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(theme music)

(crickets chirping)
♪

(woman panting)

♪

♪

(whistling)

New automobile,
bespoke suit;

our victim was
a man of means, Julia.

So what was he doing
in this part of town?

I don't know.
How long has he been dead?

Well, rigor has passed,
so more than a day I'd hazard.

And the vomit on his jacket
is quite dry. William,

there's intra-dermal bruising
on his right temple,

so he was leaning heavily
on it before he died.

The right temple?

That seems odd, given
that he's in the driver's seat.

(piano music)
Julia, I don't think

our victim
came here voluntarily.

I believe someone may have
driven him here.

Moved his body
into the driver's seat.

He died 36 to 48 hours ago,

perhaps longer.

Vehicle was registered
to an Edward McInnes,

owner of McInnes Biscuits.

His wife reported him
missing two days ago.

Do we have a cause of death yet?
We're going to test

for poisons. Miss James
is bottling Mr. McInnes

in readiness.
Oh, I see.

Don't worry, Detective,

we will try to put everything
back in the right place.

I'm sure his wife
will appreciate that.

I'll wager you're eager
to get started.

I won't keep you ladies.
Good day.

Did I upset the Detective?

(laughing): Not at all.
He never did get

the hang of morgue humour.
You, on the other hand,

are a quick study.

What do we have here?

A young woman fished out
of the river early this morning.

Oh no!
What is it, Miss James?

No, it can't be!

You know her?

It's Sarah. Sarah Franklin.

She's at the Medical College,

two years above me.

I'm so sorry.
Dear God,

how could this happen?

(indistinct chatter)

Are you sure, Doctor?

I can't find
any evidence of wrongdoing.

I'm going to record
a death by drowning,

but I believe Miss Franklin
took her own life.

That's not possible.

I realize it's not
what you want to hear,

but it is consistent
with the police report.

Her shawl
was folded nearby,

there were stones in her pocket,

and railing on the footbridge
wasn't broken.

It seems she climbed over and
threw herself into the water.

Or she was thrown over.

There was no evidence
of struggle.

But Sarah had no reason
to take her own life, Dr. Ogden.

She was about
to graduate,

she just received
a research scholarship.

She was so excited
about her future.

There was no water
in her stomach;

how can you
explain that?

It could have been forced

into the intestines
by peristalsis,

especially if she had an empty
stomach and drowned slowly.

Miss James, this must be
a terrible shock.

I'm so sorry.

(indistinct chatter)

Yes, my husband
was wearing this suit

when he left the house.
Tuesday evening?

It was the last time
I saw him.

Had your husband encountered
any problems of late?

At work perhaps?
No.

Edward was an astute business
man and very well-liked.

He has never been anything
but a good provider.

Mrs. McInnes, if I may ask--
Edward and I

were betrothed
at a very young age.

We raised our children
in a Christian household.

We were always courteous
to one another,

but our marriage
was no love match.

I see.

Some years ago,
Edward took his first mistress,

something I accepted.
It seemed

easier than being required
to be a "wife" in that regard.

Does that answer
your question?

Thank you
for your candour.

Do you recall anything unusual
prior to his disappearance?

Not that I remember.

Though a woman did call
at the house the same day

I reported Edward missing.
She was anxious to speak to him.

Who was she?
I don't know.

She was distraught, but
not enough to leave her name.

Thank you, Mrs. McInnes.

If there is anything else,
I will contact you.

Should you wish to speak to

my husband's current mistress,
her name is Lucy Stone.

I believe he had
installed her

in a flat
above a milliner's

on Yonge Street.

So his wife knows
where I live.

She does.

I bet she didn't shed a tear
over Edward being dead.

It seems
they had an agreement.

Yes.

Thank you. It was something
his wife arranged.

But that's

all in the past now.

Poor Eddie.

(Miss Stone sighing)

When did
your relationship begin?

Nearly two years ago.

And we were happy too,

no matter what his wife
might tell you.

We saw each other
as much as we could,

what with his...
responsibilities.

Did you see him
the night of his death?

Uh, no...

Why was that?

