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On Thursday
it's us against Station Five.

And what
are we going to do, men?

- Win!
- Win!

And why do we have to win
the Police Games?

- To win the grand prize, sir.
- No, Crabtree.

But, sir,
the grand prize this year

is a year's supply of
very high-quality suspenders.

Higgins and I have been tackling
the greased-pig event.

We've been practicing
on a large ham.

George, I'm afraid that event's
been canceled this year.

It's not very humane.

Oh!

Waste of a ham.
Hams, actually.

Gentlemen, the Police Games

are about camaraderie
and sportsmanship.

Right, Murdoch, and after
Station Five wins again,

we'll all join hands and sing

"Pop Goes
the Hairy Bloody Weasel."

What's wrong with you men?

We may call it the Police Games,

but this is about honor,
dignity.

About who we are as policemen.

Who we are as men.

Now, everybody listen carefully.

Murdoch has devised a strategy
for the tug-of-war.

- Detective, the floor is yours.
- Right.

It's quite simple, really.

The physics of opposing force.

Excuse me, sir.

There's been a murder
at George Street and Queen,

but they're asking for you.

That's Station Five's district.

Davis.
What's going on?

Where's Detective Slorach?

He's fallen ill with the mumps.

We'll need every hand on deck to
catch the bastard who did this.

Did what?

Took down one of my men.

Sir, that's Constable Cooper.

Bloody hell.

Detective Murdoch
is all yours, Davis.

We're glad to have you,
Detective.

You've quite a reputation.

I'd like to start by speaking
with all of your constables,

in particular those who knew
Constable Cooper well.

Of course.

Townsend. Holder.

You'll be assisting
Detective Murdoch.

Brackenreid, a word?

Detective.
I'm Randall Townsend.

Detective.
Pete Holder.

When was the last time
you saw Constable Cooper?

Yesterday afternoon.

Cooper was supposed to head over

to Bruiser's free house
after his shift.

But he never made it.

Any idea why ended up
in Chinatown instead?

No, sir.
Not at all.

That's what's strange.

This may be our beat, Detective,

but we don't necessarily
go out of our way to mix

with the Chinee.

Frankly, sir,
they give us the creeps.

You should see what they eat.

We'll continue this in a moment.

Any preliminary thoughts,
Doctor?

Based on the stage
of rigor mortis,

I'd say he was killed
six to eight hours ago.

So, late last night
or early this morning.

Yes.

His jaw's broken.
And this bruising to the face.

He was in a scrap, then.

It appears so.

And the cause of death?

There's a deep gash
in his right thigh

caused by something jagged.

Judging by the amount of blood,

I'd say the femoral artery
was severed.

I'll try to get some results
to you as soon as possible.

- Davis.
- Thank you.

We need to get any background
on Cooper you may have.

I'll make sure
it's sent over to you.

Mr. Townsend.
Mr. Holder.

Sir.

Did Constable Cooper
have a watch?

Yes.
A gift from Coop's grandfather.

Engraved and everything.

Damn these thieving slants.

Excuse me, sir.

Found these back in the alley.

Do you think they could have
caused the injury?

Possibly.

Put them in an evidence bag,
please, George.

Sir.

How are the boys faring
with potential witnesses?

Detective, won't get nothing

but "ching chong" this
and "ching chong" that

from this bunch.

That's Cantonese, Constable.

Cantonese.

As you say, Detective.

So all you've got
is a missing watch

and some bits of broken glass?

So far, sir.

With Dr. Ogden's results
still to come.

Well, you've got to do
better than that, gentlemen.

And in a hurry.

I mean, what could be more
terrifying to the common citizen

than a -- than a member
of the constabulary

murdered by some savage?

Savage, sir?
Someone dangerous --

Chief Constable Stockton,

this killer is not going to
slip away from us.

Over 250 men on the force
will see to that.

Of course they will.

And you'll forgive me.
I...

I'm taking this death
personally.

As are we, sir.

