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Right this way, sir.

Come on in.
Please, find your seats.

Constable Higgins.

What have you?

Well, the streetcar made it
a stop down the line

before the incident was noted, sir.

And as for the victim,
it's a real puzzle, sir. Indeed.

Doctor, I hear we have
something out of the ordinary.

A single gunshot wound to the torso.

I suspect it hit the heart.

Brazen, but hardly odd.

According to Constable Higgins,
no-one heard the shot.

Ah. Ah, indeed.

Perhaps he was shot elsewhere.

Given the severity of the wound,

he would have left an impressive
blood trail, and there's none. Hmm.

So if he was shot where he sits...

and no-one heard...

A stray bullet.

Some boys shooting at bottles.

Or some unrelated dispute?

A return railway ticket
from New York City.

Well, we've given him
quite the welcoming.

Something to write home about.

If you find anything
else out, Doctor.

As usual.

Henry, impound
this streetcar, please.

Yes, sir.

According his business card,

our victim is
a Wilbur Delory, Esquire,

539 Gilmour Street, New York.

Have George inquire with
the New York City Police, please.

Yes, sir. Oh, and, sir,

A few riders saw a man in a boater
hat board the car with Mr Delory, sir.

They were having a friendly
conversation. And where is this man?

He got off the car before it left the station.
I'm afraid no-one saw his face clearly.

Perhaps he was just
seeing Mr Delory on his way?

Interesting turn of phrase, Henry.

Henry, get this man's description,
such as it is, out on the wire

and have the men to canvas the area for
any reports of gunfire. Straightaway, sir.

Ah, sir. As per your request,

I've wired New York City Police about Mr
Delory's information. Very good, George.

Sir, there's a rather fetching lady
waiting for you in your office.

Oh? I'm not expecting anyone.
Who is she?

From the little we spoke,
I gather that you two are acquainted.

Who is she? Sir, I haven't
the foggiest. Thank you.

Anna Fulford. My goodness!
Hello, William.

What brings you to Toronto?

I'm on my way to Niagara Falls,

with my fiance.

Your fiance. Ah, congratulations.

William, he's vanished. Vanished?

I'm at my wits' end.

I think something terrible
must have happened.

What now?

We need to deal with this
in an orderly fashion.

Crabtree! Get here.

Sir, it seems there has been a rash
of petty crimes in their neighbourhood.

Pickpocketing, laundry stolen off clothes lines,
missing chickens. Chickens? I have a theory.

Make it quick.

A gypsy caravan has just
set up camp down by the river.

Gypsies? Bloody thieves.

Well, sir, the gypsy concept of ownership is
different from ours, Well, sort it out. Sir, I will.

Where will you be? My office.

My campaign manager is stopping by.

Oh.

It'll be quieter in here.

I'm sorry to bother you, William.

I couldn't think what else to do.

It's quite all right. I would have been
upset if you hadn't come to me, Anna.

Please, tell me what happened.

Joe left our hotel at about
seven o'clock last night

to look for a tobacconist.

We were supposed to meet for dinner in the
hotel at half-past and he never arrived.

He literally went out for tobacco
and never came back!

Forgive me for asking, Anna,
but were you and he having troubles?

No!

We were on our way to Niagara Falls
to get married.

I'm sorry, William,
I didn't mean to snap.

It's quite all right.

And Joe's last name? Bell.

A few months after you and I
had our... adventure in Bristol,

I finally plucked up the courage
to sail to New York.

Joe was the best thing
about that place.

It's loud and filthy

and the people are horrible.

I take it Joe is the exception.

He is. Strong and forthright,

kind.

There aren't many like that.

Anyway, a short while after,
he proposed

and I thought all my dreams
had come true.

We'll find him, Anna.

Look at me, I haven't even asked
how you've been.

Oh, uh, I'm well.

And Julia? Are you and she still...

Uh, we're still very close, yes.

Julia is engaged to another.

Oh, William, I'm sorry.

That's quite all right. I'm fine.

Now, I'll need a description of Joe.

Yes. He's about your build.

