Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 13, Episode 2 - Bad Pennies - full transcript

A man is found murdered and an innocent man is first arrested and subsequently released with the murderer posed to kill again if not arrested first.

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Move!

Hey, stop there!

Heads up, heads up!
Constabulary!

Get away from me.
I didn't do anything!

- Get your hands off me!
- I know what you did.

Stop there! Police!

- Are you alright?
- Yeah.

- What's going on between you?
- Nothing.

Nothing?

George!

- George!
- Hey, wait!



Oi, stand back!
Please, get back.

Get back sir, let's go.

Constabulary, coming through.

He's been dead
less than five minutes.

What do you know about it?

I was chasing the man who did
this. Would have had him too,

if your partner here
hadn't shown up.

So good work, Constable.

You just let
a killer go free.

What happened, Mr. Parker?

Ask your Constable.
He knows.

I'm asking you.

Pretty simple, really.
I heard a shot.

I saw someone running, tried to
stop him before he got away.



Just being a good citizen?

Yeah, I didn't know
that was a problem.

It's not.
If that's all it was.

You doubting me?

I told you what I did.

So how about I tell you
what the real problem is?

Problem is,

I caught a killer and
your copper let him get away.

- He didn't see what you saw.
- No. He saw a black man

beating on a white man and
decided who the bad guy was.

I've seen it before,
no doubt I'll see it again.

Constable Crabtree
is an honest policeman.

And I'm sure it was
an honest reaction.

So, you holding me or not?

- No.
- Good.

Now perhaps you'll let me
be on my way

and you can go see if you can
catch the real criminal here.

You'll be providing us with
your address before you leave.

I'm renting a room
down on Alexander.

Will you be staying
in Toronto long?

Man tries to do a good turn,

and all he gets is a lump
on the back of his head.

What makes you think
I'll be sticking around here?

- I apologize, sir.
- There's no need.

You did the correct thing
under the circumstances.

If that had have been me,

I don't think he'd be
treating me the same way.

Well, it's understandable,
I mean...

Track record, Henry.

- Be reasonable.
- I am being reasonable.

Neither Samuel or I
want you touching him.

- I am more than capable.
- Doctor Forbes?

I will see that you and your
husband's wishes are honoured.

Thank you.

Good luck tomorrow.
Doctor Ogden.

Just see that
my Samuel gets better.

- This is ridiculous.
- We have to respect the patient's wishes.

I am able to perform
that surgery.

I have no doubt
about that.

And I am as accomplished
as any man in this hospital.

Well,

not any man.

- You know what I mean.
- Yes, I do.

But my decision has been made.
I have already briefed

Doctor Dixon on
Mr. Fitzgerald's condition

and he will be performing
the operation.

- Then I'll assist.
- No, you will not.

You will stay well away
from this patient.

Do you see the wound?

I've here been before,
Miss Hart.

Small calibre weapon.
Likely some sort of pistol.

Powder burns indicate
it was done at very close range.

- Anything else?
- Yes. The bruising pattern

is not consistent
with a single barrel weapon.

Interesting.

I'll look into it.

This was no bar room
altercation gone wrong, George.

- This was an assassination.
- Sir?

Perhaps we released
that Mr. Parker prematurely.

See, everyone makes mistakes.

Thank you, sir.
I do have an address for him.

Well, perhaps he warrants
another conversation.

Union card.
He was a Stevedore.

Who would want to kill
a dockworker?

Miss Hart, I need
full details on the wound:

measurements, photographs
and a determination of calibre,

if you can make one.

It's no great surprise that
something like this happened.

- Sir?
- I've just had my ear chewed off

by Cecil Vance,
the Harbourmaster.

He's having trouble
down at the docks.

Men not turning up for their shifts.
Tossing it off when they do.

So whatever the situation is,
it could be getting worse.

- That's stating the bloody obvious, isn't it?
- Sirs.

- What is it, Crabtree?
- Bad news, I'm afraid.

It seems Mr. Parker
gave us a false address.

