All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S06E06 - Murdoch and the Cloud of Doom (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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- MURDOCH: Mayor Clarkson.
- Detective Murdoch.

So good of you to join us.
Please, come in.

My apologies for the dramatics,

but this is something
I'd rather keep under our hats.

The mayor has received
a rather alarming package.

From whom?

CLARKSON:
That's what we need to find out.

The sender
chose to remain anonymous,

for reasons
you'll soon understand.

MURDOCH:
He's killed it.

What kind of disturbed mind
would do such a thing?

What's even more disturbing
is the note that accompanied it.

Please, read it.

"My cloud of doom
comes with advice.

100,000 is my price.

A lack of funds
will seal my plan.

Today a mongrel, tomorrow man."

Right. Do we know
who delivered this package?

A street boy, an urchin.

The desk clerk
will have the details.

Has anyone else
touched this film?

Celluloid is
quite impressionable.

We may still be able
to raise fingermarks.

Excuse me, Detective, are you
telling me this is possible?

The film
appears to be authentic.

I was hoping you'd talk some
sense into Chief Constable Giles

and tell me
this is an elaborate prank.

As chief constable,

I'm entrusted with
the protection of the citizenry.

It is not a task
I take lightly.

MURDOCH:
Mayor Clarkson,

there are a number of gases
that are known to be deadly.

Some have been around
for centuries.

GILES: We have to
take this threat seriously.

If there's even a hint

that the lives of the citizens
are at risk,

we must be seen
to be taking firm action.

If word gets out,
the city will be in a panic.

No one will hear of this.
You have my word.

If we elect to dismiss
this threat,

a man's life may be at risk.

Sirs, if I may,

"Today a mongrel, tomorrow man."

I believe the threat is intended
for the general public,

not just one man.

We're looking for a boy.

52" red hair,

last seen at the corner
of Portland and Wellington.

George, Henry,

I want you to examine
every frame of that film,

looking for fingermarks.

And also review the film itself,

looking for reflections,
shadows,

anything that might help us
find the location.

Sir, might I request
that Higgins be the one

to review the moving picture?

He has a very sharp eye,

and that way I could help the
lads look for the street urchin.

Why?

Well, as you know, sir,
I am a dog owner myself, and...

What are you trying
to tell me, George?

Sir, I think the contents
of the moving picture

would not sit well with me.

[ Sighs ] George.

All right, I'm sorry, sir.
Henry, let's get to work.

- [ Door opens I.
- BRACKENREID: Murdoch.

Have you seen this?

Mary Knowles is about to get
the long drop.

Well, yes, sir.
She did murder her father, sir.

A sweet old clergyman.
Shot him right between the eyes.

Didn't even express
a word of remorse.

There's definitely
something in the air, Murdoch.

A woman being hanged.
Some crazy nutcase gassing dogs.

He may not be that crazy, sir.

You think that gas
is as deadly as it seems?

I don't know.

But I may know someone
who can tell us.

[ Bubbling ]

Hello?

Dr. Prasad?

Dr. Sanjay Prasad?

Detective Murdoch.

I hope I may be
of some service.

Gases tend to be most effective
in enclosed spaces...

Underground mines, bunkers,
that sort of thing...

So effective that last
year at the Hague Convention

a declaration was put forth

banning asphyxiating gases
from warfare.

Which was rendered
all but useless

when the United States
and Great Britain

refused to sign it.

Mm.
But this is outdoors.

Which speaks to its potency.

Which speaks very loudly
to its potency.

Right.
Thank you for your help, Doctor.

I'll be in touch.

Detective, if this
moving picture is real,

this man has created
a whole new compound

with a capacity for destruction

the likes of which
we have never seen.

What about his voice?

Did he have an accent
or stutter perhaps?

He didn't say much.

I guess he was Canadian.
It's hard to tell.

Was it was deep or thin?
The tenor of a young man or old?

Was the man who gave you
the package tall?

Was he short? Fat? Dapper?

Look at me
when I'm talking to you, lad.

