All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries s14e09 The 38 Murdoch Special.eng

Hey! Guess what I have for you?

Whoa! Thank you.

Bye.

- Momo!
- There you are!

There you... are. I got something
for you this morning, Nomi.

No. I keep saying I
don't need noth... No.

This, this is too
nice. It looks valuable.

- You can sell it.
- It made me think of you, so it's for you.

Thank you.

- I got to go, yeah?
- Oh, walk with me.

What's the hurry?

I'm meeting a man down
at the public house.

Who?

It's a job, girl. I'll see you tomorrow.

Caught in the blaze.
Proprietor, perhaps?

Could be. The only body
found by the firemen.

Miss Hart, are congratulations in order?

I suppose they are.

Well, I'm sure the
wedding will be lovely.

- It was.
- Sir.

There's a room in the
back. It's also burned out.

- Anything of interest?
- Yes. These.

Pipe...

Part of an opium lamp.

There are lots of them in there, sir.

Right. An opium den.

Well, not much of one. I only
found the one tin of opium.

Blue Dragon opium.

Well, that's likely the
cause of the blaze, then.

He was smoking and then

knocked over the lamp as he fell asleep.

Strange that no one else
was in there, though.

- Detective.
- Miss Hart?

I think you may want to
reconsider your cause of death.

This man didn't die in the fire.

He'd been shot in the back of the head.

What?

His name Lai. George Lai.

He my cousin.

George Lai. He was a pawn broker?

Buy, sell, yes.

- And opium?
- No.

There was an opium den
in the back of the shop.

He sell before.

Opium den.

Chinatown.

Beautiful den, very lavish.

Before new law come.

Then he close opium den.

Evidence strongly suggests
that it was still in operation.

It's likely what caused the fire.

He stop.

Before, yes.

Very good opium. Now,

no more opium!

38 special.

As common as they come.

Doesn't tell us much.

No murder weapon was found
at the scene of the crime,

so the killer is likely still armed.

I did find this in his waistcoat.

Seems the wool shielded
it from the fire.

It's a rail cargo manifest.

It seems he was expecting a rather
large shipment of camera lenses.

HART: At a pawn shop? That's unusual.

Indeed.

- You're welcome.
- MURDOCH: Thank you.

You don't think it was
camera lenses at all.

You think it was a shipment of opium.

But the Opium Law has forced
the entire trade underground.

Sodding bureaucrats. They just
want the money from the citations.

Well, sir, opium addiction is a
dangerous vice. It ruins lives.

So does alcohol.

So does love.

What's your bloody point, Watts?

And what are you doing
sitting there like Jack Horner?

Oh, I don't care for laws
intended only to curtail

individual behaviour
in pursuit of morality.

In this case, perhaps
the law was put into place

to protect people from a vice
that would otherwise consume them.

BRACKENREID: Doesn't make
sense, though, does it?

We fought wars for
the right to sell opium

and now we're handing out
fines to people who smoke

the same stuff that
the King sells in China

to fund the bloody navy.
It's totally illogical!

The hypocrisy is difficult to reconcile.

But the law is now the law.

And the law possibly led to murder.

Nomi. What a pleasant surprise.
What are you doing here?

I need your help.

It's my friend, Momo. He's gone missing.

All right. Who is he?

He's a ragpicker from the Ward.

I see him on his usual
route in the morning,

but this morning he didn't come by.

So, you saw him yesterday then?

Yes. He said he was
going straight to the pub,

but when I went there to check
in, they said he never came by.

That's not unusual.

Ragpickers often attract
the attention of the police.

Did you check with your
local Station House?

- I don't feel comfortable going to the police.
- Why not?

Well, people like me, for one
thing, aren't taken seriously.

Mm. I'll ask around.
I'm sure he'll turn up.

Thank you.

Not exactly a model
citizen this Momo, is he?

Nah, he's not such a bad guy.

We've come to know him
fairly good, though.

One of many. It's the Ward.

And he's not in your cells right now?

Haven't seen him in a few
days, so far as I can recall.

- Sir.
- Tom,

to what do we owe the pleasure?

Inspector Decker. Good
morning to you, sir.

Your constables were just giving
me some information on a criminal.

- I've had trouble finding him. This chap.
- Oh, they were, were they?

Well, I hope they were helpful.

Mamadu Shadd.

He's a ragpicker. He probably got
in a spot of trouble, left town.

My thoughts precisely.

