09x09 - Raised on Robbery

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Here, allow me.

Ah, thank you.

They really should have picked a better branch for Baby Day.

Baby Day?

You open an account for your baby and they'll match what you deposit up to $5.

$5? That's a lot of money.

There you are.

Please, can I have your attention?

All mothers who are here to open accounts, please, line up between the ropes for the first available teller.

If you are here on another bank matter, please, speak to Miss Nolan, here.

Thank you for your patience.

Hello.

I'm Detective Murdoch. I'm here to apply for a loan.

I'm afraid our loan clerk has an appointment.

I'll have our Bank Manager speak to you.

Thank you.

Detective Murdoch, I'm John Mortimer.

How can I help you?

I need you to sign for a receipt.

Yes, of course.

Now, where were...

(babies crying loud)

(with a little laugh): This has been happening all morning.

(laughing too): Each one sets the other off, I suppose.

Baby Day!

Not your idea, I take it?

Only Head Office could dream up something as ghastly as this.

Let's step into my office, we'll talk about your loan.

My wife and I have been living in a hotel suite.

And you're looking to buy a home.

Build, actually. But... we both work very long hours and have no time for household chores.

So you wish to include servant quarters.

Actually, the home I'm going to build will do the chores for us.

A... dish-washing cupboard.

Simply place the dirty dishes inside and let the jets of hot water do the work for you.

Well it's... all very... interesting.

My pay stubs for the past ten years.

I have always been gainfully employed.

Now, I don't make a King's Ransom, but I am far from a profligate spender.

(alarm sounding)

The vault room has been breached.

Let's not panic. That will only alarm the customers.

But the thief could be getting away.

The exits lock automatically as soon as the alarm is activated. (deep breath)

a*t*matic doors... ?

Shall I come with you?

No, stay here.

Telephone the police from my office and lock the doors.

Excuse us, please.

But...

What do you want me to do with this?

(sounds of alarm and babies crying)

Was anything taken?

I'll know in a moment.

(end of alarm and sigh)

Two bags missing. $30 000.

Oh dear, oh dear!

Mothers, babies and prams.

All of which will have to be searched.

Why, oh why did this have to happen on Baby Day?

How much time do you think elapsed from leaving your office to entering that staircase? 15, 20 seconds?

I'm sorry?

Why didn't we encounter the thief on his way out?

He must have gone up the employee staircase.

(babies crying)

Has anyone else come through here?

No.

Could I have your attention, please!

I... I regret to announce that we have had a... a bit of a robbery!

(vocal reactions)

Pardon me.

As some of you have noticed, the exit doors are locked.

This is purely a security measure.

They will be opened as soon as...

Hey!

I've got deliveries to make.

As I said...

Detective Murdoch, perhaps you'd like to...

The police will be here shortly.

The doors will remain locked until we have searched and obtained statements from everyone.

You'd best put out a sign telling customers the bank will be closed for the remainder of the day.

And let them in!

Detective, my staff and I are at your disposal.

Thank you.

How did you get here before we did?

I was already here, sir.

I was applying for a loan.

For the a*t*matic house, sir?

A man's banking is his own business, Crabtree.

So what have we, Murdoch?

$30 000 is missing from the vault.

But as the doors lock when the alarm sounds, the thief and the money are still inside the bank.

Crikey, it's all mothers and babies.

How big is thirty thousand?

How big?

What denominations?

1000 each of tens and twenties. Newly minted.

So, roughly the size of a shoe box.

Sir, that could be hidden in one of the prams.

Yes, we'll have to search them all, George.

As well as the mothers.

I'll search the mothers.

Julia. Thank you for coming.

The message said you wanted me to conduct a search of a mother?

Not just a mother, all of them.

And their prams.

Oh my!

Sir, if I may, why are you wearing a scarf in the middle of summer?

Team colours. There's a Wednesday match back in England, tomorrow. They're playing for the league title.

A Wednesday match on a Tuesday?

Sheffield Wednesday. It's the name of the team, Murdoch.

Ah, football.

Of course, football.

