All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries - S07E11 (EN)

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Did you read
in the Sunday Gazette

about Britain's Dioscovery
expedition to the Antarctic?

Yes.
Uh, Robert Scott, I believe.

How incredible would it be
to partake in such a journey?

Incredible, perhaps.

But I can't say I envy them
spending months on a ship

without any guarantee
of safe return.

William.

My Lord, William.

I've never felt such a thing
in my life.

It's an earthquake!

Detective!

Ah! Sir!

George.
Are you all right?

Is there damage
from the earthquake?

Earthquake, sir?

Yes.
It just happened!

Sir, I didn't feel a thing.

I was just coming
to report a robbery.

It's quite unusual, sir.

The doors and windows appear
untouched.

Perhaps it was someone entrusted
with the keys, an employee?

Actually, sir, it looks like
the thief may have broken in

from beneath the earth.

Well, this is a new one.

Sir, do you really think

somebody tunneled up from
the earth to rob a jeweler's?

I think the hole is your answer,
George.

The question is,
where did the tunnel originate?

We've checked
all the surrounding buildings.

There's no sign
of any tunneling.

The entrance to the tunnel
must be nearby, George.

This would have taken
a long time to dig.

Well, I daresay, sir, I once dug
out my Aunt Magnolia's cellar.

I started in on a hole
not much wider than this.

And it took me three Saturdays
to get the length of the house.

So a city block would take
a few weeks.

- Sir, without question.
- Hm.

Well, we need to dig down
past this soil

and find out
where this tunnel leads.

And it sounds like you're
the man for the job, George.

Sir, when did you develop
this aversion to digging?

Well, no, George,

It's just that you're far better
at it than I am.

Well, you know,
there is a technique to it, yes.

Not everybody can...
can sort of size up

where it needs to be dug, and...

Thousands and thousands
and thousands!

Everything gone!

Mr. Blevitch...

- He took the Princess.
- The Princess?

I have a picture.

My largest diamond.

It was to be a gift for my wife.

Mr. Blevitch, do you have any
idea who might have robbed you?

Of course.

Who else would dig
under the ground just to rob me?

I should have known the scum
would find a way.

What scum?

Well, who do you think?
My brother!

You accuse me?!
Your own brother?

You steal my business,
then you steal my jewels!

- You disgrace our family!
- You are a wretched pig!

You empty-hearted snake!

You curse our mother
with your breath!

- You disgrace our family!
- Go back to your hole!

Good afternoon, Emily.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Not at all, Julia.

Do you not find
that coagulated blood

is almost impossible to remove
from under your fingernails?

It is persistent.

You could try to disguise it

with red-tinted
nail-polish cake, if you dare.

How scandalous.

What brings you here, Doctor?

I plan to attend an event

at the Ontario Provincial Museum
tomorrow afternoon.

Oh?

It features a lecture
by Elva Gordon,

an adventurer just returned
from the spelunks

of the Yucat�n.

Spelunks?

Miss Gordon
is one of the world's

preeminent deep-cave explorers.

Her findings
promise to be fascinating.

- Would you care to join me?
- Of course.

Sir, as you can see,
I've dug several feet.

There's no sign of any tunnel.

George, it's the only way
in here in evidence.

There must be a tunnel.

Sir, it's interesting.

The dirt in the middle here
is loose,

relatively easy to shovel.

But around the edges here,
it's hard-packed.

So our culprit dug his tunnel in

and then backfilled it
with loose dirt.

How on earth?

George, did you make
those marks there?

No, sir.

Perfectly circular.

They look almost machine-made.

Indeed.

I highly doubt our thief
dug this tunnel by hand.

What do we have
on yesterday's robbery, Murdoch?

Is it the brother,

or do we start questioning every
bloke we see holding a shovel?

Actually, sir,
based on the evidence,

I believe the tunnel was forged
by a machine.

You expect me to believe

that some local thief
has built a machine

capable of tunneling through
the middle of the earth?

Um, under the surface
of the earth, sir.

Bloody hell.

I believe the machine
is cylindrical,

approximately four feet
in diameter.

It cuts through the earth
and leaves debris behind it

as it moves along.

How?

Helical rotation.

What?

Um...

It has a giant screw.

I've made a sketch

of what I believe
would be capable of doing this.

You're telling me
that our local thief built this.

Yes.
Or something like it.

