All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S19E02.1080p.WEBRip.x264-BAE_track3_[eng]

(Jabber): Three coppers,
all the way from Toronto

coming here just to see
that I receive justice.

Well, I must be
an important man.

- Just means you're a criminal.

- An important criminal.

- You were arrested
for forging cheques,

poorly, I might add.

It hardly makes you Moriarty.

- And you're a long way off
from Sherlock Holmes.

Didn't think I'd catch
that reference, now, did you?

For your information,
I'm a learned man,

one hardly deserving
this kind of treatment.

- If you wish to inflate
your importance, be my guest.

- Oh, and another question.

- All right.
But it's your last one.

- When will be eating?

I was enjoying a succulent meal
when you arrested me.

(Choi sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

- Anything for me?

(sergeant): Mm-mm.
- Are you sure?

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you waiting for something?

- My third volume
of Thus Spoke Zarathustra

in its original German.

- Nietzsche.

- Very good.

- I'm not
an uncultured man, Watts.

- And what have you there?

- It's nothing.

- Uh, George.

(curious music)

Newfoundland.

(office phones ringing)

(insects chirping)

- Will he be getting us
some food?

- That's what he said.

- Do you think he heard me
when I said my constitution

can't handle bread?

- You did remind him of that.
- Multiple times.

- Yeah, but he didn't
acknowledge that,

so maybe-maybe I should
go in and check.

- You should stay exactly
where you are.

(woman grunts)

- Say,

did you say you're
going back to Toronto?

- Yes.
- Could I catch a lift?

- No. I'm on official business.

- What's that got to do
with me wanting a ride?

- Sir, is our food ready?

- Hold your horses.
I'm just packaging it up.

- You're not going anywhere.

(gunshot)

(all gasping)

(high-pitched ringing)

In fact, none of you
are going anywhere.

Come on.

- Police! Whoever you are,
drop your weapon.

(gunshots)

(horse neighing)

- Back inside!

(Choi grunting)

(theme music)

- All right, I need everybody
to stay calm.

And stay away
from the windows.

I don't want to hurt anybody,

but I will if anyone does
anything unwise.

Why the hell are
the coppers out there?

- How the hell should I know?
Sorry for the language, Sister.

- You are aware
I'm not from around here.

(gun cocks)
- So, what?

- So, whatever reason you have

for doing this
has nothing to do with me.

- Don't matter.
You're in it now.

Hey, you, China.

You got here less than
five minutes ago.

What are the cops doing here?

- How would I know?

- Sir?
- What?!

- My wife's pregnant.
- Lucky you.

- Just don't do anything
to hurt her, please.

- Whether she or any of you
gets hurt is up to you.

- Says a man holding the gun.

- Yeah, that's right.

Says the man holding the gun.

(tense music)

- Ah!

(sighs)

Where'd the Black fella go?

- He's getting the local police.

- Can't handle it
on your own, eh, Big City?

- Well, no, it's just that
the local police might know

something about the man in qu--

Why am explaining this to you?

Just stay out of the way
and keep quiet.

- Think the local police

might have it in their hearts
to bring us some food?

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(intriguing music)

- What are you up to?

- I am making cellophane.

I've contacted
Jacques Brandenberger

and he's shared
his process with me.

- I see.

- You don't know what it is.

- An area of knowledge
I appear to lack.

- It is a...

semi-permeable material.

Uh, impermeable to liquid,
but not to vapour.

- All right.

- It seems to me
the ideal material

in which to collect evidence.

We often collect evidence
with blood,

or other liquids on it,

and if we were to place that
in a paper,

or-or a cloth bag,

important details
might otherwise--

- I'd imagine this cellophane

would keep a sandwich fresh,
as well?

- Well, I-I suppose
it's possible, but...

why would one want...

How can I help you, Watts?

- Uh,

are we involved in a case

with the Royal Newfoundland
Constabulary?

- Not that I'm aware of. Why?

- I saw Constable Crabtree

take receipt
of an official letter.