Dark complexion,
I suppose you'd say,

a moustache and black hair.

What is it, William?

This new look of yours is going
over very well with the voters...

and the press, Tommy.

So I hear.

Now, what's all this about, Isaac?

Well, it seems that you are in a tighter horse
race with your opponent than we had hoped for.

But just days ago you said that Ellis Cornwall
was dead in the water. What's happened?

Things change quickly in politics. Cornwall's
anti-immigrant stand is increasingly popular.

As a result, he has gained
significant support

for his opposition to
the subway project, as well.

Cornwall says "No" to any new idea,

a bloody Luddite is what he is.

Because he understands people are
afraid of change. Now, he's savvy.

He's a numbskull,
people will see through that.

Don't be simple, Tommy. Trust the
people's judgement and you're doomed.

The immigration issue aside,
without you on city council,

we don't have sufficient numbers to
pass the subway project vote next month.

Edwin Drury and the rest of your backers
at the land consortium are getting nervous.

So what do we do?

WE beat Cornwall at his own game.

And an opportunity to do just that
has landed on our doorstep. It has?

The gypsy crime spree.

Crime spree? A few minor thefts?

There's nothing minor about it, Tommy.
You have just released a statement saying

that you are shocked at these brazen gypsies and intend
to lock up the guilty and run the rest of out town.

When did I release this statement?
It'll be in all the afternoon papers.

We've barely had time to look into
these crimes. A statement's premature.

Not if you want to convince
the voters that as alderman,

you will be their champion
of law and order.

That you intend to right the ship,

To see your dream of
"Toronto the Good" come true.

Now, you've promised that
in all your speeches,

don't you want to show them that was
more than just words? Of course I do.

That's my boy, Tommy!

It's time to draw a line in the sand.

Now, go right that ship

and show those gypsies
who they're really dealing with.

Is this Joe?

Anna, I know how difficult
this must be for you.

It's not Joe.

Thank God, he's still alive.

Right, then. I believe what would be
best now is for you to get some rest.

I'll let you know
as soon as there's news.

Constable Morris, please
escort Miss Fulford to her hotel

and stay there with her until
I can join you. Thank you, William.

She's lovely.

Poor thing. I can't imagine
how I'd feel in her situation.

Well, then, it would appear that
Mr Delory is, in fact, himself.

Has your postmortem
revealed anything, Doctor? Yes.

I recovered this slug. 32-calibre.

Given the powder burns on his skin,
Mr Delory was shot point-blank.

Ruling out a stray bullet.

I don't understand, Julia.

The passengers
would have heard a gunshot.

I know. I've no explanation, either.

And I found this -

metal filings.

They were embedded in the wound
and the victim's jacket.

As if they were also
fired from the gun?

If so, you're dealing with
a most unusual weapon.

I believe I need to return
to the scene of the crime.

Metal filings, sir?

Yes. Like those recovered
from the victim's body.

Henry, I'll need you
to gather a few items for me.

Certainly, sir.

From where? A millwright.

Right, then.

Who's in charge here?

When I ask a question,

I expect an answer.

You've got till the count of three
before we take action.

One, two...
Put those damn sticks away.

What are you, then? Their queen?

He thinks I'm a gypsy queen.

Well you must be the police king.
I'm Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.

Just who the hell are you?

I am the Phuri Dae. Furry what?

It means wise woman. I am the one who
will speak with you. Only me. Come.

And no weapons.

Uh, sir, I should come with you, just
to make sure that your safety is...

Just keep your eye
on this lot, Crabtree.

Yes, sir.

So, Miss... whatever your name is,

there's been a crime spree in this
neighbourhood since you lot turned up. Really?

I will tell my clan
to be on guard for those criminals.

Don't play coy with me,

your clan needs to pack up
and move on.

Inspector Brackenreid, gypsies are used
to persecution, we aren't intimidated.

Please, show me
the evidence against us.

You're trespassing on city property.
You've got until noon tomorrow to be gone.

Otherwise, I can't answer
for what might happen.

Neither can I.

Hello.

Sir. How did it go with the gypsies?

Bunch of goat-herders. That well.

