The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s18e19 Episode Script

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Chairman Charles MacDonald
has been laid to rest.
- But his estate remains unsettled.
- Ah.
And according to the
papers, it is sizeable.
Yes. Evidently putting
toasters and washing machines
in every home gives one money to burn.
I wish I could warm my
hands over that fire.
You don't think working
as a sketch artist
will allow your entrance
into a Rosedale mansion?
(SIGHS) Well, least I have the
"starving" in starving artist down pat.
So I have not
finished it yet, but what do you think?
Mm.
I think you shouldn't
flash that around in public.
But is it good? No, don't answer that.
- Oh, hello you two.
- Ah.
- Staying out of trouble?
- Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Crabtree.
Oh, please, George and Effie.
Effie and George.
(LAUGHING)
You know, I can't stop
thinking about the fruit salad
our hostess served this morning.
That was quite something.
You can say that again. There were
foreign fruits I'd never seen before.
Yeah and she managed
to stuff the mangoes
into the hollowed-out pineapples.
She wouldn't have
stuffed anything, George.
It would have been her staff.
Oh, Maria. Maria, cut the
mangoes into small pieces,
into dainty bites, please.
My guests expect it. (CHUCKLING)
I'd have been satisfied with a plum.
Or even an apple!
An apple?
Well, you would have been shown the door
and forced to admit
your humble beginnings.
Although I suppose a, an anecdote about
your colourful upbringing might
have livened things up a bit.
Those guests were so dull.
Still, I hope we get asked back.
- Why?
- For the fruit salad!
And the quiche Lorraine.
I could do with or without
that quiche. And that hostess.
- She was all right.
- She was such a fake.
She was born in Rainy River, Ontario,
not Buckingham Palace,
like she'd have you believe.
Effie, look at that.
Is that blood?
- They're bloody paw prints.
- George.
Good Lord!
That's Michael Hewitt!
What on Earth?
I believe he's been mauled
to death by his own dog.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(THEME MUSIC)
You knew Mr. Hewitt?
A little. I saw him at Law
Society events and the like.
What can you tell me about him?
Not much, I'm afraid.
He was a good lawyer. Well-connected.
Right.
Given that these are nearby,
I'll assume that these
were his latest cases.
That would stand to reason.
Could you assist me and have
a quick look through them?
Perhaps one of them will
offer up motive for this.
- Let me see what I can find.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Miss Hart.
He was hard at work on
a Saturday afternoon.
Clearly didn't work himself to death.
Miss Hart, would you agree
that he's been mauled to death?
Uh, mauled?
Uh, there's evidence
that a dog was present
at the time of Mr. Hewitt's murder.
I grant you that while
these scratches are unusual,
- no dog killed him.
- How can you be sure of that?
There's a single
puncture to his jugular.
He also appears to have
suffered a blow to the head.
Oh. Well, still, perhaps
we should find the dog.
It might shed some
light on what happened.
George.
Well, sir, you remember
a few years back,
they used dogs to track Jack the Ripper.
- They're very clever.
- Yes.
An experiment that
resulted in one of the dogs
attacking the police commissioner.
Oh.
Oh, what's this?
Believe this would be a more
useful avenue of investigation.
Excuse me.
(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)
What's going on?
- Who might you be?
- Miss Wilma Fruling.
I own the salon next
door. What happened here?
I'm afraid the body of Mr. Hewitt
was found earlier today.
How awful!
Um, did you happen to hear
anything unusual this morning?
Well, well, it was finally
quiet around here, for one thing.
Is it generally noisy?
Hewitt's dog has been
barking nonstop all week.
- I was losing my mind.
- Hm.
And, uh, what time did the
noise and barking eventually end?
Um, half past nine, just
as my wash and set arrived.
(MURDOCH): Thank you, Miss Fruling.
Uh, pardon me, sir.
Toronto Constabulary.
What's your business here?
I am a partner at this
firm. Christopher Landell.
And I would like to get into my office.
I-I'm afraid that's not possible.
And why not?
