All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S16E05 1080p WEBRip x264-BAE (1)_track3_[eng]

(theme music)

(♪)

(julia): What about here?

- Perhaps a spot with
more shade?

- Ah. A little bit of sun
is good for the body.

At least for the soul.

- What if susannah gets
too warm?

- Well, then we'll move her!

This is a perfect spot.

- Wherever is he?

- I want to put my eyes
on that machine of his.

- The infamous falcon.

- Well, that blasted thing
has taken him so long,

It better have wings.
- If you want wings,

Go play with
aubrey welford-crossley

And his flying machine.

- Ah! Deedee.

Deedee, where's your husband?

We want to see
this motorcycle already.

- Patience, gentlemen.
The falcon will be worth
the wait.

(engine revving)
- wowee! What did I tell you?

- Let's go!
Let's go see what it can do!

(♪)

(murdoch): Ooh.

I received a letter
from harry this morning.

- Oh? And how is he faring
at boarding school?

- Quite well.
According to him.

The accompanying letter
from his mother

Says that he was almost expelled

For sneaking out to see girls.

- Ah!

A lothario like his father.

(chuckles)

Did we forget the melon?

- No, no! It's right here
in the ice box.

(engine revving
in the distance)

Ah!

(crashing, screaming)

- What on earth was that?

(sighs)

(revving)

(intriguing music)

- Where did he go?

- I haven't the foggiest.

Look.

(deedee): Ellsworth?

Ellie?

(♪)

No.

(sobbing)
it can't be.

(julia): Dear god.

(wind whistling)

He's dead.

- Oh!

He must have gone
straight off the cliff!

(sighs)

- Well, it's sooner
than I would have hoped,

But susannah was bound to see
a dead body eventually.

(♪)

(wind whistling)

Well, mrs. Hart will have
her work cut out for her.

- Significant injuries
to the body.

- Yes. It's almost as if
he fell off a cliff.

- His motorcycle's
in a shambles.

- It's a horrific accident.
I wonder what happened?

(murdoch): I suppose we'll have
to chat with his compatriots.

- Ellsworth drummond.
The man was a legend.

(indistinct chatter)
- in what sense?

- In every sense.

He locked himself in
his garage

Building that motorcycle
these last two years.

- A recluse and a genius.

- How did you know him?

- We know his wife.

She's a member
of our motoring club.

(coulter): We tour about
on our motorcycles.

- Where do you go?

- We don't go anywhere per se.
We just go.

(fink): For fun.

- Today, mind you,
was a special occasion.

Deedee called us round
to see the falcon.

- Falcon?

- The motorcycle
her husband's been working on.

- It was finally ready
for its first demonstration run.

- Alas, ready it was not.

(sobbing)
- I'm sorry.

(intriguing music)

(sobbing)
(fink): Deedee...

I'm so sorry.

(deedee): Thank you.
- His wife's overcome.

- Her husband rode
his motorcycle off of a cliff.

There were no signs
of braking or swerving.

- You think he did it
intentionally?

(sighs)

- It's certainly a unique way
to take one's life.

Did she say anything
that would indicate

He intended to do
something like this?

(julia): Not at all.

It was his great unveiling.

The best day of his life,
she said.

(fink): If there's anything
that we can do...

Just let us know.

(city hubbub)

(brackenreid): So, he rode off
the side of a cliff?

Yes.

And I need to determine
if it was rider error,

Or a failing
of the motorcycle itself.

- Like the brakes not working?

- Or being tampered with.

- Bloody nuisance, these.

Too loud, even with
these new exhaust mufflers.

- I don't know, inspector.
I like them.

They're rather fast.

- Oh, no.

- What?

- Julia, you aren't thinking
of riding a motorcycle?

- Not very ladylike, doctor.

- Are you two telling me
what to do?

- Damn right we are!

- N...No. No!

No, it's just
they are very dangerous;

Our current case
proves that.

- Well, yes, if you ride them
off a cliff!

- So, what about the brakes?

- Unfortunately,
the damage is significant

And there are mechanisms
that I am not familiar with.

- Well, by all accounts,
it's a revolutionary design.

- Which I need to learn
more about.

(deedee): My husband had been
working on the falcon for years.

It was perfect,
he was sure of it.

