All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S18E15 - When Irish Eyes are Lying

(bright music)

(indistinct chatter)

- You must realize
it's a ridiculous law.

- And you're the one who
decides that, are ya?

- Doesn't need much deciding.

- Our celebration's been banned
for more than 50 years.

Surely the time for such
foolishness has passed.

- I'm sorry, sir,
but the st. Patrick's day parade

Is still not permitted.

- The last time that you lot
marched, a man was killed.

- By one of yours.
- Yet we get punished for it.

- The only way to rescind
the ban on the parade

Is through city council.

(scoffs)
- and that'll never happen.

Bloody orange lodge.
- Watch your mouth, sir.

- Oh, you deny that fact?

I'm thinking of my family.

My daughter, laoise,

And the generations
that come after her.

In a hundred years,
I want them to look back

And be proud of what we're
trying to do here now.

- And what exactly is it
that you're trying to do?

Crowd the streets?
Stir up trouble?

- We're getting nowhere
with these two!

- I thank you both
for your time.

- A word to the wise.

Jimmy mitchell
is coming to town.

- Oh, that bastard.
What's he doing here?

- Stirring up trouble.

- Trouble that can be avoided
if you lot keep a low profile.

- A low profile, is it?

In our own city.

- You want us to hide
in our homes

While that loudmouth
spews his hate?

No such thing as one law
for all, is there, sir?

(sighs)

(revving)

(vehicle honking)

- Sir?

(gunshot)

(grunts)

(people screaming)

(tense music)

(theme music)

- And you didn't see anyone?

- No. The shot came from
over there, the open window.

- Is it possible
you were the target?

- I considered that,
and if this poor soul

Took a shot that was
intended for me.

- Hm. I wouldn't fret
until we know.

- Right. We should have a look
up there. Roberts, with me.

- Make sure the crowd
is dispersed properly.

- Clear vantage point.

Aside from the open window,

There isn't much to indicate
someone was here.

- Sir, if I may?

- Speak your mind, constable.

- A man who would try to take
this shot would have had

To know what he was doing.

- Hm.

- I don't think you were
the target, sir.

- If I wasn't, then why him?

(door opens)

- Dad?

(door closes)

(hart): No fingermarks.
They've been filed off.

- Good lord! Did you happen
to find a name?

- No personal effects,
no belongings.

- So this person intended
to be anonymous.

- It would appear so.

The shot, as you know,
was direct to the heart.

He would have died instantly.

There was one thing.

I'm not sure if this will be
of any help.

His suit was from a tailor
in five points, new york.

- New york?

(indistinct chatter)

- Mr. Ryan.

- Do you mind?

You've got some of erin in you,
don't ya?

The complexion, the hair.

- I do, indeed.

- And your faith?

- That is my business, sir.
Not yours.

- Huh.

But you still...

Must have some
of the old country in you.

- I do. But this is a new one.

- Ah. Tell that
to the protestants.

Every July the 12th,
their bloody parade.

Terrorizing the neighbourhoods,

Harassing the women.

And all we want
is a simple parade

Celebrating the life of a saint,
of all things.

- There is nothing
I can do about it.

The st. Patrick's day parade
is against the law.

- Well, let me ask you this,
then.

Do you think this is fair?

- I don't care to share my
personal opinion on the matter.

- Oh.

Ah, so...

That's my answer then.

- Good day.

- Good day to you,
mrs. Crabtree.

- And we showed those frenchies,
we did!

Six of them in the hospital,

But we taught them
to respect their betters.

And reminded them

That montreal
is an english city.

Bloody papists, the lot of them.

(man): Hear, hear.

- I've heard tell

Toronto is the belfast
of north america.

(man): Yes!

- But I trust you all still have
the mettle

To keep those catholics
in their place!

(all cheering)

So let's just enjoy
this fine meal

That maggie and the girls
have made for us.

- Chief constable,

I expect we'll see no trouble

During mr. Mitchell's
visit here.

- As long as everybody
behaves themselves.

- Yeah, well, perhaps
they should leave

Their troubles at home.

- Huh. If only.

- Come on, girl,
let's see you down it.

All the way! Come on, girl,

Let's see you down it all.
Yeah! Let's go!

Let's go! There it is!

