Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s20e06 Episode Script

1
This portable battery
should allow you to power
the motion picture camera
for upwards of 30 minutes.
- Oh.
- But more importantly,
it will leave your hands
free to adjust the image.
Excellent. Thank you, sir.
Um, just why do you need this, Henry?
Oh, I'm to be cinematographer
for the actuality film
that Ruth is making.
How fascinating.
I've seen a few of the
Lumière brothers' actualities.
What exactly is an actuality, yeah?
Oh. They're non-fiction films.
You might call them slices of life.
- People will pay to see this?
- Oh, very much so.
And just, uh, why are you so interested
in being involved, Henry?
Well, sir, I thought it would be
a good way to spend time with Ruth.
She's always so busy
filming her serials.
But I'd read The Adventures of Agnes
were coming to a conclusion.
Not if Ruthie has anything to
say about them, they're not, sir.
- Oh.
- And the actuality isn't
just a slice of life.
Uh, Ruth is attending
an event for survivors
of the Grand River train crash.
A survivor in the serials
and a survivor in real life.
People will flock to see
this finished actuality.
All right. (GRUNTS)
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
(FILM REEL WHIRRING)
(PLAYFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
- Cut!
- Great work, Ruthie.
We-we can see the menthol
stick in your handkerchief.
- We need to try again.
- Really?
I'm not sure about all
of this-this teariness.
Well, the story, as I've conceived it,
is one of tragedy, so
Mm. The tale I hired you
to tell is one of survival,
- not some tearjerker.
- Hold on a sec.
Isn't this moving picture
meant to depict real life?
- Yes.
- My thoughts exactly.
Well, if that's the case, then surely
nothing should be
conceived of in advance.
- A photograph, Miss?
- Ah. Of course.
Happy to oblige.
Oh. Is the lighting better
over there? Where are you going?
Uh, Miss Tanner!
- Miss Tanner!
- Who is she?
- May I take your photograph?
- It is Amanda Tanner.
Poor thing.
Lost her vision in the crash.
- How awful.
- Yes, that is terrible.
However, I hardly think
that makes her more
photograph-worthy than a film star.
Well, Miss Tanner has garnered attention
for her advocacy for the blind.
Mm. Sounds like a ploy to get more fame.
Are we going to be
filming anything else?
If not, I could use a snack.
Yes, we will i-in just a moment.
This is Mrs. Nora
Hoche. Another survivor.
Now, I'd like to get
footage of the two of you
arriving at the event together
as sort of a nod to sisterhood.
- Mm.
- Among survivors.
Mightn't that steal focus from moi?
Why don't we just try one, hm? Hm.
Roll.
(GASPS) Mrs. Hotche.
Hoche. And you are?
Ruth Higgins-Newsome,
film actress and one of
your-your fellow survivors.
- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.
Now let's link arms and walk this way.
Whatever this publicity stunt is,
I am most certainly not interested.
(HONKING)
- Heavens
- Are you all right?
I'm fine.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
(ELECTRIC CRACKLING)
(GRUNTING)
- Oh!
- (THUD)
- Uh cut.
- Oh.
(THEME MUSIC)
The sound, it was like
Like the poor woman was
dropped into a frying pan.
- Henry!
- And you were filming
the actuality when this happened.
- Captured the entire thing.
- Likely a cinematic first.
Oh, thanks to me.
I knew Mrs. Hoche would add
something spectacular to our project.
I'd hardly call death
by electrocution that.
Well, that's because you
lack a creative sensibility.
Huh.
We'll wait for Miss Hart to confirm,
but this will likely
be deemed accidental.
Still, I ought to attend
this evening's events.
Oh, I I-I don't think
that will be necessary, sir.
Oh, on the contrary.
The remaining survivors may
be rattled by what happened.
And perhaps the filmmakers
will want to highlight
my role in responding
to Mrs. Hoche's death?
Why would we do that?
About what Mrs. Hoche said.
