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Police!
Stop!

Did you see a man come... Hey!

Did you see...
Oh, bloody hell.

Oi! You there!

You don't run from
an officer of the law.

I wasn't running by.
I was chasing.

- What?
- Yeah. The...

The real killer,
he's over there.

- Get back...
- Ooh!

George?

I'm terribly sorry,
sir. He got away.

Are you all right?

He got me in my least
vulnerable part, sir.

Ah. Sir.

What have you, Henry?

Well, the victim's name was Peter Farrelly.
He arrived yesterday morning, sir.

According to the manager,
there were complaints

of a loud altercation
last night around 8:00.

Then the maid found
his body this morning.

Mm. Thank you, Henry.

Please interview the hotel guests,
collect Mr. Farrelly's personal effects,

- and bring them to the station house.
- Right away.

Sir, the man I was chasing was
in the room when we got here.

Why would he return to
the scene of the crime?

Indeed, George.

Perhaps he was looking for this.

It was clutched in
the victim's hand.

A scrap of paper.

Not just any paper, George.

Linen paper.

They make paper out of linen?

Not anymore, but they
did a long time ago.

How long?

Centuries, George.

Centuries.

- May I have a look?
- No. We mustn't touch it.

I suppose you're going to tell
me how you know the age of this.

The paper is made of
cloth, sir, not wood pulp.

- So, how old exactly?
- Well, I can't say,

but it's certainly
pre-Industrial technology.

And you think it's got
something to do with the murder.

Looks like writing, doesn't it?

My theory is that this is the
bottom 1/3 of a series of letters.

And how are you gonna
figure out the top 1/3?

Top 2/3.

I have an idea.

I'm sure you do.

Well, keep me informed.

Where are you off to, sir?

My son John and his pals are
putting on some sort of a show.

- A show?
- Vaudeville of some sort.

The lad's got some talent.

Oh. Good for him.

Probably gets it
from his old man.

Some things you're
just born with, Murdoch.

There was fresh bruising
on his right cheekbone.

Three of his teeth
were loosened.

- And, look here.
- He was bitten?

Not your typical Corktown
Saturday night, I would say.

So he was beaten to death.

Seems as though he
took more than he gave.

Most of the bruising
appears defensive.

Implying murderous intent.

- Time of death?
- I'll be determining that shortly.

Wow!

What on earth was that screech?

Henry's reaction
to the rum, sir.

We found it in the
victim's suitcase.

George, that's evidence.

Well, our intentions were
purely investigative, sir.

It is my belief that
our victim, Mr. Farrelly,

hails from where I
spent my formative years.

The colony of New-found-land.

Newfound-land.
But, yes, sir,

and the man that I was
chasing this morning...

He spoke with a
Newfoundland accent.

You spoke to him?

Briefly. Before he biffed me.

The guests who heard
the fight last night, sir,

said the two men were
speaking strangely.

that it sounded like
English, but that it wasn't.

And Henry's reaction to the
rum confirms my suspicions.

Both victim and killer
were from the colony.

Hmm. Anything else?

Yes, sir. We found...

this bottle.

Chloral hydrate.

Now, isn't that what disreputable sorts

put in other people's drinks
to render them asleep?

Yes, it is.

Interesting.

Right, then, George.
Speak with the night clerk.

Find out what he knows
about what happened. And, yes,

see if Mr. Farrelly spoke
with a Newfound-land accent.

Sir.

Henry, I have a
different task for you.

Sir.

Henry,

I believe these symbols
represent a sequence of letters.

Your job is to figure
out which letters.

How many combinations are there?

35 trillion.

- 35...
- Steady on, Henry.

Very few of those
will make actual words.

Now I've devised a way
to make your task easier.

Each of these tiles represents
a letter on the board.

And the number in the corner represents
their position from the left side.

You'll be much more productive
if you proceed methodically,

and you'll soon see which sequences
have the potential to make actual words.

What if they're
not English words?

Let's hope that they are,

or that would make the task
considerably more difficult.

Good luck.

Bugger.

He died between 8:00
and 9:00 last night.

Which is consistent with the
argument that was overheard.

He was drunk.

There was a large quantity of what
I believe to be rum in his stomach

and high levels of
alcohol in his blood.

Hm.

Anything else out
of the ordinary?

Yes. I think you'll
find this interesting.

I also found traces of
chloral hydrate in his stomach.

Mr. Farrelly left at about
6:00 and returned around 8:00.

