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So this is intended to wash
your dishes for you, sir?

Yes. Well, that pushes streams
of soapy water at them.

Now, this is the motor
for the dish closet.

Exactly how many dishes
do you have, sir?

Well, Julia has taken it
upon herself

to purchase two new sets
of tableware.

She plans on entertaining
quite a bit at the new house.

Oh. Well, I look forward
to my next invitation.

Detective Murdoch!

I must speak with you!

Uh, excuse me, sir.
You...

This is a matter
of great importance.

I have traveled
all the way from Naples.

My name is Flavio Pupazzi.

I'm a detective, like you.

Was there not just some sort
of volcanic eruption in Naples?

Yes.

Vesuvius has killed hundreds.

My city is in ruins.

What can we do for you?

I followed a man here
from Italy, a Canadian.

This man is a criminal.

He has no... how you say?
Morality.

Who is this man, and what crimes

is he supposed to have
committed?

His name... is Matthew Honeyman.

And there is no supposition.

He stole the treasure of Pompeii
from the Museo Nazionale.

During the eruption,
the building caught fire.

In the chaos,
this Honeyman, he broke in.

I see.

And, uh, how do you know
it was him?

As I said... I'm a detective.

I detected it.

What would you like us to do?

Honeyman arrived in Toronto
yesterday.

I believe he has come
to sell the treasure.

These items are a part of my
country's identity, Detective.

I must find them.

Margaret!
Open the door!

I'm not leaving until we talk!

Where's your mother?
Margaret!

She went to Aunt Lizzy's
with Bobby.

Well, when is she coming back?

She didn't say.

Your mother and I,
we'll sort it.

I'm late for patrol.

John.

There's a letter for you
on the table.

I'll see you later.

The clerk recognized
a photograph of Mr. Honeyman,

but he...
He must have rented the locker

under a different name.

The treasures could be in there.

Where is the locker, George?

It's this one here, sir.

Ecco qua!
Well done.

Let's make sure it's what you're
actually looking for.

George.

Honeyman.

This is terrible!

Hopefully he didn't suffer
too much, sir.

I was referring to
the missing treasure.

The man was a thief.
He died as he lived.

Based on lividity,
we can speculate

that it happened very recently.

George, find out what ships have
departed in the past few hours.

Sir.
Right away.

You believe the killer has left
the city?

It's possible.

John, canvass the area
and find out if anyone has seen

or heard anything
out of the ordinary.

Sir.

What do you mean by strange?

Gunshot, shouting,
anyone suspicious hanging about.

I couldn't say.

It gets mighty loud in here.

Sometimes I can't hear
myself think

over the din of these boys.

Thank you for your time.

Detective?

No ships have left
since yesterday evening.

So the treasure might still be
in the city.

We have constables checking
all of the docked ships.

Is there anyone who might have
any direct information?

Well, there is someone
who knows an awful lot

about stolen merchandise.

Sir, I'll bring in
Eddie Crawford.

I will join you.

Is there a place
where I can have a cappuccino?

A what?

I don't know anyone
named Honeyman.

Have you heard anything
about this Italian treasure?

Detective, I know you like
to entertain a fantasy

of me as some sort
of criminal mastermind,

but I'm just
a simple businessman

trying to make a living.

I just can't help you.

I'm a curio man.

Italian antiquities don't
exactly fly off my shelves.

In my country, we are not
so nice to men like you.

Consider yourself fortunate
that Detective Murdoch is here.

Well, this is Canada, sir.

But seeing as you're desperate
to find your loot,

I could perhaps ask around.

For a finder's fee, of course.

- I see.
- Mm.

- You dog!
- Hey!

- You think I would pay you?
- Are you just gonna let him...

- Give me a name.
- Detective...

- A name!
- All right! All right!

Aldous Germaine!

He is a... bigwig in that world.

Maybe he can help you.

What's the damage?

Take my advice.
Have another.

Action's about to start.

- What's going on?
- Bare-knuckle match.

Dan Seavey's in town.

Who the bloody hell
is Dan Seavey?

Clear a path! Clear a path!

Clear a path!

Let's get this thing going!

Tables to the walls, boys!
Come on! Tables to the walls!

Now...

...which one of you milksops

is gonna be betting
against Dan Seavey, huh?

You?

You?!

Ah. I can already see the fear
in your eyes, mate.

Damn shame.

Gonna have to go home
and explain to his wife

where all the money went.

Which one of you monks
am I meant to be anointing?