You see, the giant drill
cuts through the earth

and then deposits the debris
behind it.

It then fills the hole back in
as it reverses.

I know it seems unlikely, sir,

but it's the only
logical explanation

for how such a tunnel could be
dug and then filled back in.

How much would it cost
to build this screwing machine?

Well, the resources necessary
would be considerable.

Um, tens of thousands
of dollars.

Maybe more.

And the estimated value
of the stolen diamonds?

Approximately $2,000.

Not exactly a moneymaker,
is it, Murdoch?

Maybe it was just some bloke
with a shovel after all.

But, sir,

Dr. Ogden and I felt strange
rumblings beneath our feet

as we walked along Duke Street
at the time of robbery.

There were also strange
mechanical markings

on the inside of the hole.

If it's between this
and some bloke with a shovel,

my money's on the shovel.

Look into the brother.

Family rivalries run deep.

Sirs.

There's been a report of
a second robbery from last night

just discovered this morning.

Another tunnel
dug up through the floor.

That's some busy bloke
with a shovel.

Who was robbed?

I've been robbed.

Thousands and thousands
and thousands.

Everything gone.
You degenerate thief!

Scum.
You disgrace our family!

Maybe the second brother robbed
the first brother in retaliation

for the first brother
robbing the second brother.

It's possible, sir.

Though he would have had to do
a week's worth of digging

in only a few hours.

He could have used
the same tunnel.

Goes from one shop to the other.

We searched for
this very tunnel, sir,

and it appears to have been
completely filled in.

I believe we should post a man
at every jeweler's in the city.

- Every jeweler's in the city?
- Yes.

This could be the beginning
of a larger string of robberies.

Let's keep this quiet.

We don't need people to think
there's an underground thief

on the loose.

Thank you all for coming today.

As the resident geologist of
the Ontario Provincial Museum,

I've been given the great honor

in cataloguing many of the finds
of our speaker today.

Museums attract
the strangest types.

A-An explorer, an adventurer,
a woman of many talents...

our resident archaeologist,
Miss Elva Gordon.

Look at her hair.

It's so short.

It's quite striking,
don't you think?

Today I am here to speak to you
about my adventures.

During my time in the Yucat�n,

I explored some of the deepest
caves known to mankind.

And I have come to
a fascinating conclusion,

a conclusion
that the board of this museum

have asked me not to speak about
today.

- Oh, my.
- This is quite unexpected.

A conclusion that has prompted
the revocation of my funding.

They have decided
that I am a lunatic

and confined my work
to this museum.

I'm left cataloguing
limestone samples

instead of exploring
the unknown.

But they will not keep me quiet.

Today I am here to tell you

that life exists
inside the hollows of the earth.

Below our very feet,

creatures of an undiscovered
race go about their daily lives.

Stop pussyfooting
around the truth, Emily.

You thought her theories
were ludicrous.

I'm a long way from believing in

a race of humanlike
underground dwellers.

But I sincerely admire Miss
Gordon's adventurous spirit.

We would never have discovered
North America

if someone hadn't thought that
the world might not be flat.

The discovery
of the world's roundness

was based on a great amount
of physical evidence, Julia.

But her clothes, her hair, so...

What an extraordinary woman.

I know.

And I feel for her.

An adventurer,
cooped up in that museum,

only photographs
of her past expeditions

to keep her mind alive.

The woman's had her wings
clipped shorter than her hair.

- Good afternoon, Doctors.
- George.

Emily, would you care to join me
for lunch?

There's a man here from
Coney Island selling hot dogs.

Apparently they were a big thing
at the Buffalo World's Fair.

Oh, too bad, George.

I already ate lunch.

They served sandwiches

at the lecture
Dr. Ogden and I attended.

Oh, you attended a lecture?

Just the two of you?

Of course. Yes.

Dr. Ogden invited me.

You would have
enjoyed it, George.

The speaker
was an ardent believer

in a most unusual theory.

Oh?

She believed people
might be living

inside the hollows of the earth.

You don't say.

You'll be disappointed to know

that Dr. Grace finds the theory
unlikely.

Gravity alone
would preclude the idea

that the world could be hollow.

Still, people living
beneath the earth.

That's quite something.

If I had been aware
of the subject matter,

I would have invited you,
George.

Well, Doctor,
that's very kind of you.

But I had to work anyway.

