Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 8, Episode 3 - Glory Days - full transcript

C'mon folks! Bet!

It's yours man, it's all
yours. You have the thing!

I'd place a bet on George
Dixon if I were you, Jackson.

It's illegal, Henry. We're constables.

- We are off duty constables.
- Even so. I'd rather enjoy

the fight unfettered.

OK, but Little Chocolate is sure to win.

He's pound for pound the
finest fighter there is.

He's Canadian, no less. It's
almost unpatriotic not to bet.

Then why don't you bet on him, Henry?

Don't have any more money on me.

- Ha! Ha! What a surprise.
- I gave it all to George

for the detective's bachelor party.

That is not an excuse. I contributed, too.

I doubt Detective Murdoch
even wants a party.

No, thank you.

I'm writing. Leave me be.

Yeah! You gotta move and stick!

Robert Parker and Harry
Longabaugh, hold it right there!

What kind of crackpot draws
a pistol at a boxing match?

He wouldn't give us so much
as his name until he spoke

- to someone of authority, sir.
- Well, then it's his lucky day.

Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.

This is my station house. Who are you?

Bat Masterson.

- Bat Masterson, the lawman?
- None other.

Well let him out, Jackson.

Oh! No need to hurry. It's too late.

Damn shame, I had Robert
Parker and Harry Longabaugh

dead to rights.

- You're saying that...
- Damn right.

Butch Cassidy and the
Sundance Kid are in Toronto.

Bloody hell.

He fought in the Dodge City War.

Sir, he rolled with
Wyatt Earp in Tombstone.

- He's killed 26 people.
- Thank you, George. I'm aware

- of Mr. Masterson's reputation.
- He's quite the lawman.

That doesn't justify
drawing a pistol in public.

Sir, by all accounts, he's
also a bit of a ladies' man.

He claims he saw Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

That's right. They were
at the George Dixon fight.

Mr. Masterson was there covering
it, he's a newspaper writer now.

Unfortunately, Jackson
and Higgins unwittingly

- facilitated the escape.
- Murdoch.

I've assured Mr. Masterson
that Station House Four

will be honoured to assist in the capture

- of Sundance and Butch.
- Uh, sir. Is that necessary?

Bat's the only one that
got a good look at them.

Higgins and Jackson couldn't pick them out.

Rest assured, Detective,
I was a lawman myself.

Yes, yes. You were a
lawman in the United States.

Once a lawman, always a lawman, right?

I've already filed a story
about Butch and Sundance

with my New York paper.
Little publicity might

smoke them out. Now if you'll pardon me,

I would like to telephone my editor.

Tom? My pistol.

Oh, yes of course. Crabtree!

The gun that saved the West, right there.

Please feel free to use my telephone, Bat.

Thank you. Gentlemen.

Sir. He drew his pistol in public.

Are you sure it's wise to give it back?

He didn't mean to fire it,
Murdoch. He wants them alive.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance
Kid. Sir, it will be quite

the feather in Station House Four's cap.

With all due respect,
sir, it's widely accepted

that Butch and Sundance
fled to Argentina last year.

If Bat says he saw them, well
that's good enough for me.

Very well. George, see if
you can find some renderings

- of Butch and Sundance.
- Yes, sir.

- George Dixon.
- Yes?

Inspector Brackenreid, Detective Murdoch.

We understand that you
fought here last night.

Yes. But nobody was here to see me win.

The whole crowd scattered
when that madman pulled a gun.

Yes. Mr. Dixon, could
these two men be the ones

he was aiming at?

That looks like them. But
they don't go by those names.

You know them?

They were at my last fight,
too. Had money on me both times,

but they didn't come back
to collect their winnings.

There was illegal betting on the fight?

- Well yes, but I didn't...
- Tell us where we can find them

- and we'll look past the gambling.
- Are they in trouble?

You should be more concerned
whether you're in trouble or not.

Mr. Dixon provided the names
Arthur Brown and Lucas Hunt.

Well they're hardly going
to get about town as Sundance

and Butch, Murdoch. And
even if they were innocent,

why didn't they return for their winnings?

