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We should hurry. The symposium
starts in ten minutes.

Do you have your speech?

I think I should have been invited.

I mean, who has a more exciting
view of the future than I do?

I believe we were invited because
we're friends of James Pendrick.

I'm his best friend and I
didn't get a bloody invite.

Right then, George, what do
you believe the future holds?

Automatons, sir.

At least one in every household.

And artificial meat.

Grown in great vats.

And you can take the
gelatinous by-product

- and warm it into a household lubricant.
- Shut up Crabtree. You'll put me off beef.

- Ten minutes.
- Yes.

Do me a favour, Murdoch.

- Oh, your autograph book?
- Get me Madame Curie's.

I've got prime ministers, presidents,

I've even got Buffalo Bill,

but what I don't have
is a Nobel Laureate.

Sir, I don't really feel comfortable

- asking people for their autograph...
- Nevermind.

Enjoy your fancy shindig
or whatever it is.

Oh my goodness.

Henry Ford, Andrew Carnegie,

Emma Goldman, and Harry
Houdini? All in the same room.

And that's the physicist,
Ernest Rutherford.

What an unlikely gathering.

Detective Murdoch, how
wonderful to see you again.

Alexander Graham Bell.
Always a pleasure, sir.

Doctor Ogden. I'm so
glad you two were invited.

Have you seen James Pendrick?

No, not yet. Though I've
seen or met everyone else.

What's Andrew Carnegie doing here
at a symposium for the future?

I suppose he's speaking on
the future of capitalism.

- Along with Emma Goldman.
- They're not the only oppositional pairs.

I just stopped a fight between
Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla.

Oh. Mr. Wells. We meet again.

Julia, wasn't it?

Dr. Ogden. Hello Mr. Wells.

Call me Herbert.

Oh. Herbert.

Edison.

- I understand you had a dust up with Nikola.
- It's not over.

If you see him tell him
I wish to speak to him.

You must excuse me, I
should work on my speech.

Dr. Ogden, perhaps you'd
like to meet Madame Curie.

Oh, perfect. Yes.

Excuse us, Herbert.

The future...

The future is, of course, unknowable.

But indicators abound as
to what it might become...

It will only be necessary

to carry an inexpensive
instrument not bigger than a watch,

which will allow its
bearer to listen or transmit

speech or song

to the uttermost parts of the world.

Mr. Tesla.

Detective.

I look forward to your lecture.

Well, I must say, I'm
intrigued by yours.

A universal communication device

- one could carry in their pocket?
- Mmm-hmm. I believe it is within reach.

Oh, Mr. Edison is looking for you.

I played a little prank on him.

I left out technical drawings
for a teleportation device

where I knew his spies could find them.

- No.
- Yes.

A whole team, four months, wasted.

Oh, you seem to have lost a button.

He grabbed at me earlier.
They pulled him away...

I'm the first speaker.

- Well, you have time to change if you hurry.
- Yes.

See you soon.

The future.

Excuse me.

Mr. Ford.

The future.

How far can we see into its horizon?

A new physics that tells us
the impossible is inevitable,

what is actually possible?

What is inevitable?

These are the questions
we seek to answer

here at this symposium.

Unfortunately, I am sorry to say

I will not be able to join you
on this journey of discovery.

A recent surge in sunspot activity

has provided a unique opportunity
to test a theory on the forces

that power the sun. Forces that
I hope to harness here on earth.

In my absence,

my able assistant, Svetlana
Tsiolkovsky, will be my proxy.

Good luck my friends.

May your ideas flourish.

Thank you for coming.

It means so much to James
that you could all be here

to talk about what is yet to come.

I once told James he was
the most brilliant man alive.

He corrected me.

He said that man is Nikola Tesla.

Mr. Tesla?

Where is he?

He telephoned from his room
to ask for a glass of milk.

And you found Mr. Edison
pounding on his door.

He said he'd been there
for least five minutes.

- And Mr. Tesla never emerged.
- No.

- Do I know you?
- We met in New York.

Oh. When we saved President Roosevelt.

Yes, when you didn't tip.

I thought it was included.

When I came in he wasn't here.

Where could he have gone?

