All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E16 - Bloody Hell [1080p]

Just a bit higher, Jake.

Jake!

- What happened?
- Hold on, Jake.

Oh. Oh, God.

Oh.
Oh, boy.

Come on, Jake.

Hey, hey. Hey.
Careful.

It's all right.
I know what I'm doing.

Are you some kind of nurse?

- A doctor in training.
- How deep is it?

I don't know. I-I think
it's obstructing his windpipe.

Hold still, Jake.

- Oh. Oh, no.
- Oh, no!

Please, no.

What have you done?!

Oh, no.
Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Give me something
to staunch the blood!

Here.
Come on.

Hold on.
Come on.

I can't stop it!

No.
Jake!

Handcuffs are hardly necessary!

I am not a common criminal!

You can't do this.
You've got no right.

What's going on, Crabtree?

Sir, we received a call
from a woman

who says she'd found
her silver tea set

in Mr. Crawford's pawnshop.

Her stolen tea set, sir.

Of course it was stolen,
Higgins.

We don't arrest people
for selling a tea set.

What have you got
to say for yourself, Eddie?

My shop's in Station Five's
jurisdiction, Tom.

It's Inspector Brackenreid
to you.

Oh, and, by the way,
any Toronto constable

can arrest any thieving bugger
anywhere in the city of Toronto.

Well, I'm not paying twice,
is all I can say.

Paying twice?
Paying who? For what?

Nothing.
Never mind.

Higgins, find Murdoch.

Crabtree, take him
to the interview room.

Sir.

Look, I didn't know
it was stolen.

She can have her tea set back.

Of course she can have it back.

I'm not interested
in bloody tea sets.

I want to know what you meant.

About what?

About "paying twice."

Uh... it was just a slip
of the tongue, Tom.

Who were you paying?

Someone from Station House Five?

You were in possession
of stolen merchandise, correct?

As I said before,
I didn't know it was stolen.

Right, Murdoch.

I think it's time
we made a complete inventory

- of Mr. Crawford's pawnshop.
- Right.

O-Okay, look...

I shouldn't be telling you this.

I mean, it could get me
into a lot of trouble.

You were making payments
to Station House Number Five.

- To whom?
- I don't know.

Don't play silly buggers, Eddie.

I don't.

I put the money in a hollow
brick at the back of my store,

and some constable
from Station Five takes it.

We need a name.

The only name I know for sure

is of the fellow who started
collecting back in June '89.

Who was it?

Jeffrey Davis.

Chief Constable Davis?

He was a constable back then.

I knew the man was dirty.

That was 14 years ago.

If Davis was taking money then,
he's taking more now.

We have to take this to the
mayor and the Board of Control.

Sir, we are talking about
the chief constable here.

If we're going to go after him,
we have to make it stick,

or we'll both be out of a job.

I'm willing to do it if you are.

The glass shard
must have pierced the aorta.

Was the blood under pressure?

No, it was just... relentless.

It's possible it may have
punctured the vena cava.

You mean if I hadn't removed
the shard, he could have lived?

Its removal
may have hastened blood loss...

but probably
wouldn't have prevented it.

You made a judgment call,
as all doctors do.

You mustn't blame yourself.

It was two months
after I opened my store.

Davis claimed
I was fencing stolen goods.

- Were you?
- Do you want my help or not?

So you made a deal?

$5 a month to leave me alone.

It's $15 now.

Well, it's the cost
of doing business.

What's this?

That's your statement.

Read it over and sign it.

I'm not signing this.

You want to take on Davis,
do it without me.

Sign it or go to jail.

Well, then lock me up.

You think I'm more scared of you
than I am of Davis?

Do you know what he did
once when I missed a payment?

Bugger stripped me naked

and kept me in a freezing
jail cell for two days.

God only knows what he would do
if he found out I ratted on him.

Right, then.

It's off to the cells with you.

Sir, wait.

Even if he does sign it,
to go to the Board of Control,

we need more than just the
testimony of a known criminal.

