Did his office know
where he was staying?
The Trenton Arms Hotel.
You're taking me there
right now, aren't you?
- I am.
- Hm.
The concierge says he hasn't
seen Dr. Bethell in three days.
No phone calls, no room service.
Did he do a moonlight flit?
He's paid up to the end of the week.
(KNOCKING)
Dr. Bethell? Toronto
Constabulary. Open up.
(HANDLE RATTLING)
Dr. Bethell?
(TENSE MUSIC)
Killed three days ago by a knife
to the right carotid artery.
Death would have been quick.
- Any defensive wounds?
- None. Just the stab wound.
So, the assailant could
have come from behind him.
Possibly.
Also, the cut was unusual.
Blade would have been
wide with an uneven edge.
- A serrated knife?
- No,
the edges were too uneven and jagged.
I would guess the blade was handmade.
So this is him, then?
The fellow who stole the Milton Man?
Uh, no, sir. Dr. Bethell here
was killed three days ago,
- before the skull was stolen.
- Ah.
Do you think his murder's
connected to the theft?
I'm heading back to the hotel
to continue searching his room.
Violet, what do you think about
this missing-link business?
It's interesting.
I was just reading
Othniel Marsh's article
on the fifty-million-year
evolution of the horse.
That's horses. I'm talking mankind.
You don't believe that we
descended from apes, do you?
Darwin's theory of
evolution seems sound to me.
But everyone knows that mankind
descended from Adam and Eve.
I have some books I can
lend you on the subject.
They provide some contrary theories.
Good day, Miss Hart.
Detective, can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Do you think I should
provide my own portrait?
- I beg your pardon?
- For my profile
- in The Sentinel.
- Oh!
Well, I suppose that's up to you.
- Hm.
- Would you mind drawing
that curtain for me?
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
- What is that?
- It's an ultraviolet light.
It can detect, uh, blood
spatter, footprints,
- that sort of thing.
- How does it work?
- Would you really like to know?
- Of course.
Ultraviolet light can detect phosphors.
Blood contains fluorescent molecules,
and this light can show them to us.
Like so.
(WHIRRING)
Ingenious.
It's just basic science, really.
I only see blood in
the area we found him.
Hm.
Oh. What's this?
It looks like a shard of black glass.
It's glowing.
That would be because of the
phosphors on it from blood.
Obsidian.
- Volcanic glass?
- Large pieces of obsidian
were knapped into incredibly sharp
blades in the Neolithic period.
Well, that would be a
very odd murder weapon.
Hm. But a fitting end for a
palaeontologist, wouldn't you say?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
He met Tony Petrucci at the
Starbright Club last night.
What are you doing
investigating a fellow constable?
I spoke to some of Mr. Caine's friends.
From all accounts, he's an honest man.
Are you saying Tucker arrested Mr. Caine
to cover for Mr. Petrucci?
I'm going to release Caine,
tell him it would be wise
to lay low for a while,
visit some out-of-town relatives.
Then I'll keep watching Tucker.
I don't like where this is going.
Neither do I.
Dr. Bethell? Murdered?
Did you know he was in Toronto?
I knew he was in contact with Mr. Hudson
and the museum was very interested.
But Mr. Hudson had told me that
he hadn't heard from Dr. Bethell.
Hm. He didn't notify
you when he arrived?
No.
And I wish he would. I would've
loved to discuss this find with him.
Dr. Bethell has a
Sorry, had
a towering reputation in this field.
And yet, I understand you sought
out a private buyer for the skull.
I don't know anything
about selling artifacts.
- That's why I hired Mr. Hudson.
- I see.
You don't think I had anything to do
with this grisly business, do you?
This is a great loss to palaeontology.
I've read several of
Dr. Bethell's books.
Thank you for your time, Mr. Tincton.
Oh, uh, would you happen to own
any artifacts made of obsidian?
No. Why do you ask?
It might have to do with to the case.
Well, it's not my field of expertise,
but I do believe that Leopold Hudson
had some fine specimens.
Why are you asking about obsidian?
Answer the question, Mr. Hudson.
I have had some, in the past.
I've sold some hand axes to collectors.
We believe Dr. Bethell was killed
with a knapped obsidian axe.
I never even met the man in person.
I didn't even know he was in Toronto.