Extraordinary. How did
Mr. Tesla just disappear?

- Well he didn't vanish into thin air.
- ... You might ask.

Some invent for money.

Others invent because they wish
to make the world a better place.

I invent because I must.

You were standing outside
his room for how long?

Five minutes at least.

- Banging on the door.
- Not the whole time.

I'm not a maniac.

I was mostly pacing.

The bellboy claims that
Mr. Tesla placed a call

from inside his room while
you were standing outside?

Then he must lying.

The concierge confirmed the call.

Both the room number
and time were recorded.

Murdoch.

I have no love for Nikola Tesla.

If his teleportation device had worked

I would gladly have sent
him to another planet,

or perhaps to the surface of the sun.

Alas, it did not.

You don't think Mr. Edison
had anything to do with it?

I don't know what to think, sir.

George is conducting
a room by room search.

- You don't need to be here.
- Nonsense.

Can't have famous scientists
go missing on my watch.

Could it have been a trick?

If it is, how did he do it?

I don't know, but we do have an
escape artist at this symposium.

Perhaps we should ask Mr. Houdini.

No. I don't know if Mr.
Tesla has a fear of heights.

It's six floors, straight down.

Not a ledge in sight.

So you see, he could have rappelled down.

Where would the rope have been attached?

And where is it now?

Yes.

Alternatively, a parachute.

It would be risky.

You have not convinced the
Detective yet, Mr. Houdini.

What other ideas have you?

Examine, if you will, the chimney.

Go along, each of you.

Take a good look.

No, it's far too narrow.

- He's gone.
- Wonderful!

He disappeared himself.

Wait.

Wait.

Ta da.

Bravo Mr. Houdini! Bravo!

So as you can see, matter
is related to energy

and energy is related to
matter by a conversion factor

equal to the square
of the speed of light.

I think you will agree that
is a rather large number.

To put it in perspective,

If we could liberate the latent
energy in this glass of water,

it would be equal to
8 million tons of TNT.

So be careful with this.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

That's Houdini's best guess?

That Tesla either threw
himself out the window

or folded himself into the
bottom of a tea trolley?

- What for?
- I have no idea.

But there has to be
a better explanation,

I just don't know
what that is as of yet.

Sir. What if a hole has opened
in the space-time continuum

and sucked Tesla through.

Space-time continuum?

He's been listening to that Einstein.

Oh sir, his speech was brilliant.

Did you know that time
travels at the speed of light?

So that if you were to
travel at the speed of light

there would be no time?

That makes no sense whatsoever.

What if in the near future
Mr. Tesla invents a device

of unforeseen but terrible consequences

such that someone
from the distant future

has been sent back in time
to now to remove him...

- She's leaving.
- Who?

Madam Curie. Look.

- You two sort it out.
- Sir. I don't think that's...

Have you found anything
of interest, George

on this planet?

Sir, we've searched every
room. There's no sign of him.

No one remembers seeing
anything out of the ordinary.

He really does seem to
have disappeared, sir.

Madam Curie!

Madam Curie!

Madam Curie! Please hold the door.

Bollocks.

Madam Curie.

This is Inspector Thomas
Charles Brackenreid

of the Toronto Constabulary.

If I could have just a
moment of your time please.

Madame Curie!

Could you unlock this door, please.

Thank you.

Madam Curie?

Bloody hell!

When she didn't answer the door,

I thought maybe she hadn't
gone into her room at all.

But the bellboy said she'd
rang down to the front desk

and requested tea.

Meaning she was in her room.

Just like Mr. Tesla.

These windows lock from the inside.

I've checked under the bed, the closet.

Madame Curie has disappeared.

I see nothing amiss in her room.

But now that two
people have disappeared,

it's clear something
nefarious is going on.

We will be free to love
who, when, and where we wish.

No. Absolutely not.

Miss Tsiolkovsky, I realize you
take your job very seriously.

This is no mere job, Detective Murdoch.

James Pendrick has entrusted
me to run his symposium.

- And I will not let him down.
- I understand.

But until I know what is going on,

I don't believe that
anyone here is safe.

You're sure they are disappearing?

They have not just left?

