All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E01 - Nolo Contendere [1080p]

Come on, hurry up.

Copper...

One of these days when
their backs are turned, huh?

You the copper?

Who wants to know?

Name's Julian Foster.

- I'm only in for assault.
- Good for you.

What I mean is,
I'll be out soon,

and I have some business
to attend to.

Business that could
profit us both.

- How so?
- Tell me where she is.

Who?

The one whose husband
you're doing time for killing.

- Why are you looking for her?!
- It's not just me.

If you care for her, you'd best
let me find her first.

Move apart.

Meet me in the coal shed
in 10 minutes.

William...

What do you think of this?

"Cartography exhibit.

The original
Mercator projection."

The complete planisphere.

They're only in town
for a little while.

I thought we might
have lunch after.

Better get going, then.

Hello.

Henry, a burglary
isn't usually something

that requires my attention.

I see.

Yes, yes.
I'll be there presently.

No Mercator projection?

There's been a burglary
at Edna Brooks' old residence.

Then you should go.

Probably has nothing to do
with her, but...

George is in prison for
a crime she likely committed.

It's better a dead end
than a missed opportunity.

You're right.

Oh, my God.

Foster.

Foster, look... look at me.

Who... Who did this to you?

What does this have to do
with Edna Brooks?!

Foster.

Damn it.

Guards! Guards!

Stay back.

- What are you doing?
- Get back with the others.

You can't move
the body like...

Let's go on.

- You're destroying evidence!
- Don't get involved.

- That man was murdered.
- It's not your concern.

As a matter of fact,
it's of great concern to me.

Then be smart about it.

Back to it!

Mr. Suffock's been living here
for the past four months,

and this is the first break-in
as far as he knows.

What was taken, Mr. Suffock?

Uh, nothing,
as far as I can tell.

He returned home
from his night shift

and he found his curtains
were drawn, sir.

They were open
before I left to work.

I was thinking that the intruder

may not have wanted to be seen
from the outside, sir.

A reasonable assumption.

No sign of forced entry.
Did you lock that door?

Of course.
They must have picked the lock.

Or had a key.

You think Mrs. Brooks returned,
sir?

Sir?

Something is different
from when I was last here.

What?

I-I don't know.

Henry, please fetch my camera.

Right away.

You're not a policeman anymore,

so stop behaving like one.

That man who was killed...

He's somehow connected
to a woman

by the name of Edna Brooks.

- Yes, I know who she is.
- You do?

She's the reason
you're in here, is she not?

She killed her husband, and you
took responsibility for it.

What makes you think
I didn't kill him?

If you'd been guilty,
you would have pled guilty.

If you were both innocent,
you would have pled not guilty.

Instead you pled
nolo contendere... no contest...

The only plea
that would close the case

without forcing you to confess
to a crime you didn't commit.

You're either the most noble man
I've ever met

or the stupidest.

I can't quite decide which.

Well, good luck to you.

There's plenty of break-ins
in this neighborhood, Murdoch.

There was no sign
of forced entry, sir,

and the curtains
were deliberately drawn.

So Edna Brooks
went back to her apartment.

Is that what you're suggesting?

It's possible.

- You're clutching at straws.
- Sir, they are all I have.

Bloody Crabtree.

If he would just tell us
where she was. I know he knows.

I've tried.
He won't even see me.

So how is this lot gonna help?

Well, sir,
if Edna Brooks did return

to her apartment,
she did so for a reason.

What exactly
are you looking for?

I'm not sure.

Something is different
from when we were there last.

After Archie Brooks' murder?

Is something missing?

I don't know. I can't quite
put my finger on it.

Spot the difference.

What fun! They could
make a game out of this.

The blood is gone.

- And there's a new tablecloth.
- Mm, not that.

William,
look at the stove.

- What?
- Look at the stovepipe.

It was misaligned,
and now it's not.

That's it.

That's what was bothering me!