Well, there's no way
to parse it, gentlemen.

I want a quick arrest.

And you'll have it, sir.

Detective.

Sir, promising a quick arrest?

Oh, it's not a promise, Murdoch.
It's an imperative.

Now, get to it.

I went through
Constable Cooper's notebook.

I found this entry
made yesterday morning.

"Edward Chen.
7:00 p.m."

Who's Edward Chen?

Well, according to Townsend
at Station Five,

he's a Chinaman who runs
a coolie brokering business

down on Queen and Jarvis.

I am a businessman.

I pay the head tax
to bring people over from China.

For a hefty fee.

I am allowed a profit, am I not?

You had a meeting with
Constable Cooper at 7:00.

What of it?

That same constable
was murdered last night.

This was not my doing.

What happened to your eye?

It got in the way
of your Constable Cooper's fist.

There was an altercation?

Strictly one-sided,
I assure you.

What was it about?

A private matter.
A misunderstanding, really.

Mr. Chen,
you are trying my patience.

If you are going to hit me,
please...

You can tell me what
the two of you fought over here,

or I can hold you
at the station.

Of course,
that may take a few days.

But I'm sure your associates

can take care of your business
in the interim.

It was regarding a girl
named Mei-li.

What about her?

For that you will have to ask
her grandfather, Feng Choy.

His shop is just over there.

Ginseng.

An effective tonic
for headaches.

If you prefer, there is opium.

Are you Mei-li?

No, I am Ling.

Mei-li is
my uncle's granddaughter.

Is his name Feng Choy?

Yes.

My name
is Detective William Murdoch,

with the Toronto Constabulary.

I'd like to ask him
a few questions, please.

Oh, he doesn't speak
any English.

We saw you come in.

So, what did you learn
from Chen?

Not much.

That's no surprise.

These people don't talk

without a little
bare-knuckle persuasion.

Even guys like Chen.

He may dress in tweed, but
the yellow sure shows through.

Do either of you
know of a Mei-li?

Eh. All the names
sound the same to me.

Mr. Choy?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions about Mei-li.

Mei-li not here.

Where is she?

Oi.
The man asked you a question.

You answer him.

That's quite enough, Constable.
Thank you.

It's the only way to get through
to these people, sir.

I'll handle this.

Mr. Choy,
I need to speak with Mei-li.

You take.

Go.

Are you attempting
to bribe me, sir?

Please.

He told you.
Mei-li is not here.

How much for the ginseng?

Nothing.
Take it.

How much do you charge
your customers?

Five cents.

Five cents.

When Mei-li returns...

...please ask her
to drop by the station.

Thank you.

The morgue is being guarded?

The audacity of reporters
is astounding.

I caught one trying to sneak in
for a photograph.

The nerve of some people.

Have you something for me,
Doctor?

More questions, I'm afraid.

Such as, why kill someone by
severing their femoral artery?

- What's this?
- Speaking of strange.

It's a discontinuous bruise
running around the upper thigh.

And then there are these.

Glass fragments I found
buried in the wound.

We found broken bottles
in the alley.

I believe they came
from Feng Choy's shop.

And then there are these.

Dark fibers.
Also from the wound.

But I have yet to identify them.

Anything else?

Constable Cooper
had opium in his stomach.

People usually smoke it,
but it appears he was eating it.

Perhaps the killer used it to
sedate him prior to the attack?

Which seems to point back
to the herbalist again.

So this Feng Choy could be good
for Cooper's murder.

There are some connections.

The location, the opium,
broken bottles.

But?

There always is one
with you, Murdoch.

Feng Choy is an old man.

Perhaps he sedated Cooper,
then put the boots to him.

It's possible.
But a very thin case.

Sirs, Cooper's murderer
has been found.

Davis, what the bloody hell
are they doing?

Arresting Cooper's murderer.

Based on what evidence?

The broken glass, opium.

You weren't trying to keep it
from us, were you, Murdoch?

