All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S18E05 A Starlet is Born.e

(rhythmic piano music)

(dramatic piano music)

(cheering)

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(applause)

(indistinct chatter)

- What did you think?

- Even better than
the last chapter. You?

- Underwhelming.

- Uh, they left her hanging
at the edge of a cliff!

- Mm. Bit of a cliché, no?

- I can't wait to see
what happens next.

I'll be re-reading
this one all week.

What a brilliant idea
to publish the story

In the papers alongside
the serials in the cinema.

- I had that idea ages ago.

But they beat me to the punch,

And now, the sales of
the gazette have doubled.

Why don't you run
your own in the sentinel?

- The script is already written.
I just need a star.

And I aim to get one.
(chuckling)

- I was walking down
yonge street

And this man stopped me
in the middle of the sidewalk

And he said,
"you must, you simply must be

In the moving pictures."

And the next thing you know,
well, you know. Here we are.

I also do all of my own stunts.

Would you like to ask me
about doing my own stunts?

- I think we have
all that we need.

But there is one other thing.

Any idea what the next
serial will be?

- I can't comment. Promised
my manager my lips are locked.

- Well, it just so happens
the sentinel

Is planning to make
its own serial.

And I don't mind saying

That the script outshines
any other action girl serials.

- I don't read scripts
written by non-scenarists.

- Ah.

I've written a feature film,

Not to mention a best-selling
book and countless news stories.

- Ah, serial is a unique format.

- Why don't we discuss
this over lunch?

- I just don't thi--
- tomeo's?

- Tomeo's?

You got a table at tomeo's?

- I happen to have dirt
on the maître d'.

- We'll take my new automobile.

Oh, cal.
How are the interviews going?

- Oh, you know, grist for
the mill, chum for the waters.

I don't have to tell you.

- I presume you've met
miss cherry?

- Charmed. I assume you'd like
to profile me next?

- Actually, we're off to lunch.
Perhaps another time.

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(indistinct chatter)

(gasping)
- miss newsome!

Uh, could I perhaps
bother you for an autograph?

- Oh, huh, yes.

Never a moment's peace.

You're welcome. Bye now.

(clears throat)

(clicking)

Huh.

Won't start.

How annoying.

It is brand-new, you know.

Oh! Yoo-hoo. Bellman!

Find a mechanic and see

If he can fix this scrap heap,
will you?

- Yes, ma'am!
- Hm.

- Shall we walk?
- Let's.

Ah.

(car starting)

(screaming)

- Dear god!

- Do you think he's all right?

(theme music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Ladies.
What's happened?

- Well, I, I tried to start
the ignition, nothing happened.

Then, and then... Boom.

- And you drove
the automobile here

Earlier today without incident?

- That's right.

- So whoever did this
intended for you

To be the victim
of the explosion.

- Obviously.

Who else here is important
enough to try and kill?

- Tell him about chapter two.

- Chapter two?

- From agnes.

The adventures of agnes?

The sensational serial
of which I am the star?

- I'm not familiar.
What of it?

- How odd. Uh, well,
in chapter two,

Agnes - moi -
enters into an auto race.

The villain tries
to do away with her

By placing an explosive
in the back of the car.

I, of course, find it,
throw it into a lake

And nobody gets hurt,

Which I would have done today
if I had known it.

Just don't really expect to get
bombed on your way to tomeo's.

- Indeed.
- Ruth?

- Hm.

- Are you all right?
What happened?

- Oh! Someone tried
to explode me.

- What?
- Well, it didn't succeed.

Fat chance.

A star like mine doesn't
just up and die that easily.

- I knew something
like this would happen.

- I beg your pardon?

- I told you no good can come
from working in the pictures.

(screams, groans)

- Henry, what do you mean
you knew something like this
would happen?

Were you aware that
ruth was in danger?

- No.

I never really approved of her
working in the serials, sir.

She's always spending time
with these unsavoury types

That hang around
moving picture sets.

- Unsavoury and debonair.
- Mm.

You saying I'm jealous?

Well, maybe I am.

But forget about the pictures.