The stovepipe was removed
and then replaced.

Someone was
looking for something.

Or retrieving it.

I knew there was a reason
I married you.

All right,
stand in the yard.

I wouldn't do that.

I need to see that body
before it's disposed of.

Just wait a moment.

You know something?

He said your mother
was a prostitute.

He did, did he?

What are you saying
about my mother?

- What?
- You better watch it!

Get out of here!
I never said nothing!

- You made a big mistake!
- Get off of mel.

Break it up! Break it up!

I'll kill you!

- You better watch it!
- You better watch it!

Come on!
Let's go to work! Move 'em!

Sir.

It's good to see you, George.

Thank you for coming, sir.

What have you?

A man by the name
of Julian Foster

was killed in here yesterday.

He was in the same regiment
as Archibald Brooks.

How do you know that?

They share a regimental tattoo.

And, sir, he told me
he was to be released soon,

and he was asking
Edna's whereabouts.

I think
she might be in danger.

Where is she?

I can't tell you
what I don't know.

You do know.

I can still tell when
you're lying to me, George.

You're protecting her.

Sir, you of all people
should understand.

Foster was murdered, sir.

It might have something to do
with Archibald Brooks.

I'll look into it.

Take him out of here.

That's it.

Stay back, please.

You found us an apartment
on Trafalgar Square?

Not on it,
but three blocks away.

I have butterflies.

- Good butterflies?
- I think so.

Oh, Emily, I'm so excited
you've decided to come.

The suffrage movement there
is years ahead of Canada.

We did run a candidate
for provincial election.

Yes.

That is why Emmeline Pankhurst
wants us to join her.

- Oh, I should go.
- I'll see you at home.

What have you, Detective?

The victim's name
is Julian Foster.

He was murdered
in the Don Jail.

And I have assumed jurisdiction.

He was stabbed,

and I believe this
to be the murder weapon.

I should be able
to confirm that.

Doctor, this may
have something to do

with the Archibald Brooks case.

I'll see what I can find.

Thank you, Doctor.

And how do you suggest
we proceed?

We ask around.

The door of the coal shed
was open to the yard.

Somebody saw something.

And you think
they'll talk to us?

A homosexual
and a disgraced police officer?

So, what do you suggest we do...
Nothing?

Is that the only inference
you can draw?

How would you proceed?

Why are these men in here,
Crabtree?

What common trait do they hold?

Poor judgment.

And what constitutes
poor judgment?

Rashness, I suppose.

A tendency to act
without regarding consequence.

Or is it the inability to
imagine the series of events

that led them
to their present circumstance

and correctly assess
its probability?

Stupidity, Crabtree.

Thought-stunting,
bat-blind stupidity

is the sine qua non
of incarceration.

- Wouldn't that include us?
- Indeed.

But stupidity is relative.

Some have it in abundance

and others have
comparatively little.

As members
of the latter category,

we have an advantage,
and I suggest we use it.

Put it on the desk, James,
and open it up.

Julian Foster's
worldly possessions.

I paid a visit
to his rooming house.

- Thank you, sir.
- I fancied the stroll.

Good lad.

Foster's honorable discharge
certificate,

dated last November.

Oh, I'd imagine that
was taken during the war.

Sir, have a look

at the third man
from the left.

Archie Brooks.
They must have known each other.

Indeed.

- Notice of desertion.
- For whom?

Some character
named Douglas Roper.

Well, they were
in a different unit.

Why would Foster
be keeping hold of this?

"Doug Roper.
301 Linden Street."

I'm sorry.
I don't know where Douglas is.

- He never returned from the war.
- You think he's dead.

I wish I could hope otherwise.

What do you all
want from him anyway?

- I'm Sorry.
- "all"?

There were others
looking for him.

Who?

A few months ago, a couple
of men came asking after him.

I told them what I told you.

Was one of them this man?

Yes, that's him.

