All language subtitles for S14E02

What does it matter, George?

Well, it's a bit troubling, sir.

I mean, she's a lawyer.
I'm just a constable.

And an author.

Sadly, sir, not an occupation
that pays terribly well.

George, I highly doubt
Miss Newsome

is after you for your money.

Take Doctor Ogden and myself.

I am just a policeman,
and she's --

- She's a surgeon.
- Yes.

- And a psychiatrist.
- Yes.

And a coroner.

Sir, I'd wager there is nothing
that woman can't do

when she sets her mind to it.

Exactly. She is
very accomplished.

So by your logic, there is
no reason anyone would assume

that she would be interested
in someone like myself.

Yes, sir, but you are
terribly handsome.

- Inspector, what do you think?
- About what?

Why Miss Newsome
would be interested in me?

Because the world is
full of mysteries, Crabtree.

Perhaps she enjoys
having someone to look down on.

But I suppose that could be
half the bloody human race.

How long's he been here?

About half an hour.

Has anybody got him
a cup of tea?

Higgins did, I believe.

Bloody hell, that's not
exactly putting

our best foot forward, is it?

Crabtree, make yourself useful.

Arthur.

- Tom.
- It's been a while.

What brings you here?
Please, have a seat.

Not good news I'm afraid.

Well, maybe I can help.

I'll get straight to the point.

It's about your son.

- John?
- Robert.

Bobby. What did he do?

There's no easy way
to put this, Tom.

He's under suspicion for murder.

That's ridiculous.

I'm afraid it isn't.

We have an eyewitness.

I don't care what you have.
My son is not a murderer.

Look, let me talk to him.
I'll sort this out.

- I can't do that.
- Why not?

Because I don't know
where he is.

He's on the run, Tom.

I'm only telling you this
out of courtesy.

As far as
the Hamilton Constabulary

are concerned, your son
is a wanted and dangerous man.

That was Inspector Dreadnaught

of the Hamilton Constabulary,
was it not?

You win a biscuit, Murdoch.

Is there something
he needs our help with?

Is there something you need?

If there was, I would have
bloody well told you.

He's in a foul mood.

- Indeed.
- Sir.

- Yes?
- I appreciate

your words earlier.

I've been thinking.

Perhaps Miss Newsome
is my Doctor Ogden.

A woman of low standards?

I'd prefer to think
of impeccable taste, sir.

Ah.

Detective Watts.

Yes?

Find out what's been going on
in Hamilton, would you?

Anything specifically?

I'm sure Hamilton is a hotbed
of criminal activity.

Anything that may directly
impact our Inspector.

Hmm.

Paper! Get your paper!
Latest headlines!

An eventful day, George?

Oh, not particularly.

Well, that's a blessing.

Although not good
for my business.

I still don't know why you
insist on defending criminals.

Well, it's safe to say,
not everyone

you arrest is a criminal.

So you doubt my ability?

Not yours necessarily, but not
everyone in your occupation

is the sharpest knife
in the drawer.

Shall we eat?

Well, the meat loaf at Scott's
is half price on Thursday.

George, the cost of a meal is
hardly a gauge of its quality.

Why don't we splurge?

Oh, before we go, there's
someone I'd like you to meet.

Dorothy?

She's my new secretary.

Well, aren't we doing well.

Only three months
into the business

and hiring help already.

Dorothy, this is my friend,
George Crabtree.

George, Dorothy.
My new secretary.

Mr. Crabtree,
pleased to meet you.

Crabtree?
What an unusual name.

A pleasure to meet you
none the less.

- You
- Yes?

Nothing.

Well, if there is anything I can
do for you, please let me know.

Miss Newsome has shown me
such kindness.

And I would like to repay it.

Do I know you?

What a curious thing to say.
I don't think so.

I mean, how would we
possibly know one another?

But if you would
like to get to know me,

it would be my pleasure.

Well, George, shall we?

It seems I do have an urge
for half-priced meat loaf.

