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It's one in the morning.
You never get over that, do you?

Still, damn sight better
than the winter.

What do you think, Mister?
What do you think's worse?

Endless day or never-ending night?

It would depend on your
state of mind, I suppose.

In the day, the light can
consume your thoughts.

In the night,
thoughts can consume you.

Take the CP rail to Hamilton
immediately.

Don't stay on the train any longer
or they will catch you.

Why are you doing this?

It's one mistake I can set right.

A murderer!

And exactly how long does
your Detective Murdoch

intend to continue his leave
of absence? I don't know.

And you consider George Crabtree
to be an adequate replacement?

Crabtree's a determined chap.

Yes. And an honest one.

That's quite a rarity
for this station.

Detective Murdoch was cleared of
any wrongdoing, Chief Constable.

Oh, yes, of course.

A faulty lock enabled the escape
of both Detective Murdoch

and Constance Gardiner.

That's my report and I stand by it.

Nevertheless the two of them
did make the choice to
walk away from confinement.

Detective Murdoch did so to apprehend
a murderess. Whom he then proceeded
to let go free.

Merely speculation, sir.
I believe Miss Gardiner
made that choice on her own.

A view also held
by both our superiors.

Let me remind you,
Inspector Brackenreid,
that I am now your superior,

and I find your recollection
of events to be highly suspect.

Who found the body? One of the
poor souls that works in this area.

A lady of the night.

And the victim?
No trace of identification,

but quite well-dressed
for this area, I would say.

Likely not a habituate.

Unless he'd stolen
another man's clothes. Hmm...

Well, on first impression, the cause
of death seems plain enough.

Yes, that it does.

I'm Dr Emily Grace.
I'm with the Coroner's Office.

Dr Grace? Dr Ogden. We could have
met at my office. There was no need.
I know and I apologise,

but a fresh corpse and a crime scene
What more could one ask for?
No corpse at all, I suppose.

Dr Grace is a new employee
of the Coroner's Office,
working under my direction. Ah...

A pleasure to
make your acquaintance, Mr?

Crabtree. George Crabtr...
Detective George Crabtree.

Well, Acting Detective,
I should say.

So let's get to work... Detective.

'Dearest William, I have learned
of the marriage proposal

'you intended to make to me.

'If your feelings are the same,
you must let me know

'before I say my vows.'

Sir, Julia's wedding...
did she seem happy?

Of course she did.
It was her bloody wedding day.

Now get out.
I'll try and put this right.

Hey, fellas.

Come on up.

Looks like you come a long,
long way.

Back to see you
after a I get a scrub.

Once you're presentable,
you should pay a visit.

She makes a month of work feel worth
it. Been to the Far East, that one.

She knows things.

Congratulations. Almost $200.

That's almost half of what I made
in a year back in my old life.

Thank you.

Morning.

I'd like a room, please. Your
lucky day. You have your choice.

Oh. My old one, then. 24.

24, it is.

I wonder if I could
have a word with Mrs Bryant.

Well, you certainly can.

Would I find her upstairs?
Hardly. She's at Fort Herchmer.

The Mounties have charged her
with murder. What?

Bashed Kate Linfield's head in
with a pick-axe.

They found Mrs Bryant ranting
and raving, covered in blood.

I'll be taking breakfast as well.

The bullet entered
the right ventricle,

perforated the aorta,
and then lodged in the man's spine.

I imagine death was instantaneous.

From which direction do you think
his assailant approached?

Don't we concentrate on the cause
of death, and not the circumstance?

From which direction?
Given the bullet's path,

the person who shot this man
approached him from the right side.

And do you notice
anything else unusual?

The man's hands...
they're soft, uncalloused.

No dirt under the fingernails.
He's also clean shaven.

He doesn't seem like a man
who'd live there.

Would I include this in my report?

Sometimes I think it best to
provide our detectives with clues.

They're not always as thorough
as they should be.

Detective Crabtree?

George Crabtree is a fine detective,

but, try as he may,
he's no William Murdoch.

I'm still something of a novice
in the practice of culinary arts.

It's quite all right.

I left some of my belongings behind.

I wonder if I could have them
sent up to my room?

Do you know where they are?

I left them with Mrs Bryant.
Then you'll need to ask her.

I... I can't keep track of
everything. You know, running
this establishment on my own,

it's a full time operation.

Fort Herchmer you said? Hmm.

You're her first visitor.

Mr Murdoch, a pleasure. Mrs Bryant.

I'd invite you in for tea,
or something stronger,

but I find myself ill-equipped.

