Thank you, sir.
Miss Ogden?
Yes?
It is Miss Ogden, Miss Ruby Ogden?
Yes. Mr. Carlin, is it?
Indeed.
It's been a while since we've had
the pleasure of your company in the bank.
World travels, Mr. Carlin.
Although I am back for a very special occasion.
Which would be?
My sister Julia's impending nuptials.
Well, then, splendid.
You hear that, Mr. Russel?
You're not the only one getting married.
How thrilling.
Here comes the lucky lady now.
I beg your pardon, Mr. Carlin.
I wonder if you could double-check this balance sheet?
It's giving me fits.
Of course, Miss Rose.
Not to state the obvious, good people, but...
Oh, dear.
Anyway.
This is a robbery.
Hmm, you there.
In the common suit and cautious cravat,
you must be the bank manager.
To the vault, sir. And be quick about it.
I do have appointments.
You're doing well, sir.
But it may help to breathe.
Robbery in progress. Bank of Toronto.
- Deal with it, Crabtree. - To the armory, lads!
There now. That wasn't so bad, was it?
Oh, my.
Who do we have here?
Mmm.
Yes, well.
Ladies and gentlemen,
you have been most accommodating.
And I thank you for your patience.
Good day.
He's so polite.
He went that way.
Murdoch, Crabtree, through the back.
You two, get into the alley.
Gentlemen, the pleasure was all mine.
This constable will take your details, ma'am.
Thank you.
Any luck, Murdoch?
I'm sorry, sir.
The thief had his escape well-planned.
Not just any thief.
He planted a big, wet smacker on that secretary over there.
And a tender moment it was.
- Miss Ogden. - Ruby, my goodness.
What are you doing here?
I just arrived in town to help with Julia's wedding.
Hello, Detective. Exciting times, yes?
Most assuredly.
I'm all atwitter.
Make way. Make way, please.
Paddy Glynn. Please make way.
Inspector Brackenreid. Inspector.
We're busy, Glynn.
Ah, yes, and doing a fine job of catching no one I see.
Uh, tell me, did the robber kiss any women?
Yes, this kissing bandit struck again, all right.
Kissing Bandit. Oh, a perfect moniker.
Thank you. Thank you, Inspector.
Thank you.
What did he thank me for?
"Kissing Bandit." I suppose I deserve that.
Three banks in ten days.
And each time the cheeky bugger grabs a kiss from a young lass,
then vanishes into thin air.
How's he doing it, Murdoch?
Careful planning, sir?
Three robberies, dozens of witnesses,
and not one usable description.
He was wearing a mask.
Are you trying to annoy me, Murdoch?
No, sir. I share your frustration.
What about the latest object of the Bandit's affections?
What's she got to say?
Must you ask Annabelle
to relive the experience, Detective?
I'm afraid so, Mr. Russel.
Miss Rose, please.
Well, I was asking Mr. Carlin to review last month's deposits.
They wouldn't balance for me.
Thank you, Miss Rose.
But I'm more interested in your recollections
of the moments you were closest to the Bandit,
when he kissed you and so forth.
Oh, of course.
His arm encircled me.
He didn't say a word.
I remember that his hand was warm on my waist.
And the way that he dipped me back was like a dance.
A dance?
He's a criminal, darling, violent and dangerous.
Thank you, Mr. Russel.
All I mean to say is that he didn't hurt me.
But your reputation.
Taking liberties with a woman betrothed?
Of course, you're right.
It's over now.
Do you recall any physical characteristics?
Eye color, for example?
Truth be told, I can't really say.
I mean, my eyes were closed for most of it.
You closed your eyes?
Sir, none of the witnesses has given us anything to go on.
That's it?
Well, perhaps I'll just have a nap then.
Sir, I simply mean that the Bandit
has yet to make a mistake of any kind.
Any ideas?
Well, sir, if he's so scrupulous
in not leaving us any clue as to his identity,
perhaps we can attempt to bring the clue to him.
Will that make any more sense to me
if you say it a second time?
Sir, I simply mean that there is a way
to identify this Bandit,
regardless of how many disguises he wears.
But we'll have to wait for him to strike again.
You're gonna build something, aren't you?
Hello, Jules.
Ruby!
I thought you were in New York.
Mm, you're the only person in the world
I'd leave New York for, Jules, even if I did have to put
my latest piece for The Times on hold.