- Oh.

Well, I suppose
if it's anything of consequence,

then George will tell me.

(Watts exhaling)

Please put that down.

- And this just arrived today?

- It did.

- Out of the blue?

- Well, I'd made inquiries.

- I see. Without telling me?

- I wanted it to be a surprise.

- Well, you certainly
accomplished that, George.

When would the position start?

- As soon as we could get there.

- We?
- Well, yes, we'd both go,

of course, Effie.

Newfoundland is the perfect
place to raise a family.

And you wouldn't have to--

I mean, with my new salary,
we'd be on easy street.

- And you didn't think
to talk to me about any of this?

Marriage is supposed to be
a partnership, George.

- I know, Effie,
but you know I want a family.

- And you know I don't.

Or at least I thought you did,
but now it's becoming very clear

to me that you don't listen
to a word I say.

- Oh, Effie.
- George, we will speak

about this later.

That is unless you've already
made your decision.

(soft tense music)

(gun cocks)
- What are you doing?

- I'm just getting
my wife some water.

- Stay back.

Get him some water.

Sit down, sister!

- How are you faring, dear?

- I'm just parched.

- So, with two armed policemen
out there and more coming,

how do you plan
to get out of this?

- How's that your business?

- I'm not concerned
about my business.

I'm more worried about yours.

- Well, keep your worry
to yourself, China.

- Korea.
- What?

- I'm not Chinese. I'm Korean.

- Sure, okay. Whatever you like.
Never heard of it.

- So what's your next move?
Shoot us all?

- Hey, don't be giving him
any ideas.

(man): Jonah Huxley!

That you in there, Jonah?

- You might want
to answer the man.

- You might want to keep
your trap shut.

- Don't get him angry,
all right?

- I'd advise you walk out now

before you get yourself
in any more trouble

than you're already in.

- Your boy here was telling me

your commanding officer's
in there.

- Yes, he is.

And his name is
Constable Edward Roberts.

- I prefer Teddy.

- I meant no offense.

Boy is what I call Stan here.

Isn't that right, Stan?

- That's right.

- Anyway, you know
this man inside?

- Jonah Huxley,

just one in a long
line of troublemakers.

- What does he want?

- I've got six souls here.

You let Cordell out and they all
walk away.

You don't...
(gunshot)

(woman screaming)

- Who's Cordell?

- His brother.

- We're holding him
in our cells. He's a murderer.

- Three bullets.

- What?

- He's fired three bullets
so far.

If the pistol is his
only weapon

and he didn't bring
extra ammunition,

he's only got three more left.

- You proficient
with that weapon?

- Very.

- Good to know.

I might be calling on you.
Stand ready.

- Let these people go.

- You're ordering me?

- It's in your best interests.

- You know my best interests?

- You're holding a nun
and a pregnant woman.

This won't go well for you
if either of those two get hurt.

Keep me, let the others go.

I'm worth something.
They're not.

- Hey!
- Let him talk.

- I'm a police officer.

- You?
- Yes, believe it or not, me.

Now I'm just reaching
for my badge.

Those men won't let any harm
come to me.

Or you.

And I'll do all I can
to help you

if you let the others go.

- Could burn the place down.
Smoke them out.

- That does not seem
like a wise idea.

- Something's happening.

(door opens)

(whimpering)

(sister): Go!

(gunshots)

- Did you tell them to do that?
Was it some sort of plan?

- No. My man did not
take that shot.

- How do you know?

- Because if he had,
you'd be dead.

- Well, Korea,

both getting out
of here somehow.

Either alive or dead.

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Effie?

- Violet.

Violet Hart!

International woman of mystery.

- I think I'm hardly that.

- Oh, don't sell yourself short.

You-you're a success
on your own terms.

No responsibilities,
no man to weigh you down.

- Well, I am engaged.

- Yes, but it's you
who wears the pants, isn't it?

Nobody tells Violet Hart
what to do, or who to be.

Boop!
(Violet chuckles)

- You've been here quite
a while, haven't you?

