11x07 - The Accident

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[Theme music]

♪ ♪ A fire-fighting robot, George?

Yes sir.

Imagine it, with heat-sensing eyes, moving towards the fire wielding a hose!

Could one build such a thing, sir?

I suppose...

Have you considered the potential effect such a machine will have on humankind?

Well, yes.

This one would put out fires.

But if these robots can supplant a person's vocation, their very source of meaning in life, what will become of them?

In this case, it would take over a dangerous occupation, potentially saving lives.

And what happens when this automation spreads to other duties, like our own?

[Chuckling]

A robot constable, sir!

Robocopper.

Good morning, Mr.

Dilbert.

Ah.

Good morning, Detective Murdoch.

Mr.

Dilbert, Detective Watts, Constable Crabtree.

Very good.

Well, nice to see you, Detective.

But I can't dally.

Mr.

Dilbert supervised Inspector Brackenreid when he was dismissed and sent to work at City Records.

Got along like chalk and cheese I'd imagine.

You know, I always thought...

In a few minutes, we will encounter two prime examples of Toronto's prosperity and modern architecture in the form of the Gooderham Building, and the Board of Trade Building.

Home to Gooderham and Worts, it is a notable flatiron building.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr.

Dilbert.

Isn't it nice today?

Right.

♪ ♪ [Honking]

Oh!

Oh!

[Screaming]

[Horse neighing]

[Tires screeching]

[Screaming]

Oh my goodness!

My chickens!

They're escaping!

John!

Are you all right?

Just got a fright is all.

[Speaking German]

[Both speaking German]

She thinks her leg is broken.

John, go to the call box and call for an ambulance.

And notify Station House Number Four, have them fetch Doctor Ogden.

Yes, sir.

[Groaning]

You there!

What have you done?

Look what you've done to my carriage, you idiot!

Do you not see we had the right of way?

You entered the crossing early.

We entered at exactly the right time, you...

you bumble-fisted mutt!

Do you not know where your brake pedal is?

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please.

I...

I stood on my brakes, there was no time to stop!

Here.

Detective!

Oh dear.

Mr.

Dilbert.

Are you all right?

Quite all right.

That's lucky, isn't it?

Yes, quite.

George...

call for a second ambulance.

Yes, sir.

Isn't this unfortunate?

An ambulance will be on its way, Mr.

Dilbert.

You foresee I'll have to go to the hospital?

Well, yes.

I'm expected to open the office.

Are you in pain, Mr.

Dilbert?

Well, now, I can manage.

Remarkable.

I am squeezed rather tightly, though.

Perhaps if this gentleman could put his automobile in reverse?

Sir, John is fetching a second ambulance.

Right.

George, the automobile's fender is jammed in the wagon.

We need tools.

Right.

Oi!

You there!

Come here, young man.

Do you know where May Street is?

Yes, sir.

I want you to go to Bloom and Crabtree's, find Sam Bloom, tell him you need metal cutters.

Tell him George sent you.

Quick as a wink now!

Right away, sir!

Some people shouldn't be allowed to drive motorcars.

You'll pay for the damage to my carriage!

I'm under no obligation.

Well, how do you like this for obligation?

Huh?

All right!

That's enough, gentlemen.

Calm down.

I'm a very good driver!

I avoided the little baby, didn't I?

You bloody well didn't avoid me!

What baby?

A woman with a pram crossed the street right in front of me.

I yanked my steering wheel to avoid hitting her.

Saved that baby's life.

And this is the thanks I get!

[Groaning]

[Speaking German]

Miss Sommer needs medical attention.

The ambulance has been called.

Well, you might tell her that.

She doesn't understand a thing I say.

[Speaking German]

She says she wants a refund on your tour.

Refund!

That fellow in the motorcar can pay the refunds.

I want his name.

Excuse me, Constable.

Could I offer any assistance here?

Hello.

Very good of you to stop, Miss...

Nurse Liston.

Are there any injured?

This woman has a broken leg.

And there's a chap pinned by a motorcar over here.

He seems in a bad way...

Allow me to take you to him.

How long is this going to take?

[Speaking German]

Oh, good!

A nurse!

Can you tell me?

