All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S04E11

What have you, George?

Sir, the girl's name was Amy Goldham.
Just a young thing, sir.

Apparently she snuck out after
curfew last night,

but there were no witnesses and
no-one knows why. Or so they say.

Who discovered the body?

Samuel Lane, the Headmaster.
He pulled her from this
pool at 8am this morning.

Thank you, George.

Her lungs were full of water.
She drowned.

But not before suffering
numerous cuts and scrapes.

Perhaps running through the woods,
away from someone.

Death occurred approximately eight
hours ago, judging by lividity.

None of these cuts appear
life-threatening.

Then how did
she end up in the pond?

Well, there is this.
A boot mark, perhaps?

So Amy Goldham was
held down with intent.

Murder, then.

We've asked the teachers to
stay home today.

Not much appetite for studies,
given the events.

No, I suspect not.

Poor Amy. A sweet girl.

Attentive in class.
Considerate of her classmates.

Quite innocent. So I supposed.

You supposed?

Well, what am I to think
when a girl slips out in the dead
of night wearing next to nothing?

How did you come to discover her
body this morning, Mr Lane?

I live in the coach house
at the back of the school.

I inspect the grounds
to check all is well.

She was cold as stone
when I pulled her from the water.

I knew I was too late.

Have her parents been notified?

The Goldhams are travelling in
Europe this time of year.

Most of the parents of our girls
spend the bulk of their year abroad.

We have the Goldham's itinerary.

I'll need that, thank you.

Can you think of a reason why
a young girl like Amy would
steal away like this?

A boyfriend, perhaps?

I doubt it's that.
The owner of our school, Mrs Irvin,

she rather frowns
on that sort of thing. I see.

A boyfriend? Absolutely not.

I lock the doors at 9pm
and do a roll-call. Bedtime is 9:30.

Lights out at 10.

So after you retire for the night,
the girls are unsupervised.

I sleep with one ear open, Detective.

What do I tell the parents who
expect their daughters to be
safe at my school?

How do I tell them
that a girl has been murdered?

Were you aware Amy
had slipped out, Miss Dennett?

I didn't get to see Amy at all
last night after dinner.

I was in the infirmary with a cold.

You just wanted a room to yourself.

That's untrue, Laura.

Ladies...

Amy was here in the dormitory
last night. We all said good
night and went to sleep.

SHE SOBS
Sssh, Olivia!

Friends share secrets, do they not?

I'm not here to get
any of you in trouble.

I simply need to know
if Amy had a secret.

We don't know why Amy
ran off, Detective.

But I think it must have been
near midnight. Oh?

The clock struck 12 and then
I heard the third stair squeak.

Mrs Irvin won't fix it so she knows
if anyone tries to sneak out.

I see. And does this happen often,
this sneaking out?

Have any of you?

No, never.

Never.

I see.
Well, thank you very much, ladies.

You're free to go.

George?

Help me move this bed.

The secret lives of teenage girls.

Detective Murdoch.

Miss Dennett?

Amy always waited until
she thought we were asleep,

then she'd get those
out and read by candle light.

I saw her writing, too, sometimes.

I think she was in love
with an older boy.

And these letters are from him?

I saw her talking to a
boy outside the downtown
library once, Detective.

Then the letters started coming.

Did you get a clear
look at this boy?

No, I'm sorry.

Well, thank you for your help,
Miss Dennett.

Arlene.

Arlene.

Please catch who did this.

Amy used to be my closest friend.

We'll do our best.

In the meantime, if you think
of anything else, please contact me.

Hard to keep your lunch down reading
tripe like this.

What about this one,

"I feel your warmth flow through me,
like blush to my cold blue lips."

Bloody awful.

"Like rain to a desert you
bring me back to life.
You are my breath itself."

Huh! That one's not
half bad, actually.

Signed "V" I assume?

Just like the others.
Each one steamier than the last.

Did you ever write poetry
to your sweetheart, Murdoch?

Oh, sir, I'm not much of a poet.