Why would I have killed him?
Perhaps Dr. Bethell was too
insistent you sell to him,
and the argument got heated.
And I told you I didn't
even know he was in Toronto.
I heard that. That
doesn't mean I believe it.
Detective, remind me,
were there any witnesses
to the theft of the skull?
No.
You could have taken the skull
- with the intention of selling it yourself.
- I already told you,
I was hit on the head
and the case was stolen!
Detective Murdoch,
arrest Mr. Hudson.
Maybe with some time in the
cells, he'll be more forthcoming.
You're allowing this?
(SCOFFS) I thought we were friends.
We have no evidence linking
Mr. Hudson to the crime.
Not yet. But, like he
says, you two are friends.
With all due respect, sir,
I am only considering
the facts in this case.
The fact is, Mr. Hudson's dealings
sometimes skirt the law.
You told me yourself
he once stole evidence
right out from under you.
He had his reasons.
I just I don't believe
Leopold Hudson is a killer.
(SIGHS) What do you propose?
I will go to the university
and see if they know of anyone
who has an obsidian blade.
And I'll take a photograph of Mr. Hudson
to the Trenton Arms Hotel
and see if anyone saw him there.
I already spoke with the
concierge. He saw no one.
I'll offer a dollar to the bell boy.
They see everything.
Detective,
I know you don't want me to be right.
Sir, I want to catch a killer.
Excuse me. Can you tell me where I
might find the geology department?
Detective! Lovely to see you again.
Miss Fitzwilliam, hello.
How is your investigation progressing?
Any leads on the Milton Man skull?
I'm afraid our investigation
has now grown to include murder.
Who was murdered?
Dr. Bethell of the Natural
History Museum, three days ago.
Oh, no.
Did you know him?
Just a little, professionally.
Did his murder have anything
to do with the missing skull?
I don't know.
We believe he was killed
with an obsidian axe.
That's why I'm here,
to find out who might have such a thing.
We have three specimens
of obsidian tools
- in the department.
- Oh!
Well, I'll need to bring them
into the station house for testing.
Of course.
Do you know of anyone else
who might have obsidian tools?
There are some tools in other
collections outside of Toronto.
A cache was found in British
Columbia earlier this year,
and I heard one went missing.
Is that right?
Mr. Hudson also told me he
sold some examples lately.
That's the second person
that's mentioned Mr. Hudson.
Oh, but he couldn't have
anything to do with a murder.
You're certain of that?
I know where he was three evenings ago.
He was with me.
Between you and I,
we were together the entire night.
- I see.
- But if you say a word,
I could lose my position here.
I see no reason to make your
activities public knowledge.
(SIGHS) Thank you.
Come with me. The axes
are right this way.
Daphne told you that?
I understand you were trying to preserve
a young lady's reputation,
but that information could have
saved you time in the cells.
It would've saved me time
if you had just believed me.
I'm still looking for anyone who knew
Dr. Bethell was in Toronto.
Good luck with your case.
I still intend on finding that
Milton Man skull for Mr. Tincton.
Goodbye, Detective.
- (DOOR SLAMS)
- You released Mr. Hudson.
- He has an alibi for the night of the murder.
- Hm.
I've just been to the hotel.
The night desk clerk told me
that a man asked for Dr.
Bethell's room number.
- Did he give you a name?
- No.
But the clerk did remember the man:
Full beard with an
ostentatious silk cravat.
Detective.
It's quite late for a visit.
This isn't a social call.
Oh.
- Have you found the Milton Man?
- I have not.
I have been concentrating
on the murder of Dr. Bethell.
So perhaps you can tell
me what you were doing
at his hotel on the night of his death?
All right, yes.
I went to the Trenton Arms.
Dr. Bethell had sent me
a telegram he was coming.
Why did he do that?
I had gone up against
him and his museum before.
I suppose he wanted me to
know the game was afoot.
You led me to believe that
you did not see Dr. Bethell.
But I didn't. I went to his hotel
and knocked on his door,
but there was no answer, so I left.
Are these obsidian?
Yes,
I brought them back from
New Guinea a few years ago.
- A rare find.
- Hm.
I'll need to take these to
the station house with me.
You can't!
Either I take these with me now,
or I arrest you for murder.
