Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 14, Episode 4 - Shock Value - full transcript

*MURDOCH MYSTERIES*
Season 14 Episode 04

Episode Title: "Shock Value"
Aired on: January 25, 2021

Help!

Help me...

Help!

No identification.

What killed him?

I can't determine
the cause of death

until I conduct
a complete postmortem.

Judging by
the state of rigor,

I'd hazard he's been
gone four, five hours.



I concur.

Where's his hat
and coat?

I can only comment on
the condition of the corpse,

not the lack
of its garments.

I was being
rhetorical, Ms. Hart.

I will do an examination
and get back to you

as soon as I can.

Thank you.

Well, Ms. Hart?

The cause of death
was a massive heart seizure.

A heart attack?
He's a young man.

In his early twenties,
if I were to guess.

Was his heart weak?
Was he ill?

No signs of either.



But there were oddities
and then there are these.

They're burns.

Electrocution marks
would be my guess.

Would you agree,
Miss Hart?

Thank you for asking.
Yes, I would.

Those kinds of burns
are consistent

with electrical current
running through the body.

But how did he manage
to electrocute himself

in the middle of
a university campus?

Whatever happened to
him likely didn't happen

- where he was found.
- Uh,

apple,
please, ma'am.

Thank you.

What?

Fruit, sir.
You-you don't normally...

Yes, I do.
But very, very rarely.

So, why then?

Where does every daft
idea come from, Murdoch?

Margaret.
She says they're good for me.

It's a nuisance.

That'll do.

So, someone ran
a current through him

and then dumped the body?

Could have been
an accident.

But why dump him?

Because it
likely wasn't.

You free on
Friday evening?

I believe so, yes.

Good.

Why?

It's a surprise.

Oof. I am not
fond of surprises.

Indulge me.

Well, as long as there's
no hideous crime,

I'll be there.

If you would like,
I could drop by later today.

No, don't do that.

I'll see you on Friday.
That'll be fine.

We should
have automobiles.

Why?

A modern police station
would have an automobile by now.

The Inspector thinks
they're tools of the devil.

Or a passing fancy,
at the very least.

Constable!
Constable Crabtree!

Ah, thank God
you're here.

What are you doing?

I have witnessed
an abduction.

A child.
A baby, really.

Are you sure?

I'm...
Of course I'm sure.

Follow me!

Is this
the young man?

Ah!

Dear, oh dear.
That's him.

That's Byron Shelby.

What happened,
Detective?

We don't yet know.

Oh, the poor,
dear boy.

He was such a nice
young fellow.

An absolute charmer.

What else can you
tell me about him?

He was happy,

said he'd found a way
to earn some money

and catch up
with his arrears.

Not that I minded.

He was such a good tenant,
it didn't matter to me

if he got a little
behind with the rent.

"And I'm going to take you
for meat pies, Mrs. L.

Just you see."

Oh...

I'm very sorry.

Is-is there next of kin
that I could notify?

No.

He said he was
an orphan.

Hm.

And did he have any friends,
maybe, I could speak with?

He didn't have time
to make many friends.

However, not too long ago,
he did have a young woman.

Got a little giddy
one evening

and said he had
a sweetheart.

Did he mention
her name?

He didn't say.

I don't know how
serious he was.

Hm.

Byron's body was found
near the university.

Was he a student there?

Not full-time...
Couldn't afford that.

I suppose he may have
had some friends

from his
courses there.

Yes. What was he studying?

Oh. I don't remember
what it's called.

The science of the mind,
he called it.

Psychology?

Yes, that's it.

You see.

- Where's the mother?
- I don't know.

I was out
running errands.

The pram was
sitting right here.

There was no
one else around.

So, a mother just left her child
in the middle of the street?

It would appear so.

I don't know.
I'm not inside her head.

I'm just telling
you what I saw.

All right,
what did you see, exactly.

Ugh. A man.

Rat-like.

He walked up to the pram,
looked around, took the baby.

I yelled, he ran.

