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Thank you for taking the time
out of your schedule, Dr. Talbot.

I always have time for a
little agitation, Ms. Martin.

I hope it doesn't come to that.

- Dr. Talbot...
- Katherine, please.

You raised quite a stir
when I told Dr. Forbes

you were attending this
rally. I think he assumed

you were here solely for
the medical conference.

Was he pleased to learn that you'd
be attending the rally as well?

I wouldn't think so.

Look at us, a pair of troublemakers.

It's a very good crowd.

Your name carries weight, Dr. Talbot.

Hm. Not as much as it once did.

- Well, we shouldn't try their patience.
- Of course not.

I'll be cheering you
on from the audience.

Ruth isn't coming?

Ruthie doesn't want to trouble
herself with the bother of voting.

She thinks it's nothing
but a load of fiddle-faddle.

Hmm... somehow, I'm not surprised.

- Ms. Newsome, I trust you're well?
- Indeed.

I must admit to being excited
to hear Dr. Talbot speak.

I've long admired her.

Henry, look at this chap.

I've seen him before
at a suffrage speech.

I arrested him for causing
trouble a couple of months ago.

Perhaps you'll get to
again. Oy! You there!

- Out of here, this minute!
- I have a right to be here.

But you don't have a right
to drink in a public place!

- You care for a day in the cells, Mr. McReardy?
- Ah,

I couldn't be bothered
to listen to them anyway.

They'll just spout the same
nonsense they always do.

This way, ladies.

There's Agnes Cunningham.

I was wondering if she'd be here.

- She's still at it?
- I saw her at the last suffrage meeting.

She tried to shout Clara down.

From what I can gather,

I wouldn't recommend it
with Katherine Talbot.

That last meeting, I didn't see you,

or the one before that.

Life has a way of
intruding, from time to time.

Oh, so you're settling in
to domestic responsibility

like Agnes Cunningham
recommends we all do.

I don't know what you all do to
banish the idle hours, but, um,

this morning, I was on a train
wondering if I am a person.

And I came to the conclusion
I must be. I am sentient,

capable of determining right from
wrong, and I can fend for myself,

but perhaps I'm wrong.

Perhaps I'm not a person, and

that would mean that you are not,

nor you, or you.

How can this be?

Because we are not considered persons.

Male politicians have
deemed it so, and as such,

we are denied our right to the vote.

But we are people, and as people...

- ... we must demand what we deserve.
- What are you doing there?

Henry, make sure everybody gets out!

Dr. Talbot!

- Dr. Talbot, are you all right?
- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Oh, Lord!

I'm fine, I'm fine. Go see if she's OK.

Clara?

Clara?

Effie, I need you to apply
pressure to this wound firmly.

George, we need an
ambulance immediately.

Sir! Sir?

I want your report as
soon as you have it.

Of course. I'll need
a couple of constables

- to help me transport the body.
- Right. You two, assist Ms. Hart.

- Where's Julia? Is she all right?
- Sir, yes.

Her and Dr. Talbot are
already off to the hospital.

- They're tending on Ms. Martin.
- How's her condition?

She's alive. Beyond that, I don't know.

All right. Where was
Dr. Talbot standing?

Oh, uh, about here.

So, quite a ways from the explosion.

Perhaps it wasn't meant for her.

Perhaps the explosion was merely
a distraction from the proceedings.

Sir, perhaps somebody meant to fling it.

I mean, wait until Dr. Talbot
was mid-bluster, and then...

It exploded early.

Perhaps he wasn't very experienced.

Explosives is not a
field to learn on the job.

Sirs, do you mind if I have
a word with Ms. Newsome?

- Of course.
- What did you see, Higgins?

- Not much, sir.
- Well, there's a bloody surprise!

George and I were speaking
to a man at the back.

We asked him to leave shortly
before the speech began.

- Why?
- He was drinking,

and he'd caused trouble at
events like this in the past.

- Did you get a name?
- McReardy. Walter McReardy.

Right. Henry, have the men gather
every piece from this explosion

and bring it to the
station house immediately.

