All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E09 - Raised on Robbery [1080p]

Here.
Allow me.

Ah, thank you.

They really should have picked
a better branch for baby day.

Baby day?

You open an account
for your baby,

and they'll match
what you deposit up to $5.

- $5?
- Yeah.

That's a lot of money.

There you are.

Please, uh, c-can I have
your attention?

All mothers who are here
to open accounts,

please line up between the ropes
for the first available teller.

If you are here
on another bank matter,

please speak to Miss Nolan,
here.

Thank you for your patience.

Hello.
I'm Detective Murdoch.

I'm here to apply for a loan.

I'm afraid our loan clerk
has an appointment.

I'll have our bank manager
speak to you.

Thank you.

Detective Murdoch,
I'm John Mortimer.

How can I help you?

I need you
to sign for a receipt.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Now, where were...

This has been happening
all morning.

Each one sets the other off,
I suppose.

Baby day.

Not your idea, I take it?

Only head office could dream up
something as ghastly as this.

Let's step into my office.
We'll talk about your loan.

My wife and I have been living
in a hotel suite.

And you're looking
to buy a home.

Build, actually.

But we both work
very long hours

and have no time
for household chores.

So you wish to include
servant quarters.

Actually, the home
I'm going to build

will do the chores for us.

A dishwashing cupboard.

Simply place
the dirty dishes inside

and let the jets of hot water
do the work for you.

Well, it's all
very interesting.

My pay stubs
for the past 10 years.

I have always been
gainfully employed.

Now, I don't make
a king's ransom,

but I am far
from a profligate spender.

The vault room
has been breached.

Let's not panic!

That will
only alarm the customers.

But the thief
could be getting away.

The exits lock automatically

as soon as the alarm
is activated.

Automatic doors?

- Shall I come with you?
- No. Stay here.

Telephone the police from
my office, and lock the doors.

- Excuse us, please.
- But...

What do you want me to do
with this?

Was anything taken?

I'll know in a moment.

Two bags missing.

$30,000.

Oh, dear.
Oh, dear!

Mothers, babies, and prams.

All of which
will have to be searched.

Why, oh, why did this have
to happen on baby day?

How much time do you think
elapsed from leaving your office

to entering that staircase?

15, 20 seconds?

I'm Sorry?

Why didn't we encounter
the thief on his way out?

He must have gone up
the employee staircase.

Has anyone else
come through here?

No.

Could I have your attention,
please!

I... I regret to announce

that we have had
a... a bit of a robbery!

Pardon me.

As some of you have noticed,
the exit doors are locked.

This is purely
a security measure.

The doors will be opened
as soon as...

Hey!
I've got deliveries to make.

As I said...

Detective Murdoch,
perhaps you'd like to...

The police
will be here shortly.

The doors will remain locked
until we have searched

and obtained statements
from everyone.

You'd best put out a sign
telling customers

the bank will be closed
for the remainder of the day.

And let them in.

Detective, my staff and I
are at your disposal.

Thank you.

How did you get here
before we did?

I was already here, sir.
I was applying for a loan.

Oh, the automatic house, sir?

A man's banking
is his own business, Crabtree.

So, what have we, Murdoch?

$30,000 is missing
from the vault.

But as the doors lock
when the alarm sounds,

the thief and the money
are still inside the bank.

Crikey, it's all mothers
and babies.

- How big is 30,0007?
- How big?

What denominations?

Oh, 1,000 each
of tens and twenties.

Newly minted.

So, roughly the size
of a shoe box.

Sir, that could be hidden
in one of the prams.

Yes, we'll have to
search them all, George.

- As well as the mothers.
- I'll search the mothers.

Julia.
Thank you for coming.

The message said you wanted me
to conduct a search of a mother?

Not just a mother.
All of them.

And their prams.

Oh, my.

Sir, if I may...

Why are you wearing a scarf
in the middle of summer?

Team colors.

There's a Wednesday match
back in England tomorrow.

They're playing
for the league title.

A Wednesday match
on a Tuesday?

Sheffield Wednesday. It's the
name of the team, Murdoch.

