(theme song)
(calm music)
- Ikigai.
- How's your bonsai?
- Fine.
- Susannah and I are going for a walk.
- Mm-hmm, all right.
- Are you sure you're all right, william?
- Never better.
Now that I have time to do the things
That I never had time to do.
(baby cooing)
(snoring)
(bell ringing)
(clears throat)
(bell ringing)
(knocking on door)
Yes?
- William murdoch?
- Yes.
- A moment of your time?
Lionel bently.
- William murdoch.
Please, come in.
- Hm. Lovely home.
(exhales)
Unique design. Is it your own creation?
- Oh, no. It was designed by
A man named frank lloyd wright.
Um, what is it that I can do for you, mr. Bently?
- You resigned from the police force.
- I did.
- So, you need a job.
I have a job.
And it needs to be tended to rather urgently.
(calm music)
This could be your new office.
Mathilda crisp.
She is my ward and she is missing.
- Her eyes... Miss crisp has heterochromia?
- Yes. One eye is blue, the other dark brown.
It's quite striking.
- And have you notified the police?
- I am doing one better.
I am talking to you.
I need her found.
- I-I no longer-- - I am aware of your current situation.
I'm also aware that you are the best detective in the city,
Possibly the entire country.
- A position I no longer hold. - Ridiculous, sir.
Whether you hold the position formally or not doesn't mean you're not the best.
This is mr. Quinton.
He works for the crisp estate.
He's also an admirer.
He is the one who suggested I contact you.
- You have the mind of jules verne and the technical genius of nikola tesla.
- Oh, that's very kind. Thank you.
But-- - in three days,
Mathilda is going to inherit $3,000,000.
And she has gone missing.
- And you are interested in her money?
- I am interested in her.
I have been her guardian since her father died
And made her an orphan.
It is my duty to find her, and you, you are my only hope.
(pensive music)
- I appreciate the offer, gentlemen, but I must refuse.
This is no longer my life.
- You have to eat.
(watts): Thank you, no.
- You know you're free to go.
- I want my day in court.
- If you go to court, you'll go to prison.
- Then to prison I go.
- At least take some water.
Please.
You're not going to accomplish anything like this, watts, except starve yourself to death.
- Then, my death is on society's hands.
What edwards is doing is wrong.
And by association, so are you.
Wonder what thomas brackenreid would think
About what's happened to his station.
(somber music)
(pedestrians chattering)
- Tea? Is that the best she's got?
- Well, there's not a drop of alcohol in the place.
And another thing-- - ah, there usually is.
- I don't think your aunt is sick at all.
- Then, why would she send for me?
- Mm, she's a lonely old lady who wanted
Someone to talk to?
- She brings me across the atlantic for conversation?
(aunt): Thomas! Margaret? I need you!
(sighs) - and to have someone wait on her hand and foot.
At least one of us gets to retire.
Coming!
- I refused the offer.
- Are you sure?
- We have travel plans, julia.
- What of the young woman?
- I made some inquiries.
Apparently, miss crisp is something of a free spirit.
She's disappeared before.
I'm sure she'll return home
Once she runs out of pocket money.
- Well, I received some good news today.
- Oh, did you?
- The women's hospital received a sizable donation
From a mr. Bently representing the crisp estate.
- Wha... That's the gentleman who offered me the position.
They're trying to get to me through you.
- Do you want me to refuse it?
(exhales)
- No, of course not.
- Well, william, we need to thank him.
- Mr. Bently is in mr. Quinton's laboratory.
- Mr. Quinton has a laboratory here?
- It was mr. Crisp's.
Mr. Quinton has taken it over.
He wears many hats.
And he is like yourself: A man of science.
Just down the hall.
- I'm certain that this will be very helpful.
I'm really thinking that...
You've reconsidered?
- Uh, we're here to thank you for your generous gift.
- Ah, you saved many women's lives.
(chuckles)
- Are you impressed?
- I'd be lying if I said I wasn't.
- I'm so pleased.
You were the inspiration for so many of these.
Actually, the creator of most, if truth be told.
- What is this?
This is so small. Does it work?
- Too well, I'm afraid.
Yours only incapacitated people. Sadly, this one remains lethal.
