#inspector crabtree

[trueadventuresofthemind]

I’m sorry but George asking Henry if he had started reading was *chefs kiss*

Also, yay! Detective Watts is back!

[johnsspacesuittight]

Brackenreid has literally so many kids my god, there are his actual three biological kids, and then there's Higgins, Crabtree, Watts and Mrs. Hart, at LEAST

[crabtreee]

Edit a Day — Count Down to Season 17, 2 Days (insp.)

[incorrect-murdochmysterys]

George: During earthquakes coffins become maracas

Brackenreid: Bloody hell Crabtree!

[high-risk-homosexual-behavior]

Inspector Brackenreid’s inconsistent homophobia confuses the shit out of me. But whatever! on to season 14.

[grandhoff]

Murdoch Mysteries rewatch/catch up.from the beginning - rambles part 1

EP 1

- first episode just bring in a big name famous character, like fucking what?? Tesla man

-we love our pretty boy constable Crabtree being a hit with all the ladies

- "I actually came here to see your dog, not you, also the flowers are for the dog"

EP. 2

- just right out the gate we got a main character's life at threat IN THE SECOND EPISODE LOL WHUT

- reminder of the historically accurate prejudice is so real, my detective deserves that promotion

- straight up science with bugs man

- of course we got the old 'i totally came.up with the idea first' old jazz

EP 3

- ahh yes, racism in old timey land

- milady, our detective is pious and won't be using your body to prove your innocence

- thus begins the using of poor Georgie as the guinea pig, and man does he look cute in a pretty dress

- William, your flirting/low-key jealousy is showing with the dear doctor

- Murdoch being suspicious of the media is so on point, freaking thing nearly broke the country up

- poor Murdoch, always becoming scandalized with the sinful world

EP 4

- bring in Conan Doyle and the freaking spiritualists

- that feel when your hero flirts with your crush.jpg

- that feel when a potential quack reminds you of your dead fiance.gif

- not ACD stealing the inspector's idea for a story

EP 5

- Murdoch, we gotta refer to the gays properly in this new age of the 1890s

- I love the fancy boy outfit Murdoch wears to go undercover, but assuming the identity of Georgie Boy is rude

- oh inspector, you aren't supposed to beat the witnesses or persons of interest

- our dear detective is very good at seeing the good in people, rejecting the idea of needless eternal damnation

EP 6

- is your dad in town William, why are you allowed to stay on this case

- I love how great Murdoch is with all sorts of people... Except if it is his dad

- your trauma is showing William

6/163 episodes down, will I keep this up? Maybe, if I keep interest in recording my musings

[bygone-age]

I love playing "guess the year" with Murdoch Mysteries! This episode (17x03. I'm catching up, slowly, but surely), we get some choice clues that make it a bit easier, but still fun!

Murdoch and Julia are talking about the theft of the Mona Lisa (or La Gioconda if, like Inspector Brackenreid, you're cultured 😁), which happened a fortnight before the episode take place. This puts the episode in 1911, so yay for that, but we want to know more. A quick Google search reminds us that it was stolen on 21 August 1911 (I thought it earlier, around Easter), which means that the episode starts at around 4th September 1911!

It hasn't been that easy since the time everyone thought Crabtree was dead and they showed the death certificate!

[veryrealimagination]

“I only sink deeper the deeper I think."

Day No: 29

Prompt: Past Troubles Resurfacing

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Medium: fic

Trigger Warnings: no major ones

SFW

Murdoch was concerned by the lateness of the day and the absence of Detective Watts. The man, while not usually a regular detective, did not shirk his responsibilities. “George,” he called out, watching the constable walk by. The man stopped and turned to Murdoch.

“What’s the problem, sir?”

“Have you seen Detective Watts today?”

He thought about it for a minute. “No. Not a glance. Didn’t say anything about traveling at the moment,” he said, “Actually, he said that he would try to be here before the Inspector showed up. Something about being caught foisting his paperwork on Mitchell again and having to write his own reports.”

The older man definitely remembered that little order from Brackenreid. “George, with me,” he ordered, standing up and putting on his outer jacket. “I think it’d be best to find him and bring him to the Station House.”

