All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S04E07 - Confederate Treasure (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

Good morning, Constable.

- George, what have you?
- A skeleton, sir.

Yes, thank you, Constable.

- The circumstances?
- Yes, of course, sir.

The workers were digging
this pit here.

They found this poor chap
about 15 feet down.

They should have left
the body where it lay,

but time is money,
I suppose.

Indeed.

I'd say he's been
down there some time, sir.

Mm, yes.
About 30 years or so, I'd say.

30 years?

Yes, he was buried
under a landfill.

If I'm not mistaken,

there were once docks here
for passenger boats.

Interesting.

Perhaps he was
expecting trouble.

Indeed.

His pocket flask
has held up well.

And, sir, it appears
those chains

were wrapped around
his entire body.

In that case, George,
however he went into the water,

I'd say it's safe to assume

someone didn't want him
coming back up.

A Philadelphia Deringer
manufactured in 1862,

the same type of gun
used to kill Abraham Lincoln.

When was the dock filled in?

1865.

So our man was murdered
between '62 and '65.

That's 35 years ago.

Probably just some rummy
who got rolled.

This flask is full.

Oh!
Bloody gin!

It's filled to the top.

This is a five-ounce flask.

So?

There are only
four ounces in it.

Oh, my.

Well, how about that?

"Jerod Hampson
and Lynden Grove."

"Mr. Shanly is to be entrusted
under my authority

to oversee this cargo."

Which cargo?

And what did this key open?

I have no idea, sir,

but this is signed
by a John A. Macdonald.

The old prime minister?

Our first prime minister, sir.

It would appear that this victim
of ours isn't just some rummy.

Sir, I love
secret compartments.

They're so mysterious.

I'm thinking about putting
a secret compartment in my book.

I mean, in the story,

not a secret compartment
in the actual...

Sir, a secret compartment
in the actual book!

Think about it;
you could hide a...

a smaller book.

George, why don't you see if
Jerod Hampson and Lynden Grove

are included
in the census records?

Yes, sir.
Sir, what's this key for?

I don't know yet, George.

Sir, do you think
this note was signed

by the John A. Macdonald?

Well, I have no reason
to believe it wasn't.

I hear he was something
of a tragic figure, sir.

He had a sickly wife
who was addicted to opium.

His younger brother
was murdered,

and, of course, he himself, sir,
was a bit of a--

Run along now, George,

and see if you can find
any newspaper reports

on Shanly's disappearance

and if he had any dealings
with Macdonald.

Yes, sir.
Right away.

Any initial impressions,
Doctor?

Actually, I have discovered
something of interest.

The lateral section
of the fourth rib

had a deep scratch,

suggesting an encounter
with a knife.

Could that be
the cause of death?

I can only say that at
some point in this man's life,

he was stabbed.

Knife entered the ribs

just below the right armpit
by what appears to have been

a slight upper thrust.

But, yes, it likely killed him.

I find that an odd location--
beneath the arm.

Shake my hand.

Interesting.

Yes, that could be
how it happened.

Yes, which would imply
that the killer was left-handed.

Very good, Julia.

Was there anything else?

This is a pile of bones,
William.

Consider yourself lucky
we found what we did.

Yes, of course.

Sir, I'm afraid
there's no record

of a Jerod Hampson
or a Lynden Grove

pre-dating 1861.

However, I do think
we've found Mr. Shanly.

He disappeared
October 22, 1864.

The Minister of Defense?

Top toff then was he?

Which begs the question,

how does a minister
in the Canadian government

end up being chucked
into Toronto Harbor?

Actually, sir,
"begging the question" is a term

for a logical fallacy in which
the proposition to be proved

is assumed in the premise.

It's not a question
that begs to be asked?

No.

Then why the hell
do they call it that?

I don't know.

So how do you intend
to proceed?

Well, sir, I believe I'll
start with Mr. Shanly's widow.

Mortimer just dropped
off the face of the earth.

