The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s17e11 Episode Script

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(BAGPIPES PLAYING)
My favourite time of year.
The Games. Of course.
And what's the reason for our
appearance, Chief Inspector?
You're competing.
Participants from all over the province
have come to Toronto for this
and so I thought it would
be a big boost for the city
and the constabulary
if we, uh, participated.
So, I signed you both
in some of the events.
What, in particular,
do you have in mind?
I was thinking the heavy events.
Bloody hell. Just how heavy is heavy?
Well, the sheaf and the hammer
are both roughly 16 pounds
and the stone is 20 pounds.
Don't forget the caber toss.
(MURDOCH): Ah, yes. Participants
are to toss a tree trunk end over end
and be certain it lands at 12 o'clock.
I don't think I'm up for
tossing a bloody tree.
I mean, how much will it weigh?
Hundred and 70 pounds.
Oh, no, no. Don't worry about that.
Who's that, uh, the big, uh,
ginger lad at your station?
(BOTH): McNabb.
Ah, yeah. McNabb. I've
entered him in the toss.
You are the hammer throw.
Murdoch
You can ring in the sheaves.
Oh, let's take in some
festivities before the gloaming.
So, when the Games begin,
I expect the both of you
to be appropriately
kitted and kilted out.
There's the address, Flora MacDonald,
she'll take care of you.
One Murdoch and one Craig
Tartan will be waiting.
- I'm a Brackenreid.
- Your mother was a Craig, was she not?
How do you know that?
Oh, I've been paying
attention to you, Sonny Jim.
Paying attention, Sonny Jim?
What does that bloody well mean?
(TRADITIONAL HIGHLAND MUSIC)
Duncan!
(DUNCAN): Chief Inspector!
(DUNCAN LAUGHING
HEARTILY) Good to see ya.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Trust there will nae be
trouble at these Games, Duncan.
Ha! As long as you can cope
with the numerous defeats
you'll be suffering.
- You mind your tongue.
- You mind yours.
You do that, there'll be no trouble.
You best learn to keep
your woman in line, Duncan.
The Campbells and the MacDonalds.
No love lost between them
since the massacre at Glencoe.
That was hundreds of years ago.
Hate doesn't just disappear, Murdoch.
A police presence might
not be a bad idea after all.
Ladies and gentlemen,
laddies and lassies,
the final round of the men's
sword dance, premium category.
Ah!
And a round of applause
to Miss Iona MacDougall,
our Highland Fling champion
for the fourth year running.
(CROWD MURMURING, APPLAUDING)
Now, to the finalists.
First, our Ontario
champion, Mr. Ross Campbell.
(FINGAL SHOUTING): Go, laddie!
(FINGAL CHUCKLING)
And next kin, if not kind,
Mr. Alasdair Campbell.
(FINGAL): Ha-ha! Give it your best!
Older brother of Ross
and runner-up for the
past two years. Perhaps
Third time lucky?
(CHUCKLING) Aye! Alasdair.
Next, Mr. Enden Gunn,
from Caledon, Ontario.
And last, but by no means
least, Mr. Malcolm MacDonald,
who also hails from the
beautiful Caledon Hills.
First time competing,
but he's one to watch.
(FINGAL): That he is.
Gentlemen
Take up your positions.
(BAGPIPES PLAYING)
(THUDDING)
(DUNCAN CHUCKLING): Nice!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
All right, uh
That's excellent dancing
from all the-the finalists,
but taking into account
skill and timing,
we're awarding the first place to
- Malcolm MacDonald!
- (APPLAUDING)
And, uh
Along with the honour,
there's a prize
- Twenty dollars.
- (CROWD MURMURING)
What's that you were
saying about losses, Duncan?
(FINGAL LAUGHING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You might win with a
throw of a hundred feet.
One hundred ?
In that case, I'd better go home
and practice chucking
heavy things around.
(DUNCAN): That's a tough one to swallow.
