Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 14, Episode 2 - Rough and Rowdy Ways - full transcript

What does it matter George?

Well, it's a bit troubling, sir.

I mean, she's a lawyer,
I'm just a constable.

And an author.

Sadly sir, not an occupation
that pays terribly well.

George, I highly doubt
Miss Newsome

is after you for your money.

Take Doctor Ogden and myself.

I am just a policeman
and she's...

She's a surgeon.

- Yes.
- And a psychiatrist.



Yes.

And a coroner... sir, I'd
wager there is nothing

that woman can't do if
she set her mind to it.

Exactly, she is
very accomplished.

So by your logic,
there is no reason

anyone would assume that
she would be interested

in someone like myself.

Yes sir, but you are
terribly handsome.

Inspector, what do you think?

About what?

About why Miss Newsome
would be interested in me.

Because the world is full
of mysteries, Crabtree.

Perhaps she enjoys having
someone to look down on,

but I suppose that could be
half the bloody human race.



How long's he been here?

About half an hour.

Has anyone got him a cup of tea?

Higgins did, I believe.

Bloody hell, that's
not exactly putting

our best foot forward is it?

Crabtree, make yourself useful.

Arthur.

Tom.

It's been a while.
What brings you here?

Please, have a seat.

Not good news I'm afraid.

Well, maybe I can help.

I'll get straight to the point.

It's about your son.

John?

Robert.

Bobby. What did he do?

There's no easy way
to put this, Tom.

He's under suspicion for murder.

That's ridiculous.

I'm afraid it isn't.

We have an eyewitness.

I don't care what you have.
My son is not a murderer.

Look, let me talk to him.
I'll sort this out.

- I can't do that.
- Why not?

Because I don't
know where he is.

He's on the run, Tom.

I'm only telling you
this out of courtesy.

As far as the Hamilton
Constabulary are concerned

your son is a wanted
and dangerous man.

That was Inspector Dreadnaught

of the Hamilton Constabulary
was it not?

You win a biscuit, Murdoch.

Is there something he
needs our help with?

Is there something you need?

If there was I would have
bloody well told you.

He's in a foul mood.

Indeed.

- Sir.
- Yes?

I appreciate your
words, earlier.

I've been thinking.

Perhaps Miss Newsome
is my Doctor Ogden.

A woman of low standards?

I'd prefer to think of
impeccable taste, sir.

Ah.

- Detective Watts.
- Yes.

Find out what's been going
on in Hamilton, would you?

Anything specifically?

I'm sure Hamilton is a hotbed
of criminal activity.

Anything that may directly
impact our Inspector.

Hmm.

An eventful day, George?

Not particularly.

Well that's a blessing.

Although not good
for my business.

I still don't know why you
insist on defending criminals.

Well, it's safe to say,
not everyone you arrest

is a criminal.

So you doubt my ability?

Not yours necessarily,
but not everyone

in your occupation is the
sharpest knife in the drawer.

Shall we eat?

Well, the meatloaf at Scott's
is half price on Thursday.

George.

The cost of a meal is hardly
a gauge of its quality.

Why don't we splurge?

Oh, before we go, there's
someone I'd like you to meet.

Dorothy?

She's my new secretary.

Well, aren't we doing well.

Only three months
into the business

and hiring help already.

Dorothy, this is my friend,
George Crabtree.

George.
Dorothy, my new secretary.

Mr. Crabtree,
pleased to meet you.

Crabtree? What an unusual name.

A pleasure to meet you,
none the less.

- You...
- Yes?

Nothing.

Well if there is anything
I can do for you,

please let me know.

Miss Newsome has shown
me such kindness.

- And I would like to repay it...
- Do I know you?

What a curious thing to say.

I don't think so.

I mean, how would we
possibly know one another?

But if you would like to get to
know me it would be my pleasure.

Well, George, shall we?

It seems I do have an urge
for half-priced meatloaf.

Julia.

Julia.

Oh, don't thank me,
I didn't do a thing.

Who then?

Guilty as charged.
I hope you like it.

Mrs. Huckabee, this
is hardly necessary...

Oh, shush.

And how many times do I
have to tell you, it's Goldie.

And I just can't
tell you how sorry I am.

I've been horrible to you.

Accusing you of my poor
Raymond's murder

when you had not
a sausage to do with it.

Well, all's well that ends well.

It didn't end well for...

I'm sorry, I see what you mean.

I'm still a little... but please.

Eat. Enjoy.

