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And thank you
for the information, Mr Lane.

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,

although there were no witnesses
and no one knows why,

or so they say.

Who discovered the body?

Um, Samuel Lane, the headmaster.

He pulled Miss Goldham from
this pool at eight o'clock 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?

Mmm.

So Amy Goldham was held down
with intent.

Murder, then?

We've asked the teachers
to stay at home today.

Not much appetite for studies,
given the events.

No, I suspect not.

Poor Amy. 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
on the back of the property.

I walk the grounds each morning
to see that 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 Goldhams' itinerary.

I'll be needing that. Thank you.

Can you think of a reason
why a young girl like Amy

would steal away like this?

A boyfriend, perhaps?

Oh, I doubt if it's anything like 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 9:00 p.m.
and do a roll call.

Bedtime is 9:30, lights out at 10:00.

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 goodnight and went to sleep.

Shh! Olivia.

Friends share secrets, do they not?

I'm not here to get
any of you in trouble with the school,

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 twelve
and then I heard the third stair squeak.

Mrs Irvin won't fix it so she knows
if anyone tries sneaking 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 with this bed.

Mmm.

The secret lives of teenage girls.

Detective Murdoch!

Miss Dennett.

Amy always waited
until she thought we were asleep,

and then she'd get those out
and she'd read by candlelight.

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.

And 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. "

Pretty awful.

"Like rain to a desert,
you bring me back to life.

"You are my breath itself. "

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 as a boy, 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.
Facedown 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's 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
on 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 bloody hell is a vampire?

Oh, 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 terrifying tale, sir. Chilling.

It's not unlike my own murder mystery.

Although, I must say,
I find Bram Stoker's prose

to be rather longwinded.

Bram Stoker?

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

- That's the one.
- So, a bloke who spends most of his time

ironing actors' trousers writes a book,

and therefore Amy Goldham
was killed by a vampire?

Sir, why else would that poor girl
be down three pints of blood

with bite marks in her neck?

George, I didn't say she had bite marks,

I said that 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 has seen a Sasquatch.

- Now, my Aunt Dowling...
- William.

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?

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
that 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, you mean?

Yes, sir. Other than that.

Good day, gents.

Ah! Look who's here, Murdoch.
Paddy Glynn. Fancy that.

Care to comment
on the rash of vampire attacks

at the Tepes School for Girls,
gentlemen?

Mr Glynn, we are not investigating
vampire attacks.

Teenage girls do talk, Detective,
and this one's a zing-dinger of a story.

If you publish garbage like that, Glynn,

you know the type
of 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.
- William!

Don't do that.

Well, it seems
everyone is reading Dracula but me.

Yes, well,
it is a most compelling story.

Indeed.

Laura and Olivia were most anxious
that I read it.

Well, I've examined the girls

and they appeared 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 have 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.

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.

Miss Dennett.

I just wanted to see
where the vampire lives.

I thought if I'd 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
in every station house are jammed up.

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

Why is everyone suddenly buying garlic?

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 student's is missing.

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

I did the second bed-check
at 11:00 p.m., 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 schoolbooks.

He asked me to meet him
at the mausoleum.

What happened then?

Well, the other girls said
it was so romantic,

but on my way to the mausoleum,

somebody grabbed me.

And 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 the vampire dramatics,

almost as if he was in a hurry.

In a hurry for blood.

What can that mean?

Detective.

I'm very sorry, Detective.
I didn't know who else to go to.

That'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?

Your 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 than the ones on Amy's,

don't you think?

Yes. They're 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's normal.
She's 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.

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.

Jocularity. That's...

Perhaps not.

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

There was an attempted sexual assault

at the Tepes 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 abduction
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.

Well, 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 Tepes Family left
the vampire-infested hills of Moldavia

in 1850 and moved to Canada.

In 1858,
they open the Tepes School for Girls.

Now, it is my belief that members of
the Tepes Family are, in fact, vampires.

They have to move frequently
to avoid arousing suspicion

and they changed their name.

So that's why the Tepes family
called their school

The Tepes School for Girls?

- Right. Makes sense.
- Mmm.

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 happed this week

and three years ago,

but also nearly forty years ago, 1859.

Various girls from the Tepes School
were abducted and then released.

Now, at the time, Alexander Tepes
was suspected of the attacks.

But, like his grandson Daniel,
conveniently died

before changes could ever be laid.

Note the similarities
between these two men.

Here, a sketch of Daniel,
and this man, supposedly,

is Alexander Tepes.

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,
Tepes is Romanian for "impaler".

Just wrap it up, will you, Crabtree?

Sir.

Alexander Tepes
hasn't been heard of 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 Tepes
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 Tepes 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 Tepes is at rest.

Well, sir, that can be anybody.

Probably one of his victims.

Sweet mother of...

Sir, it's an 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 Tepes

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?

A Dr Lucas Harwick.
I have George 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 Lucas Harwick in city records.

Could be he's moved on.

Doctor 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 Tepes School case may be undead,

so to speak.

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. Er, Darcy. How are you?

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

Yes. Yes, I am. Please, come in.

We used to work together.

I see.

This was at Buffalo General Hospital.

He was a visiting physician at the time,

researching the immunological
reaction in blood serum,

but he had larger ideas.

Such as?

Harwick thought he had
identified the flaws

of the blood transfusion treatment.

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
at the Tepes School for Girls

calls himself Samuel Lane.

George!

Telephone Toronto General Hospital

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

Sir.

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 transfusable 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?

The same thing
we gave the girls.

A mixture of barbituric acid and heroin.

He'll awaken soon.

George, telephone the station house

and get a half dozen constables
down here immediately.

- 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's 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.

They're supposedly from the vampire
to you.

Why would Amy do that?

For some time, you had been
the most popular girl at 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.

Then 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 transfusion.

Explaining the disappearances
at the Tepes 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 will be in prison when it does.

You'd 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.

- Good night, Murdoch.
- Good night, sir.

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

A twist, as it were.

"A twist"?

Where the villain isn't necessarily
who we think it is,

or some such.

Oh, for the love of...

Julia.

Ah, 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.

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,

and 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.