What about the other man?

I never got
a good look at him.

I didn't know
they were soldiers.

Do you think
they know something?

Do you think
Douglas is alive?

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but we don't know
what happened to your husband.

I saw you nodding
at that detective

like you were
telling him something.

We used to work together.

Well, you might want to
be careful.

Otherwise, people will think
you're a rat.

He doesn't need my help.

If he found the murder weapon,
he'll find fingermarks.

Not if they've been wiped.

How long
have you been in here?

Detective Murdoch
invented a technique

to find fingermarks even after
they've been wiped off.

Really?

He rubs a compound on it, puts
it under some special light.

The fingermarks glow red.

Red?

Something to remember
when you get out of here.

Mark my words... As soon as
he matches the fingermark,

he'll make an arrest.

Now, do you care
to make a wager on who?

For money?

Yes, for money.

I'm gonna take odds.

On who killed Foster?

If you pass it around,
I'll cut you in.

Only, tell the right people.

We don't want the guards
getting wind of this.

Are you coming to bed, William?

In just a moment.

What has you so engrossed?

An unusual coincidence.

Archibald Brooks was reported
killed in battle

the day before a Douglas Roper
was declared a deserter.

Did the two men
know each other?

Impossible to say, but they were
in the same battle.

How did the army know
that Mr. Roper

wasn't just missing in action?

His identification tags

were found in a hotel
in Johannesburg.

So a dead man comes to life,

and a presumably living man
disappears without a trace.

Curious turn of events, no?

10 to 1?

What, you don't think
I'm capable of murder?

Okay, 5 to 1.
You feel better?

What's your game?

I'm just looking
for a way to pass the time.

But you're not on the board.

- I didn't kill the guy.
- Come on, Lester.

It's just
a harmless bit of fun.

- What are you getting out of it?
- We're splitting the spread.

What's my cut?

We'll cut you in for half again
for every bet you bring in.

Pearson.

Pearson's going at 10 to 1.

Franklin might be
a better value.

Pearson.

Pearson it is.

You're thinking
that Archie Brooks

switched identities with
this Douglas Roper character.

It would explain
Brooks' unlikely resurrection

and Roper's disappearance.

Being dead has its advantages.

Especially if you're
the only one who knows.

His mates didn't know.
They came looking for Roper.

Perhaps they were confirming
a suspicion.

You think they were
really after Brooks?

Foster was asking George
about Edna.

Could she be mixed up in this?

Someone was looking for
something in her apartment.

Sir, why do you think

Brooks wandered into
a back alley after he was shot?

Looking for help,
I imagine.

Why not
go out the front door?

More likely to find people.

Not everyone thinks
as straight as you, Murdoch.

N-No, sir.

No single act is undertaken
without a reason.

Archibald Brooks was shot.

But he was a soldier.

He would have surmised
that he was in mortal danger,

yet he chose
to wander into a back alley

in the dead of winter
instead of seeking help.

What was he after?

I take it
you didn't see his face.

- How do you know that?
- Location of the wound.

Your head was turned
when the pipe hit you.

You think it was a pipe?

If it had an edge, I might be
doing this on the morgue table.

That's what you get
for skulking around

a deserted alley
all by yourself.

Well, I found out what Foster
and his partner were after.

A raw diamond?

This case does have
its roots in South Africa.

And not just South Africa.
The bloody Boer War.

This could be war booty.

However it came to be,

if Archibald Brooks came into
possession of this diamond,

swapping identities with Douglas
would provide him

with the opportunity
to flee with it.

And how did Foster and his
partner find out about it?

Well, sir, perhaps the diamond
was hidden by all three of them.

They made a pact
to retrieve it together.

Yes.

But Brooks had the opportunity
to retrieve it for himself.

The other two,
believing he was dead,

returned to the hiding spot
but found the diamond gone.

So they think back, and they put
two and two together.

Hence the visit to Mrs. Roper.

