All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S04E11 - Bloodlust (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

And thank you
for the information, Mr. Lane.

What have you, George?

Sir, the girl's name
was Amy Goldham.

Just a young thing, sir.

Apparently she snuck out
after curfew last night,

although there were no witnesses
and no one knows why,

or so they say.

Who discovered the body?

Samuel Lane, the headmaster.

He pulled Miss Goldham
from this pool

at 8:00 this morning.

Thank you, George.

Her lungs were full of water.
She drowned.

But not before suffering
numerous cuts and scrapes,

perhaps running through
the woods, away from someone.

Death occurred
approximately eight hours ago,

judging by lividity.

None of these cuts appear
life-threatening.

Then how did
she end up in the pond?

Well, there is this.

A boot mark, perhaps?

Mm.

So Amy Goldham was
held down with intent.

Murder then.

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

Not much appetite for studies,
given the events.

No, I suspect not.

Poor Amy,
a sweet girl,

attentive in class,
considerate of her classmates,

quite innocent,
so I supposed.

You supposed?

Well, what am I to think
when a girl slips out

in the dead of night
wearing next to nothing?

How did you come to discover
her body this morning, Mr. Lane?

I live in the coach house
at the back of the property.

I walk the grounds each morning
to see that all is well.

She was cold as stone when
I pulled her from the water.

I knew I was too late.

Have her parents
been notified?

The Goldhams are traveling
in Europe this time of year.

Most of the parents of our girls

spend the bulk
of their year abroad.

We have the Goldhams' itinerary.

I'll be needing that.
Thank you.

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

would steal away like this?

A boyfriend, perhaps?

Oh, I doubt
it's anything like that.

The owner of our school,
Mrs. Irvin,

she rather frowns
on that sort of thing.

I see.

A boyfriend?
Absolutely not.

I lock the doors at 9:00 p.m.
and do a roll call.

Bedtime is 9:30.

Lights out at 10:00.

So after you retire
for the night,

the girls are unsupervised?

I sleep with one ear open,
Detective.

What do I tell the parents

who expect their daughters
to be safe at my school?

How do I tell them
that a girl has been murdered?

Were you aware Amy
had slipped out, Miss Dennett?

I didn't get to see Amy at all
last night after dinner.

I was in the infirmary
with a cold.

You just wanted a room
to yourself.

That's untrue, Laura.

Ladies...

Amy was here in the dormitory
last night.

We all said good night
and went to sleep.

Ssh, Olivia!

Friends share secrets,
do they not?

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

I simply need to know
if Amy had a secret.

We don't know why Amy
ran off, Detective.

But I think it must have been
near midnight.

Oh?

The clock struck 12:00,

and then I heard
the third stair squeak.

Mrs. Irvin won't fix it
so she knows

if anyone tries sneaking out.

I see.

And does this happen often,
this sneaking out?

Have any of you?

No, never.

Never.

I see.

Well, thank you very much,
ladies.

You're free to go.

George?

Help me with this bed.

Hmm.

The secret lives
of teenage girls.

Detective Murdoch.

Miss Dennett?

Amy always waited until
she thought we were asleep,

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

I saw her writing too
sometimes.

I think she was in love
with an older boy.

And these letters
are from him?

I saw her talking to a boy

outside the downtown library
once, Detective.

And then the letters
started coming.

Did you get a clear
look at this boy?

No, I'm sorry.

Well, thank you for your help,
Miss Dennett.

- Arlene.
- Arlene.

Please catch who did this.

Amy used to be
my closest friend.

We'll do our best.

In the meantime,
if you think of anything else,

please contact me.

Hard to keep your lunch down
reading tripe like this.

What about this one?

"I feel your warmth
flow through me,

like blush
to my cold blue lips."

Bloody awful.

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

You are my breath itself."

Huh, that one's not
half bad, actually.

Signed "V" I assume?

Just like the others,
each one steamier than the last.

Did you ever write poetry

to your sweetheart
as a boy, Murdoch?

Oh, sir,
I'm not much of a poet.

