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You're being very quiet
this morning.

Oh?
I don't mean to be.

Sometimes the things
we don't mean to communicate

speak loudest.

I'm not sure what else there is
to say about the situation.

William, I'm sorry I walked out
on you the way I did.

I was angry.

But it wasn't my intention

to end
the conversation permanently.

It was an emotional moment.

Why do I feel as though
you're shutting me out?

No one will ever
come between us, William.

I have to get to work.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

I just never imagined
how many disturbance calls

could come through
in a single day.

Yes, well, as you've seen,

what some people consider
a disturbance can vary greatly.

For example, the woman
who thought her fur coat

was conspiring against her.

How do you stay so patient
with people?

I try to remind myself
that everybody needs help,

in their own way.

I don't always succeed,
mind you.

Right, then.

"Neighbors report hearing
shouting and strange noises."

This is the Quincannon home.

Quincannon?
I've never heard of them.

Nathan Quincannon.
Founder of Quincannon Rye?

No.
Uh, and what's rye?

What's rye?!

Rye is like bourbon,
only good.

Spend any amount of time
in this town

or with Inspector Brackenreid,

you'll surely be
introduced to it.

Toronto Constabulary!

George!

Oh, my God.

Watch your step.

[ Wood creaking ]

-Who's there?
-No, please!

It's all right, lad.

It's all right.
We're the police.

Are you hurt?

I don't know.

What happened here?

I don't...

I-I can't remember.

I know this is difficult,

but any details you could
provide would aid greatly

in catching the people
who did this.

We...

We came home, and then...

I don't remember.

I'm sorry.

That's all right, Jacob.

There'll be plenty of time
for questions.

Our constables will escort you
to the station house.

They'll see
that you're made comfortable.

Poor lad's
lost his entire family.

What have you, Miss Hart?

All three victims
were shot multiple times.

At this stage,
it's difficult to know

how many gunmen
were involved,

but I found this
under Nathan Quincannon's body.

Two spent rounds,
recently fired.

It doesn't look like
a robbery.

Not a successful one, anyway.

The wounds appear to come
from different caliber weapons,

I won't know for certain
until I examine further.

I'll have results shortly.

Thank you, Miss Hart.

Sirs.

-We have something.
-What is it?

A blood trail.
Seems to lead out back.

Sir.

Must have staunched
the bleeding.

Sir, perhaps we should call in
more men, scour the area.

I don't think that will be
necessary, George.

I take it his story

about being a wounded
police officer wasn't true.

He's been through
an awful trauma.

I'm not surprised he doesn't
want to talk about it.

Of course.

But we know he was in the room
when the murders occurred

and likely witnessed at least
some of what happened.

Is there anything I should know
about the case

before I speak with him?

Just that there was
more than one killer.

And if he's able to recall
anything specific,

it may aid us
identifying the others.

And the man
you have in custody?

Leon Bronson.
I'll be questioning him shortly.

But I wanted you to ascertain
Mr. Quincannon's condition

before we ask him
to identify anyone.

I'll do my best.

Can you tell me what
you remember about yesterday?

Anything at all.

I can't.

I just...

I can't remember.

Why can't I remember?

Sometimes we just need
to discuss things out loud.

Let's start at the beginning.

When the police arrived,
you were in formal attire.

Do you remember why?

I was at a party.

With my mother and sister.

My father stayed home.

He doesn't --
He doesn't like crowds.

That's very good, Jacob.

Do you remember
who was hosting the party?

It was some kind
of fundraiser.

Were there many people
in attendance?

Yes.

There was -- There was
a fair number of people there.

Good. Now, do you remember
leaving the party?

-[ Sobs ]
-It's all right.

There's no rush.

You're safe now.

VIOLET:
I was able to retrieve

three different bullet types
from the victim.

So there was probably
two more shooters.

And what of
Mr. Quincannon's gun?

The bullet that the veterinarian
pulled from Mr. Bronson

was a match.

So the men pushed their way in,
and Quincannon began firing.

It's a possibility.

