Murdoch Mysteries2008

[first lines]

David Kingsley:
I said stand back, sir.

Herbert Greaves:
Well, who the devil do you think you... You have no right to touch the... [to Murdoch] You are?

Detective William Murdoch:
Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary. [Greaves sighs in relief] You telephoned?

Herbert Greaves:
Thank God you're here. Herbert Greaves; I-I, I manage this place. I tried my damnest to stop this man from touching the body, but he insists on...

David Kingsley:
We meet again, detective.

Herbert Greaves:
You know this... person?

Detective William Murdoch:
Our path have crossed. Good day, Mr. Holmes.

Herbert Greaves:
Oh, my commiserations, sir. He's a rude, interfering, altogether...

David Kingsley:
The hotel guest you see before you is Mr. Wallace Burns, now very much deceased.