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I'm not sure about this, Peregrine.

It's a lovely night.

It would be a shame to ruin it.

You told me you wanted to come out here.

- I did.
- But now you want to leave, and

we have hardly gotten settled.

Please, can we just go home?

After a kiss.

See?

It's not so bad, is it?

- Something's moving.
- Just the earth.

Please, I would like you to stop.

(gasps)

What do you want?

- Aaaaah!
- (gasps)

- Don't!
- (growls softly)

You there!

- Get away from her! Aaaaaah!
- (loud thudding)

(growling softly)

- Are you alright?
- Yes.

My God! That was the Lurker!

Do you think he might be coming back?

And he was wearing shaded spectacles?

- That shielded his eyes.
- They were so unusual...

But you said it happened at night.

Why would he wear shaded
spectacles at night?

Suffering from some insidious
disease, I'd imagine.

He was snarling like
some kind of animal.

And he compromised this
young lady's honour!

- Well, I'm not so sure about that.
- He did.

I was there.

Where does he live?

Huh... If we knew that, we'd
have arrested him by now.

Are you certain it was him?

The Lurker hasn't been seen in weeks.

Of course we're certain.

Yes, it was the Lurker.

Has he accosted many women?

There have been a few incidents.

Is he always so... amorous?

Well, that's hard to say.

Usually he just swans about thieving.

This was no mere swanning about.

He attacked us and we
demand his apprehension.

And we will do all that we can...

What the devil is that, George?

The Inspector gets back
today. I had it made specially.

- A football pitch?
- It is a cake

befitting a champion.

You will, I hope, begin
looking for the Lurker

once you've had your tea?

I told you I would, sir.

- The Lurker's back?
- Apparently.

But he has caused no real harm.

No real harm?

He insulted this young lady's honour!

Well... It wasn't that bad.

Just do something about it!

So the Lurker has made his return.

It appears so. The new
report matches the old ones.

Distinctive hat, long dark
cape, shaded spectacles.

An unusual choice of attire.

Sir, they also said he
snarled like an animal.

I'm sure that's just
a fanciful addition.

Two witnesses both claim it's true.

First report in three weeks?

Let's hope this isn't the start

of another series of nightly incidents.

Please give me all the
information we have on him.

- Sir.
- The Inspector's coming!

- Yes!
- (all clapping and cheering)

Thanks, lads. Thank you, thank you.

Congratulations, sir!

A Champion in our midst, lads!

(applause)

Well, the Yanks gave
us all we could handle

but the Galt lads gave it back.

World Champions, sir.

Well, you can hardly be
considered World Champions

if England doesn't show up.

But the gold medal was
well earned none the less.

Sir, did you see the Louisiana
Purchase Exposition by chance?

They call it the World's Fair, Murdoch.

And it was glorious.

All the wonders of the world were there.

1500 buildings and exhibitions.

200 000 people a day. You've
never seen such a crowd!

They reenacted a battle from
the Boer War twice a day.

I saw a Pygmy.

A Pygmy, sir?

Little chap from Africa.

Didn't care much for the way he
treated him, so I set him free.

You set him free?

Well, he was out for a couple of
days before he was apprehended...

But it seemed he had a jolly
good time while he was out.

Learned something scientific
there as well, Murdoch.

- Oh you did, sir?
- An apple a day

keeps the doctor away.
You ever hear that?

No. No, I haven't.

Though it seems sound advice.

- The apple is a rich source of...
- Yes, yes. No need to go on, Murdoch.

I'm prepared to accept it as fact.

Good Lord!

You go to an event like the World's Fair

and you realize that the world
is a marvelous bloody place.

My life's half over,

and I've barely even
scratched the surface.

Sir, did you see Thomas Edison's

steel-nickel battery by chance?

Apparently it's set to
revolutionize the way

- that power is harnessed...
- Shame! I missed that one.

Oh! Oh, well.

