All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S17E15.WEB (SDH)

(theme music)

- I didn't think
you were the type.

- We are all full
of surprises, Mrs. Pym.

(Mrs. Pym chuckles)
- Oh, wait until I tell

the ladies at church.

- Well, perhaps you could
install one

in the front hallway
for the other tenants.

- I shouldn't think so!

They're not policemen.
What would they do with it?

- Well...
(knocking)

- Oh. Who would be out
on a night like this?

(mysterious music)

- Llewellyn Watts.

- In the flesh.

- Fantastic. I've been searching
for you for ages.

My name is Dr. Aldous Hardy,

Professor of South American
Civilizations

at Columbia University.

- Mrs. Pym.
- Wha--?

(clears throat)
I'll see myself out.

- Uh...

And... what can I do for you?

(sighs)
- I'm searching

for the lost Treasure of Lima.

- Well, it's not here.

- No, no. It's--
Oh! Ha. Very good.

- And what exactly
is this treasure?

- Right!

(clears throat)

In 1820, the Catholic Church
loaded all of its Incan gold

and jewels onto a ship
bound for Mexico.

The Peruvian War
of Independence was brewing

and they wanted to keep
their riches safe.

- But they weren't.

- Haha! Precisely.
- Ah.

- Captain William Thompson
turned pirate,

took the treasure,
fled to Canada,

buried the treasure
and entrusted

the map to his sister.

- This is all interesting,

but what does it have
to do with me?

- Well, she married
Elmore Wattenberg

and though the map was lost,

an heirloom has been
passed down.

- Wattenberg?
That was my family name.

- Captain Thompson
is your great-grand-uncle.

- Huh.
- And I found Thompson's map.

(mysterious music)

- Here! And X marks the spot.

- Ah, ah, ah, ah, no.
(chuckles)

As a good friend of mine
wisely says,

X never marks the spot.
No. Look here.

- "Be on time."

- Your father ever
give you an heirloom?

Perchance, a watch?

- As a matter of fact he did.

- Ah-ha! Haha!
Well, bring it out, man!

Let's have a look at it.

That watch is the key
to finding the treasure.

- He gave it to me
before he died, a long time ago.

Might take me a while
to locate it.

- Oh.

Well, it's a shame.

- Why don't we meet
tomorrow morning?

I'll look for the watch
and if I find it, I'll bring it.

Scott's Diner, nine o'clock?

- Scott's Diner, nine o'clock.

Oh, uh...

(clattering)

Scott's Diner.

- Nine o'clock.
- Nine o'clock.

- But I waited for an hour
and he never showed up.

- And you believe he was
telling the truth?

- I contacted
Columbia University.

He is indeed Dr. Hardy.

- Interesting.
- Good morning, gentlemen.

- Miss Hart,
what do you have for us?

- Male, approximately
55 years of age,

was found in his room
at the Hoysten Hotel

earlier this morning.
- Why weren't we called in?

- It was believed to have been
an accident,

but Miss Hart
feels differently?

- Mm.

- Well, that explains
why he never joined me.

- This is Dr. Hardy?

- Yes. That's the name
that he gave the hotel.

- Were any of his belongings
brought in with him?

- Just his suitcase.
I put it over there.

- Have you ascertained the cause
of death, Miss Hart?

- One single blow to the head.

I believe the time of death
was around

five o'clock this morning.

- It's missing.

The map Dr. Hardy
had last night isn't here.

- Perhaps he was killed for it?

- It seems someone else is after
the Treasure of Lima.

- And now they have the map
and know where to find it.

- Well, not without this.

- My father told me to
never fix the watch

and that maybe
I'd understand one day.

I always thought it was
some kind of metaphor.

- Oh!

There appears to be
a second face

underneath the top one here.

But the numbers
aren't sequential.

Please put that down.

I've been working
to refine that device.

It's not very accurate
at long range,

but at short range,
it's terribly effective.

- I've found a map of Ontario
in 1820.

What do you need it for?
- Incan gold.

(laughing)
- You're crackers.

What, you think
the Incans came up here

on a field trip?
- No, but perhaps pirates did.

- There is nothing in Ontario
apart from rocks and more rocks.

- And treasure. Could be...

right... there.

- On top of a mountain
north of Sudbury?

Incan gold?
(laughing)

- Longitude and latitude.

