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Thank you, sir.

Miss Ogden? Yes. It is Miss Ogden?
Miss Ruby Ogden? Yes.

Mr Carlin, is it? Indeed. It's been
a while since we've had the pleasure
of your company in the bank.

World travels. Although I am back
for a very special occasion.

Which would be? My sister Julia's
impending nuptials.

Well, then... Splendid.

You hear that, Mr Russell? You're
not the only one getting married.

How thrilling.
Here comes the lucky lady.

I beg your pardon, Mr Carlin,
I wonder if you could check
this balance sheet?

It's giving me fits.
Of course, Miss Rose.

TWO GUNSHOTS

Not to state the obvious,
good people, but...

LOUD THUMP
Oh, dear.

Anyway...

This is a robbery.

Hmm... You there...

..in the common suit
and cautious cravat,

you must be the bank manager.

To the vault, sir.
And be quick about it.

I do have appointments.

You're doing well, sir.

But...it may help to breathe.

Robbery in progress!
Bank of Toronto!

Deal with it, Crabtree!
To the armoury, lads!

There now.
That wasn't so bad, was it?

Oh, my!

Who do we have here?

Hmm...

Yes, well...

Ladies and gentlemen,

you have been most accommodating.
And I thank you for your patience.

Good day.

He's so polite.

He went that way. Murdoch,
Crabtree, through the back.
You two, get into the alley.

Gentlemen!
The pleasure was all mine!

HE SIGHS

MURDOCH COUGHS

This constable will take
your details, ma'am. Thank you.

Any luck, Murdoch? I'm sorry, sir,
the thief had his escape
well planned. Not just any thief.

He planted a big wet smacker
on that secretary over there.

And a tender moment it was.

Miss Ogden. Ruby, my goodness!
What are you doing here?

I'm in town to help with
Julia's wedding. Hello, Detective.
Exciting times? Most assuredly.

I'm all a-twitter.

Make way! Make way, please! Paddy
Glynn. Inspector Brackenreid?
Inspector? We're busy, Glynn.

Yes. And doing a fine job
catching no-one, I see.

Tell me, did the robber kiss
any women? Yes. This Kissing Bandit
struck again all right.

Kissing Bandit, oh, perfect moniker.

Thank you. Thank you, Inspector.
What did he thank me for?

"Kissing Bandit" -
I suppose I deserved that.
Three banks in ten days.

And each time the cheeky bugger
grabs a kiss from a young lass,
then vanishes into thin air.

How's he doing it, Murdoch?
Careful planning, sir? Three
robberies, dozens of witnesses.

And not one usable description.
He was wearing a mask. Are you
trying to annoy me, Murdoch?

No, sir, I share your frustration.

What about the latest object
of the Bandit's affections?
What's she got to say?

Must you ask Annabel to re-live
the experience, Detective?

I'm afraid so, Mr Russell.
Miss Rose, please?

Well, I was asking Mr Carlin
to review last month's deposits.

They wouldn't balance for me.

Thank you, Miss Rose.

But I'm more interested in
your recollections of the moments
you were closest to the Bandit

when he kissed you and so forth.
Oh, of course!

His arm encircled me.

He didn't say a word.

I remember that his hand was warm
on my waist.

And the way that he tipped me back
was like a dance. A dance?

He's a criminal, darling,
violent and dangerous.

Thank you, Mr Russell. All I mean
to say is that he didn't hurt me.

But your reputation - taking
liberties with a woman betrothed? Of
course, you're right. It's over now.

Do you recall
any physical characteristics?

Eye colour, for example?

Truth be told, I can't really say.
I mean, my eyes were closed
for most of it.

You closed your eyes?

Sir, none of the witnesses
has given us anything to go on.

That's it? Well, perhaps
I'll just have a nap then.

Sir, I simply mean that the Bandit
has yet to make a mistake
of any kind. Any ideas?

Well, sir, if he's so scrupulous
in not leaving us any clue
as to his identity,

perhaps we can attempt
to bring the clue to him.

Will that make any more sense to me
if you say it a second time?

Sir, I simply mean there is a way
to identify this Bandit,

regardless of how many disguises
he wears. But we'll have to wait
for him to strike again.

You're going to build something,
aren't you?

Hello, Jules.

Ruby! I thought you were
in New York.