Do I look like a rugby man?

So, it takes two of you to open a door?

Both keys must be turned simultaneously or the alarm will sound.

That way a thief can't pick the lock without setting off the alarm.

Our lad picked the lock then, did he?

He must have. I'm the only one with the key and it never leaves my pocket.

Bags of fours, twos, and ones.

He knew what he was after.

Sir, look at this.

Water.

Where's it from?

You think it's connected to the robbery?

Oh, how beautiful! How old is he?

Nine months.

Still at that age when they hold your gaze endlessly.

Oh, only if he likes you.

I'll need to check his pram.

Of course.

Oh!

Oh!

Roland's just discovered the joy of dropping things.

Could you take him for a moment?

Oh, yes!

Hello, Roland!

Hello!

He's taken a shine to you.

Did you hear that, William?

He's taken a shine to me.

How could he not?

(little snicker)

What's the nature of your business here, Mr. Braxton?

I was applying for a loan.

Open your jacket, please.

Where were you when the alarm sounded?

With the Loan Clerk.

Turn out your pockets and pull your pants up tight.

Is this your briefcase?

Yes.

This is the last of them, sir.

Wednesday-ite, are you?

You're from Sheffield?

Bugger Sheffield, I'm from Owlerton!

The new stadium is down the street from my house.

(laughing): You must be kicking yourself, lad.

Black and blue. If I'd known they'd be up for the championship I'd have never left.

Bloody kills me that I'm missing it.

Aye.

Right then, sir. You're free to go.

Thank you.

Oh, I'll see you around, lad.

Maybe for a pint.

Ah!

Nice lad.

Have you searched and obtained statements from all of the customers?

Yes, sir.

Right then, you can... let them go.

Where's the money, Murdoch?

Well, sir, if it wasn't in one of the prams it must still be on the premises.

Where?

And how did he hide it without being seen?

Perhaps it never made it up here.

Oh, thank God!

(laughing): Thank God!

If I were you, I'd put that lot straight in the safe.

Yes. Yes. Right away, of course! Thank you so much!

The thief must have stashed the money with the intention of collecting it when the heat was off.

Sirs, I've recovered some baby toys.

A couple of rattles, a bonnet, a stuffed rabbit and a whistle that doesn't work.

Crabtree. What do you want us to do with them?

Nothing, sir. I just thought I should bring them back down to the Station in case one the mothers wanted to claim them.

That's fine, George.

Crabtree.

Detective!

Inspector!

Mr. Mortimer. You look like you've seen a ghost!

It wasn't the money they were after.

It was the plates.

The plates?

I believe he's referring to the plates used to print banknotes.

They were in the safe.
I never thought to look!

What are they worth?

Worth?

As much as can be printed.

Millions!

Bloody hell.

I started at the Traders Bank of Canada when I was sixteen.

Worked my way up.

Not a blemish on my record.

And now...

If they were after the plates, why steal the cash?

A decoy. The thief likely knew that we would search him, so he set us up to look for the wrong thing.

You think they were trying to smuggled out the plates in one of the prams.

It would be an ideal way to both hide and transport the plates.

The thief likely chose Baby Day on purpose.

You realize he's not the only one who's not looking so good in all this.

I'm aware, sir.

We had the thief in the bank, with the goods and we let him go.

And you were here the whole bloody time.

I am AWARE, sir.

As will be Chief Constable Davis.

Forty-seven seconds.

What?

The time it took for us to get down to the vault.

I've timed the walk down the stairs at 27 seconds, plus an extra 20 seconds for the time it took us to actually start heading down.

Sir, don't take that too badly.

I'm sure none of us would have been much faster...

The plates were in the safe.

So, how did he break into the safe, steal the plates and the money, all without being seen in the time it took us to walk down the stairs?

A cloak of invisibility.

Don't be stupid, George.

That would render him invisible, not the plates.

Not if carried the plates under the cloak, Henry.

It's not a likely theory...

The safe has a standard rotary combination lock.

An expert could cr*ck it in a matter of a few minutes, but how did he do it in seconds?

