Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 0, Episode 0 - Home for the Holidays - full transcript

(indistinct chatter)

- Half way across the country
for bloody Christmas,

I don't envy you.
- It will be quite an adventure.

- It's been years since William
has seen his brother.

He's very excited.
- How can you ever tell

what he's feeling?
- Best of the season, George.

- Sir.
- Mrs. Brackenreid.

Inspector.
- Murdoch.

- Safe travels
to the both of you.

Be sure to send a postcard.
- We shall.

- Happy holidays!



Must be nice
to have the money to gadabout

whenever anyone chooses.

- I'm not sure I'd characterize
Murdoch as a gadabout.

- That may be,

but they obviously have money.
Unlike some of us.

Constable.

- Sometimes I hate
this bloody season, Crabtree.

(train whistles)

- Huh... Pardon me.

- (Julia): I must confess
I've never been to Victoria.

- Oh, it's lovely.
The jewel of the Pacific.

(laughing)
- Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha!

- William!
It's nice of you to drop in.

- It's a bit bumpy.



- Mrs. McPherson, this is
my husband, William Murdoch.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Mrs. McPherson is traveling

to Victoria --
- Oh I'm not going

as far as all that.
I'm getting off in Winnipeg.

- Oh.
- I'm sure that will be nice.

- You haven't been then
I take it.

(indistinct chatter)

- And you think
this is the answer?

- He's regarded
as a financial genius.

- He looks a little young.

- He's clearly a man, Thomas.
You can tell

just by looking at him
that he's very... intelligent.

- Are you sure he knows
what he's talking about?

- You're the one
who's always saying

the banks are pulling
a fast one on us.

- All bankers
live in bloody palaces.

And who pays for that?
- Precisely.

Only nitwits
keep their money in banks.

- Ladies and gentlemen!
The Financial Exchange Company

is most pleased
to have you with us at our Gala.

And tonight, we offer you

a very special
Christmastime opportunity.

As you know,
our bonds sell at a cost

of one thousand dollars.

In exchange,
the bond holder is entitled

to one hundred dollars a week

for the next
fifteen weeks.

A fifty percent return.

And many of you
have already made a mint.

But... the company's success

has been even greater
than anticipated. And so,

as my gift to you,

every one thousand dollar bond

purchased between now
and Christmas Day

will pay one hundred dollars
a week

for twenty weeks!

A one hundred percent return!
(applause)

Thank you! It's all true!
You can hold this. That's right,

ladies and gentlemen.
You give your money to me.

And I make the magic happen.

- It all seems too good
to be true.

- Verna Jones bought
an Oldsmobile last month,

and still has profit
in her account.

- We were hesitant, too.

And then we bought
our first sailboat.

Preston is thinking
of taking up horse breeding.

- Stallions pay
for themselves.

- I'll say.
- Don't you see, Thomas?

We can have everything
we've dreamed of.

- Hmm.

- (Julia): After listening
to Mrs. McPherson,

I must say I'm striking Winnipeg
off my list of places to visit.

- Well, that's one woman's
perspective.

Now Julia,
you must mind yourself.

According to Jasper,
people from the west coast

don't have much time
for us Torontonians.

- What could they possibly
find wrong with Toronto?

- I have no idea.
- Well I find the whole idea

of not being welcome
a little off-putting.

Are you sure we are not imposing
on your brother and his family?

- We won't be.
- Even though

we're from Toronto.
- I don't think so. In any case,

I have booked us
a hotel room

for the duration of our stay.
- William!

- I merely heeded
Benjamin Franklin's words.

Guests are like fish,

they begin to smell
after three days.

- It's much like passengers
on a train.

- Julia!
(laughing)

(applause)

(lively music)

(lively music)
(applause)

- I always wanted
to be a dancer.

- I wouldn't mind seeing that.

- Henry, you know
I have two left feet.

- What does that have to do
with anything?

(whistles)

- Say, what will we be doing
for Christmas?

We have to do something
for Christmas, Henry.
We can't...

not do something for Christmas.
- Obviously.

- Do you have anything planned?
- Of course!

I just haven't had time to--
- Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh!

I see what's going on here.
Say no more, Higgins,

say no more.
- No more about what?

- He's got something planned,
I guarantee it.

- A Christmas surprise?
- Well, one year he spent

the whole week telling me
how he'd spend Christmas alone

only to show up
at the last minute

with all of my aunts,
all the way from Newfoundland.

- Oh. I don't care much
for my aunts.

- What I'm saying is, I'm sure
he's got something planned.

Probably something nice
that all four of us can enjoy.

(lively music)
(whistles)

(crowd laughing)
(applause)

- Where to tonight, gentlemen?
- Well, there's a

just down the way.
- Perfect. I won't be a moment.

- Oh, I'm coming with you.
I want to try on that lip rouge.

- We'll be waiting...

Why would you tell them
I had something incredible

planned for Christmas?
- You do. Don't you?

- No!
- That's alright, Higgins.

She doesn't seem to be the type
of woman who gets upset.

I'll tell you what,
we'll go for a carriage ride

through High Park.
- She's a Newsome, George.

It would have to be a yacht ride
through High Park.

- Wait, I have it. We'll go see
the Christmastime puppet show.

- This is a woman who has been
to the Met and the Louvre,

George, you think she's gonna
be impressed with a puppet show?

- Well, Higgins, it shouldn't be
about what we're doing.

It's Christmastime. It should be
about who you're with.

- I think
that's the stupidest thing

you've said
in your entire life, George.

- (Julia): William...

You were certainly
feeling extravagant!

- And I received
a nice reduction

for booking early.

- After the train,
it's like a dream.

- Watch yourselves, you two.
- High spirits.

- But no manners.
- There he is.

- Jasper!

- What's her name again?
- Daphne.

- Daphne.
- William. Here. Oh! Ah! Yes.

Yes.
- Hello, Jasper.

- Hello, Julia.
- Mrs. Murdoch,

it is lovely to meet you.
- It's lovely to meet you too,

Mrs. Linney. But...

but it's Mrs. Ogden...
Doctor actually,

but please, call me Julia.
- Julia.

- Oh, of course,
I just assumed

you would have taken
your husband's name by now.

- I haven't.

- How was your trip?
- Oh, it was grand.

We are so blessed to live
in such a marvelous country.

- And only six days to cross it.

- I must say,
although we are very grateful,

you didn't need
to come all the way down here

to greet us.
- We... are taking you home.

- Home?
- We've canceled
your reservation.

- Oh! But I've already paid.

- Oh, I got you a full refund.

Here it is...
Plus the difference

from booking early.

I just made you twenty dollars.

- Oh!
- I thought you would like that.

I've had the bellman transfer
your bags to the coach.

- We can't have you spending
Christmas in amongst strangers.

I can't think of anything
more depressing.

(laughing)
(crowd exclaims in admiration)

- No, of course not.

And I suppose your home
will be more restful.

It seems that no one is prepared
to control those --

- Rudolphina! Georgina!

Time to go. Come, come.
There we are.