You're the only person in the world
I'd leave New York for, Jules,

even if I did have to put my latest
piece for The Times on hold.
Well, I'm honoured. You should be.

It's an expose on the gangs
of New York. They're quite bothersome
these days. I see.

Father wired me to say
that your upcoming nuptials
to Darcy Garland are in disarray.

Disarray? You haven't
your trousseau, dress, veil, gloves,
shoes, flower arrangements, music.

All right. I'm a little behind.
Behind?

You're a disaster. And before you
say no to me rushing to your rescue,
Father's paying for it, so it's done.

I'm touched,
but I still have to say no.

Say the same after you see this.

SHE LAUGHS

It's beautiful. Try it on.

For me.

All right.

GIGGLING

Oh!

You look so bridal.

COUGHING

Detective! Wasn't that
an exciting bank robbery today?

Bank robbery? Yes. At the Bank...
It was thrilling. They're calling
the thief the Kissing Bandit.

Unfortunately... He escaped.

But William almost had him,
didn't you? Well, I've... Goodness,
Ruby, are you all right? Yes, I am.

How can I help you, Detective?

I need to borrow some walnut oil.

Walnut oil?

Yes, I take it you use it
to stain tissue samples? Indeed.

Whatever do you need it for?
A project I'm working on.

LAUGHS NERVOUSLY
Here you are.

Thank you.

Miss Ogden.

Jules?

Did you ever tell Darcy about
your relationship with William?

Why, of course I did.

Well, how did he take it?

His usual maturity
and understanding.

He's sensible enough to know
that everyone has a past.

Well, I'm impressed.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
a great deal of shopping to do.
How delightful.

Sir, the Kissing Bandit
has struck again.

Struck might not be the right term.

I opened the door and there it was,
the box right there on the stoop.

And the note? "Courtesy
of the Kissing Bandit." There's
two thousand dollars in that box.

That's 200 less than the total
the Kissing Bandit took
from the three banks.

So, he keeps some for himself.
Look, every bed in the orphanage
could be replaced with this money.

New coats for the boys, books.
Mr Belford,
you can't keep the money.

But the bank's insurance
will assume responsibility, no?

That would be the case if the money
hadn't been recovered. Of course.

Mr Belford, a favour.
Please say nothing to the press
should they come calling.

The less they know the better for
our investigation. I understand.

Thank you.

Mr Carlin, I can assure you
that the Kissing Bandit case
is our top priority.

Your priorities won't repair
reputations, Inspector.

The public sees the banks as thieves
for taking the money back
from the orphanage,

even though we made donations
to the orphanage.

We recovered almost all the money.
I would have thought I'd have
heard a "well done" from you.

There is little comfort in knowing
the Kissing Bandit is on the loose,
free to strike us again at any time.

We're not sitting around comparing
bunions. We do have a plan.

Now, had Constable Crabtree been
the Kissing Bandit reaching
into the bag for the stolen money...

The Bandit's hands would be covered
in red dye. Exactly.

I call it the "dye discharger".
It's based on a new British
technology called the Little Nipper.

Essentially it's a mousetrap.

A mousetrap? The dye stains
on the Bandit's hands will last
several days before washing off.

Also, some of the dye
that is discharged will end up
on the money itself.

So even if the Kissing Bandit
gets away with his next robbery,

he can't give it away or spend it
without being caught. Mr Carlin?

Paddy Glynn, Toronto Gazette.
What's he doing here?

He's been responsible for spreading
the Bandit's fame far and wide
with his Robin Hood comparisons.

I'd just as soon as crack him one
myself, Mr Carlin. But for now,
we have to stomach him. Charming.

Mr Glynn will alert the public
to the next robbery

and ask them to report any sightings
of a dye-spattered man.

And all the bank managers have
to do is make sure a money bag with
the dye discharger gets handed over.

We'll catch him red-handed.
I like that. I like that very much.

I do hope this works.

It will, Mr Carlin.
We'll have the Kissing Bandit
under lock and key very, very soon.

And this time
you can quote me on that.

- Hello, Constable.
- Miss Ogden!

- Did you miss me?
- Yes, certainly I have.

What are these notes for?

Oh, no, it's nothing. That's um...

It's just...a story I'm writing.

Oh. What's it about?