We also tossed the place,
found this.

It's Cooper's watch.

Aah!

You got something to say, slant?

I can't let you arrest this man.

Murdoch,
he has to be questioned.

Questioned, yes.
Not beaten.

Chief Constable Stockton

put Station House Number Four
in charge of this investigation.

If anyone is going to arrest
Feng Choy, it will be me.

I want some answers, gentlemen.

This man we have in custody --
Is he our killer, or is he not?

Yes, sir.
He is.

I'm not so convinced.

Cooper died a brutal death,
to be sure.

But the circumstances
remain unclear.

The circumstances?
Are you joking?

Watch your tone, Inspector.

Feng Choy had Cooper's watch.

The watch was in Feng Choy's
shop, not on his person.

And we have no motive, sir.

And to be honest,
Feng Choy is a little old

to be taking on a constable
in his prime the size of Cooper.

Sir, he's being naive.

Cooper was sedated
by Feng Choy's opium.

One of my officers
overheard Murdoch

say so himself in the morgue.

That was repeated
out of context!

Enough!

I want an arrest.
And that means a confession.

And Murdoch, I'm leaving
this case in your hands.

Mm?
Don't lose control of it again.

Yes, sir.

As far as I'm concerned, you
have our killer in your cells.

I know I'm right.

We're all on the same side,
Davis.

Are we?

Well, it's crystal clear,
Murdoch, isn't it?

You have to get Feng Choy
to talk.

Mr. Choy.

You have been charged
with murder.

If you don't speak
to the evidence against you,

you will hang.

How did Constable Cooper's watch
end up in your shop?

I'm sorry, Detective.

The more he refuses to speak,
the worse it looks for him.

He knows.

Perhaps you can answer for him.

Did Constable Cooper
purchase opium from your store?

Yes.

He had much pain in his back.

He bought from us every week.

And what about Mei-li?
Did she --

No Mei-li!

Why are you protecting her?

Did she kill Constable Cooper?

He says Mei-li is innocent.

Where is she?

Why won't you tell me?

Gentlemen.

Have you got a confession
from our killer yet?

No, sir.

Nor do I believe we have

Constable Cooper's killer
in custody.

- You son of a bitch.
- Whoa.

Then you've got some nerve
coming here, Murdoch.

We're here to pay our respects
to a fallen brother.

Brother?

That's rich.

Sir. It's time.

I need a drink.

Constable Curtis Cooper.

Coop.

He was a damn good copper
and a damn good friend.

When he dove
into that burning shed last year

to save a young girl,

we saw his courage.

When he took our shifts

because we needed time
with our families

or when --

Or when Holder's drunk!

Yes, even then.
We saw his loyalty.

When he pushed us to win
each year at the Police Games,

we saw his commitment
to the constabulary.

This year the games will be
dedicated to Constable Cooper.

So raise a glass with me.
And let's not forget the bugger.

To Cooper.

- To Cooper.
- To Cooper.

- To Coop.
- Cooper.

Take no notice of this lot.

You put the noose
around the real killer's neck,

and it's all
hail-fellow-well-met.

With the constabulary, sir,

I've always thought I'd found
a place where I fit in.

Oh, buck up, Murdoch.

You're a different kind
of copper.

And it's what
this ungrateful lot needs,

whether they like it or not.

Do you hear me?

Thank you, sir.

Right.

Well, good.

What have you, George?

Sir, Edward Chen purports to be
a great advocate

of the Chinese community
in Toronto,

but he doesn't even live
in Chinatown.

He has a huge house in Parkdale.

Mm.

No doubt bought with money

made off the blood and sweat
of others.

Also, sir,
word around the neighborhood

is that he runs a gambling room.

You'll never guess where.

Wait, wait.
Do not panic.

I will resolve this.

You're involved
in illegal gambling, Mr. Chen.

Just how do you intend
to resolve this?

I am sure we can come
to an arrangement.

