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No, I-I think
it's just the two of them.

No.
Just some movers.

He looks to be about 40.
She's a few years younger.

Oh, dear.
They just saw me.

-WOMAN: [ Singsong ] Hello!
-Because they're waving at me.

Oh, no.
They're coming this way.

No, I don--

W-Well, not without
you here.

Because you're better
at these things. I...

MAN:
I'm coming, dear.

I prefer
a peaceful coexistence.

I-It's just better that way.
I-I...

[ Rhythmic knock on door ]

They're here.

I will.

I promise.

-WOMAN: Hello?
-MAN: [ Singsong ] Hello?

-WOMAN: [ Singsong ] Hello?
-[ Knocking continues ]

MAN: I hear footsteps in there.
[ Chuckles ]

Howdy, neighbor!

WOMAN:
We saw you looking.

MAN: Mm-hmm!

Raymond Huckabee,

and this is my --
my better half, Goldie Huckabee.

GOLDIE: Oh!
[ Chuckles ]

-William Murdoch.
-We just had to see your house.

-It is so unusual.
-Mm-hmm!

Is there, um,
a Mrs. Murdoch, or...?

There is a Dr. Julia Ogden.

She's away
at a medical conference.

She'll be back Thursday.

-She?
-My wife.

Oh, your doctor is a wife?

-RAYMOND: Uh!
-Oh.

-[ Laughing ]
-I said it the wrong way around.

[ Laughing ] She said --
She said it the wrong way...

[ Laughs ]

Where are all the rooms?

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Clears throat ]

Detective Murdoch.

He's a detective.

Right, yes.
I'll be right there.

Duty calls.

Oh.
What a shame.

-Detective.
-GOLDIE: [ Chuckles ]

Some other time, then.

-Some other time.
-Ohh.

[ Indistinct talking ]

We received a call at 6:35.

She was found with her head
and shoulders down in the water.

No attempt to bury her.

-Thoughts, Miss Hart?
-She's young.

She appears to be
about 18 or 19.

As you can see,
her throat's been cut.

But there was no sign
of blood.

Well, if she was found
in the water,

any sign of blood
could have washed away.

Distribute these
to the other station houses.

We want to have this woman
identified right away.

Anyone missing persons
reported?

Not in the last week, sir.

All right.

Conduct a search using
her Bertillon measurements.

Show Mr. Parker
how the Searchizer operates.

Oh, sir,
it never gives us a match.

There's always a first time.

Sir.

Detective Murdoch built
this automated machine

to calculate ratios
between people's facial features

and compare them against
every individual

the constabulary has on file.

Why don't I take
the measurements

while you dial them in?

You know
the Bertillon system?

I was a Pinkerton.

Finding people was
half our business.

Nose to chin -- oh.

You use metric.

Easier to calculate,
apparently.

Ah.
8.7.

Nose to corner of right eye --
6.2.

Left eye -- 6.1.

Nose to midpoint
between the eyes -- 5.4.

CRABTREE:
All right, that should do.

And...

How long does it take
to get a match?

Well, to compare it
to every file on record,

it takes about 10 minutes.

As far as finding a match,
so far, never.

[ Bell dings ]

Good Lord.

Speak the words, and they
immediately become a lie.

Look at that.

M0132.

M0132.

PARKER: Yes.
That's her, all right.

When did she go missing?

1890-- 1895?

That's 12 years ago.

She still looks 18.

How is that possible?

BRACKENREID:
The same young woman.

-Looks to be the same age.
-But taken 12 years apart.

-Then it must be someone else.
-I have to agree.

The chances of someone
having the exact same

Bertillon measurements is slim
but not zero.

Perhaps it was a sister.

Nontwin siblings
are not identical.

I knew two brothers
born five years apart

who were spitting images.

We used to call them
the Percy twins.

Pointy faces, high foreheads.
Happy dafties, the pair of them.

So, what do we have
on the family?

Just what's on file.
Her name is Polly Townsend.

Reported missing by
Jack and Doris Townsend.

-The parents, I presume.
-Father and stepmother.

