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I'm Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Joshua Jones.

You said your son
saw the incident?

He said he saw something.

I'm not sure
if it's real or not.

He's not right in the head.

What's your name, son?

He doesn't talk much.
Except for nonsense.

Tell me what you saw.

I saw the angel of death.

On horseback.

He ran the man through.

With a lance.

Now, Ezekiel...

You saw an angel on horseback?

He had wings.

That's why I knew
he was an angel.

What did I tell you?

- It's nothing but nonsense.
- It's the truth.

Higgins, make a move.

There you go.

- What are you doing?
- Making a move.

Yes, but a knight
doesn't move like that, Higgins.

I've told you a million times.

Two spaces in any direction
and one left or right,

or one space in any direction
and two left or right.

Honestly, does this go in
one ear and come out the other?

Fine.
But that's stupid.

Well, that's the rules.

Morning, gentlemen.

- Ah, the art of war.
- Do you play, sir?

I did, but I was
never very good.

Really, sir?
A man of your intelligence?

Plenty bright enough, Crabtree.
Just too bloody impatient.

Now get to work,
the pair of you.

Does that mean we can
stop playing, then?

Sure.

Checkmate.

Well, the boy may have
spoken nonsense in the past,

but this is the truth.

The victim was run through
with a lance.

I would think this to be
a first, even for you two.

I think you might be right.

Perhaps this may help.

These were
in his jacket pocket.

What are they?

I don't know.
I haven't looked through them.

Looks to be Russian.

So a Russian man

was killed by a winged angel
of death in a field in Markham?

So it would seem.

And there was one more thing.

This was found
in the folds of his clothes.

Thank you.

You've certainly been drinking
a lot of that.

It just eases my stomach.

Just move
one of those little fellows.

Yeah, perfect.
Thank you, Higgins.

- Detective Watts.
- Yes.

Given your facility
with language,

I was hoping you might
assist me with this.

- Of course.
- That must be some sort of code.

- Well, it's Russian.
- Russian?

You can tell
by the Cyrillic alphabet.

Of course you can.

They appear to be
travel documents.

A Russian man, aged 37.

His name is Dimitri Gorkhov.

- Say again?
- Dimitri Gorkhov.

You know who this man is,
George?

Do I, sir? He's the 10th-best
chess player in the world.

At least according to
current rankings.

What would he be doing
in Toronto?

Well, he must be here for
the tournament, of course.

Sir, the very best in the
world are all assembling

for a grand exhibition
right here in the city.

It won't affect world rankings,

but it's expected to be
a harbinger

of what's to come at the world
championships later in...

Thank you, George.

- We should go.
- Not so fast, Crabtree.

An event of this magnitude

should be attended
by a ranking officer.

- Sir?
- Well, all these foreigners.

There may be a need
for British diplomacy.

Grab your coat and hat, Murdoch.

Thank you.

All right, Constable,
back to the game.

Russians.

Excuse me, sir.
Toronto Constabulary.

What can
I do for you?

Do you know a man
named Dimitri Gorkhov?

Yes.
Where is he?

Drunk again, I'll bet.

I apologize.

He's dead.
He was found murdered yesterday.

I see.

This is not good news.

No.

Do you know who might
want to do this to him?

Someone who is
desperate to win the tournament.

How was he killed?

A witness reports he was
killed by a knight on horseback.

Do you know what this is?

I have no idea.

You'd be well
advised to tell us the truth.

I said I have no idea.

I'll tell you
when we're finished.

- Unhand me.
- Sir.

No need to cause
an international incident.

That bugger knows something.

I would tend to agree.

But I'll wager someone else here
does as well.

British diplomacy, sir.

Excuse me.
Toronto Constabulary.

Yes?

Would you happen to know
what this is?

I have never seen it before.

Oh, I see.
You're cheating on me.

Very disappointed, George.

- Miss Bloom, you play?
- My father taught me.

Miss Bloom is by far the finest
player I've ever encountered.

Chess is one of our pastimes.

I didn't think he cared
to share it with others.