Though I do remember being
quite proud of a rhyming couplet

I wrote in praise
of the family dog.

It was a very well-behaved dog.

Her last diary entry
dated two days ago:

"I know who 'V' is.
Should I tell him I know?"

He tried to keep
his identity from her?

A married man?

So she finds out somehow,
tells him.

It doesn't go over well.

Facedown into the pond
she goes.

No question she drowned,

but she also had alcohol
in her system

and another substance
I believe to be an opiate.

Was she interfered with?

No.
She's intact.

But there is one other thing.

Amy was missing
almost three pints of blood.

Three pints?

But her cuts and scratches
could hardly account for that.

It appears she was bled.

There are two puncture marks
in her neck.

They extend
into the jugular vein.

One mark is slightly bigger
than the other.

Hmm.

According to her writings,

Amy would frequently leave
the dormitory late at night

to rendezvous with a man.

The other girls
had to have noticed.

They must know something.

I'm sure they do.

A teenage girl doesn't enter
into a secret romance

without making sure her friends
know all about it.

But why would someone
bleed her?

It's a vampire
without a doubt.

What the bloody hell
is a vampire?

Oh, it's a vile creature, sir,

a human corpse that rises
from its grave

after the sun goes down.

And to sustain
its undead existence,

it drinks
the blood of the living.

He's beginning to worry me.

Sir, a new novel
called Dracula

has been causing quite a stir.

It's based, of course,
on a vampire.

It's a terrifying tale, sir,
chilling.

It's not unlike
my own murder mystery,

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

to be rather long-winded.

Bram Stoker?

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

That's the one.

So a bloke who spends
most of his time

ironing actors' trousers
writes a book,

and therefore Amy Goldham
was killed by a vampire.

Sir, why else
would that poor girl be down

three pints of blood
with bite marks in her neck?

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

I said that she had been bled.

But, sirs, vampires have
a mysterious power over women.

In the novel,
young girls flock to Dracula.

They offer themselves up
in a wild erotic frenzy,

and he,
with his razor-sharp fangs,

he bites their neck
and drinks their blood.

It's true!

Werewolves, Martians,
ghosts, now vampires.

What next, Crabtree?
Abominable snowmen?

Sir, that is
a fictitious creature,

dreamed up, probably,

by somebody
who has seen a sasquatch.

Now, my Aunt Dahlia--

Wait up.

Looks like a schoolgirl.

Get out.

I overheard two girls
talking about

the mysterious boy
Amy was meeting up with.

He was seeing someone else
as well, apparently.

Oh?
Who was that?

If I tell, promise me
you won't say anything

to Mrs. Irvin or Mr. Lane.

I was sworn to secrecy.

Of course.

Well, I consider a vow
to be sacred,

don't you, Detective Murdoch?

As sacred as, say,

a vow of fidelity
between lovers.

Of course.

It's Laura MacFarlane.

She's been sneaking out
to meet this man too.

Arlene told you, didn't she?

Well, she's a liar.

Miss MacFarlane, the man
you are trying to protect

killed your friend, Amy.

I don't know why.

But I fear he may do
the same to you.

He wouldn't.
He's a romantic.

Arlene is just jealous.

She wants to meet him too,
but he doesn't want her.

Miss MacFarlane, would you
please open your shirt collar?

Please.

I'm not the only one.

You mean besides Amy Goldham.

A young girl is dead.

Who else here has been
visiting this man?

Olivia.

Olivia Cornell.

I see.
Can you describe him?

I'll try.

He's beautiful.

But I always remember him
as if from a dream.

I was hoping for a somewhat
less poetic description.

Is he short?
Tall?

Does he have
any distinguishing features?

Yes.

When he comes for me,

he seems to glide on the air.

I should run.
I know I'm in danger.

But I want him.
He makes me want him.

Where do you meet?

In the cemetery
near the school

inside a mausoleum.

Are these encounters arranged?

He sends us letters,
little notes.

We always meet at night.

And what happens?

He takes me in his arms.

And I feel his sweet breath
and lips against my neck.

