16x11 - D.O.A.

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(THEME MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PANTING)

Watch yourself!

Oh, dear. Are you all right?

Where are you going?

(PANTING)

Mind where you're walking!

- Oh!
- Did you see that?

- Yes!
- Watch it here!

- You all right?
- Oh, excuse me.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUFFLED PANTING)

(EERIE MUFFLED SOUNDSCAPE)

What do you want?

What have you done to me?

- I didn't do anything.
- You liar!

- You did this to me!
- (WOMAN GROANING)

(MAN): Let go of her!

(PANTING AND COUGHING)

Are you all right?

Bloody hell, man! What
do you think you're doing?

(PANTING)

I have to go.

There's no more time.

Dear God, he's getting worse.

_

(BABY BABBLING)

You ready for today?

I am, indeed.

This is a rare treat.

A gift from Mrs. Hart.

And one deserving of the day.

Frank Rhodes is finally going to trial.

Yes. And I'm the one
who gets to put him away.

Not just you. There's an eyewitness.

Yes, but I'll be delivering
the coup de grâce.

They're still warm!

William, every Monday
morning you buy those scones

and every Monday morning I refuse them.

You know I loathe those things.

It's her loss.

Well. (CLEARS THROAT)

We will celebrate tonight.

You don't usually
relish in an execution.

This time I'm willing
to make an exception.

Right.

LET'S CONTINUE: politics in Canada.

Ah, Murdoch!

I'm off to the court in an hour.

I'm just going through the
final details with Mr. Bent.

Hello, Nigel Bent.

Detective.

You're worried.

No. (CLATTERING) Ah!

- (GROANING)
- You all right?

Perhaps a bit jittery.

It's not every day you
have to face Frank Rhodes.

All you have to do is tell
the truth about what you saw.

And that was?

I saw Frank Rhodes choke the
life out of Wallace Franklin,

the prison guard.

And I will support your testimony.

I will give an account of my
associations with Frank Rhodes.

I will tell of his misdeeds;

his kidnapping of my wife, my daughter,

- and together we will ensure that he...
- No!

Get away! Le-le-le-leave me alone.

- What is it, Mr. Bent?
- No, no, no!

G-get away from me!

Mr. Bent, please!

(CHOKING)

(DEEP EXHALE)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Bloody hell.

What just happened, Murdoch?

I have no idea.

- Delayed?
- Just hours.

They allowed Rhodes that liberty?

- I requested it.
- You? Why?

Because my key witness
is now in the morgue.

Mr. Bent's testimony was the linchpin
in our case against Frank Rhodes.

Now we need time to strategize

now that the late Mr. Bent
is no longer part of it.

You have Murdoch.

Yes, and his testimony might be enough,

but I would rather do due
diligence to ensure conviction.

Would you not agree?

The man threatened my wife and child.

Do what you have to
to secure a conviction.

One more day shouldn't
make a difference.

Gentlemen.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Anything I say now would be speculation.

Well, then speculate.

From outward appearance he
appears to be in good health.

He's dead.

So I'd say, in this case,

outward appearances are
most certainly deceiving.

I understand that and I will be
performing a thorough examination

once you gentlemen leave me in peace.

Blood tests?

I collected samples.

We'll try to figure out
what caused such a seizure.

How was he acting before he d*ed?

Agitated.

I also believe he was
experiencing hallucinations.

I see.

And how long had that been going on for?

He had been acting funny.

Funny how?

He lost his balance a few times,

started saying he was seeing things.

Was your husband a drinking man?

My husband was teetotal,

believed drink to be the Devil's brew.

When did these symptoms begin occurring?

Just yesterday morning.

At first he thought it was nothing.

So just recently then?

Just over hours ago.

I told him to say nothing about this

and you people forced him to.

We asked him to do his duty.

And see where that got him.

(CRYING)

We have to entertain the possibility
that someone did Mr. Bent harm.

Oh, I'm already of that opinion.

Well, at least it
couldn't have been Rhodes.

