All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S03E13 - The Tesla Effect (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

No.

Please.

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Challenging and witty.

Indeed.

And, of course, the play on
the name Ernest -- very clever.

Clever.

The problems
with not being earnest...

Leading to shenanigans, yes.

William, there's something
I need to tell you

that I should have
told you before.

It was remiss of me.

Julia, what is it?

I've been offered --

Well, actually,
it's more than that.

I'm seriously considering
a new job.

A new job?

As head of pediatric surgery
at a new children's hospital.

Oh.

Well, that's --
that's wonderful.

I hadn't heard
of a new children's hospital

being built in Toronto.

Yes.

It's in Buffalo.

Buffalo?

I --

Excuse me, sir, ma'am.

I'm looking for a detective
and a female doctor couple.

Would you be that?

Yes, we would be that couple.

There's a telephone call inside
for you.

Please?

The other tenants called when
they heard the victim screaming.

The lads responded, but when
we arrived, all was quiet,

and the door was secured
from the inside.

Inside?

Sir.
The deceased, Mr. Garbutt,

had barred this door
with a chair.

As if trying
to keep someone out.

Indeed.

Any signs of foul play?

That's just it, sir.
We're not sure.

No obvious signs of trauma.

Yet he was screaming.
Dementia, perhaps?

Strange.

His body is warm,
almost feverish.

How can that be?

No idea.

Oh, this is interesting.

- Blisters?
- Very recent.

As one might see
in a serious burn or scalding.

There's no sign of fire, Doctor.

Well, something happened here.

And only to him.

This plant hasn't fared
much better, sir.

Probably just a case
of death by bachelor.

It's very warm to the touch.

That's odd.

Out of my way!

I must get in.

I am Nikola Tesla.

Mr. Tesla?

Ah.

Detective Murdoch.

I am here at the request of my
research associate, Mr. Garbutt.

He said it was a matter
of life and death.

That it is, sir.

When I examined
the body further,

I found several more
blistered areas

like the one
on Mr. Garbutt's hand.

And the cause of death?

Well, it's slightly more
straightforward in a way.

In a way?

When I opened him up,

I discovered
that the internal organs were,

well, for lack
of a more accurate term, cooked.

Cooked?

Even stranger...

the damage
to the internal organs

increased the deeper I went,

as if he was cooked
from the inside.

Hmm.

Perhaps Mr. Tesla
can shed more light on this.

I'd be delighted if he would.

How long?

Pardon?

How long have you
been considering

leaving your position here?

That's hard to say.

Some time, I suppose.

Because if there's anything
that I have said or done --

No, William, no.
It has nothing to do with you.

How can you say that?
You're moving to another city.

It's only Buffalo.

We can still visit with
each other on the weekends.

Visit?

If our work doesn't intervene,
if our schedules don't clash.

You should have consulted me.

William, I regret not
informing you earlier, but...

...this is my decision to make.

What will happen to us?

I'm not sure, William,

but you know how rarely
opportunities come along

for a woman in my field.

I can't ignore them
on the off chance that --

Julia, I thought we had
an understanding.

We do.

I just don't know of what
anymore.

Maybe we'll stay together.

Or maybe you'll...

find another woman
who'll catch your eye.

I have no interest
in any other woman.

William, I'm just saying,
yes, this will be different.

Can't we live with that?

Two days ago, I received
a telegram from Mr. Garbutt.

He said he needed to discuss
an urgent matter

but did not elaborate.

Was he no longer
employed by you?

He and another protégé,
Josef Karnaki,

disappeared
about six months ago.

Just up and left?

It is their prerogative,

but on this occasion,
I was disappointed.

Mr. Karnaki, in particular,
is quite brilliant.

Could Mr. Karnaki be involved
in Mr. Garbutt's death?

I have no idea.

Well, maybe you have an idea
how this research assistant

ended up well-done
from the inside out?

Mr. Tesla, I must return
to the crime scene

to see if there's anything
I've overlooked.

Would you care to join me?

I would, indeed,
Detective Murdoch.

I find this all very disturbing.

How so?

Well, I've been experimenting
with ways

to transmit electromagnetic
energy through the air

using extremely high-frequency
radio waves.

