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(Jabber): Three coppers, all the way from Toronto

coming here just to see that I receive justice.

Well, I must be an important man.

- Just means you're a criminal.

- An important criminal.

- You were arrested for forging cheques,

poorly, I might add.

It hardly makes you Moriarty.

- And you're a long way off from Sherlock Holmes.

Didn't think I'd catch that reference, now, did you?

For your information, I'm a learned man,

one hardly deserving this kind of treatment.

- If you wish to inflate your importance, be my guest.

- Oh, and another question.

- All right. But it's your last one.

- When will be eating?

I was enjoying a succulent meal when you arrested me.

(Choi sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

- Anything for me?

(sergeant): Mm-mm. - Are you sure?

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you waiting for something?

- My third volume of Thus Spoke Zarathustra

in its original German.

- Nietzsche.

- Very good.

- I'm not an uncultured man, Watts.

- And what have you there?

- It's nothing.

- Uh, George.

(curious music)

Newfoundland.

(office phones ringing)

(insects chirping)

- Will he be getting us some food?

- That's what he said.

- Do you think he heard me when I said my constitution

can't handle bread?

- You did remind him of that. - Multiple times.

- Yeah, but he didn't acknowledge that,

so maybe-maybe I should go in and check.

- You should stay exactly where you are.

(woman grunts)

- Say,

did you say you're going back to Toronto?

- Yes. - Could I catch a lift?

- No. I'm on official business.

- What's that got to do with me wanting a ride?

- Sir, is our food ready?

- Hold your horses. I'm just packaging it up.

- You're not going anywhere.

(gunshot)

(all gasping)

(high-pitched ringing)

In fact, none of you are going anywhere.

Come on.

- Police! Whoever you are, drop your weapon.

(gunshots)

(horse neighing)

- Back inside!

(Choi grunting)

(theme music)

- All right, I need everybody to stay calm.

And stay away from the windows.

I don't want to hurt anybody,

but I will if anyone does anything unwise.

Why the hell are the coppers out there?

- How the hell should I know? Sorry for the language, Sister.

- You are aware I'm not from around here.

(gun cocks) - So, what?

- So, whatever reason you have

for doing this has nothing to do with me.

- Don't matter. You're in it now.

Hey, you, China.

You got here less than five minutes ago.

What are the cops doing here?

- How would I know?

- Sir? - What?!

- My wife's pregnant. - Lucky you.

- Just don't do anything to hurt her, please.

- Whether she or any of you gets hurt is up to you.

- Says a man holding the gun.

- Yeah, that's right.

Says the man holding the gun.

(tense music)

- Ah!

(sighs)

Where'd the Black fella go?

- He's getting the local police.

- Can't handle it on your own, eh, Big City?

- Well, no, it's just that the local police might know

something about the man in qu--

Why am explaining this to you?

Just stay out of the way and keep quiet.

- Think the local police

might have it in their hearts to bring us some food?

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(intriguing music)

- What are you up to?

- I am making cellophane.

I've contacted Jacques Brandenberger

and he's shared his process with me.

- I see.

- You don't know what it is.

- An area of knowledge I appear to lack.

- It is a...

semi-permeable material.

Uh, impermeable to liquid, but not to vapour.

- All right.

- It seems to me the ideal material

in which to collect evidence.

We often collect evidence with blood,

or other liquids on it,

and if we were to place that in a paper,

or-or a cloth bag,

important details might otherwise--

- I'd imagine this cellophane

would keep a sandwich fresh, as well?

- Well, I-I suppose it's possible, but...

why would one want...

How can I help you, Watts?

- Uh,

are we involved in a case

with the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary?

- Not that I'm aware of. Why?

- I saw Constable Crabtree

take receipt of an official letter.

- Oh.

Well, I suppose if it's anything of consequence,

then George will tell me.

(Watts exhaling)

Please put that down.

- And this just arrived today?

- It did.

- Out of the blue?

- Well, I'd made inquiries.

- I see. Without telling me?

- I wanted it to be a surprise.

- Well, you certainly accomplished that, George.

When would the position start?

- As soon as we could get there.

- We? - Well, yes, we'd both go,

of course, Effie.

Newfoundland is the perfect place to raise a family.

And you wouldn't have to--

I mean, with my new salary, we'd be on easy street.

- And you didn't think to talk to me about any of this?

Marriage is supposed to be a partnership, George.

- I know, Effie, but you know I want a family.

- And you know I don't.

