Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 8, Episode 2 - On the Waterfront: Part 2 - full transcript

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Well, Mr. Dawkins,

why have you gathered us all here?

There's no respect for the law anymore.

We're looking for Mick and Tim O'Shea.

You do agree that women are
deserving of the right to vote?

I intend to see that women's
suffrage is achieved in my lifetime.

Lads!

Get off of her!

- Take your hands off me!
- Mick O'Shea?

You should have listened.



We own the waterfront.

_

Where are Mick and Tim O'Shea?

- I've never seen them.
- Don't lie to me.

- If you have any idea where they are...
- I don't.

I want it known that the Constabulary
are done with mucking about.

I know you're frightened, but
they assaulted a policeman.

- Leave me alone.
- Look, if there's anything you can tell me,

- there won't be any repercussions.
- I said leave me alone.

Listen! If you know anything
about the O'Shea brothers,

- you'll tell me.
- Detective Murdoch!

Detective Murdoch!

Sir.

Who did this to you?



Who did this to you? Was it the O'Sheas?

He said his name was Brackenreid.

It was him who done it. Almost killed me.

Why?

He wanted to know about the
O'Sheas. Where they went.

Well, I'd like to know the same thing.

Where are they?

In all honesty, it wouldn't surprise me
if they were on a boat back to Ireland.

Listen. You attacked me.

I'm a police officer. You
attacked several others.

I will see you rot in the Don Jail

if you don't tell me what you know.

Now, what happened to Richard Dawkins?

- The O'Sheas killed him.
- Did you see them do it?

No.

But they did. Everyone knows that.

- And the woman?
- I don't know about any woman.

The drowned woman. The one
that was shackled and chained.

I don't know.

On my word, I don't know!

I'm already a dead man

if Mick O'Shea finds out I talked to you.

Why did the O'Sheas kill Richard Dawkins?

Probably because he didn't pay.

Or maybe because they were told to.

Explain that.

The O'Sheas have been extracting payments

from all of the merchants
down at the docks.

If they refused, cargo
was left on ships to rot,

goods weren't delivered,
storefronts were vandalized,

- and in more extreme cases...
- You get Mr. Dawkins.

He refused to pay up and
the O'Sheas killed him.

I don't know.

Mr. Ridgeway seems to think
the O'Sheas aren't acting alone.

That someone else is involved.

And, of course, he has no idea who that is.

If he does, I'm inclined to believe
he'll take that to the grave.

I see.

Murdoch...

Did Thomas Brackenreid beat that man?

I will not have him walk
over the rules of law.

Nor will you.

I might have an overly friendly
demeanour, but I am an honest cop.

If Thomas Brackenreid

did something unwarranted,

I will do my duty.

- Oh, and Murdoch?
- Yes.

You're aware that your
fianc?e is in custody?

Oh yes, yes.

I've spoken with her.

Alright.

Oh, Lord. Look.

Oh my.

- Dr. Grace. Julia.
- Mr. Garland.

It appears you are both caught
in an unfortunate circumstance.

And what are you doing here?

I'm articling for the Crown Prosecutor.

You didn't hear the news?

I passed the bar.

Your accomplishments are hardly
a matter of interest to me.

I see.

I could have a few words with the Crown,

I know he'll listen to me. I could

advocate leniency on your behalf.

- Both of you, actually.
- And the others?

Well, I'm not a miracle worker.

Then we need no favours from you.

Do you feel the same way, Emily?

You'd rather not know
how I feel, Mr. Garland.

Have it your way.

But you should remember
I offered to help you.

It's a shame you refused.

That little pissant.

- Julia!
- Well, he is.

Mrs. McKinnon. Thank you for coming.

I cannot persuade you to call me Cecily?

Please, have a seat.

That was an impressive show of
force you demonstrated yesterday.

Thank you. Unfortunately, the
men we were after got away.

Tim and Mick O'Shea.

Yes, they do seem to possess
a certain animal cunning.

