Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 10, Episode 5 - Jagged Little Pill - full transcript

(theme music)

(crickets chirping)

(woman panting)

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(whistling)

New automobile, bespoke suit;

our victim was a man of means, Julia.

So what was he doing
in this part of town?

I don't know.

How long has he been dead?



Well, rigor has passed, so
more than a day I'd hazard.

And the vomit on his jacket
is quite dry. William,

there's intra-dermal
bruising on his right temple,

so he was leaning heavily
on it before he died.

The right temple?

That seems odd, given that
he's in the driver's seat.

- (piano music)
- Julia,

I don't think our victim
came here voluntarily.

I believe someone may
have driven him here.

Moved his body into the driver's seat.

He died 36 to 48 hours ago,

perhaps longer.

Vehicle was registered
to an Edward Mclnnes,

owner of Mclnnes Biscuits.



His wife reported him
missing two days ago.

- Do we have a cause of death yet?
- We're going to test for poisons.

Miss James is bottling
Mr. Mclnnes in readiness.

Oh, I see.

Don't worry, Detective,

we will try to put everything
back in the right place.

I'm sure his wife will appreciate that.

I'll wager you're eager to get started.

I won't keep you ladies. Good day.

- Did I upset the Detective?
- (laughing): Not at all.

He never did get the
hang of morgue humour.

You, on the other
hand, are a quick study.

What do we have here?

A young woman

fished out of the river
early this morning.

Oh no!

- What is it, Miss James?
- No, it can't be!

You know her?

It's Sarah.

Sarah Franklin.

She's at the Medical
College, two years above me.

I'm so sorry.

Dear God, how could this happen?

Are you sure, Doctor?

I can't find any evidence of wrongdoing.

I'm going to record a death by drowning,

but I believe Miss
Franklin took her own life.

That's not possible.

I realize it's not
what you want to hear,

but it is consistent
with the police report.

Her shawl was folded nearby,

there were stones in her pocket,

and railing on the
footbridge wasn't broken.

It seems she climbed over and
threw herself into the water.

Or she was thrown over.

There was no evidence of struggle.

But Sarah had no reason to
take her own life, Dr. Ogden.

She was about to graduate,

she just received a
research scholarship.

She was so excited about her future.

There was no water in her stomach;

how can you explain that?

It could have been forced

into the intestines by peristalsis,

especially if she had an empty
stomach and drowned slowly.

Miss James,

this must be a terrible shock.

I'm so sorry.

(indistinct chatter)

Yes, my husband was wearing this suit

- when he left the house.
- Tuesday evening?

It was the last time I saw him.

Had your husband encountered
any problems of late?

- At work perhaps?
- No.

Edward was an astute business
man and very well-liked.

He has never been anything
but a good provider.

Mrs. Mclnnes, if I may ask...

Edward and I were betrothed
at a very young age.

We raised our children
in a Christian household.

We were always courteous to one another,

but our marriage was no love match.

I see.

Some years ago, Edward
took his first mistress,

something I accepted. It seemed

easier than being required
to be a "wife" in that regard.

Does that answer your question?

Thank you for your candour.

Do you recall anything unusual
prior to his disappearance?

Not that I remember.

Though a woman did call
at the house the same day

I reported Edward missing. She
was anxious to speak to him.

- Who was she?
- I don't know.

She was distraught, but not
enough to leave her name.

Thank you, Mrs. Mclnnes.

If there is anything
else, I will contact you.

Should you wish to speak to
my husband's current mistress,

her name is Lucy Stone.

I believe he had installed her

in a flat above a
milliner's on Yonge Street.

So his wife knows where I live.

She does.

I bet she didn't shed a
tear over Edward being dead.

It seems they had an agreement.

Yes.

Thank you. It was
something his wife arranged.

But that's all in the past now.

Poor Eddie.

(Miss Stone sighing)

When did your relationship begin?

Nearly two years ago.

And we were happy too,

no matter what his wife might tell you.

We saw each other as much as we could,

what with his... responsibilities.

Did you see him the night of his death?

Uh, no...

