Original subtitles

- 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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