- MURDOCH MYSTERIES - Season 1 Episode 1
Translation and adaptation LuiGeluS @ SFZ TEAM
Thank you!
Quite a lot of people for a scientific demonstration.
More of a show, I might say.
Can we approach the stage?
Yes, of course.
What have you got there?
Shall we have a picnic?
I figured since we're in the park...
First of all, I'd like to thank you all.
Folks, stay back.
There will be an electrical demonstration demonstration.
That includes you, Miss.
I'm offering him the last meal, if you don't mind.
I must insist...
They want to execute him. Did you know that?
It's not really...
It's a crime, that's what it is.
Look, constable.
I'm from the Human Society of Toronto and I'm asking you to do something about it.
- What do you mean? - Arrest them.
My name is Daniel Pratt.
I am owner and manager of Toronto Electric and Light.
In the last 10 years,
we lit up the streets of Toronto with direct current.
But this contract expires next year
and a new form and very dangerous form of electricity
is taken into account by the city council.
It's called alternating current and it kills.
Which Mr Pratt does not say, of course,
is that he made a whole fortune from direct current.
So this demonstration is because of money.
And out of a desire to keep them.
It is our duty,
responsible citizens of Toronto,
let's not let that happen.
To this end, we have arranged a demonstration by Mr. Allen Fawkes,
one of his top engineers Thomas Edison in New York.
<Thank you.
Mr. Fawkes, on stage is Alderman Edwin Dodd.
Chairman of the Street Lighting Commission.
And, of course,
beautiful Alice Howard, newly crowned Miss Toronto Electric and Light.
<Mr. Fawkes, the stage is yours.
Thank you, Daniel.
Ladies and gentlemen,
as we speak, a power plant is being built at Niagara.
One that will harness the power of the waterfall
and converts it to alternating current.
Dr. Thomas Edison brought electricity
into your homes through direct current
at 110 V, the maximum he considers to be safe.
But these Niagara people are sending AC power
in our town at 20,000 volts.
Oh, my God.
Salon tricks.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are honored to have a distinguished visitor in our midst.
None other than the man who invented this criminal system, Mr. Nikola Tesla.
That's him.
Do you recognize Tesla?
Yes. He's one of my heroes.
<Mr. Tesla, will you take the stage?
No?
Maybe Mr. Tesla realizes the mistake that triggered it.
Bullshit.
And you, too, will be aware,
when I demonstrate the dangers of alternating current.
We'll pass 1,000 volts of alternating current
print a live animal.
This represents 1/20 of what Mr. Tesla and his acolytes
I propose to bring to our city.
<This is not a demonstration.
This is an execution.
What did this dog do to deserve this?
<Miss, you need to back off.
They'll execute a harmless animal!
- I agree, but... - A harmless animal!
I agree, but I can't let you get hurt.
- I can't let that happen. - I'm sorry.
Ladies, you need to stand down.
You should be electrocuted, Mr. Fawkes!
- Miss, please. - Miss Howard.
Turn off the power!
Jesus!
It's clearly a case of electrocution.
Why would the current run through it and...
...Not by dog.
That's the kind of tragedy you have to to expect with these high tensions.
That's why I've made no secret of my support for direct current.
It's safer, and the safety of my constituents is of paramount importance.
I agree with Mr Dodd's sentiments.
Actually, it's safer to make out with with a cobra than AC power.
Wait! That's my dog! What do you think you're doing?
Officer, I want you to arrest this woman for theft.
And I want you to arrest him for animal cruelty.
This is the fifth demonstration you tried to disrupt?
Yes! And you will continue to see me forever, as long as you insist
execute defenseless creatures.
Sir, can I have a word?
- This dog belongs to me. - Definitely.
However, given the publicity that may arise from this incident,
don't you think it's wiser to be seen as merciful people?
Yeah, well, screw that dog.
The dog is yours, ma'am.
Take care of him, or I'll have to arrest you.
- Thank you, Constable. - Crabtree.
George Crabtree.
Edna Garrison.
You are.
What is it?
The current came this way.
When she pulled the handle down,
the current had to pass through these wires to the dog.
Unless...
Unless what?
Rubber.
Someone put an insulator between the contacts,
making the switch from closing the circuit.
So if rubber insulation saved the dog,
why the rubber handle switch didn't save Miss Howard?
