[ Door rattling ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Laughter, indistinct conversations ]
[ Knocking ]
[ Door opens]
Thank goodness you're here.
Ah. Yes.
Our supply of victims is running low.
Tell me, Frye, what is it that makes a man rush back up a hill
he's fallen down time and time again?
Banerjee, I'm here to play.
Are you gonna let me in or not?
No sense of humor to be found here.
Well...
Jarvis! You're out.
- YOUNG MAN: See you later. - YOUNG MAN #2: Bye, Jarvis.
You've been replaced.
You two ought to have learned some manners by now.
We are terribly unpopular this evening, brother.
Cheers, Jarvis.
We'll see you again when Papa sends your allowance.
Damn darkies.
At least we're not here on scholarship.
You know what?
One day, you boys are gonna get exactly what you deserve.
What did you say?
Do you want the whole school to hear you? Get back in there.
Best let him go.
Come on.
Every time we move, I think things will change.
They never do.
This is unusual, even for them.
[Whirring]
Hello?
- Can I help you? - Yes. Hello.
We were told to speak to a Detective William Murdoch.
- How may I be of assistance? -[ Whirring stops]
These are our sons, Vik and Sunil.
They're missing.
When did your sons disappear?
Their correspondence ceased two weeks ago.
Correspondence?
Do you not live in Toronto?
I am an emissary for the Raj, posted in Ottawa.
For the duration, we placed our sons
at a boarding school -- Laird College.
Laird College?
My wife would give my eyeteeth to fix our boys a spot up there.
Two weeks missing, and no one batted an eye.
The headmaster believed we pulled them out of enrollment.
Is it possible your sons simply abandoned their studies?
PADMA: But they have nowhere to go.
We have no connections in this country.
Something is wrong, Detective.
I understand your concern, Mr. and Mrs. Banerjee.
We'll look into it.
BRACKENREID: I'll see you out.
When I was in Afghanistan,
I fought alongside some good Indian men.
I have a deep respect for your part of the Empire.
Perhaps I was one of those men. I fought that war, as well.
[ Chuckles] it was devilishly hot.
- Oh. - Sand everywhere.
EMBREE: This withdrawal letter found its way to my desk.
How was I to know it was a forgery?
- Tuesday, the 14th. - Ah.
Ah!
The same date the parents
stopped receiving correspondence.
It was likely written by the Banerjee brothers themselves.
- They were troublemakers, then? - Quite.
For 25 years, I've matriculated both members of Parliament
and your run-of-the-mill degenerates.
The Banerjee brothers were the latter.
Did you not find it suspicious
that they left behind all of their belongings?
EMBREE: It happens more often than you'd expect
with the sons of diplomats.
Besides, I've been busy interviewing professors
for our Department of Literature.
I see.
Did the brothers associate with any students
that we could interview?
Yeah.
BOY: Hello, rabbit.
- May I play with him? - Her.
No, you can't.
Miss Clark. Good afternoon.
That's an unusual encumbrance.
I've just procured my latest test subject.
- Oh. What's the experiment? - Hormonal therapy.
She is barren, like yourself.
And I hope to synthesize a medicine
-that may help her conceive. - Medicine?
- And you say you're close. - But not successful.
My experiment has reached an impasse.
I will inform you when I need a human subject.
Perhaps I could assist you.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
EMBREE: Frye, Moore, Jarvis.
Front and center. [ Snaps fingers]
This is Detective Murdoch and Inspector Brackenreid.
They have some questions for you.
Gentlemen, I have business to attend to.
MURDOCH: Good day, gentlemen.
Do you recall the last time you saw the Banerjee brothers?
It has been awhile.
MURDOCH: Did their absence not alarm you?
What was the nature of your friendship?
We studied together. That's it.
Can you think of any reason why they may have fled?
We haven't the slightest.
Do you have any knowledge of their whereabouts?
No, sir.
What are you doing here?
JOHN: I've been in since morning.
Yes, but what are you doing here?
I'm a policeman.
You weren't always a policeman.
You simply put on a uniform and converted, as it were.
I suppose.
Fairly young to be withering your brain over paperwork.
In fact, it's dangerous.
How do you intend to make room for wisdom?
I intend to do my job.
Hmm.
Where does a young man grow such certainty?
[ Sighs] I'm not certain.
