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[ Indistinct chatter,
hooves clopping ]

Sir?

Are you all right?

I'm sorry.

He made me do it.

Who?

The devil.

Mr. Foley?

How do you mean,
the devil is inside you?

I mean it like it is
and it sounds.

H-He came in through my chest
one night.

And now he lives in my head
like an insect,

telling me to do things.

Terrible things.

And why did you obey him?

He said if I did as he asked,
he would leave me.

But he didn't.

And just what
did the devil say to you?

He told me that I would
be visited by two men.

That I was to invite them in...

...then cut their throats.

He told me they were demons.

But I knew better.

I should have
killed myself instead.

But I couldn't do it.

I'm a coward.

I'll have the constables
escort Mr. Foley to the asylum.

Yes, I think
that would be best.

He's back.

[ Grunts ] I don't know.
I don't know.

Mr. Foley?

Is your name Julia?

Yes.

He knows you.

- Is he talking to you right now?
- Yes.

- What is he saying?
- All right, all right! I will.

He wants to talk to you.

I can't hear him.

H-Hello, Julia.

How wonderful it is
to see you again.

I'm afraid I don't recall
meeting you.

Oh, Julia, you wound me.

Surely you remember me.

I buried you alive.

- [ Banging ]
- DR. OGDEN: [ Screaming ] Help!

Help!

William! Help!

James Gillies?

Have you missed me?

Mr. Foley claims to be possessed
by the spirit of James Gillies?

Well, if he really believes
he's hearing his voice,

he must be mad.

That or he's passing
himself off as insane

in order to avoid the noose.

- Then why invoke Gillies?
- I don't know.

To undermine our investigation,
unnerve us?

Well, if that is his intent,
he will fail.

- Sir.
- Henry?

We've identified
the victims, sir.

We have Robert Wilcox,
a farmer from Richmond Hill,

and Gerrard Berkeley,
a machinist.

He lived
at Brunswick and Harbord.

All right, then, find out
how the two men are connected

and if they are at all
connected to Mr. Foley.

Oh, and find out what,
if any, connection

either may have
to James Gillies.

Sir.

I'm going to have another chat
with Mr. Foley.

I'll go to the asylum and see
if there's a file on him.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Whether he's insane
or just manipulative,

he is in custody and of
no threat to either of us.

James Gillies
remains as dead as ever.

Though I would be interested to
hear what Mr. Foley has to say.

Let's meet
back at the hotel later,

and I'll tell you
all about it.

I will, I will.
I said I will.

Uh, h-h-he wants
to talk to you now.

I'd much prefer
to speak with you, Mr. Foley.

You see, I don't believe
in demonic possession,

nor do I think you're insane.

Oh, h-h-he doesn't want to
talk to you now.

[ Groaning ]

Stop it!
Stop it, please! Please!

Please talk to him! Please!
Before he drives me truly mad!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

[ Groaning ]

All right.
All right, Mr. Foley.

Have a seat.

[ Breathing heavily ]

You disappoint me, William.

A good Catholic such as yourself
denying demonic possession.

What would your priest say?

He would conclude, as I have,

that this is all a big show
you're putting on

to escape the noose.

I'm not, I swear.

[ Grunts]

I'm doing as you ask!

Um... Um...

I apologize
for Mr. Foley's stupidity.

He doesn't appreciate
that it's rude

to interrupt
a conversation between friends.

- Friends?
- Why, of course.

I know I sometimes
played a little rough.

I kidnapped the woman you loved
and buried her alive.

But it was all in good fun.

I suppose in retrospect
it was impolite of me

to kill her husband
and set her up for the crime.

But, William,
the look on her face

when the verdict came in...

FOREMAN: Guilty.

[ People gasping ]

JUDGE: Dr. Ogden,
the nature of this crime

is such that I have no recourse

but to sentence you
to be hanged by the neck

until you are dead.

Such intense emotion.

[ Voice breaking ] William.

Julia, I'll get you out.

[ Whimpering ]

No.

FOLEY: I-I-I couldn't help
but applaud.