Now, girls,
I want you to say hello

to your Uncle William
and Aunt Julia.

- Hello.
- Nice to meet you.

- We're going home now.
- I get the front!
- No you don't!

- Yes I do!
- They are so looking forward

to getting to know you.
We've best get outside

before they get into mischief.
- Yes. We're just out front.

(clattering)
- (both girls): It wasn't me!

- Oh, Julia...

I'm certain
it will be lovely.

- Champagne...

(birds squealing)

(clanking)
- What in the world...?

Wo! Hello.

- Mother said
to get up now.

- Hurry! We're already late.
- Where are we going?

- To a holiday tea.
Hurry up,

mother and father are waiting.
(clanking)

- A holiday tea.
That should be nice.

- As would some notice!

(footsteps approaching)
(door opens)

- Verna Jones
just bought a motorcar.

- I thought you said
they bought one last month?

- Her husband did.
This one's just for her.

- What kind of family
needs two motorcars?

- It's not about need.
It's about want.

And they can have anything
they want. And so can we.

- Putting together
a thousand dollars
will take every last penny.

We'll have nothing left
for Christmas.

- If we get in now, we'll have
the first payout in no time.

So we'll have
one hundred dollars

to spend on Christmas.
And then, with each passing week

we'll get richer and richer!

- All right.
- Yes!

- I'll go to the bank
and ensure the money's ready.

You deliver the cheque.
- Alright.

- What's the company
called again?

- I have the card right here.
It is Charles Ponzi.

(classical music)

- This is lovely!

- It is.
- You do realize

we could be staying here?
- Yes.

- But we're not.
- We are not.

- We're enjoying family.
- Yes, we are.

- Yes, we are.
(sights)

- Old friends.

The girls haven't
seen them in ages.

- This is lovely.

- Yes. It's a family tradition.

Huh... What are some of yours?

- I must say
I haven't spent Christmas

with my family in many years.
- I see.

- My father and mother
have both passed.

And my sister is always off
on some adventure.

- Well, then we are
certainly very pleased

to be here for you.
Rudolphina!

Stop it!

- I suppose she was just making
a tea sandwich!

(laughing)

- A tea sandwich. Very good.

- We have a full day
ahead of us, let's not dally.

- Jasper Linney!
- Oh!

Mrs. Byrne.
- There you are.

I have been requesting
to speak with you

for the past two days.
- Well, I do apologize.

But my brother and his wife
are visiting from out of town.

They are from Toronto.
- Oh. Well, good for you.

I need you to come back
with me to my site now.

It has been compromised.
We have been hearing
suspicious noises,

the equipment
has been tampered--
- Now, Mrs. Byrne.

You know the land belongs
to the Songhees.

- And we have their blessing.
I'm... I'm sorry, did...

Did you just say
that he was your brother?

- I am.

- So that would make you
William Murdoch,

the detective
that he's always speaking about?

- It would.
- Well...

Then this might be
of interest to you.

Megan Byrne. My partner
and I, Dr. Drummond,

we've discovered

an ancient settlement
just miles from here.

We haven't yet determined
which of the local

Indian bands
may be the original

inhabitants of the island,
but we are so close.

- That's fascinating!
Dr. Julia Ogden.

- Huh... Pleased.
As I was saying,

I believe that someone

is trying to halt our work.

Which your brother
seems to care nothing about.

- Oh, please.
All right. Mrs. Byrne,

I'll accompany you. But please,
let me finish my tea.

(watch ticking)

- I'll wait.
- Right.

Care to take a look?

- Go, William.

I'm sure I can find a way
to entertain myself

back at the house.
- You certainly will.

- Alright. Mrs. Byrne...

- We will fill hours making
decorations with the children.

They're so looking forward
to getting to know you better.

- Delightful.

- Higgins! I've got them.

- Got what?
- Tickets to the puppet show.

- George!
- Higgins,

these were very hard to come by.
They cost a a fortune...

- Henry! Henry! Henry! Henry!

- What's going on?
- I can't tell them,

you tell them.
- We have an idea.
- A marvelous idea.

- For Christmas.
- I have a chalet in Vermont.

Well, my family has a chalet
in Vermont. It's always empty

because, you know, Vermont.
But in the winter,

it is beautiful! So romantic.
- And European.

- We can spend every second
of every day alpine snow-skiing!

- Well, that sounds great!
- Oh no, wait!

But Henny Penny, you had
something planned...
- Shhh, shhh.

Forget that, dear.
George and I adore snow-skiing.

- Really?
- Yes.

Have I not told you that before?
I feel like I'm always

going on about how much...
I love snow skiing.

(excited squeal)
- We will take care

of everything. You two
don't have to move a muscle.

We need to go to Christian's.
- I don't think

this is a good idea, Higgins.
- Of course it is.

I'm off the hook.
- But you and I don't adore

snow skiing, Henny-Penny.
We've never been in our lives.

I'm not even sure
I know what it is.

- It's just walking around
in the snow with bits of wood

on your feet.
How hard can it be?

- Well, Dr. Drummond and I
have been working in this area

for months.
And we were getting ready

to move further up the coast

when we discovered something.

The possibility
of a permanent encampment.

- The ancestors of the people
who live here now?

- Yes. The Songhees,
although I don't know...

perhaps--
- There are dozens

of Indian bands
on Vancouver Island.

- Perhaps someone disrupted
your camp

because they didn't want you
to discover

who those original people were.

- I was guessing
it was simply somebody

trying to cause nuisance.

You certainly do have a nose
for the devious, Detective.

- It's part of the job.
- Well,

perhaps if you stay here
long enough,

some of that will finally
rub off on your brother.

- It would appear
we found a family dwelling

of some permanence.
It looks of a size

to have housed
at least twenty people.

We expect to find more
in the area. Mr. Drummond!

He's got to be here somewhere.
Mind the path.

Ernest!

- What can you tell us
about this weapon?

- Markings are familiar.
It's a style

that's common to the region.
- Songhees?

- I believe so. I told you.

I told you that someone
was trying to stop us.

- Miss Byrne, we will find
whoever did this.

- Alright.

We should get
Mr. Drummond's remains

back to Victoria.
- Right.

We can use this ladder

as a stretcher.
- Good.

- (Brackenreid): Margaret!

As soon as we get
that first payment,

we're spending every last penny
of it on Christmas.

- We can get a turkey.
And a duck.

And a chicken. Ha! Ha! Ha!

- We can put one
inside the other.

- Don't be disgusting, Thomas.
- Bobby!

I've got a task for you.

I want you to write down
every single thing

you want for Christmas.
Anything at all.

- Anything?
- Let your imagination

run wild, son.

- Really?
- Really.

(indistinct chatter)

(groans)

- George? What's wrong?

- Well, Higgins,
I went to the library

and I got the Alpines...

Lilienfeld Skilauf Technik.

It's a book about
alpine snow-skiing, Henry.

This is no walk
in the woods.

This is mad Norsemen

strapping eight foot planks
to their feet

and clambering up the top
of a mountain.

