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(office): Higgins.

(soft tense music)

- Can't live like this.

- Woo-woo!

Two more of these and I could
afford those new hunting boots.

What's wrong?

- I requested a raise.

Guess they said no.

- And you're surprised?
- I can't believe it!

I've given my life
to this place.

- I've-I've heard there were
no raises until next year.

- Well, I have a family.
Mouths to feed.

- What does that matter?

Your wife's
a moving picture star.

- She doesn't think
she should be spending her money

on the family.
She says I'm the man.

- I see.
- No, Roberts, you don't.

I've been here for years

and yet I'm only making 50 cents
a week more than you.

- Have you thought about
getting a second job?

- Had nightmares about it
but, yes, I have.

- Let's keep considering it.

There's plenty of options here.
Take a look.

Night soil collector.
You could do that.

No? Ah, watch--
- Roberts, please.

- Just trying to help.

(soft curious music)

- You're sure that's secure?
- I think so.

- You're not getting paid
to think. Is it secure or not?

- It's secure.

(softly): I hope...
- All right, hop on.

(engine starts)

(sighs)

That's it for the night.

You don't talk much, do ya?

That's good.

You come back tomorrow
if you want.

- So I passed the test, then?

- Far as I'm concerned.

Hey, want to go grab a drink?

I know a little speak nearby.
Meet the guys, wet your whistle?

- I could have one.
- All right. Henry, is it?

- That it is. Cee-cil?
- Ceh-cil Briar.

Welcome aboard, Henry.

Now, I'm not going to have
to teach you

how to drink as well, am I?
(chuckling)

- I don't think
that'll be a problem.

(tense music)

(door opens)
(man): Help.

(thudding)

(tense music)

(theme music)

(church bell ringing)

- All well?
- Momentarily uneventful.

Although I have been speaking
with Alexander Graham Bell.

- Ah. How is he?
- We've been working together

on an innovation
that will enable

transcontinental
telephone calls.

- Yes, yes, yes. Enough of that.

I've just had an earful
from Alderman Atkins.

His automobile was stolen
last night

not two streets from this
very station house.

- There has been an increase
in automobile thefts.

We've received a number
of telephone calls.

But the men are looking into it.
- Put more men on it.

Although,
as far as I'm concerned,

they can all be stolen.

- Still not a fan
of the automobile, sir.

- No. Just a bunch
of bloody belchers.

- Sir. Sir.
- What is it?

- A dead body in the back garden
of a house on Rathnelly.

- Well, that takes priority

over stolen automobiles.
Come on, Murdoch.

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

Bloody hell.
Just another day in paradise.

Who reported this?
- The neighbour.

Her dog apparently
jumped the fence.

She knew that Mr. Fisk
didn't like dogs,

came to retrieve the animal
and found this.

Powder burns on his temple;
shot at close range.

- An execution?
- Possible.

Have you been able
to see a weapon?

- Murdoch, I've just got here,
same time as you.

What a daft bloody question.
- Right.

Shall we go and break the news?
- Mm.

(soft mysterious music)

- What's happened to Archibald?

- That's what we're attempting
to determine.

- Were you away?

- At my sister Edith's
the last three days.

- Is Mr. Fisk all right?

- I'm afraid he's been shot.

(gasping)
And he's no longer with us.

- Oh, Good Lord.
- Madam, please, have a seat.

Have a seat.
Have a seat.

- Ah, a moment, sir.

- Of course. Sherman Woodley.

- Detective Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

How long have you been
in their employ?

- Going three years now.

- Is there anything
I should know about?

- Between them? No.

- Any recent disputes?

(Brackenreid): We're trying
to find out what happened.

- One man comes to mind,
Derrick Alston.

Mr. Fisk had promised to invest
in a mining venture

Alston was undertaking,
but he pulled out

at the last minute.

- So there may have been
bad feelings between the two?

- None from Mr. Fisk,
but Mr. Alston was very upset.

Came by the house
a few times angry.

- Angry enough to kill?
- I don't know about that,

but Mr. Fisk was spooked.

He even took to carrying
his old pistol around.

(car doors close)

(insects chirping)

(tense music)

- Wrong side of town, Briar.

You should know that.

We got the east side
of the Don River.

- Not anymore.
- What are you talking about?

- My boss has been
talking to your boss.

New rules, new boundaries.

(struggling grunts)

- Drop it!
- All right.