Mrs. McKinnon, have you heard
of them extorting people?

The services of wharfies and stevedores

being denied if payments aren't made?

I don't know anything.

There's no need to be
afraid, Mrs. McKinnon.

With Mr. Dawkins dead,

and now that woman, how can you say that?

The police will protect you.

Well,

if you say that the O'Sheas
are extorting people,

then I suppose that's possible.

And who else?

I don't believe the
O'Sheas are acting alone.

Someone else is involved.

Do you know of anyone else

who may be preying on
their fellow merchants?

This won't come back on me?

Lionel Jeffries does appear

to be buying out businesses
at an alarming rate.

I think he means to take
control of the entire harbour.

Thank you, Mrs. McKinnon.

And remember, you needn't
worry about the O'Sheas.

I'll find them.

- Who's there?
- Do you remember me, Mr. Jeffries?

- Thomas Brackenreid.
- Of course.

The policeman who was down here months ago.

I've got one or two questions for you.

I have talked to the
Constabulary repeatedly.

I'm not sure what I could add.

Where are Mick and Tim O'Shea?

The comings and goings of
a couple of drunk Irishmen

are not something I concern myself with.

When I was here last,

you bragged about how you knew all
there was to know about this place.

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

They almost killed me. They've
attacked another copper.

- I'll not be leaving here without an answer.
- I don't know.

Then I'll take your best guess!

And just to let you know, Jeffries,

I'm not a copper anymore,

so there are no niceties
that I need to abide to.

Will the accused please rise.

You have all been charged
with unlawful assembly and

causing a public nuisance.

- How do you plead?
- I...

Your Honour,

we should like to add a
charge of common assault.

Noted.

Which one of you

attacked the man in question?

I did.

Enough. One more word

and I will hold you all in contempt.

Be seated.

Excuse us,

- may we help you, madam?
- Yes, Your Honour. May I speak?

This has been an unusual enough day in
court already, so I don't see why not.

My name is Clara Brett Martin.

I have standing with the
Law Society of Upper Canada.

How extraordinary.

So, what can we do for you?

I would like to represent the women

who are currently facing charges.

That is, with your permission, of course.

- This could certainly help our cause.
- Of course.

Sir. This can't be permitted.

An accused does deserve
the right to council.

You are a lawyer, aren't you, Miss Martin?

- You're not having one over on me?
- No, Your Honour.

I'm the first female lawyer
in all of the British Empire.

Well, this could be quite
something for you, Atkinson.

- I will permit it.
- I object to this, sir.

Don't be such a poor sport.

Thank you, Your Honour.

I would like some time with my
clients to properly prepare a defense.

Of course.

We will continue two days hence.

- Thank you, Miss Martin.
- Please.

Clara.

Clara.

- Julia Ogden.
- Hello.

You need to hear him out.

Mr. Jeffries.

- I was visited by Thomas Brackenreid.
- You were?

- He's no longer an active policeman, am I correct?
- You are.

Then I would like to lodge a complaint.

He manhandled me.

- You appear to be suffering no ill effects.
- Murdoch.

He broke into my shop
like a common criminal.

Then I'll speak with him.

What did he say?

He wanted to know where the O'Sheas were.

I'd very much like that
information as well.

You see, Mr. Jeffries,
it's come to my attention

that the O'Sheas have been
extorting money from the merchants.

- Not from me.
- It's also come to my attention

that they may be working for someone.

- I hope you're not insinuating...
- Mr. Jeffries,

if you know where the
O'Sheas hang their hat,

you had best tell me.

If only to clear your own name.

Hello? Anyone here?

It seems the O'Sheas
enjoyed gracious living.

Alright, you. Get up.

Sir.

- George.
- Doctor Ogden, how are you two ladies faring?

As well as can be expected.

If you want my opinion, one shouldn't
be jailed for speaking one's mind.

Thank you, George.

Dr. Grace, you need to come with me.

I'm bringing her to the morgue.
I'll return her when I'm finished.

