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- A fire-fighting robot, George?
- Yes Sir. Imagine it,

with heat-sensing eyes,

moving towards the fire wielding a hose!

Could one build such a thing, Sir?

- I suppose...
- Have you considered

the potential effect such a
machine will have on humankind?

Well, yes. This one would put out fires.

But if these robots can
supplant a person's vocation,

their very source of meaning in life,

- what will become of them?
- In this case, it would take

over a dangerous occupation,
potentially saving lives.

And what happens when
this automation spreads

to other duties, like our own?

A robot constable, Sir!

Robocopper.

Good morning,
Mr Dilbert.

Ah. Good morning,
Detective Murdoch.

Mr Dilbert, Detective Watts,

- Constable Crabtree.
- Very good.

Well, nice to see you,
Detective. But I can't dally.

Mr Dilbert supervised
Inspector Brackenreid

when he was dismissed and
sent to work at City Records.

Got along like chalk
and cheese I'd imagine.

You know, I always thought...

In a few minutes,
we will encounter two prime examples

of Toronto's prosperity
and modern architecture

in the form of the Gooderham Building,

and the Board of Trade Building.

Home to Gooderham and Worts,

it is a notable flatiron building.

Good morning.

Good morning,
Mr Dilbert.

Isn't it nice today?

Right.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh my goodness!

My chickens!
They are escaping!

- John! Are you all right?
- Just got a fright is all.

She thinks her leg is broken.

John, go to the call box
and call for an ambulance.

And notify Station House Number Four,

- have them fetch Doctor Ogden.
- Yes, Sir.

You there! What have you done?

Look what you've done to
my carriage, you idiot!

Do you not see we had the right of way?

You entered the crossing early.

We entered at exactly
the right time, you...

you bumble-fisted mutt!
Do you not know

- where your brake pedal is?
- Gentlemen, gentlemen, please.

I... I stood on my brakes,
there was no time to stop!

- Here.
- Detective!

Oh dear.

Mr Dilbert.

- Are you all right?
- Quite all right.

That's lucky, isn't it?

Yes, quite.

George...

- call for a second ambulance.
- Yes, Sir.

Isn't this unfortunate?

at's going on up the?

An ambulance will be on
its way, Mr Dilbert.

You foresee I'll have
to go to the hospital?

Well,
yes.

I am expected to open the office.

- Are you in pain, Mr Dilbert?
- Well, now, I can manage.

- Remarkable.
- I am squeezed

rather tightly, though.
Perhaps if this gentleman could

put his automobile in reverse?

Sir, John is fetching
a second ambulance.

Right. George, the automobile's fender

is jammed in the wagon. We need tools.

Right.

Oi! You there!
Come here, young man.

- Do you know where May Street is?
- Yes, Sir.

I want you to go to Bloom and
Crabtree's, find Sam Bloom,

tell him you need metal cutters.
Tell him George sent you.

- Quick as a wink now!
- Right away, Sir!

Some people shouldn't be
allowed to drive motorcars.

You'll pay for the
damage to my carriage!

I am under no obligation.

Well, how do you like
this for obligation? Huh?

All right! That's enough,
gentlemen. Calm down.

I am a very good driver!

I avoided the little baby, didn't I?

- You bloody well didn't avoid me!
- What baby?

A woman with a pram crossed the
street right in front of me.

I yanked my steering wheel
to avoid hitting her.

Saved that baby's life.
And this is the thanks I get!

Miss Sommer needs medical attention.

- The ambulance has been called.
- Well, you might tell her that.

She doesn't understand a thing I say.

She says she wants a refund

- on your tour.
- Refund! That fellow

in the motorcar can pay the refunds.

- I want his name.
- Excuse me, Constable. Could I

- offer any assistance here?
- Hello. Very good of you

- to stop, Miss...
- Nurse Liston.

- Are there any injured?
- This woman has a broken leg.

And there's a chap pinned by a motorcar

over here. He seems in a bad way...

Allow me to take you to him.

How long is this going to take?

Oh, good!

A nurse!

Can you tell me?
I think I broke my nose.