Earlier this morning,
my constable discovered
the body of Mr. Hewitt.
- Michael's dead?
- I'm afraid so.
We are now conducting
a murder investigation.
Was your partner working on anything
that would put his life at risk?
No, not that I know of, uh,
though I've been out of town at
a conference for several days.
Um, what type of cases
does your firm work on?
Nothing dangerous, if
that's what you're asking.
Contract laws, wills, trusts.
May I ask what exactly happened?
Admittedly at this point,
we know very little,
save that Mr. Hewitt's
dog was here at some point
- and has since escaped.
- Michael didn't have a dog.
In fact, he-he hated dogs.
He wouldn't have been
caught dead with
Oh. I suppose he was.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
What do you think you're doing?
What business is that of yours?
I am a morality officer with
the Toronto Constabulary.
And?
And you were creating a lewd image.
- I was trying to capture the male form.
- I don't give a whit.
I'm issuing you a fine.
You'll have to catch me first.
Stop! Failure to pay the
fine results in conviction!
Ugh!
And you're sure a dog didn't do it?
It's highly unlikely.
It's been known to happen.
I know from experience
dogs can be quite vicious
if trained improperly.
- Miss Hart, what have you?
- Oh.
The scratches on Mr. Hewitt's neck
were made by something uniform.
Like a dog's paw.
Like a small rake.
Puncture to the jugular
was jagged and sharp.
And what of the
contusion to his forehead?
- Heavy impact by a blunt object.
- Hm.
What are you up to now?
I'm conducting a pH
test on this white powder
that was found in Mr. Hewitt's office.
And the test has
confirmed my suspicions.
It's talcum powder.
Very good.
Although I must confess,
I was hoping for something
a bit more impressive.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- Ah, Miss!
What's going on in here?
Toronto Constabulary.
The-the-the office is closed.
Where is Mr. Hewitt?
I'm afraid Mr. Hewitt died
unexpectedly just this morning.
I can't believe this. I saw
him less than a week ago.
First Chairman MacDonald,
and now Mr. Hewitt.
You knew Chairman MacDonald?
I am I was his, his bookkeeper.
Uh, Mr. Hewitt was Chairman
MacDonald's lawyer and executor.
You wouldn't happen to be
a Miss Sandler, would you?
No, I'm Miss Vosper.
I'm simply here to pay Mr.
Hewitt for his services.
We can make sure that this
makes it to his partner.
This is terrible.
- Thank you.
- Sorry for your loss.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
So, Hewitt was the executor
to the estate of the
richest man in Toronto.
And now that MacDonald's dead,
his fortune is in the wind.
I'd best inform the Detective.
(BUZZING)
So, Mr. Hewitt is the executor
of Chairman MacDonald's estate.
Have you found a will?
Effie's not come across it yet.
Right.
Miss Fruling, a word please?
I'm with a client.
And I am with the Toronto Constabulary.
What can I do for you?
- Answer one simple question, please.
- Mm.
Do you use talcum powder in your salon?
- Why?
- Some was found
- spilt on Mr. Hewitt's floor.
- Oh.
(EXHALES)
Well, they didn't get it from here.
Very good.
Sir, have a look at this.
What is it, George?
A Miss Sandler had an appointment here
at eight o'clock this morning.
And that's pertinent because?
I found a calling card with the name
Sandler on it in Hewitt's office.
Well, perhaps she's responsible
for the spilt talcum.
Let's bring her in.
So sorry, but this is
so terribly unexpected.
I didn't know him well yet,
but I believed Mr. Hewitt and I
were destined to become close.
Mm.
So, you called on him for what purpose?
I met him last week by chance
at the King Edward Hotel.
I sensed an attraction.
Ah. So, you arranged a visit?
I made an appointment at
the salon next to his office
and used it as an excuse
to drop by afterwards.
(CHUCKLING)
And was there a connection?
He acted like he barely remembered me.
- Oh.
- I was embarrassed,
so I hurried out of
there and, in my haste,
I dropped my pocketbook and
my talcum powder fell out,
and the dog made a beeline for it.
