All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E02 REMUX.eng

I bagged that one
in darkest Africa.

Handsome beast.
Ferocious, I'd wager.

Africa?

I thought tigers
were native to India.

You could be right, my dear.

Africa, India...

It's terribly hard
to tell them apart.

Now, this beggar...
Different story altogether.

He was 200 yards away
if he was an inch.

Remind me again
as to why we're here.

- The guest speaker.
- Who is?

Well, that's the exciting part.
It's a surprise.

[ Sighs, chuckles ]

Thank you.

[ Laughs ]

I do appreciate this, Clarence.

- Appreciate what?
- Your sponsorship.

Oh, not a bother.

This club could use a few men
of your forthrightness.

We're all getting a bit stodgy
in our old age.

[ Laughs ]

Well, I want you to know
that we're both delighted.

When will Thomas know
if he's been accepted?

If my husband sponsored you,
acceptance is a mere formality.

MARGARET:
Oh! [ Giggles ]

Well, Clarence,

do you intend on letting
the cat out of the bag?

Whatever do you mean, Dick?

When are you going to tell us
who's regaling us this evening?

CLARENCE:
Oh, you'll find out soon enough.

Young Benson
is fetching him now.

Look at Margaret.

She looks like the cat
who ate the canary.

It's not everyone
who gets asked to be

a member of the Empire Club.

DR. OGDEN:
Why would the inspector

want to associate with them?

Perhaps it's to keep
the canary eater happy.

CLARENCE: Esteemed members
and honored guests.

It is my pleasure to announce
that our speaker will be here

in a matter of moments.

So if you could
all take your places.

Enough foolishness, Clarence.

I insist you tell us
whom we are here to hear.

All right.
All right.

Let me say that I have brought,
at great personal expense,

a most wonderful speaker
to start the series.

He is an acclaimed humorist

and world-renowned
travel diarist,

none other than Mark Twain!

Oh!

- Mark Twain?
- Mark Twain!

Have you gotten
your marbles mixed?!

This is outrageous!

Mark Twain in our club?
Over my dead body!

Bugger this.
I'm leaving.

You intercept that scoundrel.

You make sure
he doesn't set a foot in here!

Yes, sir.

Ah!

I'm guessing this is not
the surprise they expected.

- Thomas, what is going on?
- I don't know.

This is horrible.
He was your sponsor.

Murdoch, what's this all about?

- I...
- [ Gasps ]

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mark Twain.

[ Applause and booing ]

MAN: Go home!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Go back to America, Twain!
We don't want you here!

- God save the king!
- Please...

- TWAIN: Thank you.
- For king and country!

You don't belong here!

Ladies and gentlemen,
what a pleasure it is

to be a guest
in your esteemed city.

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Women screaming ]

- MURDOCH: Is anyone hurt?
- MARGARET: Thomas!

BRACKENREID:
Margaret, stay close.

Mr. Twain, are you all right?

I believe
I'll need another drink.

- Splendid idea.
- Oh, Thomas.

44 caliber.

Please thank Dr. Ogden
for escorting Margaret home.

Yes, of course.

Sir, did you hear
anything of note?

No one appears
to have seen anything.

- And you believe them?
- No reason not to. We didn't.

Right.

BENSON: May I escort Mr. Twain
back to his hotel?

Worsley, please escort the two
gentlemen back to their hotel.

Mr. Twain, welcome to Canada.

Well, it was a robust one.
[ Chuckles ]

Yes.

I'll be needing to ask you

further questions
in the morning.

Yes, of course.

Have you taken leave
of your senses?

He's the author of "Tom Sawyer"
and "Huckleberry Finn."

I didn't expect...

WILSON: Mr. Twain is also
the vice president

of the Anti-Imperialist League
and a critic of His Majesty.

Why in God's name
did you book him?

I may not have
researched him thoroughly.

WILSON:
[ Exhales sharply ] You, sir,

are the master
of understatement.

- Mr. Wilson.
- Yes.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

I would like a list
of all of your members

that were present this evening.