He might, if he knew the combination.

I'll be needing the combination to the safe.

Three turns to the right, thirty five...

Ten seconds.

Three turns to the left.

Fifteen seconds.

Oh, sir!

It would do my concentration a great deal of good if you did not read the time aloud.

Oh!

Alright, then.

STARTING OVER!!

STARTING OVER!!

I'm not deaf, Higgins. I might be old, but I'm not deaf.

Sorry, sir.

Go.

Four turns to the left...

Thirty seven. One turn...

Get the plates.

The money. Two bags.

Oh sir. Do I stash the money?

There's no time. Go!

Hello!

It took George 32 seconds to open the safe.

That means he couldn't have gone up the main staircase without you seeing him.

He also didn't have time to stash the money before heading upstairs.

George barely made it as it was.

Then the thief must have come downstairs after.

How did he conceal 2 bags of money?

Sir, if I remember correctly, one of the customers did have a briefcase.

Nigel Braxton.

The Wednesday-ite. The Yorkshire fella.

That's a good thought, George, but I did see Mr. Braxton in the Loan Clerk's office as the alarm sounded.

He did tell us that, George.

So, we know the thief went up the employee staircase.

And that he knew the combination to the safe.

Impossible!

I'm afraid that's the only version of the events that is not impossible.

Now, who else besides you has the combination to the safe?

That's just it, no one!

And if you were run over by a train?

Head Office would have a copy, I suppose.

Who should we speak to at Head Office?

Mr. Bruce, Thornton Bruce.
He's the bank president.

Mortimer!

That would be him now.

A disaster.

An outright disaster.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Bruce.

I don't know how it could have happened.

We will have to engrave new plates, obviously.

But that will take weeks, weeks during which the counterfeiters can flood the market with printed notes that will be impossible to tell from legitimate notes.

And all this was conducted under the noses of the city police.

How do you explain that?

The thief had the combination to the safe, sir.

How do you explain that?

I swear I've never breathed it to another soul.

Not even my dog.

All the combinations to the vaults are in a safe in my office.

And who has that combination?

The vice president, my secretary.

No system is foolproof, I suppose.

So how do we recover these plates?

Well, if the thief knew the combination, he would have had time to steal the plates and escape up the employee staircase.

But not without being seen by someone.

I've placed all of the customers in their stated positions when the alarm sounded.

Now, as you can see, most of the mothers were here, in front of the tellers.

Mr. Braxton was off in the Loan Clerk's office.

Mr. Lester was here.

The furniture mover?

That's right.

Come on lads, it's not that heavy, let's go!

You got a sweat on, there, cr*ck on!

O'Reilly, what are you doing?

Wait! W... w... wait!

Uh, we can't move it any further, sir.

The wires are stapled to the baseboards.

Well then, unstaple them.

Yes sir.

What's all this?

The young lad at the bank got me thinking, Murdoch.

If I can't go to the game, the bloody game can come to me!

By telegraph?

I have a pal who works in a telegraph office back in Sheffield.

He's agreed to apprise me of the game's progress.

Sir, won't that be terribly expensive?

Well, the police department get a special rate.

And I don't have to pay for a telegrapher; there's no better dot and dash man in the business than Jackson.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, have you considered the charge for a Trans-Atlantic signal?

Can't be that expensive.

My sister telegraphs every Christmas.

And she's married to a bloody Scotsman.

Well, best to check, either way.

Right then, George.

We know the thief came up this staircase and into the teller's cage one minute after the alarm sounded.

He would have emerged into the lobby via this... door.

Who are these people?

Joanne Perly, Nicole Henry, both mothers.

Catherine Tweedale, head teller.

Why were you not lined up with the rest of the mothers?

Well, we were penned in like cattle!

Nicole is expecting her second baby and it's not like they didn't have chairs.

They thought there should be a number system.

I didn't disagree.

Which way were you all facing?

I was facing the teller's cage.

So you would have seen someone come through and exit the teller's cage?

Absolutely!

And did you?

The first person I saw come through that door, after the alarm sounded, was you.

