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So, I'm just meant to swallow it whole?

Have no fear, sir, it's
a dose of good health.

Fine fettle for 24
hours or your money back.

Money back?

Well, no need, I think
I feel better already.

What do you call them?

"Isolated Accessory Food Factors."

They're amines vital for the body.

Vital amines.

Well, here's what you should
call them... vitalamines!

No. Uh, uh, uh, vitalmines.

Vitelmints. Vi... vita...

Vitalamines. Ah!

_

Hello, I'm Dr. Julia Ogden.

- I believe I've heard of you.
- Huh?

You.

Because of your husband,

I lost my laboratory.

Oh.

And my research experiments
have been put on hold.

Well, it appears you're
back on your feet.

This is quite impressive.

- Miss Demeter, isn't it?
- Marilyn Clark.

It's all theoretical. I need funding.

I understand you're trying to
achieve a world without men.

First, we need to perfect
refrigeration techniques

to allow the fluid extracted
from the male to be preserved.

By "fluid," you mean...

A centrifuge would then sort particles

according to density
allowing us to eliminate

those carrying the male chromosome.

And then finally, each
remaining spermatozoon

would be combined with a
single egg from the mother.

- Outside of the womb?
- Eventually, yes.

My initial findings indicate
numerous complications.

First, I hope to achieve my aims through

intra-uterine fertility methods.

And you believe that to be possible?

Of course. Why wouldn't it be?

I see.

Well, thank you.

Dr. Ogden, there you are.

I afforded myself a break to
go see some of the other booths.

- It's remarkable!
- I've just been across the way here

- trying some health supplements.
- Oh,

I'd be wary of those, George.

Plenty so-called physicians

pass off placebos as
medicine these days.

Some are actually harmful.

I don't think in this case, Doctor.

I mean, if you're not satisfied,

they'll give you your money back.

They would hardly do that with
a product that didn't work.

In any case, the Detective has
asked that I come and find you.

There's something happening
outside you'll want to see.

Oh.

Those before me have been content

to experiment on animals.

Julia, George.

He's really going to do it.

- To do what?
- A human organ transplant.

What's he going to transplant,
sir? A foot? A head?

A kidney.

- Oh.
- Of course, such an endeavour

is fraught with peril. Most surgeons,

even the greatest in
the world, would not

dare make the attempt. But I assure you,

in my hands, the procedure
will be completely safe.

The well-being of my
patient is paramount.

The donated kidney has already
been successfully removed

with no damage to the organ,

and it awaits us in
the operating theatre.

All great advancements
begin with two factors:

risk and genius.

Both will be on display this afternoon.

- Who are they?
- I have no idea.

The surgery will commence momentarily.

Please come inside and find your seats.

It's OK.

Excuse me, Doctor.

This seems like an extremely
dangerous endeavour.

Not in my hands, madam.

Are you aware of Dr. Landsteiner's
research on blood types?

- How do you know about Landsteiner?
- I'm a police detective.

His work was relevant
to an investigation.

In fact, I visited Landsteiner
in Europe last year.

Blood compatibility is crucial to

the success of any
transfusion or transplant.

- If there's nothing else...
- Butcher!

- What?
- You will kill this woman!

Organ transplantation is still
impossible and you know it.

This woman has months
to live, possibly less.

She is a willing participant.

Fear and convention would
condemn her to death.

I bow to neither.

Clamp.

Sponge.

We're close. Bring out the organ.

Ligature.

There's too much
blood. I have to cauter.

She's still bleeding.

- Shall I put it back on ice?
- No! Get me a sponge.

- We've used them all.
- Well, then run the suction.

- It's running.
- Do it faster! Dammit! Clamps!

Suction!

Sponges, get me something!
I can't see anything!

There's too much blood! Yes.

Argh!

Ladies and gentlemen, the
surgery was unsuccessful.

She bled to death.

He must have nicked the abdominal aorta.

- Is that common?
- Not for an experienced surgeon.

And if that is what happened,

he should have noticed right away!

That poor woman!

What a way to die! In front
of a roomful of spectators...

Surely, she consented to the surgery.

She may not have known the risks.

This Dr. Lennox could have
misrepresented his abilities.

- Or he simply made a mistake.
- You there,

- you're the detective, yes?
- That's right.

I have a crime to report: sabotage.

- Sabotage? How is that possible?
- I don't know. But my patient is dead,

and it had nothing to do with me.

