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- Give me a second, Higgins.

I have to put a
call in to the station.

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

Now we can communicate...

- Mind yourself, lad.

- Now we can communicate

from almost
anywhere in the city.

Imagine one day, they
make a telephone so small

that you could carry
it around with you.

- It would never work.

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

You'd trip the horses.

- Oh! Station
number four, please.

- George, just so you know,

I began reading
your book, and I...

- Ah, yes!

I never saw it coming, sir.

- You couldn't have.

- How's Henry?

- He'll be right as rain.

- I should be assisting
Detective Murdoch.

- Stay where you are, Crabtree.

Detective Murdoch will be fine.

Wesley, make sure
Crabtree and Higgins

get to Toronto
General straightaway.

Right, everybody
off the street, please.

There's nothing to see.

Move along, please, sir.

- This is a disaster.

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

- Stand down, sir.

- Who's going to
pay for my losses?

- Well, not the Constabulary.

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

- Can you please tell
me what is going on?

- Two of our constables
were seriously injured.

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

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

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

I won't tell you again.

- Inspector.

I think I may have
found something.

- What have you got, Murdoch?

- Sir, I believe
this is the result

of an incendiary device.

- A bomb?

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

- Doesn't look like any
kind of military ordnance

I've seen before.

- I've yet to
locate any insignia

or manufacturer's mark.

- Homemade?
- I would say so.

- Quite a powerful device.

- Mm.

- Is it possible that our lads
were the intended victims?

- Given the placement
of the bomb, sir,

inside of Milne's shop,

I would say that was
the intended target.

- But our lads walk
that beat every day.

- Well, I suppose
anything's possible.

A device like this
could kill someone.

- Bastards.

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

Murdoch, let me know.

- Yes, sir.

- How are you, lad?

Welcome back.

- Crabtree!

- Crabtree.

- George.

- Crabtree.
- Ah, Inspector.

- I admire your
dedication to the cause,

but you could have
taken a couple of days off.

- No, that's not necessary, sir.

Any word on Higgins?

Is he going to be all right?

- He's well cared for.

- Constable Crabtree?
- Ah!

- I heard the news.
Are you faring well?

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

To what do I owe the pleasure?

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

- It would be to
my great advantage

if I could accompany
you on your investigation.

- Why?

- I would love a
greater understanding

of how the police do their job.

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

in any number of situations,

police work can
be very dangerous.

- I can see that.

But I am prepared
to assume the risk.

- I'm sorry, Doctor.

It would be irresponsible of me.

- Thank you.
- All right.

- Henry?

- Detective Murdoch, I...

- At ease, Constable.

Save your strength.

- Was anyone else hurt, sir?

There was so many
women and children.

- Nothing serious.

- And George?

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

- That's no surprise.

Did you get the bomber, sir?

- I've only just
started looking.

- You will.

- Henry?

Yes, I will catch him.

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

not that it worries me.

- Anyone you're
particularly unpopular with?

- The landlord wanted me out.

The neighbors weren't
exactly neighborly.

I've let half a dozen
employees go.

Should I go on?

- Yes, please.

I have time.

- All right.

Take that dandy over there.

- He's a dreadful man.

Mr. Milne left
refuse in the lane.

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

make noise, loiter around,

catcall women.

- From his place of business?

- Man like him, where
else would he go?

He doesn't have a
friend in the world.

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

- And you've
complained to the landlord

about his behavior?

- We all did,

not that it did much good.

Mr. Decker said that
his hands were tied.

- I see.

- Does this mean that Milne
will be leaving the market?

- Well, the building is
structurally unsound.

I imagine it'll have
to come down.

- What a shame.

- This is dreadful.
Damned Milne.

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

I've never had
a tenant like him.

He probably caused this.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he had an illegal
still in the back.

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

It was certainly
an explosive device

that caused the damage.

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

- I wanted him out.

That's no secret.

But he wouldn't leave.

Said he had an iron-clad lease.

He's nothing but
a damn nuisance.

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

- Mm.

- Did he have any
enemies, then, sir?

- Anyone in his
employ, I would imagine.

- Well, anyone else?

- The man that owned
that establishment,

Angus Trout.

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

- And?