It's just a little project
I've been fooling with.
There's a murder, some adventure.

And Queen Victoria ends up
in a bank vault towards the end.
I'm not explaining it very well.

Sounds wonderful.
I've missed you, by the way.

Gallivanting around the world,
writing for The Times?

It has been a whirlwind, yes.
They sent me everywhere -
San Francisco, Bombay, Russia.

I interviewed a revolutionary there,
Vladimir Ulyanov. Watch out for him.

- I will.
- But it all pales in comparison
to organising an wedding.

- Will you be attending?
- Indeed, I will, yes.

With someone special?

Oh, I don't...
Yes, of course, I imagine.
I mean, there are several...

I haven't confirmed anyone yet.

I see. Well, I look forward
to seeing you there.

So do I. Look forward to seeing you,
ma'am.

Attention, gentlemen.

The Kissing Bandit has robbed
the Bank of Toronto...again.

The Kissing...? Another impressive
entrance, Inspector.

And of course, you're too late.
Bollocks. Was anyone hurt?

Mr Russell's pride
may have suffered a blow.

What am I to do against
a pistol-wielding thug? Miss Rose,
the Bandit kissed you again?

- He did, yes.
- Scoundrel.

Did you hand over a money bag
containing the dye discharger? Yes.

George, notify Paddy Glynn
at the Gazette. Sir. How much money
did he make off with this time?

It was so soon after the last
robbery. There wasn't more than
$100 in the vault. He took it all.

He gives most of his plunder
to the orphanage
and sticks up the same bank twice,

knowing that there won't be
much left in the vault.

Someone has a personal gripe against
the Bank of Toronto? Personal, sir?

Yeah. Former employee
or a customer with a grudge.

But then why rob the King's
and the Dominion Banks as well?

To throw us off. We shouldn't
discount the possibility. Have the
lads re-interview the employees.

See if they can think of anyone
who might resent the bank. Yes, sir.

If you'll excuse me?

Just be quick about it.

Scotch.

You know I don't like to beat around
the bush, Detective, so I'll get
to the point. It's about my sister.

You must be happy for her. After
all this time with the two of you
being such good friends, I mean.

I am, in fact, quite happy that
Julia has found someone to love.

I can't say I'm surprised
by such a feeble response.

Have you come here to insult me?

I hadn't planned to. Then, what?

I haven't met the man.
And he may be the most handsome,

dashing and exhilarating creature.

But is it your opinion that Dr Darcy
Garland is the only man in the entire
world who can make Julia happy?

Dr Garland is a fine fellow.
He's a gentleman...

For goodness sake, William, do
you still love her? My feelings for
Julia are my concern, Miss Ogden.

Why are men so dim-witted
when it comes to love?

So I am feeble and dim-witted now?

I understand that the Kissing Bandit
returned to the bank
and kissed the same woman?

That's correct. From what I saw the
other day, Miss Rose was enthralled
by his touch, to her astonishment.

Which brings me to my point.
A woman can love a man simply
because he's a useful helper,

as is often the case. Or she can be
so captivated that her love for him
is quite beyond her control.

I have no idea what you're trying
to say to me.

What I'm saying is that Miss Rose
and even this lonely bandit

understand that when the heart
is captive,

a second choice,
no matter how useful,
can never bring true happiness.

Are you prepared to resign yourself
to such a fate?

I wasn't aware that I had resigned
myself to anything in particular.

But you have given me some insight
into this case.

I have?

I didn't intend to.

Yes. Thank you, Miss Ogden,
but I have work to do.

Oh...

Well...

Oh, Miss Rose, I wonder
if I might have a word? Oh, but
I'm on my way to lunch, Detective,

and they only give us 20 minutes.
Yes. I'll see to it Mr Carlin
doesn't complain. Very well then.

Have you been approached of late
by any men in a flirtatious manner?

Flirtatious? Yes, um...
Anonymous flowers?

A letter from a former suitor, out
of the blue, professing his love?
I can't think of such an instance.

My goodness, such questions.
I don't mean to alarm you.

But given recent events, it's
possible that the Kissing Bandit
has been captivated by you from afar

and has chosen
to make his feelings known.

No. No, I've received no unwelcome
attention. I'm engaged, after all.
Yes. Poor Rupert.