I'm just "here,"
-as you call it. - Mm, I see.
So you are not certain you want to be a policeman?
[Sighs]
- They know something. - I never said they didn't.
But they won't be telling us.
Sir, I'm certain if we interviewed them separately,
they would respond to questioning.
You seem to forget what it was like to be young.
Sir, when I was young, I was happy to aid the police.
- As an amateur detective... -[ Sighs]
'Course you did, Murdoch.
John.
A moment?
Are you out of your mind?!
We have more experienced constables.
Yes. But none that are young enough.
What is the case?
Two boys have gone missing from their boarding school,
and none of the students will speak to us.
And you think they'll talk to me?
Yes, if you're a student.
[Sighs] Murdoch.
He's hardly gotten his feet wet.
I never will if you keep coddling me.
- Sir? - Oh, all right.
Hello, everyone. I'm John.
Congratulations.
-[ Chuckles ] - I need a seat.
Glad to see you found the class.
You lot won't be sitting on your heels any longer.
I've found your new literature professor.
CRABTREE: Headmaster.
- All yours. - Hello, all.
I am Professor Colin Matthews.
Today we are set to embark on the most epic of journeys
to the most exotic of locales.
Our destination -- ancient Egypt.
MOORE: [Snoring]
-[ Laughter] - CRABTREE: Oh, very funny.
The brightest of a generation,
and that's the best you've come up with?
Now, the vessel upon which we are about
to embark on our journey is a novel
by the criminally under appreciated author
George Crabtree.
It is...
"Curse of the Pharaohs."
Can we please have something else?
Why? You're not fond of the book?
The opposite.
It's great.
Oh, really?
What's your favorite, uh...
What is it that makes it so "great"?
[ Door closes ]
DR. OGDEN: An infertile rabbit is a rare specimen.
Three seems most unlikely. However did you find them?
An exhaustive search of the local farms.
They were glad to be rid of their fruitless does.
And the cause of infertility?
Well, their reproductive organs function,
but they cannot enter a state of heat.
It suggests hormone deficiency.
And you have a medicinal treatment to address this?
Chasteberry has been used in folk infertility remedies
since ancient Greece.
I aim to extract its medicine
much the same way as aspirin was from willow bark.
What have you tried so far?
CLARK: Using the coca leaf as model,
I've created a paste of chasteberry, water, and solvent.
Yet the paste keeps reacting to any chemical I add to purify it.
Well, unlike coca leaf, chasteberry contains sugar.
If we suspend it in alcohol,
we can synthesize the plant's medicine
without the live material interfering.
Yeah. It's worth a fair shot.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
YOUNG MAN: Hey! Come on!
[ Conversations continue]
Gentlemen, could I have your attention, please?
Vik and Sunil Banerjee are still missing.
If anyone has any information as to their whereabouts,
you better come see me at Station House Number Four.
Thank you.
Oi, you there.
I've not seen you before.
You wouldn't be avoiding the constabulary
by any chance, would you?
You haven't seen me because I'm new.
You better start adding a "sir" to the end of your sentences.
Sod off. Sir.
What did you just say?
Stand up! Come here!
I'd like to see if you've got the nerve
to repeat yourself now.
Good. Seems to me like you've learned your lesson.
-[ Young men gasp] - YOUNG MAN: No way!
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Your colleague and I need to have a little chat.
[ Light laughter]
When I said you could get rowdy,
I didn't mean punch me in the face.
It had to look real.
As long as the right people saw it.
Constable Crabtree doesn't need to be here.
- I have this in hand. - Oh, is that right?
So, what do you know so far?
- Not much. -[ Sighs]
Here, take this.
Maybe it will loosen a few tongues.
- And be careful. -[ Chuckles ]
Good punch, by the way.
Gerald Jarvis.
Proud son of Gordon Jarvis, the barrister.
John. Simpson.
Son of Thomas Simpson, the whiskey brewer.
You got gumption, punching that inspector like that.
I don't like to be pushed.
JARVIS: I'm just surprised you're not in jail.
He was satisfied to rough me up.
[ Knock on door]
[ Chuckles ] It's for you.
JOHN: [Chuckles]
It took me ages to get my invitation.
What do you mean?
"Be ready in 15 minutes. Bring money."
What is this?
It's an invitation to the real school.
[ Breathes sharply]
Tell me once more -- How did you fall?
