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Help! Help me!

Help!

No identification.

What killed him?

I can't determine the cause
of death

until I conduct
a complete postmortem.

Judging by the state of rigor,

I'd hazard he's been
gone four, five hours.

I concur.

Where's his hat and coat?

I can only comment on
the condition of the corpse,

not the lack of his garments.

I was being rhetorical,
Ms. Hart.

I will do an examination and get
back to you as soon as I can.

Thank you.

Well, Ms. Hart?

The cause of death
was a massive heart seizure.

A heart attack?
He's a young man.

In his early 20s,
if I were to guess.

Was his heart weak?
Was he ill?

No signs of either.

But there were oddities,
and then there are these.

They're burns.

Electrocution marks
would be my guess.

Would you agree, Miss Hart?

Thank you for asking.
Yes, I would.

Those kinds of burns
are consistent

with electrical current
running through the body.

But how did he manage
to electrocute himself

in the middle
of a university campus?

Whatever happened to him likely

didn't happen
where he was found.

Uh, apple, please, ma'am.

Thank you.

What?

Fruit, sir.
You-you don't normally --

Yes, I do.
But very, very rarely.

So, why then?

Where does every daft idea
come from, Murdoch?

Margaret.
She says they're good for me.

It's a nuisance.

That'll do.

So, someone ran a current
through him

and then dumped the body?

Could have been an accident.

But why dump him?

Because it likely wasn't.

You free on Friday evening?

I believe so, yes.

Good.

Why?

It's a surprise.

Oof.
I'm not fond of surprises.

Indulge me.

Well, as long as there's
no hideous crime, I'll be there.

If you would like,
I could drop by later today.

No, don't do that.

I'll see you on Friday.
That'll be fine.

We should have automobiles.

Why?

A modern police station
would have an automobile by now.

The Inspector thinks
they're tools of the devil.

Or a passing fancy,
at the very least.

Constable!
Constable Crabtree!

Ah, thank God you're here!

What are you doing?

I have witnessed an abduction.

A child.

A baby, really.

Are you sure?

I'm --

Of course I'm sure.

Follow me!

Is this the young man?

Dear, oh dear.
That's him.

That's Byron Shelby.

What happened, Detective?

We don't yet know.

Oh, the poor, dear boy.

He was such a nice young fellow.
An absolute charmer.

What else can you tell me
about him?

He was happy, said he'd found
a way to earn some money

and catch up with his arrears.

Not that I minded.

He was such a good tenant,
it didn't matter to me

if he got a little behind
with the rent.

"And I'm going to
take you for meat pies, Mrs. L.

Just you see."

Oh...

I'm very sorry.

Is there next of kin
that I could notify?

No.

He said he was an orphan.

Oh.

And did he have any friends,
maybe, I could speak with?

He didn't have time
to make many friends.

However, not too long ago,
he did have a young woman.

Got a little giddy one evening
and said he had a sweetheart.

Did he mention her name?

He didn't say.

I don't know how serious he was.

Hm.

Byron's body was found
near the university.

Was he a student there?

Not full-time.
Couldn't afford that.

I suppose he may have had some
friends from his courses there.

Yes.

What was he studying?

Oh. I don't remember
what it's called.

"The science of the mind,"
he called it.

- Psychology?
- Yes, that's it.

You see.

- Where's the mother?
- I don't know.

I was out running errands.
The pram was sitting right here.

There was no one else around.

So, a mother just left her child
in the middle of the street?

It would appear so.

I don't know.
I'm not inside her head.

I'm just telling you what I saw.

All right,
what did you see, exactly?

Ugh. A man.

Rat-like.

He walked up to the pram,
looked around, took the baby.

I yelled, he ran.
I ran after him, he was gone.

Then that's when
I came to see you.

Anything else?

The wee thing was wearing
a blue dress.

Um...

And that's all I remember.

All right, well,
I'll have a look around.

Well, good.