- I have. I am your number one
customer of the day.

Where's the music?

- Uh, it's the band's night off.

- No! Band's night off.

I came here to dance.

- Oh! Uh, maybe that's not
a good idea right now.

- That's probably true.
You're smart.

Do you want children?

- Not particularly, no.

(whispers): Neither do I.

Where's a glass?
Need a cheers to that.

(Violet chuckles)

Huzzah.

George wants them.

A whole slew of them.

- And you don't?
- No. No, no, no, no, no.

I abhor the little creatures.

Well, that's not entirely true.

Other people's children
are fine.

I just don't want
ones of my own.

- Is George pressuring you?

- Well, yes.

He wants to move to Newfoundland
and start a family, so...

- And what would you do?

- Raise the little beasts,
I suppose.

- Could you do that?

- Yes.

I love George, so I suppose
I have to consider it.

It would make him happy.

- And you?

What would it make you?

- A dutiful housewife,
I suppose.

- And is that who you are?

- I don't know.

(engines revving)

(door opens)

- What have you, George?

- Oh, nothing, sir.
I'm just, uh,

on my way home for the evening.

- Oh!

Well, perhaps you'll join me
for a spruce beer then?

- Well, I can't tonight, sir.

- Something troubling you,
George?

- No, sir, not at all.

- Are you sure?

Detective Watts mentioned
something about

you receiving correspondence
from Newfoundland.

I-I trust all of your aunts
are well?

- Yes, sir. All hale and hearty.

That is if women
can be hale and hearty.

- Something else then?

- No, I'm just going home.

To my house, I mean.

I'll see you in the morning.

(sighs)

- Detective Watts,
what brings you here?

We're closing up soon.

- Not here for libations.

I've just added
this stop to my rounds.

- I didn't know
detectives did rounds.

- This one does, now.

I just want you to know
I will do my best

to ensure your establishment
has protection.

- Thank you.

- Now, has there been
any trouble recently?

- No. But if you're looking
for a task,

I think Mrs. Crabtree
can use an escort.

- Bless you.

I think the coppers here
would have me starve.

- Would you like some,
Constable?

- Are there turnips in there?

- Ah, yes!
Perth County's finest.

- I can't have turnips.
It does my stomach in.

- Ah.

- Oh, thank you, ma'am,
but I'd rather not.

My wife thinks
I'm getting, uh, portly.

- Are you sure?

The men inside shouldn't be
the only ones with comfort.

- I would gladly have his share.

- All right, copper.

You say you're some
big shot Toronto cop?

- You've seen my badge.

- All right.

Today's the day
you do something for me.

- And what's that?
- Get my brother out of jail.

- And if I don't?

- Got plenty of bullets left.

For you, for Proctor out there,
even for me, if need be.

- Jonah Huxley,
give yourself up.

- Go to hell, Proctor!

Speak.

- I'm Albert Choi
of the Toronto Constabulary.

This matter can be resolved

if you let him speak
with his brother.

- Well, if he wanted to talk
to him,

should have visited him
in the cells.

- Sir, I outrank you!

- Rank don't mean
nothing out here.

- I implore you
to do as he says.

- I will not.

- What happened?

For a sharpshooter,
you sure lack courage.

- I'll take the shot as soon
as it's safe to do so.

- Sir, if I may.

Inspector Choi must have
something up his sleeve.

I advise that you listen to him.

- You giving me orders?

- No. It's just a suggestion.

But there may be a way to solve
this without bloodshed.

We are four policemen.

I doubt that his brother's going
to give us much trouble.

- Trucky, go get Cordell.

- Sir?
- Just do it.

Take this man with you.

- I'm ready to leave
anytime as well.

- Constable, I am ordering you,

next time you have
a clear shot, take it.

- Sir.

(thudding)

- Llewellyn?

- Thought you might be feeling
a little worse for wear.

- Oof. And then some.

(church bells ringing)

Why did you take me here?