Though I do remember being quite
proud of a rhyming couplet

I wrote in praise of the family dog.

It was a very well-behaved dog.

Her last diary entry.
Dated two days ago.

"I know who 'V' is.
Should I tell him I know?"

He tried to keep his identity
from her? A married man?

So, she finds out somehow, tells
him. It doesn't go over well.

Face-down into the pond she goes.

No question she drowned, but
she also had alcohol in her system

and another substance
I believe to be an opiate.

Was she interfered with?

No. She's intact.

But there is one other thing. Amy was
missing almost three pints of blood.

Three pints?

But her cuts and scratches could
hardly account for that.

It appears she was bled.

There are two puncture
marks in her neck.

They extend into the jugular vein.

One mark is slightly
bigger than the other.

According to her writings,
Amy would frequently

leave the dormitory late at night
to rendezvous with a man.

The other girls had to have noticed.

They must know something.
I'm sure they do.

A teenage girl doesn't enter
into a secret romance

without making sure her friends
know all about it.

But why would someone bleed her?

It's a vampire. Without a doubt.

What the hell is a vampire?
It's a vile creature, sir.

A human corpse that rises from its
grave after the sun goes down.

And to sustain its undead existence
it drinks the blood of the living.

He's beginning to worry me.

Sir, a new novel called Dracula
has been causing quite a stir.

It's based, of course, on a vampire.

It's a chilling tale not unlike
my own murder mystery,

although I must say, I find
Bram Stoker's prose long-winded.

Bram Stoker? The manager of
the Lyceum Theatre in London?

That's the one.

So a man who spends his time ironing
actors' trousers writes a book

and so Amy Goldham
was killed by a vampire.

Sir, why else would that girl
be down three pints of blood,
with bite marks in her neck?

George, I didn't say she had bite
marks. I said she had been bled.

But, sirs, vampires have a
mysterious power over women.

In the novel,
young girls flock to Dracula.

They offer themselves up in a wild
erotic frenzy, and he,

with his razor-sharp fangs, he bites
their neck and drinks their blood.

It's true!

Werewolves, Martians, ghosts,
now vampires.

What next, Crabtree?
Abominable snowmen?

Sir, that is a fictitious creature.

Dreamed up, probably, by somebody
who saw a sasquatch.

Now my Aunt Dahlia...

Looks like a schoolgirl.

Get out.

I overheard two girls talking about

the mysterious boy
Amy was meeting up with.

He was seeing someone else as well,
apparently. Oh? Who was that?

If I tell, promise me you won't say
anything to Mrs Irvin or Mr Lane.

I was sworn to secrecy. Of course.

Well, I consider a vow to be sacred,
don't you, Detective Murdoch ?

As sacred as, say,
a vow of fidelity between lovers.

Of course.

It's Laura MacFarlane.

She's been sneaking out
to meet this man, too.

Arlene told you, didn't she?
Well, she's a liar.

Miss MacFarlane,
the man you are trying to protect
killed your friend, Amy.

I don't know why. But I fear he may
do the same to you.

He wouldn't. He's a romantic.

Arlene is just jealous.

She wants to meet him too
but he doesn't want her.

Miss MacFarlane, would you please
open your shirt collar?

Please.

I'm not the only one.

You mean besides Amy Goldham.

A young girl is dead. Who else here
has been visiting this man?

Olivia.

Olivia Cornell.

I see. Can you describe him?

I'll try.

He's beautiful.

But I always remember him
as if from a dream.

I was hoping for a somewhat less
poetic description.

Is he short, tall? Does
he have any distinguishing features?

Yes.

When he comes for me, he seems to
glide on the air.

I should run. I know I'm in danger.

But I want him.
He makes me want him.

Where do you meet?

In the cemetery. Near the school.
Inside a mausoleum.

Are these encounters arranged?

He sends us letters. Little notes.

We always meet at night.

And what happens?

He takes me in his arms.

And I feel his sweet breath
and lips against my neck.

It's like a kiss...