They'll be gone by tomorrow if
they know what's good for them.

What are you working on? It's
a speculative notion at the moment.

To do with this impossible shooting
of yours? Yes, sir. How's that going?

Well, sir, we've confirmed that
the victim was indeed

a Wilbur Delory from New York City,
in town on business,

according to his family.

Two incidents, both involving
New York City residents.

Delory and Miss Fulford's
missing fiance.

Yes, sir.
Perhaps there's a connection.

The fiance knew him, had a row with him,
killed him and ran. Could be that simple.

The thought had crossed my mind.

Keep an eye out, Murdoch.

Miss Fulford's runaway groom could
be a bit of a dangerous character.

Sir, Constable Morris
just telephoned from the Imperial Hotel.

Miss Fulford took a message at the
front desk from her fiance. Indeed.

Have Morris stay put with
Miss Fulford until I can get there.

Morris just found this out now. He thought Miss
Fulford was in her room. I don't understand, George.

Where is Miss Fulford now? Sir, she's
on the way to meet her fiance. What?

Do we have any idea where she was going? The man who
took the message said the Gerrard Street bridge, sir.

Anna!

Anna!

William! William, I finally heard...

What the hell are you doing?

Joe would never harm anyone,
let alone try to kill me.

But he contacted you with instructions
that led you into an ambush.

Anna, just how well
did you know him, really?

Just what does that mean? Well,
you've had a whirlwind romance.

You barged into my pub with a bullet through your
arm, begging me to believe you weren't a murderer.

So don't you dare
question my judgement!

But isn't it possible that your love for
Joe has blinded you to the truth about him?

Right. If I'm to help you find Joe,

I'll need to know everything
you know about him.

Where do I start?

Was he well-off? Where did he work?

He has his own business, shipping
cargo back and forth to Europe.

What sort of cargo?

I'm not sure.

That's all right,
we can find all of that out

if you just tell me
the name of the company.

I don't actually know.

You weren't far off
when you said whirlwind.

Oh, this is embarrassing.

Did Joe ever mention
a Wilbur Delory?

I don't think so.
Who is he?

He's the unfortunate gentleman
I showed you in the morgue.

He had a bullet in him,

are you seriously suggesting
that the man I love

is going about Toronto shooting
people and trying to kill me?!

I don't know anything at the moment, Anna.
But I do know I don't wish to see you harmed.

Joe would never harm me.
I know he wouldn't.

Is that it? Virtually no noise.

I got the idea after reading about Hiram Maxim's attempts
to muffle the sound of internal combustion motors.

So this is a "muffler", so to speak.
Yes, George.

Which would explain why no-one
on the streetcar heard the gunshot.

Insidious is what it is.
I agree.

The key to this "muffler",
as you call it, George,

is the sound-dampening properties
of metal filings,

stuffed into a series of conical
baffles along the length... "Silencer. "

That has a better ring to it.
Oh, sorry, sir.

Along the length of the cylinder...
"Baffler" - that's the ticket.

So those metal filings are like the
ones found in the victim's wound?

Correct. They would have been blown out
with the force of the shot. Murdoch...

a man travels all the way from
New York City to commit murder

and uses a highly-specialized device that ensures he
can slip away into thin air. What does that sound like?

I believe we're dealing
with an assassin.

Tommy, we have a problem.

We do?

Mr Drury, good to see you again.

I took care of our problem,
gentlemen.

The gypsies will be gone by tomorrow. You
should have run them out of town, Inspector.

A number of my neighbours
on Jarvis Street,

many of whom I convinced
to contribute to your campaign,

were burglarised last night
by those lowlifes.

What makes you think
it was the gypsies?

My son, Edwin Junior,
and his friends

saw the gypsy men themselves
from our drawing room.

The thieves were breaking into
number 28.

First a minor crimewave,

now these major thefts
by these immigrant peasants.

Ellis Cornwall will
rake you over the coals with this

unless you react with an iron hand.

We can still turn this
to your advantage,

but we need arrests and we need the caravan out
of town before the evening papers hit the streets.

