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- Well, good.
-[ Chuckles ]

Aah.

And you say there's nothing
wrong with it at all?

How should I know?
I've never driven the thing.

HIGGINS:
It's a fine automobile, George.

And the price.
[Laughs]

- What do you think, Jackson?
- You know what I think.

I already gave you my share,
George.

We could own a motorcar, George.
And for only $50.

The price does actually seem
rather low, ma'am.

MRS. HAAN: Well, you can pay
more if you like.

Makes no difference to me.

Are these yours?

George, why would a woman
need driving gloves?

I don't know whose those are,

but you can have them
if you take the automobile.

Do we have a deal?

[Sighs]

[ Both laugh ]

- HIGGINS: Come on, Jackson.
-[ Horn honks]

[ Laughter]

BRACKENREID: Well, Doctor.

What with Murdoch
off gallivanting in New York,

it appears it's just you and me.

I'm sure we can manage
most ably, Inspector.

Looks like this poor bugger
was worked over.

Hmm.
How strange.

The body is cold,

but there is still
a lifelike hue to the skin.

Run down by a motorcar,
I imagine.

It certainly appears that way.

He must have hit our man
and kept driving.

Except it seems
that he left his automobile.

Must have gone off on foot.

A hit and walk, as it were.

Judging from
the body's position,

it's hard to tell
whether the driver or pedestrian

was at fault.

Of course
it was the driver's fault.

Those bloody devil wagons
think they own the roads.

They're as bad as cyclists.

Surely not all automobile
drivers behave that way.

What's wrong
with a horse and carriage

and a good
Sunday constitutional?

I myself am fascinated
by motorcars.

- I hope to own one someday.
-[ Laughing ] Bloody hell.

First you want the vote,
and now you want to drive.

Women want all the privileges

of being a man
without any of the pain.

Inspector...

Besides, a woman
driving an automobile?

I think they're dangerous enough
already, thank you very much.

Automobiles or women?

Mm.

DR. GRACE:
Inspector, this is unusual.

What is it, Doctor?

DR. GRACE:
This tire tread here

is different from the one
that ran him over here.

Two treads?

I believe this man was run over
by two different motorcars.

[ [JP-tempo jazz plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations]

[Sighs ] William.

How luxurious!

A honeymoon demands luxury,
Mrs. Murdoch.

DR. OGDEN: [Chuckles]

Thank you.

I've got those.

MURDOCH: Hello.

Reservation for Murdoch, please.

Mr. and Mrs. Murdoch?

Actually, I'm Mr. Murdoch --

Yes.
Mr. and Mrs. Murdoch.

I'm proud to be called
Mrs. Murdoch.

- Oh.
-[ Chuckles ]

For convenience's sake.

Sir, I regret to inform you

the room you booked
is not available.

The honeymoon suite?

- But I reserved it.
- Yes, sir.

We can offer you another room.

Are you saying
I didn't reserve it?

I'm saying
it is unavailable, sir.

Why yes.
As it should be.

To everyone else but me,
who reserved it.

Please. Whatever room you have
will be lovely.

Very good.

The room is very nice.

Julia, this is our honeymoon.

We're meant to be
in the honeymoon suite.

Even a brick wall
can be romantic, William.

- MURDOCH: Hm.
- MAN: [ Clears throat]

Is there anything else
you'll be needing, sir?

No, no.
That'll be all, thank you.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

Sir?

This, uh...

This doesn't appear to be
real money, sir.

- Oh.
- Oh. [Chuckles] Right.

It's Canadian money.

We're from Toronto...Canada.

I'll get my money exchanged
later today

and be sure
you get your gratuity.

William, I have
some American currency.

Oh, no.
No need.

-It's all settled.
- She said...

-[ Door closes ]
- You know, it's all our money.

We must get used to sharing
in everything.

Yes. But, Julia, this honeymoon
is my gift to you.

Then I promise,
no matter what the circumstance,

-not to tip a single bellboy.
- Mm.

Tell me what you saw
right before you hit him.

L-I didn't see anything.

Bill, take your hat off.

You look a mess.

Was he standing,
or was he lying down?

I don't know.

How'd you find me?

[ Scoffs ] There are only 100
automobiles in the whole city.

You left yours
at the scene of the crime.

Crime? No. No, no.
I didn't do anything.

You ran him over.

[ Chuckles ]
I can't be blamed

for something I did
in a drunken stupor.

A man was killed.

Someone's at fault.