They both looked over at the Inspector’s office, where the man was impatiently tapping on his own paperwork while staring out at the empty desk that was eventually forced on Watts when he kept using Murdoch’s. And George’s. And Higgins. And Jackson’s. Before his death. “Most definitely, sir.”

The first room that they remembered Watts living had a slightly irritated landlady inform them that his sorrow after Huey’s death had led to him being evicted for disturbing the others. The second one, that George remembered, also revealed that he had been evicted as well, for his late evenings and early mornings for the constabulary. Two more rooms that he was evicted out of, and Murdoch wondered how Watts managed to keep any sort of home in his life.

He thought about what he was not to know, and suggested it to Crabtree. “What about the neighbor of Miss Newsome?”

It took George a minute, but he shook his head. “Too many almost being caught. They only meet somewhere else now. And the man is quite tight lipped about himself and Watts.” One of the last avenues as to where the man lived. “He tends not to update his place of residence on the forms. Only when he is reminded by Inspector Brackenreid or Doctor Ogden.”

“If he’s not careful, the Inspector will be personally start making sure the paperwork his correct every week,” the man said.

“Where do you think we should check next?” George asked.

He thought about what he knew about the man. It was, unfortunately, little. “Let’s find a telephone and we can ask if anyone has ideas about where Watts is currently living.” They began the walk to a pole.

During their walk, there was the shouting of a man that normally Murdoch ignored. The second voice, a quieter, uncommonly fearful one, caught his attention quickly. It also caught George’s. “Sir,” he muttered.

“Carefully, George.” He took lead to where they heard the voices coming from. It was normally not wise to go down dingy and occupied alleyways, but it was necessary when they needed to see the situation.

They quickly found their missing detective, being held in place by two men that were obviously enforcement. His coat was dirty and ripped in three different places. A chunk of his face was purple, his leg was staggered, and it wasn’t entirely out of the question the men were keeping him upright. The man in front of Watts carried the air of a bookie coming to collect debt.

Murdoch had never known Watts to gamble.

“There ain’t no way you just happened to get a night of good wagers,” he accused. Not collecting debt, Watts had been winning, a little too much. “Inside knowledge, that’s the only way you managed to get four times what you put in.”

“I do not need to cheat,” he spat, getting a punch to the chest in retaliation. “I paid attention to your planted men’s bets and went against theirs.” His arm was twisted enough that Murdoch heard a pop of something dislocating. His yell was cut off by one of the thugs covering his mouth.

“I lost money last night with your wins,” he hissed, “A good amount. I don’t know where you put your ill gotten wagers, but I’ll be getting back that money off of you over the next week. And maybe a few weeks after that.”

George shot forward before Murdoch, which annoyed and surprised the man. His truncheon was out and slamming one of the enforcers over the head. It being the one gagging Watts, the hand came off to try and swipe back at the officer. George grabbed a hold of the arm and used it to crash the man into the wall.

The other man tried to get at him, but Murdoch landed a solid punch to the jaw. It had been a while that he had to hit anyone in the line of duty, but he didn’t experience as much pain as he expected when the man went down with a bloody nose. The one that George had against the wall almost twisted out of his grasp, but didn’t go after either of the men when he saw his partner was down.

The bookie was annoyed that a Constable and some suit that could hit interfered with his business. Whatever, he’ll just get one of his own police friends to stonewall him while he made his money back out of the cheater’s hide. “Excuse me,” he demanded, “This is a private matter between myself and this insolent boy that cheated me. Police need not be here.”

Murdoch pulled back his lapel to show the badge. “Then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind coming down to Station House Four to explain it,” he said, subtly threatening him. The man was taken back. Not just a suit, but Detective William Murdoch. One of the straightest laced coppers in Toronto. “Considering what I just heard you implying, I should have you charged with attempted false imprisonment of a police officer.”

“A police officer?” He pointed at Watts, who had attempted to stand, and fell when his leg wouldn’t support him “Him?”

“Detective Watts is a valued member of Station House Four,” he stated.

