Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 7, Episode 8 - Republic of Murdoch - full transcript

Police! Stop!

Did you see a man come...
Hey! Did you see...

Oh, bloody hell.

Oy! You there!

You don't run from an officer of the law!

I wasn't running, boy. I was chasing.

- What?!
- Yeah, the... the real killer,

he's over there.

Get back...

George?

I'm terribly sorry, sir. He got away.



Are you all right?

He got me in my least vulnerable part, sir.

Ah, sir.

- What have you, Henry?
- Well, the victim's name was

Peter Farrelly. He arrived
yesterday morning, sir.

According to the manager,
there were complaints

of a loud altercation last
night around 8 o'clock.

And then the maid found
his body this morning.

Thank you, Henry.

Please interview the hotel guests,

collect Mr. Farrelly's
personal effects and bring them

- to the station house.
- Right away.

Sir, the man I was chasing was
in the room when we got here.

Why would he return to
the scene of the crime?



Indeed, George.

Perhaps he was looking for this.

It was clutched in the victim's hand.

- A scrap of paper?
- Not just any paper, George.

- Linen paper.
- They make paper out of linen?

Not anymore, but they did a long time ago.

How long?

Centuries, George.

Centuries.

- May I have a look?
- No, we mustn't touch it.

I suppose you're gonna tell me
how you know the age of this.

The paper is made of
cloth, sir, not wood pulp.

- So, how old exactly?
- Well, I can't say,

but it's certainly
pre-industrial technology.

And you think it's got
something to do with the murder.

Looks like writing, doesn't it?

My theory is that this is

the bottom third of a series of letters.

- And how are you going to figure out the top third?
- Top two thirds.

I have an idea.

I'm sure you do. Well, keep me informed.

And where are you off to, sir?

My son John and his pals are
putting on some sort of show.

- A show?
- Vaudeville of some sort.

- The lad's got some talent.
- Oh, good for him.

Probably gets it from his old man.

Some things you're just born with, Murdoch.

There was fresh bruising
on his right cheekbone.

Three of his teeth were loosened. And...

- look here...
- He was bitten?

Not your typical Corktown
Saturday night, I would say.

So, he was beaten to death.

It seems as though he
took more than he gave.

Most of the bruising appears defensive.

Implying murderous intent. Time of death?

I'll be determining that shortly.

What on earth was that screech?

Henry's ration of the rum, sir.

We found it in the victim's suitcase.

- George, that's evidence!
- Our intentions were purely investigative, sir.

It is my belief that our victim,

Mr. Farrelly, hails from where
I spent my formative years.

The colony of Newfoundland.

Newfoundland.

But yes, sir, and the man

that I was chasing this morning, he spoke

- with a Newfoundland accent.
- You spoke to him?

Briefly, before he biffed me.

The guests who heard the
fight last night, sir,

said the two men were speaking strangely,

that it sounded like
English but that it wasn't.

And Henry's reaction to the
rum confirms my suspicions:

both victim and killer
were from the colony.

- Anything else?
- Yes, sir. We found...

this bottle.

- Chloral hydrate.
- Now, isn't that

what disreputable sorts
put in other people's drinks

- to render them asleep?
- Yes, it is.

Interesting. Right, then, George,

speak with the night clerk, find out
what he knows about what happened.

And yes, see if Mr. Farrelly spoke with a

- Newfoundland accent.
- Sir.

- Henry, I have a different task for you.
- Sir?

Henry, I believe these symbols
represent a sequence of letters.

Your job is to figure out which letters.

- How many combinations are
there? - Thirty-five trillion.

- Thirty-five...
- Steady on, Henry.

Very few of those will make actual words.

Now, I've devised a way
to make your task easier.

Each of these tiles represents
a letter on the board.

And the number in the corner
represents their position

from the left side.

You'll be much more productive
if you proceed methodically,

and you'll soon see which
sequences have the potential

to make actual words.

What if they're not English words?

Let's hope that they are,

or that would make the task
considerably more difficult.

Good luck.

Bugger.

He died between 8 o'clock
and 9 o'clock last night.

Which is consistent with the
argument that was overheard.

He was drunk. There was a large quantity

of what I believe to be rum in his stomach

and high levels of alcohol in his blood.

Hm. Anything else out of the ordinary?

Yes. I think you'll find this interesting.

I also found traces of
chloral hydrate in his stomach.

