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(BRIGHT MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You must realize it's a ridiculous law.

And you're the one who
decides that, are ya?

Doesn't need much deciding.

Our celebration's been
banned for more than 50 years.

Surely the time for such
foolishness has passed.

I'm sorry, sir, but the St. Patrick's
Day parade is still not permitted.

The last time that you lot
marched, a man was killed.

- By one of yours.
- Yet we get punished for it.

The only way to rescind
the ban on the parade

- is through city council.
- (SCOFFS)

And that'll never happen.

- Bloody Orange Lodge.
- Watch your mouth, sir.

Oh, you deny that fact?

I'm thinking of my family.

My daughter, Laoise,

and the generations that come after her.

In a hundred years, I
want them to look back

and be proud of what we're
trying to do here now.

And what exactly is it
that you're trying to do?

Crowd the streets? Stir up trouble?

We're getting nowhere with these two!

I thank you both for your time.

A word to the wise.

Jimmy Mitchell is coming to town.

Oh, that bastard.

- What's he doing here?
- Stirring up trouble.

Trouble that can be avoided
if you lot keep a low profile.

A low profile, is it?

In our own city.

You want us to hide in our homes

while that loudmouth spews his hate?

No such thing as one law
for all, is there, sir?

(SIGHS)

(REVVING)

(VEHICLE HONKING)

Sir?

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(THEME MUSIC)

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And you didn't see anyone?

No. The shot came from over there,

the open window.

Is it possible you were the target?

I considered that, and if this poor soul

took a shot that was intended for me.

Hm. I wouldn't fret until we know.

Right. We should have a look up there.

Roberts, with me.

Make sure the crowd
is dispersed properly.

Clear vantage point.

Aside from the open window,

there isn't much to
indicate someone was here.

Sir, if I may?

Speak your mind, Constable.

A man who would try to take this shot

would have had to
know what he was doing.

Hm.

I don't think you were the target, sir.

If I wasn't,

then why him?

(DOOR OPENS)

- Dad?
- (DOOR CLOSES)

(HART): No fingermarks.
They've been filed off.

Good Lord! Did you
happen to find a name?

No personal effects, no belongings.

So this person intended to be anonymous.

It would appear so.

The shot, as you know,
was direct to the heart.

He would have died instantly.

There was one thing.

I'm not sure if this
will be of any help.

His suit was from a tailor
in Five Points, New York.

New York?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Mr. Ryan.

Do you mind?

You've got some of
Erin in you, don't ya?

- The complexion, the hair.
- I do, indeed.

And your faith?

That is my business, sir. Not yours.

Huh.

But you still...

must have some of the
old country in you.

I do.

But this is a new one.

Ah. Tell that to the Protestants.

Every July the 12th,
their bloody parade.

Terrorizing the neighbourhoods,

harassing the women.

And all we want is a simple parade

celebrating the life of
a saint, of all things.

There is nothing I can do about it.

The St. Patrick's Day
parade is against the law.

Well, let me ask you this, then.

Do you think this is fair?

I don't care to share my
personal opinion on the matter.

Oh.

Ah, so...

That's my answer then.

Good day.

Good day to you, Mrs. Crabtree.

And we showed those Frenchies, we did!

Six of them in the hospital,

but we taught them to
respect their betters.

And reminded them

that Montreal is an English city.

Bloody Papists, the lot of them.

(MAN): Hear, hear.

I've heard tell

- Toronto is the Belfast of North America.
- (MAN): Yes!

But I trust you all
still have the mettle

to keep those Catholics in their place!

(ALL CHEERING)

So let's just enjoy this fine meal

that Maggie and the
girls have made for us.

Chief Constable,

I expect we'll see no trouble

during Mr. Mitchell's visit here.

As long as everybody behaves themselves.

Yeah, well, perhaps they should
leave their troubles at home.

Huh. If only.

Come on, girl, let's see you down it.

All the way! Come on, girl,

let's see you down it
all. Yeah! Let's go!

Let's go! There it is!

- (LIVELY FOLK MUSIC)
- That's the spirit.

Well, I need another.

