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

No. There's some movers.

He looks to be about 40.

She's a few years younger.

Oh, dear.

- They just saw me.
- Hello!

Because they're waving at me.

Oh no! They're coming this way.

No, I don't...

What...

Not without you here.

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

I prefer peaceful coexistence.

It's just better that way.

I...

They're here.

I will.

I promise.

Hello?

Hello!

I hear footsteps
in there. Ha! Ha! Ha!

Howdy, neighbour!

- We saw you looking.
- Hmm-mm!

Raymond Huckabee
and this is my...

my better half,
Goldie Huckabee.

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

- It is so unusual.
- Hmm-mm. Is there...

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's a wife?

Oh!

- I said the wrong way around.
- She...

Ha! Ha! Ha! She said it
the wrong way! Ha! Ha!

Where are all the rooms?

Uh...

Detective Murdoch.

- He's a detective!
- Correct, yes.

I'll be right there.

Duty calls.

Oh! What a shame, detective.

- Ha! Ha! Ha!
- Some other time, then.

Some other time.

We received the 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.

If she was found in the water,
any sign of blood

could've washed away.

Distribute these
to the other stationhouses.

We want to have this woman
identified right away.

- Any missing persons reported?
- Not in the last week, sir.

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.

Alright, that should do.

And...

How long does it take
to get a match?

Well, to compare
to every file on record,

it takes about ten minutes.

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

Lord.

Speak the words
and they immediately

become alive!
Look at that!

M0132.

M...

0132.

Yes, that's her alright.

- When did she go missing?
- 189...

1895? That's 12 years ago.

She still looks 18.

How's that possible?

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.

Non-twins 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 daftys
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.
- Her father and stepmother.

Her father, Jack Townsend,
died last April

and Doris has since moved away.

We haven't been able
to locate her.

- This is a stationhouse 1 file.
- Yes. I have sent a constable

- to collect the original files.
- Reported missing 12 years ago.

Could she have been killed then
and preserve somehow?

I've considered that, sir.
If the body were kept

in a sealed container,
pressurized with 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 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.
- 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.

Alright. "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 a manuscript

of this type
at this time."

Oh, I told you so!

This is what comes
from opening letters.

"Of this type"?
What do they mean?

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.

- Dis you see her pursuer?
- No.

We figured she was loony.

- What time was this?
- Around about 8:30.

We were out
for our evening walk.

The valley is 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.
Puff sleeves as I recall,

- with a rose collar.
- 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
ten hours before she was found.

Her head and shoulders
were partially submerged.

I've calculated the heat flux
to 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 her killer

- or towards him?
- And who is she?

- Hamish Slorach.
- Pardon?

- Knock-knock.
- Inspector Slorach! What can we do for you, sir?

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

The boys at my old stationhouse told me
you were asking about Polly Townsend.

- Yes.
- I was the detective

investigating
her disappearance.

- What year was that?
- 1895.

- 1899? - 95!
- 95.

- 95...
- November 15th.

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

13th... See here, got...

There's 13th and the 13th...
There's 13th.

15th. 15th! Uh...
"Eggs on toast.

Eggs runny.
Must tell Meg."

Hmm. Meg was my wife.

Is there anything
about Miss Townsend there?

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 TB."

What could I meant by "TB"?

- Tuberculosis?
- Yeah, that's it.

That's it! She had consumption.

Any reason why
she would've run away?

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?

Yeah, she remarried.
To a lawyer who lives down my street.

Birdie Smothers
is his name.

Mrs. Smothers.

This is my husband, Birdie.

I came to offer support.

Now, Mrs. Smothers,
we don't believe this to be

your stepdaughter,
but we are 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.

Are you quite sure
this is your stepdaughter?

She had a scar.
On her leg.

From running
into a barbed wire fence

when she was a child.

She was very self-conscious
about it.

Oh!

How is this possible?

- 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.

- 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 notice,
every idea I have

seems to get crushed under foot
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.
- 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.

- Any other ideas?
- She may have been kidnapped by aliens.

- Possibly Venusian.
- How did they keep her young?

By travelling close
to the speed of light...

What?

It's here somewhere.

- What are you looking for?
- Ah, yes.

Here.

This was from my lecture
at Trinity College.

- Did you attend?
- I did.

You spoke of a person
travelling 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 ten 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.

Bloody aliens! You really
think aliens are responsible?

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

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.
- All right then, smartarse.

- 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.
- And did they kill her as well?

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.

Wait. Louise Cherry?

How did she find out
about this case?

Who bloody cares? Right,
you, stop spouting nonsense

- and get back to work.
- I came to tell the Detective

Miss Hart would like to see him
in the morgue.

I've analyzed the 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 is 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'd already acquired.

Louise Cherry has interfered

with every case
she's ever investigated.

I have a standing directive

forbidding any official
communication with her.

Were you not aware of this?

I am 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.

Someone's at the door.

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

Our new neighbours.

Oh! Oh, you will.

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 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.

