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- A fire-fighting robot, George?
- Yes sir.

Imagine it, with heat-sensing eyes,

moving towards the fire wielding a hose!

- Could one build such a thing, sir?
- I suppose...

Have you considered the potential effect

such a machine will have on humankind?

Well, yes. This one would put out fires.

But if these robots can
supplant a person's vocation,

their very source of meaning in life,

what will become of them?

In this case, it would take
over a dangerous occupation,

potentially saving lives.

And what happens when this automation

spreads to other duties, like our own?

A robot constable, sir!

Robocopper.

Good morning, Mr. Dilbert.

Ah. Good morning, Detective Murdoch.

Mr. Dilbert, Detective
Watts, Constable Crabtree.

Very good. Well, nice to see
you, Detective. But I can't dally.

Mr. Dilbert supervised
Inspector Brackenreid

when he was dismissed and
sent to work at City Records.

Got along like chalk
and cheese I'd imagine.

- You know, I always thought...
- In a few minutes,

we will encounter two prime examples

of Toronto's prosperity
and modern architecture

in the form of the Gooderham Building,

and the Board of Trade Building.

Home to Gooderham and Worts,

it is a notable flatiron building.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Dilbert.

Isn't it nice today?

Right.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh my goodness!

My chickens! They're escaping!

- John! Are you all right?
- Just got a fright is all.

She thinks her leg is broken.

John, go to the call box
and call for an ambulance.

And notify Station House Number Four,

- have them fetch Doctor Ogden.
- Yes, sir.

You there! What have you done?

Look what you've done to
my carriage, you idiot!

Do you not see we had the right of way?

You entered the crossing early.

We entered at exactly
the right time, you...

you bumble-fisted mutt!

- Do you not know where your brake pedal is?
- Gentlemen, gentlemen, please.

I... I stood on my brakes,
there was no time to stop!

- Here.
- Detective!

Oh dear.

Mr. Dilbert.

- Are you all right?
- Quite all right.

That's lucky, isn't it?

Yes, quite.

George...

- call for a second ambulance.
- Yes, sir.

Isn't this unfortunate?

An ambulance will be
on its way, Mr. Dilbert.

You foresee I'll have
to go to the hospital?

Well, yes.

I'm expected to open the office.

Are you in pain, Mr. Dilbert?

Well, now, I can manage.

Remarkable.

I am squeezed rather tightly, though.

Perhaps if this gentleman could
put his automobile in reverse?

Sir, John is fetching
a second ambulance.

Right. George,

the automobile's fender
is jammed in the wagon.

- We need tools.
- Right.

Oi! You there! Come here, young man.

- Do you know where May Street is?
- Yes, sir.

I want you to go to Bloom and
Crabtree's, find Sam Bloom,

tell him you need metal cutters.
Tell him George sent you.

- Quick as a wink now!
- Right away, sir!

Some people shouldn't be
allowed to drive motorcars.

You'll pay for the
damage to my carriage!

I'm under no obligation.

- Well, how do you like this for obligation? Huh?
- All right! That's enough, gentlemen.

Calm down.

I'm a very good driver!

I avoided the little baby, didn't I?

You bloody well didn't avoid me!

What baby?

A woman with a pram crossed
the street right in front of me.

I yanked my steering
wheel to avoid hitting her.

Saved that baby's life.

And this is the thanks I get!

Miss Sommer needs medical attention.

- The ambulance has been called.
- Well, you might tell her that.

She doesn't understand a thing I say.

- She says she wants a refund on your tour.
- Refund!

That fellow in the motorcar
can pay the refunds.

- I want his name.
- Excuse me, Constable.

- Could I offer any assistance here?
- Hello. Very good of you to stop, Miss...

Nurse Liston.

- Are there any injured?
- This woman has a broken leg.

And there's a chap pinned
by a motorcar over here.

He seems in a bad way...

Allow me to take you to him.

How long is this going to take?

Oh, good! A nurse!

Can you tell me? I
think I broke my nose.

Certainly, I'll have a look.
Come and take a seat over here...

- I believe this gentleman...
- This will only take a moment.