I could not deny you your thirst.

(LAUGHING)

So what do we do, Frank?

Well, we hold the bloody parade

whether it's against the law or not.

We came here to be
free people, did we not?

Ah, surely did, Frank.

So we show our colours, even
if it means a night in jail.

- Yeah.
- I want to thank you and your father

for renting me the room.

I knocked on a lot of doors.

I can imagine.

Everywhere you go, No Blacks, no Irish.

No dogs.

Well, we're two of three, hey?

Catch up. I'm getting another.

Hey, copper.

Is it true Jimmy
Mitchell arrived in town?

- I wouldn't know.
- If that loudmouth is in town,

- we'll hear from him soon enough.
- Huh.

Well, I'll make sure he gets
the King's seat for the parade.

(LAUGHING)

Cheers. Sláinte.

(LOW MUMBLING)

Oh!

Apologies,

I was doing fine 'til
the Ginger Lady appeared.

Just too much good craic.

The Ginger Lady is
whisky, and good craic

is lively conversation.

You'll be grand in the morning.

- Good night.
- (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(MUMBLING, SINGING)

I will see you in the morning, Laoise.

You don't see me now?

It was a pleasant night,
but I have to be up at six.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

Good night, Teddy.

Night.

What have you, Watts?

Well, a fair bit, actually.

- The identity of the dead man?
- I would have led with that.

- Then what?
- I did field a complaint

from the owner of a rooming house

about a man who skipped out on his bill.

She said he was from Manhattan.

- Oh! Then we should take her down to...
- The morgue.

Already did. She confirmed
the dead man was her tenant.

I told her to leave his room as is.

There might be something
of interest there.

- Right. You have an address?
- Of course.

No.

Here.

Yes! Yes.

Watts? Uh, are you
sure this is all right?

- What?
- Thi-thi-this sandwich.

It smells off.

Well, it's curry and
egg. A new creation.

- It's delicious. Would you like a try?
- No.

I usually make them pay in advance,

but he seemed an honest fellow.

He may well have been.

Did you find any money on him?

- We did not.
- So I'm out?

I'm afraid so.

Did he get up to anything
suspicious while he was here?

Ha! This is a reputable house I run.

Did he say what his
business was, by chance?

Just that he was meeting a friend.

(SIGHS)

You make it quick.

I have two men wanting this room.

And these ones pay in advance.

- Anything?
- No.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What about that?

(SOFT MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

It's a rock, Detective.

Yes, I see that.

What's a rock doing on an
otherwise very nice shelf?

I suppose it is a tad suspicious.

It's a dead drop.

Look at that.

They're offering $3,000 for my head.

The arses!

It's got the name of my train,

location of the lodgings. A description!

I'm not stout! Am I?

Time makes fools of us all, Mitchell.

Besides, look at the bright side,

you're not as stout as I am.

What do you know about the fellow

who received this message?

Not much, unfortunately.
He was shot dead.

I don't think he was intending
a social call, do you?

- Who was he?
- Again, I don't know.

All we do know is that
he was from New York.

Oh, that bloody figures.

You ever been to those neighbourhoods?

I have not.

Five Points, Mott Haven.

They're pits.

Nothing but Catholics running around

with their filthy offspring underfoot.

Don't do much more than
breed and drink, do they?

You two a little soft
in the ways of the world?

- Let me...
- As a matter of fact, sir,

I am a Catholic.

Thomas,

you have a Catholic
on your police force?

Detective Murdoch is a fine officer.

More than fine, actually. The best.

The circumstances of this suggest
this man was a hired killer.

Do you know of anyone
who'd wish you harm?

Anyone of your kind, I imagine.

You might be advised to curtail

some of your public appearances.

- If this man was hired to harm you...
- And he bloody failed, didn't he?

That doesn't mean there
won't be further attempts.

Then you find them,

and you stop 'em.

That is if you are
an officer of the law.

A Catholic detective...

What the devil is
happening to this world?

- My apologies.
- Hm.

We don't choose who we
are bound to protect.

And you're sure that was
where the shot came from?

