All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S04E12 - Kissing Bandit (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

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, Mr. Carlin.

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. Russel?

You're not the only one
getting married.

How thrilling.

Here comes the lucky lady now.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Carlin.

I wonder if you could
double-check this balance sheet?

It's giving me fits.

Of course, Miss Rose.

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

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 armory, lads!

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

Oh, my.

Who do we have here?

Mmm.

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.

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 just arrived in town
to help with Julia's wedding.

Hello, Detective.
Exciting times, yes?

Most assuredly.

I'm all atwitter.

Make way.
Make way, please.

Paddy Glynn.
Please make way.

Inspector Brackenreid.
Inspector.

We're busy, Glynn.

Ah, yes, and doing a fine job
of catching no one I see.

Uh, tell me, did the robber
kiss any women?

Yes, this kissing bandit
struck again, all right.

Kissing Bandit.
Oh, a perfect moniker.

Thank you.
Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you.

What did he thank me for?

"Kissing Bandit."
I suppose I deserve 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 Annabelle

to relive the experience,
Detective?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Russel.

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
dipped me back was like a dance.

A dance?

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

Thank you, Mr. Russel.

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 color, 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
that 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 gonna
build something, aren't you?

Hello, Jules.

Ruby!

I thought you were
in New York.

Mm, 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.

Oh, well, I'm honored.

Mm, 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.

It's beautiful.

Try it on.

For me.

All right.

Oh.

You look so bridal.

Detective.

Wasn't that an exciting
bank robbery today?

- Bank robbery?
- Yes, at the Bank of--

Oh, it was thrilling.

They're calling the thief
"The Kissing Bandit."

- Unfortunately--
- He escaped.

But William almost had him,
didn't you?

- Well, I--
- Goodness, Ruby.

Are you all right?

Yes, I am.

I--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.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Miss Ogden.

Jules, did you ever tell Darcy

about your relationship
with William?

Why, of course I did.

Oh?
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 $2,000
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 favor.

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 respectable
donations to the orphanage

in the aftermath.

We recovered
almost all the money.

I would have thought
that I'd have heard

a "well done" from you by now.

There is little comfort
in knowing the Kissing Bandit

is on the loose, sir,

free to strike us again
at any time.

We're not sitting around
comparing bunions, Mr. Carlin.

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.

Brilliant, Detective.

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

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

Ah, you must be Carlin.

Paddy Glynn, Toronto Gazette.

What is he doing here?

He's the one 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 you and the other
bank managers have to do

is make sure a money bag
with a dye discharger

gets handed over.

We'll catch him red-handed.

Oh, 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, that's--
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 murder,
some adventure.

Um, 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.

Oh, yes, I'm sure you have.

Gallivanting around the world,
writing for The Times?

It has been a whirlwind, yes.

They've sent me everywhere;
San Francisco, Bombay, Russia.

I interviewed
a revolutionary there

by the name of Vladimir Ulyanov.

Watch out for him.

Ulyanov, I'll be sure to, yes.

But it all pales in comparison
to organizing a wedding.

- You'll be attending?
- Indeed, I will, yeah.

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,
not...

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. Russel's pride
may have suffered a blow.

What am I to do
against a pistol-wielding thug?

Miss Rose, I take it
the Bandit kissed you again?

- He did, yes.
- Scoundrel.

Did you manage
to 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 of anything in the vault

the second time around.

What if it's someone
with a personal gripe

against the Bank of Toronto?

Personal, sir?

Yeah, former employee or
even a customer with a grudge.

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

To throw us off.

I suppose we shouldn't
discount the possibility.

Have the lads
reinterview the employees.

See if they can think of anyone

with a reason
to 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
right 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.

Oh, for goodness sake.
William, do you still love her?

My feelings for Julia
are my concern, Miss Ogden.

Why are men so dimwitted
when it comes to love?

So I am feeble
and dimwitted now?

I understand that the Kissing
Bandit returned to the bank

and kissed the same woman?

That's correct.

And from from what
I witnessed the other day,

Miss Rose was enthralled
by his touch,

quite 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 are trying to say to me.

What I'm saying
is that Miss Rose

and even this lowly 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, uh,
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, he says,

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
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
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.

Well, he may have
started out that way, sir,

but something changed when
he encountered Annabelle Rose.

That's all just for show,
though, isn't it?

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."

So the Bandit took the money
out of the bag

without setting off
the bloody mousetrap,

transferred the trap
into the box

and then delivered it personally
to Mr. Carlin's doorstep.

Then you open it up
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.