... over here is more seriously injured.

Ahem! Ahem!

Cars and carriages are backed up.

Police constables are on their way.

They'll help to redirect
traffic around the accident.

Fine for some, but
I'm on tracks. You see?

Tracks run through here.

You'll have to shift this lot out.

We have injured parties, sir.

I keep a schedule, sir.

- Folks like to reckon on it.
- Nothing will be moving

until medical assistance arrives.

In the meantime we could use a crowbar.

- Perhaps you could help find one?
- Mm.

Come on, let's clear this!

What's going on?

All right, Mr. Flannery.

Brace yourself,

this will hurt.

Hey there! What do
you think you're doing?

Help me unhitch these horses right away.

But I've got to be on my way!

As long as this man is trapped,
your wagon is going nowhere.

- Right.
- Thank you.

OK, help me get them back in.

Oh! Oh! Chickens!

How am I supposed to fix this?

This?! Be thankful you're not hurt.

That's all gonna
change once Mr. Nicastro

sees how banged up his vehicle is!

I'm gonna catch a whooping
if I don't make this delivery.

Well, listen. We'll
round up these chickens

and then we'll get a few lads
together and set your wagon straight.

John?

- You all right, son?
- I'm in one piece.

Oh, thank God for that.

If anything happened to you,

your mother would have
my guts for garters.

All right, lads.

Let's see how many
chickens you can catch each.

Get that out of the way!

Mr. Dilbert? Bloody hell.

Hello, Inspector.

Good to see you.

- Bad circumstances.
- Well, now, let's...

let's hope it looks worse than it is.

Do you mind if this nurse
has a look, Mr. Dilbert?

Let's get him out of here, Murdoch.

Sir, the motorcar is
caught up on the wagon,

and we're waiting an ambulance.

I suppose there may be an
extended stay at the hospital.

It's most inconvenient.

How will City Records run without you?

Very poorly.

William!

I'm glad you're here!

Excuse me.

- William.
- Right this way.

- Are there many injured?
- There's a woman on the other side of the carriage

who fell off when the
motorcar struck them.

She appears to have a broken leg.

The driver of this motorcar has an
injury to his face. And this man...

- Isn't that Mr. Dilbert?
- It is.

He's pinned there.

I'm attempting to
separate the automobile

from the wagon where it's fetched up.

What are his injuries?

I don't know, he claims
to not be in pain,

but I suspect it's much
worse than he's saying.

He's a very stoic sort.

Doctor.

Hello, Mr. Dilbert.

Ah, Doctor Ogden.
Aren't I popular today?

You certainly have our attention.

I'll examine Mr. Dilbert.

You assess the woman on the other side,

and then we'll decide who
goes to the hospital first.

I'll go with you and make introductions.

How am I doing?

It's a very good sign that
you're conscious and alert.

It means that your
blood pressure is good.

Hello, I'm Nurse Liston.

Here you are!

- Thank you, Mr... ?
- Hubert.

Now I got you your crowbar, I see
you got your medical assistance,

how much longer would you say?

- Not long now.
- 5, 10 minutes?

What's the holdup?

Ah, good man, that was very quick!

Thank you sir!

Sir.

Ah. Thank you, George.

Right, could you please
get in the motorcar

and steer it as we push
it back on my say so.

OK, sir.

Miss Sommer took issue with my
pronunciation and banished me.

Can I be of some assistance here?

- Mm, yes.
- Inspector.

All set, Mr. Dilbert?

I am ready.

- One, two, three...
- Stop!

Don't move the motorcar.

Why not?

We'll be back in a moment, Mr. Dilbert.

Mr. Dilbert's pelvis is badly crushed.

And he's bleeding internally.

But there's hardly any blood.

He's not bleeding much now
because of the tamponade effect

- created by the motorcar itself.
- Well, what does that mean?

It means the motorcar
is holding him together.

When we move it, he'll
begin to bleed profusely.

It's likely Mr. Dilbert
will not survive.

That all sounds a bit grim.

Doctor, look at him.
He's barely sweating.

Yes, but he will have had
damage to major arteries.

When we move the motorcar, there's...

