All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S05E04 - War on Terror (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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[suspenseful music]

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[sly orchestral music]

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Give me a second, Higgins.

I have to put a call in
to the station.

It's fantastic having all
these boxes all over the place.

Now we can communicate-.

Mind yourself, lad.

Now we can communicate

from almost anywhere
in the city.

Imagine one day,
they make a telephone so small

that you could carry it
around with you.

It would never work.

I mean, you'd be dragging wires
all over town.

You'd trip the horses.

- Oh!
- Station number four, please.

George, just so you know,

I began reading your book,
and I-.

Ah, yes!

[explosion]

[people screaming]

I never saw it coming, sir.

You couldn't have.

How's Henry?

He'll be right as rain.

I should be assisting
Detective Murdoch.

Stay where you are, Crabtree.

Detective Murdoch will be fine.

Wesley, make sure
Crabtree and Higgins

get to Toronto General
straightaway.

Right, everybody
off the street, please.

There's nothing to see.

Move along, please, sir.

This is a disaster.

There was over $3,000 worth
of goods in there.

Stand down, sir.

Who's going to pay
for my losses?

Well, not the Constabulary.

Now, please get off the street
so we can continue with our job.

Can you please tell me
what is going on?

Two of our constables
were seriously injured.

Doing a job
they're well-paid to do.

You shut your mouth, sir,
or I'll shut it for you.

Now, I've told you once
to get off the street.

I won't tell you again.

Inspector.

I think I may have
found something.

What have you got, Murdoch?

Sir, I believe
this is the result

of an incendiary device.

A bomb?

It seems someone has taken
an intense dislike to Mr. Milne.

Doesn't look like any kind
of military ordnance

I've seen before.

I've yet to locate
any insignia

or manufacturer's mark.

- Homemade?
- I would say so.

Quite a powerful device.

Mm.

Is it possible that our lads
were the intended victims?

Given the placement
of the bomb, sir,

inside of Milne's shop,

I would say that
was the intended target.

But our lads
walk that beat every day.

Well, I suppose
anything's possible.

A device like this
could kill someone.

Bastards.

As soon as you find out
the origin of that device,

Murdoch, let me know.

Yes, sir.

How are you, lad?

Welcome back.

Crabtree!

Crabtree.

George.

- Crabtree.
- Ah, Inspector.

I admire your dedication
to the cause,

but you could have taken
a couple of days off.

No, that's not necessary, sir.

Any word on Higgins?

Is he going to be all right?

He's well cared for.

- Constable Crabtree?
- Ah!

- I heard the news.
- Are you faring well?

I'm fine, Dr. Grace,
thank you.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

- A favor, Constable Crabtree.
- What's that?

It would be
to my great advantage

if I could accompany you
on your investigation.

Why?

I would love
a greater understanding

of how the police
do their job.

Doctor, while I don't doubt
you can handle yourself

in any number of situations,

police work
can be very dangerous.

I can see that.

But I am prepared
to assume the risk.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

It would be irresponsible
of me.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Henry?

Detective Murdoch, I...

[groans]

At ease, Constable.

Save your strength.

Was anyone else hurt, sir?

There was so many women
and children.

Nothing serious.

And George?

It would appear he has
a much harder head than you do.

That's no surprise.

Did you get the bomber, sir?

I've only
just started looking.

You will.

Henry?

Yes, I will catch him.

I'll tell you this, Detective:
I'm not a popular man,

not that it worries me.

Anyone you're particularly
unpopular with?

The landlord wanted me out.

The neighbors
weren't exactly neighborly.

I've let half a dozen
employees go.

Should I go on?

Yes, please.

I have time.

All right.

Take that dandy over there.

He's a dreadful man.

Mr. Milne left refuse
in the lane.

He'd stay in his store
to all hours of the evening,

make noise, loiter around,

catcall women.

From his place of business?

Man like him,
where else would he go?

He doesn't have a friend
in the world.

No home to go to either,
I've heard.

And you've complained
to the landlord

about his behavior?

We all did,

not that it did much good.

Mr. Decker said
that his hands were tied.

I see.

Does this mean that Milne
will be leaving the market?

Well, the building
is structurally unsound.

I imagine
it'll have to come down.

