The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s18e22 Episode Script

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(OMINOUS MUSIC)
I think it would be more
appropriate if you lot
were out on the beat rather
than stood around here
- reading about crime, wouldn't you say?
- Mm-hmm.
That bloody photo's on the front page
of every newspaper in town.
Despite the fact that
Mr. Tucker was no longer
a part of the constabulary
at the time of his death.
Well, Tucker was one of us at the end,
and he paid the price for it.
It's time for Petrucci to talk.
- You're going to interview him?
- No, you are.
Sir, I have interviewed Mr.
Petrucci every day this week.
He will not be telling me
anything about Mr. Kerr,
- or about Constable Tucker's death.
- Well,
he will today.
(DOOR SHUTS)
Bollocks!
The thing about having
an Irish husband
well, it's just how stubborn he is.
The other night I asked
him to take me to dinner
and do you know what he said?
"Ah, sure, I don't go
out with married women."
(LAUGHING)
I mean, don't misunderstand me.
I'm glad for his devotion,
but a girl's got to eat.
- (RIM SHOT)
- That's funny.
Speaking of which, I'm about to join
my lovely Frank and do just that.
Thank you. You've been grand.
(APPLAUSE)
That was wonderful, Mrs. Ryan.
Oh, call me Kiera. Mrs. Ryan
is Frank's mother and she's,
- well, it rhymes with
- Ah, don't finish that sentence.
- Hm.
- (LAUGHING)
This place of yours is wonderful.
I've been wanting to get
to the Starbright for weeks
and this is the only way I could
get Frank away from his bar.
I never felt safe leaving
it in my manager's hands.
Petrucci and his thugs
roaming the streets.
Oh, we needn't worry about
that any longer. Thankfully.
- Bound for the noose, I'd wager.
- Well, that'll be up to a jury.
Case is set to start next week.
Let's not waste any more
time thinking about it.
Couldn't have said it better myself.
You're very impressive, Miss Hart.
Running this place and working
in the coroner's office!
I could say the same thing about you
and up there on that stage?
- I could never do it.
- That's just my act.
But really, I'm happiest when
I'm at home curled up with Frank.
Mm. Well, I'll drink to that.
- Sláinte.
- Cheers.
(DOOR CRASHES OPEN)
(CROWD GASPING)
Watch out!
(GLASS SHATTERING)
- (SCREAMING)
- (CRASHING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
No more!
Get outta here! Get outta here!
Don't you ever come back
here! Get outta here!
What was all that about?
Well, those two certainly
know how to upstage a gal.
(THEME MUSIC)
Were they looking to rob the place?
I'm not sure why they were here.
Did you recognize these men?
Didn't get a good look.
They were wearing masks.
Oh, one of them did
have quite a conk on him.
Get your minds out of the gutter!
I'm talking about his nose.
I thought they were masked?
Oh, the protrusion was clear as day.
Someone should tell
him there are doctors
who can fix those things now.
There hasn't been any trouble
here since Petrucci's arrest.
Why now?
Llewellyn.
What is it?
Uh, well, I suppose the
news will be out soon enough.
Tony Petrucci has escaped custody.
Are you having me on?
I assure you I'm not.
And that doesn't mean he's responsible
for what happened here tonight.
- Then who is?
- Come on, dear.
If Petrucci's free, it's
only a matter of time
before he starts coming
around threatening violence
- if we don't pay the piper.
- Hold on. Where're you going?
My bar. You stay safe, Miss Hart.
You, as well.
Both Miss Hart and Frank Ryan
suspect Tony Petrucci
was behind the attack.
I'll arrange for Miss Leeming to
make a sketch for a wanted poster.
Is this the man that you saw
visiting Mr. Petrucci in his cell?
- Yes, sir.
- Who is he?
He's a one-time associate of
Mr. Petrucci's, but now an enemy.
Sir, if he was an enemy,
why would he have
helped Petrucci escape?
Perhaps he didn't trust
us to finish the job.
