The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s17e24 Episode Script

For the Greater Good

(THEME MUSIC)
(WARRINGTON): It is a once in
a lifetime offer, Dr. Ogden,
and one you should consider.
You would be ushering in
a new era in medicine.
I will expect your answer shortly.
Morning, gentlemen.
I have some changes
that will improve
efficiency and productivity
that I would like to
implement in the coming week.
So, sir, you truly are in charge now?
Well, u-until a
replacement can be named.
Well, in that case, hip-hip
- (CONSTABLES): Hoorah!
- (MURDOCH CHUCKLES)
Thank you, everyone. Thank you.
Sir, a transfer order for
the prisoner in our cells
just came in from Kingston.
That's fine.
The Inspector usually chooses
who will accompany the prisoner.
Oh! Uh, well, then let's be democratic.
Are there any volunteers
for a prisoner transfer
to Kingston in the morning?
Uh, the lads all hate that job, sir.
Oh. Right.
Then in the morning,
I will choose someone.
Will you be holding an
assembly every morning,
- Inspector Murdoch?
- (CHUCKLES)
I intend to effect
quite a few changes here.
I've been charting out efficiencies.
And, in the past, constables would
(LAUGHING)
Enough about that.
There's something else
I wanted to speak with you about.
I have received an invitation
to a cocktail party this evening.
- Oh! With your glamorous wife, of course.
- Of course.
I hope it's not too short notice.
Oh! When it comes to a party,
there's no such thing as short notice.
Uh, Julia,
was there something you
wanted to speak with me about?
Oh, no. No. It was nothing.
Until tonight, Inspector.
(SOFT CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Thank you.
William, did you see those emeralds?
Is that a hint?
(JULIA CHUCKLES) Well,
now that you have your new raise
Shall we pay our respects to the host?
Hello.
Ah. You must be the new inspector.
I am indeed.
William Murdoch. This is
my wife, Dr. Julia Ogden.
I'm Dr. Samuel Ritson.
Allow me to introduce my wife, Edith.
Lovely to meet you.
This looks a wonderful party.
Oh, it's all Samuel's idea.
Must have had a
breakthrough in his research.
As per usual, he never
tells me anything.
- (CHUCKLING)
- It's highly confidential, Edith.
Ten years of marriage,
he's still keeping secrets from me.
You wouldn't understand
what I was doing anyway.
And, dear, let's not make
our private spats public.
So, please, mingle. Drink. Dance.
I want this to be a night to remember.
Well, you heard the man.
Oh.
I imagine with this new position,
we may be attending
more of these functions.
Oh, I suppose.
Might be time for some
more dance lessons?
(LAUGHING) Oh!
Well, they've offered me
the position, temporarily.
- Wow.
- Of course.
Congratulations.
And how is it that you know Dr. Ritson?
I assist him with his research.
- Oh.
- He's a prominent medical scientist.
That must be very rewarding.
Ah, perhaps someday,
but certainly not now.
You would think that a man who
could throw a party like this could
properly pay his
assistant. (CHUCKLES) But,
I suppose this is no
time for sour grapes.
(UNCOMFORTABLE LAUGHTER)
Well, at least he
received an invitation.
Mm.
May I have your attention, please?
Thank you all for coming.
I wanted you all (COUGHING)
I wanted you all to (CLEARS THROAT)
(COUGHING)
I, I'm not sh (GROANS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SHOCKED MURMURS)
- Oh!
- Samuel? Samuel!
Dr. Ritson?
Dr. Ritson?
Mrs. Ritson, please, we need
a bit of time with the body.
Samuel was perfectly
healthy. I-I don't understand.
What happened to him?
We don't yet know, Mr ?
Mr. Mirac Dogan.
Dr. Ritson was an old friend of mine.
An old friend? That so?
Well, then how come I've never met you?
I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Ritson.
Please move along, sir. Thank you.
Mrs. Ritson, please.
His pupils are hyper dilated.
Any idea what could have caused
death to come along so quickly?
A heart attack?
It's possible, but
there's something odd.
His tongue has a blue tinge to it.
Poison?
Again, it's possible. His
tissues will need to be tested.
Oh. Miss Hart is out
of town for the week.
I can perform the post -mortem.
I'll call for the morgue attendants.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Do you know of anyone who may
have wished to harm Dr. Ritson?
No. No, he was a quiet, private man.
Were many people aware of
what Dr. Ritson was working on?
What we were working on.
And, no, it was all very hush-hush.
The only person that knew
anything was Mr. Grenville.