Sir, there's something
you should know...

Oh, these little guttersnipes,

they like to shut down
in front of coppers, Murdoch.

Sometimes you have to
show them the light.

That would be a stroke
of good fortune, sir...

Seeing the light.

Are you getting fresh with me,
sunshine?

Sir, the boy is blind.

Since I was wee, sir.
Measles.

[ Snap ]

Right, then.

Carry on, Murdoch.

How horrible.
Do you know what he used?

We're attempting
to find that out.

I'm consulting with
Dr. Sanjay Prasad on the matter.

I know him by reputation,
of course.

What did say
about the moving picture?

He had much the same reaction
as I did.

[ Sighs ]

We're dealing
with an unknown quantity,

and any attempt
to assess that quantity

is paralyzed
by our lack of evidence.

All we have is a moving picture

of someone
gassing a lone animal.

Not an animal, William...
A dog.

Hmm?

Dogs have become
a symbol of companionship

in civilized societies.

The murder of a dog requires
the same cold-bloodedness

as killing humans.

Yet dogs are put down
every day.

In the name of science or mercy,
perhaps,

but not to elicit money.

This man
is callous and calculated.

You can't afford to be
anything less than keen.

It's hard to tell
where he is, sir.

He's positioned the camera

such that we only really see
a 50-foot radius of his view.

It gives us no point of
reference on the horizon, sir.

It could be an alley.
It could be an abandoned lot.

Leaving us nowhere.

Not quite.

Sir, look at this shadow.

It runs along the ground
and up the wall here.

Now, at first we figured it
was just a large pole or a post,

but this orb-shaped thing
at the top threw us a bit.

I took the liberty
of drawing the image, sir,

but we could find no structure
to match its dimensions.

CRABTREE:
A tower, perhaps?

I highly doubt that, George.

What kind of tower would have
a cantilevered bulge at the top?

Well, I don't know, sir,

but I think it has
some aesthetic appeal.

Perhaps the orb at the top
is some sort of viewing area.

George, if such a tower
existed in Toronto,

I'm sure
we would know about it.

Yes, I suppose.

Without the orb,

and given that the shaft
comes to a point,

what does that look like
to you?

A church steeple?

Yes.

And now let's say the orb

is a completely separate
object altogether.

Um, Henry, roll the film
forward, please.

Right.
Now roll it back.

You see?
The orb is moving.

Well, I'll be.

Gentlemen, what's round
and moves in the sky?

MAN:
See clear across Lake Ontario

to the great falls
and beyond!

Reduce your peers
to the size of ants!

Sir, you can create memories
that will last a lifetime!

Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

Mr. O'Malley, is it?

How often
do your balloons go up?

Once an hour, on the hour.

And how long
have you been at this location?

Two weeks.

Are all
of your flights tethered?

Ever since I took the children
up from Bishop Strachan.

How high does the balloon rise?

Just over a thousand feet.

Enough so that you can see
clear to Rochester!

What exactly are we doing, sir?

Again, George, we are using

the azimuth
and elevation of the sun

to plot the balloon's shadow
across the city.

Now...

280.2.
Right, then.

Hold the string at
precisely 23 degrees, George.

Sir, may I switch hands?

It's surprisingly difficult
to hold one's arm aloft

for a sustained period.

Just a moment, George.

The balloon's shadow
goes straight past.

St. Alban's Anglican Church.

Oh, really? My Aunt Primrose
goes to that church.

It's quite nice. Mind you,
the reverend is a bit of a...

George, are you holding the
string at precisely 23 degrees?

Oh, uh...

Yes, sir.
23 exactly.

Left behind by our friend
in the mask, I suppose?

So it would seem, George.

[ Squish]

- Sir.
- What is it, George?

Look around you, sir.

This is where the mongrel lay.

Yes,
the canister was placed here.

This is where
the cloud was released.

Why would he remove the body?

I suppose the more complex
the life form,

the more it could tell us.

This man doesn't want to
give away any of his secrets.

Mm.

I guess we'll have to rely
on more primitive life forms.

