All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E05 - 24 Hours Til Doomsday [1080p]

I'm merely stating that,

given that the film is
based on a Jules Verne novel,

they could pay
at least cursory attention

to scientific plausibility.

I believe it's meant
for children, William.

Precisely.

You wouldn't want them
to go through life

with a distorted understanding
of physics.

So it's not possible to reach
the moon by way of cannon?

Even if enough force
could be summoned,

the acceleration
would crush you.

I can't even begin to discuss
the gravitational issues.

I thought you said
you loved this book as a child.

Well, I know better now.

You're right.

We're being followed.

- But don't look now.
- How do you know?

He's been following us
since the theater.

How many turns have we taken
since leaving the theater?

Four.

Well, assuming three degrees
of freedom at every turn...

Three to the power of four.

- 81.
- 81.

One person in 81
would take this route.

Yes, but not all routes
are equal.

The odds of two parties
taking this exact route are...

It's impossible to calculate.

- Well, not impossible.
- Come this way.

There you have it.

He didn't even look
in our direction.

I find that curious.

He was being a gentleman.

He assumed two lovers
stealing into the shadows.

I think
you should take me home.

William!

Who are you?

You've been following us.
I demand to know why.

Get in, please.

Not without an explanation.

One will be forthcoming.
They only want you.

Where he goes, I go.

As you wish.

Ah, Detective Murdoch.

Terrence Meyers.

I might have known
you'd be behind this.

William.

Prime Minister.

Detective Murdoch, I apologize
for the way you were summoned.

Circumstances require it.

Allow me to introduce
my wife, Dr. Julia Ogden.

I'm pleased to meet you,
Doctor.

It's an honor.

I'm afraid what we have to say
is not for the citizenry.

I know this woman, sir.
I believe she can be trusted.

Very well.

A crisis has arisen,
Detective.

We have less than 20 hours.

20 hours to what?

To save Canada.

"Project D has been activated.

Unless payment of $4 million
is made by 6:00 p.m. tomorrow,

New York will burn."

He goes on
to provide instructions

on how payment is to be made.

- You received this...
- Four hours ago.

- What is Project D?
- Project D doesn't exist.

Not officially, anyway.

It was an idea, tabled at a
cabinet meeting two years ago

by then Defence Minister
William Fergus.

- What does "D" stand for?
- Defense.

Although "doomsday"
may be more appropriate.

This project
called for a policy

of guaranteed
reciprocal annihilation.

A series of enormous guns
arrayed along the border,

capable of delivering
an explosive device

up to 400 miles.

So if one country starts a war,

both are
mutually assured destruction?

After this meeting,
a decision was made

to move Mr. Fergus
to a safer ministry.

Industrial development.

He was supposed to
oversee construction

of a federal shipping yard.

We assumed everything
was going according to plan.

Until certain irregularities
came to our attention.

Irregularities?

Of a nature
that suggested Project D,

in fact, was being built.

Unfortunately, by the time
we started an investigation,

most of the pertinent documents
had been removed.

- And the minister himself?
- He's disappeared.

We followed him here to Toronto,
but he's now eluded us.

And you believe this minister
to be behind this extortion?

That's what we're hoping
you can determine.

Meyers, you know
how to reach me.

Sir.

Right, our first priority

is to find the minister
and talk to him.

Do you have a photograph
of this Fergus fellow?

And where does he usually stay
when he's in town?

Queen's Hotel.
But he hasn't checked in yet.

What are his habits?

If he's in hiding,
he'll change where he stays

but not how he travels
or the food he likes to eat.

He likes to travel by coach,
as I understand.

And he likes his steaks bloody.
Or so I'm told.

I've never actually broken bread
with the man.

We'll see that
the local hotels are apprised.

- And steakhouses.
- And steakhouses.

Murdoch, the future of Canada
is in peril.

We have less than 20 hours.

I don't believe time
to be an issue.

