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Mrs. Quigley, age 46.

Been suffering for several days

since experiencing a blow
to the stomach.

Will you describe your symptoms,
ma'am?

I've explained it already.

- It hurts here.
- Mm.

The patient reports
abdominal pain

radiating to the left shoulder.

And she's been dizzy and tired.

I get tired every time I come
to this godforsaken place.

These symptoms are consistent
with a lacerated spleen, sir.

Surgery is indicated.

How would you expose the spleen
to repair the damage, Dr. Dixon?

By partial excision
of one or more ribs,

followed by subpleural

or transpleural exposure
of the spleen.

Very well.

Excuse me, Dr. Forbes.

Would it be preferable
to do a vertical incision

of the left linear semilunaris?

Preferable how?

A shorter, more comfortable
recovery time for the patient

if the ribs are not excised.

Very good, Dr. Ogden.

Surgery is in one half-hour.

Prepare to assist.
The rest of you may observe.

- George.
- Sir.

Sir!
I wasn't expecting you in today.

- Have we had a murder?
- No, no, no.

I'm simply looking for my...

Switch sequencer.

It's a beautiful day outside,
George.

Why don't you go for a walk
along the boardwalk?

The boardwalk, sir.

The boardwalk is always teeming
with happy young couples.

They always come out
when the sun shines.

We have a call of a pickpocket
at Wilton and Yonge.

Oh, then.
Excellent.

Prepped and ready, Doctor.

Gauze.

Very good.

I believe the spleen
is enlarged.

More gauze.

The patient is an inebrient.

Enlarged spleens are a side
effect of chronic alcohol use.

Can you see the laceration?

Yes.
There it is.

Would you recommend
repairing the laceration

or a complete splenectomy?

Due to the enlargement,
a splenectomy.

I agree.
Go ahead.

Bring the spleen forward
into the wound.

There's an adhesion
to the diaphragm.

You'll have to separate that.

Scissors.

I've gone through the diaphragm.

- Heartbeat is erratic.
- She's bleeding.

Can you see the injury?

Patient's pressure is falling.

Do you want me to take over,
Doctor?

No. There it is.
I can do it.

Sutures.

There.

Heartbeat is normal.

Very good work under pressure,
Doctor.

Shall we continue?

Scalpel.

Very well done, Dr. Ogden.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

The patient's son
is looking for news.

Would you like to do the honor?

Mr. Quigley.

The surgery was
quite successful.

You can expect your mother
to have a comfortable recovery.

Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you so much.

Dr. Forbes,
there's an emergency.

It's Mrs. Quigley.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Quigley!
What happened?

Okay. Get her up.
Get her up.

She's bradycardic.

She's likely bleeding
internally.

Get her back to the operating
theater. We'll re-open.

She's still not breathing.

She's gone.

Is it too late to offer you
my congratulations, Doctor?

You said it was
a simple surgery,

that it would be all right
for a student to assist.

Unfortunately,
there were complications.

The spleen was enlarged.
There were growths.

You told me it went well,
that she would be all right!

I'm so sorry, Mr. Quigley.
Everything seemed to be fine.

Minutes later, she's dead.

I understand you're upset.

We really did everything
we could do to help your mother.

What happened, then?

I don't know, sir.

But I promise you,
if something went wrong here,

I will find out what it is.

We do not speak to family
members like that, Dr. Ogden.

I beg your pardon?

That man's mother died
a natural death.

You should not have suggested
otherwise.

W... But surely we need to
establish how she died.

Dr. Ogden,
you need not feel responsible

for Mrs. Quigley's death.

I saw your work.
I judged it to be correct.

I understand, but...

The spleen was more diseased
than I anticipated.

It simply could not be repaired
in time.

Thank you.

R-Right over here, by the desk.

Mr. Geoffrey's men
usually wear a uniform.

I'm new.
I don't have my uniform yet.

Don't you have something
for me to sign?

Sir, they told me you wanted
Saturday delivery.

They didn't give me a uniform.
They didn't give me a paper.

They said go to the crazy
new house on Lamport Avenue.

Actually, it's a modern design.

You want me to come back with
this after my uniform fitting?

No. It... It's fine.
It can stay.

Nurse.
Nurse, some help?

Of course, Constable.

What do we have here?

Well, Mr. Zervos here fell and
knocked his noggin on a fence

while trying to avoid arrest.

