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Pray tell.

When Harry visits on the weekends, all he does is eat sandwiches in particular.

I'm sure you can relate, won't you?

I don't visit you on weekends.

Right. Well, Harry dislikes sandwiches that are untoasted.

So I've made this.

The modern toaster is terribly inefficient.

It requires constant monitoring and turning.

Oh, I'm well aware. I've set more than my share of fires.

Then you'll appreciate this.

I've installed a timer here and coils on both sides of the

device so that both sides of the bread are toasted at once without fear.

Oh, it's delicious.

Detective Murdock's office.

Mm.

Yeah?

We'll be right out.

The brain is far too strong.

I'm afraid you don't want to see this.

Jasper Weems. His neighbor was walking her dog and noticed the door was open.

Strangled? And a rather nasty black eye.

Overlapping ligature marks here. I wouldn't say a rope, but a cord of some

There's also white residue here.

All manner of devices and machines.

Why would Mr. Weems have all this?

There are no signs of forced entry.

Am I too late?

I brought the money.

Sir, we are investigating a murder here.

Oh. Oh, my.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to buy something.

Did you know Mr.

Weems? I don't know him from a can of paint.

I just called the number in the paper. Man said, come get it.

Get what exactly?

A pressure compensator.

Little gauge with a rubber hose attached.

What?

The white... powder on these marks it's rubber bloom a synthetic residue left

behind on rubber products like the hose on the compensator precisely i believe

whatever this man is here to buy is what was used to kill mr weems so it's no

longer for sale

The suspicions regarding the ligature mark seem sound, Detective.

Mr. Weems is likely strangled with the item for sale.

It's not here. The killer may have taken it.

Rigor Mortis has set in. He was killed at least 24 hours ago.

And his black eye?

The edges of the bruise are yellow. I'd say they're about a week old.

So not part of this altercation.

Indeed.

Take a look at this.

It's made out to Mr. Weems from Liminate Research Laboratories.

All right.

Look into Mr. Weems' family and friends and see if anyone wished him harm.

You're off to the laboratory?

You don't think I'd pass up that opportunity, do you?

There must be 10 or 15 cigarettes here.

Do you think Mr. Weems was waiting for someone?

Possibly.

Mannheims?

Thank you, Miss Hart.

Louise, we can't be late for a reservation at Tomeo's. They keep

records of such offenses.

Mavis?

Ma 'am?

Why wasn't Miss Newsome told that our lunch date had to be rescheduled?

Because, well, I wasn't told either, ma 'am.

Sorry, Miss Nathan. No, it's not a bother, Mavis.

Well, I am bothered, Mavis. My second date with Sidney has been on the books

days. A second date?

With Sidney? Who's this?

Sidney Ballard. The man of my dreams.

He loves poetry.

He's tall, sweet, sensitive.

He's perfect.

He sounds fetching, ma 'am.

The windows aren't going to wash themselves, Mavis.

Hop to it.

So, where did we meet this sweet, sensitive Sidney?

Oh, you know.

No, I don't know. That's why I'm asking.

Well, I met him here.

In the newspaper?

You went on a date with a complete stranger?

No, not a stranger.

He's written a short biography.

His interests, his likes, his dislikes.

I felt like I knew him before we even met.

This all feels awfully sudden.

Surely it takes more than a 50 -word biography to truly get to know a person.

This is the way of the future, Effie.

All those contrived courtships, friends of friends, and silly setups that only

lead to disappointment.

It's all so terribly gauche.

Besides being generally unsafe, what are the chances you actually hit it off

with someone you don't even know?

It could be a washout, or a drunk, or worse.

If I don't do something like this, I could end up single forever.

Or twice divorced.

Think yourself.

Hello?

Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

I'm looking for anyone who knew Jasper Weems.

Dr. Ralph Pipkin, but I wouldn't say I know him.

I assume Mr. Weems was a...

Scientists here of some sort?

Hardly. He was a janitor.

Fired a few days ago.

Fired? For what reason?

Stealing's what I heard.

