18x04 - Gimme Shelter

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[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Good afternoon, everyone, and
thank you for being present

on this very special occasion.

As president of The
Toronto Housing Company,

I could confidently state
that today marks a new era

for the City of Toronto.

I present to you Spruce Court,

housing for the workman of modest means

that all can afford.

- [APPLAUSE]
- Seems like quite a good idea.

Hopefully, it will cut crime
down in the slums by half.

Indeed. Hopefully, disease
and poverty, as well.

For our ribbon cutting,

I'll be joined by
Lieutenant Governor Gibson,

our philanthropists,

and Chief Constable Brackenreid.

Well, that's my cue. I've
booked the afternoon off,

going to spend some
time with the missus.

Happy wife, happy life.

I've heard that.

Not sure I quite believe it.

- Hm.
- Anyway,

you can take care of the
rest of the tour, can't you?

[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

- Ah!
- Arrivederci.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Excuse me, kids!

I commend the quality living conditions.

It's rare to see such respect
given to the working class.

Well, I think housing
is second in importance

only to preserving law and order.

Don't you agree, Inspector?

Mr. Byers, I could not agree more.

If this is successful,
hopefully it will encourage

the government to pitch in and help out.

That is my hope.

Excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen,
one of our tenants,

Miss Mysha Boyko,

came to Canada as a young maiden

and now works as a bookkeeper

at the esteemed Eaton's
department store.

She has a new lease on life
by moving into Spruce Court

and kindly allowed us a
tour of her new apartment.

Shall we say hello?

Miss Boyko?

Miss Boyko.

Miss Boyko!

[TENSE MUSIC]

Not the new lease on
life she had hoped for.

[GASPS]

[THEME MUSIC]

Time of death is between
two and eight p.m. yesterday.

I'll let you know of my findings.

Thank you, Miss Hart.

Sniffing powdered cocaine

seems to have become
very popular lately.

Interesting how things become popular

when they're deemed ill*gal.

Mickson & Company.

They reported a shipment of
cocaine stolen two weeks ago

on its way to the hospital.

This is likely from that shipment.

I wonder if Miss Boyko was involved.

Certainly possible.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- And who might you be?
- The police.

Really?

Well, will wonders never cease?

I'm Councillor Barry
Tallow. This is my ward.

Inspector Albert Choi, sir.

Hm. Shame about the young lady,

but I can't say it's much of a surprise.

I told the council that
housing these people

in one place was a recipe for disaster.

What are you insinuating, Councillor?

I mean immigrant workers.

I'm not happy they'll be roaming
the streets of my neighbourhood,

right alongside children.

Surely you must want
this building shut down.

With all due respect, Councillor,

I recommend an investigation
take place first.

And you're a police inspector?

- Indeed I am.
- Hm.

I must say I prefer a
traditional inspector.

Councillor, did you
know Miss Mysha Boyko?

- The dead woman?
- Hm.

Of course not.

Why would I have
anything to do with her?

Then perhaps it's wise not
to judge one's character

by their origin or occupation.

Despite his assumptions,
one thing is true.

Stolen drugs were found.

We need to know if Miss Boyko
was connected to the theft.

Yes. A robbery like this would
have taken some organization.

She likely didn't work alone.

Continue to interview the other tenants.

Yes, sir.

Are you a tenant here, Miss... ?

Mrs. Carol Robinson.

No, I am a charity worker for
St. Patrick's Relief Society.

Presumably a member of St.
Patrick's Catholic Church?

I live in the neighbourhood.

I've been asking tenants if they'd
like the secondhand furnishings

that were donated to the church.

I like to look in on troubled people.

- Troubled people.
- Mm.

Like narcotics addicts?

Some are, some aren't.

There's no shortage of reasons why
people find themselves in distress.

Indeed. Did you know the deceased?

No, I, I had never met her.

But I was saddened to hear
what happened to the poor soul.

No matter one's station,
everyone is a child of God.

[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

Thank you, Mrs. Robinson.

[WATTS]: That'll be all.

Anything of interest?

Miss Boyko's neighbours
never saw her with drugs.

