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F-T-P-1-1.

Thank you.

Do you have an answer?

- The answer is yes.
- Are you certain?

Yes.

Hello?

Are you still there?

No! No!

No! Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

I'm sorry, he was screaming
but you couldn't hear him?

I'm saying
the screams got quieter.

- Like this...
- Stop!

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

As if he was moving
farther from the telephone?

No. It was like
all the sound just drained away.

What's going on, Higgins?

Sir, uh, this is
Bonnie Clement from the...

Front Street Telephone
and Telegraph Exchange.

She's reporting a strange
telephone call, sir.

- That's not the strangest part.
- What is the strangest part?

He called twice
to the same number.

The first call was routed

through
the Toronto Island Exchange.

The second came through
the Mill Street Exchange

15 seconds later.

- 15 seconds?
- Don't you see?

He was in two different places
at the same time.

Right.

It's true, I swear.

Excuse me.

Sir.
Should I investigate this?

Investigate what?
She's a crackpot.

Write it up and get back
to what you were doing.

Oh, well, I was about to respond
to George's postcard, sir.

- He's in Paris.
- I know where he is!

I just hope he's annoying
the bloody French.

Sir.

And you believe it's because of
the hormone treatment?

I don't know what else to think.

I've never felt such urgency
in that regard.

Are you feeling that way now?

William!

It comes and goes.

But I do think that we should
strike while the iron is hot.

After all,
it's a Darwinian principle

that inclination is related
to fertile receptivity.

- I agree, but...
- We need a code word.

William, his face.

- He appears quite flushed.
- Not just flushed.

It's like his surface
capillaries have exploded.

The infinity symbol.

I believe it's called
a lemniscate.

It's a graphic representation...

Lemniscate!

I believe we've found
our code word.

I've seen this symbol before.

Of course you have.
It's a lemniscate.

A what?

Well, among other things,
it's the symbol for infinity.

I don't give a toss
about infinity.

I mean I've seen this recently.

F-T-P-1-1.
What does that mean?

I have no idea.

FT could be the beginning
of a telephone number.

FT could be
the Front Street Exchange.

Sir, that's where
Bonnie Clement works.

Who?

The "crackpot"
we had in earlier, sir.

F-T-P-11.

Yes, this is definitely
one of ours.

The "P" stands for
"public phone."

And 11, well, that would be
for public telephone number 11.

The call you reported
this morning, that was to P-11?

Yes.
Just after midnight.

Do you know
where the call came from?

I don't know.

It originated
from the Mill Street Exchange.

And how many telephones
are serviced

by the Mill Street Exchange?

Oh, gosh. I wouldn't know.
Hundreds, I would think.

Possibly thousands.

Bloody hell.

Is it usual
for someone to receive a call

to one of these
public telephones?

Well, it's not common,
but it can be arranged.

One just has to book a specific
phone for a specific time.

So there'll be a record
of who received that call.

Well, yes, I suppose,
but you'd have to speak

to the shift manager about that.

I'm just on the switchboard.

That would be the phone.

Detective Murdoch.

- Lemniscate.
- I'll be right there.

Let me unlock the door.

The attendants will be back
any minute.

So, what have you, Doctor?

Well, Detective,
now that you mention it,

I've never seen
anything like it.

Not only were his surface
capillaries ruptured,

the alveoli of his lungs
had literally exploded.

As if he were killed
in a vacuum.

Yes.
How did you guess that?

His death was overheard
by a switchboard operator

who described his cries
as being drained of sound,

and soundwaves can't propagate
in a vacuum.

I also noticed the vacuum
chamber on your table.

I see.

I experimented on rats
to test my theory.

William, how on earth would
one find a vacuum chamber

large enough
to fit an adult human?

A vacuum?
How is that possible?

I'm not sure.

But we do know the air was drawn
out of the room very quickly.

- Within seconds.
- How did they manage that?

It would have to be
a specialized facility.

Likely experimental.

Sirs, I've contacted the manager
at the telephone exchange.

The telephone in question
was booked

from 12:00 midnight
under the name Fred Smith.

In fact, Fred Smith has booked
the same telephone

at the same time every night
for the past three weeks, sir.

That's a bit curious,
isn't it?

The same time every night.

There are three Fred Smiths
in Toronto, sir,

but they all claim to have
been in bed at the time.

It's probably an alias.

Did anyone see him?

The manager remembers seeing
him a few nights back, sir.

He'll be in later.

William.

Look what I found
in today's business section.

