All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S05E13 - Twentieth Century Murdoch (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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[suspenseful music]

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[orchestral version of
We Wish You a Merry Christmas]

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Gentlemen.

I hope you had
a merry Christmas.

Good morning, sir.
Are you feeling better?

Christmas seems to hit me
harder each year, Murdoch.

Sorry I dropped out early
last night.

I missed Margaret's
rum pudding, apparently.

It was delicious, as always.

[laughs]

I told you,
I did nothing wrong!

- George?
- Sir.

Gideon Turner.

We found him up on Bloor Street
with a man in a headlock.

He was about to throw himself
off the Rosedale Valley Bridge.

How do you know that,
Mr. Turner?

I'm afraid
I can't tell you that.

Christmas was yesterday,
Mr. Turner.

Now, either you
tell us the truth,

or you'll find my very own
personal version

of Boxing Day in our cells.

No, no, you can't.

I must prevent a murder
at 10:00.

Oh, lord.
I-I have to go.

- Sirl.
- Get him!

Get after him, Crabtree!

Seth Morgan.

[gunshot]

[people gasp]

- It's him!
- It's Santa Claus.

George, after him!

[grunts]

George.

Mr. Turner, explain yourself.

Murdoch.

[groans]

- Hey.
- This man saved my life.

It's true, sir.

Mr. Turner sent the shot wild.

There'll be plenty more
of that back at the station

if you don't tell us how you
knew this was going to happen.

I saw it happen.

I've been to the future.

You've been to the future?

How'd you manage that, then?

- I can't tell you that.
- I've said too much already.

- Bloody hell.
- He's crackers.

- I lost him, sir.
- He escaped down a coal chute.

He left this behind.
It's a piece of his suit.

All right, George.

Escort Mr. Morgan to the station
for questioning

and see if you can lift
any finger marks

off this casing.

Sir.

I'll have some constables
search the coal chute.

Thank you.

Right, then.

Do you have any more future
crimes you'd like to prevent?

No, but I have to stop a boy

from being run over
by a carriage

at the corner of Queen
and Parliament.

- Ah. What time?
- 3:15.

- Wonderful.
- That gives us time to chat.

How did you know Mr. Morgan

would be at that location
at that exact time?

I've already told you.

You have not been
to the future, Mr. Turner.

And if you persist
in this delusion,

I will commit you
for observation

at the Provincial
Lunatic Asylum.

- You can't do that.
- I'm completely sane.

I never saw Mr. Turner before.

How did he know
you were gonna be there?

I have no idea.

I was just on my way
to meet someone.

Who?

I've been seeing
certain married women.

- Which women?
- Could be any one of a dozen.

I have a weakness.

He maintains his belief
that he's been to the future.

Well, if he committed
no crime...

I intend to have
Dr. Roberts conduct

a full mental evaluation
of Mr. Turner.

And Mr. Morgan?

He liked to seduce
married women.

Oh.

Well, that gives us some insight

into who may have tried
to shoot him.

12 husbands to pick from.

Not that he'll name any.

You didn't use
your customary persuasion?

I didn't have the heart
to knock it out of him,

Christmas spirit and all that.

Sir?

I managed to find a partial
print on the shell casing.

Most likely a thumb mark
from when the shooter

inserted the bullet
into the chamber.

Unfortunately, the rest
of the cartridge was clean.

Sir, according to Mr. Turner,

a boy is going to be trampled
by a horse at 3:15.

Should I make sure that
that doesn't happen?

George,
I don't believe that anyone

has been traveling through time.

But something strange
is going on.

- Take Henry.
- Sir.

Also, sir, one other thing.

As you know, this Sunday
is the turn of the century.

Yes.

Well, I was thinking about
asking Dr. Grace to accompany me

to the policemen's ball, but...

Oh.

[sighs]

She's a doctor,
and I'm just a copper.

I just don't want
to embarrass myself.

I don't want to embarrass her.

I think you should
ask her, George.

- Really?
- Really.

It appears Mr. Turner

has a desperate need
to help others.

It stems from feelings
of inadequacy,

low self-worth.

But it is strange how he knew
about the shooting.

Yes.

