(theme music)
(lively jazz music)
(indistinct chatter)
- Well, if you need anything, please let me know.
Mrs. Hart. (violet sighs)
- I must say it is strange being back in this place.
- I can imagine.
Are you all right? - Still rather sore.
Just lucky the bullet didn't do any more damage.
- How's your state of mind?
- I've been through worse.
- You're a strong woman, violet hart.
But if you should ever need a shoulder,
You know you can call on me.
I almost forgot.
There's someone here who wants to see you.
- Sounds like trouble.
- It's not trouble.
An old friend.
He says he's moving to the city.
- Violet hart.
- Mr. Buchanan.
I haven't seen you since niagara.
- I should get back to the bar.
Um, lovely to see you again, isaiah.
- Miss bright.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm moving to toronto to better myself.
I'm going to take some courses at the university.
- Hm. Is that so?
Didn't think it easy for a coloured man to enroll.
- Ever hear of a mr. Delos davis?
- Of course.
It's not every day a black man is named king's counsel.
- Family friend.
He's going to pull some strings for me.
- You're going to be a lawyer.
- I've a mind to.
- I'm impressed.
- Then I'm doing something right already.
(chuckles)
Shall we sit?
- I wasn't planning on staying.
I'd best get going.
- Oh, then allow me to escort you.
- Where?
- Wherever you want.
- Hm.
Say, I hope I'm not too, uh, forward...
Walking you home. Your-your husband won't mind?
- My husband is dead.
(woman): Help! Somebody. Please!
- Come on! - Help!
(indistinct chatter)
- He's dead.
- Lord have mercy.
If we'd only been by earlier.
- He's been dead for a while.
Hard to say exactly how long.
- Until we meet again, may god hold you in the palm of his hand.
- Stand back.
- Sir, I'm a coroner. City of toronto.
That may be, but I'm colonel michaels
And john is one of my men.
- I have some preliminary findings--
- We take care of our own.
I suggest you do the same.
T's go find out.
- Excuse me.
Did you know him?
- Yes.
His name is john walsh.
He used to drink in the pub where I clear tables.
All the military lads do.
- You only knew him in passing?
- Suppose so.
- You fancied him, didn't you?
- I know it sounds mad.
He was to be an officer and I'm nothing but a barmaid.
- How did you happen across his body?
I was on my way home after work
And I saw something floating in the harbour.
I don't know what possessed me to go and see what it was.
- I'm very sorry, miss...?
- Drew. Maggie drew.
- Did mr. Walsh ever get into any fights at the pub?
- No. Why?
- I noticed some injuries on the body.
They aren't consistent with drowning.
- I only saw him last night. He was fine.
- Did you see him leave?
- Yes, around midnight.
- Where to?
- I don't know.
I-I'm sorry, I have to go.
- What happened?
- A young soldier was found dead in the harbour last night.
We were first on the scene.
His body was in the water for a while.
- So it's a military case.
- Does it matter?
The boy had injuries at the back of his head
And defensive wounds on his hands.
- They have their own investigators.
This case is not within our jurisdiction.
As a military man myself, I know how things work.
I can guarantee they will conduct a full investigation.
(baby babbling)
- Doctor!
- Oh!
George, I'm sorry. Am I in your way?
- Not at all.
Ah, well, yes, but I assume with good reason.
- I'm assisting a former colleague with a research study.
- What kind of study?
- Actually, it's one that you could partake in.
We need participants.
Dr. Binet and his student, theodore simon,
Designed this challenge
As a part of their study into the capacity of the human mind.
- Capacity for what?
- Intelligence. - Oh.
Sir? Are you taking the test?
- I don't believe the true scope of one's intelligence
Can be measured with a written test; not with these questions.
- William is a skeptic.
It's just a series of simple empirical questions
Resulting in a score.
An intelligence quotient.
- Quotient? I like that.
I should like to know my quotient
And I would like to compare it to the quotient of others.
- William scored very poorly.
- I have not taken the test! (laughing)
- Sir, doctor, george. - Oh, henry!
Would you like to have your intelligence measured?
- What for?
- So that you know how smart you are.
- What for?
- It's part of a study.