I was running
because I didn't do anything.

We'll get the injury cleaned up,
and a doctor can take a look.

I-I go out in the morning

only to be harassed
by the constabulary.

It's the same story
my whole life.

Ever since my papa went off
to sea

and left me alone
with my old uncle.

Oh, I've heard this tale before.

"A rough sailor's lad made
orphan by a winter's shipwreck."

"Play'd among the waste
and lumber of the shore."

Enoch Arden.

One of my favorite poems.

Nurse?

You administered the anesthetic
to Mrs. Quigley.

Yes.

Did you feel her response
to the gas was normal?

Yes, her response was normal,
Dr. Ogden.

Until she died, that is.

I'm sure you're aware that
anesthetics carry some risk.

I'm aware that the Lancet
medical journal

has shown that chloroform

is nine times more likely
to cause death than ether.

We use ether, of course.

Of course.

So you observed
no adverse reaction?

No, I didn't.

In fact, the splenectomy was not
Mrs. Quigley's first operation,

as you may have noticed
from her chart.

Yes. Of course.
I...

Since I had previously
given her ether,

I knew that she tolerated it
well.

Indeed, her pressure, pulse,
and breathing were all normal...

until the tear in her diaphragm.

You believe that tear
caused her death?

I don't believe
it was the anesthetic.

If you're looking to blame
a nurse,

I suggest you tread carefully.

You'll find that sort of thing
doesn't go over well

around here.

Matron!

Will there be a postmortem
on Mrs. Quigley?

Oh, I don't think so.

Dr. Forbes has already signed
the death certificate.

I see.

If I may speak intimately,
Doctor?

Of course.

You mustn't be hard on yourself.

I know Dr. Forbes thinks
very highly of your work.

Thank you, Matron.
That's very kind of you.

It's never easy
to lose a patient,

no matter the circumstances.

Try not to take it too much
to heart.

Matron, I'd like Mrs. Quigley's
remains sent to the city morgue.

That's not how we normally
do things.

Yes, I understand,
but I am still the city coroner.

It's well within my purview
to order a postmortem.

Very well, Doctor.

Well, thank you for allowing me

to escort you home,
Nurse Graham.

I'm pleased to have the company,
Constable.

It must be worrisome at times,
a young lady out alone.

This young lady is well able
to take care of herself.

Now, I meant no offense.

None taken.

I very much think nursing
is an admirable calling.

What made you decide
to go into it?

I was destined to be a nurse.

Destined?
How so?

My name is
Florence Nightingale Graham.

Florence Nightingale?

That is quite the name
to live up to.

I do what I can...
Although my supervisor says

that my hobbies take up
too much of my time.

So they expect you to have
no interests

outside of your training?

We're to devote ourselves
night and day

to developing good character
and an orderly habit of mind.

Well in that case,
what sort of... hobbies

might distract a young lady
from such noble pursuits?

Terribly frivolous things,
to be sure.

Perhaps I will show you one day,
Constable Crabtree.

Well, I completed my final
supervised surgery today.

Oh, that's wonderful, Julia!
Congratulations.

Then the patient died.

Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry.

There were complications,
but they were minor.

And the procedure was completed
perfectly.

Dr. Forbes has put
the death down

to the poor state
of the patient's spleen.

But she was stable when she left
the operating theater

and monitored by nurses and...
See here.

What am I looking for?

Her temperature, pulse,
and respiration

were taken every five minutes,
and they were all normal.

- All normal, you say?
- Exactly.

And then she seems to have
simply s-stopped breathing.

Doesn't that strike you
as strange?

W-What does Dr. Forbes say?

That I must temper my ego

to the possibility
I will lose patients.

Well, I suppose that's true.

Well, of course it's true.

It's simply not...
the problem at hand.

What bothers me is not knowing
what went wrong.

Dr. Forbes seems to think
that nothing's amiss.

Well, you did all you could
by raising your concerns to him.

Yes.

Yes.

And then I ordered a postmortem.

W-With Dr. Forbes' agreement?

Not precisely.

But hopefully Miss Hart
will find something

that will catch his attention.

If you don't suspect murder

and she doesn't think she made
a mistake in the surgery,

what exactly are we looking for?

Perhaps this one
is for peace of mind.

My first thought, of course,

was internal bleeding due
to the tear in the diaphragm,

but her blood pressure returned
to normal.