Or at least I thought you did, but now it's becoming very clear

to me that you don't listen to a word I say.

- Oh, Effie. - George, we will speak

about this later.

That is unless you've already made your decision.

(soft tense music)

(gun cocks) - What are you doing?

- I'm just getting my wife some water.

- Stay back.

Get him some water.

Sit down, sister!

- How are you faring, dear?

- I'm just parched.

- So, with two armed policemen out there and more coming,

how do you plan to get out of this?

- How's that your business?

- I'm not concerned about my business.

I'm more worried about yours.

- Well, keep your worry to yourself, China.

- Korea. - What?

- I'm not Chinese. I'm Korean.

- Sure, okay. Whatever you like. Never heard of it.

- So what's your next move? Shoot us all?

- Hey, don't be giving him any ideas.

(man): Jonah Huxley!

That you in there, Jonah?

- You might want to answer the man.

- You might want to keep your trap shut.

- Don't get him angry, all right?

- I'd advise you walk out now

before you get yourself in any more trouble

than you're already in.

- Your boy here was telling me

your commanding officer's in there.

- Yes, he is.

And his name is Constable Edward Roberts.

- I prefer Teddy.

- I meant no offense.

Boy is what I call Stan here.

Isn't that right, Stan?

- That's right.

- Anyway, you know this man inside?

- Jonah Huxley,

just one in a long line of troublemakers.

- What does he want?

- I've got six souls here.

You let Cordell out and they all walk away.

You don't... (gunshot)

(woman screaming)

- Who's Cordell?

- His brother.

- We're holding him in our cells. He's a murderer.

- Three bullets.

- What?

- He's fired three bullets so far.

If the pistol is his only weapon

and he didn't bring extra ammunition,

he's only got three more left.

- You proficient with that weapon?

- Very.

- Good to know.

I might be calling on you. Stand ready.

- Let these people go.

- You're ordering me?

- It's in your best interests.

- You know my best interests?

- You're holding a nun and a pregnant woman.

This won't go well for you if either of those two get hurt.

Keep me, let the others go.

I'm worth something. They're not.

- Hey! - Let him talk.

- I'm a police officer.

- You? - Yes, believe it or not, me.

Now I'm just reaching for my badge.

Those men won't let any harm come to me.

Or you.

And I'll do all I can to help you

if you let the others go.

- Could burn the place down. Smoke them out.

- That does not seem like a wise idea.

- Something's happening.

(door opens)

(whimpering)

(sister): Go!

(gunshots)

- Did you tell them to do that? Was it some sort of plan?

- No. My man did not take that shot.

- How do you know?

- Because if he had, you'd be dead.

- Well, Korea,

both getting out of here somehow.

Either alive or dead.

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Effie?

- Violet.

Violet Hart!

International woman of mystery.

- I think I'm hardly that.

- Oh, don't sell yourself short.

You-you're a success on your own terms.

No responsibilities, no man to weigh you down.

- Well, I am engaged.

- Yes, but it's you who wears the pants, isn't it?

Nobody tells Violet Hart what to do, or who to be.

Boop! (Violet chuckles)

- You've been here quite a while, haven't you?

- I have. I am your number one customer of the day.

Where's the music?

- Uh, it's the band's night off.

- No! Band's night off.

I came here to dance.

- Oh! Uh, maybe that's not a good idea right now.

- That's probably true. You're smart.

Do you want children?

- Not particularly, no.

(whispers): Neither do I.

Where's a glass? Need a cheers to that.

(Violet chuckles)

Huzzah.

George wants them.

A whole slew of them.

- And you don't? - No. No, no, no, no, no.

I abhor the little creatures.

Well, that's not entirely true.

Other people's children are fine.

I just don't want ones of my own.

- Is George pressuring you?

- Well, yes.

He wants to move to Newfoundland and start a family, so...

- And what would you do?

- Raise the little beasts, I suppose.

- Could you do that?

- Yes.

I love George, so I suppose I have to consider it.

It would make him happy.

- And you?

What would it make you?

- A dutiful housewife, I suppose.

- And is that who you are?

- I don't know.

(engines revving)

(door opens)

- What have you, George?

- Oh, nothing, sir. I'm just, uh,

on my way home for the evening.

- Oh!

Well, perhaps you'll join me for a spruce beer then?

- Well, I can't tonight, sir.

- Something troubling you, George?

- No, sir, not at all.

- Are you sure?

