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Where've you been?

I still don't understand
what the point of geodesy is.

What do you mean?

I only came because I thought
I might get a nice map

of England,
specifically Yorkshire.

Oh, there is so much more
to it than that, sir.

Using mathematics
to measure the Earth

is the foundation
of modern cartography.

All one needs to know
is that the sun never sets

on the British Empire.

Who are these chaps?

Ah. They're visiting scholars,
sir.

Uh, this is Mr. Henry Calder
from the United States;

Professor Hisashi Yamada
from the Empire of Japan;

and, uh, Professor Joseph Morgan
from the United Kingdom.

Huh. Sounds like the start
of a good joke.

We are all familiar with
the natural fluctuations

of Earth's axis.

But astronomers from my country
have observed

a variation of polar motion

that even the wobble
can't explain.

Wobble?
What does he mean by that?

The Chandler wobble, sir,

refers to a slight shift
in the Earth's axis

every 14 months or so.

That might explain
why it takes me so long

to get home from the pub.

We have named this variation
the z-term.

Taking this into account
has led to absolute precision

in measuring latitude.

If I may interrupt.

I've heard of that theory,

but it's nothing more
than an error.

Sorry, I'm not sure I follow.

Your data is incorrect.
After all, it wasn't long ago

your people were still using
land-based surveys

over the much-superior European
triangulation methods.

Excuse me, Professor Morgan.

I believe that the data
is sound.

I'm sure there are others
here who do, too.

Well, it's a pity that
educated men are seduced

by the backward fallacies
of the Orient.

That Morgan
fellow didn't think much

of the Japanese chap.

You're not wrong, sir.

I actually found Professor
Yamada's research

the most compelling of all.

And there was murmurings
in the audience over that?

Oh! The z-term, sir,

it-it could change measurements
by up to plus or minus

0.05 arc-seconds.

That's nearly a metre and a half
on the Earth's surface.

Hm. Oh.

I'll need to update

my Geographic
Probability Sensor.

Where are you going?

The next lecture, sir.

It starts in less
than ten minutes.

I'll see you in the bar.

Suit yourself.

Oh. How was the conference?

Inspiring.

You should have presented
your GPS.

Your idea could
change the world.

Oh. I'm not sure
that's worth presenting.

Its precision range
is still quite broad.

Hm.

Inspector Choi speaking.

It's Henry Calder.
I need to see you right away.

Thank you for coming.

Professor Calder.

I was at your panel
at your conference this morning.

Uh, Detective Murdoch,
Inspector Choi.

Then you already know
Mr. Yamada.

-You believe he was abducted?
-Yes.

Mr. Yamada and I agreed
to have drinks in the parlour

this evening.

Oh. You're both staying

in this boarding house?

That's right.
While I was waiting for him,

I heard him scream.

When I got here to his room,
he was gone,

uh, except for all
this mess here.

Did anyone else see
anything suspicious?

Uh, a few of the other
boarders heard the scream,

but no one saw anything.

Unfortunately, Mr. Yamada's
assistant was away

and returned only
a few minutes ago.

Ah, here he is.

Inspector! Goodness!

What on earth?

Do you know this man?

At one time,

I called him my brother.

-D'you miss me?
-Samuel Choi, you bastard.

I go by Samuel Saijo now.

Sir, I thought you said
your brother was dead.

You said I was dead?

-You are to me.
-And you're a police inspector?

I am. What of it?

You must have had to do
a lot of toadying.

Says the lapdog.

You're aware that
Japan annexed Korea,

my motherland, a few years ago?
-I am.

Shortly before the annexation,
this fool

declared himself a sympathizer
for the Japanese Empire.

He used to be
for Korean independence,

but he switched sides
for personal gain.

You see how he prefers
to be called

by his adopted Japanese name.

He's a traitor.

Mr. Saijo,

you went out before
the abduction took place.

My boss ran out of tobacco,
so I had to go out and get some.

So you saw him
before you went out.

Yes. In fact, I was with him
the whole day.

After the panel,
he had lunch with colleagues,

then returned here
for some study

before getting ready
to meet Mr. Calder.

