Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s19e10 Episode Script

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)
(GRAND INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
How much longer is this going to take?
(MURDOCH): Well, sir, we've
just stopped in Medicine Hat,
so I'd say we're almost there.
Three bloody days.
I can't believe I let you talk
me into a second-class sleeper.
It saved the department a
considerable amount of money.
And it cost me a
considerable amount of sleep.
These Calgary Stampede folk
are going to invite police
from all over Canada,
at least they could pay their fare.
Seeing this rodeo in person
is payment enough for me.
I hear this Stampede will draw cowboys
from across North America.
(THUD)
And it seems like they're
all on this bloody train.
Wake me up when we get to Calgary.
(GRAND INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(WATER RUSHING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GRUNTING)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
Oh. Finally!
I can breathe. Ho!
(EXHALES)
(DISTANT SHOUTING)
All right, boys!
Welcome to the greatest
outdoor show on Earth.
Welcome!
Cowboy tents are over by the arena.
Go on, go on.
I don't see any spurs on you boys.
You must be policemen.
From Toronto. Chief
Constable Thomas Brackenreid.
Detective William Murdoch.
I heard about you two. I was
looking forward to meeting you.
Glad you could make it out.
Name's Guy Weadick.
We wouldn't have missed it
for the world, Mr. Weadick.
Will there be a briefing for
the policemen in attendance?
I heard he was a bit
of a stickler, as well.
(LAUGHING)
Yeah, we're going to do one
tomorrow before the Stampede opens.
Police tents are over yonder.
'Til then, have some fun
on the range, gentlemen.
(KISSING TO HORSE)
You heard him, Murdoch.
Let's go seek out some fun.
Uh, uh, I'll get the luggage.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(WOMAN): Anyone think they can beat me?
Come on! Let's see what ya got!
Is that who I think it is?
I can shoot the fly off a
bird's hind end. Just watch me.
(GUNSHOTS)
(MAN): Wow. Did she miss that?
(CROWD LAUGHING, APPLAUDING)
Miss Annie Oakley. Not bad at
all. See you've still got it.
- Tom Brackenreid, as I live and breathe.
- (CHUCKLING)
And if it isn't Mr. Tidy Detective.
- Wonderful to see you again, Miss Oakley.
- Likewise.
You fellas in town for the rodeo?
We've had a personal
invitation from the man
- who's running the show.
- Huh.
Gents, these are two of the finest
coppers in the country, and yet,
I can still shoot better than them.
Oh. Well, there's more to
policing than shooting firearms.
Well, that sounds like an excuse to me.
What do you say?
- (BRACKENREID LAUGHING)
- A dime if you make the shot.
(MAN): Help! Help!
It's coming from the
arena. Come on, Murdoch.
Look out. Police! Coming through.
There's a rider down, sir.
He's probably trampled by a horse.
Roy!
He-he's dead?
(TENSE MUSIC)
You
You killed my brother!
Take him away, lads!
Get him out of here!
Remind me never to come
on holiday with you again.
(THEME MUSIC)
Why are you blaming that cowboy?
'Cause he was supposed
to distract the horse
if the rider falls, and help
the rider out of the pen,
and he just stood there. Damn him!
Did you see what happened?
Sure, I saw my brother got
thrown and I saw him do nothing!
What could I do?
Horse was on him before
I could reach him.
What are you talking
about? I saw you out there.
- You could've helped!
- I know you're looking to be mad at someone.
It ain't me!
I'm sorry, Luka.
You should arrest him.
Go out of the arena.
Calm down and take a breath.
Go on.
Sir, I-I've just seen
something very strange.
The dead man's pupils are dilated.
- Isn't that natural after death?
- Not immediately.
My best guess is that they
were dilated before he passed.
Perhaps Mr. Wilde was under the
influence of some kind of drug.
Maybe he took something before the ride.
Or someone else drugged him.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Ellis Boone. I've seen
him at a few rodeos.
Luka Wilde holds him responsible
for his brother's death.
Everybody's mad at Ellis.
If Murdoch is right and Roy was drugged,
how likely is it that Ellis
was involved in his death?
I don't know him all that well,
but folks say he has a temper.
I want to talk to him.
Yeah, you and about a
hundred other cowboys.
It's probably why he's
made himself scarce.
Tom!
