(birds chirping)
(explosions)
(epic music)
- Fire! (gunshots)
(groans)
- Fire! (gunshots)
- Fire!
- Halt!
(indistinct) ready!
- To arms! - Take aim!
- Fire! - Fire!
(men screaming)
(man whistling)
- It hardly seems sporting, does it, sir?
- What's that? - Attacking from behind!
- Guerrilla warfare.
The americans used it to defeat the british
During the revolutionary war.
(whistle blowing) (shouting indistinctly)
- Okay! Enough! - Break, break it up!
- Still, though, I am enjoying myself.
Thank you for the invitation, george.
- Well, sir, I knew since dr. Ogden and susannah left,
You'd be at loose ends.
- Well, things have been
A bit dull, yes. (whistle blowing)
- You must miss them dearly, sir.
- Oh... (man): Help! Help!
(suspenseful music)
- Good heavens.
Seems this war has claimed another victim.
- Only a hundred years too late.
(theme music)
- Well, it clearly seems intentional.
- I was assured that all of these blades had been dulled.
- Well, they were. But... The americans.
Who can ever really trust them?
- You-you believe they would kill one of their own?
- They fought a war against each other.
I wouldn't put it past them.
You seem familiar. Do I know you?
- I don't think so.
- Strange. I'm sure--
- George, let's move his body to somewhere
Where we can properly examine him.
- Sir. Uh, you there, would you mind taking his legs?
Careful not to drop him.
- I doubt that matters now.
(indistinct chatter)
- What's that all about?
- Why are you asking me? I don't know anything.
- Suppose that's not much of a surprise.
- You're putting me in charge?
- Don't get ahead of yourself, watts.
It's just while murdoch's away.
Are you up to the task? - Sure.
- Well, I'm only a phone call away.
Right, I must be off.
I have an appointment with crown attorney crabtree.
- Oh, the trial? - Yes.
It's still weeks away, but best to be prepared.
You need to get all your apples in one cart
If you're trying to convict a city councillor.
- Oh, it seems open and shut.
- Those are the ones that can surprise you.
- Right.
I trust you to steer the ship.
- With steady hand.
Oh, and, chief constable,
I must say you look much younger without the moustache.
- Ha! New job, new look.
Oh, and, uh, margaret can't get enough of me.
I should've took it off years ago.
(chuckling)
So what's the story with the plants?
- Horticulture. It's a new interest of mine.
- Well, you know what they say about that.
You can bring a hor to culture-- - ah, I've heard.
- Oh.
Right, then, you lot, listen in.
Until further notice,
Acting inspector watts will be in charge.
Carry on.
- Mm.
- Your orders, sir?
- Uh, just... Do what you do best.
- Rummy? Penny a point?
- Not for me, thank you.
- What can you tell me, mr. Byron?
- So I drew the short straw.
Everyone else got to play-act as a soldier.
I got to be a medic.
- Do you have training? - Some.
I assist a veterinarian back home.
- Well, whoever stabbed this man knew what they were doing.
A single blow directly to the heart.
- Could he have just been lucky? - Perhaps.
But I don't believe that to be the case.
Did you know this man?
- Jacob diamont, an american from amherst, new york.
But I don't know much more than that.
He was a neophyte participant.
- Sir.
- What have you, george? - A suspect, sir.
A man by the name of samuel baker was seen arguing,
Quite violently apparently, with our victim last night.
- Samuel. I doubt that.
He injured his ankle, just before nightfall.
I treated him in here. - His ankle, you say?
- It was badly sprained. I gave him a healthy dose of laudanum for the pain.
I very much doubt that he returned to battle.
Detective, when can we resume our activities?
We are all quite anxious.
We haven't even got to the stage
Where general brock is killed
And the tide turns in our favour.
(clears throat)
- Uh, george, please send word
To chief constable brackenreid
That our return will be delayed.
- Sir.
- Look at these cards.
(laughing)
(snoring) oh, best out of ten.
- Constable.
Higgins. (snoring)
Henry! - I'm sorry, ruth.
- What are you doing?
- Just what you suggested.
- Sleeping on the job?
- I'm not getting much sleep at home, sir.
Ruthie's in one of her moods.
- And that is? - Ah, well...
She can be rather, uh... Insatiable at times.