Based on the angle of entry
of the bullet, I would say yes.

- Hm.
- A true marksman

can always locate the vitals.

Sorry for the interruption.

No, no. Go ahead.

Well,

there was little wind that day.

Low humidity, low air
pressure means the shot

didn't have much of a drag on it.

The dead man was in
a stationary position

for quite some time, isn't that right?

- He was.
- An experienced shooter

would account for all of this.

Heck, I've made tougher
shots hunting bucks.

- You hunt?
- Of course!

Pops was a butcher. He'd always say,

"A good hunter and a good butcher
are often one and the same."

Hm. And you believe the first man

- was a hired killer?
- I do.

So that means that there are
two hired killers in town.

Yes.

And if that's the case, one
of them is still out there.

- Hm.
- What is the harm in it?

It is against the law.
Any mail, Victoria?

- Ah, thank you.
- And every year

when the Orangemen celebrate
the Battle of the Boyne,

there is violence. Yet every year,

- they are allowed to march!
- Ah, that's different.

- How?!
- Because they won!

Look, I agree.

We'd all be better off
leaving the struggles

of the Old World behind.

But people don't, and
I fear they never will.

So they are allowed to taunt a group

who are already being treated
as second-class citizens

and to deny them their rights?

It's a bloody parade.

- It's hardly rights.
- It amounts to the same thing!

This is a Protestant city,

run by the Sons of Ulster.

If I were to allow a Catholic
parade, there'd be a bloody riot!

And the Orange Lodge
would have both our heads.

I've never known you
to run from a fight.

I've run from plenty of
fights I know that I can't win,

Mrs. Crabtree.

Thank you.

Oh!

The victim was a man
named Dougal Sharkly.

The New York police
are familiar with him.

In the last few years,
he's been suspected

of shipping money and munitions
back to the home county.

And was he here to do
harm to Jimmy Mitchell?

Well, certainly possible.

Oh, with his past, he certainly doesn't

appear to be an innocent bystander.

I would have to agree.

Someone from the other
side knew he was here

and killed him before he could
be close to Jimmy Mitchell.

That would appear to be the case.

Oh, you've got a hell of nerve, you do.

Suggesting that one
of my own killed a man

before I even arrived in town!

I believe this Mr. Sharkly
came to town to confront you.

Well, he didn't do
much of a job, did he?

Perhaps one of your supporters

- caught wind of what was happening.
- Of course.

You bloody Catholics!

You are not speaking to
a Catholic at the moment.

You are speaking to a police officer

investigating a murder.

That neither I, nor any of my
men had anything to do with!

Do you know that for a fact?

I won't be listening to this.

And if you value your job,
you won't be saying much more.

- I'm not finished.
- No, I say you are!

Everything all right in here?

Nothing I can't handle.

- And who the hell are you?
- Inspector Albert Choi.

Inspector?

You're a bloody copper?

You didn't hear me?

Oh...

This city's gone to
hell in a handbasket.

I will be speaking tomorrow.

And there best be no trouble!

Or the both of youse will be out!

On your asses!

Ha!

It's out of a keg shipped
straight from home.

We only give it to our special guests.

Do you not like my stew?

I do.

- But I should have it in my room.
- You will not.

You'll sit here and
eat with the rest of us.

(DOOR OPENS)

That'd be my father.

(RYAN): Shot in the street?

(KEYES): In clear view of all.

At least that's what I heard tell.

Who else knew he was coming up here?

Just us, as far as I know.

Making yourself part of
the family now, are you?

My apologies.

Sit down.

Seems my girl's taken a liking to you.

She certainly has. The black stuff!

- For the Black man.
- Hey! Mind yourself.

I mean no offence. It was a joke.

I apologize.

Very funny, sir.

No sir here. It's Brian.

You like the stew?

My shop's got the best
mutton for your money.

Bring it in fresh twice a week. Huh?

That man you were talking about,

the one shot in the
street. You knew him?

Knew of him. Didn't know him.

Does it change anything about tomorrow?

What's tomorrow?

Tomorrow we're marching.

I...

I have to remind you
that's against the law.