I knew when Cooper died
I would have to renegotiate.

- What are your terms?
- My terms?

Well, Cooper took 20%.

I always thought
that was a bit excessive.

But, then,
what choice do I have?

You're lying.
Cooper was a decorated officer.

He also liked his bread
with butter.

Just like we all do.

Is that why you fought?

Because he was asking
for too much?

There was no fight.

Cooper hit me
because I did not pay.

It was not my fault.
Feng Choy did not pay his share.

And why didn't Feng Choy pay?

I already tell you.
Mei-li.

What about Mei-li?

Feng Choy did not tell me.

It wasn't just Chen, sir.
I've made inquiries.

Cooper had his hands
in many of pockets.

Oh, come on, Murdoch.

It's not unknown for a policeman

to accept an offer
here and there.

Chicken.
Nice bull's tongue.

A rhubarb pie
from a certain young lady?

Sir, that pie was a thank you.

So you say.

All right.
Maybe he was taking bribes.

What if he got greedy,

started to demand an even bigger
payoff, and got killed for it?

I wonder if Inspector Davis
knew about this.

And how does Mei-li fit in?

The glass
found at the crime scene

matches the glass
found in Feng Choy's shop.

But neither match the glass
found in Cooper's wound.

Sir, I thought glass was glass.

Well, all glass has
different compositions, George,

and physical qualities.

It can be matched
to different time periods,

even the factory
in which it was made.

So, what of the glass
found in Cooper's wound?

Take a look.

The glass found in Cooper's
wound has physical qualities

suggesting it was made using
the crown glass process.

Ahh, the crown glass process.
I see.

Actually, sir, I-I don't see.

Ah.

The physical qualities suggest

that we are looking for
a windowpane.

William, I've made
an unusual discovery.

What is it?

I analyzed the blood
found at the crime scene.

It was the blood of an animal.

It would appear someone
doused the area with it

after Constable Cooper was dead.

Why would anybody do that?

Because someone wanted to stage
the crime scene, George.

Which means
Cooper's body was moved.

Sir, I don't understand.

We've already
been over the evidence

from Cooper's crime scene.

Staged crime scene, George.
An important distinction.

The killer moved the body
for a reason.

To frame this Feng Choy fellow?

Quite possibly.

We have to find
the real crime scene.

Therefore we have to examine
all of the evidence

from a new perspective.

Well, sir, at the risk
of sounding defeatist,

I could look over this watch
six ways from Sunday --

I still won't find
any new fingermarks.

It's -- It's just too smudged.

What's this, George?

Some sort of white powder, sir?

Oh, sir, uh, is that sanitary?
I mean, that could --

Plaster.

- Yes, or some sort of...
- It's plaster.

Oh.

Well, where would that
have come from?

- I'll be damned.
- Plaster dust, sir.

No doubt the same as the dust
we found on Cooper's clothing.

Sir. Windowpanes.

Broken shards.

Most likely the same

as the glass we found
in Cooper's wound.

Blood.
A great deal of it.

Arterial spray.

George, take some samples
of this blood.

Sir.

Clearly someone
tried to cover this up, sir.

Oh, what you got
there, Murdoch? Bit of string?

It's thicker.

I wonder
if the fibers match those

we found in Cooper's wound.

George, gather up
all of this new evidence.

Take it over to Dr. Ogden for
analysis as soon as possible.

Sir, I believe we've found
our murder scene.

Bloody hell.

Right behind a coppers' pub.

There ought to be a sign
outside this copper bar.

"Members only."

What did you say?

I said there should be
a sign out front

that says "members only."

Well, it might interest
you geniuses to know

that Cooper wasn't killed
outside Feng Choy's shop

but in the alleyway
behind this very pub.

Hold on, Brackenreid.

Don't you think we'd have
noticed a thing like that?

The evidence
is quite conclusive.

You've got the sworn statements.

None of my men
saw Coop here that night.

And there's the rub.

We need to ask a few questions.