Well, you're the surgeon,
surely you're responsible.

- Who are you?
- Dr. Julia Ogden, city coroner.

You cut up the dead; I am a surgeon.

I have an instinct for the
living flesh under my knife.

There is no doubt
something was terribly wrong

- from the first incision.
- Do you have evidence?

This very morning, some
hours before the surgery,

I double checked all my
equipment only to find

that my tank of anaesthetic
had been drained.

Luckily, I had time
to obtain a replacement

and didn't have to cancel the operation.

But then, that wouldn't have
affected the operation itself.

No. But where there is
sabotage, there is more sabotage.

Whoever did this must be
found out and punished.

There you are.

- How exactly is this my fault?
- Whose fault is it then?

Why does it have to be anyone's fault?!

Everything is someone's fault, Thomas!

You are always pushing him.

I'm his father, I'm
supposed to push him.

We can't both sit around
molly-coddling the boy.

He could do anything
he wanted with his life.

He could be a lawyer or a dentist or...

or write Canada's greatest
novel, and instead...

You asked for me, Inspector?

Margaret?

Did you ask him to come in here?

I can't... I don't...

Get back to the recruits.

- I'll be over there shortly.
- Sir.

And shut the door!

Is this really what you wanted for him?

And what exactly is wrong
with being a policeman?

He could do so much more with his life.

Is that right?

Well, if you hadn't noticed,

you're married to a policeman.

You sleep with a policeman.

But this is John

and he was made for better things.

I'll fix it.

Thank you.

Excuse me?

Is it true the medical school
is accepting ladies this year?

It is.

The school is going to be
co-educational for the first time,

and we're seeking female applicants.

We could meet doctors!

Dr. Gowland of Cambridge University

has done remarkable research
with animals in his laboratory.

So, in growing confidence,

the medical community is
convinced that human health

is tied with nutritional
factors in our foods.

So these amines are the
foundation for human vitality.

So I like to call them vitalamines!

You both know, I'm not one to
stand in the way of progress,

but I have to say this
whole transplant business

makes me very uncomfortable

Why is that, George?

Sir, what if Dr. Lennox
had succeeded? I mean,

where does it stop?
What's to keep anybody

who has anything wrong
with him from simply

getting rid of the broken bit and
swapping it out with a new part.

Would that be so bad?

Well, first off, where
are we finding all these...

kidneys and spleens and elbows?

From the dead, George.

Accident victims, people in comas

with no hope of recovery.

In the case of the
kidneys, we each have two,

and we can survive with only one.

- Yes, but where does it end?
- Where does what end?

The madness, sir. Say
I gave you a kidney,

and I would without
question, but then you say,

"Oh, George, you've lovely penmanship,

I wish I had your hands," and I say,

"Sir, I've always admired your
strong chin and square jawline,

perhaps we should trade."
What's to keep us from doing so?

And then I say, "Because
you have my kidney,

perhaps you should throw
in one of your calves,

finely shaped from avid cycling."

I mean, my point is, once we swapped

legs and arms and necks,

surely at some point, I
cease to be me and become...

you.

George, I highly doubt either
of us would survive all that.

Especially given our
current success rate.

And there are a great
many variables to master.

As you'll see when we
begin. Shall we begin?

- Doctor.
- Mrs. Sheen's abdominal aorta is intact

and all of the incisions
were perfectly made,

so I have to admit Dr.
Lennox is a fine surgeon.

- He did nothing wrong, then?
- Not to the body,

but it appears he didn't
properly examine the blood.

Why would he examine her blood?

In advance of any major surgery,

one must ensure that
the blood is fit enough

to withstand a bodily trauma,
and I believe he missed something.

So there was no sabotage,
he was negligent?

Well, it's clear that she
died from excessive blood loss,

so I used a haemocytometer
to analyze her cells

and discovered that her blood plaque

was far below normal levels.

And blood plaque is a chief
factor in blood clotting.

She wasn't a haemophiliac,

but any responsible surgeon

would have refused to
put her under the knife.

Haemophiliac?! Impossible!

Not haemophilia, but
with blood nearly as weak.

Impossible. Impossible.

I examined Mrs. Sheen's blood
myself this past Tuesday.

Every result was as expected.

Perhaps you saw the
results that enabled you

to proceed with the operation.

Why would I need to?

Do you have any idea how
many people in this world

are nearing death from
a failing of the kidneys?