The father, Jack Townsend,
died last April,

and Doris
has since moved away.

We haven't been able
to locate her.

This is
a Station House One file.

Yes. I've sent a constable
to collect the original files.

Reported missing
12 years ago.

Could she have been killed then
and preserved somehow?

I've considered that, sir.

If the body were kept
in a sealed container,

pressurized with an inert gas,

then perhaps the tissue would
be stopped from decomposing.

Well, there you go.

I then spoke with Dr. Ogden,

and she told me
that even if the body were kept

in a deoxygenated environment,

it would still be consumed
by anaerobic bacteria

already present in the tissue.

-So that's a no, then?
-No.

Sirs, we have
a couple of witnesses

who think they saw
the victim last night.

They're on their way in.

All right.
Very good.

Let's see if they can identify
the victim in the morgue.

Oh.
Mail is in.

It's from a publisher.

I recently sent them
a manuscript.

This must be the reply.

A book?
You've written a book?

I'm not just a constable,
you know?

So open it.

I don't know.

As long as it remains unopened,
I remain unrejected.

Give it to me.

[ Sighs ]

Right.

"Dear Mr. Crabtree."

At least
they didn't spell it "Carbtree."

"Thank you for submitting
your manuscript."

"Thank you"?
Oh, great.

That's the way
all rejection letters begin.

"It was an interesting
and enjoyable read.

The passages describing
the Flower Girls of Flower Hill

were particularly appealing.

Regretfully, we are not looking
for manuscripts of this type

at this time."

I told you so.

This is what comes
from opening letters.

"Of this type"?
What does that mean?

ROSE: It could be her.
I can't be certain.

She was a good 20 feet away
and running.

Screaming all the while.

-Like she was being chased.
-Mm-hmm.

-Did you see a pursuer?
-No.

We figured
she was a loony.

-What time was this?
-ROSE: 'Round about 8:30.

We were out
for our evening walk.

The valley's so nice
that time of day.

Do you recall
anything else?

Uh, what was she wearing?

Her dress was yellow.

Or -- Or was it green?

It was
a floral pattern, dear.

Yellow with florets.

Puffed sleeves, as I recall.

With a rose collar.

NORMAN: [ Gasps ]
That's it.

Right.

Thank you very much.

Have you established
a time of death?

Given the rate
of algor mortis,

I've calculated her death at
10 hours before she was found.

Her head and shoulders
were partially submerged.

I've calculated the heat flux
through various tissues.

If you would like to check
my work...

So about 8:30 last night?

Maybe a little after.

The young woman was last seen
just south of Park Drive

in an apparent state
of fright.

She must have known
she was in danger.

And her body was discovered
just north of Cudmore Creek.

So was she running from
our killer or towards him?

And who is she?

-Hamish Slorach.
-Pardon?

-[ Knock on door ]
-Knock-knock.

Inspector Slorach.
What can we do for you, sir?

Oh, nothing, nothing.
I'm here to do for you.

The boys
down at my old station house

told me you were asking about
Polly Townsend.

Yes.

I was the detective
investigating her disappearance.

-What year was that?
-1895.

-1899?
-'95!

'95?
All right, '95.

November 15th.

No, no, no.
I think it was November 15th.

13th's here.
I've got...

There's 13. I got 13.
There's 13.

15th.
15th.

"Eggs on toast.
Eggs runny.

Must tell Meg."

Mm.
Meg was my wife.

Boy...

Is there anything about
Miss Townsend there?

Uh, yes.
I, uh...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
See, I got it.

I interviewed the parents,
Jack and Doris.

"He's shifty.
She's a peach.

Polly T.B."

Hmm.

What could I have meant
by T.B.?

Tuberculosis?

Yeah. That's it!
That's it.

She had consumption.

Any reason why
she would have run away?

Mm. Polly had an argument
with her father.

-Oh. What about?
-Doesn't say.

I went to lunch after that.

"Ham on rye at Hope's.
Good mustard."

Do you remember anything
other than what you wrote down?

Uh, yes, actually, yes.

