The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s15e17 Episode Script

Thank you.
Bloody hell.
Inspector? Ah, Mrs.
Hart! What a lovely surprise.
- Going on holiday, sir? - Uh, not quite.
Margaret's in Niagara visiting her sister.
For some unbeknown reason, I'm required to join her.
Oh, excuse my manners.
Inspector Brackenreid, this is Cassiopeia Bright.
Entrepreneur and owner of the Star Bright Club.
- How do you do? - Pleased to meet you.
A club owner, how exciting.
What is all this? Where are you all headed? Are you assuming that all the coloured people on this train are headed to the same place? - Uhh - Don't worry, we are indeed.
We're going to see W.
E.
B.
Du Bois Pronounced Du-Boise.
Oh, is that a fact? Oh, Dr.
Du Bois and Booker T.
Washington are speaking at today's Niagara Movement meeting.
It's a once in a lifetime event.
- Who? - Oh, good heavens.
The civil rights leaders.
Ah, of course.
Please forgive me.
Dr.
Du Bois founded the Niagara Movement.
My father attended the inaugural meeting in 1905, at the Erie Beach Hotel.
- They're American, aren't they? - Yes.
Why are they coming to Canada for the occasion? Apparently, the hotels south of the border refused to host them.
Ah.
I reckon we're a lot more tolerant up here in Canada.
You people need to go back to where you came from! Let's make our way inside.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
- We don't want you here! - May I help you gentlemen? Yeah, you and your kind need to get the hell out of my town.
Sir, we've rented this venue and have every right to be here.
You don't belong! Go back across the border and keep going.
Why don't you leave? You're the damned problem! What you say, boy? Watch your tongue, or you'll lose it! No, no! Gentlemen.
Gentlemen, you are carrying on like a bunch of cats in a sack.
I assure you, sir, our people will be no trouble.
If you and your lot don't clear out, can't be responsible for what'll happen.
That's right.
Here you are.
What have you got there, Harry? A rat trap.
I call it the Rat-O-Matic.
It's my project for the science fair.
Are you sure this is how you want to spend your last weekend in Toronto? We could do something fun! What's more fun than inventing? A boy after my own heart.
Tell me all about this.
It's an enclosure with an automatic door triggered by the photoelectric sensors inside.
No! It beeps to alert you so you can release your catch.
Why would you want to release it? This trap is perfect for collecting scientific specimens.
What do you mean? Subjects for experimentation and dissection.
Rats are usually so hard to catch alive.
Have you had any false triggers? Yes.
The door keeps closing before the rats get all the way inside.
Perhaps you'll want to adjust your arrangement.
William, let him do it.
I'm sure the boy wants to win, Julia.
What do you suggest? Perhaps you want to put your sensors in an X formation.
This would increase the surface area that the rat gets to walk on prior to triggering the sensors.
It's just one idea.
With that in mind, I want to announce that the Niagara Movement will be abolished.
What? To make way for a new organization called the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People.
The NAACP.
We will fight for equal job opportunities and voting rights nationwide.
Never pick a fight you can't win, Du Bois.
The Great Accommodator, ladies and gentlemen! Booker T.
Washington.
Why, thank you, Dr.
Du Bois.
I feel just like a pig in slop.
Ladies and gentlemen, do not be led astray by unrealistic promises.
This man will tear down all the good work we have done down south.
We tear things down to build anew.
- That's right! - There is a compromise in place.
We adhere to the law in exchange for jobs, safety and education.
Our survival depends on this.
Your compromise hasn't stopped the race riots.
You're just a fool seeking favour from your master.
We are outnumbered ten to one.
Fighting is suicide and you, you will never be on the front line.
Don't speak to my constitution.
Well, I will speak to whoever I please.
Or do you not value freedom? You hear that? - One of us is down.
- Cassie, look.
Is he? Excuse me.
Please do not touch the body.
The name's Isaiah Buchanan, private detective.
Who may you be? Violet Hart, head coroner at the Toronto Morgue.
Oh, Toronto is lucky to have a coroner as beautiful as you.
Smart and capable one, too.
Indeed.
I defer to your expertise, madam.
There's a contusion on his forehead.
See markings here on his neck, as well.
Several small cuts.
Consistent with strangulation.
Odd.
What is it? An obituary? Of a coloured woman.
There's petrol and matches here.
The locals were none too pleased about the meeting today.
Do you think he was trying to set a fire to scare us? And got killed before he got the chance.
What is this symbol supposed to be? I'd suggest it's a warning.