I walked into a door.
No, you didn't. What happened?
-[ Sighs ] John hit me. - What?!
Margaret, calm down if you want to go to dinner.
I have no problem instructing the driver
to turn this carriage around.
Fine.
[ Breathes deeply] Go on.
He walloped me in front of the Laird students
so that they would adopt him into their group.
Oh, Thomas!
Boys of such class won't stand for such abhorrent behavior!
Oh! They'll think him a vagrant.
Now he won't make any connections there.
BRACKENREID: You do understand he's not really a student?
He's a police officer on duty.
I know that!
I just hope that perhaps his time at Laird College
might change his thinking.
BRACKENREID: You won't let that go, will you?
It's not my decision that he follows in my footsteps.
- It's his. - Well, you could discourage him.
BRACKENREID: I have.
It seems that he's as stubborn as his mother.
[ Scoffs ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
JOHN: [Laughs]
- JARVIS: Welcome. - What is this?
Much better than our fathers' clubs, I can assure you.
No trite conversations over brandy
and no pretending we have influence over things
half a world away.
But we do have cigars.
Cheers.
- YOUNG MAN: All right, call. -[Laughs]
Those cards? They're from France.
I want to go to France.
- Where did you get them? - The Banerjee brothers.
Apparently their parents were posted there for a time.
Should have stayed there.
How do I purchase cards from them?
You can't.
They're gone, and good riddance.
- What happened to them? - FRYE: Disappeared.
Conveniently the same night
that they lost a hideous amount to me.
MOORE: Quit complaining. I covered their losses.
Yeah, and you're the house now.
So who's really winning?
MOORE: If you want to play, you need money.
I have something even better.
A break from whatever vinegar you're brewing in the corner.
Your father's whiskey.
Capital.
JOHN: I didn't believe there'd be enough spores
to kill seven Egyptologists.
One, perhaps two.
But seven?
Well, Simpson.
That's called taking "artistic license."
Class, were none of you drawn in
by the rich atmosphere of ancient Egypt?
Not really.
But some of the descriptive passages here --
"the sandy desert broken only by the mighty Nile."
You know?
The Sphinx, the Pyramids.
"The Great Pyramids, both triangular and huge."
FRYE: I've been to Egypt,
unlike you, who clearly has never left the continent.
The only thing of note about Egypt
is that it's unpleasantly hot.
Frye, if you're not careful,
you'll be cynical your whole life.
Who cares? None of this matters.
All right, class. That's enough for today.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Meet me tonight.
NINA: [ Chuckles]
Forbidden fruit?
Nina.
I regret I'm not in the mood.
Too jaded by the state of today's youth.
What do you mind?
You don't have to teach.
I know it's all a ruse,
but if I could just reach this one student...
If I could just reach this one teacher...
I mean, his grades were excellent in the past.
I feel he's just given up on himself.
I know there's passion in him. He just...
He needs to discover it.
Well, then charm him.
I once had a Star Room customer who never paid me any attention.
-It's hardly the same. - Sure, it is.
I tried everything to intrigue him.
I even changed my costume, inspired by his profession.
Nina, I don't know if I want to hear any more of this.
I assure you, the effort was worth it.
The customer was you.
[ Chuckles ]
Mm...
DR. OGDEN: Well, this is disheartening.
She was the only doe to receive the chemical.
The medicine appears to be poisonous.
I see.
Not to say I'm giving up.
Well, no. Of course not.
Thank you for letting me know.
Well, I should get back to work.
Something on your mind, Julia?
It's nothing.
Just a slow day at the morgue.
Good news for the living.
DR. OGDEN: [Chuckles]
I've just been thinking about how I rely on my work so much
for my sense of purpose.
The satisfaction of a job well done
is one of life's greatest pleasures.
Is it wrong to want more?
No.
But I've never known you to be one to wait for change.
You always create it.
Perhaps I've said the wrong thing.
DR. OGDEN: On the contrary.
You said just what needed to be said.
Nothing.
What exactly are we looking for?
The Banerjees made a still from science equipment.
I got the sense that they spent a lot of time in here.
[ Board creaking ]
[ Creaking continues]
CRABTREE: [ Breathes sharply]
[ Board clatters ]
JOHN: Is that blood?
Where would that have come from?
John. Get a Petri dish and some glue.
And I need...