I'd assumed he'd met
some unkind fate, of course.

Do you have any idea
what he might have been doing

down at the docks?

None.

As far as I knew,
he was in Quebec City,

where parliament
was in session.

Did he have any enemies?

He was in politics.

Ones that may have
wished him harm?

Mortimer was obsessed with
the idea that the Union Army

would attack Canada
when the South was defeated.

Ah, yes,
a common fear at the time,

one of the reasons
for Canadian confederation.

Morty was convinced
that the Union government

was spying on him.

They may very well have been.

He was the Minister of Militia
and Defense, after all.

Well, do you think
that's who killed him then?

The Americans?

It's much too early to say
for certain, Mrs. Shanly.

Well,
please keep me informed.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got to make plans
to bury my husband.

Detective Murdoch,
I presume?

Yes.

Carson Turner,
Toronto Gazette.

Any developments
on the Shanly case?

Not as yet.

And now is certainly
not the time.

Was anything recovered
from the body?

A letter from
John A. Macdonald, perhaps?

I'm not at liberty to discuss
matters of evidence.

Do you deny finding
such a letter?

I won't confirm
or deny anything

until I've concluded
my investigation.

Mr. Turner, was it?

Thank you for your time.

Good day.

George.

Rather a small turnout.

Have you spoken
with everyone?

Yes, sir, mostly friends
and professional acquaintances.

I have all their names
and addresses.

Very good.

Sir, an old friend of ours
is here today.

An old friend?

Terrence Meyers.

We are gathered here today to
mark the passing of Mortimer--

So, sir, clockwise
from this chap nearest us,

we have Colonel Grodin...

- Army man?
- Yes, sir, American Civil War.

Oh, which side?

The South.
Told me twice.

He's living
in St. Catharines now.

What's his relationship
to the deceased?

Friends, apparently.

And next to him,
you have Lawrence Cheevers.

Now, that's Shanly's
old secretary,

now working for
the government of Ontario.

Over here, standing next
to the widow and her family,

Bertrand Jacobson,
another friend.

Now lives in Toronto.

He maketh me to lay down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me towards water.
He restores my soul.

He leadeth me in the path
of righteousness.

For his name's sake.
Amen.

Amen.

He is at peace.

Let me walk you
to your carriage.

- Detective.
- Mr. Meyers.

Is there any point
in asking you

what your connection is
to this case?

Hmm.
Well, let's see.

Shanly was Minister
of Militia and Defense.

I work for the Ministry
of Militia and Defense?

Mm, and are you here

to scuttle my investigation
once again?

Oh, it's too late for that.
Cat's already out of the bag.

Public demands
an investigation.

But it's gonna be
on my terms.

There are issues of national
security involved here.

Aren't there always?

I want you to keep me apprised
of any developments whatsoever.

Call me at this number,

and I'll be at the station
within the hour.

Oh, and if you're approached
by this man,

say nothing,
and inform me immediately.

I was already approached
by him.

His name is Turner.
He's a reporter for the Gazette.

Reporter.

His real name is Allen Clegg.

He's an attaché
with the American consulate,

ergo a spy.

What did he want?

He wanted to know if a letter
from Sir John A. Macdonald

had been found
with Mr. Shanly's remains.

Uh-huh.
What did you tell him?

Nothing.

This letter must never be
mentioned to anyone,

especially Clegg.

What's the significance
of the letter?

Well, there is no letter.

You didn't find one, did you?

What did you find, Murdoch?

- A pistol and a flask.
- Uh-huh.

Anything else?

The contents of the flask.

Well, that's not surprising.

Shanly had a fondness
for the bottle,

not by Macdonald's standards,
but...

anyway...

remember, Detective,

any developments.

Meyers, eh?

This Shanly business

must have rattled a few closets
in Ottawa,

all over this little note.

Well, I didn't
give it to him, sir.

He likely would have confiscated
the only evidence we had.

Careful, Murdoch.

