All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S18E22 - We Take Care of Our Own

(ominous music)

- I think it would be more
appropriate if you lot

were out on the beat rather than
stood around here

reading about crime,
wouldn't you say?

- Mm-hmm.

- That bloody photo's
on the front page

of every newspaper in town.

- Despite the fact that
Mr. Tucker was no longer a part

of the constabulary
at the time of his death.

- Well, Tucker was one of us
at the end,

and he paid the price for it.

It's time for Petrucci to talk.

- You're going to interview him?
- No, you are.

- Sir, I have interviewed
Mr. Petrucci

every day this week.

He will not be telling me
anything

about Mr. Kerr, or about
Constable Tucker's death.

- Well, he will today.

(door shuts)

Bollocks!

- The thing about having
an Irish husband...

well, it's just how
stubborn he is.

The other night I asked him
to take me to dinner

and do you know what he said?

"Ah, sure, I don't go out
with married women."

(laughing)

I mean, don't misunderstand me.

I'm glad for his devotion,
but a girl's got to eat.

(rim shot)

- That's funny.

- Speaking of which,
I'm about to join

my lovely Frank
and do just that.

Thank you. You've been grand.

(applause)

- That was wonderful, Mrs. Ryan.

- Oh, call me Kiera.
Mrs. Ryan is Frank's mother

and she's, well,
it rhymes with--

- Ah, don't finish
that sentence.

- Hm.
(laughing)

- This place of yours
is wonderful.

I've been wanting
to get to the Starbright

for weeks and this is the only
way I could get Frank

away from his bar.

- I never felt safe leaving
it in my manager's hands.

Petrucci and his thugs
roaming the streets.

- Oh, we needn't worry about
that any longer. Thankfully.

- Bound for the noose,
I'd wager.

- Well, that'll be up to a jury.

Case is set to start next week.

- Let's not waste any more
time thinking about it.

- Couldn't have said it
better myself.

You're very impressive,
Miss Hart.

Running this place and working
in the coroner's office!

- I could say the same thing
about you

and up there on that stage?
I could never do it.

- That's just my act.

But really, I'm happiest

when I'm at home
curled up with Frank.

- Mm.

Well, I'll drink to that.

Sláinte.

- Cheers.

(door crashes open)

(crowd gasping)

- Watch out!

(glass shattering)

(screaming)

(crashing)

(grunting)

(grunting)

- No more!

Get outta here! Get outta here!

Don't you ever come back here!
Get outta here!

- What was all that about?

- Well, those two certainly
know how to upstage a gal.

(theme music)

- Were they looking
to rob the place?

- I'm not sure
why they were here.

- Did you recognize these men?

- Didn't get a good look.
They were wearing masks.

- Oh, one of them did have
quite a conk on him.

Get your minds
out of the gutter!

I'm talking about his nose.

- I thought they were masked?

- Oh, the protrusion
was clear as day.

Someone should tell him
there are doctors

who can fix those things now.

- There hasn't been any trouble
here since Petrucci's arrest.

Why now?

- Llewellyn.

What is it?

- Uh, well, I suppose the news
will be out soon enough.

Tony Petrucci
has escaped custody.

- Are you having me on?

- I assure you I'm not.

And that doesn't mean
he's responsible

for what happened here tonight.

- Then who is?
- Come on, dear.

If Petrucci's free,
it's only a matter of time

before he starts coming around
threatening violence

if we don't pay the piper.

- Hold on. Where're you going?

- My bar.
You stay safe, Miss Hart.

- You, as well.

- Both Miss Hart and Frank
Ryan suspect Tony Petrucci

was behind the attack.
I'll arrange for Miss Leeming

to make a sketch
for a wanted poster.

- Is this the man that
you saw visiting Mr. Petrucci

in his cell?
- Yes, sir.

- Who is he?
- He's a one-time associate

of Mr. Petrucci's,
but now an enemy.

- Sir, if he was an enemy,

why would he have helped
Petrucci escape?

- Perhaps he didn't trust
us to finish the job.

- Since when do we let
criminals in for tea?

And where the bloody hell
is Choi?

- He's out looking
for Petrucci, sir.

- Then why don't you pair
of clowns get out there

and help him?