How do you mean?

The gas killed
everything in its path.

You see this weed?

The tissue has broken down,
draining it of life and color.

And yet we are 50 feet
from the canister.

Have you seen this type
of destruction before?

It's a common reaction
to a number of poisonous gases.

What's peculiar
about this case

is the size of the canister

relative to
the area of destruction.

Any gas
spreading with the same density

in a three-dimensional space
will be diminished

to the cube of the distance
from its the source.

Precisely, which means a gas
that has "x" potency at 10 feet

will have 1/8 "x" potency
at 20 feet,

1/27 "x" potency at 30 feet.

Until, at 100 feet
from the source,

it will be diminished
to 1/1000th

of its original density.

And yet at 100 feet...

This gas maintains
its destructive properties.

But just a few inches further...

...and these weeds
show no sign of necrosis.

Perhaps there was
a shift in the wind.

Or this could be the boundary
of the compound's effectiveness.

The question is,
what are its components?

How is it working?

Well, unfortunately,

a few crumbled-up weeds
won't tell us much.

As you suggest,

we'd do better to examine
more complex life forms.

Yes.

If this is going to
become commonplace,

I'I need a more
appropriately sized scalpel.

Is this
your first rodent postmortem?

In a professional capacity,
yes.

It appears as though
the lungs have ruptured.

This creature suffocated,

and, by the looks of it,
quite violently.

Mm, this gas
must have fatally interacted

with the proteins in the lungs.

We found affected rodents
over 100 feet apart.

I've never seen
anything like it.

This is something new,
a hybrid of sorts.

So how does one find a gas
that is not yet known to exist?

Gases are compounds
of existing elements.

If we were able to isolate
even one of the components...

We would have a better chance
of determining the others.

Yes, but we need to find
something this man touched

before the chemicals
turned into a gaseous state.

Right, George, could you
please switch off the light?

[ Clicks, whirs softly ]

DR. PRASAD: Remarkable.

The filter blocks out
all visible light

but allows ultraviolet light
to pass through.

Which is exposing trace
phosphors on the glove.

Now, sodium hypochlorite
fluoresces like this.

Could common bleach
be one of the components?

CRABTREE: Oh, sir, common bleach
can cause plenty of damage.

I was once trying
to remove a stain

from the seat of my trousers.

I'd sat in a rhubarb pie
that my Aunt Hyacinth...

- [ Man clears throat ]
- ...baked for my...

Oh.

It's not the bleach
that's the vexation here...

It's the gaseous compound
that it has helped create.

So, what compound, when
combined with common bleach,

will create
our so-called doom cloud?

CRABTREE: Sir.

It's the mayor's office, sir.
You've been summoned.

CLARKSON:: Thank you
for joining us, Detective.

The situation
has been elevated.

Our blind urchin
has delivered another message

from our miscreant
in the mask.

Read it aloud.

"The urchin
knows the point of pay.

The information, he'll relay.

Should my demands
not be employed,

then Cabbagetown
will be destroyed."

Respectfully, Mr. Mayor,

are we really going to give in
to some pompous lunatic

with a flair
for playground rhymes?

The safety of the city
is paramount.

We evacuate.

Evacuate Cabbagetown?

Do you realize
what that entails?

Hundreds of homes,
boardinghouses,

six churches, two schools,
and the women's prison.

And my own bloody station house.

I'm sure, Inspector,
that you'd prefer

an empty station house
to a full mortuary.

CLARKSON: Evacuation's out of
the question.

It will throw the city
into chaos.

Murdoch, what say you
to all of this?

The damage left behind
at his test site

was worse
than we had anticipated.

Exactly why
we should take action.

Then every option
should be on the table,

including giving in
to the ransom.

With respect, Mr. Mayor,

you'll be opening the floodgates
to every crackpot

this side of the Atlantic.

Thank you, Inspector.

I'll take your words
into consideration.

I'm sure you will.

Good day.

Margaret!

Thomas.
You called for me?

Yes, yes, yes.
Come in. Have a seat.