Now, what I want to know

is whether he was standing
at the side of the road

when you hit him or whether
he was already lying down.

I'm sorry.
I can't remember.

[Sighs]

HIGGINS:
Yep, she's a real beauty.

The power of eight horses
under there.

And the gold stripes
match the oil lamps.

- That's very sharp.
- You bloody fools.

- Where'd you get this?
- Sir, we got it this morning.

And as we have the day off,

we're gonna take
a little road trip.

Would you like to go
for a ride, sir?

In that?
With you lot? [ Scoffs ]

Sir, are you sure you don't need
me to stay at the station?

I mean, the incident
this morning,

and the detective
off in New York and...

Crabtree,
I'm a police inspector.

I can handle a case on my own.

Just make sure you're back
in work tomorrow morning,

-bright and early.
- Sir.

- Yes, sir.
- That's it, lads, then.

The open road is ours.

There's only room
for two up front, though.

- Driver!
- Beside driver!

Oh! AW!

Dicky seat again.

Crank her, Henry.

- Hey, you got to earn your keep.
-[ Sighs]

- Start her up.
- Jackson“.

JACKSON: [ Laughs]

-[ Horn honks]
- Faster.

-[ Horn honks]
-[Laughs]

Tonight, we'll dine
at Delmonico's...

assuming they honor
that reservation.

-[ Telephone rings]
- But first --

Hello?

MAN: [ Muffled ]
The bear will bleed.

The red arrow drops at noon.

I'm sorry?

Hello?
Who is this?

[Click]

- That was strange.
- Who was it?

I don't know.
A man.

He said, "The bear will bleed."

"The bear will bleed"?

What else did he say?

"The bear will bleed.
The red arrow drops at noon."

- Then he hung up.
- Hmm.

Strange.

No matter.

Clearly it was a message
for someone else.

Now, you and I have a date with
the Museum of Natural History.

[Gasps 1 William!

Broken tibia on the left leg.

Significant abrasions
on the right,

possibly due to being dragged.

Numerous gashes,
including large wounds

to the right arm,
shoulder, and the head.

BRACKENREID: Meaning?

Other than
the lifelike skin tone,

everything is consistent
with being run over -- twice.

So, can you tell
which motorcar hit him first?

No. But I can confirm
that he was already dead

as of sometime late last night.

So the driver from this morning
isn't responsible?

- Any idea who the dead man is?
-l'm afraid not.

But I did find
these driving gloves.

And he was wearing this pin.

BRACKENREID:
"Toronto Auto Club."

An auto enthusiast himself,
it appears.

Take a right in here, Jackson.

Right?
That takes us out of our way.

Well, we're on an adventure.
Just take a right.

- Another one?
- We're in no rush.

Just cut right in here, Jackson.

- There we go.
- JACKSON: Here?!

Pull it in there.
Pull it in there.

Where are we going, George?

Right here, right here.
Stop -- Stop here. Stop here.

What are you two doing up here?
Why are we stopping?

Yes.
Why are we stopping, George?

Lads, this is what having
a motorcar is all about.

-[ Horn honks]
- Hey!

CRABTREE: Mrs. Brooks!

George Crabtree?

Where did you find yourself
an automobile?

This is my automobile.

-[ Clears throat]
- Our motorcar.

Me and my churns chipped in
and purchased it this morning.

A purchase like this
hardly seems wise

on a constable's salary.

Three constables' salaries.

Well, even so.

Isn't there a saying
about fools and their money?

Well, it's a shame
you find it so foolish.

Otherwise,
I should think I'd like

to take you
for a drive at some point.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I have always wanted
to go for a ride in a motorcar.

Maybe I could
call 'round tomorrow?

All right, then.
Yes.

- Excellent!
- EDNA: [ Chuckles]

All right, lads.
On we go.

Ontario is ours
for the discovering.

- HIGGINS: One second.
-[ Chuckles]

- Press the pedal.
- Ah, yes. There we are.

- Press the gas.
- Yep. Yep. Yep.

Put your back into it.

HIGGINS: I'm trying!
I'm trying!

Good man, Higgins.
Good man. Nice.

- Huzzah.
- Tallyho.

Oh. Oh. No, no.
Uh-uh-uh-uh.

JACKSON: Uh, uh, uh...

Ah. Lower knob.
Here we are.

- Aha!
- Ah. Here we are.

EDNA: [ Chuckles]

JACKSON:
I'm getting the hang of this.

HIGGINS:
Hey, why don't we switch seats?

