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- Who knew?
- I can't believe it! [ Laughs]

Come on.
You promised.

[Laughs]

I will show you...
if you don't tell anyone.

Who would I tell, Freddie?

[Laughs]

[ Laughs, gasps 1

Well...

As I promised.

The magnificent
Vital Motion Plus.

Hm.

Here.
Try it out.

Oh, I don't know.

It's harmless, my dear.
Totally harmless.

Actually, it will do you
a power of good.

How does it do a person good,
Freddie?

You need not worry about
the principle of the thing.

Just hop in.

Are you sure?

You won't regret it.

I promise.

But to experience
the real benefits,

the electrodes...
should be applied next to flesh.

Oh.

If you dare, my beauty.

[Machine humming]

You really know how to persuade
a woman.

[ Chuckles ]

DR. OGDEN:
Tea?

Yes, please.

[ Knock on door]

Come in.

[ Door opens, closes ]

George.

Doctor.
Sir.

Morning, George.

What wonderful digs.

Look at this splendid view
of the city.

Thank you, George.

What brings you here
this morning?

Oh, sir.
Pardon the interruption.

Uh, you're needed.
There's been a murder.

Oh, I see.

I'll fetch my bicycle
from the hotel stables

and meet you at the scene.

Well, you shouldn't need
your bicycle, sir.

The murder was here --
in Room 206.

When was the body found?

Early this morning, by a maid.

She's quite distraught,
apparently.

Sir, the victim appears
to have been electrocuted.

Some unfortunate mishap.

Well, that would account for
the power outage

we experienced last night.

And if that is the case,

the time of death would be
shortly before midnight.

What do we know
about the victim, George?

His name is
Frederick Longfellow.

From his effects, it seems he's
a businessman and a scientist.

He's in Toronto for the big
medical exhibition and emporium

that opens today.

I believe this device is
the thing he's trying to sell.

I found a registration form
in his room.

This isn't his room?

Well, I found a-a key
in his pocket for 209.

All right, then.

Search this room,
and leave the body in the device

for Dr. Grace to examine
at the morgue.

Sir.

Mr. Mansfield?

Good morning, Detective.

Morning.

Uh, your mail, sir.

Yes.

[Clears throat]

Thank you.

Terrible business upstairs.

All in all, too much excitement
for one night.

- Wouldn't you say?
Jndeed.

I need to know
who Room 206 was registered to.

Mm.
[Clears throat]

Strange.

The page has been torn out.

I'll need to take this.

Yes. Yes.
Of course.

I'm glad you're in charge, sir.

I should, urn...

I...

ls something wrong,
Mr. Mansfield?

For your ears only, Detective.

Of course.

Mr. Longfellow came to the hotel
last night

in the company of a woman.

Now, a respectable establishment
such as ours

frowns upon a gentleman
escorting a woman to his room.

However, Mr. Longfellow
slipped me a sizable sum

to look the other way.

Did you see his companion?

Yes, I did.

Can you describe her?

She was a striking woman.

Jet-black hair.

Almost exotic.

And you're quite sure
he was electrocuted?

He absolutely was.

His heart had stopped.

It would seem this machine
killed him.

These burn marks match
the oval shape

of the electrodes
on the machine.

Hmm.

[Machine humming]

Well, that's odd.

What's that?

This current isn't enough
to kill anyone.

It's perfectly safe.

I'll have to take it
for further testing.

-[ Humming intensifies]
- DR. GRACE: Oh.

Oh, my.

Edna.

- Oh.
- What brings you to the station?

Well, I wanted to ask a favor
of you.

For Simon.

[ Sighs]
What's he done now?

Oh. No.
Nothing like that.

He's expressed this interest

to go to the Traveling
Medical Emporium.

Oh.

Somewhat morbid, I guess,
but I'm trying to encourage

all law-abiding interests
in the boy.

Well, how can I help?

Well, I've been offered a job
that I can't turn down.

So you'd like me to take him?

Yes.

Edna, does Simon find it odd

that we spend time together
while...

I mean, he doesn't know
his father is dead yet.

I do know that I have to
tell him. I...

I'm just waiting
for the right moment.

