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There were several reports, sir.

But there was some confusion

as to whether people
heard one shot or two.

Now, this is where the
call about the body came in.

A police call box.

- Did the caller identify themselves?
- No, sir.

Sounds like the Hog's Head
Tavern is letting out, sir.

Why do people do this,
George? And why the 'wah hoo'?

Well, there are several variants, sir.

There is 'wah hoo', 'yeah hoo'.

I believe in Texas they say...

... 'yee haw'.

- Still quite warm.
- Sir, look.

Blood.

I killed him.

It's just a graze, you're very lucky.

If I was lucky, the dead
man would be under arrest

and I would be unscathed.

I think given how events played
out, I was rather unlucky.

Yes. How did events play out?

I came upon him
unexpectedly in the alley.

He was drunk and belligerent.
I tried to avoid him, but

he came straight at me.

How frightening.

He drew a pistol from his coat.

As I lifted my arm to block
the shot, he pulled the trigger.

What happened then?

We fought for control of
the weapon and it discharged.

I tried to save him,

but he died within seconds.

I'd never killed anyone before.

It's a terrible feeling.

The first time I ever killed
someone up close face-to-face

was in the line of duty.

Came at me with a knife. Had no choice.

Troubled me all the same.

And you say you didn't know this man?

- Not that I'm aware.
- Did he recognize you?

I don't know.

What are you thinking, Murdoch?

Well, I would certainly
like to know his motive.

What motive? He was
drunk and belligerent.

Sir, the man drew a pistol and shot.

Agreed. It was more than the
average Saturday night donnybrook.

Do you remember anything else?

What he said? How he looked at you?

My only true memories
are scattered impressions.

Anything else would be my own invention.

I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you more.

Well, we need to learn
the identity of the victim.

Victim?

Oh, yes. Of course he's the victim.

Look, Watts.

Go home. Take tomorrow off.

Go for a walk in the park.

- Get your mind off this.
- Yes. I think that's best.

Julia, could you oversee this one?

- It's not that I don't trust Miss Hart.
- I understand.

- I'll let her know.
- Thank you.

- What have you, George?
- Sir.

I've identified two sets of
fingermarks on the weapon.

Detective Watts and the victim?

That's correct. I found four casings.

Two had been fired, two
bullets were still in there.

The only slightly odd thing about that

is this revolver is built to take five.

Other than that, I lifted
a partial thumbmark,

but it belongs to neither man.

The gun could have been
borrowed, I suppose.

Or stolen.

Good point. He's likely a criminal.

Check the photographs. We
have a city-wide directory now.

- Get Henry to help you.
- Sir.

- Have I lost your confidence, Detective?
- Miss Hart.

You yourself have in fact
complimented me on my abilities.

A police detective has killed a man,

under suspicious circumstances.

It's not my trust at issue.
It's the trust of the mayor,

the chief constable, the public.

I see your abilities.

They see a young, inexperienced
woman who is not yet a doctor.

- Let's begin, shall we?
- Yes.

Powder burns on wound
opening are consistent

with Detective Watts' account.

Very close range, within inches.

The bullet has yet to be extracted,

but the opening is consistent
with a 38 caliber weapon.

As for the time of death,

rectal temperature
recorded at 93 degrees.

Ambient temperature
recorded at 62 degrees

- and diminishing at a rate...
- Your estimate is all I require.

I wanted to be sure
Dr. Ogden was confident.

I have complete confidence in
your method of calculations.

Time of death?

Midnight, give or take 30 minutes.

Is that in accordance
with your expectations?

It is. Thank you.

Let's continue, shall we?

What's become of this
city that a policemen

would be targeted in a murderous attack?

For Pete's sake!

Higgins! Wake up!

It's Higgins-Newsome, if you don't mind.

Higgins, that's the third time
you've nodded off this week.

Is married life really so boisterous?

It's not that.

- I took a second job.
- You?

- You barely have enough energy for one.
- I know.

But it's been hard on Ruth.

She's not used to penury of the sort

that you and I are accustomed too.

Her hairdressing bill
alone is half my wage.

Well, maybe she should
start doing her own hair.