Mini-waves.

I prefer the Greek prefix.

Microwaves.

And while these microwaves

may distort
the surrounding magnetic field,

the waves are able to pass
through most mediums unimpeded.

I see.

The thing is, Detective,

when these microwaves
pass through water,

they excite the molecules
to a boiling point.

Human cells are mostly water.

Yes.

If you were to aim these waves
at a human,

he would, in essence, cook.

My God.
That's what killed Mr. Garbutt.

And the implications
go far beyond one death,

Detective Murdoch.

Terrifying, yes?

Mr. Karnaki
must have found a way

to make a weapon
out of these microwaves.

He spoke of such
when he worked for me.

I rebuked him, of course.

I fear I may have wounded
his pride.

There was a desiccated
plant in Garbutt's apartment.

It was still warm to the touch.

Well, the microwave will excite
any water molecule in its path.

Leaving a trail of dead,
wilted vegetation.

Leading back
to the wave's point of origin.

Somewhere in this direction.

Ah, there's another
desiccated plant.

Yes, and more that way.

Was there any bad blood between
Mr. Karnaki and the deceased?

Only healthy scientific rivalry.

It seemed to me, though,
that of the pair,

Mr. Garbutt was hampered
somewhat by his conscience.

An interesting observation.

Perhaps Mr. Garbutt didn't like
what Mr. Karnaki was doing

and Mr. Karnaki decided
to take care of the problem.

Perhaps.

At any rate, it's clear we have
to find the weapon, Mr. Tesla,

before it's fired again.

This should be the weapon's
point of origin.

Remain behind me, sir.

They must have taken the weapon
with them.

But how?

To generate the energy
required to kill a man,

the device
would have to be massive.

And yet it's not here.

A weapon that can
kill a man through a wall?

Diabolical
is what it is, if it exists.

Sir, it does exist.

Mr. Garbutt's wounds
leave no doubt.

My more immediate concern
is where it is.

For the weapon
to be made portable,

it would require advancements in
miniaturization and metallurgy,

far outside Mr. Karnaki's
areas of expertise,

not to mention the money
to finance the project.

Miniaturization, metallurgy,
and money, you say?

We know a man who specializes
in those, don't we, Murdoch?

There's just one
small problem --

James Pendrick is in prison.

Have you finally realized
my innocence, Murdoch?

Am I to be released?

Far from it, Mr. Pendrick.

You are here to answer questions

about yet another
criminal affair.

Why would I?

I'm to hang for murders
I did not commit.

Everything I treasure in life
is gone.

My work and my reputation
are in tatters.

Even my wife
will have no part of me.

Perhaps it has something to do
with you attempting to kill her.

I'm an innocent man.

Mr. Pendrick, do you know
a Morris Garbutt?

Morris Garbutt.
Morris Garbutt.

Uh...

No.

Do you know a Josef Karnaki?

No.

Do you know a Nikola Tesla?

Tesla?
Of course.

We met on several occasions
in New York.

Are you aware of his experiments

in wireless
electrical transmission?

He spoke of it during our last
meeting, six months ago,

seeking financial backing.

It was an intriguing concept,

but the discussions
went nowhere.

What has this
to do with anything?

Mr. Garbutt,
an associate of Mr. Tesla's,

was found dead
under mysterious circumstances.

And we believe a weapon
using Mr. Tesla's technology

was used to kill him.

Fascinating.

And you think I have something
to do with it?

It would require someone
with your particular talents.

Do you really think I care
about a weapon of the future?

I'm going to hang in two weeks.

Let's keep him here.

I may want to
speak with him again.

Good idea.

He can't communicate with
his men if he's in our cells.

Sir, his sincerity is alarming.

Listen, a smiling killer --
Don't be fooled by that.

A man like that lives for things
like this death ray.

Sir, uh, there's a gentleman
to see you.

A rather demanding gentleman,
actually.

Well, tell him to wait.

Sir, that's just it.
He's waiting in your office.

He barged right in.

If you're not
Queen bloody Victoria,

then you'll not be ordering

Thomas Charles Brackenreid
around.

Won't I?

Terrence Meyers.