- I beg your pardon?

- The numbers on the watch face
could be map coordinates.

- Ah, 473967...

3378.

- Well, that would be
right about...

there.

- It's close to the first spot.

The treasure could be deep
in a hill there, in a cave.

- The point is moot, gentlemen.

If Dr. Hardy's killer
has this map

and is also a treasure hunter,

then he'll be going here.

(Brackenreid): So that's where
you're headed, then?

- Yes. To catch the killer.

- But I think we are
the only ones who know

the coordinates hidden
in the watch.

This could be the true location
of the treasure.

- This isn't a treasure hunt,
Watts.

We're looking for a killer.

- But treasure could be involved
and we could find it.

Consider it a
two-birds-one-stone proposition.

- Well, gentlemen,
happy hunting.

Maybe you'll bring
back a ghost,

or maybe even a leprechaun.

(adventurous music)

(train horn blowing)

- Nothing along the road.

You see anything under there?

- I didn't see a large bolt,
if that's what you're asking.

Must've dropped out
a while back.

How did that happen?

- Could be a number
of possibilities.

General wear, or--
- Sabotage?

- Hello, there!

Looks like you could
use a hand.

- We lost the king pin.
- Ah.

Hell of a thing.
Where are you headed?

- Well--
- Lady Evelyn Lake.

We hear the fishing's
quite good there.

- Ah. You heard right.

Name's Leopold Hudson.

- William Murdoch.
Llewellyn Watts.

Do you live around here?

- Oh, I live wherever
the wind takes me.

I'm bound by nothing and no one.

- Sounds like a good life.

(Leopold laughs)

- I know a place where
you can spend the night,

just a half-mile
walk up this way.

(grunts)

Follow me.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Come on.
(clicking tongue)

- You didn't tell him
we're policemen.

- Well, it's possible
there are things

he didn't tell us, either.

Let's unhook the horse.

(snoring)

(knocking)

- Come in!

- Inspector.

- Ah.

- Have you seen
Detective Murdoch?

Uh, I have the post-mortem
results for Dr. Aldous Hardy.

- Ah. Murdoch's out in the field
today hunting his killer.

Can I be of use?
- I told Detective Murdoch

that Dr. Hardy died
from a blow to the head.

- But you found he didn't.

- Before the blow,
he was poisoned.

- With what?

- I'm having trouble
identifying it.

I do need to conduct
some more tests.

- I don't know much
about poisons.

Look, uh, it's deadly dull
around here today.

Do you mind if I sit in?
I could have a nice cup of tea

while you cut your cadaver.
- Ah! Certainly.

I do have some Red E Coffee.

It's an instant powder
and it's all the rage.

- Well, let's see
if instant coffee

trumps steeped tea, shall we?
After you.

(indistinct chatter)

(dishes clattering)

(thudding)

- Any luck?

- Well, we've secured
two rooms for the night

and they found us another horse.

- Mm. Very good.

You two can be off
on your fishing trip.

- Mr. Hudson,
why don't you tell us

why you're really out here.

- Sure. Why not?

What if I told you...

there was Incan gold
buried somewhere near here?

- We would be inclined
to believe you.

- I... I suppose you have a map
to lead you to this gold?

- My friend does.
He's in Toronto.

- What might
your friend's name be?

- Professor Hardy,
but I call him Doc.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson.

We have some bad news
about your friend.

- Dr. Hardy was killed
two days ago.

(patrons murmuring)

- And how would you know that?

- Mr. Hudson, please sit down.

- I'm Detective William Murdoch,

this is Detective
Llewellyn Watts

of the Toronto Constabulary.

We are searching
for Dr. Hardy's killer.

- Did you find the map with Doc?

- I saw it before he died.

He was looking for something
and came to me for help.

- Obviously, the killer
stole the map from Dr. Hardy

and we assume he'll be headed
to the marked location.

- But X never marks the spot.
- Hm.

- Doc said there was something
else on the map,

some kind of clue.

- Let's hope
they don't know that.

- Doc didn't deserve that.

He was a good man.

I'm handy in the woods
if you need help.

- We'll take you up on it.

- Well, been a good long week
since I've been on the road.

Think I'll go
wash away the grime.

- Do you think he had
something to do

with the death of Dr. Hardy?

- I'm not sure.

But I'd prefer to keep him
in my sights until I am.