Ruth shouldn't be
working at all.

It's not how things
are done, sir.

I'm the man of the house.

She should be
at home with jordan.

- I don't know, henry.

Julia's always been able
to balance work and home life.

- How did that work out for you?

She moved halfway
around the world!

Sheesh.

(indistinct chatter)

- Miss hart.

What have you?

- Is that cal whitman?

- It is indeed.

Constable higgins-newsome seems
to be very threatened by him.

- As he should be.

- You are familiar with
mr. Whitman, I take it?

- I wish.

(clears throat)
- the bellman.

- Right. He died in the blast.

The impact came from behind.

(mysterious music)

- No remnants of the bomb.

Oh, what's this?

It's a wire of some sort.

- Ah, yes.

Method of detonation?

- Indeed. It's attached
to the ignition.

That is ingenious.

Whoever did this knew exactly
what they were doing.

- Mm.

Detective, that man
has been staring at me
since I arrived.

He seems... Odd.

- Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

- Just minding my own beeswax.

- Beeswax?
- I was in the area

Purchasing a tin of beeswax
down the way.

I'm a cobbler, you see.
I need it for my awls.

In any event, I saw the
explosion and was intrigued.

- Did you see anything
of interest?

- Only ruth.

She's magnificent, isn't she?

- She is something.

- So dynamic and brave
and brilliant.

- This is bad.

Already headline news across
every paper in the city.

Toronto is in love
with ruth newsome.

I don't get it.

- Nor do I, sir.

I don't care much
for moving pictures.

- Really? I love them.

But I don't care
for these new serials.

One little scenario a week.
And then what? I have to wait.

I'd rather watch them
all at once.

- Perhaps people enjoy
delaying gratification.

- And every chapter
leaves you wanting more.

She's hanging on a cliff, but
they won't tell you how it ends.

You have to pay another nickel
the following week

Just to find out.
It's a swindle.

- What I don't understand
is the fanaticism.

Why do people admire actors?

- Ah, well, they're charming,
funny, exciting.

- They don't actually do
what their characters do.

They just stand
in front of a camera.

- Detective,
are you jealous of actors?

(scoffs)
- I'll have you know I was cast

In a moving picture once.
I didn't care much for it.

A lot of people standing
around complaining.

- Hm. You think you deserve
more attention than actors

Because you're the one really
stopping the villains out there.

(scoffs)
- of course not.

- Of course not.

So what have you found out?

- No suspects in custody,
as yet.

Judging by the state
of the wreckage,

I would say the bomb
was comprised of tnt.

I've been informed
that this bombing

May mirror one of the
installments of the serial

In which ruth newsome stars.

- Well, then.
Why would someone watch

A moving picture,
then decide to kill the star?

- Perhaps someone
at the moving picture studio

Can tell us something.
- Hm.

(indistinct chatter)

- You're detective murdoch.

- Do we know one another?
- Ah, no.

Your reputation
precedes you, sir.

Andrew deverill-deverill.

I am miss newsome's manager

And the producer
of her cinematic oeuvre.

- Oh, you mean
mrs. Higgins-newsome.

(laughing)
- yes, yes.

I'm in the habit of
discussing her with la presse,

For whom we cultivate
a certain image.

Have you apprehended
the culprit in this
dastardly scheme?

- Not yet.

- Hm, well, then you may find
these très intéressantes.

- Peut-être. De quoi s'agit-il?

- Oui. Letters...
From viewers of agnes.

Fanatics, one might say,
but not of the typical ilk.

- "you are a sinner.

May the lord punish you unless
you stop showing these films.

I hope you lead a miserable,
sickness-filled life

And die lonely and alone."

Who would write such things
to an actor?

- I don't know. But it seems
some of our viewers

Feel that ruth newsome's
gender does not conform

To their image
of an appropriate hero.

Perhaps the killer
is amongst their number.

- Mm-hmm.

What have you, miss hart?

- Found a piece of shrapnel
partially lodged in his body.

- Appears to be a lock mechanism
of some sort.

There's leather here.

It's not very badly burned.