That'd be me.

Come on!

Oh, Henny,
this city doesn't deserve you.

I trust you'll be getting
some sort of commendation, yes?

Well, that might be a tad much,
Ruthie.

Am I interrupting?

Oh, not at all.

Did you hear
what Henry did, Dr. Ogden?

- Ruthie, I...
- No, I don't believe I did.

He fought off six men

who were attacking an old woman
on her way to church.

Six?
Really?

Then he had to walk himself
all the way to the hospital

on a broken leg.

What an incredible story.

When will I be able to go home,
Doctor?

It shouldn't be longer
than a day or two.

So he'll have to spend
the night?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
These linens will not do.

I am going to pop down
to Regine's

and get you a set
fit for a hero.

Don't move.

Well... you told the admitting
nurse that you were fixing a car

when a wrench dropped
on your foot

and you tripped into a wall.

Please, Dr. Ogden.

Ruth doesn't know I've taken on
a second job.

I can't bear to tell her.

- You son of a...
- Oi!

Don't make me break your arm!

This is supposed to be
a fair fight.

Yes! Yes!
I knew he could do it!

See?

Anyone.

Anytime.

Anywhere.

Where are you going?

No. No. No.
You stay for a drink.

Another time.

I was certainly nowhere
near the docks,

nor have I heard of
this Honeyman fellow.

And where were you last night?

The theater.

An electrifying performance
of "The Bride of Lammermoor."

Mr. Germaine, do you know of
anyone in your circles

who would be capable
of such an act?

I don't.

And I wouldn't associate
with perpetrators of violence.

I am a pacifist
of the highest order.

Are you a Pisces, dear boy?

Pardon me?

Pisces.
Astrology.

Our connection to the stars.

I don't exactly know.

How do you fare in water?

I'm not particularly fond of it.

Enough!

If the treasure had been sold
in Toronto, you would've heard?

I can't account for every trade,

but if something of that size
had occurred,

I would likely know about it,
yes.

If one wanted to sell such
an item, where would one go?

Without a specific buyer,

I suppose the Sunday auction
would be the most likely place.

What is that?

Every third Sunday of the month,

a private auction is held
in a different location.

That's today.

As a matter of fact, it is.

You are a Pisces, aren't you?

We must go!

Unfortunately, invitation only.

Or accompany me as my guest.

Absolutely not!

It has to be me!

Detectives,
you have the hardened look

of policemen who have been
lied to their entire lives.

This young man has the eyes
of a doe.

Uncorrupted.

No one would doubt for a second
that he would be my companion.

- Fine.
- No!

George, can you handle it?

Sir, I believe I can.

- Right, then.
- Good.

It's settled, then.

Of course...
he'll have to dress the part.

Driver!

Gentlemen, meet Boston Rhodes.

Dashing, isn't he?

This is unacceptable, Detective!

My country's history
is in the balance!

I'm afraid we have
no other choice.

Mr. Germaine, would it be fair
to describe this material

as "luxurious"?

This is velvet, dear boy.

Luxury is woven into
its very fibers.

- I knew it.
- Right.

Let's make sure
we all understand the plan.

- George...
- Uh, Boston...

...will accompany Mr. Germaine
to the auction

posing as a wealthy collector.

Detective Pupazzi will provide
us with a list of the items.

Should any of the items
come up for auction,

Boston will attempt
to procure them.

How exciting.

We will then identify the seller
and apprehend him.

Bene.

It will be important
to establish our boy

as an authentic collector
so suspicions aren't raised.

How do you suggest we do that?

It would be my honor

to introduce you
as a close personal friend.

Good thinking.

He will, of course,
need capital.

There must be some money
the police have set aside

for such an occasion.

Oh. That could prove
to be difficult.

I'll have to discuss it
with the inspector.

I realize it's a large sum,

but I believe it's the best way
to catch the thief

and hopefully, by proxy,
the killer.

Sir?

That's fine, Murdoch.
Carry on.

S-So you'll sign the form
to release the funds?

Funds.

Hang on.
How much?

Well, sir, I've put in for $50.

But I've instructed George

to keep the bidding as low
as possible.

Sixty there.

You sign for it.
Bring me the receipt.

All right.

Sir, is everything all right?

How do you mean?

Nothing.

Thank you.

Were they expensive?

Only the best for my bonbon.

Now, Henry, I was thinking.

You're working far too much.

It seems to me that those
police people need you

far more than you need them.

