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[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Whistle blowing ]

MURDOCH:
New automobile, bespoke suit.

Our victim was a man of means,
Julia.

So what was he doing
in this part of town?

I don't know.
How long has he been dead?

Well, rigor has passed,
so more than a day, I'd hazard.

And the vomit on his jacket
is quite dry.

William, there's intradermal
bruising on his right temple.

As though he was leaning heavily
on it before he died.

The right temple?

That seems odd, given that
he's in the driver's seat.

Julia, I don't think our victim
came here voluntarily.

I believe someone
may have driven him here.

Moved his body
into the driver's seat.

He died 36 to 48 hours ago,
perhaps longer.

The vehicle was registered
to an Edward Mclnnes,

the owner of Mclnnes Biscuits.

His wife reported him missing
two days ago.

Do we have a cause of death yet?

We're going to test for poisons.

Miss James is bottling
Mr. McInnes in readiness.

Oh, I see.

Don't worry, Detective.

We will try to put everything
back in the right place.

I'm sure his wife
will appreciate that.

I'll wager you're eager
to get started.

I won't keep you ladies.
Good day.

Did I upset the detective?

Not at all.

He never did get the hang
of morgue humor.

You, on the other hand,
are a quick study.

What do we have here?

A young woman.

Fished out of the river
early this morning.

REBECCA:
Oh, no.

- What is it, Miss James?
- No, it can't be.

You know her.

It's Sarah.
Sarah Franklin.

She's at the Medical College
two years above me.

DR. OGDEN:
I'm so sorry.

Dear God.
How could this happen?

Are you sure, Doctor?

I can't find any evidence
of wrongdoing.

I'm going to record a death
by drowning,

but I believe Miss Franklin
took her own life.

That's not possible.

I realize it's not
what you want to hear,

but it is consistent
with the police report.

Her shawl was folded nearby.
There were stones in her pocket.

The railing on the footbridge
wasn't broken.

It seems she climbed over and
threw herself into the water.

Or she was thrown over.

There was no evidence
of a struggle.

But Sarah had no reason
to take her own life, Dr. Ogden.

She was about to graduate.

She just received
a research scholarship.

She was so excited
about her future.

There was no water
in her stomach.

How can you explain that?

It could have been forced into
the intestines by peristalsis,

especially if she had an empty
stomach and drowned slowly.

Miss James, this must be
a terrible shock.

I'm so sorry.

Yes, my husband was wearing this
suit when he left the house.

Tuesday evening?

It was the last time I saw him.

Had your husband encountered
any problems of late,

- at work, perhaps?
- No.

Edward was an astute businessman
and very well-liked.

He was never anything
but a good provider.

Mrs. Mclnnes, if I may ask...

Edward and I were betrothed
at a very young age.

We raised our children
in a Christian household.

We were always courteous
to one another,

but our marriage
was no love match.

I see.

Some years ago,
Edward took his first mistress,

something I accepted.

It seemed easier

than being required to be a wife
in that regard.

Does that answer your question?

Thank you for your candor.

Do you recall anything unusual
prior to his disappearance?

Not that I remember.

Though a woman did call
at the house

the same day
I reported Edward missing.

She was anxious to speak to him.

- Who was she?
- I don't know.

She was distraught but not
enough to leave her name.

Thank you, Mrs. McInnes.

If there's anything else,
I will contact you.

Should you wish to speak to
my husband's current mistress,

her name is Lucy Stone.

I believe he had installed her
in a flat

above a milliners
on Yonge Street.

So his wife knows where I live.

She does.

I bet she didn't shed a tear
over Edward being dead.

It seems they had an agreement.

Yes.

It was something
his wife arranged.

But that's all in the past now.

Poor Eddie.

When did your relationship
begin?

Nearly two years ago.

And we were happy, too,

no matter what his wife
might tell you.

We saw each other
as much as we could,

what with his responsibilities.

Did you see him
the night of his death?

No.

Why was that?

Truth be told, Detective,

he stopped visiting
three months ago.