Oh, well, I'm honored.
Mm, you should be.
It's an expose on the gangs of New York.
They're quite bothersome these days.
I see.
Father wired me to say that your upcoming nuptials
to Darcy Garland are in disarray.
Disarray?
You haven't your trousseau, dress, veil, gloves,
shoes, flower arrangements, music.
All right, I'm a little behind.
Behind?
You're a disaster.
And before you say no to me rushing to your rescue,
father's paying for it, so it's done.
I'm touched, but I still have to say no.
Say the same after you see this.
It's beautiful.
Try it on.
For me.
All right.
Oh.
You look so bridal.
Detective.
Wasn't that an exciting bank robbery today?
- Bank robbery? - Yes, at the Bank of--
Oh, it was thrilling.
They're calling the thief "The Kissing Bandit."
- Unfortunately-- - He escaped.
But William almost had him, didn't you?
- Well, I-- - Goodness, Ruby.
Are you all right?
Yes, I am.
I--How can I help you, Detective?
I need to borrow some walnut oil.
Walnut oil?
Yes, I take it you use it to stain tissue samples?
Indeed.
Whatever do you need it for?
A project I'm working on.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Miss Ogden.
Jules, did you ever tell Darcy
about your relationship with William?
Why, of course I did.
Oh? How did he take it?
His usual maturity and understanding.
He's sensible enough to know that everyone has a past.
Well, I'm impressed.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a great deal of shopping to do.
How delightful.
Sir, the Kissing Bandit has struck again.
Struck might not be the right term.
I opened the door and there it was,
the box right there on the stoop.
And the note?
"Courtesy of the Kissing Bandit."
There's $2,000 in that box.
That's $200 less than the total
the Kissing Bandit took from the three banks.
So, he keeps some for himself.
Look, every bed in the orphanage
could be replaced with this money.
New coats for the boys, books.
Mr. Belford, you can't keep the money.
But the bank's insurance will assume responsibility, no?
That would be the case if the money hadn't been recovered.
Of course.
Mr. Belford, a favor.
Please say nothing to the press should they come calling.
The less they know, the better for our investigation.
I understand.
Thank you.
Mr. Carlin, I can assure you that the Kissing Bandit case
is our top priority.
Your priorities won't repair reputations, Inspector.
The public sees the banks as thieves
for taking the money back from the orphanage,
even though we made respectable donations to the orphanage
in the aftermath.
We recovered almost all the money.
I would have thought that I'd have heard
a "well done" from you by now.
There is little comfort in knowing the Kissing Bandit
is on the loose, sir,
free to strike us again at any time.
We're not sitting around comparing bunions, Mr. Carlin.
We do have a plan.
Now, had Constable Crabtree been the Kissing Bandit
reaching into the bag for the stolen money...
The Bandit's hands would be covered in red dye.
Exactly.
I call it the dye discharger.
It's based on a new British technology
called the Little Nipper.
Essentially, it's a mousetrap.
A mousetrap?
The dye stains on the Bandit's hands
will last several days before washing off.
Also, some of the dye that is discharged
will end up on the money itself.
Brilliant, Detective.
So even if the Kissing Bandit gets away with his next robbery,
he can't give it away or spend it without being caught.
Ah, you must be Carlin.
Paddy Glynn, Toronto Gazette.
What is he doing here?
He's the one responsible for spreading the Bandit's fame
far and wide with his Robin Hood comparisons.
I'd just as soon as crack him one myself, Mr. Carlin.
But for now, we have to stomach him.
Charming.
Mr. Glynn will alert the public to the next robbery
and ask them to report any sightings
of a dye-spattered man.
And all you and the other bank managers have to do
is make sure a money bag with a dye discharger
gets handed over.
We'll catch him red-handed.
Oh, I like that. I like that very much.
I do hope this works.
It will, Mr. Carlin.
We'll have the Kissing Bandit under lock and key
very, very soon.
And this time you can quote me on that.
- Hello, Constable. - Miss Ogden.
Did you miss me?
Yes, certainly I have.
What are these notes for?
Oh, no, that's-- it's nothing.
That's, um-- It's just a story I'm writing.
Oh. What's it about?
It's just a little project I've been fooling with.
There's murder, some adventure.
Um, Queen Victoria ends up in a bank vault towards the end.
I'm not explaining it very well.
Sounds wonderful.