I would hate to see tragedy
befall a little one.

I can't say I knew him really.
He was only part-time.

Did he have any friends here
at the university?

I shouldn't think so.

More acquaintances,
like ourselves.

He was always working
or studying, you see.

Apparently, Mr. Shelby
informed his landlady

he was about to make some money.

Would you know anything
about that?

Why would we know anything
about that?

As for him earning money,
that's a good one.

He always had his hand out
asking for it.

You lent him some, you'd be
lucky if you ever got it back.

Sounds like a reason
to dislike him.

Surely is, but I'm not
going to hurt anyone

over a dollar and a half.

Where around here
would one come into money?

I don't know. He always sold
newspapers, didn't he?

Extra money.

Well, this is the department
of practical sciences.

They're always looking
for subjects.

Subjects?

To perform experiments on.

They pay quite well for
the indignities they perform.

Indignities?
What sort of indignities?

I volunteered once.
Never again, thank you.

They put some kind of monitor
on my pulse and my heart,

and then they let off a gun
right behind my head.

Bang!
Scared me half to death.

- Why would they do that?
- How should I know?

They rarely tell you what
they're after with these things.

Who would we talk to about this?

Try Mr. and Mrs. Frankenstein.

And who might they be?

Dr. Arthur Kingston
and his wife.

They're new to the university.

Been looking for new subjects
every week it seems.

Both quite mad,
as far as I'm concerned.

Mad?

I'm not sure I'd go
quite that far.

We are committed
to the pursuit of new ideas.

Sometimes that can be
considered madness.

Especially in a place
like Toronto.

So what can we do for you?

What is it, Roberta?
We're busy.

I'm sorry.
I can come back later.

Arthur, don't be so rude.

Detectives,
this is Roberta Haycroft,

our research assistant.

Pleasure.

It's good that we've got
all three of you here, then.

Do any of you know of a man
by the name of Byron Shelby?

- Part-time student.
- Shelby.

No, he isn't
in any of our classes.

Perhaps he was a subject
in one of your experiments?

Only if he used an alias.

An alias?
Why would he do that?

Some students think taking money
to be used

as lab rats is unseemly.

They're hardly lab rats.

Who knows the things
that people do

or why they do them.

That's what we are endeavoring
to find out.

What are the factors that
motivate a person's behavior?

That's the nature of your study?

Indeed, Detective.

A pursuit that differs little
from your own, I'd imagine.

And what are you
currently pursuing?

Right now, we are studying
the relative effectiveness

of aversive versus
positive reinforcement

on memory and learning.

The praise versus
punishment theory.

Exactly.

So, what's better?

A pat on the head
or a kick up the backside?

We don't yet know.

Our research is
not yet complete.

Ah.

Do any of your experiments
require the use of electricity?

Electricity? No.

Why?

Just something I'm pursuing.

You don't trust those two.

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

William, just pick it up
and take a bite.

I don't like that.

Why?

Because I appreciate uniformity.

Much better.
Would you like one?

No.

You said you know
Arthur and Laura Kingston?

Only by reputation.

There aren't that many
husband and wife teams around.

And just what is
that reputation?

They've only arrived
just recently.

People say they're odd.
Overly obsessed with their work.

They could say the same
about us.

Hm.
And they would be right.

Have you got something to say?

I need to talk to you.

Well, go on.

If you want to talk to someone
about what happened to Byron,

talk to Skate.

Who the devil is Skate?

I suppose it's what you'd
call a street name.

Who knows what her real name is.

She took a lot of money
off Byron.

Right! Toronto Constabulary.
Clear off, you lot, now!

What can I do for you?

Gaming's illegal.

I'll pay the fine.

Double, if you'd like.

Bribery is more illegal.

Is that so?

You might want to remind some of
the other coppers around here.

I have their names,
if you'd like.

We're investigating the death of
a young man named Byron Shelby.

We were told you knew him.

