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So this is intended to wash
your dishes for you, sir?

Yes, well, that pushes
streams of soapy water at them.

This is the motor for the dish closet.

Exactly how many
dishes do you have, sir?

Well, Julia has taken it upon herself

to purchase two new sets of tableware.

She plans on entertaining
quite a bit at the new house.

Well, I look forward
to my next invitation.

Detective Murdoch! I
must speak with you!

- Excuse me, sir...
- This is a matter of great importance!

I have travelled all
the way from Naples.

My name is Flavio Pupazzi.

I'm a detective, like you.

Was there not just some sort
of volcanic eruption in Naples?

Yes.

Vesuvius has killed
hundreds. My city is in ruins.

What can we do for you?

I followed a man here
from Italy, a Canadian.

This man is a criminal.

He has no... how you say? Morality.

Who is this man, and what crimes
is he supposed to have committed?

His name...

is Matthew Honeyman.

And there is no supposition.

He stole the treasure of Pompeii

from the Museo Nazionale.

During the eruption,
the building caught fire.

In the chaos, this
Honeyman, he broke in.

I see. And...

- How do you know it was him?
- As I said,

I'm a detective. I detected it.

What would you like us to do?

Honeyman arrived in Toronto yesterday.

I believe he has come
to sell the treasure.

These items are a part of my
country's identity, Detective.

I must find them.

Margaret! Open the door!

I'm not leaving until we talk!

Where's your mother? Margaret!

- She went to Aunt Lizzy's with Bobby..
- Well, when is she coming back?

She didn't say.

Your mother and I... we'll sort it.

- I'm late for patrol.
- John.

There's a letter for you on the table.

I'll see you later.

The clerk recognised a
photograph of Mr. Honeyman,

but he must have rented the
locker under a different name.

The treasures could be in there.

- Where is the locker, George?
- It's this one here, sir.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ecco qua! Well done!

Let's make sure it's what you're
actually looking for. George?

Honeyman.

- This is terrible!
- Hopefully he didn't suffer too much, sir.

No, I was referring to
the missing treasure.

The man was a thief.
He died as he lived.

Based on lividity, we can speculate
that it happened very recently.

George, find out what ships have
departed in the past few hours.

- Sir, right away.
- You believe the killer has left the city?

It's possible. John, canvass the area

and find out if anyone has seen or heard

- anything out of the ordinary.
- Sir.

- What do you mean by strange?
- Gunshot, shouting,

- anyone suspicious hanging about?
- I couldn't say.

Gets mighty loud in here.

Sometimes I can't hear myself
think over the din of these boys.

Thank you for your time.

Detective?

No ships have left
since yesterday evening.

So the treasure might
still be in the city!

We have constables checking
all of the docked ships.

Is there anyone who might
have any direct information?

Well, there is someone
who knows an awful lot

- about stolen merchandise.
- Sir, I'll bring in Eddie Crawford.

I will join you.

Is there a place where
I can have a cappuccino?

A what?

I don't know anyone named Honeyman.

Have you heard anything
about this Italian treasure?

Detective, I know you like
to entertain a fantasy of me

as some sort of criminal mastermind, but

I'm just a simple businessman
trying to make a living.

I just can't help you.

I'm a curio man.

Italian antiquities don't
exactly fly off my shelves.

In my country, we are not
so nice to men like you.

Consider yourself fortunate
that Detective Murdoch is here.

Well, this is Canada, sir.

But, seeing as you're
desperate to find your loot,

I could perhaps ask around...

For a finder's fee, of course.

Ha! Ha!

I see.

- You dog!
- Hey!

- You think I would pay you?
- Are you just gonna let...

- Give me a name.
- Detective...

- A name!
- Alright, alright!

Aldous Germaine!

He is a...

bigwig in that world.

Maybe he can help you.

What's the damage?

Take my advice. Have another.

Action's about to start.

- What's going on?
- Bare-knuckle match.

Dan Seavey's in town.

- Who the bloody hell is Dan Seavey?
- Clear a path!

Clear a path! Clear a path!

Let's get this thing going.

Tables to the walls, boys,
come on! Tables to the walls!

Now...

Which one of you milksops

is gonna be betting
against Dan Seavey, huh?

You?

You?!

I already see the fear
in your eyes, mate.

Damn shame. Gonna have to go home and

explain to his wife
where all the money went.

Which one of you monks am
I meant to be anointing?

Huh?