Julia?

Julia?

Oh, don't thank me.
I didn't do a thing.

Who then?

Guilty as charged.
I hope you like it.

Mrs. Huckabee, this is
hardly necessary --

Oh, shush.
And how many times do I have

to tell you, it's Goldie.

And I just can't tell you
how sorry I am.

I've been horrible to you.

Accusing you of my poor
Raymond's murder

when you had not
a sausage to do with it.

Well, all's well that ends well.

It didn't end well, for --

I'm sorry.
I see what you mean.

I'm still a little --
but please, eat, enjoy.

Oh.
You won't be joining us?

I can't.

But thank you so much
for the invitation.

I'll be over in the morning
to clear up the mess.

Ah. That's hardly necessary.

Oh, but it is.

Thank you so much for being
such wonderful friends.

I'll see my own way out.

Well...

Did you see her prepare
any of this?

I didn't.

Oh.

Perhaps I'll
eat something later.

You think that she did
something to it?

Oh, no. I'm just not hungry
at the moment.

Well, it seems a shame to let it
all go to waste.

It does.

But I'm not feeling
very hungry either.

It smells all right.

It does.

You first.

Cheers.

It happened outside
the Sword and Sheath Tavern.

A number of boys from the
Wickford Academy went there.

And you let boys
from a boarding school

go to a public house
and drink till all hours?

No different than what you and I
did when we were lads, Tom.

Hm. Then what happened?

There were fights between
the boarders

and the local lads
from time to time.

Usually nothing more
than a couple

bleeding lips and shiners.

And what happened to my son?

Allegedly.

Your son and a local boy,
Gerard Lacroix,

had a bit of a feud going.

What was this feud about?

They simply
didn't like each other.

I'd broken up fights between the
two of them from time to time.

And you never told me?

The night Gerard was killed,

the bartender had
tossed your son out.

When Gerard left,
your boy set on him.

He hit him repeatedly.

Gerard never came to.

And you arrested Bobby?

He fled the scene.

So you never talked to him?

Well, there was a witness, Tom.
He saw the whole thing.

I'll need to talk
to this witness.

- I already have.
- Well, I haven't.

I need a name.

- My turf, Tom.
- And my son.

That trumps your bleeding turf
any day of the week.

If you won't help me,
I'll find out myself.

Now, George,
that seems unbelievable.

- No, it isn't.
- My secretary kidnapped you?

You know that for certain?

Well, no.
Not for certain.

But she looks like the woman
who kidnapped me.

She sounds like the woman
who kidnapped me.

I thought you said
she left town.

Well, I believed she had.

Alright, we'll ask her tomorrow.

Oh, right.
And what do you propose?

I just walk up to her and say,
"Oh, excuse me,

are you the woman
who held me hostage?"

Effie, I think you should be
careful around her.

Oh, George, I shall.

Will you be providing me
with a weapon?

Don't mock me.

I do try not to.

Look at this, Thomas,
what a surprise.

It is, but a bit unexpected.

Good to see you, too.

I just thought I would
like to drop in.

We're having chicken.
Your favorite.

Not right now.

Then come, sit.

Visit.

In a bit.

I should like to apologize
for my husband.

Please don't.
I'm used to his manner.

Hm.

- I got a bite.
- Reel it in!

- It's a big one.
- It's not boring now, is it?

It's really big!

Close enough to feel the wind
as they passed, Bobby.

Detective Murdoch will win,
right, Father?

I suppose anything is possible.

But it wasn't my fault.
I was reaching for it first.

I know, I know,
I believe you, Bobby.

Anything troubling you?

No. No.
It's just been a long day.

You're sure?

If my visit was ill-advised.

It's nothing to do with that.

- Who's this?
- That's Bobby.

My youngest.

I've told you about him.

I've never met him.

Where is he?

He's in Hamilton,
at boarding school.

I've not seen him for a while.

And you're sure nothing's wrong?

