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They'd be lucky to have you,
George.

CRABTREE:
You can take him!

[ Crowd cheering ]

There you go!
Trounce him!

Get him!

Edna.

I had no idea you had
such a passion for wrestling.

Oh, I don't.
I...l merely accompany Simon.

Go, Randolph!
Go!

CRABTREE:
Let's go, Gladiator!

[Grunts]

[ Crowd booing ]

[Laughs]

Boo!

You can never beat me,
Gladiator!

You're nothing!

I am the greatest wrestler...
there ever was.

[ Booing continues]

Rubbish!
Boo!

A particularly ugly crowd
this evening, I see.

- The gall.
- It's low.

You people don't deserve
to watch the likes of me.

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen,

once again I am forced to crown
Handsome Randolph as champion!

Yeah! Whoo!

Rubbish.

Can no one relieve us
of this dark-hearted champion?

- Anyone?
- EDNA: Right here!

We have a challenger here.

Edna, are you crazy?

I'll be killed.

Don't be a coward.
I'm sure you can best him.

I'm not being a coward.

Look at the size
of these brutes.

I wouldn't last two minutes.

Edna, look at that.
Simon.

My God.
Sir.

Who are you, sir?

An unknown challenger.

[ Crowd cheering ]

Handsome Randolph,
are you prepared?

A man who buries his face
with a mask like that

must be especially ugly!

CRABTREE: He doesn't know that.
He doesn't know that.

[Crowd shouting, booing ]

No!

No!
No, no!

No!
[ Grunts]

Aah!

Aah!

[Crowd gasps 1

[Grunts]

SIMON:
That was illegal!

That is not allowed!

[Bell rings]

[ Crowd cheering ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
our nameless, faceless champion!

That was an illegal maneuver!

I'll be back, McAllister!

You haven't seen the last of me!

[ Crowd booing ]

Oh, boo!
Get out of there, Randolph!

Get out of the way!

Here he is one more time --
the new champion!

[ Crowd cheering ]

[ Shouts, laughs]

Good Lord.

Where's Mother?

She's off trying to a secure
a-a souvenir poster

for her wrestling scrapbook.

I had no idea.

Do you have all your autographs?

Uh, nearly all.

I have The Cossack,
The Gladiator, Vurugu.

I'm still missing my favorite,
Handsome Randolph.

Handsome Randolph.
Has he not come out yet?

He hasn't.

All right.

Excuse us.

Dear God.

Simon, wait there.

Is he all right?

Simon, go next door
to Murphy's Tavern.

There will be constables there.

And what do I tell them?

Tell them Handsome
Randolph Henderson is dead.

And then he fell backwards,

driving Handsome Randolph's head
directly into the mat.

It's a wonder he survived.

He didn't, George.

Well, Mr. Henderson perished
eventually, yes.

But at -- at the time,
he jumped to his feet.

He vowed revenge.

It's likely that blow to
the head was the cause of death.

Emily, he didn't die
for another 45 minutes.

Sometimes a serious head injury
can seem harmless at first,

but the brain can swell
after the fact, proving fatal.

So the masked man did kill him.

I'll have to cut open his skull
to be sure,

but I do believe that to be
the case.

Thank you, Dr. Grace.

So, an accidental death, then?

It's a dangerous sport.

I've done damage to men myself
in the ring back in my day.

Yes. But, sir, this maneuver
is particularly violent.

Was it against the rules?

Catch wrestling, Murdoch.
There are no rules.

No balls, rackets, or doings
to get in the way.

Just man against man.

Then, if it wasn't
against the rules of the sport,

I suspect it isn't
against the law.

L-lf a man brought a pistol
into a wrestling ring

and fired on his opponent,

surely that would be considered
murder.

Well, yes, George, but then
his intent would be clear.

Do you suspect murderous intent?

Well, I can't be certain, but...

I'm asking permission
to look into it further.

Murdoch, what do you think?

I think Constable Crabtree
should be encouraged

to follow his instincts.

Thank you, sir.

You must be pleased
to be rid of the cast, Julia.

Goodness, yes.

And William's relieved

to not have to write
my correspondence any longer.

