All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries s19e11 Strangers on Paper

Pray tell.

When Harry visits on the weekends, all
he does is eat sandwiches in particular.

I'm sure you can relate, won't you?

I don't visit you on weekends.

Right. Well, Harry dislikes sandwiches
that are untoasted.

So I've made this.

The modern toaster is terribly
inefficient.

It requires constant monitoring and
turning.

Oh, I'm well aware. I've set more than
my share of fires.

Then you'll appreciate this.

I've installed a timer here and coils on
both sides of the

device so that both sides of the bread
are toasted at once without fear.

Oh, it's delicious.

Detective Murdock's office.

Mm.

Yeah?

We'll be right out.

The brain is far too strong.

I'm afraid you don't want to see this.

Jasper Weems. His neighbor was walking
her dog and noticed the door was open.

Strangled? And a rather nasty black eye.

Overlapping ligature marks here. I
wouldn't say a rope, but a cord of some

There's also white residue here.

All manner of devices and machines.

Why would Mr. Weems have all this?

There are no signs of forced entry.

Am I too late?

I brought the money.

Sir, we are investigating a murder here.

Oh. Oh, my.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to buy something.

Did you know Mr.

Weems? I don't know him from a can of
paint.

I just called the number in the paper.
Man said, come get it.

Get what exactly?

A pressure compensator.

Little gauge with a rubber hose
attached.

What?

The white... powder on these marks it's
rubber bloom a synthetic residue left

behind on rubber products like the hose
on the compensator precisely i believe

whatever this man is here to buy is what
was used to kill mr weems so it's no

longer for sale

The suspicions regarding the ligature
mark seem sound, Detective.

Mr. Weems is likely strangled with the
item for sale.

It's not here. The killer may have taken
it.

Rigor Mortis has set in. He was killed
at least 24 hours ago.

And his black eye?

The edges of the bruise are yellow. I'd
say they're about a week old.

So not part of this altercation.

Indeed.

Take a look at this.

It's made out to Mr. Weems from Liminate
Research Laboratories.

All right.

Look into Mr. Weems' family and friends
and see if anyone wished him harm.

You're off to the laboratory?

You don't think I'd pass up that
opportunity, do you?

There must be 10 or 15 cigarettes here.

Do you think Mr. Weems was waiting for
someone?

Possibly.

Mannheims?

Thank you, Miss Hart.

Louise, we can't be late for a
reservation at Tomeo's. They keep

records of such offenses.

Mavis?

Ma 'am?

Why wasn't Miss Newsome told that our
lunch date had to be rescheduled?

Because, well, I wasn't told either, ma
'am.

Sorry, Miss Nathan. No, it's not a
bother, Mavis.

Well, I am bothered, Mavis. My second
date with Sidney has been on the books

days. A second date?

With Sidney? Who's this?

Sidney Ballard. The man of my dreams.

He loves poetry.

He's tall, sweet, sensitive.

He's perfect.

He sounds fetching, ma 'am.

The windows aren't going to wash
themselves, Mavis.

Hop to it.

So, where did we meet this sweet,
sensitive Sidney?

Oh, you know.

No, I don't know. That's why I'm asking.

Well, I met him here.

In the newspaper?

You went on a date with a complete
stranger?

No, not a stranger.

He's written a short biography.

His interests, his likes, his dislikes.

I felt like I knew him before we even
met.

This all feels awfully sudden.

Surely it takes more than a 50 -word
biography to truly get to know a person.

This is the way of the future, Effie.

All those contrived courtships, friends
of friends, and silly setups that only

lead to disappointment.

It's all so terribly gauche.

Besides being generally unsafe, what are
the chances you actually hit it off

with someone you don't even know?

It could be a washout, or a drunk, or
worse.

If I don't do something like this, I
could end up single forever.

Or twice divorced.

Think yourself.

Hello?

Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

I'm looking for anyone who knew Jasper
Weems.

Dr. Ralph Pipkin, but I wouldn't say I
know him.

I assume Mr. Weems was a...

Scientists here of some sort?

Hardly. He was a janitor.

Fired a few days ago.

Fired? For what reason?

Stealing's what I heard.

