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Up you go!

Henry will be happy
that you're here.

Oh, yes. He's mentioned it
at least a dozen times.

This is his first game
with the team.

And rather an important one,
I hear.

Look! It's Murdoch!

Hi.

I must say,
I'm surprised how popular it is.

Look at all these people.

Do you know the rules?

Not in the slightest.

That must be the Serbian count
that Henry mentioned.

His family was recently outed
in a coup a few years ago.

There is something rather
swarthy about him, isn't there?

Look at how the players

are positioned strategically
on the field.

A line of defense anticipating
any and all outcomes.

Julia, this is quite a lot.

Are we expecting someone?

Yes, we are, William.

You don't mean...

I do.

It actually worked?

We're having a baby.

I'm very sorry.
Are you all right?

Of course.
I'm not made of glass.

I-I don't know what to say.
Uh...

I love you.

I love you, too, William.

And I couldn't be happier.

But I do think that
we should keep this between us.

- At least for a little while.
- Right, right.

Isn't there a law
against that kind of thing?

Have you got something to hide?

Are you enjoying the game, sir?

Not really.

England may have exported
the rules, but not the talent.

Look at that.
Ridiculous.

The batsman's stance
is all wrong.

Come on, Higgins!
Get a move on!

Inspector. One does not yell
at a cricket match.

Oh, really?
Is that what this is?

Rupoo!

Oh, that's Rupert, my brother.

The alive one.

His likeness
to Roger is quite something.

Doesn't my Henry look
so dashing in his uniform?

He is fitting in
quite well here.

They're referred to as whites,
Miss Newsome.

Is this the Serbian count
that's been staying with you?

Oh, yes.
Count Dagan Petrovic.

He said our estate
was the finest he'd ever seen.

He has impeccable taste.

The rules in Serbia
must be quite different.

Dirty bastard!

Go on, lad!
Get after him!

Oh. Inspector.

This is as bad as hockey.

Perhaps the other ball
had a defect.

If this batsman
is anything like the last one,

it won't make a blind bit
of difference.

Bloody hell!

Julia, perhaps you shouldn't.

- Why not?
- This was particularly violent,

and what with your... condition,

I thought it might be best
to let Miss Hart handle it.

Nonsense, William.

Just because I'm accompanied

doesn't mean
I can't do my job properly.

All right.

Front foot planted

firmly down the crease.
Head down.

Strong follow-through,
and fours will come.

Sixes strictly
for the anarchists.

Here endeth the lesson.

So, this one's different.

Any thoughts?

- Murdoch?
- Yes, sir.

It would appear someone
put explosive inside the ball.

We all saw that.

Sirs, the count is ready
to speak when you are.

Yes.
Henry, tell us about the victim.

Michael O'Donnell, sir.

He'd been a part
of the Professionals' team

for some years,
from what I understand.

And the history
between the teams?

Oh, sir,
as you may have heard me mention

several times this week,

they are all professional
cricket players.

Every year, they face off
against us, the Gentlemen.

We are hobbyists.
Of some distinction.

So, basically,
a bunch of rich buggers

pay to be humiliated
by professionals.

Mr. O'Donnell
was sledging the count

in the lead-up to the game, sir.

- Sledging?
- A form of mental intimidation.

He and some teammates
would show up at practice

and taunt the count,

yell insults,
that sort of thing.

For what purpose?

Sir, some people
simply resent us for our wealth.

Brewster! Here.

- Sir.
- Take Miss Newsome home

and then lay out my formal
attire for this evening.

I have an engagement
at the club tonight.

What just happened?

Who the bloody hell is Brewster?

Oh, Ruth insisted
I take on a manservant, sir.

Part of my transformation,
as she calls it.

Ah, yes. You seem
to have adjusted quite well.

Sir, I feel it's the life
I should have always lived.

Animal!

You killed him,
you Serbian bastard!

- What are you saying?
- I know it was you.

- You are a madman.
- Who is that man?

Sam Mactier, sir.

He was also sledging the count.

I believe he was quite close
to O'Donnell.

Why aren't you arresting him?
He blew up my friend.

I mean, my God,
this is his blood.

Yes. I'm very sorry
for the loss of your friend,

but I still have questions.

What do you think was the
count's motive for doing this?

We embarrassed him.

