All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S09E08 - Pipe Dreamzzz [1080p]

There was a time
in China when smoking opium

was a sign of wealth...

Wealth in that it was illegal

and only the affluent
could escape prosecution,

but also because wealth allowed
for a certain leisure

that the smoking of opium
desires.

And it was
these prosperous patrons

who understood opium's value
to artists, philosophers,

and allowing this golden age
of Ch...

Only a little.

Apologies, Emperor.

Enough history.

We are here
to enjoy the present.

So let us retire to the den

and let's imagine those noblemen
and women of China,

resplendent
in their robes of silk.

Let us partake
in their same custom.

My highest quality chandu.
Six drops should suffice.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

Good. Now place the wok
over the flame.

Use the needle to stir.

It will become gummy.

Like this, Emperor?

Yes, precisely. Now roll
the opium gum into a pill.

Place the pill
on the end of the needle

and carefully thread it
through the hole

at the bottom of the bowl.

Ah, you're a natural, my boy.

Now, I need hardly tell you
what to do next.

Ling.
Ah, there you are.

Are we prepared?

This is excellent, Emperor.

So strong.

My body feels it
in every inch.

Sir.
Byron Sutton, 23 years of age.

A student at the university.

Survived only by his father,
I'm told.

Any witnesses to the incident?

All of them, sir.

I've only begun
speaking with them

but apparently they indulge
in this fashion once a week,

this week being no exception.

None of them report
seeing anything unusual.

And who owns this home?

Professor Aldous Lawrence,
Sir,

the man in the smoking jacket.

These are all his students
at the university.

He teaches Oriental studies,

although this
particular group

is not affiliated
with the school.

This is
the Earthen Dragon Society.

And its purpose?

To further appreciate the
mysteries of China, apparently.

In other words, to smoke opium.

Come, my dear.

Sir, the Earthen Dragon
Society has four students...

The unfortunate
deceased Byron Sutton,

Mr. Gregory Cummings,

Susan Trent...

And this is her brother,
Matthew Trent.

May we leave, please?

My sister is... is unwell.

Mr. Trent, what can you tell me
about this evening's events?

Nothing, really.
Nothing of importance.

Everyone smoked opium.

Byron thought
that it was just marvelous.

Did he say anything?

He mentioned something
about it being strong,

that he could feel it all over
his body or some such nonsense.

So, Mr. Trent, your experience
was not the same?

I really should get her home.

I should like to
speak with her first.

She's r-really quite distressed.
Couldn't it wait until tomorrow?

Sir, she is in a state.

I tried to
speak with her earlier.

It was
a fruitless conversation.

- Tomorrow, then.
- Yes, thank you.

If they can leave,
I imagine so can I.

Gregory Cummings, sir.

Did you notice anything unusual
this evening, Mr. Cummings?

No, not at all.

Other than Byron was given
his own vial of opium

and taught to roll
his own pill.

This was unusual?

The pipes are always prepared
by Mrs. Lawrence.

And rolling
is a sacred art form

that none of us
are permitted to attempt.

The Emperor saw fit to
allow Byron, for some reason.

The Emperor?

What we call
Professor Lawrence.

I see.

So no one else smoked the
same opium that Mr. Sutton did?

No, the rest of the pipes
were prepared in the kitchen,

as usual, by Mrs. Lawrence.

Right.

Sir, where is your wife?

Oh, I put her to bed.

Detective, I'm happy
to speak with you further.

Perhaps it could wait
until tomorrow.

You are referred to
as the Emperor?

Yes, I had the hubris
to decorate my den

with a five-clawed dragon.

In ancient China, such a dragon
was reserved for royalty.

Anyone else with one
would be put to death.

Even my students wouldn't dare
to possess a five-clawed dragon.

I see.

I'll need you to provide me
with the vial of opium

from which Mr. Sutton
prepared his pipe.

I couldn't tell you
what killed him.

Constriction in his pupils

suggests he had opiates
in his blood,

but beyond that
I see no outward indicators.

Sir, the opium.

Now, apparently it all comes
from the same batch,

but it was from
this exact container

that Mr. Sutton
filled this exact pipe.

Thank you, George.
Check the pipe for fingermarks.

And I'll take the opium.

Gentlemen,
if you'll excuse me.

So, what do you think, sir?
Death by misadventure?

Then why is he the only one?

