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[ Indistinct conversations ]

What's this presentation
supposed to be about, anyway?

I don't know, Higgins.

But if Detective Murdoch
invited us,

I'm sure it's something
worthwhile.

It's probably about fingermarks
or something boring.

[ Sighs ]

Higgins, fingermarks
have allowed us

to catch more criminals
than you...

Oh. Shh.
Here's the detective now.

MURDOCH: [ Clears throat ]
Ladies and gentlemen,

you are about to be the first

to witness the most
revolutionary development

in human history.

I knew it.
Fingermarks.

MURDOCH:
That's right.

An invention so incredible

that it will irrevocably change
life on Earth as we know it.

[ Audience murmuring ]

But before I get too far,

allow me to pay tribute
to the man whose creation it is,

a man who, unfortunately,
cannot be with us here today

due to his most unfortunate
demise.

That's right.

None of us would be able
to be here today

were it not for the brilliance
of the late James Pendrick.

Late?

Is Mr. Pendrick dead?

If he's dead and the inspector
was traveling with him, then...

James Pendrick was an inventor
of the highest order.

And before he expired,

he had nearly perfected
a powerful potion of guarana.

Sadly, it was left incomplete...
Until now.

But I, William Murdoch, have
taken that dream to reality!

[ Audience murmuring ]

I have created an additive...

[ Hissing ]

...which will unlock
Mr. Pendrick's formulation.

The result...

...will be
the most incredible innovation

the world has ever seen...

Pendramine!

[ Audience murmuring ]

Oh, my God.

He hasn't even told us
what it does yet.

Now, some of you may know
my friend and colleague,

Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.

Now, as you can see, his best
days have passed behind him.

- [ Laughter ]
- Time has taken its toll.

But after imbibing just one dose
of Pendramine...

...this is him today!

[ Audience murmuring ]

- It can't be.
- BRACKENREID: That's right.

I'm a young man again.

James Pendrick has given me the
gift of eternal bloody youth.

It was like nothing
I'd ever experienced.

I could feel myself changing.

In a matter of minutes,
it was done.

I was young again!

Sir, how do we actually know
that... you're you?

Bloody hell, Higgins.
Who else would I be?

So, sir, what happens now?

Will you ever grow old again?

Not if I keep drinking
the stuff, Crabtree.

Oi!

You'll get yours in due time.

Besides,
this is only the additive.

Won't do a thing
without Pendrick's formula.

So where is the actual formula,
then?

Ah. Murdoch squirreled it away
where it can't be touched.

So how did all this come
to pass?

I-I mean, what happened
in Panama?

What happened to James Pendrick?

Ah.

We journeyed south and reclaimed
his stolen formula from Ashmi.

As he toiled, I adventured

in search
of the critical ingredient,

the super guarana of Panama.

But one day I returned to
a commotion in our laboratory.

We'd been ransacked,
the formula stolen.

And James Pendrick was dead.

Now, I must remind you
to prepare yourself

for a bit of a shock.

Where has Thomas been
all this time,

and why didn't he come home
when he came back from Panama?

We've had to keep him
under close observation.

I remind you that this is

a highly experimental drug,
Mrs. Brackenreid.

- ...and collecting a pension.
- We all will, Crabtree.

Margaret.

No.

It's true, Margaret.
It's me.

[ Scoffs I
I don't believe it.

You're not Thomas.
Look at you.

I am, Margaret.
I swear it.

- Impossible.
- Let me prove it.

Ask me anything.
Go on.

Uh... all right.

Where were you
when John was born?

I was right here
in Station Four,

trapped under three feet
of snow.

But when I heard the news,

I dug my way out
with a latrine bucket

and was there before the midwife
handed him back to you.

- Oh, Thomas.
- [ Chuckles ]

It really is you.

Ah.

- Oh.
- Ooh.

Sir, another message for you,
this one couriered over locally.

Mr. X.

Must be another potential buyer.

Word is spreading, George.