Bloody hell,
that's where I've seen it.

"Investment opportunity
of a lifetime."

"Best project ever conceived."

What do you think it could be?

Probably one of those
get-rich-quick schemes.

It starts at 2:30.

That's in half an hour.

Are these all investors?

I don't know.
I saw some members of the press.

I've asked around.

No one seems to have a clue
what it's all about.

I'll tell you what it's about.

It's the greatest scheme
ever devised...

To separate you from you money.

Speed.

The inverse relationship
between distance and time.

Since the dawn
of the machine age,

man has sought to increase one
at the expense of the other.

To do that, we needed
the power to accelerate.

But we encountered a limit...
Friction.

The point
where the wheel meets the rail.

I know that voice.
Do you know that voice?

But if we were
to lift the train

by the force
of magnetic repulsion

and drive it forward
by means of induction,

then the only friction
one would encounter

would be the wind.

And if we were
to take that out,

our speed could be infinite.

William, he's talking about
a vacuum.

Yes, he is.

Allowing for
a comfortable acceleration,

we could go from New York
to London in one hour.

Sound impossible?

Try inevitable.

Frictionless Levitated.

Accelerated
Subsurface Hypertrain.

Introducing the Pendrick FLASH.

- It's bloody Pendrick.
- So he is alive.

...from 50,000 sections
of cast aluminum

and held in place by cables
secured to the ocean floor.

While the tube
would be airless,

passengers would ride
in full comfort.

Is such a thing even possible?

Well, theoretically
it's possible,

but I couldn't even
begin to guess

as to whether
it's actually viable.

But first
we have to build it.

That's where you come in.

I'll be there to talk to you
at 3:00.

That's in 30 seconds.

But wait.

I'm on Toronto Island.

You can see for yourself.
Just look out the window.

It's him!

It's James Pendrick.
He's on Toronto Island.

There's only 20 seconds left.

Two miles.

No man can travel
two miles in 20 seconds.

He is James Pendrick, sir.

It's not a trick.

Ladies and gentlemen,
members of the press,

I am a man
who dreams great things.

But far superior is the man
who makes those dreams reality.

And that is my main investor

and force behind the share
offering, Mr. Clyde Spiker.

Thank you, Mr. Pendrick.

As you all know...

Do you seriously expect us
to fall for this fantasy?

Mr. Darling here
is the head of a consortium

of steamship companies

that are understandably
Very nervous.

If you have shares in these
companies, sell them now.

This is the future.

And now Mr. Spiker.

Bloody hell, James. The last
time I saw you, you were dead!

Death can't stop
a man like me, Tom.

Detective Murdoch.
Always a pleasure.

And Dr. Ogden.

I believe the last time we met,
my alter ego stole a kiss.

Oh, yes, I-I do remember.

Well, allow me to return it.

Now, what are you doing here?
Are you here to invest?

Oh, you can't be serious.

I'm afraid so, Mr. Pendrick.

Dear God.
That's Charlie Howden.

Who was he?

He was a mathematician.

Specialist in field equations.

What the devil happened to him?

We believe he was killed
in a vacuum.

I know where it happened.

This is your test vehicle?

We call it the sled.

Our test track runs
from here to Ward's Island.

Through our test tube.

Electromagnets.

There are two sets, of course.

The ones on the bottom
are all of like polarity.

- To create levitation.
- Mm.

The ones on the side there
alternate to allow induction.

For acceleration.

Up to the midpoint,
where we reverse polarity

to help brake the vehicle.

So this is the telephone

connected to
the Mill Street Exchange?

Yes. But we use it mostly to
communicate with headquarters.

So this is where he died.

These fans create the vacuum?

That's right.

We keep the tube evacuated
behind that airtight seal.

When the room is depressurized,
the seal opens.

And who controls the fans?

There are controls
on either end,

but access is strictly limited
to members of my team.

I'll need to speak with them.

Pendrick with guest.
Initiate transport.

Hold onto your hat, Murdoch.

This will be
the ride of your life.

How fast did we just go?

Think, Murdoch.

Two times 0.9 miles
in 7 seconds.

Constant rate of acceleration.

400 miles per hour?

392 to be exact.

With a longer track,
we can go much faster.

Murdoch, meet my team.

This is Robert H. Goddard,
the inventor of the FLASH train.

- Mr. Pendrick exaggerates.
- Nonsense.

We shared a coach on a train

where he showed me
an essay he'd written

outlining the broad principles.

To be honest,
I'm more excited about

the rocket Mr. Pendrick built.