- Huh?
- That'd be me.

Oh, Hennie, this city
doesn't deserve you.

I trust you'll be getting
some sort of commendation, yes?

Well, that might be a tad much, Ruthie.

- Am I interrupting?
- Oh, not at all.

- Did you hear what Henry did, Dr. Ogden?
- Ruthie, I...

No, I don't believe I did.

He fought off six men who
were attacking an old woman

- on her way to church.
- Six, really?

Then he had to walk himself
all the way to the hospital

on a broken leg.

What an incredible story.

- When will I be able to go home, Doctor?
- Yes.

It shouldn't be longer
than a day or two.

So he'll have to spend the night?

No, no, no, no, no,
these linens will not do.

I am going to pop down to Regine's

and get you a set fit for a hero.

Ahem!

Don't move.

Well...

you told the admitting nurse
that you were fixing a car...

when a wrench dropped on your foot

and you tripped into a wall.

Please, Dr. Ogden. Ruth doesn't
know I've taken on a second job.

I can't bear to tell her.

- Son of a...
- Oi!

Don't make me break your arm!

This is supposed to be a fair fight.

Yes! Yes! I knew he could do it!

See?

Anyone, anytime, anywhere.

Where are you going?

No, no, you stay for a drink.

Another time.

I was certainly nowhere near the docks,

nor have I heard of
this Honeyman fellow.

- And where were you last night?
- The theatre.

An electrifying performance
of The Bride of Lammermoor.

Hm. Mr. Germaine,

do you know of anyone in your circles

- who would be capable of such an act?
- I don't.

And I wouldn't associate
with perpetrators of violence.

I'm a pacifist of the highest order.

Are you a Pisces, dear boy?

- Pardon me?
- Pisces. Astrology.

Our connection to the stars.

I don't exactly know.

How do you fair in water?

- I'm not particularly fond of it.
- Enough!

If the treasure had been sold
in Toronto, you would've heard.

I can't account for every trade, but

if something of that size had occurred,

I would likely know about it, yes.

If one wanted to sell

such an item, where would one go?

Without a specific buyer,

I suppose the Sunday auction
would be the most likely place.

- What is that?
- Every third Sunday of the month,

a private auction is held
in a different location.

That's today.

As a matter of fact it is.

- You are a Pisces, aren't you?
- We must go!

Unfortunately, invitation only. Or...

accompany me as my guest.

Absolutely not! It has to be me!

Detectives, you have the
hardened look of policemen

who've been lied to their entire lives.

This young man has the eyes of a doe.

Uncorrupted.

No one would doubt for a second
that he would be my companion.

Fine.

- Ma no!
- George?

- Can you handle it?
- Sir, I believe I can.

- Right, then.
- Good. It's settled, then.

Of course, he'll have to dress the part.

Driver!

Gentlemen, meet Boston Rhodes.

Dashing, isn't he?

This is unacceptable, Detective!

My country's history is in the balance!

I'm afraid we have no other choice.

Oof!

Mr. Germaine, would it be fair to
describe this material as luxurious?

This is velvet, dear boy.

- Luxury is woven into its very fibres.
- I knew it.

Right. Let's make sure we
all understand the plan.

- George...
- Boston.

... will accompany Mr.
Germaine to the auction

posing as a wealthy collector.

Detective Pupazzi will provide
us with a list of the items.

Should any of the items
come up for auction,

Boston will attempt to procure them.

- How exciting!
- We will then identify the seller

- and apprehend him.
- Bene.

It will be important
to establish our boy

as an authentic collector
so suspicions aren't raised.

How do you suggest we do that?

It would be my honour to introduce
you as a close personal friend.

- Good thinking.
- He would of course need capital.

There must be some money
the police have set aside

- for such an occasion.
- Oh... that could prove to be difficult.

I'll have to discuss
it with the Inspector.

I realise it's a large sum, but

I believe it's the best
way to catch the thief and

hopefully, by proxy, the killer.

Sir?

That's fine, Murdoch. Carry on.

So you'll sign the form
to release the funds?

Funds.

Hang on, how much?

Well, sir, I've put in for $50.

But I've instructed George to keep
the bidding as low as possible.

60, then. You sign for
it, bring me the receipt.

All right.

Sir, is everything all right?

How do you mean?

Nothing.

Thank you.

- Were they expensive?
- Only the best for my bonbon.

Now, Henry, I was thinking...
you're working far too much.