Well, I suppose we
should get back to it.

So, what's been going on around here?

It seems the Lurker has resurfaced.

- The Lurker?
- Yes.

The incidents began a few weeks ago,

shortly before you left for St. Louis.

- What's he do? Just lurk?
- Petty theft, destruction of property...

- The tempting of women...
- It that all?

Do you think we're wasting
time on a good luck Charlie?

Well, sir, as with any criminal,

the severity of his
crimes could increase.

At any rate,

it's good to have you back.

- Put the kettle on, Crabtree.
- Sir.

(chatter)

Constable Crabtree!

I hear the Lurker is back.

I keep my ear to the ground.

You'd think a police force should
be able to track down a lunatic.

Well, one could say the same about
a clever journalist, Miss Cherry.

So you'll admit I'm clever?

If you hear of anything, Constable,

my readers would love to know.

I'll certainly keep you in mind.

I surely hope you do.

(sights)

(cheering)

And the gold medal
is awarded to Canada!

(loud applause)

Welcome to the 1904 World Fair!

(Brackenreid): The world's
the wildest bloody place.

I saw a pigmy, a little
chap from Africa.

My life's half over and I've
barely scratched the surface.

He doesn't like to lurk far.

All of the incidents have occurred

in this small area east of Yonge Street.

(laughing)

Every available constable should
be patrolling these streets.

- And be sure...
- (laughing loudly)

... sure that everyone
has his description.

Excuse me.

- ... in their hands.
- (loud laughter)

- Stop it! Stop it!
- Sir?

- James Pendrick!
- Murdoch.

What's so amusing?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

- What are you doing here?
- I just popped in to see

- my old friend Tommy Two Cakes.
- I told you about that...

You like the name fine enough.

I ran into James at the World's Fair.

- He showed me around.
- Not as much as you did me.

Your Inspector is a
man of great appetite.

- I see.
- You're no slouch yourself.

- Thank you, Tom.
- But there is something...

- Yes?
- Do you have my swords?

- Swords?
- Yes, I had Tom bring back a pair

of antique Japanese Katana
Swords from St. Louis.

Ah, yes. The weapons used

by the Samurai during
the Muromachi Period.

Oh yes, very good, Murdoch. Very good.

Do you have them?

They're at home. I'll
bring them in tomorrow.

Right then James, it's six o'clock.

- You know what that means?
- I certainly do.

Time for the pub!

Only a few, Tom. I've
a busy night tonight.

- - Never more than a few, James.
- I've heard that one before.

Oh, Murdoch, would you care to join us?

Oh!

I really should...

Why not?

I just wish I had time to see
everything the fair had to offer.

You might have,

had you not spent so much
time on Mr. Ferris' wheel.

- It was like flying.
- Man's achievements,

when gathered together,
are an impressive sight.

You can say that again, James.

Those Egyptians were a clever bunch.

I never knew that about them.

We flew.

I'm sorry, Murdoch?

We flew. Over the falls.
That was something.

Yes. Yes, of course.

You know what is
interesting, Thomas, is that,

Egyptians aside, the most impressive
achievements on view at the Fair

have come into being
in the last ten years.

- We are in the Age of Invention, James.
- Indeed we are. Another?

Yes. Just call me Ten Tankard Tommy.

- Ten Tankard Tommy.
- (laughing)

Is there something
troubling you, William?

No.

I heard James Pendrick
dropped by the station today.

He did.

You should have brought him home.

Oh, I think he's out with the Inspector.

- The Inspector?
- Hmm.

The two of them have seemed
to have struck up a friendship

since spending time together in
St. Louis at the world's fair.

That's what's troubling you?

- (cheeful music)
- (chatter)

(exclaiming and whistling)

And apparently, he shields his
eyes with shaded spectacles.

Well, I would think
he could be a revenant,

but he seems more intent
on locking lips with women

than any real violence.

Sounds to me like this Lurker
is just looking for a good time.