I've missed you, by the way.
Oh, yes, I'm sure you have.
Gallivanting around the world, writing for The Times?
It has been a whirlwind, yes.
They've sent me everywhere; San Francisco, Bombay, Russia.
I interviewed a revolutionary there
by the name of Vladimir Ulyanov.
Watch out for him.
Ulyanov, I'll be sure to, yes.
But it all pales in comparison to organizing a wedding.
- You'll be attending? - Indeed, I will, yeah.
With someone special?
Oh, I don't-- Yes, of course.
I imagine. I mean, there are several--
I haven't confirmed anyone yet.
I see.
Well, I look forward to seeing you there.
So do I.
Look forward to seeing you, not...
Attention, gentlemen,
the Kissing Bandit has robbed the Bank of Toronto again.
The Kissing--
Another impressive entrance, Inspector.
And of course, you're too late.
Bollocks. Was anyone hurt?
Mr. Russel's pride may have suffered a blow.
What am I to do against a pistol-wielding thug?
Miss Rose, I take it the Bandit kissed you again?
- He did, yes. - Scoundrel.
Did you manage to hand over a money bag
containing the dye discharger?
Yes.
George, notify Paddy Glynn at the Gazette.
Sir.
How much money did he make off with this time?
It was so soon after the last robbery,
there wasn't more than $100 in the vault.
He took it all.
He gives most of his plunder to the orphanage
and sticks up the same bank twice
knowing that there won't be much of anything in the vault
the second time around.
What if it's someone with a personal gripe
against the Bank of Toronto?
Personal, sir?
Yeah, former employee or even a customer with a grudge.
But then why rob the King's and the Dominion Banks as well?
To throw us off.
I suppose we shouldn't discount the possibility.
Have the lads reinterview the employees.
See if they can think of anyone
with a reason to resent the bank.
Yes, sir.
If you'll excuse me.
Just be quick about it.
Scotch.
You know I don't like to beat around the bush, Detective,
so I'll get right to the point.
It's about my sister.
You must be happy for her.
After all this time with the two of you
being such good friends, I mean.
I am, in fact, quite happy
that Julia has found someone to love.
I can't say I'm surprised by such a feeble response.
Have you come here to insult me?
I hadn't planned to.
Then what?
I haven't met the man,
and he may be the most handsome,
dashing, and exhilarating creature,
but is it your opinion that Dr. Darcy Garland
is the only man in the entire world who can make Julia happy?
Dr. Garland is a fine fellow. He's a gentleman.
Oh, for goodness sake. William, do you still love her?
My feelings for Julia are my concern, Miss Ogden.
Why are men so dimwitted when it comes to love?
So I am feeble and dimwitted now?
I understand that the Kissing Bandit returned to the bank
and kissed the same woman?
That's correct.
And from from what I witnessed the other day,
Miss Rose was enthralled by his touch,
quite to her astonishment.
Which brings me to my point.
A woman can love a man simply because he's a useful helper,
as is often the case.
Or she can be so captivated that her love for him
is quite beyond her control.
I have no idea what you are trying to say to me.
What I'm saying is that Miss Rose
and even this lowly bandit
understand that when the heart is captive,
a second choice, no matter how useful,
can never bring true happiness.
Are you prepared to resign yourself to such a fate?
I wasn't aware that I had resigned myself
to anything in particular.
But you have given me some insight into this case.
I have?
I didn't intend to.
Yes, thank you, Miss Ogden, but I have work to do.
Oh.
Well...
Oh, Miss Rose, I wonder if I might have a word?
Oh, but I'm on my way to lunch, Detective,
and they only give us 20 minutes.
Yes, I'll see to it Mr. Carlin doesn't complain.
Very well then.
Have you been approached of late
by any men in a flirtatious manner?
Flirtatious?
Yes, uh, anonymous flowers,
a letter from a former suitor out of the blue
professing his love?
I can't think of such an instance.
My goodness, such questions.
I don't mean to alarm you.
But given recent events,
it's possible that the Kissing Bandit
has been captivated by you from afar
and has chosen to make his feelings known.
No, No, I've received no unwelcome attention.
- I'm engaged, after all. - Yes.
Poor Rupert.
I accepted his proposal of marriage,
but that seems insufficient to ward off his jealousy.
I suspect he loves you very much.
Indeed.