You fill this out and you get a score.
- I wouldn't put much stock in it, henry.
I suspect those who do are already
Somewhat intellectually challenged.
- Uh, can I do it while I'm at work?
- Don't see why not.
- Then sure.
"you need three pints of water.
How do you measure three pints
Using only a five pint can and a two pint can?"
What do I want three pints of water for?
- Uh, so, why did we stop here?
I want to take you for lunch.
- Hardly in the mood. - Why's that?
- I don't take kindly to people telling me what to do,
To say nothing, of ignoring my professional assessment of a case.
- Shame about that.
Um, but, you know, you have to let it go;
Some good food isn't a bad way to take your mind off it.
- I'm not letting it go.
- Do you have a choice? - No.
We have to get to the bottom of this like we did in niagara.
- Well, this isn't what I had in mind for our first rendezvous after all this time,
But, uh, I suppose it'll do.
- Good.
Now let's find out what happened to john walsh.
(light piano tune)
- Miss drew.
How are you feeling?
- This morning I put my shoes on the wrong feet
And for a long time I couldn't figure out what the matter was.
- Shock can last for days, longer sometimes.
- John left the pub around midnight the night before last.
Do you have any idea where he went?
He told me he was going to meet his friend, david.
David symington.
- Do you know where we could find him?
He's a recruit at fort york,
Though I doubt you'd find admittance there.
- Thank you for your time.
- There's something else.
Last night, after...
Well, after we found john,
I stopped in here to get my things
And david was in here with his fiancée.
He was shattered.
Crying into his pint.
- Must have heard what happened.
- I suppose so.
But then I heard him say, "what have I done?"
- "what have I done?"
Are you certain?
- Yes.
- Did he say anything else?
- Nothing. He was overcome.
He didn't mention another word about it.
- What is his fiancée's name?
- Ellen kirby.
- Do you know where we might find her?
- She lives over on parliament street.
- Thank you, miss drew.
- Who exactly are you people?
- Oh! Hello.
- I am the coroner for the city of toronto.
Mr. Buchanan and I were at fort york
When john walsh's body was pulled from the water.
- Oh, dear. I barely knew john.
- We were told you were a friend of the deceased.
- He was david's friend, my fiancé.
- We heard david was upset in the pub last night.
- 'course he was.
He'd just found out john had died.
- He was also overheard saying, "what have I done?"
What had he done?
- It was personal.
Their friendship was complicated.
- Is it true that david had met john the night before last?
- David had nothing to do with john walsh's death.
- I didn't mean to offend you.
- I think it's best you both leave.
Good luck to you.
- She sure changed her tune quite fast.
You'd think she'd want to help.
- She may not even know the truth.
Just wish I had some more time with the body.
- Maybe we can find a way for you to take a look.
- What did you have in mind?
- We walk onto that military base and try to find the doctor who did the post-mortem.
- Right.
You think they'll just let us waltz right up to him?
- Oh, who's gonna stop us? The army?
(chuckling)
Fortune favours the bold, miss hart.
- Huh.
- And bold you are.
What exactly do you intend to do?
- Follow my lead.
Special operative buchanan, at the request of colonel michaels.
- I'll need to see some identification.
- We know the way, recruit. Stand down.
- I can't let you-- - the colonel's waiting for us.
(man, from afar): Yes, captain!
- And what happens if he calls the colonel?
- I sure hope we'll be long gone by then.
Come on.
(indistinct orders being shouted)
(knocking)
- I'm sorry. How did you get in here?
Please, just a moment of your time.
I'm violet hart, the coroner for the toronto morgue.
We were first on the scene when john walsh's body was found.
We believe we have some information that you might find useful.
- Huh! And what may that be?
- Have you determined a cause of death?
- I thought you were here to give me information, not seek it.
Boy obviously drowned.
I disagree, sir.--
- You are a mere city coroner.
You don't have half the experience that I do.
My post-mortem is conclusive.
Hey!
Don't touch that!
His belongings are being held for his brother.
Leave them be. - I apologize.
- Did you consider the injuries on his head and his hands?
- The body was found near a marina
And it had been in the water for some time.
Did you consider that it may have knocked
Against rocks, boats and all manner of things leading to post-mortem injuries?