This here is Tom Three
Persons. Hell of a bronc rider.
Tom Brackenreid, Toronto police.
We're looking for this
pickup man, Mr. Boone.
I'm looking for him, too.
The hell was he doing,
standing around when Roy went down?
So you heard what happened?
Yeah.
And you can talk to him after I
finish tearing a strip off him.
If I can find him.
You won't be tearing a strip off anyone.
For now, this is police
business, so you stay out of it.
See ya.
Maybe not the best way to
make friends around here.
I'll tell you what,
friends are overrated.
Well, I am headed to
the bar for a drink.
- Would you care to join?
- (CHUCKLING)
In normal circumstances,
Miss Oakley, I would love to.
But I need to find this Mr.
Boone before someone else does.
Mm.
Why don't you tell that tidy detective
that there's still a dime on
the line, whenever he's ready.
Don't underestimate Murdoch.
(PHONE RINGING)
Llewellyn.
Serge. What are you doing here?
I thought I might speak with you.
It's been a while since
we last saw each other.
(CLEARS THROAT) You never
returned my messages.
There's been a lot going on.
I need your help.
A-As a detective.
There's a problem with my
boss, Mr. Sands at Dario's.
I think he's in some kind of trouble.
What kind of trouble?
Last week, I saw him arguing
with two men in the alley
at the back of the restaurant.
What was the argument about?
I couldn't hear. Then,
today, they came back
and roughed him up.
Who were these men?
He wouldn't tell me.
And he wouldn't tell me what they want.
So you'd like me to find out?
It must be serious.
After he cleaned up,
he said he was thinking
of closing down for good.
But Mr. Sands loves his restaurant.
And you're worried about him.
I've worked with him
for the last three years.
He's been good to me.
I'll speak with him.
Thank you, Llewellyn.
Ah, Detective Watts.
Of course.
Uh, and I'm sorry I didn't call.
Oh, don't mention it.
Shall we?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Are you rifling through
a dead man's satchel?
I believe Big Roy Wilde was drugged
with a narcotic before he died.
Drugged?
What do you mean?
People said that he was fine
before he got on the horse,
but then became unsteady, shaky.
Maybe it was something else.
His heart, or some such.
His pupils were dilated,
which is a very strong indicator
that he was under the influence
If he was, it's his own damn fault.
Everyone I've spoken to
said that that's not something
Roy Wilde would ever do.
So-so you're saying someone drugged him?
I don't believe it.
I understand that the, uh,
purse for the bronc-riding competition
is the largest that's ever
been put up by a rodeo.
$1,000 and a fine saddle.
I just can't seem to think
that any of these cowboys
would be so low and underhanded
as to kill a man to get it.
$1,000?
Yes, sir.
I'm begging your pardon, sir,
but in my experience,
I have to disagree.
Um
This is litmus paper.
And it will change to purple
if any substance, such as an opiate,
has been added to this canteen.
(TENSE MUSIC)
It's purple.
Huh.
So, you're saying one of
the competitors did this?
- That's what I intend to find out.
- Me, too.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Yeah, I knew Big Roy Wilde.
And I saw his brother
shooting targets this morning.
And he's damn good.
Mr. Heedly, I understand
you were about to compete
against Big Roy Wilde in
the bronc-riding competition.
Yeah. We've gone up against
each other a few times.
I was told that, uh, Mr.
Wilde frequently bested you.
Well, he ain't doing that anymore.
I've also learned that, uh,
Roy Wilde was drugged
before he attempted to ride that bronco.
Drugged?
Shoot, I don't know nothing about drugs.
Only vices I got are whiskey and women.
Where were you before Mr.
Wilde stepped into the ring?
I was right beside it,
with plenty other fellas.
I don't need to cheat to win.
And, besides, I ain't the favourite now.
That Indian is.
(COINS CLANK)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Big Roy and I rode together a few times.
As a competitor, Mr. Three Persons?
Call me Tom.
And to answer your question, no.
We worked as drovers.
Worked a drive across
the border last spring.
The prize money for this
Stampede is significant
and it's said that you
are the favourite to win.
We'll see.
But I wouldn't hurt
my friend, Detective.
Well, then, do you know of anyone
who would've wanted to
harm or kill Mr. Wilde?
Like his brother said, that
pickup man, Ellis Boone.