He's already picked out a house for us to live in
and raise a family.
I'll have to leave the bank, of course, he says,
to tend to the little ones.
It's all been planned.
I've tried to calm his fears.
The Kissing Bandit means nothing to me.
What woman would risk an assured future for such a rogue?
I can assure you the Kissing Bandit
will be brought to justice, Miss Rose.
And I wish you all the happiness in your future.
My thanks, Detective.
Sir.
We spoke with every employee at the Bank of Toronto.
None of them can think of anybody with a revenge motive.
Thank you, George.
Kisses, Murdoch?
Yes, sir.
I believe the kisses column may explain our Bandit's motivation.
Of the $2,300 that he's stolen so far,
he's only kept $300.
A tidy sum, but hardly indicative of a man
bent on enriching himself.
We know that.
He's a bloody humanitarian, or so he thinks.
Well, he may have started out that way, sir,
but something changed when he encountered Annabelle Rose.
That's all just for show, though, isn't it?
A little flair for the dramatic gesture.
I don't think so, sir.
I believe he went back to the Bank of Toronto
a second time to see Miss Rose.
I think he's in love.
Sirs, the dye discharger just caught somebody.
Finally, something I can understand.
Not quite, sir.
My wife found it on our front porch just before noon.
There was a note.
May I?
How did the Bandit get around the dye discharger?
"Dear Mr. Carlin, many heartfelt apologies
for the inconvenience."
So the Bandit took the money out of the bag
without setting off the bloody mousetrap,
transferred the trap into the box
and then delivered it personally to Mr. Carlin's doorstep.
Then you open it up and get splattered with ink.
Why would he do that?
I think the Bandit's actions
were intended as a mocking gesture to all of us.
I'm all too aware of that, Detective.
Now, do something about it, for God's sake.
I've been made a laughing stock.
Not much of a challenge there.
Murdoch, if you're convinced that the Bandit
will keep returning to the Bank of Toronto,
we'll post a constable.
But, sir, that may deter him.
We need to catch the Bandit in the act.
I believe I have an idea.
The scrutiny camera?
Yes, sir.
With some refinements and proper placement,
I think we can catch the Kissing Bandit when he least expects it.
Sir, Annabelle Rose and Rupert Russel
are asking to see you.
The Kissing Bandit has requested the pleasure
of Annabelle's company this evening at 8:00.
"The Crescent Hotel, room 304."
The man has no morals whatsoever.
And here is my poor, darling Annabelle,
horror-struck and sickened by his brazen attentions.
Miss Rose, how did you come by this invitation?
I found it on my desk at work.
Who knows what harm he has planned for Annabelle?
Yes, who knows?
Mr. Russel, I suspect that if the Bandit
intended to harm Miss Rose, he would have done so by now.
You're suggesting she rendezvous with this criminal?
I forbid it.
- Mr. Russel. - Inspector.
I share your deep concern for Annabelle's safety.
Finally, a rational voice.
You'll put a stop to this?
I will.
The safety of your fiancée demands it.
Well, that's settled then.
There will be no rendezvous.
Yet if you and I fail to do everything in our power
to apprehend this Godless miscreant,
there will be more victims.
Heed this well.
The consequence will rest with you and I, Mr. Russel.
I cannot abide that.
Can you?
No, Inspector. I will allow the rendezvous.
Forgive me, Annabelle.
All right.
Working on a scheme to catch
the cheeky little bugger, are we?
Yes, sir.
This is a floor plan of the Crescent Hotel
where our men will be positioned, et cetera.
Mm, good.
So what did Miss Ruby Ogden want with you?
She was giving me suggestions for wedding gifts.
Really?
It's just that I saw her moving around here and I thought,
"Hmm, something's afoot."
Oh?
The sister of the woman you've been dancing with for years
comes calling just days before the wedding,
all worked up into a lather.
Tablecloths and soup spoons, was it?
Given Julia's impending nuptials,
Miss Ogden was unduly concerned for my happiness.
Happiness, well, not much of a discussion then, was it?
No.
You were as straight as a die, as normal.
No regrets, by my reckoning.
No, sir.
Head down, onwards and upwards,
studying floor plans.
After all, there's nothing to be done about all that, is there?
No, sir. Nothing to be done.
Fine.
So what's the plan?
The Kissing Bandit is to meet Miss Rose in room 304
just shortly after 8:00.