How are the children?

Uh, fine.
Is something wrong?

I got to thinking...

When was the last time
you took the boys

to visit Aunt Lizzy
at the falls?

It's been a while since they've
been on the Maid of the Mist.

They've always enjoyed that.

What brought this up?

I overheard Higgins
talking about it.

Apparently the weather's
going to be lovely.

[ Sighs ]

Are you sure
everything's all right?

Everything's fine.

Give your sister a call.

The money
is to be dropped in a fountain

near the corner of King and
Tecumseth at precisely 4:00 p.m.

He said he'll be watching, sir.

And he told me to tell you
that if he sees any coppers,

the deal's off.

[ Chain jingles ]

Is someone else here, sir?

Uh, yes, Riley.

I'd like you to meet
Dr. Sanjay Prasad.

- Hello, Riley.
- Hello.

Riley, if you recall,
last time we met,

I asked you to engage
your other senses

in the event that you meet
the masked man again.

- Yes, sir. And I did, sir.
- Very good.

In that case, Dr. Prasad
has a few questions for you.

Were you able to detect an odor
from this man, even a faint one?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

We have reason to believe

he's working with
some very powerful chemicals.

I have a few ideas,

but I need your help
to narrow them down.

[ Coughs]

Too smoky.

Too pungent.

No.

These aren't even close.

It was much sweeter,
like rotten fruit.

DR. PRASAD:
During the Civil War,

a New York school teacher,
John Doughty,

proposed the use
of chlorine gas,

but it was deemed too inhumane
for warfare

and never heard from again.

It was said to smell
of pineapple and peppers.

Then our man has found a way
to re-create it.

Not just re-create but intensify
its properties by a thousand.

And I'm not yet sure
how he has done it.

But he's used chlorine gas
as its base.

Precisely.

And one of
the two major components

of chlorine gas is bleach.

And what's the other?

Ammonia, or formula NH3,

sometimes listed
as hydrogen nitride.

Ammonia and chlorine?

There was a rather large order
that came down here last week.

Never seen the gentleman before,
so I tried to make small talk,

but he didn't take to it.

- Did he give you a name?
- No.

He was tall, dark hair.
American, if I recall.

Said he was using the canisters
to make fertilizer of some kind.

Ah, here we are.

A dozen 124-pound XP canisters
of ammonia... NH3.

Delivered to
83 Bleecker Street.

Is that correct?

Oh, yes.
It was a whale of a job.

Took me three trips.

That's a lot of fertilizer,
especially for a city dweller.

Sir.

Ammonia and bleach bottles.
There's dozens of them.

- This is empty.
- They're all empty.

We're too late.

The innards
of a timepiece, sir?

Yes, George...
One that's been modified.

He seems to
have been working on

some sort of
time-release mechanism.

Sir, do you think
he's really succeeded

in building this...
doom cloud?

I don't know, George.
Just keep looking.

What do you make of all this,
Dr. Prasad?

We have a dozen ammonia
and 20 canisters of bleach,

all empty.

But what's more curious is
what must have been inside here.

This canister was pressurized,

which means the mystery compound
is itself a gas.

And when combined
with the other ingredients

creates a doom cloud.

Right.

You can't see it,
and you can't smell it,

but it'll kill you.

Incinerate you is what I heard,
leaving nothing but bones.

Gentlemen, our prayers
have been answered.

On loan from Station 10,

the fire department have
generously offered us

some of their
most modern technology.

Should the cloud of doom
make its way to Station Four,

we will be prepared.

Behold the breathing mask.

Looks like ghoul masks.

You really think these'll work?

It smells like wet dog.

Higgins.

And there's only five of them.

Well, we'll have to share,
I suppose, if it comes to that.

Is there supposed to be
a crack in this?

CRABTREE: A crack?

Look, we have nothing
to worry about.

Do you honestly think
that the cloud of doom

could stand a chance
against this?

[ Thuds ]

[ Knock on door ]

Julia.

Is it true
that Cabbagetown is in danger?