Why was that?

Well, truth be told, Detective,

he stopped visiting three months ago.

Did he give you a reason?

He found another girl, I suppose.

Still, he was...

honourable enough to keep paying my rent

and sending me a little something.

I know I won't be much
welcome at his funeral,

but I would very much like
to see him one more time.

I can arrange that, Miss Stone.

Thank you.

I just can't accept that
Sarah would kill herself.

We opened her up and there
was no water in her stomach.

I don't understand how you can drown

and have no water in your stomach.

Any wrongdoing and your doctor
would've figured that out.

- You say she's sharp.
- She is, but maybe she made a mistake.

(man sighing)

You know, I still can't
fathom this, Becca.

Cutting open dead people?

I just took out a man's
liver and put it in a bottle.

Then I did his kidney and his spleen.

- How's that for a morning's work?
- Disgusting.

I've got used to it.

I just see body bits now.

- We all have them.
- We do

and they don't belong in jars,

- that's plain unholy.
- (Miss Jane sighs.)

- I don't know, maybe your friend...
- Sarah.

Could be she had things going
on she didn't talk about.

Things she took to the grave.

Why not let her rest in peace, Becca?

You're wrong,

but I don't have time to argue with you.

I have to get to the school.

Well, argue with me at the church
social. You are coming, aren't you?

Yes.

I got roped into borrowing
chairs from the school for it.

Well, I'll get a wagon, give you a hand.

You will?

Come on, Becca, that
was your plan all along.

Well, yes it was.

Make sure you don't crash up that thing.

Don't worry, I won't.

(sigh)

- (buoyant music)
- (indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

For centuries we have lived in darkness,

but no more.

We are throwing off the
cloak of ignorance, ladies.

A year ago, a microbiologist

a Doctor David Bruce

found parasites in the
blood of a European man

suffering from, of all things,

African sleeping sickness.
Formal name, anyone?

- Yes, Miss Roy.
- African trypanosomiasis.

Thank you.

Now, those same parasites
had been previously found

in trout and frogs.

Were they the cause of the man's malady?

Or, if so,

how had they been
transmitted to the victim?

- Miss Baxter?
- Via Glossina Morsitans.

Ah yes, indeed!

The fancy Latin term for
the ubiquitous tsetse fly.

So now we have the cause,
the specific microbe;

the search for a treatment begins.

It's a thrilling time to be in medicine.

Cures will be found and
deadly diseases eradicated

in your lifetime, ladies.

Though in the meantime, I suggest

you stay away from the tsetse fly.

(some women chuckling)

Professor Hempel, our
final exam results?

I believe they will be posted tomorrow.

Now good day.

Drowned?

That's truly, truly awful.

Poor Sarah.

You were both in the same
study group, weren't you?

Yes. We spent hours together.

Was she upset about
something that would give her

cause to take her own life?

Nothing at all. Has to
be some kind of accident.

She was graduating,

starting work with Professor
Hempel, lucky thing.

- Why kill herself?
- I know.

I feel the same way.

- Maybe it has something to do with her beau.
- I wouldn't call him a beau.

Who is he?

- His name is...
- We shouldn't say anything, Anne.

Why not?

Sarah was very private.

She's dead, it's a bit late for secrets.

Alright then.

His name's Bernard Winston.

He's a medical student
in his final year.

Just a second, who are you again?

You were a friend of Sarah's.

I still can't believe it.

We were supposed to have
supper at my hall last night,

but she didn't show up.

Did you get into an argument?

Was she upset about something?

What do you mean?

You think I had
something to do with this?

I'm just trying to understand
what happened, Mr. Winston.

How long had you known her?

We met at the inauguration

of the new medical building in October.

Right off the bat, her
intelligence shone through.

You were attracted to her brain?

That's novel.

My father pushed me into medical school,

but I'm more cut out for the
cricket pitch than study hall.

I would've been out on my ear
months ago without Sarah's help.

Sounds like you owe her a lot.

It wasn't all work.

Our knowledge of anatomy wasn't...

purely academic.