What a shame.

- This is dreadful.
- Damned Milne.

I've had this building
for more than ten years.

I've never had a tenant
like him.

He probably caused this.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he had an illegal still
in the back.

I don't believe
that's the case, sir.

It was certainly
an explosive device

that caused the damage.

Obviously you two weren't
on the best of terms, then.

I wanted him out.

That's no secret.

But he wouldn't leave.

Said he had an iron-clad lease.

He's nothing
but a damn nuisance.

Mm, almost like a boil
that refuses to be lanced.

Mm.

Did he have any enemies,
then, sir?

Anyone in his employ,
I would imagine.

Well, anyone else?

The man that owned
that establishment,

Angus Trout.

He had the bad fortune of being
in the same business as Milne.

And?

Milne drove him
out of business,

and poor Trout ended up
selling his inventory

for pennies on the dollar.

They had quite a set-to

the day Trout finally shuttered
his windows.

The constabulary were called.

From time to time,
Trout comes by to hector Milne.

Really?

And when was the last time
this occurred?

It was yesterday, I believe.

I wasn't here, but it was
the talk of the street.

[laughing]

He lost his whole shop?

Yes, he did.

[laughs]

His whole shop.

Shame he wasn't in it
at the time.

A colleague of mine was
almost killed in that explosion,

so just shut your mouth.

George.

Sir, I suggest you sober up
before you incriminate yourself.

Sober up?

This is the best day
I've had in a long time.

[chuckles]

Sir, I'm sorry
for that outburst.

Quite all right, George.

It was justified.

What's all this about?

I have no idea.

Is this the man
behind the bombing?

- You're damn right.
- Quiet, Mr. Trout.

- Step aside, people.
- Is he the traitor?

Why did you do it?

You want to know
who the criminal is?

It's Peter Milne.

Just let us pass.

Mr. Trout
in the interrogation room,

please, George.

And post a guard.

Gentlemen, back to work.

- So has he confessed?
- Hmm?

Named any coconspirators?

Terrence Meyers.

Murdoch.

What might this have to do
with our esteemed government?

Who's the man, hmm?

What's his name?

His name is Angus Trout.

He's a shopkeeper.
I'm questioning him regarding-.

Oh, I'm well aware of what
you're questioning him about.

The anarchist attack
on Dunbar Market.

Anarchists?

That bombing was no simple
dispute between two shopkeepers.

It was a first strike
against us.

By whom?

Anarchists, Murdoch.

It would appear our country has
now joined the war on terror.

You'll have to go a long way
to convince me

that Toronto is being besieged
by terrorists.

Hmm.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Gentlemen, I am privy to some
confidential information.

Our government is currently
in high-level negotiations

pertaining to a visit to Canada
by President William McKinley.

Now, this would be something
of a coup for us,

as it would be the first trip
to foreign soil

by any American president.

Oh, well, bully for him.

I'll get the missus to make him
a nice steak and kidney pie

with mushy peas on the side.

Inspector Brackenreid,

despite your opinions
to the contrary,

the Americans are an important,

if somewhat unruly,
ally of ours.

And how does this
involve the tribulations

of an unpleasant shopkeeper?

Well, it speaks
to the maturity of the country,

I suppose.

The Americans
are already convinced

that our standards
of law and order

do not meet theirs.

Damn Yankees.

Who are they to talk
about standards, eh?

Or law and order,
for that matter?

They were the ones that went
to war with themselves.

Like it or not, gentlemen,

our government is committed
to being the first host country

of an American president,
so we must be vigilant.

We are vigilant.

- Really?
- Oh, good. Good, good, good.

You must be keeping close tabs
on Emma Goldman, then, hmm?

Who the bloody hell
is Emma Goldman?

Emma Goldman
is a noted American anarchist

and labor organizer.

Who, according
to reliable sources,

is currently in Toronto.

It is my opinion
that she and her cohorts

are the authors of the bombing
you are currently investigating.

And do your sources
suggest a reason

why Miss Goldman
would bomb a shop on market day?

Well, Milne's Fine Goods
appealed to an elite clientele.

The bombing was an affront
against capitalism,

the backbone
of any free society.

And they attacked
more than a shop.