Just to assure you,
I am not a murderer.

Do you have any kind of
legal representation?

I'm innocent.

Just the same, it would be wise...

Mr Harris left for Skagway
months ago. You're all alone?

Yes. But you came to see me
for a reason. How can I help you?

I'm having trouble
locating my valise.

I put it away for safekeeping.
It's under the bed in my room.

Don't worry.
I didn't disturb its contents.

Mr Murdoch, if there is any way
you can help me,

I would really...
I really don't know how I could.

I'm sorry.

It seems strange.

What drove Mrs Bryant to such ends?

What drove her was Kate Linfield.

The two hated each other with a fury
that only women can possess.

Elizabeth thought Kate
was stealing her business.

They'd been arguing on and off
for a couple of weeks.

You? What the devil are you
doing in here? You're not welcome.

You know what I wonder?

Why would a respected gentleman
lay his head here?

I suspect he's getting
special favours.

There's not much beneath you,
is there? Stay away from me.

Stay away from me. Do you hear me?

I do not want to
see your face in here again.

Later that evening they found
Kate Linfield dead,

the murder weapon
in Mrs Bryant's hands.

Motive, means and opportunity.

Excuse me?

When did this happen?

Five days ago. Isaac McKay
saw it with his own eyes.

Have they buried Miss Linfield yet?

Why?

I wondered if I could
examine the body?

You're a bit of an odd duck,
aren't you?

What's your business in this?

I am acquainted with Mrs Bryant.
As I was with Kate Linfield.

And I'm more that a little disturbed
by your interest in her corpse.

Noted.

I'll tell you
when this conversation is concluded.

Just making it a fair fight.

Enough! Stand down, all of you.

The stranger swung first, Sam.

Mr Murdoch,
you've had a change of heart?

Oh. Get in there, Jack. I see.

You don't look much worse for wear.

Curious how a few questions
could start a bar fight.

It's a tight community. They don't
always take well to outsiders.

Even still, you were all outsiders
before the gold rush.

Once you become a "sourdough"
you form a bond.

You need to make it
through a winter to belong.

You're an educated man, aren't you?

I'm a keen observer
of human behaviour.

And the manner and type of questions
you were asking in the bar

suggests some sort of training.

Perhaps a policeman, or a lawyer.
Am I right?

I worked for the police force.

As a detective.

A detective?

I took you in when you arrived here.

Treated you kindly.

Yes. Yes, you did.

I told you I was innocent,
but you won't help me. Why?

It's not what I do anymore.

So you'd let me rot in here because
you've found a new line of work?

You two promise to behave
yourselves?

Within reason.

Well, you're free to go, then.

You're right.
You're not a policeman.

You're nothing!

So why are you here?

Seeking my fortune.
Same as everyone else.

A little late to the party then,
sir.

The gold rush is over.

My claim seems to be panning out.

Then you're the lucky one.

Most people have abandoned their
claims, given up and gone home.

You know, they used to call this
place "The Paris of North America".

Look at it now. Nothing but ghosts
and desperate men.

Well, I am neither.

Good for you.

Whatever you're searching for,
perhaps you'll find it here.

But I wouldn't hold out much hope.

The single-shot Eclipse pistol is
an effective weapon at close range.

Unfortunately,
it's also very common,

so we're having some trouble
tracing the ownership.

I am confident that if
I follow the trail of evidence

we will indeed find the assailant.

What was the name of the poor bugger
that was killed?

Well, actually, I have Higgins
looking into that right now.

Oh, do you now?
Well, not right now, sir.

He said he had something else
to attend to first.

Are you taking your orders
from Higgins, now? No.

You're in charge of
the investigation? Yes, sir!

Well, then take the lead!

Get Higgins off his arse and get him
to do something. Right away, sir.

Higgins! Let's get to finding out
the identity of the victim, huh?

In a moment, George.
I'm still processing papers.

Higgins! Shift it!

See how easy that
was "Detective" Crabtree?

'A detective? I took you in.'

'I'm innocent.'

'You're right.
You're not a policeman.

'You're nothing!'

Didn't take you for a swell.

I trust this is enough to ensure
Mrs Bryant's release.

You are not to leave the area.

I have no intention.

Mr Murdoch, I hold you
responsible for her actions.

I'm well aware of my obligations.

Now, at your convenience,

I would like to have a closer
look at the murder weapon.

In what capacity?

I'll be representing Mrs Bryant.

Well, I'll consider your request.

I'm aware of the North West
Mounted Police's fine reputation.

