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(soft intriguing music)

(grand music swells)

- Thank you.

(indistinct chatter)

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(♪)

- Please drop my bag at the hotel.

- Yes. Okay. - Thank you.

- Hello. I’m looking for Chief Inspector

Oscar Lacroix-- Oh.

- Don’t worry. This is Alphonse.

- A Maltese falcon.

- That’s right.

- Do you use him for your police work?

- On occasion. I call him my eye in the sky.

Inspector Lacroix is currently indisposed,

but maybe I can help? My name is Frederick Attard.

Deputy Constable. And your name, sir?

- Murdoch. Detective William Murdoch.

- Oh! Oh, what a surprise.

We didn’t believe you’d actually come.

- I was visiting my wife and I heard of the arrest,

so I thought Malta isn’t that far from England.

- As opposed to Canada, I suppose.

Why are you so interested in our prisoner?

- I believe she committed a murder some years ago.

I’ve yet to prove it.

- Then this one on Malta would be her second.

- Yes. And your department is certain of her guilt?

- As are the magistrates. She was found next to the body,

knife in her hand, blood on her clothing.

- The magistrates?

So she’s been found guilty since I was notified of her arrest?

- Yes. She’s currently awaiting execution.

- Oh. And the victim?

- Her husband, Mr. John Mahler.

People described their relationship as volatile,

so this outcome was quite predictable.

- Hm. Your report also mentioned a missing artifact.

- Ah, yes. A tapestry long believed

to have been lost forever until Mr. Mahler acquired it

in a private sale. - Oh.

This was something valuable?

- Oh, more than valuable. Priceless.

Some believe it to be the key to buried treasure.

- Do you believe it? - Oh, well, our-our history’s

either truth or lies, depending on the author.

- Indeed. May I see her?

- You’ve come a long way. Follow me.

(soft tense music)

- You have no proof.

- No.

But I do now have something that I can offer

the Sheffield police that they didn’t have before.

A suspect.

Mrs. Nigella Fletcher.

- Detective Murdoch.

What a surprise.

I suppose you’re here for the hanging.

Good for you.

It’s not every day that you see an innocent woman

put to her death.

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(gulls squawking)

I had nothing to do with the death of my husband.

- Of course not.

- So you’re just here to gloat.

- No, I’m here to see that justice is served.

- Well, if that were the case,

then you’d be letting me go.

- I’m afraid not, Mrs. Fletcher.

The Maltese police say that the evidence is overwhelming.

And they’ve described your relationship

to your husband as, uh... volatile.

- I’d prefer to call it passionate.

A state of mind I imagine that you are unfamiliar with.

- I’m familiar enough to know that it is often

the cause of murders.

The police also said that you were found

with the murder weapon in your hand.

- Placed in my hand. - By whom?

(sighs)

- I walked into the sight

of two men beating my husband, and before I could call it out,

I was knocked unconscious.

So, I think it would be one of them.

- And what of this, uh, priceless tapestry?

- What are you insinuating, Detective Murdoch?

- That you’ve made up this entire story about intruders.

(scoffs)

- So I killed my husband, made up a story,

and then I was going to abscond with a valuable piece

of Maltese heritage?

Hm. Even I wouldn’t write that plot.

- Perhaps the tapestry isn’t the only thing of value.

- Yes, the, um, the tapestry is a treasure map.

Yes, I-I’ve heard this story.

- And do you believe it?

- Well, somebody obviously did!

And my husband died for it!

- Then poor little you is being blamed for it all.

- I killed many people on pieces of paper,

Detective Murdoch.

But never in real life.

So if you’re not going to help me, let me be.

And I’ll make sure that the hangman

reserves you a front row seat.

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

(Higgins): Mm. Let’s head out.

- On our rounds? - Eventually.

I was thinking a nice, light lunch might be nice

before settling in to meet the demands of the day.

- Do you mind if I join you?

- As long as you can pay your own way.

- I always do.

- Hello, constables. Is Albert in?

- Uh, he didn’t come in this morning.

- Is everything all right with the inspector, Miss Moon?

- Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?

I have something for him.

- It-it’s locked.

I was looking for him earlier.

- Oh.

(tense music)

(Moon): If you see him, would you mind telling him

that I came calling?

(Higgins): Of course. Uh, excuse us, though.

(gulls squawking)

(birds chirping)

- That’s all there is? - All that’s needed.

- What can you tell me about this missing tapestry?

