The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s14e04 Episode Script

Help! Help me Help! No identification.
What killed him? I can't determine the cause of death until I conduct a complete postmortem.
Judging by the state of rigor, I'd hazard he's been gone four, five hours.
I concur.
Where's his hat and coat? I can only comment on the condition of the corpse, not the lack of its garments.
I was being rhetorical, Ms.
Hart.
I will do an examination and get back to you as soon as I can.
Thank you.
Well, Ms.
Hart? The cause of death was a massive heart seizure.
A heart attack? He's a young man.
In his early twenties, if I were to guess.
Was his heart weak? Was he ill? No signs of either.
But there were oddities and then there are these.
They're burns.
Electrocution marks would be my guess.
Would you agree, Miss Hart? Thank you for asking.
Yes, I would.
Those kinds of burns are consistent with electrical current running through the body.
But how did he manage to electrocute himself in the middle of a university campus? Whatever happened to him likely didn't happen where he was found.
Uh, apple, please, ma'am.
Thank you.
What? - Fruit, sir.
You you don't normally - Yes, I do.
But very, very rarely.
So, why then? Where does every daft idea come from, Murdoch? Margaret.
She says they're good for me.
It's a nuisance.
That'll do.
So, someone ran a current through him and then dumped the body? Could have been an accident.
But why dump him? Because it likely wasn't.
You free on Friday evening? - I believe so, yes.
- Good.
Why? It's a surprise.
- Oof.
I am not fond of surprises.
- Indulge me.
Well, as long as there's no hideous crime, I'll be there.
If you would like, I could drop by later today.
No, don't do that.
I'll see you on Friday.
That'll be fine.
- We should have automobiles.
- Why? A modern police station would have an automobile by now.
The Inspector thinks they're tools of the devil.
- Or a passing fancy, at the very least.
- Constable! Constable Crabtree! Ah, thank God you're here.
- What are you doing? - I have witnessed an abduction.
A child.
A baby, really.
- Are you sure? - I'm Of course I'm sure.
Follow me! - Is this the young man? - Ah! Dear, oh dear.
That's him.
That's Byron Shelby.
What happened, Detective? We don't yet know.
Oh, the poor, dear boy.
He was such a nice young fellow.
An absolute charmer.
What else can you tell me about him? He was happy, said he'd found a way to earn some money and catch up with his arrears.
Not that I minded.
He was such a good tenant, it didn't matter to me if he got a little behind with the rent.
"And I'm going to take you for meat pies, Mrs.
L.
Just you see.
" Oh I'm very sorry.
Is is there next of kin that I could notify? No.
He said he was an orphan.
Hm.
And, did he have any friends, maybe, I could speak with? He didn't have time to make many friends.
However, not too long ago, he did have a young woman.
Got a little giddy one evening and said he had a sweetheart.
Did he mention her name? He didn't say.
I don't know how serious he was.
Hm.
Byron's body was found near the university.
Was he a student there? Not full-time couldn't afford that.
I suppose he may have had some friends from his courses there.
Yes.
What was he studying? Oh.
I don't remember what it's called.
The science of the mind, he called it.
- Psychology? - Yes, that's it.
You see.
- Where's the mother? - I don't know.
I was out running errands.
The pram was sitting right here.
There was no one else around.
So, a mother just left her child in the middle of the street? It would appear so.
I don't know.
I'm not inside her head.
I'm just telling you what I saw.
All right, what did you see, exactly.
Ugh.
A man.
Rat-like.
He walked up to the pram, looked around, took the baby.
I yelled, he ran.
I ran after him, he was gone.
Then that's when I came to see you.
Anything else? The wee thing was wearing a blue dress.
Um And that's all I remember.
All right, well, I'll have a look around.
Well, good.
I would hate to see tragedy befall a little one.
I can't say I knew him really.
He was only part-time.
Did he have any friends here at the university? I shouldn't think so.
More acquaintances, like ourselves.
He was always working or studying, you see.
Apparently, Mr.
Shelby informed his landlady he was about to make some money.
Would you know anything about that? Why would we know anything about that? As for him earning money, that's a good one.
He always had his hand out asking for it.
You lent him some, you'd be lucky if you ever got it back.
