The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s11e04 Episode Script

The Canadian Patient

1 (THEME MUSIC) - (LIVELY MUSIC) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) So, I'm just meant to swallow it whole? Have no fear, sir, it's a dose of good health.
Fine fettle for 24 hours or your money back.
Money back? Well, no need, I think I feel better already.
What do you call them? "Isolated Accessory Food Factors.
" They're amines vital for the body.
Vital amines.
Well, here's what you should call them vitalamines! No.
Uh, uh, uh, vitalmines.
Vi vita Vitalamines.
Ah! Hello, I'm Dr.
Julia Ogden.
- I believe I've heard of you.
- Huh? You.
Because of your husband, I lost my laboratory.
And my research experiments have been put on hold.
Well, it appears you're back on your feet.
This is quite impressive.
- Miss Demeter, isn't it? - Marilyn Clark.
It's all theoretical.
I need funding.
I understand you're trying to achieve a world without men.
First, we need to perfect refrigeration techniques to allow the fluid extracted from the male to be preserved.
By "fluid," you mean A centrifuge would then sort particles according to density allowing us to eliminate those carrying the male chromosome.
And then finally, each remaining spermatozoon would be combined with a single egg from the mother.
- Outside of the womb? - Eventually, yes.
My initial findings indicate numerous complications.
First, I hope to achieve my aims through intra-uterine fertility methods.
And you believe that to be possible? Of course.
Why wouldn't it be? I see.
Well, thank you.
Ogden, there you are.
I afforded myself a break to go see some of the other booths.
- It's remarkable! - I've just been across the way here - trying some health supplements.
- Oh, I'd be wary of those, George.
Plenty so-called physicians pass off placebos as medicine these days.
Some are actually harmful.
I don't think in this case, Doctor.
I mean, if you're not satisfied, they'll give you your money back.
They would hardly do that with a product that didn't work.
In any case, the Detective has asked that I come and find you.
There's something happening outside you'll want to see.
(MAN): Those before me have been content - to experiment on animals.
- (INDISTINCT SPEECH) Julia, George.
He's really going to do it.
- To do what? - A human organ transplant.
What's he going to transplant, sir? A foot? A head? A kidney.
- Oh.
- Of course, such an endeavour is fraught with peril.
Most surgeons, even the greatest in the world, would not dare make the attempt.
But I assure you, in my hands, the procedure will be completely safe.
The well-being of my patient is paramount.
The donated kidney has already been successfully removed with no damage to the organ, and it awaits us in the operating theatre.
All great advancements begin with two factors: risk and genius.
Both will be on display this afternoon.
- Who are they? - I have no idea.
The surgery will commence momentarily.
Please come inside and find your seats.
It's OK.
Excuse me, Doctor.
This seems like an extremely dangerous endeavour.
Not in my hands, madam.
Are you aware of Dr.
Landsteiner's research on blood types? - How do you know about Landsteiner? - I'm a police detective.
His work was relevant to an investigation.
In fact, I visited Landsteiner in Europe last year.
Blood compatibility is crucial to the success of any transfusion or transplant.
- If there's nothing else - Butcher! - (MAN): What? - You will kill this woman! Organ transplantation is still impossible and you know it.
This woman has months to live, possibly less.
She is a willing participant.
Fear and convention would condemn her to death.
- I bow to neither.
We're close.
Bring out the organ.
There's too much blood.
I have to cauter.
She's still bleeding.
- Shall I put it back on ice? - No! Get me a sponge.
- We've used them all.
- Well, then run the suction.
- It's running.
- Do it faster! Dammit! Clamps! - Suction! - (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Sponges, get me something! I can't see anything! There's too much blood! Yes.
Argh! (SOFT MUSIC) Ladies and gentlemen, the surgery was unsuccessful.
She bled to death.
He must have nicked the abdominal aorta.
- Is that common? - Not for an experienced surgeon.
And if that is what happened, he should have noticed right away! That poor woman! What a way to die! In front of a roomful of spectators Surely, she consented to the surgery.
She may not have known the risks.
This Dr.
Lennox could have misrepresented his abilities.
- Or he simply made a mistake.
- You there, - you're the detective, yes? - That's right.