Nina, he's a monster
straight out of Stevenson.

Just because a man has lust in his heart

doesn't make him evil, George.

Everyone has two sides
to them. Look around.

These men have their
vices but it doesn't mean

they don't lead good lives.

And I suppose I have to
count myself among them.

But some men don't have a dark
side. And I think that's admirable.

It's what we should at
least be striving for.

I certainly hope not.

Why's that?

If people strove for that,
where would my business be?

Oh! You won't believe what happened!

The Lurker attacked me
on my way to the club.

- The Lurker?
- It surely was.

He's not lurking anymore, though.

After I stabbed him with
my hatpin, he just ran away.

I said he ran away!

He's long gone by now.

I hope you can catch him quickly
before he does something serious.

(water lapping)

(growling)

Hello?

(distant growling)

Hello?

(snoring)

Thomas!

(annoyed sigh)

Thomas, why are you
sleeping down here again?

- (terrified scream)
- (growling)

Bloody old bugger!

You there!

- Thomas! Thomas!
- It's all right.

It's all right. He's gone. He's gone.

- (frightened sobs)
- He's gone. It's okay.

It's all right.

Miss Hall said she fended
him off with a hatpin

so he can't be any real threat.

- The man's a bloody menace.
- Sir?

- Last night. In my home. The Lurker.
- No!

Yes. He broke into my own bloody house.

Scared Margaret half to death.

Sir, are you quite
sure it was the Lurker?

Of course it was the Lurker.
I saw him with my own eyes.

What did he look like?

- Like a damned beast!
- A beast, sir?

Like an animal? Or a man possessed?

Or a creature bearing no resemblance
to any earthly species whatsoever?

I don't know, Crabtree.
I didn't see his face.

But he sounded like a slavering monster.

(phone ringing)

- Sir, are you sure about this?
- Constable Crabtree.

Sausages?

Gerard Waldkirch, known by all

as the Sausage King. A popular chap.

Well, they did name him King.

Cause of death was a
very deep knife wound.

Thin blade.

- Did anyone see the incident?
- Two witnesses, sir.

Neither could give much of a
description, but it was the Lurker.

- Why say that?
- Sir,

they described seeing a
man cloaked in darkness

who snarled like an animal.

- Well... You know what this means, George.
- Yes, sir.

The Lurker has moved up to murder.

Constables have interviewed all of
the neighboors, and shop keepers.

The victim was known to all,

- yet no one emerged as a suspect.
- The man had a busy night.

A murder, the Star Room,

and he broke into my own bloody house.

All we know is that
the incidents continue

to occur in a concentrated area.

I'll talk to Station House
3 and get more Constables.

He was about to attack my wife, Murdoch.

We're catching him tonight.

Mr. Pendrick?

- Gentlemen.
- James! What are you doing here?

It's about this unfortunate
murder, I'm afraid.

There's somebody I'd like you to meet.

This is Ashmi, my assistant.

- A woman?
- Always a woman, Tom.

Ashmi saw the Sausage
King only yesterday,

in my laboratory.

What was he doing in your laboratory?

I hate being interrupted
by time-wasting meals.

Ashmi has our lunches brought in.

The Sausage King delivers
them directly to us.

I see.

Did he do or say anything of interest?

Only this.

That someone had
recently damaged his cart.

Vandalism?

He said a man was "out to get him."

He was murdered on Parliament Street.

Were either of you in
that area late last night?

In a sense. We were in the
laboratory, working till dawn.

Do you often work through the night?

We are conducting a series of
highly technical experiments.

I take copious notes on everything.

The way you are looking at me

is both flattering and uncomfortable.

Now, Tom. I'll need those swords.

Oh! Bollocks, I forgot.

We should go to my house.

You keep the Katana swords
in an unsecured location?

This is a police officer's abode.

It's as secure as a pharaoh's tomb.

Oh. I see.

Having said that...