So, Crabtree
had a suspect in custody,

you had a witness, and the pair
of you let them both go?

- There was no reason to...
- There's always a bloody reason

to hold on to someone if you
think they've done something.

Bloody hell, Murdoch! I expect
this from him, but you...

Sir, I apologize. I thought
Higgins was in trouble...

You should hope your novel
is a raging bestseller,

because you sure as hell won't
be rising through the ranks

- around here anytime soon.
- Sir?

That's all, Buggalugs.

He's in a mood.

We're never fully aware of the
pressures the Inspector's under.

Sir, I wish I had
your sense of charity.

- No.
- Right.

- Don't know him.
- You?

Never seen him before.

This man was one of yours.

He was shot
in the side of the head.

This was no accident.

It was a deliberate murder.

Likely because of these
labour disruptions.

Is not one of you
going to be man enough

to stick up for one of your own?

Sir, do you think
one of them will...

We shall see.

Ah.

Hello?

His name's Carl Landers.

What can you tell
us about him?

Not much more than that.

Came up here from Pittsburgh.
Started working with us

- about a month ago.
- Anything else?

I'm not surprised
he ended up the way he did.

- Why do you say that?
- He was a hothead,

- stirring up trouble.
- From what I understand,

- he's not the only one.
- All we're looking for

is a living wage, maybe work in a
place where we don't get killed.

- Nothing wrong with wanting that.
- And Landers?

Landers wanted to burn
the whole place to the ground.

Not getting anywhere doing that.

Did you ever see him

speaking with a black chap,

maybe 5'10",
about 30 years of age?

I saw him
with a darkie once.

Down near the roomies on Shuter.

Seemed like
they knew each other.

- Negro.
- Excuse me?

The man is not a darkie.
He's a Negro.

Thank you.

What I want to know is: what is the
police department gonna do about it?

There's nothing
the police can do about

a bunch of stevedores
dragging their asses.

I brought you in here
because I had questions,

- not the other way around!
- Mr. Vance has no knowledge

or interest in what happened
to Mr. Landers.

- He was in your employ.
- I have hundreds of men in my employ.

- And now one's been murdered.
- Again, this is a matter we have no knowledge of.

- Did you know this man?
- Of course I didn't know him.

Nor do I have any information regarding
the circumstances of his death.

We thought we were coming
in here today to find out

what your department
was planning to do about

- the situation at the docks.
- And who are you?

My name is Lionel Armstrong.
I work for Mr. Vance.

This city is losing money. Shipments
aren't moving in or out of the port.

- It's intolerable.
- These union men

are grinding the docks to a halt
and the police are doing nothing.

- They haven't broken any laws.
- They're not fulfilling their obligations.

Perhaps if you paid them
a living wage.

They are getting
a living wage.

Your job is to get
this city moving.

I suggest you do that

instead of wasting time
and energy on a dead anarchist.

You and your men
best do something about this

or I'll have your badge.

I am sure Doctor Forbes
sees you as competent.

Well... he doesn't

show it.

Is it not a patient's right
to choose his care?

This is surely not a reflection

- on your abilities.
- William, I'm not looking

for reason here; I am looking
for you to agree with me.

I agree with you,
you should be

- allowed to perform the surgery.
- Yes!

- But...
- I'm not interested in "buts," William!

Sometimes, I just need to hear
that I'm right.

I'm just trying
to find a solution.

Sometimes one isn't interested
in a solution, William;

sometimes, support is
all that is required!

So your place or mine?

Yours. Mrs. Keening's been
watching me like a hawk.

- You should move.
- My place is cheap.

It's not like I make
lawyering money.

I suppose you'll have to wait
until you're a famous writer.

I'm not sure
writers make that much either.

So shall we?

Let me meet you there.
I promised Higgins a drink.

He's been feeling
a bit down in the dumps.

- Par for the course.
- He's not a bad fellow.

- I'm sure you're right, George.
- After today, I understand

how he feels. The Inspector went up
one side of me and down the other.