Meyers has threatened us
with treason before

for keeping secrets
from him.

Sirs, according
to Shanly's schedule,

he canceled all appointments
on October 21st and 22nd, 1864.

He disappeared on the 22nd.

Well, something
must have been up.

Also, he seems to have had
quite a few meetings

with the Secretariat
of the Treasury

in the weeks leading up
to his disappearance,

a Frederick Norton.

Is he still alive
and kicking?

No, sir, I checked.
He died ten years back.

But Shanly's secretary

might know something
of these meetings.

He's still alive.
He was at the funeral today.

Mr. Cheevers.

I don't know why Mr. Shanly
was in Toronto.

No one told me anything.

According to
his appointment book,

Mr. Shanly had no less
than six meetings

with the Secretariat
of the Treasury

in the weeks leading up
to his death.

What was discussed
in those meetings?

I'm afraid I wasn't privy
to those meetings either.

But you were aware of them?

Well, they later became the
subject of some c-c-controversy.

Why is that?

A rumor circulated that
gold bullion had been removed

from the Treasury the day
Mr. Shanly disappeared.

Oh?
How much?

A million dollars' worth.

There was a flurry of activity
in both ministries,

police c-c-confiscating files
and such.

And then suddenly,
everything was fine.

An accounting error,
apparently.

Sorry to interrupt, sir,
but there's been a development.

Sir.

George.

Do you think it's coincidence
that Mr. Shanly's good friend

Bertrand Jacobson is now
lying here shot to death?

- I wouldn't say, sir.
- No.

It would appear our case
from the past

has taken a detour
into the present.

Sir, Mrs. Jacobson said
she surprised the killer

going through
her husband's desk drawers.

She's confident
she would recognize him

if she saw him again.

Very good.

Sir, the weapon lies here
as we found it.

- Cap and ball revolver.
- Yes, sir.

I haven't seen one of those
since my training day.

Training day?

It's been fired recently.

This was standard issue
for the Confederate Army.

Colonel Grodin was
a Confederate soldier.

Sir, what I find
a great coincidence

is that two men
killed 35 years apart

both have a wound to this
unusual part of the body.

Yes, how does one get shot
in the underarm?

One thing I thought of, sir,

was that perhaps
it's a defensive wound.

Perhaps he raised his arm
thusly, exposing his underarm?

Meaning he knew
the shot was coming.

George, perhaps the contents
of Mr. Jacobson's desk drawers

will tell us what the killer
was searching for.

I'll pack them up
straightaway, sir.

It's such a shock.

Bertie and I had been together
for 34 years.

Since I was 18.

You met him in 1864?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mrs. Jacobson.

Did you know him
on October 22nd of that year?

Why, no.

That was the day
before I met him.

How is it
the two of you met?

Oh, it was...

like a miracle, really.

He washed up at my family's
cottage on Toronto Island.

That's unusual,
to say the least.

He'd fallen off
a fishing boat.

He was near dead and frozen
by the time we found him.

I nursed him back to health.

He was a good man.

Brave too.

He almost died in that lake,

yet he went back out fishing
every Sunday.

Mrs. Jacobson,
what do you know

about your husband's life
prior to him meeting you?

I know he was an American,
born and raised in Virginia.

Did he fight
in the American Civil War?

- Yes, he did.
- For which side?

Both.

He was drafted
into the Union Army,

but he switched sides.

- And do you know why?
- No, I don't.

He didn't like to talk about
his past, especially the war.

Yes.

According to your statement
to my constable,

you got a good look
at the killer before he fled.

Can you describe him?

Dark hair, high forehead,

um, not very tall.

Is this the man you saw?

That's him!

That's definitely him.

Sir, Allen Clegg
is on his way.

Look what I've just found
in Jacobson's files.

Elvira May.

Who's Elvira May?

Not who, sir,
but what.

Have a look.

Elvira May was a steamboat?

A steamboat that sank
on October 22, 1864,

one day before Jacobson
washed ashore on Toronto Island.