(lively folk music)
- that's the spirit.

- Well, I need another.

I could not deny you
your thirst.

(laughing)

- So what do we do, frank?

- Well, we hold
the bloody parade whether

It's against the law or not.

We came here to be free people,
did we not?

- Ah, surely did, frank.

- So we show our colours, even
if it means a night in jail.

- Yeah.

- I want to thank you
and your father

For renting me the room.

I knocked on a lot of doors.

- I can imagine.

Everywhere you go,
no blacks, no irish.

- No dogs.

- Well, we're two of three, hey?

Catch up. I'm getting another.

- Hey, copper.

Is it true jimmy mitchell
arrived in town?

- I wouldn't know.

- If that loudmouth is in town,

We'll hear from him soon enough.
- Huh.

Well, I'll make sure he gets
the king's seat for the parade.

(laughing)

- Cheers. Sláinte.

(low mumbling)

- Oh!

Apologies,

I was doing fine
'til the ginger lady appeared.

Just too much good craic.

- The ginger lady is whisky,
and good craic

Is lively conversation.

You'll be grand in the morning.

- Good night.

(door opens and closes)

(mumbling, singing)

I will see you
in the morning, laoise.

- You don't see me now?

- It was a pleasant night,
but I have to be up at six.

(soft piano music)

- Good night, teddy.

- Night.

- What have you, watts?

- Well, a fair bit, actually.

- The identity of the dead man?
- I would have led with that.

- Then what?
- I did field a complaint

From the owner
of a rooming house

About a man who skipped out
on his bill.

She said he was from manhattan.

- Oh! Then we should
take her down to--

- The morgue. Already did.

She confirmed the dead man
was her tenant.

I told her to leave his room
as is.

There might be something
of interest there.

- Right. You have an address?
- Of course.

No.

Here.

Yes! Yes.

- Watts? Uh, are you sure
this is all right?

- What?
- Thi-thi-this sandwich.

It smells off.

- Well, it's curry and egg.
A new creation.

It's delicious.
Would you like a try?

- No.

- I usually make them
pay in advance,

But he seemed an honest fellow.

- He may well have been.

- Did you find any money on him?

- We did not.
- So I'm out?

- I'm afraid so.

Did he get up to anything
suspicious while he was here?

- Ha! This is a reputable
house I run.

- Did he say what his
business was, by chance?

- Just that he was
meeting a friend.

(sighs)

You make it quick.

I have two men
wanting this room.

And these ones pay in advance.

- Anything?
- No.

(door closes)

- What about that?

(soft mysterious music)

- It's a rock, detective.

- Yes, I see that.

What's a rock doing on
an otherwise very nice shelf?

- I suppose it is
a tad suspicious.

It's a dead drop.

- Look at that.

- They're offering $3,000
for my head.

The arses!

It's got the name of my train,

Location of the lodgings.
A description!

I'm not stout! Am I?

- Time makes fools of us all,
mitchell.

Besides,
look at the bright side,

You're not as stout as I am.

- What do you know about
the fellow

Who received this message?

- Not much, unfortunately.
He was shot dead.

- I don't think he was intending
a social call, do you?

Who was he?
- Again, I don't know.

All we do know is that
he was from new york.

- Oh, that bloody figures.

You ever been to those
neighbourhoods?

- I have not.

- Five points, mott haven.

They're pits.

Nothing but catholics
running around

With their filthy
offspring underfoot.

Don't do much more
than breed and drink, do they?

You two a little soft
in the ways of the world?

- Let me--
- as a matter of fact, sir,

I am a catholic.

- Thomas,

You have a catholic
on your police force?

- Detective murdoch
is a fine officer.

More than fine, actually.
The best.

- The circumstances of this
suggest this man

Was a hired killer.

Do you know of anyone
who'd wish you harm?

- Anyone of your kind,
I imagine.

- You might be advised
to curtail

Some of your public appearances.

If this man was hired
to harm you--

- And he bloody failed,
didn't he?

- That doesn't mean there
won't be further attempts.

- Then you find them,

And you stop 'em.

That is if you are an officer
of the law.

A catholic detective...

What the devil is happening
to this world?

- My apologies.

- Hm.

We don't choose who
we are bound to protect.

- And you're sure that was
where the shot came from?