I think I broke my nose.

Certainly, I'll have a look.

Come and take a seat over here...

I believe this gentleman...

This will only take a moment.

... over here is more seriously injured.

[Horse neighing]

Ahem!

Ahem!

Cars and carriages are backed up.

Police constables are on their way.

They'll help to redirect traffic around the accident.

Fine for some, but I'm on tracks.

You see?

Tracks run through here.

You'll have to shift this lot out.

We have injured parties, sir.

I keep a schedule, sir.

Folks like to reckon on it.

Nothing will be moving until medical assistance arrives.

In the meantime we could use a crowbar.

Perhaps you could help find one?

Mm.

[Honking]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Bell ringing]

Come on, let's clear this!

[Bell ringing]

What's going on?

All right, Mr.

Flannery.

Brace yourself, this will hurt.

[Screaming]

[Horses neighing]

[Groaning]

Hey there!

What do you think you're doing?

Help me unhitch these horses right away.

But I've got to be on my way!

As long as this man is trapped, your wagon is going nowhere.

Right.

Thank you.

[Chickens squawking]

OK, help me get them back in.

[Grunting]

Oh!

Oh!

Chickens!

How am I supposed to fix this?

This?!

Be thankful you're not hurt.

That's all gonna change once Mr.

Nicastro sees how banged up his vehicle is!

I'm gonna catch a whooping if I don't make this delivery.

Well, listen.

We'll round up these chickens and then we'll get a few lads together and set your wagon straight.

John?

You all right, son?

I'm in one piece.

Oh, thank God for that.

If anything happened to you, your mother would have my guts for garters.

All right, lads.

Let's see how many chickens you can catch each.

Get that out of the way!

Mr.

Dilbert?

Bloody hell.

Hello, Inspector.

Good to see you.

Bad circumstances.

Well, now, let's...

let's hope it looks worse than it is.

Do you mind if this nurse has a look, Mr.

Dilbert?

Let's get him out of here, Murdoch.

Sir, the motorcar is caught up on the wagon, and we're waiting an ambulance.

I suppose there may be an extended stay at the hospital.

It's most inconvenient.

How will City Records run without you?

Very poorly.

Julia: William!

I'm glad you're here!

Excuse me.

William.

Right this way.

Are there many injured?

There's a woman on the other side of the carriage who fell off when the motorcar struck them.

She appears to have a broken leg.

The driver of this motorcar has an injury to his face.

And this man...

Isn't that Mr.

Dilbert?

It is.

He's pinned there.

I'm attempting to separate the automobile from the wagon where it's fetched up.

What are his injuries?

I don't know, he claims to not be in pain, but I suspect it's much worse than he's saying.

He's a very stoic sort.

Doctor.

Hello, Mr.

Dilbert.

Ah, Doctor Ogden.

Aren't I popular today?

You certainly have our attention.

I'll examine Mr.

Dilbert.

You assess the woman on the other side, and then we'll decide who goes to the hospital first.

I'll go with you and make introductions.

How am I doing?

It's a very good sign that you're conscious and alert.

It means that your blood pressure is good.

Hello, I'm Nurse Liston.

Here you are!

Thank you, Mr... ?

Hubert.

Now I got you your crowbar, I see you got your medical assistance, how much longer would you say?

Not long now.

5, 10 minutes?

What's the holdup?

Ah, good man, that was very quick!

Thank you sir!

Sir.

Ah.

Thank you, George.

Right, could you please get in the motorcar and steer it as we push it back on my say so.

OK, sir.

♪ ♪ Miss Sommer took issue with my pronunciation and banished me.

Can I be of some assistance here?

Mm, yes.

Inspector.

All set, Mr.

Dilbert?

I am ready.

One, two, three...

Stop!

Don't move the motorcar.

Why not?

We'll be back in a moment, Mr.

Dilbert.

♪ ♪ Mr.

Dilbert's pelvis is badly crushed.

And he's bleeding internally.

But there's hardly any blood.

He's not bleeding much now because of the tamponade effect created by the motorcar itself.

Well, what does that mean?

It means the motorcar is holding him together.

When we move it, he'll begin to bleed profusely.

It's likely Mr.