What does Dr. Ogden
have to say?

She's still conducting
the postmortem,

but I expect it will be
a case of excessive intake.

It takes a real effort to die
smoking opium, Murdoch.

It's more the stopping it
that will kill you.

I knew plenty of opium fiends
during my time in Afghanistan,

and this little China club seems
more like playacting to me.

I need to
talk to a detective.

Must be Mr. Sutton's father.

My greatest fear
has been realized.

I knew that Professor Lawrence
would lead to my boy's ruin.

The man is a charlatan,
a Svengali,

using opium
to draw a veil of control

over the impressionable young.

You believe that Lawrence
was attempting

to control your son somehow?

Yes.

But the more I protested,

the stronger his hold
over Byron became.

And with Byron's constitution
as frail as it was...

Your son was ill?

He suffered
from bouts of pleurisy, and...

He was always a fragile boy.

He was supposed to
become a doctor

and follow in my footsteps.

Dr. Sutton, perhaps you wish
to continue another time?

I wish only
to see that professor

punished for his crimes.

Crimes?

Not only was he turning Byron
against Occidental medicine,

but that foreign wife of his
was feeding Byron

all manner
of poisonous concoctions.

You believe
your son was poisoned.

Those Asiatic types
show no restraint

in what they'll turn
into miracle cures.

Parts of animals not even
the basest tribes

of Africa would eat.

Herbs so toxic even touching
their leaves would kill you.

Your son's cause of death
is as yet undetermined.

Knowing that professor,
that's what killed him.

Mark my words.

Mr. Sutton died
of respiratory arrest,

not a result of smoking opium.

In fact, there was very little
residue in his lung tissue,

suggesting he smoked
infrequently.

Mr. Sutton's father
said he had pleurisy.

Could that have been a factor?

Miss James?

Pleurisy is an inflammation
of the muscle tissue

surrounding the lungs.

It's painful,
but it's not fatal.

Very good.

I'm surprised
he didn't smoke more.

Opium may have
eased his pain.

It apparently wasn't smoked
for pain relief,

but rather
as a philosophical exercise.

Indeed?
It's an intriguing concept.

The opium Mr. Sutton smoked
was unadulterated,

but we did find traces of herbs
in his stomach.

We have yet to analyze them,
but I suspect the herbs

may have contributed
to his respiratory arrest.

- You believe he was poisoned?
- It's my best guess.

My herbs killed Byron?

No. Impossible.

We'll need to sample
the concoction.

Of course.

It's a simple assembly.

To help his lungs.

Byron was in pain.
My husband worried for him.

Byron was all he cared about.

Perhaps you might divulge
the ingredients?

Well, I may not know
all the English names correct,

but it includes ma huang...
You call it sea grape...

Aconite, peppermint,
and ginseng.

Aconite.
As in wolfsbane?

That's a very dangerous
and very toxic plant.

Yes!
The plant, yes, very dangerous.

Not my preparation of it.

I am trained.

I make the powder myself
with great care.

It is safe
in small quantities.

That's really not necessary.

I am perfectly fine.

I am certain
my herbs are not at fault.

She gave him wolfsbane?
That she herself prepared?

The woman is very brave.

Or very well trained
in her craft.

Wolfsbane would fit,

given that Mr. Sutton
died of respiratory arrest.

As would a number of poisons.

What are the symptoms
of wolfsbane?

Pins and needles, muscle
paralysis, and seizures.

By all accounts, Mr. Sutton
didn't experience seizures

or any other kinds of distress.

So, not wolfsbane.

That would have been too easy.

There are a great number
of poisons to consider.

We need to narrow
our field of search.

How would you propose we begin?

What if we could discern
the method of delivery?

It may
at least help us determine

whether the poison
was slow or fast-acting.

Good.

If the poison was cumulative,

we would have seen damage
to the organs and tissues,

which we did not.

May we assume that the poison
was administered

within a day of his death?

Right, then.

I believe
I've been able to ascertain

all of Mr. Sutton's movements

in the 24 hours
prior to his death.

Starting the evening prior,
he ate at home with his father.

Roast beef.

I've been able to procure
some remnants.

I apologize for the smell.
It's already been disposed of.

We are rather accustomed to
the aroma of decay, Constable.

Yes, of course you are.

Mr. Sutton then slept fitfully.

He had several coughing fits
through the night

which woke his father.