Is it possible
that he hired someone

to dress up like Santa Claus

and pretend to attempt
to kill Mr. Morgan

all so that he could save him?

Mm.

People have been known
to purposely create

desperate situations
that only they can resolve.

Hmm.

I'll keep him under observation.

Thank you, Doctor.

- No!
- You can't!

I have to rescue the boy!

The boy!

William?

Julia.

The nightmares started
soon after I was buried alive.

They became so bad,
I was afraid to sleep at night.

I can only imagine.

- So you came to see Dr. Roberts?
- Yes.

I agreed to
an experimental treatment

which induced seizures.

That sounds drastic.

Yes, but it worked wonders.

I have nothing
but sweet dreams now.

But if you're cured...

Oh, I'm no longer
in treatment.

I'm here because
I've been studying psychiatry.

It's a fascinating field.

Then you might be interested
in what I'm up to.

Oh, and what is that?

Well, it's a curious case:

A man who believes
he's been to the future.

He's quite convinced.

And he thinks
he's something of a hero.

I believe the psychologist
Emil Kraepelin

refers to patterns of behavior
as syndromes.

Perhaps this man is suffering
from hero syndrome.

But why the future?

Perhaps he wants to be a hero
with superhuman ability-.

A superhero, as it were.

Hmm.

Well, you're welcome to observe
my investigation if you like.

I'd be delighted.

Superhero?

Yes, sir.

It would appear that Mr. Turner

may have set up
the whole shooting

just so that he could stop it.

Seth Morgan will be relieved
to hear that.

Murdoch, take a look at this.

I've been holding on to it
for a few days.

Sir, they're offering you
the position of chief constable.

In Ottawa.

Not as big as this town,
but prestigious.

That's quite an honor, sir.

Will you accept?

I don't know yet.

It's an administrative position.

I wouldn't really
be a copper anymore.

When do you
have to let them know?

By the new year.

New century.

Detective Murdoch.

- Teddy Nelson, The Gazette.
- [sighs]

I've heard
you brought in a man

claiming to be
from the future.

Is there any truth to that?

The man in question
is undergoing a full evaluation

at the Provincial
Lunatic Asylum.

Sir, everything happened
exactly as Turner said.

He may be from the future
after all.

- Uh...
- This is a police matter.

Hodge?

Sir, Higgins and I went down

to the corner of Queen
and Parliament, as instructed.

We waited there
till almost 3:30, sir.

We were about to pack it in
when, suddenly,

Higgins sees this carriage
barreling down Queen Street

at considerable speed.

And then this urchin comes
bolting out of an alley, sir,

right into it's path.

- Was the boy hurt?
- No.

Mr. Turner was there to stop it.

Mr. Turner?

He came out of nowhere, sir,
scooped up the young lad,

and spirited him off to safety.

Where's Mr. Turner now?

He ran off.

We left him in Ward C.

Which was locked,
was it not?

Yes, but he jumped
out of a window.

I only hope he's all right.

My goodness.

Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?

Well, he works with
a professor named Harms.

I believe you can find him
on Blair Street.

[knocking on window]

[engine humming]

Sir, look at this.

[electricity crackling]

Mr. Turner.

- What are you doing here?
- You're not supposed to see this.

This-this is
Professor Harms' machine.

Where is Professor Harms?

- He's in the future.
- The future?

Who are you?

Teddy Nelson,
Toronto Gazette.

[machine thrumming]

[electricity zapping]

Bloody hell.

What is this?

I'm sorry, Professor.

They came uninvited.
I tried to get them to leave.

Is that a time machine?

George, get Mr. Nelson
out of here.

Sir, Mr. Nelson,
please, if you will,

come with me.

Professor Harms,
what is going on here?

What's going on

is that I'm engaged
in an important experiment,

and you're trespassing
on my property.

I'm investigating
the attempted murder

Mr. Turner prevented
this morning.

Gideon, you were instructed

never to interfere
with the future.

How could I not,
knowing what I know?

What laws have we broken?

To start with,

it appears that you've violated
the laws of physics.

I'm sorry, Detective,

but I cannot allow you
to interfere with the device

I've devoted my life
to building.

I know my rights.

Provide me with a warrant,

or leave my premises
immediately.

