- There were times I thought this day would never come.
- A hospital for women, run by women.
It's a dream come true.
- Now we just need to make sure the donations keep coming in.
- Is that why you invited a reporter
on today's donor tour?
- Yes. She's a friend, Miss Cherry.
But her paper has quite the readership.
- I hope they have deep pockets.
It will cost a pretty penny to keep these doors open.
- Running a hospital is costly.
- Dr. Forbes.
This is a surprise.
- Oh, a pleasant one, I hope.
I'm keen to see your new facility.
- You've certainly chosen a convenient time to visit.
- Do you mean because the city's wealthiest philanthropists
will be here any minute?
Hmm. Yes. Lucky on my part, isn't it?
Oh. Speaking of which.
Mr. Warrington!
- Ah. Dr. Forbes. Hello.
- Lovely to see you.
- Are you joining our little tour today?
- Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Shall we?
Well, well, well.
- Patients are often nervous to come to hospital.
We wanted to ease those nerves as much as possible
by creating a pleasing environment.
- Not how I'd choose to spend precious dollars.
- And why is that?
- As chief surgeon of Toronto Mercy,
what matters to me most is health.
- Would you not agree that the nervous system
is a part of a person's health, Dr. Forbes?
- Oh...
- It hurts to breathe?
- Pain.
- How long have you been having this pain?
- Uh... few week.
Uh, more bad...
he-he-here.
- I see. Um...
Nurse Sullivan, please take, uh...?
- Pullia. Mrs. Alda Pullia.
- Take Mrs. Pullia into triage.
Start her on supplemental oxygen
and have a chest X-ray taken, as well.
Thank you, dottore.
- Now, where were we?
- Uh, supplemental oxygen?
- Yes. It's a relatively new treatment.
- And a revolutionary one.
I've been reading Haldane's recent works.
- Is Toronto Mercy
making use of supplemental oxygen, Dr. Forbes?
- Well, we're considering--
- I believe Women's College Hospital is the only
local facility to put oxygen therapy into practice.
Now, shall we continue on the tour?
- Hmm.
- Nurses assess patients by asking questions
and taking vital signs.
This is how we decide on the initial course of treatment.
- How much does all of this cost?
- Medicine is an expensive pursuit.
We will need ongoing funds to continue operating.
- This is an impressive set-up.
But... and forgive me for being blunt,
I doubt many women have the constitution
to practice medicine.
- Uh, we had more applicants than jobs to offer.
- Hmm. - Do our nurses look
like they lack the constitution for the work?
Nurse Sanders!
- Seems this young woman has provided the answer.
- This is not the time for snide comments.
Tillie!
Are you all right, Tillie?
- Thank you.
I feel so silly.
- There's nothing to feel silly about.
- I hope I didn't make the new hospital look bad.
- I'm more concerned with your health right now.
I think you should take the rest of the day off.
- No, I'm fine.
I have low blood pressure.
Sometimes makes me lightheaded,
but I feel better already.
- Are you sure?
- I am.
- All right.
I suppose I should get back
to the tour before Dr. Forbes
convinces everyone that we needn't exist.
- Before you do,
I think there might be something more at play.
- What do you mean?
- I noticed the smell of ammonia earlier by the sink.
Nearly made me swoon.
- Ammonia. Was it sewer gas?
- There were men working on the plumbing yesterday.
- A toxic gas is the last thing we need today.
Take the tour to the operating theatre.
I need to get to the bottom of this.
- Big day today, sir.
- Is that right?
- Doesn't Dr. Ogden's new hospital open today?
- Ah! Indeed, it does.
- Are you and the missus going to celebrate?
- We haven't discussed it.
Julia has been so busy,
I suspect celebrations are the last thing on her mind.
- You're right. I'm sorry, dear.
I'll take you out tonight.
Anywhere you want to go.
Right.
- Trouble in newlywed paradise?
- Honestly, who ever heard of a four-month anniversary?
Do women expect celebrations for every occasion under the sun?
- Uh, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen,
I believe I have a lunch reservation to make.
- Well, the plumbers say it's not sewer gas.
- That's a relief.
- Where have you been, Dr. Ogden?
- Oh! Seeing to some paperwork.
- But you've just come from the basement.
- That's right.
