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Morning, Murdoch.

Standing room only, I'm afraid.

Must be a result
of this new Immigration Act.

There's been a steady stream
all morning.

Listen to that incessant
chatter.

It's worse than Italian.

Still, good to see British order
being implemented.

This must be him.

James McBride.

From the Ministry
of the Interior.

He may be cleaning up the city,
but he's a right royal pain...

Inspector,
we are running out of space.

I'll need you to open up
the back cells.

Bloody hell. How many more
are you anticipating?

We will be finished once every
name is struck from this list.

Now, if you would.

Follow me.

What are they doing, sir?

And why are they all Greek?

Any immigrant
charged with a crime

is eligible for deportation.

I gather these men all have
criminal records.

So what, they'll all get sent
back to Greece?

I suppose so.

Although it is strange

that they all seem to be
of the same nationality.

I'm afraid I can't give you
an exact deportation date,

but we will work through it
efficiently.

I trust I can expect
your full cooperation.

Of course.

So, sir, what happens with them
when they get back to Greece?

Oh, who bloody cares, Crabtree?
They're criminals.

Our main concern is removing
them from Canadian soil.

The government's responsibility
ends there.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I should get back to it as well,
Sir.

I-Inspector.

Athos, what are you doing
in here?

Please.
I did nothing.

I'll take him, Constable.

Come here.

- Were you charged with a crime?
- Never.

You're the finest carpenter
I've ever seen.

Margaret still talks about that
bloody buffet that you built us.

Inspector, this is a mistake.

Clear off
and keep your head down.

- Thank you.
- Just because you're out of here

doesn't mean
you're out of trouble.

Come on.
I'll walk you out.

This way.

The night watchman startled
somebody who ran off,

but he said he was pushing a
wheelbarrow with something in it

that might have been a body.

Might have been a body?

He was too scared to check, sir.

Help me unroll it.

My God. Isn't that...

Mr. McBride.
The immigration officer.

Significant trauma
to the front of the skull.

There appears to be
some bruising

under the right eye as well.

It's the list of deportees.

The man kept impeccable notes.

There appear to be some
additional defensive wounds,

but I won't be certain
until I get him to the morgue.

Sir, do you suppose he was being
delivered or being taken away?

Perhaps Mr. Copley
can help answer that.

George, stay with Miss Hart
until the morgue wagon arrives.

Sir.

Gentlemen, if you'd move along,

we'll need to talk to everybody
shortly.

You say that he was rolled up
in a rug?

Presumably to be transported
in the wheelbarrow.

Barbaric.

One of those immigrants
killed him, obviously.

What was your relationship
to Mr. McBride?

Well, I knew of him,

but, uh, we hadn't actually met
until Frank hired him.

Frank?

Oliver.

The minister of the interior?

Yes. The architect
of this Immigration Act.

Frank and I are old friends.

In fact,
I'll be saying a few words

after his speech on Saturday.

Bring the family.
Show your support.

Is it possible that Mr. McBride
came searching for deportees?

Do you know who I am?

Copley Construction built
this city...

By Canadians, for Canadians.

I don't hire people
that aren't part of the union.

Eliza, what part
of "knock before entering"

don't you understand?

Men are talking here.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Copley.

I thought you wanted me
to empty the ashtrays.

Later.

Come back later.

When did you last see
Mr. McBride?

Oh, quite a while.

But I do know that he went
to see Andrew Palmer yesterday.

Who is that?

He calls himself
a construction man,

but he's a huckster.

- Couldn't build a dollhouse.
- How do you know he went there?

My union representative,
Paul Scotch, had a meeting.

He saw McBride.

What were you doing
at Mr. Palmer's office?

Trying to convince him

to do the right thing

and hire some of my men
for the Malvern Collegiate job.

He refused, of course.

Yes.
I read about that.

It's quite the undertaking,
from what I understand.

It'll be the largest school
the city's seen.

Damn thing probably
won't even stay upright

if he ever does finish it.

And you said he won't use
union workers?

He's hiring immigrants.

It was the only way
he could keep costs low enough

to scrape a bid together.

The man is shameless.

No sense of brotherhood.

I see.

And would you happen to know

what Mr. McBride was doing
there?

Looking for more people
to toss out of the country

would be my guess.

