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There were times I thought
this day would never come.

A hospital for women, run by women.

It's a dream come true.

Now we just need to make sure
the donations keep coming in.

Is that why you invited a
reporter on today's donor tour?

Yes. She's a friend, Miss Cherry.

But her paper has quite the readership.

I hope they have deep pockets.

It will cost a pretty penny
to keep these doors open.

Running a hospital is costly.

Dr. Forbes.

This is a surprise.

Oh, a pleasant one, I hope.

I'm keen to see your new facility.

You've certainly chosen a
convenient time to visit.

Do you mean because the city's
wealthiest philanthropists

will be here any minute?

Hmm. Yes. Lucky on my part, isn't it?

Oh. Speaking of which.

Mr. Warrington!

Ah. Dr. Forbes. Hello.

Lovely to see you.

Are you joining our little tour today?

Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Shall we?

Well, well, well.

Patients are often nervous
to come to hospital.

We wanted to ease those
nerves as much as possible

by creating a pleasing environment.

Not how I'd choose to
spend precious dollars.

And why is that?

As chief surgeon of Toronto Mercy,

what matters to me most is health.

Would you not agree
that the nervous system

is a part of a person's
health, Dr. Forbes?

Oh...

It hurts to breathe?

Pain.

How long have you been having this pain?

Uh... few week.

Uh, more bad...

He-he-here.

I see. Um...

Nurse Sullivan, please take, uh... ?

Pullia. Mrs. Alda Pullia.

Take Mrs. Pullia into triage.

Start her on supplemental oxygen

and have a chest X-ray taken, as well.

Thank you, Dottore.

Now, where were we?

Uh, supplemental oxygen?

Yes. It's a relatively new treatment.

And a revolutionary one.

I've been reading
Haldane's recent works.

Is Toronto Mercy making use of
supplemental oxygen, Dr. Forbes?

Well, we're considering...

I believe Women's College
Hospital is the only

local facility to put
oxygen therapy into practice.

Now, shall we continue on the tour?

Hmm.

Nurses assess patients
by asking questions

and taking vital signs.

This is how we decide on the
initial course of treatment.

How much does all of this cost?

Medicine is an expensive pursuit.

We will need ongoing funds
to continue operating.

This is an impressive set-up.

But... and forgive me for being blunt,

I doubt many women have the
constitution to practice medicine.

Uh, we had more applicants
than jobs to offer.

- Hmm.
- Do our nurses look like

they lack the constitution for the work?

Nurse Sanders!

Seems this young woman
has provided the answer.

This is not the time for
snide comments. Tillie!

Are you all right, Tillie?

Thank you.

I feel so silly.

There's nothing to feel silly about.

I hope I didn't make the
new hospital look bad.

I'm more concerned with
your health right now.

I think you should take
the rest of the day off.

No, I'm fine.

I have low blood pressure.

Sometimes makes me lightheaded,
but I feel better already.

Are you sure?

I am.

All right.

I suppose I should get back

to the tour before Dr. Forbes

convinces everyone
that we needn't exist.

Before you do,

I think there might be
something more at play.

What do you mean?

I noticed the smell of
ammonia earlier by the sink.

Nearly made me swoon.

Ammonia. Was it sewer gas?

There were men working
on the plumbing yesterday.

A toxic gas is the last
thing we need today.

Take the tour to the operating theatre.

I need to get to the bottom of this.

Big day today, sir.

Is that right?

- Doesn't Dr. Ogden's new hospital open today?
- Ah!

Indeed, it does.

Are you and the missus
going to celebrate?

We haven't discussed it.

Julia has been so busy,

I suspect celebrations are
the last thing on her mind.

You're right. I'm sorry, dear.

I'll take you out tonight.

Anywhere you want to go.

Right.

Trouble in newlywed paradise?

Honestly, who ever heard
of a four-month anniversary?

Do women expect celebrations
for every occasion under the sun?

Uh, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen,

I believe I have a lunch
reservation to make.

Well, the plumbers
say it's not sewer gas.

That's a relief.

Where have you been, Dr. Ogden?

Oh! Seeing to some paperwork.

But you've just come from the basement.

That's right.