- What happened?
- I let a suspect get away.

Well, you're
George Crabtree,

I'm sure you'll find him
soon enough.

Another please.

I am not having a good time
in my life right now.

- Ruth is not happy.
- I'm sorry.

She is on the outside,

but deep down,
I know she is not.

Are you sure, Higgins? I mean,

she strikes me as one
that's hard to read.

Oh, I know
my Ruthie.

I'm just
a failure of a man.

Now, that's being
a bit harsh, Higgins.

She was born for better things
than I, George.

I cannot afford to give her
the things she needs.

What does she need?

Creature comforts.

A night on the town
once in a while.

A manicure.
We've only been

to Henri's once
in the past two months.

Oh, Higgins, isn't Henri's
the most expensive

- restaurant in the city?
- It is, George,

but it is divine.

And Ruthie positively glows
when she's there.

- Another?
- No.

No, I'm off
to see Effie.

Why doesn't she like me?

She likes you
well enough, Higgins.

I doubt that.
She treats me like a bad smell.

She can come off a bit...

- reserved sometimes.
- She hates me.

And that's not fair.
I'm... I'm a good fellow.

Are you sure
you won't have another?

Higgins, you are
a good fellow,

but you know what?
You've had your fill tonight.

See you
in the morning, George.

Troubles at home?

Hardly business
of yours.

Would making
a few extra dollars help?

It would.

Then, this is your lucky day.

I got a job that needs doing,

and I'm looking
for a few good men to do it.

Mr. Parker's been seen in this
area. And I have an address.

This better not be
another false lead.

I don't believe so.
Oh! And I have George looking

into Mr. Landers' activities
in Pittsburgh.

I don't give a toss
about Pittsburgh.

Well, if it's him,
he keeps a tidy place.

The landlady said he fit
the description I gave her.

Sir, that's Mr. Landers.

- The dead man?
- Yes.

Um...

perhaps it would be best
if he didn't know we were here.

Ah. Oh.

- That's impressive.
- It's an Ensignette.

Julia bought it for me.

The only thing that Margaret
buys me is bloody long johns.

So I looked into Mr. Landers. Turns out
that up until a couple of years ago,

he was a detective
for the Pinkerton Agency.

From lawman to wharf rat.
That's something of a fall.

Did he ever have
any run-ins with Mr. Parker?

Sir, it seems Landers had
run-ins with everybody.

Given that we found his
picture in Mr. Parker's room,

it seems clear
that the two have a history.

- I'll look into that.
- Crabtree, get yourself down to Mabel's Rooms on Shuter Street.

If Parker turns up,
bring him in.

Trust me now, do you...

- sir?
- In a limited capacity.

Ah, Miss Hart,

our resident ray of sunshine!
Do come in.

Nice to see
you too, Inspector.

Detective,
sorry for the delay.

I think I've identified
the type of weapon used

to kill Mr. Landers.

It's a Shattuck Unique.
Properly named I'd say.

There's not a lot to it.

Still, it packs a punch.
Four barrels

and fits in the palm
of one's hand.

It could be
what you're looking for.

Excellent work,
Miss Hart!

Perhaps one day Murdoch will
show you his wee camera.

I look forward to it.

Young lady definitely knows
what's she's doing.

She does that.

Been doing an excellent job

- since Doctor Ogden left.
- Hmm...

I know Mr. Fitzgerald was
to be your patient. I'm sorry.

It's your assignment,
not your fault.

Well, if you'd like,
I could wait

until he's anesthetized
and you could take over.

That is not necessary.

He'd never know.

Yes, but it might not
look good on you

when I slit his throat.

You're an able surgeon,
Julia. I know that.

Just patch him up so I can
give him a piece of my mind.

Here's your card.
Congratulations.

You're a stevedore.

- Already have a full-time job.
- This isn't one.

And you'll be well paid.
If you can't do it,

I can find
plenty of others that will.

Alright, I'm counting
on you guys.

Thank you.