One project at a time, Robert.

This is Jaya Bhola,
my mechanical engineer.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Pleasure to meet you.

And Gong Fu Chi,
Mr. Howden's protégé.

Her proficiency
in dynamic feedback calculations

is unparalleled.

How do you do?

And lastly, my assistant,
Mr. Sam Trenwith,

without whom
I'd be entirely lost.

Now, that is
just shameless flattery,

but it does happen to be true.

Are you an investor, then?

No, I work for
the Toronto Constabulary.

Detective Murdoch is here

on some rather grim business,
I'm afraid.

Yes.

Charlie Howden
was found floating

in the Toronto Harbour
this morning.

My God!

Fu Chi was asking where he was.
What happened?

He was caught
in the mainland launch chamber

while it was depressurized.

But that's impossible.
We have safeguards.

We also have an override switch.

But that requires
a special key and...

Are you saying Chicken Little
was murdered?

By someone who knows
our operation inside and out.

- Chicken Little?
- That was our pet name for him.

He was
always predicting failure.

Catastrophic failure.

He thought field perturbations

would send the sled
off the rails, and he was right.

At certain speeds,
oscillations develop.

So the sky may have indeed
fallen had it not been for

Mr. Goddard's
brilliant invention.

A feedback stabilizer
that dampens the current

at peak oscillation.

So, Murdoch,
how can we help you?

I'll be needing to interview
everyone who had access to

or knowledge of this facility.

You think it was
one of your own team?

I don't know what to think, Tom.

It had to be someone

with an intimate knowledge
of our operation.

Was there any bad blood
between them and Howden?

Charlie was a pessimist.

While the others sought success,
he looked for failure.

It's what made him so valuable.

I just heard.
Terrible news.

Have you told them
my suspicions?

I have not.

Gentlemen?

Mr. Spiker believes that
a member of my team is a spy,

based on evidence
that is circumstantial at best.

Howden's been murdered.
Why do you dismiss the obvious?

Because it means...

It means that I've been betrayed
by someone

that I admire and trust.

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time.

That said, if there is a spy,

perhaps Mr. Howden
stumbled upon their identity.

Or he was caught
in an act of sabotage.

- So who was he?
- We don't know.

And who would a spy
be working for?

- Trenton Darling.
- Trenton Darling.

So it is your contention

that Mr. Howden was killed by
a member of Mr. Pendrick's team

who is secretly working for me.

You represent a consortium
of steamship interests.

I'm an agent paid to represent
the interests of my clients

by all legal means.

Is it not
in your clients' interests

that Mr. Pendrick's FLASH fail?

It will fail.
And without any help from me.

On the contrary,
it seems to work.

Of course it works.
It may even pay for itself.

That's beside the point.

Pendrick will never acquire
sufficient capital

to build the thing.

It's my understanding
the initial share offering

is selling out briskly.

What about the next one?
Or the one after that?

And after that?

At some point,
his investors will realize

it's all going down
the same bottomless well,

and that's where
Mr. Pendrick's tube ends.

I didn't engage in espionage.

I wouldn't risk my good name.

Not because I wasn't willing to,
but because it wasn't required.

I don't think we can hold him.

Of course we can't
bloody hold him. He's right.

What, you don't believe
he hired a spy?

- Well, that as well.
- Sir?

I was hoping to invest.

Just think about it, Murdoch.
Across the Atlantic in one hour.

I could go home,
watch the Wednesday play

whenever they're in London
and be back for dinner.

Sirs.

I've confirmed the alibis
for Jaya Bhola and Gong Fu Chi.

The rest claim
to have been asleep alone.

We found this
among Mr. Howden's effects.

It must be his workbook.

Yes, sir, and it appears some
pages have been ripped out here.

Ah, yes.
Ah.

I'm Fenn Bickford.

Oh, yes.

Sir, this is the night manager
for the Front Street Exchange.

You're the fella
who saw what's his name...

The man who took the call
last night.

Fred Smith, sir.

Actually, I didn't see him
last night.

But other nights, to be sure.

Right. Start with members
of Mr. Pendrick's team.

- Maybe we'll get lucky.
- Sir.

All right, Mr. Bickford,
please take a seat.

I'm going to show you
some photographs,

and you tell me
if any are familiar.

- This man?
- No.

No.

Oh, that's him.

This is the man?

No, that's James Pendrick.

That man...
He's Fred Smith.

So there was a spy.

Yes.

Working for you.

You do like to
cross those T's, don't you?

