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This portable battery should allow you

to power the motion picture camera

for upwards of 30 minutes.

- Oh. - But more importantly,

it will leave your hands free to adjust the image.

Excellent. Thank you, sir.

Um, just why do you need this, Henry?

Oh, I�m to be cinematographer for the actuality film

that Ruth is making. - How fascinating.

I�ve seen a few of the Lumi�re brothers� actualities.

What exactly is an actuality, yeah?

Oh. They�re non-fiction films.

You might call them... slices of life.

- People will pay to see this? - Oh, very much so.

And just, uh, why are you so interested

in being involved, Henry? - Well, sir, I thought

it would be a good way to spend time with Ruth.

She�s always so busy filming her serials.

But I�d read The Adventures of Agnes

were coming to a conclusion. - Not if Ruthie

has anything to say about them, they�re not, sir.

- Oh. - And the actuality isn�t just

a slice of life. Uh, Ruth is attending an event

for survivors of the Grand River train crash.

A survivor in the serials and a survivor in real life.

People will flock to see this finished actuality.

All right. (grunts)

(playful music)

(film reel whirring)

(playful instrumental music)

- Cut! - Great work, Ruthie.

We-we can see the menthol stick in your handkerchief.

We need to try again. - Really? I�m not sure

about all of this-this teariness.

Well, the story, as I�ve conceived it,

is one of tragedy, so...

Mm. The tale I hired you to tell is one of survival,

not some... tearjerker. - Hold on a sec.

Isn�t this moving picture meant to depict real life?

- Yes. - My thoughts exactly.

Well, if that�s the case, then surely nothing

should be conceived of in advance.

- A photograph, Miss? - Ah. Of course.

Happy to oblige.

Oh. Is the lighting better over there? Where are you going?

Uh, Miss Tanner! Miss Tanner!

- Who is she? - May I take your photograph?

It is Amanda Tanner. Poor thing.

Lost her vision in the crash.

- How awful. - Yes, that is terrible.

However, I hardly think that makes her more

photograph-worthy than a film star.

Well, Miss Tanner has garnered attention

for her advocacy for the blind.

Mm. Sounds like a ploy to get more fame.

Are we going to be filming anything else?

If not, I could use a snack.

Yes, we will i-in just a moment.

This is Mrs. Nora Hoche. Another survivor.

Now, I�d like to get footage of the two of you

arriving at the event together

as sort of a... nod to sisterhood.

- Mm. - Among survivors.

Mightn�t that steal focus frommoi?

Why don�t we just try one, hm? Hm.

Roll.

(gasps) - Mrs. Hotche.

Hoche. And you are?

Ruth Higgins-Newsome,

film actress and one of your-your fellow survivors.

- No, you�re not. - Yes, I am.

Now let�s link arms and walk this way.

Whatever this publicity stunt is,

I am most certainly not interested.

(honking)

Heavens... - Are you all right?

I�m fine.

(playful music)

(electric crackling)

(grunting)

Oh! (thud)

- Uh... cut. - Oh.

(theme music)

The sound, it was like...

Like the poor woman was dropped into a frying pan.

- Henry! - And you were filming

the actuality when this happened.

- Captured the entire thing. - Likely a cinematic first.

Oh, thanks to me. I knew Mrs. Hoche

would add something spectacular to our project.

I�d hardly call death by electrocution that.

Well, that�s because you lack a creative sensibility.

- Huh. - We�ll wait for Miss Hart

to confirm, but this will likely be deemed accidental.

Still, I ought to attend this evening�s events.

Oh, I... I-I don�t think that will be necessary, sir.

Oh, on the contrary. The remaining survivors

may be rattled by what happened.

And perhaps the filmmakers will want to highlight

my role in responding to Mrs. Hoche�s death?

Why would we do that?

About what Mrs. Hoche said.

Oh, I don�t recall her saying anything.

Oh, she suggested that you weren�t a survivor.

Uh... you were on the train that crashed, weren�t you?

I was meant to be.

But the day of the departure, I had a very...

dark premonition.

So you weren�t on the train?

Oh, sweet Frank. Sweet, sweet Frank.

Sometimes I forget this is your first moving picture.

Details like that don�t really matter.

Yeah, but-but the actuality

is about having survived a train crash.

Yes, and the universe warned me

not to get on the train.

So, I did survive the crash. Hm?

(indistinct chatter)

The battery means you needn�t continuously turn the crank?