Dilbert will not survive.

♪ ♪ [Honking]

That all sounds a bit grim.

Doctor, look at him.

He's barely sweating.

Yes, but he will have had damage to major arteries.

When we move the motorcar, there's...

The poor bugger isn't going to make it out alive, is he?

I'm afraid not.

Would you like me to explain it to him?

I'll tell him.

Very well.

Nurse, shall we check on the other patient?

Of course.

Sir, one other thing.

Not as dire as Mr.

Dilbert's predicament, but I noticed it nonetheless.

What is it?

When I pushed on the brake in Mr.

Flannery's motorcar, it seemed unusually loose.

Let's have a look.

What's happening?

What did the doctor say?

The inspector will explain.

We just need to look at something.

Well...

look at that.

Sir, some of these strands look frayed, but most look clean cut.

If the wire was partially cut, the brakes would work for a time.

Until he hit the brakes hard here.

This is not normal wear and tear, sir, I can tell you.

No.

Not normal at all.

This was no accident.

The way the doctor describes it...

You needn't repeat yourself.

I am sorry, Inspector Brackenreid.

Tom.

Please, Tom.

But I just cannot believe that doctor can know her head from her elbow.

I feel just fine.

Don't I look fine?

Remarkably well, under the circumstances.

Isn't she a coroner?

I mean, she's not even a proper doctor.

How many automobile accidents has she attended before this one?

None that I know of.

Precisely.

Precisely my point.

I will be going home when this is all over.

Here!

Here!

Agh!

Last one.

[Chicken squawking]

What about my wagon?

Never fear.

Me and the Constables will have you on your way.

Lads!

John!

♪ ♪ Who would want to hurt me?

Nobody!

I'm a friend to all I meet.

Although...

I suppose my best chum is a bit off me at the moment.

What's his name?

Ian Porter.

I had a little flirt with his fiancée.

Oh, very good.

Then there's my stepfather.

He's never truly taken a shine to me.

I do believe he's the one who convinced Mama to cut me out of her will.

And I suppose you could say my college roommate and, well, pretty much all of my rowing teammates, come to that.

But most people like me.

Except that fellow at the pub last night.

Murdoch: You were at that pub last night?

There's no crime in that, is there?

Where was your motorcar parked while you were inside?

On the street outside my rooms.

I live a couple blocks away.

Well, the man from the pub may have followed you there.

What a ridiculous thought, surely.

Someone has tampered with your motorcar.

[Exclamation of frustration]

John!

Give us a hand.

Certainly.

Do you think we can move this wagon up and away from the wall?

With a couple more men, sure.

Or three.

All right, then.

Gentlemen!

gentlemen!

We need this autocar moved off as soon as possible.

All right lads, on one.

Three, two, one!

[Groaning]

Holy heart of Mary!

John!

Fetch the fire department.

Yes, sir.

[Groaning]

A few minutes later and I'd be driving to the office out on Glen Road, across the ravine.

Perhaps that was the idea, Detective.

Have my brakes snap and I drive right into the ravine!

If someone wanted to do you serious harm.

Bad luck, eh, sir?

Sorry about that.

Not at all.

I'm sure you did your best to stop.

Do you know the name of the man that you quarreled with at the pub last night, Mr.

Flannery?

Do you really think it could be him?

I suppose you must ask.

Bob?

Bill?

Martin?

I...

I don't know.

Oh, but I'd wager the barmaid would know him.

Good day, gentlemen.

We'll be open in 10 minutes.

I cross this street every day.

I never expected it to be rife with danger.

Is there anyone we can call, someone who needs to know you've had an accident?

My parents are gone some years now.

I never married.

I regret that.

John!

Fancy a whiskey, Mr.

Dilbert?

I never drink in the morning.

Of course not.

Neither do I.

But if ever there was a day to start.

I suppose you're right.

John, get some whiskeys.

Make mine a double.

Atta boy, Mr.

Dilbert.

Same for me too.

Mr.

Dilbert.

Doctor.

The patient with the broken leg is ready to be transported.

But the second ambulance hasn't arrived yet.

Where the bloody hell is it?

It may not come.

We need to decide whether Miss Sommer goes first, or Mr.

