01x04 - Signs Of The Times

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You think Zane going inside with
Mrs. Hart was the right call?

Three kids trying to get a
hand on evidence is impossible.

But one kid with the help
of a coroner... Smart move.

And he's so good at convincing
people, and stating arguments.

So, how long have you
been crushing on Zane?

What?

Crush?

On Zane? Please.

Well, using my family's
great detecting skills,

you kinda swoon when he quotes
all those random philosophers.

Not to mention the daggers
you shot at the hipster girl

in the library when
he was talking to her.

Okay!

Is this a courtroom?

You like Zane more
than a friend.

Do you think he knows?

I'm pretty sure
he has zero clue.

But, why don't
you just tell him?

Tale as old as time.

If he doesn't like me back,
I lose my best friend.

Or worse, we stay friends and
it's just awkward forever,

neither of us knowing
what to say, or do...

Update: Mrs. Hart had to
head back to the morgue.

We had no luck
getting the evidence

from Higgins-News, or something.

It's super
quiet in the station

after what's happened to...

well, your namesake Detective.

We need to get our hands on
the scarf and the evidence,

and the police report to
know what they have on him.

Sounds like we need to sneak in.

I know where the
evidence room is,

just past the reception desk.

How are we going to do all
that with officers watching?

Zane, remember our sketch
from drama class last year?

We just keep breaking
more and more rules...

Let's hit a pause on the
rules and get into character.

Good day, good sir!

We are reporter trainees doing
an exposé on crime in the city.

Oh! From what publication?

Gazette? Star?

Tribune?

- Yes!
- That one!

What can you tell us about the
rising crime rates in Toronto?

Oh, has the rash of
horse and carriage thefts

concerned Toronto citizens?
- Hmm.

I can assure you we
are doing everything

in our utmost power
to stop the thefts

and put an end to
the fear in the minds

of the good people of Toronto,
and to the horses as well.

You know, a lot of
people don't know this,

but horses can sense fear too.

And it's of no use to
anyone to have a tense horse

roam in these streets.
I'll tell you...

That's exactly what
happened a few days ago.

You see, the carriage
disappeared on Elm Street,

leaving the horse behind.

My theory is if you're gonna
steal a horse carriage,

best to start with the carriage.

because if you go
back for the horse...

That looks like my
dad's handwriting.

Wait, is this...

This is William
Murdoch's office.

Young lady! What are
you doing in here?

Keep it moving.

Come on.

These two gave me some malarky
about being reporter trainees,

then I caught this one trying
to break into the evidence room.

Alright, Landon, I've got this.

You were here earlier
with Mrs. Hart.

And you still have to tell
me what you were doing

in the detective's office.

Sir, Detective
Murdoch was framed.

Well, I agree with Mrs.
Hart on this issue.

But what's that
got to do with you?

Why are you children
sneaking about?

- Just, hear us out.
- We're not to be in here!

This
could mean my badge.

But it's for Detective Murdoch.

Won't be able to afford
these truffles anymore.

But it's for Detective Murdoch.

What would he do?

I'm so not down with
uncomfortable silences.

He's processing.

Without the detail
of time travel,

how we know what we know

is a lot for him to digest.

I'm too young and
cute for 1910 jail.

For any jail, really.

Is there any chance
you've spoken

with Professor LeDuc
or Iris Craven?

What do you know of Miss Craven?

Truth be told, we've
been trying to speak

with the doctor's next of
kin, colleagues, friends.

We tried to reach Miss
Craven to no avail.

So she's on the lam?!

Skipped town!

I don't know about that,

but her things have been moved
out of her boarding house.

And according to her roommate,

she was cross
with Dr. Van Doren

after apparently criticizing
her latest research.

LeDuc was just in here,

poor man was nearly
beside himself with grief.

I still don't know how you
know so much about this case.

Constable, don't think too
much about losing your badge.

Think about the kudos.

Uh, praise.

The praise you'll
get for being the man

who frees William Murdoch.

Kudos, you say, huh?

Tell me what you need.

We need the scarf
from the crime scene.

And all the evidence you have.

Good job securing the
evidence, boss Mace.

I'm hoping whatever
is in there reveals

Iris Craven or LeDuc to
be the real m*rder*r.

Then, William Murdoch is free

and we can bust
ourselves out of here.

Easy
peasy, in and out.

Alright.

Ah.

I've seen this scarf
on the detective often.

I'll check it against
the fibres I put aside.

If there's no match,
you three are in luck.

It means we can prove a
different scarf was used

to strangle Dr. Van Doren.

Indeed. Take a look at this.

See how the colour has darkened?

That, along with the
sample that I've taken

confirms this is
a chemical burn.

Something from home?

I don't think so.
More of a substance

you would find in a...
- Lab!

The chemical burn probably
set in from something

she was working on in there.

- Hmm.
- But a woman of Van Doren's

intellect would've known
to treat her injuries fast,

so as to avoid nerve damage.

So why was she in the
park leaving it untreated?

No bandages or anything.

Did the detectives on
the case check the lab?

No, according to this report
you tried to abscond with,

they focused on collecting
evidence from the crime scene.

We need to get into the lab!

- I can help with an address.
- And I'll come with.

Billie, you alright to stay
and work on the scarf fibres?

Mm-hmm.

Focus on the evidence, Bills.

Remember, in and
out, easy peasy!

What's your hunch on the lab?

Don't you find it
strange Van Doren,

a brilliant scientist, leaves
her lab with an untreated wound?

There's something
fishy going on.

How about a distraction? Look.

What've you discovered?

The truth.

Do you see it, Billie?

Woah.

The fibres from
Detective Murdoch's scarf

look different to the fibres
you found on the body.

That's right. Van
Doren's is made

from the cashmere wool
of a pashmina goat.

Whilst Murdoch's is
yarn, sheep's wool.

This proves it!

I knew the detective
had to be innocent!

Okay.

Dr. Van Doren's lab, in the
heart of the university,

where it all began.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Astrophysics equations?

1910 Bunsen burners?

Now this is what I call a lab!

See anything that could
cause a burn mark?

On it.

Wait. What's that?

Zane, look.

It looks like she was
concocting some exotic matter.

Exotic matter!

Unobtanium!

Fuel used to power a machine
that can traverse space and time.

Wait, wait...

What's this?

Blood.

In a chemist's lab?

And look, scuff marks.

Blood...

A broken bottle...

I think there was
a struggle here.

Someone must've snuck
up on Van Doren,

and she fought back
using the chemicals

and burnt herself.

Her head wound! She
could've been hit

by the padlock in here as well.

This is where it happened!

This is the crime scene.

Dr. Van Doren
died in this lab.

Do you hear that?

I think it's some
kind of...

Cover your nose
and stop talking!

Don't breathe!

Are you okay?

Let's get out of here.

Oh no! It's locked!

Somebody locked us
in, we can't get out.

- Help!
- Help!

Macy? Zane?

Billie? We're in here! Help!

- Billie, how...
- There's no time for questions.

Hurry.