Certainly, I'll have a look.
Come and take a seat over here...

- I believe this gentleman...
- This will only take a moment.

..over here is more seriously injured.

Ahem!
Ahem!

Cars and carriages are backed up.

Police constables are on their way.
They'll help to redirect

- traffic around the accident.
- Fine for some,

but I am on tracks. You see?

Tracks run through here You'll have

- to shift this lot out.
- We have injured parties, Sir.

I keep a schedule, Sir.

- Folks like to reckon on it.
- Nothing will be moving until

medical assistance arrives.

In the meantime we could use a crowbar.
Perhaps you could help find one?

Mm.

Come on,

let's clear this!

What's going on?

All right, Mr Flannery.
Brace yourself,

this will hurt.

Hey there!
What do you think you are doing?

Help me unhitch these horses right away.

- But I've got to be on my way!
- As long as this man

is trapped, your wagon is going nowhere.

- Right.
- Thank you.

OK, help me get them back in.

Oh! Oh!
Chickens!

How am I supposed to fix this?

This?! Be thankful you are not hurt.

That's all going to
change once Mr Nicastro

sees how banged up his vehicle is!

I am going to catch a whooping
if I don't make this delivery.

Well, listen.
We'll round up these chickens

and then we'll get a few lads
together and set your wagon straight.

John?

- You all right, son?
- I am in one piece.

Oh, thank God for that.
If anything happened to you,

your mother would have
my guts for garters.

All right, lads.
Let's see

how many chickens you can catch each.

Get that out of the way!

Mr Dilbert?
Bloody hell.

Hello, Inspector.

Good to see you.

- Bad circumstances.
- Well, now, let's...

let's hope it looks worse than it is.

Do you mind if this nurse
has a look, Mr Dilbert?

- Let's get him out of here, Murdoch.
- Sir, the motorcar

is caught up on the wagon and
we are awaiting an ambulance.

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

Most inconvenient.

How will City Records run without you?

Very poorly.

William!

I am glad you are here!

Excuse me.

- William.
- Right this way.

- Are there many injured?
- There's a woman on the other

side of the carriage who
fell off when the motorcar

struck them.
She appears to have a broken leg.

The driver of this motorcar has an
injury to his face. And this man...

- Isn't that Mr Dilbert?
- It is.

He's pinned there.
I am attempting to separate

the automobile from the
wagon where it's fetched up.

- What are his injuries?
- I don't know,

he claims to not be in pain,
but I suspect it's much worse

than he's saying.
He's a very stoic sort.

Doctor.

Hello, Mr Dilbert.

Ah, Doctor Ogden.
Aren't I popular today?

You certainly have our attention.

I'll examine Mr Dilbert.
You assess the woman

on the other side, and then we'll
decide who goes to the hospital first.

I'll go with you and make introductions.

How am I doing?

It's a very good sign

that you are conscious and alert.

It means that your blood pressure
is good. Hello, I am Nurse Liston.

Here you are!

- Thank you, Mr...?
- Hubert. Now I got you

your crowbar, I see you got
your medical assistance,

how much longer would you say?

Not long now.

5, 10 minutes?

What's the holdup?

Ah, good man,

- that was very quick!
- Thank you Sir!

Sir.

Ah. Thank you, George.

Right, could you please
get in the motorcar

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

OK,
Sir.

Miss Sommer took issue with my
pronunciation and banished me.

Can I be of some assistance here?

- Mm, yes.
- Inspector.

All set, Mr Dilbert?

- I am ready.
- One,

- two, three...
- Stop!

Don't move the motorcar.

Why not?

We'll be back in a moment, Mr Dilbert.

Mr Dilbert's pelvis is badly crushed.

- And he's bleeding internally.
- But there's hardly any blood.

He's not bleeding much now
because of the tamponade effect

- created by the motorcar itself.
- Well, what does that mean?

It means the motorcar is
holding him together.

When we move it,
he'll begin to bleed profusely.

It's likely Mr Dilbert will not survive.

That all sounds a bit grim.

Doctor, look at him.
He's barely sweating.

Yes, but he will have had
damage to major arteries.