Mr. Hewitt tried to stop him
and hit his head on the desk.
Oh!
Oh!
Anything else?
Yes.
He apologized for being distracted
but he said he was about to have
a very difficult conversation.
- Did he say with whom?
- No.
Sir, Miss Hart's report
said that the murder weapon
was most likely an animal grooming tool.
So, I had a look through
this Eaton's catalogue
and, well, have a look
at a couple of these, sir.
Hm. That certainly looks like
it could have gotten the job done.
I wouldn't want to be
on the wrong end of that.
- No.
- Ah, Effie. What have you?
Mr. Hewitt's correspondence
with the late Chairman MacDonald.
- It mentions the dog.
- The dog?
- What does the dog matter?
- Well, it matters plenty.
That dog is Toronto's
newest millionaire.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
So we know the dog that
was in Mr. Hewitt's office
- belonged to Chairman MacDonald.
- Yes.
Mr. Hewitt was minding him
while he amended Mr. MacDonald's will,
making the dog his sole heir.
So whoever took the dog killed Hewitt.
Possibly, George.
It baffles me that a
man with all that money
should have such little sense.
Leaving a fortune to a dog?
Well, Inspector, dogs, unlike humans,
reserve no judgment or malice.
They're loyal to a fault.
They do love unconditionally.
No malice?
I've read that if a
man were to die at home,
it would take his dog
no less than 24 hours
to start devouring the remains.
And they typically start with the face.
- No.
- Indeed.
Hm! Loyalty should afford
one at least 48 hours
on the kitchen floor
before becoming dog food.
(SIGHS)
Sir, what would you have me do?
- Find the dog.
- You think he can help.
- No, I don't think he can
- Charlie.
I beg your pardon?
The dog's name is Charlie,
after his owner.
Charlie.
How's the likeness, Miss Sandler?
It's the spitting image of the dog
in my dear Mr. Hewitt's office.
You are a very talented artist.
Thank you.
- And I'm so sorry for your loss.
- Oh.
Mr. Hewitt and I
weren't together, not
not officially, but,
but I know we were fated to be.
Well, we appreciate you coming
by at such a difficult time.
- Uh, Constable.
- Thank you, Constable.
Thank you.
(CRYING)
So what sort of mutt is this?
The Havanese.
From Cuba. They arrived
on merchant ships
and became elite lap
dogs to the wealthy,
so exclusive they
couldn't be bought or sold,
only given as gifts.
Priceless puppies and millionaire
dogs? Ha! It's ridiculous.
Sir, if you don't mind me asking,
what exactly is your problem with dogs?
When I first arrived in San Francisco,
a ferocious, feral dog
attacked me on the streets.
I carry the scars with me to this day.
May we see the scar?
Of course.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Sir, the attack must
have been harrowing.
It was.
The Papillon is a breed
not to be trifled with.
Papillon? Those dogs are quite small,
no more than ten pounds.
It's not the size of the
dog in the fight, Detective.
(CHOI SCOFFS)
Ah, thank you, Miss Leeming.
We'll make copies of this
and get them up all over town.
My pleasure. (LAUGHING)
Well done.
Not the gallery opening you'd imagined,
but a showing on every
post in our fair city.
Good work, Detective. I
tried to ticket her earlier,
but she escaped.
What did you arrest her for?
Arrest her?
Iona Berger, meet Olivia Leeming,
sketch artist for Station House Four.
Olivia is tasked with
depicting suspects,
missing persons and,
in this case, a dog.
I don't care if you've taken
over as Chief Constable.
You created a lewd drawing in public.
A lewd drawing?
The first ticket was for
indecency. This one
for evading an officer.
Ah !
So, no sign of the will.
Not so far.
I was curious,
did any family members take issue
to Chairman MacDonald's
will being amended?
MacDonald had only one living relative,
a nephew, Howard.
He believed he was next
in line for the fortune.
Hm. What did your partner
think of the changes?
I don't know.