Professor Calder,
Mr. Morgan and Mr. Yamada

had words today.

Had they ever met
prior to the conference?

No. We all met
for the first time yesterday.

But this isn't the first time
my boss has been insulted

by biased men.

Sirs.

We checked under
the open windows,

but there were no tracks.

The owner of the boarding house
said she saw a man

she didn't recognize
trying to enter the house

earlier this evening.
-Did she let him in?

He refused to give her his name,

and so she told the man
to leave, and he did.

Right. Did she give you
a description of this man?

Yes, sir. He had a moustache,

brown hair,
and wore gold spectacles.

That could be Mr. Morgan.

Professor Morgan?

Professor Joseph Morgan?

-I haven't got all day.
-Uh, Detective Murdoch

and Inspector Choi
of the Toronto Constabulary.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Were you at Mr. Yamada's
boarding house last night?

-Why are you asking me that?
-He was abducted.

And I had something
to do with it?

We know you aren't exactly
an admirer of Mr. Yamada's.

We have a witness account
of you trying to enter

the building.
What were you doing there?

Fine. I was there.

But I just wanted
to speak to him.

Yesterday, he humiliated me
in front of a roomful of men,

thanks to his little
presentation.

I wanted to have a word.
-And did you?

No, the owner of the house
shooed me away

before I could see him.

Why did you refuse
to give your name?

I knew Yamada would never
agree to speak with me.

So, you know nothing
about the abduction.

Well, now that you mention it,

when I was leaving,
I heard some voices

on the south side
of the building.

It sounded like a few people
were hiding in the bushes.

Can I get you
another drink, Llewellyn?

Please.

What would you like?

Oh, surprise me.

I'm in the mood for something
rich and smooth,

like this music.

-I've got just the thing.
-Ah.

This place is jumping
tonight, Miss Hart.

Well, thanks to my bar manager.

Hey, sir.

This isn't scotch in my Rob Roy.

It's nothing but bug juice.

Bug juice?

Junk liquor.

Go ahead, taste it for yourself.

I would,
if you hadn't finished it.

Give me my money back!

I'm sorry. I can't.

You will have to leave.

-Everything all right?
-It is now.

Thank you, Ephraim.

Well, I've got a new whisky,
Gille Easbaig.

It's supposed to be
the best that you can buy.

Aged for 25 years.

Well, I'm always eager
to try anything you recommend.

What's wrong?

It tastes off.

What... That man was complaining
about his whisky cocktail.

Could there actually be
something wrong with this?

Mm.

This tastes like gasoline,

but maybe that's how
all whisky tastes to me.

I think we need
to consult an expert.

I have an idea.

Oh, it's a little
bit early for this,

isn't it, Miss Hart?

Uh, Detective Watts
thinks that your refined palate

may help confirm my suspicions.

You're a scotch aficionado,

aren't you, Chief Constable?

There isn't a fine scotch
I haven't tried.

Mm.

That isn't scotch. Far from it.

Enlighten me.

If I must.

It lacks the subtle hint
of oak barrels

and the nuanced interplay
of flavours.

A Gille Easbaig should taste
like a...

an adventurous walk through
the apple orchards

of Aberdeenshire,
and smell like the nectar

of wild cornflowers.

Whereas this tastes like regret.

The man's a poet.

I suggest you throw this away.

I bought six whole
cases of this.

Oh, well, then Miss Hart,
I'm afraid you've been had.

Sir, if Mr. Morgan heard
multiple voices outside,

then perhaps a group
of some sort

is behind Yamada's abduction.
-Mm.

Sirs. I just found
this by the window.

Let me see.

What is it, sir?

Constable Higgins,
go fetch Samuel immediately.

-Samuel, sir?
-Mr. Saijo,

the personal assistant.
-Right.

Detective Murdoch,

this is a Korean flag,

a significant political symbol
that has been banned

by the Japanese Empire.

Would this be something
Mr. Yamada

would have in his possession?
-It would not.

What is a pro-Korean
independence symbol

doing in your boss's room?

I-I don't know.

He was kidnapped for the cause.

What are you talking about?