You surely don't think
one of us...

At the moment,
no one is above suspicion.

I trust you will be discreet
about this.

Of course we will, sir.

I'll procure you the list.

Chin up, Thomas.

I don't think
this will change anything.

Mr. Fanshaw, why did you object
to Mr. Twain's presence?

The man is a bounder,
pure and simple.

Could you expand on that?

Do you know what he says
about our way of life?

He calls it
the most grotesque swindle

ever perpetrated by man.

He all but proclaims
our beloved king a devil.

So he deserves to be shot?

I heard you were
an ex-military man, as am I.

What do you think?

W... Uh, well...
Uh...

Mr. Fanshaw,
members of the club

have stated
that you carry a weapon.

FANSHAW: I do.
What of it?

May we see it?

It's in my locker
at the club.

You're more than welcome
to examine it.

But I did not shoot
at the man.

In fact,
I wasn't even in the room

when the scoundrel was shot at.

I was at the bar,
trying to gather my composure.

Norman will vouch for me.
Gentlemen.

Well, I suppose
she forgot the date.

- What are you on about, Henry?
- Mary Lawrence.

She was to accompany me to
the musical theater last night.

What have you got there?

Oh, I had them made
after my promotion.

- When you were in jail.
- CRABTREE: Right. Subtle.

Anyhow, I-I went
to collect her last night,

and her flatmate said
she'd left for the evening.

Mary Lawrence... This is the one
with the sick mother?

She's always sick!

Every time I call on her,
her mother's on her deathbed.

I suggested perhaps she should
retire to the country.

Perhaps the clean air
would sort...

- Mark Twain.
- Excuse me?

Thomas Jefferson Snodgrass.

W. Epaminondas Adrastus Blab.

Sergeant Fathom.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens.

Mark Twain!

Mr. Twain,
it's an honor to meet you.

The honor is both yours
and mine.

Oh, there's no need
to say that.

George Crabtree,
constable third class.

I used to be first class...
Constable first class...

But I made
a rather unfortunate choice

which led to a series
of blunders from which I...

I'm prattling.

You're here to see some of

the detective's inventions,
I'll wager.

No, no, no.
Somebody shot at me yesterday.

Well, it's a good thing
they missed, I should say.

Mr. Twain.
Thank you for coming in.

George, Henry, I need you to go
to the Empire Club

and search
Richard Fanshaw's locker.

Sir.

- What are we looking for, sir?
- A gun.

Preferably one
that's been recently fired.

Right this way.

- Good day to you, Mr. Twain.
- Good to meet you, son.

Henry, we've just met
one of the greatest writers

the world's ever seen.

George, do you think
it might be possible

that Miss Lawrence is
purposely avoiding me?

[ Sighs ]

Mr. Twain,
given your political leanings,

did you not consider that
your speaking at the Empire Club

could be seen as, uh,
a provocative act?

Are you saying that whoever
shot at me had the right to?

Of course not.

I must say I was surprised that
the organization booked me.

As was I,

seeing as you have described
the monarchy as slave owners

who obtained wealth
by stealing it.

Close.

But what
I actually said was...

"I believe

I should really see the end
of what is surely

the grotesquest
of all swindles

ever invented by man...

The monarchy."

You don't agree?

We are ruled by Britain.

Your comments may be viewed
by some as offensive.

Well, if it makes you
feel any better,

I don't think of my own
government as different.

I am an anti-imperialist,
and as such,

I am opposed to having
the eagle put its talons

on any other land.

So you're unpopular
both home and abroad.

You think it's possible someone
followed you here to Toronto?

It's possible.

Given my points of view,
it's somewhat of a surprise

that someone
hasn't shot at me before.

And to what do I owe
the pleasure?

I've been reviewing your
application for membership.

And?

You're a strong candidate.

Thank you.

I've canceled Mr. Twain's
engagement at our club.

Considering the circumstances,
that's a wise move.

I would dearly love

to see that man
ridden out of town on a rail.

These self-proclaimed
champions of the people

are nothing but a menace.

