All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S06E09 - Victoria Cross (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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The gloves are worthless.

I'll take the dress, though.

Two bits.

Please, it cost near $3.

-My mother gave it...
-To me it's worth two bits.

Accept it or not.

I'll even throw in this.

You can change behind there.

You need some help back there?

WOMAN:
I'm all right.

As long as you're sure.

Shylock!

Get out of here!

[ Gasps ]

Aah!

Come on!

Hurry!
She's getting away!

Over here!

[ Panting ]

- Enough!
- Let's go!

Come on!

[ Footsteps departing ]

Why do you suppose
he was in here so late, sir?

I have no idea, George.

Well, maybe we'll get lucky,
Sir.

Perhaps somebody
heard something.

In the alley?

Cordon off the area.
We'll be right there.

I wonder who else was in here.

Sir, there's something in the
alley you should have a look at.

She was in the pawnshop.

[ Gasping ]

George.

- George, get a doctor.
- She's alive?

Just go, George!

[ Indistinct talking ]

Miss.

- You're all right.
- [ Groaning ]

Easy.

[ Crying ] I can't move my legs.

I can't move my legs.

A guard found him
about 20 minutes ago.

And why contact me?

Before he did this,
he was asking to talk to you.

Oh, my God.

Reg.

Do you know him?

I did.
A lifetime ago.

What would you like me to do?

Cut him down.

He was alive when I did my
rounds at 4:00 in the morning.

Sitting upright on his bed,
as I recall.

How were his spirits?

I didn't stop for a chin wag.

It's unusual.

Reginald Pullen
was to be released this year.

Why would he kill himself?

Did he have
any visitors recently?

No, never a one.

He told me that his wife
had died a few years ago.

Lucille.

Yes, I believe
that was her name.

What were the charges
against him?

Assaulting an officer.

He was found in a tavern which
was open illegally after hours.

- And he ended up in here?
- Five months ago.

Oh, he talked back
to the judge

and got a longer sentence
than need be for his pains.

Hmm.
That sounds like Reg.

- Suicide doesn't.
- Ah.

Self-murder is not so unusual
in a place like this, Inspector.

Remorse and despair
are twin companions.

Did Pullen have
any particular pals?

Potter, can you answer
the inspector's question?

No, sir.
I'm afraid not.

- You could try Hobson.
- Another prisoner?

Just this do-gooder.

He works for an organization

that helps prisoners return
to decent society.

He's got the use
of the old library.

Thank you.

You could spend a couple dollars
and spruce this place up.

Or you lot
could clean up after yourselves.

MURDOCH:
Are you quite sure, Miss Butler?

I didn't see him.
I didn't see anyone.

I was behind the curtain,
changing.

And yet you escaped.

Is that what you call this?
Escape?

Miss Butler,
there was significant damage

to the pawnshop.

Are you sure
there was just one man?

I've told you all I know.
I didn't see anyone.

Miss Butler, the detective
is only doing his duty.

The doctor says
you're healing quite well.

I've tried to explain
to Miss Butler

that there is no reason
she cannot walk.

The knife did no damage
to her spinal column,

and no major internal organs
were affected.

Then why can't I walk?
Why can't I feel anything?

Detective Murdoch.

Rest well, Miss Butler.

I regret to say
she is malingering.

Why would she do that?

As long as she can claim
to be a victim of crime,

the hospital board
will take pity on her.

She can stay here indefinitely.

Free room and board.

You've examined her thoroughly?

Yes.
The knife wound is superficial.

She can't stay here
much longer.

We have patients
with real illnesses

who are in need of a bed.

[ Laughs ]

George, I need you to canvass
the area around the pawnshop.

Of course.

Any news
on the MacGinnis murder?

Not yet, sir.

What did they want with you
at the prison, sir?

Nothing.
Just a bloody suicide.

Open the door, Tom.

Come on.
You've done it before.

I should let you
bloody well rot in here.

Then leave me.

What do you expect, Reg?

I expect you
to let me out of here.

So you can piss your life away?

The man deserved a beating.

He was picking on
some drunk old sod.

I was evening the odds.

If you want to right
the world's wrongs, reenlist.

What's so funny, Reg?

They wouldn't take me back
even if I wanted.

They took my Victoria Cross.

Why?

Fistfight six months ago.

They took it away for that?

They said it was for
dishonorable conduct.

I've fished you out of here
too many times.

Tom.

Please, Tommy.

Come on!

Bloody vulture he was.