There doesn't appear to be
excess blood in the abdomen.

It would have dissipated by now.

Excuse me, Doctor.

The sutures on the diaphragm
are still intact.

That's not your cause of death.

Well, that's good news.

I also considered
the possibility

of an adverse reaction
to the anesthetic.

I will certainly check the liver
for ether concentrations.

Check as well for any type
of poison or allergic reaction.

That... might not be necessary.

Why do you say that?

The sutures tying off
the splenic artery came loose.

No.

There,
below the left costal arch.

That must be
a common occurrence...

Sutures coming loose?

I'm sure it happens.

Sometimes the tissue is
too damaged to hold the sutures.

But in this case,
I felt quite confident.

So there was internal bleeding?

Yes.

Causing the heart to slow
and stop.

We know the cause of death.

Yes.

It was me.

Dr. Forbes?

I observed Mrs. Quigley's
postmortem today.

I beg your pardon?
I didn't order a postmortem.

What made you believe you were
justified in going over my head?

I'm sorry. I...
I wanted to know what happened.

Did the results put your mind
at rest?

It seems the cause of death
was a failure of my sutures.

I trust this puts an end
to your inquiry.

Yes.

I lost a patient just last month
under similar circumstances.

- You did?
- Yes.

I'll admit I took it to heart
myself for a time.

Take my advice, Dr. Ogden.

Have a stiff drink
and then you get back to work.

So then I looked into
this other patient, a Mr. Ross.

He also died
following routine surgery.

People die in hospitals.

Yes, but what if these two cases
are somehow related?

The results of the postmortem
showed a natural death.

One mistake with sutures...

But I don't believe
I made a mistake!

Then how do you explain
Miss Hart's findings?

Pardon?

The postmortem results
were quite clear.

Yes.

Miss Hart concluded
that the sutures failed,

causing the heart to stop.

The obvious alternative...

...Is that the...
The heart failed first

and then the sutures
were damaged

during the resuscitation
efforts.

And how did the heart fail?

Something must have happened
after the surgery.

Are you saying

someone deliberately tried
to kill Mrs. Quigley?

It may have been human error.

Julia, you decided
to pursue surgery

in order to leave murder behind.

Yes.
I did.

But what if it's followed me?

You were assigned to sit
with Mrs. Quigley

following her surgery.

Is that correct?

Yes. Um, Nurse Sullivan
signed her over to me.

Very good.

I understand you're instructed
not to leave the patient.

No.

I am to stay at the bedside and
watch for any signs of trouble.

And you did that
for Mrs. Quigley?

You were with her constantly?

Yes.

Tell me about
when she went into distress.

It came on suddenly.

Her pulse was weak
and... her breathing irregular.

I called for the matron
immediately.

The anesthetic nurse
also responded?

Nurse Sullivan?
Yes.

And the handsome resident
came over as well.

Dr. Dixon?

Yes.

So... in the time before you
noticed Mrs. Quigley failing,

no one but yourself
came to her bedside?

No.
No one at all.

Excuse me, sir.
It's time to take your medicine.

Hello?! Anyone home?!

In here.

Sir, I think your doorbell
is broken.

If only it were.

Anyway, nothing wrong

with old-fashioned knocking,
is there?

Oh, you've got quite the project
on the go here, sir.

Uh, sir, I have some reports
from Miss Hart

and some personal news.

Which would you like to hear
first?

All right. Personal news it is.
It is the weekend, after all.

Sir, I've, uh, met a young lady.

Very good, George.

I'm glad you think so, sir,
because I didn't want it to seem

like I didn't care
for Miss Bloom.

I got quite the opposite
impression.

Right. I mean, life carries on,
after all, does it not?

And this young woman, sir,
she's a nurse.

I mean, could you think
of a better possible match

than a constable and a nurse?

It's early days
with this young woman,

but I know that she... is clever,

uh, that her name
is Miss Graham.

I know that she has
a pleasant way about her.

Aha! Excellent!

Yes.
I thought so too, sir.

George, y-you said you have
Miss Hart's test results?

Yes.
Of course.

Uh, sir,
Miss Hart told me that...

...Dr. Ogden lost a patient
yesterday

and afterward called for
all manner of tests to be done

concerning the cause of death...
I mean, anesthetic overdose,

all kinds of poisons
and whatnot.

They all came back negative.