Doesn't seem like a place
you'd see to paperwork.

Is there some sort of problem, Doctor?

Not at all.

Now, I'd like for you to meet
some of our patients. Shall we?

These curtains are designed
to give our patients

some privacy, even in a shared room.

Hello, Miss Mendez.

How's your leg feeling today?

Much better, thank you. But, uh...

Oh!

I think I'm allergic to the paste.

Oh, I understand.

It is awfully sour-smelling.

Hello, Nancy.

This is Mrs. Porter. She's been
a patient of mine for many years.

And she feels as though
she's been pregnant forever.

You're here to deliver your baby?

- Eventually.
- I've placed Mrs. Porter on strict bed rest.

- And why's that?
- She has pre-eclampsia.

It's a condition that
can be quite serious

for mother and the baby.

She needs to be monitored very closely.

What she needs is for this
kid to be born already.

Just another few weeks.

Still has a fever of 101 and
her nausea hasn't subsided.

I see. Well, continue with fluids

and give her another
dose of the ginger tonic.

Right away.

And here is our newest patient.

Nurse, wh-what is the
meaning of all this equipment?

It's doctor, and-and you are?

Pietro Pullia. I must
take my mother home.

Oh, well, I wouldn't advise that.

Why not? She's been making
do with these home remedies

- up until now, so...
- Be that as it may...

I'll have you home in no time.

Dr. Forbes?

What are you doing?

Simply giving Mrs. Porter the
calming tonic she clearly needs.

Well, I decide what
treatments my patients need,

thank you very much.

Come now, Dr. Ogden.

Two years ago we disagreed
on how to treat a patient

and you saw fit to
dismiss me from my job.

As was my right, as your supervisor.

Yes, but now you're in my hospital

where I am in charge.

- Please stay away from the patients.
- Is there a problem?

We...

Mr. Warrington?

- Mr. Warrington!
- Are you all right?

My head.

It's pounding.

Dr. Ogden, come quickly!

Go. I'll take care of this.

Did she collapse again?

I thought so at first,
but she's not breathing.

I can't find a pulse.

Still nothing.

- She's gone.
- Oh, dear God. Poor Tillie.

Mr. Warrington's has
just fallen ill as well.

- What happened? - I-I don't
know. He just collapsed!

Do you think the two
illnesses are related?

Well, it's plausible, but
wha-what could be the cause?

I've given ol' Warrington some tonic

and he's feeling... oh.

- Oh, dear.
- Dr. Forbes, please let me see that bottle.

Is now really the time, Dr. Ogden?

What exactly does this consist of?

Alcohol and laudanum, mostly.

Why are you so interested?

We've had our differences,

but you must know I take my oath
to do no harm very seriously.

- Well?
- It has no scent.

Which means it's not
responsible for the odour

I noticed after Tillie first fainted.

As much as I'd like a simple answer,

I find it hard to
believe that Dr. Forbes

would intentionally
make Mr. Warrington ill.

Julia, I...

goodness, has someone died?

Please, Louise, we just need a moment.

I only came to tell you that
two other people have fallen ill.

That's four people now.

And without another
explanation at hand...

I hate to even think it, but...

What's going on?

Spit it out.

Thank you all for your patience.

Given everything that has happened,

I am enacting a quarantine.

There may be an infectious
virus spreading in the hospital.

We are putting measures
into place to keep you safe,

including the masks being distributed...

As the most experienced
physician on the premises,

I think this is all a little bit much.

And why is that, Dr. Forbes?

- The nurse was...
- Her name was Tillie Sanders.

Miss Sanders was weak

and Warrington is elderly,

as were the other two.

- There's simply no need...
- This is not up for debate.

All but our staff will be
contained to individual rooms

and no one is permitted
to leave the hospital.

How long is this
quarantine going to last?

Until we are certain
it is safe to lift it.

This is absurd. I'm leaving.

Anyone who wants to, follow me.

You'll have no luck, Dr. Forbes!

Stop!

- Let me pass.
- I'm afraid not.

Return inside or face legal consequences

for breaking the Public Health Act.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

A constable is to
remain here at all times

to ensure no one tries
to cross this barricade.

I'd hoped a barricade
would prove unnecessary.