Mr. Farrelly left at about
6 and returned around 8.

- Did he speak with an accent?
- He didn't speak at all.

- Not a friendly type?
- Actually, he seemed to be in a hurry.

And when did the fight begin?

- After the man came in.
- Which man?

He asked for Mr. Farrelly's room number.

He talked with an accent
like yours, only more so.

Is that right? Anything else
you could tell me about him?

Just that he arrived in a Prestige Cab.

Inspector Brackenreid.

What a nice surprise. How can I help you?

It's about my eldest son, John.

I know perhaps that I didn't
spend enough time with him,

but a man does have obligations

to keep his family well fed and whatnot.

Of course. Inspector Brackenreid,

what is it you want to talk about?

I think my son's a Nancy boy.

What makes you say that?

He was in a play.

So, he shares your love of the theatre.

It was an Oscar Wilde play
and he played Lady Bracknell.

I was hoping for something
with a bit more blood and guts,

maybe Macbeth or Hotspur.

Men have played female characters.

It was the way he played her...
really... embracing the role,

if you know what I mean.

Would you have a word with him, Doctor?

Of course.

Keep this between us.

This is the worst job ever.

Henry, you're approaching
this with the wrong attitude.

Think of it as a game. You can call it...

Scramble.

Could be a lot of fun.

Ah, sir.

I telephoned the Prestige Cab company,

and they confirmed they dropped a man
off at the Queen's Hotel at 8:00pm.

And that man was picked up
from a home at 23 Anne Street.

- Thank you, George.
- There's more, sir.

There often is.

That home belongs to one Ezekiel Farrelly.

- That surname again.
- Indeed, sir.

Ezekiel Farrelly?

Toronto Constabulary.

Sir.

Newfoundland rum.

Very good.

We'll bring it in... and
check for fingermarks.

We'll also need to bring

the contents to the
morgue and have it tested.

Sir, what exactly are we looking for?

Chloral hydrate.

Like this, sir?

- Someone's still here.
- Or just leaving.

Hey! Stop there!

You don't get away from me twice!

Oh, for the love of...

On your way.

Slippery fish, that one, sir.

- So, this is our man?
- Well, the eyes were a little beadier,

- but that's him more or less.
- Right then.

I want these distributed
to all the usual places...

stationhouses, transit points.

I want every man in uniform
on the lookout for this fellow.

And, lads, if you do see him,
don't let him out of your sight.

He is very, very sneaky.

Hello, John.

My name's Dr. Ogden.

I'm a friend of your father's.

He wanted me to speak with you.

All right.

How are you?

I'm fine.

And how are things between
you and your father?

He thinks I'm a sissy.

Well, John, I'm sure he doesn't think...

He does. He's as much as told me so.

That's why I'm here, isn't it?

John, it's all right if you
don't like the same things

- as some of the other boys...
- I'm not, you know.

I'm not a sissy.

I've tested the contents of
both glasses and the bottle.

- The liquid was 65% alcohol.
- Rum?

I tasted a small sample and can
attest that it is indeed rum,

albeit of a quality I've
never before encountered.

Did you happen to find any chloral hydrate?

Not in the bottle itself,
but in both the glasses.

Both?

You've made some progress there, Higgins?

Well, this is everything I
could find for the first 3.

And now I'm working on the fourth.

Sin is that your only
option for the third word?

Well, the first letter has
to be S, it's the only option.

The second letter could
be an L, T, I, or an F.

And the third has to be an H, K, or N,

so "sin" is the only word that fits.

Yes, but sin doesn't really go with
any of the words that you have here.

I mean, it can't be just be a
random assortments of words, right?

It has to mean something.

Have you tried numbers?

Well, there's no number
option for the third position,

and you can't mix numbers and letters.

Yes, you can. Let's just say

that this S is actually a 5.

"5th."

Then our next word could be O-F:

"Of." "5th of."

"Remember, remember, the 5th of November."

What?

Guy Fawkes, Henry!

Honestly, are you completely
oblivious to your own heritage?

Anyway, the point is that our
next word has to be a month.

Now, how many months have 4 letters?

- Not many.
- Two:

June and July. J-U-N-E.

"5th of June."

The last 4 characters will be numbers,

and that will be your year.

They were trying to drug each other?

We found chloral hydrate in
both Ezekiel Farrelly's kitchen

and Peter Farrelly's suitcase.