The father, he was very,
very upset when he came in.

The stepmother, not so much.
You should talk to her.

We haven't been able
to locate her.

-I know where she lives.
-You do?

She remarried to a lawyer
who lives down my street.

Bertie Smothers
is his name.

Mrs. Smothers.

This is my husband, Bertie.

I came to offer support.

Now, Mrs. Smothers,

we don't believe this
to be your stepdaughter,

but we're looking to close off
an avenue of investigation.

Just her face, please,
Miss Hart.

This isn't possible.

She was dying of consumption.

She had one year to live,
at most.

There were tuberculosis scars
on her lungs.

MURDOCH: Are you quite sure
this is your stepdaughter?

She had a scar on her leg.

From running into barbed-wire
fence when she was a child.

She was very self-conscious
about it.

[ Sniffles ]

Oh!

How is this possible?

BRACKENREID:
So the dead girl is Polly.

Yes, sir.

So that brings us back
to the same question --

How did she not age?

I have no idea, sir.

[ Exhales slowly ]

Have you any ideas,
Crabtree?

Yes, I have ideas,

but it hardly seems
worth my breath to utter them.

What are you rattling on about,
Crabtree?

Sir, if you haven't noticed,

every idea I have
seems to get crushed underfoot

before it even
leaves my mouth.

What ideas have you,
George?

Well, the first one is one

you're going to
dispel immediately.

-She's a vampire.
-Oh, bloody hell.

-You see?
-Go on.

Sir, it's well accepted
that vampires do not age.

She was last seen
during the night.

Her body was completely drained
of blood,

which would suggest, to me,
a second vampire.

I mean, there is a lot of
infighting amongst vampires.

Don't even start
with werewolves.

Finally, her throat was slashed
to disguise the bite marks.

BRACKENREID:
Any other ideas?

Yes, she may have been kidnapped
by aliens, possibly Venusians.

BRACKENREID:
How did they keep her young?

By traveling close
to the speed of light.

BRACKENREID: What?

It's here somewhere.

BRACKENREID:
What are you looking for?

Ah. Yes.

Here.

This is from my lecture
at Trinity College.

Did you attend?

MURDOCH: I did.

You spoke of a person
traveling at the speed of light

not experiencing time.

Yes.

It's more of
a thought experiment

than a practical reality,
of course.

So it's not,
in fact, possible.

Massive objects cannot attain
the speed of light.

But if one could come close
to that speed,

a voyage of one month

would be equivalent
to 10 years on Earth.

Remarkable.

It's a direct consequence
of the principle of relativity.

Time itself travels
at the speed of light.

Do you know of any
existing technology

that could permit
such acceleration?

No, no, the force required

is far beyond any capacity
known to modern science.

At least on Earth.

BRACKENREID:
Bloody aliens?!

You really think aliens
are responsible?

Sir, you have no idea how long
I have waited for this moment.

BRACKENREID:
See what you've started?

All I said was that we could
not eliminate the possibility.

But, sirs,
it explains everything.

Why did she disappear?
Because aliens took her.

Why hasn't she aged?

Because they whizzed her off
at the speed of light,

had a bit of lunch,
and came back --

in our time --
12 years later.

BRACKENREID:
All right then, smart-arse.

Why did they take her?

They took pity on her,
dying as she was.

She wanted to see the world,
they showed her the galaxy.

BRACKENREID: And did they
kill her as well?

[ Snaps fingers ]

They had to.

She discovered their plans
for an invasion.

In the original version
of my book, Venusians --

you know, from Venus --

Oh, that's enough, Crabtree.
This is bloody ridiculous!

MURDOCH: Wait.
Louise Cherry?

How did she find out
about this case?

Who bloody cares?

Right, you, stop spouting
nonsense and get back to work.

Sir, I came to tell
the detective

Miss Hart would like to see him
in the morgue.

I've analyzed lung tissue
in the microscope

to determine the extent
of her infection.

I ended up
taking 20 samples,

and in not one could I find
a single tuberculosis bacterium.

She was cured?

It seems so, yes.