Did Mr. MacGinnis
have any enemies?

He certainly didn't have
any friends.

How did you get these wounds?

I fell down.
Tripped on the stairs.

A truthful answer
would be appreciated, sir.

MacGinnis lent me money.
He wanted it back.

So he did this to you?

He had people for that.

When do we get our things back?

They still belong to him.

That ain't right!

Well, I'm sorry,
but that's the law.

This copper here

says that MacGinnis gets to take
what's ours to the grave!

Get your batons ready.

All right, people,
break this up now!

When somebody is hanged,
the noose leaves a contusion

following closely
along the jawline.

However,
if somebody is strangled,

the bruising is much lower,

and almost invariably
the hyoid bone is broken,

as this one is.

He was strangled first
and then strung up.

The belt was used
for both deeds.

No man would give his belt up
just like that.

His killer
must have overpowered him.

He did. Look.

Beneath the hairline.

He was hit hard,
by the look of it.

There are no defensive wounds
on his hands or his arms.

There was no struggle.

That could be
why no one heard anything.

Stupid bugger.

Inspector?

Thank you, Dr. Grace.

So what is it exactly
that you do, Mr. Hobson?

I work with men who are soon
to be released into society.

Give them a hand up,
so to speak.

Mr. Pullen
was just six months away.

He was a good man.

I wasn't talking to you.

HOBSON:
That's enough, Mr. Walker.

I agree with Richard.

Mr. Pullen's death
is a great loss.

You don't have to lie to me.
I knew him.

Well, if that's your sense of
him, you didn't know him well.

I knew him bloody well enough.

And he wasn't
this besainted fellow

you're all
making him out to be.

Well, I suppose I should expect

a policeman's judgment
to be harsh,

but I enjoyed his company.

He was more good than bad.

That's all for now.

[ Indistinct talking ]

Oi.

What can you tell me
about Reg Pullen?

Piss off.

I suppose you don't know
who you're talking to, do you?

- Later. Talk to me later.
- [ Whistle blowing ]

Ah!

That's enough!
He's down!

Now back off!

Dr. Ogden.

Detective Murdoch.

What can I do for you?

I have someone who I believe
has witnessed a murder,

but she refuses to talk to me.

She appears to be quite
literally paralyzed by fear.

What do you mean?

She has no use of her legs.

She can't move, even though
the attending physician says

there's nothing
physically wrong with her.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Shall we?

I'm sorry.
Business to take care of.

Now, what can I do for you?

Reginald Pullen.
It wasn't a suicide.

- Sir?
- It was murder.

- How?
- I don't know.

[ Sighs ]
Another inmate, perhaps.

Likely.

That said, I'd like to see an
inmate who wants to talk to me.

- Richard Walker.
- [ Chuckles ]

- What's so funny?
- Well, of course he does.

Ever since Walker arrived,

he's protested his innocence
against all charges against him.

It's the usual nonsense
some of them spout.

That's not what I'm here
to talk to him about.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

It's a bit gloomy, isn't it?

Well, we're not running one
of Mr. Kellogg's sanatoriums.

How long do the buggers
last down here?

Oh, it doesn't usually take
more than a night or two

before they see
the error of their ways.

Good God.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

I'll need him
down at the city morgue.

Well, the cause of death
seems plain enough.

You've lost two prisoners.

Do you not want to find out
who's behind this?

Of course.

How'd the killer get in?

Aren't doors supposed to
be locked in jails?

It's an oversight.

You'd throw a man in solitary
and not lock him in?

How many of the guards
have the keys to that door?

I don't like your tone,
Inspector,

nor your implications.

We're very careful
with the men we employ here.

Well, if you have any other
explanation, I'm all ears.

Right with you, Inspector.

Would you allow us
some privacy, Mr. Turnbow?

- You've heard about Walker?
- I have.

You know these men.
Any thoughts?

I'm afraid to say
it could have been anyone.

And why's that?

Walker was a magpie.
He'd steal anything he'd see.

Men in here don't have much,
so you don't take what they got.

Mr. Hobson,
according to the coroner,

Reggie Pullen
was not a suicide.

He was strangled.

That's terrible.

But I don't know
how I can help you.

You said you knew Reg.
Who were his enemies?

He kept to himself.

What about the dead man?

Walker palled around
with Mr. Pullen,

but I didn't get the impression
Pullen had much liking for him.

I'd say tolerated at best.

Are you sure it was murder?