Get away from that body! Sirs, my name is Mrs.
Violet Hart.
I serve as the coroner for the City of Toronto.
I didn't ask for your life story, sweetheart.
I asked you to back up.
Well, would you like to hear my findings thus far? Not your jurisdiction and none of your damned business.
Constable Jope, this is Ethan Lowell, isn't it? Hmm.
In the flesh.
You.
- How do you know him? - I don't, sir.
Then why were you messing with his body? As I said, I am a coroner.
I thought I could lend my expertise as I was the most qualified person on the scene at the time.
She was trying to help.
Quite full of yourselves, aren't ya? You want to know what I think? I think you two were up here covering up your own wrongdoings.
With all due respect, Inspector, if I were to kill a man, I wouldn't be so sloppy.
This is bad.
The police aren't going to take kindly to a dead white man - winding up here with us.
- And it looked like they knew him.
We need to investigate on our own to ensure this case doesn't end in disaster.
I could ask around amongst the attendees, try and get ahead of the police.
And I have some connections at the station house that I can use.
- And you'll share with us what you find? - Certainly.
I'll let you know what I find out.
Well, la-di-da.
What? He likes you.
Can't you tell? No, he doesn't and I'm married.
I don't think that'll be a problem for him.
Not many children have qualified for this competition.
The finest young inventors in the city, I'd wager.
They only choose three people for the finals.
I hope I make it.
You'll have just as good a chance as any.
Well, better, I should hope.
He is the son of the great inventor, William Murdoch.
What is that? It's a flying device.
I call it the Twisty Top.
What does it do? It flies.
Oh, that is fantastic, young lady! How did you even conceive of this? This is quite something.
It's just a flying top.
It's a hovering top with a battery-operated propeller.
- It's marvelous, young lady.
- Thank you.
You should be an engineer when you grow up.
There are girl engineers? There are some.
You could be one of them! Oh, I don't know.
I just make these things for fun.
This is ingenious, young lady.
How did you even conceive of this? You think her invention is better than mine? No! No, no, no.
It's flashy, is all.
Yours is far more practical.
Rats.
People like flashy things.
Well, yes, but what would one even do with a spinning top that mimics da Vinci's revolutionary flying machine? Nothing.
Nothing at all.
It would just Both of these inventions are great! It doesn't have to be a competition.
But it is a competition.
Right.
But you should both be proud no matter where you place.
How about a wager? What shall we bet on? Whoever places lower in the fair has to buy the other a banana split.
Deal.
We'd best get ready to give Harry money for two banana spl Shh! I'm quite certain that Mr.
Washington and his group are all innocent.
All of them? You can't possibly know that after one conversation.
I was seated with them at the front and we were all together and accounted for.
Oh.
You're a Bookerite.
I see.
I take it you prefer the philosophy of Dr.
Du Bois, Mrs.
Hart? Indeed.
I've never been a 'go along to get along' woman.
Well, following the rules is not going along.
You have to take things step by step, be willing to work with people to make the changes you want.
That starts with following the law.
The laws were not written for us.
Instead, they're used to harass us.
Laws bring order to the chaos, it makes sure everyone's in step.
It allows others to step on our necks.
Did you all realize that Mr.
Harper wasn't in the ballroom the entire time that Dr.
Du Bois was on stage? The same man that had the scuffle with Mr.
Lowell this morning? Sounds like we have our first suspect.
Mr.
Harper, where were you during the murder? I was down in the kitchens making lunch preparations.
Mr.
Harper does have a temper like firewater.
What are you implying? - Uh, no need to hurl accusations, - You have some nerve, Mr.
Washington! You and your group only came here to disrupt the meeting and stop the NAACP.
Y'all probably did it.
Mr.
Harper, my followers and I would never do anything of the sort.
As much as Du Bois and I squabble, our goals remain the same.
It's Dr.
Du Bois, thank you very much.
And our goals are far from aligned.
So, you will have us stay stagnant while I'm moving the race into the future.
Incorrect.
I want us to stay alive as we move forward.
Why are we even listening to these two? Who do you think you are? Please, we're just trying to gather enough information to make sure that this investigation goes fairly.
See, Du Bois, this is what you can do when you work within the system.
Well, they can investigate all they want, but the cops won't help them.
By God, Du Bois, you don't even have faith in your own people? Mr.
Washington.
We have a few questions for you.
Did you leave the ballroom at any time for any reason? I did not.
You sure? Gentlemen, there, uh, must be a huge misunderstanding.