In the morning,
he declined breakfast,

having only tea.

I don't have a sample,
but I did find the teapot.

That should do.

He then attended classes

and lunched
with Professor Lawrence

in the faculty lounge.

He then continued on
to Professor Lawrence's home

and dined
with the other students...

...and they continued
to smoke opium...

...from this pipe.

Thank you, George.
That was rather comprehensive.

It truly is a work of art.

Doctor, if I may.

Besides the roast beef he had
with his father,

which was well before he died,

Mr. Sutton only ate
in large groups.

I would be very surprised if
you find food to be the culprit.

Yet there were
no injection marks on the body.

So if it was poison,
it had to be ingested.

Dr. Ogden, what if
the poison was ingested

through what he smoked?

But you yourself
tested the opium, Rebecca.

You found no impurities.

Not in the opium, no.

But what about this?

It was the pipe, William.

More specifically,
the bowl attached to the pipe.

The opium is placed
inside the bowl,

which is attached to the pipe
by an airtight seal.

The bowl is held over a flame,
and when the smoker inhales,

the opium is vaporized.

I suspect the bowl
was treated with the poison,

which then vaporized
along with the opium.

How did you come
to that conclusion?

Airtight container through which
we re-created the process

of smoking the pipe.

And the noble sacrifice
of a rat.

Miss James
has yet to harden herself

to the realities of lab work.

It's rather ingenious.

And it would also explain
why Mr. Sutton

was the only one affected.

We've yet to isolate
the poison itself,

but my official report
will state

that Byron Sutton was the
unfortunate victim of homicide.

So the question becomes,
who wanted Mr. Sutton dead?

Murdered?

What are you talking about?

We now know that the pipe
that Mr. Sutton smoked

had been poisoned.

His pipe?

No, it was brand-new.

It had never been smoked
before last night.

Byron bought the pipe,
the bowl.

The entire layout
was custom-made in China.

It arrived a few days ago,

and Byron brought it
directly here.

Who had access to the pipe?

I did, of course.
My wife.

Byron, naturally.

Susan was here
with her brother, Matthew.

Gregory is here
almost every day.

I-I can't provide deniability
for anyone.

Even myself.

Is your wife home?

No. Why?

I understand she has
a knowledge of poisons.

As did the rest.

Ling gave them a lecture

on poisons used in Chinese
medicine only two weeks ago.

- Was everyone in attendance?
- Yes.

In fact, I recall Gregory asking
a great number of questions.

Gregory Cummings.

He and Byron
were both interested

in studying Chinese medicine,

though Gregory was by far
the better student.

I suppose it was only natural
for him to be surprised

when I awarded the scholarship
to Byron.

What scholarship?

Wherein a bright student
accompanies me

to further his studies
in China.

If Mr. Cummings
is the better student,

then why award the scholarship
to Mr. Sutton?

Byron and my wife
were friendly,

and she and Gregory
were the opposite.

And it's important
that we all get along

for such a long journey.

I take it Mr. Cummings was
unhappy with your decision?

Very.

Mr. Cummings?

A moment of your time?

Detective Murdoch.
I'm on my way to class.

You seem to be coping with
the passing of a fellow student

quite admirably.

We weren't friends,
Detective,

if that's what you're asking.

Yes, I understand you were
quite upset at losing out

on Professor Lawrence's
scholarship.

Byron was always
the golden student.

A bit of a dolt, really,

but somehow
managed to dazzle everyone,

playing the noble invalid.

I admit to some jealousy.

Though nothing
compared to Susan's.

Susan Trent?

Yes, she and Byron were
sweethearts for quite some time.

She thought
he was going to propose

when he ended their courtship.

She even went so far
as to curse him dead.

When was this?

During one of Mrs. Lawrence's
lectures on poisons.

Rather apropos,
wouldn't you say?

Yes, Detective.

He broke my heart.

I've no doubt you heard that
from vile Gregory.

But I follow the Tao,
the way.

Violence is not in my nature

nor on my path
to enlightenment.

You smoke opium, Miss Trent?

Hm, la fée brune
is a true delight.

A way of seeing
the universe clearly.

Life is dull.
Life on opium is dazzling.

So you understand the workings
of an opium pipe

and would be able
to poison one.

Is that how Byron died?

From his pipe?

How wonderful!

I should like to die from
a breath of the brown fairy.

