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- Kinetoscope number three.
- Right over here.

It will be one penny.

_

(GASPING)

No!

Ah!

- Shot, you think?
- Hmm...

More likely stabbed,

- with something narrow.
- A letter opener?

Possibly.

_

Sir.

A fingermark. In some blood.

It's likely a thumbmark.

Less than 24 hours old.

- We'll compare it to the ones we have on file.
- Excuse me, please.

You can't go in there, sir.

I am here to see Detective Murdoch.

Mr. Tesla.

It appears we are to renew
our acquaintance, Detective.

Once again under tragic circumstances.

What do you know of this, Mr. Tesla?

His name is Julius Bosworth.

- He was an inventor like me.
- Did you know him well?

We were engaged in a
correspondence. He was seeking advice.

His investor was about to pull out.

Alas, I was in same boat.

Yes. I read that you had lost funding

- for your Long Island experiments.
- I seek a better world.

J.P. Morgan seeks only money.

So I could only advise
as to methods and theory.

What are you doing here?

He said he was close to success

and wanted me to share in it.

Instead, when I arrived he was dead

and some of his equipment
had been removed.

What was he working on?

Mr. Bosworth was working on a
device to render objects invisible.

- Morning, gentlemen.
- Ah, Inspector!

Welcome back! How was New York?

- Too hot. Too crowded. Too bloody big.
- Glad to be home, then?

A man's got to earn a living,
Crabtree. And I'm not exactly home.

I've taken a flat in a
house further down my street.

Sir, I'm sorry to hear that.

Eh. Where's Murdoch?

Sir, he's at the scene of
a murder with Nikola Tesla.

Field equations. I assume
you would understand.

Yes, he was working on the
problem of magnetic resonance.

These are my letters.

August 22nd. Two weeks ago.

Yes. I believe that was
the last one I wrote.

- Is that blood?
- I believe so.

It's been here for some time. I
don't believe it's from the murder.

Invisibility?

You're having me on. That's impossible.

- Isn't it?
- Air is invisible. Glass and water almost.

- Why?
- No theory accounts for it.

You are not familiar with the
journal Annalan Der Physik?

- I don't read German.
- You must.

A recent article has solved the problem.

See, light can be understood
as packets of energy

that are either absorbed
or reflected by atoms.

If these atoms could be
magnetically realigned,

packets of specific energy
will pass through unperturbed.

Rendering the object invisible.

And that's what this Bosworth
fellow was trying to do?

Precisely.

It's all bollocks if you ask me.

(KNOCKING) Uh, Sirs.

Miss Hart has some results for you, sir.

- Oh, very good. Mr. Tesla, care to join me?
- Of course.

What's your opinion on this
invisibility business, Crabtree?

- Or need I ask.
- Sir, frankly, it disturbs me.

I can see how it might
be to my advantage

to make certain objects invisible.

Things I don't want
other people to steal.

But what happens if you've
forgotten what you've done with it?

You'd never find it again.
And next thing you know,

we're all tripping
over invisible objects

other people have left lying around.

Sir, what happens if you're walking
down the road and there's a hole,

someone's made it invisible,
you fall in and break your leg?

An invisible hole?

- Julia, you remember...
- Mr. Tesla!

How wonderful to see you again.

- And you, Doctor.
- Are you in town long?

Until we can solve the
murder of my colleague.

Oh yes, I heard. How terrible.

We're off to the morgue,
actually, if you'd care to join?

Actually, I'm here to see Constable
Crabtree for writing advice.

Good idea.

Am I interrupting, George?

Well, I've been charged
with matching the fingermarks

found at the crime scene
with those in our files.

And while the Detective's
classification system does...

If it's a bad time...

Doctor, you would be
relieving me of a great tedium.

Well, I was wondering
if you wouldn't mind

giving our manuscript a quick read.

It's done then, is it?

Well, writing is never
quite done, is it?

Always room to improve.