Well, truth be told,
Detective,

he stopped visiting
three months ago.

Did he give you a reason?

He found another girl,
I suppose.

Still, he was...

honourable enough
to keep paying my rent

and sending me
a little something.

I know I won't be much welcome
at his funeral,

but I would very much like
to see him one more time.

I can arrange that,
Miss Stone.

Thank you.

I just can't accept
that Sarah would kill herself.

We opened her up and there was
no water in her stomach.

I don't understand how you can
drown and have no water
in your stomach.

Any wrongdoing and your doctor
would've figured that out

You say she's sharp.
She is, but maybe
she made a mistake.

(man sighing)
You know, I still can't

fathom this, Becca.

Cutting open dead people?

I just took out a man's liver
and put it in a bottle.

Then I did his kidney
and his spleen.

How's that for a morning's work?
Disgusting.

I've got used to it.

I just see body bits now.
We all have them.

We do and they don't
belong in jars,

that's plain unholy.
(Miss Jane sighs.)

I don't know, maybe
your friend--
Sarah.

Could be she had things
going on she didn't talk about.

Things she took
to the grave.

Why not let her
rest in peace, Becca?

You're wrong,

but I don't have time
to argue with you.

I have to get to the school.
Well, argue with me at
the church social.

You are coming, aren't you?
Yes.

I got roped into borrowing
chairs from the school for it.

Well, I'll get a wagon,
give you a hand.

You will?

Come on, Becca,
that was your plan all along.

Well, yes it was.

Make sure you don't
crash up that thing.

Don't worry, I won't.

(sigh)

(buoyant music)
(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

For centuries
we have lived in darkness,

but no more.

We are throwing off
the cloak of ignorance, ladies.

A year ago, a microbiologist

a Doctor David Bruce
found parasites

in the blood of a European man
suffering from, of all things,

African sleeping sickness.
Formal name, anyone?

Yes, Miss Roy.
African trypanosomiasis.

Thank you.

Now, those same parasites
had been previously found

in trout and frogs.

Were they the cause
of the man's malady?

Or, if so,

how had they been
transmitted to the victim?

Miss Baxter?
Via Glossina Morsitans.

Ah yes, indeed!
The fancy Latin term

for the ubiquitous tsetse fly.

So now we have the cause,
the specific microbe;

the search
for a treatment begins.

It's a thrilling time
to be in medicine.

Cures will be found
and deadly diseases eradicated

in your lifetime, ladies. Though
in the meantime, I suggest

you stay away
from the tsetse fly.

(some women chuckling)

Professor Hempel,
our final exam results?

I believe they will be
posted tomorrow. Now good day.

Drowned?

That's truly,
truly awful.

Poor Sarah.

You were both in the same
study group, weren't you?

Yes. We spent hours together.
Was she upset about

something that would give her
cause to take her own life?

Nothing at all.
Has to be some kind of accident.

She was graduating,

starting work with
Professor Hempel, lucky thing.

Why kill herself?
I know.

I feel the same way.
Maybe it has

something to do with her beau.
I wouldn't call him a beau.

Who is he?
His name is--

We shouldn't
say anything, Anne.

Why not?
Sarah was very private.

She's dead,
it's a bit late for secrets.

Alright then.

His name's Bernard Winston.

He's a medical student
in his final year.

Just a second,
who are you again?

You were a friend
of Sarah's.

I still can't believe it.

We were supposed to have supper

at my hall last night,
but she didn't show up.

Did you get
into an argument?

Was she upset
about something?

What do you mean?

You think I had
something to do with this?

I'm just trying to understand
what happened, Mr. Winston.

How long had you known her?

We met at the inauguration

of the new medical
building in October.

Right off the bat,
her intelligence shone through.

You were attracted
to her brain?

That's novel.

My father pushed me
into medical school,

but I'm more cut out
for the cricket pitch

than study hall.

I would've been out on my ear
months ago without Sarah's help.

Sounds like you owe her a lot.

It wasn't all work.

Our knowledge of anatomy
wasn't... purely academic.

She was happy,
Miss James,

excited about the future.

