[grunting]
- I am stronger than you, Terrence.
That's what I like about you.
[panting]
[moans]
[panting]
[laughing and panting]
[sighs]
[cracking]
You did this to me.
[screams]
[panting]
I didn't kill you!
[echoing] Who's rotting in my coffin?
[echoing whispers] Who's rotting in my coffin?
[inaudible whispers]
[high pitched screeching]
[gasps and panting]
[gasps]
[Mullman]: Never seen anything like it.
[Kenneth]: She left another note.
How did The Widow get in here?
- We were doing regular circuits of the building,
but Berry begged off sick in the middle of the night.
[Kenneth]: You should've asked for a replacement.
The death of the doctor hangs on all of our heads.
Yours as much as mine!
[Basil]: You tell your superintendent
if he doesn't come to his fucking senses,
I will see him hanged for his im--
[Mullman]: You are free to go, Master Garvey.
- Who was it? Attorney General? Lieutenant Governor?
- Who spoke up for me? - No one.
- Our young boss realized that there's no way
you could've killed Dr. Israel from inside here.
Israel's dead?
- I just came from the body, sir.
Pokes a hole in this Margaret Mehar business
he has you tied to, don't it?
- How do you know about that? Does everyone?
- Oh, he hasn't made a secret of it, sir.
- That little fuck is dragging my name through the mud
while The Widow gets closer and closer.
He's paving her way with his incompetence.
Your boss couldn't catch a cold if it shat in his mouth.
He's that useless.
Can't say I disagree, sir.
[music crescendos]
[shouting and panting]
Oh! Shanika!
- Sorry, I was just getting a few of my things.
Oh, sakes, rouse me next time.
Who knows what I might have done?
Shanika, what's happening?
I'm leaving.
Not you, you can't leave.
We're entwined. We've done so much together.
Too much!
Things have gone too far and...
- And what? - And I'm afraid for my life.
Everyone around us is dying.
Why should I be any different?
- Well, because it's you, Shanika.
Do you think I would allow anything to hurt you?
- You've practically called it down on us.
All your alchemy and your satanic hoodoo.
My hoodoo is necessary!
Do you not see what we are dealing with here?
Used to be pretend.
It used to be a little fun.
Now you've taken things too far.
No, no. It's not me.
It's her.
Who?
Who, Georges?
Margaret Mehar.
She's dead.
Is she?
And what does dead even mean, hm?
The dead walk among us,
leering, luring.
This occult devilry
has muddled your mind!
- I've never seen more clearly in my life!
- You'll regret this, Shanika! You will!
[panting and sobbing]
- Oh, you're free! You had me so worried.
- Well, they couldn't keep a man of my stature in there for long.
Of course not.
But I didn't know what to think, or what would happen if you...
If I what?
Didn't come home to you?
If you were sent back to your contemptible sisters?
- It would be worse than the worst jail.
You are free of them forever.
You're a godsend.
Please, allow me.
[sighs]
Oh! A night in jail. What you must have endured.
You must be desperate for a bath and a meal.
- Let me take that for you, Miss Verdi.
- Yes, please do, Gladys, and then leave us alone.
You...
Your reception would make a week in jail worthwhile.
- Perhaps I could ask Gladys to prepare your breakfast?
A nice plate of eggs and some haddock?
- Why, when I can devour you instead?
- Ah, you forget that I am an innocent woman, Mr. Garvey.
And I count my lucky stars that I have been rescued by a man
who knows that I would only be...
"familiar" with the man I marry.
And in your goodness I feel your vow to protect that.
I pledge it wholeheartedly.
Your divine secrets will be known only to the man
lucky enough to marry you.
[Kenneth]: I figured you must be visiting Pastor Andrew.
- I had Annabelle bring me a change of clothes.
Haven't left his side.
He was guiding me when he was stabbed.
I couldn't possibly abandon him.
Is he going to be okay?
Yes.
But it seems all the men I care about suffer terribly, so...
If you were wise, you'd steer clear of me.
- Ah, but I need that brain of yours.
Help me with the next message from The Widow.
- I don't see how my brain is in any way superior.
You're a natural.
And, besides, I don't move in the social circles
of those being targeted.
Makes me wish I didn't either.
[Regina sighs]
Innocent or guilty, that is the question.
But how do you answer, when they're known for deception?
In your heart of hearts, you know what's true.
You played your part,
I'm coming for you.
These are so frightening.