Hey, Tom.

Next time you need something,
come to me, will you?

NOMI: These charges are
all for public drunkenness

and selling things on the sabbath.

He's not a criminal. He's just poor.

Whoa!

Oh!

Miss Nomi, Miss Nomi!
Have you seen Momo?

He said he was going to
bring us a new ball today.

He's away today, but he'll be back soon.

And I know you two aren't playing
ball on a Sunday, anyhow, are you?

- No, Ma'am.
- NOMI: Very well. Carry on then.

As I said, not a criminal.

People like him find
trouble all the time.

He probably had to
leave town for a while.

That isn't like him. He has no
enemies. He never hurt anyone.

Or maybe you don't know him
as well as you think you do.

Even if that is true, I'm worried.

I want to find him.

I heard someone say they thought
they'd seen him in Rosedale.

Nomi, he'll turn up. Just drop it.

Can I keep this?

Make sure you don't lose it!

- MURDOCH: What is it?
- It's mayonnaise.

From a jar!

It's brand new. It's
all the rage, apparently.

Should there be other
ingredients with the mayonnaise?

William, just try it!

Well?

- Well, it's something.
- So, how goes the case?

Have you found your murderer yet?

No. But we found a great deal of
opium paraphernalia in Mr. Lai's shop.

Although only one actual tin of opium,

the Blue Dragon brand.

- Sounds exotic.
- Hm.

Mr. Lai had recently
received a large shipment

of camera lenses from British Columbia.

I can find no manufacturer on record

that makes camera lenses
in British Columbia.

But Blue Dragon opium comes from a
refinery just outside of Vancouver.

So, you think it was stolen.

Someone knew he was receiving
a shipment and robbed him?

And, in the process, killed him,
burned down his shop to cover it up.

CARMICHAEL: Good morning, dearest wife.

Your husband comes bearing gifts.

HART: We're on the front page.

We will be.

Tomorrow's paper.

But, ah, what do you think? Do you, ah,

like seeing yourself in print?

It's not the first time.

But do you like it?

I do.

Good.

Well, the Gazette will
run something, too.

I'm working on getting
it above the fold.

If this hasn't been printed
yet could we make some changes?

My friend, Rolph Dalhousie,
owns the bloody rag.

You have it say anything you like.

_

Good. I want it to say,

"Mrs. Carmichael is now the
wealthiest woman in Canada."

Well, I'm not sure that's
true. I mean, we're rich, but...

If people believe it to be
true, then what's the difference?

Oh! I fixed the headline.

I love it.

NOMI: Have you seen this man?

Are you sure?

I beg your pardon!
Have you seen this man?

What are you doing here, Miss?

- I'm looking for my friend.
- Where are you from?

- I'm from the Ward.
- Well, you're a long way from the Ward.

How'd he get here?

- Where?
- Rosedale.

You're not from this neighbourhood.

Well, I took a hansom.

Excursions are also not
permitted on Sundays.

Are you serious? I've seen many
other people taking hansoms all day.

I'm going to have to take
you on down to the station.

No. That's completely ridiculous.

- Ma'am.
- Get your hands off me!

- Stop this! I've done nothing wrong!
- That's enough.

Enough!

Sir, you're hurting me.

I didn't do anything!

Stop this! Let me go!

I've done nothing wrong!

Oh, Doctor!

There's something I was
hoping to speak with you about.

Yes?

Are you familiar with the work
of a Dr. Von Schrenck-Notzing?

Ah, the psychiatrist? Yes.

He works with hypnosis, does he not?

Hypnosis and deviant
sexual impulses. Yes.

He boasts a perfect success
rate with his patients.

That seems suspect

considering what he claims to cure.

Well, perhaps it is. Nonetheless.

Are you asking something from me?

You have experience working
with hypnosis, do you not?

Some.

Then I would like you to treat me.

You are aware of my...

- Yes, I'm aware.
- Then you understand what I'm asking.

- Well, I do. But I...
- Please.

Please just consider it.

I need your help.

- What the bloody hell happened?
- I was arrested for being coloured.

- The constable said you hit him.
- After he grabbed me.

They saw a coloured woman in Rosedale

and they found a reason to
arrest me, simple as that.

None of this would have happened
if you'd just dropped it.

None of this would have happened
if you agreed to help me.

- Well, what are you waiting for? Come on. Let's go.
- Where?

To find your friend.

Yeah. That's my signature.