(clanking)

I talked to her friends,
and no one can fathom

Sarah taking her own life.

The suicide of someone close
can be hard to comprehend,

and the reason why
Miss Franklin made that choice

is, no doubt, very complex.

You may never have an answer.
Bit what if she didn't
kill herself?

Miss James,

without evidence
of foul play,

there's nothing we can do
about it. You understand
that, don't you?

Then let's turn our attention
to what poison

killed Mr. McInnes.

Reinsch has proven unhelpful.
♪

Could you set up
for the Gutzeit test?

And the science laboratory is
to be at the end of this wing.

Yes, for my wife
and myself.

I suppose she's behind the
automated dishwashing cupboard.

Actually, that's my idea.
I have

detailed specifications here--
Which I have studied

carefully, Detective Murdoch.
No matter the peculiarities

of the room contents, it's still
a bricks-and-mortar construction

for which I am well qualified.
Yes.

From your prospectus,

it's clear that you are
thoroughly competent.

Now, did you make note
of these roof lines?

Unconventional but sound.
Nothing that can't

be constructed.
I've designed them this way

so that rainwater can be
collected, stored and reused

for irrigation --
that is until I install

the internal cooling system
that will work--

Can I ask when you will be
making a decision, Detective?

Oh, that could be years.

The technology required
for such a system

is still in its infancy--
I mean on which contractor
you'll be using.

There are a number of people
considering my services.

Oh. Well,
I'm-I'm sure you can

appreciate this decision
is considerable

and not one to be made
in haste. I will

contact you in due time,
Mr. Binks.

Detective Murdoch. Madam.

Patience is not a virtue

amongst the city's contractors.

Isn't Mr. Binks the seventh
man you've interviewed?

Yes, and he made
the short list

based on his budget parsimony.
But I don't think

he fully appreciates the
intricacies of my design, Julia.

He doesn't need to appreciate
it to build it, surely.

Wasn't he a contractor
on the King Edward Hotel?

Yes.

That hasn't
fallen down yet.

That isn't the point.

Well, what is the point
of a builder but to build?

Don't answer that.

I have the results
on Mr. McInnes.

Arsenic poisoning.

Likely administered
by several small doses.

The accumulation
eventually killed him.

I also found a purgative
in his system.

Hmm, that would explain
the vomit that was found
on his clothing.

An unsuccessful attempt
to save him perhaps.

Do you have
any suspects?

At this point, two.
Wife and mistress.

Wife and mistress?
Some motive there surely.

So you would think,

but the arrangement
seemed to suit all parties.

How terribly French!

Hmm...

So, am I to assume

that Mr. Binks
is off your list?

We can do better, Julia.

(Julia sighs.)

♪
(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

Dr. Stowe-Gullen.

Yes, Miss James.
How can I help you?

It's about Sarah Franklin.

Yes, I was very saddened
to hear the news.

I just saw her exam result.
I... I don't understand

how she could fail.
I am equally mystified.

Miss Franklin was
one of our best students.

She would have made
an exceptional research
scholar for Professor Hempel.

She just needed
to pass this exam.

Maybe there was
some mistake.

Perhaps her exam
was muddled up

with some other student's.
There's no mistake,

Miss James. This is
what she handed in.

♪

She didn't write a word.
Deliberately sabotaging

her bright future.
Why she would do that?

I'm afraid she took

the answer with her
to the grave, Miss James.

Goodbye, Edward.

Rest in peace.

I'm sorry
for your loss, Miss Stone.

Thank you.

Detective, I know you didn't
have to allow this.

I appreciate
the courtesy.

(Miss Stone sobbing)

I believe
her grief is genuine.

It certainly seems so.
(door closing)

Julia, did you see
her complexion?

I noticed it
the first time

I met her.
She seems overly pale.
Yes. She could be anaemic,

though she was perspiring and
I also noted her odorous breath.

Is she ill?

Those are classic symptoms
of mercury treatment.

Mercury's primary use is in
the treatment of syphilis, no?

Yes. It has limited results,

but in the absence of a cure...