- Milne drove him
out of business,

and poor Trout ended
up selling his inventory

for pennies on the dollar.

They had quite a set-to

the day Trout finally
shuttered his windows.

The constabulary were called.

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

- Really?

And when was the
last time this occurred?

- It was yesterday, I believe.

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

He lost his whole shop?

- Yes, he did.

His whole shop.

Shame he wasn't
in it at the time.

- A colleague of mine was
almost killed in that explosion,

so just shut your mouth.

- George.

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

- Sober up?

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

- Sir, I'm sorry
for that outburst.

- Quite all right, George.

It was justified.

- What's all this about?

- I have no idea.

- Is this the man
behind the bombing?

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

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

Why did you do it?

- You want to know
who the criminal is?

It's Peter Milne.

- Just let us pass.

- Mr. Trout in the
interrogation room,

please, George.

And post a guard.

Gentlemen, back to work.

- So has he confessed?
- Hmm?

- Named any coconspirators?

- Terrence Meyers.

- Murdoch.

- What might this have to do
with our esteemed government?

- Who's the man, hmm?

What's his name?

- His name is Angus Trout.

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

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

The anarchist attack
on Dunbar Market.

- Anarchists?

- That bombing was no simple
dispute between two shopkeepers.

It was a first
strike against us.

- By whom?

- Anarchists, Murdoch.

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

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

that Toronto is being
besieged by terrorists.

- Hmm.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Gentlemen, I am privy to
some confidential information.

Our government is currently
in high-level negotiations

pertaining to a visit to Canada
by President William McKinley.

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

as it would be the
first trip to foreign soil

by any American president.

- Oh, well, bully for him.

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

with mushy peas on the side.

- Inspector Brackenreid,

despite your opinions
to the contrary,

the Americans are an important,

if somewhat
unruly, ally of ours.

- And how does this
involve the tribulations

of an unpleasant shopkeeper?

- Well, it speaks to the
maturity of the country,

I suppose.

The Americans are
already convinced

that our standards
of law and order

do not meet theirs.

- Damn Yankees.

Who are they to talk
about standards, eh?

Or law and order,
for that matter?

They were the ones that
went to war with themselves.

- Like it or not, gentlemen,

our government is committed
to being the first host country

of an American president,
so we must be vigilant.

- We are vigilant.

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

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

- Who the bloody hell
is Emma Goldman?

- Emma Goldman is a
noted American anarchist

and labor organizer.

- Who, according
to reliable sources,

is currently in Toronto.

It is my opinion that
she and her cohorts

are the authors of the bombing
you are currently investigating.

- And do your sources
suggest a reason

why Miss Goldman would
bomb a shop on market day?

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

The bombing was an
affront against capitalism,

the backbone of
any free society.

- And they attacked
more than a shop.

Two of our own were injured.

- That may be a
coincidence, sir.

Has Miss Goldman
or anyone in her group

taken credit for the attack?

- Gentlemen, whatever
the reason for the attack,

it is our duty to
eliminate this scourge.

It is our prime
minister's opinion

that the anarchist movement
is a threat to peace,

order, and good government.

- I love my country.

- Not to worry, Mr. Trout.

I doubt you have political
affiliations of any kind.

Your only conviction
appears to be to the bottle

and little else.

- You haven't gone
through what I have:

a destroyed business,
shattered marriage,

watching my loyal
customers walk in and out

of Milne's shop as I
shuttered my windows.

The bottle's the
most reliable thing

I have left in the world.

- Mr. Trout, while you were
watching those customers,

did you happen to see
anything suspicious?

- I saw Albert
Wallace kick up a fuss.

- And he is?

- A clerk once in
Milne's employ.

Milne fired him three weeks ago.

- Well, I think the
future of policing

will be much like my field:

Covert operations, subversion,

prediction and prevention of
crime before it's committed.

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

former employee of Mr. Milne's.

He's a person of interest.

- Sir.

- Good work, Murdoch.

Is he affiliated with
Emma Goldman?

- He's a store clerk.

- You mean he says
he's a store clerk.

- These anarchists
sound like Marxists to me.

- They share some
philosophies, I think.

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

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

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

- As long as they
were guilty, I trust.