Detective Watts mentioned something about

you receiving correspondence from Newfoundland.

I-I trust all of your aunts are well?

- Yes, sir. All hale and hearty.

That is if women can be hale and hearty.

- Something else then?

- No, I'm just going home.

To my house, I mean.

I'll see you in the morning.

(sighs)

- Detective Watts, what brings you here?

We're closing up soon.

- Not here for libations.

I've just added this stop to my rounds.

- I didn't know detectives did rounds.

- This one does, now.

I just want you to know I will do my best

to ensure your establishment has protection.

- Thank you.

- Now, has there been any trouble recently?

- No. But if you're looking for a task,

I think Mrs. Crabtree can use an escort.

- Bless you.

I think the coppers here would have me starve.

- Would you like some, Constable?

- Are there turnips in there?

- Ah, yes! Perth County's finest.

- I can't have turnips. It does my stomach in.

- Ah.

- Oh, thank you, ma'am, but I'd rather not.

My wife thinks I'm getting, uh, portly.

- Are you sure?

The men inside shouldn't be the only ones with comfort.

- I would gladly have his share.

- All right, copper.

You say you're some big shot Toronto cop?

- You've seen my badge.

- All right.

Today's the day you do something for me.

- And what's that? - Get my brother out of jail.

- And if I don't?

- Got plenty of bullets left.

For you, for Proctor out there, even for me, if need be.

- Jonah Huxley, give yourself up.

- Go to hell, Proctor!

Speak.

- I'm Albert Choi of the Toronto Constabulary.

This matter can be resolved

if you let him speak with his brother.

- Well, if he wanted to talk to him,

should have visited him in the cells.

- Sir, I outrank you!

- Rank don't mean nothing out here.

- I implore you to do as he says.

- I will not.

- What happened?

For a sharpshooter, you sure lack courage.

- I'll take the shot as soon as it's safe to do so.

- Sir, if I may.

Inspector Choi must have something up his sleeve.

I advise that you listen to him.

- You giving me orders?

- No. It's just a suggestion.

But there may be a way to solve this without bloodshed.

We are four policemen.

I doubt that his brother's going to give us much trouble.

- Trucky, go get Cordell.

- Sir? - Just do it.

Take this man with you.

- I'm ready to leave anytime as well.

- Constable, I am ordering you,

next time you have a clear shot, take it.

- Sir.

(thudding)

- Llewellyn?

- Thought you might be feeling a little worse for wear.

- Oof. And then some.

(church bells ringing)

Why did you take me here?

- Uh, I was trying to take you home,

but you were adamant you didn't want to go there.

- Did I say anything else?

- Just kept asking if you were an awful person

because you didn't want to have children.

- Oh.

- I gather from your desire to come here instead of home,

this is a point of conflict between you and George.

- Ah. One that...

is coming to a head, I fear.

What is that? - Drink it.

You will thank me later.

- George wants to move to Newfoundland.

And he wants me to come with him.

I know I should, but, I--

- But?

- I don't want to give up what I have here.

- Even if it meant losing George?

- If I went, George wouldn't be getting me.

He'd be getting half of me, if that.

(sighs)

- So, how long you been a copper?

- Just a couple of months. Still learning the ropes.

- And what do you know about all this?

- What I know is the Huxleys are a bad batch.

Bootlegging, poaching, nothing but trouble.

- And this trouble includes murder?

- Well, six weeks ago we found a dead man on the outskirts

of Huxley property.

He was there to pick up a shipment of moonshine.

Or, at least, that's what we think he was doing.

- And this Cordell did it?

- They found him passed out drunk.

The gun that killed Richard Grey,

that's the dead man, was found on Cordell Huxley's person.

- Well, that doesn't mean that he did it.

- 'Course he denied it.

- Well, it's not conclusive evidence.

(laughing)

- The big fancy words, they don't mean nothing.

The Huxley family's been a thorn in everyone's side around here

near 20 years.

Half of them are in jail,

the other half are on the run.

Only surprise is that murder didn't come sooner.

- I see.

- You say your brother is innocent?

- I don't say, I know.

- Then how is this helping him?

- Because they're going to send him to prison.

Or the noose. And I'm going to stop that from happening.

(curious music)

- Can you see him?

- I can.

- Take the shot.

- Not with my inspector in there.

- I thought you said you were good.

- I am good.

That's why I'm not taking the shot.

Too much chance of a ricochet.

- Sounds like the man knows what he's doing.

- Keep your mouth closed, you.