(tool clangs)
- You shouldn't have done that.

- Hey! Hey! Back up! Back off!

- Is there a problem here?
- There's no problem, officer.

Just a minor disagreement,
but it's over. Isn't that right?

- That's right.

- Just get out of here before
I write you all up.

Move! Now! Speed it up!

- Talk to your boss.
He'll tell you the score.

- All right, all right.

(engine starts)

(men laughing)

- He took the tire iron from him
like candy from a baby.

No fear at all.
- Ah. Not my first dustup.

- Real tough guy, huh?

- If need be.
- If need be. That's rich.

(laughing)

So you think
you could take me on?

- If need be.

(laughing)

- Welcome aboard.
Milton Scruggs.

- What are you lot doing
lollygagging around?

- Nothing going on out
there tonight, boss.

- Run into any trouble?

- Couple of Graves' men.

Thought we'd come
to an agreement?

(boss): Man upstairs
told me we had.

- Ha, ha. I guess the word
didn't trickle down.

- Everything turn out all right?

- Sure did.

Henry here twisted one of 'em
up into a soft pretzel.

- He was just telling us
all about it.

- Do I know you?

- I don't think so.
- Stand up.

(tense music)

No, I do know you. Henry, is it?

- That's right.
- What's your surname?

- Higgins.
- That's where I know you from.

St. Anne's Academy?

- Yes. How do you know that?

(laughing)

- Floyd Griswold.

- Floyd?
(chuckling)

- What has it been?
- Oh, 30 years if it's a day.

- What, you two know each other?
- You're damn right we do.

Two English boys growing up
in the Gaspé.

How the devil did you
end up here?

- Well, I could ask you
the same.

- I always thought you were
made for better things.

No offense, boys.
(chuckling)

- I just need some extra money.

- He's a good man, Floyd.
- Oh, you don't need

to tell me that.
I was a bit of a runt

back in the day and Henry here
always had my back.

(Floyd laughing)

You want a job here, you got it.

- Thank you.

Looks like you're doing well
for yourself, owning a business.

- I don't own it. Just run it.

- Yeah, he's a hell of a boss.

- You already got a job,
Scruggs.

No need to blow smoke up my ass.

But if you're looking
for something to do,

you can pour us some drinks.

(Floyd laughing)
Grab a seat, Henry.

Grab a seat.

(indistinct chatter)

- What's that?
- It's a thank you.

For last night.

Damn.
- What?

- Uh, my pocket watch.

Must have left it
in the tow truck.

Cover for me, will you?
I'll be right back.

- Mr. Alston was out of town
at the time.

And he claims he's secured
another investor.

- Both claims true?
- They could be.

And he seemed genuinely
shocked that Mr. Fisk was dead.

- Did the lads find
any sign of a weapon?

- Not a trace.
- I see.

The widow Fisk.

She's a lot younger than he was,
isn't she?

- Sir?
- Well,

rich old man,
pretty younger wife.

Wouldn't surprise me
if she wanted

to hurry nature along.

- She says she was
with her sister.

- Well, let's see if the sister
backs her story up.

Bring her in. We'll have a chat.

- We?
- I'm with you on this one,

Murdoch. The desk job
is making me feel old.

And I don't like the feeling.

(curious music)

(loud whirring)

(ominous music)

- That's horrible news.

Archibald was
a dedicated husband.

- Is that so?

And was your sister
a dedicated wife?

- She was with me
the day her husband died.

- That doesn't answer
the question.

- Please. We need the truth.

- She went out that evening.

She thought I didn't know.

- Where did she go?

(footsteps approaching)

- As the detective said,

I think it's time for the truth.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

How long has it been since
your husband went missing?

- Three days now.

- I see. Can you provide
a photograph?

- I cannot. I...

How long do I have to wait
before I can declare him dead?

- Excuse me?
- I would like to declare

him dead so that I can get on
with my life.

(door opens and closes)

- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.

- Roberts.
- Henry.

How goes the double life?
- It's increasingly complicated.

Where's Detective Murdoch?

- In his office
with the Chief Constable.

- So, it appears that Mrs. Fisk
has been less than faithful.

- If we're to believe
the sister.

- I'm inclined to.
- As am I.

- Hm.

What are you hanging
around for, Higgins?

- I took another job.

- Are you still showing up
here on time?

- I have been.
- Well, then I don't have

a problem with it. In fact,
I applaud the initiative.

