All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S05E01 - Murdoch of the Klondike (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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[suspenseful music]

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[sweeping orchestral music]

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[sighs]

[chuckles]

It's 1:00 in the morning.

You never get over that,
do you?

Still, damn sight better
than the winter.

What do you think, mister?

What do you think's worse,

endless day
or never-ending night?

It would depend
on your state of mind,

I suppose.

The day, light
can consume your thoughts.

The night,
thoughts can consume you.

[keys jingling]

Take the CP rail
to Hamilton immediately.

Don't stay on the train
any longer,

or they will catch you.

Why are you doing this?

It's one mistake
I can set right.

A murderer!

And exactly how long
does your Detective Murdoch

intend to continue
his leave of absence?

I don't know.

And you consider
George Crabtree

to be an adequate replacement?

Crabtree's a determined chap.

Yes, and an honest one.

That's quite a rarity
for this station.

Detective Murdoch
was cleared

of any wrongdoing,
Chief Constable.

Oh, yes, of course.

A faulty lock enabled the escape
of both Detective Murdoch

and Constance Gardiner.

That's my report,
and I stand by it.

Yes, well, still,
nevertheless,

the two of them
did make the choice

to walk away
from confinement.

Detective Murdoch
did so to apprehend a murderess.

Whom he then proceeded
to let go free.

That is merely speculation,
Sir.

I believe Miss Gardiner
made that choice on her own,

a view also held
by both our superiors.

Yes, well, let me remind you,
Inspector Brackenreid,

that I am now your superior,

and I find your recollection
of events to be highly suspect.

Who found the body?

One of the poor souls
that works in this area,

a lady of the night.

And the victim?

No trace of identification

but quite well-dressed
for this area, I would say.

Likely not a habituate.

Unless he had stolen
another man's clothes.

Hmm.

Well, on first impression,

the cause of death
seems plain enough.

- Yes, that it does.
- Please, let me through.

I'm Dr. Emily Grace.
I'm with the coroner's office.

- Dr. Grace.
- Dr. Ogden.

We could have met
at my office.

There was no need...

I know, and I apologize.

But a fresh corpse
and a crime scene...

What more could one ask for?

No corpse at all, I suppose.

Of course, sir,

but it appears
we have little choice in that,

nor does he.

Ma'am, you can't disrupt
the integrity of the scene.

George,
this is Dr. Emily Grace.

She's a new employee
of the coroner's office,

working under my direction.

Ah.

Pleasure to make
your acquaintance, Mister...

- Crabtree, George Crab...
- Detective George Crabtree.

Well, Acting Detective,
I should say.

So let's get to work,
Detective.

"Dearest William,

"I have learned
of the marriage proposal

"you intended to make to me.

"If your feelings are the same,

you must let me know
before I say my vows."

Sir, Julia's wedding...

did she seem happy?

Of course she did.

It was her bloody wedding day.

Now, get out.

I'll try and put this right.

Hey, fellas.

Come on up.

Looks like you've come
a long, long way.

Back to see you
after a good scrub.

Once you're presentable,
you should pay a visit.

She makes a month on the creek
feel worth it.

She's been to the Far East,
that one.

She knows things.

Congratulations.

Almost $200.

That's almost half
of what I made in a year

back in my old life.

Thank you.

Morning.

I'd like a room, please.

Your lucky day.

You have your choice.

Oh. My old one, then,

24.

24 it is.

I wonder if I could
have a word with Mrs. Bryant.

Well, you certainly can.

Will I find her upstairs?

- Hardly.
- She's at Fort Herchmer.

The Mounties have charged her
with murder.

What?

Bashed Kate Linfield's head in
with a pickax.

They found Mrs. Bryant
ranting and raving,

covered in blood.

I'll be taking breakfast
as well.

The bullet entered
the right ventricle,

perforated the aorta,

and then lodged
in the man's spine.

I imagine death
was instantaneous.

From which direction
do you think

his assailant approached?

Don't we concentrate
on the cause of death

and not
the circumstance?

From which direction?

Given the bullet's path,

the person who shot this man

approached him
from the right side.

And do you notice
anything else unusual?