I suppose there may be
some truth to that.

Well, I think you need to take
a break.

Just a few weeks.

After all, I can't have you
injuring yourself

for the sake of others.

You have me to look after now.

Well, dear, I'm not sure
the inspector will allow that.

Oh, pish.
After everything you've done.

I'll go speak to him myself.
You stay right there.

No. Wait!
I...

I have to tell you something.

I wasn't injured
saving an old woman.

What do you mean?

I took on a second job
at George's garage.

That's how I hurt myself.

A second?

Why?
Is that even allowed?

Ruthie, I'm afraid
I won't be able to provide you

with the things
you're accustomed to

on a constable's salary.

My needs are so simple.
How much do you make?

About a dollar a day.

- I beg your pardon.
- A dollar.

- A day?
- Mm.

I know it doesn't sound like
much, but it's quite reasonable.

You'll need to ask for a raise.

Well, I have.
They said no.

In time, I may be able to work
my way up to a 10-cent raise.

Then I shall get a job.

Ruthie, no.
You wouldn't want that.

What I want is for my husband
to be back in one piece.

Besides, how hard can it be
to find work?

Seems like something
everybody does.

Gentlemen, may I introduce
my dear friend

and fellow collector
Mr. Boston Rhodes.

Mr. Rhodes' interests
tend toward goods

- of an Italian nature.
- Yes.

I'm looking to buy something
very expensive and Italian.

Uh, Mr. Rhodes is in
from New York City.

He'll be staying with me
for a few days.

You always do uncover
the best gems, don't you, Aldy?

Some excellent options
in New York, I'm told.

Excellent is not the word.

They are excellent!

Boston and I dined
at Molto Bene tonight.

He spent the entire time

discussing his recent trip
to Italy.

Did he?
Which parts did you visit?

Uh, the south.

The, uh, heel of the boot,
as we call it.

Uh, but also the ball
of the foot.

Old boy almost took my hand off
when I reached for the bill.

Never lets me pay for a thing.

There she was!

You two have either become
the fastest friends in history

or else that whole thing
was a sham to begin with.

Catches on quick, doesn't he?

No refunds.

What do you intend to do
about it?

Just admiring your commitment
to realism is all.

You had everybody fooled.

I'm Dan.
This is Willis.

We don't normally drink
with anyone

unless we get their name first.

Tom.

You gonna take that standing up,
Tom?

Thank you.

Well, you look like a man
with questions.

How did everybody know
who you were?

I'm known in certain circles.

The ones that matter.

What do you do?

That's a bit harder to answer.

We... We do lots of things.

The bartender said
that you're pirates.

But that's not true.

This is not
a bloody Stevenson novel.

I'm... I'm captain
of a merchant vessel.

Yeah.

Oh, people spin tales based on
their own childhood fantasies.

Tell me, what is it you do,

aside from asking me
bloody questions?

Me?
Amongst other things, I drink!

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold to the gentleman
in the feathered top hat.

Nothing's come up.

Our last item of the day...

An Italian chamber pot
from the mid-1500s,

likely from the house of Medici.

The treasures are not here.

I did say that was
a possibility.

Bidding begins at $5.

Five dollars.
Do I hear $6?

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to get noticed.

Six from the man in velvet.
Do I hear $7?

Seven for the gentleman
in the mustache.

Do I hear $8?

Eight again down here.
Do I hear $9?

This is taking too long!

You have a frame of reference

for how long underground
auctions should take?

It may not mean much to a
citizen of such a young country,

but those treasures
are the blueprint of my nation!

Forgive me for being anxious!

I understand.

Also, the food here is terrible,
and I just want to go home!

Do I hear $35?

Thirty-five down here.
And may I hear $40?

Forty down here again.

And do I hear $45?

Forty-five!
And do I hear $50?

Fifty!

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold for $50 to the gentleman
in the impeccable purple suit.

Gracious.
I got carried away.

I didn't realize it would go
so high.

Well, it is an original,
I suppose.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

I'm quite sure I do not.

She's at her
sister's in bloody Grimsby.

You want her to come back?

She's my wife.
Of course I do.

Well, it doesn't have to be
a foregone conclusion.

How do you mean?

I've traveled the world, Tom.

Seen a lot of places.
I've talked to lots of people.

Every culture has its own views
on marriage.

Want to know what I've learned?

Go on.

Only black vultures and owl
monkeys are faithful for life.

What about swans”?

Even swans stray.

