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- Anything interesting?

- Detective Watts. - I�m happy to lend a hand

if so. My plants are at risk of getting too much attention.

It�s been so quiet lately.

- Uh... (clears throat)

Mr. Ethan Marshall has been reported missing

by the matron at his rooming house.

- When did this matron last see him?

- Uh, uh, five weeks ago.

He was having an argument with a young nurse

he�d been courting.

- Disappeared after a lover�s spat.

Not particularly unusual.

- Are either of you free to join me

at a potential crime scene? - Potential?

- A body was found in a burnt-out truck

on Bright Street near Queen.

- Oh! That is in the vicinity

of Mr. Marshall�s rooming house.

- You think it possible he was consumed by the fires of love?

- I think it possible you take far too poetic

a notion of the situation.

- Poetry aside, I would appreciate

one of you come with me.

- I can do it. - Oh. I-I�ll go. I�ll go.

Fires of love and all of that aside,

the proximity to Mr. Marshall�s home oughtn�t be ignored.

- Oh!

(tense music)

- Did the fire department give any inclination

of how the fire started?

- An accident, they think.

- Funny sort of accident.

- Where was the body originally found?

- In the driver�s seat, sir. They figured the truck

broke down and he was waiting for help

when fire broke out in the engine.

- That would explain why the hood is up.

- But surely he would have fled once a truck caught fire.

- I believe the fire department�s assessment

is incorrect.

The largest concentration of burn is right here

behind the steering wheel. - Hm.

- This is where the fire started.

- So, unless our victim spontaneously combusted...

- His death was not an accident.

Uh, Henry, if you could-

(sinister music)

(theme music)

(breathing heavily)

- If I could...

Sir, is everything all right?

- I-I could have sworn I just saw...

(indistinct whispering)

- Saw what?

- Nothing. Nothing, sir.

Henry, if you could canvass the area and see if you can find

anyone that saw the truck prior to the fire breaking out.

- Of course, sir.

(eerie music)

- Five foot, seven inches.

(measure tape whirrs)

- How tall is your missing man?

(Choi): Detective Murdoch?

- I beg your pardon? - Ethan Marshall.

Did the missing persons report say how tall he is?

- Yes. Six foot, one inch tall.

- Then he�s definitely not your victim.

And lucky for Mr. Marshall, this poor fellow was tortured.

- You�re saying he was alive when the fire started?

- Uh, well, no. There�s no evidence

of smoke inhalation inside of his mouth.

- So the fire was an attempt to hide a murder.

- I believe so,

and these slashes around his brow bone

suggest severe facial trauma.

- I suppose the burns are too severe to hope for finger marks?

- Uh, not necessarily, but it will take some time.

His fingers are burnt too bad for me to use my usual method.

- Surely there�s another avenue

by which to identify the poor man.

- We could try tracing the truck�s serial number.

- Good thinking. You two head back to the scene

and collect it. - Sir, with your permission,

I�ll let Detective Watts handle that.

- Is everything all right, Detective?

- Yes. Of course. Why wouldn�t it be?

- You do seem somewhat distracted.

- Not at all.

I simply have a missing person I need to find.

(tense music)

I�d like to speak with nurse Emily Schaunard.

I believe she�s on shift today.

- And I believe I�d like to know who I�m speaking with

before I divulge information about my staff.

- Ah, yes. Apologies.

Detective Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

- William Murdoch?

- Yes.

Do we know one another?

- No. No, no, no. Um, well, it�s just

I�m very happy to finally put a face to the name.

Anna Smith, head nurse here on duty.

- Hm. It�s a pleasure.

But I�m afraid I don�t understand...

- I probably shouldn�t tell you this, but

we have a patient here who believes himself to be you.

- Oh. - It�s nothing to concern

yourself with. Delusions are very common

in a place like this.

We have a woman who believes herself to be Cleopatra.

- I see.

- It was Nurse Schaunard you wanted to see?

- Yes, please. - Hm.

I�ll show you to her.

I don�t know what to tell you, Detective.

I haven�t seen Ethan since he broke things off with me.

- And this was five weeks ago, outside of his rooming house?

- That�s right.

- Uh, did he happen to give you a reason

why he was breaking things off?

- He told me he was going back to school.

Said I should let him focus on his studies.

- It sounds as though you didn�t believe him.