Did he speak with an accent?

He didn't speak at all.

Not a friendly type?

Actually, he seemed
to be in a hurry.

And when did the fight begin?

- After the man came in.
- Which man?

He asked for
Mr. Farrelly's room number.

He talked with an accent
like yours... only more so.

Is that right?

Anything else you
can tell me about him?

Just that he arrived
in a Prestige Cab.

Hmm.

Inspector Brackenreid.

What a nice surprise.
How can I help you?

It's about my eldest son, John.

I know perhaps that I didn't
spend enough time with him,

but a man does
have obligations...

- To keep his family well fed and whatnot.
- Of course.

Inspector Brackenreid,

what is it you want to talk about?

I think my son's a Nancy boy.

Oh. What makes you say that?

He was in a play.

So he shares your
love of the theater.

It was an Oscar Wilde play,
and he played Lady Bracknell.

I was hoping for something
with a bit more blood and guts.

Maybe Macbeth or Hotspur.

Men have played
female characters.

It was the way he played her.

Really embracing the role,
if you know what I mean.

Would you have a
word with him, Doctor?

Of course.

Keep this between us.

This is the worst job ever.

Henry, you're approaching
this with the wrong attitude.

Think of it as a game.
You can call it...

Scramble.

Could be a lot of fun.

Ah. sir.

I telephoned the
Prestige Cab Company,

and they confirmed they dropped a
man off at the Queen's Hotel at 8:00 p.m.,

and that man was picked up
from a home on 23 Anne Street.

- Thank you, George.
- There's more, sir.

There often is.

That home belongs
to one Ezekiel Farrelly.

- That surname again.
- Indeed, sir.

Ezekiel Farrelly.

Toronto Constabulary.

Sir.

Newfoundland rum.

Very good.

We'll bring it in and
check for fingermarks.

We'll also need to bring the contents
to the morgue, and have it tested.

Sir, what exactly
are we looking for?

Chloral hydrate.

Like this, sir?

Someone's still here.

Or just leaving.

Oi! Stop there!

You don't get
away from me twice!

Oh, for the love of...

On your way.

Slippery fish, that one, sir.

So, this is our man?

Well, the eyes
were a little beadier,

but that's him, more or less.

Right, then. I want these
distributed to all the usual places...

Station houses, transit points.

I want every man in uniform
on the lookout for this fella.

And, lads, if you do see him,
don't let him out of your sight.

He's very, very sneaky.

Hello, John.

My name's Dr. Ogden.

I'm a friend of your father's.

- He wanted me to speak with you.
- All right.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

And how are things
between you and your father?

He thinks I'm a sissy.

Well, John, I'm sure
he doesn't think...

He does.

He's as much as told me so.

That's why I'm here, isn't it?

John, it's all right if you
don't like the same things

- as some of the other boys...
- I'm not, you know.

I'm not a sissy.

I've tested the contents of
both glasses and the bottle.

The liquid was 65% alcohol.

Rum?

I tasted a small sample and
can attest that it is, indeed, rum,

albeit of a quality I've
never before encountered.

Did you happen to
find any chloral hydrate?

Not in the bottle itself,
but in both the glasses.

Both?

You've made some
progress there, Higgins?

Well, this is everything
I could find for the first three.

And now I'm working on the fourth.

"Sin." Is that your only
option for the third word?

Well, the first letter
has to be "S." It's the only option.

The second letter could
be an "L" "T," "I," or an "F."

And the third has to
be an "H," "K," or "N."

So "sin" is the
only word that fits.

Yes, but "sin" doesn't really go with
any of the words that you have here.

I mean, it can't just be a random
assortment of words, right?

- It has to mean something.
- Mm.

Have you tried numbers?

Well, there's no number
option for the third position,

and you can't mix
numbers and letters.

Yes, you can.

Let's just say that
this "S" is actually a 5.

Then we could take
the "T" and the "H."

5th.

Then our next
word could be "O-F."

Of. 5th of.

Remember, remember,
the 5th of November.

- What?
- Guy Fawkes, Henry.

Honestly. Are you completely
oblivious to your own heritage?

Anyway, the point is that our
next word has to be a month.

Now, how many
months have four letters?

Not many.

Two, June and July.

"J-U-N-E."

5th of June.

The last four characters
will be numbers,

and that will be your year.

They were trying
to drug each other?

We found chloral hydrate in
both Ezekiel Farrelly's kitchen

and Peter Farrelly's suitcase.