I ran after him,
he was gone.

Then that's when
I came to see you.

Anything else?

The wee thing was
wearing a blue dress.

Um...

And that's all
I remember.

All right, well,
I'll have a look around.

Well, good.

I would hate to see tragedy
befall a little one.

I can't say I knew him really.
He was only part-time.

Did he have any friends
here at the university?

I shouldn't think so.

More acquaintances,
like ourselves.

He was always working
or studying, you see.

Apparently, Mr. Shelby
informed his landlady

he was about to
make some money.

Would you know
anything about that?

Why would we know
anything about that?

As for him earning money,
that's a good one.

He always had his hand
out asking for it.

You lent him some, you'd be
lucky if you ever got it back.

Sounds like a reason
to dislike him.

Surely is.

But I'm not going to hurt anyone
over a dollar and a half.

Where around here would
one come into money?

I don't know.

He always sold newspapers,
didn't he?

Extra money.

Well, this is the department
of practical sciences.

They're always
looking for subjects.

Subjects?

To perform
experiments on.

They pay quite well for
the indignities they perform.

Indignities?
What sort of indignities?

I volunteered once.
Never again, thank you.

They put some kind of monitor
on my pulse and my heart

and then they let off a gun
right behind my head.

Bang!
Scared me half to death.

- Why would they do that?
- How should I know?

They rarely tell you what
they're after with these things.

Who would we talk
to about this?

Try Mr. and Mrs.
Frankenstein.

And who might they be?

Doctor Arthur Kingston
and his wife.

They're new to
the university.

Been looking for new subjects
every week it seems.

Both quite mad,
as far as I'm concerned.

Mad?

I'm not sure I'd
go quite that far.

We are committed to
the pursuit of new ideas.

Sometimes that can be
considered madness.

Especially in a
place like Toronto.

So what can
we do for you?

What is it Roberta? We're busy.

I'm sorry.
I can come back later.

Arthur, don't be so rude.

Detectives,
this is Roberta Haycroft,

our research assistant.

Pleasure.

That's good that we've got
all three of you here, then.

Do any of you know of a man
by the name of Byron Shelby?

Part-time student.

Shelby.

No. He isn't in any
of our classes.

Perhaps he was a subject
in one of your experiments?

Only if he
used an alias.

An alias?
Why would he do that?

Some students think
taking money

to be used as lab rats
is unseemly.

They're hardly
lab rats.

Who knows the things
that people do?

Or why they do them.

That's what we are
endeavouring to find out.

What are the factors that
motivate a person's behaviour?

That's the nature
of your study?

Indeed, Detective.

A pursuit that differs little
from your own, I'd imagine.

And what are you
currently pursuing?

Right now we are studying
the relative effectiveness

of aversive versus
positive reinforcement

on memory and learning.

The praise versus
punishment theory.

Exactly.

So, what's better -
a pat on the head,

or a kick up
the backside?

We don't know yet.

Our research
is not yet complete.

Ah.

Do any of your experiments
require the use of electricity?

Electricity? No.

Why?

Just something
I'm pursuing.

You don't
trust those two.

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

William,
just pick it up and take a bite.

I don't like that.

Why?

Because I appreciate uniformity.

Much better.
Would you like one?

No.

You said you know
Arthur and Laura Kingston?

Only by reputation.

There aren't that many husband
and wife teams around.

And just what is
that reputation?

They've only
arrived just recently.

People say they're odd.

Overly obsessed
with their work.

They could say
the same about us.

Hm. And they would be right.

Have you got
something to say?

- I need to talk to you.
- Well, go on.

If you want to talk
to someone about

what happened to Byron,
talk to Skate.

Who the devil
is Skate?

I suppose it's what
you'd call a street name.

Who knows what
her real name is.

She took a lot
of money off Byron.

Right! Toronto Constabulary.

Clear off, you lot, now!

What can
I do for you?

Gaming's illegal.

I'll pay the fine.

Double, if you'd like.

