All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S05E06 - Who Killed the Electric Carriage (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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[suspenseful music]

♪♪

♪ Daisy, Daisy ♪

♪ Give me your answer, do ♪

♪ I'm half-crazy ♪

♪ All for the love of you ♪

[gasps]

[gears grinding]

What?

[ominous music]

♪♪

[gasping]

♪♪

[breathing shakily]

Mr. Wallensky!

Mr. Wallensky!

Mr. Wallensky,
I just saw the strangest thing.

[screaming]

[gasps]

The housekeeper
discovered the body

shortly after 9:30, sir.

Our initial assumption
is suicide.

It wasn't suicide.

The rope he was suspended from
is 3/4 inch.

But as you can see,
the bruising is much thinner.

[sighs]

Excellent work, Doctor.

He was strangled then.

[sighs]

That's Ivan Wallensky.

You know him?

Yes, I met him last year
at a battery exhibit.

Mr. Wallensky had developed
a new type of battery

using nickel and cadmium.

Fascinating.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Sir, when you're ready,
I think you'll find

what the housekeeper has to say
quite interesting.

[suspenseful music]

Murdered?

Do you know of anyone
who may have wanted

to harm Mr. Wallensky?

Good Lord, no.

He didn't have an enemy
in the world.

I mean, the man spent
all his time in his workshop.

Although, yesterday,
I did see him arguing with a man

just as I was leaving.

What time was this?

Just after supper,
about 7:00.

- Did you know this person?
- Um...

I've never seen him before
in my life.

Mm.

- Oh, my goodness.
- I didn't even see that.

What kind of housekeeper am I?

Mrs. Chalmers, I-I'd like
to keep that, if I may.

Evidence.

Oh.

Did Mr. Wallensky smoke?

No, it must've belonged to one
of his business acquaintances.

Uh-.

Do you recall
any of their names?

Um...

One was called James.

I don't know his last name.

But he smoked cigars.

That's all I know,
I'm afraid.

Mrs. Chalmers,

tell the detective
about the spaceship.

More of a bright light
flying above the road.

It came at me faster
than a speeding train.

I don't know what it was,

but I am certain
it was not of this world.

[pensive instrumental music]

♪♪

Sir, I spoke
to some of the neighbors.

A Bert Hawksworth
up on Concession Five

says he saw bright lights

moving through the fields
last night.

He thought they looked
extraterrestrial.

His words, sir.

So it's your feeling

that this is the work
of Martians, George?

No, no, no, sir.

Venusians.

Venusians, sir,
have a motive for invasion.

And what would
that motive be?

Well, sir, Venus is
permanently beclouded.

Clearly,
they have somehow managed

to sully their own atmosphere

and now covet
our clear blue skies,

such as they are.

Now, George,
why go to the trouble

of killing Ivan Wallensky

and faking his suicide

when they could easily
dispatch him with a death ray?

Yes, death rays,
well, that's a good ques-.

Sir, are you mocking me?

No, George.

It's just that
your spaceship has left

some decidedly
terrestrial tracks.

It rained here
last night, George,

and we need to find out
at exactly what time.

- Come on.
- [clicking tongue]

[carriage clattering]

Whoa.

Mavis!

[grunts]

Alexander.

Alexander, this is
Detective Murdoch.

He's investigating
your father's death.

Mr. Wallensky,

I'm terribly sorry
for your loss.

Thank you, Detective.

Do you know of anyone

who may have wanted
your father dead?

- No.
- He was completely harmless.

A little lacking
in the social skills, perhaps.

The only thing he cared about
were his batteries.

Perhaps money
was a motive?

Money?

Your father was
an important inventor.

He held a number of patents,
as I understand.

- [scoffs]
- None of which were worth a dime.

And any money he did make
went into his work.

We lived in poverty here,
as you can see.

Well, surely
his battery ideas-.

There must have been
some commercial potential there.

I don't know anything
about that.

I was never involved
in my father's work,

much to
his disappointment.

[clears throat]
I'm sorry.

I-I wish I could be
of more help.

It's quite all right,
Mr. Wallensky.

If you think
of anything else,

please don't hesitate
to contact me.

- I will.
- Thank you.

