All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S13E02 (EN)

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Move!

Hey, stop there!

Heads up, heads up! Constabulary!

- Get away from me.
- No.

- I didn't do anything! Get your hands off me!
- I know what you did.

Stop there! Police!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

- What's going on between you?
- Nothing.

Nothing?

George!

- George!
- Hey, wait!

Oi, stand back! Please, get back.

Get back sir, let's go.

Constabulary, coming through.

He's been dead less than five minutes.

What do you know about it?

I was chasing the man who did this.

Would have had him too, if your
partner here hadn't shown up.

So good work, Constable.

You just let a killer go free.

What happened, Mr. Parker?

Ask your Constable. He knows.

I'm asking you.

Pretty simple, really. I heard a shot.

I saw someone running, tried
to stop him before he got away.

Just being a good citizen?

- Yeah, I didn't know that was a problem.
- It's not.

If that's all it was.

You doubting me?

I told you what I did.

So how about I tell you
what the real problem is?

Problem is, I caught a killer
and your copper let him get away.

- He didn't see what you saw.
- No.

He saw a black man
beating on a white man

and decided who the bad guy was.

I've seen it before, no
doubt I'll see it again.

Constable Crabtree is
an honest policeman.

And I'm sure it was an honest reaction.

So, you holding me or not?

- No.
- Good.

Now perhaps you'll let me be on my way

and you can go see if you can
catch the real criminal here.

You'll be providing us with
your address before you leave.

I'm renting a room down on Alexander.

Will you be staying in Toronto long?

Man tries to do a good turn,

and all he gets is a lump
on the back of his head.

What makes you think I'll
be sticking around here?

- I apologize, sir.
- There's no need.

You did the correct thing
under the circumstances.

If that had have been me,

I don't think he'd be
treating me the same way.

Well, it's understandable, I mean...

Track record, Henry.

- Be reasonable.
- I am being reasonable.

Neither Samuel or I
want you touching him.

- I am more than capable.
- Doctor Forbes?

I will see that you and your
husband's wishes are honoured.

Thank you.

Good luck tomorrow. Doctor Ogden.

Just see that my Samuel gets better.

- This is ridiculous.
- We have to respect the patient's wishes.

- I am able to perform that surgery.
- I have no doubt about that.

And I am as accomplished
as any man in this hospital.

Well,

not any man.

- You know what I mean.
- Yes, I do.

But my decision has been made.

I have already briefed Doctor
Dixon on Mr. Fitzgerald's condition

and he will be performing the operation.

- Then I'll assist.
- No, you will not.

You will stay well
away from this patient.

Do you see the wound?

I have here been before, Miss Hart.

Small calibre weapon.
Likely some sort of pistol.

Powder burns indicate it
was done at very close range.

Anything else?

Yes. The bruising
pattern is not consistent

with a single barrel weapon.

Interesting.

I'll look into it.

This was no bar room
altercation gone wrong, George.

- This was an assassination.
- Sir?

Perhaps we released that
Mr. Parker prematurely.

See, everyone makes mistakes.

Thank you, sir. I do
have an address for him.

Well, perhaps he warrants
another conversation.

A Union card.

He was a Stevedore.

Who would want to kill a dockworker?

Miss Hart, I need full
details on the wound:

measurements, photographs and
a determination of calibre,

if you can make one.

It's no great surprise that
something like this happened.

- Sir?
- I've just had my ear chewed off

by Cecil Vance, the Harbourmaster.

He's having trouble down at the docks.

Men not turning up for their
shifts. Tossing it off when they do.

So whatever the situation
is, it could be getting worse.

- That's stating the bloody obvious, isn't it?
- Sirs.

- What is it, Crabtree?
- Bad news, I'm afraid.

It seems Mr. Parker
gave us a false address.

So, Crabtree had a suspect in custody,

you had a witness, and the
pair of you let them both go?