Bribery is more illegal.

That so?

You might want to remind some of
the other coppers around here.

I have their names,
if you'd like.

We're investigating
the death of a young man,

a Byron Shelby.

We were told
you knew him.

My Lord,
that's horrible.

Nefarious, was it?

Very much so.

What can you
tell us about him?

Who were his friends?

He didn't have many
that I know of.

Saw him a couple
of times with another man.

He worked for the university
in the basement,

fixing up equipment.

What sort of
equipment?

Science things.

He and Shelby quarreled,
I know that.

What did they
quarrel about?

What men usually fight about...
Money and women.

Shelby was always
quick to borrow money

when he needed it
and slow to give it back.

And women?

Shelby was
a real masher.

Women clung to him
like iron to a magnet.

The other man was
quite the opposite.

And this other
man's name?

Let me think.

I heard Shelby
scarfing at him once.

He got really volcanic.

You mean scoffing?

If I meant that I
would have said so.

No, no, I mean scarfing.

Shelby would laugh at him
and scoff at him

at the same time.

And he banished him
to the Underworld.

Back to the basement?

I suppose.
But I mean his name.

Who's that god
that lives down there?

God of the
underworld is...

- Pluto.
- Very good.

That's what
Shelby called him.

Pluto.

Pluto. Thank you.

Is that a real word, scarfing?

I'm afraid so.

Quite the brain
for a street gambler.

With some knowledge
of Greek mythology.

Hello?

Mr. Pluto?

- What?
- Are you Pluto?

My name is Plato.
John Plato.

Why would you
call me that?

We were misinformed.

What's in this crate?

Oh, nothing.

Spare parts,
I'm taking it to the dump.

Then you won't mind
us taking a look.

What are you doing?
What gives you the right?

We're with
the Toronto Constabulary.

Well, this equipment
belongs to the university.

You can't touch it
without permission.

I'm afraid it's too late
for that, Mr. Plato, sir.

What is it?

This machine is designed
to deliver electrical shock.

Has this got something to do

with the aversive reinforcement
they were talking about?

What can you
tell us about this?

I told you, it's rubbish.

I was supposed to
throw it out yesterday.

Who ordered its removal?

The Frankensteins.

That's the second time
I've heard them called that.

Any reason?

Well, they think they
can control man's nature.

They tell you that?

They'll tell anyone
who'll listen.

When exactly did Dr. Kingston
order this to be removed?

Day before last.

Did you hear about
the boy who was killed?

I did.

Did you know him?

I don't know, but there's
a rumour going around

that it was Shelby.

That's right.

Then I guess I knew him.

- Friend of yours?
- I wouldn't say that.

He was a student.

I saw him
around the building.

You did
more than that.

The word around here
is that you two fought.

Fought? Who told you that?

Well,
did you fight with him or not?

- Argued, maybe.
- About what?

Money.

It was always money with him.
Owed half the university money.

Including you?

Uh, no.

If anything, I tried
to give him a hand up.

Had him help me
out a couple of times.

Him and some
friend of his.

Clear this place up a bit.

They didn't do
a very good job.

Exactly.
Hence the argument.

I didn't kill him.

We'll be
taking all of this.

Good.
Save me the trouble.

Sir?

And no reports?

So, nothing.

Right.
Well, thank you.

Well, oof.

What's occupying
your thoughts?

I had a report of a baby
that had been taken.

Good Lord.

Anyone see anything?

There was a witness

but she wasn't
able to provide much.

And no one has sounded any
alarm about a child missing.

There's no
distraught mother.

There's nothing.

Did you try every
Station House?

Yes, of course.

And this witness,
are you inclined to believe her?

That I don't know.

Well, why would someone lie

about seeing someone
steal a child?

Well, it's not so much
what she lied about

but who she lied to.

You two are
acquainted?

Yes. Or no.
I-I don't know.

Hm.

Sounds to me like you could
use some help with this.

Bloody scientists.

Every time we get mixed up with
them it's nothing but trouble.