Still in the employ of the
Canadian government, I take it?

What are you doing here, Meyers?

Oh, and, uh, help yourself,
why don't you?

Gentlemen, there are mysterious

and disturbing events
transpiring hereabouts,

and I believe you both
know something about it.

The world is changing
in ways you cannot imagine.

So let's have ourselves
a little chat, shall we?

Through clandestine operatives,

we've learned that a number
of international rogues

have gathered here in Toronto.

What exactly do you mean
by "rogues"?

Smugglers, really.

Calling themselves businessmen,

specializing
in a growing field --

the sale of new
and deadly weapons.

Now, if any of these weapons
should find --

Should fall
into the wrong hands.

Yes, yes, yes. We know all
of this already, Mr. Meyers.

My sources tell me
that these arms dealers are here

because a weapon with incredible
destructive powers

is about to be sold.

Sounds most dangerous.

We've also heard that
this weapon has been test-fired

for potential buyers,
with deadly results.

Gentlemen, the winds of war
never truly die down.

Can you imagine
what would happen

if hundreds of these weapons

were deployed against us
on the battlefield?

Nothing we have could stop it.

So instead of toying with me,

I suggest if you discover
anything, you should --

We'll notify you immediately.

No need to see me out.

Well, I've never seen him
like that before.

Mm.

I have to admit,
that bit about the enemy

using the weapon against us,
that caught my attention.

Genuine or not, given
Mr. Meyers' dubious ethics,

the thought of him possessing
that weapon is equally chilling.

So, this Garbutt, he goes
from being Karnaki's associate

to target practice
for his death ray.

Why?

Perhaps he had a change of heart

and was planning
to betray the sale?

Or he simply became expendable.

So, where do we start?

Karnaki
would have needed a place

to build and store the weapon.

One of Pendrick's holdings.

Sir, no luck finding Karnaki,
I'm afraid.

I suspect somebody's
harboring him.

George, let's try a different
line of investigation.

Karnaki's work on the weapon

would have required a number
of specialized materials.

Perhaps we can locate where
those materials were purchased.

Consult with Mr. Tesla.

Oh, and please tell him I'd like
to speak with him when I return.

- Sir. I'll bring him in.
- Thank you.

Detective.

Mrs. Pendrick.

What might I do for you?

I'm afraid a man was killed
last night,

and we suspect a strange,
new kind of weapon was used.

Your husband
may have been involved.

Well, when it comes to James,
nothing surprises me anymore.

I was hoping you might
be able to provide me

with a list of buildings
he owned in the city.

Uh, I'll have the information
to you as soon as possible.

As you can see
by the state of my desk,

I'm -- I'm a bit out of sorts.

Yes, I understand.

Since James'...situation,

I've been forced
to deal with business matters.

I have a small army of lawyers
and accountants to assist me,

but I'm no businesswoman.

I'm certain you will excel.

A number of his rivals
have offered to buy me out.

It might be best
to rid myself of all of this.

But you surely are not here
to listen to my plight.

It's quite all right,
Mrs. Pendrick.

Sally.

Please call me Sally.

Sally.

Might I call you William?

Um, yes, I-I suppose
that wouldn't be...

too inappropriate.

Soon I'll be divorced of more
than just James' holdings.

I see.

I know that must sound
terribly forward.

But after all,

you could have sent anyone here
to get that list.

I'd best be going.

You mentioned earlier that the
generation of these microwaves

would severely distort
the surrounding magnetic field.

That's right, but it is my hope
that we can solve this problem.

Let's say the weapon
is at some central location.

What if we were to deploy
compasses around the city?

Then, as the charge builds...

The compasses would be drawn
off magnetic north

in the direction of the weapon.

We could then map the direction

all of the compasses
are pointing to.

All intersecting at the location
of the weapon.

Very good, Detective Murdoch.

But for this to work,
the compasses must be deployed

and monitored
while the charge builds.

I have an idea about that,
as well.

The good news is,
the weapon will be fired.

The bad news is,
the weapon will be fired.

Indeed.

Mr. Meyers.

I take it
you've found the weapon.

Not yet, but I believe
I have found a way to locate it.