- There was no reason to...
- There's always a bloody reason

to hold on to someone if you
think they've done something.

Bloody hell, Murdoch! I expect
this from him, but you...

Sir, I apologize. I thought
Higgins was in trouble...

You should hope your novel
is a raging bestseller,

because you sure as hell won't
be rising through the ranks

- around here anytime soon.
- Sir?

That's all, Buggalugs.

He's in a mood.

We're never fully aware of the
pressures the Inspector's under.

Sir, I wish I had your sense of charity.

No. Right.

- Don't know him.
- You?

Never seen him before.

This man was one of yours.

He was shot in the side of the head.

This was no accident. It
was a deliberate murder.

Likely because of these
labour disruptions.

Is not one of you going to be man enough

to stick up for one of your own?

- Sir, do you think one of them will...
- We shall see.

Ah.

Hello?

His name's Carl Landers.

What can you tell us about him?

Not much more than that.

Came up here from Pittsburgh.

Started working with
us about a month ago.

Anything else?

I'm not surprised he
ended up the way he did.

- Why do you say that?
- He was a hothead, stirring up trouble.

From what I understand,
he's not the only one.

All we're looking for is a living wage,

maybe work in a place
where we don't get killed.

- Nothing wrong with wanting that.
- And Landers?

Landers wanted to burn the
whole place to the ground.

Not getting anywhere doing that.

Did you ever see him
speaking with a black chap,

maybe 5'10", about 30 years of age?

I saw him with a darkie once.

Down near the roomies on Shuter.

Seemed like they knew each other.

- Negro.
- Excuse me?

The man is not a darkie. He's a Negro.

Thank you.

What I want to know is:

what is the police
department gonna do about it?

There's nothing the police can do about

a bunch of stevedores
dragging their asses.

I brought you in here
because I had questions,

not the other way around!

Mr. Vance has no knowledge or interest
in what happened to Mr. Landers.

- He was in your employ.
- I have hundreds of men in my employ.

And now one's been murdered.

Again, this is a matter
we have no knowledge of.

- Did you know this man?
- Of course I didn't know him.

Nor do I have any information regarding
the circumstances of his death.

We thought we were coming
in here today to find out

what your department was planning to do

- about the situation at the docks.
- And who are you?

My name is Lionel Armstrong.
I work for Mr. Vance.

This city is losing money.

Shipments aren't moving in or
out of the port. It's intolerable.

These union men are
grinding the docks to a halt

and the police are doing nothing.

- They haven't broken any laws.
- They're not fulfilling their obligations.

Perhaps if you paid them a living wage.

They are getting a living wage.

Your job is to get this city moving.

I suggest you do that

instead of wasting time and
energy on a dead anarchist.

You and your men best
do something about this

or I'll have your badge.

I am sure Doctor Forbes
sees you as competent.

Well... he doesn't show it.

Is it not a patient's
right to choose his care?

This is surely not a
reflection on your abilities.

William, I'm not
looking for reason here;

I am looking for you to agree with me.

I agree with you,

- you should be allowed to perform the surgery.
- Yes!

- But...
- I'm not interested in "buts," William!

Sometimes, I just need
to hear that I'm right.

I'm just trying to find a solution.

Sometimes one isn't interested
in a solution, William;

sometimes, support is
all that is required!

So your place or mine?

Yours. Mrs. Keening's been
watching me like a hawk.

- You should move.
- My place is cheap.

It's not like I make lawyering money.

I suppose you'll have to wait
until you're a famous writer.

I'm not sure writers
make that much either.

So shall we?

Let me meet you there. I
promised Higgins a drink.

He's been feeling a
bit down in the dumps.

- Par for the course.
- He's not a bad fellow.

I'm sure you're right, George.

After today, I understand how he feels.

The Inspector went up one
side of me and down the other.

- What happened?
- I let a suspect get away.

Well, you're George Crabtree,

I'm sure you'll find him soon enough.