They're psychologists, sir.
Hardly scientists.

You know,
if I wasn't a bigger person

I might take
offence to that.

Julia, I only meant that...

It's all right, William,
I'm aware of your feelings

on things
you don't understand.

I've been doing
some digging.

I found out a little
more about the Kingstons.

And?

There is a lot
of controversy

surrounding the way in which
they conduct their experiments.

Apparently, some of their
subjects have complained.

What about?

That the experiments
left them in a state

of mental distress.

Have any of them been
left in a state of death?

Not so far.

But they were last
employed at Temple University

in Philadelphia and their
contract has not been renewed.

What happened there?

Unfortunately,
the records are sealed

and the university signed
a nondisclosure agreement

so there is no way to know
the nature of their experiments.

So, they did something nasty

south of the border

and now they're
terrorizing Toronto.

Charming.

Perhaps the Kingstons'
latest experiment

has gone horribly wrong.

Julia, they're both
on their way in.

Perhaps you could stay
and help me with the things

I don't understand.

So, your witness
to this abduction

is the woman you
believe held you captive?

Correct.

I can see why you're
disinclined to trust her.

But, it's a baby.
I mean, I have to look.

Well, I can carry
on if you have

personal matters
to attend to.

No, no-no.
Why would you say that?

Oh, uh...

- With me.
- Right.

This all
belongs to you, does it not?

I would imagine you
already know that it does.

I don't believe
we've been introduced.

Dr. Julia Ogden.

In what field?

I'm a trained surgeon.

But I'm also
a practicing psychiatrist.

Hm. Never heard of you.

Well, I've heard
of you two.

You have quite
the reputation.

Why are we here,
Detective?

Because Byron Shelby
was killed by electrocution.

And this device
of yours is designed

to deliver
electrical current.

Yes, and I doubt it
had anything to do

with Mr. Shelby's death.

Why do you say that?

It cannot deliver
a lethal voltage.

Nothing close to it.

It was designed only to
provide a mild electric shock.

You can test it
yourself.

I intend to.

But that raises an
important question:

If this device of yours
is indeed harmless,

then why ask John Plato
to dispose of it?

Who says we did?

He did.

Yes, well,
we didn't need it any longer.

It's as simple as that.

I don't believe it is.

I believe Byron Shelby
was your patient.

And I also believe that you
gave him an electrical shock

so powerful
that it killed him

and you then disposed
of his body

so that no one
would ever find out.

Let's go, my love.

We're done here.

I'm not.

Then you find evidence
that we did something wrong.

Not just wild ravings.

It isn't the voltage
that will kill you,

it's the amperes.

And the amperes on
this machine are controlled

by this dial.

And these deliver
the shock?

That's correct.

So, do you think
it could kill someone.

The voltage from
a standard wall outlet

is enough to kill a man
if delivered all at once

and for a sustained
period of time.

And the only thing
on this machine

capping that voltage
is this dial.

And that's what's turned on
to administer the shock.

Indeed. And it is turned
up to increase the voltage.

The question is,

is the maximum
enough to kill?

Turn it on.

Julia, this very
likely killed someone.

Possibly, but only
at the highest voltage.

At the very least,

it's designed
to deliver pain.

Well, put it on
the lowest setting

and then turn it up
until I can't take any more.

I'm not going
to do that.

Well, or I
could zap you.

See how much
you can take.

I have a better idea.

Thought mine was
pretty good.

Is anything happening?

I don't think
it's going to squeal.

No.

But we will be able to tell
if the flesh is burning.

Oh, it's burning.

Oh.

And these burn marks
do match those of the victim.

Enough to kill
a man, then?

I'll have to run
some amperage tests,

but I believe this machine
did kill Mr. Shelby.

How long have you been
working for the Kingstons?

I've been assisting them
ever since their arrival

at the university last year.

They professed no knowledge
of the dead man.

Is that true?

Mm.

They did know him,
didn't they?

Yeah.