- Based on the angle of entry
of the bullet, I would say yes.

- Hm.
- A true marksman

Can always locate the vitals.

Sorry for the interruption.

- No, no. Go ahead.

- Well,

There was little wind that day.

Low humidity, low air pressure
means the shot

Didn't have much of a drag
on it.

The dead man was in
a stationary position

For quite some time,
isn't that right?

- He was.
- An experienced shooter

Would account for all of this.

Heck, I've made tougher shots
hunting bucks.

- You hunt?
- Of course!

Pops was a butcher.

He'd always say,
"a good hunter

And a good butcher are often
one and the same."

- Hm. And you believe
the first man

Was a hired killer?
- I do.

- So that means that there are
two hired killers in town.

- Yes.

And if that's the case,
one of them is still out there.

- Hm.

- What is the harm in it?

- It is against the law.
Any mail, victoria?

- Ah, thank you.
- And every year

When the orangemen celebrate
the battle of the boyne,

There is violence.
Yet every year,

They are allowed to March!
- Ah, that's different.

- How?!
- Because they won!

Look, I agree.

We'd all be better off
leaving the struggles

Of the old world behind.

But people don't,
and I fear they never will.

- So they are allowed
to taunt a group

Who are already being treated
as second-class citizens

And to deny them their rights?

- It's a bloody parade.
It's hardly rights.

- It amounts to the same thing!

- This is a protestant city,

Run by the sons of ulster.

If I were to allow
a catholic parade,

There'd be a bloody riot!

And the orange lodge
would have both our heads.

- I've never known you
to run from a fight.

- I've run from plenty of fights
I know that I can't win,

Mrs. Crabtree.

- Thank you.

Oh!

The victim was a man named
dougal sharkly.

The new york police
are familiar with him.

In the last few years,
he's been suspected

Of shipping money and munitions
back to the home county.

- And was he here to do harm
to jimmy mitchell?

- Well, certainly possible.

- Oh, with his past,
he certainly doesn't

Appear to be
an innocent bystander.

- I would have to agree.

- Someone from the other side
knew he was here

And killed him before he could
be close to jimmy mitchell.

- That would appear
to be the case.

- Oh, you've got a hell
of nerve, you do.

Suggesting that one of my own
killed a man

Before I even arrived in town!

- I believe this mr. Sharkly
came to town to confront you.

- Well, he didn't do much
of a job, did he?

- Perhaps one of your supporters

Caught wind
of what was happening.

- Of course.
You bloody catholics!

- You are not speaking
to a catholic at the moment.

You are speaking
to a police officer

Investigating a murder.

- That neither I,

Nor any of my men
had anything to do with!

- Do you know that for a fact?

- I won't be listening to this.

And if you value your job,
you won't be saying much more.

- I'm not finished.
- No, I say you are!

- Everything all right in here?

- Nothing I can't handle.

- And who the hell are you?

- Inspector albert choi.

- Inspector?

You're a bloody copper?

- You didn't hear me?

- Oh...

This city's gone to hell
in a handbasket.

I will be speaking tomorrow.

And there best be no trouble!

Or the both of youse
will be out!

On your asses! Ha!

- It's out of a keg
shipped straight from home.

We only give it
to our special guests.

Do you not like my stew?

- I do.

But I should have it in my room.

- You will not.

You'll sit here and eat
with the rest of us.

(door opens)

That'd be my father.

(ryan): Shot in the street?

(keyes): In clear view of all.

At least that's what
I heard tell.

- Who else knew
he was coming up here?

- Just us, as far as I know.

Making yourself part
of the family now, are you?

- My apologies.

- Sit down.

Seems my girl's taken
a liking to you.

- She certainly has.

The black stuff!
For the black man.

- Hey! Mind yourself.

- I mean no offence.
It was a joke.

I apologize.

- Very funny, sir.

- No sir here. It's brian.

You like the stew?

My shop's got the best mutton
for your money.

Bring it in fresh twice a week.
Huh?

- That man you were
talking about,

The one shot in the street.
You knew him?

- Knew of him.

Didn't know him.

- Does it change anything
about tomorrow?

- What's tomorrow?

- Tomorrow we're marching.

- I...

I have to remind you
that's against the law.