(footsteps approaching)

- Ah!

I saw that your husband's
old restaurant had closed down.

- Oh, I never liked
the food there, anyway.

(Brackenreid chuckles)

- Is this that new
instant stuff?

- It is.
- Oh.

Ooh! I'll tell you what:

you can't beat a cup
of good old Yorkshire tea.

Any luck?

- I've narrowed it down
to an organic compound

similar to strychnine
but different.

- Strychnine is easily found
anywhere.

I'm not sure that's quite
a good enough lead.

- I know what this is.
It's called curare.

It's a paralyzing agent
from South America.

- Are you sure?

(Carmichael): What have you
done to me? I can't move.

- I did say it was 99% pure.

The one remaining percent
was curare.

Hence your lack of mobility.

- Have you seen
this poison before?

- Yes. Once.

But I know there's only one man
in Toronto who has access to it.

- Well, we'll have to have
a word with him.

- Indeed.

- Do you think they have
a Bordeaux in this place?

(laughing)
- I very much doubt that.

- Miranda!

(sighs)
- I'm not surprised

to see you here, Hudson.
But I thought you worked alone.

- Oh, this is William
and Llewellyn.

They're on a fishing trip.

- Is that what you call it now?
- Hm.

- This is Dr. Wilks,
sent over from my museum.

- I've heard a lot about you,
Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, is that right? Hm.

Dr. Fekete is from
the Oxford Museum.

Expanding your
South American collection?

- Precisely.

- Leopold has been regaling us
with tales of Incan gold.

- I hope you're not
getting any ideas.

(scoffs)
- Miranda is of the mind

that all artifacts
should be in a museum.

Specifically, her museum.

- Shouldn't all artifacts
be in a museum?

- Perhaps we should ask
the people they were taken from.

You wouldn't have Thompson's
map to this treasure, would you?

- Thompson didn't act alone
when he turned pirate.

- Hm.
- His mate, John Wilhelm,

marked his own map,
and I managed to track it down.

- Could we see this map?

- So you can lift the treasure
out from under me?

I don't think so.

- Do you think she really
has her own map,

or does she have Dr. Hardy's?

- Why don't you two
be honest with me?

Why did Doc show you the map?

There's something
you're not telling me.

- We're here to bring
a killer back to Toronto.

That's it.

- I sure hope so.

We'll see you folks
in the morning.

- You think he knows
about the watch?

(door opens)
- Hard to say.

But let's keep that
between us...

(door closes)
...for now.

- That's probably wise.

- It certainly will be
an early morning.

- I think I'll stay for a bit.

This wine is surprisingly
passable.

- Suit yourself.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking)

(door creaks)

(Leopold scoffs)

- Looks like your partner's
trying to get a head start.

- Detective Watts
is very particular.

He wouldn't leave
without his belongings.

- So, you're saying--
- He didn't go willingly.

No one saw Detective Watts
leave last night,

much less who he was with.

- I'm telling you,
it's gold fever.

He wants the gold,
and he wants it all to himself.

- He's not like that.

- Shoot me straight.

How did he see Doc's map?

- Dr. Hardy came to see
Detective Watts

the night before he was killed.

- Why?
- Apparently, Detective Watts

is the last known relative
of Captain Thompson,

and he has a family heirloom

that is the key to the precise
location of the treasure.

- Well, maybe somebody else knew
about this heirloom

and has taken him to find it?

(hand thuds)
We'll beat the bushes

to find him.

- You will not.

The sandhill cranes pass by here
for only a brief time.

You cannot disturb them.

- Are you birdwatchers?

- I prefer amateur
ornithologist.

- Is that so?

Then where is your shotgun?

- I am a devotee
of Edmund Selous.

I would rather capture them
with silver iodine and collodion

than slaughter them.

- "Lay down the gun and take up
a pair of opera glasses."

- Precisely.

- Were you engaged in this
pastime earlier today?

- We were.
But we were greatly disturbed

by the appearance
of a dishevelled man

and his companion.

- Uh, can you describe
the companion?

- A bald crown,

eyes like an eagle...
(Leopold sighs)

- Jorg Holstrom,

an amoral and ruthless
treasure hunter.

Your friend
is in grave danger.

(exhales)

(gasps)

- That's mine.

- It's mine, now.

- Who are you?

- Jorg Holstrom.
You may have heard of me.