I can see your point, gentlemen,

but that's not how
I left it with them.

We should give the gypsies a
chance to... Brackenreid. You've...

We've got a potential disaster
on our hands.

Just get back to that camp
and get them the hell out of there.

And I'm sending the press,
so I don't want any mistakes.

Everything Mr Drury's consortium has worked for
depends upon this, Tommy. Everything YOU'VE worked for.

You wanted to see me, Doctor?

Yes, I've received a request
from Mr Delory's family

to have his remains
returned to New York.

Yes, I see no reason why not.

Right.

Then I'll release the body
to the mortician here

that the family
made arrangements with.

He's to ship the body to
a funeral parlour in New York City.

Very good.

Is there something else?

Yes. I suppose I was wondering
how you'll keep Miss Fulford safe

now there's been an attempt made
on her life?

Well, I've asked her
to remain at the station house

until I can arrange
protective custody.

And once the killer is caught...
Why can't she stay with me?

With you? Yes.

The killer would never think
to look for her in my home

and she'd be more at ease.

Yes. But... Consider what
Anna's going through, William.

If the gunman is her fiance, then she's been
horribly betrayed AND she's lost the love of her life.

It's heartbreaking.

Indeed.

I'll arrange it.

Right, you lot,
there's no need for trouble,

but if that's what you want
I'm happy to oblige.

Thomas...
Tommy Brackenreid is fair but tough.

Are you getting all this down, Glyn?
Every golden word. Good lad. Inspector!

You will stop this immediately.

Ma'am, I'll ask you to stay back
for your own safety.

It's all right, Crabtree. What you've got to
understand is that there's no point crying over this.

The decision's been taken. By who?

Oh. I see. So you were following someone
else's orders. You're a messenger boy.

If it wasn't for me, we'd be rounding everybody
up, not just the men. You gave us until tomorrow.

You were going nowhere
and you know it.

So I am the liar? Well, in that
case, you leave me no choice.

What you seek, you shall never gain.

What's that supposed to mean?

She is remarkable. Who is she? Never
you mind, get on with your job.

Sir, I think she just put a gypsy
curse on you. A curse, was it?

Thank you, Crabtree.
She did no such thing.

Right, you lot, come on. Chop-chop.

I don't know how to thank you for
your kindness, Doctor. Call me Julia.

May I ask you
a personal question, Julia?

Of course.

Well, the way William
spoke of you in Bristol,

I got the feeling you and him
were destined for each another.

But now you're engaged to someone
else. So, I was wondering...

What happened?

I don't mean to pry. It's just...

Well, it's important to me
that William's happy.

It's good of you to care for him.
I still do, very much.

But... it became obvious
that our futures were...

just not compatible.

It must be true what they say...

Love isn't always enough.

Sir, your signature is needed.

The customs form
regarding Mr Delory's body.

Yes, of course.

What is it, George?

Sir, with respect to
the Jarvis Street break-ins,

the inspector hasn't asked
to interview any of the residents.

He's just taking it on Edwin Drury's
word that it was the gypsies.

There's a saying, George -
it's just politics.

Yes, but, sir... Don't worry.

I'll make sure the thefts are
thoroughly investigated very soon.

In the meantime, the inspector
needs our support and discretion.

Yes, sir.

That's odd.

The funeral home that Mr Delory's
body is meant to be shipped to...

It's different than the one
his family requested.

No-one should disturb the dead,
not even the police.

Mr Palmer, we contacted
Mr Delory's family in New York City

and they had no idea arrangements for
Mr Delory's body had been changed.

But they contacted me directly.

Someone contacted you,

but it wasn't Mr Delory's family.

And whoever it was has been going
to great lengths to obtain his body.

I want to know why.

Sir, that body's
sitting awfully high up.

Mr Delory seems anxious to escape
this shipping coffin, Mr Palmer.

Can you explain why? I cannot.

It's a false bottom, sir.

If you please, George.

One, two...

Oh, my...

Well, George.

It appears we've found
Miss Fulford's fiance.

I'm sorry, Anna.
I need some air.

I'll come with you.
William!

She needs time to herself.

