All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries s19e19 The Face of Evil.eng

- 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)

(theme music)

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