I don't know, George. She's
already given up truffles

- and her chocolate delivery service...
- Chocolate...

Right then, what's
this job you've taken?

Night watchman.

- Sounds easy enough.
- I thought so too!

I was hoping I'd be
able to sleep there, but

they've got these hellish new machines

that I have to punch
every hour on my rounds.

Well, you can't sleep
here either, Higgins.

If you're going to have another job,

it should be one that
has you home by bedtime.

- There are none.
- That's bollocks. I've been looking for a mechanic

for the auto repair shop for weeks now.

There are plenty of jobs if
you're a mechanic or a doctor.

I have no skills.

Maybe you need to get some.

Or better yet, invent your own job.

Should I invent someone
to pay my wages too?

Higgins. What do people want?

What can you supply?
What are you good at?

I'm a good singer.

Anything but that.

I once won a contest for
reciting the alphabet backwards.

Higgins. You are also the
co-owner of an automobile.

That just gets me to the
job that I don't have faster.

Yes, but perhaps it
could get other people

to where they need to go.

Like a cabbie?

A motorized cabbie.

How do I get customers?

Drive down the street
yelling, "Cabbie for hire?"

You could. Or you could advertise

and you could get one of
those messaging services

to dispatch your calls.

Huh.

Maybe.

Wait a minute, Higgins. Turn back.

What?

That's him.

Who?

That's our victim, Higgins.
You fell asleep on him.

Nigel Baker.

Murderer, recently released.

That's him. That's my son, dear God.

I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Baker.

When did you last see your son?

We were at Hog's Head
Tavern with his friends.

We were celebrating his release.

He left shortly before I
did. About eleven o'clock.

Your son attacked and shot

- a police detective.
- What?

And he was killed in
the ensuing struggle.

How? Who?

A Detective Watts.

- Does that name sound familiar?
- No.

Can you think of any reason why your son

would do something like this?

My son wasn't treated
very fairly by the police.

- He was convicted on bad evidence.
- Yes.

But the conviction was overturned.

He was out on the street, a free man.

But he still lost
four years of his life.

Hardly a reason to shoot
at a police officer.

I know you're trying to understand
what happened, Detective.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

It doesn't make sense.

That's the trouble with you, Murdoch.

You insist on the world making sense.

Sir, people don't just go around

shooting someone they
don't know for no reason.

What if he just wanted to?

- What have you, George?
- Sir, a case file for Nigel Baker.

Apparently, he was some sort
of gang leader in the west end.

- Reputed to be ruthless.
- West end.

That's Watts old stomping ground.

I'm surprised he didn't recognize him.

George, that murder
conviction, who was the victim?

Sir, this man.

Daniel Marks. 20 years old.

Lived in the same
neighbourhood as Baker.

Apparently, Mr. Marks
had reported on a robbery

that Nigel Baker had
committed, and presumably,

Baker killed him in retaliation.

I also found out Nigel Baker

was at the Hog's Head
Tavern until 11:00.

And by the time he
left, by all accounts,

he was well into his cups.

Detective Murdoch.

You've determined the
fingermarks on the weapon

- were from Mr. Baker's right hand, correct?
- Correct.

And Detective Watts claims

that the gun was still in
Baker's hand when it discharged?

I believe they were both struggling
for control of the weapon.

Well, Miss Hart has discovered
something quite interesting.

Miss Hart?

If what the detective said is true,

the bullet would have traveled
from the victim's right

to his left from the point of entry.

But I tracked the path of the
bullet and found that it had in fact

traveled from his left to his right.

Right.

You're Baker.

You're trying to shoot me

- and I'm trying to stop you.
- Mm-mm.

Bam! Haha!

- Bloody hell, Higgins!
- Are you all right, sir?

Henry...

We're trying to demonstrate
how the weapon discharged.

Not engage in an actual fight!

Sorry, sir, but it's
what he'd have done.

One of them would have, sir.

They were in a fight for
their lives, were they not?

I hate to say it, but
he does have a point.

Out the way, Higgins.

Let the dog see the
rabbit. Right, then. So,

what if Watts did give
him the knee? You're Baker.

You're taken by surprise. Your
arm relaxes. I turn it around.

