All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S17E19.WEB (SDH)

(theme music)

(soft music)

- There were times I thought
this day would never come.

- A hospital for women,
run by women.

It's a dream come true.

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

- Is that why you invited
a reporter

on today's donor tour?

- Yes. She's a friend,
Miss Cherry.

(chuckles)

But her paper has quite
the readership.

- I hope they have deep pockets.

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

- Running a hospital is costly.

- Dr. Forbes.

This is a surprise.

- Oh, a pleasant one, I hope.

I'm keen to see
your new facility.

- You've certainly chosen
a convenient time to visit.

- Do you mean because the city's
wealthiest philanthropists

will be here any minute?

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

Oh. Speaking of which.

Mr. Warrington!

- Ah. Dr. Forbes. Hello.

- Lovely to see you.

- Are you joining
our little tour today?

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

(chuckles)
- Shall we?

(Warrington):
Well, well, well.

- Patients are often nervous
to come to hospital.

We wanted to ease
those nerves as much as possible

by creating a pleasing
environment.

- Not how I'd choose to spend
precious dollars.

- And why is that?

- As chief surgeon
of Toronto Mercy,

what matters to me most
is health.

- Would you not agree
that the nervous system

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

(coughing, wheezing)

- Oh...
(speaking Italian)

- It hurts to breathe?

- Pain.

- How long have you been
having this pain?

- Uh... few week.

Uh, more bad...

he-he-here.

(coughing)

- I see. Um...

Nurse Sullivan,
please take, uh...?

- Pullia. Mrs. Alda Pullia.

- Take Mrs. Pullia into triage.

Start her on
supplemental oxygen

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

(coughing)
- Thank you, dottore.

- Now, where were we?

- Uh, supplemental oxygen?

- Yes. It's a relatively
new treatment.

- And a revolutionary one.

(chuckles)

I've been reading Haldane's
recent works.

- Is Toronto Mercy

making use of supplemental
oxygen, Dr. Forbes?

- Well, we're considering--

- I believe Women's College
Hospital is the only

local facility to put oxygen
therapy into practice.

Now, shall we continue
on the tour?

- Hmm.

- Nurses assess patients
by asking questions

and taking vital signs.

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

- How much does all
of this cost?

- Medicine is an expensive
pursuit.

We will need ongoing funds
to continue operating.

- This is an impressive set-up.

But... and forgive me
for being blunt,

I doubt many women
have the constitution

to practice medicine.

- Uh, we had more applicants
than jobs to offer.

- Hmm.
- Do our nurses look

like they lack the constitution
for the work?

(clattering)

(crowd gasping)

Nurse Sanders!

- Seems this young woman
has provided the answer.

- This is not the time
for snide comments.

Tillie!

Are you all right, Tillie?

- Thank you.

I feel so silly.

- There's nothing
to feel silly about.

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

- I'm more concerned
with your health right now.

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

- No, I'm fine.

I have low blood pressure.

Sometimes makes me lightheaded,

but I feel better already.

- Are you sure?

- I am.

- All right.

(sighs)
I suppose I should get back

to the tour before Dr. Forbes

convinces everyone
that we needn't exist.

- Before you do,

I think there might be
something more at play.

- What do you mean?

- I noticed the smell of ammonia
earlier by the sink.

Nearly made me swoon.

- Ammonia. Was it sewer gas?

- There were men working
on the plumbing yesterday.

- A toxic gas is the last thing
we need today.

Take the tour
to the operating theatre.

I need to get
to the bottom of this.

(coughing)

- Big day today, sir.

- Is that right?

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

- Ah! Indeed, it does.

- Are you and the missus
going to celebrate?

- We haven't discussed it.

Julia has been so busy,

I suspect celebrations
are the last thing on her mind.

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

I'll take you out tonight.

Anywhere you want to go.

Right.

- Trouble in newlywed paradise?

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

Do women expect celebrations for
every occasion under the sun?

- Uh, if you'll excuse me,
gentlemen,

I believe I have a lunch
reservation to make.

(soft mysterious music)

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

- That's a relief.

- Where have you been,
Dr. Ogden?

- Oh! Seeing to some paperwork.

- But you've just come
from the basement.

- That's right.

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

Is there some sort of problem,
doctor?

- Not at all.

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

These curtains are designed
to give our patients

some privacy,
even in a shared room.

Hello, Miss Mendez.