I've managed to liven up the forensics,

but I'm afraid William's
portion is a bit dry.

He does tend to be... precise.

He thinks that our book is an
investigative manual and that's that!

So I was wondering...

- I can... have a look and provide some thoughts.
- Wonderful.

Or, if you'd like to try your
hand at... improving it...

- Doctor, I don't know about that...
- Anything you can manage.

It would be greatly appreciated.

He was stabbed in the left ventricle.

The entry wound was very small.

A screwdriver, perhaps?

That would be my guess.

The depth of the wound was four inches

but the shaft could have been longer.

Have you established the time of death?

Between 10:30 and midnight.

(SNORING)

- George!
- Sir!

Have you found a match for the
fingermark we found at the scene yet?

Sir, I'm working on that right now.

George, we classified that fingermark

as a right thumb Reverse whorl-3.

There can't be more than a
dozen comparables in there.

Sir, I apologize. I fell asleep.

Sir, a woman has just reported
Professor Bosworth missing.

Please show her to my office, Henry.

- Please, have a seat, Miss...
- Rossini.

Fiona Rossini.

I'm Detective William
Murdoch. This is Mr. Tesla.

- Nikola Tesla?
- Oh, you have heard of me?

Professor Bosworth talked about you.

How is it you know
Professor Bosworth?

We live in the same house.
I have the flat below him.

I haven't seen him in days
and I'm worried about him.

Why is that?

Because he came to
see me the other night

and he was bleeding quite badly.

He said he had cut himself
at work. He's always working.

- When was this?
- Night before last.

No, sorry.

The night before the night before last.

- So, three nights ago.
- Uh-huh.

That could explain the bloody
rags we found in the laboratory.

What did Professor Bosworth
come to see you about?

He had a box he wanted me to keep.

- A box?
- Mm-hmm.

About this big. Made of wood.

He said he wanted me to keep it
in case anyone tried to steal it.

I said: "Professor, you're
bleeding!" He said it was nothing.

But it bled a lot!

That was the last I saw of him.

Oh! I don't know if I want to do this.

He was such a nice man and I've
never seen anyone dead before.

That's not Professor Bosworth.

- It's not?
- No.

The Professor is balding
with a moustache and

not terribly handsome. Though
don't say that I said that.

Oh, I'm so relieved!

Though I suppose I
shouldn't be too happy.

After all, this fellow's dead
and you don't even know who it is.

Miss Rossini, we'll be needing
to have a look at that box.

Oh no, I can't give that
to anyone. He was adamant.

As am I, Miss Rossini.

So it wasn't Professor Bosworth?

Apparently I had made
an erroneous assumption.

Which means we still need
to identify our victim.

I'll contact the other Station Houses,

see if anyone has been reported missing.

Also see that his
photograph is distributed.

Oh, and find out what you
can about Madventure Capital.

Sir.

Sir, I found a match for
our bloody fingermark.

An ex-convict by the
name of Sam Marshall.

Very good. Bring him in.

- Is this Bosworth, then?
- I believe it is, sir.

No, it can't be.

Bloody hell.

It really is invisible.

So apparently not bollocks.

- I knew it could work! I knew it!
- Or it's a trick.

Why would Bosworth do that? He
is a scientist, not a charlatan.

More to the point, why was he trying
to hide this film, and from who?

- Whom.
- I don't know.

And who's the dead
body in Bosworth's lab?

I don't know,

but I wonder if the man who
left the bloody fingermark

will have an answer to that question.

You're wasting your time.

To the contrary, Mr. Marshall.

You left a bloody fingermark
at the scene of the crime

which matches exactly the fingermarks

we have on file for you.

All right, I was there.

But I didn't kill him.

Didn't kill who?

Whoever you think I did.

Perhaps this will jog your memory.

That's not the man I...

That's the man...

Please, continue.

I've got nothing to say.

Mr. Marshall, I have
enough here to hang you

for the murder of this man.

- Yeah, but I didn't...
- Who is he?

