All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S17E23 Smoke Gets in Your Eyes.e

- Everyone, stop!

No one leaves.

Sir, are you all right?

Call the police!

- There are no outward
signs of distress.

- Could a punch have killed him?

- That is possible.

- I see some redness
and swelling on the neck.

A strong punch could have
injured the brainstem,

resulting in some sort
of cerebral incident.

- Hmm. Did you see how
the fight got started?

They were dancing
and then they were fighting.

- I saw.

He hit the dead fella
hard on the head.

It snowballed from there.

- You saw who hit this man?

- He ran out the back door.

- Did you get
a good look at him?

- I did. About 40.

He had been hit a few times.

- Were you involved in
the altercation yourself?

- No. No, no, no, no.

I was just here to write
a review on this establishment

for a new newspaper devoted
to entertainment.

A newspaper
about entertainment?

Best of luck
with that now.

- Let me buy you a drink.

- Oh, yes, please.

- What have you there, sir?

- It's a letter addressed
to a Mr. McCormick,

17 Fir Street.

"Thank you for speaking with me

and for all of the help
you've given me.

I shall never forget it.

Yours truly, Danielle."

Uh, George, please go
to this address

and find out what you can
about this Mr. McCormick.

- Sir.

- You two, with me.

Well, he can't have gone far.

Take a look down there, Tucker.

Sir! Over here!

Look at this badge, sir.
This man's a police officer.

- Good Lord!

Right.

Get him down to
the station house

so he can dry out.

Tucker!

Detective Richard Tauber.

A witness saw someone

who looks like you
involved in an altercation

with a man at
the Starbright Club.

- More than looks like me.

I'm not proud of it,
but I'm not on duty.

- Did you know the victim?

McCormick?

- Victim?

What do you mean exactly?

- He's dead.

- Oh, Lord.

He was just
a stranger at the bar.

- And what happened?

- He was drunk.

He took a swing at me.

I swung back.

- Hard enough to kill him?

- That was not
my intention, I swear.

- I assume you know
how this works.

You give me your
official statement...

- I want to speak
to the chief constable.

- I beg your pardon?

- I won't say any more.

Chief Constable Stewart is
the only one I'll talk to.

- Did you really have to drag

Chief Constable Stewart
into this, Murdoch?

- This Detective Tauber refused
to cooperate any further.

- Well, there must be
something going on

that we don't know about, then.

Sir, I apologize for bringing
you in here at night.

- Oh, no. Not at all.

- Sir, what did Detective Tauber
wish to speak with you about?

- Ah, he asked for leniency.

It was just a drunken
accident with a bar patron.

- Hmm. Were you
familiar with him?

- Well, when he's sobered up,
you do your due diligence

in taking his statement

and completing
the investigation,

uh, into this incident.

Oh!

And the riff-raff might
give him a hard time,

him being a policeman.

- We'll put him in
a solitary cell, sir.

- Good. Well, aye.
I say good night now.

Oh, Tom, do not forget

tomorrow's luncheon.

I mean, you've already
met Melvin Banks,

but the rest of the board,

they hold great sway,

including Chadwick Vaughan.

And I want them all to meet

the top contender for my job.

- Thank you, sir.
I'll see you then.

Did you hear that, Murdoch?

Top contender.

The kid from Yorkshire might
have a chance at the big chair.

Here. I think she's almost done.

Thank you, Claudette.

- I'm off.

I will see you at lunch.

- Oh! William, I forgot.

I can't meet you for lunch.

- No?
- No.

I'm attending
city council luncheon.

It's being held at the private
residence of a controller.

- I believe Inspector
Brackenreid

is attending that as well.

I didn't realize you'd
received an invitation.

- Yes. Well, I just managed
to secure one last minute.

- Hm.

- I had to ask some of my old
colleagues from the university,

but I got on the guest list.

- I imagine you will be
soliciting donations.

- Yes.

I'm hoping to purchase
an electrocardiograph machine

for the hospital.

- Incredible.

Well, with your
powers of persuasion,

I have no doubt
you will succeed.

Mwah.

Mmm.

Have a good day, everyone.

Only 18 dollars this month?

Are you sure there hasn't
been some sort of mistake?

Oh, for the love of Pete.

- George.
- Sir.

- Any findings at McCormick's
place last night?

- Ah, yes, sir.