All I need
is for the weapon to be fired,

and I'm counting on you
to arrange that.

Me?

What makes you think
I could do that.

Because, Mr. Meyers,

I believe the reason you know
so much about this whole affair

is because you, acting on behalf
of the Canadian government,

are attempting
to purchase the weapon.

Preposterous.

Further, I believe
one of these arms dealers

is an operative of yours.

You know that I can't
divulge anything, Murdoch,

even if I wanted to.

Of course not.

At any rate, if you
want to locate the weapon,

and I believe you do,

you'll be sure that it gets
fired tonight at precisely 6:00.

And no one is to be harmed.

6:00 precisely.

Nothing.

It seems Mr. Meyers' word
is as good as always.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure
of that.

It worked, Detective.

Mr. Tesla, the direction.

Uh, due east.

Call box six,
south by southwest.

Sir, call box three
is reporting west by northwest.

Call box seven
is reporting north by northwest.

Northwest.

George, is there a Pendrick
building at this location?

There is, sir.

It's a livery.

Once inside, we take no chances,
understood?

Meyers.

Thank you for leading me here,
Detective.

Once again,
you did not disappoint.

I'll be taking it from here,
Inspector.

Not bloody likely, Meyers.

This is a matter
of national security, Inspector.

Surely your fealty
to your adopted dominion

is not at issue here.

- Fealty?
- Devotion.

That's codswallop,
and you know it.

That weapon is far too dangerous
for any nation to possess.

Better us than them,
Murdoch, no?

And don't be so naïve as to
think the Canadian government

would destroy such an advanced
piece of technology

and burn all the blueprints.

Well, gentlemen,
I don't think any of you

will be laying claim
to the contraption.

The bloody thing's not here.

Impossible. Even miniaturized,
it would be sizable.

There's no way they could have
moved it that quickly.

Actually, sirs, I think
we have a bigger problem.

I believe the death ray
is about to fire again.

My apologies, gentlemen.

I fear I've led you into a trap.

- Aah!
- Oh!

Aah!

The bloody water
nearly scalded me.

The bloody water
saved our lives.

Clever deduction,
Detective Murdoch.

- An educated guess.
- But where is the weapon?

Gentlemen,
I've come to the conclusion

that the weapon must be mobile,

mounted to a vehicle
of some sort.

A very large vehicle, I expect.

And aside from water tanks,

how do we defend ourselves
against it?

I would be happy
to turn my attention

towards developing a defense.

That would be appreciated,
Mr. Tesla.

In the meantime,
I believe another conversation

with Mr. Pendrick is in order.

Where's my hat?

The device
was fired again, wasn't it?

How would you know that,
Mr. Pendrick,

unless you were
directly involved?

I've been monitoring events
since our last discussion.

A compass?

A crude one.

I didn't realize
it was so difficult

to scavenge a straight pin.

Clearly you know more than
you're saying, Mr. Pendrick.

I watch and I listen, Detective.

That and a basic knowledge
of electrodynamics

led me to realize
what you were doing.

Perhaps you've also deduced

that I know the weapon was fired
from one of your buildings.

It's impossible.

It's a fact.

Let me out, Murdoch.
I can help you.

You want to help me?

Then tell me
where the weapon is.

We know it's been mounted to one
of your heavy-duty vehicles.

I keep telling you, Murdoch.
You've got the wrong man.

You've got the wrong man,
Murdoch.

Murdoch!
Murdoch!

I doubt Mr. Pendrick will be
of any further use to us.

You're saying
he's not a party to this?

No, I simply mean
he's unlikely to confess

no matter how I approach him.

Well, we'll send him back
to Don Jail, and good riddance.

Yes, sir.

How goes it, Mr. Tesla?

Quite well, I think.

I have been musing
over the death ray.

Since Karnaki seems to
have devised a technique

to calibrate
the ray's focal point,

I believe the best
defense mechanism

may be some sort of shield.

Sounds intriguing.

Ingenious, actually.
But I am only one man.

I will need a constable
to assist me.

Scientifically minded,
of course.

Would youthful enthusiasm
suffice?

I suppose it will have to do.

Very good.

William,
I just heard what happened.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

You've been avoiding me.