I've been at the jeweler's
all day waiting for...

Waiting for what, George?

Waiting for a man to arrive
from beneath the earth.

Dr. Ogden and I were walking

one block south,
along Duke Street,

when we felt the rumblings.

I wonder where the
digging machine was headed to.

Sir, I hesitate
to even suggest this,

but I've recently been informed
of a most unusual theory.

What if our thief
was headed... down?

Down?

Sir, many people believe
that a race of beings live

inside the hollows of the earth.

I don't know what to say
to that, George.

Sir, Dr. Ogden and Dr. Grace
just attended a lecture

on the subject.

It could explain our thefts.

How?

Well, perhaps the Inner Earthers
are... are tunneling up

to steal our diamonds,

a-and then tunneling back down
to return to their own world.

I don't know what to say
to that either, George.

Well, sir, I can't speak
with authority on the subject.

- I'm no expert.
- Clearly.

Sir, the idea
that there are people living

- inside the earth...
- Is absurd.

George, gravity alone
would preclude the possibility.

You were right, Murdoch.

There was another robbery
last night.

Was it at a jeweler's?
Did we have a man on site?

Oh, they've moved on
from diamonds.

This time the swine has robbed

the Great Northern Loan
and Trust.

I had my money in that bank.

Oh.

Murdoch, listen to this.

"Underground Thief Perpetrates
String of Robberies."

So much for keeping it quiet.

Everyone thinks they're
about to lose their money.

And what's worse,
they're probably right.

Actually, sir, the bank
conducted a thorough inventory,

and it appears
no money was stolen at all.

Only diamonds.

Only diamonds?

Bloody hell, Murdoch.

Could be worse.

How?

This maniac has built a machine

that allows him
to break into any building,

burrowing around in the middle
of the night like a bloody mole.

Sir, I don't believe

this machine can break into
just any building.

And what's more,

I don't think it's capable
of traveling any great distance.

It would require
too much energy.

Also, all of the robberies
have occurred

in this small area of the city.

So he can only break into
every building

on the east side of the city.

I suspect he's not capable
of even that, sir.

The vault floor
in Great Northern bank

was made of wood joists
and simple tiles.

Most of the city's banks
have updated

to modern granite floors.

His machine can't get through
granite?

I don't think so.

The rest of the city's banks
should be safe.

Inspector, the mayor's
on the telephone for you.

Thank you, Higgins.

Even if all the banks
are out of reach,

we still need to stop
this bugger.

I need to figure out who he is
first.

I personally have seen evidence
of their civilization.

Really?

And do you think it is
as advanced as ours?

I find that unlikely, Constable.

But I suppose it's possible they
could be even more advanced.

For instance,

do you think they would be
capable of building machines

that could travel
under the ground?

It's possible.

And what about riches,
Miss Gordon?

Do you think the riches
of our world...

gemstones and whatnot...

would be valuable
to the people of Hollow Earth?

Constable Crabtree, we know next
to nothing of these creatures.

To speculate on these matters
would be irresponsible.

But it is possible.

I suppose so, yes.

Miss Gordon,
I believe a tunneling machine

of incredible power

has been built
to infiltrate our banks,

steal the riches of mankind,

and deliver them down to
the depths of the Hollow Earth.

Believe me, Constable,

I dream that such
a fantastical world exists.

But, as always,
I will await the evidence.

Remember, there is a difference
between novels

and scientific texts.

Mm.

To tell you the truth,
Miss Gordon,

I'm surprised there are so many
volumes written on the subject.

The Hollow Earth theory
is sensible and scientific.

This book, for instance.

It presents evidence to support
an ancient Iroquois belief.

It claims that ancestors
of humankind emerged

from Inner Earth channels
now hidden under Lake Ontario.

Lake Ontario?

- How remarkable.
- Indeed.

Many believe
that their movements

are the cause
of our earthquakes.

Well.

We are not going to be
digging away after the thief.

We are instead going to discern
his path.

Sir, how are we going to
do that?

Well, George, I believe
that bank was robbed last night

because its vault was lacking
a granite floor.

And the thief's digging machine

is unable to penetrate
hard surfaces.

Ah.
But these can, sir.

No, Henry,
these certainly cannot.

Um, the digging machine
must stay just below the surface

to conserve energy.

As there have been no reports
of damaged homes,

I believe the thief is
deliberately avoiding cellars,

foundations, sewers.