She worked a steady job and
volunteered with an orphanage

doing bookkeeping work for free.

Hardly the character of a drug thief.

I agree.

[SIGHS] The inspector and
I are headed to the morgue.

Finish up what you're doing here

- and we'll meet you there.
- Mm.

Llewellyn Marcus Watts.

Olivia Leeming? Ah!

- In the flesh.
- It's been...

- [EXHALES] ... twenty years.
- At least!

Twenty years. Do you live here?

No, I just stopped in to see my friend.

By a strange twist of fate,

I run into an old
friend as I lose another.

- You mean...
- I knew Mysha.

- I can't believe what happened.
- Ah, so sorry.

May I ask you an impolite question?

Go ahead.

Did she ever mention her drug use?

Not at all.

She didn't so much as
take a sip of whisky.

Mm.

Now, may I ask you an impolite question?

Sure.

How did you become a police detective?

- Oh, you find that surprising?
- Well, you were always

scrawny and awkward. Not
much of a fan of authority,

- as I recall.
- Well,

they don't seem to mind my nature.

And how 'bout you? Have you finally
gotten your paintings exhibited

at the Society of Artists
like you'd always imagined?

Hm, well, unfortunately ambition alone

doesn't bring you fame and fortune.

I should continue, but, uh,

would you like to meet
me for lunch tomorrow?

Scott's Diner, 12 o'clock?

A starving artist would
never say no to a free lunch.

All right.

I told Mrs. Penn she should
plant tulips in her yard.

Look at that lawn! Nothing but weeds.

- Margaret.
- Well, it brings down

the value of the neighbourhood.

- Oh! Moment of your time?
- We're not interested.

Oh, you might be, sir. Alfred Hawes.

- You live around here?
- Hawes.

We've just walked past the vacant lot

with your sign on it on Bernard Avenue.

Indeed. I plan to build a
walk-up apartment building.

It'll accommodate at
least 24 households.

Twenty-four households. On this street?

Oh, that's nothing compared
to my previous development.

That had 32 units! You've
heard of Sussex Court?

What good will an apartment
building do 'round here?

Well, provide quality residences

for those who can't afford houses

in what I believe is the choicest

residential district in Toronto.

- Oh. Really?
- Yes, indeed.

Construction will take at least a year,

- but it'll be worth it.
- A year?

Well, hopefully sooner,
but these things take time.

I just wanted to inform
you as to what's coming.

Good day, people.

Dust, noise, and lowlifes.

- Bloody hell.
- Margaret!

Oh.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

There's paratracheal edema and a
small tear to the artery in her neck.

She died of strangulation,
not an overdose.

- A m*rder.
- I found blood and skin

under the fingernails of her
right index and middle fingers.

A result of an altercation
with her k*ller.

I also found a piece of
lavender-coloured fibre

that got caught in a fingernail.

From what I observed
under the microscope,

I'd say it was silk.

Fibre from her own clothing?

No, Detective.

Then likely from something
the k*ller was wearing.

I didn't notice this cut
at the scene of the crime

'cause it was covered
under her dress. It's fresh.

Any idea what could've caused that?

Uh, something like the
head of a pin or a nail.

It's quite a deep cut,
but there's no blood.

The cut was made after lividity began?

Yes, Detective.

The cut would've been
made some time after death.

So the body was moved?

Seems likely.

- Is there anything else, Miss Hart?
- Uh, yes.

This is the oddest thing I found.

They're wood splinters.

They were difficult to spot,

but there are plenty of them
trapped in her hair like in a duster.

How'd they end up there?

Seems we'll need to take another
look at Miss Boyko's flat.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Oh! Take a look.

Very capable of snagging
a body being dragged.

Hm.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary here.

Are you sure about that?

This looks similar to the wood shavings

we found in Miss Boyko's hair.

So she was k*lled here?

Seems likely.

[KNOCKING]

There's something back here.

Oh.

Cocaine.

Someone left something behind.

And two cots could mean
two people were in here.

Miss Boyko had two accomplices.

