Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s19e12 Episode Script

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(OFFICE): Higgins.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
Can't live like this.
Woo-woo!
Two more of these and I could
afford those new hunting boots.
What's wrong?
I requested a raise.
Guess they said no.
- And you're surprised?
- I can't believe it!
I've given my life to this place.
I've-I've heard there were
no raises until next year.
Well, I have a family. Mouths to feed.
What does that matter? Your
wife's a moving picture star.
She doesn't think she should be
spending her money on the family.
She says I'm the man.
- I see.
- No, Roberts, you don't.
I've been here for years
and yet I'm only making 50
cents a week more than you.
Have you thought about
getting a second job?
Had nightmares about
it but, yes, I have.
Let's keep considering it.
There's plenty of
options here. Take a look.
Night soil collector. You could do that.
- No? Ah, watch
- Roberts, please.
Just trying to help.
(SOFT CURIOUS MUSIC)
You're sure that's secure?
- I think so.
- You're not getting paid to think.
Is it secure or not?
It's secure.
- (SOFTLY): I hope
- All right, hop on.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SIGHS)
That's it for the night.
You don't talk much, do ya?
That's good.
You come back tomorrow if you want.
So I passed the test, then?
Far as I'm concerned.
Hey, want to go grab a drink?
I know a little speak nearby.
Meet the guys, wet your whistle?
- I could have one.
- All right. Henry, is it?
- That it is. Cee-cil?
- Ceh-cil Briar.
Welcome aboard, Henry.
Now, I'm not going to have to teach you
- how to drink as well, am I?
- (CHUCKLING)
I don't think that'll be a problem.
(TENSE MUSIC)
- (DOOR OPENS)
- (MAN): Help.
(THUDDING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(THEME MUSIC)
(CHURCH BELL RINGING)
All well?
Momentarily uneventful.
Although I have been speaking
with Alexander Graham Bell.
- Ah. How is he?
- We've been working together
on an innovation that will enable
transcontinental telephone calls.
Yes, yes, yes. Enough of that.
I've just had an earful
from Alderman Atkins.
His automobile was stolen last night
not two streets from
this very station house.
There has been an increase
in automobile thefts.
We've received a number
of telephone calls.
- But the men are looking into it.
- Put more men on it.
Although, as far as I'm
concerned, they can all be stolen.
Still not a fan of the automobile, sir.
No. Just a bunch of bloody belchers.
- Sir. Sir.
- What is it?
A dead body in the back
garden of a house on Rathnelly.
Well, that takes priority
over stolen automobiles.
Come on, Murdoch.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Bloody hell. Just
another day in paradise.
- Who reported this?
- The neighbour.
Her dog apparently jumped the fence.
She knew that Mr. Fisk didn't like dogs,
came to retrieve the
animal and found this.
Powder burns on his
temple; shot at close range.
An execution?
Possible.
Have you been able to see a weapon?
Murdoch, I've just got
here, same time as you.
- What a daft bloody question.
- Right.
- Shall we go and break the news?
- Mm.
(SOFT MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
What's happened to Archibald?
That's what we're
attempting to determine.
Were you away?
At my sister Edith's
the last three days.
Is Mr. Fisk all right?
I'm afraid he's been shot.
- (GASPING)
- And he's no longer with us.
- Oh, Good Lord.
- Madam, please, have a seat.
Have a seat. Have a seat.
Ah, a moment, sir.
Of course. Sherman Woodley.
Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.
How long have you been in their employ?
Going three years now.
Is there anything I should know about?
Between them? No.
Any recent disputes?
(BRACKENREID): We're trying
to find out what happened.
One man comes to mind,
Derrick Alston.
Mr. Fisk had promised to
invest in a mining venture
Alston was undertaking, but he
pulled out at the last minute.
So there may have been bad
feelings between the two?
None from Mr. Fisk, but
Mr. Alston was very upset.
Came by the house a few times angry.
- Angry enough to kill?
- I don't know about that,
but Mr. Fisk was spooked.
He even took to carrying
his old pistol around.
(CAR DOORS CLOSE)
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Wrong side of town, Briar.
You should know that.
We got the east side of the Don River.
- Not anymore.
- What are you talking about?
My boss has been talking to your boss.
New rules, new boundaries.