Uh, it saves my arm from getting tired,

but this is still quite a lot of work.

Don�t you just point the camera

where the director tells you to?

- Mr. Higgins-Newsome, please. - Ah.

I�ll leave you to it.

(glass clinking)

(reel whirring)

Thank you all for coming.

This weekend marks two years since the Grand River

train crash, and I thought it fitting that we,

the survivors, observe the occasion.

And so we are here to drink,

to dine, and to remember those we have lost

and how very grateful we are to be here today.

Hear, hear! (guest): Hear, hear.

Before festivities commence,

I thought we might share memories of that fateful day.

(scoffs) - Why would we want to do that?

It may help us overcome any lingering feelings

of fear and shock. Would anyone like to share?

I think we should reconsider the focus of this picture.

Enough of this. Are we going to ignore the fact

that one of our own just died in the street?

Mrs. Hoche�s death was a terrible accident.

That was no accident. It was fate.

I beg your pardon?

We were meant to die on that train.

Every one of us.

You ask me, this is God settling the score.

Why is everyone so focused on looking backward?

It�s fine to mark the anniversary,

but the past is the past.

I suppose we shouldn�t be surprised you feel that way.

What is that supposed to mean?

I think you know.

Don�t you start on that.

Now this is getting interesting.

Hm.

(vehicle rumbling)

(soft tense music)

Good evening, Constable Roberts.

- Miss Hart. - Waiting for someone?

- Miss Berger. - Oh.

Is she assisting you on a case?

No. I-I escort her home some evenings.

So it was as I suspected at the cinema. You�re courting.

No! No, no. No, no, no. I...

It�s just for her safety. We�re just friends, is all.

I see.

- Hello, Constable. Miss Hart. - Miss Berger.

I thought I would escort you home tonight, Miss Berger.

Thank you. It is late.

What a thoughtful colleague you are, Constable Roberts.

Goodnight.

Hm.

Lovely night.

Nice to have some warmer weather.

Do you have any plans this evening?

None at all. Do you?

I was thinking...

I�d try to finish this.

- Detective Murdoch�s book. - It�s fascinating.

I�m learning a lot about police work.

- Is that right? - Yes. I expect

it will help my work as a morality officer.

Mrs. Hoche�s death was indeed an accident, as I suspected.

Yes, that was my report on the electrocution, but...

- But? - Another survivor

from the Grand River crash was delivered to the morgue

last month, a Hal Yost.

Interesting.

Mr. Yost�s death was an unlikely accident, as well,

involving a runaway barrel and a manhole.

(scoffs)

I-Is it your belief, then, that these deaths

may not be accidents at all?

I could be jumping to conclusions.

Or perhaps you�re simply paying attention.

(opera singing)

- So much for interesting. - Hm.

I could do a dramatic recounting

of one of The Adventures of Agnes,

sort of elevate the mood. - That�s a wonderful idea.

I�m quite partial to Antarctic Agnes, myself.

- Oh. - A stellar installment.

I�m not sure a dramatic recounting

will translate to film. - Hm.

(opera singing continues)

Oh, it�s Detective Murdoch. Over here.

(singing high note)

(crowd gasping)

(grunts)

(crowd exclaiming)

- Mr. Creel! - What�s going on?

(Frank): Dear God! - Henry, call a doctor.

Everyone stay back, please.

(tense music)

(squelching)

Oh, it�s hit the artery.

Can he be saved?

Do you still think this isn�t fate coming for us?

- The man has a point. - Ah, I�m not so sure. Look.

The andiron, it�s been shifted out of its usual position.

Are you saying you�re thinking it�s something

other than an accident?

I believe this to be murder.

(sighs)

(tense music)

What are you hoping to discover?

Why this champagne flute shattered

while all others remained intact.

Surely it was just an accident.

I don�t believe so.

Uh, the etchings on this one are different

from the club�s usual stemware,

and the gauge of the crystal, this one is much thinner.

Mm. I see. But still,

shattered glass and a shifted andiron

don�t equal murder. - But consider it in the context

of Mr. Yost and Mrs. Hoche�s death.

The research you asked for.

Three out-of-province survivors of the Grand River crash

died in the past six months.

But weren�t there only a dozen survivors to begin with?

- Yes, sir. - Crushed by a log.

Hanged by a bathtub laundry line.

Decapitated by an elevator door.

Horrifying accidents, but accidents all the same.

I�m not sure I believe that.