- Well, you'll need to recalibrate
The voltage regulator.
This is much too high.
That should do it.
What is this for? - Ah.
That was intended to monitor miss crisp.
But she left before I could install them.
I'm hoping to find some use for them in tracking her down.
- And you're certain she'll not return?
- She has indulged in flights of fancy before,
But never for so long.
- Where was she last seen?
(investigative music)
- I see you there, constable crabtree. What is it?
- When will detective watts have his day in court?
- He is not a detective and the answer is never.
- I fear if he stays in jail, he'll die.
- That is his choice. Not mine.
- He deserves to be heard. He's willing to risk prison.
- I am not interested.
As far as I'm concerned, he can rot in there or leave town.
Those are his two choices. - Inspector, this is...
This is not the way inspector brackenreid
Or detective murdoch would deal with things.
- No, they both quit the fight.
Anything else?
- Yes, plenty.
Perhaps better left unsaid for now.
(somber music)
(pedestrians chattering)
- What's in it for me, other than a free piece of pie?
- You would be performing an act of humanity.
- Not something that sells newspapers.
- Look, watts just wants to have his say.
A newspaper article would give him that.
I think people would read it.
- And I suppose you think my story would be more sympathetic.
- I think it could be whatever you want it to be.
You could interview him. I could sneak you into the cells.
And whether your story's favourable or unfavourable,
It would likely accomplish the same thing.
- And that is?
- It would likely save his life.
- You're sure this is where miss crisp was last seen?
- We had a credible sighting down here.
- Seems like an odd place for an heiress.
- Well, she was an unusual heiress;
Interested in social causes and the like.
I think half her month's stipend went to feeding the poor.
Look, these men are setting up your recording devices
To see if we can find miss crisp's whereabouts.
They're at your disposal day or night.
- Very good.
How is it you know mr. Bently?
- Oh, we both work for the estate.
Mr. Crisp hired me just before he tragically passed.
Called me his fix-it man.
- Fix-it man? - Yeah, well, he had a number of industrial concerns...
Factories and such. I keep them in good order.
- Thus your technical knowledge.
(chuckles)
- I've picked up a few things over the years,
But, uh, my accomplishments fade next to yours.
And that device will record what the camera films?
- Yes. - You are truly an amazing man.
It's a shame that you are lost to the constabulary.
- They are no longer my constabulary.
Shall we?
(investigative music)
- Sleep it off in here, trem, and I'll let you go.
- What did you do wrong, friend?
- Miss cherry? Why are you here?
- To give you a voice.
(sighs)
- Perhaps this device will reveal something.
- And if it doesn't?
- There are five more such devices installed.
We'll review all of them.
- We should have more of these viewers.
- Sorry, mr. Bently. - I'll get to it.
No matter now.
- Last one's a charm.
- Let us hope.
- Mr. Quinton and I have been talking.
- I'm not sure now's the time.
- When better?
Mr. Murdoch, what if our resources were at your disposal
Whenever you wanted?
- Well, that certainly would have made my job easier.
But that is no longer my job.
- Hm. Well, I am suggesting something new.
A new police force with you at its head.
- Oh, I-I don't think that's-- - we could keep everyone
Under surveillance, apprehend people
By non-lethal means before they've committed crimes.
It could change the world.
- Not necessarily for the better.
Oh, what's this?
(tense music)
- That's her!
Good lord.
- She was abducted?
- So it would seem.
(background chattering)
- Over here!
(investigative music)
(man): Buckle up!
(man 2): No, they must've come through here.
- Obviously, they didn't get far.
- Certainly looks like the same car.
- Look at this.
"destroy or be destroyed - there is no middle way."
- "we demand all money be abolished
Along with all private ownership."
Anarchists.
- Good lord.
And they've taken mathilda.
What do we do now?
- They don't know we're onto them, so we have the element of surprise.
I suggest we use it.
(tense music)
- It's not there.
- What's not there?
- I smuggled louise cherry into the cells to interview watts.
She was gonna write a story
About his hunger strike. She didn't.
- It's a good thing she didn't. You could have lost your job.
- Maybe there are more important things, henry.
- You done with that?
- I need to step out. Cover for me?
