All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S17E13.WEB

- Beautiful day, isn't it?

Gorgeous landscape!

Have you ever seen
so many trees?

Where are you headed?

- North.

- Ah, myself as well.

Spent much time up here?

- Fair bit.

- Not me.

It is a long ride, isn't it?

- Very long.

- I'm so pleased
you're here, Julia.

- Hm.
- You haven't been

to a Suffrage Society meeting
in quite some time.

- Well, one does get discouraged

after years of protest
result in no change.

You seem in high spirits
this morning.

- I spoke with George
last night.

He got a tip
about his father

from one of George Sr.'s
associates.

- Is his father still
wanted for murder

by the Winnipeg Police?

- Yes. But George hopes to get
to him first

and, with any luck...

he'll sort it out
and come home to me.

- Well, I wish him
the best of luck.

Hello, Mary-Ann.

- Good morning, Julia,
Mrs. Crabtree.

I, uh, I trust
you're both ready

for the march
on the legislature?

- Yes, of course!

Oh! And since yellow
is the colour of the movement,

I thought perhaps we could
wear daffodils

to the demonstration.

- Ah. A fine idea.

- Is everything all right,
Mary-Ann?

- Uh...

Would we be able to have a word
after the meeting?

I'm embarrassed to ask for help,

but...

I don't know
where else to turn.

- I'm looking for my fath--

I'm looking for a friend...

looking for my...

...friend.
He's a wonderful chap,

but hasn't been in touch
in a while

and I-I worry about him.

Let's just say he can get
into a mood now and then,

and when he gets into a mood,

he tends to get into a scrape
and...

I'm hoping I find him soon.

Timing couldn't be worse.

My wife and I just
bought a house--

- Listen, friend.

Best to keep your mouth shut

on this train.

- Good lord!

Father.

Oh, my God.

Winnipeg.

Porter!

A moment please?

- Good God!

Is... Is he dead?

- I'm afraid so. He's been
stabbed through the heart.

Do you have
a passenger list?

- No. No-not on this train.

- This man's with
the Winnipeg Police Force

and his killer's
aboard this train.

- Police?

- Look, I'm a member of
the Toronto Constabulary myself.

I can offer assistance.

- No, no, no.

I'll inform the local officials
at the next stop.

- All right.
Well, we can't leave him here.

This lavatory needs
to be closed off.

Do you know if he had
any luggage with him?

- I think he had a small case
at his seat. I can get it.

- No, that's all right.
I'll manage.

You should get back
to the passengers.

- Okay.

Excuse me, sir?

Did you see the man
who was sitting here earlier?

- Could be yes. Could be no.

- Well, which is it?

- The last I seen him
he was heading

for the back of the train.

- Is that the baggage car?

- Could be yes...

Could be no.

- I understand you could use
my help, Mrs. Shainsworth.

- It's...

humiliating to admit,

but...

my husband has
deserted our family.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Thank you.

It's not that I miss him.

I must say I don't.

But the children and I
will lose our lodgings.

- In cases like this,
sometimes an intermediary

can work out some kind
of arrangement.

- And your husband
has definitively stated

that he will not support
you and your children?

- Well, I'd ask him,
but he's disappeared.

- And you believe
he's at this men's club?

- Yes. I-I have a photo,
if it helps.

- She's already tried
his place of work.

He's a stockbroker
at the exchange.

- Would you be kind enough

to check his men's club,
Detective?

- I'll do what I can.

Good morning.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Are you Herman Shainsworth?

- The man himself.

- Ah.

Some might consider it a tad
early in the day to indulge.

- Some might pity the poor saps

forced to hew to a conventional
schedule.

Know I do.

- Sir, I understand you have
decided to desert your family.

- I'm not paying.

- Are you saying that you refuse
to take responsibility

for the welfare of your wife
and your children?

- Why should I pay
for the privilege

of being henpecked
day and night, year after year?

Please, Herman. Some decorum?

- Apologies, Mr. Mupps.

- Sir!
You're not permitted in there.

- Isn't it just the baggage car?

- Yes, sir, but there are no
passengers allowed.

For your safety.

- I understand. Apologies.

- Yes? Everything all right?

Excuse me.

Hello.
Do you need assistance?

Can I see your tickets?

Sir!

You're not allowed
to go back there!

Sir! Open the door!

Open this door now!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Ladies!

How was the delegation
to the legislature?

- The Premier refused
to receive us.

We only made it
as far as the foyer.