(SIGHS)
(SWING MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, hey, bo-weevil ♪
Don't sing the blues no more ♪
Bo-weevils here ♪
Bo-weevils everywhere you go ♪
I'm a lone bo-weevil ♪
Tucker. Can we talk?
What do you want? I'm off duty.
You'll want to hear what I have to say.
How long have you been
working for Tony Petrucci?
You shut your dirty mouth.
Tucker, I am giving you a chance to dig
- your way outta this.
- Henry the magnanimous.
You will tell the Inspector
what you've been up to,
or I will.
You can't.
Tony'll kill me.
He'll kill my wife.
The Inspector can
protect you and your wife.
If you do the right thing.
Some of them's so evil ♪
Afraid they might poison me ♪
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Oh, wow.
You found the murder weapon.
I've found several obsidian examples
with Miss Fitzwilliam and Mr. Dawson,
but none of them appear
to be the murder weapon.
Mm. (CHUCKLING)
What are you doing here, Mr. Hudson?
Well, I've been thinking,
Detective Murdoch.
I'm going to give you
the chance to apologize.
A
I was doing my job.
Yes, well
I might have a lead.
I was just with Mr.
Tincton and he's very upset.
What about? Having his artifact stolen?
He was accosted by that
preacher outside our hotel.
Mr. Wilde.
He said Mr. Tincton was hell-bound
and he'd hasten the departure himself.
- Did he harm Mr. Tincton?
- No.
But he shouted he might want to come
to the university this morning.
Why?
He would be smashing the Milton Man.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
The theories that these
so-called evolutionists spew
are an insult to reason
and a shock to the heart.
Yeah, I've read Mr. Darwin's book.
It's all animal, animal, animal,
with never a thought
of God or of religion.
So, right here, right now,
I am going to destroy
that ape-man for good.
Should we stop him?
I don't see the Milton
Man skull anywhere, do you?
I give you the Missing Link!
(APE GRUNTING)
Watch as I give him a
taste of the hammer of God.
- (APE GRUNTING)
- Heathens!
Get back, creature!
There was never kinship
between me and thee!
I am a man of God!
All right, that's enough.
Mr. Wilde, a word please.
Detective, I'm in the middle of a fight.
Now.
(SIGHS) Take five.
Mr. Wilde, did you have an argument
with Mr. Tincton earlier today?
I may have had words with him.
He is spreading darkness and depravity!
Did you also have words with Dr. Bethell
of the Natural History Museum?
He and Tincton are of the same mind.
Well, I don't know this Dr. Bethell.
He was murdered in his hotel room.
Well, I wouldn't know
anything about that.
He was very interested
in the Milton Man skull.
That I was hit and left for dead for.
Do you believe it's real, sir?
Yes, of course.
This certainly is a godless
country in need of salvation.
Why, just this morning,
when I was spreading the news
about this deception, a lady came up
and kicked me right in the shin.
She said that the Missing
Link skull was real
and that the world
would see it soon enough.
What did this lady look like?
Uh, she was small,
wire glasses, hair pulled back tight.
- (KNOCKING)
- Yes?
Detective Murdoch. I'd like a word.
Just a minute!
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
Miss Fitzwilliam,
what are you hiding behind your back?
Step away from the desk.
Now.
(HUDSON SCOFFS)
Daphne, how could you?
You were the one who knocked me out?
I felt terrible about that.
That's why I asked you out to dinner,
to see if you were all right.
Thank you for your concern.
Why did you steal the skull?
I overheard Mr. Tincton
talking to Mr. Hudson
about selling it to a private buyer.
But this needs to be in a
museum where it can be studied.
So you stole it to
give to the university?
Eventually.
I thought if I could have
some time alone with it,
to really study it,
I would be the expert.
I'm sick of Cambrian fossils!
I want to study the dawn of man.
I don't believe this.
I just didn't understand.
Donating it to a museum would have
put Mr. Tincton in the history books.
It would likely be named after him!
Eoanthropus Tinctoni, perhaps.
But, no, I suppose he
only cared about money.
And what of Dr. Bethell?
Did you not want to keep
the skull from him as well?
I didn't have anything to
do with Dr. Bethell's death.
I didn't know he was even in Toronto!
Murdoch, I have to come
clean to you about something.
Right now?
