All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S18E17 James Pendrick.eng

- Sir! Mrs. Brackenreid.
- Oh!

- What are you doing in
this part of town?

- I'm escorting Margaret
to an appointment

to see a quack.
- Uh! He is a highly regarded

medicinal expert, Thomas.
(chuckling)

I've been having
the worst aches in my wrists

from typing.
(engine revving loudly)

And what this man
does is he offers cur--

(loud crash)

(screaming)

- Duty calls, darling!
You be safe.

- I will.

- Make way!
(overlapping chatter)

- An aeroplane.

Never did like them.

Always falling
from the bloody sky.

(gasps)

- Says Arcadia.

Given the size of the pilot,
I-I'd say it's a woman.

- Given the crash,
hardly surprising.

Why do I feel
we've seen this before?

- Sir!
(engine revving loudly)

- My God!

- I believe it's landing.

- Not landing.

(crashing)

(horse neighing)

(crowd gasping)

- What have we got, Murdoch?

- Sir, some sort
of flying machine.

- Sir, I think the pilot
is still in the machine!

- Be careful, George!
Don't touch any of the metal.

It may still be hot.

- Bloody hell, Murdoch.

You don't think that--?
- No, sir.

I don't think the pig
was in control of the aircraft.

Except this time, the aircraft
is piloted by a human being.

And given the heat
from the fire,

I-I would say this aircraft was
fuelled with liquid hydrogen.

- Liquid hydrogen? What's that?

- Liquid hydrogen
isn't an explosive.

It's a propellant.

Project D isn't a projectile.
It's a rocket.

(Brackenreid): Crikey.

- It certainly isn't intended
to carry an explosive.

- What's it intended
to carry then?

- Me.

- You?

- The intent of my invention

is the exact opposite of war,
Murdoch.

I seek nothing less
than to be an ambassador

to a world beyond our own.

The moon, Murdoch.

I intend to go to the moon.

- Sir, I believe we may be
looking at the piloted version

of James Pendrick's rocket.

- You don't think this had
anything to do with Pendrick?

- Sir, I-I don't believe anyone
in the world but James Pendrick

has ever built
a functioning aircraft

fuelled by liquid hydrogen.

- But the pilot's a woman.

Meaning if he built
this thing...

- Then he's responsible
for her death.

(theme music)

- This is the aircraft?
- What's left of it.

What have you learned
about the pilot, Miss Hart?

- Very little, I'm afraid.

She hadn't had any children,
nor suffered any broken bones.

Beyond that,
I can't tell you anything

given the state of the body.

- And we still have
no information

as to this aircraft's origin.

- Nor the whereabouts
of James Pendrick.

- There were a few items
on the body

that didn't burn in the fire;

a piece of melted gold.

- Could be an earring,
piece of jewelry?

- Perhaps.

But this was
of the greatest interest.

A piece of metal that
had withstood the fire.

- For it to withstand
a liquid hydrogen fire,

it would have to be made
of tungsten,

or some other steel alloy.

(Brackenreid): Something
on the back.

- Yes. "Ashmi."

I know that name.

- There's somebody
I'd like you to meet.

This is Ashmi, my assistant.

- The way you are looking at me

is both flattering
and uncomfortable.

- Pendrick's assistant.

I remember her.
She betrayed him.

- Murdoch.
- James.

- It's gone.
- What's gone?

(stammering)
- The, the formulation,

my research!
All of it! It's gone!

- Slow down! What's happened?

- I left my lab last night
to get some rest.

When I returned,
Ashmi had vanished,

and all my work along with her.

- I hate to say it,
but she may have been

planning this all along.

- But she made one mistake!

A letter, addressed to Ashmi.
From Panama City.

(revving)

- Who are you?
Identify yourself.

- You.

Pendrick's assistant.

- The name is Ashmi, Detective.

- Was she working
with him again?

- For her to have
this sort of tag,

it means she was involved
in this Arcadia Project

in some official capacity.