- Who besides mr. Drummond
knew of the falcon's designs?

- Well, there was
an article about it

In popular mechanics.

- Oh! What did the article say?

- It was only a photograph
and an announcement.

Ellsworth wouldn't let
the writer

So much as lay eyes
on the falcon.

He was so careful about
his designs being stolen.

- Mm. Well, surely
he trusted you with his secrets.

- Ah, he trusted me, yes.

But I'm hardly
a motorcycle builder.

I know nothing
about the falcon's designs.

His motorcycle
was everything to him.

It was his whole world
and now...

- Yes, I'm terribly
sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- With your permission,

I would like to have
a look in his workshop.

- Of course.

What are you hoping to find?

- Parts, drawings.

Anything that will help me
understand

How the motorcycle worked

In the hopes of understanding
what may have gone wrong.

When did this happen,
mrs. Drummond?

(♪)

- Ah, I haven't the slightest.

- This blood appears
to be fresh.

It seems as though
someone has broken in.

(artie): We should have called
before we came.

- And have him duck us again?
- It's only polite.

- Oh, artie, you're such a bore.

You there.
Are you ellsworth drummond?

- I am not.

- You see?
This is why we don't call.

The man tries to duck us again.

Now, look here, drummond--
- billy, look at this!

An injection line
behind the intake.

(sighs)

- Mamma mia!

You're a clever sort,
aren't you, drummond?

But who cares about this,
anyway? Where's the falcon?

- Gentlemen, I... I truly am not
mr. Drummond.

This morning,
both he and the falcon

Met their unfortunate end
at the bottom of a cliff.

- He rode it off a cliff?

Oh dear.

- Motorcycle man riding
his own motorcycle off a cliff?

We'd be lucky to die
so poetically.

- Did the two of you know
mr. Drummond?

- Uh, only by reputation.

- And quite the reputation
it was.

We travelled all the way
from wisconsin just to meet
the feller.

Anyhow, if you're not drummond,
then who are you?

- Detective william murdoch,
toronto constabulary.

And you?

- Arthur davidson.

- William s. Harley.

- Mr. Davidson.
Mr. Harley.

Harley-davidson.

"the silent gray fellow,"
fellows.

- That's right! The quietest
bike on the road.

(murdoch): "bike."

Oh! That's an amusing way
to refer to a motorcycle.

(chuckles)
bike.

- Sure thing.

Anyhow,
dead old drummond here

Supposedly was running his
falcon up to 75 miles per hour

And we want to figure out
how in the heck he did it.

- We can't seem
to crack 60 on our v-twin.

- And anything bigger's
too expensive, or too bulky.

So, where is it?

We sure would like a gander.

- I may be able to arrange that.

(excited chuckles)

(city hubbub)

(♪)

- Oh! Why, it's beautiful.
- It's a mess.

- I need your help.

I need to determine exactly
what happened

When mr. Drummond and the falcon
went off of that cliff.

- What do you need from us?

- Well, I don't know
enough about

A motorcycle's inner workings
to put it back together

And discern what might have
transpired.

- You need a... A doctor to do
an autopsy on the motorcycle?

- Precisely.

Now, my first suspicion,
of course, is the brakes,

But whether they failed
outright,

Or were tampered with...

- How dastardly.
- Say no more, detective.

We're the men for the job.

- Henry! I need you
to sort through these papers.

- What are they?

- Well, some, presumably,

Are... Are plans and designs for
a motorcycle called the falcon.

And the others are, well,

Meaningless scribblings
and doodles.

- So you want me to look
for the designs?

- Yes. I need you to sort them
into piles:

Pertinent and non-pertinent.

Ah, pertinent being any,
uh, schematics

And... And motorcycle-related
drawings and such.

And non-pertinent,
everything else.

- All right.

Oh! Sir, I got a postcard
from george.

They're in london.

- Oh! He must be enjoying
that tremendously, as is effie.

Does he say where
they're off to next?

- Uh...

Oh! They're going
to 'broo-gess.'

- What?

- Bruges.
- Bruges.

- What's bruges?
- Bloody hell, higgins!

For once in your life
look at a map.

It's in--
- belgium.

- You don't pay me enough
to travel, sir.

- You're not missing much.

I wouldn't be seen dead
in bloody belgium.