Who would go to the lengths required to kill

in such outlandish ways?

A very good question, Constable.

And one we don�t yet have the answer to.

Perhaps the event organizer is the best place to start.

How dare you? Insinuating my wife

had something to do with these terrible deaths.

(Murdoch): I�m simply asking questions.

Chester, dear, why don�t you go pick up the flowers

for the luncheon at the garden shop?

I apologize, Detective. My husband is protective.

A consequence of what we�ve been through.

Of course. The train crash must have been very traumatic.

Yes, very.

So, why hold a reunion?

I thought it would be a comfort.

Chester and I have each other, but the others,

they don�t have anyone that understands

what we lived through that day.

Can you think of anyone who would wish you

or your fellow survivors harm?

You mean other than David?

David. Mr. Woods?

He and I were married the day before the train crash,

and we were traveling to Detroit for our honeymoon.

I had our union annulled after he abandoned me in the wreckage.

Oh. So, you believe Mr. Woods holds a grudge

against you and Mr. Kent?

- Against all of us. - Why?

I think he resents all of us survivors

for the bravery we showed that day.

- It�s just awful. - Oh, it�s terrible. And-

And the washer woman said the blood may never

come out of my dress. - I meant about the accidents.

Oh! Yes, uh... the accidents are awful, too,

and one of them sullied my dress.

We�re talking about the same thing, Henry darling.

I�ve been thinking, dear.

Uh, perhaps we ought to shift the focus

of your actuality as you suggested.

I don�t see why.

Well, dear, two people have died.

You could be in danger. - I doubt that.

It�s all right to be frightened. I am.

What is there to be frightened about?

(explosion)

(screaming)

(gasping)

- Are you all right? - Mm.

(crowd screaming)

Mr. Kent, are you all right?

I�m fine. Got off better than you two.

(crowd gasping)

Oh!

Perhaps I am just the teensiest bit alarmed

by whatever that was.

Well, this fertilizer was most certainly

the source of the explosion.

It�s quite the coincidence an explosion went off

at the same time a sign fell on Mr. Kent.

I don�t believe it was a coincidence, Constable.

Now Mr. Kent was on his way to this garden shop.

The explosion happened,

and it flung debris into the air.

He would have sought out shelter.

And with this being the only awning nearby, he took cover.

The force of the explosion caused the sign to fall?

I believe it had help.

Yes. See? Tool markings.

The links were pried open.

Someone rigged this sign to fall,

correctly assuming that Mr. Kent

would be taking shelter from the explosion here.

Henry, are you sure you and Ruth are all right?

Nothing that a hot bath can�t solve, sir.

Right. Constable, canvass this area.

Someone set this explosion deliberately

and I want to know who.

Right. Yes, sir.

You mean to say that you don�t think

this wasn�t an accident, sir?

I don�t think any of these deaths

have been accidents, Henry.

Ruth should be being very careful.

Sir, I�ve been telling her just that.

But who would want to kill the survivors of a train crash?

(door closes)

Wha-What�s this all about?

You�re aware that three train crash survivors

have died in the past 24 hours,

and four others in the past six months.

That right? Awful business.

Criminal, even.

Do you mean to say someone killed those people?

Is that why I�m here? A-Am I at risk?

I have no evidence to suggest that at this time.

So then why am I...?

Wait.

You think I killed Chester?

And Mr. Creel and Mrs. Hoche?

Your former wife has suggested that you resent

your fellow crash survivors.

(sighs) - I don�t. That�s not...

I hadn�t even gotten to town

when that woman was electrocuted.

- Can you prove that? - Uh, damn right I can.

I�ve got the train ticket right here.

(soft tense music)

And what of Chester Kent?

The man married your wife.

You have very clear motive for wanting him dead.

What? No. No. Chester saved Jane�s life.

The man was a hero.

When the crash happened, I-I panicked.

I could only think of saving myself.

(sighs) I was a coward.

Chester? He ran toward the danger to save my wife.

How could I wish harm on someone like that?

So Mr. Woods isn�t our man.

He didn�t arrive in Toronto until after Mrs. Hoche�s death.

- So what now? - I suppose I�ll analyze

the fertilizer to see if it�s been tampered with

to make it more volatile.

Constable Roberts. What have you?

Witnesses say they saw a woman

loitering by the garden shop for a long time.

- Did you get a description? - Yes, and I asked the owner

of the shop. He said it seemed like a regular customer,

a woman studying chemistry at the University of Toronto.

