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Sir? This chap was walking his
dog when he discovered the body.

He's had quite a shock.

Understandably. And the body
wasn't disturbed in any way?

No, sir. It was found where it lies.

Or where it is, I suppose.

His head, sir. It's...

Rotated. 180 degrees.

The sheer force required
to do something inhuman. Yes, George.

That thought had crossed my mind.

You serious, Murdoch?
A soldier's head back to front?

A rather disquieting sight, sir.

And the body tossed up into a tree?

So it would appear, yes.

Bloody hell! That's pure dead weight,
to be thrown around like a rag doll.

Sir, the circumstances would suggest
that the killer is highly determined.

Highly determined?
A deranged ape is what he is.

And what in the hell was a soldier doing
running around out there to begin with?

I've contacted the armoury, sir.

Perhaps the military's representative
will have an explanation.

He's due at the morgue shortly.

Just mind that you
stand your ground.

I'm sorry, sir? Well, in my experience,
the military takes care of its own.

They won't enjoy the constabulary
looking into their business.

I see. I'll proceed with respect
and authority of law.

Authority first, Murdoch.
And respect will follow.

Death was instantaneous.
The victim's third, fourth,

and fifth cervical vertebrae were
shattered, transecting spinal column.

Yes, I believe the term is
death by spinal shock. Oh!

Been to the library again, have you?

Anyway, key items of interest
are multiple broken ribs,

shattered femur, ruptured spleen.

But there's no bruising.

Meaning that the victim was
severely beaten after he was dead.

Rage, suggesting a personal aspect.

I remember a case in London where a
group of hooligans beat a young lad

for a full half hour
after he'd succumbed.

Just for the fun of it.

Point taken. But you
didn't mention these bruises

on the upper arm and torso.

They have yellowed.

Clearly, the victim endured a
beating previous to last night.

Important information, doctor.

Do you have any other observations,

or shall I continue
with my own examination?

Colonel Heywood.
Of the Queen's Canadian Rifles.

What is this?

A bloody reception hall?

Detective William Murdoch.

This is our pathologist, Dr Francis.

Fine. May I?
Yes, of course.

He's one of our own.
Corporal Joseph Fryer.

My condolences. You weren't specific
over the telephone, Detective.

Was it a fall, then? An accident?

No, sir. He was murdered.

I want the body released to the
armoury immediately, Detective. Oh.

Dr Henderson, our Medical Officer,
will perform our own post-mortem,

while you hunt down the killer.

I don't wish to offend you,
Dr Francis.

Oh, I bet you don't.

Begging your pardon, Colonel, but...

- I'll be deciding when the body is to be released.
- Detective Murdoch...

It would be most helpful if you could explain
Corporal Fryer's presence in the woods last night.

I'm sure it would be helpful,
if I knew.

I take that to mean your man
was absent without leave?

I'll have to refer you to his
commanding officer,

Major Gregory Cole
of the British 191st Fusiliers.

He's here on loan to
train some of our men.

Now, if that is all?

Yes, sir. That is all.

Made another friend there,
have you?

Excuse me?
I'm looking for Major Cole?

On guard! Charge!

On guard. Charge!

On guard. Charge!

Get stuck in there.

Group one, on guard! Charge!

Group two, on guard, charge!

Section stand down.

State your business, sir.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

I'm here to investigate the death
of Corporal Joseph Fryer.

Yes, Detective. This way, please.

We were devastated when
Colonel Heywood broke the news.

Corporal Fryer was well liked.

And as promising a soldier as
I've had the pleasure to train.

Do you know of anyone who
may have wished him harm?

Nobody that I'm aware of, Detective.

Certainly not amongst my men.

This team is a close-knit group.

All for one, as it were.

I see. Feel free to ask the men
any questions about the Corporal.

They want nothing more
than his killer brought to justice.

As do I. Very good.

Thank you, Major.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Corporal Ned Young, sir.
Corporal Raymond Tennant, sir.

Detective William Murdoch.

Were both of you gentlemen in the
barracks last night? Yes, sir.

I have the bunk above Fryer's,
and Corporal Young the one adjacent.

When did you become aware that Corporal
Fryer was no longer in the armoury?

Right before roll call
this morning, at five?

All the other lads were
surprised to see him gone, too.

I thought maybe he
went on a midnight prowl.

Cynthia is her name.