It's not like Tesla to miss
a chance to make a speech.

Both he and Madame
Curie have disappeared

under mysterious circumstances.

I understand that,
Detective. But I am firm.

The symposium goes on.

Fine.

But please let me
telephone my Station House

and assign a constable to
each of the symposium guests.

Ask them to be discreet.

I don't want anyone becoming alarmed.

They'll do their best.

- I have to go.
- Go, go. Go where? No. You're the next to speak.

- I...
- It's all right, old boy.

Perhaps we could swap spots.

That will be fine, yes.

Mr. Einstein?

This is Constable Crabtree.
I've been assigned to guard you.

Excuse me.

Mr. Einstein. Your towels.

I need you to open the door. Right away.

Oh lord. He's gone too.

The future, ladies and
gentlemen, is in kites!

- Sir! Sir!
- George.

Albert Einstein is missing.

What? Are you sure?

Yes, sir. And apparently he
called down for fresh towels

moments before I arrived at his room.

I'm afraid I have some
bad news of my own.

Mr. Rutherford has also vanished.

He was last seen heading to his room,

- and is now nowhere to be found.
- Detective.

Did I hear that Rutherford
has gone missing as well?

I'm afraid so.

Sir, that makes four people now.

Mr. Tesla, Madame Curie,
Einstein and Rutherford.

How curious.

Why them?

It makes me wonder if somebody is

kidnapping the best and
brightest of this symposium.

- Now, I hardly think...
- Yes, George, I believe you're right.

Excuse us, Mr. Edison.

Why do I have to look
at your automobile?

Mr. Ford, I'm not just a constable.

I, too, am a visionary.

Behold!

What am I looking at?

There's a mirror in my car.

How nice for you.

But do you know what this mirror does?

- Allows you to look at yourself?
- Correction.

It allows me to look at other people.

While I'm driving, I use
the mirror to look behind me.

Ah.

You can see your
passengers, and presumably,

- what is behind your car, as well?
- Precisely.

How interesting.

This mirror is on a stand, but

if it was mounted on
the roof, in the middle,

and one could tilt
it in any direction...

I have lived my life
by my rule of thirds;

the first third of my life
was spent gaining an education.

The second third was spent making money.

A lot of money.

In the last third of my life,

I am going to give it all away.

Why are people applauding
Andrew Carnegie?

Well Miss Goldman, he's devoted
his life to philanthropy.

His vision for the future is
one of enlightenment and peace.

And what of the common people,

who broke their backs
and lost their lives

so that he could gain his fortune?

Well, yes, that is true...

This entire symposium is preposterous.

Why are we talking about what
might be possible tomorrow

when there are so many problems today?

Some scientists and
thinkers use such conjectures

to propel their work.

But you see I...

Miss Goldman?

And do you know what propels
my work, Detective Watts?

- What's that?
- Holding people responsible

for the injustice they have inflicted.

Oh.

Anyone can prosper, even
a boy from a small home...

This is for the workers!

You're sure?

I need to find a telephone.

Have Miss Goldman removed
from the hall, Constable.

But don't charge her...
The woman has a point.

You're a disgrace, Carnegie!

A fifth person has now gone missing.

- Who else?
- Thomas Edison.

Could somebody from the
symposium be behind this?

What about Svetlana Tsiolkovsky?

She could be working for someone else?

I don't think she would let
James Pendrick down again.

Well sir, I hate to say it. But
what about James Pendrick himself?

I mean, if you think about it. Why?

Why has he gathered all
these people together?

Why is he not here himself, really?

It is strange.

Perhaps he is here?

In hiding?

Perhaps he's gathering the
best of the best together

and now he's hidden them
away in some secret place?

Why on earth would he do that?

Haven't we learned by
now that James Pendrick

always has something up his sleeve?

- He seems stiff, preoccupied.
- Exactly.

And if we know anything about Pendrick,

he's hardly shy in front of the camera.

I see something in the
reflection behind Pendrick.

George, turn off the light.

Stop the film.

- William! That looks like...
- Sally Pendrick.

His ex-wife!

- The woman who got away with murder?
- The very one.

But James Pendrick
wouldn't do her bidding.