I hate it back here!

Julia, really, I am so sorry.

It's fine, William.

How was I to know the museum
would be closed today?

I had no idea
it was an American holiday.

What on earth
is "Decoration Day"?

Some kind of memorial holiday,
I believe.

-[ Sighs]
- We can have fun right here.

Why don't we open
that bottle of champagne?

Oh. Good idea.

[ Chuckles ]

I'll get some ice,
and I'll meet you upstairs.

Or we could
just have it sent up.

It'll be much faster
if I get it.

Hello.
5, please.

Julia...

...what did the voice say
on the telephone again?

Why?

I just saw two suspicious
characters on the elevator

on their way upstairs.

They were armed.

How odd.

NEWSOM E:
[Speaking indistinctly]

BRACKENREID:
Good afternoon, gents.

Inspector Thomas Brackenreid
of the Toronto Constabulary.

Why, Inspector, what a surprise
to see you again.

Roger Newsome.

Oh. Right.

The puzzler.
[ Chuckles ]

Taken a fancy
to automobiles now, have you?

More than a fancy, Inspector.

I'm a charter member
of our Auto Club.

Please, let me introduce
my dear, dear friends...

Frederick Fetherstonhaugh,
charter member.

- This is Dr. Perry Doolittle.
- Charter member.

And our gracious host,
Manfred Larkin.

Provisional member.

Pleasure to meet you, Inspector.

Are you an auto enthusiast
yourself?

BRACKENREID: N0.

I'm here to find out
if you can identify a man

that was found on
Winchester Street this morning.

Oh, no.
No, no, no.

Poor Diderik.

Diderik.
Dutch, was he?

NEWSOME: Yes.
Diderik Haan.

A dear, dear, dear friend.

One of our charter members,
in fact.

Oh, please, Roger.

You never cared for Diderik.

You ridiculed his "lack of
manners" and his "ruddy face."

We had our differences, but he
was a dear, dear, dear friend.

Gentlemen, gentleman.
Please, let us remain civil.

Emotions run high
upon hearing such awful news.

When did you last see Mr. Haan?

Last night.
All of us were here.

BRACKENREID:
What was the occasion?

We were tuning Diderik's machine

for our upcoming
automobile rally...

although why here instead
of at my estate, I don't know.

Manfred doesn't even have
a full garage.

Mm. I have plenty of tools
in my carriage house.

And better scotch, Perry.

BRACKENREID:
What time did Haan leave?

The usual -- 10:30, 10:45.

This tire mark --
Are you familiar with it?

FETHERSTONHAUGH: Ha.

Do you find
that photograph amusing, sir?

No.

I know that tread.

It belongs to a prototype
from the Ransom Olds company.

A capital machine.
Only one in the city.

I tried to buy it myself,
but I was outbid.

You see?

It was here last night.

Diderik Haan's pride and joy.

BRACKENREID:
Good afternoon, Mrs. Haan.

Chief Inspector
Thomas Brackenreid,

Toronto Constabulary.

I have news of your husband.

But first, I need to take a look
at his automobile.

Oh.
I sold it this morning.

[ Chuckles] I can't wait
to see the look on his face

when he finds out
how little I got for it.

What's he done now?

Found trouble
with another two-bit hussy?

You sold his motorcar
this morning?

Mm-hmm.

To three constables, in fact.
[ Chuckles ]

Bloody hell.

According to the widow,
Crabtree, Jackson, and Higgins

are carousing in the automobile
that ran over our victim.

They could afford an automobile?

That's not the point, Doctor.

That motorcar
is essentially a murder weapon.

Yes, but how much
did they pay for it?

Does it matter?
It's evidence.

Right.
Of course, Inspector.

So, where is the automobile now?

Out in the middle of nowhere,
I expect.

They'd better bring it back
in one piece.

Otherwise,
we'll have nothing to go on.

Why was the widow selling it?

Disposing of the evidence,
perhaps?

According to Mrs. Haan, she had
no idea her husband was dead

-till she heard it from me.
- Then why sell his automobile?

He was caught out tomcatting
one time too many.

This morning, he was gone, but
the motorcar was still there.

She believed he was
with another woman,

so she sold it to spite him.

[ Chuckles]
Well, I admire her gumption.

But it does give her motive.

The maid swears that she never
left the house last night.

Regardless, my gut tells me
that she didn't do it.

Mm. Your gut?

Is that similar
to women's intuition?

[ Sighs ]
We have no scarcity of suspects.