Seems to me that those police people

need you far more than you need them.

Well, I suppose there
may be some truth to that.

I think you need to take
a break. Just a few weeks.

After all, I can't have you injuring
yourself for the sake of others.

You have me to look after, now.

Oh dear, I'm not sure the
Inspector will allow that.

Oh, pish! After everything you've done!

I'll go speak to him myself.

- You stay right there.
- No, wait! I...

I have to tell you something.

I wasn't injured saving an old woman.

What do you mean?

I took on a second
job at George's garage.

That's how I hurt myself.

A second... ?

Why? Is that even allowed?

Ruthie, I'm afraid I won't be
able to provide you with the things

that you're accustomed to
on a constable's salary.

Oh, my needs are so simple!
How much do you make?

About a dollar a day.

I beg your pardon?

- A dollar.
- A day?

I know it doesn't sound like much,
but it's actually quite reasonable.

- You'll need to ask for a raise.
- I have.

They said no.

In time, I may be able to work
my way up to a ten cent raise.

Then I shall get a job.

Ruthie, no. You wouldn't want that.

What I want is for my husband
to be back in one piece.

Besides,

how hard can it be to find work?

Seems like something everybody does.

Gentlemen, may I
introduce my dear friend

and fellow collector, Mr. Boston Rhodes.

Mr. Rhodes' interests tend
toward goods of an Italian nature.

Yes, I'm looking to buy something
very expensive and Italian.

Mr. Rhodes is in from New York City.

He'll be staying with me for a few days.

You always do uncover the
best gems, don't you, Aldy?

Some excellent options
in New York, I'm told?

Oh, excellent is not the
word! They are excellent!

Boston and I dined
at Molto Bene tonight.

He spent the entire time
discussing his recent trip to Italy.

Did he? Which parts did you visit?

The south. The heel of
the boot, as we call it.

But also the... ball of the foot.

Old boy almost took my hand
off when I reached for the bill.

Never lets me pay for a thing.

You two have either become
the fastest friends in history,

or else that whole thing
was a sham to begin with.

Oh, catches on quick, doesn't he?

No refunds. What do you
intend to do about it?

Just admiring your
commitment to realism, is all.

You had everybody fooled.

I'm Dan. This is Willis.

We don't normally drink with anyone
unless we get their name first.

Tom.

You gonna take that standing up, Tom?

Thank you.

You look like a man with questions.

How did everybody know who you were?

Oh, I'm known in certain circles.

- The ones that matter.
- What do you do?

That's a bit harder to answer.

We do lots of things.

The bartender said that you're pirates.

But that's not true.

This is not a bloody Stevenson novel.

I'm the captain for a merchant vessel.

You know, people spin tales based
on their own childhood fantasies.

Tell me, what is it you do,

- aside from asking bloody questions?
- Me?

Amongst other things, I drink!

Going once, going twice...

Sold to the gentleman
in the feathered top hat.

- Nothing's come up.
- Our last item of the day:

an Italian chamber
pot from the mid-1500s,

likely from the House of Medici.

- The treasures are not here.
- I did say that was a possibility.

Bidding begins at five dollars.

Five dollars. Do I hear six?

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to get noticed.

Six from the man in
velvet. Do I hear seven?

Seven for the gentleman in
the moustache. Do I hear eight?

Eight again down here. Do I hear nine?

This is taking too long!

You have a frame of reference

for how long underground
auctions should take?

It may not mean much to a
citizen of such a young country,

but those treasures are
the blueprint of my nation!

- Forgive me for being anxious!
- I understand.

Also, the food here is terrible
and I just want to go home!

Do I hear thirty-five?

Thirty-five down here. May I hear forty?

Forty down here again.
Do I hear forty-five?

Forty-five! And do I hear fifty?

Fifty!

Going once, going twice...

Sold for fifty dollars

to the gentleman in the
impeccable purple suit.

Gracious, I got carried away. I
didn't realise it'd go so high.

Well, it is an original, I suppose.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

I'm quite sure I do not.

She's at her sister's in bloody Grimsby.

Do you want her to come back?

She's my wife.

Of course I do.

Well, it doesn't have to
be a foregone conclusion.

How do you mean?

I've travelled the world, Tom.

Seen a lot of places. I've
talked to a lot of people.

Every culture has its
own views on marriage.

- Want to know what I've learned?
- Go on.

Only black vultures and owl
monkeys are faithful for life.