- Ah, football.
- Of course, football.

Do I look like a rugby man?

So it takes two of you
to open a door?

Both keys
must turn simultaneously

or the alarm will sound.

That way a thief
can't pick the lock

without setting off the alarm.

Our lad picked the lock, then,
did he?

He must have.

I'm the only one with the key,
and it never leaves my pocket.

Bags of fours, twos, and ones.

He knew what he was after.

Sir, look at this.

Water.

Where's it from?

You think it's connected
to the robbery?

Oh, how beautiful!
How old is he?

Nine months.

Still at that age where
he holds your gaze endlessly.

Oh, only if he likes you.

I'll need to check his pram.

Oh, of course.

Oh, sweetie.

Roland's just discovered
the joy of dropping things.

Could you take him
for a moment?

- Oh. Yes.
- There you go.

Hello, Roland.

Hello!

He's taken a shine to you.

Did you hear that, William?

He's taken a shine to me.

How could he not?

What's the nature of your
business here, Mr. Braxton?

I was
applying for a loan.

Open your jacket, please.

Where were you
when the alarm sounded?

With the loan clerk.

Turn out your pockets
and pull your pants up tight.

- Is this your briefcase?
- Yes.

This is the last of them, sir.

Wednesdayite, are you?

You're from Sheffield?

Bugger Sheffield.
I'm from Owlerton!

New stadium is down the street
from my house.

You must be
kicking yourself, lad.

Black and blue.

If I'd known they'd be up
for the championship,

I'd have never left.

Bloody kills me
that I'm missing it.

Aye.

Right, then, sir.
You're free to go.

- Thank you.
- Oh, I'll see you around, lad.

- Maybe for a pint.
- Ah!

Nice lad.

Have you searched
and obtained statements

from all of the customers?

Yes, sir.

Right, then.
You can let them go.

Where's the money, Murdoch?

Well, sir, if it wasn't
in one of the prams,

it must still be
on the premises.

Where? And how did he hide it
without being seen?

Perhaps it never made it
up here.

Oh, thank God!

Thank God.

If I were you, I'd put that lot
straight in the safe.

Yes. Yes.
Right away, of course!

Thank you so much!

The thief
must have stashed the money

with the intention of collecting
it when the heat was off.

Sirs, I've recovered
some baby toys.

A couple of rattles, a bonnet,
a stuffed rabbit,

and a whistle
that doesn't work.

Crabtree, what do you
want us to do with them?

Nothing, sir.

I just thought I would bring
them back down to the station

in case any of the mothers
wanted to claim them.

That's fine, George.

- Crabtree.
- Detective!

Inspector!

Mr. Mortimer, you look like
you've seen a ghost.

It wasn't the money
they were after.

- It was the plates.
- The plates?

I believe he's referring to the
plates used to print banknotes.

They were in the safe.
I never thought to look!

- What are they worth?
- Worth?

As much as can be printed.

Millions!

Bloody hell.

I started at the Traders Bank
of Canada when I was 16.

Worked my way up.

Not a blemish on my record.

And now...

If they were after the plates,
why steal the cash?

A decoy.

The thief likely knew
that we would search him,

so he set us up
to look for the wrong thing.

You think they were trying to
smuggle out the plates

in one of the prams?

It would be an ideal way to both
hide and transport the plates.

The thief likely chose baby day
on purpose.

You realize
he's not the only one

who's not looking so good
in all of this.

I'm aware, sir.

We had the thief in the bank,
with the goods,

and we let him go.

And you were here
the whole bloody time.

I am aware, sir.

As will be
Chief Constable Davis.

- 47 seconds.
- What?

The time it took for us
to get down to the vault.

I timed the walk
down the stairs at 27 seconds,

plus an extra 20 seconds
for the time it took us

to actually start heading down.

Sir, don't take that
too badly.

I'm sure none of us would have
been much faster...

The plates were in the safe.

So how did
he break into the safe,

steal the plates and the money,
all without being seen

in the time it took us
to walk down the stairs?

A cloak of invisibility.

Don't be stupid, George.

That would render him invisible,
not the plates.