We're, uh, all reasonable people here.
Mr.
Washington was in front of me in the ballroom for the entire event.
He could not have left without everyone seeing him.
I'm conducting an interview here.
Don't interrupt me again, boy.
Step back.
Apologies, sir.
Inspector.
He has a walking stick.
Yes, he does.
Why would anyone want a rat trap that spares the rat? When do we get to kill the pesky little bugger, hm? It's for people who love animals.
Well, rats aren't animals, they're pests.
But, I suppose, with a device like this there would be no need for ratting.
And it works well enough.
She said your device works well! That's something.
She didn't like it.
Did she say that? No, but she doesn't understand why I want to save the rat.
In my opinion, rats are far smarter and much nicer than people give them credit for.
Dr.
Du Bois? Do you mind if I sit with you? Not at all.
No, please.
How are you holding up? Eager to see which of us the police pins this on.
That's not going to happen.
Maybe I should've kept this meeting a bit more quiet.
Absolutely not.
My father was quite inspired by your words and I share in his admiration.
What happened today, don't let it discourage you.
We must stand up for ourselves.
Hm.
Your optimism is quite refreshing.
Is this your walking stick? Yes.
Our friend has bruising consistent with a rod-like object, not unlike this walking stick.
And a witness said you got into an argument with the victim this morning.
And you almost came to blows.
It was merely a small disagreement.
You probably caught Ethan trying to ruin your conference and you killed him for it.
You're under arrest.
- Let's go.
- Please! Stop! What are you doing? Step back! It's okay, Harper.
Call my lawyer.
- Do you know who that is? - Back off! I won't tell you again.
We need to do something! Calm down.
He couldn't have done it.
He was on the floor all day.
We need to speak some sense into those officers.
Let him go! Harper, go back inside.
I warned you! Mr.
Harper! Constable, sir, I'm certain you have the wrong man.
Dr.
Du Bois is innocent! I was holding his walking stick during the event.
Is that so? What's this? That's not mine.
Lowell.
You're damn right it's not yours.
Nabbed it off the body after you murdered him, didn't you? No, I didn't! - I've never seen that in my life.
- Ah, save it.
Take him in.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Come on! - I didn't do this! - All right, Harper.
We will fix this.
- Come on.
Now get in there! I'm telling you I didn't do this! Dr.
Du Bois, are you all right? I'm fine, I'm fine.
But this-this can't be right.
Mr.
Harper would never do anything like this.
The police are certain they've found their man.
This murder will spell the end of the NAACP.
The way the police are looking at this case makes no sense.
The cause of death was strangulation, I'm sure of it.
So, it doesn't matter who had the walking stick.
Exactly.
If I could just get some more time with the body, I can confirm it once and for all.
If Mr.
Harper killed him to stop him from ruining Dr.
Du Bois' speech, it makes no sense that he would then rob him of his pocket watch.
They're looking for the easiest person to blame.
We have to prove them wrong.
Look! It's the symbol.
"Purity.
Loyalty.
Strength.
Join a brotherhood of patriots.
" Someone in here must know the victim.
This is not a good idea.
Definitely not a good idea.
Ooh! I think the judges are about to post the results.
You all right? You look a bit nervous.
Well, it's not every day we get to participate in a science competition.
We? Hey, Harry! Have you seen my wonder clay? What does it do? You know, you squish it.
And you can put mica on it to make it glitter.
I guess we don't have much to worry about.
Here are the finalists.
Gather round.
There I am! Me too! - Me three! - Yes! You were supposed to go with him! Ethan told me to go home! He said that he didn't want me there.
You always hated him! You left him to be murdered by those animals! What are you talking about? Are you all right? Were you talking about Ethan Lowell just now? Did you know him? Who the hell are you? We are investigating your friend's death.
Before he died, he painted that symbol on the wall.
Was he a member of your group? It's not your business.
Cassie Let's go.
Sticking your nose where it don't belong, are you? - I assure you we're - You people just need to learn your place! Let go! Stop! Let her go! Stop.
Don't let 'em get away! And you got away? Not before Miss Cassiopeia Bright nearly got us killed! How are we supposed to get anything done if we're too scared to move forward? You're too reckless, Miss Bright.
It did give you the opportunity to save both our hides.
It was quite magnificent.
Flattery will get you nowhere.
Au contraire.
This is not funny.
Do you know where you just were? This town is not like Toronto.
People like us have to keep our head down.
I assure you, Toronto has its fair share of prejudice.