- Of course I didn�t believe him.

He said he was going to study physics.

- Is that something that would have been

out of character for him?

(scoffs) - Ethan knew as much about

science as I know about philosophy.

- Right. Uh, did he tell you

where he was planning to attend school?

- I didn�t stay around long enough to ask.

- Uh, please.

Is there anyone else who might be able

to tell me where he�s gone?

- You could try speaking with somebody from

the Corbett Company. Ethan works there as a driver.

That is unless he�s quit his job, too.

- Detective, no one I talked to saw the fire break out

or anything else unusual.

- How many people did you talk to?

5-5-4-3-2... - A dozen, at least.

- And no one saw anything?

- It�s all warehouses around here.

After dark, it�s like a ghost town.

- Making it a convenient place to torch a truck.

What�s this?

(mysterious music)

- A strange thing to find in the back of a truck.

Maybe it belonged to the owner?

- Or the victim.

(horns honking)

- Excuse me!

(ominous music)

- Murdoch. What�re you up to?

Skiving off early?

- N-No. No, sir. I-I was...

- What is it?

- I could have sworn I-I just saw...

- Saw what? What did you see?

- Sir, this is going to sound mad,

but I... I just saw James Gillies.

(laughing) - You�re right.

It does sound mad. Now, come on. Let�s get back to work.

- I was prepared to explain it away the first time.

- The first time? How many times it happen?

- Twice since this morning.

- Look, Murdoch, I know better than most

how much that man terrorized you and Julia.

But Gillies is dead.

- I know, sir. I know.

- Well, then, your eyes

are obviously playing tricks on you.

- Sirs, there�s a Mr. Corbett waiting to see you, sir.

He says he doesn�t have all day.

- Right. Thank you, Henry.

- Look, Murdoch, whoever you saw,

it wasn�t James Gillies. It couldn�t have been.

- You�re right.

(ominous music)

- The truck was built six months ago.

I�m waiting to hear back from the automobile dealer

as to who it was sold to. - And the burnt body?

- We haven�t yet been able to identify him.

- Hm. - There�s something at

booking desk should help with that.

- What is it? - Miss Hart just dropped off

a set of fingermarks.

- I�ll have Constable Higgins look for a match

in the central database.

- Ah. Tea?

- Do you have anything a tad stronger?

- I�m afraid not.

Is anything wrong?

- I don�t know yet.

- I don�t know why you brought me down here.

I told your colleagues at Station House One all I know.

- You�ve spoken to the police

about Mr. Marshall�s disappearance?

- I suppose that means I�m not seeing my truck again.

- Mr. Marshall is in possession of one of your vehicles?

- Borrowed one five weeks ago and never returned it.

- What did this truck look like?

- It was one of my delivery fleet.

A Model T with a wood deck.

- I believe I know its location.

Um, did Mr. Marshall indicate

what he intended to do with the truck?

- Told me he was going to have an adventure

with an old friend he hadn�t seen in a decade.

- Did he happen to give you a name?

- No. All he said was...

they were going to have so much fun.

(Gilles): Welcome to The Murdoch Trap, Detective.

We are going to have so much fun.

- Did he use those exact words?

- I believe so. Why?

(eerie music)

- Excuse me a moment.

- You have something?

- Our John Doe is Blaine Carpenter.

He�s got quite a record. - What sort of charges?

- Public nuisance, mostly.

He spent some time in an asylum after claiming to hear voices.

- Any next of kin? I�d like to confirm the rosary was his.

- Uh, his father works at a shoeshine stand

near the train station. - Perhaps you could

speak with him?

(Watts clears throat)

I�ve just learned the owner of the truck is a Mr. Oren-

- Oren Corbett.

- Yes. How did you know?

- Mr. Corbett is in my office.

Apparently, Ethan Marshall stole one of his Model T trucks.

- Given what we know about the body in the truck,

that means Marshall is likely a killer.

- But there�s more.

- This just arrived for you, sir.

Delivery boy was told you should open this immediately.

- Oh! Present for Susannah?

(eerie music)

- Something far more sinister.

(male voice): I�m not done with you yet.

I�m not done with you yet.

- Bloody hell. That�s James Gillies� voice.

- It sounds like James Gillies, but I don�t believe it is.

- Then whose voice is it?

