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[ Waltz playing ]

Thank you.

A most wonderful evening,
William.

Yes, the dance lessons were
worth every penny of the $8.

[ Laughs ]
That´s true.

But I was actually referring
to the event itself.

Ah, yes, of course.

I wonder what marvel

Mr. Blake has brought back
from the bone fields.

We shall soon see. I believe
the man himself has arrived.

Ah.

Who knew dinosaur hunters
would become such celebrities?

Perhaps someday
everyone will be as fascinated

with pathologists
and police detectives.

DR. OGDEN:
[ Laughs ]

Rudolph.

I´m surprised to see you here.

I wouldn´t miss this evening,
Barkeley.

You must be a glutton
for punishment.

Mr. Premier!

Uh, wait, wait.
I-I´d like a sandwich.

I heard this afternoon
of a new light

that can actually see through
solid objects.

Oh, yes.
I´ve heard of this as well.

Röntgen´s rays -- or as he
prefers to call them, X-rays.

DR. OGDEN: Yes.

There´s actually a working
prototype of this very machine,

the radiograph, at the hospital.

-[ Clinking ]
-MURDOCH: Oh.

McCONNELL: Ladies and gentlemen,
distinguished guests,

members of
the National Geographic Society,

my name is Mary Ann McConnell.

And for the last six years, it
has been my distinct privilege

to work alongside one of the
world´s foremost paleontologists

and bone hunters,
Barkeley Blake.

-[ Applause ]
-Foremost. [ Scoffs ]

As you are all aware,
eight years ago,

it was Barkeley´s
remarkable discovery

of an almost intact theropod...

Remarkably lucky.

-Shh!
-Oh, I´m sorry.

McCONNELL:
Well, tonight, good people...

...Mr. Blake will reveal a find
that exceeds even that success.

I give you Barkeley Blake.

[ Applause ]

Publicity seeker.

Really, sir,
I must ask you to be quiet.

Of course.

Thank you, Miss McConnell.

Thank you all for coming.

The Alberta Badlands.

Millions of years ago,
it was a vast inland sea,

its shores as lush as any jungle
you could imagine.

Today, hot and barren.

Nothing I´d ever found
in all my years

had prepared me for what awaited
me in a nearby coulee.

What nature had entombed
for millions of years

took me mere days to unearth.

And when I did,

I changed the face
of paleontology yet again.

[ Crowd gasps ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you...

...Terrorsaurus.

Blasphemers!
All of you!

Praise be to God!

[ Crowd gasping ]

Wait!

Stop!

DR. OGDEN:
William, he´s dead.

Oh, my.

His name was Lukas DeWitt.

He was a field assistant
on Mr. Blake´s expedition.

BRACKENREID:
Clearly, he was placed there

after the dinosaur was erected.

Do we know who had access
to the room?

Constable Crabtree is
ascertaining that as we speak.

And the boy with the hammer?

Some religious zealot,
I take it?

Well, dinosaurs and evolution

are prickly subjects
with the church, sir.

-Mm. Enough to kill over?
-Possibly.

However, he seemed intent
on vandalizing that bone.

And he also seemed
just as surprised by the murder

as everyone else.

Still, we´ll need to have
a chat with him.

Yes. The men are searching
for him now.

And have them check
the local churches,

especially ones with ministers

who are preaching
the old fire and brimstone.

Of course.

I should take a moment
with the chief constable.

Doctor, is our victim
telling us anything?

[ Sighs ]
It appears he was shot.

The bullet penetrated
the skull here.

Any gunshot residue?

No.

Suggesting the killer stood some
distance away from the victim.

Any estimates
on the time of death?

The rigor is odd.

The best estimate I can give you
is 24 to 48 hours.

May I take the body?

Yes, of course.

We never got to try out
our two-step.

I hope to have
another opportunity.

As do I.

Good night.

George.

Any luck with the interviews?

The hall was a veritable hive
of activity, sir.

Dozens of people preparing
the exhibit for the party.

Any one of them could come
and go as they wished.

We´ll have to ascertain
the whereabouts

-of each and every one.
-Sir.

What a bizarre thing to do,

to make such a spectacle
of the victim.

Yes.

I believe he was making
an example of him.

What could he have done
to deserve that?

A very good question, George.

For six months,
Lukas was by my side.

Working, eating,
digging, drinking.

He knew his strata
like no one I´ve ever met.

Did he have any enemies?

None that I know of.

But bone hunting can be
a dangerous business.

Two men guard the perimeter of
my camp at night, you realize.

Oh? Why?

The bones are priceless.

There´s constant danger
from raiders.

