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Cyclone in Saskatchewan!

Airship accident in Atlantic City!

Strike at Bosworth Rubber in week three!

Did you say airship accident?

Hey, watch out!

That's a whole day's product lost!

I'm awfully sorry, sir.

I'm not used to riding in the city.

Uh, smells good.

Constable Roberts, everything all right?

- Good morning, sir.
- Is it?

Honestly, not so far.

But it can only get
better from here, right?

I appreciate your optimism.

And I'm glad to see you're still
trying to ride your bicycle.

Well, after this, I'm
not so sure I ought to be.

- Second accident this week.
- Ooh.

Perhaps we should get you a bell?

I'll take you over to
Dewala's bicycle shop

as soon as you've had a chance
to go home and change uniforms.

Do you have any extra
uniforms at the station?

I'm not quite ready to
get on the bicycle yet.

I presume you're both
aware of the strike

- at the Bosworth Rubber factory.
- Of course.

It's been some weeks, hasn't it?

Three. Which is, I suspect,

why Chief Constable Brackenreid
has asked I send constables

to keep order on the picket line.

Well, there hasn't been violence.

No, but the Board of Control

is eager to bring an
end to the disruption.

Afraid it will gain wider support

as the Eaton's strike
this spring did, no doubt.

Do you think the Chief Constable

hopes that a police
presence on the picket line

will intimidate the men back to work?

That's the meaning I took.

But I find strike breaking abhorrent.

Good for you, Inspector.

You feel differently, Detective?

No. No, I agree with you.

But I do feel this strike
should be resolved, and quickly.

The city's experiencing
all sorts of shortages

from shoes to medical supplies.

I'd understood there was some
work ongoing in the factory.

There is, but delivery
drivers are refusing

to cross the picket line in
order to pick up shipments.

I'd never cross a picket line either.

That may be, but

I fear I can't dodge the Chief
Constable's request forever.

Perhaps not even the end of the day.

Inspector Choi.

Hello, Miss Cherry. What can I...

I'll send someone immediately.

Well, one of you is going to
have to cross the picket line.

A body's been found at the factory.

Ah, you take this one. I, I have...

Right. Good.

Toronto Constabulary. Let us through.

- They killed him!
- Who's "they"?

The people who own this damn place.

Move aside, please.

Detective.

You're finally here.

Did you take the long way round?

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His name was Jay Sturgeon.

He was the man leading this strike.

- Who found the body?
- I did.

Ah, you're here covering
the strike for your paper,

- The Sentinel, Miss Cherry?
- Every day.

My readers are very engaged.

I'm the only journalist
the workers trust

- to get their message out.
- Hm.

What message is that, Miss?

A member of the
constabulary with manners.

- Where'd they find you?
- Chatham, Miss.

Uh, the workers' message, Miss Cherry?

That they are overworked and underpaid.

Mr. Sturgeon was leading
the charge for unionization.

And I take it things have been fraught.

Mr. Bosworth hated Mr. Sturgeon

and everything he stood for so, yes,

I'd say things had been fraught.

Perhaps he'd given up,
decided to wave the white flag.

Never.

How can you be so sure, Miss Cherry?

The Jay Sturgeon I met
was not a man to give up.

Rigor mortis has set in,

meaning that Mr. Sturgeon
died late last night.

Judging by the position of the body,

he fell from a good height.

Possibly the roof.

So he was murdered?

Who would have wanted to kill him?

You may have manners, but you're
not a good listener, are you?

The owner wanted Mr.
Sturgeon out of the picture.

Miss Cherry, do you really believe

that Mr. Bosworth would go so far

as to kill the strike leader?

I believe a capitalist
will go as far as need be

to protect his business interests.

Right. You can take him now, please.

This tragedy will not deter us.

Jay Sturgeon may have been our leader,

but our struggle goes on without him.

And I would be honoured
to pick up the torch.

- For Jay!
- For Jay!

I fear we may be in for
a challenging few days.

Can I help you?

Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

We'd like a word with
Mr. Roy Bosworth, please.

About the accident?

We've yet to determine
the cause of death.

I see.

Well, Mr. Bosworth is unavailable.

I'm sure he's a very busy man, Miss... ?