Ladies, my apologies
for my tardiness.

I've brought a guest --
Miss Jean Hamilton.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Miss Hamilton.

We've actually met.

We have indeed.

Delighted to join your cause.

The temperance movement
is committed to the fight

for women's rights.

We welcome anyone
who supports our aims.

Then I am sure you will agree
with Miss Hamilton's proposal.

Proposal?

In exchange for our support,
Miss Haile will promise

to represent the interests
of the temperance movement.

DR. OGDEN:
And does Miss Haile agree

-to represent those interests?
- HAILE: I do.

The aim
of the Temperance movement

is to protect women
and families,

who often suffer
the consequences

of the excesses of drink.

It is also a movement that
eliminates individual freedoms.

Equality between men and women
is not achieved

by removing rights
already held by men.

May I remind you
that the temperance movement

has great influence --
and many followers.

Ladies, I will leave you
to consider.

- Surely this isn't an option.
-[ Door closes ]

We all know the kinds of things
Miss Hamilton

and her Temperance League
oppose.

We must at least consider it.

If there is a chance
that we can win this election,

I, for one, want to take it.

Excuse me, sir.
l-l'm George Crabtree.

I'm with the Toronto Constabu--

I saw you wrestle last night.

Could I ask you
a couple of questions?

He doesn't speak.

He's a mute?

We call him...Vurugu.

From parts unknown.

He speaks no language
but violence.

I'm Victor McAllister,
manager of this troupe.

I take it you're here about last
night's unfortunate incident.

I am indeed.

You can go.

-[ Grunts ]
- Go.

Mr. Henderson was a...
cherished friend to us all.

We mourn him dearly.

Do you know the identity
of the man that he wrestled

just prior his death?

No.
I'd never seen him before.

At least I don't think I had.
He was wearing a mask.

Right.

I'll need to speak to the other
wrestlers that were present.

Yes. Yes.
Of course.

They're just cooling down
in the dressing room.

Straight through there.

Uh, one other question.

The maneuver that he used
to win the match --

Have you seen anything like that
before?

Never
I hope I never see it again.

All done, Mr. Titus.

[ Russian accent ] I have seen
this maneuver before.

Uh, w-what's your name?

Cossack.

Uh, your given name.

Cossack.

Uh, right.

Where have you seen
this maneuver before?

In Russia.

We fight to the death, you know.

You think the man in the mask
intended to kill Mr. Henderson?

Who knows what lies in the heart
of a masked man?

Uh, do you mind me asking
what you're drinking there?

It's morphine.

Dulls the pain.

And you are?

They call me The Solid Man.

Uh, well, that's --
that's an apt moniker.

Urn, and you knew the man
in the mask?

Local amateur, I heard.

I think his name was Humber.

Where did you hear his name?

Uh, I don't know.

Just heard the name.

A rooming house.
River Street.

[ Knock on door]

Toronto Constabulary.
ls anybody home?

Excuse me, sir.
Do you live here?

Mr. Humber, I'm George Crabtree.
I'm with the Toronto --

Mr. Humber!

Give it up, Humber!
You can't outrun me!

I'm twice your size!
How are you gonna arrest me?

[ Grunts, groans]

Twice my size and half the wit.

The neighborhood's coming up,
Mr. Chilton.

Rents must be a fortune
these days.

Quite right, Inspector.
Tough luck for my tenants.

- You own the building?
- I do.

How does a barber end up owning
the whole building?

Simple --
I save 10% of my earnings

and I never buy anything
frivolous.

Why put in new flooring
when you can throw down a rug?

[ Chuckles ]
Tell that to the wife.

How are you planning
for your future, Inspector?

I put my extra money

in Margaret's cookie jar
at the end of the month.

A cookie jar?
You have to invest.

That money could be earning
more money.

How much more?

Leave it in my hands.

By the time you retire, you'll
have a nice little nest egg.

I didn't kill him.
He walked out of the ring!

Why did you run when you saw me
outside your rooming house?

I've had bad luck with the law
before.

Mr. Humber,
I have other wrestlers on record

saying that maneuver is designed
to kill.