I'd appreciate it

if you were to keep all this
under your hat, Mr. Hobson.

I don't want to scare away
my rabbit just yet.

MURDOCH:
Take your time, Miss Butler.

Have a look
through the photographs

and tell me
if you recognize anyone.

I'm sorry, Detective.
I didn't see anyone.

Sometimes we see more
than we think we do.

Now, please,
if you recognize anyone.

No.

No one at all.

No.

[ Pages turning ]

Him.

I can't be sure, but perhaps.

Miss Butler, I understand
how afraid you must feel.

But would you try something
for me?

Just leave me alone.

I will, but first, would you
mind trying to move your legs?

I can't.

Please, indulge me.

You see?

Now will you please
just leave me alone?

I'll ask
the attending physician

that she be transferred
into my care.

Her medical evaluation
seems sound,

but she's clearly suffering
from something.

Thank you, Julia.

Do you think she recognized
any of the men?

Only if Constable Higgins has
decided to become a murderer.

[ Laughs ]

Sir, Mr. MacGinnis
is a loan shark,

his shop little more
than a front.

And there are more than a few
who would wish him ill.

Anything else?

Yes, I found the name of
one of his, uh, persuader types.

- Leeland Flowers.
- Right. Find him.

I have, sir.
He's in the interview room now.

I worked for MacGinnis
when needed.

MURDOCH: And what was the nature
of your employment?

Made sure people
lived up to their obligations.

And if they didn't?

On the rare occasion that
a second visit was required,

most of them were able to find
the money one way or another.

Would any of these clients
have reason

to kill Mr. MacGinnis?

Plenty had reason.

But I doubt if any
had the capacity.

Are you proud of your work,
Mr. Flowers?

Little different from yours,
I suspect,

collecting on debts owed.

There are two wounds.

The edges of each are clean,
not ragged.

The weapon was probably
a regular knife

with a one-inch-wide blade,
about six inches long.

Very sharp.

Both these wounds
penetrated the heart.

Mm.

Take a sniff, George.

What do you think it is?

Smells like soot.

Tastes like soot.

You're in the habit
of tasting soot?

Well, my Aunt Ivy used to lower
me down the chimney to clean it.

At one point,
that was to be my occupation.

More.

How's it going
with the MacGinnis case?

Well, I have a witness
who refuses to talk,

and a victim whom most people
are happy to see dead.

Sounds familiar.

Sir?

Two men murdered in prison.

No one gives a toss about them,
either.

I knew one of them.

Oh, I see.

Both men were killed
inside locked cells.

Where do your suspicions lie?

With someone who holds a key.

Mm. All right.

You were the one who signed
Richard Walker into solitary,

were you not?

I was.
And then I went off shift.

MURDOCH: You were also the one
who found Reginald Pullen dead.

Yeah.

Before he died,

Richard Walker asked to speak
with the inspector here.

Do you know
what that was about?

Walker always wanted to
make himself look important.

A bit of bad luck, isn't it,
Mr. Potter?

Two deaths in 24 hours.

There's no need to remind me.

It will be
on my conscience forever.

Will it, now?

Well, maybe that's not
such a bad thing.

Something to contemplate

while you're breaking stone
in Kingston Penitentiary.

I cannot be sentenced for
a crime somebody else committed.

What about Reg Pullen?

Perhaps you slipped
into his cell,

knocked him unconscious,
and then strung him up.

There are 50 men on the range
that can vouch for me.

Prisoners vouching for a man
who holds a gun on them daily

doesn't really mean very much,
Mr. Potter.

[ Door opening ]

I must admit, sir,
it's hard to think of a reason

why he would
want to kill Pullen.

Perhaps he's bent.

Someone here is.

Both Walker and Pullen

tried to communicate with you
before they died.

Something is going on here.

The man that I knew,
Reginald Pullen,

he won the Victoria Cross.

Who would have guessed that he'd
end up in a place like this?

Who knows the path
a man's life may take, sir?

You go ahead, Murdoch.

Mr. Hobson, sir.
A moment of your time.

I was on the verge of leaving,
Inspector.

BRACKENREID:
I'll keep it brief.

Ready to go?

As soon as I finish
with Mr. Walker.

What is this reading
we're going to?

Excerpts from a new novel,
"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz."

Tickets were
dreadfully expensive.

Oh, I know this one.
It's marvelous.

It's about a little girl,
Dorothy,

who's swept away from her home
in Kansas

to a mystical land
where she encounters

three curious companions.