In fact, the only thing out
of the ordinary was some damage

to the vein where the injections
had been made.

Yes.
Thank you.

So pardon me for saying, sir,
but...

is it not possible
that Dr. Ogden simply...

made a mistake
and doesn't want to admit it?

Julia does tend to prefer
to be right.

I'd like to see charts of all
the recent postoperative deaths.

Perhaps you should take
your requests up with Dr. Forbes

instead of attempting to bully
the nurses.

I'm sorry, Nurse...

Sullivan.

...Nurse Sullivan,
I'm not bullying. I'm sim...

Nurses do everything
to care for your patients

before you sail in
and cut them up.

Instead of appreciating our work

or even bothering to learn
our names,

you attempt to lay blame
for your mistakes on us.

It must be difficult to accept
you may not be the star surgeon.

You were with Mrs. Quigley
when her breathing stopped.

- Were you not?
- Yes, I was.

- Trying to save her life.
- And you were unsuccessful.

After you'd already had a go
at butchering her.

Dr. Ogden.

A word?

I asked you to stop
this inquiry.

Now you are distressing
the nurses.

I'm sorry to hear they're upset.

An upset nurse
is a grief laid on my desk.

I'm not fully satisfied
we understand these deaths.

Deaths?

More than one concerns you now,
does it?

As a matter of fact, I looked
into the one you mentioned.

Mr. Ross?
It's also curious.

I did not tell you
about that patient, Doctor,

to stimulate your curiosity

but to make the point
we all must deal with failure.

Yes.
But what if I didn't fail?

I have seen arrogance
in this profession before.

I did not expect it from you.

Be that as it may... I have
reason to suspect wrongdoing.

What kind of wrongdoing,
exactly?

I don't have an explanation.

That's precisely
why I'm investigating.

As city coroner,
it's my responsibility to do so.

Very well.

As head surgeon
of this hospital,

it is my responsibility
to ask you...

Are you a coroner
or are you a surgeon?

So, you came up with
this concoction yourself?

I've been mixing it up
in my father's kitchen.

He's fed up with the smells
and mess,

but I think I've finally struck
on a good formula.

I believe I can feel it working.

There's a-a... a...

There's a mild tingle!

It's based on a treatment
one of the doctors

at the hospital is using
for burn victims.

It occurred to me that if his
remedy could heal damaged skin,

it might also help skin
ravaged by age and worry.

Well, that's very enterprising
of you.

Every woman has the right
to feel beautiful.

Uh, see, anybody
who cares so much for others

will surely be a good nurse
indeed.

Was it something I said,
Miss Graham?

You and everyone else I know
want me to be a good nurse.

But the truth is
I'm not sure I'm good at all.

What ever gave you that idea?

A patient in my care
died suddenly yesterday.

I was supposed to be watching
over them.

I'm afraid Dr. Ogden thinks
I'm responsible.

And she might be right.

Responsible how?

William, will you put
the kettle on?

- We have work to do.
- Uh, b-but I-I was going to...

I have the chart
for every patient

who died following surgery
in the past year.

Something is going on
in that ward,

and we're going to find out
what.

All right.

So out of all the patients
who died following surgery

in the past year,

four had symptoms in common
with Mrs. Quigley and Mr. Ross.

That's not a great number, but I
wonder if it could be something.

Does Miss Hart's report of
irritation at the injection site

suggest anything to you?

None of her medications were
likely to cause that reaction.

So in all likelihood, we are
looking for some sort of poison.

I believe so.

And if she was poisoned,

it had to be between the time
she left the operating theater

and the time she died.

Well, there is one nurse
who signed five of six charts

on the days that they died...
A Nurse, uh, Sullivan.

She has been
rather argumentative with me.

But she didn't have opportunity
to harm Mrs. Quigley

following her surgery.

Nurse Graham was with her
the entire time.

Uh, Nurse Graham signed
three charts.

So perhaps she was left alone
with three of them

and then had access
to the others as well.

Nurse Graham. Nurse Graham.

Why does that sound familiar?

Nurse Graham!
Constable Crabtree!

George.

William, this is Nurse Graham.

How do you do?

Sir, Doctor, uh, Nurse Graham
and I were discussing a patient

that died recently.

Constable Crabtree urged me
to speak with you.

You have information
on Mrs. Quigley's death?

Yes.