Dilbert.

If we move him to an ambulance now...

Yes.

But if Miss Sommer goes first, it may be some time before the ambulance returns.

Give the German the wagon.

Very well.

How's that poor man doing?

As well as could be expected.

Here.

Take him the whole bottle.

I could set my clock by that little man who got hit.

He walks by every day at the same time.

Did you see the accident?

No.

I was late opening today.

My mother's ill.

One of the men involved claims he was here last night, and may have gotten into an argument with another man.

I saw Mr.

Flannery out there.

He's a regular.

Not a drunk, but more the sort who's always looking for a chat, but he rubs people the wrong way, you know?

Oh, most definitely.

Who was he arguing with?

It might've been someone called Bill or Bob?

Jeremy.

Jeremy Hunter.

Stopping for a drink, are you?

You told me you would have this cleared away in 10 minutes.

Now, that's not exactly what I said, Mr.

Hubert.

It's been 15.

We have injured parties.

You said you wanted an ambulance, an ambulance came.

You said you wanted a crowbar, I went and got you a crowbar.

Everyone is doing their job.

You'll just have to be patient.

I have been good and patient!

And now I'd like to get through instead of sitting on my arse all day with a hot carload of angry passengers.

We'll get it cleared away as soon as possible.

Bulls...

If you get yourself arrested, Mr.

Hubert, you won't be taking your passengers anywhere.

I'm telephoning my manager.

[Groaning]

[Speaking German]

♪ ♪ All right, lads.

Ready?

Three, two, one!

[Pigs squealing]

No!

The pigs!

The pigs!

Oh, the pigs!

Don't let them get away!

All right, lads.

Come back!

Three, two, one!

[Groaning]

[Sighing]

All right.

To friends.

To friends.

May I be in heaven before the devil knows I'm dead.

I doubt you'll end up anywhere near the devil, but I'll drink to that just the same.

Five minutes earlier.

Or five minutes later.

But the office must be unlocked at 8:55, the same time every day.

You can't think like that, Dilton.

No matter what you do, you can't try and control everything.

Bad things just happen.

And today it's happening to me.

Is there anyone I can call?

I've already said there's no one.

A priest, maybe?

The afterlife is the least of my concerns, Tom.

I still have work to do.

There is someone I'd like to see.

Yes?

There are a number of open projects on my desk.

There is...

one other city employee competent enough to resolve them if I am...

unable to fulfill my duty.

All right.

So, who can I call?

Miss Mildred Ash.

A trustworthy public servant, yes.

She works in the Sewage Department.

Constable!

Go to the Sewage Department at the municipal offices and fetch Miss Millicent...

Mildred.

Mildred Ash.

And be quick about it.

Careful there, boy!

Don't let him get away!

Over here!

Agh!

Stop moving!

[Pig squealing]

I got it!

What's this?

Do you think it's that lady's pram?

From the accident?

What do you suppose it's doing back here?

There's no baby.

Does that seem odd to you, George?

It does, John.

So the pram was just here?

Yes, sir.

No sign of a baby?

No, sir.

Do you think this has anything to do with the sabotage of Mr.

Flannery's motorcar?

What if there never was a baby in the pram?

What if it was a ruse to cause Mr.

Flannery to swerve?

Then why would she abandon her coat there?

There seem to be several people who would wish Mr.

Flannery harm.

Perhaps the woman in the orange coat was one of them.

[Pig snorting]

Right.

George, John, canvass the area and see if anyone can give you a description of the woman who was pushing the pram.

Sir.

Oh, dear.

[Clicking]

Put that camera away!

Can you tell me about the situation here, Inspector?

Everything that needs to be done is getting done.

Mr...

the gentleman doesn't want any photographs.

Can you tell me his name?

No.

He wants his privacy.

Now please, move along, young lady.

[Clicking]

[Gasping]

Do you want to be part of the story yourself, Inspector?

It's Inspector Thomas C.

Brackenreid.

B-R-A-C-K...

Inspector!

Rein her in, Crabtree!

Miss Cherry, what are you doing here?

Lord knows what I'll do now.

Everything's going to be fine.

[Honking]

Mr.

Flannery.