- That sounds miserable.
- And when they get there,

they turn around
and plummet back down!

- Why?

- God knows.
But that's what they do.

And once it's done,
they do it again and again

and again, all day,
every day, until...

- Until what?
- Well until you're dead,

I suppose.
Wrapped around some frozen tree,

with a ravenous mountain lion

gnawing at your bones.

- There's no way
that Ruth wants to do this.

She must not understand
what snow-skiing is.

- Who's ready
to fall down a mountain?

- Nina, is this really
something you want to do?

- Of course.
Why wouldn't I want to?

- It seems rather dangerous.
- Only if you don't know
what you're doing.

Not for old hands like us.
- So you've been...

snow-skiing before, also?
- Oh, many times. I used
to see an Oslolu.

- What?
- A man from Oslo.

We spent an entire winter
cooped up in a cabin.

- I don't need
to know anything else

about Oslolus, thank you.
- Ruth... are you really going

to fly down a mountain
on those things?
- What?

(laughing): Oh no!
No, no, no, no, no, no.

You are. Yes,
we'll be getting new ones

for ourselves, but...

these belonged

to my dearly beloved departed
brother Roger and I know...

that he would want you
to have them.

So we're off
to the sporting goods store.

Toodles, boys.

(door opens)

- Julia?

- You're here!
- For now.

- For now?
What do you mean, for now?

- There's been a murder.

Jasper and I will need to--
- Aunt Julia!

Rudolphina stole my glue.
- It's not her glue.

- Well, your mother
is in the kitchen.

Maybe she can help you sort it.

- Mother! Mother!

- Mother!
- I'll need to meet Jasper

at the station house.
- How did the victim die?

- Stabbed.
- Oh!

I see.
- (Daphne): Now get back

and entertain your Auntie.
- Well, I think you need
an expert confirmation.

- Oh, that won't be necessary--
- Now, William,

just because I am on vacation
I'm not going to abandon

my professional obligations.

- Where's Aunt Julia?

- She'll be back. Soon.

This is an excellent facility.

- Thank you.
It was my initiative.

Thanks to you.
- Me?

- Yes. Your reputation
precedes you, brother.

I'm well aware
of the number of cases

you have solved
using medical science.

- I believe the credit
goes to Doctor Ogden.

- Well then,
the two of you

have revolutionized policing.

You are...
criminal science investigators.

- Criminal science
investigators?

I like that.
- Anything of note?

- A clean clear wound
to the heart.

Death would have come quickly.
- Nothing else?

- Whoever did this was skilled
in the act of murder.

- You think
it could have been her?

- You know the answer
to that, William.

Off course it could have been.
- What do you know

about the two of them?
- I have no reason to believe

they are anything other
than what they say they are.

Archaeologists.

- Could Miss Byrne
be playing the innocent?

Leading you
to the person she killed?

- She seemed genuinely moved
by Dr. Drummond's death.

- Would one of the Songhees
have reason to kill him?

- I don't see why.

Apparently the Band
gave their blessing for them

to conduct their work.
- Still Miss Byrne believes

the murder weapon
was one of theirs.

I believe a visit is in order.
- Hmm-mmm. Oh, hello!

We were just
on our way home.

- Yes, I thought
we could take a Christmas walk

along Foul Bay.
Oh, good Lord!

What happened to you?
- Oh!

I was just working.

- What do you do?
- I discover how people die.

- Is that people blood?
- It is.

- You cut them open?
- Well, if necessary.

- Can I see you do that?
- Children, that's quite enough.

Jasper, I trust
we will see you at home.

- Yes.
- Can't I just see

what she's going to do?
- No. It's inappropriate.

- The man at Eaton's
was simply delightful.

He gave me fifty dollar credit

without batting an eye!
- Why wouldn't he?

He'll have his money.
- A new coat?

- They say the clothes
make the man, Margaret.

Oh, put that over there.
- Thomas...

- I didn't feel like
the usual ham sandwich today,

so I got a local chef to provide
something more fitting.

Roast quail with new potatoes.

Help yourself, there's plenty
for the both of us.

- You don't think we're taking
this a little too far?

- Taking what too far?
- Oh!

Living such a lavish lifestyle.
(Brackereind laughs)

- One has to live
within one's means, Margaret.

And our means are the size
of bloody Australia,

thanks to Mr. Ponzi.
(laughing)

Fair dinkum!

- And they'll speak with you?

- My dealings
with the Band and the Chief

have always been fair

and equitable on both sides.

- The Chief has had
no objections

to our digging on their land.

- Maybe someone else
in the Band did.

- This Band
was recently moved here.

Conditions are...

less than ideal.

Miss Byrne.

(speaking foreign language)

- Less than ideal conditions

may be somewhat
of an understatement.

- There used to be
a lot more of them too.

But times change.

For some people,
not for the better.

Detective Murdoch.

(greeting in foreign language)

(repeats greeting hesitantly)

- What questions
do you have for us?

- Do you recognize this?

- No.

That's a Haida knife.
- Haida?

What would the Haida
be doing here?

- I don't know.
Don't come back!

- But my work isn't over!

- Your invitation is.
We don't want you here.

- Please!
(speaking foreign language)

Please!
- Miss Byrne, let's go.

Please. Come on.

( Deck the halls plays. )

- You cheated!

- That's not possible.
I merely followed

the directions.
- So did I.

- You're not very good.
- Neither is she.

- Georgie, hush.
- Why can't we just buy them

like everyone else?
- Because this is something

we like to do. As a Family.
- Perhaps...

we should take a break.
- Oh...

- Father, look at Monty.

- Is he all right?

- He's been sleeping
like that all day.

- Likely just tired
from all the excitement

around Christmas.
- I think it's time
for some egg milk punch.

Don't you think, Julia?
- What is that?

- You've never heard of...

Jasper, can you believe it?

- Well, you'll have to show
the good doctor how it is made.

- Hurry along, Julia.

At Christmas we put rum in it.

- Rum!

That is something.

(chorus singing Christmas song)

- All right, Higgins!

I'll go slow at first and huh...
we'll see how that goes.

- Well... I don't think
this is a good idea, George.

- Higgins, how else are we going
to learn to maneuver
on snow-skis?

- Well, maybe we should
just tell them

that we don't really want to go.
- We can't tell them that
we don't want to go.

We've told them we're experts.
It would be embarrassing.

Look, we're going
to learn how to snow-ski

before we get to Vermont
and that's the end of it.

- Why do I have to go first?
- Because this is all

your fault!
Now hang on tight.

(honking)
(motor whirring)

Hold tight!
- Oooh!

George!
(laughing)

No, no, no, no, no!
George! Oh no!

Oh! George! Wait! George!

George! Aaaah!

Aaaaaaah!
(glass shattering)

- You are doing great, Henry!

(knocking)
- That'll be our money.

(excited squeal)

- Oh, Thomas! Carolers!

How lovely.
- All right, that's enough.

- Thomas! What on Earth
has gotten into you?