I imagine you wouldn't want
to put an innocent woman

at the end of a noose.

Tell me, what was your association
with the deceased?

Mr Murdoch, can I ask you a question?

Do you believe I murdered Kate?

Please, just tell me what happened.
I need to know.

When you look at me
do you see a killer?

I've seen my share.

And their appearance
seldom betrays their deeds.

What were the circumstances
of your arrest?

She stole something of mine.
My husband's pocket watch.

He died on the Chilcoot Pass.
Never made it here.

That watch was the only connection
I had to him.

Please, just tell me what happened.

Once Arlen told me she had the
watch, I went straight to her hotel.

That's where I found her.

Your fingermarks
were on the murder weapon.

The pick-axe? I picked it up.

It was lying beside her.

Why?

I don't know why.
It just seemed filthy beside her.

There was a time
when we were good friends.

When I saw her lying there,
that was all I could remember.

And that's when Isaac McKay saw you?

Holding the weapon.

I tried to explain what had
happened, but I was covered in blood.

I must have looked like a mad woman.

I didn't do it, Mister Murdoch.

I swear.

Does your detachment come equipped
with any magnifying device?

A microscope perhaps?

I can't say we have one.

May I?

You were a lawman once.

Mr Steele, please note that
I am taking a sample of the deposit

encrusted on the edge
of the pickaxe.

Duly noted.

Mr McKay, I hope my questions
won't provoke a reaction

like they did yesterday.

As long as you remain civil.

Why would Mrs Bryant kill
Kate Linfield?

It's no secret Kate Linfield

was slowly driving Mrs Bryant
out of business.

But that would be
a pyrrhic victory at best.

From all accounts,
the gold rush is over.

There will always be people pursuing
a dream, no matter how foolhardy.

And they'll need places to stay.

And are you one of those "fools",
Mr McKay?

There's still plenty of money
to be made mining

the miners for the next few years.

Could you clarify that?

When the rush was on, that was this
city's largest source of income.

Taking gold from the men who took
it from the creeks.

Dance hall girls, five-dollar
haircuts and seven-dollar steaks.

After a month in the bush,
they were happy to pay.

Thank you.

And you, Mr Murdoch, I imagine
you'll be leaving soon as well.

And what's that you're doing?

Looking for suspects.

Ah. Among inanimate objects?

Should I be considering you one?

If you want to be wrong-headed.

I was in Skagway
at the time of the murder.

If you want confirmation, contact
Diamond Lil, she runs a bordello.

We have a casual friendship.

Ah.

So what are you looking for?

I noticed unusually high levels
of arsenopyrite

in this part of the creek.

The murder weapon was covered in it.

So whoever killed Kate was familiar
with this place. It's a theory.

Well, this is
Hard Luck Thompson's stake.

Stubborn bugger worked this
claim for years before he went bust.

Any idea
where I might be able to find him?

I haven't seen him around.

What can you tell me about him?

You can't turn your back
on policing, can you?

Please.

He was once close to Kate.

Once? Heard they came out here
two years ago together.

Then she quit him,
and started at the hotel.

Well, seems my inanimate object
may have uncovered a suspect.

Did you ever see
Miss Linfield in the company

of a Hard Luck Thompson?

No, but I heard
they were once very much in love.

In my profession, I have seen what
can happen when that emotion sours.

Only in your profession?

I too have suffered loss.

So that's why you're here.

George? Higgins.

I've discovered the identity of
the dead man.

His name is January Billings.
January?

He was reported
missing from his place of work.

A co-worker identified the body.
Has the wife been notified?

She's here now, actually.

What? No, Higgins, not right now!

Mrs Billings.

The constable said that you
wanted to see me.

Yes, please, have a seat.

What is this about?

There's no easy way
to tell you this, Mrs Billings.

Your husband has been murdered.

Murdered? No, that... that can't be.

No, I assure you, he's quite dead.

Oh, I'm sorry,
it's going to be all right.

All right? How in Heaven's name
could it be?

Well, no,
all right is not the right...

We have arranged for the body,
I mean, your husband,

er, late husband...

I have to go.

Mrs Billings, if there's anything
I can do...

You can find out who shot him.
That's what you can do!

Shot him?

Thank you for showing me around.

Everyone in town is convinced
Elizabeth Bryant did it.

I take it you're not.

Circumstance and speculation
will never trump fact.

So what are we looking for out here?

Hard Luck Thompson.

Strange if those two
were once together

that he's taken no interest
in her murder.

Perhaps he didn't care.