We found a number of machines at Mr.
Williams' home. I could arrange to have

them returned.

It doesn't matter now.

The laboratory's funding has been cut.
We have to stop our research.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you know of anyone who disliked Mr.
Weems?

No.

Although, Dr. Noble over there was very
upset when he discovered Jasper's

feeling. He punched Jasper in the face
and promised he'd wring his neck if he

ever saw him again.

Thank you, Dr. Pipkin.

Dr.

Noble, I understand you were familiar
with Jasper Weems?

Familiar? How well does anyone really
know the janitor?

Especially one who constantly says hello
every time you run into him. Maddening

habit. Apparently you were familiar
enough to assault him.

Not my finest moment.

But it was earned.

He stole from this laboratory.

Doctor, are you aware that Jasper Weems
was found dead in his home?

And I suppose he stole from the wrong
person.

Where were you last night, Doctor?

I was here, getting as much work done as
possible before the doors are

shuttered.

Can anyone confirm this?

No. I was alone.

This lab is on the verge of a cure for
staphylococcus aureus. I'm committed to

that, even if I have to work every
waking hour.

You... Oh!

Fragile! That's what it says on the box.

Just leave it. Leave it. I'll get it.

Angel Eye Cigarette.

Your cigarettes, Doctor?

I'm not familiar with this brand.
They're new.

They're the ones my doctor recommends.

Your... Good day.

Now, I'll be looking to the tailor, and
your tailcoat will be ready in time for

the dinner party.

And what exactly is wrong with the one I
already have?

Nothing. But this is the party at the
McPherson's of Rathnelly.

You must look your absolute best if
we're to gain membership to the Castle

Heights Country Club.

How straight in oneself.

An audition for a bunch of society
types.

It's just bloody embarrassing, Margaret.

What else have you got in there?

Need I remind you that your lack of
friends in high places nearly derailed

career?

What are you talking about, woman?

I've got plenty of friends who like me
regardless of what I'm wearing and when

I'm wearing it.

If you had had the right friends, then
Chadwick Bond would have never been able

to jostle you about.

And you can't get much more influential
than the MacPherson's guest of honor,

Kimball VanderWaal. And who?

Kimball VanderWaal.

He's a businessman from the Belgian
Congo, and he just bought a home here in

Toronto. Oh, so what?

So he could become a powerful friend.

The MacPherson's say he's a visionary.
He advocates for smaller government,

oversight.

Well, based on the character of our
esteemed ex -marine, I'd go along with

stance. But really, all this just to
lounge around with a bunch of super

prats? The castle lounge has over 70
different types of scotch. How many?

Seventy.

At least.

No tales it isn't.

Liver mortis indicates Mr. Weems was
face down on the ground for about two

after death.

Blood had pooled in the abdomen in
between his eyes.

So someone took the time and care to
turn the body over and position Mr.

with his arms crossed.

Why would someone do that?

Oftentimes, people will pose their loved
ones in a more dignified manner after

murdering them. So the killer knew him
well.

Possibly. The killer was a smoker.

Why do you say that?

Well, if Mr. Weems was a heavy smoker,
as the quantity of the cigarette ends at

the theme suggests, His lungs would be
discolored.

His lungs were as clear as a baby's.

Well, don't keep me waiting.

Are you and Sidney engaged yet?

He never showed up on our date.

Perhaps he fell ill.

Something must have befallen him.

Yes. Maybe he's sick.

That would explain it.

Louise.

Have you considered that Sidney may have
stood you up?

Absolutely not.

We made plans to journey abroad. I've
never been to Italy and he was going to

take me.

All this on a first meeting?

He said our souls had already made it.

A repulsive metaphor.

He doesn't like my Sidney at all.

What kind of person makes a date and
doesn't show up?

No courtesy call, nothing.

Just vanishes like some sort of ghost.

Besides vacation planning, did you two
speak about anything else?

A place of work, perhaps?

He works at a firm on Young.

Well, if you're so concerned with his
well -being, perhaps you could visit his

office. Will you come with me?

Of course.

As far as I can tell, Jasper Williams
had no outstanding debt. In fact...

had no close relations of any kind. Not
one living relative. No love interest.