Too bad, Alasdair.
Better luck next time.
Son.
I did my best, sir.
We know you did.
That's what's so disappointing.
(STEWART): Don't pay
any attention to him.
(BAGPIPES HONKING)
Oh, he's playing
again. Let's bugger off.
(IONA): Help!
Somebody! Help!
- Did you hear that?
- I did.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
In there.
It appears we have a
sore loser somewhere.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Sgain dubh.
Nowadays, it's only used
for ceremonial purposes,
but historically has
always been a deadly weapon.
Well, it doesn't seem to
have lost its effectiveness.
There's a stamp on the end.
(MURDOCH): Traditionally,
it would always be engraved
with the owner's family crest.
(BRACKENREID): Well, which one is this?
The Campbell clan.
The prize money doesn't
appear to have been taken.
So whoever did this had
no interest in the money.
Perhaps it's as you said, sir:
- Hate doesn't die.
- Mm.
(TENSE MUSIC)
The murder weapon bears
your family's crest.
Never seen that particular knife.
Of course not.
It's a shame both your
sons lost to the victim.
Contest was fairly judged.
We have no quarrel with
the result. I hope
I hope you're not accusing
someone in my family of murder.
We're simply asking questions.
Where were you immediately
after the competition?
I was having a drink. You saw me there.
That was after the man was killed.
No one in my family had anything to do
with the death of Mr. MacDonald.
Did you know the man?
I did not!
So, please, arrest me or let me go.
Need to get back to the Games.
Uh, what of the young woman
who discovered the body?
Iona?
She's a MacDougall.
They're kin to the MacDonalds,
but that doesn't mean
she didn't kill him.
(DUNCAN SCOFFS)
They are a murderous bunch.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(WHIRRING)
(MARGARET): Are you sure this will work?
It's a metal locator, Margaret.
If your locket is
nearby, we should find it.
(MARGARET SIGHING)
I can't believe I lost it.
Thomas gave me that locket
when we were first courting.
(SCOFFS) I feel a bit silly doing this.
How do you think I feel?
I'm pedaling like a
madwoman and going nowhere.
Aren't we a sight. (GIGGLES)
Yes, indeed, we are.
Ah, I must say, Julia,
you have opened me up to
quite a raft of adventures.
Medicine
(LAUGHING) And now treasure hunting.
Just, just keep moving, Margaret.
- I don't want to be doing this all day.
- Right you are!
(METAL LOCATOR WHIRRING)
(HUFFING)
- Oh, Julia! It's making a sound.
- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- (RAPID BEEPING)
- I think I've fou
(GASPING) Oh! Oh, lord!
(PANTING)
- Oh!
- (OMINOUS MUSIC)
(MARGARET GASPING): Oh!
(JULIA HUFFING)
Well, not exactly what
we were looking for.
(MARGARET GASPING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
There's no obvious cause of death.
(BREATHLESSLY): Well, was he murdered?
Well, as I said,
no apparent cause of death, Margaret.
(SIGHING) All right.
We we're just going
to leave him here?
Well, of course not, but
we're going to need some help
to get him to the morgue.
(SIGHING) Oh.
Oh, that poor soul.
I'll find out what happened
to him, don't worry.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(DISTANT PHONE RINGING)
Right this way, Miss
MacDougall. Please have a seat.
Now, how is it that you came to discover
Mr. MacDonald's body
in the storage room?
I was putting away the swords.
And did you see anyone exiting
the room as you approached?
Not a soul.
How well did you know Mr. MacDonald?
I didnae.
I knew his reputation as a dancer.
- That's it.
- Hm.
And did you notice any tensions
between he and the Campbells?
Not with them.
I did see Mr. MacDonald in
an argument with Mr. Gunn,
the man who was disqualified.
What was that argument about?
(TENSE MUSIC)
Mr. MacDonald was taunting Mr. Gunn.
He said he would lose
and might as well withdraw
to save his honour.