- Ethan Marshall.

He�s been masquerading as James Gillies.

- Isn�t Marshall the man that you think

killed your burn victim? - He is.

- Why would he draw attention to himself this way?

- My attention is precisely what he�s after.

He may have even committed

the murder in order to obtain it.

- How can you be so sure that Marshall�s behind all this?

- He�s been leaving me clues. - Such as?

- Uh, he left the woman that he had been seeing.

He told her he was going off to study physics,

a subject he�d previously shown absolutely no interest in.

- Physics being the subject that Gillies was studying

when you first met him. - Precisely.

And when Marshall borrowed the truck, he said,

"We are going to have so much fun."

The exact phrase that Gillies used

to taunt me when I was locked in the cage.

- You and this Gillies certainly have been through a lot.

- Well, you don�t know the half of it.

Apart from the hair,

Marshall doesn�t look a bit like Gillies.

How did he manage to transform himself?

- Gillies was a master of disguises.

Perhaps this man is using some of his old tricks.

- This is crackers. - I still don�t understand why

Marshall would go to such lengths.

- Perhaps he�s a friend of Gillies, or a, a relative?

- See what you can find out, Murdoch.

- Sir. - But be careful!

(birds cawing)

(eerie music)

(muttering): ...for returning what was lost.

As your son was raised, Lord Jesus.

(knocking at door)

Come in.

- Mrs. Constantina Gillies?

I�m- - I know who you are.

You took my son from me.

- I don�t wish to disturb you.

I just need a moment of your time.

- Oh, you want to do it again, do you?

Well, you won�t find what you�re looking for here.

- What do you mean, "Do it again"?

Have you been working with Ethan Marshall?

- Never heard of him.

Now leave my home.

- Not until I get the truth.

What is it you�re after? Revenge?

(chuckling)

- Oh, Detective.

I don�t need revenge.

I have experienced something better.

- What�s that?

- The miracle of resurrection.

- Mrs. Gillies,

your son has not been raised from the dead.

- What makes you so sure?

- Science.

Resurrection is an impossibility.

- And that�s why they call it...

a miracle.

- You�re telling me that you�ve actually seen your son?

- James came home just the other day.

Oh, I thought my heart would burst open at the sight of him.

- And you have no doubt that it was actually him?

- None at all.

- Why has he come back, then? What does he want?

- To see his mother, of course.

That and a fresh set of clothes.

- You�ve kept all of his things all this time?

- What kind of mother would I be if I hadn�t?

- Show me.

- Even as a boy,

my James was a genius.

- He was a murderer.

- He won every science fair,

top of his class at the university,

until you ruined his life.

- Did the man pretending to be James

say anything that would help me find him?

- No.

And I wouldn�t tell you if he had.

- Mrs. Gillies, I am investigating a murder.

If you are withholding any-

(soft mysterious music)

This is from two weeks ago.

- James brought that with him.

Said if you believed in killer coyotes,

maybe you�d believe in him, too.

- He knew I�d come.

- You�d better not try hanging my boy a second time,

do you hear me?

- Ah!

- You�ve spoken with Blaine Carpenter�s father.

- How do you know that? - Shoes have been shined.

- I had to work my way up to breaking the news to him.

Plus my shoes were looking a bit worse for wear.

- What did Mr. Carpenter have to say?

- He wasn�t aware of any connection

between Blaine and Ethan Marshall.

- And the rosary?

- Uh. Not Blaine�s.

- Then it must belong to Marshall.

- Wrong. I tracked them to the church it was made.

- Of your own volition?

- St. Basil�s is close to my favourite lunch spot.

- Archer�s. - No, The Castor House.

- Oh, is that the one with the painting of doves

above the fireplace? - That�s the one.

- Oh! Their beef wellington is absolutely decadent.

- Oh, the boysenberry pie. - Mmm.

- I�m more of a peach cobbler man.

- Mmm...

- What were we talking about?

- The rosary. - Right.

Uh, you see that medal at the centre?

- Saint Ignatius of Loyola.

- Ah, the patron saint of wounded soldiers.

- Yeah, the priest recognized it as belonging

to a British Army veteran named, uh, Harper Voortman.

- This Voortman is a parishioner at St. Basil�s?

- Apparently he used to be in church

every Sunday like clockwork. - Used to be?