What about swans?

Even swans stray.

I had a family once.

But I knew in my heart I couldn't
give them what they needed.

So I left.

I wager they're a lot happier
now than when I was around,

half in, half out.

And now you live on your boat.

I go where opportunity takes me.

One thing's certain...

somewhere, someone...

always needs a ship.

When you left your family,

how did you handle the pain?

Another thing I learned on my travels...

all pain is desire.

Is that a criticism or advice?

I think that's actually
something they call Buddhism.

Buddhism?

Apparently, it was used by a
king or prince of some kind.

Explain to me again why you bid on
something that was not on the list?

Sir, when I saw our items
weren't up for auction,

I thought this would be another
way of at least making myself known

in case the seller was indeed there.

Perhaps I just don't understand the
intricacies of the antique world.

It's a waste bucket. What
is there to understand?

Ah, Mr. Germaine.

We were just discussing the
effectiveness of this purchase.

Well, I bring good tidings.
George's idea worked.

A man named Lloyd Trammel made
contact with me about an hour ago.

He said he had some items my
friend would be interested in.

One of a kind, direct from Italy.

- He even mentioned the ring of Antinous.
- One of the treasures!

You did it, Georgio! Bravo ragazzo!

Just a moment. Just a moment.

Who is this Trammel?
What's his reputation?

Well, not good, frankly.

He is known to associate with
criminals and other sordid types.

Right. Set up a meeting
with this Trammel.

But somewhere public.

Perhaps I could try on dresses.

- Yes, you could be a model!
- Oh no, no, no, Henry,

those women are of low moral character.

No, I was thinking
more: I try on dresses

and then I just give
my opinion about them.

Well, I'm not sure there's a
deficit for that kind of work.

Ruthie, I do wish you'd reconsider this.

Henry, you're in the hospital.
I hardly see you anymore.

No, my mind is quite made up.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Perhaps you could clean
other people's homes?

Perhaps I could just roll
around in the dirt as well.

What about them? I've seen
them all over the place.

- You mean a nurse?
- Yes!

I could be that.

There's much more to being a
nurse than handing out medication.

Well, I'm sure with your
guidance I could learn.

Would you teach me, Doctor?

I'm not trained to be
a nursing instructor.

Oh, please! Please,
please, please, please!

- Oh!
- Oh...

alright.

- George.
- Sir.

I have the bullet that
Miss Hart retrieved

from the body of Mr. Honeyman.

Just as I thought.

- This is an antique.
- How can you tell, sir?

It matches this casing

- I found at the scene of the crime.
- Good lord.

Doesn't look like any
bullet casing I've ever seen.

As improbable as it may seem,

in the early part of the 18th century,

bullet casings were often
made of a thick paper.

Paper, sir? Doesn't seem very wise.

Well, a modern firearm would never
be able to fire such a casing.

Whoever shot Mr. Honeyman
used an antique weapon.

John.

Where are you going?

Have a seat.

Tell me what's happening.

These differences your mother
and I have been having...

They're more than just differences!
She said you betrayed her!

I know she feels that way, but...

Look, I've only ever had my
family's best interests at heart,

- tried to do the right thing.
- By leaving us?

John, please, have a seat.

Your mother's made a decision.

I'm not going to her cap in hand.

You could still fight.

You could fight for Mother.
You could fight for us.

I'm sorry, John.

I do know you'll take care of things.

You're the man of the house now.

Just keep an eye on your brother.

Once you've confirmed
he has the stolen goods,

blow the whistle. If he
asks, this is the money.

What if he wants to look inside?

Then you'll have to convince him
to show you the treasure first.

You should go, it's time.

Buona fortuna.

Trammel?

Mr. Trammel!

- Did you see who attacked you?
- Is that him?

Where is the treasure?

- Talk!
- They... they... they took everything.

I already told you, I
don't know who did it.

One minute I'm waiting
for your man Boston

to show with the money;
the next, I'm seeing stars.

So you didn't know Mr. Honeyman
had already been killed.

Last he and I spoke
was down at the docks

when I picked up the goods.
He was alive and breathing.

- Can you prove that?
- How would I possibly?

What was your arrangement
with Mr. Honeyman?

That I would sell the goods
for him at a 25% commission.

But there was nothing to stop you

from killing him and keeping 100%!

Except the fact that I'm not a murderer.

So you knew that the
treasure was stolen.