Yes, they're, uh,
they are rather ominous.
The first part of the riddle
almost sounds like it's directed at you.
You're the one determining the guilty and the innocent.
Yes. Well, that may be true.
However, The Widow had a clear chance to kill me
and yet she didn't.
- I couldn't bear anyone else I care about coming to harm.
Seems I'm safe.
- The last people left in the photo are Georges,
Viviana and Basil?
Yes. And Georges, obviously,
or any magician, is a master of deception and trickery.
He did have an alibi the night Eddie died, however.
An alibi who might've lied.
An alibi who's now dead.
But Terrence Crenshaw wasn't killed by The Widow,
he was killed by one of her victims, Salomé.
We discovered blood and the murder weapon
in his private room in The Queen's Chamber.
Basil Garvey.
It's common knowledge that he has a secret web
of businesses and influence.
- Yes. Unfortunately, he could be the most deceptive.
Georges announces it.
You buy a ticket to be tricked by him, whereas Basil does it--
- Against your will and usually to your detriment.
A conundrum.
Viviana?
Is she deceptive?
- If you know clothes and jewelry,
the way she dresses would bankrupt most.
- Still, not exactly a strong motivation
to murder half of Toronto society.
Is there anyone we missed?
Ah, could The Widow, for example, be...
Someone who was working at the party and not in the photo?
The photographer?
Venetia Botticelli was at the party, surely.
[Kenneth]: Any one of their staff.
- Then you must ask the Botticellis.
- Both of whom, we can agree, are deceptive.
- You're an apt detector of such things.
- I've been questioning that as of late.
I, uh...
I wonder if...
Perhaps you'd accompany me
to The Great Georges Rondeau's last show in the city tonight.
Oh.
- Uh, I will be there to make sure The Widow doesn't strike.
But we could continue our discussion,
whilst observing our suspects.
- I don't know that that would do.
Appearances.
Of course, of course.
Oh, I, um... I only meant--
- No, it wouldn't matter what you meant.
People would see what they want to see.
Alas, while I very much appreciate the invitation,
I, uh...
I should stay here with our dear Andrew.
Of course.
- You are making me the proudest man in town, my dear.
You are making me blush.
- I wish I could make the blood rush to your cheeks regularly.
It suits you so.
- Can't take all these compliments.
[Venetia]: Look who's out for a promenade.
Basil, might I bend your ear
for a brief and ghastly talk about particulars?
Verdi, I won't be a moment.
You will cease this disgusting talk about Verdi immediately.
- It'll stop with your final payment.
- What do you think of my latest ensemble?
- It would look fetching on a younger woman.
Oh, pish posh.
Your jealousy blazes so brightly
I feel I must open my new parasol against it.
I bought the pink so it reminded me
of that tawdry hymen of yours,
the sale of it paid for all of this.
Oh! And look, look, just like your nether regions.
Before...
Dainty little thing. After...
Big enough for a circus. [giggles]
- Still, the world would rather that
than your spinster's spittoon.
In fact, you and Venetia have done me a favour,
as I am jubilant to be on the arm of such a man.
I don't need sparkling jewels to distract
from the lines on my face.
Basil wants me so much he paid for me.
And you, dear sister,
are destined to marry a farmer
or, really, anyone who loves pigs.
- Do please enjoy your marriage to a Bluebeard.
He'll eventually get bored of you,
like the first three women he married.
[laughs]
Oh, didn't know about them, did you?
And, like them, he will kick you to the curb
and when that happens, dear sister,
Venetia and I will swoop in as your caring next of kin
and easily have you declared mentally unfit.
And then we'll have your hymen surgically restored
so we can whore you out again and again and again,
like the trash you are.
[grunting efforts]
[intense grunting]
- I'm going to get your bones,
make my spell.
[Margaret whispering]: You did this to me. Georgie, Georgie.
- And rid myself of you once and for all!
[thudding]
Oh!
[screaming]
[panting]
[grunts]
No!
- The theatre's one of my larger properties,
but by no means the biggest.
I own the docks, reservoirs, courthouse,
St. Lawrence Market and, oh,
much of the land the city's built on.
I'm sure it's nothing compared to Boston.
No, no, uh, my apologies.
It is very impressive.
I'm distracted. My sisters...
Oh, forget them.
If only it were that simple.
But I need not think of them right now.
It is very exciting to see
the Great Georges Rondeau's magic devices.