Not if he carried the plates
under the cloak, Henry.

It's not a likely theory.

The safe has a standard
rotary combination lock.

An expert could crack it
in a matter of a few minutes.

But how did he do it
in seconds?

He might,
if he knew the combination.

I'll be needing the combination
to the safe.

Three turns to the right.
25.

10 seconds!

Three turns to the left.

- 15 seconds!
- Oh, sir!

It would do my concentration
a great deal of good

if you did not
read the time aloud.

All right, then.

- Starting over!
- Starting over!

I'm not deaf, Higgins.

I might be old,
but I'm not deaf.

Sorry, sir.

Go.

Four turns to the left.

37. One turn...

Get the plates.

The money.
Two bags.

Oh, sir!
Do I stash the money?

There's no time.
Go.

Hello!

It took George 32 seconds
to open the safe.

That means
he couldn't have

gone up the main staircase
without you seeing him.

He also didn't have time
to stash the money

before heading upstairs.

George barely made it
as it was.

Then the thief must have
come downstairs after.

But how did he conceal
two bags of money?

Sir, if I remember correctly,

one of the customers
did have a briefcase.

Nigel Braxton.

The Wednesdayite.
Yorkshire fella.

That's a good thought, George,

but I did see Mr. Braxton
in the loan clerk's office

as the alarm sounded.

He did tell us that, George.

So we know the thief went up
the employee staircase.

And that he knew the combination
to the safe.

Impossible!

I'm afraid that's
the only version of the events

that is not impossible.

Now, who else besides you
has the combination to the safe?

That's just it... no one.

And if you were
run over by a train?

Head office would have a copy,
I suppose.

Who should we speak to
at head office?

Mr. Bruce.

Thornton Bruce.
He's the bank president.

- Mortimer!
- That would be him now.

A disaster.

- An outright disaster.
- I'm so sorry, Mr. Bruce.

I-I don't know
how it could have happened.

We will have to engrave
new plates, obviously,

but that will take weeks...

Weeks during which
the counterfeiters

can flood the market
with printed notes

that will be impossible to tell
from legitimate notes.

And all this was conducted under
the noses of the city police.

How do you explain that?

The thief had the combination
to the safe, sir.

How do you care
to explain that?

I swear I never breathed it
to another soul.

Not even my dog.

All the combinations
to the vaults

are in the safe in my office.

And who has that combination?

The vice president,
my secretary.

No system is foolproof,
I suppose.

So how do we recover
these plates?

Well, if the thief
knew the combination,

he would have had time
to steal the plates

and escape
up the employee staircase,

but not without being seen
by someone.

I've placed all of the customers
in their stated position

when the alarm sounded.

Now, as you can see,

most of the mothers were here
in front of the tellers.

Mr. Braxton was off
in the loan clerk's office.

Mr. Lester was here.

- The furniture mover?
- That's right.

Come on, lads.
It's not that heavy. Let's go.

You got a sweat on
there, Worsley lad. Crack on.

O'Reilly, what are you doing?

Wait!
Whoa, whoa, wait.

Uh, we can't move it
any further, sir.

The wires are stapled
to the baseboard.

Well, then, unstaple them.

- Yes, sir.
- What's all this?

The young lad at the bank
got me thinking, Murdoch.

If I can't go to the game,
the bloody game can come to me.

By telegraph?

I have a pal who works
in a telegraph office

back in Sheffield.

He's agreed to apprise me
of the game's progress.

Sir, won't that be
terribly expensive?

Well, the police department
get a special rate.

And I don't have to pay
for a telegrapher.

There's no better
dot-and-dash man

in the business than Jackson.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, have you considered
the charge

for a transatlantic signal?

Well, it can't be
that expensive.

My sister telegraphs
every Christmas,

and she's married
to a bloody Scotsman.

Well, best to check,
either way.

Right, then, George.

We know the thief
came up this staircase

and into the teller's cage

one minute after
the alarm sounded.

He would have emerged
into the lobby via this door.

Who are these people?

Joanne Perly, Nicole Henry...
Both mothers.

Catherine Tweedale,
head teller.