He was involved in one
of their experiments?

He was.
He was one of the subjects.

Can you describe to us
the exact nature

of those experiments.

They wanted to see if
people responded better

to a learning problem if they
were punished for a mistake,

or simply praised
when they got it right.

Much as they
described.

Miss Haycroft...

are you familiar
with this equipment?

Where did
you get that?

Are you familiar
with this equipment?

Yes.

It was used in the experiments
that you're referring to.

Roberta?

You can ask
the doctors.

We're asking you.

Well, the subjects were
there voluntarily, so...

I'm aware of that.

Can you please describe
the nature of these experiments?

The subjects would be
connected to the machine

and then they were to repeat
a list of numbers.

If they got a number wrong,

they would receive
a small shock.

And the voltage was increased
after every wrong answer.

Did the subjects know
that the voltage

- would be increased each time?
- Yes.

They were told at
the beginning of the test.

It-it wasn't supposed
to be dangerous.

I was... I was
told that it was safe.

What happened, Roberta?

What happened
to Mr. Shelby?

He got the answers wrong.

The voltage was increased.

Yes.

But the experiment continued.

Yes.

The shocks became greater
and greater until,

finally, he succumbed.

Yes.

Did you see it?
Did you watch them kill him?

You don't understand.

The Kingstons set it up,
but they did not participate

in the experiment.

It was me.

I was working
the controls.

I was administering
the shocks.

I killed him.

I killed Mr. Shelby.

He kept getting
the sequence wrong,

so I was only doing
what I was told.

Had you ever met Mr. Shelby
prior to this experiment?

No.

And you were working
under the instruction

of the Kingstons?

Yes, of course.

Were they there?

They set it up
and then they left.

Why?

Th-They said I could
conduct it on my own.

That they trusted me...

They trusted me.

They trusted me
and I ruined everything.

Have you charged her?

No.

But she's the one who
killed him. She confessed.

She was acting under
the direction of the Kingstons,

which complicates things.

Who weren't even there.

No.

They told her
precisely what to do

and it resulted
in a man's death.

Or she did something
completely different

and ended up killing him.

Who's to say if she was
the only one there?

Either way,
she was given the authority

to do what she did.

Just because your
Commanding Officer tells you

to shoot a man doesn't mean
you didn't kill him.

No, but surely
the Commanding Officer

still deserves the lion's
share of the culpability.

Bloody scientists.
Crackpots.

So what's your plan, Murdoch?

Well, Sir,
the machine is dangerous.

They claim it wasn't.

If I can prove they knew
the machine could kill,

then they will be
charged with murder.

I'm not letting
the girl go.

You prove it was
the Frankensteins, fine.

Otherwise,
the girl's going to prison.

I just don't think
fruit agrees with me.

Goldie?
What are you doing here?

I just happened to be nearby
and I saw you come in here.

Oh, we've been here
more than an hour.

Well, I wanted to give you
time to finish your business

before popping in.

I see.

I thought I might see
if you're free for lunch.

Oh.

We're busy, at work.

Busy.

Dr. Ogden is helping me
with a case at the moment.

Oh, is that so?
Oh, how exciting.

Mm-hm.

It must be so nice
to have a husband

and be able to
share mutual pursuits.

It is.

I remember when
Raymond and I...

I'll leave you to it.

No... no bother.

I've come to accept
dining alone.

I've talked to every
resident in the area.

No one has
reported anything.

Certainly not a rat-like
man with a new baby.

Right, well,
I'll tell the lads

to keep searching but,
until we have a sighting,

we don't have much
to go on.

Indeed.

Uh, well,
I should be off.

- George.
- Effie.

Have you heard
anything?

- About what?
- The missing child.

Dorothy's terribly upset.
Beside herself, really.

She's been searching
all afternoon.

- Oh, has she?
- Yes.

Well, Effie, I'm not
sure what else I can do.

We have no reports
of a missing child,

we have no witnesses...

She saw what
she saw, George.