How's your leg feeling today?

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

(sneezing)
- Oh!

(sneezing repeatedly)

- I think I'm allergic
to the paste.

- Oh, I understand.

It is awfully sour-smelling.

Hello, Nancy.

This is Mrs. Porter.

She's been a patient of mine
for many years.

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

- You're here to deliver
your baby?

- Eventually.

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

- And why's that?

- She has preeclampsia.

It's a condition that can be
quite serious

for mother and the baby.

She needs to be monitored
very closely.

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

(chuckling)
- Just another few weeks.

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

- I see.
Well, continue with fluids

and give her another dose
of the ginger tonic.

- Right away.

- And here is our
newest patient.

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

- It's doctor, and-and you are?

- Pietro Pullia.
I must take my mother home.

- Oh, well,
I wouldn't advise that.

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

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

- I'll have you home
in no time.

(Forbes chuckles)
- Dr. Forbes?

What are you doing?

- Simply giving Mrs. Porter

the calming tonic
she clearly needs.

- Well, I decide what treatments
my patients need,

thank you very much.

- Come now, Dr. Ogden.

- Two years ago we disagreed
on how to treat a patient

and you saw fit
to dismiss me from my job.

- As was my right,
as your supervisor.

- Yes, but now
you're in my hospital

where I am in charge.

Please stay away
from the patients.

- Is there a problem?

(Julia): We...

Mr. Warrington?

- Mr. Warrington!
- Are you all right?

- My head.

(breathing rapidly)

It's pounding.

(grunting)

- Dr. Ogden, come quickly!

- Go. I'll take care of this.

- Did she collapse again?

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

- I can't find a pulse.

Still nothing.

She's gone.

- Oh, dear God. Poor Tillie.

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

- What happened?

- I-I don't know.
He just collapsed!

- Do you think the two illnesses
are related?

- Well, it's plausible,

but wha-what could be
the answer?

- I've given ol' Warrington
some tonic

and he's feeling-- Oh.
Oh, dear.

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

- Is now really the time,
Dr. Ogden?

(sighs)
- What exactly

does this consist of?

- Alcohol and laudanum, mostly.

Why are you so interested?

(sighs)

We've had our differences,

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

- Well?
- It has no scent.

- Which means it's not
responsible for the odour

I noticed after Tillie
first fainted.

- As much as I'd like
a simple answer,

I find it hard to believe
that Dr. Forbes

would intentionally make
Mr. Warrington ill.

- Julia, I--

- Goodness, has someone died?

- Please, Louise,
we just need a moment.

- I only came to tell you
that two other people

have fallen ill.
- That's four people now.

And without another explanation
at hand...

I hate to even
think it, but...

- What's going on?

Spit it out.

- Thank you all
for your patience.

Given everything
that has happened,

I am enacting a quarantine.

There may be an infectious virus
spreading in the hospital.

We are putting measures
into place to keep you safe,

including the masks
being distributed--

- As the most experienced
physician on the premises,

I think this is all
a little bit much.

- And why is that, Dr. Forbes?

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

- Miss Sanders was weak

and Warrington is elderly,

as were the other two.

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

All but our staff will be
contained to individual rooms

and no one is permitted
to leave the hospital.

- How long is this quarantine
going to last?

- Until we are certain
it is safe to lift it.

- This is absurd. I'm leaving.

Anyone who wants to, follow me.

- You'll have no luck,
Dr. Forbes!

(sighs)

- Stop!

- Let me pass.

- I'm afraid not.

Return inside or face
legal consequences

for breaking
the Public Health Act.

- Oh, for heaven's sake.

- A constable is to remain here
at all times

to ensure no one tries
to cross this barricade.

(phone ringing)

- I'd hoped a barricade
would prove unnecessary.

Thank you for coming
so quickly, William.

- Happy to help.

Speaking of which, I should
probably come inside.

- Absolutely not.

I won't have us both in danger.

We must consider Susannah.

(sighs)

- You must consider
your safety, as well.

- I promise. I'm taking
every precaution necessary.

Now, I really must go.

(sighs)

I love you.

I will call again.

- Now, hold there, gentlemen.

- We need to get inside.

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

- I don't know.
Looks possible to me.

Hey!

Okay!

No need for violence.

- What's going on in there?

- The hospital is under
quarantine until further notice.

- Is that so?

We'll see about that.

(mysterious music)

- George...