So he's traveling
under roadways, then?

Exactly, Henry.

So we are going to take
soil samples,

just a few feet below
the surface,

along every street
leading away from the bank.

If the soil is hard-packed,
then we know

that the digging machine
did not travel that direction.

But if the soil is loose,

then we know the direction that
the digging machine traveled in.

But, sir, if our thief
is from the Hollow Earth,

he would be traveling
straight down,

delivering his bounty
to his own world.

George, perhaps we should focus
on the task at hand, hmm?

Gentlemen.

Sir, I've been doing
some reading,

and as it turns out, even the
president of the United States

believes in the Hollow Earth.

Really?

Well, not the current president,
sir.

But John Quincy Adams
was in the process

of sending an expedition
to the North Pole

to look for the entrance

before his plans were quashed
by Congress.

John Quincy Adams kept
a pet alligator

in the White House bathroom.

Sir, I'm not one of these people

that believes there's
a-a second sun down there.

In fact, I'm quite convinced
it's pitch black

and the Hollow Earthers have
pale, almost translucent skin

and they have snout noses, sir.

They are these snouted beasts

who navigate
by their sense of smell and...

Uh, n-no, sir.
By sound, of course.

They're like bats.

They emit this high-pitched
"Nee! Nee!"

And it bounces through
the tunnels and...

George, why have we not seen one
of these snouted beasts, then?

They're allergic to sunlight.

- Ah.
- Like vampires.

And, sir,
I know there are no vampires...

- No.
...in North America.

George, perhaps we should get
back to work.

Sir, I do think we're wasting
our efforts.

How else do you explain
the earthquakes?

Science has yet to offer
an explanation

for earthquakes, George.

Sir, all I'm saying is that
we'll never find the path

of this digging machine
if it went straight down.

Well, then, George,
if that is indeed the case,

I will consider your
Hollow Earth theory to be true.

Thank you for meeting with me,
Miss Gordon.

I must say,

I can't stop thinking about your
surprising and curious lecture.

Of course.

I always have time to speak
with a fellow woman of science.

The chances you take, both
professionally and personally...

It's quite exhilarating.

I hate to be superficial,
but look at your hair.

I can assure you,

I do not intend to be daring
or fashionable.

Try spending three weeks
in jungles and underground caves

with barely a stream to wash in.

You'd be ready to cut your hair
as well.

Oh, I envy a life
filled with such adventure.

Well, you are a coroner,
Dr. Grace.

I explore the mysteries
of the earth.

You explore the mysteries
of the body.

Surely there is adventure
in both realms.

Yes, but the courage
it must take

to delve into
those pitch-black caves.

Is nothing compared
to the fortitude needed

to dismantle a cadaver.

My first body did take
some resolve,

but it gets easier
with practice.

The fact is, we are living
in a new and incredible age.

Women like us must fight
for the opportunity

to explore the world's wonders
on equal footing.

It's true.

With determination,
we can explore anything,

no matter how... unusual.

Doctor, I can't help but sense

that you have a hard time
subscribing to my theories.

No. I... Miss Gordon,
I did not mean to offend you.

No. Please.
I appreciate the skepticism.

I would be far more offended

if you believed
the Hollow Earth theory blindly.

I met a constable recently
who wanted so badly to believe.

He was far more interested

in a fantastical world
of underground machines

than the actual evidence.

A constable?

Sir... we followed the path
of the digging machine

down Mutual Street
as far as Ann Street,

finding these loose samples.

Indicating the route
that the machine took.

Yes, sir.
But then the path split.

It went west on Ann Street and
continued on south on Mutual.

So he arrived from one direction
and left via another.

Possibly, sir.

But then, when we went
as far as Gerrard Street,

the path split again.

It went both east and west
on Gerrard.

Well, he's crisscrossed
the whole neighborhood.

Sir, there was too many paths
for us to follow.

One thing we did determine

was after going 150 feet east
on Gerrard,

the path suddenly stopped.

- A dead end?
- Yes, sir.

Was there any sign
of the digging machine?

No, sir, and no evidence
of the surface being breached.

Perhaps that's
where he turned around.

Or that's where
he began going down

into the depths of the earth.

At any rate, George,

this tactic isn't the most
fruitful use of our energies.

There has to be another way.

Sir, we've had a report
of another robbery,

south of Front Street.

Was it a bank?