(door closes)

- You're here early.

- Wanted to get a start
on cleanup.

Figured you'd want us
open tonight.

- I'm not sure how many
customers we'll have after

last night. Or participants
in the neighbourhood

safety program, for that matter.

- I didn't hear any complaints
on my morning walks.

Folks are scared,
but Petrucci's men

didn't do damage anywhere
but here last night.

- Our patrols are working.
- We want to keep it that way,

we're going to need more men.

- Which means more money.

- I don't think that'll be
a problem.

People trust you.

They'll pay if you show them
you're not scared

of Petrucci, or anyone else.

- How do you propose
that I do that?

- Get out there
and show your face,

do a little glad-handing.

- What good will that be
if Petrucci has already

decided to wage a war?

- Leave Petrucci to me.

I'm going to do
a little digging.

See what I can find out
about the men

who smashed up the place.

- All right. But be careful.

- Always am.

(soft tense music)

- Petrucci's escaped custody?

- Good morning to you too,
Mrs. Crabtree.

- Petrucci's trial starts soon!

I can't have another case
fall apart.

- I want him in custody
as much as you do.

- And you expect
to find him here?

- Don't be smart.

- I'm sorry.
I don't mean to be so...

It's just Mayor Vaughan
is looking for a reason

to get rid of me.

- Vaughan wants rid
of all of us.

He's been preaching cutbacks
ever since he got into office.

- Well, I don't want Petrucci's
escape to be the reason

he's looking for to--
- Petrucci will be in custody

in time for trial.
You have my word.

(indistinct chatter)

- Thank you for your support.

Mr. Currant.

- Miss Hart.

I found one of the men
who attacked the club.

(sighs)
We had a...

productive conversation.
And actually--

Detective! Hello.

- I'm pleased to see you both
out and about this morning.

- And how's
the investigation going?

- No one reports having seen
Mr. Petrucci

since he escaped.
But we'll find him.

- Speak later,
Miss Hart. Detective.

- Hm.

How are you holding up?
- I'm worried, Llewellyn.

- Hm.
- Uh, things have been

good lately.
People are finally feeling safe.

- Violet, dear.

So sorry to hear about
what happened at your club.

- Thank you.
- No, thank you.

For everything that
you're doing for our community.

We're very grateful.

(tense music)

- Everything you're doing?

- Mr. Currant and I have started
a neighbourhood safety program.

- A... program of what sort?

- One that provides advice
and security

against men like Petrucci.

- An admirable pursuit.

But also one that could make you
and the Starbright a target.

- So be it.

I will not back down
from protecting my neighbours.

Good day, Llewellyn.

- Here. If you see this man,
come down to the station house.

Someone there
will give you a penny.

- Hey!

(grunting)

- Wh...?

What happened here?

- Petrucci happened.

- You've seen Tony Petrucci?

- Didn't see him, no.

But name someone else
who would do something like this

in broad daylight.

(breathing heavily)
Exactly. Come on, you.

(ominous music)

- Miss Violet Hart, I presume?

- Oh. Yes.
- Ardal O'Donnell.

I'm a friend of Frank Ryan's.

- Well, pleasure to meet you.

- Frank told me what happened
last night at the club.

- Hm.
- Terrible.

If you ever need anything.

- I'm not quite sure
I understand.

- I'm not afraid to stand up
to the bullies of this world

and I hear you aren't either.

Maybe we can help
each other out sometime.

- Ah. I don't need your help,
sir. But thank you.

- You might want to reconsider.

- Ready to go?
- I am.

- Uh, pleasure to meet you
Missus Violet Hart.

(indistinct chatter)

- You busted Petrucci out?

- Easy as pie.

- Why? Cops had him.

- Petrucci killed my brother
three years ago.

It's time for payback.

And I ain't giving the cops
the pleasure.

- Where's he now?
- That's not your business.

- Might be your business
to get rid of him, though.

Unless you're still
loyal to him?

- I'm loyal to whoever
holds the purse.

- The right response.

- You want me to take him
for a ride to the county?

- I don't care
where you take him

so long as he ends up
in the ground.

Meet Miller at the coach
station by eight.

- Don't let me down, Marano.