- I don't know his name.
- But you recognized him.

You said he was the man who... what?

What did he do?

Mr. Marshall. If we
end this interview now,

you will hang for the
murder of this man.

- Constable, Mr. Marshall doesn't seem...
- He hired me.

To do what?

Did he hire you

to kill this man two days ago?

I've said all I'm gonna say.

Because if he did, you will
be interested in knowing

that you did not succeed.

- He's alive?
- He's wounded, but not fatally.

The charge will be attempted murder.

So you'll escape the
noose, if you confess.

I was hired by him to kill him.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I didn't ask.

- So you stabbed him.
- Maybe.

- Yes.
- And you left him for dead in his laboratory.

Yes.

Who is this man?

I don't know his name.

I'm not lying!

But I know who knows him.

I've seen him once before
with Simon and Ted Alvin.

The sons of Percival Alvin.

- The banker?
- How do you know them?

I've done a few odd jobs for 'em.

So we don't know who the dead man is,

only that he hired this
chap to kill Bosworth.

Is it possible that Bosworth
figured it out and took revenge?

If he did, I would not blame him.

I'd like to know who hired someone
to kill Professor Bosworth and why.

Henry, please bring in Simon and
Theodore Alvin for questioning.

Right away, sir.

Look at this.

- Buggalugs!
- Sir!

- This is...
- Perhaps we could have a word in your office.

Dr. Ogden asked that I
read it and give advice.

Did she ask you to rewrite any aspect?

She seemed to suggest that
if I had any specific thoughts

I might include them.

I understand.

She wants it to be entertaining.

Sir...

She's not wrong.

For example,

that you map out your thoughts
on a blackboard is interesting,

but as far as a technical assessment

of the physical properties of chalk,

perhaps that would be best
consigned to some sort of appendix.

- I suppose if it's properly footnoted.
- Sir, it's not just that.

This is the dullest thing
I've ever read in my life.

And I've read telephone
books. At your insistence.

George. The purpose of this
book is not to entertain.

It is to educate.

Yes, but sir, surely for one to
be educated, one must remain awake.

I dare say if I was pitched
in battle with a lion

and this was read aloud to a bullhorn,

I might make it to the end
with just a couple of yawns,

but after lunch, sitting
at my desk, impossible.

Yes, well, Dr. Ogden's solution
is to inject her writing with puns.

Oh, her jokes are terrible, sir!

Your writing makes me
want to fall asleep.

Hers makes me want to
light this document on fire

for the good of humanity.

No, that's all right, George.

The truth hurts, but
the truth is necessary.

But that's just it,
sir, it's not all bad.

I just think you're missing
some of the best parts.

I mean, instead of giving
us detailed instructions

on how to build a
transmitter and receiver,

tell us the story behind it.

How, years ago, you and Mr.
Tesla built such a device

that elicited an actual
confession to a real murder.

That would really be something.

I mean, the bits and bobs
of its actual construction

could be left to...

The appendix.

Or a separate volume altogether.

- Simon Alvin.
- That's me.

- And you're Theodore Alvin.
- I go by Ted.

Do either of you know this man?

No.

- Never seen him.
- Does the name Professor Bosworth mean anything?

Never heard of him.

- What about this man?
- Oh my Lord!

- My God, he's...
- Dead.

- How?
- Why? Why did this happen?

- Who is he?
- Adam Bester.

He was a friend.

Well, your friend hired a
former employee of your father's

to kill this man.

- We don't know anything about that.
- We?

How do you know what he knows?

- Are you two in cahoots over this?
- (BOTH): Not at all.

If they're not in cahoots,

they still know more
than they're letting on.

I agree. Ah, gentlemen.

Tomorrow I want you to determine
our victim's last steps,

as well as any connection he may
have had to Professor Bosworth

and Simon and Theodore Alvin.

Right. I'm off. Good evening, gentlemen.

(WHISTLING)

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOPRANO SINGING)

(KNOCKING)

Verna Jones.