No, sir.
This was a laboratory.

I don't know when this happened.

I was overseas for a while,
and I come back to this.

My laboratory is a fortress
of my own design.

Electrified door,
reinforced windows,

every weak spot guarded.

Dr. Roome, why such a high level
of security for your laboratory?

To keep out thieves.

What exactly was stolen?

Everything.

Could you be more specific?

The thief was targeting
my technologies.

And what technologies
would that be?

Well, if I told you that,
then you'd know my secrets, too.

Dr. Roome,
the tools of your technology

are in evidence
all around you...

a melting furnace,
a quantity of raw nickel,

baths,
presumably for electroplating?

Electroplating has been around
for 100 years.

Well, then whoever broke in
must have left

very disappointed.

He was not disappointed.

So that's not the extent
of your science?

Of course not.

So I repeat... What was stolen?

Diamonds.

He was after more diamonds?

He was after my technology.

I have learned to electroplate
with diamonds, Detective.

And now the thief has learned to
as well.

Electroplating breaks metals
down to individual molecules.

They're then bonded
to another surface,

covering the entire area.

And this doctor figured out
how to do that with diamonds?

Apparently,

though electroplating
usually involves metal...

nickel, gold...
that sort of thing.

Electroplating with diamonds
should be impossible.

More impossible than building
a bloody screwing machine?

All I know is that I don't trust
this doctor, Murdoch.

Maybe he invented the screwing
machine, robbed the city blind,

and then added himself
to the list of victims

so we wouldn't think
he was a suspect.

Perhaps, sir.

But let's suppose
that Dr. Roome did discover

how to electroplate
with diamonds.

And let's suppose that someone
did steal his technology.

Sir, what if the diamonds
weren't stolen

for their monetary value?

He wanted some nice trinkets
for his wife?

No, sir. Perhaps the diamonds
were stolen for their hardness.

Their hardness?

Sir, diamond is the hardest
substance known to man.

With a drill covered
in diamonds,

the thief would be able to
penetrate almost any material.

Then every bank

and vault in the city
would be open to the bugger.

That may be the case.

Sir?

Your afternoon edition.

Thank you, Higgins.

"Is Anyone Safe From the Terror
of the Mole People?"

Ah.

They've even quoted
one of our constables.

Unnamed.

As I explained
to your colleague, sir,

this whole panic
over the mole people

is absolutely ridiculous.

We don't even know
if they're dangerous.

For all we know, the mole people
a-are a benevolent race.

Now, that said, they might be
absolutely monstrous.

They might be hell-bent
on enslaving mankind.

George, can we please
get to lunch?

Emily, we could go to lunch
at any point.

This chap might have
more important questions.

You said the hot dogs were very
popular and they may run out.

Yes, but the hot dogs are...

Emily, brace yourself!
They're coming right for us!

George, what's happening?!

They're back.

Sirs!

Sirs!

The mole men passed
right beneath us.

George, our thief
is not a mole person.

It could be a mole person.

It could be the man in the moon,
for all we know.

What direction
was the disturbance headed in?

I'm not sure, sir.

It was too difficult to discern
amidst all the chaos.

What we need is an accurate way
to measure the vibrations.

You must have got some kind
of thingamajig for that,

don't you, Murdoch?

I will soon.

Sir, what exactly is this
contraption designed to do?

It's a seismograph, George...
albeit a rudimentary one.

You see,
when there is a vibration,

this pencil,
which is attached to a pendulum,

will accentuate that vibration,

helping us to discern
its intensity.

It's hardly rudimentary, sir.
Well done.

A-A man named John Milne
has designed

a far more intricate
seismograph.

He spent years studying in Japan

and now has them installed in
all four corners of the world.

In fact, he has one
right here in Toronto.

Well, sir, if that's the case,

why can't we just use
the information from his?

That's a very good question,
George.

You see, an earthquake produces
a shock wave

that emanates
from a single epicenter.

Indeed.

Since our underground thief
is on the move,

it's difficult to discern
one single epicenter.

Then how will this device
help us track the thief?

By having more than one device.

You see, sir,
by measuring the vibrations,

I'll be able to calculate
precisely where the thief is.

You mean
that if my thingamajiggy makes

a bigger scribble
than Crabtree's,

then the mole fellow is nearer
to me?

Exactly, sir.

And the more readings I get...