- Hey!
- We require more evidence,

and in order to get that,
we'll need his cooperation.

I'll tell you everything
you want to know, all right?

I'm just not putting my head
on the block

next to yours and
whoever else you drag into this.

Chief Constable Davis isn't
going to jeopardize his position

for $15 a month.

You don't think
Davis is behind all this?

What I'm saying is,
if Davis is involved in this,

others must be paying, also.

So, how do we find them?

I've asked George
to go to the police archives.

Sirs. The arrest records
from 1890 to the present.

Thank you, George.

What did you want them for, sir?

Never your bloody mind.
Get back to work.

Don't look at me like that.
Crawford's right.

If they get involved in this,

it's their necks on the line,
as well.

So, what do you want
with all this?

I'm only interested in the ones
from Station House Number Five.

We're looking for businesses
targeted with several arrests

followed
by a period of inactivity.

The end of arrests would mean
the start of making payments.

Exactly.

I'll make a list of the
businesses I believe are paying.

And I'll pay them all a visit.

Murdoch.

They were all making payments

the first Tuesday
of every month.

That's today.

I made it clear to them

they were
to continue making the payments.

- That's good thinking.
- Later, Worsley.

So, what now?

We wait for the constable
from Station House Number Five

to collect,
and we follow wherever he leads.

How do we prove
where the money came from?

I can't see a bloody thing.

Exactly.

But under
the ultraviolet light...

You're to use these bills
to make the payment.

- Why these bills?
- Just do it.

You're making my payment for me?

Don't get excited, Eddie.

We're not making
a habit of this.

I'll follow him.
You take the call box.

Why are you following me?

Inspector.

I saw you making your pickups.

I saw you drop the money
in the call box.

I want to know who it's for.

I just put it in the call box
at the end of my shift.

I don't know
where it goes from there.

You're lying.

There's $160 in the pouch.

It should be $165.

5 bucks is my cut.

Look, Constable...

you're standing
at a fork in the road here.

If you want to come out of this
with your world intact,

you best start talking.

Well?!

I once saw Constable Shriver
take the money

and leave it
under a bench at Allan Gardens.

Later, a man sat on the bench,
then left with it.

Who was the man?

If he heard I snitched,
that'd be the end for me.

Tell us who it was,

and we'll make sure
he goes to jail, not you.

It was Chief Constable Davis.

I'll keep an eye
on the call box.

You go to Allan Gardens.

Whoever picks this up, I'll
follow him and meet you there.

Take this one to
Station House Four on your way.

This way, Constable.

Oh, you're going the wrong way.

Bollocks.
What is she doing?

Just put it back.

Put it back.

Bloody hell.

Oil
You in the mink!

Drop it!

Davis.

Inspector Brackenreid.

You are under arrest
for the possession

of the proceeds of racketeering.

What's ar
appening?

Get Murdoch.
He's at Allan Gardens.

What are they doing?!
What is it?

Si...

Good morning, Rebecca.

You feeling any better?

I've been doing some thinking,
and...

They brought him in
last night...

after you left.

I think you should conduct
the postmortem.

No.
No, I can't.

I'm responsible for his death.

If you are,
you need to find out how

and learn from your mistakes
so as not to repeat them.

I don't think I have it in me
to be a doctor.

Nothing I've seen in you
leads me to believe that.

But if you're uncertain,
this is how you find out.

I can't.

A true doctor
needs to make decisions

and live by those decisions and
never shy away from the truth.

I'm sorry.

Did you really feel it necessary

to parade me in handcuffs
in front of my own men?

In my own station house?

I don't see this
as being your station house

for much longer, Inspector.

Chief Crown Attorney Gordon.

I got your message.

It's as we feared.

Inspector Brackenreid
picked up the money.

Do you have
anything to say for yourself?

I'd rather hear
what you two have to say.

Very well.

As you know, two weeks ago,

we uncovered a racketeering ring
run by Constable Peakes.