Bertrand Jacobson claims to have
fallen off of a fishing boat,

and he washed up on shore
the day after

the Elvira May went missing.

Jacobson knew Mortimer Shanly.

Shanly was killed on the docks.

How does Shanly connect
to the Elvira May?

Where was
the Elvira May going?

According to the papers,
it was commissioned

to go to St. Catharines.

George, we know someone
from St. Catharines.

Colonel Grodin.

Yes, I knew Jacobson.

We both fought the war
for Southern independence.

You mean the Civil War?

There was nothing civil

about what those Yankee bastards
did to my home.

How did you come to know
Jacobson?

We broke out of a Union prison
in Ohio and headed north.

We found a home
for ourselves here.

Jacobson carried on to Toronto,
and I settled in St. Catharines.

Yes, St. Catharines.

That was the destination
of the Elvira May, yes?

You're familiar with that name?

Of course I am.

Jacobson was on the boat.

Oh, I think it's more
than that, Colonel.

I believe that boat
was on some kind of mission

involving a special cargo,

and I think Mr. Shanly
was also involved.

He was.

In fact,
until a day or two ago,

I believed he had gone down
with that boat too.

Shanly and Jacobson were
on their way to see you?

Yes.

Why?

We...

we had business.

What kind of business?

I'm afraid I made a promise
never to breathe a word of that.

A promise to Shanly?

He died 34 years ago.

It's a question of honor.

A Southern gentleman
keeps his promises.

- Sir?
- Yes, George?

Allen Clegg is here.

Mr. Turner, how are things
at the Toronto Gazette?

I apologize for
deceiving you, Detective.

Where were you yesterday
at about half past 2:00?

I was at
Bert Jacobson's house.

You admit it?

The truth is, Jacobson
was dead by the time I arrived.

But instead of reporting
to the police

that a man had been murdered,

you rifled through
his desk drawers?

I would have preferred to talk
to him personally, but...

What were you looking for?

Information...

on a boat that sank
34 years ago.

The Elvira May.

Do you know what cargo
it was carrying?

I have my suspicions,
but by all means.

The Elvira May was hired
by Mortimer Shanly

to transport four strongboxes
of gold bullion

from the government reserves
in Kingston

to a Confederate agent
in St. Catharines.

To what end?

You have to ask?

Your government supported
the Confederate states.

Sir, Canada was neutral
during the Civil War.

Nobody's neutral, Detective.

Everyone has an agenda.

Canada's was the breakup
of the American Union.

You were under
specific instructions

not to talk to that man!

That man is the lead suspect
in a murder investigation.

He has diplomatic immunity.

We still need to know
what happened.

This investigation
is now over, gentlemen.

I don't think so,
Mr. Meyers.

I beg your pardon.

We live in a democracy, pal.

You want to shut down
this investigation,

show us
your letter of authority.

And while you're at it,
tell us about Shanly,

the missing gold, and the letter
from John A. Macdonald.

There is no letter.

I found it.

And I want to know
what it means.

Where is it?

Where you can't get
your grubby little hands on it.

4179.

It's Meyers here.
Put him on.

Yes, sir.
It's as we feared, I'm afraid.

No, sir, I think
you'd better come to us.

Thank you, sir.

That was my boss.

And he's coming
to speak to you.

I tell you, lads,
this year the Stanley Cup

goes to the Ottawa Capitals.

They've just acquired
this brilliant chap

from the Rat Portage Thistles.

He used to play cover point.

I'm here to speak
with Detective Murdoch.

- Bloody hell!
- Ah.

Gentlemen, allow me to introduce
Sir Wilfrid Laurier.

- Prime Minister.
- Sir.

Gentlemen, we need to talk.

Yes, this is
Sir John's handwriting.

Then this note
must be destroyed.

But it has
evidentiary value.

Murdoch, if the Americans
were to get their hands on this,

it would mean
the end of Canada.