But more.

I feel his teeth pressing
into my neck. It stings.

I lose all my strength.

He sweeps me into his arms, and the
next thing I know...

I wake up on a bed of rose petals
in the mausoleum.

We are his chosen ones.
Amy, Olivia and I.
But not Arlene.

No.

Arlene said she did meet him,
but she was lying.

It was...pitiful.

Arlene couldn't understand.

He's chosen us for our beauty.

And our blood.

Your blood? Well, yes.

Isn't it obvious?

He's a vampire.

So these girls are hysterical, then?
Avid readers in any case.

Clearly they've been influenced by
Bram Stoker's novel.

But there is no vampire, right?

Not as such. I believe this man is
playing into the vampire myth

to take advantage of the girls.

But Dr Ogden said Amy Goldham
wasn't violated.

At any rate, Laura MacFarlane

and Olivia Cornell
are with Dr Ogden now.

She will examine them to
be sure that they haven't
been physically harmed.

Other than being tapped for a few
pints of the old red stuff.

Yes, sir. Other than that.
KNOCK ON DOOR

Good day, gents.
Ah, look who's here, Murdoch.

Paddy Glynn. Fancy that.

Care to comment the rash of
vampire attacks at the Teppes
School For Girls, gentlemen?

Mr Glynn, we are not
investigating vampire attacks.

Teenaged girls do talk, Detective.
This one's a zingdinger of a story.

If you publish garbage like that,
Glynn,

you know the hysteria it will cause.
Or don't you care about that?

As always, Inspector, you are right.

The fourth estate mustn't
rouse the rabble.

But, thank you for
confirming the story.

We didn't confirm a thing, Glynn!

And there are no bloody vampires!

Hello, Julia.

Don't do that.

Ah, it seems everyone is
reading Dracula but me.

Yes, well,
it is a most compelling story.

Indeed. And Laura and Olivia
were most anxious that I read it.

Well, I've examined the girls
and they appear to have
been spared any interference.

So, sexual assault wasn't
the motive? I'd say not.

What could possibly be
motivating this man of theirs?

And though the girls have
all shed their tears over
Amy Goldham's death,

why do they continue to revel
in the fact that they've been
chosen by this "vampire"?

A vampire represents something

savage and forbidden.

He demands their complete surrender.

And the life force in
their warm blood.

It's all fantasy, of course.

Julia,
these encounters are all violent.

Do all women share this fantasy?

You're missing the point, William.

Some women long for
uninhibited romance.

I've heard it said.

Ah, this must be the one here, sir.

It's just as the girls described.

Indeed, George. I almost wish
I hadn't read that Dracula now.

It all just seems a bit
too real at the moment.

Away you go, George.

Rose petals.

Just like the girls said.

No obvious signs of blood.

Well, sir, perhaps
the vampire met the girls here

but bled them elsewhere?

CLATTERING

SHE GASPS

Miss Dennett? I just wanted
to see where the vampire lives.

I thought if I met him, I could
ask him why he never chose me.

The rose petals are so beautiful.

Miss Dennett,
this is a potential crime scene.

Please, call me Arlene.

Arlene, the constable will
escort you back to your school now.

Him?

Him.
Miss Dennett, after you.

Murdoch, look at this.

Glynn's got the whole city
in a frenzy about vampires.

The telephone lines at every
station house are jammed up.

And I hear there's
been a run on garlic.

Why is everyone
suddenly buying garlic?

Uh, I... It's been a while, Murdoch,
but Paddy Glynn is looking good for
the old black glove right about now.

Sirs,
that was Mrs Irvin on the phone.

One of her students is missing.

Her name is Dorothy Cornell.
Olivia's younger sister.

I did a second bed check at
11pm and Dorothy was gone.

That's her!

Dorothy? Dorothy!

Dorothy... what?!

George, wake up Dr Ogden.

Sir. There's a telephone
on the dormitory floor.

All signs suggest that she was bled.

Dorothy, why did you
go see the vampire?