- Yes, of course.

So do you think Meyers'
suspicions carry any weight?

- They might.

The bomb and its construction
does share some similarities

to the device used in
the Haymarket attack

in Chicago 13 years ago.

- Eight coppers died
that day, didn't they?

Brothers in arms,
despite their lineage.

Stay close to Meyers
on this, Murdoch.

This is still our investigation.

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

- He already has, sir.

Once Ottawa is involved...

- Yes, yes, I know, but...

I don't want a cock-up.

- Sirs,

Mr. Wallace is in
the interview room.

- Why did Mr. Milne
remove you from his employ?

He withheld my wages,

didn't pay me for
days I had worked.

I had the audacity to complain.

- Why would he do that?

- Because he's a
heartless capitalist.

He routinely cheated
his employees.

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

- Your politics betray you, sir.

- What do you mean by that?

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

An anarchist.

You think I'm an anarchist.

- Are you?

Oh, hardly.

The anarchists are nothing
more than disorganized idealists.

I am an adherent of Karl Marx.

- Oh, I see.

- Anarchy is an
unworkable political theory.

It's a thimbleful of
intellectual ideas

drowning in a bucket of naïveté.

Do you think
society could function

without some
mechanism of control?

- Mr. Wallace,

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

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

- Milne treated his
workers like dogs,

worse than dogs.

- Hmm.

And where were you when
his establishment was bombed?

There's a suggestion

that the bombing
was a staged event

perpetrated by the
anarchist movement.

- Are they trying
to take credit for it?

- There's been talk.

- The anarchists?
They said they did it?

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

I did it.

I placed the device
for the revolution,

the workers' revolution.

- Are you admitting
your guilt, sir?

- Yes, sir.

- Right, then.

Where in the establishment
was the bomb placed?

- Near the cash register.

- Mm. And the
bomb's composition?

- It was supplied to me. I...

- And the method of detonation?

- I lit... the fuse?

- A moment, Detective.

- I would appreciate
being notified

next time you intend to
monitor my interrogations.

- You had a confession.

- A false one. He's innocent.

- You argued
him out of his guilt.

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

- You can read
minds now, can you?

- Sir, Albert Wallace has
been arrested several times.

He's an attention
seeker, publicity hound,

trying to become a martyr.

- The man uttered
a false confession.

I want him charged
with obstruction.

- Well that certainly is an
improvement, Chief Constable.

At least this time,

you've manufactured
a viable charge.

- You walk a fine line,
Detective Murdoch.

Mind you don't stumble on it.

There's talk of a
demonstration on Liberty Street

tomorrow afternoon.

Emma Goldman is
planning to speak.

I want her arrested at
the slightest provocation.

I believe your Constable
Higgins is still in hospital.

The bastards responsible
are going to pay.

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

- Oh, yes, of course,

as long as those we
make pay are actually guilty.

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

"and choked on the
dust of the ancients.

"What we saw when our
eyes adjusted to the light

"was a most horrific sight.

"The mummy's tomb
had been opened,

"and the poor unfortunate
was lying on the ground

"for all the world to see,

"swaddled in rags
that were once regal

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

"As we moved
deeper into the crypt,

"we began to realize

"that we were not
in the grave alone.

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

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

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

- Wonderful news, isn't it?

- What's that?

- The demonstration, man.

Come on, look sharp.

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

- Could you be a bit clearer?

- Just follow me, Murdoch.

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

- Too formal, sir,
and a bit too tidy.

Could you not find a shirt

with frayed cuffs
or a dirty collar?

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

- Mm-hmm.

And what about me,
Constable Crabtree?

Do I, uh, pass muster?

- Oh, sir, you look
like a regular ragman.

No offense.
- Excellent.

- May I ask the reason
for all this subterfuge?

- Mr. Meyers seems to think

that this is a worthwhile
avenue of investigation.

- We will infiltrate this
criminal organization

and cut off its head, hmm?

We'll beat them
at their own game.

Let's go, Murdoch.

- George, I need
you to stick to the task

in case Mr. Meyers'
speculations are wrongheaded.

- If I find anything?

- Use your initiative.

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

- Nah.

- So were you hurt
in the explosion?