Nothing that concerns you.

I shall not bother you, then.

I didn't mean it like that.

Have you and Margaret
saved me some chicken?

Beaks and feet.

When was this taken?

A few years ago,
maybe six or seven.

A handsome family.

This was circulating
at the Hamilton Constabulary.

Robert Brackenreid, sir?

I'm afraid so.

The younger, young Brackenreid.

Apparently he's been on the run
for the last three days.

Little Bobby.
That's hard to believe.

The Inspector knows about this?

I suspect he does.

What are we supposed to do?

Help him.

Dr. Ogden?

Miss Hart.

Should I inquire?

I'm testing for poisons
in last night's dinner.

And have you found any?

No.

Were you expecting to?

I don't know. Perhaps.

It was prepared for us
by our neighbor last night.

Well, the beef does look
a little overdone.

And you think your neighbor is
in the business

of attempting to poison you?

Well, she did think that William
killed her husband.

I see.

But it appears that my
imagination is the only culprit.

- Sir?
- I'm busy, Murdoch.

Sir, I need to speak --

Did you not hear
what I just said?

There's somewhere I need to be.

Bloody Margaret.

I beg your pardon?

She wants me to come home
for lunch.

Does the woman not know
I'm working?

What is it that's so important?

Look who's home!

Father.

Look, it's Bobby.

Our family's together again.

Isn't it wonderful?

Robert, stand up.

I want to know why you're here.

I came home to see my family.

Don't lie to me.

Did you do it?

What are you
talking about? Do what?

No, I didn't.

That's not what the police
are saying.

Thomas!

And you'd believe them over me?

What -- What's going on here?

Thomas, what is going on?

The Hamilton Police tell me
that our son killed another boy.

Bobby?!

I-I got into a fight
with someone.

I didn't kill him.

Then why did you run
from the police?

Because they have it in for me.

W-- They have it in for you?
Why?

Probably because of him.

Probably because the police
have nothing better to do.

Oh, this is rubbish.
Why did you run from the police?

Because they would
have blamed me.

And I'm right.
They are blaming me.

I hurt him, but I didn't kill
him. I swear.

He attacked me,
and I fought back.

Then let's go in
and get this sorted out.

No, the police
are protecting Pascal.

They're trying to blame me
for what he did.

Who's Pascal?

He's the one blaming me
for this.

And why are they protecting him?

Because he's a bleat.

He works with them.

I didn't do anything
except get into a fight.

One I didn't even start.

You're not surrendering him
to the police.

- I have to.
- No, you don't.

What you have to do
is stand by your son.

He said he didn't do it.
Believe him.

Margaret.

He is staying here
until this is sorted.

Well, that's good, but I'm not
certain a chemical analysis

was entirely necessary.

It's better to be safe
than sorry, William.

Perhaps.

And perhaps we are being
a bit hard on her.

Mrs. Huckabee did seem genuine.

And how many people in your line
of work have you come across

that seemed genuine
only to reveal themselves

as something quite different?

Have you talked to him
about his son?

I'm about to.

He can't handle this alone,
William.

And he won't.

Thank you.

Watts.

It's all just
a misunderstanding.

A somewhat serious one.

And that's why I'm going down
to Hamilton to clear it up.

Not on your own you're not.

Remember who
you're talking to, Murdoch.

I give the orders.

With respect, three heads
are better than one.

- If your son had --
- If?

Your son is innocent,
let the three of us find out.

You're an intelligent man.
You have resources.

Please use them.

I'm in charge.

Anything I want?
In that case, I want all of it.

Yes, that would be great.

Thank you.

- Mr. Crabtree?
- Sweet mother of --

Can I help you?

If you are
looking for something,

I can help you find it.

Uh, no.
That's not necessary.

Are you sure? It seems
you wanted to go inside.

I want to know
what your game is.

Game? I...

I have no game.

Who are you really?

I told you, I'm Dorothy Ernst.

