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My favourite time of year.

The Games. Of course.

And what's the reason for our
appearance, Chief Inspector?

You're competing.

Participants from all over the province

have come to Toronto for this

and so I thought it would
be a big boost for the city

and the constabulary
if we, uh, participated.

So, I signed you both
in some of the events.

What, in particular,
do you have in mind?

I was thinking the heavy events.

Bloody hell. Just how heavy is heavy?

Well, the sheaf and the hammer
are both roughly 16 pounds

and the stone is 20 pounds.

Don't forget the caber toss.

Ah, yes. Participants are to
toss a tree trunk end over end

and be certain it lands at 12 o'clock.

I don't think I'm up for
tossing a bloody tree.

I mean, how much will it weigh?

Hundred and 70 pounds.

Oh, no, no. Don't worry about that.

Who's that, uh, the big, uh,
ginger lad at your station?

McNabb.

Ah, yeah. McNabb. I've
entered him in the toss.

You are the hammer throw.

Murdoch...

You can ring in the sheaves.

Oh, let's take in some
festivities before the gloaming.

So, when the Games begin,
I expect the both of you

to be appropriately
kitted and kilted out.

There's the address, Flora MacDonald,

she'll take care of you.

One Murdoch and one Craig
Tartan will be waiting.

- I'm a Brackenreid.
- Your mother was a Craig, was she not?

How do you know that?

Oh, I've been paying
attention to you, Sonny Jim.

Paying attention, Sonny Jim?

What does that bloody well mean?

Duncan!

Chief Inspector!

Good to see ya.

Trust there will nae be
trouble at these Games, Duncan.

Ha! As long as you can cope

with the numerous defeats
you'll be suffering.

- You mind your tongue.
- You mind yours.

You do that, there'll be no trouble.

You best learn to keep
your woman in line, Duncan.

The Campbells and the MacDonalds.

No love lost between them
since the massacre at Glencoe.

That was hundreds of years ago.

Hate doesn't just disappear, Murdoch.

A police presence might
not be a bad idea after all.

Ladies and gentlemen,

laddies and lassies,

the final round of the men's
sword dance, premium category.

Ah!

And a round of applause
to Miss Iona MacDougall,

our Highland Fling champion
for the fourth year running.

Now, to the finalists.

First, our Ontario
champion, Mr. Ross Campbell.

Go, laddie!

And next kin, if not kind,

Mr. Alasdair Campbell.

Ha-ha! Give it your best!

Older brother of Ross

and runner-up for the
past two years. Perhaps...

Third time lucky?

Aye! Alasdair.

Next, Mr. Enden Gunn,
from Caledon, Ontario.

And last, but by no means
least, Mr. Malcolm MacDonald,

who also hails from the
beautiful Caledon Hills.

First time competing,
but he's one to watch.

That he is.

Gentlemen...

Take up your positions.

Nice!

All right, uh...

That's excellent dancing
from all the-the finalists,

but taking into account
skill and timing,

we're awarding the first place to...

Malcolm MacDonald!

And, uh...

Along with the honour,
there's a prize...

Twenty dollars.

What's that you were
saying about losses, Duncan?

You might win with a
throw of a hundred feet.

One hundred... ?

In that case, I'd better go home

and practice chucking
heavy things around.

That's a tough one to swallow.

Too bad, Alasdair.
Better luck next time.

Son.

I did my best, sir.

We know you did.

That's what's so disappointing.

Don't pay any attention to him.

Oh, he's playing
again. Let's bugger off.

Help!

Somebody! Help!

- Did you hear that?
- I did.

In there.

It appears we have a
sore loser somewhere.

Sgain dubh.

Nowadays, it's only used
for ceremonial purposes,

but historically has
always been a deadly weapon.

Well, it doesn't seem to
have lost its effectiveness.

There's a stamp on the end.

Traditionally, it
would always be engraved

with the owner's family crest.

