All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S06E01 - Murdoch Air (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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PRIEST: Do you, William, take
this woman to thy wedded wife,

to love her, comfort her,
to honor and keep her,

in sickness and in health,

till death do ye part?

I do.

PRIEST:
And do you, Julia Ogden,

take this man
to thy wedded husband,

to obey him...

Obey him?

Uh... we're negotiating that.

[ Laughter ]

[ Pounding on door ]

It's Darcy!

[ Pounding on door ]

[ Knock on door ]

Sir, get dressed quickly.
You have to see this.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Horse neighs ]

Where'd it go, George?

- Behind that building, sir.
- What building?

The bank, sir.
The bank!

We have to get up
on one of these roofs.

Sir. Listen.

[ Whirring ]

- It's coming back.
- This direction.

It's not here, George.

You must have heard the sound
reflecting off of a building.

- [ Whirring ]
- Sir!

My God.

GEORGE:
I believe it's landing.

Not landing.

[ Crash]

[ People shouting,
horse neighing ]

Sir.

A few people were struck
by light debris,

but apart from that,
no one seems seriously injured.

What have we got, Murdoch?

Sir, some sort of
flying machine.

Flying machine?

Yes, sir.

I saw it with my own eyes.
So did George.

CRABTREE:
Sirs.

Looks like we have a body here
in the shed.

Poor bugger.

I'll bet that was the last thing
he was expecting.

Sir, I think the pilot
is still in the machine.

Be careful, George.
Don't touch any of the metal.

It may still be hot.

BRACKENREID:
Good God!

What the jumping hell is that?

It appears to be
a pig-like creature.

Pig-like?

Sir, I don't think
we should assume

the entity is of this planet.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.
You don't think that...

No, sir, I don't think the pig
was in control of the aircraft.

Then who was?

Well, if ever there was a debate
over which came first...

The day that hell freezes over
or the day that pigs fly...

This ends it.

Very good, sir.

How did the bloody thing stay
in the air?

It may have been
transmitted control.

What?

Nikola Tesla created a device
for transmitted control

a few years ago.

He used it to remotely control
a small boat.

The same technology could be
applied to a flying machine.

What about the pig?

Well, whoever was controlling
the vehicle

may have wanted to test
a weighted craft.

Over a crowded bloody city.

The reckless bastard.
He killed a man, Murdoch!

And why a pig?
Why not a sack of spuds?

I don't know, sir.

Dr. Grace.

All indications are
he was struck down by debris

and then died
in the ensuing conflagration.

Right. Look for any indicators
of identity.

We'll need to notify
next of kin.

What about the pig?

Uh...

See if there is anything

that will tell us which abattoir
it may have come from.

Doctor.

Sirs, about this pig.

I don't think we should
rule out the possibility

that it is a creature
not of this world.

Oh, here we go.

George, don't you think it
highly unlikely

that a creature
from another planet

would look exactly like
an earthly pig?

Parallel evolution, sir,

except on his planet, pigs
became the dominant species.

They are very clever.
Some say smarter than dogs.

Do dogs fly bloody aircraft,
Crabtree?

Not ones that we know.

BRACKENREID:
You two can handle this.

I have a young man
that needs my advice.

Carry on.

George,
have the men collect the craft,

and have them take careful note
of where every piece was found.

I want every piece
accounted for.

And have them take it to
the warehouse on Governor St.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

BRACKENREID:
I envy you, son.

Serving in Her Majesty's army

was one of the great honors
of my life.

When do you ship out?

I should be face-to-face
with the Boers soon enough.

BRACKENREID: Bloody Boers
declaring war on us.

Fine young men like you

will show them
what a mistake that was.

In fact, I've half a mind
to join you.

ARTHUR:
Really. At your age?

I'd still be more than
a match for any Afrikaans

that I come up against,
Arthur, my old son.

Julia!

William!

MURDOCH:
My goodness!

When did you get back
from Vienna?

Last night.