So you received this
shipment at the railway port?

Suppose I did.

You don't remember?

I receive a lot of
shipments. It's my job.

It's my understanding that
these manifests are kept on file

at your company's offices.

Sure.

Then why was this one found
in the waistcoat of a dead man?

Lai's dead?

- So you knew him?
- Yeah. A little.

He was murdered. Last night.

Did you give this manifest to him?

Yeah. Yesterday morning.

Did he tell you why he wanted it?

Yeah. He said it was for proof.

Said he got a shipment
that was stolen from him.

He wanted to prove it arrived
in Toronto and that it was his.

- He was going to confront the thief?
- Yeah.

He was worried. Scared.

Think he was expecting a fight.

So he knew who the thief
was? Did he give you a name?

No.

But I saw the man.

I went down to Lai's shop

to give him the paper and get my money.

When I was leaving, I saw a man coming.

It was him. I know it.

It's the man that killed him.

- Yes, I saw him and I called the police straightaway.
- When was this?

This morning and they never
even showed up, did they?

Where did you see him?

Going into the laneway
around the corner.

Up to no good, I'm sure.

Thank you, ma'am. We'll take care of it.

What?

You told me so? Well, go on! Say it!

I didn't say a thing.

That's Momo's cart.

Look.

Have you found your killer yet, Murdoch?

I have a sketch of the suspect.
Sir, what is all of this?

Oh, we found it in Rosedale;
belongs to Nomi's friend.

What is it?

A tin of Blue Dragon opium.

Sir, I believe this
may have something to do

with the case I'm working on.

How do you mean?

Are the two of you looking for this man?

Oh, no. That's him.

That's Momo.

It can't be.

Momo is not a killer.

MURDOCH: There's an eyewitness.

Sir, he was seen outside at the
pawn shop shortly before the murder.

- He has a stolen tin of opium in his cart.
- No.

- Was he an opium smoker?
- No! I don't think so.

BRACKENREID: Where
would he have gotten it?

He probably just found it.

I mean, that was his job.
He sells whatever he finds.

- We need to find him.
- We'll search the Ward.

If he abandoned the cart in
Rosedale, maybe he went back home?

Well, let me look for him.

There's no chance anyone would
believe a pair of coppers.

We aren't dressed as constables.

There's no reason to think
anyone would know we are.

They'll know.

All right. Ask around. But if you
find anything out, let me know.

Sir, the murder weapon
has not been recovered.

- He could still be armed.
- I know that.

Henry. Where is Watts?

I have no idea.

Right. I need you to gather
a few of the constables

and search the entire
city for every opium den.

You are looking for tins
of Blue Dragon opium.

Ah, sir, opium dens are illegal.

Yes.

How am I supposed to find them?

Use that famous Henry Higgins ingenuity.

Well, all right.

I discovered an irregularity
while conducting my postmortem.

A burn mark on his palm.

MURDOCH: His entire body
is badly burned, Miss Hart.

Why is that of interest?

His fist was clenched.

Perhaps he touched something,
burned his hand, then

clenched his fist.

Would he have been shot
in the back of the head?

Have you determined whether he was shot

- before or after the fire broke out?
- No.

If they happened in close succession,
it may be impossible to tell.

A single burn on a body
that was discovered in a fire

is hardly inconsistent, Miss Hart,

unless you have something else?

Not at this time.

Thank you.

[KNOCK AT THE DOOR]

- What happened? I've been waiting for ya.
- Momo's alive.

His mother was waiting
for me outside my door.

She saw him this morning
and he wants to see me.

He wants to see you when?

- Tonight.
- Where? Look, I'm coming.

- No!
- Well, what exactly did he say?

I don't know. She just
said he wanted to see me.

He's armed and dangerous.
We need to find him.

- Where did she see him?
- She didn't say.

If I hear from him, I'll let you know.

Julia, what is it?

What?

Nothing.

If it truly is nothing, then
will you please stop the pacing?

I have a patient.

Well, a prospective patient.

He's asked me to perform a treatment
I'm not convinced will work.

What is it?

Hypnosis.

Oh! Well, you have some
experience with hypnosis.

It has proven to be effective.

JULIA: For certain things.

He's asking me to cure him
of something unconventional,

his homosexuality.

Oh.

The only doctor with any record
of treatment is highly suspect.

He boasts a 100% success
rate with 45 sessions and a...

A trip to a brothel.