No, no, I haven't.

But I do have to go.

We could ride together.

I could drop you around
to your house.

I would like that.

Wonderful.

It was no one thing.

A cumulative effect, perhaps.

The realization that I only
ever work on dead people.

My hands heal no one.

But why not simply apply
at a hospital here in Toronto?

Why go all the way to Buffalo?

Because no one
is offering me anything here.

That could change.

Do you really believe that,
William?

Whoa.

We're here.

How odd.

My badge must have
become magnetized

when the magnetic field
was distorted.

Be careful, William.

This is an unexpected
surprise, Detective.

I'm terribly sorry to intrude
on your privacy like this.

If you would just tell me
what you're looking for,

I'm sure I could help.

We believe your husband
has mounted the weapon

on top of a vehicle
of some sort.

I'm hoping to learn
anything I can about it.

He must have kept plans,
blueprints of some kind.

I'm afraid I've never seen
anything like that.

I can't believe I was married
to such a man.

I'm so indebted to you,
Detective.

You owe me nothing.

I owe you everything.

This one's locked.
Any idea what's in there?

I'm afraid not.
I've never opened it.

No keyhole.

I wonder if...

Blueprints.

James considered himself
to be some sort of engineer.

He was always coming up
with silly little contraptions.

There's nothing silly
about this one.

May I take this?

Of course.

Mr. Tesla?!

Mr. Tesla, what on earth?

Well, I forgot to mention

that the microwaves
are reflected by metal.

Sir, Mr. Tesla believes
that these holes

will scatter the incoming energy

yet still allow us
to see through.

Your constable has been
an eager student.

Sirs, I think
if this sort of energy

could be harnessed safely, you
could cook a potato in minutes.

Yams would be delicious.

Yes, but such a machine would be
the size of a small room.

Yes, George.
Highly impractical.

Yes, sirs,
but perhaps the future

will allow for every home
to have a potato-cooking room.

Mr. Tesla, I have something
to show you.

Oh, how wonderful.

The undercarriage alone
would be extraordinary.

Yes. I found this
in Mr. Pendrick's study.

I believe this vehicle was built
to carry the weapon.

Detective, this could definitely
transport the microwave weapon.

Mr. Tesla, do you think
you could compile a list

of materials required
to build such a vehicle?

- With pleasure.
- Excellent.

George, please follow through
with that list.

- Sir. Will do.
- Sir.

Ah, Henry, bring Mr. Pendrick
back here immediately.

Oh, that could
be difficult, sir.

James Pendrick just escaped
while being transported

- back to Don Jail.
- What?

He used a pin, sir, to pick
the lock on his handcuffs.

He overcame his escort.

No doubt on his way
to rendezvous with Karnaki.

Henry, begin a search
for Mr. Pendrick immediately.

Right away, sir.
And you?

Mr. Pendrick already tried
to kill his wife once.

He may want to finish the job.

Hello?

Mrs. Pendrick?

Mrs. Pendrick?

Sally?

Hello, Detective.

It seems we're looking
for the same thing.

Mr. Pendrick, what have you done
with your wife?

I don't know how many times
I have to tell you, Murdoch.

I would never hurt anyone
without provocation,

least of all my wife.

Then why are you
aiming a gun at me?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because I am a fugitive,
you're a police officer,

and I'll be hanged
if you bring me in.

I meant if you are innocent
of your crimes, as you claim,

this is no way to convince me.

It'll do for now.

I came home one last time to try
to convince her of my innocence

before I ran for good.

But I found the house empty, my
staff gone, and no sign of her.

I half thought I might
find her with you by now.

Mr. Pendrick, I can assure you,
my heart is with someone else.

But like you, I find your wife's
absence disturbing.

Perhaps she's in some kind
of trouble.

Holding a gun on me
isn't going to help her.

I'm a fool.

Mr. Pendrick, I want the truth.

What is your involvement
in this affair?

Sally's purse.

My badge must have
become magnetized

when the magnetic field
was distorted.

It's... magnetized.

It would have had to
have been exposed

to an enormous electromagnetic
source, like a --

Microwave death ray.

That's ridiculous.

Sally would have had to have
been near it when it was fired.