Two of our own were injured.

That may be
a coincidence, sir.

Has Miss Goldman
or anyone in her group

taken credit for the attack?

Gentlemen, whatever the reason
for the attack,

it is our duty
to eliminate this scourge.

It is our prime minister's
opinion

that the anarchist movement
is a threat to peace,

order, and good government.

I love my country.

Not to worry, Mr. Trout.

I doubt you have political
affiliations of any kind.

Your only conviction
appears to be to the bottle

and little else.

You haven't gone
through what I have:

A destroyed business,
shattered marriage,

watching my loyal customers
walk in and out

of Milne's shop
as I shuttered my windows.

The bottle's
the most reliable thing

I have left in the world.

Mr. Trout, while you
were watching those customers,

did you happen to see
anything suspicious?

I saw Albert Wallace
kick up a fuss.

And he is?

A clerk
once in Milne's employ.

Milne fired him
three weeks ago.

Well, I think
the future of policing

will be much like my field:

Covert operations, subversion,

prediction and prevention
of crime before it's committed.

George, see if you can locate
a Mr. Albert Wallace,

former employee
of Mr. Milne's.

He's a person of interest.

Sir.

Good work, Murdoch.

Is he affiliated
with Emma Goldman?

He's a store clerk.

You mean he says
he's a store clerk.

These anarchists
sound like Marxists to me.

They share some philosophies,
I think.

Oh, that's what you call it,
philosophy?

I don't recall Socrates
running around blowing up shops.

If I had my way,
I'd string up the lot of them.

As long as they were guilty,
I trust.

Yes, of course.

So do you think Meyers'
suspicions carry any weight?

They might.

The bomb and its construction
does share some similarities

to the device
used in the Haymarket attack

in Chicago 13 years ago.

Eight coppers died that day,
didn't they?

Brothers in arms,
despite their lineage.

Stay close to Meyers
on this, Murdoch.

This is still
our investigation.

I don't want him getting his
sticky little fingers into it.

He already has, sir.

Once Ottawa is involved-.

Yes, yes, I know, but...

I don't want a cock-up.

Sirs,

Mr. Wallace
is in the interview room.

Why did Mr. Milne
remove you from his employ?

He withheld my wages,

didn't pay me
for days I had worked.

I had the audacity
to complain.

Why would he do that?

Because he's
a heartless capitalist.

He routinely cheated
his employees.

I wasn't the first man he fired
for speaking his mind.

Your politics betray you, sir.

What do you mean by that?

You're aware that Emma Goldman
is currently...

[laughs]

An anarchist.

You think I'm an anarchist.

[laughs]

Are you?

Oh, hardly.

The anarchists are nothing more
than disorganized idealists.

I am an adherent of Karl Marx.

Oh, I see.

Anarchy is an unworkable
political theory.

It's a thimbleful
of intellectual ideas

drowning in a bucket
of naiveté.

Do you think society
could function

without some mechanism
of control?

[chuckles]

Mr. Wallace,

I'm not here to debate
political theory with you.

I'm here to ask about
your involvement with Mr. Milne.

Milne treated his workers
like dogs,

worse than dogs.

Hmm.

And where were you when his
establishment was bombed?

There's a suggestion

that the bombing
was a staged event

perpetrated
by the anarchist movement.

Are they trying
to take credit for it?

There's been talk.

- The anarchists?
- They said they did it?

- Oh, I'm not saying-
- Well, they didn't do it.

I did it.

I placed the device
for the revolution,

the workers' revolution.

Are you admitting
your guilt, sir?

Yes, sir.

Right, then.

Where in the establishment
was the bomb placed?

Near the cash register.

- Mm.
- And the bomb's composition?

- It was supplied to me.
- I...

And the method of detonation?

- I lit...
- the fuse?

A moment, Detective.

I would appreciate
being notified

next time you intend to monitor
my interrogations.

You had a confession.

- A false one.
- He's innocent.

You argued him
out of his guilt.

Because he isn't guilty,
and he should be released.

You can read minds now,
can you?

Sir, Albert Wallace
has been arrested several times.

He's an attention seeker,
publicity hound,

trying to become a martyr.

The man uttered
a false confession.

I want him charged
with obstruction.