Perhaps he's off to another creek,
hoping his luck will finally change.

Possibly. Thompson!

Mr Thompson!

Hello?

Hello? Quiet. Quiet.

Ravens.

Nothing but scavengers.

Something around here is dead.

Something. Or someone.

Over here.

Is this Mr Thompson?

A little worse for wear,
but him indeed.

Well, then,
at least we know it wasn't him

that killed Miss Linfield.

How's that?

Miss Linfield was killed a week ago.

Judging by his condition,

Mr Thompson has been dead
for over two.

There is a silver lining of sorts.

It's possible that the same person
killed Kate Linfield

and Hard Luck Thompson.

Why do you say that?

They were both killed
in the same manner.

A blow to the head with
a miner's pick-axe.

And I found traces of a mineral both
in Hard Luck Thompson's wound

and on the pickaxe that
killed Kate Linfield.

Do you know of anyone that may
have held a grudge against them?

None, I'm afraid.

Why have you stayed? We both
know the gold rush is over.

This place,

my hotel... it's all I have.

I fought hard for it, and
I do not intend to give it up.

But if there are no customers...
There will always be some,

enough to get by.

You're still a young woman.
I buried my husband here,

and while I don't fancy joining him,
I'm not ready to leave yet.

Thank you for taking
the time to see me.

You never think it, but there's so
much to do to prepare for a funeral.

I don't mean to upset you,
but do you know why

a man of your husband's station
would be in such a rough area?

I'm not sure I could
guess what he was up to.

We'd grown... somewhat
apart over the years.

Mrs Billings, something
has been bothering me...

when I told you that your husband had
been killed, you said he was shot...

how did you know that?

I saw the coroner's
report on your desk.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Yes?

I thought it was over and done with.

No! I'll be there... Yes.

I'm sorry, but as I said,

I don't know what my husband
was doing down there.

Well, thanks for your time.
And Detective Crabtree,

I'll have you know,
I resent your veiled accusations.

I think you for this, sir.

Superintendent Steele
said I was to co-operate.

You handle all the registered gold
claims in the area, do you not? Yes.

How many people are holding
on to their claims? Not many.

So there are very
few active minders?

Correct. You were the
luckiest one this week.

Mr Thompson's claim... it was
active until the time of his death?

It was, God rest his soul.

This other signature on Hard Luck's
claim, Catherine Thompson...

who is that? Kate Linfield.

They were once married,
they held the claim jointly,

but she took no interest in it.

So Hard Luck's claim
could never be sold

as long as Kate Linfield
was still alive...?

Who else still holds claims
on Bonanza Creek? Isaac McKay.

I believe these
constitute motive for murder.

Hardly. Without gold,
these are worthless.

Isaac McKay tried to buy
Thompson's claims, but couldn't

because they were being
held by Kate Linfield.

So you think he murdered
her for the claims. Yes.

With both Miss Linfield
and Thompson dead,

their claims go back on the
market, and into McKay's hands.

But why, Mr Murdoch?
The gold rush is over.

Mrs Billings
received a telephone call

about quarter past
five this afternoon.

Higgins, I need you to find that
number from the Toronto exchange.

That way we can reference
the number against the directory

and we can ascertain where the
call... the call came from. Higgins!

Phone exchange... now!

I heard McKay tried to buy out
Thompson's claim

at the mouth of the creek,
but Hard Luck refused.

Most of these streams are panned
out... why would McKay want it?

Hope. And for some, being here
is better than the alternative.

Sound familiar?

I'm just trying to make
my own fortune, Jack...

there's no sin in that.
So answer me,

how did a detective like yourself end
up mining for scraps in the Klondike?

I'll never tell a soul...

I made a mistake.
I compromised what I believed in.

Is it a choice that
you would make again?

I did what I thought was right.
Would you do it again?

It cost me.

It's our mistakes that define us.

The name of the person who called
Mrs Billings is Terrance Novak.

Thank you, Henry.
Bring him in for questioning.

George, we used to talk,
and now you just order me around.

I'm your superior now, Higgins,
so just... do what I say!

Certainly, detective.

Crabtree... Sir? Your man
did a good job for you there.

A little honey with the vinegar,
don't you think?

I've learned from
the postmaster that Mr McKay

has had a long correspondence
with a California mining concern.

Ah, California!
That's where I'm from. Fascinating.

The California mining concern is
the Santa Anna Dredging Company...

is it becoming clear?
Well, it's certainly not to me.

McKay's a sly one.
What are you talking about?