I highly doubt Corporal Fryer
rendezvoused with his sweetheart

armed with his Lee Enfield rifle.

I can see your point, sir.
We want whoever did this

hanging from a rope. Yes, well.

Do either of you recall
this Cynthia's last name?

You're certain it's him?

Unfortunately yes, Miss Fletcher.

Well, if Joseph was out
wondering late, it wasn't to see me.

Whoever she is,
I don't know her name.

I can assure you Corporal Fryer
was not pursuing amorous activity.

Cold comfort, I'm sure.
In any case, here I am.

25, three months of courtship wasted.

And in your time together, how would
you describe your relationship?

When we first met he was all things.

Charming, confident and very...

energetic. Had that changed?

Well, lately I did notice
Joseph was having his moods.

He wouldn't talk about it,
but something was bothering him.

Can you hazard a guess as
to what that may have been?

No.

Right. Had he been quarrelling
with anyone as of late?

There was one night last week.

Joseph was on leave,
he came by for a...

visit. He'd been in a fight. He was
full of curses for a man named...

Lawton, I believe.

Joseph's lip was
bleeding on my floor,

I sent him away promptly.
Naturally.

And did he mention where
he had been that evening?

He was in his cups -
the Raven and Flag.

Will this take long, Detective?

I have thirsty patrons
needing eye-openers.

Please, have a seat, Mr Skinner.

I understand a Joseph Fryer
frequented your establishment?

Yes, he was a regular,
until a few weeks ago.

Yet someone told me that he had an
altercation there

with one of your patrons
just a short while ago?

A man named Lawton? Not at
the Raven and Flag, he didn't.

And I have never heard of
a man named Lawton before.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

Pardon me, Mr Skinner.

WHISPERING

Thank you.

Are you sure Mr Fryer
didn't participate

in any fights
at your establishment?

Specifically in the back room?

The back room? Yes.

My constables discovered
a boxing venue there,

as well as these.

Teeth? So what?

You shutting me down?

Tell me what I want to know
about Fryer, and we'll see.

Yeah, he fought there.
He was a damn fine pugilist, too.

For a while, he was winning
all the bloody time.

What about Mr Lawton?
Tell me what you know about him?

I honestly never heard of
that man before. I swear it.

And it has been a few weeks
since anybody's seen Fryer.

Most likely due to the fact that he
lost every fight in the past month.

Perhaps he was
wagering against himself?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

He just couldn't fight.

It was almost like he
was dead punch drunk.

So, a brawling soldier on a winning
streak, suddenly goes soft and moody.

Someone named Lawton gave him a bloody lip last
week, but you don't know where that took place.

No one knows why Fryer went AWOL, and not a
single murder suspect stinking up my jail cells.

I miss anything, Murdoch?

Sir, the humiliation of
losing could be motive.

Fryer had been winning most of
his matches for quite some time.

Perhaps one of his opponents was
getting even. Getting even?

You break a fella's nose, Murdoch, you don't nearly
tear a man's head right off and hang him in a tree.

Yes. Somewhat of a stretch,
as you might say, sir.

If Joseph Fryer had been
involved in illegal prize fighting,

perhaps he was also active
in other unsavoury endeavours?

Sirs, pardon the interruption.
Yes, George?

We have another body off Lennox St.

It's certainly connected
to the Joseph Fryer case.

Sir, this can't be a coincidence.

This is Corporal Ned Young, George.

I interviewed him this morning.

Knife wound to the spine.

His jaw appears to be broken.

Post mortem, I'd suspect.

What can it all mean, sir?

Perhaps the question is, what do
Corporals Young and Fryer have in common?

We know they resided in the same
barracks, and were part of the same squad.

A squad that, for some unknown reason,
has become someone's target of choice.

Fryer, and now Young.

They were like blood brothers.

Terribly sorry, Major Cole.

If I may, what was Corporal Young
doing away from the armoury today?

He was upset
over Corporal Fryer's death.

I gave him leave for the
afternoon to contend with his grief.

Of course. May I have a duplicate
of your squad's service records?

Of course, Detective.
Whatever you need.

Thank you. Are you at all
familiar with a man named Lawton?

Lawton?

I don't believe so. I see.

Major, I strongly suggest you put the rest of your
squad on alert, and possibly even confine them.

I've already issued that alert,
as per Major Cole's orders.