- Everything all right?

- Ah, just a little tired.

Don't do many sleepless nights anymore.

- If your brother is innocent, then let the courts decide.

- Not gonna happen.

I am collecting my brother and getting out of here.

- To live life as a fugitive?

- Better that than living life as a man who let his brother die

for something he didn't do.

- I could look into the matter.

- Proctor out there already decided my brother did it.

He's in tight with the judge,

so that's pretty much a done deal.

You looking into this won't make a damn bit of difference.

- I could still-- - Hey! You don't run this.

I do.

All I want is a chance for me and my brother

to get out of here.

That happens,

no one gets hurt.

- Where you taking me? - Just shut your trap, Huxley.

- Who's this gorm?

- Constable Henry Higgins-Newsome,

Toronto Constabulary.

- Ah-ah-ah! I don't care who you are.

Just make sure I don't end up dead

before I get to the courthouse. - That won't happen.

(chuckling)

- Yeah, you don't know the police around here, do you?

- What's this? - Oh!

I was just testing if the practical application

met the theoretical.

Mm!

Seems to have passed the test.

- Have you s-- - I wouldn't be surprised

if this had a commercial application.

Hm.

- Have you seen George about this morning?

- No. He was in and out before I could even say hello.

- Oh. Strange.

- It appears he and Effie are having difficulties.

- Oh, that would explain things.

I'm sure they'll work it out.

- Not so sure about that.

She doesn't want to move to Newfoundland.

- What?

- Apparently Constable Crabtree intends to move

to Newfoundland.

He didn't tell you that?

- No.

No, he didn't.

(birds chirping)

- If they do bring your brother, what're you going to do?

- Get him, take you with me, and get the hell outta here.

- What exactly is he accused of?

- They say he killed a man named Grey. He didn't.

Grey was a friend of ours.

Cordell never would've done that.

- Then fight it. In a court of law, not here.

- They hold all the cards.

Look, I'm not saying we're angels.

We 'still a bit of shine. Sell it to those wanting it.

- And this Grey was one of those wanting it?

- No, he was our partner.

Ran the booze to neighbouring counties.

They found him dead with all the booze gone.

No reason for Cordell to have done that.

No reason at all.

- So, who would've had a reason?

- All I'm saying,

local police knew all about our operation.

- So, you're blaming the man out there?

- Are you sure I can't get you something?

A young man like you needs to eat.

- I'm sure, ma'am.

- I'd gladly take his share.

- In time, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

That man in there, I think he is a good man.

- That may be, but he is holding my boss hostage.

- Perhaps he feels he has no choice.

That he and his family have been unjustly accused,

just because of who they are.

Have you ever felt that, Constable?

- Sure have, but I never took up arms.

- Is that so?

So what is it you're doing now?

- It's not the same thing.

(sighs) - No. No, of course not.

- Sister,

I insist you leave this man alone.

Let him do his job. - Certainly.

I've left some food on the wagon for you.

- Oh. Thank you.

- When's this fella's brother gonna arrive?

I'd like to see this matter resolved.

- Stop complaining. At least you're getting a free meal.

(horse neighing)

- Sixty-seven dollars.

- And forty-five cents.

That's all your back pay. Don't spend it all at once.

It's a tremendous opportunity, Crabtree.

Although, I'll be sad to see you go.

- Thank you, sir.

Could always come out for a visit.

Come kiss the cod.

- I doubt very much I'll be doing that.

(chuckling)

Is Effie excited about the move?

- She'll come around.

- So, she's not.

You know what they say, Crabtree.

"Happy wife, happy life."

- She's not keen on the idea of children, sir.

And it's important to me.

- You might want to think about a bird in the hand.

- You have children.

- Three, that I know of.

But John's in America

touring around the country

with a bunch of itinerant actors.

Nomi's in Chicago doing God knows what.

And Bobby's about to get out of jail anytime soon.

- Well, that's good news. - Is it?

Once he gets out of jail, he's off to join the church

and I have no idea what to say to him.

The thing is, Crabtree,

once children get older,

they just live on in your memories.

- Well,

maybe I want to have a chance at those memories.

- Despite what your wife thinks?

- Surely, she'll come around.

What woman doesn't want to have children?

- Oh, there's quite a few, these days.

And it may be just your misfortune to have found one.

(sighs)

What does Murdoch think about you

becoming an inspector before him?

- Sir, honestly, I haven't even told him yet.

I just don't know how to broach it.