I suspect they poured it into each other's
glass while the other wasn't looking.

Well, there's irony for you.

How about the whys of
it, Murdoch. Any ideas?

It may have something to
do with the piece of paper

we found in the victim's hand.

I suspect that the other
portion of the document was

torn from his clutches by the killer.

And you believe that
to be Ezekiel Farrelly?

Both Ezekiel Farrelly and the killer spoke

with a Newfoundland accent.
Ezekiel Farrelly was seen

visiting the victim shortly before
the murder and hasn't been seen since.

Julia.

Hello, William. Inspector.

- Doctor.
- What brings you here?

Actually, Murdoch,

I asked for Dr. Ogden on a personal matter.

Ah, right. I'll leave you to it, then.

Have a seat, Doctor.

Ah, sir.

I showed the sketch of our
suspect to the night clerk

to make sure that it was
the same man that visited

- Peter Farrelly that night.
- And?

He couldn't be sure.
Poor eyesight, apparently.

The 5th of June 1720. Very good, Henry!

Thank you, sir.

Oh, yes, very good, Henry.

Right. So, we have a signature and a date.

George, please go to the library

and see if you can find
anything significant

on a John Roberts who lived in 1720.

Sir.

Excellent.

John insists he's not a sissy.

Of course he does. Any boy would.

I want your assessment.

Well, I'm not sure I can
provide anything definitive.

He's still very young.

What's your gut feeling?

I think he's a lovely, sensitive boy.

I hear you, Doctor. Loud and clear.

It's all my fault.

I allowed Margaret to make him soft.

Is your younger son soft?

Bobby? No.

He's all rough and tumble
just like his old man.

Then how did Margaret manage
to make just one son soft?

Inspector, the only person who has
ever done any work in this area is

Richard Von Krafft-Ebing, and he believes

that sexual orientation
is very likely inborn.

You can't hypnotize him?

Hypnosis doesn't change who you are.

I just want him to make the right choice.

Inspector, did you choose?

First time I laid eyes on
a woman I certainly did.

He was the scourge of the seven seas!

A fearsome pirate who plied
his trade on the mighty oceans.

He was feared from the Spanish
Main to Kingston Harbour.

Who are we talking about, George?

John Roberts, also known as Black Bart.

- Black Bart?
- Yes, sir.

And on June 5, 1720, Black
Bart landed in Newfoundland

at a place called Trepassey Bay
on a ship laden with treasure.

Now, sir, he may have buried his
treasure there, hoping to later use it

as a bargaining chip to secure a pardon.

Pirates were always doing
that kind of thing back then.

And did he obtain a pardon?

No, sir, he was killed
off the coast of Africa.

But the treasure map may have survived.

Sir, we may be dealing with
a fragment of that very map.

Which could certainly
constitute motive for murder.

- What is it, Jackson?
- I showed the sketch

at the train station. He boarded a train.

- To where?
- North Sydney, Nova Scotia.

Sir, North Sydney is where the
boats leave for Newfoundland.

Thank you, Jackson.

- Sir.
- Well, George,

- you know what this means, then?
- Not exactly, sir.

You and I have to go to Newfoundland.

To find Black Bart's treasure!

To find Peter Farrelly's killer.

Yes, of course, sir.

Is it much further, George?

Well, sir, after this
hill, there's a steep hill.

- And then it's...
- Another hill?

Yes, sir.

How's it feel to be home, George?

Sir, it feels just...

it feels like some
things never change, sir.

This was new.

So, you're from the mainland, are you?

Toronto. We're in pursuit
of a man we believe

- to be a murderer.
- What's his name?

One Ezekiel Farrelly.

That's not Ezekiel Farrelly.

No, that's Jacob Doyle.

You know him?

Every copper from here to
Cornerbrook knows this sleeveen.

Ah, wouldn't peg him as a killer, mind you.

He's more of a pain in the arse

from a long line of pains in the arse.

Who's he supposed to have murdered?

We believe him to be a Peter Farrelly.

Hm, 'tis indeed who it is.

It's Pete. Has a shop up Water Street...

antiquities mostly.

Andy!

Head over to Pete's Antiques. Inform Eunice

that Pete's been murdered in Toronto.

Tell her details are scanty

but we'll send someone around
when we finds what's goin' on.

No crying this time.

So, who is Ezekiel Farrelly, then?

Never heard of him.

Is he an Eastbay or a Westbay?