It also appears
that she's decomposing

at a slower rate than normal.

Do you have
an explanation for this?

I do not.

Perhaps Dr. Ogden
might venture an opinion.

Miss Hart, have you spoken to
the press regarding this case?

I was approached
by Miss Cherry,

who wanted confirmation on facts
she had already acquired.

Louise Cherry has interfered

with every case
she has ever investigated.

I have a standing directive

forbidding any official
communication with her.

Were you not aware of this?

I'm not required to take
direction from you, Detective.

The coroner works
with the police, not for them.

I answer
to the Board of Control.

Your wife may do your bidding,
but I am not she.

Yes, I'm aware that
she's technically correct.

It is nevertheless galling,

considering what I know
about her.

What could I say?

As long as she continues
to perform her duties

without negligence,
I have no recourse.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Whispering ] Someone's at
the door.

Because I don't want them
to know I'm home.

Our new neighbors.

Oh, oh, you will.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Sighs ]
Yes, fine.

Oh.

Murdoch.
I'm sorry to bother you.

But I've been awakened
to an idea

that I felt compelled
to share with you.

Where are the rooms?

Something you wanted
to speak with me about?

Yes, yes.

I fear I hung up my boots up
too early.

Oh.

On the job,

retirement was something
I looked forward to --

sleeping in,
reading books,

taking long walks
with my dog.

That sounds wonderful!

Eh, turns out I'm not that
tired, I don't like reading,

and the dog just wants to
lay on the porch all day.

It's like we're both
waiting to die.

Let me join
your investigation.

Side by side, huh?

Three ears
are better than two.

[ Chuckles ]
I've got ideas aplenty.

Ohh, for instance,

we know that Polly's father
was trying to cure her.

What if he didn't just
cure her of consumption

but of aging itself?

Aging is not a disease.
I-It's a process.

Does it kill you?

-Eventually.
-I rest my case.

[ Rhythmic knock on door ]

-GOLDIE: [ Singsong ] Hello?
-RAYMOND: [ Singsong ] Hello?

GOLDIE:
It's your new neighbors!

RAYMOND:
[ Chuckles ]

[ Laughs ]

[ Laughs ]

RAYMOND: [ Laughs ]

We couldn't let
our favorite neighbor

go without
a woman's cooking.

It's potted duck.

I have company
at the moment --

Murdoch!
You don't turn down food!

Hello! Come on in!
The more the merrier!

Ho ho ho!
Ohh!

[ Sighs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-CRABTREE: Parker, have a look.
-PARKER: What?

"Solving Murder."
I wrote that book.

"Solving Murder."

It doesn't say your name
on it.

Well, I promise you
I wrote every paragraph --

or at least rewrote
every paragraph in it.

Which means I can
clearly sell books.

I just can't sell myself.

Do you think it's my name?

They just weren't looking
for manuscripts of that type.

Well, what type is that?

I would think that my type
is the class of type

that doesn't have a type.

I mean, the original
was clearly science fiction.

It was about Venusians --
you know, from Venus --

and they come and attack
my hometown

and I have to save everybody.

But, uh, Effie,
my lady friend,

she convinced me
to change it.

Morning edition!
Eternal youth machine invented!

Read it here, folks!

Here, lad.
Let's have a look.

"Dear Father,

I apologize if this letter
should shock you.

I am, after all,
supposed to be dead.

But I am very much alive,
Father,

and I must attribute this
to your invention.

Not only has your machine
cured me,

but I appear not to have aged
in all these years."

I knew it.
I knew it.

-Bring in Miss Cherry.
-Sir.

-Miss Cherry...
-Mm.

I see no reason I should be
denied the lunch I was enjoying

until your boy showed up.

Could you fetch me
a glass of water, please?

I'll get that.

So, have I broken
any laws?

These letters are part of
an ongoing police investigation.

They are also part of
the story I'm following.

A young woman's body
has been found.

These are evidence!

And thanks to my initiative,
they're in your hands.

A little gratitude
would reflect well on you.

Where did you get
the letters?