Let's see you wiggle
out of that, George.

Not one person
said a bloody word.

One of them is involved.

You think
one of those chess players

is also
a knight in shining armor?

That's nothing
but a young boy's imagination.

I'm not so sure
about that, sir.

Regardless, I'd wager that
someone at that tournament

knows something about this.

We need a man on the inside.

No.

- No?
- No!

Sir, I wouldn't stand a chance.
These are masters.

- I'm a hobbyist at best.
- What about Miss Bloom?

It's not exactly
that sort of mission, Watts.

Sir.

Miss Bloom
is a very good player.

She is, but the tournament
doesn't allow women.

Which is a shame.

I honestly think
she would give any of them

a run for their money.

Perhaps she can play them.

Sir?

She's a... She's a woman.
She can't.

She may be able to.

With some
slight modifications...

Yes.

Right, then.
We'll leave you to it.

Would you care
to walk with me?

What about the detective?

He's working late.

If you don't mind,
there are a few things

I'd like to finish up first.

Of course not.

I have to say, you've been doing
an excellent job

since you started here.

Thank you.

Night.

Four stitches, William.

It always surprises me

how you find
newer and newer ways to die.

Well, at least I haven't found
one that's successful yet.

We have a child coming, William.
You need to be more careful.

I was simply
trying to walk home.

Imagine my surprise when
the report of a bleeding vagrant

in an alleyway
turned out to be you.

What happened?

I was attacked
by a knight in armor.

- With wings?
- With wings.

You're bloody lucky.

I don't think luck
had much to do with it, sir.

If he intended to kill me,

he certainly could have
accomplished that.

He was after that crest.

Which narrows down the field
quite a bit.

The only people who knew
I was in possession of that pin

were attendees
at the tournament.

All the more reason to get
Crabtree into that game.

That's my intention.

Careful.
It's very delicate.

Right.

Now, Miss Bloom
has agreed to this?

Yes, sir. She's quite
excited about it, in fact.

Especially now, what with
Mr. Gorkhov being slain,

and Master Troubetskoy
taking the reins.

Troubetskoy?

Yes, sir. He was a master
before his retirement.

The Russians
brought him this time

simply to be an advisor
to Mr. Gorkhov,

but since his untimely death,

Master Troubetskoy
is returning to the fray.

It's an honor to play
against him, really.

Miss Bloom has studied his game
for years.

There's more to your Miss Bloom
than meets the eye.

There is indeed, sir.

As if what meets the eye
wasn't enough already.

Indeed.

Right.
We need to test the range.

Go stand at the front
of the station house,

and I'll send transmissions.

Sir.

Murdoch said this would work?

He's confident it will, sir.

I have to say I'm getting
quite excited about this now.

Sir, I'll be going head to head

against some of the best
chess players in the world.

Remember, Crabtree,

you're there to find out
about the murder, nothing more.

Yes, of course.

William, I have something
for you.

Does it pertain to the case?

Not in the slightest.

Just a reminder as to why
you need to be more careful.

Listen.

This is going to happen!

I hear a heartbeat.

Is this gonna take
all bloody day?

Sir, no.
I can hear his voice.

It's really fast.
Is that normal?

Quite.

You have to remember,
it's only the size of a plum.

Our child.

Its little heart beating inside
the womb of the woman I love.

- I couldn't be happier.
- What?

Sir!

- What?
- Sir!

Soon I'm not going to
be able to hide my condition.

- Sir!
- What?!

So until that point,
I'd like to enjoy the secrecy.

So not a word.

- She's pregnant!
- Who?!

- Dr. Ogden.
- Really?

Sir, there's a-a heartbeat
and everything.

Give me that.

I mean, you can't hear
the heartbeat,

but you can hear them
talking about the heartbeat.

And he never said anything
to you about this?

Sir, no.

Well, congratulations
are in order.

No, no, sir. Dr. Ogden said
she wants to keep it quiet.

Why the bloody hell
would she say that?

- I don't know.
- Women.

You can never really tell
what's going on

inside their heads, can you?