That fancy damn Roger Newsome
hated the man.

Haan seems to have made enemies

of nearly all his friends
over the years.

Because of all his philandering?

Philandering, backstabbing,
reckless business dealings.

According to the widow,
he's a right piece of work.

I need to take a good look
at that automobile.

Really, though, you must know
how much they paid for it.

[ Door opens]

Hi, there.

Frank Rivers.

I'm the detective
here at the inn.

Oh. Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Please come in.
This is --

Dr. Julia Ogden.

RIVERS: Canada, huh?

Got to tell you,
I love that Canada.

McGuire's.
Am I right?

About what?

DR. OGDEN:
McGuire's beer, William.

Brewed in Toronto.

Damn right.

Stronger beer
for stronger people.

Oh.
Well, I don't drink much beer.

Oh, neither do I.

[Laughs]

[ Both laugh ]

So, Bill, why don't you tell me
what's concerning you?

- Actually, my name is --
- We had a phone call.

Around 2:00.

Was it threatening?

More strange then threatening.

A man's voice.

Slightly muffled.

"The bear will bleed.

The red arrow drops at noon."

Well, hmm.

Well, I will talk
to the girls down at the switch

and see if they recall
putting that through.

Was there anything else?

Actually,
about an hour or so later,

I saw two men in dark suits
in the elevator.

And I'm quite sure
that they were armed.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I admire
the police work there, Bill.

You see, I myself was with
the New York Police Department

for more than 2O years.

Hm. Now, if you two
are willing to keep a secret,

I can let you in on a little
confidential information.

Oh. Of course.

We have the President of the
United States arriving tomorrow.

President Roosevelt?

No wonder
the suite wasn't available.

RIVERS: [Chuckles] No.
Two suites.

He's got the whole sixth floor.

A suite for him and a suite
for his security team.

The White House has a whole
squad just to protect him,

even when he's traveling.

Sending men in advance
still seems excessive.

Well, after the assassination
last year,

it's better safe than sorry,
I suppose.

Mm.
Damn right about that, Bill.

Well, thank you
for setting our minds at ease.

This still doesn't explain
the phone call.

Well, that's probably
just a wrong number.

Thank you.

Jackson.

Do you suppose I could use
the motorcar on my own

tomorrow evening?

Now, does this have something to
do with that young lady, George?

It's not like that.
I'm just taking her for a drive.

I mean, who wouldn't want to go

-for a drive in an automobile?
-[ Engine sputters]

What was that?
What's happening?

What's going on?

I don't know.

HIGGINS:
It could be out of gasoline.

It's not out of gasoline, Henry.

HIGGINS:
What's wrong with it, then?

I don't know.

Well, how do you know
it's not out of gasoline then?

[Honk honks]

Constable Crabtree!

Come, now.
Surely you remember me.

Roger Newsome.

Of the Mimico Newsomes.

Ah, yes.
Mr. Newsome. Of course.

Appears you gentlemen
could use some help.

- We can manage, thank you.
- No, we can't.

We are broken down, sir.

Hang a minute.
You gents bought this machine

from Diderik Haan, did you?

From his wife, actually.

I'm sure we can lend a hand.

I know Diderik's old girl well.

Almost as well as you know
his old lady. [ Chuckles]

Just what are you insinuating?

Nothing.
Nothing.

DOOLITTLE: Diderik's wife
is a friend, Roger.

She deserves our compassion
for having been stuck so long

with that blasted fool.

Hey, Roger, please.
We're all friends here.

How much did you three
pay for this, anyway?

We may be constables,
but we are men of means.

FETHERSTONHAUGH:
I'm sure that you are.

I'm simply trying
to make you an offer.

How much would you take for it?

JACKSON: It's not for sale.

We are roadsters, sir.

We live for this automobile.

Every man has his price.
Just name it.

DOOLITTLE:
Now, Freddie, that's enough.

It's terrific
that police constables

can afford a motorcar.

The automobile is
the great democratic instrument.

If every man has a motorcar,
the streets will be overwhelmed.

Then we'll build more streets,

all interconnected
with a single roadway

that reaches
from coast to coast.

Now, that's an idea.

What a journey that would be.

It would take forever.

What would you call it?

The Transverse Continental
Motorcar Thoroughfare.

That's a bit of a mouthful.

Maybe just the Trans-Canada.

No.
That's a stupid name, George.

Wouldn't you
run out of gasoline?