Take a closer look, Julia.

James Pendrick isn't
simply doing her bidding.

He's being forced.

At gunpoint.

Sally Pendrick?

So she's the one kidnapping
all the scientists?

The fact that she is
involved in the disappearance

of James Pendrick makes
it a strong possibility.

You think he's alive?

I'm afraid there's no
indication one way or the other.

But why is she doing this?

Why show up after all this time?

- What's it been, ten years?
- Something like that.

Is she intending to hold
the scientists for ransom?

Sir, Sally Pendrick built
a microwave death ray

to sell to the highest bidder.

If she's kidnapped the
world's top scientists,

I'm afraid she may have something
even more sinister in mind.

- One thousand dollars!
- I'm sorry, but no.

Henry, be reasonable.

If by reasonable you mean fair,

then I believe I am, Henry.

This invention will
revolutionize your next car model,

and every model thereafter. If
all that's worth to you is...

one thousand dollars, then,

I suppose that's simply a
fundamental disagreement in vision.

1500.

Add a zero to it and
we can start talking.

What exactly am I looking at?

I'm not sure...

Mr. Edison?

I had stepped out of my room
to go downstairs for lunch,

when suddenly I was ambushed.

My hands were bound.

They told me to remain completely silent

or they would kill me.

Do you recall anything
about their voices?

Accents, perhaps?

Nothing I can recall.

They carried me down some stairs

into what I can only assume

was a room in a basement.

There, I was tied to a chair.

And what were they saying?

Just the usual:

how they finally had the most
brilliant mind of the last 200 years,

what a disappointment
Nikola was, etc etc.

And just how did you escape?

When they stepped out I
managed to loosen the ropes

that held me to the chair.

Then it was a simple
matter of finding the exit.

I had counted the number of footsteps

from the stairs to the chair
so I knew the general direction

and approximate distance.

Extraordinary.

55, 56, 57, 58, 59.

Ah, there it is.

Do you remember anything else?

Just that the man in charge was

quite excited to have me as a captive.

He said they could finally
get what they wanted.

- The man in charge?
- Yes, he was clearly the leader.

He kept referring to his "master plan".

Apparently the other captives
were a bit of a letdown.

Einstein.

Who even heard of him?

Mr. Edison, the person behind
these kidnappings is a woman.

Impossible.

I have clear evidence that it is.

You wouldn't by chance be
concocting this story, would you?

How dare you, sir?

Why would I do such a thing? Why?

Because you are jealous
that the other captives

- are considered more valuable than you.
- Ha! Ridiculous.

Absolute hogwash.

I don't need to lie to prove that
I'm smarter than those, those...

People less smart than I.

Then you know that lying to the police

is a crime punishable by imprisonment.

To say nothing of the public
embarrassment that would follow.

So I'll ask you one
more time, Mr. Edison:

were you truly kidnapped and held here?

No.

I made it up.

Mr. Edison, your ego
has wasted the one thing

that matters most in
a case like this: time.

I have half a mind to...

What's that?

That is a telephone switcher.

An invention of mine.

Unfortunately that fool
Strowger beat me to the patent.

Do these wires belong here?

No.

Someone must have tampered with it.

Yes. This is room 710.

I would like a cup of tea please.

Hello. Tesla here.

I'd like a glass of milk sent up.

Mr. Einstein here,
and I would like towels.

Clean ones, this time.

This is Ernest
Rutherford from room 812.

Could I have a tonic water sent up?

I don't understand.

This is how it was done.

All four of them made calls
down to the front desk,

those calls were
intercepted and recorded.

And then replayed to make us think

they were still in their
rooms when, in fact,

they were already abducted.

But from where?

That's what we need to determine.

Now, Mr. Edison claims he
followed Mr. Tesla to the elevator.

But never saw him again.

The same thing happened to Madame Curie.

I watched her get onto the elevator.

Of course.

Sally Pendrick used a false elevator

to steal a Rembrandt
painting some years ago.

Sir, a painting is one
thing, but how would she use

an elevator to kidnap somebody?

Hopefully we're about to find out.

Oh good. You're here.
I was getting worried.

You're speaking next.