His milkman didn't even know his name.

Really? Why aren't you out there chasing
him?

He should hang for this. Or do you
police do nothing?

What's going on here, miss?

Martha. Martha Stockton.

My father was attacked.

It's all right. I'll leave. That's not
the point.

Papa was pushed over by some goon
applying to fix our irrigation system.

Irrigation system?

We grow some of the city's finest
tomatoes in our backyard.

You can't get the leaves wet.

Or they'll grow mold, yes.

But you must give them a good soak.

Don't get too hot.

Right. You know it.

See, that's why this irrigation system
is so important. We're not here to talk

about tomatoes.

My lord, this city is going straight to
hell.

You said this man was applying for a
job?

How did he know your irrigation system
required repair?

He was solicited.

Papa said the job was a tricky one, so I
wrote up an advertisement in the

community coin.

Same one used by Mr. Weems. Who is Mr.
Weems and why does he matter?

The man who attacked my father, he stole
something from us.

A pulsating meter.

It measured water distribution.

What did this man look like?

I can't remember.

My memory's not what it used to be.

You mean this is the work of the same
person?

Could be.

And he's using this to find his victims.

Two robberies and one murder, all
committed with the aid of the Community

newspaper.

Any other connection?

Well, we know that the items that were
stolen from both Mr. Weems and Mr.

Stockton were both mechanical in nature.

And you're saying all these
advertisements are tied to other

assaults? I had Constable Roberts check,
and both station houses number two and

number six have had similar cases.

All anonymous and all seemingly random
mechanical items.

So we're after a thief who smokes
Mannheims and is a bit of a tinkerer.

We know that he likes...

steal bits of machinery, and we just
don't know why.

Could he be reselling them?

Doesn't seem likely.

Perhaps he's building something.

An evil genius.

Wouldn't be the first one I've come
across.

Well, now what?

You heard her. He doesn't even work
there. No one named Sidney Ballard has

worked there. Who knows what else he's
lying about?

Maybe Sidney's not even his real name.
There will be others, Sidney. There

be another one in the news. Newspaper,
even. What about that?

He... What?

Louise, what is going on? What is so
important about finding this man?

Sidney, he... He swindled me out of some
money.

He did?

How much?

That doesn't matter. I thought I found
the man of my dreams, not some common

criminal. You need to tell Detective
Murdoch.

I can't. You know how they see me down
there.

They'll get a good laugh knowing that
Louise Cherry fell victim to some simple

grift. All right.

Let's speak to the publisher of the
coin. He might know where to find

I'd rather just let it go.

Well, I wouldn't.

Chief Constable?

I've always known you to be a Scotch
man.

Yes, what the McPherson's are.

And they are charter members at the
Castle Heights Country Club.

And we need to get in with them. So if
they're three feet to the wind, we've

a better chance.

So, which one do you think?

Is social status that important to you?
Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I just want to taste quality whiskey in
the Castle Heights lounge.

And then spank Greg Gleaton's arse in
the bowling room.

These won't do.

It costs a bloody fortune.

The climate has been most uncooperative
from our low grapes.

Unseasonably warm weather begets... over
-ripened grapes resulting in an

unctuous jammy wine.

What you need, Chief Constable, is a dry
Montepulciano d 'Abruzzo with a strong

goût de terroir.

A taste of dirt?

Dirt? Why would anyone want their wine
to taste of dirt? Not dirt, Inspector.

Terrain. A taste of the terrain. A sense
of the region it was grown in.

What? With me.

No trouble?

No method.

Not anymore.

Well, it's about time you all got here.

Someone better find this grifter.

Calm down, Mr. Moncrief. Please, tell us
what happened.

Some hoodlum just tried to rob me.

I placed an advertisement in the
community coin a week ago, and this man

about it.

And then I caught him sneaking around
back later, trying to break in and steal

it. How do you know it was the man who
called you who tried to steal it?

Hadn't been him. He's the only one who
called after it.

What are you trying to sell?

Auxiliary tank valve.

Oh, so...

You were able to stomp the thing?

Shout it after the scrawny bugger he
took off.

You better find him before I do.

What did he look like?

