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- Place is locked! Don't think that's going to stop me.

Murdoch always makes this look so bloody easy.

- That's a learned skill, like a magician's trick.

It just takes practice and more practice.

- I don't have the patience for that.

Oh!

Got it.

Oh... - Oh, yes.

- Give me the gun. - Yeah.

- When he ditched the wagon, he was headed somewhere.

It's the only building in the area.

- Come on, this way.

Who robs a bank on a night like this?

Must be crackers! - Or very smart.

Ohhh...

- Listen.

Clair de lune. Moonlight.

- Odd.

It's coming from in here.

Put your hands where I can see them.

Step away from the table and turn around.

Who are you?

- Name's Hudson.

- Trudy, is that you?

Thought we were meeting at the hotel.

- You don't know me, but I do need to speak with you urgently.

I know it's late, and I am so sorry,

but I finally found you, and I didn't want to wait

any longer to talk. I'm Paul Landell.

- Well, what couldn't wait until morning?

- It's about your father. - What about my father?

- Does the name Hudson ring a bell?

- Come in.

Have a seat.

My father's name was Ned Drake.

- Yes, well, uh, 16 years ago,

I was manager at the Dominion Bank.

I oversaw the development of the most innovative

vault at the time. A solid-streel construction.

- What does this have to do with my father?

He wouldn't darken the door of a bank.

In his words, "Banks dupe

gullible people out of their hard-earned cash."

"Institutional robbery," he called it.

- Well, the robbery I'm talking about was not institutional.

On April 26th, 1905, my vault held a shipment

of unmarked bills destined for Montreal.

It was stolen,

and not a soul knew the money was there,

except for the engineer who inspected the vault,

pronouncing it structurally sound.

I believe that man was your father.

- My father was never an engineer.

- Well, he certainly fooled me.

Are you actually a detective, Ms. Drake?