But there were no signs
of a break-in,

and nothing appears
to have been stolen.

Though perhaps
they didn't have time.

Or he surprised them
by being home.

There was something else.

Mr. Quincannon was shot
both in the front and the back

of his torso, multiple times.

He attempted to run away.

Or he was shielding
his loved ones.

I was able to confirm that
Elizabeth, Sarah,

and Jacob Quincannon

were all
at the Rouge Valley Auction.

You and Mr. Parker
found them

approximately one hour
after the auction, correct?

That's right.

Allowing for travel, the family
couldn't have been home long

before they were killed.

Seems a tragic bit
of timing, sir.

But still,
the most likely scenario.

If the killers were
lying in wait for the family,

why not finish the job?

Perhaps they scattered
when Nathan began firing.

But it would have been
more prudent of them

to shoot the others
as they approached the house.

Why wait
until they were inside?

So Quincannon was likely
the sole target.

One last thing, sirs.

We have nothing on file
for a Leon Bronson.

Either he's never committed
a crime,

or he's not from Toronto.

MURDOCH: Mr. Bronson,
you're facing execution

for the murders of Elizabeth,
Sarah, and Nathan Quincannon.

Well, that can't be right.
Because I wasn't even there.

You were apprehended
a block away from their home

with one of Nathan's bullets
in your arm.

What a weird coincidence.

-BRACKENREID: Coincidence?
-Mm.

Your guilt
is not in question, sir.

Then why are we talking?

BRACKENREID: We're giving you
the chance to save your neck.

We could have a word with
the judge, spare you the noose.

Who are your friends?

I don't know what friends
you mean.

I'm new to this city.
I...

I haven't had the chance
to make any new acquaintances.

It is a lovely city, but the
people are a mite unfriendly.

Where is it that you are from,
Mr. Bronson?

Everywhere and nowhere.

BRACKENREID: A hobo?

I go
where the wild wind blows.

And where the blood flows.

[ Laughs ]

MURDOCH: Mr. Bronson,
we will find out what happened.

And the longer
you make us wait,

the less likely
you'll be shown any mercy.

Is that what you want?

What I want
is to lead a quiet life,

and for you to find the people
who killed that poor family.

What a terrible tragedy.

BRACKENREID:
We'll get nothing from him.

The man's a total monster.

MURDOCH:
Sometimes there's simply

no humanity to be found, sir.

BRACKENREID:
I can't say I'm upset

having to visit this place,
though.

Distilling spirits
is quite the process.

It's an art form
in the purest sense, Murdoch.

I take it you're familiar
with Quincannon Rye?

[ Chuckles ] It's the only thing
worth drinking in this country.

Angela Dempsey?

Toronto Constabulary.

Yes, I was told
you'd be coming by.

Thank you
for meeting with us.

We just have
a few questions.

Such an unbelievable tragedy.
We're all quite shaken.

How long have you worked here
at the distillery?

Since the beginning, really.
Almost 20 years.

But I became master distiller
about five years ago.

MURDOCH:
Do you have any idea

who could have committed
this heinous crime?

Do you suspect anyone?

DEMPSEY: Oh, I've been
asking myself the same question.

Nathan could be mercurial,

and he wasn't afraid
to show his temper,

but I just can't imagine anybody
who might be capable of this.

BRACKENREID:
How's business, generally?

There has been a steady drop
in sales in the last few years.

Really? I must say
I'm surprised by that.

A fan of our product?

Well, it has been a good friend
to me over the years.

Then you know that
Quincannon is a premium rye.

We never
shortchange quality.

The result is that our price
rarely fluctuates,

unlike people's wages.

It is a hefty price tag.

Worth every penny, mind.

What have been the effects
of the drop in sales?

How did
Mr. Quincannon react?

He didn't.
That was the problem.

We'd push him to make
a lower-grade rye,

something we could sell
for less.

But he simply
wouldn't compromise quality.

-Admirable.
-Expensive.

In the end,
quality was more important

to Nathan than the loss.

Do you have any idea
of the extent of the losses?

I know there was talk
of losing the building.