Oftentimes, sir, more than
you think, in my experience.

In your experience?

- Sir!
- Gentlemen.

Uh, faring well?

I am indeed, George.

- Remember, get plenty of rest.
- Yes.

I shall.

- Cheerio.
- Right.

- Be careful.
- Mind your step.

Thank you for your assistance,
Miss Bloom.

My pleasure.

Right, the draws
for the preliminary match

have been announced.

And as host, Canada can enter
whomever they like.

Who do we play first?

Marcel Monet.
The French representative.

Oh. Good.
I've played him before.

- Miss Bloom?
- By correspondence.

- We can beat him.
- Right.

Are the three of you ready?

As ready as we'll ever be.

Everything you need
is in this case.

I've secured a small suite
just off the hall.

You won't be disturbed.

Detective Murdoch.

What made you think
to take this photograph?

I thought it would
be wise to take inventory

of all the cases I have
been assigned to working on.

For my interest and for that
of others in the future.

Well, it's a good thing you did.

I've also taken it upon myself
to learn about the crest.

And?

It was the kingdom of Poland's
coat of arms.

- Excellent work, Miss Hart.
- Thank you, sir.

It's my desire to impress you.

I find this work
quite fascinating.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Not too loud.

Now, when Marcel makes a move,

you have to say what it was
out loud, but not too loud,

so I can counter.

Yes, I understand.

Monsieur Crabtree, is it?

Yes. Mr. Monet.
Pleasure to meet you.

I must say I recently spent some
time in your wonderful country.

Good for you.

When you lose this match,
perhaps you should go back.

George,
don't let him rattle you.

You expect a quick victory,
then, do you?

We shall see.

Ah, I should have guessed.

Pawn to queen four.

Your knight

to king's bishop three.

It is
the crest of Poland.

Or rather the former Poland

before she was carved up
by the Russians and Germans.

Why is
an outdated national emblem

the subject of a police inquiry?

It was found on the person
of a murder victim.

- A Pole?
- No, a Russian.

That is something.

How did he die?

An eyewitness claims he was
run through with a lance.

I imagine that is not
an everyday occurrence

in your line of work.

It is not.

The wielder of the lance
was apparently a knight.

- With wings?
- Yes. How did you know?

These were knights
of the Polish nation.

The Husaria.

The assailant was one of those?

I doubt it.

The Husaria have not ridden
in nearly two centuries.

So someone was impersonating
a Husarian knight.

Can you fathom any reason

why someone would do
such a thing, Professor?

Well, the Husaria rode to
protect Poland and her honor...

Something we have had
precious little of

after we were taken over
by Russia.

So, revenge.

I would say retribution.

Perhaps I misjudged you,
Mr. Crabtree.

Really? How's that?

At first I thought you inept,
but you appear almost adept.

Bishop to king three.
Zut alors.

Do you need to speak
every move I make?

Helps me think.

Marcel is a creature of habit.

Excuse me?

I've played exactly
the same match with him before.

By correspondence.

Queen's bishop
to queen's knight two.

If I'm right, this will
all be over in four moves.

Ezekiel.

I believe you.

I believe you saw
what you said you did.

I was attacked by the angel
as well.

Then you must be good.

What do you mean?

Because he spared you.

Ezekiel, I wonder
if you could help me.

Do you remember anything else
about that day, anything at all?

The angel took something
from the dead man.

- What was it?
- I don't know.

But what would a man have
that an angel would need?

I heard you put Marcel Monet
in his place.

It was a well-fought match.

Why is it
I have not heard of you?

Uh, this is actually
my first tournament.

I live in Toronto.

I would have thought
you would be known here.

I'm a bit shy.

Well, you must get over that.

Come!
Have drink with us.

What's this?

Vodka.

Come, Mr. Crabtree.

Let us offer the Russian dogs
our regrets.

I came to offer my condolences

to your fellow countryman
Mr. Gorkhov.

What a tragedy.

It was a most unusual way
to die.

You played well today,
Mr. Crabtree.