As you know, I'm not meant
to leave the patient's side

until they wake up.

But as I was sitting
with Mrs. Quigley,

I realized that I had forgotten
to prepare her mouthwash.

People's mouths
are exceptionally dry

when they wake up
after an operation,

but they're not
meant to have water,

so we swab their mouths
with this preparation.

So you left the patient
to fetch the mouthwash.

Approximately how long
do you think you were away

from Mrs. Quigley's bedside?

Three minutes. It couldn't have
been more than that.

By the time she returned, Mrs.
Quigley had stopped breathing.

And that's when I raised
the alarm.

Thank you for telling us
the truth, Nurse Graham.

Yes.
Thank you, George.

Sir.
Doctor.

You know what this means.

It means your Nurse Sullivan had
opportunity to kill them all.

I'm looking for the coroner.

How can I help you?

Uh, you're the coroner?

What is your inquiry, sir?

I was told my mother
was brought here.

Edith Quigley?

I'd like to make arrangements,

and I don't know
when she'll be released.

The postmortem for Mrs. Quigley
is complete.

I'm afraid her remains have not
yet been approved for release.

But... But you've discovered
why she died?

You understand, I'm not
at liberty to share the results.

The case is still under
police investigation.

Police?

What if the nursing
superintendent finds out

and I'm dismissed?

My father will be
very disappointed.

I'm meant to help support
the family.

Well, don't worry
about that now.

It may never come to pass.

I suppose.

What you should
be thinking about

is how wonderfully
your new skin cream works.

I mean, my face
is positively aglow today.

You're quite right, Constable.

Maybe it's my cream.

Maybe it's
your natural magnetism.

You think I have
natural magnetism?

Well, you certainly have
something, Mr. Crabtree.

But I am sure you have had

more than your share of ladies
tell you that.

I wouldn't say
there were that many.

Well, then you don't associate
with very perceptive people.

I apologize
for being so forward.

I didn't mind in the least.

You know, as student nurses,

we're meant to display
good character at all times.

The nursing superintendent
will have me in for a chat

about my morals next.

Truth be told,

taking care of sick people
can be stomach-churning.

Well, maybe you should be
selling your creams.

I'm telling you,
I know a chap who...

Who sells all the top cosmetics
in Toronto.

- Do you have any extra jars?
- I do.

You leave them with me
and we'll see what happens.

That would be wonderful.

Nurse Sullivan,
we'd like to speak to you

about the deaths
of several patients.

We've identified

six postoperative deaths
of interest.

I thought since you worked
closely with each patient,

you may have insights.

You say insights, and yet
you're here with a detective.

What you mean is you suspect me.

You cared for each
of these five patients

on the days that they died.

I'm the best anesthetic nurse
in the department.

Dr. Forbes often requests me.

We believe Mrs. Quigley
may have been poisoned

sometime after her surgery.

- What kind of poison?
- We don't know yet.

No one would want to do
such a thing.

Besides, no one would have
the opportunity.

Nurse Graham was monitoring
the patient.

Actually, she stepped away
for several minutes

and came back to find that
Mrs. Quigley wasn't breathing.

When you monitor the patients
after a surgery,

do you ever have cause
to leave them alone?

Absolutely not.

Not until they come out
of anesthetic

and are resting comfortably.

Meaning that in each
of these five cases,

you were the only person

with opportunity
to have harmed the victims.

If you say so.

I happen to know that Dr. Forbes

specifically asked you
to stop investigating this case.

Yes.

And if I obeyed him, I wouldn't
have discovered this pattern.

I don't believe there is
a pattern.

Six deaths in a department
that loses 100 patients a year

is not statistically relevant.

Well, perhaps you're right.

But even one unexplained death
is enough for me.

Are you not concerned you will
be discharged from the hospital?

If staying here means I must say
and do nothing

when I think that something
is gravely wrong,

then it's best I leave sooner
rather than later.

I think you might be looking
for the wrong thing.

What do you mean?

What about patients who died
before they went to surgery?

A pattern that Mrs. Quigley's
death doesn't fit?

What if she is an anomaly?

I didn't really think about it,

but there have been a couple of
cases that struck me as strange.

And what was odd about them?

One of them, a Mr. Fox...
Mr. Fox died very suddenly.

But the doctors didn't think
anything was amiss,

so I assumed there
must have been an explanation.

Where might we find the charts
for these patients?