Follow those two.
Find out who they are

and what they're up to.

- Sir?

- They could be trouble.

And given all that's
going on inside,

the last thing we need
is another problem.

- Right.

(tense music)

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

- Thank you.

- No one in or out.

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

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

You want in, talk to him.

- Ah, Detective.

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

She's allowed to come inside.

- I'm here to perform
the postmortem

on the nurse who died.

- Do be careful, Miss Hart,

and please ask Dr. Ogden
to do the same.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm afraid I don't know
much more than when we spoke

on the telephone.
And now eight people are ill.

- All with the same symptoms?

Headaches, nausea,
lightheadedness?

- We're also seeing
spasms and apnea.

- That's an unusual combination.

- It excludes most obvious
diagnoses,

especially when you consider
the rapid onset.

- Could it be a new strain
of influenza?

(sighs)
- Possibly.

I'm hoping the postmortem
on Nurse Sanders

will tell us for certain.

- I'll get right to it.

- I need your help.

- Is it the patients?

- No, everyone is stable.

It's Dr. Forbes.

He keeps trying
to treat patients.

- Oh...

Dr. Forbes, have I not
made things clear enough--?

- Now, now Dr. Ogden!
- Stop!

Not only are you treating
patients whose histories

you know nothing about,

you're doing it without
any protection!

- Masks scare patients.

And besides,
they're so uncomfortable.

- Oh, dear...

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

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

I... ah!

Ah!

- My head!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh, oh!

(vomiting)

(groaning)

I must've caught
this bloody virus.

- Yes, evidently so.

Come, sit down.

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

But first, I'm going to need
a list of everyone

you've crossed paths with.

Let's hope your case
is not as serious

as Nurse Sanders' was.

I'll get you some water.

- I can't give you
that information.

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

Julia! Thank goodness.

I have so many questions.

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

- My job, of course.

Have you diagnosed
the mysterious illness yet?

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

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

- Louise,
this is a medical emergency,

not fodder for your newspaper!

(sighs)
Now, how are our patients?

- Stable, though Mr. Warrington

is still having periods
of apnea.

- Increase his supplemental
oxygen and have Nurse Billing

stay by his side.

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

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

- Just Dr. Forbes.

- Forbes? Huh.

I can't say I'm surprised.

Perhaps now he'll
keep to his room.

- Yes, I think we can be
certain of that.

(door opens)

Uh, Miss Hart. Have you
finished the postmortem?

- I have.

There's no indication
of an infectious disease.

- How odd.
(Julia sighs)

- Were you able to determine
cause of death?

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

It could explain why
she succumbed so quickly.

- Except that we're no closer
to discovering

what this illness is
and where it originated.

- I did make a list
of all the people

Tillie came into contact
with before...

before she died, like you asked.

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

Perhaps, taken together,

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

- Sir!

Have you heard from Dr. Ogden?

- Not as yet, I'm afraid.

- I assume your celebratory
lunch is off.

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

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

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

- How so?

- Well, it seems to me
that Dr. Ogden

has a-a medicinal
mystery on her hands.

- And what of our mystery?

The two men from earlier.

- Oh, sir, yes.

I followed them to a bar,

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

Given the neighbourhood,
I assumed Station House One

might have some
information on them.

- It appears as though they did.

- They did indeed, sir.

The long and short of it
is that they're members

of a new gang,
the Seaton Syndicate.

This chap is their
rumoured leader.

- This man, George?

This is Fabrizio Pullia.

He's a member of the Black Hand.

- The Black Hand, sir.
Are you sure?

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

- Could the two groups
be linked somehow?

- Whether or not
that's the case, George,

this man is very dangerous.

- So, why would a gang leader

want so badly to get
into a hospital?

- I don't know, George.

But if those men return,

we need to be ready.

- This doesn't make sense.

Mrs. Pullia doesn't share
any of the symptoms

with those who are ill.

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

- She could've been infecting
people across the city

without knowing.
- Let's not get

ahead of ourselves.

Let's perform a blood analysis
to confirm.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

- Julia, I'm glad I reached you.

Is everything
all right in there?

- Ah, I wouldn't go that far.

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

- Oh. Very good.

- Yes. Now we just need
to discover

what illness Mrs. Pullia has.

- Did you say Pullia?

- Yes, that's right.

What's wrong?

- Uh...

Julia, y-your patient
may be the reason

for some tension out here
at the barricade.