And I have to remind you that
the law's an arse sometimes.

And you should know
that better than most.

We'll be out for a bit.

Thanks, Laoise.

(DOOR OPENS)

You all right?

Uh, I just don't want you
to get into any trouble.

We're not going to cause any trouble.

We're just standing up
for our rights. That's it.

I thought you of all people

would have understood
something like this.

Sorry.

Sorry, I, I, uh...

I didn't think. I just, uh...

I just, I wish the world were a
bit simpler sometimes, that's all.

But I guess that's why the good
Lord has blessed us with this.

Sláinte.

Cheers.

- Are you going to be much longer?
- Sarah!

I didn't even realize
you were still here.

Go home.

What's got your attention?

Oh, injustice, I suppose.

Well, that's a weighty
topic for this time of night.

Yes, well...

Years ago, this city banned
the St. Patrick's Day parade

because a Catholic was
killed by the Orange Order.

Well, that seems sensible.

What would have been sensible would
have been to ban the other side.

The Protestants were the
ones who started the violence.

Begging your pardon, ma'am,

but I doubt religion
has much to do with it.

It's just the work of scoundrels
cloaking themselves with it.

I doubt either of them
are doing God's work.

Sarah, you are destined
for greater things.

(SARAH CHUCKLES) Thank you, ma'am.

But right now, I'm destined for
three hungry children at home

and a man who can barely boil water.

Mm.

(SIGHS)

(WOMAN SHOUTS)

Laoise?

- Oh, sorry.
- Oh!

Pardon me. I, I thought
there was some trouble.

I, I dropped the light and I, uh...

- Here.
- I hope I didn't wake you.

Let me get that.

- Oh.
- It-it's fine.

No worries.

All right.

Thanks.

If that's all.

Doesn't have to be.

I should get to bed.

Bed'd be a fine idea.

- Laoise.
- Come on, Teddy.

I don't think it's...

It's hardly the time for thinking.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Tried to talk him out of it.

Doubt he hears much more than
the sound of his own voice.

Well, hopefully just gives the
speech, and that's the end of it.

- I highly doubt that.
- It's good to see

all of your friendly faces.
Toronto certainly is a home

away from home for a son of Ulster!

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

You're building this into
a grand city of industry

and hard work.

- (CROWD CHEERS)
- With your good, honest labour,

you're building a city

that any good and honest
man can be proud of!

But it's all not good, is it?

Irish Catholic beggars
are to be met everywhere.

They are as ignorant and
vicious as they are poor.

- (TENSE MUSIC)
- And they fill our poorhouses,

and they fill our prisons!

Sir?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Get out of here!
- Home with you now!

Spread your hate somewhere else!

Bollocks.

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)

(BRACKENREID): Best
make yourself scarce.

- I will not.
- Suit yourself.

Let the rabble come!

- I'll take that!
- Back off now! I said now!

You see 'em! You see
'em! We'll meet them!

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMING)

- Get me up!
- Are you all right?

Must have come from
that building over there!

Let's get him out of the line of fire.

(CROWD SHOUTING)

Bloody lucky we are!

Well, I don't feel all that lucky.

Some madman's taking aim at me,

and you lot are just sitting here!

Our men are scouring the scene.

The Chief Constable saw
where the shot came from.

Oh, well, bravo, Thomas.

A lot of good that does me.

Those hooligans are probably
having a hearty laugh.

You ought to be more concerned
with keeping your mouth shut.

This type of talk is why you're
in their sights to begin with!

If you don't catch this thug,

and I mean quickly,

you'll lose control over
the city before week's end.

And I'm sure your boy
would love to see the day!

Don't waste your breath, Murdoch.

His kind don't change.

(SIGHS)

Detective Watts recovered
the rifle from the room

identified by Chief
Constable Brackenreid.

- Any spent casings?
- Mm-hmm.

What?

The firearm has T.R. Chatham
scratched in the stock.

The hunting rifle belongs
to Constable Roberts.

Do we know where he is now?

Not as of yet, no.

We need to bring Roberts into
the station house right away.