Ah. And these raiders --
Who might they be?

Oh.

Sometimes they´re
just hired thugs

out to steal the bones and sell
them to private collectors.

And other times?

Rival dinosaur hunters.

No doubt you know of
Othniel Marsh and Edward Cope.

The Bone Wars.
Yes, I´ve heard stories.

They´re all true, I assure you.

That pair was notorious

for trying to destroy
one another´s digs,

for stealing
one another´s fossils.

Their animosity towards each
other was also their downfall.

In the end, yes.

What about this young man
with the hammer?

In some ways, those religious
sorts frighten me the most.

They´re completely irrational.

Ah.
Had you ever seen him before?

Never.

And Mr. DeWitt?
When did you last see him?

Well, that´s the shocking part,
Detective.

The last I saw him,
he was in Alberta.

-Alberta?
-Yes.

He´d stayed behind to supervise
the packing up of the camp.

Do you have any idea why he
would come here to Toronto?

It´s completely beyond me.

[ Sighs ]

One final question --

Who would have the logistical
know-how to pull this off?

I´m not entirely sure.

With my schedule,
I really don´t have time

to supervise day-to-day affairs.

I see.
Then who does?

I, uh, personally shrouded
the femur and the dinosaur.

Barkeley wanted secrecy

so he could dramatically reveal
the fossil.

Were you the last person
in the hall?

I think so.

It was so late.

I-I wanted everything
to be perfect.

Could someone have stayed behind
unseen or slipped in later?

I suppose it´s possible.

And when did you last see
Mr. DeWitt?

Uh, the night
before we left our camp.

We worked together so closely.

I would have thought
he´d tell me if he was coming.

I can´t stop working, it seems.

I´m afraid if I do, I...

Miss McConnell, may I?

It´s an ungula, yes?

Most people would call it
a claw.

From the Albertosaur, I believe.

You´ve studied paleontology?

Well, it´s been an obsession
of mine since childhood.

For me, too.

It still is, obviously.

Miss McConnell, I understand

that Mr. Blake has enemies,
rivals.

Are you suggesting
that they may have done this

to get back at Barkeley?

It´s a possibility
that I must explore.

Is there anyone in particular
that comes to mind?

There is one person.

SUTTON: Barkeley Blake is
a gaseous, bloated mental midget

who just happened
to pull the wool

over the scientific world´s
eyes.

Clearly, Professor Sutton,
you do not care for Mr. Blake.

No.

Um, I adore the way

people confuse scientific rigor
with nice teeth.

Perhaps you disliked him so much
that you took action.

You´re talking about
Lukas DeWitt?

Good God, man, if I --
if I had gone to those lengths,

it would have been Barkeley
caught in those teeth.

Professor, I don´t understand
your dislike of Mr. Blake.

Five years ago, Barkeley Blake

was simply a geologist
mapping coal deposits.

He happened to stumble upon
a dinosaur skull.

And now he passes himself off
as a paleontologist,

and everyone laps it up.

But you can´t deny

that Mr. Blake has now made
two stunning discoveries.

That is not paleontology.

That is carnival showmanship.

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here. Look.

Now take that.

That is paleontology.

That is what matters.

It´s a fossilized plant.

More than that, Detective.

That is the basis of life.

That is paleontology.
This is what matters.

This is the slow,
methodical exploration

of a world
that no longer exists.

Please...

My collection is
very specifically organized.

Thank you.

It is not the hunt
for fame and fortune.

Professor, you are obviously
very passionate about this.

My understanding is, so much so

that you´d be willing
to sabotage Mr. Blake´s efforts.

Oh.

Barkeley is portraying himself
as the victim. I see.

Yes, yes, yes.
That´s not surprising.

Do you deny this?

Shipments of my fossils
have been hijacked.

An entire rock face that I was
excavating was dynamited.

Please answer my question, sir.

If there´s a war,
I didn´t start it.

I´ll need to make an account
of your whereabouts

over the past few days.

I was here.
I was cataloging.

Alone, I take it?

Well -- Well, I don´t have
dozens of students

to do my work for me

while I gallivant
with the rich and famous.

What became of them, sir?

George.

What became of whom?

The dinosaurs.

Well, their extinction

remains one of the world´s
great mysteries.

You know, I heard tales
that they still exist,

that they´re hidden
in the unexplored headwaters

of the Congo and the Amazon.

That´s bollocks.

If they´re anywhere,
they´re probably

in the Highlands of Scotland.

Possibly in Loch Ness.

Oh, yes, Loch Ness.

The Loch Ness dinosaur.

