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You busted
Petrucci out? Why?

Petrucci
killed my brother

three years ago.

It’s time for payback.

- Come with me
if you want to live.

Go get ’em!

- You wanna take down Vaughan
and Colangelo,

you have to do it on your own.

- Toronto Constabulary.

Keep your hands where
we can see them, gentlemen.

Detective,
even you must admit

the Black community
in this city is not

well-protected by the police.

- I’m sure you’re right.
But vigilante justice

is not the answer.

- I’m here to protect you.

- I fear Miss Hart
has gotten herself

mixed up in something
she can’t handle.

- People trust you.
- They’ll pay if you show them

you’re not scared.

- Station House Four
and its staff

have been declared redundant.

You, as well, Mrs. Crabtree.

- This isn’t over, Vaughan.

- I think it very much is.

- Three bodies in a few days.

Mm-hmm.

- Male, early forties.

There are already two bodies
in the storage,

but we’ll squeeze him in.
- Mm-hmm.

- Deal with him in the morning.
You could go home now.

- Detective Murdoch.
- What are you doing here?

- Retirement or not,
it’s becoming increasingly

difficult to avoid crime scenes,

especially one so close
to home. What happened?

- A body was delivered
last evening.

Unfortunately, I only
took a cursory look.

Male, mid-forties.
- And?

- I believe whatever did this

was hidden inside
the man’s body.

- Good God.

- What I don’t understand
is why.

- Could someone be
wishing you harm?

- If they were,
they wouldn’t do it here.

- Well, I guess this would be
the best way of hiding

the cause of death. Not yours,
but whoever was brought in.

And I suppose the fact
that you’re still here

means the Board of Control
has no objection

to your neighbourhood
safety program?

- To the contrary.

They and I applaud Miss Hart’s
initiatives.

Neighbours
caring for neighbours.

The very definition
of good governance

is to keep government
out of people’s business.

What an horrendous incident.

Truly glad you were unharmed.

- Thank you.

- And you, Mr. Murdoch.

What brings you here?

I would have thought
you’d be off somewhere

enjoying your retirement.

- Miss Hart,
what’s the current condition

of the other bodies that
were in your cold storage?

- Largely incinerated,
I’m afraid.

- Well, then I suppose
that means their causes of death

remain a mystery also.

- A mystery the active members
of the Toronto Constabulary

will soon solve.

Good day, Mr. Murdoch.

- Were you at least able
to ascertain their identities?

- I said good day, Mr. Murdoch.

This morgue is city property.

And you are not welcome.

- Mrs. Crabtree, the file.
- Thank you.

- I can’t be here long. I have
to return before they notice.

- Yes.
- Here. Here.

- Thank you, Sarah.

Neither Mr. Colangelo
nor Mr. Petrucci’s men

taken into custody
are facing charges.

- They’ve all been dropped.

- Where are they now?
Are they being held somewhere?

- They were all free to go
on the mayor’s orders.

- All right. Anything else?

- Well, it’s gossip.

- Always up for some.

- The mayor’s wife has moved out
of their house.

They had the most
horrendous fight,

right in the office.
- No! Why?

- I don’t think she can put up
with his shenanigans anymore.

Please, I have to get back.
- Yes.

- We all miss having you
around the office.

- I miss being there.

Do you think you could find out

where the mayor’s wife
is staying?

- I’ll do what I can.

- In my humble opinion,

the better goalkeeper
in England,

and, by definition, the world,
is Teddy Davidson.

Be gone with you.

The only lad
on The Wednesday

worth talking about
is Peter Warren.

- You’re only saying that
because he’s Irish.

- Exactly. Anyway, why waste
your breath on The Wednesday

when the only team
worth supporting

are the Glasgow Celtic?

All the best Scottish players

play in England.
That’s why Celtic

have got a terrible team
at the moment.

You might be right about that,

especially when compared
to the one that lost

ten-nil to the Villa.

- There’s no need to go on
about that, Ryan.