I'm 26 years old,
I'm from Windsor Ontario,

and I type 33 words
per minute.

George, is everything all right?

I'm not sure.

He seemed keen to get
into your office, Miss Newsome.

Ah. George, I said I would
look into the matter

that was concerning you.

Miss Ernst, who are you really?

- I told you.
- George.

I don't believe you.

Miss Newsome, I think
it's best if I resign.

It's been marvelous
getting to know you.

You will not.

Well, I don't want to cause
any friction between

you and Mr. Crabtree.

You're not.
As a matter of fact,

he's doing a very good job
of that on his own.

Why don't you go inside
and have your lunch.

I'll be in momentarily.

- George.
- I'm sorry. But...

You are very likely mistaken.

You wouldn't believe the number
of times people

routinely get
their memories mixed up.

I see it every day.

I wouldn't forget the woman
who kidnapped me.

George, you may be right,
but you also may be wrong.

And I have no intention
to let Dorothy go without proof.

It wouldn't be fair to her.

Alright. But be --

Careful.
Yes, George, I got that part.

Yeah, he was one of my
best customers.

Who did he come here with?

A couple of other lads.

Leo and Stitch.

Three of them thought
they ran the place.

Local lads didn't think
much of them.

Was a lad named Pascal
one of these locals?

Yeah. Pascal Sefert.
He was a local boy.

Went to that toffee-nosed
school for a time.

Did he know the dead boy?

Yeah.
He and Lacroix were pals.

This Lacroix,
was he a troublemaker?

Yeah. Had to toss him out when
he got into a dust-up

with young Brackenreid.

Your son.

Did you see the fight
take place outside?

No.

So you don't know
if Bobby was involved?

Police said he was.
So did Pascal.

This Pascal,
has he been around lately?

Haven't seen him
since it happened.

Do you know where
we could find him?

I serve them drinks.

I don't walk them home
and tuck them in at night.

Told you not to come here, Tom.

Funny you thought I'd listen.

I'll be needing to talk
to this Pascal lad.

Not your place to
name names, Stubbs.

Let me see him.

You can't.

He accused my son of murder.
I have to see him.

I don't know where he is.
I think he left town.

Where did he go?

I have no idea.

You have no idea?!

The boy who accused
my son of murder

walks away from here
bold as brass,

and you have no idea?

I wouldn't tell you if I knew.

Oh, you'll tell me.

Sir, perhaps we should go.

Stay out of this.
All three of you.

We're fellow officers.

And you're poking your noses
into places they don't belong.

Keep it up,
and you'll end up in my cells.

No matter who you are.

You must be Bobby.

Who are you?

Your father never said?

Nothing about you.

Who are you, and what are you
doing here?

I'm Nomi Johnston.

That doesn't mean anything.

I'm your half-sister.

You?

That's a laugh.

I heard you're in some kind
of trouble.

I'm sure your father will get
to the bottom of this.

He already has.
He wants to turn me in.

Where'd you come from anyway?

I'll let your father explain.

I doubt that.

Besides, it doesn't matter.
I'm not staying long.

It's not a good idea
for you to run.

Get out of my way.

No.

Move!

No!

Please, Bobby,
just stop this now.

You didn't think to tell me
about her?

- Julia!
- Goldie?

I saw you were home.
Did you enjoy dinner?

Yes, very much so.

Oh, did you bring it to work?

Yes. It was so delicious,
I couldn't get enough.

Well, did Mr. Murdoch like it?

I believe so.

You believe?

Well, yes, he did.

Oh. Oh, good.
Good. Good.

How'd you warm it up?

I ate it cold.

It was still delicious.
Hot or cold.

You certainly are handy
in the kitchen.

Oh, Raymond did love my cooking.

He said it would be
the death of him.

He was wrong about that.

Well, let me take that
off your hands.

Oh, ah.

Oh, my.

Still a lot in there.

I wonder what I should do
to surprise you next.

Oh, that's hardly necessary.