Well, it's possible
that she's...

mistaken.

- Mistaken?
- Look, I think it's admirable...

All I'm saying is

that there is something
suspicious about Miss Ernst.

I find it hard
to believe.

Yes, I know you do.

I will keep
an eye on her.

So, you believe me?

I said I will keep
an eye on her.

Constable Crabtree,
I found this.

It's the same colour as
the dress the child was wearing.

Where did you find it?

The entrance to the laneway
off Carlton Street.

- Let's go.
- No, no. I can't.

- What if the child is...
- You stay with her.

Oh, my gosh.
Thank you.

Of course.

Neither my husband nor I
have much to say to you.

We don't need you to say much,
just answer a few questions.

Keep in mind, however,
that we do know

your machine
killed Mr. Shelby.

So, whatever happened,

the university
will not be pleased.

That's what this
is all about, isn't it?

You're trying to
protect your work.

That's why you moved the body.

Because if it was
discovered that a man died,

your research
would be stopped.

You've already been
fired from one university.

What we know now
will end your careers.

We weren't fired.

We left of
our own accord.

And had every record
of your experiments sealed.

It was simply another
case of an institution

impeding the progress
of science.

You've never run into
such a thing, Doctor?

I've never done
anything unethical.

I highly doubt that.

You are a surgeon
and ex-psychologist

sitting in on
a police interview.

And you also
withheld information

that you are married to
the detective investigating us.

What happened
in Philadelphia?

Did someone else fall victim to
your questionable experiments?

Did someone else die?

- Of course not.
- Then what happened?

It was the same experiment.

You don't have to say
anything, Laura.

We've done nothing wrong.

The subjects complained.

We were "encouraged"
to resign.

The subjects complained
because they were hurt.

Injured.

No. No one was injured.

Did you use
the same machine?

Yes, but that
machine is safe.

I highly doubt that.

Multiple subjects
in multiple cities

have been injured
by your experimental torture.

The subjects are not
the people receiving the shocks.

We are not studying positive
and negative reinforcement.

We are studying
compliance.

The subject is the one
administering the shock.

Why? What do you hope
to learn from that?

The effect of authority
on ordinary individuals

is barely understood.

We have discovered that
only a mild suggestion

from a figure of authority
will crumble a man's defiance.

We didn't even have
to be in the room.

Yes, the subjects
complained,

but not because
of the experiment itself.

But because of
what it revealed.

They didn't like
the dark truth it exposed.

That they are weak.

That we're all weak.

The volunteers didn't
know that that was also

part of the study?

It would ruin the objectivity
of the experiment

if they were
warned in advance.

We're scientists.

I don't see how a study
that uses manipulation

and deceit can be
considered science.

In terms of
the electric shock,

there was a strict limit
to the amount of voltage

that would be applied.

No one would be injured.

Someone was injured.

Mr. Shelby is dead.

It makes no sense.

The fact that we've done
the experiment before

should prove
our innocence.

We've run it
a hundred times...

No one has been killed.

Has anyone
before Roberta

ever turned the dial
all the way up?

Aren't you listening?

Yes. Almost everyone.

You're saying when
instructed to inflict pain

on innocent people,
almost everyone was willing

to turn the knob
to the maximum voltage?

Almost everyone.

Man is weak, Doctor.

But that machine is safe.

Remember Thomas Edison?

You think he's behind this.

I was thinking
of his son.

Oh, yes, Edison Jr.
Not exactly a bright spark.

See...

He devised an electric chair
that was meant for rest

and relaxation.

Someone tampered with it.

Exactly.

Someone has done
the same here.

You see this wire?

It's meant to be attached
to this resistor.

And it's not?

Completely bypasses it,
allowing for full voltage.

So, no accident.

Someone meant for
this machine to kill.

The Frankensteins?

I don't think they would
sabotage their own experiment.

It would have to be someone
who knew what they were doing

and someone
who knew this machine.

The technician.

The one who fought
with Shelby.

Oy, you there.