Oh, I don't recall her saying anything.
Oh, she suggested that you
weren't a survivor. Uh
you were on the train
that crashed, weren't you?
I was meant to be.
But the day of the
departure, I had a very
dark premonition.
So you weren't on the train?
Oh, sweet Frank. Sweet, sweet Frank.
Sometimes I forget this is
your first moving picture.
Details like that don't really matter.
Yeah, but-but the actuality
is about having survived a train crash.
Yes, and the universe warned me
not to get on the train.
So, I did survive the crash. Hm?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
The battery means you needn't
continuously turn the crank?
Uh, it saves my arm from getting tired,
but this is still quite a lot of work.
Don't you just point the camera
where the director tells you to?
- Mr. Higgins-Newsome, please.
- Ah.
I'll leave you to it.
(GLASS CLINKING)
(REEL WHIRRING)
Thank you all for coming.
This weekend marks two years
since the Grand River train crash,
and I thought it fitting that we,
the survivors, observe the occasion.
And so we are here to drink,
to dine, and to remember
those we have lost
and how very grateful
we are to be here today.
Hear, hear!
- (GUEST): Hear, hear.
- Before festivities commence,
I thought we might share
memories of that fateful day.
(SCOFFS) Why would we want to do that?
It may help us overcome any
lingering feelings of fear and shock.
Would anyone like to share?
I think we should reconsider
the focus of this picture.
Enough of this.
Are we going to ignore the fact
that one of our own
just died in the street?
Mrs. Hoche's death was
a terrible accident.
That was no accident.
It was fate.
I beg your pardon?
We were meant to die on that train.
Every one of us.
You ask me, this is
God settling the score.
Why is everyone so focused
on looking backward?
It's fine to mark the anniversary, but
the past is the past.
I suppose we shouldn't be
surprised you feel that way.
What is that supposed to mean?
I think you know.
Don't you start on that.
- Now this is getting interesting.
- Hm.
(VEHICLE RUMBLING)
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
- Good evening, Constable Roberts.
- Miss Hart.
- Waiting for someone?
- Miss Berger.
Oh. Is she assisting you on a case?
No. I-I escort her home some evenings.
So it was as I suspected at
the cinema. You're courting.
No! No, no. No, no, no. I
It's just for her safety.
We're just friends, is all.
I see.
- Hello, Constable. Miss Hart.
- Miss Berger.
I thought I would escort you
home tonight, Miss Berger.
Thank you. It is late.
What a thoughtful colleague
you are, Constable Roberts.
Goodnight.
Hm.
Lovely night.
Nice to have some warmer weather.
Do you have any plans this evening?
None at all. Do you?
I was thinking
I'd try to finish this.
- Detective Murdoch's book.
- It's fascinating.
I'm learning a lot about police work.
- Is that right?
- Yes.
I expect it will help my
work as a morality officer.
Mrs. Hoche's death was indeed
an accident, as I suspected.
Yes, that was my report on
the electrocution, but
But?
Another survivor from
the Grand River crash
was delivered to the morgue last month,
a Hal Yost.
Interesting.
Mr. Yost's death was an
unlikely accident, as well,
involving a runaway
barrel and a manhole.
(SCOFFS)
I-Is it your belief,
then, that these deaths
may not be accidents at all?
I could be jumping to conclusions.
Or perhaps you're
simply paying attention.
(OPERA SINGING)
- So much for interesting.
- Hm.
I could do a dramatic recounting
of one of The Adventures of Agnes,
- sort of elevate the mood.
- That's a wonderful idea.
I'm quite partial to
Antarctic Agnes, myself.
- Oh.
- A stellar installment.
I'm not sure a dramatic
recounting will translate to film.
- Hm.
- (OPERA SINGING CONTINUES)
Oh, it's Detective Murdoch. Over here.
(SINGING HIGH NOTE)
(CROWD GASPING)
(GRUNTS)
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
- Mr. Creel!
- What's going on?