- May I see the body? - Certainly not.
(buchanan clears throat)
- If as you suggest that the injuries were made post-mortem,
The bruises and the nature of the wounds could help us come to a conclusion.
- My post-mortem was conclusive.
Accidental drowning.
Now I suggest the two of you show yourselves out
Before I call the guards.
(dramatic music)
- I got a call from colonel michaels.
What were you doing at the military base tossing his name around?
- Speaking with the doctor who performed the post-mortem.
- Was I talking to myself when I told you to stay away from this?
- I don't believe the doctor's conclusions.
There were unique injuries on the head and hands.
Those would hardly be caused by floating in the water.
- How do you know these injuries contributed to the death?
- We had a witness that said he was uninjured shortly before he died.
- Never mind that. It's done.
Let the military do their job.
Consider that an order.
- I suppose that's the end of the road?
- We'll see about that.
- I don't believe I've had the pleasure.
- Isaiah buchanan. - Detective murdoch.
Why don't we speak in private?
I'd like to hear more about this case.
That this is an unfortunate accident.
- And you don't trust the military to conduct their own proper investigation?
- I felt wounds on the back of his head
And saw defense wounds on his hands.
They were anything but accidental.
- Oh.
Any other leads?
- His friend, david symington. - Yes.
The night after john's death he was overheard saying, "what have I done?"
- We also found john's belongings at the army morgue.
He had a curious notebook, uh...
Like a journal full of codes and strange markings.
- You saw this yourself?
- Briefly.
- Where is that now?
- The doctor said his brother's picking up his belongings.
- That's where we're off to now.
He works at the hardware store on duke street.
- Duke street.
I could go.
You've already met the inspector's ire once.
- Twice, actually.
- All the more reason.
- I was hoping he'd work in the store with me,
But he insisted on the military instead.
- Had you spoken with your brother recently?
- Uh...
I mean, a few days ago.
He was upset that he'd been reprimanded.
- Reprimanded for what?
- For an altercation with another soldier.
- Do you know who? - Didn't say.
Just that it wasn't his fault and his commanding officer had it out for him.
No, my brother wasn't exactly a model soldier,
But, I mean, he didn't really respect their rules
Or their chain of command.
- So why stay?
- Well, he was studying engineering.
I mean, that's the reason he enlisted;
To make his mark as a military engineer.
- Do you know what your brother was doing
On the night that he died?
- No.
Do-do you think that someone did something to him?
- The military has stated that it was an accidental drowning.
(scoffs) - that's nonsense.
He could swim from rochester and back.
- Hm.
Perhaps his journal could shed some light on his final days and hours.
- How did you know about his journal?
- Oh, it was listed amongst his personal effects.
- Oh. I hoped the same,
But good luck making any sense of it.
- What do you mean? - Well, take a look.
See, john liked to make lists of...
Well, everything.
Things that he saw,
Things that he liked, things he didn't like.
He was always that way, just particular and obsessive.
- "11:53. He returned h.D. Locked.
11:56 shaved lint from u..."
- Everything's either abbreviated, or in code.
I couldn't make any sense of it.
- May I borrow this?
- Yeah. - Thank you.
- Yes, I was john walsh's commanding officer.
What about it?
- I understand he was recently reprimanded
For an altercation with a fellow recruit.
- The last in a long line of such incidents.
The other recruits took issue with john.
- Why was that?
- The young man had eccentricities.
- Such as?
- Well, in this last case,
He was smacked by a fellow recruit
For repeatedly locking a door.
- Someone was unlocking it?
- No.
It was a compulsion, I guess you'd say.
It was not logical, but such was john's nature.
- I see.
And this behaviour caused more than one such incident?
- Oh, yes.
He was not well regarded by his fellow recruits.
But if you're here because you think one of them killed him,
I can disabuse you of that notion.
His eccentricities were disliked, but minor,
Not a motive for murder.
- Nevertheless, I don't believe his death to have been an accident.
- Detective-- - the coroner for the city of toronto
Observed injuries to his body.
His brother stated that he was a very strong swimmer.
Something just doesn't add up here.
Wouldn't you like to learn the truth, colonel?