My Lord, that's horrible.

Nefarious, was it?

Very much so.

What can you tell us about him?
Who were his friends?

He didn't have many
that I know of.

Saw him a couple of times
with another man.

He worked for the university
in the basement,

fixing up equipment.

What sort of equipment?

Science things.

He and Shelby quarreled,
I know that.

What did they quarrel about?

What men usually fight about --
money and women.

Shelby was always quick
to borrow money

when he needed it
and slow to give it back.

And women?

Shelby was a real masher.

Women clung to him
like iron to a magnet.

The other man was
quite the opposite.

And this other man's name?

Let me think.

I heard Shelby scarfing
at him once.

He got really volcanic.

You mean scoffing?

If I meant that
I would have said so.

No, no, I mean scarfing.

Shelby would laugh at him
and scoff at him

at the same time.

And he banished him
to the Underworld.

Back to the basement?

I suppose.
But I mean his name.

Who's that god
that lives down there?

God of the underworld is...

Pluto.

Very good.

That's what Shelby called him.

Pluto.

Thank you.

Is that a real word, scarfing?

I'm afraid so.

Quite the brain
for a street gambler.

With some knowledge
of Greek mythology.

Hello? Mr. Pluto?

- What?
- Are you Pluto?

My name is Plato.

John Plato.

Why would you call me that?

We were misinformed.

What's in this crate?

Oh, nothing.

Spare parts I'm taking it
to the dump.

Then you won't mind us
taking a look.

What are you doing?
What gives you the right?

We're with
the Toronto Constabulary.

Well, this equipment
belongs to the university.

You can't touch it
without permission.

I'm afraid it's too late
for that, Mr. Plato.

Sir.

What is it?

This machine is designed
to deliver electrical shock.

Has this got
something to do with

the aversive reinforcement
they were talking about?

What can you tell us about this?

I told you it's rubbish.

I was supposed to
throw it out yesterday.

Who ordered its removal?

The Frankensteins.

That's the second time
I've heard them called that.

Any reason?

Well, they think they can
control man's nature.

They tell you that?

They'll tell anyone
who will listen.

When exactly did Dr. Kingston
order this to be removed?

Day before last.

Did you hear about the boy
who was killed?

I did.

Did you know him?

I don't know, but there's
a rumor going around

that it was Shelby.

That's right.

Then I guess I knew him.

Friend of yours?

I wouldn't say that.

He was a student.
I saw him around the building.

You did more than that.

The word around here
is that you two fought.

Fought? Who told that?

Well, did you fight
with him or not?

- Argued, maybe.
- About what?

Money.
It was always money with him.

Owed half the university money.

- Including you?
- Uh, no.

If anything, I tried to
give him a hand out.

Had him help me out
a couple of times.

Him and some friend of his.

Clear this place up a bit.

They didn't do a very good job.

Exactly.
Hence the argument.

I didn't kill him.

We'll be taking all of this.

Good.
Save me the trouble.

Sir?

And no reports?

So, nothing.

Right. Well, thank you.

Well. Oof.

What's occupying your thoughts?

I had a report of a baby
that had been taken.

Good Lord.
Anyone see anything?

There was a witness,

but she wasn't able
to provide much.

And no one has sounded any alarm
about a child missing.

There's no distraught mother.

There's nothing.

Did you try every Station House?

Yes, of course.

And this witness,
are you inclined to believe her?

That I don't know.

Well, why would someone lie

about seeing someone
steal a child?

Well, it's not so much what she
lied about but who she lied to.

You two are acquainted?

Yes. Or no.

I-I don't know.

Hm.

Sounds to me like you could use
some help with this.

Bloody scientists.

Every time we get mixed up with
them, it's nothing but trouble.

They're psychologists.
They're hardly scientists.

You know, if I wasn't
a bigger person,

I might take offence to that.

- Julia, I only meant that --
- It's all right, William,

I'm aware of your feelings
on things you don't understand.