I hear from Byron
now and again.

- Do you?
- He sent me a message.

"We will meet again
when the time is right."

Oh, bother.

Sir.

Mr. Trent! The detective
is occupied right now.

That, Constable, is my sister.

And this, Mr. Trent,
is a police station.

Now, you are welcome to wait.

Mr. Trent, your sister
has asked for a moment

to gather her strength.

More like her courage.

She knows I'm about to give her
what for...

Staying out all hours,

quoting that ridiculous
Professor Lawrence as gospel.

But you are a disciple

of Professor Lawrence's,
are you not?

I only joined that group
to keep an eye on Susan.

She's changed so much

since she started going
with that Byron Sutton.

He dragged her
to the Emperor's club.

I was certain
there was going to be

more than just Chinese
philosophy, and I was right.

You mean the opium.

We are from
a respectable family.

It's one thing for the Chinese
to engage in such a vice,

quite another for our people.

What do you know
about opium pipes?

Nothing. I've never smoked
the infernal stuff.

You were there

in Professor Lawrence's
opium den.

I don't inhale.

I would never lower myself
to that level of iniquity.

That damned Byron Sutton.
This is all his own fault.

- Matthew.
- Come now, Susan.

We should get you home.

That appears to be
as much as I can salvage.

Then we'll have to be
very selective

with the poisons
we choose to test.

All of these poisons
result in respiratory arrest.

But we know the culprit
is not an inorganic poison

because that would have resulted
in evidence in the body.

The general test for alkaloids
was positive.

Opium is an alkaloid,
which could explain that result.

But given the lack
of other symptoms in the body,

we can assume the poison
is an alkaloid as well.

So we're looking for a plant?

At least to start, yes.

Mr. Sutton died between the time
he lit that pipe

and when he was discovered
one hour later, dead.

Then it's
extremely fast-acting.

He also didn't seize,
so we can eliminate strychnine.

- Hemlock is still an option.
- Belladonna?

His pupils were constricted
rather than dilated.

But don't opiates
constrict pupils?

Yes.

It is possible
that one could mask the other.

Let's leave it on the list.

Not cyanide either.

All in a day's work, Miss James.

Pathology requires patience.

We're out of plants that cause
respiratory paralysis,

and our poisoned opium
residue is almost gone.

Perhaps our alkaloid positive

was a result of the opium
after all.

We haven't considered poisons
from an animal source.

Don't they use animals in
Chinese medicine all the time?

They do, and I know little
of their toxicity.

Perhaps an afternoon excursion
is in order.

Yes, I sell many animal parts,

but not to kill.

I know it's not your intention
to kill anyone.

But you must know of a substance
that could be fatal.

Yes.

Many plants, puffer fish.

Puffer fish?

The flesh is only safe
if removed properly.

What if it isn't removed
properly?

Then you stop breathing.
Almost right away.

Puffer fish.
That could be our poison.

Gregory Cummings was angry
at Byron Sutton

for winning the China trip
over him.

Angry enough to kill over?

Sir, you haven't met
Mr. Cummings.

Susan Trent was heartbroken.

Her brother, Matthew Trent,
blamed the victim

for ruining his sister.

Also a motive.
What about the Chinese wife?

Ling Lawrence
had a knowledge of poisons,

certainly had opportunity,

and she seemed unhappy
that her husband

was showing affection
toward the deceased.

So everyone with the opportunity
to poison Sutton's pipe

also had a motive,
with one notable exception.

Professor Lawrence.

Well, that eliminates
one suspect.

George, were you able
to extract fingermarks

from the pipe itself?

Sir, several, in fact.

Right, then, we'll need to
obtain fingermarks

from all of the suspects.

Perhaps we can place the pipe
in someone else's hands.

Sir.

Inspector. Detective.

Dr. Sutton,
how may we help you?

Am I to conclude

the professor is not a suspect
in your investigation?

We are pursuing all avenues
at the moment.

There is only one avenue.

Professor Lawrence
murdered my boy.

I know it.

I'm afraid your certainty
isn't quite enough, Dr. Sutton.

This letter arrived
for Byron today.

I thought
you might want to see it.

It's written in Chinese.

Sir, I have a translation.

"My dear Golden Dragon.

I fear for your safety.

The Earth Dragon
asks your Water Goat questions.

I cannot answer truthfully,
or our love will be exposed.