- Oh, I wouldn't know...
- No, no, no.

Farrellys from around here
come from Trepassey Bay,

so he's either an Eastbay
Farrelly or a Westbay Farrelly,

and the two sides don't get along.

- Why is that?
- Job to say.

It's been that way as long
as anyone can remember.

Which was Peter Farrelly?

Eastbay. Now, this Ezekiel,
is he a suspect too?

Possibly.

Well, your badge

will be returned upon your departure.

You are allowed to
question whomever you like,

and I'll grant you
limited powers of arrest,

but you'd better be right.
We don't take lightly

to men from other countries
detaining local folk.

Him, on the other hand...

you can arrest as many times as you please.

This...

is... his last known address.

Thank you.

Sir!

Should we wait till he comes back?

I don't think he's coming back, George.

So, what now?

Perhaps we should pay a visit to the widow.

I knew something was wrong.

He was supposed to telegraph me
as soon as that meeting was over.

What was the meeting about, Mrs. Farrelly?

He wouldn't say exactly, but it
was something to do with that map.

What map?

The one that man came in to
sell. Oh, what's his name?

He's a charming man but a sleeveen, I hear.

- Jacob Doyle?
- Yes, that's the one.

He came in about a week ago
waving a paper... linen paper.

It looked to be about mid-18th century.

Was this a treasure map, ma'am?

I didn't get more than a glance at it.

Oh, Lord.

You don't think that
they killed Pete for it?

It's a possibility.

Did he buy the document?

No, but I could tell that he wanted to.

He offered Jacob $20.

Is that a large sum for the item?

Newfoundland is old, sir.
Documents on linen paper,

they're not altogether
common, but they do come in.

A piece like Jacob brought in,

that was worth 2 or 3 at best.

A man offers you 10 times more
than you know something's worth,

makes you think twice about selling.

Do you have any idea how Jacob
Doyle obtained the document?

- He said he won it in a poker game.
- From whom?

Clay Murphy. Lives up on
Barnes Road, I believe.

I had 3 kings. Three!

And Doyle, jeezly Doyle,
he's a bluffer, see?

He raised me. I had no
more money on the table,

so I offered up that old piece of
paper I found in me root cellar.

And wouldn't you know it?
The bastard had a flush.

- Did you say you found it in your root cellar?
- Yeah, it was crammed in here.

I found it when I was
cleaning the place out.

- What was written on it?
- Oh, it's a job to say.

It looked to be part of an old land survey.

- Part of?
- Yes.

There was writing at the
top that appeared to be

a continuation of
something that went before;

same thing with the bottom.
And in the middle was

a small map of what
appeared to be coastline.

- Hm. How long have you lived at this property?
- All me life.

Me father owned it and
his father before him.

Any idea who owned it before that?

A family by the name
of Farrelly, I believe.

Sir, I think what Mr.
Murphy was describing was

the middle section of 3 pieces.

- At least three. Why?
- Well, sir,

I recall a story from my childhood

that involved pirate and treasure

and 3 feuding brothers.

- Was this a true story?
- No, sir, it was

a children's book,
actually, pictures and all,

- read to me by my Aunt Azalea.
- And why is this relevant, George?

Because, sir, I can't stop thinking

that the name of these
feuding brothers was Farrelly.

- Indeed?
- Sir, it would give me

great pleasure to introduce
you to the women who raised me.

- Of course.
- It's just over this hill.

- Georgie Porgie!
- Aunties.

Aunties, it's wonderful to see you,
and I will visit with each of you,

but right now I'm on
official police business.

Listen to him all growed up.

- Sounds serious.
- Well, it is.

Detective Murdoch and I need to
ask Aunt Azalea some questions.

Have you come to arrest her, Georgie?
I thought she was your favourite.

Don't be so foolish. You're all my favourite,
and I'll be arresting you all equally.

She'll be out in a
moment. She's entertaining.

Ah. Well, in that case, Detective Murdoch,

it's my pleasure to
introduce you to my aunts,

Aunt Daisy,

Aunt Marigold,

- Aunt Iris, Aunt Dahlia.
- Hello. How do you do?

Is that Georgie's voice I hear?

So good to see you.

Aunt Azalea, Detective William Murdoch.

Oh, my goodness.

Georgie writes about you all the time.

You never said he was so handsome.

It's a pleasure.

Aunt Azalea, we need to
ask you some questions.