(LIVELY FOLK MUSIC)

(LAUGHING)

I'm taking yours. You
owe me from last time.

(LAUGHING)

Hello. (LAUGHING)

Not here.

Would you lighten up? The
parade was a huge success.

I don't believe today
is cause for celebration.

A man was nearly shot.

Well, I'm nearly drunk,

so maybe you can investigate that?

- (LAUGHING)
- Well, lads,

we marched through the streets,

proud as can be, scared the
daylights out of a city councillor,

and shut that plank
Jimmy Mitchell's trap.

- (CROWD CHEERING)
- A job well done, I'd say.

Yes, indeed, lass.

There's sure to be plenty of trouble

because of the shot that rang out.

Ah! We're done with being stepped on.

Let them live in fear for a while.

See how they like it, huh?

Constable Roberts.

I was told I might find you here.

- The bar's owned by my landlord, Mr. Ryan.
- Mm-hmm.

Is, is there a problem?

I need you down at the
station house straight away.

When did you last see your rifle?

I keep it in a lock box under my bed.

It was there yesterday.

And you were home all last night?

I was.

Did you lend it to anyone?

Does anyone have access to it?

No. I don't believe so.

Then why did we find your
gun at the site of a shooting?

And we know you're an excellent shot.

Typically takes a lot less for
someone like me to meet the hangman.

Court-ordered or otherwise.

Constable, I can assure you,

that is not what this is about.

I have nothing to say that
hasn't already been said.

I didn't shoot anyone.

You do realize that your reticence

is making this rather difficult.

I do.

I'm sorry about that.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

I'm worried about this.

Nothing seems to make sense.

Roberts is a fine young constable,

but he's clearly hiding something.

Could he be protecting someone?

I find it difficult to
believe that Constable Roberts

would be tied up in the
struggles of the Irish in Toronto.

Injustice is injustice.

And I'm sure Roberts has
had his share of that.

Yes, but I believe you're right, sir.

Something about this doesn't add up.

And what's that?

This rifle hasn't been fired recently.

How can you be sure?

I've checked it for gun powder
residue and it's spotless.

What's more, the bullets recovered

from Mr. Sharkly's
body and the scene today

- are not a match to this rifle.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

Gentlemen. I took some
constables to Roberts' lodgings.

Someone's cut the lock on his gun case.

Ah!

Why are you lying to us?

Did you know that someone
cut the lock on your gun case?

No,

I, I didn't.

How exactly could you
miss something like that?

Unless you weren't home
all night as you said.

Edward, what is happening here?

Fine.

I take no pleasure in this,

but you will remain in our cells

until you're willing
to speak, Constable.

Just give us a moment.

Please?

Teddy, I don't know what's going on, but

you can trust me.

You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

(SOFT MUSIC)

I didn't know about the break-in...

because I, I wasn't in my room.

I was at home, but...

I was with Laoise Ryan all night.

In her room.

Sleeping.

I understand the concept of
maintaining a woman's virtue.

I said I was sleeping.

It's more than a lady's
good name at stake.

A Black man beds a White
woman in most parts,

who knows what happens to him.

Better men than me have met worse fates

just for whistling near a White woman.

I'm new here.

Mr. Ryan gave me a room to
rent when nobody else would.

I just didn't want this to
become the talk about town.

We have a sharpshooter on the loose and,

I'm sorry, but that takes
precedence over all else.

For what it's worth,
Teddy, I do understand.

More than you know.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SOFT MUSIC)

I thought your job was
to prosecute criminals.

Why haven't the parade
attendees been charged?

Because it wasn't a parade.

It was a gathering of people,

not unlike those attending Mr.
Mitchell's hate-filled address.

Ah.

There's a thin line between hate

and a hard truth, Missy.

The Crown Attorney's
office found nothing illegal

about Irish Catholics being present.

This is going to upset the Lodge.

With all due respect,
that isn't my concern.

Just what am I hearing, Thomas?

You lost your grip, have ya?

No matter.

I won't hand the dirty rounders
this city and I won't hide in fear.

- What are you getting at, Mitchell?
- Oh.