Ready yourself, George!

And... GO!

I... I... I don't understand. If the thief didn't go up the employee stairs...

I believe he went up the main stairs.

Then why didn't we see him?

Because we were still in your office.

Fifteen seconds. Very good, George!

Thank you sir. I've actually been... taking strides to increase my physical prowess. Good lord!

That's not enough time to open the safe.

He didn't open the safe.

He didn't?

No.

The plates were stolen earlier, possibly last night, as well as the cash, in all likelihood.

The person who triggered the alarm was merely an accomplice.

An accomplice?

Yes.

The real thief was upstairs discussing a loan... with me.

You had the keys to the vault, you knew the combination to the safe; all you needed was for someone to trigger the alarm.

That's why we didn't rush out of your office immediately after the alarm sounded.

Because you needed to delay just long enough for your accomplice to make it all the way back up the stairs before we headed down.

No... But...

Arrest him, George.

(gasping): Oh!

I didn't! I couldn't! I wouldn't!

Take him to the cells, I'll interview him later.

Good work, Murdoch. How did you figure it out?

Simple deduction, sir.

It was the only logical explanation remaining.

When one has eliminated the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth.

Sir. No telegraph transmissions?

Ten words for $2. That's 20 cents a word.

Sir, why not transmit in code? Shorten it up a bit.

PK could be a penalty kick.

C for a corner, G could stand for goal...

I understand, Crabtree. There is still a five-word minimum.

Then share the cost. There must be dozens of Yorkies in Toronto who would be willing to pay for real-time results.

Have Jackson call them out as they come in, play by play, all coming from a game 5000 miles away.

You know, Crabtree, you have some daft ideas, but this one's bloody brilliant.

Agreed.

Detective Murdoch.

Ah, Mr. Bruce!

Heard you arrested my manager.

Indeed. We've determined the thief could not have opened the safe, stolen the plates and returned to the lobby without being seen.

Therefore the plates must have been removed BEFORE the alarm went off.

And the only person who could have done that...

Is the Branch Manager.

And the alarm?

Set off by an accomplice to mask the earlier robbery.

What a shame.

He showed such promise.

Really?

He seemed a bit thick.

Baby Day was his idea.

It was?

We knew nothing of it until we arrived this morning.

But what an idea.

Customers for life for the cost of a mere five dollars.

It wasn't my idea.

I got a memorandum from head office saying the Traders Bank was developing a strategy to encourage lifelong loyalty.

Sir, I have that file.

It will be the one dated August 16th.

It certainly looks like one of ours.

That's it!

Do you have another memorandum to compare it to?

Of course. Hm... I sent that one.

Have a look at the letterhead.

The letterhead is lighter.

It's a fake.

Sent by the thief to create a distraction, I suppose.

Why would he specifically require mothers and their babies?

(knocking)

Thank you.

Perhaps it wasn't the Bank Manager.

He's the only one it could be.

Oh my.

(sigh)

What's all this?

Building blocks, sir.

By drilling holes and inserting dowels, the Detective has developed a system by which building blocks can attach quickly, and they won't let go.

Look, they won't... let go!

I don't give a toss about building blocks.

I thought the case was solved.

The Bank Manager did it.

But I'm no longer confident in that assertion.

We know the thief must have had the combination to the safe.

We know there was insufficient time to make it up the main staircase.

If he'd gone up the employee staircase he would have bumped into the three ladies, here.

Therefore, the plates were stolen beforehand and the only one who could have done that is the Bank Manager.

What if...

What if the thief was able to get into the vault room without triggering the alarm?

I thought it couldn't be done.

We haven't tried it.

One unlocks the door, the other disengages the alarm.

Now, both need to be turned simultaneously or the alarm sounds. On my mark, George.

Ready, set, go.

The device is an electro-mechanical relay.

When these contacts are touching, the alarm sounds.

What keeps them apart is this ratchet device.

As you can see, both have to be perfectly synchronized or...

(Alarm goes off.)

Right then.

Let's try to break in, George What if there were two thieves?

Both with keys.