Well, I don't exactly
have the authority.

You're a police inspector, sir.

What more authority do you need?
A royal warrant?

The membership review committee
meets in a few days.

Good day.

You would think Miss Lawrence
would be interested...

You know, me being a constable
first class and all now.

You'd think.

I'll admit it is nice to have

a few extra dollars
in the pay packet.

Trumper's and Truefitt, George.

Rose mouthwash!
The royal family uses this.

Henry!

[ Spritzing ]

Nothing.

Excuse me, George?

Forget it.

Let's go check out
behind the club, Henry.

And put that back.

Margaret?

- Oh!
- What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm just so excited,
Thomas.

- Have you heard any news yet?
- No.

Oh.
But I just saw Mr. Wilson leave.

Have you been spying on me,
woman?

I just happened to see him leave
as I was arriving.

Oh, I don't mean to pry,
Thomas,

I'm just atwitter
about the possibility.

Margaret Brackenreid married
to a member of the Empire Club?

[ Laughs ] It'll certainly
shut Verna up.

Why are you so worried
about bloody Verna?

Oh, it's just her
and her gazebo.

If I hear another word...

I don't know why you insist
on trying to keep up

with Verna bloody Jones.

- Now, come on.
- Oh, Thomas.

It is foul back here.

I didn't notice, Henry.
All I can smell is you.

Perhaps you can continue here,

and I'll check
the locker rooms again.

You go ahead and do that,
Henry.

I'll go ahead
and bring in the evidence.

I'll take that.

I was a riverboat captain
for two years,

until the War of the States
broke out.

That's when
I took my pen name.

Do tell.

"Mark twain"!

Means 12 foot of water,
safe for sailing.

Seemed an appropriate moniker

to launch
my literary adventuring.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

And after that,

it was Virginia City
and the silver rush.

William went to the Klondike.

The gold rush.

- Indeed.
- Make any money?

Can't say I did.

Neither did I!
[ Laughs ]

Unfortunately, the story
of my life lately.

Constable Crabtree says
you're something of a tinkerer.

DR. OGDEN:
Oh, he's more than that.

William is an inventor.

I daresay if he ever left
the police force,

he could give Mr. Tesla
a run for his money.

Julia,
I hardly think that...

TWAIN: Inventions.

I put all my money
in a brand-new printing press.

The Paige Compositor.

Left me destitute.

Hence the dog and pony show
I'm currently on.

I've got hundreds of creditors
on my back.

Are any of those creditors
from Toronto?

Well, uh, poss...

Y-You don't think...

Two main motives for murder,
Mr. Twain...

Love and money.

Anything of interest?

Henry's found the weapon.

It's been recently fired

and matches the caliber
of the bullets we retrieved.

- Is it Fanshaw's?
- It is.

But his alibi still holds up.

So anyone could have used it.

Do you know if Mr. Twain is
planning on leaving town soon?

I... I don't think so.

It would be in his
best interests if he did.

Perhaps you could persuade him.

May I ask why?

The Empire Club
would like him gone.

They've made that
quite clear to me.

And you would like to
secure your membership.

Hear me out, Murdoch.
Just hear me out.

I give my wife
more grief than good.

She would dearly love
a taste of high society,

and I'd like to give her it.

I'll tell Mr. Twain

that our investigation
can proceed without him.

Thank you, Murdoch.
[ Clicks tongue ]

You two are lucky people.

What makes you say that?

Well, you seem to be
in a relationship of equals.

My wife, Livy, has been
by my side my entire life.

A true partner.

I've heard of her
by reputation.

She's dying now.

Been dying
since my daughter died.

Mr. Twain, I'm so sorry.

And we're broke.

Due in no small part
to reckless ways.

That Empire job
would have paid well.

There must be people
who want to hear you.

Well, I did secure an engagement
in Albany,

but the job pays nothing.

Mr. Twain,
I have a proposition.

I'd like to pay you
for a series of lectures

to the Dominion Women's
Enfranchisement Association.

I hear you're a supporter.

TWAIN: Yes.

