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Give me a second, Higgins, I have to
put a call into the station.

All these boxes are fantastic,
now we can communicate...

Mind yourself, lad.

Now, we can communicate

from almost anywhere in the city.

Imagine one day a telephone so
small, you could carry it around.

It would never work... wires all
over town, you'd trip the horses.

Oh! Station number four, please.
George, just so you know,

I began reading your book, and I...
Ah, yes!

Agh!

I never saw it coming, sir.
You couldn't have.

How's Henry?

He'll be right as rain.

Detective Murdoch... Stay where you
are, Crabtree, Murdoch will be fine.

Wesley, get Crabtree and Higgins
to Toronto General straightaway.

Right, everybody off the street,
please, there's nothing to see!

Move along, please, sir.

There was over $3,000-worth of
goods in there. Stand down, sir.

Who's going to pay for my losses?
Well, not the Constabulary.

Please get off the street,
so we can continue with our job.

Please tell me, what is going on?!

Two of our constables
were seriously injured.

Doing a job they're well-paid to do.

You shut your mouth, sir, or I'll
shut it for you. I've told you once,

get off the street...
I won't tell you again.

Inspector! I think
I may have found something.

What have you got, Murdoch?

Sir, I believe this is the
result of an incendiary device.

A bomb? It seems someone has taken
an intense dislike to Mr Milne.

Doesn't look like any kind of
military ordnance I've seen before.

I've yet to locate any insignia
or manufacturer's mark.

Home-made? I would say so.
Quite a powerful device.

Mmm. Is it possible that our
lads were the intended victims?

The bomb was placed in Milne's shop.
I would say that was the target.

But our lads walk that beat
every day. Anything's possible.

A device like this
could kill someone. Bastards.

As soon as you know the origin of
the device, let me know. Yes, sir.

How are you, lad? Welcome back!

Crabtree!

Crabtree.

I admire your dedication, but you
could have had a couple of days off.

That's not necessary, sir. Any word
on Higgins, will he be all right?

He's well cared for.

Constable Crabtree? Ah!

I heard the news...
are you faring well?

I'm fine, Dr Grace. To what
do I owe the pleasure? A favour,

Constable Crabtree. What's that?
It would benefit me greatly

if I could accompany you
on your investigation. Why?

To understand how
the police do their job.

Doctor, I don't doubt
you can handle yourself,

but police work can be
very dangerous. I can see that.

But I am prepared
to assume the risk.

I'm sorry, Doctor, it
would be irresponsible of me.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Henry?

Detective Murdoch, I...

Er... At ease, Constable.
Save your strength.

Was anyone else hurt, sir?
There was so many women and children.

Nothing serious.

And George?

It would appear he has
a much harder head than you do.

That's no surprise!

Did you get the bomber, sir?

I've only just started looking.

You will.

Henry?

Yes, I will catch him.

Detective, I'm not a popular man...
not that it worries me.

Anyone you're
particularly unpopular with?

Landlord wanted me out, neighbours
weren't exactly neighbourly,

I let half a dozen employees go...
should I go on?

Yes, please, I have time.

All right.

Take that "dandy" over there...

He's a dreadful man. Mr Milne
left refuse in the lane,

he'd stay in his store to
all hours of the evening,

make noise, loiter around,

catcall women!
From his place of business?

Man like him, where else would he go?
He hasn't got a friend in the world.

No home to go to,
either, I've heard.

You've complained to the landlord
about his behaviour? We all did.

Not that it did much good. Mr Decker
said that his hands were tied.

I see. Does this mean that
Milne will be leaving the market?

Well, the building is unsound, I
imagine it will have to come down.

What a shame!

This is dreadful. Damned Milne!

I've had this building
for more than ten years...

I've never had a tenant like him.

He probably caused this... I bet he's
got an illegal still in the back.

I don't believe so, it was an
explosive device that caused it.

So you two weren't on the best
of terms? I wanted him out,

that's no secret.
But he wouldn't leave,

said he had an iron-clad lease...
he's nothing but a damn nuisance.

Mmm... almost like a boil
that refuses to be lanced.

Mmm.

Er, did he have
any enemies then, sir?

Anyone in his employ, I would
imagine. Well, anyone else?

The man that owned that
establishment, er, Angus Trout.

He had the bad fortune of being
in the same business as Milne.

And?
Milne drove him out of business...

poor Trout sold his
inventory for pennies on the dollar.