Good question.
This has become inefficient. What do we have?
We know why the dog didn't die.
Fuck the dog. What happened to the girl?
She was electrocuted.
Whether it was intentional or not...
Are you suggesting murder?
The stakes are certainly high enough.
We're talking about the contract street lighting contract.
Millions of dollars could be earned or lost, by either side.
Then how did the poor girl end up to die?
That's what I intend to find out.
Watch where you're dancing, Murdoch.
Some people don't like to be toes stepped on.
Alderman Dodd, Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.
I assure you, sir, we'll find out what happened.
You'd better.
This is an atrocity.
Why would anyone want to rig the switch, Mr. Fawkes?
Clearly, someone wanted to embarrass us.
Killing a young girl?
To make the demonstration fail.
I imagine not even Tesla didn't intend for his joke to kill.
Why the inventor of alternating current
would want to discredit your own invention, Mr. Fawkes?
Because they would do anything to undermine him Edison and direct current, that's why.
The man holds a grudge like no one else.
Come on, Mr. Fawkes.
If one were to gain from the death of this young woman, it would be you.
- Me? - Yes.
Go all over the country presenting this dog show
to discredit the alternative current.
I'm convinced. It's dangerous.
We electrocute dogs, Detective.
A few strays to save thousands of lives.
The idea that I would electrocute an innocent girl
for the sake of publicity is an abomination.
- A fortune hangs in the balance, Mr. Fawkes. - Not my fortune.
Your career, then.
You're barking up the wrong tree, Detective.
Very good. We'll see where the evidence leads us.
The switch has been kept in one of my warehouses,
but I don't see the point.
Mr. Pratt, a young woman was murdered today
because of an equipment stored in your warehouse,
during a demonstration that you helped organize.
- Are you implying that... - Why are your hands shaking, Mr. Pratt?
I can't stop thinking what happened to poor Alice.
Then for poor Alice's sake, answer the questions you're asked.
Who had access to the switch?
Mr. Fawkes, myself, some of my employees.
- Was he guarded? - Intermittently.
A night watchman patrols at three of my East End stations.
But any effort to break and get in would set off an alarm.
Do you have an alarm system?
Designed by Thomas Edison himself, after consulting with the Pinkerton Agency.
Has an alarm been triggered?
Alarms are recorded in a logbook at the guard station.
George, I want you to get me the security logs
for Toronto Electric and Light Station on Shuter.
- Right away, sir. - Thank you.
Sir?
If the reason behind fraudulent manipulation
was simply saving the dog.
One of the supporters for the humane treatment of animals.
I think their leader, Miss Garrison, was very dedicated to the cause.
If you think it's worth it, I could...
Excellent idea, George. Yeah, bring her in.
Sir, I was thinking that I might be able to I could interrogate her myself, save you some time.
No, no. Bring her here.
While you're bringing it, I have a phone call to make.
Hello?
Mr. Tesla?
Hello?
Mr. Tesla?
Hello?
Stop it! Step outside the circle and put your left hand in your pocket.
Sorry. You can get really hurt.
How?
Sit in an electric field high-frequency field.
In this way it can light a light bulb powered without wires.
What about the left hand?
Incoming electricity through your left hand,
would come out through your left leg,
passing and eventually, stopping the heart in its tracks.
We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?
Now, how can I help you?
Mr. Tesla, this is Detective Murdoch with the Toronto Police Department.
Nice to meet you, Detective Murdoch.
Please stay there while I pass on the latest information.
Sorry.
Very bad. I should have warned you.
Wait a minute.
There you go.
This is it.
Now you can arrest me or do with me what you came here to do.
I'm not here to arrest you.
Excuse me.
Yes.
Okay, yeah, go ahead.
What a joy!
Thank you, thank you.
It was my lab in New York.
They got my message.
You sent a message to New York by air?
The first six digits of pi, from the tail to the beginning.
My Serbian humour.
How is this possible?
Simply by modulating the waves transmitted and received electrical waves...
...with the same resonant frequency.
Yes, exactly.
A police officer and a scientist.
I'm just an amateur.
But this invention of yours, imagine the possibilities.
Yes, ships will be able to send telegrams while at sea.
You could transmit your voice through radio waves.
Why just the voice?