We were very concerned.

You keep saying "we."
Who are you referring to?

Um, Jacob.
His son.

He's learning the business
from his father.

But I was there.

Why can't I remember?

What's wrong with me?

We all
process loss differently.

This could be your mind's way
of protecting you.

How so?

It's possible you've blocked
your memory of the event

as a form
of self-preservation.

There's a doctor in Germany

who believes it's quite common
among people

who have experienced
traumatic situations.

If I can't remember
what the men looked like,

does that mean
they won't get caught?

-[ Knock on door ]
-Dr. Ogden.

George.

I was just wondering how
you and the lad were faring.

I don't want to push
too hard.

He's in a very fragile state
right now.

Right. Well, I was about to
step out for some lunch.

Do you think some air
would do him good?

It's a fine idea.

Jacob, would you care to join
Constable Crabtree for lunch?

There's an excellent dog cart
just down the road.

A what?

Now, the idea is
you want to make sure

your sausage
is completely covered.

If any bit is left exposed,

it can throw off the taste
of the whole thing.

-Like this?
-That's not bad.

Jacob, I can't believe,
a man of your means,

and you've never eaten
a hot dog.

Father said only savages
eat with their hands.

Mm, well...

[ Gun cocks ]

Get down!
Get down!

-What is it?
-Get down!

[ Blowing whistle ]

Those two men!
After them!

[ Blowing whistle ]

Was that them?

It's all right.

BRACKENREID: I've had enough
of this messing around.

Tell us who they are, or I'll
fill your bloody teeth in.

We both know
that you're not gonna do that.

Not with him here.

You forget -- I'm his boss.

Your friends
tried to murder that young lad

in broad daylight.

Now, who are they?

Give me five minutes
with him, Murdoch.

-Sir, we need to...
-Five minutes!

Now.

Sir, I don't believe that tactic
will work with this man.

You're underestimating
my right cross.

I'll wager
he's endured far worse

than you're prepared
to deliver.

Fine. We'll do it your way.
For now.

The longer we wait,
the more time his accomplices

have to plan something else.

-I agree, sir.
-Then why are we wasting time?

Crabtree wasn't able to get
a good look

at either of the men.

Dr. Ogden's getting nowhere
with Jacob.

We're at a standstill.

I have an idea.

Well, don't keep me
in suspense.

[ Knock on door ]

Detective.
You wanted to see me?

[ Whistles ] What's with
the glad rags, Butch?

Theater date tonight.

Just came by
to pick up my pay first.

I'm afraid we have to ask you
to cancel those plans.

Oh.
I don't understand.

MURDOCH: We've run into some
trouble on the Quincannon case.

PARKER:
How can I help?

We're placing you under arrest,
Mr. Parker.

We realize that this request
is somewhat unorthodox,

but we wouldn't be asking
if it weren't dire.

So you want me to go
into the cells...

Pose as a criminal and attempt
to establish a rapport

with Mr. Bronson.

To what end, exactly?

Find out
who his associates are

before they try to kill
Jacob Quincannon again.

Now, Mr. Bronson doesn't know
what you look like.

He won't suspect you.

Does it have to be tonight?

It's the opening
of the new theater,

The Royal Alexandra.

You have tickets for that?

Margaret's been on about that
for months.

It sold out within the hour.

How did you manage
to get tickets?

One major difference
I've noticed about us Americans.

We know
which palms to grease.

You'll be compensated.
Of course.

And my date?

We are at a dead end,
Mr. Parker.

We need your help.

BRONSON: There's two cells
on the other side.

Hey!
I don't want a neighbor!

Hey!

I'm not thrilled
about it either.

[ Door opens ]

You got something to smoke?

Do your own time.
I got nothing for you.

[ Door closes ]

Well, aren't I an ass?

How do you feel about
forgiving thy neighbor?

Mm.

Why would a group of assassins
want to kill a whiskey baron?

MURDOCH: The fact that
the company was losing money

may be of note.

Perhaps Mr. Quincannon
found himself in debt

to the wrong people.