I found them in the drawer of
Jack Townsend's laboratory desk.

How did you learn
of this laboratory?

Did someone give you a tip?

No.
I investigated.

I knew he was trying
to cure his daughter.

And he must have succeeded

because, until last night,
she was still alive.

So how did he do it?

Elixir?
No.

All the books
he took out of the library

were about electricity
and magnetism.

I concluded
that he built a device.

His wife
knew nothing about it,

so he must have rented
a space nearby.

I knocked on doors
until I found the man

who rented Jack
his carriage house.

I then obtained permission
to look

and found the letters in the
false bottom of his desk drawer.

He had been hiding
the letters?

Rather poorly, but yes.

He wanted to keep it a secret.
I wonder why.

Where is
this carriage house?

148 St. Patrick.

It's used for storage now,

but the equipment
is still bolted to the floor.

Would you like me to tell you
exactly where it is,

or do you think can you manage
that part on your own?

That will be all for now,
Miss Cherry.

There was something
against the wall here.

You can see that.

Where is it?
Where is the machinery?

Maybe she should have
told us.

She said there was something
bolted to the floor.

Here.

-Someone's taken it.
-But who?

My guess would be
the killer.

My guess would be
the killer.

Who knew
about the equipment?

Thanks to Louise Cherry,
nearly all of Toronto.

It was probably taken
to prevent anyone else

from getting their hands on it.

Of course it was. It's the
greatest invention ever.

He's right.
If this machine works...

It'd be worth more than
every other invention combined.

A bloody fortune
times a hundred.

Polly's father
hid her letters.

Was he attempting to keep
her existence a secret?

Were they hoping
to cut the stepmother out?

Is that why Polly
was killed?

Was Jack Townsend
murdered also?

VIOLET: No.

Jack Townsend died

from a massive heart attack
two months ago.

You're certain?

I performed
the postmortem myself.

And how did you arrive
at that determination?

His left coronary artery
was completely blocked.

If he was shot, stabbed,
and poisoned,

he would have still died
of a heart attack.

If you doubt me, by all means,
exhume the corpse.

It may be
partially decomposed,

but the heart tissue
may still be intact.

I, of course,
will have to recuse myself.

Perhaps Dr. Ogden
would be up to it.

So Jack Townsend
died of natural causes.

Polly's letters arrived
from Europe last year.

Perhaps her father's death
is what

brought her back
to Toronto.

She wanted the equipment
for herself.

And that's why she was killed.
That makes sense.

What have you, Constables?

Good Lord.

Robert Parker,
special constable.

Oh.

Ah, sir,
Parker has something.

I figured that moving
the lab equipment

would have required
a wagon.

So we checked around.

Guess who rented a wagon
yesterday afternoon.

Of course
we have the equipment.

It became the rightful property
of Doris

at the time
of her husband's death.

MURDOCH: Why did you not tell me
about this device earlier?

I didn't know
anything about it.

We heard about it the same time
as anybody else.

Of course we moved
to secure the equipment

so no one else
could get their hands on it.

That includes you.

Be that as it may,

the device is evidence
in a murder case.

Good luck finding it.

I will compel you
to produce it.

This machine promises
eternal youth.

It could be the most important
invention in history.

This is
proprietary technology

whose workings have no bearing
on your case.

We'll see about that.

MURDOCH:
But -- But, Your Honor...

-JUDGE: That is my decision.
-[ Gavel bangs ]

Next up,
Wilson versus Harris.

30 days!

BRACKENREID:
Does seem quite a lot.

That's enough time to
reverse-engineer the machine

and apply for a patent.

CRABTREE: Sirs.

Morning edition.

What is it?

"The eternal youth machine will
be demonstrated today at 5:00.

$500 is the price tag
for willing subjects."

[ Whistles ]
That's a small fortune.

That's more than
my annual salary.

But think
what you'd be buying.

I mean,
the problem with waiting to die

is not the waiting,
it's the dying.

You remove that,
I want to live forever!

Hmm.

The letters refer to
something electromagnetic.

He'd been studying
modern physics,

although he was
evidently an amateur.