Sir, I have news

- about the photographs.
- The names of the men?

- No.
- Then what?

Sir, it appears that the hall
in the background

is in Homestead,
Pennsylvania.

- This Parker's a long way from home.
- Yes, sir.

Also, it seems the photographs
were taken almost 15 years ago.

And what happened
in Homestead back then?

The owners of
the Pennsylvania Steel Works

hired the Pinkerton
Detective Agency

to put down a labour unrest.
Things escalated, shots were fired,

lives were lost
on both sides.

- This Landers fellow was there?
- So it would seem.

That bloody...

- Sir?
- Sounds to me like

Mr. Cecil Vance
of the Port Authority

has called in the Pinkertons
to help sort his mess out.

And someone got wind of what
Mr. Landers was doing and killed him.

- Higgins. Where's Higgins?
- He's away from his desk.

Get Mr. Vance
in here, Murdoch. Immediately.

Yes, sir.

- Where is he?
- Just right over there.

Hey!

Hey!

Damn!

Thank you.

- Mrs. Fitzgerald.
- He's been in there

a long time.

Yes.

Madam, I do know that you're
a doctor, but I do hope

that you understand
my husband and my position.

No, I do not.
But I'm abiding by it.

Is it normal that he would be
in there for so long?

Doctor Dixon
is an able surgeon,

I'm sure he's just taking
the time he needs.

You lied to me.

- I did not.
- You knew bloody well

- who Carl Landers was.
- He was a dockworker.

No, he was
a Pinkerton detective.

- Ex.
- Mr. Vance is doing

- nothing more than protecting his interests.
- If I could trust the police,

on this, I wouldn't be digging into
my own pockets to hire the Pinkertons.

- So you don't deny it?
- No.

I'm well within my rights
to hire private security.

- And is that all it is?
- Of course.

Then why was a Pinkerton
detective carrying a union card?

I don't have
to answer that.

I have a good mind to throw
the pair of you in jail.

- For what?
- Lying to the police!

I'd like to see you prove
that. Now if you'll excuse us...

- I'm not finished!
- We are.

We have to prepare for a meeting
with the Mayor in the morning.

It is quite the endeavour trying
to find people to do your job.

Good day.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fitzgerald,
can I get you a cup of tea?

Thank you, I...

What's going on?

- Mrs. Fitzgerald...
- Samuel!

Mrs. Fitzgerald,
do not go in...

- Oh, my God!
- No, Mrs...

Samuel!

Let go of me! My God! My God!

Higgins.

You look like I feel.

Listen, you didn't
happen to see

a black chap, moustache,
extremely fleet of foot

- pass by here, did you?
- I did not.

Not again?

Alright, don't gloat.

What are you
doing out here?

Contemplating my retirement
from the force.

- You can't be serious.
- I've been offered a job, George.

It's not permanent,
but it could be

my new calling.
It suits my natural abilities.

- Oh, and they are?
- Causing trouble.

Not sure that's the same
as being the cause of trouble.

- Are you sure this is a good idea?
- It pays well.

- What's the job?
- Someone wants me to infiltrate

the stevedore union, stir up
trouble that they'll be blamed for.

Look, I've already got
a union card. Haha!

Higgins, come with me.

His name is Quinn, sir.

And where's this trouble
to take place?

Mr. Vance has a meeting
with the Mayor tomorrow.

- Where?
- The harbourmaster's office

down by the docks.
We're to create a disturbance,

make the union look bad.

This could be the same sort of thing
that Mr. Landers was involved in.

Right. The stevedore
we spoke to said as much.

Have you found
Mr. Parker yet?

- I did see him, sir.
- Oh?

- Unfortunately, he also saw me.
- Excuse me,

are you talking about
Carl Landers, the dead man?

Yes.

And do you think
this is why he's dead?

It's possible he was
discovered to be an imposter.

And he was killed for it?!

Mhm.

Oh, well, I suppose I like
being a constable well enough.

No, I need you
to stay on board, Henry.