- And if the inspector asks?
- Tell him I'm out arresting vagrants.
Or burning witches.
(sighs)
- Constable.
Do we pay you to read the newspaper?
- Uh, no, sir.
- On your feet.
Stalls need mucking out.
- Uh...
- Would you mind letting us in on what you are doing here?
- Um, we know approximately where miss crisp was taken.
I'm attempting to determine the precise location.
- Uh, with the aerial camera?
- N-not just the aerial camera.
Attached to it is a device that uses a wheatstone bridge.
- Ah, it measures heat.
- Not exactly, but close enough.
I propose we fly the aerial camera
Over the area where miss crisp was taken.
If there are people there, this will tell us precisely where.
- Brilliant. - Please, don't encourage him.
- Are you ready, doctor? - Indeed I am.
- I submitted the story. My editor chose not to publish it.
- I don't believe you. - Believe whatever you want.
I'm telling the truth.
- I'm sure in the past, you've managed to get things published
Without the approval of your editor.
- If I'd pushed it through, I would have been fired, george.
And then, you'd have no ally at all.
(somber music)
(guard): Bring him up! Cell 2.
- What are you doing?
- Oh, just seeing how you were faring.
- My commitment to this is being sorely tested.
- You can stop at any time.
- No, I can't.
- And you still haven't eaten anything?
Take some water.
(gulping)
(exhales) - it tastes strange.
- You've had a week without any food.
Everything is going to taste strange.
(sighs)
(soft music)
(horse neighing)
- With the bolometer attached
To the aerial device, we'll be able to detect
Any infrared light.
- Which can be created by heat.
- Exactly.
Now the only heat source
Inside these buildings will be human bodies.
If miss crisp and her captors are inside, we'll find them.
- Mr. Bently was right.
- I beg your pardon?
- Well, with our resources and your mind,
We could create a detective agency that would leave
The pinkertons in the dust.
We'd be the envy of the scotland yard.
(aunt): And then, sybil said to me, "well, I never said that."
- But she did? - Of course she did.
She just as well called me a liar.
And we used to be such dear friends.
So, here I am now, left all alone with no one.
Except for my dear nephew. Isn't that right?
- That's right.
(aunt): You having another?
- I am. (aunt): Oh, thomas.
That is at least three this evening.
If you don't watch yourself, you will get the gout.
- I will not get the gout. (aunt): You never know.
Sybil got the gout once.
Too much red meat and alcohol.
She was in terrible pain.
Well, at least she deserved it.
Did I tell you what she said to me?
- So, louise cherry refused to print the article?
(crabtree): I suppose I can't expect her to do
What we're unprepared to do.
- What's that? - Lose our jobs.
(edwards): Constable crabtree.
Were you aware the vagrant
You brought in was a member of the press?
- I was not.
- I was informed by the city editor of the toronto telegraph
That one of his reporters entered the cells
Under flimsy disguise.
- That was louise cherry?
I thought it was a vagrant.
- Did you now?
But you knew the reporter's name.
Interesting.
- A good guess, I suppose.
- You have one job, constable.
Enforce the law to the letter.
If you are uncomfortable with that,
You can join your detective murdoch.
Which would be a shame
Considering you have a new house to pay for.
- George.
(sinister music)
- None of this would be happening if the inspector
Or the detective were here. - Well, they're not.
(exhales) and there's nothing we can do. (sighs)
Unless... - Unless what?
- Well, I happen to know that
Thaddeus monk of the board of control holds a clay pigeon shoot
Every second Sunday of the month.
- What? Why are you telling me this, henry?
- Well, the gathering is
In direct violation of the Sunday observance act.
You heard what edwards said.
- Enforce the law.
- To the letter.
(scoffs)
- Henry, you're a man of many surprises.
(chuckles)
(background laughter and chatter)
(man): Wonderful shot, sir!
- They all have guns.
- Yes, higgins, I would think that de rigueur for an event of such nature.
- Yes, but we don't.
- Well, we have the force of law on our side.
All right, now's as good a time as any.
- Uh, you did hear me when I said they have guns?
(tense music)
- Launch the bird!
(grunts)
(gunshot)
(man chuckling): Nicely done!