You look wonderful!
I'm so happy to see you.

I missed you so much, William.

Oh, as did I.

So, this is your flying machine?

What's left of it.

How fascinating.
What a shame it was destroyed.

Yes.
I'm hoping to reconstruct it.

William, what do you know
about this?

Well, I've studied the flying
machines by Otto Lilienthal.

But isn't this craft different?
I heard it had a motor.

Well, yes, it did.
I believe gasoline-powered.

But the principles
of aerodynamics are the same.

If I can reconstruct
the debris...

A three dimensional
jigsaw puzzle.

What fun!

I've yet to find any indications
of the man's identity.

Hmm. What about the pig?
Have you conducted a postmortem?

I didn't think it necessary.

I was wondering
if his internal constitution

is the same
as the ones here on earth.

George, what are you eating?

Oh, it's called a hot hamburger.
It's really quite delicious.

And you can carry it around
in your hand.

Would you like a bite?

Hot meat and bread together?
I should think not.

You must have
a strong constitution.

As to your pig,
he is very much of this earth,

slaughtered by the usual means.

Hmm.

This metal
is extraordinarily light.

Aluminum,
similar strength to steel,

but one third of the density
and 20 times the cost.

Whoever built this had money.

That looks more electrical
than mechanical.

Excellent observation.

Sir. Doctor.

I have some interesting news.

What have you, George?

Well, firstly,
as you suspected...

the pig is just a pig.

Oh, I'm sorry, George.

Oh, that's quite all right, sir.

It's given us another avenue
of inquiry.

We found a stamp on the pig,

which not only tells us
the slaughterhouse,

but also the date
on which it was...

Now, as it turns out, there were
64 pigs slaughtered that day.

Most of them were sold dressed,

but have a look
who bought a whole one.

James Pendrick.

- Can you try him again, please?
- [ Door opens ]

Yes, again.

Ah.

Yes, and let it ring.

It's a matter of some importance
that I contact this man.

It crashed.

Where?

- Downtown Toronto.
- Impossible.

Mr. Pendrick, you were
testing a flying craft

over a crowded city
and now a man is dead!

Oh, dear Lord.

I relinquished control
of the aircraft to my assistant,

Mr. Matthews,
earlier this morning.

It was part of a test
we were conducting.

You're telling me your assistant
lost control of the craft?

No. He would have known
what he was doing.

Where is he, then?

I've been trying to contact him.

I've been betrayed, Murdoch.

Once again, there's
something sinister at work.

Do you see this?

It was attached to this.

A microphone.

Yes.

I followed the wire
to the carriage house.

Who would be listening to you?

PENDRICK: One of my competitors,
obviously.

Have you heard
of the Mortimer Challenge?

MURDOCH:
No.

He's an oil tycoon
by the name of Samuel Mortimer.

He put up a million dollars

to the first man who can achieve
controlled flight.

- A million dollars?
- PENDRICK: Yes.

You understand the stakes now.

Any fool can get
a flying machine off the ground.

It's a matter of reducing
weight and drag

and maximizing
speed and wing surface.

The problem is "How do you turn
the damn thing?"

A rudder?

Yes, well,
a rudder needs a keel,

something to press against.

Of course, you can't have a keel
on a flying machine.

Solution... tilt the plane,
use the wings as a keel.

Ah, but how do you tilt
the plane?

That is a question
to which I have the answer.

That's what they're after.

[ Bell ringing ]

The Arrow.

[ Ringing stops ]

Who's there?

[ Rustling ]

Matthews?

Matthews.

Must be those damn raccoons.

Detective Murdoch, allow me
to officially introduce

the Pendrick Arrow.

But the test craft...

Was just a test craft.

This is the aircraft
I intend to fly.

Mr. Pendrick, I have to ask.

Why a pig?

I was testing a harness.

There's no point
in trying to secure oneself

if the end result is slow
death from organ rupture.

How were the organs, by the way?

Oh, I wouldn't know.

But I'd be more concerned
about burning to death.