- No one has seen him in six weeks.

- Are you saying- - Marshall may have killed

more than once. Is there an address

for this Mr. Voortman? - Yes. 923 Oak Street.

All right.

(eerie music)

(loud bang)

- Hello?

Toronto Constabulary. Who�s there?

Who�s there?

(man): Isn�t that the question?

- Show yourself.

(man): I don�t think so, Murdoch.

You�ll have to come find me.

(knocking)

- Harper Voortman?

- Who�s asking?

- I�m Detective Llewellyn Watts.

- I-I-I can�t... I can�t speak right now.

- Oh, no, there�s nothing to be afraid of.

I just have a few questions.

- No, I-I won�t go back there. I can�t!

- I don�t understand. Back where?

- The place where they did this!

(ominous music)

- Just what is your aim, Mr. Marshall?

(man): Why do you call me Marshall?

- Because that�s who you are.

- Are you sure of that?

- Let me see your face.

(sinister music)

Who did this to you?

- I...

- Hello, Detective.

So nice to see you again.

- Uh, sorry about before. I, uh...

I thought you were trying to take me back to the asylum.

- No. No, no.

I�m here to return this.

I found it in a truck stolen by a Mr. Ethan Marshall.

You know how it could�ve gotten there?

- Mm, it must�ve fallen out of my jacket when I jumped.

- What were the circumstances of you being in the truck

with Marshall?

- I-I don�t know any Marshall.

I don�t remember how I got in the truck. I just...

The last thing I remember was being strapped

to a table at the asylum.

- Let�s start at the beginning.

Why were you sent to this asylum?

- Well, I got tossed in the drunk tank

one too many times.

Judge said I needed treatment.

- You suffer from addiction.

- I suffer from the things I saw fighting for the Empire.

When prayer doesn�t allay that suffering,

the booze helps me forget.

- And the surgery was done as some form of treatment?

- It was to stop me from drinking.

The surgery was no treatment. It was torture.

- Was this the person who hurt you?

- No.

- You�re certain? - Positive.

It was a woman.

And before you ask, no, I didn�t see her face.

She was wearing a mask.

- It arrived at the station house by courier

first thing this morning.

- Murdoch�s set sail for England?

- He thinks his family�s in danger.

If you believe, indeed,

it was Murdoch that wrote the note.

- Well, this is his handwriting. There�s no doubt about that.

- But don�t you think it�s out of character

for him to leave in the midst of a case?

- You don�t know Murdoch like I know him.

The man would stop at nothing to protect his family.

- Very well.

(ominous music)

(door opens and closes)

- It really is quite a remarkable resemblance,

isn�t it, Detective Murdoch?

- How did you do it?

And why would you let him, Mr. Marshall?

You are Ethan Marshall, are you not?

- I... I am.

- Do you have any idea who James Gillies was?

Or what he did to my family?

- And the horror of it still haunts you, doesn�t it?

So much so that you followed my little FrankenGillies

into the trap I set.

(chuckling)

- I don�t know what you�re after this time, Fellows,

but you won�t get away with this.

- Why? �Cause I was once a lowly hotel detective?

- Because these schemes of yours never work.

Each time you try to outwit me-

- People come and rescue you. Oh. That won�t happen this time.

You ensured that when you wrote to your colleagues

explaining your extended absence.

- One note isn�t going to prevent people

from growing suspicious.

- Well,

I�ll just have to make sure

they hear from you again, won�t I?

(footsteps approaching)

- It is time to begin.

- Begin what?

- Oh, you�ll just have to wait and see.

- So both Voortman and Carpenter were institutionalized.

- And Miss Hart believes the slashes on Carpenter�s brow

could have been from a surgical procedure.

- But, if the surgeon is a woman,

how does Marshall fit into this?

Is he connected to the asylum in some way?

- Not that I know of.

Although...

- Although what?

- Detective Murdoch mentioned

Marshall was seeing a young nurse.

Yes! Yes, that�s it. Emily Schaunard works as a nurse

at the Walsh Asylum.

But according to the detective�s notes,

Marshall ended things with her just before he disappeared.

- Could be a ruse. - Could be a ruse.

- Oh!

- What�s the point of this? - A reference.

Uh, like those photographs you take

of the men you incarcerate.