- Doesn't seem like a place you'd see to paperwork.
Is there some sort of problem, doctor?
- Not at all.
Now, I'd like for you to meet some of our patients. Shall we?
These curtains are designed to give our patients
some privacy, even in a shared room.
Hello, Miss Mendez.
How's your leg feeling today?
- Much better, thank you. But, uh--
Oh!
- I think I'm allergic to the paste.
- Oh, I understand.
It is awfully sour-smelling.
Hello, Nancy.
This is Mrs. Porter.
She's been a patient of mine for many years.
- And she feels as though she's been pregnant forever.
- You're here to deliver your baby?
- Eventually.
- I've placed Mrs. Porter on strict bed rest.
- And why's that?
- She has preeclampsia.
It's a condition that can be quite serious
for mother and the baby.
She needs to be monitored very closely.
- What she needs is for this kid to be born already.
Just another few weeks.
- Still has a fever of 101 and her nausea hasn't subsided.
- I see. Well, continue with fluids
and give her another dose of the ginger tonic.
- Right away.
- And here is our newest patient.
- Nurse, wh-what is the meaning of all this equipment?
- It's doctor, and-and you are?
- Pietro Pullia. I must take my mother home.
- Oh, well, I wouldn't advise that.
- Why not? She's been making do with these home remedies
up until now, so-- - Be that as it may--
- I'll have you home in no time.
Dr. Forbes?
What are you doing?
- Simply giving Mrs. Porter
the calming tonic she clearly needs.
- Well, I decide what treatments my patients need,
thank you very much.
- Come now, Dr. Ogden.
- Two years ago we disagreed on how to treat a patient
and you saw fit to dismiss me from my job.
- As was my right, as your supervisor.
- Yes, but now you're in my hospital
where I am in charge.
Please stay away from the patients.
- Is there a problem?
We...
Mr. Warrington?
- Mr. Warrington! - Are you all right?
- My head.
It's pounding.
- Dr. Ogden, come quickly!
- Go. I'll take care of this.
- Did she collapse again?
- I thought so at first, but she's not breathing.
- I can't find a pulse.
Still nothing.
She's gone.
- Oh, dear God. Poor Tillie.
- Mr. Warrington's has just fallen ill as well.
- What happened?
- I-I don't know. He just collapsed!
- Do you think the two illnesses are related?
- Well, it's plausible,
but wha-what could be the answer?
- I've given ol' Warrington some tonic
and he's feeling-- Oh. Oh, dear.
- Dr. Forbes, please let me see that bottle.
- Is now really the time, Dr. Ogden?
What exactly
does this consist of?
- Alcohol and laudanum, mostly.
Why are you so interested?
We've had our differences,
but you must know I take my oath to do no harm very seriously.
- Well? - It has no scent.
- Which means it's not responsible for the odour
I noticed after Tillie first fainted.
- As much as I'd like a simple answer,
I find it hard to believe that Dr. Forbes
would intentionally make Mr. Warrington ill.
- Julia, I--
- Goodness, has someone died?
- Please, Louise, we just need a moment.
- I only came to tell you that two other people
have fallen ill. - That's four people now.
And without another explanation at hand...
I hate to even think it, but...
- What's going on?
Spit it out.
- Thank you all for your patience.
Given everything that has happened,
I am enacting a quarantine.
There may be an infectious virus spreading in the hospital.
We are putting measures into place to keep you safe,
including the masks being distributed--
- As the most experienced physician on the premises,
I think this is all a little bit much.
- And why is that, Dr. Forbes?
- The nurse was-- - Her name was Tillie Sanders.
- Miss Sanders was weak
and Warrington is elderly,
as were the other two.
There's simply no need-- - This is not up for debate.
All but our staff will be contained to individual rooms
and no one is permitted to leave the hospital.
- How long is this quarantine going to last?
- Until we are certain it is safe to lift it.
- This is absurd. I'm leaving.
Anyone who wants to, follow me.
- You'll have no luck, Dr. Forbes!
- Stop!
- Let me pass.
- I'm afraid not.
Return inside or face legal consequences
for breaking the Public Health Act.
- Oh, for heaven's sake.
- A constable is to remain here at all times
to ensure no one tries to cross this barricade.