DOOLITTLE: When every man
has a motorcar of his own,

petrol stations will populate
every city and town.

That's a fine vision, Perry,

but I think we need to focus
on getting city council

to raise the speed limit.

Indeed, Manfred.

They say 1O miles per hour
is "scorching."

I say not so.

There you go, Constables.

Give that a try.

Put your back into it.

All right, all right.

DOOLITTLE: Say, why don't you
join us at our rally tomorrow?

We start at my estate,

hit a few checkpoints on the way
to Niagara, and double back.

Great fun.

That sounds wonderful,
but we'll be unable to attend.

Not much of a machine, really.

And you know
this belonged to a dead man.

So?

- We own it now.
- Ah!

FETHERSTONHAUGH:
Just run over last night,

and you three
have already swooped in

to claim his belongings.

Run over?

Are you saying this automobile

belonged to the man who was
found on Winchester Street?

FETHERSTONHAUGH:
That's right.

CRABTREE: We have to go
back to the station.

Now, hold on.

How much will it cost for me
to buy this automobile?

It's not for sale, sir.

It's evidence.

BRACKENREID:
What do you have, Doctor?

This wound on his head,
Inspector -- It isn't consistent

with the
automobile-related injuries.

Someone hit him on the head?

With some kind of wooden object.

I found minute splinters
in the wound.

Is that what killed him, then?

In comparison to his other
injuries, it is quite minor.

But I do not believe the road
accident killed him either.

The damage
to the internal organs

was inflicted
after the man was already dead.

Then what was it?

Remember I noted how lifelike
the body appeared after death?

- Mm.
- Well, I've attributed it

in part
to the redness of the blood.

Certain poisons, like cyanide,
can result in bright red blood.

BRACKENREID:
So you think he was poisoned.

Well, it would seem that way.

He was dead
before he was run over.

Before both times
he was run over.

Perhaps whoever killed him

wanted it to look
like a road accident.

He was bashed on the head,
poisoned,

and then maimed
by his own motorcar.

Someone really wanted
this poor bugger dead.

It seems it's time to retire
to the bedroom, Detective.

Indeed, it does, Doctor.

[ Clatter]

[ Clatter]

Dear God.

What was that?

MAN: Excuse me.
Can I help you?

Yes. We'd like to go up
to the next floor.

Oh, no, sir.
I'm afraid I can't allow that.

We heard a noise upstairs.

Someone may have had
a terrible accident.

I can assure you
there's nobody on that floor.

Both suites are vacant.

But we just heard a disturbance
not two minutes ago.

No, sir.
That's impossible.

Look, I understand
your reluctance to say anything.

But we know
about the President's visit.

Something happened up there,
and I intend to investigate.

Sir, I've spoken
to the President's security.

Everything is under control.

Is this about the gratuity?

Please, return to your room.

I found no traces of cyanide, so
I'm testing out other poisons.

What I'm looking for is
something that would kill a rat,

but also oxygenate its blood
to make it appear bright red.

So you killed all these rats
with poison?

Oh, no, no.
Some of them survived.

I'll save them
for my next experiment.

Oh, well, lucky them.
[ Chuckles]

DR. GRACE: What I've learned
so far is that carbon monoxide

acts like oxygen
in making the blood red.

But instead
of giving the body oxygen,

it inhibits the blood cells
from carrying it.

Too much carbon monoxide

would kill a rat or a man
very quickly.

So you're saying
that this carbon oxygen

is what killed Diderik Haan?

Carbon monoxide, and yes.

Well, what is it?
Where would someone get it?

It's a by-product
created by combustion.

Any machine that runs on petrol
would produce it.

Like a motorcar.

DR. GRACE: Indeed.

Sir, why would someone run over
a man who he was already dead?

To make it look
like an accident.

Dried blood.

So, if the automobile
belonged to the dead man,

who was driving it?

One of his so-called friends
from the Auto Club, I imagine.

He was last seen
with one of them.

Sir, the very tall one --

He was eager to buy
the motorcar from us.

Perhaps he didn't want
the Constabulary

looking at it too closely.

Frederick Fetherstonhaugh.

Lawyer, I believe.

Never trusted lawyers.

But then that Dr. Doolittle
also mentioned

some sort of friendship
with the dead man's wife.

Said he sympathized with her

for having been married so long
to a "blasted fool,"

as he put it.

Helping a friend get away
from a bad marriage --

That's a motive.

The widow also said something
about Larkin owing Haan money.

Wouldn't somebody who owned an
automobile be extremely wealthy?