- After that, find Mr. McReardy.
- Sirs.

Was Dr. Talbot hurt at all?

- What business is it of yours, Mrs... .?
- Mrs. Agnes Cunningham.

Simply curious.

If you have no further questions,

we are in the middle of
a police investigation.

Well, if she was hurt,

she would only have gotten
what she'd long been asking for.

Dr. Ogden, can you
hold that back? Clamp!

Very good.

- There's another bit right there.
- Yeah, I see it.

How's her heartrate?

It's still steady.

Do you see any other areas of damage?

No.

- Due diligence, before we close her up.
- Of course.

You have experience
with this kind of injury?

Did it once or twice. Can you just

clear that blood out of here?
I need to see what I'm doing.

What were you doing at that rally?

Wanted to hear what kind of rot

- they were gonna spout this time.
- "This time"?

You make a habit of
attending suffrage rallies?

Well, if you're asking,
you already know.

But I was out of the hall
well before the explosion.

You could have set the bomb and left.

I could have, but I didn't.

You and your men have disrupted
a number of these rallies.

Simply voicing our opinion.

I believe that's our
right, last time I looked.

Disrupting a legally
sanctioned gathering

is not the same as voicing an opinion.

Well, one of your men escorted me out

before any disrupting could take place.

So, other than enjoying a
drink in a place I shouldn't,

I did nothing wrong. Can I go?

Boss is not gonna be too
pleased I'm not at work.

Hey, you know what I think?

I think if you try and disrupt
the natural order of things,

nothing good's gonna come of it.

That's all you're seeing here.

She will recover.

What happened to Ms.
Martin is not your fault.

Thank you, but trouble does
seem to follow me around.

Progress is not without cost.

But I'm never the one to pay it.

You should be thankful for that.

What have you, Ms. Hart?

- I've only just begun to examine...
- I need to know

the nature of that device,
or as best you can tell me,

and how close the victim was
to the centre of the blast.

- And you will have it.
- When?

As soon as I can, Detective.

Good.

"And Father, I have secured
employment in Toronto.

I shall be arriving once I
have completed my classes.

I do hope to be able to see you again,

and perhaps meet your family."

- Sir?
- Oh, Murdoch! Come in.

- What do you know about the dead man?
- Very little,

but the good news is Ms.
Martin survived the operation.

I'm glad that Margaret never
had the time for any of this.

Any sense of who planted the bomb?

Someone opposed to women having
the right to vote, I assume.

The world's bloody changing, Murdoch:

unions, suffragettes,

no one knows how to keep up with it.

Product of the times
we live in, I suppose.

Well, I've had enough of it.

That's no reason to pack it in, sir.

I'm not about to...

Oh, you're making a joke.

Don't. It's not your strength, Murdoch.

Right, then. I'm off to
see this minister again,

to talk about the state of my marriage.

Waste of bloody time, if you ask me!

- Perhaps you'll get something out of...
- The only reason I'm doing this

is to stay out of the
dog box. Toodle-pip!

Detective, we've avoided
the subject all night:

what exactly do you know
of what happened today?

Not as much as I would
like to know, unfortunately.

I've questioned a man who has disrupted

events like yours in the past, but...

I had no reason to hold him.

Julia, do you know Agnes Cunningham?

I do. She's the head of
Women United Against Suffrage.

She was at the event?

You know her?

She wrote me a long missive
demanding I not speak.

Absolute rot!

How about the dead man? Do
you know anything about him?

Oh, we were hoping you might know him.

I'm sorry, I...

took a quick glance at him,

but it certainly wasn't
a face I recognized.

It's hard to think I
looked into the eyes

of a man who tried to kill me.

We don't yet know if he was the
bomber, or an innocent victim.

I should hardly be surprised, I suppose.

Seems whether one is in
the new world or the old,

there are always those opposed
to equal rights for women.

Just as they are those in favour.

Someone wanted me dead.

It's not the first time.

I was giving a speech in
London, um, six years ago.

A man ran on stage and
came at me with a knife.