Since when do we let
criminals in for tea?
And where the bloody hell is Choi?
He's out looking for Petrucci, sir.
Then why don't you pair of
clowns get out there and help him?
(DOOR CLOSES)
You're here early.
Wanted to get a start on cleanup.
Figured you'd want us open tonight.
I'm not sure how many customers
we'll have after last night.
Or participants in the neighbourhood
safety program, for that matter.
I didn't hear any complaints
on my morning walks.
Folks are scared, but Petrucci's men
didn't do damage anywhere
but here last night.
- Our patrols are working.
- We want to keep it that way,
we're going to need more men.
Which means more money.
I don't think that'll be a problem.
People trust you.
They'll pay if you show
them you're not scared
of Petrucci, or anyone else.
How do you propose that I do that?
Get out there and show your face,
do a little glad-handing.
What good will that be if Petrucci
has already decided to wage a war?
Leave Petrucci to me.
I'm going to do a little digging.
See what I can find out about
the men who smashed up the place.
All right. But be careful.
Always am.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
Petrucci's escaped custody?
Good morning to you too, Mrs. Crabtree.
Petrucci's trial starts soon!
I can't have another case fall apart.
I want him in custody as much as you do.
And you expect to find him here?
Don't be smart.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so
It's just Mayor Vaughan is looking
for a reason to get rid of me.
Vaughan wants rid of all of us.
He's been preaching cutbacks
ever since he got into office.
Well, I don't want Petrucci's
escape to be the reason
- he's looking for to
- Petrucci will be in custody
in time for trial. You have my word.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Thank you for your support.
- Mr. Currant.
- Miss Hart.
I found one of the men
who attacked the club.
(SIGHS) We had a
productive conversation.
And actually
Detective! Hello.
I'm pleased to see you both
out and about this morning.
And how's the investigation going?
No one reports having seen
Mr. Petrucci since he escaped.
But we'll find him.
- Speak later, Miss Hart. Detective.
- Hm.
How are you holding up?
- I'm worried, Llewellyn.
- Hm.
Uh, things have been good lately.
People are finally feeling safe.
Violet, dear.
So sorry to hear about
what happened at your club.
- Thank you.
- No, thank you.
For everything that you're
doing for our community.
We're very grateful.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Everything you're doing?
Mr. Currant and I have started
a neighbourhood safety program.
A program of what sort?
One that provides advice and security
against men like Petrucci.
An admirable pursuit.
But also one that could make
you and the Starbright a target.
So be it.
I will not back down from
protecting my neighbours.
Good day, Llewellyn.
Here.
If you see this man, come
down to the station house.
Someone there will give you a penny.
Hey!
- (GRUNTING)
- Wh ?
What happened here?
Petrucci happened.
You've seen Tony Petrucci?
Didn't see him, no.
But name someone else who
would do something like this
in broad daylight.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Exactly. Come on, you.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Miss Violet Hart, I presume?
- Oh. Yes.
- Ardal O'Donnell.
I'm a friend of Frank Ryan's.
Well, pleasure to meet you.
Frank told me what happened
last night at the club.
- Hm.
- Terrible.
If you ever need anything.
I'm not quite sure I understand.
I'm not afraid to stand up
to the bullies of this world
and I hear you aren't either.
Maybe we can help each
other out sometime.
Ah. I don't need your
help, sir. But thank you.
You might want to reconsider.
- Ready to go?
- I am.
Uh, pleasure to meet
you Missus Violet Hart.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You busted Petrucci out?
- Easy as pie.
- Why?
Cops had him.
Petrucci killed my
brother three years ago.
It's time for payback.
And I ain't giving
the cops the pleasure.
- Where's he now?
- That's not your business.
Might be your business
to get rid of him, though.
Unless you're still loyal to him?
I'm loyal to whoever holds the purse.
The right response.
You want me to take him
for a ride to the county?
I don't care where you take him
so long as he ends up in the ground.
Meet Miller at the
coach station by eight.