There's only one entrance to the hotel.
I'll have Constables Higgins and Crabtree
stationed outside the entrance
in case the Kissing Bandit gets past us somehow
and attempts to escape.
Annabelle Rose will arrive by cab at the arranged time.
And in the meanwhile,
you and I will be lying in wait in room 302, next to room 304,
where the rendezvous will occur.
That's the signal. That's her.
Shh.
It's all right.
Come with me.
Yes?
Now we wait for the Bandit.
Sometimes this job is just too easy.
It's beautiful.
I apologize for the subterfuge,
but I knew the police would be lurking.
My fiancé insisted that I tell them.
That was expected. Don't feel badly.
We're here now.
Yes.
But I don't understand.
You bewitched me.
When I first saw you, I knew you were the one,
the only one.
But I'm betrothed.
Your lips say otherwise when we kiss.
Do you trust me?
Yes.
Then close your eyes.
And keep them closed.
Can't hear a thing. Not even her footsteps.
It's as if no one's there.
Miss Rose!
That's them.
They will find out soon enough.
I must go.
- Will I ever see you again? - That depends.
Are you still intent on marrying your fiancé?
Well?
What's happening, Murdoch?
I...
Higgins!
Ah, gentlemen.
Bollocks.
Well, he apologized sincerely for his subterfuge,
but he had guessed the constabulary would be waiting.
Was there anything about him that might help us?
A physical description perhaps?
Well, he-- he has very soft lips.
That's all very well,
but did he say anything that might be a clue to his identity?
No.
Well, what did he say?
He asked me if I was wholly committed to Rupert.
What did you say?
Gave him my answer.
Annabelle, my dear, you are unharmed.
You are unharmed, aren't you?
Yes, Rupert.
Did the scoundrel touch you?
He only wanted a moment alone with me.
I'm afraid that, quite inadvertently,
I've captured his heart.
Annabelle, come with me this instant.
We'll travel to my mother's home in Beamsville
where we will be safe from this monster.
- No. - What?
I'm not in danger.
And I'll not go with you.
You may hunt the Kissing Bandit down in your free time
if you wish and give him a good tongue-lashing when you see him,
but I'm staying in the city.
Rupert is a steadfast fellow.
Mother will be ever so disappointed.
It's so good to finally make your acquaintance, Darcy.
Julia has spoken so highly of you.
And now I can see that she's right.
She's a lucky woman.
I'm a lucky man, Ruby.
I'm enjoying my position
at the Victoria Hospital for Sick Children,
and I'm about to have your sister's hand in marriage.
I'm content.
Thank you, Eleanor.
Content?
And would you be content to settle in Toronto
for the long term?
If Julia wishes it.
Really?
Well, if she's happy, then I'm happy.
How selfless of you.
What do you mean?
Well, are you sure that you're fine
if Julia were to remain working so closely
with Detective Murdoch?
Of course.
Why wouldn't I be fine with that?
Well, given their past romantic relationship.
Their what?
Oh, I--I thought you knew.
Well...
Water under the bridge.
Well, the hour's getting late.
It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Ogden.
Good night.
- Ah, sir. - Morning, Murdoch.
- Yes, good morning. - Thank you, Morris.
Mr. Belford and the orphanage have just received the money
from the latest Bank of Toronto robbery.
How much are we taking back from the downtrodden this time?
$100.
Do we think that Mr. Goody Two-Shoes
was in on these robberies?
I'm having Mr. Belford brought in for questioning.
Sir, I also installed a hidden scrutiny camera
at the orphanage.
In case the Kissing Bandit returned without his disguise.
Good work, Murdoch.
Thank you, sir.
There you are.
Did you sleep well?
No. You?
Too much on my mind.
Um, Jules, have you spoken with Darcy this morning?
Yes, on the telephone. Why?
I'm just curious if he spoke of me,
voiced his opinion of our conversation last night
and so on.
I believe he said you have a wild streak.
But we know that, don't we?
And that's all?
Yes.
Good.
I'd hate to have made a poor first impression on him.
Darcy seems a very understanding man.
Has Father taken to him?
I'm sure he's just relieved to finally see me married off.
To whom is just a detail.
I doubt if he would be as relieved were it to a policeman,
regardless of William's many accomplishments.
Well, that's not an issue now, is it?
Indeed, if you had truly loved William,
you would've married him.