Oh, don't be silly.

I am looking for ways
to occupy my time.

Toodle-loo.

- He was no angel, your son.
- Is that right?

But still, I have no wish
to see trouble befall him.

We're hoping to speak
with a couple of

young Brackenreid's friends.

Stitch and Leo
is what they're called.

- Did you know a Pascal?
- Pascal Sefert.

He was a student here
for a time.

Why did he leave?

His parents could no longer
afford the fees.

Did he remain friends
with anyone here?

For a time.

But, you know, at that age,
they tend to drift apart.

There's one of your son's
friends now.

Sir, perhaps Watts and I should
speak with the boys.

Thank you.

Oi, you, come here.

What's your name, son?

Leo Rawlins.
What do you want?

I want to talk to you about
what happened

outside the Sword and Sheath.

I already talked to the coppers.

Well, you didn't talk to me.

I wasn't even there
when it happened.

How about your friend, Stitch?

Answer the man.
Where is he?

He took off a couple days ago.

- Where?
- I don't know.

How about Pascal Sefert,
do you know him?

- Yeah.
- They're both gone?

What do you know about the boy
who was killed?

Gerard.

He was a local.

You know, they're saying
Bobby Brackenreid

was responsible
for his death.

That's because he was.

How do you know that?
You just said you wasn't there.

I know that because I know
Bobby Brackenreid.

Only a matter of time before
something like this happened.

Go on, bugger off.

Right, we need to find
those two, sharpish.

We need to find your son.

Watts, I know that.
But think about it.

Gerard Lacroix is dead,
those two have gone missing.

One of them
after blaming my son.

They're the ones we should
be looking for.

- What are you thinking, sir?
- Well, it's bloody obvious.

One of them killed
Gerard Lacroix,

and now he's trying
to pin it on Bobby.

Then why would they disappear?

It only makes them look guilty.

They look guilty
because they are, Watts.

Hello?

It's true.

The character is based on
a real person,

but my Aunt Gloria, Rhododendron
is not her real name.

I-I never even knew
her real name.

Well, now you do.
It is Pearl Smythe.

Well, even if that's true,
I can't help you find her.

I don't -- I haven't even --

Enough of your excuses.

You will help me find her,

or you're not leaving
this room alive.

Alright. Alright.

I'll -- I'll tell you
everything I know about her.

That's all I can promise.

Thank you, George.

And I'm sorry about the...

Sometimes I just get
a little bit unhinged.

- What are you doing here?

It was you.

What are you talking about?

And what are you doing
in my sister's old apartment?

Your sister?

Yes. My sister Amelia.

She used to live here.

Oh, okay, that's what
this is about.

You think that I'm my sister.

And she kidnapped you?

Yes, she did.

Mm-hmm. That's crazy.

But that does sound like her.

I didn't know.

I'm so sorry.
She's not right in the head.

Loopy as all get out.

So where is your sister now?

I wouldn't know.

Honestly.

She thinks she's an orphan,

and we were raised
by the same woman.

And your mother's name?

Alice Ernst.

She died many,
many, many years ago.

So what are you doing here now?

I wanted to see
if she'd come back.

She always disappears,
but she usually comes back.

But not this time?

No.

It's just a funny coincidence
that you and I ended up here

at the same time.

Don't you think?

So I've heard that Pascal
was a grass, that true?

- A what?
- A snitch.

Someone who worked
with the police.

I don't know anything
about that.

So it looks to me
like some snitch who worked with

the police is pinning
a murder on my son.

- Is that true?
- I wasn't there.

- So it could be true?
- Sure.

- So where are they?
- I don't know.

You better answer me sunshine --

Sir!

Fine. See what you can
get out of him, Murdoch.

He's worried.
It's his son.

Not an excuse.

I know.

Why would those two run?

Because they were scared
of Bobby Brackenreid.

He heard that Pascal talked
to the police,

and he went after him.

Where are they now?

I don't know.