They had quite a set-to the day that
Trout finally shuttered his windows.

The Constabulary were called...

from time to time,
Trout comes by to hector Milne.

Really? When did this last occur?
Yesterday, I believe. I wasn't here,

but it was the talk of the street.

Ha-ha-ha! He lost his whole shop?!

Yes, he did. Ha-ha-ha-ha!

His whole shop!
Shame he wasn't in it at the time!

A colleague of mine
was almost killed in that explosion!

So just... shut your mouth!

George. Sir, I suggest you sober up,
before you incriminate yourself.

Sober up?! This is the best
day I've had in a long time!

Sir, I'm sorry for that outburst.

Quite all right, George,
it was justified.

What's this all about?
I have no idea.

Is this the man behind the bombing?
You're damn right!

Quiet, Mr Trout. Step aside, people!
He's the traitor? Why did you do it?

You want to know who the criminal
is? It's Peter Milne!

Just let us pass.

Put Mr Trout in the interrogation
room, please, George.

And post a guard.

Gentlemen, back to work.

So has he confessed? Hmm?
Named any co-conspirators?

Terrence Meyers! Murdoch.

What might this have to do
with our esteemed government?

Who's the man? What's his name?

His name is Angus Trout.
He's a shopkeeper.

I'm questioning him regarding...
Oh, I'm well aware of all that.

The Anarchist
attack on Dunbar Market.

Anarchists?

That bombing was no simple
dispute between two shopkeepers.

It was a first strike against us.

By whom? Anarchists, Murdoch.

It would appear our country has
now joined the war on terror.

You'll have to go
a long way to convince me

that Toronto is being
besieged by terrorists.

Hmm. Why doesn't that surprise me?

Gentlemen, I am privy to
some confidential information.

Our government is currently in
high-level negotiations pertaining

to a visit to Canada
by President William McKinley.

This would be something
of a coup for us, as it would be

the first trip to foreign
soil by any American President.

Well, bully for him.

I'll get the missus to make
him a steak and kidney pie

with mushy peas on the side.

Inspector Brackenreid, despite
your opinions to the contrary,

the Americans are an important,
if somewhat unruly, ally of ours.

How are the tribulations of
an unpleasant shopkeeper involved?

Well, it speaks to the maturity
of the country, I suppose.

The Americans think our standards
of law and order fall short.

Damn Yankees.

Who are they to
talk about standards, hey?

Or law and order, for that matter?!

They went to war with themselves!
Our Government wants to be the first

to host an American President,
so we must be vigilant.

We are vigilant.
Really? Oh, good. Good, good, good.

You must be keeping close
tabs on Emma Goldman, then.

Who the bloody hell is Emma Goldman?

Emma Goldman is a noted American
Anarchist and labour organiser.

Who, according to reliable sources,
is currently in Toronto.

It is my opinion that she
and her cohorts are the authors

of the bombing you are
currently investigating.

Any reason why Miss Goldman
would bomb a shop on market day?

Well, Milne's Fine Goods appealed
to an elite clientele.

The bombing was
an affront against capitalism...

the backbone of any free society.

They attacked more than a shop...
two of our own were injured.

That may be a coincidence.

Has Miss Goldman's group
taken credit for the attack?

Gentlemen, whatever the reason

for the attack, it is
our duty to eliminate this scourge.

It is our Prime Minister's
opinion that the Anarchist movement

is a threat to peace,
order and good government.

I love my country.
Not to worry, Mr Trout.

I doubt you have political
affiliations of any kind.

Your only conviction appears to be
to the bottle, and little else.

You haven't gone
through what I have...

a destroyed business,
shattered marriage,

watching my loyal customers
walk in and out of Milne's shop

as I shuttered my windows.

The bottle's the most reliable
thing I have left in the world.

Mr Trout, while you were
watching those customers,

did you happen to see
anything suspicious?

I saw Albert Wallace kick up a fuss.

And he is?
A clerk once in Milne's employ.

Milne fired him three weeks ago.

Well, I think the future of policing
will be much like my field...

covert operations, subversion,

prediction and prevention
of crime before it's committed.

George, see if you can locate
a Mr Albert Wallace,

a former employee of Mr Milne's...
he's a person of interest.

Yes, sir. Good work, Murdoch.
Is he affiliated with Emma Goldman?

He's a store clerk.

You mean, he SAYS
he's a store clerk...

These Anarchists
sound like Marxists to me.

They share some philosophies,
I think.