The Loan Clerk keeps the alarm key.

He could have copied the other one.

Yes. But they both would have needed access to the safe.

They could have hired a safe cr*cker.

Or Mr. Mortimer is in on it, but that begs the same question: why not simply walk out of the bank with the plates?

Why Baby Day?

(chanting in the background)

Pray up Wednesday, boys!

Oy, Owlerton!

Bloody brilliant! I brought some mates. Do we pay you before or after?

Pay now. Jackson!

Sir?

The game's about to start in a few minutes.

Get ready to man your station, Slugger.

Yes, sir.

Right lads. Follow me.
Oh, and get your cash out.

Come on Wednesday!

Jackson. Here are the codes.

C stands for Crawshaw, D for Davis and so on.

2 means the word "to" unless it means the number 2.

Wait, what?

Don't worry Jackson. Context is everything.

Just try to bring the game to life.

Remember: hearing is seeing.

This is a fan sheet for the team.

Basic information on all the players.

Oy. It's past kick off.

Come on, Jackson. Chop, chop.

KO.

KO. Kick off, man.

Right, uh, Kick off for Sheffield.

The Wednesday. The Wednesday.

The Wednesday.

Crawshaw, two.

Is that the number or the word?

Oh for God's sake, Jackson.

Let me try. Crawshaw...

Crawshaw passes to Spiksley.

Spiksley moving forward now.

That's very good, Crabtree.

OK, I can do this. I can do this better.

Crawshaw...

George!

He's with the inspector, sir.

Henry, have a look at this.

If the teller had stepped out to speak to these two mothers, she would be standing here, facing towards the front door.

If you say so, sir.

Yes.

Bring them in, Henry. All three of them.

Right away.

Crawshaw to Davis.

Intercepted.

(reactions of despair)

Poor foot control has plagued Davis ever since last year when he broke his ankle in a grudge match against Leeds.

Dirty Leeds.

(booing)

The Wednesday reclaims possession.

(happy reactions)

Ruddlesdin...

Holding... holding.

To Wilson.

Back to Ruddlesdin.

Header to Davis.

Scores.

(acclamations)

Hello, Henry.

The Detective will be a few minutes.
He's interviewing the mothers.

I recognize you.

It's Roland, isn't it?

I don't know how you tell them apart.

They all look the same to me.

(loud talking and cheering)

What is going on in there?

Sheffield Wednesday supporters.

They're listening to the game.

And bouncing!

And bouncing!

(baby laugh)

You were in the teller's cage when a woman demanded to speak with you.

That was me.

So you exited the teller's cage and spoke to these two women.

Yes.

Then, please explain how you came to be facing the other way, toward the teller cage door?

I...

The man...

At the door.

Yes, there was a man at the door, peering through as if he couldn't get in.

This was before the alarm?

Yes.

So I went to the door, but, by the time I got there, he'd left.

So I came back.

That's how I ended up facing the other way.

Penalty kick for Watson.

And Watson scores for West Bromwich Albion.

The score is now one-one.

Bollocks!

That referee should never have given that penalty.

There you have it, Jackson.
Sheffield asked the question and it has been soundly answered.

The match has drawn even.

It Doesn't say all that, George.

I'm trying to bring it to life, Jackson.

I'm trying to add a bit of... colour to the commentary.

They claim to remember a man trying to get into the bank before the alarm sounded.

What's wrong with that?

Why was he unable to get into the bank?

The alarm hadn't gone off, the doors would have been unlocked... unless the alarm HAD gone off.

But you would have heard it, surely.

Not if it was drowned out.

Now, where were...

(babies crying loud)

This has been happening all morning.

Each one sets the other off, I suppose.

Henry, where's that whistle that George found at the bank?

It doesn't work.

(No sound comes out.)

(All babies cry.)

I know how they did it.

(loudly): I don't hear a thing!

Oh! Ah!

Good God!

It sounds like a high-pitched fingernails on a blackboard.

I'd bloody cry myself if I heard that.

But how could the babies hear the whistle if we can't?