Do you want to take him?

Yes.
Of course.

I'd be happy to.

Thank you, George.

[ Shutter clicks]

[ Shutter clicks]

George, were you able to find
any fingermarks in Room 206?

Yes, sir.
I'm cataloging them now.

It may take some time before I
figure out who they belong to.

Please pull up Thomas Edison's
fingermarks from our records.

- Edison, sir?
- Yes, George.

Room 206 was registered
to Thomas Edison.

Hm.

Sorry I'm late.

What have I missed?

We are debating how we best
persuade the good men of Toronto

to cast their votes
for the fairer sex.

Hello.
I'm Lillian Moss.

Margaret has attracted me
to your cause.

Pleased.
I'm Emily Grace.

Another doctor, Lillian.
Emily is the city coroner.

I'm already flattered
by the company I'm keeping.

DR. OGDEN: Don't sell yourself
short, Lillian.

You've already been
of great service.

Lillian is a fellow member
of the Socialist League.

They've offered to run Julia
as a candidate.

Am I not too well heeled
for the socialists?

What about the Liberal Party?

A woman as a Liberal candidate?
In Ontario? Never.

Perhaps I should run
as an independent,

unfettered by affiliation.

Are you sure, Dr. Ogden?

I think I am.

My uncle is sympathetic and a
prominent Masonic lodge member.

He's keen to meet you.

A Socialist with connections
to the Masons, no less.

I've learned to get ahead
in this world,

you take friends
no matter where you find them.

And I'm much more interested
in women

than I am
in society's conventions.

DR. OGDEN:
Macaroon?

Mm.

Excellent roast beef, Mr. Mayor.

And the Yorkshire pudding
was spectacular.

You can always count on
a Mason meeting for a good lunch

and a dollop of gossip,
Braokenreid --

some of which falls
in your bailiwick, I believe.

Really?

Your detective.
Uh, the Catholic?

Murdoch.
What about him?

I hear his wife has some notion
of running for office.

Ludicrous idea.

Not good for him,
her breaking the law.

Last thing your boy needs.

Is she breaking the law?

Not the letter, I gather,
but certainly the intent.

Have a word.

He's gaining a reputation.

You mean she is.

No difference.

They are man and wife,
are they not?

Good day.

Sir.

The hotel room was registered
to Thomas Edison.

Thomas Edison?
Seriously?

What's he doing in Toronto?

I have no idea, but it stands --

He's not here for that medical
carry-on, surely.

That thing's
only one step removed

from those traveling
medicine shows

-and their snake-oil salesmen.
- CRABTREE: Sirs.

- What have you, George?
- You were right, sir.

Edison's fingermarks were
in Room 206.

What's more is they were
all over that contraption.

Longfellow electrocuted

and Edison knowing a thing
or two about electricity.

Makes sense.

Except for the murder bit.

Have Longfellow and Edison

-ever crossed paths before?
- They did, sir.

They had a business relationship
of sorts a couple of years ago.

I'm still looking into
the details.

BRACKENREID:
Business partners.

That's never been motive
for murder before.

Time to have a word
with the gent.

Carry on.

[ Indistinct conversations]

[ Motor whirring]

Oh, Mr. Edison.

Detective Murdoch.

What can I do for you?

I'm here to bring you in
for questioning

regarding the murder
of your former partner.

Mr. Longfellow was found
electrocuted in your hotel room,

your fingermarks
on the murder weapon.

That was not my hotel room.

Your signature
is in the register.

Did you remove the page
to conceal your involvement?

It was not my hotel room.

Sir, I have your signature.

I demand your cooperation.

That's not my signature.

It's my son's --
Thomas Alva Edison Jr.

My son has learned to copy
my signature rather well.

It can be quite convenient to be
mistaken for your famous father.

He adds "Jr."
as an afterthought.

Considerate.

Mr. Edison,
why were your fingermarks found

on the electrical device?

I was in Room 206.

I saw Longfellow.

He was already dead.

What time was this?

After midnight.
12:30.

Why did you not report
the murder?

What would be the point?

You felt no obligation?

No.

Or perhaps you didn't

because you thought your son
responsible.