Found them.
Violet phosphorous.
JOHN: What are you doing?
I am illuminating the invisible.
Violet phosphorous absorbs visible light
and translates it into ultraviolet radiation.
At least I think that's how the detective put it.
Get the lights.
If there's blood, this will reveal it.
JOHN: [ Breathes sharply] So much blood.
May have been the perpetrator
stepped in his own victim's blood.
Seems to lead this way.
Seems to me the body was brought from over there,
to this wall...
and then dragged back as far as...
This hasn't been cleaned out in ages.
This top layer is fresh,
but it's the middle of June.
Look at this.
What is that?
[ Blows ] Bone.
- Do you know who's responsible? - Not yet.
We need you to keep this quiet.
We don't want to tip the murderer.
You have my word.
The fewer people who know about this, the better.
Excellent improvisation with the ultraviolet light, George.
Just when I think no one is listening.
- Oh. It was nothing, sir. - What have you found?
It's impossible to determine so far, sir,
until we sift through all of the ashes.
- And the shoe print? - CRABTREE: Sir.
Average size, average style. Could be anybody's.
Walter Moore.
I beg your pardon?
Walter Moore, one of the boys.
- I'm certain he's involved. - BRACKENREID: Why?
He's taken over the Banerjees' gambling business.
"Follow the money." You always say that.
BRACKENREID: Hm.
If it is his shoe, would there still be traces of blood?
There very well could be.
But if you want to be sure, use this.
I have a special assignment for you today, lads.
It should be a real treat. Life-changing, even.
I would like you each to write your own obituary.
A rather morbid turn to your lectures.
Not at all, Jarvis.
In fact, it will give you cause to reflect
on the things that make life worth living.
I mean, we can sit around
reading about heroes all you like.
Or you can be the heroes.
The heroes in the stories of your own lives.
- And how would yours read, sir? - Well, I don't know, Mr. Moore.
I suppose it would go something like...
"Professor Colin Matthews is survived
by his beautiful wife and seven children.
A virile gentleman, to say the least.
His eulogy was delivered by his best friend,
William M-M-Murphy.
And he died the author of Canada's universally praised --
nay, lauded -- series, 'The Secrets of Go Home Lake."'
[ Chuckles] Is that all?
[ Laughter]
Well, if you imagine greater things for yourself, Mr. Frye,
I implore you, get to work.
(lass.
Detective Watts, are you occupied?
In terms of police work, no.
Are those --
I borrowed these from your desk.
[ Clears throat] In the future, I would appreciate it --
WATTS: You can't see out of them.
MURDOCH: They're meant to see heat.
Eventually.
More work is required.
Perhaps you might explain why heat needs to be seen.
I will, on the way to the storage shed.
What's the task at hand?
A messy one, I'm afraid.
The dissection reveals she was in heat at time of death.
That's very unusual.
But you were successful in stimulating its hormones.
We should test at a lower dosage.
Even if it is safe for rabbits, it may not be for you.
Well, I'm willing to take the chance.
You would put yourself at risk for what?
The approval of your husband?
It's not for his approval.
William very much wants a child, and so do I.
Well, the other rabbits aren't dead yet, Doctor.
I will inform you when I have results.
Thank you.
What did you find?
These bone and tooth fragments.
But they're too damaged to yield any information. You?
Well, I found these curious bits of metal.
One of these teeth has been hollowed out.
These must be amalgam fillings.
Oh. Then we need to find out if the boys had fillings.
Oh. Oh.
Detective, has it occurred to you
that we're covered in human remains?
Yes, it had, Detective.
But I'd hoped to... keep it unspoken.
- Mm-hmm. -[ Sighs]
That new professor is far too enthusiastic.
It's nearly indecent.
Oh, he's all right.
Say, do you have any of those postcards left?
Only from my personal collection.
Why?
I'll play you for them.
If I lose, I'll trade you my brand-new Oxfords
for your ratty pair.
If I win, I get your collection.
One draw only. Agreed?
Deal.
So, why did you take over the Banerjee club anyway?
Why do anything?
For fun.
Draw or stay?
JOHN: Three, please.
You must be happy they're gone.
No one seemed to like the brothers.
I had no quarrel with them.
How about the rest?
They didn't like them because they were brown.
That's why they moved on.
- Moved on? - Left this place.