But why?

This game is our chance
to show these twits

they can't just buy glory.

We've been trouncing them
for years,

but then we heard
about this count.

That he was a ringer.

Did Mr. O'Donnell have
direct contact with the count?

No. No.
At least I don't think so.

We just wanted him to know
we were watching.

Only a maniac would do this,
Detective.

He has to hang.

Mr. Petrovic.

Count Petrovic.

Or "my lord," if you prefer.

Detective Murdoch,
Inspector Brackenreid,

Toronto Constabulary.

Why did you switch balls
just prior to the explosion?

The stitching was coming loose.

This is why I nearly hit
that poor man.

It looked to me
like you did it on purpose.

Do you play cricket, Inspector?

I'm from Yorkshire.

Of course I do.

And I'm a damn sight
better than you lot.

Then you will understand
what I mean

when I say
the ball was drifting.

I merely exchanged it
for a better one.

The victim, Mr. O'Donnell,
and Mr. Mactier

had been antagonizing you
in the days prior to the match.

Yes. Very unsportsmanlike for
professional cricket players,

in my humble opinion.

Did you retaliate in any way?

Detective.

I was in the Serbian army.

If I'd wanted to kill that man,

I would have just shot him
like a dog.

Which I have done.

Thank you, Count.

We will be in touch.

Henry.

Where do the players
obtain their cricket equipment?

The only sporting goods store
in town, sir.

- Christianson's.
- Right.

Have constables
fetch a new ball for me

and bring it 'round
to the station house.

Oh, and I'll need a saw.

The center is cork layered
with tightly wound string.

It's possible someone
could have made their own ball

and encased an explosive inside.

I imagine an assembled ball
could also be tampered with,

with the right tools.

It would be more difficult,
but possible.

If it was filled with explosive,

why didn't it blow
on the first bounce?

We can assume they used
a less volatile combustible.

Lyddite, nitroglycerin.

Both are relatively common.

I'll know more once I examine
the ball fragments.

The constables are scouring
the field as we speak.

I'll see if Dr. Ogden
has completed the postmortem.

That may give us something.

Oh, the good doctor...
Is she all right?

She looked a bit flushed
earlier.

Oh. Just the excitement
of the game, I'm sure.

Ah, the sound of willow
on leather.

What's this?

- These are for your table.
- Oh.

And this is a tonic
in powder form.

Meant to ease
the symptoms of nausea.

How thoughtful.
Thank you.

I'll put these in some water.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine, William.

Honestly.

We can live our lives normally,
at least for a little while.

It's all I can think about
lately.

It is exciting.

After everything
we've been through.

It almost feels like a dream.

Well, almost.

Yes.
Have you finished?

I removed the debris.

What was left of him
was badly damaged.

Did you happen to find any
fragments of the ball itself?

I need to determine
the explosive.

Well, that's the odd thing...
There weren't any.

Just splinters of wood
from the bat.

Strange.
It should have blown up with it.

Well, perhaps the explosion
incinerated it completely.

I don't think
the exothermic force

would have been powerful enough
for that.

There should be
at least some trace of it.

One would think.

Well, I should get back and
re-examine the evidence, then.

Constable McNabb
said it was in the range

of the rest of the debris.

He thought
it might be something.

It appears to be a plug
of some kind.

Well, at least we know
the ball wasn't the explosive.

It's nearly intact.

Well, sir, that would mean that
the count is innocent, then?

One step at a time, Henry.

So, the bomb was in the bat?

I believe so, sir.

So, what exactly happened
to this little chap, then?

If I'm correct, the plug
that killed this squirrel

was used to hold
the explosive inside the bat,

which must have
been hollowed out.

- When the ball hit the bat...
- It triggered the explosion,

which blew the plug out
with some velocity.

So poor little Sammy here
was an innocent bystander.

That's tragic.

Henry, how do the players
go about choosing

which bats
they'll use in a game?

Are they shared?

Not on our team, sir.

You have your own bat, Higgins?

Of course, sir.

It's named Ruth.

You've named your bat
after your lady friend?

What about the Professionals?

Oh, I believe they may
share equipment, sir.

So, whoever made the bomb
either handed it to O'Donnell

or placed it
where they knew he'd pick it up.

Henry, did you happen to see
if someone handed him the bat?