From Station House Number Five.

Your old station.

Peakes is dead,
but Chief Constable Davis

felt it was important
to investigate

to determine the extent
of the corruption.

Oh, did you, now?

We discovered
several illegal businesses

were making secret payments.

We know that Peakes
ran the operation,

but we wanted to find out who,
if anyone,

had stepped into his place.

We heard rumors you'd been
going to these businesses

demanding that they continue
to make payments.

You have the right to
silence, of course, Inspector,

but given your position

and tenure
with the Toronto Constabulary,

we were rather hoping
you could explain yourself.

I was conducting
my own investigation

into corruption
at Station House Five.

Really?

By yourself?

Given the target,
I thought it was wise.

Who was the target?

Chief Constable Davis.

Sir.

What's going on here?

Inspector Brackenreid
has been found in possession

of the proceeds of corruption.

He claims in his defense
that he was investigating me.

Can you vouch for this, Murdoch?

Yes.
We both were.

Of course he would say that.

Inspector Brackenreid
is his close friend.

He may even be in on the scheme.

I doubt very much
if Murdoch is on the take.

His wife has more money
than he'll ever earn.

All the more reason.

Can you supply
corroborating evidence

of anyone else
other than your colleague?

Eddie Crawford.

The pawnbroker?

Crawford's payments
were marked with a ink

that's visible
only under ultraviolet light.

Why would we do that
unless it was our intention

to prove
where that money came from?

You make a good point.

If the money is marked,
I'll accept your story.

What am I supposed
to be seeing here?

I don't understand.

I do.

Eddie switched the bills.

It was a setup from the word go.

Have you any other evidence
to support your claim?

Constable Jenson was responsible
for the pickups.

He's in our cells.

Take him to the interview room.

Sir, I believe Constable Jenson
may speak more freely

if Chief Constable Davis
isn't in the room at the time.

Why is that?

Because he told us that the
intended recipient of the money

was Chief Constable Davis.

This is some kind of ploy.

I'll be the judge of that.

I never said
the money was going to Davis.

What did you say?

I told him as far as I knew
the money went to Peakes.

But Peakes is dead.

I know.

I-I said I don't know
who gets the money now.

Maybe no one.

That's when his eyes lit up.

Get me Eddie Crawford.

Yeah, I told them
I was making payments,

but I never said nothing
about Davis.

What about
this marked money they gave you?

They never gave me any money.

- You lying bastard!
- Sir, sir, sir!

Worsley!

Get him out of here.

You just earned yourself
a trip to the cells.

- Murdoch, will you escort...
- I know my own way!

Sir, Chief Constable Davis
is behind this.

When he found out
that Inspector Brackenreid

was onto his corruption,

he conspired with Eddie Crawford
and Constable Jenson

to turn the tables on him.

So far
the only evidence put forth

suggests
that Inspector Brackenreid

attempted to insert himself
into a racketeering ring

for personal profit
and nothing else.

Like you, I am a man
of evidence, Detective.

Davis knew
that we knew he was corrupt.

He must have figured
that we would eventually

uncover the truth.

He used
our own ambition against us.

All these years,
I thought Davis was thick.

Turns out
the man's a bloody genius.

Sir, our situation is a product
of our own stupidity,

not his brilliance.

In hindsight, it should have
struck us as suspicious

that two men would independently
point to Davis.

As soon as Shriver went downtown
instead of Allan Gardens,

I should have smelled a rat.

I wanted to believe.
That was my mistake.

Sir, how did you come
to be holding that money?

A woman in mink
took it out of the bin.

She dropped it as I gave chase.

And I was just about to put it
back when they collared me.

The onus will be
on the prosecution

to prove
beyond a reasonable doubt.

It's not about
putting me in jail, Murdoch.

It's about shutting me up.
I'll lose my job.

I'll lose my pension.

Oh, God.

Margaret will be
in the poorhouse.

Surely there's a chink
in this elaborate scheme.