Present company excluded,
of course.

[Laughs]
Larkin's a silk-stocking dandy.

You should see
the size of his estate.

Sir.

They're gone.

- The gloves.
- What gloves?

There was a pair of gloves in
there when we bought the thing.

Mrs. Haan didn't know
who they belonged to.

It's unlikely
they were the dead man's.

He was wearing gloves
when we found him.

Well, they probably belonged
to whoever drove the oar last...

whoever ran him over.

Then who could have taken them?

The only people who were close
to this automobile

besides myself and the lads were
those chaps from the Auto Club.

So that lot
comes across your lot.

One of them sees the gloves,

realizes that's evidence
left behind.

Whoever it is
snatches them back,

thinking it's the last link
between him and the murder.

So one of the men from
the Auto Club is our killer.

I knew it from the second I laid
eyes on those poncey twits.

CRABTREE: [ Sighs 1

Looks like you,
Jackson, and Higgins

are gonna be attending that
auto rally tomorrow, Sunshine.

William?

What on earth are you doing?

Julia.

[ Breathes deeply]

[ Chuckles ]

I have created
an elongated circumscope.

Now, instead of merely
peering around a corner

and remaining unseen, this will
allow us to see what's going on

in the room
a full story above us.

I see.

Where did you find those tubes?

Oh. Uh...
don't use the water closet.

Now, if you could help me
by opening this window,

we'll see what we can find
in the room above us.

DR. OGDEN: [Chuckles]

Unfortunately, the field of
vision will be quite small.

Refracting light
over such a long distance

will mean
that the image will be tiny.

Oh. It's so big.

But it goes in quite easily...

and reaches
right into that perfect spot.

Is it working?

Nice and still.

Ah, yes.
I can see an overturned chair...

uh...

some blueprints,
possibly of the hotel lobby.

I imagine
the presidential security team

would need to study
the floor plans of the hotel

to ensure against surprises.

Anything else?

No.

Oh, wait.

I see a shoe.

Or at least I think it's a shoe.

Possibly on a man's foot,
but I can't quite...

[ Groans]

We need to see
from a different angle.

I have an idea.

[ Indistinct conversation]

FETHERSTONHAUGH: Ah, yes.
I remember.

[ Horse nickers]

NEWSOME: Constable!

Glad you could join us.

Looking forward
to a speedy jaunt?

Mr. Newsome,
where did you get those gloves?

- Hmm?
- Your gloves.

These? I bought them
from my preferred glover.

I'm gonna need you
to accompany me to the station.

Excuse me? Wa--
[ Chuckles ]

What iS this poppycock?

You're under arrest,
Mr. Newsome.

On suspicion of murder.

[ Handcuffs click]

BRACKENREID: So, the fumes
from a motorcar killed him.

Yes. But for exhaust inhalation
to cause death,

the motorcar would need to be
left running in a small space.

Why would anyone
leave an automobile running?

They were in a hurry, perhaps.

Many of those engines are
quite difficult to turn over.

So, our killer
knocked Haan on the head

and left him with the engine
running in an automobile stable.

I believe
they call them "garages."

"Garage"?
What kind of word is that?

- DR. GRACE: French.
- Slimy Frenchies.

They're even naming
our barns now.

They're bloody stables
for bloody automobiles!

DR. GRACE: Yes. Very good.

Any of the auto stables
I've seen

would be too large
and allow for too much airflow.

It's more likely
Mr. Haan and his motorcar

were stowed
in a small enclosed structure...

something big enough for an
automobile, but not much larger.

LARKIN: I have plenty of tools
in my carriage house.

Larkin's carriage house.

I need to get
to that auto rally.

Auto rally? I should
accompany you, Inspector.

In case
there are any medical matters.

Grab your hat.

They're not my gloves.

I was lying.

Please,
I can't be arrested again.

Do you have any idea
of the condition of your cells?

Those gloves were
in Diderik Haan's automobile.

I know.

I stole them.
I admit it.

-I'll pay you back for them.
- I think you stole them

because you knew
they were evidence.

Evidence? I stole them
because I liked them.

CRABTREE: A man of your means,
Mr. Newsome, stealing --

LARKIN: What's going on?

Mr. Larkin, I'm afraid
I'm placing Mr. Newsome here

under arrest.

No. No.
I-l can't let you do that.

Excuse me?

-[ Gun cocks ]
- Get in the motorcar.

We're going for a ride,
gentlemen.

After you.