Yes.
Yes, that is a problem.

[ Dart shot ]

MURDOCH:
Mr. Pendrick?

[ Dart shot ]

They've taken it.

They've taken the Arrow.

The asylum?

Yes, I start next week.

From coroner to psychiatrist.

What other surprises
do you have in mind?

Well, I hope to go
from married to unmarried.

I retained a lawyer.

Wish me luck.

You have it.

You should sign up
for the military, Crabtree.

War tests the measure of a man.

Sir, I'm not sure
I want to be measured.

Thomas,
what is this foolishness?

Robert said he saw you

taking your old uniform
out of the attic.

Oh, don't bother,
Constable Crabtree.

I know full well
what you were doing.

You must be an excellent cook,
Mrs. Brackenreid.

It's not my cooking
that's made him stout.

What sort of a fool are you?

Going off to fight a war
at your age!

Sir.
Ah, Mrs. Brackenreid.

Sir, I have Mr. Pendrick
in the interview room.

Perhaps you ought to sit in
on this one.

Too old to fight a war?

Seems like I fight one with
the missus every single night.

[ Scoffs ]

I received a letter.

It was a personal invitation,

but I assumed that other
gentleman scientists

received the same.

A million dollars
is to be awarded

to the first man to fly.

PENDRICK:
Not just fly.

Each recipient had to perform
a figure eight

over the distance of one mile

with a 100-pound load
in addition to the pilot.

That was to be achieved
by July 1st.

So, you think your
flying machine was stolen

to prevent you
from winning the competition.

- Obviously.
- What about the test craft?

Deliberately crashed to
prevent me from using it to win.

In the middle of a large city?

That was intended
to destroy my reputation.

Remain in contact, Mr. Pendrick.

If you have
any further insights,

please bring them to us.

And do not take the law
into your own hands.

Then find my Arrow, Murdoch.

My financial future
depends on it.

Ah, yes, regarding that,
Mr. Pendrick, if I may...

I thought
you were financially ruined.

I was, thanks to you.

Well, then, where did you
get the funds to do this?

Reginald Gleason, an investor.

We agreed to split
the prize money 50/50.

Risky move on his part.

Hmm. In my opinion,
it's riskier to bet against me.

I don't trust him.

Is there even
the slightest chance

he could be mixed up in this?

I don't see how this could
possibly be to his advantage.

Right, then.
Let's talk to the competition.

Right.

[ Music plays ]

BRACKENREID: Not a decent
suspect amongst the lot of them.

None of them seemed even close
to making the July 1st deadline.

I thought the two from Ohio
had potential.

The Wright brothers?

Well, at least
they had something

that looked like
it could actually fly.

Hmm. I'll have George look into
this Samuel Mortimer fellow.

You think he might be
behind this?

Well, if the money is committed,

this would be one way
of not having to pay it.

Then why make the offer
in the first place?

Julia.
Is everything all right?

Yes. I just came by to tell you
I've talked to my lawyer.

He thinks that Darcy and I
should obtain an annulment.

An annulment?
Is that even possible?

If we swear that our marriage
was never consummated.

Darcy would have to agree
to that.

I think he might, to avoid
the scandal of divorce.

Hmm.

I'm going to have dinner
with him tonight.

What have you, George?

Oh, sir.

I was expecting...

Well, I wasn't expecting this.

It's like a magic suit.

Put it on and you're
instantly 20 years younger.

I was going to say.

BRACKENREID:
I've signed up, Murdoch.

Just got back
from the recruitment center.

You... I beg your pardon?

BRACKENREID:
Oh, it's only for a few months.

The war will be over by then.

But, sir...

BRACKENREID: I just wanted to
stand up and be counted,

that's all.

Now, what's all this?

I'm testing the darts, sir.

It's very sophisticated stuff.

The chemical
was held in a reservoir

and then forcibly ejected
when it hit the skin.

What kind of chemical?

Some sort of anesthetic.

Can you identify it?

