All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S03E08 - Future Imperfect (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

These need to go in the post
immediately.

And do you have a new pen?

This nib's all clogged up.

Ma'am, I understand.
I sympathize.

And I want you to know
I'll do everything I can

to get to the bottom
of the matter.

I'm a dog owner myself.

Anyway, you take very good care.

What was that about?

Well, sir, it seems the woman's
dog has gone missing.

Oh, and you're going to
investigate?

Well, I believe it behooves me.

Crabtree, we don't have time
to go chasing after dogs.

There are more pressing matters
to hand.

But, sir, it's not just
the one animal.

Several dogs have gone missing
from this woman's neighborhood.

It's most likely
the work of a dognapper.

Most likely the bloody things
were in heat

and have just ran off.

But, sir.

Crabtree, no wasting your time
on wild dog chases, understood?

Yes, sir.

Dognapper.

Oh, Detective,
an envelope arrived for you

a short while ago.

I couldn't help but notice
there was no return address.

Any other keen observations,
Constable?

Actually, yes, sir.

It's scented of lilac.

At least,
I believe that's lilac.

My aunt was very...

Yes, your aunt.

...fond of lilac.

"Dear Sir, you are cordially
invited to an event

that will change the future,

to be held in High Park
this evening at 7:00."

The invitation said nothing
about bringing a guest, William.

It said nothing about
not bringing one, either.

It's rather exciting,

attending an event with no idea
as to its purpose.

Or where it's to be held.

Although, I suspect
we've found it.

And you have no idea
what this is all about?

None whatsoever.

Father promised something
most astounding.

"Wouldn't miss it
for the world," he said.

Why, William, I think
every professor, doctor,

and scientist in the city
is here.

A who's who
of the intelligentsia.

Julia?

Dryus, how good to see you.

Dr. Dryus Algar,
Detective William Murdoch.

- Pleased to meet you.
- The same.

It is still doctor, isn't it?

Only in title.

I spend most of my time
these days researching.

Champagne?

I'd be delighted.

Detective?

No, thank you.

Thank you.

Detective.

I see you received
my invitation.

Mrs. Pendrick, it was you?

And I see you brought a guest.

How wonderful.

Might I ask
what this event is in honor of?

My husband
is about to make matters clear.

Ladies and gentlemen,
might I have your attention?

Good evening,
and thank you all for coming.

For those of you who don't know,
my name is James Pendrick.

Excuse me.

For some time now,

a small group of like-minded
individuals has met.

We share a common interest --
the science of eugenics.

Eugenics is the investigation
into the conditions

under which men and women
of a high type are produced.

Now, how is this to be achieved?

We know that by mating
only the best with the best,

any species grows stronger.

The principle is plainly seen
in nature

as Mr. Charles Darwin
has pointed out

in his theory of evolution.

Why then might not the same
principle be applied to mankind?

Yes, why not?

Hear, hear.

Rex, come on!

Here, Rex!
Here, Rex!

Hey, get out of that, you.

Now our humble group is asking
you, the city's leading minds,

to join us in the noble cause
of bettering the human race.

Now, the last thing
you want to do

is to hear me prattling on.

So, to explain matters further,

I have invited
a very special guest.

No less than the great author
and eugenicist,

Mr. H.G. Wells.

Julia, standing with
Mr. Wells, isn't that...

My sister, Ruby.
Yes.

Rex, come on!

Hey, come back here!

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

It is my distinct pleasure
to have been invited here --

Aah!

Oh, my!

Drop it.

George, we'll need to organize
a search

in case there are
more appendages.

I'll have the men get some
grappling hooks in the water

straightaway.

How unexpected
to find you here, Ruby.

I hoped my arrival
would be a surprise,

but it would seem
I've been upstaged.

I thought you were still
traveling around the world

and writing about Harry Houdini.

A fascinating young man,

but it was time to return
to my work with Mr. Wells.

Oh, Bertie.

Your work.
Of course.

Bertie, there's someone
I'd like you to meet.