- Must have lodged in his body

Before the flames
could get to it.

I examined the leather
under the microscope.

It appears to be reptilian.

- Alligator?
- Could be.

- This is from a suitcase.

(toy gun firing)

- Ya-ha-ha, ya.
Ha, ha, ha.

- Does jordan always
act out like this?

- What do you mean?

- Isadora? Isadora!

- Yes, miss newsome? Jordan!

Jordan, ah, calm down, please!

- You can't catch me!
- Get back here!

- I believe the bomb was
secured inside of a suitcase.

Does this look familiar?
- Of course.

That's from my alligator-skin
valise.

- Ah. So it belonged to you
and it was in the automobile?

- Oh, yes, always.

It was gifted to me
by lovely andrew.

- Ruth's manager.
- We've met.

- Andrew advised me
to always keep the essentials

Close at hand:
Clothing, cosmetics, shoes,

Autographed portraits
for my "admires".

"admirerers."

- Admirers.
- Admi... Admi...

"admirererrrs."

- Ah. So, you were aware that
it was in the automobile.

Ah, when was the last time
you looked inside of it?

- This morning.

Ah, yes, I put a new lipstick
into my reticule.

- Did you see anything
out of the ordinary?

- Like a bomb, dear.

- I think I would notice
a bomb, henry.

I'm not a child.

In my last picture, I threw one
into the lake, remember?

- How many people were aware
of this valise of yours?

- I don't know.
But what does it matter?

No one could have put
a bomb into that valise.

- Why not?
- It's always locked.

I have the only key.

And no one has access
to where it's hidden.

Except for henny penny.

- Ah.

I've gone over all
of the letters

Provided by
mr. Deverill-deverill.

- And?

- They are disturbing.
- Mm.

- One even seems to presage
the bombing itself.

The author most definitely
wants to stop the continuation

Of miss newsome's serial.
- Why?

- They have a moral objection
to a female heroine.

- It's one man?

- Or a woman, I suppose.

Ah, all of the letters appear
to be written in the same hand,

But they are from different
postmarks throughout the city.

- Uh, what exactly
are you doing?

- Well, if ruth newsome's
suitcase was locked

And the key never left
her possession,

Then it's safe to assume
that someone picked the lock.

I'm trying to establish how
long that would actually take.

- Hm. To establish
how long the culprit needed
to plant the bomb.

- Yes. At first, I believed
that the wiring to the ignition

Was a complex mechanism.

But I'm now of the opinion
that it was quite rudimentary.

As is... This lock.

It would've taken
no time at all.

What's this?

Appears to be some
sticky residue

Inside of the lock cylinder.

- What is it?
- Beeswax.

- Mr. Quint.

We'd like a word.

- I don't understand.

You think I wanted to hurt ruth?

- You were seen near the hotel

Both before and after
the detonation.

But more importantly,
we know you picked the lock
on her suitcase.

- How did you know that?

- We found beeswax inside
of the lock mechanism.

Perhaps from an awl?

- But what does that have
to do with the bomb?

- You put it in the case.
- No.

No, I did pick the lock
last week,

But I never put any bomb inside.

- Then why did you do it?

- I just wanted
something of hers.

I adore her so.

I know everyone does, but...
I'm so very alone.

No one understands me
and I know no one ever will,

But sometimes I dream
that someone,

Someone wonderful,
might love me.

- You stole something from her.

- I just wanted
to feel close to her.

I'm sorry.

(indistinct chatter)
(sighing)

- So, what did you think?

- I... Liked it.

- Oh! Good.

- It's just that it's not really
a ruth newsome, is it?

- The character's tall,
blonde and fearless.

You'd be perfect.
- Oh, of course,

I would do my best
to bring the role to life,

But for it to really be
a ruth newsome picture,

It needs a few changes.
Uh, teensy things.

- Such as?

- Well, here on page one.
What is this?

We meet her and then
she just doesn't do anything.

- The characters need
to be introduced.

- Well, I just...
Needs more depth, you know?

What if... Oh!

I save the prime minister
from being eaten by a lion.
Something like that.