It's not like anything
I've ever seen, sir.

Sinister forces indeed.

[ Knock on door ]

What have you, George?

Sirs, it would seem
the contest is bona fide.

A million dollars was ta...

Oh, deep breath, sir.
There you are.

A million dollars
was taken out of an account

under the name
of Samuel Mortimer

and placed in trust
with the Bank of Toronto,

to be released to the winner

if the terms of the challenge
are met.

So if Pendrick succeeds,

this Mortimer is down
a million dollars.

What did you find out
about Samuel Mortimer himself?

CRABTREE:
Well, that's the thing, sir.

Aside from his name being
on the account,

nobody seems to have heard
of him.

Despite the condition
of the corpse,

there were a couple
of things that gave me pause.

The pattern of the burns,
the position of the body.

Both these things suggest

that this man was lying on
his back at the time of impact.

And given what I could
tell of his clothing,

he didn't appear to be
a workman taking a nap.

I decided
that there was a possibility

that this man may be a victim
of a homicide

that would have occurred

before he was struck
by the flying machine.

Yes, of course.

Dr. Grace, what are you eating?

DR. GRACE:
Oh, a hot hamburger.

Terribly popular.

Would you like to try?

No.

Your loss.

So, I decided to look at
poisoning as the cause of death.

I emptied the stomach contents,
and that's where I found these.

BRACKENREID:
He swallowed them?

Tore it into pieces,
likely to make the task easier.

It appears to be
a cipher of some sort.

What are the odds, Murdoch,

that the shed that the flying
machine crashed into

just happened to contain
a dead body?

Very low, I should think.

So who's our victim?

I don't know.

Mr. Pendrick's assistant
is still missing.

I've asked him to come in.

So, we have a millionaire
that doesn't exist,

but a million dollars that does.

We have dead bodies,
coded notes,

special darts,
and exotic poison.

You know who I think
is behind this, Murdoch?

Terrence Meyers.

- Exactly.
- MURDOCH: No, sir.

Terrence Meyers just walked
into the station house.

Gentlemen.

I shall presently
be taking possession of a corpse

currently undergoing
an autopsy in your morgue.

I trust you have no objections.

BRACKENREID:
Oi.

Let me see some authority,
Meyers.

Ah, of course.

Will you be wanting the pig,
too?

Uh... no. Keep the pig.

Is the victim an agent
of the government?

I'm afraid that's top secret.

Did you steal
the Pendrick Arrow, Mr. Meyers?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

So you're telling us
it's just a coincidence

that your agent's body
was put into a shed

that Pendrick's test craft
later crashed into.

Well, I never said
he was an agent,

but if I did, then, yes,

yes, that's what
I would be saying.

Good day, gentlemen.

MURDOCH: Could this be
your assistant Matthews?

Were the missing teeth
pre- or postmortem?

Pre.

Then that's him, the poor deuvil.

Then how is it that
the craft crashed into him?

I thought he was operating it.

I thought so, too.

What's going on here, Detective?

Mr. Pendrick,
I believe your assistant

may have been working
for someone else.

Damn him!

[ Sighs ]

Was it raining
where you were earlier today?

We had a brief thunderstorm.
Why?

Both Mr. Meyers and Mr. Pendrick
had mud spatter on their pants.

You think they were caught
in the same storm?

Well, it stands to reason

that if you're going to steal
a flying machine,

you won't want to go very far
in broad daylight.

Look here, Murdoch.

The road that runs north
of Pendrick's property.

Concession 51.

Do you recall
a certain government airship

being tested on Concession 51?

[ Groans ]

[ Gun cocks ]

Turn around.

Slowly.

Arthurs.

He'll live.

Where's my flying machine?

The Pendrick Arrow?

You claimed you didn't take it.

Of course I took it.

It was in the interest
of national security.

Oh.

Well, then,
who stole it from you?

I have no idea.

Detective, what could you
possibly offer me

that I don't already know?

Hmm?