He was being very cruel.
Are you saying Mr. Gunn may have
killed him in order to get even?
No. Didn't say that.
But I do know I heard
two men arguing violently.
Now, one of them is dead and
The other is walking free.
Uh, pardon me a moment.
Julia, what are you doing with this?
I was just returning your metal locator.
I was using it to look for
a locket that Margaret lost.
Oh!
- Did you find it?
- No. But we did find a dead body!
(TENSE MUSIC)
(TENSE MUSIC)
So you agree this
appears to be an accident?
There's no doubt the young man drowned.
His lungs were filled with water.
There were no signs
of trauma to the body
beyond a few scratches you
might expect from the riverbed.
I see.
Did you find any identification?
No, but there are some clues.
A St. Christopher medal.
(JULIA): Ah! The patron
Saint of Travelers.
Oh, he must have been Catholic.
And these were sewn into
the lining of his jacket.
- Oh.
- Likely for safekeeping.
Are those English coins?
Yes. A total of six
shillings and sixpence.
It's not much, but it's
probably all he had.
I see. Go on.
Take a look at his hand.
See this bruise on his left thumbnail?
And note the little cuts
around the corners of his mouth.
These are typical marks of a
man in the boot-making trade.
They would hold the nails in their mouth
and often get these little nicks.
That's very good. Anything else?
His clothes were far too big for him.
Old and cheap.
(SIGHS) English coins,
evidence of a trade he was involved in.
Possibly a recent immigrant
who came here to take
up an apprenticeship?
He would have likely had a sponsor.
Well, Margaret, it appears
we have a mystery to solve.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
- (SIGHS)
- (WAGON RATTLING)
You were seen arguing with MacDonald
in the hours leading up to this death.
Aye. We argued.
He was an arrogant git.
But I certainly did not kill him.
I take it you knew him?
I knew him.
We had competed in the past.
What was the argument about?
He was disparaging my ability.
Said I was wasting my
time competing against him.
You were disqualified,
so I'd say that Mr. MacDonald was right.
Have you ever seen this before?
That belongs to the clan Campbell.
Could have been one of them, huh?
They lost to MacDonald as well.
They deny having seen it.
They're liars and murderers.
Always have been.
I've already spoken to you.
Why am I here?
Because we're not certain you were
telling the truth the first time.
- How dare you, sir.
- Sit down, Mr. Campbell.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Mrs. Campbell.
Do you recognize this?
Good heavens, Duncan. Look!
It's the one you lost so many years ago.
Well, it can't be.
How do you not recognize
it? I gave it to you.
Are you certain?
Aye! There's the wee emerald
heart I had embedded in the hilt.
Detective Murdoch, this knife
has been missing for 20 years.
And now it has resurfaced
embedded in the body
of Malcolm MacDonald.
As I've told you before, I
had nothing to do with that.
Where were you, sir, when
you lost it originally?
It was more than 20 years ago.
- I really don't remember.
- Oh, I do.
It was on that trip to Caledon
Hills just months before we wed.
Ach, she's always had
a better memory than I.
Must be all that
whiskey. (DUNCAN CHUCKLES)
Whether that's the weapon or not,
I had nothing to do with
the death of Mr. MacDonald.
I was enjoying a fine Islay
with your chief inspector when
that poor bugger lost his life.
I see.
Absolutely. No, we were
together. Besides
I'd stake my reputation
on Duncan Campbell.
I've known him for years.
He's a man of honour.
It's not too early in the
day for a drink, is it, Tom?
Never, sir! Allow me.
Sir, you are aware of
the long-standing feud
- between the two families.
- Hm. Of course I am.
On the orders of the English,
the Campbells killed
over 30 of clan MacDonald.
The massacre of Glencoe.
Well, since Duncan
Campbell arrived in Canada,
he's built a successful
life for him and his family,
so he's not going to risk that
on a dance contest or
Something that happened
over 200 years ago.