Of course.

I have preliminary results.

Joe Bell died of a single
gunshot wound to the abdomen.

32-calibre.
The same as the other victim.

And I found metal
filings in the wound.

Time of death?

Roughly 24 hours ago.

He was killed before Mr Delory.

Why are these two men dead?

And why on Earth would
someone want Anna dead, as well?

And why would the killer want to ship Joe
Bell's body back to New York in secret?

It's a conundrum to be sure, sir.

Well, whatever his reason, the killer
comes up with this double-coffin deception.

But he needs a second corpse
to put on top of Joe Bell's body.

So he must have known
Delory was from New York.

The streetcar witnesses claim that two men
were chatting moments before the murder.

So the murderer killed Delory
simply because he needed a corpse?

Sir, the disregard for human life...

Indeed, George. This assassin
is well suited to his calling.

I don't believe we've
seen his like before.

Bloody hell, Glynn!
What were you thinking, eh?

You were supposed to write about the
arrests, not this curse bollocks.

But a gypsy curse! How could I ignore a
thing like that? I thought we had a deal.

I give you scoops over the other broadsheets
in exchange for good press on my station house.

On your station house, yes.
Not your political aspirations.

Is it possible
you've confused the two?

If your reporting costs me this election, I
guarantee I'll find a way to make you sorry.

Is that a quote, Inspector?

Sir... What do you want, Crabtree?

Sir, the gypsy women have
begun a sort of vigil outside.

Outside? Are you serious?

Yes, sir. That wise woman of theirs says
they won't leave until their men are released.

Shall I have the lads
try to move them off?

With Glynn there, ready to make
a fool out of me again?

Sir, if I were an objective observer, which
I believe I am, I might "observe" that...

Sir, I believe your policing
methods have suffered of late.

Did I hear you correctly, Crabtree?

Yes, sir.

What?

Oh, Mr Drury. I'm so sorry.

Yes, sir. I'll be right there.

Where are those Jarvis Street
break-in reports?

I'll fetch them, sir.

I never saw the man, Detective.
I received a telephone call.

And this caller,
what did he offer you?

The continued use of my legs.

I see.

Mr Palmer, how did the second body get into
the coffin without you seeing who put it there?

The caller asked me to prepare the
Delory corpse and then go for a stroll.

I was to leave the door open
and come back in an hour.

That's all I know.

Detective, who are these people
that threaten such ghastly violence?

Sir... The break-in reports.

Detective! The men have been
showing photos of Joe Bell around.

They discovered he made a visit to Union
Station not long before he was killed.

He was alone? Yes, sir.

Why return to Union Station?

Apparently he stored several items
while in transit.

He requested access to a piece
of luggage, then left the station.

Beyond that, I'm afraid
the trail goes cold, sir.

Well, whatever he was doing, it was
certainly without Miss Fulford's knowledge.

We need to find out what
he put into storage, Henry.

Sir.

How do you do it, Murdoch?

Joe loved this watch.

It kept terrible time.

These are the rest of his effects.

Thank you.

What will you do
when all this is over?

Start again, I suppose.

Though it's hard to imagine how.

I suppose we become so accustomed to the shape of
our lives, we're convinced that no other is possible.

And yet, of course, it is.

You know, I've fallen for
two men in the space of a year

and I've lost them both.

There's always the nunnery. Two men?

One was Joe.

The other walked into
my pub in Bristol.

But his heart belonged to another.

Oh...

My chaperon is growing impatient. I should
return to the safety of your home. Of course.

Thank you.

I have to say
I'm surprised at you, Tommy.

Very surprised.

I asked a simple thing
and you made a mess of it.

The round-up went
exactly to plan, Mr Drury.

So Paddy Glynn's the problem?
Don't look to side-step the blame.

I beg your pardon?
Who was it sent him down there?

Inspector, I will not accept failure.

You need to counter-attack
after this fiasco.

I'm open to ideas. Well...

There is something that might
"right the ship", sir.

I'm listening. Perhaps your family would
care to attend the theatre this evening?