Oh, well, come on, then.
We goes into my room.

I thought you were entertaining.

Oh, well,

we're all finished now.

Got a card from Petunia the other day.

She says she sees you every week.

Yes, I stop in at the
lunch counter every Monday.

She still stout?

And getting stouter by the week.

- And Primrose?
- She's in Belleville now.

Cousin Penny drops by every now and then.

She's got herself engaged
to some young fella.

Azy, I was very sorry to
hear about the reverend.

Oh, it was his time, Georgie.

The Lord took him kindly.
Can't ask for more than that.

Yes, I suppose so.

Um, do you remember reading me a book

about 3 feuding brothers?

It was a children's book. There was a
picture of a pirate ship on the front.

Ben's book.

Ben Farrelly was one of my regulars.

He was hoping to publish
it but it never panned out.

- Do you still have it?
- If I do, it'll be in the attic. Right back.

George...

what kind of place is this?

It's a rectory, sir. The
reverend wasn't using it,

so he rented it to my
aunts for their business.

What kind of business?

Sir, if you don't know,
I'm not sure I should say.

I might have guessed, George.

That's good, sir.

It would have made for
an awkward explanation.

George, was the reverend
aware of all of this?

Oh, yes, sir. It was his idea.

I found it.

It's a bit dusty.

Oh, my goodness, look at that.

I remember it being so much bigger.

Right, then. The Pirates of Trepassey Bay.

"Once upon a time, there
was a fisherman named... "

- Sir, perhaps I should summarize.
- Good idea, George.

So, essentially, we have a
fisherman and he has 3 sons.

And they quarreled and
fought with each other.

And the fisherman, he despaired.

And then one day, the
dreaded pirate Black Bart,

he sails into Trepassey Harbour.
"Be not afraid," says he.

"Come with me, I'll make pirates of ye.

Shillings 2 I'll pay to you.

- A jolly roger and a cockatoo"...
- George, if we could get to the gist.

Yes, of course. So, the
fisherman, he joins up

with Black Bart and they go
on many incredible adventures.

That could be my favourite one.

But unfortunately, one day,
after a violent fight at sea,

Black Bart is killed and his crew arrested,

but not before a treasure map
finds its way into the hands

of the fisherman.

Here we see him with it, looking
rather chuffed with himself.

But of course, he's been sentenced

to hang, so he divides the
treasure map into 3 pieces

and bequeaths them to his sons,

knowing that they'll
finally have to work together

if they want to find the treasure.

- But they never did.
- No, sir.

Two of the brothers
conspired to kill the third,

and only after they do, do they
realize he has hidden his piece.

So, the treasure was never found.

Is the story true, then?

Apocryphal though it may
be, there is a ring of truth.

What can you tell us about the author?

Oh, he was my favourite.

We was to be married, but
he died in the storm of '86.

Um, was he Eastbay, or Westbay?

Westbay, and proud of it.

Miss...

uh, Aunt Azalea, we are looking

for a Westbay Farrelly
by the name of Ezekiel.

Zeke! Yes.

Fine fella. His family moved
out Toronto way, as I recall.

We believe he may have
moved back to Newfoundland.

Do you know where we might
begin to look for him?

Ooh, I imagine he'd be with his in-laws.

They live south of town.

Petty Harbour.

Petty Harbour.

You're leaving?

George, why don't you

stay and visit with your
aunts, and I'll make inquiries?

Thank you, sir.

John.

- Good God.
- I got into a fight, Father.

- Who with?
- Johnny Fairweather.

Johnny... he's twice your bloody size.

I did my best, Father.

There's no shame in taking a beating, son.

If you're in the right,

the only shame is in running from it.

Thank you, Father. I'll see you at dinner.

- You lost, is you?
- Hello.

I'm looking for Ezekiel Farrelly.

And who is you?

Detective Murdoch of the
Toronto Constabulary in Canada.

This man is wanted for murder.

Yeah, well, there's no
Zeke Farrelly around here.

I didn't call him Zeke.

You used a familiar contraction,

which leads me to believe you do know him.

- What are yous, calling me a liar?
- I think you're deliberately

avoiding the truth, and I'm
not leaving here until I get it.

Give him a good one!

Duck!

Duck!

Run!

- Get him!
- Come on!

Come here, get on me GTO.

GT what?

GTO, for Get Thee Out of here!

Ok. Go. Go!