The bookie paled as he realized what he had done. Not only was Detective William Murdoch standing in front of him, but the man was now under Brackenreid. Still pissed that he lost a good amount of money, he forced his men up before leaving the alleyway and not getting anything back.

Watts looked between his coworkers in dismay and embarrassment. He did not expect to be found, although it was good, considering what Moe was threatening him with. Now, he would have to explain himself to his superiors. George was helpful in getting him to his feet, even when his leg wasn’t going to support him again. Murdoch got in under his arm. They knew which one had been injured and made sure it wasn’t unduly moved. “Hospital first,” Murdoch said, “Then, we’ll call Brackenreid and have everything explained.”

The young man’s heart dropped, and he wondered how long it would take to lose everything again.

-

Brackenreid was waiting out in the bullpen when his detectives and the constable got through the door.

The phone call he received from the hospital wasn’t exactly enlightening. Murdoch reported that he found Watts being assaulted by a bookie that said he cheated him out of wagers the previous night. This was after multiple checks at four rooms that he was evicted from.

Now, they would get everything out of the man.

The sling for his arm and cane for his leg did a little bit to win him sympathy. Crabtree was sent on patrol. Murdoch went back to his office but gave the Inspector a stern, silent warning before seeing the blinds on the man’s office closed.

Watts was sat on the couch with a mug of water sitting on the table and the cane beside the arm. He was not going to look anywhere near the man’s face. And definitely not near his eyes. “I’m waiting, Watts,” he said, sitting in the desk chair instead of nearby.

He breathed, giving himself some steadying. “I did not cheat,” he insisted, “Moe Sebrie is a horrible bookie. He plants people among the gamblers to get people to load up on bad bets and takes their money.”

“If he’s a horrible bookie, why you going to him?” he demanded.

“Because I know his plays. I went to one of his competitors when, when I needed money for Miss Marks, and Danny and Huey. He ran that man out of the business. Possibly murdered, but he used an accident to cover it up.” His good hand fidgeted with the sling. The arm was in a low level of pain from the dislocation of the lower part. His leg had lessened, but he still wouldn’t be able to walk well for a few days. “When I figured out what he did, I managed to use that against him. Placed bets on plays opposite or a little off from what he did. Got a fair bit of money from it.”

Brackenreid nodded, “Then, you pissed him off by winning a little bit too much.”

Watts sighed, “I needed more money for a room.”

“You have a room.”

He shook his head. “I haven’t been able to keep a place for more than a month, month and a half.”

The man looked at him, incredulous. Most houses loved coppers. They had the money, and if they didn’t, you went and found their Inspectors for a good hard talk. “You wasting all your money on food or something?”

Another shake of the head. “I have been evicted from my last three rooms due to late evenings and early mornings. The room before that didn’t like that I was mourning my brother for so long. Said it upset the other residents.” Evicted?! Brackenreid had never heard such horseshit. Most places didn’t care if they were early or late, especially when they learned that it was a copper. “I was saving up enough money to possibly try at two different boardinghouses. Much more expensive up front, but more willing to work with Constabulary men. One was Jackson’s old place. The other is run by a woman named Mrs. Kitchen. She’s apparently had a detective before.”

If he hadn’t shut the blinds, he would have shared a look with Murdoch, who likely wasn’t working on paperwork but more watching for anger. Watts apparently didn't know who the detective was. “Right, where have you been staying now?”

That was the only time he looked at him. He knew the signs of fear in someone, and he wondered how much One fucked up those that didn’t play the game well enough. Murdoch had come from there as well, and he didn’t show his as much. “The spare cot in the storage room,” he admitted.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Bloody hell," he muttered, wondering what he needed to do now. "Right. First thing is to get you cleaned up."

"I do not-"

He cut him off with a wave of his hand. "One night with us. Although don't start discussing your bookie business with the Missus. She stopped gambling after I had her arrested." Watts stared at him in surprise over that admission. "Then, in the morning, you go over to that second option with Murdoch."

"Murdoch?"

"Maybe even with Doctor Ogden as well." That confused the man on the couch. "You really don't know the detective that Mrs. Kitchen housed was Murdoch?"

He was curious, and somewhat taken back. "It was Murdoch?" he asked.

