- [last lines]
- Detective William Murdoch: Migizi Pimise turned himself in yesterday. I suppose he knew someone would come looking for him.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: And the people he was with?
- Detective William Murdoch: They moved further north.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: It won't go well for them, will it?
- Detective William Murdoch: The silver will draw prospectors like moths to a flame. Migizi Pimise started a fight he couldn't possibly hope to win.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: But surely they have a treaty that will protect them.
- [Murdoch nods]
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Let's get you to bed.
- Detective William Murdoch: Our government is made of men of good conscience. Let's hope they honour it.
- [Title Card]: In 1903 silver was found near Cobalt, Ontario. The Provincial Government extinguished the Indian Land Title.
- [first lines]
- Detective William Murdoch: Certainly is a unique frame, sir.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: I got it from home. It was a present from the mother-in-law. All I needed to do was remove the atrocity that was in it.
- Detective William Murdoch: What is that, sir? Mahogany?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Uhh, well, it's certainly one of the more exotic woods.
- Detective William Murdoch: Yes, it's too dark for teak.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Why are the two of you talking about the frame when it's the painting that merits attention? I think your use of colour is extraordinary.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You needn't flatter me, doctor. But why exactly do you say so?
- Dr. Julia Ogden: With this painting, I see a creative vision taking hold. You seem to be capturing the essence of the north woods, and not just the actual of it.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Well, it's not 'alf bad for a copper.
- Detective William Murdoch: I am curious, sir; why did you use blue and pink for the trees?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Creative vision, Murdoch. Like Dr. Ogden just said. Oh, and, uh, I ran out of the green.
- Constable Henry Higgins: He's out cold, George.
- Constable George Crabtree: He's gone cold, Henry. He's dead.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: What can I do for you?
- Tom Thomson: I'm sorry to disturb you, but... I was hoping you might sell me your painting from the exhibition.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Sell it to you!
- Tom Thomson: If you would. I-I'd like to try my hand at the canvas. No-not to paint pale imitations of the natural world, but rather, to paint its essences a-as you do. I'd, I'd be prepared to pay.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Oh. Oh, well, I'm flattered, but, uh, it's not for sale. I'm thinking of re-entering it in the next exhibition.
- Tom Thomson: I'm sorry to hear that.
- [he turns to leave]
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Hold your horses, hold your horses. The prize money was ten dollars; it's yours for fifteen.
- Tom Thomson: Fifteen?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Take it or leave it.
- Tom Thomson: All right. Fifteen.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Wise choices, Mister...?
- Tom Thomson: Thomson. Tom Thomson,
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Ah, well, Mr. Thomson, I hope I can provide some inspiration.
- Tom Thomson: Good day.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Good day to you too.
- [Thomson leaves]
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Bloody fool.