Soon we will meet
by the poppy field

and spend all our days
in sweet embrace

among the fragrant blossoms."

And the rest, sir,
is of a rather intimate nature.

That will suffice, George.
Thank you.

Well, then, we can assume

that the Golden Dragon
is Byron Sutton,

given the letter
was addressed to him.

Sir, Mr. Sutton
is a Golden Dragon.

That's his
Chinese astrological sign.

How did you come
to that conclusion?

The translator told me, sir.

I then took all
the other astrological signs

and checked them against
the birth years of our suspects.

Are you are able to identify

other people
mentioned in the letter?

I was, sir.

The Earth Dragon
is Professor Lawrence.

And the letter writer...
The Water Goat?

We have
two Water Goats, sir.

One is Susan Trent.

- And the other?
- Ling Lawrence.

Yes.
This is my letter.

You were having an illicit
affair with Byron Sutton.

Byron and I were in love
for many months.

I persuaded my husband
to give Byron the scholarship.

So you could escape with him
to China.

It was all planned.

We would leave Aldous
in Shanghai

and buy some land
up the Yangtze.

But your husband found out.

It must be so.

My husband killed Byron.

He is dead because of me.

My wife carrying on
with my favorite student.

I feel like such a fool.

You had no inkling that there
was something between them?

Only friendship.

She never wrote
such intimacies to me.

George.

Sir, I can't find anything
connecting him to the crime,

but I've yet to check
this locked cabinet.

Professor, do you have the key
to this cabinet?

Of course.

But you're only going to find
my personal papers.

And what might this be?

Puffer fish?

What is that doing in there?

At the moment,
it's proving your guilt.

Professor Lawrence,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Byron Sutton.

Nary a smudge, sir.

That's unfortunate.

Sir, why would
Professor Lawrence

wipe his fingermarks
off a bottle of poison

only to put it
in his own personal cabinet?

A rather troubling detail.

Why not just put it back
in his wife's medicine cabinet?

I'd very much like
to test the contents.

By all means.

This bottle
doesn't contain tetraodon.

- But it's labeled puffer fish.
- Which it is.

A benign powder
made from the flesh.

Then the tetraodon must have
come from somewhere else.

Or our conclusions
are incorrect.

I'm afraid Miss James and I
were wrong.

The poison
that killed Byron Sutton

was not from the puffer fish.

Was not?
You're quite certain?

Without a doubt.

But we have yet to discover
the true culprit.

Right, then. George, release
Professor Lawrence.

Sir, I will.

Sir, doesn't it seem
rather convenient

that we found exactly
what we were looking for

in Lawrence's cabinet?

I agree, George.

Someone is trying to lay blame
on Professor Lawrence.

But who could have known?

I mean, who could have known

that we were looking
specifically for puffer fish,

of all things?

Right.

All of the suspects

were standing right here
being fingermarked.

Any one of them
could have planted that bottle.

Who would have wanted
Byron Sutton killed

and Professor Lawrence blamed?

I'm sure I have no idea what
you're talking about, Detective.

With Byron Sutton dead

and Professor Lawrence
implicated in his murder,

you would be able to shake your
sister loose of their influence.

Influence is only effective
if it is desired, Detective.

If anything,
since Byron's death

her love of all things Chinese
has only deepened.

She spends all her time
in Chinatown

now that the professor's society
has gone on indefinite hiatus.

A failed plan does not
negate the plan itself.

I wouldn't know puffer fish
powder from talcum powder.

How would I even know
which bottle

was the right one to choose?

It's written on the label.

Yes, in Chinese, Detective,
which I do not speak.

Which that cretin Gregory
has never failed to point out.

Gregory Cummings?

Oh, yes.
Student of the year.

Although his dreams
of that China scholarship

are now as dead as Byron.

You can read and write
Chinese, I presume.

Of course.

I'm also fluent
in Mandarin and Cantonese

and some of
the lesser-known dialects.

Mark my words...
China is the future.

So you admit to knowing
the contents of this bottle.

Of course.
Puffer fish.

Did you have occasion
to visit the professor

after giving us
your fingermarks?

Yes.

To place this bottle
in his private cabinet,

thus blaming him
for the murder of Byron Sutton?

Of course not!

I would never.
I swear.

But Susan might.

She was
with the Emperor yesterday.

I saw her myself.

