Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s19e01 Episode Script

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(MARANO): You busted Petrucci out? Why?
(COLANGELO): Petrucci killed
my brother three years ago.
It's time for payback.
(GRUNTS)
Come with me if you want to live.
- Go get 'em!
- (GUNFIRE)
You wanna take down
Vaughan and Colangelo,
you have to do it on your own.
Toronto Constabulary.
Keep your hands where we
can see them, gentlemen.
Detective, even you must admit
the Black community in this city
is not well-protected by the police.
I'm sure you're right.
But vigilante justice is not the answer.
I'm here to protect you.
I fear Miss Hart has gotten herself
mixed up in something she can't handle.
People trust you. They'll pay
if you show them you're not scared.
Station House Four and its staff
have been declared redundant.
You, as well, Mrs. Crabtree.
This isn't over, Vaughan.
I think it very much is.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Three bodies in a few days.
(ATTENDANT): Mm-hmm.
Male, early forties.
There are already two
bodies in the storage,
- but we'll squeeze him in.
- Mm-hmm.
(DOOR OPENS)
Deal with him in the morning.
You could go home now.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(TICKING)
(EXPLOSION)
(THEME MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Detective Murdoch.
What are you doing here?
Retirement or not,
it's becoming increasingly
difficult to avoid crime scenes,
especially one so close to home.
What happened?
A body was delivered last evening.
Unfortunately, I only
took a cursory look.
- Male, mid-forties.
- And?
I believe whatever did this
was hidden inside the man's body.
Good God.
What I don't understand is why.
Could someone be wishing you harm?
If they were, they wouldn't do it here.
Well, I guess this
would be the best way of
hiding the cause of death.
Not yours, but whoever was brought in.
And I suppose the fact
that you're still here
means the Board of
Control has no objection
to your neighbourhood safety program?
To the contrary.
They and I applaud
Miss Hart's initiatives.
Neighbours caring for neighbours.
The very definition of good governance
is to keep government
out of people's business.
What an horrendous incident.
Truly glad you were unharmed.
Thank you.
And you, Mr. Murdoch.
What brings you here?
I would have thought you'd be off
somewhere enjoying your retirement.
Miss Hart, what's the current condition
of the other bodies that
were in your cold storage?
Largely incinerated, I'm afraid.
Well, then I suppose that
means their causes of death
remain a mystery also.
A mystery the active members
of the Toronto Constabulary
will soon solve.
Good day, Mr. Murdoch.
Were you at least able to
ascertain their identities?
I said good day, Mr. Murdoch.
This morgue is city property.
And you are not welcome.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Mrs. Crabtree, the file.
- Thank you.
- I can't be here long.
- I have to return before they notice.
- Yes.
Here. Here.
Thank you, Sarah.
Neither Mr. Colangelo
nor Mr. Petrucci's men
taken into custody are facing charges.
They've all been dropped.
Where are they now? Are
they being held somewhere?
They were all free to
go on the mayor's orders.
All right.
Anything else?
Well,
- it's gossip.
- Always up for some.
The mayor's wife has
moved out of their house.
They had the most horrendous fight,
- right in the office.
- No!
- Why?
- I don't think she can put up
with his shenanigans anymore.
Please, I have to get back.
Yes.
We all miss having
you around the office.
I miss being there.
Do you think you could find out
where the mayor's wife is staying?
I'll do what I can.
In my humble opinion,
the better goalkeeper in England,
and, by definition, the
world, is Teddy Davidson.
(SCOFFS) Be gone with you.
The only lad on The Wednesday
worth talking about is Peter Warren.
You're only saying
that because he's Irish.
Exactly.
Anyway, why waste your
breath on The Wednesday
when the only team worth supporting
- are the Glasgow Celtic?
- (SCOFFS)
All the best Scottish
players play in England.
That's why Celtic have got a
terrible team at the moment.
(CHUCKLING) You might
be right about that,
especially when compared to the
one that lost ten-nil to the Villa.