Those are your options.

But there is another.

When I was teaching
at the Polytechnic in Zurich,

one of my students,
an Albert Einstein,

suggested a radical way to
reconcile the laws of mechanics

with Maxwell's equations.

Not only was time
inextricable from space,

but my mathematical derivation

suggested that it
would be possible,

with sufficient energy,

to pass from one point in time

to a point
in the distant future.

And you've succeeded
in doing this with this machine?

Yes.

You're telling me you've
traveled to the 20th century?

Only as far as 1912.

I cannot yet go beyond that.

But your man Mr. Turner

has now altered the very future
that you witnessed.

How do you reconcile that?

- Yes.
- That is a problem.

A problem?

Perhaps more than one
future exists.

Perhaps every time you travel,

the universe splits
into two possible futures.

What other explanation is there?

He's got a point.

Your professor didn't go
to the press.

The press found him.

Sir, perhaps
that was the point,

to have Mr. Turner make a show
of stopping a crime

in public to attract the press.

But where's the profit in it?

I could see one person
pulling a hoax

for the sheer sport of it,
but what about the rest of them?

The boy, the shooter?

What's in it for them?

Fraud is not
without precedent.

Redheffer had his
perpetual motion machine,

and P.T. Barnum displayed
the skeleton of a mermaid.

What would motivate
a respected scientist

such as Professor Harms
to perpetrate such a fraud?

A deep-seated desire for fame,
I imagine.

Even if his fraud was certain
to be exposed as such?

Or perhaps his desire
for fame

exceeded his concern
for his reputation.

I'm sorry.
I, uh...

I don't mean to appear glib.

I'm trying to bend my analysis
to fit your assumption.

There is a more rational
explanation at hand.

What's that?

The time machine works.

[grunts]

Dr. Roberts,
are you all right?

[sighs]

No, I...

I've been diagnosed
with Huntington's chorea.

The degenerative
nerve condition.

It's heritable.

My father had it.

I'm terribly sorry.

Hmm.

One must play with the cards
one is dealt.

I am...

I, uh...
I'm sorry.

I have an appointment.

Please, see yourselves out.

So, William,
what are you thinking?

I'm still convinced
that this is a deception

orchestrated by Professor Harms
and Mr. Turner.

But it seems extreme
for Mr. Turner

to throw himself
through a window

unless he really believed
that a boy's life was in danger.

Then we speak with Mr. Turner.

Mr. Turner,

how did you know the boy
was about to be trampled?

I saw it happen
with my own eyes.

When you were in the future?

It was terrible.

I couldn't let it happen again.
I couldn't.

And how did you know

Seth Morgan
was about to be shot?

- I saw that too.
- Same with the suicide.

Mr. Turner, most people
live out their entire lives

without witnessing
such an event,

and yet you saw three,

all in a matter of hours.

How do you explain that?

I can't.

Maybe...

Maybe what, Mr. Turner?

Maybe God directed me.

Maybe God chose me to save them.

Do you believe him?

I believe that he believes.

How does Professor Harms
fit into it?

Perhaps he has somehow
harnessed Mr. Turner's delusion.

William, I have to say,

this is exhilarating.

[both laugh]

- Good night.
- Good night.

Dr. Grace, I hope
I'm not interrupting.

- Of course not.
- What a pleasant surprise.

Well, what I came to tell you,

unfortunately,
I'm very busy now

that news of this time machine
has gotten out.

Time machine?

- How fascinating!
- Oh, yes.

But I was wondering
if you would join me-.

- Of course.
- A time machine?

I would love to see it
for myself.

- Uh, n-
- [sighs]

Imagine it, George.

Here we are at the dawn
of a new century.

Really, after New Year's Eve,

it's just another day,
is it not?

Well, I suppose in a way-.

What if I were to travel
to tomorrow

and come upon my future self?

I suppose your future self

would be expecting
your past self,

having already traveled
from the past into the future.

Which would then be
the present.

Excellent point.

Dr. Grace,
would you accompany me to the-.

Oh, George!

[electricity zapping]

[laughing]

What did you see,
Mrs. Haversham?

I've seen the future.

My future.

Thank you, Professor.

[cheering]

[laughing]

Amazing.