Did he give you a reason?

He found another girl,
I suppose.

Still, he was honorable enough
to keep paying my rent

and sending me
a little something.

I know I won't be much welcome
at his funeral,

but I would very much like
to see him one more time.

I can arrange that, Miss Stone.

Thank you.

I just can't accept
that Sarah would kill herself.

We opened her up, and there was
no water in her stomach.

I don't understand
how you can drown

and have no water
in your stomach.

Any wrongdoing, and your doctor
would've figured that out.

You say she's sharp.

She is,
but maybe she made a mistake.

[ Sighs ]

I still can't fathom this,
Becca.

Cutting open dead people.

I just took out a man's liver
and put it in a bottle.

Then I did his kidney
and his spleen.

How's that for a morning's work?

Disgusting.

I've got used to it.
I just see body bits now.

- We all have them.
- We do.

And they don't belong in jars.
That's plain unholy.

I don't know.
Maybe your friend...

Sarah.

Could be she had things going on
she didn't talk about.

Things she took to the grave.

Why not let her rest in peace,
Becca?

You're wrong, but I don't
have time to argue with you.

I have to get to the school.

Well, argue with me
at the church social.

- You are coming, aren't you?
- Yes.

I got roped into borrowing
chairs from the school for it.

Well, I'll get a wagon,
give you a hand.

You will?

Come on, Becca,
that was your plan all along.

Well, yes, it was.

Make sure you don't
crash up that thing.

Don't worry.
I won't.

[ Sighs ]

HEMPEL: For centuries,
we have lived in darkness.

But no more.

We are throwing off the cloak
of ignorance, ladies.

A year ago,
microbiologist Dr. David Bruce

found parasites in the blood of
a European man suffering from,

of all things,
African sleeping sickness.

Formal name, anyone?

Yes, Miss Roy.

African trypanosomiasis.

HEMPEL.:
Thank you.

Now, those same parasites

had been previously found
in trout and frogs.

Were they the cause
of the man's malady,

or, if so, how had they
been transmitted to the victim?

Miss Baxter?

Via Glossina morsitans.

HEMPEL:
Ah, yes, indeed.

The fancy Latin term
for the ubiquitous tsetse fly.

So now we have the cause,
the specific microbe.

The search for a treatment
begins.

It's a thrilling time
to be in medicine.

Cures will be found
and deadly diseases eradicated

in your lifetime, ladies.

Though in the meantime,

I suggest you stay away
from the tsetse fly.

Professor Hempel,
our final exam results?

I believe they will
be posted tomorrow.

Now, good day.

ANNE:
Drowned?

That's truly, truly awful.

KATHERINE:
Poor Sarah.

You were both in the same
study group, weren't you?

Yes, we spent hours together.

Was she upset about something

that would give her cause
to take her own life?

Nothing at all.

It has to be
some kind of accident.

She was graduating,

starting work with
Professor Hempel, lucky thing.

Why kill herself?

I know.
I feel the same way.

Maybe it had something
to do with her beau.

I wouldn't call him a beau.

- Who is he?
- His name is...

We shouldn't say anything, Anne.

Why not?

Sarah was very private.

She's dead.
It's a bit late for secrets.

All right, then.

His name's Bernard Winston.

He's a medical student
in his final year.

Just a second.
Who are you again?

You were a friend of Sarah's.

I still can't believe it.

We were supposed to have supper
at my hall last night,

but she didn't show up.

Did you get into an argument?

- Was she upset about something?
- What do you mean?

You think I had something
to do with this?

I'm just trying to understand
what happened, Mr. Winston.

How long had you known her?

We met at the inauguration

of the new medical building
in October.

Right off the bat,
her intelligence shone through.

You were attracted to her brain.
That's novel.

My father pushed me
into medical school,

but I'm more cut out for the
cricket pitch than study hall.

I would've been out on my ear
months ago without Sarah's help.

Sounds like you owe her a lot.

It wasn't all work.