Apologies, Prime Minister,
but what the hell is going on?

- Inspector, we have to--
- Gentlemen.

Now, have either of you
heard of the Copperheads?

A loose assortment
of Confederate-leaning renegades

who sought to end
the American Civil War,

I believe.

Yes, they also sought
to create

a second breakaway republic
in the American Northwest.

Now, you can see the benefits
to Canada in such a scenario.

An American republic
divided into three parts

would be vastly weaker.

So it's true then?

The Canadian Government

conspired to fund
the Confederacy?

Elements of the government
conspired,

namely Shanly
and Frederick Norton.

The Secretariat
of the Treasury?

Shanly arranged
to steal gold bullion

from government reserves

and transport it
to a Confederate agent.

But surely even
the Minister of Defense

can't simply walk
into the Treasury

and check out a million dollars
in gold bullion.

No, it would have to be
transferred

according to
a strict protocol.

Overriding protocol required
a special letter of authority

from the highest office
in the land.

Why would John A. Macdonald
write such a letter?

Shanly lied to him.

He told him a Canadian soldier
was killed

taking part
in a Confederate raid

into Vermont
from Canadian soil.

- The St. Albans Raid, sir.
- Oh.

The Americans were
already furious about that.

Macdonald knew if
a Canadian soldier was involved,

it would have meant war.

Shanly claimed
the soldier's body

was smuggled back
across the border

but that Union spies
had gotten wind of it.

So he requested
the letter of authority

to escort the casket home

to ensure the spies
didn't intercept the body.

- But there was no dead soldier.
- No.

It was all a ruse to obtain
the letter of authority.

Which Shanly then used
to transport gold bullion

to the Confederates instead.

So who killed Shanly?

We have no idea.

Whatever became of the gold,

the Americans
must never find it.

It's proof

of a Canadian-Confederate
conspiracy.

The war that would provoke
would destroy the Dominion.

But, sir,
it was 34 years ago.

McKinley's administration
has already attacked Spain

on the slimmest pretext.

Now, on the verge of victory,
they'll be itching for more.

We can't give them an excuse.

Well, if it's of any help,
Prime Minister,

I believe I know
where the gold is.

I believe this map is what
Allen Clegg was searching for

at Bertrand Jacobson's house.

Clegg told me that Shanly
loaded the gold into strongboxes

and shipped them aboard
a steamer called the Elvira May,

headed for St. Catharines.

So the Confederate agent
was to receive the gold there?

Yes, sir.
But the Elvira May sank.

Jacobson's wife told me that he
went out fishing every Sunday,

probably dragging his nets
for the Elvira May.

I believe the shaded area here
represents the section

where Jacobson thought
the boat sank.

Those are American waters,
less than, what,

ten miles from their shores?

Why would the Elvira May
end up in American waters

if she was destined
for St. Catharines?

Maybe Jacobson
had the location wrong.

It's possible.

I don't know what
we're worried about.

No one's going to find
a sunken boat

in a circle five miles wide.

Well, sir,
at that shallow depth,

a convoy of fishing boats
dragging their nets

would eventually snag on it.

So if the Americans are bent
on finding this, they will.

That means
we have to find it first.

Sir, surely we can't send
a convoy of our boats

into their waters.

There may be another way.

It would involve
some untried science,

but I think it could work.

Murdoch,
I am loathe to say this,

but I'm listening.

I'll need
some special equipment

and some time,
Prime Minister.

Not too much time,
Detective.

Sir.

Everything we see
is the result of light waves

being reflected off of
the surface of any given object.

Unfortunately, light waves don't
travel very far underwater,

but sound waves do,
and the same principle applies.

We call it an echo.

So it stands to reason
that if we were to send

strong pulses of sound
from our source here,

any that hit a hard,
vertical surface

will be reflected back

and detected
by our microphone here.

Up to what distance?

By my calculations,
up to one mile.