Last year, down in Cheyenne,
Big Roy got into it with Ellis.
Said Ellis was a coward.
Is Mr. Boone afraid to ride broncos?
Or go anywhere near 'em,
according to Big Roy.
Ellis took a swing at him,
Big Roy knocked him clean out.
Could this have been Mr.
Boone seeking revenge?
Talk to him.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
There's that pickup man.
Mr. Boone!
- We'd like a word.
- (GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
(BYSTANDERS SCREAMING)
Well, it looks like he packed
all his worldly belongings.
He was leaving the Stampede grounds?
But not in the direction of either gate.
Maybe he was making his way
down to the police tents?
Right. Uh, he was shot
when he was facing this way,
which means the shot would
have come from quite a distance,
necessitating a rifle,
but a rifle would have left
an exit wound, and there isn't one.
The cheek of it,
killing him in front of
us and all these people.
I talked to all those
folks. Nobody saw anything.
Uh, look, I have to ask.
Me?
I know I might be the best shot around,
but I've never shot a man,
and I don't intend to start,
- even if it's tempting.
- Mm. Right.
I'll get a couple of constables,
- and we'll get his body into the tent.
- (SIGHS)
Miss Oakley, with me, please.
Let's retrace the path of this bullet.
Now, Mr. Boone
was shot in the front,
and he was facing west,
therefore the bullet had to
have come from this direction.
But the shooter couldn't
have been standing there.
Everybody would have seen him.
Including me. I was
What is this?
There's a dent in this metal sign.
A ricochet shot,
which means the shooter
was standing over there.
Where no one could see him.
Oh. That is quite an impressive shot.
I know a lot of great marksmen, but
Well, who might they be?
Well, next best to myself
would probably be Big
Roy's brother, Luka.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Detective.
I hear Ellis was shot
right in front of you.
Very near me, yes.
But no one saw the shooter.
So you have no idea who did it?
I'm actually here to speak
with Big Roy's younger brother.
I've got investors
breathing down my neck.
This Stampede hasn't even started,
and it's already bound for failure.
And that's why you have
us here, Mr. Weadick.
I assure you we'll get
to the bottom of this.
And I appreciate it.
Just, please, be discreet.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What can we do for you, Detective?
I was hoping to speak
with Mr. Wilde here.
Um
Mr. Wilde, where were you
when Mr. Boone was shot?
I was with Tom, at the Indian Village.
I'll vouch for that.
Obviously, you blamed Mr.
Boone for your brother's death.
Look, I-I was angry and I
I said some things that I regret.
If you want a list of people who saw us
at the Indian Village when Boone died,
I'll get you it.
That won't be necessary.
But do either of you know of anyone else
who may have been angry at Mr. Boone?
Well, you now, I-I saw Ellis
arguing with Link Bowman.
Must've been an hour before he was shot.
Uh, if I may, uh
You'll want to hold the rope
much further behind the honda. Uh
And to let out another coil.
But, uh, most importantly,
you-you want to follow through across.
Uh like this.
Nicely done.
Where'd you learn how to do that?
Oh, I paid my dues on
a ranch a long time ago.
Is that so?
You were overheard
having a heated discussion
with Ellis Boone shortly
before he was killed.
Heated?
I wouldn't say that.
Then how would you characterize
your talk with him, Mr. Bowman?
(HORSES NEIGHING)
Ellis blamed himself
for Big Roy's death.
I was telling him to
stay, but he was upset.
Did you discuss anything else?
No. What else would I say to him?
Why did you want him to stay?
I just knew he'd regret it
if he left before this Stampede started.
It's gonna be the
biggest show in the west.
(FEMALE RIDER): Hya!
And you are set to compete in the, uh,
bronco-riding competition also.
Sure am.
But before you go accusing me,
I would never harm another man to win.
You can ask anyone here.
Oh, we plan on doing that, sunshine.
Sunshine?
I like that.
Where did you go after your
conversation with Mr. Ellis?
Back to my tent.
Alone?
Unfortunately.
But that is something
I aim to change tonight
at the dance.
(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Miss Oakley.
What were you doing in Mr. Boone's tent?
I was checking to see if he,
or whoever shot him,
had left anything behind.
And look at this.
A hundred and fifty dollars.
It was in his tent with a rock on top.