- Where's that bloody payment?
- I'm sure it's on its way.

Nothing is safer
than an investment

with Mr. Ponzi.
- Here's my list.

- A bicycle?

A horse?

A BB gun?

What do you want
one of those for?

- We like to play cowboys.

- You'll shoot
your bloody eye out.

- You told me to ask
for anything I wanted.

You promised me!

(gasps)
- We need to talk to you.

(sights)

- Where's your mother?
- She went shopping

for a goose.
- She told us to tell you

she couldn't wait any longer
for a lazybones.

- Oh. I see.

- But now something's happened.

- What?
- Come see.

- I'm afraid he's dead.

- We know that.
- But we don't know why.

- Oh, well...

We should wait
for your mother.

- She'll just say what she
always does when this happens.

- What does she say?
- God took him.

But I certainly don't know
what God needs all our dogs for.

- There's been more than one?
- Three so far.

- Oh! Well...

Perhaps God isn't
the cause of death.

- Then what?

- I don't know.

- I thought you said your job
was finding out why things die.

- Well, it--
- Can you tell us
why Monty died?

- Can you keep a secret?

- What are you doing?
- Aunt Julia told me to.

- What? Where is she?
- In there. With Georgina.

- You stop this right now.
- But Aunt Julia said--

- I don't give a hang
what Aunt Julia said!

- Oh dear! Your mother's home.

Quickly.
- Oh no!

- What in God's name are you...

Is that...?
- We found out how Monty died!

He was eating
poisonous plants!

- Yes, and I had Rudolphina

remove them from the gar--
- Get out!

- Mother?
- I would like you

to leave my home. Now!

- There are dozens of bands
on Vancouver Island.

Some of their designs
are very similar.

- Then why say it was Songhees?
- Because I made a mistake,

all right? The knife was found
after all in the body

of the man I had just worked
with for twenty years.

My mentor.
- Excuse me. May I help you?

- I heard you talking
about Indians.

- And your point, sir?
- My farm was just attacked

by these savages.
- Attacked? Was anyone hurt?

- No. I ran them off.
- Who were they?

Do you have a description?
- How am I supposed to know?

They were just Indians.
- They're people.

Did you even see them?
- One of them dropped this.

Does that look like something
a civilized person would wear?

- Looks to be
from the same band.

- I tend to agree.

- If the Songhees
are telling the truth...

- Then we might be looking
for someone else.

- And I'm not the only one being
attacked by these brutes.

And you... you're sitting
around your office doing
nothing about it.

- Who else has been attacked?
- Talk to Robert Duncan from
the mining company.

I heard the savages raided
his assay office two days ago.

Burned it down to the ground.

- Mr. Duncan will talk to us
in the morning.

- But we could do it now.
- Oh...

Mr. Duncan sets his own agenda.

It means
we can go caroling tonight.

We should celebrate...
the... holiday.

Daphne!

What is going on?
- Your brother's wife and I

have decided
a change in accommodation

would be best for all involved.

- Mother threw Aunt Julia out!
- You, get back to your room!

You can find her
at this address.

- I'll see you in the morning.

♪♪♪
(indistinct chattering)

(dog barking)

- Julia?
- William?

♪♪♪

Happy Holidays!

- Bloody Ponzi!
I went to the address

on the back of the card
and he wasn't there.

- Perhaps he took the day off.

- He hasn't taken the day off,
Margaret! He's stolen our money.

- No... it can't be...
- I'm throwing the bugger

in jail the first chance I get.
- You can't do that!

Then everyone will know
we're fools.

Not to mention broke.
- Margaret...

I didn't give him
a thousand dollars.

I gave him three thousand.

- What?
- Margaret, keep quiet!

- How did you get
three thousand dollars?

- I took out a second mortgage.

If we don't get our money back,

we'll lose the house.

(sighs)

- I will give you that Daphne
acted somewhat uncharitably,

but you did cut open
our family dog.

- And found how he died!

Your wife
had planted poinsettias.

Which I had removed

so that if you do entertain
getting another animal,

it won't suffer the same fate.

- But you involved
our children.

- I was merely attempting
to satisfy their curiosity.

Perhaps if someone else
in your family did that
more often

they wouldn't be such little--
- Perhaps we should get back
to the business at hand.

- Excellent idea.
- Yes.

- I was thinking
that maybe we should speak

with the Haida.
- Oh! Good luck.

If they don't want to be found,
they won't be.

The Haida,
they're not like the Songhees.

All the Bands
are proud people.

The Haida
were steeled by warfare.

And of all the people
in the region,

they have the most cause
to dislike us.

- Why is that?
- Because ninety percent

of their numbers
died from smallpox.

They've been pushed
from their lands

or fled trying to escape
the disease.

- Still, they may be
our best chance at discovering

who killed your mentor.
- That may be,

but they won't be found if
they don't want to be.
- So you won't help?

- I can't. Besides,
I'm getting back

to my work.
- No. You have been forbidden.

- The Hewess only said that

because of your accusations.

I can make peace with him.
- Look, Miss Byrne...

- I am going to finish my work
that I started

with Dr. Drummond.
Excuse me.

- Well, Mr. Duncan awaits.
- Yes.

- As does
my luxurious accommodation.

(indistinct chatter)
- Mr. Duncan!

Merry Christmas.
- Don't say that.

I don't care much for it.
- And why is that?

- Christmas insults me.

You know, there is nothing wrong
with getting a lump of coal.

Coal is damned valuable!
- It certainly is, Mr. Duncan.

What happened
at your assay office?

- The savages burnt it
to the ground.

- Why?
- How would I know?

My men and I chased them off.
Would have killed them
if they hadn't fled.

- You should have called
the police.

- I can handle my own affairs.
- Where did they go?

- Back into the woods
where they belong.

- Have there been
any other encounters

since that incident?
- Of course not.

Bloody cowards.

Anything else?
- Not for now.

Merry Christmas.

- If you say so.

(knocking)

- Mrs. Murdoch!

- As I said before,
it's Dr. Ogden.

Hello, girls!

What can I do for you?
- My children

were wondering
if they could see you.

Please, it is something
they really want.

- Come on in, girls.
- (together): Auntie Julia!

- Thank you, Mrs...
Huh, Dr. Ogden.

I will be by
to fetch them later.

- Well...
What do you want to do?

- Same as we did yesterday.
- Oh...

Well, I'm sorry, I don't seem

to have been any dead creatures
to play with today.

- (together): Oh...

- But if you want
to continue your education...

I do have an idea.

(chattering)

- Why don't we just say
that you slipped on ice?

- Doing what?
- Walking across,

I suppose.
- Where was I going?

- Oh, I don't... To get
to the other side of the ice.

- Why didn't I just go
around it, George?

- Oh, Higgins, I don't know!
You come up with something then,

instead of constantly
poking holes in my stories.

- We could at least say
I was injured

catching a criminal.
- You catching a criminal?

Henry, we want
to keep it believable.

- You're the one
who nearly killed me, George.

- Henry!