- George, I am prepared to face the charges.
- Yes, and you no doubt will.

And I do hope you triumph. But in
the meantime, the Detective needs you.

Oh.

Dr. Ogden, is there anything else
I can get for you in the meantime?

- A pillow.
- Now, Doctor, you're being highly unreasonable.

I'll see what I can do.

Both men were shot in the temple;
it would appear at close range.

From the angle of entry, I would
conclude they were both kneeling.

- Another execution.
- But this one not so public.

I'm afraid there's not
much more I can tell you.

- I should return to the cells.
- Right.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm sorry we had to keep
you in custody so long.

It was only so that you'd be
protected from the O'Sheas.

So why am I safe now?

Because those men are dead now.

Did you kill them?

No, son, we're the police.
We don't just kill people.

- We arrest them, send them off to the courts.
- But you kill people sometimes.

Only when there's no other choice.

Well, my mother will probably... kill me.

- Simon!
- Hello, mother.

I was so worried about you.

- What did you do this time?
- Well, I...

George Crabtree?

Miss Garrison!

- It's been so long.
- Years.

And it's Brooks now, not Garrison.

Ah.

When Constable Higgins told
me he was taken into custody,

I had half a mind to leave him there.

- What did he do?
- Well, he...

provided the Constabulary with
some very useful information.

There was a crime and
Simon here came forward.

And, uh...

how did he come to be
in a position to do that?

I'll let Simon fill you
in on the details there.

There's some stew on the stove.

Go get yourself something to eat.

It will give you time to
come up with a good story.

- That boy is trouble.
- All boys are trouble.

- I should be off, I suppose.
- Nonsense.

You can stay and have a cup of tea.

If you'll just wait a moment,

- I'll finish this.
- Of course.

The door.

Ladies, you are free to go.

The Crown has dropped all the charges.

Save those against Doctor Grace.

We will fight for you, Emily.

Shame on you, Mr. Garland.

Have a pleasant sleep, Emily.

- And you're still a Constable.
- I am indeed.

A smart man such as yourself? I would
have thought you an Inspector by now.

I'm content with what I do.

When did Miss Garrison become Mrs. Brooks?

I, uh...

I met Archibald about three years ago.

Simon's mother had
passed away in childbirth,

and he was quite lost without her.

He had such an easy smile.

He's dead now.

Sometimes I really...

just wonder what I'm going to do.

I'm so sorry. What happened?

He went overseas.

The Boer War.

He was killed about three months ago.

Simon never mentioned anything to me.

I haven't told him. I
just haven't had the heart.

I do my best to be his mother,

but sometimes I just...

I'm sorry, George Crabtree,

I meant only to share in a cup of tea.

I did not mean to unload my burdens on you.

It's quite alright.

If you need anything, you could call on me.

I'll manage, George.

No doubt there are many others worse off.

Thank you for not throwing my son in jail.

Well, thank you for the tea, Edna.

The missus said you wanted to talk to me.

She's worried,

as am I.

It's a St. George's pin.

Margaret gave it to me.

Why was it found under
Mick O'Shea's dead body?

Mick O'Shea's dead?

So is his brother. We found both of their
bodies in the basement of the Laughing Dog.

- When was this?
- This morning.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Sir, why was your pin
found with two dead bodies?

I don't know. Someone took it from me.

I need you to be honest with me.

You nearly killed a dockworker,
threatened Mr. Jeffries,

and now the O'Sheas.

Jeffries sent me to the Laughing Dog.

I didn't see the O'Sheas there.

Dead or alive.

Do you think I've killed them?

I think whoever they were
working for killed them.

Sir, come back to work.

We'll find them together.

We're not solving this
by following the rules.

Whoever the O'Sheas were working for

tried to have me killed.

- Threatened my family.
- Sir.

There are two laws now.

The law that I once upheld
and the law of the jungle.

I know which one I choose.

If you do anything rash,

- I will have to arrest you.
- Of course you will, Detective.