I have a crime to report: sabotage.
- Sabotage? How is that possible? - I don't know.
But my patient is dead, and it had nothing to do with me.
Well, you're the surgeon, surely you're responsible.
- Who are you? - Dr.
Julia Ogden, city coroner.
You cut up the dead; I am a surgeon.
I have an instinct for the living flesh under my knife.
There is no doubt something was terribly wrong - from the first incision.
- Do you have evidence? This very morning, some hours before the surgery, I double checked all my equipment only to find that my tank of anaesthetic had been drained.
Luckily, I had time to obtain a replacement and didn't have to cancel the operation.
But then, that wouldn't have affected the operation itself.
But where there is sabotage, there is more sabotage.
Whoever did this must be found out and punished.
- (WOMAN): There you are.
- - How exactly is this my fault? - Whose fault is it then? Why does it have to be anyone's fault?! Everything is someone's fault, Thomas! You are always pushing him.
I'm his father, I'm supposed to push him.
We can't both sit around molly-coddling the boy.
He could do anything he wanted with his life.
He could be a lawyer or a dentist or or write Canada's greatest novel, and instead You asked for me, Inspector? Margaret? Did you ask him to come in here? I can't I don't Get back to the recruits.
- I'll be over there shortly.
- Sir.
And shut the door! Is this really what you wanted for him? And what exactly is wrong with being a policeman? He could do so much more with his life.
Is that right? Well, if you hadn't noticed, you're married to a policeman.
You sleep with a policeman.
(SMALL SIGH) But this is John and he was made for better things.
I'll fix it.
Thank you.
- - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Excuse me? Is it true the medical school is accepting ladies this year? It is.
The school is going to be co-educational for the first time, and we're seeking female applicants.
- We could meet doctors! - (YOUNG WOMEN GIGGLING) Dr.
Gowland of Cambridge University has done remarkable research with animals in his laboratory.
So, in growing confidence, the medical community is convinced that human health is tied with nutritional factors in our foods.
So these amines are the foundation for human vitality.
So I like to call them vitalamines! You both know, I'm not one to stand in the way of progress, but I have to say this whole transplant business makes me very uncomfortable Why is that, George? Sir, what if Dr.
Lennox had succeeded? I mean, where does it stop? What's to keep anybody who has anything wrong with him from simply getting rid of the broken bit and swapping it out with a new part.
Would that be so bad? Well, first off, where are we finding all these kidneys and spleens and elbows? From the dead, George.
Accident victims, people in comas with no hope of recovery.
In the case of the kidneys, we each have two, and we can survive with only one.
- Yes, but where does it end? - Where does what end? The madness, sir.
Say I gave you a kidney, and I would without question, but then you say, "Oh, George, you've lovely penmanship, I wish I had your hands," and I say, "Sir, I've always admired your strong chin and square jawline, perhaps we should trade.
" What's to keep us from doing so? And then I say, "Because you have my kidney, perhaps you should throw in one of your calves, finely shaped from avid cycling.
" I mean, my point is, once we swapped legs and arms and necks, surely at some point, I cease to be me and become you.
George, I highly doubt either of us would survive all that.
Especially given our current success rate.
And there are a great many variables to master.
As you'll see when we begin.
Shall we begin? - Doctor.
- Mrs.
Sheen's abdominal aorta is intact and all of the incisions were perfectly made, so I have to admit Dr.
Lennox is a fine surgeon.
- He did nothing wrong, then? - Not to the body, but it appears he didn't properly examine the blood.
Why would he examine her blood? In advance of any major surgery, one must ensure that the blood is fit enough to withstand a bodily trauma, and I believe he missed something.
So there was no sabotage, he was negligent? Well, it's clear that she died from excessive blood loss, so I used a haemocytometer to analyze her cells and discovered that her blood plaque was far below normal levels.
And blood plaque is a chief factor in blood clotting.
She wasn't a haemophiliac, but any responsible surgeon would have refused to put her under the knife.
Haemophiliac?! Impossible! Not haemophilia, but with blood nearly as weak.
I examined Mrs.
Sheen's blood myself this past Tuesday.
Every result was as expected.
Perhaps you saw the results that enabled you to proceed with the operation.