(suspenseful music)

(scoffs)

- It's like nothing even
happened in here.

- Indeed.

Mr. Currant has already
proven himself

worth his weight in gold.

- What was that for?
- A thank you.

For suggesting
that I hire a manager.

- Well, I'm glad to have helped.

Though I... do wonder
if it was enough.

- What do you mean?

- After last night, I...

I think it might be best
if you sold this place.

(distant cough)

- Did you hear that?

- No! Stay where you are.

(suspenseful music)

(light coughing)

(gasps)

- Ephraim!

The wound was serious,
but not fatal.

Shot from behind.

(door opens and closes)

- It was a surprise attack?

- Must have been.

Is something wrong?

- I-I noticed bruising
on his hands.

- From last night, I'd imagine.

He helped fight off
the attackers.

- The bruises were quite fresh.

- If Petrucci's out of jail,
it's obvious he was behind this.

- Well, if it was him, I shall
endeavour to prove as much.

- No. All due respect,
what you should endeavour to do

is find Petrucci 'fore
someone else gets hurt.

- He was in rough shape,
but he just let him in

to the bar to patch him up
himself, I suppose.

- Gentlemen, any developments
in the search for Mr. Petrucci?

- Nothing as far as
I'm aware, sir.

(Higgins sighs)
- Well, he's making his freedom

known, sir.
Frank Ryan's bartender

was beaten on his way
to work today.

- By Petrucci?

- Mr. Ryan sure seemed
to think so.

- Did he see Petrucci
inflict the beating?

- No.

- Maybe the bartender
saw something?

- He didn't have much to say.
He was barely conscious.

- You took Mr. Currant's
statement last night

after the attack on
the Starbright Club, correct?

- I did.
- Did you happen to note

if he'd sustained any physical
injuries during the attack?

- None that I saw, sir.

- Are you thinking Mr. Currant

could have beaten up
Mr. Ryan's man?

- One of you go to Mr. Ryan's
and ask this bartender

if he recalls any details
about his attacker.

- I suppose you wouldn't
want to--

- Absolutely not.

(Higgins sighs)

- Is something wrong, Constable?

- No. No, sir, I-I'm fine.

- You're worried about
an awkward encounter

with young Miss Ryan.

(sighs)

- Well, she was
the first woman I...

- Ah.
- You know.

And we haven't spoken since.

- Mm.
- And I just,

I don't know how to--

- I... understand completely.

Why don't I take this one?

- Oh!

Thank you.

- Nice night for a ride, boys.
Wouldn't you agree, Petrucci?

- You don't need
to be doing this.

- What do they say?
The king is dead.

Long live the king.

(grunts)

- Come with me
if you want to live.

- Go get 'em!
(gunfire)

(thug): This way! Stop!

(gunfire)

(knocking)

- How's Mr. Currant faring?

- We'll know more
in a few hours.

But I suspect
that's not why I'm here.

- No.

I'm trying to find out
if your club

has had any trouble
with the Irish as of late.

- The only person we've had
trouble with is Tony Petrucci.

- Are you certain?
- Quite.

Just last night,
we hosted Frank Ryan.

His wife gave
a lovely performance.

- What about Ardal O'Donnell?

You're familiar with him.

- Newly so.

I met him earlier
and he gave his sympathy

for the attack on the club.

- Mr. O'Donnell is the head
of an Irish gang out of Quebec.

They've been attempting
to gain a foothold here.

- I see.

He did mention
he wasn't afraid

to stand up to bullies.

- Oh. Perhaps that would explain

what happened to Mr. Currant.

- Excuse me?

- Liam Trout, an Irishman

who's been known to work
with Mr. O'Donnell

out of Montreal,
was beaten this morning.

- And you think Ephraim
did that.

- Mr. Currant has bruises
all over his hands.

I've spoken
with Constable Higgins

and he tells me Mr. Currant
had no such bruising

after the attack
on the Starbright last night.

Miss Hart, I'm trying
to understand what is happening

at your establishment right now.

- I can assure you

Ephraim Currant
is not the problem.

- Then what is?

- The problem is the police

don't care about what happens
in my community.

- I care.

That's why I've asked
you here today.

I want to help.

- Thank you, Detective.