My dear dear dearest love.
What happened to you?

- Huh... I slipped.

- He... slipped chasing
a dastardly villain.

There was a magnificent chase
through the streets.

There was a horse...
and a motorcar

and a sleigh.
- A sleigh? With Santa?

- With an evil Santa, yes.
A bad Santa.

And Henry was clinging
to the back of the sleigh

for dear life,
and the sleigh was on fire,

and then Higgins managed
to... to climb aboard

and subdue the villain,

saving countless lives
and then he slipped.

- From the sleigh?
- No. He actually slipped

on a patch of ice.
Just walking across

from one side to the other.
This was all after

the sleigh business.
- And was that...

before or after
you dragged him

behind your autocar
on a set of snow-skis?

- You know about that?
- Hmm. Yes.

Prissy Princewater was out
Christmas shopping and saw

the whole thing.
And my friend Sangita,

she told me the rest.
She's always up

on the latest tittle-tattle.
- Hello, Henry! I hope
you're feeling better!

- Thank you.

- I don't know
what you heard,

Miss Newsome,
but it was not how it appeared.

- No? Well,
the word was that Henry

was being dragged
behind your autocar,

and then he went flying through
the window of a toy shop,

destroyed the whole window
and all the presents inside,

and those presents
were meant for orphans,

and now their Christmas
is surely ruined.

- Well, I suppose
it was how it appeared.

- We were trying to learn
how to snow ski.

- Learn? I thought you two
were old hands at that.

- Ruth, the fact
of the matter is...

we've never heard
of snow-skiing.

We were terrified.

- We didn't want
to look like fools.

- Oh...
- I suppose

now we won't be going
on our trip after all.

- Well... Of course we can.

Someone just needs to push Henry
up the mountain. George,

you could do that,
in a wheelchair.

And then he gets a jolly ride
all the way down.

- And that is the right atrium.

But not the same sort of atrium
one would find in a home.

The sort you'd find in a cow.

(knocking)

Hello?
- It's Daphne.

- Everything under the bed.
- Hello?

Hello? I'm waiting!
(knocking)

- Oh! Aprons. Aprons.
- Hello?

- Daphne.
- Did they behave?

- They did.
- The entire time?

- Yes.
- Oh. Well...

Children, we should leave.

Thank you for your time,
Dr. Ogden.

- Goodbye, Aunt Julia.
- Goodbye.

- Don't worry,
we won't tell her anything.

- Georgina!

(water running)

- I can't say
that I don't envy you a little.

I do love Daphne, but...

Recently she seems lost.

There was a time
when she had ambitions.

- She still has time
for them.

- Ah... I'm fear

she may have lost
her spirit.

Partially my fault, I'm afraid.

- Why do you say that?

- She was at University

when I met her.

She left
to start our family.

All those years
that I was...

posted in remote territories,

she had no one to talk to
save the children.

Now I fear that she may think

she has nothing more
to contribute

than raising them. And soon,

they'll be done with her.
- You seem quite settled now.

Perhaps you could
encourage her to do more.

- William,
I'm sorry to have treated you

to such a dismal Christmas.

- No! I have no complaints.

Look at me,
out here solving a crime.

With my brother no less.

It's like paradise.

- Well...

On certain days
of the year, yes.

I think you might
feel differently though

when it rains.
That's when it becomes

the Wet Coast.
- Ah! How bad could it be?

(branchs crackling)

- Who's there?

If someone is out there,
show yourselves.

Show yourselves!

- (Julia): I am trying.

- Dr. Ogden, is that you?

What are you doing here?

- I was just so bored...

I was curious about
what you're up to out here.

Hoping you might need
a second pair of hands.

- Well, I suppose I could.

Alright.
Come and make yourself useful.

(breathing)

One of many families lived here.

The bands of the Salish,
they lived

in established communities,
they built, they created,

they traded.
They weren't just

simple hunters
and gatherers,

they had a society
as sophisticated as our own.

Some would say
we have not treated them well.

- And this work you are doing
will change that?

- I very much doubt that.

But the way people once lived

has always fascinated me.

My mother told me

I had a brain. It was
my responsibility to use it.

- Wise woman.
Mine thought so too.

- You know, it's funny.

Many of the Bands
that I have encountered...

They're matriarchal in nature.
- Really?

Is that true of the Band
you are working with?

- No, the Songhees' line,
it's patriarchal,

but I've actually
come to notice

the Hewess, the chief,

he's not the one
making the decisions.

- Who is?
- The Band has a Clan Mother.

I've come to notice
that she is the one

who makes
the important decisions.

In fact, it was actually her
that permitted this expedition.

- I told you not to come back.

- I thought...
- I don't lie.

And I don't make threats.

- Alright.

- I have no comment.
- We've had multiple reports.

- What exactly
are the reports saying?

- Word on the street is that
a whole swath of dimwits

have been suckered out
of their money.

The perpetrator
is apparently

a Mr. Charles Ponzi.

- And what do you want me
to say about that?

- Is the Constabulary aware
of the matter?

- There have been no reports.

- I suppose
they're too embarrassed.

Not much you could do anyway.

Just a pack of morons tossing
their money out the window.

- Right.

- Anyone simple enough to be
suckered by a two bit charlatan

deserves to lose
their shirt.

- I suppose
there's some truth in that.

- Perhaps there's a way to keep
the police out of the story

all together.
"Flim flam man

taxes the stupid."
It could be a full profile

on every bird-witted dullard
who fell for this scam.

A weekly feature
on the suckers...

"Page three dum-dums."

- Get out.

- I beg your pardon?
- Get out

of my Station House now,
young lady.

- I wish you and yours
the happiest of holidays.

- And if you dare to print
any of this nonsense

I'll make sure
the Toronto Telegraph

has a Christmas bonfire
to remember! You got that?

- Is everything
quite all right, sir?

(growls)

(indistinct chattering)

- Are you sure you're up
for this trip, George?

- Yes. Of course. I'm always up
for new experiences.

And if Henry and I perish,
well... at least

we're spending time
with the women we love.

- It's a beautiful chalet

in the middle
of nowhere, George.

We don't have to do
any skiing at all.

- Well, I like
the sound of that.

- I doubt they'll mind,

it is Christmas.
- Miss Bloom, that is thievery.

- Then arrest me, Constable.

Though I must admit I had more
than my share last night.

There was a man in here
spending money

as if it were going
out of fashion.
- Oh, really?

- Round after round
of free drinks for all.

- Quite the display
of Christmas spirit.

- Oh, I don't think it had
anything to do with that.

- What, just filthy rich then?
- Apparently,

he scammed half of Toronto
out of their life savings.

One of them was even
a Police Inspector.

(liquid pouring)

- The man scammed us
out of everything.

- How much did you give him?
- All of it.

We'll be out of the house
by the end of the week.

- Sir, why did you trust him?

- It seemed
too good to be true.

But he'd made a mint
for the others.

- He was robbing Peter
to pay Paul.

- Eh?

- It's an age old bunco.