The three of them used
the stolen cocaine here,

dragged her body up the
stairs past the nail,

and posed Miss Boyko's
body at the front door

to make it appear as
though she were to blame.

You mean they turned on her.

Or she had no part in the theft at all.

The two criminals simply
stashed the cocaine here.

They moved in and out through...

those doors there.

Miss Boyko discovered this den

and walked in on two
strangers who strangled her,

then dragged her body upstairs

to prevent drawing
attention to this place.

Whether or not she was an accomplice,

the people that were
staying in this room

are the K*llers.

Did you find anything?

This space is unique to this apartment.

No other cellars have
similar partitions.

Mm. Have a look at this.

Oh.

Graffiti of some kind?

Any idea what it is?

Looks almost like...

- spectacles.
- Mm.

Paint...

is still malleable.

You think Miss Boyko painted this?

Or someone else.

Right.

We need to speak with The
Toronto Housing Company,

find out who worked on this apartment

- and built these partitions.
- Mm.

Mr. Hawes, do come in. Have a seat.

Now, since our conversation,
I've been thinking.

I don't want a walk-up apartment.

Oh? And why's that?

I have my reasons.

I would like you to
build a house instead,

for a single family.

Is this an official request?

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm just a concerned citizen

who enjoys the peace and tranquility

of his neighbourhood after a
long day catching criminals.

Uh, Mr. Brackenreid. I'm a businessman.

I, I can't afford to
take a loss on this land.

Give me the bottom line.

How much would it cost
me to buy the entire lot?

Mm...

As you can see, no partitions
were ever part of the plans.

Here are the original
architectural drawings.

Oh.

Right.

Do you have the names and addresses

of all of the people who
worked on this project?

You can call into my office and check,

but many manual labourers
don't have fixed addresses.

Tracking them down
would be no small feat.

Indeed.

Thank you, Mr. Byers.

I hope that you can bring
this to a quick conclusion.

We'll do our best, Mr. Byers.

I was very close to
having the council agree

to co-fund my next development.

Miss Boyko's unseemly death
has put a halt to that.

City council no longer
considers housing a priority.

Immanuel Kant would say
housing is a prerequisite

to human flourishing.

It's a matter of principle,
not just the consequence.

Tell that to Barry Tallow.

He's the one that led the movement

to put the kibosh on
any further development.

Watts, Mr. Byers has a list
of labourers in his office.

We need to have a look at that list.

We'll look at that
list, uh, after lunch.

- Oh! Uh...
- Just trust me.

- Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Robinson.
- Hm.

What is it, Detective?

We believe some construction workers

may be involved in our case.

- Mm.
- So, we're asking some of the neighbours.

Have you seen anyone
matching that description

around the Spruce Court
project after its completion?

I do recall a couple of workers

who were around that flat.

What did they look like?

I remember a Chinese man with a goatee,

and a short, dark-haired
man was with him.

Any idea where they came from?

Odds are The Ward.

Most of the able-bodied men
down there work as day labourers.

That is, when they
work at all. [CHUCKLES]

What could a Toronto police
detective have for me?

Mm.

All right, so I was told by the man

at the art supply store that these

are his finest watercolours.

- Thank you, Llewellyn.
- Mm.

So, have you made any
progress on Mysha's case?

Do you know where she got the cocaine?

We do know it wasn't an overdose.

We believe she was m*rder*d.

m*rder?

That's ridiculous! Who would...

[WHISPERS]: ... k*ll Mysha?

I was hoping you might
have some insight into that.

Did you spend any time
with her in her new place?

No.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure. Why
are you asking me that?

There's... in the cellar, on the wall,

uh, some graffiti, a painting.

- I was wondering if...
- I told you...

that I was never in her place.

- Right.
- I can't believe this.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Please, don't leave.

[MALE CUSTOMER]: You know,
it's funny you should say that.

It's just...

[CLEARS THROAT]

When I get on a case, I, uh...

You get obsessed.

- I remember that about you.
- Right, right.

[SIGHS] Well, thank you for the meal,

and for the supplies,
but I had nothing to do

with Mysha's death.