Our knowledge of anatomy
wasn't purely academic.

She was happy, Miss James,
excited about the future.

REBECCA:
I talked to her friends,

and no one can fathom
Sarah taking her own life.

The suicide of someone close
can be hard to comprehend,

and the reason why Miss Franklin
made that choice

is, no doubt, very complex.

You may never have an answer.

What if she didn't kill herself?

Miss James,
without evidence of foul play,

there's nothing
we can do about it.

You understand that, don't you?

Then let's turn our attention to
what poison killed Mr. Mclinnes.

Reinsch has proven unhelpful.

Could you set up
for the Gutzeit test?

And the science laboratory is
to be at the end of this wing.

Yes, for my wife and myself.

I suppose she's behind the
automated dishwashing cupboard.

Oh, actually that's my idea.

I have detailed
specifications...

Which I have studied carefully,
Detective Murdoch.

No matter the peculiarities
of the room contents,

it's still a bricks-and-mortar
construction,

for which I am well-qualified.

Yes, from your prospectus,

it's clear that you are
thoroughly competent.

Now, did you make note
of these roof lines?

Unconventional but sound.

Nothing that can't
be constructed.

I've designed them this way so
that rainwater can be collected,

stored, and reused
for irrigation...

That is, until I install
the internal cooling system

that will work...

Can I ask when you'll be making
a decision, Detective?

Oh, that... that could be years.

The technology required
for such a system

is still in its infancy.

I mean on which contractor
you'll be using.

There are a number of people
considering my services.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure
you can appreciate

this decision is considerable
and not one to be made in haste.

I will contact you in due time,
Mr. Binks.

Detective Murdoch.

Madam.

Patience is not a virtue
amongst the city's contractors.

Isn't Mr. Binks the seventh man
you've interviewed?

Yes, and he made the short list
based on his budget parsimony.

But I don't think
he fully appreciates

the intricacies of my design,
Julia.

He doesn't need to appreciate it
to build it, surely.

Wasn't he a contractor
on the King Edward Hotel?

Yes.

That hasn't fallen down yet.

That isn't the point.

Well, what is the point
of a builder but to build?

Don't answer that.

I have the results
on Mr. Mclnnes.

Arsenic poisoning.

Likely administered
by several small doses.

The accumulation
eventually killed him.

I also found a purgative
in his system.

That would explain the vomit
that was found on his clothing.

An unsuccessful attempt
to save him, perhaps.

Do you have any suspects?

At this point, two.
Wife and mistress.

Wife and mistress?
Some motive there, surely.

So you would think,

but the arrangement
seemed to suit all parties.

How terribly French.

So am I to assume that Mr. Binks
is off your list?

We can do better, Julia.

[ Scoffs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Dr. Stowe-Gullen.

Yes, Miss James.
How can I help you?

It's about Sarah Franklin.

Yes, I was very saddened
to hear the news.

I just saw her exam result.

I-I don't understand
how she could fail.

I'm equally mystified.

Miss Franklin was one
of our best students.

She would have made
an exceptional research scholar

for Professor Hempel.

She just needed
to pass this exam.

Maybe there was some mistake.

Perhaps her exam was muddled up
with some other student's.

There's no mistake, Miss James.

This is what she handed in.

She didn't write a word.

Deliberately sabotaging
her bright future.

Why she would do that?

I'm afraid
she took the answer with her

to the grave, Miss James.

LUCY: [ Voice breaking ]
Goodbye, Edward.

Rest in peace.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Miss Stone.

Thank you.

Detective, I know
you didn't have to allow this.

I appreciate the courtesy.

[ Sobbing ]

I believe her grief is genuine.

It certainly seems so.

Julia, did you see
her complexion?

I noticed it
the first time I met her.

She seems overly pale.

DR. OGDEN:
Yes, she could be anemic.

Though she was perspiring, and I
also noted her odorous breath.

Is she ill?

Those are classic symptoms
of mercury treatment.

Mercury's primary use is in
the treatment of syphilis, no?

Yes.