I'll be there in less than five minutes.

Thank you.

- I don't see anything out of the ordinary.
- Nor do I.

- Does the floor give way?
- Sir, don't give it any ideas...

Oi!

Nothing.

George, give me a hand.

Sir, it's no use. It's stuck.

There must be some mechanism
by which to open them.

There's a telephone. I'll call someone.

Sir, that might not be a...

Oh, that's not good.

Oh no.

William!

Julia. Julia, wake up.

William, are you all right?

I seem to be.

Sir.

What the bloody hell happened?

Sir, I believe we were
gassed in the elevator.

Have we been kidnapped now?

That's quite flattering in a way.

Open this door!

Who's there?

This is Inspector Thomas Brackenreid,

I demand that you open this door!

Where are we?

Why have you brought us here?

Madame Curie, we've all been kidnapped.

We know little more
than you do, I'm afraid.

What is the last thing you recall
before finding yourself here?

I was on my way to my room.

I went into the hotel elevator
and then I woke up here.

Have you seen Mr. Tesla?

Of course.

Come.

- Do it again.
- How do I look?

So good.

You see, it is a lab
furnished with every item

any of us could wish for.

Every scientific journal,
recorded on rolls of film.

- A supply of uranium.
- In significant amounts.

These are the magnets I requested
of the university but was denied.

Said they were prohibitively expensive.

See here?

A static generator capable
of creating high voltages.

Oh!

This research was
published only last month.

This laboratory is furnished
with all of the latest theories

on mathematics, chemistry, physics.

It is a lab designed to
probe the heart of all matter.

The synthesis of each
of our fields of study.

To what end?

Perhaps a source of free energy.

Enough to power the entire world.

There is nothing altruistic about this.

This is the work of Sally Pendrick.

James Pendrick's former wife,
a woman of evil ambition.

A ruthless character.

We've had the misfortune
to encounter her before.

So she's not planning
on creating free energy?

Not in the least.

William Murdoch,

what a pleasure to see you again.

- Why have you brought us here?
- Madame Curie.

You and your colleagues

have been chosen out of my
deepest respect for your work.

You have been invited here to
unlock the power of the atom.

Of course, it was not
my plan that William

and his friends would
stumble on my little project,

but now that they are here,
they can be put to use.

Unlock the power of the atom?

What does that mean?

She wants to build a bomb.

The Constable is correct.

Science has brought us to this point.

And now I will be your patron.

Together, we will harness the potential

to build a weapon that
will rule the world.

I see your ego has only grown.

The four of you are disposable, Doctor.

Don't force my hand.

No peeking.

You can't really believe
you can force these people

to build your bomb.

Absolutely not. Our minds are our own.

Quite. Our work is for peace, not war.

Science is moving inexorably
towards this point.

You better than anyone
know that progress

cannot be stuffed back
into its little test tube.

None of us will build a weapon.

Cooperate, and become rich with me.

And if we refuse?

This is Irene and Eve. My girls.

My wife, my children.

Your loved ones will die.

Slowly and painfully.

This is no idle threat.

It should be clear to you by now that
I have the means to see it through.

We will do what you ask for.

I thought you would see reason.

Rest up tonight.

Tomorrow, we get to work.

Exactly.

Mr. Ford.

Have you had time to consider our deal?

Indeed I have, my good man.

I trust you have a
new offer for me then?

Yes, I have given it
careful consideration.

And my new offer is: nothing.

I beg your pardon?

I've just filed a patent for an
affixed rear-looking driver mirror.

- What?
- If you have no such patent pending,

you have nothing to sell.

But it's my idea!

We all have ideas.

But until you have a patent,

an idea is but a handful of beans.

All right. I'll take the
1500 you offered earlier then.

So in that scenario, are
you moving or am I moving?

All movement is relative.

There is no absolute speed.

Only the speed of light.

This makes sense to you?

Yes. I think so.

Something similar to,

when you're standing in an elevator

and you're not sure if
it just started to go down

or if you've suddenly become lighter.

- George, I hardly think that's...
- No, no, no, that is it!

Gravity. Acceleration.

They are equivalent.

You have solved the
problem! You are a genius!