- It was one of the last remaining treasures

that used to belong to the Order of the Knights of St. John.

- The knights? - They ruled the island

before the French took over,

one in a long list of occupiers,

the Phoenicians, the Romans, the Byzantines, the Normans,

the Arabs, Knights of St. John, French and finally the British.

I believe the Knights of St. John would very much

like that piece of their legacy back.

- Especially if it also happens to lead to treasure

that the French weren’t able to plunder.

- I think that’s why Mrs. Fletcher’s husband

purchased it. - But you said that he was rich.

- Yes. But do rich men ever feel like they’re rich enough?

- Mm.

Would you be able to direct me to the scene of the crime?

- Are you sure?

The inspector has deemed the case closed.

- Mm. What about you, what do you think?

- One always has doubts.

(Murdoch): Very good. Thank you.

- Can I help you?

- Yes. Uh, I’m Detective William Murdoch.

- Never heard of you. - Yes, I’m from Canada.

- I never heard of that either.

- Right, uh... I, uh...

I have permission to enter.

(church bells ringing)

- Go ahead. Nobody lives there anymore.

- Ah.

- Just so you know...

He got what he deserved.

- Why do you say that? - He took something

that didn’t belong to him,

that belongs to our country.

(curious music)

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(music becomes tense)

- More tea? - I’m fine. Thank you.

- On the house. - Uh, I’ll have some.

- All I’m suggesting is that

the inspector hasn’t been himself.

- How would we know? We’ve hardly seen him.

- I would imagine it would take some time

getting over what happened to him.

- Well, that shouldn’t matter.

It’s part of the job.

I’ve been beaten up, shot. I was even blown up once.

- Blown up? - Yes. By anarchists.

I nearly died. But look at me, back on the job.

You two should consider if police work is really for you.

Takes strong stuff to be a member of the constabulary.

- Mm. Ow! Oh, that’s hot.

Watson! Are you trying to kill me?

(Brackenreid): Well, what do we have here?

Two constables lazing around in the middle of the day!

You’re on the clock, you know.

- Sir, what happened?

- I tripped over Margaret’s stockings in the kitchen.

- What were her stockings doing in the kitchen, sir?

- None of your bloody business, Roberts!

Where’s Choi? I’ve been trying to call him all morning.

- I don’t know, sir. - Typical.

Murdoch goes off on vacation and the whole station

goes to pot.

Well, get out there and do some policing!

(grand orchestral music)

- What did you find out?

- A few things simply don’t add up.

- Such as? - Such as the broken lock

on-on Mrs. Fletcher’s door.

Why would she break into her own home?

- To create a story? To mislead us?

- I need to speak with her again.

- As you wish.

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- There was no one guarding the cells?

- She was locked in. I-I didn’t think it necessary.

- Oh, you thought? You graduated into thinking

instead of playing with your damn bird, huh?

- Inspector Lacroix-- - You are not welcome here.

Our investigation has concluded

and the guilty party has escaped.

Which makes me believe you had something to do with it.

(sighs) - If I may say,

I believe I have found some holes in the investigation.

(laughing) - You may not say.

This is not your business here.

Now, Madame Fletcher, did she have any visitors?

- Luka said a young woman came by.

- Good. And this young woman?

- She gave no name.

- Is this entire department run by fools?

- Uh, I’m going to leave now, if there are no objections.

- No. But stay out of this business.

It’s not yours, it’s ours.

(door opens and closes)

Keep an eye on him.

I want a full report on all his activities.

- Oi. Choi!

(sighs)

- Chief Constable. - Banker’s hours?

- Not feeling well. - Not feeling well?

You’re not feeling well?!

Not feeling well. That’s not an excuse

to leave the station. Come with me.

We’ve all gone through it. - I know!

- All I’m saying is I understand.

Few years ago, I was beaten in the street

and left for dead.

Took me months before I could face the job again.

- Even Miss Hart, here, has taken a bullet.

- Saving his life. - After I saved yours.

But noted. (chuckles)

(sighs) You can’t run from this, Albert.

- I’m not running. I’m doing my job.

I’m at my desk.

- You don’t get paid to be at your desk.

You get paid to lead. Now, if you can’t do that--

- You’ll fire me? - Uh! I didn’t say that.

Look, it might take a bit of time,

but you need to get back on the horse.

- His bark is worse than his bite.

I’ve heard it many times.

- Trouble is, his bark is right.

Is it true you were shot?

- Yes. By my father.

