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(light piano music)

- 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. (chuckling)

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.

(clears throat)

- 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.

(crowd murmuring)

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

by the backward fallacies of the Orient.

(Brackenreid): 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. (phone ringing)

Inspector Choi speaking.

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

(tense music)

Thank you for coming.

(Murdoch): 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.

(door opens) Ah, here he is.

(tense music)

- Inspector! (Calder): Goodness!

- What on earth?

Do you know this man?

- At one time,

I called him my brother.

(theme music)

(speaking Korean)

- 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.

(scoffs) - 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.

(knocking at door) - 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.

(church bell ringing)

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.

(upbeat jazzy music playing)

(applause)

- 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.

(chuckling) - 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.

(indistinct chatter)

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.

(intriguing music)

(Brackenreid): 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.

(sniffs) Mm.

(clears throat)

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.

(gentle music)

(hooves clopping)

- 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.

(scoffs)

- 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.

(intriguing music)

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.

(intriguing music)

(birds chirping)

(Father): 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.

(soft music)

(birds chirping)

- 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.

(tense music)

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.

(sighs)

- 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?

(Choi): 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.

(distant train horn blaring)

- If you hate the Japanese so much,

why are you doing this?

- I'm a policeman. I do my duty.

(tense music)

- 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.

(phone ringing)

- 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...

(curious music)

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.

(muffled mumbling)

- 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.

(indistinct chatter)

(horn honking)

(hooves clopping)

(dog barking)

- 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.

(tense music)

(Choi): 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.

(Murdoch): 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.

(Murdoch): Mr. Saijo... - My name is Choi.

(soft music)

- 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.

(Choi): 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!

(shouting): This badge--

(normally): 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.

(sniffs) Maybe you and that, uh,

priest can pray for our people together.

(tense music)

You said I was free to go.

(phone ringing)

- 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?

(tense music)

(sighs) - They were here.

- Hm.

(whispering): Sir,

may still be here.

(clattering) (Samuel): Watch out!

- Stop right there! Toronto Constabulary.

(grunting)

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.

(scoffs) - 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.

(man grunts)

- Stop right there!

(dramatic music)

- Are you all right?

(panting)

- 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.

(light intriguing music)

- 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.

(birds chirping)

- Is that a...

...compass?

- It appears Father Radcliff is no friend of Korea.

(knocking at door) - 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?

(tense music)

- 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.

(glass shattering) - 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?

(soft tense music)

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.

(sighs)

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.

(grumbling)

(soft tense music)

- 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?

(soft music)

(upbeat jazzy music playing)

- 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.

(soft eerie music)

(Choi): Honourable Chief Constable Brackenreid.

Sir,

I tender my resignation of my commission

as Inspector of Station House Four.

(birds chirping)

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking Korean)

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.

(soft music)

(theme music)

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