It appears that door is
the only way out, Murdoch.

What are you doing, William?

We need to get through this door.

It looks like solid steel.

Not entirely solid. I believe
this center portion is hollow.

And that might be where the
lock mechanism is located.

Well, why don't we drill it out?

There must be a drill
around here somewhere.

We have the means to
create enough energy

to melt the laboratory we stand in,

but lack the tools to
penetrate a thick steel door.

Well, couldn't we melt just the door.

Or even just the lock mechanism?

It's not that simple, George.

By what means do you propose?

If we take all this
energy and somehow zap it,

zap it toward the door
in some sort of superbeam?

Superbeam.

High energy. Yes.

I've had thoughts on such a beam.

We would have to create
and accelerate the particles

to a very high speed.

We have the magnets. If we
could array them in a circle...

We would need to focus that
energy into a single point.

- We have lenses.
- We would need to calculate the angle of refraction.

Bloody hell.

You're all over thinking this too much.

Here's what we do.

We lure a guard through the door,

bash him over the head.

Then we make a run for it.

I do like to say that things should
be made as simple as possible.

- There you go.
- But not that simple.

Let's get to work.

Right then. Should we give it a go?

It's safe now.

It should work.

What did I tell you? Waste of time.

No.

Twenty megavolts of energy were
concentrated on a single point.

Just not where we thought.

The focal length is slightly
shorter than we expected.

I told you the index
of refraction was wrong.

Wait. Try it again.

There must be sufficient
energy stored up.

Ready?

Ah excellent.

So, we adjust the
position of the lens, yes.

- It should not take more than an hour.
- Yes.

Oh no.

The smoke must have set off the alarm.

What did I tell you? A lot easier.

Sir, there's more.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go!

What is this?

William.

I should have known you wouldn't
do as you were told, William.

Relinquish your weapons.

Do as she says.

I have no wish to harm your wife.

However, it's clear you did not take

my previous warning seriously.

Who was first to be disarmed?

The next time you attempt to escape,

I won't hesitate to do
the same to any of you.

You have to understand
you are truly trapped here.

Isolated.

Underground.

No roads lead to us.

No one knows where you are.

I have brought you
here to build a weapon

greater than the world has seen before.

What you propose is far more complicated

than you can possibly understand.

I built this laboratory and
gained access to all of you.

I am just as intelligent as any of you.

Kidnapping can hardly be compared

- to atomic physics.
- Enough!

- Sir, look where she's standing.
- I know.

Bring her to me.

I will teach you not to
doubt my intelligence.

This is not big enough for all of us.

We'll have to draw straws.

Some of you could go and get help.

I'm happy to wait.

I did have an experiment in
mind for the static generator.

I'm not due to leave
Canada until next week.

You want to stay?

Send transport when you get to Toronto

and we'll keep the guards
secured until help arrives.

Madame Curie, if you'd be so kind?

Of course, Inspector.

You know, I've achieved
some recognition in my field.

Come and see me after
you've won a Nobel Prize.

- Thank you, Madam.
- Thank you.

Constable Crabtree.

A man of such vision.

You have a gift, surely it
is wasted as a constable.

Come to Europe. The new physics
requires unconventional thinkers.

I could find a place
for you in my department.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Einstein.

But my home is in Canada.

A shame, my friend.

Right then.

Who knows how to fly this thing?

I suppose we'll just have to see
where the wind blows us, George.

My hat!

Where do you think we are, sir?

In the wilderness somewhere
north of Toronto, I suppose.

By the sun, late afternoon.

I suppose the Pendrick's
symposium will be over by now.

Yes.

And you never got to give your speech.

No.

Well, sir, give it to us now.

Oh I don't know...

You have a captive audience...

All right.

The future is unknowable.

But indicators abound

as to what it might become.

Wireless communication
portends the instantaneous

dissemination of knowledge
from all parts of the world.

Knowledge will end prejudice,

demagogues will no longer flourish.

Lies and misinformation will disappear.

The matters and crises that face us all

will be dealt with
intelligently and logically.

All of humanity will be able
to embrace their better selves.

At the end of the 20th
century and beyond,

truth and knowledge will prevail.

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