...the more precisely I can
identify the thief's location.

So I'm to stand here all night,
alone,

waiting to see
if this pencil moves?

Yes, Constable.

Since you are being paid,

you are to telephone
the station house

the moment you see
so much as a scribble.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

Sir, Jackson just relieved me
from my post at the seismograph.

Excellent, George.

I'll need your assistance

once the information
starts to come in.

I was wondering, sir...

Will your readings
be able to tell

if the machine
is burrowing down?

No, George.

The readings will only tell me

how close the digging machine is
to each post.

That's a shame.

Sir, what if the thief
doesn't act tonight?

Then it will be
quite an uneventful evening.

Detective Murdoch's office.

Ah, Henry.
What have you?

Right.

Uh, sir, he says he can smell
the Coney Island hot dog stand.

He's wondering if he can nip out
for a bite.

George, he had a meal break
20 minutes ago

and another one
two hours before that.

Uh, Henry, the detective says
that you...

Sir, he says it was
more like 30 minutes ago.

Constable,
stop tying up the line.

- Henry, I've told you...
- Murdoch!

Oh.
Uh, terribly sorry, sir.

The machine's passing
right under my bloody feet.

The reading's fading.

That's all right, sir.

I don't need that information
quite yet.

Why not?

The easiest way
to pin him down is...

The machine's stopped.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.
We've lost him, haven't we?

Uh, quite the contrary, sir.

If the readings have stopped
altogether,

that means the digging machine
has stopped.

All we have to do now
is calculate where he is.

Oh.

Sir, the the last of the
readings from the constables.

You were right, sir.
They all end at 20 past 9:00.

Right, then.

According to these readings...

...that would place the thief

approximately 200 yards
northwest of this post.

Here.

Sir, that's Church and Gould.

That's where
the Provincial Museum is.

Toronto Constabulary.
We need to search the premises.

Start with the cellar.

Some of the rooms are locked.
L-I'll have to let them in.

Constable Crabtree.
Can I be of assistance?

My largest diamond.
A gift for my wife.

That's a rather
attractive-looking

piece of jewelry.

May I ask where you got it?

It was given to me, Detective...

Detective William Murdoch.

Sir, this is Miss Elva Gordon.

Thank you, George.

Please search Miss Gordon's
office, if you will.

Your brooch, Miss Gordon.

Who gave it to you?

An anonymous suitor.

Oh.

Dr. Martin Roome, perhaps?

I have no idea who that is.

When did this suitor give you
the piece of jewelry?

- Only yesterday.
- Oh.

Did he include a note?

No.
Just... Just the diamond.

Well, then how do you know
it was a gift from a suitor?

Perhaps someone
simply mislaid it.

Then he had also mislaid
a great many roses and bonbons

these past months.

What are you doing
here at the museum

this time of night, Miss Gordon?

- Working.
- Hm.

And I assume you have an alibi
for your whereabouts

these past few nights?

Other than this evening, no.

L-I'm either here at work
or at home in bed.

Oh.
That's most inconvenient.

Yes, Detective, it is.

I would much prefer to spend
my nights camped out

on sandstone plains, traveling,
adventuring, exploring.

Shuffling papers in a museum
all night is very inconvenient.

All the more reason
to take drastic measures

to change your circumstance,
hmm?

You're right.

If I could have,
I would have robbed a bank.

But I didn't.

The diamond ties her
to the criminals.

She's spending a night
in the cells.

Sir, I'm in favor
of detaining Miss Gordon

while we continue to search
the museum.

But I don't think
she's our culprit.

Oh, come on, Murdoch.

We tracked the screwing machine
straight to her.

She must be connected to this
somehow.

Plus, she needs the money,

and she's got
a very strange obsession

with being under
the bloody ground.

Yes, sir.

But for some reason,
I believe her story.

Let's put the kettle on.

That would give us
the corresponding distance

that we need to maintain
from each point.

- Right.
- William.

Julia.
What are you doing here so late?

I heard Elva Gordon
has been arrested.

Is it true she's a criminal?

We have suspicions

that she's involved
in this string of robberies.

Detective William Murdoch.

Henry?

Wait.
Slow down, Henry.

Just... Just give me
the readings.

Yes.

Right.

Thank you, Henry.

George, can you gather
the other readings

from the other constables,
please?

- Readings?
- Yes.