So it's settled.

We're ringing in the new century
with the Lamonts.

What fun!

I'm going to a meeting
with Dr. Roberts.

What?

You're giving up your practice
of real medicine for psychiatry?

Darcy, this field
has a great deal of validity.

In fact, Dr. Roberts and I

are assisting Detective Murdoch
on a case.

How long has that
been going on?

It's a recent development.

I may be late for dinner.

You say you traveled
to the year 1912.

Is that correct?

Yes.

What did you see?

The most wonderful thing.

My son.
He was elected mayor.

- Oh.
- That is something.

And that's not the half of it.

My daughter voted for him.

Can you imagine it?

We women shall have the vote.

Astounding.

She seems perfectly sincere.

As does Mr. Turner.

Do you think it's possible

for two people to share
the same delusion?

There have been instances
of mass delusion,

the witches of Salem
being an obvious example,

but this is quite different
from that.

Murdoch!

I should go.

Sir?

I've decided to take
the chief constable position.

I wanted you to be
the first to know.

Oh.

Congratulations, sir.

Then let's drink, shall we?

Station House number 4 won't
be the same without you, sir.

To the future.

Sirs, you should see
all the people

outside Professor Harms' lab,

some of Toronto's
highest and mightiest,

all lined up for a trip
to the future.

He's offering
time travel tours now?

- Yes, sir.
- At $1,000 a ticket.

Well, that settles it, then.

This is no hoax, Murdoch.

No, it's a swindle.

Join me, Crabtree.

Just a short questionnaire

to ensure your fitness
for the journey.

No, Miss, you do not need
to change your clothing.

Uh, sir, I understand
your impatience,

but everyone will get
their opportunity.

No, sir, you can pay
Professor Harms directly.

It is indeed

a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

I myself have traveled

and can assure you,
it's perfectly safe.

Inspector Murdoch.

You've had a change of heart?

You could say that.

How much money have you made
in the past two days?

The money is not for me.

The machine has to exist
in the future.

It must be maintained.

Uh, bills.
Taxes must be paid.

With sufficient money,

we should be able to travel
into the next millennium.

Imagine what the world
will be like in 2012.

- You asked for a warrant.
- Here it is.

Uh, Detective.

If you don't believe it works,
put your faith to the test.

You're suggesting
that I travel to the future?

Why wait for the new year
to see the 20th century?

Are you so incurious, Detective?

At the instant of transport,

you will momentarily
lose consciousness.

You'll awaken on the other side
in 1912.

You can stay
as long as you like,

but you must return
to the machine.

[electricity zapping]

[machine thrumming]

[electricity zapping]

I knew it!

I knew you were coming!

You don't know who I am,
do you?

Pardon my manners.

William Murdoch, Jr.

Welcome to 1912.

Uncle George
said you'd be coming.

We'd better hurry.
Come on.

We're doing an experiment.

[horn honks]

Whoa!

- William!
- You're going to miss it!

Coming!

I've got to go.

Come watch, but you can't
let them know you're here.

See you when I'm born.

So the candle causes
the air above it to heat up.

This causes negative pressure

relative to the air
surrounding it

and forces the hot air up.

But because it's trapped
inside the enclosure,

the whole balloon
rises up with it.

Wow!

That's incredible.

[machine thrumming]

[electricity zapping]

[coughs]

What did you see, Detective?

What was it like?

I saw the future.

The time machine is real.

One at a time,
one at a time.

"Detective William Murdoch
of Station House 4

"confirmed yesterday
that he had visited the future

in Professor Harms'
time machine."

The report is accurate.

Have you forgotten
this is a swindle?

Actually, sir,

all of the money
that Professor Harms collects

goes into a trust fund

to maintain the machine
in the future.

What was it like, sir?

Were there flying machines,
carriages with wings?

No, no, George.

I only went as far as 1912.

So what did you see, sir?

Well, uh...

Sir, I saw my son.

He was eight years old.

He was very excited to see me.

- A son, sir?
- Well, congratulations.

I should like to have
a son someday.

[groans]

Who was the mother?

I'm here to see
Detective Murdoch.

Which suggests
other dimensions,

invisible to us

but lying as close
as the surface of our skin is

to the air above it.