Oh, that's what you
call it, philosophy?

I don't recall Socrates running
around blowing up shops.

I'd string up the lot of them. As
long as they were guilty, I trust?

Of course. Do Meyers' suspicions
carry any weight? They might.

The bomb and its construction
does share some similarities

to the device used in the Haymarket
attack in Chicago 13 years ago.

Eight coppers died that
day, didn't they?

Brothers in arms,
despite their lineage.

Stay close to Meyers on this,
Murdoch. It's our investigation...

I don't want him getting his
sticky little fingers into it.

He already has, sir. Once Ottawa
is involved... Yes, I know, but...

I don't want a cock-up. Sirs...

Mr Wallace is in the interview room.

Why did Mr Milne remove
you from his employ?

He withheld my wages,
didn't pay me for days I had worked.

I had the audacity to complain.

And why would he do that?
Because he's a heartless capitalist.

He routinely cheated his employees.

I wasn't the first man
he fired for speaking his mind.

Your politics betray you, sir.
What do you mean by that?

You are aware that Emma Goldman
is currently...

An Anarchist? Ha-ha-ha!
You think I'm an Anarchist!

Are you? Oh, hardly!

The Anarchists are nothing more
than disorganised idealists.

I am an adherent of Karl Marx.

Oh, I see.

Anarchy is an unworkable
political theory.

It's a thimbleful
of intellectual ideas

drowning in a bucket of naivete.

Do you think society could function
without some mechanism of control?

Ha-ha! Mr Wallace, I'm not here to
debate political theory with you.

I'm here to ask about your
involvement with Mr Milne.

Milne treated his workers like dogs.
Worse than dogs.

Mmm. And where were you
when his establishment was bombed?

There's a suggestion that
the bombing was a staged event

perpetrated by the
Anarchist movement.

Are they trying to
take credit for it?

There's been talk. The Anarchists?
They said they did it?

Oh, I'm not saying...
Well, they didn't do it. I did it.

I placed the device

for the revolution...
the workers' revolution!

Are you admitting your guilt, sir?
Yes, sir!

Right, then.

Where in the
establishment was the bomb placed?

Near the cash register.

Mmm. And the bomb's composition?
It was supplied to me, I...

And the method of detonation?

I lit... the fuse?

A moment, Detective.

I would appreciate being notified

next time you intend to
monitor my interrogations.

You had a confession.
A false one. He's innocent.

You argued him out of his guilt.

Because he isn't guilty
and he should be released.

You can read minds now, can you?

Sir, Albert Wallace has
been arrested several times.

He's an attention seeker, publicity
hound, trying to become a martyr.

The man uttered a false confession.
I want him charged with obstruction.

Well that certainly is
an improvement, Chief Constable.

At least this time, you've
manufactured a viable charge.

You walk a fine line,
Detective Murdoch.

Mind you don't stumble on it.

There is talk of a demonstration
on Liberty Street tomorrow afternoon.

Emma Goldman is planning to speak.

I want her arrested
at the slightest provocation.

I believe your Constable Higgins
is still in hospital.

The bastards
responsible are going to pay.

I trust that sentiment is
shared by all at this station?

Oh, yes, of course.

As long as those
we make pay are actually guilty.

We pushed open the door
to the tomb of the Pharaohs

and choked on the dust
of the ancients.

What we saw when our eyes
adjusted to the light

was a most horrific sight.

The mummy's tomb had been opened,
and the poor unfortunate was

lying on the ground for all
the world to see, swaddled in rags

that were once regal, but were now
despoiled by the cruel hand of time.

As we moved deeper into the crypt,

we began to realise that we
were not in the grave alone.

There was a pair of hideous
yellow eyes gazing upon us.

We'll pick it up from
there tomorrow, Henry.

You're going to want
to be awake for the ending.

Wonderful news, isn't it?

What's that?
The demonstration, man.

Come on, this could be the
break we've been waiting for.

Could you be a bit clearer?

Just follow me, Murdoch. Come on,
I've got an idea. Come on!

Too formal, sir. And a bit too tidy.

Could you not find a shirt with
frayed cuffs or a dirty collar?

Or a dustman's cap
to cover your nice hair?

Mm-hm. And what about me, Constable
Crabtree, do I, er, pass muster?

Oh, sir, you look like a regular
ragman. No offence. Excellent.

May I ask the reason
for all this subterfuge?

Mr Meyers believes this is a
worthwhile avenue of investigation.