Bit of a strong reaction
to a loan, though, isn't it?

It's almost like the killers
wanted to send a message.

CRABTREE: Sirs?

Mr. Parker
is in the jail cells.

Let's hope his acting skills
are up to the task.

I went through
the Quincannon Company records,

as you asked, sir.

I didn't find anything
in the way of outstanding debts,

but I did find something
you might be interested in.

-A lease?
-An intent to lease.

It seems
Quincannon Distillery

was planning on opening
another location.

But they were losing money.

A failing company
with expansion plans?

Miss Dempsey, the distiller,

did say they were in danger
of losing the building.

Perhaps they were being prudent
by lining up another one?

That could be so, sir.
I spoke to the property owner.

He says equipment
has been moved in already.

If this was to be
his new distillery,

it's quite a step down.

Do you mean
the building itself?

And the ingredients
that he's using.

The equipment.

These barrels
don't even look like oak.

None of this would be used
to make premium rye.

Are you quite sure, sir?

Murdoch, if there's one thing
I know...

Miss Dempsey said
that Mr. Quincannon

refused to make
anything but premium rye,

even if it meant
losing money.

Perhaps he'd had a change
of heart and didn't tell her.

She intimated that she'd
been pushing him for the change.

Something doesn't make sense.

Like why would a purist
be making swill?

Nakipaglaban ka sa Manila?

What?

How do you...?

Manila.

Two days and nights
in hell.

What regiment were you with?

There's only four black
regiments in the entire army.

24th.

I trained with
a couple of black soldiers.

-They were good fighters.
-Yeah.

Dumbest thing I've ever done

is fight for a country
that hates me.

[ Chuckles ]

You did it for your country?

I did it for the chow
and a place to sleep.

-And look how far we've come.
-[ Chuckles ]

Hey.

Did you ever get to

a little town
called Alaminos?

Prettiest little girls
you ever saw.

Didn't do much sightseeing.

We didn't have
the same privileges.

So what brings you
to this godforsaken country?

What else?
A woman.

[ Laughs ]

How'd that work out?

Let's just say
this isn't the first time

I've been in a cell
because of her.

How'd you find yourself here?

Work.

Took the train up
from Pittsburg

and job didn't work out
as I planned.

But that's okay.
That's gonna get sorted soon.

Hey, you mind if I have another
one of those cigarettes?

Obliged.

Jacob?
Are you in here?

Jacob!

Jacob, can you hear me?

-Jacob!
-Mother...

Constable! Somebody!
Bring bandages!

Luckily he missed
the ulnar artery.

Any closer,
he wouldn't have survived.

We're fortunate you found him
in time.

William, I don't think
he should stay here.

The asylum?

Well, I'd like to keep
treating him if possible.

The asylum's not something
I'd recommend at this stage.

He needs to be made
to feel safe and secure.

What do you suggest?

We take him someplace quiet,
peaceful.

Stable.

Our home.

Julia, there are men out there
trying to kill him.

And he may do the job for them
if we're not careful.

It's simply not safe.

I'm not suggesting
we stay there alone.

Station some armed constables
out front.

Even with that,
he'll be more vulnerable.

And so will you.

William, for his mental health
and his safety,

I believe it's the best thing
for him.

I won't have his death
on my hands.

Will you?

-Are you sure about this?
-Not entirely, sir.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.

Try to inspire
a little bit of confidence.

How many men
have you assigned?

-Five.
-Make it seven.

Foresight is better
than hindsight.

So, what's next, then?

I'm off to see
an Ian Kilmister,

the owner of the factory
Quincannon was renting.

The paperwork
came through a messenger,

and the money was sent
directly to the bank.

So you've never actually met
Nathan Quincannon?

Never.

It's a damn shame what happened
to that man and his family.

Were you able to bring a copy
of the lease agreement

as requested?

Thank you.

There's Nathan Quincannon's
signature.

Whose is this?

His cosigner, a Mr. Perri.

Italian name, I believe.

Rocco Perri?
The gangster?

If you say so.