I wish you luck tomorrow.

You are aware you have
drawn Master Troubetskoy?

Yes.
I will do what I can.

It will be simple enough task.

He's nothing
but old befuddled man.

You watch your tongue.

In fact, it is good thing
Mr. Gorkhov was killed.

It spared him the humiliation
of defeat.

All right, gentlemen,
that's enough!

- Sit down!
- There's no need for this!

Your next step
will be your last.

The Szczerbiec.

Does it break your heart
that she's no longer yours?

Are you so sure of that?

Right. Well, uh...

I'll be seeing you all
in the morning, I suppose.

Are you all right, Father?

Aha! That's it!

Sir, that looks like
the tattoo.

It is the Szczerbiec.

- If you say.
- It's the name of the sword.

George, you said you're
playing the Russian master next?

That's right. And I'm not sure
I fancy our chances.

You need to keep him
at the table as long as you can.

We have to keep eyes on both
the Poles and the Russians.

Right.
Sir, one other thing.

The Russians have a couple
of chaps with them

who don't look like they have
much to do with chess.

Mm. Thank you.

What the hell are you on about,
Murdoch?

- The Szczerbiec.
- I know that. But what about it?

It may not be
in St. Petersburg.

And why would anyone
give a toss about that?

The Szczerbiec is a coronation
sword of the kingdom of Poland.

It was taken by the Russians
as a spoil of war.

Still, not a toss to be given.

Sir, there are a number
of rumors

that would suggest the Poles

furnished the Russians
with an imitation.

And the real sword?

Taken to the New World,

to be brought back
at the right time.

So I'm to believe
that the sacred sword of Poland

is now residing somewhere in
the heart of Markham, Ontario?

That could very well
be the case.

Ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous.

The Russians have the sword.

They took it
when they stole our nation.

And the rumors?

Optimistic nonsense.

A vain belief
from a destroyed people

that their dignity has not
been completely stripped away.

You seem quite convinced.

I am convinced.

I am a Pole.

I would like nothing more
than to believe

my people still held
the Szczerbiec.

But we do not.

So, what do you think?

I think the professor
doth protest too much.

Consider this, sir.

A young boy sees a man dressed
as a Polish Hussar knight.

Kill another man
and take something from him.

That man is a Russian

whose compatriots have
fought with Polish men,

one of whom
wears the Szczerbiec tattoo.

So you think this Russian
found the "Sherbits,"

stole it, and then
was killed for his efforts?

- Szczerbiec.
- Sh...

You do, don't you?

Well, I suppose if I was in
your shoes, and at your age,

I'd indulge in one last
flight of fancy myself.

Let's see how George
is getting on.

Mr. Crabtree,
our patience is waning.

Yes, I'm... I'm... I'm thinking.

I mean, your last move
was a real doozy.

I mean,
rook to king four, it's...

I keep going over and over it.

Rook to king four.

I heard you
the first three times, George.

- Miss Bloom...
- I'm thinking.

King's bishop
to king's knight two.

No!

No.

King's bishop
to queen's bishop four.

Had you excited there
for a moment, didn't I?

Dr. Ogden.

Oh, thank you, Miss Hart.

You seem in fine spirits.

I am!

Was there something else?

May I ask you a question
of a personal nature?

Of course.
Although I may not answer.

You are pregnant, are you not?

Well, that is
straight to the point.

Why would you say that?

Your demeanor.
Your complexion.

I also noticed
a slight change in your figure.

But I suppose most of all,
I sensed your glow.

My glow?

I saw the same in my sister
when she was with child.

Well, Miss Hart,
your observations are correct.

But if possible, I would like
you to keep them to yourself.

You have my word.

Well...

Well, that's unexpected.

Pawn to queen five.

- George?
- Crabtree?

What are those two doing here?

How are
you going on, buggerlugs?

Oh, I'm... I'm trying to think.

That must be quite difficult
considering the distraction.

The simpleminded always have
a hard time concentrating.

Did you
hear that, Crabtree?

Did you think
I was talking about him?

Come on.