It's possible

we found a coded note
in Mr. Matthews' stomach.

A note.
What note? Where is it?

It's a hypothetical note,

to be hypothetically transferred
to you

on the understanding
that you tell us everything.

What I'm about to tell you

can never leave
the confines of this room,

under penalty of...

Yes, yes, treason.

Death penalty.

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

We are at war, gentlemen,

and the need
for a flying military vehicle

has never been greater.

That's why you insisted
on the 100-pound payload.

You intend to bomb the enemy.

MEYERS:
Among other things.

Obviously,
whoever controls the skies

will have tremendous advantage.

BRACKENREID:
[ Scoffs ]

Bloody flying machines
will never replace

a well-drilled infantry.

So, you present yourself
as Samuel Mortimer,

a wealthy industrialist
planning a grand contest.

We became aware
that a number of avionauts

had made significant progress
in the area of manned flight,

and we thought
that a financial incentive

would accelerate progress.

So, how does Matthews fit in
to all of this?

He became aware
that certain foreign agents

were monitoring
Pendrick's progress.

But we won't know
until we decode that message.

What does it mean?

I'm afraid that's top secret.
Good day, gentlemen.

Bloody hell.
I knew we couldn't trust him!

You remember the code, right?

I'm due for training.

Get to the bottom of this,
Murdoch.

I'll do my best, sir.

Stand up straight, boy.

We will begin our day with
a little bit of limbering up.

50 push-ups
followed by a 5-mile run.

And then we will proceed
to the obstacle course.

It is our preference

that our soldiers die
on the battlefield

and not the training ground.

I'm an active policeman.

I'm more than capable
of the rigors required

for military service, Sergeant.

Is that right? Good.

50 push-ups.

Go! All of you!

Bloody hell. Bollocks.

The Pendrick Arrow was never
intended for military use.

Don't be naive.

Well, who are these supposed
foreign agents? The Boers?

MURDOCH:
We don't know.

But we certainly don't want
your flying machine

in the hands of someone
who could use it against us.

You needn't worry about that.

Whoever attempts to fly
the Arrow

will be in for a big surprise.

MURDOCH:
What do you mean?

The very feature that makes the
Arrow navigable, the tilters,

have been removed
from the aircraft

and kept in secret storage.

As you know,
I had reason to be suspicious.

Does anyone else know
about these tilters?

PENDRICK:
No one.

Not even Matthews.

MURDOCH:
What about Mr. Gleason,

your financial backer
with the deep pockets?

Well, he certainly knows

I've perfected
a system of navigation.

He doesn't know how it works.

I'll need to see the particulars
of your agreement with him.

Mr. Gleason
can't be behind this.

It was his money
that paid for it all.

No stone unturned.

Get over that wall,
you old tub of guts! Go!

Next!

Need a boost, sir?

Oh, get your bloody hands
off me, lad!

Ugh!

Oh, bloody hell.

- [ Panting ]
- Next!

- Sir?
- What is it?

I conducted
a trace of Pendrick's funds.

He was wired money directly

from the Merchant Bank
in Rochester.

An account under the name
Reginald Gleason.

And the point, George?

Reginald Gleason doesn't exist,
Sir.

I see.
Have you told Mr. Pendrick?

- CRABTREE: I was on my way.
- I'll tell him.

Ugh!

No, no, no, Harry.
Watch me. Watch.

Thrust! Twist! Withdraw!
Now you try it.

Ugh!

Oh, that's better, lad!

You do it like that,

the poor bugger'll never know
what's hit him.

Right, then, one more time,
together.

Oh, and put some guts behind it.

[ Both shouting ]

Mr. Brackenreid.
A moment.

If you're willing,

I'm prepared to shave five
or six years off your age.

It'll look better
on your record.

We could use a man like you
showing the Boer what for.

Sergeant, uh, maybe 10?

Carry on.

Mr. Pendrick?

Mr. Pendrick?

Sir, do you think
Mr. Pendrick is dead?