He showed me a list of names.

Said he wanted the addresses of
all my workers who were on it.

- And you gave them to him?
- Names.

What was I supposed to do?

I can't fight the law.

Might this have been the list?

Yeah.
This is it.

Three-quarters of the names
on here were my men.

Hmm. And I take it construction
was to commence shortly.

Two damn days.

Now I have to find enough
laborers with the right skills

who are willing to work
for less than union wages.

Why not simply go through
the unions?

There are maybe
three contractors in the city

who can afford to use unions.

The rest of us get
the small-time jobs, the crumbs.

I finally found a way to get
the city's foot off my neck,

and this happens.

It seems to me you were looking
to prove a point

by securing this contract.

I was looking to level
the playing field.

If I make a little money
along the way, all the better.

Besides, these men get a chance
to feed their families.

Is that so wrong?

Do you know where Mr. McBride
went after he left here?

Probably over to Carlton,
where the Greeks live.

He left with the addresses,
like I said.

And what did you do
at that time?

Me?

I was right here,

trying to figure out a way
to dig myself out of this mess.

All right. Next.

Next.

Retrace Mr. McBride's steps

after he left
Mr. Palmer's office.

There's a good chance he went
to the Greek part of town

- immediately afterwards.
- Sir.

If Palmer's telling the truth,

McBride was very much alive
when he left his office.

Heading off to the land of fish
and filo, are you?

You'll be able to practice
more of that Greek

you picked up yesterday.

You almost had it.

I'll see if Miss Hart
has completed her postmortem.

I'll join you.

I believe it's phyllo, sir.
Fish and phyllo.

Ah, Detective.
I'm afraid I'll be needing that.

The philosopher's tongue.

Now, do you have a special
interest in Hellenic

or all Indo-European languages?

What? No.
Watts, h-have you not noticed?

Our... Our cells are full
of Greek men.

Actually, I was speaking
to a few of them earlier.

They were quite distraught.

This whole concept of borders
has always been puzzling to me.

Wait.
You speak Greek?

- A few simple phrases.
- Well, that's wonderful.

I have to go to Greektown now
for the McBride case.

Maybe you would come with me.

I suppose I could provide
some assistance.

Have you eaten?

Eaten?

The blow crushed his skull,
killing him instantly.

The fragmentation indicates
a heavy object was used,

with at least two sharp corners.

And the bruising on his face?

Consistent with being punched.

So he most likely fought
with his attacker.

The wounds on his hands
would suggest a struggle,

but it's difficult to determine
whether they were sustained

before or during the murder.

Must have been during.

He was fine
when he came to the station.

And time of death?

Just a few hours
before he was found at most.

He hadn't been there very long.

So a rough timeline
would have him leaving Palmer's,

going to Greektown and then
to wherever he was murdered.

We'll know more
once George gets back.

Why wait?

We can handle the Athenians
ourselves.

Come on.

Miss Hart.

Miss Hart.

Or... Ora, uh, stembo?

Uh... Uh, ste...
O... Oso...

Are you eating again?

A minute ago you were face
and eyes into a souvlaki.

Yes, but this is dessert.
Baklava.

- Would you care for a nibble?
- No.

We're supposed to be finding out
where McBride went.

- Nobody will talk to me.
- Right.

Well, he was here for a while
to make arrests

but then left
to go to the hospital.

How did you find that out?

Nostimo.

Food is an important part
of this culture.

You eat.
You talk.

You learn things.

Are you quite sure
you don't want one?

Uh, two.

Oh, no. No.
This one here.

And how has it been feeling?

It's all right?

Open your mouth.

And say "ahh."

Very good.

He'll need his tonsils out.

Oh, what a surprise!

Dr. Ogden,
I should get accustomed

to seeing you working
amongst the living, I suppose.

What are you two doing here?

You're not part of this
deportation business, I hope.

In a roundabout way.

The man in charge of the sweep,
James McBride,

he was found dead last night.

Apparently he was here
shortly beforehand.

Have either of you seen him?

I did.

He got into
a physical altercation

with someone down the hall.

Nurse Sullivan?
He fought with a patient?

A visitor, actually.

The man who assaulted
Mr. McBride ran out

before anyone could stop him.

