In the interrogation room.

Murdoch: Thank you for coming down, Miss Rochestor.

Sylvia: What is this about?

Murdoch: (smiles) I think you know very well.

Sylvia: (shocked) Surely you don't think I killed my own father?

Murdoch: You are very good at that, it's very convincing but it won't work on me. I know you did it.

Sylvia: (eyes narrowed) And what proof do you have?

Murdoch: Miss Rochestor, have you ever been to the Grey Goose?

Sylvia: Yes, I go there all the time. What relevance is that to anything?

Murdoch: Were you there on Saturday at around noon?

Sylvia: No, I wasn't.

Murdoch: That's odd. I have an eye witness that says otherwise.

Sylvia: Who is this liar?

Murdoch: His name is John Marston. He's a bounty hunter. But I'm sure you already knew that.

Sylvia: (silence)

Murdoch: Mr. Marston had entered the establishment in order to enquire about a fugitive named Mycroft Grimesby. You know him as Donald Kimble.

Sylvia: (silence)

Murdoch: When you learned of this, you decided to capitalize on the situation. You intended to frame Mycroft for your father's murder. What I can't determine is why you wanted him dead. Mr. Milton says he was occasionally a terror to you but that he never laid a hand on you.

Sylvia: (laughs bitterly) Mr. Milton is a buffoon.

Murdoch: Are you saying that your father did hit you?

Sylvia: No, I'm not saying that.

Murdoch: Then what did he do to you?

Sylvia: (quietly, eyes averted) The bastard started molesting me after mother died. We share a striking resemblance you see and he was lonely, or so he kept telling me. Eventually he took to heroin use and stopped visiting me in the night. That is until about a week ago. Apparently his sick habit came back again. I managed to fend the bastard off this time but I decided I wasn't going to let him get away with what he'd done to me as a child. As ironic as it sounds, Mycroft was a blessing from heaven. After I learned who he really was, I decided to kill two birds with one stone, get both bastards away from us. I didn't count on you though. You looked into matters much more thoroughly than I was expecting.

Murdoch: (disturbed) I'm very sorry to hear what happened to you but why not just report him? Why resort to murder?

Sylvia: (laughs bitterly again) We are Rochestor's, detective. We aren't allowed to have scandals. In any case, who would have believed me? I had no proof.

Murdoch: I would have.

Sylvia: (looks into his eyes closely) Yes, I suppose you would have. Oh well, what's done is done. I won't say I'm sorry. I'll never say it.

At the Murdoch residence.

Julia: How horrifying!

Murdoch: Yes, this was an unpleasant end. Her sister was understandably very distraught by this revelation.

Julia: (intensely) If I were Sylvia, I would have done the same thing.

Murdoch: Surely you don't mean that Julia? There are so many different ways she could have dealt with this. She chose an unnecessary evil.

Julia: You're right of course. I'm just very sensitive to this topic. I loathe when adults take advantage of children. When it's their own parent...I just-

Murdoch: I quite understand.

There is a knock at the door.

Murdoch: (smiles) Good evening Ruby.

Ruby: (smiles) The same to you, William. How are you coping with being back at work?

Murdoch: I'm managing well enough.

Ruby: That's good to hear.

Murdoch: Would you like to speak with Julia?

Ruby: Yes but I'm also here to see you, so don't disappear just yet.

Murdoch: (raises eyebrows) Please come in where it's warm. (Ruby enters)

Julia: (smiles) Ruby, how good to see you!

Ruby: (smiles) And you as well, Jules.

They hug affectionately.

Murdoch: What do you wish to speak with us about?

Ruby: Since you've been away on your honeymoon, I've taken a job at the Gazette.

Julia: How are you liking it?

Ruby: It's not the worst job I've ever had but I find myself quickly becoming bored with a lot of the mundane stories I have to write about. (smiles) That's why I'm so glad that you two will be able to help me out of my tedious existence.

Julia: (confused) What do you mean Ruby?

Ruby: If you'll consent to it, I'd very much like to get an up close and personal look at the life and times of a certain homicide detective and his pathologist wife. (Murdoch and Julia share a look) What do you say?

Julia: Oh, Ruby, I'm not so sure.

Murdoch: I would think people wouldn't find that very interesting.

Ruby: Don't sell yourself short, William. You lead a very interesting life in comparison to most. I think people would enjoy reading about your exploits on a weekly basis.

Julia: (suspicious) Wait a minute Ruby, are you saying you've already gotten a column approved for this?

Ruby: Would I have bothered asking you if I hadn't?

Julia: (angry) So now we really have little choice in the matter, is that it?

Ruby: (smirks) You wouldn't want me to be proven a liar and lose my job, now would you, Jules?

Julia: Ruby-

Murdoch: I'll do it.

Julia: (flabbergasted) What?

Ruby: Wonderful!

Murdoch: As long as you agree to only write what I say and nothing else. And if you deviate from this, I will refuse to grant you anymore interviews.

Ruby: Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. What about you Jules?

Julia: (exasperated) Oh all right.

Ruby: Great! So should we get started? (They both open their mouths to say something but she whips out a notepad and pencil and continues speaking) Tell me about this case you worked on, William. How did you come to the conclusion that you did?

Murdoch: That's a long story.

Ruby: (happily) I was hoping as much.