Murdoch, my office.

- Sir.

- Murdoch, this is mr--
- van der wyck.

Reginald van der wyck.

I'm here about the death of
ellsworth drummond.

I came as soon as I heard.

- What did you hear?

- Well, I telephoned drummond
to see how he fared

After his morning test run.

His wife answered
and told me the dire news.

- What's your interest?
- He's the dead man's partner.

- Yes, I look after
the financials of our endeavour.

As you can understand,
I'm beyond dismayed.

I was set to make a mint
once the falcon was ready.

- Is that so?

- A mass production motorcycle
that can hit

75 miles an hour
on a standard v-twin?

Our competition
would have been ruined.

Now I must start again.

That's why I'm here.

I understand you have
the designs

And the falcon itself.

- The motorcycle is
being examined as we speak.

After all, it is evidence.

- Why is it being considered
evidence?

You don't suspect foul play,
do you?

- Experts are examining
the machine presently

To determine just that.

- Experts? What experts?

- A mr. Davidson and
a mr. Harley.

Uh, motorcycle builders.
- Motorcycle builders? No, no.

You must put a stop to this
at once.

- Our investigation requires--

- Your investigation does not
encompass rival engineers

Examining patented designs.

I will have my property returned
to me forthwith,

Or I will see to it that my
lawyers sue this station house--

- Mr. Van der wyck, have a seat!

We will ensure that only
members of my station house

Are looking at your motorcycle.
Isn't that right, murdoch?

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

You don't have any scotch,
do you?

- Excellent idea.

- Gentlemen, I'm afraid--

- Ah, detective, there you are.

Now, look here, the brakes.

Not a thing wrong with them.

Except they've been
smashed to pieces along
with everything else.

- No sign of tampering?
- Not at all.

- But there is something else.

The accelerator.
It's a simple design,

But there's a... A rather
ingenious little latch

Freshly welded on here.

- What does it do?

- Well, so far as I can tell,

If the throttle were to reach
a certain point, it would catch,

Bypassing the braking system
and... And locking
the accelerator.

- Locking the accelerator
wide open.

- That's right.

- So the rider would not be able
to slow down at all?

- It would keep him riding
at full speed, until, uh...

- Until he went flying over
a dang cliff.

Mamma mia.

- We...

This latch,
is it something simple?

- Well, the... The latch itself
is simple,

But to install
something like this

Would require an intimate
knowledge of, uh,

Motorcycle mechanics.

- Hm.
- So whoever did this

Knew a lot about motorcycles.

Thank you, gentlemen.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh! Gentlemen,
I'm afraid I must ask you

To stop inspecting the falcon
at once.

- Wh--

(city hubbub)

(brackenreid): You think whoever
meddled with the accelerator

Is one of this lot.

(murdoch): Whoever it was
had a detailed knowledge

Of motorcycle mechanisms.

From what I understand,

That's a very small community
here in toronto.

I still can't believe
he didn't so much as swerve.

- Maybe he was going so fast
he lost control?

(julia): And do you two
ride together?

- Julia?

- William!
What are you doing here?

- Well, we're...

What are you doing here?

Oh! Well, I'm considering buying
a motorcycle.

- Are you sure that's wise?

- Oh, william, come on.
It's just a bit of fun.

Did you know
that mr. Coulter here

Is the fastest man in canada?

- Is that so?

- I happen to hold
the current record, yes.

- Ah, the falcon smashed
your record

In its first test run.

- Unofficial!

- Not for long.

(coulter): No one even saw
that test run!

- It's only
a matter of time until

You're completely forgotten,
coulter.

- Oi! Sit down, jock.

- Mr. Coulter, is it?

Am I to understand that had
the falcon not met its end,

You might have lost
your national speed record?

- We'll never know.
- 'course he would have.

- Mr. Coulter, would you please
remove your glove?

- What's going on, william?

- Someone broke into
mr. Drummond's garage

And they cut themselves
on some broken glass.

That someone likely
sabotaged the motorcycle,

Which led to his death.

- Sabotage?

You can't think I had anything
to do with...

- Please remove your glove.

- You're coming with us,
sunshine.

- I'll see you at dinner.

- Yes.

(♪)

- I broke in, yes.

I cut my hand, yes.