I accepted his proposal of marriage,
but that seems insufficient
to ward off his jealousy.

I suspect he loves you very much.

Indeed. He's already picked out
a house for us to live in
and raise a family.

I'll have to leave the bank, of
course, to tend to the little ones.

It's all been planned.

I've tried to calm his fears. The
Kissing Bandit means nothing to me.

What woman would risk
an assured future for such a rogue?

I can assure you that the Kissing
Bandit will be brought to justice,
Miss Rose.

And I wish you all the happiness in
your future. My thanks, Detective.

Sir? We spoke with every employee
at the Bank of Toronto.

None of them can think of anybody
with a revenge motive.

Thank you, George.

Kisses, Murdoch?

Yes, sir.

I believe the kisses column may
explain our Bandit's motivation.

Of the 2,300 dollars that he's
stolen so far, he's only kept 300.

A tidy sum, but hardly indicative
of a man bent on enriching himself.

We know that. He's a bloody
humanitarian, or so he thinks. He
may have started out that way, sir.

But something changed
when he encountered Annabel Rose.

That's all just for show. A little
flair for the dramatic gesture.

I don't think so, sir. I believe
he went back to the Bank of Toronto
a second time

to see Miss Rose.
I think he's in love.

Sirs, the dye discharger
just caught somebody.

Finally, something I can understand.

Not quite, sir.

My wife found it on our front porch
just before noon. There was a note.
May I?

How did the Bandit get around
the dye discharger?

"Dear Mr Carlin, many heartfelt
apologies for the inconvenience."

The Bandit took the money
without setting off the mousetrap,

put the trap in the box
and delivered it to you.

Then you open it
and get splattered with ink.

Why would he do that? I think
the Bandit's actions were intended
as a mocking gesture to all of us.

I'm all too aware of that,
Detective. Now do something
about it, for God's sake!

I've been made a laughing stock.

Not much of a challenge there.

Murdoch, if you're convinced that
the Bandit will keep returning
to the Bank of Toronto,

we'll post a constable.
But, sir, that may deter him.

We need to catch the Bandit in
the act. I believe I have an idea.

Scrutiny camera?

Yes, sir. With proper placement,
I think we can catch the Kissing
Bandit when he least expects it.

Sir, Annabel Rose and Rupert Russell
are asking to see you.

The Kissing Bandit has requested
the pleasure of Annabel's company
this evening at eight o'clock.

"The Crescent Hotel, Room 304."
The man has no morals whatsoever.

And here is my poor darling Annabel,
horror-struck and sickened
by his brazen attentions.

Miss Rose, how did you come by
this invitation?

I found it on my desk at work.

Who knows what harm he has planned
for Annabel? Yes, who knows?

Mr Russell, I suspect that if the
Bandit intended to harm Miss Rose,
he would've done so by now.

You're suggesting she rendezvous
with this criminal? I forbid it.

Mr Russell... Inspector?
I share your deep concern
for Annabel's safety.

Finally, a rational voice.
You'll put a stop to this? I will.

The safety of your fiancee demands
it. Well, that's settled then.
There will be no rendezvous.

Yet if you and I fail to do
everything in our power to apprehend
this Godless miscreant,

there will be more victims.
Heed this well.

The consequence will rest
with you and I, Mr Russell.

I cannot abide that.

Can you?

No, Inspector.
I will allow the rendezvous.

Forgive me, Annabel.

All right.

Working on a scheme to catch
the cheeky little bugger, are we?

Yes, sir. This is a floor plan
of the Crescent Hotel

where our men will be positioned,
etcetera. Good.

So, what did Miss Ruby Ogden
want with you?

She was giving me suggestions
for wedding gifts. Really?

It's just that I saw her moving
around here and I thought,
"Hmm... Something's afoot." Oh?

The sister of the woman you've been
dancing with for years comes calling
just days before the wedding,

all worked up into a lather.
Tablecloths and soup spoons, was it?

Given Julia's impending nuptials,
Miss Ogden was unduly concerned
for my happiness.

Happiness? Well, not much
of a discussion then, was it? No.

You were as straight as a die.

As normal. No regrets,
by my reckoning. No, sir.

Head down, onwards and upwards,
studying floor plans.

After all, there's nothing to be
done about all that, is there?
No, sir.