We will infiltrate this criminal
organisation and cut off its head.

We will beat them at their own game.
Let's go, Murdoch.

George, I need you
to stick to the task,

in case Mr Meyers'
speculations are wrong-headed.

If I find anything?
Use your initiative.

So I'm assuming you didn't have
anything to do with it? Nah.

So, were you hurt in the explosion?
Sorry, sir? I was.

So you had very few dealings
with Mr Milne personally?

How are you?

Thanks.

And what brings you down here?
Hello, Constable Crabtree!

I told you this is
dangerous business.

I'm simply a private citizen
doing my shopping. Ah.

May I join you, Constable?

I promise not to get in the way.

Just mind yourself. Thank you.
So, what shall we investigate?

You mean who? Of course.

You see, Detective Murdoch
focuses on physical evidence...

I prefer to explore the inner
workings of the human mind.

That's why he
and I... make such a good team.

And who are these men who
call themselves our leaders?

I'll tell you who...
men no better than any of you.

Yet they conduct
themselves like they are royalty

and they treat us
as if we were children,

incapable of making
our own decisions.

I reject the idea of government,

either for the people
or by the people,

as strongly as I reject
the idea of monarchy!

Listen to her.
Strong words, indeed.

These men, this "government",

is nothing more than an arrangement
between the ruling elite

and the powers of industrialists
to keep you and me in chains!

Do I have to give the order?

All of you know how to
conduct your own affairs...

keep your own counsel,
make your own decisions.

You are not cattle... don't allow
yourselves to be treated as such!

Yeah!

We need to smash
the chains that bind us.

That's enough. That's enough!

All right, lads, break this up.

Come on, move it.
I said... move it!

Nothing to see, move along.
Move along.

Move along. Move along.

Let's do this.

Hurry. We have to go.
We have to go. Come on. This way.

Go on.

Keep alert, Murdoch,
we're inside the belly of the beast.

Emma, are you all right?

They charged us...
right in the middle of my speech.

They just want to oppress
the voice of the people.

Even in Canada?

Especially in Canada.

Miss Goldman, are you all right?
Yes, I'm all right.

I'll make you a cup of tea.
You do that.

I'll get you something stronger.

If you're approached by this man...

His name is Turner,
he's a reporter for the Gazette.

Reporter! Ha-ha!

His real name is...

- His real name is...
- Allen Clegg.

Mr Clegg.

I'm on official American Government
business. So stay out of my way.

Mr Clegg, what are you doing here?

The same as you... infiltrate this
vermin, find out what they're up to.

And what are they up to?
Fomenting dissent.

Were any of these people involved
in the market bombing? I don't know.

Miss Goldman wasn't... I can't
speak for the Toronto faction.

But I know what these
types are capable of. Types?

You remember Haymarket?
Chicago, Illinois...

eight dead officers of the law,
men like yourself.

What no-one mentions about Haymarket
is, those eight dead officers

were accidentally
shot by their fellow men.

The Anarchists lit the fuse...
they still died doing their duty.

You best not do anything
to expose me.

One question, Mr Clegg...
how is it that you are here

without the invitation
of the Canadian Government?

We don't need Canadian permission.

You most certainly do...

Shh!

My government was granted
permission to cross your border

by the British Foreign Office.

I believe their authority
exceeds yours.

Excuse me.

Damn high hat...
I don't trust any of them.

Anarchists? Americans.

Bloody hell.
It's what I saw, sir.

Both Agent Meyers and Detective
Murdoch were swept up in the crowd.

And then you lost them?
That, I did.

Has there been any word on Higgins?

Good news, sir... a couple of the
boys went down to pay their respects,

had a short chat with him.

He's drifting in and out of
consciousness. But he's on the mend?

It would appear so. Good, good.

Hey, you! Copper!

Shouldn't you be out
chasing the terrorist

that did this
to my establishment?

The investigation is ongoing, sir.

Yes, I can see it is. How you
will be able to apprehend anyone

while taking a stroll
with a trollop is beyond me.

Sir, I'll advise you to... Trollop?

I do not know who you think...!

Doctor, it's quite all right.

She's a doctor!
Now, haven't I seen it all?

You are about to see a lot more...

That's enough!
Dr Grace, over here, if you will.

And, you, I advise you to mind
your manners in the future, sir.

Do you often handle
abuse of that sort?

Policemen often suffer the slings
and arrows of the discontented.