Oh. You won't be joining us?

I can't.

But thank you so much
for the invitation.

I'll be over in the morning
to clear up the mess.

That's hardly necessary.

Oh, but it is.

Thank you so much for
being such wonderful friends.

I'll see my own way out.

Well...

Did you see her
prepare any of this?

I didn't.

Oh.

Perhaps I'll eat
something later.

You think that she
did something to it?

No. I'm just not
hungry at the moment.

Well.

It seems a shame to
let it all go to waste.

It does.

But I'm not feeling
very hungry either.

It smells all right.

It does.

You first?

Cheers.

It happened outside
the Sword and Sheath Tavern.

A number of boys from
the Wickford Academy went there.

And you let boys
from a boarding school

go to a public house
and drink till all hours?

No different than what you and
I did when we were lads, Tom.

Then what happened?

There were fights between
the boarders and the local lads

from time to time.

Usually nothing more
than a couple bleeding lips

and shiners.

And what happened to my son?
Allegedly.

Your son and a local boy,
Gerard Lacroix,

had a bit of a feud going.

What was this feud about?

They simply didn't
like each other.

I'd broken up fights
between the two of them

from time to time.

And you never told me?

The night Gerard was killed,

the bartender had
tossed your son out.

When Gerard left,
your boy set on him.

He hit him repeatedly.

Gerard never came to.

And you arrested Bobby?

He fled the scene.

So you never talked to him.

There was a witness, Tom.
He saw the whole thing.

I'll need to talk
to this witness.

I already have.

Well I haven't. I need a name.

My turf, Tom.

And my son.

That trumps your bloody
turf any day of the week.

If you won't help me,
I'll find out myself.

Now George,
that seems unbelievable.

No, it isn't.

My secretary kidnapped you?
You know that for certain?

No. Not for certain.

But she looks like
the woman who kidnapped me.

She sounds like the woman
who kidnapped me...

I thought you said
she left town.

I believed she had...

Alright, we'll ask her tomorrow.

Oh, right.
And what do you propose?

I just walk up to her
and say "excuse me,

are you the woman
who held me hostage?"

Effie, I think you should
be careful around her.

Oh George, I shall.

Will you be providing
me with a weapon?

Don't mock me.

I do try not to.

Look at this, Thomas,
what a surprise.

It is, but a bit unexpected.

Good to see you too.

I just thought I would
like to drop in.

We're having chicken.
Your favourite.

Not right now.

Then come, sit.

Visit.

In a bit.

I should like to apologize
for my husband...

Please don't.

I'm used to his manner.

- I got a bite.
- Reel it in.

- It's a big one.
- Not boring now, is it?

It's really big.

Close enough to feel
the wind as they passed, Bobby.

Detective Murdoch
will win, right father?

I suppose anything is possible.

But it wasn't my fault.
I was reaching for it first.

I know, I know,
I believe you Bobby.

Anything troubling you?

No. No.
It's just been a long day.

You're sure?

If my visit was ill-advised...

It's nothing to do with that.

Who is this?

That's Bobby. My youngest.

I've told you about him.

I've never met him.

Where is he?

He's in Hamilton,
at boarding school.

I've not seen him for a while.

And you're sure nothing's wrong?

Nothing that concerns you.

I shall not bother you, then.

I didn't mean it like that.

Have you and Margaret
saved me some chicken?

Beaks and feet.

When was this taken?

A few years ago,
maybe six or seven.

A handsome family.

This was circulating
at the Hamilton Constabulary.

Robert Brackenreid. Sir?

I'm afraid so.

The younger, young Brackenreid.

Apparently he's been on the run
for the last three days.

Little Bobby.
That's hard to believe.

The Inspector knows about this?

I suspect he does.

What are we supposed to do?

Help him.

Dr. Ogden?

Miss Hart.

Should I inquire?

I'm testing for poisons.

In last night's dinner.

And have you found any?

No.

Were you expecting to?

I don't know. Perhaps.

It was prepared for us
by our neighbour last night.

The beef does look
a little overdone.

And you think your neighbour

is in the business of
attempting to poison you?

Well, she did think that
William killed her husband.

I see.

But it appears that my
imagination is the only culprit.

Sir?

I'm busy Murdoch.

Sir, I need to speak...

Did you not hear
what I just said?

There's somewhere I need to be.
Bloody Margaret.

I beg your pardon?

She wants me to
come home for lunch.

Does the woman
not know I'm working?

What is it that's so important?