Not like here.
I've seen many coloured townsfolk beaten to the bone by men just like the ones in that bar.
That is awful.
You have to watch your step around here.
I don't want you to get hurt.
I appreciate you looking out for us.
We'll be more careful.
We still aren't any closer to proving Mr.
Harper's innocence.
What do you have? The police have overlooked the ligature marks on Lowell's neck - and maintain he was beaten to death.
- Ah.
Niagara police tend to have a one-track mind.
They latch onto a theory and that's the end of it.
If the cause of death is wrong, the entire case is wanting.
Maybe you should take another look at the body.
That's impossible.
It's already in the morgue.
Don't you have connections with the police department? Will they be willing to help us? Well, I didn't mean connections in that respect.
Hmm.
What did you mean? I work there as the janitor.
What? So, you lied to us.
No, I help people in the community, I just don't get paid for it.
I've always wanted to be a constable, but the colour of my skin prevents me.
So you made us believe you were something you were not.
I'm sorry.
I may know someone who could help.
Hey, there, little guy.
It works.
Bravo! Of course it works.
Have you given any thought to what you'll do with it, Harry? You should leave it in there for the judges to see.
Perhaps he should keep it as a pet? - Can I? - No.
Harry! What have you done with my project? I didn't do anything to it.
It's missing! You hid it to win our wager! You're a cheater! A thief! Just a moment, young lady.
Let's not jump to conclusions.
Harry is not a thief.
I went to the water closet for five minutes and now it's gone.
Harry's booth is closest to mine and he is the only one who would want to sabotage me! Harry, did you notice anyone come by when Florence was gone? Did you see anything? Are you suggesting Harry did this? No, I'm just asking a question.
I didn't see anything.
Where did you last see it? It was packed in my wooden crate and wrapped with a tarp.
I was only gone for a few minutes.
The tarp! Ah.
Oh! There we are.
So, someone could have left with it.
No, no one's been let in yet.
If it was stolen by another contestant and stashed beneath his booth, it should be easy to spot.
All right, then.
We'll have a look.
Don't you worry, Florence, you have Toronto's best detective on the case.
Isn't Harry a little too young to be considered Toronto's best? Let's search.
Sorry to disturb you, Inspector, but we've run into some trouble down here in town.
What's happened? Our event has been targeted.
A member from our group was wrongfully arrested for murder.
Blimey! I've only been away for a day.
It has been an ordeal.
I would not call if there was anything else we could do.
- Thomas? - Not to worry, Mrs.
Hart.
You're actually doing me a favour by getting me out of here.
I'll see you first thing in the morning.
Thank you, Inspector.
Oh, and, uh, stay out of trouble until then.
Yes, of course.
Goodnight.
Just the three of us.
We'll have such a lovely time tonight.
He'll be here in the morning.
But I would still like to take a look at that body before then.
Then we shall do just that.
No, they're not just going to let you two into the morgue.
You are the janitor.
You have the keys, do you not? No.
Absolutely not.
Please be quick about it.
We'll be out before you know it.
Just as I thought.
The marks are much darker now.
There's a pattern here.
What does that mean? The bruising will match whatever was used to strangle him.
What about the walking stick? These bruises could have been caused by any stick or club.
Presently I see bruising on the arms And this contusion, which is superficial.
It would not have been fatal.
The cause of death is strangulation.
Miss Bright, help me with this.
You want me to touch him? Turn his head gently.
And quickly! We need to get these photos developed.
We can ask Isaiah if there's a place in town.
Did you find anything in the police report? There isn't anything about strangulation in here.
No mention of the ligature marks.
They're disregarding them? There's this.
I can't believe it.
They're releasing the body tomorrow for cremation without doing a full postmortem.
This doesn't seem right to me.
We don't know who the murderer is.
It says here that Mr.
Harper confessed! Is this the obituary you found in the Hide! Quickly.
Come on, Cassie.
Sir? Constable Jope? What are you doing in here this time of night? I forgot to pick up Ethan's personal belongings for the release tomorrow.
Who's picking him up? Huh.
His brother.
No love lost between those two, eh? No.
Look! What do you see? The box at Owen's booth.
There's something inside.
It's him! He's the thief.
Now, now.
One piece of circumstantial evidence isn't enough to condemn a man.
I have more than that.
Well, let's hear it.
Substantiate your claims.
He was very interested in Florence's device yesterday and was upset that she wouldn't let him take a turn flying it.
You believe he stole it because he was jealous.
