Murdoch Mysteries

So this is intended to wash your dishes for you, sir?

Yes, well, that pushes streams of soapy water at them.

This is the motor for the dish closet.

Exactly how many dishes do you have, sir?

Well, Julia has taken it upon herself

to purchase two new sets of tableware.

She plans on entertaining quite a bit at the new house.

Well, I look forward to my next invitation.

Detective Murdoch! I must speak with you!

- Excuse me, sir. - This is a matter of great importance!

I have travelled all the way from Naples.

My name is Flavio Pupazzi.

I'm a detective, like you.

Was there not just some sort of volcanic eruption in Naples?

Yes.

Vesuvius has killed hundreds. My city is in ruins.

What can we do for you?

I followed a man here from Italy, a Canadian.

This man is a criminal.

He has no, how you say, morality.

Who is this man, and what crimes is he supposed to have committed?

His name

is Matthew Honeyman.

And there is no supposition.

He stole the treasure of Pompeii

from the Museo Nazionale.

During the eruption, the building caught fire.

In the chaos, this Honeyman, he broke in.

I see. And,

- how do you know it was him? - As I said,

I'm a detective. I detected it.

What would you like us to do?

Honeyman arrived in Toronto yesterday.

I believe he has come to sell the treasure.

These items are a part of my country's identity, Detective.

I must find them.

Margaret! Open the door!

I'm not leaving until we talk!

Where's your mother? Margaret!

- She went to Aunt Lizzy's with Bobby. - Well, when is she coming back?

She didn't say.

Your mother and I, we'll sort it.

- I'm late for patrol. - John.

There's a letter for you on the table.

I'll see you later.

The clerk recognised a photograph of Mr Honeyman,

but he must have rented the locker under a different name.

The treasures could be in there.

- Where is the locker, George? - It's this one here, sir.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ecco qua! Well done!

Let's make sure it's what you're actually looking for. George?

Honeyman.

- This is terrible! - Hopefully he didn't suffer too much, sir.

No, I was referring to the missing treasure.

The man was a thief. He died as he lived.

Based on lividity, we can speculate that it happened very recently.

George, find out what ships have departed in the past few hours.

- Sir, right away. - You believe the killer has left the city?

It's possible. John, canvass the area

and find out if anyone has seen or heard

- anything out of the ordinary. - Sir.

- What do you mean by strange? - Gunshot, shouting,

- anyone suspicious hanging about? - I couldn't say.

Gets mighty loud in here.

Sometimes I can't hear myself think over the din of these boys.

Thank you for your time.

Detective?

No ships have left since yesterday evening.

So the treasure might still be in the city!

We have constables checking all of the docked ships.

Is there anyone who might have any direct information?

Well, there is someone who knows an awful lot

- about stolen merchandise. - Sir, I'll bring in Eddie Crawford.

I will join you.

Is there a place where I can have a cappuccino?

A what?

I don't know anyone named Honeyman.

Have you heard anything about this Italian treasure?

Detective, I know you like to entertain a fantasy of me

as some sort of criminal mastermind, but

I'm just a simple businessman trying to make a living.

I just can't help you.

I'm a curio man.

Italian antiquities don't exactly fly off my shelves.

In my country, we are not so nice to men like you.

Consider yourself fortunate that Detective Murdoch is here.

Well, this is Canada, sir.

But, seeing as you're desperate to find your loot,

I could, perhaps, ask around

for a finder's fee, of course.

Ha! Ha!

I see.

- You dog! - Hey!

- You think I would pay you? - Are you just going to let

- Give me a name. - Detective.

- A name! - Alright, alright!

Aldous Germaine!

He is a

bigwig in that world.

Maybe he can help you.

What's the damage?

Take my advice. Have another.

Action's about to start.

- What's going on? - Bare-knuckle match.

Dan Seavey's in town.

- Who the bloody hell is Dan Seavey? - Clear a path!

Clear a path! Clear a path!

Let's get this thing going.

Tables to the walls, boys, come on! Tables to the walls!

Now.

Which one of you milksops

is going to be betting against Dan Seavey, huh?

You?

You?!

I already see the fear in your eyes, mate.

Damn shame. Going to have to go home and

explain to his wife where all the money went.

Which one of you monks am I meant to be anointing?

Huh?

- Huh? - That'd be me.

Oh, Hennie, this city doesn't deserve you.

I trust you'll be getting some sort of commendation, yes?

Well, that might be a tad much, Ruthie.

- Am I interrupting? - Oh, not at all.

- Did you hear what Henry did, Dr Ogden? - Ruthie, I--

No, I don't believe I did.

He fought off six men who were attacking an old woman

- on her way to church. - Six, really?

Then he had to walk himself all the way to the hospital

on a broken leg.

What an incredible story.

- When will I be able to go home, Doctor? - Yes.

It shouldn't be longer than a day or two.

So he'll have to spend the night?

No, no, no, no, no, these linens will not do.

I am going to pop down to Regine's

and get you a set fit for a hero.

Ahem!

Don't move.

Well,

you told the admitting nurse that you were fixing a car

when a wrench dropped on your foot

and you tripped into a wall.

Please, Dr Ogden. Ruth doesn't know I've taken on a second job.

I can't bear to tell her.

- Son of a-- - Oi!

Don't make me break your arm!

This is supposed to be a fair fight.

Yes! Yes! I knew he could do it!

See?

Anyone, anytime, anywhere.

Where are you going?

No, no, you stay for a drink.

Another time.

I was certainly nowhere near the docks,

nor have I heard of this Honeyman fellow.

- And where were you last night? - The theatre.

An electrifying performance of The Bride of Lammermoor.

Hm. Mr Germaine,

do you know of anyone in your circles

- who would be capable of such an act? - I don't.

And I wouldn't associate with perpetrators of violence.

I'm a pacifist of the highest order.

Are you a Pisces, dear boy?

- Pardon me? - Pisces. Astrology.

Our connection to the stars.

I don't exactly know.

How do you fair in water?

- I'm not particularly fond of it. - Enough!

If the treasure had been sold in Toronto, you would've heard.

I can't account for every trade, but

if something of that size had occurred,

I would likely know about it, yes.

If one wanted to sell

such an item, where would one go?

Without a specific buyer,

I suppose the Sunday auction would be the most likely place.

- What is that? - Every third Sunday of the month,

a private auction is held in a different location.

That's today.

As a matter of fact it is.

- You are a Pisces, aren't you? - We must go!

Unfortunately, invitation only. Or,

accompany me as my guest.

Absolutely not! It has to be me!

Detectives, you have the hardened look of policemen

who've been lied to their entire lives.

This young man has the eyes of a doe.

Uncorrupted.

No one would doubt for a second that he would be my companion.

Fine.

- Ma no! - George?

- Can you handle it? - Sir, I believe I can.

- Right, then. - Good. It's settled, then.

Of course, he'll have to dress the part.

Driver!

Gentlemen, meet Boston Rhodes.

Dashing, isn't he?

This is unacceptable, Detective!