I've been doing some digging.

I found out a little more
about the Kingstons.

And?

There is a lot of controversy
surrounding the way

in which they conduct
their experiments.

Apparently, some of
their subjects have complained.

What about?

That the experiments left them
in a state of mental distress.

Have any of them
been left in a state of death?

Not so far,
but they were last employed

at Temple University
in Philadelphia,

and their contract
has not been renewed.

What happened there?

Unfortunately,
the records are sealed,

and the university signed
a nondisclosure agreement

so there's no way to know
the nature of their experiments.

So, they did
something nasty

south of the border, and now
they're terrorizing Toronto.

Charming.

Perhaps the Kingstons'
latest experiment

has gone horribly wrong.

Julia, they're both
on their way in.

Perhaps you could stay
and help me

with the things
I don't understand.

So, your witness
to this abduction

is the woman you believe
held you captive?

Correct.

I can see why you're disinclined
to trust her.

But, it's a baby.
I mean, I have to look.

Well, I can carry on if you have
personal matters to attend to.

No, no, no.
Why would you say that?

- Oh, uh...
- With me.

Right.

This all belongs
to you, does it not?

I would imagine you
already know that it does.

I don't believe
we've been introduced.

Dr. Julia Ogden.

In what field?

I'm a trained surgeon.

But I'm also
a practicing psychiatrist.

Hm.
Never heard of you.

Well, I've heard of you two.

You have quite a reputation.

Why are we here,
Detective?

Because Byron Shelby
was killed by electrocution,

and this device of yours
is designed

to deliver electrical current.

Yes, and I doubt it had anything
to do with Mr. Shelby's death.

Why do you say that?

It cannot deliver
a lethal voltage.

Nothing close to it.

It was designed only to provide
a mild electric shock.

You can test it yourself.

I intend to.

But that raises
an important question.

If this device of yours
is indeed harmless,

then why ask John Plato
to dispose of it?

Who says we did?

He did.

Yes, well, we didn't
need it any longer.

It's as simple as that.

I don't believe it is.

I believe Byron Shelby
was your patient.

And I also believe that you
gave him an electrical shock

so powerful that it killed him
and you then disposed

of his body so that no one
would ever find out.

Let's go, my love.

We're done here.

I'm not.

Then you find evidence
that we did something wrong.

Not just wild ravings.

It isn't the voltage that will
kill you, it's the amperes.

And the amperes on this machine
are controlled by this dial.

And these deliver the shock?

That's correct.

So, do you think it could
kill someone?

The voltage from a standard
wall outlet

is enough to kill a man
if delivered all at once

and for a sustained
period of time.

And the only thing
on this machine

capping that voltage
is this dial.

And that's what's turned on
to administer the shock?

Indeed. And it is turned up
to increase the voltage.

The question is, is the
maximum enough to kill?

Turn it on.

Julia, this very likely
killed someone.

Possibly, but only
at the highest voltage.

At the very least,
it's designed to deliver pain.

Well, put it on
the lowest setting,

and then turn it up
until I can't take any more.

I'm not going to do that.

Well, or I could zap you.

See how much you can take.

I have a better idea.

Thought mine was pretty good.

Is anything happening?

I don't think
it's going to squeal.

No.

But we will be able to tell
if the flesh is burning.

- Oh, it's burning.
- Oh.

And these burn marks do match
those of the victim.

Enough to kill a man, then?

I'll have to run
some amperage tests,

but I believe this machine
did kill Mr. Shelby.

How long have you been
working for the Kingstons?

I've been assisting them
ever since their arrival

at the university last year.

They professed no knowledge
of the dead man.

Is that true?

Mm.

They did know him,
didn't they?

Yeah.

He was involved in one
of their experiments.

He was.
He was one of the subjects.

Can you describe to us the exact
nature of those experiments.

They wanted to see if people
responded better

to a learning problem if they
were punished for a mistake,

or simply praised
when they got it right.