Yes, working for me.

He'd telephone at midnight.

- Every night?
- Not every night.

We had to arrange the time slot
well in advance.

Hold it. But it was Howden
who made the call.

That's right.

My spy didn't kill Mr. Howden,
Inspector.

Mr. Howden was the spy.

I can't believe it.

No, it's impossible.
Charlie and I...

Charlie and I,
we go back years.

Trenton Darling is lying.

We know Mr. Howden
placed the telephone call,

and a witness has confirmed that
Mr. Darling was the recipient.

Is there no one in the world
I can trust?

There are other implications,
Mr. Pendrick.

Motivation for the murder
has changed.

You are now a suspect.

Me?

Your friend betrayed you.

Murdoch, you've seen me
in the face of betrayal before.

I can barely summon the will
to breathe, let alone Kill.

If not you, then who?

Seal number one is open.

But the sled's
still in its dock.

Well, the launch room
has been depressurized.

Someone is in the tube.
He's manually opened the seal.

Close the seal
and repressurize.

Come on, Murdoch!

This way.

Put this on. It will protect you
against the vacuum.

- Is this a Judson fastener?
- It is.

Specially designed to withstand
20 atmospheres of pressure.

How will we communicate?

There is a Fessenden
transmitter in each suit.

Use override to evacuate in 10.

Can you hear me?

- Yes.
- Brace yourself.

It's about to get
a little breezy in here.

There he is.
What the blazes is he up to?

James, stay back!
I found this under the tracks.

- Sam, dear God!
- There's not enough time.

29 seconds.

I don't know anything
about wiring.

How many bombs
have you defused, Murdoch?

Uh, two.

That's two more than I.

Uh, so many wires.

Murdoch.

Murdoch!

It's over.

However did you know
there was a bomb down there?

I didn't.
I-I was following a hunch.

Charlie was down there
earlier in the evening.

I didn't think anything of it,

but when I found out
he was a spy...

That should do it.

Why didn't you tell us?

If I was wrong,
I'd have been embarrassed.

If I was right, I'd have been
putting your life in danger.

I couldn't do that.

You imperiled your life
to save mine

and thwarted
an act of sabotage against

the dream I hold so dear.

Thank you, Sam.

I'm giving you a raise
effective the day you started.

No, sir.
I don't want it.

Your thanks is all the reward
I could wish for.

You still messing around
with the bomb? Is that wise?

Oh, it's a very
simple device, sir.

The timer closes the circuit,
which sends current

from the battery
to the resistor,

which then lights the fuses.

Naturally, I wanted to see
how long it would take.

- And?
- I'm still waiting.

Ah. You're telling me the thing
would never have gone off.

Well, sir, I've tested
the battery and the circuit,

but for some reason
I keep getting a voltage drop

between the battery
and the resistor.

So, what are you doing now?

I'm trying to find out what
is causing that voltage drop.

What's that?

I've seen one of these before.

It's meant to shift a portion
of an alternating current

out of phase.

A battery is direct current.

In which case this would act
as a simple resistor.

Did Mr. Howden
have the technical knowledge

to apply this?

Oh, heavens no. Charlie was
just a mathematician.

His field equations
were brilliant,

but he had
no practical ability.

Who had the requisite knowledge,
then?

Mr. Pendrick, of course.

What about Mrs. Bhola?

No,
she's a materials specialist.

And Fu Chi, who knows?

Mr. Spiker?

He knew about finances,
nothing more.

Mr. Trenwith?

Sam is Mr. Pendrick's butler,

secretary, best friend.

- But not a technical expert.
- No.

But I've noticed
he's a fast learner.

The key to this drawer,
Mr. Trenwith.

Ah, no, I'm sorry.

That drawer
is strictly off limits.

Detective, there are items
of a personal nature

that I would prefer
to be kept...

No, that's private!

I like to draw. I like to draw
what I see around me.

There's really
nothing unusual...

I have no interest in your
personal concerns, Mr. Trenwith,

I assure you.

The handwriting is the same.
It's you.

You're the spy.

I don't know
how Charlie got this.

I never gave it to him.

So Mr. Howden was never the spy.

It was you all along.

Look, I never betrayed James.
I need him to know that.

It's really important to me
that he knows that.

But you did work
for Mr. Darling?

At first, yes.

Why?

Why? Why does anyone
do anything? Money, of course.

He paid a lot,
and I have expensive tastes.

Had.
I'm not the man I used to be.

Love changes you.

I telephoned Darling
whenever I had information.