The first marks,
they get paid

with money
that the new suckers put in.

Cheers. By the time
that dries up, well,

the grifter's high-tailed it.
- How do you know

so much about this?
- Well,

let's just say Mimico
wasn't entirely built

on mills and railroads.

- Are you telling us the entire

Newsome family fortune
came from defrauding people?

- I think the real question here
is whether or not

you want to get back
at this flimflammer?

- I just want
to get my money back.

- We can do that too.

I'll need three players.
And the whole thing

might be just a...

teensy bit against the law.

- Alright then.

A real Christmas caper.

(birds squeaking)
(sights)

- You are at the end
of the world.

- Or the beginning of it.
According to Charles Darwin,

all life came from the sea.
- Hmmm.

William!

Look over there.

- Still warm.

- Hmmm.

(sights)
William...

- Oh!

Hello!

- Let's go!

This way!

- But we still need
to speak to them!

- You saw that they pulled
a knife on us,

didn't you?
- I noticed that.

(panting)

- I think we've lost them.

You first. I have children.
- I've met them.

Are you sure
you wouldn't prefer to go first?

I think we're clear.

- Do you think
there are many more of them?

- I certainly hope not.

William, I think we should run.

- No, you shouldn't.

- You speak English?

- Of course I do.

Move.

(lively music)
(indistinct chatter)

(crowd laughing)

- Right then.
I've got customers

calling me at all hours
and I've nothing to give them.

- Our financier will give us
the funds to resume production

in January.
- The Christmas season

is intended for enjoyment, Sir.
- No, it's not, you two!

It's for making money!

- Well, we have
plenty of that.

So here,
take some and then shoo.

- Ladies!

Forgive the intrusion.
- No intrusion at all.

- I couldn't help
but overhear. May I?

It seems...

you're every bit as savvy

as you are beautiful.

(giggling)
Now, do tell.

What business
could attract two ladies

as lovely as yourselves?
- Oh...

- I think it worked.
- Bloody well hope so.

- Cosmetics?

I didn't think anyone
outside the world of the stage

bought cosmetics.
- Every woman likes to look

her finest.
- Some women hardly need

the help.
- And aren't you a charmer.

- What's this now?
- They're luring him in.

- Well, it looks like
she's luring him into bed.

I'm putting a stop to this.
- No you're not, Crabtree,

sit down.
- The truth is,

women all over the city
buy cosmetics.

And they don't exactly
sell them at Eaton's.

- No. Our first run
was ten thousand units.

We sold out every single
tube of lip rouge.

- All that without a storefront?
- That was our partner's idea.

The man who was just here.

- First we sold
to all our friends here

at the Star Room.
Then we offered them a deal.

They could have the product
at half the cost if they just

bought a little extra and then
sold to all their friends.
- And those friends

sold to more friends
and soon enough

we had hundreds of salesgirls
all buying our product.

- How ingenious.

Like a pyramid.

If you don't mind my asking...

What if your financier gave you
the money right now?

- Well, our partner
would have the factory

up and running in no time.
We'd get the girls
all the product,

and the money
would just start flowing in.

- They'd likely make a killing.
They'd probably sell out
again before Christmas.

- But we're in no hurry.
Our customers are happy to wait

until January.
- Until then,

we're just going
to enjoy ourselves.

- Alright...

- What exactly is your deal
with your financier?

- He gets thirty percent
of the profits.

- For ten thousand dollars.

- Miss Bloom! A word please.

You're supposed to be getting
his money, not seducing him.

- If he likes me,
then he'll trust me.

And if he trusts me,
he won't look too closely

at this ridiculous
business proposal.
- You look like you're actually

attracted to him.
- I'm playing my part.
I'm naughty, she's nice.

Then we fleece him
for all he's worth.
- Would you two stop it?

You're going to blow
this whole thing.
- Sir...

- Good evening.
(giggling)

(crowd laughing)
- Dammit!

- We've got him.
- He really went for it?

- Did he give you the money?
- Oh, not yet. But he will.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- He's gonna give us

the ten thousand.
But he had a teensy request.

Teensy teensy teensy.
- What?

- To see the factory tomorrow.
- Bollocks.

- Inspector.
- We're sunk.

- Where will we find a factory?
In twenty-four hours, no less.

- None of you has a factory?

- Why would any of us
have a factory?

- Fine. We can use one of mine.

(fire crackling)

- Yes, we were
at the mining office.

- And you burned it down.
- We did not.

We were only taking supplies.

- What happened?

- A man saw us.
He started shooting.

We ran. We got nothing.

- That's not what the owner
of the mine said.

- He is a liar.

Here. Show them.

We were shot with no warning.

We meant no harm.

- If you mean no harm,
then let us go.

- Why should I?

- May I?

Please.

It's alright, it's alright.
I only want

to show it to you.
Here, you can take it.

This knife belongs
to your Band,

yes?

It was used to kill a man.

Also...

This was found at a farm
that had been raided.

- We had no reason
to kill any man.

- Why are you here,
dressed like this?

This isn't your home.
- It once was.

We lived all up
and down the coast.

And we are coming back
to where we belong.

You know why we wear these?

- No.

- Because your people

made it illegal for us
to adorn our skin.

We made these so that
we could remember who we are.

- And that is
what we are doing now.

Becoming who we are
once again.

- But the knife?

- I lost that knife
when we raided the office.

You have my word.

- You know what this means.

- I know what it could mean.

Let us prove you innocent.

(indistinct chatter)

- What's going on?

- What does it look like?
They're preparing for war.

- You have to go to the police.

- This is not your business.

The Haida are not welcome
on this land.

- People will be killed.

- That never stopped
your people.

- Let me call the police,
let them help you!

- They won't help.
They never have

and they never will.
- My husband will.

- I am letting you leave.
Our fight is with the Haida.

Not you. Go.

- Let's go.

- I don't know where she is!
The children and I went over

to see her and...
- I don't even

want Christmas anymore!
- Georgina, cease!

I was harsh. I am sorry.

- Julia! Where have you been?

- I was at the hotel
freshening up.

- All this time?
- We were with the Songhees.

- What? Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

But there is a problem.

- A few years ago,

daddy dearest
had a the most marvelous idea.

What's the most revolting thing
in the world?

- (George): A dead body. No!
A decaying body. No!

Moths.
- Cola!

- Cola? I like cola.
- Everyone likes cola.

- Cola is brown,
and that is revolting.

- Miss Newsome, steak is brown.
Chocolate is brown.

- Brown sugar.
- So my daddy invented

Newsome's Pure Cola.
Clear as a crystal.

- Never heard of such a thing.
- Well,

he never actually made it.
He bought the factory,

bought the cola,
could never get the brown out.

And here we are
with an empty factory.

- And what exactly
am I supposed to do?

- You'll be my foreman.
Foreman Tom.

- Don't take liberties,
Crabtree.

- And we'll have to get you
some new clothes.

- We can fill the order

in twenty four hours if we work
round the clock, like.

- And what about the workers?
- Ah!