I wouldn't pay much attention to
what the constables are saying.

It wasn't the constables
who brought it to my attention.

Ah.

Why didn't you tell me?

We don't yet know
if the threat is real.

But it could be.

It's too early
to make that assessment.

Julia, everything will be fine.

HIGGINS: Sir?

You've been summoned again.

Ah, Detective Murdoch.

Come in.

Would you like a pull,
Detective?

No, thank you.

[ Chuckles ]
A man of integrity.

That's why I called you here
in the first place.

Mayor Clarkson, if I may,

though your job may seem
impossible at the moment,

the people of this city
need you.

Their fate is in your hands.

We have the money.

You do?

I've spoken
with the Treasury Department.

They've emptied the coffers.

$100,000.

While negotiating with vermin

is a displeasing pill
to swallow,

I will not endanger
the citizens of Toronto.

A wise decision.

And you're the man
to orchestrate the drop-off.

You must do everything
in your power

to unmask this man
in the process.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Detective.

And Godspeed.

Oh, and that fate of the city
you mentioned?

It's in your hands now.

The money is to be put
in an unmarked oilskin bag

and placed in the fountain
at King and Tecumseth.

I want all constables to
maintain constant visual contact

with the drop-off point.

Any communications
that you wish to make

will be handled
via the call boxes

that we have designated.

Now, the man in question

will be picking up the package
at 4.00 p.m.

It is imperative
that you are not recognized.

If he sees anything suspicious,

we will be placing the city
at extreme risk.

What do you think?
Pick it up!

We're not leaving $100,000

lying around on the street
all night.

He didn't show?

What's his game, Murdoch?

I don't know, sir.
We did what he asked.

Our men were invisible.
The money was there.

Why would he turn his back
on his own plan?

I think
we could both use a drink.

Whoa!
Here's comes trouble!

Come here, Bobby!

Daddy!

- John.
- Father.

We're going
to Aunt Lizzy's today,

taking the Maid of the Mist.

Why don't you come?

I would love to, Bobby,

but your father has got
a lot of work to do.

But what about the doom cloud?

Oh, I wouldn't believe
everything you hear, John.

Besides, if there was
a cloud of doom,

it would be no match for

the mask of glory!

Raaaah!

You see,
this breathing mask

will keep your old man
as right as rain.

All right, John.
Here's a few pennies.

Constable Burns will take you
for some sweets.

- Thank you, Father.
- Be good.

- Bye, Dad.
- Bye-bye.

Sir, you do know that a mask
designed to filter out smoke

is likely
to be ineffective against...

Of course I bloody know,
Murdoch.

But let's keep that
between ourselves.

No need to enlighten
the constables.

HIGGINS:
Detective Murdoch.

There's a telephone call
in your office right away, sir.

Detective Murdoch.

MAN:
I said no police.

We did exactly as you asked.

There were no officers present,
and every penny was delivered.

I saw.
The deal was no police.

My price is now one million.

You have eight hours.

[ Click ]

A million dollars?!

Impossible!

Even if we wanted to,

we couldn't float enough bonds
to cover the cost!

What happened, Brackenreid?

How did he find out
we were watching him?

I don't know, sir.

Our constables
were in plain clothes.

They maintained a discreet
distance from the drop-off.

- We were careful.
- Oh! Not careful enough.

Maybe someone
in the constabulary

is working with the fiend.

You mean someone
from Station House Number Four?!

Gentlemen, I don't think
this is about money.

Not about money?

He's asking
for a million dollars!

Exactly.

He knows the city
couldn't possibly pay that.

He seems determined
to carry out his threat.

To what end?

We're not the only city
he can hold hostage.

He wants to
make an example of us.

CLARKSON: Of course.

My God.

He could hold
the whole world to ransom.

[ Footsteps ]

[ Whispering ]

Gentlemen, it appears
that we've just located

the cloud of doom.

Hidden in plain sight.
Brilliant.

You say a child spotted this?

Bloody lucky he didn't
start mucking around with it.

[ Ticking ]

Can we disable the timer?