There's no need to go
on about that, Ryan.
That was a one-off, a debacle.
That won't happen again.
Well, at least the Celtic play
for the right side, don't they?
And there's no need to go
on about religion, either.
That is one way to ruin sport.
By the way, what happened to your hair?
This?
You know the story of Samson?
Oh! Look who's here.
Everyone turns to drink eventually,
especially when left
idle. What're you having?
- I'll have a spruce beer, please.
- A spruce
the devil is that?
He's still a teetotal.
Ah, I'll make you a cuppa.
- It's the best I can do.
- Thank you.
So how did you find me?
Your wife as much as drew me a map.
I take it you've heard about
the explosion at the morgue?
Terrible accident.
But if it was going to happen,
the morgue is as good a place as any.
It wasn't an accident.
- Go on.
- Miss Hart believes it was a bomb.
A bomb?
Placed inside one of
the victim's bodies.
Bloody hell. Was anyone hurt?
Thankfully, no.
But there was something
interesting about it.
Ah, ah! Let it steep,
man. Don't be ruining it.
That's Barry's Gold you're drinking.
What's more interesting
than a bomb in a cadaver?
The first person on scene
was none other than Chadwick Vaughan.
Is that right?
Do you think this is his handiwork?
If it was, this could be a
chance to get our jobs back.
Who says that's what I want?
I might be perfectly content
spending the rest of my days in this pub
talking football with Mr. Ryan,
even though he knows
bugger all about it.
Says the man who supports The Wednesday.
Mr. Ryan,
have you seen Mr. Colangelo
or Mr. Petrucci's men about?
Not since you arrested them.
Been peaceful ever since.
It's funny, isn't it?
That none of them saw
the inside of a courtroom
once that Vaughan took
possession of them.
I thought you only wanted
to discuss football?
Not if their guts are
decorating the morgue.
What do you know about Sampson?
There really isn't much to examine.
But something?
There's always something.
There were three bodies
in the cold storage
at the time of the explosion.
I have yet to determine
an exact cause of death.
Who were they?
Tony Petrucci. And
Mark Colangelo.
Bodies were incinerated.
So I don't know how they died.
Enemies in life. Friends in death.
What about the one who had
a terrible case of heartburn?
I hadn't had a chance
to identify him yet.
It was likely Ed Miller.
He was brought in when we were
rounding up Tony Petrucci's men.
But wasn't there another fella?
Bobby Marano.
But I don't think it was Marano.
How tall was the victim
that was brought in here?
- Easily six-one, six-two.
- Right.
Marano is five-foot
eight inches at most.
So is Marano going to be next?
Or is he behind all of this?
Vaughan is behind all of this.
And if Marano is involved,
it's at Vaughan's request.
Well, that may be.
- We still need to find him.
- And we will.
I think we will need some help on this.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BOTTLE SPRAYING)
I suppose this one will do.
Now make sure to keep
that one out of the sun.
I know what they say
about plants and sunshine,
but too much will cause a
delicate creature like Emily
to shrivel and die.
- Emily?
- Uh, that's her name.
Ha. Are you in the habit of
naming all of your plants?
Only the ones I'm fond of.
- Huh.
- And I am quite fond of Emily.
Well, I would hate to break
the two of you up then.
You might want to work on
your sales technique, Watts.
Oh, she didn't deserve Emily anyway.
Detective, Chief
Constable, good to see you.
- You, as well.
- So, what's going on?
What do you mean, what's going on?
You two together.
First time I've seen of
either of you in some time.
There must be a reason for that.
How would you like your old job back?
The station has been recommissioned?
Not exactly.
But we aim to see that that happens.
Well, I've grown quite fond of plants.
But it's best not to let a
pastime become your vocation.
You do that and you have
nothing to turn your mind to,
and then life is nothing
but universal sameness.
So is that a yes?
(HOPEFUL MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Thank you.
Um
I don't want this.
Is something wrong, sir?
They're ice cold.