I found a note in one
of my school books.

He asked me to meet him at the
mausoleum. What happened then?

The other girls said
it was so romantic but

on my way to the mausoleum,

somebody grabbed me. It hurt.

Was it a man?

Yes. Did you see his face?

No.

A cloth was placed over my face and
I must have fainted.

I think someone was carrying me.

It was horrible!

You're safe now.

This attack breaks the pattern.
Indeed.

There's nothing romantic about
being accosted and chloroformed.

No. He's dispensed with all
of the vampire dramatics.

Almost as if he was in a hurry.

In a hurry for blood?
What can that mean?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Detective!

I'm very sorry, Detective.

I didn't know who else to go to.

It's quite all right, Arlene.

Why don't you tell me what happened.

It was him. The vampire.

He sent me a note.

It said

to meet him at the crypt.

"Dearest Arlene, the time
has come for us to meet.

"Tonight. At the mausoleum.
I'll be waiting, V."

He said that he chose
me because I was pretty.

He pulled me towards him. And then I
just felt his fangs piercing my neck

and then I think I fainted!

I'm cold, Detective.

Could you...
could you hold me please?

You're timing is
impeccable as usual, Doctor.

I asked the doctor to come
while you were resting.

Doctor? I don't need a doctor, I
just need to stay here for a while.

Let me take your blood pressure.

Doctor, these puncture marks on
her neck look different from the
ones on Amy, don't you think?

Yes. Not very deep at all.

Perhaps the vampire changed his mind.

No, he bit me.

Arlene, is it possible you pierced
your own neck with this hairpin,

and there was no vampire?

Her pressure is normal.
She has not been bled.

I just wanted to see you.

But you only seem to care
about the girls who get attacked.

I feel like I'm left out.

Like I'm not even
important any more.

I think I'll take my leave.

No. That is, Doctor,
perhaps you could escort Arlene

back to the school on your way home.

I feel like such a fool.

I wouldn't worry.

Detective Murdoch
will soon forget all about it.

He must have many women
falling into his arms,

so why would he pay any mind to me?

I sometimes wonder if I will
ever find true love.

Have you found yours?

Yes, I have.

Ah, Murdoch. Between the lunatics
who thought they saw vampires

and the other lunatics
who think they are vampires,

the whole constabulary was out all
last night working across the city.

Were there any reports
of actual vampire attacks?

Actual vampire attacks?

Vampire attacks, you say?
Can you give me an approximate
number, Inspector?

I should stake you down, Glynn,
before you can stir up
any more panic.

Detective, are we any closer to
apprehending this undead menace?

Why, yes, Mr Glynn.

In fact, he's safely in custody in
our jail cells resting for the day.

I didn't know he had a sense
of humour. I'll tell you
something else you don't know.

How close you are to
meeting my fist!

Ah. Jocularity.

That's, er...

Perhaps not.

Sir, something interesting
from Station 5's case files.

There was an attempted sexual
assault at the Teppes School
for Girls three years ago.

A young lady
by the name of Gail Baxter,

and they put a name to the suspect.

Who was that? A young chap
by the name of Daniel Irvin.

Mrs Irvin's son.
I wasn't aware that she had a son.

Apparently Miss Baxter was
chloroformed and awoke in
a carriage with Daniel.

And where is she now?

She moved to England with her family.

Daniel Irvin was never charged.

I wonder why?

He killed himself.

The scandal proved too much for him.

He was such a sensitive soul.

I found Daniel hanging in
his room the day that the
police were to bring charges.

He was innocent.

Until the most recent attacks on the
girls, the pattern of abductions did
not involve the use of chloroform.

But last night's attack
on Dorothy Cornell did.

Like the one at the school
three years ago.

But the suspect Daniel Irvin
is dead and buried.

Yes, sir.
I saw the death certificate.

So what's the connection?

Sirs!
I believe I have solved the crime!

The Teppes family left the
vampire-infested hills of Moldavia

in 1850 and moved to...Canada.