And the city coroner will attest
that even if Mr. Henderson

did walk out of that ring
on his own two legs,

it was that blow
that killed him.

That's impossible!
The maneuver's harmless!

Randolph's head
didn't even touch the mat!

Sit down, Mr. Humber.

Sit down!

What do you mean,
his head didn't touch the mat?

Why would somebody use
a harmless maneuver

in a wrestling match?

Henderson and I had
an arrangement.

I do the maneuver,
and he acts like it dazed him.

And then I take
the championship.

I think I know
what you're saying, Mr. Humber,

and I think the idea
of Henderson giving up

his championship in a fake
maneuver difficult to believe.

I'm telling the truth.

I couldn't have killed him.

All right.

Lying is one thing.

Attacking the integrity of
the great sport of wrestling --

That is quite another.

Lads, take him to the cells.

Well, George, head trauma
was not the cause of death.

In fact, he suffered no injury
to his head whatsoever.

He was telling the truth.

Who's that?

My suspect.

He told me
the wrestling maneuver was fake.

How did he die?

A lethal dose of morphine.

Well, that makes sense.
All the wrestlers drink it.

No.
He didn't drink it.

It was injected.

And it was far too great
a quantity

for it to have been an accident.

MURDOCH: Well, it appears
you were right, George.

We have a murder on our hands.

And this Humber bloke
had nothing to do with it.

Mr. Henderson exited the ring,
apparently in good health,

and was found dead
45 minutes later.

The lethal injection
must have been administered

somewhere in the interim.

And I saw Mr. Henderson walk
directly from the ring

into the dressing room.

And Simon Brooks will attest
that he never came out.

Then he must have been killed
in the dressing room.

The question is,
who else was in there?

[Crowd shouting, men grunting]

MURDOCH:
I don't see the appeal, George.

CRABTREE:
Sir, you'd be surprised.

Passion for wrestling can be
in the most unexpected places.

I mean, Take Edna, for example.

Who would have though a-a sweet,
demure young lady would find...

Aah!
[ Grunts]

...two muscle-bound men locked
in fierce combat stimulating?

But she does.

Perhaps you should think about
bulking up, too, George --

-to keep pace.
- Sir.

Good evening, Constable.

- Hope you're enjoying the show.
- Yes.

Mr. McAllister, this is
Detective William Murdoch.

We need to ask you
a couple of questions.

I'm busy running a show,
I'm afraid.

We'll need you to account
for your whereabouts

after last night's final match,
sir.

Really, Detective,
now is not the time.

You were out back with me,
loading gear. Remember, sir?

Oh, yes.
That's right.

And who might you be?

Shane Tindall, equipment man.

And you, sir?

-[ Growls]
- CRABTREE: Sir, he can't --

Uh, l-l'll explain.

Mr. Tindall, I've also seen you
wrestling, though.

Is that correct?

I often get in the ring
when we're short a man.

Yes, but he, uh,
doesn't last long.

If you'll excuse us, gentlemen.

[ Growls ]

Yes, I was in the dressing room
last night. What of it?

Were you and Mr. Henderson
ever alone in the dressing room

at any point?

I don't think so, but I can't
say I remember clearly.

My senses were dulled.

Do you ever inject
your medication?

I don't care for needles.

You had a rivalry
with Mr. Henderson, did you not?

What is this about?

Just prior to his death,
the victim beat

and verbally insulted you
in front of a crowd.

Yes, but that doesn't mean --

That's quite enough, Detective.

I did not give you permission
to speak to my employees.

Mr. McAllister, we're conducting
a murder investigation.

There are questions
that need to be answered.

That may be, but they will not
be answered by my employees.

Carelessly positing accusations
inspires ill will,

and I will not have it.

Each of us hereby invokes
his right to remain unspeaking.

You two, get out.

VURUGU:
[ Grunts]

The Gladiator, Max Titus,

was in the dressing room
around the time of the murder.

He also had a very public grudge
against the victim.

Not to mention he's holding
a bottle of the murder weapon.

Hang on!
I didn't do it!

Max, I remind you to be silent.

George, arrest him.