I suspect they poured it into each other's
glass while the other wasn't looking.

Well, there's irony for you.

How about the "whys" of
it, Murdoch? Any ideas?

It may have something to do with the piece
of paper we found in the victim's hand.

I suspect that the other
portion of the document

was torn from his
clutches by the killer.

And you believe that
to be Ezekiel Farrelly?

Both Ezekiel Farrelly and the killer
spoke with a Newfoundland accent.

Ezekiel Farrelly was
seen visiting the victim

shortly before the murder
and hasn't been seen since.

Mm.

Ah.

- Julia.
- Hello, William.

- Inspector.
- Doctor.

What brings you here?

Actually, Murdoch, I asked for
Dr. Ogden on a personal matter.

Ah. Right.

Well, I'll leave you to it, then.

Have a seat, Doctor.

Ah. Sir.

I showed the sketch of
our suspect to the night clerk

to make sure that it was the same
man that visited Peter Farrelly that night.

- And?
- He couldn't be sure.

Poor eyesight, apparently.

The 5th of June, 1720.

Very good, Henry.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, yes. Very good, Henry.

Right.

So we have a
signature and a date.

George, please go to the
library, and see if you can find

anything significant on a
John Roberts who lived in 1720.

Sir.

Excellent.

John insists he's not a sissy.

Of course he does.
Any boy would.

I want your assessment.

Well, I'm not sure I can
provide anything definitive.

He's still very young.

What's your gut feeling?

I think he's a
lovely, sensitive boy.

I hear you, Doctor.
Loud and clear.

It's all my fault.

I allowed Margaret
to make him soft.

Is your younger son soft?

Bobby? No.

He's all rough-and-tumble,
just like his old man.

Then how did Margaret manage
to make just one son soft?

Inspector, the only person
who's ever done any

work in this area is
Richard von Krafft-Ebing.

And he believes that sexual
orientation is very likely inborn.

You can't hypnotize him?

Hypnosis doesn't
change who you are.

I just want him to
make the right choice.

Inspector, did you choose?

First time I laid
eyes on a woman.

I certainly did.

He was the scourge
of the seven seas...

a fearsome pirate who plied
his trade on the mighty oceans.

He was feared from the
Spanish Main to Kingston Harbour.

Who are we talking
about, George?

John Roberts.

Also known as Black Bart.

- Black Bart?
- Yes, sir.

And on June 5, 1720, Black
Bart landed in Newfoundland

at a place called Trepassey
Bay on a ship laden with treasure.

Now, sir, he may have
buried his treasure there,

hoping to later use it as a
bargaining chip to secure a pardon.

Pirates were always doing
that kind of thing back then.

And did he obtain a pardon?

No, sir. He was killed
off the coast of Africa.

But the treasure map
may have survived.

Sir, we may be dealing with
a fragment of that very map.

Which could certainly
constitute motive for murder.

What is it, Jackson?

I showed the sketch
at the train station.

- He boarded a train.
- To where?

North Sydney, Nova Scotia.

Sir, North Sydney is where
the boats leave for Newfoundland.

Thank you, Jackson.

- Sir.
- Well, George...

you know what this means, then?

Not exactly, sir.

You and I have to
go to Newfoundland.

To find Black Bart's treasure.

To find Peter Farrelly's killer.

Yes, of course, sir.

Is it much further, George?

Well, sir, after this
hill, there's a steep hill.

- And then it's...
- Another hill?

Yes, sir.

How's it feel to
be home, George?

Sir, it feels just...

Uhh.

It feels like some
things never change, sir.

This was new.

So, you're from the
mainland, are you?

Toronto. We're in pursuit of a
man we believe to be a murderer.

What's his name?

One Ezekiel Farrelly.

That's not Ezekiel Farrelly.

No, that's Jacob Doyle.

You know him?

Every copper from here to
Corner Brook knows this sleeveen.

Ah. Wouldn't peg him
as a killer, mind you.

He's more of
a pain in the arse

from a long line
of pains in the arse.

Who's he supposed
to have murdered?

We believe him to
be a Peter Farrelly.

'Tis indeed who it is.

It's Pete.

Has a shop up Water Street.

Antiquities mostly.

Andy!

Head over to Pete's Antiques.

Inform Eunice that Pete's
been murdered in Toronto.

Tell her details are scanty but,

we'll send someone around
when we finds what's goin' on.

Oh.