Please forgive my incomplete knowledge of military
standings, but doesn't Colonel out-rank Major?

Major Cole is an honoured British
adviser, a veteran of the Transvaal

Boer War, and the Battle
of Tel el-Kebir in Egypt.

His experience is invaluable
to the training of our men.

And we are most grateful. Very well.

Thank you, gentlemen.

That Colonel Heywood
seems quite the horse's a...

Thank you, George.

Once Major Cole supplies the
information, please look into

the civilian background of
every soldier in this squad.

Sir. Will do.

Two dead soldiers
from the same squad.

Any theories, Murdoch?

Past indiscretions, perhaps?

Both Corporals Young and Fryer
had previous criminal backgrounds.

Receiving stolen goods,
selling stolen goods,

as well as assault convictions.

In fact, of the seven men in
Major Cole's squad,

five of them
had criminal backgrounds.

Back in '79, most every man in
my Afghan contingent

had been thieves or vagabonds
at some point.

The army's the last bastion for some.

And you, sir?

Well, I made it into
the Constabulary, didn't I?

Yes, I'm well aware of the
thorough screening process.

Excuse me, sirs.
What have you, George?

An interesting turn, I would say.

I looked into Joseph Fryer's estate.

I found that he and Corporal Young,
and the other members of the squad,

are engaged in a binding legal pact,
payable upon their deaths.

You mean a tontine.
Yes, exactly, sir.

A tontine is a kind of
group insurance policy.

Everyone pays in, last surviving member
inherits the whole kit and caboodle.

Well then. Perhaps one of the
soldiers in this tontine

is trying to cash in prematurely.

Corporal Tennant,
I understand your squad

entered into a tontine
agreement three months ago?

Yes, sir. We hired a lawyer
to make it fair and legal.

And what inspired you to enter
into this agreement? -Inspired?

We don't need inspiration,
we're combat soldiers.

But your squad hadn't seen combat prior to
entering into the tontine, and it still hasn't.

To my knowledge, Canada has
yet to engage in any war.

War is brewing everywhere,
pretty well all the time, sir.

We stand ready to
defend the British Empire.

That means we could
be into it tomorrow.

Are you feeling anxious, Corporal?
Yes, sir.

Bit on edge, which is
understandable, given these murders.

Indeed.

I'll need to see a copy
of this tontine agreement.

That is unless, of course,
you have any objections?

None that I can think of.

Matthew Larson?

He was full of curses for a
man named... Lawton, I believe.

Good work today, men.
Now you're looking like soldiers.

Squad, dis-missed!

Thank you, Tom.

Detective Murdoch.

Have you made any progress
with your investigation?

Why did you leave Corporal Matthew
Larson's name off your squad list?

Well it's quite simple, Detective.

You requested a list of
the men under my command.

Mr Larson was discharged long ago.

And why was he discharged?

I'm instructing the men
in anti-guerrilla warfare.

A Dutch concept, known as Commando.

It's light infantry, with
emphasis on reconnaissance,

camouflage and marksmanship.

The nature of war is changing,
Detective. Our soldiers must adapt.

Mr Larson wasn't up to the challenge.

I see. Where might I find him now?

His exact whereabouts, I'm not sure.

But I do know he was a local boy.

Mr Larson, please,
help me find your son.

It could be he had
nothing to do with this.

But if he did,

I need to find him, and stop him
before any more harm can be done.

You know, Matthew
was a good farm boy.

But not soldier material.

Not enough...
self-control, discipline.

Do you have a photograph of him?

Yes, yes.
It's right in that drawer there.

That would be him in the
back there, second from

the right.
These are baobab trees? Mm, yes.

It was taken four or five months ago,
on a training mission to Africa.

He said he was going to go out there
and prove he could handle himself.

Of course he couldn't.

I suppose when you don't live up to your
own expectations, it'll take its toll.

He come back, he was all
hot-tempered, and...

haunted, I suppose you'd say.

Haunted? How do you mean?

The boy who went out there, he was
full of pride. He comes back,

just hating himself.

You know, I should have held
on to the family farm, it would

have been something for
Matthew to settle down on.

But I didn't, so...

well, now that old farmhouse is
just ruined, it's

sitting out there at
the edge of the city.

Higgins, Guthrie, this way.

George.

Is that Larson?

Corporal Tennant.