[somber orchestral music]

♪♪

Sir, it's mostly diagrams
and equations.

Don't worry
about those, George.

I'm more interested
in lvan's letters-.

Who was writing to him,

what was the nature
of the correspondence.

You think the killer
may have written him?

Murder is usually
a last resort.

If the killer had a problem
with Mr. Wallensky,

chances are
it was communicated to him.

Murdoch.

A word.

Progress on the case?

Not much so far, sir.

Constable Higgins
is taking finger marks,

Constable Crabtree
is looking into motive,

and I'll be checking
with Dr. Grace shortly

to see if she's established
a time of death.

Good, good.

Sounds like you have this
well in hand.

Is there anything else, sir?

No.

Yes.

[sighs]
Bloody hell, Murdoch.

It's Margaret.

Your wife.

Shut the door.

She's been going out
every Tuesday

for the past few weeks.

She's been going to visit
Alex Boddings.

Oh, her consumptive friend.

Taken a turn
for the worse, apparently.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, don't be.

It's a lie.

I bumped into her husband.

Alex Boddings has been
at a retreat in Niagara Falls

for the past two weeks.

She's doing just fine.

Oh.

"Oh," indeed.

Oh, it's all my fault, Murdoch.

Margaret saw me kiss
Rosa Hamilton the other week.

What, the opera diva, sir?

I thought she kissed you.

And I kissed her right back.

There's no point in denying it.

[sighs]

Margaret and I,
we just...

[sighs]

We just don't have
that passion anymore.

I suppose that happens
in a marriage.

There's nothing
you can do about it.

Sir, perhaps I could suggest
a private investigator

if only to allay
your suspicions.

I don't want
to do that, Murdoch.

It's so tawdry.

Well, sir, I'm sure
it's not what you think.

I took two rectal
thermometer readings

spaced half an hour apart

and found that the rate
of cooling in Ivan's corpse

was in accordance
with what would be predicted

by the glacier equation.

I then determined
the amount of digestion

from his last meal,

which, according
to the housekeeper,

was consumed
between 5:10 and 5:20.

Comparing the two estimates-.

Doctor, I'm sure
your methodology is quite sound,

but all I require is
the time of death.

What I'm trying to tell you
is that both methods,

digestion and algor mortis,
agree exactly.

And?

Assuming a ten-degree
ambient temperature drop

from the time of death
to when I first arrived,

I am confident in asserting
that the death occurred

between 7:30 and 8:00.

- Very good.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Sir.

I spoke
to Mr. Wallensky's neighbors.

Apparently,
it rained between 7:00

and quarter past
last evening.

So the tire tracks
were made after that.

Also, I've gone through

all of Mr. Wallensky's
correspondences

for the last year.

And?

Well, there were
a couple of letters

from a Henry Lord
in Detroit,

the first of which
was gracious enough.

The last was
somewhat threatening.

"Dear Ivan, I will be
in Toronto next week.

"I urge you
to accept my offer.

I fear you will regret
the alternative."

Then in another correspondence,

it seems there was a dispute
over a patent

for one
of Ivan's batteries.

Who was the dispute with?

A numbered company
located in Willowdale.

Coincidentally, the same address
has another correspondent

who simply went by "James."

Hmm, perhaps the smoker
of this cigar.

Mm.

"Ivan, your stubbornness
and greed

"are destroying everything
we've worked for.

"I will not let you pull
this house down

on both our heads."

George, let's take
a little trip to Willowdale.

[apprehensive orchestral music]

♪♪

Looks like somebody doesn't
want us snooping around, sir.

It certainly does,
doesn't it, George?

[sighs]

[straining]

Whoa!

[sighs]

- All set?
- Sir.

Sir, can I tell you something
in confidence?

Of course, George.

Now, it can't get back
to the person

to which this pertains
that I told you.

Well, yes, I believe that's
what "in confidence" means.

- Oh.
- Yes, of course.

Well, sir, a certain somebody
has asked me to engage

in a sort of
act of espionage.

Would this certain somebody
be the inspector

at Station Number 4, George?

- Yes, sir.
- Mm.

And did the inspector ask you

to surreptitiously look in
on his wife this evening?

Yes, sir.