- But we did force him
to listen to our demands!

- Ah, well, he listened and...

he'll do nothing.

- I met with Mr. Shainsworth
earlier today

and he refuses to pay

to support his children.

- You couldn't convince him?

- He seemed quite defiant.

I did, however,
obtain his address

and I've passed that on
to Mrs. Shainsworth.

- Really?
- Apparently,

a lodging house nearby.

Detective Murdoch.

- Oh?

Where?

All right.

- What's going on?

- I'm afraid Mr. Shainsworth

has been found murdered.

- Calm down.

Look at him.

- Ah...

Rubber of whist
to pass the time, is it, folks?

- Poker.

The game's full up.

- That's some, uh,

lively stakes
you're using there.

- I raise.

- Did anybody notice there was
a lawman on the train?

- Most of us don't
take kindly to lawmen.

If you know what I mean.

- Yes, that's why I say.

To be...

to be aware,
on guard, if you will.

- Is that why you're back here?

'Cause the porter's paid
to keep people out.

- Well, as I said,
I'm looking for a friend.

- I call.

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.

- Surely we're not there yet.

- This is my stop.

Say, why don't you come along?

I have a feeling

I can help you find

who you're looking for.

This is one trip
ya gotta pay for.

- Well, I did pay!

I could show you my ticket.

- I'm not talking
about the train.

I'm talking about
the trip to Nowhere.

Looks like your trip...

ends here.

Bryllis!

Leave off.

- Fa--
- Name's Forge!

And don't you forget it.

Now, shut the hell up
and come with me.

- What's your interest here?

- I don't like mess.

And I don't like cleanup.

And don't forget the rules.

- All right, Forge.

I can respect my elders.

- Forge?

- Forge Farrar,

the Iron Scourge, they call me.

Hiya!

Whoa!

On foot from here.

You heard him.
Get the boxes.

- That's a girl...

I think I can talk now.

What are you doing here?

- I came looking for you.

Listen! A lawman was killed
on that train

and he had this on him.

- That's not good.

There's no time to lose
if the police are this close.

- What are you doing here?

- I have to clear my name,
George.

I'm tracking the man
who killed my business partner,

Sidney McCrae.

- So, you didn't do it.

- Of course not!

Sid was a friend!

A banker who was staking
my new project:

A healing spa,

Little Manitou Lake
in Saskatchewan.

- That's your new scheme?

A spa? In Saskatchewan?

- It's the Dead Sea of Canada!

The minerals in the water,

lithium, sulphur, magnesium,

they're therapeutic
for all manner of ailments

of body and mind.

- It does sound nice.

- It's an incredible
opportunity!

Sid was helping to raise
more capital.

It's dreadful
what happened to him.

- What did happen to him?

- Starting to think you two
know one another.

This the friend
you were looking for?

- Yes.

- Oh.

Why didn't you say so?

- Move along.
Nothing to see here.

A grim place to breathe
one's last.

- I was with Mr. Shainsworth
only this morning.

He was in high spirits
of a sort.

- Murder weapon doesn't appear
to have been discarded here.

His trousers are unbuttoned.

I believe he may have stopped

to relieve himself
in this alley.

- He was staying just next door.

- A predilection
of the inebriated, I'm afraid.

- Yes, well, I can attest
he began drinking early today.

All right, then. He...

had his back to his attacker...

when he was struck.

- And if he was intoxicated,
his assailant

would have had the advantage.

I'll pay a visit to his club

to reconstruct his movements.

Huh!

His wallet is here.

It's empty. Do we believe
he was robbed?

- Possibly.

Although I wouldn't rule out
the possibility

of a more personal motive.

- Hm.

- Welcome to Nowhere.

- What is this place?

- A group of prospectors
set it up when

they hit a vein of silver,

or thought they had.

This is mining country up here.

Precious metals are magnetic
for big dreamers.

- I'm surprised the Iron Scourge

is so fond of flights of fancy.

- You'll find I'm full
of surprises.

Most of them nasty.

- Good lord.

What happens now?

- We gotta meet the mayor.

He decides on
who stays and who goes.

- Frank Henshaw.

- This is Buck.

- Buck?

Got a last name?

- Uh, Buck Huck.

Uh, Huckles... Hucklesworth.

Hucklesber-- Huckleberry.

- Well, Mr. Huckleberry--
- Just call me Buck.

- Buck, most current folk
who live here,

ghosts, I call 'em,

are retired, or reformed,

or plain need to disappear

for one reason or another.