I found an address book

and inside,

I found the name Richard Tauber.

- The man residing in
our cells at the moment?

- Sir. And by the yellowing of
the pages,

I assume they have known
each other some time.

- He told me McCormick was
just a stranger in a bar.

- Did he?

- Detective Tauber.

Right.

Detective Richard Tauber!

- Still three sheets,
for Pete's sake.

Oi! Tauber!

Wake up.

- Ah!
- Oh, good Lord.

Sir, he's cut his wrists.

Looks as though the killer

has killed himself.

- A suicide in our cells!

This is a disgrace for
the whole station house!

What happened, Higgins?

- I don't know, sir.

I patted him down myself
when we brought him in.

- Not much of a job!

He brought in a bloody razor!

And now he's dead in our cells.

Hardly the news I want to bring
to a luncheon

with the chief constable.

Get to the bottom
of this, Murdoch.

- Who was on watch last night?

- Uh, Harris and McNabb
were on the schedule.

- I'd like to have a word
with both of them.

- Yes, sir.
- And you two,

go to Tauber's home

and see if you can find anything
that would shed some light

on his relationship
with McCormick.

- Sir.

- Sir, um, I was here

for my entire scheduled shift.

I swear.

And you checked the cells?

- Yes, I did.

Were you engaged
in any activity that

may have diverted
your attention?

- We... we did play rummy
to pass the time.

- Oh? Care to elaborate?

- McNabb was on rounds.

I was manning the telephones.

Tucker happened to be here, too,

so we played a couple of games.

- Happened to be here, too?

- Thought I had a shift
last night, so I showed up.

Turns out
I read the schedule wrong.

- Constable Harris stated

that you did not then go home.

You played card games.

- Bit of trouble at home, sir.

Thought I'd have
more luck with cards.

Did you observe anything else

out of the ordinary?

- No.

- And the lockbox was secure?

- The lockbox?

- The lockbox

that we keep
the cell keys inside of.

You do put the cell keys

inside the lockbox
between rounds, correct?

- Yes, of course.

Except when we leave
the key on the hook

near the cells, like we used to.

Do you mean to tell me

that constables at
Station House Number Four

have been cutting
corners every shift?

Petechiae.

- The pinpoint hemorrhages
on the lungs

lead me to believe
this man died of asphyxiation,

not a loss of blood.

I also found these.

Deep scratches around the neck.

- As though he were attempting

to fight off something

that was holding him
about the neck.

Any blood under his fingernails?

- That's what I wanted
to mention next.

Right. This man did
not kill himself.

He was strangled

and then his wrists were cut

after the fact
to stage a suicide.

- How? He was in a cell.

- That's what
I intend to find out.

I'll need to comb through
his personal effects

for fingermarks.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- I'm sure he'll be along
in a minute.

- Did you see the results from
the Argonauts game last night?

- Ah, yeah. I did.

- Stewart, you should have
that referee arrested.

It was a travesty.

- Ah, Thomas.
Just the man I'm looking for.

Come on. Come on.

I want you to meet some
of the controllers.

Gentlemen, this
is Inspector Thomas Brackenreid,

Station House Four.

This is Mason Jeffries.

And our host, Chadwick Vaughan.

- Welcome, Inspector.

- Thank you very much
for having me.

You have a splendid home.

- I see Chief Constable Stewart

has endorsed you as
his successor, Inspector.

- Francis runs
a well-oiled machine.

If you're good enough for him,
you're good enough for me.

Can the board count on having
continued cooperation

from the police if...

When you fill the role?

- Mr. Vaughan, you have
my utmost assurance.

- Good.

It's heartening to see the
police doing such noble work.

- Inspector Brackenreid.
- Oh, Dr. Ogden.

Murdoch told me you'd be here.

- Drink?
- Oh, yes, please.

Ah, gentlemen,
this is Dr. Julia Ogden

of the new
Women's College Hospital.

She's also the wife of my best
detective, William Murdoch.

- A women's hospital.
How interesting.

- Yes. We've had great success
so far,

thanks to our generous donors.

We've treated over
a hundred patients already,

many of them wives and mothers.

- Well, I may have to make
a donation myself, Dr. Ogden.

A man was strangled

in our cells last night.

This is a grave matter

that severely compromises

our integrity
as police officers.

What's more,

an unknown fingermark

was found on the top button

of the victim's shirt,

which leads me
to suspect one thing:

someone who did not belong here

was let into our cells.