- But she was an expert
in pharmaceuticals.

Why would she be working
on a rocket-powered aeroplane?

- I know someone who might
be able to tell us.

- This is private property.
You must leave.

- Detective Murdoch.
I need to speak with you.

- Dr. Kemps is not here.
My name is Svetlana.

- When will she be returning?

- Soon.
- Soon?

This is a matter
of some urgency.

- He returns presently.
(chuckling)

- Janice Kemps is a man?

(panting)

(bright music)

James Pendrick.

- Hello, old friend.

- "The Exploration
of Cosmic Space

By Means of Reaction Devices"
by Konstantin Tsiolkovsky.

- It outlines the means by which
man can travel to the planets.

I had to travel to Russia
just to meet the man.

And ended up
with his brilliant daughter.

- My brilliance is like
moon next to your sun.

- Svetlana Tsiolkovsky.

We meet again.

I assume you know
why you're here?

- I have no idea.

- We're looking
for James Pendrick.

I suspect you have some idea
of his whereabouts.

- You suspect wrong.

- We found a wrecked aircraft
this morning on Gerrard Street.

It was powered
by liquid hydrogen.

- I know nothing of this.

- My constables found these
in your residence today.

Schematics for
an experimental aircraft.

- Yes. I was designing
a specialized aeroplane

with James.

It was to soar great distances

in order to deliver medicine
around the world.

- Medicine?

- James discovered
an antibacterial drug

that would be
systemically active.

- You mean it could cure
bacterial infection

anywhere in the body.

- He called
it "anti-biotic medicine."

It would cure all disease.

His dream was to have it
aerosolized

and distributed automatically
over every city in the world

through a mechanism
on the long-range aircraft.

We called the project ARCADIA.

Autonomous Rocket-Charged

Aerosolized Dispersal Aircraft.

- Also the Greek word
for Utopia.

Did it work?

- We never got that far.

Before it was completed,

James disappeared.

- And what about Ashmi Desai?

- Who?
- Mr. Pendrick's former...

I believe she was the person

piloting this aircraft
when it crashed.

- I've never heard of her.

- Did Mr. Pendrick recently
have cause

to replace you as his assistant?

- If he did,
it would break my heart.

I love James, Detective.
I always have.

(grunts)

- Well, this appears to be
the aerosolized particle device

she spoke of.

Good Lord.
- What? What is it?

(mysterious music)

- I've only seen this sort
of solution once before.

- I put a bullet between
the only eyes that ever

trusted me completely.

- Your dog contracted rabies?

- Yes.

And I swore no man would ever
have to go through what I did.

- So you attempted a cure?

- I read everything I could.

There was so much unknown.
I wanted to experiment,

but rabies takes weeks
to manifest.

I needed a version
of the disease

that would take days at best.

- So you teamed up
with Dr. Quinlan?

- Yes and we succeeded
in creating a strain

that breached
the blood-brain barrier.

- Instant rabies.

- Hello, gentlemen.

- Clegg. How's the eye?

- How did you know, Clegg?
- Soldiers of Columbia

have a thousand eyes
that never close.

It's how we knew
Mr. Pendrick had created

the most terrifying disease
humanity has ever seen.

And we couldn't
let that go to waste.

- No! Julia! No!

- If Mr. Pendrick has the cure,
she will live.

And if not? Well,
you've seen the film.

- Julia.

- Pendrick's instant rabies.

He set it up to spray
all over Toronto?

- Someone did.

Rabies can be transmitted
via aerosolized particles

through the eyes,
nose and mouth.

If this had been detonated,

it could have killed
everyone in the city.

- Why would James do that?

James was a man of peace,
not war.

- It's not yours.

I will not have my name
on a war machine.

- You betrayed your country,
sir.

- We have but one life, Murdoch.

I have to be true to myself.

- I think you're correct, sir.

I don't believe James Pendrick
was behind this.