I had nothing to do with it!

Remain unspeaking!

I didn't hold a grudge
against Randolph.

- That's not what I saw.
- It was an act!

I don't hate him.
We -- We grew up together.

Been wrestling
since we were kids.

He was my best friend.

MURDOCH: Best friend...
and greatest rival.

Their rivalry was not
entirely sincere.

So what, it was all an act?

The competition, of course,
is legitimate.

But the personal rivalry
is merely a ruse

to incite passion
in the spectators.

MURDOCH: If that's the case,
Mr. McAllister,

why not let your employee speak
of it?

It's not public knowledge,
Detective.

People might question Mr. Titus'
legitimacy as a wrestler

and the legitimacy
of my entire business.

MURDOCH:
He wasn't in the dressing room.

I count six, seven --
These two weren't --

Constable, Detective.

Thank you for seeing me.

Mr. Francis,
thank you for coming in.

Sir, this is The Solid Man.

Archibald Francis.

Detective William Murdoch.
[ Chuckles]

Nice to meet you.

I see you are unaccompanied
by Mr. McAllister.

He doesn't know I'm here.

I'm sick about what happened.

It's not right.

Do you have any information

regarding Handsome
Randolph Henderson's death?

There were rumors about Randolph
and The Cossack...

...and The cossacks wife.

Oh, I see.

What happened exactly?

I mean between the two men,
not...

I'm not sure.

But I know they hated
each other.

Detective Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

We'd like a moment of your time,
please.

I'm not supposed to be talking
to you.

We understand that you disliked
Mr. Henderson.

Dislike?
He was garbage.

[Speaks Russian]

He became familiar
with your wife.

Who the hell told you --

Please to leave my wife
out of this.

I know nothing
of Randolph's death.

I don't believe
you're being truthful, sir.

In fact, I don't even think
you're Russian.

Of course I am Russian.
Ask anyone.

Sir.

Where in Russia are you from?

- Moscow.
- Oh.

Well, then,
what's the name of the river

that runs through Moscow?

Moscow has no river, Detective.

The river that runs through
Moscow is the Moscow River.

Anyone from there
would know that.

[ English accent]
I'm done with this interview.

I'm glad Randolph is dead,
but I didn't kill him.

That's all I have to say.

I hate vodka.

The only constant
in this investigation

is that each wrestler has proved
a fraud.

True.

The Cossack isn't Russian,

and the chief rivals
were actually friends.

CRABTREE: In our championship
match the other night,

I-it involved a fake maneuver
and a prearranged outcome.

So?
What of it?

Sir, as much as it pains me
to say,

it's quite possible
the entire sport is fake.

Outlandish.

Wrestling is a sport of honor
and integrity.

Dates back to the Egyptians --
Greco-Roman.

Be that as it may, how does it
bear on the case, George?

Well, sir, if each man is
a fake, then what about Vurugu?

- The one who doesn't speak.
- Right.

They call him "the Wild Man
from Parts Unknown."

But I've discovered reports,
sirs,

of a wrestler in Indianapolis --
Joe Jefferson.

Now, he was almost lynched
by an angry mob in Baltimore

three years ago
and hasn't been seen since.

You believe this Jefferson
and Mr. Vurugu

to be one and the same?

Sir, a week after the incident
in Baltimore,

Vurugu wrestles his first match
in Philadelphia.

Well, then, perhaps you should
have a conversation

with this Mr. Vurugu.

I Will.

It seems somebody's insistent
on speaking with you, sir.

Calm down, Margaret.
Just calm down.

No, the cookie jar
hasn't been stolen.

I've taken it.

We need to plan for our future.

So I've invested our savings
with someone.

My barber.

Yes, my barber.

No, no, no.
This won't be like last time.

He's a real investor.

Maybe he just likes
being a barber.

Well, he owns an entire
building, for one thing.

Because he said so.

No, Margaret, he did not show me
the land deed.

Why would he lie about that?
I'm a policeman.

Fine.

Fine.

Fine.
I'll get it back.

[Sighs]

Trouble and bloody strife.
That's what you are.

Vurugu?

Or is it Mr. Jefferson?