She was happy, Miss James,

excited about the future.

(clanking)

I talked to her friends,
and no one can fathom

Sarah taking her own life.

The suicide of someone close
can be hard to comprehend,

and the reason why Miss
Franklin made that choice

is, no doubt, very complex.

- You may never have an answer.
- Bit what if she didn't kill herself?

Miss James,

without evidence of foul play,

there's nothing we can do about it.

You understand that, don't you?

Then let's turn our attention to what

poison killed Mr. Mclnnes.

Reinsch has proven unhelpful.

Could you set up for the Gutzeit test?

And the science laboratory is
to be at the end of this wing.

Yes, for my wife and myself.

I suppose she's behind the
automated dishwashing cupboard.

Actually, that's my idea.

I have detailed specifications here...

Which I have studied
carefully, Detective Murdoch.

No matter the peculiarities
of the room contents,

it's still a bricks-and-
mortar construction

- for which I am well qualified.
- Yes.

From your prospectus,

it's clear that you are
thoroughly competent.

Now, did you make note
of these roof lines?

Unconventional but sound.

Nothing that can't be constructed.

I've designed them this way so
that rainwater can be collected,

stored and reused for irrigation...

that is until I install the internal
cooling system that will work...

Can I ask when you will be
making a decision, Detective?

Oh, that could be years.

The technology required
for such a system

- is still in its infancy...
- I mean on which contractor you'll be using.

There are a number of people
considering my services.

Oh.

Well, I'm... I'm sure you can
appreciate this decision is considerable

and not one to be made in haste.

I will contact you in
due time, Mr. Binks.

Detective Murdoch. Madam.

Patience is not a virtue

amongst the city's contractors.

Isn't Mr. Binks the seventh
man you've interviewed?

Yes, and he made the short list

based on his budget parsimony.

But I don't think he fully appreciates
the intricacies of my design, Julia.

He doesn't need to appreciate
it to build it, surely.

Wasn't he a contractor
on the King Edward Hotel?

Yes.

That hasn't fallen down yet.

That isn't the point.

Well, what is the point
of a builder but to build?

Don't answer that.

I have the results on Mr. Mclnnes.

Arsenic poisoning.

Likely administered
by several small doses.

The accumulation eventually killed him.

I also found a purgative in his system.

Hmm, that would explain the vomit
that was found on his clothing.

An unsuccessful attempt
to save him perhaps.

Do you have any suspects?

At this point, two. Wife and mistress.

Wife and mistress? Some
motive there surely.

So you would think,

but the arrangement
seemed to suit all parties.

- How terribly French!
- Hmm...

So,

am I to assume that Mr.
Binks is off your list?

- We can do better, Julia.
- (Julia sighs.)

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- (indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

Dr. Stowe-Gullen.

Yes, Miss James. How can I help you?

It's about Sarah Franklin.

Yes, I was very saddened
to hear the news.

I just saw her exam result. I...

- I don't understand how she could fail.
- I am equally mystified.

Miss Franklin was one
of our best students.

She would have made an exceptional
research scholar for Professor Hempel.

She just needed to pass this exam.

Maybe there was some mistake.

Perhaps her exam was muddled
up with some other student's.

There's no mistake, Miss James.

This is what she handed in.

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She didn't write a word.

Deliberately sabotaging
her bright future.

Why she would do that?

I'm afraid she took the answer

with her to the grave, Miss James.

Goodbye, Edward.

Rest in peace.

I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Stone.

Thank you.

Detective, I know you
didn't have to allow this.

I appreciate the courtesy.

(Miss Stone sobbing)

I believe her grief is genuine.

- It certainly seems so.
- (door closing)

Julia,

did you see her complexion?

I noticed it the first time I
met her. She seems overly pale.

Yes. She could be anaemic,

though she was perspiring and
I also noted her odorous breath.

Is she ill?

Those are classic symptoms
of mercury treatment.

Mercury's primary use is in
the treatment of syphilis, no?

Yes. It has limited results, but

in the absence of a cure...