I didn't ask to see a bill of sale.

- This man is obviously lying.
- Hey, Pupoozo,

I'm the victim here. I got
no reason to lie to you.

Unless of course you
did kill Mr. Honeyman.

No, I've known him for
years. We were friends.

Do you own any antique...

firearms, Mr. Trammel?

No. No resale value.

Why?

- Can you tell us anything else about the attack?
- Actually, yes.

Right before I lost consciousness,

I saw a man carting a crate away.

Was there anything distinct about him?

He... he had a tattoo on his arm.

"The Wanderer".

Just leave me be, please!

What are you doing?

I'm just changing the
sheets. These are wrinkled.

Are you all right, Mr. Stickley?

- I just want to be left alone.
- Yes, of course. Lay down.

A word, please?

This patient is terminally ill!

We're just trying to
keep him comfortable.

What could be more
comfortable than clean linens?

When I said that you
could spend time here,

I meant more to observe,
take note, that sort of thing.

Well, how am I supposed to
learn if I don't do anything?

When a patient nears the end,

they often just need peace and quiet,

to rest and reflect...

- We have to respect that!
- Dr. Ogden, you're needed.

Wait right here. And
don't touch anything!

Can you imagine how we felt

when the man that we trusted had
squandered our entire fortune?

Sounds like family, all right.

Haven't seen one of my kids
since I've been in here.

Did your man go to prison?

Actually, I don't know
what became of him.

Hopefully he hanged.

Beggar would have deserved it!

Feeling a bit better, I see.

Ruth was just telling me how
her family fortune was lost.

Yes, well, we are coping.

And I see the bedding's been changed.

Miss Newsome, another word, please.

What are you doing?

I thought hearing about
people worse off than him

might help him feel better.

- But this man is dying!
- Yes, exactly.

And how did you manage
to change the linens?

Oh, I've known how to do that
since I was a little girl.

When my mama was ill, she didn't
like the servants touching her,

- so it fell to me.
- Ruth?

Coming! Where were we?

Oh, I remember. My brother Roger...

Mr. Trammel seemed genuinely surprised

that Mr. Honeyman had been killed.

However, he is the last
person that we know of

- to have seen him alive.
- Indeed.

Perhaps someone learned of their
arrangement. A potential buyer

- who planned to rob Mr. Honeyman.
- Enough!

Enough with all these guesses!

The heart of my
country, it is out there,

set to be sold!

My concern is not with
some thieving murder victim!

You're an officer of the law.
It's your duty to be concerned

- regardless of the country of origin.
- Why?

Why, because one criminal
decides to kill another?

These men contribute nothing!
They steal and they kill!

That's all they do!
You, sir, have lost sight

of what is most important!

Now, unless you want me to
report you to your superior,

you will help me find the treasure!

My job is to catch killers, Detective.

If we happen to find your nation's
treasure in the process, so be it.

But I will not be intimidated
in my own stationhouse,

in my own office.

- Yes, John?
- Sir, may I speak with you privately?

I was just leaving.

I'm going to try and make
myself a decent cup of coffee.

For a change.

John.

Sir, I'm worried about my father.

- What about, exactly?
- He's gone off to live with criminals.

Gone off to live... ?

He and Mother have separated.

Oh.

I went home and found
him packing a suitcase.

He didn't say where he was going, but...

he left this behind.

"The Wanderer".

Let's get moving!

- I can't believe you have cannons.
- Picked it up in Boston.

British.

- They say it was fired during the Tea Party.
- And do you use them?

Well, sometimes you run
into some trouble, but

usually when people catch a glimpse
of that, they tuck tail and turn.

Come on, Tom,

I'll show you around.

She's a fine vessel.

Seen me through some rough waters,

and I don't just mean sailing.

The rules here are simple.

Every man does an equal share,

every man gets an equal
share of the earnings.

What you do on shore
is your own business.

Understood.

You're gonna like it
here, Tom. I can tell.

I looked it up. The man's name
is Dan Seavey. He's a smuggler.

- Where are you going?
- To the docks.

- I believe I know who the killer is.
- Aspetta! I'm coming!

Sir, they may have set sail by
now. How are we gonna catch them?

Sir?

Dan, something's coming for us.

What in blazes is that?

Never seen anything like it.

Well, it's about to be
blown out of the water.

Load the cannons!

What do you think, Tom?

That's my son.

- Your son?
- And my Detective.