Look who's home!

Father.

Look, it's Bobby.

Our family's together again.

Isn't that wonderful?

Robert. Stand up.

I want to know why you're here.

I came home to see my family.

Don't lie to me.

Did you do it?

What are you
talking about? Do what?

No, I didn't.

That's not what
the police are saying.

Thomas.

And you'd believe them over me?

What's going on here?

Thomas, what is going on.

The Hamilton Police tell me
that our son killed another boy.

Bobby?

I got into a fight with someone.
I didn't kill him.

Then why did you
run from the police?

Because they have it in for me.

They have it in for you? Why?

Probably because of him.

Probably because the police
have nothing better to do...

Oh, this is rubbish.
Why did you run from the police?

Because they would
have blamed me.

And I'm right.
They are blaming me.

I hurt him,
but I didn't kill him.

I swear. He attacked me
and I fought back.

Then let's go in
and get this sorted out.

No, the police are
protecting Pascal.

They're trying to blame
me for what he did.

Who's Pascal?

He's the one
blaming me for this.

And why are they protecting him?

Because he's a bleat.
He works with them.

I didn't do anything
except get into a fight.

One I didn't even start.

You're not surrendering
him to the police.

I have to.

No you don't.

What you have to do
is stand by your son.

He said he didn't do it.
Believe him.

Margaret.

He is staying here
until this is sorted.

Well that's good
but I'm not certain

a chemical analysis
was entirely necessary.

It's better to be safe
than sorry, William.

Perhaps.

And perhaps we are
being a bit hard on her.

Mrs. Huckabee did seem genuine.

And how many people
in your line of work

have you come across
that seemed genuine

only to reveal themselves to
be something quite different?

Have you talked to
him about his son?

I'm about to.

He can't handle this
alone, William.

And he won't. Thank you.

Watts.

It's all just
a misunderstanding.

A somewhat serious one.

And that's why I'm going down
to Hamilton to clear it up.

Not on your own you're not.

Remember who you're
talking to, Murdoch.

I give the orders.

With respect, three heads
are better than one.

If your son had...

If?

Your son is innocent,
let the three of us find out.

You're an intelligent man,
you have resources,

please use them.

I'm in charge.

- Mr. Crabtree?
- Sweet mother of...

Can I help you?

If you are looking for something
I can help you find it...

No. That's not necessary.

Are you sure? It seems
you wanted to go inside.

I want to know
what your game is.

Game?

I... I have no game.

Who are you really?

I told you, I'm Dorothy Ernst.

I am 26 years old.

I'm from Windsor Ontario and I
type 33 words per minute...

George. Is everything alright?

I'm not sure.

He seemed keen to get into
your office, Miss Newsome.

George, I said I would
look into the matter

that was concerning you.

Miss Ernst.
Who are you really...

I told you.

- George...
- I don't believe you.

Miss Newsome, I think
it's best if I resign.

It's been marvelous
getting to know you...

You will not.

Well I don't want to
cause any more friction

between you and Mr. Crabtree.

You're not.

As a matter of fact,
he's doing a very good job

of that on his own.

Why don't you go inside
and have your lunch.

I'll be in momentarily.

George...

I'm sorry. But...

You are very likely mistaken.

You wouldn't believe
the number of times people

routinely get their
memories mixed up.

I see it everyday.

I wouldn't forget
the woman who kidnapped me.

George, you may be right,
but you also may be wrong.

And I have no intention
to let Dorothy go without proof.

It wouldn't be fair to her.

Alright. But be...

Careful. Yes George,
I got that part.

Yeah, he was one
of my best customers.

Who did he come here with?

A couple of other lads.

Leo and Stitch.

Three of them thought
they ran the place.

Local lads,
didn't think much of them.

Was a lad named Pascal
one of these locals?

Yeah. Pascal Sefert.

He was a local boy.

Went to that toffee-nosed
school for a time.

Did he know the dead boy?

Yeah. He and Lacroix were pals.

This Lacroix,
was he a troublemaker?

Yeah.

Had to toss him out when
he got into a dust-up

with young Brackenreid.

Your son.

Did you see the fight
take place outside?

No.

So you don't know
if Bobby was involved?

Police said he was.

So did Pascal.

This Pascal?
Has he been around lately?

Haven't seen him
since it happened.

Do you know where
we could find him?

I serve them drinks.

I don't walk them home
and tuck them in at night.

Told you not to come here, Tom.

Funny you thought I'd listen.