[ Slow clapping ]

And the look on your face
when you saw me.

You were at the courthouse.

That proves nothing,
Mr. Foley.

Ah, that's right. You don't
believe in demonic possession.

Okay, then, Detective,
tell me,

was Mr. Foley
also in the... the lecture hall?

What lecture hall?

Surely you remember.
It was where we first met.

GODFREY: Newton believed light
to be made of particles.

Professor Godfrey was lecturing
on the wave theory of light,

and you came through the door.

Well, a wave needs something
to push against, does it not?

That's what makes it a wave.

You'd come to talk
to Professor Godfrey

about Professor Bennett's
murder.

Robert Perry and I
were such scamps.

We'd thought we'd committed
the perfect murder.

[ Bell chimes, gunshot ]

We even insinuated ourselves
into your investigation.

May we be allowed to observe
your investigation?

Observe?
Quite dull, I should think.

Actually, it might prove

an interesting exercise
in applied physics.

What do you think, sir?
Show these young toffs

how things are done
outside the schoolyard?

Something we never see.
The classroom's so theoretical.

Oh. I can't see the harm.
Why not?

Ah, the folly
of youthful arrogance.

We mocked you

and the cheerful chipmunk
that you worked with.

Robert thought you were a rube,

but as I watched you work,
I began to realize

that I was in the company
of a mind to match my own.

Such clarity.

Such purpose.

Like a bolt of lightning finds
the shortest route to ground,

you knew exactly
what to look for.

And I experienced
the unsettling thrill

of realizing
that you would defeat me.

There are only two ways
for you to avoid this

nine-foot drop, Mr. Perry.

One is to confess your crime
and to name your accomplice.

- And the other?
- Robert, don't.

You couldn't prove anything
of course,

so you tricked Robert
into turning on me.

I knew you were brilliant,

but I failed to anticipate
just how devious you would be.

- It wasn't my idea.
- Shut up, you fool.

The timing device,
that was his invention.

- GILLIES: You bloody coward.
- You tried to kill me.

No. I didn't.

Whatever they said,
it was a trick.

Unfortunately, he's right,
Mr. Perry.

Poor Robert.

He just was not made
of the same stuff as you and I.

Oh, my God.

It's a shame
that he had to lose his head.

I was angry.
I know. That's no excuse.

I behaved badly towards Robert.

I've told him as much.

How did you do that?

Why, Robert Perry is down here
with me.

Isn't it wonderful?

Everything they taught you
in church is true.

There is a hell.

It's everything
they said it would be.

That's why I returned.

To take you back with me.

Oh, Detective, we are
going to have so much fun.

DR. OGDEN:
I forgive you, William.

I forgive you, William...
Give you, William.

I forgive... William...

Give you, William...
Give, William.

I for... I for... give...

GILLIES:
Hello, Detective Murdoch.

Remember me?

I know what you're thinking...

"Now [I understand
how rats get caught in traps.

They're easy to fool."

Welcome to the Murdoch trap,
Detective.

We are going to have
so much fun!

[ Door opens ]

I went to the asylum.

There's no record
of Mr. Foley.

William?
Are you all right?

He knows things, Julia.

He knows how I met Gillies,
what he did to Robert Perry.

He even used the phrase, "We're
going to have so much fun."

Wasn't that
on his filmed confession?

William, everything he told you
could have been gleaned

from newspapers
and court transcripts.

ATTORNEY: You admit
that you kidnapped Dr. Ogden

and buried her alive?

GILLIES: Well, it wouldn't have
been much of a game

if there were no stakes.

Here!
Start digging!

DR. OGDEN:
William! Help!

[ Panting ]

MURDOCH: Quickly!
She's running out of air!

Julia! God, please.

William!

It's all right.
You're with me now.

[ Both breathing heavily ]

I'm so sorry.

ATTORNEY: But Detective Murdoch
won that game, did he not?

Nicely played,
Detective Murdoch.

Looks like you win again.

I'm going to watch you hang in
person this time, Mr. Gillies.