- It's a shrimp cocktail.
- So?
It's supposed to be served cold.
Don't try to pull a fast one on me.
- Heat this up, please.
- As you wish.
Gentlemen. Ah, would you
like a seat? Ah, Serge!
Could you set another
couple of places, please?
- We're not staying.
- Hm.
There's been an incident.
We may have a chance to get Vaughan.
So what do you say, Higgins?
Do you want to remain a kept man,
or do want to do something
useful with your life?
I am doing something with my
life, sir. I'm enjoying it.
Come on, Murdoch.
This one's probably
no use to us, anyway.
Uh, wait!
Ruthie's getting tired of me
laying about the house, anyway.
Ah, garçon?
To my usual account, please.
How's business?
Well, let's just say I almost
got my second case yesterday.
But one look at an Asian man
So, booming?
My only client so far
has been that one's wife.
- My wife?
- She likes to keep tabs on you.
Tabs, on me. Why?
If I could be blunt,
your wife's reasoning
is somewhat beyond me.
But she does pay well.
Are you looking for my help?
We're going after Mayor Vaughan.
- Interested?
- He fired me.
Of course I'm interested.
But he's a slippery fish.
You heard about the
explosion at the morgue?
- I did.
- We believe Vaughan was behind that.
We know Vaughan's been
behind a lot of things,
but nothing sticks to the man.
I thought you were more of
a fighter than that, Albert.
Right, then. We'll let you
get back to your business
of watching this one
make an ass of himself.
Sir, I've not been making
While we try and take down Vaughan.
There is no try.
What's that?
There is no try. Only do.
I heard that once,
a long, long time ago.
Let me pack up.
(HOPEFUL MUSIC)
Roberts.
Yes, sir.
- Keeping out of trouble?
- Best I can.
Teddy, how would you
like your old job
Yes.
Yes.
I think he'd do it for free.
Bobby Marano is a hired killer.
Capable of putting a bomb in a body?
Right now, he's our best chance.
Miss Hart, I know you've yet
to complete your investigation,
but do you have an
approximate time of ?
The exploding man.
Uh, I would say in the
last twenty-four hours.
Right. So Marano could still be in town.
Right now, finding him
is our top priority.
Roberts, go and see if you can round up
- the rest of the constables.
- Yes, sir.
Gentlemen. Starting without me?
You said you may have found something
- at the Crown Attorney's office?
- Yes.
They all miss me terribly.
Mayor Vaughan has seen to it
that all of the men in custody
have the charges against them dropped.
But I have no idea where they are now.
You're not telling us
anything we don't know already.
Is that so?
Well, do you also know that
Vaughan has himself a new enemy?
One more formidable
than any he has ever met.
- Who's that?
- Thank you so much
for the seltzer water,
you handsome gentleman.
So I heard you want
to go after my husband.
Well, I'm here to help
you take the bastard down.
How can you help us, Mrs. Vaughan?
I no longer go by that name.
Noelle will do. That is,
if I can call you William.
- You can call me Tommy.
- That's all right.
Uh, Noelle, what can you tell me
about your husband's involvement
in this recent explosion
at the City Morgue?
I saw him reading a newspaper account
- and he chuckled.
- Is that it?
He did mention something
about a Bobby Marano
being a devious bastard,
but I hardly listened.
I was preparing to leave him.
Um, you say you want to help
us take down your husband.
Do you have something you can offer us?
Well, there are his naughty papers.
Naughty papers?
You won't get Mr. Vaughan
by going after him directly.
You need the Board of Control
to want to take him down.
Doesn't explain what
these naughty papers are.
You're a cute one, aren't you?
Chadwick kept a list
of every illegal thing
done by every member of the board.
You threaten to go public
with their indiscretions,
and they will oust my husband.
- Do you have this list?
- We could get our hands on it.
And what do you want from all this?
I want to see my husband
humiliated and destroyed.
That's all.
I'll bring them to you, William.
I'll just need your address, darling.