That's all he left.
That's a lot of money for a cowboy.
Well, Ellis Boone didn't
have a dollar to his name.
So, what was he doing
with that kind of money?
And why did he leave it behind?
(CHURCH BELLS RINGING)
I talked to the man who
supplies the restaurant.
Mr. Grews. And?
It was clear he's being threatened.
By whom, I don't know.
Likely the same men who
are threatening Mr. Sands.
Perhaps a larger butcher is trying
to get rid of the competition.
I'll have to go to each of them,
all across Toronto, could take a while.
Do you know Mark Gilbert
Meats on Fenshaw Avenue?
Yes. A new butcher shop, isn't it?
Mr. Mark Gilbert called to
book a table at eight o'clock.
Mr. Sands said he
wasn't opening tonight.
That's what I thought.
But a meat delivery
arrived this afternoon
from Gilbert's butcher shop.
Is that so?
Mr. Sands went pale when I
told him about the reservation.
He said nothing can go wrong
for Mr. Gilbert tonight.
Well, if that's the case,
I think Dario's could
use another waiter.
- You're not suggesting
- You have a spare uniform?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Ah! (CHUCKLING)
A civilized man.
Here's to the gentlemen among cowboys.
Let me buy you a drink.
Ah, Mr. Ethan Tripp.
Chief Constable Thomas
Brackenreid, Toronto Constabulary.
And what brings you out here?
Are you part of the
Stampede, or a police officer?
Oh! God, no! (CHUCKLING)
Look, between me and you,
it's time the businessmen of
Calgary stopped encouraging
this frontier parade.
The city of Calgary should
be promoting progress
and stop playing at cowboys and Indians.
Who the hell do you think you are?
Look, uh, nobody wants
any trouble in here.
You should follow me outside
and we'll settle this for good.
Why don't you sit down and relax?
Here, have a drink on me.
I'll sit down when I'm good and ready.
A toast.
To the Stampede!
(ALL CHEERING)
What are you celebrating, hm?
My brother died out in that ring today.
We'll get to the bottom of this, son.
The truth will come out.
Oh, and they'll just keep
carrying on in the meantime?
I've had enough of these folks.
This whole Stampede can
go to the devil. (SPITS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(WEADICK): I hear you know your
way around a rope, Detective.
(MURDOCH): Oh. I was just
giving Luka Wilde a bit of help,
- that's all.
- Mm.
That's part of being a cowboy.
Knowing what's right.
Be that as it may,
someone here is responsible
for the death of two men.
I just can't believe it.
Perhaps you should
postpone the Stampede.
Impossible.
I've advertised everywhere
from here to Texas.
Got everything riding on this.
You've had a man die in the ring
and a pickup man that you
hired was shot in cold blood.
All the riders know they might not
come out of that ring alive.
And as for Ellis, there's
plenty of rifles around.
Could've been an accident.
You don't believe these
two deaths are connected?
All I'm saying is that I'm not sure.
(MAN): Fire! Fire! Fire!
(WEADICK): Oh no.
(DISTANT SHOUTING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
I just don't know how
this could have happened.
There isn't any
electricity to this tent,
so this couldn't have
been a frayed wire.
Well, then it's most certainly arson.
Big Roy dead,
Ellis Boone shot. I had all
my money stolen, and now this?!
Y-You had money stolen?
Someone broke into my lockbox.
Took all that was in there.
Just how did they get into it?
The girl who works for me lost her key.
How much was lost exactly?
$150.
Then I believe I know who took it.
Now remember to smile. Slight
nod when you greet them.
- Neat movements.
- And serve from the left,
remove from the right.
- I'm not sure about this.
- Oh, don't worry.
I've gotten quite
adept at playing a role.
They will be here any moment.
- Are you ready?
- Yes, Mr. Sands.
These are dangerous men,
Detective. Please be careful.
Gentlemen, welcome.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- Ah
I just got that hat. Custom.
It's ruined.
I'll sponge it off, sir.
It'll be good as new.
You know, spilling that
wine was a good thing.
What? What did you say?
That wine was a German Riesling.
You wouldn't have liked it.
You look like strong Barolo men.
Strong Barolo men, huh?
- You're right.
- Hm.
I take a hearty red
over a white any day.
- I like this guy.
- Ah!