The bloody Lurker.

They've gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Tom, those swords were important!

Then you should have told me they were.

Besides, they weren't the
only things that were stolen.

They were the only things
of mine that were stolen.

They're were only a couple
of bloody old swords.

And replicas, if I remember correctly.

It's not the swords I'm concerned
about. It's what was in the case.

Was I smuggling something for you?

Well, not exactly smuggling, no.

Then what, exactly, was I doing for you?

Well, yes, it was a form
of smuggling, all right.

I'm a police officer! Bloody hell!

Always with the "bloody hell",
Tom! You're a better man than that.

And it was the fact that
you're a police officer

that I felt it was safe with you.

It?

What it?

A container of an herb called guarana.

But not ordinary guarana.

- Well, that clears things up.
- Ordinary guarana is found

throughout South America.

This particular strain is only
found in the lowlands of Panama.

Nearly unobtainable.

Whoever stole it knew
exactly what he was after.

And he may have followed
us from St. Louis.

What's so special about it?

Do you want the short
answer or the long one?

I think we should get
Murdoch involved in this.

You're probably right.

Gentlemen, welcome to my new laboratory.

As you can see I have a team
of people helping my pursuits.

Ashmi, of course, helps
me with my research.

This is my lab man, he
keeps the place tip-top.

The man at the piano there is an
expert in mechanical engineering.

He says music is the food
of thought or some nonsense.

Anyway, he's terribly good,
so I'm hardly complaining.

This is Dr. Karlsson.

Physicist. Swedish.

Have you ever had a
Swedish massage, Tom?

No.

Anytime you like, Inspector.

Well, I've been feeling
a little bit pinched...

- Can we get to the point...
- Ah, thank the Lord!

I am famished.

A new dish for you
tonight, Mr. Pendrick.

- Nice to have your business again.
- Yes. Well,

with the demise of the King... Now,

Murdoch, are you familiar
with the herb guarana?

No, I'm not.

Good Lord. That's a first.

Guarana is an herb that has been known

to help the addled mind
focus. It is readily available.

If so, why steal it from you?

The particular strain I'm interested in

has demonstrated remarkable
qualities. It is a super guarana.

Found only in the swamplands of Panama.

I arranged to purchase
a small quantity of it,

but I was not the only interested party.

And my competitors would do
anything to take it from me.

That's why you arranged
for the Inspector

to transport it here.

An action for which I
have already apologized.

Now, Murdoch, it is imperative that
you apprehend this Lurker of yours

and return the guarana
to its rightful owner.

Why's it so important to you?

In combination with a
formulation that I have created,

I believe I can exponentially expand
a human being's intellectual capacity.

- You can make a bloke smarter.
- Exactly.

What's the formulation?

It is a carefully-calibrated
concoction of Khat, Ephedra sinica,

phenyl-isopropylamine and a
number of other substances.

I call it "jumper."

Is this a helicopter?

- A hovering platform?
- Yes.

I have hundreds more.
None of them finished.

One of the unfortunate
side effects of my jumper

is that my mind tends
to dart from place...

An automated pancake maker?

Not one of my finest hours.

Needless to say all my
other ideas are brilliant.

But sadly, they are incomplete.

And you need the guarana
to make them complete?

Very good, Tom. My
formulation expands the mind,

- the guarana helps focus it.
- What's in your formulation?

Always the skeptic.

Merely curious is all.

Oh no!

Oh, dear God, no!

It's gone! Ashmi!

- Yes, Mr. Pendrick?
- Where is it?

- Who's been in my safe?
- No one. No one but you.

It was sitting here open when I got here

and I was not the one to open it.

Tom,

Murdoch... You have to find them.

If my formulation and the guarana

fall into the wrong hands...
whoever stole them could become

the most dangerous maniac
the world has ever seen!

(Murdoch): The "most
dangerous maniac"

may be a bit of an overstatement.