Thank you for coming
so quickly, William.

Happy to help.

Speaking of which, I
should probably come inside.

Absolutely not.

I won't have us both in danger.

We must consider Susannah.

You must consider your safety, as well.

I promise. I'm taking
every precaution necessary.

Now, I really must go.

I love you.

I will call again.

Now, hold there, gentlemen.

We need to get inside.

I'm afraid that's not
possible right now.

I don't know. Looks possible to me.

Hey!

Okay!

No need for violence.

What's going on in there?

The hospital is under
quarantine until further notice.

Is that so?

We'll see about that.

George...

Follow those two. Find out who they are

- and what they're up to.
- Sir?

They could be trouble.

And given all that's going on inside,

the last thing we need
is another problem.

Right.

So we'll need to watch
both ends of the building.

Thank you.

No one in or out.

I'm here at Dr. Ogden's request.

And I'm here at Detective
Murdoch's request.

- You want in, talk to him.
- Ah, Detective.

Miss Hart. It-it's all
right, Constable Tucker.

She's allowed to come inside.

I'm here to perform the
postmortem on the nurse who died.

Do be careful, Miss Hart, and
please ask Dr. Ogden to do the same.

Mm-hmm.

I'm afraid I don't know much more
than when we spoke on the telephone.

And now eight people are ill.

All with the same symptoms?

Headaches, nausea, lightheadedness?

We're also seeing spasms and apnea.

That's an unusual combination.

It excludes most obvious diagnoses,

especially when you
consider the rapid onset.

Could it be a new strain of influenza?

Possibly.

I'm hoping the postmortem
on Nurse Sanders

will tell us for certain.

I'll get right to it.

I need your help.

- Is it the patients?
- No, everyone is stable.

It's Dr. Forbes.

- He keeps trying to treat patients.
- Oh...

- Dr. Forbes, have I not made things clear enough... ?
- Now, now Dr. Ogden!

Stop!

Not only are you treating
patients whose histories

you know nothing about,

you're doing it without any protection!

Masks scare patients. And
besides, they're so uncomfortable.

Oh, dear...

- This is not...
- Be that as it may...

... another cholera epidemic, okay? I...

I... ah!

Ah!

My head!

Ah!

Oh! Oh, oh!

- I must've caught this bloody virus.
- Yes, evidently so.

Come, sit down.

We will put you in a bed and
keep you under observation.

But first, I'm going to need

a list of everyone
you've crossed paths with.

Let's hope your case is not as
serious as Nurse Sanders' was.

I'll get you some water.

I can't give you that information.

But if my article is
going to be accurate, I...

Julia! Thank goodness.

I have so many questions.

As do I. Namely, what are
you doing out of your room?

My job, of course.

Have you diagnosed the
mysterious illness yet?

As soon as we have
information to share, we will.

Well, perhaps I could stay as
some sort of fly on the wall?

Louise, this is a medical emergency,

not fodder for your newspaper!

Now, how are our patients?

Stable, though Mr. Warrington
is still having periods of apnea.

Increase his supplemental oxygen

and have Nurse Billing stay by his side.

Given his age, I don't
want to take any chances.

Of course. Have there been
any other reports of illness?

Just Dr. Forbes.

Forbes? Huh. I can't say I'm surprised.

Perhaps now he'll keep to his room.

Yes, I think we can be certain of that.

Uh, Miss Hart. Have you
finished the postmortem?

I have. There's no indication
of an infectious disease.

How odd.

Were you able to
determine cause of death?

No, although the muscles
of her heart were very weak.

It could explain why
she succumbed so quickly.

Except that we're no
closer to discovering

what this illness is
and where it originated.

I did make a list of all the people

Tillie came into contact with before...

Before she died, like you asked.

Yes. I asked Dr. Forbes to do the same.

Perhaps, taken together,

they may help us to get
to the bottom of things.

Sir!

Have you heard from Dr. Ogden?

Not as yet, I'm afraid.

I assume your celebratory lunch is off.

Well, that's the least of
my concerns at this moment.

You know, sir, I didn't
consider until today

just how being a doctor is
much like being a detective.

- How so?
- Well, it seems to me that Dr. Ogden

has a-a medicinal mystery on her hands.