Keep your eyes open, George.

Stop!

No, George.
Fan out along the tree line.

I want him alive.
Yes, sir.

And then, like a jack-in-the-box from hell,
out pops Larson, screaming bloody murder.

Face sickly,
covered in lesions, like...

like the sixth plague of Egypt.

I beg your pardon?
Yes, sir. The sixth plague of Egypt.

I've been researching it for my
murder mystery. The plague of boils.

That's what Larson's face was like.

Terrible condition. Very contagious.

In fact...

The constable's somewhat dramatic
account is essentially accurate.

Larson seemed crazed and
very much in ill-health. Ill-health?

But still fit enough to kill Corporal
Tennant, and to make his escape.

True, sir. But one puzzling thing.

He broke off the attack, sir.

He looked right at me,
and then suddenly seemed surprised.

I got the impression that he
initially thought I was someone else.

So he's crazed, but not crazy enough
to kill just anyone. Except soldiers?

Sir, may I suggest that we
post men at his father's house?

In case Larson seeks refuge there.

George?

Sir, I'll see to it. Thank you.

Higgins!

And what about the military? A lot of
good they've done in all this mess.

Well, sir. Major Cole has been
co-operative, but as I'm finding out,

not particularly
forthcoming with details.

For starters, what the bloody hell was
Corporal Tennant doing at the Larson farm?

Corporal Tennant
disobeyed a direct order.

The squad was confined
to the armoury last night.

But it seems Corporal Tennant decided
to take matters into his own hands.

Perhaps the man in your squad aren't
"all for one", as you previously thought?

Now why would that be?

All I know is,
I've lost another man.

And Larson is free to kill again.

Are you sure it's not time to allow the
military to assume control of the investigation?

I'm quite sure.

And if it were your men
dropping like flies?

I will bring Larson to justice,
you can rest assured of that.

As you wish.

Larson was visibly ill
when I encountered him.

He seemed crazed.

There's something you
should see, Detective.

What are they suffering from?

Dr Henderson hasn't
determined that yet.

Perhaps it's some sort of foreign disease,
something they contracted in Africa?

Pardon me, Detective?

Major, I've seen photographic proof
that Matthew Larson and other

soldiers under your command
spent time in Africa.

Now, if you would prefer that I
discuss this with Colonel Heywood?

He knows full well
my men were in Africa,

but I ask that you not speak of this
to anyone outside of the armoury.

Those details are restricted.

Your men were on training
manoeuvres in Africa?

Four months ago, in February.

For a three-week period
in the Transvaal region.

Political powder keg. From what I understand,
another potential Boer war? I hope not.

But, as I said, my squad were
there for training purposes and,

with the exception of Mr Larson,
my team performed remarkably well.

Well, again, I ask you, sir,
what are they suffering from?

African trypanosomiasis.

I'm sorry, could you repeat that?

African trypanosomiasis, or,
to the common man, sleeping sickness.

There was an outbreak in the
Congo about two years ago.

Since then, thousands have died
throughout the dark continent.

The disease is spread by
the bite of the tsetse fly.

And what are the chances of several soldiers in the
same squad getting this disease? Very good, actually.

If they were all in Africa.

Is that everything?

No. Doctor, might you enlighten me with the
common symptoms of this sleeping sickness?

Fever, headache, death.

Now that's a symptom
you don't want to ignore.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh, pleasure.
Oh, just a second, Murdoch.

Let's have a look.

Thrombophlebitis.

Torticollis.

Trypanosomiasis, here we are.
African.

"Symptoms are swollen lymph nodes,
joint pain, itchiness, confusion.

"If left untreated, neurological
damage, dementia and death. "

Let's not forget about death.

Yes, death. Nothing about crazed
aggression, facial lesions?

No.

Nothing about that.

Wait a minute.

When did you say these men
returned from their African campaign?

Several months ago.

But... the entire life cycle
of this disease is three weeks.

Well, then it impossible for the soldiers I
saw are afflicted with this particular disease.

Something else must be at play.

You know, it's just stunning,
this detecting mind of yours.

Sir? What the hell do you want?

Sir, we have a problem
with the Larson residence.

What the bloody hell
is this all about?

Inspector Brackenweed,
Colonel Heywood.

I'm posting these men with orders to place
Matthew Larson under military arrest on site.

Are you now, Colonel? Funny, that.