The California Gold Rush didn't end
when the prospectors left. It began.

Are you familiar with dredging?

Yes. Those machines can move
more earth than an army of men.

Yes, but to bring those machines
here, the cost would be enormous.

As would the reward.

But to stage a dredging operation
on the Bonanza...

On the claim once held by Hard Luck.

And Kate Linfield.

So McKay would profit

if Kate and Hard Luck's claims
went back into circulation?

Suggesting motive, yes.

Bastard! He killed Kate
and pinned it on me.

Mrs Bryant. Please,
let me handle this.

Dr Ogden, do you have plans
for the evening?

If you're free, I'd be delighted
if you would join me.

There's a group of women who meet
at a private club on Church Street.

I have to accompany my husband
to a dinner this evening.

I see. Well, I hope
you can come some time.

You are something
of an inspiration to us.

Well, thank you.

Isaac!

You have to tell the truth.

You killed her! You're the one
with blood on your hands. Not me!

Is it because
she wouldn't sell to you?

You're talking madness, woman.
You murdered the two of them!

Elizabeth!

I told you to let me handle this.

Mr McKay, get out of here.

I saw what I saw, sir. Go!

I didn't do it. I'm innocent!

Then trust the law.

Not this.

Her name was Constance.
She took the law into her own hands

and I let her go free.

Well, not truly free.

She'll be on the run
the rest of her life.

That's better than death.

Perhaps. But what I did was wrong.

If you are innocent,

then you must let the law
make that determination. Not me.

That's easy for you to say,
Mr Murdoch.

Your neck's not destined
for the noose.

Mrs Bryant.

I've asked Superintendent Steele
to return you to custody.

You bastard.

It's in your best interests,
Mrs Bryant.

If you're innocent of this crime,
you will not hang, you have my word.

You're in an enviable position,
Mr McKay.

The land you need
for your dredging operation

is now yours for the taking.

And all it cost
was a mere two lives.

Which I had nothing to do with.

Hmm.

Tell me, how is it you had occasion
to be in Miss Linfield's hotel room

at such a convenient time?

I was worried for her safety.

Are you her sworn protector?

Hardly.

I was in the saloon when Arlen
came in from across the street,

told Elizabeth he'd seen Kate
with her husband's watch.

She ran out of here
faster than a scalded cat.

And you followed her?

Not right away.

For once, Arlen pulled out the good
Scotch. I'd just had my first sip

when I realised I should
make sure Kate came to no harm.

But you were too late.

Mr McKay, who else stands to gain

if you were to go ahead
with your operations?

All of us.

Shops, saloons, hotels.

The best and worst of us will all
profit when the miners return.

Of course.

Mrs Billings.

Oh...

I spoke to a Mr Terrance Novak.
I believe you know him.

I'm not sure...

The man you hired to kill
your husband. How could you not?

I did no such thing.

That's not what Mr Novak says.

And you're taking his word
against mine? Why shouldn't I?

On searching his premises
we found several bank drafts

written to him in your name.
For "services rendered."

How could you do such a thing?

What did your husband do
to deserve this?

All his running around.

At first it was our secret.

But he became
less and less discreet.

All my friends knew.

He disgraced me.

Come with me.

Any luck regarding Mrs Bryant?

None, I'm afraid.

May I take a glass
of cold water, please?

I imagine you came out here
to prospect, as well, Mr Pike?

That I did.
But I can't say I had much luck.

You seem to be doing all right now.

I'm not sure I understand.

I was noticing your bar.

All the nicks and grooves.

I imagine you collect your
fair share of stray gold dust.

I resent the implication.

Oh, it's just another way to
mine the miners, I suppose.

When this town was booming, this
hotel must have done quite well.

Busy every night.

Hmm?

No doubt you're aware
of Mr McKay's plans.

An operation like that
would bring in hundreds of men.

All looking for a place to stay,

blow off some steam.

All of it held in abeyance

by Hard Luck Thompson and
Kate Linfield's refusal

to sell a useless piece of land.

Of course, they're both dead now.

Mr Pike, do you have the time?

With all this daylight,
it's impossible to tell.

It's 11:30 in the evening.

Oh. That is a handsome watch.

May I see it?

Wow.

It's a shame I don't have
some of my tools with me.

Otherwise, I'd be able to raise
the inscription here on the back.

You see?

It's been filed off.
That's not necessary.

It was a watch, wasn't it?

The item you told Mrs Bryant
Kate Linfield stole.

A man's pocket watch.

You're very clever.