And what of our mystery?

- The two men from earlier.
- Oh, sir, yes.

I followed them to a bar,

a rather rough-and-tumble
spot on Dundas and George.

Given the neighbourhood,
I assumed Station House One

might have some information on them.

- It appears as though they did.
- They did indeed, sir.

The long and short of it

is that they're members of a new gang,

the Seaton Syndicate.

This chap is their rumoured leader.

This man, George?

This is Fabrizio Pullia. He's
a member of the Black Hand.

The Black Hand, sir. Are you sure?

Well, yes. We crossed paths
last year when I was poisoned.

Could the two groups be linked somehow?

Whether or not that's the case, George,

this man is very dangerous.

So, why would a gang leader

want so badly to get into a hospital?

I don't know, George.

But if those men return,

we need to be ready.

This doesn't make sense.

Mrs. Pullia doesn't
share any of the symptoms

with those who are ill.

Perhaps she's an asymptomatic
carrier, like Typhoid Mary.

She could've been infecting people
across the city without knowing.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Let's perform a blood
analysis to confirm.

Hello?

Julia, I'm glad I reached you.

Is everything all right in there?

Ah, I wouldn't go that far.

But I believe we've identified
the source of the illness.

Oh. Very good.

Yes. Now we just need to discover

what illness Mrs. Pullia has.

Did you say Pullia?

Yes, that's right.

What's wrong?

Uh...

Julia, y-your patient may be the reason

for some tension out
here at the barricade.

How so?

Men working for Fabrizio Pullia,

an organized crime boss, wanted in.

Perhaps your patient is his wife?

Well, more likely his
mother. She's quite elderly.

What's odd is her other son, Pietro?

He's been quite keen to
get her out of the hospital.

Julia, Pietro is also part of the gang.

I need to come inside to
get to the bottom of this.

No, William. He's shown
no sign of being dangerous.

Unless you have hard
evidence suggesting otherwise,

nothing has changed.

You are a stubborn woman, Julia.

Especially when protecting those I love.

All right.

But telephone me the
moment you so much as get

a bad feeling from this Pietro Pullia.

I will.

Okay, come on, Mama.
Just a sip. Just a sip!

Come on. Just one little sip.

We need to keep the hood closed.

Oh, but she needs to drink.
This is her favourite tea.

Mr. Pullia, not now!

And you really ought to have
a mask on for your own safety.

Ah, I've just been here with my mother

since this quarantine began.

And you don't feel sick?

No. Why?

We believe that your mother
is the source of the illness

that is befalling people.

That's not possible.

It is unusual, considering

that she doesn't have
any of the same symptoms.

We're going to draw some
blood to confirm our theory.

What is that smell? It's
like ammonia or something.

It's just like when Tillie fainted.

My head. My throat. It's
burning all of a sudden.

The odour is coming from her blood.

It's not a virus making people sick,

it's Mrs. Pullia herself!

First we're locked in, and
now we're being pushed out.

Thank you all for your patience.

I know this isn't how you
expected the tour to go.

Dr. Ogden has a gift for understatement.

Well, despite the inconvenience,

you all have seen how
prepared the hospital is

to handle an emergency.

The unfounded fear of one, at least.

Shall we leave while we can?

Actually, Dr. Forbes, I'd prefer
you stayed under observation.

Hmm. I think not, Dr. Ogden.

Well, thank you all for coming.

I hope we can count on
your continuing s-support.

What a disaster.

Not necessarily.

Miss Cherry. Why do you say that?

Because I'm still here reporting.

Your toxic patient is an even
juicier story than the quarantine.

Louise, it is very
dangerous for you to be here.

- You could be exposed.
- I'm willing to risk it.

- Well, I-I'm not...
- Julia, may I be frank?

When are you not?

After today, my
reporting on your patient

is the only positive news
the public will receive

about the Women's Hospital.

Assuming you can successfully
treat her, that is.

I don't see how my mother's blood

is responsible for all this.

A variety of bacteria, fungi,

and even viruses can poison blood.

What's uncommon... Unheard of, in fact,

is vapours from that blood
making other people ill.