Because wherever
Mr Larson is captured,

he needs to be taken into the
custody of the Toronto Constabulary.

Under the terms of confederation, the Canadian
military has the right to issue control of...

You're not listening to me,
sunshine.

The second you step out
of the armoury,

you lose all jurisdictional control.

And, I'll read you the Federal
Militia Act if I bloody well have to.

I don't want anyone to be lurking
around here waiting to shoot my son.

That's not going to
happen, Mr Larson.

Gentlemen,
may I suggest a compromise?

Constable Higgins will remain here
well as one of your soldiers.

Equal representation
from both sides.

Best accept it, Colonel.

I'd rather not arrest you for
obstructing a police investigation.

You're to report in each hour.

And you, Higgins, every half hour.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Wesley?

Right, fun's over. What's next?

Sir, I'm going to
return to the Infirmary.

Either Dr Henderson has misdiagnosed
what's ailing these men, or there's

a concerted effort
to keep us from the truth.

Very good, Murdoch.

I think it's time you considered
wearing spectacles, Detective.

Forgive me for the
intrusion, Doctor.

I'm really checking in on the
condition of your patients.

They're under quarantine.
You'll have to leave.

They have an infectious disease!

Then perhaps you should consider
wearing a mask, Dr Henderson.

Sorry to disturb you, soldier.

I wonder if I could
ask you a few questions.

Yeah.

Why has Matthew Larson
turned against your unit?

Can you tell me why
he was discharged?

Larson discharged himself.

He wasn't up for it.
He couldn't cope.

Does it have to do with the training
in Africa? Yeah.

What happened in Africa?

Detective Murdoch.

You'll leave the
premises immediately.

Of your own accord, or by force.

Thank you for your time, Corporal.

I hope you have a speedy recovery.

I completed a post mortem
analysis of all three soldiers.

Curiously, each of them suffered kidney
damage, but I've been unable to find the cause.

It's not like anything
I've seen before.

And we know they weren't
suffering from sleeping sickness?

And the same can be said for the
soldiers in the, amoury's infirmary?

Well, they could be ill with some
unknown infectious disease.

You could have raised that
point earlier, Doctor.

Yes, I suppose I could have.

Now, you might want to
take note of Corporal Young here.

I'd assumed his injuries were
from a beating, but if I'd just

peel this back here,

you can see that a portion
of his liver has been compressed

through the upper ribs.

Now, that is consistent with
a fall from some height.

A fall?

Yes. I'm all but certain
that's what I just said.

This is where Corporal
Young's body was found.

The impact was on the front,
right side of his body,

meaning he fell forward from...

Sir, it looks like Corporal Young had
something of a sniper's nest made up.

I wonder what he
was hoping to shoot.

George.

I believe Corporal Larson was not
the hunter, but the hunted.

I don't know about that, sir.
We have three dead soldiers.

Yes, but perhaps he knew
they were tracking him.

And got to them first.

You think they were trying to kill one
of their own? Why would they do that?

And why would Young set up here? How would he know
that Larson would be anywhere near this area of town?

I don't know, George.

Obviously forced entry, sir.

Larson, perhaps? Sssh.

Dr Henderson.

Good afternoon.

I'd say it's time you
answered a few questions.

Dr Henderson, what's the
purpose of this labatory?

I use it to store supplies.

And run medical tests.

There's no room for a proper
laboratory at the armoury.

A proper doctor?
This place seems to be in shambles.

Ah, yes. I was just straightening up
so I could resume my attempt to find

a cure for whatever disease
is afflicting our soldiers.

But you've already diagnosed it
as sleeping sickness.

That was a preliminary diagnosis.

I wanted to be sure.

Doctor, we both know that none of
what you are telling me is true.

Believe what you like, Detective.

Matthew Larson broke in here yesterday
and caused all this mess, didn't he?

Now, what was he looking for?

I heard you
told the major Larson is very ill.

Larson knows where my laboratory is
located so I assumed he was looking

for a cure for his illness.
Whatever that may be.

If I may say, sir, it seemed that you were in
quite a hurry to pack up the place just now.

Am I free to go?

You, sir, are free to come down to the
station house for further questioning.

He seems to be creating some
sort of medicinal compound.

There's something so
familiar about these materials.

You know, the diluted
acid, synthesised alkaloids,

and this dried ephedra plant.

