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Move!

Oi!
Stop there!

Heads up! Heads up!
Constabulary!

-Get away from me.
-No.

I didn't do anything.
Get your hands off me.

I know what you did.

Stop there!
Police!

-Are you all right?
-Yeah.

What's going on
between you two?

-Nothing.
-Nothing?

[ Whistle blowing ]

HIGGINS: George!

George!

Hey, wait!

[ Handcuffs clinking ]

HIGGINS: Oi, stand back!
Please, get back.

[ Blowing whistle ]

Get back, sir.
Let's go.

CRABTREE: Constabulary!
Coming through.

He's been dead
less than five minutes.

What do you know about it?

I was chasing the man
who did this.

Would have had him, too, if your
partner here hadn't shown up.

So, good work, Constable.

You just let a killer
go free.

What happened, Mr. Parker?

Ask your constable.
He knows.

I'm asking you.

Pretty simple, really.

I heard a shot,
saw someone running,

tried to stop him
before he got away.

Just being a good citizen?

Yeah. I didn't know
that was a problem.

It's not.
If that's all it was.

You doubting me?

I told you what I did.

So how about I tell you
what the real problem is?

Problem is,
I caught a killer,

and your copper
let him get away.

He didn't see what you saw.

No.

He saw a black man
beating on a white man

and decided
who the bad guy was.

I've seen it before.
No doubt I'll see it again.

Constable Crabtree
is an honest policeman.

And I'm sure
it was an honest reaction.

So you holding me or not?

-No.
-Good.

Now perhaps you'll let me
be on my way,

and you can go see if you can
catch the real criminal here.

You'll be providing us with
your address before you leave.

I'm renting a room
down on Alexander.

Will you be staying
in Toronto long?

Man tries to do a good turn,

and all he gets is a lump
on the back of his head.

What makes you think
I'll be sticking around here?

-I apologize, sir.
-There's no need.

You did the correct thing
under the circumstances.

If that had have been me,

I don't think he'd be
treating me the same way.

Well, it's understandable.
I mean, track record, Henry.

-Be reasonable!
-I am being reasonable.

Neither Samuel or I
want you touching him.

-I am more than capable!
-Dr. Forbes?

I will see that you and your
husband's wishes are honored.

Thank you.

Good luck tomorrow.
Dr. Ogden.

Just see that my Samuel
gets better.

This is ridiculous.

We have to respect
the patient's wishes.

I am able to perform
that surgery!

I have no doubt
about that.

And I am as accomplished
as any man in this hospital!

Well...

...not anyman.

-You know what I mean.
-Yes, I do.

But my decision
has been made.

I've already briefed Dr. Dixon
on Mr. Fitzgerald's condition,

and he will be performing
the operation.

-Then I'll assist.
-No, you will not.

You will stay well away
from this patient.

VIOLET:
Do you see the wound?

I have been here before,
Miss Hart.

Small-caliber weapon.
Likely some sort of pistol.

Powder burns indicate it was
done at a very close range.

Anything else?

Yes, the bruising pattern
is not consistent

with a single-barrel weapon.

Interesting.

I'll look into it.

This was no barroom altercation
gone wrong, George.

This was an assassination.

Sir?

Perhaps we released
that Mr. Parker prematurely.

See?
Everyone makes mistakes.

Oh. Thank you, sir.
I do have an address for him.

Well, perhaps he warrants
another conversation.

Union card.

He was a stevedore.

Who would want to kill
a dockworker?

Miss Hart, I need
full details on the wound --

measurements, photographs,
and a determination of caliber,

if you can make one.

It's no great surprise that
something like this happened.

Sir?

I've just had my ear chewed off
by Cecil Vance,

the harbormaster.

He's having trouble
down at the docks.

Men not turning up
for their shifts,

tossing it off when they do.

So whatever the situation is,
it could be getting worse.

That's stating
the bloody obvious, isn't it?

-CRABTREE: Sirs.
-What is it, Crabtree?

Bad news, I'm afraid.

It seems Mr. Parker
gave us a false address.

So Crabtree had a suspect
in custody,

you had a witness, and the pair
of you let them both go?