That's why you tore the page
from the register --

to protect him.

My son is capable
of many things, but not murder.

What was the nature
of your relationship

with Frederick Longfellow?

He would bring me inventions,

hoping the Edison Company
would invest

in their commercialization.

Most of these were useless.

Yet you still formed a company
with him.

Why was that?

One invention had merit.

A new light-bulb filament.

Longfellow and I formed
a company to patent it

two years ago.

Last time I saw him.

Anything else?

Yes, Mr. Edison.

Why are you in Toronto?

I'm looking for my son.

Oh.

Well, then. It seems
our interests have converged.

Where might we find him?

I believe he is working for
the traveling medical emporium.

He's paid by so-called inventors

to lend the Edison name
to their useless products,

sullying my reputation
in the process.

[ Door closes ]

Dr. Grace.

Miss Moss.

Lillian, please.

I hope I'm not intruding.

I don't think you're disturbing
anyone.

[ Chuckles ]

I came to tell you
that Dr. Ogden made

a very good impression
with my uncle.

She has his vote, though I'm not
sure about his fellow Masons.

Julia is very impressive

and has always been
an inspiration to me.

You're a doctor as well.

You're both inspirations.

Could I take you for tea?

Oh.
I'd be delighted.

[ Indistinct conversations]

Simon, look at this.

Look

Oh.
Sorry.

MAN:
Arthritis. Catarrh.

Ailments of the blood,
the spleen, and liver.

The Magma-Electric Vitalizer
aids in all manner of illness.

And you can surely trust
a product

endorsed by Thomas Alva Edison.

EDISON JR.: I've personally
examined the Vitalizer

and indeed tried it,
with excellent results.

I warrant it is safe...

Thomas Edison
is a famous inventor.

This must be his son following
in his footsteps.

My father was a blacksmith
before he went off to the war.

That's an admirable trade.

I used to watch him work.

Do you think you'll follow
in his path?

Me? No.

It's too hot and sweaty.

And where's the money
in forging horseshoes?

I see more hair growth,
even on my youthful head,

as a result of daily use.

And a finer head of hair
I have yet to see, Mr. Edison.

Step up.
Who wants one?

- Oh, here!
-l'll take one!

Look at this.

Look at this arm!

Aha.

This device is a modern marvel,

one that can complete
complex tasks

a cosmetic prosthetic cannot.

[ Chuckles ]

See how the hand moves
like that, Simon?

It's like an automaton.

Nobody would mess about with me
if I had an arm like that.

I'd be a mechanical man.

Yes.
But think about it.

You would have to cut off one of
your perfectly good limbs off.

Well, so what? The electrical
arm is far more useful.

A tool, a...a deadly weapon
as part of your own body.

I suppose
it might come in "handy."

[Laughs]

What would you rather cut off,
Constable --

your left or your right arm?

Well, see, you'd think the left,
because I'm right-handed,

but there are a lot of variables
you need to consider.

For example...

I'm sure it's what you need,

and perhaps your hair is fine
for the moment.

Excuse me.
Mr. Edison Jr.?

Yes.

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

-I'd like to have a word.
- Of course.

What is this about, Detective?

Where were you last night?

Last night?

I believe I was in a tavern.

Who were you with?

Mr. McBride, whom I work with.

Mr. Rico from the booth
across the way also joined us.

What of it?

What's going on?

A-A misunderstanding,
I'm quite sure.

Tell the detective where I was
last night, Mr. McBride.

Rico and I took him out
drinking.

I was persuading him
to come work with me

and not that charlatan
Longfellow.

Until what hour?

I'd say Mr. Edison here
staggered out of the tavern

around 11:00 --
just before, perhaps.

Well oiled, too.
Singing and carrying on.

As I told you.

Mr. Edison,
I'd like you to accompany me

to the station house, please.

Is that -- ls that necessary?

Yes.
Yes, it is.

Thank you for coming in,
Dr. Ogden.

- You wanted to speak to me?
- Yes. Yes, I do.

Please have a seat.

[ Exhales deeply]

At the Masonic lunch,
there was talk

about you being a candidate
at the provincial election.