Well that certainly is
an improvement, Chief Constable.

At least this time,

you've manufactured
a viable charge.

You walk a fine line,
Detective Murdoch.

Mind you don't stumble on it.

There's talk of a demonstration
on Liberty Street

tomorrow afternoon.

Emma Goldman
is planning to speak.

I want her arrested
at the slightest provocation.

I believe your Constable Higgins
is still in hospital.

The bastards responsible
are going to pay.

I trust that sentiment is shared
by all at this station.

Oh, yes, of course,

as long as those we make pay
are actually guilty.

"We pushed open the door
to the tomb of the pharaohs

"and choked on the dust
of the ancients.

"What we saw when our eyes
adjusted to the light

"was a most horrific sight.

"The mummy's tomb
had been opened,

"and the poor unfortunate
was lying on the ground

"for all the world to see,

"swaddled in rags
that were once regal

"but were now despoiled
by the cruel hand of time.

"As we moved deeper
into the crypt,

"we began to realize

"that we were not
in the grave alone.

There was a pair of hideous
yellow eyes gazing upon us."

We'll pick it up
from there tomorrow, Henry.

You're going to want
to be awake for the ending.

Wonderful news, isn't it?

What's that?

The demonstration, man.

Come on, look sharp.

This could well be the break
we've been waiting for.

Could you be a bit clearer?

Just follow me, Murdoch.

Come on, I've got an idea.
Come on.

Too formal, sir,
and a bit too tidy.

Could you not find a shirt

with frayed cuffs
or a dirty collar?

Or perhaps a dustman's cap, sir,
to cover your nice hair.

Mm-hmm.

And what about me,
Constable Crabtree?

Do I, uh, pass muster?

Oh, sir, you look
like a regular ragman.

- No offense.
- Excellent.

May I ask the reason
for all this subterfuge?

Mr. Meyers seems to think

that this is a worthwhile avenue
of investigation.

We will infiltrate
this criminal organization

and cut off its head, hmm?

We'll beat them
at their own game.

Let's go, Murdoch.

George, I need you
to stick to the task

in case Mr. Meyers' speculations
are wrongheaded.

If I find anything?

Use your initiative.

So I'm assuming you didn't
have anything to do with it.

Nah.

So were you hurt
in the explosion?

- Sorry, sir.
- I was.

- See this?
- Oh, dear.

So you had very few dealings
with Mr. Milne personally.

How are you?

Thanks.

And what brings you down here?

Hello, Constable Crabtree.

I told you
this is dangerous business.

I'm simply a private citizen
doing my shopping.

Ah.

May I join you, Constable?

I promise not to get in the way.

Just mind yourself.

Thank you.

So what shall we investigate?

- You mean who.
- Of course.

You see, Detective Murdoch
focuses on physical evidence.

I prefer to explore

the inner workings
of the human mind.

That's why he and I...

make such a good team.

And who are these men
who call themselves our leaders?

I'll tell you who.

Men no better than any of you.

Yet they conduct themselves
like they are royalty,

and they treat us
as if we were children,

incapable of making
our own decisions.

I reject the idea
of government,

either for the people
or by the people,

as strongly as I reject
the idea of monarchy.

- Listen to her.
- Strong words, indeed.

These men, this government

is nothing more
than an arrangement

between the ruling elite
and the powers of industrialists

to keep you and me in chains!

Do I have to give the order?

All of you know
how to conduct your own affairs,

keep your own counsel,
make your own decisions.

You are not cattle.

Don't allow yourselves
to be treated as such!

[crowd yelling]

We need to smash
the chains that bind us.

All right, that's enough.

That's enough.

All right, lads,
break this up.

Come on, move it.

I said move it!

- Nothing to see. Move along.
- Move along.

Come on.
Move along. Move along.

- Come on.
- Let's do this.

- Hurry.
- We have to go.

We have to go. We have to go.
Come on, this way.

Goon.

Keep alert, Murdoch.

We're inside the belly
of the beast.

Emma, are you all right?

They charged us

right in the middle
of my speech.

They don't want
to hear the truth.

They just want to oppress
the voice of the people.

Even in Canada?

Especially in Canada.

Miss Goldman,
are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

You do that.