Yes, sir, but at no point
does the gun come 'round

far enough to shoot him from the left.

So I have to wrest that
free to be able to do that.

So, Watts had control of the
weapon when he shot Baker.

Odd that he didn't mention that.

Perhaps he thought it
was too incriminating.

- That's what worries me.
- Sir, I just spoke to John.

He said Watts was in a hurry when
he left the station last night.

And he was heading for
the Hog's Head Tavern.

That's where Nigel Baker
was drinking that night.

Bring him in, Crabtree.

- Put this away.
- Sir.

Yes, I was going to The Hog's Head.***

Why?

A man claimed he had information for me.

- Regarding?
- He didn't say.

Nor did he give me his name,
if that's what you're wondering.

Could it have been Nigel Baker?

Are you thinking I was lured there?

- Did you know Nigel Baker?
- I knew of him.

He was one of those trouble
makers from St. Patrick Square.

There was a gang of them.

Last I heard, he'd been convicted

of murdering a young man
from the neighbourhood.

Yes. The conviction had been overturned.

I should have known that, I suppose.

Do you recall the Daniel Marks case?

Of course. I was just
a constable at the time,

- but I took an interest.
- Did you work the case?

No. Not directly.

Although we all helped out.

It was outrageous, what
he did to that poor man.

- Did you know Daniel Marks?
- Not to speak to.

He lived up on William Street.

So, you had no particular
grievance with Nigel Baker?

Are you asking if I shot him on purpose?

Whose hand was around the pistol

- when it discharged?
- His.

Are you certain?

Of course I'm not certain.

Memories are fragmentary
impressions at best.

The mind moves like
a flock of starlings.

It's hard to pin down a
thought, let alone a memory.

Why are you asking?

Have you found a
discrepancy in my account?

Nigel Baker was shot from the left side.

And you want to know
if I wrested the gun

from his grasp and then shot him?

Yes.

If that's what the evidence shows,

that must be what happened.

What I can tell you
with absolute certainty

is that I did not shoot Nigel
Baker with malice aforethought.

I'm not sure Detective
Watts is capable of lying.

Even to save someone's feelings.

In my experience,

anyone is capable of lying if
the incentive is strong enough.

- Have you ever lied to me?
- Never.

Is that a lie?

I suppose it's possible, but
I honestly can't remember.

Julia,

do you remember your
fight with Eva Pearce?

More than I care to.

Every detail?

Well, I was in a fight for my life.

And I've relived that
moment countless times.

It's very emblazoned in memory.

Detective Watts had a
similar fight with Mr. Baker.

They wrestled for a gun,
and Watts killed him.

- That's still self-defence.
- Yes, but

Detective Watts claims
not to remember that.

- And you want to know if that's possible?
- Yes.

Well, it is certainly unusual, but

every mind is different.

HMS Cabbies. How regal!

It stands for Higgins-Newsome
Motorized Service. Ha! Ha!

Well, congratulations, Higgins.

You're now your own best employee.

Higgins-Newsome.

- Yes...
- George.

- Did you find out anything?
- Sir,

I'm not sorry Nigel Baker is dead.

- Indeed.
- He was one of those chaps who

is cruel just for the fun of it.

He tortured Daniel Marks
before he killed him.

Did you find out why the
verdict was overturned?

They didn't say, sir. I gather

it's something of an
embarrassment for them.

All it says in the file is that

the murder weapon was no
longer of evidentiary value.

Interesting.

Who do you know well, over
at Station House Number One?

- I used to work with Constable Baxter.
- Alright.

See if he's willing
to discuss it with you.

Also, please bring in
Nigel Baker's father.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

Right then, I'll head
over to Station House One.

You collect the father.

Henry?

I'm sorry to trouble
you again, Mr. Baker.

I won't take up much of your time.

I'll be happy to help you,
Detective. Any way I can.

I want to know why your son's
conviction was overturned.

Because all of the evidence
they used to convict him

was manufactured by the police.

How so?

All of the evidence they had
on Nigel was circumstantial,

except for what they claimed
to be the murder weapon.

- Which was?
- A knife. My son's.

He never denied owning
it. He had it for years.

And how did they determine
this to be the murder weapon?