No need for introductions.

Miss Julia Ogden, I presume.

Charmed.

Why, the same.

There you are, Doctor.

The, uh, appendage
is now all yours.

Of course.

If you'll excuse me.

Certainly.

Hello, again, Miss Ogden.

Detective Murdoch,
please meet Mr. H.G. Wells.

Yes, of course.

It's a pleasure.
I am a fan.

As am I of you.

Ruby has told me
all about your exploits.

- Oh. Has she?
- Indeed.

I'm afraid I can't give you an
accurate time of death, William.

The water makes it impossible
to pinpoint.

Could the limb have been taken
from a corpse?

Say a medical cadaver?

There's very little indication
of necrosis.

It was either taken from someone
very recently deceased...

Or someone who was still alive.

If that were the case,

could they have survived
the procedure?

Not without receiving
medical attention immediately.

Yes, we checked
all the hospitals.

No one with this type of injury
was treated.

Then it's very unlikely
they lived.

Can you tell me anything else
about the... victim?

A little.
A male.

Judging by the size of the limb,
over six feet in height.

Blotchy skin suggests
someone over 50.

Given the arm hair, a blond.

Hands are smooth.

He wasn't a laborer.

Anything else?

Whoever performed
the dismemberment

may have had knowledge of
anatomy and surgical technique.

A number of the guests
at the eugenics meeting

were doctors and scientists,

who no doubt would have had
the necessary training.

I know many of them personally.

I couldn't imagine a single one
committing such a terrible act.

Yet they must be considered.

Even so, surely they would have
disposed of the limb

somewhere less obvious.

True.

It may be a coincidence.
It may not.

Thank you, Julia.

I'll begin my investigation

by searching for missing persons
matching your description.

It's intriguing -- the notion
of bettering the human race.

Hmm.

But it's as if we were
discussing a prize stallion

breeding a mare.

Not that that wouldn't be
intriguing as well.

Theoretically.

Well, husbandry has been
practiced for centuries.

Yes, it has.

Well, I must be off.

Yes.
Good evening.

Evening.

Uh, Detective?

Sir, this is
Miss Estelle Malling

and her fiancé, Tobias Allan.

Miss Malling.
Mr. Allan.

How may I be of assistance?

It seems Miss Malling's father,
Linus, has gone missing.

Linus Malling?
The barrister?

Yes.

He didn't return home
last night.

Estelle, I'm sure there's
a simple explanation.

Miss Malling, could you describe
your father to me?

He's 54.

Tall.

6'2".

Blond?

Why, yes.

Do you know something
of his whereabouts, Detective?

While I cannot be certain,

I'm afraid it's possible
I have some disturbing news.

Please start from the beginning,
Miss Malling.

I last saw Father yesterday
morning after breakfast,

when he left for his office
as he always does.

Was anything troubling him?

Nothing.

The only thing bothering him
was a cold.

His head was stuffed terribly.

We should have known something
was wrong

when he failed to attend
the eugenics meeting.

He would have never missed
the affair.

Oh?
Why not?

After all of his years in court,

Linus was a firm believer

in the need to rid the human
race of criminal behavior.

And he saw eugenics
as a means to that end?

He felt that could
only be achieved

by never allowing criminals
to breed again.

I take it you both adhere
to this belief.

It's only logical.

Did Mr. Malling have
any enemies?

Well, there were
disgruntled clients.

But that's to be expected
with any lawyer.

Any recent arguments?

Now that you mention it,

I overheard Father quarreling
in his study.

With whom?

The head
of the Eugenics Society.

- James Pendrick, eh?
- Yes.

And given my suspicion
of his involvement

in the art heist and murders --

A suspicion harbored
only by you.

Yes,
but Mr. Pendrick may have --

Yes, yes, yes, orchestrated
the theft for his own benefit.

Murdoch,
the man saved your life.

And in doing so prevented me
from discovering

who was actually behind
the Rembrandt affair.

The simple answer
is staring you in the face.