The man's hands...

they're soft, uncallused.

No dirt under the fingernails.

He's also clean-shaven.

He doesn't seem like a man
who'd live there.

Would I include this
in my report?

Sometimes I think it best

to provide our detectives
with clues.

They're not always
as thorough as they should be.

Detective Crabtree?

George Crabtree
is a fine detective,

but try as he may,
he's no William Murdoch.

I'm still something
of a novice

in the practice
of culinary arts.

It's quite all right.

I left some
of my belongings behind.

I wonder if I could have them
sent up to my room.

Do you know
where they are?

I left them
with Mrs. Bryant.

Then you'll need
to ask her.

I can't keep track
of everything.

You know, running
this establishment on my own,

it's a full-time operation.

Fort Herchmer, you said?

Mm-hmm.

You're her first visitor.

Mr. Murdoch, a pleasure.

Mrs. Bryant.

I'd invite you in for tea
or something stronger,

but I find myself ill-equipped.

Just to assure you,
I am not a murderer.

Do you have any kind
of legal representation?

I'm innocent.

Just the same,
it would be wise.

Mr. Harris
left for Skagway months ago.

- You're all alone.
- Yes.

But you came to see me
for a reason.

How can I help you?

I'm having trouble
locating my valise.

I put it away
for safekeeping.

It's under the bed
in my room.

Don't worry.

I didn't disturb its contents.

Mr. Murdoch, if there is any way
you can help me,

I would really apprec...

I really don't know
how I could.

I'm sorry.

It seems strange.

What drove Mrs. Bryant
to such ends?

What drove her
was Kate Linfield.

The two hated each other
with a fury

that only women can possess.

Elizabeth thought Kate
was stealing her business.

They'd been arguing on and off
for a couple of weeks.

You.

What the devil
are you doing in here?

You're not welcome.

You know what I wonder?

Why would a respected gentleman
lay his head here?

I suspect he's getting
special favors.

There's not much beneath you,
is there?

Stay away from me.

[shrieks]

Stay away from me.

Do you hear me?

I do not want
to see your face...

Later that evening
they found Kate Linfield dead,

the murder weapon
in Mrs. Bryant's hands.

Motive, means,
and opportunity.

Excuse me?

When did this happen?

Five days ago.

Isaac McKay saw it
with his own eyes.

Have they buried
Miss Linfield yet?

Why?

I wondered
if I could examine the body.

You're a bit of an odd duck,
aren't you?

What's your business in this?

I'm acquainted
with Mrs. Bryant.

As I was with Kate Linfield.

And I'm more
than a little disturbed

by your interest
in her corpse.

Noted.

I'll tell you

when this conversation
is concluded.

[men grunting]

[glass shatters]

Just making it a fair fight.

Enough!

Stand down, all of you.

The stranger
swung first, Sam.

Mr. Murdoch,
you've had a change of heart?

- Oh.
- Get in there, Jack.

I see.

You don't look much worse
for wear.

Curious how a few questions
could start a bar fight.

It's a tight community.

They don't always take well
to outsiders.

Even still,

you were all outsiders
before the gold rush.

Once you become a sourdough,
you form a bond.

You need to make it
through a winter to belong.

You're an educated man,
aren't you?

I'm a keen observer
of human behavior,

and the manner
and type of questions

you were asking in the bar
suggests some form of training,

perhaps a policeman
or a lawyer.

Am I right?

I worked
for the police force

as a detective.

A detective?

I took you in
when you arrived here,

treated you kindly.

Yes. Yes, you did.

I told you I was innocent,
but you won't help me.

Why?

It's not what I do anymore.

So you'd let me rot in here

because you've found
a new line of work?

You two promise
to behave yourselves?

Within reason.

Well, you're free to go, then.

You're right.

You're not a policeman.

You're nothing!

So why are you here?

Seeking my fortune,

same as everyone else.

A little late
to the party, then, sir.

The gold rush is over.

My claim
seems to be panning out.

Then you're the lucky one.

Most people have abandoned
their claims,

given up and gone home.

You know,
they used to call this place

"the Paris
of North America."

Look at it now:

Nothing but ghosts
and desperate men.