You mean to question us
in the death of one of our own?

Just settle down, Townsend.

No one's suggesting there was
a badge on the killer.

Isn't that right, Detective?

I'd like to hear that from him.

Perhaps you can tell us

how a man was killed
right outside this pub

and no one noticed.

I think it's time
both of you left.

You'll not be interrogating
my men, and that's final.

Very well, Inspector.

But the truth will come out.

One way or another.

Are you sure
that was wise, Murdoch?

You might have warned me

you were going to accuse one cop
of murdering another.

Sir, they jumped
to their own conclusions.

That may be, but we still need
conclusive evidence.

And we need it now.
Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

The dried blood you found behind
Bruiser's is definitely human.

Confirming he was killed there.

Good.

You all right, William?

This must be hard on you

to be tearing down
the thing you love.

I prefer to think
I'm protecting it.

Despite the consequences?

Oh, Julia, I can do no less.

I know, William.

It's what I admire about you.

But you will be careful,
won't you?

Of course.

Have you found anything else?

Yes, that piece of string
that you found.

It may help us.

It's a perfect match

to the dark fibers I found
in Cooper's wound.

But how they got there,
I've no idea.

Aah!

Perhaps the killer
tried to stop the bleeding

by using a bootlace
as a tourniquet.

Yes. That would account for the
bruising around the upper thigh.

Which confirms
one very important thing.

Cooper knew his killer.

You'll agree the attempt
to apply a tourniquet

indicates remorse.

And a policeman
is trained in first aid.

I think we can safely assume

that the attacker
didn't intend to kill Cooper.

Well, that might spare a copper
from the noose,

but how do you figure
it was an accident?

I believe the night he died,
Cooper confronted his assailant.

Out of sight of the other men.

That explains
why the lads never saw Cooper.

Get to the part
where it's accidental.

The argument
moved into the alley.

Once outside,
the argument escalated

and punches were thrown.

One knocked Cooper
to the ground.

And into the windowpane.

Aah!

The man then tried
to save his life.

Failing to do so,

he moved the body and staged
an alternate crime scene.

Something else that a copper
would know how to do.

Yes.

Mm.

It would be helpful
to have a suspect.

Yes.

Unfortunately, this assailant
knows all of our tricks,

being a policeman as well.

Hmm.

But what were they arguing about
that was so bloody important?

I can't imagine.

But this Feng Choy
knows something.

And this Mei-li
figures into it too.

But exactly how?

Excuse me.

Detective, there's a package
here for you.

I'm not expecting
any deliveries, George.

You might want to come
take a look at this one, sir.

It's quite something.

- What's this, Murdoch?
- I have no idea.

No return address.

Well, open it, then.

I believe
it's a message for me, sir.

An intimidation tactic
from Station Five, no doubt.

Well, that's it, then.

We can't let them
get away with this, can we?

Hmm? Boys?

Anyone? Higgins.

It's not been easy, sirs.

There's been glares on the beat
and snide remarks in the bars.

We're all of us targets, sir.

Because of me.

- Oh, that is bollocks!
- Crabtree.

Sir, I'm sorry.
But a policeman has been killed!

Detective Murdoch is having to
fight on every side

to make sure
the killer is caught.

And now Station Five think
that we can be intimidated.

Are we gonna let them?

- No.
- No.

Or will we show them what for?

Show them what for.
Show them what's what, boys.

Not just yet, lads.

Tomorrow it's us against
Station Five in the finals.

As of now
we have a new strategy.

To obliterate the bastards.

- Hear, hear!
- Hear, hear, sir

Hear, hear!

Now it's down to the finals --

Station Four
versus Station Five.

Compete cordially
and graciously, gentlemen.

Make the constabulary proud.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Come on, Davis.
Come on, Inspector.

- Come on.
- You've got him.

- Brackenreid.
- Inspector Davis.

- Hang in there.
- Come on.

When are you gonna
get your head out of your ass

and charge that noodle lover?