- Mm.
- There is something else,

though, sirs.

I think I've seen a murder.

- You think?

- Well, I found a dead body
with a knife sticking in it.

(Murdoch): Where?
- In the chest, sir.

- The body, Higgins,
where's the body?

- Oh. Huh. I-In a warehouse
in the boot of an auto.

- Take me there.
- I...

That's just the thing, sir.

They don't know
I'm a policeman.

- What's the job?
- I'm working for

an auto towing company,
but I don't think

their practices
are all aboveboard.

- Henry, are you telling us that
you've been breaking the law?

- Well, I'd prefer to think
of it as working undercover.

- Working undercover?
Under whose authority?

- Mine.
- Yours?

- Well, not at first,

but once I thought something
fishy was going on...

- Well, let's bring in
whoever's working there.

- I wouldn't do that, sir.

- Oh, is that so?
Then what exactly would you do?

- Well, someone is at the head
of this organization, sir.

Let me stay in there
and I'll find out who.

- And how do you know
all this, Henry?

- One of the men working
at the warehouse

is an old friend of mine.
I don't believe anyone there

is a killer, but I can find out
who they're working for.

- I hate to say it,
but he has a point.

And we do have a...
a man on the inside.

- Need I remind the two of you

that Constable Tucker
worked undercover for us

and he ended up dead.

- Are you sure
you're up to it, Higgins?

- I am.
- Good.

Well, you could also get
a list of all the automobiles

that are currently impounded.

Alderman Atkins has been
complaining about it.

- And, Henry,
I'll need to see that body.

- None of the men show up
until after dark.

- Sir, Mr. Anderson is here.
- Right. Thank you.

- Sir, if I pull this off,
would you consider a raise?

- We'll talk about it.
If you're not dead.

- Oh.

- Detective Murdoch.
Wilmer Anderson, Elmridge Hotel.

You wanted to talk to me?

- Yes. Please, come in.
Have a seat.

- What can I do for you?

- We wanted to ask you
a few questions

about one of your
frequent guests,

a Mrs. Prunella Fisk.

- I'm sorry,
but it's the hotel's policy

not to release private
information about hotel guests.

- And it's my policy
to jail people

who don't cooperate
with the police.

- She comes in every
second week with her husband.

- Her husband?
- That's what she says.

- And this husband,
what does he look like?

- He's a tall Black man.
Very handsome.

(tense music)

(pencil scratching)

- What are you doing here?

Shift doesn't start
for two hours.

- I'm just looking at the autos.

- Why?

- Thinking of buying one.

Uh, maybe one like
yours over there.

- Mm.

- What are you doing here
so early?

- Boss wanted something
from the office.

- There's still so many
cars here.

Don't people come
to claim them?

- Junkers that aren't worth
anything,

we let the owners know,
but...

Ones that are cherry,
well, what can I say?

They go missing.

- You steal them?

- If they're worth stealing.

Look, I'm not proud of it,
Henry,

but I got six mouths at home
and one on the way.

And, besides, if you got money
for a nice auto,

you got money
for another one.

Look, if you don't like it,

I understand.

But I'd get out now.

- My wife has steak tastes.

And I've just got
a sausage budget.

- We're providers.

We do what we do to get by.

See you in a couple hours.

Oh, Henry?
- Yes?

- You've seen how easy
these beasts are to steal.

Why would you want to buy one?
(laughing)

(door creaks open)

(door closes)

- Steak tastes
and a sausage budget?

- It was the first thing
that came to mind, sir.

- Where's the body?
- It's just over here.

It was in here, sir.

- Well, that's definitely blood.

- I told you.

- This trunk smells like bleach.

- Sir, I'll find out
what happened to the body.

I promise you.

(indistinct chatter)

(church bells ringing)

- Chief Constable.
- Ah.

Did you know that Mr. Fisk

was only 15 years older than me?

And he was of ill health.

- What are you saying, sir?
- Well, ill health,

wife playing around
with the help,

bullet to the temple.
(mimics gunshot)

Maybe he did himself in?
Could hardly blame him.

- Well, sir, that is possible,

but if he had taken
his own life,

wouldn't we have found the gun
with the body?

- Oh, I suppose so.

What's the story with the poor
sod that Higgins found?

- Well, sir, the body was gone.

But I did find blood inside
of the automobile,

so the body had been there.
- Splendid.

So what good does that do us
now it's not there?