We found a number of machines at Mr. Williams' home. I could arrange to have

them returned.

It doesn't matter now.

The laboratory's funding has been cut. We have to stop our research.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you know of anyone who disliked Mr. Weems?

No.

Although, Dr. Noble over there was very upset when he discovered Jasper's

feeling. He punched Jasper in the face and promised he'd wring his neck if he

ever saw him again.

Thank you, Dr. Pipkin.

Dr.

Noble, I understand you were familiar with Jasper Weems?

Familiar? How well does anyone really know the janitor?

Especially one who constantly says hello every time you run into him. Maddening

habit. Apparently you were familiar enough to assault him.

Not my finest moment.

But it was earned.

He stole from this laboratory.

Doctor, are you aware that Jasper Weems was found dead in his home?

And I suppose he stole from the wrong person.

Where were you last night, Doctor?

I was here, getting as much work done as possible before the doors are

shuttered.

Can anyone confirm this?

No. I was alone.

This lab is on the verge of a cure for staphylococcus aureus. I'm committed to

that, even if I have to work every waking hour.

You... Oh!

Fragile! That's what it says on the box.

Just leave it. Leave it. I'll get it.

Angel Eye Cigarette.

Your cigarettes, Doctor?

I'm not familiar with this brand. They're new.

They're the ones my doctor recommends.

Your... Good day.

Now, I'll be looking to the tailor, and your tailcoat will be ready in time for

the dinner party.

And what exactly is wrong with the one I already have?

Nothing. But this is the party at the McPherson's of Rathnelly.

You must look your absolute best if we're to gain membership to the Castle

Heights Country Club.

How straight in oneself.

An audition for a bunch of society types.

It's just bloody embarrassing, Margaret.

What else have you got in there?

Need I remind you that your lack of friends in high places nearly derailed

career?

What are you talking about, woman?

I've got plenty of friends who like me regardless of what I'm wearing and when

I'm wearing it.

If you had had the right friends, then Chadwick Bond would have never been able

to jostle you about.

And you can't get much more influential than the MacPherson's guest of honor,

Kimball VanderWaal. And who?

Kimball VanderWaal.

He's a businessman from the Belgian Congo, and he just bought a home here in

Toronto. Oh, so what?

So he could become a powerful friend.

The MacPherson's say he's a visionary. He advocates for smaller government,

oversight.

Well, based on the character of our esteemed ex -marine, I'd go along with

stance. But really, all this just to lounge around with a bunch of super

prats? The castle lounge has over 70 different types of scotch. How many?

Seventy.

At least.

No tales it isn't.

Liver mortis indicates Mr. Weems was face down on the ground for about two

after death.

Blood had pooled in the abdomen in between his eyes.

So someone took the time and care to turn the body over and position Mr.

with his arms crossed.

Why would someone do that?

Oftentimes, people will pose their loved ones in a more dignified manner after

murdering them. So the killer knew him well.

Possibly. The killer was a smoker.

Why do you say that?

Well, if Mr. Weems was a heavy smoker, as the quantity of the cigarette ends at

the theme suggests, His lungs would be discolored.

His lungs were as clear as a baby's.

Well, don't keep me waiting.

Are you and Sidney engaged yet?

He never showed up on our date.

Perhaps he fell ill.

Something must have befallen him.

Yes. Maybe he's sick.

That would explain it.

Louise.

Have you considered that Sidney may have stood you up?

Absolutely not.

We made plans to journey abroad. I've never been to Italy and he was going to

take me.

All this on a first meeting?

He said our souls had already made it.

A repulsive metaphor.

He doesn't like my Sidney at all.

What kind of person makes a date and doesn't show up?

No courtesy call, nothing.

Just vanishes like some sort of ghost.

Besides vacation planning, did you two speak about anything else?

A place of work, perhaps?

He works at a firm on Young.

Well, if you're so concerned with his well -being, perhaps you could visit his

office. Will you come with me?

Of course.

As far as I can tell, Jasper Williams had no outstanding debt. In fact...

had no close relations of any kind. Not one living relative. No love interest.