Murdoch thinks
you're hiding something.

And I'm inclined to agree.

You're wrong.

Or didn't Murdoch
get the message?

Oh, he got it, all right.
We all did.

Care to hear
our collective reply?

Back it up, boys.

Man the rope!

Take the strain!

- Ready, boys.
- Steady...

Pull!

Come on, Five.
We're playing for Cooper.

We're all playing for Cooper!

We don't lose to rats
who protect killers!

We don't lose to corrupt cops!

What's that, Murdoch?

- You want at us?!
- Maybe we all do.

- Is that right?
- Crabtree, allow me.

Easy, Inspector. Let's not
lose our heads now, okay?

Sunshine, don't be a hero.

Townsend, forget rank.

- Yeah?
- Yes!

Your behavior
was juvenile and offensive.

And at a time when --

when, more than ever,
the public needs to trust

that the constabulary
is disciplined and restrained.

Now, what the hell happened?

Detective Murdoch's been
sniffing around Station Five

thinking Cooper's killer
is among us.

Is this true, Murdoch?

I must consider
all possibilities, sir.

And what sort of solid evidence
do you have?

Admittedly
nothing conclusive yet.

Well, then, it's simple,
isn't it, Murdoch?

I want this Feng Choy charged.

- Case closed.
- But, sir...

And I want to see an end

to the animosity
between station houses.

You will collect yourselves,
gentlemen,

and be ready to man that rope
in one hour.

And the next time
it better be sportsmanlike.

Or I see a great many
new recruits in our future.

- Uh...
- It's done.

With all due respect, sir,
it's not nearly done.

All right, listen.

It's clear that Station Five
are hiding something.

And that this Feng Choy
holds the key.

You've got one hour
to make your case, Murdoch.

Yes, sir.

You have news of my uncle?

My superiors
believe him to be guilty.

He's to be officially charged
with the murder

and most likely will hang.

But he is innocent!

I agree with you.

You do?

But you must understand --

Unless I find out how Mei-li
is involved in this

or where she is,

I can't help your uncle.

I cannot force him to talk.

He is her grandfather.

He sees it as his duty
to protect her.

Who will protect her
when he's hanged?

The police take money and
sometimes herbs from the shop.

But one went too far.

With Mei-li?

He forced himself upon her.

She is a child.

Was it Cooper?
Constable Cooper?

No.

No. Another one.

He does not know his name --

only that Mei-li called him
"the mean one."

Did Cooper find out about this?

Before he died, he came to the
shop because I did not pay him.

I was very angry, and I told him
what had happened to Mei-li.

Then what?

He became very quiet.

Mr. Choy.

I am very sorry

that your granddaughter had to
endure such suffering.

Mei-li must come forward.

It's the only way
I can save your uncle

and put the proper man
in prison.

I will speak to him.

Rape?

This man's not just a killer,
Murdoch -- He's a monster.

Perhaps Cooper
felt the same way, sir.

Right. I see.

Cooper found out
about the assault

and confronted
the guilty bastard.

- It seems likely.
- But who?

Any one of the buggers at
Station Five could have done it.

I think I may know, sir.

Mei-li apparently referred to
him as "the mean one."

You got something to say,
slant?

Pete Holder?

He certainly
fits the description.

It was Holder
who sent Cooper into the glass.

Aah!

He tried to save Cooper's life,
but to no avail.

I suppose it does make some kind
of god-awful sense, Murdoch.

Excuse me, sirs.
It's been about an hour.

We should get back
to the tug-of-war.

Bloody timing.

Come on.
We'd better get back to it.

Otherwise, Stockton will have
our guts for garters.

- Sir?
- He'll be annoyed.

Good luck, Detective.

- Do they still call you that?
- Hey, hey.

Easy, now.
Come on.

Don't mind him.

Listen, uh, things got
out of hand back there.

Let's, uh...

What do you say we put all this
animosity behind us, eh?

I've shown no one animosity.