It has limited results,
but in the absence of a cure...

Julia, if Miss Stone
is syphilitic,

then there's every possibility
that Mr. McInnes was, as well.

Anne, Katherine, did you see
Sarah's exam result?

I couldn't believe it.
A big fat zero.

That doesn't make any sense.

Why would she do that
if she already knew the...

Katherine!

You're the one who said
you didn't want to keep quiet.

Don't be idiotic.
Think of the consequences.

There are no consequence for me.
I didn't believe her.

Believe what?

Well, the cat's
out of the bag now.

You might as well know.

Sarah hadn't been pulling
her weight in our study group.

She stopped coming to classes.

Spent all of her time
in the laboratory.

She expected us to pick up the
slack and give her our notes.

ANNE:
We got sick of doing her work.

We tried to throw her
out of the study group,

let her sink or swim,
but she begged us not to.

Swore up and down
she'd make it up to us.

ANNE:
And she did, too.

How?

The next time we saw her,
she was very sure

about the questions
on the final exam.

She told us
exactly what to study.

KATHERINE:
She was right.

Anne got a great mark.

And you?

Unfortunately
I didn't listen to her.

How did Sarah know
the exam questions?

I think it has something
to do with Bernard Winston.

Why?

He's no bright shining light,

but he scored top marks in the
same exam at the men's college.

How do you think
he managed that?

MURDOCH:
I'll get back to you.

Is that our builder?

Mr. Cole?

Perhaps, though he did laugh
at my notion of a standing bath.

So he has a sense of humor.

Can't penalize him for that.

This is an important decision.

Yes, and one
that must be made soon.

I won't place our home
into the wrong hands.

Whose hands are the right hands?

I haven't found them yet.

Let's face it, William.

You think
you should build our house.

Me?
[ Laughs ]

No one man can do that.

Of course they can't.

Well, perhaps
with the right crew,

some competent craftsmen.

Of course, you would have to
have a very good foreman.

William, I was joking.

Oh.

Let's talk about this later.

I've made
an interesting discovery.

Come to my office.

Syphilis is
a truly insidious disease.

It can invade the nervous system
at even the earliest stages.

So to that end,
I re-examined Mr. Mclnnes

and discovered
he had ocular syphilis.

It was affecting his eyesight.

So he would have known
he was a carrier, then.

Most likely.

Which would explain why
he stayed away from his wife

and stopped seeing his mistress.

He was trying to be responsible.

A little too late
for Miss Stone, however.

He sentenced her to death.
Or at least madness.

Actually, there has been
some scientific progress.

Two scientists from Germany,

Fritz Schaudinn
and Erich Hoffmann,

have identified
the causative bacteria.

Treponema pallidum spirochete.

But how to eradicate
the bacteria

without harming the patient?

That is the next
scientific challenge.

So you think syphilis plays
a role in Mr. Mclnnes' death?

Given his domestic arrangement,
perhaps it does.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mr. Winston.

- What do you want now?
- You cheated on your final exam.

Not here.

- What are you talking about?
- Don't pretend you don't know.

You stole the exam questions
and gave them to Sarah.

She threatened to expose you,
didn't she?

You don't know
what you're talking about.

She was going to tell,
so you shut her up.

- I didn't.
- You threw her in the river.

You've got it all wrong,
you silly fool.

Oh, you can tell that
to the police.

I didn't give the exam to Sarah.
She gave it to me.

- What do you mean?
- She told me what to study.

You're lying.

She knew the questions.

- How?
- I don't know.

I didn't want to know.

Oh, God, are you going to tell?

Are you?

Please don't!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Miss James.
- Detective.

MURDOCH:
What are you doing here?

I've been looking into
Sarah Franklin's death.

Miss Franklin?
The suicide?

Well, I found something, not
that I should've been looking.

That's quite all right.
What did you find?

I found an address
in Sarah's locker.

RS-100.
2040 Rosehill Avenue.

REBECCA: I just discovered
who lives there.

Edward Mclnnes.