So, what do you know about
these supposed Anarchists?

Not a great deal...
they seem a dastardly lot, though.

Do you know they practise free love?

What? Consider that.

The feeling of being able
to do what you want,

free of all of
society's constraints.

I imagine that would take
a degree of self-confidence.

What would you do...

if there was no-one in authority
to say what was or wasn't proper?

Oh, I...
I'm an officer of the law, Dr Grace.

I don't think in such terms.
Certainly.

But as a writer, I would
have thought you in possession

of a more daring soul.

They call themselves the Apaches.

Who? Who does?
The French avant garde.

Their music is so progressive,

it takes you to
the most sensual places.

Before you even know it,
your body is moving,

undulating,

writhing...

Go on.

It's hard to explain.
You should come with me some time.

There's a group from New York that
comes here from time to time.

Really? Where is this,
at Massey Hall, or...?

Ha! Erm, hardly.

They play in dark,
mysterious places.

Mmm.

I agree with Nellie Bly,
from the New York World.

You're a modern Joan of Arc.
Oh, Mr Pierce, really!

Your followers in Toronto,
especially myself,

are honoured you're here...
to listen to you speak,

it's as if you wield
the sword of truth.

I tell Emma that sometimes, she needs
to wield something more than words.

The police come at us,
all we do is run.

You're a firebrand, Alec.
Well, what good are words,

when they fall on deaf ears?
Sometimes, raw power
is the only thing people listen to.

And sometimes, violence only
serves to obscure the message.

And who are you, sir?

Another admirer, Miss Goldman.

He was at the rally. He and
his friend were almost arrested.

And what do you think?

Words are the only
weapons that matter.

Are you a pacifist?

Well, I won't strike first,
but I'll certainly strike back.

Then you're on our side.

The government strikes the
common man... we're fighting back.

A fist in the face deserves
two back, does it not, Mr Clegg?

You're damn right.

Madam, if you wish to try on
the merchandise, please consult me.

Sorry, sir.

I couldn't fail to see the damage...
was your building affected?

Thankfully, no.
Have they caught the culprits?

Not as far as I know.

You must be a brave man. Aren't
you worried about future attacks?

Of course not.

Constable!

How can I help you?

Actually, I was
wondering if I could...

Here.

Try this.

Actually, sir, that's my on-duty,
er, helmet, I'm required to...

Well, doesn't that look smashing?
Mmm.

Indeed, it does. I'm sure I couldn't
afford it. Of course you could.

I am having a moving sale.

In three weeks, Chez Lyon will be in
a much grander and safer place.

Perhaps you'd like to
attend our opening soiree?

What were you doing there?

I was trying to determine
if he had any useful information.

That's my job, not yours.

Hmm! What's so funny?

Perhaps it was that fiery temper
that attracted Mr Green.

Excuse me?
The owner of the hat shop.

He was immune to my charms,
but certainly not to yours.

That was quite a commotion,
the... market bombing. It was.

Was it a brave man
or a coward who did it?

I don't think I would know.

Is he among us?
I really have no idea.

But I can understand the anger.

When the government won't listen,
a reaction is inevitable.

Fortunately, I don't want
to change the government,

I just want the day
when it no longer exists.

That's an ideal I can't pretend to
understand. Then why are you here?

Miss Goldman has some
very good ideas.

She certainly does. Although...

I can't pretend to share
her faith in my fellow man.

When government
makes men's decisions,

tells them what they can and cannot
do, then how can we ever know

the true potential of what people...
not just men... are capable of?

People... are capable of good
and evil in equal measure.

Unfortunately, that much is true.

I spoke to a contact of mine
at the Municipal Records Office.

Part of good policing, Dr Grace,
is to build a network of sources,

and she told me something
very interesting.

She? Well, it's, er, good,
er, having a network of...

is good for a variety of things.

Our hat shop owner will be
disappointed to hear that.

It appears that Mr Green is
moving into a new establishment.

Didn't we know that already?

The building to which he is
moving is owned by Mr Howard Decker,

who owned the block of stores
that Mr Milne's shop was in.

And what does that mean?

Well, it's an
interesting coincidence.

So, what should we do with
this, Constable Crabtree?

Well, I'll submit these findings
to Detective Murdoch, of course.

Of course.
Well, what would you have me do?

He who hesitates is lost, George,
but I would imagine if you were

able to solve this puzzle on
your own, it would look good on you.

Anarcho-syndicalism
is a workable approach.