If you capture an image,
you could modulate the signal
depending on the quantity of reflected light.
Image transmission.
You could call it a telekinetoscope.
Too many syllables.
Name it, tele...
... vision.
But I have more important things to do and I'm sure you do too.
I assume you came here because the accident at the demonstration today.
Yes, there was no accident.
The switch was rigged.
Mr. Fawkes suggested that you were wanted to disrupt his demonstration.
Yes, of course, he suggested.
How little imagination he has!
But please tell Mr. Fawkes on my behalf
that if I wanted to disturb his stupid demonstration,
I would have sent a million-dollar pulse of volts into his generator,
to deactivate it.
Could you do that?
I'd have to build the prototype first, but, yeah.
In any case, where were you last night, Mr. Tesla?
I had lunch with the Serbian consul
which is here to see what we did at Niagara.
Then I spent the night at my hotel.
Thank you.
Mr. Tesla, I wonder if you could help me determine how the victim was killed.
Of course, Detective Murdoch.
I have a couple of meetings and I could stop by your office afterwards.
Section number four.
Excellent.
Thank you.
Agent Crabtree?
Hello again, Miss Garrison.
Come in. Sorry.
Hey, buddy.
What a good boy, what a good boy.
Okay, down, down.
- Good boy. - Actually, it's a she.
Does it have a name?
No. Not yet.
What brings you here?
Did you come to ask me something?
Actually, ma'am, I'm here to to accompany you to the station for questioning.
Sir, I have the security logs, as you requested.
And?
It was an alarm bell, seven minutes after 1:00 a.m.,
but nothing was broken or stolen.
Or so it seemed.
Miss Garrison is waiting for you in the interrogation room.
Thank you.
Sir, if you're busy, I could do the questioning.
- Thank you, George. I'll handle it. - Of course you can.
I take care of animals. Is that a crime?
No, but sabotage is,
especially when it ends by electrocuting a woman.
Are you accusing me of murder?
You rigged the equipment?
No, of course not. I would never do that.
No? Not even to save the life of a poor, innocent dog, Miss Garrison?
As much as I'd like to, I wouldn't know how.
Where were you between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
I was sleeping in my bed, of course.
Can anyone vouch for that?
Yes. I live at Miss Beezley's boarding house, on Queen Street East.
The doors are locked at 10:00 sharp.
Sorry.
So Miss Garrison is not involved, is she?
She could have spent the night out.
Have someone check out her story to the landlady.
When I saw her on stage, she looked like bright-eyed and full of life.
I mean, didn't it seem like someone who spent the night
smashing up buildings or doing whatever.
George, do you like this girl?
No.
And I'll never let the feelings cloud my judgment.
Don't, because, until proven otherwise,
Miss Garrison remains a suspect.
Murdoch, there's a sucker in the waiting room.
He says he knows you. And he's a pain in the ass.
Mr. Tesla.
Detective Murdoch.
You know each other.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
What the hell are you doing on the phone?
I've been thinking about Detective Murdoch's idea of transmitting his voice over the airwaves.
Voice over radio waves.
Yeah, and I got an idea while I was waiting here.
I guess, with slight modifications,
I could transmit a phone signal using my transmitter.
You want to help me?
I would be honored.
This is a telephone transmitter.
You've been working on that idea.
Yes, however, my reasons are far more selfish than yours.
I tried to eavesdrop to conversations of criminals.
Wires are the problem.
How to sneak it when you've got wires running everywhere?
That's why you asked me about wireless voice transmission.
Yes, in part.
Anyway, that can wait. This is the switch.
Yes, at the switch handle we want to look at.
The problem of using rubber as insulation is that over time it will crack.
Yeah, I thought of that, but this tire is obviously new.
If I wanted to kill someone,
I'd cut it down to the metal, the metal that it covers
and I would fill the cut with a conductor.
Like what?
Graphite powder, one of the best conductors available.
And it's black, like rubber.
The victim wouldn't have known that the handle was rigged.
The current would cause the graphite to burn
and the rubber would melt...
Wiping evidence.
But in this case, some graphite should remain embedded in the rubber.
Very good, Detective Murdoch.
Shall we test your hypothesis?
May I suggest a lamp?
Rubber is an effective insulator.
A thin piece would stop a strong current.