I don't see a problem
with that, George.

Well, sir, except...

what if she's being
unfaithful to him?

I mean, I'm not saying
that she would,

but she could.

Right.

Come to me first.

I'm aware of
the inspector's concerns,

and I'll deliver the bad news
if need be.

Well, yes, I will.

[cocks gun]

Stop right there!

Get off the road.

Identify yourself, please.

Get off the road now!

I don't think you understand.

Sir, look out!

[pompous orchestral music]

♪♪

James Pendrick.

Detective Murdoch.

We meet again.

I knew our paths
would cross again.

Detective, this is
Douglas Meadows.

Mr. Pendrick,
your vehicle has a lamp.

Indeed it does.

500 watts.

Did this vehicle
happen to be at the home

of Ivan Wallensky
last night?

- Yes, it was.
- Why?

Around what time?

9:30 or thereabouts.

And what was the purpose
of your visit?

It was personal.

What's going on here, Detective?

Ivan Wallensky was found
murdered in his home

shortly before 10:00
last night.

Ivan.

Oh, God, that's terrible.

Douglas.

I can't believe it.

What was the nature
of your relationship?

We were partners
in a business venture.

I'm sorry, Detective.

It was lvan's battery that made
the Pendrick Bullet possible.

- Without him-
- The Pendrick Bullet.

Yeah,
the name of this vehicle.

I appreciate your loss,
Mr. Pendrick,

but I'm trying
to reconcile that

with the tone of your latest
letter to Mr. Wallensky.

It's true.

We had a falling-out.

It was my fault.

I wounded his pride.

That's why I was
at his house last night.

I was attempting
to make amends.

Did you speak with him?

- No.
- He wouldn't come to the door.

This was at about 9:30.

Where were you
between 7:30 and 8:00 then?

I was hosting a dinner
for potential investors.

Douglas can vouch for that.
He was there.

Very well.

This is your latest venture,
I take it.

I can see
you're impressed.

Prepare to be astounded.

Get in.

You know you want to, Detective.

George, meet me back
at the station.

Yes, sir.

Your acceleration pedal is
on the left.

Your brake is
on the right.

This is
your velocity gauge.

Do not exceed
40 miles per hour

until you hit
the asphalt.

This will go
40 miles an hour?

Put your left foot down
and see.

[sprightly instrumental music]

♪♪

♪♪

[engine revving]

♪♪

♪♪

Welcome
to Pendrick Headquarters.

I had it up
to 55 miles per hour!

- [laughs]
- It's been clocked at 62.

Ho!

What's this?

Photovoltaic cells.

We own the patent for that
as well.

Ultimately, we want
the Pendrick Bullet

to run on solar power.

I foresee a time when...

- [laughing]
- Solar power.

Yeah, there'll be a time
when you'll see cells like this

on the roof
of every house.

Free energy.

It's a wonderful future
we have before us.

Yes.

This is what makes
the Pendrick Bullet possible.

- Oh.
- Ivan Wallensky's battery.

Yes.

Poor Ivan.

The man was a genius.

It's lightweight, powerful,
and completely interchangeable.

So while one set of batteries
is in use,

the other can be-.

- Charged.
- Exactly.

They connect in a series

so that each battery is
small enough to be removed,

even by a woman.

When we take
the company public,

we hope to produce vehicles
for the single driver,

the couple,
and the family.

For long-distance travel,

batteries could be exchanged
or charged

at roadside service stations

which will double as hotels
and eateries.

Well, you appear
to have thought of everything.

It's only the beginning,
Murdoch.

The Pendrick Bullet will change
the face of the nation.

With limitless transportation,

people will no longer
be confined to downtown squalor.

Every man will own a house
and a piece of land.

Cities will be connected
both internally and externally

by vast highways as wide
as the Champs-Élysées.

Cigar?

Has he been bending your ear
on his vision of the future?

It all sounds fascinating.

Well, we're not there yet.

Much still needs to be done.

We hope to make a public
stock offering next week.

At which point we should have
the capital necessary

to begin mass-producing
these vehicles.

We're in a race with
the internal combustion engine.

Whoever gets there first
will dominate the market.

In fact, if you're looking
for Ivan's killer,

you might start
with our competitors.