Sounds like a reason to dislike him.
Surely is.
But I'm not going to hurt anyone over a dollar and a half.
Where around here would one come into money? I don't know.
He always sold newspapers, didn't he? - Extra money.
- Well, this is the department of practical sciences.
- They're always looking for subjects.
- Subjects? To perform experiments on.
They pay quite well for the indignities they perform.
Indignities? What sort of indignities? I volunteered once.
Never again, thank you.
They put some kind of monitor on my pulse and my heart and then they let off a gun right behind my head.
Bang! Scared me half to death.
- Why would they do that? - How should I know? They rarely tell you what they're after with these things.
Who would we talk to about this? Try Mr.
and Mrs.
Frankenstein.
- And who might they be? - Doctor Arthur Kingston and his wife.
They're new to the university.
Been looking for new subjects every week it seems.
Both quite mad, as far as I'm concerned.
Mad? I'm not sure I'd go quite that far.
We are committed to the pursuit of new ideas.
Sometimes that can be considered madness.
Especially in a place like Toronto.
So what can we do for you? What is it Roberta? We're busy.
I'm sorry.
I can come back later.
Arthur, don't be so rude.
Detectives, this is Roberta Haycroft, our research assistant.
Pleasure.
That's good that we've got all three of you here, then.
Do any of you know of a man by the name of Byron Shelby? - Part-time student.
- Shelby.
No.
He isn't in any of our classes.
Perhaps he was a subject in one of your experiments? - Only if he used an alias.
- An alias? Why would he do that? Some students think taking money - to be used as lab rats is unseemly.
- They're hardly lab rats.
Who knows the things that people do? Or why they do them.
That's what we are endeavouring to find out.
What are the factors that motivate a person's behaviour? That's the nature of your study? Indeed, Detective.
A pursuit that differs little from your own, I'd imagine.
And what are you currently pursuing? Right now we are studying the relative effectiveness of aversive versus positive reinforcement on memory and learning.
The praise versus punishment theory.
Exactly.
So, what's better: a pat on the head, or a kick up the backside? We don't know yet.
- Our research is not yet complete.
- Ah.
Do any of your experiments require the use of electricity? Electricity? No.
- Why? - Just something I'm pursuing.
You don't trust those two.
- I didn't say that.
- You didn't have to.
William, just pick it up and take a bite.
I don't like that.
Why? Because I appreciate uniformity.
Much better.
Would you like one? No.
You said you know Arthur and Laura Kingston? Only by reputation.
There aren't that many husband and wife teams around.
And just what is that reputation? They've only arrived just recently.
People say they're odd.
Overly obsessed with their work.
- They could say the same about us.
- Hm.
And they would be right.
Have you got something to say? - I need to talk to you.
- Well, go on.
If you want to talk to someone about what happened to Byron, talk to Skate.
Who the devil is Skate? I suppose it's what you'd call a street name.
Who knows what her real name is.
She took a lot of money off Byron.
Right! Toronto Constabulary.
Clear off, you lot, now! - What can I do for you? - Gaming's illegal.
I'll pay the fine.
Double, if you'd like.
- Bribery is more illegal.
- That so? You might want to remind some of the other coppers around here.
I have their names, if you'd like.
We're investigating the death of a young man, a Byron Shelby.
We were told you knew him.
My Lord, that's horrible.
- Nefarious, was it? - Very much so.
What can you tell us about him? - Who were his friends? - He didn't have many that I know of.
Saw him a couple of times with another man.
He worked for the university in the basement, - fixing up equipment.
- What sort of equipment? Science things.
He and Shelby quarreled, I know that.
What did they quarrel about? What men usually fight about money and women.
Shelby was always quick to borrow money when he needed it and slow to give it back.
And women? Shelby was a real masher.
Women clung to him like iron to a magnet.
The other man was quite the opposite.
- And this other man's name? - Let me think.
I heard Shelby scarfing at him once.
- He got really volcanic.
- You mean scoffing? If I meant that I would have said so.
No, no, I mean scarfing.
Shelby would laugh at him and scoff at him at the same time.
And he banished him to the Underworld.
- Back to the basement? - I suppose.
But I mean his name.
Who's that god that lives down there? - God of the underworld is - Pluto.
Very good.