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
- Drop it!
- All right.
- (TOOL CLANGS)
- You shouldn't have done that.
Hey! Hey! Back up! Back off!
- Is there a problem here?
- There's no problem, Officer.
Just a minor disagreement, but
it's over. Isn't that right?
That's right.
Just get out of here
before I write you all up.
Move! Now! Speed it up!
Talk to your boss.
He'll tell you the score.
All right, all right.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(MEN LAUGHING)
He took the tire iron from
him like candy from a baby.
- No fear at all.
- Ah.
Not my first dustup.
Real tough guy, huh?
- If need be.
- If need be.
That's rich. (LAUGHING)
So you think you could take me on?
If need be.
(LAUGHING)
Welcome aboard. Milton Scruggs.
What are you lot doing
lollygagging around?
Nothing going on out
there tonight, boss.
Run into any trouble?
Couple of Graves' men.
Thought we'd come to an agreement?
(BOSS): Man upstairs told me we had.
Ha, ha. I guess the
word didn't trickle down.
- Everything turn out all right?
- Sure did.
Henry here twisted one of
'em up into a soft pretzel.
He was just telling us all about it.
Do I know you?
- I don't think so.
- Stand up.
(TENSE MUSIC)
No, I do know you. Henry, is it?
- That's right.
- What's your surname?
- Higgins.
- That's where I know you from.
St. Anne's Academy?
Yes. How do you know that?
(LAUGHING)
Floyd Griswold.
- Floyd?
- (CHUCKLING)
- What has it been?
- Oh, 30 years if it's a day.
- What, you two know each other?
- You're damn right we do.
Two English boys
growing up in the Gaspé.
How the devil did you end up here?
Well, I could ask you the same.
I always thought you were
made for better things.
No offense, boys. (CHUCKLING)
I just need some extra money.
- He's a good man, Floyd.
- Oh, you don't need to tell me that.
I was a bit of a runt back in the
day and Henry here always had my back.
(FLOYD LAUGHING)
You want a job here,
- you got it.
- Thank you.
Looks like you're doing well
for yourself, owning a business.
I don't own it. Just run it.
Yeah, he's a hell of a boss.
You already got a job, Scruggs.
No need to blow smoke up my ass.
But if you're looking
for something to do,
you can pour us some drinks.
(FLOYD LAUGHING) Grab a seat, Henry.
Grab a seat.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- What's that?
- It's a thank you.
For last night.
- Damn.
- What?
Uh, my pocket watch.
Must have left it in the tow truck.
Cover for me, will
you? I'll be right back.
Mr. Alston was out of town at the time.
And he claims he's
secured another investor.
- Both claims true?
- They could be.
And he seemed genuinely
shocked that Mr. Fisk was dead.
Did the lads find any sign of a weapon?
- Not a trace.
- I see.
The widow Fisk.
She's a lot younger
than he was, isn't she?
- Sir?
- Well,
rich old man, pretty younger wife.
Wouldn't surprise me if she
wanted to hurry nature along.
She says she was with her sister.
Well, let's see if the
sister backs her story up.
Bring her in. We'll have a chat.
- We?
- I'm with you on this one, Murdoch.
The desk job is making me feel old.
And I don't like the feeling.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
(LOUD WHIRRING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
That's horrible news.
Archibald was a dedicated husband.
Is that so?
And was your sister a dedicated wife?
She was with me the
day her husband died.
That doesn't answer the question.
Please. We need the truth.
She went out that evening.
She thought I didn't know.
Where did she go?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
As the detective said,
I think it's time for the truth.
I'm sorry to hear that.
How long has it been since
your husband went missing?
Three days now.
I see. Can you provide a photograph?
I cannot. I
How long do I have to wait
before I can declare him dead?
Excuse me?
I would like to declare him dead
- so that I can get on with my life.
- (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.
- Roberts.
- Henry.
- How goes the double life?
- It's increasingly complicated.
Where's Detective Murdoch?
In his office with the Chief Constable.
So, it appears that Mrs. Fisk
has been less than faithful.
- If we're to believe the sister.
- I'm inclined to.
- As am I.
- Hm.
What are you hanging
around for, Higgins?
I took another job.
Are you still showing up here on time?
- I have been.
- Well, then I don't have a problem with it.