Well, I am neither.

Oh, good for you.

Whatever you're searching for,
perhaps you'll find it here,

but I wouldn't hold out
much hope.

Hmm.

Sir, the single-shot
Eclipse pistol

is a very effective weapon
at close range.

Unfortunately,
it's also very common,

so we're having some trouble
tracing the ownership.

I am confident, though, sir,

that if I follow
the trail of evidence,

then we will, indeed,
find the assailant.

What was the name

of the poor bugger
that was killed?

Well, actually, I have Higgins
looking into that right now.

Oh.

[yawns]

- Oh, do you now?
- Well, not right now, sir.

He said he had something else
to attend to first.

Are you taking your orders
from Higgins now?

No.

You are in charge of
this investigation, aren't you?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, then take the lead.

Get Higgins off his ass
and get him to do something.

Right away, sir.

Higgins,
let's get to finding out

the identity of the victim,
hmm?

- In a moment, George.
- I'm still processing papers.

Higgins, shift it!

See how easy that was,
Detective Crabtree?

A detective?

I took you in.

I'm innocent.

You're right.

You're not a policeman.

You're nothing!

Didn't take you for a swell.

I trust this is enough
to ensure Mrs. Bryant's release.

You are not to leave the area.

I have no intention.

Mr. Murdoch, I hold you
responsible for her actions.

I'm well aware
of my obligations.

Now, at your convenience,

I would like to have
a closer look

at the murder weapon.

In what capacity?

I'll be representing
Mrs. Bryant.

Well,
I'll consider your request.

I'm aware of the North West
Mounted Police's

fine reputation.

I imagine you wouldn't want
to put an innocent woman

at the end of a noose.

Tell me, what was your
association with the deceased?

Mr. Murdoch,
can I ask you a question?

Do you believe
I murdered Kate?

Please, just tell me
what happened.

I need to know.

When you look at me,
do you see a killer?

I've seen my share.

And their appearance
seldom betrays their deeds.

What were the circumstances
of your arrest?

She stole something of mine,

my husband's pocket watch.

He died on the Chilkoot Pass,
never made it here.

That watch was my only
connection that I had to him.

Please,
just tell me what happened.

Once Arlen told me
she had the watch,

I went
straight to her hotel.

That's where I found her.

Your finger marks
were on the murder weapon.

The pickax?

I picked it up.

It was lying beside her.

Why?

I don't know why.

It just seemed filthy
beside her.

There was a time
when we were good friends.

When I saw her lying there,
that was all I could remember.

And that's when Isaac McKay
saw you?

Holding the weapon.

I tried to explain
what had happened,

but I was covered in blood.

Must have looked
like a madwoman.

I didn't do it,
Mr. Murdoch.

I swear.

Does your detachment
come equipped

with any magnifying device,

a microscope, perhaps?

I can't say we have one, no.

May I?

You were a lawman once.

Mr. Steele, please note
that I am taking a sample

of the deposit encrusted
on the edge of the pickax.

Duly noted.

Mr. McKay, I hope my questions
won't provoke a reaction

like they did yesterday.

As long as you remain civil.

Why would Mrs. Bryant
kill Kate Linfield?

It's no secret Kate Linfield

was slowly driving Mrs. Bryant
out of business.

But that would be
a Pyrrhic victory at best.

From all accounts,
the gold rush is over.

There will always be people
pursuing a dream,

no matter how foolhardy.

And they'll need
places to stay.

And are you one
of those fools, Mr. McKay?

There's still
plenty of money to be made

in mining the miners
for the next few years.

Could you clarify that?

When the rush was on,

that was this city's
largest source of income,

taking gold from the men
who took it from the creeks.

Dance hall girls, $5 haircuts,
and $7 steaks...

After a month in the bush,
they were happy to pay.

Thank you.

And you, Mr. Murdoch,

I imagine
you'll be leaving soon as well.

And what's that
you're doing?

Looking for suspects.

- Ah.
- Among inanimate objects?

Should I be considering
you one, then?

[chuckles]

If you want to be wrongheaded.

I was in Skagway
at the time of the murder.

If you want confirmation,
contact Diamond Lil.