Well, which one is this?

The Campbell clan.

The prize money doesn't
appear to have been taken.

So whoever did this had
no interest in the money.

Perhaps it's as you said, sir:

- Hate doesn't die.
- Mm.

The murder weapon bears
your family's crest.

Never seen that particular knife.

Of course not.

It's a shame both your
sons lost to the victim.

Contest was fairly judged.

We have no quarrel with
the result. I hope...

I hope you're not accusing
someone in my family of murder.

We're simply asking questions.

Where were you immediately
after the competition?

I was having a drink. You saw me there.

That was after the man was killed.

No one in my family had anything to do

with the death of Mr. MacDonald.

Did you know the man?

I did not!

So, please, arrest me or let me go.

Need to get back to the Games.

Uh, what of the young woman
who discovered the body?

Iona?

She's a MacDougall.

They're kin to the MacDonalds,

but that doesn't mean
she didn't kill him.

They are a murderous bunch.

Are you sure this will work?

It's a metal locator, Margaret.

If your locket is
nearby, we should find it.

I can't believe I lost it.

Thomas gave me that locket
when we were first courting.

I feel a bit silly doing this.

How do you think I feel?

I'm pedaling like a
madwoman and going nowhere.

Aren't we a sight.

Yes, indeed, we are.

Ah, I must say, Julia,

you have opened me up to
quite a raft of adventures.

Medicine...

And now treasure hunting.

Just, just keep moving, Margaret.

- I don't want to be doing this all day.
- Right you are!

Oh, Julia! It's making a sound.

I think I've fou...

Oh! Oh, lord!

Oh!

Oh!

Well, not exactly what
we were looking for.

There's no obvious cause of death.

Well, was he murdered?

Well, as I said,

no apparent cause of death, Margaret.

All right.

We... we're just going
to leave him here?

Well, of course not, but
we're going to need some help

to get him to the morgue.

Oh.

Oh, that poor soul.

I'll find out what happened
to him, don't worry.

Right this way, Miss
MacDougall. Please have a seat.

Now, how is it that you came to discover

Mr. MacDonald's body
in the storage room?

I was putting away the swords.

And did you see anyone exiting
the room as you approached?

Not a soul.

How well did you know Mr. MacDonald?

I didnae.

I knew his reputation as a dancer.

- That's it.
- Hm.

And did you notice any tensions

between he and the Campbells?

Not with... them.

I did see Mr. MacDonald in
an argument with Mr. Gunn,

the man who was disqualified.

What was that argument about?

Mr. MacDonald was taunting Mr. Gunn.

He said he would lose
and might as well withdraw

to save his honour.

He was being very cruel.

Are you saying Mr. Gunn may have
killed him in order to get even?

No. Didn't say that.

But I do know I heard
two men arguing violently.

Now, one of them is dead and...

The other is walking free.

Uh, pardon me a moment.

Julia, what are you doing with this?

I was just returning your metal locator.

I was using it to look for
a locket that Margaret lost.

Oh!

- Did you find it?
- No. But we did find a dead body!

So you agree this
appears to be an accident?

There's no doubt the young man drowned.

His lungs were filled with water.

There were no signs
of trauma to the body

beyond a few scratches you
might expect from the riverbed.

I see.

Did you find any identification?

No, but there are some clues.

A St. Christopher medal.

Ah! The patron Saint of Travelers.

Oh, he must have been Catholic.

And these were sewn into
the lining of his jacket.

- Oh.
- Likely for safekeeping.

Are those English coins?

Yes. A total of six
shillings and sixpence.

It's not much, but it's
probably all he had.

I see. Go on.

Take a look at his hand.

See this bruise on his left thumbnail?

And note the little cuts
around the corners of his mouth.

These are typical marks of a
man in the boot-making trade.

They would hold the nails in their mouth

and often get these little nicks.

That's very good. Anything else?

His clothes were far too big for him.