In fact, I applaud the initiative.
- Mm.
- There is something else, though, sirs.
I think I've seen a murder.
You think?
Well, I found a dead body
with a knife sticking in it.
- (MURDOCH): Where?
- In the chest, sir.
The body, Higgins, where's the body?
Oh. Huh. I-In a warehouse
in the boot of an auto.
- Take me there.
- I
That's just the thing, sir.
They don't know I'm a policeman.
What's the job?
I'm working for an
auto towing company, but
I don't think their
practices are all aboveboard.
Henry, are you telling us that
you've been breaking the law?
Well, I'd prefer to think
of it as working undercover.
Working undercover?
Under whose authority?
- Mine.
- Yours?
Well, not at first,
but once I thought something
fishy was going on
Well, let's bring in
whoever's working there.
I wouldn't do that, sir.
Oh, is that so? Then
what exactly would you do?
Well, someone is at the head
of this organization, sir.
Let me stay in there
and I'll find out who.
And how do you know all this, Henry?
One of the men working at the
warehouse is an old friend of mine.
I don't believe anyone
there is a killer, but
I can find out who they're working for.
I hate to say it, but he has a point.
And we do have a a man on the inside.
Need I remind the two of you
that Constable Tucker
worked undercover for us
and he ended up dead.
Are you sure you're up to it, Higgins?
- I am.
- Good.
Well, you could also get a
list of all the automobiles
that are currently impounded.
Alderman Atkins has been
complaining about it.
And, Henry, I'll need to see that body.
None of the men show
up until after dark.
- Sir, Mr. Anderson is here.
- Right. Thank you.
Sir, if I pull this off,
would you consider a raise?
We'll talk about it.
- If you're not dead.
- Oh.
Detective Murdoch. Wilmer
Anderson, Elmridge Hotel.
You wanted to talk to me?
Yes. Please, come in. Have a seat.
What can I do for you?
We wanted to ask you a few questions
about one of your frequent guests,
a Mrs. Prunella Fisk.
I'm sorry, but it's the hotel's policy
not to release private
information about hotel guests.
And it's my policy to jail people
who don't cooperate with the police.
She comes in every second
week with her husband.
- Her husband?
- That's what she says.
And this husband,
what does he look like?
He's a tall Black man.
Very handsome.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(PENCIL SCRATCHING)
What are you doing here?
Shift doesn't start for two hours.
I'm just looking at the autos.
Why?
Thinking of buying one.
Uh, maybe one like yours over there.
- Mm.
- What are you doing here so early?
Boss wanted something from the office.
There's still so many cars here.
Don't people come to claim them?
Junkers that aren't worth anything,
we let the owners know, but
Ones that are cherry,
well, what can I say?
They go missing.
You steal them?
If they're worth stealing.
Look, I'm not proud of it, Henry,
but I got six mouths at
home and one on the way.
And, besides, if you got
money for a nice auto,
you got money for another one.
Look, if you don't like it,
I understand.
But I'd get out now.
My wife has steak tastes.
And I've just got a sausage budget.
We're providers.
We do what we do to get by.
See you in a couple hours.
- Oh, Henry?
- Yes?
You've seen how easy
these beasts are to steal.
Why would you want
to buy one? (LAUGHING)
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Steak tastes and a sausage budget?
It was the first thing
that came to mind, sir.
- Where's the body?
- It's just over here.
It was in here, sir.
Well, that's definitely blood.
I told you.
This trunk smells like bleach.
Sir, I'll find out what happened
to the body. I promise you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CHURCH BELLS RINGING)
- Chief Constable.
- Ah.
Did you know that Mr. Fisk was
only 15 years older than me?
And he was of ill health.
- What are you saying, sir?
- Well, ill health,
wife playing around with the help,
bullet to the temple. (MIMICS GUNSHOT)
Maybe he did himself in?
Could hardly blame him.
Well, sir, that is possible,
but if he had taken his own life,
wouldn't we have found
the gun with the body?
Oh, I suppose so.
What's the story with the
poor sod that Higgins found?
Well, sir, the body was gone.
But I did find blood
inside of the automobile,
- so the body had been there.
- Splendid.
So what good does that
do us now it's not there?
Sir, it's not ideal,
but Henry does assure me
- that he'll make it right.