Please. l-l'm not supposed to be
speaking with you.

You need to answer
a few questions.

No.
I don't want to lose my job.

One of your colleagues
was murdered, Mr. Jefferson.

The killer needs to be brought
to justice.

I don't know who killed him.
I swear.

But I was not involved.

You know something --
a-a suspect, a rumor, a motive.

If you and your colleagues
remain silent,

we'll never discover the truth.

[Steam horn blows in distance]

Cleveland.

Clevela--

What happened in Cleveland?!

Temperance is a given,
of course.

It must be front and center in
any discussion of your platform.

Very well.

And the streetcars cannot run
on Sundays.

Streetcars?

I thought our city had long
since moved past that debate.

We are most certainly not past
the debate.

How do you expect people
to get around?

I don't.

Sunday is the Lord's day.

And what about those who rely on
the streetcar to get to church?

Shanks' pony,
like the rest of us.

Sir, I've been to the archives.

These are all newspapers
from Cleveland.

I'm looking for anything

pertaining to the sport
of wrestling.

Based on Mr. Vurugu's
mysterious suggestion.

Yes, sir, and as it turns out,

there was a match
a couple of months ago

where a wrestler
who was just watching

decided the match was going
unfairly,

so he interceded
by getting into the ring,

creating a two-on-one situation.

Then, sir, another wrestler, who
had also just been a spectator,

decides he'll even the odds,
so he jumps in the ring as well.

And all four of them just start
going at it at once, sir.

I would have been
a total debacle.

That doesn't have anything
to do with the case,

but I surely would have liked
to have seen it.

Did you discover
anything pertinent, George?

Yes, sir.
I did.

Last year,
when Victor McAllister's troupe

was in Cleveland,
a man was killed in the ring.

A wrestler by the name of
Lloyd "The Gentleman" Francis.

Francis.

As in Archibald Francis?

Sir, he was
The Solid Man's father.

And the other wrestler,
the man who killed him,

was Handsome Randolph Henderson.

-[ Door opens]
- Mr. Francis?

Toronto Constabulary.

MURDOCH:
Hmm.

Sir, thinking about it now --

How could Vurugu be
from parts unknown?

Whatever parts of the jungle
they went into to find him,

those parts would now be known,
don't you think?

I suppose so, George.

Assuming they went
into the jungle to find him.

Which they must have.

He couldn't have just shown up
at Union Station

with a string of bones
around his neck

and a human skull on his --
Sir.

A syringe.

Perhaps The Solid Man
is our killer.

Mr. Francis, I understand you
and your colleagues use morphine

to dull the pain
following a match.

That's right.

And you choose to ingest it
rather than inject it.

Yes.

Constable Crabtree found
this syringe in your bag

in your room.

That's not possible.

We believe this
to be the syringe

that killed Mr. Henderson.

It has traces of morphine in it.

I've been helping you.

Now you're accusing me
of murder?

Well, I suspect
you've been helping us

only as a means
to hide the truth.

You're wrong, Detective.

Why would I do that?

Lloyd "The Gentleman" Francis,
your father --

He died at the hands
of Mr. Henderson.

That was an accident.

My father was old.

He shouldn't have been
wrestling.

We know Mr. Henderson was killed
in the dressing room

immediately following
his last match.

You are among very few people
who had access to him.

I didn't go back
to the dressing room.

My match was first.

I left directly after.

CRABTREE:
Well, if that's the case,

you won't mind, uh, volunteering
a sample of fingermarks.

Not another word, Mr. Francis.

You're under no obligation
to speak to these men.

There won't be any fingermark
samples on offer, either.

Mr. McAllister,
your employee claims innocence.

Allow him to prove it.

He doesn't have to prove
anything.

The onus is entirely on you,
Detective.

Let's go, Archibald.

Gentlemen.

Bloody shyster.

Bollocks.

We'll need
more convincing evidence

for a judge to force Mr. Francis
to provide his fingermarks.

Indeed, sir.

But it's entirely possible the
syringe was planted in his bag.

Mr. Francis claims not to have
been in the dressing room.