(indistinct background chatter)

(tense music)

- May I look at your mirror?

What else?

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(soft curious music)

Mrs. Fletcher?

Mrs. Fletcher, I may be the only person

who can possibly help you. I suggest you come out of there.

(Fletcher): Just leave me be.

Whatever’s happened has got nothing to do with you.

- I’m an officer of the law.

No matter which country I’m in, it has everything to do with me.

- I’m not going back to jail. I’ve done nothing wrong.

- You’ll never get off the island.

- I don’t intend to get off the island!

I intend to find the man who killed my husband,

and I can’t do that with a noose ’round me neck.

- He’s been here all day?

- After being upbraided by Chief Constable Brackenreid.

- Is he drunk?

- Uh, he hasn’t even touched his drink.

He’s just been staring into space.

I’ve found that’s men’s solution to all problems.

Well, that and drink.

(chuckles)

Albie. - Vivian.

- Do you mind if I take a seat?

Ah, how was work?

- Quiet.

- Violet tells me that you’ve been here most of the day.

- The constables know where to find me if I’m needed.

- Are you all right? - Vivian, I’m fine.

(soft tense music)

- Two men came by my shop today.

They told me that I had to pay them

if I wanted to stay open.

- I’ll send some constables. See to it that you’re protected.

- Thank you.

- How did your husband obtain the tapestry?

- It was a private sale. He had very deep pockets.

- And his purchasing of it caused some upset?

- Oh, it certainly did. We had more than our fair share

of threats. Oh, a-and by the way,

I’m still waiting for my apology.

- For what? - For putting the whole

of Sheffield police on me.

I got harassed for a crime I didn’t commit!

- Your childhood friend was murdered.

- Yeah, but not by me. I just wrote about it.

- With a level of detail few people

could possibly possess.

- I’ve read you and your wife’s book.

Am I to suspect you for all those crimes

you described? Hm?

I didn’t kill my childhood friend, Detective,

and I certainly did not kill my husband.

- But you do want the tapestry.

- I don’t give a damn about the tapestry!

I just want to find the man who killed my husband.

- As do I.

- So, y-you don’t think I’m the criminal.

- Well, there is some doubt as to the level of your guilt.

- Oh. How very generous of you.

- Right. If I were to help you, where would we begin?

- One of the men who killed my husband

was wearing a cross favoured by the Knights of St. John.

Now I suggest we go into the dragon’s den itself.

Strange the way the world turns, isn’t it?

Last time we met, you were trying to prove

my guilt. This time, my innocence.

(Murdoch): I’m simply trying to find out

who killed your husband. And I caution you:

you are still a suspect.

- Well, I do prefer that to convicted murderer.

Well, this is the most likely place to find them.

This fortress was built by the knights.

- What makes you think they’d be here?

- Well, they still use the chapel.

I mean, whoever killed my husband

and stole the tapestry, well, it might still be here.

Well, have you got a better idea?

- No, I suppose I don’t.

- Thank you.

Okay. You head on that way. - And you?

- Well, the opposite, of course.

I’m not going to run out on ya.

You’re the only person who can save me.

(soft intriguing music)

(birds chirping)

- Detective Murdoch, stop! - Constable Attard.

I’m glad you’re here.

- Where is she? - Uh, she got away from me.

Hit me from behind.

- Not much of a policeman, are you?

- Well, I try. - Where did she go?

You, stay right where you are.

(whispers): Mrs. Fletcher.

We should probably leave. Constable Attard is here.

(distant coughing)

- What was that? - Stay behind me.

(gasping)

(Murdoch): Your gardener!

Sir. Sir, what happened?

(panting)

- I was betrayed.

- Where is the tapestry?

- I don’t want to tell you. It belongs to us.

- Who did this to you?

(panting)

- Napoleon. - What? Napoleon?

- Did you kill my husband?

Answer me! - Mrs. Fletcher, please.

Sir.

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(Fletcher): What do you think happened?

- It would appear the thieves have turned on one other.

If you know any more about this, I suggest you tell me.

- I don’t.

- Right. We should leave.

- Oh, don’t you think there’s anything else we can find here?

- A policeman is on our trail.

And whoever attacked this man has obviously fled.

Napoleon. Why did he say that?

- Napoleon’s men stole the treasures in the first place

and there’s still a sizeable number of French on the island.

And I think I know where to find them.

(Attard): Detective Murdoch! Where are you? Show yourself!

- I think this is a good time to go.

- Detective!

- Right. Up you go.