- I'd hoped a barricade would prove unnecessary.
Thank you for coming so quickly, William.
- Happy to help.
Speaking of which, I should probably come inside.
- Absolutely not.
I won't have us both in danger.
We must consider Susannah.
- You must consider your safety, as well.
- I promise. I'm taking every precaution necessary.
Now, I really must go.
I love you.
I will call again.
- Now, hold there, gentlemen.
- We need to get inside.
- I'm afraid that's not possible right now.
- I don't know. Looks possible to me.
Hey!
Okay!
No need for violence.
- What's going on in there?
- The hospital is under quarantine until further notice.
- Is that so?
We'll see about that.
- George...
Follow those two. Find out who they are
and what they're up to.
- Sir?
- They could be trouble.
And given all that's going on inside,
the last thing we need is another problem.
- Right.
- So we'll need to watch both ends of the building.
- Thank you.
- No one in or out.
- I'm here at Dr. Ogden's request.
- And I'm here at Detective Murdoch's request.
You want in, talk to him.
- Ah, Detective.
- Miss Hart. It-it's all right, Constable Tucker.
She's allowed to come inside.
- I'm here to perform the postmortem
on the nurse who died.
- Do be careful, Miss Hart,
and please ask Dr. Ogden to do the same.
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm afraid I don't know much more than when we spoke
on the telephone. And now eight people are ill.
- All with the same symptoms?
Headaches, nausea, lightheadedness?
- We're also seeing spasms and apnea.
- That's an unusual combination.
- It excludes most obvious diagnoses,
especially when you consider the rapid onset.
- Could it be a new strain of influenza?
Possibly.
I'm hoping the postmortem on Nurse Sanders
will tell us for certain.
- I'll get right to it.
- I need your help.
- Is it the patients?
- No, everyone is stable.
It's Dr. Forbes.
He keeps trying to treat patients.
- Oh...
Dr. Forbes, have I not made things clear enough--?
- Now, now Dr. Ogden! - Stop!
Not only are you treating patients whose histories
you know nothing about,
you're doing it without any protection!
- Masks scare patients.
And besides, they're so uncomfortable.
- Oh, dear...
- This is not-- - Be that as it may--
- ...another cholera epidemic, okay? I--
I... ah!
Ah!
- My head!
Ah!
Oh!
Oh, oh!
I must've caught this bloody virus.
- Yes, evidently so.
Come, sit down.
We will put you in a bed and keep you under observation.
But first, I'm going to need a list of everyone
you've crossed paths with.
Let's hope your case is not as serious
as Nurse Sanders' was.
I'll get you some water.
- I can't give you that information.
- But if my article is going to be accurate, I--
Julia! Thank goodness.
I have so many questions.
- As do I. Namely, what are you doing out of your room?
- My job, of course.
Have you diagnosed the mysterious illness yet?
- As soon as we have information to share, we will.
- Well, perhaps I could stay as some sort of fly on the wall?
- Louise, this is a medical emergency,
not fodder for your newspaper!
Now, how are our patients?
- Stable, though Mr. Warrington
is still having periods of apnea.
- Increase his supplemental oxygen and have Nurse Billing
stay by his side.
Given his age, I don't want to take any chances.
- Of course. Have there been any other reports of illness?
- Just Dr. Forbes.
- Forbes? Huh.
I can't say I'm surprised.
Perhaps now he'll keep to his room.
- Yes, I think we can be certain of that.
Uh, Miss Hart. Have you finished the postmortem?
- I have.
There's no indication of an infectious disease.
- How odd.
- Were you able to determine cause of death?
- No, although the muscles of her heart were very weak.
It could explain why she succumbed so quickly.
- Except that we're no closer to discovering
what this illness is and where it originated.
- I did make a list of all the people
Tillie came into contact with before...
before she died, like you asked.
- Yes. I asked Dr. Forbes to do the same.
Perhaps, taken together,
they may help us to get to the bottom of things.
- Sir!
Have you heard from Dr. Ogden?
- Not as yet, I'm afraid.
- I assume your celebratory lunch is off.
- Well, that's the least of my concerns at this moment.
- You know, sir, I didn't consider until today
just how being a doctor is much like being a detective.
- How so?