The poor bugger isn't going
to make it out alive, is he?

I'm afraid not.

Would you like me to explain it to him?

I'll tell him.

Very well.

Nurse, shall we check
on the other patient?

Of course.

Sir, one other thing.

Not as dire as Mr.
Dilbert's predicament,

- but I noticed it nonetheless.
- What is it?

When I pushed on the brake
in Mr. Flannery's motorcar,

it seemed unusually loose.

Let's have a look.

- What's happening?
- What did the doctor say?

The inspector will explain.

We just need to look at something.

Well... look at that.

Sir, some of these strands look frayed,

but most look clean cut.

If the wire was partially cut,

the brakes would work for a time.

Until he hit the brakes hard here.

This is not normal wear and
tear, sir, I can tell you.

No. Not normal at all.

This was no accident.

- The way the doctor describes it...
- You needn't repeat yourself.

I am sorry, Inspector Brackenreid.

- Tom. Please, Tom.
- But I just cannot believe

that doctor can know
her head from her elbow.

I feel just fine. Don't I look fine?

- Remarkably well, under the circumstances.
- Isn't she a coroner?

I mean, she's not even a proper doctor.

How many automobile accidents
has she attended before this one?

None that I know of.

Precisely. Precisely my point.

I will be going home
when this is all over.

Here! Here! Agh!

Last one.

What about my wagon?

Never fear. Me and the Constables

will have you on your way. Lads! John!

Who would want to hurt me?

Nobody!

I'm a friend to all I meet.

Although... I suppose my best chum

is a bit off me at the moment.

- What's his name?
- Ian Porter.

I had a little flirt with his fiancée.

- Oh, very good.
- Then there's my stepfather.

He's never truly taken a shine to me.

I do believe he's the one who convinced
Mama to cut me out of her will.

And I suppose you could say
my college roommate and, well,

pretty much all of my rowing
teammates, come to that.

But most people like me.

Except that fellow
at the pub last night.

You were at that pub last night?

There's no crime in that, is there?

Where was your motorcar
parked while you were inside?

On the street outside my rooms.

I live a couple blocks away.

Well, the man from the pub
may have followed you there.

What a ridiculous thought, surely.

Someone has tampered with your motorcar.

John! Give us a hand.

Certainly.

Do you think we can move this
wagon up and away from the wall?

With a couple more men, sure.

- Or three.
- All right, then.

Gentlemen! gentlemen!

We need this autocar moved
off as soon as possible.

All right lads, on one.

Three, two, one!

Holy heart of Mary!

John!

- Fetch the fire department.
- Yes, sir.

A few minutes later and
I'd be driving to the office

out on Glen Road, across the ravine.

Perhaps that was the idea, Detective.

Have my brakes snap

and I drive right into the ravine!

If someone wanted to
do you serious harm.

Bad luck, eh, sir?

Sorry about that.

Not at all.

I'm sure you did your best to stop.

Do you know the name of the
man that you quarreled with

at the pub last night, Mr. Flannery?

Do you really think it could be him?

I suppose you must ask.

Bob?

Bill?

Martin? I... I don't know.

Oh, but I'd wager the
barmaid would know him.

Good day, gentlemen.

We'll be open in 10 minutes.

I cross this street every day. I never

expected it to be rife with danger.

Is there anyone we can call,

someone who needs to know
you've had an accident?

My parents are gone some years now.

I never married.

I regret that.

John!

Fancy a whiskey, Mr. Dilbert?

I never drink in the morning.

Of course not. Neither do I.

But if ever there was a day to start.

I suppose you're right.

- John, get some whiskeys.
- Make mine a double.

Atta boy, Mr. Dilbert. Same for me too.

- Mr. Dilbert.
- Doctor.

The patient with the broken
leg is ready to be transported.

But the second ambulance
hasn't arrived yet.

- Where the bloody hell is it?
- It may not come.

We need to decide whether
Miss Sommer goes first,

or Mr. Dilbert.

- If we move him to an ambulance now...
- Yes.

But if Miss Sommer goes first,

it may be some time before
the ambulance returns.