- What are we doing here? This isn’t our usual beat.

- It’s where the inspector told us to be.

Apparently, there’s been a couple of men

harassing shop owners. He wants us to keep an eye out.

Something troubling you, Teddy?

- You were really blown up?

- I was indeed. Spent two weeks in a hospital.

- You didn’t think of quitting?

- It crossed my mind.

Any trouble, Miss Moon?

- Not as of yet. - Good to hear.

Oh.

- Your wife might like that.

- I’m afraid it’s not really, uh, expensive enough for Ruthie.

Good day, Miss Moon.

- Thank you for coming by. It is appreciated.

- Maybe we should just let her be.

- No, we’re going to teach her a lesson.

We do that, the rest of them are going to fall in line.

(birds chirping)

- It was a dream coming here. The warmth, the ocean.

It’s a far cry from Sheffield.

We were going to build a life here.

But that’s all gone now.

Did love him, you know.

- Of course. - You don’t believe me?

- I didn’t say that. - You didn’t have to.

I’ve got a feeling that you think a woman like me

doesn’t have it in her to love someone.

- I didn’t say that, either.

- Well, I do.

And I did love him.

And you and your wife live oceans apart.

Am I to assume that you don’t love her?

- M-many people believe that to be the case,

but I can assure you nothing could be farther from the truth.

We both have our duties.

The world is-is bigger than us.

Julia tends to the sick--

- And you, you right wrongs. Well, a very noble couple.

- It’s very important to her,

her work at the hospital in London.

Julia has saved many lives. And she’ll save many more.

- Do you miss her?

Both she and my daughter, very much.

But it is what she wants,

and I try to visit as often as possible.

- As much as your work will allow.

- We’ll be together again soon. I-I’m sure of it.

- You’re a good man, Detective Murdoch.

There’s not many husbands would allow their wives

to follow their dreams.

(chuckles) - Not many men

are married to my wife.

- My husband was a good man also.

All I want is to find the man who killed him.

- You will.

- I do hope so.

Because if I can’t have love, at least I can have justice.

(soft music)

- I’ll hold on to it until tomorrow.

You can decide then.

(ominous music)

I’m sorry, but we’re closed.

- Then that’s all for the best.

(grunting)

- Get out of my store. You have no right!

- All you had to do was pay us.

- A pretty reasonable amount.

(register dings)

There’s nothing in here.

- Where is it?

- I didn’t make any sales today.

- Then you better find some other way to pay us.

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct conversation)

(Moon): No! Please!

(Murdoch): So, this was built by the French, then?

(Fletcher): Uh, Romans. Napoleon’s Army quartered here.

- Mrs. Fletcher, perhaps you should stay with the wagon.

- I certainly will not.

- Where do you suggest we start?

- All I know is that Napoleon’s army

raided all the forts that belonged to the knights.

Then the stolen goods were taken here,

and then transported by ship to France.

- So it’s possible the stolen treasure is here?

- Or the man who killed my husband

and stole the tapestry, but, Lord,

I mean, they could be anywhere.

- And perhaps not just anywhere.

- What you talking about?

- Fresh footprints.

(tense music)

- Help! - What is it?

- Two men got that nice Miss Moon in her store

and I saw them pushing her around.

- How long ago was this? - About 15 minutes ago.

(soft tense music)

- There it is.

But where’s the man who stole it?

- Well, he’s not here now, is he?

Pillaging of Malta.

- It’s just as you described it.

What’s that? - What’s what?

- Where’s he going?

- Into the hills?

- What about this cave?

That’s obviously of significance.

(Fletcher sighs) - I don’t know.

Th-this whole thing, a hidden treasure,

it could be just a-a child’s tale.

Besides, I don’t care about this!

I just want the man who killed my husband.

(gun clicks)

- Oh, well. It appears you must have found him.

(tense music)

I told you to step aside.

- Now I see why. - But, no, you would not listen.

And now it’s going to cost your life.

- You killed my husband.

- Your husband wanted something that did not belong to him.

Had he not resisted-- - You killed him.

- Don’t take another step, Detective.

- You also killed the man that helped you.

(scoffs) - Fool. A Maltese dog.

My ancestors defeated his.

- You don’t even deny it.

- He thought I was going to return the treasure

to the Knights of St. John.

I’m sorry, Detective, but you leave me with no choice.

(Attard): Alphonse! (indistinct shouting)

(falcon squawking)

(gunshot)

(squawking)

- Ah!

