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[ Man grunting ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What the choffing hell?

Oh, sir, you must see this.
The man is quite remarkable.

Murdoch, are you watching this?
It´s like some circus.

MURDOCH:
Oh, it´s harmless, sir.

And the men seem to be
enjoying it.

Do we know
who the bloody hell he is?

Harry Houdini, sir.
The King of Escape.

Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.
The King of Station Four.

[ Chuckles ]

I knew you were a clever man
the moment I saw you.

Yes?

Well, yes.

[ Chuckles ]
What can we do for you?

Actually, it´s what I can do
for you, sir.

The Toronto Constabulary
and guests

are cordially invited
to witness incredible feats

performed
by the Houdini Brothers.

Tonight
at the Shaftesbury Theatre.

Well, I suppose
I could find the time.

I´m sure you´ll find it
most entertaining.

What next, gentlemen?

Handcuffs!

[ Applause ]

What?

Well, I´m not going to turn down
the offer of a free show.

-And neither are you.
-Oh, sir --

You need to get out more.
And so does Dr. Ogden.

All right.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

And now, Leopold, you must
listen to Harry Houdini.

Think light thoughts.

And float.

I wonder if he´s employing
the use of mirrors.

Oh, William, don´t ruin it.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

[ Applause ]

He´s very good.

Wait.

What´s this?

[ Crowd murmuring ]

[ Applause ]

Miss Ruby,
the Temptress of Mystery.

Oh, my goodness.

Yes.
That´s quite an entrance.

It certainly is.

Miss Ruby,
will you lend a hand?

HOUDINI:
And now, good people,

for the Houdini Brothers´
greatest escape.

My brother has 11 minutes
to escape from this vault,

or he will run out of oxygen
and die.

Starting...

now!

[ Crowd gasps ]

[ Applause ]

[ Crowd gasps ]

[ Applause ]

It´s been nearly 11 minutes,
and still no sign of my brother.

He´s not gonna make it.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Choffing hell.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

[ Applause ]

Hail the greatest escape artist
of our time!

Help! Help!

The bank´s been robbed.

And I think
somebody´s been killed.

[ Woman gasps ]

And it was you who done it!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Walk this way, sunshine,
because I want some answers!

We´ve got one dead man
and an empty bank vault.

Plus an eyewitness
who claims to have seen you

fleeing the scene of the crime.

That is unfortunate, isn´t it?

Are you extracting the Michael?!

Excuse me?

Do you think you can make a fool
out of the Toronto Constabulary?

Dear sir, to whom do you think
you´re speaking?

To the smug little smartass

who pulled off tonight´s
bank robbery and killed a man.

You and probably
that brother of yours.

But, sirs, you yourselves
are witnesses to the fact

that we were on stage
the entire time.

Your brother was.

To distract, as I imagine.

But you.
You were missing.

For 11 minutes, Mr. Houdini,
you were out of sight.

That was your idea all along,
wasn´t it?

To personally invite us
to your little show

while you slip next door
and rob the bank vault.

I won´t stand
for such allegations.

Mr. Houdini, you still have to
account for the fact

that you were identified
leaving the bank.

It wasn´t me.

Where were you
for those 11 minutes?

I will not divulge my secrets.

Oh, yes, you will.

You haven´t a lick of proof, or
you´d have already arrested me.

Am I right?

I´ll say good evening,
gentlemen.

I´m watching you, Harold!

Harry.

It´s Harry Houdini.

Soon everyone will know my name.

Not for the reasons you´d like.

Oh, he did it, all right.

Him and that brother of his.
Right under our very noses.

But you know
what galls me the most?

They invited us to the show

just so we could provide them
with an alibi.

Uh, sirs, the bank manager.

-Edgar Simms.
-Detective William Murdoch.

Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.

This is just impossible.

We installed a new vault
18 months ago.

It has a state-of-the-art
mechanism.

-Mechanism?
-[ Sighs ]

A time lock
that secures the vault

between the hours of 8:00 p.m.
and 8:00 a.m.

The regular combination lock
is useless during that period.

But someone
did breach the vault.

They would have had to dynamite
their way in,

which is clearly not the case.

On the biggest deposit day
of the year.

How much was in there?

$152,000.

Blimey.

It´ll be my head for this,
of course.

That´s nothing compared
to the price poor Jonah paid.