- Another.
(grunts)
(gunshot)
This sighting is off. (crabtree): Toronto constabulary!
What's going on here?
- Engaging in a little sport; nothing more.
- A great deal more, I would say.
You're contravening the Sunday observance act.
- On private land.
- Ah, accessible by the public in free view of anyone to see.
- Oh, now see here. This is-- - look, I am here on orders
To arrest anybody doing anything illegal.
Now, you'll put these guns down.
You're coming with me to the station house.
- Now, this is an outrage! - Huh.
An additional charge:
Threatening a police officer with a weapon.
- E-exact-- good thinking, henry.
Now give me this. Let's move!
- You will pay for this, constable.
- You can take that up with my superiors.
I'm following orders. - Let's go.
- Come along.
(man): You know who this is! (man 2): Sorry.
(man): You can take that down now.
- Your husband is a very clever man.
- He is indeed.
You'll notice I'm the one outside
While he's enjoying the warmth.
(scoffs)
(beeps)
- Oh!
I have a reading.
Right. Assemble your men and bring my weapon.
- No guns? - No guns. We can't risk harming miss crisp.
(tense music)
- Hey! (groans of pain)
- Restrain him. The rest of you with me.
(overlapping chatter in background)
(electric shock) (grunts of pain)
(panicked chattering)
(man): Don't move! (grunts)
- Wait! (man): Don't you touch me!
(panting)
- Wait!
(tense music)
Stop!
(loud grunts)
(pained grunt) - oh, dear.
- Nice work.
(panting)
- Let go of me!
Who are you?
- Detective...
Uh, william murdoch.
(scoffs) - what is the meaning of this?
Why are you trying to hurt my friends?
- Your friends?
- We've done nothing wrong,
Except practice our right to free assembly.
- You're... You're with these people?
- We are the ontario rebellion
And I am a proud member of this collective.
- Well, your guardian is concerned about you.
- My guardian is only concerned with my inheritance.
He cares nothing of me.
Now, let me go or despite my distaste of the police,
I will happily have you arrested.
(inhales)
(tense music)
- What do you think is going on here?
- I have no idea.
But I intend to find out.
- Impossible!
- Miss crisp told me this herself.
She's with these people willingly.
- She always seemed flighty,
But I never thought she would join anarchists.
(birds chirping) (soft music)
Well, now that miss crisp has been located,
I believe my assignment is finished.
- But what about this anarchist group?
- I don't know what you would like me
To do about them.
- Are they dangerous?
D-do you think mathilda might get hurt?
- Oh, I don't know.
But I do think you should contact the authorities
About the group, regardless of miss crisp's involvement.
- Perhaps you're right.
- I did an inspection of the location
That miss crisp was being held in.
I believe the group is holding an event of some kind.
I'll have all of the intelligence
That I gathered packed up and delivered to you.
(sighs)
- Thank you, mr. Murdoch.
I'll have a cheque covering your fees drawn up
And delivered to your home.
- Thank you.
(background chatter)
(edwards): Which one of you
Imbeciles is going to tell me what is going on?
- We were just following orders, sir.
- What?
- Mr. Monk was having a gathering
With the express interest of shooting, on a Sunday, no less.
There was alcohol present; we were threatened--
- Enough! I know what's going on here.
Do you think me a fool? I know your little plan.
You want to arrest my superiors
Under the broad definition of the plan to clean up toronto
So I look like a petty tyrant.
- If that happens to be the outcome, I--
- Crabtree, shut your mouth.
Go down to the cells and release all the people
Arrested at mr. Monk's.
There will be no record of the arrests.
Are we clear?
(both): Yes sir. - Good.
I found this floating around in the gutter.
Take a few men and clear them out.
(ogden): William.
I thought you were finished with all of this.
- I am.
But something is bothering me.
Miss crisp maintains that
She is a member of this anarchist organization.
But look, right here.
It appears as though they are abducting her.
- Is she lying? - I don't know.
- Oh, wait, william. Look, on the brick wall.
(device clicking)
(investigative music)
- Huh.
That looks like a bullet striking...
Was someone shooting at her?
Perhaps these anarchists weren't abducting her.
They were saving her. - From whom?