- And if you find anything, please...
- Yes, I will let you know.

So, where are you living now?

Here and there.

I'm actually having tough luck
finding a roof over my head, Llewellyn.

I've gotta make do with
what I have, I suppose.

These new art supplies,
they are a luxury,

especially when living on a dime. I...

I am grateful for it.

You're welcome. You know,

I could look and see if I
could find some sort of job,

something promising.

Well, promises are but ropes of sand.

But one can find gold in the sand.

Ooh.

Where have you been?

Just, uh, chasing a
suspicion. But it was nothing.

Hm. Mrs. Robinson
gave us the description

of two construction workers she
saw lurking behind the building.

They could be in The Ward.

So it seems a trip is in order.

This might interest you.

Just received a report
from Station House One.

They confiscated some of the
Mickson cocaine three days ago.

No arrests, though.

The thieves fled before
the police arrived.

Were the drugs found?

Inside a shed behind,
uh, 5100 Baldwin Street.

Well, we're heading that way now.

[PLAYFUL MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- [SPLASHING]
- Ooh, ooh. Oh!

I know nothing.

There were stolen drugs in
the shed just next door to you.

News to me.

We're investigating a
m*rder in Spruce Court.

Do you know anything about that?

I don't know anyone at Spruce Court.

I've no interest in that place.

Why's that?

The people who run the place,

they only want to rent to those who have

proven themselves to be morally upright.

- Mm.
- They want reference letters

from someone who's a homeowner.

If I knew any homeowners,
you think I'd be living here?

I haven't seen anyone around that shed.

Not recently, anyway.

Oh? Uh, when then?

Ah, let me think.

Maybe a couple of months ago?

No, it was last week. Hm.

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

[BOY]: Ow!

Uh, excuse me a moment.

Detective Watts, Toronto Constabulary.

Good for you. What do you want?

Did you two work on the
construction of Spruce Court?

For a while. Quit a couple months back.

- Why?
- Why do you want to know?

We quit because that Frank
Byers is a cheap b*stard.

And you say you quit months ago?

You calling me a liar?

A neighbour recalls seeing
two construction workers

that match your description,

and we found a cap that matches

this shirt at the crime scene,

an underground den.

Know anything about that?

Oh!

[TENSE MUSIC]

Uh, Detective Murdoch!
They're headed your way.

Excuse me.

[MEN GRUNTING]

I just washed those!

Please have them
cleaned and send the bill

to Station House Number Four.

Gentlemen...

let's have a chat.

Vincenzo Tamanini and Jerry Lin.

The two of you worked for Frank Byers.

Your fingermarks match those
we found in the underground den.

Had nothing to do with drugs, or m*rder.

You built the den in secret,

stored stolen cocaine there

and when Miss Boyko stumbled
upon it, you k*lled her.

This is a c*ck-and-bull story.

Two of us did build that
place, but that's all we did.

You built it for the purpose
of hiding stolen drugs.

No! We just needed a place
to stay during the winter.

We told you, Frank Byers underpaid us.

We couldn't afford work
boots, let alone proper rooms.

We haven't set foot in the
damn place since winter ended.

The graffiti in the den was fairly fresh

and the workers said they
haven't been there since winter.

But their only alibi is each other.

Apparently, they've been working
on a job outside of the city.

I highly doubt they've been
near Spruce Court recently.

So you believe them?

I think someone else
knew about that place.

I would tend to agree.

Uh, Detective Murdoch.

Do you mind explaining
this laundry bill?

Ah! That is the cost

of arresting our current suspects.

Hm.

[PLAYFUL MUSIC]

- [EFFIE]: Chief Constable.
- Ah, Mrs. Crabtree.

What brings you here?

I just need to check
on some arrest reports

filed by Station House One.

Anything I need to be concerned about?

No, no, just routine.

And how is Mr. Crabtree faring?

He's, um...

well, he's on chapter two, so,

it's a slog, but he's happy.

Have you heard about
this apartment building

- on Bernard Avenue?
- No.

That's just a couple
blocks away from where I am.

I know. But don't worry about it.