Jonah?

Jonah Decker.

Detective Murdoch?

Excuse me.

[ Sighs ]

It would appear our victim

was killed by blunt-force trauma
to the head.

I´m fairly certain
his occipital bone is fractured.

So Mr. Decker
was making his rounds

and the burglar sapped him
on the back of the head.

I´d like to take the body to the
morgue now, if that´s all right.

Of course.
Thank you.

Do you mind?

I usually only partake
on the weekends,

but these are
extenuating circumstances.

I´d say he´s got 152,000
extenuating circumstances.

I´m sorry our evening
was cut short.

As am I.

RUBY: Jules!

Give your sister a lift?

[ Sighs ]
Detective William Murdoch,

meet Miss Ruby Ogden, my sister.

Younger sister.

It´s a pleasure.

I thought it fun
to surprise Jules

with my little stage appearance.

Really, Ruby, can we please put
this "Jules" business to rest?

I´m not a tomboy.

-Anymore.
-RUBY: [ Chuckles ]

You never told me
you had a sister.

-And in the theater.
-Well --

Actually, I´m a reporter.

But I believe that in order to
get to the heart of any story,

one must become
a part of the experience.

I decided to write
about Harry Houdini.

So naturally you joined
the show.

[ Chuckles ]

We really must be going.
I have a postmortem to conduct.

Ah. Well, I suspect we shall see
each other again, Miss Ogden.

Ruby.

I´ll make certain of it.

Good evening.

You´re not happy to see me.

I thought you were still in
India writing about that raja.

That´s old hat.
I was drawn to London.

Met the most
fascinating novelist --

Herbert George Wells.

He became the subject
of a series of articles,

and now the world
is at his feet.

And I imagine, as usual,

you became quite close
with your subject?

That would be kissing
and telling.

So now it´s Houdini?

I thought he would make
an interesting story,

and after this evening,
even more so.

Well, how lucky for him.

It is, isn´t it?

[ Horse whinnies ]

So good to see you, Jules.

We are gonna have such fun.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

What´s this?

Playing with your toys, Murdoch?

It´s a model of the bank, sir.

Re-creating the scene
helps me visualize the crime.

Well, you can forget that,
because I´ve figured it out.

Oh?

Bank.

Theater.

Houdini escapes from the vault
in mere seconds,

exits through a side door,

enters the bank,
whacks Decker on the head.

Robs the vault,
re-enters the theater,

stashes the money,

and then reappears
as if by magic.

But, sir, the theater
was thoroughly searched.

No money was found.

Murdoch, the man´s a magician.

He could have stashed the loot
in some secret compartment

in a magic trunk,
for all we know.

And what about the time lock?

Well, he escaped from one vault,
didn´t he?

But, sir, that vault
was part of a stage show,

mere trickery and illusion.

So he knew how to bugger
the time lock.

Sir, for your hypothesis
to work,

every minute detail of this plan

would have had to have gone
perfectly.

And it did!

Look, I want one more crack
at that little smartass.

We´ll have to keep an eye
on this Houdini character.

He´s got a sharp tongue on him.

Oh?

Don´t think his tongue
will be a problem, sir.

Why is that?

What the bloody hell
is he doing?

It´s a lung-capacity exercise.

He´s practicing
for his new escape.

He´s been in there
for two minutes.

Two minutes?

Three minutes
is his personal best.

Oi, Houdini.
Get your soggy ass out of there.

Please, sir,
he´s trying to concentrate.

He´s mastering his body.

I´ll master his body, all right.
Now, get him out.

Sir, you might want to see this.

Figured it out, have we,
me old mucker?

I believe so.

The walls of the vault
are solid.

The floor, however...

...is not.

So, last night, your brother
escaped from his chains quickly,

slipped through that trapdoor,

and vanished
beneath the stage floor.

2:58, 2:59!
Three minutes, Harry!

He´s out of the vault
in mere seconds.

-Then he´s off to rob the bank.
-Don´t be ridiculous.

My brother would never do
such a thing.

Get him out now.

I think that´s been
long enough, Harry.

Harry?

Harry?

Oi, Houdini!

Something´s wrong with the lad.

Harry?!

Houdini!

-MURDOCH: Doctor.
-[ Gasps ] William.

Good grief!
You scared me to death.

Oh.

I apologize about my appearance.