Who is he?
Oh, you didn't meet him? He was here.
He's the money behind
Ritson's work. Um
they were arguing earlier.
And where is this Mr. Grenville now?
Uh, well, I saw him enter the study.
- Okay. Excuse us.
- Yes.
Mr. Grenville. Toronto Constabulary.
Step out from back there, please.
- I was merely
- Looking through a dead man's papers?
Papers that I paid for.
I understand you and the deceased
had an argument earlier this evening.
What was the nature of this dispute?
I told him I was going
to cancel our arrangement.
Given the man over $50,000
and he hasn't shown me
as much as paperwork.
So you were going to steal it?
Can you really steal
something you've paid for?
You and I will have a
discussion in the morning
at the station house, Mr. Grenville.
- Of course.
- Leave the papers, please.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
William, look.
I may have found what turned
Dr. Ritson's tongue blue.
If Mr. Grenville wanted
something from Dr. Ritson,
why kill him?
Perhaps Dr. Ritson refused?
Then whatever he was working
on would die with him.
Hmm. Still, Mr. Grenville
was seen in that room
with the potential murder weapon.
There didn't seem to be any
love lost between the Ritsons.
Mrs. Ritson will be investigated.
You never know what
happens behind closed doors.
I must say it was odd
that Mrs. Ritson didn't
even know Mr. Dogan, was it?
Even though he claimed to be
her husband's close friend.
Yes, Dr. Ritson kept
secrets from his wife.
Not the sign of a healthy marriage.
(SOFT MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
- (ALL): Hey!
- (CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
Get off the stage!
Can barely hear myself think.
- Boy, I doubt you're missing much.
- What did you say?
(GRUNTING)
- (THUDS)
- Good Lord!
Tucker, that's enough!
- All right!
- Good Lord.
You all right?
- Yes, I'm all right.
- Everyone's a critic,
but I could've handled that myself.
Are you from Newfoundland?
Born and bred. Damn mainlanders.
Mainlanders are best
kind. They're just a bit
- They're a bit touchy!
- Exactly.
If you're either a
bit saucy with them
They think you're being saucy with them.
- Exactly.
- Well, listen, I appreciate it.
- Can I get back onstage now?
- I won't stop you.
Tucker! What in the heavens was that?
Apologies. I'm a little out of sorts.
Alice went home to her mother today.
Sorry to hear.
Why don't you just apologize to her?
- For what?
- (LAUGHING)
That doesn't matter.
Always works for Ruthie and I, you know.
Well, works for Ruth.
A little whisky.
(BANJO MUSIC PLAYS)
It's just like old times.
You and I alone in the morgue.
And the only thing between
us is a murder victim.
William.
Dr. Ritson's body is missing!
There's a note.
"Please let's keep
this between ourselves."
What do you mean he's gone?
His body vanished from the storage room.
Why was it you came to
retrieve Dr. Ritson's body?
Oh, I was simply doing
his wife a kindness.
Mrs. Ritson said that her husband
had had a breakthrough in his work.
I thought as much.
But I told you,
I don't know what it was.
You were his assistant. I
find that hard to believe.
I purchased various chemicals for him.
I cleaned up around the
laboratory, but that was it.
Well, your fingermarks are not on this.
Meaning?
You're free to go.
Oh, uh
Was Mr. Dogan involved
in Dr. Ritson's work?
I don't know.
Again, Ritson was a secretive fellow.
I don't know anything about Mr. Dogan.
You said you were close
friends with Dr. Ritson.
I am.
Then why is it his
wife has never met you?
We attended the same athletic club.
Samuel was a fine racquetball player.
But we didn't socialize past that.
His wife wouldn't have
been very fond of me.
Why is that?
I don't know. Samuel told me
she was not very fond of anyone.
Do you know what Dr.
Ritson had been working on?
No, I have no idea.
He joined our club to get away
from the pressures of work,
so I never pressed him.
The Crown Attorney's Office?
Chief Constable Brackenreid
recommended I join them.
I would be the first woman working
in the Crown Attorney's
Office in all of Canada.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Have you told him yet?
Oh, about the job offer? No, I haven't.
Julia, it's a fabulous opportunity.
Once in a lifetime.
There'll be others.
You really believe that?
(EFFIE SIGHS)
You know what I find amusing?
Or deeply troubling, depending
on how you look at it.
I'm sure you're about to tell me.
Men can go off and fight wars,
or explore deepest Africa,
or go climb a mountain without
so much as a fare-thee-well,
or any sense of guilt.