Regular type guy.

Tall, slim, smoking a cigarette.

Another fruitless meeting.

That publisher wasn't useful as a hog in
heels.

And very rude.

What type of man tells a woman she's
past her prime?

Well, you're not getting any younger.
Just look at you. Two pretzels and a bag

of peanuts.

She's bummed.

I am?

You have to.

After the Sydney incident, I'm busted.

How much did he take from you?

Louise?

So much.

He told me this heartbreaking story
about moving his mother from England.

The cost of transatlantic travel has
skyrocketed these days. Louise.

You didn't. We just had such a lovely
dinner, and I didn't think anything of

So I lent him $20, and I was sure I
would see him again.

$20? Are you mad? She was to be my
mother -in -law. I couldn't have her

it in third class.

Louise, I hate to say it, but I doubt
you'll ever see that money again.

You plan on luring him out?

We've placed an advertisement for a sale
of used mechanical equipment. It may

bring him to us.

And who's conducting the sale?

Is there anything else you need?

We'll be right here.

Welcome. Excuse me. How much for this
copper pipe?

The price is listed right there.

Fifty cents a foot for ten feet of
copper?

You're joking.

I assure you I'm not.

I'll give you 25.

Sounds like you didn't hear me the first
time.

You think I'm having to fail to handle
the price? Here's the price.

Henry, what are you doing?

What do you think I've been doing? I'm
trying to profit.

These aren't even your belongings.

Teddy, I am playing the part of a
factory owner.

If I'm to be convincing, I have to stand
firm on my prices.

Otherwise, the patrons will grow
suspicious.

20 cents.

And that is my final offer. Sir, I have
already told you. You've got a deal.

Thank you.

Why did you do that?

I just made you two dollars.

Wait.

Where's the thing?

The what? The valve thingy that was
here.

Oh.

Batman. He was lingering there.

Sir, excuse me. I'd like a... Hey!

Stop!

He's got the thing!

Don't touch me.

Don't touch anything.

Where

is

the man you picked up?

Jumped out and took off running that
way. You are under suspicion of aiding

abetting a murderer.

If you know anything about him... For
where he may be, you should tell us now.

I don't know anything.

We're police officers.

I advise you tell the truth.

You won't get any fare sitting in our
cellar.

He told me to take him to a flat on
Palmerston.

Are you sure this is the address Henry
provided?

Still warm.

We may have just missed him.

The man raced all the way back here just
to heat up the lung?

Not once.

Expose of evidence.

No.

Take a look at this.

What am I looking at?

Plans of some sort.

That looks like the pressure compensator
that was taken from Jasper Weems.

This is a recipe for a mushroom tonic,
perhaps.

Take a look at this side.

The real dangers are the ones invisible
to the eye. Soon these dangers will be

in plain view for all, and then they'll
be sorry. The whole city will rest its

burn. Some kind of manifesto.

What? I believe he's building something.

Perhaps the inspector was right.

Right about what?

Perhaps we are after an evil genius.

I'm still unsure what these burned bits
of paper have to offer us. All of these

items tell us that whoever we're dealing
with, he's building something.

Do you know what?

Not as yet.

But I am familiar with some of the
pieces of equipment that he's acquiring,

we do have a partial plan.

So, a puzzle without a picture.

The best kind.

Well, how does it look?

Hold your horses, woman.

Does it fit?

You snog, isn't it?

No, it fits.

I think.

Oh, Thomas.

Perfect.

Well, the clothes don't make it the man,
but even if I say so myself, it feels

good. And you have the wine?

I do.

Well, if this doesn't impress the
McPhersons, I don't know what will.

What is it?

Oh.

Nothing. Spit it out, Margaret. Oh, it's
just that even after all these years,

you're still the most handsome man.

Are you sure your staff is left for the
evening?

Myrtle?

Anybody?

Well, you better get that off.

You wouldn't want to wrinkle it.

Why would it get wrinkled?

These are all of the pieces that we've
been able to assemble thus far.

And I was hoping to get your assistance
with this one that was found at Mr.

Weems' home.

Oh, yes, a pressure compensator. It
maintains a consistent flow rate in

hydraulic systems regardless of
fluctuations in pressure.