Did you treat McBride?

No. He refused.

Said he had more patients
to assess.

Could you identify
the assailant?

Oh, I'm not sure.

I do remember he had an accent,
though.

But he was visiting someone
in room 10.

I could check the visitors' log.

Perfect notes.

I'd half expect him to detail
his own murder.

That would make things
much easier.

So these names...
It could be the first person

that was crossed off
or the last person who isn't.

Or a relative
of someone who was arrested

or was about to be arrested.

Needle in a haystack, then,
as usual.

Excellent.

Inspector!

Ah. The vultures are here
to pick the bones clean.

Any comments
on the McBride murder?

None whatsoever, Miss Cherry.

Do you believe a Greek person
was involved?

Are the words "none whatsoever"

in a language
you don't understand?

Inspector!
How good to see you.

Athos Rella, Detective Murdoch.

Athos is the master carpenter
who made our cabinetry.

Oh, yes.

I recall Mrs. Brackenreid
mentioning the buffet you made

several times.

We need some information
on the man McBride.

Did you hear anything?

I have.
Terrible.

Do you know
if anyone on this list

could be involved in the murder?

You think a Greek did this?

Well, most of the names here
are Greek.

If you could have a look.

I know many of these men,

but I don't believe any could do
what you say.

We were all afraid and angry
at him for doing this to us,

but I cannot imagine it.

If you do hear anything,
let us know.

Of course.

Uh, Inspector, my wife and I,
we are so grateful.

Because of you, we can stay.

Please.
You must come over for dinner.

T-That's fine. Just fine.
Stay out of trouble.

Sir?

Look, I spared him
from the cells.

Margaret would have my guts for
garters if he'd been shipped.

Of course.

It burns.

It burns.
Please... Please help me.

Nurse Sullivan,
may I be of assistance?

I've been instructed
not to treat him.

What?
Instructed by whom?

From the government.

Something about
the new immigration laws.

My leg.
Please.

I'm Dr. Julia Ogden.

What is your name?

Jakub.

Jakub Czarnecki.

Please.

Just one moment.

These are the early stages
of gangrene.

They won't let him be admitted.

Dr. Forbes, why are we
not helping this man?

He is scheduled to be deported.

Have you examined him?

His leg may need to be
amputated.

If he were a patient, we might
be able to do something.

But all we can do
is keep him comfortable

until they come for him.

Has he committed a crime?

Apparently his wound qualifies
him as a burden on the country,

which is enough to deport him.

That's all I've been told.

It had to have been a crime
of opportunity.

Why?

The idea that killing McBride
would stop the deportations

makes no sense.

The law is the law
if he's alive or dead.

So it was done in a rage.
That's the clearest line.

Though Palmer's alibi is...
he doesn't have an alibi.

I'll tell you something,
Murdoch.

I don't much care for oily fish,

but this strained yogurt...
Excellent.

Sirs.

- I think we're onto something.
- Go on.

Well, after Mr. McBride left
the Greek section,

he went to the hospital,
where he and another man

were involved
in a physical altercation.

The man's father is a patient
and on the deportation list.

Threats were made.

Do you have this man's name?

I do.
I assume he's Greek, sir.

It's Athos Rella.

Perhaps there's more than one.

I don't believe this.

Sir.

This is what you get
when you help someone, Murdoch.

My mother always said I was
too much of a soft touch.

Sir, we don't yet know
where Athos was

at the time of the murder.

I let the man out of jail,
and he bloody kills someone.

What were you thinking,
you big Yorkshire pillock?

Sir, I'm having him brought in
now.

We need to resolve this quickly.

My neck could be on the chopping
block if this ever gets out.

Never.
I could never do that!

You were seen fighting
at the hospital

shortly before he was murdered.

It wasn't me.

I was at the hospital
visiting my father.

He is very ill.

And did you assault
James McBride?

- No.
- That's enough, Athos.

The truth.
Just tell us what happened.

Maybe we can help you.

I saw him.

There you are.

- Go on.
- But there was no fight.

There was no altercation
of any kind?

Look, I once put the boots

to a man who threatened to take
my father away.

Nobody can blame you for that.

Just tell us.

I have told you.

You fought with him,
and then you killed him.

No.

Right.