- Iona Berger.
- Miss Berger.

But this is a police matter.

Be that as it may, I'm afraid
my answer remains the same.

As does my request.

He's meeting with customers
at a pub down the street.

Ah.

Perhaps we could access the roof

and have a look in the meantime.

I suppose that would be all
right, but you'll need a key.

Wait here please.

That's quite a bit
of security for a key.

Mr. Bosworth runs a tight ship.

He's the only one with
access to the roof.

Follow me.

If there's only one key to the roof,

then how did Mr. Sturgeon get up there?

Very good question, Constable.

There's no fire escape.

Sturgeon must have accessed the
roof the same way we just did,

but without a key, how?

Maybe that Miss Berger let him up.

She has access to the key.

That's one possibility. Among many.

- What we need is evidence.
- Sir.

Maybe Mr. Sturgeon was
up here to hang this.

But something, or someone,
prevented him from doing so.

Perhaps whoever made this
second set of footprints.

Those sure don't belong to Miss Berger.

No.

We need to find out who else
knew about Mr. Sturgeon's banner.

With me.

Uh, pardon me. May I ask you a
few questions about Jay Sturgeon?

Barely knew him.

Uh, was he here at
the factory last night?

- No way he'd step foot back in here.
- Why do you say that?

Sturgeon made the life of
every guy in here harder,

thanks to his pointless strike.

Would we call the push for better
working conditions pointless?

What good is better working conditions

if you gotta pay some fat
cat union boss to get 'em?

Hoses aren't going to
move themselves, Farrow.

Gotta get back to it.

- Your name, sir?
- Noel Bishop.

Ah, Mr. Bishop, uh,
you're still here at work?

You're a bright spark.

I take it you didn't agree
with Jay Sturgeon's views

on this whole strike.

He wanted us to risk
our jobs for the strike,

but he didn't have hungry
mouths to feed at home.

I'm here because I have to be.

I have been waiting on
that order of rubber soles

for weeks now, Bosworth.

Until I find drivers willing
to cross the picket line,

- I can't help you!
- I have already paid for the product.

- You are in breach of contract.
- I'm not.

- Your contract stipulates...
- Excuse me.

Can't you see I'm occupied?

Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

I'd like to ask you some questions

about the death outside
your factory this morning.

We can discuss it here, or in private.

Oh. Yes, of course. I, uh...

Uh, tragedy, that.

Uh, gentlemen, a moment. Roman, come.

I, uh, hope you don't mind, Detective.

My son, Roman. I've got
him learning the business.

Now, what can we do for you?

What can you tell me about
your dealings with Jay Sturgeon?

I presume since you're here, you've
already heard something of them.

It's my understanding that your
relationship was adversarial.

Jay Sturgeon was a good worker,

until the day he thought he could
tell me how to run my business.

Can you account for your
whereabouts last evening?

Of course.

Roman and I left the factory
at eight and went directly home.

Our household staff can confirm.

We were there all night.

Now, is that everything?

Uh, I'm afraid it isn't.

Uh, Jay Sturgeon died from a
fall off of your factory roof.

That's impossible.

The only key is in my father's office.

And somehow Jay Sturgeon ended
up on your roof nonetheless.

I don't know what to tell you.

If Jay Sturgeon had a key,

I don't know how he got his hands on it.

- Sir.
- Go away! We won't be intimidated!

I'm not here to intimidate anyone.

Don't you all want to know
what happened to Jay Sturgeon?

We know what happened.
Bosworth killed him.

Hey!

Are you coppers really
taking this seriously?

'Course we are, sir.

Then I'll help you however I can.

Yes. Thank you.

Right this way.

What can you tell me
about the activities

of Jay Sturgeon last night?

You mean the banner?

- You know about it?
- Of course.

He'd been working on
that thing for days;

couldn't wait to see the scabs

when they got to work and
saw it hanging this morning.

How did he plan to get on the roof?

With a key.

The only key is in
Mr. Bosworth's office.

Did he steal it?

Workers did that a long time ago.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

Bosworth doesn't allow breaks
and we can't smoke inside.

So, couple years back,
someone made copy of roof key

so we'd have place to grab quick gasper.

Detective Murdoch?

Mr. Dewala.