- That's curious.
- What's that?

Those two Polish men
are leaving.

Why would
they leave their compatriot

in the middle of a match?

Obviously they can't handle
all the excitement.

- Keep an eye on them.
- Oh, yes.

George, the Russian men

you mentioned
with this delegation?

There were.

Where are they?

I'm sorry,
my mind was on the match.

Bloody hell, Crabtree.
You had one job.

Well, two, actually.

You're only prolonging
the inevitable, Mr. Crabtree.

If you don't mind, miss,

church isn't over
if the organ's still playing.

- Have you not heard that one?
- No.

Gentlemen.

- Where are they?
- They didn't come back here?

- Do they look like they're back?
- I suppose not.

Did you find anything of use?

I know they booked passage
back home.

To Poland?

Well, to what once was,
which is curious,

considering there's
a revolution going on.

- When are they set to leave?
- Tomorrow.

Anything else?

This is the thing
about travel agents.

They not only know
where you are going

but also
where you are coming from.

Excellent.
Thank you, Watts.

Doesn't make any sense.

The revolution has got
nothing to do with Poland.

- It's the bloody Bolsheviks.
- Indeed, sir.

But if you are
a Polish nationalist,

you could use the chaos
to your advantage.

Bring the sword home.
Rally the people.

Break apart from Russia.

Well, I guess we know

what George's Russian friends
were up to.

I'd also wager that
if the sword was here,

then it's long gone.

I tend to agree.

Sir.

Professor Stanislav.

It seems that the professor
was less than honest with us.

Good game.

I think Mr. Crabtree
is attempting

to break the Yugoslavian's
record for delay.

Why not? It's the only record
he has chance to achieve.

All right,
I-I... I'm almost ready.

Yes, I realize
I must make a move.

George...

Take your queen's rook
and move it to...

George?

And what?
What? What? What?

Excuse me.
A nervous tic.

What? What?

Looks like
the professor scarpered.

I don't think so.

Sir, look at this.

It would seem the sword
has more than a symbolic use.

Professor by day,
Hussarian by night.

Are you, uh,

waiting for my father's
expiration to claim victory?

No, it's just

his last move has left me
with a bit of a puzzle.

Oh, my word!

Are you the Mr. George Crabtree
I've heard so much about?

Uh, y-yes.
Yes, I am.

Would you mind terribly

if I gave you a great big...

We are
in the middle of a game.

- Mr. Crabtree.
- Queen's rook to queen's one.

Yes, of course.

Forgive me.

I seem to have garnered
some admirers.

All right.

The Poles had hidden
the sword here, in Canada.

And that first Russian
tried to steal it

and was killed for his efforts.

Just as Stanislav was killed
trying to protect it.

Well, at least we know
where all the players are.

Let us through.
Move.

Where are they?

What are you talking about?

Your countrymen.
Where are they?

George.
The Russians...

- Watts, the Poles.
- Where are they?!

George. Watts.

The most curious thing
just occurred.

Spit it out, Watts.

A pair of knights just took off

in pursuit
of a gang of Russians.

Which way?

Down toward the waterfront.
Just minutes ago.

What do you know
about all this?

We're just here to play chess.

You mean here
to cheat at chess.

You were doing the same.

Throw them both in jail,
Crabtree.

Why?
We did nothing wrong!

Tell the owner
I've commandeered this animal.

You there! I need that bike.
Toronto Police.

Hurry! Hurry!

That is not yours.

You will die by the blade
you covet.

- It is almost poetic.
- Stop right there.

Both of you step back
and drop your weapons now.

This is not your fight.

This is still Toronto,
and our laws still apply.

You are under arrest for
the murder of Victor Stanislav.

Stanislav was a murderer!

He boasted to me about
killing Master Gorkhov!

Give the sword to me.

It belongs to my country.
It will be returned.

It belongs to us.
It was surrendered to us!

And now we have it back.

Well, this is a new one.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.
What's going on?

I'm trying to get these men
to listen to reason.

And I take it
they won't?

The sword belongs
to kingdom of Poland.