Actually, yes, sir.

Mr. Mactier.

Detective.
Inspector.

Have you arrested the murderer?

Actually,
there's a strong chance

we're looking right at him.

What?

Who gave Mr. O'Donnell
the bat he used in the game?

I, uh...

I don't remember.

Why?

The bomb that killed him
was inside it.

What?
How is that possible?

It just is.

Mr. Mactier,
who handed him the bat?

I did.

But I had no idea...

Please, I'm not lying.

You understand
we get that quite a lot?

The bat wasn't even one of ours.
It was the count's.

You handed Mr. O'Donnell
the count's personal bat?

Why?

It was stupid.

We thought we'd score on him
with his poncy bat,

then parade it in front of him.

How did you know
it was the count's?

It had an engraved handle.

Did anyone else
know of your plans?

- Other teammates perhaps?
- No.

Please, I could never Kill
another human being.

We may need to speak
with you further on this.

Of course, Detective.

So, no one else knew.

Which means Mr. O'Donnell
was not the intended victim.

Someone was trying
to kill the count.

Oh, my dear, sweet Natasha.

In all the commotion,
I thought she'd been stolen.

So, she's responsible
for this man's death?

Well, the explosive
inside of it.

Her. Yes.

How awful.

Tea?

When was the bat last used
prior to the game?

At our last practice,
the day before.

Then I believe she was placed
in my stall overnight.

Do you know of anyone who had
access to the changerooms

who may have wished you harm?

I can't think
of a single person.

The count is loved by all,
Detective.

Unless you consider
the Bulgarians.

But few do.

The Bulgarians?

The count fought
at the Battle of Pirot

during the Serbo-Bulgarian War.

He's a war hero.

I was merely doing my duty,
my dear Ruth.

Though you're not the first
to say it.

Yes, well, are there
any Bulgarians in Toronto

who may wish to harm you?

No.

Only those men
on the other team.

Right.
Thank you, Count.

- Miss Newsome.
- Mm.

Oh, it may be best for you
to remain out of sight...

until we can determine
what is going on.

But the game
has been rescheduled

for tomorrow afternoon.

I will not hide
like some Macedonian, Detective.

Whoever did this...

let them come.

Is there anyone else who could
have gotten to the equipment?

Not that I know of, sir.

The killer
must have gained access

to the changeroom
prior to the game.

It's the only time the bomb
could have been planted.

Henry, who was the last person

to leave practice
the night before?

That would be Dr. Newsome, sir.

It was his turn to gather
the equipment afterwards.

- You take turns?
- Yes, sir. Alphabetically.

Ridgewell Munt
did it the night before.

Right.
Bring in Mr. Newsome.

It's Dr. Newsome...

Sir.

Higgins. Does your man have
to stand out there like that?

It would be undignified
to let him sit, sir.

But why is he here?

To attend to my needs,
of course.

What bloody needs?

You'd be surprised
how many I have.

Come, Brewster.

Thank you for coming in, Doctor.

If I may,
what sort of doctor are you?

A cardiac surgeon.

A surgeon? Oh.

And what hospital
do you practice out of?

I don't practice, Detective.

I'm a gentleman.
A man of titles.

I leave it to others
to... perform.

I see.

Dr. Newsome, to your knowledge,

were you the last person
to leave the changeroom

the night before the murder?

As far as I know, yes.

And do you recall
collecting the count's bat?

Vaguely.

There are over a dozen bats
in our cache, Detective.

Please don't.

Did anyone else come into
contact with it after you left?

No.
I suppose I was the last.

Just what are you implying, sir?

Because I'll remind you
of he to whom you are speaking.

Yes, I'm well aware.

I'm simply trying to track
the murder weapon.

I didn't plant a bomb
in our star player's bat.

I put it back in his stall,
as I did with all the others.

Do you know of anyone who may
have wished the count harm?

Detective, we haven't won
against the Professionals

in seven years.

Not only is the count
the best cricket player

I've ever seen... He reaffirms
the necessary divide

between the honorable
proletariat and the beau monde.

I'm captain of the team.

If I knew of anyone
who wished him harm,

I would have come
to you immediately.

You saw no one else
that evening?

Actually, yes.

Leonard Killjoy, a teammate.