- (FRANK): Dear God!
- Henry, call a doctor.
Everyone stay back, please.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SQUELCHING)
Oh, it's hit the artery.
Can he be saved?
Do you still think this
isn't fate coming for us?
- The man has a point.
- Ah, I'm not so sure. Look.
The andiron, it's been shifted
out of its usual position.
Are you saying you're
thinking it's something
other than an accident?
I believe this to be murder.
(SIGHS)
(TENSE MUSIC)
What are you hoping to discover?
Why this champagne flute shattered
while all others remained intact.
Surely it was just an accident.
I don't believe so.
Uh, the etchings on
this one are different
from the club's usual stemware,
and the gauge of the crystal,
this one is much thinner.
Mm. I see. But still,
shattered glass and a shifted
andiron don't equal murder.
But consider it in the context
of Mr. Yost and Mrs. Hoche's death.
The research you asked for.
Three out-of-province survivors
of the Grand River crash
died in the past six months.
But weren't there only a
dozen survivors to begin with?
- Yes, sir.
- Crushed by a log.
Hanged by a bathtub laundry line.
Decapitated by an elevator door.
Horrifying accidents, but
accidents all the same.
I'm not sure I believe that.
Who would go to the lengths required
to kill in such outlandish ways?
A very good question, Constable.
And one we don't yet have the answer to.
Perhaps the event organizer
is the best place to start.
How dare you?
Insinuating my wife had something
to do with these terrible deaths.
(MURDOCH): I'm simply asking questions.
Chester, dear, why don't
you go pick up the flowers
for the luncheon at the garden shop?
I apologize, Detective.
My husband is protective.
A consequence of what
we've been through.
Of course.
The train crash must
have been very traumatic.
Yes, very.
So, why hold a reunion?
I thought it would be a comfort.
Chester and I have each
other, but the others,
they don't have anyone that understands
what we lived through that day.
Can you think of anyone
who would wish you
or your fellow survivors harm?
You mean other than David?
David. Mr. Woods?
He and I were married the
day before the train crash,
and we were traveling to
Detroit for our honeymoon.
I had our union annulled after
he abandoned me in the wreckage.
Oh. So, you believe
Mr. Woods holds a grudge
against you and Mr. Kent?
- Against all of us.
- Why?
I think he resents all of us survivors
for the bravery we showed that day.
- It's just awful.
- Oh, it's terrible. And
And the washer woman
said the blood may never
- come out of my dress.
- I meant about the accidents.
Oh! Yes, uh the
accidents are awful, too,
and one of them sullied my dress.
We're talking about the
same thing, Henry darling.
I've been thinking, dear.
Uh, perhaps we ought to shift the focus
of your actuality as you suggested.
I don't see why.
Well, dear, two people have died.
- You could be in danger.
- I doubt that.
It's all right to be frightened. I am.
What is there to be frightened about?
(EXPLOSION)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
- Are you all right?
- Mm.
(CROWD SCREAMING)
Mr. Kent, are you all right?
I'm fine. Got off better than you two.
(CROWD GASPING)
Oh!
Perhaps I am just the
teensiest bit alarmed by
whatever that was.
Well, this fertilizer was most certainly
the source of the explosion.
It's quite the coincidence
an explosion went off
at the same time a
sign fell on Mr. Kent.
I don't believe it was
a coincidence, Constable.
Now Mr. Kent was on his
way to this garden shop.
The explosion happened,
and it flung debris into the air.
He would have sought out shelter.
And with this being the only
awning nearby, he took cover.
The force of the explosion
caused the sign to fall?
I believe it had help.
Yes. See? Tool markings.
The links were pried open.
Someone rigged this sign to fall,
correctly assuming that Mr. Kent
would be taking shelter
from the explosion here.
Henry, are you sure you
and Ruth are all right?
Nothing that a hot
bath can't solve, sir.
Right. Constable, canvass this area.
Someone set this explosion deliberately
and I want to know who.