I'll be needing to talk
to this Pascal lad.

Not your place to
name names, Stubbs.

Let me see him.

You can't.

He accused my son of murder.
I have to see him.

I don't know where he is.
I think he left town.

Where did he go?

I have no idea.

You have no idea!

The boy who accused my
son of murder walks away

from here bold as brass.

And you have no idea?

I wouldn't tell you if I knew.

Oh, you'll tell me.

Sir, perhaps we should go.

Stay out of this.
All three of you.

We're fellow officers.

And you're poking your
noses into places

they don't belong.

Keep it up and you'll
end up in my cells.

No matter who you are.

You must be Bobby.

Who are you?

Your father never said?

Nothing about you.

Who are you and what
are you doing here?

I'm Nomi Johnston.

That doesn't mean anything.

I'm your half-sister.

You? That's a laugh.

I heard you're in
some kind of trouble.

I'm sure your father will
get to the bottom of this.

He already has.
He wants to turn me in.

Where'd you come from anyway?

I'll let your father explain.

I doubt that.

Besides, it doesn't matter
I'm not staying long.

It's not a good idea
for you to run.

Get out of my way.

No.

Move.

No!

Please. Bobby. Just stop this.

Now!

You didn't think
to tell me about her?

- Julia!
- Goldie.

I saw you were home.
Did you enjoy dinner?

Yes, very much so.

Oh, did you bring it to work?

Yes. It was so delicious.

I couldn't get enough.

Did Mr. Murdoch like it?

I believe so.

You believe...

Yes. He did.

Oh, good.

Good. Good.

How did you warm it up?

I ate it cold.

It was still delicious.

Hot or cold.

You certainly are
handy in the kitchen.

Oh, Raymond did love my cooking.

He said it would be
the death of him.

He was wrong about that.

Well, let me take
that off your hands.

Oh my. Still a lot in there.

I wonder what I should
do to surprise you next.

Oh, that's hardly necessary.

Oh don't be silly.

I am looking for ways
to occupy my time.

Toodle-loo.

- He was no angel, your son.
- Is that right?

But still, I have no wish
to see trouble befall him.

We're hoping to speak
to a couple

of young Brackenreid's
friends...

Stitch and Leo is what
they're called...

- Did you know a Pascal?
- Pascal Sefert.

He was a student
here for a time.

Why did he leave?

His parents could no
longer afford the fees.

Did he remain friends
with anyone here?

For a time.

But you know, at that age,
they tend to drift apart.

There's one of your
son's friends now.

Sir, perhaps Watts and I
should speak with the boys.

Thank you.

Oi. You. Come here.

What's your name son?

Leo Rawlins. What do you want?

I want to talk to you
about what happened

outside the Sword and Sheath.

I already talked to the coppers.

Well, you didn't talk to me.

I wasn't even there
when it happened.

How about your friend, Stitch?

Answer the man. Where is he?

He took off a couple days ago.

- Where?
- I dunno.

How about Pascal Sefert,
do you know him?

Yeah.

They're both gone?

What do you know about
the boy who was killed?

Gerard. He was a local.

You know they're
saying Bobby Brackenreid

was responsible for his death.

That's because he was.

How do you know that?
You just said you wasn't there.

I know that because
I know Bobby Brackenreid.

Only a matter of time before
something like this happened.

Go on, bugger off.

Alright, we need to find
those two, sharpish.

We need to find your son.

Watts. I know that.
But think about it.

Gerard Lacroix is dead,
those two have gone missing.

One of them after
blaming my son.

They're the ones we
should be looking for.

What are you thinking, sir?

It's bloody obvious.

One of them
killed Gerard Lacroix

and now he's trying
to pin it on Bobby.

Then why would they disappear?

It only makes them look guilty.

They look guilty because
they are, Watts.

Hello?

It's true, the character
is based on a real person

but my Aunt Gloria, Rhododendron
is not her real name,

I never even knew her real name.

Well, now you do.
It is Pearl Smythe.

Well, even if that's true
I can't help you find her.

I don't...

Enough of your excuses.

You will help me find her

or you're not leaving
this room alive.

Alright. Alright.

I'll tell you everything
I know about her.

That's all I can promise.

Thank you, George.

And I'm sorry about the...

Sometimes I just get
a little bit unhinged.

What are you doing here?

It was you.

What are you talking about?

And what are you doing in
my sister's old apartment?

Your sister?

Yes. My sister Amelia.
She used to live here.

Oh, okay, that's
what this is about.