Julia, if Miss Stone
is syphilitic,

then there's every possibility

that Mr. McInnes was as well.

Anne,

Katherine, did you see

Sarah's exam result?
I couldn't believe it.
Big fat zero.

That doesn't make any sense.
Why would she do that

if she already knew the--
Katherine...

What? You're the one who said
you didn't want to keep quiet.

Don't be idiotic.
Think of the consequences.

There are no consequences
for me; I didn't believe her!

Believe what?

Well, the cat's out of the bag
now, you might as well know.

Sarah hadn't been pulling
her weight in our study group.

She stopped coming to classes,
spent all of her time
in the laboratory.

She expected us to pick up the
slack and give her our notes.

And we got sick
of doing her work.

We tried to throw her out
of the study group,

let her sink or swim,
but she begged us not to.

Swore up and down
she'd make it up to us.

And she did, too.
How?

The next time we saw her,
she was very sure

about the questions
on the final exam.

Told us exactly
what to study.

She was right.

Anne got a great mark.

And you?

Unfortunately,
I didn't listen to her.

How did Sarah know
the exam questions?

I think it has something to do
with Bernard Winston.

Why?
He's no bright shining light,

but he scored top marks in the
same exam at the men's college.

How do you think
he managed that?

I'll get back to you.

Is that our builder?!

Mr. Cole? Perhaps.

Though he did laugh at my notion
of a standing bath.

So he has a sense of humour;

you can't penalize him for that.
This is an important decision.

Yes, and one
that must be made, soon.

I won't place our home
into the wrong hands.

Whose hands
are the right hands?

I haven't found them yet.
Let's face it, William,

you think you should
build our house.

(laughing): Me?
No one man can do that.

Well, of course they can't.

But perhaps
with the right crew,

some competent craftsman...

Of course, you would have
to have a very good foreman.

William!

I was joking.

Oh.
Let's talk about this later.

I've made
an interesting discovery.

Come to my office.

(inaudible conversation)
(bell tolling)

Syphilis is
a truly insidious disease.

It can invade the nervous system
at even the earliest stages.

So to that end,
I re-examined Mr. McInnes

and discovered
he had ocular syphilis.

It was affecting his eyesight.
Mm-hmm.

So he would have known
he was a carrier then.

Most likely.

Which would explain
why he stayed away

from his wife and stopped
seeing his mistress.

He was trying
to be responsible.

A little too late
for Miss Stone however.

He sentenced her to death.
Or as least madness.

Actually, there has been
some scientific progress.

Two scientists from Germany,

Fritz Schaudinn
and Erich Hoffmann,

have identified
the causative bacteria.

"Treponema pallidum
spirochete."

But how to eradicate
the bacteria without
harming the patient?

That is the next
scientific challenge.

So you think

syphilis plays a role
in Mr. McInnes' death?

Given his domestic
arrangement, perhaps it does.

(indistinct chatter)

Mr. Winston!
What do you want now?

You cheated
on your final exam.

Not here.

What are you talking about?
Don't pretend you don't know!

You stole the exam questions
and gave them

to Sarah! She threatened
to expose you, didn't she?

You don't know
what you're talking about.

She was going to tell
so you shut her up.

I didn't.
You threw her in the river.

You've got it all wrong,
you silly fool!

Oh, you can tell that
to the police.

I didn't give the exam
to Sarah; she gave it to me.

What do you mean?
She told me what to study.

You're lying.
She knew the questions.

How?
I don't know.

I didn't want to know.

Oh, God, are you gonna tell?

Are you?

Please don't!
(suspenseful music)

(woman): I found it!
(woman laughing)

(woman talking indistinctly)

♪

♪

♪
(indistinct chatter)

Miss James.
Detective.

What are you doing here?

I...

I've been looking
into Sarah Franklin's death.

Oh, Miss Franklin?
The suicide?

I... Well,
I found something.

Not that I should
have been looking.

That's quite all right.
What did you find?

I found an address
in Sarah's locker.

"RS-100, 2040
Rosehill Avenue."

I just discovered
who lives there.

Edward McInnes.

I believe the two cases
are connected.

I believe you're right.