Another please.

I am not having a good
time in my life right now.

- Ruth is not happy.
- I'm sorry.

She is on the outside,

but deep down, I know she is not.

Are you sure, Higgins? I mean,

she strikes me as one
that's hard to read.

Oh, I know my Ruthie.

I'm just a failure of a man.

Now, that's being a bit harsh, Higgins.

She was born for better
things than I, George.

I cannot afford to give
her the things she needs.

- What does she need?
- Creature comforts.

A night on the town once in a while.

A manicure.

We've only been to Henri's
once in the past two months.

Oh, Higgins, isn't
Henri's the most expensive

- restaurant in the city?
- It is, George,

but it is divine.

And Ruthie positively
glows when she's there.

- Another?
- No. No, I'm off to see Effie.

Why doesn't she like me?

She likes you well enough, Higgins.

I doubt that. She treats
me like a bad smell.

She can come off a bit...

- reserved sometimes.
- She hates me.

And that's not fair.
I'm... I'm a good fellow.

Are you sure you won't have another?

Higgins, you are a good
fellow, but you know what?

You've had your fill tonight.

See you in the morning, George.

Troubles at home?

Hardly business of yours.

Would making a few extra dollars help?

It would.

Then, this is your lucky day.

I got a job that needs doing,

and I'm looking for a
few good men to do it.

Mr. Parker's been seen in this
area. And I have an address.

- This better not be another false lead.
- I don't believe so.

Oh! And I have George looking into

Mr. Landers' activities in Pittsburgh.

I don't give a toss about Pittsburgh.

Well, if it's him,
he keeps a tidy place.

The landlady said he fit
the description I gave her.

Sir, that's Mr. Landers.

- The dead man?
- Yes.

Um...

perhaps it would be best if
he didn't know we were here.

Ah. Oh.

That's impressive.

It's an Ensignette.
Julia bought it for me.

The only thing that Margaret
buys me is bloody long johns.

So I looked into Mr. Landers.

Turns out that up until
a couple of years ago,

he was a detective for
the Pinkerton Agency.

From lawman to wharf rat.
That's something of a fall.

Did he ever have any
run-ins with Mr. Parker?

Sir, it seems Landers had
run-ins with everybody.

Given that we found his
picture in Mr. Parker's room,

- it seems clear that the two have a history.
- I'll look into that.

Crabtree, get yourself down to
Mabel's Rooms on Shuter Street.

If Parker turns up, bring him in.

Trust me now, do you...

- sir?
- In a limited capacity.

Ah, Miss Hart,

our resident ray of
sunshine! Do come in.

Nice to see you too, Inspector.

Detective, sorry for the delay.

I think I've identified the type
of weapon used to kill Mr. Landers.

It's a Shattuck Unique.

Properly named I'd say.

There's not a lot to it.

Still, it packs a punch.

Four barrels and fits in
the palm of one's hand.

It could be what you're looking for.

Excellent work, Miss Hart!

Perhaps one day Murdoch
will show you his wee camera.

I look forward to it.

Young lady definitely
knows what's she's doing.

She does that.

Been doing an excellent
job since Doctor Ogden left.

Hmm...

I know Mr. Fitzgerald was to
be your patient. I'm sorry.

It's your assignment, not your fault.

Well, if you'd like,

I could wait until he's
anesthetized and you could take over.

- That is not necessary.
- He'd never know.

Yes, but it might not look good
on you when I slit his throat.

You're an able surgeon, Julia.

I know that.

Just patch him up so I can
give him a piece of my mind.

Here's your card. Congratulations.

You're a stevedore.

- I already have a full-time job.
- This isn't one.

And you'll be well paid.

If you can't do it, I can find
plenty of others that will.

All right, I'm counting on you guys.

Thank you.

Sir, I have news about the photographs.

The names of the men?

- No.
- Then what?