Why were you not lined up
with the rest of the mothers?

Well, we were penned in
like cattle!

Nicole is expecting
her second baby,

and it's not like
they didn't have chairs.

They thought there should be
a number system.

I didn't disagree.

Which way were you all facing?

I was facing the teller's cage.

So you would have seen
someone come through

and exit the teller's cage?

- Absolutely.
- And did you?

The first person I saw
come through that door

after the alarm sounded
was you.

Ready yourself, George.

And go.

I-I don't understand.

I-If the thief didn't go
up the employee stairs...

I believe he went up
the main stairs.

Then why didn't we see him?

Because we were
still in your office.

15 seconds.
Very good, George.

Thank you, sir.

I've actually been
taking strides

to increase
my physical prowess.

Good lord.

That's not enough time
to open the safe.

He didn't open the safe.

- He didn't?
- No.

The plates were stolen earlier,
possibly last night,

as well as the cash,
in all likelihood.

The person who triggered the
alarm was merely an accomplice.

- An accomplice?
- Yes.

The real thief was upstairs
discussing a loan with me.

You had the keys to the vault.

You knew the combination
to the safe.

All you needed was for someone
to trigger the alarm.

That's why we didn't rush
out of your office immediately

after the alarm sounded.

Because you needed to delay
just long enough

for your accomplice to make it
all the way back up the stairs

before we headed down.

No.

- But...
- Arrest him, George.

I didn't! I couldn't!
I wouldn't!

Take him to the cells.
I'll interview him later.

Good work, Murdoch.
How did you figure it out?

Simple deduction, sir.

It was the only logical
explanation remaining.

When one has eliminated
the impossible,

whatever remains
must be the truth.

Sir.
No telegraph transmissions?

10 words for $2.
That's 20 cents a word.

Sir, why not transmit in code?
Shorten it up a bit.

"PK" could be "penalty kick."

"C" for "corner."
"G" could stand for "goal."

I understand, Crabtree.
It's still a five-word minimum.

Well, share the cost, sir.

There must be
dozens of Yorkies in Toronto

who would be willing to pay
for real-time results.

Have Jackson call them out
as they come in,

play by play,

all coming from a game
5,000 miles away.

You know, Crabtree,
you have some daft ideas,

but this one
is bloody brilliant.

Agreed.

Detective Murdoch.

Ah, Mr. Bruce.

I heard
you arrested my manager.

Indeed.

We've determined the thief

could not have opened the safe,
stolen the plates,

and returned to the lobby
without being seen.

Therefore the plates
must have been removed

before the alarm went off.

And the only person
who could have done that...

Is the branch manager.
And the alarm?

Set off by an accomplice
to mask the earlier robbery.

What a shame.
He showed such promise.

Really?
He seemed a bit thick.

- Baby day was his idea.
- It was?

We knew nothing of it
until we arrived this morning.

But what an idea.

Customers for life
for the cost of a mere $5.

It wasn't my idea.

I-I got a memorandum
from head office

saying that Traders Bank
was developing a strategy

to encourage lifelong loyalty.

Sir, I have that file.

It will be the one
dated August 16th.

Well, it certainly looks like
one of ours.

That's it.

Do you have another memorandum
to compare it to?

Of course.

I sent that one.

Have a look
at the letterhead.

The letterhead is lighter.

It's a fake.

Sent by the thief to create
a distraction, I suppose.

Why would
he specifically require

mothers and their babies?

Thank you.

Perhaps it wasn't
the bank manager.

He's the only one it could be.

Oh, my.

- What's all this?
- Building blocks, sir.

By drilling holes
and inserting dowels,

the detective
has developed a system

by which building blocks
can attach quickly

and they won't let go.

Look.
They won't let go.

I don't give a toss
about building blocks.

I thought the case was solved.

The bank manager did it.

I'm no longer confident
in that assertion.

We know the thief must have
had the combination to the safe.

We know there was
insufficient time

to make it
up the main staircase.

If he'd have gone up
the employee staircase,

he would have bumped into
the three ladies, here.

Therefore the plates
were stolen beforehand.