Nothing to be done.

Fine.

So what's the plan?

The Kissing Bandit is to meet
Miss Rose

in Room 304,
just shortly after eight o'clock.

'There's only one entrance
to the hotel.

'We'll have Constables Higgins
and Crabtree stationed
outside the entrance

'in case the Kissing Bandit
gets past us somehow
and attempts to escape.

'Annabel Rose will arrive by cab
at the arranged time.

'And in the meanwhile,
you and I will be lying in wait
in Room 302, next to Room 304,

'where the rendezvous will occur.'

COUGHS LOUDLY

That's the signal. That's her.

STIFLED SCREAM
Ssh!

(It's all right.
Come with me.)

Yes?

Now we wait for the Bandit.

Sometimes this job is just too easy.

It's beautiful.

I apologise for the subterfuge, but
I knew the police would be lurking.

My fiance insisted that I tell them.

That was expected. Don't feel badly.

- We're here now.
- Yes.

But I don't understand.

You bewitched me. When I first saw
you, I knew you were the one.

The only one.

But I'm betrothed.

Your lips say otherwise
when we kiss.

- Do you trust me?
- Yes.

Then close your eyes.

And keep them closed.

I can't hear a thing,
not even her footsteps.

It's as if...no-one's there.

Miss Rose!

That's them.

They will find out soon enough.
I must go.

- Will I ever see you again?
- That depends.

Are you still intent
on marrying your fiance?

Well?

What's happening, Murdoch? I...

KNOCKS ON WINDOW

Higgins!

Ah! Gentlemen.

Bollocks.

Well, he apologised sincerely for
his subterfuge, but he had guessed
the constabulary would be waiting.

Was there anything about him
that might help us?
A physical description?

Well, he's... He has very soft lips.

That's all very well, but did he say
anything that might be a clue
to his identity?

No.

Well, what did he say?

He asked me if I was wholly committed
to Rupert. What did you say?
I gave him my answer.

Annabel, my dear, you are unharmed.

You are unharmed, aren't you?
Yes, Rupert.

Did the scoundrel touch you? He
only wanted a moment alone with me.

I'm afraid that quite inadvertently
I've captured his heart.

Annabel, come with me. We'll travel
to my mother's home in Beamsville

where we will be safe
from this monster. No! What?

I'm not in danger.

And I'll not go with you.

You may hunt the Kissing Bandit
down in your free time, if you wish,

and give him a good tongue-lashing
when you see him, but...

I'm staying in the city.

SIGHS DEEPLY

Rupert is a steadfast fellow.

Mother will be ever so disappointed.

'It's so good to finally make
your acquaintance, Darcy.

'Julia has spoken so highly of you.
And now I can see that she's right.'

She's a lucky woman.
I'm a lucky man, Ruby.

I'm enjoying my position at the
Victoria Hospital for Sick Children

and I'm about to have your sister's
hand in marriage. I'm content.

Thank you, Eleanor. Content?
And would you be content to settle
in Toronto for the long term?

If Julia wishes it. Really? Well,
if she's happy, then I'm happy.

How selfless of you.

And what do you mean?
Are you sure that you're fine

if Julia were to remain working
so closely with Detective Murdoch?

Of course. Why wouldn't I be fine
with that? Well, given their
past romantic relationship.

Their what?

Oh, I... I thought you knew.

Well, um...

Water under the bridge.

Well, the hour's getting late.

It was a pleasure meeting you,
Miss Ogden. Good night.

Ah, sir. Morning, Murdoch.

Good morning. Mr Belford
has received the money from
the latest Bank of Toronto robbery.

How much are we taking back from
the downtrodden this time? $100.

Was Mr Goody-Two-Shoes in on these
robberies? I'm having Mr Belford
brought in for questioning.

Sir, I also installed a hidden
scrutiny camera at the orphanage.

In case the Kissing Bandit returned
without his disguise.
Good work, Murdoch.

Thank you, sir.

There you are.

Did you sleep well? No. You?

Too much on my mind.

Um...Jules, have you spoken
with Darcy this morning?

Yes, on the telephone. Why?

I'm just curious if he spoke of me,
voiced his opinion of our
conversation last night and so on?

I believe he said you have
a wild streak.

But we know that, don't we?
And that's all?

Yes.