Be that as it may, do
you think he's right?

That our killer and his
thief are one and the same?

It's possible.

We have to assume whoever
stole the swords from your home

- also broke into Mr. Pendrick's lab.
- So it was the Lurker.

Witnesses believe the Lurker and
the killer are one and the same.

My question is,

what's the connection between
Mr. Pendrick's research

- and the sausage vendor?
- Maybe he witnessed the robbery.

Or maybe the killer
just didn't like him.

Or maybe the Lurker's just
some complete bloody madman.

Well, there is one factor
from which we can work.

The thief had to have knowledge
of Mr. Pendrick's experiments.

- One of his assistants.
- We'll send George down there

to make a list of everyone
who's set foot in that building

in the past few weeks. If any of
them has a connection to the victim,

I believe we'll have our Lurker.

Tissue.

He fought back.

Our attacker should be bearing wounds.

Mr. Waldkirch's
injuries are quite minor.

Save the knife blade through his heart.

Of course.

So it was a knife, then?

It appears so.

Could it have been a sword?

Miss James?

- I'd say it's possible.
- Hmm.

(chatter)

- (cheerful music)
- (whistling)

- And is he a murderer now?
- That seems to be the case.

Good Lord! He attacked Lydia.

- She was able to fend him off...
- This time.

And that doesn't let
the police off the hook.

Don't worry, we'll catch him.

I hope so.

- (muffled screaming)
- (cheerful music)

Aaaaah! It's the Lurker!

- (growling)
- Oy! You stop there!

(worried exclamations)

(glass breaking)

James Pendrick?

Theft, harassement, murder.

And to think we had the
Lurker right under our noses

the entire time.

- (sights)
- Do not sit down!

How could you hide this from us?

And break into my own bloody house.

You don't understand.

The man you arrested last night, that...

that wasn't me.

It wasn't you?

The truth is that my formulation
produces side effects.

After the jumpers wear off,
I fall into a deep sleep.

At that point, I apparently
lose all control over myself.

And I have no idea it's happening.

You don't remember a thing?

Not a moment of it.

You're claiming you had no idea

that you were the Lurker until
you awoke in our cells today?

Well...

the notion had crossed my mind.

- You never said anything.
- I wasn't sure!

Believe me, I'm as confused as anyone.

From time to time, I
would awake with bruises,

surrounded by items

I had supposedly stolen.

Yet you kept taking the drug.

It's clear I've misbehaved.

And it's clear I have much
work to do on my formulation

before it's safe for consumption. But

none of this makes me your killer.

When you were apprehended last night,

your behaviour and your attire
matched the witnesses' description.

Yes, but why would I steal from myself?

The guarana, my formulation,
somebody took it.

Whoever stole it could have imbibed it.

Or there is no thief.

Right.

What motive would an
international pharmaceutical thief

have to murder a sausage vendor?

- What motivation would I have?
- I don't know.

But you knew him and you lied to us!

- I've been entirely truthful.
- No, you haven't.

You lied to us just now.

You say your formulation was stolen,

- yet you had a dose last night.
- No. It was stolen.

I keep a vial in reserve.

I suppose you should keep it.

Mr. Pendrick, may I see your right hand?

Appears I've been pricked by something.

A hatpin, perhaps.

Please remove your shirt.

Here?

There were no scratches
on him. There you have it.

There could be another explanation

for the tissue under
the victim's fingernails.

But sir, we know Pendrick is the Lurker.

He could very well be the killer.

How can you be so sure?

Although we didn't know it at
the time, he offered us an alibi

- for the night of the murder.
- That's right.

His assistant said he
was in his lab all night.

- Which we know was a lie.
- Do we?

- Yes, sir.
- He was stabbed with a hatpin

outside the burlesque that very night.

I was not completely truthful
in my earlier statement.

Did you see Mr. Pendrick leave
the laboratory last night?

No. I went home to
sleep before midnight.