Well, sir, he has admitted that
the murder weapon belonged to him.
But he also stated
that he lost that dagger
over 20 years ago.
Well, perhaps a member of his family?
And where did he say that he lost it?
Caledon.
And the man who was seen arguing
with Malcolm MacDonald
Enden Gunn.
is from Caledon, is he not?
You're barking up the wrong tree.
It's got nothing to do with the
Campbells and the MacDonalds.
Well, Tom,
I hope that
One day soon
- You'll be able to afford a better dram.
- Hm.
Well, you seem to like this one.
Ah, these?
- They're for you two.
- (RUSTLING)
I took the Liberty of picking 'em up.
So
Wrap up this investigation
and bring the constabulary some glory.
(THWACKING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(CARRIAGE RATTLING)
This shoe store is the
last one on our list.
Well, let's hope the last one's a charm.
I appreciate your patronage, madam.
What can I do for you ladies?
Uh, we just have a couple
of questions for you.
I should tell you I've
just received a shipment
of red suede boots
with needlepoint tips.
All the rage.
- Oh, could I get a
- Margaret!
(CLEARING THROAT) Right. Of course.
Ah, I was just wondering whether
you might recognize this man?
- Good lord.
- I apologize if it's gruesome.
I've seen him.
- When?
- About a week ago now.
He applied to be an apprentice here.
And you didn't take him on?
He arrived two weeks late.
I had already taken on another man.
Did he say why he was late?
He said the boat from England was
delayed because of bad weather.
He was disappointed, but I
didn't have a place for him.
I take it from this he's dead.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
I'm very sorry, but there was
nothing I could do for him.
Do you know his name?
Silas Barnes.
Thank you.
Did he happen to mention where
he was headed when he left?
He said something about
looking for guidance.
I see.
Thank you.
(BAGPIPES PLAYING)
There are some things from the old
country they could have left behind.
You don't care for the pipes, Higgins?
Does anyone, sir?
Well, this is quite the day.
There are few things in
life that we agree on.
(HIGGINS CHUCKLES)
Let's just try to find Enden Gunn.
But didn't you say he
lost the competition, sir?
- I did.
- Well
Then why would he still be here?
We don't know if he's here or not.
That's why you're looking for him.
Terrible news.
About the murder investigation?
No, no, no. It's the caber toss.
That McNabb fellow from your station,
he's pulled up lame.
You there!
- Me?
- Ya. Aye. You!
Do you want to do your station proud?
Of course you do.
So, what do you think, Tom?
You think your man'll be
able to handle the challenge?
Oh, I have the utmost confidence
in Constable Newsome-Higgins.
It's the other way, sir.
Excellent. So, you ever tossed a caber?
I can't say that I have.
Well, young Sean there
(GRUNTING)
- (THUDDING)
- Happy to give you a few tips.
Sean!
Uh, sir, shouldn't I be
looking for Enden Gunn?
Oh, Murdoch and I can
handle things, Higgins.
Ah, you'll be splendid, Constable.
And, if you conduct yourself honourably,
I'll reward you handsomely.
- Reward how?
- Now, never you mind that now.
Come on, let's go. Let's sign you up.
(BRACKENREID): Bloody hell, Murdoch.
I think he expects us to win.
Really?
For now, let's just focus on
finding Mr. MacDonald's killer.
Hm.
(BELLS CHIMING)
(FATHER ALOYSIUS): I presume
his death was an accident?
We've found no evidence
to suggest otherwise.
In that case, I shall
arrange for him to be buried
in the parish cemetery.
Thank you, Father. (SIGHS)
(DISTANT CROWD CHATTERING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Something on your mind, sir?
If you're worried,
I've had a thought on how I
could give you an advantage
during the hammer toss.
I would stiffen the shick
- Actually, steel could work.
- Murdoch
It's not that, me ol' mucker.
It's Stewart. He's up to something.
How so?
Well, this is the first
time he's ever entered
Station House Four into these Games.