Your theory seems correct.

Whatever the madman is building, it's to
do with water.

Plumbing, construction, commercial
agriculture, or water treatment.

Thank you so much.

The killer is building something to do
with the city's water filtration system.

And it gives you an idea as to what
you're trying to assemble?

It does.

Would you like to assist me?

I thought you'd never ask.

Finally finished?

It appears so.

Well, what is it?

There are likely still pieces missing,
but we believe it to be a water

device. Many cities have begun to input
chlorine in order to eliminate

waterborne diseases.

Doesn't sound like something a killer
would build.

When I was in New York, there were a few
violent protests against the addition

of chlorine to the water.

Typhoid fever and cholera?

have largely been eliminated from large
cities that have begun to use sanitation

systems. Why would anyone protest such
innovation?

Is it possible the killer wants to
poison the water rather than disinfect

Tom, Marge, John, that you can make it.
Come in.

Excuse me. Do you remember my husband,
Augustine?

Chairman of the Board of Missions at
Castle Heights.

Ah, Samira.

We have many, many members to introduce
you to.

See that man over there?

That's Alfred Bunting.

City officials are being milked in the
mud about his proposal to stop sidewalks

being put in.

Why would he do that?

Where would people walk?

Top drawer, Tom.

Oh, you're serious, aren't you?

I am.

Why would you make people walk in the
streets?

Surely they could get hit by speeding
automobiles.

Sidewalks encourage vagabonds and rail
yard ghouls to learn about our homes and

gawk at what we have.

Tom, it's an invitation to be assaulted
with a sock full of sand in one's own

yard. I'm awesome with Nellie Oggy.

I can't think of a single soul that
does.

Or would.

Well, Margaret and I just walked here.

Right. Of course you did.

In fact, I'm sure it's a joy to walk.

Fresh air.

Exercise.

I've forgotten about the fresh air.

Spot on, Elizabeth.

Well, to walk about.

And make sure you try the oysters.

Yes.

Shall we, Augie?

Well,

Thomas. Well done. Not two minutes in
and we've already isolated ourselves.

Kiss the lounge goodbye.

Have a walkabout.

Ooh, Ceylon Tango shoes.

I'd buy a pair. I had someone to dress
up for.

It might lift your spirits.

You know what would lift my spirits?

Finding Sydney.

Are you sure?

Well, that and getting my money back.

Ruby.

Take a look at this.

Sydney's advertisement.

Know it.

Biography. Young professional seeking a
modern woman who understands a man's

true strength.

He's in his ability to love and be
loved.

I fell for that the first time.

Louise, that's not a biography.

It doesn't tell you anything about him,
not his foibles nor his faults.

Nobody would ever tell you who they
truly are in a little blurb like that.

Kathy, we should respond to the
advertisement.

Louise, he'd never agree to meet with
you. No, but he would agree to meet with

you. Yes, you can arrange a date with
Sidney.

Uh... I could. I don't... I don't know.
You'll go on a date with Sidney. I'll

confront him and get my money back.

Louise, perhaps it's best if we just put
this to rest. I cannot.

So, will you help me?

I fear Toronto suffers the same
affliction plaguing many cities in the

world. The government and the medical
industry have climbed into bed together

and burst a bastard system.

Oh, dear.

What's the gut feeling?

Language, Thomas.

That's Kimball Vanderbilt. Well, he's
delusional. They collude to make us

we're sick to sell us medicine we don't
need. They subject on the fear of the

gullible and the stupid.

Well, he would know.

Look at this gullible indeed. My
foundation hopes to undertake important,

unbiased research.

Thanks, in part, to the benevolence of
donors like the McPherson.

So he's milking the rich.

I'll be talking to the board of control
tomorrow, and I'm going to change this

city for the good.

Who's personal in this?

Us? Mm -hmm.

Well, he's had two bottles. How deadly
could it be?

Margaret, I've investigated enough
murders caused by arsenic.

Surely you're not willing to die just to
join this club.

That is a unique taste.

Who brought this wine?

I did.

We did.

Well done, man.

Kimball. Thomas.

Kimball Vanderwell.