Hendrik Zwaardemaker, a Dutch scientist, discovered a few years ago that babies and children can hear much higher frequencies than adults.

So the thief blew the whistle just as he was about to enter the vault.

And the alarm sounded, but it was drowned out by crying babies.

He then opened the alarm box and inserted a slip of paper between the contacts, silencing the alarm.

Then he cracked the safe and removed the plates.

Then removed the slip of paper, setting the alarm off once again.

And he bolted up the main staircase just before you turned the corner.

Why not leave the piece of paper between the contacts and then, bolt out of the bank?

Because the doors were still locked from the first alarm.

He wouldn't have been able to leave.

And he wouldn't have been able to account for his whereabouts during the window of opportunity.

(from the game): Inspector!

Instead he was in the lobby 15 seconds later when the alarm went off.

The second half is just about to start.

So how do we catch the bugger?

Well, if he went up the stairs, then he would have to run into... the furniture mover.

Did you see anyone come up the stairs after the alarm went off?

Uh... the manager.

Before that, immediately after the alarm went off.

Uh, no.

Well that's odd.

Because the thief had to come up the stairs after the alarm sounded, and since you didn't see the thief, the thief must be you.

What?

As I recall, you were out of breath.

Of course I was. I was delivering chairs!

I Do a dozen of these deliveries every day.

You think because I'm delivering to a bank that I'm suddenly gonna up and rob it?

Who ordered the chairs?

Head Office, of course.

It's their new "Customer is King" policy.

The chairs are for our clients.

I see.

This is another fake memorandum.

(sighing): Do you think this is the work of the furniture mover?

If so, why this?

Why not simply walk into the bank blow the whistle and steal the plates?

Why bring in a chair?

I... I don't know.

To smuggle the plates?

But then the chairs are still here.

Unless...

(The bank manager gasps.)

A Trojan horse.

Where's the other chair?

It's in the Loan Clerk's office.

(gasping): Oh my God, oh my God!

They're here. You've found them!

I've got to call Mr. Bruce.

I have to put them in the safe!

No.

We should leave them.

What?

Who else had access to this office during the robbery?

No one. I locked the door after the alarm went off.

But there was someone in this office.

Mr. Braxton.

He was here about a loan.

But it couldn't have been him.
He was sitting in the office when the alarm went off.

Wilson to Ruddleson.

Ruddleson back to Wilson.

Wilson driving forward.

SCORES!!!

Wilson said he wanted to send a message to the fans.

Last month, I guess he had a different message for West Brom.

Either way, I think it's safe to say: message sent, message received.

Two to one for the Sheffield Wednesday, with a mere ten minutes left on the clock.

West Brom with the kick off.

(knocking at the door)

Yup.

Painter to Havelock.

Holds it.

We're a goal ahead with about ten minutes remaining. Can't this wait?

Sir, we've recovered the plates and I believe I know who the thief is.

Really?

So who is it?

Nigel Braxton.

The little Yorkie?

But he's bouncing away in my office.

Sir, I believe he stashed the plates inside of a chair in the Loan Clerk's office.

The only person who could have done that is Nigel Braxton.

But you said he was in the office when the alarm went off.

The thief placed a piece of ice between the contacts inside of the alarm.

That's why we found water on the floor inside the vault.

I thought water conducts electricity.

Well, the dissolved minerals in water conduct.

But distilled water is an insulator.

So when the ice melts...

... the contacts touch and the alarm sounds.

But by then Braxton was safely in the Loan Clerk's office.

When the alarm sounded, I believe Braxton used the distraction to transfer the plates from his bag to the secret compartment of the chair.

Now if I'm not mistaken, Mr. Braxton will be returning to the bank to retrieve those plates, soon.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

Sir.

We need to catch him red handed.

Give no indication that you know.

Ah.

I'll be keeping an eye on him all the same.

Ahead to Davis.

To Ruddlesdin.

He's got room!

The little bugger's gone.

He must have slipped out the side door.

Do you think he's on to us?

That or he's returned to the bank to retrieve the plates now.

We need to make a move.
Let's get to the armory.