- What do you think's prompted that?
- I don't know.
But he keeps making all
these vague promises to me.
He's definitely up to something.
Ooh.
It appears he's not the only one.
Isn't that one of the Campbell lads
coming out of the MacDonald tent?
It is, sir. Alasdair.
(MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC)
Ooh.
Well, it appears at least two
members of the warring clans
have decided to effect a truce.
Oi! Romeo and Juliet!
We'll be needing a word.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Are you thinking what
I'm thinking, Murdoch?
Iona pointed the finger at Enden Gunn
to keep us from looking
at Alasdair Campbell.
- Or herself.
- Even though she's a MacDougall,
which is part of the MacDonald clan?
She may have killed him for
reasons that have nothing to do
with the clan that he belonged to.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Sir, sir, uh, I just wanted to say
you may have
misinterpreted what you saw.
Oh, I doubt that very much.
And I don't give a toss what
the pair of you were up to.
Oh.
Have either of you
ever seen this before?
Mm, I've not seen this
particular sgain dubh,
but there are lots around.
Virtually every adult male owns one.
It's a Scottish tradition.
Your mother insists that
this belonged to your father
and that he lost it some years ago.
- How odd.
- What's odd
Is that was found sticking
out of a dead man's chest.
I know nothing about that.
I know nothing about that!
All right, let's get back
to the time of the murder.
Malcolm MacDonald was
killed very shortly after
the sword dance competition.
Where were you at that time?
I was in the hall, licking me wounds.
And how well did you
know Malcolm MacDonald?
I didn't. I only met him on the stage.
And how did you feel after he
beat you in the competition,
something you'd been hoping
to win for at least two years?
I'm only human, Detective.
I was rather
Disappointed in myself.
But it was a fair match.
I intend to do better on the next try.
(BRACKENREID): We haven't finished.
You are a champion dancer, are you not?
I've won the Fling four times running.
So why was a champion dancer
clearing up the swords after the event?
I may be a champion, but
I still do women's work.
- Did you know Mr. MacDonald?
- In passing.
He may have been kin,
but he was a very unpleasant man.
I preferred to keep me distance.
Sirs, we have been honest with you.
Could I avail upon you to
keep what you saw between us?
Our families would
certainly not approve.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(WHIRRING, GRINDING)
The two families are not
going to say anything,
so I've asked Douglas Cameron
to come in for an interview.
He's run these Games for over 20 years.
He might know more than he's letting on.
Sir, perhaps, we should
cancel the Games altogether.
Oh, no. Stewart would
have my head on a block.
Uh, cancelling them sounds
like a good idea, sir.
My back has been acting up lately.
Not keen on the caber toss, Higgins?
No, sir.
You wanted a wee word?
Duncan Campbell is a friend of mine.
Sir, a man was murdered at
an event that you are hosting.
Friendships don't matter right now.
If you know anything at all, Douglas,
you'd be best advised to share it.
Duncan Campbell is no murderer.
We'll decide that.
So, anything at all?
(SIGHS)
I saw Duncan and the
dead man in an argument
the morning of the competition.
What you did hear?
MacDonald was going on about his rights.
His rights to what?
I don't know. All I
heard him saying was,
"I have all the right in the world,
and you know it and I can prove it."
Anything else?
Duncan looked as if he might hit him,
but then he turned on
his heel as he shouted,
"God help me! I will
see you in hell first."
- His exact words?
- Aye.
He'd been pushed so far he even
used the lord's name in vain.
And I've known Duncan a long time.
I've never seen him so mithered.
Thank you.
Ah, my Games can still proceed?
- For now.
- (SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
Then I'll, uh, see you
this evening at the banquet.
This Malcolm MacDonald is something, eh?
- How's that, sir?
- More enemies than friends.
He should've been a copper. (LAUGHS)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(WHIRRING)
(PANTING) Margaret,
I need a rest.
