F-T-P-1-1.
Thank you.
MAN: Do you have an answer?
- The answer is yes. - Are you certain?
Yes.
[Line clicks]
Hello?
Are you still there?
NO! No!
No! Stop!
Stop!
Aaaah!
I'm sorry, he was screaming but you couldn't hear him?
I'm saying the screams got quieter.
Like this -- [ Descending volume] Stop!
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
As if he was moving farther from the telephone?
No. It was like all the sound just drained away.
What's going on, Higgins?
Sir, uh, this is Bonnie Clement from the...
Front Street Telephone and Telegraph Exchange.
She's reporting a strange telephone call, sir.
- That's not the strangest part. - What is the strangest part?
He called twice to the same number.
The first call was routed
through the Toronto Island Exchange.
The second came through the Mill Street Exchange
15 seconds later.
-15 seconds? - Don't you see?
He was in two different places at the same time.
Right.
It's true, I swear.
Excuse me.
Sir. Should I investigate this?
Investigate what? She's a crackpot.
Write it up and get back to what you were doing.
Oh, well, I was about to respond to George's postcard, sir.
- He's in Paris. - I know where he is!
I just hope he's annoying the bloody French.
Sir.
MURDOCH: Hmm.
And you believe it's because of the hormone treatment?
I don't know what else to think.
I've never felt such urgency in that regard.
Are you feeling that way now?
[Giggles ] William!
It comes and goes.
But I do think that we should strike while the iron is hot.
After all, it's a Darwinian principle
that inclination is related to fertile receptivity.
- I agree, but... - We need a code word.
Ah.
William, his face.
- He appears quite flushed. - Not just flushed.
It's like his surface capillaries have exploded.
MURDOCH: Mm.
DR. OGDEN: The infinity symbol.
I believe it's called a lemniscate.
It's a graphic representation...
Lemniscate!
I believe we've found our code word.
I've seen this symbol before.
Of course you have. It's a lemniscate.
A what?
Well, among other things, it's the symbol for infinity.
I don't give a toss about infinity.
I mean I've seen this recently.
F-T-P-1-1. What does that mean?
I have no idea.
FT could be the beginning of a telephone number.
FT could be the Front Street Exchange.
Sir, that's where Bonnie Clement works.
Who?
The "crackpot" we had in earlier, sir.
CLEMENT: F-T-P-11.
Yes, this is definitely one of ours.
The "P" stands for "public phone."
And 11, well, that would be for public telephone number 11.
The call you reported this morning, that was to P-11?
Yes. Just after midnight.
Do you know where the call came from?
I don't know.
It originated from the Mill Street Exchange.
And how many telephones are serviced
by the Mill Street Exchange?
Oh, gosh. I wouldn't know. Hundreds, I would think.
Possibly thousands.
Bloody hell.
Is it usual for someone to receive a call
to one of these public telephones?
Well, it's not common, but it can be arranged.
One just has to book a specific phone for a specific time.
So there'll be a record of who received that call.
Well, yes, I suppose, but you'd have to speak
to the shift manager about that.
I'm just on the switchboard.
-[ Telephone rings] - Oh.
That would be the phone.
Detective Murdoch.
- DR. OGDEN: Lemniscate. - I'll be right there.
[Giggles]
Let me unlock the door.
The attendants will be back any minute.
So, what have you, Doctor?
[Laughs]
Well, Detective, now that you mention it,
I've never seen anything like it.
Not only were his surface capillaries ruptured,
the alveoli of his lungs had literally exploded.
As if he were killed in a vacuum.
Yes. How did you guess that?
His death was overheard by a switchboard operator
who described his cries as being drained of sound,
and sound waves can't propagate in a vacuum.
I also noticed the vacuum chamber on your table.
I see.
I experimented on rats to test my theory.
William, how on earth would one find a vacuum chamber
large enough to fit an adult human?
A vacuum? How is that possible?
I'm not sure.
But we do know the air was drawn out of the room very quickly.
- Within seconds. - How did they manage that?
It would have to be a specialized facility.
Likely experimental.
Sirs, I've contacted the manager at the telephone exchange.
The telephone in question was booked
from 12:00 midnight under the name Fred Smith.
In fact, Fred Smith has booked the same telephone
at the same time every night for the past three weeks, sir.
That's a bit curious, isn't it?
The same time every night.
There are three Fred Smiths in Toronto, sir,
but they all claim to have been in bed at the time.
It's probably an alias.
Did anyone see him?