Linus Malling represented
a lot of bad apples.

Most likely, one of them
didn't approve of his defense.

Perhaps, but I would venture
few of them

had the skills necessary
to dismember the victim.

Point taken.

And you must allow it is odd

Mr. Pendrick's name
would come up again.

Fine.
Look into Pendrick, as well.

But I'll tell you what's odd.

It's this whole
eugenics business.

Pure bloodlines?

We already practice it.

Now, if that's bettering
the human race,

I want no part of it.

Matches, matches.

George, I take it nothing
was found at the pond?

Not yet, sir.

But the lads still have
a ways to go.

Very well.

In the meantime,
find out all you can

about Linus Malling's
recent cases.

And see if anyone had made
any threats toward the man.

Sir, right away.

Oh, Inspector,
might I have a word?

Not the bloody dognappings
again.

Well, sir, I've looked into
the matter further

and I've determined
that all the victims --

Victims?

Sir, all the victims are either
purebreds or with pup.

Now --

Crabtree, I don't want you
investigating these dognappings.

Is that clear?

Matches, matches.

Transparently.

Detective Murdoch.

I'm pleased to see
the constabulary

has assigned such a competent
officer to the case.

I'll try to be brief,
Mr. Pendrick.

I understand you had words
last week with Mr. Malling.

Linus?

Strange. What has he got to do
with matters?

My God, it was his arm.

I believe so.

Please answer the question.

Are you suggesting that I had
something to do with this?

Yes, yes, you are.

Why, this is preposterous.
I would never --

The question remains unanswered.

Very well.

We had a disagreement.

Linus is --

Linus was a real
stick-in-the-mud

when it came to matters
regarding science and eugenics.

Science?

Do you know what
transformationism is, Detective?

It's the heart of
the evolutionary argument --

that a species, over many
generations, can be modified.

Very good.

I'm a firm believer
in transformationism.

I'm also convinced that
by applying modern science --

surgery, chemistry --

what took nature millions
of years to accomplish,

we can achieve
in a single generation.

The means to do so don't exist.

Yet.

But it's only a matter of time.

To that end, I fund
many scientific projects.

A better man
is within our grasp.

I take it Mr. Malling disagreed
with you.

Linus felt selective breeding

was the only means
of achieving our goal.

So you quarreled about this?

Quarreled?

It was merely a healthy
discourse, nothing more.

I would never have harmed Linus.

And I'm to simply take your word
for this?

The criminal act is a blemish
I intend not to perpetuate,

but remove from society.

I share your goal, sir.

I'll see myself out.

Yes, please do.

Detective.

Is this a social call?

I'll leave that to your husband
to explain, Mrs. Pendrick.

Mm, how cryptic.

Nevertheless,
I trust you will be attending

our rescheduled
eugenics meeting.

I've not been invited.

An oversight on James' part.

No doubt.

Well, consider this
a personal invitation.

Then I wouldn't dream
of missing it.

Excellent.

No, you heard me correctly.

I'm in need
of an adult male brain.

Yes, they're difficult to find,
I understand.

Yes.

Why, thank you.

Dr. Ogden?

Mr. Wells, I didn't hear you.

Oh, there is no need
for apologies.

Whatever brings you
to my cheery little office?

I came to personally invite you
to hear my address.

Rescheduled for this evening.

Well, thank you, but I'm afraid
I'm rather busy with work.

I would be grateful if you could
find the time to attend.

Well, then, I shall be there.

Very good.

Is there something else,
Mr. Wells?

Yes.

I find you most intriguing,
Julia.

Your accomplishments --
astounding.

I see.

Well, the most interesting Ogden
is my sister.

Clearly, all of the Ogden women
are of fine stock.

Mr. Wells, you're being
far too forward.

What would Ruby think?

Oh, she would not mind.

She had no objections
to my marriage.

You have a wife?

Second wife, actually.

But let's leave that for later,
shall we?

Later?

Until then.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Detective Murdoch.