It treads a similar
path as Marxism, I fear.

It's no more than
a refinement of trade unionism.

Whatever you're saying...

These people are harmless.
They're just intellectuals.

Ha-ha!

Those are the ones
I worry about the most.

Intellectuals are the
most dangerous of all.

They're just young people with
their hearts in the right place...

even if their minds aren't.

Have you seen Agent Clegg?

I haven't, actually.
Well, as far as I'm concerned,

all of this Anarchist threat
is merely American paranoia.

Don't you read the newspapers,
Murdoch? These people are dangerous.

Anarchism is a global movement that
wants to topple our civilization.

Well, I don't think these
people are part of it.

What happened?

Sure you wouldn't like to
reconsider your assessment?

Bastards got what they deserved.

Push me into the wall. What?

Inspector, shove me!

Inspector, shove me!
Come here!

Agh!

I need to talk to you. About what?

Agh... Shut up!

Allen Clegg, sir.

The American agent? What about him?

I said, shut up!

He's also infiltrated
the Anarchists.

I've been keeping my eye on him.

He wasn't with us
when this bomb went off.

You think Clegg's got
something to do with this?

I don't know, sir,
but you need to find out.

Away you go, you scoundrel!

And you're lucky
I don't throw your arse in jail!

I hear you've released Wallace.

Bloody communist. I don't fancy
feeding him any more free lunches.

Mmm. Have you heard
anything from Murdoch yet?

No. Undercover?! I must say,
I admire the man's initiative.

Well, what do
you think, Brackenreid?

Well, two distinct bombs, sir.
Could mean two distinct bombers.

So is Murdoch barking
up the wrong tree?

We don't know that yet. Hmm.

You should lay
charges against that policeman.

I would have come to your aid,
but I was injured myself...

I got struck by a truncheon.
Are you all right?

Er, I'm not sure, actually. Here.

Could I have a word
with you, Mr Clegg?

Where were you at the
time of the explosion?

That's classified.

Mr Clegg, of everyone here, you are
the one who stands to gain the most

if violence were to break out.

You're walking on very
thin ice here, Murdoch.

As are you. One word from me
and your cover is blown.

If you interfere with
my mission, I'll...

Are you all right? Did you see?

Two sticks of dynamite
makes a hell of a bang.

You didn't? Yes... the
factory where you were speaking.

What were you thinking? They
won't even let me speak freely...

what happens from now on?!

They will listen,
see we're serious about change.

No, they will hunt us all down,
put us behind bars. It was stupid!

Was anyone killed or injured?
Not that I know of.

Well, at least that's something.
Violence will not help our cause.

Not here, not now!

You did the right thing, she's
just being emotional. Come on.

I have to get out of here.
That man knows me.

I'll handle it.

Hey. Who are you?
Albert Wallace... communist.

But I'm here to join the cause.

Any news, George?

Mr Decker's building has
been slated for demolition.

Shame it wasn't a bigger
explosion then!

It hospitalised my friend,
it was plenty big enough.

I'm sorry,
that was a foolish thing to say.

Dr Grace, look at this.

There are numerous law suits against
Mr Decker, all filed by Peter Milne.

It would appear that Mr Milne
had no intention of moving.

So Mr Decker felt compelled
to force him to leave?

But why destroy his own building?

Perhaps there were bigger rewards
with his building demolished?

The explosion outside the factory?

I've yet to determine how
he might benefit from that.

A distraction, perhaps. Mmm.

Make sure you keep Pierce here.
Got it.

You!

That man there,
he's a police officer!

He's right. He's right!
There's a snake in our midst!

Toronto Constabulary.
Mr Pierce, you're under arrest.

Let go of him! Emma, don't get
involved. You're too important.

Help me.

I can't.

You stand by your earlier statement?
I do.

I bombed the factory.

People could have been killed.
People are always killed.

Governments send men into war
without regard to their safety.

They take no responsibility for our
lives... why should I for theirs?

University of Toronto,
King's College...

you were an intelligent young man.

I AM an intelligent young man.

Then why do this?

For Emma.

She's turned her back on you.
She'll help me.

I know she will. I am a soldier.

I know she will come for me. No.

No, she won't.
This is your crime, and yours alone.

What will happen to me?

Two bombings. You'll likely spend
a great deal of time behind bars.

I didn't do the first one, I swear.
Only the second.

Who did the first bombing?
I don't know, I honestly don't know.