Also, no one checked in

on Richard Tauber all night

until he was found dead
in the morning?

Someone let a murderer into
Station House Number Four.

Thus, I will be implementing
a new policy.

From this day forward,
I am doubling

the number of constables
on overnight shifts.

And I know what you're
probably asking yourselves,

so let me tell you.

No, you will not be
getting any days off.

And, no, you will not be
receiving overtime pay.

At this point
in the investigation,

covering for one another
is no longer an option.

If you choose to do so,

you will be considered
an accessory to murder.

George, Henry, my office.

- Well, that's good news!

If he was murdered,
then it can't be my fault.

- So, what have we learned?

- Ah, sir, apparently
both McCormick

and Tauber worked at
Station House Three years ago.

They were partners, in fact.

- So they had known each other

a long time.

Right.

You two go to Station House
Three and find out all you can.

- And you, sir?

- I have a luncheon to attend.

Chief Constable Stewart.

- Detective, I didn't think
I'd see you here.

Well, if you're
looking for your wife,

I think she left some time ago.

- I was hoping
to speak with you.

- Ah, yeah.

Well, Tom mentioned that the man
you locked up last night,

he ended his own life.

Uh, a guilty conscience,

it's bound to reveal itself.

- Actually, sir,

the coroner has determined

that Detective Tauber
was strangled.

It was a staged suicide.

- That's terrible news.

- Sir, when you spoke with him,

did he mention
any enemies, or...?

- Not at all.

- We've also learned

that the victim was a former
police constable himself,

a Dean McCormick.

He and Tauber

were partners decades ago.

- Good Lord.

- Did you know McCormick?

- Is that why you're here?

You think I'm withholding
information from you?

- Well, I-I wasn't--

- If I'd had anything
to add, I would have...

I would have passed it along,
like any police officer.

- Yes, sir.

I apologize
for Detective Murdoch.

He's a very thorough
investigator,

sometimes too thorough.

Sir, I didn't think
you'd be back before us.

How was the luncheon?

- I didn't eat.

Were you able
to find out anything?

- Not much, sir,
just that McCormick

partnered with Tauber for some
time and then quit the force.

- Did the Inspector know
anything about McCormick?

- Well, just that
he left the force

shortly after Tauber and he
worked a burglary case.

- Oh. Well, we need details
on that case, then.

Did you get the file?
- We did, sir.

He said he would look into it,
but it will take a while.

- Did you find out anything
about this case?

- Well, he said it had
to do with a burglary

of a jewelry store,

some place on Queen Street.

He couldn't remember
the name exactly

but said it'd been
around forever.

You two. Out!

That luncheon was my chance

to impress some
very important people.

- Sir, Chief Constable Stewart

was the last person to speak
with Richard Tauber.

- And he was very forthright
with you, so leave him alone!

- I find it puzzling

that Chief Constable Stewart
would drop everything

and come down
to our station house

to speak to a man
he purports not to know.

And then, hours later,
that man is found dead.

- What's that?

- We found a fingermark on
one of Tauber's buttons.

I've compared it
to your fingermarks,

George's, Henry's

and everyone else he may have
come in contact with.

And now I've compared it
to Chief Constable Stewart.

- You seriously suspect
Chief Constable Stewart

of being a murderer?

- It's standard procedure, sir.

And don't worry,
it's not a match.

- You need to look for someone

who had a real motive
to kill Tauber. Eh?!

Clear off, Higgins!

- Sir,

I think I just might know

the jewelry store
we're looking for.

- How would you
know that, Henry?

- Well, I called Ruth, sir.

She knows every
jewelry store in town.

- We understand your shop

was robbed about 20 years ago.

- That is correct, sir,

almost to the day.

- Mm. And what were
the circumstances of that?

- The thief entered

from the roof
through the skylight.

I was examining
some gemstones that night

and I'd fallen asleep
in the back room.

I saw him take
a handful of necklaces

and run out this door.

- You're lucky you weren't hurt.

- Yes. I thank God for that.

But it is sad that the thief

killed the young
women next door.

- I'm sorry?

I thought it was
just a simple robbery.

- Oh, uh,

when the thief broke in,

he took the skylight
off the hinges

and rested it on the chimney

that connects to
the apartment next door.

That clogged
the chimney overnight.