- And I have to remind you
that the law's

An arse sometimes.

And you should know that
better than most.

- We'll be out for a bit.

- Thanks, laoise.

(door opens)

- You all right?

- Uh, I just don't want you
to get into any trouble.

- We're not going to cause
any trouble.

We're just standing up
for our rights. That's it.

I thought you of all people

Would have understood
something like this.

Sorry.

Sorry, I, I, uh...

I didn't think. I just, uh...

I just, I wish the world
were a bit simpler sometimes,

That's all.

But I guess that's why
the good lord

Has blessed us with this.

Sláinte.

- Cheers.

- Are you going to be
much longer?

- Sarah! I didn't even realize
you were still here.

Go home.

- What's got your attention?

- Oh, injustice, I suppose.

- Well, that's a weighty topic
for this time of night.

- Yes, well...

Years ago, this city banned
the st. Patrick's day parade

Because a catholic was killed
by the orange order.

- Well, that seems sensible.

- What would have been sensible
would have been

To ban the other side.

The protestants were the ones
who started the violence.

- Begging your pardon, ma'am,

But I doubt religion
has much to do with it.

It's just the work
of scoundrels

Cloaking themselves with it.

I doubt either of them
are doing god's work.

- Sarah, you are destined
for greater things.

(sarah chuckles)
- thank you, ma'am.

But right now, I'm destined
for three hungry

Children at home and a man
who can barely boil water.

- Mm.

(sighs)

(woman shouts)

- Laoise?
- Oh, sorry.

- Oh! Pardon me. I, I thought
there was some trouble.

- I, I dropped
the light and I, uh...

- Here.
- I hope I didn't wake you.

- Let me get that.

- Oh.
- It-it's fine.

No worries.

All right.

- Thanks.

- If that's all.

- Doesn't have to be.

- I should get to bed.

- Bed'd be a fine idea.

- Laoise.
- Come on, teddy.

- I don't think it's...

- It's hardly the time
for thinking.

(crowd cheering)

- Tried to talk him out of it.

- Doubt he hears much more
than the sound of his own voice.

- Well, hopefully just gives

The speech,
and that's the end of it.

- I highly doubt that.
- It's good to see

All of your friendly faces.

Toronto certainly is a home

Away from home
for a son of ulster!

(cheering, applause)

You're building this
into a grand city of industry

And hard work.

(crowd cheers)
with your good, honest labour,

You're building a city

That any good and honest man
can be proud of!

But it's all not good, is it?

Irish catholic beggars
are to be met everywhere.

They are as ignorant and vicious
as they are poor.

(tense music)

And they fill our poorhouses,

And they fill our prisons!

- Sir?

(suspenseful music)

- Get out of here!
- Home with you now!

- Spread your hate
somewhere else!

- Bollocks.

(overlapping shouting)

(brackenreid): Best make
yourself scarce.

- I will not.
- Suit yourself.

- Let the rabble come!

- I'll take that!
- Back off now! I said now!

- You see 'em! You see 'em!
We'll meet them!

(gunshot)

(screaming)

Get me up!
- Are you all right?

- Must have come from
that building over there!

- Let's get him out
of the line of fire.

(crowd shouting)

- Bloody lucky we are!

- Well, I don't feel
all that lucky.

Some madman's taking aim at me,

And you lot are just
sitting here!

- Our men are scouring
the scene.

The chief constable saw
where the shot came from.

- Oh, well, bravo, thomas.

A lot of good that does me.

Those hooligans are probably
having a hearty laugh.

- You ought to be more concerned
with keeping your mouth shut.

This type of talk is why you're
in their sights to begin with!

- If you don't catch this thug,

And I mean quickly,

You'll lose control
over the city before week's end.

And I'm sure your boy
would love to see the day!

- Don't waste your breath,
murdoch.

His kind don't change.

(sighs)

- Detective watts recovered
the rifle from the room

Identified by chief constable
brackenreid.

- Any spent casings?
- Mm-hmm.

- What?

- The firearm has t.R. Chatham
scratched in the stock.

- The hunting rifle belongs
to constable roberts.

- Do we know where he is now?

- Not as of yet, no.

- We need to bring roberts

Into the station house
right away.

(lively folk music)

(laughing)

- I'm taking yours.
You owe me from last time.