You think Archibald Brooks'
army buddies killed him?

It's a version of the events

that's consistent
with the facts.

It certainly
would explain a lot.

But we need to know
if it's consistent

with what you know
to be true.

It is.

You have to tell me, George.

I need to hear it from you.

Did you kill Archibald Brooks?

No, sir, I did not.

But you thought Edna did.

- Now, why would you think...
- Sir, I bought her the gun.

I showed her how to use it.

I may as well have
pulled the trigger myself.

You have to tell me
where she is.

You remember I was
upset the night of the stakeout?

Yes.
Of course I remember.

You had been to her place,
to Edna's.

But I went by way
of the back alley

in case
Archibald Brooks was home.

And you discovered his body.

Archibald had come home,

drunk and belligerent.

Did he hit you?

I stayed out of his way.

I waited until he fell asleep,
and then I left.

Where to?

I-I wanted to rent a room
in the Junction for Simon and I.

I had enough money
for a week, but...

I hadn't gone five blocks
when I remembered

that I'd left the money
in the apartment.

- So you went back.
- Yes.

And Archie was gone.

I was relieved.

And then I saw the blood.

And then I saw the gun.

Oh, the gun!

I didn't want to leave her
without any kind of protection.

I... I'd kept it at the back
of the kitchen drawer.

But that's not
where you found it.

It was on the table.

I picked it up.
It was still warm.

And that's when George came in.

She's standing there,
holding the gun.

I walked up to her.

I didn't even notice the blood
that I'd stepped in.

He told me that the police
would be here soon,

and that they'd want to
speak with me,

and that I had to leave now.

I told her to collect Simon
and go to an address

that I'd given her
where I knew she'd be safe.

And he told me
to never try to contact him,

no matter what.

You thought
George killed your husband.

Of course I did.

Do you think that I would have

let him take the blame
if I didn't...

I loved him.

I still do.

They both thought
the other one did it.

And bloody Crabtree
wiped the fingermarks

that could have proven them
both innocent.

- Indeed.
- So, what now?

We go back to the evidence.

What's that?

It's a scarf
found on Mr. Brooks' body.

No doubt he used it
to staunch the blood.

What else have we got?

Not much, I'm afraid.

Detective Murdoch.

I don't have much.

I've confirmed the blade
you found was the murder weapon.

The stab
was an underhand thrust.

No defensive wounds.

So the victim
wasn't expecting it.

Based on the angle of entry,
I've estimated the killer

was several inches taller
than the victim.

- Edna!
- George!

Step back!

You got five minutes.

I can't believe you did this.

I can't believe you'd think
that I'd let you.

How is Simon?

I don't know.
He's not living with me.

He thinks
that I killed his father.

- Did he say that?
- Not in so many words.

What do we do?

We find the man
who killed Foster.

- He's in here somewhere.
- How will that help?

He was likely hired
by Foster's partner,

and one of the two of them
killed your husband.

I'm sure of it.

You got the inmates
to bet on who the killer is?

It won't stand up in court,
of course,

but I'm sure you can
extract a confession

once the suspect
is identified.

- And do you have a suspect?
- We believe so.

A man named Carter
got the most bets,

but that was expected
due to his thuggish reputation.

The trick was to measure
the deviation

between the expected
and the empirical results.

There was an anomaly.

Pearson.

Everyone who bet on him

was in the yard
at the time of the murder.

And none of those men could be
persuaded to change their bets.

Thank you.

Mr. Pearson.

I don't have to talk to you.

That matters little to me.
The evidence speaks for itself.

But you may find that it's in
your best interests to do so.

How's that? I'm already
a convicted criminal.

Right.

We'd like to know
who hired you.

Nobody hired me.

I doubt very much that
you killed Mr. Foster for free.

Why not?
Can't spend money in prison.

And I sure as hell ain't gonna
spend it where I'm going.