I'll get you
something stronger.

If you're approached
by this man...

- His name is Turner.
- He's a reporter for the Gazette.

- Reporter.
- [chuckles]

His real name is-.

Both:
Allen Clegg.

Mr. Clegg.

I'm on official
American government business,

so stay out of my way.

Mr. Clegg,
what are you doing here?

The same thing you are:

Infiltrating this vermin.

We need to find out
what they're up to.

And what are they up to?

Fomenting dissent.

Were any of these people
involved in the market bombing?

I don't know.

Miss Goldman wasn't,

but I can't speak
for the Toronto faction.

But I do know what these types
are capable of.

These types?

You remember Haymarket.

Chicago, Illinois,

eight dead officers of the law,
men like yourself.

What everyone neglects
to mention about Haymarket is,

those eight dead police officers

were accidentally shot
by their fellow men.

At an event where
the anarchists lit the fuse.

They still died
doing their duty.

You best not do anything
to expose me.

One question, Mr. Clegg.

How is it that you are here
without the invitation

of the Canadian Government?

We don't need
Canadian permission.

You most certainly do-.

Shh!

My government
was granted permission

to cross your border
by the British Foreign Office.

I believe their authority
exceeds yours.

Excuse me.

Damn high hat.

I don't trust any of them.

Anarchists?

Americans.

Bloody hell.

It's what I saw, sir.

Both Agent Meyers
and Detective Murdoch

were swept up in the crowd.

And then you lost them?

That I did.

Has there been any word
on Higgins?

Some good news, sir.

Couple of the boys went down
to pay their respects,

had a short chat with him.

He's drifting in and out
of consciousness.

But he's on the mend?

It would appear so.

Good, good.

Hey, you!

Copper!

Shouldn't you be out
chasing the terrorist

that did this
to my establishment?

The investigation
is ongoing, sir.

Yes, I can see it is.

Although how you will be able
to apprehend anyone

while taking a stroll
with a trollop is beyond me.

- Sir, I'll advise you to-
- Trollop?

I do not know who you think
you are talking to.

Doctor, please,
it's quite all right.

- She's a doctor.
- Now haven't I seen it all?

Sir, you are about to see
a lot more.

That's quite enough
from both of you.

Dr. Grace, over here,
if you will.

And, you, I advise you

to mind your manners
in the future, sir.

Do you often handle abuse
of that sort?

As a policeman,
we often need to suffer

the slings and arrows
of the discontented.

So what do you know
about these supposed anarchists?

Not a great deal.

They seem a dastardly lot,
though.

Do you know
they practice free love?

Huh?

Consider that:

The feeling of being able
to do what you want,

free of all
society's constraints.

I imagine that would take
a degree of self-confidence.

What would you do...

If there was no-one in authority

to tell you what was
or wasn't proper?

Oh, II...

I'm an officer of the law,
Dr. Grace.

I don't think in such terms.

Certainly.

But as a writer,

I would have thought you
in possession

of a more daring soul.

They call themselves
the Apaches.

- Who?
- Who does?

The French avant garde.

Their music is so progressive.

It takes you
to the most sensual places.

Before you even know it,
your body is moving,

undulating,

writhing.

Goon.

It's hard to explain.

You should come with me
sometime.

There's a group from New York

that comes here
from time to time.

- Really?
- Where is this?

At Massey Hall or...

- [scoffs]
- Hardly.

They play in dark,
mysterious places.

Mm.

I agree with Nellie Bly
from The New York World.

You're a modern Joan of Arc.

Oh, Mr. Pierce, really.

Your followers in Toronto,
especially myself,

are honored you're here.

To listen to you speak,

it's as if you wield
the sword of truth.

I tell Emma that sometimes
she needs to wield something

stronger than just mere words.

The police come at us,
all we do is run.

You're a firebrand, Alec.

Well, what good are words
when they fall on deaf ears?

Sometimes raw power
is the only thing

people will listen to.

And sometimes violence

only serves
to obscure the message.

And who are you, sir?

Another admirer,
Miss Goldman.

He was at the rally.

He and his friend
were almost arrested.

They needed help.

And what do you think?

Words are the only weapons
that matter.

Are you a pacifist?

