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A firefighting 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 Board of Trade Building.

Home to Gooderham and Worts,

it is a notable
flatiron building.

Right.

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 Dr. 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 bumblefisted 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.

Lucky, isn't it?

Yes, quite.

George, call for
a second ambulance.

Sir.

Well, it was unfortunate.

What's going on up there?

An ambulance will be
on it's 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's fetching
a second ambulance.

Right. George, the automobile's
fender is jammed in the wagon.

We need tools.

Right.

Does anyone know
when we'll be through?

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.

How do you like this
for obligation?

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.

Yeah. Yeah.

Miss Sommer needs
medical attention.

- The ambulance has been called.
- You might tell her that.

She doesn't understand
a thing I say.

She's says she wants a refund
on your tour.

Refund? That fellow in
the motorcar can pay 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.

Good, a nurse!

Can you tell me?
I-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.

...Is more seriously injured.

Cars and carriages
are backed up.

Police constables
are on their way.

They'll help 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 moved until
medical assistance arrives.

In the meantime,
we could use a crowbar.

Perhaps you could help find one?

Come on!
Let's clear this!

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 get on my way.

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

Right.

Thank you.

Hey. Get...
Help me get them back.

Oh, chickens.

How am I supposed to fix this?

Be thankful you're not hurt.

That's all going to change
once Mr. Nicastro

sees how banged up
his vehicle is!

I'm gonna catch a whupping
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.

Mr. Dilbert?
Bloody hell.

Hello, Inspector.
Good to see you.

Bad circumstances.

Well, now, 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 awaiting an ambulance.

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

That'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, Dr. 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?

Well, it's a very good sign
that you're conscious and alert.

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?

Ah, good man.

- That was very quick.
- Thank you, sir!

Sir.

Thank you, George.

Right, could you please
get in the motorcar

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

Okay, 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.

W-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.

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.

Move! I want to get by!

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's
not gonna 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 interesting, 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?

Uh... 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.

It's 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 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. Ah.

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?
- Lan Porter.

I had a little flirt
with his fiancée.

Oh, very good.

And 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 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.

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, lad...
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... 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.

Huh. 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 two whiskeys.

- Make mine a double.
- Thataboy, 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 n...

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.

Ohh. Here.
Take him the whole bottle.

I can 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.

Uh, 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?

Might have been someone
called Bill or Bob?

Jeremy.
Jeremy Hunter.

Stopping for a drink, are you?

You told me you'd 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.

- Bull...
- 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!

Don't let them get away!

- 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 8:55.

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.
Be quick about it.

Careful, boy!

Don't let him get away!

Get over here!

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, sir?

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.

Can you see anything
up there yet?

Oh, dear.

Put that camera away!

Can you tell me about
the situation here, Inspector?

Everything that needs to be done
is getting done.

Mist... 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 gonna 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.

Now, 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 realized something quite
serious must have happened.

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

I'm tired
of apologizing 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 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?

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?
- Mnh-mnh.

Wearing an orange coat,
pushing a pram.

- This one.
- Did you happen to see her face?

Mnh-mnh.

Mr. Dilbert.

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 am, uh...

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-I will do whatever you need,
Mr. Dilbert.

Very well.

Puts my mind at ease.

Mr. Flannery seems to be have
an injury to his midsection.

- Did you examine him?
- I haven't, but...

Yes, hello.

Uh, 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
on 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...

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 that the pram
never contained a baby at all.

So you think the only reason
that the pram was put there

was to make him turn
towards Mr. Dilbert?

I don't even know Mr. Flannery.

Can you think of anyone at all
who may 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's 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.

Would you like more of this?

Go ahead.

We... We got him.

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 sure
you get a good cut.

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

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?

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, I was to meet
my immediate supervisor

at 10:15 this morning
to convey my concerns to him.

You could attend the meeting
in my stead,

pass along my regrets,
and explain our concerns.

Here are my notes.

I will do no such thing,
Mr. Dilbert.

There's time enough
for you to do so.

That's entirely
beside the point.

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.

I apologize 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 apologize.

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

I've 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

are 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 have 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 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,

that their filtration system

doesn't do
what they say it will.

And they know as much.

You proved that without a doubt.

Well, 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's 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 man.
- Yes.

Good man.
Holds his own.

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'll 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 was 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.

Wha...

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.

Are 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,
no matter what happens.

We... 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've 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.

Quickly,
bring him to the ground.

Get in here, lads.