That was a one-off, a debacle.
That won’t happen again.

- Well, at least the Celtic play
for the right side, don’t they?

- And there’s no need to go on
about religion, either.

That is one way to ruin sport.

By the way,
what happened to your hair?

- This?

You know the story of Samson?

- Oh! Look who’s here.

Everyone turns
to drink eventually,

especially when left idle.
What’re you having?

- I’ll have a spruce beer,
please.

- A spruce... the devil is that?

- He’s still a teetotal.

- Ah, I’ll make you a cuppa.
It’s the best I can do.

- Thank you.

- So how did you find me?

- Your wife as much as
drew me a map.

I take it you’ve heard about
the explosion at the morgue?

- Terrible accident.
- But if it was going to happen,

the morgue is as good
a place as any.

- It wasn’t an accident.

- Go on.
- Miss Hart believes

it was a bomb.
- A bomb?

Placed inside one
of the victim’s bodies.

- Bloody hell. Was anyone hurt?

- Thankfully, no.

But there was something
interesting about it.

- Ah, ah! Let it steep, man.

Don’t be ruining it.
That’s Barry’s Gold

you’re drinking.

- What’s more interesting
than a bomb in a cadaver?

- The first person on scene

was none other than
Chadwick Vaughan.

- Is that right?

Do you think this
is his handiwork?

If it was, this could be
a chance to get our jobs back.

- Who says that’s what I want?
I might be perfectly content

spending the rest of my days
in this pub talking football

with Mr. Ryan, even though
he knows bugger all about it.

- Says the man who supports
The Wednesday.

- Mr. Ryan,

have you seen Mr. Colangelo
or Mr. Petrucci’s men about?

- Not since you arrested them.

Been peaceful ever since.

- It’s funny, isn’t it?
That none of them

saw the inside of a courtroom

once that Vaughan
took possession of them.

I thought you only
wanted to discuss football?

Not if their guts
are decorating the morgue.

What do you know about Sampson?

There really
isn’t much to examine.

- But something?

- There’s always something.

There were three bodies
in the cold storage

at the time of the explosion.

I have yet to determine
an exact cause of death.

- Who were they?
- Tony Petrucci.

And...

Mark Colangelo.

Bodies were incinerated.

So I don’t know how they died.

- Enemies in life.
Friends in death.

What about the one who had
a terrible case of heartburn?

- I hadn’t had a chance
to identify him yet.

- It was likely Ed Miller.

He was brought in when we were
rounding up Tony Petrucci’s men.

- But wasn’t there
another fella?

- Bobby Marano.

But I don’t think
it was Marano.

How tall was the victim
that was brought in here?

- Easily six-one, six-two.
- Right.

Marano is five-foot
eight inches at most.

- So is Marano going to be next?

- Or is he behind all of this?

- Vaughan is behind all of this.

And if Marano is involved,
it’s at Vaughan’s request.

- Well, that may be.
- We still need to find him.

And we will. I think
we will need some help on this.

- I suppose this one will do.

- Now make sure to keep that one
out of the sun.

I know what they say
about plants and sunshine,

but too much will cause
a delicate creature like Emily

to shrivel and die.

- Emily?
- Uh, that’s her name.

Ha. Are you in the habit
of naming all of your plants?

- Only the ones I’m fond of.

- Huh.
- And I am quite fond of Emily.

- Well, I would hate to break
the two of you up then.

You might want to work on
your sales technique, Watts.

- Oh, she didn’t deserve
Emily anyway.

Detective, Chief Constable,
good to see you.

- You, as well.
- So, what’s going on?

- What do you mean,
what’s going on?

- You two together. First time
I’ve seen either of you

in some time.
There must be a reason for that.

- How would you like
your old job back?

- The station has been
recommissioned?

- Not exactly.

- But we aim to see
that that happens.

- Well, I’ve grown quite fond
of plants.

But it’s best not to let
a pastime become your vocation.

You do that and you have
nothing to turn your mind to,

and then life is nothing
but universal sameness.