Sir, I wouldn't necessarily think that.

We have to consider Frank Rhodes.

His reach extends far
beyond his prison cell.

- Here you are, sir.
- What have you got there?

Uh, names and addresses of
Rhodes' most recent associates.

Uh, only a couple in Toronto.

We have to consider Rhodes,
sir, behind bars or not.

Bring them in.

Ah, we've only found one so far, sir.

Anderson and McNabb are
looking for the others.

Learning to delegate, are you, Higgins?

Just laziness, sir.

Hm.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Here you are, sir. Ah!

Sorry, sir. Butterfingers.

(SIGHS)

Trial is delayed?

Just until tomorrow. Or
the next day at the latest.

How did the man die?

I'm hoping Mrs. Hart can
provide those answers.

And what do you think?

He may have ingested
a foreign substance.

Poisoning?

Perhaps.

Well, it's a good thing we
still have you to put him away.

It's reassuring to know I'm not the
only one interested in vengeance.

He threatened Susannah, William.

That alone has exhausted
my capacity for mercy.

(MAN SIGHS) Nigel Bent.

Can't say I met the fella.

- Who is he?
- Currently, a possible m*rder victim.

Mm. Well, I don't know
anything about tha'.

And why would I have an issue
with someone I don't even know?

Money?

Revenge? Fear?

Which one of those?

Uh, could be any one, I suppose.

If I knew the man.

But you do know Frank Rhodes.

Frank Rhodes...

- Frank Rhodes. No.
- Don't act stupid!

You two were arrested
together years ago.

Ah, him! (CHUCKLES)

I haven't talked to Frank in years.

Not since he went screwy.

What does that mean?

Ain't been the same since the
Black Hand turned her back on him.

And, let me tell you, if Frank's
on the bad side of the Black Hand,

I don't want to have
anything to do with him.

Dead man walking.

So you had nothing
to do with Nigel Bent?

Already said as much.

Right.

You all right?

Yes, fine.

There's a good chance that Frank
Rhodes could walk away from this,

seeing that we have lost our eyewitness.

I'll get him.

I have more than enough
information on the many crimes

that make up Frank Rhodes' life.

None as good as Nigel Bent.

But enough.

I'll see to it he ends
up where he belongs.

Julia? What are you doing here?

I called her.

Why?

You dropped a file.

You almost fell to the
ground in the interview room.

I thought the good doctor
should take a look at you.

That's ridiculous. I'm fine!

- William, it will only take a moment.
- I don't have a moment.

I need to find all of the files

on Frank Rhodes'
crimes and misdemeanors.

Well, you can lead a horse to water.

(SIGHS) Keep an eye on him.

If you notice anything
else, let me know.

Men and doctors.

Any progress?

None. No traces of any
known agents so far.

So an unknown compound?

Or one that's yet to be identified.

Must be lethal if the man's
wife is to be believed.

From first symptom to
death in just over hours.

So you have reason to not believe her?

- Excuse me?
- Well, so you think she's lying?

Uh, it was just a figure of speech.

I apologize.

Uh, no, I'm... I didn't
mean to be short. I...

(SIGHS)

There's just something about
this that's making me feel uneasy.

William may be experiencing symptoms.

I see.

Well, we should get to
the bottom of it then.

Yes. How can I help?

(TINNITUS)

(EERIE PIANO MUSIC)

(MAN): You're not going to get me.

I'm invincible.

No, you're not.

I'm going to see you hang.

(VOICE ECHOING): You'll be
well dead before that happens.

No, I won't.

You're going to pay, Rhodes.

Not as much as you will.

- What have you done to me?!
- (RHODES LAUGHS)

What have you... Mmmph.

(GROANING)

- Sir!
- What is it, Higgins?

Uh, look at the detective.

(MURDOCH GROANING, GLASS BREAKING)

- Fetch Dr. Ogden.
- Sir.

- It's nothing.
- That's what you said last time.

I saw you. You were
talking to the fairies.

Your temperature is very high!

And your heart rate is elevated.