People from all over the world
are interested in my Pendramine.

I'll be inviting them all
to a special meeting soon

to entertain
their official offers.

Sir... I don't mean to speak
out of turn,

but it seems to me
that you're not overly concerned

with Mr. Pendrick's murder.

Well, what can we do from here,
George?

We know nothing
of the circumstances.

We have no access to the body,
to the police report.

We have little choice
but to leave the investigation

to the Panamanians.

Yes.
I suppose so.

Although it also surprises me
somewhat

that you seem so intent
on selling the Pendramine...

Only because
I've tried to monetize

your inventions in the past.

You've always declined.

This one is different, George.

Alone, I could create a few
doses of Pendramine a month.

But someone
with sufficient capital

could make enough
for the entire world.

So it's not really the money
that you're after?

Not in the least.

The bidding will begin
at $100 million.

[ Audience murmuring ]

Gentlemen!
Gentlemen, please.

Consider what's on offer here.

Most would give
their entire fortunes

in exchange for eternal youth.

And I'm not just selling
one dose.

No.

The formula itself to one buyer.

The value is limitless.

[ Audience murmuring ]

I await your bids.

Henry, have you noticed

something about the detective
is different?

The detective?

Yes.
He's not himself.

The detective,
not the inspector?

Well, the inspector seems fine.

He's 30 years younger.

Yes, but that's just 'cause
he's taken the Pendramine.

He still acts like
the inspector.

To me, the detective is acting
like somebody else altogether.

I don't know what to say
to that, George.

Well, I've got proof.

Look.

Detective Murdoch told me
he didn't know anything

about the police investigation
in Panama into Pendrick's death.

I found this police report
in his files.

You went through his files?

Unfortunately, it's in Spanish.
I can't make out a word of it.

You don't speak Spanish, do you?

You stole this
from the detective?

Well, he's not doing anything
with it.

I'm telling you,

Detective Murdoch has become
a money-hungry madman

who's turned his back
on the law.

He's still our boss, George.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Now, remember,
this is strictly off the record.

Si, claro.

How do you know
how to speak Spanish anyway?

[ Speaking Spanish ]

- My grandmother's Spanish.
- Ah.

Come on.
[ Speaking Spanish ]

"Panama City Police report.

Dr. James Pendrick, homicide."

[ Speaking Spanish ]

He was poisoned.

Poisoned with what?

No identificado.

Unidentified.

Muy bien.

It says here he had
a number of symptoms...

Vomiting, convulsions,
excessive slavering,

and near-instant hair loss.

He was believed to be dead
within 10 to 20 minutes.

My God.

What kind of poison does
all that?

The case remains open,
but they were able to trace

the man they believe
was the murderer back to a ship,

which fled Panama
under the alias P.D. Lion.

P.D. Lion?

Oh.
P.D. Lion.

That's quite clever.

Uh, how so?

"Lion" in Spanish is edn.

P.D. Ledn. Ponce de Leon.
Of course.

If you're gonna chase
the fountain of youth,

you might as well name yourself

after the most famous
fountain hunter in history.

Don't worry.
I won't write anything.

I'll save this one
for my memoirs.

No.
It's not that.

It's just... I have no idea
what I'm going to do with this.

Detective Murdoch lied to me.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Uh, Dr. Ogden.

Oh, George.

What a pleasant surprise.
What can I help you with?

It's a personal matter,
actually.

It's about the detective.

Oh.

Have you noticed that he's been
acting strange lately?

Well, not particularly.

Perhaps a small shift.

We have recently learned
that we'll live forever.

Rather a big revelation
in one's life.

Right.

It's just he seems very focused
on selling this Pendramine.

Yes... to a buyer who can
deliver it to the world.

Right. Yes.
He did say that.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

Uh, while I have you...
Do you know of a poison

that could cause hair loss,
vomiting, and convulsions?

Oh, and... and excessive saliva.

I can't say that I do.

He asked about the symptoms?