Oh. Uh, it's probably best if
they go to Mrs. Crabtree's office.
If it's evidence, I would hate to have
to face accusations of tampering.
Shame, but as you like.
- I'll walk you out.
- I can walk you out.
That's all right.
- Gentlemen.
- (BRACKENREID SCOFFS)
She's very funny. (CHUCKLING)
So, what do you think, Murdoch?
I would hate to risk the reputation
of every member of City Council.
Vaughan's list could be all lies.
Even if they are, we can
still use them in our favour.
I need a drink.
You're not comfortable with all this?
Well, if it's all true, yes. Of course.
But I'm not willing to take
Chadwick Vaughan's word for it.
We need to find Bobby Marano.
- Uh, I might be able to help with that.
- You?
His name is Robert Marano.
He goes by Bobby.
Oh. I'm more than familiar with him.
He's in here all the time.
18-ounce ribeye drenched in Béarnaise.
- (GLASSES CLANKING)
- Uh, recently?
Not in the last few days.
He said something about a job
he was looking forward to doing.
- Mm.
- Well, if you do see him again soon,
- please call us at, uh
- If you do see him,
uh, please call this number.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
I see. Uh, are you with the police?
Oh, once upon a time.
Currently I'm a florist.
Is that so? Well, we
do have some plants here
- in dire need of attention.
- Oh.
- Perhaps you can minister to them.
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
That could be arranged, uh ?
- Serge.
- Serge.
And he's Llewelyn.
Thank you very much.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
This world is a funny place.
You think it's a risky
place, instead it's a morgue.
I'm fine.
You think someone may
have been targeting you?
Ah, Miss Hart.
All is well, I trust.
Yes.
No ruffians causing trouble
in your establishment?
Not as of late.
Good.
Very good.
It seems your neighbourhood
safety program is working.
Well, that and the
increased police presence,
which we thank you for.
(CHUCKLES) Well, you know me.
It's important all the citizens of
this great city are treated equally.
No matter what race.
Speaking of which,
I heard the disgraced
members of Station House Four
were in your establishment last evening.
Yes. Yes, they were.
Just a hail-fellow-well-met reunion?
- I think so.
- And I believe my wife
made an appearance.
Do you know why?
I think she just happened
to be there by chance.
She said you two had a
spat. She wanted to cool off.
(VAUGHN LAUGHS) I
doubt she could do that.
My Nollie always runs hot.
Always had a weakness
for a woman like that.
Well, if there's anything you
think I should be aware of, please,
let me know.
I shall be discussing the
allocation of police officers
at the next council meeting.
Might be time to snip some loose ends.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
We never should have
got in bed with that man.
I think it's best we
stay on his good side.
The Devil doesn't have a good side.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- And you eat off this table?
- Of course.
These things came from
inside a human body.
Nothing a bit of soap
and water can't solve.
So what do you know?
I'm certain that these are all pieces
from the device that
exploded in the morgue.
Is there any way we can
find out who planted it?
I had hoped to find
fingermarks, or something.
(CHOI): But no luck?
Bloody hell. This is ridiculous.
We're the best coppers in Toronto
and we're sat 'round a kitchen table.
It's not the tools, Chief Constable.
It's the skill of the men using them.
That may be true, but as of now,
the only thing on our side is
Vaughan's soon-to-be ex-wife.
Ah. But a woman scorned
is a potent ally.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HORN HONKING)
Be careful with these.
And you be careful, as well.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
Put me through to William
Murdoch at the Regent Arms.
What is it you want to say, Henry?
- Who says I want to say anything?
- All right.
- I thought you already had a, uh
- He moved.
Is that what you're asking?
Miss Cherry. What's this all about?
Officers from Station House
One shut down my newspaper.
Did they give a reason?
Orders from Mayor Vaughan.
He said my newspaper
is a threat to peace,
order, and good government.
- (CHERRY SCOFFS)
- Is it?
Well, I should hope so.
- Is that not the role of the press?