The scrutiny camera?

Yes, sir.

With some refinements
and proper placement,

I think we can catch the Kissing
Bandit when he least expects it.

Sir, Annabelle Rose
and Rupert Russel

are asking to see you.

The Kissing Bandit
has requested the pleasure

of Annabelle's company
this evening at 8:00.

"The Crescent Hotel,
room 304."

The man has no morals
whatsoever.

And here is
my poor, darling Annabelle,

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 Annabelle?

Yes, who knows?

Mr. Russel,
I suspect that if the Bandit

intended to harm Miss Rose,
he would have done so by now.

You're suggesting she
rendezvous with this criminal?

I forbid it.

- Mr. Russel.
- Inspector.

I share your deep concern
for Annabelle's safety.

Finally, a rational voice.

You'll put a stop to this?

I will.

The safety of your fiancée
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. Russel.

I cannot abide that.

Can you?

No, Inspector.
I will allow the rendezvous.

Forgive me, Annabelle.

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, et cetera.

Mm, 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 8:00.

There's only one entrance
to the hotel.

I'll have Constables
Higgins and Crabtree

stationed outside the entrance

in case the Kissing Bandit
gets past us somehow

and attempts to escape.

Annabelle 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.

That's the signal.
That's her.

Shh.

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 apologize
for the subterfuge,

but I knew the police
would be lurking.

My fiancé 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.

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 fiancé?

Well?

What's happening, Murdoch?

I...

Higgins!

Ah, gentlemen.

Bollocks.

Well, he apologized 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 perhaps?

Well, he--
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?

Gave him my answer.

Annabelle, 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.

Annabelle,
come with me this instant.

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.

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.

What do you mean?

Well, 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...

Water under the bridge.

Well, the hour's getting late.

It was a pleasure meeting you,
Miss Ogden.

Good night.

- Ah, sir.
- Morning, Murdoch.

- Yes, good morning.
- Thank you, Morris.

Mr. Belford and the orphanage
have just received the money

from the latest
Bank of Toronto robbery.

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

$100.

Do we think
that Mr. Goody Two-Shoes

was 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.

Well, 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.

Your 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.

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?

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-ass, Glynn.

You orchestrated these robberies
and 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.

And that, gentlemen,
is a matter of public record.

Ah, yes, the public record.

But crime reporters like you
help create the public record.

So I became the Kissing Bandit
to, what, create a story?

That's ludicrous.

William Randolph Hearst
helped create a war in Cuba

to sell newspapers, Glynn.

It may be ludicrous,
but it's a fact.

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 Annabelle.

He never even
announced a robbery.

He bent her back
as if to kiss her 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?

Sir, several witnesses say
they heard the Kissing Bandit

say, "You betrayed me,"

to Miss Rose
just before the shot.

"You've betrayed me"?

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.
Annabelle.

Mr. Russell, Mr. Russel.

Please, let me go to her.

I'm sorry, sir,
but we must preserve the scene.

Now, I have to ask you
where you were 15 minutes ago.

Having my lunch.
Now, please!

Mr. Russel, 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,
don't you think?

Hmm.

And you're sure
it wasn't Paddy Glynn?

He was in custody at
the time of Annabelle'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.

Well, the disguise
made that easy.

So if Paddy Glynn
is the Kissing Bandit--

Who's the Killing Bandit?

Who could Annabelle
have betrayed?

Mr. Russel.

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 Annabelle was shot.

She was your betrothed,
Mr. Russel.

Sweet, innocent Annabelle.

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.

Now, but you--you took it
one step further.

But I loved her, Detective.

Maybe I didn't make
any grand, sweeping gestures.

That isn't my way.

But neither is killing her.

Rupert Russel
did not kill Miss Rose.

For a fact?

A strong inclination.

Bloody marvelous.
What now, Murdoch?

Well, sir,
if it's not about love--

It's about the money.

It's always about the money.

Then that would
bring us back to...

Annabelle?

How?

The Kissing Bandit.

That's not possible.

You seem pretty sure of that,
Patrick.

Because you
are the Kissing Bandit.

And you loved Annabelle 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 Annabelle?

Yes.

When she yielded
to that first kiss,

how could I not return to her?

I 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 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 Annabelle 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 bookkeeper.

I see.

Well, we know
that the Kissing Bandit

gave every penny he stole
to charity.

Perhaps you can explain
the discrepancy between

what the charity
reported receiving

and what you reported
stolen from the bank

during the first robbery?

Well, 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 Annabelle 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?

Annabelle 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.

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.