That´s got a bit of a ring
to it.

I put a request into
the North West Mounted Police.

Someone´s gonna ride out
to Blake´s dig site

and see if anyone left there can
tell us what DeWitt was up to.

That could take some time.

George, what do you have for me?

Well, I looked into
Mr. DeWitt´s personal life.

Apparently, he was quite liked
by all his chums.

He also told them he recently
became sweet on somebody,

but he hadn´t said who.

We´ll need to have a word
with her.

I´ll track her down.

We´re also looking into
all the alibis of anybody

who had access to the exhibit,
but it´s a long list, so...

What about the young man
with the hammer?

We´ve checked
with various church groups,

and nothing so far.

Mr. DeWitt arrived by train.

Have we checked
with Union Station?

We have, and there´s no record
of a Lukas DeWitt

traveling by sleeper class.

He could have traveled coach.

Bugger that.

No DeWitt is gonna travel coach.

What makes you so sure?

The family stinks of money.

They´re American,
from Philadelphia.

Made their fortune
in bedsprings, I believe.

Oh.
Those DeWitts.

Ah, the bedspring DeWitts
of Philadelphia.

Well, perhaps money
is the motive.

Yes, perhaps.

George, see if Mr. DeWitt´s
accounts have been touched.

In the meantime,
I believe Dr. Ogden

has postmortem results for me.

Yes.
Murdoch, uh, about that.

I can´t open the body,

and there´s absolutely nothing
I can do about it.

It´s signed
by the chief coroner.

The DeWitts are sending
an American pathologist?

Apparently I´m not qualified
enough.

The audacity.

This is preposterous.

We need those results
to conduct our investigation.

Well, fortunately,
nothing precluded me

from studying the body.

-Plaster.
-Yes.

I found traces of it
as well as these brownish fibers

all over his clothes
and exposed skin.

The fossils from Mr. Blake´s dig

were wrapped in burlap
and plaster for shipping.

Are you suggesting his body
was preserved like a fossil?

Perhaps a form
of short-term mummification.

The lack of oxygen

would have impeded
the natural decay of the body,

explaining
why I´ve been having trouble

pinpointing the time of death.

But more importantly, it would
suggest that he was killed

where the fossils were prepared
for shipment.

Mr. Blake´s camp in Alberta.

I believe we need to rethink
this entire investigation.

You´re suggesting that someone
shot DeWitt in Alberta,

plastered his body in Alberta,

transported it on a train
from Alberta,

and placed it
in a dinosaur´s jaws in Toronto.

Yes, sir.

[ Chuckles ]
Excellent theory, Murdoch.

Sounds entirely plausible to me.

Sir, it would explain
why we have no record

of him arriving in Toronto.

Mm.

I did hear back from
the North West Mounted Police.

And apparently DeWitt vanished
from the camp

the day that the bones
were shipped.

Someone wants us to think
that he was murdered here.

Not in Alberta.

So who would have the means
to do something like this?

Anyone who prepared fossils
for shipment in Alberta

would have both the knowledge

and access
to necessary equipment.

Exactly.

Then we´re looking for someone
from Blake´s camp, aren´t we?

George, I´d like you to find
Mr. DeWitt´s field journals.

Of course.

Please review them
and tell me precisely

what Mr. DeWitt was working on
at the dig.

He was killed for a reason,

and perhaps they can tell us
what it is.

Right away, sir.

He was packed with the fossils?

How monstrous.

MURDOCH: Indeed.

But what I find perplexing

is that a bone that large
went by unnoticed.

It must have been
at least 6 feet in length.

Well, as you can see,
we -- we do have many specimens.

And we ship many larger pieces.

But I´ll speak
with my assistants

and see if they saw anything.

I would appreciate that.

I see you´re packing
the Terrorsaurus femur.

-Have you another exhibition?
-No.

Actually, it´s been sold

to the American Museum
of Natural History.

Oh?
Not a Canadian institution?

I find that surprising.

Well, only the Americans
could afford the expense.

And the size.
Fortunately.

Fortunately?

Otherwise, it would end up
in private hands,

and I believe
that would be a shame.

Ah.
I agree.

However, you seem to have
procured a fossil for yourself.

An ammonite, I believe.

Yes.

Well, they are plentiful,
and, uh, it has significance.

Lukas DeWitt had a sweetheart.

It was you, wasn´t it?

Yes.

He gave it to me that last night
at the camp...

...to help remember him
while we were apart.

Why didn´t you tell me
of your relationship?

I suppose I didn´t want to be
perceived as anyone´s gal.

Miss McConnell,

that hardly seems
a viable reason not to tell me.