She runs the bordello.

We have a...

Casual friendship.

Ah.

So what are you looking for?

I noticed unusually high
levels of arsenopyrite

in this part of the creek.

The murder weapon
was covered in it.

So whoever killed Kate
was familiar with this place.

It's a theory.

Well, this
is Hard Luck Thompson's stake.

The stubborn bugger
worked this claim for years

before he went bust.

Any idea where I might
be able to find him?

I haven't seen him around.

What can you tell me
about him?

You can't turn your back
on policing, can you?

Please.

He was once close to Kate.

Once?

Heard they came out here
two years ago together.

She quit him
and started at the hotel.

Well,
seems my inanimate object

may have uncovered a suspect.

Did you ever see
Miss Linfield

in the company
of a Hard Luck Thompson?

No, but I heard they were
once very much in love.

Hmm.

In my profession,

I've seen what can happen
when that emotion sours.

Only in your profession?

I, too, have suffered loss.

So that's why you're here.

- George?
- Higgins.

I've discovered the identity
of the dead man.

- His name was January Billings.
- January?

He was reported missing
from his place of work.

A coworker identified the body.

Has the wife been notified?

She's here now, actually.

- What?
- No, Higgins, not right...

Uh, Mrs. Billings.

The constable said
that you wanted to see me.

Yes, please, have a seat.

What is this about?

There's no easy way
to tell you this, Mrs. Billings.

Your husband has been murdered.

Murdered?

No, that...
That can't be.

No, I assure you,
he's quite dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's going to be all right.

All right?

How in heaven's name
could it be?

Well, no,
"all right" is not the right...

We have arranged
for the body to be...

I mean, your husband...

Late husband...

I have to go.

Mrs. Billings,
if there's anything I can do...

You can find out
who shot him.

That's what you can do.

Shot him?

Thank you
for showing me around.

Everyone in town is convinced
Elizabeth Bryant did it.

I take it you're not.

Circumstance and speculation
will never trump fact.

So what are we looking for
out here?

Hard Luck Thompson.

Strange if those two
were once together

that he's taken no interest
in her murder.

Well, perhaps he didn't care.

Perhaps he's off
to another creek,

hoping his luck
will finally change.

Possibly.

Thompson!

Mr. Thompson!

Hello!

Hello?

Quiet. Quiet.

[birds squawking]

Ravens.

Nothing but scavengers.

Something around here
is dead.

Something or someone.

[flies buzzing]

Over here.

Is this Mr. Thompson, then?

A little worse for wear,
but him indeed.

Well, then at least we know
it wasn't him

that killed Miss Linfield.

How's that?

Miss Linfield
was killed a week ago.

Judging by his condition,

Mr. Thompson has been dead
for over two.

There is a silver lining
of sorts.

It's possible
that the same person

killed Kate Linfield
and Hard Luck Thompson.

Well, why do you say that?

Well, they were both killed
in the same manner:

A blow to the head
with a miner's pickax.

And I found
traces of a mineral

both in Hard Luck Thompson's
wound

and on the pickax
that killed Kate Linfield.

Do you know of anyone
that may have held a grudge

against the two of them?

None, I'm afraid.

Why have you stayed?

We both know
the gold rush is over.

This place,

my hotel...

it's all I have.

I fought hard for it.

I do not intend
to give it up.

But if there are
no customers...

There'll always be some,

enough to get by.

You're still a young woman.

I buried my husband here,

and while I don't fancy
joining him,

I'm not ready to leave yet.

Thank you for taking the time
to see me.

You'd never think it,

but there's really so much to do
to prepare for a funeral.

I don't mean to upset you,
but do you know

why a man
of your husband's station

would be
in such a rough area?

I'm not sure I could guess
what my husband was up to.

We'd grown...

somewhat apart
over the years.

[phone ringing]

Mrs. Billings,
something has been bothering me.

When I told you that
your husband had been killed,

you said he was shot.

How did you know that?

I saw the coroner's report
on your desk.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Yes?

I thought it was over
and done with.

No, I'll be there.

Yes.

I'm sorry, but as I said,

I don't know what my husband
was doing down there.