- Ugh. That fills me with optimism.
(SIGHS) Poor old bugger.
Throws a birthday party for his wife,
- and a week later, she kills him.
- Allegedly.
Well, let's see if we can
make a change in that, Murdoch.
Bring her in.
Detective. Fancy running into you here.
Wuh
Bill Watson.
You arrested me some years back.
- Armed robbery.
- Amongst other things.
Well, look, I'm a free
man now. I did my time.
- I've turned my life around.
- Oh, good! Good for you.
I want you to know that I am
done with the snoochie-boochies.
Excellent.
(CURIOUS MUSIC)
Snoochie-boochies?
(MEN LAUGHING)
Long way from Gaspé isn't it, Henry?
Who would've thought we'd end
up here in this stink hole?
Ah, you're doing all right.
Speaking of stink, what happened here?
- Somebody clean up the place?
- Ah, I keep telling Tyler there
to quit bringing sardines to work.
I like sardines.
No one else does.
Any trouble with Graves' men earlier?
No, looks like boss got the word out.
- He ever come by here?
- Who?
- This boss. I'd like to meet him.
- (LAUGHING)
You don't want that.
'Kay, you want to work
here, you do your job,
you collect your pay,
don't ask questions.
- That right, Floyd?
- It's not that bad.
It's true, though, isn't it?
The owner come and claim that car
we picked up on my first night?
Something like that.
What do you care, anyway?
You heard what he said.
About the questions.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Well, there's no point
denying it, is there?
I did love Archibald,
but there was something
- lacking.
- Worn out like an old shoe, was he?
He was a good and decent man.
That you and your lover,
Mr. Woodley, decided to kill.
We did not.
On my word.
I have admitted my philandering,
but both Sherman and I were at the hotel
the night Archibald was killed.
One of you could be
covering for the other.
I'm telling the truth.
Archibald and I may have
stopped sharing intimacies,
but he loved me more than
anything in the world.
Why should we believe you?
Did you love him?
I still do.
I always will.
- Hey, you want a lift?
- I'll walk.
- I'd like to make it home alive.
- You don't trust my driving.
I don't trust your drinking.
Ah. Lightweight. This is nothing.
- Are you sure?
- Don't worry.
It's all right. I'll take it easy.
- (GUNSHOT)
- Ah!
(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(PANTING)
Briar.
Briar?!
Briar?
Briar, are you all right?
(PANTING)
Help!
Help!
Oh, no, no. (MUTTERING)
Help!
Henry reported it last night.
Two bodies in a week,
both on Higgins' watch.
Perhaps it's time to end this.
But, sir, Henry has yet to identify
whoever's in charge
of this organization.
Everyone in that lot is guilty of theft.
Maybe we pull him out
and arrest whoever we can
- while we've still got the chance.
- Maybe so.
Or we could let Henry
persuade his friend
- to give up his boss.
- Ah, speak of the devil.
Please, sirs. I I
want to see this through.
You were nearly shot.
You're in league with
a bunch of killers.
That's just it, sir. I don't think Floyd
is behind any of this violence.
I don't think that he's a killer.
Have you gone soft, Higgins,
just because you held hands
when you were seven years old?
Sir, if the time comes and I
have to lock Floyd up, I will.
But not for a murder he didn't commit.
Sir, if Henry believes
he can handle himself,
then we should give him a chance
to arrest whoever's behind all this.
Fine. But he's on your
conscience, Murdoch.
I've got a dodgy feeling about all this.
Thank you, sirs. I won't let you down.
Thank you.
Mr. Fisk's financial records.
Oh, my.
Archibald broke, is he?
Well, yes.
And it appears the bank was
set to foreclose on his home
next month.
So, if the two love birds murdered
the old man for his fortune,
they're in for a rude awakening.
I'd like to bring the two of them in,
- see how they react to this news.
- Mm.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Mrs. Fisk,
are you now ready to tell me the truth?
I already told you, Detective.
Neither I nor Sherman had anything
to do with Archibald's murder.
Mr. Woodley. I asked you if
there was anything going on
between Mr. and Mrs. Fisk,
and you lied to me.
The two of you were
carrying on an affair.
Can you blame me for not being
forthcoming about all this?
That is immaterial.
And it does nothing to
lessen my suspicions.