- There is no particular reason to reveal that information.
- You asked.
- Get tucker and do the rounds on parliament street.
- Uh, tucker, sir. Can I take someone else?
- No. Take tucker.
- But I don't like him.
- Well, then, this might be a chance for you two to get along.
Constable tucker. - Yes.
- Accompany henry on his rounds.
- Henry?
- You heard me.
(coins clinking)
(indistinct chatter)
- Excuse me. Where might I find samuel baker?
(man): Well, you can have one. Just make sure you give it back.
(indistinct chatter)
(snoring)
Oi.
- What?
- Are you samuel baker?
- Who's asking?
- Detective william murdoch, toronto constabulary.
(groans)
- I didn't do it.
- Didn't do what?
- Whatever you think I did.
- Were you involved in a fight
With an american named diamont last night?
(chuckling) - sure was.
He started it.
Why?
He put you on to me, did he?
- He is dead, sir.
- What?
- He was killed on the battlefield today.
- I wasn't even on the battlefield.
Been out like a light since I, since I saw that quack.
Gave me enough laudanum to down a horse.
Ask anyone.
I haven't moved from here since last night.
(sighing)
- Never cared much for that watts.
Chief constable should've put you in charge.
You're more trustworthy. - Is that so?
- I've heard some disquieting rumours about detective watts.
It's clear the man has secrets.
- I have a feeling, tucker, that he's not the only one.
- You got something to say, say it.
If not, shut your cakehole.
Let me walk in peace.
(indistinct chatter)
- Excuse me.
(speaking native language)
- Who are you?
- Detective william murdoch, toronto constabulary.
This is constable george crabtree.
We'd like to ask you some questions.
- If this is about the dead man, we had nothing to do with it.
We were on the opposite flank.
- That's true, sir. I saw them.
- This is the first time these people have acknowledged
That the "kanyen'kehà:Ka", the mohawk,
Fought to defend what is now canada.
I have no intention of causing trouble.
- Of course.
- The rest of your gang are all white chaps.
- The organizers would only allow one haudenosaunee...
Indian... To attend.
Look at their clothing.
It is a disgrace.
- Thank you for your service to canada.
- Huh.
- You should talk to the american troops.
- Who might you be? - No matter.
But the man was stabbed in the back.
It would suggest by one of his own, not one of these people.
- He may have been retreating.
- Good point. I hadn't considered.
- What's your interest in the matter, sir?
- Nothing.
I'd just like to get back to the reenactment,
As would everyone else here.
(tense music)
- George, I'd also like a word
With the man dressed as isaac brock, up on the hill.
- I don't see anybody, sir.
(sighing)
- Adjusting to your new position, watts?
- Mm. The plants like the light.
- Then you should be relieved.
You're going to be here a while longer.
- Are you off somewhere?
- There's been a murder at the battle of queenston heights.
- At the play-acting war. - Mm.
An american killed on canadian soil.
Things could get messy. - Mm.
- Where is everyone? - On rounds.
- Even higgins? - Mm-hmm.
- I'd rather not see an officer in my constabulary
Reading this scurrilous piece of work.
- Of course.
I will try and remain immune to new ideas.
- Carry on, watts.
(clears throat)
- Oh, for pete's sake!
Oh! I knew it!
I knew it!
I knew I should have brought my own pillow.
It just didn't seem... Soldierly.
- No, I don't suppose it would be.
- So much for a break from work, sir.
(sighing)
- That doesn't seem to be our lot, george.
- Sir, it seems everywhere we go,
There's murder and mayhem.
No matter where we go, what we do,
No matter how purely intentioned.
Malice.
Death.
It's as if we were born under a bad sign.
Or under a hex, sir.
It's like we were hexed by the devil himself.
- I think the world is just more violent
Than we would like it to be.
(suspenseful music)
George.
- Perhaps he's just relieving himself, sir.
- I don't think so.
He's heading toward the medical tent.
- And diamont's body. - Right.
George, you stay here
And nab him if he rushes past me.
(suspenseful music)
Have you misplaced something, sir?
- This is not your business. - I'll be the judge of that.
Detective william murdoch, toronto constabulary.
- Huh.
An odd choice of uniform.
- You are under arrest.
Come with me.