And there's rules, too:

No real names,

settle your own scores,

but no killing allowed.

- Well, I think
I can handle that.

- Someone's gotta vouch for you.

- That'd be me.

- Sign here.

- Son, you don't know
what you've walked into here.

But I'm touched
you came looking.

- Well, of course I did.
I was worried.

Why do the police think you
killed your business partner?

- We'd argued. Publicly.

Sid was wavering on our project.

His colleagues were pushing him
into investing

in local real estate instead.

- So, he was backing out?

- Not at all!

In fact, I was going
to meet him to confirm

our deal on the day
he was killed.

But he was dead
when I got to his office,

bludgeoned.

And the timber bonds
he'd promised to invest

were gone.

- Why did you run?

You must have known
how that would look.

- I panicked.

I'd been seen on the way in.

So, I slipped away.

Since then, I've laid low

and traced the bonds to this...

strange place.

- Is that the whole truth?

Well, I know you struggle
with these dark moods.

- It isn't like that.

I've taken the waters
all over the continent

and it has changed my life.

I am changed.

- Then what about
the McCrae file?

The detectives found
your cane in the room

along with your fingermarks
on the murder weapon,

the, the, the stone paperweight.

- Well, certainly.
I'd handled it

on many occasions.

Tyndall Stone,

full of fossils.

A remarkable specimen.

- Yes, well, remarkably deadly,
as it turns out.

There was another set
of unknown fingermarks

on the weapon.

Perhaps we could use that
to identify the real killer,

if we can even find
ourselves a suspect.

- No need.

I've found an ally here.

The manager of the local
drinking hole.

Polly has promised to help me
find the man I'm tracking.

Oh!

You're going to love her!

Buck.

I'd like you to meet Polly.

- Ooh!

- Dorothy?!

- George?

- Father, that's Dorothy Ernst.

She's a murderous psychopath.

She's using you to get to me!

- Father?!

Well, there's no need
to overreact.

Neither of us knew
each other's true identity.

Every ghost in Nowhere
has an alias.

- I don't believe you.
You always said

you weren't finished with me.

- Maybe I'm interested
in starting over.

Amelia's gone.

And though I blame you, George,

the fact is my sister
was very troubled,

and I've put it in the past

and I am committed
to helping Forge.

- Maybe she deserves
a second chance.

- I'm terribly sorry
for your loss.

The finality of death

can sometimes summon
unresolved feelings.

- I know my feelings
for my miserable

louse of a husband very well.

I'm only worried
about telling the children

that they no longer
have a father.

- If I may,

where were you earlier today?

- I was at the suffragist rally
that I helped organize.

I've campaigned for years
to get women the vote

and it can't happen soon enough.

Too much in this world
depends upon the whims of men.

- Feeling better
after a night's sleep?

- No.

Listen, we cannot trust Dorothy.

She is a criminal and a liar.

- So is everyone else
around here.

Besides, Polly at least
already knows who we are,

and she wants to help.

- Help us into an early grave,
more like.

- Ah.
- Look, we could leave

this place now.

You could turn yourself in.

Effie would help
plead your case.

- George, no one will
believe me innocent.

I'm a fugitive.

And I'm the only one

who's absolutely certain
I didn't do it!

I need to find the real killer.

- There's another clue
in the McCrae file.

He had a meeting scheduled
right before

he was to meet with you,

a man by the name
of Eugene Flett.

- The police ever interview him?

- No. They couldn't find him.

- Oh.

- Seems like
a reasonable suspect.

- That's the spirit!

Between the three of us,
we'll get our man.

- The three of us.

- Ugh...

Running a successful
establishment

in a town
that does not exist

is harder than you might think.

- Well, it's a shame about
your business woes.

What about the help
you promised us?

- Patience...

Young Buck.

Ah.

Ghosts who've arrived
in the last three months.

This is Clutch!

He used to be a thief.

Clutch, this is Forge and Buck.

They have some questions
for you.

- Mayor says we're to have
no truck with questions.

- Yes, and as the mayor's
right hand,

I am telling you
to answer anyway.

- Have you spent
any time in Winnipeg?

- Nah.

- What about timber bonds?

Have you seen any
circulating around Nowhere?

- If I had've,

I would've stolen 'em for sure.

That it?

- Well,

that wasn't terribly
enlightening.

- My whip!

- I told you he was a thief.

- Well, now.

If it isn't Forge
and his best bud.