I had a family once.

But I knew in my heart.

I... I couldn't give them
what they needed.

So I left.

I wager they're, uh,
a lot happier now

than when I was around,
half in, half out.

Now you live on your boat.

I go where opportunity takes me.

One thing's certain.

Somewhere someone always needs
a ship.

When you left your family,
how did you handle the pain?

Another thing I learned
on my travels.

All pain is desire.

Is that a criticism or advice?

I think that's actually
something they call Buddhism.

Buddhism?

Apparently it was used by a king
or prince of... some kind.

Explain to me again
why you bid on something

that was not on the list.

Sir, when I saw our items
weren't up for auction,

I thought this would be
another way

of at least making myself known

in... in case the seller
was indeed there.

Perhaps I just don't understand
the intricacies

of the antique world.

It's a waste bucket.
What is there to understand?

Ah. Mr. Germaine.

We were just discussing the
effectiveness of this purchase.

Well, I bring good tidings.

George's idea worked.

A man named Lloyd Trammel
made contact with me

about an hour ago.

He said he had some items my
friend would be interested in...

One of a kind,
direct from Italy.

He even mentioned
the ring of Antinous.

One of the treasures!

You did it, Georgio!
Bravo, ragazzo!

Uh, just a moment.
Just a moment.

Who is this Trammel?
W-What's his reputation?

Well, not good, frankly.

He is known to associate
with criminals

and other sordid types.

Right. Set up a meeting
with this Trammel.

But somewhere public.

Perhaps I could try on dresses.

Oh, yes.
You could be a model.

Oh, no.
No, no, no, Henry.

Those women
are of low moral character.

No, I was thinking
more I try on dresses

and then I just give my opinion
about them.

Well, I'm not sure there's
a deficit for that kind of work.

Ruthie, I do wish
you'd reconsider this.

Henry, you're in the hospital.
I hardly see you anymore.

No.
My mind is quite made up.

Yes.
Yes, it is.

Perhaps you could clean
other people's homes?

Oh, perhaps I could just
roll around in the dirt as well.

What about them?

I've seen them
all over the place.

- You mean a nurse?
- Yes!

I-I could be that.

There's much more
to being a nurse

than handing out medication.

Oh. Well, I'm sure with
your guidance, I could learn.

Would you teach me, Doctor?

I'm not trained
to be a-a nursing instructor.

- Oh, please!
- Aah!

Please, please, please, please!

A-All right.

- George.
- Sir.

I have the bullet
that Miss Hart retrieved

from the body of Mr. Honeyman.

Just as I thought.

- This is an antique.
- How can you tell, sir?

It matches this casing I found
at the scene of the crime.

Good Lord.

It doesn't look like any
bullet casing I've ever seen.

As improbable as it may seem,

in the early part
of the 18th century,

bullet casings were often made
of a thick paper.

Paper, sir?
Doesn't seem very wise.

Well, a modern firearm
would never be able to fire

such a casing.

Whoever shot Mr. Honeyman
used an antique weapon.

John.

Where are you going?

Have a seat.

Tell me what's happening.

These differences your mother
and I have been...

They're more than differences.
She said you betrayed her!

I know she feels that way,
but... Look.

I've only ever had my family's
best interests at heart.

Tried to do the right thing.

By leaving us?

John, please, have a seat.

Your mother's made a decision.

I'm not going to her
cap in hand.

You could still fight.

Y-You could...
You could fight for Mother.

You could fight for us.

I'm sorry, John.

I do know
you'll take care of things.

You're the man of the house now.

Just keep an eye
on your brother.

Once you've confirmed he has the
stolen goods, blow the whistle.

- Right.
- If he asks, this is the money.

What if he wants to look inside?

Then you'll have to convince him
to show you the treasure first.

He should go.
It's time.

Buona fortuna.

Trammel?

Mr. Trammel,
did you see who attacked you?

Is that him?!

Where is the treasure?!
Talk!

They... They... They...
They took everything.

I already told you.
I don't know who did it.

One minute I'm waiting
for your man Boston to show

with the money,
the next I'm seeing stars.

So you didn't know Mr. Honeyman
had already been killed.

Last he and I spoke
was down at the docks

when I picked up the goods.

He was alive and breathing.

Can you prove that?

How would I possibly?

What was your arrangement
with Mr. Honeyman?

That I would sell the goods
for him at a 25% commission.

But there was nothing
to stop you from killing him

and keeping 100%!