Well, thanks for your time.

And, Detective Crabtree,

I'll have you know, I resent
your veiled accusations.

I thank you for this, sir.

Superintendent Steele
said I was to cooperate.

Tell me, you handle all
of the registered gold claims

in the area,
do you not?

I do.

How many people
are holding on to their claims?

Not many.

So there are very few
active miners at the moment?

That's correct.

You were the luckiest one
this week.

Mr. Thompson's claim,

it was active
until the time of his death?

It was, God rest his soul.

Tell me, this other signature
on Hard Luck's claim,

Katherine Thompson...

Who is that?

Kate Linfield.

They were once married.

They held the claim jointly,

but she took no interest in it.

So Hard Luck's claim
could never be sold

as long as Kate Linfield
was still alive?

Who else still holds claims
on Bonanza Creek?

Isaac McKay.

I believe these
constitute motive for murder.

Hardly.

Without gold,
these are worthless.

Isaac McKay tried to buy
Thompson's claims but couldn't

because they were being held
by Kate Linfield.

So you think he murdered her
for the claims.

Yes.

With both Miss Linfield
and Thompson dead,

their claims go back
on the open market

and into McKay's hands.

Well, I suppose,

but why, Mr. Murdoch?

The gold rush is over.

Mrs. Billings
received a telephone call

about quarter past 5.00
this afternoon.

Higgins, I need you
to find that number

from the Toronto
telephone exchange.

That way,
we can reference the number

against the reverse directory,

and we can ascertain
where the call...

The call came from.

Higgins!
Phone exchange, now!

I heard McKay
tried to buy out.

Thompson's claim
at the mouth of the creek

but Hard Luck refused.

Most of these streams
are panned out.

Why would McKay want it?

Hope.

For some, being here
is better than the alternative.

Sound familiar?

I'm just trying to make
my own fortune, Jack.

There's no sin in that.

So answer me:

How did a detective
like yourself

end up mining for scraps
in the Klondike?

I'll never tell a soul.

I made a mistake.

I compromised
what I believed in.

Is it a choice
that you would make again?

I did
what I thought was right.

Would you do it again?

It cost me.

It's our mistakes
that define us.

The name of the person
who called Mrs. Billings

is Terrance Novak.

Thank you, Henry.

Bring him in for questioning.

You know, George,
we used to have conversations,

and now all you do
is order me around.

That's because
I'm your superior now, Higgins,

so just do what I say.

Certainly, Detective.

Crabtree.

Sir?

Your man
did a good job for you there.

A little honey with the vinegar,
don't you think?

I've learned
from the postmaster

that Mr. McKay
has had a long correspondence

with a California
mining concern.

Ah, California!

That's where I'm from.

Fascinating.

The California mining concern

is a Santa Ana
dredging company.

Is it becoming clear
to you now?

Well,
it's certainly not to me.

McKay's a sly one.

Would you mind telling me
what you're talking about?

The California gold rush
didn't end

when the prospectors left.

It began.

Are you familiar
with dredging?

Yes.

Those machines can move
more earth than an army of men.

Yes, but to bring
those machines here,

the cost would be enormous.

As would the reward.

But to stage a dredging
operation on the Bonanza...

On the claim
once held by Hard Luck.

And Kate Linfield.

So McKay
would be the one to profit

if Kate and Hard Luck's claims
went back into circulation.

Suggesting motive, yes.

Bastard.

He killed Kate,
and he pinned it on me.

Mrs. Bryant, please,
let me handle this.

Dr. Ogden, do you have plans
for the evening?

If you're free, I would be
delighted if you would join me.

There's a group of women
who meet at a private club

on Church Street.

I have to accompany my husband
to a dinner this evening.

I see.

Well, I hope
you can come sometime.

You are something
of an inspiration to us.

Well, thank you.

[echoing footsteps]

Isaac,
you have to tell the truth.

You killed her.

You're the one with blood
on your hands, not me.

Is it because
she wouldn't sell to you?

You're talking madness, woman.

You murdered the two of them!

Elizabeth.

I told you
to let me handle this.

Mr. McKay, get out of here.