I'm flattered.

Why do this?

You could have walked away
a free man.

I don't like to be bested.

You beat me the first time.
I wanted a rematch.

Well, the game
Is good and over now.

Driver.

ATTORNEY: Unfortunately,
you didn't hang, Mr. Gillies.

You escaped.

But instead of
securing your freedom,

you returned
to kill Dr. Ogden's husband

and frame her for the crime.

Why, Mr. Gillies?

GILLIES:
I was conducting an experiment.

Doesn't every man tell his
lover he would die for her?

But how many truly would?

Would you?

I know you'd fight for her,
to the death if necessary.

But to actually
trade your life?

That is my experiment,
Detective.

Does any of this
look familiar, Mr. Foley?

No.

Everything that you've told me
so far

can be found
in these documents.

So if I'm to believe that you
are possessed by James Gillies,

you'll have to tell me something
that only James Gillies knows.

[ Sighs ]

I'm waiting.

He wants to
speak to you again.

Very well.

Hello, Julia.

Do you remember
our last conversation?

[ Train chugging ]

Julia!
To what do I owe the pleasure?

I just wanted you to let you
know that I've made a request

to the Kingston coroner
to have your brain removed.

- My...
- Your brain, Mr. Gillies.

After you are executed,
of course.

Well, I'm flattered.

Something made you,
Mr. Gillies.

I believe you may have
some physical abnormality

that caused you
to become what you are.

- And what am I?
- A monster.

A monster?

You confessed
to killing six people.

One of which
was your late husband.

You still haven't
thanked me for that.

He... He was an innocent man...

Who was getting in the way

of you and the good detective's
happiness.

Now there's nothing between you
and the man of your dreams.

Aren't you happy?
Or do you feel guilty?

Why should I feel guilty?
You killed him.

Yes.

But you caused that.

He'd still be alive
if he hadn't met you.

You know when I'll be happy,
Mr. Gillies?

When I pronounce you dead.

Well, you'll just
have to wait

because that won't be happening
for some time.

Ask me why I want to live
so badly.

Why?

Because I'm not
done with you yet.

Aren't you curious
as to why I've come back?

Why have you?

I'm not done with you yet.

Julia.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Julia?

"I'm not done with you yet."

That's the last thing
he ever said to me.

Those exact words.

I've never told anyone
about that conversation.

Julia...

There's no other way
that Mr. Foley

could have known about that.

Oh, my God.
James Gillies is alive.

Julia, James Gillies is dead.

We've proven that.

Did we?

Is it possible someone
overheard that conversation?

No.

Which means
he must have communicated

with Mr. Foley after the bridge.

MURDOCH: Stop!

The water is too shallow.
You will be killed.

No!

Sir!

No!

Julia, that bridge
is 50 feet high.

The water was shallow.
There were rocks.

I barely
survived the jump myself.

Yes, but you did.

Which means
he could have as well.

Why did you jump?

He was getting away.

Any sign of him?

Sir, the river gets
fast and deep down there.

If he was still handcuffed,
there's no way...

You didn't see him?

- No, sir.
- George!

Sir, we'll keep looking.

We'll keep looking.
We'll find him.

It's over, William.
We have to believe that.

We lied to ourselves.

When the inspector told us
that they'd found his body,

we leapt to believe it.

We were stupid.
I was stupid.

The clothes on the corpse
were a match,

as were the height and weight.

We had no reason to believe

we hadn't found the body
of James Gillies.

Five feet, nine inches.

Gillies is five foot,
ten inches.

Bodies have been known
to shrink over time.

We can't afford to be wishful
about this.

We have to be exact.

It's is not an exact science,
William.

DR. GRACE: The hair
appears to be the same.

It exhibits the same curl.

Unfortunately, of course,

the left side of the face
is crushed.

There were rocks in the river.

He may have struck one
in the fall.

Or Gillies found someone
with similar features,

killed him,
and placed him in the river.

We could rebuild the face on
the intact part of the skull.

Would that be definitive?

Not definitive, no,

but possibly convincing,
one way or the other.