- Good Lord!
- Almost cost me my life, and my job;

but I came back stronger,
even more committed.

And that's when I realized a revolution
will not be won without blood.

Let's hope that's not necessary.

When will I be able
to speak to Ms. Martin?

She should be able to
take questions by tomorrow.

She's a fighter.

Well, I should be off.
This has been most pleasant.

What time shall I expect you tomorrow?

I'll be at the hotel no later than 7.

- In the morning?
- It's a long journey.

Oh!

So, you're off to Kingston.

- I wish you had told me.
- Well, now you know.

I am not comfortable with the idea.

Someone may have made
an attempt on her life.

- I'm aware of that.
- And that someone may try again.

So, she should just shut her mouth,

- and run away and hide?
- That's not what I'm saying.

She shouldn't put herself at risk.

So, a woman should deny
herself her right to exist

because someone may
commit a crime against her?

No, not at all. I
would just prefer that,

if someone is after her,

my wife not be in the line of fire.

I have alerted Kingston constabulary
to the possibility of trouble.

- I should come with you.
- No, you shouldn't!

You should find out who
tried to hurt Dr. Talbot

and see that it doesn't happen again.

Now, William,

I have to get up very
early in the morning.

- To get blown to Kingdom Come...
- Shh...

Perhaps, perhaps we should try

to part with happy memories on our mind.

- "Happy memories"?
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm...

I hope you're prepared for this.

I've taken a coach plenty of times.

These are not the bucolic pastures
of England; this is Canada.

And I shall be well able to handle it.

We'll see in a few hours.

That's it!

That is it!

The world will soon be introduced

to the inner George Crabtree.

Congratulations, George,

but it's not truly
finished until I read it!

- Oh, is that right?
- It is, indeed.

That is, unless you would
rather not have my counsel.

No, of course, I would. In fact,
that's not all I'd like to have.

Now, now, Mr. Crabtree,
we both need to be at work.

No, don't go that way.

My landlady's out there, I can hear her.

I should just step out there
and shock the life out of her.

I need to keep a roof over my head.

- Come on.
- We are really going to need

- to create a better arrangement.
- I know, I know, I know!

Meet me at Scott's Diner, at noon.

I'll let you know how you did.

Mrs. Keening!

You're looking well this morning.

You're up to something
in there, Mr. Crabtree.

- I know it.
- I'm just getting my rest,

so I can keep our fair city safe.

- I'm so sorry this happened to you.
- Thank you.

Can you tell me anything about the
events leading up to the explosion?

I was backstage.

Was anyone else hurt?

A young man was killed.

Oh.

I saw him.

Who was he?

We don't know. I was
hoping you could tell me.

No, I didn't recognize him.

Did you happen to see if
he was carrying anything?

Not that I recall.

Stupid me.

Why do you say that?

About two months ago,

someone threw a bucket of
paint at me when I was speaking

at a gathering near the Legislature.

I should have been
paying closer attention.

What did you do once you saw him?

I went to ask him what he
was doing there, and then...

But that's all I remember.

So I've had about as much luck as you.

Nobody at the exhibition
hall ever saw the man.

How did he get backstage?

It wasn't a restricted area,

I suppose he could have
wandered in at any time.

Well, we don't yet know if
he wandered in bomb in hand,

or if he was simply at the
wrong place at the wrong time.

I believe I can answer
that for you, Detective.

Take a look at this.

Given the severity of his wounds,

I would say he was very
close to the device.

He could even have been carrying it.

It went off early.

- That would be my guess, yes.
- Could he have done so deliberately?

Can't answer what was on
his mind, that's your job.

- Is there anything else?
- Yes.

I found this while
conducting the post-mortem.

I also found traces of mercury.

I took the liberty of examining it.

I think that you will find that

what you're trying to
assemble is an Orsini bomb.

That pin is a part of
the trigger mechanism.

Nicely done, Ms. Hart.
Wouldn't you say so, sir?

- Mm-hmm.
- When one or more of those pins

come in contact with a solid
object, the bomb detonates.

Here is some background information.

She's good.