Much as they described.

Miss Haycroft...

...are you familiar
with this equipment?

Where did you get that?

Are you familiar
with this equipment?

Yes.

It was used in the experiments
that you're referring to?

Um...

Roberta?

You can ask the doctors.

We're asking you.

Well, the subjects were
there voluntarily, so...

I'm aware of that.

Can you please describe
the nature of these experiments?

The subjects would be connected
to the machine

and then they were to repeat
a list of numbers.

If they got a number wrong,

they would receive
a small shock.

And the voltage was increased
after every wrong answer.

Did the subjects know
that the voltage

would be increased each time?

Yes. They were told at the
beginning of the test.

It -- it wasn't supposed
to be dangerous.

I was -- I was told
that it was safe.

What happened, Roberta?

- Um...
- What happened to Mr. Shelby?

He got the answers wrong.

The voltage was increased.

Yes.

But the experiment continued.

Yes.

The shocks became
greater and greater

until finally he succumbed.

Yes.

Did you see it?

Did you watch them kill him?

You don't understand.

The Kingstons set it up,
but they did not participate

in the experiment.

It was me.

I was working the controls.
I was administering the shocks.

I killed him.

I killed Mr. Shelby.

He kept getting
the sequence wrong,

so I was only doing
what I was told.

Had you ever met Mr. Shelby
prior to this experiment?

No.

And you were working under the
instruction of the Kingstons?

Yes, of course.

Were they there?

They set it up,
and then they left.

Why?

They said I could conduct it
on my own.

That they trusted me.

They trusted me.

They trusted me,
and I ruined everything.

Have you charged her?

No.

But she's the one
who killed him.

She confessed.

She was acting under the
direction of the Kingstons,

which complicates things.

Who weren't even there.

No. They told her precisely
what to do,

and it resulted
in a man's death.

Or she did something
completely different

and ended up killing him.

Who's to say if she was
the only one there?

Either way, she was given the
authority to do what she did.

Just because your
Commanding Officer tells you

to shoot a man doesn't mean
you didn't kill him.

No, but surely
the Commanding Officer

still deserves the lion's
share of the culpability.

Bloody scientists.
Crackpots.

So what's your plan, Murdoch?

Well, sir, the machine
is dangerous.

They claim it wasn't.

If I can prove they knew
the machine could kill,

then they will be charged
with murder.

I'm not letting the girl go.

You prove it was
the Frankensteins, fine.

Otherwise, the girl's
going to prison.

I just don't think
fruit agrees with me.

Goldie?
What are you doing here?

I just happened to be nearby,
and I saw you come in here.

Oh, we've been here
more than an hour.

Well, I wanted to give you time

to finish your business
before popping in.

I see.

I thought I might see
if you're free for lunch.

Oh.

We're busy at work.
Busy.

Dr. Ogden is helping me
with a case at the moment.

Oh, is that so?

Oh, how exciting.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

It must be so nice
to have a husband

and be able
to share mutual pursuits.

It is.

I remember when Raymond and I...

I'll leave you to it.

No -- no bother.

I've come to accept
dining alone.

I've talked to every resident
in the area.

No one has reported anything.

Certainly not a rat-like man
with a new baby.

Right, well, I'll tell the lads
to keep searching,

but until we have a sighting,
we don't have much to go on.

Indeed.
Uh, well, I should be off.

George.

- Effie?
- Have you heard anything?

- About what?
- The missing child.

Dorothy's terribly upset.
Beside herself, really.

She's been searching
all afternoon.

- Oh, has she now?
- Yes.

Well, Effie, I'm not sure
what else I can do.

We have no reports
of a missing child,

we have no witnesses.

She saw what she saw, George.

Well, it's possible
that she's...

mistaken.

- Mistaken?
- Look, I think it's

admirable that you want to give
her the benefit of the doubt.

- No.
- All I'm saying is that

there is something
suspicious about Miss Ernst.