It's like a kiss...

but more.

I feel his teeth pressing
into my neck.

It stings.

I lose all my strength.

He sweeps me into his arms,
and the next thing I know...

I wake up on a bed of
rose petals in the mausoleum.

We are his chosen ones,

Amy, Olivia, and I.

But not Arlene.

No.

Arlene said she did meet him,
but she was lying.

It was... pitiful.

Arlene couldn't understand.

He's chosen us for our beauty

and our blood.

Your blood?

Well, yes.

Isn't it obvious?

He's a vampire.

So these girls
are hysterical then?

Avid readers in any case.

Clearly they've been influenced
by Bram Stoker's novel.

But there is no vampire,
right?

Not as such.

I believe this man is playing
into the vampire myth

to take advantage of the girls.

But Dr. Ogden said that
Amy Goldham wasn't violated.

At any rate, Laura MacFarlane

and Olivia Cornell
are with Dr. Ogden now.

She will examine them to be sure

that they haven't been
physically harmed.

Other than being tapped
for a few pints

of the old red stuff, you mean.

Yes, sir,
other than that.

Good day, gents.

Ah, look who's here, Murdoch.

Paddy Glynn.
Fancy that.

Care to comment
on the rash of vampire attacks

at the Teppes School
for Girls, gentlemen?

Mr. Glynn, we are not
investigating vampire attacks.

Teenaged girls do talk,
Detective.

And this one's a zing-dinger
of a story.

If you publish garbage
like that, Glynn,

you know the type of hysteria
it will cause.

Or don't you care about that?

As always, Inspector,
you are right.

The fourth estate
mustn't rouse the rabble.

But thank you
for confirming the story.

We didn't confirm a thing,
Glynn!

And there are
no bloody vampires!

Hello, Julia.

Don't do that.

Ah, it seems everyone
is reading Dracula but me.

Yes, well,
it is a most compelling story.

Indeed.

And Laura and Olivia were
most anxious that I read it.

Well, I've examined the girls,

and they appear to have been
spared any interference.

So sexual assault
wasn't the motive?

I'd say not.

What could possibly be
motivating this man of theirs?

And though the girls have
all shed their tears

over Amy Goldham's death,

why do they continue to revel
in the fact

that they've been chosen
by this "vampire"?

A vampire represents
something savage and forbidden.

He demands
their complete surrender

and the life force
in their warm blood.

It's--it's all fantasy,
of course.

Julia, these encounters
are all violent.

Do all women share this fantasy?

You're missing the point,
William.

Some women
long for uninhibited romance.

I've heard it said.

Ah, this must be
the one here, sir.

It's just as the girls
described.

Indeed, George.

I almost wish I hadn't read
that Dracula now.

It all just seems
a bit too real at the moment.

Away you go, George.

Rose petals.

Just like the girls said.

No obvious signs of blood.

Well, sir, perhaps
the vampire met the girls here

but bled them elsewhere?

Miss Dennett?

I just wanted to see
where the vampire lives.

I thought if I'd met him,

I could ask him
why he never chose me.

The rose petals
are so beautiful.

Miss Dennett,
this is a potential crime scene.

Please, call me Arlene.

Arlene, the constable
will escort you

back to your school now.

Him?

Him.

Miss Dennett, after you.

Murdoch, look at this.

Glynn's got the whole city
in a frenzy about vampires.

The telephone lines
at every station house

are jammed up.

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

Why is everyone
suddenly buying garlic?

Uh, I...

It's been a while, Murdoch,

but Paddy Glynn
is looking good

for the old black glove
right about now.

Sirs, that was Mrs. Irvin
on the phone.

One of her students is missing.

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

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

and Dorothy was gone.

That's her!

Dorothy?
Dorothy.

Dorothy... what?

George, wake up Dr. Ogden.

Sir.

There's a telephone
on the dormitory floor.

All signs suggest
that she was bled.

Dorothy, why did you
go see the vampire?

I found a note
in one of my school books.

He asked me to meet him
at the mausoleum.