It took a year for the Law
Society to decide that the word

"person" could apply
equally to men and women.

But it finally did, and
I was able to pursue law.

It was not easy,

but then again, you went to medical
school, you know all about tribulation,

as does Dr. Grace.

In your opinion, is
she going to go to jail?

It's likely.

But she was merely defending
Kathleen from an attacker.

- I saw it with my own eyes.
- I have read the police reports,

there is no mention of that incident.

In the eyes of the law,
that attack never occurred.

Well, then the law and justice
are two different things.

That may be. Remember,

women are not supposed to rise up.

But we have been known to be underhanded.

- Ladies. You wanted to see me?
- Yes.

Yes, well, before you get
started, I should inform you

that I have no interest
in negotiating a plea.

- Miss Grace is to be prosecuted to the full extent.
- It's Dr. Grace, not Miss Grace.

And your doctor almost killed a man.

I do believe you're overstating.

Your "society" is responsible
for public nuisance,

disturbance, and incitement to riot.

I hardly think I am overstating anything.

Sir, we believe your
assistant Leslie Garland

is pushing for a reckless prosecution
of Dr. Grace for personal reasons.

I set the charges. Not my assistant.

Be that as it may, I believe
he has influenced you.

Miss Martin,

are you going to continue
to allow your client

- to speak to me in this fashion?
- I see no reason not to.

Whether or not Mr. Garland
has animosity toward Dr. Grace

has no bearing on what she did.

Six months ago, Leslie Garland posed
as notorious murderer James Gillies

and threatened the lives of
Detective William Murdoch and myself.

I am willing to lay charges against him

if this matter is not put to rest.

These are very serious allegations.

And ones Detective Murdoch
and I can easily prove.

You have it in your
power to save the office

of the Crown Attorney
significant embarrassment.

Right. Here's what we know.

Mick and Tim O'Shea have
been strong-arming people

down by the Toronto Harbour

for the privilege of keeping
their businesses open.

Mick and Tim O'Shea were likely
responsible for Richard Dawkins' death.

And now Mick and Tim O'Shea are also dead.

- Sounds like someone has done our job for us.
- Yes, it does, Henry,

and I'm not happy about that.

Because it means it's likely that Mick
and Tim O'Shea were not acting alone.

What have you, George?

Sir, I was just looking into
Dawkins' business dealings.

It turns out The Chandlery wasn't the only
business he owned down at the Docklands.

- He also had a warehouse on Polsen Street.
- Polsen?

That's where I was beaten.

The noise came from around here, sir.

George.

Jackson, keep an eye out.

Ugh! My God.

***

And you say there's more
people being held there?

It certainly appeared that way.

Well, if he's the one who did this,
then it's a good thing he's gone.

I share your sentiments.

So who killed Dawkins?

Likely the person who knew he
was holding these women captive.

Tell me about the
warehouse on Polsen Street.

What warehouse?

The warehouse on Polsen
Street that your husband owned.

My husband owned a chandlery down there.

That's the extent of it.

That's not entirely true.

I didn't know about this.

Detective Murdoch, what is this about?

We found evidence that
several people - women -

have been held there against their will.

Chained, possibly tortured.

One of whom we know
for certain is now dead.

And you think my husband...

Oh, my God.

You said your husband
had been acting strangely

prior to his murder.

Yes.

You said that he had been
planning on leaving the docks.

Yes.

You also knew that the
O'Sheas were capable of murder.

Did you discover what your
husband had been doing?

- Did you tell the O'Sheas...
- If I knew my husband was doing this,

I would have gladly had him killed.

But I didn't know.

Oh God, I didn't know.

Feels like a dark cloud has passed.

- Well, you know what they say about the weather.
- What's that?

It's ever changing.

Especially since the death of the O'Sheas.

- You live by the sword.
- Who did it, Mr. Blake?

I don't know.

They died in the basement
of your bloody pub.

- Who did it?
- I don't know.