- Have they laid charges?
Not yet.
But they will if I return to publishing.
We need to get rid of that man.
Muzzling the free press is
the first step to dictatorship.
Anything arrive for me?
Seems we'll be going to
dinner tonight, Henry.
Bobby Marano made a
reservation at Dario's.
Hm. I'll be able to try the duck.
Uh-huh. (CHUCKLING)
Choi, have a look at this. (CHUCKLES)
Alderman Pearson.
- He's a cheeky chappy.
- Oh, ho, ho.
Twice weekly visits to
Madam Sophie's. Oh, ho, ho.
So you're familiar with that place?
Uh, my only business as
a private investigator
was tailing delinquent
husbands. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
And did Higgins ever ?
No. Henry only ate at fine restaurants
and shopped for ridiculously
expensive curios.
The rest of the time he simply idled.
- Idled?
- He did absolutely nothing.
He would sit at a park
and stare into nothing.
Seems Councillor
McGargle's a proper tosspot.
- Hm.
- And look at this Walliams.
He's a randy bugger. He's
been paying the lodgings
of three separate young women.
Something I imagine he
would not want public.
- (BRACKENREID CHUCKLING)
- So, there is no way
to link Chadwick Vaughan to
the bombing of the morgue?
Nor to the deaths of the
men who were found inside.
Vaughan wouldn't get his hands dirty.
Or bloody. And, yet,
someone did all of this.
Any idea who?
I'm leaning toward a
man named Bobby Marano,
a hit man with no particular allegiance
to anyone, so long as he gets paid.
Seems the city of Toronto has
a paid killer on the books.
Yes.
Right. So, the only way to get Vaughan
is to sully the reputation
of every man on City Council.
- (CHOI): This is unbelievable!
- So it would seem.
(BRACKENREID): Look at
all that money spent.
I will be taking that now.
- Uh, are you sure?
- I am a lawyer.
I have a very secure safe at home.
(CLEARING THROAT)
Gentlemen.
(DOOR OPENS)
There is a reservation for Marano.
(HUSHED CHATTER)
Mr. Bobby Marano?
Who's asking?
We are friends of a man named Tucker.
Oh yeah, him.
Red-headed mook.
Kinda dumb.
- How's he doing?
- He's dead.
That so?
That's a shame.
He was young, wasn't he?
What do you want with me?
I have a couple of questions about
what you've been up to recently.
You two used to be cops, didn't you?
You looking for work or something?
No.
You know, I've seen you around.
You're the fellow who signs
his wife's name to every bill.
You're a legend around here,
the kept man of a moving picture star.
Wonder what she gets
up to when you're
stuffing your face in here.
- You watch your mouth.
- (COUGHING)
Ah, just curious about
the incident at the morgue.
Oh, yeah, I heard about that.
- Seems like a lot of effort for nothing.
- What do you mean?
Killing people who are already dead.
Who'd do that? (COUGHING)
(WATTS): You all right?
(STRAINED): Yeah, I ju
(COUGHING)
Oh, oh! Ah!
Serge! Get some help.
(CAR RATTLING)
(GRUNTING)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(BRIGHT ENERGETIC MUSIC)
Wake up!
You can't be sleeping here.
Get up.
(GROANING) Mrs. Crabtree?
- Are you all right?
- Where is it?
- What?
- I-I-I had a book.
A ledger. It was red.
- Uh, can't see anything.
- Damn!
There's no need for that language.
I need to find that book.
- There's nothing around here.
- I have to speak
to Chief Constable Brackenreid.
(SCOFFS)
Serge said Bobby Marano
ate there three days a week.
Serge?
Ah, he's a waiter.
And you're already
on a first-name basis?
Serge said Marano
always ate the same meal,
ribeye with Béarnaise sauce.
Was his face swollen
when you spoke with him?
- No.
- Was he perspiring?
- Red in the face?
- Neither.
The staff mentioned seeing a man
in the kitchen that afternoon.