- Sorry, sir.
- I was.

See this?
- Oh, dear!

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

How are you?

Thanks.

And what brings you down here?

- Hello, Constable Crabtree.

- I told you this is
dangerous business.

- I'm simply a private
citizen doing my shopping.

- Ah.

- May I join you, Constable?

I promise not to get in the way.

- Just mind yourself.

- Thank you.

So what shall we investigate?

- You mean who.
- Of course.

- You see, Detective Murdoch
focuses on physical evidence.

I prefer to explore

the inner workings
of the human mind.

That's why he and I...

make such a good team.

- And who are these men who
call themselves our leaders?

I'll tell you who.

Men no better than any of you.

Yet they conduct themselves
like they are royalty,

and they treat us as
if we were children,

incapable of making
our own decisions.

I reject the idea of government,

either for the people
or by the people,

as strongly as I reject
the idea of monarchy.

- Listen to her.
- Strong words, indeed.

- These men, this government

is nothing more
than an arrangement

between the ruling elite and
the powers of industrialists

to keep you and me in chains!

- Do I have to give the order?

- All of you know how to
conduct your own affairs,

keep your own counsel,
make your own decisions.

You are not cattle.

Don't allow yourselves
to be treated as such!

We need to smash
the chains that bind us.

- All right, that's enough.

That's enough.

- All right, lads,
break this up.

Come on, move it.

I said move it!

- Nothing to see. Move
along. Move along.

Come on. Move along. Move along.

- Come on. Let's do this.

- Hurry.
- We have to go.

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

- Go on.

- Keep alert, Murdoch.

We're inside the
belly of the beast.

- Emma, are you all right?

- They charged us

right in the middle
of my speech.

- They don't want
to hear the truth.

They just want to oppress
the voice of the people.

- Even in Canada?

- Especially in Canada.

- Miss Goldman,
are you all right?

- Yes, I'm all right.

- I'll make you a cup of tea.

- You do that.

I'll get you something stronger.

- If you're approached
by this man...

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

Reporter.

His real name is...

Both: Allen Clegg.

- Mr. Clegg.

- I'm on official American
government business,

so stay out of my way.

- Mr. Clegg, what
are you doing here?

- The same thing you are:

infiltrating this vermin.

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

- And what are they up to?

- Fomenting dissent.

- Were any of these people
involved in the market bombing?

- I don't know.

Miss Goldman wasn't,

but I can't speak for
the Toronto faction.

But I do know what
these types are capable of.

- These types?

- You remember Haymarket.

Chicago, Illinois,

eight dead officers of
the law, men like yourself.

- What everyone neglects to
mention about Haymarket is,

those eight dead police officers

were accidentally
shot by their fellow men.

- At an event where the
anarchists lit the fuse.

They still died
doing their duty.

You best not do
anything to expose me.

- One question, Mr. Clegg.

How is it that you are
here without the invitation

of the Canadian Government?

- We don't need
Canadian permission.

- You most certainly do...

- Shh!

- My government was
granted permission

to cross your border by
the British Foreign Office.

I believe their
authority exceeds yours.

Excuse me.

- Damn high hat.

I don't trust any of them.

- Anarchists?

- Americans.

- Bloody hell.

- It's what I saw, sir.

Both Agent Meyers
and Detective Murdoch

were swept up in the crowd.

- And then you lost them?

- That I did.

- Has there been
any word on Higgins?

- Some good news, sir.

Couple of the boys went
down to pay their respects,

had a short chat with him.

He's drifting in and
out of consciousness.

- But he's on the mend?

- It would appear so.

- Good, good.

- Hey, you!

Copper!

Shouldn't you be out
chasing the terrorist

that did this to
my establishment?

- The investigation
is ongoing, sir.

- Yes, I can see it is.

Although how you will be
able to apprehend anyone

while taking a stroll with
a trollop is beyond me.

- Sir, I'll advise
you to— - Trollop?

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

- Doctor, please,
it's quite all right.

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

- Sir, you are about
to see a lot more.

- That's quite enough
from both of you.

Dr. Grace, over
here, if you will.

And, you, I advise you

to mind your manners
in the future, sir.

- Do you often handle
abuse of that sort?