It's got to be connected.
It's no coincidence that the money
that Ellis Boone left in his tent
is the exact same amount that was
stolen from the Stampede office.
Well, now we know
where he got the money.
But why would Mr. Boone steal that money
and then leave it in his tent?
Change of heart?
Where are you off to?
I'm going to have a word with
the young lady who lost her key.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
So, Miss Croft,
were you the only one who
had a key to the lockbox?
Not the only one. Mr.
Weadick had one, too.
Ah, I see.
I noticed my key was missing
from my pocket earlier.
- I looked everywhere.
- And you never found it?
No.
And when I went back to the office tent,
the box was empty and
the money was gone.
- $150?
- Yes.
I feel just terrible about it.
Did you see anyone suspicious
hanging around the office?
No.
Who else knew you had a key?
Nobody, sir.
Not even Ellis Boone?
I've never spoken to
that man in my life.
This place isn't half bad.
I could get used to coming here.
I told Mr. Sands we would be, often.
How much longer is this going
to go on? My hands are shaking.
Patience, Serge.
Any trouble with that Mr. Grews?
None at all. He soon fell in
line once he heard my offer.
Thought you were just
telling him to close for good.
I gave him a choice:
leave or keep selling meat
and get his shop torched to the ground.
(CHUCKLING)
- Hey, waiter.
- Mm-hmm?
- Before it gets cold.
- Uh-huh.
Waiter. More wine.
Uh-huh. Right.
Uh! Ah. Ha, ha, ha.
What-what are you doing, man? Step back!
- What is that?
- Hm?
Under your waistcoat?
- It's hard, like metal.
- (WATTS): Uh
He wears a medical device.
He needs it to breathe, um,
but he's very proud and
doesn't like to talk about it.
(EXHALING SHARPLY)
(TENSE MUSIC)
We've got the butchers
on the east side of town
all shaking in their boots.
Now we start on the west side.
And I can help you with that.
Our two shops will run this town,
as long as we have each other's backs.
Well, I think that should do it.
Gentlemen, I am not a waiter.
- No kidding.
- I'm a police detective
and you men are under
arrest. Constables!
I've recorded everything you've said.
(GRUNTING) Arrest these two
and bring them to the station house.
Mm. (SPITS)
This Barolo's corked.
If poor palates were a crime,
I'd charge you both with that, too.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
Why would anyone wanna
burn this tent down?
To end the event before it begins?
This Stampede is supposed to
be the greatest outdoor show
this country's ever seen!
Perhaps there are some folks
who don't share that feeling.
Uh, Mr. Weadick.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Kerosene and a lighter?
Evidence that this fire
was definitely arson.
Hell of a thing.
Sorry your Stampede's
catching such trouble, Guy.
Thanks, Tom.
I spoke with the people
at the Indian Village.
Nobody saw anyone around
this tent yesterday.
I was actually coming to
speak to you next, Mr. Wilde.
Me? A-about the fire?
I don't know anything about it.
Either of you men
recognize this lighter?
No, sir.
Mr. Wilde, I was told that
you were rather upset yesterday
when the Stampede decided to go ahead
in spite of your brother's death.
Well, I was angry at
everyone at the bar yesterday
for being in such high spirits.
I mean, they didn't say
one word about my brother.
I thought cowboys would
mourn one of their own.
So you tried to destroy my rodeo?!
He wouldn't do anything like that.
Are you vouching for him a second time,
Mr. Three Persons?
No, as a matter of fact, I'm not.
Look, I was a hothead yesterday,
but I went straight
from the bar to my bed.
'Kay, the fella in the
next tent can swear to it.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Oh! How are the pancakes?
Very good! Must be my tenth.
I think it's the buffalo milk.
Did you manage to talk
to the young Mr. Wilde?
Yes. He has an alibi for
the time of the crime.
And he didn't recognize this.
I found it at the burnt-out
tent next to a can of fuel.
I've seen this lighter before.
Yesterday at the bar.
(MURDOCH): Who did it belong to?
(BRACKENREID): That
businessman, Mr. Tripp.
He told me how much he hated
the whole idea of the Stampede.
God, no!
How good with a rifle
do you think he is?
There's one way to find out.
Ah, Miss Oakley?
Yeah, I got a message
that you'd like to see me.
