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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! Stop!

Stop! Aaaaah!

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, huh...

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.
Fifteen seconds later.

Fifteen 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, 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.

Hmm. 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.

Ah.

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 eleven, 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 talk
to the shift manager about that.

I'm just on the switchboard.

Oh! 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?
Ha! Ha! Ha!

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.

But 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 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

of the telephone exchange.
The telephone in question

was booked from twelve midnight
under the name Fred Smith.

In fact Fred Smith has booked
the same telephone at that

every night
for the past 3 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.

Oh!

- 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.

- ...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.

- ...built from fifty thousand 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 Doctor Ogden.

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

Oh, yes, I do remember.

Then, allow me
to return it.

Oh!

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.
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's 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! Oh, 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 safe-guards.
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 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.

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 client's 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.

I'm Fenn Bickford.

Yes. Sir, this is the night manager

of 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.

Alright, 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.

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.

The sled is still in its dock.
But the launch room

has been depressurized.
Someone is in the tube.

He's manually opened the seal.
Close the seal

and re-pressurize.
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
twenty atmospheres of pressure.

How will we communicate?

There is a Fessenden
transmitter in each suit.

Use override to evacuate in ten.

Can you hear me?

Yes.
Brace yourself.

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

There he is.
What in 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.

Huh... So many wires.

Murdoch...

Murdoch!

It's over.

However did you know
there was a bomb down there?

I didn't.
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 thwart 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 a current

from the battery to the resister

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 have never 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.

Oh!

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.

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... 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.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 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.

Ha! Ha! Ha!
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?

They're...

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.

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 $2000 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 ten.

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
believes you did.

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

he must have left them
for you somewhere.

And he believesI 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?

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

Murdoch,
if I'd have known,

I would never 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 alright. I'll wait.

Robert!

Are you alright?
What happened?

I don't know.
You've been hit on the head.

Spiker must be headed
back to the mainland.

You're alright.

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 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 you're friends,
but Mr. Pendrick's plans

never work out. Oh...

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 lastest 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.

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font color="#068075"> Dolores O'Riordan.