Where did you go
after the hospital?

Home.
To my wife.

And she can attest to this?

Yes, she can.

Of course your wife would lie
for you.

I could arrest you both,
have you deported.

Shall we try that?

Wait.
Please!

What's that?

Nothing.
I was...

Looks like you've been
in a fight.

Who would you recommend as...

Dr. Ogden.

I was hoping to discuss
Jakub Czarnecki.

- Hasn't he been sent back?
- Not yet.

I'm afraid there's nothing more
we can do.

We were given a direct order
from a government agency.

His leg is gangrenous.
His life is in danger.

They have hospitals in Poland.

He could die in transport...
If he even makes it that far!

If you think I am pleased
about this, Dr. Ogden,

let me disabuse you
of that notion.

But we are required
to follow the law.

Now, that's an end to it.

Now, please.

You should run for office.

Your skills are obviously
being wasted here.

Everything all right?

What sort of country
are we becoming

when we just throw away people
who are different from us?

The man, Frank Oliver,
who designed the law,

is not the most enlightened
of thinkers.

And now this Polish man may die

simply because he wasn't born
here.

There's nothing you can do?

Dr. Forbes has specifically
instructed me not to treat him.

"We are required to follow
the law."

I understand.

But there's nothing you can do
beyond that?

Are you advising me
to disobey my superior?

As a police officer,
I would never advise that.

But... a man may die.

You do have a rebellious spirit
buried in there, don't you?

Oh. Doctor.

How are you feeling?

Uh... not as well as I should...

...w-with two beautiful women
in the room.

Nurse?

In Poland,

I was the best Polonez dancer
in Malbork, you know?

Perhaps when this is over...
y-you will let me show you.

Uh, excuse us for a moment.

What is he doing here?

I'm going to operate.

I'll need your help.

We could be permanently stricken
from the register

if we get caught.

And if we do nothing,
he may die.

If it comes to it, I'll say
I ordered you to assist me.

- Everything all right, George?
- Sir.

Latest edition of the Telegraph
just came out.

Louise Cherry has published
a new article.

She knows the inspector

let that chap out of jail.

"The inspector
has blood on his hands.

A Greek intruder cut down one
of the king's noble subjects."

"Inspector Bumblereid."

Murdoch!

I just spoke
to the board of control.

They made it very clear

that I need to fix my mistake
immediately.

We're doing all we can, sir.

Not quickly enough.

I want this case closed.
I want Athos charged.

But we don't have evidence yet.

He attacked McBride.

He had motivation.
It's got to be him.

Sir.

My job's at stake here, Murdoch.

If you can't get a confession,
I will.

Sit.

Have you spoken to my wife?

Trust me when I tell you

I've heard enough lies
to last me a lifetime.

I said... sit.

What do you want from me?

Say it.

No.

You killed him.

I did not.

You fought with him
at the hospital,

you followed him,
and you killed him.

Why would I? You let me leave.
I was free.

I would not risk going back
to Greece and leaving my family!

You found out that McBride
was going to deport your father,

and you attacked him.

Blind rage!

My father will die soon.

I want to be with him
when it happens.

In anger, in fear,
I hit that man,

and I will always regret it.

But that was the end of it!

The fact is, Athos,
I simply don't believe you.

You talk about family.

Because of what you've done,
I could lose my job.

That puts my people,
my family at risk.

And you don't want to know
how far I'd go to protect them.

So you would have me lie
to save yourself?

You remind me of the
Elliniki Astynomia in Greece.

They are not police.
They are thugs!

What did you just call me?!

You killed an innocent man!

You followed him,
and then you bashed his head in!

- Admit it!
- No!

Confess to the killing
of James McBride.

Is this why you became
a police officer?

To put innocent people in jail?

Give me the confession.

I will sign whatever you want.

Just please keep my family safe.

It wasn't him.

Sir?

Trust me.
We need to look elsewhere.

Damn that Louise Cherry
for putting us in this position!

Yes.
I've been thinking, sir.

The wording she uses
is particularly schismatic,

almost as though
she were furthering an agenda.

She is a bloody opportunist,
Murdoch.

Thought you might like
to know... rioting in Greektown.

Apparently there are injuries.

- Detective.
- I'll call for an ambulance.