No crying this time.

So, who is Ezekiel
Farrelly, then?

Never heard of him.

Is he an East Bay or a West Bay?

Oh. I wouldn't know.

No, no. The Farrellys from around
here come from Trepassey Bay.

So he's either an East Bay
Farrelly or a West Bay Farrelly,

and the two sides
don't get along.

- Why is that?
- Job to say.

Been that way as long
as anyone can remember.

Which was Peter Farrelly?

East Bay.

Now, this Ezekiel...
Is he a suspect, too?

- Possibly.
- Hm.

Well, your badge will be
returned upon your departure.

You're allowed to
question whomever you like.

And I'll grant you
limited powers of arrest.

But you'd better be right.

We don't take lightly to men from
other countries detaining local folk.

Him on the other hand...

you can arrest as many
times as you please.

Ah.

This is...

his last known address.

Thank you.

Sir!

Should we wait
till he comes back?

I don't think he's
coming back, George.

So what now?

Perhaps we should
pay a visit to the widow.

I knew something was wrong.

He was supposed to telegraph me
as soon as that meeting was over.

What was the meeting
about, Mrs. Farrelly?

He wouldn't say exactly.

But it was something
to do with that map.

- What map?
- Oh, the one that man came in to sell.

What's his name?

He's a charming man,
but a sleeveen, I hear.

Jacob Doyle?

Yes. That's the one.

He came in about a
week ago waving a paper.

Linen paper.

It looked to be about
mid-18th century.

Was this a treasure map, ma'am?

I didn't get more
than a glance at it.

Oh, Lord.

You don't think that
they killed Pete for it?

It's a possibility.

Did he buy the document?

No.

But I could tell
that he wanted to.

He offered Jacob $20.

Is that a large
sum for the item?

Newfoundland is old, sir.

Documents on linen paper,
they're not altogether common,

but they do come in.

Piece like Jacob brought in...

That was worth $2 or $3 at best.

A man offers you 10 times more
than you know something's worth

makes you think
twice about selling.

Do you have any idea how Jacob
Doyle obtained the document?

He said he won
it in a poker game.

- From whom?
- Clay Murphy.

Lives up on Barnes
Road, I believe.

I had three kings.

Three.

And Doyle, jeezly Doyle...
He's a bluffer, see?

He raised me.

I had no more
money on the table,

so I offered up that old piece of
paper I found in me root cellar.

Wouldn't you know it...
The bastard had a flush?

Did you say you found
it in your root cellar?

It was crammed in here.

I found it when I was
cleaning the place out.

- What was written on it?
- Oh, it's a job to say.

It looked to be a part
of an old land survey.

- Part of?
- Yes.

There was writing at
the top that appeared

to be a continuation of
something that went before.

Same thing with the bottom.

And in the middle was a small
map of what appeared to be coastline.

Hm.

How long have you
lived at this property?

All me life. Me father owned
it and his father before him.

Any idea who
owned it before that?

A family by the name
of Farrelly, I believe.

Sir...

I think what Mr. Murphy
was describing

was the middle
section of three pieces.

At least three. Why?

Well, sir, I recall a
story from my childhood

that involved pirates and treasure

and three feuding brothers.

Was this a true story?

No, sir. It was a
children's book, actually,

pictures and all, read to
me by my Aunt Azalea.

And why is this
relevant, George?

Because, sir, I can't stop thinking

that the name of these
feuding brothers was Farrelly.

Indeed?

Sir, it would give me great pleasure to
introduce you to the women who raised me.

- Of course.
- It's just over this hill.

Ooh!

Georgie Porgie!

- Pudding and pie.
- Aunties.

Aunties, it's wonderful to see you,

and I will visit with each of you,

but right now I'm on
official police business.

Listen to him, all growed up.

- Sounds serious.
- Well, it is.

Detective Murdoch and I need to
ask Aunt Azalea some questions.

Have you come to
arrest her, Georgie?

I thought she was your favorite.

Don't be so foolish.
You're all my favorite.

And I'll be arresting
you all equally.

She'll be out in a moment.
She's entertaining.

Ah. Well, in that case,
Detective Murdoch,

it's my pleasure to
introduce you to my aunts.

Aunt Daisy.

Aunt Marigold.

Aunt Iris. Aunt Dahlia.

Is that Georgie's voice I hear?

Oh!

So good to see you.

Aunt Azalea, Detective
William Murdoch.

Oh, my goodness.