Julia, the last time Mr. Twain
tried to take the podium,

he was shot at.

It's not wise.

So you would rather
he run and hide

than exercise his right
to free speech?

Of course not.

I'm merely suggesting
that Toronto may not be

the most hospitable venue
for his views.

Then what better place
to express them.

I doubt
there's a more useless endeavor

than preaching
to the already converted.

BRACKENREID: Your wife?

She's hired him for a series
of speaking engagements.

The man
is desperate for money.

So he's staying, then?

For the foreseeable future,
yes.

Bollocks.

And that's all of them?

All I can recall.

These people who invested
in your schemes

did so of their own free will?

I have surprising powers
of persuasion.

Mr. Twain, do you really need
to speak at this engagement?

My wife is dying.

I've squandered
her fortune and mine.

I need to offer her
some comfort

after all she's done for me.

So, yes, sir...

...I need to speak
at this engagement.

I'll look into this.
I'll be right back.

Gentlemen, I'd like you to find
out the whereabouts of these men

the night that Mr. Twain
was intended to speak.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

I'll take Mr. Bertrand,
Mr. Potts, and Mr. Hendrickson.

Whoa. Let me have
a look at that, George.

I am constable first class now.

Right you are, Henry.
I apologize.

I will get...

...the others.

You can have Hendrickson.

He lives almost 10 miles
out of town.

Oh, I'm aware of that.

Then why would you volunteer?

Because he lives right next to.

Mrs. Hampshire's
Finishing School.

Mary Lawrence went there.

- Did she?
- For a time.

She left. She said the women
there were of easy virtue.

Oh, indeed.

And if I recall correctly,
today is laundry day.

I remember once
Jackson and I had to reprimand

a couple of them for wandering
around in their unmentionables.

- Did you?
- Yes.

And they were from France...
Uh, the unmentionables.

Parisian undergarments.

Well, allow me
to save you the trip.

- Mm?
- [ Spritzing ]

I could use
a brisk bicycle ride.

It's a shame that you don't have
a fence that needs painting.

That was last summer, sir.

Mr. Twain.
Could I have a word?

So this is where you do
the king's bidding?

I simply enforce
the criminal code.

I apologize.
I was trying for humor.

I fail as much as I succeed.

You've ruffled a few feathers.

Beg your pardon?

I said,
you've ruffled a few feathers.

I suppose I have.

And you've put your own life
at risk.

Perhaps it would be for the best
if you were to leave town.

I speak out against injustice,

no matter
what side of the border.

Imperialism...
British or American...

Is a scourge on this earth.

It is our duty
to civilize these people.

Oof.

Your white man's burden
is an insult, sir.

What right do we have to impose
our way of life on other people?

America lied
to the Filipino people.

Promised them liberation,
delivered tyranny.

You sound like a traitor, sir.

No.

I simply protest

when the powers that be
do something wrong.

I doubt there's
anything traitorous about that.

- You feel you have the right?
- Of course I have the right.

You have the right.
I have the right.

We're free men, sir.

You live in a new country.

One that could
chart its own course.

Why would you willfully labor
under the yoke of scoundrels?

- My king is a scoundrel?
- [ Laughs ]

All kings are scoundrels.

Mr. Brackenreid,
you seem like a good man.

You don't deserve
to have a master.

Why am I in here?

Mr. Hendrickson,
the constable who spoke with you

said you became agitated
at the mention of Mark Twain.

As such,
I'd like a few words.

If you want to know
my personal feelings

toward Mr. Twain,
I can be most clear.

I hate the man.

Enough to kill?

If I could do it
without consequence, certainly.

The man lied to me.
Took every penny I had.

I may have been a fool,
but he was a thief.

Yes, Mr. Twain convinced you
to invest

in the Paige Compositor.

It was going to
change the world,

revolutionize
the printing process.

It was a sure thing, he said.

The only sure thing about it
was penury.

I have to ask...

Do you know what this is?

It's a Webley & Scott.
Military issue.

But it certainly isn't mine.

It looks like Fanshaw's.