- Sir, it's not ideal,
but Henry does assure me

that he'll make it right.

- Ugh. That fills me
with optimism.

(sighs)
Poor old bugger.

Throws a birthday party
for his wife,

and a week later, she kills him.
- Allegedly.

- Well, let's see if we can
make a change in that, Murdoch.

Bring her in.

- Detective.
Fancy running into you here.

- Wuh...

- Bill Watson.

You arrested me some years back.

- Armed robbery.
- Amongst other things.

Well, look, I'm a free man now.

I did my time.
I've turned my life around.

- Oh, good! Good for you.

- I want you to know that I am
done with the snoochie-boochies.

- Excellent.

(curious music)

Snoochie-boochies?

(men laughing)

- Long way from Gaspé
isn't it, Henry?

Who would've thought
we'd end up here

in this stink hole?

- Ah, you're doing all right.

- Speaking of stink,
what happened here?

Somebody clean up the place?
- Ah, I keep telling Tyler there

to quit bringing
sardines to work.

- I like sardines.

- No one else does.

- Any trouble with
Graves' men earlier?

- No, looks like boss
got the word out.

- He ever come by here?
- Who?

- This boss.
I'd like to meet him.

(laughing)

- You don't want that.

'Kay, you want to work here,
you do your job,

you collect your pay,
don't ask questions.

That right, Floyd?
- It's not that bad.

- It's true, though, isn't it?

- The owner come and claim
that car

we picked up on my first night?

- Something like that.
What do you care, anyway?

- You heard what he said.
About the questions.

(tense music)

- Well, there's no point
denying it, is there?

I did love Archibald,
but there was something...

lacking.

- Worn out like an old shoe,
was he?

- He was a good and decent man.

- That you and your lover,
Mr. Woodley, decided to kill.

- We did not. On my word.

I have admitted my philandering,

but both Sherman and I
were at the hotel the night

Archibald was killed.
- One of you could be

covering for the other.
- I'm telling the truth.

Archibald and I may have
stopped sharing intimacies,

but he loved me more than
anything in the world.

- Why should we believe you?

- Did you love him?

- I still do.

I always will.

- Hey, you want a lift?
- I'll walk.

I'd like to make it home alive.
- You don't trust my driving.

- I don't trust your drinking.

- Ah. Lightweight.
This is nothing.

- Are you sure?
- Don't worry.

It's all right.
I'll take it easy.

(gunshot)
Ah!

(grunts)

(gunshots)

(panting)

- Briar.

Briar?!

Briar?

Briar, are you all right?

(panting)

Help! Help!

Oh, no, no.
(muttering)

Help!

- Henry reported it last night.

- Two bodies in a week,
both on Higgins' watch.

Perhaps it's time to end this.

- But, sir, Henry has yet
to identify

whoever's in charge
of this organization.

- Everyone in that lot
is guilty of theft.

Maybe we pull him out
and arrest whoever we can

while we've still got
the chance.

- Maybe so.
Or we could let Henry persuade

his friend to give up his boss.

- Ah, speak of the devil.

- Please, sirs. I...
I want to see this through.

- You were nearly shot.

You're in league
with a bunch of killers.

- That's just it, sir.
I don't think Floyd

is behind any of this violence.

I don't think
that he's a killer.

- Have you gone soft, Higgins,

just because you held hands
when you were seven years old?

- Sir, if the time comes
and I have to lock Floyd up,

I will. But not for a murder
he didn't commit.

- Sir, if Henry believes
he can handle himself,

then we should give him a chance
to arrest

whoever's behind all this.

- Fine. But he's on
your conscience, Murdoch.

I've got a dodgy feeling
about all this.

- Thank you, sirs.
I won't let you down.

- Thank you.

Mr. Fisk's financial records.

Oh, my.

- Archibald broke, is he?

- Well, yes.

And it appears the bank
was set to foreclose

on his home... next month.

- So, if the two love birds
murdered the old man

for his fortune,
they're in for a rude awakening.

- I'd like to bring
the two of them in,

see how they react to this news.
- Mm.

(tense music)

- Mrs. Fisk,

are you now ready
to tell me the truth?

- I already told you, Detective.

Neither I nor Sherman
had anything to do

with Archibald's murder.

- Mr. Woodley. I asked you
if there was anything going on

between Mr. and Mrs. Fisk,

and you lied to me.

The two of you were carrying on
an affair.

- Can you blame me for not being
forthcoming about all this?