Why would I need to? Do you have any idea how many people in this world are nearing death from a failing of the kidneys? Hundreds, thousands, perhaps millions.
I'm afraid I can't simply take your word for it, Dr.
I still have the vial.
- Of Mrs.
Sheen's blood? - Indeed.
In my refrigerated chest.
It's labelled "Sheen," possibly with an initial.
I'll wait right here if you like.
I will be proved correct.
He's right.
The plaque is normal.
So the patient's blood was healthy only days before the operation.
Unless Dr.
Lennox is lying to us and this isn't actually her blood.
So he could get away with killing her on a public stage? That makes no sense.
There's no other explanation for the discrepancy.
Unless he's correct and someone did indeed sabotage his operation.
By sabotaging the patient herself.
All we know is the patient had normal blood plaque one day but not the next.
And usually, this kind of problem is caused by hereditary factors or problems with the thyroid.
It would seem someone did this intentionally; we simply don't know how.
Where's bloody Watts? He asked for a couple of days off, sir.
Thinks he can wander in and out of this station house and do as he pleases.
Sir, our case? Hmm? Oh, yes.
So the question is, who wanted to see her dead? Or who wanted to discredit the surgeon? That's mad.
There was a man in the crowd who called him a "butcher," but we have no leads on identifying him.
I'm willing to bet that someone wanted this woman out of the picture.
Start with the husband.
Oi, lads, listen up! This is John Brackenreid.
Now, you are to treat him as you would any other new recruit.
Any other new recruit who could have you sacked at the drop of a hat.
- (MEN LAUGHING) - Alright then, John, you're with me.
I'll show you the Wilton beat.
Oi, Brackenreid.
Where do you think you're going? Constable Crabtree is gonna show me his beat.
No he's not.
I've got work for you to do around here.
Yes, sir.
- See that bunch of drunks? - Yes.
Round them up, throw them in the cells.
Yes, sir.
Inspector, you remember the last time we had that lot in the cells? Oh, I remember just fine.
Don't you worry, Crabtree, it won't be you that's on clean-up duty this time.
Hahahahahaha! Mr.
Sheen! Detective William Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.
Yes? How can I help you? Taking a trip somewhere? Oh, just a little holiday, take my mind off things.
Just a moment, dear.
I know this looks like I am the lowest of swine.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps she's your daughter.
You must understand.
My wife was near death for years.
I'm sorry to say this, Mr.
Sheen, but we believe your wife was murdered.
What?! How?! - By that doctor? - We don't know, but we suspect foul play was involved.
Oh Oh, say, I I know how this looks, but I didn't do a thing to poor Regina.
Did anyone wish your wife harm recently? There were some men who came to see us.
They left poor Regina quite distraught.
- Who were they? - It was people from the Church.
The ones who protested at that operation.
What do they call themselves? The Christian Scientists.
Therefore, metaphysics resolves things into thoughts and exchanges the objects of sense for ideas of Soul.
The testimony of the material senses is neither absolute nor divine.
Human philosophy has made God manlike.
Christian Science makes man Godlike.
In closing, I will recite a benediction from the Pulpit and Press.
"Divine presence, breathe Thou Thy blessing on every heart in this house.
" - Amen.
Thank you.
So well done.
Thank you.
Pardon me.
Detective William Murdoch, Constable George Crabtree - of the Toronto Constabulary.
- Oh.
Did you enjoy what you heard of my sermon? I can't say I followed much of it.
Many of the congregates here in Canada need a little extra help with their science.
And you are? Mary Baker Eddy of course.
I'm so glad that you're interested in our Church.
Gable, would you find some literature for these young men? - Certainly.
- We're not here - to discuss your teachings per se.
We were told that some of the members of your Church visited Mrs.
Sheen prior to her transplant operation.
Well, such an operation defies our belief that a medical procedure of any kind is an assault upon the body.
Who exactly visited her? Myself and a couple of others, - Danvers and Lamotte, but - Yes, but no member of our congregation would ever wish harm upon another soul.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm very tired.
Good day, gentlemen.
Uh, Mr.
Gable, we'll need a word.
Are the men that you mentioned here today? Yes, but as I was trying to say, we never spoke to Mrs.