Except the fact
that I'm not a murderer.

So you knew that the treasure
was stolen.

I didn't ask to see
a bill of sale.

This man is obviously lying.

Hey, Pupoozo,
I'm the victim here.

I got no reason to lie to you.

Unless, of course,
you did kill Mr. Honeyman.

No. I've known him for years.
We were friends.

Do you own any antique firearms,
Mr. Trammel?

No.
No resale value.

Why?

Can you tell us anything else
about the attack?

Actually, yes.

Right before I lost
consciousness,

I saw a man
carting a crate away.

Was there anything distinct
about him?

He... He had a tattoo
on his arm.

"The n
"The Wanderer."

Just leave me be! Please!

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just changing
the sheets.

These are wrinkled.

Are you all right, Mr. Stickley?

- I just want to be left alone!
- Yes. Of course.

Lay down.

A word, please?

This patient is terminally ill!

We're just trying to keep him
comfortable.

What could be more comfortable
than clean linens?

When I said that you could spend
time here,

I meant more to observe,
take note, that sort of thing.

Well, how am I supposed to learn
if I don't do anything?

When a patient nears the end,

they often just need peace
and quiet...

to rest and reflect.

- We have to respect that and...
- Dr. Ogden, you're needed.

Wait right here.
A-And don't touch anything!

Can you imagine how we felt
when the man that we trusted

had squandered
our entire fortune?

Sounds like family, all right.

Haven't seen one of my kids
since I've been in here.

Did your man go to prison?

Actually, I don't know
what became of him.

Hopefully he hanged.

Beggar would have deserved it!

Feeling a bit better, I see.

Ruth was just telling me
how her family fortune was lost.

Oh. Yes.
Well, we are coping.

And I see the bedding's
been changed.

Miss Newsome, another word,
please.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

I thought hearing about people
worse off than him

might help him feel better.

But this man is dying!

Yes.
Exactly.

And how did you manage to change
the linens?

Oh, I've known how to do that
since I was a little girl.

When Moo-mama was ill,
she didn't like

the servants touching her,
so it fell to me.

- Ruth?
- Oh! Coming!

Where were we?

Oh, I remember.

My brother Roger...

Mr. Trammel seemed
genuinely surprised

that Mr. Honeyman
had been killed.

However, he is the last person

that we know of
to have seen him alive.

Indeed.

Perhaps someone learned
of their arrangement...

A potential buyer
who planned to rob Mr. Honeyman.

Enough!

Enough with all these guesses!

The heart of my country,
it is out there,

set to be sold!

My concern is not with
some thieving murder victim!

You're an officer of the law.

It's your duty to be concerned

regardless of the country
of origin.

Why?!
Why?

Because one criminal
decides to kill another?

These men contribute nothing!

They steal and they Kill!
That's all they do!

You, sir, have lost sight
of what is most important!

Now, unless you want me
to report you to your superior,

you will help me find
the treasure!

My job is to catch killers,
Detective.

If we happen to find
your nation's treasure

in the process, so be it.

But I will not be intimidated
in my own station house...

in my own office.

Yes, John?

Sir, may I speak with you
privately?

I was just leaving.

I'm going to try and make myself
a decent cup of coffee.

For a change.

John.

Sir, I'm worried
about my father.

What about, exactly?

He's gone off
to live with criminals.

Gone off to live...

He and Mother have separated.

I went home and found him
packing a suitcase.

He didn't say where he was
going, but he left this behind.

"The Wanderer."

Let's get moving.

I can't believe
you have cannons.

Picked it up in Boston.

British.

They say it was fired
during the Tea Party.

And do you use them?

Well, sometimes you run into
some trouble,

but, uh, usually when people
catch a glimpse of that,

they tuck tail and turn.

Come on, Tom.
I'll show you around.

She's a fine vessel.

Seen me through
some rough waters.

I don't mean just sailing.

And the rules here are simple.

Every man does an equal share.

Every man gets an equal share
of the earnings.

What you do on shore
is your own business.

Understood.

You're gonna like it here, Tom.
I can tell.

I looked it up.
The man's name is Dan Seavey.

He's a smuggler.

- Where are you going?
- To the docks.

I believe
I know who the killer is.

Aspettal
I'm coming!

Sir, they may have set sail.
How are we gonna catch them?

Sir.

Dan, something's coming for us.

What in blazes is that?

Never seen anything like it.

Well, it's about to be blown out
of the water.

Load the cannons!