I was just speaking with
someone about your shop.

Well, I'm pleased you remember it.

It's been a long time since you visited.

Ah, yes. I have not been cycling

- nearly as much as I would like.
- Oh! Driving more?

No, I just haven't found the time

to give my bicycle a proper tune-up.

Well, why not bring it by
the shop and have me do it?

That's very kind of you.

I know that you like to do it yourself.

But if you can't find the time.

Perhaps you're right.

I was going to bring a colleague
by your shop tomorrow, anyway.

Perfect timing.

I'm having a sale on
all my bicycle supplies.

Terrific! Tomorrow it is then.

Thank you.

Tell me your day's been fruitful.

Yes and no.

Um, Bosworth and his son Roman
both have means and motive.

That sounds fruitful.

But they both claim
that they were at home

at the time that Sturgeon was killed.

- Can anyone confirm that?
- Yes.

Their maid can, but she's
travelling this morning.

I've been unable to reach
her. I'll try again later.

Sirs!

- I've found something.
- Yes, Constable?

There's a second key to the roof!

A copy made by the workers years ago.

Sergei Dimitrov told me this would
have been the key Sturgeon used.

Well, if that's the case, why
did we not find it on his body?

The killer must have taken it.

Well, we oughtn't jump
to conclusions, Inspector.

Uh, I'm pleased that you are thinking
critically, Constable Roberts.

But the Inspector's logic is sound.

Any of the suspects in
this case would be motivated

to have that key at this moment.

Uh, Bosworth, to confiscate it.

The workers, to keep it a secret.

Exactly. If we find that key,

we will likely find the killer.

- We need to question the workers.
- Yes.

But perhaps not directly.

I don't think they'll speak to police.

What do you propose?

We need a man on the inside,

but both Constable Roberts
and myself are known to them.

I think I know who we can send in.

But he's not going to like it.

You only look the part.

A well-scrubbed scab?

I understand how you feel.

But remember,

you're pursuing justice for the
man that started that picket line.

I thought this was a bicycle shop.

Well, it was.

Detective, you came. And
you brought your colleague.

Uh, Mr. Dewala, I thought
this was always a bicycle shop.

When did you start
selling automotive parts?

Oh. Just a few months ago.

Oh, but you love bicycles!

I love getting around quickly.

And in that regard, an
automobile wins any day.

They're the future. But I certainly
have time to tend to your bicycle.

I don't suppose you have any bells left?

No... no, I don't believe I do.

Uh... Wait!

There is one right here.

Ah. Take this one.

Isn't that your bicycle, Mr. Dewala?

Yes, I won't be needing it anymore.

Like I said, autos are the future.

And that bell is yours
just for five cents.

- Yes.
- How about you, Detective?

Can I interest you in anything

other than a tune-up before I close up?

Well, I could use some tires.

But I was hoping for new ones.

I'm certain I have some in the back.

Just leave it to me.

Oh.

- And here you go.
- Thank you.

- Thank you, Mr. Dewala.
- My pleasure.

Right. Very nice man.

You seem like a good man, Mr. Nagy.

We need your kind around here.

Please.

Miss Berger here will, uh,

assist you with your, uh, training.

Which department?

Department?

Oh, um...

Hoses? Tires?

Mouldings?

Whatever you deem best. Hm.

Very well.

- Oh! And, uh, Mr. Nagy?
- Hm?

Don't let the men outside
fill your head with nonsense.

We pay fairly for honest work.

Right.

Let's see.

Hoses it is.

Uh, no, that will be all. Thank you.

I've confirmed both Roy
and Roman Bosworth's alibis.

Neither is our man?

Let's hope Detective
Watts can make some headway

- at the factory today.
- Perhaps we can as well.

- Sir?
- Uh, Miss Hart presumed

that the handkerchief found on
the body belonged to Sturgeon,

but his wife claims otherwise.

Meaning this likely
belonged to the killer.

And if that's the case, there may
be evidence as to his identity.

I don't knows why they
started you with me.

Hoses are hard work.

Ah, not afraid of working hard,

though I'm guessing it's
been harder since the strike.

Ha. You're not wrong there.

You think it'll end anytime soon?

I heard the strike leader died.