Or are you protecting someone? - Yes.
His family.
The young man committed suicide.
- Suicide?
You told his brother that his death was an accident.
- A harsh truth like that's best kept from the family.
It will not be on his military record.
I trust this concludes your interest in the matter. Good day.
- Constables. How do you feel you did?
- I have to say, doctor, I tend to agree with the detective.
I'm not entirely convinced of the test's merits.
- Well, I suppose that's why my colleague is looking for participants.
Your answers could help to improve the questions.
- Well, it seems some of the questions have little to do
With intelligence at all.
For example, this one says,
"which of these faces is prettier?"
What kind of a question is that?
- That one was easy. You just pick the prettier one.
- Well, it's most certainly not a test of knowledge or trivia,
But there must be some method to mr. Binet's madness.
Are you ready to hand them in?
- What's all this then?
- A test to measure one's intelligence, sir.
- Care to try your hand, inspector?
We're looking for volunteers.
- Why would you want to measure your intelligence, higgins?
Won't exactly be a boost of confidence.
- Well, I think I did quite well actually, sir.
- Better than he would. - What was that?
- Hm? - What? - Eh?
- Ah, higgins thinks he's done quite well, sir.
You two think you're clever, don't you?
I tell you what:
If you score higher than me, you can have the weekend off.
- And if you beat us? - You mean "when."
When I beat ya, you go back to work
And you stop all this fannying around.
I'll have this back to you in the morning, doctor.
- Good luck, inspector. - Good evening.
- The entire weekend off, hm?
Doctor, maybe I'll actually go over my answers one more time.
- Actually, I might make a couple of adjustments myself.
- Suicide?
- According to the colonel.
- But the injuries?
- Perhaps the military doctor's assessment
That they were inflicted post-mortem was correct.
- Well, what about the blows to his head?
- He could have jumped off a bridge. We don't know.
We have found nothing that explicitly discounts the possibility of suicide.
In fact, it would answer some of our questions.
- I don't believe it. No one we talked to said anything
About him wanting to kill himself.
- Apparently, he'd been struggling in the military.
Perhaps the pressure was too much.
- What about david symington?
What did he mean when he said, "what have I done?"
How does that fit with their suicide theory?
- Perhaps mr. Symington also suspected suicide
And felt that he, in some way, contributed to john walsh's melancholy.
- Or he's a killer and the military's covering it up.
The pub is just up here.
(struggling sounds) (violet): What was that?
- It came from over here.
Stop! Toronto constabulary!
- He's been beaten badly, but he's still alive.
- Someone call for an ambulance!
- Sir? Sir? Are you all right?
- Who did this to you?
- We need to get him to a hospital.
- Telephone for an ambulance.
- Miss drew, do you know this man?
- I do. That's david symington.
(panting) - I lost the attacker.
- Did you get a look at him?
- No, he was too far ahead of me.
He was holding something. Could have been a weapon.
- We were just on our way to speak with him.
This must have something to do with the murder.
- If that was the case, it's very unlikely mr. Symington here is the killer.
Much more likely that he knows something.
- Ah, dr. Ogden, the very person.
My intelligence test.
- How did you fare? - Piece of cake.
The one with the circles... It was b, right?
- I wasn't sure about that one myself, actually. - Hm.
But we mustn't take it too seriously.
It's just a bit of fun. - A bit of fun.
How did tweedledee and tweedledum do?
- I'm afraid I haven't had time to review their tests yet.
- Sure you had a glance.
(chuckles) - inspector,
I'll have all of your scores back to you this afternoon.
Good day. - Good day. (chuckles)
(murdoch): Last night, a young recruit
Was attacked and brutally beaten in the alley outside the pub.
He was a friend of john walsh,
The other recruit whose body was pulled from the water.
Now, I suspect these two events are related.
- You've decided to stick your nose in this, too?
- Sir, the military's account of the events doesn't add up.
- So who's the lad that was beaten up?
- David symington.
He was witnessed saying,
"what have I done?" after john walsh's body was found.
- A suspect then? - Possibly.
Or he knows something.
- Someone tried to kill him to keep him quiet.
- That would be my guess.