- On page one?
- Well, not that, obviously.

But something like that.
Do you know what I mean?

It's just sort of
food for thought.

But, overall, I um,
I... I loved it.

Monsieur!
- Yes, ma'am?

- What do you have
in the way of gin?

- We have a wonderful selection.
I can bring you the gin menu.

- Oh, ah, no.
Never mind. Champagne!

- Ruth higgins-newsome
stated that she did have

A pair of shoes
go missing last week.

So that part of mr. Quint's
story appears to be true.

- That doesn't mean he didn't
plant the bomb.

If he picked the lock once,
he could've done it again.

- Yes, but why kill someone that
he holds in such high esteem?

- Love can turn to obsession
and obsession to violence.

- True.
But something about this case

Just doesn't sit right with me.

He seems genuinely concerned
for her well-being

And his handwriting is not
a match for those letters.

- Hardly exculpatory.

If you don't think the cobbler
did it, then who?

- Perhaps the man who gave her
the suitcase in question.

Apparently, he was lunching
with an ingenue at the time

And she believes that
she could be the next agnes.

- Hm. To have a new star,

He would have to get rid
of the old one.

- Expendable?
Miss newsome is a star, man.

Her success is my success.

- Then why seek out
a replacement?

- A star that burns as brightly
as ruth newsome cannot be tamed.

I must anticipate
the inevitable:

That soon she will
leave us behind

For the bright lights
of los angeles.

Hollywood, they call it.
The big time.

- We believe the bomb
was placed inside of a suitcase

That you gifted
to mrs. Higgins-newsome.

- It was?
- Mm.

And you advised her to
keep it on hand at all times.

- Yes, what of it?

- Well, whoever placed the bomb
was aware of the case

And that it would be
consistently in the proximity
of mrs. Higgins-newsome.

- Everybody in our little troupe
knew about the case.

It was a very unique piece
I purchased for her in new york.

She showed it off
to all around her.

Ah, one of my other clients
was terribly jealous.

- Oh? Who? Oh, just the man
whose stalled career

Is the bane
of my existence.

Ruth's costar, cal whitman.

(laughing)
- oh, henry,

I'm going to the hair salon.
- All right. I'll go with you.

- No, there's really no need.

- Uh, someone just tried to kill
you and they're still out there.

Are you forgetting
that your own brother died

While escaping my care
to get a haircut?

- This is completely different.
- How?

- I'm not getting a haircut.
- Uh, you're not going.

I forbid it.

- You forbid it?

- Yes, I forbid it.

- If it were up to you, I would
never leave this house.

You, you want me to be
a prisoner in my own home!

- See, dear, please...
Oh, jordan.

Jordan, no!

- Oh, pish.

I merely pretended to be
jealous of that hideous valise.

I wouldn't be caught dead
with that reptilian monstrosity.

- So why pretend?

- I'm an actor.

An actor's job is to give
gifts to all around him.

Every scene,
every action is a gift.

I hold agnes in my arms
and with my performance

I give the audience
the gift of love.

- Real life is not
a moving picture, mr. Whitman.

- It is not different from one.

I see ruth with a new valise.

I pretend to covet it
and with my performance
I give her the gift of pride.

- So you lie to her
to make her feel better.

- You misunderstand
what it is to be an actor.

It is a part of our vocation.

Take ruth.

She claims in the press
that she performs her own stunts

Because her public wants
to believe that to be true.

In the hands of an actor,
a lie is not a lie.

- It's a gift.
- Precisely.

- Mrs. Higgins-newsome does not
perform her own stunts?

- She's a woman, detective.

Don't be ridiculous.

- That's a big part
of her persona.

At least, that's how it's
reported in the newspapers.

- And the man who performs them
for her has his feathers ruffled

Each and every time
a story like that appears.

She takes all the credit
and he is left to suffer

In the worst of all places:
Obscurity.

(snoring)

- Henry, I'm going
to the hair salon.

Bye.

(snoring)

(tongue clicking)

(bleating)

- Hello?

- What can I do you for?