Well, I don't mean to...

pour salt in a wound. You
would've known him too, right?

- Must've been quite a shock.
- The heck's going on here?

No time to lean, men.

Not paying you to chat.

- I'm paying you to work.
- Yes, sir!

Yes, sir.

Damn lucky to have a job.

The strike's got him on edge.

I hear he's on the verge of going broke

if this ain't settled soon.

You ever consider joining
Sturgeon on the picket line?

I've been working in factories
since I was 12 years old.

My advice?

Keep your head down, do the work,

pick up your pay every Friday.

You agree with what the
picketers are after, right?

Didn't say that.

Look...

You want my advice?

Just focus on the job
and stay out of trouble.

Sturgeon made waves and
look what happened to him.

Huh.

Uh, I'll be right back.

- Are those Gauloises?
- They are.

Mind if I bum one? They're
so hard to find in Canada.

Yeah, my, uh, my sister
sends them from France.

- Hm. Lucky man.
- Mm-hmm.

You know a good spot to light
up without the bosses seeing?

Yeah, on the roof.
You'll need a key, though.

Don't suppose you'd be
willing to share that too?

Yeah. Uh, at the top of the stairwell.

There's a loose brick
with an X carved into it.

Right.

It appears to be rubber
dissolved with... Benzene.

Hm. Along with grease,

it suggests the killer
worked on the factory floor.

Mm.

This stitching along the
edge is rather distinctive.

One of a set. Perhaps Detective Watts

can find another one like it
in one of the worker's lockers.

It's possible.

Even if we don't find a match,

it's evidence we can keep in our pocket.

Very good. Very good.

Tired of doing the
work of two men, Bishop.

Don't knows what to tell ya.

How about "sorry" for starters?

You said that things would change
with Sturgeon out of the picture.

It's only been a day. Give it time.

We can talk about this later.

- Let's get back to it.
- Sure thing.

... and it is important, more than ever,

that we remain stalwart to our cause.

This seems to be becoming a habit.

- Mr. Dewala.
- I was about to telephone you.

Your bicycle is ready
and waiting at the shop.

Oh, very good. Thank you.

What brings you here?

Well, Mr. Bosworth
is a supplier of mine.

- And you?
- Oh. A case, I'm afraid.

I understand it's been very difficult

for some of the factory's
clients, given the strike.

I hope it's not affecting you too badly.

It has been hard.

Uh, I'm fairly new to
the automotive business

and Mr. Bosworth has
had me pay in advance.

Now I find I've paid for
stock I haven't received yet.

You must be hoping for a speedy
resolution to this strike then.

Uh, I've spoken with Mr. Roman Bosworth

and he's confident the strike
will end in a day or two.

Yeah, let's hope so.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Bishop quieted Farrow
the minute he saw me,

but they were definitely
discussing Sturgeon's death.

Yes. Mr. Farrow is the one I
was speaking with yesterday.

He wasn't shy with his
opinions then, either.

Have you been able to
find the second roof key?

Not as yet. It wasn't where
Farrow said it would be.

- He likely didn't know it was missing.
- I agree.

Bishop's our best suspect. I'll try to

- find out more information...
- Detective Murdoch?

What are you doing here?

Just making sure we haven't
missed anything, Miss Berger.

Alone? I thought I heard voices.

Oh, I, I was, ah,
going over things aloud.

I find it helps me to
work things through.

Very well.

- Have a pleasant day.
- And you, Miss Berger.

I should get back, see if
I can find the missing key.

Oh, and, uh, keep an eye
out for another one of these.

It was found on Mr. Sturgeon,

but I believe it belonged
to whoever attacked him

and finding another one like
it may point us to the killer.

Understood. See you after
the whistle blows, Detective.

- Hey, Nagy.
- Hm?

You just missed Bosworth Junior

shouting at Ernest to carry more hoses.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

And you'd think he'd take
it easy on the old man.

Ernest has been around since
Roy Bosworth was a junior.

Hm.

It's a shame, really.

Ah!

Here come the scabs!

Just try to ignore 'em, Bishop.

Hey, Bishop, you lousy scab!

I've had enough of this.

All right! Just take a breath!

That was completely unprovoked!

- Unprovoked? You called us scabs!
- Huh?