Mr. Masterson likely put a fright in them.

Well let's nab the pair of
them at the boarding house

- and get to the bottom of this.
- Yes, let's.


Your upcoming wedding has been
a constant topic of conversation

around the Brackenreid dining table lately.

- Really?
- Margaret was hoping

that she might be of
help planning the affair.

Oh, well. I don't really
anticipate a large ceremony

but I'll be mindful of that, thank you.

Even if you were just to put
her in charge of the flowers.

It might be enough to
shut her up so I could eat

my dinner in peace.


I can only imagine how
excited you must be, Julia.

- Where will the ceremony be held?
- I don't know, yet.

I suppose I've been putting off
having to make that decision.

- Why is that?
- William would never say

as much but I know it would
mean a great deal to him for us

- to marry in the Catholic church.
- How do you feel?

I'm not sure. But I worry
that in granting him that

I may be betraying my own values.

Perhaps... that's an
issue I should leave to you

and the detective. But I can
offer to arrange a hen party,

- should you want one.
- Perhaps not, considering how

the last one we attended turned out.

This is pure ivory. She's
never failed me once.

- Oh! Ho! Ho!
- Mr. Masterson,

Sundance's sweetheart, Etta Place,
do you think she's in town as well?

I'll be sure to ask when I'm
staring down my gun at them.

The inspector coming back any time soon?

The inspector... uh, it's hard to say ***.

I'm happy to keep you
company in the meantime.

You know, you and I are quite alike.
Birds of a feather if you will.

Mmm? How is that?

Well, we're both lawmen and writers.

Hm. Consider yourself a lawman do you?

How many men have you killed?

Well, I haven't killed any,
per se, but I've roughed up

a good many. A good many.
Anyway, I'll get you a copy

of my book, Curse of the Pharaohs,

it's a rollicking adventure.
I've set myself as the main...

- Mr. Masterson?
- Yes?

Matthew Booth from the Toronto Gazette.

I just read in the New York Telegraph
that you and the constabulary are hot

on the trail of Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

- That's right.
- I'd like to do a story on you.

Lawmen turned sportswriter
chases the infamous Butch

- and Sundance.
- Mm... certainly.

But I can't spare much time.

Is it true you were born in Canada?

Yes... Quebec, but you can
keep that off the record.

I am as American as they come.

You must be Dr. Ogden?

I'm Father Clemence. Welcome.

William's at peace in a way that
I have never known him to be.

- As am I.
- Good.

- We're very happy.
- I'm pleased for

this opportunity to meet you.
What brings you to my church?

I know that it would mean
a great deal to William

for us to marry in the
church, but I'm not a Catholic.

I'm here to ask if there's
any way that I might

- grant him that gift?
- That gift is not yours

- to grant. It's the church's.
- Yes, of course. I understand.

Thank you for your time, Father Clemence.

I did not say that it
couldn't be granted, however.

William painted the picture
to me of a resilient,

determined woman. I'm
surprised you give up so easily.

- I do want this, for William.
- Then if this is something

you really want, I would like
you to consider the following:

why is the belief in God important?

Just think on it for a time.

Why don't you tell me your real names?

You're about to be exposed
for who you really are, anyway.

I told you, sir, I'm Arthur
Brown and this is Lucas Hunt.

- Hah. 'Course you are.
- On what grounds are you holding us?

Suspicion of gambling, for now.

Suspici... Everyone was
betting at the fight!

- Why are we the only ones being held?
- I think you know why. So...

tell me the whereabouts of
your lady friend, Etta Place.

- Etta who?
- It's not them.

I don't even know where that is.

Not the two men you drew down
on or not Butch and Sundance?


- Are you sure, Mr. Masterson?
- I've never laid eyes

on these men and they damn
sure aren't Butch and Sundance.

Don't let me catch you
gambling again, boys.

Let's get on with it,
gentlemen. Butch and Sundance

- are still on the loose.
- Mr. Masterson,

is it possible that you were
mistaken in the first place?

I once sat across from Butch Cassidy

at a card table in Hot Springs, Montana.