His milkman didn't even know his name.

Really? Why aren't you out there chasing him?

He should hang for this. Or do you police do nothing?

What's going on here, miss?

Martha. Martha Stockton.

My father was attacked.

It's all right. I'll leave. That's not the point.

Papa was pushed over by some goon applying to fix our irrigation system.

Irrigation system?

We grow some of the city's finest tomatoes in our backyard.

You can't get the leaves wet.

Or they'll grow mold, yes.

But you must give them a good soak.

Don't get too hot.

Right. You know it.

See, that's why this irrigation system is so important. We're not here to talk

about tomatoes.

My lord, this city is going straight to hell.

You said this man was applying for a job?

How did he know your irrigation system required repair?

He was solicited.

Papa said the job was a tricky one, so I wrote up an advertisement in the

community coin.

Same one used by Mr. Weems. Who is Mr. Weems and why does he matter?

The man who attacked my father, he stole something from us.

A pulsating meter.

It measured water distribution.

What did this man look like?

I can't remember.

My memory's not what it used to be.

You mean this is the work of the same person?

Could be.

And he's using this to find his victims.

Two robberies and one murder, all committed with the aid of the Community

newspaper.

Any other connection?

Well, we know that the items that were stolen from both Mr. Weems and Mr.

Stockton were both mechanical in nature.

And you're saying all these advertisements are tied to other

assaults? I had Constable Roberts check, and both station houses number two and

number six have had similar cases.

All anonymous and all seemingly random mechanical items.

So we're after a thief who smokes Mannheims and is a bit of a tinkerer.

We know that he likes...

steal bits of machinery, and we just don't know why.

Could he be reselling them?

Doesn't seem likely.

Perhaps he's building something.

An evil genius.

Wouldn't be the first one I've come across.

Well, now what?

You heard her. He doesn't even work there. No one named Sidney Ballard has

worked there. Who knows what else he's lying about?

Maybe Sidney's not even his real name. There will be others, Sidney. There

be another one in the news. Newspaper, even. What about that?

He... What?

Louise, what is going on? What is so important about finding this man?

Sidney, he... He swindled me out of some money.

He did?

How much?

That doesn't matter. I thought I found the man of my dreams, not some common

criminal. You need to tell Detective Murdoch.

I can't. You know how they see me down there.

They'll get a good laugh knowing that Louise Cherry fell victim to some simple

grift. All right.

Let's speak to the publisher of the coin. He might know where to find

I'd rather just let it go.

Well, I wouldn't.

Chief Constable?

I've always known you to be a Scotch man.

Yes, what the McPherson's are.

And they are charter members at the Castle Heights Country Club.

And we need to get in with them. So if they're three feet to the wind, we've

a better chance.

So, which one do you think?

Is social status that important to you? Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I just want to taste quality whiskey in the Castle Heights lounge.

And then spank Greg Gleaton's arse in the bowling room.

These won't do.

It costs a bloody fortune.

The climate has been most uncooperative from our low grapes.

Unseasonably warm weather begets... over -ripened grapes resulting in an

unctuous jammy wine.

What you need, Chief Constable, is a dry Montepulciano d 'Abruzzo with a strong

goût de terroir.

A taste of dirt?

Dirt? Why would anyone want their wine to taste of dirt? Not dirt, Inspector.

Terrain. A taste of the terrain. A sense of the region it was grown in.

What? With me.

No trouble?

No method.

Not anymore.

Well, it's about time you all got here.

Someone better find this grifter.

Calm down, Mr. Moncrief. Please, tell us what happened.

Some hoodlum just tried to rob me.

I placed an advertisement in the community coin a week ago, and this man

about it.

And then I caught him sneaking around back later, trying to break in and steal

it. How do you know it was the man who called you who tried to steal it?

Hadn't been him. He's the only one who called after it.

What are you trying to sell?

Auxiliary tank valve.

Oh, so...

You were able to stomp the thing?

Shout it after the scrawny bugger he took off.

You better find him before I do.

What did he look like?

Regular type guy.

