11x01 - Up From Ashes

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(THEME MUSIC)

(GRUNTING)

I just watched that man die before my eyes.

- Alright - NO!

(CONFUSED MURMURS)

Open up, Murdoch!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- Where's my wife?

- Your wife is gone.

- (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

- Your Inspector is not here for you.

(g*nsh*t)

And I've heard at least one of your loyal constables is dead.

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

So will you sign that confession?

No.

I'm sorry.

For you.

(BAGPIPE MUSIC)

(INAUDIBLE SPEAKING)

- Amen.

- (MEN AND WOMEN): Amen.

We should go.

Why aren't they burying George?

His body is still in the morgue.

The burial is scheduled for next week.

Thank you for letting me attend.

There will be light at the end of this, I assure you.

Constable.

Take those down.

We are not honouring those who dishonour the constabulary.

All of you should consider this your lucky day.

Until further notice, Station Four is standing down, but you will all be paid in full until a final decision has been made.

All citizen reports and complaints are to be referred to Station Five.

Your only duty is to log said reports, not act on them.

You can all put your feet up for a while.

Ah, Miss Marsh.

Welcome.

Gentlemen, until further notice, Station Four will be managed by my colleague, Miss Penelope Marsh.

Though her arrival in this city may be recent, she has managed departments much larger than this in London.

Gentlemen.

Regardless of my sex, I expect to be treated as your superior.

Men, if you want work, real work, it's very simple.

All that needs happen is that this man admit his guilt in the m*rder of Miss Lydia Hall.

What do you say, Detective?

Will you see fit to clear your conscience?

The only thing I'll see to is that you end up where you belong.

Behind bars.

Hmph.

Miss Marsh, the station is yours.

- Any malfeasance is to be reported to me.

- Yes sir.

You're nothing.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

You've still heard nothing about Julia?

I believe her to still be alive.

I suspect they want your confession and are leveraging her safety to get it.

Ahem.

You're a good man, Murdoch.

The city knows it.

If you're guilty, people will want to hear it from your lips.

- If?

- Well, I don't believe you are.

But we have two unsolved murders: Mr. Dobbs, and one which directly relates to you.

Lydia Hall.

I was supposed to protect her.

What do you know about the land scheme you were investigating?

All records have been purged from city hall.

If any remain, they would be in the hands of Graham or Williams.

- Then that's where I'll look.

- No.

No.

Find Julia.

Nothing else matters.

(LAUGHING)

You must be Constable Higgins.

I'm glad to see you're recovering.

- Where's the Inspector?

- He's a wanted man.

I don't know.

So what are you doing here?

Simply what I'm told.

I'd advise you to do the same.

Welcome back.

(CHEERING)

(CABARET MUSIC)

Ah, the belle of the bar.

At your service, Mr. Graham.

Condolences on your loss.

Thank you.

But one girl's loss can be another man's gain.

Hmm.

Saucy.

I am that.

And a whole lot more.

- Ahem.

- I may call upon you, Miss Bloom.

I'll be sure to answer.

(APPRECIATIVE WHISTLING)

You could have picked a less conspicuous place to meet.

Are you ashamed to be seen with me?

Mr.

Williams, we need a confession from Murdoch.

And how do we do that?

Show Murdoch his wife is still alive, but will not be much longer if he continues to be intransigent.

Can you do that?

Good.

Where's Brackenreid?

Why hasn't his body been found?

I instructed Chief Constable Davis to k*ll him and dispose of his body.

You should have told me that you were gonna do this.

To do that, I would have to have confidence in you.

Sadly, I don't.

(APPLAUSE)

- (PIANO MUSIC)

- - - - A word?

- Who are you?

I'm Detective Llewelyn Watts.

I applied for a temporary transfer to this station.

That's hardly necessary.

Each station requires a detective, whether it is fully operational or not.

I believe you will find very little to do.

I'm gambling once the Murdoch affair is cleared up, this station will return to normal.

I would like to be well-positioned to take over when that happens.

Planning for the future.

It's what the wise do, Miss Marsh.