Miss Ogden.
What brings you here?

Why, you, of course.

Me?

I'm looking for another piece
to write

and thought perhaps
an expose on true crime

might interest the public.

Rather dull, I should think.

Not with an intriguing hero.

Miss Ogden --

Ruby, please.

Ruby.

I must remind you
of what happened

when you inserted yourself
in the Houdini case.

I found the affair
most titillating.

Yes, I'm sure you did.

Nevertheless,
I fear I must decline.

But, William --

Excuse me, sir, ma'am.

Sir, the men may have found
something at the pond.

Right.
Please excuse me.

Of course.

The men were about to give up

when the grappling hooks
finally snagged something, sir.

Good work, constables.

The sacks are very heavy.

Weighted down with rocks,
no doubt.

Most likely.
Let's have a look, shall we?

What have we here, Detective?

Oh.

Thank you.

This should help.

The inspector's private stock.

I'm simply mortified.

Fainting like a schoolgirl.

Why, the things I've seen
and done.

Yes, well, perhaps
if you had heeded my request,

none of this
would have happened.

There is no need to scold me.

A scolding is what you deserve.

I specifically asked you
not to insert yourself

in any of my cases.

Now, I'm afraid
I must insist yet again

that you refrain from doing so
in the future.

Very well.

Good.
George, have you anything?

Very little I'm afraid, sir.

The burlap sacks are common
to a dozen granaries

across the city,

and the rocks seem to be
of no evidentiary value.

I see.

Well, I'm off to the morgue.

Good day, Miss Ogden.

Detective.

If it's of any comfort,

it still turns my stomach
to see such things.

- Crabtree!
- Sir.

The alderman's foxhound
has been snatched.

I thought you were dealing
with this.

- But, sir, you said --
- No excuses.

Sort it out once and for all.

Miss Ogden.

Yes, sir.

Not to worry.

As usual, I'm one step ahead
of the inspector.

I must bid you good day,
Miss Ogden.

Time is of the essence.

I can confirm the remains

are those of Linus Malling.

And the cause of death?

Massive brain injury due to
numerous blows to the head.

Any defensive wounds?

There was no
indication of any other trauma.

He was in perfect health,

except for a great deal of mucus
in his nasal passage.

Ah, yes, his daughter mentioned

he was suffering
from a terrible head cold.

Is there something in the mucus?

Yes, I believe it's pollen.

A clue to his final hours?

Perhaps.

May I keep this?

Yes, of course.
No one else is likely to ask.

I keep returning
to the Eugenics Society.

So many in attendance
had the skills necessary

to dismember a body.

Yes, but for what
possible motive?

I'm not sure,

but I'll be paying
close attention this evening.

This evening?
At Mr. Wells' speech?

Yes.

So you know
it's been rescheduled?

Mr. Wells invited me personally.

And you?

Mrs. Pendrick.

I see.

Well, good.

Then we can attend
with one another.

Yes.
Together.

Yeah.

Shouldn't be long now, Higgins.

And you're sure
this plan will work?

Very confident.

How can you be sure
the dognapper will appear?

Well, we know he steals
expectant dogs

from this neighborhood.

I've put up fliers saying
that my dog is expecting pups

and I'm looking
to get rid of them.

All we have to do is wait.

The culprit
is as good as cuffed.

I don't know about this.

Listen, I think it'd be best
if you went home.

The inspector's been
very mercurial

about this investigation.

I don't want you getting
in trouble on my account.

You sure?

I'm positive.

Consider the dog.

Through generations
of selected breeding,

a cold-blooded killer
now guards its own prey.

Imagine if the same
could be done for mankind

what the future might entail.

Sweet mother of --

Miss Ogden!

I'm sorry I frightened you.

That's okay.

I was only frightened because
I was very intently focused

on my dog there in that moment.

But of course you were.

Perhaps some of you
are most familiar

with my most recent work,
"The Time Machine."

In it, I portray
a far-flung future filled

with the most dreadful remnants
of humanity,

monstrous products
of Darwinian evolution.