(indistinct chatter)
♪

So Miss Franklin
had the exam in advance

and shared it with Bernard
Winston and the rest
of her study group,

but then handed in
a blank exam?

Yes.

And you think she was going
to report the cheating?

How else to explain
the blank exam?

And none of this
explains why

Sarah had the address
of a murdered businessman

in her locker.
Perhaps Sarah

was Mr. McInnes' new mistress.

You think she killed him

for whatever reason
and then took her own life?

Or perhaps
someone killed them both.

Now, this is
the woman in question.

Well, Miss James,
I must commend your initiative.

Really?
Oh, I'm so relieved.

I thought you'd be
more disapproving.

Oh, heavens, no.
An inquisitive mind

must be encouraged.
Thank you, Mrs. McInnes.

The victim's wife confirms

that Miss Franklin
did indeed come to the home

looking for Mr. McInnes
the day after he died.

She also noted that
Miss Franklin seemed distraught,

though she had no idea why.

Perhaps there's more to learn
at the medical school.

Dr. Stowe-Gullen
may be helpful.

Precisely
where I'm headed now.
May I ride with you,

Detective? I have an assignment
to finish and hand in.

Of course.

♪

Miss Franklin was
a most meticulous student,

though happier in the lab
than the classroom.

What was her field of study?

She wanted to work
on identifying compounds

to combat bacterial disease.

Oh? It's a very new field.
I admire her ambition.

She was to be
a research scholar

for our esteemed
Professor Hempel.

Of all the students
in the country, he chose

our Miss Franklin.
I was so proud of her.

She will be
sorely missed.

I would like to speak
with this Professor Hempel.

Of course.

Miss Franklin
had a burning curiosity.

Not unlike a detective,
I suppose.

Now, that distinguished her.
That, as well as her ambition.

Yes. The study
of bacteria.

She was dedicated
to the long-term pursuit

of a therapia
sterilisans magna,

a treatment
that manages to kill

the harmful bacteria
without causing any damage

to a patient's
healthy cells.

"Magic in a bottle,"
I called it.

It's a bit
of a dream, actually,

but that wasn't going
to stop her.

This your work?

Yes, uh, I'm researching
African sleeping sickness.

I'm just a rank amateur compared
to my European colleagues,
but I'm keen

to find a way to protect
the brave missionaries

working on the Dark Continent.

Miss Franklin couldn't wait
to start working with me.

Did she seem
distressed lately?

Not at all.

That is why this has been
such a terrible shock.

Yes. Why destroy her future

by deliberately sabotaging
her final exam?

I have no idea.

I can only guess she had
some sort of a breakdown.

Melancholia is often
the companion of genius.

Hmm. Do you know
the exam questions in advance?

Good Lord, no. A province-wide
affair. Tightly guarded,

I gather.
Yes, of course, of course.

Did Miss Franklin
ever mention

a Mr. McInnes to you?

"McInnes"?

No, I don't
recognize the name.

Thank you for
your time, Professor.

♪

(indistinct conversation)

♪
(door closing)

Julia. Julia.
Have a look at this.

Some of Miss Franklin's
research.

She had been working...
with arsenic.

Do you think she had something
to do with Mr. McInnes' death?

She had the means,
she could be the killer.
But what's her connection?

She wasn't intimate with him. Or
if she was, she wasn't infected.

I re-examined her.

William, this research.

Miss Franklin wasn't working
with pure arsenic.

She was using arsenic compounds.

We know arsenic kills but when--
In combination

with other elements,
could also cure.

Exactly.

Some of these formulas
are very sophisticated.

She had been using

rats as test subjects.

With some success.

Julia, what if she was
onto something?

♪

(tick-tock)
(indistinct chatter)

(man sighing)

(other woman): Oh, thank you.

(eerie music)

(distant, echoing tapping)

♪

Here it is!

Miss Franklin was trying
to eradicate this!

Nasty-looking thing.

"Trypanosome."

Spiral-shaped parasite
that causes sleeping sickness.

Oh, that makes sense.

Miss Franklin had begun working
with Professor Hempel.