How long have you been feeling this way?

I'm not feeling like anything.

William, will you stop lying to me?!

This could be a very serious situation.

And if it is, I know the source of it.

Stand down, Murdoch.

You can try and stop me.

I have to go to the morgue.

I have to find out
what's happening to him.

Sir.

- Is Detective Murdoch all right?
- He's fine.

Didn't look fine to me.

If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.

Now get me a list of all Frank
Rhodes' recent associates.

- I already did, sir.
- Well, find more!

Henry...

today's not the day for laziness.

Murdoch just might be
in real trouble here.

(HORN TOOTING)

Watch where you're going!

(WOMAN): Are you all right?

Did you see that?

What do you think you're doing?

What is happening to me?

(MOANING)

We've almost exhausted
all of the natural toxins.

- So man-made?
- Good possibility.

(SIGHS)

Don't worry. We will get
to the bottom of this.

Well, undoubtedly.

But what is in doubt is whether
we find out what k*lled this man

soon enough to help William.

(SIGHS)

(METAL DOOR RATTLING)

(MAN): Hey! Look who's here!

(MAN): You're the one who
put me in here, damn you!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(MAN): Don't leave me here!

We meet again.

Mr. Rhodes.

Come to say goodbye?

Well, perhaps that won't happen.

I, uh...

I heard your key witness has met

with unfortunate circumstances.

You heard about that, did you?

Things like that get around.

I must say you're looking
a little worse for wear.

Little one keeping you up?

Never a good idea to have a
child at your advanced age.

Nothing.

Well, it's certainly not nothing.
Something k*lled Mr. Bent!

Perhaps it was a stroke,
or a brain hemorrhage?

I think it's time to get the saw.

Well, I certainly have no insight
into what is troubling you.

But I do hope it passes.

By any chance, are you a travelling man?

What does that have to do with anything?

Ah, this modern world.

People travelling hither and yon.

Pick up all sorts of nasty ailments.

This is more than just a nasty ailment.

That's too bad.

What did you do to me, Rhodes?

I really must haunt your dreams.

Hardly.

What could I possibly do?

I've been in here six months

with nothing but my
conscience for a companion.

Your conscience?

I do have one, you know.

If it wasn't you...

it was one of your friends.

I got no friends.

Not one single visitor
since I've been in here.

(SCOFFS)

Tell you, now that I'm facing the end,

it has really made me consider

some of the decisions
I've made in my life.

I don't care about
your decisions, Rhodes!

- What did you do to me?!
- And I told you:

I've done nothing.

As I said, look where I am.

And this is the only
place I've been for months.

Perhaps what is affecting your body
is also affecting your judgement?

There's nothing wrong with my judgement.

That so?

Well, then, perhaps it was
something you ate. Nah, you know,

sometimes we try something
unfamiliar and the body acts up.

You ready for today?

I am, indeed.

This is a rare treat.

A gift from Mrs. Hart.

I touch a nerve?

If you harmed my wife...

As I said,

I have harmed nobody.

I'm going to watch you hang.

Such parting words.

(SIGHS) Nice talking to you.

You don't know how much I
appreciate having a visitor.

I'll see you in court.

Sure.

God willing.

(EPIC MUSIC)

(PANTING)

You don't have long, do you?

Who are you?

Must be strange for you now that
the shoe is on the other foot.

What are you talking about?

You sent so many to their grave.

All deserving.

In your eyes.

I'm not sure they see it that way.

But I suppose you'll
find out soon enough.

Who are you?

I speak for those who want you dead.

Wait!

I asked you a question.

Excuse me, sir?

- You were speaking to me.
- I were not.

- I never said a word.
- I heard you!

I didn't say a thing.
Please, sir, let me go.

I'm sorry.

There appears to be no
damage to the cerebellum.

But his motor skills were affected.

So we can rule that out as the cause.

And there's no damage to
the medial frontal cortex.

So not the reason for the delusions.

(SCOFFS) Well, it seems Mr. Bent

is the owner of a
perfectly healthy brain.