Ephedra.

Ephedra. Ephedra.

Ephedrine?

I read an article about the
Japanese chemist in Tokyo.

Nagai Nagayoshi?

Yes. In 1893 he used the ephedra
plant to produce ephedrine.

He synthasised that into what he
dubbed methamphetamine,

a potent stimulant, heightening
alertness, energy and aggression.

Noted side-effects of memory
loss, seizures... and kidney damage.

And would you say that if taken
in high enough doses can a this

methamphetamine could cause deranged
behaviour? And skin lesions?

Deranged behaviour, certainly.

Although, you know, I've heard that
a laboratory animals given long-term

doses of stimilants do begin to pick
and tear at their skin.

And were the skin tears to become infected, they
would have the appearance of sores and legions.

I believe we're on to Dr Henderson's
dirty little deeds.

Yes, each soldier under Major Cole's
command was injected with methamphetamine.

I prescribed a conservative daily
dosage which proved quite successful.

Alertness and stamina
increased dramatically.

Until you discovered the
side-effects. Is that correct?

I confess the drug
creates strong dependency.

Which would explain why Matthew
Larson broke into your labatory.

He was desperate for
more methamphetamine.

There wasn't much there, but he did
find some. Detective, believe me.

Once I established Mr Larson was
acting negatively to his treatment,

the military acted responsibly
and terminated the project.

Who gave that order?

Major Cole.

So the soldiers in your infirmary aren't
suffering from some infectious disease?

They're going through withdrawal?

Psychomotor stimulant
withdrawal, to be precise.

Yes, let's be precise.

Just when did you begin to
administer methamphetamine?

Was it before or after Africa?

I'm not at liberty to discuss that.

It doesn't make sense to me.

Why give soldiers drugs and
risk impairing their judgment?

My time in Afghanistan taught me that fighting
spirit was near the bottom of the bottle.

Alcohol could ease the anxiety of
charging into a hail of bullets,

but it would be far better to
heighten senses, not dampen them.

Methamphetamine could be very
beneficial on the battlefield.

Depending on the battle, a touch of
memory loss might not hurt either.

Yes, well, use of the drug could play a major role
in the future of warfare, for better or for worse.

Nevertheless, I want this Major
Cole brought in to explain himself.

Of course, sir. And what
about our fugitive, Mr Larson?

Running around somewhere mad on methamphetamine,
anyone who comes near him could be his next victim.

I don't think so, sir.

Larson could have killed me, but
he stopped himself.

And though I believe the use of
methamphetamine resulted in the

highly aggressive murders, I don't
think that's the whole story.

How so?

George, go to the library archives
and research any articles written on

South Africa, British and Canadian newspapers,
written in the last five months or so.

Yes, sir.

What are you thinking, Murdoch?

Well, sir, the men in Major Cole's squad
pursued Larson with murderous intent.

I believe as a result of
something that happened in Africa.

Something that caused his
comrades to turn against him.

And before I meet with Major Cole
again, I want to know what that was.

"British families
slaughtered in Carletonville.

"In the dead of night,
Boer militia set the

"houses aflame and shot done anyone
who tried to escape the inferno.

"No one was spared,
including women and children. "

Listen to this. "A Boer militia camp was wiped out
with what's been described as military precision.

"British High Command denies any of their combat
troops were within 200 miles of the incident. "

George, that's five days after the British
families were slaughtered in Carletonville.

Unofficial retaliation, perhaps?

Major Cole's squad.

It's possible, George.
They were at training in the area.

And these killings are
all so exceptionally brutal.

What is it now, Detective?

Major Cole, why did you not discharge
Corporal Larson sooner than you did?

Clearly he wasn't coping with
his dosage of methamphetamine.

Yes, I know about the drug.

Corporal Larson became a liability.

And perhaps I'll have to accept the
theoretical responsibility for that.

However, all military trials with
methamphetamine have been cancelled.

Major, am I to assume that your
experiments with these drugs

are news to Colonel Heywood?

No, Detective.

The Canadian military is in full
support of our British joint operations.

So you're aware that
Corporal Larson's

dependency on methamphetamine

is directly related to the
training missions in South Africa?

Detective Murdoch, you are reaching.

And this is why your men

were on methamphetamine.

Inciting them to savagely killed
Boer militia without question.