- Sir?
- You're our man on the inside.

I need to find out who your boss
is and who he works for.

Excellent choice, sir.
Don't you know?

Causing trouble is one
of Henry's natural abilities.

Sir, Mr. Quinn
is the one

Parker had a hold of
after Landers was killed.

You mean the one
that ran away from you?

No need to remind me, sir.

Well, it's all up
to Henry now.

- Sir.
- Yes, I realize what I've just said.

- George, about Mr. Parker...
- I'm sorry he got away, sir.

No. There seems to be
more to him than meets the eye.

The Pinkertons were not
very forthcoming

about the events
of Homestead.

Mr. Parker,
on the other hand.

I reviewed my photographs
of his notes.

He has witness accounts,

- details about the shootings.
- Why was he so interested?

One of the men that was killed
was a Pinkerton agent.

His name was
Daniel Parker.

- A relative?
- Stands to reason.

So both Quinn and Landers
were at Homestead.

And Mr. Parker. It seems
whatever events transpired

at Homestead are
being settled here.

- He died in surgery?
- Yes.

His wife has demanded
a full report.

No, I did not perform
the operation.

That's a relief.
I'll make it my first priority.

Thank you.

Would you care to assist?
For old times' sake.

I'm not sure
the hospital would want

a staff member involved
in a coroner's investigation.

I very much doubt that anyone would
question your honesty, Dr. Ogden.

Thank you, Miss Hart,
but I best not.

We need to bring
this Quinn fellow in right now.

Sir, it's unlikely
Quinn is working alone,

and we have no evidence
to connect him to the murder.

He was running away
from a murder scene.

According to a witness
we have no reason to believe.

If Henry is right, Quinn will be
committing a crime soon enough.

At the meeting
between Mr. Vance and the Mayor.

Good. We'll wait
and arrest him then.

We should have
constables on the scene.

We shall not.
Where's your thinking, Crabtree?

This demonstration
has to take place.

Quinn and whoever's working with
him need to be caught in the act.

Sir, when this happened at
Homestead, nine lives were lost.

The difference
between this and Homestead

is that we're prepared
and we know what's coming.

That's no guarantee
that someone won't get hurt.

We shall have constables
in place but out of sight.

I'll be attending this damn meeting
between Mr. Vance and the Mayor.

Anyone starts acting up, they
should be placed under arrest.

Sir, if I may, you seem to be
taking this rather personally.

I've been insulted, Murdoch.

The competence
of this police force has been

called into question.

You're damn right
I'm taking this personally.

I see you've made
the place your own.

- I hope that's alright.
- Yes, of course.

You should. Well?

Well, the patient suffered
from a number of maladies,

extreme hypertension...
it wasn't noted on his chart...

and none of his major organs
were in tip-top shape.

Yes, but none
of those conditions

would cause him to die
on the operating table.

No, but they could have
contributed significantly

to his death,
if you wanted them to.

Miss Hart?

The patient died because the
attending surgeon nicked the aorta.

And the bleeding was
rapid, uncontrollable

- and ultimately fatal.
- The surgeon made a mistake.

I'd say.

But what I'm also
saying is,

given the patient's
medical history,

he had a very low chance
of surviving the surgery.

If the report was weighted
in that direction.

Exactly.

It was a surgical mistake;
everybody makes them.

Then write it up
as such, Miss Hart.

I'm sure Doctor Dixon
can take it.

Hmm. As you like.

So, it's time
to stop talking and start doing.

We don't need
to stir up trouble.

Vance has got the Mayor
down at the docks right now...

your territory,
your workplace...

telling him what
a bunch of layabouts you are.

We should be down there
showing him that we're not!

And that we're not
gonna be pushed around!

- I don't need to get fired!
- Then don't come.

Go hide in your hole
like a little mouse!

We're going
to tell the Mayor,

Vance, and the whole damn city
that we deserve a living wage!

- Yeah!
- Hell, we deserve more than that! Come on!

Come on, yeah!

We'll show him!