He knows something.

He could be a problem.

If all goes according to plan,
it will be over tonight.

[ Indistinct shouting
in distance ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Brakes squeak ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Gun cocks ]

Oi!
Toronto Constabulary!

- Sir, are you all right?
- W-What's going on?!

George.

- Sir, I was just...
- Bloody hell, Crabtree.

You just let James Pendrick's
killer get away.

CRABTREE:
I don't understand.

I-If you're both the inspector,
then who took the Pendramine?

No one, George.

This man isn't the inspector.

The... The Pendramine is a ruse.

It doesn't work?
At all?

BRACKENREID:
I'd best start at the beginning.

Everything you heard about
what happened in Panama is true.

We caught Ashmi and resumed work
on the formulation.

Then there was an attack.

James' work was stolen.

So he really was killed.

Poisoned.

I tried to save him.

He died in my arms,

murdered for a potion
that doesn't even work.

So why pretend that it did?

That was my idea.

After the attack,

I thought I'd track
the killer down as best I could.

But he fled the country
using an alias.

Mm.
P.D. Lion.

Precisely.

I found out
that he traveled to Toronto,

so I followed him.

On the boat, I met this actor...
A very good-looking young lad,

the best mimic I'd ever heard.

Quinton Prout.
Good to meet you, Constable.

Oh, yes.
You as well.

The inspector's plan
was simple...

Pretend that I'd created
the key additive.

And that the formula that
the thief stole actually worked.

Pendramine as a whole
would be valuable to everyone.

But the additive alone
would only be worth something

to the person who had stolen
the formula.

Pendrick's killer.

One of the buyers
sent a messenger

to tell me that he was intent on
seeing the additive in person.

- We were to meet him tonight.
- CRABTREE: Ambush him.

And when he made a grab for it,
we were to arrest him.

And I scared him off.

ALL:
Mm.

MURDOCH: All we can hope for now
is that he'll resurface.

I'll find him.

I can track down
that motorized bicycle.

I'll do it first thing tomorrow.
I swear.

Hey, George.

Samuel, I could use some help.

I could use some myself.

Business has really picked up
since we've been in the paper.

Listen, I'm looking for
an electric motorized bicycle.

Unusual design... thick wheels,
brass-trimmed battery packs.

Uh, I haven't seen anything
like that around here.

But I do know a man

who knows every
motorized bicycle in the city.

I'll get back to you in an hour.

I'll be at Station House Four.

Oh, George, uh,
Nina left this for you.

Some of your things, I-I gather.

How is she?

She's well, as far as I can see.

Right.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Higgins!
The stables are a right mess!

Get out there!

Sir, perhaps you've forgotten,

but I am a constable
first class.

I haven't forgotten
a bloody thing, Higgins.

Go!

Sir.

Oh, Thomas?

I packed us a lunch.

I thought maybe we could take it
to the park for a picnic

or perhaps, uh, dine in your
office, uh, draw the blinds.

Well, it's a lovely day
for the park, sweetheart.

MAN:
Detective Murdoch.

My name is Tanner,
Canadian Intelligence.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Tanner?

The prime minister has
heard tell of your invention.

He has sent me to obtain it

on behalf of the federal
government of Canada.

Well, you're more than welcome
to make a bid for it.

Hmm.
Think this through, Detective.

Capitalism has its limits.

Even the wealthiest company
in the world

could not pay your price.

With all due respect,
Agent Tanner...

Mm.

...my formula will change life
as we know it.

- No price is too high.
- Oh, I agree.

I mean, can you imagine if, say,

the Americans
were to live forever?

Their eternal strength
would render Canada helpless.

Our nation would be cast
into grave peril.

Mm.

Very well, then.
What's Canada's offer?

Canada's offer is zero.

We simply hope that you will do
the right thing.

It would be a shame if you were
to be convicted of treason.

Good day.

CRABTREE: "Nina, you'll be
in my heart until the day I die.