The valve
is electrically controlled,

but the power
is keeping the valve shut.

Any attempt
to interrupt the circuit

will allow the valve
to spring open.

Can we manually close the valve?

Not without releasing
at least some of the gas.

We'd likely all be dead
before we succeeded.

Look...
The canister is pressurized

to 200 pounds per square inch.

If we were to put this
in a sealed drum...

And drop it to a depth where the
pressure would be equalized...

The gas
would never be released.

Right.

Gentlemen...

Let's go.

Jackson.

Be careful, lads.

Seems we're attracting
a bit of a crowd, sir.

Right, George, keep them back.

I don't want to take
any chances.

Sir.

BRACKENREID: Bloody hell!

[ Ticking continues ]

It's fine.
It's fine.

The canister
hasn't been breached.

Just get it on the wagon,
Jackson.

Carefully.

[ Cork pops ]

To the bravest coppers
this side of the 49th parallel!

- Hear, hear!
- Cheers!

Where's Detective Murdoch?

He should be enjoying
his triumph.

He's not usually one for praise,
Mr. Mayor.

Or drinking.

Rubbish!

Cheers, lads!

Not joining us, Detective?

I fear the festivities
might be somewhat premature.

The canister
has been safely sunk

to the bottom of Lake Ontario.

One of them.

How do you mean?

The lethal gas
is comprised of ammonia, bleach,

and a third component...
Compound X.

I've done the calculations
five times.

The gas man
procured enough materials

to create 25,000 cubic feet
of this deadly mixture.

And how large
was your canister?

2,500 cubic feet.

There may be as many as
nine other canisters out there.

It seems
that the fate of the city

is back in your hands,
Mr. Mayor.

When do you believe
these might go off?

We have less than six hours.

Gentlemen, we have no choice.

We must evacuate the city.

BRACKENREID: The evacuation area
is Gerrard to Queen,

Parliament to the Don River.

You've each been assigned a
section within the boundaries

to make sure the public leave.

Crabtree, you're Section "A"...
Wilton to Sydenham,

with Sackville
as your western boundary.

Jackson, you're Section "B"...
Sackville to Sumach.

What is it, Higgins?

I'm just wondering
about the women's prison, sir.

What, you can't handle
a few slappers?

It's not that, sir.

I'm just wondering if we should
give priority to the civilians.

Higgins has a good point, sir.

I mean, one of them is
scheduled to be hanged tomorrow.

It seems
a bit counterproductive.

This is not the time
for armchair philosophy.

Now, you've all got your areas.
Get on with it.

Crabtree, a word.

You might want to check

that your medical kit
is up to scratch,

if you know what I'm saying.

It is, sir.
I checked it this morning.

Dr. Grace might want to
check it herself.

She's in the morgue now,
but won't be for long.

Thank you, sir.

George, what a surprise.

I was hoping
I would find you here.

So you're off, then, are you?

Yes. I've been stationed
outside the evacuation zone.

They're setting up
an emergency medical shelter.

And you?

I'll be supervising
the evacuation.

- Do you have your gas mask?
- Yes, of course.

There's plenty.
One for everybody.

Spares to boot.
All top-notch quality.

- How fortunate.
- Yes.

So this is it.

This is it.

[ Smooches ]

Everything is going to be fine,
isn't it?

Everything's going to be fine.

I'd best be off.

I'll... I'll see you
on the other side, Emily.

Mm-hmm.

[ Door opens ]

Your attention, please!

This is an emergency!
Do not panic!

We need everybody to leave
their homes immediately!

[ Footsteps ]

[ Knock on door ]

Hello, William.

Julia.

There's an emergency
medical area

just outside of
the evacuation zone.

They could use your help.

And you intend to remain?

Well, yes.
It's my duty.

Now, you haven't much time.

If you're staying, I'm staying.

We may not be
husband and wife, William,

but I refuse to abandon you.

[ Indistinct shouting,
horse neighing ]

[ Baby crying ]

[ Horse neighs ]

Artie!