There was no reason --

There's always a bloody reason
to hold on to someone

if you think
they've done something.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.
I expect this from him. But you?

Sir, I apologize. I thought
Higgins was in trouble.

You should hope your novel
is a raging best seller,

because you sure as hell won't
be rising through the ranks

around here anytime soon.

Sir.

That's all, buggerlugs.

CRABTREE:
He's in a mood.

MURDOCH:
We're never fully aware

of the pressures
the inspector's under.

Sir, I wish I had
your sense of charity.

-No.
-CRABTREE: Right.

Don't know him.

You?

Never seen him before.

This man was one of yours.

He was shot
in the side of the head.

This was no accident.
It was deliberate murder.

Likely because of
these labor disruptions.

Is not one of you
going to be man enough

to stick up
for one of your own?

[ Indistinct talking ]

MAN: Come on.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Sir, do you think
one of them will...

We shall see.

[ Door opens ]

Ah.

Hello.

His name's Carl Landers.

What can you tell us
about him?

Not much more than that.

Came up here from Pittsburg.

Started working with us
about a month ago.

Anything else?

Maybe not surprised
he ended up the way he did.

Why do you say that?

He was a hothead,
stirring up trouble.

From what I understand,
he's not the only one.

All we're looking for
is a living wage,

maybe work in a place
where we don't get killed.

Nothing wrong
with wanting that.

And Landers?

Landers wanted to burn
the whole place to the ground.

Not getting anywhere
doing that.

Did you ever see him
speaking with a black chap,

maybe 5'10",
about 30 years of age?

I saw him
with a darkie once.

Down near the roomies
on Shuter.

Seemed like
they knew each other.

-Negro.
-Excuse me?

The man is not a darkie.
He's a Negro.

Thank you.

What I want to know is,

what is the police department
gonna do about it?

There's nothing the police
can do about

a bunch of stevedores
dragging their asses.

I brought you in here
because I had questions,

not the other way around.

Mr. Vance has no knowledge
or interest

in what happened
to Mr. Landers.

He was in your employ.

I have hundreds of men
in my employ.

And now one's been murdered.

Again, this is a matter
we have no knowledge of.

Did you know this man?

VANCE:
Of course I didn't know him.

Nor do I have any information

regarding the circumstances
of his death.

We thought we were coming
in here today to find out

what your department
was planning to do about

the situation at the docks.

And who are you?

My name is Lionel Armstrong.
I work for Mr. Vance.

This city is losing money.

Shipments aren't moving
in or out of the port.

It's intolerable.

These union men are
grinding the docks to a halt,

and the police
are doing nothing.

They haven't broken any laws.

They're not fulfilling
their obligations.

Perhaps if you paid them
a living wage.

They are getting
a living wage.

ARMSTRONG: Your job
is to get this city moving.

I suggest you do that

instead of wasting time and
energy on a dead anarchist.

You and your men
best do something about this.

Or I'll have your badge.

I am sure Dr. Forbes
sees you as competent.

Well, he doesn't show it.

Is it not a patient's right
to choose his care?

This is surely not
a reflection on your abilities.

William, I'm not
looking for reason here.

I am looking for you
to agree with me.

I agree with you.

You should be allowed
to perform the surgery.

-Yes!
-But...

I'm not interested in buts,
William!

Sometimes I just need to hear
that I'm right!

I'm just trying
to find a solution.

Sometimes one isn't interested
in a solution, William.

Sometimes support is
all that is required!

[ Footsteps departing ]

-So your place or mine?
-Uh, yours.

Mrs. Keening's been
watching me like a hawk.

-You should move.
-My place is cheap.

It's not like I make
lawyering money.

I suppose you'll have to wait
until you're a famous writer.

I'm not sure writers
make that much either.

So shall we?

Let me meet you there.
I promised Higgins a drink.

He's been feeling
a bit down in the dumps.

-Par for the course.
-He's not a bad fellow.

I'm sure you're right,
George.

After today,
I understand how he feels.

The inspector went up one
side of me and down the other.

-What happened?
-I let a suspect get away.