Murdoch.

Look at that.

We need to contain this.

Bring in Louise Cherry

before she adds more fuel
to the bloody fire.

Sir.

Gentlemen.

I've been summoned.

Again.

We have some questions,
Miss Cherry.

A few comments as well.
Have a seat.

May I take notes?

For what purpose?

I am a journalist.

This is part of an ongoing
police investigation,

so no, you may not.

How may I help?

You can start
by issuing an apology.

Was there something inaccurate
in my reporting?

"Inspector Bumblereid"?

I'd say that's
pretty bloody inaccurate...

As well as being
a personal attack.

Slanderous.

Your decision cost a man
his life.

Athos Rella did not kill
James McBride.

No?
Who did?

Where did you get
the information

to write your story,
Miss Cherry?

I have no intention
of revealing my sources.

We've been down this road before
if I'm not mistaken.

This journalism, as you call it,
is inflammatory

and could be seen as a call
to incite violence,

which is precisely what happened
this afternoon.

I was reporting the truth,
Inspector.

Perhaps if you hadn't let
an unhinged man out of jail

because he built
your kitchen cabinets,

we wouldn't be
in this situation.

- Who put you up to it?
- I beg your pardon.

Did someone influence your
decision to write this article?

Because the wording seems
very divisive.

Detective,
the citizens of Toronto

and this country
are being overrun by foreigners.

They're changing the very fabric
of society as we speak.

Do you know how many Greek men
in this city

- have been charged with a crime?
- I can't say I know or care.

One in three.

Don't you find that disturbing?

Sounds like fabricated news
to me.

Well, you'll just have to read
my next article.

I do go into some detail.

Is there anything else?

You're free to go.

Good.

But I will remind you,
Miss Cherry,

to be careful what you choose
to write about in the future.

If you remember what happened

the last time you were caught
printing falsehoods.

As I recall, I was given
a better job and my own byline.

Just give me the tiniest reason
to throw her back in jail.

I'm begging you.

I'm certain that reason
will present itself, sir.

Everything's going to be fine,
Mr. Czarnecki.

I should have been more careful
that day.

If only I had heard my friends
calling for me to move.

It's not your fault.

Injuries and accidents happen.

Luckily, medicine will ensure

you don't need to lose
your life.

Yes. Yes.
Of... Of course.

I just...

I am afraid.

Dr. Ogden will take
very good care of you.

The pain will soon be gone.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

Are we ready?

Let's begin.

What on earth are you two doing?

Dr. Dixon, I-I can explain.

This is grounds for dismissal.

You were explicitly instructed
not to treat this man.

I'm especially surprised at you,
Nurse Sullivan.

She's not at fault.
I gave her no choice.

That is irrelevant.

I'll be reporting this
to Dr. Forbes immediately.

Please.
Wait.

We're trying to save
this man's life.

He could die an agonizing death.

This hospital is not a vehicle

for your personal crusades,
Dr. Ogden.

Now, I understand
because of your gender,

your emotions may have clouded
your judgment...

This has nothing to do
with my emotions or my gender.

I took a vow.

We took a vow.

This man is not
our responsibility.

Everyone who requires
medical attention

is our responsibility,
Dr. Dixon.

I became a surgeon
to save lives.

Why did you?

Help us.

- You must be joking.
- Not at all.

You're one of the most capable
surgeons in our class.

Yes.
And I would like to stay one.

You don't think a human life
is more important than the law?

Oh, George?

Sir.

I found it highly irregular

that the majority of the men
being deported were Greek

and even stranger that most of
them worked for Andrew Palmer.

Look at this.

All of these arrests were made
during a two-week period,

just prior to the Immigration
Act coming into effect.

I see.

Actually, I-I don't really see,
Sir.

What does that mean?

Well, I-I'm not certain,

but the charges were almost
exclusively misdemeanors.

That, coupled with the strange
timeline, could mean something.

So what do we do next?

One woman in particular,
an Anne McKinnon,

was involved in five
separate solicitation cases,

all within a two-day period.

Well, perhaps she was just...
popular with the lads, sir.

Yes, but she was never charged
or arrested.

Yet all of the men were.

Anne McKinnon.

Toronto Constabulary.

What is it?
I've got things that need doing.