Sheen, only her husband.
Well, he said she was quite distraught.
Well, she was, but it wasn't us who upset her.
Her husband excoriated us and sent us away before we had a chance to explain that the man speaking to his wife was not one of our number.
There was someone already there when you arrived? - Mhm.
- Can you describe him? Dark hair, middle-aged.
Serious man, scowling, severe.
I saw him again at the surgery.
He was the one who called Dr.
Lennox a butcher.
Vitality and health in a bottle.
All the necessary amines from your food distilled into a single pill.
- Thank you.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) I see you know what you're talking about.
Of course.
I only mean most people selling remedies don't know a thing about modern medicine.
Are you a doctor? I'm at a medical exposition, aren't I? That doesn't answer the question.
How do you know so much about amines? I can read.
You know, you can learn a lot that way.
So you're self-taught.
It's impressive.
That served me well enough.
Would you like to try a vitalamine? I think you might find it quite rejuvenating.
Where did you get this? There's a blood booth around the corner.
You just have to be able to read the signs.
Blood coagulation is my speciality.
That's my brand new pamphlet on the very topic.
I wonder if you know of any substance foreign to the body that inhibits coagulation? Certainly.
There are a few, though it's a rather new topic.
In particular, I'm curious about what might affect blood plaque.
I can think of only one thing.
Acetylsalicylic acid, - better known as aspirin.
- Aspirin? - The pain-relief pills? - Indeed.
I only recently discovered the side effect while testing some of my own blood in the wake of a nasty ache in the head.
How well known is this? Not very.
You won't find it in the pamphlet, but anyone who's visited my booth could know.
I have been crowing about it all week.
Lennox's heckler may be of more interest in this case than we'd first thought.
But you don't have his name.
George is having a sketch made up from his description.
What is it you think he did? He went around to this woman's house the day before her operation and somehow made her blood not work? I may have an answer.
- Aspirin.
- Aspirin? The pills? A little-known side effect inhibits blood plaque.
I tested the victim's blood and found it in high concentration.
Maybe she was in pain.
I re-examined the body and found an injection mark on the back of the upper arm.
Only gas was used during the surgery.
So someone stuck her with a needle.
I believe so.
Between 12 and 24 hours before she died.
Precisely during the time frame that our mystery man was seen with her.
Also, the side effect is a recent discovery.
The killer may well have learned of it at the exposition.
We need to know if this man visited your booth earlier this week.
- He certainly did.
That's Dr.
- He's a doctor? A surgeon in fact.
He works in transplants, though I believe he has mostly experimented with animals.
- And you spoke with him about aspirin? - At length.
He took a keen interest in my findings.
Do you know where we might be able to find him? I know he's in Toronto specifically for the exposition.
I assume he's staying at one of the hotels.
Anton Ridgeway.
Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you.
Good people, may I have your attention.
I have excellent news.
After the most unfortunate outcome of yesterday's surgery, so barbarically sabotaged by outside forces, my team and I are ready to make a second attempt.
- Oh my - This is Mr.
Robert Heins.
Tomorrow, he will be the healthy, happy recipient of the world's first human-to-human organ transplant! (APPLAUSE) There he is.
That's Ridgeway.
- You're a madman! - Stop! - (DRAMATIC MUSIC) - Drop it! - Drop it! - You are no doctor.
Go back to your goats! Dr.
Ridgeway, you are under arrest.
He has to be stopped! Don't you see? - He has to be stopped! - That's enough.
Alright, Alright.
You've caught me red-handed, there's no point in denying it, but it's Lennox who should hang.
He's a murderer.
He performed the surgery, but Mrs.
Sheen died because of you.
Me? I had nothing to do with that.
We found evidence that the surgery was sabotaged.
She was poisoned, in effect, the day before the operation.
And you happened to have been with her that very evening.
I was trying to tell her not to go through with it.
Just a kindly conversation, was it? I implored her to withdraw and she became upset.
It was for her own good.
That monster was planning to slaughter her in front of a crowd of spectators, and he went ahead and did just that.
Or that monster was about to beat you at your own game.
- What are you saying? - You're a transplant surgeon.
This upstart came along to steal all your glory.
Medical science is not ready for a human organ transplant.