Thank you, George.

Yah!

Yah!

I feel I've crossed half the country.

- With any luck, we'll arrive before nightfall.
- Nightfall?

I told you, this isn't England.

Julia, you should be
aware I've contacted

the League of Women Voters in Kingston.

They'll be attending my lecture.

Are you not supposed to be talking

about advances in vascular surgery?

Yes, that is what I'm
supposed to be doing,

but meek women do not make history.

- How about dead ones?
- Ha!

Sometimes, I feel they're
the only ones who do.

- I'm serious.
- As am I!

I shall not be silenced
by threat or intimidation.

Mrs. Cunningham,

did you write Dr. Talbot in an
attempt to stop her from speaking?

I most certainly did.

And it seems to me that
she should have listened.

You're married to Dr.
Julia Ogden, are you not?

I am.

It surprises me that
a man such as yourself

has so little control over her actions.

How my wife chooses to occupy
her time is none of your concern.

It certainly is. Your wife and Dr.
Talbot are leading women astray.

- I hardly think advocating for the vote...
- It denigrates women.

We are the moral centre of society;

we should not be sullying
ourselves with politics.

And pouring a bucket
of paint on someone,

is that sullying oneself?

Hmm! I had nothing to do with that.

- What about this?
- Hmm...

- Looks like rubbish.
- It's a bomb, Mrs. Cunningham.

We know who set it off,

we just don't yet know
who put him up to it.

You were there when the bomb went off.

And I certainly know nothing about it.

I am a lady, not an anarchist.

It's a tremendous opportunity.

Mr. Clark is going to commit
almost exclusively to defence law,

and he wants me to assist him.

- A new job?
- Why not?

There are very few lawyers who
defend people accused of crime.

Well, with good reason.

I mean there are very few
people accused of crimes

that didn't commit
them, in my experience.

Well, not all police officers
are as competent as you.

- That's true.
- Who knows?

We could be facing
off against each other

in a courtroom someday.

Leave your window open tonight.

That is, if you'd like a visitor.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

- What did you think of the ending?
- The ending of what?

Effie!

Oh, your book!

The ending was marvellous,

moving, touching.

It should be published immediately.

I told my publisher friend you
would be bringing it by shortly.

- "Shortly"?
- Today? Tomorrow?

The day after?

Is there something
wrong with that, George?

No...

Perfect! I'll see you tonight.

The company McReardy
works for was involved

in all aspects of
construction, demolition.

- So he built a bloody bomb?
- He or a friend did.

And this friend blew himself
up? Sharp as a marble!

You know, Murdoch, I
may have been a bit harsh

in my judgement of men
of the cloth in the past.

But for a Toffee man,
Margaret's minister

- really is a decent chap.
- "Toffee man"?

Supporter of Everton Football Club.

Liverpool.

Anyway, he said that all I need
to do to keep my marriage happy

- is to be honest with her.
- Is that so?

And Thomas Charles Brackenreid
is as honest as they day is long.

- I see.
- At least about the things she needs to know.

May I help you?

Toronto constabulary.

- Who are you looking for?
- Walter McReardy. Where is he?

Booked a couple of days off.

Do you have a home address?

I can get it.

Has this man ever worked for you?

Never seen him before. What did he do?

He set the bomb off at
the suffragette rally.

None of them got the brains to do that.

More than one of them would like to.

Do you share this sentiment?

I build buildings, don't give
much of a care either way.

Women wanna vote? Let them.

Get us the address, Paddy.

- Uh, Detective?
- Yes, George.

I was wondering

if you might take a quick
look at my manuscript.

I know you're terribly busy, but

a publisher has recently
shown some interest and

I would love to know how you regard it.

Oh, of course.

You don't need to read the whole thing.

Maybe just up to the part where, um...

Well, I... I don't want to spoil it.

I venture, once you start, you
won't be able to put it down.

And how was your visit
with the minister?

He's not a bad chap.

- That's it?
- No, that's not it.

I know now I was wrong

not to tell you about my
relationship with Ms. Johnston.

Well, that's something.