You were recently involved
in several arrests

involving Greek men.

I don't ask where they come
from, so I couldn't tell you.

The Greek accent usually
gives it away, Miss McKinnon.

Five arrests in two days.

You were named
in each of the cases,

and yet you were never arrested
or charged.

Coppers love me.
What can I say?

I'm a delight.

How do you meet the men
that solicit your services?

They usually find me.

We have reason to believe

that these arrests are linked
to a murder.

James McBride. You may have seen
his name in the papers.

I had nothing to do with it.

What do you recall
about these arrests?

I was paid well.

More than usual?

By whom?

Not the Greeks.
I can tell you that.

Miss McKinnon, unless you'd like
to see the inside of our cells,

I suggest
you stop playing games.

He's a client.
One of my best.

He told me where to find the men
and to just do what I do.

Miss McKinnon, a name, please.

Paul Scotch.

The union leader?

One and the same.

So Scotch and McBride
were working together?

Not necessarily.

If Scotch arranged
for the arrests

because he knew the law
was about to pass,

it doesn't necessarily mean
that McBride knew.

But if he found out
after the fact

and confronted Scotch
about it...

That could have given Scotch
a reason to kill him.

It's also plausible that the
two men were working together

and Andrew Palmer found out
and killed McBride.

Mr. Scotch!
Toronto Constabulary!

Mr. Scotch!

Uh, sir.

At least this absolves Athos.

Well, sir,
it may be more prudent

to wait to release him
until we've resolved this.

What do you have?

Well, sir, it's possible

that Scotch and McBride
were working together

to arrest and deport
all of Palmer's workers

in order to force him to hire
union workers.

So Palmer found out
and killed them?

Potentially.

I suggest we go and have
a little chat with Mr. Palmer.

- Sir.
- Carry on, lads.

I don't like the way
I'm being spoken to here.

Where were you this morning?

I was interviewing more workers
at my office,

which, it turns out,
was a waste of time.

Why?

The city withdrew the contract
a few hours ago.

Too much bad publicity,
they said.

I'm done.

Palmer Construction is sunk.

Not to mention
you're also facing the noose.

Bit of a bad day all around.

You won that contract
by hiring non-union workers,

which angered Mr. Scotch.

So McBride and Scotch had your
workers arrested and deported,

thinking it would force you
to hire union men.

How did you find out
about their plan?

I didn't know anything about it.

In fact, if you want the truth,
I doubt they ever had one.

How do you mean?

McBride would never break
the law.

The man was a do-gooder
through and through.

I tried paying him off myself
on more than one occasion.

You attempted to bribe him?

He was trying to deport
my entire workforce.

Of course I tried.

He wouldn't take it?

Not a penny.

Look, I spent years trying to
get a contract like this,

but I failed every single time

because of men like Copley
and Scotch.

Now that I finally got one,

there's no way
I'd risk losing it.

I'm telling you,
I didn't kill those men.

The infection's begun spreading,

but I believe we can contain it.

Wait.

Have you considered bromide?

The infection's moving
too quickly.

I don't believe so.

I recently came across an
older case study by Goldsmith.

He was able to stifle
the poisoned section

using a combination of an
injected and a topical solution.

The risk is too high.

If you're wrong, the infection
will continue to spread,

and he'll be on a ship
back to Poland.

Yes, but if I'm right,

we'll be able to save
this man's leg

and keep him in the country.

That's what you want, isn't it?

Perhaps we should re-examine
Mr. McBride's list.

There may have been arrests

for violent crimes
that we've missed.

I'll be getting another call
from the board of control.

- I just know it.
- George?

Where are you lot headed?

Sir, we're going down
to the Frank Oliver speech.

There is concern
of a possibility of violence,

given everything that's happened
over the last couple of days.

All right, lads.
Let's move out.

Are you up for a bit
of violence, Murdoch?

Not particularly, sir.

Nice change of pace
if you ask me.

Get your hat.

This new act will ensure Canada
remains a country for Canadians!

Canada is a country made up
of the king's loyal subjects,

and that is the way
it will remain

for as long as I am alive!

Thank you! Thank you.

That's right!

And now Harold Copley,

one of the great
visionary builders of this city.

Traitor!

Turncoat!