But if this rubber is soaked with conductive agent,
as we suspect, then we should allow the current to pass.
You can plug in the lamp, Mr. Tesla.
That's how the young woman was apparently killed.
The only question now is "why? "
A new employee?
Sometimes I wish I had a little more company.
Doctor, do you have a postmortem report for me?
Yes. Sorry it took so long,
but I rarely get a chance to examine an electrocution victim.
Yeah, I guess it's gonna happen more often in the future.
No doubt.
I was curious to find out what was the path taken by electricity.
And?
Well, it went in through the right hand, went through the spinal cord,
which I suppose makes sense.
It went through her liver and then leaked out through her right leg, exiting through her heel.
Electricity takes the easy way out to earth.
But how does he know what that is?
Nature is very efficient.
It's fascinating.
Yes, in any case, we've established how Miss Howard was killed.
- Did you find out why? - Not yet.
I don't know if this helps, but I did find one thing.
Following the path taken by the current, I dissected the uterus.
I found a small lump.
So small I almost didn't see it.
- A lump? - Yes.
In fact, an immature placenta.
Miss Howard was five weeks pregnant.
Pregnant, right? There's a reason for you.
Who killed Miss Howard had knowledge of electricity,
knew where the equipment was stored and knew the victim would flip the switch.
I believe the father is either Daniel Pratt, or Edwin Dodd.
Jesus, Murdoch!
Pratt's a millionaire and Dodd is the most powerful man in town, next to the mayor.
Any one of them will eat you for breakfast, if he wants to, and he probably will.
What about Guy Fawkes? He'd fit.
Fawkes. Very good, sir.
I guess he doesn't really have a reason.
- Motiv? - You said it yourself.
Pratt is a millionaire, a married one.
Dodd is a prominent public figure.
An illicit relationship could cost them dearly both of them.
Fawkes doesn't have the same power as the other two.
You insist on playing with fire, don't you?
Fortunately, I'll have the answer right away.
Alice and I shared for the last two years a small apartment.
So you knew her well, then?
Just like everyone else, I suppose.
She worked during the day. I worked nights.
So we would see each other on Sundays.
Even then, we were very different people.
How so?
I'm shy, especially when it comes to men.
Alice wasn't like that at all.
The men were running madly after her.
Please.
Thank you.
I know it sounds terrible,
but, I guess some of them were married.
Was she seeing someone special?
There was one.
Everything was very secret.
But she seemed to be in love with him.
She told you that.
A woman always knows.
I spoke to him several times on the phone.
She had a beautiful voice.
Do you recognize any any of these men?
Sorry, no.
I've never met one of her admirers.
Can you remember his name?
Alice was very discreet.
He never mentioned names.
I have Miss Howard's personal effects.
However, I could not to find any next of kin.
She has a sister in Kingston.
I'll make sure he gets it.
You know what this is?
Her last boyfriend gave it to her.
Really?
Yes?
Detective.
Please, sit down.
You want an orange?
No, thank you.
They are very hard to find, they grow in Florida.
Thank you.
I want to ask you a few questions.
Of course. Say.
What was the nature of your relationship with Miss Howard?
She was a member of my office staff.
Yes?
I thought it was Miss Toronto Electric and Light.
She was far too beautiful to remain a civil servant.
Is that why you had sex with her?
Pardon?
Did you give him this?
I've never seen him before.
I expect your wife to have some suspicions.
Maybe I'll ask her.
Hold on.
Okay.
Yes.
Alice and I had a brief affair.
But it's been over for weeks.
When did she tell you she was pregnant?
- Pregnant? - Yes.
Miss Howard was five weeks pregnant.
- But you knew that. - My baby?
It is impossible.
Yes, Mr. Pratt, your baby.
That's why you killed her, isn't it?
To kill her. No. It was an accident.
It was no accident.
Miss Howard was murdered.
Thank you.
Sir.
Anything else you need tonight?
I think that's it. Thank you, George.
Okay. See you tomorrow.
George.
Do I smell lavender?
Clean up, sir. Along with holiness.
I'll keep that in mind.
Your detective wants to question me further?
Actually, Miss, my interests here are strictly personal.
I'm afraid my own interests in this matter have diminished.
Miss, I'm aware that the ship between us has sailed.
In fact, these flowers are not meant for you.
- I'm not? - No.