I find it hard to believe.

Yes, I know you do.

I will keep an eye on her.

So, you believe me?

I said I will keep an eye
on her.

Constable Crabtree,
I found this.

It's the same color as
the dress the child was wearing.

Where did you find it?

The entrance to the laneway
off Carlton Street.

- Let's go.
- No, no. I can't.

What if the child is --

You stay with her.

- Oh, my gosh. Thank you.
- Of course.

Neither my husband nor I
have much to say to you.

We don't need you to say much,
just answer a few questions.

Keep in mind, however,
that we do know your machine

killed Mr. Shelby.

So, whatever happened, the
university will not be pleased.

That's what this
is all about, isn't it?

You're trying to protect
your work.

That's why
you moved the body.

Because if it was discovered
that a man died,

your research
would be stopped.

You've already been fired
from one university.

What we know now
will end your careers.

We weren't fired.
We left of our own accord.

And had every record
of your experiments sealed.

It was simply another case
of an institution

impeding the progress
of science.

You've never run
into such a thing, Doctor?

I've never done
anything unethical.

I highly doubt that.

You are a surgeon
and an ex-psychologist

sitting in
on a police interview.

And you also withheld
information

that you are married to
the detective investigating us.

What happened in Philadelphia?

Did someone else fall victim to
your questionable experiments?

Did someone else die?

Of course not.

Then what happened?

It was the same experiment.

You don't have to say anything,
Laura.

We've done nothing wrong.

The subjects complained.

We were "encouraged" to resign.

The subjects complained
because they were hurt, injured.

No.
No one was injured.

Did you use the same machine?

Yes, but that machine is safe.

I highly doubt that.

Multiple subjects in
multiple cities

have been injured
by your experimental torture.

The subjects are not the people
receiving the shocks.

We are not studying positive
and negative reinforcement.

We are studying compliance.

The subject is the one
administering the shock.

Why? What do you hope
to learn from that?

The effect of authority
on ordinary individuals

is barely understood.

We have discovered that only
a mild suggestion

from a figure of authority
will crumble a man's defiance.

We didn't even have to be
in the room.

Yes, the subjects complained,

but not because
of the experiment itself.

But because of what it revealed.

They didn't like the dark truth
it exposed.

That they are weak.

That we're all weak.

The volunteers didn't know that
that was also part of the study?

It would ruin the objectivity
of the experiment

if they were warned in advance.

We're scientists.

I don't see how a study
that uses manipulation

and deceit
can be considered science.

In terms of the electric shock,
there was a strict limit

to the amount of voltage
that would be applied.

No one would be injured.

Someone was injured.

Mr. Shelby is dead.

It makes no sense.

The fact that we've done
the experiment

before should prove
our innocence.

We've run it 100 times.
No one has been killed.

Has anyone before Roberta ever
turned the dial all the way up?

Aren't you listening?

Yes.

Almost everyone.

You're saying when instructed to
inflict pain on innocent people,

almost everyone was willing
to turn the knob

to the maximum voltage?

Almost everyone.

Man is weak, Doctor.

But that machine is safe.

Remember Thomas Edison?

You think he's behind this.

I was thinking of his son.

Oh, yes, Edison Jr.

Not exactly a bright spark.

See...

Yeah.

He devised an electric chair

that was meant for rest
and relaxation.

Someone tampered with it.

Exactly.

Someone has done the same here.

You see this wire?

It's meant to be attached
to this resistor.

And it's not?

Completely bypasses it,
allowing for full voltage.

So, no accident.

Someone meant for this machine
to kill.

The Frankensteins?

I don't think they would
sabotage their own experiment.

It would have to be someone
who knew what they were doing

and someone who knew
this machine.

The technician.
The one who fought with Shelby.

Oy, you there.

Hold that, Murdoch.

Aah!

Mr. Plato, you're under arrest
for the murder of Byron Shelby.