- You're the man who performs
all of ruth newsome's stunts

For the screen?
- That's right. Hooter mccoy.

- Detective william murdoch,
toronto constabulary.

You'll have to forgive me,

But you don't strike
much of a resemblance.

- Ah! We all look the same
in a dress and a wig.

- Is that so?

- Folks who watch these serials

Ain't exactly the keenest spurs
on the ranch.

- Your colleagues who worked
on the adventures of agnes

With you have stated
that you don't much care

For mrs. Higgins-newsome
and that, uh, you resent her

For taking credit
for all of your performances.

- Don't much care for a liar.

And, well, it's hard to respect

Someone who has no respect
to offer in return.

- Ruth newsome
doesn't respect you?

(chuckling)

- No.

We made eighteen chapters
of that serial,

Worked on every one together.

I don't believe she even
knows my christian name.

Truth is, nobody that worked on
that picture show liked her.

- And you feel you can speak
for everyone on the set?

- 'course I can. Ruth newsome
keeps food on the table.

We all know that we could make
those serials easier

Without the stars,
but then who would watch 'em?

Nobody's gonna pay a nickel
to see an old chunk of coal

Like yours truly hanging off
the side of a cliff.

- Uh, mr. Mccoy, did you know
that the bomb that was used

In the attempt
on mrs. Newsome's life

Was comprised of tnt
and a long metal ignition wire?

- Can't say I was.

- It was a device
exactly like the one

I see there on your shelf.

Mr. Mccoy, you are under arrest.

- So, they decided they wanted
to take a holiday,

But they couldn't agree
on where.

So, my brother, dear heart,
he spins a globe,

Closes his eyes,
points his finger

And do you know where it landed?

Some place in africa,
but that seemed terribly gloomy,

So...

You know,
they spun it again!

This time it landed southampton,

Which I had never heard
of before.

(snoring)

(dramatic music)

- Ruth?

Ruth?

Isadora, I've got to go.

Look out for jordan!

- Anyway, he and lucinda
have been there for a month.

(body thudding)
can't say that I miss them.

Least not her, anyway.
Did you know,

She grew up next door to us,

And one summer, her brother
threw a brick over a shrub,

Hit her square in the back
of the head?

She couldn't do anything
but cluck like a chicken
for a whole year.

That's what I heard, anyway.

But I don't think someone
recovers from something
like that, do you?

Celeste?

Oh! Oh, my.

Oh!

Oh, oh.

Uh... Oh, my.

Oh! Oh.

Oh. Oh my god.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

(gasping)

Just when you need help!

(gasping)

Okay...

(whimpering)

(grunting)

(indistinct chatter)

Help!

- That's ruth newsome!
- Help!

Could somebody help, please?!

- I bet she's making
a moving picture.

(groans)

(dramatic music)

(cheering)

- Ruth! Excuse me, excuse me,
please, please, please.

- Thank you.
- Ruth!

Oh my god. What happened?
I told you to stay in the house!

- Henry higgins-newsome,
I just saved the lives

Of five people
and that's how you greet me?

- If you would just listen
to me--

- Say one more word,
I'm gonna scream.

- Ruth--
(screaming)

- Now if you'll excuse me,

I need to tend to these
poor women.

Oh, you're fine.

- All right.

(knocking on door)

- The employees and customers
of the salon

Are all recovering in hospital.

It seems they owe
their lives to ruth newsome.

- Hm. So, she's earned her
headlines after all?

- She has.

The gas used in the attack
was a simple combination

Of bleach and ammonia, but
it could have killed them all.

- How was it released?
- A device was placed

Inside of the air vent
of the salon.

- So, whoever did this must have
seen ruth newsome

Enter the salon
and then deployed the gas.

- So it would seem.

Sir, this also mirrors a scene
from the adventures of agnes.

- Of course!

The gas in the mayor's
office in chapter six.

- So you do watch them.

- We all have our vices,
detective.

- One could be a coincidence,

But both attempts
mirroring the serial?

He seems intent on killing ruth

Using one of the methods
depicted in her moving pictures.