I believe the two cases
are connected.

I believe you're right.

So Miss Franklin had the exam
in advance

and shared it
with Bernard Winston

and the rest of her study group
but then handed in a blank exam.

Yes.

And you think she was
going to report the cheating?

How else to explain
the blank exam?

None of this explains
why Sarah had the address

of a murdered businessman
in her locker.

Perhaps Sarah was
Mr. Mclnnes' new mistress.

You think she killed him
for whatever reason

and then took her own life?

Or perhaps someone
killed them both.

MURDOCH:
This is the woman in question.

Well, Miss James,
I must commend your initiative.

Really?
Oh, I'm so relieved.

I thought you'd be
more disapproving.

Oh, heavens, no.

An inquisitive mind
must be encouraged.

MURDOCH:
Thank you, Mrs. McInnes.

The victim's wife confirms

that Miss Franklin
did indeed come to the home

looking for Mr. McInnes
the day after he died.

She also noted that
Miss Franklin seemed distraught,

though she had no idea why.

Perhaps there's more to learn
at the medical school.

Dr. Stowe-Gullen may be helpful.

Precisely where I'm headed now.

REBECCA:
May I ride with you, Detective?

I have an assignment to finish
and hand in.

Of course.

STOWE-GULLEN: Miss Franklin
was a most meticulous student,

though happier in the lab
than the classroom.

What was her field of study?

She wanted to work
on identifying compounds

to combat bacterial disease.

Oh, that's a very new field.
I admire her ambition.

She was to be a research scholar

for our esteemed
Professor Hempel.

Of all the students
in the country,

he chose our Miss Franklin.

I was so proud of her.

She will be sorely missed.

I would like to speak
with this Professor Hempel.

Of course.

Miss Franklin
had a burning curiosity.

Not unlike a detective,
I suppose.

That distinguished her,
that as well as her ambition.

Yes.
The study of bacteria.

She was dedicated
to the long-term pursuit

of a therapia sterilisans magma,

a treatment that manages
to kill harmful bacteria

without causing any damage
to a patient's healthy cells.

Magic in a bottle, I called it.

It's a bit of a dream, actually,

but that wasn't
going to stop her.

This your work?

Yes, I'm researching
African sleeping sickness.

I'm just a rank amateur compared
to my European colleagues,

but I'm keen to find a way to
protect the brave missionaries

working on the Dark Continent.

Miss Franklin couldn't wait
to start working with me.

Did she seem distressed lately?

Not at all.

That is why this has been
such a terrible shock.

Yes.

Why destroy her future

by deliberately sabotaging
her final exam?

I have no idea.

I can only guess she had
some sort of a breakdown.

Melancholia is often
the companion of genius.

Hm. Do you know
the exam questions in advance?

Oh, good Lord, no.

It's a province-wide affair.
Tightly guarded, I gather.

Of course.
Of course.

Did Miss Franklin ever mention
a Mr. Mclnnes to you?

Mclnnes?

No, I don't recognize the name.

Thank you for your time,
Professor.

[ Door opens ]

Julia.
Julia.

Have a look at this, some
of Miss Franklin's research.

She had been working
with arsenic.

Do you think she had something
to do with Mr. Mclnnes' death?

She had the means.
She could be the killer.

But what's her connection?
She wasn't intimate with him.

Or if she was,
she wasn't infected.

I re-examined her.

William, this research.

Miss Franklin wasn't working
with pure arsenic.

She was using arsenic compounds.

We know arsenic Kills,
but when...

In combination with other
elements, could also cure.

Exactly.

Some of these formulas
are very sophisticated.

She had been using rats
as test subjects.

With some success.

Julia, what if she
was onto something?

[ Watch ticking ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Footsteps in distance ]

Here it is.

Miss Franklin was trying
to eradicate this.

Nasty-looking thing.

Trypanosome.

The spiral-shaped parasite
that causes sleeping sickness.

Oh, that makes sense.

Miss Franklin had begun working
with Professor Hempel.