They're cooking up their next scheme as we speak.
JOHN: They are?
Draw or stay?
I'm taking two.
Ready?
Flip.
JOHN: [Sighs] Nothing.
MOORE: Four 3s.
Can't beat a good player.
[ Suspenseful music plays]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
YOUNG MAN: The seminar's over.
- M r. Frye. - What now?
May I discuss something with you?
You drew this caricature of me
in lieu of your obituary assignment.
You chased me to chastise me?
Actually, I came to commend you. It's quite good.
I never asked your opinion.
CRABTREE: Also, I saw some of the drawings
you did for the Laird Chronicle.
You gave them up.
They bored me.
Mr. Frye, why are you trying at great lengths
to hide your talent?
What do I need talent for? Hmm?
So I can write the finest waybills
that my father's shipping business has ever seen?
CRABTREE: [ Sighs 1
[ Stammers ] There's more to life than just work.
- You shouldn't turn your back -- - Just give it a rest, will you?
You know, Professor Abrams never meddled this much.
Is he ever coming back?
Where did he go?
Couldn't tell you.
He never said goodbye.
Vive la France.
-[ Door closes ] -[ Sighs ]
I was wrong.
There was nothing on Moore's shoes.
Not even dirt.
I was sure it was him.
Don't beat yourself up, John.
One piece of advice.
I'm sure Detective Murdoch would say this, as would your father.
In this line of work, you're wrong until you're right.
Come on.
PADMA: You have news, Inspector?
- There was a murder on campus. - You're not saying --
Let him finish, Padma.
The victim had fillings in the central incisor and first molar.
Now, I have to ask if either Vik or Sunil had any such fillings.
No, they didn't.
So, where are my sons, Detective?!
Sirs, I don't think the Ba-- Uh...
The -- Come here.
We'll be right back.
Excuse us.
- What is it, Crabtree? - CRABTREE: Sirs.
I've been filling a vacancy in the literature department.
We bloody well know that, don't we?
Yes. But why is there a vacancy?
Sirs.
Look at the last professor's agenda.
He stopped writing the same day the boys disappeared.
Not only that -- Some of these illicit postcards
the boys have been selling were in his possession.
So he was mixed up in their scheme.
Well, I thought the same. So I went by his rooming house.
Nobody's seen hide nor hair of him.
But none of his possessions have been touched.
Sirs, what if the Banerjee boys were not the murdered?
- What if -- - MURDOCH: The professor
found out what they were doing and threatened to expose them.
Is everything all right?
BRACKENREID: The murder victim may be a teacher.
How terrible.
[Sighs]
Your sons may be the killers.
Sir, his dentist was able to confirm
that Professor Abrams was, indeed, the victim.
Any idea where the brothers are?
Tell him, John.
Well, Walter Moore said the brothers
were "cooking up a scheme as we speak."
At the time, I thought it was a lie to cover up his guilt.
But now I think he knows something.
All right. But we've lost a lot of time on this case.
Be swift.
Sir.
[ Knock on door]
[ Sighs] That old bastard.
Who's crossed John Simpson?
The inspector I punched wants me
to investigate the Banerjee brothers
in exchange for dropping my assault charge.
They care that much about gambling?
No.
These friends of yours murdered a Professor Abrams.
The police are determined to find them.
I don't envy the Banerjees.
Dear God.
I can't believe you ever associated with them.
Take over for me. I have something to attend to.
CLARK: This one is in heat.
.5% is the winning dosage.
It worked.
How wonderful!
Well, will you join me for a libation to celebrate?
Oh, I do not partake in the sorrows of drink.
Well, I suppose I'm on my own.
Let me know when you've synthesized more of the hormone.
Mwah!
[ Door opens]
- Let's put you back. -[ Door closes ]
[ Indistinct conversations, laughter]
I followed Moore here. This is his father's hotel.
I believe we'll find the Banerjees here, sir.
Well, let's get them, then.
What's wrong?
Should we wait for some more constables?
BRACKENREID: Listen to me, son.
You and I are more than capable of handling this.
Come on. Let's get a move on.
I don't want your money. Just get out.
We can make a better arrangement.
[Pounding on door]
BRACKENREID: Toronto Constabulary! Open up!
Stop right there if you know what's good for you!
- John, grab him! - Simpson?
It's Constable Brackenreid.