- That's exactly right.

(tense music)

- Terence Meyers.

Why am I not surprised?

- And why are we correct?

- That James Pendrick
is not behind this,

because James Pendrick is dead.

- I can't believe James Pendrick
is dead.

How did it happen?

- Pendrick and I
had been working together

for much of the past year.
But several months ago--

- He'd been working with you?

I wouldn't expect that,
given your history.

(buzzer sounding)

- Must be Meyers.
He's in the launch room.

Don't like him snooping
around in there.

Hm.

(whistles)

Not before I'm done with it.

I'm going to launch myself
into orbit, Murdoch. Tonight.

(buzzer sounding)

(electronics beeping)

What?

- What is it?

- He's inside the rocket!
- What?

- What the devil is he doing?

- Uh-oh.

Hey! Hey!

(buzzer sounding)

- No. He couldn't have!

(shouting): No! For the love
of God! Help me!

- Meyers! Meyers!

(suspenseful music)

(loud rumbling)

(screaming)

- Damn.

(scoffs)
- Well,

Pendrick is not without
his faults,

but the man is a genius,
and in this case,

our aims aligned.

He wanted to rid the world
of disease,

and Canada had the money
to fund it.

- The Canadian government
didn't have other purposes

for a long-range
rocket-powered aircraft?

- So what happened to Pendrick?

- There was a fire
in his laboratory

several months ago,
and there were no survivors.

- An accident
with the liquid hydrogen?

- No. I believe it was a murder

by an operative
of the Ottoman Empire.

- The Ottomans?

How do they know anything
about James Pendrick?

- Ironically, through one
of Pendrick's own inventions.

- What on earth is this device?

- Images and texts are processed
by the computer

and then transmitted
to local receivers,

which are connected
to a network.

We call it
cellular telegraphy.

All our transmissions
are first recorded

to a coil of magnetic wire.

(Murdoch): What am I
looking at here?

- He was a participant
in our Face Space.

- Face Space?

- When a group of people
gather together

in a mutual conversation,
we call it a Chat Space.

When they transmit images,
we call it a Face Space.

It's just marketing.
- Oh.

- So you can send a message
to anyone in the world

with this?
- If they have a Portal, yes.

We currently have
a thousand machines.

We want to make that a million.
And then a billion.

- Pendrick Parlour.

I thought he shut that down.

- Well, the Parlour
is the machines,

so as long as people use them,
they exist.

- What did you know about it?

- Canada became aware
of Pendrick's Parlour

as an alternative means
of encrypted communication.

Much more secure than trusting
a mail carrier

or a telegraph operator.

Unfortunately,
the Ottomans gained access.

- Not so secure after all.

- These days we have much more
secure passcodes.

In the past, everyone used
the names of their pets.

- George Crabtree, I presume.

- Ah, yes. We met yesterday.
- Not by name.

I'm Melody Struthers,
assistant machine instructor.

So I was able to reverse
engineer the passcode.

- And it was Tesla. So?

- Tesla was the name
of Pendrick's dog at the time.

- Coincidence?
- Yes, it has to be.

- What was your passcode?
- Violet.

- Who's Violet?
- She was my dog.

But this is Pendrick
we're talking about.

I mean, he-he's trying
to save humanity,

not destroy it.

- But the Ottomans
cracked the code,

intercepted our messages,
found out about ARCADIA,

and conscripted
someone to steal it.

- How?

- They used sophisticated
recruitment techniques

to find a vulnerable
Canadian Parlour user

on something called Chat Space.

- They turned an ordinary
Canadian into an Ottoman agent

simply by typing a few lies
from somewhere around the world?

- Murdoch, manipulating
a simple mind

is easier than one might think.

One simply has to inundate
the target with misinformation

and then convince him
he has to commit acts of treason

in order to save the world.

- So Pendrick was killed
by some half-wit

sitting behind a computer?