Tommy's lads are up for it.
Right, mate?

Mate?
- Sir.

- What kind of steel
are you working with, Tom?

Tackle. Apparatus.

(speaking Italian)
- What the bloody hell

is he on about?
- My apologies, Mr. Ponzi,

old Tom has gone
a bit hard of hearing.

- Veritable fathead,
if you ask me.

It's hardly a wonder he's never
done better for himself
than common labour.

- Listen to me,
you sniveling little git --

- Sir. You're gonna ruin it.
- I'll ruin him.

- Don't you want the money?
- I'll rip his head off
in a bloody minute.

- Sir, we have to be patient
and stick to the plan.

Alright then! Mr. Ponzi!

My apologies.
You know what it can be like

dealing with the working man.
Right then.

As for the steel
coming out of this place,

I can vouch for it myself.
Top of the line, mate.

I mean,
dusters, pourers,

mixers, waxers.
- Impressive.

Shall we take a look inside?

- Well, we could,
but huh...

it's a bit dusty.

Greasy. Waxy. I mean,

I could get you some overalls
but they don't always

do the trick. That's not
your favourite suit, is it?

I'll tell you what.
If we're gonna talk turkey,

why don't we do it
in an establishment

more befitting?
- Even better.

- Right then, Tommy.
Have the lads on call.

I have a feeling we'll be up
and running in the morning!

- Sir.

- I doubt I can do much
about all of this.

- If you don't, people will die.
- There must be a way

to stop this.
- I can try.

But I am not going
to find men willing

to abandon their holidays
to get involved in this.

- You can't be serious.
- Well...

Indians killing Indians.

No one cares, I'm afraid.

- But you are
an officer of the law!

- I know.
And I will do what I can.

But I warn you.
I will not be able

to raise an army to help me.
- You have me.

(Georgina and Rudolphina):
Aunt Julia!

- Excuse me.
- Miss Byrne,

I have a question
about Mr. Duncan

and this mining consortium.

And I would appreciate
an honest answer.

- Aunt Julia!
- You're back!

(laughing)
- Yes, I'm back.

Can you wait a minute?

Daphne...

- They like you
better than me.

- That's not possible.

- Then why...

- They're extremely
bright girls, Daphne.

Far too bright
to be stifled.

- I'm not stifling them.

I'm protecting them.

- From what?

- I was brighter than any child
when I was in school.

I had things
that I wanted to do, dreams...

Then I married.

Why would I let them

start down a path
they can never finish?

- Who says they won't?

- I don't regret
my marriage to Jasper.

Believe that.
And I want my girls

to marry,
to have a fine husband

and when that happens,

the doors
will close in on them.

- It doesn't have to.

Just as it doesn't for you.

You and your girls
can do anything you want.

If you let yourself.

My father didn't want me
to be a doctor,

but he never discouraged

my curiosity.

- Your success...

Your career...

It makes me feel worthless.

- You are far from worthless,
Daphne, and you know it.

- We had found a number
of fascinating artifacts.

But then we found
something else. Coal.

And a vast amount of it.
Mr. Duncan, he heard about that.

And he wanted that land.
- But the land belongs

to the Songhees.
- Don't be naive.

Nothing belongs to the Indians.

Not anymore.

Mr. Drummond
had been granted a deed

from the provincial government.
- Then why did you let

the Songhees kick you off?
- Because I was just trying

to make the peace.
Once I had found everything

that I needed to find,
I was going to leave.

And so was Mr. Drummond.
But he would keep the deed

so the Songhees could stay.

- Mr. Drummond owned the land
in perpetuity?

- For as long as he lived.
- Is it possible then

that Mr. Duncan knew that
he would never get legal title

as long as Mr. Drummond
was alive?

- Ernest would never
have granted him the deed.

- What happens to the land now
that Mr. Drummond is dead?

- It reverts to the Crown.

In theory, it is part
of a treaty with the Songhees.

- So if Mr. Duncan
and the coal mining company

want the land...
- It would be theirs.

The treaty is nothing
but a piece of paper.

- Miss Byrne,
would you accompany me?

- Where are we going?

(snoring)

- Well, all right,

Mr. Ponzi. It appears
you have yourself a deal.

- I have one last request.
- What's that?

- I'm not willing to give you

ten thousand for thirty percent
of the profits.

- Well, that's the deal
we have on the table.

We won't take less.
- I want fifty percent

of your profits. And I want you
to double your production.

Twenty thousand dollars.

- Alright, Mr. Ponzi.
You have yourself a deal.

- Bene.

Bene.

(door opens)
- Ah!

(indistinct chatter)

- I thought
I was finished with you.

- Far from it.
- What do you want?

- Actually,
it's what you may want.

Mr. Drummond ceded to me

a very important document
before he died.

- He did?
- Let's just say

she has some land
you might be very interested in.

- Well, if he's interested
why isn't he here?

- Greed is a powerful motivator.

- Miss Byrne, Detective.

My associates, Price and Cage.

- Miss Byrne is prepared
to sell you

the claim to this land.
- At what price?

- Ten percent
of all future profits

once you begin mining.
- You and I both know

that if I show the government
there is coal here

they will simply
give me the land.

- Not if you're in prison.
- The hell are you saying?

- We're prepared to make you

an offer, Mr. Duncan.
- What's that?

- A swift resolution
to the investigation

of the murder of Mr. Drummond.

- And why would that
concern me?

- I'm a very good detective,
Mr. Duncan.

You don't want me looking
any further into this case.

- So I'm supposed to trust you?

- Assigning blame
to the Songhees

is very convenient
for all of us.

And we get
our ten percent.

- Huh-huh...

- Oh! Thomas!

It's a miracle!
We're rich again!

- Not a miracle, Margaret.
It was this one's idea.

- Oh! Miss Newsome,

we owe you
our undying gratitude.

- Oh, it was nothing.
(sights in relief)

- We can pay our bills.
And save our house.

And buy all kinds
of Christmas presents!

And don't think
you're not getting

something wondrous!
- Oh!

I do need a crystal pitcher.
Henry broke mine.

- You threw it at me.
- I threw it to you.

You were meant to catch it.
- Crystal it is.

In fact maybe
I'll get some for myself.

- Oh, you must.
One cannot be without crystal.

- Oh! You are quite right.
Perhaps we could

go to Eaton's together
so you can show me

what else we'll need
for a proper home.
- How wonderful!

- Oh, after you.

(indistinct chatter)

- Well, they sure seem
to be fast friends, Sir.

Perhaps we should arrange

for the four of us
to have dinner together.

- Why?
- Well...

Sir, our better halves
are friends.

That means we'll have
to be friends. Perhaps...

we could spend
Christmas together.

I need to have a word
with Mr. Ponzi.

Where's Crabtree?

- You have the claim documents?

- I do.
- Then it's a deal.

If this land bears
what I think it shall,

you two will be very rich.

- Well, Mr. Duncan,

if I had known that Mr. Drummond
was holding out on you,

I would have killed him myself.
- I wish you had.