- Uh, I was trying
to take you home,

but you were adamant
you didn't want to go there.

- Did I say anything else?

- Just kept asking
if you were an awful person

because you didn't want
to have children.

- Oh.

- I gather from your desire
to come here instead of home,

this is a point of conflict
between you and George.

- Ah. One that...

is coming to a head, I fear.

What is that?
- Drink it.

You will thank me later.

- George wants to move
to Newfoundland.

And he wants me
to come with him.

I know I should, but, I--

- But?

- I don't want to give up
what I have here.

- Even if it meant
losing George?

- If I went,
George wouldn't be getting me.

He'd be getting half of me,
if that.

(sighs)

- So, how long you been
a copper?

- Just a couple of months.
Still learning the ropes.

- And what do you know
about all this?

- What I know is the Huxleys
are a bad batch.

Bootlegging, poaching,
nothing but trouble.

- And this trouble
includes murder?

- Well, six weeks ago we found
a dead man on the outskirts

of Huxley property.

He was there to pick up
a shipment of moonshine.

Or, at least, that's what
we think he was doing.

- And this Cordell did it?

- They found him
passed out drunk.

The gun that killed
Richard Grey,

that's the dead man, was found
on Cordell Huxley's person.

- Well, that doesn't mean
that he did it.

- 'Course he denied it.

- Well, it's not conclusive
evidence.

(laughing)

- The big fancy words,
they don't mean nothing.

The Huxley family's been a thorn
in everyone's side around here

near 20 years.

Half of them are in jail,

the other half are on the run.

Only surprise is that murder
didn't come sooner.

- I see.

- You say your brother
is innocent?

- I don't say, I know.

- Then how is this helping him?

- Because they're going to send
him to prison.

Or the noose. And I'm going
to stop that from happening.

(curious music)

- Can you see him?

- I can.

- Take the shot.

- Not with my inspector
in there.

- I thought you said
you were good.

- I am good.

That's why I'm not
taking the shot.

Too much chance
of a ricochet.

- Sounds like the man
knows what he's doing.

- Keep your mouth closed, you.

- Everything all right?

- Ah, just a little tired.

Don't do many sleepless
nights anymore.

- If your brother is innocent,
then let the courts decide.

- Not gonna happen.

I am collecting my brother
and getting out of here.

- To live life as a fugitive?

- Better that than living life
as a man who let his brother die

for something he didn't do.

- I could look into the matter.

- Proctor out there already
decided my brother did it.

He's in tight with the judge,

so that's pretty much
a done deal.

You looking into this won't
make a damn bit of difference.

- I could still--
- Hey! You don't run this.

I do.

All I want is a chance
for me and my brother

to get out of here.

That happens,

no one gets hurt.

- Where you taking me?
- Just shut your trap, Huxley.

- Who's this gorm?

- Constable Henry
Higgins-Newsome,

Toronto Constabulary.

- Ah-ah-ah!
I don't care who you are.

Just make sure
I don't end up dead

before I get to the courthouse.
- That won't happen.

(chuckling)

- Yeah, you don't know
the police around here, do you?

- What's this?
- Oh!

I was just testing
if the practical application

met the theoretical.

Mm!

Seems to have passed the test.

- Have you s--
- I wouldn't be surprised

if this had
a commercial application.

Hm.

- Have you seen George
about this morning?

- No. He was in and out before
I could even say hello.

- Oh. Strange.

- It appears he and Effie
are having difficulties.

- Oh, that would explain things.

I'm sure they'll work it out.

- Not so sure about that.

She doesn't want
to move to Newfoundland.

- What?

- Apparently Constable Crabtree
intends to move

to Newfoundland.

He didn't tell you that?

- No.

No, he didn't.

(birds chirping)

- If they do bring your brother,
what're you going to do?

- Get him, take you with me,
and get the hell outta here.

- What exactly is he accused of?

- They say he killed a man
named Grey. He didn't.

Grey was a friend of ours.

Cordell never
would've done that.