- Who ran the O'Sheas?
- What does it matter, they're dead.

Whoever they were working
for tried to have me killed.

- Who did it?
- I don't...

I swear I don't know.

Paying off scumbags like that.

You're a bloody coward, son.

A live one.

Take it from me, that's not much of a life.

All rise.

Be seated.

Miss Martin,

have you had ample time
to prepare your defense?

I have.

Your Honour.

Mr. Atkinson.

Based on new information

that the Crown Attorney's
office has just received,

we wish to formally withdraw all charges

- against Dr. Emily Grace.
- Sir.

Keep your mouth closed, Mr. Garland.

I apologize for wasting the Court's time.

What did you two do?

I trust you have no
objections, Miss Martin?

Of course not, Your Honour.

Well, Dr. Grace, it
appears you are free to go.

- Miss Martin.
- Yes, Your Honour.

It is a shame I did not get a chance
to see you practice your wizardry.

I do hope there will be another time, sir.

Good day, Mr. Garland.

It appears that building hasn't
been in use for quite some time.

Gentlemen.

I'd like to return to
you your city coroner.

- That is very good news.
- Congratulations, Emily, you won.

Not exactly. The Crown
withdrew the charges.

William, I don't suppose
you'd care to celebrate?

Perhaps another time.

- Enjoy yourselves.
- We will.

George?

Who owns this building:

9B?

Richard Dawkins.

Sir, this is it, 9B.

George!

I don't think there's
anything in here, sir.

It's alright. It's alright.

Police.

Police. You're safe.

Come out of there.

It's alright. It's alright. You're safe.

- Any idea who she is yet?
- No, sir.

- She doesn't speak a word of English.
- I see.

Well, let me have a go.
I'm quite a communicator.

Hello. I'm Inspector Hamish Slorach.

Who are you?

Murdoch, this is your lucky day.

Ma, I need you to ask her her name.

Guly?s Zsuzsanna.

- Zsuzsanna.
- Zsuzsanna.

Okay.

Could you ask her how
long she's been in Canada?

Shh, shh.

She has been here three weeks.

Could you ask her if
she's ever seen this man?

What about him?

She knows much more
than what she is saying.

But she is frightened.

Could I trouble you to stay
just a little while longer?

Certainly.

I would like to see how my
Hamish behaves when he's at work.

Ma!

Where is everyone?

I think the arrests scared them all away.

Eileen was beaten by her husband.

Jane was relieved of her duties at Eaton's.

Looks like we've won the battle but

- lost the war.
- No one said this would be easy, Margaret.

So this is it?

This is what's left of
the suffrage society.

I'm afraid so.

- So what do we do?
- We fight on.

- The four of us?
- We have to.

Women have no power in this world.

I've seen it all too clearly and
I don't care to see it anymore.

We are women of intelligence
and privilege, it's our duty.

The four will become more.

I agree with you.

This is a fight that we can win.

Margaret?

Yes.

To the Furious Four.

The Furious Four?

I like it.

- Thank you for coming.
- I'm not sure what I can do.

I'm hoping she sees you
as a woman of authority.

A person she can trust.

Tell her no harm will come to her.

I'm a doctor. My name is Julia.

How did she come to be here?

They came by ship.

And what happened when they arrived?

Once here they were imprisoned.

By these men?

Tell her she's safe.
All these men are dead.

These two men imprisoned her
and a number of her friends.

But not this one.

What did he do?

Mr. Dawkins hid her from the O'Sheas.

She waited for his return
but he never came back.

He saved her.

And the drowned woman
was her friend, Melinka.

Yes, she identified her.

If Dawkins did this, then why
wouldn't he have contacted the police?

Perhaps he intended to.

It may be that he called the dinner

to alert the others of what
the O'Sheas had been up to.

But they got to him first.

Did she say anything about

what happened to the rest of the women?

They've been in Canada for at
least three weeks. Nine of them.

They were being sold, William.

Good lord.