Oh, and, uh, he's sent
another letter.

- Same handwriting?
- Indeed.

It implies that there will be
another attempt

Unless the adventures of agnes

Is completely removed
from the cinemas.

- And yet our prime suspect
has been sitting

In our cells all the while.

- Hm.

We know you could not have
executed the gas attack

On ruth newsome earlier
this afternoon.

But there is still compelling
evidence that you built the bomb

That caused the explosion
she narrowly escaped.

- I didn't build this to hurt
ruth newsome, nor anybody else.

Any time a picture show wants
a fire, a conflagration,

Explosion, they come to hooter.

- You built this
for a moving picture?

- Naturally.
And I built plenty like it.

We used one in agnes
in chapter two.

And I will say I showed
every soul

Working on that picture show
exactly how it worked.

- Just because you showed people
how it worked,

Doesn't mean someone had
the expertise to recreate it.

- Or the supplies to do so.
- True enough.

Thing is, I had some items
stolen from myself last week,

Including a device
just like this one here.

- Believe his story?
- Not particularly.

But he didn't release the gas
and even if he is involved,

Someone trying to kill ruth
newsome is still out there.

- And you'll find him.

But you'll have to do it
while taking on another job.

- What?
- Guarding ruth newsome.

'round the clock until
the killer is caught.

- But, sir--
- no objections.

Her safety is our top priority.

We'll look like fools
if toronto's sweetheart
dies on our watch.

- Oh!

Detective. I understand
you're to be my bodyguard.

- Apparently so.
- Hm, well, can't have you

Guarding my body in this,
uh, dreary place.

Come.

(knocking)

- Your house is all clear.
Good night.

- Where are you going?

- Uh, to review some
of these witness statements

And afterward to sleep.

Um... Oh, I, I was curious:

Are you at all concerned
that mr. Deverill-deverill

Is searching for a new starlet
to put in his serials?

- Of course not.
Andrew adores me.

Anyway, he couldn't replace me
even if he wanted to.

My contract's ironclad.

Oh, henry, you won't be needed.

The detective'll
guard me tonight.

- Ruru?

- You can sleep
in the guest room.

Close the door, would you?

- Sir.

- Henry, I don't want
to be involved.

Obviously, I'll be spending
the night on the chaise longue.

- But...

Uh, ruru?

(rhythmic music)

(laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

- Ah, louise.
Look at this.

It's the serial I wrote
ruth newsome.

It's scribbled with
a thousand comments.

How can an actress
think she knows more about
writing than I do?

- She may know more
about serials.

- How... I've written stories
in installments.

Not to mention
a book and a film.

A serial's barely even writing
compared to those.

- It says here eleanor
is a brilliant reporter

With a sharp tongue
and effortless beauty?

- Yes.

- Are you perhaps writing
yourself?

- Of course not.

So either I change my story,
which is brilliant,

To suit her, or she refuses
to play in my serial,

In which case my brilliant
script never gets made.

- Can't you just change the
character and keep the story?

- They're one and the same.

- Piece of advice.

About once a month,
the bass player comes in
with new ideas for the band.

He and the piano player
argue for days;

The band nearly breaks up.

They call it creative
differences.

- How do they resolve them?
- It's simple.

The bass player does what
the piano player says.

People come to see the piano;
they don't come to see the bass.

They come to see the piano.

- So I need to convince ruth
to do what I say.

- Louise, you are not
the piano player.

Ruth is.

- But I came up with everything.

- That doesn't matter.

- You got it.

(indistinct chatter)

(glass breaking)
(gasping)

- What was that?

- I have no idea.

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you.

- Henry?
- Sir!

Someone was trying
to break into the house.

- Oh!
- But, never fear.

I wrestled the knife away from
him and I've scared him off.

- Oh!
- Did you see who it was?

- He was wearing a mask.
- Oh, henry.

Henry, henry, henry,
you are so brave!

- You know that all I want
in this life

Is for you to be safe,
my darling, dimpled dumpling.

(crying)

- Henry, may I have a word?