And that I should be more mindful
of your feelings, in general.

Ah, I see.

- "I see"?
- No, I appreciate it, Thomas.

It's all I ever wanted from you:

honesty; so thank you.

Where are you off to?

Uh, for tea with Verna Jones.

It's been a long time since we visited.

We have a lot to catch up on, so...

Before you go, there's
something you should know.

Your minister surprised me.

- How?
- He suggested

there were a few things that we could do

to improve the quality of our marriage.

Oh. Did he now?

Perhaps you should
give old Verna a ring,

suggest another time.

Perhaps I should.

And you had a hard
time in medical school?

- I persevered.
- I'd say you did much more than that.

Your accomplishments suggest
a woman twice your age.

Uh... you ladies have a chaperone?

I hardly think we require a chaperone.

Then we don't need your, uh, type.

And what type would that be?

The type that don't know their place.

Make me leave.

- Katherine.
- Come on!

- You have a lecture tomorrow.
- So, you're the type of man

brave enough to strike a woman?

- With cause.
- And what is that cause, sir?

The simple fact that I exist?

Go to bed, ladies.

Or are you waiting for
someone to take you there?

Katherine, there are more important
things at stake than these two.

I'd heard much more
encouraging things about you

than what I've been seeing.

Sir, Mr. McReardy has
been missing for two days;

I think we need to at least
entertain the possibility that...

That he's gone off in search of
Dr. Talbot. I'm aware of that.

But, if that's the case,
then shouldn't you...

Julia is a grown woman,
and she's assured me

that she will notify me at
the first sign of any trouble.

Now, have you found the
identity of the dead man yet?

I'm afraid not.

Hmm! Ooh, Thomas!

Huh! Looks like all is well
in the inspector's world.

Mhm.

Oh! Sir, have you had a
chance to look at my book?

George, I may not be the most
qualified to judge a book of fiction.

Liked it that much, did you?

- Oh no, it's not that. It was fine, it was fine.
- Fine?

- Good.
- Good? Good!

That's good. Good to hear.

My pleasure, Detective.
Call on me anytime.

What can I do for you?

- I need the victim's belongings.
- Follow me.

Dr. Ogden is doing well?

Yes, Ms. Hart.

- I'm sure she's flourishing at her new job.
- Oh, indeed.

Please do tell her I miss
having her around here.

The victim's clothing, all the
personal effects I could gather.

Very good.

Where did you find this?

The inside pocket of his jacket.

Hmm.

It's an odd place to keep a lapel pin.

I contacted Dr. Talbot some months ago

when I was made aware she
was going to be in Canada.

Her reputation as a fierce fighter

for women's rights
made her an ideal person

to speak to our group.

How did you get in touch with her?

I initially contacted Emily Pankhurst,

who told me they had a falling out,

so I managed to contact her
through the hospital she worked at.

Which hospital?

St. Stephen's, in Central London.

I see.

Thank you. And I do hope to see on
your feet again soon, Ms. Martin.

You're not the only one.

Oh, my God!

_

Katherine?

- What happened?
- I don't know.

I was outside doing my callisthenics,
and I came back to this.

We'll talk to the hotel manager,
see if they saw anything.

- One day, they will finally kill me.
- Don't say that!

It will be for the best.

Every movement needs
a martyr, doesn't it?

- Perhaps you should cancel...
- I shall not be cancelling a thing!

If you wish to live your life
as a coward, that is your right.

I'm not a coward, but
I'm also not a fool!

Someone's already tried
to kill you, and now this?

And yet, look at me; I'm not dead,

nor are the things I believe in.

What I am left wondering is:

is it any good?

Would you like me to read it?

I'm not sure if that
would tell me anything.

- George.
- Effie.

- Could I have your book?
- Why?

- You know why.
- No!

No, I have to look it over.

George, if you fear failure
you have failed already.

Ms. Newsome. Moment
of your time, George?

Ah. I have to go.

Ruth and I would

very much like to have you for dinner.

- I'm terribly busy.
- Oh.

Perhaps another time, then...

