1:05:11
The birds died with increasing swiftness.
1:05:15
The package of drugs and
equipment came from Mother.
1:05:19
With little or no knowledge of the amount
of chemicals a canary could tolerate,
1:05:23
Stroud proceeded to administer
the oxidisers to his sick birds.
1:05:39
Clearly, this drug was
no cure for septic fever,
1:05:43
but Stroud persisted,
trying different combinations.
1:05:51
The birds still died.
1:05:53
However, Stroud made one discovery:
1:05:55
before death, their temperature
dropped to normal.
1:05:59
He concluded the chemicals
were too harsh, too caustic.
1:06:03
He decided to buffer them
with effervescent sodas.
1:06:07
The birds died.
1:06:11
Hey, Stroud! When you gonna
find a medicine for my birds?
1:06:14
They're droppin' like flies!
1:06:16
- We'll just have to wait.
- Wait?
1:06:19
I'm gonna kill 'em all!
1:06:30
Finally, there was only
one more buffering agent left
1:06:33
in his tiny arsenal of drugs:
Citrocarbonate.
1:06:41
He combined this
with potassium chlorate.
1:06:49
He dosed his birds. After that,
all he could do was hope.
1:06:57
- Three o'clock, Bob.
- Thanks, Johnson.