I trust I can count
on your support, Inspector.

A word in your ear, Doctor.

It's already caused
quite a stir.

That's exactly our intention.
What we hope is --

There'll be serious
consequences.

Naturally.

Any attempt by women
to raise their voices

beyond a polite murmur
is a challenge to almost --

It's not the "woman's right
to vote" claptrap

that I'm talking about,

although I am happy to offer
an opinion on another occasion.

No.
This is about Murdoch.

William and I have discussed
my decision.

He completely understands.

I'm not sure he does.

Inspector, what is this about?

Now that you're married, Doctor,
the world sees you differently.

You're his property.

And whether you like it or not,
your actions are his actions.

That is not how William and I
view our marriage,

-as you well know.
- Listen to me.

You making a public spectacle
of yourself

will not sit well with Murdoch's
political masters.

And legitimately standing
for political office

is not a spectacle, sir.

Oh, for God's sake, woman.

Be realistic for once.

This is none of your affair,
Inspector.

[ Door slams]

[Telephone ringing ]

Mr. Edison, how did you know
Frederick Longfellow?

I lent the Edison name
to his latest invention,

the Vital Motion Plus.

Mm.
And when did you last see him?

Yesterday.

I left him
at the exhibition hall

before I met up with McBride
and Rico.

Yes.
You work for Mr. McBride now.

Why is that?

My name sells their products
like hotcakes.

Frederick was not giving me
the respect I felt I deserved,

so I took McBride's offer.

Detective, why are you asking me
these questions?

Frederick Longfellow was found
murdered in your hotel room.

M-My hotel room?

That's im--
That's impossible.

EDISON SR.: Out of my way.
Do you know who I am?

Is my son under arrest?

MURDOCH:
Mr. Edison.

He's assisting me
with my inquiries.

Then I trust
you'll have no objection

to me joining your interview.

Come on.
Chop-chop.

[ Door closes ]

Thomas.

Father.

This is bewildering.
I --

Just answer
the detective's questions.

Mr. Edison, how did
your fingermarks come to be

on Mr. Longfellow's device?

What of it?

Well, the man was electrocuted
by his own invention.

So I ask again -- How did your
fingermarks come to be on it?

The thing was in his room.
Of course he touched it.

Before we left for the
exhibition hall last evening,

I examined the Vital Motion Plus
quite thoroughly.

I do not lend my name

without knowing what it is
I'm endorsing.

Mm.

How does the Vital Motion Plus
work?

A mild current runs through
the electrodes.

L-I actually gave Frederick
a couple of suggestions

to improve the machine's
potency.

- Don't make things worse.
- But the man thought

-he knew better than an Edison.
- That machine is a sham.

Did you learn nothing from me,
boy?

I am no longer
in my short trousers, Father.

I can make my own decisions.

Yes. And destroy the good name
of Edison in the process.

Gentlemen, If I may.

Mr. Edison Jr.,

where did you go after you left
Mr. McBride and Mr. Rico?

I actually don't remember.

For God's sake.

I was in the land of drink, sir.

I'm ashamed to say that
this is not the first occasion

I've lost time to the bottle.

Be quiet.

You don't know
what you are saying.

Land sakes, Father.
I can handle this.

I don't need you interfering.

Gentlemen, please.

Don't you have
somewhere important to be?

A patent to file, perhaps?

If there's nothing further,
we're leaving.

Thomas, come.

You'll be hearing
from our lawyer, Detective.

Detective.

I extracted these fibers
from the victim's mouth.

A cotton cloth of some kind
was stuffed in his mouth

and then removed.

A handkerchief?

There is a second color of fiber
which would suggest

-a monogram.
- A monogram.

Mr. Edison.

Mr. Edison, uh,
a question if you will.

Me?

Yes.

It would appear
that you were the first person

to see Frederick Longfellow
after his death.

What was in his mouth?

I don't recall there being
anything.

You're lying.
Answer the question.

I don't see how this has
anything to do --

What are you trying to hide,
Mr. Edison?

What evidence did you remove
from the scene of the crime?

That is preposterous.

Detective.

MURDOCH:
Well, well, well.