What happened then?

All the other girls said
it was so romantic,

but on my way to the mausoleum,

somebody grabbed me.

And it hurt.

- Was it a man?
- Yes.

- Did you see his face?
- No.

A cloth was placed over my face,
and I must have fainted.

I think someone was carrying me.

It was horrible.

You're safe now.

This attack breaks the pattern.

Indeed.

There's nothing romantic about
being accosted and chloroformed.

No, he's dispensed with
all of the vampire dramatics,

almost as if he was in a hurry.

In a hurry for blood?

What can that mean?

Detective!

I'm very sorry, Detective.

I didn't know who else to go to.

It's quite all right, Arlene.

Why don't you tell me
what happened.

It was him,
the vampire.

He sent me a note.

It said...

to meet him at the crypt.

"Dearest Arlene, the time
has come for us to meet.

"Tonight. At the mausoleum.

I will be waiting.
V."

He said that he chose me
because I was pretty.

He pulled me towards him,

and then I just felt
his fangs piercing my neck,

and then I think I fainted.

I'm cold, Detective.

Could you...
could you hold me, please?

Your timing is impeccable
as usual, Doctor.

I asked the doctor to come
while you were resting.

Doctor?
I don't need a doctor.

I just need to stay here
for a while.

Let me take
your blood pressure.

Doctor, these puncture marks
on her neck

look different
than the ones on Amy's,

don't you think?

Yes, not very deep at all.

Perhaps the vampire
changed his mind.

No.
He bit me.

Arlene, is it possible

you pierced your own neck
with this hairpin,

and there was no vampire?

Her pressure's normal.
She's not been bled.

I just wanted to see you.

But you only seem to care about
the girls who get attacked.

I feel like I'm left out.

I--like I'm not even
important anymore.

I think I'll take my leave.

No, uh...

that is, Doctor,
perhaps you could escort Arlene

back to the school
on your way home.

I feel like such a fool.

I wouldn't worry.

Detective Murdoch
will soon forget all about it.

He must have many women
falling into his arms,

so why would he pay
any mind to me?

I sometimes wonder
if I will ever find true love.

Have you found yours?

Yes, I have.

Ah, Murdoch.

Between the lunatics
who thought they saw vampires

and the other lunatics
who think they are vampires,

the whole constabulary was out
all last night

working across the city.

Were there any reports
of actual vampire attacks?

Actual vampire attacks?

Vampire attacks, you say?

Can you give me

an approximate number,
Inspector?

I should stake you down,
Glynn,

before you can stir up
any more panic.

Detective,
are we any closer

to apprehending
this undead menace?

Why, yes, Mr. Glynn.

In fact, he's safely in custody
in our jail cells

resting for the day.

Didn't know he had
a sense of humor.

I'll tell you something else
you don't know.

How close you are
to meeting my fist.

Ah, jocularity,
that's, um...

Perhaps not.

Sir, something interesting
from Station 5's case files.

There was an attempted
sexual assault

at the Teppes School for Girls
three years ago,

a young lady
by the name of Gail Baxter,

and they put a name
to the suspect.

Who was that?

A young chap by the name
of Daniel Irvin,

Mrs. Irvin's son.

I wasn't aware
that she had a son.

Apparently Miss Baxter
was chloroformed

and awoke
in a carriage with Daniel.

And where is she now?

She moved to England
with her family.

Daniel Irvin
was never charged.

I wonder why.

He killed himself.

The scandal proved
too much for him.

He was such a sensitive soul.

I found Daniel hanging
in his room

the day that the police
were to bring charges.

He was innocent.

Until the most recent attacks
on the girls,

the pattern of abduction

did not involve
the use of chloroform.

But last night's attack
on Dorothy Cornell did.

Like the one at the school
three years ago.

But the suspect, Daniel Irvin,
is dead and buried.

Yes, sir.
I saw the death certificate.

So what's the connection?

Sirs!

I believe
I have solved the crime.

The Teppes family

left the vampire-infested hills
of Moldavia in 1850

and moved to... Canada.