One of them is in Toronto
at this moment.

There you are.

He's here to compete against me
in the Pendrick Challenge.

- The Pendrick Challenge?
- What's that?

It's a road race
I'm sponsoring.

The internal combustion engine
against the Pendrick Bullet.

Mm.

And who's your competitor?

Henry Ford.

[spirited musical flourish]

Oh, I apologize, sir.

It really did look like
"Henry Lord."

That's quite all right,
George.

I'm sure it's the same man.

Let's bring him in.

Well, I can't right now, sir.

I have to attend to my off-duty
duties for the inspector.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, before you go,
ring Mr. Ford's hotel

and request his presence
for an interview.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

Mr. Wallensky.
How can I help you?

I know who killed
my father.

I've just come from a visit
to Sam Roland's office.

- Who is?
- My father's lawyer.

I wanted to inform him
of his death

and to arrange matters
of estate.

Of course.

Mr. Roland informed me
that my father

had just filed a lawsuit
against a company

owned by
a James Pendrick.

Have you heard of him?

Yes, I have.

Well, apparently,
this man Pendrick

was about to make something
called a public offering.

Do you know what that is?

When a company needs
to raise money

and sells a portion
of its shares

directly to the public.

Yes, and apparently
this whole public offering thing

had been planned
for months.

I would imagine, yes.

According to Mr. Roland,
my father's lawsuit

would have stopped it
in its tracks.

And now that he's dead,

the lawsuit is dropped,

and the initial public offering
goes ahead as planned.

Detective, I think
this Pendrick fellow

may have killed
my father.

I ask you once again,
Mr. Pendrick,

what was the nature
of your disagreement

with Mr. Wallensky?

I already told you.

I wounded his pride.

How so?

Ivan got it into his head
that he'd been cheated.

So that's when he launched
his lawsuit.

- [scoffs]
- Groundless, of course.

Nothing more
than legal blackmail.

That's why I went
to his house the other night,

because I-I was willing
to agree to his terms.

Or did it occur to you
that it would be cheaper

to simply kill him?

[chuckles]

What is it about me
that offends you, Murdoch?

Mr. Pendrick-.

Every time we meet,

you accuse me
of the most heinous crimes.

Every time, your own
investigations absolve me.

We should be friends,
you and I.

We're men of science,

men of vision.

And yet I sit here once again

under your accusing stare.

What will it take, Murdoch,

to convince you once and for all
I'm not a cold-blooded killer?

A persuasive alibi
would be a good start.

- I already told you.
- I-.

One that isn't
being corroborated

by a suspected accomplice.

Now I'm being accused?

I was hosting a dinner
for over 100 investors,

many of whom will be
at the Pendrick Challenge

tomorrow afternoon.

Will 100 corroborations
be enough?

[knocking at door]

Thank you, Constable.

Mrs. Chalmers,
thank you for coming

on such short notice.

Do you recognize
either of these men?

The one on the left
is that James fellow

I told you about.

Is either one of them
the man you saw arguing

with Mr. Wallensky?

- No.
- I'm afraid not.

[loud rumbling]

- What the-
- Are you quite sure?

Yes.

He was the same age thereabouts,
but it's neither of them.

[engine rumbling]

[engine sputtering]

I'm here to see
a Detective Murdoch.

That's him.

That's the man I saw arguing
with Mr. Wallensky.

[suspenseful music]

Hello, Detective.

I'm Henry Ford.

Yes, I was at Mr. Wallensky's
farm yesterday.

And what was the nature
of your visit?

I was trying to convince him
to join my company.

According to his housekeeper,
the two of you were arguing.

Ivan took umbrage
at my suggestion

that his shares in Pendrick's
company were worthless.

Worthless?

I told him that
the electric car had no future.

I told him that his patent

would be wasted
in Pendrick's company

and that he should bring
his battery

and come and work for me.

Mr. Ford,

why would a car that uses
a gasoline engine

need a battery?

At present, the engine needs
to be hand-cranked.

It's a problem,
especially for the weaker sex.

Wallensky's battery
was just what I needed

for an electrical ignition.

So it's just
a coincidence then

that by depriving Mr. Pendrick

of Mr. Wallensky
and his battery,

you would also be crushing
your main competitor?