Nothing is off limits to you.
[chuckles]
- And this is the device he uses to saw a woman in half.
- Yes. The trick that so frightened you.
He makes great a show of how he locks a woman in here
so she can't escape, but what the audience doesn't know...
This keyhole opens a lower chamber
where she can hide her body.
- Are you allowed to tell me all these secrets?
- My dear, when you're with me, the world will open to you.
I made Georges show me how it worked years ago.
Figured it might prove useful if I ever needed to ship something
without everybody knowing my business.
There he is.
[Verdi]: The Great Georges Rondeau.
- You're filthy, man. What, have you been cleaning chimneys?
I was at the cemetery
paying my respects to an old friend of ours.
- Why don't you investigate the props further
and, uh, I'll discuss show details with Georges?
[Verdi]: Thank you.
Margaret, her body, it's gone.
The-the coffin, it was-
You dug up her grave? Why?
You know what I do.
My proclivities and inclinations.
I had to see if she was there.
Who would steal her?
She probably dug herself up.
Now she's running around, her or her fucking ghost.
- Oh, you don't believe that rot.
- All because of my damned obsession with the dark arts
that horrid night.
- What have you been doing, Georges?
You playing fast and loose with life and death again?
[Georges]: I am not like that anymore.
You seized on this weakness in me 12 years ago
and I've not done it since.
But she's still going to make me pay!
- Grave robbers. Sick fucking trophy hunters.
The Widow herself probably dug up the grave
just to see you running around like a scared child.
[sighs]
You have a show, so just focus yourself on that.
Perform? I couldn't possibly.
- It's sold out and I'm not giving that money back,
so get your shit together.
- It's impossible. Shanika fled.
I am bereft of an assistant.
- Jesus Christ! Where is she? Can we get her back?
I can't.
- Could my sister, Venetia, take her place?
- No, no, no. She couldn't possibly.
- I'll be damned if I put you sister on my stage.
- But, Basil, I can't keep up this battle with them
when I live only a street away.
- Well, that's a long-sighted view.
- She would be thrilled and she's seen all his shows.
She saw you in Montreal and New York.
She regaled me with so many details.
Really?
[Verdi]: She's obsessed, with you and with your act.
I think we might be able to save your show
and mend a family rift in one fell swoop,
if you'd say yes.
[sighs]
[Venetia]: The Great Georges Rondeau has asked moi
to be his special assistant for the big show tonight.
Maybe I might even be part of his tour
because I am positively cuckoo
for that tall, handsome drink of a man.
Work for a living?
I wouldn't be caught dead, but it might suit you.
- Oh, really? To be onstage, centre of attention,
eyes of the entire city on me.
- Clearly, Georges is the centre of attention,
not his little bootlicker, or whatever you'll be. Ah!
- How could you say that? - What on earth do you mean?
- I get so very little these days,
sacrificing everything to make sure that you're happy.
- I didn't realize I was such a chore.
- No, no, no. We are not turning this into a little pity party for you.
Why can't you be happy for me, just for once?
Fine. I'm happy. Well done.
Hip hip hooray.
Shall I dance a celebratory jig?
[humming] [groans]
- [screams] - I had to be your slave half my life
because you are as selfish as a child!
- Because I'm the child you'll never have!
It gives you purpose in life
to smother me and stop me from living my life.
[shouting] [gasps]
- You don't care about anyone but yourself
and everyone knows it.
That's why I am the only friend that you have
and even then I'm ready to cross you off.
- Then cross me off! I don't need you!
- Gladly! It is time for me to have some joy.
- How are you capable of being happy when I just lost the man
I've spent years courting because you,
you sold him his rubbishy doxy like some rapacious Madam.
[grunts] [gasps]
[both screaming]
It would be kinder to kill me, put me out of my misery.
- Maybe I should. - Maybe I should!
[clears throat]
- We are gathered tonight for a show,
but these are not the times for entertainments.
I don't want to be Nero fiddling as Rome burns.
So, tonight, what we must do is a deadly ritual.
But I tell you that these dark arts exact a cost,
a cost we are seeing today
in the form of a black spectre known as The Widow.
A widow stalking our city,
killing and desecrating our friends and neighbours
and now we must cleanse our city
of the violence that plagues us
and of the evil Widow who holds us shaking in her grasp!
[all gasp and murmur]
She must be banished
and sent back to the depths from which she came.
You need not fear. I hold safeguard of our souls.