Must have something
to do with this place,

'cause hospitals are
always making people sick.

Yes, we are trying to make her well,

but to do that, we need your help.

What kind of help?

Your mother came in complaining of pain

when she breathed. Had anything
else been bothering her?

I don't know.

Does she take any medicines?

I'm not sure.

Well, you mentioned
home remedies earlier?

Did I?

Yes. In fact, you tried to
give her some sort of tea.

Oh, no. That was nothing. It's nothing.

William.

I know we'd agreed that
I would remain outside,

but given that you've
lifted the quarantine...

It's fine.

Truthfully, I'm amazed
you waited this long.

Actually, you have good timing.

I think that Pietro Pullia

may be giving something to
his mother to make her ill.

Oh?

Well, if that's the case,

then perhaps Fabrizio's men

wanted inside the hospital to stop him.

He has this bag, apparently
full of home remedies.

I'd love to get a look inside of it.

Given his association
with the Seaton Syndicate,

we'd be wise not to tip
him off to our intentions.

Agreed.

Do you have any idea how?

As a matter of fact, I believe I do.

Excuse me.

I was told the quarantine was over.

But people still aren't allowed inside.

Look, I need in there.

- It's important, you understand?
- Can't help you.

I'm going to find a way

in there with or without your help.

I'd prefer with your help.

Think he's tempted, boss.

I'm gonna tempt you if
you don't shut it, idiota.

Would have saved me time if
you would've thought of this.

Just go ahead, take it.

Take it, take it.

Unmanned side entrance.

Door's locked, but I have a feeling

- you could find a way around that.
- Ah, good man.

And just so's you know,

there's a lot more where that came from

for a cop who can give
me a hand if I need it.

Excuse me, Mr. Pullia. Would
you come with me a moment?

I need to take your blood to make sure

you don't have the same
toxicity as your mother.

Can't we just do that here?

I'm afraid not. It won't take long.

Very well.

Is this a police case now?

Miss Cherry. Now is not a good time.

Mm. Typical police response
to a question from the press.

That's not... never mind.

That's fine. I'm used to it.

I'll just take the opportunity
to gather evidence of my own.

The blood!

I sincerely hope you haven't...

Is that vial cracked?!

Help!

Help! We need help here!

This is the most serious
reaction we've seen since Tillie.

The effect was immediate,

the moment the blood reached the air.

Louise, what happened?

A vial of Mrs. Pullia's blood shattered.

A vial...

I took all the vials to the
laboratory to be analyzed.

It was me.

- What?
- I...

I took the blood from the lab for...

To be tested for my-my story.

Louise.

Will she be all right?

I don't know. But she needs oxygen.

Take Pietro's remedies to Miss Hart.

We need to find out what is
making Mrs. Pullia's blood toxic.

It may be the only way to help Louise.

As I thought. Magnesium hydroxide,

a simple antacid.

The leaves have serrated edges.

Nettles, perhaps?

Taste it to be sure.

You can't be serious.

It's the fastest way to confirm.

Oil of oregano.

Non-toxic.

Nettles it is.

I feel like we're searching
for a needle in a haystack.

And the only way to find one
is to scrutinize every stalk.

The oxygen isn't helping.

Her heart is racing.

And her capillary
refill isn't improving.

I hate to think this is what
Nurse Sanders went through.

As do I.

But we have a chance to help Louise

the way we couldn't help Tillie.

Severe swelling in her larynx.

She needs to be intubated.

Oh!

- How strange.
- What's strange?

This.

Some of it spilled on my hand and a...

Garlic taste appeared on my tongue.

See for yourself.

Oh, that is strange.

Yet familiar.

How on earth is that familiar to you?

I spent some time logging,

and I recall coming
across a chemical solvent

with similar properties.

Di...

Here it is: Dimethyl sulfoxide.

It's a chemical byproduct
in the production of paper.

Who would use such a
thing as a home remedy?

Dr. Ogden.

- How's Louise?
- She's stable, but very ill.

Any luck isolating the toxin?

We've found an unusual substance
in Pietro's home remedies.

Dimethyl sulfoxide.

I've never heard of it.

Perhaps because it
isn't used in medicine.

It's a chemical solvent.