No. I think it's more likely
he's been kidnapped.

Oh, that's good.

He's an interesting chap.

Sir, why would they bother
kidnapping him?

They already have
his flying machine.

Because they can't fly it
without him.

You see, I believe

Mr. Pendrick removed
something crucial to the craft,

something called the tilters,

which allow the craft to bank
into a turn.

And you think
now that they have him,

they plan to extract
that information by force.

Yes.

Oh, sir, look.
Do that again.

This could be it, George.

Yes. I believe
these are the tilters.

I'll need both of these
straightaway.

Yes, sir.
Lads.

By the way, Murdoch,

I meant to tell you earlier.

I've been accepted.

Accepted?

BRACKENREID: I have a duty
to queen and country.

I intend not to shirk it.

Thrust! Twist! Withdraw!

Sir, I've brought the tilters.

Just leave them there, George.

This one's a real puzzler,
isn't it, sir?

Yes. It's not a simple cipher,
George.

Detective.
Mr. Pendrick has been kidnapped.

MURDOCH:
Yes, I'm aware of that.

Are you now willing
to divulge the coded message?

No.

No, uh, apparently the message
is not encoded

in any cipher we know, so...

I need your help, Murdoch.

Is that right?

Well, perhaps it's not a cipher
after all.

Maybe it's just... numbers.

Sir, today is May the 13th,
correct?

What of it?

Because Pendrick's
flying machine

was stolen yesterday,
May the 12th.

MURDOCH:
Very good, George.

That's it.

512 is the date.
1115 could be the time.

The time of what?
His abduction?

No, I don't think so.

Sir, if they stole
the flying craft,

they would have to transport it
somehow.

Yes, exactly.

Now, they couldn't fly
the machine.

They would have had to use...
a train!

A train car
would be large enough

to transport the flying craft.

George, see if any trains left
Willowdale Station at 11:15,

and see if boxcar 2473 was
routed anywhere in particular.

CRABTREE:
Sir.

Do you have anything to add,
Mr. Meyers?

No.

Then I'm very busy.

Sir, there was indeed an 11:15
train leaving Willowdale.

What about boxcar 24737?

Routed for Lewiston, New York.

Just across the border.
So it was the Americans.

Of course it was the Americans.

Did you say Lewiston, Constable?

I did.

There's a decommissioned
military base

just outside of Lewiston.

They don't know
that we know about it.

Right, George, arrange
for my passage to Lewiston.

CRABTREE:
Yes, sir.

Margaret, you can't just come
barging in here

when I'm at work.

I just need the answer
to one question.

Have you decided to join
the military?

It's my duty.
I can't just sit back

while Her Majesty's empire
is under attack.

You understand.

I know enough not to try
and change your mind

once it's made up.

Thank you, Margaret.

That's very understanding.

Why aren't they at school?

Thomas, I will not stand
in your way,

but it's also your duty
as a father

to let them know
what you are up to.

Not mine.

Boys, your father has something
he would like to tell you.

Bloody hell.

What is it, Father?

Come and have a seat, lads.

You've heard
there's a war going on?

Our beloved empire
is under attack.

Yes, sir.

Well, I have a duty
to serve queen and country.

You understand that, don't you?

I do, Father,

and if you don't come back,
I will do my duty as well.

I will see that Bobby
and Mother don't go wanting.

You'll be the head of the house,
will you?

If need be, Father,
I'm prepared.

Mr. Gleason.

CLEGG: Why don't you call me
by my real name?

Allen Clegg.

We tried taking
the Pendrick Arrow

for its inaugural flight
yesterday.

Was it a good flight?

Why won't it turn, Mr. Pendrick?

The test craft did.
Why not this one?

You killed Matthews, didn't you?

That's not what
we're talking about.

You killed him, didn't you?

Not personally.

Now, Mr. Pendrick,

tell me what I need to know.

I'm not going to hit you.

Remember your last lacrosse game
at Yale?

It was the Bulldogs,
wasn't it? The team name”?