When we move the motorcar, there's...

The poor bugger isn't going
to make it out alive, is he?

I am afraid not.

Would you like me to explain it to him?

I'll tell him.

Very well.

Nurse, shall we check
on the other patient?

Of course.

Sir, one other thing.

Not as dire as Mr Dilbert's predicament,

- but I noticed it nonetheless.
- What is it?

When I pushed on the brake
in Mr Flannery's motorcar,

it seemed unusually loose.

- Let's have a look.
- What's happening?

What did the doctor say?

The inspector will explain.

We just need to look at something.

Well... look at that.

Sir, some of these strands look frayed,

but most look clean cut.

If the wire was partially cut,

the brakes would work for a time.

Until he hit the brakes hard here.

This is not normal wear and tear,
Sir, I can tell you.

No. Not normal at all.

This was no accident.

The way the doctor describes it...

You needn't repeat yourself.
I am sorry, Inspector Brackenreid.

- Tom. Please, Tom.
- But I just cannot believe

that doctor can know her
head from her elbow.

I feel just fine.
Don't I look fine?

Remarkably well,
under the circumstances.

Isn't she a coroner? I mean,
she's not even a proper doctor.

How many automobile
accidents has she attended

- before this one?
- None that I know of.

Precisely. Precisely my point.

I will be going home
when this is all over.

Here!
Here! Agh!

Last one.

What about my wagon?

Never fear.

Me and the Constables will have
you on your way. Lads! John!

Who would want to hurt me?

Nobody! I am a friend to all I meet.

Although... I suppose my best chum

- is a bit off me at the moment.
- What's his name?

Ian Porter. I had a little
flirt with his fiancée.

- Oh, very good.
- Then there's my stepfather.

He's never truly taken a shine to me.

I do believe he's the one who convinced
Mama to cut me out of her will.

And I suppose you could say my
college roommate and, well,

pretty much all of my rowing
teammates, come to that.

But most people like me.

Except that fellow at
the pub last night.

You were at that pub last night?

There's no crime in that, is there?

Where was your motorcar
parked while you were inside?

On the street outside my rooms.
I live a couple blocks away.

Well, the man from the pub
may have followed you there.

What a ridiculous thought, surely.

Someone has tampered with your motorcar.

John!

- Give us a hand.
- Certainly.

Do you think we can move this
wagon up and away from the wall?

With a couple more men, sure.

- Or three.
- All right, then.

Gentlemen!
Gentlemen!

We need this autocar moved
off as soon as possible.

All right lads, on one.

Three, two, one!

Holy heart of Mary! John!

- Fetch the fire department.
- Yes, Sir.

A few minutes later and I'd
be driving to the office

out on Glen Road,
across the ravine.

Perhaps that was the idea, Detective.

Have my brakes snap

and I drive right into the ravine!

If someone wanted to
do you serious harm.

Bad luck,
eh, Sir?

Sorry about that.

Not at all. I am sure you
did your best to stop.

Do you know the name of the
man that you quarreled with

at the pub last night, Mr Flannery?

Do you really think it could be him?

I suppose you must ask.

Bob? Bill?
Martin?

I... I don't know.

Oh, but I'd wager the
barmaid would know him.

Good day, gentlemen.
We'll be open in 10 minutes.

I cross this street every day. I never

expected it to be rife with danger.

Is there anyone we can call,

someone who needs to know
you've had an accident?

My parents are gone some years now.

I never married.

- I regret that.
- John!

- Fancy a whiskey, Mr Dilbert?
- I never drink in the morning.

Of course not. Neither do I. But if ever

- there was a day to start.
- I suppose you are right.

- John, get some whiskeys.
- Make mine a double.

Atta boy, Mr Dilbert.
Same for me too.

Mr Dilbert.

- Doctor.
- The patient

with the broken leg is
ready to be transported.

But the second ambulance
hasn't arrived yet.

- Where the bloody hell is it?
- It may not come.

We need to decide whether Miss Sommer

goes first, or Mr Dilbert.

If we move him to an ambulance now...