Well, you're George Crabtree.

I'm sure you'll find him
soon enough.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Another, please.

I am not having a good time
in my life right now.

-Ruth is not happy.
-I'm sorry.

She is on the outside,

but deep down
I know she is not.

Are you sure, Higgins?

I mean, she strikes me as one
that's hard to read.

Oh, I know my Ruthie.

I'm just a failure
of a man.

Now, that's being
a bit harsh, Higgins.

She was born for better things
than I, George.

I cannot afford to give her
the things she needs.

-What does she need?
-Creature comforts.

A night on the town
once in a while.

A manicure.

We've only been to Henri's
once in the past two months.

Henri's?

Higgins, isn't Henri's

the most expensive restaurant
in the city?

It is, George.
But it is divine.

And Ruthie positively glows
when she is there.

-Another?
-No.

No, I'm off to see Effie.

Why doesn't she like me?

She likes you well enough,
Higgins.

I doubt that.
She treats me like a bad smell.

She can come off
a bit reserved sometimes.

She hates me.

And that's not fair.
I'm -- I'm a good fellow.

Are you sure
you won't have another?

Higgins, you are
a good fellow.

But you know what?
You've had your fill tonight.

See you in the morning,
George.

MAN:
Troubles at home?

Hardly business of yours.

MAN: Would making
a few extra dollars help?

It would.

Then this is your lucky day.

I got a job that needs doing,

and I'm looking for
a few good men to do it.

MURDOCH: Mr. Parker's been seen
in this area,

and I have an address.

BRACKENREID: This better not be
another false lead.

MURDOCH:
I don't believe so.

Oh, and I have George
looking into

Mr. Landers' activities
in Pittsburg.

I don't give a toss
about Pittsburg.

Well, if it's him,
he keeps a tidy place.

The landlady said he fit
the description I gave her.

Sir, that's Mr. Landers.

-BRACKENREID: The dead man?
-Yes.

Um, perhaps it would be best
if he didn't know we were here.

Ah. Oh.

That's impressive.

It's an Ensignette.
Julia bought it for me.

The only thing that Margaret
buys me is bloody long johns.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

So I looked into Mr. Landers.

Turns out that up until
a couple of years ago,

he was a detective
for the Pinkerton Agency.

From lawman to wharf rat.
That's something of a fall.

Did he ever have any run-ins
with Mr. Parker?

Sir, it seems Landers had
run-ins with everybody.

Given that we found his picture
in Mr. Parker's room,

it seems clear
that the two have a history.

I'll look into that.

Crabtree, get yourself down to
Mabel's Rooms on Shuter Street.

If Parker turns up,
bring him in.

Trust me now, do you?

-Uh, sir?
-In a limited capacity.

Ah, Miss Hart.

Our resident ray of sunshine.
Do come in.

Nice to see you too,
Inspector.

Detective,
sorry for the delay.

I think I've identified
the type of weapon

used to kill Mr. Landers.

It's a Shattuck Unique.

Properly named, I'd say.

There's not a lot to it.

Still, it packs a punch.

Four barrels, and fits
in the palm of one's hand.

It could be
what you're looking for.

Excellent work, Miss Hart.

Perhaps one day Murdoch
will show you his wee camera.

I'll look forward to it.

Young lady definitely knows
what's she's doing.

She does that.

Been doing an excellent job
since Dr. Ogden left.

MURDOCH: Mm.

I know Mr. Fitzgerald
was to be your patient.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

[ Exhales sharply ]

It's your assignment,
not your fault.

Well, if you'd like,

I could wait
until he's anesthetized,

and you could take over.

[ Chuckles ]
That is not necessary.

He'd never know.

Yes, but it might not look good
on you when I slit his throat.

[ Both laugh ]

You're an able surgeon, Julia.
I know that.

Just patch him up so I can
give him a piece of my mind.

Here's your card.
Congratulations.

You're a stevedore.

-I already have a full-time job.
-This isn't one.

And you'll be well paid.

If you can't do it, I can find
plenty of others that will.

All right.
I'm counting on you guys.

Thank you.

Sir, I have news
about the photographs.