Of course we know exactly who you are.
Oh, but you're aware of my affinity for

quality bottle of wine.

Well, that wine is dry and concrete with
a taste of... with a hint of...

Looks like we have some wine aficionados
here. Jenkins, let's have some glasses

for a toast.

To the... Brackenry, Thomas. To the back
and red.

Oh, to the back and red.

What

is

it, Littlek?

I believe it's a device someone built in
order to tamper with the city's water

supply. And if someone killed a person
to build it?

Possibly.

Bloody hell.

What is it, Chief Constable?

I met someone last night who thinks our
water supply is already poisoned.

Who might that be?

Kimball Vanderwill. Oh, he's in town?
You know him?

I know of him. I've read about his
divisive thoughts on inoculation and

for tomorrow quarterly. I was so...
Disappointed that they printed such

Well, you'll hate this.

Have a look for yourself.

Arsenic.

He's putting arsenic in his own brand of
bottled water. Really? Yeah.

And he's with city council right now
trying to convince them to go along with

him.

Oh.

Oh.

Devices like these

tools of subversion, instruments of
trickery, in order to make a dollar off

you and the public. Our ancestors drank
water from streams and rivers, and they

were fine.

Now, if you listen to the pandering
medical experts, your government

you can't even drink the tap water
unless they douse it with mystery

I am proposing we use this device to
return the water to its original state.

the way God intended it. A careful
application of arsenic will make for a

stronger populace.

Thank you.

Kimball Vanderwill.

Detectives Murdoch, Detective Watts,
Toronto Constabulary.

What can I do for you?

We have questions.

We're happy to answer them. Down at our
station house.

Am I under arrest or something?

That will depend on your answers.

Listen to yourselves. These are absurd
allegations.

We know that whoever killed Mr. Weems
was building a device similar to the one

that you are holding today.

only with the intent to poison the
city's water supply.

And why would I kill a man to create a
device anyone in my company could

for me in minutes?

Where were you four days ago?

I wasn't in a city then.

Any one of my aides can confirm that.

Yes, we'll be speaking with them.

You said the city's water supply is
unsafe?

Perhaps not unsafe, but certainly
unhealthy.

And yet you promote a product that
contains arsenic. Please.

Kings and queens have consumed arsenic
for centuries.

Small doses, it makes for an even, milky
complexion and acts as a stimulant. It

occurs naturally in many bodies of
water. It's hardly an additive.

We also know the killer to be an avid
smoker.

A healthy habit and the proper doses.

What brand of cigarettes do you smoke?

I smoke Benson's. What of it?

So, check with my aide.

They will confirm I was nowhere near
Toronto when the poor Weems fellow was

killed. May I leave?

So you've released the Vanduul fellow?

There is no compelling reason to hold
him.

He is a confidence man. Currently doing
nothing illegal. Besides, I very much

doubt he had anything to do with Mr.
Weems' murder.

But he may be responsible for some in
the near future.

Well, He's been mobilizing most of the
city's la -di -dars.

He wants to thief implementation of
chlorine into the drinking water.

Half the residents of Rathnelly have
signed up to him already.

Could they sway the council?

Yeah, of course.

The McPherson's leading the charge.

Augustine and Elizabeth.

They've pulled considerable funding from
every research facility in Toronto to

jump on the Vanderwell bandwagon.

Was Liminous Laboratories one of the
research facilities affected by the

funding?

The first one shoot down.

Never thought I'd be lucky enough to
meet a woman like you.

Sounds so risky to do so, taking out
notices in a newspaper.

No one ever finds love without some
risk.

Have you ever been in love, Miss
Newsome?

I'm sorry.

That was much before the question.

No, no.

How does one ever...

Get to know someone without asking
questions.

I suppose my approach to finding love
changed after my divorce.

You're divorced?

Yeah. It's been about a year.

I was devastated. She was the love of my
life, but we grew to want very

different things.

I had to let her go.

Neither of us would have been whole if
we stayed together.

Do you understand?

I do.

Have you met many women since?

A couple.

But none like you.

And what am I like?

Confident.

Self -assured.

But those are just first impressions.

I really do hope I get a chance.

Very well may.