Detective, it´s very difficult
to be a female paleontologist.

And one who does fieldwork
is unheard of.

Oh, it´s no use.
You would never understand.

I think I do.

You wanted to be respected.

Just to be taken seriously
for my abilities.

But I would never,
never harm Lukas.

He gave me that respect.

Unlike some others.

Others?

Barkeley.

A serious misstep
in my personal history.

And did Mr. Blake know
of your involvement with Lukas?

He did.
It made things terribly awkward.

How so?

As you no doubt can imagine,

Barkeley doesn´t like to finish
second to anyone.

BLAKE:
The ramblings of a bitter woman.

You deny you were jealous?

Lukas and I had words,

but only because I could see the
scope of things and he couldn´t.

The scope?

When you´ve examined life on
the scale of millions of years,

as I have, you realize that we
are but a brief moment in time.

A woman won or lost
doesn´t matter.

Apparently, Mr. DeWitt
considered Miss McConnell

more than a moment in time.

Mary Ann is
an excellent assistant.

But her dreams exceed her grasp.

To make a truly remarkable
discovery, you need an instinct

and an almost preternatural
affinity

for the world around you.

I see.

And Miss McConnell lacks
instinct?

She does.

However, her clerical
and organizational skills

are excellent.

Nevertheless, you admit
to having words with the victim.

Yes.

Do you own a gun?

Of course.

There are many dangers
out in the Badlands.

So you won´t object
to me examining it?

Of course not, but
you will be wasting your time.

Mr. Blake, you do know how to
prepare fossils for transport?

Really, Detective.

Of course I know how to,

and yes, I could have done that
to Lukas.

But so could anyone at our camp,
or for that matter, Sutton´s.

Rudolph Sutton?
He was there?

He was always digging
near my expeditions.

I´m sure in part to provoke me,

but really it´s because he´s
totally lacking in imagination.

And where was his camp exactly?

Two miles from us
in the Red Deer River Valley.

He was digging up
Magnoliopsidas.

Idiot.
The man is an idiot.

Magnoliopsida?

No, no, no, no, no.

It´s...Nilssonia.

Yeah.

From the order Cycadales,
not Magnoliopsida.

This is -- You see, this is it.

It´s just further proof
of his incompetence.

Professor Sutton,
why are you so adamant

that Mr. Blake is undeserving
of respect?

Nothing larger than a guinea pig
has ever been found

at the Edmonton Formation
where he was digging.

Did his -- Did his Terrorsaurus

burrow through 200 feet
of Cretaceous sediment

before conveniently expiring
for posterity?

And what were you hoping
to find there?

Oh, I was nowhere near
the Edmonton Formation.

No?

Mr. Blake said you were no more
than two miles away from him.

Two miles, yes. Two miles, but
millions of years, Detective.

I was working
the Scollard Formation.

It´s as different
as night from day.

What does this have to do
with anything?

Professor, we know
that Lukas DeWitt

was killed in Alberta.

He was shot in the head.

His body was encased
like a fossil.

He was shipped back here
to Toronto.

And then his body was put on
display in the dinosaur´s jaws.

Right.

Oh, you think that I could do
something so monstrous?

I´m a man of science.

Do you own a gun, sir?

Yes.

It´s for fending off thieves
and coyotes.

I´ll need to perform tests
on it.

-You´re serious?
-Most.

[ Gunshot ]

MAN:
Hey! Hey!

Bloody hell, Murdoch!

How many times have I told you

about firing off a gun
inside the station?

Just testing out a new design,
sir.

However, I had hoped the blast
would be somewhat more muffled.

What´s inside the box?

Cotton, sir, and straw.

What for?

In the past, I´ve used water

to slow the bullet´s impact
when collecting them.

Yes, yes.
The rain barrels.

In actual fact,
water is very dense,

and the lead slugs were being
damaged by hitting it.

-The cotton´s softer.
-Precisely.

I´m hoping to preserve as much
evidentiary value as possible.

Ah.
Here it is.

Aah.

Ah.

Perfect condition.

Now for Mr. Sutton´s gun.

Murdoch, you can fire
as many pistols as you like,

but they won´t do you
any good now, will they?

Why is that?

Because you don´t have a bullet
to compare them to.

Haven´t I?

There were strict orders

prohibiting that body
being touched.

And it wasn´t.

Stop talking in riddles.

Sir, Mr. DeWitt´s body
has not been touched.

However, I do have the means
to examine that bullet.

And how do you plan on
doing that, me old mucker?

Radiography?

That´s it, sir.

A-And this enables you
to see through things?