It's our job to fulfill
our clients' requests,
as long as they're legal, of course.
And, um, Howard MacDonald,
uh, what was his reaction?
Let's just say I would have liked
to have seen the look on his face
when he found out who was
getting the keys to his castle.
Uh, we don't know each
other very well yet
but I want you to know I do understand
the challenges that go along
with a position such as yours.
Hm. I'm not so sure about that.
In our business, each
of us enforces the law
in ways peculiar to our personality.
Uh, my personality has nothing to do
with how I perform my duties.
For example, I tend to favour leniency
for first-time offenders
like Miss Leeming.
Not me.
Ah, pretzel?
Ah! From your pocket.
No thank you.
Did you really need
to ticket Miss Leeming?
Would you consider
rescinding the tickets
and issuing a warning
instead? She is one of us now.
I am an officer of the law,
and I caught her creating
an indecent picture.
It is my job to fine her.
Well, isn't decency somewhat
a matter of personal taste?
Is Michelangelo's David indecent
because it represents the
male anatomy?
As I told Miss Leeming,
if it is on the streets
of Toronto, then yes.
We must obey the law and none of us,
not even your friend
Mr. Angelo, is above it.
With me.
Are you happy now?
How could I be happy
when you're still here?
Rest assured I will be back.
Oh, I'm looking forward to that.
- Howard MacDonald?
- Yes, that's me.
Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.
I'm investigating the
murder of Mr. Michael Hewitt.
I had nothing to do with that.
He was in the process of
amending your uncle's will
to reflect his final
wishes. Did you know that?
A dog took ten million dollars from me.
Yes, I knew about it.
That dog is now missing.
Did you know that?
(SCOFFS)
If you want to talk
to anyone about that,
you can talk to Miss Bowerman,
the woman who just left.
Why would I want to do that?
She owns a dog breeding
business up in Mono Mills.
My uncle purchased that dog from her.
If you ask me, she
is behind all of this.
Oh. Go on.
She had repeated visits with Mr.
Hewitt in the days before his death,
and my uncle's staff tells me
she's now the dog's legal guardian.
We have to make sure
we also cover The Ward.
There's no end to
violations of city bylaws.
Here's where our philosophies diverge.
- In what way?
- Do you really believe
it's always in the best
interest of the citizenry
to adhere to the letter of the law?
Yes.
But what about justice?
After all, that's the spirit of the law,
or at least it's meant to be.
Nobody should be without sustenance.
Hunger is a powerful motivator.
True. But it should not
be a motivator for theft.
My approach is to turn a blind eye,
wait for an opportunity to help the boy.
Turning a blind eye is not what
you're being paid for, Detective.
Miss Bowerman, I-I'm
Detective William Murdoch
of the Toronto Constabulary.
What can I help you with?
I'm looking into the circumstances
surrounding Michael Hewitt's death.
A horrible tragedy. He was a lovely man.
But what does this have to do with me?
Howard MacDonald believes
you used undue influence
to convince his uncle to leave
his entire estate to his dog
- and to make you the dog's guardian.
- (SCOFFS)
That sounds like something
Howard would believe.
Well, it's not a completely
unreasonable suspicion,
given that it would grant you
access to the MacDonald fortune.
I don't care about any
fortune. I love Charlie,
as did the chairman.
So his decision to leave his
estate to his dog was his alone?
As God is my witness,
I would never interfere
- with any man's final wishes.
- (BARKING)
(SOFT MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
Isn't that a Havanese?
Mm-hmm. Yes.
Emma Bowerman, you are coming with me.
(BARKING)
Well, perhaps you're right if
following the rules leads to this.
The thief got away.
Small price to pay for
landing the catch of the day.
- (BARKING)
- And you say these dogs
I may have spoken too soon.
Oh.
- Two of the same thing.
- (DOG BARKS)
It's the Mona Lisa all over again.
Where did that dog come from?
I've been trying to tell
you. That dog is Charlie!
We owe his discovery to Miss Berger.
She was on the trail
of a stolen sausage.
We caught the young thief
trying to feed it to this dog.