But we can look after ourselves.

- What's all this?
- Bloody Vaughan.

He wants a report
on all inefficiencies

and redundancies at every
station house across the city.

- What about Petrucci?
- We're out there looking.

- Vaughan wants this done now

while there's a gangster
on the loose?

- I know. It's almost like
he doesn't want us

to find Petrucci, isn't it?

- Hello, Thomas.
- Oh!

- I brought you something.

- Oh, you're a love.

- I'm sure there's enough
for you too, Mrs. Crabtree.

- Oh, well, I wouldn't say no.

I get ravenous
when I'm stressed.

- Ah!
(phone ringing)

- There.

I made it fresh this morning.

- Brackenreid.

(Choi): I got him.

- Petrucci?

- We were right.

Mark Colangelo broke him
out of jail,

but not so he could
reclaim his position.

- Then why did he do it?

- He wanted to kill him.
- Bloody hell.

You'd best bring him
into the station house

just to be safe.

- He won't be safe
with Colangelo's men

on the streets.
I know where Colangelo is.

They hang out at Antonio's.

Round them up,
then I'll deliver him.

- Uh, good news?

- Right then!
Let the dog see the rabbit.

- Have a seat, Mr. Trout.

(indistinct chatter)

- What is it you're wanting?

- Just hoping you can tell me

more about what happened
this morning.

- Ah, it's not much to tell.

Walking to work
when someone jumped me.

Came at me from behind.

- So...

you didn't recognize the man
who-who-who beat you up?

- Hit me from behind.
Didn't say a word.

- What did his shoes look like?

(scoffs)

- Taking the piss?
- Might be useful.

- I've had enough of this.

- Ardell O'Donnell?

I believe we've crossed paths
in Montreal. Llewellyn Watts.

- Ah. Afraid I don't recall.

The pleasure's mine, Mr. Watts.

- What brings you to town?

- Just visiting some relatives.

- And how long have you been
just visiting some relatives?

- Oh, couple of days.

- That's interesting.

There's been quite a bit
of trouble here

last couple of days.
- Is that right? Terrible.

But I'm sure it has nothing
to do with me.

- How long do you plan
on staying?

- Look, uh, what is this?

Twenty Questions?
Just now, outside,

I was accosted
by a young Black woman

asking me how long
I was staying in town.

- This woman have a name?

- Uh, it was, uh, Violet.
Violet Hart.

(footsteps approaching)

- Everything all right?

- Think you're right.

I ought to sell this place.

- I shouldn't have said that.

I was worried.

- Yes, as you should've been.

I was just too naive to see it.

- Violet, you're worrying me.

Please tell me what's going on.

- Everything that's happened
here the last two days

is my fault.

If I hadn't started
the neighbourhood

safety program--
- What do you mean?

The program is helping people.

- It got Mr. Currant shot.

- How's that?
- After the attack,

he said we have
to show our strength.

- What did he do?

- He beat one of the masked men

so badly it got him
shot in return.

- Well, that was Mr. Currant's
decision, not yours.

And if the-the police hadn't
let Petrucci escape

in the first place --
- It wasn't Petrucci.

It was Ardal O'Donnell.

- Who?

- According
to Detective Murdoch,

he heads an Irish gang
in Montreal.

And he intends to expand.

I don't think I have it
in me to fight him.

- Violet Hart,

you are the strongest woman
I've ever known.

You can do anything
you put your mind to.

- Petrucci got away?

- Yeah.
- How?

- We got jumped.

- Idiots.

- Maybe give me a couple o' men

that can shoot straight
next time.

(clears throat)

- Uh, boss, we got a problem.

- Toronto Constabulary.

- Keep your hands where
we can see them, gentlemen.

(upbeat Irish folk music)

(laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

- Interesting place
to be meeting.

- I confess I may have had
an ulterior motive

for suggesting it.

- Let me guess: a case?

- I hope you don't mind.

- Not at all.
I'm thrilled by the intrigue.

- Oh, your philosophy courses

not offering the fascination
you'd hoped, Joseph?

- Nothing like this.

Now tell me about this case.

- We're investigating
a pair of attacks

on the Starbright Club.

- The spot owned by your friend?
- Violet Hart.