- Nevertheless, murdoch, leave the case alone.
It's a military matter.
- Begging your pardon, sir,
But the military is not exempt from justice.
One young man is already dead, another one may soon be.
I'm not going to wait to find out who's next.
(sighs)
Hello?
Detective murdoch of the toronto constabulary.
- I'm david's fiancée, ellen kirby.
- How is he?
- They say he'll likely live.
- Has he said anything yet?
- No.
He hasn't woken up.
- Do you have any idea who could have done this?
Maybe it's because he went to meet with john that night.
- John... John walsh?
He met with john walsh the night that he died?
- No. They were meant to, but... John never showed up.
- Oh.
I'm very sorry, miss kirby.
(knocking)
- This is a private room.
I don't want you bothering me and my fiancé while he's in this state.
- Miss kirby,
Miss hart is likely the reason that mr. Symington is still alive.
It was at her insistence that we continued to pursue this case
And very likely the reason
We came across mr. Symington before he was beaten to death.
- Oh.
I'm sorry.
(soft music)
- The military can't possibly call this an accident.
- I should think not.
- What now?
- Mr. Symington was to meet with john walsh
The night that he died.
What were those two meeting about?
- Repetitive rituals performed compulsively.
I've read about this disorder.
Apparently these rituals made him unpopular
With the fellow recruits, but I don't understand it.
We all have habits and routines.
- Yes, william, but this is different.
Esquirol studied individuals who used rituals to control their anxiety.
If they don't follow these rituals,
They feel they can't function in the world. - Hm.
He mentions "d" a number of times on the day that he died.
Who is "d"? David?
- David symington. It's simple enough.
- He was to meet with him that night.
But ellen kirby says that they never met.
What does the rest of the entry about "d" mean?
- "r-u-n-c-o-r".
- "runcor."
- Hm.
It's not a cypher. At least, not one I can crack.
- Run "c-o-r"?
- Perhaps.
Then who is cor?
- "cor."
Could be a person, someone he was running from?
- Hm. (phone ringing)
Detective murdoch.
Yes, sir.
I see.
All right. I'll be right there.
Apparently the military has made an arrest
In the assault on david symington.
- Oh.
Good luck.
(knocking) - ah, murdoch!
I asked colonel michaels to come in.
Have a seat.
- I'm relieved this nasty business is over.
- Oh. Have you made an arrest?
- Robert walsh, john walsh's brother.
- Uh... And his motive?
- He blamed symington for his brother's death.
Witnesses said he threatened him last night.
- Tragedy upon tragedy.
It's unfortunate, but...
We cannot allow an undisciplined thug to debase the uniform
And destroy a promising military career.
- David symington was assaulted with a weapon.
Have you recovered that?
- Found the wrench used in the assault in robert walsh's store.
- I'd like to speak with him.
(clears throat)
- I understand that you were there
In the immediate aftermath of the altercation.
Inspector brackenreid tells me you have no clue what transpired
And you were unable to apprehend the attacker.
- I didn't quite put it that way.
- The assailant fled because we were busy saving the boy's life.
- I'm glad you did.
I assure you we'll do what's necessary to find justice.
- No, you won't.
We will.
Detective murdoch will take over from here.
(chuckling dryly) - beg your pardon?
- John walsh was found on your grounds.
David symington may be a military recruit,
But he was assaulted in my ward.
That means this is our case. - Tom.
- You'll transfer robert walsh to my cells
And provide me with any evidence that you have against him.
We followed your rules, colonel.
Now you follow ours.
Robert walsh is now in our cells.
- This is the evidence in the case? - Correct.
But it looks to me like the colonel might be right on this one.
Numerous witnesses in the pub saw walsh threaten symington just before the attack.
- I take it this is the weapon?
- Found at walsh's hardware store. Traces of blood.
- That's what the attacker was using last night? - That's what they say.
- I saw that man running off and I could have sworn
Whatever he had in his hand was longer than that.
- They're lying.
- How do you mean?
- I saw symington right after the attack happened.
He had at least three distinct wounds to his skull.
It's possible there was a fracture.
The injuries weren't caused by something with a sharp edge like that;
Would have been a blunt implement.