- Give the German the wagon.
- Very well.

How's that poor man doing?

As well as could be expected.

Here. Take him the whole bottle.

I could set my clock by
that little man who got hit.

He walks by every day at the same time.

Did you see the accident?

No. I was late opening today.

My mother's ill.

One of the men involved
claims he was here last night,

and may have gotten into an
argument with another man.

I saw Mr. Flannery out
there. He's a regular.

Not a drunk, but more the sort
who's always looking for a chat,

but he rubs people the
wrong way, you know?

Oh, most definitely.

- Who was he arguing with?
- It might've been someone called Bill or Bob?

Jeremy. Jeremy Hunter.

Stopping for a drink, are you?

You told me you would have
this cleared away in 10 minutes.

Now, that's not exactly
what I said, Mr. Hubert.

- It's been 15.
- We have injured parties.

You said you wanted an
ambulance, an ambulance came.

You said you wanted a crowbar,
I went and got you a crowbar.

Everyone is doing their job.
You'll just have to be patient.

I have been good and patient!

And now I'd like to get through
instead of sitting on my arse all day

with a hot carload of angry passengers.

We'll get it cleared
away as soon as possible.

- Bulls...
- If you get yourself arrested, Mr. Hubert,

you won't be taking
your passengers anywhere.

I'm telephoning my manager.

All right, lads.

Ready?

Three, two, one!

No! The pigs! The pigs! Oh, the pigs!

- Don't let them get away!
- All right, lads.

- Come back!
- Three, two, one!

All right.

- To friends.
- To friends.

May I be in heaven before
the devil knows I'm dead.

I doubt you'll end up
anywhere near the devil,

but I'll drink to that just the same.

Five minutes earlier.

Or five minutes later.

But the office must be unlocked at 8:55,

the same time every day.

You can't think like that, Dilton.

No matter what you do, you
can't try and control everything.

Bad things just happen.

And today it's happening to me.

Is there anyone I can call?

I've already said there's no one.

A priest, maybe?

The afterlife is the
least of my concerns, Tom.

I still have work to do.

There is someone I'd like to see.

Yes?

There are a number of open
projects on my desk. There is...

one other city employee competent
enough to resolve them if I am...

unable to fulfill my duty.

All right. So, who can I call?

Miss Mildred Ash.

A trustworthy public servant, yes.

She works in the Sewage Department.

Constable!

Go to the Sewage Department
at the municipal offices

- and fetch Miss Millicent...
- Mildred.

Mildred Ash.

And be quick about it.

Careful there, boy!

Don't let him get away!

Over here!

Agh! Stop moving!

I got it!

What's this?

Do you think it's that lady's pram?

From the accident?

What do you suppose
it's doing back here?

There's no baby.

Does that seem odd to you, George?

It does, John.

- So the pram was just here?
- Yes, sir.

- No sign of a baby?
- No, sir.

Do you think this has anything to do

with the sabotage of
Mr. Flannery's motorcar?

What if there never
was a baby in the pram?

What if it was a ruse to
cause Mr. Flannery to swerve?

Then why would she
abandon her coat there?

There seem to be several people
who would wish Mr. Flannery harm.

Perhaps the woman in the
orange coat was one of them.

Right. George, John,

canvass the area and see
if anyone can give you

a description of the woman
who was pushing the pram.

Sir.

Oh, dear.

Put that camera away!

Can you tell me about the
situation here, Inspector?

Everything that needs to
be done is getting done.

Mr... the gentleman doesn't
want any photographs.

- Can you tell me his name?
- No.

He wants his privacy.

Now please, move along, young lady.

Do you want to be part of
the story yourself, Inspector?

It's Inspector Thomas C. Brackenreid.

- B-R-A-C-K...
- Inspector!

Rein her in, Crabtree!

Miss Cherry, what are you doing here?

Lord knows what I'll do now.

Everything's going to be fine.

Mr. Flannery.

We believe the woman pushing the pram

may be involved in the plot to harm you.

You don't say?

The ladies usually like me.

You said she stepped
out in front of you.

You must have seen her. Think.

Did she look at all familiar?