Old and cheap.

English coins,

evidence of a trade he was involved in.

Possibly a recent immigrant

who came here to take
up an apprenticeship?

He would have likely had a sponsor.

Well, Margaret, it appears
we have a mystery to solve.

You were seen arguing with MacDonald

in the hours leading up to this death.

Aye. We argued.

He was an arrogant git.

But I certainly did not kill him.

I take it you knew him?

I knew him.

We had competed in the past.

What was the argument about?

He was disparaging my ability.

Said I was wasting my
time competing against him.

You were disqualified,

so I'd say that Mr. MacDonald was right.

Have you ever seen this before?

That belongs to the clan Campbell.

Could have been one of them, huh?

They lost to MacDonald as well.

They deny having seen it.

They're liars and murderers.

Always have been.

I've already spoken to you.

Why am I here?

Because we're not certain you were
telling the truth the first time.

- How dare you, sir.
- Sit down, Mr. Campbell.

Mrs. Campbell.

Do you recognize this?

Good heavens, Duncan. Look!

It's the one you lost so many years ago.

Well, it can't be.

How do you not recognize
it? I gave it to you.

Are you certain?

Aye! There's the wee emerald
heart I had embedded in the hilt.

Detective Murdoch, this knife
has been missing for 20 years.

And now it has resurfaced

embedded in the body
of Malcolm MacDonald.

As I've told you before, I
had nothing to do with that.

Where were you, sir, when
you lost it originally?

It was more than 20 years ago.

- I really don't remember.
- Oh, I do.

It was on that trip to Caledon
Hills just months before we wed.

Ach, she's always had
a better memory than I.

Must be all that whiskey.

Whether that's the weapon or not,

I had nothing to do with
the death of Mr. MacDonald.

I was enjoying a fine Islay

with your chief inspector when
that poor bugger lost his life.

I see.

Absolutely. No, we were
together. Besides...

I'd stake my reputation
on Duncan Campbell.

I've known him for years.
He's a man of honour.

It's not too early in the
day for a drink, is it, Tom?

Never, sir! Allow me.

Sir, you are aware of
the long-standing feud

- between the two families.
- Hm. Of course I am.

On the orders of the English,

the Campbells killed
over 30 of clan MacDonald.

The massacre of Glencoe.

Well, since Duncan
Campbell arrived in Canada,

he's built a successful
life for him and his family,

so he's not going to risk that

on a dance contest or...

Something that happened
over 200 years ago.

Well, sir, he has admitted that
the murder weapon belonged to him.

But he also stated
that he lost that dagger

over 20 years ago.

Well, perhaps a member of his family?

And where did he say that he lost it?

Caledon.

And the man who was seen arguing

with Malcolm MacDonald...

Enden Gunn.

... is from Caledon, is he not?

You're barking up the wrong tree.

It's got nothing to do with the
Campbells and the MacDonalds.

Well, Tom,

I hope that...

One day soon...

- You'll be able to afford a better dram.
- Hm.

Well, you seem to like this one.

Ah, these?

They're for you two.

I took the Liberty of picking 'em up.

So...

Wrap up this investigation

and bring the constabulary some glory.

This shoe store is the
last one on our list.

Well, let's hope the last one's a charm.

I appreciate your patronage, madam.

What can I do for you ladies?

Uh, we just have a couple
of questions for you.

I should tell you I've
just received a shipment

of red suede boots
with needlepoint tips.

All the rage.

- Oh, could I get a...
- Margaret!

Right. Of course.

Ah, I was just wondering whether
you might recognize this man?

- Good lord.
- I apologize if it's gruesome.

I've seen him.

- When?
- About a week ago now.

He applied to be an apprentice here.

And you didn't take him on?

He arrived two weeks late.

I had already taken on another man.

Did he say why he was late?

He said the boat from England was
delayed because of bad weather.

He was disappointed, but I
didn't have a place for him.