But I didn't kill him.

- He was going to break
your speed record.

- Supposedly.

- That's why you broke in;
to sabotage the falcon.

- I put sand in his gas tank,
yes.

- What? Why?

- To clog the intake.

You wouldn't even be able
to start the thing.

- You wanted to sabotage
the prototype

To preserve your speed record.

- I'm not proud of it.

I don't have a wife.

I don't have kids.

I don't even have a job.

But I am the fastest man
in canada.

That's what I am!

- You're making our case for us.

- So, why didn't it work?

Putting sand in the tank.

By all accounts, the motorcycle
was running in top form

Prior to the accident.

- Well, he must have heard me
break the glass.

I heard him coming towards
the workshop and ran off.

I imagine he flushed
the engine.

- Or...

Putting sand in the tank
wasn't the only thing you did
to the falcon.

- Meaning what?

- Meaning you could also
have installed the latch
on the accelerator,

Which would have been
just as effective

In ending
his demonstration run.

- Well, I suppose I could have!

But I didn't!

I would go to great lengths
to keep my record,

But I wouldn't kill a man.

(♪)

(brackenreid):
Do you believe him?

- Not particularly. But
until we have more evidence,

It's impossible to...

Gentlemen?

(brackenreid): Who are you two?

- Oh! Uh, william s. Harley and
arthur davidson, sir.

Motorcycle builders.

- And what are you doing
in my station house?

- Sir, these are the two young
men who helped to identify

What had been done
to the falcon's accelerator.

They appear to be going through
mr. Drummond's papers.

- Uh, we just wanted
to have a look.

- You can't blame us
for trying.

- When it comes to motorcycles,
we really are bad boys,

Detective.
- Wild ones, they call us.

- Well, now you've had
a good shufti, off you trot.

- Yeah.

- Higgins, what are you
doing leaving these papers
lying around?

- The detective told me
to sort through them.

- And this is your sorting,
is it?

- Uh, yes. I'm finished.

Uh, you're the one
who told me to get a map.

(murdoch): Henry!

You've sorted this
into three piles.

- Yes, sir. Pertinent,
non-pertinent

And very non-pertinent.

- What's very non-pertinent?

- Duplicates. There's a dozen
copies of the same letter, sir.

- What's in the letter?
- I don't know.

I was looking for designs
and schematics, not reading.

- Oh.

Oh! This is very good, henry!

- Oh!

(♪)

- It's a letter from a lawyer

Accusing your husband
of stealing the designs

Of the falcon from
another motorcycle manufacturer.

- Well, that's ridiculous.

What manufacturer?

- The attorney does not disclose
the identity of his client.

However, he does demand
that your husband cease all work

On the falcon
effective immediately.

- This is the first
I've heard of it.

You should speak to his partner,
mr. Van der wyck.

- Yes, I've seen it.

It's poppycock.

- You claim the designs
for the falcon were original?

- Of course.

Drummond spent years
building that machine.

It's an incredible achievement.

It was set to revolutionize
the market.

Whoever's behind this
is simply jealous and afraid.

- So, you were aware of
the allegations.

- Yes. I responded to
the first letter.

- What was your response?

- Poppycock.

All subsequent letters
were ignored.

It was harassment,
plain and simple.

- Harassment by whom?

- By esterhalt, of course.

- Who?

- Bertram esterhalt.

Drummond's partner
from years ago.

Drummond strived for perfection,

But esterhalt
liked to cut corners.

The two of them
had a falling out.

He was left behind.

- I never sent no letter.

(murdoch): Then who did?
- How should I know?

- Where were you
at 9:00 a.M. This morning?

- At home sleeping.

- Can anyone confirm this?

- I'm a bachelor.
What's all this about, anyway?

The fool rode himself
off a cliff, didn't he?

- We have reason to believe
someone tampered

With his motorcycle.

Whoever it was
had detailed knowledge

Of its inner workings.

- I haven't touched
a motorcycle in two years.

Hadn't heard from drummond
in that time, either,

'til last night.

- You spoke to him last night?

- He phoned me to crow
about the falcon being ready.

You know,
his dream was made real.

He even invited me to come see
the demonstration run.

I never should've had that
telephone put in.

It is nothing but a nuisance.

- Did you attend
the demonstration?