In 1858, they opened
the Teppes School for Girls.

Now, it is my belief that
members of the Teppes family

are, in fact, vampires.

They have to move to frequently
to avoid arousing suspicion,

and they change their names.

So that's why
the Teppes family

called their school
the Teppes School for Girls.

Right.
Makes sense.

Well, perhaps I don't have all
the details worked out entirely,

but the genius of it all is that
the school provides them

with an abundant source
of fresh young blood.

George, have you
any evidence of this?

Yes, sirs,
because the vampire attacks

have not just happened
this week and three years ago

but also nearly 40 years ago.

1859, various girls
from the Teppes school

were abducted
and then released.

Now, at the time,
Alexander Teppes

was suspected of the attacks

but, like his grandson Daniel,

conveniently died before
charges could ever be laid.

Note the similarities
between these two men.

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

is Alexander Teppes.

What do you mean "supposedly"?

It is my belief, sir,
that these two

are, in fact, one and the same.

So he's lived for 80 years
and hasn't aged?

Not 80, sir.
Hundreds.

I believe that Daniel,
Alexander--

take your pick--

both are, in fact, this man,

Vlad the Impaler.

Real name: Vlad Drakulya,
noted vampire.

Again, notice
the facial similarities.

And, sirs, "Teppes"
is Romanian for "impaler."

Just wrap it up,
will you, Crabtree?

Sir, Alexander Teppes

hasn't been heard of
in 40 years.

I can provide two witnesses

who will identify him
as their attacker.

- That's him.
- That's him.

There is a way
to prove my theory.

There are still
several hours of daylight left.

If I'm correct,

if Alexander Teppes
and Daniel Irvin

are, in fact, one and the same
immortal creature,

then one of their coffins
will be empty,

and the other will contain
a sleeping vampire.

We're not digging up graves.

We won't have to, sir.

The coffins are
in the Teppes family mausoleum.

We've been there.

I don't for one minute believe
we're dealing with a vampire,

but something is wrong here.

Well, George, it seems
Alexander Teppes is at rest.

Sir, that could be anybody.
Probably one of his victims.

Sweet mother of...

Sir, some animal.
Is that a dog?

Yes, George.

And it's definitely not
the remains of Daniel Irvin.

I can't explain it.
I don't know what happened!

Your son is alive,
isn't he, Mrs. Irvin?

I was there.

I held his lifeless body
in my arms.

Who else saw the body?

My husband,
God rest his soul.

A doctor arrived,

pronounced Daniel dead,
and then the police came.

There's no more to say.

Was it an open casket funeral?

It was not.

Detective, someone desecrated
my son's grave.

How is his soul to be in peace?

Could she be telling
the truth?

I don't believe she is, sir.

I believe Mrs. Irvin
helped Daniel stage his death

to avoid prison.

But why did
all the girls identify

the portrait of Alexander Teppes
as their attacker?

Family resemblance.

Fine.

How did the boy manage
to stage his own death?

Wasn't there a postmortem?

If the cause of death
was obvious

to the attending physician--

No postmortem required then.

And if the doctor signed
the death certificate,

the police would have taken that
as proof that Daniel was dead.

Bloody lazy police work,
if you ask me.

Who signed
the death certificate?

Dr. Lucas Harwick.

I have George
looking for him now.

It's proving difficult, sir.

He was suspended
from the Ontario College

of Physicians and Surgeons
in 1894.

No one seems to know what he's
done with himself since then.

Why was he suspended?

Some sort of malpractice.

Unfortunately, the records
are not very detailed.

Of course not.

Doctors always protect
each other; we know that.

In any case,
there's no record

of any Lucas Harwick
in city records.

Could be he's moved on.

Dr. Harwick?
The name isn't familiar.

What's your interest?

I have reason to believe

he's falsified
a death certificate

relating to this case.

You mean to say that someone

involved
in the Teppes school case

may be undead, so to speak?

Ah, yes, very good.

Well, I'd be happy
to ask around

after this Harwick fellow.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's no trouble at all,
William.

