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Did you read in the Sunday
Gazette about Britain's

Discovery Expedition to the Antarctic?

Yes. 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.
- Hmm.

(low rumbling)

(woman screaming) (Woman): What?

(loud rumbling) (people
shouting and screaming)

(horse neighing) William!

(loud rumbling)

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 tunnelled up

from the earth to rob a jeweller's?

I think the hole is your answer, George.

The question is: where
did the tunnel originate?

Well, we've checked all the surrounding
buildings. There's no sign of any tunnelling.

The entrance to the tunnel
must be nearby, George.

This would have taken a long time to dig.

Well, I dare say, sir. I once dug out

my Aunt Magnolia's cellar. I started
in on a hole not much wider than this;

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 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
a 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 Yucatan.

- 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.
- Well, 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 back-filled 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.

(Brackenreid chuckles.)

You expect me to believe
that some local thief

has built a machine capable of tunnelling
through the middle of the earth?

Uh, 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 deposit 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...

tens of thousands of dollars, maybe more.

And the estimated value
of the stolen diamonds?

- Approximately $2,000.
- (Brackenreid chuckles.)

Not exactly a money-maker, 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 are 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.

(knocking) 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 have been robbed. Thousands
and thousands and thousands!

Everything gone! You degenerate thief!

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 jeweller's in the city.

- Every jeweller'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.
- Mm.

(audience chatting)

Thank you all for coming today.

As the resident geologist of
the Ontario Provincial Museum,

I've been given the great
honour in cataloguing

many of the finds of our speaker today.

Museums attract the strangest types.

(Geologist clears his throat.)

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 Yucatan,

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.

(audience murmuring)

Stop pussyfooting around the truth, Emily.

You thought her theories were ludicrous.

I am a long way from believing
in a race of human-like

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.

(Both giggle.)

- Good afternoon, Doctors.
- George.

Emily, would you care to join me for lunch?

There's a man here from Coney
Island selling "hotdogs."

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
the 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.

Oh, well, Doctor, that's very kind
of you, but I had to work anyway.

I've been at the jeweller'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 have recently been informed
of the 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 tunnelling up

to steal our diamonds, and...
and then tunnelling 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 jeweller'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 have 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.

- It 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 travelling
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 tunnelling
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 the 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.

Huh.

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.

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 travelling 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 travelled in.

But, sir. If our thief
is from the Hollow Earth,

he would be travelling
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 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. No, sir, by sound,

of course. They're like bats.
They emit this high-pitched...

"Ni! Ni!"

- And it bounces through the tunnels and...
- George,

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

They're allergic to
sunlight. 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

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, and
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, Miss Gordon, I did
not mean to offend you.

No, please. I appreciate the scepticism.

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.
- (Emily laughing)

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.

He's crisscrossed the whole neighbourhood.

Sir, there's too many
paths for us to follow.

(Murdoch sighs.) 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?

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 a hundred 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.
- (Higgins): 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 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 hotdogs were very
popular and they may run out.

- Yes, but the hotdogs are...
- (low rumbling)

(glass breaking) (people shouting)

(shouting and screaming) (rumbling)

(glass breaking) (rumbling)

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

- George, what's happening?!
- (yelling and screaming)

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
thingamajiggy for that, don't you, Murdoch?

I will soon.

(small motor buzzing)

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 discern its intensity.

Oh, it's hardly
rudimentary, sir. Well done.

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 epicentre.

Indeed.

Since our underground thief is on the move,

it's difficult to discern
one single epicentre.

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.

(Higgins sighs.)

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.
- (phone ringing)

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 hotdog 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!

Henry, the Detective says that you...

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

Constable, stop tying up the line!

(phone ringing)

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

- [Uh, terribly sorry sir.]
- (rumbling)

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?

Quite the contrary, sir.
If the readings have stopped

altogether, that means the
digging machine has stopped.

- [All we need to do now is calculate where he is.]
- Oh.

Sir. The last of the
readings from the constables.

You were right, sir. They
all end at 20 past nine.

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.

I'll have to let them in.

Constable Crabtree.

Can I be of assistance?

(camera click) My largest
diamond, a gift for my wife.

That's a rather attractive-looking
piece of jewellery.

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.

Dr. Martin Roome, perhaps?

I have no idea who that is.

When did this suitor give
you the piece of jewellery?

- 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 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.
- And I assume you have an alibi

for your whereabouts these past few nights?

Other than this evening, no.

I... 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, travelling,
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 favour of detaining Miss Gordon

while we continue to search the museum,

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

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.

(door opening) 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 v

Is it true she's a criminal?

We have suspicions that she's
involved in this string of robberies.

(phone ringing)

Detective William Murdoch. Henry?

Slow down, Henry.

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've installed seismographs
across the city,

and if we can get the
information from them,

hopefully I'll be able to track him.

Sir. 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 travelling 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!

- (rumbling)
- 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?

(loud drilling)

(Rumbling stops.) (Miss Gordon screams.)

- Miss Gordon!
- She's still in the building.

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

see what 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.

They found 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 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 Seven Woodhill Lane.
George, find the inspector

and the constables and
tell him the address...

- just north of Bloor Street.
- Sir.

Herbert?

Please, let me explain.

I've watched you from afar for so long.

- (pounding on door)
- This is Detective Murdoch of the Toronto Constabulary!

Open the door and give yourself up!

We need an axe or a hammer or something.

That 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 built this?

I built it for you.

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.

(machine starting up) Stand back.

Get back!

Look at this rubbish, Murdoch.

"Mole People Biding Their Time?"

These idiots know that
that thief buried himself

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

Lotsa drivel.

- 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.

Ahh, 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 real Mole Men

have yet to make contact
with this world. Ah.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Mmm!
- Mm?

Delicious.

Honestly, George.

(man): Ni!

In the name of god, I killed her.

I suspect there will
be no rest for this man.

As I said, detective, this

is definitely Mrs. Roundhill.

Why would Roundhill confess to a murder

that he didn't commit?

Then who did?

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