- No!

Old ellie just wanted
to shove it in my face.

All I wanted was
to never see the man again.

- Seems you may have gotten
your wish.

(♪)

Esterhalt seems convincing.

But who better to sabotage
a motorcycle

Than the man who claims
to have designed it himself?

- And if he didn't write
that letter, then who did?

- Precisely.

- So, william, ah...

I've decided
to buy a motorcycle.

- Julia, are you quite sure?

- Of course.

- We...

You'll have to be
so careful!

Macadam is terribly
unforgiving.

And if you were to fall...

I... If one were to fall and
hit one's head.

People really should consider
protecting themselves.

Perhaps a helmet?

- William, one can injure
one's head falling off a horse,

Or a bicycle! Imagine wearing
a helmet on a bicycle!

- Well...
- Oh, william,

These motorcycles don't even
go that fast.

I mean, except
for this one, of course.

- Yes. I still don't understand
how this v-twin

Is capable of reaching
75 miles per hour.

It's simple physics.

The energy output is limited
by the size of the engine;

It's only 54 cubic inches.

- Perhaps it has something to do
with the fuel?

- It's a gasoline engine.
The fuel can only...

Unless...

- Unless?

- Unless the fuel was
adulterated.

Julia, you are a genius!
Oh!

- Am... Am I?

- Yes! Yes.

Uh, first, I'll have to...

- Sir?

Mrs. Hart is requesting you
in the morgue straight away.

- Oh...

- It was quite a mess
you left me with, detective.

- Yes. I apologize
for the state of the corpse.

- It certainly
kept things interesting.

His clothing was the only thing
keeping parts of him intact.

(sighs)
- what have you learned?

- Well, there's nothing
to suggest cause of death

Other than blunt force trauma.

- Consistent with a fall
from a great height?

- Indeed.

Although evidence
of any other trauma

Sustained before the fall
could have been obliterated.

The skin ruptured in several
different places

And many internal blood vessels
burst upon impact.

- Making your job difficult,
I would imagine.

- Beyond difficult.

I attempted to gauge algor
mortis,

But just as a steak and kidney
pie would cool faster

Were you to puncture the crust,

A compromised body
cools at a different rate

Than an intact one.

- Why are you trying
to establish algor mortis?

We know when he died.

- Well, that's the strange thing
about mr. Drummond here.

As I worked on the body,
I realized rigor never set in.

- Well, that is strange.

- There was no time for it
to have come and gone

Between him going over
the cliff

And the time
that he arrived here.

- Certainly not.

And calcium levels
in the muscles

Should not have been affected
by blood loss.

- Shouldn't.

I began to believe
something was amiss.

So, I took a closer look
and I found something quite
interesting.

(intriguing music)

- Putrefaction.

- Two spots,
at less than six hours.

My estimate is this man
died between eight and 12 hours

Earlier than we thought.

- So, he was dead
before he went off the cliff.

(♪)

- So, someone
killed drummond earlier

And dropped his body
at the bottom of the cliff.

- Yes, sir. Meaning whoever
was riding that motorcycle

Was not mr. Drummond.

- Then it was the killer.

- It seems likely.

But the majority of our suspects
were all there.

They saw the falcon being
ridden out of the garage

And, eventually, off the cliff.

- So, the bike went over,
but the killer didn't.

He must have installed
the latch on the accelerator

So that the motorcycle's
throttle would remain engaged

And allow him to simply
send it off.

- And no rider at all?

- And, whoever it was, did not
want us to find that latch.

- So, they killed drummond
and then set this up

To make it look like
it was an accident.

- Indeed.

So, the culprit could not
have been any of the members

Of the motorcycle club.

- They were all there
and accounted for.

- Precisely.

Although, whoever was riding
that motorcycle

Could have conspired
with one of them.

- What makes you think that?

- Well, sir, if drummond
was killed the night before,

How could his wife have been
unaware?

- Let's speak to the widow.

- Someone killed him
hours before?

- That's right.

And you would have known
about it.

- No! I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- He's your husband!
You didn't see him that morning?

- No! He was in his workshop.

- Surely you saw him
the night before?

- He spent all night in there
preparing for the demonstration.

I swear it.

He did it all the time,
working through the night.

I never questioned it.

The night before
his big test run...