He wanted to talk
about my recent decision

to replace him
as opening bowler.

Bumpy's a tad upset.

And the count
was the one who replaced...

- Bumpy?
- Correct.

I was upset
about being replaced, yes.

But I'd never fault the team

for putting
their best players first.

No, what bothered me most
was that the count lied to us.

How so?

He's always going on about
his big battle in Bulgaria.

It all just seemed so contrived.

So I contacted a professor
friend at the university.

Dagan Petrovic never fought
in the Battle of Pirot.

That was the famous general
Dragan Petrovic.

But how do you know the count
didn't fight, as well?

Well, because Dagan Petrovic
was driving gypsies out

of Northern Serbia
and into Hungary at that time.

Is there proof of this?

My professor friend
found a newspaper article

in a British paper
in the archives.

It should still be there.

Where did you go after you spoke
to Dr. Newsome that night?

I had dinner with a woman.

And after dinner?

I mustn't say.

We engaged in amorous congress
the entire evening.

If we ask, she'll confirm this?

She most certainly will not.

So, our count's a liar.

Quite common in those circles,
I'd imagine.

That type are always
building themselves up

to be something they're not.

But it does raise
some suspicions, sir.

If he lied about that, what else
might he be lying about?

You think he could have been
the one to kill O'Donnell?

Perhaps he learned
of the plot to steal his bat

and sabotaged it first.

Sirs. I checked
on Mr. Killjoy's alibi.

The woman he was with
corroborated his story.

It was off-putting, sir.

Have a look at this, Higgins.

Your war hero.

I don't understand. He wasn't
at the Battle of Pirot?

No, sir, he showed me his scars.

- He has battle scars?
- Yes, sir.

Quite a deep one, in fact,
right down here.

Right here, you say?

How big is this scar?

I'd say like that.

That's an appendectomy scar,
Henry.

This article clearly states that
you were hundreds of miles away,

flushing gypsy camps
out of Northern Serbia.

I've never seen this before.

It says right there...

"cousin of the king's wife,
Dagan Petrovic."

That's you, is it not?

Gentlemen, in the chaos of war,

many facts are distorted
or fabricated.

Sometimes things take on
a mythology of their own.

The chap who fought at Pirot
was named as Dragan Petrovic,

which means that you got
your own name wrong.

So tell us...
Who are you, really?

Besides a man
without an appendix.

What a surprise.

Hello, darling.

Officers.
What's this about?

These men are implying
that I am some sort of liar.

Or fraud.

Oh, you're not, Henry, are you?

No. Not exactly.
We just...

I'm not.

They are.

I'm afraid
I must ask you to leave.

This man is a victim,
not a criminal,

and the fact you are questioning
him is frankly inexcusable.

This man can't even remember
which battle he fought in.

How dare you, sir?!

Honestly, this is ridiculous!

I've half a mind
to toss you out myself!

Dr. Newsome, please.

- Rupoo, count to 10.
- The man is royalty, Ruthie.

This man is lying to you,
Newsome.

An inflammatory accusation, sir.

- Call it what you like.
- Mm!

I refuse to listen
to any more of this.

What is that?

That's mine.

I was bringing it upstairs
when these men arrived.

- Allow me to assist you.
- No, that's all right.

Oh, please, I insist.
Truly, I just...

That's not mine.

You just said it was.

The truth.

For a change.

I'm not a count.

I'm Stan.
Stanley Palazzo.

- What?!
- What are you saying?

What we've been trying to tell
you for the last five minutes.

This man is an impostor.

We opened our home to you.
Our home!

- Dr. Newsome, please sit down.
- I will not!

This is an outrage
and... and an affront!

Calm down, Newsome.
He'll get his comeuppance.

- Henry, I don't feel so good.
- He must hang!

Ruth?

I think
I should probably sit down.

Ruth! Ruth.

So, who are you, really?

I told you...
I'm Stanley Palazzo.

- I'm from Oshawa.
- Oh, dear God.

Oshawa.
Could it be worse?

- Mr. Newsome, please.
- Dr. Newsome.

And I will not be silent
for this... this... fabulist!

Just let me explain.

She's coming to!

Are you all right, fairy face?

Yes, I think so.

What is he still doing here?!
You take him to jail!

All right, enough!
Doctor, sit down.