The manager remembers seeing him a few nights back, sir.
- He'll be in later. -[ Footsteps ]
DR. OGDEN: William.
Look what I found in today's business section.
Bloody hell, that's where I've seen it.
"Investment opportunity of a lifetime."
"Best project ever conceived."
What do you think it could be?
Probably one of those get-rich-quick schemes.
It starts at 2:30.
That's in half an hour.
Are these all investors?
I don't know. I saw some members of the press.
I've asked around.
No one seems to have a clue what it's all about.
I'll tell you what it's about.
It's the greatest scheme ever devised --
to separate you from you money.
Ah!
MAN: Speed.
The inverse relationship between distance and time.
Since the dawn of the machine age,
man has sought to increase one at the expense of the other.
To do that, we needed the power to accelerate.
But we encountered a limit -- friction.
The point where the wheel meets the rail.
I know that voice. Do you know that voice?
But if we were to lift the train
by the force of magnetic repulsion
and drive it forward by means of induction,
then the only friction one would encounter
would be the wind.
And if we were to take that out,
our speed could be infinite.
William, he's talking about a vacuum.
Yes, he is.
Allowing for a comfortable acceleration,
we could go from New York to London in one hour.
-[ People murmuring] - Sound impossible?
Try inevitable.
Frictionless Levitated
Accelerated Subsurface Hypertrain.
Introducing the Pendrick FLASH.
-It's bloody Pendrick. - So he is alive.
...from 50,000 sections of cast aluminum
and held in place by cables secured to the ocean floor.
While the tube would be airless,
passengers would ride in full comfort.
ls such a thing even possible?
Well, theoretically it's possible,
but I couldn't even begin to guess
as to whether it's actually viable.
But first we have to build it.
That's where you come in.
I'll be there to talk to you at 3:00.
That's in 30 seconds.
But wait.
I'm on Toronto Island.
You can see for yourself. Just look out the window.
DR. OGDEN: [Gasps] It's him!
It's James Pendrick. He's on Toronto Island.
There's only 20 seconds left.
Two miles.
No man can travel two miles in 20 seconds.
He is James Pendrick, sir.
[ Mechanical whirring]
[ People gasping]
It's not a trick.
Ladies and gentlemen, members of the press,
I am a man who dreams great things.
But far superior is the man who makes those dreams reality.
And that is my main investor
and force behind the share offering, Mr. Clyde Spiker.
Thank you, Mr. Pendrick.
As you all know...
Do you seriously expect us to fall for this fantasy?
Mr. Darling here is the head of a consortium
of steamship companies
that are understandably very nervous.
If you have shares in these companies, sell them now.
This is the future.
And now Mr. Spiker.
Bloody hell, James. The last time I saw you, you were dead!
Death can't stop a man like me, Torn.
Detective Murdoch. Always a pleasure.
And Dr. Ogden.
I believe the last time we met, my alter ego stole a kiss.
Oh, yes, I-l do remember.
Well, allow me to return it.
Oh! [Giggles]
Now, what are you doing here? Are you here to invest?
Oh, you can't be serious.
I'm afraid so, Mr. Pendrick.
Dear God. That's Charlie Howden.
Who was he?
He was a mathematician.
Specialist in field equations.
What the devil happened to him?
We believe he was killed in a vacuum.
I know where it happened.
This is your test vehicle?
We call it the sled.
Our test track runs from here to Ward's Island.
Through our test tube.
Electromagnets.
There are two sets, of course.
The ones on the bottom are all of like polarity.
- To create levitation. - Mm.
The ones on the side there alternate to allow induction.
For acceleration.
Up to the midpoint, where we reverse polarity
to help brake the vehicle.
So this is the telephone
connected to the Mill Street Exchange?
Yes. But we use it mostly to communicate with headquarters.
So this is where he died.
These fans create the vacuum?
That's right.
We keep the tube evacuated behind that airtight seal.
When the room is depressurized, the seal opens.
And who controls the fans?
There are controls on either end,
but access is strictly limited to members of my team.
I'll need to speak with them.
Pendrick with guest. Initiate transport.
Hold onto your hat, Murdoch.
This will be the ride of your life.
How fast did we just go?
Think, Murdoch.
Two times 0.9 miles in 7 seconds.
Constant rate of acceleration.
400 miles per hour?
392 to be exact.
With a longer track, we can go much faster.
Murdoch, meet my team.
This is Robert H. Goddard, the inventor of the FLASH train.
- Mr. Pendrick exaggerates. - Nonsense.