The trajectory
of a projectile

is a function
of three variables...

Distance, velocity, and angle.

Assuming the angle
for maximum range,

we arrive at a muzzle velocity
of 7,000 feet per second.

All of this in a vacuum,
of course.

Your point?

No explosive force known to man
could propel a large missile

anywhere near that speed.

So it's impossible.

With today's technology, yes.

- A hoax, then?
- Well, that's a relief, then.

So who's behind this?
The minister, I assume.

Well, he initiated Project D,
brought it to your attention.

- What did he hope to gain?
- Aside from $4 million?

- Follow the money.
- Well, I say we call his bluff.

Unless someone else
is responsible for this.

Such as”?

This letter was mailed from
Toronto in the afternoon post.

Who else is here in town
that knows about Project D?

Myself,
the prime minister,

and the deputy minister,
Lester Mogg.

I was signing off
on the purchase invoices

for the shipyards when
I found these items included.

Four-foot barrel sections?

Made of high-temperature steel.

50 barrels of liquid hydrogen.

Not exactly
the kind of materials

one would need
to build a shipyard.

So you figured Minister Fergus
was up to something?

These items were being diverted
to a warehouse in Oakville.

We investigated that
warehouse. We found it empty.

All the items
had already been removed.

Mr. Mogg, I'm going to need
the details of every meeting.

Minister Fergus has had since
he began at that ministry...

Every person he met with,
what was discussed.

What's going on here, Murdoch?

Liquid hydrogen
isn't an explosive.

It's a propellant.

Project D isn't a projectile,
it's a rocket.

The difference being?

A projectile, um...
A bullet or cannonball...

Expends its energy
before leaving the barrel.

A rocket takes its energy
along with it,

accelerating even after
it leaves the barrel.

Now, a properly directed,
constantly accelerated mass

could achieve the range
necessary to reach New York.

Crikey.

So this thing could be real
after all.

- How much time do we have?
- 16 hours.

- What have you, George?
- A spot of luck, actually, sir.

The maitre d'
at House of Beef

remembers serving
Minister Fergus.

- Steak and mash, apparently.
- And after that?

Dessert, I would assume, sir.
Something sweet.

I'm not talking about
the dessert, Crabtree.

Eventually, sir,
he hired a hansom cab.

It took him
to the King's Hotel.

Is that where he was staying?

Well, that's just it. He's not
listed as a guest there.

He may have been using
a false name.

- Good work, George.
- There's more, sir.

According to ministry records,

Minister Fergus
on several occasions

met with a Dr. Janice Kemps,

but no minutes
were ever recorded.

Have you attempted
to contact her?

The medical college has
no record of a Janice Kemps,

but I did find an address
for a Dr. Kemps

at 2002 Trafalgar Road.

Oakville.

Dr. Kemps?

Dr. Janice Kemps?

Dr. Kemps.

This is
private property.

You must leave.

Detective Murdoch.
I need to speak with you.

Dr. Kemps is not here.
My name is Svetlana.

When will she be returning?

- Soon.
- Soon?

This is a matter
of some urgency.

He returns presently.

He?
Janice Kemps is a man?

What is that?

Is that a... a bird?

Some kind of airplane?

Oh, you are wrong.
It's a man.

An extraordinary man.

What in the world?

Dr. Janice Kemps.

It's an anagram.
For James Pendrick.

Hello, old friend.

Do you see any flecks
or bright flashes?

Just the glint from your eyes.

Do not joke.
You were above 30,000 feet.

The pressure suit worked.

Excuse me.
Y-You were at 30,000 feet?

I was in the stratosphere,
Murdoch,

where the sky above me
was dark.

How?

Hydrogen balloon

made of a special rubberized
fabric I found in Japan.

Why?

Why?

May as well ask
why we take our next breath.

Let me rephrase the question.

What has this to do
with Project D?

Project D?

Minister Fergus'
special project.

My work for the minister
is top secret, Murdoch.