I was gone for some
hours. When I came back,

he was in the laboratory, sound asleep.

- I assumed he hadn't left.
- But he could have.

I was only trying to protect James.

The world will suffer

if his work is not allowed to continue.

Please stay nearby in case
we have further questions.

Any chance the murder weapon could
still be around, do you think?

It wouldn't hurt to look.

Oh, I don't know,
Murdoch. It makes no sense

that a man would steal from himself.

That means someone else could
have taken Pendrick's jumpers.

And that person could be the killer.

Sir, our constables are
interviewing all of his employees.

If none of them have a
connection to the victim,

I'm afraid we are
without another suspect.

This one's locked.

- I could try to pick it...
- Forget that.

- Those are...
- Pendrick's swords.

He really did steal them from himself.

We should get them down to the morgue.

One of them could be the murder weapon.

George Crabtree!

Just the man to give me
the latest on the Lurker.

Louise's Latest on the Lurker.

That's clever, I'll give you that.

You could make a daily column of it.

Terrific idea. But then
I'd have to come down here

every day to get the
scoop. Can you imagine,

the two of us running into
one another every single day?

Oh no, it would be utterly miserable.

Hello, George.

- Ready for lunch?
- Oh, Nina! Yes, of course.

- Hello.
- Louise Cherry, Toronto Gazette.

I'll leave you be.

A bientôt, Constable.

- A new friend, George?
- More of a nuisance, if anything.

I mean, all reporters
are a bit of a nuisance,

- but Louise in particular...
- Yet you call her by her first name.

I call my Uncle Jerry by his first name.

That doesn't mean he's not a royal pain.

I must say, it's hard to believe

after all these years James Pendrick

may really be a killer.

There was no blood on the swords.

But if one of them matches the wound...

You see, I feel like we've
had this conversation before.

Every time his guilt seems unassailable,

it turns out that
he's actually innocent.

Well, we know that Pendrick
is the Lurker, that's a fact.

And the only other explanation is that

someone followed him
here from St. Louis,

stole his concoction, and
killed a sausage vendor.

- It does seem far-fetched.
- Dammit!

- Sir?
- There's no point denying it any more.

The man's a killer. I thought
I knew him but I was blinded

- with his bloody charm.
- I will say, in my experience,

no intoxicating substance can
change a man's personality.

It simply brings out one's
true colors more vividly.

Then the Lurker must be a bloody
delight. And a filthy liar.

The Lurker does display
much of James Pendrick's

- "carpe-diem" personality.
- Precisely.

So the question is, does
James Pendrick truly have

in his heart the desire to kill a man?

I don't think anyone knows
what's in this man's heart.

One minute he's a friend and the next

he's attacking my wife.

I wish I could be dissuaded, Julia.

But the evidence is damning

and the alternative
explanation is preposterous.

Yes. Well,

- gentlemen, are you ready to hear my findings?
- Go on then.

This sword might be the murder weapon.

Might be?

I wish I could answer more conclusively.

But the attack was made in a frenzy.

The stab wounds are not clean,

so I can't determine exactly
the width of the blade.

If only Mr. Pendrick had some memory

of the night in question.

Maybe he does.

What's this about, Tom?

That's Inspector to you, Pendrick.

Found in your laboratory.

I've been stealing from myself.

Where's the guarana?

Inside the flap.

And what of my formulation?

Have I been stealing that as well?

No sign of it.

- Though I suspect you'll know where it is.
- And you can tell us.

Right after you tell
us you're the murderer.

I can't confess to what I don't recall.

No.

But if you don't remember,

maybe the Lurker will.

You want me to take my jumper?

It may be a fruitless endeavour,

but perhaps once you
turn back into the Lurker,

you will have the Lurker's memories.

And then we can question
you about the murder.

And get your confession.

All right.

If I'm guilty, then I
deserve to be punished.

One request...

May I have a pencil and paper?