If this isn't Gillies...

Then he is alive,
and he will kill us.

Look. Remember when
Constable Crabtree shot him?

We never did
take out the bullet.

- The bullets match.
- I know.

You do?

We took some liberties
with the nose.

And the lips are always
a bit of a guessing game.

He's dead, William.
He's really dead.

We took liberties.
We guessed.

You were right, William.

He found a man with similar
features and killed him.

So he removed the bullet
from his own shoulder

and placed it in the corpse.

Knowing that that would be
the one piece of evidence

that would absolutely convince
us that it was his body.

But doesn't that suggest
that he intended to disappear

and never return?

So why is he back?

I-I don't know.
I don't know.

But until this is resolved,

I want a constable
at your side at all times.

If James Gillies is back,
he has a reason.

- Where is he?
- He's in my head.

He's not in your head.

You're working with him.
He's given you information.

- Now, where is he?
- No, I-I already told you.

You've told me
nothing but lies!

Stop, please,
you're hurting...

[ Groans ]

What's the voice in your head
saying now, Mr. Foley?

Oh, he's not saying anything.

He's just laughing.

[ Sobs ]

If I don't keep my temper,

I won't be able to
get to the bottom of this.

That's what demons do.
They bring out the worst in us.

That's just it, Julia.

Foley seems like
just a broken man.

He did kill two men.

And he knows things that
only Gillies could know.

- [ Knock on door ]
- Sir.

I've talked to the wives
of both victims.

What's their connection
to Gillies?

Unknown, sir.

Neither knew Jacob Foley,
James Gillies,

or even each other.

How odd.

What were they doing
in that rooming house?

Well, both men had
received letters from Foley

enticing them there, sir.

Did you write this?

No.

Do the names Robert Wilcox

and Gerrard Berkeley
mean anything to you?

No, sir.

I would like to speak
with Mr. Gillies again.

Hello, William.

Are you here
to beat up Mr. Foley again?

Tut-tut.

And I thought
I was the violent one.

Why kill Robert Wilcox
and Gerrard Berkeley?

Because of their names.

That's a clue, by the way.

What about their names?

I can't tell you that.

It won't be any fun
if I just give away the game.

What's the game?

The same as it's always been.

You and I having a ton of fun.

But at the end of the day,

someone wins and someone loses.

The question is, what are
you in danger of losing?

Or should I say, who?

Temper, temper, William.

Be a good boy,
and I'll give you a hint.

It's one I've given you before.

[ Chuckles ]

You really are wasting time,
Detective.

How much time do I have?

37 minutes,
by my calculations.

Less, if she loses faith
you'll find her in time.

You mean if she panics.

You've rigged
some sort of device

to be triggered
by her heart rate.

Oh, I like that.

I almost wish I'd done it,
but no.

You know what's funny?

Well, I guess you won't find it
that amusing,

but you will appreciate
the irony when you discover it.

Discover what?

That it was
you who killed her.

You were so hell-bent
on finding me,

you sealed her fate.

Of course,
I knew you'd do that.

You're so predictable.
It's really not fair.

Tell you what, Detective.
Here's a hint...

You already have all the clues
you need to find her.

The question is,

are you smart enough
to figure it out in time?

So you're saying I have
all of the clues already?

Until we meet again,
Detective.

- He's gone.
- What?

The voice.

I-It's gone.

[ Mechanical whirring ]

[ Screeching ]

Aah!

No! Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Mr. Foley.
Mr. Foley, stop.

Mr. Foley.

Mr. Foley!
Put down the gun!

[ Moans ]

- [ Gunshot ]
- No!

[ Body thuds ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

Mr. Foley was our only link
to James Gillies.

There's nothing
you could have done, William.

He said I have
all the clues I need.

Perhaps it's true.

I have only questions.

If Mr. Foley was in league
with James Gillies,

then why kill himself?

And if Gillies engineered
his suicide, then how?

Detective, Doctor.

DR. OGDEN:
What is it, Miss James?

We're not the first ones
in here.