She knew we were looking for it
in a Pendrick building.

Perhaps she set the trap.

What?
She wasn't involved.

She couldn't be.

Mr. Pendrick,
your wife was with you

when you met Mr. Tesla
in New York, was she not?

Of course.

She could have easily come
into contact with Karnaki then.

What are you saying?

If we had arrived
just a moment earlier...

Indeed.

Was it just fortuitous timing

that your wife survived
the explosion?

Or was she spared

because she knew precisely
when the bomb was to go off?

And the pornographer?

McTavish.

He threatened
to expose her past.

Did she kill him
and make it appear

as though you wanted
the two of them dead?

And there's the art theft.

For some time now,

I've suspected a mastermind
to be behind the art theft,

someone with intimate knowledge
of the evening's events,

as well as the building itself.

Your wife was privy
to such information.

And when you saved my life,
you prevented Carducci

from revealing Sally
as the mastermind.

Why would she do this?

I don't know.

But it would appear
we've both fallen victim

to an expert fraudster.

All along, you were holding
the wrong suspect?

That is completely unacceptable,
gentlemen.

Worst of all,
I have it on good authority

that the weapon has been sold.

I would have thought
the Canadian government

- would spend whatever necessary.
- Well, they didn't.

Huh.

It is to be transported
out of the city by sunrise.

And, no,
I do not know from where.

Sally Pendrick the whole time.

I don't know what to say, sir.

Oh, there's no mystery to it,
Murdoch.

She used her feminine charms
on you.

You were blinkered, Murdoch.

I find it difficult to accept.

That's because your pride's
been wounded.

You never thought
you'd meet anyone

cagey enough to outfox you.

Oh, cheer up, Murdoch.

Women are a troubling species
at the best of times.

My guess is she's feeling
very smug at this moment.

You might have her
right where you want her.

Thank you, sir.

Sir.

Where are we, George?

The city's being scoured
for Mrs. Pendrick as we speak.

But so far, no luck.

She no doubt
had plans to leave town

the moment she sold the weapon.

Have men guard
the train station, the docks.

Already posted, sir.

And where is Mr. Tesla?

He was last seen
exiting with that shield,

muttering about wavelengths.

Oh, and, sir, we contacted
the police in Albany

as per your request.

They seem to think
that our Sally Pendrick

may be their Sally Hubbard,

a notorious fraudster
south of the border.

But what about her hometown
of Montreal?

There's no record of her
ever having lived there, sir.

- Of course not.
- Who is she really?

Sally never wanted
to discuss her past.

She said she'd done things
she wasn't proud of,

and I chose not to ask.

I loved her that much.

But now it seems
I knew nothing about her.

I've spoken with my bankers.

My accounts have been emptied
over the past six months,

mostly since my incarceration.

Six months ago -- roughly
when Mr. Tesla approached you

about funding his experiments.

Then shortly after that,
the Rembrandt robbery occurred.

What are you suggesting?

Sally needed money
to fund Mr. Karnaki's work.

Secretly she had been stealing
small amounts from you,

but she needed more
and didn't want to alert you.

So she staged the art robbery?

Yes, but when that went wrong,

she still needed more money
from you.

And to do that,
she needed me out of the way.

Damn clever.

Between the art robbery
and this whole eugenics affair,

I was predisposed
to suspect you.

Then when Mr. McTavish
came back into her life,

she saw it as the perfect
opportunity to frame you.

And I...

was only too willing to assist.

Leaving her free
to finance her project.

I am so sorry, Mr. Pendrick.

For everything.

It's not your fault, Detective.

The question now
is how to stop her.

Indeed.

I despise that I still love her.

Even after everything?

Yes.

I always hoped to find somebody
that shared my passion,

someone that loved me
in spite of my foibles.

How tragic.

I'd hoped I'd find you here.

William, I didn't think I'd
see you under the circumstances.

Julia...

nothing in this world
means more to me than you.

William --

And I believed
you'd felt the same for me.

But I do.

Then I simply don't understand.

There must be something
you're not telling me.

Why are you leaving?

Julia, please.

I have to know.

Very well.