A chemistry student would know the explosive properties

of fertilizer.

We need to find this young woman.

Leave it to me.

(phone ringing)

Detective Murdoch.

Yes, yes! I�ll be right there.

That was Henry.

The director of the actuality has now been attacked.

I thought you said this was all about the survivors, Henry.

- We thought that it was. - Mr. Hogan, what happened?

He was pushed off a ladder, sir.

I was processing yesterday�s film in the darkroom.

Nearly fell into the development baths and burnt my face off,

so I suppose I�m lucky it�s just a broken leg.

Does anyone else have access to your darkroom?

I don�t have my own.

I use the facilities at the university.

And you have no relation whatsoever

to the Grand River train crash?

Only our actuality.

All I can think is that this is punishment

for attempting to profit from it.

It�s an interesting theory.

But then... well, that means

I have twice the target on my back.

All the more reason to stop making this film.

No. No, I will not have my voice silenced.

Well, I�m in no condition to work.

Why? You only broke one leg.

Come on. Let me help you.

- Hello, Miss Berger. - Oh, I�ll just be a minute.

I�m finishing up some paperwork. - I don�t mind. Take your time.

Did you finish it? - I did.

It�s fascinating.

The way Detective Murdoch and his wife work hand in glove?

It�s, uh, quite romantic, really.

You think so? I�d imagined you�d be

against workplace romance.

Oh, I am. Completely.

But the detective and Dr. Ogden are soulmates.

Teddy, have you been able to locate the young lady

that was seen loitering at the site of the explosion?

Yes. Miss Eve Hendry. She�s in the interview room.

Very good.

Uh, and you�ll want to see this.

You were charged with sending

threatening notes to Luther Creel.

Because he told the authorities

my father caused the Grand River crash.

Your father was the engineer.

But Mr. Creel was the conductor.

He was responsible for the train�s speed.

It is his fault my father is dead

and that he took the blame.

Are you aware that Mr. Creel was killed recently,

along with several other survivors?

- Cowards, is more like. - I beg your pardon?

They saved themselves.

But did they spare a moment�s thought for anyone else?

My father might be alive today if only...

Miss Hendry, witnesses claim they saw you checking your hair

for quite some time at the scene of an explosion

that killed another survivor recently.

Checking my hair isn�t a crime.

Not in and of itself.

But were you using a mirror, by chance?

- Yes. - Hm.

And as a chemistry student,

you�re aware of what could happen if one

were to use a concave reflective surface,

such as a mirror, to focus the sun�s rays

onto a combustible substance.

Are you accusing me of setting the explosion, Detective?

You had both means and motive.

And you had access to the facilities

at the university where a young man

was attacked earlier today.

No. After I was charged last year

for writing those letters, I...

I decided to put the past behind me. I didn�t do this.

What were you doing outside of Frond�s Garden Shop then?

I was waiting for a gentleman. I was meant to go on a date.

I�ll need to speak with that gentleman.

I�d like to do the same. The cad never arrived.

Henry. I want you to direct my actuality.

- Me? - Mm. Well, Mr. Hogan

can�t direct while he�s on crutches

and your camera work is really coming along.

Oh. Well, dear, I�m still not sure

it�s a good idea to continue. - No, that�s nonsense. No.

Continuing on with the very best constable

in the entire city as director, that eliminates all risk.

Well, when you put it like that.

Ah. (Henry laughing)

Uh, Inspector. Uh, perhaps we ought to do more

to protect the remaining survivors.

- What do you propose? - Assign a constable

to each one of them. I�d be with Ruthie, of course.

Hm. Smart thinking. I�ll make the arrangements.

Oh. Wonderful. Let�s to the salon.

I�m in desperate need of an electric bath.

Uh, dear.

Electricity in the bath?

That doesn�t sound like a good idea.

Henry, there�s no water in the bath.

It�s a bath of light. Pure heaven.

This�ll be fascinating for my fans

to see in the actuality.

Camera! - Oh! Ah, dear.

Ah, dear! The-The door! Oh.

Miss Hendry is to remain in our cells for the time being.

I�ll ensure she�s comfortable.

Do you think she�s responsible for the murders?

It�s possible. But something she said

made me wonder if there may be other grieving families

who are angry at the survivors.

Could you do a bit of research?

Look into, uh, newspapers, interviews from the inquest.