I can't discuss it
without explicit authority.

Mr. Pendrick, I've been charged
with finding a weapon,

made of materials I believe
to have been shipped

to this address.

Detective Murdoch,

I would have thought that you
knew me better than to think

that I, James Pendrick, would
ever build a weapon of any kind.

Sections of
high-temperature steel

four feet in diameter,

intended for the barrel of a gun
aimed at New York,

capable of firing a rocket
carrying explosives.

Well, there is a rocket.

But it's not aimed
at New York.

It certainly isn't intended
to carry an explosive.

What's it intended
to carry, then?

- Me.
- You?

The intent of my invention

is the exact opposite
of war, Murdoch.

I seek nothing less
than to be an ambassador

to a world beyond our own.

The moon, Murdoch.

I intend to go to the moon.

- That'll be all, squire.
- Sir?

I've shown the photograph
to everybody.

The concierge says he knows
Minister Fergus personally.

He swore
he would have remembered him.

All right, track down the
cabbies and the shoe-shine boys

who serve this hotel.

See if anyone remembers
what happened to the minister

after he was dropped off
last night.

Sir.

Why would someone
take a cab to a hotel

and then not go inside?

Perhaps they were trying
to throw us off the scent.

Or they arranged to meet
someone outside the hotel.

Whatever for?

Some meetings
are meant to be pri...

...vate.

Minister Fergus?

Yep.

As you can see, the rocket
is intended to carry a man,

not explosives.

Where is this rocket now?

70 meters below our feet.

When it is fired,

it will accelerate
through the launch tube

at three times
the force of gravity.

Your body will weigh
three times as much.

I've tested myself.
I can handle it.

We will continue
to accelerate

until we're outside
the atmosphere,

where we'll carry momentum
into orbit over the North Pole,

over Siberia, Mongolia.

And when we reach
the South China Sea,

the rocket will begin
to descend,

at which point I will
open the door to the rocket,

and wearing my gliding suit,
fly back to earth,

landing on the isle of Borneo.

Borneo?

And how long
will this all take?

From takeoff to landing,
2 hours, 45 minutes.

That's a rather long time
in such an enclosed space.

It is, and I must confess

to suffering
from bouts of claustrophobia.

And that's why we placed
the launch control

inside the rocket itself.

If I'm going to launch myself
into orbit

in a tin can
the size of a coffin,

I very much
want to choose the moment.

Well, I-I am very impressed.

Of course you are.

But I didn't do it alone,
Murdoch.

Here. This.

"The Exploration of Cosmic Space
by Means of Reaction Devices"

by Konstantin Tsiolkovsky.

It outlines the means by which
man can travel to the planets.

I had to travel to Russia
just to meet the man.

And ended up
with his brilliant daughter.

My brilliance is like moon
next to your sun.

We made a proposal

to the minister
of industrial development.

Canada could lead the world
in space exploration.

Imagine a Canadian flag
planted on the moon.

He agreed to fund our project.

With the proviso
that it be kept top secret.

Hence Dr. Janice Kemps.

James,
Minister Fergus has no interest

in going to the moon.

He intends to use
all of this technology

to make a weapon capable
of reaching New York City.

Impossible.

Svetlana, the experiments.

What experiments?

Minister Fergus insisted that
we conduct careful experiments

to determine
the range of the rocket.

We became very exact,

aiming for and sinking
a rocket into Lake Abitibi,

350 miles away.

The exact distance
to New York City.

Murdoch, I've been blind.

- Oh, my love...
- No, I should have known.

I have too much faith
in humanity.

He'll tell you.
It's my fatal flaw.

I will do anything I can
to help you.

It appears he was garroted.

There's no blood loss that
I can see, no visible wounds.

Was he killed here, Doctor?

I'll know more
when I do the postmortem.

Miss James?

I may need your assistance.
Are you able to take dictation?

I can try.

Gentlemen, prepare the corpse.