Mm-hmm.
This is Darcy.
He's Charlie's littermate
and as poor as a church mouse.
And this one is Charlie.
You can tell by the
way he carries himself
with a certain aplomb.
They look the same.
And why should I believe you?
Because I have proof.
Were you aware no two
dogs noses are the same?
- I was not.
- Mm-hmm.
As a breeder, I make impressions
before each puppy leaves
my care. That's Charlie's.
Ah!
Well, thank you, Miss Bowerman.
Um, but I do have a few more questions
before we get into
comparing nose prints,
i-if you wouldn't mind.
I am an open book, Detective.
Uh, you visited Mr. Hewitt several times
in the week leading up to his death.
Why?
I wanted to make sure
he had honoured the chairman's
wishes and amended the will.
And what did he tell you?
He said he planned to, but that he was
dealing with a slight complication.
What sort of complication?
He wouldn't say.
- That must have been frustrating.
- Of course it was.
That's why I kept going back to
see him in the following days.
Did any of these
conversations become heated?
Wait a minute.
I see what you're doing.
Are you accusing me
of killing Mr. Hewitt?
You had very strong motive
and ample opportunity.
Except I wasn't even in
Toronto the day Mr. Hewitt died.
I was in Collingwood with Darcy.
Shame Darcy can't
corroborate that story.
But he can.
The little champ was providing
stud services to a fellow breeder.
We were there all night.
This is my train ticket.
Hm.
- Nice and still, Watts.
- Mm-hmm.
Hm Mm.
That should do it.
Right. Now, I've obtained
a nose print from the bowl
that was found in Mr. Hewitt's office,
and we know that that is Charlie's
because it is a match for the nose print
on the reference that was
given to us by Miss Bowerman.
- Hm.
- Now
let's see if this one
is also a match.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
It's definitely a match.
This is Charlie MacDonald.
So the dog I found is the millionaire.
The heir to the MacDonald fortune.
(DOG BARKS)
Charlie belongs to me, Detective.
Without evidence of the will,
you are not their legal guardian yet.
As much as I'd like to
be rid of these mutts,
the detective is right, Miss Bowerman.
These dogs are purebred.
I'd wager their parentage
is less ambiguous
than some of the
constables in your employ.
Perhaps the dogs should
stay and I should leave.
(BARKING)
Mr. Landell. What have you?
I found the will.
It was in one of the old
safes that we rarely use.
Hm. What does it say?
It appears Miss Bowerman is right.
She is indeed the dog's legal guardian.
Hm. I told you.
And the dog's name is
Charlie, thank you very much.
Ooh. Ah! You get to sleep
in your bed tonight at last.
(LAUGHING)
I'm afraid I can't allow that.
Why in heavens not?
Mr. Hewitt's killer is
still at large and, as such,
the dog may still be a target.
We simply don't have the
manpower to guard him,
or you, in a large Rosedale estate.
The Detective's right.
Let me take you home.
You can see Charlie in the morning.
(SIGHS)
Guard him with your life, Detective.
And don't forget to pet him.
Charlie likes his cuddles.
Wait!
- I made the front page?
- Ah!
And you captured the soul
of little Charlie using only pencil.
- Quite a remarkable feat.
- (LAUGHING)
Thank you, Llewellyn.
Don't thank me quite yet.
I was unable to convince
Miss Berger to rescind your tickets.
Oh no.
I'm afraid she will not back down.
I dare say she's like a dog with a bone.
Please, Llewellyn,
you have to try again.
I mean, she's taking
every cent I've got.
Ah. Miss Vosper.
I heard from Mr. Landell
that you found the will.
Yes, we did indeed.
It turns out Mr. Hewitt made
those amendments, after all.
And have you made an arrest
in Mr. Hewitt's murder?
We haven't. We're still sorting
through all the evidence,
but I've a feeling now
it's just a matter of time.
I see. Well, then it's
a good thing I've come.
I recalled something
that may prove useful.
- Please, come this way.
- Ah.
Uh, Detective!