- That is immaterial.

And it does nothing
to lessen my suspicions.

- The hotel staff must
be able to confirm this.

- The clerk did confirm
that you checked into the hotel.

But one, or both of you,
could have returned home

and murdered Archibald Fisk.

- Why on earth would we do that?
- To gain access to his money.

- No, Archibald was always
very generous.

There is nothing he'd deny me.

- Well, that may have been true
in the past,

but there was very little left
to give

at the time of his death.

A number of poor investments
left him destitute.

- Well, that explains it.

- I beg your pardon?

- It explains why Archibald
was behaving the way he was.

Sullen and sad, inconsolable.

How he must have burdened
himself with this.

- It's true.
He was in poor spirits

months before his murder.

- It's why I took up
with Sherman in the first place.

Archibald wasn't the man
I married anymore,

but that doesn't mean
we killed him.

- Constables are searching
your home now

for the murder weapon.

You are to remain in our cells
until it's recovered.

(soft music)

(Roberts): Sir.

(snoring)

Sir?

Chief!
- Wh-wh-what is it? Uh, oh!

(sighs)
Has no one ever told you

to knock before you enter
a superior's office?

- Eh, sorry, sir.
I didn't expect to see you

sleeping on the job.
- Watch it, lad.

I was just resting my eyes.

- Of course, sir.
- Typical.

He's not replaced my decanter.

I'll bet it's terrible tea.
What is it you want?

- I've been working
a missing person's case,

and I think it may relate
to what Henry's doing.

- How's that?
- It turns out the missing man

spent some time in our cells
a few years back for car theft.

- Sir.

I know this man.

- You do?
- Yes.

This was the dead man I found
in the trunk at the warehouse.

- This is Aldous Graves.
He runs a cartage company.

Well... used to.
- What have you got there?

- The knife that killed him,
sir.

Found it in Griswold's auto.
- Give it here.

So your friend killed his
competitor to consolidate power.

- Sir, I know it looks
that way, but--

- It looks that way
because it is that way!

I wouldn't be surprised
if Graves' gang

were behind Cecil Briar's
killing, a retaliation.

- Let me speak to Floyd, sir.

- I'll speak to Floyd.
Roberts, bring him in.

And see if you can track down
Graves' gang, as well.

- Yes, sir.

- Higgins, you've got
12 hours to find the boss.

I don't need you ending up
as a cadaver as well.

Tell us what you know
about Aldous Graves.

(door closes)

- Graves? What about him?

- Well, you tell me, sunshine.
You're the one who killed him.

Looks familiar, doesn't it?

- This knife was found
in your automobile.

It was also seen in the body
of your rival, Aldous Graves.

- Who was found in the back of
a stolen automobile

in your lot, no less.
- Oh, what are you on about?

I thought you wanted
to talk about Cecil Briar,

a good man shot down
in the street.

- By someone who likely
worked with Mr. Graves.

Likely revenge for you
killing their boss.

- I've never seen that knife
in my life.

I didn't kill Graves.

- We received an anonymous tip

that you were the last person
seen with Graves

before he was found dead
in your car lot.

- This is a setup.

Yeah, I'm being set up.

- I find that hard to believe.

And I imagine a judge won't
swallow that rubbish either.

Now, if you're so innocent,

tell us about your boss.

- I don't know
anything about him.

(soft tense music)

- You're headed for the gallows,
Griswold.

Take my advice,
start talking.

- Henry.
(chuckles)

Thank God you're here.

They're trying to pin
a murder on me.

Did they question you?

- Floyd, I work here.
At the station house.

- Wait, you what?
- I'm a policeman.

- You're a copper.

How could you?

I took you in. I gave you a job.

I vouched for you!

And now you're setting me up
for a murder I didn't commit.

That's some old friend!
(thuds)

- If you didn't do it, then you
should tell us what you know.

- Oh, you have some nerve,
you know that?

(Higgins sighs)

All I know is I met Graves
the night he went missing.

We made a deal.

Neither of us were keen
to spill any more blood,

so he ceded some territory
and I handed over some trucks.

- And then what?
- And then that was it!

We shook hands
and went our separate ways.

I had no reason to kill the man.

- We're not looking to give you
a life sentence for stealing.

We only care about the murders.
Please.

Think about talking
to Detective Murdoch.

(sighs)

- You know, Briar warned me.

Said we couldn't trust
everyone in the crew.