- So is that a yes?

- Hm.

Thank you.

Um...

I don’t want this.

- Is something wrong, sir?

- They’re ice cold.

- It’s a shrimp cocktail.
- So?

It’s supposed
to be served cold.

- Don’t try to pull
a fast one on me.

Heat this up, please.
- As you wish.

- Gentlemen.
- Ah, would you like a seat?

Ah, Serge! Could you set another
couple of places, please?

- We’re not staying.
- Hm.

- There’s been an incident.

We may have a chance
to get Vaughan.

- So what do you say, Higgins?

Do you want to remain
a kept man,

or do want to do something
useful with your life?

- I am doing something
with my life, sir.

I’m enjoying it.

- Come on, Murdoch.

This one’s probably
no use to us, anyway.

- Uh, wait!

Ruthie’s getting tired of me
laying about the house, anyway.

Ah, garçon?
To my usual account, please.

- How’s business?

- Well, let’s just say I almost
got my second case yesterday.

But one look at an Asian man...

- So, booming?

My only client so far
has been that one’s wife.

- My wife?
- She likes to keep tabs on you.

- Tabs, on me. Why?

- If I could be blunt,

your wife’s reasoning
is somewhat beyond me.

But she does pay well.

Are you looking for my help?

We’re going after
Mayor Vaughan. Interested?

- He fired me.
- Of course I’m interested.

But he’s a slippery fish.

You heard about
the explosion at the morgue?

- I did.
- We believe Vaughan

was behind that.

- We know Vaughan’s been behind
a lot of things,

but nothing sticks to the man.

I thought you were more
of a fighter than that, Albert.

Right, then. We’ll let you get
back to your business

of watching this one
make an ass of himself.

- Sir, I’ve not been making--

While we try
and take down Vaughan.

- There is no try.

- What’s that?

- There is no try. Only do.

I heard that once,

a long, long time ago.
Let me pack up.

- Roberts.

- Yes, sir.

- Keeping out of trouble?
- Best I can.

- Teddy, how would you like
your old job--

- Yes.

Yes.

- I think he’d do it for free.

Bobby Marano
is a hired killer.

- Capable of putting
a bomb in a body?

Right now,
he’s our best chance.

Miss Hart, I know you’ve yet
to complete your investigation,

but do you have
an approximate time of--?

- The exploding man.

Uh, I would say
in the last twenty-four hours.

- Right. So Marano could still
be in town.

Right now, finding him
is our top priority.

- Roberts, go and see
if you can round up

the rest of the constables.
- Yes, sir.

- Gentlemen.
- Starting without me?

- You said you may have
found something

at the Crown Attorney’s office?
- Yes.

They all miss me terribly.

Mayor Vaughan has seen to it
that all of the men in custody

have the charges
against them dropped.

But I have no idea
where they are now.

You’re not telling us
anything we don’t know already.

- Is that so?

Well, do you also know
that Vaughan has himself

a new enemy?

One more formidable
than any he has ever met.

- Who’s that?

- Thank you so much

for the seltzer water,
you handsome gentleman.

So I heard you want to go after
my husband.

Well, I’m here to help you
take the bastard down.

- How can you help us,
Mrs. Vaughan?

- I no longer go by that name.

Noelle will do. That is,
if I can call you William.

- You can call me Tommy.
- That’s all right.

Uh, Noelle, what can you
tell me about your husband’s

involvement in this recent
explosion at the City Morgue?

- I saw him reading a newspaper
account and he chuckled.

- Is that it?

- He did mention something about
a Bobby Marano

being a devious bastard,
but I hardly listened.

I was preparing to leave him.

- Um, you say you want
to help us

take down your husband.

Do you have something
you can offer us?

- Well, there are his
naughty papers.

- Naughty papers?

You won’t get Mr. Vaughan
by going after him directly.

You need the Board of Control
to want to take him down.

- Doesn’t explain what these
naughty papers are.