[ Grunts ]
I can't fit.

My shoulders are too wide.

I think I can fit.

Julia, are you sure?

It's quite dark and dusty
in there.

Dust? Oh, my.
How could I ever manage?

[ Grunts ]
I've got it.

[Grunts] I can see...

nothing, really.

The floor.

Hold on.
I can turn it.

Dear God!

[ Breathing heavily]

He's dead.

What? Who?

I don't know.

A large man.
He's covered in blood.

One of the President's
security men.

If they killed him,

perhaps they're planning
to assassinate the President.

"The bear will bleed."

William, the telephone message.

-"The red arrow drops at noon."
-"At noon."

It must be some kind of code
for the assassination.

Well, if that's the case, the
President is about to arrive.

He'll be walking
straight into his death.

MURDOCH: [ Sighs 1

[ indistinct conversation]

BRACKENREID: Jackson!
Where's Larkin?

Uh, I don't know, sir.

- Where's Crabtree?
-[ Vehicle approaching ]

There, sir!

-Inspector!
- Just keep driving!

- Come on. Go.
- BRACKENREID: Jackson.

Come on. Let's get after them!
Higgins, stay there!

[ Horn honks]

DR. GRACE: Hey, Inspector!

We're not going to catch them
in that carriage!

Thank you.

BRACKENREID:
Jackson, get in the back!

But I [Groans]

BRACKENREID: You sure
you can handle this thing?

There can't be much to it.

Aw.

That's my car.

I'm afraid the elevator is
currently closed to guests, sir.

I could take you
to the service elevator if...

My God, man!
This is an emergency!

I haven't got
any American currency.

Please, hurry.

MAN: Right this way.

Julia!

Now, just what is going on here,
Manfred?

We're taking a little trip
across the border.

I have a safe house there
from which I will be sending

the ransom demand
to your family.

You don't intend to kidnap me,
do you?

I am kidnapping you, Roger.

At this very moment.

Kidnapper.
Kidnappee.

Innocent bystander.

Sorry about that, Constable.

But I've been working
on this plan for months.

I didn't let Diderik
get in the way,

and I'm certainly not
gonna let you ruin this.

BRACKENREID:
Rather fast, don't you think?

Constable Crabtree's life
could be at stake.

Rather him than me.

There they are!
We can catch them.

- Go faster.
-l'm trying.

I know how fast
this motorcar can go.

The pedal is extended
all the way, Mr. Larkin!

The pedal is pressed
against the metal!

Oh! This bloody flivver
won't go fast enough!

Language, Doctor.

[ Sighs ]
We're carrying too much weight.

Jackson, you're slowing us down.

Uh, well...

Well, jump off, man.

Uh...

Aah!

[ Gasps]

Oh! That's more like it!

Sorry, sir. The service elevator
can run a little slow sometimes.

- Should have taken the stairs.
- You're right.

- Give it up, Manfred!
- Keep quiet, Roger!

Man alive!
Don't shoot, you maniac!

- LARKIN: Stay down, Roger!
- Aah!

[Both gasp 1

[Gunshot]

Steady on!

Yeah, but stop moving,
Constable!

CRABTREE: I'm trying!
I'm trying!

NEWSOME: Get him, Constable!
Yes!

Pull the car over safely!

I'm in a very precarious
position back here!

Sorry about this, Constable.

You weren't supposed
to be part of the plan.

[ Choking ]

Newsome! Help!

Sincerest apologies, Constable!

Larkin, you're under arrest.

[ Grunts, breathes heavily]

George, are you all right?

Yes. I think I am.

[ Breathes deeply]

Thank you, Emily.

[ Indistinct conversations,
elevator bell dings]

MURDOCH: Mr. President!

No!

President Roosevelt!

No. Wait.

Sir, I'm terribly sorry.

I'm a police detective
from Toronto, Canada,

and I believe
these men are impostors

attempting to assassinate you.

Dear God, man.

Impostors?
[Laughs]

I may have more men
on my security team

than I can count these days,

but I'm quite sure that Williams
and McDermid are on my side.

Sir -- Mr. President...

there is a dead man
in this hotel,

and we saw these men
coming from that floor.

Dead, are they?

Both of them.

[ Breathes deeply ] Well, I
suppose there was no other way.

There was a plot to do me harm.

My men discovered it
and arrived last night to...

take care of the problem.

[ Elevator bell dings]

Oh.

It appears
we were a bit overzealous.

How very embarrassing.

Mm.