- Just, uh,

cleaning some bullets, are we?

- Polly said to help you.

So start talking.

- We're wondering
if you've spent any time

in Winnipeg, or do you know

if any of the other ghosts have?

- No indeed.

But then I don't ask
a lot of questions.

I like living too much for that.

- I like your hat.

Popular style out west.

- Shot a man for it.

Perhaps he was from out west.

- What about Eugene Flett?

Do you know anybody
by that name?

- What a coincidence.

That was the name of the man
with the hat.

- Hello there.

Are you Yankee?

Yeah.

- I hear you're a former
pickpocket.

- Sure. I been a dipper.

What of it?

- I've always admired
fine finger work.

- You know,

real hard to make a living

once the coppers
know your face.

You're always running.

- I wondered did you know
a friend of mine,

name of Sid, out in the 'Peg.

- Nah, I ain't never
been out west.

Terrific.

Marvellous! Would you show me?

- Well, you must have dipped
some interesting things

here in Nowhere.

- Nah. Not much scratch
around these parts.

Though I, uh,
almost lifted some, uh,

funny-looking paper money
from Mayor Henshaw this week.

Lumber bonds, or some such.

- Thank you so much.

- So, we know that
the murder occurred

shortly after Mrs. Shainsworth

learned where her husband
was staying.

Julia told me
that Mrs. Shainsworth

did not meet up
with the suffragette delegation,

even though she was meant
to lead it.

- But she was seen
at the men's club.

Apparently, she pushed
past the doorman

and argued with her husband
before being ejected.

Shainsworth himself
left shortly thereafter.

- Perhaps he went straight back
to his lodgings

where he was accosted
by someone in the alley.

- A someone named
Mrs. Shainsworth?

- Let's see what Mayor Henshaw

has to say about
these timber bonds.

- I don't see how Henshaw
could have killed Sid.

I thought he'd been here
for years.

- Mayor?

Mayor Henshaw!

He's dead.
- What?!

- Hey!

What did you do to the mayor?!

Hey!

Hey, they killed 'im!

You'll pay for this.

- I thought there was
no killin' in Nowhere!

- Hey! What the...

- That's Forge's whip
around his neck!

- This is what Mayor Henshaw
didn't want,

another lawless town
of bandits settling scores.

- You're making a mistake.

- We're innocent
and we can prove it.

- He's the one who stole
Forge's whip.

- Nah. We got eyes,
we see what's what.

I'll show you what
it means to be a ghost.

- Wait!

Wait! Wait a minute!
Wh-what about the rule?

No killing in Nowhere!

- Hey! Hey!

Hands off these two!

By order of the mayor.

Go!

You're welcome.

Let's go. Inside.

- She planned this.

She planned to kill Henshaw
so she could blame us.

It seems sheer luck that you
were after the same person.

- Polly couldn't have
overpowered Henshaw.

Anyone here could have done it!

Have you ever considered
she might truly be reformed?

- Father, you don't understand
the half of it.

This woman
is rotten to the core.

The things that she has done
to me!

The things she has done
to my wife!

Her brain i-i-is broken.

- Is that what you think of me?

People can heal.

They can learn.

Are you honestly telling me

you think people are incapable
of change, George?

- I was going to fingermark
that whip.

- Oops!

- I know you're behind this.

- It is flattering

how much credit you give me!

- Now, Polly was with us
nearly the whole time.

- Nearly being
the operative word.

- I'm not guilty of anything.

Have a look around.

As much as you like.

- Please tell me
where you went

after you confronted
your husband at the men's club.

Did you wait for him
outside of his lodgings?

- No. I went home alone

to see which of my belongings

I could sell
to make up the rent.

- I hope for your sake

that you're telling me
the truth.

But I have a feeling
that you haven't finished

lying to me yet.

- May I have a moment alone
with my client, please?

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Be honest so I can help you.

- I can't.

- It's not a match.

Mayor Henshaw's fingermarks
don't match those

on the paperweight
that killed Sidney McCrae.

So your friend's killer
is still out there.

- Then how did Henshaw
get hold of the timber bonds?

- Maybe Yankee lied to us.

At Dorothy's behest.

- If Polly...

Dorothy...

really did kill the mayor,

then I've put you
in terrible danger.

You should go.

- I'm not leaving you.

- I don't deserve your help.

I should have listened.
I should have believed you.

- It's not your fault.
She's fooled many people.

And I came to help you whether
you were innocent or not.

That's what family does.