We believe the woman pushing the pram may be involved in the plot to harm you.

You don't say?

The ladies usually like me.

You said she stepped out in front of you.

You must have seen her.

Think.

Did she look at all familiar?

It all happened so fast.

And...

I only had eyes on the pram, trying to avoid hitting it, you know.

This is the coat she was wearing.

Perhaps it belongs to someone you know?

I'm sorry.

I can't help you, Detectives.

[Grunting]

Well, I was driving up on this long line of vehicles and I realised something quite serious must have happened here.

Right, so you thought you would come take a look for yourself?

I'm tired of apologising to you for doing my job, George.

It's terribly boring after a while.

I wonder you don't ask Miss Bloom the same.

Well, I like Miss Bloom.

I'm sorry, it's just...

this is the...

the worst day of this chap's life.

Perhaps instead of worrying about taking his photo, you could...

find some way of helping.

♪ ♪ Dilbert: Thank you for that, Tom.

Some people are daft as muck.

That's exactly what my father used to say.

Was he from Yorkshire?

His parents were.

He d*ed in his bed at the age of 65.

I expected the same.

Hoped for the same.

You don't deserve this, Dilton.

Did you know that before I became manager at City Records, it was my job to file death certificates?

I put them all in their correct places.

I didn't think often about the lives lived.

It occurs to me now...

that's quite odd.

When one deals in the business of death it's best not to look too close.

No.

No.

One must perform one's function.

Thank you.

Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

Did you see the accident here this morning?

Oh, sir, did you see the accident here this morning?

Do you recall a woman pushing a pram?

A woman wearing this coat?

Wearing an orange coat, pushing a pram.

This one.

Did you happen to see her face?

Mr.

Dilbert!

Oh!

Thank you for coming, Miss Ash.

This is my friend, Inspector Brackenreid.

Pleasure.

The Constable came to fetch me.

I feared you were hurt.

Well it seems I am.

I'm...

I will be incapacitated for quite some time.

Oh my goodness, I'm sorry to hear it.

Thank you.

I called for you because I wished to ask for your assistance in completing the filing of my report on the water treatment applications.

Of course I will do whatever you need, Mr.

Dilbert.

Very well.

That puts my mind at ease.

[Horn blowing]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Car honking]

Mr.

Flannery seems to have an injury to his midsection.

Did you examine him?

I haven't, but...

Yes, hello.

Toronto Railway Company here again.

Just a moment.

Could you ask him if he'd like to be seen and let me know what you find.

Of course.

Yes, hello again.

Spoke to my manager.

He wanted me to tell you that there are now three streetcars backed up either side of this mess.

Yes, I can see that.

Streetcars are a flawed system.

All because of a little smash up.

This is a crime scene, Mr.

Hubert.

A crime scene!

Well, that's a new one!

Look.

You don't see this every day.

I do.

Autos smashing into lantern poles.

Autos smashing into other autos.

Autos smashing into people.

This is not a crime scene.

It's a traffic accident.

Simple.

We also have a man trapped over there who will likely die when we attempt to move him.

We are giving him some time.

Doctors ride the TRC, Detective.

Doctors on their way to hospital.

How many other people should die for your man over there?

If you have any doctors on your streetcar, I suggest you summon a taxicab for them.

[Honking]

Mr.

Flannery refused treatment.

He says he's not injured around the middle at all.

William, there's something very odd about his injuries.

Yes?

Most drivers who crash the front of their motorcar are propelled forward into the steering wheel, striking their chest, sometimes inducing a heart att*ck.

But Mr.

Flannery injured his nose.

What are you looking for, Murdoch?

A piece of rope or a...

John.

Have a look in all of the garbage cans around this intersection.

I'm looking for a piece of rope or a large leather belt.

That sort of thing.

Yes sir.

Detective.

Nobody particularly remembers anything about a woman in an orange coat.

It seems most people's attention was captured by the accident.

What do you need rope for?

It may be nothing, or maybe...

Ah ha.

Sir, have a look at these large metal hooks.

I believe he may have tied a rope from one end to the other.

Mr.

Flannery's injuries are very unusual.

I think he may have had some sort of device to restrain him.