James Pendrick
is behind all this?

He didn't send the note.
And there is no weapon.

Well, what about
the barrel sections

and the rocket fuel?

Yes, there is a rocket,
but it's pointed north.

So we've done all this
running around for nothing.

Well, sir, someone is still
trying to extort millions

from the government.

And a federal minister
has been murdered.

Best not forget that.

Julia.
What have you?

Given the temperature
and the state of rigor,

Minister Fergus was killed

between 9:00 and 10:00
last night.

And I've yet to examine
the rest of the contents,

but I found this
in his stomach.

59.

It's a locker key
from Union Station.

If he took the trouble
to swallow that key,

it behooves us to find out
what it opens.

Agreed?

Sirs?

A shoe-shine boy
claims he saw the minister

step into a carriage outside
the King's Hotel last night.

- What time was this?
- About 9:00.

That's about the time
he was dropped off.

And guess who's renting a room
at the King's Hotel.

Just tell us, Crabtree.

Well, have a guess.

Lester Mogg.

Deputy minister.

Minister Fergus
arranged to meet.

Why did you not tell us?

He never showed up.

And you didn't
think that pertinent?

What was the meeting about?

I was hoping to convince him
to turn himself in.

Or perhaps you lured him to
the hotel so you could kill him.

Why would I kill him?

He was our only suspect.

Kill him, and no suspicion
would fall on you.

You think I'm behind all this?

You knew about Project D.

You gave us
just enough information

to believe the weapon
had been built.

And you killed the minister to
keep us from learning the truth.

I didn't.

Sir, I've been to locker 59
at Union Station.

Look at this.

Is this Pendrick's rocket?

Yes. The same.

But this one
is aimed at 122 degrees.

Southeast.

What lies at that bearing?

New York City.

Mr. Ambassador.

Prime Minister.

Detective Murdoch.

Terrence.

To what do I owe
such esteemed company?

Please, sit.

Alan Clegg is the ambassador?

Can I offer you
some Necco wafers?

Straight from my hometown.

Thank you, no.

I'm afraid this isn't
a social visit, Ambassador.

In less than five hours,
unless we can locate it first,

a missile will be fired from
Canadian soil towards America.

A missile?

What kind?

A rogue minister
has built a missile

capable of reaching
New York City.

Purely for defensive purposes.

But now someone
has killed the minister

and is threatening
to fire said rocket.

What will it be carrying?

Approximately 200 pounds
of TNT.

We're telling you now so that
arrangements can be made

on the ground
to minimize loss of life.

I can say without rancor

that while America appreciates
your candor,

if this rocket is fired
and lives are lost,

a state of war will exist

between the United States
and Canada.

What are our options,
gentlemen?

- We pay the ransom.
- That is not an option.

I understand, sir.

A $4 million hole wouldn't
escape public scrutiny.

Are you suggesting I would
choose destruction of my country

over my career?

No.
No, not at... not at all, sir.

I regret if you inferred
that I was inferring that...

Enough.

You're a good spy, Meyers,

but your skills as a toady
are sadly lacking.

I won't bankrupt this country
in order to save it.

$4 million would hardly
bankrupt the country, sir.

And what about the next payment?
And the payment after that?

Until we find this rocket,

the millions will flow
like water down a drain.

Prime Minister, if I may?

The schematics
of this second rocket

show it launching
from an angle of 122.4 degrees.

So, southeast.

Assuming that the intended
target is Lower Manhattan,

I can trace back
along this bearing

to where the rocket
is being launched from.

But it could be anywhere along
this line?

Yes, sir.

That's why I would need
to calculate

the expected range
of the rocket.

Can you make
such a calculation?

No.

Well, yes, yes,

but I would have to return
to Mr. Pendrick's facility.

Well, then do so.
With all haste!

Gentlemen.

Sir.

Sorry if I'm interrupting.

It's quite all right, Julia.
What is it?

Someone's interfered
with morgue evidence.