I'll bet I am the only
man in this city to say

I've looked him in the eye.
And how long ago was that?

A number of years. The
look of a man might change

- but the eyes don't.
- Well, perhaps we'll take

- a wait and see approach, Bat.
- You do what you like,

I'm casting my net.

- Just my luck.
- Excuse me?

Just as the most striking woman I have seen

in all of Toronto enters
the station, I'm leaving.

- Ah, you must be Mr. Masterson.
- Mm, you recognize me

- from the newspapers?
- No...

- My husband-to-be spoke of you.
- Oh. Where is the lucky man?

I wouldn't allow you out of my sight.

- Him?
- That surprises you?

Well, you're obviously a spirited woman

- and the detective is...
- A gentleman?

Yes. Very gentle indeed.

- Julia, thank you for coming.
- What is it, William?

Um, the inspector has
brought to my attention

that Mrs. Brackenreid would
very much like to be involved

in the planning of the wedding.

- Oh... Well perhaps...
- Sirs!

The bank of Toronto's being robbed.

- They're armed.
- It must be Sundance and Butch.

Let's hope it is. By
reputation, they don't use

- their guns unless provoked.
- There's only one way

to find out.
- What... Bat! No!

- I'll take the back!
- George, be careful!

What's going on, Murdoch?

- Go! Let's get outta here!
- I can't tell.

They fled out the back.
Firing their guns as they left.

- George!
- Sir, I'm all right.

- They shot into the air.
- Did you get a look at them, Crabtree?

Sir, they were galloping away

- by the time I got there.
- Um. Um. I... I did.

I... it was Butch Cassidy and
the Sundance K... K... K...

K... K... K... Kid.

Is it true?

Was it Butch and Sundance?

I'll handle this, gentlemen.

Ahem. Indeed, the robbery was
the work of Butch and Sundance.

The manager confirmed as
much and I observed them

with my own eyes yet again.

Did they shoot at you, Mr. Masterson?

Mm. Shots were fired, but
true to their reputation,

they weren't out to
harm anyone, nor I them.

Fortunately I intervened
before they got to the safe.

So you can tell the
fine citizens of Toronto

that Bat Masterson saved their money.

What's next,

- Mr. Masterson? Any leads?
- Inspector.

Rest assured, me and the boys
of Station House Four will

bring them to justice.
It's only a matter of time.

Inspector Brackenreid, what's
it like working alongside

- a legendary lawman?
- Now, now, now.

This isn't about Bat
Masterson. This is about

reigning in two outlaws. Now,
I'll make myself available

to you fine folks as needed,
and uh, I'll continue to file

my updates with the New
York Telegraph. Thank you.

- Mr. Masterson!
- Thank you, gentlemen. That's all for today.

No more questions, thank you.

Gentlemen. I was under the
impression you were coppers.

- Where are your guns?
- We don't carry guns.

North of the border, we rely on our wits.

Ah. Fat lot of good your wits just did us.

Your approach wasn't
especially effective, either.

Fact of the matter is Sundance
and Butch are on the loose.

Bat knows them better than we do, Murdoch.

- He'll take the lead.
- Very well.

- So where should we start, Bat?
- Mm. Take me to the most

reputable house of ill-repute in town.

I don't think I've seen
a dance quite like it.

Reminds me of Afghanistan.
Never thought I'd see it here,

but can't say that I mind.

Thank you Nadia. Wasn't she fantastic?

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Oh! We're looking for Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance kid.

- Have they had occasion to visit?
- I don't believe so.

Oh my goodness. I think they did.

- Those two from the other night.
- How did you know it was them?

Well, they had such an
air of danger about them.

Oh yes, I do recall
them. They were very coy.

It must've been Butch I entertained.

- No, Cynthia, I believe I had Butch.
- Well, I was with one of them.

- I can't wait to tell the other girls.
- Ladies.

Did they mention where they were staying

- or what their intentions were?
- Only that they plan to return.

I hope they do. Such dear gentlemen.

If they do, be sure to notify us.

And despite how charming they may
be, keep in mind that they're outlaws.

Of course.