What would you prefer? Knobstick?

Stop where you are! Right now!

- You're coming with me.
- You should be arresting him!

Come on!

- Good day, Mr. Dewala.
- Oh, Detective Murdoch!

Good morning. I'll go
and fetch your bicycle.

All right.

Well, I do believe that these
new tires should be sufficient.

More than sufficient. Thank you.

- What do I owe you?
- A dollar fifty.

Ooh! Ha. Steeper than I recall.

Well, it's been a while
since you let a professional

tend to your bicycle.

Indeed. There you are.

Ah, thank you, Detective Murdoch.

Ah, and I do hope our
paths will cross again.

And if you or anyone
you know should require

automotive supplies, then...

- You'll be my first call.
- Thank you.

- Have a good day.
- You as well.

Why is one of my workers in your cells

and not Sergei Dimitrov?

Mr. Bishop instigated the violence.

- Sergei Dimitrov...
- Is dangerous and unpredictable!

There's no telling what he'll do.

My men have been at the
factory for three days.

Dimitrov's given no
hint of being dangerous.

I'd caution you against
dismissing my son's concerns

if you value your job, Inspector.

I'm simply relaying the facts.

Speaking of facts, is
it true that you provide

neither the time nor the space

for your employees to take breaks?

Every man is allotted
15 minutes for lunch.

Is that all? In a ten-hour shift?

More than what they got when
my father ran the factory.

That's no excuse.

I suggest you remedy
that issue immediately.

- We're not breaking the law.
- No.

But you're inadvertently
putting the factory at risk.

- What do you mean by that?
- I can't divulge any details.

But it would behoove you
to allow your employees

to break in a safe
and nonflammable area.

Are men smoking on site?

Those fools!

A stray ember could
torch the entire factory.

I thought you said you
could run the place!

I want that Dimitrov arrested.

Or do I have to call friends
on the Board of Control?

Why are you asking about Jay Sturgeon?

Did you or did you
not tell Francis Farrow

that things would change once
Sturgeon was out of the picture?

Yeah. Yes, I said it. And I meant it.

I thought the strike was
sure to end without Jay.

Doesn't mean I killed him.

No.

But this does.

Where'd you get that?

This is the workers' copy of
the rooftop key, is it not?

It's a key to the roof all
right, but it belongs to me.

- Mr. Bishop.
- I'm not lying!

A few of the senior guys
had keys of their own.

Just how many of these keys are there?

Five, maybe six.

Would any of these senior staff

have shared their key with Mr. Sturgeon?

No way. None of them are pro-strike.

Oh, if Jay was on the roof,

he got up there using a shared key.

You didn't ask for my two cents,

but I'll give 'em anyway.

For my money, it's
Dimitrov that killed Jay.

What makes you say that?

I saw them arguing the day
before Jay died, that's why.

What were they arguing about?

Who would lead the strike.

Jay and I didn't see eye to eye,

but at least he had the
workers' best interests at heart.

And Dimitrov?

He only cares about two
things in this world:

money and making a show of himself.

Do you believe what Mr. Bishop said?

Every lead should be investigated.

Detective Murdoch.

Miss Cherry.

We don't have time for
your questions right now.

You will. When you see this.

Care to tell me why you sent
a detective to work undercover?

That's confidential.

It won't be when I put
that photo on the front page

of tomorrow's Sentinel.

Why would you do something like that?

The public has the right to know

what the police are up to, that's why.

Miss Cherry, what do you want?

Justice, of course.

And an exclusive interview with you.

Not while the investigation is ongoing.

But once you've made an arrest?

I will answer a few
questions, on one condition.

What is it?

You tell me what you
know about Jay Sturgeon's

relationship with Sergei Dimitrov.

Have you seen anything that would
suggest that they were at odds?

Of course not.

They were comrades, brothers in arms.

Even brothers fight sometimes.

Would you happen to
know whether Mr. Dimitrov

is currently at the picket line or not?

As a matter of fact, I do.

What on earth would you do without me?

Don't answer that.

He's at the bar. By the factory.

Of course I didn't kill Jay.

Do you have an alibi to
back up that assertion?

Is my commitment to the
cause not sufficient?

Unfortunately, it's not, Mr. Dimitrov.