-I´m short-staffed and...
-Quite all right.

I hope you´re not here
about Mr. Decker.

I haven´t had a chance
to perform the postmortem yet,

for obvious reasons,
but I-I will shortly.

I appreciate that.

However, I am here
for a different reason.

Oh?

Yes.

The inspector is of the opinion

that Mr. Houdini perpetrated
the murder and the robbery.

Oh?
You sound skeptical.

Yes. Well, Mr. Houdini
is very flamboyant.

As though he´s performing
on the stage at all times.

He´s a born showman.

That shouldn´t make him
a suspect.

No, it shouldn´t.

However, he refuses to divulge

where he was while the robbery
was being committed.

Allow me.

And further,
as you already know,

a witness claims to have seen
Mr. Houdini fleeing the bank.

Well, what do you think,
William?

The witness could be mistaken.

And Mr. Houdini could simply
have been passing the time

somewhere offstage as
the robbery was being committed.

So it may have just been
a coincidence?

It may.
Or it may not have.

Therefore, I will
need to interview

everyone associated
with the show --

including Miss Ruby.

And I thought it only fair
to tell you beforehand.

Yes.
Well, thank you.

Yes.
Very good.

Uh, William.

Ruby may well be brash
and somewhat dramatic,

but I assure you,
she´s not capable of murder.

I´m sure it will be
a mere formality.

-Good day, Doctor.
-Good day.

[ Sighs ]

HOUDINI: How does this sound?
"King of the Fishes."

Or -- Or "Master of Water."

Yes.

Yes.
Someone write that down!

I´ll be writing you down
for murder and robbery

if you can´t account
for where you were

those 11 minutes
you disappeared, sunshine.

Forget the 11 minutes, sir.

I just went three minutes
and 22 seconds without air.

Can you imagine
the possibilities

for underwater escapes?

A man died in that bank!

And you´re planning
your next trick!

I am sorry that man died
and that the bank was robbed,

but I had nothing
to do with either.

I´m an artiste...

not a confidence trickster.

Get your feet off!

I would never use my skills
to break the law.

I will, however, sometimes use
those skills to elicit laughter.

[ Men laughing ]

That man is an arrogant
little git.

Can´t arrest him for that, sir.

Another flaw
in our justice system.

What are you doing?

I´m curious as to how
the bank robber entered the bank

without triggering the alarm.

No, no. Not robber.
Houdini.

CRABTREE:
I have an idea.

Oh, this should be good.

Butter.

[ Clears throat ]
Butter, George?

I believe he slathered himself
in butter

and slithered into the bank
via the air vents.

[ Chuckles ]
Bloody hell, Crabtree.

He wasn´t covered in butter

when he returned
to the theater, was he?

That´s a good point, Inspector.
Hmm.

Actually, sir,
there might be something

to what Constable Crabtree
is saying.

-There might?
-There is?

Not about the butter, George.
The vents.

-Go on.
-Uh, yes.

Well, I think he may have scaled
the exterior wall

and then slipped in
through a small window

into this 16-inch vent.

He then came along
through this vent

and emerged
right next to the vault.

It´s possible.

Well done, bugalugs.
You could be on to something.

-RUBY: No, he isn´t.
-Sweet mother!

Hello, Detective.

Miss Ruby?

A bit of help?

My coat?

Very kind.

Thank you.

The dress was so bulky,
I had to remove it --

for the experiment.

And what experiment
would that be, Miss, uh...

Ogden.
Ruby Ogden.

Doctor Ogden´s sister.

The naughty one, I presume?

I´ll have you know
that of the two Ogden sisters,

I´m the only one
who has not been arrested.

Are you here to arrest me?

Doctor Ogden
has a criminal record?

George, please.
Miss Ogden, the vent.

Oh, yes. You see, I believe
Mr. Houdini to be innocent.

So I took it upon myself
to prove so.

Did you, now?

I came across the same theory

your clever
Detective Crabtree did.

Oh, ma´am, I´m not a detective.

I´m just --
I´m just a constable.

Not for long, I suspect.

Thank you, ma´am.

Of course, I had to test
this theory for myself.

-But you got stuck?
-Exactly.

Proving that Mr. Houdini
could not have done it.

On the contrary,

I believe you´ve proven
the exact opposite.

But my shoulders were wedged.

Mr. Houdini´s shoulders would
have become wedged as well.