Ever since the kidnapping
of the inspector's son,

it's been clear to me
how much you want a family.

But my abortion --

That means nothing to me.

We've put it in the past.

William, it left me sterile.

I-I should have told you
before now,

but I -- I was frightened
of losing you...

to something I couldn't control.

And so I decided
to assert control myself.

By leaving?

It's for the best.

Isn't it?

This way you can meet a woman

who can give you
the life you deserve.

William, please say something.

I d--
I don't know what to say.

Yes.

Well, that says it all.

- No.
- Doesn't it?

No. I --

Sir.

I think we have something.

Yes, George.

I have to go.

Yes.

Isn't this is the address
of the old tannery?

Yes, sir.
Abandoned now, I believe.

But nearly everything
on Mr. Tesla's list

was delivered to that address
within the last few months.

I should have realized, George.

If Mr. Pendrick was behind this,

he never would have used
one of his own buildings.

This must be
where they housed the weapon.

Oh.
What have we here?

Detective Murdoch.

A silver-coated aluminum shield.

The silver's heavy concentration
of electrons

is highly reflective
of microwaves, you see.

Mr. Tesla believes that this
will repel the death ray.

Mm-hmm.

Very good.
There's no time to waste.

Sir, I should come with you.

Thank you, George,
but it's far too dangerous,

especially since I almost
got you, the inspector,

and Mr. Tesla killed last time.

Yes, but, sir --

Constable, no.

Well, take this.

Good thinking, George.

Sir, what about the horse?
He has no shield.

I'll take care of it.

Good luck, Detective.

I am confident
the windscreen will work...

in theory.

Giddap.

We can't let him go alone.

Mr. Tesla, stay here.
I'll fetch the inspector.

Come on.
Move it!

We're due at the dock.

It is ready, Mrs. Pendrick.

You two, you've been paid.

What are you
standing around for?

Lock it up, Karnaki.

Our friends from Istanbul
won't wait.

Yes, Mrs. Pendrick.

And, Karnaki, never call me
that name again.

Would you prefer Sally Hubbard?

Detective Murdoch.

Both of you, down.

Such a fuss over a silly gun.

Why build this abomination?

You were surrounded
by so much wealth.

The challenge, William.

We all need something
to live for, don't we?

For you, it used to be
a certain pathologist.

Now it could be me.

So, everything was a deception?

Mr. Pendrick.

Sally, was there no truth
to our marriage?

To the life we built together?

James, this isn't a good time.

Mr. Pendrick,
I urge you to step back.

But I loved you.

I would have
given you everything.

I did give you everything.

Doesn't that
mean something to you?

No.

Oh!

Mr. Pendrick!

Hyah!

I'm fine, Murdoch.
Go stop her!

Ah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Giddap, Sunny!

Hyah!
Giddap!

Hyah!
Hyah!

Hyah!

- He's gaining on us!
- Kill him!

Aaah!

What a god-awful mess.

Destroyed beyond all use, sir.

- Shame, isn't it, Mr. Meyers?
- Well, it is, sir.

I'll never figure out
how those yams will turn out.

Well done, Detective.

What's all this, Meyers?

I thought you'd be in tears.

Inspector, believe it or not,

there are things that even I
believe shouldn't exist.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Of course, if Mr. Tesla here

were to help us
build another one...

- Go, Crabtree.
- No problem, sir.

This has been a trying day.

I'm afraid it's not over yet.

Now what?

We pulled Mr. Karnaki's body
from the wreckage,

but I'm afraid your wife's
was nowhere to be found.

She escaped.

She is surprisingly resourceful.

She no doubt
had a contingency plan.

What will you do?

I have nothing left.

I'm free to start over.

But on what?

Well, we'll see
what catches my fancy.

I'm trust our paths
will cross again, Detective.

I look forward to it,
Mr. Pendrick.

Julia.

William.

As long as you exist
in this world,

there will be
no other woman for me.

Oh, William, I know, but --

We can adopt.

So many children
need a good home.

All I need is you.

Julia Ogden, will you marry me?

Well, yes!

Yes, of course I'll marry you.

It's beautiful.

It's beautiful!

Julia?

She's gone to the train.
And who are you?

No.
Julia!