Pertaining to which case?

The latest, I'm afraid.
Minister Fergus.

I always place the jar with
the label directly facing front.

And this is?

Mr. Fergus' stomach contents.

And when you returned?

The label
was skewed to the right.

What are these?

I've yet to do my analysis.

No spy worth his name would
leave such an obvious indicator.

He wanted us to find this.

You think this was the work
of a spy?

Of course.
Likely one of our own.

He lacked sufficient time
to alter the contents,

so he chose instead
to adulterate them,

leaving a suspicion
of said alteration.

Unless, of course,
he anticipated

we would make that assumption.

Was there any sign
of a break-in?

No.

Was there anyone else
in the morgue when you left?

The morgue attendant,
possibly.

Bring him to me.

I'd like to
interview him personally.

This is exactly the same rocket
as the one we built.

I was hoping to determine
its range from these diagrams.

Oh, if we know exact mass,

we can solve for distance
using my father's equation.

Well, the plan calls
for 200 pounds of TNT.

I don't know the tare weight
of the rocket.

I do. This should take
just few minutes.

We're gonna have to
scale this down.

We are here.

- Mississauga Road?
- Just east of here. What of it?

The carbon sheet
must have been folded,

preventing the rest of
the word from printing through.

"289 Miss."

You think this could be
"Mississauga Road"?

That's all we have.

He had nothing to do
with this.

He's worked with me
for years.

He won't talk.

I may need to apply
more strenuous methods.

I thought
the Canadian government

foreswore the use of torture.

Technically, I'm not part of
the Canadian government, Doctor.

Just calm down.

Who else
has a key to the morgue?

The other morgue attendants,
but they'd already...

Doctor?

Excuse me, gentlemen.
I need to test a theory.

Based on assumed mass,

I've calculated distance
of 349 miles.

349 miles.

Mississauga Road.

It looks like your suspicions
were correct.

Shall we?

There's nothing here.

Could we have missed it?

The specifications call for
a launch muzzle

and a control room
at a bearing of 122.4 degrees.

We've passed nothing like that.

Unless Miss Tsiolkovsky's
calculations were wrong.

Have a look at this.

Svetlana's calculations.

She used the distance
to calculate for the mass,

instead of the mass
to calculate the distance.

But how would she know
the distance?

We spoke about
Mississauga Road.

You think she deliberately
misled us to that location.

How do I keep doing this?

How can I,
a man of reason and intellect,

possess such terrible judgment
in those I trust,

in those I give my heart to?

We need to redo
the calculation.

Yes, of course.
Forgive me my self-pity.

Let's get to work.

My landlady said
you asked to see me?

Miss James, did you go
into the evidence locker

earlier today while I was out?

Yes, I did.

Did you remove
any of the evidence?

Yes.

But just enough
to conduct my experiment.

I was gonna bring it back.

Back?

After you'd adulterated it
with your experiment?

Miss James,
we've wasted an hour

chasing imaginary spies
because of you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

But I won't have someone working
for me that I can't trust.

I won't file a complaint,
but...

...I must ask you
to hand in your key.

What figure
did you arrive at?

- 315 miles.
- So did I.

Niagara-on-the-Lake.

Look.
It wasn't Mississauga Road.

Mississauga Street.

We have to notify
the Niagara Constabulary.

They won't be able to stop the
missile. Only I can do that.

We can't get there on time.

She cut the phone line.

Of course she has.

That won't impede us, Murdoch.
That only limits our options.

- What options?
- Look at the wind gauge.

- 35 miles per hour.
- From the north!

I have an extra gliding suit,
Murdoch.

What was she doing rifling
through the evidence locker?

I believe
she was trying to help.

That's her story.

She's not a spy.

Of course she isn't.

But she could well be
working for one.

She's just a young woman
who showed poor judgment.

So you're telling us the best
lead we had is now a dead end?

I'm afraid so.

I guess it's all
up to Murdoch now.