He told me it would impress her.
Who told you that?

Mr Clegg.

Is it possible then that Clegg was
responsible for the first bombing?

I wouldn't put it past him. Sirs...

What is it, Constable?
We're busy here. Go ahead, George.

I've discovered something at City
Hall that I believe is of interest.

Uh-huh. So what is it?

Well, pardon me, sir,
but this is for Detective Murdoch.

Well, this is very interesting,
George. I thought so, too, sir.

What's amusing? The Anarchists
may have been right all along.

I'm sorry, sir? It appears you've
stumbled onto a capitalist plot.

What is it, George?

I've prepared the evidence for your
interrogation of Mr Decker, sir.

Ah. I won't be needing it. Sir?

You'll be doing it, George.
Me? Why, yes.

You've gotten the case this far.
See it through to its conclusion.

Are you certain, sir? Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Sir, do you have any pointers
you'd care to share with me,

tricks of the trade, as it were?

Let him know, with all assurance,
that you think him guilty.

Well, do you, George...
think he's guilty?

What do you feel in your gut?
I believe he did it, sir.

Then it's his job to
convince you otherwise.

Off you go, George.

I am a busy man.
I will try to be brief.

Does this look familiar?

I can't say that it does.
That's curious.

This pipe was manufactured
by a company you own in Hamilton.

I'm not familiar with the day-to-day
operations of all my holdings.

Of course... a man of your station
wouldn't know the nitty-gritty...

Doctor Grace. Detective Murdoch.

Just seeing how George is doing.

George? '..Would you be
surprised if I told you'

that this pipe was one
of the components used in a bomb

used on Mr Milne's establishment?
You're not suggesting... What, sir?

While it may be Milne's store,
he is merely a tenant.

I wouldn't blow up my own building.

Really? Because according
to Municipal Records,

your building has been
slated for demolition for some time.

Proceedings were being held up

by a number of legal briefs
signed by Mr Milne.

He was a nuisance. He would be
gone by the end of the year.

I could wait.
I don't think you could, sir.

This is an agreement of sale.
Do you recognise it?

No.

That is a bald-faced lie...
this is an agreement

to sell your land
to the Dominion Bank,

who offered well above
market value for your property.

It was to be the site of their new
head office. Do you deny that?

Er...

Go on, George.
The sale was about to expire.

You knew Milne's refusal to leave

would scotch the deal...
hence you lanced the boil.

Do you deny THAT?

Good bit of detecting, George.
Thank you, sir.

Higgins! Good to see you, Henry!
How are you faring?

I'm well, George. I must admit,
my faculties are somewhat scrambled.

Er, back to normal then?!

It was a real page-turner, George.
What's that?

I found your book to be a real
page-turner... kept me up all night.

Well, thank you, Henry.

You should start another one.

You know, I think I will.
The muse has struck me.

I'm thinking of a female detective,

wise in the ways
of postmortem science...

Have you heard the news? What news?

Michael Decker will be spending
a long time behind bars. I saw.

You saw? You were watching me?

I, er, passed by while you were
conducting your interrogation,

I may have glanced in.

You presented yourself
quite forcefully.

Well, Mr Decker's bomb nearly
cost my friend Henry his life.

How is he faring? Well, thank you.

And thank you, Dr Grace,
for your stalwart support.

Oh, that's not necessary, George.

That's if you don't mind
me calling you that?

That would be fine, Doctor Grace.

Emily. Excuse me?

My name is Emily.

Rival.

Excuse me? The name
Emily, it means rival. It does.

It also means to excel.

A female becoming a doctor,
and at such a young age.

Hardly matches putting
a criminal behind bars.

Yes, no, I suppose not!

Well, I should go. Good day.

I must say,

I am... pleased that you have gained
a measure of self-confidence.

Bidding us farewell, Mr Clegg?
I could help with your bags.

I don't appreciate your tone.

I doubt the second bomb would have
occurred without your encouragement.

Ah, yes, the all-powerful word.

Young Mr Pierce will spend
the rest of his days behind bars.

I hold you responsible...

I don't give a devil what
you think... I've done my duty.

The American State Department
has cancelled

President McKinley's visit.

Let's go, Mr Clegg. Of course.

I and my new lady friend
Emma Goldman have a train to catch.

It'll be a damn long time
before you see

an American President
on foreign soil.

We'll keep our own safe, thank you.

It's my feeling you
make your own problems.

We're God's own country,
and we'll take our own counsel.

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