That could be motive, but that's hardly enough to build a case, Harry.
It's him.
I know it! Hey! What are you doing? - That's my mica glitter! - Sorry, Owen.
I was just, uh Looking for something.
Sorry.
Motive by itself is hardly ever enough.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Why would Mr.
Harper confess to a crime of murder? Perhaps he is guilty.
The Inspector said the Lowell brothers don't get along.
That would be Daniel Lowell, another town troublemaker.
We have to question him.
Ladies.
The cavalry has arrived.
Where's the fire? Inspector, you've arrived at the perfect time.
This is your inspector from Toronto, Mrs.
Hart? That's right.
Inspector Brackenreid, this is Isaiah Buchanan, Niagara's finest janitorial inspector.
Pleased to meet you, Isaiah.
So, ladies, fill me in on to what's been happening and I'll let the dog see the rabbit.
Sir, the police are holding a man from our group for a murder he did not commit.
But we have substantial evidence that contradicts the police's theory.
What have you found out? The police say the victim was beaten to death, but take a look at these.
Where did you lot get these photos from? No, on second thought, I don't want to know the answer to that.
The body is due to be cremated today, so the window to prove Mr.
Harper's innocence is closing.
- What's that? - The victim painted this symbol.
We found the same symbol at the local bar.
I've seen this kind of thing before.
All this rubbish about bloodlines and purity.
These are dangerous people.
Well, right now we need to focus on getting Mr.
Harper out of prison.
Right, you lot stay here.
I'll go to the constabulary.
See if I can get to the bottom of this.
- All right.
- I need to get to work.
Be careful.
We will.
We need to find Daniel Lowell.
If we search his home, we may be able to find a weapon that matches the bruising.
Here's the address.
Interesting.
The brothers lived together.
I heard you got a man for your murder yesterday.
I came down here to check out your suspect.
We had a similar incident in Toronto recently.
- You did, did you? - Yeah.
A Negro man killed a good white man for no reason at all.
Oh, you can't find reason with those sorts.
Do you mind if I ask him a couple questions about my case? - Have at it.
- Thank you, Chief.
It isn't with any of the participants.
What will I do? Well, there is one place we haven't looked.
Hmm.
It's locked.
Hmm.
Oh! No, it's not.
You see anything? Oh, here! Thank you.
Thank you.
Good job, Father.
Good job, Harry.
But we still have work to do.
You built a mousetrap and we need to catch a thief.
Should we interrogate suspects? What if we built a mantrap? Bloody hell.
I'm here to help.
I doubt that.
Did you kill Mr.
Lowell? I didn't even know him.
Not what I asked.
Yeah, I killed him.
Is that what you want to hear? I want to hear the truth.
No, you don't.
Let's say I killed him.
Let this charade be over.
I'm not interested in a charade.
I'm interested in just I'm interested in justice.
Well, you sure as hell ain't gonna find it here.
That's the man from the bar.
Let's go.
What if he comes back? I thought you wanted to solve this.
The door is locked.
This is a bad idea.
Hairpin.
Where did you learn to do that? In a past life.
Let's go.
This is illegal.
They can't just bar us from seeing Mr.
Harper! Maybe if you had asked nicely instead of charging in there like a mad man.
You'll never change.
Your pacifism only serves to prop up the system that is oppressing us! Your agitation results in Negroes getting hurt, - which is worse! - Excuse me, gentlemen, what can you tell me about a Mr.
Harper? - Who are you? - Someone who wants to help.
You the police? - I am.
- Then we don't need your help.
Don't listen to him.
What can you tell us? Listen, don't bother with him.
Du Bois, he is offering to help.
We don't need his help! All you cops are the same.
That's not true.
We took an oath to serve justice.
We don't take that lightly.
Well, with all due respect, sir, there is no justice here.
Police will always protect the police, no matter what.
Isaiah, come here.
We need to get your friend out of there as quickly as possible.
They've beaten a confession out of him.
He's not in a good way.
Well, if that's the case, it proves that they're framing him.
We'll need a little bit more than that.
Look, we need to tread carefully.
Not everyone around here is necessarily on our side.
That is wretched.
According to the police, Mr.
Lowell was beat to death with a cane by Mr.
Harper.
Mrs.
Hart does not believe that to be the case.
Well, we need something to support that.
Well, how do I do that? The body's gone.
You work in there.
Find something.
Use your imagination.
What do you think you're doing in here? Nothing, sir.
What are you doing snooping around my office, boy? Well, I'm just, uh I'm just doing my job, sir.