I'm going to rally the good
and upright people of this city,

show the left-footers
who's really in charge here.

Madam Prosecutor.

It's true.

Teddy wasn't in his room last night.

He was with me.

Did either of you know
that Constable Roberts

had a firearm in his room?

No. I, I surely didn't.

And neither did my
dad. He, he likes Teddy.

He, he knew we were getting close.

Did you know that Roberts was in
your daughter's room last night?

Well, how would I?

I wasn't home.

Right, my patience is wearing thin.

Where were you last night?

And today during the shooting?

Well, last night, I was at the pub.

Today, I was marching in the streets,

me and my daughter. You seen us.

These are very serious charges.

Attempting to frame
a constable of murder.

You-you could hang.

We didn't kill anyone.

That remains to be proven.

I can't believe this is happening.

I don't know what I thought
would happen, but not this.

Watts.

Tell me you've got the gunman in there,

because this lunatic Mitchell is heading

to the streets to stir things up.

We seem to be at a dead-end, sir.

The weapon recovered on the scene

- was planted to frame Constable Roberts.
- What?

Murdoch, who'd do this to one of ours?

We're not sure yet, but the
sharpshooter is still out there.

And likely to try again.

How's the lad holding up?

He's certainly seen better days.

Sir, can't you convince Mr.
Mitchell to lay low for a while?

We could get the speech moved
somewhere less populated.

That's as much as we can do.

But we need to find
out who this gunman is

before all hell breaks loose.

I believe I know someone
who might be able to help.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All set, Constable?

- I think so.
- You think so?

You seemed quite
confident in your abilities

when you were examining the
shot that took out Mr. Sharkly.

A lot can change in
a couple of days, sir.

Here.

I've adapted this telescope with
a refractive lens for a scope.

You can adjust it here.

That should give you quite an advantage.

(GUN COCKS)

Thank you, sir.

I trust I'll be able to keep
this when the case is closed?

I've convinced the Chief Constable

to keep Mr. Mitchell in this corner.

That should severely reduce
the shooter's options.

- Are we all set?
- Yes.

Constable Roberts and
I have narrowed down

all of the possible vantage points.

If you see a shooter,
notify me immediately

- on this radio transmitter.
- Right.

Good luck.

All right.

I'm in your hands. What
will you have me do?

- Watch the flags at city hall.
- Ah.

They'll tell the wind direction.

I'm getting what looks
like westward gusts,

five miles per hour.

I need you to tell me
if there's any changes.

Uh-huh.

Hygrometer.

It measures humidity.
If the air is too dense,

it'll drag the speed of the bullet,

and Detective Murdoch will never
let me take the scope hunting...

- Hm.
- ... if I miss the shot.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

You're giving the
gunman a second chance.

This time, he might not miss.

Oh, the man's clearly a lousy shot.

But you boys had better have me covered,

or the next man who needs
protection will be you, boy-o!

Eh?!

Boy-o me, you arrogant Mick.

Southwest gusts.

I'd say about three miles an hour.

And slowing.

Testing, testing.

Can you hear me, Watts?

We can hear you loud and clear.

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

Good Protestants,

I stand before you unafraid.

Unfortunately, we can
also hear Mitchell.

The unwashed Irish Catholics,

oh, have me on their hit list.

- (CROWD SHOUTING)
- I often try and have faith that

people like Mr. Mitchell
are few and far between,

that most people are of good nature.

Then you see his supporters
turn out in these numbers.

They want to silence me

and overrun the city
like rats after nightfall!

(CROWD CHEERING)

If we allow ourselves to be threatened,

if we allow ourselves to
be pushed into a corner,

it won't be long before
the man in the Vatican

is walking into our homes,

unannounced, to put his
feet up on the table!

I embolden you all...

Watts, shooter, two o'clock,

- above the laundry. Second floor.
- Huh.

We must stand strong

- and hold him at the door!
- (CROWD CHEERING)

Detective, we see him above the laundry.

Can you get the shot?

I don't know.

(MURDOCH, ON TRANSMITTER):
Roberts, take the shot!