- How so?

- Men working
for Fabrizio Pullia,

an organized crime boss,

wanted in.

Perhaps your patient
is his wife?

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

What's odd is her other son,
Pietro?

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

- Julia, Pietro is also
part of the gang.

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

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

Unless you have hard evidence
suggesting otherwise,

nothing has changed.

- You are a stubborn woman,
Julia.

- Especially when protecting
those I love.

- All right.

But telephone me the moment
you so much as get

a bad feeling
from this Pietro Pullia.

- I will.

(ominous music)

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

Come on. Just one little sip.

- We need to keep
the hood closed.

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

- Mr. Pullia, not now!

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

- Ah, I've just been here
with my mother

since this quarantine began.

- And you don't feel sick?

- No. Why?

- We believe that your mother
is the source of the illness

that is befalling people.

- That's not possible.

- It is unusual,
considering that she doesn't

have any of the same symptoms.

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

(intriguing music)

(Pietro coughing)

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

(coughing)

- It's just like
when Tillie fainted.

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

(coughing)

- The odour is coming
from her blood.

(coughing)

- It's not a virus
making people sick,

it's Mrs. Pullia herself!

(Pietro coughing)

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

- Thank you all
for your patience.

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

- Dr. Ogden has a gift
for understatement.

(scoffs)
- Well, despite

the inconvenience,
you all have seen

how prepared the hospital
is to handle an emergency.

- The unfounded fear of one,
at least.

Shall we leave while we can?

- Actually, Dr. Forbes,

I'd prefer you stayed
under observation.

- Hmm. I think not, Dr. Ogden.

- Well, thank you all
for coming.

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

What a disaster.

- Not necessarily.

- Miss Cherry.

Why do you say that?

- Because I'm still here
reporting.

Your toxic patient
is an even juicier story

than the quarantine.

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

You could be exposed.

- I'm willing to risk it.

(scoffs)
- Well, I-I'm not--

- Julia, may I be frank?

- When are you not?

- After today,
my reporting on your patient

is the only positive news
the public will receive

about the women's hospital.

Assuming you can successfully
treat her, that is.

- I don't see how
my mother's blood

is responsible for all this.

- A variety of bacteria, fungi,

and even viruses
can poison blood.

- What's uncommon...
unheard of, in fact,

is vapours from that blood
making other people ill.

- Must have something to do
with this place,

'cause hospitals are always
making people sick.

- Yes, we are trying
to make her well,

but to do that,
we need your help.

- What kind of help?

- Your mother came in
complaining of pain

when she breathed. Had anything
else been bothering her?

- I don't know.

- Does she take any medicines?

- I'm not sure.

- Well, you mentioned
home remedies earlier?

- Did I?

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

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

(soft unsettling music)

William.

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

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

- It's fine.

Truthfully, I'm amazed
you waited this long.

Actually, you have good timing.

I think that Pietro Pullia

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

- Oh?

Well, if that's the case,

then perhaps Fabrizio's men

wanted inside the hospital
to stop him.

- He has this bag, apparently
full of home remedies.

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

- Given his association
with the Seaton Syndicate,

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

- Agreed.

Do you have any idea how?

- As a matter of fact,
I believe I do.

- Excuse me.

I was told the quarantine
was over.

- But people still
aren't allowed inside.

- Look, I need in there.

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

I'm going to find
a way in there

with or without your help.

I'd prefer with your help.

- Think he's tempted, boss.

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

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

Just go ahead, take it.

Take it, take it.

- Unmanned side entrance.

Door's locked,
but I have a feeling

you could find a way
around that.

- Ah, good man.

And just so's you know,

there's a lot more
where that came from

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

(oxygen mask hissing)

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

I need to take your blood
to make sure

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

- Can't we just do that here?

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

- Very well.

(oxygen mask hissing)

(Miss Cherry): Is this
a police case now?

- Miss Cherry.
Now is not a good time.

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

- That's not... Never mind.

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

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

(glass shattering)

(gasps)

The blood!

- I sincerely hope
you haven't...

Is that vial cracked?!

(coughing)

Help!

Help! We need help here!

(coughing)

- This is the most
serious reaction

we've seen since Tillie.

- The effect was immediate,

the moment the blood
reached the air.

- Louise, what happened?

- A vial of Mrs. Pullia's
blood shattered.

- A vial--? How did that happen?