- You're making a mistake. - We'll see about that.
(suspenseful music)
- Sergeant albert lee under the command of major general jacob brown.
- You can stop with this farce right now.
- That's all the information I'm prepared to give.
Then you will accompany me to our cells in toronto.
- I'm an american citizen.
You have no right to do that.
- I can arrest you. - On what charge?
I've done nothing wrong and you have no proof to suggest otherwise.
- I have suspicion. - And suspicion is not proof,
Certainly not enough to detain a foreign citizen.
(sighing)
- Then I will find some.
Watch him, george.
And trust me, mr. Lee,
It's only a matter of time
Before you are much more forthcoming.
(sighing)
- I thought he was a better policeman than that.
(indistinct chatter)
- Look into this.
Mcnabb, file that.
Constable tucker, go to the starbright club.
- Thank you, sir.
But I don't think they're open yet.
- On business.
Someone defaced the establishment last night.
Get some whitewash and clean it up.
It was obviously an area you missed on your patrol.
Uh, that's all.
Oh, henry, do your regular patrol.
- I have a regular patrol?
- Crown attorney crabtree. What can I do for you?
- Effie will suffice.
Have you seen chief constable brackenreid?
I need to speak to him about the upcoming trial.
- He's been called to the battlefield.
- Has there been an incident? - It appears so.
- Is george all right? - Of course.
- Right.
- If you don't mind me saying, you look troubled.
- Oh, I'm... Just a little worried
About george, I suppose.
He's got a case of the morbs.
I was hoping this little adventure
Might cheer him up a touch. - Curious.
- What is? - That going to battle,
False or not, would be a place to lift one's spirits.
Good day.
- How did you get involved in all of this?
- What do you mean?
- Well, an interest in the war of 1812.
It's not something I'd expect from an oriental chap.
- Only white people can be interested in history?
- Well, I didn't say that. - I remember it now.
You're george crabtree! - I am.
- The author. Sir, it is an honour.
I have read the curse of the pharaohs at least three times.
- Well, what about my last book, a man alone?
- I'm sorry to say I didn't care for it quite as much.
- The curse was a most enjoyable read.
Especially considering it was written
By a white man from newfoundland.
Oh! And, uh, out of curiosity,
How was it you became interested in egypt?
- Touché, mr. Lee.
But it wasn't so much egypt.
It was the, the mummies and the curses and whatnot.
- Are you going to be writing about the war of 1812?
That's it, I'm sure! You're here to experience
A taste of battle. I could help you.
My great-grandfather was a participant in many a battle.
- Is that so? And who was your great-grandfather?
- Joseph wilcox.
- Oh! I see.
A most notable figure indeed.
- And not at all who they say he was.
And I'd love mr. Crabtree to reveal that.
- Is that so? - Sir, I'll have to ask you
To move along. This man is actually in my custody.
- What did he do?
- Well, uh... - Did you hear that?
I'm being charged with, "well, uh..."
- Sir, if you could just move along, please.
- Apologies, constable.
I know you're just following orders.
But if you want some advice,
I'd take a closer look at that...
Franklin fellow.
I think he may be involved in this.
- Do you, now? - I do.
Oh! And perhaps your detective murdoch
Could use one of his famous inventions to solve the case.
- Mr. Lee, how is it you know so much about us?
- I know a lot about many things.
- Right.
Give me your hands. - Why?
- I have to restrain you.
(clears throat)
- You are holding a man in custody, are you not?
- I am. - Then let us get back to it.
- Huh. I agree.
- My foot's feeling better. I wanna fight.
- Most of us have taken time off from our jobs for this.
- We were preparing to stage the part of the battle
Where general brock is killed.
- It turns the tide of the war.
- Yes, yes. Uh, speaking of general brock,
I've seen him wandering about. Where is he?
Why is he not with you?
(chuckling)
- Show him brock.
(scoffs)
- Here he is.
- The chap who played brock
Was unable to attend so we improvised.
- I could swear I saw h...
(laughing)
- Seems like I'm not the only one to hit the laudanum.
(laughing) - come on, sir.
We're sorry the american is dead,
But we can't do anything about it.
Let us fight.
(jazz music playing)
♪ nobody knows you when you're down and out ♪
♪ I mean when you're down and out... ♪♪
- You meet me when I tell you.