- Could this treatment be harmful?
- No.

Hypnosis either works or it doesn't.

Side effects are quite rare.

So, you aren't concerned with the
effectiveness of the treatment.

No. I'm concerned that

the condition shouldn't
be treated at all.

Some people are given a tremendous
burden to carry in this lifetime.

Through no fault of their own.

Who are we to tell them
that they shouldn't try

to change their circumstances?

Momo?

Nomi. Nomi.

Momo!

- Thanks for coming.
- Are you all right?

I'm sorry, Nomi.

- Why? What's wrong? Where have you been?
- I had to go.

It's not good.

- I don't want to bring you into all of this.
- No. It's okay. Tell me. What do you need?

You told me you know a copper, yeah?

- Friend of yours?
- Yes. He's an Inspector.

- Okay. So, do you remember when...
- Sh!

Who's there?

Oi! You! Stay there!

Bollocks!

What are you doing?

Momo!

BRACKENREID: Give yourself up!

Do you understand? You
have to turn yourself in!

Bloody hell.

He could have gone anywhere.

What are you doing?

- I followed you.
- I told you not to!

You were meeting a
killer. An armed killer.

That's not true. He is my friend.

I've had enough of this
cloak and dagger stuff.

I'm going to inform the local
station house. We'll find him.

If you find him, let me talk to him.

You can talk to him when
he's safely behind bars.

Now, Nomi, go and get yourself
inside your front door.

This is Mamadu Shadd. Goes by Momo.

He was last seen less than
an hour ago on Terauley.

Now, we believe he is responsible
for the murder of George Lai.

He's armed, so be careful.

You find him and you bring him in.

- We can't have a guy like this out on the streets.
- MEN: No, sir.

- Let's go, gents!
- MEN: Yes, sir.

- Thanks for your help.
- Don't worry about it, Tom.

They'll find this rag-bastard.

MAN IN CROWD: Come this
way. Come on! Careful!

BRACKENREID: I could tell she was
hiding something, so I followed her.

- Was she angry?
- She'll understand when this is all over.

MAN: I see him!

- Far side of the building.
- You go that way, Murdoch.

I just saw him. He ran this way.

- DISTANT MAN: Stay right there.
- Where the hell did he go?

- DISTANT MAN: Don't move!
- [GUNSHOT]

That came from behind us.

They shot him.

It's okay. You're going to be all right.

I had to. He had a gun. He had a gun.

Holster your weapon, Constable.

Bloody hell.

DISTANT MAN: All right,
what can I get for you?

This isn't what I wanted.

- It isn't what any of us wanted.
- I didn't want to kill him.

I saw the gun and I reacted.

It just happened so fast.

It could have happened
to anybody in this room.

But I'm the one who killed him.

I killed a man, up close
in the line of duty.

It's a terrible thing.

It stays with you forever.

Chin up, Winchester.

You take comfort in the fact

- you've taken a dangerous man off the streets.
- Yes, sir.

We need to maintain order.

Keep these people in line,
for the good of everyone.

Here, here.

You were supposed to find him.

- I know.
- And bring him here.

Not kill him.

He had a gun.

That's not true.

There must be some explanation.

Desperation makes a man
do curious things, Nomi.

Perhaps he never revealed
this side of himself to you.

- Oh, I can't believe it.
- Sirs?

- I have some new information.
- Go on, Miss Hart.

Detective Murdoch, after
our last conversation

I decided I would go ahead

and look into the burn
mark on Mr. Lai's hand.

- And?
- As it turns out, the area in the centre

was far more shallow than the perimeter.

In other words, it was ring-shaped.

A burn like that could be
caused by an opium lamp.

- Could it have been an accident?
- No.

The intensity of the burn was too great.

His hand would have had to have been
on that lamp for quite some time.

He was tortured.

That was my conclusion.

Momo would never torture someone.

Well, this proves his innocence!

- You don't know that, Nomi.
- I can't believe I started to doubt him.

I thought maybe something went wrong,

that he was pushed to
do something stupid.

This doesn't absolve him completely.

Torture would suggest that this is more

than just a simple robbery gone wrong.

Perhaps something personal?

Seems a bit nefarious for a
simple neighbourhood ragpicker,

- wouldn't you think?
- Oh, exactly!

Thank you for finding all this.

What luck I continued to
look into the evidence.

You all made me believe he was a killer.

I hate that I even listened to you.