Of course.

That's why he hit his head and not his chest.

Exactly.

Yes, but that would mean...

He knew he was going to crash.

Flannery was not the intended victim.

Sir, if my suspicions are correct, Mr.

Flannery planned this accident.

[Suspenseful music]

Sir, do you really think Flannery would have crashed his own motorcar with himself inside of it?

What was his purpose?

Perhaps Mr.

Dilbert was his intended victim all along.

Me?

Why would anyone want to k*ll me?

Mr.

Flannery swerved to avoid a woman with a pram, putting you in his path.

The mother has since disappeared, changing her clothes, and it's likely the pram never contained a baby at all.

So you think the only reason the pram was put there was to make him turn towards Mr.

Dilbert?

But I don't even know Mr.

Flannery!

Can you think of anyone at all who may have wish you harm?

I've done nothing to warrant such a passionate act, I can assure you Detective.

I'm a simple man, a mere cog in the machine.

That's what my life has amounted to, I regret to say.

Detective Murdoch, I didn't find any rope or belts in the garbage bins.

Would you like me to look in the receptacles further down the street?

No, thank you, John.

Mr.

Flannery hasn't left the intersection since the accident, it's not likely he went that far.

No, but sir, if your theory is correct, he had or has an accomplice.

The woman pushing the pram.

I mean, that's probably why she stashed the pram and the orange coat in the alley, so she could return to the scene unrecognized.

She may have been the one to remove the restraint.

And if so...

it's possible she's still here.

If she is, we don't want to give her reason to flee.

Let's not tip our suspicion of Mr.

Flannery until we find her.

Gentlemen, speak with all of the women that are still here.

See if you can establish their exact whereabouts at the time of the collision.

Sir.

Should you like more of this?

Go ahead.

We got him!

[Pig snorting]

Ah!

I thought I was gonna have to leave this one behind.

Good catch, Miss Cherry.

Summers at my grandmother's farm haven't gone to waste!

Well, if you'd like to taste this one's shank, come to Nicastro's Butcher and I'll make you get a good cut.

I may take you up on that.

Back in here.

And once again, thank you for your help, Constable.

No trouble, Artie.

You can be on your way now.

All right, take care.

Drive safely!

Well, you were right, Constable Crabtree.

It's not so bad to lend a hand.

It was good of you.

Now, what was the name of the squished man?

Uh...

Thank you.

The precise issue with the Water Care Incorporated company is the legitimacy of their proposed filtration method.

Am I speaking too fast, Miss Ash?

No, I am quite adept at cross-eclectic shorthand.

Yes, I have had occasion to notice.

As you brought to my attention, the company has letters of recommendation from several small towns.

However, I noticed that the name on one of the letters did not match the forms that I had seen from...

All right, Dilton?

Yes.

I see that the ambulance is here but I'm not ready yet.

No rush.

Take your time.

What time is it, Tom?

Around 9:40.

Miss Ash.

Hm?

I was to meet my immediate supervisor at 10:15 this morning to convey my concerns to him.

Mhm.

You could attend the meeting in my stead, pass along my regrets, and explain our concerns.

Here are my notes...

No, I will do no such thing, Mr.

Dilbert.

Well, there's...

time enough for you to do so.

Well, that's entirely beside the point.

Oh.

No, I will see you safely to the hospital.

♪ ♪ There's no need.

It's likely I won't make it to hospital.

Oh, I beg your pardon!

Not make it?

The doctor believes that moving the motorcar back will k*ll me.

Oh.

[Muffled sobs]

I apologise for the poor timing of what I'm about to say.

What is it, Mr.

Dilbert?

I'm not sure whether saying this now is a kindness.

But I must confess to loving you.

Loving you in such a way that my most cherished wish is...

was to give you comfort and security for the rest of your life.

I understand.

It is the most inopportune time and I do apologise, and I hope you do not feel that you need to reciprocate...

No.

I loved you as well.

Oh.

You have?

Well...

What did you learn about the lady tourists?

We can eliminate them.

Mr.

Todd says he remembers them all being in the carriage from the beginning of the tour.

The Germans insisted on a head count at every stop.

We haven't much time.

What have you, George?