Perhaps you'd care to continue
this interview in private?

- Are you boys in a hurry?
- I'm afraid we are.

Uh, Butch and Sundance in my... bank...

Possibly. We won't know for certain
until we apprehend the suspects.

The most famous b...
bank robbers in history.

Surely they only target the b... best.

The most vulnerable, I
should think, Mr. Fleet.

This is no cause to boast, Mr. Fleet.

You should be grateful no one was hurt.

Oh, I am. Thanks to
Mr. Masterson's bravery.

Was there any indication that the robbers

- had been surveying the bank?
- None that I'm aware of,

b... but, um... B... Butch and Sundance

picked a... a most
fortuitous day to strike.

- How's that?
- Well, the Grand Trunk Railway

had just dep... uh... dep...
uh... deposited a large sum

to cover their uh... p... payroll.

Sir, were you able to discern
anything from the bullets

- took from the ceiling?
- Only that they indeed came

from the robber's gun. 45 calibre.

Sir, I was wondering if
I might treat you dinner

- the night after tomorrow?
- Well that's very kind, George,

thank you. But I believe
I'm engaged to dine

- with Dr. Ogden that night.
- Yes, of course.

The wedding is coming up
so soon, isn't it, sir?

- I suppose so.
- Have you decided where

the two of you will
live once you're married?

As a matter of fact, George,
I intend to build us a house.

But I suppose Mrs. Kitchen's

- will have to do in the meantime.
- Oh, sir. The boarding house?

Will Dr. Ogden be keen on that arrangement?

I don't see why not. Mrs.
Kitchen is a fine cook,

her beef stew is the best I've ever had.

- That considered...
- Uh, Inspector?

- Wh... what are you doing?
- Waiting for Bat.

- Where is he?
- He's conducting a...

private interview.

Ah. Right.

... He took his pistol... I raised mine...

The bank of Toronto was
flush with a recent deposit

to cover the Grand Trunk railway
payroll. A very fortuitous time

- for the robbers to strike.
- We considered the possibility

it may have been the work
of the bank employees,

but all the rail boys seem legitimate.

I must admit... the
particulars of the robbery

are very consistent with how
Butch and Sundance operated.

Were you and Mr. Masterson able
to turn up anything useful, sir?

- I say that I always get my man.
- Sir?

Yes, yes, yes. Good work, Murdoch.

I said of course, but you
can never touch my pistol.

I will turn it over to the good Inspector.

Inspector Brakenreid, Bat
says you're narrowing in

on Butch and Sundance. Is that true?

We're pursuing every avenue
of investigation, gentlemen.

It's only a matter of time
before Mr. Masterson and myself

apprehend the buggers.

Reach for the sky.

Oh dear Lord. Please don't shoot!

- Flower.
- Bloody fake.

How were we to know it wasn't real?

- Sure looked real to me.
- What were you transporting?

The payroll to Grand
Trunk office in Simcoe.

- They got it all.
- Why would Sundance and Butch kill a man?

What exactly happened?

Harry was trying to protect
the payroll. The man who called

himself Sundance shot him
down. Never saw a man handle

a weapon like that.

We've checked everything here,
sir. There's no sign of him.

What else do you need to know? I saw them.

It as Butch Cassidy and the
Sundance Kid. Plain as day.

You said they were gentlemen outlaws.

Why would they gun down
an innocent man like this?

Mr. Masterson?

I'll meet you back at the Station House.

I have to think on this.

- At what time were the criminals spotted?
- Are you any closer to

- capturing Butch and Sundance?
- Hey, knock it off, you lot! Back it up!

- Back up!
- I should throw them all in jail.

Oh, I thought you were quite

- enjoying all of the attention.
- Not anymore.

- Sirs?
- So where is he?

I don't know, sir. I've been
in touch with the Telegraph,

he's missed his deadline for
his story, they haven't been

- in contact with him.
- Why would he disappear now?

You'd think he'd be
wallowing in all of this.

Unless... what if he's
gone to find them himself?

He has no authority to make an arrest.

You've met the man, Murdoch.
You think he gives a damn

about authority? Get your hat.