Well, I won't strike first,
but I'll certainly strike back.

Then you're on our side.

The government's been striking
the common man repeatedly.

All we're doing
is fighting back.

A fist in the face
deserves two back,

does it not, Mr. Clegg?

You're damn right.

Madam, if you wish
to try on the merchandise,

please consult me.

Sorry, sir.

I couldn't help but notice

the destruction
across the street.

Was your building affected?

Thankfully, no.

Have they caught
the culprits?

Not as far as I know.

You must be a brave man.

Aren't you worried
about future attacks?

Of course not.

Constable!

How can I help you?

Actually, sir,
I was wondering if I could-.

Here.

Try this.

Actually, sir,
that's my on-duty helmet.

I'm required to...

Well, doesn't that
look smashing?

Yes, indeed, it does.

I'm sure I couldn't afford it,
though.

Of course you could.

I am having a moving sale.

Three weeks from now,

Chez Lyon will be
in a much grander

and much safer place
of business.

Perhaps you'd like to attend
our opening soiree.

What were you doing there?

I was trying to determine

if he had
any useful information.

That's my job, not yours.

- [chuckles]
- What's so funny?

Perhaps it was
that fiery temper

that attracted Mr. Green.

Excuse me?

The owner of the hat shop.

He was immune to my charms
but certainly not to yours.

That was quite
a commotion,

the market bombing.

It was.

Was it a brave man
or a coward who did it?

I don't think I would know.

Is he among us?

I really have no idea.

But I can understand
the anger.

When the government
won't listen,

a reaction is inevitable.

Fortunately, I don't want
to change the government.

I just want the day
when it no longer exists.

That's an ideal
I can't pretend to understand.

Then why are you here?

Miss Goldman
has some very good ideas.

She certainly does.

Although I can't pretend

to share her faith
in my fellow man.

When government
makes men's decisions,

tells them what they can
and cannot do,

then how can we ever know
the true potential

of what people-not just men-
Are capable of?

People are capable of good
and evil in equal measure.

Unfortunately,
that much is true.

I spoke to a contact of mine
at the Municipal Records Office.

Part of good policing,
Dr. Grace,

is to build a network
of sources.

And she told me something
very interesting.

She?

- Well, it's good-
- Uh, having a network of-.

Is good for a variety of things.

Our hat shop owner will be
disappointed to hear that.

- [stammers]
- [giggles]

It appears that Mr. Green

is moving
into a new establishment.

Didn't we know that already?

Yes, but what we didn't know
is that the building

into which he is moving
is owned by Mr. Howard Decker.

Now, he's the chap who owned
the block of stores

that Mr. Milne's shop was in.

And what does that mean?

Well, it's an interesting
coincidence.

So what should we do
with this, Constable Crabtree?

Well, I'll submit
these findings

to Detective Murdoch,
of course.

Of course.

Well, what would you
have me do?

He who hesitates is lost,
George,

but I would imagine
if you were able

to solve this puzzle
on your own,

it would look good on you.

Anarcho-syndicalism
is a workable approach.

It treads a similar path
as Marxism, I fear.

It's no more than a refinement
of trade unionism.

Whatever you're saying...

These people are harmless.

They're just intellectuals.

[chuckles]

Those are the ones
I worry about the most.

Intellectuals
are the most dangerous of all.

They're just young people

with their hearts
in the right place,

even if their minds aren't.

Have you seen Agent Clegg?

I haven't, actually.

Well, as far as I'm concerned,

all of this anarchist threat
is merely American paranoia.

Don't you read the newspapers,
Murdoch?

These people are dangerous.

Anarchism
is a worldwide movement

that wants nothing more
than to topple our civilization.

Well, I don't think
these people are part of it.

[explosion]

[people screaming]

What happened?

Sure you wouldn't like
to reconsider your assessment?

Bastards got
what they deserved.

Push me into the wall.

What?

Inspector, shove me.

Come here!

[grunts]

I need to talk to you.

About what?

Shut up!

Allen Clegg, sir.

- The American agent?
- What about him?

I said shut up!

He's also infiltrated
the anarchists.

I've been keeping my eye on him.

He wasn't with us
when this bomb went off.

Do you think Clegg's
got something to do with this?