The hotel staff must
be able to confirm this.
The clerk did confirm that
you checked into the hotel.
But one, or both of you,
could have returned home
and murdered Archibald Fisk.
- Why on earth would we do that?
- To gain access to his money.
No, Archibald was always very generous.
There is nothing he'd deny me.
Well, that may have
been true in the past,
but there was very little left to give
at the time of his death.
A number of poor investments
left him destitute.
Well, that explains it.
I beg your pardon?
It explains why Archibald
was behaving the way he was.
Sullen and sad, inconsolable.
How he must have burdened
himself with this.
It's true. He was in poor spirits
months before his murder.
It's why I took up with
Sherman in the first place.
Archibald wasn't the
man I married anymore,
but that doesn't mean we killed him.
Constables are searching your
home now for the murder weapon.
You are to remain in our
cells until it's recovered.
(SOFT MUSIC)
- (ROBERTS): Sir.
- (SNORING)
Sir?
- Chief!
- Wh-wh-what is it? Uh, oh!
(SIGHS) Has no one ever told you
to knock before you
enter a superior's office?
Eh, sorry, sir. I didn't expect
to see you sleeping on the job.
Watch it, lad. I was
just resting my eyes.
- Of course, sir.
- Typical.
He's not replaced my decanter.
I'll bet it's terrible
tea. What is it you want?
I've been working a
missing person's case,
and I think it may relate
to what Henry's doing.
- How's that?
- It turns out the missing man
spent some time in our cells
a few years back for car theft.
Sir.
I know this man.
- You do?
- Yes.
This was the dead man I found
in the trunk at the warehouse.
This is Aldous Graves.
He runs a cartage company.
- Well used to.
- What have you got there?
The knife that killed him, sir.
- Found it in Griswold's auto.
- Give it here.
So your friend killed his
competitor to consolidate power.
Sir, I know it looks that way, but
It looks that way
because it is that way!
I wouldn't be surprised if Graves' gang
were behind Cecil Briar's
killing, a retaliation.
Let me speak to Floyd, sir.
I'll speak to Floyd.
Roberts, bring him in.
And see if you can track
down Graves' gang, as well.
Yes, sir.
Higgins, you've got 12
hours to find the boss.
I don't need you ending
up as a cadaver as well.
Tell us what you know
about Aldous Graves.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Graves? What about him?
Well, you tell me, sunshine.
You're the one who killed him.
Looks familiar, doesn't it?
This knife was found in your automobile.
It was also seen in the body
of your rival, Aldous Graves.
Who was found in the back
of a stolen automobile
- in your lot, no less.
- Oh, what are you on about?
I thought you wanted to
talk about Cecil Briar,
a good man shot down in the street.
By someone who likely
worked with Mr. Graves.
Likely revenge for
you killing their boss.
I've never seen that knife in
my life. I didn't kill Graves.
We received an anonymous tip
that you were the last
person seen with Graves
before he was found
dead in your car lot.
This is a setup.
Yeah, I'm being set up.
I find that hard to believe.
And I imagine a judge won't
swallow that rubbish either.
Now, if you're so innocent,
tell us about your boss.
I don't know anything about him.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
You're headed for the gallows, Griswold.
Take my advice, start talking.
Henry. (CHUCKLES)
Thank God you're here.
They're trying to pin a murder on me.
Did they question you?
Floyd, I work here.
At the station house.
- Wait, you what?
- I'm a policeman.
You're a copper.
How could you?
I took you in.
I gave you a job. I vouched for you!
And now you're setting me up
for a murder I didn't commit.
That's some old friend! (THUDS)
If you didn't do it, then you
should tell us what you know.
Oh, you have some nerve, you know that?
(HIGGINS SIGHS)
All I know is I met Graves
the night he went missing.
We made a deal.
Neither of us were keen
to spill any more blood,
so he ceded some territory
and I handed over some trucks.
- And then what?
- And then that was it!
We shook hands and
went our separate ways.
I had no reason to kill the man.
We're not looking to give you
a life sentence for stealing.
We only care about the murders. Please.
Think about talking
to Detective Murdoch.
(SIGHS)
You know, Briar warned me.
Said we couldn't trust
everyone in the crew.
Said there might be a rat.
But I never thought for
one second that it was you.