Good. I'd hate to have made
a poor first impression on him.

Darcy seems a very understanding man.
Has Father taken to him?

I'm sure he's just relieved
to finally see me married off.
To whom is just a detail.

I doubt if he would be as relieved
were it to a policeman,

regardless of William's
many accomplishments.

That's not an issue now, is it?
Indeed. If you had truly loved
William, you would've married him.

Ruby! How mean of you! You know
I can't give William the life
he wants, children, a family.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I've made my choice.
I chose to move on. I chose
to make my life without William

so that he could have the life that
he deserves. I can't go back now.

Too much has happened.
And I love Darcy.

But not like you love William.

I'm marrying Darcy. That should
be answer enough. I'll not speak
of this again, Ruby.

Me? In cahoots with the Kissing
Bandit? To what end? The money
is always returned to the bank.

That's beside the point, Mr Belford.

The orphanage has received
financial aid from the public
as a result of the robberies,

not to mention donations
from the banks themselves.

Yes, but simply stating a well-known
fact is no proof of conspiracy.

KNOCK AT DOOR
What is it, Constable?

Sir, I developed the photographs
from the scrutiny camera outside
the orphanage.

I thought you'd want to see
this one right away.

Paddy Glynn!

So I'm arrested for giving to
charity? I don't think you'll like
those headlines, Inspector.

Now we know why the dye discharger
didn't work -
YOU had prior knowledge.

You're the Kissing Bandit.
And you're grasping at straws.
Don't be a smart arse, Glynn!

You played us for fools.
I don't appreciate that. Inspector,
the fact of the matter is,

I give to that orphanage because
it's the only home I ever knew.

That's a matter of public record.
Yes, the public record.

But crime reporters like you
help create the public record.

So I became the Kissing Bandit
to create a story? That's ludicrous.

William Randolph Hearst helped
create a war in Cuba to sell
newspapers. Ludicrous, but true.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Can't it wait?

I'm sorry, sir.
It's the Bank of Toronto.

The Kissing Bandit has struck again.

Mr Carlin?

It was the Kissing Bandit,

but he didn't want money this time.

Good Lord, it's Miss Rose!

I'm told he walked
straight to Annabel.
He never even announced a robbery.

He bent her back as if to kiss her.
And then...

You didn't witness the shooting?
No, I had an appointment
with our accountants.

I can't believe this happened.

Thank you, Mr Carlin.
That's all for now.

George, what have you?

Several witnesses heard the Kissing
Bandit say, "You betrayed me,"
to Miss Rose just before the shot.

Was he talking about her
tipping us off to the hotel?

I don't think so, sir. Miss Rose
indicated that the Bandit wasn't
angry with her. Where is she?

Oh, my God! Annabel!
Mr Russell, Mr Russell!
Please, let me go to her.

I'm sorry, but we must preserve
the scene. I have to ask you
where you were 15 minutes ago.

Having my lunch! Now, please!

Mr Russell, please. George?
Sir, a moment, please.

It went straight through her heart.

The barrel was perpendicular
to the body.

The powder burns suggest
that the gun was pressed right up
against her chest.

The killer left no room for error.
Cold-blooded murder. No question.

Are you any closer to working out
why he did it? Perhaps.

The Bandit was overheard saying,
"You betrayed me."
Betrayed him, how?

That remains to be seen.

Murder seems quite out of character
for the Kissing Bandit. Hmm.

And you're sure it wasn't Paddy
Glynn? He was in custody at the time
of Annabel's murder. I know.

But that doesn't necessarily mean he
isn't the Kissing Bandit, does it?

There are two Kissing Bandits?
Everything pointed to Paddy Glynn.

But he was with us when Miss Rose
was murdered by someone
impersonating the Kissing Bandit.

The disguise made that easy. So if
Paddy Glynn is the Kissing Bandit...

Who's the Killing Bandit?
Who could Annabel have betrayed?

Mr Russell...

How long were you
and Miss Rose engaged?

Three months next Tuesday.

How did you meet?
At the bank, of course.

So you saw her every day?

Every day falling more in love with
her until you worked up the courage
to ask her out socially? Yes.

So when the Kissing Bandit
took an interest in her,
a romantic interest,

and Miss Rose didn't protest,

that must've angered you very much?

And I killed her?