Well, something k*lled him.

- We just don't know what it was.
- (JULIA SIGHS)

I'm sorry to say that
appears to be the case.

- Where are you going?
- I have to find William.

If we can find nothing of the
agent that k*lled Mr. Bent,

then perhaps William is my better bet.

I have to examine him.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CRYING)

Those two there.

I know at one time Rhodes was
associated with the woman, Betsy Warren.

- She used to be his sweetheart.
- Who's the big fella?

- I don't know.
- Hm.

Ah, sir, do you need me?

Just keep b*ating the bushes, Higgins.

Oh, and get McNabb and Anderson
to check out Mr. Bent's past.

There's a chance that Murdoch's
barking up the wrong tree on this one.

You think that possible, sir?

Just do what you're told, Higgins.

Mind if I join you?

Did we say yes?

What would it matter if
you did or you didn't?

What do you want?

A couple of answers about Frank Rhodes.

- Don't know who you're talking about.
- (CHUCKLES)

You were his piece of fluff
once upon a time, weren't you?

And what business is that of yours?

I'm the one asking the questions.

- I knew Frank for a time, yes.
- And?

Let's just say I'm happy
to know he's behind bars.

She's with me now.

Ah! Lucky fella.

- Watch it.
- Or what?

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you step outside for five
minutes and play with the traffic?

I need a private word with the lady.

It's all right, Callum.

(SHE SIGHS.)

So what do you want to know about Frank?

Do you ever visit him in jail?

Of course not. Haven't
seen Frank in years.

Although I am looking
forward to his trial.

I hope he hangs.

A woman scorned.

More like a woman who dodged a b*llet.

I know what happens to people
who get on Frank's bad side.

So you don't do his bidding anymore?

(SIGHS) Certainly not.

How did you meet Frank?

Years ago. He did a job
for a man I worked for.

And this man... do you have a name?

Benedict Evers. He's a chemist.

Ran an apothecary near Church Street.

I did his books.

And what kind of job
did Frank do for him?

I learned well enough never
to ask Frank what he was up to.

But I will tell you,

when I first started working for
Mr. Evers, he was a married man.

And when I finished, he was a widower.

And none too bothered about that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WILLIAM PANTING)

Ooh! Ooh.

(VOICES ECHOING)

(DISTORTED SOUNDSCAPE)

What do you want?

What have you done to me?

I didn't do anything.

You liar! You did this to me!

- What're you doing?
- Let go of her!

(COUGHING)

- Are you all right?
- Bloody hell, man! What do you think you're doing?

I have to go.

There's no more time.

Dear God, he's getting worse.

Are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

He thinks I had
something to do with this.

William isn't in his
right mind at the moment.

What did I do?

I believe he thinks you
poisoned his orange juice.

- That's ridiculous.
- Is it?

Don't insult me, Inspector.

The detective has long suspected
me of crimes I did not commit.

- This appears to be the latest.
- Where did you purchase it?

Arthur has an exotic fruit
supplier and I acquired some.

It was meant to be a
gift, not a m*rder w*apon.

I'll send a constable to retrieve

what's left of the orange
juice from your home.

That is ridiculous. I had
nothing to do with this.

I didn't say that.

It may have been tampered
with without your knowledge.

Actually, it couldn't
have been the orange juice.

I likely drank more
of it than William did.

Apologies, Mrs. Hart.

I may have something.

What is it?

Rhodes was friendly with a woman
who used to work for a chemist.

- Does this chemist have a name?
- Benedict Evers.

Now if the woman I talked
to is to be believed,

he hired Frank Rhodes to k*ll his wife.

- I see. So he could be involved somehow?
- Hm.

I'll do my best to find this Mr. Evers.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(PANTING, CLOCK DINGING)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- (PANTING)

(LOUD RING)

(PASSERBY LAUGHING)

(LAUGHTER)

Hello, I need you to
connect me to a number!

(JAZZ MUSIC)

Detective, you don't look well.

I need to talk to you.