- (ROBERTS): Sir.
- Ah, Roberts.
I went looking for Graves' men,
but they've been in the
cells of Station House #1
- for three days now.
- For what?
They were in a drunken
brawl at Logans Inn.
Ah, so they weren't the
ones who shot Cecil Briar.
- I'm afraid not.
- Ah, Murdoch.
The young Mrs. Fisk and
the driver. Any luck?
Possibly. Uh, it appears Archibald Fisk
had a substantial life insurance policy.
So they knew he was broke
and they killed him
to get at the policy.
That sounds like motive to me.
I'm still not sure, sir.
Mrs. Fisk seemed genuinely distraught
at the news of her husband's passing.
And I don't think she
knew he was out of money.
Also, we don't know where the gun is.
Ah, the great detective,
again. Just the man I was after.
You know this fellow, Murdoch?
He's put me away.
Three separate times, I might add.
Sir, this is Slippery Bill Watson,
a career criminal.
- Well, that's quite the reference.
- Slippery no more.
Mute Robert and I have parted ways.
Mute Robert?
Yeah, he was a tubby accomplice of mine.
But now I'm walking
the straight and narrow
because I found Christ.
- What can we do for you, Mr. Watson?
- Oh!
- (BRACKENREID): Whoa!
- Oh, it's not loaded, all right?
Funny story this.
I'm taking my first few steps of freedom
and temptation falls out of the sky
and hits me in the head.
I'm afraid I don't understand.
You and I both. I mean, how does a gun
fall out of the sky? And why?
Listen, sunshine, tell the truth.
- What really happened?
- Uh, Detective,
- you're a man of faith, are you not?
- I am.
So you know the Good Book says:
"Be sober, be vigilant;
because the devil, as a roaring lion,
walketh about, seeking
whom he may devour."
First Peter, 5, verse 8.
Yes, but the Good Book doesn't say
believing lying career criminals
who tell ridiculous
tall tales, now, does it?
Sir, um
look at this.
"AF."
I believe this gun may have
belonged to Archibald Fisk.
Bloody hell, Murdoch.
How's that possible?
Well, isn't it obvious?
God delivered it to me.
God delivered it?
And if you believe that nonsense,
then I've got 20 acres
in Timbuktu to sell you.
Even if it is a lie,
why walk in here and hand us the gun?
And why the outrageous tale
about it falling from the sky?
Man's crackers!
Too many billy clubs
up the side of the head.
And if he carries on with
this cockamamie story,
he's going to get another one.
I've spoken with the warden at the Don
and Mr. Watson could not
have murdered Archibald Fisk
because he was in custody
at the time of the murder.
So another dead end,
no pun intended.
Thank you for your time, Mr.
Watson. You're free to go.
- Peace be with you, Detective.
- And also with you.
And especially you.
Ah, so now we're all nice
and warm and friendly.
But it still doesn't explain
how that gun fell from the sky.
Let's have a closer look at the area
where he claims it fell on him.
Orders are clear.
We're to keep working
until things get sorted.
We shouldn't even be here.
Briar's dead, Griswold's
behind bars. I mean, who knows?
- Maybe the cops are watching us right now.
- Shut it, Tyler!
You want to tell the boss
you're too scared to work?
That's what I thought.
I'll handle all messages
between us and the boss.
Henry, you hit the streets tonight.
Tyler, you're in the shop.
And why is it that we're
taking orders from you?
We've lost two men, sure.
That should just mean that the shares
increase with the risk.
You haven't been here long
enough to have a cup of coffee.
What I want is to meet
with this boss of yours.
And I'm not afraid of him
like the rest of you Sallys.
- You must have a few screws loose.
- Now, Tyler,
if tough guy here
wants to meet the boss,
he's in the building out back.
I'll show him.
Come on, let's go for a walk, Henry.
Hm.
You know, Henry,
you might want to keep your
nose clean and your mouth shut.
I'd hate for you to be
a problem like Briar was.
A problem? What do you mean?
Well, when a general hands down orders,
a soldier follows them.
Briar and Griswold, they
thought they were too smart.
And what did Griswold do?
He didn't take orders. The boss,
he wanted Graves out of the picture.
Instead Griswold and Graves made a deal.
Well, what's the problem with that?