So was the man
who discovered relativity.

As such, I cannot rule out
the possibility

that Townsend's machine
does, in fact, work.

But I would like to stress
I cannot comprehend

any mechanism by which
it could possibly work.

Neither can I.

And I believe another
explanation is far more likely.

Thank you.

All they have to do is convince
people that the device works

and then charge
a small fortune for it.

The beauty of the scheme

is that the machine
doesn't have to work.

Aging is too slow a process
to discern,

and by the time we discredit
the device,

they'll have made millions.

But if it doesn't work,
then how does she look so young?

We only have her stepmother's
word that it was in fact Polly,

and she is one of
the putative conspirators.

So if the dead girl
is not Polly,

then we're back
to your look-alike theory.

All they had to do to convince
us that Polly was still alive

was to hire this young woman

to run down the street
screaming, attracting witnesses.

And then killed her,

knowing we would stumble
on her missing persons report.

No.

There's no way
they could have known

that we had the Searchizer.

They relied on the press.

You're accusing me
of criminal collusion?

It's not difficult to see

how you could profit
from this situation.

You may not think much of me,
Detective,

but I have principles,
and I'm not a criminal.

The only way
for this scheme to work

is for it to become public,
all of it --

the dead woman, the
attention-grabbing headline.

"She disappeared 12 years ago
and hasn't aged a day."

It sells papers.

-That's what I do.
-Mm.

You approached Miss Hart
for confirmation of a fact

that you already knew.

How did you learn of
Polly Townsend's disappearance?

-I got a tip.
-You said you didn't.

You asked me if I was tipped
at the lab.

I wasn't.
I figured that out myself.

Who gave you this tip?

It was anonymous.

-When?
-Yesterday morning.

I got a phone call.
It was a man's voice.

What did he say?

"Polly Townsend."

That's it?

That's all I needed.

And I am telling you
you're wrong.

It is Polly.
The machine works.

And unless you're prepared
to prove otherwise in court,

you'd best be careful
how you make your accusations.

I have much to lose,
and I will seek recompense.

I don't understand.

I positively
identified her.

He thinks we're lying.

He thinks
that we found a girl

that looks exactly like Polly
and murdered her.

[ Scoffs ]

What?!

Where were you
the evening of May 28th?

At the Crystal Ballroom.
From 7:00 until 10:00.

Would you like a list
of guests

that could vouch
for our presence?

Yes.

Sir, their alibi
is confirmed.

Bertie and Doris Smothers

were both at the ballroom
all evening.

We need to determine
the woman's true identity.

Why not track down who bought
the dress she was wearing?

We would need to know
where the dress was bought.

Eaton's.
It's in the window display.

I notice these things.

It's a lovely dress.

Uh, yes, very good,

but Eaton's doesn't normally
track their purchasers.

No, but they do keep tabs
on their debtors.

Most people buy with payments
these days.

Why wait until you can afford it
when you can buy it on credit?

Look into it.

Sir.

You asked for me?

I found something very strange
about our victim,

but I'm not sure it pertains
to the case.

As you will note,
her skin seems slightly redder

on the front than the back.

MURDOCH:
She had been in the sun?

VIOLET: That's what I thought
at first.

Until I noticed this.

Her kidney.

Not just her kidney.

Every organ in her body
is a different shade

in the front than the back.

As if the rays that tanned her
skin went straight through her.

There was something
against the wall here.

You can tell.

Detective?

What do you expect
to find here, Detective?

Confirmation of a theory.
Bear with me.

We know that sunlight will fade
any surface that it touches.

Of course. We now understand it
to be the consequence

of the photoelectric effect.

My colleague assumed
that this was caused

by something blocking
the light.

What if it was caused
by the light itself?

Some kind of
a high-energy beam?

Precisely.

PRASAD: My God!

I believe we may be looking
at Polly Townsend.

X-rays?

Or something
of even a greater energy.

X-rays were discovered
in 1895,

the same year that
the young woman disappeared.

So that's how Jack Townsend

intended to cure
his daughter's tuberculosis.