Said there might be a rat.

But I never thought
for one second that it was you.

(Roberts): Sir.
- Ah, Roberts.

- I went looking
for Graves' men,

but they've been in the cells
of Station House #1

for three days now.
- For what?

- They were in a drunken brawl
at Logans Inn.

- Ah, so they weren't the ones
who shot Cecil Briar.

- I'm afraid not.

- Ah, Murdoch.

The young Mrs. Fisk
and the driver. Any luck?

- Possibly.
Uh, it appears Archibald Fisk

had a substantial
life insurance policy.

- So they knew he was broke

and they killed him to get
at the policy.

That sounds like motive to me.

- I'm still not sure, sir.

Mrs. Fisk seemed
genuinely distraught

at the news
of her husband's passing.

And I don't think she knew
he was out of money.

Also, we don't know
where the gun is.

- Ah, the great detective,
again. Just the man I was after.

- You know this fellow, Murdoch?

- He's put me away.

Three separate times,
I might add.

- Sir, this is
Slippery Bill Watson,

a career criminal.

- Well, that's quite
the reference.

- Slippery no more.

Mute Robert and I
have parted ways.

- Mute Robert?

- Yeah, he was a tubby
accomplice of mine.

But now I'm walking
the straight and narrow

because I found Christ.

- What can we do for you,
Mr. Watson?

- Oh!

(Brackenreid): Whoa!
- Oh, it's not loaded,

all right?
Funny story this.

I'm taking my first
few steps of freedom

and temptation falls
out of the sky

and hits me in the head.

- I'm afraid I don't understand.

- You and I both.
I mean, how does a gun

fall out of the sky? And why?

- Listen, sunshine,
tell the truth.

What really happened?
- Uh, Detective,

you're a man of faith,
are you not?

- I am.
- So you know

the Good Book says:

"Be sober, be vigilant;

because the devil,
as a roaring lion,

walketh about,
seeking whom he may devour."

- First Peter, 5, verse 8.

- Yes, but the Good Book
doesn't say

believing lying career criminals

who tell ridiculous tall tales,
now, does it?

- Sir, um...

look at this.

"AF."

I believe this gun may have
belonged to Archibald Fisk.

- Bloody hell, Murdoch.
How's that possible?

- Well, isn't it obvious?

God delivered it to me.

- God delivered it?

And if you believe
that nonsense,

then I've got 20 acres
in Timbuktu to sell you.

- Even if it is a lie,
why walk in here

and hand us the gun?

And why the outrageous tale
about it falling from the sky?

- Man's crackers!
Too many billy clubs

up the side of the head.

And if he carries
on with this cockamamie story,

he's going to get another one.

- I've spoken with the warden
at the Don

and Mr. Watson could not
have murdered Archibald Fisk

because he was in custody
at the time of the murder.

- So another dead end,
no pun intended.

- Thank you for your time,
Mr. Watson. You're free to go.

- Peace be with you, Detective.
- And also with you.

- And especially you.

- Ah, so now we're all nice
and warm and friendly.

But it still doesn't explain
how that gun fell from the sky.

- Let's have a closer look
at the area

where he claims it fell on him.

- Orders are clear.

We're to keep working
until things get sorted.

- We shouldn't even be here.

Briar's dead,
Griswold's behind bars.

I mean, who knows?

Maybe the cops
are watching us right now.

- Shut it, Tyler!

You want to tell the boss
you're too scared to work?

That's what I thought.

I'll handle all messages
between us and the boss.

Henry, you hit the streets
tonight.

Tyler, you're in the shop.

- And why is it that
we're taking orders from you?

We've lost two men, sure.

That should just mean
that the shares

increase with the risk.

- You haven't been here

long enough to have
a cup of coffee.

- What I want is to meet
with this boss of yours.

And I'm not afraid of him
like the rest of you Sallys.

- You must have
a few screws loose.

- Now, Tyler,

if tough guy here
wants to meet the boss,

he's in the building out back.

I'll show him.

Come on, let's go for a walk,
Henry.

- Hm.

- You know, Henry, you might
want to keep your nose clean

and your mouth shut.

I'd hate for you to be a problem
like Briar was.

- A problem? What do you mean?

- Well, when a general
hands down orders,

a soldier follows them.

Briar and Griswold, they thought
they were too smart.

- And what did Griswold do?

- He didn't take orders.
The boss,

he wanted Graves
out of the picture.