I commune with they that may-not-be-named
and within the raiment of this widow
resides my newest acolyte.
[crowd gasps and applauds]
Venetia Botticelli.
[audience applauds]
[contented sighs]
[scoffs]
Together, she and I,
and you, dear believers,
we will bring The Widow forth
and rid us of her for the good of all!
[applause and cheering]
We need protection
and sanctuary.
Safety and hospice for our brave Venetia.
We're going to saw our metaphorical Widow in half
and once I bring Venetia back to life,
the real Widow will be dead
and banished back to hell!
[fast, intense music]
[shouts]
Into the deep she must go!
Hold fast, brave disciples.
Not an unfocused thought can mar the vigil
on which we are about to embark.
Oh, how it hurts!
Serious, my dear.
For our lives hang in the balance!
[grunting effort]
[pained groans]
Yes, my dear! Let it in!
Stop! That hurts!
[thudding and grunting]
[pained grunts]
[grunting efforts]
[impact grunts]
[screams]
- You can lean into me if you'd rather not watch.
- I don't want to miss a moment of it.
[Venetia screams]
Almost there!
Stop!
[screams]
[Georges panting]
- I know you're righting a wrong
by the worst people in this city.
Vengeance isn't justice.
[panting]
[panting and sighing]
[panting]
She's gone, my friends!
The Widow is dead!
Her spell on us is over
and she has been vanquished back to hell!
[crowd screaming]
[sobbing] How could you do this to her?
[Georges stammers]
- It shouldn't have happened. - How the hell could it have?
- I've done it hundreds of times.
I just heard.
What happened?
She didn't slide her body
into the secret chamber like we rehearsed.
- You shouldn't have done this trick, you monster!
- She wanted to do it, this one most of all.
- Obviously she wasn't ready! - We rehearsed it five...
What? [Kenneth]: What? What is it?
[Georges]: The trap door, it's locked.
She couldn't get out?
- No, I left it unlocked because I couldn't find my key.
[Viviana]: Isn't that convenient?
You invite my sister to be your assistant and then you kill her.
- I didn't do this! Someone else locked it.
- Who has the key? - Only Shanika and myself.
- Then it must be her, that jealous bitch.
- Oh, no! She quit the show of her own volition.
The key is something I never misplace.
What?
That's it, my key.
- Never seen it before in my life!
Viviana Botticelli,
you're under arrest for the murder of your sister.
- What? That is nonsense! I would never!
[screams]
[screaming and panting]
[panting]
[dramatic music]
Ahh!
[gasping and groaning]
Please. I can't...
- In the name of all that is unholy, I offer this sacrifice,
this martyr to transcend herself,
to transfigure and open a crack,
so I might see through to that which doesn't exist.
[gagging]
[Georges panting]
[gasping]
[heavy breathing]
[gagging]
Please.
[choking and screaming]
[gagging]
I deserve this.
- I did not kill Venetia!
We have multiple witnesses
to your physical altercation with your sister.
- It was an argument! I wouldn't kill her!
- I'm not just arresting you for her death,
but for every one of The Widow murders.
- That is insanity! - Is it?
You are one of the few people left from that infamous photo.
You're known to whip your servants.
I've heard you've bragged of it.
- You have to beat servants now and then.
I wouldn't do that to anyone in our circle,
certainly not murder.
- You left the theatre just before The Widow appeared.
- You don't understand. My sister was goading me.
Oh, the sister who's now dead!
The one person who probably knew what you were doing.
Was she going to reveal your secret?
That doesn't mean I did it!
- Mmhmm. You can save it for the judge.
How is Pastor Andrew?
- He woke briefly and was in a lot of pain.
The doctor says that everything's healing well
and he doesn't believe there are any internal injuries.
Good news.
- Dr. Israel, God rest her soul, did an excellent job.
I have some news for you.
We caught The Widow.
- You did?! - Yes.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this.
It's someone you consider a friend, Viviana Botticelli.
- No, that doesn't, that doesn't make any sense.
Viviana capable of that disturbing cruelty?
That-that's impossible.
- She orchestrated her sister's death
at Georges Rondeau's magic show, tonight.
In front of everyone?
- She rigged the sawing mechanism...
Ah, no. I can't hear anymore.
I've already heard tales about what befell poor Dr. Israel.
I can't even imagine.
Has she confessed why she's doing this?
The-the importance of that photo?
What this is all about?
No, not yet.