That's what Shelby called him.
Pluto.
Pluto.
Thank you.
Is that a real word, scarfing? - I'm afraid so.
- Quite the brain for a street gambler.
With some knowledge of Greek mythology.
Hello? Mr.
Pluto? - What? - Are you Pluto? My name is Plato.
John Plato.
Why would you call me that? We were misinformed.
- What's in this crate? - Oh, nothing.
Spare parts, I'm taking it to the dump.
- Then you won't mind us taking a look.
- What are you doing? - What gives you the right? - We're with the Toronto Constabulary.
Well, this equipment belongs to the university.
You can't touch it without permission.
I'm afraid it's too late for that, Mr.
Plato, sir.
What is it? This machine is designed to deliver electrical shock.
Has this got something to do with the aversive reinforcement they were talking about? What can you tell us about this? I told you, it's rubbish.
I was supposed to throw it out yesterday.
Who ordered its removal? The Frankensteins.
That's the second time I've heard them called that.
Any reason? Well, they think they can control man's nature.
- They tell you that? - They'll tell anyone who'll listen.
When exactly did Dr.
Kingston order this to be removed? Day before last.
Did you hear about the boy who was killed? I did.
Did you know him? I don't know, but there's a rumour going around that it was Shelby.
That's right.
- Then I guess I knew him.
- Friend of yours? I wouldn't say that.
He was a student.
- I saw him around the building.
- You did more than that.
- The word around here is that you two fought.
- Fought? Who told you that? Well, did you fight with him or not? - Argued, maybe.
- About what? Money.
It was always money with him.
Owed half the university money.
- Including you? - Uh, no.
If anything, I tried to give him a hand up.
Had him help me out a couple of times.
Him and some friend of his.
Clear this place up a bit.
They didn't do a very good job.
Exactly.
Hence the argument.
I didn't kill him.
- We'll be taking all of this.
- Good.
Save me the trouble.
Sir? And no reports? So, nothing.
Right.
Well, thank you.
Well, oof.
What's occupying your thoughts? I had a report of a baby that had been taken.
Good Lord.
Anyone see anything? There was a witness but she wasn't able to provide much.
And no one has sounded any alarm about a child missing.
There's no distraught mother.
There's nothing.
Did you try every Station House? Yes, of course.
And this witness, are you inclined to believe her? That I don't know.
Well, why would someone lie about seeing someone steal a child? Well, it's not so much what she lied about but who she lied to.
- You two are acquainted? - Yes.
Or no.
I - I don't know.
- Hm.
Sounds to me like you could use some help with this.
Bloody scientists.
Every time we get mixed up with them it's nothing but trouble.
They're psychologists, sir.
- Hardly scientists.
- You know, if I wasn't a bigger person I might take offence to that.
Julia, I only meant that It's all right, William, I'm aware of your feelings on things you don't understand.
I've been doing some digging.
I found out a little more about the Kingstons.
- And? - There is a lot of controversy surrounding the way in which they conduct their experiments.
Apparently, some of their subjects have complained.
- What about? - That the experiments left them in a state of mental distress.
Have any of them been left in a state of death? Not so far.
But they were last employed at Temple University in Philadelphia and their contract has not been renewed.
- What happened there? - Unfortunately, the records are sealed and the university signed a nondisclosure agreement so there is no way to know the nature of their experiments.
So, they did something nasty south of the border and now they're terrorizing Toronto.
Charming.
Perhaps the Kingstons' latest experiment has gone horribly wrong.
Julia, they're both on their way in.
Perhaps you could stay and help me with the things I don't understand.
So, your witness to this abduction - is the woman you believe held you captive? - Correct.
I can see why you're disinclined to trust her.
But, it's a baby.
I mean, I have to look.
Well, I can carry on if you have - personal matters to attend to.
- No, no no.
Why would you say that? Oh, uh - With me.
- Right.
This all belongs to you, does it not? I would imagine you already know that it does.
- I don't believe we've been introduced.
- Dr.
Julia Ogden.
In what field? I'm a trained surgeon.
- But I'm also a practicing psychiatrist.
- Hm.
Never heard of you.
Well, I've heard of you two.
You have quite the reputation.
Why are we here, Detective? Because Byron Shelby was killed by electrocution.