- It's all right.
(sighing)

- Is there something you'd
like to tell me, henry?

- Um... No?

- The broken glass landed
outside of the house,

Which tells me
you broke it from inside.

And that knife appears to be
from your set in the kitchen.

- I swear I was going
to tell you, sir.

I would never have
let you pursue all this
as actual evidence.

I-I swear.

- Even if I believed you, it
wouldn't make things any better.

What were you thinking?

- I had to do something,
sir, don't you see?

I had to impress ruth somehow.

I feel like I'm losing her.
- Oh!

I'm sure that's not true.

- It is true, sir.

It all started when that
producer discovered her.

I don't actually want her to
stay in the house all the time.

I love her pictures!

I love her.

But ever since she's been
working all the time,

She doesn't need me
for anything anymore.

Please don't tell her.

- Henry, isn't this our knife?

- Um...

No?

- Why does henry have
a suitcase?

- I threw them out.

Where are we going?

- To the station house.

I've asked mr. Deverill-deverill
to come in

For further questioning.
- I scarcely see the point.

- Ooh.

This isn't the way
to the station house.

Driver!

Driver!
(whipping)

Oh!
- Oh!

- I'm not going anywhere.

I live here!

(muffled screaming)

Isadora!

Isadora, call the police!

It's him.

(grunting)

- The doors are locked.

- What do you, what do you
mean they're locked?

- We're trapped.

- What do you mean
we're trapped?

You're, you're,
you're the great detective
so just un-trap us!

- Uh...

- It must be deverill-deverill.

He subdued the carriage driver,
and he intends to kill you.

- Lord. Oh, my lord.

- Uh...
(breathing shakily)

- Really, detective?
Now is not the time.

Detective?

- Ah! Ooh.

That won't work.

Right.

- Oh, oh.
Maybe now is the time.

- Purse.
- Ah.

Oh! Ah-ha.

(gasping)

You, uh, you know how
to handle yourself.

- All right.

Are you ready?

- Oh, wh-wh-what do we,
what do we do now?

- We jump.

- I have a confession to make.

I don't actually do
my own stunts.

- I know. But now's
an excellent time to start.

Are you ready?
- Mm-hmm.

- One, two, three.

(grunting)

- Sorry.
(grunting)

(sombre music)

- Sir!

Where's ruth?

- Henry, we need to catch
that carriage

Before deverill kills ruth.

- Ah, but sir, the killer
is not deverill-deverill.

Look.

- It's whitman.

- I found the carriage
driver tied up.

Whitman must have
dropped it, sir.

I've got to find ruth.

- Wait, wait, wait!
If it's whitman...

Yes, that, that all makes sense.
- What?

- The automobile bomb,
the gas attack...

In the moving pictures,

Both were instances where agnes
herself was not in danger.

- No, whitman was in danger.
- And agnes saved him.

Those letters?
They were written by him.

His career has stalled
and he's embittered

Because she's become the hero
and he is the helpless victim.

- So where is he taking her now?

- Let me think.

He wants to make her
death meaningful.

Um, what are some other ways

That agnes saved him
in the films?

- Ah, from pirates,
from a mountain lion, sir.

From her own evil twin, sir.
That was a great one.

- Railway tracks.

I know exactly where they are.
Give me the bicycle.

- What? Why?
- Henry, he took

The carriage that way.

It takes exactly ten minutes
to the lakeshore line

By carriage,
even longer by bicycle.

But if you run straight
south from here,

You'll be there in five minutes.

I can't.

- All right, sir.

- Ah, stop it!

What do you think you're doing?!
- Oh, quiet down, woman!

- Do not tell me what to do!
- No?

I am the one who tells you
exactly what to do.

You have no say in the matter.

And I've decided that you
are going to die.

- Wh-wh-why are you doing this?

Cal, you adore me.
- Oh, I detest you,

Ruth newsome.
You make a fool of me

In every chapter
of that damned serial.

- What? In the serial?
- Yes, the serial.

The serial that was meant to be
the adventures of arthur

Starring cal whitman
until you stole it from me.

- Oh, I didn't do anything.