There was a little regret over the idea he was spouting. "Blimey. Murdoch!" he shouted, opening his door, "Does Mrs. Kitchen have a room available?"

Watts picked up the water and drained it to calm himself down over the entire day. He has a small wish for alcohol and started eyeing the bourbon the Inspector kept. "Hands off, Watts."

[mirai-desu]

Bonus » Series 3, Episode 5

“You must hold a party.” “Good idea! We shall fill the house with guests.” “And will you be inviting Inspector Wellington?” “Did I tell you how I managed to find Martin Crabtree? It's fascinating story.” “I have not seen the inspector here for while...” “It all started when I saw this advert. ‘Reward offered for information on the adopted son of the late Sir Reginald Denning.’ You see, I recognized Denning's name immediately from the Bona Vacantia list. It's the government's list of unclaimed inheritance, which meant there was a pot of gold waiting if I could just find his estranged son.” “How long is it since he visited?” “Who?” “Inspector Wellington.” “I honestly haven't a clue. But just imagine what I could do with this money. It will change everything. I can hire full time staff. I can advertise my services and compete with the larger agencies for higher  profile cases.” “Have you two had an argument?” “No! Could you please just let me enjoy this moment?” “Of course! ... You have an argument haven't you?”

[murdochautismmoments]

brackenreids:

Military.

Brackenreid as of S1 lives in a sort of townhouse with his wife & 2 kids. Bobby & John. Margaret is Mrs b.

Worked on stuff for quite a while. 5y pre S1E2: Hyatt. That's when he became inspector

Grew up by Yorkshire Moors but had a Scottish uncle

mms1e10 what about the kids who aren’t poor enough? They pack in three years of school & then start work to support four brothers

Had a sister & sawed of head of her doll.

it’s been a few years since he’s been on cocaine. mms5e9

Tried to rejoin the military in early s6. John is now like 12 & bobby also has grown up a bit.

S10e18 brax been there 20 years

s16 robert is 21 & going to become a priest

Higgins:

shoebox & valise 1hr carriage ride to higgins’ mom’s

family owned a piano shop.

speaks french

Married Ruth Newsome in s12e3 but they lost all their money so he started working as a taxi driver & Ruth got a job at the hospital

Crabtree:

Taught Eddie Driscoll some good hockey

lmao aunt ivy lowered him down a chimeny bc that was going to be his job. He ate the soot from under a dead someone’s fingernail.

Ate bleach at some point???

s10 been here 10 years

His dad is bipolar & has similar crazy ideas & is named George Crabtree. He didn't know he had a son. He was also rich af.

picked up handball in prison

Watts:

12 years old his 16yo sister disappeared

Sister Clarissa Athena got involved with a man Hector Coleman after their parents died & then went off to protect watts & she became a companion to miss greenwood & when greenwood died she left it to Athena so Athena started the woman zone. 15 years now they meet.

Whoops actually she left BC she didn't want to raise her baby brother & be chained down. She stole the tickets that Hector bought for them.

adopted by the landlady who has two twin boys with down syndrome

He figured out he was gay & met Jack Walker in s13e6

Jackson:

OK SO UH HE LOST HIS WIFE TWO YEARS BEFORE S10

She had dropsy. He was always called stupid

He has 11 ppl in his family

now he’s dead

[trueadventuresofthemind]

MM original cast album when?

[mwagneto]

INSPECTOR CRABTREE???????

[crabtreee]

... Thank you, George.

MURDOCH MYSTERIES — 16x23 “The Long Goodbye - Part 1”

[snug-as-bugalugs-in-rugalugs]

George: Would you slap Henry- Brax: Yes. George: I didn't even finish! Brax: Sorry, continue. George: Would you slap Henry for 10 dollars? Brax: I would do it for free. Henry: Rude...

[jacnaylor]

I'm watching murdoch mysteries and honestly i feel bad for higgins. this guy is just trying to come to work and do his job. but murdoch is conducting experiments in his office for nine hours. julia's in jail again. the inspector is doing cocaine. crabtree is telling him he has no imagination because he doesn't believe in underground mole people.