It's not that elaborate, Julia.

It simply requires the testimony

of two men
who are sticking to a lie.

What about the woman?

If she hadn't have taken
the money out of the trash,

the inspector would never
have put his hands on it.

She must be part of the plot.

Even if I were able
to locate her, Julia,

I fear that she would
simply fold her story in

- with the others.
- I don't know.

The constable and the pawnbroker
were both part of Davis' scheme.

The mystery woman,
she just ran off into the night.

Davis may not have intended
for her to be found.

Doesn't seem fair, does it?

To lose your job, your pension.

To be sent to a prison
with a bunch of convicts

you helped put away.

I hear
they don't take kindly to that.

Come here to rub it in,
have you?

I'm not here to gloat, Tom.

I don't want
to see you destroyed

over a momentary lapse
of judgment.

My only lapse of judgment
was underestimating you.

Yes.
But you did.

And here we are, me standing
here and you sitting there.

What is it you want, Davis?

I've come with an offer.

An offer?

A position
has opened up at City Records.

It's not police work,
and it won't pay much.

But you'll keep your pension
and stay out of jail.

And what do you get?

Peace of mind...

knowing that the constables at
Station Five won't be harassed,

that police manpower

won't be wasted
on fruitless investigations.

You want me to call off Murdoch.

I want you to understand

that this salvation I've
arranged for you is contingent.

Sir, this is blackmail.

We can't just give in.

This is my life
we're taking about, Murdoch.

I may not be a copper anymore,

but at least my family
won't end up in the poorhouse.

Sir, if you'd just give me
a bit more time.

- I can prove that...
- I've already submitted

my resignation.

It's done.
It's over.

Good morning, Detective.

Tom, Mr. Dilbert in City Records
is expecting you.

I'll be there shortly.

I've just got
to get this lot home first.

Your badge, Tom.

Good luck.

Sir, I still think...

Stand down, Murdoch.
That's an order.

My final order.

Get back to work.

Hello.
I'm looking for Mr. Dilbert.

I'm Dilton Dilbert.
Can I help you?

- I'm Thomas Brackenreid.
- You're late.

I came as soon as I was able.

I am not interested
in what you are able to do.

I care only what you do.

This is your key.

Don't lose it.

We open our doors at 8:30 sharp.

Be here five minutes prior.

Lunch is at 12:00.
We close for an hour.

Be back here five minutes prior.

We adhere strictly to the
standards of civic comportment.

In dealing with the public,
your tone of voice

will at all times be
even and articulated.

Cusswords of any sort

will be subject
to an immediate fine of 5 cents.

- 5 cents?
- Per expletive.

A string of colorful invective

will prove quite costly,
I assure you.

- So, what do I do?
- Hm.

You will be replacing
Miss Samantha Shier

and Mr. Kenneth Page
in indexing.

Hello.
Goodbye.

We're in the process
of converting

to a new filing system.

Essentially, we're combining the
accessibility of a bound volume

with the mutability
of an open file system.

Every piece of paper in every
file folder is to be punched

and placed in a two-hole binder
in concordance with the index.

How many file folders are there?

Well, see for yourself.

Bloody hell.

- That will be 10 cents.
- How much?

Per expletive.

Detective Murdoch.

Just wanted to let you know,
I'll be overseeing Station Four

until a replacement for the
former inspector can be found.

In fact, I'd encourage you
to apply for the position.

Me?

You seem surprised.

Given my complicity in
attempting to prove that you...

I appreciate your loyalty
to your friend, Detective.

I don't hold grudges.

As long as it is understood
that this whole affair is...

water under the bridge.

It is understood?

This is your template.

Lay it over the edge
of the document

and mark the holes like so.

Remember that these are
original documents,

so accuracy is... essential.

All right.
I'll give it a go.

I don't want you
to give it a go.

I need you to understand that
what we are undertaking here

is nothing less
than revolutionary.

If you say so.

What binder is that?