Mr. Yamada
is the Japanese Emperor's

fourth cousin,
and only someone committed

to Korean independence
would have this pin.

Why would independence activists

be so far away
from the real fight?

I've heard of Korean
communities in America

with men who are bent
on fighting for the cause.

You mean to say Korean men
would travel all the way here

from the United States
to abduct Mr. Yamada?

They are very committed.

After all, some of the first
Koreans in the U.S.

are those fleeing
Japanese persecution.

I haven't encountered
any such people here.

Not yet.
But you better start looking.

I don't need to be told
to do my job.

You were responsible for him,
and now he's missing.

Sir, I've got
your list of names here.

Thank you, Higgins.

Detective, we'll start
by speaking to Christian

missionaries who have spent
time in Korea.

You believe the abductors
were aided by missionaries

here in Toronto?

Many of them were sympathetic
to Koreans

in the years before
the annexation.

It could be someone helped them
out of pity. Let's go.

I'll get my hat.

Inspector Choi.

I've just seen McNabb outside
lolling around.

Shouldn't he and the rest
of your men

be out searching for Mr. Yamada?

I'd like to find
the culprits myself.

You should be putting
the city on high alert

about these suspects.

With all due respect,
Chief Constable,

I fear that'll set off
a witch hunt.

What do you mean?

Instructions to look
for Korean men

may bring about
hostile sentiments

towards all men of Asian origin.

You do realize how this
will look if he's not found?

You can't just sit on your hands
hoping the man will turn up.

I don't plan to. Give me a day.

Ah. Murdoch told me about
your brother

and how you two are at odds.

I hope that this
has nothing to do with that.

I know what I'm doing,
so let me do it.

Fair enough. Carry on.

Choi's just told me he's going
after the kidnappers himself.

-Sir.
-He should be announcing

a city-wide search.
What's he playing at?

Well, I think it should have
something to do

with the sensitive nature
of international insurgency.

No. He's distracted
by whatever row he's had

with his brother. I don't think
he's in the right frame of mind

to handle this case.

Sir, the Inspector
has more insight

into the culprits' motive
than anyone in the constabulary,

possibly the country.

Make sure he stays
on the right track.

-Yes, sir.
-Oh, and everyone

at that map-making conference

has their eyes on this case.

I do not want us looking
like fools

in front of an international
audience. Got it?

This is a list of missionaries.

We'll start with the one closest
to the boarding house,

a Scott Radcliff.

Looks like he lives
at the rectory

at St. Peter's Church.

Mr. Saijo?

I need to know what's going on
with the case.

You think a missionary
might be involved?

This is my business, not yours.

I propose we work together.

I can give you any information
that might be helpful.

What do you say?
It was I who determined

the abductors' motive,
and as an assistant

to a traveling dignitary,
I've had to pick up knowledge

on the minds of international
Korean insurgents.

Using what I know,

you find the abductors,
I find my boss and we both win.

All right.

Samuel and I will speak
to Father Radcliff.

Detective, you stay here.
Let's be on our way.

Head back to the boarding house,
search my brother's room.

You think he may be involved?

I think he's not telling me
everything he knows.

What can I do for you?

I'm aware you used to work
as a missionary

in Korea some years back.

Hm. Not exactly a crime.

No, of course not.

But we're looking for some men
of Korean descent.

We need to speak to them
about a police matter.

You wouldn't happen to know any
who've travelled here recently?

I spread the word of God
and brought some of the most

destitute people to salvation
while I was there, but, uh,

I'm not in contact
with anyone now.

Hm. Thank you, Father Radcliff.

Ah, Inspector Choi.

I still pray for your people.

They've gone through a lot.

-Not sure if I trust him.
-You too?

I noticed him
fidgeting precisely

when you mentioned Korean men.
-Hm. I knew I smelled a liar.

What are you doing?

I want to see what
this priest is up to

now that we've spoken to him.

What?

Mr. Yamada's jacket is in there.

-You're sure?
-Yes. I noticed the buttons.

A liar, indeed.

Fine, I admit it.
I let three Korean men

stay here for a night,
but they're not here anymore.

-Where are they now?
-I don't know.