It's very strange,
but I was hoping to meet the dog.
She likes violets?
Are you here to question my dog?
Yes. I was hoping she'd go for a walk with me.
In fact, I'd be very much in your debt if you could come with us,
to keep an eye on us.
Would you wait downstairs?
Mr. Fawkes, what brings you here?
Daniel Pratt is here to see me this afternoon.
It was like he was a different person.
That's understandable. His mistress is dead.
And you suspect he killed her?
Yes.
And I intend to prove it.
I don't think you could be more wrong, Detective.
Why?
Because the original plan was not that Miss Howard to flip the switch.
So who would have to flip the switch, then?
Alderman Dodd, of course.
If anyone was supposed to be a victim, it's the man.
You look gorgeous.
And neither does your landlady doesn't look so bad.
They have to be back by 10:00.
Does it have a name?
Yes. Violet.
It's a beautiful name.
Like flowers.
Violet, shall we go?
Mr. Dodd? Hello?
Hello?
Hands behind your head.
Slowly.
Now turn around.
Again, very slowly.
You are. You're...
Detective William Murdoch. Toronto Constabulary.
Detective, for God's sake, why are you snooping around in the middle of the night?
You made a habit of using guns
every chance there is of someone visiting you, Mr. Dodd?
This? It's my father's bird gun.
I didn't touch it until tonight.
Why take it out now?
You know why. Someone tried to electrocute me.
But, sir, why would anyone try to kill you?
That's it. I have no idea.
I'm a politician.
A noble calling, certainly,
but you can't please everyone, can you?
Mr. Dodd, you're also the president of the Street Lighting Commission, aren't you?
I'm just one of five men on this committee.
Yeah, but as far as I know, you have the deciding vote if there's a tie.
After all, you decide whether AC comes into Toronto,
which makes you a very powerful man.
My position is known to all and I have never wavered.
I have no idea why anyone would want to hurt me.
I don't know, Murdoch.
Something's wrong with that.
I agree.
But who would profit from Dodd's death?
Camp "alternating current (AC)", I presume.
But then, why do they do it this way, discrediting their own system?
Yes, and besides, cities everywhere are adopting the C.A. system.
Maybe Toronto isn't adopting it now,
but he'll have to do it soon or he will be left behind.
Maybe it was someone from the "direct current (DC)" camp.
That wouldn't make sense. Dodd supports C.C.
Or so he says.
But in my experience, knowing people like Edwin Dodd,
what they say and what they do, are two totally different things.
If the "C.A." camp wanted to to change their vote.
Bribery?
Which may explain...
Do you have today's paper?
Niagara C.A.
What is it?
Shares rose from 76 to 95 cents.
After Miss Howard's death, I would have thought the stock was going down.
Yes, instead, they increased by almost 25%.
C.A. supporters are probably buying.
Which seems to indicate that it was a set-up.
It would seem.
But how did you know about the shares, sir?
Intuition.
Really?
I can't retire on a policeman's salary, can I?
So I followed the scholarship.
Something that would be good to take a look at yourself, ugly.
Maybe I will, after I resolve this bribery situation.
Hurry!
I can't. I've got a lump.
No.
- Is it locked? - What time is it?
Two minutes after 10:00.
Two minutes. Fuck this black-hearted woman.
Shouldn't you be knocking?
No. I've had two warnings this month.
One more and I'm out. Come on, come on, come on.
Hello?
Mr. Tesla?
Hello?
Mr. Tesla?
<Hello.
Hello?
<I said hello.
Hello, Mr. Tesla.
You have to hold down the switch on the side of the box to talk.
<Then you let go to listen.
Hello. Hello, Mr. Tesla?
This is it. Hello, Detective Murdoch.
Mr. Tesla, where are you?
<I'm having dinner at the Grand Hotel.
How did you know I'd be here?
You tripped a switch when you walked through the door.
Mr. Tesla, I have some questions.
<Of course you do.
There's a lot to find out.
In essence, what we did
was to get a signal conventional phone signal
and run it through a coil set and capacitor...
No, Mr. Tesla.
I have questions about the murder.
I need to talk to you in person.
<Yes, very good.
I always leave the latch open.
Give me Violet.
Good girl.
You coming in?
Do you want me to come in?
Just for tea.
You'll be able to leave by the back stairs.