Did you know the two men who were k*lled?

The man in the ground and the man in the morgue.

I knew them both.

Your feelings towards them won't affect your job?

Of course not.

My role in this world is to see that justice is done.

You'll obey my orders?

Like a dog.

What are you doing, cozying up to her?

Even I wouldn't stoop that low.

I am getting close to the action, Constable.

So you're in charge here, now that Detective Murdoch's gone?

I'm the detective of record, yes.

Ooh.

What happened here?

Some men from Williams' office were rifling around in here.

I don't know what they're looking for.

I would suppose either something that makes Detective Murdoch look guilty or their boss innocent.

- We should clean it up.

- Why?

Do you want Detective Murdoch coming back to work and seeing this?

(INDISTINCT EXCLAMATIONS)

It's time for a photograph, Doctor Ogden.

Graves, open the door.

(MUFFLED EXCLAMATIONS)

Graves?

DAMN IT!

- - There was one unusual thing, however.

Detective Murdoch's recording equipment is missing.

It's not really missing.

It's been borrowed.

You took it?

I thought it may come in useful.

Constable Higgins.

A word?

Yes?

Why were you three sh*t?

More than sh*t.

Two were k*lled, good friends of mine.

I understand that.

Why?

We were trying to help Detective Murdoch.

You know that for a fact?

We received a message we believed to be from the Detective and we walked into a trap.

And who do you imagine did this?

Let's just say your boss and his friend Graham aren't the men they seem.

So you're saying they are murderers?

Take from it what you will.

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

Get out of here!

No one enters without my permission.

Of all the men on city council to take up with, why did I pick you?

- I'll find her.

- Of course you will.

If you don't, it's your life.

Don't you mean "ours"?

Oh, I don't think so.

You remember this, don't you?

This is the w*apon you used to k*ll Mr. Dobbs.

You told me to k*ll him.

There's only one man's fingerprints on that thing.

As such, it really is in your best interest to find her.

We can make this city great again, Mr. Williams.

But it'll take resolve.

So get that confession, no matter what it takes.

Please, just give me one moment.

I'll see what I can do.

Wait here.

Oh, Miss Marsh.

You are to refer all complaints to Station Five.

Oh, I I know.

He's not here to register a complaint.

That's Detective Murdoch's solicitor.

Why is he here?

The Detective has made clear his intent to confess.

His attorney is here to counsel him.

It's the truth.

I know it's hard to believe.

I need to inform Mr.

Williams.

- If Murdoch is gone when I return - I watched two men die, Miss Marsh.

I've no intention of joining them.

Detective?

Someone to see you.

- Is it Detective Watts?

- No.

Then send them away.

I think you're gonna want to see this person, sir.

William.

Julia?

Oh, thank God.

You're safe.

As can be.

- I thought - I know, but I'm alive and I'm well.

- You've changed.

- (CHUCKLING)

We'll get through this, William.

Yes.

Now that we're together, we certainly will.

(DOOR OPENING)

Someone's coming.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I understand you spoke with counsel.

Where is he?

He's attending to another matter.

But I've made a decision.

I'll confess to the m*rder of Lydia Hall.

- Once I see my wife.

- I don't know where she is.

How would I know?

I'm not accusing you of anything, but I believe you have the resources to find her.

So, as I say, once I see my wife, I will plead guilty.

And I'll not spend another night in that cell.

We can have you transferred.

You do that and I'll be k*lled.

There isn't a jail cell in Ontario where I would be safe.

That's true.

Why does that matter?

If you confess to m*rder, you'll most likely be hanged.

I'll be no trouble.

I just want my wife back.

Safe and sound.

Detective Murdoch, will this ensure your confession?

It will.

That's what you need, isn't it Franklin?

Then let him go home.

I want him under guard 24 hours a day.

Of course.

Detective Watts can take one shift.

I trust him.

Get Horace McWorthy from Station Five.

I trust him.

And Murdoch, any attempt to escape will be met with deadly force.

Just find my wife and you can do what you want with me.

Are you a sorceress or a magician?