(laughing)

Hello.
(laughing)

- Not here.

- Would you lighten up?
The parade was a huge success.

- I don't believe today
is cause for celebration.

A man was nearly shot.

- Well, I'm nearly drunk,

So maybe you can
investigate that?

(laughing)
- well, lads,

We marched through the streets,

Proud as can be,
scared the daylights

Out of a city councillor,
and shut that plank

Jimmy mitchell's trap.

(crowd cheering)
- a job well done, I'd say.

- Yes, indeed, lass.

There's sure to be plenty
of trouble

Because of the shot
that rang out.

- Ah! We're done with
being stepped on.

Let them live in fear
for a while.

See how they like it, huh?

- Constable roberts.

I was told I might
find you here.

- The bar's owned by
my landlord, mr. Ryan.

- Mm-hmm.

- Is, is there a problem?

- I need you down at
the station house straight away.

When did you last
see your rifle?

- I keep it in a lock box
under my bed.

It was there yesterday.

- And you were home
all last night?

- I was.

- Did you lend it to anyone?

Does anyone have access to it?

- No. I don't believe so.

- Then why did we find your gun
at the site of a shooting?

And we know you're
an excellent shot.

- Typically takes a lot less
for someone like me

To meet the hangman.

Court-ordered or otherwise.

- Constable, I can assure you,

That is not what this is about.

- I have nothing to say
that hasn't already been said.

I didn't shoot anyone.

- You do realize that
your reticence

Is making this rather difficult.

- I do.

I'm sorry about that.

(suspenseful music)

- I'm worried about this.

Nothing seems to make sense.

Roberts is a fine
young constable,

But he's clearly
hiding something.

Could he be protecting someone?

- I find it difficult to believe
that constable roberts

Would be tied up
in the struggles

Of the irish in toronto.

- Injustice is injustice.

And I'm sure roberts
has had his share of that.

- Yes, but I believe
you're right, sir.

Something about this
doesn't add up.

- And what's that?

- This rifle hasn't been
fired recently.

- How can you be sure?

- I've checked it for gun powder
residue and it's spotless.

What's more,
the bullets recovered

From mr. Sharkly's body
and the scene today

Are not a match to this rifle.
(door closes)

- Gentlemen. I took
some constables

To roberts' lodgings.

Someone's cut the lock
on his gun case.

- Ah!

Why are you lying to us?

Did you know that someone
cut the lock on your gun case?

- No,

I, I didn't.

- How exactly could you
miss something like that?

- Unless you weren't home
all night as you said.

Edward, what is happening here?

Fine.

I take no pleasure in this,

But you will remain
in our cells

Until you're willing to speak,
constable.

- Just give us a moment.

Please?

Teddy,

I don't know what's going on,
but you can trust me.

- You wouldn't understand.

- Try me.

(soft music)

- I didn't know
about the break-in...

Because I, I wasn't in my room.

I was at home, but...

I was with laoise ryan
all night.

In her room.

Sleeping.

- I understand the concept

Of maintaining a woman's virtue.

- I said I was sleeping.

It's more than a lady's
good name at stake.

A black man beds a white woman
in most parts,

Who knows what happens to him.

Better men than me have met
worse fates

For just whistling near
a white woman.

I'm new here.

Mr. Ryan gave me a room to rent
when nobody else would.

I just didn't want this
to become the talk about town.

- We have a sharpshooter
on the loose and, I'm sorry,

But that takes precedence
over all else.

For what it's worth, teddy,

I do understand.

More than you know.

(door closes)

(soft music)

- I thought your job
was to prosecute criminals.

Why haven't the parade
attendees been charged?

- Because it wasn't a parade.

It was a gathering of people,

Not unlike those attending

Mr. Mitchell's hate-filled
address.

- Ah.

There's a thin line
between hate

And a hard truth, missy.

- The crown attorney's office
found nothing illegal

About irish catholics
being present.

- This is going
to upset the lodge.

- With all due respect,
that isn't my concern.

- Just what am I hearing,
thomas?

You lost your grip, have ya?

No matter.

I won't hand the dirty rounders
this city

And I won't hide in fear.

- What are you getting at,
mitchell?