- So they died from
inhaling smoke?

- Did they at least
catch the culprit?

- Well, they arrested someone,
but it wasn't the man I saw.

- Are you certain?

- I saw the picture
of the man they arrested

and it definitely
wasn't the burglar.

- So an innocent man
went to jail?

- No, he never made it that far.

I heard they killed him.

- Ah...

Would you be willing to
come down to the station house

to give a detailed description
of the man you saw?

- Oh, it was a long time ago.

- Hm. We could try.

- Let me just tell my wife.

- Sir, it sounds like
Tauber and McCormick

arrested the wrong man.

- Not to mention killed him.

- What a horrific mistake.

- Unless it wasn't a mistake.

- But, sir, why would
they want to kill him?

- That appears
to be the question.

- No, no, no, a thinner face,
like a weasel.

- It's odd.

Mr. Wetzman's statement
isn't included here.

- Well, I certainly gave one,
signed it and everything.

- Oh, I believe you.

In fact, this whole
file's a bit thin.

- That's worrisome.

- I think Mr. Wetzman is right.
They went after the wrong man.

The suspect they arrested
was a Wayne Baker,

45 years of age,
weighed nearly 300 pounds.

- The man I saw was young
and nimble

like a fox.

Ah, yes, yes, like that.

Like that.

- Right.

Well, thank you, Mr. Wetzman.

- Sir, according to this,
Baker was a known criminal,

but a petty thief.

- Yes. And apparently targeted
unguarded warehouses.

- Exactly. This jewelry break-in

doesn't sound like him at all.

- Hm. And he was killed
resisting arrest,

so no one ever looked
into it any further.

- Glad to hear you're
not still going on about

a certain chief constable.

- No, sir, but we do--

- Stewart's a good man.

Paid his dues for years
as inspector

at Station House Three.

And now finally there's
someone higher up in charge

willing to pull me
up the ladder!

- Uh, just a moment, sir.

- Did you say
Station House Three?

- I did.

- Sir, was Chief Constable
Stewart the inspector

at Station House Three
20 years ago?

- He was. What about it?

- Well, sir, he claims not
to know Detective Tauber.

- Twenty years ago,
Tauber and McCormick

were constables at
Station House Three.

- He would have been
their direct supervisor.

- That was 20 years ago.
Maybe he forgot.

- Perhaps that's true,
but he just spoke with him

in our interview room.

Surely he remembers him now.
Why lie about that?

- Sir, we're looking into
an old case of theirs.

They killed a man, a suspect
by the name of Wayne Baker

who, we believe now,
was innocent.

Sir, we may be
looking at a cover-up here.

And if that's the case,

Chief Constable Stewart
might be involved.

- Well, it sounds to me
like it could be revenge.

McCormick had no family,

so Tauber's killer
may be someone

who's connected to
this Wayne Baker,

if he is innocent, as you say.

- But sir.
- Enough about the chief!

That's a dead end.

I'll see you both
tomorrow morning.

- Sir, to say--
- No!

I want this investigation

focused on anyone who might
want to avenge this Baker.

- Anyone?

- An officer was
murdered on our watch.

It's not time to be
messing around.

- Detective Murdoch.

Uh, sir. I finally
tracked down an obituary

for Wayne Baker.

He was survived by
a daughter, Danielle.

- Danielle?

Isn't that the name
on the letter

we found on Mr. McCormick?

- It is.

Very good, George.

Are you still
at the station house?

- I am.

Right.

Head on home and we'll
follow up in the morning.

- Well, actually, sir, there are
fewer Bakers in the directory

than you might think.

- Oh?

I already have a
street address for Miss Baker,

46 Agnes.

- Uh, I'll meet you there.

- Good Lord!

- Are you sure
this is the address?

- Sir, I'm sure.

- Is there anyone in there?

- I don't know.

- Miss, are you all right?

Are you Danielle Baker?

Wait, Miss! Stop!

Miss! Please! Out of my way!

Damn it.

Sir.

- There's no one in there.
- I think I saw Danielle Baker.

- Where is she?

- Ooh. Let's just say she's
remarkably fleet of foot.

- We found this
stuffed into her chimney.

The smoke backed up,
filled the whole room.

This is oddly similar
to the tragedy

next door to Wetzman's
jewelry store 20 years ago.

- A signal perhaps, sir?

This attack was to avenge
those killings?