- Welcome to the neighbourhood, Tommy.
- (CHUCKLING)

I'm still on the same
street. Please, do come in.

You've just moved in.

You require... hospitality.

And evidently a woman's touch.

Is that La Boheme?

You've got an Edison!

My treat to myself.

Margaret didn't care for opera.

Oh, poor you.

My Jack loved opera. He'd wear his
top hat, I'd get all dressed up...

This is a meat pie.

You can eat it cold or heat it up.

- Thank you.
- You know how to light the stove?

It's just a stove.

It's a gas stove.

Jack bought me one last year.

- You have to light the pilot first.
- The what?

The pilot.

The stove top you can light directly,

but the oven, you have
to light the pilot first.

- Or what?
- Your apartment blows up.

If I hear an explosion, I'll
know you didn't take my advice.

We must do something about this.

So, when this package of light energy

hits an atom,

it dislodges an electron.

Which would explain the
photoelectric effect.

But if the atoms are
realigned with magnets...

Resonating magnetic
field, to be precise.

Well, then the light
simply passes right through.

That is correct.

That's fantastic.

Who proposed this theory?

A man by the name of Einsteen.

Albert. No, Alfred.

He's written a few articles of late.

The last one was: On the
Electro-Dynamics of Moving Bodies.

That sounds fascinating.

It is not as intriguing
as the title suggests.

All about matter and energy

and its relationship to the
speed of light. (MOCK SNORING)

(LAUGHING)

It has no practical value.

Do you recall our first conversation?

We speculated on the possibility
of converting light energy

into a modulated electrical signal

- which could be transmitted and then received.
- Of course.

We called it tele-vision.

It sounds as though this Einsteen fellow

has described its underlying theory.

We should build it.

I have a murder case to
solve first, Mr. Tesla.

I will acquire the necessary materials.

Sir. I checked into Madventure Capital.

They specialize in
risky commercial loans.

How is our victim,
Mr. Bester, connected?

He owned it, along
with Ted and Simon Alvin.

Odd that they didn't mention that.

Who wants to bet their company
invested in Bosworth's invention?

Bring them back in, Henry.

And George, did you find out
about our victim's last movements?

Sir, I spoke to the maid,

she said he received some
sort of distressing phone call,

left for an arcade off Yonge
St. She never saw him again.

Yes.

He was here a few days
ago. Asked for machine 3.

What's on machine 3?

It used to be a dog doing
tricks, but it's been changed.

What is it now?

It's hard to explain.
It needs to be seen.

Although, there is a bit of a wait.

It is our most popular film.

I'll see it now.

Of course.

Excuse me.

_

_

I'm sorry, but I'm drawing the
line. An invisible man is impossible.

It could be possible if he's
realigning his constituent atoms.

But, sir, how is he eating or drinking?

I mean, should we be on the lookout

for undigested porridge
floating about in midair?

That's the other thing I don't
like about this invisibility.

Perhaps he's fasting.

Or realigning his constituent
atoms after every meal.

There is equipment missing
from the lab. That could be why.

So an invisible killer is
running amok. Excellent.

What have you, George?

- Sir, we've not been able to locate Simon Alvin.
- And Theodore?

He was killed in the
same manner as Mr. Bester.

Small piercing wound to the heart.

Screwdriver?

That was my guess. (SIGHING)

So Bosworth is going
after them one at a time.

Where's Tweedledee?

Simon Alvin discovered his
brother's body and fled the scene.

We haven't been able to locate him.

Thank you.

_

Gift. From a friend.

So is the brother a suspect, then?

No, but very likely the next victim.

- We need to bring him in.
- So how are you going to find him?

If he's hiding from an invisible man,

- he's hiding from you too.
- (VOICES)

Not necessarily.

We both received telegrams

to go to Plimley's Arcade
and watch machine 3.

Mr. Alvin, please, have a seat.

- He could have slipped in here ahead of us.
- Who?

Bosworth, of course.