Sir, that was
Oakville Constabulary.

Pendrick's facility's
been emptied out.

The telephone line's been cut.

I was afraid of this.

What?

Clearly, whoever's behind this

has cut off the lines
of communication

and neutralized them.

Neutralized?

Killed.

It's a shame, really.
They were both good men.

However, gentlemen,
the fate of the nation.

Is now our prime concern,
and if Murdoch is dead,

then our last option
has expired.

We must inform
the prime minister.

Bloody hell, Murdoch,
where are you?

Both dead?

Most likely, sir.

Sir, whoever is behind this
is clearly ruthless.

If they were willing
to kill a Crown minister,

they wouldn't hesitate to
kill men of lesser importance.

So there's only one course
of action remaining.

I'm afraid so.

I won't pretend
I'm not disappointed.

Should have acted more quickly
when it first came to light.

That was my error.

How is payment to be made?

$4 million in Dominion bonds
are to be placed in a briefcase

and left outside
Crawford's pawnshop.

Right. Get to it.

We have
less than half an hour.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Are you all right, Murdoch?
We parachuted late.

I flew!

I actually flew!

Yes.

- It's quite something, isn't it?
- Yes!

The launch tube and control room
are over there.

I flew.

Svetlana!

They've scuttled
the launch controls.

- Help me!
- Svetlana.

James, you must help me.

Svetlana, where are you?

I'm in the barn. I've been
strapped to the launch tube.

My God.

The missile's about to fire.

A man will pick up
this suitcase,

and he will leave with it.

He's not to be arrested
or detained in any way.

Is that understood?

- Yes, sir.
- Sir...

We're not letting him
get away with it, Crabtree.

We're letting him think
he's getting away with it.

He gets on a streetcar,

I want two constables
sitting three rows behind.

If he changes streetcars,
one of you is to follow

and the other one
is to arrange a replacement.

You all know
where the call boxes are.

Sir, what if he goes on foot?

Then it's the old
follow-and-switch.

We do our jobs right,
he won't even know.

Let's get to it.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Svetlana!

James! James!

Oh, how did you find me?

Who are you working for,
Miss Tsiolkovsky?

No, it's not what you think.

You don't want to know
what I'm thinking.

I don't know his name.
He's from the government.

He told me we would split
$4 million.

He told me the rocket
would never have to fire.

- Why?
- I did it for you, my love.

Me?

You are the greatest man
I've ever known.

What you could do
with $2 million.

Forget the moon...

You could bring to mankind
all the benefits of science.

A brave new world would be yours
to create.

Not like this, Svetlana.
Never like this.

We only have eight minutes
to stop it.

No, there's no stopping it.

The clock
is in the cone of the rocket.

Once it's set,
there's no turning it off.

What about the override?

No, the override
has been destroyed.

Murdoch, I have to
get to that cone.

How?

There's only one way.
Down the barrel.

How far down is it?

70 meters.
I'll have to slide.

Oh, dear.

- Oh, dear.
- What is it?

He suffers from fear
of enclosed spaces.

It's okay!
I'll... I'll get over it.

Just... I need a moment.

We don't have a moment,
Mr. Pendrick.

Damn it, Murdoch.
I'll talk you through it.

Use the walls
to brace yourself!

I can't get it off!

It's a right-handed thread!

So...

Lester Mogg.

Which wire?

- Which wire?
- Red.

No, blue.
No! Red.

Pick one!

Pick one?!

Pick the other one!

He's done it.
He's done it.

Murdoch!
Murdoch, you did it!

Contact
Station House Number Four!

Thank you.

Brass bollocks on this one.

- What?
- Huh?

It's like he's daring us
to make a move.

Exactly.

Sir, we've just been in touch
with Pendrick.

Detective Murdoch's
disabled the rocket.

Has he, now?

Would you like
the honors, Terrence?

You're very kind, Thomas.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

As many times as it takes
to convince me.