- Uh, it's possible.

Or...

Perhaps all those years ago
wasn't an accident after all.

- So you think the whole
jewelry-store theft

was an elaborate cover up

of deliberate killings?

- We have to at least
consider it, George.

What if the perpetrator

wanted the constabulary focused

on the jewelry store robbery

and didn't want anyone
looking too closely

at the identity of
the two victims next door?

- But if that's the case,
why go after the daughter?

Why go after the daughter

of the man
you blamed for the theft?

- Because she knows the truth
behind what actually happened.

And she knows two coppers
killed her father.

I took the liberty of touring

the Women's College
Hospital, Dr. Ogden.

I must say I'm impressed.

- Thank you.
You caused quite a stir.

- So impressed, in fact,

I'm arranging for my accountant
to write you a cheque

before the week is out.

- That's very kind
of you, Mr. Vaughan.

- It isn't kindness, Doctor.

I adore my dear wife
and I like to lead the way

when it comes to
supporting women's health.

- I admire
your forward thinking.

- And I'd love to have you and
your police detective husband

over to dinner sometime.

Such a learned couple must have
very lively conversations.

And I have an excellent
cellar full of fine wines.

- Oh, that sounds lovely.

Although the detective
doesn't drink.

- Oh, I see.

- But I do.

- Marvellous!

- Cheers.

- Miss Hart.
Thank you for coming in.

- What can I do
for you, Detective?

I'm looking for information
on two young ladies

who died on December 2nd, 1891.

- I'll see what
I can track down.

Have you had any luck finding
out who killed Detective Tauber?

- No.

Yes, what is it?

- I was hoping
I might have a word.

- Hopefully, you find
out soon, Detective,

before I meet any more of your
prisoners at the morgue.

- Thank you, Miss Hart.

Come in, Constable.

- I'm sorry for not coming
forward earlier,

but it's about
the night that Tauber died.

- Go on.

- When I arrived
at the station house,

Constable McNabb was
outside having a cigarette.

- You said he was
doing his rounds.

- I didn't want
to get him in trouble.

But he had the door propped
open while he was smoking.

I noticed it ajar on my way
to the lavatory later.

- Why didn't you close it?

- I did.

But it had already been open
for quite a while at that point.

- I see.

- Constable McNabb has
a new baby at home,

he's under a lot of strain.

Hope that you'll consider
being lenient, sir.

- Send your colleague in to me

and then I would
like you to file away

all outstanding paperwork
in the bullpen, please.

- What's going to happen
to Constable McNabb?

- That is none of your concern,
Constable Tucker.

- Would you really leave, sir?

- If Murdoch doesn't muck it up.

- Well, you'd be missed.

- Thank you very much, Crabtree.

- Stupid!

- What's all that about?

- I'm guessing that
Murdoch just found out

who left the cell door open.

Bloody McNabb.

Right, then! I'll say cheerio.
I'm off to see the chief.

Then I have a meeting
with the board.

They're voting
on the next chief constable

by the end of the week.

Wish me luck, bugalugs!

- Best of luck, sir.

- No! No, I need you
to take care of this.

Oh! Good fella. Tom, huh?

Nice and, uh, early.

So, uh, it goes without saying
that with my support,

this interview
is a mere formality.

- Just pleased to be
considered, sir.

- I'll see if the board
is assembled.

- You make sure you have that
report in by the end of the day.

Yes, sir.

Tell them we are on our way.

The committee's ready
finally to see you.

Well?

- I'm ready, too.

- It'll be different around here

if the Inspector
gets his promotion.

- Mm.

Detective Murdoch.

Yes. Stay on him, McNabb.
We'll come to you.

- McNabb? Sir, I thought
you'd suspended him.

- It was a ruse.

When Tucker told me that McNabb,

who never smells of tobacco,

left the back door open because
he'd gone out there to smoke,

I knew he was lying.

So, I got McNabb to tail Tucker

and he's just seen Tucker meet
with the chief constable.

- Should we tell the Inspector?

- No.

- McNabb.

Has Tucker gone inside?

- Yes.

He came straight here

from meeting with
the chief constable.

He just went in.

- All right. Man all the exits.

- What's Tucker playing at, sir?

- Miss Baker!

- Drop the weapon.

- He was coming to kill me!

- Why would he want to kill you?

That is a very serious
accusation, Miss Baker.