If we fail now, on the public stage, it will set the entire endeavour back years, even decades.
I had to stop him, even at cost to myself.
Is it merely a coincidence then that you've recently taken an interest - in the effects of aspirin.
- Aspirin? What of it? You asked Dr.
Kemp about its anticoagulant properties.
- Yes, but - And you used a needle to give some to Mrs.
Sheen - knowing full well what it would do to her.
- I did no such thing.
I am a surgeon, I keep myself abreast of the latest research so I can avoid tragedies like this.
Lives are at stake.
Lennox is a killer, not me.
You've returned.
I wanted to hear more about your ideas on fertilization.
The key is to isolate the female chromosomes from the male.
Yes, but let's imagine for a moment that you didn't care about the sex of the child.
But that is all I care about.
Well, then let's take that aspect as a given.
The rest is simple.
One merely needs to encourage conception at the time of insemination.
And how would that be accomplished? There are several avenues.
Female fertility has been long been ignored by male researchers.
We knew more a thousand years ago than we do today.
Is that so? Oh yes.
My research on the matter.
May I read this? Alright.
Thank you.
So, what do you think? He attempted to assault the doctor, but we have no evidence that he went as far as murder.
He had motive.
He wanted to do it, he did it, and now he's lying to spare himself the noose.
Yes, sir, but motive alone is not enough.
Particularly given how many people wanted to see this transplant fail.
Including the husband.
Wasn't he already stepping out with some trollop? Yes, but I believe him to be honest, even if he is callous.
Now, the most suspicious character in all of this is Dr.
Lennox himself.
On to more pressing matters.
Carry on, Murdoch.
Inspector, the cells are clean.
- What, all of them? - Yes, sir.
I want them as clean as a kitchen counter.
I'm prepared to eat my dinner directly off the floor, sir.
So what now, Inspector? Should I head out on patrol? No.
It's shining day, Brackenreid.
- Shining day, sir? - Yes, Crabtree, bloody shining day.
You're shining the boots of every constable in this station house.
Yes, sir.
Inspector, don't you think you're being a little hard on the boy? I'm just putting a new constable through his paces, Crabtree.
I don't remember having to perform any of these duties on my first week.
You'll be doing them this week and the week after if you're not careful, sunshine.
(PHONE RINGING) Constable Crabtree.
- - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) The saboteur was stealing my organ.
The very organ that will save a man's life in mere hours from now.
I apprehended him myself.
- You tied him up?! George - Of course.
I got him dead to rights.
Was a gag really necessary? (MARY BAKER EDDY): Dear God, what has happened here? It appears there's been a citizen's arrest.
Who did this? Was it you? You monster! How have I suddenly been cast as the villain of this piece? Your friend here already killed one of my patients and now he's tried to do it again.
- Sir - He did no such thing.
Christian Scientists abide by the law, even if we disagree with it.
And if not for that, you would have felt my wrath by now, sir, - I assure you.
- The man tried to steal my kidney! Enough! George, take Dr.
Lennox and ensure that his property hasn't been damaged.
Yes, sir.
I will.
But I found this in Mr.
Gable's pocket.
Detective, please.
All I did prior to the surgery was switch out the doctor's anaesthetic.
I didn't kill anyone.
Gable, I'm not sure I can believe you.
What is this? A pamphlet on blood coagulation.
It was in Mr.
Gable's pocket.
- It's true.
- Ah It's mine.
Gable, the man who gave you this pamphlet recently discovered a side effect of aspirin.
A side effect which enabled Mrs.
Sheen to be murdered.
- (MRS.
EDDY): You're a killer?! - No.
- That is not befitting for a Scientist! - No.
I don't know anything about the murder.
Why would you, a Christian Scientist, be researching medical discoveries that fly in the face of your beliefs? Yes, why would you, Mr.
Gable? Because I'm a fraud.
A fraud? You can't understand.
The pain is unbearable.
I've prayed to no end.
It hurts so terribly I can barely function.
I had to see a doctor, I had to.
What is your ailment? Strangulated hernia.
Requires surgery.
I've been learning all I can about every aspect.
I'm terrified.
I will pray for you, Mr.
Thank you, Mrs.