Hundreds, thousands, perhaps millions.

I'm afraid I can't simply take
your word for it, Dr. Lennox.

I still have the vial.

- Of Mrs. Sheen's blood?
- Indeed.

In my refrigerated chest.
It's labelled "Sheen,"

possibly with an initial.

I'll wait right here if you like.

I will be proved correct.

He's right.

The plaque is normal.

So the patient's blood was healthy

only days before the operation.

Unless Dr. Lennox is lying to us
and this isn't actually her blood.

So he could get away with
killing her on a public stage?

That makes no sense.

There's no other explanation
for the discrepancy.

Unless he's correct and someone
did indeed sabotage his operation.

By sabotaging the patient herself.

All we know is the patient
had normal blood plaque

one day but not the next.

And usually, this kind of problem

is caused by hereditary factors

or problems with the thyroid.

It would seem someone
did this intentionally;

we simply don't know how.

Where's bloody Watts?

He asked for a couple of days off, sir.

Thinks he can wander in and
out of this station house

and do as he pleases.

Sir, our case?

Hmm?

Oh, yes. Right.

So the question is, who
wanted to see her dead?

Or who wanted to discredit the surgeon?

That's mad.

There was a man in the crowd
who called him a "butcher,"

but we have no leads on identifying him.

I'm willing to bet that someone
wanted this woman out of the picture.

Start with the husband.

Oi, lads, listen up!

This is John Brackenreid.

Now, you are to treat him as
you would any other new recruit.

Any other new recruit who could
have you sacked at the drop of a hat.

Alright then, John, you're with me.

I'll show you the Wilton beat.

Oi, Brackenreid.

Where do you think you're going?

Constable Crabtree is
gonna show me his beat.

No he's not.

I've got work for you to do around here.

Yes, sir.

- See that bunch of drunks?
- Yes.

Round them up, throw them in the cells.

Yes, sir.

Inspector,

you remember the last time
we had that lot in the cells?

Oh, I remember just fine.

Don't you worry, Crabtree,

it won't be you that's on
clean-up duty this time.

Hahahahahaha!

Mr. Sheen!

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Yes? How can I help you?

Taking a trip somewhere?

Oh, just a little holiday,
take my mind off things.

Just a moment, dear.

I know this looks like
I am the lowest of swine.

Perhaps not.

Perhaps she's your daughter.

You must understand. My wife
was near death for years.

I'm sorry to say this, Mr. Sheen,

but we believe your wife was murdered.

What?! How?!

- By that doctor?
- We don't know,

but we suspect foul play was involved.

Oh...

Oh, say, I... I know how this looks,

but I didn't do a thing to poor Regina.

Did anyone wish your wife harm recently?

There were some men who came to see us.

They left poor Regina quite distraught.

- Who were they?
- It was people from the Church.

The ones who protested
at that operation.

What do they call themselves?
The Christian Scientists.

Therefore, metaphysics

resolves things into
thoughts and exchanges

the objects of sense for ideas of Soul.

The testimony of the material senses

is neither absolute nor divine.

Human philosophy has made God manlike.

Christian Science

makes man Godlike.

In closing,

I will recite a benediction
from the Pulpit and Press.

"Divine presence,

breathe Thou Thy blessing

on every heart in this house."

- Amen.
- Amen.

Thank you.

So well done.

Thank you.

Pardon me.

Detective William Murdoch,
Constable George Crabtree

- of the Toronto Constabulary.
- Oh.

Did you enjoy what
you heard of my sermon?

I can't say I followed much of it.

Many of the congregates here in Canada

need a little extra
help with their science.

And you are?

Mary Baker Eddy of course.

I'm so glad that you're
interested in our Church.

Mr. Gable, would you find some
literature for these young men?

- Certainly.
- We're not here

- to discuss your teachings per se.
- Well...

No.

We were told that some of
the members of your Church

visited Mrs. Sheen prior
to her transplant operation.

Well, such an operation
defies our belief that

a medical procedure of any kind

is an assault upon the body.

Who exactly visited her?

Myself and a couple of others,

- Danvers and Lamotte, but...
- Yes,

but no member of our congregation

would ever wish harm upon another soul.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm very tired.

Good day, gentlemen.

Uh, Mr. Gable, we'll need a word.

Are the men that you
mentioned here today?

Yes, but as I was trying to say,

we never spoke to Mrs.
Sheen, only her husband.