Okay.
Oh, my God!
Honey.
You accuse me of bribing a public official.
Not you, Mr. Tesla. Maybe someone in your camp.
I'm a scientist, Detective Murdoch.
I don't dirty my hands with the sordid details of business.
But, I could speak openly...
Of course.
Alternating current does not need to bribe its way into the future.
The forces of logic and history dictate it.
Many inventions have been made before their time, Mr. Tesla.
Consider the works of Da Vinci.
Even your city, New York, was slow to adapt to your system.
Repeat... I...
We did not bribe Mr Dodd.
Then, Mr. Tesla, how do you explain the fluctuating stock prices?
It should have decreased after what happened.
I'll find out.
Dodd's banking information.
It cost me a bottle of my best scotch.
- I hope it was worth it. - See for yourself.
$20,000, deposited last Monday.
How much does Alderman earn?
300 a year, if he's lucky.
So if Niagara C.A. bought Dodd...
they had no reason to kill him.
So, I'm guessing someone in the CC camp must have done it.
What if Pratt found out?
He still thought Dodd was his man.
Me, I would have killed the bastard.
Honestly, how can a police officer be so clumsy?
Breaking and entering with grace isn't really part of my job.
Don't worry about the mess.
I'll make some tea.
I have a confession to make.
It's not your dog I like.
I mean, she's great, but...
Does it hurt?
It hurts like hell.
- I should go make some tea. - Yeah.
He should be working and it's almost midnight.
His wife said he likes staying out late at night.
I'll bet Miss Howard does, too.
What's wrong with the lights?
Daniel Pratt?
Mr. Pratt?
Wait, sir, no!
- What? - Don't touch it.
I think he was electrocuted.
If you touch it or your phone, you might die too.
As you suspected, another electrocution.
Yes, but this time, the current went straight through the heart.
Yeah, he stopped it. How did you know that?
The killer was truly ingenious.
As soon as the helmet was lifted,
the electric current flows through the arm,
through the chest and out the other arm.
None of my business,
but did Mr. Dodd have the knowledge to do this?
It's quite simple, really.
The receiver was powered directly from the power supply.
The next call that came in for Mr. Pratt turned out to be deadly.
- Sir? - Yes, George?
It's something I need to talk to you about.
- It will have to wait. - Step aside.
- Sir, we have to arrest Dodd. - Not without evidence.
We have evidence.
We could arrest him for corruption, but not for murder.
You don't think he did it?
One electrocution for another. An eye for an eye. It's fucking poetic.
Who else would have done it?
Actually, sir, it's someone.
Where did you get this?
How a power generator schematic came to be AC generator in your possession, Miss Garrison?
Your agent spied on me?
Do I have to repeat the question?
I needed it, to sabotage the demonstration.
So you broke into Mr. Pratt's warehouse and rigged the switch.
No, I went to the warehouse, but we didn't do anything.
We?
There were three of us.
We make sure those bastards don't kill any more innocent animals,
at least not that day.
What happened next?
When the alarm went off,
we panicked and ran.
Nothing more?
Nothing more.
Sir, you believe Miss Garrison, don't you?
It would explain why the alarm went off and the security guard couldn't find anyone.
That's a relief.
So, your girlfriend left, huh?
Inspector, my relationship with Miss Garrison is strictly professional.
Romeo, you're talking to me.
Of course it is.
So we're back to Dodd, are we?
It must be him.
Dodd is a C.C. man.
He starts taking bribes from the other side.
Pratt finds out, he's about to lose a fortune and decides to take Dodd out.
He sees his chance at the demonstration.
Sneaking into the warehouse, your own warehouse, nobody asks any questions
and sabotage the generator.
But at the last minute, Miss Howard enters Dodd's warehouse.
And all Pratt can do is see his mistress flip the switch.
Yes.
Dodd discovers that Pratt is after him,
decides to take revenge.
Plausible. Damn plausible.
How do we prove it?
I have an idea.
The transmission distance depends on the power supply.
You say it has to be portable?
Yeah, something about the size of a suitcase.
It's going to be tough.
15 kg, at least.
He doesn't have to carry it far.
Another challenge.
I understand you enjoy a challenge.
That, yes.
You want me to blackmail Edwin Dodd?
Yes, but only as a means to make it to admit his guilt.