Yes.
Amazing, isn´t it?

But how is that possible?

-X-rays.
-X-rays?

So named by their discoverer
Dr. Röntgen,

who didn´t know
what they were "x-actly."

[ Laughs ]

In actual fact,
they are light rays,

only made of magnetic energy.

And these rays
are able to penetrate

and pass through matter,

allowing them to be captured
on this photographic plate.

Now, since all objects
have different densities --

Murdoch, I´ll take your word
for it.

Where did you happen to find
this contraption?

Oh. Well, I may have...
borrowed it from the hospital.

I like your initiative, Doctor.

-Can you hold this, Inspector?
-Of course.

-Like this?
-Yes.

Now the gun is in position.

You may fire when ready.

Fire? Fire what?
I-Is this thing safe?

[ Machine whirring ]

-[ Whirring stops ]
-Oh, my.

-Well, did it work?
-See for yourself, sir.

Bloody hell.
It´s the man´s skull.

It´s miraculous, isn´t it?

-And the bullet entered here?
-Yes.

-And metal is revealed by this?
-Exactly.

Then unless I´m not even more
confused than I think I am,

shouldn´t I be seeing a bullet?

What?

It seems our bullet
has vanished.

MURDOCH: A bullet
doesn´t simply disappear

from inside of a man´s skull.

Are you sure
this X-ray contraption

really works, Doctor?

I´m certain of it.
I tested it several times.

Then where did the bullet go?

It was never there.

Then how did the bullet hole
get there?

Something penetrated the skull,
but it wasn´t a bullet.

It simply created
an entrance wound

similar to what a bullet
would have.

So what kind of weapon
are we looking for?

May I see the radiograph again?

Whatever it was,
it must have been fairly sharp.

To puncture the skull.

Yet not shatter it completely.

Precisely.

I wonder what this area is.

Some brain tissue?

A tumor, perhaps?

-Fragments of the skull?
-No. I see those.

Could it be debris left behind

by whatever penetrated
the skull?

That´s what I´m wondering.

I could possibly retrieve
a sample through the wound.

That wouldn´t really constitute
opening up the body,

now, would it?

I wouldn´t think so, no.

What have we here?

It´s clumped,
but it seems granular.

Could it be more plaster
from when the body was wrapped?

No.
It´s too coarse for plaster.

I believe it´s soil
of some sort.

I suppose it could have entered
the wound when our victim fell.

William?

A pick.

Could it have been
a geologist´s pick?

I suppose...

Well, that would have made
a hole

the size and shape of the wound.

And it would account
for the debris.

A geology pick.

Always struck me as such an
innocent, hopeful little tool.

Everyone at that site
would have had access to one.

Yes, of course. Most unfortunate
for your investigation.

Do you have any idea
what kind of soil this is?

I don´t know.
Limestone, perhaps?

What are you thinking?

Blake and Sutton were working
in different sedimentary layers,

each layer with its own
unique composition.

So if you could determine
which layer the soil came from,

you´d have your killer.

At the very least, I´d know
which camp he came from.

I have an associate

in the geology department
at the university.

I could have a sample sent over.

-Sir?
-Yes, George. Come in.

What are you looking at, sir?

Uh, it´s a geological map
of the Alberta Badlands.

Mr. Blake was working here,
in the Edmonton Formation,

Mr. Sutton in the
Scollard Formation right here,

further down by the river.

Sir, what exactly do they mean
by formation?

Well, they´re layers of rock
created by sediment deposited

over millions and millions
of years.

Millions of years ago.

Boggles the mind just to think
about it, doesn´t it, sir?

Certainly does.

I mean, my aunt believes that
the world is 6,000 years old.

Based on the Bible, of course.

Well, she would be a literalist.

Much like the young man with
the hammer, I would suspect.

Their views bring them
into direct conflict

with men like Sutton and Blake

who believe in the evolutionary
development of the world.

Mm.

She believes that the world
was made in six days,

and that´s an end on it.

Myself, I take a bit more
of a scientific perspective.

Oh?

I do, but I don´t think
the two schools of thought

need be exclusive.

I mean, what if in the distant,
distant past,

each rotation of the Earth
took millions of years.

Well --

Or, from a biblical viewpoint,

what if God paused for millions
of years between each day?

I mean, Genesis doesn´t say
anything about consecutive days.

George --

Or better yet,
what if one day in heaven

is a few millions of years
here on Earth?

Maybe that´s why God

hasn´t made himself apparent
to us in so long.

It´s still the seventh day.
He´s still resting.

But maybe tomorrow
the eighth day will begin,

and he´ll create
something entirely new.