It is a cautionary tale.

The future need not be such.

If we commit to eugenics,

we can control
the evolution of mankind.

Why are you here, Miss Ogden?

Ruby, please.

I'm here because I'm intent
on writing a story

about the realities
of police investigation.

I suspect
that you're really here

to get closer
to Detective Murdoch.

How could you accuse me
of such a thing?

Why, I am cut to the quick.

Well, I'm sorry, Miss Ogden --
Ruby --

but I simply don't believe you.

- There's someone in the yard.
- What?

In the yard.

My plan has worked.

But why isn't your dog awake?

That's a very good question,

one that will be answered
in a while.

A while?

Aren't you going to arrest him?

I want him to lead me
to the rest of the animals.

I guess there's no point
in telling you to stay put.

None.

Fair enough.

Stay behind me.

Miss Malling, Mr. Allan.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Father would not want
the criminal element

dictating our lives.

The Eugenics Society,
our wedding,

everything will go ahead
as planned.

Very brave of you.

Detective, one thing occurred
to us after we had left.

It hadn't seemed important.
No raised voices or such.

Anything might help.

About a week ago, a Eugenics
Society member visited Father.

Afterwards,
Father seemed a bit off.

This Eugenics Society member,
who was he?

It was Dr. Algar.

I see.

Thank you.
Please excuse me.

Doctor, I'm so pleased
you could make it.

I found your talk
most interesting.

I would love to hear
your thoughts.

Perhaps over dinner?

Oh, well --

Doctor, Mr. Wells.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

No, not at all.
Your timing is impeccable.

There is an urgent matter
I must attend to.

Oh, well, we must be off.

Actually, it's work-related.

If it's not too much trouble,

I shall leave you
in Mr. Wells' capable hands.

No trouble at all, Detective.

I am most grateful, sir.

Good evening.

The missing dogs.

At least a number of them.

The alderman's foxhound.

And yours.

Drugged, yet unharmed.

But where is the dognapper?

There's another room.

My God, what is that?

Dogs.

Or at least parts of them.

How horrible.

Is there something
I can help you with?

Detective, I object

to the groundless treatment
I'm receiving.

Groundless?

Dr. Algar,
you have been stealing

and experimenting on dogs.

Further, I'm investigating
the murder

of a Eugenics Society member
who was expertly dismembered.

You, sir,
belong to the same society

and possess
expert surgical skills.

What possible reason
would I have to murder Linus?

You and the victim met shortly
before his death.

He was deeply upset by something
that transpired in that meeting.

That is nonsense.

Really?

Convince me.

I had no idea
the dogs were stolen.

I hired a local
to acquire them for me.

I assumed
he was doing so legally.

Most convenient.

As for my experiments,

I really don't expect you
to understand.

I believe they're in the area
of developmental biology --

the study of the embryo and
the growth of unborn organisms.

Perhaps I've misjudged you.

And I you.

Imagine being able
to predetermine

physical characteristics
in the womb.

Athletic ability,
intelligence, height,

hair and eye color.

Even gender.

In future, no sickly child

need be brought
into this world again.

You believe your work here
to be noble.

It's more than noble.
It's revolutionary.

One day, it will ensure
the very future of mankind.

Detective,
I've answered your questions.

Will you please remove these?

This is outrageous.
You have nothing.

I don't consider theft
and animal cruelty nothing.

What am I to do?

Chat with your neighbor.
Perhaps about dogs.

How'd them coppers get my name,
doc?

I don't suppose some mangy mutt
gave it to them, now, do I?

Your taste in music
has gotten better, Jules.

Less stuffy.

Thank you, I think.

You seem well.

I am well.

And Detective Murdoch -- the
eternal courtship continues?

Rather than discussing
my affairs,

I think we should talk
about yours.

Mine?

What of them?

There's no easy way to say this,

so I'm just going to
come out with it.

I believe Mr. Wells
is making advances towards me.

That's just Bertie.