They said they were staying
just one night.

When I got home last night,

I noticed they took
their bags with them.

-Who are they?
-Youths from Nebraska.

Two lads and a lass.
-Nebraska?

A Youth Military School
set up by an independence

activist is located there.

Did you help them
with this abduction?

-What do you mean?
-A Japanese dignitary

was abducted,
and this is his jacket.

Clearly, the people you helped

dropped by here
after the kidnapping.

I had nothing to do with that.

These cadets wrote me months ago

with their plans to travel here,
but I didn't know

they were going
to kidnap anyone!

Did they leave anything behind
besides this coat?

No.

Is there anything else

you need to tell me
about these cadets?

Well...

when they first arrived,

I briefly overheard them
talking about

causing a spectacle
at the civic square

near King Street.

They might be taking
Yamada there. Let's go.

Samuel!

I don't trust you.

I found Mr. Yamada's jacket.

Would I tell you that
if I wasn't trying to help?

-I don't know.
-Come on.

It's not a stretch to imagine

that a man who betrays
his own country

would betray his own brother.

Inspector Choi's brother
appears to be a light

traveller, sir.

Hm.

For someone who travels light,

he carries an extensive
stationary set.

What's this?

One newspaper, please.

Thank you.

You take that vantage point
over there.

-And you?
-I'll be over here.

That way, we can
cover the whole square.

This could be a long wait.

I don't mind.

If you hate the Japanese
so much,

why are you doing this?

I'm a policeman. I do my duty.

Every single bottle
is counterfeit.

You're sure the tests
are accurate?

I'm certain. Ferric chloride

detects phenolic compounds
found in oak.

Those compounds are what gives
the whisky that flavour

Chief Constable mentioned?
-Exactly.

If the spirit reacts,
it would turn the colour black.

But as the results show,
there's no change.

Meaning no such
compounds are present.

I need to go speak
with my liquor supplier.

-I'll accompany you.
-Hm.

Violet Hart.

Yes, he's right here.

Detective Murdoch would like
to borrow you for an hour.

Ah-ha.

Any idea on Yamada's
whereabouts yet, Murdoch?

Not as yet, sir.

Inspector Choi had me search
Mr. Saijo's things.

You mean his brother?

Well, they share a relation,

but not the bond, it would seem.

Tell Choi to bury the hatchet.

The last thing we need
is a family squabble.

Well, sir, in this case
the Inspector could be right.

In Mr. Saijo's things,

I found this white powder.

And...

It is...

it's starch.

-And?
-Well, sir,

starch boiled in water
can be used as invisible ink,

you see. Uh, we also
found this letter,

which appears to be mail
that he had yet to send.

I had Detective Watts
translate a few words.

They're addressed to his aunt.
They appear to be just

greetings and benign
expressions.

But appearances
can be deceiving.

So, with a light iodine wash...

...should reveal
any invisible ink.

Ah.

So it's not a howdy-doo
note to his aunt.

This symbol matches the one
on the pin

that was on the lapel
of the abductor.

So his brother
could be one of them?

Well, it's possible.

I need to have a word
with the Inspector.

Detective.

No sign of the abductors.

This surveillance
may be a lost cause.

Ah, yes, I've asked constables
to come keep an eye

on the square instead.

Sir, I fear your brother may be
involved in the abduction.

Why would he abduct
his own boss?

I have no idea.

But I have found evidence
that could strongly link him

to the independence movement.

Uh, that can't be.

Samuel is a Japanese
sympathizer.

Amongst his written letters,

I found the same
Korean flag symbol.

What's more,

it was written in invisible ink.

Your brother may not
be what he seems.

-Where is Mr. Yamada?
-I don't know.

Mr. Saijo, it's time
to explain yourself.

Speak!

I'm a covert freedom fighter.

I started working for Yamada
a couple years ago

to collect confidential
information.

So you're not
a Japanese sympathizer?

I never was.

I'd rather die than
sell out my motherland.

Being a freedom
fighter does not

excuse you from crime.

I've no connection
to these cadets.

They're fools to believe that
using force will solve anything.