There was a thumbmark on the blade
that belonged to Daniel Marks.

- Well, that would be damning.
- And it was.

But Nigel was adamant

that the police put the
thumbmark on the knife.

My son was never above
evading the truth,

but I could tell that he
wasn't lying this time.

And so, we got a court order
to re-examine the weapon

and we found that the victim's thumbmark

was indeed on the murder weapon.

It was from the wrong hand, Detective!

The police were so corrupt and hell-bent

to prosecute my son.

They were stupid.

Higgins-Newsome.

- Sir.
- Any luck, George?

Sir, luck is not the word.

Not only did Constable Baxter
remember the disputed evidence,

he was the reason it was
disputed in the first place.

- Go on.
- Apparently,

the victim's right thumbmark

was found on the blade
of Nigel Baker's knife.

Yes, I've heard the same.

Right. And a deep gash on
Daniel's right hand suggested

he had grabbed the knife trying
to prevent further attack.

With that evidence, they had
Nigel Baker dead to rights.

So, what happened?

So, Constable Baxter
is cataloging evidence.

He has the knife there, on his desk.

There's some sort of melee
outside and he goes to help.

By the time he gets back,

the thumbmark has been
wiped clean of the blade.

And without the thumbmark,
there would be no way to prove

- it was the murder weapon.
- Baxter was beside himself, but

another constable told him

he would take care of it.

I should have told you.

You replaced the thumbmark.

It wasn't difficult. The victim's
corpse was still in the morgue.

Clearly a bit more difficult
than you had thought.

You replaced it with the wrong thumb.

I get left-right mixed
up. Same with East-West.

Up-down, North-South, I'm quite good at.

Why would you take such a risk?

To the case? To yourself?

Because it was my fault.

I was the one who told Constable
Baxter to leave his desk.

To aid with the melee outside?

Baker's boys had started it, obviously.

It was an idiot trap
and I was the idiot.

I had to make it right.

It wasn't right, of course.
It destroyed the case.

And it's now destroyed my career.

He fixed evidence?

That would explain why
he seemed so evasive.

He didn't want us to find out.

Well, you can't blame him for that.

It'll mean the end of his job.

It also explains why
Nigel Baker attacked him.

How did Baker know that Watts
would go down that alley?

It's the shortest distance
from Station House Four.

It saves him having to
go down to Queen Street.

So, Nigel Baker called Watts and
lured him to the Hog's Head Tavern.

He then confronted him en route,

no doubt intending to return to
the tavern to secure his alibi.

Sirs.

I just spoke to Constable Baxter.

There is no way Watts put that
thumbmark back on the knife blade.

- Why's that?
- Watts said he got that thumbmark from the morgue.

But he couldn't have. By that time,

the body had already been transported
to the funeral home for burial.

Why would he lie about that?

I don't know, but I
telephoned the mortician

and he said it was a closed casket.

He said the only people who
would have access to that body

- would be immediate family.
- And they are?

There's only one. A
brother, Hubert Marks.

He lives in a rooming
house up on Pembroke St.

Great. Let's have a word with him.

Detective.

I just spoke to another border.

He says Hubert does some
work as a street sweep.

- Should be back by nightfall.
- We'll have to come back.

Sir, look at this.

He was a look-alike twin.

My god, it would be hard to
lose a brother in such a way.

Do you suppose this is another brother?

Not a brother, George.

Oh, my God.

Detective Watts.

I remember this.

It was taken shortly after I moved in.

You lived with the Marks twins?

The landlady's family took
me in after my parents died.

Odd that you didn't mention it.

- Well, I knew what you would think.
- Oh? And what's that?

That I had reason to kill Nigel Baker.

- Did you?
- Did I have reason?

Nigel Baker tortured
and killed a man I...

A man who was in every way my brother.

Someone who deserved my protection.

I had ample reason to kill Nigel Baker.

But as I have already made
clear, I didn't recognize him.

So did I kill him with intention? No.

Am I sorry he's dead?

No, I'm not.

To be honest, even if given
the chance to exact my revenge,

I'm not even sure I'm capable of it.

Obviously, my philosophy
rejects the very idea.

No one asks to be the way they are,

not even boys like Nigel Baker.