Don't let me down, Marano.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(SCOFFS)
It's like nothing even happened in here.
Indeed.
Mr. Currant has already proven
himself worth his weight in gold.
- What was that for?
- A thank you.
For suggesting that I hire a manager.
Well, I'm glad to have helped.
Though I do wonder if it was enough.
What do you mean?
After last night, I
I think it might be best
if you sold this place.
(DISTANT COUGH)
Did you hear that?
No! Stay where you are.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(LIGHT COUGHING)
(GASPS)
Ephraim!
The wound was serious, but not fatal.
Shot from behind.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
It was a surprise attack?
Must have been.
Is something wrong?
I-I noticed bruising on his hands.
From last night, I'd imagine.
He helped fight off the attackers.
The bruises were quite fresh.
If Petrucci's out of jail,
it's obvious he was behind this.
Well, if it was him, I shall
endeavour to prove as much.
No. All due respect, what
you should endeavour to do
is find Petrucci 'fore
someone else gets hurt.
He was in rough shape,
but he just let him in
to the bar to patch him
up himself, I suppose.
Gentlemen, any developments
in the search for Mr. Petrucci?
Nothing as far as I'm aware, sir.
(HIGGINS SIGHS) Well, he's
making his freedom known, sir.
Frank Ryan's bartender was
beaten on his way to work today.
By Petrucci?
Mr. Ryan sure seemed to think so.
Did he see Petrucci inflict the beating?
No.
Maybe the bartender saw something?
He didn't have much to say.
He was barely conscious.
You took Mr. Currant's
statement last night
after the attack on the
Starbright Club, correct?
- I did.
- Did you happen to note
if he'd sustained any physical
injuries during the attack?
None that I saw, sir.
Are you thinking Mr. Currant could
have beaten up Mr. Ryan's man?
One of you go to Mr. Ryan's
and ask this bartender
if he recalls any details
about his attacker.
- I suppose you wouldn't want to
- Absolutely not.
(HIGGINS SIGHS)
Is something wrong, Constable?
No. No, sir, I-I'm fine.
You're worried about an awkward
encounter with young Miss Ryan.
(SIGHS)
Well, she was the first woman I
- Ah.
- You know.
And we haven't spoken since.
- Mm.
- And I just,
- I don't know how to
- I understand completely.
- Why don't I take this one?
- Oh!
Thank you.
Nice night for a ride, boys.
Wouldn't you agree, Petrucci?
You don't need to be doing this.
What do they say? The king
is dead. Long live the king.
(GRUNTS)
Come with me if you want to live.
- Go get 'em!
- (GUNFIRE)
(THUG): This way! Stop!
(GUNFIRE)
(KNOCKING)
How's Mr. Currant faring?
We'll know more in a few hours.
But I suspect that's not why I'm here.
No.
I'm trying to find out if your club
has had any trouble with
the Irish as of late.
The only person we've had
trouble with is Tony Petrucci.
- Are you certain?
- Quite.
Just last night, we hosted Frank Ryan.
His wife gave a lovely performance.
What about Ardal O'Donnell?
You're familiar with him.
Newly so.
I met him earlier and
he gave his sympathy for
the attack on the club.
Mr. O'Donnell is the head of
an Irish gang out of Quebec.
They've been attempting
to gain a foothold here.
I see.
He did mention he wasn't
afraid to stand up to bullies.
Oh. Perhaps that would explain
what happened to Mr. Currant.
Excuse me?
Liam Trout, an Irishman
who's been known to work with
Mr. O'Donnell out of Montreal,
was beaten this morning.
And you think Ephraim did that.
Mr. Currant has bruises
all over his hands.
I've spoken with Constable Higgins
and he tells me Mr.
Currant had no such bruising
after the attack on the
Starbright last night.
Miss Hart, I'm trying to
understand what is happening
at your establishment right now.
I can assure you
Ephraim Currant is not the problem.
Then what is?
The problem is the police don't care
about what happens in my community.
I care.
That's why I've asked you here today.
I want to help.