- Let's go, lads!
- Incoming!

So, it was my fault.

It was a mistake
anyone could have made.

"Anyone" didn't make it,
I made it.

You should have handled
that operation.

I may have ended up
with the same result.

- If I had just done my job...
- Mistakes happen.

Yes. And mine cost
a man his life.

Stay out of sight.
If there's trouble,

these are the men
I want apprehended.

George, you'll man
the callbox.

If you get the call from
the Inspector, signal the rest.

Do not engage the protesters
until necessary.

And, sir, this would
all come to an end

if the police would simply do
their jobs and arrest the workers

- who won't do theirs.
- They are hardly striking, Mr. Vance.

- They as much as are.
- Goods aren't moving.

Produce is rotting
on the docks.

- It's intolerable.
- We had less than seven ships leave port the last three days.

This situation is
crippling the city, sir.

Inspector Brackenreid?

I can't arrest the men
without cause, sir,

- even if I would like to.
- There is plenty

of cause! The harbour
is grinding to a halt!

And they have done
nothing illegal.

Sir, this is your city.

I understand and I'm managing
it to the best of my ability.

Oh, good God!

Sit down! The lot of you!
Mr. Mayor, come with me!

Is that cause,
Inspector Brackenreid?

You could say that.

Sir, understood.

Alright then, lads. Here we are.

What did I tell you?
Nothing but animals.

Higgins, put that down!
You're on our side now.

That's right,
point out the ringleaders.

- Those two.
- Constables?

You, you, arrest
the pair of them.

The rest of you, get in there
and start cracking heads!

Move sharpish! Come on!

Sir, look!

Hey! You there!

- Come on, Higgins!
- Let him go!

Parker! Stop.

- Is that your boss?
- Yes, sir.

Seems to me you won't be collecting
your paycheque any time soon, Higgins.

We found Mr. Quinn
dead on the ground.

- And Mr. Parker?
- I saw him, I gave chase.

He just approached Quinn's body,
he saw me and ran off.

Perhaps he shot him from a distance
and was checking to see if he was dead.

No. Mr. Quinn was killed
with the same weapon

as Mr. Landers. And it was
done at very close range.

Did anyone see Mr. Parker

near Mr. Quinn
prior to his death?

No, sir.

So Mr. Parker was
in the proximity

of two dead Pinkerton agents
but may not have killed them?

Seems to be the case.

Well then, it appears
we have a killer on the loose

and we're not the only ones
looking for him.

- Two dead men.
- And both in your employ it seems.

One of those unionists knew
who they were and killed them.

Do you have a suspect?

- Not yet.
- What about the black fella?

I saw him near Mr. Quinn.

We still haven't found him,
but I don't believe he did it.

Well, you've been wrong
about everything so far,

so you'll excuse me if I don't
find that terribly reassuring.

- Yes, ma'am?
- Can you walk with me?

Is this the man
you're looking for?

Indeed it is.
Well done, Miss Hart.

I found him riffling
through the victim's clothing.

- Mr. Quinn's?
- No. Mr. Landers.

Perhaps it's time we have an
honest conversation, Mr. Parker.

Hmm...

That's it.

Mr. Landers agreed to give that
to me before he was killed.

Any idea
who killed him?

No, but I believe
Quinn knew.

Mr. Landers had agreed
to speak to me

before he was murdered.
And that's why he's dead.

- Why did you not tell us any of this?
- You're the police!

Besides, it was my business,
not yours.

Two men are now
dead in my city

because of your business.

- Ah!
- Just wait.

Just give me that
and let me be on my way.

"Daniel Parker."

Any relation?

Mr. Parker?

He was my brother.

"Upon my order, you are
to shoot Agent Daniel Parker."

Bloody Pinkertons
shot one of their own?!

Why would they do that?

The strike at Homestead
was at a stalemate.

Well, more than a stalemate.

Sympathies were on the side
of the steel workers.

Carnegie and the rest
couldn't have that.