You remember the chairman's
bookkeeper, Miss Vosper.
- She has something for us.
- Oh, yes, of course. Please, go ahead.
A few months ago, I
noticed some discrepancies
in Chairman MacDonald's expenses.
Someone was embezzling money from him.
Oh! And did you tell the chairman?
He was so ill, I didn't
want to trouble him.
But I pointed my concerns
out to Mr. Hewitt.
He suspected MacDonald's nephew.
Howard MacDonald.
And did Mr. Hewitt speak with him?
He told me that he was
going to confront him.
Right.
Very good. Thank you for
bringing this to our attention.
Sir, that must be the conversation
- Hewitt was nervous about.
- (BARKING)
A confrontation with Howard
MacDonald. It certainly could be.
(BARKING)
He does have quite an
intelligent face, doesn't he, sir?
- Hm.
- And an amazing nose.
Perhaps he could help us
sniff out the killer, sir.
(SCOFFS)
George, have you lost
faith in our abilities?
No, sir, but think about
it, working together.
Ah, the brain of a copper
and the nose of a dog.
Oh! That would be an excellent idea.
Sir, will you write this down for me?
Uh-uh-uh
The Constable and the Canine.
George, no one's going to be interest
- The case, please.
- Oh, right.
Sir, well, the first thing
we need to do is take the lord
of the manor here out for a little walk.
He's yet to move his bowels, poor chap.
I wonder if all the trauma
has him a little bunged up?
Mm. Well, he did
witness a murder, George.
Humans aren't the only mammals
to display physiological
symptoms as a result of trauma.
Charlie is used to me.
Allow me to take him for a stroll.
When one is too tense to
it's often beneficial to walk
until the situation resolves naturally.
Sounds like you're speaking
from experience, Llewellyn.
It's a excellent idea, Detective Watts.
Just don't let him out of your sight.
- Uh-huh.
- (BARKING)
Did you know, sir, with baby tiger cubs,
to induce their first movement,
- the mother has to lick their
- Thank you, George.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
All right. Charlie.
Let's go.
Yes. Over here? All right.
Much better.
You need some privacy, or
- (BARKS)
- Yes.
There we go.
Feeling restrained.
Maybe I'll take this off.
There you are.
- Better?
- Unleashing a dog
within five feet of food
stalls is strictly prohibited.
Ah, of course it is, Miss Berger.
Did you not learn anything yesterday?
If you stick to the rules, then
- (GUNSHOT)
- What was that?
- (CROWD SCREAMING)
- A gunshot.
He's after the dog. Take cover!
- Stop right there!
- (CROWD CLAMOURING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(MURDOCH): You don't deny opening fire?
What's the penalty for
killing an animal, Detective?
Uh, I confess I don't know.
- However
- No matter what it is,
with Charlie gone, I would
have inherited my uncle's money,
which is more than enough to hire
an unbeatable defense lawyer.
Do you also confess to
the murder of Mr. Hewitt?
I had nothing to do with that.
You were stealing from your uncle.
That's a load of horse manure.
And who told you that?
Let me guess. Mr. Landell?
Why would you guess him?
He was my uncle's lawyer 'til
he showed his true colours.
True colours?
I caught him forging
my uncle's signature
to expedite a bank draft.
He begged me not to tell the old man.
But my uncle was no dummy.
When I ratted Landell out,
he said he suspected as much.
He had no use for a lawyer
who played loosey-goosey with the rules.
- What did your uncle do?
- He gave him the axe!
Put everything in Mr. Hewitt's hands.
Huh. Landell was furious.
I'll be investigating
this matter further.
In the meantime, you'll be charged
with the reckless use of a firearm.
Ah, Detective.
Here is everything from
Mr. Hewitt's office.
What is it you're looking for?
Well, I believe the signature
on Chairman MacDonald's
amended will is forged.
But I need a sample to compare it to.
I think I may have seen
Ah! Yes.
- A letter signed by Chairman MacDonald.
- Very good.
Well, it's close, but
ultimately, the Ds are different.