The builder has told me that
I can purchase the entire lot.

I'm going to ask the
neighbourhood residents

to take part in a fundraiser
to help me out a bit.

You're buying an empty lot? Why?

To protect the rights
of our local community

of respectable families.

The rights to what?

The rights to live in peace.

A building like that will
bring noise and clutter.

It won't preserve the
look of the neighbourhood.

The look of the neighbourhood?

I'm not sure what that
has to do with peace.

A building will bring in
hordes of strangers all at once.

Think of the traffic!

Well, I think apartment
buildings are an apt solution

as Toronto becomes more cosmopolitan.

Apartment buildings are fine.

Just not in our neighbourhood.

Right.

Apt solution.

Liberals...

I found you a lead.

Machine operator at Bryson Printing.

It's the best I could
do on short notice,

but the pay should be
sufficient for a rooming house.

I'm not complaining.

- Thank you, Llewellyn.
- Mm.

Let me show you something.

Oh!

These are beautiful.

Hm.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Graffiti of some kind?

Why did you lie to me?

What do you mean?

This.

- It's yours?
- Yes.

They're olives.

It's a signature of mine, if you will.

A signature also found in
a concealed underground den

in your friend's flat.

We found cocaine there.

It's a funny coincidence.

And it's also where we
suspect Mysha was k*lled.

What were you doing there?

Don't lie.

[SIGHS]

I was staying there.

Last week, Mysha offered me lodging

until I found a place to live.

She found the extra space in the cellar

and thought that it would be perfect.

And you didn't tell anyone?

Spruce Court has strict rules in place.

The flat is to be occupied
by one person only,

and I enjoyed the privacy.

Because you didn't want other tenants

to see you using cocaine?

I indulge in the stuff.

And Mysha knew this, she understood.

She was once in my shoes.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Because I was embarrassed.

I was worried what you'd think.

Cocaine was found planted
on your friend's body.

Not by me. I may not be perfect,

but you must believe
that I would never k*ll

one of the only people
who was ever kind to me.

You say you want us to believe you,

but this vial that we
found on your person

is an exact match to the stolen drugs

from Mickson's at 91%
cocaine and 9% epinephrine.

Judging by your
reaction, or lack thereof,

you knew that this cocaine was stolen?

We have every reason to believe

that you were part of this theft.

I never took part in it.

All right, tell us who
else was behind the theft.

You could be given leniency.

Dan Kranchuk and Malcolm Welch.

They're pals from the streets.

So you assisted them in the theft?

Hardly. I let them in the
den for just a few hours.

But I had no idea that they
had stolen drugs with them.

So you let them in and
helped yourself to the drugs.

No, they gave it to me.

Said that I earned it. I...

never asked for it.

But you didn't refuse it, either,

which could make you an accessory
to the theft after the fact.

Uh, did the thieves m*rder Mysha Boyko?

I would have told you if they had!

She was my friend!

Maybe they went back to Mysha's place

- without telling me.
- Mm-hmm.

So where are Kranchuk and Welch now?

I have no idea. And that's the truth.

Is there anything else
you can tell us, Olivia?

She was your friend. You owe it to her.

Maybe.

Mm-hmm.

What?

The... the day before
her body was found,

Mysha and I got into a quarrel.

She'd found out about the two
that I'd let in and she was livid.

She kicked me out of the house.

So you had motive, then.

But I didn't do it.

S-so what relevance
does this quarrel have?

I went to see Mysha later
that day, to apologize.

- And did you?
- N-no.

Why not?

I saw a gentleman enter Mysha's flat

through the front door.

What did this gentleman look like?

I can show you.

She seems to have remembered this
gentleman at just the right time.

Convenient.

She was afraid of
mentioning what she saw

because that'd give away
the fact that she'd been

staying at Mysha's flat.

At least that's what she told me.

Well, if she is telling the truth,

that gives us three new suspects:

Dan Kranchuk, Malcolm Welch,

and this unidentified gentleman.

This is the man I saw.

- Are you sure?
- I'm certain.

I have a good memory for faces.