If you know,
you had best tell me.

Unless you want Bobby's father
to find them first.

There's a blacksmith's shop

about two miles down
Fulham Road.

- And that's where they are?
- That's what I believe.

- Alright then. Let's go.
- Good idea, sir.

We'll stay here in case
they come back.

Fair enough.

Did you just lie
to the Inspector?

- That I did.
- Driver. Fulham Road.

But he lied to us first.

What do you mean?

The bartender didn't tell the
Inspector about Pascal Sefert.

He learned about him
from someone else.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Do you think he's been
in communication with his son?

I hope not.

But it's best we keep
an eye on things.

- Goldie.
- Julia!

How are you faring?

I haven't seen
Mr. Murdoch about.

He's out of town on a case.

Oh. Well, that one
doesn't rest much, does he?

Now, my Raymond, if he got
a chance to get a leg up --

Oh, I'm so sorry.
The way that sounded.

You must be lonely.

I have much to occupy me.

Oh, pish.
I'll come over this evening.

Have a girl's night in.

Well, as I was saying,
I'm very busy and --

Now, stop it.
I won't hear another word.

We'll have some fun together.

Hello?

Hello!

Bloody Murdoch.

Indeed.

Cover any other possible exits.

Toronto Constabulary.
A word.

Ah, ah. Have a seat.
We need a word.

Gerard was a friend of mine.

We lived on the same street.

I still saw him from
time to time even when

I was going to the Academy.

Was he a decent fellow?

He didn't like me once
I started going there,

but when I left, we started
palling around together.

He liked me better when I wasn't
consorting with the toffs.

What about Gerard
and Robert Brackenreid?

Did they get along?

They hated each other.

Why?

They just didn't
like each other.

If Brackenreid didn't like you,
you knew it.

And Gerard thought Brackenreid
was a little ponce.

Made fun of him on account
of his dad being a copper.

You were there the night
of the fight?

I was.

Could someone else
have killed Gerard?

No.
I saw the whole thing.

Bobby started hitting him.
He looked half mad.

He didn't stop until
Gerard stopped moving.

That's why we ran.

He told us if we
opened our mouths,

we could expect the same.

And we thought he might come
after us

whether we opened
our mouths or not.

Again, I ask, why?

Was young Brackenreid
that dangerous?

Some people are just born bad.

It's not their fault.
But they just are.

And you believe
what they told you?

They seemed sincere.

You believe that my boy
beat another boy to death?

I believe they were involved
in a fight that got out of hand.

The only way to find the truth
of this is to talk to your son.

Do you have any idea
how to contact him, sir?

What do you think I am, Murdoch,
a bloody magician?

I don't know where he is.

Sir, how did you know
Pascal Sefert

was the eyewitness?

What are you talking about?

When you spoke to the bartender,
you asked about Pascal Sefert.

How did you know he was the one
who saw what happened?

I'm going home.

Are you sure?

If you two want to stay,
you stay.

I'm off.

I suppose we're going back
to Hogtown.

Be honest, do you think
it's becoming?

I think
it'll do for now.

- Is it settled?
- Where is he?

- Thomas?
- I need to take him in.

He needs to face this.

- No!
- Margaret.

- Get out of the way!
Bobby! Run!

Bloody hell!

You shouldn't have done that.

And you shouldn't believe
strangers over your own son.

He said he didn't do it.

So you just let him run out
on to the street?

Well, it's better than giving
him over to the police.

Margaret, there are coppers
out there looking for him.

Armed coppers.

He's our son!

And I'm trying to save him from
getting himself bloody killed!

We'll talk about this later.

- What do you think you're doing?
- I'm coming.

No, you're not.
Stay out of this.

- Did he do it?
- I don't know the whole story.

So he might have?

Stay with Margaret,
would you?

Please.

Well, if it was her,
why would she want

to make herself known to you?

Because the woman who kidnapped
me was not all there, Watts.

And you know it's her?

Well, no, I don't know.