You knew he kept it
at the club, yes?

He usually pulled it out
when regaling us

with stories of
the Battle of Rorke's Drift.

"Zulus to the left of us,
Zulus to the right of us."

That sort of thing.

But I was nowhere near the club
that night.

The club?

That's where the shooting was.

How do you know that?

The newspapers.

Well, the shooting was never
reported to the press.

It certainly
wasn't made public.

Club President Wendel Wilson
made sure of that.

Then I must have heard it
from one of the members.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you

to stay here, Mr. Hendrickson.

[ Sighs ]

Mark Twain?

He's supported suffrage
for years.

- Oh, so an intelligent man.
- Yes.

Will you still be here
to see him?

- I don't leave for a week yet.
- I envy you.

London is going to be
such an adventure.

Won't it?

I... I just wonder sometimes

why I just grasp
at the next new thing.

Shouldn't I have a plan?

You're young.
Plans are for the old.

That's why
I've never made any.

Now, Mr. Wilson, have you
ever seen this man before?

Of course.

That's Randolph Hendrickson,
a member.

Seriously in arrears.

I see.

And was he at the club
the night of the shooting?

I'm not sure. But he was there
earlier in the day.

Clearing out his locker,
I believe.

Thank you.

I'll need you
to sign a statement

confirming what
you've just told me.

Of course.

- Murdoch, we have a problem.
- What is it, sir?

There's been a shooting
at Mr. Twain's hotel room.

I opened the door.
The man started firing.

Can you describe him?

I didn't have my glasses.
It all happened so quickly.

I was going to give chase,

and then I saw young Benson
on the floor.

Did you see anything?

All I saw was the gun.

Are you all right?

I stumbled when I tried
to get out of the way.

Both Mr. Hendrickson
and Mr. Wilson were with me

at the moment
the shots were fired.

Despite Wilson's objections,

somebody could have been acting
on their behalf.

Buggerlugs does have a point.

And besides, Hendrickson did
lie about being at the club.

What about Fanshaw?

I checked his alibi.
It still holds up.

George, have you questioned
Mr. Potts?

- No, sir.
- Please do.

And also question
any remaining folks

who may have invested in schemes
at Mr. Twain's behest.

Sir, shouldn't we still
be looking into the club?

I mean,
it seems the most likely place.

Oh, I intend to.

Henry, I'd like you to apply for
membership at the Empire Club.

Sir!

George, Henry's worked hard
on this case.

He brought in Mr. Hendrickson.
He found the gun.

Besides, have you taken
a whiff of him lately?

[ Sniffs ]

Smells like a bloody toff.
[ Chuckles ]

Smell.

[ British accent ] Henry James.

Of James, James,
Jarvis, and James.

Ah.

And your uncle is a member
of the Royal Victorian Order?

Indeed. Uncle Clive served
Her Majesty until her death.

Ah.

And you're recently emigrated?

Scant months ago, yes.

- Homesick?
- Oh, I shall adjust.

But I do sometimes think
that the only soil

worth standing on
is British soil.

I concur.

But you'll soon see
this place as British soil.

It does seem
a most genteel environment.

Take a look around,
ask some questions.

I believe some of our younger
members may be around today.

Oh.
Thank you, sir.

[ Laughter ]

It's a grand country, really.

Once you get used to
the bloody winters.

- And the colonials.
- That takes some doing.

I hear you had a rather infamous
one of them in here recently.

A Mr. Twain.

That was
Clarence Eldridge's doing.

The old man's dotty.

Didn't even know who he was.

But Mr. Wilson got that
scoundrel out the door

with hardly a fare-thee-well.

And lucky for him.

I would have loved to introduce
him to a proper pair of dukes.

[ Laughter ]

Yes.

I heard through the grapevine
that shots may have been fired.

No one was hurt.

Still, I imagine it would have
made for a riotous evening.

You've heard Mr. Twain
is speaking this evening.

- Here?
- Here?

A speech about allowing women
the right to vote?

Mr. Wilson says
that speech will occur

over his dead body.