It never even occurred
to me that...

- Mrs. Drummond,
you must admit that this story

Is difficult to believe.

- Story? What story?

You're the ones telling me
something that's absolutely mad!

- You're lying.

- I'm not!

- You didn't even recognize your
own husband on that motorcycle?

- I... I don't know!
I thought it was him!

I don't understand
any of this!

(panting)

- When did you last see
your husband alive?

- I...

Supper...

I think.

Yes, early that evening.

After that he went
to his workshop,

And I didn't see him until
the next morning.

Or, rather,

I suppose I never saw him again.

Whatever happened,
I had nothing to do with it.

You have to believe me.

(brackenreid): I don't believe
a word she says.

- Sir, she was among
the spectators just prior
to the incident.

She could not have been
the rider on that motorcycle.

- She was in on it
with someone else.

- Well, sir, there is
one suspect who wasn't there:

The former partner.

- Could be him.

- Henry!

- Uh! Yes?

- Contact the lawyer
who wrote those letters

And demand he reveal
who his client is.

If it's mr. Esterhalt,
then we know he was lying

About his relationship
with mr. Drummond and, likely,

Lying about his whereabouts
that morning as well.

- Sirs.

- Is that something you want to
leave to the likes of higgins?

Leaning on a lawyer can be
a delicate proposition.

- I'm sure he can handle it.

Also, sir,

I believe I know
how the falcon was able

To reach 75 miles per hour
and I intend to replicate it.

You see, the only limitation
is the volume,

Or displacement, of an engine.

I intend to make the eng--
- murdoch!

You've lost me already.

(♪)

(julia): William,
here's your nitrous oxide.

- Oh, good!
- Why on earth do you need
laughing gas?

- It's quite fascinating,
actually.

I realized that the speed
at which fuel gets consumed--

- I'm sure it's fascinating,

But I have to get back
to the clinic.

Don't have too much fun
without me.

- I make no promises.

(door opens and closes)

No!

- Sir, I found out from
the lawyer who his client is.

- I already know, henry.
It was harley and davidson.

- Huh. Well, why'd I have to do
all that work then?

(murdoch): As I was examining
the falcon,

I came across something
very interesting.

Along the fuel intake line,
I found a maker's mark: Hd.

Harley-davidson.

- And what are you saying?

- It's one of your parts!
In fact,

The falcon is an amalgam
of many of your parts.

And you knew that.

That's why you had your lawyer
send all of those letters.

The drummond revolutionary
motorcycle

Is nothing but a reconfigured
harley.

- It... It is not a harley,
it is a harley-davidson!

- Oh, that's what the man meant!

- Should have been
davidson harley.

Then people would be
shortening it to davidson!

- That's a mouthful.
- A davie then!

(murdoch): Gentlemen!

The point is

He was stealing from you,
and you knew it.

- Yes, it's true.

We saw a photograph of the thing
in popular mechanics.

We could hardly believe
our eyes.

- He was using your parts
to make a faster motorcycle.

He was going to win
all of your customers.

- Oh, supposedly.

We still can't figure out
how he did it.

The engine is the same.

There may have been a minor
cosmetic adjustment,

But, inside, it's quite
literally our v-twin.

- Even after getting a look
at the thing, it makes no sense.

- I disagree.

It is possible for the same
engine to make more power

By altering the fuel.

- To what? The engine runs
on gasoline.

- Yes.
But, with an additive,

The same engine can burn
the same fuel faster.

- I... I...
I suppose, in theory.

- Nitrous oxide.

It forces more oxygen
into the fuel.

The result is a motorcycle that
runs on highly oxygenated gas.

I call it hog for short.

- Hog.

Now that's a good name
for a bike.

- A "hog" would run faster

While using
the same component parts.

- Yes, but the... The fuel would
burn in the blink of an eye.

Who is going
to buy a motorcycle

When its gas is gone
in 60 seconds?

(harley): Not to mention
the noise.

The harley-davidson brand
is synonymous

With the silent grey fellow.

- We want everyone's grandma
riding davies, detective.

- Oh, give it up, artie.
- And, anyway,

All that fuel igniting at once?
You'd be blown to kingdom come!

- We... Yes.