Sir, I learned that Miss Quigg, the barmaid, opened late this morning.

She told us as much, yes.

So her whereabouts during the time of the accident were unknown.

She's acquainted with Mr.

Flannery.

And the pram was hidden in the alley near enough to the pub.

If Flannery used some sort of restraining device, she would have had opportunity to hide it inside.

I'll investigate motive.

Carry on.

Mr.

Dilbert...

there must be something you've done out of the ordinary recently.

I've kept quite to my routine.

I assure you, I am not important enough to m*rder, Detective Murdoch.

Perhaps this is simply an accident.

But Mr.

Dilbert, you have done something unusual as of late.

I have?

You looked into the Water Care Incorporated company for me.

That's not part of your ordinary routine.

No.

But it was just a simple matter of checking references.

Yes, but prior to the awarding of a city tender.

But for that company, what you discovered through your diligent research was a problem with their patents.

Their filtration system doesn't do what they say it will.

And they know as much.

You proved that without a doubt.

It was a small matter of telephoning the right people.

It will cost them their municipal contract.

Brackenreid: Enough money to m*rder for.

Who else knew you were investigating this company?

I spoke with a representative from the company yesterday to confirm that they'd submitted the correct documentation.

Here are my notes on the call.

Thank you, Mr.

Dilbert.

Miss Ash.

Now I believe it's high time we got you out of here.

There is nothing else to be done, I suppose.

Oh, Mr.

Dilbert...

Dilton.

Mr.

Dilbert.

I will find the people responsible for hurting you.

Thank you, Detective.

Good men.

Good men.

Yes.

Both of them.

[Sighing]

I'll be assisting the ambulance attendants.

George, when you move the motorcar back, be sure to go far enough to give us room to work.

Will do.

When the motorcar is moved, he'll likely go into hemorrhagic shock.

We'll bind his injuries as tightly as possible.

And if that is successful, he'll be transported to the hospital for surgery.

He will be in tremendous pain.

Yes.

I have the morphine ready...

William, it's missing.

Murdoch: The belt.

Harming Miss Ash won't help you, Nurse Liston.

I beg your pardon!

I was simply going to assist the doctor.

This is the woman that was pushing the pram.

Flannery: Of course!

Of course!

I recognize her, Detective.

She did this!

She is a jilted lover.

Angry enough to try to hurt me.

You b*st*rd.

You!

Hurting this poor, innocent man.

Mr.

Flannery, Miss Liston likely had an accomplice.

And I suspect we'll find that you are a principal at the Water Care Incorporated Company.

You found out that Mr.

Dilbert had information that could cost you a city contract.

A loss big enough to bankrupt your company, I'll wager.

What!

So you learned Mr.

Dilbert's routine.

You and Miss Liston set about to prevent him from telling anyone what he'd learned.

She pushed the pram into the intersection, giving you the excuse you needed to do what you intended all along: to hit Mr.

Dilbert with your motorcar.

That's ridiculous.

You said yourself the brakes were sabotaged.

You cut them, sunshine.

That's why you knew to wear a restraint.

Miss Liston then returned to the scene and helped you get rid of it.

I suspect we'll find marks on this belt matching the metal hooks behind the seat of your motorcar.

No!

It was an accident.

I highly doubt that.

Take them away.

Right.

It's time.

Well, Mr.

Dilbert.

Were those the people responsible for the accident?

The Detective has them bang to rights.

Dilton, I'm so sorry I got you into this.

If I hadn't asked you for your help...

We did the right thing, Mildred.

That's all that matters, what...

whatever happens.

We saved the city and its citizens from a con artist.

We'd best not put this off any longer.

It is my hope...

We're going to do our very best, Mr.

Dilbert.

Thank you.

You've been a good friend, Tom.

We'll get you out of there, Dilton.

I'll be here to support your weight when the car moves.

And I'll be right here.

[Violin music]

♪ ♪ I have imagined our courtship so many times.

As have I.

It's almost as if it really happened.

I'm ready.

Ready.

Go.

Push!

Hang in there!

[Screaming]

Give it here, lads.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [Mildred weeping]

Oh, no!

♪ ♪ ♪ [Dramatic]

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