In 1858, they opened the
Teppes School for Girls.

Now it is my belief that
members of the Teppes
family are in fact vampires.

They have to move to frequently
to avoid arousing suspicion,
and they change their names.

So that's why the Teppes family

called their school the Teppes
School for Girls.

Right. Makes sense.

Well perhaps I don't have all
the details worked out entirely,

but the genius of it all is that
the school provides them with an
abundant source of fresh young blood.

George, have you
any evidence of this?

Yes, sirs, because the vampire
attacks have not just happened
this week and three years ago,

but also nearly 40 years ago.

1859 - various girls from
the Teppes school were
abducted and then released.

Now at the time, Alexander Teppes
was suspected of the attacks,

but like his grandson, Daniel,
conveniently "died" before
charges could ever be laid.

Note the similarities
between these two men.

Here, a sketch of Daniel, and this
man, supposedly, is Alexander Teppes.

What do you mean "supposedly"?

It is my belief, sir, that these
two are in fact one and the same.

So he's lived for 80 years
and hasn't aged?

Not 80, sir. Hundreds.

I believe that Daniel,
Alexander, take your pick,

both, are in fact, this man.

Vlad the Impaler! Real name,
Vlad Drakulya. Noted vampire.

Again, notice the
facial similarities.

And, sirs,
Teppes is Romanian for Impaler.

Just wrap it up, will you, Crabtree.

Sir, Alexander Teppes hasn't
been heard from in 40 years.

I can provide two witnesses

who will identify
him as their attacker.

That's him! That's him!

There is a way to prove my theory.

There are still several
hours of daylight left.

If I'm correct, if Alexander Teppes
and Daniel Irvin are in fact

one and the same immortal creature,

then one of their coffins will
be empty and the other will
contain a sleeping vampire.

We're not digging up graves.

We won't have to, sir.
The coffins are in the Teppes family
mausoleum. We've been there.

I don't for one minute believe
we're dealing with a vampire,

but something IS wrong here.

Well, George, it seems
Alexander Teppes is at rest.

Sir, that could be anybody.
Probably one of his victims.

Sweet mother of...!
Sir, some animal. Is that a dog?

Yes, George. And it's definitely
not the remains of Daniel Irvin.

I can't explain it.
I don't know what happened!

Your son is alive, isn't he,
Mrs Irvin? I was there.

I held his lifeless body in my arms.

Who else saw the body?

My husband, God rest his soul.

A doctor arrived, pronounced Daniel
dead and then the police came.

There's no more to say.
Was it an open casket funeral?

It was not.

Detective,
someone desecrated my son's grave.

How is his soul to be in peace?

Could she be telling the truth?

I don't believe she is, sir.

I believe Mrs Irvin helped Daniel
stage his death to avoid prison.

But why did all the girls identify
the portrait of Alexander
Teppes as their attacker?

Family resemblance.

Fine. How did the boy manage
to stage his own death?
Wasn't there a post-mortem?

If the cause of death was obvious
to the attending physician...

No post-mortem required then.
And if the doctor signed the
death certificate the police

would have taken that as
proof that Daniel was dead.

Bloody lazy police work,
if you ask me.

Who signed the death certificate?
Doctor Lucas Harwick.
George is looking for him now.

It's proving difficult, sir.

He was suspended from the
Ontario College of Physicians
and Surgeons in 1894.

No-one seems to know what he's
done with himself since then.

Why was he suspended?
Some sort of malpractice.

Unfortunately the records are not
very detailed. Of course not.

Doctors always protect each other.
We know that.

In any case, there's no record of any
Lucas Harwick in city records.
Could be he's moved on.

Dr Harwick? The name isn't familiar.

What's your interest?

I have reason to believe

he's falsified a death certificate
relating to this case.

You mean to say that someone

involved in the Teppes school case
may be undead, so to speak?

Ah, yes, very good.
Well, I'd be happy to ask around
after this Harwick fellow.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's no trouble at all, William.

I... Thank you.