- Artie!
- Here we go, sir. Come along.

One foot in front of the other.

Oh, no. No, no!
I can't.

Have you seen my little boy?

- Sir, we have to keep going.
- Artie!

If you stay here, you could
be dead in a couple of hours.

Aw, I survived the rebellion,
I can survive this.

- [ Crying ]
- Artie!

Young man.
Here, come with me.

MURDOCH:
Be sure to do the top.

We can't be too careful.

Ah.

Do you really think
this is going to work?

I don't know.

But someone has to stay back
in case there's a phone call.

[ Doorknob turning ]

Henry.

What are you doing here?

The trace from
your telephone call, sir.

I'm sorry it took so long,
but all the lines were tied up.

I had to go
to the exchange in person.

I'm afraid it won't be
much help anyways, though.

You didn't get an address?

Well, I did, sir,
but it wasn't a residence.

The call came
from a public telephone

at the Junction exchange.

The Junction exchange?

That's right beside
the chemical plant.

- That's it!
- [ Gasps ]

Julia, have a look
at the work order

from the chemical plant

and the ransom note.

Baskerville font.
It's fairly common.

Yes, perhaps.
But look at the lowercase "t."

DR. OGDEN:
There's a distinct flaw.

MURDOCH: Now look
at the word "destroyed."

DR. OGDEN:
The "t" is identical.

That's right.

What are the chances
of two typewriters

having the exact same flaw?

I must say,
my heart is pounding.

Russell Boyes?

Toronto Constabulary!
Open up!

[ Indistinct whining ]

- Do you hear that?
- It sounds like someone crying.

Julia, that's the dog
from the moving picture.

- And he's very much alive.
- Hmm.

Uh...

Sit.

- He's well-trained.
- Very well-trained.

Lie down.

Play dead.

- My God.
- It's a trick.

The whole thing was a trick.

He couldn't hurt a town.
He couldn't even harm the dog!

Then why go through
such an elaborate plan?

I think I know why.

BRACKENREID: Mary Knowles
Is about to get the long drop.

He wants us out of Cabbagetown.

Move along, now.
Let's go. Let's go.

MAN:
Come on, move it, love.

Let's go.

Come on.

Everyone leave! Now!

Put the canister down!
Slowly!

This is your final warning!

[ Women screaming ]

Put this on!

Everyone stop!

Arrest that man.

There is no cloud of doom.

The effect is created
using harmless liquid fog.

This was all an elaborate ruse
to spare your fiancée the noose.

Isn't that right,
Russell Boyes?

They can never keep us apart.

I love you.

It's all right, Russell.

It's all right.

CONSTABLE:
Get in the wagon.

[ Gate buzzes ]

It was clever.
I'll admit that.

You were
a student of chemistry.

You simulated
the effects of gas,

using bleach
to kill the plants.

You suffocated rats in a sack
and scattered them about.

You used pineapple extract
to create the odor,

fooling even an expert
like Dr. Prasad.

I couldn't just do nothing
and let her die.

You turned a city upside-down

to save a woman
who murdered her own father.

It's not that simple.

He did things to her.

That doesn't justify murder.

No, it does not.

But she does regret
what she did,

in spite of
what the press reported.

Not once did she defend
her actions at trial.

How could she?

How could she speak of things
that no one should hear?

And even if she did,
who would believe her?

Mary Knowles
may have suffered unjustly,

but that doesn't excuse
your actions.

Be that as it may,
it was all worth it.

How can you say that?

I had to show her
that I loved her.

She needed to know that.

I owed it to her
to let her know that.

Wouldn't you do the same,
Detective?

So you think she has a case
for a retrial?

A stay of execution
at the very least

while she undergoes
a psychological examination.

If the poor woman
suffered trauma

at the hands of her father,
she should be encouraged

to explain her actions
in that light.

But do you think
she would speak of it?

I don't know.
But we must try.

Would you be willing
to pay a visit

to the law courts with me?

However, time is of the essence,
I'm afraid.

To spare a young woman's life?

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