There's a lion,
a scarecrow,

and this chap
made entirely out of tin.

George.

They're looking for
this fearsome wizard,

only to discover
that he's nothing

but a little, tiny fellow.

I mean, I don't think the point
is that he's tiny.

I think the point is, you know,

things that we believe we lack
are already inside of us

just wanting to be found.

Thank you so much, George.

I've said too much.

Alert me next time
you intend to spoil something.

I'm sorry.

Egg?

How unusual.

Oh, my goodness.

How did that end up
in Mr. Walker's gullet?

- Another?
- Ahh!

I thought you good Samaritan
types were teetotal.

Exceptions to every rule.

Why do you bother
helping the men in here?

I used to be one of them.

Did three years
a long time ago.

Then I turned my life around.

I see.

I believe all men
have it in them to be good.

They just need a nudge,
like your friend.

We were pals, Reg and me.

I came out of the service,
found a wife,

found the constabulary.

Reg lost his wife,
lost his job,

lost everything
that makes a man a man.

He was deeply ashamed of that,
especially losing his medal.

He told me many times that
winning it was his greatest day.

I was there.
That night.

Two young lads
off to see the world.

What better way than
to take the queen's shilling

and become soldiers?

Afghanistan.

Dust, dirt, hotter than Hades.

[ Gunfire ]

The night
he won his Victoria Cross,

we were tending to a limber.

It was piled up
with injured men.

We were target practice
for the tribesmen.

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Groans ]

Reg could have made
a run for it, but he didn't.

He brought that man back.

[ Gunfire ]

And then he went back
into the line of fire

and brought back the rest.

I was the first man
he pulled in.

He won his V.C. saving my life.

He lost it

because I turned my back
on him.

It's not a real eyeball,
of course.

It's glass.

A real eyeball would be
in a process of dissolution

from stomach acid.

You found this
in Richard Walker's stomach?

Yes. I also found this
under his fingernails.

It's soot.

I also found traces of it
in his hair.

Hat do you make of it, Murdoch?

That's the lot of them, sir.

And not one missing an eye.

If Mr. Walker went to such
trouble to conceal the eye,

he obviously didn't want
anyone to know

it was in his possession.

Hmm.
You hold on to the damned thing.

Sir, perhaps Walker wasn't
the only one concealing things.

DR. OGDEN: Sit back
and close your eyes, Louise.

Please don't open your eyes.

I'm going to use a feather
to touch your leg.

And I'd like you to tell me
if you can feel anything.

Have you done it yet?

You felt nothing?

Nothing.

Our minds can persuade us
and our bodies

that we have certain conditions
when in fact we don't.

You think I'm making this up?

I think you can't walk because
you're afraid.

That's stupid.
That's just stupidity.

Perhaps not.

There is a condition
called conversion hysteria.

People who have
experienced extreme fear

can sometimes become
literally frozen by it.

I'd like you to think back
to what happened to you.

I told you.
I don't remember.

You were in the shop
when the man came in.

He shot the shopkeeper,

and then he realized
that you were there.

I suppose.

You ran out.
He gave chase.

Yes.

And you saw nothing?

I was afraid for my life.

I understand that.

I've been afraid too.

Just leave me alone.

I can't walk.

I'm a colored girl
who can't walk.

But I need you to remember.

The man who did this...
Do you know who he is?

I know what you're doing.

You think I'm stupid?

You're trying to trick me
into talking to the police.

I'm trying to help you.

No, you're not.

You're trying to get me killed.

Let me see those, Murdoch.

Aha.
There you go.

When you're a soldier, Murdoch,

you learn to find
a hiding place

that you can get to
at any time.

Somewhere to stash
your tobacco

or maybe some money,
even a needle and thread.

Bloody hell.

$50 is a lot of money
for a prisoner.

It's a lot for a man anywhere.

[ Clanging, steam hissing ]

[ Door closes, footsteps ]

- [ Echoing ] Come on.
- [ Echoing ] Who's there?

Hurry!

Kill her!

Aah! Aaah!

What you saw
was a doctor doing his rounds.

What was in his hands?

He was simply checking
the dosage of a syringe.

You can't live the rest
of your life like this, Louise.

- I have no choice.
- You do.

I know you're holding
something back.

- You have to let it go.
- Why?

I still won't be able to walk.

My life will still be over.

You don't know that.

If you can help
Detective Murdoch,

you may be able
to free yourself from your fear.

Please.

Louise, I know you can do this.