(sighs)
(soft chuckle)
(device clicking)
(overlapping chatter)
What's this about?
- You'll see.
(coughing)
- The capitalists say that money comes from hard work
And industry, and if you do not have money, you are lazy.
Or stupid. Or both.
That is a lie.
(crowd cheering)
For many of them, wealth falls from the sky,
Or it is a provenance of birth.
It is not earned. It is not deserved.
(crowd shouting)
- All right, lads, we'll round them up,
Take them to the station. No violence.
You heard me.
- I don't give a hang what you say.
- Today, I turn 21 years old
And today, I am a millionaire, an undeserving one.
Now's the time.
(crowd): What does she mean? She must mean... What's that?
(gasps)
(mathilda): I did not earn it.
I do not deserve it and I don't want it.
It is the hunger for this
That turns man against man
And it should have no dominion over us.
(man): Yeah, agreed!
(overlapping chatter)
(mathilda): No! Leave it!
It means nothing.
(repeated whistles)
(crabtree): All right, that's enough! Clear out!
Please clear out! This way.
- George, no! - I'll show you how it's done.
Let's go, men!
- No, wait!
(fighting grunts)
- Do not resist! Let them arrest you!
- Get out of here!
(gunshot)
- Oh!
- Clear out! (grunts)
(gunshot) (panicked crowd)
- Miss crisp, we're getting you out of here.
George. - Sir?
- Let us pass.
- I thought you were done with all of this.
- I thought so, as well.
(tense music)
- Who shot at me?
- Well, I was hoping you might be able to tell me.
- The anarchists are my friends. - They would never betray me.
- Sometimes a million dollars
Can make people betray their friends.
- Not these people. - Uh, who might benefit from your... Demise?
- My inheritance would go to some distant family relative,
I suppose, or mr. Bently, if he found a way to keep it.
(baby crying) - susannah!
- It's never brought me much happiness.
She can keep it.
- Wait a minute.
This money's counterfeit. - What do you mean?
(shushes baby)
- This is fake.
All of it.
Miss crisp, have you had a change of heart?
- No, I took it out of the bank myself.
How could it be fake?
- I assure you, the money we released
To miss crisp was not counterfeit.
- Did you notice anything unusual
When miss crisp picked up her money?
- Oh, I am acting on behalf of miss crisp.
Her life may be in danger.
- I forgot to get her initials on the final withdrawal slip.
When I followed her out onto the street,
She was getting into an auto with a gentleman.
- What did he look like? - Strange fellow.
Tall. With an eyepatch.
- Well, that's odd. Anything else?
- This morning, miss crisp sent word to transfer
All her remaining funds to an account
At the oberle bank in switzerland.
- All of it?
Why would she do that?
- I don't know.
- Right.
Thank you.
(investigative music)
- You two seen the paper?
- No, sir.
- You think the news of an anarchist
Burning a million dollars on the street would warrant some attention.
Instead, look at this.
"city fathers in Sunday raids. Top officials thrown in jail."
I suppose sometimes, inspector,
People are more interested in scandal than news.
- They're not in the cells anymore, sir.
- That doesn't matter, now.
The story's out.
Perhaps miss cherry could write a follow-up article.
- Oh, I've called and made sure she is fired from the newspaper.
But the damage is done, nonetheless.
- Surely it's not that bad. - She outlines all of it.
The raids, the deportations out of toronto.
She even wrote about watts!
- Well, you know, inspector,
You can't stop the truth from coming out.
- All the raids and arrests stop, as of now.
Clear the rag tags out of the cells, including watts.
- Certainly, sir.
- I hold you accountable for this, crabtree.
(sinister music)
- I want my day in court.
- That's not forthcoming.
Watts, if you don't leave this time,
I'll have to have the lads throw you out.
- This isn't right.
(sniffling)
- At least you won't be forced to leave toronto.
- Oh, hardly a victory.
- I'm sorry.
(sniffling)
- You know why I won't get my day in court?
Because intelligent, moral people will know
That I am right and the law is wrong.
(gate creaking)
- I made the decision on my own accord.
That and the fact that the paper had already been put
To bed before I could file the anarchist story.
- I feel guilty.