Weren't you one of the mokes down at the crime scene? Sir, that's Isaiah, the cleaning man.
Been working here for months now.
Is that so? Never seen him before.
That's the mark of a good janitor.
I don't like the look of him.
Trust me, he's one of the good ones.
I like him.
Fine.
Get out of my sight.
Yes, sir.
Stop.
Aren't you forgetting something? That one, too.
Right.
There's nothing here.
We've got to keep looking.
Look at this.
What is it? It's the newspaper Lowell ripped the obituary from.
The Welland Daily.
It's a small town nearby.
Why would he do that? And that? Census report.
Take a look at the name! Good Lord.
My invention's gone! But there's nobody in there.
Well, I guess it could trap a mouse, but not a person.
Oh! Don't be so sure about that.
Judge Perrywinkle, a word? About what? About stealing a child's invention.
I did no such thing.
Then why are you covered in glitter? What glitter? The mica we borrowed from the boy who made the wonder clay.
That mica was triggered when the door to the closet was opened.
How could you rob a child of her invention? I simply opened a door.
Madam, I'm prepared to prosecute this fully.
Or you can return the young lady's invention, your decision.
This child has no idea what she has here.
Just give it back! It's just a flying toy.
Hey! Sorry.
It could be so much more than that! I have never seen such engineering.
I was going to patent the mechanics to make larger flying machines.
I could have been a revolutionary! You should be ashamed of yourself! Miss Perrywinkle, you're under arrest.
Harry, your device caught her.
It did! Thank you.
I suppose he won't mind spending money on that banana split, after all.
What are you doing with those? These were used to murder Mr.
Lowell.
This is ludicrous.
No, I'll tell you what is ludicrous, a copper joining an organization like that.
We are a community of likeminded individuals.
Mr.
Lowell was a member, was he not? What was it, O'Malley? Was it a power struggle? Get out of here.
Why don't I just get a confession out of you like you did Mr.
Harper? I was across town investigating a robbery when Lowell was killed.
Then you ordered one of your own to do your dirty work.
You have nothing.
What are you two doing here? Saving your bacon.
What are you talking about, Miss Hart? Take a look at this.
It's a census report Mr.
Lowell requested before he was murdered.
It's for Genevieve Walker, the coloured woman in the obituary Lowell was carrying.
When the census was taken, she had a different surname.
Her surname from her first marriage was Jope.
You're coloured, aren't you? You're crazy.
I don't think so.
I think Mrs.
Walker was your grandmother.
What? That's why you were at the morgue last night, to steal back the obituary.
It was proof of your identity.
This is insane.
Do I look coloured? If this is your grandmother, then there's no denying what you are.
It's in your blood, boy.
So, you killed to stop this getting out.
I-I'm not I-I didn't y-you all have no proof of anything.
If I were to lift the fingermarks from these nippers, I wouldn't find yours on there? It was you.
You and Ethan have had tension.
You almost came to blows at the last brotherhood meeting! - Ain't that true? - He found out.
And was going to reveal your secret.
You'd have lost everything.
Your job, your friends and your life as you know it.
He said I was coloured.
He was going to destroy me.
So you got there first.
I'm not, I'm not coloured.
I don't want to be coloured.
I don't care who, or what, you are.
Coloured or white, you killed a man.
And that is the only thing you need be ashamed of.
Look at us, at all of this.
Being who we are should be something to be celebrated.
Perhaps Jope thought the only way to get along was to go along.
And live a lie.
We all do, don't we? - What's that? - Live a lie.
Present one side of ourselves for the world to see.
I don't.
I don't believe that.
Excuse me.
I heard what you did today, sneaking into O'Malley's office.
Just trying to do my part.
A part that, while very brave, was also very stupid.
Well, perhaps I was trying to impress you.
Is that so? Next time be more clever about it.
Hm.
He's only ten years old, so please try to keep an eye on him for the entire journey.
He's going to Windsor Station, in Montreal.
Please be sure not to let him miss his stop.
He's meeting a Miss Freddie Pink there.
I've made his lunch, so, - if you could make sure he got it? - I'll be fine.
Promise.
Thank you for the banana split.
She has entered the Montreal competition.
And I'll be happy to lose to her again.
Could I sit with you? Harry Here, I'd like to show you what I have for Harry, be sure to write when you arrive in Montreal.
I will.
Bye, Harry.
Sure he'll be all right? Oh, I should think not.
He seems to have fallen for a clever woman.
He's in for a lifetime of trouble.