And it all worked, except for
one troubling inconsistency.

What was that?

These equations
led to infinities

within a finite space.

I was crushed, naturally.

Then it hit me.

What if time and space
were folded in upon themselves?

You know, like the pages
of a book.

And if these folds lay
closely enough together-.

With sufficient
harmonic energy,

one could bridge
one point in time

with another.

What are they
talking about, sir?

Haven't the foggiest,
Crabtree,

but whatever it is,
I'm not buying it.

Sir, if a time machine exists,

then the attempt
on Seth Morgan's life was real.

Time machine or not,

a man was almost shot
in a Toronto street.

He said the lads found this
at the bottom of a coal chute.

- Yes, sir.
- When I fell, he got ahead of me.

He must have escaped
down the chute

seconds before I arrived.

If the man wearing this
slid down the chute,

the stains would be streaked
all down one side.

These are in patches all over.

What are you suggesting?

Santa didn't slide down
the chimney.

This is a decoy suit.

So, what, our shooter
was wearing a second suit?

And waited in hiding for us
to discover the suit he planted,

making us all believe
he'd disappeared.

Sir, that's a very
Murdochian observation,

if I may say.

Murdoch's not the only copper
in this station, Crabtree.

[clicks tongue]
Get your coat.

Check that side, Crabtree?

So, sir, if this time machine
is just a big swindle...

Well, then, whoever
was wearing the suit

was part of that swindle.

If we can find out
who's behind the shooting,

we'll be one step closer
to proving it.

[rattling]

Try that one.

As you can see,
we found a partial print

on the button
of the second Santa suit here.

George, based on the size,

I suspect that this
is a partial thumbprint.

Take a photograph of this
as well as the print

we lifted from
the shell casing.

See how the two compare.

- Sir.
- Will do.

Hello, William.

I understand
you've been to the future.

But, William,

time travel violates
every principle of logic.

Perhaps,

but Professor Harms makes
a compelling mathematical case.

How does he explain
the numerous paradoxes?

He speculates there may be
more than one future.

Every atom,
every molecule duplicated?

I know it sounds absurd,

but the laws of physics
remain unviolated.

But what about
the law of conservation?

You say you saw yourself
in the future.

That means that there were
two of you in one space.

Matter was created.

In fact, if every time
you traveled to the future,

you arrived one minute prior
to the time before,

you could theoretically populate
a city with yourself.

Perhaps matter wasn't created

so much as
it was simply borrowed.

Borrowed?

Well, as long as your body
was in one future state,

it was necessarily not
in another.

Perhaps the laws of conservation
only hold

across all possible
future states.

Or perhaps the laws of physics
are wrong.

The only thing
that is certain...

How long have they been at it?

Over an hour, sir.

Bloody hell.

Get me the Lunatic Asylum.

So Detective Murdoch said
he's been to the future?

That he did.

Did he say if they invented
a machine to match finger marks?

Henry, no machine
will ever take the place

of the keen eye
of the policeman.

We'll get to it.

By New Year's, I hope.

Speaking of New Year's,
did Dr. Grace accept your offer?

I haven't offered
my offer yet.

'Cause she's avoiding you?

George, she comes
from a better class.

All her friends do.

Henry, sometimes I think
you want me to remain

a miserable bachelor
like yourself.

I have a date to the ball.

George, you're not
even comparing the photograph

to the finger marks.

Henry, I've seen it 100 times.

I have that finger mark
committed to memory.

I'll be dreaming
of that finger mark

in my sleep tonight.

And you're wrong
about Dr. Grace.

She is a modern woman,
and in the new century,

relationships will be defined
by a meeting of the minds,

and I, my friend,
am a 20th-century man.

George.

Dr. Grace.

Emily.

I'm wondering of you would do me
the honor of accompanying me

to the New Year's
policeman's ball?

Oh, George, I'm afraid I've
already made plans with friends.

You're welcome
to join us, though.

I'm sure you'd like them.

No, no,
that's fine.

You have
a wonderful time, though.

You too.

Inspector Brackenreid's call
was hardly necessary.

He's concerned
your trip to the future

is a psychotic delusion.