Good day, gentlemen. How can I help you?

Madame Dupree. You can tell the girls

- this is not a social call.
- What a shame, Inspector.

We're looking for Bat Masterson.

So am I. A number of the
girls have inquired as to when

- he would be visiting again.
- He hasn't been here?

No. Not recently.

Do you know where in
Toronto that he might be

- hanging his hat?
- Cynthia?

- Yes, Madame Dupree?
- Where did you say

- Mr. Masterson took you?
- The Alexander hotel.

He bought me a cocktail,
he was ever so kind.

Thank you.

- Detective Murdoch.
- Yes?

Cynthia would like you to
know she is available for a...

private interview.

Um, thank you. Ah... no thank you.

Soon to be married.

Then perhaps all the more reason.

Good day, ladies.

And have you considered what
I asked of you, Dr. Ogden?

- As a matter of fact, I have.
- And?

Tell me about the cruelty of God.

- Is God cruel?
- I treat diseases of the mind,

people driven into madness
by no fault of their own.

When I worked as a
coroner, I saw the results

- of unspeakable violence.
- Not perpetrated by God.

- But permitted by God.
- God does not permit anything.

God grants us life. What
we do with that life,

that's... that's up to you and me.

And what does it matter
if I believe or not?

Because your eternal
soul will never find peace

unless you believe in
the teachings of Christ.

Christ teaches love,
Christ teaches forgiveness,

- Christ teaches joy.
- And fealty.

Yes, the church may try to
teach fealty. Christ does not.

I wagered you'd be out trying
to bring in Sundance and Butch

- on your own.
- No.

- Why?
- Because this is my fault.

Would you care to explain that?

There is no Butch and
Sundance. Not here, anyways.

- But you saw them?
- I was sure I did at the Dixon

fight but when you brought
in those two men, I realized

they were the men that I saw at the fight

and I realized that they
weren't Butch and Sundance.

You lied. Why?

There was a time when the
name Bat Masterson was admired

and feared and worshipped.

When I wrote that story
about Butch and Sundance,

those days came back. I
was Bat Masterson again

on the trail of two outlaws
and I revelled in it.

You made it up.

And now a man's dead and
we've been wasting our time

chasing after phantoms.
I've a good mind to...

Sir. None of that changes
the fact that there are still

two criminals at large.

They've shot someone and robbed a bank.

Bloody hell.

Murdoch, I'll see you back at the station.

I caused you to look the
wrong way in all of this.

Yes you did. And I'll
wager that those two men

were far from wild west
outlaws. Just two common thugs

who took advantage of
a situation you created.

Will you help me find them?

Once a lawman, always a lawman. Right?

- Thank you, Detective.
- We're in pursuit of the felons

and we'll be arresting them anytime soon.

- Is Mr. Masterson helping?
- Mr. Masterson's service

- is no longer re...
- Mr. Masterson!

- What is going on?
- Mr. Masterson!

Mr. Masterson, are you hot
on the trail of Butch Cassidy

- and the Sundance Kid?
- I am assisting

the Toronto constabulary
to the best of my abilities.

Are you going to catch them, Bat?

I'm more than confident
in Detective Murdoch

and Inspector Brackenreid.

- Alright, that's enough.
- Mr. Masterson just one more

question for your time!
Mr. Masterson, please!

Let's assume that the bandits
who robbed the bank are in fact

the same two who robbed the
train. They match the general

description given by the
bank manager as well as

the surviving guard and
the engineer from the train.

They also knew the most advantageous time

- to strike both targets.
- The bank was holding

the payroll for the Grand
Trunk railway in Toronto,

the train was carrying the Grand Trunk
payroll to one of its subsidiaries

Exactly, sir. Both of
these robberies are linked

by the Grand Trunk railway.
Now, George has cleared all

the bank employees of any
suspicion but the railway

employees would've had inside
knowledge in both cases.

George, we need to pay
their offices a visit.

Sir, right behind you.

It's a shame it wasn't
really Butch and Sundance.

That would've been really something.

- Mr. Masterson?
- Of course.