This may be the last chance
I get to take my jumper

and enjoy the hour of great
productivity it provide.

It would be a shame to waste it.

Bottoms up.

When will the hanging be?

The man hasn't even been
brought before a judge yet, sir.

Well, then, when will he
be brought before a judge?

As I said, we are happy to testify.

Is that him right there?

Just out in the open?

How long has he been at it?

We gave him the formulation
over an hour ago.

It's remarkable.

There's no doubting
his drug is powerful.

How long do you think he'll be out for?

I have no idea.

Well, let me know when he wakes up.

(growls)

Julia...

(coughs)

Oh.

Hello. I'm sorry, it seems...

Well,

it seems that whatever
was meant to happen

hasn't come to pass.

- Bollocks.
- What do we do now?

We wait. Julia!

(furious growl)

- (growling)
- Pendrick!

Mr. Pendrick, we're trying to help you!

- Stop!
- (growling)

Oh...

James, stop this!

Give yourself up.

I'm sorry, Inspector.

I believe I have the right to remain...

- violent.
- Oooh!

Aren't you lovely?

(muffled exclamation)

- Please, just wait here.
- I've had better.

(growls in pain)

Get out of the bloody way!

What have we done?

Sir, we've let a murderer go free.

Sir,

any sign of Pendrick?

He knows we're looking for him.

Maybe he's already fled the city.

We should search his laboratory.

Jackson was there. No luck.

He wouldn't risk getting
caught by going back to his lab.

Sir, if Pendrick is leaving town,

he wouldn't leave
without all his research.

- Maybe you're right.
- (woman screaming)

Find out what that's
about. I'll handle the lab.

(frightened screams)

Madam! What is it?

- The Lurker! It was the Lurker!
- Where did he go?

Down the alley.

Constable, take this woman's statement.

Pendrick!

Pendrick! Stop!

Mr. Pendrick, you're
under arrest for murder.

Mr. Pendrick. Nice to
have your business again.

You killed the sausage vendor.

Of course.

Just as surely as I'll kill you.

(angry shouting)

James Pendrick!

Give yourself up.

Stay away.

We don't have to do this, James.

I'm not James Pendrick, I'm the Lurker!

- (swords clanging)
- (both groaning)

- (laughing)
- (swords clanging)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily) James...

It's me, Tommy Two Cakes.

- Don't do this. You're not a killer.
- Pendrick! Stop!

(breathing heavily)

Well done, sir.

- Are you all right?
- Never in doubt, Murdoch.

Well, sir, it would appear that
James Pendrick is not our killer.

Maybe not.

But he came bloody close.

- (quiet chatter)
- (horse neighing)

James Pendrick, exonerated again.

I'm rather surprised
he was given little more

- than a slap on the wrist, sir.
- He didn't kill anybody.

No, he didn't,

but he is responsible for
several counts of petty theft,

harassment, groping...

He even broke into your house, sir.

All in the name of science.

I thought you'd appreciate that.

- Indeed.
- So.

What happened to the international thief

who followed Pendrick from St. Louis?

There was no such man.

So it was just some restaurant man

in a spat with a sausage vendor.

Rather prosaic when you put it that way.

How did he even know about
Pendrick's bloody jumpers?

Pendrick had been
bragging about them openly.

I suppose the man thought
that they would help him

to figure out how to win
back business that he'd lost

to the Sausage King.

After all that,

a man was killed for
having delicious sausages.

Also prosaic.

Well, the man's motives
may not have been inspiring,

but we are left with quite a story
to write up in the reports, sir.

We've got a lot of paperwork to do?

Yes.

(sights)

(phone ringing)

Inspector Brackenreid.

Ah, James!

Of course. We'll be right there.

Murdoch, grab your hat.

The combination of my
formulation and the guarana

has produced remarkable results.

Has it stopped the side effects?

I don't know, I haven't tried it.

But my tests have revealed that
something far greater is at hand.