- He's always been your biggest champion,

no matter what nonsense you spout.

- Sir, I know. I feel terrible,

but whenever I try to think of what to say, the...

the words just don't come.

- It's always a surprise

who it's hardest saying goodbye to.

- Certainly seems that way.

Right, then. - Where are you off to?

- I was thinking I would go walk my old beat,

just one last time.

- Oi, Bugalugs.

It's been a pleasure, George.

- The pleasure was all mine, Thomas.

(soft inspiring music)

(door opens)

Oi! Lads!

Do you not remember what I told you last time?

- Yeah, no playing in the street.

- So why are you?

- It's the best place to play.

(vehicle honking)

- Yes, I suppose it is. Give me the ball.

- No!

Mr. Crabtree, we're sorry. - Give it here.

Oi! Lads, you two. Get over here!

- Uh? Oh.

- Get over here!

Now we've got enough for a proper game, three on two.

You're with me. Here we are.

(light music)

Good stuff, lads.

There you go. Not bad, not bad.

- Over here.

- Now, lads, look:

when you're making a pass,

don't use your toe.

Use the inside of your foot, like this.

There you go, there you go! That's it.

Now don't let him get you.

Oh!

Oh! Go get it! - Ah!

- Oh! Oh, look out.

Put, put some mustard on it, lads.

Good stuff, right to you. Yes! Yes, good stuff.

- Looks to me like they're not bringing your brother.

The best thing you can do right now is to give yourself--

- You are not in a position to give me advice.

It's time to let Proctor know I'm serious.

- You shoot me,

and both you and your brother will see the noose.

- If that's the way it's going to be,

that's the way it's going to be.

We always were a close family.

Get up.

(suspenseful music)

- I've told you, when you get the shot--

- Yes. Take the shot. I heard.

- Good.

(door opens)

- Where the hell is my brother?

- He'll be here any minute. Drop your weapon.

- I will not.

(horse neighing)

- There he is now. So let Inspector Choi go.

(gun cocks)

- Drop your weapon.

My apologies, Constable.

You're no longer in charge.

uld've saved yourself

from all of this.

My stew would have put you out of commission.

- Are they dead? - Hardly.

They'll just be sleeping for a few more hours.

- Come on. Let's go.

Cordell, get over here.

You two, over there.

Go on.

(Choi gasps)

- You're just making things worse for yourselves.

- I'll keep that in mind.

- Can't believe a woman of the cloth--

- Sorry to disappoint, but...

(sighs)

Elizabeth Grey is far from that.

- Grey? You have something to do

with the man Cordell is accused of killing?

- He was my brother.

And I know that what they say would never have happened

in a million years.

- What are you suggesting?

- Cordell could never have shot my brother.

- Then take it up in a court of law.

- Considering all that's happened today,

I think it's a little late for that.

- So he's really going then?

- I signed his resignation papers.

Put a good word in with the Newfoundlanders, as well.

- Well, good for George.

He certainly deserves it.

- He would never have got there without your guidance

and tutelage.

I'm sure he'll tell you all this in person,

so mum's the word, all right?

You didn't hear any of this from me.

Where's Choi?

- Oh, uh, he, Henry, and Roberts

went to Perth County to pick up a prisoner.

- And it took three men to do that?

Who're they after? Jack the Ripper?

(chuckles)

- I think Inspector Choi just wanted a ride in the country.

- Our families are friends of long standing.

We never would have turned on each other.

- What happened?

- I don't know.

I had a shipment of alcohol.

I was waiting for Richard to arrive.

Next thing I knew, I was laying in the dirt

with a gun in my hand.

And Richard was dead beside me.

- He's telling the truth. - How would you know that?

- Because I was there.

- You were there?

- I came with Richard to do the pick-up.

- And you saw everything? - Not enough.

I was lookout. I was waiting for Richard

on the main road.

(engine revving)

I saw a truck drive by.

- And who was driving it?

- I didn't get a good look.

But I know whoever was driving that truck shot my brother.

- Two days later, Proctor showed up at my door.

I told him I didn't do nothing. He didn't listen.

- And this alcohol?

- Gone, with whoever shot Richard, I'd say--

- All right, enough.

We couldn't convince Proctor,

so there's no point in talking anymore.

- You're making a mistake. - Hey!

I spared your life.

I spared all your lives. We just want to leave.

- You, get over here.

- You heard the lady. Move.

(breathing heavily)

We have to leave.

- A moment.