Miss Trent,
why did you visit.

Professor Lawrence's home
yesterday?

The brown fairy
won't visit me anymore.

Sir, she's been going on
about the brown fairy

since I picked her up.

She brings me messages.

Did you place this bottle
in Professor Lawrence's cabinet?

The Emperor
won't let me see her.

Miss Trent,
did you murder Byron Sutton

and frame Professor Lawrence
for his murder?

Byron and I have a secret.

What's that?

The blossoms will bloom,

and we will meet
in their sweet fragrance.

He will wait for me.

My God.

Sir, she could barely walk.

I essentially
had to carry her here.

And I couldn't get a coherent
word out of her the whole time.

I wonder if we should
call a doctor, sir?

I daresay we should.

Uh, Detective,
you are a Water Pig.

- Did you know that?
- No, George, I did not.

No, sir, a Water Pig has
a keen sense of observation,

is calm, a good negotiator.

Those all sound
quite accurate.

It also says you have a tendency
to indulge in excess of vices

in the way of alcohol,
rich foods,

and expensive luxuries.

I suppose it's not
an exact science.

Oh, Dr. Ogden,
what year were you born?

A rather probing question
to ask a lady, Constable.

Oh, I meant no harm, Doctor.

I'm just reading into
this Chinese astrology.

But I suppose there are some
other more work-related issues

that demand my attention.

Well, Miss Trent isn't suffering
from any psychological malady,

except perhaps mild delusion.

Anything else?

She is intoxicated,
roaringly.

It's the opiates, most likely.

Miss Trent seems to think
that Mr. Sutton

will be waiting for her
amongst the blossoms.

Sounds like a romantic fantasy.

Yes, except there was
a similar such reference

to fragrant blossoms
in the letter

that the professor's wife
wrote to Mr. Sutton.

It could be
the sort of amorous allusion

Mr. Sutton was fond of making
to his lady friends?

Julia, Miss Trent claims

she has heard from Mr. Sutton
since his passing.

Could she be hallucinating?

In my acquaintance
with smoking opium,

hallucinations are not part of
the experience.

And you say the senses
are not dulled?

Rather enhanced.

Instead of a dormant brain,

I feel broadened perspectives,
deeper thoughts,

a heightened sense
that all things are possible.

- Pipe dreams, you mean.
- Hence the term.

Epiphanies are common.

It's a release
of mental inhibition.

Then, the sensation
allows the smoker

to experience
reality differently?

Yes.

And no.
Uh...

Opium when smoked, it's an
almost ethereal experience.

I could no more
describe it to you

than I could describe a rainbow
to a blind man.

I see.

Perhaps I can help you
in a different way.

I can offer you
the opportunity

to experience opium
for yourself,

safely and purely.

Oh, I-I don't think...

Please, I urge you to do
whatever you must

to find Byron's Killer.

It may open your mind

to a path
you had previously not seen.

A scientific experiment?

Well?

I don't know.

I do feel relaxed.

Calm.

Content.

My nose is itchy.

Mine too!

I feel the most delicious
tingling in my body,

like all of my senses
are on fire.

I understand now
how opium awakens an appetite.

I'm not hungry
in the slightest.

Of a more carnal nature.

Julia, we are not alone.

I see no one.

No one but you.

William.

Look at this dragon.

It's as though it could
breathe fire at any moment.

You're seeing the red
of the dragon's mouth

and interpreting it as fire.

William, I'm aware that
I'm looking at a tapestry

and not an actual dragon.

You might find this experience
more beneficial

if you ceased to analyze it
and just embrace it.

Did you know, Julia,
that in ancient China,

only emperors were allowed
to depict five-clawed dragons?

Anyone found in possession
of such things was put to death.

Then I suppose Byron Sutton was
willing to invoke the wrath of.

Of the ancients.

How so?

His pipe has an engraving of
a dragon with five claws on it.

Remarkably,
it's just like this one.

Even my students wouldn't dare
to possess a five-clawed dragon.

Julia.

Byron Sutton didn't custom-order
that opium pipe for himself.

He bought it for
Professor Lawrence, his emperor.

So Byron Sutton wasn't meant
to die that night.

Professor Lawrence was.

We believe the pipe
that killed Mr. Sutton

was meant to be a gift for you.

For me?

Oh, my God.

I thought Byron was just
showing me his new pipe.