I take it from this he's dead.

I'm very sorry, but there was
nothing I could do for him.

Do you know his name?

Silas Barnes.

Thank you.

Did he happen to mention where
he was headed when he left?

He said something about
looking for guidance.

I see.

Thank you.

There are some things from the old
country they could have left behind.

You don't care for the pipes, Higgins?

Does anyone, sir?

Well, this is quite the day.

There are few things in
life that we agree on.

Let's just try to find Enden Gunn.

But didn't you say he
lost the competition, sir?

- I did.
- Well...

Then why would he still be here?

We don't know if he's here or not.

That's why you're looking for him.

Terrible news.

About the murder investigation?

No, no, no. It's the caber toss.

That McNabb fellow from your station,

he's pulled up lame.

You there!

- Me?
- Ya. Aye. You!

Do you want to do your station proud?

Of course you do.

So, what do you think, Tom?

You think your man'll be
able to handle the challenge?

Oh, I have the utmost confidence
in Constable Newsome-Higgins.

It's the other way, sir.

Excellent. So, you ever tossed a caber?

I can't say that I have.

Well, young Sean there...

Happy to give you a few tips.

Sean!

Uh, sir, shouldn't I be
looking for Enden Gunn?

Oh, Murdoch and I can
handle things, Higgins.

Ah, you'll be splendid, Constable.

And, if you conduct yourself honourably,

I'll reward you handsomely.

- Reward how?
- Now, never you mind that now.

Come on, let's go. Let's sign you up.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.

I think he expects us to win.

Really?

For now, let's just focus on
finding Mr. MacDonald's killer.

Hm.

I presume his death was an accident?

We've found no evidence
to suggest otherwise.

In that case, I shall
arrange for him to be buried

in the parish cemetery.

Thank you, Father.

Something on your mind, sir?

If you're worried,

I've had a thought on how I
could give you an advantage

during the hammer toss.

I would stiffen the shick...

- Actually, steel could work.
- Murdoch...

It's not that, me ol' mucker.

It's Stewart. He's up to something.

How so?

Well, this is the first
time he's ever entered

Station House Four into these Games.

- What do you think's prompted that?
- I don't know.

But he keeps making all
these vague promises to me.

He's definitely up to something.

Ooh.

It appears he's not the only one.

Isn't that one of the Campbell lads
coming out of the MacDonald tent?

It is, sir. Alasdair.

Ooh.

Well, it appears at least two
members of the warring clans

have decided to effect a truce.

Oi! Romeo and Juliet!

We'll be needing a word.

Are you thinking what
I'm thinking, Murdoch?

Iona pointed the finger at Enden Gunn

to keep us from looking
at Alasdair Campbell.

- Or herself.
- Even though she's a MacDougall,

which is part of the MacDonald clan?

She may have killed him for
reasons that have nothing to do

with the clan that he belonged to.

Sir, sir, uh, I just wanted to say

you may have
misinterpreted what you saw.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

And I don't give a toss what
the pair of you were up to.

Oh.

Have either of you
ever seen this before?

Mm, I've not seen this
particular sgain dubh,

but there are lots around.

Virtually every adult male owns one.

It's a Scottish tradition.

Your mother insists that
this belonged to your father

and that he lost it some years ago.

- How odd.
- What's odd...

Is that was found sticking
out of a dead man's chest.

I know nothing about that.
I know nothing about that!

All right, let's get back
to the time of the murder.

Malcolm MacDonald was
killed very shortly after

the sword dance competition.

Where were you at that time?

I was in the hall, licking me wounds.

And how well did you
know Malcolm MacDonald?

I didn't. I only met him on the stage.

And how did you feel after he
beat you in the competition,

something you'd been hoping
to win for at least two years?

I'm only human, Detective.

I was rather...

Disappointed in myself.

But it was a fair match.

I intend to do better on the next try.

We haven't finished.

You are a champion dancer, are you not?