- You’re a cute one, aren’t you?

Chadwick kept a list
of every illegal thing

done by every
member of the board.

You threaten to go public
with their indiscretions,

and they will oust my husband.

- Do you have this list?

- We could get our hands on it.

- And what do you want
from all this?

- I want to see my husband
humiliated and destroyed.

That’s all.

I’ll bring them to you, William.

I’ll just need
your address, darling.

- Oh. Uh, it’s probably best

if they go to Mrs. Crabtree’s
office.

If it’s evidence,
I would hate to have

to face accusations
of tampering.

- Shame, but as you like.

- I’ll walk you out.
- I can walk you out.

- That’s all right.

Gentlemen.

She’s very funny.

So, what do you think, Murdoch?

- I would hate to risk
the reputation

of every member of City Council.

Vaughan’s list
could be all lies.

Even if they are,
we can still use them

in our favour. I need a drink.

- You’re not comfortable
with all this?

- Well, if it’s all true, yes.
Of course.

But I’m not willing to take
Chadwick Vaughan’s word for it.

- We need to find Bobby Marano.

- Uh, I might be able
to help with that.

- You?

- His name is Robert Marano.

He goes by Bobby.

- Oh. I’m more than familiar
with him.

He’s in here all the time.

18-ounce ribeye
drenched in Béarnaise.

Uh, recently?

- Not in the last few days.

He said something about a job
he was looking forward to doing.

- Mm.
- Well, if you do see him

again soon,
please call us at, uh--

- If you do see him, uh,
please call this number.

- I see.
- Uh, are you with the police?

- Oh, once upon a time.
- Currently I’m a florist.

- Is that so?
- Well, we do have some plants

here in dire need of attention.

- Oh.
- Perhaps you can minister

to them. You scratch my back,
I’ll scratch yours.

- That could be arranged, uh...?

- Serge.
- Serge.

- And he’s Llewelyn.
Thank you very much.

- This world is a funny place.

You think it’s a risky place,
instead it’s a morgue.

- I’m fine.

You think someone
may have been targeting you?

- Ah, Miss Hart.

All is well, I trust.

- Yes.

- No ruffians causing trouble
in your establishment?

- Not as of late.

- Good. Very good.

It seems your neighbourhood
safety program is working.

- Well, that and the increased
police presence,

which we thank you for.

Well, you know me.

It’s important all the citizens
of this great city

are treated equally.

No matter what race.

Speaking of which,

I heard the disgraced members
of Station House Four

were in your establishment
last evening.

- Yes. Yes, they were.

- Just a hail-fellow-well-met
reunion?

- I think so.
- And I believe my wife

made an appearance.

Do you know why?

- I think she just happened
to be there by chance.

- She said you two had a spat.
She wanted to cool off.

- I doubt she could do that.

My Nollie always runs hot.

Always had a weakness
for a woman like that.

Well, if there’s anything
you think I should be aware of,

please, let me know.

I shall be discussing
the allocation

of police officers
at the next council meeting.

Might be time to snip
some loose ends.

- We never should have got
in bed with that man.

- I think it’s best we stay
on his good side.

- The Devil doesn’t
have a good side.

- And you eat off this table?
- Of course.

- These things came from
inside a human body.

- Nothing a bit of soap
and water can’t solve.

- So what do you know?

I’m certain that
these are all pieces

from the device that exploded
in the morgue.

- Is there any way we can
find out who planted it?

I had hoped to find
fingermarks, or... something.

But no luck?

- Bloody hell.
- This is ridiculous.

We’re the best coppers
in Toronto

and we’re sat ’round
a kitchen table.

- It’s not the tools,
Chief Constable.

It’s the skill
of the men using them.

- That may be true,
but as of now,

the only thing on our side
is Vaughan’s soon-to-be ex-wife.

- Ah. But a woman scorned
is a potent ally.

- Be careful with these.

And you be careful, as well.

Put me through
to William Murdoch

at the Regent Arms.