I would call
precisely at midnight.

I did the talking mostly,
and he would just listen.

Then two nights ago he told me
to meet a man at the docks.

Then you were given the bomb.

It was the man who placed the
bomb. I just had to let him in.

But I couldn't take the chance
it would go off.

So you improvised a means
of stopping the bomb exploding.

I had barely a minute alone
with the device.

So when Mr. Howden
was thought to be the spy,

you took advantage
of the situation

and pretended
to discover the bomb?

It was set to explode at noon.
I knew I had time.

Why a bomb?

Darling wanted to expose

the Pendrick FLASH's
vulnerability to sabotage.

So Mr. Darling was truly worried
the FLASH would succeed.

Of course he was worried.

He was up against
James Pendrick.

Well, I'm convinced.

You believe Mr. Trenwith
is the killer?

I mean I'm convinced as to the
viability of Pendrick's scheme.

If the man who described it
as a bottomless pit

is so scared
he's planting bombs,

I'm taking that as a sign.

I just heard.
I can't believe it. Sam?

He admits to being the spy but
swears he never betrayed you.

- Is he the killer?
- We don't know.

It's possible Mr. Howden
found the card,

read the numbers,

and correctly deduced
that Mr. Trenwith was the spy.

And was killed for it.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
Could I have a word?

About the share offering.
Are there any shares left?

The first offering
is all but sold out,

but I've set
a certain number aside

if you come by
later this afternoon.

I'll send my wife.
She's in charge of investments.

Sir?

We went through the contents
of Mr. Trenwith's desk.

He seems to have
an odd preoccupation

with Mr. Pendrick, sir.

We found poems.

Anything about the case?

- In the poems?
- No, Henry.

Anything about the case?

Oh! Oh, well,
we did find these, sir.

I believe
they're the missing pages.

Missing pages?

From Mr. Howden's notebook.

Do you know what these mean?

Well, they're feedback
calculations of some sort.

That's all I can tell you. You'd
have to talk with an expert.

Right.
Good work, Henry.

Bring in Miss Gong
and Mr. Goddard.

Right away, sir.

Um, sir, Dr. Ogden
left a message for you.

- Thank you, Henry.
- Sir.

Come in, Margaret, come in.
Good, good, good, good.

- Did you bring the money?
- Yes. But what is it for?

We're investing in the most
fantastic project

ever conceived.

There's over $200 in here,
Thomas.

Which will become $2,000
when this gets built.

We're getting in
at the ground floor, Margaret.

Well, if you're certain.

Yes, I am,
but you have to hurry.

Mr. Spiker is holding shares
especially for us.

A over Y prime
is the threshold.

I can see that. But why
would it become chaotic?

My God.

It can't be.

Care to enlighten me?

It's right here.

It would seem Charlie
had a mathematical revelation.

What kind of revelation?

The oscillations
I told you about earlier.

Apparently, they become chaotic
beyond a certain speed.

Meaning?

The feedback stabilizer
only dampens oscillations

of a fixed period.

If they become chaotic...

The train
will come off the track.

According to the calculation,

the chaotic movements
increase sharply

beyond the critical speed.

And that critical speed is...?

417.

Miles per hour.

Where did you find these?

Did you know what
these calculations meant?

That he was being
Chicken Little all over again.

Not this time.

You knew he was going to
test his theory.

So you gave him
the telephone number to call.

Only it wasn't Mr. Darling who
answered this time. It was you.

I couldn't let the information
get out.

Not on the eve
of the share offering.

James needs that money
for phase one.

Mr. Trenwith, there isn't
going to be a phase one.

Mr. Pendrick's FLASH won't work.

As of
this particular moment, maybe,

but James will figure it out.

He always does.
He is a genius.

What did you do
when Mr. Howden telephoned?

What I had to.

I told him to stay
at the facility.

I then used the override switch
to evacuate the launch chamber.

Mr. Trenwith...

No, please, I need to
get this off my chest.

Mr. Trenwith,
Mr. Howden died

moments after
the telephone call.

If you were on the telephone
with him,

you could not have killed him.

No, no. No, wait,
that's not how it happened.

Why are you trying so hard
to confess to a murder

you could not have committed?

I wish to speak to my lawyer.

The pages.

That's why you asked me
where I'd gotten these.

You showed these equations
to James Pendrick.

My God.

You understand what it means?

I understand what it means
for the Pendrick FLASH.

People will tolerate an hour
in a cramped capsule

hurtling through
an airless space.