Just a woman with experience in the arts of pleasing a man.

Miss Bloom, I fear you will make me blush.

Oh.

Now Mr. Graham, I doubt you are as innocent as all that.

You seem very able to take what you want, whether it's on offer or not.

Well, I can't hide much from you.

Can I, Miss Bloom?

Well, I hope you don't find cause to, Mr. Graham because I know what I want.

And what's that?

A man who takes what's his without apology.

Someone after my own heart.

Nothing to fear.

Open it.

And don't get any ideas.

It might not have bars, but it's a cell just the same.

I won't be giving you any trouble.

I'd just as soon you did, Detective.

I'm surprised you let the detective go.

Mr.

Williams did.

But you edged him toward that decision.

Why?

We need Detective Murdoch's confession.

We need it to go forward.

So, the Detective's guilt transforms your boss - into an innocent man?

- Mr. Williams simply wants to make this city great again.

A noble aim, but his partner, Robert Graham, is far from noble.

He is a hard man, I will grant you that.

He's a criminal, Miss Marsh.

If you spent any time in city hall, you would know that.

And he's caught your boss in his web.

- Detective - I'm not a fool.

Your boss has lined his pockets with Mr. Graham's money and ceded half of this city to him.

- Prove that.

- I doubt that I can.

But I know it to be true.

As, I suspect, do you.

So tell me, was that dancer as saucy off-stage as she was on?

You have to guard me.

But that doesn't mean I have to talk to you.

Well, that would make for a very long night.

Do you have anything to drink in here?

My wife's sherry.

Well, bring it over, Detective.

And be liberal with it.

(KNOCKING)

Open it.

Detective Murdoch.

How are you keeping?

On the job?

Take this with you into the other room.

I need a few words with Detective Murdoch.

If I'm right, we shall soon be undisturbed.

I'm a police officer.

- Yes, I'm well aware of that.

- Dr.

Ogden?

Well, this changes things.

You realize most of the city is looking for you?

Yes.

And I will be found when I choose to be.

- Is William out of jail yet?

- Yes.

- Then take me to him.

- That's not a wise move.

Not yet.

How did you get out?

Luckily for me, men can be very gullible.

(RAGGED BREATHING)

- You all right?

- I can't I can't breathe.

Untie me!

Please!

I'll I'll loosen you, just calm down.

And stop squirming!

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

A damsel in distress.

Or what he thought was.

This is good.

The longer you can stay hidden, the more time we have.

And the more nervous we make Franklin Williams.

- Who's we?

- I'll show you.

Come on.

(BELL RINGING)

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

What have you?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

It's not often I get to serve two dead men.

Well, let's keep it that way, John.

My lips are sealed.

But it's good to see you both.

You too, Hodge.

When did you get out?

Six months ago.

Nice place.

It'll get there.

Thanks, John.

I was as careful as could be.

I found that in Graham's office.

Still got blood on the wire.

Do you think this was used to k*ll Mr.

Dobbs or Miss Hall?

I don't know.

Bloody Watts.

- He was told to keep the circle small.

- Gentlemen.

Who the bloody hell is this?

Doctor Ogden?!

Sh, Inspector.

We don't need the world to know.

- My God.

I can't believe it - Nor can I, George.

I read that you were dead.

And Constable Jackson?

I'm sorry.

He'll get justice.

(SIGHING)

How did you end up here?

They took my badge away, but it didn't matter.

It still didn't take me long to find out where they were keeping you.

I just got there too late.

You should have stayed retired.

If you've hurt her You'll what?

I'll k*ll you.

I doubt that.

(g*n BEING COCKED)

(GRUNTING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I hid his body.

I knew that they wouldn't think that I was still alive, so I got Margaret and the kids out of the city to her sister's, I contacted Watts, and he told me what happened to Crabtree and the others.

I heard things were going bad for the detective.

There wasn't a policeman in the city who didn't know.

You didn't come forward?

Coming forward wouldn't have helped.

I preferred the shadows.

Help!

Help!

Someone help!