Or, if I turn into a mummy,
much longer.

Love, George."

- What's all this?
- Uh, what's what?

The book.
Worth reading?

Uh, no.
It's nothing, really.

LOUISE:
"By George Crabtree."

George, have you written
a novel?

- Yes, I did, actually, but...
- "The Curse of the Pharaohs."

Sounds marvelous.
I'll read it tonight.

Uh, no. I really don't think
you would like it.

I mean, it's full
of flights of fancy,

which... which really is
its strength.

- But...
- Perfect.

I just finished the interminable
new Henry James.

I need something more lively.

Well, uh, I don't know if...

George, do you not want me
to read it?

- Uh...
- Come on. I won't be mean.

Uh, of course I want you
to read it.

I-I would like to get you
a new copy.

T-This is very worn.
It's...

Fine.

But get it for me soon,
will you?

I don't like the idea
of spending a night

without George Crabtree
by my bedside.

I'm not quite sure
how to say this, Inspector.

Uh, look.
It's about your wife.

Margaret?
Has she figured it out?

No, sir.
Quite to the contrary.

How's that?

Well, last night she expected
I-I would be doing

the same things you yourself
would do upon your return home.

Ah.
The gate needs mending.

Yes.

Now, I've seen to the gate,

but there were other,
shall we say, expectations.

D... She was rather insistent
that I resume my...

Or rather that I resume your,
uh...

[ Clears throat ]

...husbandly duties.

- Did you?
- No!

Well, what's the problem?

Well, she was rather demanding,
Sir.

A woman has needs, Mr. Prout.

And Margaret is very much
a woman.

Oh, I'm not sure I can keep her
at bay much longer.

Have an extra whiskey
with supper.

When she's clearing the dishes,

go straight to the bedroom
and start snoring.

It always works for me.

Sir... Sirs.

No. Sir.

We have an address
for the motorbike.

- Ah.
- Right, then. Let's get to it.

Actually, sir,
I wasn't sent to fetch you.

What?

You're to stay in hiding
in case this isn't our man.

We can't risk exposing the ruse.

Mr. Prout.

[ Clears throat ]

Bollocks.

Let's hope this is our man.

I don't care much
for being accused of treason.

Sir, it is a hangable offense.

Thank you, George.

Uh, this should be it.

[ Whirring ]

You there!
Stop!

Toronto Constabulary!

[ Whirring ]

Who are you?
Identify yourself.

You.
Pendrick's assistant.

The name is Ashmi, Detective.

When did you last see
Mr. Pendrick?

When he found me in Panama.

He and your inspector reclaimed
what I had stolen.

I stayed for a time but
could not regain James' trust.

I returned to Canada
some weeks ago.

Then why were you after
the additive?

And you specifically requested

that our inspector
bring it to you alone.

But while in Panama,
I heard tell of a man,

another who was after
James' work.

I had hoped to sell it to him.

You believe this man stole
the formula,

that he killed Mr. Pendrick?

Who is this man?

He came from Asia... or possibly
the skies themselves.

Some called him a god.

Have you ever heard the name
P.D. Lion?

The man of whom I speak had
no name, only a letter.

MURDOCH:
A letter?

They called him Sefor Equis.

George, the... the card
we received.

Mr. X.

He's tried to contact us.

Sir, we have an address.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Mr. X?

Senor Equis?

MAN:
Gentlemen.

What took you so long?

[ Music continues ]

Terrence Meyers?

The great rocket shook

as it blasted
through the atmosphere.

The azure globe
shimmered beneath me,

vast oceans roiling,

entire continents
within my view.

I had flown higher
than any living thing ever had.

It was the greatest adventure
ever known to man.

And then... nothing.

Flat.

Not only had I touched
the face of God, I became God.

God?

Mm.

I recall nothing of the descent.

All I know is I awoke to the
smiling faces of the Murut...

...and was now in Sabah,
in the village of Nabawan.

And in that village,
I was no longer human.