I've won the Fling four times running.

So why was a champion dancer

clearing up the swords after the event?

I may be a champion, but
I still do women's work.

- Did you know Mr. MacDonald?
- In passing.

He may have been kin,

but he was a very unpleasant man.

I preferred to keep me distance.

Sirs, we have been honest with you.

Could I avail upon you to
keep what you saw between us?

Our families would
certainly not approve.

The two families are not
going to say anything,

so I've asked Douglas Cameron
to come in for an interview.

He's run these Games for over 20 years.

He might know more than he's letting on.

Sir, perhaps, we should
cancel the Games altogether.

Oh, no. Stewart would
have my head on a block.

Uh, cancelling them sounds
like a good idea, sir.

My back has been acting up lately.

Not keen on the caber toss, Higgins?

No, sir.

You wanted a wee word?

Duncan Campbell is a friend of mine.

Sir, a man was murdered at
an event that you are hosting.

Friendships don't matter right now.

If you know anything at all, Douglas,

you'd be best advised to share it.

Duncan Campbell is no murderer.

We'll decide that.

So, anything at all?

I saw Duncan and the
dead man in an argument

the morning of the competition.

What you did hear?

MacDonald was going on about his rights.

His rights to what?

I don't know. All I
heard him saying was,

"I have all the right in the world,

and you know it and I can prove it."

Anything else?

Duncan looked as if he might hit him,

but then he turned on
his heel as he shouted,

"God help me! I will
see you in hell first."

- His exact words?
- Aye.

He'd been pushed so far he even
used the lord's name in vain.

And I've known Duncan a long time.
I've never seen him so mithered.

Thank you.

Ah, my Games can still proceed?

For now.

Then I'll, uh, see you
this evening at the banquet.

This Malcolm MacDonald is something, eh?

- How's that, sir?
- More enemies than friends.

He should've been a copper.

Margaret,

I need a rest.

Perhaps we can exchange tasks?

What?

Oh, uh, I would, but my
sciatica's acting up, so...

Of course it is.

I can't stop thinking about him.

You know, there are more
and more people coming here

every day looking for
the promise of a new life.

Which many achieve.

I know.

But to die here,

alone,

in a new country with no one.

Look at this!

There's an initial on the hatband:

S.B.

Silas Barnes.

This must be where he
fell into the river!

It's quite slippery beyond this point.

Yes. If he fell.

What are you suggesting?

Well, his belongings
all piled up neatly.

I've seen this before when investigating

people who've taken their own lives.

Why would he do that?

Well, he came here for a better life

and that chance was denied.

He was homeless and penniless.

Perhaps he couldn't see
a future for himself.

If he did take his own life,

according to the church, he
cannot have a Catholic burial.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Which is why, to the
best of my knowledge,

Mr. Silas Barnes

suffered an accidental death.

You would lie to the church?

Uh. Oh, Margaret. It
wouldn't be the first time.

Oh.

Shall we continue our search?

Perhaps tomorrow.

I'll get the bicycle.

Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware.

That jaups in luggies;

but if ye wish her grateful prayer...

Gie her a haggis!

Sir, is everyone here?

It appears so. Why?

Malcolm MacDonald said something
about "having the proof."

I thought I'd have a look
around to see what that could be.

You'll miss the haggis.

- I'm sure I'll survive.
- Hm.

Where is the detective off to?

He needed to get some air.

Mm. Too much whiskey?

Hm. That'll be the day.

Save some for your detective.

Oh, he won't mind.

He confessed he's not
very partial to it.

And how does he feel
about neeps and tatties?

He's not partial to that, either.

Ah, come here.

Look at us, eh?

We're a couple of thieves.

We've seen a lot, you
and I, have we not?

Indeed we have, sir.

I think, perhaps, I've seen enough.

I'm thinking of stepping down, Tom.

Are you sure?

I think it's time to walk away.

It'll mean big changes
at the constabulary.