Right. Yes, sir.
You mean to say that you don't think
this wasn't an accident, sir?
I don't think any of these
deaths have been accidents, Henry.
Ruth should be being very careful.
Sir, I've been telling her just that.
But who would want to kill
the survivors of a train crash?
(DOOR CLOSES)
Wha-What's this all about?
You're aware that three
train crash survivors
have died in the past 24 hours,
and four others in the past six months.
That right? Awful business.
Criminal, even.
Do you mean to say someone
killed those people?
Is that why I'm here? A-Am I at risk?
I have no evidence to
suggest that at this time.
So then why am I ?
Wait.
You think I killed Chester?
And Mr. Creel and Mrs. Hoche?
Your former wife has
suggested that you resent
your fellow crash survivors.
(SIGHS) I don't. That's not
I hadn't even gotten to town
when that woman was electrocuted.
Can you prove that?
Uh, damn right I can.
I've got the train ticket right here.
(SOFT TENSE MUSIC)
And what of Chester Kent?
The man married your wife.
You have very clear motive
for wanting him dead.
What? No. No.
Chester saved Jane's life.
The man was a hero.
When the crash happened, I-I panicked.
I could only think of saving myself.
(SIGHS) I was a coward.
Chester? He ran toward
the danger to save my wife.
How could I wish harm
on someone like that?
So Mr. Woods isn't our man.
He didn't arrive in Toronto
until after Mrs. Hoche's death.
So what now?
I suppose I'll analyze the fertilizer
to see if it's been tampered with
to make it more volatile.
Constable Roberts. What have you?
Witnesses say they saw a woman
loitering by the garden
shop for a long time.
Did you get a description?
Yes, and I asked the owner of the shop.
He said it seemed like
a regular customer,
a woman studying chemistry
at the University of Toronto.
A chemistry student would know the
explosive properties of fertilizer.
We need to find this young woman.
Leave it to me.
(PHONE RINGING)
Detective Murdoch.
Yes, yes!
I'll be right there.
That was Henry.
The director of the actuality
has now been attacked.
I thought you said this was
all about the survivors, Henry.
- We thought that it was.
- Mr. Hogan, what happened?
He was pushed off a ladder, sir.
I was processing yesterday's
film in the darkroom.
Nearly fell into the development
baths and burnt my face off,
so I suppose I'm lucky
it's just a broken leg.
Does anyone else have
access to your darkroom?
I don't have my own. I use the
facilities at the university.
And you have no relation whatsoever
- to the Grand River train crash?
- Only our actuality.
All I can think is
that this is punishment
for attempting to profit from it.
It's an interesting theory.
But then
well, that means I have
twice the target on my back.
All the more reason to
stop making this film.
No. No, I will not
have my voice silenced.
Well, I'm in no condition to work.
Why? You only broke one leg.
Come on. Let me help you.
Hello, Miss Berger.
Oh, I'll just be a minute.
I'm finishing up some paperwork.
I don't mind. Take your time.
- Did you finish it?
- I did.
It's fascinating.
The way Detective Murdoch and
his wife work hand in glove?
It's, uh, quite romantic, really.
You think so? I'd imagined
you'd be against workplace romance.
Oh, I am. Completely.
But the detective and
Dr. Ogden are soulmates.
Teddy, have you been able
to locate the young lady
that was seen loitering at
the site of the explosion?
Yes. Miss Eve Hendry.
She's in the interview room.
- Very good.
- Uh, and you'll want to see this.
You were charged with sending
threatening notes to Luther Creel.
Because he told the authorities
my father caused the Grand River crash.
Your father was the engineer.
But Mr. Creel was the conductor.
He was responsible
for the train's speed.
It is his fault my father is dead
and that he took the blame.
Are you aware that Mr.
Creel was killed recently,
along with several other survivors?
Cowards, is more like.
I beg your pardon?
They saved themselves.
But did they spare a moment's
thought for anyone else?