I find it difficult to believe
that you just happened to be

in town when a Japanese
dignitary was abducted.

-All I'm after is a letter!
-What letter?

Last month, Yamada received
a formal request

from the Japanese Emperor
to provide geodetics advice

to the military.
It intends to draw up

precise maps of the Philippines.

Why are you after this letter?

It also says Japan plans
to strike

American naval ports there.
If I can get my hands

on this letter,
our country can use it

as leverage
during talks with America.

What do you mean, leverage?

Back home activists like myself

are trying to appeal to America

to recognize Korea
as a sovereign nation.

And you think
that will prompt Japan

to relinquish control
over its colony?

The United States has been
gaining great influence in Asia

since it won
the Spanish-American War

and took the Philippines.

So, it's your belief, then,

that Japan wants all
of the Americans out

in order to have Asia to itself.

He's a quick study.

-Where's this letter now?
-Yamada keeps it on his person

in his money belt.

That's why you wanted
to find him.

-Mr. Saijo...
-My name is Choi.

Mr. Choi, uh, if you've known
of this letter for over a month,

why only go after it now

that Mr. Yamada
has been abducted?

I only learned a few days ago
that Yamada's new friend

is an advisor
to the American government.

-You mean Mr. Calder?
-Yes.

I've realized how close I am
to showing the letter

to a high-ranking statesman.
-Right.

Well, the cadets have not yet
publicly humiliated Mr. Yamada

as we thought they would.

Do you think they're aware
of this letter?

No. Even if the dolts find it,

it's written in royal court
Japanese

and would be hard to decipher.

Could they have killed Yamada?

In my experience
with insurgents,

they're more likely to torture
Yamada than kill him.

We're planning
a full-scale search.

I don't want to tell you
that I told you so,

but I told you that
from the very start.

I had hoped it would
not come to this.

This is the proper
course of action.

What do you have here,
Detective?

Oh. Uh, these are successive
aerial photographs

of Toronto taken
at sixty-percent overlap.

This is a recent stereoscopic
imaging technique

developed by Frederick Laws.

If we fuse
these two images together,

it greatly reduces distortion,

something that's present
in every photograph.

It's called relief displacement.

And this gives us
a more accurate depiction

of elevation.

With that,

I have made
a scaled map of Toronto

that is more precise
than any other.

Clever.

I believe this will be

a very useful tool
for our constables

in this search.

Gather the men.

Finally.

They have a hostage,
so they'll be hiding out.

Search every empty building
for a two-mile radius

of St. Peter's Church.

These three cadets
are military trained,

likely armed.
I want all three of them

in cuffs and the hostage safe.
Understood?

Mm-hmm.

I never imagined
I'd be giving the order

to arrest my fellow countrymen
here in Toronto.

Speaking of countrymen,
what about your brother?

What about him?

He's still
in the interview room.

You're free to go.

Took you long enough.

Let me ask you something,
brother to brother.

Why didn't you tell me
you were a secret agent?

Why would I trust someone
who saw no future

in his motherland,
fled overseas,

and abandoned his people?

You know I went to America
before Korea was annexed.

You knew what was going on
back home,

you stayed away.
You should be ashamed.

What was the point?
You were already a traitor.

Well, you should have
known me better.

When I left for America,

it was not my intention
to leave for good.

But life found its own course.

I couldn't drop everything
to come back.

You turned your back
on our country.

On me.

And for what?

A badge and a fancy desk!

This badge...

This badge has
allowed me to bring justice

and order
to the community I live in.

You told me I was a traitor
for working for Japan.

But maybe that's what you see
yourself as, work for the West.

No matter where I am,

I'll always want freedom
for my people.

Right.

Maybe you and that, uh,

priest can pray
for our people together.

You said I was free to go.

Inspector Choi.

Thank you, Constable.

Detective Murdoch and I
will head there.

Have the cadets been found?

A witness spotted three Asians
heading into the abandoned

Don Brewery building.

We think they might be
hiding there.

I'm coming with you.

We're fighting the same fight.

We could see this one
through together.

I could handle this, Llewellyn.

I'm sure you can,

but the force of law
might make it easier.

Mr. Harry Sink.