"Boy"?

You knew him as a child?

He was the same age as Hubert and Danny.

Lived a few doors
down on William Street.

Even then, you could tell there
was something wrong with him.

Most bullies have a
purpose in their torment.

They seek status. Protection.

Nigel Baker was only happy
when he could cause pain.

He delighted in it.

And boys like Hubert
and Danny, they were

fodder for his cruelty.

You were their protector.

When I could be.

I reported his deeds to his father,

but Mr. Baker could never
accept the truth about Nigel.

Poor, sweet boy.

Higgins-Newsome.

Sir. I spoke to Hubert Marks' landlady.

She said he left the night before last.

Threw everything in a gunny sack.

- Where was he headed?
- He didn't say.

Um. Interesting. Why
would he leave town?

And on the night of the shooting?

Perhaps Hubert Marks shot Nigel Baker?

George, on the night of the shooting,

you said there was confusion
about how many shots were heard.

That's right. Most people heard two.

Some only heard one. And then,

there was an elderly lady
who said she heard three,

but she might have been a bit daft.

I believe three shots
were fired that night.

George, when you went back to the alley,

did you find the bullet
that injured Watts?

Yes, sir. Embedded in the alley
wall, just where you said it would be.

I'd like you to go back there and
see if you can find a second bullet.

Sir, right away.
Alright then, Higgins...

Oh, bloody hell! Where is he?

Oh, for Pete's sake.

On the night of your
confrontation with Nigel Baker,

some people reported hearing
one shot. Others, two.

And one person reported hearing three.

Is this a riddle, Detective?

Can you explain it?

All right. One shot was separated
in time from the other two.

Only one person heard all three.

No reason to think the two are related.

It was Saturday night.
The bars were closing up.

This is Toronto, Watts.
Not the Wild West.

I believe all of the shots
came from the same gun.

- Why is that?
- We found four cartridges

in a five shot revolver.

I can't speak to that. I
never loaded the cartridges.

No, but you removed one.

You received a telephone
call that Hubert Marks

was calling from the Hog's Head Tavern.

He was intent on killing Nigel Baker.

Hubert, listen to me.

You couldn't talk him out of
it, so you told him to stay

- at the Tavern and wait for you.
- Just wait there!

♪ Billy Boy, Billy Boy ♪

♪ Can she bake a cherry pie? ♪

Nigel!

So, shoot!

You haven't the guts.
Neither did Daniel.

Hubert! Hubert.

Hubert. Hubert, give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

You have to leave Toronto.

I had to do it.

He had to pay for what he did to Danny.

Yeah. Have you got money?

31 dollars.

You take this.

Go to Union Station,

take the next train to Buffalo
and find a cheap boarding house.

Send me a postcard to let
me know you're all right,

- but don't put your name on it.
- I'm sorry, Lewey.

I will find you. All right?

Now, go.

No, none of that happened.

But it is an engaging theory.

I may have guessed the
details but not the substance.

Hubert Marks killed Nigel
Baker and you've covered it up.

How do you account for
the two extra shots?

Now, go.

You needed to make
your story convincing.

And you needed witnesses
to report hearing two shots

in quick succession. So,
you fired off another.

That left three empty
casings in the gun.

So you removed one.

And you placed Nigel Baker's
fingermarks on the weapon.

Well, I suppose your
theory is consistent

with the facts as you know
them. But so is my account.

Hubert Marks left his place of residence

on the night of the shooting
and hasn't been back since.

He didn't return to his job the next day

and according to his landlady,

he left carrying a gunny sack.

Yes, a man he'd helped convict

had just been released from prison.

I'd want to make myself scarce too.

- Where is he?
- I am not my brother's keeper.

Nigel Baker was killed

by a man in full possession
of the murder weapon.

- I've explained that.
- Your explanation makes no sense!

Watts. He may not even be charged.

Murder requires Mens Rea.

He's capable of guilt!

He's a man full of feelings
and insight. And you're wrong.

I didn't see him that night.
I don't know where he's gone.

I don't know what he's doing.

I stand by my story and
have nothing else to say.

You think I'm lying?

Prove it.

We're looking for a hole
from a 38 caliber bullet.