He intends to kill us all
with an invisible screwdriver.

Why would he do that?

Because we had plans to discontinue
our investment in his projects.

- Why?
- Because we didn't think it was going to work.

- Well, it does.
- Clearly.

Please...

So Professor Bosworth

planned to kill you because

you had lost faith in a project
he knew to be successful.

So why not simply
demonstrate its feasibility

and secure financing elsewhere?

Who knows? The man is clearly a lunatic.

So, you had no idea
that the project worked

until you saw the film
at the arcade today?

- Yes.
- Then how did you know about the invisible screwdriver?

That wasn't on the kinetoscope reel.

That was part of this film.

Which Bosworth used to show
you that his device worked.

But instead of ramping
up your investment,

- you conspired to kill him.
- That is total speculation.

I'm not going to stand
for it. You can charge me

with whatever you will. I
will make my case in court.

You're right.

I don't yet have enough
evidence to hold you.

- You're free to go.
- No. If I leave, he's going to kill me.

Then give me a reason
to keep you in here.

(SIGHING)

Professor Bosworth had plans
to stage a public demonstration

in order to secure more
funding for his project.

What he failed to realise
is that invisibility is...

most valuable when
no one knows about it.

Ah.

Hard to keep secrets from
someone you don't know is there.

State secrets. Industrial secrets.

We would have been the
richest men in the world.

But first you had to kill him.

But we didn't succeed. So protect me.

- Mr. Tesla?
- Ah!

It is called a Nipkow disk.

It is perforated in such a way

that, as it turns, it sweeps
past every point in an image.

(LAUGHING)

As it does, the light
produces a modulated current

that can be transmitted
by wire to a receiver.

Or recorded onto a wax cylinder.

I would contend magnetic
wire is superior.

My problem is how to modulate

the light intensity
at the receiving end.

Send the signal through
a telephone receiver,

but instead of attaching
the magnet to a diaphragm...

- Attach it to a fine-toothed comb.
- Oh...

As the magnet moves, the amount
of light getting through changes.

What's all this, then?

It's something Mr. Tesla and I...

It is tele-vision.

What?

It's a means by which to convert
moving images into electrical signal.

Will it help catch an invisible man?

(WOMAN SPEAKING AGITATEDLY)

Miss Rossini? Is everything all right?

- The professor came to see me last night.
- He did?

- You saw him?
- No, not exactly.

He made me turn out the lights,

and then he put a blindfold on me.

I thought perhaps he'd suffered
some terrible deformity.

- What did he want?
- He'd come for his box.

And when I told him you had it,

he became very angry.

What's happened to him, Detective?

What's going on?

He has made himself
invisible. That is what happened.

- Invisible?
- It appears he is attempting

to exact revenge on all those
he feels have wronged him.

But... but I wronged him.

I let you have the box. I...

He's here.

He's what?

I can smell his pipe tobacco.

(SNIFFING) Now that she mentions it.

Yes, I smell it as well.

He must have followed me
here. Ah!! He touched me!!

Shut all the doors!

Good thinking. We'll trap him.

Alright. No one move.

He's here inside the Station House.

We'll clear the offices one at a time,

but first, I want silence.

- Listen.
- (FLOOR CREAKING)

Look for any sign of
movement. Don't let him escape.

- Bloody hell. Shut the door!
- Shut the door!

Well, if he was here, he's escaped now.

Sirs, we've got a problem.

Miss Rossini?

Is he still out there?

If he was here, he's since fled.

Hold it. Bosworth was
here? In the Station House?

Oi! You keep your nose out of this.

Hey, I gave your confession
in exchange for protection.

Henry, please escort Miss Rossini home.

- And ensure that her room is unoccupied.
- Sir.

I want protection!

You'll need protection from me
if you don't keep your mouth shut.

He's right, sir. We do
owe him our best efforts.

We'll have a constable
in the cells at all times.

All the doors stay locked.

Not even an invisible
man can get through bars.