Mr. Kilmister, have you ever
actually met anyone

associated with
this lease agreement?

As I said, it was all done
through the mail.

It isn't uncommon.

Quincannon was in business
with a man like that?

JULIA: Now, what happened
to your family

was out of your control.

There's nothing you could have
done about it.

You must understand that.

And now I'm never going to see
any of them again.

Why wasn't I killed,
Dr. Ogden?

I can't answer that for you,
I'm afraid.

But what I do know is

those that we love
never truly leave us.

I'm sure of it.

BRONSON: Parker.

What's going on?

I got a visitor coming.

It's the middle of the night.
Are you talking in your sleep?

-Shh.
-[ Footsteps ]

What are you doing here?

You're not due
for another three hours.

-What's going on?
-Sit tight, sit tight.

Took you long enough.

It ain't easy finding
one of these clown outfits.

Let's go.
The car's waiting.

Hey.

What do you think
you're doing?

You waiting
for an invitation?

[ Indistinct talking ]

Three beers.

So I guess
you're not having one?

If we were in the States,
it wouldn't even be a question.

But we're not, are we?

Right now
we're all equally wanted men.

Just get him a damn beer.

You mind telling us what
the hell he's doing here?

He's a soldier.
Like us.

Deserved a break.

And now he's got one.
Time to beat it, darky.

[ Chuckles ] Darky.
That's good.

Say it again, it'll be
what I do to your eyes.

Make your move.

All right,
everybody calm down.

He could be helpful.

Helpful?
What are you talking about?

The cops are looking
for three white men.

If we play this right,
he could get us close.

There's probably a hundred
buttons watching the kid.

Who'd ever expect
one of his kind to be a threat?

I don't like it.

I don't like him.

We shouldn't even be talking
about this with him around.

Mind letting me in on
what I'm not supposed to know?

I do mind.
Now shut your damn...

[ Grunts ]

All right.
Everyone, everyone.

Enough, enough!
Stop.

Whatever you need,
I can help.

Just tell me.

Cheers, boys.

This is exactly
the kind of thing

that gets
an inspector dismissed.

I don't think
that will happen, sir.

I wish I could be so sure,
Murdoch.

-CRABTREE: Sirs.
-Anything, George?

Witnesses saw them getting into
a car with two other men.

-So Parker left with them.
-It would appear so.

What the bloody hell
is he doing?

If I'm not mistaken,
he's maintaining the ruse.

He's taking this role-playing
too far.

MAN: Just because
my last name isn't Mac

doesn't make me a criminal!

My ancestors taught this world
how to eat!

I'm tired of being harassed.
Come on, watch the suit!

I believe Rocco Perri
has arrived.

PERRI:
I know my rights.

Mr. Perri, your signature
along with Mr. Quincannon's

are on this lease agreement.

So I guess that means
I must have killed him.

That a confession?

I had nothing to do with it.
I didn't want him dead.

Besides, I was at Kowalski's
having dinner that night.

Well, we wouldn't have expected
a man like you

to actually
get his hands dirty.

But you were in business
with Mr. Quincannon?

We were starting a venture.
It never got off the ground.

Now I guess it never will.

Another distillery?

We were gonna make booze
for the working-class folk.

Not everybody can afford
that high-priced bathwater

in those fancy brown bottles.

BRACKENREID:
Ah, a man of the people.

A family has been slain,
Mr. Perri.

Tell us the truth.

All I know is,
I'm out my initial investment.

And I am just as interested as
you are to find out who did it.

Sorry to bother you, Doctor,

but the detective
thought you should know

Mr. Bronson's associates
have broken him out of

the station house cells.

Oh, my God.

We're doing everything
we can to find them,

but in the meantime
the detective thinks

it's a good idea for more men to
be stationed around your home.

Who does he think
is behind all of this?

A man by the name of Rocco Perri
might be involved.

He's rather notorious.
I had heard of him and his men.

DR. OGDEN: Yes, I believe
I've read about him.

We don't have a lot of details
at this point,

but we'll certainly
keep you informed.

Thank you, George.