I could teach Joe Bell a thing or two. When
I travel, I pack one valise and a shoe box.

A one-hour carriage ride to your
mother's doesn't count as travelling.

Sir, where would you like this monstrosity?
Right here on the work table, George.

Right, then, let's see what brought
Joe Bell to Union Station.

I'm betting it's another body, sir.
It often is.

It OFTEN is, Henry?

And we have...

.. tin cans.

No doubt full of body parts,
Higgins.

And inside is...

.. Oil.
Sir?

Olive oil to be precise.

Who would go carting around gallons of olive oil
while they're on vacation? There's something in here.

What on Earth?

American $20 bills.

Sir, if the other tins are filled
with the same, there's a fortune here.

Sir, who was this Joe Bell?

How did he come by all this money?

I have no idea, George.

But it's a fair bet that this
is why he was murdered.

The paper itself is low grade,
high in linen, lacking in cotton.

And, if you look at Alexander Hamilton's
buttons, there are two. There should be three.

So this Joe Bell was a counterfeiter
who couldn't count.

No, in fact. According to
the United States Secret Service,

this particular counterfeiter
is a forger who lives in Sicily.

Sicily? How did this fake money
end up in New York?

Miss Fulford said that her fiance, Joe
Bell, had a shipping company, various cargo.

Some of which was
Sicilian olive oil.

Yes, now the question is whether
or not Mr Bell was part of this

counterfeiting ring or if he simply
happened upon the hidden money.

Either way, he helps himself to
a few tins and makes a run for it.

Yes. And the rightful owners sent an
assassin to track him down. And they are?

The New York City Police have
no knowledge of this Joe Bell.

But they did recognise
the double-coffin ruse.

It's a technique used by an organised
crime group called the Black Hand.

The double coffin allows them to transport
victims they don't want discovered.

Pragmatic cutthroats.

Apparently this Black Hand
has its roots in Sicily

but has been moving into
New York City's Italian community.

First a band of gypsies, now
something called organised crime.

"Toronto the Good", indeed.

So, do you have a plan
to put a stop to this business?

I might. Brilliant.

Cos I have a crime wave of my own to deal with.
I've heard. And you hope for a speedy conclusion?

I do. With the actual thieves
behind bars, if you were wondering.

I was not. Good.

Now, you have some unpleasant
business to attend to.

Yes.

Joe would never associate with this
Black Hand. He was a good soul.

No doubt.

But, he did steal
from the Black Hand.

And it cost him his life
and put yours in jeopardy.

I swear I had no idea
what Joe was doing.

And I believe you.

But the attempt on your life would suggest
that the Black Hand feels otherwise.

And it's this mistaken belief

that's the basis for my idea.

To catch his killer? Yes.

Now, it stands to reason that
the Black Hand wants the money back.

And I intend to give it to them.

Why would you want to give those murderers
anything? To draw out the assassin.

I'll send them a telegram pretending to be
you, and that you know what they've done.

"Anna" will offer
the money in exchange for her life.

And when the killer presents himself,

he'll be apprehended.
And how will you contact them?

There is a funeral parlour in New York City
I believe the Black Hand uses as a cover.

I'll wire them the specifics of where
and when the exchange is to take place.

Well, I want to be there with you.

It's far too dangerous.

But the killer will
expect to see me.

If he doesn't, he might slink away and you'll
never catch him. Anna, I will not use you as bait.

William, if our roles were reversed,

if you were after the killer of the woman you
loved, you would not want to be denied a role.

No, I would not.

Right.

So what can I do to help?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Have you come to beg me
to lift the curse?

No, something even more
difficult than that.

I'm here to admit that I was wrong.

Yes?

I know your men didn't
commit those break-ins,

but apologies aren't going to get
them out of the situation they're in.

So, your words are empty. No.

I do have a plan,
but I need your help.

Release my men first. I can't.

For this to work, they must remain
in jail one more night.

May I?

The public has to believe
the men are free.

I need your women to cancel their
vigil outside my station house.

And suppose your big plan
doesn't work?

Well, for one thing,
you won't have to curse me again.

I'll have the whole city doing that.