I'm an engineer, Detective.

I build cars.

If I thought the electric car
were superior,

I would build electric cars.

But the fact is,
the gasoline engine is superior.

I've driven
Mr. Pendrick's bullet.

It was very impressive.

I've no doubt of that.

I'm sure it's lightweight,
streamlined?

- Yes, very much so.
- It has to be.

But the gasoline-powered car,
on the other hand,

can weigh a ton
and look like an egg crate,

but it can be driven
1,000 miles,

because all it takes
to keep it going

is another tank
of gasoline,

and gas is cheap,
always will be.

There's an ocean of oil
under the Texan desert.

Does this Henry Ford fellow
look good for it?

I'm not convinced he has
a strong enough motive, sir.

Find out who stands to gain,
and you'll find your killer.

What do I always say, Murdoch?

Follow the money.

Exactly.

Sir.

Sir.

Right.

Crabtree, in my office.

- Uh...
- [sighs]

Well, Crabtree,

give it to me straight.

Is my wife seeing someone?

Sir, I'm afraid
it could be worse than that.

Worse?

Sir, I think
Mrs. Brackenreid...

I think your wife is seeing
a gigolo.

A what?

A gigolo, sir!

A man who is paid to have...

I know what
a bloody gigolo is, Crabtree!

What exactly did you see?

Well, sir...

Your wife arrived at the house
of another man,

and she gave him money
and went inside.

And moments later,
another woman showed up,

and she did the same thing.

Your wife hadn't even left yet.

She's not seeing a gigolo.

Well-well, what then?

One-one
of her charity things probably.

W-well-well,
why lie about it then?

Why, indeed?

Bloody hell.

It's a gambling den.

She's bloody gambling.

[chuckles]

Well, then, I suppose
that's a good thing, sir,

relatively speaking.

I mean, at least
she's not paying a man to-.

Yes, yes, yes, Crabtree.

She gave me such a hard time
about my drinking-.

Temperance League preaching
and all that-.

And here she is sneaking around
and breaking the law.

Mm.

Crabtree,

take two constables
and arrest them.

- Sir?
- The lot of them.

What, even your wife?

Especially the wife.

So what's all this?

Ah, sir, I've been looking
into James Pendrick's company.

Pendrick has been working
on his electric carriage

for the past two years.

He found out
about Wallensky's battery

back in the fall

and offered him a stake
in the company

in exchange
for the patent.

But he still needed capital

to develop and build
the prototype,

and that's where
Douglas Meadows comes in.

Meadows found
four private investors

to put in $20,000 each.

That gave him
the capital necessary

to build the prototype.

Pendrick now wants to take
his company public

in hopes that he will be able
to raise enough capital

to build and sell
the vehicles en masse.

How much are they hoping
to raise?

$1 million.

- [whistles]
- $1 million.

There's a lot of money
riding on this, Murdoch.

It is, indeed.

And Pendrick has gone
into considerable personal debt

to finance this launch, sir.

He's invited
100 potential investors

from all over the continent,
wined and dined them,

and put them all up
at the Queen's Hotel.

So if this public offering
didn't go off on schedule...

Pendrick would be ruined.

Hard to find a stronger motive
than that for killing someone.

[knocking at window]

Oh, excuse me, Murdoch.

There's no need
to be upset.

The inspector just wants
to have a word.

So, ladies, I understand
you've been gambling.

I can see
that some of you

are members
of the Temperance League.

Yet here you are

on the wrong side
of the law.

I've half a mind to lock
you all up for the night.

Oh, Thomas,
stop this nonsense right now.

In this station, you refer
to me as Inspector Brackenreid.

[scoffs]

Crabtree, release them,

except you.

Follow me,
Mrs. Brackenreid.

This is absurd.

We were playing a simple game
of lotto.

It's fun.
There's nothing wrong with it.

Nothing wrong with it?

Nothing wrong with it?

We've been eating potato
and beans for the last month.

A man needs meat, damn it,
red meat!

Well, if that's
your concern,

you can have all the meat
you want now.

- How's that?
- I won.

I won the jackpot.

How much?

$786.

Good God.

So what do you
have to say now?