"Office Machinery Acquisitions."
Typewriters.

Now, so, let's say
your typewriter breaks down.

You need to find out
if it's still under warranty.

Where did you last work?

Police Station House
Number Four.

Well, search in the index
for Police Station Number Four.

Find the volume number
and tab color.

Go to the volume, find the tab.

Compare the lot numbers, and you
have your date of acquisition.

That's very impressive.

Cross-indexing is the key.

What do you think
of tab color versus number?

Color.
You can see it at a glance.

That was my innovation.

Should we have a drink?

Well, get started.

Let me know
if you have any questions.

Miss James.

Are you all right?

Oh, don't mind me.

I'm just...
I've had an upset, is all.

Well, if misery loves company,
you have plenty of it right now.

I heard about the inspector.

The detective says
we'll prove him innocent.

I don't know if we will,
but as my Aunt Marigold says,

"If you don't try,

you'll never know where trying
may have taken you."

Ah. George.

Come with me, please.

Take care, Miss James.

Sir, what exactly
are we looking for?

The woman who took the money
out of the trash can.

I can't imagine
she'll still be here, sir.

No.

But the impressions
she left behind might still be.

Think about it, George.

If the woman had simply removed
the money from the trash bin,

the inspector
would have known right away

that she was part of the scheme.

Right.

To seem inconspicuous,

she probably threw out
a piece of trash herself.

Exactly. And if we can identify
what that item is,

we may learn
something about her.

Well, good.
It's all still here.

Yes, but, sir,
how can we possibly know

which piece of trash is hers?

It happened after 8:30 p.m.

Now, I need you
to remove all of these items

and take them
back to the station house,

paying very careful attention
to the order

in which all the items
were placed in the bin.

- Oh, and, George...
- Sir?

...Chief Constable Davis
can know nothing of this.

- Understood, sir.
- Thank you.

This is pointless.

Henry, this might be the only
way to exonerate the inspector.

It's also a good exercise
in the logic of detecting.

For example, we know that this
paper is this morning's edition.

So it was obviously discarded
after the woman left.

So we know it's not that.

Also, this wrapper
is from a sausage vendor

who I know finishes
at 6:00 in the evening.

So unless she was eating
a sausage for two hours,

it can't be that either.

Now, that leaves us
with these four items...

A broken cup-and-ball toy,
a glove,

an old sandwich, and
a balled-up piece of newspaper.

Detective.

Uh, Chief Constable.

The detective
is not in right now.

What is all this?

All this what?

This garbage.

[ Scoffs I
Garbage?

Don't tell my nephew that.
This is his favorite toy.

I told I would fix it for him.

Yes, and I was just, uh...

- enjoying my lunch.
- Yeah.

Fix your toys on your own time.

Yes, sir.
Of course.

Good job, Henry.

Wait! Higgins!

- That's evidence.
- Gah!

Welcome back, Miss James.

Have you made a determination?

Nothing definitive.

But the shard of glass
completely missed the vena cava.

- What about the aorta?
- Not even close.

Then what caused the hemorrhage?

I don't know yet.

I'm still looking.

Take as much time as you need.

There's something fishy about
the telegraph machine file.

Fishy?

Not quite right.

There's a purchase order
for a telegraph machine

purchased for Police Station
House Number Four last August.

So?

We never received
a new telegraph machine.

Well, that is a content issue.

If there is a discrepancy, that
is the purview of accounting.

We're not here
to read the files.

We're here to file the files.

Sir.

We've determined
these are the only items

that could have been discarded
in the time period in question.

A child's toy... unlikely.

As is a torn man's glove.

Sandwich... a possibility.

I can't imagine
she'll still be here, sir.

No.

But the impressions
she left behind might still be.

She was reading the newspaper
while she was waiting.

It's the evening edition.

Hot off the presses at 8:00,
Sir.

She likely bought it
from the newsboy at the corner.

Well done!

Yeah, I remember a woman
who wore something like that.