- And that half-wit
stole the plans for ARCADIA,

built a biological weapon

that is capable of killing
the citizens of Toronto.

- How do you know about this?

- We monitor all
Parlour transmissions.

- Then why didn't you simply
stop this plot

to kill all the citizens
of Toronto?

- Because we didn't know
if the threat was credible.

We didn't know that the Ottomans
actually had instant rabies.

Plus, Pendrick's Parlour
is filled with a myriad

of schemes, many of them
nothing more

than the fantasies
of schoolboys.

It is, indeed,
a chaotic web of darkness.

- Why the Ottomans?
- Because the Ottomans

have aligned themselves
with the Germans

and the Austrians
against the Entente.

They anticipate a war
the likes of which

the world has never seen.

With this technology,
it ends before it begins.

- By exterminating the enemy.

- We need to find who did this
before they try it again.

- Even if some Parlour half-wit

was able to steal
Pendrick's schematics,

there is no way they could
build the ARCADIA.

They would have
to have had help.

Oh, no.

She's gone!

Miss Tsiolkovsky! Stop!

- What are you doing?
Why did you run?

- You built ARCADIA, didn't you?

- It's true. I did.

But I had nothing to do
with turning it into a weapon.

I built it for love.

(breathing heavily)

- Svetlana!
- Oh! James! James.

How did you find me?

- Who are you working for,
Miss Tsiolkovsky?

- I don't know his name.
He's from the government.

He told me we would split
four million dollars.

He told me the rocket
would never have to fire.

- Why?

- I did it for you, my love!

- Me?

- You are the greatest man
I've ever known.

What you could do
with two million dollars!

Forget the moon!
You could bring to mankind

all the benefits of science.

A brave new world
would be yours to create.

- Whatever she did,
she did it for me.

Perhaps I'm not such a bad judge
of character after all.

- James and I have always
loved each other.

I wanted to complete his vision.

- You did it with the help
of the Ottomans.

- What? I don't know
what you mean.

- How did the rabies virus
end up on the aircraft?

A-And why did
the aircraft crash?

- I don't know.

- Then why did you lie to us?

- I knew you would blame me
for the death of Ashmi.

- So you did know her.

- A group of James'
former assistants came together,

myself and Ashmi,

as well as Sam Trenwith
and Melody Struthers.

- It's gone! Ashmi!

- Yes, Mr. Pendrick?
- Where is it?

Who's been in my safe?
- No one.

No one but you.

- And lastly, my assistant,

Mr. Sam Trenwith, without whom
I'd be entirely lost.

- Now, that is just
shameless flattery,

but it does happen to be true.

- Sir! We went through
the contents

of Mr. Trenwith's desk.

Uh, he seems to have
an odd preoccupation

with Mr. Pendrick, sir.

Found poems.

- You knew he was going
to test his theory.

- I couldn't let the information
get out,

not on the eve
of the share offering.

James needs that money
for phase one.

- Mr. Trenwith, there isn't
going to be a phase one.

Mr. Pendrick's flash won't work.

- As of this particular moment,
maybe.

But James will figure it out.

He always does.
He is a genius.

- Whatever did I do
to deserve such loyalty?

- I believe he was
in love with you.

- I'm Melody Struthers,
assistant machine instructor.

- I'm not sure what that means.

- It means I write
coded instructions

for the machines,

and Professor Harding
gets the credit.

- Ah!
- We'll be working together.

You come up with
brilliant ideas,

and I'll explain
in boring detail

why they can't work.

- Are you also considered
indispensable

to the future of the humanity?

- I'm needed
for my innovative approach

to applied mathematics.

- Ah, indeed. Uh, Dr. Ogden,
this is Melody Struthers.

- Do you know
what this is all about?

- Not the foggiest.
And if anyone else does,

they're not saying.

- We all wanted to honour James.

We would never betray him
by building a weapon.

- I'm sorry to have
to tell you this,

but...

James Pendrick is dead.