By killing Miss Linfield
and pinning it on Mrs Bryant,

you accomplished two things.

You allowed Mr McKay to go ahead
with his dredging operation

and put yourself in the position
of being the only hotelier in town.

I wish I was that clever.

I was tending bar
the night Elizabeth killed Kate.

No, you weren't.
You were arguing with Kate.

You knew she and Hard Luck
were married.

You knew Hard Luck wouldn't sell
to McKay, so you killed him.

You didn't expect his wife
shared the same stubborn streak.

Then, no-one held claim
to the land McKay needed.

You tell Elizabeth Bryant that Kate
has taken her dead husband's watch.

She goes to confront her.

You stopped McKay
from following her right away

with a bottle of best Scotch.

But McKay is a decent man

and he worried
for Miss Linfield's safety.

He wouldn't stay put.

He arrived in time
to find Elizabeth Bryant

standing over a dead Kate Linfield.

One hotel owner dead,
the other accused of murder.

Do you own a pickaxe, Mr Pike?

Lost it.

Oh, then you'll be relieved
to know it's been found.

By Elizabeth Bryant.

Right beside Kate Linfield's body.

All speculation. Wild theories.

I'll be examining that pocket watch,
Mr Pike.

And when I do,
I believe I will indeed discover

that it belonged to
Mrs Bryant's late husband.

What do you think?

Good thing you ended up here.

I owe you my freedom.

But you're leaving, aren't you?

I have business to tend to.

Does it involve her?
The woman who hurt you?

That part of my life is over.

You'll find another.

Is that what you believe?

One chance at love?

So when my husband died,
it was all over for me?

Please don't tell me that's true.

You'll find someone.

Not sure I want to.

But if you were compelled
to stay around...

Then that is your loss, Mr Murdoch.

Shame. It would have been nice
to have someone

to keep me warm in the coming months.

I don't think
I could take the winter.

A softie, are you?

I'll have you know
I've two under my belt already.

They say the third's the hardest.

Then the spring
will be even more glorious.

Goodbye, Mr Murdoch.

Goodbye, Mrs Bryant.

How could a woman hire somebody
to kill her husband?

There are many hidden things
in a marriage.

Especially a dishonest one.

A dishonest one?

Obviously, he had desires
his wife could not meet.

And she was foolish enough
to settle.

The result is inevitable.

The result of
a passionless marriage.

You don't agree?

Passion need not be
the bedrock of marriage.

There can be love and mutual respect
without schoolgirl sentiment.

Well. Good evening.

Good evening. Doctor.

So what do you think,
Detective Crabtree?

You have a keen mind.

Is Dr Ogden talking about
Mrs Billings' marriage?

I need to be back where I belong.

I assumed that would be the case.

So, you'll need this, then?

I fished it out of the creek
a day or two ago.

I'll wear it once again
once I've earned it.

You saved Mrs Bryant from the noose.

I suppose that's a start.

You said something about
your mistakes defining you.

I believe it's what you do
to right them that does.

When did I become so philosophical?

Must be the mountain air.

Will you be back?

I don't know.

If I feel the call of the wild
once again.

You've been of great assistance
to me. I never did get your surname.

It's London, Jack London.

And what's that you said?
The call of the...

Call of the wild.

A nice turn of phrase.

Higgins!

Hodge, good to see you.

How is everyone? Worseley. Irwinton.

Sir! Oh, you're back. Thank goodness!

It's wonderful to see you, sir.

It's good to see you
as well, George.

I see you've made the office home.

Oh, I'll have this back to rights
in seconds, sir, in seconds.

While you were away,
we had the strangest case.

The death of a man
whose name was January.

Certainly the first person
I've ever heard with that name.

I had a bit of a mishap
with your typewriter,

some of the keys became stuck
and it drew some blood, but...

You can't do it, Murdoch.

I intend to confess my involvement
in Constance Gardiner's escape, sir.

You can't.

It'll ruin me. You know that.

I lied for you.

I'll say it was at my insistence.

And how do you think
that'll go down, eh?

Detective Giles
is now Chief Constable.

He doubts my story
about the faulty lock.

You cast doubt on it,
we'll both end up behind bars.

You're forcing me
to live a lie, sir.

I saved your bloody job!

You made your choice
when you let the woman go.

I made mine when I saved your skin.
The die is cast.

Sir, what will I do?

You want to pay your penance

or whatever it is
you Catholic blokes do,

go back to doing what you do best.

You're a detective. Be one.

Oh, and Murdoch,

we best watch our backs.

Giles' beady eyes are on us both.

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