- [sighs]
- Is that possible?

Yes, although it would require
full-blown psychosis,

which you've shown no symptoms
to this point.

[grunts]

Ah.

Oh, my goodness.

- Oh.
- Uh, George?

George, could you please get
the doctor a rag or something?

- Doctor.
- Thank you.

Thank you, George.

Goodness.

Have you spoken to any
of the other travelers yet?

Some.

And they appear sane
as you and I.

It seems to lead
to only one conclusion.

Professor Harms' machine works.

What do you think?

Dr. Roberts isn't doing much
to dissuade the detective.

Bloody hell.

Crabtree, get Higgins
to fetch that Turner fellow.

And bring in
Professor Harms' solicitor.

To what end, sir?

To do what we should have done
in the first place:

Follow the sodding money.

So tell me about
this trust, then.

It's completely legal.

All monies collected as payment
for voyages to the future

are to be deposited
in a trust account

which is devoted entirely
to the operation and maintenance

of the time machine,

as long as the funds last.

How long is that?

At the moment, 112 years.

Mr. Denman,

you're telling me
that Professor Harms

raised all this money
to pay someone

to keep the lights running
through to the next millennium?

Essentially, yes.

And Professor Harms
himself has no access to it?

None whatsoever.

The money led nowhere.

Where are we with
the finger marks of the shooter?

No matches yet, sir.

Care to join us, Murdoch?

Have you found
something new, sir?

Do I need to remind you
that this is your case as well?

Sirs-.

Unlike you, I haven't been
fooled by a bloody con man.

Sir, Professor Harms
and Mr. Turner are not con men.

- Sirs!
- What is it, Higgins?

We found Mr. Turner.

Where is he?

In the morgue, sir.

His body was found
in the Don River, sir.

That makes sense.

There are signs of exposure
on Turner's body:

His face, hands,
and feet are frostbitten,

and he has skin damage.

This doesn't make sense.

I examined all his organs

and found that his kidney
was partially frozen.

Frozen?

Yes, and not only his kidney.

All his organs show signs
of having been frozen solid.

But the temperature
has been above freezing

for the past few days.

I myself just saw him yesterday.

Perhaps Turner
sent himself into the past,

and he's been dead for weeks,
not days.

That was a joke, Murdoch.
I was joking.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

Sirs!

What is it?

I found a match
for the cartridge

and the Santa suit button.

Who is it?

It's Dr. Roberts.

- Dr. Roberts?
- Are you quite sure, George?

Quite, sir.

What the bloody hell
is he doing

dressing up as Santa Claus
and taking potshots at people?

George, have Dr. Ogden meet me
at the asylum.

Good bit of police work
there, Crabtree.

He does have
a fatal condition.

Perhaps he's become
somewhat unhinged.

That's possible.

What's this device?

This is the experimental
therapy I mentioned.

The cap is placed over
the patient's head.

Then an electric current

is passed through
the temporal lobes.

Inducing an instant seizure.

Yes, which makes
the patient susceptible

to hypnotic suggestion.

Professor Harms.

Perhaps he's gone
to the future, sir.

Well, if he has,
he isn't coming back.

You have a son.

He is eight years old.

He is very excited to see you.

See you when I'm born.

I was never there.

All foolish fantasy.

[electricity zapping]

Ah, an identical room.

[laughs]

It's all smoke and mirrors,
me old mucker.

Bloody hell.

[hinge creaking]

Dr. Roberts.

Sir, what is it?

[machinery whirring
and wheezing]

Please, don't touch him.

He's not dead.

He looks bloody dead to me.

He is not.

He's been frozen alive.

I immersed him
in liquid nitrogen.

It was the only way to save him.

We watched our father die
of the disease.

I wasn't prepared to see him
suffer the same fate.

- You were brothers?
- Stepbrothers.

So you're not afflicted
by the disease?

You're hoping that someone
in the future

can revive him and cure him.

This is what
you're raising money for.

The time machine was all a hoax.

Oh, not at the beginning.

But when
I couldn't make it work,

I had to find a way to finance
this cryogenic chamber.

So you, Mr. Turner,
and Dr. Roberts

constructed these
elaborate scenarios

to make it appear as though

Mr. Turner traveled
to the future.