- We feared this
might be the case.

We worked on ARCADIA hoping
every day for his return,

but knowing, perhaps,
we were building his monument.

- Thomas! Where were you?

You were supposed to pick me up
at my appointment.

- Bloody hell, woman.
I've got things on my mind.

(whispering): Don't you speak
to me like that.

- Margaret,
James Pendrick is dead.

- Oh, no, Thomas, I'm so sorry.

- So am I.

(laughing)

- Um, excuse me.

Sir?

James Pendrick!

- Murdoch!

- What's so amusing?
- Nothing. Nothing.

- What are you doing here?
- I just popped in to see

my old friend, Tommy Two Cakes.
- I told you about that!

- Oh, you like the name
fine enough!

- I ran into James
at the World's Fair.

He showed me around.
- Not as much as you did me.

Your inspector is a man
of great appetite.

- I just wish I had time
to see everything

the fair had to offer.

- You might have,
had you not spent so much time

on Mr. Ferris' wheel.
- It was like flying!

- Man's achievements
when gathered together

are an impressive sight.
- You can say that again, James.

Those Egyptians
were a clever bunch.

I never knew that about them.

- We flew!

- I'm sorry, Murdoch?

- We flew, over the falls.

Now that was something.

- Yes. Yes, of course.

But, you know,
what is interesting, Thomas,

is that Egyptians aside,
the most impressive achievements

on view at the fair
have all come into being

in the last ten years.

I'm leaving on the next train,

but it is a journey
fraught with danger.

I only wish I had a partner.

(Murdoch): Sir, are you quite
sure about this?

- Of course he is. It'll be
the adventure of a lifetime.

Tom, the journey begins.

- You only live once.
Why not make it forever?

Come here, Margaret.

- I'll miss him.

- Of course you will.

I'll go home
and make some dinner.

William, you are welcome
to join us.

- Thank you.

- You all right, Murdoch?

You probably knew him the best.

- Oh, I don't know, sir.

I suppose you're right.

- Sir, look out!

- James Pendrick.

- Detective Murdoch.
We meet again.

- It's flying! We're flying!

- What did you expect, man?
I'm James Pendrick.

(laughing)

You've all noticed these.

They're very easy to use.
Simply affix them like this.

Now, prepare to be transported
to a new world!

A world where all your senses
are engaged.

(snarling)

- Oh!

(roaring)

(laughing)

Moving pictures
are this century's

predominant form
of entertainment.

I'm willing to bet on it,
for young and old.

- I highly doubt that.
(laughing)

- How many bombs have
you defused, Murdoch?

- Uh, two?

- That's two more than I.

(bright music)

I have an extra gliding suit,
Murdoch.

- Ah, ah!

- Are you all right, Murdoch?
We parachuted late.

- I flew! I actually flew!
(laughing)

- Yes. It's quite something,
isn't it?

- Yes!

- The launch tube
and control room are over there.

- I flew!

Sir, I don't think
James Pendrick

would want our tears.

He would want us
to clear his good name.

- You're spot on, Murdoch.

- So? Progress?

- We'll be keeping
Miss Tsiolkovsky in custody

until we know more.

But I believe another
of Mr. Pendrick's assistants

could be the Ottoman operative
we're looking for.

- Figure it out, gentlemen.
In the meantime,

I'll be taking the rabies.
It's an asset

of the Canadian government.
- Fine. We don't want it here.

- Where is it?

- What?
- The rabies vial!

It was right there,
and now it's gone.

- Then the operative we seek
is within this station house.

- The vial was stolen
within the last hour.

We've checked Miss Tsiolkovsky,
but she's clean.

- One of your constables, then.

(Brackenreid): My men
are trustworthy.

- I'm sure most of your men
are trustworthy, sir,

but one of them may well
be a spy.

We should kill them all
just to be sure.

- It could also have been
the Chief Constable,

or myself, for that matter.
Do you propose

to kill us, as well?