(FAST-PACED MUSIC)

(MOANING)

Get those two to the hospital.

Now!

- What about him?

- He's for the morgue.

I'll handle that.

Carefully!

They're still breathing.

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHING)

(HEAVY KNOCKING)

I need your help.

(RAGGED BREATHING)

Use this.

It's all right, George.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

OK.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right, George.

- Hold him.

- It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

All right.

Good.

Yes?

- (GROANING)

- Steady on, George.

Steady on.

It's all right.

All right.

All right.

It's all right, George.

Your Miss James is an able surgeon.

She saved my life.

Doctor, we have what we believe is the m*rder w*apon.

Crabtree.

Good.

Then let's see if you're right!

Look at us.

We're all together.

You know what that means?

That means we're going to win.

Well, you heard what the the lady said.

Let's move.

I could walk out of here right now.

I wager you wouldn't be able to stop me.

No, I couldn't.

But if you walk out, you'll be running away forever, living out your days as a m*rder*r.

And I don't think you are.

I've read about you.

Your exploits.

Your heroism.

Your intelligence.

Even your faith.

And?

And I believe you to be an innocent man.

- Does that matter now?

- To me it does.

Sleepyhead will be awake soon.

I suggest we wait for his replacement to arrive.

If I stay, I'll be putting my life in your hands.

I'm doing the same.

You look wonderfully well for a man I declared dead - three days ago.

- Healthy living.

- Julia?

- Yes.

You're safe.

Rebecca, you saved George's life.

I was lucky Detective Watts brought him in when he did.

Could we save the reunion for later please?

Is Mr.

Dobbs still on ice?

- He is, indeed.

- Well, let's not dilly-dally then.

This may be the w*apon that k*lled him.

May?

There's no absolute certainty, Inspector.

But it seems likely.

As far as I could tell, there was only one set of fingermarks on that w*apon.

- Whose?

- I don't know.

Would William be able to tell more?

He might.

But I'm not sure it would matter.

I mean, neither Williams' nor Graham's fingermarks are on record, and neither has a reason to give them up voluntarily.

Well, I know someone who would be able to help us.

But it might be a risk.

Did you not hear what I said earlier, Detective?

- We are going to win.

- Alright.

When we get to the hotel, you two wait for my signal.

George, I think it might be time to retrieve the device.

I can do that.

Ready?

(DOOR BEING OPENED)

He give you any trouble?

No.

- He's a real pussycat.

- Ah.

Detective.

Miss Marsh?

I believe we can trust her.

Did you find anything we could use?

Possibly the w*apon used to k*ll Mr.

Dobbs.

- Fingermarks?

- One set for certain.

Don't know whose.

Right.

Then we'll need Mr.

Graham's and Mr.

William's fingermarks for comparison.

- I think I can do that.

- No.

Let me.

Mr.

Williams has a meeting scheduled with Mr. Graham for this evening.

Good.

Good.

Create a pretext as to why you need to be there.

I'll need something that each of them has handled recently.

- Detective Watts, will you come with me?

- Of course.

Miss Marsh.

You may think me a good man.

But if this is a ruse, you will pay dearly.

If there's a knock on the door, you should open it.

(DRAWERS BEING OPENED AND CLOSED)

Where is it?!

I don't know.

Is this your idea of a joke!?

Oh, I wouldn't do that to you, Franklin.

If this comes back to me, I will tell them about you.

- I'll tell them about what you did!

- Mm.

And what was that, exactly?

I made an offer on a plot of land, perhaps an under market value offer, but you accepted it.

- You had that dancer k*lled.

- Don't worry.

As far as the world's concerned, Detective Murdoch k*lled her.

And I suggest you keep your voice down.

We appear to have company.

- Where is the garotte?

- I honestly don't know.

Oh, Miss Marsh, Detective Watts.

What can I do for you?

I need to talk to Mr.

Williams.

I need you to sign these.

This couldn't wait?

Well, you did say you were going to pay the men.

They haven't seen a penny since Inspector Brackenreid disappeared.

I thought it best to try and keep up morale.

An excellent thought.