It all happened so fast.

And... I only had eyes
on the pram, trying

- to avoid hitting it, you know.
- This is the coat she was wearing.

Perhaps it belongs to someone you know?

I'm sorry. I can't help you, Detectives.

Well, I was driving up on
this long line of vehicles

and I realised something quite
serious must have happened here.

Right, so you thought you would
come take a look for yourself?

I'm tired of apologising to
you for doing my job, George.

It's terribly boring after a while.

I wonder you don't ask
Miss Bloom the same.

Well, I like Miss Bloom.

I'm sorry, it's just...

this is the... the worst
day of this chap's life.

Perhaps instead of worrying about
taking his photo, you could...

find some way of helping.

Thank you for that, Tom.

Some people are daft as muck.

That's exactly what
my father used to say.

- Was he from Yorkshire?
- His parents were.

He died in his bed at the age of 65.

I expected the same.

Hoped for the same.

You don't deserve this, Dilton.

Did you know that before I
became manager at City Records,

it was my job to file
death certificates?

I put them all in their correct places.

I didn't think often
about the lives lived.

It occurs to me now...

that's quite odd.

When one deals in the business of death

it's best not to look too close.

No.

No. One must perform one's function.

Thank you. Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

Did you see the accident
here this morning?

Oh, sir, did you see the
accident here this morning?

Do you recall a woman pushing a pram?

A woman wearing this coat?

- Wearing an orange coat, pushing a pram.
- This one.

Did you happen to see her face?

Mr. Dilbert!

Oh!

Thank you for coming, Miss Ash.

- This is my friend, Inspector Brackenreid.
- Pleasure.

The Constable came to fetch me.

I feared you were hurt.

Well it seems I am.

I'm...

- I will be incapacitated for quite some time.
- Oh my goodness,

I'm sorry to hear it.

Thank you.

I called for you because I wished

to ask for your assistance in completing

the filing of my report on the
water treatment applications.

Of course I will do whatever
you need, Mr. Dilbert.

Very well.

That puts my mind at ease.

Mr. Flannery seems to have an injury

to his midsection. Did you examine him?

- I haven't, but...
- Yes, hello.

- Toronto Railway Company here again.
- Just a moment.

Could you ask him if
he'd like to be seen and

- let me know what you find.
- Of course.

- Yes, hello again.
- Spoke to my manager.

He wanted me to tell
you that there are now

three streetcars backed up
either side of this mess.

Yes, I can see that.
Streetcars are a flawed system.

All because of a little smash up.

- This is a crime scene, Mr. Hubert.
- A crime scene!

Well, that's a new one! Look.
You don't see this every day.

I do. Autos smashing into lantern poles.

Autos smashing into other autos.
Autos smashing into people.

This is not a crime scene.

It's a traffic accident. Simple.

We also have a man trapped over there

who will likely die when
we attempt to move him.

We are giving him some time.

Doctors ride the TRC, Detective.

Doctors on their way to hospital.

How many other people should die

for your man over there?

If you have any doctors
on your streetcar,

I suggest you summon a taxicab for them.

Mr. Flannery refused treatment.

He says he's not injured
around the middle at all.

William, there's something
very odd about his injuries.

Yes?

Most drivers who crash
the front of their motorcar

are propelled forward into the
steering wheel, striking their chest,

sometimes inducing a heart attack.

But Mr. Flannery injured his nose.

What are you looking for, Murdoch?

A piece of rope or a... John.

Have a look in all of the garbage
cans around this intersection.

I'm looking for a piece of rope

or a large leather
belt. That sort of thing.

Yes sir.

Detective.

Nobody particularly remembers anything

about a woman in an orange coat.

It seems most people's attention
was captured by the accident.

What do you need rope for?

It may be nothing, or maybe...

Ah ha. Sir,

have a look at these large metal hooks.

I believe he may have tied a
rope from one end to the other.

Mr. Flannery's injuries
are very unusual.

I think he may have had some
sort of device to restrain him.

Of course. That's why he hit
his head and not his chest.

Exactly.

- Yes, but that would mean...
- He knew he was going to crash.

Flannery was not the intended victim.