Every man here will be checked.

No one comes in or goes out
until we find the vial.

- You have the afternoon
to find the culprit.

- Where are you going?

- I have to attend to
a matter of... well, you know.

- Mr. Meyers,

just as the chief constable
and myself

could be the culprit,

so could you.

- I beg your pardon?

- You were here
in the station house unattended

the entire time we chased down
Miss Tsiolkovsky.

- Murdoch, have I
ever lied to you?

I'm Lyle Anderson. And you are?

I became God.

- It's time for the truth,
Meyers.

- I've told you the truth.

I never did say McCarthy
was real. I just...

neglected to tell you he wasn't.

- Enough lies, Mr. Meyers!

- I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- You actually own
an insurance company?

- Yes, I do.

No, not at-- Not at all, sir.

I-I regret if you inferred
that I was inferring that--

Enough.

I cede the point. Go ahead.

(curious music)

- What's this?

- I was testing
a new fountain pen.

You quite finished?

- I don't trust him, Murdoch.
- Neither do I.

- Do you think he took the vial?
- I have no idea.

But I'd like to find out
what he's up to.

Do you still have
the Pendrick Portal

in your office?
- No, no, no, no.

I got too wrapped up in it.

(laughing)
Look at this:

someone sent out a photo
of a cat

hanging from a clothesline.
(laughing)

Bloody priceless!

I was going to throw it
in the garbage,

but then Margaret took to it.

- Your wife has been using
a Pendrick Portal?

- Ah! She types nonstop.
She's at it night and day.

Ah, Margaret!

- Mrs. Brackenreid.

I must say I'm surprised
to learn

that you are
a Parlour machine user.

- Oh, it's a marvel.

You can speak to anyone on here.

We trade recipes and remedies.

I found out about the man
who is healing my wrists

from a Parlour user.

- You got medical advice
from a stranger

communicating to you
through a computer?

Why not seek care from
the Women's College Hospital?

- I like to do my own research.

- I told you. Addicted.

Margaret, we need to use
the portal for a few minutes.

- Oh. Fine.
(computer beeps)

Just let me know
when you're finished.

- Put the kettle on.

What are you thinking, Murdoch?

- Well, sir, I believe
the slip of paper

in Meyers' pocket
is his passcode.

If so, it will
grant us access

to all of his communications,
no matter how secretive.

Have you gained access
to the machine yet?

- Not yet.
- We need to reconfigure

the passcode manually.

- What's in here, then?

- Hopefully Mr. Cormac's
latest transmissions.

- So you can send a message

to anyone in the world
with this?

- I want to bring the world
together, Inspector.

The free exchange of ideas
between people and peoples.

- I just want to send a message
without talking to anyone.

- I've managed to access
some of the blocked sections.

- Bloody hell. He's naked.

Meyers keeps the passcode
in his pocket?

- He said the government
mandated greater security.

A random string of letters
and numbers

is much more difficult
to remember.

- Well, how did you remember it?
You only saw it for a second.

- Well, I don't know,
I just remember things.

- It worked.
- Right.

A number of the messages
reference a specific location,

a 77 Amelia Street.

I-It must be the location of
some sort of government asset.

- Another aircraft perhaps?

- Oh, possibly.
He calls it "Jade Neck Prism."

- Hm. What's that?

- Perhaps it's a refractory
weapon of some kind.

(typing, beeping)

Oh, here, sir.

A message from Meyers
just this morning

telling someone that he will be
at the Amelia Street location

later today,

and that person then in turn

replied that the access protocol

has changed to,
"Ask for Mr. George."

- So he's there now.

- Hm.
- What are we waiting for?

- Ah.

- I told you, addicted.

She didn't even
put the kettle on.

(clears throat)

- Oh!
(laughing)

The witticisms!

(indistinct chatter)

- Must be the wrong place.

Maybe 77 Amelia Street
is code for something.

- Pardon me, sir.