That's Councillor Tallow.

Mr. Tallow was adamant
he didn't know Miss Boyko.

And yet he was seen going into her flat

the day she was m*rder*d.

And what do you propose we do?

[SCOFFS] Arrest him.

- Is your witness reliable?
- I've known her since childhood.

That doesn't answer the question.

How could this Miss Boyko

and Councillor Tallow be connected?

We don't know, but Mr. Tallow is leading

a coalition of councillors to eliminate

any future city-subsidized housing.

And Miss Boyko's death at Spruce Court

has served him well in that regard.

So your theory is that Mr.
Tallow k*lled Miss Boyko

and staged an overdose
to stir up controversy

and bolster his stance?

It's a possibility.

A possibility I'm not willing
to put in front of a judge.

You're going up against a
well-respected member of the council.

And you only have one witness

who, as far as we know,
is a known drug user.

Doesn't mean she's lying.

Well then bring us proof she isn't!

We've already lost one
case against a corrupt

city councillor due to
insufficient evidence.

- Let's not lose another.
- All right.

Last week, Councillor Tallow

attended daily city council meetings,

a ribbon cutting at the opening
of a public park in Riverdale,

and a meeting with a charity orphanage.

- Charity orphanage.
- Mm-hmm.

- Interesting.
- How so?

Uh, Miss Boyko was a
volunteer bookkeeper

- at an orphanage.
- Right.

I've been looking into Councillor
Tallow's recent activities.

Earlier this year, he became one of only

five managers of the newly formed
Toronto Social Service Commission.

That commission was formed to streamline

- the efforts of local charities.
- Hm.

So, both Councillor
Tallow and Miss Boyko

worked in professions
related to charities.

It may be they worked together.

Ah! No maybe about it. Look at this.

The Jubilee Children's Home,
one of Tallow's responsibilities.

Take a look at the bookkeeper.

Miss Mysha Boyko.

At the very least, they knew each other

from working with this orphanage.

Perhaps he found errors
in her bookkeeping,

or she was stealing.

And he k*lled her for it?

He might, if the situation was reversed.

Perhaps Miss Boyko
was aware of something

Councillor Tallow was up to.

Right. Tomorrow we look
into the bank records

- of everyone involved.
- Mm-hmm.

And how did you get
this much money, Thomas?

Being chief constable
provides considerable sway.

[SIGHS] You went to our neighbours,

like a beggar.

Like a concerned citizen.

And they were willing to help.

There's enough there to buy that lot.

Hm.

What's wrong?

I've been thinking.

Maybe it wouldn't be so awful
to have different neighbours.

- What do you mean?
- Well, some of the most

well-known businessmen that we respect

started off as machine operators.

And didn't you tell me
that Detective Murdoch

started off as a logger?

Fine. The job does not make the man.

But what about our view?

Well, that's true,

but the view doesn't belong to anyone.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Ah! Come in. Change of heart?

Hardly. But I thought
you might be interested

in something I found out
about the Bernard development.

Aha! There will be no
developments on Bernard Avenue.

We have the money to buy the land.

Then you are making a mistake.

- I highly doubt that.
- Uh!

A mistake? What do you mean?

Plain and simple, Mr.
Hawes is a fraudster.

What are you talking about?

Look at this.

It says Redding Construction
is to begin work on the lot

in the next two weeks,
but I know from an old case

that Redding went out
of business years ago.

So what's Hawes playing at?

Mr. Hawes has done this before.

He buys an empty plot of land
in a residential neighbourhood

and threatens to fill
it with undesirables,

and then people like yourselves

buy it to stop it from happening.

Oh...

I'll take that cheque, Thomas,

and I'll need a list of all the
neighbours you got money from.

Land's sakes!

- Lovely to see you.
- A pleasure.

"People like yourselves."

These are the bank records for
the Jubilee Children's Home.

There are a number of
transfers totalling $3,250

made to a trust fund
identified by number only.

Upon cross-referencing,
I found that this fund

is registered under Barry
Tallow's home address.

[SCOFFS] Embezzlement.

And from an orphanage, no less.