Tall, slim, smoking a cigarette.

Another fruitless meeting.

That publisher wasn't useful as a hog in heels.

And very rude.

What type of man tells a woman she's past her prime?

Well, you're not getting any younger. Just look at you. Two pretzels and a bag

of peanuts.

She's bummed.

I am?

You have to.

After the Sydney incident, I'm busted.

How much did he take from you?

Louise?

So much.

He told me this heartbreaking story about moving his mother from England.

The cost of transatlantic travel has skyrocketed these days. Louise.

You didn't. We just had such a lovely dinner, and I didn't think anything of

So I lent him $20, and I was sure I would see him again.

$20? Are you mad? She was to be my mother -in -law. I couldn't have her

it in third class.

Louise, I hate to say it, but I doubt you'll ever see that money again.

You plan on luring him out?

We've placed an advertisement for a sale of used mechanical equipment. It may

bring him to us.

And who's conducting the sale?

Is there anything else you need?

We'll be right here.

Welcome. Excuse me. How much for this copper pipe?

The price is listed right there.

Fifty cents a foot for ten feet of copper?

You're joking.

I assure you I'm not.

I'll give you 25.

Sounds like you didn't hear me the first time.

You think I'm having to fail to handle the price? Here's the price.

Henry, what are you doing?

What do you think I've been doing? I'm trying to profit.

These aren't even your belongings.

Teddy, I am playing the part of a factory owner.

If I'm to be convincing, I have to stand firm on my prices.

Otherwise, the patrons will grow suspicious.

20 cents.

And that is my final offer. Sir, I have already told you. You've got a deal.

Thank you.

Why did you do that?

I just made you two dollars.

Wait.

Where's the thing?

The what? The valve thingy that was here.

Oh.

Batman. He was lingering there.

Sir, excuse me. I'd like a... Hey!

Stop!

He's got the thing!

Don't touch me.

Don't touch anything.

Where

is

the man you picked up?

Jumped out and took off running that way. You are under suspicion of aiding

abetting a murderer.

If you know anything about him... For where he may be, you should tell us now.

I don't know anything.

We're police officers.

I advise you tell the truth.

You won't get any fare sitting in our cellar.

He told me to take him to a flat on Palmerston.

Are you sure this is the address Henry provided?

Still warm.

We may have just missed him.

The man raced all the way back here just to heat up the lung?

Not once.

Expose of evidence.

No.

Take a look at this.

What am I looking at?

Plans of some sort.

That looks like the pressure compensator that was taken from Jasper Weems.

This is a recipe for a mushroom tonic, perhaps.

Take a look at this side.

The real dangers are the ones invisible to the eye. Soon these dangers will be

in plain view for all, and then they'll be sorry. The whole city will rest its

burn. Some kind of manifesto.

What? I believe he's building something.

Perhaps the inspector was right.

Right about what?

Perhaps we are after an evil genius.

I'm still unsure what these burned bits of paper have to offer us. All of these

items tell us that whoever we're dealing with, he's building something.

Do you know what?

Not as yet.

But I am familiar with some of the pieces of equipment that he's acquiring,

we do have a partial plan.

So, a puzzle without a picture.

The best kind.

Well, how does it look?

Hold your horses, woman.

Does it fit?

You snog, isn't it?

No, it fits.

I think.

Oh, Thomas.

Perfect.

Well, the clothes don't make it the man, but even if I say so myself, it feels

good. And you have the wine?

I do.

Well, if this doesn't impress the McPhersons, I don't know what will.

What is it?

Oh.

Nothing. Spit it out, Margaret. Oh, it's just that even after all these years,

you're still the most handsome man.

Are you sure your staff is left for the evening?

Myrtle?

Anybody?

Well, you better get that off.

You wouldn't want to wrinkle it.

Why would it get wrinkled?

These are all of the pieces that we've been able to assemble thus far.

And I was hoping to get your assistance with this one that was found at Mr.

Weems' home.

Oh, yes, a pressure compensator. It maintains a consistent flow rate in

hydraulic systems regardless of fluctuations in pressure.