Georgie writes
about you all the time.

You never said he
was so handsome.

It's a pleasure.

Aunt Azalea, we need to
ask you some questions.

Oh. Well, come on, then.
We goes into my room.

I thought you were entertaining.

Oh. Well, we're
all finished now.

Got a card from
Petunia the other day.

She says she sees
you every week.

Yes. I stop in at the lunch
counter every Monday.

She still stout?

And getting stouter by the week.

And Primrose?

- She's in Belleville now.
- Oh.

Cousin Penny drops
by every now and then.

She's got herself engaged
to some young fella.

Azalea, I was very sorry
to hear about the reverend.

Oh. It was his time, Georgie.

The Lord took him kindly.
Can't ask for more than that.

Yes. I suppose so.

Do you remember reading me a
book about three feuding brothers?

It was a children's book.
There was a picture of

- a pirate ship on the front.
- Ben's book.

Ben Farrelly was
one of my regulars.

He was hoping to publish it,
but it never panned out.

- Do you still have it?
- If I do, it will be in the attic.

Right back.

Mm.

George...

what kind of place is this?

It's a rectory, sir.

The reverend wasn't using it, so he
rented it to my aunts for their business.

What kind of business?

Sir, if you don't know,
I'm not sure I should say.

I might have guessed, George.

That's good, sir.

It would have made for
an awkward explanation.

George, was the reverend
aware of all of this?

Oh, yes, sir.
It was his idea.

I found it.
It's a bit dusty.

Oh, my goodness.
Look at that.

I remember it being
so much bigger.

Oh.

Right, then.
"The Pirates of Trepassey Bay."

"Once upon a time,
there was a fisherman named..."

Sir, perhaps I should summarize.

Good idea, George.

So, essentially, we have a
fisherman, and he has three sons.

And they quarreled and
fought with each other.

And the fisherman, he despaired.

And then one day,
the dreaded pirate, Black Bart,

he sails into Trepassey Harbor.

"Be not afraid," says he.

"Come with me.
I'll make pirates of ye.

"Shillings two, I'll pay to you."

- "A Jolly Roger and a cockatoo"...
- George, if we could get to the gist.

Ah yes. Of course.
So, the fisherman,

he joins up with Black Bart,

and they go on many
incredible adventures.

That could be my favorite one.

But unfortunately, one day,
after a violent fight at sea,

Black Bart is killed
and his crew arrested.

But not before his treasure map

finds its way into the
hands of the fisherman.

Here we see him with it, looking
rather chuffed with himself.

But, of course, he's
been sentenced to hang,

so he divides the treasure
map into three pieces

and bequeaths them to his sons,

knowing that they'll finally
have to work together

if they want to
find the treasure.

- But they never did.
- No, sir.

Two of the brothers
conspired to kill the third.

And only after they do,
do they realize he's hidden his piece.

So the treasure was never found?

Is the story true, then?

Apocryphal though it may
be, there is a ring of truth.

What can you tell
us about the author?

Oh.

He was my favorite.

We was to be married,
but he died in the storm of '86.

Mm.

Um, was he East Bay or West Bay?

West Bay, and proud of it.

Oh. Miss, uh...

Aunt Azalea...

we are looking for a West Bay
Farrelly by the name of Ezekiel.

Zeke.
Yes.

Fine fella.

His family moved out
Toronto way, as I recall.

We believe he may have
moved back to Newfoundland.

Do you know where we
might begin to look for him?

Oh. I imagine he'd
be with his in-laws.

They live south of town.

Petty Harbour.

Petty Harbour.

You're leaving?

George, why don't you stay
and visit with your aunts?

And I'll make inquiries.

Thank you, sir.

John.

Good God.

I got into a fight, Father.

- Who with?
- Johnny Fairweather.

Johnny--
He's twice your bloody size.

I did my best, Father.

There's no shame in
taking a beating, son.

If you're in the right, the only
shame is in running from it.

Thank you, Father.
I'll see you at dinner.

- You lost, is you?
- Hello.

I'm looking for
Ezekiel Farrelly.

And who is you?

Detective Murdoch of the
Toronto Constabulary in Canada.

This man is wanted for murder.

Well, there's no Zeke
Farrelly around here.

I didn't call him Zeke.

You used a familiar contraction, which
leads me to believe you do know him.

What, youse calling me a liar?

I think you're deliberately
avoiding the truth,

and I'm not leaving
here until I get it.