This could be verified

if Mr. McAllister would let
his wrestlers speak with us.

Sir, there might be another way.

I'll be right back.

This is one I did
of Handsome Randolph.

They're all quite vivid, Simon.

Very good.

Can you show me the page
with the autographs?

Y-Yeah.

If we can identify
The Solid Man's autograph,

we'll know that Mr. Francis

was indeed at the scene
of the crime.

See?
Ah. Here.

Here's the page.

It isn't here.

Mr. Francis' autograph
isn't here.

Simon, do you recall

if The Solid Man came out
of the dressing room?

Uh, he never did.

That's why I don't have
his signature.

Are you certain?

Oh, I would have noticed.
Have you seen the size of him?

What's this drawing here?

SIMON:
That's Vurugu's signature.

He doesn't speak.

What about this one, sir?

MURDOCH:
The Masked Marauder?

Simon, was The Masked Marauder
wearing his mask

when he came out of the
dressing room and signed this?

Uh, yes.

He didn't have much time for me,
though.

So Mr. Humber was there
after all.

Ah.

Thank you, George.

Simon, could this be the man

who signed your book
as The Masked Marauder?

Oh.
His mask is different.

Aside from the mask.

His body's different too.

It's not the same man.

Are you quite certain, Simon?

I'm sure of it.

This mask is itching my face.

Thank you, Simon.
You can go home now.

Or -- Or I could stay
and help some more.

I'll get him home, sir.
Come on, Simon.

Thank you, Mr. Humber.

Please have a seat.

What did you do with your mask
after the match?

I gave it back
to Mr. McAllister.

Y-You gave it back?

Is that to say

that Mr. McAllister gave you
the mask to wear in the match?

Yes.

He told me to wear it when
I challenged Handsome Randolph.

I wouldn't know where to get
such a thing.

Mr. Humber,
if I have this correct --

Your match
with Handsome Randolph

was not fixed by yourself
or by Handsome Randolph,

but by Victor McAllister?

Yeah.

Mr. McAllister arranges
everything.

He controls the show right down
to the concession snacks.

So if you gave the mask to him
after the event,

am I to presume

that Victor McAllister
was in possession of the mask

immediately after the match?

[Sighs]

Please don't make me talk about
Mr. McAllister anymore, sir.

Thank you.

DR. GRACE:
Julia?

Emily!
What brings you by?

I don't think
we should be aligning our cause

with the temperance movement.

Emily, this is going to
provide exposure

that would otherwise take us
years to achieve.

Jean Hamilton
is as backwards-thinking

as many of those denying us
the vote in the first place.

It's true we have some principal
differences from Miss Hamilton,

but her support may win us
the election.

How can we pass up
that opportunity?

Well, if that's the compromise,

I think I would rather continue
without the vote altogether.

Emily, I hadn't realized
you were this impassioned.

Are these your words
or Lillian's?

I am as capable
of independent thought as you.

Emily, I didn't mean
to suggest --

Didn't you?

This will only be a few minutes.

Let's make it quick, Detective.
I have fans to entertain.

Very well, Mr. McAllister.

Did you murder
Randolph Henderson?

That's what you brought me in
to ask?

No.
That's absurd.

Well, then,
you won't mind providing us

with a handwriting sample
to that effect.

I will not be providing samples
of any kind.

Not handwriting and most
certainly not fingermarks.

Sporting effort, Detective.

Constable.

It didn't work, George.

Between the handwriting,
the pen, and the doorknob,

I thought...

Sir, Mr. McAllister was sitting
very close to the table.

He wouldn't have been able
to get into that position

-without adjusting his chair.
- His chair.

Very good, George.

It's a match, sir.

Well, then I believe
we have more questions

for Mr. McAllister.

Quite.

I'll bring him in.

This is beyond tiresome.

This is the syringe
used to administer

the fatal dose of morphine
that killed Mr. Henderson.

And this syringe has
your fingermarks all over it.

You'll recall that I didn't fall
for your little pen trick.

You don't have my fingermarks
with which to cross-reference.

CRABTREE:
Oh, but we do.

From the armchair
you were sitting in.

Well, that's underhanded of you,
Detective.