Why can't we do that?
You've been given an opportunity
to do something great,
to form a new teaching
hospital for women.
Yes, on the other side of the ocean.
Well, it's not forever!
And he can come with you.
Right when he's just become inspector.
I would never do that to him.
And why not?
Effie, I really need to work on this.
Right.
So you're prepared to
just take a step back,
return to the morgue and
become your husband's assistant?
That is not what I'm doing!
I'm sorry. That was uncalled for.
It-it's just that I think
there are so many women
you can help, most of
all yourself, Julia.
Effie, as I said, I really
need to get this work done.
Of course.
(SOFT MUSIC)
Henry, I need you to conduct
the prisoner transport today.
Oh. Really, sir?
Uh, I was hoping to take
off a little early today.
Jordan is at my mother's and
Ruth's made dinner plans for us.
Duty first, Constable.
Sir.
I'd like to volunteer for the job.
Oh. I appreciate that, Constable Tucker.
I could always use the extra money.
There is extra money involved, right?
Sir, I'll accompany Constable Tucker.
Very good.
I'll go arrange transport.
It's really not necessary,
George. I can send Henry.
Sir, between you, me, and the lamppost,
I don't entirely trust Constable Tucker.
A sentiment we both share.
Thank you.
You lost my husband's body?
I'm not certain whether he walked out,
- or if he was taken out
- Walked out?
But he was dead! You said so yourself!
I was mistaken.
He had taken som
or was given something
that mimics death.
Could it have something to do
with what he was working on?
I don't know anything
about my husband's work.
He never talked to me about that.
He didn't talk to me about anything.
Dr. Ogden and I found Mr. Grenville
going through your husband's desk.
Hmm. That vulture.
I bet he was looking for
some paper of Samuel's.
Perhaps you should speak to him.
I intend to.
In the meantime,
do you know where your husband might be?
No.
Until a moment ago,
I thought he was dead.
Is that all?
At present, yes.
If you do happen to find my husband,
let me know.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
Henry.
Keep an eye on Mrs. Ritson, please.
You think she had something
to do with this, sir?
Why else would I be asking you, Henry?
Hmm.
(SOFT CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
William.
Yes.
I managed to ascertain that
the main part of this compound
is Atropa Belladonna.
It was the second part that
gave me the most trouble.
- But you've identified it?
- Well (SIGHS)
I narrowed it down to a
strain of colchicine poison
that I had never seen before.
It comes from a a blue crocus plant,
which is native to Western Asia.
Was it meant to kill Dr. Ritson?
It can be lethal.
But with the right amount,
it can induce a
temporary comatose state,
which is what we saw.
- Certainly fooled the best doctor
- Please don't remind me.
My apologies.
I'll see you back at
the station house, then.
Yes, after I've cleaned up here.
I don't get a train ride to Kingston?
Mr. Pullia,
you're lucky we're not
rolling you there in a barrel.
Tucker, you ride up front with me.
That's all right, George.
I'll ride with the prisoner.
If he tries anything?
I can handle it.
I won't cause any trouble.
You mean that?
As long as arrangements
made are honoured.
Get in.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- (HORSE GRUNTS)
- Clear.
I was so pleased
that you wanted to meet and discuss
this opportunity further.
We, and by that, I mean
myself and the British backers,
want this new women's
and children's hospital
to be on the frontier of new medicine,
much like yourself.
Well, it does sound exciting.
It would be a great thing
if you were instructing a new
generation of female doctors.
It's a wonderful opportunity,
but it-it's a difficult decision.
It would mean uprooting my family.
Your husband would
come as well, of course.
Do you two like a bit of adventure?
Uh
Well, we've had our share.
(JULIA CHUCKLES)
Well, I, uh, will
require an answer soon.
The world can use more women
in the field of medicine.
You could provide that.
(SOFT MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
William.
Julia. I
- (PHONE RINGING)
- Huh? Oh. Excuse me.
Detect
(CLEARS THROAT) Inspector Murdoch.
Yes.
Yes. We-we'll be right there.
Mrs. Ritson has just entered a
rooming house down by the docks.
- She's still inside.
- You had her followed?
I did. And she may have
just led us to her husband.
- Shall we go see?
- Oh! Together?
You are now officially an honorary
member of the constabulary.
I don't think you can
do that under the rules.
The way I see it, I am
now Inspector Murdoch.
Acting Inspector.
I still make the rules.
(JULIA LAUGHS)
Do you think she'll still be in there?
We'll find out soon enough.