Although his taste is usually
toward the less dowdy.

Ruby, you do know
the man is married?

Of course.

And that means nothing to you?

Quite the opposite.

I think it adds
a certain frisson to it all.

Oh, Jules, don't be so prudish.

Prudish?

I'm not being prudish.
I'm concerned.

For your heart, your well-being.

For such a seemingly
modern woman,

you can be decidedly
old-fashioned.

Ruby, you know
this will end badly.

I think it would be wise

for you to reconsider your
relationship with Mr. Wells.

Thank you
for the unsolicited advice.

I'll be sure to consider it.

Dr. Algar's right.
You've got nothing on him.

Cruelty, theft.

I'm not talking
about minor charges.

Look, I don't like the idea
of the bloke going around

acting like he's
Dr. Frankenstein either.

But there's nothing tying him
to the murder of Linus Malling.

And I'll admit there are
other nagging questions.

Like why would he cut up
the body in a manner

that would draw attention
to himself?

And why was the victim beaten
so brutally?

The killer was filled with rage.

Yet this Algar seems about
as dispassionate as they come.

Do you have anything at all
to go on?

There is one thing.

Dr. Algar's experiments would
have been rather expensive.

Someone must have been
financing him.

And I believe I know
who that individual was.

Of course I funded
Dr. Algar's work.

Why wouldn't I?

Surely, a man with a scientific
bent such as yourself

must recognize the significance
of his experiments.

I find them troubling.

Troubling?

How?
They're for the greater good.

Where is the line
between human and animal?

And what's to stop it
from being crossed?

Ridiculous.

No one would ever experiment
on humans.

To suggest otherwise
is scare mongering.

Who's to say that line
hasn't already been crossed?

By Algar?

Or one of his associates.

You are treading
dangerously close to slander.

Please don't make me report you
to your superiors.

If there is a connection between
you and Linus Malling's death,

I will find it, Mr. Pendrick.

On that you can count.

Then I have no need to worry.

Excuse me, Detective Crabtree.

Miss Ogden.
And, uh, I'm a constable.

How forgetful of me.

Uh, Detective Murdoch
is not in right now.

Actually, I'm here to see you.

To see me?

I need to speak further
with you.

For my article.

Oh, yes, well, I wouldn't
want to impede your writing.

No, you wouldn't.

Perhaps later?
Around 6:00 in the park?

Yes, certainly.

Miss Ogden,
now isn't the time --

Detective.

Actually, sir,
she wasn't here to see you.

Oh, oh, well, good.

And your book has arrived.

Mr. Wells.
Please, please come in.

I hope I'm not catching you
at too inconvenient a time.

Not at all.

Please sit down.

What is it
that I may do for you?

I am here on behalf
of the Eugenics Society.

For what reason?

They want you as a member,
of course.

Me?

I find that hard to believe.

I know what you're thinking,
Murdoch.

I had the very same thoughts.

I'm not worthy.
My stock isn't good enough.

Sir, you know nothing
of my stock.

Oh, on the contrary.

I know a great deal about you.

In fact, you were researched
by the Eugenics Society.

Researched?

Yes.

You and I have very similar
backgrounds, it turns out.

Both born into poverty,
held deep religious beliefs,

and scientifically minded.

Both self-made men.

Mr. Wells --

Detective, I'm not asking
for an answer.

I'm merely a messenger.

Please consider
the Eugenics Society.

Mr. Wells, if I may,
you were trained in the sciences

by none other than Darwin's
greatest advocate,

Thomas Huxley, were you not?

I am proud to say, yes.

Then perhaps
I can trouble you to confirm

that the specimen on that slide

is, in fact,
the same as the reference.

Of course.

I concur.

Let me guess.

You're here to harass me again?

I am here for the truth, sir.

The truth?

What the devil
are you talking about?

A pollen sample was recovered
from Linus Malling's body.

It is from the very rare
phantom orchid.

Coincidentally,
you have a specimen

right here in your home.