Something just as important
as land or water.

Such as?

A horse that could run
backwards.

I mean, think about it.

You would never need
to turn around.

George, do you have
any pertinent information

about this case?

Uh, yes.
Three things.

First off, I spoke
with Mr. DeWitt´s banker,

and there´s nothing fishy
going on with his accounts.

Secondly?

Uh, secondly, we haven´t been
able to find anything

about this young chap
who had a go at the fossil.

We´ve been to every church
downtown.

Nobody seems to know who he is.

-That´s odd.
-I thought so as well.

I am confident, however,
that we´ll find him.

Thirdly, I went through Mr.
DeWitt´s journal, as you asked.

I took the liberty
of copying it out.

Cursive script was not one
of his strong suits.

George, did you find anything
relevant to this investigation?

Mr. DeWitt did seem to have
somewhat of an obsession

with one particular area.

He made note of it many times.

What area is that?

Well, actually, I recognize it
on your map here.

It´s right there.

BLAKE: As the study
of paleontology has taught me,

time marches forward.

We are but a small part

of an ever-changing,
ever-evolving world.

And the time has come for me
to march forward as well.

So it is with pleasure
and, admittedly, some sadness,

I turn over
this expedition and project

to my worthy and capable
colleague, Mary Ann McConnell.

Thank you, Mr. Blake,

for your confidence
in me and my abilities.

The expedition won´t be the same
without you.

Nor will it be the same
without Lukas DeWitt,

whose death has cast such a pall

on what was supposed to be
a happy occasion.

I hope I can
make you both proud.

Now, any questions for me?

-MAN: Yes, Miss McConnell.
-MURDOCH: Oh, Mr. Blake.

Detective.

I´m somewhat surprised
by this sudden turn of events.

Why?

Miss McConnell is an industrious
woman and a fine bone hunter.

She convinced me
she deserved the opportunity.

It seems to contradict
your earlier assessment

of Miss McConnell´s abilities.

I´m a proud man, Detective.

I don´t like to lose,
including at love.

I said some things about Miss
McConnell to you that I regret.

But in the sober light
of second thought,

I know this is the right thing
to do.

Of course.

And what of you?

I´ll take some time
before making a decision.

But I assure you,
whatever I do next

will make my last adventure
pale in comparison.

Now, is there some way
I can help you, Detective?

Yes, there is.

I was wondering
if you could tell me

what was at that location.

Yes, of course. That´s where
I discovered the femur.

Why do you ask?

It´s just that Mr. DeWitt

noted the location several times
in his journals.

As well he should.
It´s a very important discovery.

Indeed it is.

Thank you very much
for your time, Mr. Blake.

Ah, Detective.

Miss McConnell.

Have you good news?

I hope to soon.

But in the meantime, it seems
congratulations are in order.

Thank you.
It´s been a long time coming.

Indeed it has.

Good day.

DR. OGDEN: William?

I believe I have something
that might interest you.

The results came back

on the soil we found
in our victim´s skull.

Oh, good.

Were they able to determine
which formation it came from?

No.

No?
So another dead end?

Well, they couldn´t
because it wasn´t soil at all.

What was it?

Pulverized concrete.

Concrete.

Well, there was plaster
at the site, but no concrete.

Perhaps they were building
something?

Hmm.
Maybe they were.

What is the meaning of this?

That bone should be on its way
to the train station by now.

Who gave you permission
to examine it?

This court order
should be permission enough.

Really, Detective,
what is this all about?

Mr. Blake, I need to take
a very special photograph

of your spectacular find.

Allow me to introduce

Inspector Brackenreid,
Dr. Ogden.

They´ll be assisting me.

-Mr. Blake.
-Doctor.

[ Chuckles ]

Very well.
Shall I pose with it?

Oh, I should think the bone
will be all that´s needed.

Would you once again hold the
photographic plate, Inspector?

Certainly.

-You are sure this is safe?
-Of course.

Everything is ready, Detective.

Very good.

[ Whirring ]

[ Whirring stops ]

Are you sure it worked,
Detective?

I didn´t see any flash powder
go off.

It worked perfectly.

Mr. Blake, your prized fossil
seems to have an iron rod

running through the middle
of it.

I don´t believe it.
Fake?

Who would perpetrate
such a hoax?

Let me think.

Perhaps someone who hasn´t made
a significant find

in eight years.

Someone who has been sustaining
his career

through a combination of luck,
exploitation of his workers,

and an unnerving drive
for center stage.

Do you truly think me
that stupid?

I think you´re that desperate.