Now, if you'll just stay behind me
(DOOR OPENS)
- (GASPS)
- Mrs. Ritson!
He's gone.
My Samuel is gone.
What have you done to him?
Nothing.
I found him like this.
I tried to help him.
You knew your husband was here,
but you didn't inform us?
And how did you know he was here?
A friend of mine called.
She thought she saw him this morning.
I had to come and see
for myself if it was true.
But I was too late.
Mrs. Ritson, you need to come down
to the station house with me.
Why?
Why do you think?
You're under suspicion of murder.
I beg your pardon?
How could you possibly
think I had anything to do
with my husband's death?
Can I see the piece of paper
that you hid in your
purse when we arrived?
It's nothing.
It's just an address in Berlin.
So your husband faked his own death,
planned to leave the country
and begin anew somewhere else.
Were you supposed to meet him there?
No.
On the contrary.
I believe Samuel wanted
me to think he was dead.
I imagine he was planning on leaving me.
Perhaps a night in our cells
will help you to be more forthcoming.
You would really put a
grieving widow in a prison cell?
I would.
If she were not being truthful with me
about her husband's death.
I was looking for a formula.
What kind of formula?
I don't know.
And that's the truth.
All I know was my husband was
working on something important.
Were you hoping to
find it and perhaps
sell this new discovery?
No.
That man told me that
if I didn't find it,
he would take everything I had.
Who is "that man"?
Mr. Grenville.
The man took over $50,000 from me.
- So, you killed him?
- I most certainly did not.
I am interested in finding
out the truth, Mr. Grenville.
The truth is I was funding Dr.
Ritson's research in virology.
Last month, he swore to me that he
was on the verge of a breakthrough,
one that would change the world.
- And?
- And then nothing.
So you believe he made this discovery
and then kept it from you?
And then he died.
Or
at least I thought he did.
So, Dr. Ritson faked his
death in order to evade you?
- Of course.
- Why?
Whatever he discovered is my property.
I paid for it, pure and simple.
But it's clear he didn't
want me to have it.
Did you threaten Mrs. Ritson?
I merely told her that
I expect remuneration.
Mrs. Ritson found a note
with a Berlin address
on her husband's body.
Do you know anything about that?
I do not.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
So, I found the belladonna
poison in Dr. Ritson's body.
As we suspected.
Yes. But I found something
we didn't suspect:
minute traces of an
inactive strain of polio.
Mr. Grenville said that Dr. Ritson
was working with viruses.
And was he was following in
the footsteps of Edward Jenner?
He was working on a cure for polio.
- It's possible.
- I-I'd say it's likely.
His assistant said
something very curious to me.
He said Dr. Ritson asked
him what he would do
if he'd ever discovered something
that could change the world.
A cure for polio would
certainly do that.
And make his backer, Mr.
Grenville, a very rich man.
But what if Dr. Ritson
wanted to make a fortune himself?
Fake his own death, abscond to Berlin?
Well, there are a number of prominent
pharmaceutical companies there.
He could sell to the highest bidder.
A task now in the hands
of whoever killed him.
(HORSE GRUNTS)
Tucker! Coffee's ready.
(PULLIA): Pour one for me.
What the hell? What happened?
He got my gun from me, George.
- I'm sorry.
- How'd that happen?
Tucker, grab the constable's rifle.
Oh, I knew it!
I knew it! You're a disgrace!
(GRUNTS)
You didn't need to do that!
I won't have him insulting one of
my new employees, Constable Tucker.
William, I've sent a wire to
Munk Pharmaceuticals in Berlin,
along with Leftig and Berhin.
They promised to inform
me if anyone contacts them.
Very good. Thank you.
Assuming your time of
death was correct
- Well, it was.
- Oh, uh
(CHUCKLES)
Mr. Grenville couldn't have had
anything to do with what happened.
He was in his office at the time
that Dr. Ritson was murdered.
You're sure?
There were numerous witnesses.
This does feel a little bit
like old times, doesn't it?
Something on your mind, Julia?
No.
Julia, I am a detective
and your husband.
You can't fool me.
I've been offered a position
at a new women's teaching hospital.
That's wonderful.
In London, England.
Ah.
For how long?
It's indefinite.
Well, that would certainly
change things for us.
Yes.
That's why I wanted to know my own mind
before I brought it up,
but I was thinking
you could come.
And given your reputation,
I'm sure every door would be
open to you. Scotland Yard!
The City of London Police.
And what about Susannah?
Well, she would come with me.
(PHONE RINGING)
Inspector Murdoch.
Yes.