So Pietro is poisoning his mother?

Possibly, but according to this,

it would take a significant
amount to be toxic, so...

Well, there's no telling how
long Mrs. Pullia's been using it.

I believe it's time we have
another chat with Pietro Pullia.

All right, Tucker. I'll
take over from here.

Perfect timing.

I'm taking Alice to Chez Ranier

to make up for missing
our four-month anniversary.

Chez Ranier? On your salary?

Good with money.

Hurry up, before I hit you
over the head with that thing.

Sorry, boss.

Poison my mother?

- No, I would never.
- Then how do you explain us finding

a potentially deadly chemical
in your bag of home remedies?

What are you talking about?

- This. Does it jog your memory?
- That's just pain cream.

That's dimethyl sulfoxide.

Well, whatever it's
called, it's not poison.

My father, rest his soul, he
swore by it for aches and pains.

And you've been using
this on your mother?

- For stomach aches, yes.
- Stomach aches?

She didn't mention that,
just trouble breathing.

Wh-what is it? What do you feel?

There's a large mass.

It mustn't have been
visible on the X-ray.

Why on earth didn't you
bring her here earlier?

My brother wouldn't let me.

He has a terrible
temper and I was worried

what he would do if I didn't listen.

We're about to find out.

Get away from my mother.

Now.

I said get away from my mother.

Mr. Pullia, put down the
weapon and let her go.

Detective,

figured you were dead
after our last run-in.

I suppose I'm a difficult man to kill.

Shame not everyone's so lucky.

- Oh, please. Please.
- Relax. Relax.

Now, nobody's going to get hurt

as long as I can take
my mother out of here.

- I don't think we should, Fab.
- Shut up!

Should never have brought
her here in the first place.

The doctor's found
something in Mama's stomach.

Also, something in her blood
is making other people very ill.

I don't give a damn
about that, but wh-what...

What does he mean, you found
something in her stomach?

It's some kind of growth.
I couldn't say what.

A growth?

Well, you gotta take it out.

Now.

What makes you think we intend to
do anything you ask, Mr. Pullia?

This.

Operating on your mother is not safe.

Not for me, not for
her. She is very ill.

I'm not asking.

I'm telling.

You're certain this protective
equipment will keep you safe?

Yes. The blood fumes will
not be able to penetrate.

Let's get on with it already.

We'll be able to begin when
you've both stepped out.

I don't think so, sweetheart.

The moment she makes an incision,

the room will be filled with toxic gas.

I got a mask. I'll be fine.

I'm not leaving her
alone with my mother.

And I'm not leaving
you alone with my wife.

William, you must.

It's imperative that you find out

what is making Mrs.
Pullia's blood toxic.

Miss Hart is already underway.

She needs your help, William.

- If you so much...
- Like I said,

no one's getting hurt

as long as I walk out of
this place with my mother.

Now go.

Sir, McNabb relayed your message.

I heard Louise Cherry has fallen ill.

Seriously so.

Uh, George, a great deal has
occurred since we last spoke.

I'd say. What can I do?

Right. The moment Dr. Ogden
has finished operating,

you are to disarm Fabrizio Pullia

and take him into custody.

Sir, are you saying Fabrizio Pullia

is with Dr. Ogden in the operating room

- and he's armed?
- Unfortunately, I am.

Yes. I would prefer to remain
here and arrest him myself,

but Miss Hart needs my assistance.

- I'll see to it, sir. Best of luck.
- Be careful.

My hand would be much steadier
if you'd lower that gun.

You had to have known
your mother was ill.

Why were you so against
seeking treatment?

That's none of your business.

Pietro...

Pietro told me about your
father's work injuries.

Did something happen?

He died, that's what happened.

Went into a hospital one
day, and never came out.

- I was eleven.
- Oh, no...

I don't need your pity,
Doc. Just fix my mother.

I don't think that's possible.

Have I not been clear?

The mass is pressing
against your mother's lungs.

That's why she was
having trouble breathing.

I don't think there's a way
to safely excise the tumour.

Try.

According to a friend
who works in the north,

dimethyl sulfoxide is sometimes used

by millworkers to relieve inflammation.

Pietro was telling the truth.