His?
Or Mr. Twain's?

[ Both chuckle ]

Really they seem nothing more
than a bunch of blowhards

with an appetite
for port, sir,

although I did hear that some
members of the Empire Club

plan to disrupt
Mr. Twain's speech.

Oh?

So, sir, I thought maybe
I should go back

and investigate further,
as it were.

Get back in uniform, Henry.

Sir.

I could get used to this.

Good for you, Henry.

Miss Lawrence is excited
about the news

that I'm soon to be a member
of the Empire Club.

Is that right?

I assume her mother's health
has taken a turn for the better.

It has indeed.

Did you question
the rest of the investors

as the detective asked?

Yes, I did.
In fact, here are my notes.

Why don't you take credit
for those as well?

Well, whatever do you mean,
George?

[ Indistinct talking ]

I would rather
this didn't proceed.

William, you sound like a
phonograph that's become stuck.

Julia, I don't want you
on the stage with him.

William, I'm going to be
on stage.

Dr. Ogden,
I agree with the detective.

Keep in mind,
whoever's gunning for Mr. Twain

does not seem to be
a very good shot.

Thank you very much, George.

You realize the Empire Club
has half of the city up in arms.

What a surprise.

Anytime anyone in Toronto
suggests anything progressive,

half the city is up in arms!

I'm just not sure
it is necessary

to have a man
advocating for our cause.

- You are a sour one.
- I am not.

I just believe we women
are more than capable

of stating our own case.

We can state it all we want,

but it makes no matter
if no one is listening.

- I suppose so.
- Did you just agree with me?

- I suppose I did.
- We are making progress.

What is happening here?
Excuse me.

Let us pass.

- Go home.
- No, we shall not.

Now let us pass.

There will be no lecture
tonight, I'm afraid.

Move out of our way, sir,
or I shall be forced to...

- Hit me with your handbag?
- [ Men chuckling ]

- Give it your best.
- Stand aside, Mr. Wilson.

Look at this rabble.

Send them home.

Did you not hear me?

Send them home
and call off this lecture.

Move out of our way.

Oi, watch it!

Do I need remind you
what's at stake here?

No, you don't. Now, please clear
out of the way, Mr. Wilson.

If you and your friends
want to attend the event,

buy a ticket
like the rest of them.

If not,
stop being a nuisance.

You're not calling off
this lecture?

Have you got wax in your ears?
Move along.

Otherwise, you'll be spending
a night in my cells.

You, sir, have just made
yourself a very dangerous enemy.

Oh, I've made worse.

I hope you realize I am formally
rescinding my sponsorship.

Oh, move along, Eldridge,
you old codger.

- [ Women laughing ]
- WOMAN: Serves him right!

Ladies...

- Inspector.
- Thank you.

Wow.

Mr. Twain,
perhaps this wasn't a good idea.

Perhaps I should tell them
that you've taken ill.

I can't do that.
Look at that crowd.

William has often accused me
of being impulsive.

Perhaps he's right.

Are you ready, Mr. Twain?

I certainly am.

[ Applause ]

Keep your eyes open, George.

DR. OGDEN:
Ladies and gentlemen,

it is my great honor
to introduce to you

one of America's
finest men of letters,

the author of
"The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,".

"The Adventures
of Huckleberry Finn,"

and countless essays,
both literary and scholarly.

Please welcome Mr. Mark Twain.

[ Applause ]

TWAIN: Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, ladies.
And gentlemen.

Your welcome is a lot warmer
than the one I received earlier.

- [ Laughter ]
- And a lot less dangerous.

[ Chuckles ]

You know, when you've
lived as long as I have,

you have the right
to change your mind.

And that's what I'm gonna do
here tonight.

I'm gonna change the minds
of those of you

who believe that women should
not have the right to vote.

WOMAN: Thank you.

Let me read you something.

"I never want to see
the women voting,

and gabbling about politics,
and electioneering.

There is something revolting
in the thought.

Let your natural bosses
do the voting."

[ Audience murmuring ]

Well, those are my words.
That's what I believed.