Well, he said she was quite distraught.

Well, she was, but it
wasn't us who upset her.

Her husband excoriated
us and sent us away

before we had a chance to explain
that the man speaking to his wife

was not one of our number.

There was someone already
there when you arrived?

- Mhm.
- Can you describe him?

Dark hair, middle-aged.

Serious man, scowling, severe.

I saw him again at the surgery.

He was the one who called
Dr. Lennox a butcher.

Vitality and health in a bottle.

All the necessary amines from your
food distilled into a single pill.

Thank you.

I see you know what
you're talking about.

Of course.

I only mean most people selling remedies

don't know a thing
about modern medicine.

Are you a doctor?

I'm at a medical exposition, aren't I?

That doesn't answer the question.

How do you know so much about amines?

I can read.

You know, you can learn a lot that way.

So you're self-taught.

It's impressive.

That served me well enough.

Would you like to try a vitalamine?

I think you might find
it quite rejuvenating.

Where did you get this?

There's a blood booth around the corner.

You just have to be
able to read the signs.

Blood coagulation is my speciality.

That's my brand new
pamphlet on the very topic.

I wonder if you know of any substance

foreign to the body that
inhibits coagulation?

Certainly. There are a few,

though it's a rather new topic.

In particular, I'm curious about
what might affect blood plaque.

I can think of only one thing.

Acetylsalicylic acid,

- better known as aspirin.
- Aspirin?

- The pain-relief pills?
- Indeed.

I only recently
discovered the side effect

while testing some of my own blood

in the wake of a nasty ache in the head.

How well known is this?

Not very. You won't
find it in the pamphlet,

but anyone who's visited
my booth could know.

I have been crowing about it all week.

Dr. Lennox's heckler may be
of more interest in this case

than we'd first thought.

But you don't have his name.

No. George is having a sketch
made up from his description.

What is it you think he did?

He went around to this woman's
house the day before her operation

and somehow made her blood not work?

I may have an answer.

- Aspirin.
- Aspirin? The pills?

A little-known side effect
inhibits blood plaque.

I tested the victim's blood and
found it in high concentration.

Maybe she was in pain.

I re-examined the body
and found an injection mark

on the back of the upper arm.

Only gas was used during the surgery.

So someone stuck her with a needle.

I believe so. Between 12
and 24 hours before she died.

Precisely during the time frame

that our mystery man was seen with her.

Also, the side effect
is a recent discovery.

The killer may well have
learned of it at the exposition.

We need to know if this
man visited your booth

earlier this week.

- He certainly did. That's Dr. Ridgeway.
- He's a doctor?

A surgeon in fact. He
works in transplants,

though I believe he has mostly
experimented with animals.

- And you spoke with him about aspirin?
- At length.

He took a keen interest in my findings.

Do you know where we
might be able to find him?

I know he's in Toronto
specifically for the exposition.

I assume he's staying
at one of the hotels.

Dr. Anton Ridgeway.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Good people, may I have your attention.

I have excellent news.

After the most unfortunate
outcome of yesterday's surgery,

so barbarically sabotaged
by outside forces,

my team and I are ready
to make a second attempt.

- Oh my...
- This is Mr. Robert Heins.

Tomorrow, he will be the
healthy, happy recipient

of the world's first
human-to-human organ transplant!

There he is. That's Ridgeway.

- You're a madman!
- Stop!

Drop it!

- Drop it!
- You are no doctor.

Go back to your goats!

Dr. Ridgeway, you are under arrest.

He has to be stopped! Don't you see?

- He has to be stopped!
- That's enough.

Alright, Alright. You've
caught me red-handed,

there's no point in denying it,

but it's Lennox who should
hang. He's a murderer.

He performed the surgery,

but Mrs. Sheen died because of you.

Me? I had nothing to do with that.

We found evidence that
the surgery was sabotaged.

She was poisoned, in effect,

the day before the operation.

And you happened to have been
with her that very evening.

I was trying to tell her
not to go through with it.

Just a kindly conversation, was it?

I implored her to withdraw
and she became upset.

It was for her own good.

That monster was
planning to slaughter her

in front of a crowd of spectators,

and he went ahead and did just that.

Or that monster was about
to beat you at your own game.

- What are you saying?
- You're a transplant surgeon.

This upstart came along
to steal all your glory.

Medical science is not ready
for a human organ transplant.

