Murdoch Mysteries

Thank goodness you're here!

Aaah, yes!

Our supply of victims is running low.

Tell me, Frye,

what is it that makes a man rush back up a hill he's fallen down

time and time again?

Banerjee, I'm here to play.

Are you gonna let me in or not?

No sense of humour to be found here.

Jarvis! You're out.

- Thanks for helping me, Jarvis. - Bye, Jarvis.

You've been replaced.

You two ought to have learned some manners by now.

We are terribly unpopular this evening, brother.

Cheers, Jarvis.

We'll see you again when "Papa" sends your allowance.

- Damn darkies. - Ugh!

At least, we're not here on scholarship.

You know what?

One day, you boys are gonna get exactly what you deserve.

What did you say?

Do you want the whole school to hear you? Get back in there!

Best let him go. Come on.

Every time we move, I think things will change.

They never do.

This is unusual, even for them.

Hello?

- Can I help you? - Yes, hello.

We were told to speak to a Detective William Murdoch.

How may I be of assistance?

These are our sons, Vik and Sunil.

They're missing.

When did your sons disappear?

Their correspondence ceased two weeks ago.

Correspondence?

Do you not live in Toronto?

I am an emissary for the Raj, posted in Ottawa.

For the duration,

we placed our sons at a boarding school,

- Laird College. - Laird College?

My wife would give my eyeteeth to fix our boys a spot up there.

Two weeks missing, and no one batted an eye.

The headmaster believed we pulled them out of enrolment.

Is it possible your sons simply abandoned their studies?

But they have nowhere to go. We have

no connections in this country.

Something is wrong, Detective.

I understand your concern, Mr. and Mrs. Banerjee.

We'll look into it.

I'll see you out.

When I was in Afghanistan,

I fought alongside some good Indian men.

I have a deep respect for your part of the Empire.

Perhaps I was one of those men.

- I fought that war as well. - Ah, it was devilishly hot.

- Oh. - Sand everywhere.

This withdrawal letter found its way to my desk.

How was I to know it was a forgery?

Tuesday the 14th.

Aah... Aah!

The same date the parents stopped receiving correspondence.

It was likely written by the Banerjee brothers themselves.

- They were troublemakers then? - Quite.

For 25 years, I've matriculated both members of Parliament

and your run-of-the-mill degenerates.

The Banerjee brothers were the latter.

Did you not find it suspicious

that they left behind all of their belongings?

It happens more often than you'd expect with the sons of diplomats.

Besides, I've been busy interviewing professors

- for our Department of Literature. - I see.

Did the brothers associate with any students that we could interview?

Yeah.

Hello, rabbit.

May I play with him?

Her! No, you can't.

Miss Clark!

Good afternoon.

Well, that's an unusual encumbrance.

I've just procured my latest test subject.

- Oh, what's the experiment? - Hormonal therapy.

She is barren, like yourself,

and I hope to synthesize a medicine that may help her conceive.

A medicine? And you say you're close.

But not successful.

My experiment has reached an impasse.

I will inform you when I need a human subject.

Perhaps I could assist you.

Frye, Moore, Jarvis.

Front and centre.

This is Detective Murdoch and Inspector Brackenreid.

They have some questions for you.

Gentlemen, I have business to attend to.

Good day, gentlemen.

Uh, do you recall the last time you saw

the Banerjee brothers?

It has been a while.

Did their absence not alarm you?

What was the nature of your friendship?

We studied together. That's it.

Can you think of any reason why they may have fled?

We haven't the slightest.

Do you have any knowledge

- of their whereabouts? - No, sir.

That'd be great, thank you.

What are you doing here?

I've been in since morning.

Yes, but what are you doing here?

I'm a policeman.

You weren't always a policeman.

You simply put on a uniform and converted

- as it were? - I suppose.

Fairly young to be withering your brain over paperwork. In fact,

it's dangerous. How do you intend to make room for wisdom?

I intend to do my job.

Hmm.

Where does a young man grow such certainty?

I'm not certain.

I'm just "here" as you call it.

I see. So you are not certain

you want to be a policeman.

- They know something. - I never said they didn't.

But they won't be telling us.

Sir, I'm certain if we interviewed them separately,

they would respond to questioning.

You seem to forget what it was like to be young.

Sir, when I was young,

I was happy to aid the police as an amateur detective.

Course you did, Murdoch.

John!

A moment?

Are you out of your mind?!

We have more experienced constables!

- Yes, but none that are young enough. - What is the case?

Two boys have gone missing from their boarding school,

and none of the students will speak to us.

And you think they'll talk to me?

Yes, if you're a student.

Murdoch, he's hardly gotten his feet wet.

I never will if you keep coddling me.

Sir?

Oh, all right.

Hello, everyone. I'm John.

Congratulations.

I need a seat.

Glad to see you found the class.

You lot won't be sitting on your heels any longer.

I found your new literature professor.

- Headmaster. - All yours.

Hello, all. I am Professor Colin Matthews.

Today, we are set to embark

on the most epic of journeys to the most exotic of locales.

Our destination,

Ancient Egypt.

Oh, very funny.

The brightest of a generation, and that's the best you've come up with?

Now, the vessel

upon which we are about to embark on our journey

is a novel by the criminally underappreciated author

George Crabtree. It is...

Curse of the Pharaohs.

Can we please have something else?

Why? You're not fond of the book?

The opposite. It's great.

Oh, really?

What's your favourite, uh...

What is it that makes it so "great"?

An infertile rabbit is a rare specimen,

but three seems most unlikely. Wherever did you find them?

An exhaustive search of the local farms.

They were glad to be rid of their fruitless does.

And the cause of infertility?

Well, their reproductive organs function,

but they cannot enter a state of heat.

It suggests hormone deficiency.

And you have a medicinal treatment to address this?

Chasteberry has been used

in folk-infertility remedies since Ancient Greece.

I aim to extract its medicine,

much the same way as Aspirin was from willow bark.

What have you tried so far?

Using the coca leaf as model,

I've created a paste of chasteberry,

water and solvent, yet the paste keeps reacting

to any chemical I add to purify it.

Well, unlike coca leaf,

chasteberry contains sugar.

If we suspend it in alcohol,

we can synthesize the plant's medicine

without the live material interfering.

Yeah. It's worth a fair shot.

Hey, come on!

Gentlemen, could I have your attention please?

Vik and Sunil Banerjee are still missing.

If anyone has any information as to their whereabouts,

you better come see me at Station House Number 4.

Thank you.

Oy, you there!

I've not seen you before.

You wouldn't be avoiding the constabulary by any chance, would you?