- I took all the vials

to the laboratory
to be analyzed.

- It was me.
(gasping)

- What?
- I...

I took the blood
from the lab for...

to be tested for my-my story.

- Louise.

Will she be all right?

- I don't know.
But she needs oxygen.

(Miss Cherry gasping)

Take Pietro's remedies
to Miss Hart.

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

blood toxic. It may be
the only way to help Louise.

(gasping)

- As I thought.
Magnesium hydroxide,

a simple antacid.

- The leaves have
serrated edges.

Nettles, perhaps?

- Taste it to be sure.

- You can't be serious.

- It's the fastest way
to confirm.

Oil of oregano. Non-toxic.

- Nettles it is.

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

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

- The oxygen isn't helping.

- Her heart is racing.

(gasping)

- And her capillary refill
isn't improving.

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

- As do I.

But we have a chance
to help Louise

the way we couldn't help Tillie.

Severe swelling in her larynx.

She needs to be intubated.

(gasping)

- Oh!

How strange.

- What's strange?

- This.

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

garlic taste appeared
on my tongue.

See for yourself.

(mysterious music)

- Oh, that is strange.

Yet familiar.

- How on earth is that
familiar to you?

- I spent some time logging,

and I recall coming across
a chemical solvent

with similar properties.

Di...

Here it is:

Dimethyl sulfoxide.

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

- Who would use such a thing
as a home remedy?

Dr. Ogden. How's Louise?

- She's stable, but very ill.

Any luck isolating the toxin?

- We've found
an unusual substance

in Pietro's home remedies.

- Dimethyl sulfoxide.

- I've never heard of it.

- Perhaps because it isn't
used in medicine.

It's a chemical solvent.

- So Pietro is poisoning
his mother?

- Possibly,
but according to this,

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

- Well, there's no telling
how long Mrs. Pullia's

been using it.

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

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

- Perfect timing.

I'm taking Alice to Chez Ranier

to make up for missing
our four-month anniversary.

- Chez Ranier? On your salary?

- Good with money.

(whistling happily)

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

- Sorry, boss.

- Poison my mother?
No, I would never.

- Then how do you
explain us finding

a potentially deadly chemical
in your bag of home remedies?

- What are you talking about?

- This. Does it jog your memory?

- That's just pain cream.

- That's dimethyl sulfoxide.

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

My father, rest his soul,

he swore by it
for aches and pains.

- And you've been using
this on your mother?

- For stomach aches, yes.

- Stomach aches?

She didn't mention that,
just trouble breathing.

- Wh-What is it? What
do you feel?

(scoffs)
- There's a large mass.

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

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

- My brother wouldn't let me.

He has a terrible temper
and I was worried

what he would do
if I didn't listen.

- We're about to find out.

(ominous music)

Get away from my mother.

(Sullivan whimpers)

Now.

I said get away mother.

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

- Detective,

figured you were dead
after our last run-in.

- I suppose I'm a difficult
man to kill.

(whimpering)

- Shame not everyone's so lucky.

(Sullivan): Oh, please. Please.

- Relax. Relax.

- Now, nobody's going
to get hurt

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

- I don't think we should, Fab.

- Shut up!

Should never have brought her
here in the first place.

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

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

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

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

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

- A growth?

Well, you gotta take it out.

Now.

- What makes you think
we intend to do anything

you ask, Mr. Pullia?

- This.

- Operating on your mother
is not safe.

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

- I'm not asking.

(gun clicks)

I'm telling.

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

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

- Let's get on with it already.

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

- I don't think so, sweetheart.

- The moment she makes
an incision,

the room will be filled
with toxic gas.

- I got a mask. I'll be fine.

I'm not leaving her
alone with my mother.

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

- William, you must.

It's imperative
that you find out

what is making Mrs. Pullia's
blood toxic.

- Miss Hart is already underway.

- She needs your help, William.

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

no one's getting hurt

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

Now go.

(tense music)

- Sir, McNabb
relayed your message.

I heard Louise Cherry
has fallen ill.

- Seriously so.

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

- I'd say. What can I do?

- Right. The moment Dr. Ogden
has finished operating,

you are to disarm
Fabrizio Pullia

and take him into custody.

- Sir, are you saying
Fabrizio Pullia

is with Dr. Ogden
in the operating room

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

Yes. I would prefer
to remain here

and arrest him myself,

but Miss Hart needs
my assistance.