- (WATTS): Roberts?
- Hold him at the door!

- Roberts? Teddy!
- (GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMING)

Watts?

(CROWD CLAMOURING)

(WATTS): Are you there?
Did you get the shooter?

He's not here. I
must've just missed him.

Sir, I'm certain I hit him.

That appears to be the case.

(WATTS): I assume he won't go
to a hospital. Can't get far.

I have a feeling I know
where he might wash up.

Ah, nice and neat. How ya doin'?

Just keep me steeped in
the single malts, huh?

Toronto's finest.

Come in for a pint, have ya?

- Not exactly, no.
- What happened to your hand?

You find me a butcher with ten digits,

I'll show you one who's taking days off.

(LAUGHING)

You mentioned to everyone
in the bar yesterday

that you wished Protestants

would know what it was
like to live in fear.

Just how committed are
you to seeing that through?

- Oh, no, come now.
- Recently fired, sir.

- Hm.
- Found it in the butcher's wagon out front.

Butcher's wagon.

Look familiar?

- Brian Keyes, you are under arrest.
- For what?

I didn't even hit the bastard.

Come on...

(DOOR OPENS)

The bullet recovered
from Mr. Sharkly's body

and this spent shell casing

from the attempt on
Jimmy Mitchell's life

are a match for your rifle.

And we know you had access
to Constable Roberts' room.

You understand you could have
sent an innocent man to prison?

Small price to pay.

I knew Sharkly was in
town to take out Mitchell.

The boys back home who hired Sharkly

were about to set him
up proper after the job.

Three thousand dollars cash.

We found the message
in Sharkly's dead drop.

Well, I have a family.

(SCOFFS) And I knew Frank
wouldn't have the guts

to do what needed to be done.

We needed to strike
a blow for the cause!

How exactly was this
an act of Irish pride?

You killed one of your own out of greed.

This wasn't about the
cause. It was about you.

And because you tried to frame
a member of this constabulary,

I'm going to personally
see to it that you receive

the harshest possible
punishment, Catholic or not.

Mitchell deserved a bullet!

You know that as well as I do!

Who deserves a bullet and who doesn't

is not up to you.

(SOFT MUSIC)

Constable Roberts.

Good work.

Thank you, sir.

You did, however, cause
us a great deal of trouble.

I can't have you keeping secrets.

I know, sir.

This work is all about
trusting the right people.

I know, sir. I'm working on it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

If I never see that man
again it could be too soon.

The constabulary did a
fine job keeping him alive.

Yes, we did. Whether
he deserved it or not.

Well, we're better off
treating people right.

Even those who are so
egregiously in the wrong.

Is that so?

It seems you're not
above bending the law

to your own advantage, eh, Counsellor?

The law's up to interpretation.

The difference between a parade
and a gathering is merely semantics.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Hopefully the lodge see it the same way.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Sarah, you do excellent work here.

Oh. Thank you, Mrs. Crabtree.

I had mentioned to you

that I believe you are
destined for greater things.

- You did.
- I have a friend,

a doctor. I haven't seen
her in quite some time,

- but she has a little one, as well.
- Mm-hmm.

I know how hard it can be

for a woman to maintain a
career and a family all at once.

This is the name and telephone number

of the nanny my friend used
when her little one was born.

Mrs. Crabtree, I couldn't
possibly afford...

Which is why I have
managed to get you a raise.

When you believe someone has potential,

you must provide opportunity for
that potential to be realized.

Ah, thank you, Mrs. Crabtree.

Oh! Right. Of course.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

(UPLIFTING MUSIC)

Your things were gone from
your room when I got home.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

Did your old man tell you
to get me into your bedroom?

No.

No, I promise. I-I
really... I do care for you.

Do you know what could
have happened to me?

Do you know what still could happen

if the wrong people find out
we spent the night together?

I, I didn't think! I-I-I...

I don't have that luxury.

It, it's just that the cause,
it's, it's so much bigger

than our silly little fears!

Surely you can understand that?

No.

I'm not sure I do.

Goodbye, Miss Ryan.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(THEME MUSIC)

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