And this device of yours is designed to deliver electrical current.
Yes, and I doubt it had anything to do with Mr.
Shelby's death.
- Why do you say that? - It cannot deliver a lethal voltage.
Nothing close to it.
It was designed only to provide a mild electric shock.
- You can test it yourself.
- I intend to.
But that raises an important question: if this device of yours is indeed harmless, then why ask John Plato to dispose of it? - Who says we did? - He did.
Yes, well, we didn't need it any longer.
- It's as simple as that.
- I don't believe it is.
I believe Byron Shelby was your patient.
And I also believe that you gave him an electrical shock so powerful that it killed him and you then disposed of his body so that no one would ever find out.
Let's go, my love.
We're done here.
I'm not.
Then you find evidence that we did something wrong.
Not just wild ravings.
It isn't the voltage that will kill you, it's the amperes.
And the amperes on this machine are controlled by this dial.
- And these deliver the shock? - That's correct.
So, do you think it could kill someone.
The voltage from a standard wall outlet is enough to kill a man if delivered all at once and for a sustained period of time.
And the only thing on this machine capping that voltage is this dial.
And that's what's turned on to administer the shock.
Indeed.
And it is turned up to increase the voltage.
The question is, is the maximum enough to kill? Turn it on.
Julia, this very likely killed someone.
Possibly, but only at the highest voltage.
At the very least, it's designed to deliver pain.
Well, put it on the lowest setting and then turn it up until I can't take any more.
- I'm not going to do that.
- Well, or I could zap you.
See how much you can take.
I have a better idea.
Thought mine was pretty good.
Is anything happening? I don't think it's going to squeal.
No.
But we will be able to tell if the flesh is burning.
- Oh, it's burning.
- Oh.
And these burn marks do match those of the victim.
Enough to kill a man, then? I'll have to run some amperage tests, but I believe this machine did kill Mr.
Shelby.
How long have you been working for the Kingstons? I've been assisting them ever since their arrival at the university last year.
They professed no knowledge of the dead man.
- Is that true? - Mm.
They did know him, didn't they? Yeah.
He was involved in one of their experiments? He was.
He was one of the subjects.
Can you describe to us the exact nature of those experiments.
They wanted to see if people responded better to a learning problem if they were punished for a mistake, or simply praised when they got it right.
Much as they described.
Miss Haycroft are you familiar with this equipment? Where did you get that? Are you familiar with this equipment? Yes.
It was used in the experiments that you're referring to.
Roberta? You can ask the doctors.
We're asking you.
Well, the subjects were there voluntarily, so I'm aware of that.
Can you please describe the nature of these experiments? The subjects would be connected to the machine and then they were to repeat a list of numbers.
If they got a number wrong, they would receive a small shock.
And the voltage was increased after every wrong answer.
Did the subjects know that the voltage would be increased each time? Yes.
They were told at the beginning of the test.
It it wasn't supposed to be dangerous.
I was I was told that it was safe.
What happened, Roberta? What happened to Mr.
Shelby? He got the answers wrong.
The voltage was increased.
Yes.
But the experiment continued.
Yes.
The shocks became greater and greater until, finally, he succumbed.
Yes.
Did you see it? - Did you watch them kill him? - You don't understand.
The Kingstons set it up, but they did not participate in the experiment.
It was me.
I was working the controls.
I was administering the shocks.
I killed him.
I killed Mr.
Shelby.
He kept getting the sequence wrong, so I was only doing what I was told.
Had you ever met - Mr.
Shelby prior to this experiment? - No.
And you were working under the instruction of the Kingstons? Yes, of course.
- Were they there? - They set it up and then they left.
Why? They said I could conduct it on my own.
That they trusted me They trusted me.
They trusted me and I ruined everything.
- Have you charged her? - No.
But she's the one who killed him.
She confessed.
She was acting under the direction of the Kingstons, which complicates things.
- Who weren't even there.
- No.
They told her precisely what to do and it resulted in a man's death.
Or she did something completely different and ended up killing him.
Who's to say if she was the only one there? Either way, she was given the authority to do what she did.
Just because your Commanding Officer tells you to shoot a man doesn't mean you didn't kill him.