You have news, Julia?

She saw three men,

and she can identify the one
that pulled the trigger.

Oh, very good.
When can I speak with her?

Not right now, William.

Reliving the event
was most traumatic.

I've given her a sedative.

Is everything all right?

Oh...

I'd suspected that her paralysis
was due to her fear.

I'd hoped that if
she relived the event...

Oh.
I'm sorry, Julia.

It's days like this
that make me miss the morgue.

There your patients
never know you've failed them.

Inspector,
how goes the good fight?

Still at sixes and sevens,
I'm afraid.

You counsel these men,
do you not?

If they request it.

And not one has acted

the slightest bit unusual
since the murders?

A few of them are wondering
if they will be next.

But these are hard men.

They've lived most of
their lives with violence.

How about the guards?

Most are a good lot,

but some are no better
than the prisoners.

BRACKENREID:
What about Potter?

I don't know him very well,

but few men in here
hold any grudge against him.

Thank you.

Tell the inspector
I'll be delayed.

I have to interview a witness
to the MacGinnis murder.

- Thank you.
- CRABTREE: Detective.

You should talk to this chap
I've brought in.

I believe we might have
something belonged to him, sir.

I heard you have my eye.

Uh...

I have an eye.

Let me see.

That's mine.

He pawned it
at MacGinnis' shop.

Could I have it back?

The ladies say
I've lost my looks without it.

He does still owe some money
on it, sir.

But...

The moment this case
is resolved,

I'll see it's returned to you.

Obliged.

Strange, sir,
how that man's eye

ended up
in another chap's stomach.

What's even more strange,
George, is that "chap"

was supposed to be in prison
at the time it was stolen.

As I say, I don't know
Mr. Browning well,

but he does live high
off the hog for a prison warden.

- Hmm.
- Inspector.

Murdoch.

Did your witness shed any light
on who killed our Shylock?

Not yet. She's still in
Dr. Ogden's care at the asylum.

Then why are you here?

Well, sir,
I have reason to believe

we may be working
on the same case.

These items were found
in the possession

of the two dead inmates.

BRACKENREID:
Any explanation?

The two were thieves.

Your records indicate
that no inmates in custody

are in need
of such a prosthetic.

Well, perhaps it belonged
to Walker.

A lucky charm of some sort.

That he carried around
in his colon?

And what about
the bloody money?

Are prisoners in here
routinely in possession of $50?

I don't know the worth of every
man's personal effects, sir.

But if this amount of money
was stolen from a prisoner,

it would account for
Pullen's murder, would it not?

MURDOCH:
If I may, sir...

Have a look at the bills.

The dates.

[ Sighs ]

May of 1900.

Printed long after
Reginald Pullen

was sentenced here.

How could he have come
into possession of them?

Well, someone from the outside
gave it to him.

BRACKENREID: Bollocks!

You said yourself
Reg received no visitors.

Then he stole it
from a prisoner with money!

MURDOCH:
The more likely explanation is

that the two men
escaped from prison

and were likely involved
in a robbery

that took place at a pawnshop
a couple of days ago.

Escaped?

Well, then why the devil
would they return?

Maybe you run a nice
establishment. I don't know.

MURDOCH: Convenient place
to hide out from a crime.

And certainly the last place
we would look.

Potter... the guard who was
on duty for both deaths...

He had access
to all the cell keys.

Would you like to remind us
again how well you vetted him?

Follow my lead, Murdoch.

You, out!

You were the last man
to see Reginald Pullen alive.

You were also the guard

who assigned the second victim,
Walker, to solitary.

Good thing too.
He attacked you.

He wanted to talk to me.

But you put him in solitary,

and he was dead before
we could have our little chat.

I wonder what
he would have told me.

A lie.

That's what prisoners tell.
Lies.

We all tell lies, Mr. Potter.

May I see your knife?

My knife?

The one you had readily on hand
when you cut down my friend.

Detective Murdoch.

You remember Detective Murdoch,
do you not?

And you're aware
of his reputation.

Detective Murdoch
specializes in evidence.

He uses all kinds of geegaws
and devices

most coppers
have never even heard of.

Your knife here...

I suppose he would be able
to tell in due course

whether it was used
in the commission of a crime.

Isn't that right, Detective?

It would be, as the Americans
say, easy as pie.

You see, I can detect

even the most remote
trace of blood on this knife,

even in the leather sheath
that you holster it in.

Failing that,
I have an ultraviolet light

that's capable...