I suspect Mr. Houdini is able
to dislocate his shoulders.

It´s a technique
many contortionists

and escape artists have employed
for years.

Sir, do you suppose
that´s how he made his way

-through the vent?
-BRACKENREID: Of course it is.

Come on, Crabtree.

Let´s go
and pick Mr. Houdini up.

Miss Ogden.

Detective, your inspector
is quite mistaken.

Oh?
Why is that?

Because I know in my heart
that Harry is innocent.

And I think you know it, too.

I´m afraid it´s you
that´s mistaken.

You see, I rely on logic
and not feelings

to determine whether or not
a person is guilty.

Then perhaps
you´re merely capitulating

to your inspector´s desire
for a quick arrest.

Miss Ogden,
I could have you arrested

for tampering
with a crime scene.

Well, then you´d better cuff me,
Detective.

I won´t.

For your sister´s sake.

But if I find that you are
withholding information

about this case,

I will have no compunction
about changing my mind.

Shall we?

We know how you pulled
the bank job.

That´s more than I know, sir.

Please, tell me your theory.

On the night
of your great vault escape,

you were planning
an even greater one next door.

After you escaped the vault
on stage, you went to the bank,

then entered
through the vents...

...where you proceeded then
to kill the night watchman...

...and clear out the vault.

The only flaw in your plan

was that you were spotted
by someone.

Well done.

I certainly
could have done that.

Is that a confession?

You´ve got the wrong man.

Tell me where you were
during the vault escape.

That´s your only alibi.

I don´t reveal my secrets
to anyone.

And I don´t have to
tell them to you,

because you have no concrete
proof of your allegations.

If you want concrete,
I´ll give you bloody concrete.

[ Grunts ]

[ Door closes ]

Maybe this will loosen you up.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

CRABTREE: Letting him sweat it
for a bit, are you, sir?

-That´s right.
-Sir, Houdini does have a point.

Murdoch, I´m not in the mood.

There´s nothing tying him
to the robbery or the murder.

Then there´s the issue
of the time lock.

He´ll talk
once he tires of being secured

by real police-issue locks.

You were standing in the bank

wearing nothing but a petticoat
and bodice?

Detective Murdoch´s face
went such a shade of red.

It was sort of sweet.

Really?

Is that tobacco I smell?

Jules, that´s disgusting!

Oh, don´t be such a mouse.

The smell of a body can tell you
a lot about a person --

what they ate, what they drank,
how much they smoked.

This man was obviously
a heavy smoker.

I see it all the time.

It´s really quite repulsive.

Yes, it is.

And if you continue to smoke
the way you do,

you too will smell like this
one day.

I´ll have you know I quit.

Of course you did.

-Ah!
-[ Laughs ]

Now look what you´ve done.

Here. Let me.

Have you paid Mother a visit?

Jules, you know how I feel
about cemeteries.

I did visit Daddy, though.

He says he hasn´t seen you
in months.

I´ve been busy.

He´d like us to join him
this weekend

at the rowing club for lunch.

I guess he will not take
"no, thank you" for an answer.

Might be good for you to get out
of this morgue for once.

-Don´t you ever leave it?
-Of course I do.

I do have other interests,
you know.

Such as?

I read, cycle.

I-I play tennis,
attend the theater regularly.

I was speaking more
of male interests.

Oh.

[ Scoffs ] Well, yes.
I have those, too.

Your Detective Murdoch?

He´s not my detective.

Our relationship
is purely professional.

Surely you´ve entertained
the idea

of probing his intriguing mind.

Really, Ruby.

RUBY:
Such a shame.

He´s a fine specimen.

Jules, what is it?

His blood.

It´s black.

Smith, at least
try and look busy!

HOUDINI:
You really must do something

about the locks
on that holding cell, Inspector.

Crabtree!

Now double-check the leg irons.

Yes, sir.

Here.
Let me help you.

Thank you.

Crabtree!

W-- Houdini!

The vessels of his brains,
lungs, and liver

are all filled with black blood.

Poisoned.

Precisely.

What kind of poison
turns blood black?

-Something organic?
-An alkaloid, perhaps.

Was it ingested?

Most unlikely.

The dosage required
to kill someone

-would need to be massive.
-Injected, then?

That´s much more likely.
Far more efficient.

Then there would have to be
an injection site.