But if that money had been
given to your mother...

It would be a shame to have
to confiscate that money

simply because
you wouldn't help us out.

I never got his name.
He was referred to me.

- By whom?
- He never said.

Do you see him here
in this photograph?

Maybe.

Well, then maybe
you could point him out.

Sirs, I've identified
the man in the photo.

His name is Joseph Pringle.

He was discharged
the same day as Foster.

Do we have an address?

Just an old one
in Kingston, sir.

Nothing in Toronto.

Henry,
we need to find this man.

We have to be able to
place him at the scene.

Sir.

Murdoch, Edna Brooks said
the barrel of the weapon

was still warm
when she picked it up.

She could have seen the killer
leaving on her way back.

If I did, I don't remember.

Simon might have seen something.

How's that?

He returned to the apartment
when I was gone.

How do you know that?

He took the money.

I found it missing
when I returned.

Where might we find him?

Please, if you have any idea.

- Stop!
- Police! Stay right there!

Simon, your mother is worried
about you.

She's not my mother.

She says that you went back

to the apartment the night
that your father was killed.

- She lied!
- She knows, Simon.

She said
that you took some money

that she was saving.

I didn't take anything.

Listen, we don't care
about the money.

We think
you may have seen something

the night that your father
was killed.

I-I didn't see anything.

Simon, we believe your father

may have been killed
by a fellow soldier.

Not Constable Crabtree?

We need your help, son.

Did you return to the apartment

the night
of your father's murder?

Yes.

Where was your father
when you returned home?

In bed.
Sleeping one off.

Was anyone hanging around

when you entered
or left the apartment?

Uh, there was a man outside
when I left.

A man. Right.
Um...

Do you recognize that man
from any of these photographs?

I can't remember his face.

What do you remember, son?
What was he wearing?

A coat.

Color?

Can't remember.

What do you remember,
Simon?

He was...
He was wearing a scarf.

You remember that?

Well, it was cold.
I wished I had one.

All right, a scarf.

- Can you describe it?
- Had stripes.

- What color stripes?
- Different colors.

Blue.

Uh, red, maybe, and white.

All right, Simon,
thinking back on that scarf,

look at these photographs.

Do you see the man
that was wearing it

in any of these photographs?

Whoever was wearing it
likely killed your father.

Think, Simon.

Well, it's him
if it's anybody.

Bloody hell.
We've got him.

Now we just have to find him.

Thank you, Simon.

They told me
I could keep the money.

Mrs. Pearson,
please have a seat.

It's not in our interest
to deprive you of the money.

We do however need your help
to set an innocent man free.

Well, all right.

Now, we believe
you recently received

a payment from this man?

I don't know his name.

We know who he is.
We're trying to locate him.

I don't know where he lives.

I'm sorry.
I wish I could help.

Mrs. Pearson...

Did you receive payment
personally?

He left it in the mailbox
like he was supposed to.

- Did you see him?
- Through the window.

Was he coming or going?

Coming.

From which direction?

Sherbourne Street.

And what of his appearance?
How was he dressed?

Regular like.

Working clothes.

Mrs. Pearson, I am going to need
to see that money

and the envelope it came in.

Didn't come in an envelope.
It was a bag.

A brown bag.

- Where is it?
- I get to keep it, right?

This is all we've got?

These bills are part of an issue

distributed to nine branches
of the Toronto Bank.

- Out of how many?
- 12.

That doesn't narrow it down
by very much, does it?

No, but other factors do.

He was returning from work

somewhere east
of Mrs. Pearson's home.

That narrows it down
to six branches.

The bag itself
is plain brown paper,

too widely distributed
to be of any help.

- But there are other clues.
- Such as”?

A spot of mold on the inside.

I've asked Dr. Ogden
to help identify it.

Of course you have.

On the underside,
a smear of grease,

perhaps from being placed
on a work bench.

It will be my job
to determine what kind.