- Nomi...
- Everyone, was so ready to believe the worst in him.

Why?

Because he was coloured and poor?

You never even gave him a chance.

This has turned into a real mess.

Hm.

As suspected, his fingermarks
are on the grip of the gun.

Naturally. He was the killer.

There is one more partial
mark from the trigger to check.

That's odd.

- What is it?
- Tented arch.

That's very strange.

BRACKENREID: Elaborate, Murdoch.

Sir, it doesn't match any of the others.

Whoever pulled the
trigger on this gun last

was not Momo.

Bloody hell, Nomi was right.

Llewellyn?

Llewellyn?

Are you all right?

How do you feel?

- Do you want to continue?
- [STAMMERS]

This is...

The same. It's...

it's the same.

I don't feel any different.

I don't believe the
hypnosis will work for you.

Why?

I felt a great deal of
resistance during the process.

- I don't think you truly want to change.
- Oh, no. I do.

I have to.

But perhaps this isn't a choice.

We just have to accept it.

Try to find a way to live alongside it.

I tried that.

I pushed it aside for weeks.

But I can't endure this anymore.

Changing yourself isn't
going to take away that pain.

It will stop it from happening again.

My heart isn't broken because
someone doesn't love me anymore.

It's broken because someone
isn't allowed to love me.

But he does love you.

You don't want to give that up.

That's the only thing I want.

I don't want to be like this.

I don't expect you to understand.

If you want to, we can
try another session.

Miss Johnston.

Miss Hart.

I'm here to collect
Momo's body for his family.

Of course. I'm so sorry.
This must be really hard.

Better me than his poor mother.

I did want to say I was very impressed

by the way you spoke out earlier.

Anyone would be lucky to
have a friend such as you.

Fat lot of good it did Momo.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You did way more for
him than most would have.

I don't know.

I keep thinking there may
have been a better outcome

if I did some things differently.

I could have been more
agreeable for those coppers.

They may have helped if
I was less troublesome.

- Can I give you a spot of advice?
- Please.

Don't change yourself to
be who they want you to be.

They will always only
see you as one thing.

Take what you deserve.

Protect your heart and
don't trust any of them.

No matter what we do, we
will always be vilified.

If we fight for what's
right people will see.

They'll understand.

I think you're in for a few more
disappointments, Miss Johnston.

BRACKENREID: Nomi.

Miss Hart, we'd like a
word about Momo's hands.

Had he washed them recently?

Ah, no. They were covered
in days of grime, Detective.

MURDOCH: Excellent. I'd like you
to perform a gunpowder residue test.

Already done. There wasn't any.

That leads us to one conclusion.

- Mr. Shadd never fired that gun.
- Of course not.

He was a ragpicker, for God's sake.

He probably just found
it and picked it up.

An innocent man killed by the police.

NOMI: He must have been
trying to give me the gun.

That's why he wanted to meet with me.

I just wanted to make
sure you were safe.

NOMI: He needed me.

If it wasn't for you,
Momo would still be alive.

? Brethren, let us pray. ?

? May the Lord who frees
you from sin raise you up. ?

- ? Amen. ?
- Amen!

Let us now go in the spirit of the Lord.

All right, all right, enough of this.

- It's time to disperse.
- No!

What's that?

You patrol our homes, you harass us

and you hunt us like
animals in the street.

Now you won't even
let us mourn in peace.

Amen, sister. You tell them!

Easy, Constable.

Momo was the kindest, most
gentle soul you could ever meet.

But that's just the type
of man that Momo was.

He cared about his community.

Seeing other people
smile made him smile.

He was a loving, gentle soul

and I am going to miss him.

Right before he died, he
even gave me a small gift.

The most beautiful carved
lotus you could ever see.

And it is something that
I will cherish forever.

- Speak, Sister!
- Amen.

So let us go and lay our friend to rest.

As is our right.

[ALL SPEAK IN AGREEMENT]

All right, move it!

Ah, sir. We found and
raided three opium dens.

These are all the tins you found?

Well, yes, sir. It was no
easy task, I can tell you.

Unfortunately, it won't be of any help.

None of these are Blue
Dragon brand opium.

HIGGINS: What is it, sir?

MURDOCH: Blue Dragon.

Where did you find this one?

That one was found close
to the original fire

in the back of a laundry
run by a woman named...

- Sue Sing?
- Yes, sir. That's it.

- Bring her in, Henry.
- Oh. Sorry, sir. Right.