Well, don't keep us waiting.

I took a small dose of
my original formulation

and added the guarana.

But quite by accident, I
combined them in a petri dish

that was home to a small
family of gastrotrichs.

Tom, please, have a look.

What are they? Worms?

Gastrotrichs are organisms that
reside in the benthic zon...

So basically worms.

- Yes, sir.
- What they are is not important.

Gastrotrichs ordinarily
live less than 72 hours.

I gave these the formulation a week ago.

Impossible...

They've already lived
twice their natural lifespan

and they're as lively as ever.

What, you think you've found
a way to forestall death?

Yes, Tom, I believe I have.

The proverbial Fountain of Youth

is within my grasp.

(chatter)

(horse neighing)

(speaking indistinctly)

I have had a devil of a
time finding you, Constable.

- Louise!
- You promised me the scoop on the Lurker.

That all's been over for days.

The case is closed, it's
already made it to the papers.

Yes, but I want the
story behind the story.

To tell the tale of the men
who brought him to justice.

I don't think anybody would
be too interested in that.

That's why you're not the reporter.

I'll buy you dinner

in exchange for
whatever you can tell me.

I'm not supposed to speak on the matter.

Well,

then I hope you can
speak on something else

or our dinner's going to be

awfully quiet.

Louise, I can't.

That woman from the other day?

If I've learned anything about you,

it's that you don't take no for
an answer. But in this case...

I understand.

Oh, Louise...

(sighs)

- A month ago?
- Nobody's done anything about it?

Oh, George! For you.

- From your lady friend.
- Louise?

No, your lady friend. Miss Bloom?

The gorgeous woman you're courting?

With the eyes and the hair?

Yes, Jackson. I know who
I'm courting, thank you.

I was just expecting...

George...

I don't know quite
how to put this,

except to say I'll miss you.

The twist of fate that
brought you into my life

was one of the greatest
gifts I've ever received.

But we both knew your
path wouldn't end with me.

I'm quite sure wherever
it leads will be wondrous.

Yours, Nina.

Something the matter, George?

It would appear I'm not
courting anybody anymore.

Eternal life?

Do you think it really
could be possible?

It is somewhat outlandish.

Beyond the pale, even
for James Pendrick.

If it's true, it could change the world.

Imagine all of us, living
our lives, doing our jobs,

perhaps in this very
station house, forever.

Tom!

- Murdoch!
- James!

- It's gone!
- What's gone?

The guarana, the formulation, my
research, all of it! It's gone!

Slow down. What's happened?

I left my lab last
night to get some rest.

When I returned, Ashmi had vanished.
And all my work along with her.

The fountain of youth has been stolen?

I'll never be able to
reproduce it without my notes.

She no doubt intends to sell
it to the highest bidder.

I hate to say it,

but she may have been
planning this all along.

She was very protective of you

and ensuring that your
research continued.

Blinded by beauty yet again.

She must be stopped.

If she left last night, she could
be in another country by now.

She surely is. But she made one mistake.

A letter addressed to Ashmi.

From Panama City.

You think that's where she's gone?

- For more of that guarana.
- Precisely.

My work is the gun, but the
guarana is the ammunition.

If she controls both,

there is no limit to
what people will pay.

And no limit to the villainy
of the potential buyers.

Then what are you waiting
for? She must be stopped.

I'm leaving on the next train

But it is a journey fraught with danger.

I only wish

I had a partner.

Murdoch,

tell the chief constable
I'll be taking my leave.

Oh, and you make sure you
keep an eye on the place.

Sir, are you quite sure about this?

Of course he is. It will be
the adventure of a lifetime.

Tom, the journey begins.

You'll write, won't you?

Where we're going the post
isn't exactly regular...

James...

Course I will, Margaret.

You've really lost your
head this time, Thomas.

It does promise to be quite dangerous.

If you only live once,
why not make it forever?

Come here, Margaret.

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