- Great work, Watts.
- Ah, ah, there's more.

I looked up the bank
record for this trust fund.

In the past three months,
there were transfers

from the Toronto Temperance Union,

the Dominion Education Fund,
the Benevolent Association,

and 11 other Toronto charities,

all of which went to Mr. Tallow.

And Miss Boyko's accounts?

Oh. I've looked up her bank records.

Unless poverty is a crime,
she did nothing wrong.

Miss Boyko must have
discovered that Mr. Tallow

was siphoning off funds.

She found out, so he k*lled her.

Time to make an arrest.

No need. He's already on his way in.

Never been so humiliated in my life!

Well, I'm aware that a strip
search isn't traditional,

but it seemed a good way
to find any defensive wounds

Miss Boyko may have left.

I didn't touch her.

[MURDOCH]: So you've said.

What goes around comes
back around, Mr. Tallow.

What?

You embezzled from charities,

committed m*rder to cover it up,

then planted drugs on an
innocent woman to cover that up.

For all this, you'll be hanged.

I will not.

[LAUGHING]

I'd like to see you try
to convince me that's so.

I've dealt with men
like you my entire life,

and I am prepared to
hold you in the cells

for as long as it takes.

You can't hold me without charging me.

I certainly can.

I'll deny you're even here.

Tell us the truth.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Fine.

Last week, Miss Boyko came
to see me in my office.

She pointed out the
discrepancy in accounts payable

- for the children's home.
- And then?

I gave her all the money in my wallet

for her to keep this a secret.

Did she take it?

No.

She threw the money back in my face.

A few days later, I
received a letter from her

that said she intended to
come forward with the truth.

And so you k*lled her.

No.

I only wanted to speak
to her in private.

You went into her home
the day that she died.

What happened?

She didn't answer the door,

so I went inside and looked for her.

The front door was unlocked.

I found the body in the cellar.

Did you also find a
bottle of cocaine there?

I did.

I dragged the body upstairs and
I covered her face in the powder.

Because you knew the unveiling
ceremony was the next day,

and reporters would be
tripping over each other

trying to snap photographs.

And what did you do
after you posed the body?

On my way out, I saw the back door open.

I shut and locked the back door

so it looked like no one was ever there.

Making it appear to the entire world

that Miss Boyko took her own life.

You let a k*ller go free.

- I closed a door.
- And hindered a police investigation!

You are under arrest for
obstruction of justice.

And we will be adding all of these
embezzlement charges, as well.

[SIGHS]

No. The councillor
would have walked into

Miss Boyko's immediately
after she was m*rder*d.

His story doesn't
completely exonerate him.

I do wonder why he mentioned

- that the back door was open.
- No.

When I surveyed the flat,
after the body was found,

the back door was locked.

I hate to say this, but what if
Mr. Tallow is telling the truth?

That might mean the real k*ller
fled through the back door.

- We should have another look.
- Mm-hmm.

[PLAYFUL MUSIC]

- Ah, Mr. Hawes.
- Ah.

I'm here to pick up the cheque.

Take a seat. The cheque's there.

This cheque says just
one hundred dollars.

Yes, it does. You'll take
it and you'll thank me.

What's going on?

We know about your little scam.

And we've done our
homework to back it up.

We've tracked your land
purchases over the last 12 months.

You purchased three parcels of land,

but didn't build anything on them,

and then sold them within
months at nearly double the cost.

You're cheating honest residents,

trying to get us to
stump up wads of cash.

Oh, please. I never committed any fraud.

Locals talk business
to me of their own will

and they are always
happy to offer me money.

You lot are the ones at fault.

You're always so delicate about seeing

fresh faces in the neighbourhood.

You shouldn't take
advantage of honest people.

I've a good mind to run you out of town!

I would still be the legal deed holder

even if you did force me out of town.

You'll accept that cheque or
I'll find a way to charge you.

I doubt that.

Try me.

[CHUCKLES]

Very well.

Good day.

So, you've bought yourself
an empty plot of land.

What are you going to do with it?

Maybe I'll donate it to the city.