Sir, it appears that the
hall in the background

is in Homestead, Pennsylvania.

- This Parker's a long way from home.
- Yes, sir.

Also, it seems the photographs
were taken almost 15 years ago.

And what happened in
Homestead back then?

The owners of the
Pennsylvania Steel Works

hired the Pinkerton Detective
Agency to put down a labour unrest.

Things escalated, shots were fired,

lives were lost on both sides.

- This Landers fellow was there?
- So it would seem.

- That bloody...
- Sir?

Sounds to me like Mr. Cecil
Vance of the Port Authority

has called in the Pinkertons
to help sort his mess out.

And someone got wind of what Mr.
Landers was doing and killed him.

- Higgins. Where's Higgins?
- He's away from his desk.

Get Mr. Vance in here,
Murdoch. Immediately.

Yes, sir.

- Where is he?
- Just right over there.

Hey!

Hey!

Damn!

Thank you.

- Mrs. Fitzgerald.
- He's been in there a long time.

Yes.

Madam, I do know that you're
a doctor, but I do hope

that you understand my
husband and my position.

No, I do not. But I'm abiding by it.

Is it normal that he would
be in there for so long?

Doctor Dixon is an able surgeon,

I'm sure he's just
taking the time he needs.

You lied to me.

- I did not.
- You knew bloody well who Carl Landers was.

- He was a dockworker.
- No, he was a Pinkerton detective.

- Ex.
- Mr. Vance is doing nothing more

- than protecting his interests.
- If I could trust the police, on this,

I wouldn't be digging into my own
pockets to hire the Pinkertons.

- So you don't deny it?
- No.

I'm well within my rights
to hire private security.

- And is that all it is?
- Of course.

Then why was a Pinkerton
detective carrying a union card?

I don't have to answer that.

I have a good mind to throw
the pair of you in jail.

- For what?
- Lying to the police!

I'd like to see you prove
that. Now if you'll excuse us...

- I'm not finished!
- We are.

We have to prepare for a meeting
with the Mayor in the morning.

It is quite the endeavour trying
to find people to do your job.

Good day.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fitzgerald, can
I get you a cup of tea?

Thank you, I...

What's going on?

- Mrs. Fitzgerald...
- Samuel!

Mrs. Fitzgerald, do not go in...

- Oh, my God!
- No, Mrs...

Samuel!

Let go of me! My God! My God!

Higgins.

You look like I feel.

Listen, you didn't happen
to see a black chap,

moustache, extremely fleet
of foot pass by here, did you?

I did not.

- Not again?
- All right, don't gloat.

What are you doing out here?

Contemplating my
retirement from the force.

- You can't be serious.
- I've been offered a job, George.

It's not permanent, but
it could be my new calling.

It suits my natural abilities.

- Oh, and they are?
- Causing trouble.

Not sure that's the same as
being the cause of trouble.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

- It pays well.
- What's the job?

Someone wants me to
infiltrate the stevedore union,

stir up trouble that
they'll be blamed for.

Look, I've already
got a union card. Haha!

Higgins, come with me.

His name is Quinn, sir.

And where's this trouble to take place?

Mr. Vance has a meeting
with the Mayor tomorrow.

- Where?
- The harbourmaster's office down by the docks.

We're to create a disturbance,
make the union look bad.

This could be the same sort of thing
that Mr. Landers was involved in.

Right. The stevedore we
spoke to said as much.

Have you found Mr. Parker yet?

- I did see him, sir.
- Oh?

- Unfortunately, he also saw me.
- Excuse me,

are you talking about
Carl Landers, the dead man?

Yes.

And do you think this is why he's dead?

It's possible he was
discovered to be an imposter.

And he was killed for it?!

Mhm.

Oh, well, I suppose I like
being a constable well enough.

No, I need you to stay on board, Henry.

- Sir?
- You're our man on the inside.

I need to find out who your
boss is and who he works for.