- As a policeman,
we often need to suffer

the slings and arrows
of the discontented.

- So what do you know about
these supposed anarchists?

- Not a great deal.

They seem a
dastardly lot, though.

- Do you know they
practice free love?

- Huh?

- Consider that:

the feeling of being
able to do what you want,

free of all society's
constraints.

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

- What would you do...

If there was no-one in authority

to tell you what was
or wasn't proper?

- Oh, I...

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

I don't think in such terms.

- Certainly.

But as a writer,

I would have thought
you in possession

of a more daring soul.

- They call themselves
the Apaches.

- Who? Who does?

- The French avant garde.

Their music is so progressive.

It takes you to the
most sensual places.

Before you even know
it, your body is moving,

undulating,

writhing.

- Go on.

- It's hard to explain.

You should come
with me sometime.

There's a group from New York

that comes here
from time to time.

- Really? Where is this?

At Massey Hall or...

Hardly.

They play in dark,
mysterious places.

- Mm.

- I agree with Nellie Bly
from The New York World.

You're a modern Joan of Arc.

- Oh, Mr. Pierce, really.

- Your followers in
Toronto, especially myself,

are honored you're here.

To listen to you speak,

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

- I tell Emma that sometimes
she needs to wield something

stronger than just mere words.

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

- You're a firebrand, Alec.

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

Sometimes raw
power is the only thing

people will listen to.

- And sometimes violence

only serves to
obscure the message.

- And who are you, sir?

- Another admirer, Miss Goldman.

- He was at the rally.

He and his friend
were almost arrested.

They needed help.

- And what do you think?

- Words are the only
weapons that matter.

- Are you a pacifist?

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

- Then you're on our side.

The government's been striking
the common man repeatedly.

All we're doing
is fighting back.

- A fist in the face
deserves two back,

does it not, Mr. Clegg?

- You're damn right.

- Madam, if you wish to
try on the merchandise,

please consult me.

- Sorry, sir.

I couldn't help but notice

the destruction
across the street.

Was your building affected?

- Thankfully, no.

- Have they caught the culprits?

- Not as far as I know.

- You must be a brave man.

Aren't you worried
about future attacks?

- Of course not.

Constable!

How can I help you?

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

- Here.

Try this.

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

I'm required to...

- Well, doesn't
that look smashing?

- Yes, indeed, it does.

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

- Of course you could.

I am having a moving sale.

Three weeks from now,

Chez Lyon will be
in a much grander

and much safer
place of business.

Perhaps you'd like to
attend our opening soiree.

- What were you doing there?

- I was trying to determine

if he had any
useful information.

- That's my job, not yours.

What's so funny?

- Perhaps it was
that fiery temper

that attracted Mr. Green.

- Excuse me?

- The owner of the hat shop.

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

- That was quite a commotion,

the market bombing.

- It was.

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

- I don't think I would know.

- Is he among us?

- I really have no idea.

But I can understand the anger.

When the government
won't listen,

a reaction is inevitable.

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

I just want the day
when it no longer exists.

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

- Then why are you here?

- Miss Goldman has
some very good ideas.

- She certainly does.

- Although I can't pretend

to share her faith
in my fellow man.

- When government
makes men's decisions,

tells them what they
can and cannot do,

then how can we ever
know the true potential

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

- People are capable of good
and evil in equal measure.

- Unfortunately,
that much is true.

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

Part of good
policing, Dr. Grace,

is to build a
network of sources.

And she told me
something very interesting.

- She?

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

Is good for a variety of things.

- Our hat shop owner will
be disappointed to hear that.

- It appears that Mr. Green

is moving into a
new establishment.

- Didn't we know that already?

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

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

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

that Mr. Milne's shop was in.

- And what does that mean?

- Well, it's an
interesting coincidence.

- So what should we do
with this, Constable Crabtree?

- Well, I'll submit
these findings

to Detective Murdoch, of course.

- Of course.

- Well, what would
you have me do?

- He who hesitates
is lost, George,

but I would imagine
if you were able

to solve this
puzzle on your own,

it would look good on you.

- Anarcho-syndicalism
is a workable approach.

- It treads a similar
path as Marxism, I fear.