Is it possible the dimethyl sulfoxide

is interacting with
another of the home remedies

to make Mrs. Pullia's blood toxic?

It's certainly worth checking.

Well?

It's as I suspected.
There's nothing I can do.

You can try again.

What I can do is make your mother
comfortable in her last days.

Last days?

You mean... ?

She won't live much longer.

But if I stop this surgery now,

there'll be time for
you and your brother

to say a proper goodbye.

We must be missing something.

Could the supplemental oxygen

be related to Mrs.
Pullia's blood toxicity?

According to her chart,

it's the only treatment she's had.

I suppose it's possible.

Julia, thank goodness you're all right.

Fabrizio Pullia was taken
into custody without incident?

No, but George has confiscated his gun.

I was very clear with him!

So I gather, but I've
promised Mr. Pullia

that he can sit with his
mother until she passes.

You couldn't remove the tumour?

It was left untreated for far too long.

But the surgery wasn't fruitless.

I found something that may be helpful.

Take a look.

Do you see the crystals?

They formed in Mrs.
Pullia's blood as it cooled.

It's a basic structure...

Asymmetrical.

I-I believe it's dimethyl sulfone.

What would that mean?

Miss Hart posited that
the supplemental oxygen

combined with the dimethyl sulfoxide

in her blood to create
an entirely new substance.

But an excess of dimethyl sulfone

wouldn't explain the toxicity.

No, i-it wouldn't, but
what if the dimethyl sulfone

was broken down to its constituent parts

by some sort of catabolic event?

You would have two ethane molecules,

an oxygen molecule
and a sulphur molecule.

Plus extra oxygen molecules

because of that which
she had been receiving.

But none of those elements
would cause toxicity, either.

No, not on their own,

but if an anabolic
reaction were to occur.

A new compound would be formed.

An anabolic reaction
could be caused by anything

as simple as a change in temperature.

Yes.

And if that's the case,

then Mrs. Pullia could have been left

with this in her blood.

That's dimethyl sulfate.

A highly toxic gas.

One that could cause
every single symptom

we've seen here today.

If we're right, what does this
mean for your friend, Miss Cherry?

It means if we begin
treatment right away,

we may be able to save her life.

You ought to be resting, you know.

That's what the nurses keep telling me.

I need to get the details down
while it's still fresh in mind.

What details? You were unconscious!

I thought I was going to die.

It was so stupid of me to
take that vial of blood.

It was, very.

But thankfully, once
we identified the toxin,

we were able to start
treatment right away.

You'll be able to go home in a few days.

Thank you, Julia.

If you really want to thank me,

you could make explicit how
it was Women's College Hospital

that brought you back from the brink.

Well, that depends entirely on
if I get something decent to eat.

I'm absolutely famished.

I'll see what I can do.

Arrivederci, Mamma.

What are you doing here?

My job.

You're arresting me? I'm grieving.

And I'm sorry for your loss.

But it doesn't change the fact

that you took people
at a hospital hostage.

I'm glad she's recovering,

but that friend of
yours is driving me mad.

Oh, she does tend to have
that effect on people.

Still, we need her
article to be positive.

Mmm. Especially since
Dr. Forbes is no doubt

- spreading malicious gossip.
- Let him try.

I won't hear a word
against your facility.

Mr. Warrington, it's good to see you up.

- You feeling better?
- Much.

- I've just been discharged.
- Oh!

I'm being discharged today, too.

Your leg must be feeling very well.

Oh, thanks to Dr. Ogden.

Isn't it wonderful
to have a lady doctor?

It is that.

I have to say, uh,

it wasn't exactly the kind
of tour that I expected,

but I am very impressed
with you and your staff.

Token of my appreciation.

Oh, thank you.

I assure you, this
will be put to good use.

Oh, I've no doubt about that.

But I do wonder what challenge
you plan to take on next.

Oh, well, I think running a
hospital is challenge enough.

For the time being, perhaps, but, uh...

You ought not to keep your gifts
from the wider world, Dr. Ogden.

Well, aren't you going to open it?

Oh!

With money like this, we
could build a new wing.

Perhaps a cardiac unit in
memory of Nurse Sanders?

I like the sound of that.

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