I was Ran Ying, supreme god,
fallen from above.

Good Lord.

These people believed you
to be God?

I tried to convince them
otherwise,

but these people had not seen
a tin opener,

let alone a flying rocket.

I had, after all, descended
upon them as if by magic.

I lived among the Murut
for many, many months,

my soul purified,
my mind cleared,

my powers limitless,

my tumpas,
my tattoos symbols of my status.

Then how did you end up
in Panama?

I was en route to America

when word came
from the prime minister.

Rumors had surfaced

about the possible existence
of a fountain of youth

invented by none other
than James Pendrick.

But now, thanks to you, Murdoch,

eternal life may be Canada's
after all, hmm?

Mr. Meyers, the Pendramine
doesn't actually do anything.

- You see...
- You see, it's useless

unless it is mixed properly.

The Pendramine has no effect

unless it is combined
with my additive...

Using specialized equipment,
of course.

What equipment?

Uh, chemical synthesizers

that can be found
in James Pendrick's laboratory

here in Toronto.

I see.

Well, hand it all over.

The Canadian government
insists on it.

I will, but not yet.

Murdoch, you can't sell it.

My only aim is to find
and apprehend

James Pendrick's killer.

After that,
the Pendramine is yours.

Bloody Meyers.
I thought he was dead.

Seems Pendrick's rocket was
safer than it appeared to be.

Well, why did you lie
to Mr. Meyers?

Why would you tell him the truth
about anything?

The man is quite strange.

Ugh.
Those tattoos?

MURDOCH:
Why write a cryptic note

when he could have called on us
directly?

Maybe he's not working
for the government at all.

Still, it doesn't hurt to have
him in step with our goal.

He now believes the only way
to get the Pendramine

is to work with us.

That may be our only hope
of catching the killer.

Well, let's do it quickly.

I can't keep Margaret in
the dark about this much longer.

The woman has needs.

China, Japan, Russia, America...

Ugh... and, of course,
the Ottoman Empire.

An international agent from
any one of those governments

could be your Killer.

But how exactly do we know
that the killer is a spy?

Have you identified the poison
that killed him?

No.
Its symptoms are not known to...

Polonium.

Its devastating effects
were discovered by the Germans.

Highly radioactive.
Unclear why it's so deadly.

Hm.

And this poison is only known
to the spy community?

Exactly.

Mr. Meyers.

I've been looking for you.

Busy doing a job for you,
Tanner.

You know you're not supposed to
go anywhere

without my knowledge.

Dismissed.

Ah.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Detective... must warn you

that that is not
the Terrence Meyers of old.

The man I admired as a trainee

was lost somewhere
in the Bornean jungle.

But he's returned.

He asked to be brought back.

Mm.
Is that what he told you?

The moment
Terrence Meyers disappeared

into low earth orbit,
the government began its search.

Meyers knows far, far too much.

You were the one who found him?

Yes, eventually.

Only he did not want to be
retrieved.

He had become
one of the savages.

Meyers cannot be trusted.

Eternal life is at stake
as well, you know.

Put your faith
where it belongs...

In the capable hands
of the Canadian government.

Mr. Tanner...

I already know you intend to
hand over the Pendramine

as soon as you have caught
your Killer.

Oh, I-I have, uh,
microphones in Meyers' room.

- Of course.
- Yes.

Well, I have confidence
that you will find your man.

If you don't trust me, well,

you can take it straight
to the prime minister himself.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

So Terrence Meyers is alive.

I never expected to see him
again.

I fear the old Terrence Meyers
may be gone forever.

Julia, the man is deranged.

Do you believe his theory
about Pendrick's killer?

I have no reason to doubt it.

So you'll work with him?

I don't see the harm in it

so long as I don't allow him
to skew our investigation.

Although, truth be told,

nothing we've tried thus far
has worked.

Well, if the killer is a spy,
they may sense a trap.

You may be right.

And if that Is the case, we need
to make him feel desperate.