Sir, if my suspicions are correct,

Mr. Flannery planned this accident.

Sir, do you really
think Flannery would have

crashed his own motorcar
with himself inside of it?

What was his purpose?

Perhaps Mr. Dilbert was his
intended victim all along.

Me?

Why would anyone want to kill me?

Mr. Flannery swerved to
avoid a woman with a pram,

putting you in his path.

The mother has since disappeared,

changing her clothes,
and it's likely the pram

never contained a baby at all.

So you think the only
reason the pram was put there

was to make him turn
towards Mr. Dilbert?

But I don't even know Mr. Flannery!

Can you think of anyone at
all who may have wish you harm?

I've done nothing to warrant
such a passionate act,

I can assure you Detective.

I'm a simple man, a
mere cog in the machine.

That's what my life has amounted to,

I regret to say.

Detective Murdoch, I didn't find any
rope or belts in the garbage bins.

Would you like me to look in the
receptacles further down the street?

No, thank you, John.
Mr. Flannery hasn't left

the intersection since the accident,

it's not likely he went that far.

No, but sir, if your theory is correct,

he had or has an accomplice.

The woman pushing the pram.

I mean, that's probably
why she stashed the pram

and the orange coat in the
alley, so she could return

to the scene unrecognized.

She may have been the one
to remove the restraint.

And if so...

it's possible she's still here.

If she is,

we don't want to give
her reason to flee.

Let's not tip our suspicion of
Mr. Flannery until we find her.

Gentlemen, speak with all of
the women that are still here.

See if you can establish
their exact whereabouts

- at the time of the collision.
- Sir.

Should you like more of this?

Go ahead.

We got him!

Ah!

I thought I was gonna have
to leave this one behind.

Good catch, Miss Cherry.

Summers at my grandmother's
farm haven't gone to waste!

Well, if you'd like to
taste this one's shank,

come to Nicastro's Butcher and
I'll make you get a good cut.

- I may take you up on that.
- Back in here.

And once again, thank you
for your help, Constable.

No trouble, Artie. You
can be on your way now.

All right, take care.

Drive safely!

Well, you were right,
Constable Crabtree.

- It's not so bad to lend a hand.
- It was good of you.

Now, what was the name
of the squished man?

Uh...

Thank you.

The precise issue with the
Water Care Incorporated company

is the legitimacy of their
proposed filtration method.

Am I speaking too fast, Miss Ash?

No, I am quite adept at
cross-eclectic shorthand.

Yes,

I have had occasion to notice.

As you brought to my
attention, the company has

letters of recommendation
from several small towns.

However, I noticed that the
name on one of the letters

did not match the forms
that I had seen from...

All right, Dilton?

Yes.

I see that the ambulance is
here but I'm not ready yet.

No rush. Take your time.

- What time is it, Tom?
- Around 9:40.

- Miss Ash.
- Hm?

I was to meet my immediate
supervisor at 10:15 this morning

- to convey my concerns to him.
- Mhm.

You could attend the
meeting in my stead,

pass along my regrets,

and explain our concerns.
Here are my notes...

No, I will do no such
thing, Mr. Dilbert.

Well, there's... time
enough for you to do so.

Well, that's entirely beside the point.

- Oh.
- No, I will see you safely to the hospital.

There's no need.

It's likely I won't make it to hospital.

Oh, I beg your pardon! Not make it?

The doctor believes that moving
the motorcar back will kill me.

Oh.

I apologise for the poor
timing of what I'm about to say.

What is it, Mr. Dilbert?

I'm not sure whether

saying this now is a kindness.

But I must confess to loving you.

Loving you in such a way that

my most cherished wish is...

was to give you comfort and
security for the rest of your life.

I understand.

It is the most inopportune
time and I do apologise,

and I hope you do not feel
that you need to reciprocate...

No. I loved you as well.

Oh. You have?

Well...

What did you learn
about the lady tourists?

We can eliminate them. Mr.
Todd says he remembers them all

being in the carriage from
the beginning of the tour.

The Germans insisted on a
head count at every stop.

We haven't much time.
What have you, George?