Yes, it's true your men were on a
training mission in South Africa.

But you took advantage of the
opportunity to launch an attack

on Boer militia at Krugersdorp.

Such is war.

But we are not at war
in South Africa.

Don't be naive! You don't
need an official declaration of war

to be engaged in one.

The Dutch provoked all of this.

So you admit that the massacre

was retaliation for the
events at Carletonville?

What would you have us do?

Stand idle while British innocents are
senselessly murdered and have no response?

I'm done here, Detective Murdoch.

Matters of the nation and
the Crown are beyond you.

Sir, I think we have a situation.

Higgins just telephoned from
the Larson residence. And...

At least, I think it was Higgins.

Clarify yourself, George. Sorry.

He only spoke a few words but he said something
about "he's here", and then the line went dead.

I called back several times.

Come.

Constable Higgins.

George.

Higgins! What happened?

I was hit from behind.

I heard Larson upstairs.

Detective! Detective.

Matthew came home.

He charged through the front door there, and
struck these two poor men. Then he just ran off.

Mr Larson,
these men were hit from behind.

Taken by surprise.

I suspect by you.

And I think I know why.

Matthew was here this afternoon
when we were all here, wasn't he?

COUGHING

Please, detective. Just leave
him be. Step inside, Mr Larson.

Please, just leave him be.

The fire.

They were burning.

Screaming.

SCREAMING AND GUNSHOTS

Gentlemen, we have him.

A guared failed to report in and now
I see why. Stand aside, detective.

We're taking Larsen into custody.

I won't allow that, Colonel.

Especially now that I know the
full extent of Major Cole's tactics.

There are children... burning.

Stand aside, Murdoch.

Not only are you guilty of
the killings in Krugersdorp,

but you ordered your squad to kill innocent
British men, women and children in Carletonville.

I said move! Major.

You sacrificed innocent
women and children

to bring on war, to give the
British licence to attack the Boers.

Surely you must be mistaken.

Corporal Larson,

what happened in Africa?

We killed our own.

Is this true, Major?

What did you tell the men?

Did they know they were
murdering British civilians?

Did you tell them?

Yes. I told them.

But only after my orders
were carried out.

Which is why your men obeyed your
orders to hunt down Mr Larson.

You and your squad couldn't
risk Larson exposing the truth

about your mission in Africa.

Those were once my men.

Good soldiers.

You've turned them into murderers.

Heywood, please.

You colonialists.

You don't understand what it
takes to preserve an empire.

The privileged lives you all lead.

They don't come without cost.

Or sacrifice.

Damn your blood.

Colonel, no.

Major Cole will face justice

in a military court in front of
his peers with you as a witness.

GUNSHOT

Sir.

According to the doctors at Toronto General
Hospital, Major Cole will survive. A telegram.

From the British Secretary of State for War,
claiming that Major Cole and his squad had gone rogue.

And that the Brits deny any involvement
in these "unfortunate affairs".

Surely they don't
expect us to believe that!

It's all bollocks. That bastard
Cole will merely slink off

with a dishonourable discharge and
probably a pension to go with it.

You know what happened to me the
first time I saw combat, Murdoch?

I fired over the heads of the enemy.

I couldn't bring myself
to shoot another man.

Mind you, the first shots
that whistled past my ears,

I tightened up my aim considerably.

Forcing men to kill, that's
for military's biggest battle.

No doubt Major Cole
was aware of that.

He knew that his untested men would
hesitate at killing in cold blood.

Methamphetamine
helped them overcome that.

At the cost of
losing their faculties.

When it became obvious that Corporal Larson couldn't
cope with what he'd done, Major Cole panicked

and increased his dose
of methamphetamine.

But it turned him into a madman.
A dangerous liability.

What's the prognosis for Larson?

He's been placed in permanent care.

But I'm told the brain damage
is too far along.

Thankfully the programme that
made him this way is no longer.

Don't kid yourself, Murdoch.

A second Boer War is on the horizon.

It's too profitable to avoid.

And the Canadian military will do anything
to prove their mettle alongside the Brits.

Another Cole will be along
to restart the programme.

Perhaps so, sir. And what will
become of Corporal Larson's father?

The old man took revenge
for what they did to his son.

If I was a judge,
I'd be thanking him.

But come the trial, he just might
be in need of a helpful witness.

Yes, sir. He might be at that.

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