If we fail now, on the public stage,

it will set the entire endeavour
back years, even decades.

I had to stop him,

even at cost to myself.

Is it merely a coincidence then

that you've recently taken an interest

- in the effects of aspirin.
- Aspirin? What of it?

You asked Dr. Kemp about
its anticoagulant properties.

- Yes, but...
- And you used a needle

to give some to Mrs. Sheen

- knowing full well what it would do to her.
- I did no such thing.

I am a surgeon, I keep myself
abreast of the latest research

so I can avoid tragedies like this.

Lives are at stake.
Lennox is a killer, not me.

Here.

See this?

Hello.

You've returned.

I wanted to hear more about
your ideas on fertilization.

The key is to isolate the
female chromosomes from the male.

Yes, but let's imagine for a moment

that you didn't care
about the sex of the child.

But that is all I care about.

Well, then let's take
that aspect as a given.

The rest is simple. One
merely needs to encourage

conception at the time of insemination.

And how would that be accomplished?

There are several avenues.

Female fertility has
been long been ignored

by male researchers.

We knew more a thousand
years ago than we do today.

Is that so?

Oh yes.

My research on the matter.

May I read this?

Alright.

Thank you.

So, what do you think?

He attempted to assault the doctor,

but we have no evidence that
he went as far as murder.

He had motive. He wanted to do it,

he did it, and now he's lying
to spare himself the noose.

Yes, sir, but motive
alone is not enough.

Particularly given how many people

wanted to see this transplant fail.

Including the husband.

Wasn't he already stepping
out with some trollop?

Yes, but I believe him to be honest,

even if he is callous.

Now, the most suspicious
character in all of this

is Dr. Lennox himself.

Right. On to more pressing
matters. Carry on, Murdoch.

Inspector, the cells are clean.

- What, all of them?
- Yes, sir.

I want them as clean
as a kitchen counter.

I'm prepared to eat my dinner
directly off the floor, sir.

So what now, Inspector?
Should I head out on patrol?

No. It's shining day, Brackenreid.

- Shining day, sir?
- Yes, Crabtree, bloody shining day.

You're shining the boots of every
constable in this station house.

Yes, sir.

Inspector,

don't you think you're being
a little hard on the boy?

I'm just putting a new constable
through his paces, Crabtree.

I don't remember having to perform

any of these duties on my first week.

You'll be doing them this week

and the week after if
you're not careful, sunshine.

Constable Crabtree.

The saboteur was stealing my organ.

The very organ that
will save a man's life

in mere hours from now.
I apprehended him myself.

- You tied him up?! George...
- Of course.

I got him dead to rights.

Was a gag really necessary?

Dear God, what has happened here?

It appears there's
been a citizen's arrest.

Who did this? Was it you?

You monster!

How have I suddenly been cast
as the villain of this piece?

Your friend here already
killed one of my patients

and now he's tried to do it again.

- Sir...
- He did no such thing.

Christian Scientists abide by the law,

even if we disagree with it.

And if not for that, you would
have felt my wrath by now, sir,

- I assure you.
- The man tried to steal my kidney!

Enough!

George, take Dr. Lennox

and ensure that his
property hasn't been damaged.

Yes, sir. I will. But...

I found this in Mr. Gable's pocket.

Dr. Lennox.

Detective,

please.

All I did prior to the surgery

was switch out the doctor's anaesthetic.

I didn't kill anyone.

Mr. Gable, I'm not
sure I can believe you.

What is this?

A pamphlet on blood coagulation.

It was in Mr. Gable's pocket.

- It's true.
- Ah...

It's mine.

Mr. Gable, the man who
gave you this pamphlet

recently discovered a
side effect of aspirin.

A side effect which enabled
Mrs. Sheen to be murdered.

- You're a killer?!
- No.

- That is not befitting for a Scientist!
- No.

I don't know anything about the murder.

Why would you, a Christian Scientist,

be researching medical discoveries

that fly in the face of your beliefs?

Yes, why would you, Mr. Gable?

Because I'm a fraud.

A fraud?

You can't understand.

The pain is unbearable.

I've prayed to no end.

It hurts so terribly
I can barely function.

I had to see a doctor,

I had to.

What is your ailment?

Strangulated hernia.

Requires surgery.

I've been learning all
I can about every aspect.

I'm terrified.

I will pray for you, Mr. Gable.

Thank you, Mrs. Eddy.