And I don't need to give you a reason.
- I'm sorry, but we can't meet in public.
♪ without a doubt ♪
♪ nobody knows you when you're down and out ♪
♪ I mean when you're down and out ♪♪
(applause)
- What was that about? - Nothing.
- Didn't look like nothing.
- What, are you my commanding officer now?
I thought that was watts.
- I outrank you. What was that about?
(tense music)
- Seen that guy in here before.
So, I was questioning him about the vandalism.
Surprisingly, he didn't see anything.
Satisfied?
- Oh! Constable higgins. - Miss hart.
Did you see the man that constable tucker was speaking to?
- I certainly did.
- And do you know him?
- He's in here regularly enough.
But not after today.
- What did he do?
- He made a suggestion, not terribly subtle,
That this place could benefit from some added protection.
- And what did you say to him?
- I told him to go to hell.
- Uh, tell me,
When they were speaking, did it look like a...
Friendly conversation?
- I wasn't here to see it.
Excuse me. - Of course.
- Uh, how are we faring?
- You don't find this at all strange, sir?
- What's that? - Well, this mr. Lee chap
Seems to know a lot about us.
He knows I'm an author, he knows you're an inventor.
- Well, I suppose each of us is famous in our own right, george.
- Do you really think so?
- But knowing about us makes him no less a suspect.
And I am getting fed up with him.
- Murdoch!
- Ah, sir.
- So what's the situation then?
- I have a suspect in custody, but I don't believe he did it.
He is, however, hiding something.
- Oh, well, let's get to it then.
Oh, and, uh, by the way, I've had a word with the board,
And they've granted your request.
- Thank you, sir. I believe I am much better suited
To the field than behind a desk.
- Are you sure about that? - Uh, yes.
It's best I stay busy and active whilst julia is away.
- Well, I've found your replacement.
- Very good. Uh, sir, this is mr...
(sighing) - good lord.
Crabtree, release this man immediately!
- Sir? - Mr. Choi, I apologize.
- Sir, you know this man? - Yes, I do. Now release him.
- Why?
- Well, I would say it's extremely bad form
To arrest your new boss.
Gentlemen, this is mr. Albert choi.
- He told us it was lee.
- Apologies for the deception, but I felt it necessary.
I'm very pleased to meet the two of you.
- You were supposed to report to toronto.
- And I intended to, but I had some unfinished business.
I was on the trail of a man who is now dead.
And I need to know who killed him.
- Now that we're all being open and honest with each other,
What is going on?
- Some years ago, almost one hundred to be precise,
Gold bullion was stolen from a depository in buffalo, new york.
It was earmarked to help fund the war effort.
The thief was a canadian by the name of joseph wilcox.
- The deserter?
- Who was killed during the battle.
But not before he was able to bury the treasure
Somewhere on this battlefield.
- But you don't know where?
- I've learned from associates in the pinkerton agency
That mr. Diamont, the dead man,
Had obtained a map to its location.
- Well, how did he do that?
If such a map did exist,
It would be over a hundred years old.
- Joseph wilcox's gravesite was disturbed some time ago.
I believe mr. Diamont dug it up
And found the map on mr. Wilcox's person.
- That's what you were searching for when I caught you.
- Why didn't you just tell us? - Hm.
The canadian government has laid claim to the gold.
But it is american property.
It's my duty to retrieve it.
- So, if mr. Diamont has been killed,
It's likely someone else knows about the map.
- There had been rumours he had a partner.
Mr. Diamont's murder confirms that.
- Thieves turning on each other. Now there's a new one.
- Now that we are all working together,
Perhaps you can tell us who you believe this partner to be?
- My suspicions lie with constable crabtree's admirer.
- Who the bloody hell admires crabtree?
- Ah, sir, perhaps a good many people.
The detective reckons we're famous.
- We're famous? - Well, he and I. Not you.
- Mr. Franklin is also joseph wilcox's great-grandson.
- Again, since we are working together now,
You won't object to me arresting him.
- Well, as long as the bullion is returned
To the united states treasury, I have no issue.
- I don't care about the gold.
I care about catching a murderer.
- I'm afraid the detective and I have gotten off
On the wrong foot. - Don't worry.
I'll have a word with him.