Now, it may be scuffed
over and hard to find,

so we'll have to look closely.

If Watts was standing right about here,

then the bullet may have been discharged

anywhere around here.

What if he shot into the air?

Then our search will be
unsuccessful, I suppose.

Until then, get your eyes on the ground.

My goodness, John, sometimes
you remind me of Higgins.

Where is Constable
Higgins-Newsome, anyway?

That's something known
only to Higgins-Newsome.

Something smells dead.

That may be from the body that was here.

I don't think so.

That's Hubert Marks.

John, go fetch Detective Murdoch.

Two people have
been here, George.

The killer and someone else.

- A man, by the looks of it.
- An accomplice?

Or someone who happened
on the scene after.

Sir.

Bullets.

38 caliber. The same as I
found in Nigel Baker's gun.

I don't believe the gun
ever belonged to Nigel Baker.

- It belonged to this man.
- How did it end up in Baker's hand?

That is what we're here
to determine, George.

William, what have we?

Oh, dear.

How awful.

He's fully cooled.

Could he have been killed
the night before last?

- That would be consistent.
- What's your thinking, George?

Sir, I saw photographs
of Daniel Mark's body.

The manner of torment is...

Yes. I believe Nigel Baker
is responsible for this.

Higgins-Newsome.

I'll be right there.

Sir.

I have some bad news.

Go on.

Hubert Marks is dead.
Nigel Baker killed him.

- Bloody Hell.
- That's not the worst of it.

There was a second set of
shoeprints at the scene.

I believe they may
belong to Detective Watts.

Detective Watts received the
telephone call that night

from Hubert Marks,
who said he was intent

- on killing Nigel Baker.
- Hubert...

♪ Can she bake a cherry pie ♪
♪ Billy Boy, Billy Boy... ♪

Nigel!

So, shoot!

You haven't the guts.

Hubert Marks
confronted Nigel Baker.

But Mr. Baker got
the better of him.

♪ Oh, where are you been ♪
♪ Billy Boy, Billy Boy ♪

♪ Oh, were have you been ♪
♪ Charming Billy ♪

Nigel Baker forced
Hubert Marks into the shed

and killed him.

Detective Watts arrived in the alley

just as Nigel Baker
stepped out of the shed.

He entered the shed himself

and found Hubert dead.

He then found Hubert Marks'
revolver and took it with him.

Nigel Baker!

- Who are you?
- Llewellyn Watts. Don't you remember?

Hubert and Daniel were my brothers.

So it was out and out murder, then?

So it would appear.

- Are you Mr. Peartree?
- No, that would be me.

Oh...

And where would you
like to go today, sir?

Cut it, Higgins. Just take
me back to the Station.

My last fare didn't pay,

- so I'll need payment in advance.
- Pay, Higgins!

Are you kidding? You should be paying me

for the extra wear and tear
you've put on the vehicle,

not to mention the extra work

I've been doing for
you back at the station.

And of all things, Higgins,

to use our Front Desk Sergeant
as your own personal dispatcher?

I couldn't find a message service.

And Paddy had no problem
putting through the calls,

so what's the harm?

Truly, Higgins? I tell you
what, we'll ask the Inspector

what the harm is.

I guess I'll go back to
being a night watchman, then.

If you're looking for sympathy,
you'll get none from me.

This thing's been
giving me trouble today.

You're not kidding.

Where are you going?

- To get my auto mechanic.
- What for? I can fix it.

- You can?
- It's just this doodad that's come loose.

- "Doodad"?
- In behind the thing-a-ma-bob.

I've only been able
to finger tighten it,

but when I get home, I'll use
a proper wrench. It's fine.

So? Am I to assume you have your proof?

You had a theory.

Oh, I've since changed my theory.

I no longer believe Hubert
Marks killed Nigel Baker.

No, that was you.

Well... Good. That's what
I've been saying all along.

But I don't believe it was self defense.

It was murder.

- What?
- We found this in a shed

near where you confronted Nigel Baker.

I believe you were there that night.

You've since changed your shoes,

but that's your bloody footprint.

Whose blood?

No.

No.

No!

NO!

Do you think it was an act?