Julia, if Miss Stone is syphilitic,

then there's every possibility

that Mr. Mclnnes was as well.

Anne,

Katherine,

did you see Sarah's exam result?

I couldn't believe it. Big fat zero.

That doesn't make any
sense. Why would she do that

- if she already knew the...
- Katherine...

What?

You're the one who said you
didn't want to keep quiet.

Don't be idiotic. Think
of the consequences.

There are no consequences
for me; I didn't believe her!

Believe what?

Well, the cat's out of the bag
now, you might as well know.

Sarah hadn't been pulling
her weight in our study group.

She stopped coming to classes, spent
all of her time in the laboratory.

She expected us to pick up the
slack and give her our notes.

And we got sick of doing her work.

We tried to throw her
out of the study group,

let her sink or swim, but

she begged us not to.

Swore up and down
she'd make it up to us.

- And she did, too.
- How?

The next time we saw her, she was

very sure about the
questions on the final exam.

Told us exactly what to study.

She was right.

Anne got a great mark.

And you?

Unfortunately, I didn't listen to her.

How did Sarah know the exam questions?

I think it has something
to do with Bernard Winston.

- Why?
- He's no bright shining light,

but he scored top marks in the
same exam at the men's college.

How do you think he managed that?

I'll get back to you.

Is that our builder?!

Mr. Cole?

Perhaps.

Though he did laugh at my
notion of a standing bath.

So he has a sense of humour;

- you can't penalize him for that.
- This is an important decision.

Yes, and one that must be made, soon.

I won't place our home
into the wrong hands.

Whose hands are the right hands?

I haven't found them yet.

Let's face it, William, you
think you should build our house.

(laughing): Me?

No one man can do that.

Well, of course they can't.

But perhaps with the right crew,

some competent craftsman...

Of course, you would have
to have a very good foreman.

William!

I was joking.

Oh.

Let's talk about this later.

I've made an interesting discovery.

Come to my office.

- (inaudible conversation)
- (bell tolling)

Syphilis is a truly insidious disease.

It can invade the nervous system
at even the earliest stages.

So to that end, I
re-examined Mr. Mclnnes

and discovered he had ocular syphilis.

- It was affecting his eyesight.
- Mm-hmm.

So he would have known
he was a carrier then.

Most likely.

Which would explain why he stayed away

from his wife and stopped
seeing his mistress.

He was trying to be responsible.

A little too late for
Miss Stone however.

He sentenced her to death.

Or as least madness.

Actually, there has been
some scientific progress.

Two scientists from Germany,

Fritz Schaudinn and Erich Hoffmann,

have identified the causative bacteria.

"Treponema pallidum spirochete."

But how to eradicate the bacteria
without harming the patient?

That is the next scientific challenge.

So you think syphilis plays
a role in Mr. Mclnnes' death?

Given his domestic
arrangement, perhaps it does.

(indistinct chatter)

Mr. Winston!

- What do you want now?
- You cheated on your final exam.

Not here.

- What are you talking about?
- Don't pretend you don't know!

You stole the exam questions
and gave them to Sarah!

She threatened to
expose you, didn't she?

You don't know what
you're talking about.

She was going to tell
so you shut her up.

- I didn't.
- You threw her in the river.

You've got it all wrong, you silly fool!

Oh, you can tell that to the police.

I didn't give the exam to
Sarah; she gave it to me.

- What do you mean?
- She told me what to study.

- You're lying.
- She knew the questions.

- How?
- I don't know.

I didn't want to know.

Oh, God, are you gonna tell?

Are you?

- Please don't!
- (suspenseful music)

(woman): I found it! (woman laughing)

(woman talking indistinctly)

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- (indistinct chatter)

Miss James.

Detective.

What are you doing here?

I...

I've been looking into
Sarah Franklin's death.

Oh, Miss Franklin? The suicide?

I... Well, I found something.

Not that I should have been looking.

That's quite all right.

What did you find?

I found an address in Sarah's locker.

"RS-100, 2040 Rosehill Avenue."

I just discovered who lives there.

Edward Mclnnes.

I believe the two cases are connected.