- My son. - I didn't do anything.
They said the police were after them for gambling.
I didn't know they were murderers.
We didn't murder Professor Abrams!
Sunil, be quiet!
BRACKENREID: His blood on your boot.
It'll match the print at the murder scene.
You -- You have it wrong.
We were there, but we didn't commit the murder.
We witnessed it.
Tell us what happened.
We went to the science lab to get Frye the money we owed him.
[ Door closes, footsteps approaching ]
We heard two men come in, so we hid.
[ Door opens]
[Men grunting]
- There was a fight. -[ Punches landing ]
- We couldn't help him. -[ Muffled shouting ]
MURDOCH: Did you see who it was?
We did not.
You witnessed a murder, but you never saw a bloody thing?
We were hiding!
Did you hear what they were arguing about?
No.
It happened so fast, and they never spoke.
What a load of bollocks.
Why did you not simply report it to the police?
Somehow we didn't think you'd believe two Indian brothers
who ran an illegal gambling club.
- Ma-ji! Papa-ji! - Vik! Sunil!
- We didn't do anything. I swear. - Not another word, Sunil.
You will not speak to our sons again
without our lawyer present.
Lawyer or not, the evidence is strong enough
without a confession.
You're leaving?
I'm finished here.
FRYE: [ Breathes deeply]
You were too sincere for this place anyway.
And what's your issue with sincerity, Frye?
I told you -- None of this makes any difference.
I know you think your father
has your whole life mapped out for you.
But if you turn your back on your talents now...
if you fail to complete assignments,
if you fail to graduate --
Fail to graduate? That's rich.
You don't think I'll give you a failing grade?
FRYE: It doesn't matter.
There are no consequences for those who can afford it.
What do you mean by that?
Professor Abrams tried to fail me.
But look. I'm still here.
Where's he?
[ Footsteps departing 1
[ Switch clicks ]
Sir. [ Knocking ]
It wasn't them.
Bring him in, George.
-[ Door opens] - Detective.
I'm relieved you caught the murderers.
Laird College can move on.
Shall I write my statement, or is testimony enough?
Perhaps you should be writing your confession.
I beg your pardon?
You murdered Professor Abrams.
[ Laughing ] Why would I do that?
MURDOCH: To protect Laird graduates
who are now in boardrooms, law firms, even Parliament,
whose reputations were built on your business
of selling flawless records to the wealthy.
How do you know that?
Mr. Frye's report card, complete with your signature.
A flawless record.
One of many.
He's an excellent student.
Hardly.
Mr. Frye received this failing grade from Professor Abrams,
and yet your report doesn't account for it at all.
Professor Abrams threatened your income, so you killed him.
You have no evidence.
MURDOCH: On the contrary.
You left two key pieces of evidence that night.
They both saw you.
Impossible.
MURDOCH: They were hiding in the very room.
Well, then they couldn't have seen me. It was too dark.
If that's what they told you, they're lying.
You're right. They didn't identify you.
I did.
But how did you know the room was dark?
You realize that amounts to a confession?
Well.
Then there's nothing left to say.
I couldn't agree more.
Thank you, gentlemen.
A policeman, eh?
Not just any policeman.
A published one.
- You're George Crabtree? - See?
All this time, you've been in the presence
of one of your favorite authors.
I wouldn't go that far.
Here.
It's my stab at your obituary assignment.
I drew my life as an illustrator.
Frye, this is excellent.
You know, if "Curse of the Lost Pharaohs"
ever goes into reprint -- which it is sure to --
perhaps you could draw some of the scenes for it.
All right, but I don't work for free.
CRABTREE: [ Sighs 1
So, where are your boys?
Assuring their mother there will be no more trouble.
[ Chuckles ] Do you think that's true?
[ Laughing ] Oh, I very much doubt that.
You saved my sons.
I'm in your debt.
I had help.
HARISH: You must be proud of him.
BRACKENREID: Yes, I am.
I'd be a lot prouder of him if he wasn't a policeman.
He's capable of so much more.
That may be.
But don't forget -- It's his path, Inspector Brackenreid.
- Let the Empire shape itself. - Hm.
- Good day, sir. - Good day.
JOHN: Take care of yourself.
Think I lost a friend.
You're a policeman now, son. That's gonna happen quite a lot.
Right, then. Let's get back to work.
Yes, sir.