They ordered the Pinkertons
to engage the steel workers

and force them to their knees.

And since they couldn't
back down,

- they shot one of their own.
- Which allowed

- the Pinkertons to return fire.
- Exactly.

The workers fired first,
so they were fair game.

But I never believed the
accounts of my brother's death.

- Why?
- I'm a Pinkerton myself now.

Spent a long time
looking into this.

It had been a peaceful protest,

no signs of violence
until the Pinkertons created it.

Why did Mr. Landers wait
so many years to tell you?

Why does a man do anything?

He may have known
I was on to him.

His conscience may have
bothered him.

But he had contacted me,

offered me that letter
you're holding.

And that's why he was killed?

Yeah.

So both Mr. Quinn
and Mr. Landers were involved

- in your brother's death?
- More than involved.

One of them fired the shot
that killed my brother.

Who gave the order?

Agent Lionel Armstrong, sir.

The man now working
for Mr. Vance.

Bring him in, Murdoch.

Let me come with you!

- No!
- Please!

He had my brother killed.

I've spent the last ten years
searching for him.

I need to see him caught.
Please!

He's to be taken peacefully.

- Of course.
- I have your word?

Yes.

- You're leaving?
- I don't know. Possibly.

You're allowed
to feel sorry for yourself,

but you're not allowed
to give up!

This is more than just
feeling sorry for myself.

No, I know it is.

You should have been
the one to do it. Not me.

Oh, Andrew...

this will happen
for all of us.

Wait, wait!

George. There he is.

Let's just get
to the bottom of this.

Sir.

- Parker, sir.
- We'll deal with him later!

- Where's Armstrong?
- He ran out that way.

- Parker!
- He was getting away.

- Mr. Armstrong, are you hurt?
- Of course he isn't.

I was just telling you
where he is.

Tell them
what you told me.

TELL THEM!

- Parker...
- No. Tell them!

I gave the order
to execute Daniel Parker.

You can take him away now.

Ugh!

At least, I got
the right one this time.

We're not sending Mr. Armstrong
back to the United States.

Authorities in Pennsylvania
consider his actions

ancient history.
He's staying here.

And Mr. Parker?

I see no reason to charge him.

Very good.

You agree?

I do.

And, sir, with your permission,
I have a thought...

We won't be charging you
with anything.

Thanks for that.

How many years were you
with the Pinkertons?

Seven.

All that ended yesterday?

They terminated
my employ.

I guess that's what happens
when you impugn

the reputation
of a senior man.

Even if that senior man
was a murderer.

- Didn't seem to make much difference to them.
- It does to me.

He'll be facing charges
here in Canada

for both of the murders
he was involved in.

Oh, that's good.

What becomes of you?

Go along, get along.

Find something to do
with my life.

You don't seem
to be the type.

Oh yeah?
And what type am I?

You believe in justice.

You know what's right,
what's wrong.

Yeah, I think I do.

Would you consider
employment here?

- You're kidding?
- No.

Toronto Police are gonna hire
a black man as a copper?

They are not. I am.

I've spoken
with my inspector,

and how does Special Constable
Robert Parker sound?

Sounds like a made-up title
for a made-up job.

Ha!

It's not.

Seven years
as a Pinkerton detective,

you've participated
in 23 major investigations.

Well, ancient history.

Well, recent history suggests
you have what it takes.

We could use
a man like you.

I get a gun?

No.

I get a badge?

So what do I get
for all this?

A chance to draw
a regular paycheque

and to put criminals
behind bars.

Criminals like the ones
who killed your brother.

I'll only be
asking once.

Are you in?

William.

Yes?

There's something
I need to tell you.

Of course.

It's about Doctor Dixon.

I see.

He made a mistake
while performing surgery,

and Miss Hart offered
to cover it up.

I think she was doing it
as a friend.

A friend?

- Are you going to report her?
- I have no proof

other than my recounting
of the event.

Of course not.

But I think
you're right, William.

She's not one to be trusted.

Is there something else?

No.

No, that was it.