Bloody hell.

- Do stop swearing.
- We can't keep the money.

- It's ill-gotten gains.
- What?

You broke the law, Margaret,

a law that I'm sworn
to uphold.

I-I didn't think of it
that way.

I've never been
on the other side of the law

from you, Thomas.

Inspector.

- Yes.
- Inspector.

So does this make me
a criminal now?

It does make me look at you
in a different way.

Me too.

James Pendrick isn't
the only one with a stake

in this initial
public offering.

We need to get statements

from each of these four
private investors.

Also, interview all
of the potential investors

that were
at Mr. Pendrick's dinner.

Many of them will be
at the race tomorrow.

We need to find out if
any of them saw James Pendrick

between 7:30 and 8:00
on the night of the murder.

[loud clattering]

[woman laughing]

[clattering
and laughing continue]

Everything all right, sir?

Bloody hell.

Everything's all right, Murdoch.

[laughing]

[determined instrumental music]

That, gentlemen,
is called aerodynamics,

and this,
what you'll notice here-.

The lines
on this thing, all right?

Now, compare that
with the blunt instrument

that Henry Ford would drive.

I hope you don't mind
a little shade, mister.

- Oh.
- Not at all.

I tend to get sweaty
in the midday sun.

In short, more streamlined
than other vehicles.

Like this here...

Sarsapairilla.

Ooh.

No, thank you.

Leslie Barnes.

William Murdoch.

Are you an investor?

Well, let's just say that
I'm an-an interested party.

Perhaps you'll see them
in the future.

Shall we take
a photo, gentlemen?

It's a great pleasure
to have you here with me today.

Great.
Wonderful.

Thank you so much.
Okay, thank you.

[horn honking]

Thank you for coming by.

Here he comes now.
Hello.

[dramatic instrumental music]

♪♪

Thank you for joining us,
Mr. Ford.

Gentlemen,
you're about to witness

a defining moment
in history!

We all know
the automobile is coming.

But what kind of automobile
will it be?

A clean, silent,
electric motor

or a noisy, belching,
gasoline engine?

Henry Ford has said
the electric car can't compete,

that it can't go far enough,

can't go fast enough.

So today
we're gonna race our cars

the 20 miles
to Markham and back.

May the best car win.

[applause]

So who do you think's gonna
win this race, Mr. Murdoch?

Well, I would have to say
Mr. Pendrick.

Course it's gonna
be Pendrick.

This whole race is a show
for would-be investors.

He's not gonna host a race
he can't win.

Then why would Mr. Ford
agree to race?

Well, Henry Ford is incapable
of refusing a challenge.

It's a failing, really...

one that I admire.

[exciting instrumental music]

♪♪

Mr. Pendrick,
what's wrong?

We've all heard the story
of the tortoise and the hare.

Well, today the hare wins.

[laughter]

[applause]

♪♪

What have you, George?

Sir, I spoke
to all four private investors.

I think we can remove them
from suspicion.

They all have alibis?

They no longer
have motive, sir.

They all sold their stakes
in Pendrick's company

two weeks ago
to a man named Barnes.

Leslie Barnes?

You've heard of him?

Excellent work, George.

Now interview all
of the potential investors

that were
at Pendrick's dinner.

Sir.

[dramatic instrumental music]

♪♪

[horn honks]

[horn honking]

[horn honking]

♪♪

Yeah, I bought 'em out.

For what purpose?

Well, I'm trying to take over
Mr. Pendrick's company.

Why?

Well, it's a good product,
but Pendrick's a dreamer,

wants to make the world
a better place.

A company like this needs
a profit-minded man at the helm.

But you only have 45%.

To control the company,
you would've had to have bought

Ivan Wallensky's shares.

Mm, that was my intention.

I offered Ivan $50,000
for his shares.

And what did he say?

He said no.

So I offered him $100,000.

Said he'd think about it.

When did this happen?

About two weeks ago.

Did James Pendrick know?

Well, if he didn't know,
he'd be a fool.

Pendrick is no fool.

[dramatic instrumental music]

♪♪

Higgins!

Sir?

Run out and get me
a bottle of scotch.

Oh, none of that low-end piss.