Instead Griswold and Graves
made a deal.

- Well, what's the problem
with that?

- The boss didn't want
a peace agreement.

He wanted Graves eliminated.

So I did what needed doing.

- And Briar? What of him?

- Well, the boss says
Griswold and his loyalists,

they can't be trusted anymore.

They gotta go.

And I'm sorry.

(gun clicks)
That means you too, Henry.

(tense music)

- What have you got for me,
Murdoch?

- A theory.
- I'd prefer a solution.

- I believe they may be
one and the same.

- So what's all this?
- These items were found

near where Mr. Watson said

that this gun
fell out of the sky.

- What do they prove?

- That you may
have been right, sir.

- Of course I was.

Right about what?
(chuckles)

- Sir, I believe Archibald Fisk
took his own life.

Have a look at these
Chinese lanterns.

(crowd gasping)

(soft music)

(Murdoch): Archibald Fisk
was ill and dying and penniless.

But he dearly loved his wife.

He had a substantial
insurance policy,

enough to provide for Prunella
well into her old age.

But the insurance would not
pay out

if he took his own life.

So he had to make it appear
as though it were a murder.

(gun clicking)

(gunshot)

Once the shot was fired,

the lantern lifted off

and carried away any evidence

that his death
was self-inflicted.

- Well, that's that then.
I knew I was right.

(tense music)

- You're not going to meet
the boss tonight.

You're going to meet your maker.

(gunshot)

(struggling grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(struggling grunts continue)

(thud)

(grunting)

(thudding, grunting)

(gun clicking)

(gunshot, grunt)

(gasping)

- Oh!

Scruggs!

Scruggs, you're dying.

You have nothing left to lose!
Tell me who the boss is!

Scruggs, tell me
who the boss is!

(Higgins panting)

Damn it!

(soft tense music)

(door opens)

- Come to deliver me
to the gallows?

- No.

No gallows, Floyd.

Scruggs killed Graves and Briar.
He framed you.

- Ah, just like I said.

- Oh, I always believed you.

I knew you weren't a killer.

I'm your friend,
but I'm a constable first.

Just tell me who your boss is.

- I don't know.

I just take my pay.
And that's the truth.

God, what a god-awful uniform.

But then again,
a rat in clothes

is already a ridiculous
prospect.

- You can call me a rat
if you like.

But this rat just
spared you the noose.

And with any luck,

you'll be released
from this place

in time to see
your children grow up.

- If you're waiting
on a thank you,

I wouldn't hold my breath.

- It's fine. I did my job.
That's thanks enough.

Floyd, if you know anything
about the boss--

- Ah, Henry.

Every man's got to have a code.

I chose this life.

I'll do my time.

Henry.

We do what we do
to get by, right?

- That's right, Floyd.

- He took his own life?

- I'm afraid so.

- Why the ruse?

- Your husband had a significant
life insurance policy,

with you as the beneficiary.

But it never would have paid out
had his death

been deemed a suicide.

- So he made it look
like murder.

- Yes.

And I am duty-bound to reveal
the truth in the matter.

- 'Course.

I wish I had been worthy
of his love. Excuse me.

(soft music)

(sighs)

(groaning)

- Oi, Higgins!
- Ah.

(laughing)
- Well done, son.

The violence has stopped,
as have the automobile thefts.

- Just doing my job, sir.

- Well, as a man of honour,

I'm going to give you a raise
of an extra 15 cents an hour.

I never thought I'd say this,
but you've earned it.

- Thank you, sir. Ruth will be
most pleased with me.

You know, sir,
I spoke to Floyd about his boss

and Detective Murdoch
offered him full immunity,

but he still wouldn't talk.
- Mm.

So, there is honour
among thieves after all.

Oh, uh, it's a shame you
couldn't convince your mate

to talk, because I would have
made the raise

an even 20 cents an hour.

- Oh, well, sir,
do you fancy a tipple?

- Too late!

- Oh, we can talk about this,
sir! It's on me.

(tense music)

(engine stops, door opens)

- The police shut us down.

(man): So I see. What happened?

- Griswold's old friend
turned out to be a constable

at Station House Four.

- That blasted place.

- Are we opening up shop
somewhere else?

I-I could round up
a few men.

- That won't be necessary.

It appears this avenue
of revenue is closed to me.

That is,

until I get rid of that

damn station house
once and for all.

And mark my words: I intend to.

(theme music)

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