Right, well,
I'd best get back to it.

Good to see you, young man.
Keep your chin up.

Goodbye, Constable.

[ Door opens ]

Perri.

[ Door closes ]

I've heard that name before.

How long's it take
to get some cigarettes?

He'll be back in a minute.

What, are you in a rush
to get somewhere?

I need to use the bathroom.

Don't go far.

Keep your hat on.

Station House Four.
Detective William Murdoch.

-Hurry.
-[ Gun cocks ]

Calling the missus?

-I was just...
-Shut up.

Funny, they wouldn't let me
take my tobacco into the cells,

and I thought,
"What makes you so special?"

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Sure you don't.

Now, why don't you tell us
who are you really?

[ Rings ]

Detective William Murdoch.

William,
I thought you should know,

Jacob remembered something that
might be pertinent to the case.

About the day of the murders?

Unfortunately he still
can't recall anything

about the actual events,
but he did recall an argument

between his father
and a man named Rocco Perri.

George mentioned that
he might have

some connection to the case.

Yes, he's still very much
a suspect.

It was a few weeks ago
and sounded quite heated.

Mr. Perri actually came

to the Quincannon home
with some men.

Did Jacob see Mr. Perri?
Could he identify him?

Unfortunately not.

Apparently his father
sent the family upstairs

when the dispute began.

Thank you, Julia.

And please tell
young Mr. Quincannon

that it won't be much longer
before we catch the killers.

I'm certain of it.

Sounds like Perri's our man,
then.

I've sent constables
to pick him up.

Sirs, I've been through
the Quincannon Company finances,

I think I may have found
a smoking gun, if you will.

As long as Rocco Perri's behind
the barrel, let's hear it.

Nathan Quincannon canceled the
lease the two of them took out.

How do you know that?

Mr. Kilmister
showed me the receipt

for the initial payment.

It was made with cash.

But subsequent payments
were made

via postdated check
through the bank.

Nathan Quincannon put
a full stop on those checks

roughly a week ago.

-So he wanted out of the deal.
-It would seem so, sir.

Crystal-clear motive for Perri.
Good work, Crabtree.

Have you heard
from Mr. Parker?

Sir, no,
but we're looking.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Telephone rings ]

Station House Four,

Constable Higgins-Newsome
speaking.

Henry.
Henry, it's Robert Parker.

Mr. Parker,
are you all right?

We've been scouring the city
looking for you.

I need to talk
to Detective Murdoch.

Is he there?

I believe he stepped out
with Inspector Brackenreid.

Henry, I don't have
a lot of time.

Is the boy all right?

Yes, he's safe.
Are you?

I'm fine.

I'm following the escapees
right now.

It looks like
they're leaving town.

Tell me where. I'll have
some officers intercept them.

I'm not sure.
I don't recognize the area.

Henry, is the boy
still at the station house?

Actually, no.
He's at the Murdochs' home.

Dr. Ogden
felt he'd be safer there.

-Are they protected?
-Yes.

We have multiple constables
stationed around the house.

Mr. Parker,
you really should come in.

I-I will when I can.
Tell Detective Murdoch...

Tell him I'll see him
at the Wright House later.

Mr. Parker?
Hello?

The Wright House.
What the hell's that?

It's a pub we frequent.

Oh, I think you've sucked back
your last pint.

You might want to change
those plans.

What else did he say?

Just that
he was following them.

He asked
whether Jacob was safe.

He didn't sound
quite himself.

-Did he tell you where he was?
-No, sir.

But he did say he'd see you
at the Wright House later.

The Wright House?
I don't understand.

I don't either, sir.
I assumed you would.

Henry, did you tell Mr. Parker
that Jacob was at my home?

I believe I did, sir.
He asked.

-Get Julia on the phone now.
-Sir.

BRONSON:
I count three.

Could be more around back.
Or inside.

Well, you're just gonna
have to find that out

when you get in there,
aren't you?

What about him?

I'll babysit him
till the job's done.

Let's get it done, then.

What is this?

They're getting in.
Go! Go!