I suppose you want other charts
as well.

You're looking at
any sudden deaths?

Any cause of death
identified as asphyxiation

or heart failure.

Mr. Ducharme has agreed to stock
your creams, Miss Graham.

I can't believe it.

He said the texture
and the scent

were nothing short of luxurious,

and it fills a gap
in his product line.

In fact, he would like to speak
with you about supplying more.

How thrilling.

Oh, my goodness, though.
It's all in jam jars.

Yes, and Mr. Ducharme, uh,
mentioned the labels.

I think you should call it...

...Florence Nightingale Graham's
Skin Cream for Your Face.

I don't want to be associated
with hospitals and illness.

I want it to sound beautiful
and... elegant.

Right.
Right, right, right.

Perhaps I'll change my name
altogether.

Uh, like an author
with a nom de plume.

Exactly.
What should it be?

Well, if it's elegance
you're after,

I've always thought the name
Elizabeth was very fine.

I agree.

And for the surname...

...Arden,
after our favorite poem.

Elizabeth Arden.

I love it.

Nurse Sullivan was right.

I'm sure this many preoperative
deaths is significant.

Although it may not be so easy
to convince Dr. Forbes.

We need to find a pattern.

Dr. Ogden.

This is your husband
the detective, I presume.

- Dr. Forbes, Detective Murdoch.
- Doctor.

Martin Quigley...
He's gone to the board.

He is threatening to sue
the hospital

and me personally
for his mother's death.

Sir, I should hope
it won't come to that.

I will speak to him.

You have said quite enough.

I have been instructed
by the board to dismiss you,

- effective immediately.
- Sir...

I could think of no argument
to make in your defense.

Dr. Forbes, we believe
we may have found evidence

of wrongdoing in this hospital.

I beg your pardon, Detective.

There is no crime here.

That's not necessarily...

I'm afraid you are being
unduly swayed by your wife.

We are doing nothing more
than seeking the truth.

Collect your things tonight,
Doctor, and don't come back.

You're fired.

To dismiss you without inquiring
as to the investigation

is unconscionable.

Dr. Forbes is convinced
I'm indulging my own ego.

Then let's prove him wrong.

I did notice something
last night.

The deaths that Nurse Sullivan
found peculiar were all patients

admitted for conditions
related to alcoholism.

And half of these other patients
were also admitted

for conditions related
to the abuse of alcohol.

Isn't it natural for inebrients
to get sick and die

at a higher rate?

Yes.

But in all likelihood,
they would die of the condition

that brought them
to the hospital...

Spleen laceration,
liver disease, gastric ulcers.

But look, William.

The cause of death
in all of these patients

is strangely similar.

So no matter what ailment
brought them in,

they all died of the same thing.

They were murdered.

George.

Flo!
What a lovely surprise.

I expected you to be
at the hospital.

I've just come from there.
I turned in my uniform.

Oh, no.
You've been dismissed after all?

Not at all.

I withdrew.

You withdrew?
Why?

It's incredible.

I checked in with Mr. Ducharme,

and he's already sold
half the creams you gave him...

In less than a day, George.

Well, that's wonderful,
but it's only been a day.

I mean, is it not premature
to leave your profession?

I think of it not as leaving one
profession but starting another.

Mr. Ducharme and I had
a heart-to-heart.

He is a kindred spirit

with a true passion
for feminine beauty.

I have noticed that about him.

He has a dear friend
in New York City

who has a place for a bookkeeper
at a real cosmetics company.

New York City?

I'm going to pursue my dreams.

I'll get to see a cosmetics
business from the inside

and meet all the best people.

And it's all thanks
to your encouragement.

That's wonderful.

I can't thank you enough,
George.

Will you see me off
at the train next week?

Union Station.
I know it well.

And yes, of course.

Of course I will.

This way, gentlemen.

What is this?

I'm seizing staff records,
Dr. Forbes.

I have reasonable suspicion
of foul play in this hospital.

Multiple counts.

I intend to find out

who had opportunity
to commit these crimes.

So seven members of the
attending staff were present

at each
of these suspicious deaths.

So we interview them all,
find out who among them

has a particular resentment
toward alcoholics.

We could search their homes,

see if we can find something
suspicious.

Or... we could find
the next victim.

I thought I was finished
with the two of you.

Not quite yet.

We believe we know
how Mrs. Quigley died.