The names of the men?

-No.
-Then what?

Sir, it appears that the hall
in the background

is in Homestead, Pennsylvania.

This Parker's
a long way from home.

Yes, sir.

Also it seems
the photographs

were taken
almost 15 years ago.

And what happened
in Homestead back then?

The owners of
the Pennsylvania Steel Works

hired the
Pinkerton Detective Agency

to put down a labor unrest.

Things escalated,
shots were fired,

lives were lost
on both sides.

-This Landers fellow was there?
-So it would seem.

-That bloody...
-Sir?

Sounds to me like

Mr. Cecil Vance
of the Port Authority

has called in the Pinkertons
to help sort his mess out.

And someone got wind
of what Mr. Landers was doing

and killed him.

Higgins.
Where's Higgins?

He's away from his desk.

Get Mr. Vance in here, Murdoch.
Immediately.

Yes, sir.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey!

Hey!

Damn!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Thank you.

-Mrs. Fitzgerald.
-He's been in there a long time.

Yes.

Madam, I do know
that you're a doctor,

but I do hope
that you understand

my husband and my position.

No, I do not.
But I'm abiding by it.

Is it normal that he would
be in there for so long?

Dr. Dixon is an able surgeon,

I'm sure he's just
taking the time he needs.

You lied to me.

I did not.

You knew bloody well
who Carl Landers was.

He was a dockworker.

No, he was
a Pinkerton detective.

Ex.

Mr. Vance
is doing nothing more

than protecting his interests.

VANCE: If I could trust
the police on this,

I wouldn't be digging into
my own pockets

to hire the Pinkertons.

-So you don't deny it?
-No.

I'm well within my rights
to hire private security.

-And is that all it is?
-Of course.

Then why was a Pinkerton
detective carrying a union card?

I don't have to answer that.

I have a good mind to throw
the pair of you in jail.

-Ha! For what?
-Lying to the police.

I'd like to see you prove that.
Now, if you'll excuse us...

-I'm not finished!
-VANCE: We are.

We have to prepare for a meeting
with the mayor in the morning.

It is quite the endeavor trying
to find people to do your job.

Good day.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Thank you.

Mrs. Fitzgerald, can I get you
a cup of tea?

-Thank you. I...
-[ Door opens ]

What's going on?

-Mrs. Fitzgerald...
-Samuel!

DR. OGDEN: Mrs. Fitzgerald,
do not go in --

-MRS. FITZGERALD: Oh, my God!
-No, Mrs...

No! No! Samuel!
[ Screaming ]

Let go of me!
[ Sobbing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Higgins.
You look like I feel.

Listen, you didn't happen to see
a-a black chap, mustache,

extremely fleet of foot,
pass by here, did you?

I did not.

Not again?

All right, don't gloat.
What are you doing out here?

Contemplating my retirement
from the force.

You can't be serious.

I've been offered a job,
George.

It's not permanent,
but it could be my new calling.

It suits my natural abilities.

-Oh, and they are?
-Causing trouble.

Not sure that's the same
as being the cause oftrouble.

Are you sure
this is a good idea?

-It pays well.
-What's the job?

Someone wants me to infiltrate
the stevedore union,

stir up trouble
that they'll be blamed for.

Look, I've already
got a union card. Heh!

Higgins, come with me.

His name is Quinn, sir.

And where's this trouble
to take place?

Mr. Vance has a meeting
with the mayor tomorrow.

Where?

The harbormaster's office,
down by the docks.

We're to create a disturbance,
make the union look bad.

This could be
the same sort of thing

that Mr. Landers
was involved in.

Right. The stevedore
we spoke to said as much.

MURDOCH: Have you found
Mr. Parker yet?

-I did see him, sir.
-Oh?

Unfortunately,
he also saw me.

E-Excuse me, are you
talking about Carl Landers,

the dead man?

Yes.

And do you think
this is why he's dead?

It's possible he was
discovered to be an imposter.

And he was killed for it?!

Mm.

Oh, well, I suppose I like
being a constable well enough.

No, I need you
to stay on board, Henry.