Perhaps we can exchange tasks?
What?
Oh, uh, I would, but my
sciatica's acting up, so
(JULIA): Of course it is.
I can't stop thinking about him.
You know, there are more
and more people coming here
every day looking for
the promise of a new life.
Which many achieve.
I know.
But to die here,
alone,
in a new country with no one.
Look at this!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
There's an initial on the hatband:
S.B.
Silas Barnes.
This must be where he
fell into the river!
It's quite slippery beyond this point.
Yes. If he fell.
What are you suggesting?
Well, his belongings
all piled up neatly.
I've seen this before when investigating
people who've taken their own lives.
Why would he do that?
Well, he came here for a better life
and that chance was denied.
(WATER TRICKLING)
He was homeless and penniless.
Perhaps he couldn't see
a future for himself.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
If he did take his own life,
according to the church, he
cannot have a Catholic burial.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
Which is why, to the
best of my knowledge,
Mr. Silas Barnes
suffered an accidental death.
- (SPLASHING)
- You would lie to the church?
Uh. Oh, Margaret. It
wouldn't be the first time.
Oh.
Shall we continue our search?
(SIGHS) Perhaps tomorrow.
I'll get the bicycle.
(DISTANT BIRDS CHIRPING)
- (SIGHS)
- (BAGPIPES PLAYING)
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware.
That jaups in luggies;
but if ye wish her grateful prayer
(ALL CHEERING): Gie her a haggis!
(CHUCKLING)
Sir, is everyone here?
It appears so. Why?
Malcolm MacDonald said something
about "having the proof."
I thought I'd have a look
around to see what that could be.
You'll miss the haggis.
- I'm sure I'll survive.
- Hm.
Where is the detective off to?
He needed to get some air.
Mm. Too much whiskey?
Hm. That'll be the day.
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(BAGPIPES PLAYING)
Save some for your detective.
Oh, he won't mind.
He confessed he's not
very partial to it.
And how does he feel
about neeps and tatties?
He's not partial to that, either.
(GRUNTS)
Ah, come here.
Look at us, eh?
We're a couple of thieves.
(BRACKENREID CHUCKLES)
We've seen a lot, you
and I, have we not?
Indeed we have, sir.
I think, perhaps, I've seen enough.
I'm thinking of stepping down, Tom.
Are you sure?
I think it's time to walk away.
It'll mean big changes
at the constabulary.
I think I know the man for the job.
Excuse me, sir?
I think I know the man for the job.
(BAGPIPES CONTINUE)
Get your hands off her.
We'll no have our family
sullied by the likes of you.
Should we step in, sir?
I fear the world will never move forward
'til the old feuds die.
Aye.
(RUSTLING)
(DISTANT HORSES NEIGHING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GRUNTING)
Oi. The MacDonald clan are furious.
They want to know what
you're doing snooping around.
Good morning to you.
I was trying to solve
the murder of one of their own.
Did you find anything?
I found a letter to a Jenny MacDonald.
- What did it say?
- I didn't get a chance to read it.
(FINGAL): Where is he?
Ah, bloody hell.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
What were you doing snooping
around our encampment?
Are you trying to pin my
cousin's murder on one of us?
You'd best make yourself scarce!
Ach, bloody Campbells.
They've ere been in league with English,
- cozying up to the police.
- They did no such thing!
I've seen that Duncan Campbell
with the chief inspector,
trying to blame us for what's going on.
You'd better leave right now,
or it's a night in the cells.
- (TENSE MUSIC)
- Aye.
So, what do you think, Murdoch?
Doth he protest too much?
Would he kill one of his own?
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(GRUNTING)
(BAGPIPES PLAYING)
Are you sure about this?
The man who struck me was
wearing a Campbell tartan.
That doesn't mean it was one of them.
Someone could have been
disguising themselves.
Well, sir, that's possible,
but I don't think it likely.
The murdered man was in
possession of a letter
from a Jenny MacDonald;
That letter is now gone.