And I think Mr. DeWitt had
discovered what you had done.

He´d been making a careful study
of the area,

keeping meticulous records.

In one of his field-journal
entries,

he noted that you found the
femur beneath Cenozoic detritus.

There were no dinosaurs
in the Cenozoic era.

That doesn´t make sense.

I agree.

And I suspect it didn´t make
sense to DeWitt either.

You said yourself
he knew his strata.

So when he came to you
for an explanation,

you realized he could expose
your fraud and killed him.

And then packed up his body,
transported it to Toronto,

and stuffed him
in a dinosaur´s mouth

in order to ruin the most
triumphant moment of my life?

You had everything to lose,
Mr. Blake.

And I was very nearly destroyed.

I´m the victim here, Detective.
Can´t you see that?

Someone is clearly out
to destroy me.

Am I free to go?

For now.

But I´m nowhere near finished
with you yet, Mr. Blake.

Rest assured of that.

You´ve found the young man
with the hammer?

Actually, sir,
it was Higgins who found him.

I, uh, recognized him

from this photo taken
at the Dinosaur Ball, sir.

But, uh, he´s no more
a churchgoer than Satan himself.

Oh?

No. He´s a panhandler
on my beat, sir.

Goes by Clyde Dunbar.

He´d even sell his own mother
for a dime.

And where is he now?

He´s cooling his heels
in one of the cells.

[ Door opens ]

Mr. Dunbar.

Who´s asking?

I´m Detective William Murdoch.

Is that supposed to mean
something?

-Perhaps.
-Such as?

Such as whether you hang or not.

Wait a minute.
What are you talking about?

Mr. Dunbar,
the last time I saw you,

you had a hammer in your hand,

and you were attacking a fossil
in the name of the Lord.

You´re mistaking me
for some other lad.

Moments later
a man was found murdered,

and I think
you had something to do with it.

Now, hold on, there.

You got it all wrong.

I didn´t have nothing to do
with any murder.

I´m not even a religious man.

Then what was all that yelling
about hellfire and blasphemy?

[ Sighs ]

It´s what he told me to say.

Who?
It´s what who told you to say?

I don´t know.

A man.

Came up to me on the street,

said he´d give me a fiver if I
smashed that bone with a hammer.

So I got on as a waiter
at the hall, and...

well, you were there.

This man --
Can you describe him?

He was old.
About your age.

I see.

Was he balding?
Thick glasses?

Close-cropped beard?

Yeah, that´s him.

And if you see him, tell him
he still owes me the money.

SUTTON: A f-- A fake, you say.
Are you absolutely certain?

I am.

I was able to examine it
using a radiograph.

Oh.

That is something
that I never considered

when I devised my plan.

You admit to building the bone,
then?

Proudly.

The truth finally comes out.

I, uh...

I am only sorry that I failed
to publicly expose Blake

for the fool that he is.

I don´t think you quite realize

the seriousness of the situation
you´re in, Professor.

Oh, I understand.
I understand all too well.

I was so close!
So close!

It was gonna be
Barkeley´s utter ruin.

And in front of the National
Geographic Society, no less.

But unfortunately, Lukas DeWitt
had to get in the way.

He suspected the bone was a fake
and confronted you about it.

He did no such thing.

But your need to destroy Blake
was so great,

you killed DeWitt to keep him
from exposing your plan.

No, I only wanted revenge
on Barkeley.

I had no differences with Lukas.

D-Detective, you -- you may
think me a small and petty man,

but I´m no murderer.

Was it worth it, Professor?

To reveal Barkeley as a fraud?
Yes.

You´ll forever be remembered

as the man
who perpetrated this hoax.

The hoax may be remembered.
May not.

And -- And as for me,

I-I have always been
a forgettable man.

For future generations, my
contribution to this discipline

will never be forgotten.

And that, Detective,
is as it should be.

[ Blows ]

I take it
you received permission

to conduct the postmortem.

Under the supervision
of the tiresome Dr. Hitchcock

of Philadelphia.

Fortunately,
he was more interested

in a side trip to Niagara Falls
than the postmortem itself.

I hope you have some good news
for me.

Is the case frustrating you?

I have two suspects --
Mr. Blake, Professor Sutton --

both with means, motive,
and opportunity.

Unfortunately,
I haven´t a shred of evidence

to tie either to the murder.

I´m afraid I´m not gonna be
of much help to you.

My original supposition
was correct.

Lukas DeWitt died as the result
of trauma to the head.

However, the postmortem

wasn´t without
its interesting revelations.

I discovered some fascinating
things about mummification.

Such as?