- So they are lying.
They're using robert walsh's threat as a scapegoat.
Someone is trying to cover up what happened to john walsh.
- The colonel.
- Seems likely.
If he's behind this, he won't be a colonel for much longer.
With statements
That place you at the pub the night that mr. Symington was assaulted.
You were thrown out.
- He killed my brother.
- Are you certain of that?
- If he didn't, then he knows something about it.
- A spanner with blood on it was found in your store.
- I'm being set up.
The blood was probably already there,
Or they put it on when they found it.
All I know is I never hit anyone with anything.
- All right.
Where did you go after the altercation?
- I, uh, I went down to the spot where john was found
Just to... Say goodbye.
I'd had more than a few.
- Did anyone see you? - No, it was late.
- I wish I could help you, mr. Walsh.
But without an alibi, you could be facing charges.
- Diabhal!
- I beg your pardon? - Oh!
I-I was only cursing. I apologize.
- But what did you say?
It-it's nothing. It's irish.
- R-u-n-c-o-r...
There-there's nothing.
- "runcor" certainly doesn't sound irish.
- Oh, wait.
- There's a possibility that it is irish, or at least in part.
"rún" - roon,
Which means, uh, secret.
- Secret. "rún-cor".
A secret about cor.
Something he was going to tell david?
Could it be about the fiancée?
- Ellen kirby? Possibly.
But I believe she's represented by the letter "e".
"e" for "ellen".
There's a number of references to "d" and "e".
- Oh, here's cor a few days earlier.
It says "caid." "c-a-I-d".
That sounds irish.
- Caid...
Caid--caidreamh.
Caidreamh.
It means "affair."
John walsh knew something that led to this tragedy.
A secret.
- How can you possibly know that?
That's a wild assumption.
- I don't believe it to be an assumption.
Mr. Walsh kept detailed notes in his journal.
- About what?
- The irish word for affair
Is caidreamh.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
You were having an affair, weren't you?
Mr. Walsh learned of this affair
And that's why he wanted to meet with his friend david,
In order to tell him the truth.
- Yes.
It's true.
David went to meet john.
He was hurt, angry.
They fought and...
- Why would they fight?
Why would david be upset
That his friend john wanted to tell him the truth?
- Because the affair was with john.
- I don't believe that to be true, miss kirby.
- What do you mean?
"run cor."
Run, or in this case, rún, means secret
And cor, I believe, is the abbreviation of choirnéal.
Colonel.
Colonel michaels killed john
To prevent him from telling anyone
Of the affair that he was having with you.
- Yes...
Yes, it's true. It... It's all true.
- My only question is...
How did the colonel know where john would be that night?
- It was me.
- David asked me what it could have been about,
What john wanted to tell him.
- I knew, of course. I told the colonel.
Colonel michaels demanded david tell him where he was meeting john
And ordered him to stay away.
- And when david learned what had happened,
He blamed himself
For sending john to his death.
- He lamented what he'd done, but he hadn't done a thing.
- It was all my fault.
- Colonel michaels.
- You again.
Haven't we had this conversation already?
- You're under arrest for the murder of john walsh.
- What? On what grounds?
- Miss kirby has confessed to your affair
And to the events leading up to the murder.
- What does she say?
- Your lawyer can request a copy of her statement.
- I admit to nothing.
- You do have the right to silence.
But I will be taking this into evidence.
Thank you. Constables.
- He's all yours. - Thank you.
I'll need to take some photographs.
The handle is a perfect match for david symington's wounds.
- Has he woken up? - No.
But they believe he will soon.
Even without his account we can lay charges against colonel michaels.
- And what of john walsh?
- I believe he was struck with the shaft, not the handle.
- Meaning we can't prove it.
- No. In fact, I'm skeptical this is the weapon that was used.
Uh...
Take a look at his hands. - They're a mess, eh?
- Several unique wounds on the back of his hands
And wooden splinters in his palms.
- Small and circular. Strange.
- So he was hit with something, but not this stick.
- That would seem to be the case. - Then with what?
- Might be this.
Found it near the place we found the body.
- Oh!
Let's have a look!
- So you decided to just continue investigating?
- I asked him to, inspector.