I don't know, sir,
but you need to find out.

Away you go, you scoundrel!

And you're lucky
I don't throw your ass in jail!

I hear
you've released Wallace.

Bloody communist.

I don't fancy feeding him
any more free lunches.

Mm.

Have you heard anything
from Murdoch yet?

- No.
- Undercover.

I must say, I admire
the man's initiative.

Well, what do you think,
Brackenreid?

Well, two distinct bombs, sir.

Could mean two distinct bombers.

So is Murdoch
barking up the wrong tree?

We don't know that yet.

Hmm.

You know, you should lay
charges against that policeman.

I would have come to your aid,

but I was injured
myself earlier.

I got struck by a truncheon.

Are you all right?

I'm not sure, actually.

Here.

Could I have a word
with you, Mr. Clegg?

Where were you
at the time of the explosion?

That's classified.

Mr. Clegg,
of everyone here,

you're the one
who stands to gain the most

if violence were to break out.

You're walking
on very thin ice here, Murdoch.

As are you.

One word from me,
and your cover is blown.

If you interfere
with my mission, I'll-.

Are you all right?

Did you see?

Two sticks of dynamite
makes a hell of a bang.

You didn't.

Yes, the factory
where you were speaking.

What were you thinking?

They won't even let me
speak freely.

What do you think happens
from now on?

Now they will listen.

Now they will see
we're serious about change.

No, now they will hunt us
all down,

put us behind bars.

That was stupid!

Was anyone killed or injured?

Not that I know of.

Well, at least
that's something.

Violence will not help
our cause.

Not here, not now!

- You did the right thing.
- She's just being emotional.

Come on.

I have to get out of here.

That man knows me.

I'll handle it.

Hey, who are you?

Albert Wallace, communist.

But I'm here to join the cause.

Any news, George?

Mr. Decker's building
has been slated for demolition.

Shame it wasn't
a bigger explosion, then.

The explosion
hospitalized my friend.

It was plenty big enough.

I'm sorry.

That was a foolish thing to say.

Dr. Grace, look at this.

There are numerous lawsuits
against Mr. Decker,

all filed by Peter Milne.

It would appear that Mr. Milne
had no intention of moving.

So Mr. Decker felt compelled
to force him to leave?

But why would he destroy
his own building?

Perhaps there were
bigger rewards for Mr. Decker

with his building demolished.

And the explosion
outside the factory?

I've yet to determine
how he might benefit from that.

A distraction, perhaps.

Mm.

Make sure
you keep Pierce here.

Got it.

You!

That man there,
he's a police officer.

He's right. He's right!

There's a snake in our midst!

Toronto Constabulary.

Mr. Pierce,
you're under arrest.

Let go of him.

Let the officer take him,
Emma.

Don't get involved.

You're too important
to the cause.

Help me.

I can't.

You stand
by your earlier statement?

I do.

I bombed the factory.

People could have been killed.

People are always killed.

Governments send men into war
without regard to their safety.

They take no responsibility
for our lives.

Why should I for theirs?

University of Toronto,
King's College.

You were an intelligent
young man.

I am an intelligent
young man.

Then why do this?

For Emma.

She's turned her back on you.

She'll help me.

I know she will.

I am a soldier.

I know she will come for me.

No.

No, she won't.

This is your crime
and yours alone.

What will happen to me?

Two bombings.

You'll likely spend a great deal
of time behind bars.

I didn't do the first one,
I swear-.

Only the second.

Who did the first bombing?

I don't know.
I honestly don't know.

He told me
it would impress her.

Who told you that?

Mr. Clegg.

So is it possible, then,
that Clegg was responsible

for the first bombing?

I wouldn't put it past him.

Sirs.

- What is it, Constable?
- We're busy here.

Go ahead, George.

I've discovered something
at City Hall

that I believe is of interest.

- Uh-huh.
- So what is it?

Well, pardon me, sir,

but this
is for Detective Murdoch.

Well, this
is very interesting, George.

I thought so too, sir.

[chuckles]

What's amusing?

The anarchists
may have been right all along.

I'm sorry, sir?

It appears you've stumbled
onto a capitalist plot.

What is it, George?

I've prepared the evidence

for your interrogation
of Mr. Decker, sir.