Your theory seems correct.

Whatever the madman is building, it's to do with water.

Plumbing, construction, commercial agriculture, or water treatment.

Thank you so much.

The killer is building something to do with the city's water filtration system.

And it gives you an idea as to what you're trying to assemble?

It does.

Would you like to assist me?

I thought you'd never ask.

Finally finished?

It appears so.

Well, what is it?

There are likely still pieces missing, but we believe it to be a water

device. Many cities have begun to input chlorine in order to eliminate

waterborne diseases.

Doesn't sound like something a killer would build.

When I was in New York, there were a few violent protests against the addition

of chlorine to the water.

Typhoid fever and cholera?

have largely been eliminated from large cities that have begun to use sanitation

systems. Why would anyone protest such innovation?

Is it possible the killer wants to poison the water rather than disinfect

Tom, Marge, John, that you can make it. Come in.

Excuse me. Do you remember my husband, Augustine?

Chairman of the Board of Missions at Castle Heights.

Ah, Samira.

We have many, many members to introduce you to.

See that man over there?

That's Alfred Bunting.

City officials are being milked in the mud about his proposal to stop sidewalks

being put in.

Why would he do that?

Where would people walk?

Top drawer, Tom.

Oh, you're serious, aren't you?

I am.

Why would you make people walk in the streets?

Surely they could get hit by speeding automobiles.

Sidewalks encourage vagabonds and rail yard ghouls to learn about our homes and

gawk at what we have.

Tom, it's an invitation to be assaulted with a sock full of sand in one's own

yard. I'm awesome with Nellie Oggy.

I can't think of a single soul that does.

Or would.

Well, Margaret and I just walked here.

Right. Of course you did.

In fact, I'm sure it's a joy to walk.

Fresh air.

Exercise.

I've forgotten about the fresh air.

Spot on, Elizabeth.

Well, to walk about.

And make sure you try the oysters.

Yes.

Shall we, Augie?

Well,

Thomas. Well done. Not two minutes in and we've already isolated ourselves.

Kiss the lounge goodbye.

Have a walkabout.

Ooh, Ceylon Tango shoes.

I'd buy a pair. I had someone to dress up for.

It might lift your spirits.

You know what would lift my spirits?

Finding Sydney.

Are you sure?

Well, that and getting my money back.

Ruby.

Take a look at this.

Sydney's advertisement.

Know it.

Biography. Young professional seeking a modern woman who understands a man's

true strength.

He's in his ability to love and be loved.

I fell for that the first time.

Louise, that's not a biography.

It doesn't tell you anything about him, not his foibles nor his faults.

Nobody would ever tell you who they truly are in a little blurb like that.

Kathy, we should respond to the advertisement.

Louise, he'd never agree to meet with you. No, but he would agree to meet with

you. Yes, you can arrange a date with Sidney.

Uh... I could. I don't... I don't know. You'll go on a date with Sidney. I'll

confront him and get my money back.

Louise, perhaps it's best if we just put this to rest. I cannot.

So, will you help me?

I fear Toronto suffers the same affliction plaguing many cities in the

world. The government and the medical industry have climbed into bed together

and burst a bastard system.

Oh, dear.

What's the gut feeling?

Language, Thomas.

That's Kimball Vanderbilt. Well, he's delusional. They collude to make us

we're sick to sell us medicine we don't need. They subject on the fear of the

gullible and the stupid.

Well, he would know.

Look at this gullible indeed. My foundation hopes to undertake important,

unbiased research.

Thanks, in part, to the benevolence of donors like the McPherson.

So he's milking the rich.

I'll be talking to the board of control tomorrow, and I'm going to change this

city for the good.

Who's personal in this?

Us? Mm -hmm.

Well, he's had two bottles. How deadly could it be?

Margaret, I've investigated enough murders caused by arsenic.

Surely you're not willing to die just to join this club.

That is a unique taste.

Who brought this wine?

I did.

We did.

Well done, man.

Kimball. Thomas.

Kimball Vanderwell.