I received a telephone call.
I don't know who it was.

Didn't recognize the voice.

He told me I would find the
minister's papers in a briefcase

outside of
Crawford's pawnshop.

I was trying to help.

Murdoch!
Bloody good work.

Likewise, sir. I understand
we have a suspect in custody.

All we did
was slap the cuffs on him.

You climbed down the barrel
of a bloody cannon

just as
it was about to be fired.

And you flew, no less!

Oh, it was more akin
to plummeting, really.

Doctor, you would not believe
what your hu...

Julia!
What have you?

Miss James has identified
the mysterious remnants

I found
in the minister's stomach.

Miss James?

That's why
she removed the evidence.

- She was testing a theory.
- What theory?

They're Necco wafers.

Only sold in the Boston area.

Gentlemen.

Murdoch, if you will?

We found these in the stomach
contents of Minister Fergus.

Necco wafers.
From the Boston area, I believe.

That only proves
that Minister Fergus was here.

I never suggested otherwise.

We also believe these carpet
fibers will match your carpet.

I'm sure they'll match those
of many carpets.

Honestly, gentlemen,
if you're trying...

Would you bring her in, please?

Is this, um...

Yes, this is the man
of whom I spoke.

He promised me the money.

So...

What is it exactly about
our humble little country

that you want so badly?

Have you heard
of Svante Arrhenius?

The Swedish scientist who
predicted that carbon dioxide

emitted from coal burning
would warm global temperatures

by eight degrees
by the end of the century.

In a hundred years,

when America is nothing
but a boundless desert,

Canada will have
the ideal climate.

How could I not do everything
I could to save my country?

By bombing your own people?

It was aimed
at the Irish sector.

Alan Clegg,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Minister Fergus.

You seem to have forgotten
I have diplomatic immunity.

Our prime minister
had a little chat

with your president earlier.

Immunity's been waived.

And I'm going to see
that you hang.

Let's be having you.

Easy!

Miss James, I appreciate
your initiative,

but why didn't you
simply tell me?

We could have
tested your theory together.

I didn't think
it was my place.

I'm just a cleaner, after all.

Well, I think we both know
that's not true.

You have medical knowledge.
How?

I spent a year at the New York
Medical College for Women.

Why didn't you finish?

My patron died.

His son was less inclined
to support my schooling.

Well, Miss James, I can't
hire you back as a cleaner.

I understand.

But if I had an assistant...

...who I could rely on...

I haven't spoken to the city,

so I don't know what I could
offer you in terms of a salary,

but if you are interested...

Yes. Yes.

Will she hang?

Oh, of course not.

But she'll probably have to
spend some time in jail.

I'll wait for her.

Whatever she did,
she did it for me.

Perhaps I'm not such a bad judge
of character after all.

Must be Meyers.

He's in the launch room.

I don't like him
snooping around in there.

I can't believe they're
going to destroy all this.

The Americans
are insisting on it.

Not before I'm done with it.

I'm gonna launch myself
into orbit, Murdoch. Tonight.

Are you serious?

I've already
prepared the system.

All I have to do
is get inside the rocket

and press the go switch.

In six hours, I will be
the first man in space.

What?!

- What is it?
- He's inside the rocket!

What?!

What the devil is he doing?

Hey!

Hey!

No.
He couldn't have!

For the love of God!

Help me!

"-No!
Eyers! Meyers!

Damn.

Indeed.

- William?
- Mm-hmm?

Had an interesting conversation
with the inspector today.

You did?

Indeed.

You defused a bomb
that could have caused a war?

I did.

A bomb affixed to a rocket?

Uh, yes.

So a hero again.

He told me something else
as well.

Well, the inspector
certainly was talkative today.

You rode in a balloon
and jumped out of it

in some kind of suit?

Mr. Pendrick assured me
that it was safe.

And flew?

William Henry Murdoch,

if you ever do something
like that ever again,

you had
better take me with you.