Thank you, Detective.
But we can look after ourselves.
- What's all this?
- Bloody Vaughan.
He wants a report on all
inefficiencies and redundancies
at every station house across the city.
- What about Petrucci?
- We're out there looking.
Vaughan wants this done now
while there's a gangster on the loose?
I know. It's almost like he doesn't
want us to find Petrucci, isn't it?
- Hello, Thomas.
- Oh!
- I brought you something.
- Oh, you're a love.
I'm sure there's enough
for you too, Mrs. Crabtree.
Oh, well, I wouldn't say no.
- I get ravenous when I'm stressed.
- Ah!
- (PHONE RINGING)
- There.
- I made it fresh this morning.
- Brackenreid.
- (CHOI): I got him.
- Petrucci?
We were right. Mark Colangelo
broke him out of jail,
but not so he could
reclaim his position.
Then why did he do it?
- He wanted to kill him.
- Bloody hell.
You'd best bring him into the
station house just to be safe.
He won't be safe with
Colangelo's men on the streets.
I know where Colangelo is.
They hang out at Antonio's.
Round them up, then I'll deliver him.
Uh, good news?
Right then! Let the dog see the rabbit.
Have a seat, Mr. Trout.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What is it you're wanting?
Just hoping you can tell me more
about what happened this morning.
Ah, it's not much to tell.
Walking to work when someone jumped me.
Came at me from behind.
So
you didn't recognize the
man who-who-who beat you up?
Hit me from behind. Didn't say a word.
What did his shoes look like?
(SCOFFS)
- Taking the piss?
- Might be useful.
I've had enough of this.
Ardell O'Donnell?
I believe we've crossed paths
in Montreal. Llewellyn Watts.
Ah. Afraid I don't recall.
The pleasure's mine, Mr. Watts.
What brings you to town?
Just visiting some relatives.
And how long have you been
just visiting some relatives?
Oh, couple of days.
That's interesting.
There's been quite a bit of trouble here
- last couple of days.
- Is that right? Terrible.
But I'm sure it has
nothing to do with me.
- How long do you plan on staying?
- Look, uh, what is this?
Twenty Questions?
Just now, outside, I was
accosted by a young Black woman
asking me how long I
was staying in town.
This woman have a name?
Uh, it was, uh, Violet. Violet Hart.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Everything all right?
Think you're right.
I ought to sell this place.
I shouldn't have said that.
I was worried.
Yes, as you should've been.
I was just too naive to see it.
Violet, you're worrying me.
Please tell me what's going on.
Everything that's happened here
the last two days is my fault.
If I hadn't started the neighbourhood
- safety program
- What do you mean?
The program is helping people.
It got Mr. Currant shot.
- How's that?
- After the attack,
he said we have to show our strength.
What did he do?
He beat one of the masked men
so badly it got him shot in return.
Well, that was Mr. Currant's decision,
not yours.
And if the-the police
hadn't let Petrucci escape
- in the first place
- It wasn't Petrucci.
It was Ardal O'Donnell.
Who?
According to Detective Murdoch,
he heads an Irish gang in Montreal.
And he intends to expand.
I don't think I have
it in me to fight him.
Violet Hart,
you are the strongest
woman I've ever known.
You can do anything
you put your mind to.
Petrucci got away?
- Yeah.
- How?
We got jumped.
Idiots.
Maybe give me a couple o' men
that can shoot straight next time.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Uh, boss, we got a problem.
Toronto Constabulary.
Keep your hands where we
can see them, gentlemen.
(UPBEAT IRISH FOLK MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Interesting place to be meeting.
I confess I may have had an
ulterior motive for suggesting it.
Let me guess: a case?
I hope you don't mind.
Not at all. I'm
thrilled by the intrigue.
Oh, your philosophy courses not offering
the fascination you'd hoped, Joseph?
Nothing like this.
Now tell me about this case.
We're investigating a pair of
attacks on the Starbright Club.
- The spot owned by your friend?
- Violet Hart.