Give him a good one.
Take his hat.

Duck!

Duck!

- Run!
- Run!

Come here and get on my GTO.

GT what?

GTO, for "Get Thee Out of here."

Okay... go.

Go!

Inspector.

Is everything all right?

It's John.

He got into a fight
yesterday at school.

Oh. That surprises me.

It surprised me, too.

Was his first-ever fight.

Took quite a beating.

Came back with a
split lip and a black eye.

Oh. I can see why
that would upset you.

Upset me? I was
dead chuffed about it.

My boy's finally
acting like a man.

Well, then what is the problem?

I talked to his teacher.

John picked on the biggest lad
in his class, for no reason at all.

You think he deliberately provoked
a beating to prove he's not a sissy?

He came by my office.
He never just pops by my office.

It was all for my benefit.

The boy's got guts.
I'll give him that.

Your approval is
clearly important to him.

He's willing to go to
extreme lengths to get it.

Well, look who we have here.

George, I would like you
to meet Mr. Jacob Doyle.

Oh, we've met.

No hard feelings, what?

Actually, I do have some.

And you can put your hands
behind your back, for me, Mr. Doyle.

George, George,
Mr. Doyle is no longer a suspect.

In fact, we are going
to be working with him.

This is the document that
Mr. Doyle won in the poker game.

- Where is this?
- Up the shore from Trepassey Bay.

So there was a treasure map.

There's nothing on
there about no treasure.

But when I showed it to Pete
and he offered me a $20 for it...

- That's when you knew.
- That's when I suspected.

It was only after he sent Gordie
Andrews to come get the map that I knew.

A local burglar

Mr. Farrelly hired to
photograph the document.

Photograph?
Why not just steal it?

'Cause Pete knew I'd know
who was after stealing it.

By Photographing it, Mr. Farrelly

would essentially have the
map without alerting Mr. Doyle.

Gordie's as dumb as me arse,
and I caught him red-handed.

Once I learned what he was
up to, I made him take a fake.

- A fake?
- I took a skipper's map,

a fisherman's map,

and I traced out the shoreline
south of Petty Harbor.

He then laid the tracing
overtop of this document

and had Mr. Andrews
photograph that.

So, what you think this Gordie
Andrews would play along?

I told him I'd turn
him in to the coppers.

There's nothing they'd love more

than to see him rot with the
rats for a couple of months.

He then watched Mr. Farrelly,

and when he went off to
Toronto, Mr. Doyle followed.

It was obvious there had
to be two pieces to the map.

I was hoping that
he'd lead me to them.

But Ezekiel Farrelly
beat you to it.

Some quick.

Right. Sir, a word
if you don't mind.

Sir, this is the man who beamed
me on the head with a 2x4.

Yes. I'm aware of that, George.

So I think that shows a
certain lack of moral judgment.

How do we know he's not the one
who killed Peter and Ezekiel Farrelly?

Because when I asked the West
Bay'ers about Ezekiel Farrelly,

they attacked me.

- You think they were hiding him?
- Possibly.

I don't know what
Farrelly looks like,

and neither does Mr. Doyle.

Which is why we've
agreed to work together.

We're going to trick Ezekiel
Farrelly into revealing himself.

Mr. Doyle has
discovered a recent dig

in the vicinity of
Petty Harbour.

Here.

Where Ezekiel Farrelly
was looking for the treasure.

Yes. But unfortunately for Farrelly, he
was using the wrong version of the map.

But based on where he was
digging, relative to the coastline...

We could determine where
the treasure actually is.

Steady on, George.

It still will only be an
approximate location.

And might I remind you, we are
here to arrest Ezekiel Farrelly?

But, sir, this won't
give us Ezekiel Farrelly.

No, but it could if he were to
gain access to the true map.

You're just going
to give him the map?

I'm not going to give
it to him, George.

I'm going to trick
him into stealing it,

which is where you come in.

How's you gettin' on, boys?

Got a drop o' barrel
rum on the go, Skipper?

Good or cheap?

I don't know.
Cheap any good?

She's not good,
but she's not half bad either.

Well, if she's not half bad,
she's good enough for me.

Who do you belong to?

I'm from Trepassey, old man.
Peter Farrelly is me cousin.

East Bay'er, then, is you?

Mm. That I am.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, tell me something, now.

Is Ezekiel anywhere
to be found 'round?

No. There's no
Ezekiel 'round 'ere.

Oh, well, for frig's sake,
I has a message for him.