When Miss Fitzwilliam told you
I couldn't have killed Dr. Bethell,
as I was with her all night
- Uh, Leopold!
- She lied.
We weren't together that night.
And you went along with her lie.
My alibi wasn't true! My innocence is.
I know you trust that.
Miss Fitzwilliam,
you will accompany me
to the station house
where you will be charged with assault,
theft, and, quite possibly, murder.
What will happen to this?
It's coming with me, as evidence.
So Miss Fitzwilliam stole the skull
and lied to give herself an alibi
the night that Dr. Bethell was killed.
Yes, but I've tested all
three of the obsidian axes
that I took from her department
and none of them had
traces of blood on them,
nor did they match the fragment
that was found at the scene.
She must've had a fourth.
But why would she kill Dr.
Bethell? She admired him.
Any comment on the palaeontology murder?
Miss Cherry, I will be releasing
a statement in due time.
Perhaps you should
consider speaking now.
I did see Detective Murdoch
take Miss Fitzwilliam
to the station a short time ago.
No comment. But if you did want to talk,
we could arrange a
time for my interview.
For my profile. In your newspaper.
Oh.
I've decided to profile
Leopold Hudson instead.
That man should be in films.
Tall, rugged, a
globetrotting adventurer.
- I've trotted around the globe.
- Now, back to the murder case.
I'm very busy, Miss Cherry. Goodbye.
(SIGHS)
Good work on the
Bethell murder, Murdoch.
And you've recovered the Milton Man.
(BRACKENREID): Part of me
wishes it would've stayed stolen.
This artifact will
put Canada on the map.
We're on the bloody map.
We don't need the help
of this abomination,
half-man, half-ape.
Honestly, I don't know
what to make of it.
Are you taking it back
to Mr. Tincton, Murdoch?
Not quite yet.
I need another word
with Miss Fitzwilliam.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Would you like to hold it?
It's not every day you can
touch a part of man's evolution.
I'll leave you to it.
I don't know where we came
from, or where we're going,
but I'm quite content to
live in the here and now.
And that, Albert, is about
to be The Tipsy Ferret.
- Hm.
- Good afternoon.
Why did you lie earlier?
About spending the
night with Mr. Hudson?
I felt guilty, I suppose.
- Mm.
- I didn't know if my theft
brought him under suspicion
for Dr. Bethell's murder.
Well that falsehood gave you an alibi,
which you now no longer have.
That's not why I did it.
Where were you really
the night that Dr. Bethell was murdered?
At home working on my book,
Trilobites of the Americas. Alone.
Miss Fitzwilliam
what do you think about
this Milton Man skull?
It's incredible.
And to think it was found
in a fairly high strata.
Contravening the geological
superposition theory.
- Exactly.
- Other similar specimens
have been found in Germany
and in the south Himalayas,
but did you ever think
- one would be found here, in Ontario?
- No.
Frankly I'm amazed that a link between
Simiidae and Hominidae
was found in Canada.
Right.
You'll be taken back to the cells now.
I've given you my fingermarks.
You'll see I was never
in Dr. Bethell's room.
And you can ask my colleagues!
I could never hurt anyone.
You managed to hurt Mr.
Hudson for the artifact.
That'll be all for now.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
Keeping the Milton Man all to yourself?
I keep thinking about
something Miss Fitzwilliam said:
"Why would Mr. Tincton not
want a museum to have this?"
He wouldn't be the first
to choose money over renown.
But to have the Missing Link hominid
named after you?
Your name would live on forever.
Humility?
What's this all about, then?
Perhaps there's another reason
that Mr. Tincton doesn't
want a museum to have it.
Mind if I sit in?
- Not at all.
- Hm.
(TENSE MUSIC)
This came for you.
Starbright Club.
Eight o'clock. Be there.
- Now you have observed the mandible.
- Mm-hmm.
Now compare it to that
of a modern orangutan.
It looks very similar. Shouldn't it be?
Look at the molars.
They've been shaved down to be even,
as if with a metal file.
Hm. Hard to tell.
We don't know the diet of this hominid.
If I swab a portion with alcohol
Observe.
Ah.
Looks like the bone now
has a greenish tinge.
That tells me that this bone
has been artificially aged
with bichromate of potash.
Are you saying what
I think you're saying?