How's that progressing?
I've had no luck yet, but
things may be looking up.
That's Ardal O'Donnell.
I think he's mixed up in this somehow.
Barman seems impressed by him.
Certainly did.
Shaking hands with the big man, are ya?
- Had to thank him, didn't I?
- For what?
Making sure the man who
beat me paid with his blood.
I know that look.
I will make this up to you. I promise.
Oh, I'll make sure of that.
I think Ardal O'Donnell was behind
the attacks on the Starbright.
Yes, I believe you're right.
You already knew.
I suspected.
What's brought you to
the same conclusion?
Mr. Trout said something about
Ardal and Ephraim Currant.
Payback, perhaps?
Miss Hart said she
only met him in passing.
If there's more to the story,
why wouldn't she mention it?
Right.
Watts, if you have
more insight into this,
now would be a good time to tell me.
Ah, Miss Hart has started a
community organization, of a sort.
What sort of organization
would have her mixed up
with the likes of Ardal O'Donnell?
One that seeks to protect her neighbours
from men like him and Tony Petrucci.
"We can look after ourselves."
I'm sorry?
It's something Miss
Hart said to me earlier.
Do Miss Hart's neighbours pay her
for this so-called protection?
I couldn't say for sure,
- but I did see something changing hands.
- Hm.
Could you please set up an
interview with Mr. O'Donnell?
Of course. Where are you off to?
I fear Miss Hart has
gotten herself mixed up
in something she can't handle.
I love what you've done with the place.
Well, it's better than
a nasty, damp cell.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes?
(BRACKENREID): We've got
Colangelo and his men.
- I see.
- So bring him in.
Will do.
What was that?
Colangelo's still on the loose.
I'll have to keep you here.
Not much of a police force.
First Colangelo steals me from my cell,
and now your guys can't catch him.
- I did save your life.
- Hm. You mind?
- Please.
- Still,
the rest of them are junior league.
A bunch of muttonheads
working for two bits a day.
Well, we'll just have
to wait and see how long
it takes the muttonheads
to come through.
- (SCOFFS)
- While we're waiting,
why don't we work on your confession?
- Confession for what?
- Murder.
Of the hydro engineer
and of Constable Tucker.
I was in jail when Tucker met his maker.
We both know your reach extends
far beyond the cell doors.
Or at least it used to.
Now, I'm not so sure.
- Are you?
- (SCOFFS)
Have you been able to
arrange an interview
- with Mr. O'Donnell yet?
- Not yet.
No one's seen him since
he left Ryan's last night.
Miss Hart?
Also unaccounted for.
- That's strange.
- I agree.
- Perhaps we should
- Sir.
What is it, Henry?
A body's been found in an alley
near the Starbright club.
I'll get my coat.
Constable.
That's Ardal O'Donnell.
There's no apparent sign of injury.
And yet I think it's unlikely
the man died of natural causes.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Ah, Detective.
You have very good timing.
Dr. Mcleavy should be here any moment.
- Oh, really?
- To perform the post-mortem.
You believe I have a conflict
of interest, do you not?
Well, that does stand to reason.
- Yes.
- Well, you're right.
I was furious when I
learned that Mr. O'Donnell
was the one who had Ephraim shot.
- I understand the two of you argued.
- Yes.
But I'm not in the habit of
killing those who I argue with.
Where were you last evening?
I tried to locate you, but you were not
at home or at the Starbright Club.
I was with Kiera Ryan
discussing how I might find a way
to make peace with Mr. O'Donnell.
- Of course I'll need to confirm that.
- Of course.
I have nothing to hide, Detective.
Now if you'll excuse me, I
need to get to the Starbright.
Would you like some more?
I'm all right.
What do you think?
It's not the worst I've
ever had. What's it called?
Bulgogi.
What the hell kind of name is that?
What the hell kind of name
is rigatoni? Or cacciatore?
What're you tryin' to say?
I'm saying it sounds
a hell of a lot better
than boiled meat and cabbage.
- You got that right.