(clears throat)

We're looking for Mr. George.

- There is no one
by that name here.

- Let's get out of here,
Murdoch.

- Sir.

(mysterious music)

- King George.

- What the...?

How did you find me?

- Forget about that!
What are you hiding from us?

Did you take that vial?

- You are on the site
of a top-secret operation.

You have to leave, now!

- Tell us what you're hiding.

And what's this Jade Neck Prism?
A weapon?

- I will tell you nothing!
Both of you, out!

- Oh!

He's not hiding a device.

He's hiding a man.

- What?

- Jade Neck Prism.

It's an anagram.
- Wow.

(breathing heavily)

Dr. Janice Kemps.

It's an anagram
for James Pendrick.

- Hello, old friend.

- All right, come out!

- An anagram for...

James Pendrick.

- You're alive.

- Indeed I am.

- Are you're working
with Agent Terence Meyers?

- In a manner of speaking.

I was kidnapped and placed
into servitude

by the Canadian government.

Meyers is forcing me to develop
ARCADIA as a tool for war.

- As a deterrent.

- Regardless, I'm being
held captive. Again.

(dart whipping)

(grunts)

- Mr. Pendrick?

(grunts)

(dart whipping)

(grunts)

- Now, Mr. Pendrick,
tell me what I need to know.

- Any success, Mr. Pendrick?
- Not as yet.

- That's unfortunate.

You see, I'm under some
time pressure here.

I would hate to think
you were... stalling.

- I'm working as fast as I can.

What you're asking is difficult.

- Not as difficult as failure.

Let me assure you.

- It's for the good of Canada.
Have I not made you

comfortable, hm?
Provided you

with every resource, luxury?

- I am literally shackled!

- Because if you weren't,
you would run,

and if you ran,
you would be killed.

- Meyers, this is bloody mad.

Where's the rabies virus?

- Stolen by the Ottomans,
presumably.

However, just like ARCADIA,

we have no idea
how they stole it.

- Well, I might be
at fault there, actually.

- I beg your pardon.

- I've been hiding
my true progress on ARCADIA

to prevent you
from weaponizing it.

Instead, I've been feeding
my research to my team.

- Your team? How?

- I used your portal.

- It's impossible. We monitor

all transmissions
on the portals.

- We use a back-door channel
engineered by Cat Lady.

- Your pseudonym is Cat Lady?

- Yes. I like cats.

- Melody Struthers.
But clearly the plan was folly.

Someone must have infiltrated
my assistant's operation

and weaponized ARCADIA.

- One of your assistants
has been compromised

by the Ottomans?

- Any idea who?
- No.

But I know who it isn't.

And she can help us.

- James, I feared I would
never see you again!

- Hoping we would be reunited

is the only thing
that gave me reason to go on.

- All right, enough.
Please, who is the spy?

- Well, I know it wasn't
Svetlana.

We installed
a fail-safe on ARCADIA,

a self-destruct feature
that only she and I knew about.

She's the only one
I truly trusted.

- It's true.
I destroyed ARCADIA.

- Because it had been outfitted
with a biological weapon?

- Yes. I discovered Ashmi
was a spy.

I confronted her,
and she tried to kill me.

I escaped.

When I saw ARCADIA taking off,

I knew I had to stop
the operation.

- Why didn't you simply
tell us about all of this?

- I trust no one but James.

- And the other assistants?

- They fled.
That was always the plan

if something went wrong.

I am so sorry, James.
I destroyed our dream.

- You saved every man,
woman, and child in the city.

- All right, well,
if Ashmi was the spy,

then that problem is solved.
But...

the vial was stolen
after the crash,

which means that someone else,
someone else working

in this station house,
is also working

on behalf of the Ottomans.

- What is this?

- Oh, this is Ashmi Desai's
identity tag.

- No. This.

- Oh, it's, uh, filigreed metal
of some kind.

I assume she was wearing
jewelry at the time.