I would, sir, but the Inspector told me

to provide security detail for one of the survivors.

Perhaps I could do it?

That would be very helpful, Miss Berger. Thank you.

(playful music)

(reel whirring)

(knocking on door)

Cut!

Dear, the director is meant to call cut.

Oh. What are you doing here?

Mrs. Higgins-Newsome?

Yes. I�m in the middle of-of making a-a moving picture.

I�m to take an electric bath.

Oh, but I booked the bath several days ago.

Perhaps you didn�t notice a mistake in the booking?

Anyhoo, I really must insist.

Oh, no, that�s all right.

I�m happy to have my permanent done first.

Lovely.

Henry! Follow me.

Action!

Cut!

What is it now?

Didn�t realize that you�d be revealing so much

in the actuality, Ruthie.

It is a simple bathing dress, dear.

But do people really need to see your, uh...

(dripping)

What�s this?

It�s probably just a leaky roof.

We can�t be too careful right now. I�ll see to this.

Uh-uh-uh. Set the camera running before you go.

I will do this myself.

(reel whirring)

(bright music)

Hope you don�t mind being a de facto tour guide,

Constable. - Not at all.

But I am surprised. Aren�t you frightened?

There�s nothing to be scared of,

not once you�ve looked death in the eye like I did

during the crash. The way I see it,

I�ve been on borrowed time ever since.

- How can you live like that? - Carpe diem.

- Carpa what? - Carpe diem.

Means seize the day.

- Constable Roberts! - Miss Berger. Hello.

How�s the research going? - Oh, it�s thrilling.

- Really? - You never know what secrets

are hiding in the details.

I�d best go. The library is gathering

microforms for me as we speak.

Hm. Awfully pretty young lady.

She is. But we�re just friends.

Hm. If that�s so, it�s only because

you�ve not yet seized the day.

Help! Help! Someone help! Henry, help!

Ruthie?

Oh! Henry! Thank God, Henry! Henry, hurry!

- Ruthie, what�s going on? - Hot, hot. Very hot.

Don�t worry. I�ll get you out of here.

Hurry. Henry, hurry!

Please, please, please hurry.

I�m burning up! - Hold on! Don�t worry!

Oh, uh... Where�s the plug?

Come on!

Oh, Henry.

- Come on, dear. - Henry. Henry.

(gasping) Oh, oh. Oh, you�re my hero.

I thought I was going to burn alive in there.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Oh.

Well, there�s no denying that the bath

has been tampered with.

You didn�t see anyone else in the room?

No, sir. I was busy tending to a leak.

I couldn�t see a thing.

Right. We�ll canvass all around.

Perhaps someone was seen entering or exiting the salon.

I suspect that these bulbs have been replaced

with something of much higher wattage.

Sir, Ruth was the first to use the bath today.

Someone must have snuck in

and swapped them sometime overnight.

But I only made my appointment this morning,

so how could the killer have known such a thing,

unless, uh...

Sir, it was Miss Tanner who was meant to be in the bath.

Well, some opinions differ.

So Ruth wasn�t the intended target, then.

Oh.

Come on, Ruthie, this is good news.

- Hm. - Oh!

But it was after Ruth entered the machine

that someone tried tying the handles together.

So I was the intended target.

Right. And you don�t recall

anything else out of the ordinary?

No, sir. I was in the other room

fetching a mop.

But I did leave the camera running.

Eve Hendry�s to be released from custody.

There is no way she tampered with the electric bath

from the comfort of our cells. - Mm. And it�s highly unlikely

we�re dealing with two culprits.

Exactly.

I still can�t believe people

would pay to watch such mundane things.

Hm. Then you underestimate the power of celebrity. Oh!

(Choi clears throat)

And, uh, I�d hardly call that mundane.

Uh...

(reel whirring)

Wh-What happened?

Hm. Let�s see that again.

(reel whirring)

Someone�s tilted the camera.

That must be the killer.

By shoes alone, I�d say it�s a man.

He deliberately shifted the camera angle

to keep his face hidden.

I wonder... have you located the man

who stood up Miss Hendry?

No. We only know his Christian name. Why?

Perhaps it�s the same man who�s after the survivors

of the train crash.

Is it your theory that the killer is attempting

to frame Miss Hendry for his crimes?

It�s a theory worth considering.

Right. I�ll have her sit with a sketch artist

before she leaves.

Here we are. Half a dozen.

Never had the guts to try oysters before.