My father might be
alive today if only
Miss Hendry, witnesses claim
they saw you checking your hair
for quite some time at
the scene of an explosion
that killed another survivor recently.
Checking my hair isn't a crime.
Not in and of itself.
But were you using a mirror, by chance?
Yes.
Hm.
And as a chemistry student,
you're aware of what could happen
if one were to use a
concave reflective surface,
such as a mirror,
onto a combustible substance.
Are you accusing me of setting
the explosion, Detective?
You had both means and motive.
And you had access to the facilities
at the university where a young man
was attacked earlier today.
No.
After I was charged last year
for writing those letters, I
I decided to put the past behind me.
I didn't do this.
What were you doing outside
of Frond's Garden Shop then?
I was waiting for a gentleman.
I was meant to go on a date.
I'll need to speak with that gentleman.
I'd like to do the same.
The cad never arrived.
Henry.
I want you to direct my actuality.
- Me?
- Mm. Well, Mr. Hogan can't direct
while he's on crutches and your
camera work is really coming along.
Oh. Well, dear, I'm still not sure
- it's a good idea to continue.
- No, that's nonsense. No.
Continuing on with
the very best constable
in the entire city as director,
that eliminates all risk.
Well, when you put it like
that. Ah. (HENRY LAUGHING)
Uh, Inspector. Uh,
perhaps we ought to do more to
protect the remaining survivors.
What do you propose?
Assign a constable to each one of them.
- I'd be with Ruthie, of course.
- Hm.
Smart thinking. I'll
make the arrangements.
Oh. Wonderful. Let's to the salon.
I'm in desperate need
of an electric bath.
Uh, dear.
Electricity in the bath?
That doesn't sound like a good idea.
Henry, there's no water in the bath.
It's a bath of light. Pure heaven.
This'll be fascinating for my
fans to see in the actuality.
- Camera!
- Oh! Ah, dear.
Ah, dear! The-The door! Oh.
Miss Hendry is to remain in
our cells for the time being.
I'll ensure she's comfortable.
Do you think she's
responsible for the murders?
It's possible. But something she said
made me wonder if there may
be other grieving families
who are angry at the survivors.
Could you do a bit of research?
Look into, uh, newspapers,
interviews from the inquest.
I would, sir, but the Inspector told me
to provide security detail
for one of the survivors.
Perhaps I could do it?
That would be very helpful,
Miss Berger. Thank you.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
(REEL WHIRRING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Cut!
Dear, the director is meant to call cut.
Oh. What are you doing here?
Mrs. Higgins-Newsome?
Yes. I'm in the middle of-of
making a-a moving picture.
I'm to take an electric bath.
Oh, but I booked the
bath several days ago.
Perhaps you didn't notice
a mistake in the booking?
Anyhoo, I really must insist.
Oh, no, that's all right. I'm happy
to have my permanent done first.
Lovely.
Henry! Follow me.
Action!
Cut!
What is it now?
Didn't realize that
you'd be revealing so much
in the actuality, Ruthie.
It is a simple bathing dress, dear.
But do people really
need to see your, uh
(DRIPPING)
What's this?
It's probably just a leaky roof.
We can't be too careful
right now. I'll see to this.
Uh-uh-uh. Set the camera
running before you go.
I will do this myself.
(REEL WHIRRING)
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
Hope you don't mind being a
de facto tour guide, Constable.
Not at all.
But I am surprised.
Aren't you frightened?
There's nothing to be scared of,
not once you've looked death in
the eye like I did during the crash.
The way I see it,
I've been on borrowed time ever since.
- How can you live like that?
- Carpe diem.
- Carpa what?
- Carpe diem.
Means seize the day.
- Constable Roberts!
- Miss Berger. Hello.
- How's the research going?
- Oh, it's thrilling.
- Really?
- You never know what secrets
are hiding in the details.
I'd best go. The library is gathering
microforms for me as we speak.
Hm.
Awfully pretty young lady.
She is.