Though I'm no longer sure it will do any good.
You could help people more with some training, you know.
How do you mean? You could do your own research, create even better supplements.
Now, why would I do that when people buy these ones? You don't want to help people? Do these pills actually do anything? Or are you just parroting jargon you've stolen from real doctors? And what if I am? They still make people feel better.
Real medicine actually makes people better.
I'm just trying to make a living, and I'm making a fine one.
Thank you for your advice all the same.
Julia, I thought you'd be at the surgery.
I'm curious about the result, but I'd rather not witness another death.
Did you arrest your suspect? Mr.
Gable's doctor confirmed his story about his upcoming operation.
He was against the transplant, but we've no evidence that he's our killer.
Why risk jail to stop the operation? He felt he was failing his religion, wanted to atone.
You might find this interesting.
"The Mad Butcher of Milan.
" - What is this? - It's a news article from the continent.
I've only just received it.
- It's about a failed surgeon? - Not a failed surgeon.
A veritable killer.
The man killed three women on the operating table in the span of only a few months.
- Surgeons lose patients all the time.
- Do they? Through experimental surgery? Dr.
Ridgeway, I fail to see the relevance here.
This is about a Dr.
Julius Henthorne.
Oh, indeed.
Apparently, his reputation followed him across the Atlantic.
Henthorne legally changed his name only last month.
- He now goes by Bertram Lennox.
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC) The surgery is about to start.
Hmm Oh my, that is disgusting! Please.
That is my husband.
- - Oh I didn't mean disgusting in a bad way.
I'm sure he'll be fine.
Sir, he's removed the kidney already.
Then there's nothing we can do.
Perhaps you could step in.
Not at this stage.
Lennox is the only one with any hope of helping him now.
What if he kills him? We can only hope that he doesn't.
Ladies and gentlemen, the surgery is complete, and the patient is alive.
- (EXCLAMATIONS OF APPROVAL) - (MAN): Well done, Doctor! (APPLAUSE) (SIGH) Detective, I'm so pleased you could join me for this momentous accomplishment.
I'm glad the patient survived, Dr.
Or do you prefer Henthorne? I just completed the first human-to-human organ transplant; which name do you think will sound best in the history books? You killed three people in Milan last year.
- Ahem! And? - And one also died under your knife here in Toronto.
The business of saving lives comes at a cost.
If that cost is a single life, fine.
Four single lives - so far.
- Four lives? You accuse me of losing four lives? Four lives is nothing.
Anyone with a conscience would disagree.
It is those who stand in my way who are without conscience.
I carry the weight of those four lives, and I do it gladly.
I do it for the world, for the future, for humanity.
I will save millions.
And in doing so, I will not merely prolong life, but through the procreation of those I save, I will create life.
If I am a murderer, then so too is God a murderer.
John? Surely, your shift ended hours ago.
I'm just finishing this last pair.
I'm getting faster though.
I can get a true mirror shine in less than 90 minutes.
Shall I do yours next? You don't need to polish my boots.
The Inspector said every pair in the Station House.
John, it's true that your father is hard on everybody, but, I mean, this this goes beyond.
He's being hard on me because I'm his son.
Doesn't matter to me, though.
I'll show him I can take it.
You're a young man.
I mean, you could do anything; why are you so intent on becoming a policeman? Well, it's the most honourable job I know.
Constable Brackenreid, how's it going with those boots? I've shined nearly every pair in the Station House, sir.
Will I be on patrol tomorrow? We'll see.
You can finish the boots tomorrow morning.
Uh, you can take the streetcar home.
Thank you, sir.
Listen, a few of the lads and I are gonna go out for a drink, why don't you come with us? Really? Yes, sir, I'd like to.
And you don't call me sir.
We're both constables.
More importantly, answer me this: if I took the brain of a cat and put it into a dog, - would I have a cat or a dog? - A dog.
See, that's what these two said.
But you're not considering.
If if if the soul resides in the mind, and the mind isn't the brain then surely, in essence, you're still a cat.
(SMALL CHUCKLE) (MURDOCH): Do you think him a megalomaniac? (SIGHING): That's likely.
Then he could be a psychopathic personality.
Most doctors are megalomaniacs, particularly surgeons.