The attempted suicide,
the shooting, the boy,

they were all part of it.

I had to try
to save my brother.

Reanimation from
a frozen state is possible.

I experimented with goldfish.

I froze them and thawed them.

They came back to life.

A fish is hardly a person.

- He's my brother.
- What choice did I have?

And people's visions
of the future?

Post-hypnotic suggestion.

We didn't mean to hurt anyone.

Really?

Then how did Turner end up
melting in a bloody ditch?

We needed to test
the thawing process.

We couldn't revive him.

He wanted to do this.

I swear.

He wanted to be a hero.

Your brother
took advantage of him.

If that's not murder,
then it's bloody close.

I've half a mind
to thaw him out right now.

Leave him!

If you unplug the machine,
he will die.

I take the responsibility
for our actions.

Sir, it's not up to us
to play God.

So we just leave him?

If it works, he'll live
much longer than we will.

Godspeed.

When Dr. Roberts
hypnotized you,

what did you see?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

It was all in my imagination.

But what did you imagine?

The world
as I would want it to be.

It's a pity it wasn't true.

I would love to live in a future
imagined by William Murdoch.

[horseshoes clattering]

[horse nickering]

I should go.

Happy New Year, William.

Yes, happy New Year, Julia.

Sir.

George?

Shouldn't you be attending
the New Year's celebration?

Uh...

I'm not sure I'm attending
the party, sir.

Isn't Dr. Grace expecting you?

She's going to another,
more high-class do.

She invited me to attend, but...

George, Dr. Grace
invited you to a party,

and you don't plan on attending?

I just don't think
I would belong, sir.

It's-.

What about you?
Are you going to the ball?

- No.
- No, I wasn't planning on it.

George, the new century
deserves to be marked.

Might I suggest that you and I
attend the celebration together?

[sighs]

We were to be there
half an hour ago.

I'm hurrying.

Damn it.

[sighs]

You don't want to do this,
do you?

I'm happy to go
to the Lamonts' party.

That's not what I meant.

It's the eve of a new century.

Tis.

I think you should be with
whom you wish when it begins.

[stately orchestral music]

♪♪

[sighs]

Uh, sir.

What are you two gawking at?

Sir, just taking in
Station number 4's prowess

on the dance floor.

How's your packing coming along?

I'm not going anywhere.

I've changed my mind, Murdoch.

Sitting behind a desk in Ottawa

is no place
for Thomas S. Brackenreid.

Besides, you lot couldn't cope
without me for a day.

Oh, sir, truer words
were never spoken.

Less of your insolence,
Crabtree.

Bloody hell.

Where'd Higgins
get a bit of fluff like that?

He's definitely punching
above his weight.

[chuckles]

Welcome back, sir.

Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.

Sir.

George...

Dr. Grace,
what brings you here?

You do, George.

Me?

Well, I thought you had
a party with your friends.

None of my friends are quite
as stimulating as you.

Shall we get a drink?

Yes, absolutely.

Maybe we could squeeze in
a dance before the fireworks.

That sounds most splendid.

To refuse that promotion

is probably
the most ridiculous thing

that you have ever done.

Sir, it's New Year's Eve.

I don't see what
that has to do with it.

Well, I'm about to dance
with my wife,

so if you don't mind...

Thank you, sir.

Julia.

Hello, William.

It's quite the turnout.

Yes.

All these policemen.

It would be a good night
to commit a crime.

[laughs]

William...

I wanted to let you know...

that I intend
to become a psychiatrist.

Oh.

Yes, just think of it:

The application of psychology

to the puzzles
you're faced with.

It could be invaluable.

I can envision a whole new field
of criminal investigation.

Take the case of Mr. Turner.

I should have seen
that he was in fact-.

Julia.

You came her tonight
to tell me that?

- Yes, I-
- I thought that...

Darcy and I have parted.

And I want you to know

that I don't expect
anything from you, William,

but we could work together.

Perhaps we could discover
the psychological profile

of someone who would be
most likely to commit a crime.

You and Darcy have parted?

Yes.

Julia,
I have seen the future.

William?

It was you.

[fireworks booming]

Happy New Year.

[fireworks booming]

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