Could it work?

It has been suggested that
X-rays have an ionizing effect,

which might kill germs.

I recently read of a proposal
to use them to pasteurize meat.

-Thank you very much, ma'am.
-That'll be all.

Your book.
You were saying...

CRABTREE:
Ah, right.

Um, I feel like
I may have made a misturn

around chapter number four.

PARKER: How so?

Well, instead of making the book
about Venusians --

you know, from Venus --

Effie convinced me
that I should center the story

around an aunt of mine
who disappeared

when I was still a lad.

Sounds compelling.

Not to Deakins of Canada,
apparently.

Right, here we are.

Robert Parker,
special constable.

We're looking for
Nancy Beard.

That's me.

We understand
you purchased a dress

from Eaton's last Thursday.

-A yellow dress.
-With pink and green florets.

Yes, I did.

Were you in the Don Valley
on the evening of May the 28th?

No.

Might we have a look
at that dress, Miss Beard?

I don't have it anymore.

-CRABTREE: Where is it?
-I took it back to Eaton's.

It should be easy enough
to confirm.

[ Machine hums ]

VIOLET: It was infected
with syphilis two weeks ago.

Syphilis? I thought we were
testing for tuberculosis.

You want an infected rat
on an hour's notice,

you take what you get.

It shouldn't make much of
a difference to our experiment.

We're testing whether it kills
any indwelling bacteria.

How long should we maintain
the exposure?

-MURDOCH: How long has it been?
-20 minutes.

I'd give it another few.
We want to be sure.

Oh.

I don't think it'll make
much of a difference.

MURDOCH:
Why do you say that?

-PRASAD: It's dead.
-MURDOCH: Oh.

[ Humming stops ]

It feels unnaturally warm.

MURDOCH: My God.

Her father's treatment
didn't cure Polly at all.

It killed her.

When?
12 years ago?

Shortly before he reported
her missing, I would imagine.

So could our victim, in fact,
be Polly?

Assuming the radiation killed
all indwelling bacteria

and she was kept
in an inert environment...

She would never decompose.

My God.

Bertie Smothers
is demonstrating the device

that killed Polly at 5:00.

It's 4:50 now.

Ohh.

MURDOCH:
Out of the way!

Police!
Out of the way!

[ Crowd murmuring ]

WOMAN: Who is that?
What's going on?

It's amazing, isn't it,
Murdoch?

I'm never gonna get old.
I'm never gonna die.

MURDOCH:
Turn it off!

No, wait your turn,
Murdoch.

Now!
Turn it off.

You can't compel me
without a court order.

[ Machine humming ]

-SLORACH: No, no, no!
-BERTIE: Stop!

No! What are you doing?
Murdoch, no!

-BERTIE: Stop! Stop!
-SLORACH: Murdoch!

-What have you done?!
-Why?

What have you...?

I'll sue you.
You're finished.

And you are under arrest.

Both of you.

The machine worked
until you broke it.

I hope you have
very deep pockets.

It's a Roentgen machine.

-What?
-An X-ray.

Whatever.
It saved her life.

And it would have saved
countless more.

And if you're still
peddling the idea

that we killed a look-alike,
may I remind --

Mr. Smothers.
Please. Sit down.

I will concede that
the dead young woman is Polly.

Well, good.
Finally.

Given we both have alibis
for the time she was killed,

I believe this conversation
is at its end.

Your alibis are based on
a time-of-death calculation

which presumes
normal body temperature.

Polly's body was kept
at room temperature.

It was then placed in the river
the following morning.

Do you have alibis
for that time?

You see, I believe it was you
that tipped off the police.

You wanted her body
to be found.

Just as I believe it was you
who telephoned Louise Cherry

to ensure that she would
look into the disappearance

of Polly Townsend.

If you have any evidence
of this,

I'd be happy to discuss it.

Otherwise,
I am a very busy man.

Mr. and Mrs. Smothers...

I believe you know
young Nancy Beard.

Hmm?

She's the young woman
you hired

to run screaming down the street
in front of witnesses

while you were busy
establishing your alibis

at the Crystal Ballroom.