It's only natural my fingermarks
would be all over it.

H's my syringe.

I use it to inject morphine.
I'm a former wrestler.

But I have no motive.

Handsome Randolph was the star
of my show.

We were told you quite despised
one another, Mr. McAllister.

Well, be that as it may,
the money he brought in

far outweighed any animosity
I felt towards him.

So why would you arrange
for Mr. Humberto defeat him?

For the drama of it, of course.

I intended for Randolph

to defeat Humber the following
night and regain his title.

Crowd would have lapped it up.

MURDOCH:
Were you in the dressing room

immediately following
the final bout?

Yes.

I went in to get morphine.

I then retired to my office
to inject it.

And did you do so

wearing the mask
that Mr. Humber returned to you?

Heavens, no.

I'd never wear
such a foolish article.

So how did your syringe end up
in The Solid Man's possession?

He must have taken it
from my office.

Can't fathom why.

Well, I believe I've satisfied
your curiosity.

Gentlemen.

You believe him, sir?

I don't believe a single thing
he says, George.

His entire business
is built on deception.

You know,
Simon may be able to place him

at the scene of the crime.

Yes, George.

He could help us narrow down

who came out of the
dressing room with the mask.

Julia, I'm certain that Emily
and Lillian will come around

to appreciate what temperance
can do for us.

Maybe Emily is right.

Perhaps we have strayed too far
from our ideals.

We can advance our cause
by years,

even decades,
with their support.

A compromise here and there
is a small price to pay.

HAMILTON:
You're in my way.

I suppose so.

Miss Haile, Dr. Ogden.

Miss Hamilton.

Here is the campaign literature
I'd like for you to distribute.

It's rather exciting, isn't it?

Think of all the good we can do
for Toronto should we succeed.

Banning books?

Oh, yes.

Did you know our libraries
give children access

to the criminal writings
of such amoral libertines

as Mark Twain?

Frankly, I'd like to burn
his books.

Perhaps you ought to burn these
instead.

Pardon me?

I think it best that we
part ways, Miss Hamilton.

I cannot in good conscience
continue on

under the banner of temperance.

Thank you for your time,
Miss Hamilton.

It doesn't fit.
You see?

- It doesn't fit.
- Try harder, Mr. McAllister.

It's...

It's too small.

- If it doesn't fit --
-lt's not the same mask.

It's the one the masked man was
wearing in the ring that night.

But it's not the one the man
who signed my book was wearing.

McALLISTER:
There you have it, gentlemen.

It obvious you have no case
whatsoever.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to get back to ringside.

Enjoy the show, young man.

Mr. McAllister.

If you aren't the killer,

then why did you give us
two conflicting alibis?

- I did no such thing.
- Well, yes.

You told us you were out back
moving equipment

at the time of the murder
but then also told us

you were injecting yourself
with morphine

shortly after the match.

Moving heavy equipment
is hardly something one would do

after injecting themselves
with morphine.

MURDOCH:
Your story doesn't add up.

Who are you covering for?

I will not listen
to these slanderous accusations.

These people paid good money
to see a show,

and I intend to give them one.

Sir, the alibi
about moving equipment --

He didn't tell us that.

That came from Shane Tindall,
his equipment man.

Tindall wasn't alibiing
his employer.

He was alibiing himself.

[Bell chimes]

[Crowd shouting, men grunting]

Shane Tindall.
I'm looking for Shane Tindall.

- Shane Tindall?
- Does anybody...

Does anybody know Shane Tindall?

Edna, what are you doing here?

- Mother.
- What's he doing here?

He-- He's helping.
Don't worry.

Shane Tindall.
We're looking for Shane Tindall.

Shane Tindall?

[ Crowd cheering ]

VURUGU:
[ Growls ]

Good heavens.
Come in. Come in. Come in.

[ Crowd booing ]

VURUGU:
[ Growling ]

Ladies and gentlemen,

The Cossack appreciates
your concern.

Indeed he is injured,

but he's being tended to
in the dressing room

while we await
an ambulance carriage.

George, do you believe this
to be part of the act?

Sir, who could say anymore?