And the only one who could have
done that

is the bank manager.

What if...

What if the thief was able
to get into the vault room

without triggering the alarm?

I thought
that couldn't be done.

We haven't tried it.

One unlocks the door,
the other disengages the alarm.

Now, both need to
be turned simultaneously

or the alarm sounds.

On my mark, George.

Ready, set, go.

The device is
an electromechanical relay.

When these contacts
are touching, the alarm sounds.

What keeps them apart

is this ratchet device.

As you can see, both have to be
perfectly synchronized, or...

Right, then.

Let's try to break in,
George.

What if
there were two thieves,

both with keys?

The loan clerk
keeps the alarm key.

He could have copied
the other one.

Yes, but they both would have
needed access to the safe.

They could have hired
a safecracker.

Or Mr. Mortimer is in on it.

But that begs
the same question...

Why not simply walk out of
the bank with the plates?

Why baby day?

Wednesday boys!

Oi, Owlerton!

Bloody brilliant!

I brought some mates.
Do we pay you before or after?

Pay now.

- Jackson!
- Sir?

The game's about to start
in a few minutes.

Get ready to man your station,
Slugger.

Yes, sir.

Right, lads. Follow me.
Oh, and get your cash out.

Come on, Wednesday!

Jackson,
here are the codes.

"C" stands for "Crawshaw,"
"D" for "Davis" and so on.

"2" means the word "to,"
unless it means the number 2.

Wait, what?

Don't worry, Jackson.
Context is everything.

Just try to
bring the game to life.

Remember, hearing is seeing.

This is a fan sheet
for the team.

Basic information
on all the players.

Oi, it's past kickoff.

Come on, Jackson.
Chop, chop.

"KO"?

KO.
Kickoff, man.

Right, uh,
kickoff for Sheffield.

The Wednesday.
The Wednesday.

The Wednesday.

Crawshaw 2...

- Is that the number or the word?
- Oh, for God's sake, Jackson.

- Bloody hell.
- Let me try.

Crawshaw.
Crawshaw passes to Spiksley.

Spiksley moving forward now.

That's very good, Crabtree.

Okay, I can do this.
I... I can do this better.

Crawshaw...

George!

He's with the inspector, sir.

Henry, have a look at this.

If the teller

had stepped out
to speak to these two mothers,

she would be standing here,
facing toward the front door.

If you say so, sir.

Yes.

Bring them in, Henry.
All three of them.

Right away.

Crawshaw to Davis.

Intercepted.

Poor foot control has plagued
Davis ever since last year

when he broke his ankle in
a grudge match against Leeds.

Dirty Leeds.

The Wednesday
reclaims possession.

Ruddlesdin holding.

Holding...

To Wilson.

Back to Ruddlesdin.

Header to Davis.

Scores.

Hello, Henry.

The detective
will be a few minutes.

He's interviewing the mothers.

I recognize you.

It's Roland, isn't it?

I don't know
how you tell them apart.

They all look the same to me.

What is going on in there?

Sheffield Wednesday supporters.
They're listening to the game.

And bouncing.

They're bouncing!

You were in the teller's cage

when a woman
demanded to speak with you.

That was me.

So you exited the teller's cage
and spoke to these two women.

Yes.

Then please explain

how you came to be facing
the other way,

toward the teller cage door?

The man.
At the door.

Yes, there was a man
at the door, peering through

as if he couldn't get in.

This was before the alarm?

Yes.

So I went to the door,

but by the time I got there,
he'd left.

So I came back.

That's how I ended up
facing the other way.

Penalty kick for Watson.

And Watson scores
for West Bromwich Albion.

The score is now 1-1.

Bollocks!

The referee should have
never given that penalty.

There you have it, Jackson.

Sheffield asked the question,

and it has been
soundly answered.

The match has drawn even.

It doesn't say all that,
George.

I'm trying to
bring it to life, Jackson.

I'm trying to add a bit of color
to the commentary.

They claim to remember a man

trying to get into the bank
before the alarm sounded.

What's wrong with that?

Why was he unable
to get into the bank?