Foley said the devil
entered him through his chest.

Open him up, Miss James.

His spleen has been removed.

And...

There's something
clipped onto his rib.

Good Lord!

There's wire attached.

It runs underneath the skin.

Follow it.

This was embedded in his skull,

right behind the left cochlea.

The wires
were threaded subcutaneously

between the muscles and skin.

It's a magnet and coil,
similar to a telephone speaker,

only it has no diaphragm.

It must have vibrated
directly against his skull.

It's a small wonder
it drove him mad.

What is it connected to?

Some sort of
wireless transmission device.

I'm going to need to speak
with Reginald Fessenden.

- Who's that?
- He's an inventor.

He specializes
in wireless voice transmission.

I believe he's currently working
at the Toronto Power House.

This was in a man's body?

Yes.

It looks like
a scaled-down version

of your electrolytic detector.

That's exactly what it is.
And I should know.

- I designed it.
- You did?

About six months ago,

I was asked to design a version
of my detector

small enough to be worn
on a person, not inside.

I was paid a commission
and given full patent rights.

Is this the man
that commissioned you?

We never met in person,
but I think not.

I was commissioned by a woman.

What was her name?

Gillian James.

MURDOCH: George, you interviewed
a woman earlier...

Blond hair, heavily rouged,

lives near
Veronica Bowden's home.

- Miss James.
- Yes. What's her address?

It's right here, sir.
Miss Gillian James.

Gillian James...

James Gillies!

Do you have an address?

Not for Miss James,
but I have an address

for where I sent
the design specifications.

Let's see.

740 Robert Street.
Leonard Wright.

Who's that?

The man who built this.

Henry.

- Sir?
- Go to 740 Robert Street.

Bring in a man
named Leonard Wright.

Be careful.
Bring a constable with you.

This man has worked
with James Gillies.

Sir.

What's this device capable of?

It can receive a signal
from a nearby source.

How nearby?

A city block.
Maybe two.

- Can it send signals out?
- Oh, heavens no.

It's strictly one-way.

William, if this device
is only one-way,

then how was Gillies able
to hear what we were saying?

William, what are you doing?

[ Whispering ] I'm looking
for a microphone.

There has to be a microphone.

Where does it go to?

He was right next door
the whole time.

"Detective Murdoch,
I'm sorry to have missed you.

I look forward
to seeing you very soon.

Remember, you have
all the clues you need.

James Gillies."

There was only one clue...
The victims' names.

- Robert Wilcox.
- And Gerrard Berkeley.

I've tried ciphers, anagrams,
everything.

Oh, sir,
I've spoken with Mr. Wright.

He's a jeweler who specializes
in microscopic construction.

He admits to building
the device, sir.

In fact, he was asked
to build two such devices.

Did you bring him in?

He's in the interview room,
Sir.

All right.

Sir,
this is probably nothing,

but 740 Robert Street
is at the intersection

of Robert and Willcocks.

Robert Wilcox.

I'm sure
it's just a coincidence.

No. No, Henry,
it isn't a coincidence.

This is the clue
that Gillies alluded to.

What's at the corner
of Gerrard and Berkeley?

Veronica Bowden's house.

She's the girl
that Gillies kidnapped.

Veronica, who took you
from your bed last night?

Was it a man or a woman?

A man.

A man.
Um, did you know him?

No.

What did the man look like?

I never saw him.
I was sleeping.

Veronica, did this man
hurt you in any way?

No, he was nice. He said
we were playing hide and seek.

Hmm?

Did he say
who you were hiding from?

You.
But you found me.

Yes. Yes, I did.

Veronica, did the man
ever make a voice like this?

DOLL: Help me,
Detective Murdoch!

I've lost my head.
Can you help me find it?

No.

No.

Well, thank you.

But he said
you were a bad person

and that
you aren't very clever.

MURDOCH:
Do you remember me?

Yes. You're the detective who
found me when I was kidnapped.

That's right, Miss Bowden.
I'm Detective Murdoch.

Do you remember the man
who kidnapped you?