- Well, it seems to me that Dr. Ogden
has a-a medicinal mystery on her hands.
- And what of our mystery?
The two men from earlier.
- Oh, sir, yes.
I followed them to a bar,
a rather rough-and-tumble spot on Dundas and George.
Given the neighbourhood, I assumed Station House One
might have some information on them.
- It appears as though they did.
- They did indeed, sir.
The long and short of it is that they're members
of a new gang, the Seaton Syndicate.
This chap is their rumoured leader.
- This man, George?
This is Fabrizio Pullia.
He's a member of the Black Hand.
- The Black Hand, sir. Are you sure?
- Well, yes. We crossed paths last year when I was poisoned.
- Could the two groups be linked somehow?
- Whether or not that's the case, George,
this man is very dangerous.
- So, why would a gang leader
want so badly to get into a hospital?
- I don't know, George.
But if those men return,
we need to be ready.
- This doesn't make sense.
Mrs. Pullia doesn't share any of the symptoms
with those who are ill.
- Perhaps she's an asymptomatic carrier, like Typhoid Mary.
- She could've been infecting people across the city
without knowing. - Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.
Let's perform a blood analysis to confirm.
Hello?
- Julia, I'm glad I reached you.
Is everything all right in there?
- Ah, I wouldn't go that far.
But I believe we've identified the source of the illness.
- Oh. Very good.
- Yes. Now we just need to discover
what illness Mrs. Pullia has.
- Did you say Pullia?
- Yes, that's right.
What's wrong?
- Uh...
Julia, y-your patient may be the reason
for some tension out here at the barricade.
- How so?
- Men working for Fabrizio Pullia,
an organized crime boss,
wanted in.
Perhaps your patient is his wife?
- Well, more likely his mother. She's quite elderly.
What's odd is her other son, Pietro?
He's been quite keen to get her out of the hospital.
- Julia, Pietro is also part of the gang.
I need to come inside to get to the bottom of this.
- No, William. He's shown no sign of being dangerous.
Unless you have hard evidence suggesting otherwise,
nothing has changed.
- You are a stubborn woman, Julia.
- Especially when protecting those I love.
- All right.
But telephone me the moment you so much as get
a bad feeling from this Pietro Pullia.
- I will.
- Okay, come on, Mama. Just a sip. Just a sip!
Come on. Just one little sip.
- We need to keep the hood closed.
- Oh, but she needs to drink. This is her favourite tea.
- Mr. Pullia, not now!
And you really ought to have a mask on for your own safety.
- Ah, I've just been here with my mother
since this quarantine began.
- And you don't feel sick?
- No. Why?
- We believe that your mother is the source of the illness
that is befalling people.
- That's not possible.
- It is unusual, considering that she doesn't
have any of the same symptoms.
We're going to draw some blood to confirm our theory.
- What is that smell? It's like ammonia or something.
- It's just like when Tillie fainted.
- My head. My throat. It's burning all of a sudden.
- The odour is coming from her blood.
- It's not a virus making people sick,
it's Mrs. Pullia herself!
- First we're locked in, and now we're being pushed out.
- Thank you all for your patience.
I know this isn't how you expected the tour to go.
- Dr. Ogden has a gift for understatement.
Well, despite
the inconvenience, you all have seen
how prepared the hospital is to handle an emergency.
- The unfounded fear of one, at least.
Shall we leave while we can?
- Actually, Dr. Forbes,
I'd prefer you stayed under observation.
- Hmm. I think not, Dr. Ogden.
- Well, thank you all for coming.
I hope we can count on your continuing s-support.
What a disaster.
- Not necessarily.
- Miss Cherry.
Why do you say that?
- Because I'm still here reporting.
Your toxic patient is an even juicier story
than the quarantine.
- Louise, it is very dangerous for you to be here.
You could be exposed.
- I'm willing to risk it.
Well, I-I'm not--
- Julia, may I be frank?
- When are you not?
- After today, my reporting on your patient
is the only positive news the public will receive
about the women's hospital.
Assuming you can successfully treat her, that is.
- I don't see how my mother's blood
is responsible for all this.
- A variety of bacteria, fungi,
and even viruses can poison blood.
- What's uncommon... unheard of, in fact,
is vapours from that blood making other people ill.