You think that I'm my sister.

And she kidnapped you?

Yes. She did...

That's crazy.

But that does sound like her.

I didn't know.

I'm so sorry.
She's not right in the head.

Loopy as all get out.

So where is your sister now?

I wouldn't know.

Honestly.

She thinks she's an orphan

and we were raised
by the same woman.

And your mother's name?

Alice Ernst, she died
many, many, many years ago.

So what are you doing here now?

I wanted to see
if she'd come back.

She always disappears
but she usually comes back.

But not this time.

No.

It's just a funny
coincidence that you and I

ended up here at the same
time don't you think?

So I've heard that Pascal
was a grass, that true?

A what?

A snitch.

Someone who worked
with the police.

I don't know
anything about that.

So it looks to me
like some snitch

who worked with the police
is pinning a murder on my son.

- Is that true?
- I wasn't there.

- So it could be true?
- Sure.

- So where are they?
- I don't know.

You better answer me sunshine.

Sir!

Fine, see what you can
get out of him, Murdoch.

He's worried. It's his son.

Not an excuse.

I know.

Why would those two run?

Because they were scared
of Bobby Brackenreid.

He heard that Pascal
talked to the police

and he went after him.

Where are they now?

I don't know.

If you know,
you had best tell me.

Unless you want Bobby's
father to find them first.

There's a blacksmith's shop,

about two miles
down Fulham Road.

- And that's where they are?
- It's what I believe.

Alright then. Let's go.

Good idea, sir.

We'll stay here in
case they come back.

Fair enough.

Did you just lie
to the Inspector?

That I did.

Driver. Fulham Road.

But he lied to us first.

What do you mean?

The bartender didn't
tell the Inspector

about Pascal Sefert.

He learned about him
from someone else.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Do you think he's been in
communication with his son?

I hope not.

But it's best we keep
an eye on things.

- Goldie.
- Julia!

How are you faring?

I haven't seen
Mr. Murdoch about.

He's out of town. On a case.

Oh.

Well, that one doesn't
rest much, does he?

Now my Raymond, if he got
a chance to get a leg up...

Oh, I'm so sorry
the way that sounded.

You must be lonely.

I have much to occupy me.

Oh, pish.

I'll come over this evening.

Have a girl's night in.

Well, as I was saying
I'm very busy...

Now stop it.
I won't hear another word.

We'll have some fun together.

Hello.

Hello!

Bloody Murdoch.

Indeed.

Cover any other possible exits.

Toronto Constabulary. A word...

Have a seat. We need a word.

Gerard was a friend of mine.

We lived on the same street...

I still saw him
from time to time

even when I was going
to the Academy.

Was he a decent fellow?

He didn't like me once
I started going there

but when I left, we started
palling around together.

He liked me better when I wasn't
consorting with the toffs.

What about Gerard
and Robert Brackenreid?

Did they get along?

They hated each other.

Why?

They just didn't
like each other.

If Brackenreid didn't
like you, you knew it.

And Gerard thought
Brackenreid was a little ponce.

Made fun of him on account
of his dad being a copper.

You were there
the night of the fight.

I was.

Could someone else
have killed Gerard?

No.

I saw the whole thing.

Bobby started hitting him.

He looked half mad.

He didn't stop until
Gerard stopped moving...

That's why we ran.

He told us if we opened our
mouths we could expect the same.

And we thought he
might come after us

whether we opened
our mouths or not.

Again, I ask, why?

Was young Brackenreid
that dangerous?

Some people are just born bad.

It's not their fault.
But they just are.

And you believe
what they told you?

They seemed sincere.

You believe that my boy
beat another boy to death?

I believe they were
involved in a fight

that got out of hand.

The only way to find
the truth of this

is to talk to your son.

Do you have any idea
how to contact him, sir?

What do you think I am,
Murdoch, a bloody magician.

I don't know where he is.

Sir, how did you know Pascal
Sefert was the eyewitness?

What are you talking about?

When you spoke to the bartender

you asked him
about Pascal Sefert.

How did you know he was
the one who saw what happened?

I'm going home.

Are you sure?

If you two want
to stay, you stay.

I'm off.

I suppose we're going
back to Hogtown.

Be honest, do you
think it's becoming?

I think it'll do for now.

- Is it settled?
- Where is he?

- Thomas?
- I need to take him in.

He needs to face this.

- No!
- Margaret.

Get out of the way!

Bobby! Run!

Bloody hell!