Sir. There is a set of keys missing.

What if he took them?

We would have seen the keys
floating through the air.

Not if we weren't looking at that time.

Well, I say we wait for him. He's
been in here once and got away.

- More likely he's getting cocky.
- How will we know if he's here?

Even an invisible man has to open doors.

We need to be alert.
Keep our eyes wide open.

Eyes do not stay open.
They blink. They turn away.

It may only be for a moment,
but a moment is all he needs.

So what do you suggest?

We need an unblinking eye that
remembers everything that it sees.

Tele-vision.

With tele-vision, we
can review events such as

doors opening and closing,
objects moving by themselves...

Which will tell us when
he's in the Station.

- They will be the eyes that never close.
- They?

We're building four
sensors and one monitor.

So quickly?

Well, the Nipkow disks
have already been drilled.

Mr. Tesla is obtaining
selenium from the university.

The rest is just a reworking
of existing devices.

All to catch an invisible
man that can't possibly exist.

Oh?

Last night you embraced the idea.

Well, I accept that
atoms could be re-aligned

to allow light through an object,

but our bodies are living systems

in a constant state of renewal.

Even if one doesn't eat, every breath

brings in a flood of
non-realigned atoms.

Perhaps, but air is invisible.

Yes, but those atoms
will join with other atoms

to form molecules which
are, in fact, visible.

What does Alfred Epstein
have to say about that?

- What's all this, then?
- Ah, sir, have a look.

Bloody hell. He made it
invisible. You made it invisible.

It's a magician's trick.

The same that Dr. Roberts
used in his time machine.

Oh, right. I remember.

And what about invisible Bosworth?

Well, his suit would have to
be specifically constructed, but

you can see how it could work.

But what are the bandages
clinging to if not his head?

- Follow me.
- He's very good.

Heavily starched and
wrapped around a balloon.

(POPPING)

Also a trick.

I confess I am disappointed

that you would seek a
conventional explanation.

- It's what I do.
- Let me get this straight.

He's now NOT invisible.

- We don't know that for certain.
- I suspect not.

And he wasn't in the Station.

It was just our
imaginations running amok.

- There's more.
- Of course there is. There always is.

Are we transmitting?

We are now receiving the
signal from the jail cells.

Adjust the primary comb...

And now the speed of the motor.

There.

- This is happening right now?
- It is, sir.

- How wonderful! You got it to work!
- We certainly did.

And we can also select other sensors.

- Is that us?
- (GASPING)

(LAUGHING)

Congratulations, gentlemen,
on your new invention.

Whatever good it's for.

Right then, I'll bid you all goodnight.

You're leaving? We should celebrate!

I have an opera to attend.

You know, I'm sure you could find a way

to transmit this to our house
and you could watch it all night.

It would indeed be possible.

Everyone in the world could
have tele-vision in their homes.

Oh, I think it's best not.

The weak-minded would waste
half of their lives observing it.

It is fascinating to
think that I'm watching

what's happening right now.

William! Look!

Where's Henry?

(GASPING)

I was just checking the doors
when I was grabbed from behind.

A rag was pushed into my face,

and the next I knew, Dr.
Ogden was shaking me awake.

He'd been chloroformed.

He must have used the stolen key

to access the back
door to the jail room.

There.

He IS invisible.

I was wrong and it cost
our prisoner his life.

We were both wrong, William.

On the contrary. I
can say with certainty

that your original
assumption was correct.

He is not invisible at all.

- But the tele-vision shows...
- The tele-vision is our proof!

Have you ever seen Bosworth

in this image?

- (TOGETHER): No.
- Exactly.

Professor Bosworth's realignment

is only effective for light
in the very narrow part

of the electromagnetic
spectrum that humans can see.

If Mr. Einsteen's
theory is correct...

Wavelengths outside the visual
range would also dislodge electrons.

- And if Bosworth were really here...
- We would be able

- to see him on the tele-vision.
- So the fact that we can't

means that he's not invisible.