- Count.
- Stanley.

Stanley, sit.

Miss Newsome, breathe.

Now, just what was
your plan exactly?

I didn't really have one.

I met Ruth on the train,
and I saw an obvious mark.

- What about your war medals?
- Russian.

From a pawnshop
in Ronkonkoma, New York.

And before I knew it,
she invited me to stay here,

and Rupert had made me
a member of the team.

I really didn't have to do much.

We thought
you were exiled royalty!

Sit down, Newsome!

But where did you learn
to play cricket like that?

- Prison.
- Oh.

- Ruth!
- You gonzoogler!

I should run you through!

Oh, you were more than willing
to exploit me

for my cricket skills.
You're no victim.

Gentlemen, sit!

And put the cutlery down!

Henry, is she all right?

Oh, I think so, sir.

But how much more betrayal
can one woman take?!

So, you were getting ready
to run.

What choice did I have?
Someone's trying to kill me.

Been at this for some time,
I take it.

The confidence game?

Long enough.

I imagine you've accumulated
quite a list of enemies.

I suppose.

How did you learn
about the Serbian monarchy?

I did some jobs
with a Serbian grifter.

Clearly he couldn't get
the names right, either.

It is it possible a member

of the Gentlemen's team
recognized you?

Had you had any dealings
with them prior to this?

No.

I wouldn't have gotten
involved if I had.

Mr. Palazzo, who do you think
planted the bomb?

I honestly have no idea.

A couple of days ago,
I got this in my stall.

That's it?

Yeah.

And for the life of me, I can't
figure out what it means.

Where were you
in November of last year?

In Kingston jail.

Detective, please.

You gotta help me.

Someone is out for revenge,

and with nowhere to stay,
I'm a walking target.

May I have a moment, Detective?

Of course.

I have never been this upset
in my entire life.

Except
when you killed dear Roger.

Might I suggest taking an
inventory of your possessions?

Some items may have been stolen.

I'll have the servants
look around.

Detective, would it be possible
to keep this quiet?

I understand a crime
has been committed,

but if you could see
your way to be discreet...

I promise to do what I can.

If any of my friends found out,

we would be laughed
straight out of Mimico.

Of course.

Thank you.

We will weather this storm.

The Newsomes are nothing
if not survivors.

Except, of course, dear Roger.

I have no doubt.

Miss Newsome.

Let's go, dear.

- Henry.
- Hmm?

Find out where the Newsomes
do their banking,

speak with the manager.

It's possible Stanley gained
access to their accounts.

Sir.

Come in.

I suppose the list of suspects
has grown,

what with this Palazzo
being the target.

Not necessarily.

The only people who had access
were the Gentlemen themselves.

The motive may have changed,

but the possible perpetrators
haven't.

We need to find out
if Stanley's swindled

any of them in the past.

That's the most likely motive.

Let's look into any connections.

A group that thick...
There must be something.

Sir.

He's at a hotel,
with a guard at the door.

He's safe.

The cad.

What if...

What if the guard weren't there?

Well, then he would be
in real danger.

Would that be so bad?

Flittermouse, you can't
actually wish him...

Can you?

Well, I admit... I have been
daydreaming about it.

Henry, our family
has worked so hard

to build our standing
in the community.

First, the undercooked chicken
at the fundraiser,

- and now this.
- Bonbons...

Detective Murdoch will assist me
in catching whoever did this.

I'll make sure he never shows
his face in Toronto again.

Just please don't kill him.

Oh, you always know
just what to say.

Brewster!
Take Miss Newsome home.

I'll see you shortly,
my wingless dove.

Having second thoughts?

Not that it would do me any good
at this point. But no.

Not a one.

I've brought you something.

Oh, what is it?

Lavender oil.
It's said to be soothing.

It's... It's lovely.

Perhaps a bit strong.

What do I do with it?

Well, I thought you might know.

- Perhaps it should be diluted.
- Thank you.

Right,
I'm gonna let you off this time.

But if it happens again,
I'm gonna tell your mother.

You keep an eye on him.
Off you go.

Murdoch.

We found a connection
between the count

- and one of the gentlemen.
- Which one?

The lothario, Leonard Killjoy.

Apparently Stanley
was involved in a scheme

to relieve Killjoy's wife
of a tidy sum.