- I saw what I saw, sir.
- Go!

I didn't do it.

I'm innocent!

Then trust the law,

not this.

Her name is Constance.

She took the law
into her own hands,

and I let her go free...

Well, not truly free.

She'll be on the run
the rest of her life.

That's better than death.

Perhaps,
but what I did was wrong.

If you are innocent,

then you must let the law
make that determination, not me.

That's easy for you to say,
Mr. Murdoch.

Your neck's not destined
for the noose.

Mrs. Bryant.

I've asked
Superintendent Steele

to return you to custody.

You bastard.

It's in your best interests,
Mrs. Bryant.

If you are innocent
of this crime,

you will not hang.

You have my word.

You're in an enviable position,
Mr. McKay.

The land you need to begin
your dredging operation

is now yours for the taking.

And all it cost
was a mere two lives.

Which I had nothing
to do with.

Hmm.

Tell me,
how is it you had occasion

to be in Miss Linfield's
hotel room

at such a convenient time?

I was worried for her safety.

Are you her sworn protector?

Hardly.

I was in the saloon when Arlen
came in from across the street,

told Elizabeth he'd seen Kate
with her husband's watch.

She ran out of here
faster than a scalded cat.

And you followed her?

Not right away.

For once, Arlen pulled out
the good Scotch.

I'd just had my first sip

when I realized I should
make sure Kate came to no harm.

But you were too late.

Mr. McKay,
who else stands to gain

if you were to go ahead
with your operation?

All of us:

Shops, saloons, hotels.

The best and worst of us

will all profit
when the miners return.

Of course.

Mrs. Billings.

Oh.

I had a conversation
with a Mr. Terrance Novak.

I believe you know him.

I'm not sure...

The man you hired
to kill your husband.

How could you not?

I did no such thing.

That's not
what Mr. Novak says.

And you're taking
his word against mine?

Why shouldn't I?

Upon searching his premises,
we found several bank drafts

written to him in your name
for services rendered.

How could you do such a thing?

What did your husband do
to deserve this?

All his running around.

At first, it was our secret.

But he became
less and less discreet.

All my friends knew.

He disgraced me.

Come with me.

Any luck
regarding Mrs. Bryant?

None, I'm afraid.

May I take a glass
of cold water, please?

I imagine you came out here
to prospect as well

hey, Mr. Pike?

Mm, that I did,

but I can't say
I had much luck.

You seem to be
doing all right now.

I'm not sure I understand.

I was noticing your bar,

all the nicks and grooves.

I imagine you collect
your fair share

of stray gold dust.

Oh, I resent the implication.

Oh, it's just another way
to mine the miners, I suppose.

When this town was booming,

this hotel
must have done quite well.

Busy every night.

Hmm?

No doubt you're aware
of Mr. McKay's plans?

An operation like that
would bring in hundreds of men,

all looking for a place to stay,
blow off some steam,

all of it held in abeyance

by Hard Luck Thompson
and Kate Linfield's refusal

to sell a useless piece of land.

Of course,
they're both dead now.

Mr. Pike,
do you have the time?

All this daylight,
it's impossible to tell.

It's 11:30 in the evening.

Oh, that is a handsome watch.

May I see it?

Wow.

It's a shame I don't have
some of my tools with me.

Otherwise,
I'd be able to raise

the inscription here
on the back.

You see?

It's been filed off.

That's not necessary.

It was a watch, wasn't it?

The item you told Mrs. Bryant
Kate Linfield stole.

A man's pocket watch.

You're very clever.

By killing Miss Linfield
and pinning it on Mrs. Bryant,

you accomplished two things:

You allowed Mr. McKay

to go ahead
with his dredging operation

and put yourself
in the position

of being the only hotelier
in town.

I wish I was that clever.

I was tending bar
the night Elizabeth killed Kate.

No, you weren't.

You were arguing with Kate.

You knew she and Hard Luck
were married.

You knew Hard Luck
wouldn't sell to McKay,

so you killed him.

You didn't expect his wife
shared the same stubborn streak.

And then no one held claim
to the land McKay needed.

You tell Elizabeth Bryant

that Kate has taken
her dead husband's watch.

