Murdoch Mysteries

Gentlemen.

I hope you had a merry Christmas.

Good morning, sir. Are you feeling better?

Christmas seems to hit me harder each year, Murdoch.

Sorry ı dropped out early last night.

I missed Margaret's rum pudding, apparently.

It was delicious, as always.

I told you, He did nothing wrong!

- George? - Sir.

Gideon Turner.

We found him up on Bloor street with a man in a headlock.

He was about to throw himself off the Rosedale valley bridge.

How do you know that, Mr. Turner?

I'm afraid ı can't tell you that.

Christmas was yesterday, Mr. Turner.

Now, either you tell us the truth,

or you'll find my very own personal version

of boxing day in our cells.

No, no, you can't.

I must prevent a murder at 10:00.

Oh, lord. I-l have to go.

- Sir! - Get him!

Get after him, Crabtree!

Seth Morgan.

It's him! It's Santa Claus.

George, after him!

George.

Mr. Turner, explain yourself.

Murdoch.

Hey. This man saved my life.

It's true, sir.

Mr. Turner sent the shot wild.

There'll be plenty more of that back at the station

if you don't tell us how you knew this was going to happen.

I saw it happen.

I've been to the future.

You've been to the future?

How'd you manage that, then?

I can't tell you that. I've said too much already.

Bloody hell. He's crackers.

I lost him, sir. He escaped down a coal chute.

He left this behind. It's a piece of his suit.

All right, George.

Escort Mr. Morgan to the station for questioning

and see if you can lift any finger marks

off this casing.

Sir.

I'll have some constables search the coal chute.

Thank you.

Right, then.

Do you have any more future crimes you'd like to prevent?

No, but ı have to stop a boy

from being run over by a carriage

at the corner of queen and parliament.

- Ah. What time? - 3:15.

Wonderful. That gives us time to chat.

How did you know Mr. Morgan

would be at that location at that exact time?

I've already told you.

You have not been to the future, Mr. Turner.

And if you persist in this delusion,

ı will commit you for observation

at the provincial lunatic asylum.

You can't do that. I'm completely sane.

I never saw Mr. Turner before.

How did he know you were gonna be there?

I have no idea.

I was just on my way to meet someone.

Who?

I've been seeing certain married women.

- Which women? - Could be any one of a dozen.

I have a weakness.

He maintains his belief that he's been to the future.

Well, if he committed no crime...

I intend to have Dr. Roberts conduct

a full mental evaluation of Mr. Turner.

And Mr. Morgan?

He liked to seduce married women.

Oh.

Well, that gives us some insight

into who may have tried to shoot him.

12 husbands to pick from.

Not that he'll name any.

You didn't use your customary persuasion?

I didn't have the heart to knock it out of him,

Christmas spirit and all that.

'Sir?

I managed to find a partial print on the shell casing.

Most likely a thumb mark from when the shooter

inserted the bullet into the chamber.

Unfortunately, the rest of the cartridge was clean.

Sir, according to Mr. Turner,

a boy is going to be trampled by a horse at 3:15.

Should ı make sure that that doesn't happen?

George, ı don't believe that anyone

has been traveling through time.

But something strange is going on.

- Take Henry. - Sir.

Also, sir, one other thing.

As you know, this Sunday is the turn of the century.

Yes.

Well, ı was thinking about asking Dr. grace to accompany me

to the policemen's ball, but...

Oh.

She's a doctor, and I'm just a copper.

I just don't want to embarrass myself.

I don't want to embarrass her.

I think you should ask her, George.

- Really? - Really.

It appears Mr. Turner

has a desperate need to help others.

It stems from feelings of inadequacy,

low self-worth.

But it is strange how he knew about the shooting.

Yes.

Is it possible that he hired someone

to dress up like Santa Claus

and pretend to attempt to kill Mr. Morgan

all so that he could save him?

Mm.

People have been known to purposely create

desperate situations that only they can resolve.

Hmm.

I'll keep him under observation.

Thank you, doctor.

No! You can't!

I have to rescue the boy!

The boy!

William'?

Julia.

The nightmares started soon after ı was buried alive.

They became so bad, ı was afraid to sleep at night.

I can only imagine.

So you came to see Dr. Roberts? Yes.

I agreed to an experimental treatment

which induced seizures.

That sounds drastic.

Yes, but it worked wonders.

I have nothing but sweet dreams now.

But if you're cured...

Oh, I'm no longer in treatment.

I'm here because I've been studying psychiatry.

It's a fascinating field.

Then you might be interested in what I'm up to.

Oh, and what is that?

Well, it's a curious case:

A man who believes he's been to the future.

He's quite convinced.

And he thinks he's something of a hero.

I believe the psychologist Emil kraepelin

refers to patterns of behavior as syndromes.

Perhaps this man is suffering from hero syndrome.

But why the future?

Perhaps he wants to be a hero with superhuman ability-

a superhero, as it were.

Hmm.

Well, you're welcome to observe my investigation if you like.

I'd be delighted.

Superhero?

Yes, sir.

It would appear that Mr. Turner

may have set up the whole shooting

just so that he could stop it.

Seth Morgan will be relieved to hear that.

Murdoch, take a look at this.

I've been holding on to it for a few days.

Sir, they're offering you the position of chief constable.

In Ottawa.

Not as big as this town, but prestigious.

That's quite an honor, sir.

Will you accept?

I don't know yet.

It's an administrative position.

I wouldn't really be a copper anymore.

When do you have to let them know?

By the new year.

New century.

Detective Murdoch.

Teddy Nelson, the gazette.

I've heard you brought in a man

claiming to be from the future.

Is there any truth to that?

The man in question is undergoing a full evaluation

at the provincial lunatic asylum.

Sir, everything happened exactly as Turner said.

He may be from the future after all.

Uh... This is a police matter.

Hodge?

Sir, Higgins and ı went down

to the corner of queen and parliament, as instructed.

We waited there till almost 3:30, sir.

We were about to pack it in when, suddenly,

Higgins sees this carriage barreling down queen street

at considerable speed.

And then this urchin comes bolting out of an alley, sir,

right into it's path.

- Was the boy hurt? - No.

Mr. Turner was there to stop it.

Mr. Turner?

He came out of nowhere, sir, scooped up the young lad,