I was hoping to have found it
before you arrived.

Ah.

I can wait.

Have you had a chance to visit
with your sister?

Yes.

Mm.

I received some arresting news
from her.

Regarding?

Your conviction of character.

[ Chuckles ]

Puns -- feeblest form of humor.

Is it true, then?

Your arrest?

One hot summer evening
when I was home from university,

my colleagues and I enjoyed
swimming off Hanlan´s Point --

sans clothing.

Most risqué.

DR. OGDEN: [ Chuckles ]
I don´t know which was worse --

being arrested
or having your parents find out.

I found it.

I´m sorry?

I found it. The puncture mark.
Come see.

It goes straight through
the sclera

and into the anterior orbit.

MURDOCH:
Let me get this straight.

Mr. Decker was smashed on
the head as part of the robbery.

Yet the burglar injected him
with poison as well.

So that means the robber came
prepared to kill Mr. Decker.

But if he was poisoned,
then why...

Make it look as though
he died from a blow to the head?

I think it was to create
the illusion

of a robbery gone wrong.

Why such an elaborate plan?

Perhaps Mr. Decker was also
involved in the robbery.

An inside job.

So he willingly let himself

get bashed
over the back of the head,

making it appear as though he´d
caught the robber in the act.

So why is he dead?

Maybe his partner got greedy.

Decided to take the whole kitty
for himself.

That would explain why
the alarms weren´t activated.

Houdini didn´t scale any walls
or shimmy through any vents.

Decker opened the door
and let him walk straight in.

But, sir, this could be
the missing piece.

Thank you, Murdoch.
I was hoping for your approval.

You might also entertain
the possibility

that someone was capitalizing

on Houdini´s known abilities
as an escape artist.

-How so?
-Maybe he was set up.

Merely a pawn
in someone else´s plan.

Not likely, Murdoch.
Pawns don´t escape.

Hotels, flophouses,
the train station.

Search everywhere.
And I mean everywhere.

This is a man who can fold
himself into a bloody teapot.

Well, don´t just stand there
like dummies! Move it!

Sir.

I think we must also
fully explore the possibility

that Houdini was not involved
in this inside job.

Fine. Fine.
Let´s say he wasn´t.

Then, who was in on it?

Someone who knew
the inner workings of the vault.

Someone who knew
that the vault would be full.

-Simms, the bank manager.
-That´s where I would start.

Very well, Murdoch.

You take one scenario
and I´ll take the other.

And we´ll see how it turns out.

Ah. Mr. Simms.
May I have a word?

Of course, Detective.

In fact, the bank owners
are breathing down my neck,

so I do hope you have
some good news for me.

Well, we have determined

how the burglar
entered the building.

-You have?
-Yes.

He was allowed entry
by your night watchman.

Why would Decker do that?

Unless...

He was involved in the burglary.

But he was murdered, wasn´t he?
I mean, how do you explain that?

-Killed by his partner.
-Partner.

Yes. Someone with intimate
knowledge of the bank.

Someone who knew that the vault
would be full of cash.

Are you insinuating
that I may have been involved?

You also had knowledge
of the mechanics of the locks.

Not the time lock.

I-I couldn´t have breached it.
It´s impervious.

We shall see, Mr. Simms.

Yes.
I suppose we shall.

[ Horse whinnies ]

Back to the station, Tom.

[ Horse whinnies ]

[ Bang ]

[ Bang ]

[ Bang ]

[ Bang ]

-What are you up to?
-Oh.

Hello, Inspector.

I´m just testing a batch
of poppers I made.

It´s common
in every magician´s arsenal.

You make them yourself?

It´s rudimentary science,
really.

You take a little bit of this
and a little bit of that and...

-[ Bang ]
-[ Chuckles ]

-Planning on going somewhere?
-Oh.

With the show losing money
like it has been

and Harry in jail,
well, the end is near, isn´t it?

Houdini´s not in jail.

-What?
-He´s escaped.

I thought you might know
where he is.

Well, I have no clue
where he is.

But don´t take it personally.

You´re not the first
to lose him.

I plan to be the last.

By the way,
I´m not Harry´s brother.

I´m just the fifth in
a long line of Houdini brothers.

-Fifth?
-Yes.

He thinks it looks better
on the posters. [ Chuckles ]

So who are you, then?