It would seem
I have to arrest you

for the murder
of Frederick Longfellow.

EDISON JR.:
No need.

- That's my handkerchief.
- Thomas.

I must have misplaced it
somehow.

Misplaced.

I see.

I have no doubt
that these fibers,

which were found
in Frederick Longfellow's mouth,

will match those
of this handkerchief.

Mr. Edison Jr.,
I'm afraid I must detain you

on suspicion of murder.

CRABTREE: Sir, why did you
not charge Edison Jr.?

Because it troubles me
that I can't figure out

what caused the deadly current
that killed Longfellow.

All these connections
appear to be in order.

When I was at
the medical exhibition, sir,

I saw a prosthetic hand
that ran on electricity.

Fully functional?

Yes, sir.

Must be the work
of a great scientific mind.

Sir, it was uncanny.

I wonder if the future will
allow for electronic body parts

to replace our hands or hair
or...

Hair?

Well, yes, sir.
A toupee of sorts.

But if you were frightened,

an electric charge
would cause it to stand on end.

Aha!

George.
Have a look right here.

A piece of frayed cloth
that matches the sheathing...

...on the AC wire that comes in
this side of the transformer.

You think it was disconnected?

I believe so.

That would certainly bypass
the transformer.

So it must have been
reconnected.

But not before delivering
the deadly current

that killed Longfellow.

Mr. Edison,
I have a few more questions.

Detective, I-l don't know

how that handkerchief
got in Frederick's mouth.

You really have no recollection
of where you went that night?

None at all.

I woke up in a tavern
in the west end

the morning I was to appear
at the exhibition.

Certainly not
a convincing alibi.

It's the only one I have.

Right, then.

The Vital Motion Plus requires
a transformer --

Of course.

You cannot shoot direct current
into a machine like that.

You'll electrocute the user.

Direct current?

Don't you mean
alternating current?

Really, Detective.
"Direct" means directly.

Clearly more powerful
than a current

that goes back and forth.

Even someone with a rudimentary
knowledge of electricity

knows that.

I believe you may have this
confused, Mr. Edison.

A rectifier converts alternating
current to direct current.

A transformer simply changes
the voltage.

Does it?

Are you sure?

Quite sure.

To tell the truth,

I never really grasped
the fundamentals of electricity.

But there's no need
to share that with my father,

is there, Detective?

He might be, shall we say,
disappointed.

I trust you got everything
sorted, Murdoch.

Sir, I've interviewed Edison Jr.
and --

I meant with your wife,
the good doctor.

CRABTREE:
Sirs.

What have you, George?

Edison Jr. has endorsed
various devices --

my favorite being the solid gold
Wizard Fountain Pen --

but nothing seems to warrant
a dispute with Longfellow

worthy of murder.

Could be over anything.

Junior's touting
for another inventor now.

Isn't that enough?

Sir, I now don't think
that he's our man.

The murder was committed

by skillfully bypassing elements
of the transformer.

I don't think Edison Jr. had the
technical know-how to do that.

Well, what about the evidence
against him?

The dead man was killed
in his room.

Fingermarks all over
the machine.

And Junior's handkerchief was
stuffed in the victim's mouth.

All very convenient.

What about this mystery lady
last seen with Longfellow?

Any luck tracking her down?

By the clerk's account,
dark hair, exotic.

Perhaps a lady of the night.

We're circulating
her description now.

A needle
in the proverbial haystack.

Anyway, that's enough for today,
gentlemen.

Some of us have got wives
to go home to.

I don't know why the inspector
felt the need to interfere.

I felt as though
I was in front of the headmaster

to account for my naughtiness.

- Mr. Mansfield.
- Evening, Detective Murdoch.

That's what you get for asking
him to walk you down the aisle.

- Unwanted fatherly advice.
- You should have heard him.

"Your actions are his actions."

Am I to be forever hamstrung

by such a backward view
of marriage?

Let's not let society
constrain us, Julia,

no matter what the consequences.

We're a modern couple
living in a modern world.

Absolutely.

But what consequences
do you mean?

Will you be censured
if I run for election?

Oh, tongues will wag.

Ancient history
will be dragged up.