I haven�t, either.

Well, it�s now or never, so...

- Carpe diem, I guess. - Cheers to that.

(ominous music)

Look out!

Detective Murdoch. I may have found something.

- What is it? - A potential discrepancy

in the records from the inquest into the train crash.

- Go on. - There were cash payouts

made to families of all but one victim.

Interesting. Do you know why?

- Not yet, but- - Detective!

- Everything all right? - We were attacked.

I didn�t even get to eat my oysters.

- What happened? - Someone threw a planter

off the roof onto us. - Did you see who it was?

No, and by the time I got to the roof,

they were gone. Figured it best to get Mr. Mank here to safety.

- Quite right. - A constabulary detail

clearly isn�t sufficient. - I agree.

I believe we need to bring all of the survivors

into protective custody.

Uh, Inspector, could you take Mr. Mank into your office?

Constable Roberts, with me. - Yes, sir.

(tense music)

(sighs)

Just through here, please.

Make yourselves comfortable, but please try not to touch-

(clattering)

...anything.

(clattering) - What was that sound?

(Frank): Just my crutches.

Sorry about that.

- I�m so frightened. - I am too, dear.

Wish I�d never planned this whole thing.

You couldn�t have known what was going to happen.

Thank you, David.

I-I don�t really see a need for all of us to be

crammed like sardines in here. Is there nowhere more suitable?

Well, this is the safest place for you to be right now.

Nowhere is safe from fate.

How long must we stay here?

Until we find the person that tried to kill you.

(Berger): Mr. Claude Klaxon?

I am here to ask about your son.

Quentin.

I understand he was killed in the Grand River train crash.

I�m sorry for your loss.

But I wonder:

why didn�t you accept the compensation offered

to families by the railway?

Hm. Those bastards never offered me a cent, that�s why.

They refused my claim.

Why would they do that?

Quentin�s body was never found.

It was obviously incinerated,

but try telling that to a bureaucrat, huh.

Hm. Yeah.

You don�t happen to have

a photograph of your son, do you?

"The ways in which things come to an end are manifold,

yet everything that has a beginning has an end.

This entire universe will someday be swept away.

Weep, if you can, after that,

over the loss of any individual life."

It�s a cat holding a bouquet of flowers.

No.

Well, draw it again, and do it well this time.

"Fate has not spared you.

It is a great consolation to reflect that."

(electric whirring)

What on earth is that noise?

(whirring)

(Ruth): Henry! Ah, is that supposed to happen?

(Henry): I am sure it�s all right, dear.

(Ruth): What is going on here? (Henry): That�s odd.

(suspenseful music)

(clicking)

Everybody down!

(whirring)

Jane, no!

(grunt, thud)

(David breathing heavily)

Oof. That was a close one. Is everyone all right?

(ominous music)

David!

(breathing heavily)

You saved my life.

Just doing what I should have done

two years ago on that train.

Right. Constable, escort Mr. Woods to the hospital.

Carefully!

What happened? - I have no idea, sir.

No one was anywhere near the thing.

(David groans)

Someone had to have loaded the projectile

and activated the machine,

and yet no one saw or heard a thing.

Not a thing.

No, I was paying attention to myself.

My back was turned.

I-I felt a cool breeze coming from over there.

Sir, the window is open.

Do you think someone could have broken in

and tampered with the launcher?

But you said that this was the safest place for us to be!

Yes. Exactly. That�s what you told us.

That�s why we came. - Everyone, please, remain calm.

Calm? How do you expect us to be calm? Hm?

I refuse to remain in this-this den of death

for a moment longer. - All right.

I�m really not surprised. Like dominoes, we fall.

(Frank): Let�s all sit in Murdoch�s torture chamber.

- What should we do, sir? - Escort them to the cells.

That is not what I meant.

Come along, everyone.

(tense music)

If I�m going to die, I want to do it on my own terms.

Well, I don�t see how that�s possible.

Easy. Sunset at the bluffs.

You�re not leaving, are you?

I appreciate you saving my life,

but it was hardly worth it. My time is up.

Well, mine isn�t.

I�ve barely made a name for myself.

I am getting on the next train heading west.

You can�t go. Tell them, Inspector.

Ah, we cannot legally prevent them from leaving,

but I strongly encourage you

both to stay here for your own safety.

Uh.

Remember what I told you about seizing the day,

Constable Roberts.

What did Mr. Mank mean by that?