- You'll make a fine father
one day, George.

The kind I wish
I'd been for you.

- Thank you.

We have the fingermarks
for whoever killed McCrae.

If there was just some way

to check them against
every suspect in town.

- I've got an idea.

You must be preoccupied
with mayoral matters now.

It's a shame you're tied
to the bar all night.

- It's impossible to find
good help around here.

- Well, I'd like to buy
the entire bar a drink!

- I'll play barman
for the evening.

I am grateful that you came
to our defense earlier.

- I'll help, too.

I'm going to need a new trade
if I stick around.

- Wait! You're staying?

- Yeah.

- Well, it suits me fine.

Just, um...

make sure you water
down the drinks,

or else it'll cost me
in chairs.

- There you are, sir.
- Thank you.

- Sit with us, Forge.

- Don't mind if I do.

What are we celebrating?

- Ah, there's a mill
next railway town.

Shut down without enough
folks to run it.

- I thought we could get it
going,

get some jobs
for folks around here.

- Remarkable.

- I'm done messin' with the law.

I just want to live in peace.

- As do we all!

- I hear ya.

- You know, the first of us
in Nowhere

were cons runnin' off
from work gangs.

- Escaped prisoners?

- Forced to build the railway.

- Nowhere is a fascinating
experiment.

Freedom, self-governance,

and a potential means

of peaceable industry
and rehabilitation.

- Whaddya know about all that?

- I've dabbled
in city planning myself,

imagining new ways of living

and bringing people together.

Of course...

I had to cut down
any bureaucrat

that got in my way.

If they said,
"Show me your permit,"

I said, "Permit me
to introduce you

to my business partner,
Mr. Colt."

- Please tell the detective
what you just told me.

- I didn't kill Herman.

But there is something
I haven't confessed...

Our marriage wasn't legal.

- Oh?

- Mr. Shainsworth walked out

on his previous wife years ago.

But he didn't divorce her.

- And with Herman dead,
I stood to collect nothing,

not to mention the damage
to my reputation.

- Why did you persist
in the arrangement?

- I was young,

and I fancied myself in love.

And before long,
I had children to protect.

- I'll look into who else
may have had motive to harm him.

- Perhaps someone at his work?

- I've heard the stock exchange
can be a cutthroat business.

- It's true.

But Herman had a talent
for making enemies everywhere.

- Imagine a saltwater lake,

fed by an underground spring.

The water is full of minerals.

Have you ever been swimming
in a saltwater lake?

You actually float!

It's a bit of heaven on Earth.

- I found a match. It's Bryllis.

He's the one who killed McCrae.

- He's gone.

We can get him in the morning.

I'm afraid I've...

I've had a few too many
sips tonight.

- I thought you only ever
pretended to drink.

- There's no fooling this crowd.

Good night.

- She's known all along.

- Huh?

- She knew.

Contrary to what
she told you,

Dorothy Ernst has known
who you really are all along!

- Oh.

- The woman who I spoke to
on the telephone,

she said she was your assistant.

She said her name
was Aileen Smart.

- Aileen Smart?

I don't know anyone
by that name.

I never told a soul
I was coming.

- This is the last time
you threaten me

or anybody I care about.

- What are you so worked up
about, George?

I'm not threatening anyone.

I'm working.

- You lured me here. To Nowhere.

- Weren't you looking
for your father?

Weren't you concerned for him?

I could have hardly have
given you my real name;

you would not have believed me.

- Don't...

Don't twist things around.

- What are you going to do?
Are you going to kill me?

- Of course not.

But I am going
to bring you to justice.

- Ah!
- Ah!

- George!

- Sorry, Daddy.

Too late.

- How long have you known
who I really am?

- A few weeks.

I knew Bryllis killed
your partner in Winnipeg.

His real name is Eugene.

He was trying to sell land
to your friend.

- And Sid didn't want it.

- Oh, if it even existed.

Bryllis went in with a con;
saw a chance to score.

All those bonds.

You see,

I know everything...

that happens in this town.

Including the fact
that there's silver to be found.

- I thought there was no silver.

- Well, the first prospectors
gave up too soon.

This town...

...has the potential

to be something!

And I'm going to be
in the centre of it all.

- Is that why you killed
Mayor Henshaw?

He wouldn't step down for you?

- Oh, you know me so well,
Georgie.

But, no. I did not kill Henshaw.

Bryllis took care of it.

- Did he kill the Winnipeg
lawman on the train, as well?

- Probably.