- No.

- The Forbidden Palace jewels?

- Ah. Still no.

- You will know of me when
I find the Treasure of Lima.

- Do you have Dr. Hardy's map?

- Dr. Hardy was here?

I am on the right track.

- He was killed for that map.

- I haven't seen Hardy since...
Santa Rosa.

- Why should I believe you?

- It doesn't matter to me
if you do.

What matters is if someone
killed Hardy for that map,

we're not the only ones
looking for the treasure.

- Hm.

Well, uh-- Oh!
All right. All right.

(breathing heavily)

- Thanks for the watch.
(Watts grunts)

(Jorg shouts)

(tense music)

(grunts)

(groaning)

- I should have kept
on my own trail.

Holstrom would just be after me.

- I've known Detective Watts
to get out of far worse before.

- I'm telling you,
gold does things to a man.

(Watts panting)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Watts! Are you all right?

- Oh, all things considering.

- What happened?
- I was taken at gunpoint

last night by a man
named Holstrom.

- Ah!
- But I escaped.

- Did you tell him anything?

- I didn't tell him anything.

He knocked me out
and took my watch.

- Was that the heirloom
you told me about?

- It has the precise coordinates
of the treasure

written on its face.

- So, you are looking for
the treasure, after all?

- We're looking for the man
who killed Dr. Hardy.

- Well, then, lucky for us,

they'll likely be
in the same place.

Do you recall the coordinates?
- I do.

(sniffs)

We continue due north
about an hour.

(chuckling)

- Shall we?
(clicks tongue)

(mysterious music)

- How do you know
this Mr. Coffrey?

- Well, I made a personal study
of certain toxins.

Mr. Coffrey was amenable
in private sales.

- So, you bought some of this
curare from him before?

- Ah, this must be it.

There he is.

- Mr. John Coffrey?

I'm Inspector Brackenreid
of the Toronto Constabulary

and this is Miss Violet Hart.

- Yes, we've met.

- I'm not sure we did.

- Oh, come now, Mr. Coffrey.

I'm not interested
in your side dealings

with the university's materials.

Someone in Toronto used curare

on an individual recently,
and I need a name.

- Curare?
- Yeah.

- That's unusual stuff.

- Who did you sell it to?

- The last person I sold
any to was you, Miss Hart,

about two years ago.

- And now that poison
is in a dead man's body,

and you are the only
known supplier.

- I don't like
what you're implying.

- You could be implicated
in a murder.

Where were you the day
before last

at five o'clock in the morning?

- Sleeping in my bed!

My wife can attest to that.

- Well, if you remember
anything else,

pop down to Station House Four
and have a word with me.

- Good day, Mr. Coffrey.

(mysterious percussive music)

(squawking)

- There to the left.

(Leopold): Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(horse grunting)

- This must be it.

- I don't see Holstrom anywhere.

- Perhaps we've beat him to it.

- Or perhaps he's already
inside.

- Let's find out.

I think we're going
to have to crawl in.

(Watts): There aren't any
dangerous snakes

in Ontario, are there?

- The Massasauga rattler.

Be very careful.

- Wonderful.

(grunts)

(soft ominous music)

(water trickling)

(Watts): Wait, wait!
I think I see something.

Oh.

(Murdoch): Oh, very good.
It's an entrance.

(rumbling)
- Ah!

- Good God!

Oh.

- It would appear we aren't
the first to come looking.

(mysterious music)

- There's another cavern
down here!

- Uh...

Perhaps we should consider...

(Leopold grunting)

- I don't think he heard you.

(grunting)

(grunts)

Another poor unfortunate.
- Hm.

- Right.

Over here.

Looks like there's
an opening here.

(hissing)
Oh! Snakes.

- Ah. Allow me.

I've been bitten by everything
that crawls and flies.

(hissing)

(hissing loudly)

Yeah.

- Oh, ah, uh!

- Where's the gold?

- This is all that I found.

- Not the most impressive
treasure trove.

- Is that writing on the base?

- Yes. It looks vaguely Aymaran.

I learned a little in Bolivia.
- Oh, let me see.

I've made a study
of linguistics.

If we can decipher it...
- It'll lead us to the treasure.

- We are getting out
of here now.

(hissing)

- Miss Hart.

Miss Hart!

Miss Hart!

What happened?

- I don't know.