Oh, I´m Leopold Romanov,
illusionist.

Why do you work
for such a young lad?

Harry Houdini is the greatest
talent I´ve ever seen,

but he´s not much
of a businessman.

So you run the show?

Yes. I schedule performances
and make travel arrangements.

I focus on the details while
he dreams up his next escape.

So with the show losing money,

a full bank vault
could look quite tempting.

I don´t think Harry
would do this.

I see.

Don´t leave town any time soon,
Mr. Romanov.

And if you do happen to see
Mr. Houdini,

tell him to do the smart thing
and turn himself in.

Got it?
[ Clicks tongue ]

George, I need you to find out
anything you can

about Mr. Decker --

where he was before his job
at the bank,

if he was ever
in any sort of trouble,

criminal record --
that sort of thing.

Right away.

Oh, and the same
for Edgar Simms.

Sir.

What in the world is that,
Detective?

It´s a Sargent & Greenleaf
time lock,

identical to the one
in the Bank of Toronto.

20 years ago, it saw
the downfall of Jesse James.

Now it´s proving to be mine
as well.

Perhaps you need a break.

I´m quite preoccupied
at the moment.

You´re still angry with me.

No.

No, I always welcome

a healthy critique
of my policing technique.

I´ve come to make it up to you.

That´s not necessary.

I think it is.

I´ve never been treated
to dinner by a lady before.

So that would make me
your first.

How charming.

Ah. Well...

You were speaking before
about the novel

that Herbert Wells wrote --
"The Time Machine."

He´s a notorious amorist,
you know.

Oh?

Fortunately,
I´m a notorious woman.

Yes.
Well, it sounds fascinating.

And I´d very much like
to read it.

Do you have a copy?

Oh, I didn´t read it myself.

Bertie read it to me
in his garden

over a bottle of Vipava Pikolit.

I assume the two of you
were very close.

It´s natural to become involved

with those
whom you work closest.

Don´t you think?

I suppose.

Are you involved?

No.

But there is someone
I find intriguing.

Perhaps you ought to tell her
of your feelings.

I can´t think of why any woman
would not reciprocate them.

All right.

Don´t tell Jules, all right?

I told her I´d cut down.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Good evening, Constable.

Good evening, Dr. Ogden. You´re
working late this evening.

As usual, I´m afraid.

Detective Murdoch as well,
I presume?

Actually, he´s gone out.

Oh. I was hoping
he could help me with something.

You don´t know where he is,
do you?

Um, he´s gone out.

Yes.
Yes, we´ve established that.

Uh...
[ Sighs ]

Constable, is there something
you´re not telling me?

[ Laughs ]

It is such a joy
to meet another curious soul.

[ Chuckles ]

Good evening.

Jules!
What are you doing here?

I-I´m sorry. I´m --
I´m obviously interrupting.

Nonsense, nonsense.

Please join us.

[ Chuckles ]

Are you staying long?

Well, that depends
on Detective Murdoch

and whether he can help me

with a mystery
I´m attempting to unravel.

Oh?
What sort of mystery?

Poisons.

Then perhaps
it was deadly nightshade

that killed Mr. Decker.

Belladonna.
I did consider it.

And it would have accounted for
the stomach inflammation,

but there were no signs
that the tissue was stained.

The thorn apple.

The brain was filled
with black blood.

There was no signs
of congestion.

Hmm.

Who would have access to such
deadly and exotic poisons?

I would think someone
with a background in chemistry.

RUBY: Well, then Harry
couldn´t have done it.

He has no experience
with chemistry.

I´ll have to determine that.

And really, just how well
do you know him, Ruby?

Well, enough to know
he couldn´t have done it.

Mr. Houdini did have motive.

Not to mention opportunity.

You´re forgetting how important
a man´s character is.

Harry would never rob a bank,
let alone kill a man.

DR. OGDEN:
In our line of work, Ruby,

you learn that character
can be deceptive.

Your line of work is hardly
the same as Detective Murdoch´s.

I would argue that journalism
and detecting

share a much greater affinity.

Really, Ruby.

Detective Murdoch and I
solve mysteries.

You spend your time
riding elephants with sultans

and lolling about with artists.

RUBY:
This is your problem.

You can´t help
but neatly categorize

everyone and everything.

Your vision is so narrow.

William and I share
a broader sense of the world.