- Then fight it.
In a court of law, not here.

- They hold all the cards.

Look, I'm not saying
we're angels.

We 'still a bit of shine.
Sell it to those wanting it.

- And this Grey was
one of those wanting it?

- No, he was our partner.

Ran the booze to neighbouring
counties.

They found him dead
with all the booze gone.

No reason for Cordell
to have done that.

No reason at all.

- So, who would've had a reason?

- All I'm saying,

local police knew
all about our operation.

- So, you're blaming
the man out there?

- Are you sure I can't get you
something?

A young man like you
needs to eat.

- I'm sure, ma'am.

- I'd gladly take his share.

- In time, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

That man in there,
I think he is a good man.

- That may be, but he
is holding my boss hostage.

- Perhaps he feels
he has no choice.

That he and his family
have been unjustly accused,

just because of who they are.

Have you ever felt that,
Constable?

- Sure have,
but I never took up arms.

- Is that so?

So what is it you're doing now?

- It's not the same thing.

(sighs)
- No. No, of course not.

- Sister,

I insist you leave
this man alone.

Let him do his job.
- Certainly.

I've left some food
on the wagon for you.

- Oh. Thank you.

- When's this fella's brother
gonna arrive?

I'd like to see
this matter resolved.

- Stop complaining. At least
you're getting a free meal.

(horse neighing)

- Sixty-seven dollars.

- And forty-five cents.

That's all your back pay.
Don't spend it all at once.

It's a tremendous opportunity,
Crabtree.

Although, I'll be sad
to see you go.

- Thank you, sir.

Could always come out
for a visit.

Come kiss the cod.

- I doubt very much
I'll be doing that.

(chuckling)

Is Effie excited about the move?

- She'll come around.

- So, she's not.

You know what they say,
Crabtree.

"Happy wife, happy life."

- She's not keen on the idea
of children, sir.

And it's important to me.

- You might want to think
about a bird in the hand.

- You have children.

- Three, that I know of.

But John's in America

touring around the country

with a bunch
of itinerant actors.

Nomi's in Chicago
doing God knows what.

And Bobby's about to get out
of jail anytime soon.

- Well, that's good news.
- Is it?

Once he gets out of jail,
he's off to join the church

and I have no idea
what to say to him.

The thing is, Crabtree,

once children get older,

they just live on
in your memories.

- Well,

maybe I want to have a chance
at those memories.

- Despite what your wife thinks?

- Surely, she'll come around.

What woman doesn't
want to have children?

- Oh, there's quite a few,
these days.

And it may be just your
misfortune to have found one.

(sighs)

What does Murdoch think
about you

becoming an inspector
before him?

- Sir, honestly,
I haven't even told him yet.

I just don't know
how to broach it.

- He's always been
your biggest champion,

no matter what nonsense
you spout.

- Sir, I know. I feel terrible,

but whenever I try
to think of what to say, the...

the words just don't come.

- It's always a surprise

who it's hardest
saying goodbye to.

- Certainly seems that way.

Right, then.
- Where are you off to?

- I was thinking I would go walk
my old beat,

just one last time.

- Oi, Bugalugs.

It's been a pleasure, George.

- The pleasure was all mine,
Thomas.

(soft inspiring music)

(door opens)

Oi! Lads!

Do you not remember
what I told you last time?

- Yeah, no playing
in the street.

- So why are you?

- It's the best place to play.

(vehicle honking)

- Yes, I suppose it is.
Give me the ball.

- No!

Mr. Crabtree, we're sorry.
- Give it here.

Oi! Lads, you two.
Get over here!

- Uh? Oh.

- Get over here!

Now we've got enough
for a proper game, three on two.

You're with me. Here we are.

(light music)

Good stuff, lads.

There you go. Not bad, not bad.

- Over here.

- Now, lads, look:

when you're making a pass,

don't use your toe.

Use the inside of your foot,
like this.

There you go,
there you go! That's it.

Now don't let him get you.

Oh!

Oh! Go get it!
- Ah!