-Did you know about this?
-How could I?

What?

CRABTREE: Gentlemen...

[ Guns cock ]

BRACKENREID:
Lay down your weapons.

OFFICER:
You heard him, lads.

Where's Robert Parker?

Sic semper tyrannis.

At least now he's safe.

Hopefully he can begin
to heal.

How does one begin
to move forward

from something like this?

I suggested a change of scenery.
I think he quite liked the idea.

Does he have somewhere to go?

He has family
in New York City.

Oh. Well, at least
he won't be alone.

He's asked me to accompany him
to the train station.

-Am I safe to do so?
-I don't see why not.

Perhaps later we can talk.

I would like that.

BRACKENREID: Who hired you?
And no more lies.

-We never met them.
-Excuse me?

We never met them.

Going down with the ship,
are you?

It's the truth.
We never meet them.

We set it up that way
so that we don't have to.

It insulates us.

How are you contacted?

How is payment made?

The requests come through
a handler via telegram.

There are no details except for
date, time, and location.

If we accept,
we get half the money up front.

We don't know
who's sending it,

and they don't know
who they're sending it to.

How are you told
who the target is?

The specific instructions along
with the rest of the money

are left in a locker.

and we pick them both up
when we arrive.

What were the instructions
for this job?

To kill Nathan Quincannon.

We had the time
and we had the target,

and our damn train was late.

We went by the house anyway

to see if we could
still do the job,

found that he was alone,

and decided
no time like the present...

Then the family arrived.

That's when he started
shooting at us.

They got caught
in the crossfire.

And you tried to
kill the son because...?

He saw us.
Why else?

MURDOCH:
The killers claim

they never met the person
who contracted them.

Incredibly convenient.

It's actually not a bad way
to do business.

We know it was you.

Nathan canceled the payments
on your distillery deal.

If I'd wanted him dead,
I wouldn't use outsiders.

But you admit
that Mr. Quincannon

put an end
to your partnership.

Fine.
He did.

And before you ask, yes,
I was angry.

-So what?
-So, what did you do about it?

What could I do about it?

I called up the dame,
I yelled at her.

I told her I didn't want to
do business with her

or her boss ever again.

Dame?
There was a woman?

Are you referring
to Miss Dempsey?

She's the one who found me.

She was whining about
her business losing money.

I thought it was a good
opportunity, so I said yes.

Couple weeks later,
I got the call.

-What call?
-Her boss, Nathan.

He was mad as hops.

Said he found out
what I was doing

and that I should back off.

-How do you mean, "found out"?
-Just what I said.

He was ranting that I was

putting his business
in jeopardy.

I told him
I was trying to save it.

Are we to understand
that Mr. Quincannon

knew nothing
about your deal?

I was just as surprised
as you are.

Mr. Perri, have you ever been
to the Quincannon home?

Never. Everything was done
through Dempsey.

You got questions,

you should ask her.

Good day, gentlemen.

Hey, tell me something.

The inspector called me Butch.
What's that about?

-Oh, he didn't tell you?
-No.

It's your name.

Robert Parker is
Butch Cassidy's real name.

The inspector is beyond enamored
with the Old West.

I was part of
the Pinkerton squad

that tracked Butch
through Colorado.

-Really?
-Yeah.

If the inspector
finds that out,

you're sure to become
his new drinking partner.

Suppose I'll have to learn
to appreciate rye.

Can I help you?

Yes, we'd like to see the rental
history of one of your lockers.

-Do you keep records?
-Anyone renting has to sign in.

Let's see.

That's it.

Huh.
Wouldn't have thought so.

[ Indistinct talking ]

MURDOCH: Miss Dempsey,
did you make this deal

without
Mr. Quincannon's knowledge?

Please, you must understand,
I was trying to save this place.

I've spent years helping
make the company what it is.

Nathan was so hardheaded.

Did you arrange
for his murder?

Absolutely not.
Never.

But he did learn of
your agreement with Mr. Perri.

-Yes.
-How did he react?

He flew into a rage.