- You forgot your...
- Ah. Yes. Sir.

MAN: Thank you.

Pardon me, but I can't let you in.

And why is that?

You shouldn't have
been sold this ticket.

Tonight is reserved for
our special clientele.

And I am not?

Thank you for being so understanding.

What's the holdup here?

My love, what are you doing
outside? The show's about to start.

Mr. Carmichael.

Come on, now.

Oh, no.

MAN: Don't move.

Bad luck, missy.

Move and you're dead.

Please. Please, take what you want.

They won't get away with this.

- We'll get the lads onto it right away.
- I'm not so sure about that.

- Oi! Decker!
- What is it?

This young lady had her room
in the Ward robbed last night.

And your constables haven't
done a single thing about it.

Huh?

We can't investigate every little
thing that happens in the Ward, Tom.

It's the constabulary's responsibility.

Sure. Fine. We'll, ah, look
into it when we have time.

BRACKENREID: Decker, don't palm me off.

You need to send someone
round there right now!

It's the Ward, Tom!

These people are always robbing
each other and all sorts.

- It's in their nature.
- That's not true.

Why do you care so much?

Who knows why this one's
room was broken into?

A woman like her living in the Ward.

It's probably not aboveboard, anyway.

Be careful what you
say about my daughter!

[LAUGHS]

Your daughter? I didn't take
you for that kind of a man, Tom.

And what kind of man do you think I am?

A man of integrity.

Be careful, Tom.

You don't want to reveal
something like that

to the wrong person.

Are you threatening me?

I'm just looking out for
your reputation, is all.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Never mind him, Nomi.

I'll sort this out myself.

NOMI: I can't believe I left this out.

- What is it?
- It's a necklace my mother gave me.

They didn't take it?

They weren't trying to rob me?

Unless they were looking
for something else.

What could they possibly
be looking for in here?

Is that the trinket that Momo gave you?

The one that you
mentioned at the funeral?

Yes. Isn't it beautiful?

Looks expensive. I
wonder where he found it.

- Hey! Give that back! You might break it.
- You might have to.

- There's something inside it. Give it here.
- No!

If those men were after it,
it may have something to do

with whatever Momo found
himself mixed up in.

I think there's a trick to it.

Look.

A film.

You recognize this?

Opium. Everybody know opium.

This particular brand of opium,

it's the same as the kind that
was found in Mr. Lai's den.

Ah. He still have den?

I not know.

Hm.

This tin, along with several others,

are the ones that were found
in the back of your laundry.

My laundry?

I no understand.

Oh, it's a very lavish opium den.

La... la-vish?

No understand.

English not so good.

- You don't understand the word lavish?
- No!

- No, English no good.
- No good. Yes.

Well, that's interesting.

Because you seemed to
understand the word lavish

perfectly well the night that Mr. Lai

was murdered when you said it to me.

Hm.

Apologies, Detective.

I am not myself today.

Such a mistake is quite rare for me.

So you killed Mr. Lai for his opium?

My own cousin? Never.

I bought that opium. I
had no idea it was stolen.

MURDOCH: Who did you buy it from?

- I do not know.
- Miss Sing,

you don't know who you
purchased opium from?

I mean, Detective, that I cannot,

rather, will not say.

[DOOR OPENS]

Murdoch. I need your help with this.

MURDOCH: Constables Gracie
and Buck from Station House 1.

They appear to be selling
opium to Miss Sing.

Bollocks!

I can't wait to see the look
on that bastard Decker's face.

Sir, where did you get this negative?

Momo gave this trinket
box to Nomi. It was inside.

Sir, this is a Chinese puzzle box

and Mr. Lai did sell cameras.

It's plausible that he gave
this to Momo for safekeeping.

And he gave it to Nomi so the
men after him wouldn't find it.

Because those men
were police constables.

Which would explain why Miss
Sing is refusing to speak to me.

Get a confession, Murdoch.

I'm going to pay
Station House 1 a visit.

McNab! Break out the armory.

MAN: You heard the man! Up and at 'em!

Is this why you wouldn't tell
me who sold you the opium?

Because it was sold to
you by police constables?

Tell me everything you know,

and you will need to testify in court.

I'm not stupid enough to point
fingers at a cop to a cop.

Look what happened to poor Mr. Lai.

These men need to be brought to justice.

No harm will come to you
as long as I am involved.

You are naive, Detective.