All right. I'll be right there.
There's been an incident
at the Ritson home.
Oh, no. What happened?
They found Mr. Grenville
and Mrs. Ritson.
- Dead?
- After what's happened,
I wouldn't want to speculate, but
We will continue this conversation.
Tucker, you can't do this!
You can't help this man!
When Inspector Murdoch
finds out what you've done
Tucker, don't let this happen.
Do something!
He's not going to do anything.
He's coming with me.
Tucker, get the horses ready.
I'll take care of our friend here.
Sorry, Constable. (GUN CLICKS)
Here's where we leave you.
(GUNSHOT)
- (HORSE NEIGHING)
- (BODY THUDS)
Tucker!
What's going on?
You didn't think I'd let
him shoot you, did you?
I wasn't sure what to think.
I was only pretending
to go along with him.
Is that right?
He's dead, isn't he?
It seems I just saved the
province the cost of a trial.
Let's get him in the
wagon and back to Toronto.
Did you see anyone come
in or out of the home?
No, sir. I came home
and saw them like this.
(GROANING)
Oh!
Are you all right?
I (GROANS)
I think so.
- Oh, good Lord.
- Have a seat.
Oh, is he dead?
I'm afraid so.
Carefully.
(GROANING)
- Could you get her some water?
- Of course.
Well, this is the second
dead body I've found you with.
What happened?
I came home. I heard
some noise coming from the study.
And I came in, and
Mr. Grenville was here.
I told him to leave.
- (PAINED GRUNT)
- And he didn't?
No, he said he was on his way
out. He had what he wanted,
the research papers
Samuel had been working on.
But I didn't do anything.
Mrs. Ritson, there is a
dead man lying in your room.
And you were the only one here.
No, I wasn't.
Someone hit me on the back of the
head and I think I heard a shot.
Oh, if I knew my husband's
work would lead to this.
Is this your husband's hat?
No.
It's his?
I don't
That belongs to Mr. Clarke,
my husband's assistant.
(TENSE MUSIC)
So, Mr. Clarke lied about
his address, then, sir?
So it would seem.
I heard there was a second
murder. Or a third?
Uh, a second. Jonathan Clarke
may have killed Mr. Grenville
and is now in possession
of Dr. Ritson's formula.
Formula for what, sir?
A possible polio vaccine.
Good Lord. He's created something
to give people polio?
That's horrible, sir.
No, it doesn't gi
Henry, we need to find Jonathan Clarke.
Uh, right away, sir. Um, how?
Well, check rooming houses,
uh, uh, hotel registers
a-and send constables
down to the train station.
Right away.
And then Tucker shot him.
- And it was justified?
- I believe so, sir.
I believe Pullia was more
than prepared to kill me.
I can't believe
I owe my life to Constable Tucker.
Perhaps we were wrong about him.
I don't know.
There's something else?
Sir, the prisoner was restrained.
Pullia was in handcuffs
when he was put in the back
of the wagon. I saw it myself.
Then how did he get a hold
of Constable Tucker's weapon?
I don't know, but he did somehow.
Sir,
Jonathan Clarke is in room 312
at the Windsor House Hotel.
He checked in last evening.
Very good. Thank you, Henry.
Oh, and, uh, George, go
home and get some rest.
Sir.
What happened to you?
Prisoner transport went sideways.
Prisoner stole Tucker's
gun, was about to shoot me
when Tucker shot him with my gun.
Well, Ruthie says what's best
for a bruise is a cold steak.
Filet mignon?
Is there any other kind, George?
Yes, I'm here.
Yes, I have it.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
(SIGHS) There's someone here.
Uh, hello.
Detective Murdoch. To
what do I owe the pleasure?
Oh, I was just in the
vicinity, Mr. Clarke,
and I thought I would drop this off.
- Oh!
- It is yours, is it not?
Yes, I must have left it
behind at the police station.
- Thank you.
- Actually,
I found it in Dr. Ritson's study.
I believe you dropped it there
when you shot Mr. Grenville.
(LAUGHS)
Shot Mr. Gren
Mr. Grenville's dead?
I believe you know that, Mr. Clarke,
along with many other things.
So, if you will accompany
me down to the station hou
(GUN CLICKS)
I don't think I'll be
doing any such thing.
Oh, Higgins,
do you really need to have your mess
spread all over my desk?
Well, I just finished clearing off mine!
- Henry!
- I'll get to it!
- It's just a desk.
- No, no, no.
Have a look at this.
Look who else is registered
at the Windsor House Hotel.