- How's that progressing?

- I've had no luck yet,
but things may be looking up.

That's Ardal O'Donnell.

I think he's mixed up
in this somehow.

- Barman seems impressed by him.

- Certainly did.

- Shaking hands
with the big man, are ya?

- Had to thank him, didn't I?
- For what?

- Making sure the man
who beat me paid with his blood.

- I know that look.

I will make this up to you.
I promise.

- Oh, I'll make sure of that.

- I think Ardal O'Donnell

was behind the attacks
on the Starbright.

- Yes, I believe you're right.

- You already knew.

- I suspected.

What's brought you
to the same conclusion?

- Mr. Trout said something
about Ardal and Ephraim Currant.

Payback, perhaps?

- Miss Hart said she only
met him in passing.

If there's more to the story,
why wouldn't she mention it?

- Right.

- Watts, if you have
more insight into this,

now would be a good
time to tell me.

- Ah,

Miss Hart has started
a community organization,

of a sort.

- What sort of organization

would have her mixed up
with the likes

of Ardal O'Donnell?

- One that seeks to protect
her neighbours

from men like him
and Tony Petrucci.

- "We can look after ourselves."

- I'm sorry?

- It's something Miss Hart said
to me earlier.

Do Miss Hart's neighbours
pay her

for this so-called protection?

- I couldn't say for sure,

but I did see
something changing hands.

- Hm.

Could you please set up
an interview with Mr. O'Donnell?

- Of course.

Where are you off to?

- I fear Miss Hart
has gotten herself mixed up

in something she can't handle.

- I love what you've done
with the place.

- Well, it's better
than a nasty, damp cell.

(phone ringing)

Yes?

(Brackenreid): We've got
Colangelo and his men.

- I see.
- So bring him in.

- Will do.

- What was that?

- Colangelo's still
on the loose.

I'll have to keep you here.

- Not much of a police force.

First Colangelo
steals me from my cell,

and now your guys
can't catch him.

- I did save your life.
- Hm. You mind?

- Please.
- Still, the rest of them

are junior league.

A bunch of muttonheads
working for two bits a day.

- Well, we'll just have
to wait and see how long

it takes the muttonheads
to come through.

(scoffs)

While we're waiting,

why don't we work
on your confession?

- Confession for what?

- Murder. Of the hydro engineer
and of Constable Tucker.

- I was in jail
when Tucker met his maker.

- We both know
your reach extends

far beyond the cell doors.

Or at least it used to.

Now, I'm not so sure. Are you?

(scoffs)

- Have you been able
to arrange an interview

with Mr. O'Donnell yet?
- Not yet.

No one's seen him
since he left Ryan's

last night. Miss Hart?

- Also unaccounted for.

- That's strange.
- I agree.

Perhaps we should--
- Sir.

- What is it, Henry?

- A body's been found
in an alley

near the Starbright club.

- I'll get my coat.

Constable.

That's Ardal O'Donnell.

- There's no apparent
sign of injury.

- And yet I think it's unlikely
the man died of natural causes.

(tense music)

- Ah, Detective.

You have very good timing.

Dr. Mcleavy should be here
any moment.

- Oh, really?
- To perform the post-mortem.

You believe I have a conflict
of interest, do you not?

- Well, that does stand
to reason. Yes.

- Well, you're right.
I was furious

when I learned
that Mr. O'Donnell

was the one
who had Ephraim shot.

- I understand
the two of you argued.

- Yes. But I'm not in the habit

of killing those
who I argue with.

- Where were you last evening?

I tried to locate you,
but you were not at home

or at the Starbright Club.

- I was with Kiera Ryan
discussing how I might find

a way to make peace
with Mr. O'Donnell.

- Of course I'll need
to confirm that.

- Of course.

I have nothing
to hide, Detective.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I need to get to the Starbright.

- Would you like some more?

- I'm all right.

- What do you think?

- It's not the worst
I've ever had. What's it called?

- Bulgogi.

- What the hell kind
of name is that?

- What the hell kind of name
is rigatoni? Or cacciatore?

- What're you tryin' to say?

- I'm saying it sounds
a hell of a lot better

than boiled meat and cabbage.