They'll never tolerate 10.

Bloody hell.

Sir?

I bought 200 shares.

I'm sorry, Tom.

As am I.
Now, if we could...

I swear
I've never seen these before.

Well, Mr. Trenwith
believed you did.

Now, if you didn't give them
to him directly,

he must have left them
for you somewhere.

And he believes I found them

and correctly deduced
their meaning

and then killed Charlie for it.

That Sam would think
so lowly of me...

What matters is that
he believed it, so why?

- What does he say about it?
- Nothing.

The moment I confronted him
in his lie, he stopped talking.

- There was a card.
- A card?

Sam was always writing me

little cards
and notes of encouragement.

"Good luck tomorrow"
and that kind of thing.

What did this one say?

"This may be worth
a conversation."

But when I looked inside,
there was nothing there.

What if the pages were inside
but the killer removed them?

Then decided to have his own
conversation with Mr. Howden.

Murdoch, had I known,

I never would have gone ahead
with the share offering.

It was Spiker.

He would have lost
his entire investment.

So he traded his loss for mine.

And a hundred others.

Mill Street, 1-8-1-3.

Hello, Robert.
Is Clyde there?

No, no.
Tell him to wait there.

I'll explain later.
Just keep him there.

We must be fleet of foot.

I'm sorry, Tom. There's only
room for two in the sled.

That's all right.
I'll wait.

Robert!

Are you all right?
What happened?

I don't know.

You've been
hit on the head, man.

Spiker must be headed
back to the mainland.

You're all right.

The sled's gone.
The knave slipped past us.

- Robert, send that sled back.
- I can't.

My commands are being overridden
by the mainland control room.

Spiker's taken control.

Breathe out!
And hold your breath!

Murdoch!
Your oxygen rebreather!

William!

Julia?
You should leave.

We're in a vacuum.

Don't be silly.

You know sound can't travel
in a vacuum.

I'm just reminding you
to breathe.

Murdoch!
Can you hear me?

How long
have we been unconscious?

The suits take a moment or two
to pressurize.

Spiker tried to kill us
the same way he killed Howden.

- Oh, boy!
- What is it?

The mainland induction track
is aligned with the island.

What does that mean?

It means the polarity
won't reverse at the midpoint.

The sled will continue to
accelerate past critical speed.

He means to destroy the tube
with us in it.

- Oh, boy!
- What now?

It's on its way.

We have to close the seal!

Hurry!

Oh, boy.

Bollocks.

Murdoch!

Well?

Full confession.

I expected
no less from you, Tom.

The man robbed me
of my life savings.

I was prepared to extract
more than a confession.

- Thomas!
- Oh, here we go.

Margaret,
I've got some bad news.

Well, I'm afraid I have
some of my own.

I just couldn't bring myself
to invest

in one of
Pendrick's crazy schemes.

- You didn't buy the shares?
- I'm sorry.

I know that you're friends,

but Mr. Pendrick's plans
never work out.

- No disrespect intended.
- None taken.

You're quite right, of course.

Well, thank you.

So if you want to pout, you can
go right ahead because I...

Bloody hell, Margaret!
You're brilliant.

Now, why don't I take you home.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening, gentlemen.

So is there no hope
for the Pendrick FLASH?

Someday someone will do it,
but it won't be me.

- What about you, Mr. Goddard?
- No.

I've decided to devote my
energies to building a rocket.

I'd tell you how, but I'm
afraid it's now a state secret.

Just knowing it's possible
is enough for me.

Take care.

Well, Mr. Pendrick,

if death doesn't stop you,
neither will this.

I'm sure you'll be back
with an even grander idea.

I hope you're right.

And you must be sure
to keep that logograph.

The infinity symbol.
You like that?

I really do.

I believe it's called
a lemniscate?

Well, I must be off.

Much work to do.

Well, Murdoch,
shall I treat you to dinner

to help celebrate
my latest failure?

I appreciate the offer,

but I'm afraid
my wife needs my assistance.

It's curious, isn't it?

I've always been undone
by the malfeasance

of those I've trusted.

But for the first time,

I've been undone by the
very forces of nature itself.

You thought you'd been betrayed

by a man who was willing to
confess to a murder

he believed you had committed.

Whatever did I do
to deserve such loyalty?

I believe
he was in love with you.

Of course.

Now that you say it,
it seems so obvious,

but I swear I didn't know.

Tell me, do you think
if a man tried hard enough,

he could overcome
his inborn nature?

I don't believe so.

Pity.

Until next time.