- I'm a woman who knows her own mind.
It was my choice and it was the correct one.
- I should be getting home.
- How's life at the police force, george?
- Oh, bowl of cherries.
(horse neighing in distance)
(calm music)
(shouting) (grunts)
(pained grunts)
(fighting grunts)
(tense music)
(panting)
- Why did they transfer the money to switzerland?
Did mathilda request that?
- I don't believe she did.
- Well, it certainly wasn't me, if that's what you're implying.
- What are the conditions of the inheritance?
- It went to mathilda.
If anything happened to her,
It would go to her father, but he died, so...
- Where's mr. Quinton? I'd like to have a word with him.
- Mr. Quinton? Why?
- I believe he has something to do with this.
- You're a very clever man.
- Didn't I tell you he was a clever man?
- I hardly knew what was happening before they were punching me.
I did manage to get one of them right in the eye, though.
- Good for you, henry.
- Any idea who they could have been?
- I was completely blindsided.
- You!
- What do you want?
- Uh, recognize me? I gave you that last night.
- I don't think so. I caught my wife
With a fellow last night-- - cut it! I know it was you.
- Was it edwards? Did edwards tell you to rough up higgins here?
- Tell us now. - Tell us the truth,
Maybe I won't share this with the rest of the station house.
- I didn't want to.
Edwards made us.
- Higgins, this has gone on long enough.
Come with me.
(classical music playing in background)
- Excuse us. Mr. Banks. A moment of your time?
(sighs) - make this quick, gentlemen.
My duck's about to be brought out.
- It's about inspector edwards.
- I didn't think everyone at station house 4 would have
Such a problem with inspector edwards, to be honest.
- All we do there now is arrest anyone who doesn't conform
To the inspector's idea of what constitutes moral behaviour.
- Well said, henry. - Edwards's highest concern is
The safety of the people of toronto.
- We have a constable who's willing to testify
That edwards set men onto us last night,
Had us beaten as some sort of warning.
What that has to do with the safety
Of the people of toronto, I'll never know. - Edwards is a good man.
This looks like petty constabulary infighting.
I have no time for it. Where is that waiter?
- How can a man claim
He despises immorality when he himself indulges in it?
- That's quite enough. - And speaking of indulging
In immorality-- - do you mind?
(sighs)
- Speaking of indulging in immorality,
You might want to consider those who benefit from it.
- Yeah, henry, that's an excellent...
Have you changed your diet or something? Had more coffee? - No.
- Have you begun to read?
- What do you mean, "those who benefit"?
- Well, I'll wager that you know
People who own gambling parlours,
Vaudeville revues, even brothels.
- That's right. I imagine their profit stream will dry up rather quickly.
And they'll know you were the man who turned off the tap.
- Mr. Quinton, put down that weapon!
- I don't think he has any intention of doing that.
(bently): Can someone please tell me what's going on here?
(tense music)
- How did you injure your eye, sir?
- It took you a little longer than I thought.
- Mr. Quinton wasn't hired by the late mr. Crisp.
- He is mr. Crisp, mathilda's father.
- Very good.
- You would kill your own daughter
For her inheritance?
- All the money was her mother's.
My wife hated me, so she left it all to mathilda.
- Well, now, mathilda is safe,
Where you can't harm her.
- Good work, mr. Murdoch.
- Julia? Miss crisp?
- Well, you've worked it all out.
Except for one thing. Hm.
It's disappointing. - Isn't it?
I thought we'd been rumbled.
But you missed something, murdoch.
You two are obviously working together.
- Why? Why set this all of this up?
- Mathilda still has the money.
There's no need for this!
- Not everything's about money, you grubby little man.
- That's right, papa.
- What about the anarchists?
And the gunshot at the money burning?
- All for fun.
All to see if you could figure out what was really happening.
- Why?
- Well, you and your husband's exploits are legendary.
We wanted to see if you were up for the task.
- What task?
- Oh, you'll find out soon enough.
- I don't know what sort of game
The two of you are playing,
But I can assure you we want no part of it.
- Game? Oh, this isn't a game.
- Just let us go.
(bently): I've had enough of this.
Goodbye.
- That's fine, mr. Bently.