There will be no justice.

No one cares about a dead Chinese man,

far less a dead Chinese woman.

Testifying against them is
the only right thing to do.

Don't you want to see the men

who killed your cousin behind bars?

They're coppers. They protect their own.

If I testify, it will ruin my life

and it won't even help to put the
corrupt constables behind bars!

Arrest me for the drug
charge, if you must.

I'd rather take my chances in the cells.

BRACKENREID: Oi, Decker!

I have two of your constables
selling stolen opium

to an underground opium den.

Opium, mind you, that was stolen
from a man who turned up dead.

So, you tell me: what do
you think should happen next?

You are way off step,
Tom. These are good men.

Good men don't shoot people.

You think patrolling the Ward is easy?

You come here, puffed up like a pigeon,

and try to arrest my men?

Why don't you go back to
the part of town you belong?

That Momo character was the
killer. What are you on about?

He was most certainly not.

He never fired that gun.

But, curiously, we did find an
unidentified fingermark on the trigger.

- COP: So what?
- Now, Decker, I wonder

would your constabless be
willing to give their fingermarks

to clear themselves?

If they truly are as
innocent as you claim.

Okay, okay. The gun was placed...

- What are you doing?
- ... but it was only because the man was guilty.

He killed someone. We had
to bring him to justice,

- one way or the other.
- Not that way, son.

Enough!

My men did their job, end of story.

BRACKENREID: I don't think so, Decker.

This time I've got proof.

Constables Gracie and Buck,

I'm arresting the pair of you
for the murder of Mr. George Lai.

- No way!
- Take 'em away, lads.

Get your hands off of me!

Let's see what the Crown
has to say about this.

I'm sure we will, Decker.

I'm sure we will.

The Crown Attorney isn't too
happy with the murder charges.

Did he not look at the evidence?

They're going to be charged
with stealing the opium,

lose their jobs, maybe a few
weeks in jail, but nothing more.

So, they won't be punished
for Mr. Lai's murder?

Decker and the rest of Station
House 1 are lying for them.

Counsel for the Crown says
he'll never get a conviction.

Miss Sing is refusing
to testify now, anyway.

- I'm beginning to see why.
- Are you really surprised?

What's that, Watts?

We work for a system
that builds laws to ensure

that those who fit what
society wants are rewarded,

while those who do
not are left to suffer.

You can't get rid of the rule
of law. There'd be anarchy.

But the laws don't apply to everyone.

There is injustice all around us.

But we live in a democracy.

In time, laws will evolve
to reflect the people.

Oh! Really?

When?

And what are we supposed
to do until then?

Our best, Watts.

We do our best.

- NOMI: Father.
- Thank you for coming.

Any news on the case?

It's not looking too good.

- The crown are not going to prosecute.
- Well, we still have to do something.

- We can't give up.
- I'm so sorry, Nomi.

- My hands are tied.
- Your hands are never truly tied.

You just have to decide what
you're willing to fight for.

- It's not that simple.
- Well, like yesterday.

You stood up for me.

You finally said I'm your daughter.

Well, yes, you are.

I appreciate that more than you know.

I'm sorry it's taken so long.

Let's just move forward together.

As a family.

Come here.

I have the most wonderful
evening planned for us.

- Is that so?
- I want to show you my beautiful

new jade opium pipe. And
we can try Blue Dragon.

It's all the rage uptown.

- Constable.
- Hello, sir.

- Unbelievable.
- What? It's only a hobby.

Which I've taken up at your suggestion.

In the past three days
I've seen two dead bodies

because of the Opium law, a law that
doesn't seem to affect you at all.

Of course not. Why should it?

You go through life so easily
doing whatever you please.

Do you think I would have
fared as well brandishing

- that tin in front of that officer?
- Well, that's certainly no fault of mine.

Anyway, you would have fared just fine

- so long as you were with me.
- And that is precisely the problem.

All right, all right.
You've had your row.

Can we get back to the merriment?

- Where are you going?
- I feel like a walk.

- Then let's...
- Alone.

Violet. Come on!

I'll see you at home.

If you're conscious.

You must be feeling very
pleased with yourself.

Of course.

Justice was served, hm?

We know what you did, Decker.

Your constables may have
got away with this one,

but I'll be keeping a close eye on
you lot very carefully from now on.

Is that a threat?

Last I checked, you are the one
with a dirty little secret, Tom.

Please excuse my clumsiness.