She died because she was ill.

Please, Dr. Forbes.
There's more to it than that.

Go on, then.

Someone on the ward
is killing patients

who come in with ailments
related to alcoholism.

Preposterous.
What proof have you?

These habitual inebrients

all somehow died
of the same cause of death.

We don't believe it
to be medical error after all.

We also have a list
of all of the staff members

who were on duty
at the time of their deaths

who had opportunity
to kill the patients.

Am I on this list?

You are.

So you can help
vindicate yourself

by assisting the investigation.

And how would I do that?

The next time someone with
this victim profile is admitted,

we'd like to put a constable
on the ward undercover.

Patients admitted

with complaints related
to excessive alcohol use?

Yes.

Someone like that
was admitted yesterday.

Surely no one would attempt
to do this again

knowing that you have been
investigating.

This person has been killing
with impunity for some time.

And using a poison
that mimics natural causes.

They may believe
that they are utterly safe.

What happened?!

He's bradycardic.

What did you give him?

I didn't give him anything.
I just arrived.

If you didn't interfere
with him, then who did?

Who's this? Can't you see we're
trying to save a man's life?

We need to know what the poison
is if we're going to help him.

- Poison?
- Yes.

I believe this man was poisoned,

as well as Mrs. Quigley
and countless others.

Well, it wasn't me.

- Who else was in here with him?
- No one.

Only the matron was here when
Nurse Sullivan and I arrived.

Matron Ingram?

- Pulse.
- It's fading.

- He's not responsive.
- What did you give him?

Nothing.

This man is a drunk.
He's made himself sick.

Tell us what the poison is
and how to stop this!

Save this man's life

and hope the courts
will have mercy on you.

- I have need of no one's mercy.
- You may need it soon.

Saving this man's life
may mean the difference

between you living
or hanging by your neck.

He was warned.
He was told to stop drinking.

Are you willing to die for him

and with far less dignity
than you afforded your victims?

It was potassium chloride.

We need calcium chloride
right away.

I'll get it.

What about Crile's
chest compression method?

It's not accepted procedure.

We have nothing to lose.

Fine.

Let's turn him.

That's why we didn't find
the poison.

Elevated levels of potassium

would only imitate symptoms
of heart failure.

Yes.
His heart rate is improving.

How could you betray your oath
to this hospital,

to your colleagues?

I did it for the hospital.

These people didn't deserve
our care.

They're drunks and wastrels!

They deserved better
than your judgment.

- Sir?
- Yes, George.

I have some sad news,
I'm afraid, sir.

The seedling of my love
has been cut out

even before it had a chance
to bloom.

Nurse Graham has decided
to quit nursing school

and pursue her dreams
in New York City.

Ah, yes.
Nurse Graham.

And I can no longer ignore

a truth that has staring me
plainly in the face, sir...

Every woman I love leaves town.

Sir, one or two
failed relationships...

I mean, that could be bad luck.

But at some point,
a man has to ask himself

why love continually eludes him.

George...

...you do seem to choose women
who are ambitious.

What?

Well, the women
that you have loved

all seem to be women
who are willing to sacrifice

everything they know
in order to pursue their goals.

Sir, you're right.
That's it.

I continually set myself up
for failure...

by pursuing ambitious women.

Sir, y-you truly are
a great detective.

You've just solved the mystery
of my heart in an instant.

Well, I...

The question is,
what do I do now?

I mean, do I continue
to do the same or... or...

Or should I do the opposite?

Should I pursue a woman
who is simple or uncomplicated,

without worldly passions?

I mean, is it time I resigned
myself to a life that is secure,

even if a bit, you know,
humdrum?

Well, that is a question
only you can answer, George.

But I can tell you this...

Although ambitious women
aren't always easy,

they are always interesting.

Welcome back, Dr. Ogden.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

I must admit
I was quite impressed

to see you catch the killer
in our midst.

Thank you, Dr. Dixon.

And I completed my 12th surgery
while you were away.

Second place suits you.

For now.

Nurse Sullivan, you'll be
administering anesthetic

in the operating theater today?

- I will.
- I'm glad to hear it.

You just don't want to learn
someone else's name, do you?

I have much more important
things to do.

Hello, Mr. Kerrigan.

I'm Dr. Julia Ogden.
I'll be your surgeon today.

Julia?

I'm hom el.