I believe you're right.

So Miss Franklin had the exam in advance

and shared it with Bernard Winston
and the rest of her study group,

- but then handed in a blank exam?
- Yes.

And you think she was going
to report the cheating?

How else to explain the blank exam?

And none of this explains why

Sarah had the address of a
murdered businessman in her locker.

Perhaps Sarah was Mr.
Mclnnes' new mistress.

You think she killed him for

whatever reason and
then took her own life?

Or perhaps someone killed them both.

Now, this is the woman in question.

Well, Miss James, I must
commend your initiative.

Really? Oh, I'm so relieved.

I thought you'd be more disapproving.

Oh, heavens, no. An inquisitive mind

- must be encouraged.
- Thank you, Mrs. Mclnnes.

The victim's wife confirms

that Miss Franklin did
indeed come to the home

looking for Mr. Mclnnes
the day after he died.

She also noted that Miss
Franklin seemed distraught,

though she had no idea why.

Perhaps there's more to
learn at the medical school.

Dr. Stowe-Gullen may be helpful.

Precisely where I'm headed now.

May I ride with you, Detective?

I have an assignment
to finish and hand in.

Of course.

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Miss Franklin was a
most meticulous student,

though happier in the
lab than the classroom.

What was her field of study?

She wanted to work on
identifying compounds

- to combat bacterial disease.
- Oh?

It's a very new field.
I admire her ambition.

She was to be a research scholar

for our esteemed Professor Hempel.

Of all the students in the country,

he chose our Miss Franklin.

I was so proud of her.

She will be sorely missed.

I would like to speak
with this Professor Hempel.

Of course.

Miss Franklin had a burning curiosity.

Not unlike a detective, I suppose.

Now, that distinguished her. That,

as well as her ambition.

Yes. The study of bacteria.

She was dedicated to
the long-term pursuit of

a therapia sterilisans magna,

a treatment that manages
to kill the harmful bacteria

without causing any damage
to a patient's healthy cells.

"Magic in a bottle," I called it.

It's a bit of a dream,

actually, but that
wasn't going to stop her.

This your work?

Yes, uh, I'm researching
African sleeping sickness.

I'm just a rank amateur compared
to my European colleagues,

but I'm keen to find a way to
protect the brave missionaries

working on the Dark Continent.

Miss Franklin couldn't wait
to start working with me.

Did she seem distressed lately?

Not at all.

That is why this has been
such a terrible shock.

Yes. Why destroy her future

by deliberately
sabotaging her final exam?

I have no idea.

I can only guess she had

some sort of a breakdown.

Melancholia is often
the companion of genius.

Hmm.

Do you know the exam
questions in advance?

Good Lord, no.

A province-wide affair.
Tightly guarded, I gather.

Yes, of course, of course.

Did Miss Franklin ever
mention a Mr. Mclnnes to you?

"Mclnnes"?

No, I don't recognize the name.

Thank you for your time, Professor.

♪

(indistinct conversation)

- ♪
- (door closing)

Julia. Julia. Have a look at this.

Some of Miss Franklin's research.

She had been working... with arsenic.

Do you think she had something
to do with Mr. Mclnnes' death?

She had the means, she
could be the killer.

But what's her connection?
She wasn't intimate with him.

Or if she was, she wasn't infected.

I re-examined her.

William, this research.

Miss Franklin wasn't
working with pure arsenic.

She was using arsenic compounds.

- We know arsenic kills but when...
- In combination with other elements,

- could also cure.
- Exactly.

Some of these formulas
are very sophisticated.

She had been using
rats as test subjects.

With some success.

Julia, what if she was onto something?

♪

- (tick-tock)
- (indistinct chatter)

(man sighing)

(other woman): Oh, thank you.

(eerie music)

(distant, echoing tapping)

♪

Here it is!

Miss Franklin was
trying to eradicate this!

Nasty-looking thing.

"Trypanosome."

Spiral-shaped parasite that
causes sleeping sickness.

Oh, that makes sense.

Miss Franklin had begun
working with Professor Hempel.