Yes. But if Miss Sommer

goes first, it may be some time

before the ambulance returns.

- Give the German the wagon.
- Very well.

How's that poor man doing?

As well as could be expected.

Here. Take him the whole bottle.

I could set my clock by that
little man who got hit.

He walks by every day at the same time.

Did you see the accident?

No. I was late opening today.

My mother's ill.

One of the men involved

claims he was here last night,
and may have

gotten into an argument
with another man.

I saw Mr Flannery out there.
He's a regular. Not a drunk,

but more the sort who's always

looking for a chat, but he rubs
people the wrong way, you know?

Oh, most definitely.

- Who was he arguing with?
- It might've been someone

- called Bill or Bob?
- Jeremy. Jeremy Hunter.

Stopping for a drink, are you?

You told me you would have this
cleared away in 10 minutes.

Now, that's not exactly
what I said, Mr Hubert.

- It's been 15.
- We have injured parties.

You said you wanted an ambulance,
an ambulance came.

You said you wanted a crowbar,
I went and got you a crowbar.

Everyone is doing their job.
You'll just have to be patient.

I have been good and patient!
And now I'd like

to get through instead of
sitting on my arse all day

with a hot carload of angry passengers.

We'll get it cleared away
as soon as possible.

- Bull...
- If you get yourself arrested,

Mr Hubert, you won't be taking
your passengers anywhere.

I am telephoning my manager.

All right, lads.

Ready?

Three, two, one!

No! The pigs! The pigs! Oh, the pigs!

Don't let them get away!

- Come back!
- All right, lads. Three,

two,
one!

All right.

To friends.

To friends. May I be in heaven
before the devil knows I am dead.

I doubt you'll end up
anywhere near the devil,

but I'll drink to that just the same.

Five minutes earlier.

Or five minutes later.

But the office must be unlocked at 8:55,

the same time every day.

You can't think like that, Dilton.

No matter what you do,
you can't try and control everything.

Bad things just happen.

And today it's happening to me.

Is there anyone I can call?

- I've already said there's no one.
- A priest, maybe?

The afterlife is the least
of my concerns, Tom.

I still have work to do.

There is someone I'd like to see.

- Yes?
- There are a number

of open projects on my desk.
There is one other

city employee competent enough
to resolve them if I am...

unable to fulfill my duty.

All right. So,
who can I call?

Miss Mildred Ash.

A trustworthy public servant, yes.

She works in the Sewage Department.

Constable!

Go to the Sewage Department

at the municipal offices
and fetch Miss Millicent...

- Mildred.
- Mildred Ash.

And be quick about it.

Careful there, boy!

Don't let him get away!

Over here!

Agh! Stop moving!

I got it!

What's this?

Do you think it's that Lady's pram?

From the accident?

What do you suppose
it's doing back here?

There's no baby.

Does that seem odd to you, George?

It does, John.

- So the pram was just here?
- Yes, Sir.

No sign of a baby?

No,
Sir.

Do you think this has anything
to do with the sabotage

of Mr Flannery's motorcar?

What if there never was
a baby in the pram?

What if it was a ruse

to cause Mr Flannery to swerve?

Then why would she
abandon her coat there?

There seem to be several people
who would wish Mr Flannery harm.

Perhaps the woman in the
orange coat was one of them.

Right.
George, John,

canvass the area and see
if anyone can give you

a description of the woman
who was pushing the pram.

Sir.

Oh, dear.

Put that camera away!

Can you tell me about the
situation here, Inspector?

Everything that needs to
be done is getting done.

Mr... the gentleman doesn't
want any photographs.

- Can you tell me his name?
- No.

He wants his privacy. Now please,

move along,
young Lady.

Do you want to be part of the
story yourself, Inspector?

It's Inspector Thomas C. Brackenreid.

- B-R-A-C-K...
- Inspector!

Rein her in, Crabtree!

Miss Cherry,

what are you doing here?

Lord knows what I'll do now.

Everything's going to be fine.

Mr Flannery.

We believe the woman pushing the pram

may be involved in the plot to harm you.

You don't say?

The Ladies usually like me.

You said she stepped
out in front of you.