Excellent choice, sir. Don't you know?

Causing trouble is one of
Henry's natural abilities.

Sir, Mr. Quinn is the
one Parker had a hold of

after Landers was killed.

You mean the one that ran away from you?

No need to remind me, sir.

Well, it's all up to Henry now.

- Sir.
- Yes, I realize what I've just said.

- George, about Mr. Parker...
- I'm sorry he got away, sir.

No. There seems to be more
to him than meets the eye.

The Pinkertons were not very forthcoming

about the events of Homestead.

Mr. Parker, on the other hand.

I reviewed my photographs of his notes.

He has witness accounts,

- details about the shootings.
- Why was he so interested?

One of the men that was
killed was a Pinkerton agent.

His name was Daniel Parker.

- A relative?
- Stands to reason.

- So both Quinn and Landers were at Homestead.
- And Mr. Parker.

It seems whatever events
transpired at Homestead

are being settled here.

- He died in surgery?
- Yes.

His wife has demanded a full report.

No, I did not perform the operation.

- That's a relief. I'll make it my first priority.
- Thank you.

Would you care to assist?
For old times' sake.

I'm not sure the hospital would want

a staff member involved in
a coroner's investigation.

I very much doubt that anyone would
question your honesty, Dr. Ogden.

Thank you, Miss Hart, but I best not.

We need to bring this
Quinn fellow in right now.

Sir, it's unlikely
Quinn is working alone,

and we have no evidence to
connect him to the murder.

He was running away from a murder scene.

According to a witness we
have no reason to believe.

If Henry is right, Quinn will be
committing a crime soon enough.

At the meeting between
Mr. Vance and the Mayor.

Good. We'll wait and arrest him then.

- We should have constables on the scene.
- We shall not.

Where's your thinking, Crabtree?

This demonstration has to take place.

Quinn and whoever's working with
him need to be caught in the act.

Sir, when this happened at
Homestead, nine lives were lost.

The difference between
this and Homestead

is that we're prepared
and we know what's coming.

That's no guarantee that
someone won't get hurt.

We shall have constables
in place but out of sight.

I'll be attending this damn meeting
between Mr. Vance and the Mayor.

Anyone starts acting up, they
should be placed under arrest.

Sir, if I may, you seem to be
taking this rather personally.

I've been insulted, Murdoch.

The competence of this police
force has been called into question.

You're damn right I'm
taking this personally.

I see you've made the place your own.

- I hope that's all right.
- Yes, of course. You should.

Well?

Well, the patient suffered
from a number of maladies,

extreme hypertension:
it wasn't noted on his chart;

and none of his major
organs were in tip-top shape.

Yes, but none of those
conditions would cause him to...

die on the operating table.

No, but they could have contributed
significantly to his death,

if you wanted them to.

Miss Hart?

The patient died because the
attending surgeon nicked the aorta.

And the bleeding was rapid,
uncontrollable and ultimately fatal.

- The surgeon made a mistake.
- I'd say.

But what I'm also saying is,

given the patient's medical history,

he had a very low chance
of surviving the surgery.

If the report was
weighted in that direction.

Exactly.

It was a surgical mistake;
everybody makes them.

Then write it up as such, Miss Hart.

I'm sure Doctor Dixon can take it.

Hmm. As you like.

So, it's time to stop
talking and start doing.

We don't need to stir up trouble.

Vance has got the Mayor
down at the docks right now,

your territory, your workplace,

telling him what a bunch
of layabouts you are.

We should be down there
showing him that we're not!

And that we're not
gonna be pushed around!

- I don't need to get fired!
- Then don't come.

Go hide in your hole
like a little mouse!

We're going to tell the Mayor,

Vance, and the whole damn city
that we deserve a living wage!

- Yeah!
- Hell, we deserve more than that! Come on!

Come on, yeah!

We'll show him!

- Let's go, lads!
- Incoming!

So, it was my fault.