That's why I'm here.

b*at it.

So what is so important
that you called me?

What can you tell me about Frank Rhodes?

I know he betrayed the Black Hand.

So as far as we're
concerned, he's dead to us.

He will be soon enough.

We would have been happy
to have done that for you.

How many people has he k*lled for you?

Detective.

Has he ever used poison?

I wouldn't know.

But poison?

That don't seem like
Frank's style. No, too clean.

WAIT A MINUTE: you telling me
that's what's happening to you?

- Jesus. Poor sap.
- I didn't say that.

You don't have to. I
can see it in your eyes.

If Rhodes did this,

he would have needed help.

Nah. I told you, Detective,

no one in our organization has
anything to do with Rhodes anymore.

And we have no disagreement with you.

Then, please, if you know anything,

who on the outside could be helping him?

You said it... you think it was poison?

There is one man.

(JAZZ MUSIC STOPS)

What are you doing? It's
the middle of the night.

I need to talk to the owner.

He hasn't been here in weeks.
I think he shut the place down.

And he's left all his
worldly goods there?

Appears so.

Bright boy.

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

Get yourself down here right now!

So...

- what else do you want?
- Where's Evers now?

How would I know?

Well, you know when he cleared out,

so it stands to reason
that you know where he went.

- I didn't care to be close to him.
- Why not?

He became a bit of a
nutter after his wife d*ed.

- What does that mean?
- Just wasn't the same man.

I'd see him out carousing...
store hardly ever open.

- He lost his wife.
- Yeah.

I suppose, but

there was a cloud over him.

Oh, uh...

... you ever seen this
fellow around here?

Matter of fact I have, once or twice.

Did he do business with Evers?

I don't know what he did with
Evers, but I did see him around.

Is that one of your men?

Hm. Look, I'm done with you for now.

What the devil are you
doing here, Murdoch?

Sir, the owner of this establishment
is an associate of Frank Rhodes.

That may be, but he's long gone.

- Right. I have to get...
- You need you go home, Murdoch.

That's an order!

Come on. Let me point you
in the right direction.

It's on my way.

William?

William?

(BABY CRYING)

I just wanted some time with her.

William.

Oh, just a few more moments.

Julia, I want you to know...

... that no matter what happens,

I'll die a happy man.

Well, I have no intention of living

as an unhappy woman, so you stay here.

- Oh, please. Stay with me?
- No.

I'm going to do what I
can to keep you alive.

You...

are going to grow up to be strong

and brilliant, just like your mother.

Oi!

After him, boys!

(ALL PANTING)

(GROANING)

You're too late.

Your detective's already a dead man.

Please stop.

I'll stop when I get an answer.

(GROANING)

- Doctor, perhaps you sho...
- I'm fine.

Let the inspector do
what he needs to do.

(SHOUTING IN PAIN)

(GROANING)

(BABY BABBLING)

(TINNITUS)

(GROANING)

(WOMAN): It won't be long now, William.

Are you ready?

No.

No one ever is.

But death waits for no one.

(BABY CRYING)

Come. Come on.

(MAN GROANING)

What did he say?

He worked at a bakery. He
poisoned Murdoch's scone.

- With what?
- He doesn't know.

And who ordered him to do that?

Rhodes.

Doctor Ogden?

See if you can find out what
this is contaminated with

and, please, hurry.

I'll do my best.

You'll do better than that, Mrs.
Hart. You'll find out what's in there.

My husband's life lies in the balance.

What are you doing?

Hopefully persuading
someone to tell the truth.

The man you are looking
for is Benedict Evers,

who, until recently, operated
a pharmacy on Church Street.

He's familiar with this man who
worked in a bakery on Queen Street.

I also need you to find this
man and find him quickly.

Do whatever it takes
to make this happen.

Understood?

Thank you, gentlemen.

- Mm-hm.
- Oh!

Oh, look who just came in!

- Ah!
- Hey, gorgeous!

- Come here!
- Oh, come closer, love.

Come closer!

- You're gorgeous!
- Yeah.