Dr Garland. Uh, Darcy. How are you?

Julia told me last night you were
looking for a Dr Lucas Harwick.

Yes. Yes, I am. Please come in.

We used to work together.

Oh, I see.

This was at Buffalo General Hospital.

He was a visiting
physician at the time.

Researching the immunological
reactions in blood serum.

But he had larger ideas.

Such as? Harwick thought he
had identified the flaws in the
blood transfusion treatments.

Turns out he was wrong.

Oh? What happened?

He transfused blood from
subject 'A' to Subject 'B'

and there was no immune response.

But when he transfused from
'B' to 'A', subject 'A' died.

Their body rejected the blood.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

Last I heard he was
teaching somewhere.

Lucas was a very stubborn man.

Personally, I expected him to
continue his work

on improving Lane's theories
on transfusion, regardless.

Lane's theories?
Yes. Samuel Armstrong Lane.

The first man to treat haemophilia
with blood transfusions in the 1840s.

You know the name?
The headmaster of the Teppes School
for Girls calls himself Samuel Lane.

George!

Telephone Toronto General Hospital

and find out if Daniel Irvin was
ever treated for haemophilia.

Sir.

DOOR SLAMS
Oh!

Where are they? Who?

Your son and Dr Lucas Harwick,

or Samuel Lane,
as he goes by these days.

My son is dead.

Your son is a haemophiliac.
He and Dr Harwick have been

abducting girls at this school to
tap them for transfusible blood.

You helped your son stage his
own death to avoid going to prison

because you knew
his disease would kill him.

Where are they, ma'am?

My son is dying!

Dr Harwick is his only hope.
You mustn't interfere. Please!

Where are they?

In the coach house.

This fellow's blood
is not compatible, Mrs Irvin.

They know, Lucas.
Dr Harwick, where's Daniel?

He's in a coma. When he learned of
Amy's death, he slit his wrists.

He loved her. He didn't want
to cause any more harm.

Then that would explain the
sudden increase in attacks.

You needed more blood to
replenish what Daniel was losing.

Not everyone's compatible.

If he doesn't get more blood in
the next few hours, he'll die.

This man is unconscious.

What's he been given?

Same thing we gave the girls -
a mixture of barbituric acid
and heroin. He'll awaken soon.

George, telephone the station house

and get half a dozen constables
down here immediately.

Yes, sir. And call for Dr Ogden
as well. Sir. Right then,
you can start with me.

Now, Doctor.

Do not take more
than one pint, Dr Harwick.

You may test my blood next,
if you please.

Daniel's regaining consciousness.
He's very weak, Detective.

No more than a few minutes,
then let him rest.

Daniel. I'm Detective Murdoch.

I need to know what happened
the night that Amy Goldham died.

She woke up. Here.

During the transfusion procedure?

She panicked. She pulled the tube out
and she ran. I chased after her.

I had to explain.
Where was Dr Harwick?

He was at the mausoleum,

preparing it for me
to bring Amy back.

So you chased after her?

Did you push her into the pond? No.

She knelt by the water.

She just fell in.

She probably fainted from
the blood loss and exertion.

Why didn't you pull her out?

I did. I turned her onto her back

then I ran off to find Dr Harwick.

Amy was breathing when I left.

I swear it.

Someone pushed her back in and held
her down with their foot.

Who was it? Dr Harwick?

No. I found him here.

I tried to tell him
what happened to Amy,

but I was so weak I just collapsed.

He had to tend to me
or I would have died.

Then who killed Amy?

Your son didn't hold Amy under the
water and neither did Dr Harwick.

There is only one other person who
would have felt threatened by what
Amy had discovered

and that was you, wasn't it,
Mrs Irvin?

Me?!

I didn't kill her!

You had one very good reason
- Daniel's survival.

The truth of what Dr Harwick had
been doing could never come out.

I would never,
not even to save my son's life.

You staged your son's death!

You would go to any length to
save him. You love your son.

Before Amy, none of the girls
ever suffered. I insisted on that.