It was a mistake anyone could have made.

"Anyone" didn't make it, I made it.

You should have handled that operation.

- I may have ended up with the same result.
- If I had just done my job...

- Mistakes happen.
- Yes.

And mine cost a man his life.

Stay out of sight.

If there's trouble, these are
the men I want apprehended.

George, you'll man the callbox.

If you get the call from the
Inspector, signal the rest.

Do not engage the
protesters until necessary.

And, sir, this would all come to an end

if the police would simply do
their jobs and arrest the workers

- who won't do theirs.
- They are hardly striking, Mr. Vance.

- They as much as are.
- Goods aren't moving.

Produce is rotting on the
docks. It's intolerable.

We had less than seven ships
leave port the last three days.

This situation is
crippling the city, sir.

Inspector Brackenreid?

I can't arrest the
men without cause, sir,

- even if I would like to.
- There is plenty of cause!

The harbour is grinding to a halt!

- And they have done nothing illegal.
- Sir, this is your city.

I understand and I'm managing
it to the best of my ability.

Oh, good God!

Sit down! The lot of you!
Mr. Mayor, come with me!

Is that cause, Inspector Brackenreid?

You could say that.

Sir, understood.

All right then, lads. Here we are.

What did I tell you?
Nothing but animals.

Higgins, put that down!
You're on our side now.

That's right, point out the ringleaders.

Those two.

Constables? You, you,
arrest the pair of them.

The rest of you, get in there
and start cracking heads!

Move sharpish! Come on!

Sir, look!

Hey! You there!

- Come on, Higgins!
- Let him go!

Parker! Stop.

- Is that your boss?
- Yes, sir.

Seems to me you won't be
collecting your paycheque

any time soon, Higgins.

We found Mr. Quinn dead on the ground.

- And Mr. Parker?
- I saw him, I gave chase.

He just approached Quinn's
body, he saw me and ran off.

Perhaps he shot him from a distance

and was checking to see if he was dead.

No. Mr. Quinn was killed with
the same weapon as Mr. Landers.

And it was done at very close range.

Did anyone see Mr. Parker near
Mr. Quinn prior to his death?

No, sir.

So Mr. Parker was in the proximity

of two dead Pinkerton agents
but may not have killed them?

Seems to be the case.

Well then, it appears we
have a killer on the loose

and we're not the only
ones looking for him.

- Two dead men.
- And both in your employ it seems.

One of those unionists knew
who they were and killed them.

- Do you have a suspect?
- Not yet.

What about the black fella?
I saw him near Mr. Quinn.

We still haven't found him,
but I don't believe he did it.

Well, you've been wrong
about everything so far,

so you'll excuse me if I don't
find that terribly reassuring.

- Yes, ma'am?
- Can you walk with me?

Is this the man you're looking for?

Indeed it is. Well done, Miss Hart.

I found him riffling through
the victim's clothing.

- Mr. Quinn's?
- No. Mr. Landers.

Perhaps it's time we have an
honest conversation, Mr. Parker.

Hmm...

That's it.

Mr. Landers agreed to give
that to me before he was killed.

Any idea who killed him?

No, but I believe Quinn knew.

Mr. Landers had agreed to speak to me

before he was murdered.
And that's why he's dead.

- Why did you not tell us any of this?
- You're the police!

Besides, it was my business, not yours.

Two men are now dead in my
city because of your business.

- Ah!
- Just wait.

Just give me that and
let me be on my way.

"Daniel Parker."

Any relation?

Mr. Parker?

He was my brother.

"Upon my order, you are to
shoot Agent Daniel Parker."

Bloody Pinkertons
shot one of their own?!

Why would they do that?

The strike at Homestead
was at a stalemate.

Well, more than a stalemate.

Sympathies were on the
side of the steel workers.

Carnegie and the rest
couldn't have that.

They ordered the Pinkertons
to engage the steel workers

and force them to their knees.