Did you just call him William?

CRABTREE:
Um, pardon me.

I don´t mean to interrupt.

Oh, please do, George.

CRABTREE:
I have some news, sir.

Well, then I´ll have to
excuse myself.

Of course.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Whispering ] I´ll make this
as discrete as possible.

I suspect that the two of you
are intimately involved,

so if you should happen to see
Mr. Houdini again,

would you please let him know

I´d very much like
to speak with him?

Good evening.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

What was that about?

None of your business.

The two Miss Ogdens seem
quite the handful.

Yes. Your timing could not
have been better. Thank you.

What do you have for me, George?

I found something interesting
about Mr. Decker´s past.

Oh?

Well, his former employer
was the United States Army.

Engineering Corps, to be exact.

He has the skills
to be an engineer,

yet he ends up in Canada
working as a night watchman?

And he´s hired at the bank

at the same time the vault
is being installed.

He was hired by Mr. Simms.

Interesting coincidence,
I thought.

Perhaps we should have
another word with our Mr. Simms.

Mr. Simms is working late, and
he doesn´t like to be disturbed.

He´ll be in an even worse mood
once I´m finished with him.

That´s odd.

[ Gasping ]

Dead.

Sir, how can this be an inside
job if both inside men are dead?

Because there´s something else
at work here, George,

that we hadn´t thought of.

A third man.

So now this robbery
is a three-man operation?

So it would seem.

And you´re suggesting that Simms
hired Decker 18 months ago

to sabotage the vault
while it was being installed?

Exactly.

But the vault works.

Does it?

I think we just
haven´t figured out

how the locks
have been tampered with.

All right.

So Decker continues working
as a night watchman,

and the two of them bide their
time, waiting for a big payday.

The plan was for Simms
to break in dressed as Houdini,

bash Decker over the head,
and make off with the money.

Blame would fall on Houdini.

But Simms double-crossed
his partner.

And in turn, someone else
double-crosses Simms.

The question is,
who´s this third character

and what role do they play
in all of this?

I´m hoping the exotic poison
holds the key.

Hmm.

I´ve already tested
over 20 different poisons.

And none of them
turn the blood black?

No. But I´m not about to
give up yet.

Would you care to assist?

Certainly.

I want to apologize
about last night -- at dinner.

That´s no for hemlock.

Apology isn´t necessary.

No for phenol.

Ruby and I often find ourselves

on opposite ends
of a good debate.

Or a bad one.

That´s no for strychnine.

And who usually wins?

You´ve met Ruby.
I think you know the answer.

I think I may have won
one battle, though.

I think I might have
convinced her to stop smoking.

[ Coughs ]

Oh?

With the help of Mr. Decker.

What do you mean?

Well, she was here
when I opened him up.

That smell would convince anyone
to quit.

His body smelled of tobacco?

Yes.

Actually, both he
and Mr. Simms reeked.

Wait.

Do you mind?

Normally, I only partake
on the weekends.

Simms told me that he smoked
only on occasion,

yet his body
also smelled heavily of tobacco.

-Nicotine.
-Nicotine.

That would account
for the black blood.

We now have our poison.

A most obscure choice.

Indeed.

[ Horse neighs ]

HOUDINI:
Don´t turn on the light.

I´d rather not have a run-in

with that ill-spirited inspector
of yours.

He doesn´t seem to like me.

I can´t imagine why.

It is a puzzle.

I take it
you contacted Miss Ruby.

Well, she´s hard to avoid.

How may I help you?

Mr. Houdini,
I need your opinion.

-Opinion?
-Yes.

You exceed in illusion
and showmanship.

Thank you.

And I´ve come to the conclusion

that what I am dealing with here
is an act of trickery,

because all logical explanation
seems to elude me.

I see.

And if I do help you figure it
out, will that not implicate me

and encourage you
to arrest me...again?

Only if you´re guilty.

Then we have a deal.

Clearly, the robbery
was an illusion of some sort.

Agreed.

But I´ve examined the locks
on the vault,

and they weren´t tampered with.

Then, Detective,
something else is amiss.

But what?

If the vault is secure -- There
are no false walls, no tunnels.

Illusions are steeped
in deception,

something that makes
the audience

believe one thing to be true
while it clearly isn´t.

Such as?

Say I make an entire train
disappear.

Well, obviously,
I didn´t really, did I?