Another time.

And it has been my
experience that female doctors

and surgeons are particularly adept

at certain elements of
fine surgical repair.

In fact, the only problem
with female surgeons

is that there are not enough of them.

And I'm left wondering,
how can we change that?

Ladies, this is a private meeting.

They are here at my invitation.

There is a simple way

to change the number of
women practicing surgery,

and that is to admit more
women into medical faculties.

Indeed!

And I appeal to your
good nature and judgement:

women should be allowed to vote,

they should be admitted
to medical colleges

- without prejudice...
- Dr. Talbot!

You were invited here
to speak about skills

and innovations in surgical techniques,

- not to...
- And I shall get to it in good time,

- but first you're going to listen to me.
- This is ridiculous!

Get out of my way!

You need to get out of here!

- I'll go as long as he goes as well.
- You're not going anywhere.

Gentlemen, please take your seats.

Sit down, everyone.

This is my friend, Dr. Julia Ogden.

As city coroner of Toronto,

she has solved hundreds of murder cases.

As a surgeon, she has performed
numerous life-saving operations

and it appears she is skilled
in the physical arts as well.

Is this someone who
should be denied the vote?

Someone tried to kill me in Toronto,

someone ransacked my room

and threatens my life
in your city, and why?

Because I am simply asking

for a basic human right.

Also, I contacted the hospital.

A chap by the name of Ramsey Taylor

has been missing for some time.

- And he worked with Dr. Talbot?
- For several years.

I wonder why he'd be trying to kill her.

I don't know that he was,
but he was up to something.

Oh, George...

I don't think you should let
me judge the worth of your book.

Let the buying public do that.

Thank you for coming. It's
a pleasure to meet you.

You too.

I'm not sure they were
expecting a lecture.

Shame is an effective weapon.

Well, as long as the
person you're shaming

- knows they're in the wrong.
- These are educated men.

You said yourself many men
think we're treated unfairly.

Yes, but is this the right place?

We're here at a medical convention.

My objective in speaking to these people

isn't simply to share
surgical techniques;

my objective is to prove to them

that it is to their benefit
to hire more female doctors.

By staging a sideshow?

A sideshow that seems to have worked.

You'll need to excuse me,

the dean of Queen's University
has asked for a word.

Hello!

You were in the lounge
of the Walford last night.

What of it?

Somewhat wanton behaviour.

But I won't tell, if you won't.

Tell whomever you please.

Katherine?

- Aaah!
- Ugh!

Somebody? Somebody!

Yah! Yah!

You broke into Dr.
Talbot's room this morning

- while she was out and...
- I wasn't even here.

My coach lost a wheel
halfway to Kingston.

We were delayed for hours.
Talk to the coachman,

- he'll tell you the same.
- You tried to assault me!

Prove that.

- I'm the one that's been attacked.
- You're here to cause trouble.

- What of it? It's my duty!
- Your duty?

To protect the natural order of things.

And most decent women,
they don't want the vote.

Well, then I'm not a decent woman.

You belong in the
home, and nowhere else.

You have no place in
the world of politics.

You never have, and you never will.

I want this man charged
with assault. He attacked me.

You need to learn where you belong.

_

That's George! He's here!

Oh, there he is! He's here!

Julia!

Wonderful news! The
dean from the university,

he has assured me they're
going to redouble their efforts

to admit more female
medical students next year.

- They are listening, Julia!
- That's good.

You don't seem pleased.

- No, I'm pleased.
- Then what is it?

Was I too forward?

- Did I upset your sensibilities?
- No.

My sensibilities are
troubled by other things.

And what are those?

I'm not sure I believe that
someone broke into your room.

- Nonsense!
- Is it?

Then why did the staff not
see you out on the lawn,

doing callisthenics?

You're checking up on me.

And there's no sign of
forced entry into this room.

Perhaps I didn't lock the door,

I'm not in the habit of doing so.

Even after you were
threatened last night?

The best response to
threats is to ignore them.

I suppose so.

Especially if the threats to
you are written in your own hand.

You staged this.