Sidney Ballard!

Miss Cherry, I didn't expect... Oh, I
bet you didn't. How dare you?

You don't show up. You don't call.

You're hardly the gentleman I thought
you were.

I'm sorry, Miss Newsome.

Miss Cherry was one of the women I met
through my previous advertisement.

Oh, she knows very well who I am.

You two know each other?

Miss, what is this? I'm sorry, Mr.
Ballard. Sorry? Don't be sorry.

She took $20 off me. What $20? The $20
you stole from me. There must be a

mistake. I had that money since your
office the other day.

Enough lies, Sidney. I'm not a liar!

I sent you the money.

But if you misplaced it, here it is.

Good evening, Miss Lewis.

No chance of a second impression?

Well, I believe you and Miss Cherry
provided enough of one.

You believe it?

I'm flirting with you like that.

Thank you for showing me what a cad he
was.

Of course.

Losing your funding must have been
devastating.

We were on the verge of a possible cure
for Staphylococcus aureus.

It would have saved countless lives.

And then the McPherson's fall prey to a
dangerous quack, and it was all for

naught. Did you confront them?

Confronted, prostrated myself, begged.

None of it made any difference.

And now everything we worked on is gone.

So why are you still here?

Laboratory or not, I intend to continue
my research.

They may have stripped us of our
funding, but they didn't get the most

thing. What is it?

It's gone.

What's gone?

We were storing samples of the bacteria.
We were going to find a way to continue

our research.

We?

Dr. Pipkin and myself.

He must have taken it.

What is that?

These are the city's water filtration
plants. The one you circled? It supplies

water to the Republic of Rathnelly.
Well, that's where the McPherson's are.

I will not.

You're under arrest for the murder of
Jasper Weems. I didn't mean to hurt

Jasper. I liked him.

When I responded to the advertisement, I
was surprised to find him.

But I wasn't prepared to buy it, and he
wouldn't give it up.

So you killed him.

Don't do that. Why not?

You'll be infecting innocent people.

Innocent? They are hardly that.

They are aiding a man who will make
everyone sick.

A taste of their own medicine.

City Council won't listen to Vanderwell.

They'll listen to science.

Politicians don't listen to science.

They listen only to money.

Think.

Think for a moment.

You're a man of science.

You've dedicated your life to helping
people.

If you do this, hundreds of people will
become ill, and many of them will die.

Is that how you want to be remembered?

These charts reflect the dramatic
reduction of cholera and typhoid fever

cities, Maidstone, England, and Jersey
City, New Jersey.

Medical officials in both cities have
seen a drastic reduction of all

ailments since the introduction of
chlorine treatment to their main water

supply.

Those are just numbers, and numbers lie.

Numbers can also tell the truth. Our
ancestors survived and thrived on pure,

untreated water. Our ancestors existed
in very tiny villages.

They also lived much shorter lives than
we currently enjoy.

I'm not sure the water that they drank
had anything to do with that.

And I'm not sure it didn't.

Mr. Vanderwell, are you doing all of
this out of the goodness of your heart?

I would be charging a fee, but I do
believe in my findings.

And I believe in my findings.

I also believe in the findings of public
health officials on two continents.

But I will let city council decide for
themselves.

I met with the Board of Admissions. How
did it go?

We were rejected.

Just like Vanderwell was.

What a complete waste of time.

Well, not a complete waste.

I thought you might like to try it. The
bartender at the lounge said it was

their very best.

This is good stuff.

Mm -hmm.

Did you make this from the club?

Of course not, Thomas.

I purchased it honestly, with my selling
savings.

So much for the Temperance League, Mrs.
Brackenreid. Oh, well, it's only for

special occasions.

And pray tell, what are we celebrating?

Us.

To us.

Sidney's check was in the mail pile.

Damn that Mavis. She was supposed to go
through it in a timely manner.

Louise, you can't blame her.

I suppose I can't, though I'd very much
like to.

I feel this is my lot in life.

Lurking from prospect to prospect.

It's more disappointing than a laugh.

Well... You made $20.

Well, there is that.

And I'm done with this.

Career woman seeks intelligent
companionship.

Childless and happy.