You must have seen her. Think.

Did she look at all familiar?

It all happened so fast.

And... I only had eyes on the pram,

trying to avoid hitting it, you know.

This is the coat she was wearing.

Perhaps it belongs to someone you know?

I am sorry.

I can't help you, Detectives.

Well, I was driving up on
this long line of vehicles

and I realised something quite
serious must have happened here.

Right, so you thought you would come

- take a look for yourself?
- I am tired of apologising

to you for doing my job,
George. It's terribly boring

after a while.
I wonder you

- don't ask Miss Bloom the same.
- Well, I like Miss Bloom.

I am sorry,
it's just...

this is the... the worst
day of this chap's life.

Perhaps instead of worrying
about taking his photo,

you could... find some way of helping.

Thank you for that, Tom.

Some people are daft as muck.

That's exactly what my
father used to say.

- Was he from Yorkshire?
- His parents were.

He died in his bed at the age of 65.

I expected the same.

Hoped for the same.

You don't deserve this, Dilton.

Did you know that before I
became manager at City Records,

it was my job to file
death certificates?

I put them all in their correct places.

I didn't think often
about the lives lived.

It occurs to me now...

that's quite odd.

When one deals in the business of death

it's best not to look too close.

No.

No. One must perform one's function.

Thank you. Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

Did you see the accident
here this morning?

Oh, Sir, did you see the
accident here this morning?

Do you recall a woman pushing a pram?

A woman wearing this coat?

Wearing an orange coat, pushing a pram.

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

Mr Dilbert!

Oh!

Thank you for coming, Miss Ash.

- This is my friend,
Inspector Brackenreid.
- Pleasure.

The Constable came to fetch me.

I feared you were hurt.

Well it seems I am. I am...

I will be incapacitated
for quite some time.

Oh my goodness, I am sorry to hear it.

Thank you.

I called for you because I wished

to ask for your assistance

in completing the filing of my report

on the water treatment applications.

Of course I will do whatever
you need, Mr Dilbert.

Very well.

That puts my mind at ease.

Mr Flannery seems to have an
injury to his midsection.

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

Yes, hello.
Toronto Railway Company here again.

Just a moment.
Could you ask him

if he'd like to be seen and
let me know what you find.

Of course.

- Yes, hello again.
- Spoke to my manager.

He wanted me to tell
you that there are now

three streetcars backed up
either side of this mess.

Yes, I can see that.
Streetcars are a flawed system.

All because of a little smash up.

This is a crime scene, Mr Hubert.

A crime scene!

Well, that's a new one!
Look. You don't

see this every day. I do.

Autos smashing into lantern poles.
Autos smashing

into other autos.
Autos smashing into people.

This is not a crime scene.
It's a traffic accident. Simple.

We also have a man

trapped over there who will likely die

when we attempt to move him.
We are giving him some time.

Doctors ride the TRC, Detective.

Doctors on their way to hospital.

How many other people should die

for your man over there?

If you have any doctors
on your streetcar,

I suggest you summon a taxicab for them.

Mr Flannery refused treatment.

He says he's not injured
around the middle at all.

William, there's something
very odd about his injuries.

- Yes?
- Most drivers who crash

the front of their motorcar
are propelled forward

into the steering wheel,
striking their chest,

sometimes inducing a heart attack.

But Mr Flannery injured his nose.

What are you looking for, Murdoch?

A piece of rope or a... John.

Have a look in all of the garbage
cans around this intersection.

I am looking for a piece of rope

or a large leather belt.
That sort of thing.

Yes Sir.

Detective.

Nobody particularly remembers
anything about a woman

- in an orange coat.
- It seems most people's

attention was captured by the accident.

What do you need rope for?

It may be nothing, or maybe...

Ah ha.
Sir,

have a look at these large metal hooks.

I believe he may have tied a
rope from one end to the other.

Mr Flannery's injuries are very unusual.

I think he may have had
some sort of device

- to restrain him.
- Of course. That's why he

- hit his head and not his chest.
- Exactly.

- Yes, but that would mean...
- He knew he was going to crash.