You should have won that game.

That was the first time your
shoulder popped out, wasn't it?

Then 10 years ago,

your fondness for
the steeplechase took its toll.

A dislocated shoulder
never quite does heal, does it?

It has a tendency to pop out
when least expected.

And when expected.

- [ Crunch]
- Aah!

You and I are partners,
Mr. Pendrick.

We don't want to take
the Pendrick Arrow from you.

We want to share it with you.

And trust me when I say I make
a better friend than enemy.

- [ Crunch]
- Aah!

I'll let you catch your breath.

Fire!

- MURDOCH: Mr. Pendrick.
- Murdoch.

- Are you all right?
- My shoulder is dislocated.

Which one?

The le... Aah.
The left one.

Not the plane.
It won't fly.

It will now.

I brought the tilters.

How did you...

Never mind. Get in.

- Take the controls.
- Me?

Well, I can't fly.
I need two hands.

But I don't...

Nothing to it but a stout heart.

Right.

You there!

Stop!

Now gently pull the stick
towards you.

More.

It's flying!
We're flying!

What did you expect, man?

I'm James Pendrick!

[ Both laughing ]

CLEGG:
Damn you, Murdoch.

Why are we going south?

We need to use
the headwinds to gain altitude.

But we're going further
into America.

Thank you, but I do
understand basic geography.

Now, let's see
if you've done your job right.

Raise the tilter
on the right wing slightly.

A little more.

That's it.

Now level out the tilters.

[ Both laughing ]

Fine work, Murdoch!
Now let's aim for home.

CLEGG:
Stop here!

Brace yourself!

What?

Suggestions?

[ Gunshot ]

Shut up and fly!

Damn it.
They're out of range.

Mr. Pendrick,
we appear to be descending.

Pull the control stick
towards you.

Still descending.

PENDRICK:
How much do you weigh, Murdoch?

Approximately 160 pounds.

Well, I didn't calculate
for two passengers.

Oh. Right.

Oh.
Again, I ask for suggestions.

What are you doing?

I'm reducing our net weight.

[ Engine sputtering ]

Oh. Perhaps you've reduced it
too much.

The stick!

Pull it toward you
as hard as you can!

I am! There's no response!

Lower both tilters!

Whoa-ho!

Take that!

Nobody beats James Pendrick!

MEYERS:
Thank you, Mr. Pendrick.

We'll be taking
your flying machine now.

- Good work, Detective.
- But... Mr. Pendrick,

I had nothing to do with this.
I swear to you.

Rest assured, Murdoch
was a dupe in all of this.

Get back to the road,
get a team of horses

and somebody to dismantle this.

I want it done before sunset.

Make sure that we have
somebody that's qualif...

Murdoch! Stop him!

[ Water splashes ]

PENDRICK:
It's not yours.

I will not have my name
on a war machine.

You'll pay for this, Pendrick.

Mr. Pendrick merely destroyed
his personal property.

There's no crime in that,
as far as I can tell.

You betrayed your country, sir.

You know, someone
will get up there someday.

You're risking losing
your place in history.

Well,
if I have a change of heart,

I can always rebuild it,

but only I.

MURDOCH: But you're risking
not being the first.

We have but one life, Murdoch.
I have to be true to myself.

Besides, we both know
I was the first man to fly.

Actually, Mr. Pendrick,

I believe I was.

[ Laughs ]

Touché.

So, we finally got to stick it
to Meyers.

That's got to be worth
a drink in itself.

Yes.

When do you ship out, sir?

I'm not going anywhere.

Glory is for the young, Murdoch.

I'll leave the thrashing
of the Boers to others.

Well, the military may be
displeased, but I am not.

A man has to be true
to the ones he loves.

But it's a bloody
pain in the ass sometimes.

William, I have to talk to you!

Julia, what is it?

I just met with Darcy.

He's agreed to the annulment.

- We can be married?
- DR. OGDEN: Yes!

We can be married!

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