Was he arrested for it?

Not for
that particular instance,

but he was
for a similar swindle.

He confessed to both.

- So, Mr. Killjoy knew the truth.
- Mm.

Higgins said that it broke up
the man's marriage.

He's on his way in.

Very good.

Well, she was an idiot.

- Your wife?
- Ex-wife.

They convinced her
she was investing

in a property development
in the swamplands of Florida.

Oh, that must have been
upsetting.

I didn't marry her
for her brains, Detective.

We divorced shortly after.

But you never met
the man who swindled her?

No.

But according to her,
he was quite charming.

Yes. Mr. Killjoy,
we have reason to believe

Stanley Palazzo is the man
who swindled your wife.

- Who?
- Stanley Palazzo.

The fraudster who has been
posing as Count Petrovic.

Wait, wait.
So he's a...

Confidence man.

Unbelievable!

Oh, the Newsomes
must be mortified!

- Mr. Killjoy.
- Oh, oh.

I must tell everyone
at the club.

What did you say his name was?

- Palazzo.
- Oh!

And swindled by an Italian
to boot!

How marvelous!

Oh, boy.

Higgins spoke
to the Newsomes' bank manager.

It seems that Stanley did try
to make a withdrawal

from one of their accounts.

I thought so.
How much did he steal?

Not a penny.

The bank manager
became suspicious

and alerted Dr. Newsome
personally.

The transaction was canceled,
and no further action was taken.

So Dr. Newsome
knew about the attempt?

- It seems so.
- And yet he did nothing.

And made quite a show

- of being surprised.
- Oh.

Sir, my shift is ending soon.

Do you think I might be able
to join the practice?

I don't know, Henry.

This definitely
takes precedence.

This is Dr. Newsome's cabinet,
Sir.

Maybe it's a surgical tool?

What are you doing?

Dr. Newsome.

We found these in your stall.

- What are those?
- Well, they appear to be

the tool used to hollow out
a cricket bat

and a bottle of nitroglycerin.

Nonsense.
Those aren't mine.

Dr. Newsome,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Michael O'Donnell.

Are you joking?!

This is preposterous!

Henry! Are you going
to let him do this to me?

Henry!

I have no idea
how those got into my stall.

For all I know,
you put them there.

Why did you not come
to the police when you learned

Stanley wasn't
who he claimed to be?

Detective, please.

I've told you
how long we've been losing

to those Professionals.

I didn't care who he was.

We needed him to win.

I wasn't about to let
something as silly as money

get in the way of that.

So you abetted a charlatan
in order to win a cricket match?

Well, of course when you say it
like that, it sounds absurd.

But I was planning
on informing the police...

after we won the game.

How do you explain these?

I suppose I've been framed.

You have to believe me.

I'm a surgeon, not a murderer!

You certainly had motive.

What motive?

The attempted theft.

The shame it would have
brought to your family

had the news gotten out.

He needed to be silenced.

Detective Murdoch, I am a member
of the Mimico Newsomes.

We do not murder people.

That I know of.

- Does this mean anything to you?
- Hmm.

November 26th.

Ah. The birthday of Schmelzer,
my favorite composer.

I'm sorry, Dr. Newsome,
but given the evidence,

I have no choice
but to charge you.

Put my bag in my stall,
Brewster.

Yes, sir.

I hope you waxed
your bat, Higgins.

You don't have a hope in hell
without that ringer.

Get ready for a pummeling.

This one's for Michael.

BRACKENREID I know
we've been down this road before

with Roger,
but I'm still flummoxed

as to how dense
the Newsomes can be.

It is difficult to fathom.

It can't be easy for Ruth,
though,

now with both brothers gone.

At least she has Henry.

Here's to a job well done,
Detective.

There is still the matter
of this note, sir.

Dr. Newsome claims
to not to know what it is.

He also claims to be innocent.

Maybe it's just more sledging
from the Professionals.

That's possible.

Maybe someone slipped it
to him as a prank.

Could even be some other
poor bugger that he swindled.

No doubt we'll be investigating.

Stanley's murder
in the near future.

But, right now, it's got
nothing to do with this.

I suppose you're right.

I am right, Murdoch.

I'm always right.

Until I'm wrong.

Rupert Newsome is our Killer.