He is a bit of a brute.

But really!

The nerve of Henshaw

trying to cling to power

and refusing my generous bribe
of timber bonds.

Oh...

Bryllis shared everything
when he fell in love.

I'm a little bit like George,
you see.

I have a gift...

for making people
obsessed with me.

You still with that lawyer?

- Don't even say her name.

- Effie!

Oh-ah! Effie! Effie! Effie!

It's a shame she won't
be here to see me kill you.

Your father will just
have to watch instead,

which is also a shame.

'Cause I really liked you,
Me Old George.

- Then...

...humour me, Dorothy.

Why don't you two
take this outside?

Make it a real duel!

It's almost dawn.

Give the boy a fighting chance.

Aren't you the mayor now?

Show these ghosts your power!

And your fairness.

- That... is an amazing idea.

Pistols at dawn!

- I will reload the weapons.

You will, will you?

- Dueling rules
still apply, after all.

I am the only second here,
but you can watch me do it.

Right.

- I can't shoot the woman
in cold blood.

- Maybe not,

but one chance
is better than none.

I truly admire your vision
for Nowhere.

I've always been one
for building things.

- Hm.

- The world never goes easy
on dreamers.

And even harder on women,
I'd guess.

- Charmed.

- Right.

You know what to do, my son.

- ...if you think of anything.

- I managed to find a broker
who recognized the photograph.

He says Shainsworth
was dismissed from his firm

weeks ago and he asked
if he owed me money, as well.

- Shainsworth had other debts?

- It appears so.

Some of his creditors
came calling

and they weren't happy.

- So, he had other enemies
beside his wife,

but if his creditors
came looking for him here...

- That means they didn't know
where he was staying.

- Who else knew of his
temporary lodging site?

Mr. Mupps.

- Detectives.

You keep showing up here.

Looking for
a membership sponsor?

- Oh, I don't think this
is a club we'd care to join.

- I understand you like
to extend favours

from time to time, Mr. Mupps?

You loaned a great deal of money
to Mr. Shainsworth.

What of it?

He'd lost money
on the market, including mine.

He said with some more,
he could get it all back.

But he didn't.

- You wanted repayment.

You overheard me trying to get
funds out of him for his family.

- And you feared Shainsworth
would soon be repaying

other debts before yours,

and tried to move
to the front of the line.

- No. No, sirs.

- Ah! Perhaps you lost
your temper

when you learned
there was little hope

of getting your money back.
- No!

- You overheard
where he was staying.

You waited for him
outside of his lodgings

and when he stepped
into the alley,

you attacked him.

You are under arrest, Mr. Mupps.

- I will drop this kerchief
on the count of three.

That will be the signal to fire.

One...

Two...
- Ha!

No! No!

No! No! N--

What about honour?!

- You're looking in the wrong
place for that, Dorothy.

This is Nowhere, remember?

- No, no, no.

- Tie her up.
- Wha...? No!

Oh, my God.

- You were never
in any real danger.

- You took her bullets using
Yankee's sleight-of-hand trick.

- I'm a man of many talents.

Right now we have to get
to the train

and get Dorothy to justice.

- What about Bryllis?

- We'll have the authorities
return for him.

Right now,
the most important thing

is to get this menace
of a woman behind bars.

- Agreed.

Thank you, lover!

- We have to get out of here.

- Just leave her. Go, go!

- The wagon!

I'll buy us some time!

- Pardon me.

- Go! Go, go, go!

- What a terribly
terrific escape!

Ha!

- The town
is completely deserted.

Anyone that was there
is long gone.

But they'll find them.

- Thank you, Detective.

And I appreciate you liaising
with the Winnipeg Police Force.

- Well, the evidence
of the fingermarked glass

and the sworn affidavit
of one Constable George Crabtree

was what was needed
to convince them.

- I've even communicated
with the bank

that issued the timber bonds,

and Sid had already
put them in my name.

- So he truly did believe
in the project.

- Of course.

And there's still a good
sum remaining.

I'm off to Saskatchewan
to take the waters

and to get this spa
off the ground.

- Well, best of luck.

I suppose it'll be a while
before I see you again?

- Hard to say.

We Crabtrees could hardly be
called predictable.

You keep yourself
out of trouble, now.

- I'll take that
as a solemn order, son.

Farewell.
- George!

- Effie!

- Perhaps we should
leave these two alone.

- I am never letting you
out of my sight again.

- Oh, don't worry.
I'm not going nowhere.