-Sir?
-You're our man on the inside.

I need to find out who your
boss is and who he works for.

CRABTREE: Excellent choice, sir.
Don't you know?

Causing trouble is one of
Henry's natural abilities.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Sir, Mr. Quinn is the one
Parker had a hold of

after Landers was killed.

You mean the one
that ran away from you?

No need to remind me, sir.

Well, it's all up to
Henry now.

Sir...

Yes, I realize
what I've just said.

George, about Mr. Parker...

Oh, I'm sorry
he got away, sir.

No. There seems to be
more to him than meets the eye.

The Pinkertons
were not very forthcoming

about the events of Homestead.

Mr. Parker,
on the other hand...

I reviewed my photographs
of his notes.

He has witness accounts,
details about the shootings.

Why was he so interested?

One of the men that was killed
was a Pinkerton agent.

His name was Daniel Parker.

-A relative?
-Stands to reason.

So both Quinn and Landers
were at Homestead.

And Mr. Parker.

It seems whatever events
transpired at Homestead

are being settled here.

-VIOLET: He died in surgery?
-Yes.

His wife has demanded
a full report.

No, I did not perform
the operation.

That's a relief.
I'll make it my first priority.

Thank you.

Would you care to assist,
for old times' sake?

I'm not sure the hospital
would want a staff member

involved in
a coroner's investigation.

I very much doubt
that anyone

would question your honesty,
Dr. Ogden.

Thank you, Miss Hart,
but I best not.

BRACKENREID: We need to bring
this Quinn fellow in right now.

Sir, it's unlikely
Quinn is working alone,

and we have no evidence to
connect him to the murder.

He was running away
from a murder scene.

According to a witness
we have no reason to believe.

If Henry is right, Quinn will be
committing a crime soon enough.

At the meeting between
Mr. Vance and the mayor.

Good.
We'll wait and arrest him then.

We should have constables
on the scene.

We shall not.

Where's your thinking,
Crabtree?

This demonstration
has to take place.

Quinn and whoever's working
with him

need to be caught in the act.

Sir, when this happened at
Homestead, nine lives were lost.

The difference between this
and Homestead

is that we're prepared,
and we know what's coming.

That's no guarantee
that someone won't get hurt.

We shall have constables
in place but out of sight.

I'll be attending
this damn meeting

between Mr. Vance
and the mayor.

Anyone starts acting up, they
shall be placed under arrest.

Sir, if I may, you seem to be
taking this rather personally.

I've been insulted, Murdoch.

The competence
of this police force

has been called into question.

You're damn right
I'm taking this personally.

I see you've made the place
your own.

-I hope that's all right.
-Yes, of course. You should.

Well?

Well, the patient suffered
from a number of maladies --

extreme hypertension
that wasn't noted on his chart,

and none of his major organs
were in tip-top shape.

Yes, but none of those
conditions would cause him

to die
on the operating table.

No, but they could have

contributed significantly
to his death.

If you'd wanted them to.

Miss Hart?

The patient died

because the attending surgeon
nicked the aorta.

And the bleeding was rapid,
uncontrollable,

and ultimately fatal.

-The surgeon made a mistake.
-I'd say.

But what I'm also saying is,

given the patient's
medical history,

he had a very low chance
of surviving the surgery.

If the report was weighted
in that direction.

Exactly.

It was a surgical mistake.
Everybody makes them.

Then write it up as such,
Miss Hart.

I'm sure Dr. Dixon
can take it.

Mm.
As you like.

QUINN: So it's time to stop
talking and start doing.

We don't need to stir up
trouble.

Vance has got the mayor
down at the docks right now --

your territory,
your workplace --

telling him what a bunch
of layabouts you are.

We should be down there
showing him that we're not!

And that we're not
gonna be pushed around!

-I don't need to get fired!
-Then don't come.

Go hide in your hole
like a little mouse!

We're going to
tell the mayor,

Vance, and the whole damn city
that we deserve a living wage!

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

Hell, we deserve more than that!
Come on!

MAN:
Come on, yeah!

We'll show him!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Let's go, lads!

A man's got a right
to his pay!