He is researching
sleeping sickness.

Julia, this illustration

reminds me of...

Oh yes!

Where are you going?

The research journal you were
showing me only yesterday.

What of it?

The causal agent for syphilis.

Here it is.

They look quite similar.
They do. In fact,

the scientists who discovered
the syphilis bacteria made
the same observation.

Could the treatment for one
also treat the other?

You think the professor
and Miss Franklin

were researching syphilis
as well as sleeping sickness?

♪
But if so, why not tell me?

Well, any breakthrough
in the cure for syphilis

would be an enormous
scientific coup.

It's the stuff of Nobel Prizes.

It would relieve
the suffering of millions.

So they kept
their work a secret.

Julia,

the compounds that Miss Franklin
had been working with,

could they be lethal
if given in frequent doses?

What are you thinking?

Perhaps Miss Franklin's rats
were not enough.

They needed
a human subject.

(footsteps)

(gasping)

What are you
doing in here?

I'm just a cleaner, sir.
I am almost finished.

Well, hurry it up.

I have a lot of work to do.

Yes, sir.
(distressing music)

Haven't I...?

Yes, I have seen you before.

You're no cleaner.
You're that new student

in second year.
The special case.

What are you doing
in my office?

Nothing.

What are you
looking for?

(shouting): Answer me, girl!

(both grunting)
(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(Miss James locking door)

(breathing audibly)

(footsteps)

(anxious breathing)

(footsteps)

(footsteps approaching)

(Hempel rattling lock
then unlocking door)

(Hempel locking door)

(footsteps)

I know you're in here.

(footsteps)

I just want to talk to you.

♪

Now, young lady...

...what were you doing
in my office?

Wouldn't want
to see you expelled

from the college.

I know about Sarah...

and about the cheating
on the final exam.

(Hempel sighing)
We had important work to do,

she had to pass.
You gave her the questions!

If I hadn't,
she was going to fail,

so yes. What of it?

Is that what you were
looking for?

Planning a little cheating
yourself, were you?

What papers were you burning?

Who are you?

What does RS-100 mean?

What's your name?

Rebecca James.

Well, Miss James,

you must be
quite a bright thing

to be accepted
into the college.

Perhaps we can come
to an agreement.

What does that mean?

I'll need a new
research assistant.

You could step
into Miss Franklin's shoes.

Are you interested?

No, you don't.

(dynamic music)

Detective Murdoch!

Mr. Desmond.
I'm sure glad

to see you, Detective.
Is everything all right?

I'm looking for Rebecca.

Now, we "was" supposed to meet
at the church social,

but she didn't show up.
That's not like her.

No, no, it's not.

I'll let you in
on a little secret:

I am on the verge
of a major discovery

that you could be
a part of.

Miss Franklin
would be proud of you,

another woman
entering the field.

You stole Sarah
Franklin's work.

Is that what
she told you?

She didn't
tell me anything!

She was no angel.

She had more than enough reason
to take her own life.

(footsteps)

Oh, my God!

Where is she?

Rebecca!

Becca, are you here?!
(stifled shouting)

(both grunting)

Argh!
UP HERE!

(suspenseful music)

Don't make a sound.

(muffled talking)

(suspenseful music)

(Rebecca grunting)

AH!
(glass-shattering noise)

(Rebecca grunting)

Detective, I am very pleased
to see you.

I caught this woman
rifling through my office.

I want her arrested
for burglary and assault.

Professor, take your hands
off Miss James this instant.

(Miss James sighing)
If you say,

Detective.
You alright, Becca?

Detective,

he gave Sarah the exam,
and he stole her work.

I'm afraid
your Miss James has

some cockeyed notion
about her friend.

(small nervous laugh)

Now,

why are you here, Detective?
Well, Professor, since

we last spoke, I looked a little
further into your research.

In particular, the similarities
between the causal agents

of syphilis
and sleeping sickness.

You have done your homework.
Did you know Edward McInnes?

No.

Was he RS-100?
RS...

I believe that was
Miss Franklin's coding system.

I hate to speak ill
of the dead...

Go on.