- You got that right.
- Huh.

I know you have friends
in high places.

But what makes you so sure
that they're going to help you

out of this spot
you've found yourself in?

- Easy. I'll scratch their back,
they'll scratch mine.

(chuckling)
- We both know there are

different rules
for men like you and I.

- We are not the same.

- Oh! I think you'll find
we are,

at least in ways that matter
to a man like Chadwick Vaughan.

- What do you mean by that?

- Men like Vaughan are never
going to see us as equals.

If we're useful,
they'll humour us. If not?

- It ain't like that.
- It is like that.

You know why I became a cop?

- Not really,
but I'm sure you'll tell me.

- Shut up!

It's because I wanted people
to look up at me, not down.

- Plenty of people
look up to me.

- Yes. Just none that matter.

(scoffs)

(knocking)

- What's going on.
- Stay here.

Mrs. Crabtree.

- Chief Constable Brackenreid
told me you have Petrucci.

I need to speak with him.

- Hey! A party girl.

You're a better man
than I thought, Choi.

Whatta ya got for me sugar, huh?

- A chance to save your life.

- Is it funnier, darling,
if I'm onstage

when the masked men burst in,
or walking back to my seat?

- You're writing a joke about
what happened at the Starbright?

- Of course.
Comedy is tragedy with a smile.

(door closes)

Oh, if you've got a thirst

it'll have to wait.
We're not open.

- Detective Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Mr. Ryan.
- Sir.

- Oh, are you?
What can we do for you?

- I take it the two of you
know Ardal O'Donnell is dead?

- Ardal? Jesus.

- He was only here
just yesterday.

- Petrucci's doing,
I'm guessing.

- I don't think so.

Where were the two of you
last night?

- Not killing a friend,
if that's what you're asking.

- Don't get testy, Frank.
The man's just asking questions.

We were at home.

- Did you have any company?

- Are you being saucy?

- It was the two of us. Why?

- According to Violet Hart,

she spent the evening with you,
Mrs. Ryan.

- You don't think Miss Hart
had something to do

with Ardal's death?

- Mr. Mcleavy, I presume.

- You're Detective Murdoch.

Call me Steve.

- Oh.

Have you determined
a cause of death

for Mr. O'Donnell?

- Man died of asphyxiation.

- Wha-- I-I don't recall seeing
any signs of strangulation.

- You wouldn't have.

His diaphragm
ceased to function,

but not from any external means.

- He died of natural causes?

- Didn't say that.
Have a look at this.

- Puncture wound.

- Mm-hmm. He was injected
with a paralytic

that stopped
his muscles working.

- Any idea what type
of drug was used?

- Curare.

- You're familiar with it?

- No, but Miss Hart is.

- Curare?

That's unusual stuff.

- Who did you sell it to?

- The last person I sold
any to was you, Miss Hart.

- She admitted buying curare?

- She didn't deny it.

- I find it difficult to imagine

Miss Hart is responsible
for this.

- What do you think, Murdoch?

You had a bee in your bonnet
about her at one time.

- The fact that Miss Hart
has procured curare in the past

doesn't prove anything.

But I would be
interested knowing

if she's done so recently.

- What about her alibi?

- Kiera Ryan denies
seeing her last night.

- Oh, you found
Mrs. Ryan credible?

- I've confirmed her account
with her husband,

as well as another resident
in their rooming house

who attested that she was home
all evening.

- I'm fond of Miss Hart,
but if she had a hand in this...

- Then she will have
to face justice.

- A deal? Who are you people?

- I'm a Crown Attorney.

- And the one who's going
to be trying your case.

- There's no case.
There's no deal.

I'm the one going down for this.

- It doesn't have to be
that way.

Just testify
that Chadwick Vaughan

put you up to the killing
of Timothy Kerr.

- You say that and you live.

- Are you for real?
You're an Oriental.

I'm Italian and she's a broad.

No one's gonna listen to us!

- Just tell us anything you know
about Chadwick Vaughan.

- Only he's the mayor
of the greatest city in Canada,

a real prince among men.

- And a man who ordered you
to kill someone.

You say that in court
and maybe you don't die.

- If I say that in court,
I do die.

There's no maybe about it.