And since sound travels
at a fixed rate of speed,

by continuously measuring
the amount of time it takes

for the waves to be reflected
back to the microphone,

we can determine the distance
to the sunken vessel.

To that end,
I have built...

the Graphizer.

Hm.

As the sound pulses are
collected by the microphone,

they are then converted
to electrical pulses,

which move the needle
and mark the paper.

Let me try that.

Hah!

You can see my voice.

Very good, sir.

So when is this to happen?

Constable Crabtree
has secured a fishing vessel.

We sail tonight.

I can't see a bloody thing.

Sir, how can you tell
where we are?

At a fixed bearing and speed,
location is a function of time.

Okay, so where are we?

We're entering our range.

Right then, George.
Put the microphone in the water.

Aye, aye, sir.

Aye, aye?

I'm just trying to get into

the nautical spirit
of things, sir.

Needle's moving already.

It's capturing the sound
of the motors, sir.

What the hell was that?

That's our source sound.

I've rigged it belowdecks
to sound automatically.

Ah.

Suppose the Americans proved
that we tried

to fund the Confederates
and these Copperheads.

Do you really think they'd up
and march across the border?

Probably not
how it would happen.

A bully doesn't
pick a fight with a punch.

He provokes it with an insult.

Most fistfights start
with a shoving match.

Exactly.

And then they would demand
an apology.

If we gave them one,
we'd be admitting guilt.

The yellow press
would demand punitive action.

Any further denial would be
viewed as fresh provocation,

and so it would go.

Until they're marching
across the border.

Oh, make no mistakes.
They'd hand us our heads.

I think we've got something.

Murdoch!

Cut the engines!

50 yards and closing.

George, time for you
to put on your diving suit.

Sir.

How do we know it's the
Elvira May that's down there?

We don't, sir.

- Ready, Crabtree?
- Sir.

- Good luck.
- Ow!

Thank you, sir.

I'll fasten the helmet.

Now, George,
you remember the signals?

Yes, sir.

When you find the boat?

- One bell.
- Good.

And when you locate
the strongboxes?

- Two.
- Very good.

Now, remember,
it's only 100 feet,

but the pressure
will be tremendous.

Don't hold your breath
on the way back up.

Yes, sir.

Right then.
Skipper.

All right.
Take it down.

He's found the boat.

Bloody hell, he's found
the strongboxes too.

Bring him up, skipper.

Are you all right, George?

I'm all right.

I found it!

At least we found the gold
before the Yanks.

Sir, we're picking up a sound.

Something's coming
right at us.

You are in American waters!

Prepare to be towed to port!

Bloody hell.

- Meyers.
- Clegg.

We meet again,
as they say.

Open the strongbox.

We don't have the key.

Drill the lock.
We'll blow it.

Stand back.
Shield your eyes.

Bricks.

Nothing but damn bricks!

I wasn't sure that the Yanks

weren't going
to lock us up anyway.

We're not made of gold,
Inspector.

It's that simple.

But that look on Clegg's face.

What I don't understand,
though, is,

how did 240 pounds
of bullion turn into bricks?

Maybe there never was
any bullion.

No, one thing we know
for certain is,

$1 million worth
was removed from the Treasury.

If it helps, sirs,

I think I know how
the Elvira May went down.

How?

There was a great hole
in the hull, sir.

That's how I was able to locate
the strongboxes so easily.

Do you think
she hit something?

I don't think so, sir.

The hole was
splintered outward.

One of the boxes seemed
to be blown apart.

So there must have been
a bomb in that box.

But who set it?

And what happened
to the bloody gold?

According to records,
four strongboxes,

each containing
60 pounds of gold,

were removed from
the Treasury in Kingston,

then taken to the train
in an armored wagon.

What then?

The strongboxes
were placed in a safe

to which only the rail guard
knew the combination.

The key to the strongboxes

was then entrusted
to Mortimer Shanly

after he showed
the letter of authority

to the Treasury officials.

Then the strongboxes
were accompanied

by Shanly
and the rail guard

until the train
reached Union Station.