I have installed seismographs
across the city,

and if we can get
the information from them,

hopefully I'll be able
to track him.

Sir.

Uh, post three, 4. 1.

Post two, 1.7.

Post five, 3.6.

Right.

He's 200 yards south by
southwest of Gould and Church.

Post three, 3.0.

Post four, 1. 1.

Post five, 0.8.

Post five, 0.8.

Approximately 120 yards east.

He's traveling east
along Wilton Crescent.

Wilton?

Post three, 2.2.

Post seven, 1.6.

Post eight, 1.5.

- William?
- Just a moment.

Sir.

Still heading east.

Sir?

William?

Sir, I think they're coming
right for us.

I think we're under attack!

Julia, we have to get out of the
building before it collapses.

Everyone out of the building!
Evacuate! Now!

Out! Out!
The mole men are coming!

Dear God, William.
What is happening?

I have no idea.

Why would he come here?

Miss Gordon.

She's still in the building.

I'll take this lot and fan out
north of the city,

see what we can we can find.

Remember, sir... The machine
can't travel any great distance.

Likely only as far
as St. Clair Avenue.

As far as that?
Bloody hell.

I'll notify you
if I get any more readings.

He's not getting away this time.

I'll catch this mole man myself
if I have to.

I'll let him know straightaway.

Sir, that was a call from
the constables at the museum.

When the digging machine
started, they could hear it.

Then they found
a-a hidden passage

from the museum into the sewer

and from there found
an underground tunnel.

So the digging machine
was under the museum all along.

But if Miss Gordon wasn't
the operator,

why was it at the museum?

Perhaps the thief came for her.

But we'd arrested her by then.

He followed her here.

How did he know
she'd been arrested?

He was there.

There was someone else
at the museum

when Miss Gordon was taken in.

The... The geologist.

- Mr. Humphreys.
- Yes!

That odd man.

He seemed so harmless.
Why would he do such a thing?

Right.

The machine is headed north,
George.

We need the land registries.

Yes.

There's an H. Humphreys listed
as the owner of 7 Woodhill Lane.

George, find the inspector
and the constables

and tell them the address...
just north of Bloor Street.

Sir.

Herbert?

Please, let me explain.

I've watched you from afar
for so long.

This is Detective Murdoch
of the Toronto Constabulary!

Open the door
and give yourself up!

We need an ax or a hammer
or something.

The door won't hold for long.

Elva, I have something
to propose.

Not marriage.

No.
Something far greater.

Diamonds.

You're my suitor?

I've spent years admiring you,
Elva,

preparing for this moment,

when I could offer you
this wondrous gift.

You... You built this?

I built it for you.

L-It will slice through bedrock
like balsa wood.

Don't you see the possibilities?

We can journey
into the Hollow Earth,

discover hidden civilizations.

Together we can realize
all your dreams.

Step aboard.

Take a chance.

I did.

Let's go.

Stand back.

Get back!

Look at this rubbish, Murdoch.

"Mole People Biding Their Time."

These idiots know
that thief buried himself

alongside that nutcase
of a woman in a 100-foot grave.

- Bunch of drivel.
- Mm.

- William.
- Julia.

I thought I would see if you had
time to step out for lunch.

I believe I do.

I know they weren't exactly
on the right side of the law,

but it still pains me to think
of Miss Gordon and Mr. Humphreys

suffocating to death
hundreds of feet underground.

You seemed quite charmed
by Miss Gordon.

I admired her passion.

And I suppose I saw
a kindred spirit.

It's hardly the same thing,
but I hadn't anyone on my side

when I started out
to become a doctor.

But I suppose
she's long gone now.

I'm not so sure.

This morning I paid a visit
to John Milne's seismograph.

A remarkable machine.

Did you know
that if so calibrated,

it can detect movement
in the earth's crust

on the other side of the world?

Really?

The most recent activity
it has measured

has been from very nearby.

What?
You mean...

The readings have been coming
from beneath Lake Ontario.

Just where Miss Gordon
believed there to be life.

Indeed.

Two of your Coney Islands,
please, my good man.

So glad this mole-man business
is behind us.

It may be ahead of us yet,
Emily.

Our thief isn't
a real Hollow Earther,

so it may just be
that the... the real mole men

have yet to make contact
with this world.

- Ah.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Mmm!

- Mm?
- Delicious.

Hmm?

Honestly, George.

Nee!

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