We give the Pendramine
to the government of Canada.

Wonderful.
Hand it over.

At least that's what we want
the killer to believe.

I see.

If the killer thinks that Canada
has the key to eternal youth,

he'll be desperate to get it
for his country,

lest his nation be left behind
and so on.

And if he's more desperate,

he'll be more likely
to make a mistake.

I see that.
But why lie about it?

If you just give it to us,
the result is the same.

I can't do that
until the killer is caught.

And how exactly
are we supposed to prove

the Canadian government has it?

By giving a second man
a dose of Pendramine...

Sir Wilfrid Laurier.

Laurier?

All he has to do is stay
out of sight for a few days.

Can you contact him
o-or have Agent Tanner do it?

Well, I suppose,
but how do we find someone

who looks exactly
like a young Laurier?

Few people have even seen
a photograph

of Laurier as a young man.

All we have to do
is find someone

who looks like a prime minister.

The newspapers will run wild
with the story,

and soon,
the whole world will know.

Murdoch, your Laurier gambit
may have worked.

We've had contact
from six foreign diplomats,

all desperate to obtain the drug
for their country.

Let's hope one of them
is the man we're looking for.

Mm.

Hmm.

Mm.

Sir, there's no evidence that
any of these men are P.D. Lion.

And what of Pendrick's formula?

Their rooms are being searched
now.

Sir, it's the inspector.

He's been attacked.

CRABTREE:
Right, then.

Get him to a hospital
as quickly as you can.

Sir, he's still alive
but unconscious.

It seems he was able
to fight off his attacker.

Perhaps the entire dose
of poison wasn't administered.

Any symptoms?

The same reportedly suffered
by Mr. Pendrick.

He had a bottle of the additive.
Where is it now?

Stolen, it would seem, sir.

Hmm.

When did the attack occur?

An hour ago, maybe less.

All of the diplomats were
at Station House Number Four.

If one of them did kill
Mr. Pendrick, sir,

I suppose they could have sent
somebody after the additive.

Indeed.

It would be an excellent
opportunity to strike

while establishing
an ironclad alibi.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Sir.

One of Meyers' bracelets?

Murdoch.
What's going on?

Sir, the empty vial.

Terrence Meyers,
you're under arrest

for the attempted murder
of Thomas Brackenreid

and for the murder
of James Pendrick.

Oh, this is preposterous.

Clearly I was set up.

You had the empty vial
of additive in your hand.

Which I found in my room
shortly before you arrived.

We also found one
of your bracelets at the scene.

I have all my tumpas.

Six on the right,
five on the left.

Yes.
Precisely.

There isn't one missing,
Murdoch.

I'm Ran Ying.

My people festooned me with one
ring for every head, which I...

It doesn't matter.

The point is whatever it is
you found did not belong to me.

Who put it there, then?

I assume any one
of those so-called diplomats.

The Turks have especially
had it in for me.

The Turks.

The culprit is likely
spiriting the Pendramine away

to his homeland

while you're sitting here
wasting your time with me.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

MURDOCH: I'm terribly sorry,
Mrs. Brackenreid.

They say he should regain
consciousness soon.

Did you catch him,
whoever did this?

We did.

Mrs. Brackenreid...
stay with him.

I'll return as soon as I'm able.

I have...

Oh.
Did his eyes just open?

I have to tell her.
This has gone on long enough.

Sir, we need to maintain
the ruse just a bit longer.

She was kissing another man.

- One she believed to be you.
- What's your point?

Well, sir, it can hardly be
characterized as an infidelity

- if she believed that...
- Bloody hell, Murdoch.

I don't care
what you characterize it as.

Do you know what it's like

seeing your wife
kissing another man?

Actually, sir,
James Pendrick kissed Julia

in the days leading up
to your departure for Panama.

Right. Well, then you know
what I'm saying.

I do.

But I was able to subsume
those feelings,

knowing that Julia herself

clearly had nothing to do
in the matter

a-and obviously has no feelings
for James Pendrick

or any other man.