Could Shanly have stolen
the gold after that?

Unlikely.

Why would Shanly
put the strongboxes

on board the Elvira May

if he had already
removed the gold?

Sirs, the rail guard
from Grand Trunk

who oversaw the shipment
is here.

Ah.

Were you guarding
the baggage car the whole time?

Most of the time.

Mr. Shanly told me
to get dinner at one point.

Then about Port Hope, I came
down with a case of potty trots.

But there was always
someone there.

We all took our turns.

All?

Me, Shanly,
and the other guy.

What other guy?

I don't remember his name.

Do you remember anything
specific about him?

He was nice.

Shared some of his
candy treats with me.

We talked a bit.

As I recall,
he had a bit of a stutter.

Mr. Shanly intended to c-claim
ministerial prerogative,

but this was always
of questionable legality.

- So you didn't steal the gold?
- How could I?

It was locked up in that safe.

I didn't have
the c-combination.

But the safe was opened while
you were in the baggage car.

You could have noted
the combination, Mr. Cheevers.

There was a guard
at all times.

Mr. Shanly was there.

They didn't leave
to have dinner?

And I believe you fed
the guard laxatives

in the form of candy.

No, Mr. Cheevers, I believe
there was a period of time

when you were alone
in that baggage car.

And a time when Shanly
was alone in there.

He stole the gold.

No, sir.
It was you.

When Shanly and the guard
were gone,

you opened the safe

and removed the strongboxes
filled with the gold.

You then replaced
those strongboxes

with identical ones
filled with bricks.

You then took the original
strongboxes filled with the gold

and put them back
in the shipping crate.

Bravo, Detective.

You make it sound s-so easy,
I almost wish I'd done it.

Do you really think that
I'd have spent the last 34 years

in a boring government job

if I had $1 million of gold
at my d-d-disposal?

Sir,

we've struck gold,
so to speak.

We found these
in Cheevers' basement.

I see you've been
to my house.

You sawed through the boxes
once you got them home.

What choice did I have?

That's right.

Mr. Shanly had the key
to these strongboxes.

You have the key
to these boxes?

Why not put your theory
to the test?

These bars are
made of lead.

Disappointing, isn't it?

Try s-s-sawing through them
for two weeks

and see how you feel.

And then try doing it again,

just in case the first
was an anomaly.

I obviously
didn't steal any gold.

So what's the charge?

Murder.

Murder?

I-I didn't kill Shanly.

I was nowhere near
the d-docks that night.

Perhaps, but in order
for your plan to work,

you needed Shanly
to disappear permanently.

That's why you loaded
a strongbox with a time bomb,

believing Shanly would sail
on the Elvira May.

You have no evidence.

We found one
of the strongboxes

blown apart
on the lake floor.

People died when the Elvira May
went down, Mr. Cheevers.

First bricks, now lead.
Where's the bloody gold?

Could a rail guard
have taken it?

No, I believe
it was Mr. Shanly.

But you said it wasn't him.

Yes, I know, sir.

At first, I thought
it didn't make sense

that Shanly
would knowingly ship

the strongboxes
filled with bricks.

But it makes perfect sense

if he thought his mission
was compromised.

You think he knew
that Cheevers

was going to make a play
for the gold?

- Not Cheevers.
- A spy.

Right?

He thought an American spy
was on to the plan.

And what better way
to flush out a spy

than to go ahead with the plan
as intended

but substitute
the lead bars for gold.

Stash the gold
somewhere safe,

get it to the Confederates
another day.

Where the hell
did he stash it?

And how did he do it?

The same way
that Cheevers did.

Mr. Shanly observed
the combination to the safe,

as did Cheevers.

Later that night,
when the others were at dinner,

Shanly removed the strongboxes
containing the gold,

but instead of using
a shipping crate

as Cheevers did,

he used the coffin
of the fictitious soldier.

So Shanly thought
he was compromised,

so he brought along
lead bars in a coffin.