- What is it, Crabtree?
- Sir, you've yet to contribute

to the detective's bachelor party.

Murdoch doesn't want a bachelor party.

Well perhaps he'll feel
differently once he's there, sir.

Now, I've rented a tavern.
I've asked Mrs. Kitchen to bring

some food. Jackson has it in
his head that he'll play trumpet

but I've explained to him
it's a party for the detective,

- not a godforsaken talent show...
- Crabtree, enough.

Sir... that's a very generous contribution.

It sounds like you're talking
about Ed and Hoyd O'Bannon.

- They quit a couple days ago.
- Sounds like they came into

- some money recently?
- Would you consider them

- smart enough to rob a bank?
- Doesn't take brains

- to rob a bank, just nerve.
- I can't say they were

too clever, but the O'Bannons
weren't short on nerve.

Often showing up to
work drunk or not at all.

Any idea where we could find them?

I'd try the McLeod's
Tavern on Queen Street.

When they were on payroll, they
drank most of it away down there.

Uh, hey...

You're that Bat Masterson
fellow, aren't you?

- I am.
- Ah. I like your sports stories.

You know, reading them
makes me feel like I'm there.

- Thanks for that.
- So if you're looking

for Ed and Hoyd, I'm imagining
there's no Butch and Sundance?

- It would appear not.
- Well, that's a damn shame.

I'm looking for Ed and Hoyd O'Bannon.

Gentlemen. I'd like a word, please.

- About what?
- Your recent good fortune, here.

Perhaps you'd like to come
down to the Station House

and explain how it came to be.

I wouldn't advise running.

I don't miss.

Stick 'em up, boys.

I pulled these bullets from
the ceiling at the bank.

I tested them and they
were fired from your gun.

OK, you got us on that.

- You also killed a man.
- Killed?

W... what are you talking about?

We shot into the ceiling,
just like you said.

I'm not talking about the bank robbery.

I'm talking about the train robbery.

- We didn't actually rob the train.
- Yes, you did.

And you shot a guard in
the back and killed him.

We did no such thing. On my mother's grave,

- we did no such thing.
- It's true that we stopped the train.

With the fake explosives.

The train came to a halt.
The engineer came out.

We tied him up, we left
him in the cab and then

we went to the back of
the train for the loot.

But two armed guards were waiting for us.

We didn't even get close to the money

and he fired a warning shot over
our heads and we just rode off.

You're certain that both guards
were alive when you fled the scene.

Yes, sir.

I'll admit, we did try to rob that
train but we did not kill anyone.

I extracted a bullet
from Mr. Harry Walkins.

- 32 calibre.
- Mmm. Very impressive.

- Lady knows her calibres.
- I pull enough of them out

of bodies, I may as
well learn what they are.

Different than the two I
pulled out of the ceiling

at the bank. Care to hazard a guess?

No need to guess,
Detective. 45's plain as day.

Mmm. More than just a pretty face.

Why Mr. Masterson, you are
old enough to be my father.

Uh, two different crimes,
two different guns.

The train guard was killed
with a 32, you pulled 45's out

- of the bank ceiling.
- I don't think the O'Bannons

- killed this man.
- That's the thing about

Canadian law enforcement,
Mr. Masterson: patience,

diligence, and the reliance on
intellect trump the quick draw

- of the gun every time.
- Anything else, Dr. Grace?

He was killed at close range.

I'd very much like to speak
to that railway guard again.

I believe the Grand Trunk
Railway should reconsider

their hiring practices. First
the O'Bannon boys and now...

- Irem Klaxton.
- Yes, exactly sir.

His employers haven't seen hide
nor hair of him since the robbery.

What did you find out about Mr. Klaxton?

Well, he doesn't come from
the most reputable of families.

Both of his brothers have done jail time.

He avoided the same
only by joining the army.

The British Army wouldn't allow...

The American Army, sir. He
moved to Canada 3 years ago.

Any idea where we might find him, George?

Well, his family does own
a farm north of the city.

As good a place as any to look.

- How far north?
- About 20 miles.

Mmm. You boys know how to ride?