What's that, then?

That map he got,
the photograph of that map...

That's useless, old man.
That's like tits on a bull.

What are on about, boy?

I'm telling you, boy.
It's a fake.

I got the original right here.

Now, I'd be willin' to sell that to him for
a fair price if I seen him face-to-face.

Well, now, Ezekiel
not here right now,

but he'll be back by and by.
If you wants to have another...

Well, if he'll be along,
then I will have another.

In fact, keep 'er
filled to the gills.

Tell me one thing...

can ye West Bay proud have as
fine a time as us East Bay proud?

Whoo!

Whoo-whoo!
Whoo-whoo!

Hey boys,

there you go!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Oh!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Whoo!

Hey!

Whoo!

Get away from me!
No! Get away from me!

Come on, boys!

- Get away from me!
- Come on!

Yeah!
Aah!

He's not one for
the hooch, is he?

I'm just a little out
of practice, is all.

Are you all right, George?

Sir, I'm feeling
a bit better now.

Lads, are we sure we're
in the right spot, or what?

We've been here for three hours.
I haven't seen nothing.

That's him.
Let's go.

Give me the map.

Mr. Doyle, take
your hands off of him.

Ezekiel Farrelly, you are under arrest
for the murder of Peter Farrelly.

What is this?
This isn't the map.

What map? I am Marconi.

- Who?
- Who?

My name is Guglielmo Marconi.

The wireless telegrapher?

I am here to set up
a receiving station.

Oh. Yes. Yes,
I've read about this.

You wish to send a
signal across the Atlantic.

I need an uninterrupted
path to England.

So, go on.

Go to Signal Hill.

You can see halfway
to France from there.

It is called Signal Hill?

Yes. It's in St. John's.

Which is thataway, so, uh...

go on. Get.

Uh, Mr. Marconi.

If I may, it is an
honor to meet you.

Boys...

Farrelly could be
here any second.

Sir.

Look at that chap there.

- Let's go!
- Go!

No!

Give me your hand.

- Give me the map.
- No.

If you don't give us
your hand, you will die.

But give me the map first.

Ezekiel Farrelly...

you're under arrest for
the murder of Peter Farrelly.

- Mr. Doyle...
- Just...

Just... let me be.

I've decided to take
up rugby, Father.

Rugby? That's a bit
rough-and-tumble for you, isn't it?

Yes, sir.
It's a good manly sport.

That's what you want, isn't it?

For me to be more of a man?

Kids, could we have this bench?

Thank you.

John...

I don't want you to be
anyone that you're not.

And I especially don't want you to be
someone that you're not just for my sake.

- Since when?
- Since always.

The only thing that matters
to your mother and me is that...

is that you're
proud of yourself.

Maybe I don't want
to play rugby, then.

I was thinking about
putting on another play.

Which one?

"Antony and Cleopatra."

What role?

Mark Antony, I think.

He gets all the best lines.

Good lad.

Spoken like a true Yorkshireman.

Congratulations, Detective.

Now, will you be escorting
Ezekiel back to Toronto?

Yes, sir.
But if it's all right with you,

we'd like to keep him in
your cells for a few hours.

We have some goodbyes to say.

Aunties, it has been
wonderful seeing all of you.

And I will visit again
before too long.

Is that a promise, Georgie?

Yes. It is, indeed.
And that's what it is.

- Oh!
- Georgie!

Can't you stay a bit longer now?

I will.

He's all grown up, huh?

Well, it is beautiful
country, George.

It is, indeed, sir.

I do miss it sometimes.

How long did you live here?

Well, I moved here with
the reverend when I was 3.

Then back to Toronto
when I was 16.

When did the reverend decide to rent
out the rectory to your aunts, George?

Shortly after we moved
here, I believe, sir.

It was a tough life for
a dock girl back then.

They suffered for their trade.

So the reverend and
my aunts made a deal...

They could stay in the rectory

as long as they ran a
respectable business.

- Respectable?
- Yes, sir.

All the customers
had to wear a tie.

No exceptions.

My aunts had to save their
money, look out for one another.

And they had to go to
church every Sunday.

And all of your aunts
are named after flowers?

Sir, that was my
Aunt Daisy's idea.

They called themselves the
Flower Girls of Flower Hill.

Sometimes a gentlemen caller

would bring the flower of
the girl he was calling on.

Your reverend was
a very wise man.

Yes, indeed. He was, sir.

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