- Oh, you're doing our job for us now are you, miss hart?
- Simply assisting, sir.
- Well, good work.
- Thank you, sir.
- What do you think, murdoch?
- Well, sir, judging by this,
I believe mr. Buchanan may have found what we've been looking for.
- Anything else?
- There are fingermarks.
But I don't believe them to be a match for the colonel's.
- Ah, bloody hell.
So he didn't do it?
- There's only one other person who could have done this.
(dramatic music)
Ellen kirby killed john walsh herself.
That was quite a performance you put on, miss kirby.
We almost believed your story.
But your fingermarks were found on the murder weapon.
John walsh was a decent young man.
He didn't deserve what you did to him.
Neither did your fiancé.
How could you let that happen to him?
- I'm not saying anything without my lawyer.
- You do realize my father is jed kirby.
His name means something in this town.
- Hm.
And now, miss kirby, so does yours.
- You beat a young recruit nearly to death.
You're a disgrace to your uniform.
- I had to protect her.
It was for love.
I know what it looks like, but it's true.
We loved one another.
- Mr. Symington has just regained consciousness.
Lucky for you, assault and battery carries with it a much lesser sentence.
- Lucky?
I'll be discharged.
And ellen?
- She'll likely be hanged.
- All this for what?
John walsh was a nobody.
He never was gonna make it in the military.
- Not under your command.
(dramatic music)
Thank you for this, mr. Walsh.
Without it, your brother's legacy would have been very different.
- And without you, detective.
- Oh, you can give all of your thanks to miss hart here.
Her determination is the only reason any of this was uncovered.
- Well, thank you, miss hart.
- You two have met?
- I'm accompanying him to his brother's ceremony.
- John's being honoured with a full military funeral.
- They say that grief divided is made lighter.
- Well done.
- So, I have everyone's results.
- Right, so, here we all are. How did we do?
- Quite well.
In fact, inspector, you just managed to edge out george.
- Oh. (chuckles) you all right, me ol' mucker?
Wisdom comes with experience, as they say.
- No surprise there, sir. Well done.
- And what about this one? Did he get any answers right?
- Yes! In fact, henry scored the best of everyone.
- What? - Him? - Really?
- You sure about that? - Quite.
- Huh.
Don't know what to say.
I guess I'll be taking the weekend off, sir.
Deal's a deal. - Fine.
Crabtree, rip up this week's schedule.
Higgins will be mucking out the stables for the rest of the month.
- Sir? - And next month!
- Oh, I'm so sorry, henry.
I didn't realize this silly test would cause such consternation.
- Oh, it's all right.
And I still get to make fun of george for being daft.
- Except I'm not the one on stable duty.
- You got the answers wrong on purpose, didn't you?
Higgins, I don't know how smart I am,
But only a nitwit would beat his boss on an intelligence test.
- Oh.
(jazz music)
- Thought you intended to make yourself scarce.
- This place is hard to stay away from.
- The music?
The drinks?
No. My captivating company.
- All of those things, mrs. Bright. - Hm...
You're a terrible liar, miss hart.
At least on this matter.
Do have fun.
- Glad you stuck with it. - Uh.
Glad you challenged me to do so.
- I must say, it, uh, made me want to get back into private investigation.
Nothing quite like the feeling of cracking a case.
- You have more important things to tend to.
- That I do.
Was that too forward? Given-- - I'm not sure.
Better try it again.
(clears throat)
- Oh, so you decided to take the intelligence test after all.
- Well...
- I thought you declared it ineffective.
- Uh!
It's just a bit of fun. Why not?
- You just want to know that you're smarter than everyone else, don't you?
(sighs) - no.
Although that part should be self-evident.
- William murdoch!
I've never known you to be so vain.
- I am not!
I just wanted to know how my results compared to yours.
- Oh, did you now?
Well, let's have a look, shall we?
Number one, question... Oh!
That's wrong. Number two...
Oh! That's wrong, too.
Look! - What? - So many wrong!
Oh, there's another wrong one! No, oh!
- I... Let me see that-- (giggling)
- No! No! Ah! No! No! Stop! (laughing)
- You are lying to me! - They're all right!
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