She goes to confront her.

You stopped McKay
from following her right away

with a bottle
of your best Scotch.

But McKay is a decent man,

and he worried
for Miss Linfield's safety.

He wouldn't stay put.

He arrived in time
to find Elizabeth Bryant

standing over
a dead Kate Linfield.

One hotel owner dead,
the other accused of murder.

Do you own a pickax,
Mr. Pike?

Lost it.

Oh, then you'll be relieved
to know that it's been found

by Elizabeth Bryant

right beside
Kate Linfield's body.

All speculation,

wild theories.

I'll be examining
that pocket watch, Mr. Pike.

And when I do,
I believe I will indeed discover

that it belonged
to Mrs. Bryant's late husband.

What do you think?

Good thing you ended up here.

I owe you my freedom.

But you're leaving,
aren't you?

I have business to tend to.

Does it involve her,

the woman who hurt you?

That part of my life is over.

You'll find another.

Is that what you believe,

one chance at love?

So when my husband died,
it was all over for me?

Please don't tell me
that's true.

You'll find someone.

Not sure I want to.

But if you were compelled
to stay around...

Then that is your loss,
Mr. Murdoch.

Shame.

It would have been nice
to have someone to keep me warm

during the coming months.

I don't think
I could take the winter.

A softie, are you?

I'll have you know, I have
two under my belt already.

They say
the third's the hardest.

Then the spring
will be even more glorious.

Good-bye, Mr. Murdoch.

Good-bye, Mrs. Bryant.

How could a woman
hire somebody

to kill her husband?

There are many hidden things
in a marriage,

especially a dishonest one.

A dishonest one?

Obviously, he had desires
his wife could not meet.

And she was foolish enough
to settle.

The result is inevitable:

The result
of a passionless marriage.

You don't agree?

Passion need not be
the bedrock of marriage.

There can be love
and mutual respect

without schoolgirl sentiment.

Well, good evening.

- Good evening.
- Doctor.

So what do you think,
Detective Crabtree?

You have a keen mind.

Is Dr. Ogden talking
about Mrs. Billings' marriage?

I need to be back
where I belong.

I assumed
that would be the case.

So you'll need this, then.

I fished it out of the creek
a day or two ago.

I'll wear it once again
once I've earned it.

You saved Mrs. Bryant
from the noose.

I suppose that's a start.

You said something about
your mistakes defining you.

I believe it's what you do
to right them that does.

When did I become
so philosophical?

Must be the mountain air.

Will you be back?

I don't know.

If I feel the call of the wild
once again.

Hmm.

You've been
of great assistance to me.

I never did get your surname.

It's London, Jack London.

And what's that you said,
the call of the...

Call of the wild.

Oh.

That's a nice turn of phrase.

Higgins.

Hodge.

Good to see you.

Gentlemen, how is everyone?

Worsley.

Winton.

Sirl.

Oh, you're back.
Thank goodness!

It's wonderful to see you, sir.

It's good to see you
as well, George.

I see
you've made the office home.

Oh, sir, I'll have this
back to rights in seconds, sir,

in seconds.

My goodness, sir,

while you were away,
we had the strangest case:

The death of a man
whose name was January...

Certainly the first person
I've ever heard with that name.

I had a bit of a mishap here
with your typewriter.

Some of the keys became stuck,
and it drew some blood, but...

You can't do it, Murdoch.

I intend to confess
my involvement

in Constance Gardiner's escape,
Sir.

You can't.

It'll ruin me.

You know that.

I lied for you.

I'll say
it was at my insistence.

And how do you think
that'll go down, eh?

Detective Giles
is now chief constable.

He already doubts my story
about the faulty lock.

You cast doubt on it,
we'll both end up behind bars.

You're forcing me
to live a lie, sir.

I saved your bloody job!

You made your choice
when you let the woman go.

I made mine
when I saved your skin.

The die is cast.

Sir, what will I do?

You want to pay your penance

or whatever it is
you Catholic blokes do?

Go back to doing
what you do best.

You're a detective.

Be one.

Oh, and, Murdoch,

we'd best watch our backs.

Giles' beady eyes
are on us both.

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