Uh, thank you, Minister.

This is, of course, a sad day.

I recently learned of the murder
of my old friend Paul Scotch.

This act
was no doubt perpetrated

by a cowardly immigrant.

These people are not like us.

They don't have bloody morals.

They are animals!

Turncoat!

But Copley...
Copley Construction

will strive
to keep our country pure

and consistent
with our one true God!

Thank you
and God bless the king!

Well, this is unusual.

They're mostly union men.
Why are they so angry at Copley?

Let me go!

Oi! Crabtree! Bring him here!
What's all this about?

I thought Copley was
your employer.

Bastard sold us out!

Tried to pay us non-union wages
for the Malvern job!

Get him out of here, Crabtree.

Interesting.

Mr. Copley.
A word.

Gentlemen.

Did you catch the killer?

We're so close,
I can almost feel it.

You were
the next contractor in line

to be awarded the Malvern
contract, were you not?

A fortunate turn due to
unfortunate events, I suppose.

What a-a horrible debacle
this all has been.

Debacle indeed.
Almost caused a riot.

It's quite serendipitous,
though, isn't it?

Almost unbelievably so.

- What are you insinuating?
- Bear with me for a moment.

I have a brief tale to relate.

I don't have time for this.

There was a construction tycoon
who built half this city,

as he was so quick to point out.

He was used to getting
everything he wanted,

and no one dared challenge him
for fear of reprisal.

Absurd.

But that all changed
when a large project,

one of the biggest
in the city's history,

was awarded to a man

that the construction tycoon
deemed inferior.

Of course this infuriated
the tycoon,

so he and his union man devised
a plan to sabotage the project.

They saw the Immigration Act
as an opportunity

rather than a hindrance.

This is libelous, sir.

Only the man
who was enforcing the law

found out about the scheme.

Your implication being?

McBride figured out what you
were doing, and you killed him.

And Mr. Scotch learned
that you were planning to use

non-union labor.

He threatened to expose you,

so you strangled him
and buried him.

This is absolutely witless.

I fear for this great city

if minds like yours are tasked
with protecting its citizens.

- You killed those men.
- Got any proof?

Any evidence?

Anything other than your asinine
theory?

Damn it, Eliza.

How many times
must I tell you to...

I'm sorry.

You're fired, you bloody idiot.

Get the hell out of here!

And that goes for you as well.

And rest assured
I will do all in my power

to have both your jobs.

- Your rug.
- What? What about it?

This rug seems to have replaced
a much older one.

Oh, for God's sakes.
What are you on about now?

Mr. McBride was found
rolled up in a rug,

and I would wager
that it was exactly the size

of the one that you recently
replaced.

You killed him here.

You tried to dispose
of the body,

ran into the night watchman,
and had to abandon it.

You call that evidence?

I'm calling the chief constable
personally.

I built MacMillan tower,
and I will ruin the both of you.

Should I put this back on the
shelf before I go, Mr. Copley?

It was in a closet
under a blanket.

Very messy.

Care to revise your story?

Now, gentlemen,

this is the man who tried to
have you sent back to Greece.

Constable...

...enjoy getting acquainted.

What are you looking at,
you filthy mugs?

You keep your bloody hands
off of me!

Keep your bloody hands
off of me!

Thank you for finding the truth.

Athos, I, uh...

Yes?
Go on.

I would be honored if you'd
come over for dinner tonight

with your wife.

On one condition.

Name it.

We drink Greek wine.

I won't fight you on that.

The men in the cells...
What will happen to them?

To us?

The minister of the interior

has decided to delay
the deportations.

They'll all be released
until it's resolved.

And then?

I'm afraid I don't know.

Mr. Rella, the law isn't always
an accurate measure

of a society.

Then what is?

You saved me, Doctor.

I-I wish I could repay you
somehow.

Perhaps when you're
fully recovered,

my husband and I will join you
and Nurse Sullivan

for a night of dancing.

Oh, I would like that
very much.

Your husband...
is a very fortunate man.

- Goodbye, my lovely.
- Goodbye.

He'll live to dance another day,
won't he?

Sooner than he should, I'm sure.

Thank you for helping him.
And me.

There's no need for that, Julia.

You simply reminded me
of what my job is.

It's well done.