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.

I've got ideas aplenty.

Oh, for instance.

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

What if he didn't
just cure her consumption

but of aging itself?

Aging is not a disease,
it's a process.

- Does it kill you?
- Eventually.

I rest my case.

- Hello?
- Hello?

It's your new neighbours.

We couldn't let our favourite neighbour go

- without a woman's cooking.
- It's potted duck.

- I have company at the mo...
- Murdoch!

You don't turn down food!
Hello. Come on in!

The more the merrier! Oh! Oh!

- Parker, have a look.
- 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.

And what type is that? I mean,
I would think that my type

is the class of types
that doesn't have a type.

I mean, the original
was clearly science fiction.

Venusians, you know,
from Venus,

they come and attack my hometown
and I have to save everybody.

But 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...

I see no reason
I should be denied

the lunch I was enjoying
until your boys 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 are 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

in 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 has 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. This is
the greatest invention ever!

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

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

- A 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?

No. Jack Townsend died
from a massive heart attack

- two months ago.
- You're certain?

I performed
the post-mortem myself.

And how did you arrive
at that determination?

His left coronary artery
was completely blocked.

Even if he were shot,
stabbed and poisoned

he would've 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.

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

What have you,
Constables?

Good Lord.

Robert Parker,
Special Constable.

- 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.

Why did you not tell me
about this device earlier?

I didn't know
anything about it.

We read about it at
the same time as everybody 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.

- But your honour...
- That is my decision.

Next up. Wilson vs Taylor.

- Thirty days!
- Does seem quite a lot.

That is enough time
to reverse engineer the machine

- and apply for a patent.
- Sirs.

Morning edition.

What is it?

"The Eternal Youth Machine

"will be demonstrated today
at five o'clock.

$500 dollars is the price tag
for willing subjects."

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 will 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 person's report.
- No.

There's no way
they could have known

that we have
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 am 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.
- Hmm.

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
to 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'm 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.

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 who 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.
- 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.

I'm not sure
it pertains to the case.

As you will note her skin seems
slightly redder on the front

than the back.

- She'd been in the sun.
- 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
on 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 light itself?

- Some kind of a... high energy beam.
- Precisely.

My God!

I believe we may be looking
at Polly Townsend.

- X-rays?
- Or something

with even 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 worked?

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.

Alright.

- Your book. You were saying...
- Right.

I feel like I may
have made a misturn

- around Chapter Number Four.
- How so?

Well, instead of
making the book

about Venusians,
you know, from Venus,

Effie convinced me that
I should centre the story

around an aunt of mine
who disappeared

when I was still a lad.

Sounds compelling.

Not to Deakins of Canada,
apparently. 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 28th?

- No.
- May we have a look

- at that dress, Miss Beard?
- I don't have it anymore.

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

It should be easy enough
to confirm.

He 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 can 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?

- How long has it been?
- Twenty minutes.

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

I don't think it will make
much difference.

Why do you say that?

- It's dead.
- Oh.

- It feels unnaturally warm.
- 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 o'clock.

- It's 4:50 now.
- Oh...

Out of the way!
Police! Out of the way!

Amazing, isn't it, Murdoch?
I'm never going to get old.

- I'm never going to die.
- Turn it off!

- No, you wait your turn, Murdoch.
- Now! Turn it off.

You can't compel me
without a court order.

No! No!

- Murdoch, no!
- Stop!

- Stop!
- Murdoch!

- What have you done!?
- Why?

- 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, well...

Mr. Smothers. Please sit down.

I will concede
that the dead young woman

- is Polly.
- Well, good. Finally.

And 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 she would look
into the disappearance

of Polly Townsend.

If you have
any evidence of this,

I'd 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'd 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.

It was madness.

He placed her
in a sealed container.

It was made of glass.

You could see her inside,

lying there
like she was Sleeping Beauty.

All those years

he never stopped 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 have 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.
- Twelve 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 them, Murdoch.

I suppose not.

As far as I'm concerned,
their biggest crime

is that they got
everyone's hopes up.

We were going to 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.

Oh, let him go, it's not like
he could get lost in here.

I've vowed though

that both of us old dogs
are gonna get out more.

Now that there's no hope
of cheating death we may as well

make the most
of every day we have left.

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

Perhaps.
But I'm already jowly

and that's only going
to get worse.

Sometimes when I look
in a mirror,

I squint, I see the old man
I'm going to be.

Assuming you're lucky.

I bet you
that's Ray and Goldie.

I met them on the way in.
They said they might drop by.

He is a grand fellow. Isn't he?

That's your previous version.

- With the Venusians.
- Yes.

- The one your sweetheart...
- Effie.

- Talked you into changing.
- Yes.

So? Is it good?

Well, 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 none the less.
- So send it in.

I don't know.
What if they publish it?

- What?
- If they publish this one,

I can never publish this one.

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.

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!"

- Of course he would.
- And I said "Why not?

Is she not good looking enough?"

Very amusing.

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