- This does not belong to Ashmi.

- Of course.

- I'm Melody Struthers,
assistant machine instructor.

- The gold plating
has melted off,

but this is the tie pin
always worn by Melody Struthers.

- So she's the one
who died in the crash.

- Ashmi knew I was onto her.

She must have known her flight
could be compromised.

- So she was forced
into the pilot's seat

and her identity tags
were exchanged.

Oh, Melody!

(phone ringing)

- Detective Murdoch.

- So Ashmi is still alive.

But she was never here.

How could the vial have been
stolen without us noticing?

(Murdoch clears throat)
- It's her.

- Ashmi? What does she want?

- James.

(tense music)

- Ashmi.

- Hello, James.

- What do you want? ARCADIA?

- I already have the plans
to rebuild ARCADIA.

I want you dead.

And I have something to trade.

Mrs. Brackenreid.

(breathing heavily)

- She has your wife, Tom.

- Margaret. Are you all right?

- Thomas, I'm so sorry!

I met her at the Parlour
and she said that your life

was in danger, and that stealing
that vial would save you!

(Ashmi): Enough.
- If you harm her...

- Hm. Bring me James Pendrick.

Or your wife will be injected
with a dose of rabies

that will kill her
in a matter of minutes.

- What? No! No! Ah!

(Ashmi laughing)

(tense music)

- I am sorry, Tom.

Pendrick's too important.

- You're going to let her die?!

- It will be all right, sir.

We just need to focus.

Right, now, if Ashmi
intends to use the rabies

as a weapon...

then we could...

- It's dangerous, Murdoch.
- We would only need...

- I have some in my lab.

- But of course,
then we would have to...

- It's too big.

- Unless...
- Of course.

I will return to you.
I will return.

- All right, Ashmi.

You have me.
Now let Margaret go.

- Not until I am certain.

First, you must die.

- Fine. Do what you must.

- No, Pendrick.
You mustn't. You--

(Margaret gasps)

- There.

It's done. Now let her go.

- Thank you.

- Only a matter of minutes now.

Are you ready to die,
James Pendrick?

- Not just yet.

(spray hissing)

- What is this?

- The antidote. Aerosolized.

- The house is surrounded.

Ashmi Desai,
you are under arrest.

- What happens to Ashmi now?

- She will be coming with me.

She stole the plans for ARCADIA

and needed Pendrick dead

so he wouldn't
build it for Canadians.

- And what about Svetlana?

- She and Pendrick will also
be coming with me

as they will be
rebuilding ARCADIA.

- This is outrageous.
I caught your spy

and returned honourably!
Svetsi saved the city

from total eradication.
We deserve our freedom!

- Pendrick, the world
will be at war unless one side,

preferably ours, doesn't have
the deterrent to stop it.

Your jobs are not done.
Let's go.

- I don't think so.

- Get out of the way, Tom.

- They're free to go.

- They are not free to go.

Get out of the way, now.

- James saved my wife.

You were willing to let her die.

If you want him, you're going
to have to go through me.

- I demand you step aside. Now.

- No.

Murdoch, get them out of here.

- The government of Canada
commands you to step aside!

- I take orders from the King.

And the King is instructing me

to knock your bloody
head clean off! Sunshine.

- But is the world still
not in danger?

Terence Meyers
has the plans for ARCADIA

that had been stolen by Ashmi.

- The plans are useless.

- Much like the self-destruct
feature,

there are several crucial pieces

missing from
the written schematics.

Only Svetsi and I know
the missing elements.

- We had to keep the technology

from falling
into the wrong hands.

- The only two people
who can rebuild ARCADIA

are standing right here,

and we will never do it again.

- But not even to cure
humanity of all diseases?

- Humanity cannot be trusted.

Thank you, Murdoch.

Once again.

- I hope we meet again someday.

- Given that every time we do,

the fate of the world seems
to hang in the balance,

I sincerely hope we don't.

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