- Oh. I'm going to rally

The good and upright people
of this city,

Show the left-footers
who's really in charge here.

Madam prosecutor.

- It's true.

Teddy wasn't in his room
last night.

He was with me.

- Did either of you know
that constable roberts

Had a firearm in his room?

- No. I, I surely didn't.

And neither did my dad.
He, he likes teddy.

He, he knew we were
getting close.

- Did you know that roberts
was in your daughter's

Room last night?

- Well, how would I?

I wasn't home.

- Right, my patience
is wearing thin.

Where were you last night?
- And today during the shooting?

- Well, last night,
I was at the pub.

Today, I was marching
in the streets,

Me and my daughter. You seen us.

- These are very serious
charges.

Attempting to frame
a constable of murder.

You-you could hang.

- We didn't kill anyone.

- That remains to be proven.

- I can't believe
this is happening.

I don't know what I thought
would happen, but not this.

- Watts.

- Tell me you've got the gunman
in there,

Because this lunatic mitchell
is heading

To the streets
to stir things up.

- We seem to be
at a dead-end, sir.

- The weapon recovered
on the scene

Was planted to frame
constable roberts.

- What? Murdoch,
who'd do this to one of ours?

- We're not sure yet,

But the sharpshooter
is still out there.

- And likely to try again.

How's the lad holding up?

- He's certainly seen
better days.

- Sir, can't you convince

Mr. Mitchell to lay low
for a while?

- We could get the speech
moved somewhere less populated.

That's as much as we can do.

But we need to find out
who this gunman is

Before all hell breaks loose.

- I believe I know someone
who might be able to help.

(indistinct chatter)

All set, constable?

- I think so.

- You think so?

You seemed quite confident
in your abilities

When you were examining the shot
that took out mr. Sharkly.

- A lot can change
in a couple of days, sir.

- Here.

I've adapted this telescope

With a refractive lens
for a scope.

You can adjust it here.

That should give you quite
an advantage.

(gun cocks)

- Thank you, sir.

I trust I'll be able to keep
this when the case is closed?

- I've convinced
the chief constable

To keep mr. Mitchell
in this corner.

That should severely reduce
the shooter's options.

- Are we all set?
- Yes.

Constable roberts and I
have narrowed down

All of the possible
vantage points.

If you see a shooter,
notify me immediately

On this radio transmitter.
- Right.

- Good luck.

- All right.

I'm in your hands.
What will you have me do?

- Watch the flags at city hall.
- Ah.

- They'll tell the wind
direction.

I'm getting what looks
like westward gusts,

Five miles per hour.

I need you to tell me
if there's any changes.

- Uh-huh.

- Hygrometer.

It measures humidity.
If the air is too dense,

It'll drag the speed
of the bullet,

And detective murdoch will never
let me take the scope hunting...

- Hm.
- ...If I miss the shot.

(suspenseful music)

(crowd shouting)

- You're giving the gunman
a second chance.

This time, he might not miss.

- Oh, the man's clearly
a lousy shot.

But you boys had better
have me covered,

Or the next man who needs
protection will be you, boy-o!

Eh?!

- Boy-o me, you arrogant mick.

- Southwest gusts.

I'd say about
three miles an hour.

And slowing.

- Testing, testing.

Can you hear me, watts?

- We can hear you
loud and clear.

(cheering, applause)

- Good protestants,

I stand before you unafraid.

- Unfortunately, we can
also hear mitchell.

- The unwashed irish catholics,

Oh, have me on their hit list.

(crowd shouting)

- I often try and have faith

That people like mr. Mitchell

Are few and far between,

That most people
are of good nature.

- Then you see his supporters
turn out in these numbers.

- They want to silence me

And overrun the city
like rats after nightfall!

(crowd cheering)

If we allow ourselves
to be threatened,

If we allow ourselves
to be pushed into a corner,

It won't be long before
the man in the vatican

Is walking into our homes,

Unannounced, to put his feet up
on the table!

I embolden you all...

- Watts, shooter, two o'clock,

Above the laundry. Second floor.

- Huh.

- We must stand strong

And hold him at the door!

(crowd cheering)

- Detective, we see him
above the laundry.

Can you get the shot?

- I don't know.

(murdoch, on transmitter):
Roberts, take the shot!