Flannery was not the intended victim.

Sir, if my suspicions are correct,

Mr Flannery planned this accident.

Sir, do you really think
Flannery would have

crashed his own motorcar
with himself inside of it?

What was his purpose?

Perhaps Mr Dilbert was

- his intended victim all along.
- Me?

Why would anyone want to kill me?

Mr Flannery swerved to avoid a woman

with a pram, putting you in his path.

The mother has since disappeared,

changing her clothes,
and it's likely the pram

- never contained a baby at all.
- So you think

the only reason the pram was
put there was to make him

- turn towards Mr Dilbert?
- But I don't even know Mr Flannery!

Can you think

of anyone at all who
may have wish you harm?

I've done nothing to warrant
such a passionate act,
I can assure you Detective.

I am a simple man,
a mere cog in the machine.

That's what my life has amounted to,

- I regret to say.
- Detective Murdoch,

I didn't find any rope or
belts in the garbage bins.

Would you like me to
look in the receptacles

- further down the street?
- No, thank you, John.

Mr Flannery hasn't left the
intersection since the accident,

it's not likely he went that far.

No, but Sir, if your theory is correct,

he had or has an accomplice.
The woman pushing the pram.

I mean, that's probably
why she stashed the pram

and the orange coat in the alley,
so she could return

- to the scene unrecognized.
- She may have been the one
to remove the restraint.

And if so...

it's possible she's still here.

If she is,

we don't want to give
her reason to flee.

Let's not tip our suspicion

of Mr Flannery until we find her.
Gentlemen, speak

with all of the women that
are still here. See if you

can establish their exact whereabouts
at the time of the collision.

Sir.

Should you like more of this?

Go ahead.

We got him!

Ah!

I thought I was going to have
to leave this one behind.

Good catch,
Miss Cherry.

Summers at my grandmother's
farm haven't gone to waste!

Well, if you'd like to
taste this one's shank,

come to Nicastro's Butcher and
I'll make you get a good cut.

I may take you up on that.

Back in here.

And once again, thank you
for your help, Constable.

No trouble, Artie.
You can be on your way now.

All right,
take care.

Drive safely!

Well, you were right,

Constable Crabtree.

- It's not so bad to lend a hand.
- It was good of you.

Now, what was the name
of the squished man?

Uh...

Thank you.

The precise issue with the
Water Care Incorporated company

is the legitimacy of their
proposed filtration method.

Am I speaking too fast, Miss Ash?

No, I am quite adept at
cross-eclectic shorthand.

Yes, I have had occasion to notice.

As you brought to my attention,
the company has letters

of recommendation from several
small towns. However, I noticed

that the name on one of
the letters did not match

the forms that I had seen from...

All right, Dilton?

Yes.

I see that the ambulance is
here but I am not ready yet.

No rush.
Take your time.

- What time is it, Tom?
- Around 9:40.

- Miss Ash.
- Hm?

I was to meet my immediate
supervisor at 10:15 this morning

- to convey my concerns to him.
- Mhm.

You could attend the
meeting in my stead,

pass along my regrets,

and explain our concerns.
Here are my notes...

No, I will do no such thing, Mr Dilbert.

Well, there's...
time enough for you to do so.

Well, that's entirely beside the point.

Oh.

No, I will see you
safely to the hospital.

There's no need.

It's likely I won't make it to hospital.

Oh, I beg your pardon! Not make it?

The doctor believes that
moving the motorcar back

will kill me.

Oh.

I apologise for the poor timing
of what I am about to say.

What is it,
Mr Dilbert?

I am not sure whether

saying this now is a kindness.

But I must confess to loving you.

Loving you in such a way

that my most cherished wish is...

was to give you comfort

and security for the rest of your life.

I understand.

It is the most inopportune
time and I do apologise,

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

No. I loved you as well.

Oh.
You have?

Well...

What did you learn about
the Lady tourists?

We can eliminate them.
Mr Todd says he remembers them

all being in the carriage from
the beginning of the tour.

The Germans insisted on a
head count at every stop.

We haven't much time.
What have you, George?