It's a lot of people.
Yeah and one of them
is on our suspect list.
Mirac Dogan.
I'm telling you there's
more going on here
than even the inspector realizes.
Let's go take a look.
Ah, George?
Maybe leave the steak behind?
Oh. Good idea, Henry.
Uh, Morris.
- Hm?
- Do something with that.
The clinical tests
were very encouraging.
Enough so that we were both confident
that we had found a cure for polio.
And what happened?
Dr. Ritson confided in me
that he was not going to surrender
his results to Mr. Grenville.
His financial backer?
Dr. Ritson had learned that Grenville
was going to sell the formula to
an American pharmaceutical company.
And Ritson didn't want that?
It would have made you both wealthy men.
He told me
he wanted to give away the vaccine
that he discovered
for free.
Free!
Can you believe that?! (LAUGHING)
So Ritson staged his own death
and was going to
disappear with his formula.
And I had worked too long for a pittance
to allow that to happen.
So, I made a deal with a representative
of a German pharmaceutical company.
And you killed him.
He was a good man. He would have
eased suffering across the globe.
Their suffering will
still be alleviated,
providing they can pay for it.
You didn't tell me he was here.
He wasn't when I called you.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
- Does our deal stand?
- 500,000 for the formula.
It's all on this microfilm.
Nice to see you.
Money makes the world go 'round.
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
- (CLARKE SCREAMING)
- I'll be on my way.
- You won't get far.
- You might be right.
But I would imagine my odds will
be better without you chasing me.
Drop your weapon!
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTING)
- No! No!
- Come here!
No!
Uh, no!
(GROANING)
Get him to the hospital.
Get him out of my sight!
(CLARKE GROANING)
(SIGHS)
- So, you saved Crabtree's life.
- Yeah.
And what do I get for it? Nothing.
Well, what'd you expect?
A bonus.
A medal. Something.
Well, I bought your beer.
Ooh
I need to head home.
Tucker, I've been thinking
How did your prisoner
get out of his cuffs?
I don't know.
Maybe he was Harry Houdini.
(CHUCKLES)
Goodnight, Tucker.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
- I thought he'd never leave.
- Tony
I don't think we
should be seen together.
Thanks for killing
the boss. You did good.
So, that's it, right?
- We're done?
- (CHUCKLES)
See you around, Tucker.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
- (JULIA): Yeah?
- (SUSANNAH): Hi!
Should we read this one?
Hello, ladies.
- Look who it is.
- Hi.
You wanna jump up?
- Ya-ya!
- (JULIA GASPS)
- Wee!
- (SUSANNAH LAUGHS)
- Hello!
- (LAUGHING)
Ooh!
Could you get her ready for bed?
We'll be along to say goodnight shortly.
Susannah should go with you.
A child should be with her mother.
William?
If you want this position,
Julia, you should take it.
Are you sure?
If I wasn't a part of your life,
what would you be doing?
I don't know, I
You would be on the first boat there,
wouldn't you?
Yes.
Yes, you would.
Your work is very important.
To you, to many people.
But Susannah and I will be so far away.
And I will miss you terribly.
But you'll always be in my heart
and never far from my thoughts.
Would you be all right?
Hmm.
Julia, think of all that
we've endured together.
You've been buried alive. (SCOFFS)
I've been kidnapped.
We've saved each other's
lives countless times.
I think we can handle time apart.
I suppose.
(SOFT MUSIC)
Don't deny who you are for me, Julia.
If you did, you wouldn't be
the woman I fell in love with.
Right here!
(SUSANNAH BABBLING)
Hey! Oh
Yeah.
All right, why don't
you go in and get warm.
I love you very, very much.
- Bye-bye.
- Okay, say bye-bye.
- Wave bye-bye.
- (SUSANNAH): Bye!
Right. You're certain you
know how to operate the camera?
- Yes, I do.
- I'll want to see her.
Yes, I know. You will.
- Right. The ship is equipped with a
- Radio telegraph.
I know. (CHUCKLES)
I'll message you from sea.
We'll be in Southampton in
ten days and we'll be fine.
Although we'll both miss you terribly.
And I you.
I could say no. I-I, we could stay.
Julia, the woman I fell
in love with would go.
We all have our duty
and sometimes it's
not just to each other.
- I love you, William.
- I love you.
(JULIA CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
'Til we meet again, Inspector Murdoch.
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You all right, sir?
Of course.
My wife is going to change the world.
And you?
The same as I've always done, George.
My job.
(SOFT MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(THEME MUSIC)
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