Cheevers wants
to steal the gold,

so he brings along
four strongboxes of bricks

in a shipping crate?

Yes.

Cheevers thinks the gold is
in the crate,

but Shanly has it
in the coffin.

So, gentlemen,
where the hell is the coffin?

Mr. Meyers, I believe
I know where it is.

Jerod Hampson
and Lynden Grove.

Lynden is a small town
just west of Hamilton.

The rail line runs through it.

What's Grove then?

Sirs, would anybody else
like to--

Come on.
Hurry up there, son.

Is this what you're
looking for, Mr. Meyers?

A million dollars in gold.

Actually it's only worth
about $370,000 now, Murdoch.

Market value of gold
has diminished somewhat

since the Civil War.

And what's the government
going to do

with all of this
found money?

- Oh, well, that's top secret.
- Really?

Not really, no.
I have no idea.

That's not my job.

What exactly is your job,
Mr. Meyers?

Well, that is top secret.

Well, you found the gold,
Murdoch,

but you've still to solve the
murders of Shanly and Jacobson.

Yes, I've been giving that
some thought, sir.

No doubt.

Well, sir,
I've been considering

Prime Minister Laurier's
question.

What was a boat that was headed
to St. Catharines

doing in American waters,

unless it was headed
to America?

There was a Union spy
on the Elvira May.

He killed Shanly,
left him at the docks,

took control of the boat,
and headed to America.

Exactly, George.

And I believe that Union spy
was Bertrand Jacobson.

Why him?

He knew of the plans
to ship the gold.

His wife told me that he fought
in the Union Army

but switched sides.

I don't think he switched sides.

I believe he became a spy
for the Union Army.

And Shanly's killer
was left-handed.

Jacobson was also left-handed.

George, take some of the men
over to the Jacobson property.

I believe you'll find
the ball--

Ball from a Griswold
and Gunnison revolver.

Sir, right away.

So who killed Jacobson?

Colonel Grodin.

You were the Confederate agent

awaiting that shipment of gold
in St. Catharines, weren't you?

I know what
you are thinking.

I did not murder Jacobson.

I've noticed that
you choose your words

very carefully, Colonel.

Murder, that's cowardly.

A Southern gentleman
does not commit murder.

But he can kill with honor,
can't he?

This is a ball

that my constables found
on Jacobson's property.

We've tested it, and it matches
Jacobson's pistol.

Is that so?

It was found roughly
where you were standing

when you shot
Bertrand Jacobson.

You challenged him
to a duel, didn't you?

I did nothing of the kind.

No.

That's your answer?

Would you stake your honor
as a gentleman on that?

We agreed to fire
at the count of three.

He fired first.

And missed?

No.

I dodged at the count of two.

I knew he would cheat.

He was a Union man,
after all.

How did you know
he was a Union man?

Jacobson told me that Shanly
went down on the Elvira May.

Now, why would he lie
about that

unless he was the son of a bitch
who killed him?

And why would Jacobson
kill Shanly

unless he was
a goddamn Union spy?

That's why I killed Jacobson.

Well, the country's safe
from invasion,

and you've solved
two murders in one go.

You'll sleep well tonight,
me old mucker.

Yes, sir.
I believe I will.

One thing that puzzles me.

How did you know
that Jacobson was a lefty?

Well, I surmised that only
a left-handed shooter would have

exposed his left underarm
to Grodin's line of fire.

In other words, you assumed
your conclusion in your premise.

You just begged the question,
Murdoch.

Yes, sir, I did.

Oh.

- Prime Minister.
- Detective Murdoch.

- Inspector.
- Sir.

I wanted to thank you
personally.

Your country owes you
a great debt.

Thank you, sir.

Gentlemen.

You realize, of course,

the country can never really
know the debt it owes you.

I'm aware of that,
Mr. Meyers.

Ah, excellent.
Till we meet again?

Oddly, this time, Mr. Meyers,
I look forward to it.