We shared a coach on a train
where he showed me an essay he'd written
outlining the broad principles.
To be honest, I'm more excited about
the rocket Mr. Pendrick built.
One project at a time, Robert.
This is Jaya Bhola, my mechanical engineer.
- Pleased to meet you. - Pleasure to meet you.
And Gong Fu Chi, Mr. Howden's protégé.
Her proficiency in dynamic feedback calculations
is unparalleled.
How do you do?
And lastly, my assistant, Mr. Sam Trenwith,
without whom I'd be entirely lost.
Now, that is just shameless flattery,
but it does happen to be true.
Are you an investor, then?
No, I work for the Toronto Constabulary.
Detective Murdoch is here
on some rather grim business, I'm afraid.
Yes.
Charlie Howden was found floating
in the Toronto Harbour this morning.
My God!
Fu Chi was asking where he was. What happened?
He was caught in the mainland launch chamber
while it was depressurized.
But that's impossible. We have safeguards.
We also have an override switch.
But that requires a special key and...
Are you saying Chicken Little was murdered?
By someone who knows our operation inside and out.
- Chicken Little? - That was our pet name for him.
He was always predicting failure.
Catastrophic failure.
He thought field perturbations
would send the sled off the rails, and he was right.
At certain speeds, oscillations develop.
So the sky may have indeed fallen had it not been for
Mr. Goddard's brilliant invention.
A feedback stabilizer that dampens the current
at peak oscillation.
[ Clatters ]
So, Murdoch, how can we help you?
I'll be needing to interview everyone who had access to
or knowledge of this facility.
You think it was one of your own team?
I don't know what to think, Torn.
It had to be someone
with an intimate knowledge of our operation.
Was there any bad blood between them and Howden?
Charlie was a pessimist.
While the others sought success, he looked for failure.
It's what made him so valuable.
I just heard. Terrible news.
Have you told them my suspicions?
I have not.
Gentlemen?
Mr. Spiker believes that a member of my team is a spy,
based on evidence that is circumstantial at best.
Howden's been murdered. Why do you dismiss the obvious?
Because it means...
It means that I've been betrayed by someone
that I admire and trust.
Well, it wouldn't be the first time.
[ Clears throat]
That said, if there is a spy,
perhaps Mr. Howden stumbled upon their identity.
Or he was caught in an act of sabotage.
- So who was he? - We don't know.
And who would a spy be working for?
- Trenton Darling. - Trenton Darling.
So it is your contention
that Mr. Howden was killed by a member of Mr. Pendrick's team
who is secretly working for me.
You represent a consortium of steamship interests.
I'm an agent paid to represent the interests of my clients
by all legal means.
Is it not in your clients' interests
that Mr. Pendrick's FLASH fail?
It will fail. And without any help from me.
On the contrary, it seems to work.
Of course it works. It may even pay for itself.
That's beside the point.
Pendrick will never acquire sufficient capital
to build the thing.
It's my understanding the initial share offering
is selling out briskly.
What about the next one? Or the one after that?
And after that?
At some point, his investors will realize
it's all going down the same bottomless well,
and that's where Mr. Pendrick's tube ends.
I didn't engage in espionage.
I wouldn't risk my good name.
Not because I wasn't willing to, but because it wasn't required.
I don't think we can hold him.
Of course we can't bloody hold him. He's right.
What, you don't believe he hired a spy?
- Well, that as well. - Sir?
I was hoping to invest.
Just think about it, Murdoch. Across the Atlantic in one hour.
I could go home, watch the Wednesday play
whenever they're in London and be back for dinner.
Sirs.
I've confirmed the alibis for Jaya Bhola and Gong Fu Chi.
The rest claim to have been asleep alone.
We found this among Mr. Howden's effects.
Mm. Oh. It must be his workbook.
Yes, sir, and it appears some pages have been ripped out here.
MURDOCH Ah, yes. Ah.
I'm Fenn Bickford.
Oh, yes.
Sir, this is the night manager for the Front Street Exchange.
You're the fella who saw what's his name --
the man who took the call last night.
Fred Smith, sir.
Actually, I didn't see him last night.
But other nights, to be sure.
Right. Start with members of Mr. Pendrick's team.
- Maybe we'll get lucky. - Sir.
All right, Mr. Bickford, please take a seat.
I'm going to show you some photographs,
and you tell me if any are familiar.
- This man? - No.
No.
Oh, that's him.
This is the man?
No, that's James Pendrick.
That man -- He's Fred Smith.