- This might be
your best chance.

Mrs. Crabtree is one
of our finest attorneys.

- Are you listening to me?

Those people,
people that used to work for me,

are trying to kill me.
I'm not afraid.

But I'm not going to say
anything

against Chadwick Vaughan.

- We'll support you.

I will lay charges
against Chadwick Vaughan

if you just admit that--
- What do you think?

- About what?
- You think that if I take

the stand and tell the world
that Vaughan ordered me to kill

someone that a judge,
someone that Vaughan

breaks bread with,
is gonna take my word over his?

- It's your best chance!
- My best chance

is to say nothing.

I'm sure Vaughan
won't let me do time.

- When are you going to get it?

Men like Vaughan
don't give a damn

about people like us!

You've outlived your usefulness.
Fight back!

- It's not going to happen.

(sighs)

- And no matter where
the threats come from,

I'm here to protect you
and I want all of you to know

that if you need anything,
you can come to me.

(applause)

Excuse me a moment.

Detective. Has there been
any progress in the case?

- Yes. But not exactly
what I'd hoped for.

Miss Ryan has not confirmed
your alibi.

- That's not possible.

- Her account was corroborated
by her husband

and another tenant
in their rooming house.

- What...

This makes me a suspect.

- I'm afraid it does.

Especially given Mr. O'Donnell's
cause of death.

- Which was?

- He was poisoned with curare,

a substance I believe
you're familiar with.

- I can assure you,
I did not kill him.

- If there is something more
you need to tell me,

now would be the time.

- Are you here to arrest me?

- Not at this time.

But if you have something else
you need to say...

- I do not.

- Very well, then.

Good day, Miss Hart.

- If I don't find a way
to prove my innocence...

- Then you'll have the most
devoted lawyer defending you.

- Thank you, Isaiah.

But we can't let it
get to that point.

What should I do, Llewellyn?

- The best course of action
is to find a way

to refute the evidence.
There's no denying

you had motive.

What about this curare?

- I haven't been
near it in years.

- But you don't deny having
procured it in the past?

All right.
That leaves your alibi.

You say you were
with Kiera Ryan.

- I was.

- Detective Murdoch
is searching for others

who may have seen Mrs. Ryan
leaving her premises that night.

Hopefully he'll have
some success.

- What I don't understand
is why she would lie.

- Could she be defending
O'Donnell's real killer?

If you take the blame, whoever
actually did it goes free.

- That's good thinking.

Perhaps I should
interview her again.

- If Kiera knows anything,
she's not going to tell it

to a police officer.

- What else can we do?

- I'll talk to her?

- I don't think
that's a good idea.

- No, no, no. It's worth a try.

You think you could
have her here in an hour?

- He's not going to talk, is he?

- I don't think so.

Let's go, Petrucci.
- Where?

- Back to the station house.

- But what about
Colangelo's men?

- We arrested them hours ago.

Maybe you'll end up
in the same cell.

- You lied to me.

- I gave you a chance
to save yourself.

- A chance you obviously
weren't interested in taking.

- So now we'll leave you
to your fate.

- No, no, no. Wait, wait.

You promise to keep me
away from Colangelo?

- Depends on what you say.

- Chadwick Vaughan told me

to shut that Kerr fella up
and I did.

But I didn't have Tucker killed.

He was a mutt, but I don't know,
I kinda liked him.

- So who killed him?

- For my money,
it was Colangelo.

- And you're willing to put
all this down in writing?

- Don't be stupid.
- Telling us means nothing

if you won't testify.
- Well, that's your problem.

You want to take down
Vaughan and Colangelo,

you have to do it on your own.

Now take me back to the cells.

- Oh, I must get the name
of your cleaning lady.

It's like nothing
ever happened in here.

- Oh, plenty has happened.

- I heard about your barman.
How is he?

- Why did you tell
Detective Murdoch

we weren't together last night?

- Sorry, love.
I just didn't want to be

messing with the police;
could hurt my public image.

- They think I killed O'Donnell.

- They'll come to their senses.
Ardal had nothing against you.

- He attacked my club.

- That could have been
about anything.

- But what could that have--

Frank.
- What about Frank?

- The attackers came straight
to our table.