When they asked who he was,
he said he was a health inspector.
Do we have a description of this man?
No. I'll talk to Serge.
Do say hello to him for me.
Miss Hart, task at hand.
Ah, right. As soon as
I identify the poison,
I will let you know. Conditions
are still less than ideal.
- Of course.
- (PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.
City Morgue.
Yes. I will tell him.
Chief Constable Brackenreid
would like you to meet him at Ryan's.
- Oh. Thank you.
- Detective?
You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Murder?
Being back on the job.
As someone we know likes to say,
"Let the dog see the rabbit."
Are you sure you're all right?
I've been accident-prone my entire life.
It's left me with an
extremely hard head.
Should I try to contact George?
He's in Windsor meeting
with someone from back home.
Did you get a look at who hit you?
No.
We searched for the red
ledger. No trace of it.
(SIGHS) I have a question for youse all.
Fire away.
When'd my bar become a police station?
A Fenian bar.
This is the last place that
Vaughan would look for us.
Cheers.
You're doing a public service.
Ah, well, perhaps somebody
other than the Chief Constable
could order a drink?
Might be a public service,
but it's not a charity.
Uh, I'll take a gimlet.
It's the wrong bloody bar for that.
Ah, must be a bit of a shock,
you being within the
walls of a place like this.
I've been inside worse.
Oh, do I sense that there
might be a bit of a story there?
Mr. Ryan, if you would, please?
Oh, I think I'm being hospitable
considering you threw my wife in jail.
Your wife did murder someone.
Well, uh, there is that. Boys.
- Miss Hart.
- Mr. Ryan.
What have you, Miss Hart?
Mr. Marano died from ingesting
a lethal amount of ricin.
The Béarnaise sauce was heavily spiced,
so he wouldn't have noticed the taste.
- So Marano is a dead end.
- Literally.
And had nothing to do with
the assault on Mrs. Crabtree.
It is possible that
whoever poisoned Mr. Marano
was also responsible for the attack.
- That seems likely.
- So Vaughan got someone else
to do his dirty work. Bloody typical.
A real man carries his own
bags. Isn't that right, Higgins?
Still, we know we have
members of the Board of Control
we can lean on to get rid of Vaughan.
But without Vaughan's naughty
papers, we have nothing.
Well, it seems there is
only one conclusion here.
- What's that?
- In order to solve a crime,
we are going to need to commit one.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Ah, bingo! All right, in you go.
- You stay right here.
- And do what?
Stand guard.
(MUTTERING): Stand guard
(SIGHS)
Hm.
Oh, what a bloody mess.
Miss it?
Oh, sir, I must confess I certainly do.
Well, if things go well,
you'll be back here soon enough.
No time for reminiscing, gentlemen.
As the Detective said,
we're breaking the law here,
so let's get the surveillance
equipment and get out.
It appears Vaughan's men have
left most of my things behind.
Uh, sir, if you could gather
up these surveillance cameras,
there should be about a half a dozen.
Yes. This is the parabolic
microphone I was working on.
And what do you propose we
do with all of this stuff?
Well, use it, sir.
You can't very well catch a
rat without setting a trap.
(CHUCKLING)
You can't do that.
I most certainly can.
As well as holding
the position of mayor,
I'm also acting Chief Constable.
As such, I'm responsible for the
allocation of police resources.
So you're pulling patrols
from our neighbourhoods?
I prefer protecting
friends than enemies.
So now I've become your enemy?
You've been assisting a gang
of rogue police officers.
That makes you an enemy in my book.
But you have the ability
to reverse my decision
if you cease and desist.
Oh, and, uh,
give my best to Mrs. Crabtree.
I heard she suffered a
terrible attack last night.
You women really should
be more careful after dark.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Well, I don't want to say I told you.
Then don't.
(SIGHS)
Should I let Mr. Buchanan know?
He's in Boston on his
studies. I'll handle it.
Well, you think so.
Funny man, Mr. Buchanan.