- I�m not the criminal here, Mr. Fellows.

- Are you certain of that?

- As certain as I am that you�ll be behind bars

by the end of the day. (woman): Be still.

I need to examine you.

- Just what are you planning?

- Oh, don�t worry your pretty little head about that.

- His jawline is not as strong as you suggested.

- His jaw is fine!

- Fine, yes. But I was expecting chiseled.

This is... average, at best.

- Average?!

- I need to change my whole plan now, hm?

- Get your hands off of me!

- As you wish. For the moment.

I will admit...

his facial proportions are quite good.

- Quite good? Are you serious?

The man is an Adonis, a god to women,

the envy of every man!

Not for very much longer.

- What�s that supposed to mean?

Are you planning to turn me into another one

of your James Gillies?

(laughing) - Of course not.

I would never do anything so pedestrian

as to repeat myself.

- Let me out of here!

- Murdoch�s in trouble.

- What�s convinced you of that since this morning?

- I received this telegram from Dr. Ogden.

She didn�t know a thing about this supposed trip to London.

So, I took another look at this.

- What is it you saw that you didn�t see before?

- Ink splotches.

Murdoch�s handwriting is usually neat as a pin. But here-

- It�s as though his pen was malfunctioning.

- I think he�s done it on purpose.

Look at each letter beneath the splotches.

H-E-L...

- He�s asking for help. But where?! And how?

- I�ve no idea. But what we need... Oh no.

- What?

- I bet he�s using a code.

- I beg your pardon?

- I know this is a lot to take in, Nurse Smith.

- A lot to take in?

You have just informed me that one of my staff members,

which I am responsible for,

has been operating on patients� faces for sport.

Now... (sighs)

...which patients have been disfigured?

I�d like to find their files.

- Major Harper Voortman and Blaine Carpenter.

- Carpenter.

No, I was told that he was discharged.

Major Voortman, as well, several weeks ago.

- That was likely a cover story to hide Miss Schaunard�s crimes.

- How has this happened, Detective?

Emily is a nurse. She�s not trained for such things.

- Be that as it may... - This is outrageous.

Absolutely outrageous.

(exhales)

I will go fetch her. - I�ll come with you.

- It�s best you don�t, Detective.

Nurse Schaunard is in the women�s ward today.

A male presence would be very upsetting to our patients.

- Right. But she could be very dangerous.

- Don�t worry, Detective.

Our orderlies are more than equipped to handle any trouble.

(soft tense music)

- If there�s a secret message there,

Murdoch hasn�t used any code I�ve ever seen.

- We must be missing something.

- How can you be sure of that?

- Well, it�s no good asking us for our help

if he�s not trying to tell us how to help him!

(Choi sighs)

How many letters in the alphabet did we shift by?

- A through H, so... Seven.

- Try nine. - Why?

- Look at the four on the address.

- It looks like a nine.

- Let�s try shifting the letters in Murdoch�s note by nine.

- Hm.

(intriguing music)

- Still gibberish.

- Sometimes a smudge is just a smudge, I suppose.

I�ll dispatch some constables

and retrace Detective Murdoch�s steps.

He was planning on tracking down-

- Bloody hell. Look.

- R-A-L-P-H? Ralph.

- As in Ralph Fellows?

- The man who killed Murdoch�s neighbour?

- And amongst other things.

But he can�t be involved in this.

He�s locked up in a loony bin. - Not the Walsh Asylum.

- Yes. Why? - Detective Watts believes

that a nurse working there is involved with the murder

he�s investigating.

- This must all be connected.

And, Albert, I�m going to find out how.

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

(phone continues ringing)

- What the...?

(sinister music)

- Alone at last, Detective Murdoch.

Would you care to have a chit-chat?

- I have nothing to say to you.

- I have nothing to say to you.

Say to you. Nothing.

Well?

I�m sure you�re itching to find out what your fate is.

You just have to ask.

- Actually, I�m more curious in finding out

why it is that you remain fixated on me.

- Fixated.

- Fixated. Do you deny it?

- Do you deny it? Do y... you deny it?

- Mr. Fellows. - Mr. Fellows.

- All right.

Why do you keep repeating everything I say?

- Why do you keep repeating ev-

I�m sorry. Can you repeat the question?

- No, I can�t re...

What are you after, Fellows?