He is researching
sleeping sickness.

Julia, this illustration
reminds me of...

Oh, yes.

Where are you going?

The research journal you were
showing me only yesterday.

What of it?

The causal agent for syphilis.

Here it is.

They look quite similar.

DR. OGDEN:
They do.

In fact, the scientists who
discovered the syphilis bacteria

made the same observation.

Could the treatment for one
also treat the other?

You think the professor
and Miss Franklin

were researching syphilis,
as well as sleeping sickness?

But if so, why not tell me?

Well, any breakthrough
in the cure for syphilis

would be an enormous
scientific coup.

It's the stuff of Nobel Prizes.

It would relieve the suffering
of millions.

So they kept their work
a secret.

Julia, the compounds

that Miss Franklin
had been working with,

could they be lethal
if given in frequent doses?

What are you thinking?

Perhaps Miss Franklin's rats
were not enough.

They needed a human subject.

[ Footsteps approach ]

[ Gasps ]

What are you doing in here?

I'm just the cleaner, sir.
I am almost finished.

Well, hurry it up.
I have a lot of work to do.

Yes, sir.

HEMPEL:
Haven't I...

Yes, I have seen you before.

You're no cleaner.

You're that new student in
second year, the special case.

What are you doing in my office?

Nothing.

What are you looking for?

Answer me, girl!

[ Grunts]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Door closes, lock clicks ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Footsteps approach ]

[ Doorknob rattling ]

[ Door closes, lock clicks ]

I know you're in here.

I just want to talk to you.

Now, young lady.

What were you doing
in my office?

Wouldn't want to see you
expelled from the college.

I know about Sarah and about
the cheating on the final exam.

[ Sighs]
We had important work to do.

She had to pass.

You gave her the questions.

If I hadn't, she was going to
fail, so, yes, what of it?

Is that what
you were looking for?

Planning a little cheating
yourself, were you?

What papers were you burning?

Who are you?

What does RS-100 mean?

What's your name?

Rebecca James.

Well, Miss James, you must
be quite a bright thing

to be accepted into the college.

Perhaps we can come
to an agreement.

What does that mean?

I'll need
a new research assistant.

You could step into
Miss Franklin's shoes.

Are you interested?

No, you don't.

NATE:
Detective Murdoch.

Mr. Desmond.

I'm sure glad to see you,
Detective.

Is everything all right?

I'm looking for Rebecca.

Now, we was supposed to meet
at the church social,

but she didn't show up.

Now, that's not like her.

No. No, it's not.

HEMPEL.: I'll let you in
on a little secret.

I am on the verge
of a major discovery

that you could be a part of.

Miss Franklin
would be proud of you,

another woman
entering the field.

You stole Sarah Franklin's work.

Is that what she told you?

She didn't tell me anything.

She was no angel.

She had more than enough reason
to take her own life.

[ Footsteps approach ]

Oh, my God.
Where is she?

Rebecca!

Becca, are you here?

Aah!
[ Grunting ]

[ Muffled screaming ]

Up here!

[ Doorknobs rattling ]

Don't make a sound.

[ Doorknobs rattling ]

- [ Rebecca grunts ]
- [ Glass shatters ]

Detective, I am very pleased
to see you.

I caught this woman
rifling through my office.

I want her arrested
for burglary and assault.

Professor, take your hands
off Miss James this instant.

If you say, Detective.

You all right, Becca?

Detective, he gave Sarah
the exam and he stole her work.

I'm afraid your Miss James

has some cockeyed notion
about her friend.

[ Chuckles ]

Now, why are you here,
Detective?

Well, Professor,
since we last spoke,

I've looked a little further
into your research.

In particular, the similarities

between the causal agents of
syphilis and sleeping sickness.

Well, you have done
your homework.

Did you know Edward McInnes?

No.

Was he RS-100?

HEMPEL: RS?

I believe that was
Miss Franklin's coding system.

I hate to speak ill of the dead.

Go on.

She had her lab rats,

but she talked about needing
a human subject.