- Sir, what's happened to your face?
Something different.
- What are you suggesting?
- I am suggesting that something is amiss.
- Because you saw tucker talking to someone?
- Not just any someone.
He was talking to tony petrucci. - Oh!
So, he was talking to an italian fellow.
- Well, not just any italian fellow.
Tony petrucci is the head of the seaton syndicate.
- The seaton... - They were a part
Of the black hand before they broke away.
Tony petrucci took over leadership of the group
After their boss was killed by our very own constable tucker.
- Oh, well, that is something. - Yes. It is.
- But talking to someone is not a crime.
- But-- - my first job
As acting inspector will not be arresting
A fellow policeman without cause.
If we find something suspicious,
We'll bring it to inspector murdoch when he returns.
- Well, I might as well be at work. Right?
- Oh. - You there.
- We finally going to be allowed to fight?
- I need to speak with mr. Franklin.
- Well, he hasn't been around in hours.
- Yeah, he likely deserted, just like his traitorous grandfather.
- Yeah. - When did you see him last?
- Ah, he was heading over to the american encampment.
- Right. Could you please fetch the chief constable for me?
- You're my boss now?
- Would you like to get back to the fighting?
Or not?
(indistinct chatter) - oi! You lot! Pack it in.
Go on! Bugger off!
- Who the blazes are you? - Who am I?
Chief constable thomas c. Brackenreid,
Someone with the authority to throw you lot in jail.
- It's not our fault a man was killed.
We just want to get back to the game.
- War is not a game.
Now, go on. Clear off.
You're a bloody disgrace to that uniform.
(indistinct chatter)
- You take this personally. - Yes, I do.
- Sounds like you've experienced it.
- Afghanistan.
Quite a few years ago.
It was no bloody picnic, let me tell you.
Yourself? - It's affected me, too.
When japanese invaded joseon. - Joseon?
- It's now called korea. - Ah.
- My brother joined a righteous army to try to beat them back.
He was killed.
Lost many friends as well.
- You were there?
- I tried to get back home, but it was too late.
And the country I once knew had been forever changed.
Like you said, not a game.
I hope one day we'll see the end of it.
- And one day pigs might fly.
(laughing) no, no, scrub that.
I've seen that. - Oi.
Ah, detective murdoch wants to talk to you.
- Right, then. Let's go.
- Wait. - What?
- Tell me about these flying pigs.
- Maybe later. Over a scotch.
(tense music)
- Part of the perks of the job, is it?
Must not pay you much. - I'm done with you.
- Are you now? That's rich.
- I've done everything you asked.
- Well, that's no mean feat. I haven't asked much of you.
- I killed a man. - He deserved to be killed.
- You got what you wanted.
Now leave me alone. - Okay.
I'll go after your wife.
And then her death'll be on your hands
And you'll be in even more hot water than you are now.
- Don't you dare. You do that and I--
- And you do what? You'll do nothing.
'cause you'll be behind bars.
'cause to all the world, it'll look like
You killed your wife, and you can trust me on that.
- What do you want me to do? - That's better.
Just one more job.
I need you to send a message to someone
Been getting a little too uppity.
- What's the message? - It's a simple one.
I want you to burn down that melanzana's nightclub.
You're not the only one that needs to learn respect.
(dramatic music)
- Detective? - Sirs!
Right this way. - Good lord.
It's my fanatic!
- What are you talking about, bugalugs?
- He's the admirer of mr. Crabtree's work.
- He must have found the map.
- Not much of a reward for finding buried treasure.
- His body's still warm.
(carriage clattering) (sighing)
- The general. Sir, it's that mysterious general
You keep talking about. - You there! Stop!
(dramatic music)
(grunting) (horse neighing)
- I thought you said he was a man of science.
- Amongst other things.
- Toronto constabulary.
You are under arrest...
Terrence meyers. - Ah, murdoch.
We meet again.
(clears throat) although,
Hm, I'm not sure you needed to be quite so rough.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
It is a matter of national-- - ...National security.
- No, actually not this time.
But it is important. Let me go.
- In this case, mr. Meyers, you're under arrest.
- Good lord.
- You murdered a man for this?
- I didn't murder anyone.
That man was dead when I arrived.
- Is that so?