Oh, uh, uh... not sure. How goes your research?

Intriguingly. Have you made any progress

in identifying the killer? - Yes. And no.

We suspect it might be the man who stood up Miss Hendry.

Uh, we had her sit with a sketch artist.

I need to see that sketch.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Any clues as to the intruder�s identity out there?

No. And the window doesn�t appear to have been

forced open from the outside.

How is that possible? Unless...

The killer didn�t come from outside.

- Oh, no. - What?

Both male survivors have just left the building.

No.

Sirs! Miss Berger found something.

What is it?

This is who stood up Eve Hendry.

And this is Quentin Klaxon,

the train crash victim whose family didn�t receive a payout.

They�re the same man,

which means Quentin Klaxon isn�t dead.

And he�s out for revenge.

And he tried to set up Miss Hendry, as you suspected.

It�s despicable. - But who�s this man?

The killer must have been one of the two men

in the situation room just now, Burt Mank or Frank Hogan.

Frank, a killer? Hardly.

Besides, how could he have attacked anyone

while on crutches?

The crutches were a ruse.

Frank Hogan wasn�t pushed off of a ladder, or anything else.

How do you figure?

There�s no proof.

His supposed attack is the only one

that wasn�t actually witnessed by anyone.

But how could he have set off the launcher

without anyone noticing?

(clattering)

He bumped into my desk when he first

walked into the situation room.

He could�ve pocketed the awl,

and then later placed it in the launcher.

But, sir, Mr. Hogan was nowhere near

the ball launcher when it went off.

He didn�t need to be.

He could have activated it with one of his crutches.

Same features, different hair.

That�s him. Frank Hogan is Quentin Klaxon.

Oh, dear lord. Frank Hogan tried to kill me.

And now he�s leaving town.

No, I don�t think so.

A man that filled with hatred

isn�t going to leave the job unfinished.

Mr. Mank could be in danger.

Where is he now?

I-I remember him saying something

about the sunset at the bluffs.

Right. Constable, with me.

It�s quite a good drawing, sir.

(insects chirping)

Mank.

What are you doing here?

You still don�t recognize me.

I had thought of all the people,

you might be the one to actually remember.

(distant screaming)

(groaning)

Please...

(gasps)

Oh, God. Ah! I�m sorry.

(debris collapsing)

(groans)

(grunting)

You. You�re alive.

That�s right.

I didn�t think you could be saved.

You didn�t even try.

Because I had to save myself,

but it has weighed on me every day since.

Well, you won�t have to worry about that for much longer.

Put down the gun, Mr. Klaxon.

No. He has to pay for what he did.

He left me to die. They all left me to die!

It�s okay, Detective. I deserve it.

(gun clicking) - Now.

(electric zap)

(grunt)

(thud)

(light piano music)

(reel whirring)

What�d you think?

Uh...

It really was quite... something.

So, you liked it then?

The camera work was fantastic.

Well, that settles it. It�s for the wastepaper basket.

What? Why?

No one mentions the camera work

in a moving picture unless it�s a total stinker.

There�s no future in these real-life stories, anyway.

The public wants fiction.

And I�m going to give it to them.

You mean I have more Adventures of Agnes

to look forward to? - Oh, no.

Tanner�s Triumphs.

A serial about Miss Tanner?

Uh, a more fashionable, sophisticated, adventurous,

but still blind, Miss Tanner. Played bymoi.

Anywho, must dash.

I�m meeting a scriptwriter to discuss a first installment.

Well, so much for my new career, I suppose.

(Ruth): Ah, you want my autograph.

The camera work really was quite good.

(Ruth): Anything for a fan.

Oh, Miss Berger.

Yes, Detective.

Um, do you have ambitions beyond the Morality Department?

Oh, what do you mean?

You did quite a bit more

than the research that was asked of you.

I didn�t mean to overstep.

Oh, no. I-I�m-I�m grateful. I�m grateful that you did.

Oh, it was nothing compared to the dangerous sort of work

you and the constables do.

You might be surprised by how much of police work

is quite the opposite.

Would you be interested in doing more of this work,

should the need arise?

I would like that very much.

Oh! Good. Good.

Well, then, consider this desk yours.

My own desk?

(soft music)

(exhales deeply)

Thank you, Detective.

(intriguing music)

(distant horse neighing)

(door opens and closes)

All right, Teddy. Carpe diem.

Ah!

Ah, ah, no!

(sighs)

(theme music)

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