- Huh.
I know you have friends in high places.
But what makes you so sure
that they're going to help you
out of this spot you've
found yourself in?
Easy. I'll scratch their
back, they'll scratch mine.
(CHUCKLING) We both know there are
different rules for men like you and I.
We are not the same.
Oh! I think you'll find we are,
at least in ways that matter
to a man like Chadwick Vaughan.
What do you mean by that?
Men like Vaughan are never
going to see us as equals.
If we're useful, they'll
humour us. If not?
- It ain't like that.
- It is like that.
You know why I became a cop?
- Not really, but I'm sure you'll tell me.
- Shut up!
It's because I wanted people
to look up at me, not down.
- Plenty of people look up to me.
- Yes.
- Just none that matter.
- (SCOFFS)
(KNOCKING)
- What's going on?
- Stay here.
Mrs. Crabtree.
Chief Constable Brackenreid
told me you have Petrucci.
I need to speak with him.
Hey! A party girl.
You're a better man
than I thought, Choi.
Whatta ya got for me sugar, huh?
A chance to save your life.
Is it funnier, darling, if I'm onstage
when the masked men burst in,
or walking back to my seat?
You're writing a joke about
what happened at the Starbright?
Of course. Comedy is
tragedy with a smile.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Oh, if you've got a thirst
it'll have to wait. We're not open.
Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.
- Mr. Ryan.
- Sir.
Oh, are you? What can we do for you?
I take it the two of you
know Ardal O'Donnell is dead?
Ardal?
Jesus.
He was only here just yesterday.
Petrucci's doing, I'm guessing.
I don't think so.
Where were the two of you last night?
Not killing a friend, if
that's what you're asking.
Don't get testy, Frank. The
man's just asking questions.
We were at home.
Did you have any company?
Are you being saucy?
It was the two of us. Why?
According to Violet Hart,
she spent the evening
with you, Mrs. Ryan.
You don't think Miss Hart had
something to do with Ardal's death?
Dr. Mcleavy, I presume.
You're Detective Murdoch.
Call me Steve.
Oh.
Have you determined a cause
of death for Mr. O'Donnell?
Man died of asphyxiation.
Wha I-I don't recall seeing
any signs of strangulation.
You wouldn't have.
His diaphragm ceased to function,
but not from any external means.
He died of natural causes?
Didn't say that. Have a look at this.
Puncture wound.
Mm-hmm. He was injected with a paralytic
that stopped his muscles working.
Any idea what type of drug was used?
Curare.
- You're familiar with it?
- No, but Miss Hart is.
Curare?
That's unusual stuff.
Who did you sell it to?
The last person I sold
any to was you, Miss Hart.
She admitted buying curare?
She didn't deny it.
I find it difficult to imagine
Miss Hart is responsible for this.
What do you think, Murdoch?
You had a bee in your
bonnet about her at one time.
The fact that Miss Hart has
procured curare in the past
doesn't prove anything.
But I would be interested
knowing if she's done so recently.
What about her alibi?
Kiera Ryan denies seeing her last night.
Oh, you found Mrs. Ryan credible?
I've confirmed her
account with her husband,
as well as another resident
in their rooming house
who attested that she
was home all evening.
I'm fond of Miss Hart, but
if she had a hand in this
Then she will have to face justice.
A deal?
Who are you people?
I'm a Crown Attorney.
And the one who's going
to be trying your case.
There's no case. There's no deal.
I'm the one going down for this.
It doesn't have to be that way.
Just testify that Chadwick Vaughan
put you up to the
killing of Timothy Kerr.
You say that and you live.
Are you for real?
You're an Oriental.
I'm Italian and she's a broad.
No one's gonna listen to us!
Just tell us anything you
know about Chadwick Vaughan.
Only he's the mayor of the
greatest city in Canada,
a real prince among men.
And a man who ordered
you to kill someone.
You say that in court
and maybe you don't die.
If I say that in court, I do die.
There's no maybe about it.
This might be your best chance.