Answer me.

- What are you doing here?

- Chief Constable Stewart asked
for my help

to get Miss Baker
out of town safely.

I wasn't trying to harm her.

- He's lying! He came at me.
I swear he's lying.

- Whatever happened,
you shot a police constable.

You're coming down to
the station house with us.

- Get yourself to the infirmary
and get checked out.

- Ever since Mr. McCormick
told me the truth,

people have been dying.

- Truth about what?

- He told me he and his
partner, Richard Tauber,

caught a jewelry thief
20 years ago.

It was a terrible crime.

The thief had caused the deaths
of two women next door.

- Who was the thief?

- Mr. McCormick didn't know.

They were ordered to let him go.

They went after my father
instead

and when he tried to run,
Tauber killed him.

- Miss Baker,
is it at all possible

that you misinterpreted
Constable Tucker's actions?

- No.

- What were you doing
at Shuckers Bordello

in the first place?

- A friend works there.
She was letting me hide out.

- So, you were in hiding.

You feared for your life.

You had already been
pursued by one policeman,

Constable Crabtree.

That could colour
your perception.

- I was six years old

when I saw a police officer

beat my father to death
as he tried to run away.

- It's understandable that
anybody would be bound

to fear the police
after something like that.

- I didn't, though.

But I know what a
man's face looks like

when he's going in for the kill
and I saw it again tonight.

- Why had you gotten in touch

with McCormick
in the first place?

- He'd been sending me small
gifts of money for years.

And now that I'm to be wed

to a nice gentleman from
Montreal, I wanted to thank him.

And find out why.

I always assumed

my father was guilty

and that he'd caused
the deaths of those poor women.

- McCormick told you otherwise?

- Yes. It weighed
on him for years.

And he'd always feared

his partner killed
my father on purpose.

That's why he left
the constabulary.

- Ah, Miss Hart.
I take it you found something.

- Oh, I did indeed.

- What's all this
about two women

who died from a blocked chimney?

- They died of smoke inhalation

next door to the Wetzman
Jewellers back in 1891.

- But we now believe they may
have been deliberately killed

by whoever broke into
the jewelry store that night.

- And Miss Hart has managed to
track down their identities.

- Uh, yes. Two sisters,
Elsie and Nora Haines,

age 20 and 22.

- Very good. Thank you.

- Put the kettle on, Crabtree.

So, is Chief Constable Stewart
involved in all this or not?

- Well, sir, at the very least,
I believe he was involved

in covering up
what happened 20 years ago.

- And what about everything
that's going on now?

- I don't know.

But these events are connected.

I've asked our artist

to take Mr. Wetzman's
witness description

and age it up 20 years.

It doesn't look like
Chief Constable Stewart.

- Don't do anything.

- Why? Do you know him, sir?

Excellent.

It's a pleasure playing
against a decent opponent.

I suspect most of my servants
let me win.

Another game?

- I prefer to quit
while I'm ahead.

- Ha. Always wise.

Now, tell me, Inspector,

you didn't come here
to play snooker.

To what do I owe
the honour of this visit?

- Well, Mr. Vaughan, I've learnt
some disturbing facts of late.

- About what?

- Well, this all happened
a very long time ago.

Do the names Elsie
and Nora Haines ring a bell?

- I have no idea what you're
talking about, Inspector.

- You were already married
in 1891, were you not?

What was it?

A little fling that got tired
of being on the side?

- Those sisters always thought
too much of themselves.

Nora and I were just having fun.

But Elsie kept filling
her head full of drivel,

egging her on to tell my wife.

- So nothing about their
deaths was an accident.

And the burglary
was a distraction.

- You're up for chief constable,
Inspector.

You know I'm on the board.

I can put an end
to your promotion.

- Now the real question

is what else are you prepared
to pay for my silence,

along with the job.

The position could be just
the beginning.

Influence,

entry to exclusive circles.

- Is that how
you helped Stewart?

- Yes.

Francis helped me once,

so I helped him in turn.

- And you both helped each other
out with Richard Tauber.

The chief constable arranged
for you to visit the cells.

- You already know a great deal,
don't you, Inspector?

- Francis made arrangements
for me to slip in the back door.

He thought Tauber could
be silenced with a bribe.

- But you didn't.

- No. His kind always comes back
for more.

Tauber knew I was the young
man they'd let go.