- You've thought this through.
- I have.

Have you talked with her
about it?

That would imply
that it bothers me,

which it doesn't.

Right.

But...

Why are we wasting time anyway?
We've arrested Meyers.

Something just doesn't seem
right.

Why would Terrence Meyers
tell us that he was in Toronto

if he intended to steal
the additive all along?

Well, the man's out of his mind.

He got a taste for power
in Borneo,

and now he won't stop
until he achieves more.

All the same, sir, if we could
wait another 24 hours...

Just to be sure
we have the right man.

Fine.

Another day rotting away
in Pendrick's study.

[ Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Hello, Constable.
Any good crimes lately?

I'm writing a report on a lady

who says her neighbor's horse
walks too loudly.

[ Music continues ]

CRABTREE: "Nina, you'll be
in my heart until the day I die.

Or, if I turn into a mummy,
much longer.

Love, George."

Louise.

- Louise, let me just say...
- I'm sorry, George.

I had no intention
of going through your things.

I understand why you wouldn't
want to give away this copy.

Louise, please.

[ Sighs ] Look.
I didn't intend for any of this.

The man I own the garage with
happens to be Nina's brother.

I was there.

He gave me some things
that she'd left.

I guess she didn't want this
anymore.

Why would you keep that from me?

I don't know.
I... I...

For a moment,
I suppose I felt guilty.

The past came rushing back,
and I...

And you thought you'd made
a mistake.

[ Paper rips ]

It would mean the world to me
if you read my book, Louise.

And I will.

[ Indistinct conversations,
birds chirping ]

DR. OGDEN: You have accused Mr.
Meyers of murder in the past.

This is different.

Meyers has been in the Far East
for too long.

What is his story?
Does it seem rational?

He claims that he's been set up,

that a foreign agent has stolen
the additive.

But why bother
setting up Meyers?

Why not simply steal
the additive

and then vanish into thin air?

Well, if you're unswayed
by the alternatives,

you have to assume you have
your Killer behind bars.

I suppose.

And what about the inspector?
Has he told Margaret yet?

Not yet.

Julia, the last time
we saw James Pendrick...

Does any of that bother you?

The kiss?

Mm.

[ Exhales sharply ]
No.

I haven't thought about it
for a moment.

- Does it bother you?
- Of course not.

He was out of his mind.

And now he's dead.

Indeed.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Hinges creaking ]

Oh, my God.

[ Coughs]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

It's time, Mr. Meyers.

We have to hand you over.

How long we known each other,
Murdoch, hmm?

Ten years, I suppose.

Yeah.

Yeah, that sounds about right,
hmm?

Do you honestly consider me
a threat to this country,

to my fellow man?

Come on.

You know me.

You know they're gonna
consider this treason.

I'll be hanged.

Let me go.

It's not up to me, Mr. Meyers.

Sure, it is. Just open the door.
Turn your back.

You'll never see me again.
I swear.

I'll return to my people.

You would go back to Borneo?

I'll never set foot
in this country again.

So what difference does it make
if they hang me

or if I simply vanish forever?

[ Water dripping ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

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

[ Keys jingling ]

Ah!
Thank you, Detective.

All ready for moving, Meyers?

The prime minister awaits,

and I assure you...
he is not in a merciful mood.

[ Music continues ]

Murdoch!

Where's Will?

- Murdoch?!
- Sir?

Oh! No, sir.
Why are you so old again?

Oh! Oh, my God, sir.
What's happened?

Just... Just yesterday,
you were a young man.

Oh, get off, Crabtree!

- Where's Murdoch?
- MURDOCH: Sir.

The place has been ransacked.

All Pendrick's equipment
has been stolen.

Of course.

Meyers believed
Pendrick's equipment

was crucial in synthesizing
the Pendramine.

But I was there.

The place hadn't been robbed yet
when Mr. Prout was attacked,

when Meyers was arrested.