Well, I don't know
what else to tell you.

Need to go see man about a horse.

Keep an eye out. I'm
going to check his jacket.

What for?

- A roof key.
- Hm.

Ho!

That's a lot of money for
a factory worker on strike.

_

And I think I know how he earned it.

You think Roy Bosworth paid off
Sergei Dimitrov to kill Sturgeon?

It's the only logical
explanation for the money

in Dimitrov's pocket, given the note.

It's risky on Bosworth's part.

And why would Dimitrov accept?

Money's a powerful motivator.

I suppose corruption isn't
limited to capitalists.

Not in my experience.

Do you think you could
search Bosworth's office

for any evidence of the payoff?

I'll do my best.

I'm exhausted.

I don't know how these workers
do it day in and day out.

You!

Why would you do this?

Did the strikers pay you?

What? No. I'm a police detective.

Call the fire department now.

- What are you doing?
- I need to search Bosworth's office.

- You can't go in there.
- This is urgent, Miss Berger.

It's locked.

Give me the key or I'll
break the door down.

Miss Cherry, have you
seen Detective Watts?

- No, why?
- Uh, I fear he may be inside.

Oh!

Miss Berger, you were inside?

Yes, with the detective.

Watts, are you all right?

We got the ledger, but
we were nearly trapped.

It was only thanks to Miss Berger...

I made it out alive.

Roberts, look into getting
medical help for these two.

Yes, sir.

- May I?
- I'm afraid not.

Uh, that ledger may
contain crucial evidence.

So the detective said, and
if they're breaking the law,

then I won't be a part of that,
but I need to see it for myself.

This is private property
and I take my role

at Bosworth Rubber seriously.

So I would be willing to
look for suspicious activity

in the company accounts myself

and report to you
anything unusual I find.

Are you sure you wouldn't
like some tea, Miss Berger?

I'm fine, thank you.

And you're certain
you're familiar enough

with the company books to recognize

- any fraudulent entries?
- Of course.

Mr. Bosworth is very meticulous,

but if he's done anything
untoward, I'll find it.

Hm. And if she doesn't?

Miss Cherry has agreed
to share her photos

- from the last few days.
- Hm.

I've found something.

A suspicious entry was made Monday.

The day before Jay Sturgeon was killed.

There's a withdrawal noted
as being for office supplies,

but I buy those with petty cash.

- How much was it for?
- 25 dollars.

Along with a note, I found 22 dollars

in Sergei Dimitrov's pocket.

I'd say we've found
our man. Or rather, men.

First thing tomorrow, we'll
speak to Dimitrov and Bosworth.

Mr. Bosworth Junior.

Excuse me?

It was Roman, not Mr. Bosworth,

who made the fraudulent entry.

Can tell by the handwriting.

That little pipsqueak
was behind all this?

Leave him to me, Murdoch.

Please don't send me to jail.

That all depends on you
telling me the truth, Roman.

All right, fine!

I, I, I did pay off Sergei Dimitrov.

But, but I swear, I never
thought he'd kill anybody.

Keep talking.

All I wanted him to do
was sideline Sturgeon

and take control of the
striking workers himself.

The plan was, once he did that,

he would work with you to end the strike

no matter if it benefitted
the workers or not.

We had to start filling orders
or we were going to go bankrupt.

- Let's say I believe you.
- You must!

Why didn't the strike end
after Mr. Sturgeon was killed?

Dimitrov double-crossed me!

He took my money,

got rid of Sturgeon and
then refused to negotiate.

You knew all this, and
yet you never came forward?

I'm frightened for my life!

Sergei Dimitrov killed a man!

He probably set fire
to the factory, too.

If it wasn't bad enough
to welch on our deal,

he had to go ahead and set
my inheritance up in flames.

A man was killed.

And you're worried
about your inheritance.

I'm sorry, I, I, I didn't mean it.

Look, none of this is my fault.

- On the contrary.
- Where are you going?

Please, I, I need
protection from that man!

You'll get protection. In the cells.

Roman Bosworth is afraid of me?

He believes you killed Jay Sturgeon.

Conniving little...

Like I said yesterday,

I did no such thing.

You should be looking at Roman.

Roman Bosworth paid you.