At least the apple was good
for something, Murdoch.

That was very good, sir.

Well, I didn't fancy running.

You could use it.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, good Lord.

Please be breathing.

Damn her.

You can't do this, George.

- I most certainly can.
- I was just trying to help.

- I don't believe you.
- What are the charges, George?

Misleading a police officer.
Mischief.

I could probably come up
with a dozen.

None that will hold water.

You're choosing her over me.

Of course I'm not.

- Dorothy, please don't.

I'll have you out
in a few hours.

I just want to go home.

Wasn't like this in Windsor.

George, she was simply
trying to be a good citizen.

She was wrong in what she saw.

And maybe you're wrong
about her.

She's not right in the head.

You -- you can't say that.

Why are you saying that?!

I was just trying to do
a good deed!

You say she's not right
in the head.

Why not give her a chance
to prove it?

I didn't do anything
to that machine.

Who else would know
enough about it

to bypass the resistor?

I don't know.
Maybe it was the Kingstons.

The Kingstons are reckless,
but I very much doubt

they would want someone to die
during one of their experiments,

if for no other reason than
it would impede their research.

It wasn't me, I swear.

Why should we believe you?

You fought with Shelby.
What was it about?

I told you, I hired him
and his friend,

and they did a poor job.

- That's it?
- Yes.

Although that reminds me --

we were talking
about the machine

because he was supposed to be
in the experiment.

Maybe he did it.

He sabotaged the machine
so he would be electrocuted.

Really?

I don't know!

All I know is that I didn't
touch the damn thing.

You said you hired Shelby
and his friend.

Sure, that bunko artist.

But I don't think
she's smart enough

to figure out
something like this.

All right, smartass,
we need a word.

What?
What's this about?

Mr. Shelby,
or more specifically,

the machine that killed him.

What about it?

You saw the machine
before he died.

You heard about the experiment
from Plato.

Maybe.

Something you failed
to mention to us.

I answer what I'm asked.
Nothing less, nothing more.

You knew what that machine
was for

and who it was going
to be used on.

So, what if I did? Huh?

Why would I want to hurt Shelby?

Why else? For money.

I already told
you -- the one who hated Shelby

was the man in the basement.

Leave me out of it.

You mentioned the two of them
fought over women

as well as money.

Sure.

Didn't you speak with him?

We did.

He didn't tell you.

Shelby stole his girl, then.

I guess you didn't ask
the right question.

When did this happen?

Can't recall.

Some months now.

Do you know where
we can find her?

No idea.

The happy couple had a fight
a few weeks back.

As far as she was concerned,
they were sweethearts,

practically engaged,
but he was not so keen.

Said they were terminal.

You mean terminated.

Yeah. That's what I said.

What's her name?

It was a man's name.

Bobby -- that was it.

Her name was Bobby.

Bobby? Roberta.
Miss Roberta Haycroft.

She's been lying to us
all along, sir.

She claimed she'd never
met Mr. Shelby

prior to him showing up
for that experiment.

There she is.

Miss Haycroft, a word.

I told you all I know.

I don't think so, young lady.

We can do this here,
or we can arrest you

and take you to the station.

You lied to us about
knowing Mr. Shelby.

The truth is the two of you
were sweethearts.

That's all in the past now,
isn't it?

Why don't
you just tell us the truth,

Miss Haycroft?

Save us beating around the bush.

I'm guessing that when
he threw you over,

you planned to get revenge.

No, not planned.

I didn't know what fate
would throw in my path.

I find that hard to believe.

You knew he was going to be
in that chair.

You sabotaged the machine,
and you arranged to be

the test subject
at the controls that day.

He promised we would marry.

As soon as he had enough money.

I gave him all I had.

I gave him myself.

When I was no longer of use
to him,

he tossed me aside as if
I was a shirt he'd done with.

So you knew
what you were doing.

You gave him enough current
to stop his heart.

You killed him.