No, sir. I don't believe it was.

He really didn't know Hubert was dead?

I thought it best to leave him
alone with his grief for a time

before I question him any further.

Poor bugger. What a way to find out.

So, if Watts didn't kill
Nigel Baker and Hubert didn't,

then who the bloody hell did?

I'm sorry for your loss.

And the manner in
which you learned of it.

You should have stuck
with your first theory.

You were right about everything.

Except Hubert.

You were wrong about that.

You thought Hubert had
killed Nigel and then fled?

Before you brought me back
in, I went to his room.

His landlady told me he'd
packed up the night before.

He'd planned it all out.

He was going to kill
Nigel and then flee.

So when I learned that
wasn't the truth of it...

When Danny was killed,
Hubert was broken.

They'd always had each other.

Danny was the funny one.
Always cracking jokes.

Hubert went into a hole.

He was going to kill Nigel then.

I promised him that
justice would be done

and I saw to that.

We both did.

It was Hubert that replaced the
fingermark on Nigel Baker's knife.

I couldn't take the chance of
being seen alone with the corpse.

As soon as the thumbmark
magically reappeared,

they would have gone searching.

And they did.

And Nigel convinced his
father to petition the courts

to re-examine the evidence.

That's when they found the
thumbmark came from the wrong hand.

Hubert never could tell left from right.

One bad piece of evidence
can taint the whole case.

So they threw out the conviction.

They had to.

So,

who did kill Nigel Baker?

I don't know.

Come on.

We know that Hubert
wanted to confront Nigel.

And we know how that
confrontation ended.

Someone in his own gang, maybe?

Nigel gets out of jail,
tries to retake control.

He was killed with Hubert's
gun. I recognized it.

Whoever killed Nigel was with
Nigel when he killed Hubert

or happened on the scene shortly after.

Hubert wouldn't have confronted Nigel

if he was with someone else.

According to witnesses, Nigel Baker
left the Hog's Head Tavern alone.

Why would he have gone down
that alley in the first place?

It's a short cut between
Soho and Williams street.

That's where Nigel lived.

Who else knows this?

Everybody who lives on Williams street.

It's their family home. His
father still lives there.

His father stated that he left the
Hog's Head shortly after his son.

And he seemed more shocked at the how

than the fact that his
son had been murdered.

He would have taken
the same shortcut home.

Every parent wants to believe
the best of their children.

I always knew that Nigel
possessed a hard soul...

... but I was blind to
the depths of his cruelty.

You believed him to be innocent
of Daniel Marks' murder?

He insisted that the thumbmark had
been placed there by the police.

And when we learned that was the truth,

yes, Detective, I believed
my son was innocent.

It was my doing,

and my tireless advocacy that
unleashed... unleashed him

and all his sickness
on that poor young man.

I had to make it right.

Dear God!

Higgins, do you know
what a fly wheel is?

There are wheels that can fly?

Maybe this is not such a good idea.

I'm not a mechanic, George.

But you said yourself that
I have more aptitude for this

than you had thought
possible. That is true.

The rest is just training, isn't it?

I tell you what. Half-a-buck
per shift until you know

what you're doing and then,
we'll bump it up from there.

Thank you, George. I
really appreciate this.

Alright, Higgins, but you
can't be your lazy normal self.

- You have to actually work.
- I won't let you down.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Now, that thing-a-ma-bob we
were talking about earlier?

The thing-a-ma-bob, by the way, Higgins,

- is the fly wheel.
- Alright, where is it?

- Here.
- And how does it work?

I'm not taking your
bloody badge. Put it back.

If I do, you will be as guilty as I.

I too once faced a choice
between duty and conscience.

I also chose the latter.

We're only bloody human, Watts.

When we're wronged, we seek justice.

Where is that to be found?

I've been asking myself that.

To be honest, I'm unable
to think of much else.

You seek justice.

I crave it. If I could,
I would demand it.

I want the man who killed my
brothers to feel their pain.

To feel my grief at what he did to them.

But he's dead.

At the hands of his father.

Did he even know why?

I don't know.

And now, the father will likely hang.

Is that justice?

Of a sort, I suppose.

Then why don't I feel better?

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