The alarm hadn't gone off.

The doors
would have been unlocked.

Unless the alarm had gone off.

But you would have heard it,
surely.

Not if it was drowned out.

Now, where were...

This has been happening
all morning.

Each one sets
the other off, I suppose.

Henry, where's that whistle
that George found at the bank?

It doesn't work.

I know how they did it.

I don't hear a thing!

Good God!

It sounds like a high-pitched
fingernails on a blackboard.

I'd bloody cry myself
if I heard that.

But how could the babies
hear the whistle if we can't?

Hendrik Zwaardemaker,
a Dutch scientist,

discovered a few years ago
that babies and children

can hear much higher frequencies
than adults.

So the thief blew the whistle

just as he was about to
enter the vault.

The alarm sounded,

but it was drowned out
by crying babies.

He then opened the alarm box
and inserted a slip of paper

between the contacts,
silencing the alarm.

Then he cracked the safe
and removed the plates.

And then removed
the slip of paper,

setting the alarm off
once again.

Then he bolted up
the main staircase

just before
you turned the corner.

Why not leave the piece of
paper between the contacts

and then bolt out of the bank?

Because the doors were still
locked from the first alarm.

He wouldn't
have been able to leave

and wouldn't have been able
to account for his whereabouts

during the window
of opportunity.

Inspector!

Instead he was in the lobby
15 seconds later

when the alarm went off.

The second half
is just about to start.

So how do we catch the bugger?

Well,
if he went up the stairs,

then he would have had to
have run into...

...the furniture mover.

Did you see anyone
come up the stairs

after the alarm went off?

Uh, the manager.

Before that, immediately after
the alarm went off.

Uh, no.

Well, that's odd.

Because the thief had to
come up the stairs

after the alarm sounded.

And since
you didn't see the thief,

the thief must be you.

What?

As I recall,
you were out of breath.

Of course I was.
I was delivering chairs.

I do a dozen of these deliveries
every day.

You think just because
I'm delivering to a bank

that I'm suddenly
gonna up and rob it?

Who ordered the chairs?

Head office, of course.

It's their new
"customer is king" policy.

The chairs
are for our clients.

I see.

This is
another fake memorandum.

Do you think this is the work
of the furniture mover?

If so, why this?

Why not
simply walk into the bank,

blow the whistle,
steal the plates?

Why bring in a chair?

I... I don't know.

To smuggle the plates?

But then the chairs
are still here.

Unless...

A Trojan horse.

Where's the other chair?

It's in
the loan clerk's office.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

They're here.
You've found them!

I-I've got to call Mr. Bruce.

I have to put them in the safe!

No.
We should leave them.

What?!

Who else had access to
this office during the robbery?

No one.

I locked the door
after the alarm went off.

But there was someone
in this office.

Mr. Braxton.
He was here about a loan.

But it couldn't have been him.

He was sitting in the office
when the alarm went off.

Wilson to Ruddlesdin.

Ruddlesdin back to Wilson.

Wilson driving forward.

Score!

Wilson said he wanted to send

a message to the fans
last month.

I guess he had a different
message for West Brom.

Either way,
I think it's safe to say

message sent,
message received.

2-1 for the Sheffield Wednesday

with a mere 10 minutes
left on the clock.

West Brom with the kickoff.

Painter to Havelock.

Holds it.

We're a goal ahead with
about 10 minutes remaining.

Can't this wait?

Sir, we've recovered
the plates,

and I believe I know
who the thief is.

Really?

- So who is it?!
- Nigel Braxton.

The little Yorkie?

But he's bouncing away
in my office.

Sir, I believe
he stashed the plates

inside of a chair
in the loan clerk's office.

The only person who could have
done that is Nigel Braxton.

But you said he was in the
office when the alarm went off.

The thief
placed a piece of ice

between the contacts
inside of the alarm.

That's why we found water
on the floor inside the vault.

I thought
water conducts electricity.

Well, the dissolved minerals
in water conduct,

but distilled water
is an insulator.

So when the ice melts...

The contacts touch
and the alarm sounds.

But by then,

Braxton was safely
in the loan clerk's office.