Miss Hart.
What can I do for you?

Mr. Sink, I've been
calling you all morning.

Ah, my apologies.
Business has been terribly busy.

I'm Detective Watts,
the Toronto Constabulary.

Are you aware that
the Gille Easbaig

that was delivered
to the Star Bright

is anything but?

What are you talking about?

The scotch is counterfeit.

I wonder if you're cheating
your customers.

-I cheated no one.
-You cheated me!

-I did not.
-Well, let's check

for ourselves, shall we?

What the hell are you doing?

Mm.

I sense the apple orchards
of Aberdeenshire.

It's real.
-Of course it's real.

These are my last
two cases to deliver.

The whisky was switched
after it left this warehouse.

Mr. Sink,
who makes the deliveries

to the Star Bright?

The drivers are Lenny Mackie
and Tom Owen.

If they're swindling me,

they better hope that you get
to them before I do.

Where do you think they are?

They were here.

Hm.

Sir,

may still be here.

Watch out!

Stop right there!
Toronto Constabulary.

You're under arrest.

Where is Professor Yamada?

-He's not here.
-Where is he?

I don't know, I swear!
Matthew took him.

The third cadet.

Jacob Lee and Lara Kim.

You two have travelled
quite a distance to get here.

Four trains at least.

Where did your friend
take Yamada?

All he said was that he was
taking him to the woods.

It's likely by the Don River,
north of the brewery.

I would agree.
Please go alert the constables.

I want some confessions.
Start at the beginning.

We're students
of the Youth Military School

in Hastings, Nebraska.

We arrived with the goal
of publicly humiliating

Hisashi Yamada and leaving
a threatening note

for the Japanese Emperor.

Who put you up to the abduction?

No one. We're here
of our own free will.

Is your school leader
aware that you're here?

No.

Our academy founder
was ousted from his role

when factions formed in
the Korean National Association.

The new leader is critical
of armed resistance.

He says diplomacy with the West
is the only path

to independence.

He's abandoned the aims
of the school, but we didn't.

And that is why
you'll be dealt with

in accordance of the law.

The law might bring peace,

but resistance
brings liberation.

Do you really believe

that stirring up trouble
here in Toronto

has any place in achieving
our independence?

You're Korean.

I am.

Then you should understand.

I agree with your new leader.

Many back home would say
that independence

can only be gained
through strategic alliances.

Positioning ourselves
as a minion of the West

won't achieve true freedom!

Even if being the White man's
lackey works for some people.

Why didn't you go
to the woods with your friend?

We argued about what to do
with Yamada.

Matthew wanted to take it
farther than

publicly humiliating him.

He told us not to follow them

and that if we did, he'd shoot.

Friends turned into enemies
overnight.

You're so young.

Yet I'm willing
to sacrifice for my country.

What about you?

Where's Yamada's money belt?

They say they don't know
anything about that.

They seem to be telling
the truth.

Sir, I'm about to join
the search.

We believe that the rogue cadet

is somewhere between
the Don Valley

and Riverdale Park basin.

Let's go.
We need to find Yamada.

And you suspect the third
cadet is hiding in this area?

Given the witness accounts
and the elevation,

it's the only logical direction.

Sir.

Stop right there!

Are you all right?

He slipped through our fingers.

And Yamada's fingers
were broken.

I actually feel
sorry for the chap.

It was likely a symbolic rebuke

for Yamada having made
imperialist maps of Korea.

Right. I'll have the constables

keep up the search.

I'll send a telegram to notify
the Japanese Consulate

in Vancouver
that he's been found.

So the rogue cadet's been found?

Yes, sir. We searched
the ravine all night,

but found nothing,
but a member of St. Peter's

called in this morning
and, well,

not a pretty sight, sirs.

Good God.

Is that a...

...compass?

It appears Father Radcliff
is no friend of Korea.

Who is it?

Inspector Choi.

The body of a young
Korean cadet that you housed

was just found a stone's throw
from your door.

Oh, good gracious.

Do you deny that this is yours?

You were angry that he abused
your hospitality,

and when he sought you out,
you murdered him.