So it wasmy fault.

It was a mistake
anyone could have made.

"Anyone" didn't make it.
I made it.

You should have handled
that operation.

I may have ended up
with the same result.

If I had just done my job...

Mistakes happen.

Yes.
And mine cost a man his life.

Stay out of sight.

If there's trouble, these are
the men I want apprehended.

George,
you'll man the callbox.

If you get the call from
the inspector, signal the rest.

Do not engage the protesters
until necessary.

And, sir,
this would all come to an end

if the police
would simply do their jobs

and arrest the workers
who won't do theirs.

They're hardly striking,
Mr. Vance.

They as much as are.

Goods aren't moving.

Produce is rotting on the docks.
It's intolerable.

We've had less than seven ships
leave port the last three days.

This situation
is crippling the city, sir.

Inspector Brackenreid?

I can't arrest the men
without cause, sir,

even if I would like to.

There is plenty of cause!

The harbor
is grinding to a halt!

And they have done
nothing illegal.

Sir, this is your city.

I understand, and I'm managing
it to the best of my ability.

-[ Glass shatters ]
-ARMSTRONG: Oh, good God!

[ Indistinct shouting
in distance ]

Sit down! The lot of you.
Mr. Mayor, come with me.

Is that cause,
Inspector Brackenreid?

You could say that.

[ Horse neighs ]

-[ Indistinct shouting ]
-Sir, understood.

All right, then, lads.
Here we are.

What did I tell you?
Nothing but animals.

Higgins, put that down!
You're on our side now.

That's right.
Point out the ringleaders.

Those two.

Constables. You, you,
arrest the pair of them.

The rest of you, get in there
and start cracking heads.

Move! Sharpish!
Come on!

HIGGINS:
Sir, look!

Hey!
You there!

Come on, Higgins.

Parker!
Stop!

Is that your boss?

HIGGINS:
Yes, sir.

Seems to me you won't be
collecting your paycheck

anytime soon, Higgins.

We found Mr. Quinn
dead on the ground.

-And Mr. Parker?
-I saw him, I gave chase.

He'd just
approached Quinn's body.

He saw me and ran off.

Perhaps he shot him
from a distance

and was checking to see
if he was dead.

No. Mr. Quinn was killed with
the same weapon as Mr. Landers.

And it was done
at very close range.

Did anyone see Mr. Parker near
Mr. Quinn prior to his death?

No, sir.

So Mr. Parker
was in the proximity

of two dead Pinkerton agents
but may not have killed them?

Seems to be the case.

Well, then, it appears we have
a killer on the loose,

and we're not the only ones
looking for him.

Two dead men.

And both in your employ,
it seems.

One of those unionists knew
who they were and killed them.

-Do you have a suspect?
-Not yet.

What about the black fella?
I saw him near Mr. Quinn.

We still haven't found him,
but I don't believe he did it.

ARMSTRONG: Well, you've been
wrong about everything so far,

so you'll excuse me if I don't
find that terribly reassuring.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Is this the man
you're looking for?

Indeed it is.
Well done, Miss Hart.

I found him rifling through
the victim's clothing.

-Mr. Quinn's?
-No. Mr. Landers'.

Perhaps it's time we have an
honest conversation, Mr. Parker.

Mm...

That's it.

Mr. Landers agreed to give
that to me before he was killed.

Any idea who killed him?

No.
But I believe Quinn knew.

Mr. Landers had agreed
to speak to me

before he was murdered,
and that's why he's dead.

Why did you not
tell us any of this?

You're the police.

Besides, it was my business,
not yours.

Two men are now dead in my city
because of your business.

-Uh!
-Just wait.

Just give me that,
and let me be on my way.

"Daniel Parker."

Any relation?

Mr. Parker?

He was my brother.

"Upon my order, you are to
shoot Agent Daniel Parker."

Bloody Pinkertons.
Shot one of their own?

Why would they do that?

The strike at Homestead
was at a stalemate.

Well, more than a stalemate.

Sympathies were on the side
of the steelworker.

Carnegie and the rest
couldn't have that.