I assumed it was for me
at first,

but perhaps I was wrong.

- Don't be daft.
Frank was helping Ardal,

introducing him around.

- Because he's the heart
of the Irish community here.

Maybe O'Donnell felt threatened.

Is that why you lied?
To cover for your husband?

- Please, Frank's no killer.

He won't even carve
the Christmas ham,

gets me to do it.

- So it was you, then.

- I do what I must to protect
my people,

just like you with your
neighbourhood safety program.

- Well, thank you, Kiera.

- For what?

- Well, your confession,
of course.

You can come out now.

- Good afternoon, Mrs. Ryan.
- What's this about?

- Right.

You think this will be
admissible evidence,

Mr. Buchanan?
- I'd say so.

- Seems now you're
a recording star, as well.

Let's get you
to your next venue, shall we?

- And you're certain
it was her?

Very good. Thank you.

- I've just spoken--
- I just--

- Uh, with the man who once

sold curare to Miss Hart,
but he hasn't done so recently.

He did tell me, however,
that he sold some to Kiera Ryan.

- And she used it
to kill O'Donnell.

- This is not news to you.

- Mrs. Ryan just confessed.

I've put her in the cells.

- Oh. Very good, Watts.

- You, as well.

You don't seem pleased.

- I'm just glad that Miss Hart

hasn't gotten herself
tangled up in all of this.

- Mm.

But you're still concerned about

her neighbourhood
safety program.

- I am. It should be disbanded.

- Detective, even you must admit

the Black community
in this city

is not well protected
by the police.

- I'm sure you're right.

But vigilante justice
is not the answer.

(swing music playing)

♪ Forget the makeup
and roll up your sleeves ♪

♪ The pursuit of happiness
is gonna begin ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh ♪

- Oh, Detective.
What can we do for you?

- The investigation
into Ardal O'Donnell's murder

is closed.
- I'm glad to hear it.

- As am I. Very glad.

- Is there something else?

- There is. Ah, Miss Hart,

I was hoping
we could speak in private.

- As you wish.

- Thank you.

I'm hoping to convince you
to put an end

to this program
that you've been running.

- Why would I do that?

- You're a city official.

You must realize that a program
such as this

could be oddly perceived.

- By whom? The Board of Control?

- By everyone.

People are paying you
for protection.

- That's not a crime, Detective.

- No, it's not.

But, as city coroner,
you are paid by the public

and have a public profile.

- A profile that is worthless

if I'm not giving back
to my community.

- Miss Hart, Violet,

I have no horse in this race.
Truly.

I consider you to be
a tremendous asset

in the city coroner's office

and I would hate to lose you

because of the appearance
of impropriety.

- I don't give a damn
about appearances.

I am an asset
to the coroner's office,

a valuable one.

But I'm more valuable here.

- So what are you saying to me?

- I'm saying that
if I have to choose,

then I choose this place
and these people.

My people.

- So be it.

- So he confessed to all of it?

- Verbally, but he refuses
to write a confession.

- Or testify in court.

- At least he confirmed
our suspicions about Vaughan.

- Mm. And with Colangelo's men
in the cells,

we can find the weakest link
and break it.

- And keep Vaughan as far away
as we can until we do.

What's going on, lads?

- The doors to the station house
have been padlocked?

- Padlocked?
- Why?

- I hoped one of you might know
the answer to that question.

- They don't. But I do.

- Station House Four
and its staff

have been declared redundant.

- You can't close
the station house.

That's not your decision
to make.

- Isn't it?
- No, it isn't.

It's the Chief Constable's.

And the last time I checked,
that was me.

- You might want to check again.

I've no choice but
to relieve you of your duties.

You as well, Mrs. Crabtree.

Your personal belongings
are outside on the street

outside City Hall.

- And what of the men
who were in custody?

- They've been relocated.

Although that is no longer
your concern.

- You'll regret this, Vaughan.

- I somehow doubt that.

Thank you all for your service,

but that time has now
come to an end.

- So we've got a day off.

Right, lads. We're all off
to The Tipsy Ferret.

The first drink is on me.

(indistinct murmuring)

- This isn't over, Vaughan.

- Oh,

I think it very much is.

(theme music)

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