The sword is ours.

And you want to fight
your war on Canadian soil?

I want to bring
the sword back to Poland.

I want my people to rally behind
it and reclaim our country.

All right, then.
You want a bloody war? Have one.

They stole the sword from us,
killed my countrymen!

Arrest them.

And your countryman
killed one of theirs.

As I see it, that's even.

Now, you want that
precious sword, fight for it.

Kill for it.

We are in the right.
Arrest them.

One of them
killed my countryman.

Well, then, this is
definitely your battle.

Settle it.

Your country is defeated anyway.

And one day the Bolsheviks
will take yours.

You're free to go.

The Russians?

They are as well,

save for the man
who killed Victor Stanislav.

And the Szczerbiec?

A sword will be sent
to St. Petersburg,

one bearing a remarkable
resemblance to the Szczerbiec.

But this one is yours.

How do you know I will not
return to Poland with it?

No one will believe
you possess the true one.

But if they do?

Then you will be responsible
for the deaths

of thousands of your countrymen.

I don't believe you
to be that man.

Are you sure you did
the right thing, William?

His ticket hasn't been used.

He's staying in Toronto
for the time being.

He may change his mind.

People always seem willing
to die for useless symbols.

He wasn't willing
to kill for it.

I very much doubt he would want
others to die for it.

Julia, don't look now,
but everyone is staring at us.

- Do you think they know?
- I haven't told anyone.

Nor have I.

Although Miss Hart did guess
that I was with child.

And the inspector did counsel me
to get plenty of rest.

He told me to take
one last flight of fancy.

- So they know?
- Did Miss Hart tell them?

I very much doubt it.

The microphone.

We were listening
to the baby's heartbeat.

George must have
overheard our conversation.

I see.

Well, I don't much fancy
being stared at

for the next five months.

Julia...

Inspector, I couldn't help
but notice

that you and all of the men
were staring at us both.

Is there something
you'd like to ask us?

Uh, no.

- Constable Crabtree?
- What?

- Higgins?
- No, ma'am.

What about you,
Detective Watts?

You seem like a curious fellow.

Well, there is one thing.

- What is that?
- When's the baby coming?

Bloody hell, Watts!

They wanted to keep it a secret.

How could they do that
when everyone clearly knows

what's going on here?

How, indeed.

Yes, we are very happy
to announce

that we are having a baby.

Well, now that
the cat's out of the bag,

congratulations to
the pair of you.

Yes, excellent news, sir.
Wonderful.

George.

Busy night ahead, Miss Hart?

Yes. I've been speaking
with my anatomy professor.

He's given me permission
to accelerate my studies.

Could be finished
within the month.

Why would you want to do that?

You're so young.
Enjoy your life.

I already do, thank you.

But I have to do this if I am
to warrant full consideration.

Full consideration for what?

Well, your... your job.

I assume you'll be taking leave
after you have your child.

Oh, I hadn't thought...

Excuse me
for being presumptuous.

Well, I suppose I will
need to take some time.

And who knows?

Maybe I'll fall so in love
with the little one

I'll never want to come back.

Well, whatever it is
that you decide,

I just want to let you know

that I'm more than able
to take your place.

Well. You did say you weren't
going to work for me forever.

Yes.
I did say that, didn't I?

Good night.

Good night, Miss Hart.

Let us out!

Hey! Let us out!

Miss Troubetskoy,

you and your father
will be released

first thing in the morning.

Until then,
after all that's happened...

...it would be my honor

if we could see
the two real masters at play.

Miss Bloom, would you join us?

It would be my honor.

And I will enjoy defeating you.

Already engaging
in gamesmanship?

Just letting you know
the truth.

Oh, so you can predict
the future?

It seems readily apparent.

- What color would you like?
- You choose.

What do you say, sir?
Fancy a nip while we watch?

Poyekhali!

Queen's Gambit.

Did you really think
I would accept it?

Queen's Gambit.

You know, Troubetskoy,

whoever decided the queen
would be the most powerful piece

was ahead of their time.