- Who's Mr. Prout?
- A young me.

- But you're young you.
- Oh, shut up, Higgins.

- It couldn't have been Meyers.
- Well, then who?

Did you tell anybody else
the lie about the laboratory?

No.

But someone else was listening
in on the conversation.

Uh, but...

Stop!

Driver, stop.

What's the problem?

What's going on?

[ Horse neighs ]

Wait a minute.

Agent Tanner,
you're under arrest

for the murder of James Pendrick
and the attempted murder...

Me? [ Chuckles ]
I think not.

We know it was you.
You're P.D. Lion.

What of it?

You can't prove
that I killed Pendrick.

You poisoned a man
here in Toronto.

When he recovers,
he'll identify you.

So if the inspector survives,
what will you charge me with,

attempted murder?

[ Laughs ]

It's enough to lock you up

and stop you from taking
the Pendramine back to Ottawa.

Ottawa?
Uh, no, no, no.

In the hands of the masses,

eternal life would cause
an epidemic of overpopulation.

I took it for myself...

Uh, myself and a handful of the
wealthiest buyers in the world.

So lock me up...
5 years, 10, 20.

Time matters not
in the face of eternal life.

[ Exhales deeply ]

The second-ever dose of
Pendramine mixed by my own hand.

Everlasting youth... is mine.

I don't believe we've met.

Inspector Thomas C. Brackenreid.

MURDOCH:
You've been had.

No.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Margaret?
It's me.

But... But... he's you.

I'm sorry, but no.
I'm me, warts and all.

So it was all a lie?

[ Sighs ]

I didn't want to hide it
from you, but I had to.

It was the only way
to catch Pendrick's killer.

It had to seem real.

People had to see
that you believed it.

[ Laughs ]

Uh, people believed it
because I played the part.

I didn't believe for one second
that this young man was you.

- You didn't?
- Well, of course not.

He was far too considerate,
for one.

I assumed you were up
to some kind of nonsense,

and I went along with it.

You had your fun,
and I had mine.

Bloody hell, Margaret!
Who is this imposter?

Oh, it's all right, Quinton.

I think the horse has left
the barn on that one.

I'll tell you this, Margaret.

It was no fun
for one single second

being locked away
in that laboratory.

Oh, uncomfortable, was it?

Or did you run out of scotch?

The problem wasn't where I was.

It was where I wasn't...

Kept away from my family...
kept away from you.

Oh, Thomas.

Full reinstatement
from Prime Minister Laurier.

Oh, and he sends his thanks
for exposing Agent Tanner.

I wasn't sure you'd welcome
a return

to your old position,
Mr. Meyers.

Well, they do say the trappings
make the man.

Once I was back
in my old habiliments,

I found I wanted
nothing more

than to be
in the civilized company

of the Canadian
federal government.

[ Coughs]

What about the Pendramine?

Uh, I mean,
I know it didn't work,

but according to the inspector,

Mr. Pendrick was really getting
somewhere with it.

Yes.
We found the stolen formula.

But any further work on his
research would be fruitless,

I'm afraid.

Perhaps the detective
could do something with it.

I know your additive
was fake, sir,

but that's not to say
you couldn't make it work.

I don't know
that I could do anything,

but I suppose it wouldn't hurt
to try.

It's not the research itself
that would be fruitless.

It's the Panamanian guarana.

The... Oh.

Uh, P-Pendrick's
active ingredient.

Mm.

The Americans are building
a canal down there.

Our sources tell us
that every last trace

of Panamanian guarana
has been destroyed.

The Americans have ruined
any chance the world had

at eternal life.

Oh, well.

There's nothing to say that it
would have amounted to anything.

Maybe there is.

Look at this postcard.

Dropped at the front desk,
unsigned.

"Thanks for saving my life."

Sir, whose life did you save?

You tell me.

Is that...

Could it really be him?

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

BRACKENREID:
James bloody Pendrick.

He's still alive.