I...
thank you.

Dr. Garland--
uh, Darcy, how are you?

Julia told me last night
you were looking

for a Dr. Lucas Harwick.

Yes, yes, I am.
Please come in.

We used to work together.

Oh, I see.

This was
at Buffalo General Hospital.

He was a visiting physician
at the time,

researching the immunological
reaction in blood serum.

But he had larger ideas.

Such as?

Harwick thought
he had identified the flaws

of the blood transfusion
treatment.

Turns out, he was wrong.

Oh?
What happened?

He transfused blood
from subject A to subject B,

and there was
no immune response.

But when he transfused
from B to A, subject A died.

Their body rejected the blood.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

Last I heard,
he was teaching somewhere.

Lucas was a very stubborn man.

Personally, I expected him
to continue his work

on improving Lane's theories
on transfusion, regardless.

Lane's theories?

Yes, Samuel Armstrong Lane,

the first man
to treat hemophilia

with blood transfusions
in the 1840s.

You know the name?

The headmaster
of the Teppes School for Girls

calls himself Samuel Lane.

George!

Telephone
Toronto General Hospital

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

Sir.

- Where are they?
- Who?

Your son
and Dr. Lucas Harwick,

or Samuel Lane,
as he goes by these days.

My son is dead--

Your son is a hemophiliac.

He and Dr. Harwick have been
abducting girls at this school

to tap them
for transfusable blood.

You helped your son
stage his own death

to avoid going to prison

because you knew
his disease would kill him.

Where are they, ma'am?

My son is dying!

Dr. Harwick is his only hope.

You mustn't interfere, please.

Where are they?

In the coach house.

This fellows blood
is not compatible, Mrs. Irvin.

They know, Lucas.

Dr. Harwick,
where is Daniel?

He's in a coma.

When he learned
of Amy's death,

he slit his wrists.

He loved her.

He didn't want to cause
any more harm.

Then that would explain
the sudden increase in attacks.

You needed more blood

to replenish what Daniel
was losing.

Not everyone's compatible.

If he doesn't get more blood
in the next few hours,

he'll die.

This man is unconscious.
What's he been given?

Same thing we gave the girls--

a mixture of barbituric acid
and heroin.

He'll awaken soon.

George, telephone
the station house

and get a half dozen constables
down here immediately.

Yes, sir.

And call for Dr. Ogden
as well.

Sir.

Right then,
you can start with me.

Now, Doctor.

Do not take more than
one pint, Dr. Harwick.

You may test my blood next,
if you please.

Daniel's regaining
consciousness.

He's very weak, Detective.

No more than a few minutes,
then let him rest.

Daniel,
I'm Detective Murdoch.

I need to know what happened
the night that Amy Goldham died.

She woke up...
here.

During the transfusion
procedure?

She panicked.

She pulled the tube out,
and she ran.

I chased after her.

I had to explain.

Where was Dr. Harwick?

He was at the mausoleum,

preparing it for me
to bring Amy back.

So you chased after her?

Did you push her into the pond?

No.

She knelt by the water.

She just fell in.

She probably fainted from
the blood loss and exertion.

Why didn't you pull her out?

I did.

I turned her onto her back.

Then I ran off to find
Dr. Harwick.

Amy was breathing when I left.

I swear it.

Someone pushed her back in

and held her down
with their foot.

Who was it?
Dr. Harwick?

No, I found him here.

I tried to tell him
what happened to Amy,

but I was so weak,
I just collapsed.

He had to tend to me,
or I would have died.

Then who killed Amy?

Your son didn't hold Amy
under the water,

and neither did
Dr. Harwick.

There was only one other person

who would have felt threatened
by what Amy had discovered,

and that was you, wasn't it,
Mrs. Irvin?

Me?

I didn't kill her!

You had one very good reason:

Daniel's survival.

The truth of what Dr. Harwick
had been doing

could never come out.

I would never,
not even to save my son's life.

You staged your son's death!

You would go to any length
to save him.

You love your son.

Before Amy, none of the girls
ever suffered.