I think I know the man for the job.

Excuse me, sir?

I think I know the man for the job.

Get your hands off her.

We'll no have our family
sullied by the likes of you.

Should we step in, sir?

I fear the world will never move forward

'til the old feuds die.

Aye.

Oi. The MacDonald clan are furious.

They want to know what
you're doing snooping around.

Good morning to you.
I was trying to solve

the murder of one of their own.

Did you find anything?

I found a letter to a Jenny MacDonald.

- What did it say?
- I didn't get a chance to read it.

Where is he?

Ah, bloody hell.

What were you doing snooping
around our encampment?

Are you trying to pin my
cousin's murder on one of us?

You'd best make yourself scarce!

Ach, bloody Campbells.

They've ere been in league with English,

- cozying up to the police.
- They did no such thing!

I've seen that Duncan Campbell
with the chief inspector,

trying to blame us for what's going on.

You'd better leave right now,
or it's a night in the cells.

Aye.

So, what do you think, Murdoch?

Doth he protest too much?

Would he kill one of his own?

Are you sure about this?

The man who struck me was
wearing a Campbell tartan.

That doesn't mean it was one of them.

Someone could have been
disguising themselves.

Well, sir, that's possible,
but I don't think it likely.

The murdered man was in
possession of a letter

from a Jenny MacDonald;
That letter is now gone.

They're all present
and accounted for, sir,

though not a happy lot.

Does this mean they'll
be calling off the Games?

No such luck, Higgins.

For Pete's sake.

Evidence I procured last evening

was taken from me by force.

My constables will
conduct a thorough search

of both your persons
and your belongings.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that my detective

thinks that one of
you lot assaulted him.

I don't like to be accused
of something I've not done.

You'd be wise to keep
your mouth shut, sunshine.

Don't treat us like we're criminals.

You're being treated like
suspects in an investigation.

- There's a difference.
- I will not stand for this.

I'm going to see the chief
inspector. This is an insult.

You're not going anywhere!

That what you're looking for, Murdoch?

You have no right.

I believe it is, sir.

Mr. Campbell, perhaps your family
should wait for you outside.

Aye.

I won't be leaving my husband.

Morag, you should go.

I'm staying.

My dearest Jenny,

it pains me that our love is forbidden,

and that our son will
be raised among your clan

without ever knowing his true father.

But this is for the best,

for if the truth of
his parentage was known,

both of our families
would surely shun him.

Who was she?

They're lies. They're damnable lies.

Aye. You see, Detective,

it's just more lies from these people.

And what of the sgain dubh?

How did your knife end up
killing Malcolm MacDonald?

Oh, well, um, you lost it.
Did you not say you lost it?

It's time to tell the
truth, Mr. Campbell,

if only for the sake of your wife.

Jenny...

Wanted a keepsake.

And if you were so sweet on
her, why didn't you marry?

She was a MacDonald.

I was a Campbell.

Is that it?

- So, you settled for second best.
- No, no, Morag.

I-I found another that I loved more.

I really thought the past was behind me.

That's what the argument was about?

Malcolm MacDonald confronted
you, told you he was your son

and that he'd come to
claim his inheritance?

Did you attack Murdoch

to steal the letter
that was the evidence?

It was my property.

I...

I just hoped to bury, bury the shame.

Did you kill Malcolm
MacDonald for the same reason?

I will not stoop to
answer these questions!

Shall I take that as a yes?

I repeat: I will not
answer these questions!

Indeed.

Well, Duncan Campbell,

I'm charging you with the
murder of Malcolm MacDonald.

You'll be incarcerated until
you can appear before a judge.

Father!

Get them out of here!

You have the wrong man!

I'm the one who killed
Malcolm MacDonald.

Please, please.

I went back to the storage
area after the contest.

Malcolm confronted me.

He was on me immediately.

He said he was my
father's first-born son

and he aimed to collect his inheritance.