- What are you after, Fellows?

- So, this is Mr. Fellows� room, but I should warn you,

he�s been confused lately.

- Confused how?

- Well, the doctor hasn�t diagnosed him officially, but-

- It�s Ralph Fellows. What�s there to diagnose?

The man is as nutty as a fruitcake.

Now, please, open the door.

(gasps)

Fellows. What�re you reading?

Who gave you Murdoch�s book?

- Patients are permitted reading material.

- Not this patient and not this particular book.

Now what�ve you�ve done with Murdoch?

(man): I am William Murdoch.

- Of course you are. And I�m General Custer.

- What are you doing? - I�m taking the bandages off.

- You can�t do that. - Yes, I can.

- Oh!

Mr. Arbuckle? - Please don�t hurt me again.

- Oh. Oh...

- What the hell�s going on?

Where�s the real Ralph Fellows?

- Remind me, Detective: Are you right-handed or left?

(door closes) - Nurse Smith.

- It�s Schmidt.

(muttering in German)

- I beg your pardon? - I am no nurse.

And, uh, we have a problem.

- What? - The police are here.

We have to leave. - No, no. We have to finish.

- But- - But nothing!

Prepare to operate!

- As you wish.

- This is over.

Give yourself up and you may avoid the noose.

- Well, I�m certain I will.

But I�m not going to surrender.

- History has shown how this is going to end.

You are going to lose.

- Moments away from facing the knife,

and you still belittle me instead of begging for freedom.

The hubris!

You are a fool, Murdoch!

- Dr. Schmidt is ready to begin.

- And you!

The police would not be onto us

if you hadn�t left the body where they could find it!

(Marshall): The truck had broken down.

- And? - I-I couldn�t very well

carry the body to the dump site.

I-I did what I thought was best.

- If we do not get to finish this procedure,

that little nurse friend of yours will be dead.

D-E-A-D. Do you understand?

- Stop wasting time with arguing.

If we begin now,

we have half a chance of finishing.

- That�s the spirit!

When the police find us,

I will have the face of the man

that they are so desperate to save.

- That�s what you�re going to do?

You�re going to take my face off!?

And wear it as your own?!

- Finally the great detective understands.

But that�s just half of the fun.

I�m enjoying living the life I deserved,

with my keen intellect

and my handsome visage to the envy of all.

You will still be here.

- You�re never going to fool anyone, Fellows.

The constabulary are on their way,

and when they get here-

- They�ll find you in this asylum... with my face.

And who is going to believe anything that famed criminal

madman Ralph Fellows says?

(laughing)

- This won�t work.

A surgery like this will kill us both.

You must know that, Dr. Schmidt.

- The test case worked with flying colours.

There is no reason to believe the full swap

won�t be equally successful.

(soft unsettling music)

(whispering): If we work together, we can-

- We need some music!

FrankenGillies!

(snaps fingers) - Mr. Marshall, please.

- I�m sorry.

- Please!

- Watts, what exactly am I looking at?

- I believe it�s a surgical plan of sorts.

I found it hidden on Nurse Smith�s desk.

- You�re saying that she was working with Fellows

to create a... a James Gillies lookalike?

- Yes. And that lookalike may be your former beau.

- So Ethan isn�t missing?

- He�s been surgically altered.

- Using the features of our patients?

- I know it sounds strange.

- Well, that�s the understatement of the year,

that is, Watts. - I don�t understand

why Ethan would agree to something like this.

- There will be time to figure that out later.

Right now, we have to find Smith.

- We have to find Murdoch. - If Smith is working

with Ralph Fellows, they�re likely together.

- Surely they�re not planning to operate on him.

- We can�t rule it out.

- Bloody hell.

Is there an operating theatre in this place?

- Uh, one. But Dr. Chan has it booked all day.

I can�t think of where else they-

- What is it?

- It could be in the old morgue.

It hasn�t been used for years, but-

- Well, where is it?

- That way. In the basement.

("Hallelujah Chorus" by Haendel Messiah playing)

(Fellows humming)

- A very small cut here. And here.

And here. And here.

- You�re meant to be a caregiver.

Why would you agree to help Ralph Fellows

with this plan?

- For such a renowned detective,

you make many assumptions, don�t you?

- So the plan to swap faces was yours? Why?

- Do not misunderstand.