- Oh! Oh, look out.

Put, put some mustard
on it, lads.

Good stuff, right to you.
Yes! Yes, good stuff.

- Looks to me like they're not
bringing your brother.

The best thing you can do
right now is to give yourself--

- You are not in a position
to give me advice.

It's time to let Proctor
know I'm serious.

- You shoot me,

and both you and your brother
will see the noose.

- If that's the way
it's going to be,

that's the way it's going to be.

We always were a close family.

Get up.

(suspenseful music)

- I've told you,
when you get the shot--

- Yes. Take the shot. I heard.

- Good.

(door opens)

- Where the hell is my brother?

- He'll be here any minute.
Drop your weapon.

- I will not.

(horse neighing)

- There he is now.
So let Inspector Choi go.

(gun cocks)

- Drop your weapon.

My apologies, Constable.

You're no longer in charge.

uld've saved yourself

from all of this.

My stew would have put you
out of commission.

- Are they dead?
- Hardly.

They'll just be sleeping
for a few more hours.

- Come on. Let's go.

Cordell, get over here.

You two, over there.

Go on.

(Choi gasps)

- You're just making things
worse for yourselves.

- I'll keep that in mind.

- Can't believe a woman
of the cloth--

- Sorry to disappoint, but...

(sighs)

Elizabeth Grey is far from that.

- Grey? You have something to do

with the man Cordell
is accused of killing?

- He was my brother.

And I know that what they say
would never have happened

in a million years.

- What are you suggesting?

- Cordell could never
have shot my brother.

- Then take it up
in a court of law.

- Considering all
that's happened today,

I think it's a little late
for that.

- So he's really going then?

- I signed
his resignation papers.

Put a good word in with
the Newfoundlanders, as well.

- Well, good for George.

He certainly deserves it.

- He would never have got there
without your guidance

and tutelage.

I'm sure he'll tell you
all this in person,

so mum's the word, all right?

You didn't hear
any of this from me.

Where's Choi?

- Oh, uh, he, Henry, and Roberts

went to Perth County
to pick up a prisoner.

- And it took three men
to do that?

Who're they after?
Jack the Ripper?

(chuckles)

- I think Inspector Choi just
wanted a ride in the country.

- Our families are friends
of long standing.

We never would have
turned on each other.

- What happened?

- I don't know.

I had a shipment of alcohol.

I was waiting
for Richard to arrive.

Next thing I knew,
I was laying in the dirt

with a gun in my hand.

And Richard was dead beside me.

- He's telling the truth.
- How would you know that?

- Because I was there.

- You were there?

- I came with Richard
to do the pick-up.

- And you saw everything?
- Not enough.

I was lookout.
I was waiting for Richard

on the main road.

(engine revving)

I saw a truck drive by.

- And who was driving it?

- I didn't get a good look.

But I know whoever was driving
that truck shot my brother.

- Two days later,
Proctor showed up at my door.

I told him I didn't
do nothing. He didn't listen.

- And this alcohol?

- Gone, with whoever
shot Richard, I'd say--

- All right, enough.

We couldn't convince Proctor,

so there's no point
in talking anymore.

- You're making a mistake.
- Hey!

I spared your life.

I spared all your lives.
We just want to leave.

- You, get over here.

- You heard the lady. Move.

(breathing heavily)

We have to leave.

- A moment.

Take off your helmet.

- What's going on?

- It's all right, Proctor.
- I said take off your helmet!

(tense music)

It was you.

- What are you talking about?

- It was you!
You were there that night!

You shot Richard!
- You knew about this!?

- No. On my word, no.

- Stop!
Constable Roberts.

- Here, gimme that.

(gunshot)

- Ah!

Argh!

(groaning in pain)

(church bells ringing)

(knocking at door)

- George--
- Before you say anything,

just let me say this.

If you want me to stay,
I'll stay.

- Is that so?

- Yes.

- All right, stay.

And never bring up the idea
of children again.

(sighs)

Is that what you wanted to hear?