It's rightfully mine

and I will fight for it.

And you believe him?

I didn't know what to believe.

He said my father had written a letter

that proved what he said.

And the whole time he was saying this,

he... he was gloating.

He said that I would drop
from second place to third

in the line of inheritance
and how did I like that?

I didn't want to believe him.

That piece of paper means nothing.

Where's the proof?

The proof...

Is written right here...

In cold...

Hard...

Steel.

But then I saw the
knife, how it was his,

how it was a gift...

From our father,

his father.

And how did I like that?
He kept saying that,

over and over again.

How do you like that?

How do you like that?

You then seized the knife...

And you stabbed him.

I didn't know what I was
doing until I had done it.

My father had nothing to do with this.

It was me.

I found it.

You went back to the riverbank?

I found it in the
larder in a tin of flour.

Oh, Margaret!

Did we do the right thing?

Yes, I think we did.

The church...

Well...

If God finds our poor Silas
Barnes unworthy of heaven,

then I suppose he'll just throw him out.

Oh, my goodness.

Where's bloody Murdoch?

Perhaps he's taken ill.

I've been feeling a little
under the weather myself, sir.

- Higgins, I don't want to hear it!
- Tom.

- Oh, sir.
- You did the right thing.

It's not the result I would
have wished for, but...

It was the truth.

That is what we strive for.

- Thank you, sir.
- And, if you've no objection,

I will be recommending
leniency for young Ross.

No objections from me.

Must have been quite the shock.

Indeed. But I will be charging Duncan

with assaulting Detective Murdoch.

Where's Alasdair?

Apparently, he and Iona left
in the middle of the night.

Oh.

I'm ready to go.

You should have controlled yourself.

Aye.

So, why don't we take in
a bit of the Games first

before we leave?

Oh.

Thank you, old friend.

I'm surprised to see you still here.

May I ask why?

Perhaps it's best if the sins
of our past remain buried.

Or forgotten.

Hm.

Murdoch, I thought you'd scarpered.

Of course not, sir.

I wanted to ensure you had
a chance to win the event.

All right, lads and lassies.

It's time for the sheaf toss.

Well done, Detective Murdoch.

Very good.

A perfect 12 o'clock!

Give it all you have, Henry.

Thank you.

- I believe that's all he had.
- Sir!

Well...

It's all up to you now, Tom.

What are you teaching them?

There he is.

I feel like a bloody fool!

You won't when you're
tossing the hammer, sir.

Just dig those spikes in and they'll
give you the leverage you need.

Unless I twist my ankle!

Well, there is that.

Let's get to it, Inspector Brackenreid.

The gloaming is coming.

Right. The yellow flag
is the distance to beat.

I know that.

Oh, good form. Good form.

Henry, did you see that?!

Not bad for an Englishman!

Very good, sir!

Who looks the fool now, eh?

Congratulations.

Station House Number Four.

Sir, we don't have to charge him.

This police force plays no favourites.

Son.

- I just wanted to say...
- Let me speak.

This is Iona.

She is to be my bride.

- Alasdair.
- We ran away.

But I couldnae just
leave without telling you.

You do deserve that much.

I know I'm kin to the MacDonalds, sir...

You are not a MacDonald.

You are a girl who loves my son.

And that's enough.

Aye.

All hail the conquering hero!

Oh! Ah, are you still
wearing that old thing?

- I should get you a new one.
- But I just found it.

Now, my darling,

you are looking at the
champion hammer thrower

- at the Highland Games.
- Oh! Congratulations.

And I must say you do cut quite
a fine figure in that kilt.

- I do, don't I?
- Mm. Is it true what they say?

Well, let's just say
I can feel the breeze.

Thomas!

Well, I might as well
act like a true scot.

- Now, Mrs. Brackenreid...
- Oh!

... are you ready for
a proper Highland Fling?

- Hm. Whoa!
- Ah!

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