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

- Whatever you're saying...

- These people are harmless.

They're just intellectuals.

Those are the ones I
worry about the most.

Intellectuals are the
most dangerous of all.

- They're just young people

with their hearts
in the right place,

even if their minds aren't.

Have you seen Agent Clegg?

- I haven't, actually.

- Well, as far as I'm concerned,

all of this anarchist threat is
merely American paranoia.

- Don't you read the
newspapers, Murdoch?

These people are dangerous.

Anarchism is a
worldwide movement

that wants nothing more
than to topple our civilization.

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

- What happened?

- Sure you wouldn't like to
reconsider your assessment?

- Bastards got
what they deserved.

Push me into the wall.

- What?

- Inspector, shove me.

- Come here!

I need to talk to you.

- About what?

Shut up!

- Allen Clegg, sir.

- The American
agent? What about him?

I said shut up!

- He's also infiltrated
the anarchists.

I've been keeping my eye on him.

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

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

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

- Away you go, you scoundrel!

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

- I hear you've
released Wallace.

- Bloody communist.

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

- Mm.

Have you heard anything
from Murdoch yet?

- No.
- Undercover.

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

Well, what do you
think, Brackenreid?

- Well, two distinct bombs, sir.

Could mean two distinct bombers.

- So is Murdoch barking
up the wrong tree?

- We don't know that yet.

- Hmm.

- You know, you should lay
charges against that policeman.

I would have come to your aid,

but I was injured
myself earlier.

I got struck by a truncheon.

- Are you all right?

- I'm not sure, actually.

- Here.

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

Where were you at the
time of the explosion?

- That's classified.

- Mr. Clegg, of everyone here,

you're the one who
stands to gain the most

if violence were to break out.

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

- As are you.

One word from me,
and your cover is blown.

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

- Are you all right?

- Did you see?

Two sticks of dynamite
makes a hell of a bang.

- You didn't.

- Yes, the factory where
you were speaking.

- What were you thinking?

They won't even
let me speak freely.

What do you think
happens from now on?

- Now they will listen.

Now they will see we're
serious about change.

- No, now they will
hunt us all down,

put us behind bars.

That was stupid!

Was anyone killed or injured?

- Not that I know of.

- Well, at least
that's something.

Violence will not
help our cause.

Not here, not now!

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

Come on.

- I have to get out of here.

That man knows me.

- I'll handle it.

- Hey, who are you?

- Albert Wallace, communist.

But I'm here to join the cause.

- Any news, George?

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

- Shame it wasn't a
bigger explosion, then.

- The explosion
hospitalized my friend.

It was plenty big enough.

- I'm sorry.

That was a foolish thing to say.

- Dr. Grace, look at this.

There are numerous
lawsuits against Mr. Decker,

all filed by Peter Milne.

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

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

- But why would he
destroy his own building?

- Perhaps there were
bigger rewards for Mr. Decker

with his building demolished.

- And the explosion
outside the factory?

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

A distraction, perhaps.

- Mm.

- Make sure you
keep Pierce here.

- Got it.

- You!

That man there,
he's a police officer.

- He's right. He's right!

There's a snake in our midst!

- Toronto Constabulary.

Mr. Pierce, you're under arrest.

- Let go of him.

- Let the officer
take him, Emma.

Don't get involved.

You're too important
to the cause.

- Help me.

- I can't.

- You stand by your
earlier statement?

- I do.

I bombed the factory.

- People could have been killed.

- People are always killed.

- Governments send men into
war without regard to their safety.

They take no
responsibility for our lives.

Why should I for theirs?

- University of
Toronto, King's College.

You were an
intelligent young man.

- I am an intelligent young man.

- Then why do this?

- For Emma.

- She's turned her back on you.

- She'll help me.

I know she will.

I am a soldier.

I know she will come for me.

- No.

No, she won't.

This is your crime
and yours alone.

- What will happen to me?

- Two bombings.

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

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

Only the second.

- Who did the first bombing?

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

He told me it would impress her.

- Who told you that?

- Mr. Clegg.

- So is it possible, then,
that Clegg was responsible

for the first bombing?

- I wouldn't put it past him.

- Sirs.

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

- Go ahead, George.