I've heard all about you, Mr. Tripp.
Oh, have you?
I-I don't know you at all.
You never heard of Annie Oakley?
I'm the best shot in
the west. Heck, the east,
south, north, too.
- Ah, well, how wonderful for you.
- Hm.
I hear you don't like the Stampede much
and I was thinking that maybe
it's because you don't know about it.
If you did, you'd love it.
The city of Calgary doesn't need
to look backwards, Miss Oakley.
Okay, we need innovation
and forward thinking.
You ever shot a rifle?
- I beg your pardon?
- Like this.
(RIFLE CLICKS)
(GUNSHOT)
(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
That's impressive. For a lady.
I ain't no lady. You wanna try?
Ah, no. (CHUCKLING)
It's okay. There's
no shame if you can't.
Why, I You surely
aren't trying to best me.
I mean, I have fired a
rifle or two in my time.
Hm. Can't wait to see it.
All right. (CHUCKLES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(GUNSHOT)
(CHUCKLES)
Well, I'll-I'll just
give it another try.
(RIFLE CLICKS)
(GUNSHOT)
(INDISTINCT MURMURING)
This weapon's not
properly sighted. It's
Here. Allow me.
(GUNSHOT)
(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
I don't think it's a
problem with the weapon, sir.
Looks like you're not
much of a shot, Mr. Tripp.
But you are an arsonist, nonetheless.
Uh, what do you mean?
I found this,
along with some accelerant at the
scene of the fire. Look familiar?
Well, somebody must
have stolen that from me.
Uh, I mean, there is nothing but thieves
- and scoundrels in this place.
- Mr. Tripp,
you're under arrest
on suspicion of arson.
- Take him away, Murdoch.
- Come with me.
He could have been
pretending to be a bad shot.
- Doesn't mean he's not a firebug, though.
- Hm.
- Try your luck?
- Oh! Why not? (CHUCKLING)
Toss it, me ol' mucker!
(GUNSHOT)
(LAUGHING)
(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
Luck has nothing to do
with it, Miss Oakley.
Oh! Thank you.
Ah! Mr. Tripp here
has had plenty of time
to stew in the holding tent.
I demand to be released.
Mr. Tripp, you've been
charged with arson.
You'll be sent to the
Calgary central jail.
What is your problem with this Stampede?
Seems to me that it would
put this city on the map.
Surely that's gotta
be good for business?
I-It's the wrong kind of business!
We are in the twentieth century.
It is time to leave the past behind.
I've heard that you put
an offer in on this land.
I did! I was going to turn
it into an exhibition grounds
for modern technological inventions,
not a circus for cowboys.
I believe the city
didn't like your idea.
Ah, yeah. They fell for Mr. Weadick.
He conned them into letting
him hold this Stampede.
It's a disgrace.
So you decided to burn the
whole bloody thing down.
(SCOFFS)
Drunkenly and foolishly,
I-I lit a fire. (CHUCKLING)
I apologize. I will
happily pay the damages.
Are you sure lighting
a fire is all you did?
What are you talking about?
I believe a cowboy's been drugged.
And another man was shot and killed.
That had nothing to do with me.
Although, it's no big surprise.
Care to expand on that?
That's what happens when
you get these types together.
Troublemakers, the lot of 'em.
I heard some things when
I was in that holding tent.
What did you hear?
One of them must've
done something illegal.
I don't know what he did,
but he paid a pickup man $150
to keep quiet about it.
- Who was it?
- I don't know his name.
All those cowboys, they all
look the same to me. (CHUCKLING)
We'll check the list of men
who were in holding last night.
Ah, as I proved helpful to you men,
ah, will you, will
you let me out of here?
(BOTH): No.
Take him back.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HORSES NEIGHING)
(INDISTINCT)
Ah.
Hello, men. See a horse
outside named Cyclone?
- Mm.
- Say she's a real outlaw.
But I think we're going
to get along just fine.
Mm. Good.
Uh, we're still searching for whoever
drugged Big Roy Wilde's canteen
in order to win the
bronco-riding competition.
And you came to find me?
Well, no. I I've come
to test your canteen.
Nothing but water in
there. As far as I know.
Can't hurt.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Whatever opioid substance was put
in Big Roy Wilde's canteen
is also present in yours.
Have you drank any of this?