I've also conducted a fluorine
analysis and it's definitive.
This skull was never
buried in the ground at all.
Mr. Tincton combined
a modern human skull
with the mandible of an orangutan.
The Milton Man is a fraud.
Mr. Tincton lied.
He did see Dr. Bethell
when he came to Toronto.
He was so confident in his fake artifact
that he went directly
to Dr. Bethell's room.
And Dr. Bethell likely grew suspicious.
He's probably seen many
fake artifacts in his time.
So he threatened to
expose Tincton as a fraud.
- It is! Get out!
- Any possibility of renown
and riches gone in an instant.
And in a moment of fury
(CHOI): He killed Dr. Bethell.
That must be why he wanted to sell it
so quickly to a private buyer.
Yes.
He wouldn't have
likely gotten the glory,
but he would've been rich, nonetheless.
We have to find him.
Miss Cherry had another article
in today's newspaper
about the Milton Man.
Here it is.
"Mr. Tincton has gone back
to the same site in Milton
in the hopes of uncovering
more of the Missing Link."
Mr. Hudson will know where
the excavation site is.
- I'll take him.
- Uh, and this?
Keep it for now.
- It is evidence, after all.
- Hm.
Just not the kind we thought it was.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Ah, Leopold. Detective.
Ha, ha. You showed up just
in time. Look what I found.
Huh? Now I was lucky enough
to find one Milton Man skull,
but two? (CHUCKLING)
- Incredible.
- Huh?
Now,
what of my first Milton Man?
Have either of you found it?
- Ah, yes, the Missing Link.
- Yes.
You did take it to Dr.
Bethell at his hotel
prior to your lecture, didn't you?
No, I never, I never saw him.
You had him examine it,
- and he discovered that it was a fake.
- Now,
wait just a moment here
And that's why you asked me to sell it
to the highest private bidder, and fast.
That skull is not a fake.
It most undoubtedly is.
As is this one.
Tell me, did you spend any time
in British Columbia earlier this year?
Yes, I was working with the
Canadian Geological Survey
on a Pleistocene-era excavation.
Where you unearthed a
cache of obsidian tools.
One of them has gone missing.
- Empty your pockets, Tincton.
- No.
No. No.
Uh
Hm.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
An obsidian hand axe.
Do you carry it around for good luck?
- Mr. Tincton.
- Yeah
You're under arrest for
the murder of Dr. Bethell.
Uh, yeah.
That Miss Cherry is persistent.
She can't believe I
turned down her profile.
You did? Why?
Ah, just try never to
be guided by hubris.
Besides, I'm not that man anymore.
How do you mean?
Well, I've done it all, seen it all.
Escaped caves, prisons, curses, women.
The double-crosses and dirty deals.
I'm done with it.
Think from now on, I'm going to
live a straightforward type of life.
Settle down, get a job, maybe a dog.
- In Toronto?
- Well, the university's offered me
a position sorting artifacts
in the archaeology department.
Hm. Considering all you've done,
wouldn't that be a tad dull?
- (KNOCKING AT DOOR)
- Ah
There are benefits.
- Ah.
- (HUDSON CLEARS THROAT)
Good day, gentlemen.
(CHOI SIGHS)
It is disappointing.
Science took a real blow
with Tincton's chicanery.
Mm. The path to knowledge
does have some bumps along the way.
You're a real optimist, Detective.
The truth is out there, sir.
We may just not see all
of it in our lifetime.
Hm.
Constable?
Do you have a moment, Inspector?
I appreciate your honesty.
Thank you, sir.
Your behaviour is unpardonable.
You should be charged.
Just protect my wife, sir,
she knows nothing about any of this.
I said you should be charged.
But I'm not going to do that.
Instead, I'm going to fire you.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SWING MUSIC)
Have a moment?
Ladies?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I said eight. Not ten-thirty.
I, I got fired.
Hm. That's a shame.
- I need a job.
- Sorry, Tucker.
You're as useful as
teats on a bull to me now.
- No, you gotta help me.
- I don't "got" to do anything.
Ladies.
Please.
Hey, Tucker!
Go get these ladies a drink.
Who knows?
Maybe I need to have a good dog around.
(LAUGHING)
(BARKING)
(LAUGHING)
(MUSIC)