If Dr Harwick hadn't
agreed to my terms,

I would have let my son die.

But someone turned Amy
back down into the water.

If not you, if not Daniel
or Dr Harwick, then who?

I can't imagine anybody who
would wish that sweet girl harm.

She was the most popular girl
in the school. She was?

But that wasn't
always the case, was it?

Miss Dennett.

Hello, Detective.

Arlene, who wrote this note?

I wrote it myself and I am
ashamed that I did. I truly am.

Actually,
I've compared the handwriting

to some of the entries
in Amy's diary.

She wrote it,
supposedly from the vampire to you.

Why would Amy do that?

For some time, you had been the
most popular girl in the school

and you couldn't understand why
the vampire hadn't chosen you.

Isn't that right?

Yes. You and Amy had been friends?

Best friends.
But all that changed when she met
her mystery man, didn't it?

Suddenly all of the other
girls were looking up to her.

You were jealous.

You were the prettiest.

The vampire should have chosen you,
not Amy.

I suspect your relationship
soured very quickly after that

and that's why she played
this trick on you.

I really thought
that it was from him.

I thought that
he'd finally chosen me.

So you went to meet the vampire,
full of anticipation.

But he wasn't there.

And rather than admit this,

you told everyone
that you had met him.

They already knew the truth
and you were humiliated.

How could she do that to me?

I would never have done
that to her. Ever!

That's why you spent the
night in the infirmary.

You were planning to tell on
Amy when she got back from
her rendezvous, weren't you?

But you were impatient.

So you went outside... and that's
when you saw Amy fall into the pond

and Daniel pull her out and run off.

And you saw your chance to get
back at Amy for humiliating you,

and becoming the
new most popular girl.

She was a nobody when
she came to the school.

She was scared every day.

I befriended her. I protected her!

She was only popular
because I was popular.

How could she do that to me?

I was the laughing stock
of the entire school!

What we did was wrong,
but it was done to save a life.

Daniel's grandfather
was a haemophiliac,

who died because of a transfusion.

Explaining the disappearances
at the Teppes school 40 years ago.

In any case, Mrs Irvin couldn't
bear to lose her father and son.

And it's not just their lives,
Detective, but thousands, millions,

who could benefit from safe
blood transfusion.

I believe that will happen,
Dr Harwick,

but you'll be in prison
when it does.

You better not be writing that
murder mystery on my time, Crabtree.

Sir, I'm not. In fact, right
now I'm not writing anything.

I've almost finished what is
sure to be a thrilling climax,
but now I can't think of an ending.

I lie awake at night dreaming about
the ending of your bloody story.

Goodnight, Murdoch. Goodnight, sir.

Perhaps what you need is a surprise
dramatic element, George.

A twist, as it were.

A twist? Hm.

Where the villain isn't necessarily
who we think it is, or some such.

Oh, for the love of...!

Julia. Oh, William.

How is Daniel? Well, Darcy
says his wrists are healing.

Apparently the substantial
transfusion we gave him

allowed his blood to clot.

Saved his life. Very good.

And the young girl? Arlene?

Her parents have hired an army of
very expensive lawyers to mount
her defence. I doubt she'll hang.

She was clever, I'll give her that.

Playing innocent and defenceless.

Tools women frequently use
to attract a man.

I don't believe I was aware of that
where Arlene was concerned.

Of course not,

but that's the way
the mating dance works, isn't it?

The female sends out her
signals and the male reacts.

She'll toss back her hair,
expose her neck,

her most vulnerable aspect.

Hence the visceral response
to the vampire's bite.

Fangs and such.

Just so, yes.

And the lure of steady eye contact.
Powerful and unblinking.

A clearer message
could not be sent.

Julia. Darcy!

Have you given it to
the Detective, yet?

I'm sorry?

The invitation? Oh, my goodness, yes.

I almost forgot. William, here.

It's the invitation to our wedding.

Yes. Of course.

Thank you. Thank you both.

I must be off.

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