Get me something
from the Isle of Islay.

That's spelt I-S-L-A-Y.

- Mm?
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, bloody hell.

Hang on a sec.

What happened
to the petty cash?

You spent it
on the last bottle, sir.

Oh.

Hmm.

Sirl.

Have you heard this?

Apparently, Pendrick stopped
at the Markham lunch wagon-.

Completely stopped,
got out of the car,

ordered the soup of the day.

He was only at the halfway mark.

Mr. Pendrick appears to be
putting on quite a show

for his potential investors.

Have you canvassed them?

Uh, Worseley and I took
statements from everybody, sir.

They all concur that Pendrick
was at the investors' dinner.

I see.

However, the dinner
ended at 7:30.

No one recalls
seeing Pendrick after that.

Mr. Pendrick knew
that Ivan Wallensky

could collapse his deal.

So in his electric car,

he could've made it
to Wallensky's house

and killed him
before 8:00.

Motive and opportunity, George.

Here they come!

Ford's in the lead!

[dramatic instrumental music]

♪♪

Here comes Pendrick!

♪♪

[horn honking]

[cheers and applause]

♪♪

[laughs]

We did it.
We did it.

Out of the way.

- Yes.
- Excuse us.

Out of the way.

Congratulations,
Mr. Pendrick.

Thank you, Detective.

I'm placing you
under arrest

for the murder
of Ivan Wallensky.

♪♪

Am I to understand
an arrest has been made

in my father's murder?

Yes, I believe
they've arrested James Pendrick.

You're making
a mistake, Murdoch.

You bastard!

You think that you could kill
my father and get away with it?

- I didn't kill anyone.
- Mr. Wallensky...

I'm gonna ruin you, Pendrick.

I'm selling my father's shares
to man named Leslie Barnes!

Ever heard of him?

Get him out of here.

I'm gonna see you ruined!

Right this way, Mr. Pendrick.

You are aware of Barnes' offer
to buy Ivan's shares?

Mr. Pendrick?

For God's sakes,
I have an alibi!

No one at the dinner
recalls seeing you

after 7:30, Mr. Pendrick.

And as you demonstrated today,

you had more than enough time
to make it

to Ivan Wallensky's house
before 8:00

in your electric car.

Detective, please.

I have to attend
to business

before Ivan's son
does irreparable damage

to my company.

If you keep me in custody,
I could lose everything.

The only person who's lost
everything in this matter,

Mr. Pendrick,
is Mr. Wallensky.

[sighs]

Hmm.

You owe it to yourself,
Thomas S. Brackenreid.

[chuckles]

[pensive instrumental music]

♪♪

Sod it.

[people talking indistinctly]

♪♪

[sighs]
Bloody hell.

Sir, as per your request,

I looked into Leslie Barnes'
recent dealings.

And?

It was all very obscure,
but I did discover

he's the president
of a holding company.

What do they have
holdings in?

Mostly assets
in the transportation sector

including a stake in
the Detroit Automobile Company.

That's Henry Ford's company.

Very interesting.

Well, I thought so
as well, sir.

I've taken the liberty
of asking him in.

[wry instrumental music]

When I was an engineer
at Edison,

we needed investors for
our gasoline-powered automobile.

Barnes was one of the people
who showed interest.

At the time, he was working
for an oil consortium.

- Oil.
- Makes sense.

My automobiles need gasoline.

The oil companies
would only be too happy

to see my cars on every street
in this continent.

So why then invest
in an electric car?

Perhaps he's hedging his bets.

Mr. Pendrick.

You're aware that Leslie Barnes
was attempting

to take a controlling interest
in your company,

but do you know
who Mr. Barnes represents?

Private clients
looking to get rich.

Oil companies, Mr. Pendrick,

some of the biggest.

- [hoarsely]
- Oil.

Now, why would
an oil consortium

want to take a controlling
interest in your company?

[grunts]

Stop!

Pendrick!

[suspenseful orchestral music]

♪♪

♪♪

No.

No!
Come on!

Come on!
Come on!

[grunts]

♪♪

I have to stop them.

- Ooh.
- Mr. Pendrick.

An oil consortium won't want
to build my electric car.

They want to destroy it.