Ihope
you can accept our apology.

Oh, of course.
Good day.

Good day.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT:
I'm fine.

- Let me check you in.
-l'm fine.

McGuire's.
Am I right?

DR. OGDEN:
"The red arrow drops at noon."

Julia...

-there's a third man.
- Really, I'm fine.

The detective from this hotel --

He was in the room
with those men.

He knows their plans.

Plans for the assassination?

-"The red arrow drops at noon."
- William.

Stop right there!

Hands behind your back!

We got him, Mr. President.

Oh, my God.

You really have saved my life.

[ Breathes deeply]

It's true -- I'm broke.

Cleaned out.

I hoped to hold Roger for ransom
and...

start fresh.

What about Haan?

You killed him when no one
would pay his ransom.

No.

No. He found out.

When he threatened
to spoil my plan,

I panicked and hit him
with a piece of timber.

But that didn't kill him.

I never intended to kill him.

I locked him and his motorcar
in the carriage house

just in case
any of the others came back.

Then I went inside
to have a stiff drink

and figure out what to do next.

And when you came back,
he was dead.

I still don't understand
what happened.

BRACKENREID: You left
your motorcar running,

is what happened.

The carbon monoxide killed him.

The what?

Fumes from the exhaust.

Deadly
in the wrong circumstance.

How was I supposed to know
the exhaust from his motorcar

would kill him?

[Chuckles] Well...

you'll have plenty of time
to read up on it in prison.

Oh, by the way, next time,

you might want to think
of taking a carriage.

[ Door closes ]

These are for the detective.

Dr. Grace,
I wanted to thank you again.

You may have saved
my life today.

Well, it's a good thing
I'm a better driver than you.

Well, now,
I was trying to get caught.

So you're saying
you were holding back?

No. I'm just saying, who knows
if you would have caught me

if I didn't wrestle the gunman
and stopped the motorcar?

DR. GRACE: [Chuckles]

Well, perhaps
you can take me for a drive

in your new automobile sometime.

As a thank you
for saving your life.

Of course.
Any time.

I'm free this afternoon.

I can't this afternoon.

I have to pick up, uh,
an appointment.

L-I have an appointment.

Oh.

[ Chuckles] I see.
Urn...

Well, another time, then.

Certainly. Yes.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

I can't thank you two enough.

DR. OGDEN: [Chuckles]

I certainly didn't expect that
from a former police officer.

He was only a hotel detective,
wasn't he?

He was with the New York Police
Department, or so he told us.

Aha.
When I was police commissioner,

I cleaned out
a lot of bad apples,

which made me a lot of enemies.

He must be one of them.

Isuppose.

Well, glad to be of help.

You could, in fact,
do me one more favor.

- Of course, Mr. President.
- Yes.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT: Keep this
little incident to yourselves.

After what happened
last year in Buffalo,

well, news of another attempt on
on the life of a U.S. president

might create unnecessary panic.

Yes, of course.
You have our word.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT:
I thank you once again.

Now, how is it
that we're so lucky

to have you two
in New York City this weekend?

Actually,
we're on our honeymoon.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT:
Honeymoon?

Oh. But they've put me
in the honeymoon suite.

Well, this is not right.

- Here. Please.
- Oh.

- We wouldn't dream of it.
- Nonsense.

You can.
You will.

Absolutely not.

I'm the American president,
my good man.

I'm not accustomed to refusal.

We graciously accept.

Thank you, Mr. President.

A woman of beauty and sense.

You're a lucky man, Detective.

Well.

It seems your plan for luxury

may be coming together
after all.

Saving the life of the President
of the United States

-does have its perks.
-[Laughs]

Good afternoon, Mrs. Brooks.

Are you ready
to be chauffeured about town

in this fine automobile?

Indeed.
I believe I am.

We can go anywhere you like
this afternoon.

We could go to the country...

out to the Scarborough Bluffs...

[Sighs] But who would
see us way out there?

- King Street it is.
-[ Chuckles ]

-[ Engine sputters]
- Oh.

Oh, no.

- Oh, it's done this before.
- Ah.

I would say
I know how to fix it,

but I don't know how to fix it.

That's all right.
It's fine.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

I fear our outing
has ended rather quickly.

Well, why don't we take a walk
down to the arcade?

I thought
you wanted to go for a drive.

I did.
But I could fancy a stroll.

Is this a date, Edna Brooks?

I suppose it is,
George Crabtree.

- Well, good.
-[ Chuckles ]