Did you see anyone hanging
around your saddlebags?
No, I didn't.
Look at that.
What am I looking at, sir?
That's Lucinda Croft. She's the one
who lost the key to
Mr. Weadick's lockbox.
Containing the $150.
Well, they seem friendly.
And he was one of the men who
was in the lockup last night.
Miss Croft. A word.
What can I do for you?
We'd like to ask you some
more questions about the theft.
I told you everything I know.
Pardon me, fellas. I gotta practise.
Just a minute, Mr. Heedly.
You were in the lockup
last night, weren't you?
Had one too many. I didn't
know that was a crime.
I don't think that's the only crime
you've committed, is it, Mr. Heedly?
The hell you talking about?
How did Miss Croft's stolen $150
end up in the possession of Ellis Boone?
You took it to give to
him as payment, didn't ya?
But he saw you drug Big Roy
and threatened to turn you in.
Riley, you said that
that money was for us,
so that we could run away together.
- Quiet, Lucinda.
- You killed Big Roy.
And you tried to get rid of me, too.
Couldn't win fair and square, Heedly?
You can all go to the devil.
- Oh!
- No! Wait!
- Mr. Heedly!
- Gimme that horse!
Hold it right there!
You there! Toronto Constabulary.
- I need to use this horse.
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Hya. Hya. Git.
Careful, that's a wild one!
He's got some skill for a city boy.
That's William Murdoch.
(NEIGHING)
Whoa!
Hya! Hya! Ha, ha, ha! Come on.
Hya! Come on!
- Hya!
- Hya!
Hya!
(GUNSHOT)
(GUNSHOT)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Oof!
Thank you for your
assistance, Miss Oakley.
Surely, Detective.
Ellis Boone saw me dose Roy's canteen.
And I gave him that money
to keep quiet about it
and let Roy fall in the ring.
Why did you then kill him?
He wasn't going to stay quiet about it.
He told me he had a change of heart.
He was going to tell you what I'd done.
You're now under arrest for two murders.
Looks to me like this is
your last rodeo, "pardner."
- I've cooked you my specialty.
- Oh!
Ah, well, the only thing
that I know how to make,
lamb chops from Mr. Grews's shop.
They look perfect.
Mr. Sands is happy he can go
back to his regular butcher.
I'm just glad he won't be threatened
any more by those criminals.
You're a good man, Serge.
Not really.
I should have called you
after we first had dinner.
Oh, I understand.
No, I don't think that you do.
I didn't call you
because I really like you.
Oh.
I've had my heart broken before,
and I don't want that to happen again.
Well (CLEARS THROAT)
Nothing is promised us, but
I think we could make each other happy.
(WATTS CHUCKLES)
(SOFT MUSIC)
So can this be considered
our second date?
Yes.
Well, in that case,
maybe it wouldn't be
too forward to do this.
(ANNOUNCER): He's looking pretty good!
That horse is starting
to buck something fierce,
but he's hanging on. Come on, son!
- And he's off!
- (APPLAUSE)
That was a good ride!
Come on, folks, give him a
hand. It was an excellent ride.
Your instincts about
your brother were right.
He didn't simply fall off of his horse.
Thank you for finding
out who killed him.
That's some comfort.
I just wish Roy was
here to watch me compete,
even if I do lose.
Seems like he was a good brother to you,
and I'm sure he'd be very proud.
Well, there's another rodeo
next month in Medicine Hat.
I'm aiming to win it.
- Oh!
- For Roy.
This is going to be one
hell of show, Mr. Weadick.
Wouldn't have come off without you two.
- You saved the Stampede.
- (CLEARING THROAT)
With a little help.
Thank you, ma'am.
(GRUNTING)
Sir, are you injured?
Blame Miss Oakley.
Blame? I bought you a
present. Show them off, Tom.
(WEADICK WHISTLING)
A man who shoots as good as you
deserves a proper pair of boots.
Those are going to be perfect for
marching in the parade tomorrow.
Marching?
Bloody hell.
(ANNOUNCER): Our next
cowboy's ready to ride!
Oh, Tom's set to ride.
(MEN CHEERING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Riley Bo should've known
that Tom was going to win
the damn thing, anyway.
Cyclone is our toughest bronc
and my money's still on him.
(INSPIRING MUSIC)
(THEME MUSIC)