(INMATES WHISTLING)

Oh, oh! Where you going, sweetheart?

Ah, the good doctor.

I've been expecting your visit.

I'm sure you have.

So, now that you're here...

What can I do for you?

I don't want my husband to die.

Well, then you are not
like most wives I've met.

But I-I'm not sure that
I can help you with that.

Mr. Rhodes, I'm desperate.

How desperate?

I'll do whatever you want.

What did you give him?

Nothing.

Look at me. Look at where I am. Hm?

Please, Mr. Rhodes, I
don't want him to die.

(CACKLING)

We, uh, we all die, Doctor. You
should know that better than most.

Is it not true?

Death has surrounded
you most of your life.

What do you want?

Out.

Like your husband, I don't
believe I'm ready for the end.

What did you give him?

- Does that matter?
- Of course it does!

What if I were to tell you

I have the cure?

What do you want for it?

Freedom.

I can give you that.

Ah!

What have you done?

You have less than
half an hour. But this?

This will save you.

Oh, you wouldn't commit a m*rder.

To save my husband, I would do anything.

I'm not sure, sir. We're still looking.

I know.

What else can we do?

I don't know.

You're a doctor. You
wouldn't let me die.

Isn't there some kind of oath?

I'll make an exception.

(CHUCKLES)

You don't have it in you.

I am a wife and a mother.

And let me tell you, Mr. Rhodes,

you wouldn't be the first man I k*lled.

I'm not sure that I believe you on that.

Mr. Rhodes, tell me,
are you starting to feel

constriction in your chest?

- You should be about now.
- (HE GROANS.)

Guard!

Guard!

There is no one here but you and me.

Understand me, Mr. Rhodes:

if you face a judge,

there's a chance you could
escape with your life.

But that is not an
option you have with me.

(PANTING)

Ah...

I can...

I could give you an address

for the man who supplied the poison.

- I'm to believe there's an antidote?
- There is.

- I've used it before.
- Give it to me.

Elmwood Arms. Room .

There you'll find Benedict Evers.

Good.

Hey! Hey!

We had...

we... we had a deal.

Mr. Rhodes,

I am true to my oath.

I gave you a mild paralytic.

You should be fine in a few hours.

- (CHUCKLES)
- What?

When we're in position,
wait for my signal.

You don't need to be here, Julia.

- Stop me.
- (HE SIGHS.)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

That you, Williams?

You have the rest of my money?

No, it's not Williams!
You, get over there!

Young lady, get out! Go! Go on!

- What's this about?
- Where's the antidote?

Antidote? I don't know
what you're talking about.

I don't have time for this.

THE ANTIDOTE: now!

Or you're a dead man. (CLICKS g*n)

- Goodbye, Susannah.
- (BABY BABBLING)

You'll live in a much
better world than mine.

And your mother's
going to raise you to be

whoever you want.

It's time, William.

Can I have just one more moment?

I'm sorry.

You lived a good life,

better than most.

I did.

But all things come to an end.

It's not time.

(SOFT MUSIC)

Julia?

William, it's all right.

Everything's going to be all right.

Thank you, Detective Murdoch.

I'm, uh, sure this was very trying.

Yeah, I'm feeling better by the hour.

You have a most resourceful wife.

- (CHUCKLES)
- What about the chemist?

He's currently facing two charges,

although he is complaining
about brutality.

You put a very dangerous
man away, Detective.

We are all very much in your debt.

It's not my debt
you're in, it's Julia's.

Frank Rhodes has issued
a complaint against her.

Well, has he now?

- Well, I'm more than prepared...
- Well, nothing will be required of you,

Doctor Ogden.

The matter is quite closed.

Frank Rhodes' execution
is scheduled for today.

That was fast.

I don't believe Frank Rhodes deserves

another day above the soil, do you?

With your permission, sir,

I'd like to spend the
next day or two at home.

Of course. You've both earned it.

Get some rest.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Hello, Frank.

No.

It is finally time.

(EPIC MUSIC)