To talk to Jay into stepping down,

which is why we fought.

I was going to do what
Roman had asked, but...

I suppose he grew impatient.

You seriously believe that
Roman Bosworth is a murderer?

I do.

That's why I kept the strike
going after Jay was killed.

How could I negotiate
with Roman after what he...

Jay was my comrade.

A comrade you were prepared
to sideline for 25 dollars.

I needed the money.

But I swear to you, I would never
have hurt Jay, let alone kill him.

What about the fire, Mr. Dimitrov?

Nothing to do with me.

I have alibi.

Any number of people can attest to it.

Sir.

Mr. Dimitrov was telling the truth.

Patrons at the bar saw him right up
until the moment the fire started.

And Roman Bosworth is still a
suspect in Mr. Sturgeon's murder.

But he's not stupid enough
to burn down a factory

- he's set to inherit.
- No.

So, no one witnessed anyone

going into the factory
before the fire started.

What's this?

Is that a plank accessing the roof?

I saw no plank when I was up there.

Look at this image Miss Cherry took

before the fire started. No plank.

And then there is one.

And then, as the smoke began
to billow out of the building,

no plank.

Meaning...

That's how the arsonist
got into the building.

I'd like to get these
to the station house

to test for fingermarks.

Sir?

This is the same grey substance

that we found on the
killer's handkerchief.

But if that's so, then...

Then the killer and the arsonist

are one and the same.

Wait a minute!

What is this?

What is it, sir?

These aren't new tires at all!

Mr. Dewala simply painted
over my original tires

with some kind of rubber.

I know who killed Mr. Sturgeon.

Sir, look.

Notice of foreclosure.

Huh. The strike must have
finished Mr. Dewala's business.

- Mr. Dewala, stop!
- Hey!

- You stay on him!
- Yes, sir.

There's no way out, Mr. Dewala.

Damn this car and damn the Bosworths!

It's all their fault.

You're coming with us
to the station house.

That was some mighty fast riding, sir.

- I don't know how you got ahead of him.
- Took a shortcut,

one only a bicycle could take.

So much for the triumph of automobiles.

I believe this is one of yours.

I also found this in your
shop and fingermark evidence

confirms that it was recently
in Jay Sturgeon's possession.

I know you killed him, Mr. Dewala.

But what I would like to know is why.

I just needed to get my tires.

Via the roof?

I guessed it was the most
surreptitious way to enter.

But you ran into Jay Sturgeon.

I didn't expect him to block my way.

We were on the same side!

There was a physical altercation?

Told him I needed the
tires that I've paid for.

He said nothing could leave the factory

as it would weaken
the strikers' position.

We argued,

it got physical.

I didn't mean for him
to fall off the roof.

Did you mean to set
fire to the building?

You didn't believe the
strike would end soon,

despite what Roman said.

For my business to survive,

I needed to get out of my contract

and find another supplier.

But neither Roy or Roman
Bosworth would allow it.

I had to force their hand.

By setting fire to their factory.

You have to understand, Detective, I...

I'm a victim here, too,

squeezed between two opposing forces.

Be that as it may,

you will have to pay for your actions.

I imagine Roman Bosworth
was still fairly angry

- when he was released from our cells.
- Oh, yes.

But I've dealt with
enough men like him before

- not to rise to the bait.
- Mm.

Factory was condemned, but
the Bosworths plan to rebuild.

Perhaps this time they'll include
a break area for their workers.

Well, Miss Cherry pledges
to keep up her campaigning

for better working
conditions if they come back.

I know one who won't.

I put in a word for Miss Berger

with Chief Constable Brackenreid.

She will be the city's first
female Morality Officer.

- Oh!
- Oh!

You take bright minds
where you find them.

That's how the world progresses.

Don't you agree, Detective?

Yes, I do.

Thank you.

That is going to make for
quite a front page tomorrow.

Now for that exclusive interview
you promised me, Detective.

- Ah, yes.
- So will you be operating

out of Station House Four, Miss Berger?

I'll have an office
in Station House One.

It's larger and tidier.

Hm. Hm.

Is everything all right?

I'm not yet sure what
it is, Detective Watts,

but there's something...

unusual about you.

Is that a compliment, or...

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