But we're just friends.
Hm. If that's so,
it's only because you've
not yet seized the day.
Help! Help!
Someone help!
Henry, help!
Ruthie?
Oh! Henry! Thank God,
Henry! Henry, hurry!
- Ruthie, what's going on?
- Hot, hot. Very hot.
Don't worry.
I'll get you out of here.
Hurry. Henry, hurry!
Please, please, please hurry.
- I'm burning up!
- Hold on! Don't worry!
Oh, uh Where's the plug?
Come on!
Oh, Henry.
- Come on, dear.
- Henry. Henry.
(GASPING) Oh, oh. Oh, you're my hero.
I thought I was going
to burn alive in there.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Oh.
Well, there's no denying that the bath
has been tampered with.
You didn't see anyone else in the room?
No, sir. I was busy tending to a leak.
I couldn't see a thing.
Right.
We'll canvass all around.
Perhaps someone was seen
entering or exiting the salon.
I suspect that these
bulbs have been replaced
with something of much higher wattage.
Sir, Ruth was the first
to use the bath today.
Someone must have snuck in
and swapped them sometime overnight.
But I only made my
appointment this morning,
so how could the killer have
known such a thing, unless, uh
Sir, it was Miss Tanner who
was meant to be in the bath.
Well, some opinions differ.
So Ruth wasn't the
intended target, then.
Oh.
Come on, Ruthie, this is good news.
- Hm.
- Oh!
But it was after Ruth
entered the machine
that someone tried tying
the handles together.
So I was the intended target.
Right. And you don't recall
anything else out of the ordinary?
No, sir. I was in the
other room fetching a mop.
But I did leave the camera running.
Eve Hendry's to be
released from custody.
There is no way she tampered
with the electric bath
- from the comfort of our cells.
- Mm.
And it's highly unlikely we're
dealing with two culprits.
Exactly.
I still can't believe people
would pay to watch such mundane things.
Hm. Then you underestimate
the power of celebrity.
Oh!
(CHOI CLEARS THROAT) And, uh,
I'd hardly call that mundane.
Uh
(REEL WHIRRING)
Wh-What happened?
Hm.
Let's see that again.
(REEL WHIRRING)
Someone's tilted the camera.
That must be the killer.
By shoes alone, I'd say it's a man.
He deliberately shifted the camera angle
to keep his face hidden.
I wonder
have you located the man
who stood up Miss Hendry?
No. We only know his
Christian name. Why?
Perhaps it's the same man who's after
the survivors of the train crash.
Is it your theory that
the killer is attempting
to frame Miss Hendry for his crimes?
It's a theory worth considering.
Right. I'll have her sit with a
sketch artist before she leaves.
Here we are. Half a dozen.
Never had the guts
to try oysters before.
I haven't, either.
Well, it's now or never, so
Carpe diem, I guess.
Cheers to that.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Look out!
Detective Murdoch. I
may have found something.
- What is it?
- A potential discrepancy
in the records from the
inquest into the train crash.
- Go on.
- There were cash payouts
made to families of all but one victim.
Interesting. Do you know why?
- Not yet, but
- Detective!
- Everything all right?
- We were attacked.
- I didn't even get to eat my oysters.
- What happened?
Someone threw a planter
off the roof onto us.
Did you see who it was?
No, and by the time I got
to the roof, they were gone.
Figured it best to get
Mr. Mank here to safety.
- Quite right.
- A constabulary detail clearly isn't sufficient.
I agree.
I believe we need to
bring all of the survivors
into protective custody.
Uh, Inspector, could you take
Mr. Mank into your office?
- Constable Roberts, with me.
- Yes, sir.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
Just through here, please.
Make yourselves comfortable,
but please try not to touch
(CLATTERING)
anything.
- (CLATTERING)
- What was that sound?
(FRANK): Just my crutches.
Sorry about that.
- I'm so frightened.
- I am too, dear.
Wish I'd never planned this whole thing.