Did she mention where she
thought the others could be now?

She'd heard the word 'Chicago.'

I should've locked the door.

Irish whiskey.

Slightly tastes better than piss.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

You know very well who I am.

I'm the man you tried to have killed.

Don't tell me you don't remember.

We've got some very
urgent business to discuss.

I hardly think so.

After you.

- We're looking for a ship heading for Chicago.
- What if it's already left?

I've contacted the Chicago Port Authority
and asked them to search any vessel

- coming from Toronto.
- What about the other outgoing vessels?

We're on our way to look now, sir.

Constables, I know I'm asking you
to search for a needle in a haystack,

but this is important.

The lives of seven innocent
women could be at stake here.

Well, this has all been rather enjoyable,

but could you get to the point?

- The point is you're behind all this.
- All what?

The O'Sheas. The extortion. The murders.

You don't really believe that?

- I hardly seem capable...
- Sit down and shut up!

When I was poking around the
docks all those months ago,

you knew that I'd find out something out.

You had to stop that.

It was none of your business.

You sent your thugs to have me killed.

I thought they had killed you.

Damn shame for you that they didn't.

I'm searching for vessels

that are destined to depart for Chicago.

Sir, if they were smuggling
women, would they...

would they be writing it down?

None.

What ships can enter and exit a
harbour without declaring their cargo?

Fishing boats.

Take me to the police.

I am happy to defend myself.

Of course you are.

The only ones that could
speak out against you are dead.

That's why we are now
playing by your rules.

And your rules are an eye for an eye.

You're going to kill me?

An officer of the law?

That's about the size of it.

Sir, put that down immediately.

You're not getting on this ship.

Thank you, George.

- You have no right to be on board.
- We'll be off presently.

I said, get off. Now!

Sir.

George,

see that these women get
some medical attention

and some shelter immediately.

I...

Who's responsible for this?

Well...

what are you waiting for?

Are you afraid that if
you kill me, you'll hang?

That would be a shame if you were to hang.

What would happen to that wife,

and those two children?

All alone in the world...

They'd be safe from the likes of you.

Oh, there's a lot more like me.

Sir?

Inspector, what have you done?

She thought she was above the law.

By my count, there are four
deaths that she's responsible for.

Let's bring her in.

She almost had us both killed, Murdoch.

She sent the O'Sheas after my family.

And she'll be punished.

She will.

You can't do this!

Can you give me one good reason

why she deserves to live?

- Well, can you?
- No, I can't.

- Neither can I.
- No...

No reason except for the law.

And the law trumps the likes of you.

They don't know where they were held.

- Leslie.
- Julia.

I've come to deliver some good news.

I've been fired.

But I suppose you already know that,

don't you?

I didn't know what the
consequences would be.

But I don't imagine you
regret doing what you did.

I most certainly do not.

You've destroyed my good name.

I think you did that all
on your own, Mr. Garland.

You'll be leaving Doctor
Ogden's office now.

And if you ever come back,

I will take this badge off
and I will deal with you.

- Detective, I was simply explaining...
- Did you not hear me?

Goodbye, Mr. Garland.

William!

I must say, that was...

most surprising.

And more than a little impressive.

Sometimes one must employ
the law of the jungle.

- Well, that about does it.
- I'm very grateful, Hamish.

It was always your job, Tommy.
I just did my best to fill in.

Detective Murdoch.

A pleasure.

- I will miss our conversations.
- As will I, sir.

Now quit lollygagging and get yourself
married before I go and steal her from you.

Alright, bye-bye.

- It's good to have you back, Inspector.
- Thank you, Murdoch.

- Crabtree!
- Put the bloody kettle on?

Exactly.

All new Murdoch...

- Who are you?
- Bat Masterson.

Are you saying... Damn right.

Butch Cassidy and the
Sundance Kid are in Toronto.

He's permitted our wedding
to take place in the church.

Murdoch Mysteries,

next Monday at 8:00 on CBC.

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