What is it you
want to say, Henry?

- Who says I want
to say anything?

- All right.

I thought you
already had a, uh--

- He moved.
- Is that what you’re asking?

Miss Cherry.
What’s this all about?

- Officers from Station House
One shut down my newspaper.

- Did they give a reason?

- Orders from Mayor Vaughan.

He said my newspaper
is a threat to peace,

order, and good government.

Is it?

- Well, I should hope so.

Is that not
the role of the press?

- Have they laid charges?

- Not yet.

But they will
if I return to publishing.

- We need to get rid
of that man.

Muzzling the free press is
the first step to dictatorship.

Anything arrive for me?

Seems we’ll be going
to dinner tonight, Henry.

Bobby Marano made
a reservation at Dario’s.

- Hm. I’ll be able
to try the duck.

Uh-huh.

Choi, have a look at this.

Alderman Pearson.
He’s a cheeky chappy.

- Oh, ho, ho.
- Twice weekly visits

to Madam Sophie’s. Oh, ho, ho.

- So you’re familiar
with that place?

Uh, my only business
as a private investigator

was tailing delinquent husbands.

- And did Higgins ever...?

- No. Henry only ate
at fine restaurants

and shopped for ridiculously
expensive curios.

The rest of the time
he simply... idled.

- Idled?
- He did absolutely nothing.

He would sit at a park
and stare into nothing.

- Seems Councillor McGargle’s
a proper tosspot.

- Hm.
- And look at this Walliams.

He’s a randy bugger.
He’s been paying the lodgings

of three separate young women.

Something I imagine
he would not want public.

So, there is no way
to link Chadwick Vaughan

to the bombing of the morgue?

- Nor to the deaths of the men
who were found inside.

Vaughan wouldn’t
get his hands dirty.

Or bloody. And, yet,
someone did all of this.

- Any idea who?

- I’m leaning toward a man
named Bobby Marano,

a hit man with no
particular allegiance

to anyone,
so long as he gets paid.

Seems the city of Toronto
has a paid killer on the books.

- Yes.

- Right. So, the only way
to get Vaughan

is to sully the reputation
of every man on City Council.

- This is unbelievable!
- So it would seem.

Look at all
that money spent.

- I will be taking that now.
- Uh, are you sure?

- I am a lawyer. I have a very
secure safe at home.

Gentlemen.

- There is a reservation
for Marano.

Mr. Bobby Marano?

- Who’s asking?

We are friends
of a man named Tucker.

- Oh yeah, him.

Red-headed mook.

Kinda dumb. How’s he doing?

- He’s dead.

- That so?

That’s a shame.

He was young, wasn’t he?

What do you want with me?

- I have a couple of questions

about what you’ve been
up to recently.

- You two used to be cops,
didn’t you?

You looking for work
or something?

- No.

You know,
I’ve seen you around.

You’re the fellow who signs
his wife’s name to every bill.

You’re a legend around here,

the kept man
of a moving picture star.

Wonder what she gets up to
when you’re...

stuffing your face in here.

You watch your mouth.

Ah, just curious about
the incident at the morgue.

- Oh, yeah, I heard about that.

Seems like a lot of effort
for nothing.

- What do you mean?

Killing people
who are already dead.

Who’d do that?

You all right?

Yeah, I ju--

- Oh, oh! Ah!

- Serge! Get some help.

- Wake up!

You can’t be sleeping here.

Get up.

Mrs. Crabtree?

Are you all right?
- Where is it?

- What?
- I-I-I had a book.

A ledger. It was red.

- Uh, can’t see anything.
- Damn!

There’s no need
for that language.

- I need to find that book.

- There’s nothing around here.

- I have to speak to Chief
Constable Brackenreid.

- Ew.

Serge said Bobby Marano
ate there three days a week.

- Serge?

- Ah, he’s a waiter.

And you’re already
on a first-name basis?

- Serge said Marano always
ate the same meal,

ribeye with Béarnaise sauce.