Of course we know exactly who you are. Oh, but you're aware of my affinity for

quality bottle of wine.

Well, that wine is dry and concrete with a taste of... with a hint of...

Looks like we have some wine aficionados here. Jenkins, let's have some glasses

for a toast.

To the... Brackenry, Thomas. To the back and red.

Oh, to the back and red.

What

is

it, Littlek?

I believe it's a device someone built in order to tamper with the city's water

supply. And if someone killed a person to build it?

Possibly.

Bloody hell.

What is it, Chief Constable?

I met someone last night who thinks our water supply is already poisoned.

Who might that be?

Kimball Vanderwill. Oh, he's in town? You know him?

I know of him. I've read about his divisive thoughts on inoculation and

for tomorrow quarterly. I was so... Disappointed that they printed such

Well, you'll hate this.

Have a look for yourself.

Arsenic.

He's putting arsenic in his own brand of bottled water. Really? Yeah.

And he's with city council right now trying to convince them to go along with

him.

Oh.

Oh.

Devices like these

tools of subversion, instruments of trickery, in order to make a dollar off

you and the public. Our ancestors drank water from streams and rivers, and they

were fine.

Now, if you listen to the pandering medical experts, your government

you can't even drink the tap water unless they douse it with mystery

I am proposing we use this device to return the water to its original state.

the way God intended it. A careful application of arsenic will make for a

stronger populace.

Thank you.

Kimball Vanderwill.

Detectives Murdoch, Detective Watts, Toronto Constabulary.

What can I do for you?

We have questions.

We're happy to answer them. Down at our station house.

Am I under arrest or something?

That will depend on your answers.

Listen to yourselves. These are absurd allegations.

We know that whoever killed Mr. Weems was building a device similar to the one

that you are holding today.

only with the intent to poison the city's water supply.

And why would I kill a man to create a device anyone in my company could

for me in minutes?

Where were you four days ago?

I wasn't in a city then.

Any one of my aides can confirm that.

Yes, we'll be speaking with them.

You said the city's water supply is unsafe?

Perhaps not unsafe, but certainly unhealthy.

And yet you promote a product that contains arsenic. Please.

Kings and queens have consumed arsenic for centuries.

Small doses, it makes for an even, milky complexion and acts as a stimulant. It

occurs naturally in many bodies of water. It's hardly an additive.

We also know the killer to be an avid smoker.

A healthy habit and the proper doses.

What brand of cigarettes do you smoke?

I smoke Benson's. What of it?

So, check with my aide.

They will confirm I was nowhere near Toronto when the poor Weems fellow was

killed. May I leave?

So you've released the Vanduul fellow?

There is no compelling reason to hold him.

He is a confidence man. Currently doing nothing illegal. Besides, I very much

doubt he had anything to do with Mr. Weems' murder.

But he may be responsible for some in the near future.

Well, He's been mobilizing most of the city's la -di -dars.

He wants to thief implementation of chlorine into the drinking water.

Half the residents of Rathnelly have signed up to him already.

Could they sway the council?

Yeah, of course.

The McPherson's leading the charge.

Augustine and Elizabeth.

They've pulled considerable funding from every research facility in Toronto to

jump on the Vanderwell bandwagon.

Was Liminous Laboratories one of the research facilities affected by the

funding?

The first one shoot down.

Never thought I'd be lucky enough to meet a woman like you.

Sounds so risky to do so, taking out notices in a newspaper.

No one ever finds love without some risk.

Have you ever been in love, Miss Newsome?

I'm sorry.

That was much before the question.

No, no.

How does one ever...

Get to know someone without asking questions.

I suppose my approach to finding love changed after my divorce.

You're divorced?

Yeah. It's been about a year.

I was devastated. She was the love of my life, but we grew to want very

different things.

I had to let her go.

Neither of us would have been whole if we stayed together.

Do you understand?

I do.

Have you met many women since?

A couple.

But none like you.

And what am I like?

Confident.

Self -assured.

But those are just first impressions.

I really do hope I get a chance.

Very well may.