So Miss Franklin
knew Mr. McInnes.

If he was RS-100,
yes, I think she did.

He's lying.

He's the one
who treated Mr. McInnes.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- I can prove it.

This was in his fireplace, sir.

Pieces of Mr. Mclnnes'
medical records.

Professor Hempel
was treating him.

He was burning the evidence.

Detective, she came to me
and confessed what she had done.

I was merely trying to help.

You gave him the purgative.

Yes, I tried to save him.
But it was too late.

Sarah didn't give a patient
an unproven formula.

- She would never do that!
- You didn't know her.

Professor,
you're coming with me.

Miss James was right.

Sarah Franklin
did not kill Mr. McInnes.

She'd gone to his home to find
him the day after he died.

Had she learned that you'd
been using her formulas?

[ Scoffs I
Sarah Franklin wasn't a saint.

What does that mean?

HEMPEL:
I learned of the similarities

between the agents for
sleeping sickness and syphilis.

When I saw the progress
Sarah was making

on arsenical compounds,
I proposed we work together.

She was excited at the prospect
and she gave me her formula.

What of Mr. Mclnnes?

HEMPEL: Well, he had done
his own research.

He knew the syphilis bacteria
had been identified,

so he came to me
begging for help.

He was fully aware of the risks.

So you began treating him

with Miss Franklin's
arsenic compounds.

Did she know about this?

Yes.
She was as ambitious as I.

Then a few weeks
into the treatment,

her lab rats started to die.

She tried adjusting the arsenic
levels in the compound.

But it was too late.
The damage was done.

And Mr. Mclnnes began dying,
as well.

He was desperate.

Of course he was, but you were
the doctor, the scientist.

You should have urged caution.

Don't be naive, Detective.

You think progress is made
without risk,

without intuitive leaps?

That's what separates
great minds from the ordinary.

And that's what you saw
in Sarah Franklin.

A great mind, a risk taker.

I did, but I was wrong.

She was weak.

She couldn't cope
with her failure

and she suffered the
consequences at her own hand.

You put a dying man in his own
car, drove him to a remote area,

and left him there to be found
by a night watchman.

You are under arrest for
the murder of Edward Mclnnes.

You let Sarah Franklin
think it was all her fault.

Miss James.

[ Scoffs I
Well, it was her compound.

That you administered
to Edward Mclnnes.

Medical research
is a demanding field, my dear.

I've often wondered

if the fairer sex
is up to the challenge.

Well, given the empirical
evidence of Sarah Franklin,

it seems they are not.

All right,
that's enough, Professor.

- Take him.
- [ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

He's wrong, Detective.

Yes, Miss James.
He is wrong.

Well, it's been an exciting week
at the college.

Your Miss James
is quite a pistol.

Yes, I believe
she's coming into her own.

I hope the morgue
can contain her energy.

I'm sure you'll find a way.

Julia, I have a proposal.

I'm setting up a course
in forensic medicine,

- and I want you to teach it.
- Me?

I think you'd be
a wonderful example

for our students to emulate.

Well, that's very flattering.

But I must warn you,

the research methods
I'd like to pursue

might be somewhat unorthodox.

That doesn't trouble me.

Medical research
is still uncharted territory.

There is no progress
without ruffling a few feathers.

Then I'd be delighted
to stir up some controversy.

I can always count on you.

[ Chuckles ]

All right.
Wait. Wait.

Since you missed the party,
Becca.

Come here.

Now, what got into you, anyway,

poking around
some white man's study

when you could have been living
it up at the church social?

I could have bested him.

Really?

But it was good
to see you there.

Maybe it's time for you to put
that moonlight detective work

on the back burner, Becca.

Says who?

- Says me.
- Really?

Admit it.
You need protection.

Admit it.
You're envious.

You know we make a good team.

Oh, you think so, do you?

[ Scoffs I
When are you gonna give that up?

When are you gonna give it up?

Patience, Mr. Desmond.

I promise.

It will be worth the wait.