He was trying
to give it to me.

Did you not see
the five-clawed dragon depicted?

I didn't even look at it.

I was on my way out.
I barely let him speak.

I insisted that Byron
christen his new pipe

at our next session.

Byron put it away
in the cupboard and...

Who would have done this,
Detective?

I didn't know Byron bought
the pipe for my husband.

He didn't tell me.

Mrs. Lawrence, you must realize
that all of the evidence

points directly to you.

Did you not consider my husband
is lying about the pipe?

He is the one who was
hiding the puffer fish

in his personal cabinet.

The poison
that killed Byron Sutton

was not from the puffer fish.

Of course it was!
Why else would he be hiding it?

He wasn't hiding it.
It was put there. By you.

You saw it written
on my chalkboard.

You hoped your
husband would pay for the crime

and you would be free.

I hoped he would pay, yes,

but because
I thought him guilty.

You must believe me.

If I had poisoned that pipe,

I would never have let Byron
smoke it.

Perhaps we should revisit
our earlier assumptions.

We believed the poison
was an alkaloid

because that was our
only positive test result.

I suppose we could try some
of the plants we didn't test.

I know it seems like
a waste of time,

but it may be worth our while.

I can't believe
you smoked opium.

Ah! Well, all in the name
of science.

I've taken laudanum once,
when I broke my leg.

It eased the pain,

but I didn't care for how dull
it made my mind feel.

That's what's extraordinary.

Opium when smoked is more of
a stimulant than a depressant.

How did it feel?

Well, first I felt a tingling
in my extremities,

and then it spread
to my whole body.

Did you say tingling?
Like pins and needles?

Yes, just like that.

What if what you said
originally was true,

that the opium counteracted
the effects of the poison?

Not counteracted.
Masked.

Here it is...

"Pins and needles,
muscle paralysis,

and sometimes seizures."

What if when Mr. Sutton
felt the pins and needles,

he attributed it to the opium?

Making him unaware
of the warning signs.

It was the very first poison
we considered.

Aconite!

Byron Sutton's killer
was simple wolfsbane.

Do you sell wolfsbane?

- Wolfsbane?
- Aconite.

Ah, Fu Zi!

Much of it, yes.
Very good for pain.

Have you ever sold it
in its raw plant form?

Yes, some.
To Mrs. Lawrence.

Anyone else?

Yes. White man.

Nervous.

He knew the Chinese name,
Fu Zi.

Otherwise, I would not sell it.
Very dangerous.

Do you recall his name?

He was here before.
He paid for a translation.

- I will check my ledger.
- Thank you.

Is Byron here?

Byron Sutton is dead,
Miss Trent.

No.
He sent me a message.

The brown fairy
read it to me.

We will meet
in the poppy fields,

the blossoms so fragrant.

The Earth Dragon
might want to keep us apart,

but I am his Water Goat
and he is my Golden Dragon.

Soon we will meet
by the poppy field

and spend all our days
in sweet embrace

among the fragrant blossoms.

This letter arrived
for Byron today.

I thought
you might want to see it.

A package arrived
to your home from China.

Your son must have told you
that it contained a gift

for Professor Lawrence.

He spent his money...
Our family's money...

On an opium pipe
for that man.

You poisoned the bowl
of the opium pipe.

You couldn't have known

that Professor Lawrence
would refuse the gift

and that your son Byron
would be the first to smoke it.

So you brought us the letter

detailing your son's affair
with Mrs. Lawrence.

You knew it would point us
to the professor.

Professor Lawrence
killed my son...

With his dragons and opium

and that Chinese siren
of a wife.

I'm afraid that isn't true,
Dr. Sutton.

My Byron was under a spell.

I had to break that spell.

I had no choice.

He was gonna leave me.

You killed your own son.

You foolish man.

That professor is to blame.

He's the one
you should put behind bars.

Do you hear me, man?
It was Lawrence.

He was supposed to smoke
that damn pipe.

Dr. Sutton, you are under arrest
for the murder of Byron Sutton.

It was Lawrence.

It was his fault.
It's not mine.

Not mine.

Despite the darker side
of opium,

I'll admit I enjoyed
our little experiment.

Yes. Not one
that I would care to repeat.

No? Not even the sensation
it invoked?

I prefer not to alter
my reality.

And why is that?

Because nothing could
make my reality

any better than it already is.