But at the time that
the falcon was sabotaged,

And mr. Drummond was killed,

All you knew was that
he had taken your parts

And was about to outdo you.

That's motive for murder.

- We didn't--
- I checked with your hotel.

You arrived in toronto
the day before

I met you
in drummond's workshop.

If you had traveled
all this way to meet the man,

Why wait hours before
making your first visit?

(sighs)
- all right, we... We...

We did go there the day before.
- Artie!

- What? We didn't do
anything wrong.

- Look,
drummond wasn't even there.

- Maybe he was.

And maybe you're lying.

Perhaps you met up with him,
confronted him,

Argued and one or
both of you killed him.

- We didn't!
- We... We didn't come to
confront him.

We already had an arrangement.

- What kind of arrangement?

- To buy the device that
was making his bike go so fast.

- He was going to sell it
to you?

- Not him. His partner.
- Mr. Van der wyck.

He said he was tired
of the production delays

And he wanted to recoup
on his investments.

We can show you
the correspondence that
proves it.

- He wanted to sell us
the device, the designs,

The whole shebang.

- If harley and davidson
are to be believed,

Drummond's partner was about
to sell the business

Out from under him.

- This van der wyck was
in buffalo when the murder
happened.

- So he says.
He's just at the hotel.

- Well, if he's lying
about that,

He could be the man on
the motorcycle.

He sent the thing over
the edge

And then flung drummond
over after it.

- Or perhaps threw drummond's
body over the cliff

Ahead of time.
There he is, sir.

- Look who he's with.

(murdoch): Deedee drummond.

- They're in it together.

(♪)

(brackenreid): You were having
an affair.

Your husband was obsessed
with his motorcycle.

He was ignoring his marriage.

- Yes, that part's true.

- The falcon was a bust.

It was built with another
company's parts

And unless you sold
whatever technology

Mr. Drummond had already
developed prior to going
to market,

You would have been sued
out of existence.

- Yes, that's true as well.

I had to do it.

- But when you told drummond,
he refused.

- Is that what happened
the night he died?

An argument that got
out of hand?

- Dear god, no.
I never told him.

I swear.
- You've got it all wrong.

- We were having an affair,
obviously.

But that impropriety
is the reason

For any mistruths
we may have spoken.

- Mistruths? You lied.
You killed him.

- No! You don't understand.

- We didn't kill him.

- You killed him
and you covered it up.

- You got all of your friends
together who knew about
the falcon,

But what you were really doing
was staging an accident

In order to cover up
the real cause of death.

- You dressed up like him,
got on his motorcycle

And sent it sailing over
the cliff.

- Where, presumably,
mr. Drummond's body had
already been thrown.

- How could you do that
to your own husband?

- I didn't!

- What you propose is simply
not possible.

Deedee was there
when it happened,

There's no question,
so she couldn't have done it.

- She wasn't the one
on the motorcycle.

You were.
- Wasn't me, either.

I was in buffalo
until I heard the news.

- Why should we believe you?
- Believe me?

I'm telling you.
I still have the ticket.

Surely I...

Blast...

- Mr. Van der wyck!

- Ah! Here it is.

See?

(♪)

- Timed, dated and punched.

I checked with union station and
the 10:40 got in on time.

- Could he have posed
as drummond

And gotten to buffalo in time
to get on that train?

- There's no express service
on a Saturday morning, sir.

- Maybe he drove?

- To make up that distance,
without stopping,

Even if the roads were paved
right through,

Would be impossible.
- What if he rode?

- A horse isn't capable
of reaching anywhere near
that speed.

- I meant a bike, murdoch.
A motorcycle.

- They're not fast enough,
either.

He would have to have been
riding the falcon.

And it was in pieces at
the bottom of a cliff by then.

- Well, those two are guilty
as sin.

(murdoch): Sir,
it's just not possible.

- I'm sure of it!

If those two weren't on
the motorcycle,

Then someone else was.
The only question is

Who was in on it with them.

- A third conspirator?

- There is one suspect
without an alibi.

And we know he's lied to us.

You have stated that you were
home the morning

That mr. Drummond
was found dead.

Can anyone attest to this?

- Just myself.

- You also claim that
mr. Drummond telephoned you

The night before his test run.

- I don't claim anything.

He phoned, we spoke,
end of story.

- What time was this?