Sir, I learned that
Miss Quigg, the barmaid,

- opened late this morning.
- She told us as much, yes.

So her whereabouts during the
time of the accident were unknown.

She's acquainted with Mr. Flannery.

And the pram was hidden in the
alley near enough to the pub.

If Flannery used some
sort of restraining device,

she would have had
opportunity to hide it inside.

I'll investigate motive. Carry on.

Mr. Dilbert...

there must be something you've done

- out of the ordinary recently.
- I've kept quite to my routine.

I assure you, I am not
important enough to murder,

Detective Murdoch.

Perhaps this is simply an accident.

But Mr. Dilbert, you have done
something unusual as of late.

I have?

You looked into the Water Care
Incorporated company for me.

- That's not part of your ordinary routine.
- No.

But it was just a simple
matter of checking references.

Yes, but prior to the
awarding of a city tender.

But for that company,

what you discovered through
your diligent research

was a problem with their patents.

Their filtration system doesn't
do what they say it will.

And they know as much. You
proved that without a doubt.

It was a small matter of
telephoning the right people.

It will cost them their
municipal contract.

Enough money to murder for.

Who else knew you were
investigating this company?

I spoke with a representative
from the company yesterday

to confirm that they'd submitted
the correct documentation.

Here are my notes on the call.

Thank you, Mr. Dilbert.

Miss Ash.

Now I believe it's high
time we got you out of here.

There is nothing else
to be done, I suppose.

Oh, Mr. Dilbert... Dilton.

Mr. Dilbert.

I will find the people
responsible for hurting you.

Thank you, Detective.

- Good men. Good men.
- Yes.

Both of them.

I'll be assisting the
ambulance attendants.

George, when you move the motorcar back,

be sure to go far enough
to give us room to work.

- Will do.
- When the motorcar is moved,

he'll likely go into hemorrhagic shock.

We'll bind his injuries
as tightly as possible.

And if that is successful,
he'll be transported

to the hospital for surgery.

He will be in tremendous pain.

Yes. I have the morphine ready...

William, it's missing.

The belt.

Harming Miss Ash won't
help you, Nurse Liston.

I beg your pardon!

I was simply going to assist the doctor.

This is the woman that
was pushing the pram.

Of course! Of course!

I recognize her, Detective.

She did this! She is a jilted lover.

Angry enough to try to hurt me.

- You bastard.
- You!

Hurting this poor, innocent man.

Mr. Flannery,

Miss Liston likely had an accomplice.

And I suspect we'll find
that you are a principal

at the Water Care Incorporated Company.

You found out that Mr.
Dilbert had information

that could cost you a city contract.

A loss big enough to bankrupt
your company, I'll wager.

- What!
- So you learned Mr. Dilbert's routine.

You and Miss Liston

set about to prevent him from
telling anyone what he'd learned.

She pushed the pram
into the intersection,

giving you the excuse you needed

to do what you intended all along:

to hit Mr. Dilbert with your motorcar.

That's ridiculous.

You said yourself the
brakes were sabotaged.

You cut them, sunshine.

That's why you knew to wear a restraint.

Miss Liston then returned to the
scene and helped you get rid of it.

I suspect we'll find marks on this belt

matching the metal hooks behind
the seat of your motorcar.

No!

It was an accident.

I highly doubt that.

Take them away.

Right.

It's time.

Well, Mr. Dilbert.

Were those the people
responsible for the accident?

The Detective has them bang to rights.

Dilton, I'm so sorry
I got you into this.

If I hadn't asked you for your help...

We did the right thing, Mildred.

That's all that matters,
what... whatever happens.

We saved the city and its
citizens from a con artist.

We'd best not put this off any longer.

It is my hope...

We're going to do our
very best, Mr. Dilbert.

Thank you.

You've been a good friend, Tom.

We'll get you out of there, Dilton.

I'll be here to support your
weight when the car moves.

And I'll be right here.

I have imagined our
courtship so many times.

As have I.

It's almost as if it really happened.

I'm ready.

Ready. Go.

- Push!
- Hang in there!

Give it here, lads.

Oh, no!

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