Mrs. Crabtree is one
of our finest attorneys.
Are you listening to me?
Those people, people that used to
work for me, are trying to kill me.
I'm not afraid.
But I'm not going to say
anything against Chadwick Vaughan.
We'll support you.
I will lay charges
against Chadwick Vaughan
- if you just admit that
- What do you think?
- About what?
- You think that if I take the stand
and tell the world
that Vaughan ordered me
to kill someone that a judge,
someone that Vaughan breaks bread with,
is gonna take my word over his?
It's your best chance!
My best chance is to say nothing.
I'm sure Vaughan won't let me do time.
When are you going to get it?
Men like Vaughan don't give
a damn about people like us!
You've outlived your usefulness.
Fight back!
It's not going to happen.
(SIGHS)
And no matter where
the threats come from,
I'm here to protect you
and I want all of you to know
that if you need anything,
you can come to me.
(APPLAUSE)
Excuse me a moment.
Detective. Has there been
any progress in the case?
Yes. But not exactly what I'd hoped for.
Miss Ryan has not confirmed your alibi.
That's not possible.
Her account was
corroborated by her husband
and another tenant in
their rooming house.
What
This makes me a suspect.
I'm afraid it does.
Especially given Mr.
O'Donnell's cause of death.
Which was?
He was poisoned with curare,
a substance I believe
you're familiar with.
I can assure you, I did not kill him.
If there is something
more you need to tell me,
now would be the time.
Are you here to arrest me?
Not at this time.
But if you have something
else you need to say
I do not.
Very well, then.
Good day, Miss Hart.
If I don't find a way
to prove my innocence
Then you'll have the most
devoted lawyer defending you.
Thank you, Isaiah.
But we can't let it get to that point.
What should I do, Llewellyn?
The best course of action is to
find a way to refute the evidence.
There's no denying you had motive.
What about this curare?
I haven't been near it in years.
But you don't deny having
procured it in the past?
All right.
That leaves your alibi.
- You say you were with Kiera Ryan.
- I was.
Detective Murdoch is
searching for others
who may have seen Mrs. Ryan
leaving her premises that night.
Hopefully he'll have some success.
What I don't understand
is why she would lie.
Could she be defending
O'Donnell's real killer?
If you take the blame,
whoever actually did it goes free.
That's good thinking. Perhaps
I should interview her again.
If Kiera knows anything, she's not
going to tell it to a police officer.
What else can we do?
I'll talk to her?
- I don't think that's a good idea.
- No, no, no.
It's worth a try. You think you
could have her here in an hour?
He's not going to talk, is he?
I don't think so.
- Let's go, Petrucci.
- Where?
Back to the station house.
But what about Colangelo's men?
We arrested them hours ago.
Maybe you'll end up in the same cell.
- You lied to me.
- I gave you a chance to save yourself.
A chance you obviously
weren't interested in taking.
So now we'll leave you to your fate.
No, no, no. Wait, wait.
You promise to keep
me away from Colangelo?
Depends on what you say.
Chadwick Vaughan told me
to shut that Kerr fella up and I did.
But I didn't have Tucker killed.
He was a mutt, but I don't
know, I kinda liked him.
So who killed him?
For my money, it was Colangelo.
And you're willing to put
all this down in writing?
Don't be stupid.
Telling us means nothing
if you won't testify.
Well, that's your problem.
You want to take down
Vaughan and Colangelo,
you have to do it on your own.
Now take me back to the cells.
Oh, I must get the name
of your cleaning lady.
It's like nothing ever happened in here.
Oh, plenty has happened.
I heard about your barman. How is he?
Why did you tell Detective Murdoch
- we weren't together last night?
- Sorry, love.
I just didn't want to be
messing with the police;
could hurt my public image.
They think I killed O'Donnell.
They'll come to their senses.
Ardal had nothing against you.
He attacked my club.
That could have been about anything.
But what could that have
- Frank.
- What about Frank?
The attackers came
straight to our table.
