Murdoch Mysteries

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On Thursday it's us against Station Five.

And what are we going to do, men?

-Win! -Win!

And why do we have to win the Police Games?

-To win the grand prize, sir. -No, Crabtree.

But, sir, the grand prize this year

is a year's supply of very high-quality suspenders.

Higgins and I have been tackling the greased-pig event.

We've been practicing on a large ham.

George, I'm afraid that event's been canceled this year.

It's not very humane.

Oh!

Waste of a ham. Hams, actually.

Gentlemen, the Police Games

are about camaraderie and sportsmanship.

Right, Murdoch, and after Station Five wins again,

we'll all join hands and sing

"Pop Goes the Hairy Bloody Weasel."

- -What's wrong with you men?

We may call it the Police Games,

but this is about honor, dignity.

About who we are as policemen.

- -Who we are as men.

Now, everybody listen carefully.

Murdoch has devised a strategy for the tug-of-war.

-Detective, the floor is yours. -Right.

It's quite simple, really.

The physics of opposing force.

- -Excuse me, sir.

There's been a murder at George Street and Queen,

but they're asking for you.

That's Station Five's district.

[ People speaking native language ]

Davis. What's going on?

Where's Detective Slorach?

He's fallen ill with the mumps.

We'll need every hand on deck to catch the bastard who did this.

Did what?

Took down one of my men.

Sir, that's Constable Cooper.

Bloody hell.

Detective Murdoch is all yours, Davis.

We're glad to have you, Detective.

You've quite a reputation.

I'd like to start by speaking with all of your constables,

in particular those who knew Constable Cooper well.

Of course.

Townsend. Holder.

You'll be assisting Detective Murdoch.

Brackenreid, a word?

Detective.

I'm Randall Townsend.

Detective. Pete Holder.

When was the last time you saw Constable Cooper?

Yesterday afternoon.

Cooper was supposed to head over

to Bruiser's free house after his shift.

But he never made it.

Any idea why ended up in Chinatown instead?

No, sir. Not at all.

That's what's strange.

This may be our beat, Detective,

but we don't necessarily go out of our way to mix

with the Chinee.

Frankly, sir, they give us the creeps.

You should see what they eat.

We'll continue this in a moment.

Any preliminary thoughts, Doctor?

Based on the stage of rigor mortis,

I'd say he was killed six to eight hours ago.

So, late last night or early this morning.

Yeah.

His jaw's broken. And this bruising to the face.

He was in a scrap, then.

It appears so.

And the cause of death?

There's a deep gash in his right thigh

caused by something jagged.

Judging by the amount of blood,

I'd say the femoral artery was severed.

I'll try to get some results to you as soon as possible.

-Davis. Thank you.

We need to get any background on Cooper you may have.

I'll make sure it's sent over to you.

Mr. Townsend. Mr. Holder.

Sir.

Did Constable Cooper have a watch?

Yes. A gift from Coop's grandfather.

Engraved and everything.

Damn these thieving slants.

Excuse me, sir.

Found these back in the alley.

Do you think they could have caused the injury?

Possibly.

Put them in an evidence bag, please, George.

Sir.

How are the boys faring with potential witnesses?

Detective, won't get nothing

but "ching chong" this and "ching chong" that

from this bunch.

That's Cantonese, Constable.

Cantonese.

As you say, Detective.

So all you've got is a missing watch

and some bits of broken glass?

So far, sir.

With Dr. Ogden's results still to come.

Well, you've got to do better than that, gentlemen.

And in a hurry.

I mean, what could be more terrifying to the common citizen

than a -- than a member of the constabulary

murdered by some savage?

Savage, sir? Someone dangerous --

Chief Constable Stockton,

this killer is not going to slip away from us.

Over 250 men on the force will see to that.

Of course they will.

And you'll forgive me. l. . .

I'm taking this death personally.

As are we, sir.

Well, there's no way to parse it, gentlemen.

I want a quick arrest.

And you'll have it, sir.

Detective.

Sir, promising a quick arrest?

Oh, it's not a promise, Murdoch. It's an imperative.

Now, get to it.

I went through Constable Cooper's notebook.

I found this entry made yesterday morning.

"Edward Chen. 7:00 p. m."

Who's Edward Chen?

Well, according to Townsend at Station Five,

he's a Chinaman who runs a coolie brokering business

down on Queen and Jarvis.

I am a businessman.

I pay the head tax to bring people over from China.

For a hefty fee.

I am allowed a profit, am I not?

You had a meeting with Constable Cooper at 7:00.

What of it?

That same constable was murdered last night.

This was not my doing.

What happened to your eye?

It got in the way of your Constable Cooper's fist.

There was an altercation?

Strictly one-sided, I assure you.

What was it about?

A private matter. A misunderstanding, really.

Mr. Chen, you are trying my patience.

If you are going to hit me, please. . .

You can tell me what the two of you fought over here,

or I can hold you at the station.

Of course, that may take a few days.

But I'm sure your associates

can take care of your business in the interim.

It was regarding a girl named Mei-Ii.

What about her?

For that you will have to ask her grandfather, Feng Choy.

His shop is just over there.

Ginseng.

An effective tonic for headaches.

If you prefer, there is opium.

Are you Mei-Ii?

No, I am Ling.

Mei-Ii is my uncle's granddaughter.

Is his name Feng Choy?

Yes.

My name is Detective William Murdoch,

with the Toronto Constabulary.

I'd like to ask him a few questions, please.

Oh, he doesn't speak any English.

We saw you come in.

So, what did you learn from Chen?

Not much.

That's no surprise.

These people don't talk

without a little bare-knuckle persuasion.

Even guys like Chen.

He may dress in tweed, but the yellow sure shows through.

Do either of you know of a Mei-Ii?

Eh. All the names sound the same to me.

Mr. Choy?

I'd like to ask you a few questions about Mei-Ii.

Mei-Ii not here.

Where is she?

Oi. The man asked you a question.

You answer him.

That's quite enough, Constable. Thank you.

It's the only way to get through to these people, sir.

I'll handle this.

Mr. Choy, I need to speak with Mei-Ii.

You take.

Go.

Are you attempting to bribe me, sir?

Please.

He told you. Mei-Ii is not here.

How much for the ginseng?

Nothing. Take it.

How much do you charge your customers?