This isn't mine.
I give you my word.

I know I've lied before.

I swear, this is the truth.

Is that so?

Then who does this belong to?

Sir, I believe I may know.

We're almost there.
Mr. Sink said we would find

the drivers at a warehouse
at the end of this block.

-Hold on.
-What is it?

Oh!

Violet, perhaps you'd best
hang back.

These men may be dangerous.

And I'm not?

Excuse me,
are you Mr. Lenny Mackie?

Who the hell are you?

And you must be Tom Owen.

Detective Watts,
Toronto Constabulary.

You two are drivers
for Sink & Brothers.

Know anything about counterfeit
luxury whisky being delivered?

No, never heard of it.

Then what are these crates
of booze doing here in a shed?

We're storing it.

I wouldn't advise
trying anything.

Where's my scotch?!

-You see?
-We-we sold it.

-To whom?
-On the black market.

They went like hotcakes.

So you sold the real stuff

and filled the Gille Easbaig
bottles

with your sordid
moonshine? Scammers!

Well, it was too easy.

The silk-stocking crowd
will drink anything

as long as it has a fancy label.

They had no idea they were
drinking distilled chicken feed.

-Chicken feed?
-It's the poor folks

who have discerning palates.

Mr. Mackie and Mr. Owen,

you two are under arrest
for fraud and violation

of public health.

Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Yamada.

Again, we'd like to apologize
for what you went through.

Hope you're on the mend.

I am, thank you.

Have you caught the culprits?

We have. But one of them
was found murdered.

Do you recognize this?

Why-why, this is mine.

I always keep it inside
my money belt.

Did you find that too?

Unfortunately, we did not.

That belt is very important
to me.

I do wish it be found
before I leave Toronto.

We understand, Mr. Yamada.

I'll notify the whole
constabulary to keep an eye out.

Thank you.

Speaking of missing,

have you seen my assistant,
Mr. Saijo?

I expected to see him
at the hospital.

You didn't see him?

The murder weapon
was in Yamada's money belt

and we know that Samuel
was after that belt.

He must have taken the compass,

then killed the cadet
to get rid of him.

I still can't believe
it was Samuel.

We'll have the constables
search all of the ports,

but he has had
half a day's start

and he could be long gone.

Samuel!

I know you killed that boy.

You don't understand.

I understand you're a murderer.

I saw that he had
the money belt,

so I went after him
to get the letter,

but I'm not a murderer.

They found that boy dead

with Yamada's drafting compass
sticking out of his neck.

You took the money belt
and killed him.

I only knocked him unconscious
to get the belt off of him.

But before I could get away,
he came to and he...

he attacked me with a knife.

And when I saw the compass,
I used it to-to stop him

from killing me,
but I swear to you,

I had no choice. It was
purely out of self-defence.

You need to go to a hospital.

I've got the Emperor's letter.

I'm not going to stop
until I take it to the Americans

and have them hear me out.

You're a criminal.

I'm a freedom fighter.

And I want our country back.

Don't you?

Mr. Currant.
How's business doing today?

Fine and dandy, Miss Hart.

The counterfeit whisky
was quite the setback.

We lost a lot of money.

I wouldn't be
so sure about that.

What's this?

Took a little doing,

but I convinced Mr. Sink
you deserved a full refund.

Why would he do that?

I mean, he was swindled,
as well.

Do you want me to give it back?

Not quite.

Honourable
Chief Constable Brackenreid.

Sir,

I tender my resignation
of my commission

as Inspector
of Station House Four.

I don't believe it.

You came back.

What are you doing here?

I can't let you
take the fall for me.

How did you know I'm resigning?

I had a feeling.

Despite what I said earlier,

I know you're an honourable man.

When I let you leave,

I chose not to do
my duty as a policeman.

I'm prepared to sacrifice
my career.

It's not your sacrifice to make.

What?

You gave me your trust.

You allowed me to complete
my mission.

Now I'm here.

I'll face the consequences.

You're going
to turn yourself in.

Yes.

Justice and order
will be restored.

I'm not sure about my heart.

No matter what happens to me...

it'll keep beating.

So will the drums of revolution.

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