(watts): Roberts?
- Hold him at the door!

- Roberts? Teddy!

(gunshot)

(screaming)

- Watts?

(crowd clamouring)

(watts): Are you there?
Did you get the shooter?

- He's not here.
I must've just missed him.

- Sir, I'm certain I hit him.

- That appears to be the case.

(watts): I assume he won't go
to a hospital. Can't get far.

- I have a feeling I know
where he might wash up.

- Ah, nice and neat.
How ya doin'?

Just keep me steeped
in the single malts, huh?

Toronto's finest.

Come in for a pint, have ya?

- Not exactly, no.

- What happened to your hand?

- You find me a butcher
with ten digits,

I'll show you one
who's taking days off.

(laughing)

- You mentioned to everyone
in the bar yesterday

That you wished protestants

Would know what it was like
to live in fear.

- Just how committed are you
to seeing that through?

- Oh, no, come now.
- Recently fired, sir.

- Hm.
- Found it in the butcher's

Wagon out front.

- Butcher's wagon.

Look familiar?

Brian keyes,
you are under arrest.

- For what?

I didn't even hit the bastard.

Come on...

(door opens)

- The bullet recovered
from mr. Sharkly's body

And this spent shell casing

From the attempt on
jimmy mitchell's life

Are a match for your rifle.

- And we know you had access
to constable roberts' room.

You understand you could have
sent an innocent man to prison?

- Small price to pay.

I knew sharkly was in town
to take out mitchell.

The boys back home
who hired sharkly

Were about to set him up
proper after the job.

- Three thousand dollars cash.

We found the message
in sharkly's dead drop.

- Well, I have a family.

(scoffs)
and I knew frank wouldn't have

The guts to do
what needed to be done.

We needed to strike a blow
for the cause!

- How exactly was this an act
of irish pride?

You killed one of your own
out of greed.

This wasn't about the cause.
It was about you.

- And because you tried to frame
a member of this constabulary,

I'm going to personally
see to it that you receive

The harshest possible
punishment, catholic or not.

- Mitchell deserved a bullet!

You know that as well as I do!

- Who deserves a bullet
and who doesn't

Is not up to you.

(soft music)

Constable roberts. Good work.

- Thank you, sir.

- You did, however, cause us
a great deal of trouble.

I can't have you
keeping secrets.

- I know, sir.

- This work is all about
trusting the right people.

- I know, sir.
I'm working on it.

(indistinct chatter)

- If I never see that man again
it could be too soon.

- The constabulary did
a fine job keeping him alive.

- Yes, we did.
Whether he deserved it or not.

- Well, we're better off
treating people right.

Even those who are so
egregiously in the wrong.

- Is that so?

It seems you're not above
bending the law

To your own advantage,
eh, counsellor?

- The law's up
to interpretation.

The difference between
a parade and a gathering

Is merely semantics.

- Yes, I suppose it is.

Hopefully the lodge
see it the same way.

(engine starting)

- Sarah, you do excellent
work here.

- Oh. Thank you, mrs. Crabtree.

- I had mentioned to you

That I believe you are destined
for greater things.

- You did.
- I have a friend,

A doctor. I haven't seen her
in quite some time,

But she has a little one,
as well.

- Mm-hmm.

- I know how hard it can be

For a woman to maintain a career
and a family all at once.

This is the name
and telephone number

Of the nanny my friend used
when her little one was born.

- Mrs. Crabtree,
I couldn't possibly afford--

- Which is why I have managed
to get you a raise.

When you believe someone
has potential,

You must provide opportunity for
that potential to be realized.

- Ah, thank you, mrs. Crabtree.

Oh! Right. Of course.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

(uplifting music)

- Your things were gone
from your room when I got home.

I didn't think
I'd see you again.

- Did your old man tell you
to get me into your bedroom?

- No.

No, I promise. I-I really--
I do care for you.

- Do you know what
could have happened to me?

Do you know what still
could happen

If the wrong people find out
we spent the night together?

- I, I didn't think! I-I-I--

- I don't have that luxury.

- It, it's just that the cause,
it's, it's so much bigger

Than our silly little fears!

Surely you can understand that?

- No.

I'm not sure I do.

Goodbye, miss ryan.

(soft music)

(theme music)

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