Until I met my wife,
Olivia Langdon.

After that meeting,

I came to believe that a woman
is always right.

[ Laughter and applause ]

And I became
a women's rights man.

You know, if women
held the right to vote,

the world would not be
in the state it's in.

[ Applause ]

I am prepared to speak

until I have convinced
every single one of you.

Mr. Benson, would you?

- My mother...
- [ Gunshot ]

[ Women screaming ]

George, upstairs!

Bloody hell.

I'll get him to the morgue,
Julia.

Let the detective know
my report will be on his desk.

Thank you, Emily.

Are you all right, Mr. Twain?

The fault is all mine.

No, the blame
can be shared equally.

I should never
have suggested this.

If they hadn't
attempted it here,

they would have attempted it
somewhere else.

BRACKENREID: We'll find out
who did this, Mr. Twain.

Some of the members
from the Empire Club

were outside the building.

One of those buggers
will be responsible for this.

Sir. Shall I escort Mr. Twain
back to his hotel?

Yes, please, George.

And stand guard for the night.
Be vigilant.

Sir. Mr. Twain.

[ Sighs ]

The fatal shot
came from up here.

It was an easy shot.

It would've been like
shooting fish in a barrel.

He should have succeeded
this time.

Yes.
He should have.

TWAIN:
I am prepared...

...to convince
every single one of you.

BRACKENREID:
He should never have missed.

[ Women screaming ]

Sir.

What if Mr. Twain was never
the intended target?

The young lad.
Benson.

He appears to be the only one
unfortunate enough

to have been struck
by a bullet.

Mr. Twain, why was Mr. Benson
in your employ?

How do you mean?

Well, he was an employee
at the Empire Club.

He left that position
to work with me.

Forgive me for asking, but you
mentioned you were broke.

How could you afford
to pay him?

He agreed
to work on commission.

He would find me
speaking engagements

and take a percentage.

Why would he leave a job at one
of the finest clubs in the city

and give up
a regular paycheck?

Well, he would have
made more with me.

He had already found us
several speeches.

We... We were to go to, uh...
To St. Louis

after the speech tonight.

That boy
was a smooth operator.

You had conversations with him.
Did he have any enemies?

Only thing he ever
said to me was that his time

with the Empire Club
was short-lived.

That it was
time for him to move on.

Why?

I don't know.
I'm sorry.

Perhaps another visit to
the Empire Club is in order.

MURDOCH:
Then maybe we should send in

our own smooth operator.

You'll need to find out

everything you can
about Mr. Benson.

HIGGINS: Yes, sir.

Um, what would
you like to know exactly?

BRACKENREID:
How about if anyone there

would have been inclined
to murder him.

Well, of course, sir.

Um, I was wondering
if I shouldn't bring

a female companion.

It could provide
an excellent cover...

It's a men's club!

Well, quite right.

- Damn shame.
- That it is.

But life goes on.

For some of us, at least.

Barkeep.

Yes.
What can I get for you?

And you are?

Samuel. Samuel Langhorne.
I'm the new man.

Good to meet you, Samuel.

Could you prepare me
a gimlet?

A gimlet.
Yes, of course.

Let's see if he prepares one
as well as Benson.

Uh, a gimlet.
Um...

Well, obviously he can't.

Uh, do you prefer fresh limes,
sir, or cordial?

[ Laughter ]

Fresh, of course.

Very good.
You were having us on.

To Benson.

He was a good 'un.

You're speaking of the man
I'm replacing, I assume?

We are, indeed.

But no one
will ever replace Benson.

Gentlemen, I assure you,
I've tended bar

in some of the finest
establishments in all the land.

I'm sure you mix a fine drink.

But Benson could do
so much more.

You could always count on him.

- For a favor.
- An alibi.

Spot of female comfort.

When he himself
wasn't comforting females.

[ Laughter ]

Very good.

FANSHAW:
I'm sometimes surprised

he lasted here
as long here as he did,

considering some of
his escapades.

- Escapades?
- Hello, fellows.

Ah, James.
Come over here.