Then why did the killer not take off with the gold?
- Who the devil are you?
- This is mr. Albert choi,
The new inspector at station house four.
- Well, well, well. Would you look at that?
Job became too much for you, eh, murdoch?
- Answer inspector choi's question.
(scoffs)
- The man who killed franklin did not take the bullion
'cause I arrived. He ran off.
- And you didn't give chase?
- Mr. Franklin's death did not concern me.
What mr. Diamont was after certainly did.
- How did you get involved in all this?
- Been interested in mr. Franklin for some time now.
- Why?
- He's the great-grandson of a canadian hero.
- Hero? Wilcox was a bloody deserter.
- On the contrary.
He was a british operative.
He only pretended to desert.
Instead, he was gathering valuable information
To aid our war effort.
- What does this have to do with your interest in franklin?
- It was rumoured that his great-grandson
Had found this out and was preparing to clear his name.
I couldn't let that happen, obviously.
- Why not?
He'd have proven his grandfather to be a canadian hero?
- He was buried an american patriot.
His actions in these hostilities
Is not something either government wishes to reveal
Now that we're friends and allies.
However, none of this makes any difference now.
Mr. Wilcox's legacy is properly tainted.
So, sure you found this all very interesting,
But I shall be on my way. - You will not, sir.
That bullion belongs to the american government.
(chuckling)
- Does not, sir.
It is the spoils of war and what happens
Between our two countries should be of little concern
To a man like you.
- A man like me?
What are you inferring?
- Mm.
Make whatever inference you like.
- Chief constable brackenreid,
Do I have your permission to assume my role as inspector?
- Murdoch?
- I have no interest in the position
And you have made up your mind, sir.
- Carry on, inspector.
- Detective, I would like you to arrest this fellow
For theft and suspicion of murder.
- I didn't murder--
- You've given me no proof that you're an innocent man.
- Did you give up your loyalty as well as your job, murdoch?
- Terrence meyers, you're under arrest for murder.
(dramatic music)
- Mm.
Just gained yourself a very powerful enemy, mr. Choi.
- I've many enemies.
But I uphold the law, no matter the race,
Or station of the perpetrator.
And the proper term of address is inspector choi.
(scoffs)
- I'd like you to assure me
That you're comfortable with these developments.
- I am. - He's a good man.
- If you say so, sir, then I have no doubt.
How did the two of you become acquainted?
- I met him a few months ago at a convention.
He's always been a good police officer.
He rose through the ranks in police departments
From san francisco to new york, despite his circumstances.
- Well, that can't have been easy.
- It is a big risk.
And there are certain members of the board of control
That are not comfortable with a man of his nature.
He'll need your full support.
- And he will have it.
- Gentlemen.
My ears are burning. (chuckling)
- I'm just letting murdoch know a little bit more about you.
- Mm. I trust my actions at station house four
Will aptly demonstrate who I am.
And, detective, I will defer to your thoughts on this case.
What do you think our next actions should be?
- So the plan is this man here is going to shoot me?
- You don't trust me? - I don't trust anyone.
It's a prerequisite of my job.
- Then have detective murdoch do it.
- I will not have a british soldier
Murder sir issac brock, even if in jest.
Will you be joining the engagement, sir?
- I don't think so. I didn't bring a costume.
- Oh, I'm sure we could outfit you in something.
- I think I'll sit this one out on the sidelines.
- Ah. - Right.
Uh, when brock was killed, there was a period of confusion.
The general leading the british was dead
And there was a time of pure chaos before the battle resumed.
If anyone is going to try to slip away
And retrieve the gold, this is when they might try to do it.
So, sir, could you please watch
The american line to see if anyone deserts?
And, george, stake out the wagon holding the crate.
If anyone approaches, apprehend them on the spot.
- Sir, I was rather hoping to fight.
- I understand, george, but I need you to do this.
(motor whirring)
(sombre music)
(laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
- Define lurking.
- He was hanging about the back of my club.
- You had reported someone defaced your establishment.
Perhaps he was observing.
- You think he was trying to help me?
I very much doubt that.
I also found an overturned can of petrol
Near where I saw constable tucker.
- You think he was planning on burning down your club?
- Llewellyn, I have been subject to suspicion
And false accusations my entire life.
I do not make these claims rashly.