However, The Cossack has asked
that the show continue!

[ Crowd cheering ]

SIMON:
Come on, Marauder! Yeah!

Oh, come on, Marauder!

Oh!

[Grunts]

SIMON:
That's him.

That's the guy
who signed my book.

He's wearing the same mask.

CRABTREE:
Sir, that's Shane Tindall.

He's trying to hide
in plain sight!

George, what are you doing?

Stop right there!

Oh!

Wait.

[Grunts]

[ Crowd cheering ]

[ Straining ]
It's The Cossack!

[Grunts]

Are you okay?

Sir --
Sir, it's not Shane Tindall.

- It's The Cossack in a mask!
- SIMON: Careful, George!

It's The Cossack in a mask!

He'll be fine.

[Grunts]

No.

No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"L Groans ]
George!

- Hit him with this.
- Take the chair.

[ Crowd cheering ]

Edna, I hate to tell you this,
but it's as good a time as any.

The entire sport of wrestling
is fake!

Well, I know that, George.
Of course.

Do you really think I'd root for
people to hurt one another?

You just had me hit that man
in the head with a chair!

[Laughs]

[ Insects chirping ]

What do you want?
Get out of here.

Take this money and get lost.

I'm sorry, Mr. McAllister.
I only meant to help.

By killing my star attraction --
with my syringe no less!

I thought you hated
Handsome Randolph.

When I saw how angry you were,
I tried to cover my tracks.

By trying to frame
one of my other wrestlers.

I didn't mean for that
to happen!

I've always been loyal to you,
sir.

Which is the only reason
I'm not turning you in.

Driver, I never want to see
this man's face again.

Take him to Union Station.

How about Station House
Number Four instead?

Thank you for your confession.

Now, people, I'm just a
constable trying to do his job.

But that said, I will try to get
to each of you.

Can I have an autograph, too?
[Laughs]

Why, yes, young man.
I suppose I could manage that.

Julia.

Emily.

I heard what happened
with Miss Hamilton.

I'm sorry things
didn't work out.

Do you mind
if we skipped the apologies

and went straight
to the whiskey?

Whiskey?
[Laughs]

It seems there are
some mysteries of the morgue

I have yet to discover.

Will these do?

Brilliant.

Prohibition my eye.

To the Furious Four.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- Again?
- Of course.

-[ Exhales deeply]
- Ee.

[ Both laugh ]

One more.
I'm done working today.

Oh.
Just a second, Nevins.

What the bloody hell are you
doing here?

I thought you ran off
with my money.

Sir, this man stole your money?

Hold on there.
I haven't stolen anything.

I gave him my savings to invest.

Then he closed his barbershop
and disappeared.

You gave your savings
to your barber, sir?

Oh, don't you start, Murdoch.

As it happens, I know my way
around an investment.

I've done so well, in fact,
I decided to retire early.

Oh.
I see.

This is your investment account.

My wife doesn't like the idea.

She wants our money back in the
cookie jar, where it belongs.

Really?
I'm disappointed.

I'll cash you out tomorrow.

Detective, what about you?
I can make you a bundle.

- Real estate, perhaps?
- Oh.

Investing in property seems
somewhat foolhardy.

I don't see how home prices in
this city can continue to rise.

The stock market, then.

Oh, I'm quite happy with the
interest offered on my account

at the Post Office Savings Bank.

Thank you.

The loss is yours.

Gentlemen.

Sir, do you think he has any
idea what he's talking about?

All I know is
that according to Margaret,

the man can't even cut
bloody hair.

Sirs, you called for me?

Ah, Crabtree.

We wanted to compliment you
on a fine piece of work.

Yes.

Even if your diligence
did uncover

that professional wrestling
is a sham.

I doubt fans will continue
to follow it so feverishly

once the truth reaches them.

Nevertheless,
I think it's about time

you got measured for a new suit.

- Sir?
- Yes, George.

You've been serving in
a constables tunic long enough.

Sirs?

Don't be thick, buggerlugs.

There's an opening
at Station House Number Three

for a new detective.

I've put you forward.

They'd be lucky to have you,
George.