We're having a bit of a wake
for our dear departed.

- [ Grunting ]
- Sir, please, allow me...

Thank you, sir.

Anything I can get
for you, sir?

Scotch and water.

- Any brand you prefer?
- Scottish.

These escapades
you were speaking of...

Well, far be it from me
to gossip, but...

- Good work, George.
- Thank you, sir.

Even if you weren't authorized
to do so.

Sir, I felt
I needed to remind you

that I'm capable of dealing
with anything

that's thrown at me,
despite my rank.

George, you're constable
third class in name only.

We all know that.

Why did you book Mr. Twain?

He's a renowned humorist.
A world traveler.

And an enemy
of the British Empire.

I didn't know that.

Mr. Eldridge,
you may enjoy acting the fool,

but don't play me for one.

You knew all about
Mr. Twain's reputation,

and you knew
it would cause a stir.

Thomas, I realize
you must be upset,

but I had no choice

but to withdraw
my offer of sponsorship.

I don't give two monkeys
about your sponsorship.

I believe that you knew
Mr. Twain's visit

would cause
a great deal of commotion.

And in a commotion,
many things can happen.

And indeed they did.

But I wouldn't
ever have suspected

that a member of our club...

I recall you telling me
you shot that gnu.

- I did.
- 200 yards if it was an inch.

Indeed.

A pistol's
a different proposition

altogether, though, isn't it?

I would imagine.

I think you now know that
for a fact.

Why did you assign Mr. Benson
to be Mr. Twain's minder?

He was an able young fellow.

He was an excellent concierge
at the club,

as well as a fine bartender.

I knew he'd be able to make
Mr. Twain's stay comfortable.

He was known to make
a lot of people comfortable.

- Isn't that true?
- Yes, it's a shame to lose him.

Is it?
How's Clarissa taking it?

Excuse me?

BRACKENREID:
Your wife, Clarissa.

Almost 30 years your junior.
[ Chuckles ]

How is she feeling
about Mr. Benson's death?

Why are you bringing my wife
into this?

Because she's at the center
of it, isn't she?

She is not.

Your wife had been seeing
young Benson for some time.

I imagine you might have
been able to handle it,

but when the rest of the club
found out,

they looked on you
as a laughingstock.

The wife
of a member of the Empire Club

sleeping with a lowly bartender
and not caring who knew.

- You don't know that.
- Men talk to bartenders.

Even more than they do
their priests.

We know exactly what your wife
was doing with Mr. Benson.

And you knew it too,
didn't you?

I told her to stop.

But she wouldn't,
so you killed Benson instead!

Mr. Twain was nothing more
than a diversion.

Look on the bright side,
Clarence.

She won't be
sleeping with him anymore.

You really said that
to Mr. Wilson?

- Indeed I did.
- Thomas...

Now, Margaret, I know that
you're probably upset.

You did the right thing.

Your honor
is far more important

than associating
with a bunch of windbags.

So you're satisfied
with the odd policeman's ball?

More than satisfied.

Besides, you'd have probably
been kicked out of there

within two weeks anyway.

What about Verna Jones' gazebo?

Didn't you hear?

It burned down
in a mysterious fire.

I will give Nikola your best
next time I see him.

Please do.

And Dr. Ogden,
I do hope you'll be successful.

We will be, one day.

And, Inspector,
I owe you an apology.

An autograph will suffice,
Mr. Twain.

They rejected me.

The Empire Club?

Apparently my thievery
was noted.

You didn't say anything,
did you, George?

Of course not.

And, Henry,
all they would've had to do

was take a whiff of you.

TWAIN:
Constable Crabtree,

you strike me as a man
with a nimble mind.

Thank you, sir.

This work of yours
shows some promise.

- You read it?
- I started it.

Got any more in you?

I don't know. I haven't much
felt like writing lately.

Ohh!

You spent some time
in penitentiary.

Lost a fiancée.

- Indeed.
- Take it from me, son.

Reality can be beaten
with enough imagination.

Go to it.

Thank you, Mr. Twain.