You think Mr. Landell
could have forged it?
Well, with Mr. Hewitt's death,
he does become the
executor of the estate
and stands to benefit handsomely.
I do have the key to the office.
(INVESTIGATIVE MUSIC)
Well, lookie here.
Perhaps we should consider
hiring some taller constables.
Hm.
Mr. Landell, Toronto Police.
Detective.
Uh, now isn't a good time.
(WOMAN): Who is it, pookie?
Pookie?
Miss Bowerman.
I wasn't aware the two of you
were so well acquainted.
And what of it?
We are entitled to pursue a
relationship if we so choose.
Hm. You're about to lose all of
your entitlements, Mr. Landell.
What is all this fuss about?
Do you have a problem
with love, Detective?
I have a problem with murder.
Christopher Landell,
you are under arrest
for the murder of your
partner, Michael Hewitt.
I simply used Mr. Hewitt's
notes to amend the will
to reflect Chairman
MacDonald's exact wishes.
And forging Chairman
MacDonald's signature
entrusted guardianship of the dog
and its sizeable
fortune to Miss Bowerman.
You are now romantically
involved with her.
Did the two of you
conspire to kill Mr. Hewitt?
We didn't conspire to do anything.
Emma was not even in Toronto
when Michael was killed,
and neither was I. You were
there! You saw me arrive.
(LANDELL SIGHS)
What's this?
We've confirmed that blood
residue on this grooming tool
is a match for Mr. Hewitt's blood type.
So?
It was found in your office.
Well, then someone put it there.
I am being set up!
(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)
Detective!
I spoke to some witnesses.
It turns out Mr. Landell was indeed
at a conference in The
Briars when Hewitt was killed.
Huh.
So, Mr. Landell was telling the truth.
The murder weapon was planted.
Right. Um, Howard MacDonald
does have a good number of
grooming tools in his stables.
And a great deal to gain
by planting a murder weapon.
- Oh! This is looking promising.
- Ah.
Ah, sir, we should, we
should give him some space.
- Nobody likes an audience.
- Right.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
(DOG BARKS)
Ah.
Oh! Good boy!
George, there appears
to be something in there.
Sir, I think you're right.
(SIGHS)
Is that a key?
A safety deposit box key?
Sir, this is not the
way I thought Charlie
would help our investigation.
- Yeah.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Uh, ma'am, nothing to
see here. Move along.
Police business.
Some sort of business.
(KNOCKING)
What's all this?
They're financial records
belonging to Chairman MacDonald
and they were in a safe deposit
box rented by Michael Hewitt.
Hm.
Do they bring any clarity
to Mr. Hewitt's murder?
- I don't know yet.
- Oh.
So I've asked Miss Vosper,
the chairman's accountant, to come in.
- So, follow the money?
- (SCOFFS)
You know, you're not the
first person to say that to me.
Hm.
Now this is interesting.
That's three times today. Well done.
- Oh. Oh.
- (BARKING)
- Looks like he likes you.
- (CHUCKLING)
I haven't been around dogs
much since I left home.
Hm.
When you broke the rules
and had him off leash,
you ended up saving his life.
True.
I'm beginning to see
your philosophy has a
degree of merit.
Plato argued justice
is not merely about laws
or external systems,
but the harmony of the soul.
(SOFT MUSIC)
Miss Vosper, I need your assistance
to confirm that we, indeed,
have the documents required
to prove financial wrongdoing.
Um, bank drafts to pay for
property in the Hebrides,
art purchases,
first-class round-trip
tickets on the Queen Mary
prior to the holidays.
All justifiable expenses.
Even though Chairman MacDonald
had been bedridden for over a year.
Exactly. It was purchases like these
that first roused my suspicions.
Many of these bank drafts
are payments to places
Howard MacDonald frequented,
according to the social papers, that is.
Indeed. And that is why I believe
Oh!
- Shoo, shoo, shoo.
- Young man.
All right, young man, you had
Oh!
Uh
Seems you have dog
hair stuck to your coat.