- Ah, late. Ten o'clock, maybe.

- Unfortunately, mr. Esterhalt,
we know this to be a lie.

- It is no such thing.

- Mr. Drummond was dead
by 10:00 p.M.

- Says who?

- The coroner
for the city of toronto.

- Well, he's wrong
and you're wrong.

The man telephoned me
at ten o'clock.

- Is it possible that someone
was posing as mr. Drummond?

I've worked alongside ellsworth
drummond for four years

And knew him for even longer.

- Be that as it may,
it is possible that--

- Imagine someone
telephoned you

Pretending to be
your inspector.

How long could
they keep that ruse up?

Maybe five seconds?
I spoke to old ellie for
a good 10 minutes.

It was him.
- Mr. Esterhalt,

There is no point
in continuing with this lie.

- It's not a damn lie!

- Ah, sir, I noticed something
unusual.

- Not now, henry.

- I suppose you figured it out
on your own already.

Honestly, why do I bother?

- Figured what out?
- It doesn't matter, sir.

- Henry.

- Well, I thought there
was something not quite right

About the ticket stub
you gave me.

- Mr. Van der wyck's ticket?
- Yes. You see, this one is his.

But I took the same train
with ruthie and jordan a week
ago and look.

- Same ticket, different date.

- The hole, sir.
They're different shapes.

I suppose it's possible they
changed their ticket taking...

Thing.

- Or it's possible he purchased
the ticket in advance,

Punched it himself
and was never on that train.

- Did I...

Did I just solve the case?

- No.
- Oh.

- It still doesn't explain
how mr. Esterhalt

Spoke to mr. Drummond after
he was killed.

Henry, have we released
mr. Van der wyck

And mrs. Drummond?
- Yes, sir. Just a moment ago.

- Mr. Esterhalt!

We need to stop them.

Sir, I need your help for
just a moment.

- Mrs. Drummond!

- Ellsworth?

I thought you were dead.

- William, what's going on?

- This is ellsworth drummond.

- The dead man? What on earth?

- He faked his own death after
killing his business partner.

- Let's go!

(dramatic music)

(julia): William!

(grunting)

Oh!

- Woah!

- Stop!

Stop!

- William, come on!
- Julia, what are you doing?

- Going after them!

(♪)

(engine revving)

- Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Oh, hey!
- What in the blazes?

(engine revs loudly)

- Oh! Ouch!
Good lord, that's loud.

- I love it.
- Look at him go.

He's a natural on a bike.

- That detective murdoch
is one easy rider.

(♪)

(♪)

- Stop! Stop!

- Mr. And mrs. Drummond,
you are under arrest

For the murder
of reginald van der wyck.

(gasps)

(sighs)

Van der wyck wanted
to sell to harley and davidson.

- You refused.
- Of course I did.

The falcon's my life.

- But you couldn't bring it
to market

Because you were using
their designs.

You would have been sued.

- And you couldn't sell
the idea, either,

Because you'd never
figured it out.

- It's true.

There's no device.
There's...

No special fuel.

- And if anyone had ever gotten
their hands on the falcon,

They would've known straight
away that it couldn't reach

Anywhere near
75 miles per hour.

- You're nothing but a fraud.

- How did you do it?

How did you make it go so fast?

- I had a need for speed.

- You really did it.

75 miles per hour!

- Yes.

But, as you two rightly
pointed out,

Such a device is hardly fit
for the market.

- No, but perhaps we'll install
these nitrous injectors

On our own motorcycles.

It certainly would make
a race more fun.

- And... And that sound!

How did you make it sound
like that?

- This... Oh! Well,
I had to remove the muffler

For the nitrous to work.
- Hm.

I want harley-davidson machines
to sound exactly like that.

- Are you mad?
- I'm afraid I have to agree.

No one's going to buy
a motorcycle that sounds
like that.

(♪)

(julia): Well?
What do you think?

- What's this?

- Well, I realized that
leather is the most durable

And effective material
to prevent injury

If one had an accident
on the motorcycle.

- Oh! Certainly is interesting.

- Interesting?

- Nice. It's--
- nice?!

William! I look positively
devilish.

- Oh, I don't know about
a devil.

Angel, perhaps?

(chuckles)

One of hell's angels?

(♪)

(theme music)

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