Inspector! Is everything all right?

It's John. He got into a
fight yesterday at school.

- That surprises me.
- It surprised me too.

It was his first ever fight.
He took quite a beating,

came back with a split lip and a black eye.

- I can see why that would upset you.
- Upset me?

I was dead chuffed about it.

My boy's finally acting like a man.

Well, then what is the problem?

I talked to his teacher.

John picked on the biggest lad in his class

for no reason at all.

You think he deliberately provoked
a beating to prove he's not a sissy?

He came by my office. He
never just pops by my office.

It was all for my benefit.

The boy's got guts, I'll give him that.

Your approval is clearly important to him,

and he's willing to go to
extreme lengths to get it.

Well, look who we have here.

George, I would like you
to meet Mr. Jacob Doyle.

- Oh, we've met.
- No hard feelings, what.

Actually I do have some.

And you can put your hands
behind your back, Mr. Doyle.

George, George, Mr. Doyle
is no longer a suspect.

In fact, we are going
to be working with him.

This is the document that Mr.
Doyle won in the poker game.

- Where is this?
- Up the shore from Trepassey Bay.

- So, there was a treasure map.
- There's nothing on there about no treasure.

But when I showed it to Pete
and he offered me a 20 for it...

- That's when you knew.
- That's when I suspected.

It was only after he sent Gordie
Andrews to come get the map that I knew.

A local burglar Mr. Farrelly hired

- to photograph the document.
- Photograph?

Why not just steal it?

'Cause Pete knew I'd know
who was after stealing it.

By photographing it, Mr.
Farrelly would essentially

have the map without alerting Mr. Doyle.

Gordie's as dumb as me arse,
and I caught him red-handed.

Once I learned what he was
up to, I made him take a fake.

A fake?

I took a skipper's map,
a fisherman's map...

and I traced out the shoreline
south of Petty Harbour.

He then laid the tracing
overtop of this document,

then had Mr. Andrews photograph that.

So, what made you think this
Gordie Andrews would play along?

I told him I'd turn him in to the coppers.

There's nothing they'd love
more than to see him rot

with the rats for a couple of months.

He then watched Mr. Farrelly,
and when he went off to Toronto,

Mr. Doyle followed.

It was obvious there had
to be 2 pieces of the map.

I was hoping that he'd lead me to them.

- But Ezekiel Farrelly beat you to it.
- Some quick.

Right. Sir, a word, if you don't mind.

Sir, this is the man who beamed
me in the head with a 2x4.

Yes, I'm aware of that, George.

So, I think that shows a
certain lack of moral judgment.

How do we know he's not the one who
killed Peter and Ezekiel Farrelly?

Because when I asked the Westbayers

about Ezekiel Farrelly, they attacked me.

You think they were hiding him?

Possibly. I don't know
what Farrelly looks like,

and neither does Mr. Doyle, which
is why we've agreed to work together.

We're going to trick Ezekiel
Farrelly into revealing himself.

Mr. Doyle has discovered a recent dig

in the vicinity of Petty Harbour, here.

Where Ezekiel Farrelly was
looking for the treasure.

Yes, but unfortunately for Farrelly, he
was using the wrong version of the map.

But, based on where he was digging,
relative to the coastline...

We could determine where
the treasure actually is!

Steady on, George. It still will
only be an approximate location.

And might I remind you, we are
here to arrest Ezekiel Farrelly.

But sir, this won't
give us Ezekiel Farrelly.

No, but it could if he were
to gain access to the true map.

- So, what, you're just going to give him the map?
- I'm not going to give it

to him, George. I'm going to
trick him into stealing it,

which is where you come in.

How's you gettin' on, boys?

- Eider drop o' barrel rum on the go, Skipper?
- Good or cheap?

I don't know, cheap any good?

She's not good, but
she's not half bad either.

Well, if she's not half bad,
she's good enough for me.

Who d'you b'long to?

I'm from Trepassey, ole man.
Peter Farrelly is me cousin.

- Eastbayer, den, is ya?
- Dat I am, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tell me something, now,

is Ezekiel anywhere to be found 'round?

No, my son, there's no Ezekiel round 'ere.

- Oh, well, for frig sake, I has a message for'n.
- And what's dat, then?

Dat map he got, de photograph of dat map,

that's useless, ole man.
That's like tits on a bull.

- Whadya on about, b'ye?
- I'm telling you, boys, I' faith.