I was working and then
I was hit from behind.

- Did you see who hit you?
- No.

- Come on. Let's get you up.

(grunts)

- My post-mortem report
for Dr. Hardy was right here!

Now it's gone.

- Cold storage door is open.

- Dr. Hardy's body is missing.

It must be that Mr. Coffrey.

- Perhaps.
But he didn't kill Hardy.

I checked Mr. Coffrey's alibi.

He was definitely home the night
that Hardy was killed.

- But he would still be worried
that there was proof

that he sold curare
to a murderer.

- Violet, you sure
you're all right?

- I'll be fine.

- Let's get you sat down
with a nice cup of tea.

- Oh, no.

The rope!

(Leopold): It's gone!

- Hello, Leopold.

Haven't seen you in a while.

- Damn you, Holstrom.

Throw down the rope!

- Gladly,

once you give me the treasure.

- No!

- You still have that map?

(Leopold): I would never just
hand it over to you!

- Yes.

(Jorg): Of all the wondrous
places you've been--

- Can I see it, please?

- Oh, of course.

(Leopold): Do you really
want to do this?

Leave us down here to rot?

- That's your choice, not mine!

- All right, fine.

You can have this.
But throw down the rope.

- No!

- A sensible man.

- Here. Catch.

- You've got the figurine,
now throw down the rope.

- Of course.

Until next time, Leopold.

(laughing)

- Well, I suppose we should
have seen that coming.

- I did. Look.

Holstrom just gave us
our way out.

(Leopold): I should have shot
that man when I had the chance!

(Watts): What good would that
have done?

- We'd still have
that figurine, for one.

- Well, you brought
your capacitor.

- Watts, be careful.
Right, right.

Careful, careful.

(inhales deeply)

Why'd you bring it
on our expedition?

- This is not an expe...

I thought I might have time
to work on it.

But as it turns out,
it may just be the thing

to help get us out of here.

Ah.

- No, Margaret. I can't do that
right now.

I've already told you!
Both my detectives are out

searching for treasure,
that's why!

And I'm practically manning
the station house

on my bloody own.

Look, something's come up.
I have to go. Bye-bye.

Miss Hart?
- I may have found Dr. Hardy.

- Oh.

Where did you find this?

- The High Park Sanatorium.

The caretaker found
human remains

in the incinerator
before he began his shift.

- Why do you think it's Hardy?

- The mandible is still intact.

There are gold teeth
on both sides,

just like Dr. Hardy.

- Coffrey. He dosed Hardy.

He knew where the body was.

So, he destroyed the evidence
of his involvement.

- Well, fortunately for us,
he failed.

(Brackenreid exhales)

- There should be
sufficient velocity

to get this to the top
of the cave.

(whirring)

(blasting)

(metal clanging)

- Any other ideas?

- Mr. Coffrey. Planning a trip?

- What do you want?

- I want to arrest you
for assault, theft,

and desecration of a corpse.

Oh, and, uh, murder as well.

- I don't know
what you're talking about!

- You stole the post-mortem
report and Dr. Hardy's body.

- Now that I know
what you're capable of,

I'm beginning to think
you killed Dr. Hardy.

- I didn't kill him!
I never met the man.

Well, when he was alive.

- As there's no other suspects,

and you sought
to destroy evidence,

you're looking quite guilty.

- The idea is sound.

It's just the execution
that's lacking.

Right. Seventh time's a charm.

(whirring)

- Impressive!
- All right, who's first?

(Leopold clears throat)

Not you.

- You don't trust me?
- No.

- Probably a wise decision.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.

I don't intend on being
down here

a moment longer than necessary.

- What if I were to tell you
there was someone else?

- It might matter
if it's the truth.

- I received a letter last week.

Monday, I think?

Someone wanted to buy a vial
of curare.

He enclosed $50 and an address
I was to send it to.

- What was the address?

- If I give it to you,
would you two leave me alone?

- We won't leave you alone,

but at least
you won't be dangling

from the end of a noose.

- Now, after you.

- No sign of the horses
that damn Holstrom cut loose.

- He'll be miles
ahead of us by now.

- With that figurine gone,
we don't know

where the treasure is hidden.
I know!

We're not here for treasure.

(Watts grunts)

- Perhaps this will ease
your disappointment.

I took a pencil rubbing
of the inscription.