It's definitely mold.

A variety of penicillin,
by the looks of it.

Well, this is
definitely grease.

Petroleum-based, I think.

- It's bicycle grease.
- It's Roquefort cheese!

Ontario and Wilton.

Roquefort is imported
from France.

There's only one distributor

who sells
to delicatessens and grocers.

We're restricting our search
to delicatessens

who serve the workers' meals
in brown paper bags.

- Next, Henry.
- Wyatt and Sumach.

Those are the green pins.
What about the blue?

Bicycle shops. We believe
he worked in a bicycle shop.

We're looking for
all three colors to be present

within walking distance
during his lunch hour.

Next.

Queen East
at River Street, sir.

Queen and River.

I believe we have it.

Right, then.

Let's get cracking.

Let's get a move on.

Excuse me.
Does this man work here?

Have you seen him lately?

Hey! Police!

- Stop!
- Murdoch, I'll head him off!

Stop!

Mr. Pringle, stop!

You're under arrest.

No!

Don't worry, Murdoch.

Even without him, we've got the
evidence to get Crabtree out.

Lads, let's at least appear
to be working.

How long
have they been in there?

Not quite an hour.

George Crabtree
has been exonerated

and will be released forthwith.

Hey!

So now is our time of parting.

I'm afraid it is.

Congratulations.

You know, I couldn't have
done it without you.

I disagree.

You've proven yourself
a fine detective, Crabtree.

That's funny, considering
I'll probably never be one now.

True. You won't be going back
to the life you had.

It's not going to be easy
for you.

Well, I've got the love
of a good woman

and a boy
who needs taking care of.

I'll see to that.

Well, good luck to you, then.

Clear the gate.

Could sink
a man if he swallowed this.

38 carats.

It will be beautiful
when it's cut.

I understand
you've located an owner.

Wealthy Dutchman
from the Western Transvaal.

Paid for it with his own blood,
no doubt.

O'Reilly. Gilchrist.

You've visited the armory?

Straight to the bank,
and no stopping to gawk at it.

George!

Henry!
Good to see you!

You've helped yourself
to my desk, I see.

- You weren't using it.
- George.

- Sir.
- Welcome home.

We are so glad
to see you back.

Thank you, Doctor.

And thank you, sir,
for everything you did.

Everything you all did.

Have you met with
the new chief constable?

I have. I return
as constable third class,

three months' probation.

- You got off cheap.
- I'm aware of that.

What's this?

It's the evidence
that convicted you.

And then helped exonerate you.

I was just about to
put it away, actually.

Somewhere we can
all forget about it.

Where did this come from?

With Archibald Brooks' body.
He used it to staunch the blood.

Belonged to the killer.

Simon identified it.

- George?
- You all right, George?

Sir, this is Simon's scarf.

Are you sure?

I gave it to him.

What do you remember, Simon?

He, uh...
He was wearing a scarf.

Whoever was wearing it

likely killed your father.

Dear George,
the fates are against us.

Perhaps they always were.

I'll never forget
what you did for us.

Please forgive my doing
what I must.

I love you
and I will miss you always.

So when Edna heard Simon
lie about the scarf,

she knew he was the killer.

Are you going after them?

Bulletins have been sent out,
but that's the extent of it.

So you won't pursue them.

If information comes to us,
we'll investigate,

but no one's burning
to see a boy hang

for shooting his father.

- Likely in self-defense.
- Exactly.

But you did it, William.

You freed George.

You're a hero.

I heard what happened.

I'm sorry.

Wasn't meant to be, I suppose.

I just hope
they're all right.

You did everything
you could for them, George.

More than any man would.

You were prepared
to give them your life.

And now you have yours back.

When do you leave?

Dr. Ogden told me
you were going to England.

Three weeks and a day.

You're counting down.
It's a good sign.

Means you want to go.

I do.

Well, to new beginnings,
then.

New beginnings.