Turn it into a park.

You should name it after Margaret,

get back into her good graces.

- You're very astute.
- A woman's gift.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Wonder where the k*ller went from here.

Mm. Perhaps we should
speak with that neighbour.

She may have seen something unusual.

Excuse me, ma'am?

Hello!

Oh! Mrs. Robinson. I, I, I didn't
realize you lived just here.

Hello, Detective. What
are you doing here?

We're just following up on
the death in Spruce Court.

Did you happen to see anything unusual

at Miss Boyko's back door
on the day she was k*lled?

Was k*lled?

I thought she died
overindulging in cocaine.

That was not the case.

- Did you see anything unusual?
- No.

Nobody going in or out the back door?

No, I, I don't make it a
habit to spy on my neighbours.

Mrs. Robinson, may I see your hands?

My h... My hands. What for?

If you would, please.

Hm.

What are these wounds
from? Look quite recent.

Oh, it was a stray cat.

I was, I was just trying
to feed the poor thing.

You do have to be careful with strays.

They carry all sorts of disease.

Is that your lavender
scarf, Mrs. Robinson?

Yes.

And did you use it to
strangle Miss Boyko?

We found in your study
this letter from Mysha Boyko

requesting a reference for
her tenancy application.

And you gave one.

And?

You told us you didn't know her at all.

But this letter would suggest
you've known her for years.

Mm. You knew Miss Boyko from
your work as a relief worker.

You even helped her overcome
a drug habit years ago.

Dimitri had nowhere to go. I didn't...

[MURDOCH]: I suspect
Miss Boyko confided in you

that she was letting Olivia Leeming

stay in her spare room in her cellar.

You deduced that Miss Leeming

- must be a drug user.
- ... a drug user!

I'll admit...

I was upset that Mysha
offered to take someone in

who could be a drug addict,

but all I did was tell her
to send her friend away.

But you didn't believe that
she would send her friend away.

So, you went back to see her again.

- You wanted to check for yourself.
- No, no, no, no.

[MURDOCH]: When you got downstairs
in the cellar that day,

you saw evidence that
Miss Boyko had indeed

offered lodgings to Miss Leeming.

You saw cocaine in that room,

and you were furious.

The two of you had a
physical altercation.

She gave you those scratches.

But that didn't stop you.

Anger took a hold of you.

And you strangled her to death.

[GASPING]

Mysha was only alive and healthy
in the first place thanks to me.

I brought her to redemption.

I was so proud of myself.

And I trusted her!

Yet there she was,
about to undo my work.

She had been proof
that I had God's touch.

This isn't about God.

It's about control.

You tended to those in need
and cared for their welfare,

but Mysha chose to do
something you didn't agree with,

so you deemed it
acceptable to take her life.

They're all the same.

Drug addicts and coke fiends.

I thought Mysha was better,
but she was just one of them.

She was going to have drug addicts

crawling in and out of that place.

[SCOFFS]

That can happen elsewhere,
not in my back yard!

If Mrs. Robinson hadn't been so
blinded by fury and prejudice,

Miss Boyko might still be alive.

Mysha had already kicked Olivia out

when Robinson discovered the den.

Good news from the
Crown Attorney's office.

Councillor Tallow will be going to trial

on his embezzlement charges.

And what of his plan to scrap
government investment in housing?

From what I hear, the other
councillors in his little coalition

will be picking up that mantle.

So the only winners are the landlords.

Isn't that usually the way?

I'm off, gentlemen.

I am in need of some hopeful news.

Guess what?

They hired you?

- They did.
- Oh!

And they actually asked me
to design some advertisements.

I'm not surprised. You have a talent.

And how are you doing... otherwise?

I haven't given into the
craving in over a week now.

If you need help, you
know where to find me.

Thank you, Llewellyn.

And I have something for you, too.

Oh.

It's unusual.

I don't know. You are
a man of many facets.

Oh, indeed, but...

I don't think I'm that handsome.

Hm. Call it creative license.

Hm.

'Til next time, Llewellyn.

[SOFT MUSIC]

[THEME MUSIC]