[grim orchestral music]

♪♪

Et tu, Douglas?

This whole time,
you were working for them?

Sorry, James.

It's just business.

Ah.

Mr. Pendrick.

Put down the gun.

And allow this travesty
to proceed?

I think not.

You so much as put a mark
on that contract,

I will stain it
with your blood.

Ironic, isn't it?

If you hadn't killed
my father,

these shares
wouldn't be mine to sell.

Asitis...

- Touche.
- [cocks gun]

- No!
- No!

[grunts]

Enough!

Mr. Pendrick,
a man has already been murdered.

And I believe his killer is
in this room.

I swear by God,
I didn't kill Ivan.

No, Mr. Pendrick,
and I believe you.

What?

Ivan Wallensky

wouldn't sell his shares
to Mr. Barnes.

Instead, he tried to sue you

for a larger stake
in the company.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Pendrick?

Yes.

So then why kill the man
who wouldn't sell

when his shares
would've been inherited

by the son who would

unless you were the buyer?

Now, hold on a second.

Are you suggesting...

Mr. Barnes, you told me
the last conversation you had

with Ivan Wallensky
was two weeks ago.

That is the absolute truth.

Where did this conversation
take place?

In his workshop.

And that was the last time
you spoke with him.

That's right.

Well, then, Mr. Barnes,
tell me,

why did I find your brand
of cigar in the ashtray

in Ivan Wallensky's house
two weeks later?

- Oh, my goodness.
- I didn't even see that.

What kind of housekeeper am I?

Mrs. Chalmers.

Evidence.

You were there the night
Ivan Wallensky was murdered,

weren't you?

I was.

But I did not speak to Ivan.

Well, then.

Who did you have
a conversation with?

Yes, we met!

What of it?

What was the conversation
about, Mr. Barnes?

I was trying to convince
Alexander to persuade his father

to accept my offer.

Well.

Strange, then,
that when we first spoke,

you told me
you knew nothing

about your father's
business affairs.

You did try to convince him,
didn't you?

Listen to me.

$100,000.

That's a lot of money.

You would've inherited
all of it.

You would've been
a rich man.

But your father refused
to sell.

[choking]

He was my friend.

That's enough, Mr. Pendrick.

At least Alexander
won't be able to profit

from his father's death.

Doesn't matter.

The deal he signed with
Leslie Barnes is still valid.

What about your company's
initial public offering?

Barnes and his oil consortium

own a controlling interest
in my company.

There won't be
a public offering.

All they wanted was
Ivan's battery patent,

which they'll now let
collect dust.

Until the internal combustion
engine reigns supreme.

[sighs deeply]

They ruined me, Murdoch.

They won,
and I've lost everything.

I'm so sorry,
Mr. Pendrick.

Soaml.

It would've worked, Murdoch.

It would've changed the future.

I've yet to crack the seal.

Sir, just replace
the difference

from your earnings

and send the money
to City Treasury.

I don't want to do that.

Margaret won that money
fair and square,

and I'll be damned
if I'm gonna see it disappear

in some ledger book
at City Hall.

It's what's required
by law.

Bugger the law.

I'm gonna put the money
into a fund

for the widows and orphans
of the Constabulary.

Any objections?

No, that seems like
a fair compromise.

Ah, Crabtree.

Sir, here's a list of stocks

that I've invested
a few of my extra pennies with.

I've added Mr. Ford's company
and Standard Oil.

I think they'll both do
quite well.

You're investing the money
from the widows and orphans fund

in the stock market?

Coca-Cola.

- Oh, very refreshing, sir.
- I suggest you try it.

George, you're investing
in the fortunes

of a soft drink company

over the security
of a Canadian government bond?

That's folly, George.

"Business Machines,
Bell Telephone,

General Electric?"

These are gambles.

Yes, but it's legal gambling,
isn't it?

Well, I'll stick
with my bonds.

I'll stick with my stocks
for now.

We'll see how it pans out.

Invest how you think best,
Crabtree.

Right.

I'm off to meet Margaret
for dinner.

How do I look?

How do you look?

How do I look?

Uh, positively dashing, sir.

- Ah.
- Very good.

Well, good evening, gentlemen.

Dashing.

Good one, George.

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