I insisted on that.

If Dr. Harwick
hadn't agreed to my terms,

I would have let my son die.

But someone turned Amy
back down into the water.

If not you, if not Daniel
or Dr. Harwick, then who?

I can't imagine anybody who
would wish that sweet girl harm.

She was the most popular girl
in the school.

She was?

But that wasn't
always the case, was it?

Miss Dennett.

Hello, Detective.

Arlene, who wrote this note?

I wrote it myself,
and I am ashamed that I did.

I truly am.

Actually,
I've compared the handwriting

to some of the entries
in Amy's diary.

She wrote it,

supposedly from the vampire
to you.

Why would Amy do that?

For some time, you had been

the most popular girl
at the school,

and you couldn't understand why
the vampire hadn't chosen you.

Isn't that right?

Yes.

You and Amy had been friends?

Best friends.

But all that changed
when she met her mystery man,

didn't it?

Suddenly, all of the other girls
were looking up to her.

You were jealous.

You were the prettiest.

The vampire should have
chosen you, not Amy.

I suspect your relationship
soured very quickly after that,

and that's why she played
this trick on you.

I really thought
that it was from him.

I thought that
he'd finally chosen me.

So you went
to meet the vampire,

full of anticipation.

But he wasn't there.

And rather than admit this,

you told everyone
that you had met him.

They already knew the truth,
and you were humiliated.

How could she do that to me?

I would never have done
that to her ever!

That's why you spent
the night in the infirmary.

You were planning
to tell on Amy

when she got back
from her rendezvous,

weren't you?

But you were impatient.

So you went outside...

and that's when
you saw Amy fall into the pond

and Daniel pull her out
and run off.

And you saw your chance
to get back at Amy

for humiliating you

and becoming the new
most popular girl.

She was a nobody
when she came to the school.

She was scared every day.

I befriended her.

I protected her!

She was only popular
because I was popular.

How could she do that to me?

I was the laughingstock
of the entire school!

What we did was wrong,
but it was done to save a life.

Daniel's grandfather
was a hemophiliac

who died
because of a transfusion.

Explaining the disappearances
at the Teppes school

40 years ago.

In any case,

Mrs. Irvin couldn't bear
to lose her father and son.

And it's not just their lives,
Detective,

but thousands, millions,

who could benefit
from safe blood transfusion.

I believe that will happen,
Dr. Harwick,

but you will be in prison
when it does.

You better not be writing

that murder mystery
on my time, Crabtree.

Sir, I'm not.

In fact, right now,
I'm not writing anything.

I've almost finished
what is sure to be

a thrilling climax,

but now I can't think
of an ending.

I lie awake at night

dreaming about the ending
of your bloody story.

Good night, Murdoch.

Good night, sir.

Perhaps what you need

is a surprise
dramatic element, George.

A twist, as it were.

- A twist?
- Mm.

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

or some such.

So...

Oh, for the love of...

Julia.

Oh, William.

How is Daniel?

Well, Darcy says
his wrists are healing.

Apparently the substantial
transfusion we gave him

allowed his blood to clot.

Saved his life.

Very good.

And the young girl?
Arlene?

Her parents have hired

an army
of very expensive lawyers

to mount her defense.

I doubt she'll hang.

She was clever.
I'll give her that.

Playing innocent
and defenseless,

tools women frequently use
to attract a man.

I don't believe
I was aware of that

where Arlene was concerned.

Of course not,

but that's the way
the mating dance works,

isn't it?

The female sends out
her signals,

and the male reacts.

She'll toss back her hair
and expose her neck,

her most vulnerable aspect.

Hence the visceral response
to the vampire's bite.

Fangs and such.

Yeah, just so, yes.

And the lure
of steady eye contact,

powerful and unblinking.

A clearer message
could not be sent.

- Julia.
- Darcy!

Have you given it
to the Detective yet?

I'm sorry?

The invitation?

Oh, my goodness, yes.

I almost forgot.

William, here.

It's the invitation
to our wedding.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.
Thank you both.

I must be off.