It's seen by young men to be a career filled with glory.
There's no glory in failed transplants.
And a maniacal killer wouldn't kill the first victim and save the second.
- That makes no sense.
- He was awfully lucky.
Lennox? No, the second patient.
How so? Think of it.
All of the millions of people who have died of kidney failure throughout history; what are the chances he comes along at the precise moment to be the first person ever to get a new one? That is lucky.
And doubly so given that he was never intended to receive the transplant in the first place.
He would have died if it wasn't for a murder.
Perhaps he made his own luck.
Really, Detective, he can't be speaking to anyone right now.
- His condition is that dire? - The surgery was a success, that is a doubtless fact, but his body will need time to heal.
How confident are you that he will? (SIGHING) I don't know.
So it's possible he may not recover.
The kidney is not yet functioning.
If it doesn't, it is unlikely his condition will improve.
If he passes before I can speak with him, I may never learn the truth about Mrs.
Sheen's murder.
No, he couldn't have done it.
Why do you say that? I know what you're insinuating, but that poor man has been ill for months.
How exactly do you suppose he murdered someone? Mrs.
Sheen died from an injection that was administered the day before the surgery.
It takes no strength at all to use a syringe.
The day before the surgery, you say? There you have it.
I was with my husband all day and all evening.
It's impossible.
I'm not so sure.
But how could he have done it if he never left his bed? It's quite clear.
Heins, I appreciate your testimony, but I'm going to speak with your husband.
I'm Detective William Murdoch.
I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a few questions.
It's about the death of Regina Sheen.
I killed her.
You gave her an injection, is that correct? I I wished I wished her dead so many times.
I wished that she would die so I could live.
Yes, but did you kill her yourself? By your own hand? Mr.
Heins, did you visit Mrs.
Sheen the day before the surgery? Or were you home all day with your wife? Yes I was with Jeannette.
So you didn't visit Mrs.
Sheen? The two of you were together all day? Yes No.
I didn't go out, but Jeannette Your wife Your wife left the house that day? She does everything for me.
Don't say any more.
I didn't do anything but pray.
Of course not.
You didn't do anything wrong, my dear.
I love you, you know that.
I would do anything for you.
Anything at all.
Please Robert, don't leave me.
HEINS SOBBING) Alright, Detective.
You can take me away now.
What if I did want to help people? - I beg your pardon? - Like you said I should.
If I wanted to help people, what do you propose? Well, you are aware the University of Toronto medical school is now accepting female applicants.
So? Even if they wanted me, I couldn't afford it.
If you were accepted, I could arrange a scholarship to pay for your tuition.
But that would only be for someone who really wanted to help.
Do I look like someone who would fit in there? Does that matter to you? Probably not.
But, um, I can't afford to just go to school all day.
- Well, then you could work for me.
- Work for you? If you're accepted into medical college, I'll see to it that you have what you need to get by.
And why would you do that for me? I'm not doing it for you.
I need an assistant.
It's hard work, it's long hours, and it involves a lot of dead bodies.
But if you really want to help people, I'm offering you a chance.
You're a real doctor? Dr.
Julia Ogden, city coroner.
Violet Hart.
But I must warn you, I have no intention of being your assistant forever.
Well I would expect no less.
I'm sorry your transplant was a failure.
A failure? Not in the slightest.
One of your patients was murdered and the other one died.
Yes, I failed to save a life this week, but an unsuccessful attempt is not a failure if that failure is followed by success.
This, friends, was progress.
Good day.
He's right.
Progress requires risk.
Someone has to be brave enough to take it on.
Hardly heroic when the risk is only to others.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Could you wait a moment.
I think we should work together.
On what? On your proposals regarding hormones and reproduction.
Why would we do that? It will take you a step toward your goals, prove part of your concepts.
But why do I need you? A few months ago, I was in Chicago visiting a doctor renowned for his work in fertility.
- "His.
) He couldn't help me, but he thinks that I should be able to conceive.
You seem to be talking around the point.
The point is I want to see if your ideas can truly cure infertility in women.
I'll provide the necessary funding.
Where would we find a test subject willing to undertake experimental hormone replacements? You misunderstand me.
The subject would be me.