Was his face swollen
when you spoke with him?

- No.
- Was he perspiring?

Red in the face?
- Neither.

The staff mentioned
seeing a man in the kitchen

that afternoon.
When they asked who he was,

he said he was
a health inspector.

- Do we have a description
of this man?

- No. I’ll talk to Serge.

- Do say hello to him for me.

- Miss Hart, task at hand.

Ah, right. As soon
as I identify the poison,

I will let you know. Conditions
are still less than ideal.

Of course.

- Excuse me.

City Morgue.

Yes. I will tell him.

Chief Constable Brackenreid

would like you to meet him
at Ryan’s.

- Oh. Thank you.
- Detective?

You’re enjoying this,
aren’t you?

- Murder?

- Being back on the job.

- As someone we know
likes to say,

"Let the dog see the rabbit."

- Are you sure you’re all right?

- I’ve been accident-prone
my entire life.

It’s left me with
an extremely hard head.

Should I try
to contact George?

He’s in Windsor meeting
with someone from back home.

- Did you get a look
at who hit you?

- No.

We searched for
the red ledger. No trace of it.

I have a question

for youse all.
- Fire away.

- When’d my bar become
a police station?

- A Fenian bar.

This is the last place
that Vaughan would look for us.

Cheers.

- You’re doing a public service.

Ah, well, perhaps somebody
other than the Chief Constable

could order a drink?

Might be a public service,
but it’s not a charity.

- Uh, I’ll take a gimlet.

It’s the wrong
bloody bar for that.

Ah, must be a bit of a shock,

you being within the walls
of a place like this.

- I’ve been inside worse.

Oh, do I sense that there
might be a bit of a story there?

Mr. Ryan,
if you would, please?

- Oh, I think I’m being
hospitable

considering you threw
my wife in jail.

- Your wife did murder someone.

- Well, uh, there is that. Boys.

Miss Hart.
- Mr. Ryan.

- What have you, Miss Hart?

- Mr. Marano died from ingesting
a lethal amount of ricin.

The Béarnaise sauce
was heavily spiced,

so he wouldn’t have
noticed the taste.

- So Marano is a dead end.
- Literally.

- And had nothing to do with
the assault on Mrs. Crabtree.

- It is possible that whoever
poisoned Mr. Marano

was also responsible
for the attack.

- That seems likely.
- So Vaughan got someone else

to do his dirty work.
Bloody typical.

A real man carries his own bags.
Isn’t that right, Higgins?

- Still, we know we have members
of the Board of Control

we can lean on
to get rid of Vaughan.

But without Vaughan’s
naughty papers, we have nothing.

- Well, it seems there is only
one conclusion here.

- What’s that?
- In order to solve a crime,

we are going to need
to commit one.

- Ah, bingo!
- All right, in you go.

You stay right here.
- And do what?

- Stand guard.

Stand guard...

Hm.

- Oh, what a bloody mess.

Miss it?

Oh, sir,
I must confess I certainly do.

Well, if things go well,
you’ll be back here soon enough.

- No time for reminiscing,
gentlemen.

As the Detective said,
we’re breaking the law here,

so let’s get the surveillance
equipment and get out.

- It appears Vaughan’s men have
left most of my things behind.

Uh, sir, if you could gather up
these surveillance cameras,

there should be about
a half a dozen.

Yes. This is the parabolic
microphone I was working on.

And what do you propose
we do with all of this stuff?

- Well, use it, sir.

You can’t very well catch a rat
without setting a trap.

- You can’t do that.

- I most certainly can.

As well as holding the position
of mayor,

I’m also acting Chief Constable.

As such, I’m responsible
for the allocation

of police resources.

- So you’re pulling patrols
from our neighbourhoods?

- I prefer protecting
friends than enemies.

- So now I’ve become your enemy?

- You’ve been assisting a gang
of rogue police officers.

That makes you an enemy
in my book.

But you have the ability
to reverse my decision

if you cease and desist.