We just need to decipher it.
- Let me see!

- You are a most
resourceful man.

You should come
on my next expedition.

- Ah...

(crow cawing)

(twigs snap)

(gun cocks)

(panting)

- Leopold.

- What are you two doing here?

- Very much the same thing
as you, I'd imagine.

- Roaming through the wild,

hoping to stumble upon
the Treasure of Lima?

- So it would seem.
Have you had any luck?

- We would hardly tell you.

(breathlessly): Mind if we
rest here a while?

- Suit yourself.

(panting)

- They might be able to aid
in the translation.

- But then they would also know
the location of the treasure.

- As would we.

- We could use your assistance
in a matter.

- What is it?

- This is the map
that led us here.

- Where we found a figurine with
that inscription at the bottom.

- Where's the figurine?

- A man named Holstrom took it.

- Jorg Holstrom is here?

Do you two grave robbers
show up everywhere?

- We're not grave robbers.

We're searching for antiquities,
just like you.

- To sell to the highest bidder.

- Let me see that.

- The language is Quechuan.

- Oh?

- Can you translate it?

- I-I think so.

"Over water...

right of sun set."

- Over water could mean...

falls. There's falls about
six miles from here.

"Right of sun set" could mean
to the south side of the falls.

(Watts): Anything else?

- The last sentence reads...

"Within rock."

- Ah!

- Perhaps the treasure
is hidden in a cave,

or in a rock cairn.
- Hm.

- And Holstrom has a head start.

- Only if he can read Quechuan.

- Well, let's hope he can't.

- All right.

We'll leave in the morning.
- Hm?

How 'bout now?
- It's too late.

Why risk breaking our necks
in the dark?

- We move out at dawn.

(sighs)

- Whisky?

- You don't remember?

I never touch the stuff.

- Your loss. I live off it.

(light mysterious music)

- Watts! Wake up.
- Ah!

They're gone, aren't they?

- Oh, yes.

- Leopold as well?

- I knew we shouldn't
have trusted him.

Six miles to the falls.
(Watts groans)

(Watts grunts)

- My feet are in agony.

I've never had so many blisters.

How much further?

- We've been walking
for an hour and a half,

and in these woods,
we're covering a mile

every 20 minutes--
- A short answer would suffice.

- About an hour.

- Perhaps to pass the time
by more quickly we could sing?

Perhaps we won't.

(stick snaps)

(♪♪)

There it is. Right.

We've landed on the south side
of the falls.

Look for a rock formation.

- We might be on the wrong side.

Damn! It's Holstrom.
On the north side.

Dr. Wilks must have
mistranslated the inscription.

- By mistake or on purpose?

(gunshot)
- Ah!

- Good Lord, he's been shot.

- Can you see anyone?

- No.

Watts, we need to get
to the other side.

The river narrows
just a ways back.

- How far back?
- About a mile and a half.

- And you are sure
this is a two-man job?

(suspenseful music)

(panting)

(grunting)

(twigs snapping)

- Here.

- Ah. No sign of the treasure.

Anywhere.

Who do you think did this?

- The only person I saw with
a weapon was Leopold Hudson.

- Dr. Fekete or Dr. Wilks
could have a gun, as well.

They could have worked together.

- We won't find out
sitting here.

We'll come back
for Holstrom later.

Let's get back to Toronto.

Let's go, Watts!
(startled grunt)

- Ah, Murdoch.

Miss Hart found poison
in Dr. Hardy's body.

We managed to identify
the poison and find the man

who supplied it to the killer.
- Very good.

- That man gave us an address
to a post office box

registered to one Dr. Wilks.

- Wilks?
- You know him?

- He told me he was from
the Oxford Museum,

but given this information,
I doubt it was true.

- Well, we'll find him.
- Another man was killed

while we were out there,
a Jorg Holstrom,

so we're now looking
for two additional suspects:

a Dr. Fekete
and a Leopold Hudson.

- I'll get every
available man on it.

- Thank you.

Mr. Hudson, I have half
my men out looking for you.

- I have a lot to tell you,
William.

- Oh.

Why don't you start
by telling me why you left

Detective Watts and myself
at the campsite?

- I woke up in the middle
of the night

and Fekete and Wilks
had already left.

I followed them.

- You didn't wake us.

- Well, I thought it would be
too dangerous. And I was right.