Sir, I learned that Miss Quigg,
the barmaid,

- opened late this morning.
- She told us as much, yes.

So her whereabouts during
the time of the accident

- were unknown.
- She's acquainted

- with Mr Flannery.
- And the pram was hidden

in the alley near enough to the pub.

If Flannery used some sort
of restraining device,

she would have had opportunity
to hide it inside.

I'll investigate motive. Carry on.

Mr Dilbert...

there must be

something you've done

- out of the ordinary recently.
- I've kept quite to my routine.

I assure you, I am not
important enough to murder,

Detective Murdoch.

Perhaps this is simply an accident.

But Mr Dilbert.
You have done something unusual

- as of late.
- I have?

You looked into the Water Care
Incorporated company for me.

That's not part of
your ordinary routine.

No. But it was just a simple
matter of checking references.

Yes, but prior to the
awarding of a city tender.

But for that company,
what you discovered

through your diligent
research was a problem

with their patents.

Their filtration system doesn't
do what they say it will.

And they know as much.

You proved that without a doubt.

It was a small matter of
telephoning the right people.

It will cost them their
municipal contract.

Enough money to murder for.

Who else knew you were
investigating this company?

I spoke with a representative
from the company yesterday

to confirm that they'd submitted
the correct documentation.

Here are my notes on the call.

Thank you,
Mr Dilbert.

Miss Ash.

Now I believe it's high time
we got you out of here.

There is nothing else
to be done, I suppose.

Oh, Mr Dilbert... Dilton.

Mr Dilbert.

I will find the people
responsible for hurting you.

Thank you,
Detective.

- Good man.
- Yes.

Good man.

I'll be assisting the
ambulance attendants.

George, when you move the motorcar back,
be sure to go far enough
to give us room to work.

- Will do.
- When the motorcar is moved,

he'll likely go into hemorrhagic shock.

We'll bind his injuries
as tightly as possible.

And if that is successful, he'll

be transported to the
hospital for surgery.

- He will be in tremendous pain.
- Yes. I have

the morphine ready...

William, it's missing.

The belt.

Harming Miss Ash won't help you,
Nurse Liston.

I beg your pardon!

I was simply going to assist the doctor.

This is the woman that
was pushing the pram.

Of course!
Of course!

I recognize her, Detective.

She did this! She is a jilted lover.

Angry enough to try to hurt me.

- You bastard.
- You! Hurting this poor,

- innocent man.
- Mr Flannery,

Miss Liston likely had an accomplice.

And I suspect we'll find
that you are a principal

at the Water Care Incorporated Company.

You found out

that Mr Dilbert had information
that could cost you

- a city contract.
- A loss big enough

to bankrupt your company, I'll wager.

- What!
- So you learned

Mr Dilbert's routine.
You and Miss Liston

set about to prevent him

from telling anyone what he'd learned.

She pushed the pram
into the intersection,

giving you the excuse you needed

to do what you intended all along:

to hit Mr Dilbert with your motorcar.

That's ridiculous.

You said yourself the
brakes were sabotaged.

- You cut them, sunshine.
- That's why you knew

to wear a restraint.
Miss Liston then

returned to the scene and
helped you get rid of it.

I suspect we'll find marks

on this belt matching the metal hooks

behind the seat of your motorcar.

No! It was an accident.

I highly doubt that.
Take them away.

Right.

It's time.

- Well, Mr Dilbert.
- Were those the people

responsible for the accident?

The Detective has them bang to rights.

Dilton, I am so sorry
I got you into this.

If I hadn't asked you for your help...

We did the right thing, Mildred.

That's all that matters,
what... whatever happens.

We saved the city and its
citizens from a con artist.

We'd best not put this off any longer.

It is my hope...

We are going to do

our very best, Mr Dilbert.

Thank you.

You've been a good friend, Tom.

We'll get you out of there, Dilton.

I'll be here to support your
weight when the car moves.

And I'll be right here.

I have imagined our
courtship so many times.

As have I.

It's almost as if it really happened.

I am ready.

Ready.
Go.

- Push!
- Hang in there!

Give it here, lads.

Oh,
no!