- Must have something to do with this place,
'cause hospitals are always making people sick.
- Yes, we are trying to make her well,
but to do that, we need your help.
- What kind of help?
- Your mother came in complaining of pain
when she breathed. Had anything else been bothering her?
- I don't know.
- Does she take any medicines?
- I'm not sure.
- Well, you mentioned home remedies earlier?
- Did I?
- Yes. In fact, you tried to give her some sort of tea.
- Oh, no. That was nothing. It's nothing.
William.
- I know we'd agreed that I would remain outside,
but given that you've lifted the quarantine...
- It's fine.
Truthfully, I'm amazed you waited this long.
Actually, you have good timing.
I think that Pietro Pullia
may be giving something to his mother to make her ill.
- Oh?
Well, if that's the case,
then perhaps Fabrizio's men
wanted inside the hospital to stop him.
- He has this bag, apparently full of home remedies.
I'd love to get a look inside of it.
- Given his association with the Seaton Syndicate,
we'd be wise not to tip him off to our intentions.
- Agreed.
Do you have any idea how?
- As a matter of fact, I believe I do.
- Excuse me.
I was told the quarantine was over.
- But people still aren't allowed inside.
- Look, I need in there.
It's important, you understand? - Can't help you.
I'm going to find a way in there
with or without your help.
I'd prefer with your help.
- Think he's tempted, boss.
- I'm gonna tempt you if you don't shut it, idiota.
Would have saved me time if you would've thought of this.
Just go ahead, take it.
Take it, take it.
- Unmanned side entrance.
Door's locked, but I have a feeling
you could find a way around that.
- Ah, good man.
And just so's you know,
there's a lot more where that came from
for a cop who can give me a hand if I need it.
- Excuse me, Mr. Pullia. Would you come with me a moment?
I need to take your blood to make sure
you don't have the same toxicity as your mother.
- Can't we just do that here?
- I'm afraid not. It won't take long.
- Very well.
Is this a police case now?
- Miss Cherry. Now is not a good time.
- Mm. Typical police response to a question from the press.
- That's not... Never mind.
- That's fine. I'm used to it.
I'll just take the opportunity to gather evidence of my own.
The blood!
- I sincerely hope you haven't...
Is that vial cracked?!
Help!
Help! We need help here!
- This is the most serious reaction
we've seen since Tillie.
- The effect was immediate,
the moment the blood reached the air.
- Louise, what happened?
- A vial of Mrs. Pullia's blood shattered.
- A vial--? How did that happen?
- I took all the vials
to the laboratory to be analyzed.
- It was me.
- What? - I...
I took the blood from the lab for...
to be tested for my-my story.
- Louise.
Will she be all right?
- I don't know. But she needs oxygen.
Take Pietro's remedies to Miss Hart.
We need to find out what is making Mrs. Pullia's
blood toxic. It may be the only way to help Louise.
- As I thought. Magnesium hydroxide,
a simple antacid.
- The leaves have serrated edges.
Nettles, perhaps?
- Taste it to be sure.
- You can't be serious.
- It's the fastest way to confirm.
Oil of oregano. Non-toxic.
- Nettles it is.
- I feel like we're searching for a needle in a haystack.
- And the only way to find one is to scrutinize every stalk.
- The oxygen isn't helping.
- Her heart is racing.
- And her capillary refill isn't improving.
I hate to think this is what Nurse Sanders went through.
- As do I.
But we have a chance to help Louise
the way we couldn't help Tillie.
Severe swelling in her larynx.
She needs to be intubated.
- Oh!
How strange.
- What's strange?
- This.
Some of it spilled on my hand and a...
garlic taste appeared on my tongue.
See for yourself.
- Oh, that is strange.
Yet familiar.
- How on earth is that familiar to you?
- I spent some time logging,
and I recall coming across a chemical solvent
with similar properties.
Di...
Here it is:
Dimethyl sulfoxide.
It's a chemical byproduct in the production of paper.
- Who would use such a thing as a home remedy?
Dr. Ogden. How's Louise?
- She's stable, but very ill.
Any luck isolating the toxin?
- We've found an unusual substance
in Pietro's home remedies.
- Dimethyl sulfoxide.
- I've never heard of it.