Proposes to you and then
lights off for Boston for a year.
(GLASSES CLANKING)
(CLEARING THROAT)
Will anyone buy at least one drink?
Special Constable Berger has identified
potential locations
where we can mount these.
Sophie's is a house of ill repute
I hope none of you are familiar with.
- Point this directly at the door.
- Yes, sir.
Building 17 on Wharf Street
houses an illegal distillery.
The aptly named Councillor McGargle
is known to frequent there.
These are photographs of the people
we are most interested in
furnished directly from
the walls of City Hall.
This camera is set to take
photographs every 30 seconds.
This microphone is set
to pick up conversations
and record them at a
distance of 50 feet.
- Ah, Miss Hart.
- Miss Hart.
What are you ?
What can I do to help
bring that bastard down?
Throw a party
for the members of the Board
of Control at your nightclub.
What are you two up to?
We're repairing some of
the electrical wires.
Why bother? Power
company raised the rates.
No one can afford it now.
Just doing what we're told, sir.
(MAN SIGHS)
Perfect. I think that it's
pointed directly at Sophie's.
Hm. So, what do we do now?
Have a cocktail, I suppose.
Camera's doing the dirty work.
All right. On you.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(BLOWS)
It should work.
I'm sure it's not how George
intended his writing to be used.
Will Dumont definitely runs
an illegal still in there.
You are aware that by doing this,
we are destroying people's lives.
Yes,
the very same people who are
doing their best to destroy ours.
Besides, they're not
people, they're politicians.
Still, we enforce unjust laws on people
who cause no one harm.
We do it every day.
Watts, if you don't want to
be involved in this, don't be.
Go back to talking to
your bloody flowers.
Just pointing out the irony.
Don't let me down.
(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
What are you doing up here?
And what is that thing?
Uh
(HEAVY KOREAN ACCENT):
Is a fire detection
alarm system, ma'am.
- A what?
- Yeah. Like I say.
It, ah, make alarm sound
if it senses smoke in the building.
Well, sad to say, there's
plenty of that in here.
All sorts of comings and
goings I don't approve of.
Well, suppose we see if it's a-working.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
Most of my other devices
simply take photographs
that are developed and viewed later.
This Tele-Vision
transmits images instantly,
all right here.
- Fascinating.
- Once my other devices
have done their work,
we will develop and view those images.
If there is anything, we'll
show it to the Board of Control.
The hope is that they will get rid
of Chadwick Vaughan themselves.
So is this the future of policing?
Let the machines do the work?
It's a way of viewing wrongdoing
without putting anyone at risk.
Well, I could certainly use one of
your machines at the Star Bright.
Are you sure? It feels rather
Wrong. I know.
But we need to get Station House
Number Four operational again.
And I'm sure you would
like your job back.
- This is the way to do it.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Ooh, William.
Oh, darling.
I can see why you need your job back.
- What can we do for you?
- I know who assaulted you, Mrs. Crabtree.
It was my husband's assistant, Randall.
He returned home last night
with his naughty papers.
Did he now?
Where is this Randall?
Lunching at the Bard and Barrister.
- I see.
- Uh, you're not going anywhere.
You took a nasty blow to the head.
I'll go find him.
You go home,
coroner's orders.
Uh, Miss Hart, don't
you do anything either.
Oh, just going to find a
constable and have him arrested.
Effie.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
I hope you don't mind,
but I'd love to stay
- and watch you fiddle.
- (CHUCKLES)
(CHERRY GRUNTING)
Where are you off to in such a hurry?
Off to have a conversation with
someone who attacked Mrs. Crabtree.
Attacked Effie?
- Mind if I tag along?
- Miss Cherry?
I've been taking lessons,
filling my time since Mayor
Vaughan shuttered my newspaper.
Become quite adept.
Excuse me! What are you doing
on the street with a weapon?
Officer Berger, just the
person we're looking for.
Would you care to make an arrest?
This invention is
really quite something.
You really are a clever man.