And since they couldn't back down,

they shot one of their own.

- Which allowed the Pinkertons to return fire.
- Exactly.

The workers fired first,
so they were fair game.

But I never believed the
accounts of my brother's death.

- Why?
- I'm a Pinkerton myself now.

Spent a long time looking into this.

It had been a peaceful protest,

no signs of violence until
the Pinkertons created it.

Why did Mr. Landers wait
so many years to tell you?

Why does a man do anything?

He may have known I was on to him.

His conscience may have bothered him.

But he had contacted me,

offered me that letter you're holding.

- And that's why he was killed?
- Yeah.

So both Mr. Quinn and
Mr. Landers were involved

- in your brother's death?
- More than involved.

One of them fired the shot
that killed my brother.

Who gave the order?

Agent Lionel Armstrong, sir.

The man now working for Mr. Vance.

- Bring him in, Murdoch.
- Let me come with you!

- No!
- Please!

He had my brother killed.

I've spent the last ten
years searching for him.

I need to see him caught. Please!

He's to be taken peacefully.

- Of course.
- I have your word?

Yes.

- You're leaving?
- I don't know. Possibly.

You're allowed to feel
sorry for yourself,

but you're not allowed to give up!

This is more than just
feeling sorry for myself.

No, I know it is.

You should have been the one to do it.

Not me.

Oh, Andrew...

this will happen for all of us.

Wait, wait!

George. There he is.

- Let's just get to the bottom of this.
- Sir.

- Parker, sir.
- We'll deal with him later!

- Where's Armstrong?
- He ran out that way.

- Parker!
- He was getting away.

- Mr. Armstrong, are you hurt?
- Of course he isn't.

I was just telling you where he is.

Tell them what you told me.

TELL THEM!

- Parker...
- No. Tell them!

I gave the order to
execute Daniel Parker.

You can take him away now.

Ugh!

At least, I got the right one this time.

We're not sending Mr.
Armstrong to the United States.

Authorities in Pennsylvania
consider his actions ancient history.

He's staying here.

And Mr. Parker?

I see no reason to charge him.

- Very good.
- You agree?

I do.

And, sir, with your
permission, I have a thought...

We won't be charging you with anything.

Thanks for that.

- How many years were you with the Pinkertons?
- Seven.

All that ended yesterday?

They terminated my employ.

I guess that's what
happens when you impugn

the reputation of a senior man.

Even if that senior man was a murderer.

Didn't seem to make
much difference to them.

It does to me. He'll be
facing charges here in Canada

for both of the murders
he was involved in.

Oh, that's good.

What becomes of you?

Go along, get along.

Find something to do with my life.

- You don't seem to be the type.
- Oh yeah?

And what type am I?

You believe in justice.

You know what's right, what's wrong.

Yeah, I think I do.

Would you consider employment here?

- You're kidding?
- No.

Toronto Police are gonna
hire a black man as a copper?

They are not. I am.

I've spoken with my inspector,

and how does Special
Constable Robert Parker sound?

Sounds like a made-up
title for a made-up job.

Ha!

It's not.

Seven years as a Pinkerton detective,

you've participated in
23 major investigations.

Well, ancient history.

Well, recent history suggests
you have what it takes.

We could use a man like you.

- I get a gun?
- No.

I get a badge?

So what do I get for all this?

A chance to draw a regular paycheque

and to put criminals behind bars.

Criminals like the ones
who killed your brother.

I'll only be asking once.

Are you in?

William.

Yes?

There's something I need to tell you.

Of course.

It's about Doctor Dixon.

I see.

He made a mistake while
performing surgery,

and Miss Hart offered to cover it up.

I think she was doing it as a friend.

A friend?

Are you going to report her?

I have no proof other than
my recounting of the event.

Of course not.

But I think you're right, William.

She's not one to be trusted.

Is there something else?

No.

No, that was it.

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