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(upbeat music)

(bicycle bell ringing)

You think Zane going inside with Mrs. Hart was the right call?

Three kids trying to get a hand on evidence is impossible.

But one kid with the help of a coroner... Smart move.

And he's so good at convincing people, and stating arguments.

So, how long have you been crushing on Zane?

What?

(laughing) Crush?

On Zane? Please.

Well, using my family's great detecting skills,

you kinda swoon when he quotes all those random philosophers.

Not to mention the daggers you shot at the hipster girl

in the library when he was talking to her.

Okay! (chuckling)

Is this a courtroom?

You like Zane more than a friend.

Do you think he knows?

I'm pretty sure he has zero clue.

But, why don't you just tell him?

Tale as old as time.

If he doesn't like me back, I lose my best friend.

Or worse, we stay friends and it's just awkward forever,

neither of us knowing what to say, or do...

(clears throat)

Update: Mrs. Hart had to head back to the morgue.

We had no luck getting the evidence

from Higgins-News, or something.

(sighing) It's super quiet in the station

after what's happened to...

well, your namesake Detective.

We need to get our hands on the scarf and the evidence,

and the police report to know what they have on him.

Sounds like we need to sneak in.

I know where the evidence room is,

just past the reception desk.

How are we going to do all that with officers watching?

Zane, remember our sketch from drama class last year?

We just keep breaking more and more rules...

Let's hit a pause on the rules and get into character.

Good day, good sir!

We are reporter trainees doing an expos� on crime in the city.

Oh! From what publication?

Gazette? Star?

Tribune?

- Yes! - That one!

What can you tell us about the rising crime rates in Toronto?

Oh, has the rash of horse and carriage thefts

concerned Toronto citizens? - Hmm.

I can assure you we are doing everything

in our utmost power to stop the thefts

and put an end to the fear in the minds

of the good people of Toronto, and to the horses as well.

You know, a lot of people don't know this,

but horses can sense fear too.

And it's of no use to anyone to have a tense horse

roam in these streets. I'll tell you...

That's exactly what happened a few days ago.

You see, the carriage disappeared on Elm Street,

leaving the horse behind.

My theory is if you're gonna steal a horse carriage,

best to start with the carriage.

(indistinct chatter)

...because if you go back for the horse...

(indistinct chatter)

(sighing)

That looks like my dad's handwriting.

Wait, is this...

(epic music)

This is William Murdoch's office.

(gasping)

Young lady! What are you doing in here?

Keep it moving.

Come on.

These two gave me some malarky about being reporter trainees,

then I caught this one trying to break into the evidence room.

(sighing)

Alright, Landon, I've got this.

You were here earlier with Mrs. Hart.

And you still have to tell me what you were doing

in the detective's office.

Sir, Detective Murdoch was framed.

Well, I agree with Mrs. Hart on this issue.

But what's that got to do with you?

Why are you children sneaking about?

- Just, hear us out. - We're not to be in here!

(sighing) This could mean my badge.

But it's for Detective Murdoch.

Won't be able to afford these truffles anymore.

But it's for Detective Murdoch.

What would he do?

I'm so not down with uncomfortable silences.

He's processing.

Without the detail of time travel,

how we know what we know

is a lot for him to digest.

I'm too young and cute for 1910 jail.

For any jail, really.

Is there any chance you've spoken

with Professor LeDuc or Iris Craven?

What do you know of Miss Craven?

Truth be told, we've been trying to speak

with the doctor's next of kin, colleagues, friends.

We tried to reach Miss Craven to no avail.

So she's on the lam?!

Skipped town!

I don't know about that,

but her things have been moved out of her boarding house.

And according to her roommate,

she was cross with Dr. Van Doren

after apparently criticizing her latest research.

LeDuc was just in here,

poor man was nearly beside himself with grief.

I still don't know how you know so much about this case.

Constable, don't think too much about losing your badge.

Think about the kudos.

Uh, praise.

The praise you'll get for being the man

who frees William Murdoch.

Kudos, you say, huh?

Tell me what you need.

We need the scarf from the crime scene.

And all the evidence you have.

Good job securing the evidence, boss Mace.

I'm hoping whatever is in there reveals

Iris Craven or LeDuc to be the real murderer.

Then, William Murdoch is free

and we can bust ourselves out of here.

(chuckling) Easy peasy, in and out.

(ominous music)

Alright. (sighing)

Ah.

I've seen this scarf on the detective often.

I'll check it against the fibres I put aside.

If there's no match, you three are in luck.

It means we can prove a different scarf was used

to strangle Dr. Van Doren.

Indeed. Take a look at this.

See how the colour has darkened?

That, along with the sample that I've taken

confirms this is a chemical burn.

Something from home?

I don't think so. More of a substance

you would find in a- - Lab!

The chemical burn probably set in from something

she was working on in there.

- Hmm. - But a woman of Van Doren's

intellect would've known to treat her injuries fast,

so as to avoid nerve damage.

So why was she in the park leaving it untreated?

No bandages or anything.

Did the detectives on the case check the lab?

No, according to this report you tried to abscond with,

they focused on collecting evidence from the crime scene.

We need to get into the lab!

- I can help with an address. - And I'll come with.

Billie, you alright to stay and work on the scarf fibres?

Mm-hmm.

Focus on the evidence, Bills.

Remember, in and out, easy peasy!

What's your hunch on the lab?

Don't you find it strange Van Doren,

a brilliant scientist, leaves her lab with an untreated wound?

There's something fishy going on.

(ominous music)

How about a distraction? Look.

What've you discovered?

The truth.

Do you see it, Billie?

Woah.

The fibres from Detective Murdoch's scarf

look different to the fibres you found on the body.

That's right. Van Doren's is made

from the cashmere wool of a pashmina goat.

Whilst Murdoch's is yarn, sheep's wool.

This proves it!

I knew the detective had to be innocent!

(laughing)

Okay. (chuckling)

Dr. Van Doren's lab, in the heart of the university,

where it all began.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Astrophysics equations?

1910 Bunsen burners?

Now this is what I call a lab!

(laughing)

See anything that could cause a burn mark?

On it.

Wait. What's that?

Zane, look.

It looks like she was concocting some exotic matter.

Exotic matter!

Unobtanium!

Fuel used to power a machine that can traverse space and time.

Wait, wait...

What's this?

Blood. (gasping)

In a chemist's lab?

And look, scuff marks.

Blood...

A broken bottle...

I think there was a struggle here.

Someone must've snuck up on Van Doren,

and she fought back using the chemicals

and burnt herself.

Her head wound! She could've been hit

by the padlock in here as well.

This is where it happened!

This is the crime scene.

Dr. Van Doren died in this lab.

(thudding) (hissing)

Do you hear that? (sniffing)

I think it's some kind of... (coughing)

Cover your nose and stop talking!

(coughing)

Don't breathe!

Are you okay?

Let's get out of here.

Oh no! It's locked!

Somebody locked us in, we can't get out.

- Help! - Help!

Macy? Zane?

Billie? We're in here! Help!

- Billie, how- - There's no time for questions.

Hurry.

(dramatic music)

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