The boss didn't want a peace agreement.
He wanted Graves eliminated.
So I did what needed doing.
And Briar? What of him?
Well, the boss says
Griswold and his loyalists,
they can't be trusted anymore.
They gotta go.
And I'm sorry.
(GUN CLICKS) That means you too, Henry.
(TENSE MUSIC)
What have you got for me, Murdoch?
- A theory.
- I'd prefer a solution.
I believe they may be one and the same.
- So what's all this?
- These items were found
near where Mr. Watson said
that this gun fell out of the sky.
What do they prove?
That you may have been right, sir.
Of course I was.
- Right about what?
- (CHUCKLES)
Sir, I believe Archibald
Fisk took his own life.
Have a look at these Chinese lanterns.
(CROWD GASPING)
(SOFT MUSIC)
(MURDOCH): Archibald Fisk was
ill and dying and penniless.
But he dearly loved his wife.
He had a substantial insurance policy,
enough to provide for Prunella
well into her old age.
But the insurance would not pay out
if he took his own life.
So he had to make it appear
as though it were a murder.
(GUN CLICKING)
(GUNSHOT)
Once the shot was fired,
the lantern lifted off
and carried away any evidence
that his death was self-inflicted.
Well, that's that then.
I knew I was right.
(TENSE MUSIC)
You're not going to
meet the boss tonight.
You're going to meet your maker.
(GUNSHOT)
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS CONTINUE)
(THUD)
(GRUNTING)
(THUDDING, GRUNTING)
(GUN CLICKING)
(GUNSHOT, GRUNT)
(GASPING)
Oh!
Scruggs!
Scruggs, you're dying.
You have nothing left to
lose! Tell me who the boss is!
Scruggs, tell me who the boss is!
(HIGGINS PANTING)
Damn it!
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS)
Come to deliver me to the gallows?
No.
No gallows, Floyd.
Scruggs killed Graves
and Briar. He framed you.
Ah, just like I said.
Oh, I always believed you.
I knew you weren't a killer.
I'm your friend, but
I'm a constable first.
Just tell me who your boss is.
I don't know.
I just take my pay.
And that's the truth.
God, what a god-awful uniform.
But then again, a rat in clothes
is already a ridiculous prospect.
You can call me a rat if you like.
But this rat just spared you the noose.
And with any luck,
you'll be released from this place
in time to see your children grow up.
If you're waiting on a thank you,
I wouldn't hold my breath.
It's fine.
I did my job. That's thanks enough.
Floyd, if you know
anything about the boss
Ah, Henry.
Every man's got to have a code.
I chose this life.
I'll do my time.
Henry.
We do what we do to get by, right?
That's right, Floyd.
He took his own life?
I'm afraid so.
Why the ruse?
Your husband had a significant
life insurance policy,
with you as the beneficiary.
But it never would have
paid out had his death
been deemed a suicide.
So he made it look like murder.
Yes.
And I am duty-bound to reveal
the truth in the matter.
'Course.
I wish I had been worthy
of his love. Excuse me.
(SOFT MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
(GROANING)
- Oi, Higgins!
- Ah.
(LAUGHING) Well done, son.
The violence has stopped, as
have the automobile thefts.
Just doing my job, sir.
Well, as a man of honour,
I'm going to give you a raise
of an extra 15 cents an hour.
I never thought I'd say
this, but you've earned it.
Thank you, sir. Ruth will
be most pleased with me.
You know, sir, I spoke
to Floyd about his boss
and Detective Murdoch
offered him full immunity,
- but he still wouldn't talk.
- Mm.
So, there is honour
among thieves after all.
Oh, uh, it's a shame you couldn't
convince your mate to talk,
because I would have made the
raise an even 20 cents an hour.
- Oh, well, sir, do you fancy a tipple?
- Too late!
Oh, we can talk about
this, sir! It's on me.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(ENGINE STOPS, DOOR OPENS)
The police shut us down.
(MAN): So I see.
What happened?
Griswold's old friend
turned out to be a constable
at Station House Four.
That blasted place.
Are we opening up shop somewhere else?
I-I could round up a few men.
That won't be necessary.
It appears this avenue of
revenue is closed to me.
That is,
until I get rid of that damn
station house once and for all.
And mark my words:
I intend to.