- What the bloody hell are they doing?
- Detective?

- You're a cop?
- I was.

Look, tell your lads not
to fire. I'll handle this.

Sorry, Tom. Can't take that chance.

Get him below!

Stay there till I need you! Ready?

Aim!

- Fire!
- Fire!

- Are you all right, John?
- I felt it blow right by my face!

Andiamo!

How the hell are they doing that?

I'll be damned.

Who the hell are you?

Toronto Constabulary.
We're boarding your vessel.

Drop anchor.

- Aye, captain!
- Drop the ladder.

Toss 'em a line.

I didn't let you on board so
you could commandeer my vessel.

- Where's Inspector Brackenreid?
- Tom? I don't know.

I suppose he could be drinking
in the mess or having a nap.

- Where's my father?
- You must be John.

He's talked about you. And your mother.

- If you've hurt him...
- He boarded of his own accord.

What laws are we meant to have broken?

Besides firing a cannon at us?

The murder of Matthew Honeyman.

- Where is the treasure? You swine!
- You were bearing down on us.

We fired in self-defense.
As to the rest of it,

I don't know what either
of you are talking about.

Liar!

You're coming back to
Toronto with us, Mr. Seavey.

No, he's not.

- Sir!
- John?

- Easy.
- John, stay calm.

- Easy, lad. Easy.
- John?

What did you think? You could
just board my ship and get it back?

You two can either leave
my ship alive or dead.

Either way, I'm keeping that boat.

- Let him go, Seavey.
- Look around, Detective.

Not really in a position
to be giving orders, are we?

No, I'll keep him a while.

Tom will be tickled.

Now, I'll give you
till the count of three.

- One, two...
- Seavey!

Let him go,

or else we're all going down,
including the treasure in the hold.

- No! You mustn't!
- You're a lawman, Tom.

We all know you're not
about to murder anyone.

Do you see a badge?

- Now let him go.
- I don't think so.

You see, I'm keeping the treasure

and that sweet little boat.

In exchange, I'll allow you and your men

to get off my ship alive.

Otherwise, your boy doesn't
see his nineteenth birthday.

- The treasure is not for you...
- Shut up, you twit!

- You had your chance.
- You know this man?

- Of course not!
- I'm keeping young John as a...

What do you call it? Uh... Insurance.

I'll mail him back here. Promise.

- Right. We're all going under.
- No!

It was you! That gun...
You killed Matthew Honeyman!

The treasure is mine!

Stop that!

That was a pretty good right hand.

Ow!

Stay down.

Aaaah!

You're under arrest for the
murder of Matthew Honeyman.

No!

I like your boat!

- My motor!
- My treasure!

Later, guys!

You've certainly improved the
spirits of a number of patients.

Moomama always said I
can get through to anyone.

I believe it's because you don't pander.

You have a way of speaking
plainly and succinctly.

It's... it's quite effective.

Does this mean I get to be a nurse now?

I'm afraid it's not that
simple, but if you're serious,

I may be able to find a way
to place you in the hospital

as some sort of... nurse's apprentice.

I see. Thank you.

If this is truly what you want, Ruth,

I believe with enough persistence
you'll eventually become a nurse.

Goodie! Yes! This is
exactly what I want! Oh!

Thank you, Doctor!

So, Pupazzi wasn't actually a detective.

We've just received word from
the Carabinieri in Naples.

They knew who Flavio Pupazzi was,

but not because he's a detective.

Apparently, he has quite
a lengthy criminal record.

So he and Honeyman teamed up
to rob the museum in Naples.

Yes. Then Honeyman
double-crossed him and fled here.

Pupazzi followed him and hired
Dan Seavey to find and steal it.

But by the time Pupazzi catches
up to Honeyman in Toronto,

Honeyman's already given
the treasure to Trammel

- who had it stolen from him by Dan Seavey.
- Correct.

Clear as mud.

Do you think he'll be
back anytime soon, sir?

Let's hope so, George.

I'm sorry I put you through that, son.

These problems are mine. I
didn't want them to affect you.

Having said that, I was very proud

of the way you handled
yourself out there,

the way you stayed calm when you
had that knife at your throat.

- I was scared.
- Of course you were.

Fear will only stop you if you let it.

Mother's gonna be beside herself
when we tell her what happened.

Listen, John.

You'll always be my son.

I would walk to the ends of the
Earth for you and your brother.

There and back.

Take care of your mother.

I mean that.

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