Ah.

I won't be needing it.

Sir?

You'll be doing it, George.

- Me?
- Why, yes.

You've gotten the case this far.

See it through
to its conclusion.

Are you certain, sir?

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Sir, do you have any pointers
you'd care to share with me,

tricks of the trade,
as it were?

Let him know
with all assurance

that you think him guilty.

Well, do you, George,
think he's guilty?

What do you feel in your gut?

I believe he did it, sir.

Then it's his job
to convince you otherwise.

Off you go, George.

I am a busy man.

I will try to be brief.

Does this look familiar?

I can't say that it does.

That's curious.

This pipe was manufactured

by a company you own
in Hamilton.

I'm not familiar
with the day-to-day operations

of all my holdings.

Yes, of course not.

A man of your station
would hardly be familiar

with the nitty-gritty.

- I should think not.
- I have interests...

Dr. Grace.

Detective Murdoch.

Just seeing how George is doing.

George?

Would you be surprised
if I told you

that this pipe was one
of the components used in a bomb

that was built to destroy
Mr. Milne's establishment?

You're not suggesting-.

Suggesting what, sir?

While it may be Milne's store,
he is merely a tenant.

I wouldn't blow up
my own building.

Really?

Because according
to Municipal Records,

your building has been slated
for demolition for some time.

Unfortunately for you,
proceedings were being held up

by a number of legal briefs
signed by Mr. Milne.

He was a nuisance.

He would be gone
by the end of the year.

I could wait.

No, I don't think
you could, sir.

This is an agreement of sale.

Do you recognize it?

No.

That is a bald-faced lie.

This is an agreement
to sell your land

to the Dominion Bank.

They offered you
well above market value

to secure your property.

It was to be the site
of their new head office.

Do you deny that?

Uh...

Go on, George.

This sale was about to expire.

You knew Milne's
refusal to leave

would scotch the deal.

Hence, you lanced the boil.

Do you deny that?

Good bit of detecting, George.

Thank you, sir.

Higgins!

Good to see you, Henry.

How are you faring?

I'm well, George.

I must admit, my faculties
are somewhat scrambled.

Back to normal, then?

It was a real page-turner,
George.

What's that?

Before the explosion,
I was gonna tell you.

I found your book
to be a real page-turner.

Kept me up all night.

Well, thank you, Henry.

You should start another one.

You know, I think I will.

The muse has struck me.

I'm thinking
of a female detective

who's wise in the ways
of postmortem science.

Have you heard the news?

What news?

Michael Decker
will be spending

a long time behind bars.

I saw.

You saw?

You were watching me?

I passed by
while you were conducting

your interrogation.

I may have glanced in.

You presented yourself
quite forcefully.

Well, Mr. Decker's bomb

nearly cost my friend Henry
his life.

How is he faring?

Well, thank you.

And thank you, Dr. Grace,
for your stalwart support.

Oh, that's not necessary,
George.

That's if you don't mind
me calling you that.

That would be fine,
Dr. Grace.

Emily.

Excuse me?

My name is Emily.

Rival.

Excuse me?

The name, "Emily,"
it means rival.

- It does.
- It also means to excel.

Well, that certainly
pertains to you:

A female becoming a doctor
and at such a young age.

Hardly matches
putting a criminal behind bars.

Yes, no, I suppose not.

[both chuckle]

Well, I should go.

Good day.

I must say,

I am pleased that you
have gained a measure

of self-confidence.

Bidding us farewell,
Mr. Clegg?

I could help with your bags.

I don't appreciate your tone.

I highly doubt
the second bombing

would have occurred
without your encouragement.

Ah, yes,
the all-powerful word.

Young Mr. Pierce will spend

the rest of his days
behind bars.

I hold you responsible.

I don't give a devil what you
hold me responsible for.

I've done my duty.

The American State Department

has canceled
President McKinley's visit.

Let's go, Mr. Clegg.

Of course.

I and my new lady friend,
Emma Goldman,

have a train to catch.

It'll be a damn long time
before you see

an American president
on foreign soil.

We'll keep our own safe,
thank you.

It's my feeling
you make your own problems.

We're God's own country,

and we'll take
our own counsel.

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