But your position
is not in jeopardy, surely.

I'll steel myself
for a strong talking-to

by the chief constable.

There'll be veiled warnings.

Warnings?
They might dismiss you?

Oh, I-l didn't say that.

Well, that's ridiculous.

My reputation
stands for something.

And I'm sure the inspector will
back me if it comes to that.

William, you should not be put
in that position.

Oh, Julia,
we're husband and wife.

We stand together,
no matter what comes our way.

[ Door opens]

I won't be charging your son
with murder just yet.

Oh.
That's a relief.

Why not?

I believe he's been set up.

Who would do that?

I was about to ask you
that very question.

Ah.

My son has never been
particularly discriminating

about the company he keeps.

I don't know why, but the boy
has never applied himself.

He's been lackadaisical
since his school days.

- Well, that must be frustrating.
- Frustrating?

I'm at my wits' end.

Sorry I can't help you,
Detective.

Do you have any other leads?

Yes.

We're looking for the woman

that was last seen
with Mr. Longfellow.

Quite likely a prostitute.

[ Chuckles ]
That woman was no prostitute.

I can assure you of that.

Why do you say that?

Longfellow was too cheap
to pay for a woman.

At the beginning
of any exhibition,

he'd find himself a pretty young
demonstrator to consort with.

Then he'd drop her
like a hot potato

when the next crop
of young girls came by.

Dreadful habit.

[ Indistinct conversations]

Sir, while these ladies
are quite fetching,

none of them really match
the description

of our mystery woman.

Right.
I suggest we split up, George.

You take this side
of the pavilion.

Sir.

Detective.

When will I get Thomas Edison
back?

My sales have plummeted
without him.

Mr. Edison is currently a guest
of Station House Number Four

and will remain as such until
this investigation is concluded.

Then what are you lot doing
wandering around here?

- Sir.
- Just a moment, George.

Actually, we're looking for
a woman who was seen

-with Mr. Longfellow.
- Sir.

Perhaps an employee
of the emporium.

Sir, she's right there.

Oh.

Good work, George.

This tincture is guaranteed
to heal all small cuts

and aid in the removal of warts
and other blemishes.

[ Clears throat ]
Excuse me, miss.

Detective Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

What can I do for you?

What is your name?

Anna Rico.

Miss Rico.
You are Mr. Rico's daughter?

Yes.

Why are you not working
at his booth?

I am employed by the emporium,
not just one booth owner.

Ah.

You knew Frederick Longfellow?

Yes. I met him
when he was setting up here.

Such terrible news.

You were seen with him
the night he died.

He took me for dinner.

And then?

He suggested a nightcap
at his hotel.

And you went?

He seemed to be a gentleman,

and I suppose I was flattered
by the attention.

What happened
once you were at the hotel?

Frederick tipped the hotel clerk
to look the other way,

and we went up to the rooms.

He wanted to show me something.

MAN:
Anna?

Detective.

What is happening?

I have a few questions
for Miss Rico.

What kind of questions?

L-I should get back to work,
if you don't mind.

Please, Miss Rico, continue.

Speak up, Anna.

We walked into a hotel room.

The machine he had invented
was there.

He wanted to show it to you.

I think rather he was trying to
seduce me.

I'm sorry, Papa.

L-I should not have gone
that night.

What happened after that?

Well, I was about to get into
the machine.

There was a knock at the door.

Another man came in.
He was very drunk.

I began to think
it was not such a good idea

to be in a hotel room
with two men, so I left.

This man that came
to the hotel --

Would you recognize him?

Answer, Anna.

You have to tell the detective
everything you know.

Yes.
I recognized him.

He works here at the exhibition.

Who is he?

Thomas Edison Jr.

In light
of this new information,

your son will have to remain
in custody, Mr. Edison.

I see.

I've arranged for a good lawyer.

Uh, would you like to see him?

I don't think so.

It's a matter for the courts
now.

It's a hard pill to swallow,

discovering your son's
a murderer.

Sir, I'm convinced
there's more to this.

You can't argue
with the evidence

now that there's an eyewitness.

Are you sure you're not being
blinded by his pedigree?

Sir, there are several
possibilities.