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

- Be careful.

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

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

You had to have known
your mother was ill.

Why were you so against
seeking treatment?

- That's none of your business.

- Pietro...

Pietro told me about
your father's work injuries.

Did something happen?

- He died, that's what happened.

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

I was eleven.
- Oh, no...

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

- I don't think that's possible.

- Have I not been clear?

- The mass is pressing
against your mother's lungs.

That's why she was having
trouble breathing.

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

- Try.

- According to a friend
who works in the North,

dimethyl sulfoxide
is sometimes used

by millworkers
to relieve inflammation.

- Pietro was telling the truth.

Is it possible
the dimethyl sulfoxide

is interacting with another
of the home remedies

to make Mrs. Pullia's
blood toxic?

- It's certainly worth checking.

(oxygen hissing)

- Well?

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

- You can try again.

- What I can do is make
your mother comfortable

in her last days.

- Last days?

You mean...?

- She won't live much longer.

But if I stop this surgery now,

there'll be time
for you and your brother

to say a proper goodbye.

(mysterious music)

- We must be missing something.

- Could the supplemental oxygen

be related to Mrs. Pullia's
blood toxicity?

According to her chart,

it's the only treatment
she's had.

- I suppose it's possible.

- Julia, thank goodness
you're all right.

Fabrizio Pullia was taken
into custody without incident?

- No, but George
has confiscated his gun.

- I was very clear with him!

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

that he can sit with his mother
until she passes.

- You couldn't remove the
tumour?

- It was left untreated
for far too long.

But the surgery
wasn't fruitless.

I found something
that may be helpful.

Take a look.

Do you see the crystals?

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

- It's a basic structure...

Asymmetrical.

I-I believe
it's dimethyl sulfone.

- What would that mean?

- Miss Hart posited
that the supplemental oxygen

combined with
the dimethyl sulfoxide

in her blood to create
an entirely new substance.

- But an excess
of dimethyl sulfone

wouldn't explain the toxicity.

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

was broken down
to its constituent parts

by some sort of catabolic event?

- You would have two
ethane molecules,

an oxygen molecule
and a sulphur molecule.

- Plus extra oxygen molecules

because of that which
she had been receiving.

- But none of those elements
would cause toxicity, either.

- No, not on their own,

but if an anabolic reaction
were to occur.

- A new compound
would be formed.

- An anabolic reaction
could be caused by anything

as simple as a change
in temperature.

- Yes.

And if that's the case,

then Mrs. Pullia
could have been left

with this in her blood.

- That's dimethyl sulfate.

- A highly toxic gas.

- One that could cause
every single symptom

we've seen here today.

- If we're right,

what does this mean
for your friend, Miss Cherry?

- It means if we begin
treatment right away,

we may be able
to save her life.

You ought to be resting,
you know.

- That's what the nurses
keep telling me.

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

- What details?
You were unconscious!

- I thought I was going to die.

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

- It was, very.

But thankfully,
once we identified the toxin,

we were able to start
treatment right away.

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

- Thank you, Julia.

- If you really want
to thank me,

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

that brought you back
from the brink.

- Well, that depends entirely

on if I get something
decent to eat.

I'm absolutely famished.

- I'll see what I can do.

(soft music)

- Arrivederci, Mamma.

What are you doing here?

- My job.

- You're arresting me?
I'm grieving.

- And I'm sorry for your loss.

But it doesn't change the fact

that you took people
at a hospital hostage.

- I'm glad she's recovering,

but that friend of yours
is driving me mad.

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

Still, we need her article
to be positive.

- Mmm. Especially since
Dr. Forbes is no doubt

spreading malicious gossip.

- Let him try.

I won't hear a word
against your facility.

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

You feeling better?
- Much.

I've just been discharged.
- Oh!

- I'm being discharged today,
too.

- Your leg must be feeling
very well.

- Oh, thanks to Dr. Ogden.

Isn't it wonderful
to have a lady doctor?

- It is that.

I have to say, uh,

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

but I am very impressed
with you and your staff.

Token of my appreciation.

- Oh, thank you.

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

- Oh, I've no doubt about that.

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

- Oh, well,
I think running a hospital

is challenge enough.

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

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

- Well, aren't you
going to open it?

(gasps)

- Oh!

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

- Perhaps a cardiac unit
in memory of Nurse Sanders?

- I like the sound of that.

(soft music)