- I've discovered
something at City Hall

that I believe is of interest.

- Uh-huh. So what is it?

- Well, pardon me, sir,

but this is for
Detective Murdoch.

- Well, this is very
interesting, George.

- I thought so too, sir.

- What's amusing?

- The anarchists may
have been right all along.

- I'm sorry, sir?

- It appears you've
stumbled onto a capitalist plot.

- What is it, George?

- I've prepared the evidence

for your interrogation
of Mr. Decker, sir.

- Ah.

I won't be needing it.

- Sir?

- You'll be doing it, George.

- Me?
- Why, yes.

You've gotten the case this far.

See it through
to its conclusion.

- Are you certain, sir?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yes.

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

tricks of the trade, as it were?

- Let him know
with all assurance

that you think him guilty.

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

What do you feel in your gut?

- I believe he did it, sir.

- Then it's his job to
convince you otherwise.

Off you go, George.

- I am a busy man.

- I will try to be brief.

Does this look familiar?

- I can't say that it does.

- That's curious.

This pipe was manufactured

by a company you
own in Hamilton.

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

of all my holdings.

- Yes, of course not.

A man of your station
would hardly be familiar

with the nitty-gritty.

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

- Dr. Grace.

- Detective Murdoch.

Just seeing how George is doing.

- George?

- Would you be
surprised if I told you

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

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

- You're not suggesting...

- Suggesting what, sir?

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

I wouldn't blow up
my own building.

- Really?

Because according
to Municipal Records,

your building has been slated
for demolition for some time.

Unfortunately for you,
proceedings were being held up

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

- He was a nuisance.

He would be gone
by the end of the year.

I could wait.

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

This is an agreement of sale.

Do you recognize it?

- No.

- That is a bald-faced lie.

This is an agreement
to sell your land

to the Dominion Bank.

They offered you well
above market value

to secure your property.

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

Do you deny that?

- Uh...

- Go on, George.

- This sale was about to expire.

You knew Milne's
refusal to leave

would scotch the deal.

Hence, you lanced the boil.

Do you deny that?

- Good bit of detecting, George.

- Thank you, sir.

Higgins!

Good to see you, Henry.

How are you faring?

- I'm well, George.

I must admit, my faculties
are somewhat scrambled.

- Back to normal, then?

- It was a real
page-turner, George.

- What's that?

- Before the explosion,
I was gonna tell you.

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

Kept me up all night.

- Well, thank you, Henry.

- You should start another one.

- You know, I think I will.

The muse has struck me.

I'm thinking of a
female detective

who's wise in the ways
of postmortem science.

Have you heard the news?

- What news?

- Michael Decker
will be spending

a long time behind bars.

- I saw.

- You saw?

You were watching me?

- I passed by while
you were conducting

your interrogation.

I may have glanced in.

You presented
yourself quite forcefully.

- Well, Mr. Decker's bomb

nearly cost my
friend Henry his life.

- How is he faring?

- Well, thank you.

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

- Oh, that's not
necessary, George.

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

- That would be fine, Dr. Grace.

- Emily.

- Excuse me?

- My name is Emily.

- Rival.

- Excuse me?

- The name, "Emily,"
it means rival.

- It does. It also
means to excel.

- Well, that certainly
pertains to you:

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

- Hardly matches putting
a criminal behind bars.

- Yes, no, I suppose not.

Well, I should go.

- Good day.

I must say,

I am pleased that you
have gained a measure

of self-confidence.

- Bidding us
farewell, Mr. Clegg?

I could help with your bags.

- I don't appreciate your tone.

- I highly doubt the
second bombing

would have occurred
without your encouragement.

- Ah, yes, the
all-powerful word.

- Young Mr. Pierce will spend

the rest of his
days behind bars.

I hold you responsible.

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

I've done my duty.

- The American State Department

has canceled President
McKinley's visit.

Let's go, Mr. Clegg.

- Of course.

I and my new lady
friend, Emma Goldman,

have a train to catch.

It'll be a damn long
time before you see

an American president
on foreign soil.

We'll keep our
own safe, thank you.

- It's my feeling you
make your own problems.

- We're God's own country,

and we'll take our own counsel.

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