They ordered the Pinkertons
to engage the steelworkers

and force them
to their knees.

And since
they couldn't back down,

they shot one of their own.

Which allowed the Pinkertons
to return fire.

PARKER: Exactly.

The workers fired first,
so they were fair game.

But I never believed the
accounts of my brother's death.

-Why?
-I'm a Pinkerton myself now.

I spent a long time
looking into this.

It had been
a peaceful protest,

no signs of violence until
the Pinkertons created it.

Why did Mr. Landers
wait so many years to tell you?

Why does a man do anything?

He may have known
I was onto him.

His conscience
may have bothered him.

But he had contacted me,

offered me that letter
you're holding.

And that's
why he was killed?

Yeah.

So both Mr. Quinn
and Mr. Landers

were involved
in your brother's death?

More than involved.

One of them fired the shot
that killed my brother.

Who gave the order?

Agent Lionel Armstrong, sir.

The man now working
for Mr. Vance.

Bring him in, Murdoch.

Let me come with you.

-No.
-Please!

He had my brother killed.

I've spent the last 10 years
searching for him.

I need to see him caught.
Please!

He's to be taken peacefully.

-Of course.
-I have your word?

Yes.

-You're leaving?
-I don't know. Possibly.

You're allowed to feel sorry
for yourself,

but you're not allowed to
give up.

This is more than just
feeling sorry for myself.

No, I know it is.

You should have been the one
to do it.

Not me.

[ Sighs ]

Come on, Andrew.

This will happen
for all of us.

Wait, wait.

[ Door closes ]

George.
There he is.

VANCE: Let's just get
to the bottom of this.

Sir.

Parker.
Sir.

We'll deal with him later.

-Where's Armstrong?
-He ran out that way.

[ Gunshots ]

-MURDOCH: Parker!
-He was getting away.

Mr. Armstrong, are you hurt?

PARKER:
Of course he isn't.

I was just telling you
where he is.

Tell them what you told me.

Tell them!

-Parker...
-No.

Tell them.

I gave the order
to execute Daniel Parker.

You can take him away now.

[ Thud ]

At least I got the right one
this time.

We're not sending Mr. Armstrong
back to the United States.

Authorities in Pennsylvania

consider his actions
ancient history.

He's staying here.

And Mr. Parker?

I see no reason
to charge him.

Very good.

-You agree?
-I do.

And, sir,
with your permission,

I have a thought.

We won't be charging you
with anything.

Thanks for that.

How many years were you
with the Pinkertons?

Seven.

All that ended yesterday.

They terminated my employ.

I guess that's what happens

when you impugn the reputation
of a senior man.

Even if that senior man
was a murderer.

Didn't seem to make
much difference to them.

It does to me.

He'll be facing charges
here in Canada

for both of the murders
he was involved in.

Oh.
That's good.

What becomes of you?

Go along, get along.

Find something to do
with my life.

You don't
seem to be the type.

Oh, yeah?
And what type am I?

You believe in justice.

You know what's right,
what's wrong.

Yeah, I think I do.

Would you
consider employment here?

-You're kidding.
-No.

Toronto Police are gonna hire
a black man as a copper?

They are not.
I am.

I've spoken with my inspector,

and how does Special Constable
Robert Parker sound?

Sounds like a made-up title
for a made-up job.

It's not.

Seven years
as a Pinkerton detective,

you've participated in
23 major investigations.

Well, ancient history.

Well, recent history suggests
you have what it takes.

We could use a man like you.

-I get a gun?
-No.

I get a badge?

So, what do I get
for all this?

A chance
to draw a regular paycheck

and to put criminals
behind bars.

Criminals like the ones
who killed your brother.

I'll only be asking once.

Are you in?

William.

Yes?

There's something
I need to tell you.

Of course.

It's about Dr. Dixon.

I see.

He made a mistake
while performing surgery,

and Miss Hart
offered to cover it up.

I think she was doing it
as a friend.

A friend?

Are you going to
report her?

I have no proof other than
my recounting of the event.

Of course not.

But I think you're right,
William.

She's not one
to be trusted.

Is there something else?

No.

No, that was it.