And the police king will fall?

He will.

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?

They're friends of my son, Edwin Jr.

Yes, the ones so eager to give
statements blaming the gypsies.

It was Edwin Jr's idea.

That's rubbish. It's true, I swear.

What was Edwin Jr's idea? Speak!

To rob each others' house
when our families were out.

These boys are just trying to get my
son in trouble. No, I don't think so.

You see, Mr Drury, I went back over
your boy's statement.

Before I came back up here this afternoon,
I stopped off in front of Number 28.

There's no line of sight between
there and that drawing room window.

Which means your boy and these two were lying when
they said they saw the gypsies breaking into the place.

It was a set-up. And I'm afraid
your son instigated it all.

Well, thank you, Inspector. You can rest
assured that my son will be dealt with severely.

Actually, there'll
be no back-room deals.

I'll have my men arrest
Edwin Jr at the theatre.

I'd think twice about that. You
will humiliate my family, and theirs.

Tommy, this... this may not be the
smart move. What are you saying, Lowe?

Well, politics is all about the
compromise, the give and the take.

So you give a little on this,
and you take a little on that.

Are you attempting to bribe
an officer of the law?

Of course not.

You told me to make this city
"Toronto the Good".

And I'm doing just that. Let's
not mince words here, Tommy,

you're making a mistake that will go
far beyond throwing your campaign away.

Bribes? Threats?

Now I may not know much
about politics,

but I do know about the law, and you
two are that close to breaking it.

Boys! Outside! Tommy, Tommy...

The name is Inspector Brackenreid.

And I say to hell with politics.

You two can dig that subway
your bloody selves.

Sorry, sir, you'll have to take the
next car. But this is the last one.

We have an extra car
running tonight.

Why can't I take this one?

We're on a very tight schedule. Tight
schedule? These cars never run on time!

Sir, I have to ask you to step aside. I have
to make my shift. If I'm late, I'll be sacked.

Sir, I understand...
What is the issue?

Drop your weapon!

Uh!

Anna!

What on Earth...? He murdered Joe.

Joe Bell was a member
of the Black Hand.

He handled shipping of the
counterfeit money into New York City.

And all of that was going smoothly until
he met and fell in love with Anna Fulford.

And then he wanted out.

So he took the money
to start their new life together.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

So the Black Hand sent you
to kill Joe Bell.

And in bringing his body back to New York City it would send a very clear message
- steal from the Black Hand,

it will find you and kill you.

Anna Fulford is innocent.

She played no part in this.

Oh, we don't see it that way.

No harm will come to her.
You don't understand.

Someone will replace me.

If they fail, they will be replaced.

The woman will die.

The Black Hand does not forget.

It will come for her.
And for this city.

So you're off? It's better this way.

They say Peterborough
is a nice little town.

So I've heard. Lots of chickens.

I never would have thought this
a couple of days ago,

but I think I'll miss you.
Your clan, I mean.

Thank you, Inspector. You will forgive
us if we don't send postcards. Right.

I'm glad that you're here,
because I have to lift the curse.

Don't bother. It wasn't actually
a curse as it turned out.

I must be losing my touch.

Take care of yourself, Inspector.
You're one of the good ones.

I never did get your name.

Mirela.

So these people will hunt me down
and kill me simply to save face?

I'm afraid so. I'm not sure I can resign myself
to that. You don't have to. But you just said...

Anna, I can't protect you,
but I can help you hide.

I don't want to run and hide, William.
I want to stay here. You can't.

Well, Bristol, then.
I could go home.

We've had these documents
made up for you.

They're your new identity.
A new name, a new past.

Everything you'll need.

But where will I go?

What am I going to do? Anna, what's important
is surviving to be able to make those decisions.

I'm so sorry,
but it's the best I can do.

How did this happen? Both of us
losing the futures we counted on?

Perhaps, when enough time has
passed, you can come to me. No.

No. You must never tell anyone
what's become of Anna Fulford.

Not even me.

To do so would place us both
in great danger.

So this really is goodbye?

I'll miss you, William.

Thank you.

Good luck, Anna.