So there was a spy.
Yes.
Working for you.
You do like to cross those T's, don't you?
Yes, working for me.
He'd telephone at midnight.
- Every night? - Not every night.
We had to arrange the time slot well in advance.
Hold it. But it was Howden who made the call.
That's right.
My spy didn't kill Mr. Howden, Inspector.
Mr. Howden was the spy.
I can't believe it.
No, it's impossible. Charlie and I...
Charlie and I, we go back years.
Trenton Darling is lying.
We know Mr. Howden placed the telephone call,
and a witness has confirmed that Mr. Darling was the recipient.
Is there no one in the world I can trust?
There are other implications, Mr. Pendrick.
Motivation for the murder has changed.
You are now a suspect.
Me?
Your friend betrayed you.
Murdoch, you've seen me in the face of betrayal before.
I can barely summon the will to breathe, let alone kill.
If not you, then who?
[Alarm blaring ]
Seal number one is open.
But the sled's still in its dock.
Well, the launch room has been depressurized.
Someone is in the tube. He's manually opened the seal.
PENDRICK: Close the seal and repressurize.
Come on, Murdoch!
This way.
Put this on. It will protect you against the vacuum.
- Is this a Judson fastener? - It is.
Specially designed to withstand 2O atmospheres of pressure.
How will we communicate?
There is a Fessenden transmitter in each suit.
Use override to evacuate in 10.
Can you hear me?
- Yes. - Brace yourself.
It's about to get a little breezy in here.
[Grunting]
There he is. What the blazes is he up to?
James, stay back! I found this under the tracks.
- Sam, dear God! - There's not enough time.
29 seconds.
I don't know anything about wiring.
How many bombs have you defused, Murdoch?
Uh, two.
That's two more than I.
Uh, so many wires.
Murdoch.
Murdoch!
[ Gasps]
[ Sighs] It's over.
However did you know there was a bomb down there?
I didn't. I-l was following a hunch.
Charlie was down there earlier in the evening.
I didn't think anything of it,
but when I found out he was a spy...
That should do it.
Why didn't you tell us?
If I was wrong, I'd have been embarrassed.
If I was right, I'd have been putting your life in danger.
I couldn't do that.
You imperiled your life to save mine
and thwarted an act of sabotage against
the dream I hold so dear.
Thank you, Sam.
I'm giving you a raise effective the day you started.
TRENWITH: No, sir. I don't want it.
Your thanks is all the reward I could wish for.
You still messing around with the bomb? Is that wise?
Oh, it's a very simple device, sir.
The timer closes the circuit, which sends current
from the battery to the resistor,
which then lights the fuses.
Naturally, I wanted to see how long it would take.
- And? - I'm still waiting.
Ah. You're telling me the thing would never have gone off.
Well, sir, I've tested the battery and the circuit,
but for some reason I keep getting a voltage drop
between the battery and the resistor.
So, what are you doing now?
I'm trying to find out what is causing that voltage drop.
Oh.
What's that?
MURDOCH: I've seen one of these before.
It's meant to shift a portion of an alternating current
out of phase.
A battery is direct current.
In which case this would act as a simple resistor.
Did Mr. Howden have the technical knowledge
to apply this?
Oh, heavens no. Charlie was just a mathematician.
His field equations were brilliant,
but he had no practical ability.
Who had the requisite knowledge, then?
Mr. Pendrick, of course.
What about Mrs. Bhola?
No, she's a materials specialist.
And Fu Chi, who knows?
Mr. Spiker?
He knew about finances, nothing more.
Mr. Trenwith?
Sam is Mr. Pendrick's butler,
secretary, best friend.
- But not a technical expert. - No.
But I've noticed he's a fast learner.
The key to this drawer, Mr. Trenwith.
Ah, no, I'm sorry.
That drawer is strictly off limits.
Detective, there are items of a personal nature
that I would prefer to be kept...
No, that's private!
I like to draw. I like to draw what I see around me.
There's really nothing unusual...
I have no interest in your personal concerns, Mr. Trenwith,
I assure you.
The handwriting is the same. It's you.
You're the spy.
TRENWITH: I don't know how Charlie got this.
I never gave it to him.
So Mr. Howden was never the spy.
It was you all along.
Look, I never betrayed James. I need him to know that.
It's really important to me that he knows that.
But you did work for Mr. Darling?
At first, yes.
Why?
Why? Why does anyone do anything? Money, of course.
He paid a lot, and I have expensive tastes.
Had. I'm not the man I used to be.