Gentlemen... and I do not use
that term lightly...

A few words, if I may.

Now, I know that many of you
must be thinking

that we are doomed to fail
without the count...

Or Stanley,
or whoever that impostor was.

And it is true...
We have lost our captain

and our best player to...

Murder and lies?

Look at these men before you.

This team is
more than just an individual.

This team represents all that
is right and just in society.

When I joined,
I was a lowly commoner,

and you accepted me
as one of your own,

and you welcomed me
into your world.

And now I am proud to call
myself one of you, win or lose.

And win or lose, we will play
with dignity and with honor.

- What?
- What?

What do you want?

Forgiveness.

Well, I'm sorry, sir.

We do not play
with thieves and liars.

Are you ready to bowl?

Yes, sir!

Good to be back.

Come on!
Here we go!

That's it!
That's it!

Good to have you back.

Sir!

What is it, Murdoch?

Have a look at this.

What am I looking at?

- November 26th.
- And?

Well, sir,
do you think it's possible

that whoever wrote this
was referring to this event?

But it doesn't make sense.

Stanley isn't the count.

Yes, but no one knew that.

But you said
someone from the Gentlemen

must have planted the bomb.

Now your new theory is, what,
that some gypsy wanted revenge?

How many gypsies do you know
that are members

of a posh cricket club?

There must be a connection.

It doesn't bloody exist,
Murdoch.

We interviewed
every player who had access

to that changing room.

We interviewed every player,
but not every person.

Brewster!
Take Miss Newsome home.

Henry's manservant.

I'd like a word with him.

There it is!
That's it!

Sir.

Sir, are you all right?

Someone hit me.

Felt like a train.

Who did this to you?

You there.
Look after this man.

What are you doing?

Stop!

Don't come any closer.

Brewster, what are you doing?

- I insist you unhand...
- Quiet, you blithering idiot!

My name is Baval.
Did you hear me, monster?

- Baval Salazar.
- I hear you.

And whatever I did, I'm sorry.
I can pay you back.

There's no paying back
what you took from me.

I was a child
when you killed my parents.

You and your army of murderers!

Mr. Salazar, listen to me.

This man
is not who you think he is.

- It's true. I'm not...
- Shut up!

He's a fraud.
An impostor.

- A petty thief.
- Hey!

His name is Stanley Palazzo.

- He is not Dagan Petrovic.
- It's true. Listen to his voice.

I only pretended to be the count

so that I could steal
from the Newsomes.

- I'm not even Serbian!
- You're a pig.

You'll say anything.

I've been dreaming about this
for years.

- No!
- For all the pain!

- No!
- Aah!

- I'm bleeding.
- It's just a surface wound.

You'll be fine.

Good work, Henry.

Thank you, sir.

It's a good thing
old Ruth is as thick as she is.

And I just love
both my brothers so dearly.

You can imagine my distress
with one barely in the grave

and then the other one in jail.

Rupoo!

Ruthie-shmuthie.

I am so glad you're all right.

Oh, oh! Did Henry tell you
how heroic he was?

In some detail, yes.
You should be proud.

Oh, you should have seen it.
He was magnificent.

Just like a lion,
only with a bat.

Well, I suppose
the real work begins now...

Trying to find
a quality manservant.

- Dr. Newsome.
- Ah, Detective.

I hope
there are no hard feelings.

Henry told me you worked
to prove my innocence.

For that, I am grateful.

Perhaps, one day,
I may even forgive you

- for killing my brother.
- Perhaps.

I'll see you soon.

My hero.

Gentlemen.

Can you believe a family
as fine as that has taken me on

as one of their own?

If it's a boy, perhaps
the inspector could teach him

- to play cricket.
- There's nothing

that says that girls can't play,
as well.

True.

These are modern times, William.

I imagine we'll have to start
looking for a house.

Something bigger.

I'm perfectly happy
in the hotel.

Yes, but something with
more room and perhaps a yard.

Well, I suppose
I could try to cook more.

But then, again,
parks do offer plenty of space.

You said you liked
my stew and dumplings.

We should start
interviewing au pairs.

Yeah.

That may be a bit premature.

I've begun a list
of potential schools.

I am sure you have.

And I'm sure
you'll make many, many more.

How are you feeling?

I've never been better.

Neither have I, Julia.