Told Mr. Perri the deal was off.
I've never seen Nathan so angry.

But afterwards,
he realized what he'd done,

and he was afraid.

Afraid.
Of the repercussions?

Mr. Perri
has quite the reputation.

Do you believe
that confrontation is what

ultimately led to his murder?

Of course.
Don't you?

Why did you not
tell us this before?

Rocco Perri is a thug,
Detective.

My experience doesn't exactly
extend to dealing with his type.

I was afraid.

Did you forge
Mr. Quincannon's signature

on the lease agreement?

No.

That was Jacob.

His son?

The Flatiron Building
is quite something, isn't it?

A larger version of our
Gooderham, if I'm not mistaken.

Indeed it is.

Just as your home
is a version

of some of
Mr. Frank Lloyd Wright's work?

Hardly a version.
Mr. Wright designed our home.

You really are
quite knowledgeable

about architecture.

M-My mother.

She often dreamed
of becoming an architect.

You've made these last few days
tolerable, Dr. Ogden.

You remind me of her,
in some ways.

What was she like?

Kind.

Gentle.

Forgiving.

The exact opposite
of my father.

Fathers and their sons.

So Jacob knew about the deal
with Perri.

According to Miss Dempsey,
yes.

Did his memory
blank that out as well?

Sirs, we have something.

The locker for Bronson
and his goons

was initially rented
by Nathan Quincannon.

The father
hired the killers?

But he ended up
one of the victims.

PARKER: There's more.

The day after it was rented,

Jacob Quincannon
signed in to the locker.

So who was meant
to be killed?

Mr. Perri.

Nathan Quincannon believed
that he was protecting himself

and his family.

Miss Dempsey mentioned
that he had become fearful

after his argument
with Mr. Perri.

How did they all end up
being murdered?

It would appear
Jacob Quincannon

learned of his father's plan
to hire Mr. Bronson

and changed
the intended target.

He wanted the deal
to move ahead.

So the boy ordered
his father's death.

And Nathan Quincannon ended up
paying for his own murder.

CRABTREE:
That's ghastly.

What about the other two?
Elizabeth and Sarah?

-Wrong place, wrong time.
-Where's the boy now?

I was never enough for him.

He couldn't respect me
or my ideas.

Perhaps he had a hard time
showing you,

but that doesn't mean
it wasn't true.

Perhaps.

I just wish we could have agreed
on a vision for the company.

He would grow so frustrated

whenever I would
suggest anything.

You mentioned that he was
quite steadfast in his approach.

Mr. Perri said my father
was fit to be tied.

I quite liked
that expression.

You -- You -- You told me
that you hadn't met Rocco Perri.

Did I?

Uh, perhaps I was mistaken.

My -- My head has been
so out of sorts lately.

So you have met him?

I'm not sure.

Jacob, I don't mean to belabor
the question, but it is --

What does it matter?
They're dead.

They're all dead.

Whether I met him or not
won't change that.

Jacob, is there something
you haven't told me

about who might be behind
all of this?

You were very good to me.

Please don't ruin things.

You're making me uncomfortable.

-Driver, please stop.
-No!

No!
[ Muffled screaming ]

-Everything's fine, driver!
-Get off me!

Jacob Quincannon,
you are under arrest

for conspiracy
to commit murder.

Excellent work, Butch.

You're a credit
to this constabulary.

Just not a part of it.

Unfortunately,
not in an official capacity,

but most definitely
a valued part of it, sir.

So, what happens
to the killers?

They'll be deported to
the States in the next few days.

They're not
our problem anymore.

And the boy?

He'll likely
face three counts

of conspiracy
to commit murder.

Ugly, this whole thing.

Agreed.

So when do I get reimbursed
for my tickets?

Ah.
Here you are.

I hope your lady friend
was understanding.

Ah.
This'll help.

What happened to
the original tickets?

I'm not sure.
I-I think I left them here.

Any idea what happened
to them, Sundance?

Enjoy the show.
It's excellent.

-Well done, sir.
-[ Door opens ]

[ Footsteps ]

[ Door closes ]