She had her lab rats,
but she...

she talked about needing
a human subject.

So Miss Franklin
knew Mr. McInnes?

If he was RS-100,

yes, I think she did.
He's lying!

He's the one
who treated Mr. McInnes.

Don't be ridiculous!
I can prove it!

♪
This was in his fireplace, sir.

Pieces of Mr. McInnes'
medical records.

Professor Hempel
was treating him.

He was burning
the evidence.

Detective, she came to me
and confessed what she had done.

I was merely
trying to help.

You gave him the purgative?
Yes,

I tried to save him,
but it was too late.

Sarah didn't give a patient
an unproven formula.

She would never do that!
You didn't know her.

Professor,

you're coming with me.

Miss James was right.

Sarah Franklin did not
kill Mr. McInnes.

She'd gone to his home

to find him the day
after he died.

Had she learned that you'd been
using her formulas?

(Hempel scoffing)
Sarah Franklin wasn't a saint.

What does that mean?
I learned of the similarities

between the agents for
sleeping sickness and syphilis.

When I saw the progress
Sarah was making

on arsenical compounds,
I proposed we work together.

She was excited
at the prospect,

and she gave me
her formula.

What of Mr. McInnes?

Well, he had done
his own research.

He knew the syphilis bacteria
had been identified

so he came to me
begging for help.

He was fully aware
of the risks.

So you began treating him

with Miss Franklin's
arsenic compounds.

Did she know about this?
Yes.

She was as ambitious as I.

Then a few weeks

into the treatment,
her lab rats started to die.

She tried adjusting the arsenic
levels in the compound,

but it was too late.
The damage was done.

And Mr. McInnes
began dying as well.

He was desperate.
Of course he was,

but you were the doctor,
the scientist.

You should have urged caution.
Don't be naive, Detective.

You think progress
is made without risk,

without intuitive leaps?

That's what separates
great minds from the ordinary.

And that's what you saw
in Sarah Franklin --

a great mind, a risk taker?
I did,

but I was wrong.
She was weak.

She couldn't cope
with her failure

and she suffered the
consequences at her own hand.

♪
You put a dying man

in his own car,
drove him to a remote area

and left him there to be found

by a night watchman. You're
under arrest for the murder

of Edward McInnes.

You let Sarah Franklin
think it was all her fault!

Miss James...
Well, it was her compound.

That you administered
to Edward McInnes!

Medical research
is a demanding field, my dear.

I've often wondered if
the fairer sex is up
to the challenge.

Well, given
the empirical evidence

of Sarah Franklin,
seems they are not.

All right,
that's enough, Professor.

Take him.
(door opening)

(door closing)
He's wrong, Detective.

Yes, Miss James.
He is wrong.

Well it's been
an exciting week at the college.

Your Miss James
is quite a pistol.

Yes, I believe
she's coming into her own.

I hope the morgue
can contain her energy.

I'm sure
you'll find a way.

Julia, I have
a proposal.

I'm setting up a course
in forensic medicine,

and I want you to teach it.
Me?

I think you'd be
a wonderful example

for our students to emulate.
(Julia sighs.)

That's very flattering,

but I must warn you
the research methods

I'd like to pursue
might be somewhat unorthodox.

That doesn't trouble me.
Medical research

is still uncharted territory.
There is no progress

without ruffling
a few feathers.

Then I'd be delighted
to stir up some controversy.

I can always count on you.
♪

(small chuckle)

♪

Alright. Wait. Wait.

(delighted sigh)

Since you missed
the party, Becca.

Come here.

Now what got
into you anyway,

poking around
some white man's study

when you could have been living
it up at the church social?

I could have bested him.
Really?

But it was good
to see you there.

Maybe it's time for you to put
that moonlight detective work

on the back burner, Becca.
Says who?

Says me.
Really?

Admit it.
You need protection.

Admit it.
You're envious.

You know we make
a good team.

Oh, you think so, do you?
(Mr. Desmond chuckling)

When are you gonna
give that up?

I...

When are you gonna
give it up?

Patience, Mr. Desmond.

I promise,

it will be worth
the wait.

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