Oh, and, uh,
give my best to Mrs. Crabtree.

I heard she suffered
a terrible attack last night.

You women really should be
more careful after dark.

- Well, I don’t want
to say I told you.

- Then don’t.

Should I let
Mr. Buchanan know?

- He’s in Boston on his studies.
I’ll handle it.

- Well, you think so.
- Funny man, Mr. Buchanan.

Proposes to you and
then lights off for Boston

for a year.

Will anyone buy
at least one drink?

- Special Constable Berger
has identified

potential locations
where we can mount these.

- Sophie’s is a house
of ill repute

I hope none of you
are familiar with.

- Point this directly
at the door.

- Yes, sir.
- Building 17 on Wharf Street

houses an illegal distillery.

The aptly named
Councillor McGargle

is known to frequent there.

- These are photographs
of the people

we are most interested in

furnished directly
from the walls of City Hall.

- This camera is set to take
photographs every 30 seconds.

This microphone is set
to pick up conversations

and record them
at a distance of 50 feet.

- Ah, Miss Hart.
- Miss Hart.

What are you--?

- What can I do to help

bring that bastard down?

- Throw a party

for the members
of the Board of Control

at your nightclub.

- What are you two up to?

We’re repairing some
of the electrical... wires.

- Why bother?
- Power company raised the rates.

No one can afford it now.

Just doing
what we’re told, sir.

- Perfect. I think that

it’s pointed directly
at Sophie’s.

- Hm. So, what do we do now?

- Have a cocktail, I suppose.

Camera’s doing the dirty work.

- All right. On you.

- It should work.

I’m sure it’s not how George
intended his writing to be used.

Will Dumont definitely
runs an illegal still in there.

You are aware
that by doing this,

we are destroying
people’s lives.

- Yes,

the very same people
who are doing their best

to destroy ours.

Besides, they’re not people,
they’re politicians.

- Still, we enforce unjust laws
on people

who cause no one harm.
We do it every day.

- Watts, if you don’t want
to be involved in this,

don’t be. Go back to talking
to your bloody flowers.

- Just pointing out the irony.

- Don’t let me down.

- What are you doing up here?
And what is that thing?

- Uh...

Is a fire detection

alarm system, ma’am.

- A what?
- Yeah. Like I say.

It, ah, make alarm sound

if it senses smoke
in the building.

Well, sad to say,
there’s plenty of that in here.

All sorts of comings and goings
I don’t approve of.

- Well, suppose we see
if it’s a-working.

- Most of my other devices
simply take photographs

that are developed
and viewed later.

This Tele-Vision

transmits images instantly,

all right here.

- Fascinating.
- Once my other devices

have done their work,

we will develop
and view those images.

If there is anything, we’ll show
it to the Board of Control.

The hope is that they
will get rid

of Chadwick Vaughan themselves.

- So is this the future
of policing?

Let the machines do the work?

- It’s a way of viewing
wrongdoing

without putting
anyone at risk.

- Well, I could certainly use

one of your machines
at the Star Bright.

- Are you sure?
- It feels... rather...

- Wrong. I know.

But we need to get
Station House Number Four

operational again.

And I’m sure you would like
your job back.

This is the way to do it.

- Ooh, William.

Oh, darling.

I can see why
you need your job back.

- What can we do for you?
- I know who assaulted you,

Mrs. Crabtree.
It was my husband’s assistant,

Randall.

He returned home last night
with his naughty papers.

- Did he now?

Where is this Randall?

Lunching at
the Bard and Barrister.

- I see.
- Uh, you’re not going anywhere.

You took a nasty
blow to the head.

I’ll go find him.

You go home, coroner’s orders.

Uh, Miss Hart,
don’t you do anything either.

- Oh, just going to find
a constable

and have him arrested.

Effie.

- I hope you don’t mind,
but I’d love to stay

and watch you fiddle.

- Where are you off to
in such a hurry?

- Off to have a conversation
with someone

who attacked Mrs. Crabtree.