What else
can you tell us about her?

Was she young?
Od?

- Was she attractive?
- Oh, no.

She was very ugly.

She wore a lot
of rouge and powder.

Didn't really seem to help.

And she had an accent.

What kind of accent?

I don't know.
Never heard it before.

Was it Italiana?

- Did she talk like this?
- No.

Then maybe she was Swedish?

Not that.

[ Hungarian accent I
Possibly Hungarian, then?

- She sound like th...
- George.

- That's it.
- Really?

She was Hungarian?

If that's what Hungarians
sound like.

That's exactly what Hungarians
sound like.

Uh, anything else?

She had scars on her wrists.

Almost like
she tried to do herself in.

What is all this?

It doesn't just end
with Station House Number Four.

Every police station in Toronto

is listed as receiving
equipment they never got.

- How do you know?
- I telephoned them.

On city time?

My lunchtime.

Look, I understand.

You used to be a policeman.

You see a problem,
you want to blow your whistle.

But it is not our job
to blow whistles.

If we don't, who will?

We don't just work
for city records.

We work for the city of Toronto.

- I will look into it.
- How?

I don't know, but there must be
a procedure to follow,

and I will follow it.

Thank you.

- A Hungarian woman?
- Yes.

She may have attempted suicide.

The newsboy
saw scars on her wrists.

Sir, perhaps she tried to kill
herself because she was ugly.

I mean, she tried wearing
powders and rouge to cover up,

- but it didn't work, and...
- George.

It's just a theory, sir,

but consistent with the facts
as reported.

I thought that maybe
if she had attempted suicide,

she may have been committed
to the asylum for a period.

The fact that she's Hungarian
narrows the search considerably.

I'll look into it.

Inspector.

I was told
I might find you here.

What is it?

I think I've found a way
to nail Davis.

The fraudulent acquisitions

were all made
after October of last year.

When Inspector Davis
became chief constable.

That can't be a coincidence.

Bloody hell.

Mr. Dilbert, are you all right?

Who are you?

I'm Detective Murdoch
of Station House Number Four.

I work with the inspector.

I don't know what happened.

I was... I was compiling the
evidence from city acquisitions,

and I-I heard a noise
from behind me.

- That's all I remember.
- Evidence?

Yes. I'd reported the fraud
to the Board of Control.

They said to compile
any evidence I could find,

so I did, and...

It's gone.

Someone's taken it.
All of it.

Mr. Dilbert, did you tell
anyone else about this evidence?

Of course not.
I adhered strictly to procedure.

It must be the Board of Control
that's behind this.

Or elements thereof.

This is a lot bigger than Davis.

Mr. Dilbert, would you be
willing to help us bring down

the people who did this to you?

Damn right.

Swear jar.

So, Alderman Hubbard,
what do you make of all this?

I'm not surprised.

I used to be
on the Board of Control.

There are two men on the board
I've long suspected of graft,

but their support
runs deep into City Council.

Do you think
the mayor could be involved?

No.
Almost certainly not.

But I can't go to the mayor
with only suspicions.

Well, how is this for evidence?

Insufficient, given
the magnitude of the accusation.

What about
Chief Constable Davis?

Oh, he's involved in this,
all right,

but until we can prove
there is a this,

we're still no further ahead.

Unless...

What about the woman
he hired to set me up?

Right. Julia,
did you find out anything?

Yes. There was a Hungarian
admitted to the asylum

after a suicide attempt
two years ago.

Did she cut her wrists?

No.
He cut his wrists.

- He?
- Oh.

Oh, but...

the newsboy did said that she
was rather unattractive.

If we could get this person
to cooperate,

perhaps we could strike
some kind of deal with Davis

in exchange for testimony.

A bloody deal?

No chance.
Bollocks to that.

After what he's bloody done,

he's going
straight to bloody jail.

And, no, you're not getting
another sodding nickel.

Sir, there's a lot more
at stake here

than just Chief Constable Davis.