I got the original right here.

Now, see, I'd be willing
to sell that to him

- for a fair price if I seen him face to face.
- Well, now, Ezekiel not here

right now, but he'll be back
by-'n-by if you wants t'ave another.

Well, if he'll be longer,
then I will have another.

In fact, keep 'er filled to
the gills. Tell me one thing:

Can ye Westbay crowd have as
fine a time as us Eastbay crowd?

Woo!

♪ Woo-ee! Woo-ee! ♪

Hey! Murray! There you go!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Woo!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Get away from me! No! Get away from me!

Come on, boys! Get away from
me! Come on! Mwah, mwah, mwah!

Yeah! Ugh!

He's not one for the hooch, is he?

I'm just a little out of practice is all.

Are you all right, George?

Sir, I'm feeling a bit better now.

Boys, are we sure we're
in the right spot, or what?

We've been here for 3 hours.
I haven't seen nothing.

That's him. Let's go.

Give me that map.

Mr. Doyle, take your hands off of him.

Ezekiel Farrelly, you are under arrest
for the murder of Peter Farrelly.

What is this? This isn't the map.

What map? I am Marconi.

- Who?
- My name is Guglielmo Marconi.

The wireless telegrapher?

I am here to set up a receiving station.

Oh, yes, yes, I've read
about this. You wish to send

a signal across the Atlantic.

I need an uninterrupted path to England.

Go to Signal Hill. You can see
halfway to France from there.

It is called Signal Hill?

Yes, it's in St. John's.

Which is thataway, so, uh, go on, get.

Mr. Marconi.

If I may, it is an honour to meet you.

Boys, Farrelly could be here any second.

Sir, look at that chap there!

Let's go!

No!

Give me your hand!

- Give me the map.
- No.

- If you don't give us your hand, you will die!
- But give me the map first.

Ezekiel Farrelly, you're under arrest

for the murder of Peter Farrelly.

- Mr. Doyle...
- Just...

just... let me be.

I've decided to take up rugby, father.

Rugby? That's a bit rough
and tumble for you, isn't it?

Yes, sir. It's a good manly sport.

That's what you want, isn't
it? For me to be more of a man?

Kids, could we have this bench?

Thank you.

John, I don't want you to
be anyone that you're not.

And I especially don't want you to be
someone that you're not just for my sake.

- Since when?
- Since always.

The only thing that matters to your
mother and me is that... is that

you're proud of yourself.

Maybe I don't want to play rugby, then.

I was thinking about
putting on another play.

- Which one?
- Antony and Cleopatra.

What role?

Mark Antony, I think. He
gets all the best lines.

Good lad. Spoken like a true Yorkshireman.

Congratulations, Detective.

Now will you be escorting
Ezekiel back to Toronto?

Yes, sir, but if it's all right with you,

we'd like to keep him in
your cells for a few hours.

We have some goodbyes to say.

Aunties,

it has been wonderful

seeing all of you, and I will
visit again before too long.

- Is that a promise, Georgie?
- Yes, it is in, indeed, and that's what it is.

Georgie!

- Can't you stay a bit longer?
- Oh, he's so soft now!

All grown up, huh?

Well, it is beautiful country, George.

It is indeed, sir. I do miss it sometimes.

How long did you live here?

Well, I moved here with
the reverend when I was 3

and back to Toronto when I was 16.

When did the reverend decide to rent
out the rectory to your aunts, George?

Shortly after we moved
here, I believe, sir.

It was a tough life for
a dock girl back then.

They suffered for their trade.

So, the reverend and my aunts made a deal:

they could stay in the rectory

as long as they ran a respectable business.

- Respectable?
- Yes, sir.

All the customers had to
wear a tie, no exceptions.

My aunts had to save their
money, look out for one another,

and they had to go to church every Sunday.

And all of your aunts
are named after flowers?

Sir, that was my Aunt Daisy's idea.

They called themselves The
Flower Girls of Flower Hill.

Sometimes a gentlemen caller

would bring the flower of
the girl he was calling on.

Your reverend was a very wise man.

Yes, indeed he was, sir.

All new Murdoch, next Monday...

I don't like this.

You can't hang a man before his time.

You'll be hanged on schedule,

just not where you're expecting.

I do love train rides.

Don't you, Detective?

Murdoch Mysteries,

next Monday at 8:00 on CBC.