- No, but I don't want
to lose you, either.

- Saw you in the street today,
George.

I can't bear the idea
of leaving you longing

for something that I am never
going to give to you.

- What if you change your mind?

- Then that will be
my loss, not yours.

(soft music)

Take a look at that.

- Divorce papers?

- I think it best, don't you?

I've drawn them up,
but you need to be the one

to initiate the proceedings.

- I see.

So that's it?

This is the last day
of our acquaintance.

- Yes.

Right here in my office.

Not exactly the most
romantic place in the world.

It's a place I worked
damn hard to get.

- I know you did, Eff.
I do know that.

- George, I don't expect you
to understand.

I really don't.

But I need this.

A job, a career,
a sense of purpose.

Try as I may, I just don't think

that being a mother
could ever do that for me.

- How can you know,
how can you know unless you try?

- It's not something
you just try, George.

- I know.

(sighs)

- Just sign the papers
so you can get what you want.

Please.

Thank you.

- Uh-huh.

- File these with the judge.

Though you'd best get on
with finding a new wife.

You're not getting any younger.

- Don't be saucy.

- We had some incredible
times, didn't we?

- Time won't undo those, George.

No one will ever replace you.

- What if...

What if we're
making a mistake?

- Well,

then, I suppose,

I've thrown down diamonds
in the sand.

Something precious...

that will never be returned.

Suppose you've got
a train to catch.

(soft music)

Just promise me one thing.

- Of course.

- When the time is right,

bring your family
to come and see me.

(breathing shakily)

(birds chirping)

- Ah, he only joined a couple
of months ago.

He's the first man
I've hired in years.

- He likely knew about Huxley's
operation

before you brought him on.

So what do you do
with those three?

- Well, what do you suggest?

- Well, they more than likely
saved the brother's life.

- And put all of ours in danger.
- Hm.

- They'll do time,
but I'll talk to the judge.

(Roberts): ...side to side,
get a clean shot next time.

- Constable,
that was fine shooting.

- Just needed the right target.

- What happened?

Who...?

Oh, yeah.

- Oh, Henry, for Pete's sake.
There's no need of that.

I'm not dying, man!

- You're going to Newfoundland,
George.

It might as well be
the end of the earth.

- It's home.

- It's also the only place
you'd ever get a promotion.

- All right. Don't be cheeky.

Look, Henry, seriously.

I need you to check in on Effie
from time to time for me.

- Of course.

Safe travels, George Crabtree.

Oh.

Sir.

- Sir.

- Weren't going to say
goodbye, George?

- I tried, sir, I just...

I couldn't think of the words.

I was going to write you
once I collected my thoughts.

- Is this what you want, George?

It is.

- And Effie?

- She's not coming with me, sir.

The only life I could offer her
was one she didn't want.

We've agreed to part.

- I'm sorry.

- I am, as well, sir,
but perhaps this gives us

both a chance to find
what we each want,

a chance at true happiness.

- So, you are going home, then?

- I am.

- And you're to be assistant
to the Chief Inspector.

- Assistant Chief Inspector.
There's a difference.

I made sure they were clear
about that.

I-I-I wouldn't go
all the way out there

to become some
sort of secretary.

(chuckling)
- Of course not.

Well, I-I suppose you
outrank me now.

- Um, well...

in a way, I suppose.

But you're a long ways
from my jurisdiction, sir.

I wouldn't worry.

(church bells ringing)

(soft music)

Lot of water under the bridge.

- Many miles travelled.

- In and out of our
fair share of scrapes.

(chuckling)

- Is this right for you, George?

- As you said, I'm going home.

So I believe it is.

Take care, sir.

- William.

- I don't think I'll ever be
comfortable with that.

Maybe one day.

- I'll await it.

- You know, sir,

if I hadn't worked with you
on all these cases

over all these years,

I'd never be considered
for this position,

so maybe the right words
are just...

thank you.

- It's been my honour.

- Right, then.

(soft music)

(theme music)

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