He is researching sleeping sickness.

Julia, this illustration
reminds me of...

Oh yes!

Where are you going?

The research journal you were
showing me only yesterday.

What of it?

The causal agent for
syphilis. Here it is.

- They look quite similar.
- They do.

In fact, the scientists who
discovered the syphilis bacteria

made the same observation.

Could the treatment for
one also treat the other?

You think the professor
and Miss Franklin

were researching syphilis
as well as sleeping sickness?

But if so, why not tell me?

Well, any breakthrough
in the cure for syphilis

would be an enormous scientific coup.

It's the stuff of Nobel Prizes.

It would relieve the
suffering of millions.

So they kept their work a secret.

Julia,

the compounds that Miss
Franklin had been working with,

could they be lethal if
given in frequent doses?

What are you thinking?

Perhaps Miss Franklin's
rats were not enough.

They needed a human subject.

(footsteps)

(gasping)

What are you doing in here?

I'm just a cleaner, sir.

I am almost finished.

Well, hurry it up. I
have a lot of work to do.

- Yes, sir.
- (distressing music)

Haven't I... ?

Yes, I have seen you before.

You're no cleaner.

You're that new student in
second year. The special case.

What are you doing in my office?

Nothing.

What are you looking for?

(shouting): Answer me, girl!

- (both grunting)
- (suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(Miss James locking door)

(footsteps)

(anxious breathing)

(footsteps)

(footsteps approaching)

(Hempel rattling lock
then unlocking door)

(Hempel locking door)

(footsteps)

I know you're in here.

(footsteps)

I just want to talk to you.

♪

Now, young lady...

... what were you doing in my office?

Wouldn't want to see you expelled

from the college.

I know about Sarah...

and about the cheating
on the final exam.

(Hempel sighing) We had
important work to do,

- she had to pass.
- You gave her the questions!

If I hadn't, she was going
to fail, so yes. What of it?

Is that what you were looking for?

Planning a little cheating
yourself, were you?

What papers were you burning?

Who are you?

What does RS-100 mean?

What's your name?

Rebecca James.

Well, Miss James,

you must be quite a bright thing

to be accepted into the college.

Perhaps we can come to an agreement.

What does that mean?

I'll need a new research assistant.

You could step into
Miss Franklin's shoes.

Are you interested?

No, you don't.

(dynamic music)

Detective Murdoch!

Mr. Desmond.

I'm sure glad to see you, Detective.

Is everything all right?

I'm looking for Rebecca.

Now, we "was" supposed to
meet at the church social,

but she didn't show up.

That's not like her.

No, no, it's not.

I'll let you in on a little secret:

I am on the verge of a major discovery

that you could be a part of.

Miss Franklin would be proud of you,

another woman entering the field.

You stole Sarah Franklin's work.

Is that what she told you?

She didn't tell me anything!

She was no angel.

She had more than enough
reason to take her own life.

(footsteps)

Oh, my God! Where is she?

Rebecca!

- Becca, are you here?!
- (stifled shouting)

(both grunting)

- Argh!
- UP HERE!

(suspenseful music)

Don't make a sound.

(muffled talking)

(suspenseful music)

(Rebecca grunting)

- AH!
- (glass-shattering noise)

(Rebecca grunting)

Detective, I am very pleased to see you.

I caught this woman
rifling through my office.

I want her arrested for
burglary and assault.

Professor, take your hands
off Miss James this instant.

- (Miss James sighing)
- If you say, Detective.

You alright, Becca?

Detective,

he gave Sarah the exam,

- and he stole her work.
- I'm afraid your Miss James

has some cockeyed
notion about her friend.

(small nervous laugh)

Now,

why are you here, Detective?

Well, Professor, since we last spoke,

I looked a little further
into your research.

In particular, the similarities
between the causal agents

of syphilis and sleeping sickness.

You have done your homework.

Did you know Edward Mclnnes?

No.

- Was he RS-100?
- RS...

I believe that was Miss
Franklin's coding system.

I hate to speak ill of the dead...

Go on.