For example,

Anna Rico also works for
Mr. McBride, Longfellow's rival.

The two of them
could be up to something.

Have Crabtree see
what he can come up with on her,

though I doubt you will find
anything.

Sometimes it's just
what's in front of you.

Sir.

Murdoch, did my word
with the doctor sink in?

Julia told me
you spoke with her.

Good.
So it's sorted.

Very much so.

I fully support
her decision to run.

I'm gonna give this to you
straight, Murdoch.

Your wife's actions
are jeopardizing your position

within the constabulary.

Sir, the world is changing.

So I'm bloody told.

I know you've married
a firebrand

and she's the persuasive type,
but you're her husband.

What you say goes.

Wear the trousers for once, man.

This matter is closed.

I'll look into Anna Rico
for you, sir.

We could have a poster of Julia
dressed as Liberty.

Oh, come on. You don't like
the idea of Liberty?

It's stirring.

Very Boadicea, et al.

A female warrior.
That I like.

A warrior princess.

Oh, now, she doesn't have to be
a princess.

Emily.
Hello.

Miss Moss.

- Am I interrupting?
- Not at all.

We were just going over
some ideas for your publicity.

Is something wrong?

Actually, I came to tell you I'm
withdrawing from the election.

- What?
- I think it's for the best.

I bring a lot of controversy
with me.

Why does that matter?
It's about taking a stand.

I really feel quite strongly
about this, Emily.

I'm not the right candidate.

Will you give us a moment?

Julia.

Why are you giving up so easily?

I'm not giving up.

It just need not be me
on the campaign poster.

This is about the detective,
isn't it?

Let me guess.
He doesn't approve.

On the contrary.

He completely supports
my running.

He's almost more enthusiastic
than I am.

Then what is the problem?

What I do directly impacts
upon William.

I have to take that
into consideration.

If you weren't married to him,
what would you do?

Emily...

...this matter is closed.

[ Door closes ]

When a woman marries,
she loses a piece of herself.

So it seems.

I do know a place
that will serve a woman

a good stiff drink.

Then I would like to know
where that place is.

Anna Rico?

I don't know any Anna Rico.

What are you asking me for?

She claims you arrived
at the hotel room

not half an hour before
Mr. Longfellow was murdered.

Why would a woman I've never met
lie about me?

[Sighs]

I must have been there.

Maybe I am your killer,
Detective.

Well, the evidence certainly
points towards you, Mr. Edison.

Are you sure
you remember nothing?

Sadly, I don't.

Has my father asked about me?

He hasn't visited.

He's arranged for a good lawyer
for you.

Of course he has.

He wouldn't want the Edison name
sullied.

Sir, I've been doing that search
you asked for.

Rico.
It's an uncommon surname.

But I found a court document
filed a couple of years ago

by a Georgia Rico.

- Georgio Rico?
- Yes, sir.

But it was witnessed
by his sister Anna.

Now, as it turns out,

Georgia Rico was trying to
win back a patent

for this long-lasting
light-bulb filament.

He was suing
Frederick Longfellow, sir,

and Mr. Edison Sr.

Of course I remember Georgie.

Good brain.

Longfellow brought me
his filament invention.

- And you patented it.
- Yes.

Longfellow and I formed
a company

and put it into production.

Very successful it was, too.

And Mr. Rico's involvement?

The young man was remunerated
for his work,

but he did not grasp
the business side of things.

Hence the lawsuit.

Do you know where we might be
able to find him?

Sadly, there was a tragic end
after the lawsuit failed.

Suicide, I understand.

A shame, really.

The lad had talent.

Gentlemen.

I almost feel sorry for Junior,
with a father like that.

With her brother's tragic death
after a failed lawsuit,

that would certainly give
Anna Rico motive for murder.

It would indeed.

Sirs, I spoke to Mr. Mansfield,
the desk clerk.

He confirms that Anna Rico
was in the hotel lobby

at the time of the power outage,
at quarter to midnight.

He didn't see anybody else of
note coming or going that night.

Thank you, George.

So she's not our murderer.

Edison Jr. did it.

Well, sir,
there is another possibility.