Sidney Ballard!

Miss Cherry, I didn't expect... Oh, I bet you didn't. How dare you?

You don't show up. You don't call.

You're hardly the gentleman I thought you were.

I'm sorry, Miss Newsome.

Miss Cherry was one of the women I met through my previous advertisement.

Oh, she knows very well who I am.

You two know each other?

Miss, what is this? I'm sorry, Mr. Ballard. Sorry? Don't be sorry.

She took $20 off me. What $20? The $20 you stole from me. There must be a

mistake. I had that money since your office the other day.

Enough lies, Sidney. I'm not a liar!

I sent you the money.

But if you misplaced it, here it is.

Good evening, Miss Lewis.

No chance of a second impression?

Well, I believe you and Miss Cherry provided enough of one.

You believe it?

I'm flirting with you like that.

Thank you for showing me what a cad he was.

Of course.

Losing your funding must have been devastating.

We were on the verge of a possible cure for Staphylococcus aureus.

It would have saved countless lives.

And then the McPherson's fall prey to a dangerous quack, and it was all for

naught. Did you confront them?

Confronted, prostrated myself, begged.

None of it made any difference.

And now everything we worked on is gone.

So why are you still here?

Laboratory or not, I intend to continue my research.

They may have stripped us of our funding, but they didn't get the most

thing. What is it?

It's gone.

What's gone?

We were storing samples of the bacteria. We were going to find a way to continue

our research.

We?

Dr. Pipkin and myself.

He must have taken it.

What is that?

These are the city's water filtration plants. The one you circled? It supplies

water to the Republic of Rathnelly. Well, that's where the McPherson's are.

I will not.

You're under arrest for the murder of Jasper Weems. I didn't mean to hurt

Jasper. I liked him.

When I responded to the advertisement, I was surprised to find him.

But I wasn't prepared to buy it, and he wouldn't give it up.

So you killed him.

Don't do that. Why not?

You'll be infecting innocent people.

Innocent? They are hardly that.

They are aiding a man who will make everyone sick.

A taste of their own medicine.

City Council won't listen to Vanderwell.

They'll listen to science.

Politicians don't listen to science.

They listen only to money.

Think.

Think for a moment.

You're a man of science.

You've dedicated your life to helping people.

If you do this, hundreds of people will become ill, and many of them will die.

Is that how you want to be remembered?

These charts reflect the dramatic reduction of cholera and typhoid fever

cities, Maidstone, England, and Jersey City, New Jersey.

Medical officials in both cities have seen a drastic reduction of all

ailments since the introduction of chlorine treatment to their main water

supply.

Those are just numbers, and numbers lie.

Numbers can also tell the truth. Our ancestors survived and thrived on pure,

untreated water. Our ancestors existed in very tiny villages.

They also lived much shorter lives than we currently enjoy.

I'm not sure the water that they drank had anything to do with that.

And I'm not sure it didn't.

Mr. Vanderwell, are you doing all of this out of the goodness of your heart?

I would be charging a fee, but I do believe in my findings.

And I believe in my findings.

I also believe in the findings of public health officials on two continents.

But I will let city council decide for themselves.

I met with the Board of Admissions. How did it go?

We were rejected.

Just like Vanderwell was.

What a complete waste of time.

Well, not a complete waste.

I thought you might like to try it. The bartender at the lounge said it was

their very best.

This is good stuff.

Mm -hmm.

Did you make this from the club?

Of course not, Thomas.

I purchased it honestly, with my selling savings.

So much for the Temperance League, Mrs. Brackenreid. Oh, well, it's only for

special occasions.

And pray tell, what are we celebrating?

Us.

To us.

Sidney's check was in the mail pile.

Damn that Mavis. She was supposed to go through it in a timely manner.

Louise, you can't blame her.

I suppose I can't, though I'd very much like to.

I feel this is my lot in life.

Lurking from prospect to prospect.

It's more disappointing than a laugh.

Well... You made $20.

Well, there is that.

And I'm done with this.

Career woman seeks intelligent companionship.

Childless and happy.