Mr. Pendrick,
Linus Malling visited you

shortly before his death.

Something you failed to mention.

Would you care to explain why?

I am growing tired of defending
my every move to you, Murdoch.

So either arrest me or --

Constables, arrest Mr. Pendrick.

This is an outrage, Murdoch.

This is a bloody outrage.

Linus called on me the morning
of the eugenics meeting.

For what reason?

To deliver his resignation
to the Eugenics Society.

Resignation?
Why?

He felt the gulf between his
selectionist school of thought

and my transformationist beliefs
was too great.

I thought a middle ground
could be found.

Linus disagreed.

Mr. Pendrick, one thing I am is
an excellent judge of character.

And men of good character
never lie.

However, they are, from time to
time, less than forthcoming.

Linus was rejecting
the entire notion of eugenics.

But I thought Mr. Malling
was a devout believer.

As did I.

So why not simply tell me
this earlier?

Linus left my house
very much alive.

I didn't see
how it affected matters.

Again, you are showing
less than good character, sir.

I have had just about
enough of this.

You didn't want it known

that a prominent member of
society rejected your beliefs.

That is absurd.

Taken to its logical end,

eugenics will lead
to forced sterilization

and the cruelest
experimentation imaginable.

Detective Murdoch,

the superior man
will be beyond such things.

Ah.

That is my solicitor.

I suggest you acquaint yourself.

So they call this Cracker Jack?

Yes.

I tried it
at the Chicago World's Fair.

It was rather clumpy then.

Well, they seem to have overcome
the clumpiness.

To delicious results,
I might add.

I had a look for your writings
on Houdini last year.

Did you?

I checked several
of the newspapers and magazines

in the library,

but I couldn't find them.

You wouldn't have.

Oh?

I write under the nom de plume
Rupert Olsen.

Why?

It's just easier that way.

To be a man?

Yes.

I find that very distressing.

In fact, I find this whole
eugenics affair

very distressing.

Why?

It would change the whole world
for the better.

Well, I'm simply a man.

I'm not the tallest or the most
handsome or the smartest.

But I consider myself to be
a good man, of good character.

I try to do well by others.

I think with perseverance

I could achieve
anything I wanted.

And it seems to me
that that opinion

would conflict with the views
of the eugenicists

and you.

I mean, you are one,
are you not?

No.

My relationship with Mr. Wells
is strictly professional.

That's not what I understood.

The situation has changed
recently.

I should get back to work.

Please.

I think it's a shame

that you have to write
under a man's name.

I think that's a real shame.

That Pendrick has got
a bloody chilling streak in him.

If you're not up
to his standards,

then you're no more
than a dog to him.

He's a man like any other,

as capable of murder
as the next.

However, I'm less convinced
of his guilt.

You've changed your opinion?

Not about the art thefts.

But I question his involvement
in Mr. Malling's murder.

Based on?

For one thing,
the manner of death.

Why beat someone to death?

Usually,
it's for a personal reason.

Hmm. Not some arguments
over scientific principles.

Agreed.

It may have been embarrassing
but hardly worth killing over.

Maybe Malling's quitting
the Eugenics Society

hurt someone else.

And in a far more
personal manner.

- Ah, George.
- Sir.

I'd like us to revisit all
of Mr. Malling's journals, logs,

business appointments --
everything.

Sir, I have been through them
several times.

And I'm sure you did
a thorough job,

but let's go over them again,

this time not looking
for a suspect.

What, then?

I'm not sure.

Just anything
out of the ordinary.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Mr. Wells.

I've come to see if you've
considered my dinner invitation.

I have.

And?

And I'm afraid I must decline.

I see.

I confess my disappointment.
I was hoping --

Mr. Wells, the answer is no.

Of course.

It's been a pleasure, Doctor.

Perhaps we shall meet again.

Perhaps.

Mr. Wells, had I said yes,

was I simply to be
another conquest?

I'll answer
with another question.

Were you tempted?

Your silence speaks volumes.

Does it?