No, but surely the Commanding Officer still deserves the lion's share of the culpability.
Bloody scientists.
Crackpots.
So what's your plan, Murdoch? Well, sir, the machine is dangerous.
They claim it wasn't.
If I can prove they knew the machine could kill, then they will be charged with murder.
I'm not letting the girl go.
You prove it was the Frankensteins, fine.
Otherwise, the girl's going to prison.
I just don't think fruit agrees with me.
Goldie? What are you doing here? I just happened to be nearby and I saw you come in here.
Oh, we've been here more than an hour.
Well, I wanted to give you time to finish your business before popping in.
I see.
I thought I might see if you're free for lunch.
Oh.
We're busy, at work.
Busy.
Dr.
Ogden is helping me with a case at the moment.
Oh, is that so? - Oh, how exciting - Mm-hm.
It must be so nice to have a husband and be able to share mutual pursuits.
It is.
I remember when Raymond and I I'll leave you to it.
No no bother.
I've come to accept dining alone.
I've talked to every resident in the area.
No one has reported anything.
Certainly not a rat-like man with a new baby.
Right, well, I'll tell the lads to keep searching but, until we have a sighting, we don't have much to go on.
Indeed.
Uh, well, I should be off.
- George.
- Effie.
Have you heard anything? - About what? - The missing child.
Dorothy's terribly upset.
Beside herself, really.
She's been searching all afternoon.
- Oh, has she now? - Yes.
Well, Effie, I'm not sure what else I can do.
We have no reports of a missing child, we have no witnesses - She saw what she saw, George.
- Well, it's possible that she's mistaken.
- Mistaken? - Look, I think it's admirable All I'm saying is that there is something suspicious about Miss Ernst.
- I find it hard to believe.
- Yes, I know you do.
I will keep an eye on her.
- So, you believe me? - I said I will keep an eye on her.
Constable Crabtree, I found this.
It's the same colour as the dress the child was wearing.
- Where did you find it? - The entrance to the laneway off Carlton Street.
- Let's go.
- No, no.
I can't.
- What if the child is - You stay with her.
- Oh, my gosh.
Thank you.
- Of course.
Neither my husband nor I have much to say to you.
We don't need you to say much, just answer a few questions.
Keep in mind, however, that we do know your machine killed Mr.
Shelby.
So, whatever happened, the university will not be pleased.
That's what this is all about, isn't it? You're trying to protect your work.
That's why you moved the body.
Because if it was discovered that a man died, your research would be stopped.
You've already been fired from one university.
What we know now - will end your careers.
- We weren't fired.
We left of our own accord.
And had every record of your experiments sealed.
It was simply another case of an institution impeding the progress of science.
You've never run into such a thing, Doctor? I've never done anything unethical.
I highly doubt that.
You are a surgeon and ex-psychologist sitting in on a police interview.
And you also withheld information that you are married to the detective investigating us.
What happened in Philadelphia? Did someone else fall victim to your questionable experiments? - Did someone else die? - Of course not.
Then what happened? - It was the same experiment.
- You don't have to say anything, Laura.
We've done nothing wrong.
The subjects complained.
We were "encouraged" to resign.
The subjects complained because they were hurt.
- Injured.
- No.
No one was injured.
Did you use the same machine? Yes, but that machine is safe.
I highly doubt that.
Multiple subjects in multiple cities have been injured by your experimental torture.
The subjects are not the people receiving the shocks.
We are not studying positive and negative reinforcement.
We are studying compliance.
The subject is the one administering the shock.
Why? What do you hope to learn from that? The effect of authority on ordinary individuals is barely understood.
We have discovered that only a mild suggestion from a figure of authority will crumble a man's defiance.
We didn't even have to be in the room.
Yes, the subjects complained, but not because of the experiment itself.
But because of what it revealed.
They didn't like the dark truth it exposed.
That they are weak.
That we're all weak.
The volunteers didn't know that that was also part of the study? It would ruin the objectivity of the experiment if they were warned in advance.
- We're scientists.
- I don't see how a study that uses manipulation and deceit can be considered science.
In terms of the electric shock, there was a strict limit to the amount of voltage that would be applied.
No one would be injured.
Someone was injured.
Mr.
Shelby is dead.