I assumed it was for me at
first, but perhaps I was wrong.
Don't be daft. Frank was helping Ardal,
introducing him around.
Because he's the heart of
the Irish community here.
Maybe O'Donnell felt threatened.
Is that why you lied?
To cover for your husband?
Please, Frank's no killer.
He won't even carve the
Christmas ham, gets me to do it.
So it was you, then.
I do what I must to protect my people,
just like you with your
neighbourhood safety program.
Well,
- thank you, Kiera.
- For what?
Well, your confession, of course.
You can come out now.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Ryan.
What's this about?
Right.
You think this will be
admissible evidence, Mr. Buchanan?
I'd say so.
Seems now you're a
recording star, as well.
Let's get you to your
next venue, shall we?
And you're certain it was her?
Very good. Thank you.
- I've just spoken
- I just
Uh, with the man who once
sold curare to Miss Hart, but
he hasn't done so recently.
He did tell me, however, that
he sold some to Kiera Ryan.
And she used it to kill O'Donnell.
This is not news to you.
Mrs. Ryan just confessed.
I've put her in the cells.
Oh. Very good, Watts.
You, as well.
You don't seem pleased.
I'm just glad that Miss Hart
hasn't gotten herself
tangled up in all of this.
Mm.
But you're still concerned about
her neighbourhood safety program.
I am. It should be disbanded.
Detective, even you must admit
the Black community in this city
is not well protected by the police.
I'm sure you're right.
But vigilante justice is not the answer.
(SWING MUSIC PLAYING)
Forget the makeup and
roll up your sleeves ♪
The pursuit of
happiness is gonna begin ♪
Whoa-oh-oh ♪
Oh, Detective. What can we do for you?
The investigation into
Ardal O'Donnell's murder
- is closed.
- I'm glad to hear it.
As am I. Very glad.
Is there something else?
There is. Ah, Miss Hart,
I was hoping we could speak in private.
- As you wish.
- Thank you.
I'm hoping to convince you to put an end
to this program that
you've been running.
Why would I do that?
You're a city official.
You must realize that
a program such as this
could be oddly perceived.
By whom?
The Board of Control?
By everyone.
People are paying you for protection.
That's not a crime, Detective.
No, it's not.
But, as city coroner,
you are paid by the public
and have a public profile.
A profile that is worthless if I'm
not giving back to my community.
Miss Hart, Violet,
I have no horse in this race. Truly.
I consider you to be a tremendous asset
in the city coroner's office
and I would hate to lose you
because of the
appearance of impropriety.
I don't give a damn about appearances.
I am an asset to the coroner's
office, a valuable one.
But I'm more valuable here.
So what are you saying to me?
I'm saying that if I have to choose,
then I choose this
place and these people.
My people.
So be it.
So he confessed to all of it?
Verbally, but he refuses
to write a confession.
Or testify in court.
At least he confirmed our
suspicions about Vaughan.
Mm. And with Colangelo's
men in the cells,
we can find the weakest
link and break it.
And keep Vaughan as far
away as we can until we do.
What's going on, lads?
The doors to the station
house have been padlocked?
- Padlocked?
- Why?
I hoped one of you might know
the answer to that question.
They don't.
But I do.
Station House Four and its staff
have been declared redundant.
You can't close the station house.
That's not your decision to make.
- Isn't it?
- No, it isn't.
It's the Chief Constable's.
And the last time I checked,
that was me.
You might want to check again.
I've no choice but to
relieve you of your duties.
You as well, Mrs. Crabtree.
Your personal belongings are outside
on the street outside City Hall.
And what of the men who were in custody?
They've been relocated.
Although that is no longer your concern.
You'll regret this, Vaughan.
I somehow doubt that.
Thank you all for your service,
but that time has now come to an end.
So we've got a day off.
Right, lads. We're all
off to The Tipsy Ferret.
The first drink is on me.
(INDISTINCT MURMURING)
This isn't over, Vaughan.
Oh,
I think it very much is.
(THEME MUSIC)