- Attacked Effie?

Mind if I tag along?

- Miss Cherry?

- I’ve been taking lessons,

filling my time
since Mayor Vaughan

shuttered my newspaper.
Become quite adept.

- Excuse me! What are you doing
on the street with a weapon?

- Officer Berger,

just the person
we’re looking for.

Would you care
to make an arrest?

- This invention is really
quite something.

You really are a clever man.

Oh, I know him.

That’s Alderman Pearson.

He’s a scoundrel.

- Perhaps you should
leave this to me.

I-I wouldn’t want this
investigation

to become compromised.

- Of course, Detective.

I’m sure you’re not comfortable
with being compromised.

- You there. Randall?

- What do you want?
- A moment of your time.

- Well, you’re not having it.

- You attacked my friend
last night.

- A friend who stole something
from my boss. Get lost.

- Hey, I’m not finished
with you.

- Sir, you are under arrest.

You’re going to stop me
with that little pig-sticker?

- Seems an appropriate weapon.

- What did you do?
- It’s a solution

made of cayenne pepper.

Find it useful
to keep in my club.

Here, I’ll help you
to the nearest station house.

- I’d rather hoped to use this.

Oh, Andrew,
you are a devil.

If you like,
I can fetch Alison, as well.

- I thought you said
you were leaving me.

- I could never leave you,
Chadwick.

Not with so many
things unresolved.

- Gentlemen.
- Thank you for attending.

Mayor Vaughan has asked me
to arrange this gathering

to show his deep appreciation
for your support.

- What is this?

- You’ll see.

Did you give the Detective
the book?

- I did.

Some of you may know me
as Detective William Murdoch

of the recently decommissioned
Station House Number Four.

My career,
and that of my colleagues,

has been unjustly cut short

thanks to the actions
of the man serving as mayor.

- Cut to the chase, Murdoch.

You certainly know how

to please a man.

Ah, Andrew,
you’re a devil.

That shrew
will never let me go.

- That’s you, that’s you.
- That’s me.

- You?!

- That is you!
- That’s me!

- This is terrible.
This is terrible.

- How did you get that?!

We were able to obtain
these recordings and images

thanks to an exhaustive
list of files

that Mayor Vaughan keeps
on each and every one of you.

As you can see,
we have very thorough record

of all of your misdeeds.

Our evidence
and Vaughan’s papers

will be made public if Vaughan
is still mayor tomorrow morning.

However, if not,

then what you see
will never leave this room.

Ball is in your court,
gentlemen.

- You betrayed me.

- C’est la vie, darling.

- What she said.

- I’ll see you tomorrow morning
at Station House Four

bright and early, me ol’ mucker.

- There you are, Emily.

- Thank you for getting
our jobs back.

It’s nice to get
out of the house.

- So you can go back to sitting
around here all day.

- Better than sitting
at home, sir.

- Mm-hmm.

The board voted unanimously

for Vaughan to be removed
from office last night.

We’ve all been reinstated,
including Mrs. Crabtree.

- Ah.
- What was Vaughan’s reaction?

- He volunteered to step down.

- Where is he now?
- He left town last night.

He went home straight
from the council meeting,

was out the door in minutes.
- Any idea where he went?

- Not a clue.
- But he’s out of our hair

and that’s all that matters.
- But, sir,

Vaughan is responsible
for several murders.

And one day,
he will be brought to justice.

But until then, just sit back
and enjoy the moment,

me ol’ mucker.
You’re back. Oh, and Higgins.

- Sir?
- Put the kettle on.

- Sir.

- Right, then, lads,

now that you’re all settled in,

we’re off to the Star Bright,

and I’m buying the drinks.
Murdoch?

- Oh, that’s very kind, sir,
but I believe I’ll...

stay here, settle in.
- Hm.

- There’s much work to be done.

I’ll drink for the both of us.

Albert Choi,
a man after my own heart.

Oi, Higgins!

Are you coming or not?

- Coming, sir.

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