Though I'm no longer
sure it will do any good.

You could help people more
with some training, you know.

How do you mean?

You could do your own research,

create even better supplements.

Now, why would I do that
when people buy these ones?

You don't want to help people?

Do these pills actually do anything?

Or are you just parroting jargon
you've stolen from real doctors?

And what if I am?

They still make people feel better.

No. Real medicine actually
makes people better.

I'm just trying to make a
living, and I'm making a fine one.

Oh.

Thank you for your advice all the same.

_

Julia, I thought you'd
be at the surgery.

I'm curious about the result,

but I'd rather not
witness another death.

Did you arrest your suspect?

Mr. Gable's doctor confirmed his story

about his upcoming operation.

He was against the transplant,

but we've no evidence
that he's our killer.

Why risk jail to stop the operation?

He felt he was failing his religion,

wanted to atone.

Detective.

You might find this interesting.

"The Mad Butcher of Milan."

- What is this?
- It's a news article

from the continent. I've
only just received it.

- It's about a failed surgeon?
- Not a failed surgeon.

A veritable killer. The
man killed three women

on the operating table in
the span of only a few months.

- Surgeons lose patients all the time.
- Do they?

Through experimental surgery?

Dr. Ridgeway, I fail to
see the relevance here.

This is about a Dr. Julius Henthorne.

Oh, indeed.

Apparently, his reputation
followed him across the Atlantic.

Dr. Henthorne legally changed
his name only last month.

He now goes by Bertram Lennox.

The surgery is about to start.

Clamp.

Oh, there it is.

Hmm... Oh my, that is disgusting!

Please.

That is my husband.

Oh...

I didn't mean disgusting in a bad way.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

George.

Sir, he's removed the kidney already.

Then there's nothing we can do.

Perhaps you could step in.

Not at this stage.

Dr. Lennox is the only one with
any hope of helping him now.

What if he kills him?

We can only hope that he doesn't.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the surgery is complete,

and the patient is alive.

Well done, Doctor!

Detective, I'm so
pleased you could join me

for this momentous accomplishment.

I'm glad the patient
survived, Dr. Lennox.

Or do you prefer Henthorne?

I just completed the first
human-to-human organ transplant;

which name do you think will
sound best in the history books?

You killed three people
in Milan last year.

- Ahem! And?
- And one also died

under your knife here in Toronto.

The business of saving
lives comes at a cost.

If that cost is a single life, fine.

Four single lives...

- so far.
- Four lives?

You accuse me of losing four lives?

Four lives is nothing.

Anyone with a conscience would disagree.

It is those who stand in my
way who are without conscience.

I carry the weight of those
four lives, and I do it gladly.

I do it for the world, for
the future, for humanity.

I will save millions.

And in doing so, I will
not merely prolong life,

but through the
procreation of those I save,

I will create life.

If I am a murderer, then
so too is God a murderer.

John?

Surely, your shift ended hours ago.

I'm just finishing this last
pair. I'm getting faster though.

I can get a true mirror
shine in less than 90 minutes.

Shall I do yours next?

You don't need to polish my boots.

The Inspector said every
pair in the Station House.

John, it's true that your
father is hard on everybody,

but, I mean, this... this goes beyond.

He's being hard on me
because I'm his son.

Doesn't matter to me, though.
I'll show him I can take it.

You're a young man. I
mean, you could do anything;

why are you so intent
on becoming a policeman?

Well, it's the most
honourable job I know.

Constable Brackenreid, how's
it going with those boots?

I've shined nearly every pair
in the Station House, sir.

Fine.

Will I be on patrol tomorrow?

We'll see.

You can finish the
boots tomorrow morning.

Uh, you can take the streetcar home.

Thank you, sir.

Listen, a few of the lads and I

are gonna go out for a drink,
why don't you come with us?

Really? Yes, sir, I'd like to.

Excellent. And you don't call
me sir. We're both constables.

More importantly, answer me this:

if I took the brain of a
cat and put it into a dog,

- would I have a cat or a dog?
- A dog.

See, that's what these two said.

But you're not considering.

If... if... if the soul
resides in the mind,

and the mind isn't the brain...

then surely, in essence,
you're still a cat.

Do you think him a megalomaniac?

That's likely.

Then he could be a
psychopathic personality.

Most doctors are megalomaniacs,

particularly surgeons.

It's seen by young men to be
a career filled with glory.