Your services are no longer required.
(electrocution)
(grunts)
I suppose I forgot to readjust the voltage.
- Hm.
(dramatic music)
- They look serious.
- Maybe our chat with banks
Actually made a difference. (sighs)
- I'll get right to it. It's becoming increasingly clear, edwards,
That you are unfit for this position.
- You said I was doing an excellent job cleaning up the streets.
- You carry on the way you've been going,
You'll have emptied out half of toronto.
- But, sir! - That's enough.
You're dismissed, edwards.
Clean out your desk.
Constable crabtree.
I've been asking around about you.
- You have, sir? - Yes. And I've learned
You are an intelligent constable
With a good head on your shoulders.
- I try.
- This station house needs a new interim inspector.
I've been speaking to the chief constable
And we are in agreement that,
Given the circumstances, the position, if you want it, is yours.
- Mine? - You will begin immediately.
- Well, what exactly do I get out of this?
- You get to arrest him for assault.
- Hmm.
- Llewelyn.
You're out of jail.
- Indeed.
And it appears inspector edwards has been deposed.
- Oh. Perhaps life will get back to normal.
- Mm.
Miss hart, before dr. Ogden took you on,
You were a vital amine supplier, were you not?
- Amongst other things, yes. - Yes.
You put that solution in my water?
- I...
- Please, don't lie to me.
- I didn't want you to starve.
- Yes. What I do is my decision.
- Well, it was a foolish one.
I shouldn't have tricked you and I'm sorry.
But making yourself ill or worse for your cause won't help.
- Couldn't just go quietly. I had to take a stand.
- But starving yourself in a jail cell won't get your message out.
Your voice is what matters.
You need to keep yourself alive to use it.
(soft music)
- You've got a point.
And I could dearly use a meal.
Will you join me? - Of course.
(grunting) - please, we have a child at home.
- As long as you cooperate, your child will remain safe.
- Answer me a question, detective murdoch.
What just happened here?
- The two of you orchestrated this entire thing:
The abduction, the flirtation with the anarchists,
The transfer to switzerland...
All clues for us to find.
- Very good.
- I ask you again: Why?
- There's something we need you to do.
And we need people who possess your cleverness
To accomplish it.
- And if we don't?
- Then, your daughter is an orphan.
- No, you... You can't-- - no!
(electric shock) (gasps)
- You'll be needing your rest.
(overlapping chatter in background)
(watts): You wanted to talk to me?
- Yes, I did.
- Day off, george?
- Uh, no, new job.
I'm currently the inspector of station house 4.
(mocking laugh)
- Ah, very good.
Oh! - Well, don't be so surprised.
In any case, I thought my first crack at official business
As inspector would be to offer you your job back.
- Despite who I am.
- No, watts, because of who you are.
(soft music)
- Then, I will take it.
- Excellent, then.
Ah, well, I hate to be brief,
But there's somebody else I need to speak to.
- Anything I should get started on, inspector?
- There is, in fact.
I almost forgot.
- Oh.
Hmm.
(knocking on door) (crabtree): Sir?
(door opening)
(door closing) sir?
Oh, bethany. - Constable.
- Ah, it's not constable, actually.
It's, uh...
Well, it's not important.
Are the doctor or the detective about?
- Uh, no. And they won't be for some time, it appears.
- What do you mean?
- Well, they plan on being away for a while.
They've left me with instructions to care for susannah until their return.
(murdoch): Bethany, julia and I will be travelling
For the next month.
Please take good care of susannah.
There are ample funds in my desk drawer.
(suspicious music)
- It's not him.
- What?
- "take care of my child, there's money in the drawer"?
The detective didn't write this, it's not his handwriting.
- Good lord.
- Where do you think they are?
(tense music)
(sighs)
(gasps)
- Where are we?
- I don't know.
- Are we moving?
(screaming): Help! Help!
- Julia, julia, save your strength.
My guess is whoever put us
In here doesn't care much to help us.
- Is the inspector there?
Uh, thomas! Is your nephew thomas there?
Right. Can you tell him that george crabtree called.
It's very important. Tell him
The detective and his wife have gone missing.
I don't know where they are. I need his help.
Thank you.
(tense music)