I mean, the idea of an identical
twin seems far fetched,

but I can't say for certain.

- Hm.
- I mean, what if

she's after Effie?

The woman who kidnapped me did
show me considerable affection.

Which is a problem
I commonly have with women.

Yeah, well,
you handle it admirably.

Yes. What is it?

Someone reported
seeing this boy.

- Where?
- Near Station Street.

Good Lord. Detective.

What have you?

Someone's spotted
young Brackenreid.

Right. I'll take George.
You try and find the Inspector.

Is there a reward?

Is this the lad you saw or not?

It was.

Where was he going?

Down the pathway to the Don.

- Thank you.
- So there's no reward?

George, has the Inspector
ever spoken to you

about his son, Bobby?

Sir, the Inspector
doesn't speak to me about much.

Although, he did say
when they were younger,

he and Bobby used to fish
the Don together.

Good as any place to check.

And what do we do
if we find them?

Our jobs.

Goldie.

I'm here!

Uh, I'm so sorry.

But I-I actually have plans
this evening.

Oh, I see. All right.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, of course.

I'm sorry. I'll just go home.

So you're all right?

I'm just so lonely, Julia.

Ever since Raymond...

We used to have
such fun together.

I'm sorry to disturb you
and your happy life.

No. Come in.

Oh, no, I don't want
to be a bother.

You hardly are that.
Come -- come on in.

Thank you.
Are you sure?

Yes.

Thank you, Julia.

You know, you and your husband
are the only real friends

I have left.

Ever since Raymond...

But enough about him.

He's dead and buried now.
Isn't that right?

Yes, I suppose.

And I suppose it's time
that I put my past behind me.

Or should I say our past?

Hm.

I thought I'd find you here.

Don't move, son.
There's police all around.

They consider you dangerous.

You have a lot better chance
with me than you do with them.

Where are you two off to?

You're in Toronto now.
This is our business.

Oh, I don't think so.

You tromped all over
my territory in Hamilton.

Where are you off to?

You won't be rid of me.

After you.

I don't want to go to jail.

What happened?

Gerard was always giving me
the gears, and I'd had enough.

So you fought?

- In the bar, yes.
- Outside?

Yeah.

I waited for him out there,
and we fought.

His head hit a stone.
I didn't see it.

I didn't mean to kill him.

But you ran from the police.

I was scared.

And you threatened
the other boy.

I did.

It's not my fault what happened.

In the eyes of the law,
it was, Bobby.

I thought you'd say that.

I should have never come home.

Don't leave, son.

Why shouldn't I?

You want to throw me in jail
for something

that's not even my fault!

Go ahead, Father.

Throw me in jail
if that's what you want to do.

He's letting him get away.

- Let him handle this.
- No.

- Don't.
- He's a murderer.

And I hold rank.

Might be wise if you
left this to us, lads.

- Goodbye.
- I can't let you go.

Let me go!

I can't.

Please, please let me go.

I can't let you go.

I'll do everything I can
to help you,

but I can't let you go.

The Crown Attorney is not
going to pursue murder.

That's good.

What would you have done?

I would have done anything
to protect my son.

Shame it wasn't enough.

- Where's Nomi?
- I sent her home.

She's not a part of this.

Where is he?

Murdoch's writing him up.

He's staying in Toronto.

He's going to jail?

He has to face up
to what he did, Margaret.

What will happen to him?

He won't hang.
And he's still a young man.

There's a chance
he could have been killed

if I'd have let him run.

Oh, Thomas.

I'm so sorry.

William!

Julia.

- Mrs. Huckabee.

Oh, call me Goldie.

Everyone does.
Just have a drink.

Oh, William doesn't drink.

Oh. Well, poor him.

You mean poor me.

Oh, William.

Fabulous news!

Goldie found her pelican.
Look.

Somehow it ended up
in our house.

I imagine Raymond
must have taken it.

He was funny that way.

If he liked something,
he just took it.