There's no glory in failed transplants.

And a maniacal killer wouldn't

kill the first victim
and save the second.

- That makes no sense.
- He was awfully lucky.

Lennox?

No, the second patient.

How so?

Think of it.

All of the millions
of people who have died

of kidney failure throughout history;

what are the chances he comes
along at the precise moment

to be the first person
ever to get a new one?

That is lucky.

And doubly so given that
he was never intended

to receive the transplant
in the first place.

He would have died if
it wasn't for a murder.

Perhaps he made his own luck.

Really, Detective, he can't be
speaking to anyone right now.

- His condition is that dire?
- The surgery was a success,

that is a doubtless fact, but
his body will need time to heal.

How confident are you that he will?

I don't know.

So it's possible he may not recover.

The kidney is not yet functioning.

If it doesn't, it is unlikely
his condition will improve.

If he passes before
I can speak with him,

I may never learn the truth
about Mrs. Sheen's murder.

No, he couldn't have done it.

Why do you say that?

I know what you're insinuating,

but that poor man has
been ill for months.

How exactly do you suppose
he murdered someone?

Mrs. Sheen died from an injection

that was administered the
day before the surgery.

It takes no strength
at all to use a syringe.

The day before the surgery, you say?

There you have it.

I was with my husband
all day and all evening.

It's impossible.

I'm not so sure.

But how could he have done
it if he never left his bed?

It's quite clear.

Mrs. Heins, I appreciate your testimony,

but I'm going to speak
with your husband.

Mr. Heins.

I'm Detective William Murdoch.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I have a few questions.

It's about the death of Regina Sheen.

I...

killed her.

Yes.

You gave her an
injection, is that correct?

I... I wished...

I wished her dead

so many times.

I wished that she would
die so I could live.

Yes, but did you kill her yourself?

By your own hand?

Mr. Heins,

did you visit Mrs. Sheen
the day before the surgery?

Or were you home all day with your wife?

Yes...

I was with Jeannette.

So you didn't visit Mrs. Sheen?

The two of you were together all day?

Yes...

No.

I didn't go out,

but Jeannette...

Your wife...

Your wife left the house that day?

She does everything for me.

Please. Don't say any more.

I didn't do anything but pray.

Of course not.

You didn't do anything wrong, my dear.

I love you,

you know that.

I would do anything for
you. Anything at all.

Please...

Robert, don't leave me.

Alright, Detective.

You can take me away now.

What if I did want to help people?

- I beg your pardon?
- Like you said I should.

If I wanted to help
people, what do you propose?

Well, you are aware the University
of Toronto medical school

is now accepting female applicants.

So? Even if they wanted
me, I couldn't afford it.

If you were accepted,

I could arrange a scholarship
to pay for your tuition.

But that would only be for
someone who really wanted to help.

Do I look like someone
who would fit in there?

Does that matter to you?

Probably not. But,

um, I can't afford to
just go to school all day.

- Well, then you could work for me.
- Work for you?

If you're accepted into medical college,

I'll see to it that you
have what you need to get by.

And why would you do that for me?

I'm not doing it for
you. I need an assistant.

It's hard work, it's long hours,

and it involves a lot of dead bodies.

But if you really want to help
people, I'm offering you a chance.

You're a real doctor?

Dr. Julia Ogden, city coroner.

Violet Hart.

But I must warn you,

I have no intention of
being your assistant forever.

Well...

I would expect no less.

I'm sorry your transplant was a failure.

A failure? Not in the slightest.

One of your patients was
murdered and the other one died.

Yes, I failed to save a life this week,

but an unsuccessful
attempt is not a failure

if that failure is followed by success.

This, friends, was progress.

Good day.

He's right. Progress requires risk.

Someone has to be brave
enough to take it on.

Hardly heroic when the
risk is only to others.

Could you wait a moment.

I think we should work together.

On what?

On your proposals regarding
hormones and reproduction.

Why would we do that?

It will take you a
step toward your goals,

prove part of your concepts.

But why do I need you?

A few months ago, I was in
Chicago visiting a doctor

renowned for his work in fertility.

"His."

He couldn't help me, but

he thinks that I should
be able to conceive.

You seem to be talking around the point.

The point is I want to see if your ideas

can truly cure infertility in women.

I'll provide the necessary funding.

Where would we find a test
subject willing to undertake

experimental hormone replacements?

You misunderstand me.

The subject would be me.

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