- What?
- (DOG BARKING)
Because there is also blood.
I've compared the hair
that was stuck to your coat
to a sample taken from Charlie.
And they are a match.
And what does that prove?
That you killed Mr. Hewitt
and you stole Charlie.
Didn't you, Miss Vosper?
I did no such thing. That's
absolutely preposterous.
I had a look through the receipts
and there were some from a jewelry shop
that my wife used to frequent.
Here, take a look.
Here's one for diamond necklace.
Uh, I believe that's what
you're wearing now, Miss Vosper.
What, this? No, no. This is cut glass.
It's costume jewelry.
Mm. I'm not so sure about that.
(SCOFFS)
We also confirmed that Howard MacDonald
had no access to his uncle's accounts.
You alone bore that responsibility.
You don't know what you're
talking about, Detective.
I believe I do.
- Absolutely not, Miss Vosper.
- Please, Mr. Hewitt.
(MURDOCH): Mr. Hewitt
became aware of your scheme.
And you had an argument.
No matter how you tried
to justify your actions,
Mr. Hewitt had little interest
in what you had to say.
- Absolutely, absolutely not.
- He had proof of your theft
locked away in the Bank of Toronto.
The dog's grooming comb was right there.
- And you attacked him.
- (GASPING)
What are you doing? Stop it!
He tried to fight you
off without hurting you,
but you showed no such mercy
as you delivered the fatal blow.
(GASPING)
(THUDDING)
(DOG WHINING)
(SNIFFING)
Come here, come here. Give me the key.
Give me the key. Come on!
No, no, no, no, no. No.
No.
The money I took was already spent.
Why did he try and stop me?
I just wanted the records
and then the damn dog took the key.
You killed Mr. Hewitt.
Why did you not also kill Charlie?
I'm not a monster, Detective.
Killing a man is easy enough,
but what kind of a woman
would kill a defenceless dog?
It hasn't been nearly as
disruptive as I'd imagined.
I have a feeling that is high praise
coming from you, Detective Murdoch.
Charlie. At last!
Even though no signed
will has been found,
Mrs. Crabtree has found signed letters
from Chairman MacDonald
articulating his final wishes.
She believes that that will be
enough to convince the judge.
And Howard's attempted
murder of poor Charlie here
hardly puts him in good stead
to be the dog's guardian.
Nevertheless, Charlie will make sure
that Howard is well taken care of.
That's just the kind of animal he is.
And I plan to give you
all the love you deserve.
Speaking of love, what
are your plans now?
I mean, do you plan to
stay in Toronto for good?
Have you made peace with Mr.
Landell after everything he's done?
Lots of questions, Constable.
But I don't mind sharing the good news.
Mr. Landell and I are to be married.
Oh!
He's been charged with
fraud. He'll be disbarred.
I believe he forged the will
with the best intentions.
He never doubted us.
Charlie and I are willing
to take what comes.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
Oh.
Oh, we're all headed to
the Starbright, Miss Berger.
Would you like to join us?
I hardly think that would
be appropriate, Detective.
Mixed company. A drinking establishment.
Do you really think someone
in my position should act so
recklessly?
If you change your mind.
Miss Berger.
Miss Leeming.
Detective Watts?
You just missed him.
- Oh.
- Oh, wait!
I think we got off on the wrong foot.
We're both working women, after all.
So you understand the challenges
that come along with that.
I am willing to rescind
the tickets I issued
on one condition.
Name it.
You give me the original
sketch you made of Charlie.
I wasn't expecting this.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Hm.
This is going to make my
bedsit feel more like home.
But could I have another
look at that other drawing?
I-is this a nude drawing
of Detective Watts?
That it is.
And is this an, um
(CLEARS THROAT)
An accurate depiction?
(SOFT MUSIC)
I wouldn't know.
I took artistic liberty, of course.
A still portrait hardly captures
the essence of Llewellyn's
gesticulations,
but I think it's rather flattering.
(LEEMING CHUCKLES)
I would have to agree.
(THEME MUSIC)