It would have saved me
a lot of trouble.

- Thank you for that.
- For what?

- Your confession.
Robert Duncan,

you are under arrest
for the murder of...

- I'm under arrest
for nothing.

It's going to look
to the rest of the world

that the Indians have done
a lot of killing today.

- Drop 'em.

- I have two men with guns.
- And I have one

trained on you.

- Do what he says.

- Put your the gun down,
Mountie.

- What's this?

The place is dead quiet.
Where is everyone?

- Oh, you didn't hear?
Those two ladies

turned out to be crooks, mate.
- Crooks?

- Crooked as crocodiles.
Real confidence tricksters.

- But they...

Their business
was so successful...

- Yeah, so they said.
But I never saw a dollar.

I mean, they made
lots of promises,

but as far as actual money goes,
I saw nothing.

Wait a tick,

you didn't give them money,
did you?

- Of course not!

What happened to them?

They left town?
- Nah.

Police hauled them away.

I bet they're gonna have a line
of verified suckers

going halfway through Toronto
waiting to get their money back.

- These women confidence
tricksters have my money.

Twenty thousand dollars of it,
all in cash.

It's only fair
that the Constabulary return it

to its rightful owner.
- And you think

that's you, do you?
- Who else would it be?

Say, aren't you...
- Why I'm it.

A veritable fathead, like?

- I don't understand.
- Oh, it's simple enough,

ladies and gentlemen.

You give your money to me.
And I made the magic happen.

- No, no. Let me take him in.
I'll deal with him.

- We will do that.
- No.

No. Let us. He'll be charged
for the assault on your friend.

And he'll be charged
for murder. Please.

- We don't want
his blood on our hands.

You can take him.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
- None of you should be here.

- Duncan! Duncan! Halt!
- No, wait!

- Stop him!
He's the man responsible

for all of this.
- Go on!

- Alive!

No, no, no, no. These men
have done nothing wrong.

- I decide.

- These men have done
nothing wrong.

They are not your enemy.
- They are not welcome.

- Then they will leave.
- You don't speak for us.

- You!

Tell him that unless
my men and I are released,

all of them will die.
That is your duty!

- No, no.
That is not our duty.

Our duty is to ensure
that this man

gets the justice
that he deserves.

And we will
do that.

- You take them.

Take them and leave.

- Let's go William.
- No, no, no.

These men have done
nothing wrong.

- What we do with them
is not your concern.

- It is. I believe them
to be innocent.

- You do realize we could
have walked out of here?

- I'm sorry.

Please don't send me to jail.

It is Christmas after all...

I only set out
to earn a few dollars.

It was less
than honourable,

I know.

I was struggling
to make ends meet.

But the first people
who gave me money

told their friends
to do the same.

- And you took it.
- It meant...

I could pay back
all those first people,

pay them everything
I'd promised.

And then more people came,
and more. I paid out thousands.

- And you kept thousands
for yourself!

- I thought there would
be enough for everyone.

I certainly didn't want to hurt
all those kind people.

But the truth is...

I was overtaken by avarice.

The more money there was,
the more I wanted.

Soon I didn't even recognize
myself in the mirror.

I had changed from
a flawed man to an evil one.

All because of greed.

- None of us are
without fault, Mr. Ponzi.

- I suppose not.

(sniffling)

But I've been worse than most.

Do with me what
you will, Sir.

- Get out.

Go on before I change my mind.
- Thank you.

Thank you, Sir.

Merry Christmas to you!

If there's anything I can do
to repay you this kindness...

- Just do something nice
for someone for Christmas.

- Of course. Oh, grazie!

(speaking Italian)

(relived sobbing)

(sobbing stops)

(soft chuckle)

(sighing)

- You put our lives in the hands
of these savages.

- Mr. Duncan,
quiet please.

- You take him home
to face your justice.

These men will stay.

They will be safe here.

- Are you in agreement?

- I trust them
more than you.

- I still need to speak
with the Haida

about their crimes.

They've been stealing
from farms.

Don't talk to me
about stealing.

They're only trying to reclaim

what has been taken from them.

- And what's that?

- Who they are.

(sighing)

- Let's go, William.

Let's go boys. Move.

- Detective man.

Thank you
for treating me fairly.

- You as well.

(knocks on the door)
(door opening)

- Julia!

Thank you for coming back.

- Thank you for having me.

And I want to apologize.

I don't have any right to tell
you how to raise your children.

- I have something
I'd like to show you.

Come.

I'm hiding him here.

What do you think?
Will they like him?

- He's wonderful!

♪♪♪

- Because I said so!
- Why can't we go

to the boys section first?
- Because I am your mother!

- But I want new clothes.
- We're all getting new clothes.

I'm just getting mine first.
- No you're not.

- What?!

- None of us is getting
a thing. No new clothes.

No Christmas presents.
- Why not?

- Because we've been
greedy, all of us.

- What about the presents
we've already got?

- They're going back.
Every last one.

- No Christmas at all?

- You've got
your family, son.

That's all any of us
could ever ask for.

Margaret, make a list
of all the people

who were wronged
by Mr. Ponzi.

(groaning)

♪♪♪

- Here you are, darling.
- Oh, thank you!

- Where are they?
We have a present for them.

- They said they would
be back later.

Oh, yes!

- But in the meantime,
we have something for you.

- Oh! What is it?
(humming happily)

(clears throat)

- It is for both of you. But...

you have to promise to share.

It's from your mother.
- Can we open it now, mother?

- Of course.
(Jasper laughs)

(exclaiming in admiration)
- It's the inside of a person!

- Isn't it lovely.

- That's incredible!

- This is the best gift ever.

- ♪♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy New Year ♪♪
- We've saved the house,

we've given everyone
their money back,

and we've still got
all this left.

- That's quite a bit of money.

- So what should we do with it?

- If it belonged to Ponzi,

it must have been taken
from someone.

- Perhaps we'll never know.
Could be someone

from the other side of the world
for all we know.

- We need to give it back.

Of course!

(chorus singing)
My word!

Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas to you too,
Saint Nick.

Are you still mad at me?
- Whatever for?

- Well, I almost lost the house.
If I hadn't risked everything

we'd be having a Christmas
full of presents

like every other year.
- Oh, Thomas.

I couldn't be more proud
to be married to a man

so full of the spirit
of Christmas.

(chorus singing)

(kids laughing)

(kids laughing)

- Higgins,
do you see anybody else

with a ticket for this?
- No.

- I think I got taken.
- I suppose you did, George.

- I'm still terribly sorry
about your neck.

- Oh, that's all right.
Ruth likes to play nurse.

(laughing)

- Well then,
have a wonderful Christmas!

There you go.

(laughing)

(laughing)

(birds squeaking)

- (Murdoch): Thank you for this.

- Today is a special day
for you.

- (Julia): It is.

- In the beginning
there was only this.

This here the Raven found life.

- Both my God and science
say the same.

- And from there we differ.

- From there we differ.

- But not here.
Not now.

We can be one.

♪♪♪

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