Oh, I know him.
That's Alderman Pearson.
He's a scoundrel.
Perhaps you should leave this to me.
I-I wouldn't want this
investigation to become compromised.
Of course, Detective.
I'm sure you're not comfortable
with being compromised.
You there. Randall?
- What do you want?
- A moment of your time.
Well, you're not having it.
You attacked my friend last night.
A friend who stole something
from my boss. Get lost.
- Hey, I'm not finished with you.
- Sir, you are under arrest.
You're going to stop me
with that little pig-sticker?
Seems an appropriate weapon.
(SHOUTING)
- What did you do?
- It's a solution made of cayenne pepper.
Find it useful to keep in my club.
Here, I'll help you to
the nearest station house.
(RANDALL SHOUTING)
I'd rather hoped to use this.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(UPBEAT PIANO SWING MUSIC)
(WOMAN ON TAPE): Oh,
Andrew, you are a devil.
If you like, I can
fetch Alison, as well.
(DISTANT LAUGHTER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I thought you said you were leaving me.
I could never leave you, Chadwick.
Not with so many things unresolved.
Gentlemen. Thank you for attending.
Mayor Vaughan has asked me
to arrange this gathering
to show his deep
appreciation for your support.
(LAUGHING, CHATTERING)
What is this?
You'll see.
- Did you give the Detective the book?
- I did.
Some of you may know me as
Detective William Murdoch
of the recently decommissioned
Station House Number Four.
My career, and that of my colleagues,
has been unjustly cut short
thanks to the actions of
the man serving as mayor.
Cut to the chase, Murdoch.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(WALLIAMS ON TAPE): You certainly
know how to please a man.
(WOMAN): Ah, Andrew, you're a devil.
That shrew will never let me go.
(CROWD MURMURING)
- That's you, that's you.
- That's me.
- You?!
- (CROWD MURMURING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
- That is you!
- That's me!
(MURMURING CONTINUES)
This is terrible. This is terrible.
(MURMURING CONTINUES)
How did you get that?!
We were able to obtain
these recordings and images
thanks to an exhaustive list of files
that Mayor Vaughan keeps on
each and every one of you.
As you can see, we have
very thorough record
of all of your misdeeds.
Our evidence and Vaughan's papers
will be made public if Vaughan
is still mayor tomorrow morning.
However, if not,
then what you see will
never leave this room.
Ball is in your court, gentlemen.
(CROWD MURMURING)
You betrayed me.
C'est la vie, darling.
What she said.
I'll see you tomorrow
morning at Station House Four
bright and early, me ol' mucker.
There you are, Emily.
Thank you for getting our jobs back.
It's nice to get out of the house.
So you can go back to
sitting around here all day.
- Better than sitting at home, sir.
- Mm-hmm.
The board voted unanimously
for Vaughan to be removed
from office last night.
We've all been reinstated,
including Mrs. Crabtree.
- Ah.
- What was Vaughan's reaction?
He volunteered to step down.
- Where is he now?
- He left town last night.
He went home straight
from the council meeting,
- was out the door in minutes.
- Any idea where he went?
Not a clue. But he's out of our hair
- and that's all that matters.
- But, sir,
Vaughan is responsible
for several murders.
And one day, he will
be brought to justice.
But until then, just sit back and
enjoy the moment, me ol' mucker.
You're back. Oh, and Higgins.
- Sir?
- Put the kettle on.
Sir.
Right, then, lads,
now that you're all settled in,
we're off to the Star Bright,
and I'm buying the drinks. Murdoch?
Oh, that's very kind,
sir, but I believe I'll
- stay here, settle in.
- Hm.
There's much work to be done.
(CLEARS THROAT) I'll
drink for the both of us.
- Albert Choi, a man after my own heart.
- (LAUGHING)
Oi, Higgins!
Are you coming or not?
Coming, sir.
(LIGHT HOPEFUL MUSIC)
(BELL DINGS)
(THEME MUSIC)