Hold that, Murdoch.

Mr. Plato, you're under arrest
for the murder of Byron Shelby.

At least the apple was good
for something, Murdoch.

That was very
good, Sir.

Well, I didn't
fancy running.

You could use it.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, good Lord.

Please be breathing.

Please be
breathing.

Damn her.

- You can't do this, George.
- I most certainly can.

- I was just trying to help.
- I don't believe you.

What are the charges,
George?

Misleading
a police officer.

Mischief.

I could probably
come up with a dozen.

None that will
hold water.

You're choosing
her over me.

Of course I'm not.

Dorothy, please don't.

I'll have you out
in a few hours.

I just
want to go home.

Wasn't like
this in Windsor.

George, she was simply
trying to be a good citizen.

She was wrong
in what she saw.

And maybe you're
wrong about her.

She's not right
in the head.

You...
You can't say that.

Why are you saying that?

I was just trying
to do a good deed.

You say she's not
right in the head.

Why not give her
a chance to prove it?

I didn't do anything
to that machine.

Who else
would know enough about it

to bypass the resistor?

I don't know.
Maybe it was the Kingstons.

The Kingstons
are reckless,

but I very much doubt they
would want someone to die

during one of
their experiments -

if for no other reason

than it would
impede their research.

It wasn't me, I swear.

Why should we
believe you?

You fought with Shelby.
What was it about?

I told you, I hired
him and his friend

and they did
a poor job.

- That's it?
- Yes.

Although that reminds me...
We were talking about

the machine because
he was supposed to be

in the experiment.

Maybe he did it.

He sabotaged the machine
so he would be electrocuted.

- Really?
- I don't know!

All I know is that I
didn't touch the damn thing.

You said you hired
Shelby and his friend.

Sure, that bunko artist.

But I don't think she's
smart enough to figure out

something like this.

All right, smartass,
we need a word.

What?
What's this about?

Mr. Shelby.

Or, more specifically,
the machine that killed him.

What about it?

You saw the machine
before he died.

You heard about
the experiment from Plato.

Maybe.

Something you failed
to mention to us.

I answer
what I'm asked.

Nothing less,
nothing more.

You knew what that
machine was for

and who it was
going to be used on.

So, what if I did? Huh?

Why would I want
to hurt Shelby?

Why else? For money.

I already told you...

The one who hated Shelby

was the man
in the basement.

Leave me out of it.

You mentioned the two
of them fought over women,

as well as money.

Sure.
Didn't you speak with him?

We did.

He didn't tell you.

Shelby stole
his girl, then.

I guess you didn't
ask the right question.

When did this happen?

Can't recall.
Some months now.

Do you know where
can we find her?

No idea.

The happy couple had
a fight a few weeks back.

As far as she was concerned
they were sweethearts,

practically engaged,
but he was not so keen.

Said they were terminal.

You mean terminated.

Yeah. That's what I said.

What's her name?

It was a man's name.

Bobby... that was it.

Her name was Bobby.

Bobby? Roberta.

Miss Roberta Haycroft.

She's been lying
to us all along, Sir.

She claimed she'd
never met Mr. Shelby

prior to him showing up
for that experiment.

There she is.

Miss Haycroft, a word.

I told you all I know.

I don't think so,
young lady.

We can do this here,
or we can arrest you

and take you to the station.

You lied to us
about knowing Mr. Shelby.

The truth is the two
of you were sweethearts.

That's all in
the past now, isn't it?

Why don't you
just tell us the truth,

Miss Haycroft?

Save us beating
around the bush.

I'm guessing that when
he threw you over,

you planned to get revenge.

No, not planned.

I didn't know what fate
would throw in my path.

I find that hard to believe.

You knew he was going
to be in that chair.

You sabotaged the machine.

And you arranged
to be the test subject

at the controls that day.

Promised we
would marry.

As soon as
he had enough money.

I gave him all I had.

I gave him myself.

When I was no longer
of use to him,

he tossed me aside as if
I was a shirt he'd done with.