Well...

It's her word against ours.

I'd like to make
a statement.

Jack was so desperate
to save Polly

he would have
tried anything.

He noticed that sunlight
killed germs.

If exposed long enough.

Yes, but of course

her germs
were inside her body

where the sun can't reach.

But then one day he said
that they had discovered

some -- some new ray
that went right through them.

X-rays.

I didn't know what it was.

I wanted nothing to do with it.
I thought he was crazy.

But she was willing.

But instead of curing her,
it killed her.

All I know is that
she died,

and Jack couldn't accept it.

He wanted to cure her
of death itself.

[ Voice breaking ] It was
madness.

MURDOCH: He placed her
in a sealed container.

DORIS:
It was made of glass.

You could see her inside,

lying there like
she was Sleeping Beauty.

All those years
he never stopping hoping

that he could save her.

But then he died
last April.

I didn't know
what to do with her.

So I consulted a lawyer.

Mr. Smothers.

He saw Polly with all her pumps
and her tubes.

It was all Bertie's idea.

All of it.

The letters from Polly.

He said
we'd be millionaires.

-So, what's the charge, then?
-I don't know.

Their experiment would have
killed Inspector Slorach.

You'd need to prove
that they knew it was dangerous.

X-rays killed
Polly Townsend.

A fact discovered by you.
Today.

Fraud, then.

The checks were never cashed.
You have intent but not effect.

Desecration of a corpse.
Surely we have them for that.

12 months at best.
And that's for him.

She'll just testify
and then go home.

It seems
rather insufficient

given the depravity
of their scheme.

You can't always hang 'em,
Murdoch.

I suppose not.

As far as I'm concerned,
their biggest crime

is that they got
everyone's hopes up.

We were gonna live forever.

Probably best we don't.

Aye.

I want to thank you
for having me over for dinner.

What's one more
place setting?

And you were
already here anyway.

Still, it was extra nice of you
to feed my dog.

[ Chuckles ]

Ah, let him go.

It's not like
he can get lost in here.

Well, I vow, though,
that both of us old dogs

are gonna get out more.

Now there's no hope
of cheating death,

we may as well make the most
of every day we have left.

I'm sure you'll both
be around for some time yet.

[ Laughing ] Perhaps.

Yeah, but I'm already jowly,
and that's only gonna get worse.

And sometimes
when I look in a mirror,

I squint, I see the old man
I'm gonna be.

Assuming you're lucky.

[ Rhythmic knock on door ]

I'll bet you
that's Ray and Goldie.

I met them on the way in.
Oh ho!

They said they might drop by.

He's a grand fellow, isn't he?
[ Laughs ]

-GOLDIE: Yoo-hoo!
-RAYMOND: Surprise!

That's your previous version.

-With the Venusians?
-Yes.

-The one your sweetheart, uh...
-Effie.

-...talked you into changing.
-Yes.

So?
Is it good?

Yes, I think so.

I mean,
it's certainly of a type.

But I think it would sell
like hotcakes --

to perhaps a small readership
but an eager one nonetheless.

So send it in.

I don't know.
I mean, what if they publish it?

What?

If they publish this one,

I could never publish
this one.

[ Laughs ]

So your sweetheart
was right.

Yes.

Not that you're
to tell her that.

She has reason enough
to feel superior as it is.

So write two books --

the one that you have now
and another one with Venusians.

That's not a bad idea.
Set in Toronto, I think.

In the aftermath
of a meteor shower.

Or what they think
is just a meteor shower.

RAYMOND: Mm-hmm!

No, no.
No.

There was no mistaking it.

That look.
That smile.

And so I confronted him.

-You didn't!
-I did.

I walked right up to him,
and I said,

"Are you making eyes
at my wife, sir?"

And he said, "Oh, no, sir!
Oh, no!"

-SLORACH: Of course he would!
-And I said, "Why not?

Is she not
good-looking enough?"

[ Both laughing ]

His face!
His face!

Very amusing.

[ Laughter continues ]