Well, the process
can actually start

as quickly as within three days
of death.

So Mr. DeWitt´s skin
had already begun to harden.

-Interesting.
-Isn´t it?

What´s fascinating is,

it had actually begun to meld
around his clothing.

In fact, I found tiny marks
where the weight of the plaster

had pressed his shirt buttons
against his skin.

I could even see that he wore
some sort of medallion

or -- or pendant.

That´s odd.

Nothing like that
was found on his body.

Well, it was on his person
when he was wrapped in plaster.

You can see the mark
for yourself.

It´s hard to detect,
but if you find the right angle,

you´ll note it has
a very distinctive pattern.

Dr. Ogden, have you a candle?

Recognize this?

It´s a replica of an ammonite.
What of it?

It´s a cast of an imprint
we found on Lukas DeWitt´s body.

It was caused
by a fossil-shaped pendant

that was on his body when
he was wrapped and plastered.

However, the pendant wasn´t
there when we found his body.

Must have been lost, then.

May I see yours?

There´s no need.

It will match.

I know you killed him.

You wrapped and plastered
his body

and shipped it here
like another rock.

You don´t know anything.

And then you left his body
for the world to discover.

What I can´t understand is why.

Because I wanted Barkeley
to pay.

He took everything from me.
Everything!

He took credit for my work.

He denied me my proper due
at every turn.

He took the life
of the man who...

...who loved me.

What happened?

I had forgotten to put my pick
away, so...

...I walked back to the tent
to get it.

And that´s when I saw them...
arguing.

Barkeley grabbed my pick
and hit Lukas with it.

It was an accident.

People are rarely hit in
the back of the head with a pick

by accident, Mr. Blake.

I mean I was not in control
of myself at the time.

Lukas confronted you
about the bone, didn´t he?

He did. He couldn´t understand
how I had found it.

He accused me
of having faked it.

When he showed me
it was concrete,

I realized I´d been had.

But what neither of you realized

was that Sutton put it there
for you to find.

[ Chuckles ]

I have to hand it to Rudolph.

It was a brilliant plan,
and I fell for it.

But by then,
you had already contacted

the National Geographic Society
about your extraordinary find.

Eight years ago,
I was just another geologist.

And then I stumbled on something
that made me special.

I knew that until I repeated
that success,

I would still be a fraud
in my own mind.

And if news got out,
you would have been ruined.

So you panicked.

I wanted so badly
for that bone to be real.

But it didn´t end there, did it?

There was so much excavation
going on in the area,

new expeditions coming in.

I couldn´t risk
the body being found.

The inevitable questions
would lead right back to me.

So I prepared his body like...

...the other fossils.

I planned to dispose of him
later, after the exhibition.

And what about
the Terrorsaurus bone?

You couldn´t risk it
being discovered as a fake

at some later date.

I´d arranged for it to be stolen

in transit to the American
Museum of Natural History.

Leaving Professor Sutton
to have to come up

with some other scheme
to discredit you.

I suppose so, yes.

Detective, I´ve spent
so much time amongst the dead.

Yet it never prepared me
for this.

No.

I suppose it didn´t.

DR. OGDEN: So, Miss McConnell
was blackmailing Mr. Blake.

She happened upon the murder
as it was being committed.

And she chose not to go
to the police?

Yes. She chose instead to use
the murder against him.

Against him?
To what end?

Further her career.

But Barkeley refused to give
into her demands, initially.

So to prove she was serious,

she put the body on display
for the world to see.

Yes.

She took Lukas´ body
when it first arrived here,

before Blake could retrieve it,
and in doing so,

became an accessory
after the fact to murder.

Amongst a number of other
charges, I should think.

Precisely.

You seem to be quite affected
by this, William.

The world of the dinosaur hunter
has fascinated me

since childhood.

And when I finally venture
there, I find it´s a haven

for ruthless ambition
and petty jealousy.

For years, I´ve dreamt of
visiting the Alberta Badlands,

exploring them myself.

But now...

William, you can´t let
this brief moment in history

change things.

McConnell, Blake, Sutton --
They´re just blinks in time.

And as for Alberta, I´m sure
that when you do get there...

...it´ll be everything
you always dreamed of.

[ Horn blares ]

BOY: It says here
that this is where Barnum Brown

discovered
his Albertosaurus skeleton.

Really?

Charlie Sternberg had a camp
near here, too.

I suppose Blake and Sutton

must have worked around here
somewhere, also.

Who?

Barkeley Blake
and Rudolph Sutton.

They were involved in a case
I worked on a long time ago.

Slow down!

We have to wait for your mother!