How could I be so blind?
She came to our house, she came over often.
Alistair loved her visits.
They were our friends.
- I've learned that the devils, as Andrew would call them,
they're disguised.
I hope I never understand.
The nightmares you must have.
None.
Speaking of,
are you planning on sleeping here tonight?
I could bring you some blankets.
Perhaps you trust that
the doctors have everything under control.
- You think I'm silly staying here.
- I think you're a very kind and caring friend.
After everything I've seen of late,
well, I-I couldn't find that more appealing.
- Well, Andrew's probably sick of me.
And, I suppose, with the news of this arrest,
I think I would like to go home and try sleeping in my own bed.
Perhaps if you'd escort me?
Of course.
- It's nice to know we can walk the streets
with a sense of safety again.
[Kenneth]: Around here, yes.
- Well, the other side of town, no.
That's only for daytime and always accompanied.
- True. I like The Devil's Elbow. Not many people do.
You and Andrew.
- It's life out in the open, at its most honest.
I suppose you're right.
- Sometimes it can seem a bit pointed,
but you always know where you stand.
- That is refreshing. - Hm.
- You don't get much of that around here, do you?
Doesn't seem so.
Andrew's very lucky to have you caring for him.
You have to, don't you?
Can't expect these men to minister
to your community's every spiritual need
and then not reciprocate.
- I-I hope you won't think that I'm disrespecting
the memory of your husband...
I'm not timid.
Well, you're young.
Do you think you could, one day,
many years from now perhaps marry again?
Ooh.
You've caught me unawares.
- Um, I'm sorry. Uh-- - No, no.
Think this is one of the reasons why I like you so much.
Your curiosity knows no limits.
Perhaps that's what makes you such a good detective.
I know that Alistair would want that for me, one day.
And I promise you, Andrew and I are but good friends.
Hm.
[Regina]: Well, I suppose I won't be seeing you
as much anymore.
That makes me sad.
- I'll be sure to check in on you if...
If that's something you would like.
I would. Very much.
And I hope this won't be the last of your probing questions.
I shall have to steal something
so you find need to investigate me.
- Oh! I'm not sure I'd be able to trust my instincts.
Oh! You're so clever.
Such a perceptive judge of character.
Not around you.
- Well, I expected to sleep at the surgery,
so gave the servants the night off.
- I-I could go in.
Look around, make sure you're safe.
If that's something that would ease your mind.
I would be ever so glad.
Okay.
[horse neighs]
- Why this silence all of a sudden?
- I don't think you quite understand
how perceptive I am.
You don't achieve my level of power
without having an excellent eye for people
and what they're capable of.
- I'm sure I don't know what you mean.
I know what you did.
To both of your sisters.
I...
- You rigged the box so Venetia...
And then planted the key on Viviana,
so she'd hang for it.
I did.
I planned it while I was still in the throes of my passion
after everything they'd done.
It was a fancy.
A nightmare.
But to actually see it done.
My sister,
ripped in two!
I'm a beast! Turn us around!
I should go to the police and confess my crimes.
[shushing]
We're not doing that.
Your sisters were terrible, vicious women who hated you.
- But no one deserves what I-- - They sold you.
They put, I'm sorry to have to say this out loud,
they put your maidenhead on the common market.
You had to do this.
It was the only way you wouldn't be plagued by them
your entire life.
But that?
Something so horrible? Something so violent!
Stop it!
I love and admire you for what you've done.
It was brilliant.
And resourceful and so flawlessly executed.
I am in awe of you.
You should be proud of yourself
for standing up to them the way you did.
You're a fighter.
Only fighters survive in this world.
[screams]
You can't do this to me!
Get your clothes off.
- What? - Take everything off
and put it in the bucket there.
Absolutely not.
- What do you think you're doing?!
No! Help me!
No!
[sobbing]
- Get in the corner. - No. [sobbing]
Help me!
[screams]
No!
No! Help me!
No!
[Prison Matron]: Time to get rid of that lice.
I don't have lice.
No!
[sobbing] No!
Please. Please! Please. Ah!
[heavy breathing]
- I'm sorry. I-I'm in a state.
You must think me so forward.
I'm grateful for it.
But I would never...
[heavy breathing]
[breathing heavily]
- You don't need to be so careful with me.
[heavy breathing]
[panting]
[distant thunder]
[suspenseful music]
[impact grunts]
[distant thunder]
[suspenseful music]