You see, Doctor, I sense
that there is something missing

in your life.

At first, I thought
it was Murdoch.

A seemingly bland chap
at first blush.

He's far from bland.

I've come to realize that.

But there is something missing.

I hope you can address it.

Good day, Doctor.

No disrespect intended,

but if I were as wealthy
as Mr. Malling,

I'd have led
a more interesting life.

Here's something.

Four weeks ago,

Mr. Malling made several trips
to city hall.

Searching the records
for something.

I would have thought
a prominent barrister

would have an assistant
to do that sort of thing.

Indeed.
And he chose to do so himself.

I wonder
what he was looking for.

Mr. Allan, I'll ask you again.

Did you murder Linus Malling?

This is a monstrous accusation.

Totally without foundation.

Mr. Malling had been checking
marriage records at city hall,

specifically
those of your family.

The diligent work of any father

whose daughter
is about to marry.

The diligent work
of a eugenicist

checking his future
son-in-law's bloodlines, no?

And what of it?

You failed to achieve
his standards.

Rubbish.

- Your father died an incurable.
- Lies.

Your brother
was a convicted thief.

You will not defame my family.

Your sister was caught --

There is no need
to humiliate me!

Mr. Malling demanded you break
off the engagement, didn't he?

I couldn't just give up
and let Estelle go.

So I asked to meet with him
before the eugenics meeting

to try one last time
to reason with him.

The next thing I knew,
he was lying on the ground.

You needed to dispose
of the body.

I had studied medicine
at university,

so I finally put it to good use.

And Dr. Algar?
Did you mean to incriminate him?

When suspicions fell on him,

I let matters take
their natural course.

The true shame is

I believe Mr. Malling had had
a change of heart.

He had resigned his position
at the society.

Why would Linus do that?

I believe for Estelle.

He loved her more than anything
in this world, didn't he?

He did.

Her happiness superseded
any scientific argument.

Pity he didn't get
the opportunity to tell you.

It wouldn't have mattered,
Detective.

I am not fit
for a woman like Estelle.

I'm not fit for any woman.

Hang me.

And put an end
to my mongrel blood.

Are you sure you must be off?
I do enjoy your visits.

As do I.

However, my next writing
assignment cannot wait.

And what's it to be on?

Eugenics and the dangers
associated with it.

A very worthy subject.

Actually, it'll be
the first piece

published under my own name.

Ruby, that's wonderful.

And Mr. Wells?

While Bertie and I share
a special bond,

I believe it is time to move on.

Oh.

In fact, there might be
someone else in my future.

Would you care to share?

After all, what are sisters for?

Thank you.

But not just yet.

Constable Crabtree.

Ah, Mr. Wells.

Mr. Wells.

I came to say goodbye

and to congratulate you
on your investigation.

Thank you.

I hope this whole affair

hasn't colored
your opinion of eugenics.

Not in the least.

Eugenics is a matter we will
never see eye to eye on.

Most unfortunate.

But I respect your opinion.

Goodbye, Detective.

Oh, might I borrow
a pencil and paper?

I must write these things down
as they come to me.

This whole business
with Dr. Algar

and the experimentation on
animals has given me an idea.

Something perhaps set
in a desert...

or perhaps something on
the shores of a remote island.

Yes, an island.

With a doctor.

Of course, yes.

Mrs. Pendrick.

Detective, what brings you here?

To discuss eugenics?

I'm afraid not.

Oh, how disappointing,
but perhaps for the better.

Oh?

Given these recent goings-on,
I've revised my opinions.

I suspect your husband
won't take kindly to that.

It has caused some tension.

More than usual, that is.

Your husband is the reason
for my visit.

James?

I find his views on eugenics
very disturbing.

Further, given my suspicions
surrounding the recent art theft

and subsequent murders,

it causes me concern.

For me?

Surely, you're joking,
Detective.

Should you have any reason,

do not hesitate to contact me.

Good day, Mrs. Pendrick.

Good day, Detective.