Anna Rico could be involved.

How?

Well, she could easily
have lured Longfellow

into his machine,

once strapped in, let
someone else into the room --

someone who may have had reason
to want Longfellow dead.

Why frame Edison Jr.?

He had nothing to do
with the business dealings

that caused
the brother's suicide.

That was Edison Sr.

Sir, if you want to truly punish
a man...

You take his son.

Mr. Rico, you took advantage
of Edison's weakness for drink,

knowing that he would remember
nothing.

Your daughter Anna
let you into the room,

where you rigged the machine
to electrocute Longfellow,

leaving behind a trail of clues
you know we would find,

including an eyewitness.

Why, Mr. Rico?

Georgia.

He was a genius.

I joined
the traveling exhibition,

selling my wares like
a common showman to support him.

He took over my workshop.

The electrical limb
was his invention.

The filament for the light bulb
was another.

His life was just beginning

when it was cut short
by the greed of those men.

Mr. Rico, you are under arrest
for murder.

You.!

You would have seen my son hang
for murder!

You killed mine.

What?!
I did no such thing!

You took his life

as much as if you had tied the
rope around his neck yourself.

Why my son?

Why not me?

I wanted you to know how I feel.

To grow old without
your beloved boy at your side.

What greater pain can there be
than to lose one's son?

Take me away, Detective.

I am ready.

Mr. Edison, you're free to go.

Thank you, Detective.

Goodbye, Father.

I would like to wish you well.

Then so do.
ls it so hard?

Have you learned nothing
from your time in the cells?

Yes. That my father
would leave me there to rot.

Patently untrue.
Tell him, Detective --

Gentlemen,
given the tragic circumstances

surrounding this case,
perhaps it would be a good idea

for you to come to some sort
of civilized arrangement.

I can see no way forward

while the boy insists on using
the Edison name

to endorse worthless products.

I have to live.

I cannot do so
without an income.

What do you suggest that I do?

If you had paid attention
at school --

Perhaps I could help find
a compromise

that's acceptable
to both parties.

Like What?

[Clears throat]

Perhaps Mr. Edison Jr.
would be willing

to not use the family name
in business

in exchange
for a monthly stipend.

That might be acceptable.

How healthy a stipend?

I'll have the details drawn up.

Good day, Detective.

I'm sorry things couldn't end
on a --

Now I am no longer shackled
to the Edison name,

what do you think
of Thomas Willard?

That's a perfectly good name.

Perhaps Burton Willard has
more authority.

Also good.

Burton Willard.

I can see that name
splashed across a billboard.

What an odd pair
the Edisons turned out to be.

Not what you expect
a famous father and son

to be like at all.

There's no telling, is there?

You never really know

what the private lives
of public figures are like.

I suppose not.
Who knows?

Maybe young Edison will end up
on a career path

that doesn't step on
his father's.

Maybe he'll be a-a beekeeper
or something.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, from what you describe,

it doesn't seem as though he'll
succeed at much of anything.

Oh. I just want to step in here
for a moment.

- You two go on.
- All right.

Do you think Mr. Edison Jr.
will miss his father?

I suspect he might, you know.
Who knows?

Maybe the two will mellow out
over the next few years.

[Calliope music playing]

I would miss my father.

I already miss him a lot.

Why do you think
my morn won't tell me

that he's never coming back?

What do you mean?

She got a letter a couple
months ago that made her cry.

Did you read it?

I know my father's dead.

She just won't say anything.

Well, that's a very difficult
thing to tell a son, Simon.

You should tell her
that you know already.

You think?

I do.
I think she would be relieved.

I think you might feel relieved.

Yeah.

I should tell her.

Do you want to...

I don't know. Do you want to
give this thing a whack?

- Yeah.
- Here you are.

Give it a good one, now.

[Grunts]

Oh!
Very nice!

Very good.

[ Laughing ]
That was so close.

[ Chuckles ]
Here.

Oh, I don't know.

I've got a-a sore elbow,
you see.

I don't...

[Clears throat]

-[ Grunts]
-[ Bell clangs]

- Oh!
- Oh!

- Who knew?
- I can't believe it! [ Laughs]