- I wrote those letters.

I thought it would talk
some sense into you.

It's not a woman's place
to star in the pictures,

Much less in a role
meant for a man.

But no!

Your insidious ambition
could not be curtailed.

- Cal, please, just... Untie me?

- No longer will I
sit helplessly by whilst
a woman saves me.

Now I am in control
of my own fate.

And yours.

- Please, just untie me.

Please, cal!

(panting)

- Help!

Help me!
- Ruth!

- Henry!
- Ruth!

Ruth, I'm coming!

(gunshot)
(screaming)

- No, no!

Henry!

- Time to join
your insufferable wife.

(dramatic music)

- Henry, you came for me.
- Well, of course.

- Now we're both going to die.
- Ruth, we are not going to die.

Listen to me: There is
a knife in my pocket.

You just have to reach for it.
- I can't see anything.

- Feel for it.
It's right by your hands.

- No, henry, I can't!
I'm, I'm...

I'm not a real heroine.
- Ah, I don't believe that.

You're a hero to me.
You're brave

And you're courageous
and I've seen you accomplish

Everything you ever set
your mind to.

You're incredible, ruth.

So incredible that you don't
even need me anymore.

- Oh my god! Oh god!

- Hurry! Get the knife!

(panting)

(whistling)

- Stop, police!

(grunting)

- Sorry, detective.

This is my story.

(grunting)

- Unfortunately, mr. Whitman,

Your story will not be ending
the way you'd hoped.

- Just a little more.
You can do this!

- Oh, henry, henry,
we're going to die.

- No, no, no!
Focus on the knife.

It's almost there!

All right. Ah! Oh, yes!

(train hooting)
- no, henry, henry, henry,

You need to save yourself!
Please.

- I'm not leaving you!

- Please get off the track!
- No!

(screaming)
(grunting)

(panting)

Oh, my god!
It wasn't even going to hit us!

- Henry, you saved me.

- Well, I would have, I suppose.

- What was that all nonsense
about me not needing you?

Of course I need you.
You're my hero, henry higgins.

- Ruth.
- Oh!

- Congratulations, detective.
You got your man.

- Yes. Although actually
it was constable higgins-newsome

Who discovered the true identity
of the killer.

- Oh! So, you didn't
solve the case.

And you didn't
successfully guard

Toronto's sweetheart, either.

- She's an onerous charge, sir.
- Mm.

That train was scheduled
to run her over

And no one seems to know

How the train ended up going
down the other track.

- Divine intervention, perhaps.

- Or someone was familiar
with that stretch of track,

Knew the schedule of the train

And deduced the location
of the switch which,

When thrown, would send
the train off its course.

- Anything is possible,
I suppose.

- Step right there.
(grunting)

- I'm all right.
I'm all right.

(applause)
(laughing)

Thank you, everyone.
Thank you.

- I think they're applauding me.

- Hm?
- Never mind. It's all right.

Where exactly were you?

What kind of a bodyguard
goes missing in action

At the most important moment?

I could have been killed.

Thankfully, henry was there
to save me.

- Well, not everyone
can be the hero.

(laughing)

- All right.
- Oh.

Oh!

(laughing)

- You were right.

About everything.
- What's this?

- The script.
For my serial.

I've completely rewritten it.
You're going to love it.

- Oh. I don't want to tell
that story anymore.

- Why not?
- I want a new story,

One in which I have a husband
who's almost,

Almost, as heroic as I am.

- Aw, really?

- You should tell our story.

The dangerous dealings
of a dynamic duo.

Husband and wife,
constable and heroine.

I would even share top billing.

- With me?
- Oh, well, I mean,

It would be you, henry,
but it wouldn't actually be you.

You're not an actor.

Write this down: Chapter one,
we open on the north pole.

Agnes is endeavouring
to be the first woman
to conquer the arctic.

She befriends a group of
penguins who are guiding her...

- You know that penguins don't
actually live in the arctic.

- Sh, sh, sh, shush.
Just listen.

Whose story is this anyway?

(continues indistinctly)

(theme music)