You couldn't have known
what was going to happen.
Thank you, David.
I-I don't really see a
need for all of us to be
crammed like sardines in here.
Is there nowhere more suitable?
Well, this is the safest
place for you to be right now.
Nowhere is safe from fate.
How long must we stay here?
Until we find the person
that tried to kill you.
(BERGER): Mr. Claude Klaxon?
I am here to ask about your son.
Quentin.
I understand he was killed in
the Grand River train crash.
I'm sorry for your loss.
But I wonder:
why didn't you accept
the compensation offered
to families by the railway?
Hm. Those bastards never
offered me a cent, that's why.
They refused my claim.
Why would they do that?
Quentin's body was never found.
It was obviously incinerated,
but try telling that
to a bureaucrat, huh.
Hm.
- Yeah.
- You don't happen to have
a photograph of your son, do you?
"The ways in which things
come to an end are manifold,
yet everything that has
a beginning has an end.
This entire universe will
someday be swept away.
Weep, if you can, after that,
over the loss of any individual life."
- It's a cat holding a bouquet of flowers.
- No.
Well, draw it again,
and do it well this time.
"Fate has not spared you.
It is a great consolation
to reflect that."
(ELECTRIC WHIRRING)
What on earth is that noise?
(WHIRRING)
(RUTH): Henry! Ah, is
that supposed to happen?
(HENRY): I am sure it's all right, dear.
- (RUTH): What is going on here?
- (HENRY): That's odd.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(CLICKING)
Everybody down!
- (WHIRRING)
- Jane, no!
(GRUNT, THUD)
(DAVID BREATHING HEAVILY)
Oof. That was a close
one. Is everyone all right?
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
David!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You saved my life.
Just doing what I should have done
two years ago on that train.
Right. Constable, escort
Mr. Woods to the hospital.
Carefully!
- What happened?
- I have no idea, sir.
- No one was anywhere near the thing.
- (DAVID GROANS)
Someone had to have
loaded the projectile
and activated the machine,
and yet no one saw or heard a thing.
- Not a thing.
- No, I was paying attention to myself.
My back was turned.
I-I felt a cool breeze
coming from over there.
Sir, the window is open.
Do you think someone
could have broken in
and tampered with the launcher?
But you said that this was
the safest place for us to be!
Yes. Exactly. That's what you told us.
- That's why we came.
- Everyone, please, remain calm.
Calm? How do you expect
us to be calm? Hm?
I refuse to remain in
this-this den of death
- for a moment longer.
- All right.
I'm really not surprised.
Like dominoes, we fall.
- (FRANK): Let's all sit in Murdoch's torture chamber.
- What should we do, sir?
Escort them to the cells.
That is not what I meant.
Come along, everyone.
(TENSE MUSIC)
If I'm going to die, I want
to do it on my own terms.
Well, I don't see how that's possible.
Easy. Sunset at the bluffs.
You're not leaving, are you?
I appreciate you saving my life,
but it was hardly
worth it. My time is up.
Well, mine isn't.
I've barely made a name for myself.
I am getting on the
next train heading west.
You can't go. Tell them, Inspector.
Ah, we cannot legally
prevent them from leaving,
but I strongly encourage you both
to stay here for your own safety.
Uh.
Remember what I told you about
seizing the day, Constable Roberts.
What did Mr. Mank mean by that?
Oh, uh, uh not sure.
How goes your research?
Intriguingly.
Have you made any progress
in identifying the killer?
Yes. And no.
We suspect it might be the
man who stood up Miss Hendry.
Uh, we had her sit with a sketch artist.
I need to see that sketch.
Yes. Yes, of course.
Any clues as to the
intruder's identity out there?
No. And the window
doesn't appear to have been
forced open from the outside.
How is that possible?
Unless
The killer didn't come from outside.
Oh, no.
What?
Both male survivors have
just left the building.
No.
Sirs! Miss Berger found something.
What is it?
This is who stood up Eve Hendry.