You shouldn't have done that.

And you shouldn't believe
strangers over your own son.

He said he didn't do it.

So you just let him run
out onto the street.

It's better than giving
him over to the police.

Margaret.

There are coppers out
there looking for him.

Armed coppers.

He's our son!

And I'm trying to save him from
getting himself bloody killed.

We'll talk about this later.

- What do you think you're doing?
- I'm coming.

No you're not. Stay out of this.

Did he do it?

I don't know the whole story.

So he might have?

Stay with Margaret
would you. Please.

If it was her why would she

want to make
herself known to you?

Because the woman who kidnapped
me was not all there, Watts.

And you know it's her?

No, I don't know.

I mean the idea of
an identical twin

seems far fetched
but I can't say for certain.

I mean, what if
she's after Effie?

The woman who kidnapped me did
show me considerable affection.

Which is a problem I
commonly have with women.

Well, you handle it admirably.

Yes. What is it?

Someone reported
seeing this boy.

- Where?
- Near Station Street.

- Good Lord.
- Detective.

What have you?

Someone's spotted
young Brackenreid.

Right. I'll take George,
you try and find the Inspector.

Is there a reward?

Was this the lad you saw or not?

It was.

Where was he going?

Down the pathway to the Don.

- Thank you.
- So there's no reward?

George.

Has the Inspector ever spoken
to you about his son, Bobby?

Sir, the Inspector
doesn't speak to me much.

Although, he did say that
when they were younger

he and Bobby used to
fish the Don together.

Good as any place to check.

And what do we do
if we find them?

Our jobs.

Goldie.

I'm here.

I'm so sorry.

But I actually have
plans this evening.

Oh, I see, alright.

- Are you alright?
- I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yes of course.

I'm sorry. I'll just go home.

So you're alright?

I'm just so lonely, Julia.

Ever since Raymond...

We used to have
such fun together...

I'm sorry to disturb you
and your happy life.

No. Come in.

Oh no, I don't want
to be a bother -

You're hardly that, now come in.

Thank you. Are you sure?

Yes.

Thank you Julia.

You know, you and your husband

are the only real
friends I have left.

Ever since Raymond...
But enough about him.

He's dead and buried now.

Isn't that right?

Yes, I suppose.

And I suppose it's time
that I put my past behind me.

Or should I say, our past?

I thought I'd find you here.

Don't move, son.
There's police all around.

And they consider you dangerous.

You have a lot better chance
with me than you do with them.

Where are you two off to?

We're in Toronto, now.
This is our business.

I don't think so.

You tromped all over
my territory in Hamilton.

Where are you off to?
You won't be rid of me.

After you.

I don't want to go to jail.

What happened?

Gerard was always giving me
the gears and I'd had enough.

So you fought.

In the bar, yes.

Outside?

Yeah.

I waited for him out
there and we fought.

His head hit a stone.
I didn't see it.

I didn't mean to kill him.

But you ran from the police.

I was scared.

And you threatened
the other boy.

I did.

It's not my fault what happened.

In the eyes of the law,
it was Bobby.

I thought you'd say that.

I should have never come home.

Don't leave, son.

Why shouldn't I?

You want to throw me
in jail for something

that's not even my fault.

Go ahead, father,
throw me in jail,

if that's what you want to do.

He's letting him get away.

Let him handle this.

- No.
- Don't.

He's a murderer.
And I hold rank.

Might be wise if you
left this to us lads.

- Goodbye.
- I can't let you go.

Let me go.

I can't.

Please, please let me go.

I can't let you go.

I'll do everything
I can to help you.

But I can't let you go.

The Crown Attorney
is not going to pursue murder.

That's good.

What would you have done?

I would have done
anything to protect my son.

Shame it wasn't enough.

- Where's Nomi?
- I sent her home.

She's not a part of this.

Where is he?

Murdoch's writing him up.
He's staying in Toronto.

He's going to jail?

He has to face up to
what he did, Margaret.

What will happen to him?

He won't hang.

And he's still a young man.

There's a chance he could have
been killed if I let him run.

Oh, Thomas...

I'm so sorry.

William!

Julia.

Mrs. Huckabee.

Oh, call me Goldie.

Everyone does.

Have a drink.

William doesn't drink.

Poor him.

You mean poor me.

Oh, William.

Fabulous news!

Goldie found our pelican.

Somehow it ended up
in our house.

I imagine Raymond
must have taken it.

He was funny that way.

If he liked something
he just took it.