Take off your helmet.

- What's going on?

- It's all right, Proctor. - I said take off your helmet!

(tense music)

It was you.

- What are you talking about?

- It was you! You were there that night!

You shot Richard! - You knew about this!?

- No. On my word, no.

- Stop! Constable Roberts.

- Here, gimme that.

(gunshot)

- Ah!

Argh!

(groaning in pain)

(church bells ringing)

(knocking at door)

- George-- - Before you say anything,

just let me say this.

If you want me to stay, I'll stay.

- Is that so?

- Yes.

- All right, stay.

And never bring up the idea of children again.

(sighs)

Is that what you wanted to hear?

- No, but I don't want to lose you, either.

- Saw you in the street today, George.

I can't bear the idea of leaving you longing

for something that I am never going to give to you.

- What if you change your mind?

- Then that will be my loss, not yours.

(soft music)

Take a look at that.

- Divorce papers?

- I think it best, don't you?

I've drawn them up, but you need to be the one

to initiate the proceedings.

- I see.

So that's it?

This is the last day of our acquaintance.

- Yes.

Right here in my office.

Not exactly the most romantic place in the world.

It's a place I worked damn hard to get.

- I know you did, Eff. I do know that.

- George, I don't expect you to understand.

I really don't.

But I need this.

A job, a career, a sense of purpose.

Try as I may, I just don't think

that being a mother could ever do that for me.

- How can you know, how can you know unless you try?

- It's not something you just try, George.

- I know.

(sighs)

- Just sign the papers so you can get what you want.

Please.

Thank you.

- Uh-huh.

- File these with the judge.

Though you'd best get on with finding a new wife.

You're not getting any younger.

- Don't be saucy.

- We had some incredible times, didn't we?

- Time won't undo those, George.

No one will ever replace you.

- What if...

What if we're making a mistake?

- Well,

then, I suppose,

I've thrown down diamonds in the sand.

Something precious...

that will never be returned.

Suppose you've got a train to catch.

(soft music)

Just promise me one thing.

- Of course.

- When the time is right,

bring your family to come and see me.

(breathing shakily)

(birds chirping)

- Ah, he only joined a couple of months ago.

He's the first man I've hired in years.

- He likely knew about Huxley's operation

before you brought him on.

So what do you do with those three?

- Well, what do you suggest?

- Well, they more than likely saved the brother's life.

- And put all of ours in danger. - Hm.

- They'll do time, but I'll talk to the judge.

(Roberts): ...side to side, get a clean shot next time.

- Constable, that was fine shooting.

- Just needed the right target.

- What happened?

Who...?

Oh, yeah.

- Oh, Henry, for Pete's sake. There's no need of that.

I'm not dying, man!

- You're going to Newfoundland, George.

It might as well be the end of the earth.

- It's home.

- It's also the only place you'd ever get a promotion.

- All right. Don't be cheeky.

Look, Henry, seriously.

I need you to check in on Effie from time to time for me.

- Of course.

Safe travels, George Crabtree.

Oh.

Sir.

- Sir.

- Weren't going to say goodbye, George?

- I tried, sir, I just...

I couldn't think of the words.

I was going to write you once I collected my thoughts.

- Is this what you want, George?

It is.

- And Effie?

- She's not coming with me, sir.

The only life I could offer her was one she didn't want.

We've agreed to part.

- I'm sorry.

- I am, as well, sir, but perhaps this gives us

both a chance to find what we each want,

a chance at true happiness.

- So, you are going home, then?

- I am.

- And you're to be assistant to the Chief Inspector.

- Assistant Chief Inspector. There's a difference.

I made sure they were clear about that.

I-I-I wouldn't go all the way out there

to become some sort of secretary.

(chuckling) - Of course not.

Well, I-I suppose you outrank me now.

- Um, well...

in a way, I suppose.

But you're a long ways from my jurisdiction, sir.

I wouldn't worry.

(church bells ringing)

(soft music)

Lot of water under the bridge.

- Many miles travelled.

- In and out of our fair share of scrapes.

(chuckling)

- Is this right for you, George?

- As you said, I'm going home.

So I believe it is.

Take care, sir.

- William.

- I don't think I'll ever be comfortable with that.

Maybe one day.

- I'll await it.

- You know, sir,

if I hadn't worked with you on all these cases

over all these years,

I'd never be considered for this position,

so maybe the right words are just...

thank you.

- It's been my honour.

- Right, then.

(soft music)

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