(grunting)

(tense music)

(gunshot)

(Attard): Lacroix, stop!

- Thank you.

(grunts)

- You lied to me!

- I know.

- I’m a fellow officer. - I had no choice.

- While you two are enjoying your reunion,

Inspector Lacroix has got away!

- I don’t believe so. We know where he’s going.

(Attard): I knew it.

(Murdoch): That your inspector was involved?

- I suspected. (Fletcher): You suspected

and you prepared to watch me die?

- Apologies. - Apologies?

Is that all you’ve got?

(Murdoch): But what made you suspect him?

(Attard): The trial was a rush to judgement.

And after Mrs. Fletcher’s conviction,

I discovered that Lacroix was making plans

to leave the island. It didn’t make any sense.

His family was here for generations.

- He was a descendant of one of Napoleon’s men.

- His great-grandfather was an officer.

(Fletcher): How much further?

(Attard): We’re almost there.

(suspenseful music)

- Higgins and Roberts should be on patrol nearby.

See if you can find them.

- What’re you going to do?

- What I need to. Now go find the constables!

(gulls squawking)

(intriguing music)

- The caves are there.

- No sign of him. - We must have beaten him here.

- This road is the only way to access the caves.

We’ll have the advantage when he arrives.

- It would appear that I was wrong.

- Well, now we’re here,

let’s see if the treasure is, as well.

- I thought you didn’t care about all that.

- I don’t. But the people of Malta do.

(Attard): Wait.

You might be needing these.

- You carry tools with you?

- A good detective needs tools. Wouldn’t you say, Detective?

- A man after my own heart.

- I’ll be keeping watch up here

just in case the inspector turns up.

(sinister music)

(panting)

- Just take whatever you want and leave.

- Oh, we won’t be doing that.

- Yeah, this isn’t a one-time thing.

(Moon): What are you talking about?

- If you want your shop to stay in business, there’s a fee.

- Call it rent. - I will not.

I have dealt with men much worse than you my entire life.

- Really?

Let’s see if we can’t change that impression.

(door closes)

- Albie!

- Stay away from her.

- Who are you?

- Albert Choi, Toronto Constabulary.

- Don’t make me laugh.

- You’re no copper.

- Walk away. (gun clicks)

I’ll use it.

(gunshot)

- Albie, no.

- You don’t have the guts to shoot a cop.

- Won’t need that to deal with you.

(chuckling) Hey, take a look at this clown.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(panting)

No need to trouble yourself over these two, Vivian.

(door opens)

- Inspector! You all right?

- Yes. Finally. I’m all right.

- All right, come on.

(soft intriguing music)

- This is all rock.

Hard to believe someone could bury something in here.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Loose rock. If there is something buried in this cave,

it must be here.

(clattering) Could that be something?

- Yeah, I think it is.

And we got here before Lacroix.

- Mind your feet.

- Ooh! (rocks clattering)

(light curious music)

(ominous music)

- Are you ready for this? - Sure am.

(Fletcher gasps)

My Lord.

You look at this.

(gun clicks) - Well, I hope

it was worth dying for.

(tense music)

You’ve cut quite a swath on the island, Madame Fletcher.

You killed your husband,

escaped from prison, attacked a police officer,

and tried stealing from the Maltese people.

- That’s your confession, not mine.

(chuckles)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(grunts) - That’s for John!

- Well, he certainly deserved that one.

But perhaps just one.

- Well, for a policeman and a suspected murderer,

I think we make a corker of a team.

- I believe you’re right.

- Detective Murdoch! Detective Murdoch,

Mr. Lacroix... is here.

Well, I suppose you know that already.

- I believe you have a man to apprehend, Constable Attard.

- Get these two into the cells.

- Ah. Chief Constable.

I heard that you took those two down unarmed.

- I felt it was time to get out from behind a desk.

- Very strong work, Inspector.

So, I was thinking maybe if there’s a reward, or something?

(curious music)

- Oh, I’m certain there is.

(chuckling)

- Uh, I was thinking more for myself.

(bright instrumental music)

- Thank you, Detective Murdoch.

- What will you do?

- Oh. Stay here awhile.

Seems a nice place to-to settle.

- Perhaps write another one of your novels.

- Perhaps.

Or perhaps I might become a detective, like you.

- Right.

- Thank you, again, for your help.

- Stay out of trouble.

- What would be the fun in that?

For remembrance.

(grand instrumental music)

(♪)

(theme music)

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