They're all present
and accounted for, sir,
though not a happy lot.
Does this mean they'll
be calling off the Games?
No such luck, Higgins.
(GRUNTING)
For Pete's sake.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Evidence I procured last evening
was taken from me by force.
My constables will
conduct a thorough search
of both your persons
and your belongings.
(SCOFFS) On what grounds?
On the grounds that my detective
thinks that one of
you lot assaulted him.
I don't like to be accused
of something I've not done.
You'd be wise to keep
your mouth shut, sunshine.
Don't treat us like we're criminals.
You're being treated like
suspects in an investigation.
- There's a difference.
- I will not stand for this.
I'm going to see the chief
inspector. This is an insult.
You're not going anywhere!
(TENSE MUSIC)
That what you're looking for, Murdoch?
(DUNCAN): You have no right.
I believe it is, sir.
Mr. Campbell, perhaps your family
should wait for you outside.
Aye.
I won't be leaving my husband.
Morag, you should go.
I'm staying.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
My dearest Jenny,
it pains me that our love is forbidden,
and that our son will
be raised among your clan
without ever knowing his true father.
But this is for the best,
for if the truth of
his parentage was known,
both of our families
would surely shun him.
Who was she?
They're lies. They're damnable lies.
(SULLEN MUSIC)
Aye. You see, Detective,
it's just more lies from these people.
And what of the sgain dubh?
How did your knife end up
killing Malcolm MacDonald?
Oh, well, um, you lost it.
Did you not say you lost it?
It's time to tell the
truth, Mr. Campbell,
if only for the sake of your wife.
Jenny
Wanted a keepsake.
And if you were so sweet on
her, why didn't you marry?
She was a MacDonald.
I was a Campbell.
Is that it?
- So, you settled for second best.
- No, no, Morag.
I-I found another that I loved more.
I really thought the past was behind me.
That's what the argument was about?
Malcolm MacDonald confronted
you, told you he was your son
and that he'd come to
claim his inheritance?
Did you attack Murdoch
to steal the letter
that was the evidence?
It was my property.
I
I just hoped to bury, bury the shame.
Did you kill Malcolm
MacDonald for the same reason?
I will not stoop to
answer these questions!
Shall I take that as a yes?
I repeat: I will not
answer these questions!
Indeed.
Well, Duncan Campbell,
I'm charging you with the
murder of Malcolm MacDonald.
You'll be incarcerated until
you can appear before a judge.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- (ROSS): Father!
Get them out of here!
You have the wrong man!
I'm the one who killed
Malcolm MacDonald.
Please, please.
I went back to the storage
area after the contest.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Malcolm confronted me.
He was on me immediately.
He said he was my
father's first-born son
and he aimed to collect his inheritance.
It's rightfully mine
and I will fight for it.
And you believe him?
I didn't know what to believe.
He said my father had written a letter
that proved what he said.
And the whole time he was saying this,
he he was gloating.
He said that I would drop
from second place to third
in the line of inheritance
and how did I like that?
I didn't want to believe him.
That piece of paper means nothing.
Where's the proof?
The proof
Is written right here
In cold
Hard
Steel.
But then I saw the
knife, how it was his,
how it was a gift
From our father,
his father.
And how did I like that?
He kept saying that,
over and over again.
(MALCOM): How do you like that?
How do you like that?
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
(MURDOCH): You then seized the knife
And you stabbed him.
(SULLEN MUSIC)
I didn't know what I was
doing until I had done it.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
My father had nothing to do with this.
It was me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I found it. (GIGGLES)
You went back to the riverbank?
I found it in the
larder in a tin of flour.
(GIGGLING) Oh, Margaret!
Did we do the right thing?
Yes, I think we did.
The church
Well
If God finds our poor Silas
Barnes unworthy of heaven,
then I suppose he'll just throw him out.
Oh, my goodness.
Where's bloody Murdoch?