A happy worker is a constructive one.

Unfortunately there are quite a number of them.

(KNOCKING)

- Julia.

- I have someone for you.

Sir.

I've been fired, Murdoch.

No need for rank now.

I should get out of this.

- Are you sure that's wise?

- So, Murdoch, are you gonna offer a man a drink?

Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry.

- I'll reimburse you.

- Oh, that's not necessary.

- Just leave before you break anything else.

- Of course.

Oh, sir, there is one more thing.

I need you to talk to Detective Murdoch.

- Why?

- He's becoming increasingly despondent.

His commitment to doing the right thing seems to be wavering.

Well we can't have that.

You better have a word with the detective.

Well, I couldn't get his fingermarks - So you decided to get the whole man?

- Exactly.

Thank you for this, though I'm not sure he was necessary.

You wanted his prints, didn't you?

Murdoch, you are in a world of trouble.

- And as for you Miss Marsh - You, sir, need to shut your mouth.

If you'd like, I'll lock you in a room with her.

I don't fancy your chances.

It's not Graham's print, as far as I can tell.

- Mr.

Williams.

- (SCOFFING)

I will not.

Get your bloody fingers on it - or I'll break one off and do it myself.

- Alright.

Alright.

Alright.

Right hand.

- (KNOCKING)

- Ah, they've come for me.

I would suggest you surrender peacefully.

Detective Watts.

Sir.

George?

George!

You're alive!

I am, indeed, sir.

- I never got that kind of greeting.

- Neither did I.

Why didn't you tell me?

I couldn't.

The fewer people who knew about this, the better.

- I'm sorry.

- Yes.

No You were right to to do that.

I Mr.

Williams.

We have your fingermarks on the m*rder w*apon.

Is there anything you'd like to say before you visit the hangman?

You remember this, don't you?

This is the w*apon you used to k*ll Mr.

Dobbs.

(WILLIAMS): You told me to k*ll him.

(GRAHAM): There's only one man's fingerprints on that thing, As such, it really is in your best interest to find her.

(CLICKING)

So we've got him.

We've got nothing to arrest Graham.

He makes no admission of guilt in any of this.

I'll testify.

Your word is worthless.

I'll I'll I'll I'll find you something that you can use.

Mr.

Williams, two innocent people are dead because of you.

You'll get nothing from me.

We have his fingermarks all over a m*rder w*apon.

And he kidnapped me.

I know.

He's finished.

But we have nothing on Graham.

We could get him on the land deal.

- We have no evidence of that.

- I can get that.

- No.

It's dangerous.

- Well, I don't care.

Mr. Graham will be holding documents that can implicate him.

I can get them.

All right.

Everything alright, Murdoch?

Sir, I want Graham on more than simply - bribing a city official.

- Come with me.

But let's see you looking like yourself.

Sir, where are we going?

I've got a surprise for you.

I think the bugger might be ready to talk.

I hope you don't object to my methods.

Oh.

Well, I I am curious as to why.

Why did you not come forward with him before?

I thought about it.

And the more I did, the more I thought, if things go bad?

And if they did, I wasn't gonna let him get away.

You would have left him here to die?

I was gonna come back here and k*ll him myself.

But I'm not going to have to do that am I, Davis?

(GASPING)

Sir, the man needs water.

(SIGHING)

There you go.

Now, tell him.

I was asked to arrange for the kidnapping of your wife.

Who asked you to do that?

Robert Graham.

That's not everything.

I was instructed to k*ll him.

It's a good thing you're incompetent.

Who asked you to do that?

Robert Graham.

And did you also arrange for the sh**ting of our constables, resulting in the m*rder of Constable Jackson?

No.

But I know who did.

Are you prepared to testify to all this in open court?

Yes.

What do you think?

The word of two desperate men simply intent on saving their own skin.

- I'd like more.

- And I'd like to be the Duke of Yorkshire.

I may run for Mayor, once I've rebuilt this city.

Toronto would be well served with you in charge.

Perhaps you could be my first lady.

Could you imagine the scandal?