That's enough, Murdoch.

He does go on.

So who is going to tell me
this knife was used

in the commission of a crime?

You or Detective Murdoch?

It was used in the commission
of a crime, but I didn't do it.

- Who did?
- A prisoner. Nathan Turnbow.

MURDOCH: Which crime?

The murder of Richard Walker,

or the stabbing of Louise Butler
behind MacGinnis' pawnshop?

I only know about Walker.

What about my mate
Reggie Pullen?

Mr. Potter!

Look, I only opened the door
for them.

- That's all I did.
- Under whose instruction?

Nate Turnbow.

You took orders
from a prisoner?

A prisoner who knew
where my family lives.

A prisoner who seemed
to be able to travel at will.

Yeah, I took orders from him.

How did they get
out of the prison, Mr. Potter?

I don't know.

They got out of here somehow,
Potter.

You'd best tell me how.

DR. GRACE: It's soot.

I also found traces of it
in his hair.

Inspector.

Come with me.

BRACKENREID:
You'd better stay put.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

What are we doing on the
bloody prison roof, Murdoch?

Dr. Grace reported finding soot
on prisoner Walker's body.

But the plans say the chimneys
have been blocked off.

Yes, well, that's what they say.

[ Man grunting ]

Murdoch.

You could blend in more easily
on the outside wearing these

than prison garb,
wouldn't you say?

Have a look
at where this one leads to.

Bastard.

MURDOCH: That prisoner, Turnbow.
He was in the library.

He was there.

He heard me
talking about the witness.

He knows where she is.

You go.
I'll handle this one.

- You two, get out.
- What?

Are you deaf?!

Sorry, sir.

Inspector Brackenreid.

Sit down and shut up.

You are telling the truth
about one thing, Hobson...

You are dedicating your life
to helping prisoners.

You're confused.

Am I?

They got out
through the bloody chimney.

I had nothing to do with this.

Men you knew!
Men you supposedly counseled!

You're gonna spend the rest
of your life in this place.

I doubt that.

You have no proof
that I was involved.

That was for Reg.

You killed him.
A military man. A war hero.

A thief and a drunkard.

Ha hal!
Keep going, Inspector.

The more you hurt me,
the better it is.

Why did you kill him?

You knew what he was.
You knew the things he'd done.

He was gonna go to the law.
He was trying to talk to you.

And you couldn't have that,
could you?

What about MacGinnis?

Between you and me,
he owed me money.

- Nothing more?
- That was enough.

We've got a bloody witness.

Are you sure about that?

I thought you said
the detective was coming.

He'll be here.

I don't know about this.

Detective Murdoch
will find the man.

He always does.

Let me see what's keeping him.

Look out! Look out! Look out!
Police!

Yes, well, please let
Detective Murdoch know

that Miss Butler
is waiting to talk to him.

Thank you.

[ Paper rustles ]

BUTLER: Aah! Aah!

No.
No, please, please, no.

I should have finished you!

Aah!

Let's go!

- What?!
- Movel!

I can't!

If you don't, you die
right here and now!

So move!

- Dr. Ogden!
- Not now.

Are you all right?

Yes, William.

Yes.

Louise, it's over.

Thank you for the new clothes.

Thank you for talking
to Detective Murdoch.

I know that must have
taken courage.

You spoke to my employer?

Yes, and he is awaiting
your return

and happy to have you.

- Thank you.
- [ Rattling ]

[ Gasps ]

I'm sorry.
Every little thing startles me.

Getting over trauma
can take time.

But soon
this will all be a memory.

I hope so.

I'll be by to call on you.

Thank you.

Sir?

Mr. Turnbow confirmed

Mr. Hobson's involvement
in the crimes.

Do we have anything
beyond his word?

We served a warrant
on Mr. Hobson's home.

It seems he'd accumulated
a small fortune.

We found stolen goods

from at least three
previously unsolved robberies.

Between that
and Mr. Turnbow's testimony,

they should both see the noose.

Good.

So how did the eye end up
in the bloke's stomach.

Mr. Turnbow fed it to him.

Sir, the Prince of Wales
has said

that any man who wins the
Victoria Cross should keep it,

even if he's to be hanged.

The Prince of Wales said that?

That's as it was reported.

Food for thought.

Your Royal Highness...

I am writing to you on behalf

of Master Corporal
Reginald Pullen.

He was stripped of his Victoria
Cross for meritorious service.

I am asking
that you consider...

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