Yeah! Giddy up!

- This the place?
- I guess.

- Don't see anyone.
- Doesn't mean he's not here.


- What was that?
- There's someone here.

Irem Klaxton! Show yourself!

Toronto constabulary!

You're under arrest for
the murder of Harry Walkins.

Might be gone, Murdoch. There
was $5000 stolen from that train.

You think he came to spend it here?

Don't look up, but there's
someone in that hayloft.

Detective, I'm going to find
a place to relieve myself.


Irem Klaxton! We need to speak to you!

There's someone behind the
woodshed. They mean to flank us.

Right. George, you said there
were three Klaxton brothers?

- That's right sir.
- Then where's the third?

Drop your weapons.

Drop 'em!




Damn brother fell asleep up there.

Drop your gun!


Go! Go!

- Bloody Bat!
- Sir, he may have saved our lives.

Come back here!

It's alright. I managed to retrieve this.

Alright, sir. Provide me with cover.

Mr. Masterson!

Mr. Masterson, are you alright?!

Ugh... Back's been better...

See if you can find
another weapon, Crabtree.


Well, I suppose it's a good
thing you changed professions.

This way.


- Sir!
- Murdoch!

- You alright?
- Woah... back's been better.

Where's Bat?

Outta my way. You're not a lawman anymore.

'Least I'm a man. More
than I can say for you.

Shooting your partner in the back.

A man would do it face to face.

You ready?

- Bat, no!
- I caused this!

- Let me settle it.
- Don't be foolish, Bat.

You killed a man.

I'm not the law.

They are.

I'm just a sports writer.

But a damn good one.

Father and the Son and
the Holy Spirit. Amen.

- Father Clemence.
- William.

- You asked to speak with me.
- I am so pleased that you have

finally found someone in this world who is

at the very least your equal.


You're certainly impressed Father Clemence.

And he, I, William.

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

Julia... I know your convictions,

you don't have to do that for me.

And now I better
understand your convictions.

Your faith is important to you William.

And if we're to marry, I
want to marry all of you.

Here he comes, here he comes!

Hey! Hey!

Congratulations, sir.

- George, you shouldn't...
- Well I have,

- so let's make the best of it.
- Murdoch, take a drink.

- Oh, thank you sir, but...
- You're entering your final

hours as a free man. Take it from me,

once you're married, you learn
to appreciate the taste of it.

Well, maybe just one drink.

Well, if it's just going to be
one, let's make it a good one.

Thank you, George.


- Oh! Ho! Ho! Ho!
- There we go!

There we are!

- Mrs. Kitchen, my goodness.
- All of your favourites.

- Even beef stew.
- Oh! Ho! Thank you.

I sure will miss you, Detective.

- You'll miss me?
- Well, you certainly aren't

going to bring your bride back
to live in my boarding house.

Who'd entertain such foolishness?

- Ha! Right...
- Murdoch, Murdoch.

I've got something for you male mocker.

- A... a gift?
- Well open it!

Bat Masterson's pistol. The very gun

- that tamed the West.
- Thank you sir, thank you.

- A fine memento indeed.
- I paid a pretty penny for that.

- Ah, yes.
- But... Bat sold me the gun

- that tamed the West.
- Looks like you've been had, George.

Well, the inspector too,
by the looks of it. Anyway,

don't mention it. Best
not to ruin the evening.

Thank you. What have you, George?

Ah, sir. I had a gift for you...

Jackson! I told Jackson
this was not about him

and his bloody trumpet. Jackson! Jackson!

Ho! Ho! Ho! Oh my!

Well, I... suppose I'd better be going.

Enjoy yourself, Detective Murdoch.

Breakfast will be ready at 6, as usual.

With utmost admiration,

from one lawman to another, Bat Masterson.

Have a seat, Murdoch!

- Let's get married, Mr. Murdoch.
- Indeed.

It's the wedding of
the turn of the century.

Well, look at you.

I dare say, I should marry you more often.

- The 100th episode.
- What's going on?

Murdoch Mysteries, new episode,

Monday November 3rd on CBC.