His name was James Gillies.

That's right.

Has he contacted you
or your mother?

I thought he was dead.

So did I.

Are you here about the doll?

What doll?

It arrived yesterday.

DR. OGDEN:
Please stop.

No, don't!
William, please help me.

That's Julia.

George, he has Julia!

It doesn't work.
It just makes a crackling sound.

- [ Static crackling ]
- See? I told you.

DR. OGDEN:
Hello. City morgue.

- It's working now.
- MURDOCH: Julia.

- DR. OGDEN: William?
- Meet me back at the hotel.

DR. OGDEN: Right now?

Are you finished
at the Bowden House?

MURDOCH:
Meet me back at the hotel

and I'll tell you all about it.

DR. OGDEN:
Hello. City morgue.

That's a funny message
to put in a doll.

Hey!

The message wasn't for you.
It was for me.

[ Gasps ]

Julia!

Hello, Detective.
How nice of you to drop in.

- Where is she?
- Who?

Oh. Julia?
She's at the morgue.

You're so gullible.

When I suggested
you may lose someone,

you assumed
I meant your wife.

- Who, then?
- You remember this little fella?

Roland.

I've been watching you,
Detective.

These last few years I've basked
in the glow of your happiness.

You got married.
You're building her a house.

It seems as though
you're constructing

a tiny, perfect little life.

Be such a shame
to see that all come undone.

What do you want with me,
Gillies?

Well, I need your help
with something

I'm having
a little trouble with.

Help with what?

I want you to kill me.

Kill you?

Why?

Look at me.

What happened to you?

I jumped off a bridge,
remember?

I smashed my face on one rock,
crushed my spine on another.

Do you know what happens
to a spine when it's crushed?

It severs the spinal cord.

If you're lucky.

If you're unlucky,

it merely drives bone shards
into your vertebral nerves.

You're in pain.

Pain?

It is agony at the center of
every thought, every dream.

You see [Grunts]

I've tried opiates, but, see,
they just dull the mind.

And a mind like mine, well,

that's like painting over
the Sistine Chapel.

Why not kill yourself?

Because I want my life
to be taken

by the object
of my admiration and ardor.

Ardor?

Don't you remember
our moment on the bridge?

Hi.

I'm not going to shoot you,
Mr. Gillies.

But if it's any consolation,

I will watch you hang.

Oh, I won't hang.

No, the shock of the force
ripping apart my vertebrae

while I'm still conscious,
it terrifies me.

The lecture you gave left
quite an indelible impression.

Heroin is wonderful,
but too much can be deadly,

as I'm sure you know.

His eyes will roll back,

and he'll just stop breathing.

Painless.

I know what you're thinking.

Can you get to me
before I get to him?

At what point
does the risk of his death

trump your desire
to see justice done?

[ Gun clicks ]

Ohh, my goodness.

You took the bullets out.

All but one.

[ Exhales sharply ]

I needed to know,
and now I do.

See, I wanted to die, I did,
but when you pulled the trigger,

all I could think was "not yet."

There's still so much
I want to do.

Now drop that gun

or say goodbye
to this little chap.

If you hurt him...

William,
I want to thank you.

You have given me
the gift of life,

a new sense of purpose.

For that I thank you.

We are going to have
so much...

The act of hanging a man

requires a rigorous application
of Newtonian principles.

Can anyone tell me
the variables required

to determine
the amount of force

needed to break a neck?

Anyone? Mr. Gillies?

Force is simply the product
of mass times acceleration.

Exactly.

Or in this case,

rapid deceleration
as the rope snaps taut.

I think this is all
in utterly poor taste.

A rubber bullet?

As I said,

I intended to see you hang.

Goodbye, Mr. Gillies.

[ "After the Ball" plays ]

♪ After the ball is over ♪

♪ After the break of morn ♪

♪ After the dancers' leaving ♪

♪ After the stars are gone ♪

♪ Many a heart is aching ♪

♪ If you could read them all ♪

♪ Many the hopes
that have vanished ♪

♪ After the ball