And if you do not look into this,
I'll be forced to take matters in my own hands.
I wouldn't advise that.
Then do something about constable tucker.
- I have finished my investigation
Into the death of mr. Diamont
And have concluded that it was indeed death by misadventure.
As such, I am prepared to allow renewal of hostilities.
(cheering)
Also, I have enlisted the help of this man
To play sir issac brock.
- So we're replacing one dummy with another.
- Watch your mouth, sir,
Or I'll have you charged with insubordination.
(clears throat) - this portion
Of the reenactment will take us up to and including
The killing of general brock.
(cheering)
- Tucker. A word.
Take a seat.
- Prefer to stand. - All right.
Where were you last night?
- Off duty.
- Were you near the starbright club?
- No.
Why do you ask?
- I heard reports of you lurking around the back alleys.
- Is that so?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, if I was, I would be surprised
Not to see you there, too.
- What do you mean?
- Think you know exactly what I mean.
I can make things extremely difficult for the likes of you.
(eerie music)
- Be careful who you threaten, constable.
I've taken worse from men much worse than you.
You're on notice.
- Is that all?
- We'll just have to see, won't we?
(suspenseful music)
- March!
- First squadron, change direction left.
Left March! Turn.
- Steady men, steady.
Do not shoot until you see their eyes, clear and true.
- No one's equipped with live rounds.
- It is, "no one is equipped with live rounds, sir."
Halt!
- Halt.
- We shall fire a volley, send the scourge home.
- Sir, should we not await reinforcements?
- We will repel the invaders with fire and steel.
Fire on my command.
- Men, ready!
Set!
Fire!
- Ready!
- Let them come to us.
- Take aim!
Fire!
- Onward to glory!
Ah! - Good lord.
The general's been shot!
- Hold your fire, men.
We have them.
(dramatic music)
- The general is dead, sir.
Who will assume command?
- Where is mr. Byron?
He, uh, ran when the americans fired, sir.
- Find him, murdoch!
- The general lives!
Let's send them back to hell!
Attack!
(shouting)
(curious music)
- Don't move. I am a student of anatomy.
One thrust and you are dead in a minute.
- Then you needn't worry.
- Now step away from the cart.
- All right. - You there, stop! Police.
(grunting)
- Where did you learn how to do that?
- Well, inspector, I'm a student of many cultures.
- If I were a younger man,
I would have you teach me how to do that.
(chuckling)
- Brock was a great hero.
It was an honour to have portrayed him.
- You died with great relish, sir.
For a moment, I'd feared I'd actually shot you.
(chuckling)
- So were the three of them in it together?
- Not the three of them. Mr. Byron and mr. Diamont,
They were partners. - What about franklin?
He seemed like a nice fellow.
- According to mr. Byron,
Mr. Franklin was seeking out mr. Diamont,
Who had reached out to him some time ago.
- Why?
- Uh, mr. Diamont wanted to know
Where mr. Franklin's great-grandfather had been buried
And when mr. Franklin discovered that the burial site
Had been desecrated, he killed mr. Diamont
And discovered the map.
He was busy digging up the treasure
When mr. Byron found him and killed him.
- And byron ran when your meyers came across the scene.
Where is mr. Meyers?
(horse neighing)
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- Meyers!
- He's taken the gold.
- Perhaps I should have shot him in earnest.
(indistinct chatter)
- Tucker.
This is for you. - Hopefully, it's a transfer.
- Yeah, good morning to you too, higgins.
- Ah, detective watts.
- Ah, don't you mean acting inspector watts?
- You've done an excellent job covering for inspector murdoch,
But as of today you're both relieved of your duties.
Lads, if you can gather 'round.
Today, I have the pleasure of announcing the appointment
Of inspector albert choi
As the new man in charge of station house four.
Now, I've never been one to define a man by his race
And I expect the same from you lot.
Inspector choi is a highly respected lawman,
So he tells me.
I'm sure you'll all learn a lot from him.
Sir, the floor is yours.
- It is a pleasure to meet you all.
It is possible that more than a few of you are surprised
To see that a man like me will be leading you,
But rest assured I am more than capable of running this station.
And you'll learn I'm not like many people.
You're going to be introduced to a new world.
- Hear, hear.
(applause)
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