So, you knew what
you were doing.

You gave him enough
current to stop his heart.

You killed him.

He broke my heart.

I wanted him to feel the same
pain that he caused me.

It's funny a doctor would be
married to a policeman.

Is it? Why?

Just thought a doctor
could do a lot better.

Well, I'm quite happy
with the arrangement.

Thank you for seeing me.

George thought
it would be a good idea.

He was quite insistent
on it, actually.

So I obliged him.

Between you and me,

I'm a bit
concerned about him.

About him?

I... I do know he has an
overactive imagination.

Um, I know
about these.

- Oh.
- His comic books.

His mind seems to go
places most people's don't.

And, at first,
I thought it was harmless,

but now I fear he thinks
that I'm trying to bedevil him.

He's told you about
his suspicions.

He has.

He thinks I have some sort of
unnatural interest in him.

He's told you that
as well, I imagine.

Yeah.

Well, I would like
to let you know

that nothing could be
further from the truth.

I am in Toronto
to do a good job

and to better myself.

And that is all.

I just want to make
my mother proud.

Constable Crabtree
believes

you're pretending
to be someone else.

Yeah, I-I... Yes.
I have heard that.

It... it's mad.

He thinks I am my sister

and I am-I am clearly not.

And she abducted him.

Yeah, that's
what he says.

And I wouldn't put it
past her, truth be told,

but now, I can't tell
if what George Crabtree

is saying is the truth,
or is simply the product

of his unhealthy
imagination.

Tell me more about
this sister of yours.

There's not...
There's not much to say.

She's a bad apple.

And-and I thought you wanted
me here to talk about me.

I did.

I was just interested
in some context.

There is no context.

I am as plain as day.

I moved here from
Windsor, Ontario

to make something
of myself.

And since being here,
a police constable who,

as luck would have it,
is carrying on with my employer,

believes that
I am after him.

All I did was report

what I thought was
a crime to the police.

Something that any good
citizen would, or should, do.

You believe you saw
someone abduct a baby.

I did see someone
abduct a baby.

Except it wasn't
a real baby.

And how am I...
How am I supposed to know that?

I am far from mad,

Doctor Ogden.

Like you,
I am just a woman

trying to make
her way in the world.

Love that we keep
this a secret.

that the two of them...

Llewellyn, what
are you doing here?

I was going to ask
you the same th...

Ooh.

Surprise.

Oh.

It was for tomorrow,
but I suppose that's done.

I'm sorry. I thought...

I'll let you two
sort this out.

Thanks, Andrew.

I'll have you know
that was the best baker

in all of Toronto.

I let my imagination
get away with me.

Where are you going?

- Well, I thought...
- Sit down.

Since you've
ruined the surprise

we may as well have cake.

So, I suppose this
means you like me.

Oh, very much.

I should not
have followed you.

No, you shouldn't.

But I am flattered.

Never had anyone be
jealous of me before.

To a very good year.

And more.

Now, we're talking real
pieces here, right?

So, we're going to want
to start here to here.

That's an ideal piece.

The Kingstons
will be charged

with impeding
an investigation.

And desecration of a corpse,

I should imagine.

But no responsibility
at all for the death?

It was premeditated
by Miss Haycroft.

Her confession is clear.

Any word on
the university's reaction?

Same as Philadelphia.

Their work will be suspended
and the findings sealed.

Hm.

And this young woman that
George was so worried about?

She seems as sane
as you or I.

It was likely an
honest mistake.

- Julia!
- Oh!

How lucky of me
to catch you.

Actually, I was
just heading out.

I won't take no for an answer.

It's been too long since you
and I have had a chance

to share a drink.

I'm sorry, Goldie...

What is he doing
with that banana?

Don't ask.

I would love to spend
some time with you,

but I think it would be best
if we arrange our visits

in advance.

I thought we
were friends.

Oh, you.

Honestly, sometimes
I think the world

is teetering
on the brink of madness.