I'll get George.

No, no, no. Leave him be.

The boy's a natural.

And the lads have paid good money.

Goal!

(cheering)

Go and tell him to stop looking at the bloody peephole, Murdoch.

(from inside): Thank you for seeing me!

Too late.

I need to see the Loan Clerk.

I'm afraid he's busy at the moment.

It'll just take a second. I just have to ask him a very quick question.

(baby cooing)

Thank you.

Oh, OK. Excuse me, Mr. Braxton.

No a problem. Take your time.

Gotcha.

I'm sorry. I've just realized I have to be somewhere.

Where would that be, Mr. Braxton?

Let's have a look in that satchel, shall we?

(cocking the g*n): Let him go!

Sorry, gentlemen.

Another day... perhaps?

You made me miss the end of the match.

(cocking): I've half a mind to sh**t you on principle.

(Murdoch cocking)

I'm afraid you're outgunned, Mrs. Perly.

(baby cooing)

Let us leave or I'll blow her head off.

Take the pram and back out slowly.

Nigel, get behind me.

Thanks angel.

While I'm at it, why don't I flag us down a motorcar?

Make it a fast one.

Come on!

Please wait! Excuse me ladies, sorry.

One minute, please, sir.

Got to... Get out of the bloody car! Now!

(grunting)

Mrs. Perly, put down the g*n.

It's not too late, no one's been hurt.

Come on, angel! Time's a-wasting!

(Honks the horn.)

(baby cooing and teller moaning)

Bye bye.

(yelping)

No!

(soft moan)

(groans of effort)

(g*nsh*t)

Ooh!

(moan)

(g*nsh*t)

Ugh!

(grunt)

(birds chirping and voices)

(baby crying)

I didn't take you for a patriot, sir.

Patriot?

Your tattoo sir.

1867.

The birth of Canada.

(laughing): Sob Canada.

1867 is the birth of the Wednesday; Sheffield Wednesday football club.

My uncle was one of the founding committee members.

Bloody hell. I forgot to ask about the game.

We broke even, sir.

May have even turned a bit of a profit.

I Meant the score, Crabtree.

The end score: Three to one for the Sheffield Wednesday.

Champions of England; I should be happier.

Well, sir, you have been sh*t.

Two people are dead and a child has been orphaned.

(sighing): Thank you, Doctor.

I'm gonna get another drink.

(baby cooing)

What will happen to him?

A woman from the local orphanage will be by to take him until we can find his next of kin.

I believe she's here now, sir.

Oh, right.

Please let her in, George.

I will do. By the way, sir, we received a telegram from Scotland Yard.

Apparently Nigel Braxton is wanted in England for a whole slew of bank robberies.

And Mrs. Perly?

That's her maiden name.

Originally hails from Stratford, Ontario.

Next of kin?

None, sir.

Neither of them?

(baby cooing)

I want to adopt him.

What?

Julia!

He's an orphan, William.

He has no other home.

Y... yes, but...

We don't know anything about him!

All we do know is he's the progeny of two bank robbers.

William.

Criminality is not heritable; you yourself are hardly your father's son.

He took a shine to me, William.

I think in some way, this might be meant to be.

You've always wanted children.

Yes, but not this way.

Then how?

I'm from the Hamley House for Orphans.

Yes. Thank you for coming on such short notice.

Detective William Murdoch, my wife, Doctor Julia Ogden.

Will he be adopted?

We'll do our best, ma'am.

He doesn't seem to want to go.

I'll take him.

Actually, I...

"We".

I would... "We" would like to adopt him.

We've discussed it. And I believe we are in agreement.

It's most unusual.

Are you certain?

We are.

We are.

Then I'll drop off the papers.

Good day!

What have we done?

Hopefully, the right thing.

(baby and Julia laughing)

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Where's the map?

The race to claim the North Pole...

This man's death was no accident.

He was delusional.

Announcer: ... turns into deadly ambition.

You would betray your country?

There is another explanation.

Announcer: Murdoch Mysteries, next Monday at 8:00 on CBC.