Holstrom was shot
right in front of my eyes.

- What happened?

- I saw Dr. Wilks shoot him.

I couldn't see
Dr. Fekete anywhere.

I took off after Wilks,
but he got away.

You must believe me.

- My coroner has just
telephoned me

to tell me that the bullet
that killed Mr. Holstrom

came from a 1910 Glisenti,
not your Browning.

- Hm!

- What happened after
you chased Wilks?

- I lost him. I...

He must have doubled back

and found the treasure
off Holstrom.

- Then you came back to Toronto?

- Well, I found Miranda.

And she called the museum

and they didn't send Wilks.
He was a fraud.

- I've been informed
that it was likely

Dr. Wilks that killed Dr. Hardy.

(scoffs)

- What can I do to help?

- I have an alert out
for Dr. Wilks.

But I also need to speak
with Dr. Fekete.

- Of course. I'll bring her in.

- We have a lead on Dr. Wilks.

- Right.

- I heard you found Dr. Wilks.

- Yes, and here he is.

- Oh.

- With a bullet to the chest.

And you saw no one
come in or out of--

(cabinet door squeaks)
...this room?

(concierge): No. No one.

- No sign of the treasure.

You don't think Leopold
had any part in this, do you?

Well, he is a treasure hunter,
after all.

(sniffing)

- Two people were
drinking whisky.

- Yes.

Whisky.

Sir, where is your telephone?

- Oh, right this way.

- Station House #4, please.

Yes, this is Detective Murdoch.
Listen to me very carefully.

(train dinging)

(train whistling)

Oh, hello.

- I see you found your
previously dishevelled friend.

- What?

- Wha-- Ah, yes, yes.

Where are you off to now?

- The high arctic.

I hope to capture
the Arctic tern.

On film, of course.

- Well, safe travels.

- Dr. Miranda Fekete.
Where is your travel companion?

- Hardly a companion.
He was a fraud and a thief.

- Birds of a feather,
so it would seem.

- What are you insinuating?

- Dr. Emmett Wilks

was found dead
just a few hours ago.

And the stolen treasure?
Missing.

- I-I can't believe it.
Did Leopold kill him?

- Were you hoping
to make it look like

Leopold had been there?

Don't you remember?

- Whisky?
- I never touch the stuff.

(Murdoch): He doesn't
drink whisky.

- No. But you do.

(clattering)

- You found Dr. Wilks
and the Incan treasure.

- And killed him.

Likely killed Dr. Hardy as well.

- I had nothing to do
with Hardy. That was Wilks!

- Miranda, how could you?

- He was going to melt it
for money! I had to!

- You are under arrest--
(Fekete grunts)

- Ah!

(groans)

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Though I will not be
doing your job for you

in future, sir.

- Right.

(Murdoch sighs)
Dr. Fekete,

you're coming with me
to the station house.

- It's been a pleasure, Leopold.

- Pleasure's all mine.

Maybe I'll stop by
Toronto again sometime.

Oop!

(grunts)

(case thuds)

- I thought it seemed
a little lighter.

- Not exactly Incan treasure,
now, is it?

- Leopold must have
switched the suitcases

when we weren't looking.

- And the lost treasure of Lima
is once again... lost.

- Good morning, Watts.

- Good for some.

I've just arranged
for Holstrom's remains

to be sent to his people
in California.

- He lived a dangerous life.

- And an exciting one.

Like Leopold Hudson,
bound by nothing and no one.

- Yes. Have you heard anything
about Leopold Hudson?

- Not a thing.

He was a charming enough man,
hard to believe he was a thief.

- All treasure hunters
are thieves in their own right.

- Oh? How so?

- They steal precious artifacts
for their own gain.

It hardly matters if they end up
in a museum,

or a private collection.

- That seems
a progressive opinion.

(constable): Morning post.

- Oh, thank you.

- Here.

- It's postmarked from Peru.

(intriguing music)

(gasps softly)

Take a look at this.

- That's the Incan figurine
from the cave.

- Leopold is a surprising man.

- I have a postcard from Peru.

"Apologies for the deception.
I took the case to Lima,

where I gave the treasure
to its rightful owners.

It doesn't belong in a museum.

Until next time,
Leopold Hudson."

Well,

it appears I'm not
the only progressive thinker

in this case.

- Hm.

(intriguing music)

(theme music)