When the alarm sounded,

I believe Braxton
used the distraction

to transfer the plates
from his bag

to the secret compartment
of the chair.

Now, if I'm not mistaken,

Mr. Braxton will be returning
to the bank

to retrieve those plates soon.

Not if I have anything
to say about it.

Sir.
We need to catch him red-handed.

Give no indication
that you know.

I'll be keeping an eye on him
all the same.

To Ruddlesdin.

Ahead to Davis.

He's got room.

The little bugger's gone.

He must have
slipped out the side door.

Do you think he's onto us?

That or he's returned to the
bank to retrieve the plates now.

We need to make a move, Murdoch.
Let's get to the armory.

- I'll get George.
- No, no. Leave him be.

The boy's a natural.

And the lads
have paid good money.

Goal!

Go and tell him to stop looking
at the bloody peephole, Murdoch.

Thank you for seeing me.

Too late.

I need to see the loan clerk.

I'm afraid he's busy
at the moment.

Uh, it'll just take a second.

I just have to ask him
a very quick question.

Thank you.

Oh, okay.

Excuse me, Mr. Braxton.

Not a problem.
Take your time.

Gotcha.

I'm sorry. I've just realized
I have to be somewhere.

Where would that be,
Mr. Braxton?

Let's have a look
in that satchel, shall we?

Let him go!

Sorry, gentlemen.

Another day perhaps?

You made me miss
the end of the match.

I've half a mind
to shoot you on principle.

I'm afraid you're outgunned,
Mrs. Perly.

Let us leave,
or I'll blow her head off.

Take the pram
and back out slowly.

- Nigel, get behind me.
- Thanks, angel.

While I'm at it, why don't
I flag us down a motorcar?

Make it a fast one.

Come on!

Please wait!
Excuse me ladies, sorry.

One minute, please, sir.

Got to...
Get out of the bloody car! Now!

Mrs. Perly,
put down the gun.

It's not too late.
No one's been hurt.

Come on, angel!
Time's a-wasting!

Bye-bye.

No!

I didn't take you
for a patriot, Inspector.

Patriot?

Your tattoo, sir.
1867.

The birth of Canada.

Sod Canada.

1867 is the birth
of the Wednesday...

Sheffield Wednesday
Football Club.

My uncle was one of
the founding committee members.

Bloody hell.
I forgot to ask about the game.

We broke even, sir.

May have even turned
a bit of a profit.

I meant the score, Crabtree.

The end score...
3-1 for the Sheffield Wednesday.

Champions of England.
I should be happier.

Well, sir, you have been shot,

two people are dead,
and a child has been orphaned.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm gonna get another drink.

What will happen to him?

A woman from the local orphanage
will be by to take him

until we can find
his next of kin.

- I believe she's here now, sir.
- Oh, right.

- Please let her in, George.
- I will do.

By the way, sir, we received
a telegram from Scotland Yard.

Apparently Nigel Braxton
is wanted in England

for a whole slew
of bank robberies.

- And Mrs. Perly?
- That's her maiden name.

Originally hails
from Stratford, Ontario.

- Next of kin?
- None, sir.

Neither of them?

I want to adopt him.

What? Julia!

He's an orphan, William.
He has no other home.

Y-Yes, but we don't know
anything about him.

All we do know is he's the
progeny of two bank robbers.

William, criminality
is not heritable.

You yourself are hardly
your father's son.

No.

He took a shine to me,
William.

I think in some way
this might be meant to be.

You've always wanted children.

Yes, but not this way.

Then how?

I'm from
the Hamley House for Orphans.

Yes. Thank you for coming
on such short notice.

Detective William Murdoch.
My wife, Julia Ogden.

- Will he be adopted?
- We'll do our best, ma'am.

He doesn't seem
to want to go.

I'll take him.

- Actually, I...
- William.

I would...

We would like to adopt him.

We've discussed it, and I
believe we are in agreement.

It's most unusual.

- Are you certain?
- We are.

W-We are.

Then I'll drop off the papers.

Good day.

What have we done?

Hopefully the right thing.