- What can I offer you?
- What have you got?

- Whiskey.
- It better be scotch.

(CHUCKLING)

I don't drink anything else.

Got any cigars?

I've never seen a woman smoke a cigar.

Jack hated it.

So does Margaret.

She won't even let me
kiss her afterwards.

- Oh, Thomas.
- Oh, Verna.

It feels funny saying
your name like that.

It felt nice to hear it.

I don't think I'm ready to
give up on Margaret just yet.

Even if she won't have you back?

I'm sorry.

Narrow gauge filament

can be very difficult to see.

As long as the line is kept taut.

But when was it set up?

Constable Higgins was in
the cells the whole time.

Unless...

What if this is the moment
when Henry was attacked?

Could this be Professor Bosworth?

He never shows his face to the sensor.

No, he doesn't.

And look.

With one hand he's checking the locks,

and with the other hand he's
stringing along the filament.

We've been fooled.

Well, how did he stab him, then?

He shot a bolt. Likely
with a small crossbow.

- How did he get the bolt back?
- Filament.

He was harpooned, then?

Right. So Bosworth never was invisible.

Neither was the screwdriver.

The film was made to lure the
investors into providing more funds.

But wait a minute. He
had the jail cell keys.

I mean, if he was visible,
we would've seen him.

Somebody must have
been working with him.

- It wasn't one of our own, was it?
- I don't think so.

There was one other
person in the Station House

at the time the key went missing.

Miss Rossini led us to believe
Bosworth was in the Station House.

Ah!! He touched me!!

No one was watching
her. Shut all the doors!

We were all looking
for an invisible man.

- That's bloody brilliant.
- Have the constables check the train stations.

- They may be trying to escape.
- Where are you off to?

To find her. Or them.

George and I will begin at her house.

- Anything upstairs?
- No, sir.

Have a look at this.

The Great Rossini?! Did
you ever see him, sir?

I'm not much for carnival shows.

Oh, sir, he was incredible. He
would make his daughter disappear.

He would put her in one of these chests,

and the next thing
you know, she was gone.

His daughter, George.

- Do you think...
- Fiona Rossini

is the Great Rossini's daughter.

You're probably right, sir.

Ah. George.

Sir.

Salt.

Good lord.

- Sir, isn't that...
- Professor Bosworth.

But if he's dead...

Then Fiona Rossini is the invisible man.

When my father died,
I inherited his act,

but I had no heart for it.

I bought the house and took boarders.

Including Professor Bosworth.

We fell in love.

He was so brilliant.

So driven to prove
his device could work.

But it didn't.

He felt he was close.

He was corresponding with Mr. Tesla.
He just needed a little more time.

A little more money.

- But the investors balked.
- He was crushed.

So I said to him:

"If you believe, make them believe."

So you made the
screwdriver appear invisible

and they fell for it.

And so they decided to kill him.

And you set out for revenge.

And what better way
than to make them believe

the man they tried to
kill was now invisible

and coming after them?

And the police would
forever be searching

for an invisible man
that does not exist.

How did you figure it out?

A wondrous invention.

Tele-vision.

Once again, Detective, we
used physics to solve a murder.

And had some fun while you were at it.

Are you going to patent
this tele-vision of yours?

What is to patent?

We didn't do anything that wouldn't
be obvious to any scientist.

Besides, it would be of
limited interest to the public.

Thank you, Detective Murdoch.

Invisibility, on the other hand...

(LAUGHING)

I had a visit from George, by the way.

Yes. I've given him permission
to 'improve' our manuscript.

Well, he suggested that we
arrange the book case by case.

I thought perhaps we would call it

The Cases of Detective
Murdoch and Doctor Ogden.

Or The Murdoch Casefiles.

- Am I not to be in the title at all?
- (LAUGHING)

Was it not you that told me

that a writer needs
to have a thick skin?

Yes, William, but when I said that,

I didn't mean for it
to be applied to me!

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