- Perhaps because it isn't used in medicine.
It's a chemical solvent.
- So Pietro is poisoning his mother?
- Possibly, but according to this,
it would take a significant amount to be toxic, so...
- Well, there's no telling how long Mrs. Pullia's
been using it.
- I believe it's time we have another chat with Pietro Pullia.
- All right, Tucker. I'll take over from here.
- Perfect timing.
I'm taking Alice to Chez Ranier
to make up for missing our four-month anniversary.
- Chez Ranier? On your salary?
- Good with money.
- Hurry up, before I hit you over the head with that thing.
- Sorry, boss.
- Poison my mother? No, I would never.
- Then how do you explain us finding
a potentially deadly chemical in your bag of home remedies?
- What are you talking about?
- This. Does it jog your memory?
- That's just pain cream.
- That's dimethyl sulfoxide.
- Well, whatever it's called, it's not poison.
My father, rest his soul,
he swore by it for aches and pains.
- And you've been using this on your mother?
- For stomach aches, yes.
- Stomach aches?
She didn't mention that, just trouble breathing.
- Wh-What is it? What do you feel?
There's a large mass.
It mustn't have been visible on the X-ray.
Why on earth didn't you bring her here earlier?
- My brother wouldn't let me.
He has a terrible temper and I was worried
what he would do if I didn't listen.
- We're about to find out.
Get away from my mother.
Now.
I said get away mother.
- Mr. Pullia, put down the weapon and let her go.
- Detective,
figured you were dead after our last run-in.
- I suppose I'm a difficult man to kill.
- Shame not everyone's so lucky.
Oh, please. Please.
- Relax. Relax.
- Now, nobody's going to get hurt
as long as I can take my mother out of here.
- I don't think we should, Fab.
- Shut up!
Should never have brought her here in the first place.
- The doctor's found something in Mama's stomach.
- Also, something in her blood is making other people very ill.
- I don't give a damn about that, but wh-what...
What does he mean, you found something in her stomach?
- It's some kind of growth. I couldn't say what.
- A growth?
Well, you gotta take it out.
Now.
- What makes you think we intend to do anything
you ask, Mr. Pullia?
- This.
- Operating on your mother is not safe.
Not for me, not for her. She is very ill.
- I'm not asking.
I'm telling.
- You're certain this protective equipment will keep you safe?
- Yes. The blood fumes will not be able to penetrate.
- Let's get on with it already.
- We'll be able to begin when you've both stepped out.
- I don't think so, sweetheart.
- The moment she makes an incision,
the room will be filled with toxic gas.
- I got a mask. I'll be fine.
I'm not leaving her alone with my mother.
- And I'm not leaving you alone with my wife.
- William, you must.
It's imperative that you find out
what is making Mrs. Pullia's blood toxic.
- Miss Hart is already underway.
- She needs your help, William.
- If you so much-- - Like I said,
no one's getting hurt
as long as I walk out of this place with my mother.
Now go.
- Sir, McNabb relayed your message.
I heard Louise Cherry has fallen ill.
- Seriously so.
Uh, George, a great deal has occurred since we last spoke.
- I'd say. What can I do?
- Right. The moment Dr. Ogden has finished operating,
you are to disarm Fabrizio Pullia
and take him into custody.
- Sir, are you saying Fabrizio Pullia
is with Dr. Ogden in the operating room
and he's armed? - Unfortunately, I am.
Yes. I would prefer to remain here
and arrest him myself,
but Miss Hart needs my assistance.
- I'll see to it, sir. Best of luck.
- Be careful.
- My hand would be much steadier if you'd lower that gun.
You had to have known your mother was ill.
Why were you so against seeking treatment?
- That's none of your business.
- Pietro...
Pietro told me about your father's work injuries.
Did something happen?
- He died, that's what happened.
Went into a hospital one day, and never came out.
I was eleven. - Oh, no...
- I don't need your pity, Doc. Just fix my mother.
- I don't think that's possible.
- Have I not been clear?
- The mass is pressing against your mother's lungs.
That's why she was having trouble breathing.
I don't think there's a way to safely excise the tumour.
- Try.
- According to a friend who works in the North,
dimethyl sulfoxide is sometimes used
by millworkers to relieve inflammation.