A woman like you as the figurehead of Toronto the Good.

It's almost worth doing.

You there!

What do you think you're doing?

- Mr. Williams asked me to collect - He did no such thing.

And if he did, it was a big mistake.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Oh, I see.

Things are a little more serious than I imagined.

Miss Bloom, pick those things up.

I knew Williams was weak.

And stupid.

I asked him if he trusted you.

He said with his life.

Fool.

You come with me.

There may be a way out of this for you.

- Miss Bloom.

Are you coming?

- Yes.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

I have to let Miss Bloom know that I'm still alive.

- When this is over.

- Why bother?

She's already taken up with Graham.

- You watch your mouth.

- It's the truth.

Last time I saw them together, she was all over him.

Brazen.

If that's the case, then then something is wrong.

That's not her.

- George, don't!

- George.

Idiot.

(INDISTINCT SPEAKING)

And I should remind you, I only said there "may" be a way out of this for you.

You look so sad.

You needn't worry.

You just need to answer a simple question.

Are you with me or not?

I don't know how you could ask that.

Let me show you that I am.

And where's bloody Crabtree?

He went to find Miss Bloom.

And Miss Marsh?

She's yet to return.

Right.

Sir.

You collect Davis.

You two take Mr. Williams to the Crown Attorney's office.

We'll have to play the hand we're dealt.

I'll find Miss Marsh.

If Robert Graham has found her first she's already dead.

I think we should get back to I don't think so.

(LAUGHING IN DISBELIEF)

You can't be serious.

You k*lled my best friend.

- You k*lled the best man I have ever met - Get off of me.

And now, you, you are gonna die.

Nina!

- George?

- Nina, don't do it.

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERING)

(CHUCKLING)

Ah.

Now, Constable, that was a fortuitous entrance.

Let her go Graham.

Your list of mistakes just keeps growing.

Just let her go.

Get out of my way.

- (GASPING)

- Alright, alright!

(WHIMPERING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

There are four of us and only you, Mr. Graham.

I'd suggest you consider your odds.

I could k*ll her.

A flick of the wrist.

But then you would surely be charged with m*rder.

As of yet, regrettably, you won't be.

But one wrong move with Miss Bloom here and all that will change.

(WHIMPERING)

You realize, of course, she tried to k*ll me.

I want her charged.

Mr.

Graham, I think you'll find that from this day forward, what you want matters very little.

Escort him to the station house, Constable Crabtree.

Sir.

- In just a minute.

- (GRUNTING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

I hope you will forgive me for that, sir.

For what?

I hope you're getting used to this style of accomodation.

This isn't going to end well for you.

What are you going to do?

Reach through the bars and throttle me?

You don't have a lot of bargaining power, Mr. Graham.

Mr. Williams has already spoken against you.

Chief Constable Davis has signed an affidavit.

And it won't take us long to find the men who did your dirty work.

It's over.

Now will you sign that confession?

No.

I feel sorry for you.

- I have friends.

- As do I, Mr. Graham.

Much better ones.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

There will be new elections within the month.

Mr. Williams' position on the board of control needs to be filled.

They could use a woman like you.

One day, perhaps.

You risked a lot for me.

I'm very grateful.

Evil wins battles, never wars.

I'll see you at home.

Let me see you out, Miss Marsh.

George, I'm just so pleased that you're all right.

Well, I wasn't going to die on you Henry.

Not while you still owe me that $20.

I paid that back.

- You most certainly did not.

- I did.

I gave it to the police widow's fund upon your demise.

Could I have your attention, please, lads?

Constable Augustus Jackson gave his life doing what a copper does.

Trying to keep the peace and looking out for his fellow officer.

He gave his life for every single one of you in this station house.

Don't ever forget that.

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He was a stout, earnest fellow.

I liked him very much.

He d*ed trying to help me.

He was a policeman.

What else could he do?

You're staying?

For a time.

That is if you don't have any objections.

I do not.

Welcome aboard, Detective Watts.

Higgins.

Crabtree.

To Jackson.

(TOGETHER): To Jackson.