Either it remains there
and you cannot see it...

Or it was never there
in the first place.

It´s not the vault.

It´s the bank.

Did you have to drag us
all the way down here, Murdoch?

Sir, if you will,
I have a demonstration.

BRACKENREID:
Well, get on with it, then.

I´ll barely have time
for a quick scotch

before the missus
expects me home.

Oh, still on a short leash,
are you, sir?

Shut it, Crabtree.

Sir, I believe that this robbery
was the product of an illusion.

Many patrons of this bank
would disagree.

Let me show you.

Now, it´s nearly 8:00.

The vault´s time-lock mechanism
should be sliding into place...

...now.

[ Lock clicks ]

George, please see
that the vault is secure.

[ Clears throat ]
It´s solid, sir.

Yes, it is.

But the wall...

The wall is not.

Bloody hell.

When the vault was installed,

Mr. Decker used his abilities
as an engineer

to tamper
with the building´s structure.

Specifically, this beam that
the vault´s bolts slide into.

Now, by moving this beam over,
as such...

...the vault door
simply swings open.

Gentlemen.

The great Houdini
and Detective Murdoch.

CRABTREE: [ Laughs ]

What the bloody hell
is he doing here?

Stop that!

Sir, I enlisted Mr. Houdini´s
help as a sort of consultant.

He made me see
that it wasn´t the vault

or the lock that were faulty.

So now we know how the robbery
was executed,

and we know what roles Simms
and Decker played.

But, sir,
what about the third man?

I believe Mr. Houdini
can answer that question.

I knew it.

Detective,
you gave me your word.

Mr. Houdini,
I know that you are innocent.

But please tell me,
how is it Mr. Simms knew exactly

what you were wearing
that night on stage?

I-I don´t know.

And how is it that you,
a known escape artist,

just happened to be performing
in a theater

right next to this bank

on no less than the night
it held more money

than ever before?

It had to be someone
who knew your schedule.

CRABTREE:
What about the poison?

Are we not looking for
a chemist?

No, not a chemist.

But he does have a background
in science.

There´s only one person
it can be, isn´t there?

Unfortunately, yes.

Driver, to the train station.

Yes, sir.

I don´t think so.

What´s in the bag, Mr. Romanov?

$152,000, by any chance?

Or perhaps a few extra vials
of liquid nicotine?

I don´t know what either
one of you are talking about.

BRACKENREID: That was your plan
all along, wasn´t it?

Vanish with the money,
leaving a trail

of dead accomplices behind.

Unfortunately, for you,
Mr. Romanov,

when it comes to vanishing,
you´re no Harry Houdini.

Come on, sunshine.

[ Grunting ]

Having some trouble there,
Mr. Houdini?

Not for long.
I assure you, sir.

Have you heard back
from Philadelphia yet?

Yes.
I spoke with the police there.

Apparently, Leopold Romanov
had quite the history

of flimflammery.

MURDOCH: Indeed?

He also spent time in jail

with one Mr. Decker
and one Mr. Simms.

MURDOCH: Where they no doubt
hatched this plot.

You´d think now that Houdini´s
been cleared,

these two would get on
a bit better.

Mm.

Inspector,
these leg irons of yours --

What have you done to them?

A little trick
that I like to call "glue."

[ Laughter ]

That´s cheating, Inspector.

I prefer to call it
the art of illusion, Harold.

[ Clicks tongue ]

Well, I´m off now.

Well, at least we got to have
a little dinner together.

A dinner, as I recall,
to which you were not invited.

You really didn´t have to come
that night, did you?

Yes.
Yes, I did.

You were jealous.

Ruby!

I love you, but you always
push me just hard enough

to give you what you want.

You should know,
when it comes to William,

I will not be pushed around.

Detective.

Miss Ruby.

This is goodbye.

You´re off, then?

I think my story
about the great Houdini

would be incomplete
if I abandoned him now.

Mm. And his career much poorer
for it, I´d imagine.

Do try to get Jules out
of the morgue once in a while.

Of course.

Doctor.

Ah.

-Am I disrupting?
-No.

Is there something you need?

Well, I was hoping to go over
a case with you.

Oh, I see.

About a young swimmer´s
blatant disregard for clothing.

Might you discuss it with me
over dinner?

Why, yes,
I´d -- I´d be delighted.