What do you think, Tom?

That's my son.

Your son?

And my detective.

What the bloody hell
are they doing?

Detective?

- You're a cop?
- I was.

Look.
Uh, tell your lads not to fire.

I'll handle this.

Sorry, Tom.
Can't take that chance.

Get him below!

Stay there till I need you!

Ready!

Aim!

- Fire!
- Fire!

Are you all right, John?

I felt it blow right by my face!

Andiamo!

How the hell
are they doing that?

I'll be damned.

Who the hell are you?

Toronto Constabulary.
We're boarding your vessel.

- Drop anchor.
- Aye, Captain!

Drop the ladder.

Toss them a line.

I didn't let you on board so
you could commandeer my vessel.

Where's Inspector Brackenreid?

Tom?
I don't know.

I suppose he could be drinking
in the mess or having a nap.

Where's my father?

You must be John.

He's talked about you
and your mother.

- If you hurt him...
- He boarded of his own accord.

What laws are we meant
to have broken?

Besides firing a cannon at us,
the murder of Matthew Honeyman.

Where is the treasure,
you swine?

You were bearing down on us.
We fired in self-defense.

As to the rest of it,

I don't know what either of you
are talking about.

Liar!

You're coming back to Toronto
with us, Mr. Seavey.

No, he's not.

Sir!

- John...
- Easy.

John, stay calm.

Easy, lad.
Easy.

- John...
- What did you think?

You could just board my ship
and get it back?

You two can either leave my ship
alive or dead.

Either way,
I'm keeping that boat.

Let him go, Seavey.

Look around, Detective.

Not really in a position
to be giving orders, are we?

No.
I-I'll keep him awhile.

Tom will be tickled.

Now, I'll give you
to the count of three.

One. Two.

Seavey!

Let him go...
or else we're all going down,

including the treasure
in the hold.

No!
You mustn't!

You're a lawman, Tom.

We all know you're not
about to murder anyone.

Do you see a badge?
Now let him go.

I don't think so.

You see,
I'm keeping the treasure

and that sweet little boat.

In exchange,
I'll allow you and your men

to get off my ship alive.

Otherwise, your boy doesn't see
his 19th birthday.

The treasure is not for you!

Shut up, you twit!
You had your chance.

Do you know this man?

Of course not!

I'm keeping young John as a...

What do you call it?
Uh, insurance.

I'll mail him back to you.
Promise.

Right.
We're all going under.

No!

It was you.
That gun.

You killed Matthew Honeyman.

The treasure is mine!

Stop that!

That was a pretty good
right hand.

Stay down.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Matthew Honeyman.

No.

I like your boat!

My motor!

My treasure!

You've certainly improved the
spirits of a number of patients.

Moo-mama always said
I can get through to anyone.

I believe it's because
you don't pander.

You have a way of speaking
plainly and succinctly.

It's... It's quite effective.

Does this mean
I get to be a nurse now?

I'm afraid it's not...
It's not that simple.

But if you're serious,

I may be able to find a way
to place you in the hospital

as some sort of
nurse's apprentice.

I see.

Thank you.

If this is truly what you want,
Ruth,

I believe with
enough persistence,

you will eventually become
a nurse.

Goodie! Yes!
This is exactly what I want!

Oh, thank you, Doctor!

So Pupazzi wasn't actually
a detective.

We've just received word
from the Carabinieri in Naples.

They knew
who Flavio Pupazzi was,

but not because
he's a detective.

Apparently, he has quite
a lengthy criminal record.

So he and Honeyman teamed up
to rob the museum in Naples.

Yes. Then Honeyman double-
crossed him and fled here.

Pupazzi followed him and hired
Dan Seavey to find and steal it.

But by the time Pupazzi catches
up to Honeyman in Toronto,

Honeyman's already given
the treasure to Trammell,

who had it stolen from him
by Dan Seavey.

Correct.

Clear as mud.

Do you think he'll be back
any time soon, sir?

Let's hope so, George.

I'm sorry I put you
through that, son.

These problems are mine.

I didn't want them
to affect you.

Having said that,
I was very proud

of the way you handled yourself
out there,

the way you stayed calm when you
had that knife at your throat.

I was scared.

Of course you were.

Fear will only stop you
if you let it.

Mother's gonna be beside herself
when we tell her what happened.

Listen, John.

You'll always be my son.

I would walk to the ends of the
earth for you and your brother.

There and back.

Take care of your mother.

I mean that.