Will you hear me out?

Since the bombing in Toronto,

I have been flooded with
enquiries and invitations to speak.

It seemed the only way to get people
to listen is to cause a stir, so...

- I caused a stir.
- To what end?

The dean didn't offer
placements because of my words,

he offered them as an apology for this!

And you consider that acceptable?

No one's being hurt by
what I've done, Julia,

and many have been helped.

That's not exactly
true, is it, Dr. Talbot?

- William!
- Julia.

A man did lose his life.

- That was not my doing.
- Hmm.

What can you tell me about this?

What is it?

It's from the passenger
manifest from the Mauritania.

- What am I looking for?
- The name Ramsey Taylor,

about halfway down the page.

You should be able to
recognize the name; after all,

he sailed with you
all the way to Canada.

So did a lot of people.

William, what is this about?

Ramsey Taylor was a surgical assistant

that worked at the same
hospital that Dr. Talbot did.

- It's a coincidence.
- No.

You performed many,
many surgeries together.

He was very familiar to you. In fact,

you were close.

I'm an unmarried woman.

Despite that, I cannot be seen
travelling with a male companion.

Then why did you not identify
him? He tried to kill you!

That's not true, Julia.

Isn't that right, Doctor?

This is nonsense!

You were becoming less and
less relevant to the cause.

Mrs. Emily Pankhurst thought that
you were becoming a hindrance,

rather than a help.

You didn't like that.

- Just breathe. Just breathe.
- OK.

... denied our right to the vote.

You there! What are you doing there?

I don't believe you meant
for him to be killed.

However, the Orsini bomb,

as effective a weapon as it is...

it is unstable.

The slightest of jostling and...

I don't have to tell you
what you already know.

You think I built a bomb?

The first Orsini bomb
was built by Felice Orsini

and Zachary Taylor,

Ramsey Taylor's grandfather.

Katherine!

No one was to be hurt.

He told me it would be
detonated far from anyone.

- You killed a man!
- It was an accident.

We were doing it for the
cause. We were doing it so

women could see their
rightful place in history.

Every day at medical school,
I suffered humiliations.

I was jeered, my work was
sabotaged; I was spat at!

And I was never believed.

Instead, I was exaggerating or
blowing things out of proportion.

So I endured,

just as many others like me have.

- No one was listening to me anymore.
- And no one will listen to us now,

because of you.

I didn't know this would happen.

It was an accident.

It was an accident.

One that you are responsible for.

She didn't do much to help, did she?

I suppose not.

One step forward, two steps back.

Doesn't mean you stop stepping.

_

What if they don't like it?
What if they don't look at it?

- What if they lose it? What if they lose it?
- George.

I had Mabel at the office
type up another copy.

You needn't worry.

There is one thing I am truly sure of:

the world could use
more George Crabtree.

Promise to remember
me when you're famous.

Effie Something, right?

And I've left you some
potted pork in the icebox.

- Where are you going to be?
- With Verna.

She certainly seems insistent on
seeing me. I shouldn't be late.

Margaret, I need to have a word.

It can wait.

No, it can't. Sit down, please.

Margaret...

there's something I need
to tell you about Verna.

Oh, is she in trouble?

No, no, no, no. When you left,

we went to the opera together.

- Did you?
- After the event,

she accompanied me back to
the flat that I was staying in.

That hussy!

What happened?

- Well, not as much as you might imagine.
- Oh, I knew it!

I knew she was always after you, Thomas!

I worried about it every
day I wasn't with you.

- She was quite forward.
- Well, I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind.

Oh, that's not necessary, Margaret.

She'll probably just deny it
or tell some kind of a lie.

Oh, I wouldn't put it past her.

Although, I can't say
that I'm surprised.

Who wouldn't go after a man like you

if she knew you were available?

- I'll see you at home?
- I'll be there shortly.

Thomas...

I want to say that I'm proud of you.

Thank you for telling
me the truth about Verna.

I think we're gonna be all right.

"I do hope to be able to see you again,

and perhaps meet your family.

I trust you have told them about me."

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