Love changes you.
I telephoned Darling whenever I had information.
I would call precisely at midnight.
I did the talking mostly, and he would just listen.
Then two nights ago he told me to meet a man at the docks.
Then you were given the bomb.
It was the man who placed the bomb. I just had to let him in.
But I couldn't take the chance it would go off.
So you improvised a means of stopping the bomb exploding.
I had barely a minute alone with the device.
So when Mr. Howden was thought to be the spy,
you took advantage of the situation
and pretended to discover the bomb?
It was set to explode at noon. I knew I had time.
Why a bomb?
Darling wanted to expose
the Pendrick FLASH'S vulnerability to sabotage.
So Mr. Darling was truly worried the FLASH would succeed.
Of course he was worried.
He was up against James Pendrick.
Well, I'm convinced.
You believe Mr. Trenwith is the killer?
I mean I'm convinced as to the viability of Pendrick's scheme.
If the man who described it as a bottomless pit
is so scared he's planting bombs,
I'm taking that as a sign.
I just heard. I can't believe it. Sam?
He admits to being the spy but swears he never betrayed you.
- Is he the killer? - We don't know.
It's possible Mr. Howden found the card,
read the numbers,
and correctly deduced that Mr. Trenwith was the spy.
And was killed for it.
Excuse me, gentlemen. Could I have a word?
About the share offering. Are there any shares left?
The first offering is all but sold out,
but I've set a certain number aside
if you come by later this afternoon.
I'll send my wife. She's in charge of investments.
[Laughs]
Sir?
We went through the contents of Mr. Trenwith's desk.
He seems to have an odd preoccupation
with Mr. Pendrick, sir.
We found poems.
Anything about the case?
- In the poems? - No, Henry.
Anything about the case?
Oh! Oh, well, we did find these, sir.
I believe they're the missing pages.
Missing pages?
From Mr. Howden's notebook.
Do you know what these mean?
Well, they're feedback calculations of some sort.
That's all I can tell you. You'd have to talk with an expert.
Right. Good work, Henry.
Bring in Miss Gong and Mr. Goddard.
Right away, sir.
Um, sir, Dr. Ogden left a message for you.
- Thank you, Henry. - Sir.
Come in, Margaret, come in. Good, good, good, good.
- Did you bring the money? - Yes. But what is it for?
We're investing in the most fantastic project
ever conceived.
There's over $200 in here, Thomas.
Which will become $2,000 when this gets built.
We're getting in at the ground floor, Margaret.
Well, if you're certain.
Yes, I am, but you have to hurry.
Mr. Spiker is holding shares especially for us.
A over Y prime is the threshold.
I can see that. But why would it become chaotic?
My God.
It can't be.
Care to enlighten me?
It's right here.
It would seem Charlie had a mathematical revelation.
What kind of revelation?
The oscillations I told you about earlier.
Apparently, they become chaotic beyond a certain speed.
Meaning?
The feedback stabilizer only dampens oscillations
of a fixed period.
If they become chaotic...
The train will come off the track.
According to the calculation,
the chaotic movements increase sharply
beyond the critical speed.
And that critical speed is...?
417.
Miles per hour.
Where did you find these?
Did you know what these calculations meant?
That he was being Chicken Little all over again.
Not this time.
You knew he was going to test his theory.
So you gave him the telephone number to call.
Only it wasn't Mr. Darling who answered this time. It was you.
I couldn't let the information get out.
Not on the eve of the share offering.
James needs that money for phase one.
Mr. Trenwith, there isn't going to be a phase one.
Mr. Pendrick's FLASH won't work.
As of this particular moment, maybe,
but James will figure it out.
He always does. He is a genius.
What did you do when Mr. Howden telephoned?
What I had to.
I told him to stay at the facility.
I then used the override switch to evacuate the launch chamber.
Mr. Trenwith...
No, please, I need to get this off my chest.
Mr. Trenwith, Mr. Howden died
moments after the telephone call.
If you were on the telephone with him,
you could not have killed him.
No, no. No, wait, that's not how it happened.
Why are you trying so hard to confess to a murder
you could not have committed?
I wish to speak to my lawyer.
The pages.
That's why you asked me where I'd gotten these.
You showed these equations to James Pendrick.
My God.
You understand what it means?
I understand what it means for the Pendrick FLASH.
People will tolerate an hour in a cramped capsule
hurtling through an airless space.
They'll never tolerate 10.
Bloody hell.
Sir?
I bought 200 shares.