You were at the bank both times
the Bandit struck. You saw
what he wore, how he moved...

But I told you, I had gone to lunch
when Annabel was shot. She was
your betrothed, Mr Russell.

Sweet, innocent Annabel.

How did it feel to know that the
love of your life was slipping away?

That her passions had been aroused
by a complete stranger?

Well, how would YOU feel?

Angry. Confused.

Wondering if only I had done
or said something differently,
perhaps I wouldn't be losing her.

But you took it one step further.

But I loved her, Detective.

Maybe I didn't make
any grand sweeping gestures.

It isn't my way.

But neither is killing her.

Rupert Russell did not kill
Miss Rose. For a fact?
A strong inclination.

Bloody marvellous. What now,
Murdoch? Well, sir, if it's not
about love... It's about the money.

It's always about the money.

And that would bring us back to?

Annabel...

How?

The Kissing Bandit.

That's not possible. You seem
pretty sure of that, Patrick.

Because you are the Kissing Bandit.
And you loved Annabel Rose.

All right, yes! But for God's sake,
I didn't murder her!

The real story, Paddy,
from the beginning.

I saw what happened when I added
a little creativity to my stories
about vampires.

A little creativity(!)
The public ate it up.

So I thought of a bigger stunt.
And I wanted to create the news,
not just report it,

so I thought of a dashing figure
that the public would love.

All I wanted was the fame
as a journalist.

Until you met Annabel? Yes.

When she yielded to that first kiss,
how could I not return to her?

I'd planned to tell her the truth
that night at the hotel, but I...

I never got the chance.

And now she's gone
because of my stupid stunt.

It's... It's my fault!

You say that you gave all the money
that you stole to the orphanage?
Yes. Every penny.

You were never tempted to keep
some of it for yourself?
No. I wasn't in it for the money.

Murdoch...

Mr Carlin and the other bank
managers say all of the money went
to the orphanage, save for $200.

Someone's lying about the money,
either Belford at the orphanage...
Or the banks.

Detective?

Mr Carlin. Please, sit down.

This makes for interesting reading,
eh?

It's the bank's deposit
balance sheet from last month.

The same one Annabel Rose
queried you about. Oh?

Yes. She told me
it wouldn't balance for her.
I can certainly see why.

Someone had been skimming
from the deposits.

Miss Rose was a good worker,
Detective, but not
the best book-keeper. I see.

Well, we know that
the Kissing Bandit gave every penny
he stole to charity.

Why the discrepancy between
what the charity reported receiving

and what you reported stolen from
the bank during the first robbery?

Obviously, you're wrong.
The Bandit kept a little something
for himself.

I spoke with the bank's accountants.
You had no appointment during the
time that Annabel Rose was killed.

So where were you?

Perhaps I confused one appointment
with another in all the upset.

I'll check my appointment book.

No need. I've done that for you.

The name Farley Price
appears throughout this.

Mr Carlin, Farley Price
is known to police for taking bets
on horse racing.

And it turns out you owe him
a tidy sum of money.

But I digress.

The Kissing Bandit never wore gloves
in the initial robbery.

Yet the Killing Bandit in
this photograph can clearly be seen
wearing some.

Perhaps it was to cover
his dye-stained hands?

Annabel suggested several times
that we report the discrepancies
to the bank's head office.

I kept forestalling that
and she was losing patience.

When she told me she was going
to make that telephone call,

I was forced to beg her not to,
but she insisted.

So she betrayed you?

I am sorry. I'm sure.

KNOCK AT DOOR

I hope I'm not intruding?

Dr Garland.
Please, come in.

Detective, I don't know how to say
this other than forthrightly,

but it has come to my attention
that you and Julia have had
a romantic relationship.

Yes.

Oh.

But it was before you and Julia met.

I see.

Dr Garland,

you've won Julia's hand in marriage.
Why trouble yourself with the past?

The past is only the past
if it is dead and gone.

Is that the case
with you and Dr Ogden?

Yes. Yes, it is.

I have your assurance of that?

Dr Garland, if you ask Julia,
I believe she will confirm
that I am a man of my word.

Very well then.

Julia is an extraordinary woman.

I would fight for her in the extreme
should the need arise.

As you should.
Very well then, Detective.

I hope to see you at our wedding.

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