She had her lab rats, but she...

she talked about
needing a human subject.

So Miss Franklin knew Mr. Mclnnes?

If he was RS-100,

- yes, I think she did.
- He's lying!

He's the one who treated Mr. Mclnnes.

- Don't be ridiculous!
- I can prove it!

This was in his fireplace, sir.

Pieces of Mr. Mclnnes' medical records.

Professor Hempel was treating him.

He was burning the evidence.

Detective, she came to me and
confessed what she had done.

I was merely trying to help.

You gave him the purgative?

Yes, I tried to save
him, but it was too late.

Sarah didn't give a
patient an unproven formula.

- She would never do that!
- You didn't know her.

Professor,

you're coming with me.

Miss James was right.

Sarah Franklin did not kill Mr. Mclnnes.

She'd gone to his home

to find him the day after he died.

Had she learned that you'd
been using her formulas?

(Hempel scoffing) Sarah
Franklin wasn't a saint.

What does that mean?

I learned of the similarities
between the agents

for sleeping sickness and syphilis.

When I saw the progress Sarah was making

on arsenical compounds, I
proposed we work together.

She was excited at the prospect,

and she gave me her formula.

What of Mr. Mclnnes?

Well, he had done his own research.

He knew the syphilis
bacteria had been identified

so he came to me begging for help.

He was fully aware of the risks.

So you began treating him

with Miss Franklin's arsenic compounds.

- Did she know about this?
- Yes.

She was as ambitious as I.

Then a few weeks into the treatment,
her lab rats started to die.

She tried adjusting the
arsenic levels in the compound,

but it was too late.
The damage was done.

And Mr. Mclnnes began dying as well.

- He was desperate.
- Of course he was,

but you were the doctor, the scientist.

You should have urged caution.

Don't be naive, Detective.

You think progress is made without risk,

without intuitive leaps?

That's what separates great
minds from the ordinary.

And that's what you
saw in Sarah Franklin...

- a great mind, a risk taker?
- I did,

but I was wrong. She was weak.

She couldn't cope with her failure

and she suffered the
consequences at her own hand.

You put a dying man in his own car,

drove him to a remote area

and left him there to be
found by a night watchman.

You're under arrest for the
murder of Edward Mclnnes.

- You let Sarah Franklin think it was all her fault!
- Miss James...

Well, it was her compound.

That you administered to Edward Mclnnes!

Medical research is a
demanding field, my dear.

I've often wondered if the
fairer sex is up to the challenge.

Well, given the empirical
evidence of Sarah Franklin,

seems they are not.

All right, that's enough, Professor.

- Take him.
- (door opening)

- (door closing)
- He's wrong, Detective.

Yes, Miss James. He is wrong.

Well, it's been an exciting
week at the college.

Your Miss James is quite a pistol.

Yes, I believe she's
coming into her own.

I hope the morgue can
contain her energy.

I'm sure you'll find a way.

Julia, I have a proposal.

I'm setting up a course
in forensic medicine,

- and I want you to teach it.
- Me?

I think you'd be a wonderful example

- for our students to emulate.
- (Julia sighs.)

That's very flattering,

but I must warn you the research methods

I'd like to pursue might
be somewhat unorthodox.

That doesn't trouble me.

Medical research is
still uncharted territory.

There is no progress without
ruffling a few feathers.

Then I'd be delighted to
stir up some controversy.

I can always count on you.

(small chuckle)

Alright. Wait. Wait.

(delighted sigh)

Since you missed the party, Becca.

Come here.

Now what got into you anyway,

poking around some

white man's study when you
could have been living it up

at the church social?

- I could have bested him.
- Really?

But it was good to see you there.

Maybe it's time for you to put that

moonlight detective work
on the back burner, Becca.

Says who?

- Says me.
- Really?

Admit it.

You need protection.

Admit it. You're envious.

You know we make a good team.

- Oh, you think so, do you?
- (Mr. Desmond chuckling)

When are you gonna give that up?

I...

When are you gonna give it up?

Patience, Mr. Desmond.

I promise,

it will be worth the wait.

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