It makes no sense.
The fact that we've done the experiment before should prove our innocence.
We've run it a hundred times no one has been killed.
Has anyone before Roberta ever turned the dial all the way up? Aren't you listening? Yes.
Almost everyone.
You're saying when instructed to inflict pain on innocent people, almost everyone was willing to turn the knob to the maximum voltage? Almost everyone.
Man is weak, Doctor.
But that machine is safe.
Remember Thomas Edison? You think he's behind this.
I was thinking of his son.
Oh, yes, Edison Jr.
Not exactly a bright spark.
See He devised an electric chair that was meant for rest and relaxation.
Someone tampered with it.
Exactly.
Someone has done the same here.
You see this wire? It's meant to be attached to this resistor.
And it's not? Completely bypasses it, allowing for full voltage.
- So, no accident.
- Someone meant for this machine to kill.
The Frankensteins? I don't think they would sabotage their own experiment.
It would have to be someone who knew what they were doing and someone who knew this machine.
The technician.
The one who fought with Shelby.
Oy, you there.
Hold that, Murdoch.
Mr.
Plato, you're under arrest for the murder of Byron Shelby.
At least the apple was good for something, Murdoch.
- That was very good, sir.
- Well, I didn't fancy running.
You could use it.
Hello? Hello? Oh, good Lord.
Please be breathing.
Please be breathing.
Damn her.
- You can't do this, George.
- I most certainly can.
- I was just trying to help.
- I don't believe you.
What are the charges, George? Misleading a police officer.
Mischief.
I could probably come up with a dozen.
- None that will hold water.
- You're choosing her over me.
Of course I'm not.
Dorothy, please don't.
I'll have you out in a few hours.
I just want to go home.
Wasn't like this in Windsor.
George, she was simply trying to be a good citizen.
She was wrong in what she saw.
And maybe you're wrong about her.
She's not right in the head.
You You can't say that.
Why are you saying that? I was just trying to do a good deed.
You say she's not right in the head.
Why not give her a chance to prove it? I didn't do anything to that machine.
Who else would know enough about it to bypass the resistor? I don't know.
Maybe it was the Kingstons.
The Kingstons are reckless, but I very much doubt they would want someone to die during one of their experiments - if for no other reason than it would impede their research.
It wasn't me, I swear.
Why should we believe you? You fought with Shelby.
What was it about? I told you, I hired him and his friend and they did a poor job.
- That's it? - Yes.
Although that reminds me we were talking about the machine because he was supposed to be in the experiment.
Maybe he did it.
He sabotaged the machine so he would be electrocuted.
Really? I don't know! All I know is that I didn't touch the damn thing.
You said you hired Shelby and his friend.
Sure, that bunko artist.
But I don't think she's smart enough to figure out something like this.
All right, smartass, we need a word.
What? What's this about? Mr.
Shelby.
Or, more specifically, the machine that killed him.
What about it? You saw the machine before he died.
You heard about the experiment from Plato.
- Maybe.
- Something you failed to mention to us.
I answer what I'm asked.
Nothing less, nothing more.
You knew what that machine was for - and who it was going to be used on.
- So, what if I did? Huh? - Why would I want to hurt Shelby? - Why else? For money.
I already told you the one who hated Shelby was the man in the basement.
Leave me out of it.
You mentioned the two of them fought over women, - as well as money.
- Sure.
- Didn't you speak with him? - We did.
He didn't tell you.
Shelby stole his girl, then.
I guess you didn't ask the right question.
When did this happen? Can't recall.
Some months now.
- Do you know where can we find her? - No idea.
The happy couple had a fight a few weeks back.
As far as she was concerned they were sweethearts, practically engaged, but he was not so keen.
Said they were terminal.
You mean terminated.
Yeah.
That's what I said.
What's her name? It was a man's name.
Bobby that was it.
- Her name was Bobby.
- Bobby? Roberta.
Miss Roberta Haycroft.
She's been lying to us all along, sir.
She claimed she'd never met Mr.
Shelby prior to him showing up for that experiment.
- There she is.
- Miss Haycroft, a word.
I told you all I know.
I don't think so, young lady.
We can do this here, or we can arrest you and take you to the station.
You lied to us about knowing Mr.