Perhaps he's taken ill.
I've been feeling a little
under the weather myself, sir.
- Higgins, I don't want to hear it!
- Tom.
- Oh, sir.
- You did the right thing.
It's not the result I would
have wished for, but
It was the truth.
That is what we strive for.
- Thank you, sir.
- And, if you've no objection,
I will be recommending
leniency for young Ross.
No objections from me.
Must have been quite the shock.
Indeed. But I will be charging Duncan
with assaulting Detective Murdoch.
Where's Alasdair?
Apparently, he and Iona left
in the middle of the night.
- Oh.
- (BAGPIPES PLAYING)
I'm ready to go.
You should have controlled yourself.
- Aye.
- (HORSES NEIGHING)
So, why don't we take in
a bit of the Games first
before we leave?
Oh.
Thank you, old friend.
I'm surprised to see you still here.
May I ask why?
Perhaps it's best if the sins
of our past remain buried.
Or forgotten.
Hm.
Murdoch, I thought you'd scarpered.
Of course not, sir.
I wanted to ensure you had
a chance to win the event.
(CAMERON): All right, lads and lassies.
It's time for the sheaf toss.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(SUSPENSEFUL HIGHLAND MUSIC)
(GRUNTING)
Well done, Detective Murdoch.
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
(CROWD MURMURING)
(THUDDING)
(APPLAUSE)
Very good.
(GROANING)
(TENSE HIGHLAND MUSIC)
(GRUNTING)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
A perfect 12 o'clock!
(APPLAUSE)
Give it all you have, Henry.
Thank you.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(GRUNTING, CRACKING)
(WHIMPERING)
(THUDDING)
- (CROWD MURMURING)
- (HENRY GROANING)
- I believe that's all he
had. - (HIGH-PITCHED): Sir!
Well
It's all up to you now, Tom.
- (HENRY WHIMPERING)
- What are you teaching them?
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(GRUNTING)
(CROWD MURMURING, APPLAUDING)
There he is.
I feel like a bloody fool!
You won't when you're
tossing the hammer, sir.
Just dig those spikes in and they'll
give you the leverage you need.
Unless I twist my ankle!
Well, there is that.
Let's get to it, Inspector Brackenreid.
The gloaming is coming.
Right. The yellow flag
is the distance to beat.
I know that.
(HUFFING AND PUFFING)
(SPITS)
Oh, good form. Good form.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
- (CROWD GASPING)
- (MURDOCH LAUGHING)
(APPLAUSE)
- Henry, did you see that?!
- (HENRY YELLING IN PAIN)
Not bad for an Englishman!
Very good, sir!
Who looks the fool now, eh?
(BRACKENREID LAUGHING)
(STEWART): Congratulations.
Station House Number Four.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
Sir, we don't have to charge him.
This police force plays no favourites.
(CAR DOOR CREAKING)
Son.
- I just wanted to say
- Let me speak.
This is Iona.
She is to be my bride.
- Alasdair.
- We ran away.
But I couldnae just
leave without telling you.
You do deserve that much.
I know I'm kin to the MacDonalds, sir
You are not a MacDonald.
You are a girl who loves my son.
And that's enough.
Aye.
(HEARTFELT MUSIC)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
All hail the conquering hero! (LAUGHS)
Oh! Ah, are you still
wearing that old thing?
- I should get you a new one.
- But I just found it.
Now, my darling,
you are looking at the
champion hammer thrower
- at the Highland Games.
- (GASPS) Oh! Congratulations.
And I must say you do cut quite
a fine figure in that kilt.
- I do, don't I?
- Mm. Is it true what they say?
Well, let's just say
I can feel the breeze.
- (GASPING): Thomas!
- (LAUGHING)
Well, I might as well
act like a true scot.
- Now, Mrs. Brackenreid
- Oh!
are you ready for
a proper Highland Fling?
- Hm. Whoa!
- Ah! (LAUGHING)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)