He had me over a barrel, so
I did what needed to be done.

- Hmm. I'm delighted to have
had this conversation.

It's been recorded
for posterity.

I've obtained
Vaughan's fingermarks,

and they are a match
for the mark

we found on Tauber's button.

- But Chief Constable Stewart's

not exactly in the clear
on this one.

- No. Twice he made
concessions to Vaughan

and twice people
have ended up dead.

- And he tampered with evidence.

I saw the original eyewitness
statements in his office.

You know, Murdoch,

we've both had occasion
to skirt the law.

- Yes, sir.

None of us is
without fault or flaw.

- If I report
on chief constable,

I won't be
getting that promotion.

He was the only one
pulling for me.

- I understand.

I'll leave that up to you, sir.

I said move along.

Tucker!

- Sir?

- Constable Tucker.

I know you let a killer
into our station house.

- I let a man in.

I didn't know he was a killer.

- On whose orders?

- Chief Constable Stewart.

- Now a man is dead
because of your actions.

What do you think the sanctions
should be for this?

- None.

It was a direct order
from the chief.

He told me to keep it quiet.

I was just following
the chain of command.

I'll be watching you, Tucker.

And believe me,

you so much as
step a toe out of line...

- Tom. Excellent work.

Station House Four.

I'm grateful that
Chadwick Vaughan

is finally going to jail.

Long overdue, I'd say.

I'd always thought of you
as a man of principles,

chief constable.

- I do my best.

- But you let Vaughan
off the hook 20 years ago.

- Huh, just a boy.

A good family.
I knew the father.

They told me that the burglary
was a youthful lark.

Some sort of a dare
gone terribly wrong.

- And what of
the murders next door?

- I believed them to be
an accident.

If I'd known it was murder...

- And what about
your old constables?

How did they come
to kill an innocent man?

- I like to close cases.

And they may have felt pressure
to pin the blame on someone.

And then they bungled the arrest

and they killed poor Baker.

- On your orders?
- Of course not!

But Tauber? Oh, he was
always a physical man.

- You seem to accept
a lot of misdeeds

as mere accidents.

- I try to believe
the best of people.

What's wrong with that?

- You ought to have
been setting a better example

to your own constables.

- You look to your own
station house, Sunny Jim.

It's not exactly
the tightest ship, is it?

When Chadwick started asking

after Baker's family,

I worried for the daughter,

so I asked Tucker
to get her to safety.

- You dragged one of my own men
into your scheme!

- I know I did wrong!
I did wrong.

But I also know
you want this job.

And you are
the right man for it.

What's done is done.

Are you going to let me finish
my career without infamy?

- I'll let you make
your own decision about that.

Sunny Jim.

- So Chadwick Vaughan
is in jail?

- Yes, and no amount of favours
will help him this time.

We have compelling evidence
that he murdered Richard Tauber,

as well as the Haines
sisters back in 1891.

And he's admitted to
the attempt on Danielle Baker.

- Well, I'm glad he's finally
been brought to justice.

- As am I.

I'm only sorry that
the Women's College Hospital

won't be receiving his donation.

- Oh, Mr. Vaughan wasn't
the only donor

that I charmed at that luncheon.

In fact, I'm going to pick up
another cheque right now.

- Oh! So the hospital
will be getting

those electrocardiograph
machines, after all?

- Mm-hm.

Oh! Looks like someone's
receiving good news.

- I suppose the Inspector's
received his promotion.

- Oh! What does
that mean for you?

- I have no idea.
I'll see you at home.

- Sir, we're off to the Ferret

to celebrate
the Inspector's promotion.

Rumour is Higgins is buying.

- What was that?

What was that?
Who said I was buying?

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- I understand
Chief Constable Stewart

is stepping down
to face charges.

- He did the right thing.

You know, Murdoch, I've been
Inspector here for...

Oh, 20 years, give or take
a couple of months.

- Yes.
- And now I'm the big boss.

But I only accepted
on one condition,

that you replace me.

- Oh.

I did not expect that, sir.

Especially given that
I am a Catholic and all.

- Well, they've
accepted you for now,

but that could change
at any moment.

- I'll do my best to show them

that you've made
the right decision.

- No need, Murdoch. I know
I've made the right choice.

- I expect the boys will
want to buy you a drink.

- Just give me five minutes.
I'll be along shortly.

- Of course.