Shelby.
The truth is the two of you were sweethearts.
That's all in the past now, isn't it? Why don't you just tell us the truth, Miss Haycroft? Save us beating around the bush.
I'm guessing that when he threw you over, you planned to get revenge.
No, not planned.
I didn't know what fate would throw in my path.
I find that hard to believe.
You knew he was going to be in that chair.
You sabotaged the machine.
And you arranged to be the test subject at the controls that day.
Promised we would marry.
As soon as he had enough money.
I gave him all I had.
I gave him myself.
When I was no longer of use to him, he tossed me aside as if I was a shirt he'd done with.
So, you knew what you were doing.
You gave him enough current to stop his heart.
You killed him.
He broke my heart.
I wanted him to feel the same pain that he caused me.
It's funny a doctor would be married to a policeman.
Is it? Why? Just thought a doctor could do a lot better.
Well, I'm quite happy with the arrangement.
Thank you for seeing me.
George thought it would be a good idea.
He was quite insistent on it, actually.
So I obliged him.
Between you and me, I'm a bit concerned about him.
About him? I I do know he has an overactive imagination.
Um, I know about these.
- Oh.
- His comic books.
His mind seems to go places most people's don't.
And, at first, I thought it was harmless, but now I fear he thinks that I'm trying to bedevil him.
He's told you about his suspicions.
He has.
He thinks I have some sort of unnatural interest in him.
He's told you that as well, I imagine.
Yeah.
Well, I would like to let you know that nothing could be further from the truth.
I am in Toronto to do a good job and to better myself.
And that is all.
I just want to make my mother proud.
Constable Crabtree believes you're pretending to be someone else.
Yeah, I I Yes.
I have heard that.
It it's mad.
He thinks I am my sister and I am I am clearly not.
- And she abducted him.
- Yeah, that's what he says.
And I wouldn't put it past her, truth be told, but now, I can't tell if what George Crabtree is saying is the truth, or is simply the product of his unhealthy imagination.
Tell me more about this sister of yours.
There's not There's not much to say.
She's a bad apple.
And and I thought you wanted me here to talk about me.
I did.
I was just interested in some context.
There is no context.
I am as plain as day.
I moved here from Windsor, Ontario to make something of myself.
And since being here, a police constable who, as luck would have it, is carrying on with my employer, believes that I am after him.
All I did was report what I thought was a crime to the police.
Something that any good citizen would, or should, do.
You believe you saw someone abduct a baby.
I did see someone abduct a baby.
Except it wasn't a real baby.
And how am I How am I supposed to know that? I am far from mad, Doctor Ogden.
Like you, I am just a woman trying to make her way in the world.
Love that we keep this a secret.
that the two of them Llewellyn, what are you doing here? I was going to ask you the same th Ooh.
Surprise.
Oh.
It was for tomorrow, - but I suppose that's done.
- I'm sorry.
- I thought - I'll let you two sort this out.
Thanks, Andrew.
I'll have you know that was the best baker in all of Toronto.
I let my imagination get away with me.
Where are you going? - Well, I thought - Sit down.
Since you've ruined the surprise we may as well have cake.
So, I suppose this means you like me.
Oh, very much.
I should not have followed you.
No, you shouldn't.
But I am flattered.
Never had anyone be jealous of me before.
To a very good year.
And more.
Now, we're talking real pieces here, right? So, we're going to want to start here to here.
That's an ideal piece.
The Kingstons will be charged with impeding an investigation.
And desecration of a corpse, I should imagine.
But no responsibility at all for the death? It was premeditated by Miss Haycroft.
Her confession is clear.
Any word on the university's reaction? Same as Philadelphia.
Their work will be suspended and the findings sealed.
Hm.
And this young woman that George was so worried about? She seems as sane as you or I.
It was likely an honest mistake.
- Julia! - Oh! How lucky of me to catch you.
Actually, I was just heading out.
I won't take no for an answer.
It's been too long since you and I have had a chance to share a drink.
- I'm sorry, Goldie - What is he doing with that banana? Don't ask.
I would love to spend some time with you, but I think it would be best if we arrange our visits in advance.
I thought we were friends.
Oh, you.
Honestly, sometimes I think the world is teetering on the brink of madness.