- What's the patient's name?
- Vidor Szabdo.

Do you have an address?

I do.

Police.

- Remember me?
- No.

Why would I?

We had a brief encounter
a short while back.

You dropped a leather pouch
full of money.

- I picked it up.
- No.

I was never there.

- Where?
- Where you were.

Sir.

Is this the mink stole
she was wearing?

Yeah, that's it.

Odd... a woman's mink stole
in the room of a bachelor.

I dress up occasionally

at certain events
that cater to like-minded sorts.

Then, a couple of weeks back, we
were raided by the Constabulary.

I thought my life was over.

Instead, I got a visit.

From Chief Constable Davis.

All charges were dropped
in exchange for a favor.

If you wore the dress and
pretended to steal the money.

Have us look for a woman
instead of a man.

Davis continues to impress me.

I'll tell you what.

We'll make our own deal...

Your freedom
for your signed confession.

No.

I am not going up
against that man.

He would kill me.

Good Lord.
Rebecca.

When did you get in?

I haven't left.

You've been here all night?

I had to know.

I wouldn't have slept otherwise.

And have you an answer?

I have.

The deceased
had an aortic aneurysm

causing a massive hemorrhage.

That's why he fell
from the ladder.

When I turned him over,
his lungs collapsed,

and then the blood
that had pooled in his abdomen

entered his chest cavity.

Then you removed the shard,

allowing the blood
to flow out of his body.

It neither hastened
nor retarded his death.

You're absolved.

Yes.

You know,
you didn't need absolution.

Yes, but it feels good
to know I have it all the same.

How difficult is it
to find a man's address, George?

Sir, I've tried.

But he has one
of those Hungarian names

that are tricky to spell.

This is how you spell it.

S-zed?

Sir, how could I possibly know
they would throw a zed in it?

What is this all about?

Uh, s-sir, we're trying

to locate a suspect
involved in a...

- A robbery on Albert Street.
- That's right.

Which we should getting back to.

Yes.

So...

You're leaving town.

I'll pay your way.

I don't want to leave.

I don't care what you want.

You're leaving... now.

I dressed up.

I took the money
from the trash bin.

You said that would be it.

We had an agreement!

Stop blubbering
and start packing.

I have a carriage waiting.

- Stop your blubbering.
- I've heard enough.

Chief Constable Davis,
you're under arrest.

- We heard everything.
- Really?

I didn't say anything.

- Did you say anything?
- No.

I'm afraid
it's your word against ours.

And our deal is off.

Looks like you'll be going
to jail after all.

You've forgotten
who I work with.

I dressed up.

I took the money
from the trash bin.

You said that would be it.

We had an agreement!

Stop blubbering
and start packing.

I have a carriage waiting.

Stop your blubbering.

Well played, Tom.

It's "Inspector" to you.

They've rescinded
my resignation.

Congratulations.

Of course, it's
not looking so good for you.

Fraud.
Racketeering.

- Assault.
- What do you want?

A full confession, including
your assault on Mr. Dilbert

and your collusion
with the Board of Control.

I can't give you the Board.

Your choice.

You can have a job
and keep your pension,

or you can do 5 to 10

in the company
of men you've sent to prison.

They don't take kindly to that,
I hear.

What's the job?

It just so happens there's
an opening in City Records.

Welcome back.

- Sir, welcome back.
- Ah.

It's good to be back.
Thank you, Crabtree.

Your office awaits, sir,
but first...

Alderman Hubbard.

I apologize for intruding
on your homecoming.

I just came by to thank you

for helping me clean up
the Board of Control.

I was just doing my job.

- I know it involved a sacrifice.
- That's all right.

Davis got what's coming to him.

How about a drink?

Absolutely.

Every piece of paper
in every file folder

is to be punched
and placed in a two-hole binder

in concordance with the index.

And how many file folders
are there?

Well, you can see for yourself.

Bloody hell.

That will be 10 cents.

How much?

Per expletive.