- Pietro was telling the truth.
Is it possible the dimethyl sulfoxide
is interacting with another of the home remedies
to make Mrs. Pullia's blood toxic?
- It's certainly worth checking.
- Well?
- It's as I suspected. There's nothing I can do.
- You can try again.
- What I can do is make your mother comfortable
in her last days.
- Last days?
You mean...?
- She won't live much longer.
But if I stop this surgery now,
there'll be time for you and your brother
to say a proper goodbye.
- We must be missing something.
- Could the supplemental oxygen
be related to Mrs. Pullia's blood toxicity?
According to her chart,
it's the only treatment she's had.
- I suppose it's possible.
- Julia, thank goodness you're all right.
Fabrizio Pullia was taken into custody without incident?
- No, but George has confiscated his gun.
- I was very clear with him!
- So I gather, but I've promised Mr. Pullia
that he can sit with his mother until she passes.
- You couldn't remove the tumour?
- It was left untreated for far too long.
But the surgery wasn't fruitless.
I found something that may be helpful.
Take a look.
Do you see the crystals?
They formed in Mrs. Pullia's blood as it cooled.
- It's a basic structure...
Asymmetrical.
I-I believe it's dimethyl sulfone.
- What would that mean?
- Miss Hart posited that the supplemental oxygen
combined with the dimethyl sulfoxide
in her blood to create an entirely new substance.
- But an excess of dimethyl sulfone
wouldn't explain the toxicity.
- No, i-it wouldn't, but what if the dimethyl sulfone
was broken down to its constituent parts
by some sort of catabolic event?
- You would have two ethane molecules,
an oxygen molecule and a sulphur molecule.
- Plus extra oxygen molecules
because of that which she had been receiving.
- But none of those elements would cause toxicity, either.
- No, not on their own,
but if an anabolic reaction were to occur.
- A new compound would be formed.
- An anabolic reaction could be caused by anything
as simple as a change in temperature.
- Yes.
And if that's the case,
then Mrs. Pullia could have been left
with this in her blood.
- That's dimethyl sulfate.
- A highly toxic gas.
- One that could cause every single symptom
we've seen here today.
- If we're right,
what does this mean for your friend, Miss Cherry?
- It means if we begin treatment right away,
we may be able to save her life.
You ought to be resting, you know.
- That's what the nurses keep telling me.
I need to get the details down while it's still fresh in mind.
- What details? You were unconscious!
- I thought I was going to die.
It was so stupid of me to take that vial of blood.
- It was, very.
But thankfully, once we identified the toxin,
we were able to start treatment right away.
You'll be able to go home in a few days.
- Thank you, Julia.
- If you really want to thank me,
you could make explicit how it was Women's College Hospital
that brought you back from the brink.
- Well, that depends entirely
on if I get something decent to eat.
I'm absolutely famished.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Arrivederci, Mamma.
What are you doing here?
- My job.
- You're arresting me? I'm grieving.
- And I'm sorry for your loss.
But it doesn't change the fact
that you took people at a hospital hostage.
- I'm glad she's recovering,
but that friend of yours is driving me mad.
- Oh, she does tend to have that effect on people.
Still, we need her article to be positive.
- Mmm. Especially since Dr. Forbes is no doubt
spreading malicious gossip.
- Let him try.
I won't hear a word against your facility.
- Mr. Warrington, it's good to see you up.
You feeling better? - Much.
I've just been discharged. - Oh!
- I'm being discharged today, too.
- Your leg must be feeling very well.
- Oh, thanks to Dr. Ogden.
Isn't it wonderful to have a lady doctor?
- It is that.
I have to say, uh,
it wasn't exactly the kind of tour that I expected,
but I am very impressed with you and your staff.
Token of my appreciation.
- Oh, thank you.
I assure you, this will be put to good use.
- Oh, I've no doubt about that.
But I do wonder what challenge you plan to take on next.
- Oh, well, I think running a hospital
is challenge enough.
- For the time being, perhaps, but, uh...
you ought not to keep your gifts from the wider world, Dr. Ogden.
- Well, aren't you going to open it?
- Oh!
With money like this, we could build a new wing.
- Perhaps a cardiac unit in memory of Nurse Sanders?
- I like the sound of that.