He broke my heart.

I wanted him to feel the same
pain that he caused me.

It's funny a doctor would be
married to a policeman.

Is it? Why?

Just thought a doctor
could do a lot better.

Well, I'm quite happy
with the arrangement.

Thank you for seeing me.

Mm.

George thought it would be
a good idea.

He was quite insistent on it,
actually.

So I obliged him.

Between you and me,

I'm a bit concerned about him.

About him?

I -- I do know he has
an overactive imagination.

Um, I know about these.

- Oh.
- His comic books.

His mind seems to go places
most people's don't.

And at first, I thought
it was harmless,

but now I fear he thinks
that I'm trying to bedevil him.

He's told you
about his suspicions.

- He has.
- Mm.

He thinks I have some sort
of unnatural interest in him.

He's told you that, as well,
I imagine.

Yeah.

Well, I would like
to let you know

that nothing could be
further from the truth.

I am in Toronto to do a good job
and to better myself.

And that is all.

I just want to make
my mother proud.

Constable Crabtree believes

you're pretending
to be someone else.

Yeah, I -- I -- Yes.

I have heard that.
It -- it's mad.

He thinks I am my sister,
and I am -- I am clearly not.

And she abducted him.

Yeah, that's what he says.

And I wouldn't put it past her,
truth be told, but now,

I can't tell if what
George Crabtree is saying

is the truth or is simply
the product

of his unhealthy imagination.

Tell me more about
this sister of yours.

There's not --
There's not much to say.

She's a bad apple.

And -- and I thought you wanted
me here to talk about me.

I did. I was just interested
in some context.

There is no context.

I am as plain as day.

I moved here from
Windsor, Ontario,

to make something of myself.

And since being here,
a police constable who,

as luck would have it,
is carrying on with my employer,

believes that I am after him.

All I did was report

what I thought
was a crime to the police,

something that any good citizen
would, or should, do.

You believe you saw
someone abduct a baby.

I did see someone abduct a baby.

Except it wasn't a real baby.

And how am I --
How am I supposed to know that?

I am far from mad, Dr. Ogden.

Like you, I'm just a woman

trying to make her way
in the world.

Me too.

We're gonna have
a lot of fun here.

The longer we can keep
this a secret.

...that the two of them --

Llewellyn, uh,
what are you doing here?

I was going to ask you
the same --

Ooh.

Surprise.

It was for tomorrow,
but I suppose that's done.

- I'm sorry. I thought --
- I'll let you two

sort this out.

Thanks, Andrew.

I'll have you know that was the
best baker in all of Toronto.

I let my imagination
get away with me.

Where are you going?

- Well, I thought --
- Sit down.

Since you've ruined
the surprise,

we may as well have cake.

So, I suppose this means
you like me.

Oh, very much.

I should not have followed you.

No, you shouldn't.

But I am flattered.

Never had anyone be
jealous of me before.

Mm.

To a very good year.

And more.

Now, we're talking real
pieces here, right?

So, we're going to want
to start here to here.

That's an ideal piece.

The Kingstons will be charged
with impeding an investigation.

And desecration of
a corpse, I should imagine.

But no responsibility
at all for the death?

It was premeditated
by Miss Haycroft.

Her confession is clear.

Any word on
the university's reaction?

Same as Philadelphia.

Their work will be suspended
and the findings sealed.

Hm.

And this young woman that
George was so worried about?

She seems as sane as you or I.

It was likely
an honest mistake.

- Julia!
- Oh!

How lucky of me to catch you.

Actually, I was
just heading out.

I won't take
no for an answer.

It's been too long since you
and I have had

a chance to share a drink.

I'm sorry, Goldie.

What is he doing
with that banana?

Don't ask.

I would love to spend
some time with you,

but I think it would be best

if we arrange
our visits in advance.

I thought we were friends.

Oh, you.

Honestly, sometimes I think
the world is teetering

on the brink of madness.