Ralph of course wanted to best you.

It�s all he ever talks about.

- Because, for some reason, he�s obsessed with me!

- Obsessed! Please!

Don�t exaggerate, Dr. Schmidt.

I talked about other things.

- But I was always interested

in augmenting facial features.

But simple procedures such as rhinoplasty

no longer held my interest.

I wanted something more.

- She is a visionary, Murdoch.

(whispers): I spoke with Emily.

She would never want you to be involved in this.

- Emily, you�ve...

So she�s safe?

- Untie me and we can be sure of it.

- How?

- By overpowering them and escaping.

I can do the other one. Untie my feet.

- What are you two whispering about?

- Oh, um, nothing.

- Good, because we�re about to get started.

And as your second greatest foe,

James Gillies, would say,

this is going to be so much fun.

- I couldn�t agree more.

(gasping)

Run, Mr. Marshall!

(tense music)

- Schaunard better not be leading us on

a wild goose chase. - Her shock seemed sincere.

- Bloody hell. That�s uncanny!

I don�t think so, sunshine. You�re under arrest.

- No, I did-I didn�t do any of this by choice.

- �Course you didn�t. - I swear.

They said they would kill Emily

if I didn�t do what they told me to.

- Is Detective Murdoch in the morgue?

- Yes. They�re about to operate.

- Have to go.

- Don�t go anywhere.

(grunting)

- You think you�re so clever. Bring the sedative. Now!

Not too much. I want him to be awake and aware

of the fate that�s about to befall him.

(clattering)

(gasps)

- I�m sorry, Ralph, but I won�t go to prison for you.

- Coward! I have to do everything myself!

Get back! Get back.

- Drop the knife, Fellows.

Whoa! (crashing)

- Where is he?

(Murdoch): Looking for me?

(grunting)

- �Til me meet again, Detective.

- I�ll go after him. Find Dr. Schmidt.

- I�ll go after Schmidt!

(panting)

(door rattling)

- It�s over. There�s nowhere to go.

- You don�t have me beat.

- Put that down.

- Not until it does what it�s supposed to.

(grunting)

- Shouldn�t leave things like this lying around.

(grunting)

(tool clattering)

(groans)

- This isn�t over. - Oh, it very much is.

- So was he really planning to take your face?

- And replace it with his own.

- Sounds like one of Crabtree�s pulp novels.

- What about the hair?

- They didn�t say.

- Even if he had managed to swap the hair,

Fellows would never have fooled anyone.

- Well, I�m not so sure about that.

- You can�t be serious.

- When you shaved your moustache,

I didn�t recognize you at first.

- What�s my moustache got to do with anything?

- It was your identifying feature.

If it had appeared exactly as it was on someone else,

I might easily have mistaken that person for you.

- Bollocks. - I don�t think it�s bollocks.

And that�s just a moustache; imagine a whole face.

I bet most people wouldn�t see anything out of the ordinary

if Ralph Fellows walked in wearing the detective�s face.

- Luckily we�ll never have to find out.

Any word on, uh, Dr. Schmidt�s whereabouts?

- I�ve put out a city-wide alert. We�ll find her.

- As long as she keeps her own face.

- Detective...

I owe you an apology.

- Forgive me, but those words

coming from the mouth of James Gillies...

- Was he really as awful as I�ve heard?

I feel terrible for the... the part I played in that mess.

Will you ever be able to forgive me?

- Any debt you may have owed was repaid

the moment you freed me from those restraints.

(soft music)

(groaning)

You didn�t really believe that you�d get away with this,

did you?

- Come to gloat, have you?

- No, I-I�m genuinely curious.

Did you truly expect that you�d be able to take over

my life and no one would notice?

- I am certain of it.

- And you accuse me of being hubristic.

Mr. Fellows, a person is more than a face and a voice.

- I�m sure you thought my inferior mind would let me down.

- It�s not just the mind that makes the man, Mr. Fellows.

It�s the soul.

(mocking): It�s the soul.

(scoffs) Please.

That�s just a pretty idea to keep idiots in line.

- I shouldn�t be surprised you feel that way.

Goodbye, Mr. Fellows.

- Goodbye, Mr. Fellows.

(Fellows): I am William Murdoch.

(Murdoch�s voice): I am William Murdoch.

(tense music)

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