I don't know. He's already killed one man.
What's to stop him from killing me too?
You'll be in a public place and we will record the conversation.
How? It's impossible.
Not anymore, Mr. Fawkes.
- Mr. Fawkes. - Mr. Tesla.
I understand that congratulations are in order.
The engagement is not yet official.
However, an heiress.
I suppose if you're not capable to amass a fortune, you marry her.
- I will not work with this man. - Neither will I.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, please.
I'm asking you to set aside personal disputes.
I left the receiver in the lab, with my assistant,
to test the distance of the device.
Mr. Fawkes, if you say anything in the direction of the briefcase...
What am I supposed to say?
Whatever comes to mind. It doesn't have to be concise.
Curly-haired puppy steals duck from henhouse.
He swears he doesn't steal but I caught him with his duck in his mouth.
Looks like your machine is a little disappointing.
Just a moment.
Yes.
<Curly-haired puppy steals duck from the henhouse.
He swears not to steal but I caught him with his duck in his mouth.
You outdid yourself, Nikola.
Actually, I have to split the credits with Detective Murdoch.
- Mr. Fawkes. - Sit down.
- What's this? - My new suitcase.
Very elegant.
Not very, but it's surprisingly practical.
I don't have much time. What's this about?
I know what you did last night.
What are you talking about?
<I know everything, Edwin.
<You took 20,000 from Niagara C.A.
<Pratt found out.
<Is that why you killed him?
I don't have to sit here and listen to all this.
It's up to you, but if you leave, I'm going to the police.
How much?
Half.
10.000 $.
I don't have $10,000.
<This is bad.
<The amount is non-negotiable.
Well.
<But I need time.
<I spent it all on Niagara C.A. stock.
Let me replay the rest of the conversation, Mr. Dodd?
What do you want?
A full confession.
So it's a closed case?
It's a good expression, case closed.
She's strong. I have to remember her.
Dodd confessed to killing Pratt and took bribes from Niagara C.A.
You sound disappointed.
I wish I had a confession from Pratt himself that he,
in fact, he rigged the switch.
Be thankful that he's no longer trying to prove
that he wanted to kill Miss Howard.
- Why? - Because I don't think he had a reason.
What makes you say that?
Mr. Pratt's pubic bone was broken.
It's a break from youth, probably happened in childhood.
Both seminal ducts were crushed.
So then...
He couldn't get her pregnant Miss Howard.
- If he couldn't... - Who did?
Probably someone who shouldn't have.
Maybe Dodd wasn't the target, after all.
Maybe it was Miss Howard.
<Her last boyfriend gave her this.
<I've never seen him before.
Pratt told the truth.
What are you talking about, William?
Pratt didn't give Miss Howard the pendant.
But she was in love with someone in the electricity business.
<Miss Howard.
It was Fawkes. He had access to the warehouse.
He knew that Miss Howard would flip the switch.
And why would he want to kill Miss Howard?
He was about to get married to a girl from a very rich family.
- Her pregnancy would have ruined everything. - That's monstrous.
How will you prove it?
Fortunately, I have a witness.
I know everything, Edwin.
You took 20 grand from Niagara C.A.
He is.
That voice I heard calling Alice.
I'd recognize her any day.
You were in Toronto five weeks ago to prepare for the demonstration.
Miss Howard was five weeks pregnant.
Shall I continue?
I think I'd like to talk to a lawyer.
Hello, Miss.
I didn't expect to see you again.
Violet has been pissing in Miss Beezley's shoes.
Is that right?
I'm sorry to hear that.
I have no one to give it to. Don't you want it?
Yes, of course, of course.
Sorry. I'm sorry for what happened.
Me too.
Maybe I could visit her,
to make sure she's treated well.
I think that would be a responsible thing to do, ma'am.
Come on. Come on, girl.
Hello?
Mr. Tesla?
Hello?
<Detective Murdoch.
You are the first to receive a wireless transmission from New York.
I came to thank you and...
<Don't try to transmit yourself.
The power of this device is far too weak.
While I believe it is a splendid invention,
I have other ideas of much greater importance, that need to be explored.
We are the people of the future, Detective Murdoch.
And what a future it will be!
Yes.
What the future will be.
Translation and adaptation LuiGeluS @ SFZ TEAM