And this is Quentin Klaxon,
the train crash victim whose
family didn't receive a payout.
They're the same man,
which means Quentin Klaxon isn't dead.
And he's out for revenge.
And he tried to set up Miss Hendry,
as you suspected. It's despicable.
But who's this man?
The killer must have
been one of the two men
in the situation room just
now, Burt Mank or Frank Hogan.
Frank, a killer? Hardly.
Besides, how could he have
attacked anyone while on crutches?
The crutches were a ruse.
Frank Hogan wasn't pushed off
of a ladder, or anything else.
How do you figure?
There's no proof.
His supposed attack is the only one
that wasn't actually
witnessed by anyone.
But how could he have set off the
launcher without anyone noticing?
(CLATTERING)
He bumped into my desk when he first
walked into the situation room.
He could've pocketed the awl,
and then later placed
it in the launcher.
But, sir, Mr. Hogan was nowhere near
the ball launcher when it went off.
He didn't need to be.
He could have activated it
with one of his crutches.
Same features, different hair.
That's him. Frank
Hogan is Quentin Klaxon.
Oh, dear lord. Frank
Hogan tried to kill me.
And now he's leaving town.
No, I don't think so.
A man that filled with hatred
isn't going to leave the job unfinished.
Mr. Mank could be in danger.
Where is he now?
I-I remember him saying something
about the sunset at the bluffs.
Right. Constable, with me.
It's quite a good drawing, sir.
- (INSECTS CHIRPING)
- Mank.
What are you doing here?
You still don't recognize me.
I had thought of all the people,
you might be the one
to actually remember.
(DISTANT SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
- Please
- (GASPS)
Oh, God. Ah! I'm sorry.
(DEBRIS COLLAPSING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
You. You're alive.
That's right.
I didn't think you could be saved.
You didn't even try.
Because I had to save myself,
but it has weighed
on me every day since.
Well, you won't have to worry
about that for much longer.
Put down the gun, Mr. Klaxon.
No. He has to pay for what he did.
He left me to die.
They all left me to die!
It's okay, Detective.
I deserve it.
- (GUN CLICKING)
- Now.
(ELECTRIC ZAP)
(GRUNT)
(THUD)
(LIGHT PIANO MUSIC)
(REEL WHIRRING)
What'd you think?
Uh
It really was quite something.
So, you liked it then?
The camera work was fantastic.
Well, that settles it. It's
for the wastepaper basket.
What? Why?
No one mentions the camera work
in a moving picture unless
it's a total stinker.
There's no future in these
real-life stories, anyway.
The public wants fiction.
And I'm going to give it to them.
You mean I have more Adventures of Agnes
- to look forward to?
- Oh, no.
Tanner's Triumphs.
A serial about Miss Tanner?
Uh, a more fashionable,
sophisticated, adventurous,
but still blind, Miss
Tanner. Played by moi.
Anywho, must dash.
I'm meeting a scriptwriter to
discuss a first installment.
Well, so much for my
new career, I suppose.
- (RUTH): Ah, you want my autograph.
- The camera work really was quite good.
(RUTH): Anything for a fan.
Oh, Miss Berger.
Yes, Detective.
Um, do you have ambitions
beyond the Morality Department?
Oh, what do you mean?
You did quite a bit more
than the research that was asked of you.
I didn't mean to overstep.
Oh, no. I-I'm-I'm grateful.
I'm grateful that you did.
Oh, it was nothing compared
to the dangerous sort of work
you and the constables do.
You might be surprised
by how much of police work
is quite the opposite.
Would you be interested
in doing more of this work,
should the need arise?
I would like that very much.
Oh! Good. Good.
Well, then, consider this desk yours.
My own desk?
(SOFT MUSIC)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Thank you, Detective.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(DISTANT HORSE NEIGHING)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
All right, Teddy. Carpe diem.
Ah!
Ah, ah, no!
(SIGHS)
(THEME MUSIC)