Murdoch Mysteries (TV Series)
What Lies Buried (2014)
Yannick Bisson: Detective William Murdoch
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Quotes
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Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : [looking at photograph] Oh my God! I remember when this was taken. I'd only been on the force two weeks.
Detective William Murdoch : You remember that?
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : I'd just arrested Margaret.
Detective William Murdoch : Your wife!
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : She'd got into a tiff over the lunch special at Maizie's. Such a tart tongue; full of sass even then.
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[last lines]
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : You have to give the bugger credit for his guts, though. Not many men would have fallen on his sword for a friend.
Detective William Murdoch : Actually, sir, he seemed... relieved, to get it off of his chest.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : is that how you felt? Confessing about Constance Gardiner?
Detective William Murdoch : I suppose so. Yes. I did break the law.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : You chose justice over the law. You did right, Murdoch. By her... and by me. Good night.
Detective William Murdoch : Good night, sir.
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[first lines]
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : Bloody hell! How much longer do we have to put up with this racket?
Detective William Murdoch : Not too long, sir. They just need to break up the concrete so they can lay the drainpipe.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : Newfangled flush toilets! The pit was good enough for me.
[the racket stops]
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : Oh. Do you hear that?
Detective William Murdoch : What?
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : My thoughts. i can actually hear them.
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Chief Constable Stockton : Hodge! HODGE!
Detective William Murdoch : Hello, Sir.
Chief Constable Stockton : Ah, Tommy Two-Cakes!
Detective William Murdoch : Two-Cakes?
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : Never call me that.
Detective William Murdoch : Ah...
Chief Constable Stockton : [to Hodge] Where's my tea?
Constable Hodge : Tea, Sir?
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : Just get him some tea, Hodge, plenty of sugar.
Chief Constable Stockton : Why are you out of uniform?
Detective William Murdoch : Uh, Sir, it's 1902. Tommy Two-Cakes is the inspector here, now.
[Brackenreid gives Murdoch an angry look]
Chief Constable Stockton : Oh, dear God, uh... I'm sorry, uh... Ahem. This must be your desk, Detective.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : Shall we use my office, Sir?
Chief Constable Stockton : Yes, yes.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid : [to Murdoch, under his breath] Make that the last time!