I'm sorry, Torn.
As am I. Now, if we could...
I swear I've never seen these before.
Well, Mr. Trenwith believed you did.
Now, if you didn't give them to him directly,
he must have left them for you somewhere.
And he believes I found them
and correctly deduced their meaning
and then killed Charlie for it.
That Sam would think so lowly of me...
What matters is that he believed it, so why?
- What does he say about it? - Nothing.
The moment I confronted him in his lie, he stopped talking.
- There was a card. - A card?
Sam was always writing me
little cards and notes of encouragement.
"Good luck tomorrow" and that kind of thing.
What did this one say?
"This may be worth a conversation."
But when I looked inside, there was nothing there.
What if the pages were inside but the killer removed them?
Then decided to have his own conversation with Mr. Howden.
Murdoch, had I known,
I never would have gone ahead with the share offering.
It was Spiker.
He would have lost his entire investment.
So he traded his loss for mine.
And a hundred others.
Mill Street, 1-8-1-3.
Hello, Robert. ls Clyde there?
No, no. Tell him to wait there.
I'll explain later. Just keep him there.
We must be fleet of foot.
I'm sorry, Torn. There's only room for two in the sled.
[ Panting ]
That's all right. I'll wait.
Robert!
Are you all right? What happened?
I don't know.
You've been hit on the head, man.
[Alarm blaring ]
Spiker must be headed back to the mainland.
You're all right.
The sled's gone. The knave slipped past us.
- Robert, send that sled back. - GODDARD: I can't.
My commands are being overridden by the mainland control room.
Spiker's taken control.
Breathe out! And hold your breath!
Murdoch! Your oxygen re-breather!
[ Both groaning softly]
DR. OGDEN: William!
Julia? You should leave.
We're in a vacuum.
[ Chuckles ] Don't be silly.
You know sound can't travel in a vacuum.
I'm just reminding you to breathe.
Murdoch! Can you hear me?
How long have we been unconscious?
The suits take a moment or two to pressurize.
Spiker tried to kill us the same way he killed Howden.
- Oh, boy! - What is it?
The mainland induction track is aligned with the island.
What does that mean?
It means the polarity won't reverse at the midpoint.
The sled will continue to accelerate past critical speed.
He means to destroy the tube with us in it.
[ Mechanical whirring]
- Oh, boy! - What now?
It's on its way.
We have to close the seal!
Hurry!
On, boy.
Bollocks.
Murdoch!
Well?
Full confession.
I expected no less from you, Torn.
The man robbed me of my life savings.
I was prepared to extract more than a confession.
- Thomas! - Oh, here we go.
Margaret, I've got some bad news.
Well, I'm afraid I have some of my own.
I just couldn't bring myself to invest
in one of Pendrick's crazy schemes.
- You didn't buy the shares? - I'm sorry.
I know that you're friends,
but Mr. Pendrick's plans never work out.
Oh.
- No disrespect intended. - None taken.
You're quite right, of course.
Well, thank you.
So if you want to pout, you can go right ahead because I --
Bloody hell, Margaret! You're brilliant.
Now, why don't I take you home.
[ Chuckles ] Good evening, gentlemen.
[ Giggles ] Good evening, gentlemen.
[ Both laugh ]
So is there no hope for the Pendrick FLASH?
Someday someone will do it, but it won't be me.
- What about you, Mr. Goddard? - No.
I've decided to devote my energies to building a rocket.
I'd tell you how, but I'm afraid it's now a state secret.
Just knowing it's possible is enough for me.
Take care.
Well, Mr. Pendrick,
if death doesn't stop you, neither will this.
I'm sure you'll be back with an even grander idea.
I hope you're right.
And you must be sure to keep that logograph.
The infinity symbol. You like that?
I really do.
I believe it's called a lemniscate?
Well, I must be off.
Much work to do.
Well, Murdoch, shall I treat you to dinner
to help celebrate my latest failure?
I appreciate the offer,
but I'm afraid my wife needs my assistance.
It's curious, isn't it?
I've always been undone by the malfeasance
of those I've trusted.
But for the first time,
I've been undone by the very forces of nature itself.
You thought you'd been betrayed
by a man who was willing to confess to a murder
he believed you had committed.
Whatever did I do to deserve such loyalty?
I believe he was in love with you.
Of course.
Now that you say it, it seems so obvious,
but I swear I didn't know.
Tell me, do you think if a man tried hard enough,
he could overcome his inborn nature?
I don't believe so.
Pity.
Until next time.