Okay.

Know this --

If you pursue this,
there will be consequences.

Yes.
There will be.

All right, men.
Gather 'round.

Come on.

I want a clean competition.

No one will get a third chance.

Understood?

This event will determine
the winner

of this year's Police Games.

Good luck.

This is it.

- I'll take this side.
- All right.

Man the rope!

- All right, boys.
- Take the strain!

- This is it.
- Steady!

Pull!

Pull!

What the bloody hell happened?
We had them!

Sir, I believe we still do.

George, I need you
to do something for me.

Sir.

Here's to Precinct Five.
Well done.

He's already got them on.

He's got four of them.

All right, you blue devils,
shut your yaps.

Normally I'd toast
you fine lads.

But tonight I turn the floor
over to Townsend.

You gave us a scare there
with your slip-up,

but you fought back
and you brought us home, lad.

Now give us a few words.

All right.

Thank you, sir.

Well, boys, looks like
we've got another year

to brag about
what we know anyway --

We may be a bunch of louts,

but we are the best damn louts
this city has to offer!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Now, we wouldn't be
the coppers we are today

if it weren't for Cooper.

Let's just remember him
as he was.

Dead in an alley, you mean?

What the hell is this, Murdoch?

He's here on business.

What type of business?

An arrest, Mr. Townsend.

The night that Cooper died,

Mr. Townsend was here
in the bar.

Well, I'm here every night,
aren't I?

Cooper wanted to talk
and you knew what about.

So you moved it to the alley
before anyone saw you.

Where the two of you fought.

Constable Cooper
fell on panes of broken glass

and slashed his leg.

That's crazy.

No, Coop was my friend.
He -- He was my beat partner.

You tried to stop the bleeding

by using one of your bootlaces
as a tourniquet.

That's why your laces
don't match.

And when that didn't work,
you panicked.

You moved his body and planted
his watch at Feng Choy's.

What are you on about, Murdoch?
Where's your motive?

She's right here, sir.

Miss Ling, please ask Mei-li

if the constable that
assaulted her is in this room.

You raped this young girl.

And when Cooper found out
about it, he confronted you.

And for that, he died.

Constable Townsend.

Look at me.

Is this true?

I mean, come on, lads.
Look at her.

It's not as though you haven't
thought about it, right? I...

I slipped.

That's it.

And Coop...

Coop, he overreacted,

and I-I tried to talk him down,
but he...

Things got out of hand.

You understand, now?

You understand me --
It was an accident.

I -- I tried to save him.

There was so much blood.
I-I didn't know what to do.

You killed a cop, Townsend.

And you were gonna let
an old man hang for your crime.

Someone take this disgrace away.

Lads.

We'll leave you
to your, uh, celebration.

Mei-li.

My uncle would like to say
something to you.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

I thought you were all the same.

But there is goodness in you.

And where
there is good in one part,

there is good in the whole.

Lao-tzu? Confucius?

Feng Choy, I believe.

Ah.

Thank you.

There's good in one,
there's good in the whole.

Hmm.
They're pithy, those Chinese.

Chief Constable Stockton.

Davis at Station Five asked me
to give this to you boys.

He says you deserve it.
And he's right.

Thank you, sir.

I've also come to congratulate
you too, Murdoch.

And to offer you a proposition.

How do you feel about Winnipeg?

Winnipeg, sir?

Well, you solved
Constable Cooper's murder.

But you did it by investigating
your fellow officers.

Hard to do one
without the other.

Oh, quite. Quite.

But as for Winnipeg...

I think things would be
easier for you out there.

I don't believe
they would be, sir.

This is my home.

There you have it,
Chief Constable.

Fine.

Good. Good.

Well, the constabulary
thank you, Murdoch, and...

...so do the people of Toronto.

What a tosser.

Don't worry about it, Murdoch.

This will all pass.

Sunny days ahead.

S-Sunny days, sir.

You did what you had to do,
me old mucker.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.