Ruby, how mean of you.
You know I can't give William the life he wants,
children, a family.
I didn't mean to upset you.
I've made my choice. I chose to move on.
I chose to make my life without William
so that he could have the life that he deserves.
I can't go back now.
Too much has happened. And I love Darcy.
But not like you love William.
I'm marrying Darcy.
That should be answer enough.
I'll not speak of this again, Ruby.
Me?
In cahoots with the Kissing Bandit?
To what end?
The money is always returned to the bank.
That's beside the point, Mr. Belford.
Your orphanage has received financial aid from the public
as a result of the robberies,
not to mention donations from the banks themselves.
Yes, but simply stating a well-known fact
is no proof of conspiracy.
What is it, Constable?
Sir, I developed the photographs
from the scrutiny camera outside the orphanage.
I thought you'd want to see this one right away.
Paddy Glynn?
So I'm arrested for giving to charity?
Don't think you'll like those headlines, Inspector.
Now we know why the dye discharger didn't work.
You had prior knowledge.
You're the Kissing Bandit.
And you're grasping at straws.
Don't be a smart-ass, Glynn.
You orchestrated these robberies and played us for fools.
I don't appreciate that.
Inspector, the fact of the matter is,
I give to that orphanage because it's the only home I ever knew.
And that, gentlemen, is a matter of public record.
Ah, yes, the public record.
But crime reporters like you help create the public record.
So I became the Kissing Bandit to, what, create a story?
That's ludicrous.
William Randolph Hearst helped create a war in Cuba
to sell newspapers, Glynn.
It may be ludicrous, but it's a fact.
Can't it wait?
I'm sorry, sir. It's the Bank of Toronto.
The Kissing Bandit has struck again.
Mr. Carlin?
It was the Kissing Bandit,
but he didn't want money this time.
Good Lord, it's Miss Rose.
I'm told he walked straight to Annabelle.
He never even announced a robbery.
He bent her back as if to kiss her then...
You didn't witness the shooting?
No, I had an appointment with our accountants.
I can't believe this happened.
Thank you, Mr. Carlin. That's all for now.
George, what have you?
Sir, several witnesses say they heard the Kissing Bandit
say, "You betrayed me,"
to Miss Rose just before the shot.
"You've betrayed me"?
Was he talking about her tipping us off to the hotel?
I don't think so, sir.
Miss Rose indicated that the Bandit
wasn't angry with her.
Where is she?
Oh, my God. Annabelle.
Mr. Russell, Mr. Russel.
Please, let me go to her.
I'm sorry, sir, but we must preserve the scene.
Now, I have to ask you where you were 15 minutes ago.
Having my lunch. Now, please!
Mr. Russel, please. George.
Sir, a moment, please.
It went straight through her heart.
The barrel was perpendicular to the body.
The powder burns suggest that the gun was pressed
right up against her chest.
The killer left no room for error.
- Cold-blooded murder. - No question.
Are you any closer to working out why he did it?
Perhaps.
The Bandit was overheard saying, "You betrayed me."
Betrayed him, how?
That remains to be seen.
Murder seems quite out of character
for the Kissing Bandit, don't you think?
Hmm.
And you're sure it wasn't Paddy Glynn?
He was in custody at the time of Annabelle's murder.
I know.
But that doesn't necessarily mean
he isn't the Kissing Bandit, does it?
There are two Kissing Bandits?
Everything pointed to Paddy Glynn,
but he was with us when Miss Rose was murdered
by someone impersonating the Kissing Bandit.
Well, the disguise made that easy.
So if Paddy Glynn is the Kissing Bandit--
Who's the Killing Bandit?
Who could Annabelle have betrayed?
Mr. Russel.
How long were you and Miss Rose engaged?
Three months next Tuesday.
How did you meet?
At the bank, of course.
So you saw her every day?
Every day falling more in love with her
until you worked up the courage to ask her out socially?
Yes.
So when the Kissing Bandit took an interest in her,
a romantic interest,
and Miss Rose didn't protest,
that must've angered you very much.
And I killed her?
You were at the bank both times the Bandit struck.
You saw what he wore, how he moved.
But I told you.
I had gone to lunch when Annabelle was shot.
She was your betrothed, Mr. Russel.
Sweet, innocent Annabelle.
How did it feel to know
that the love of your life was slipping away,
that her passions had been aroused by a complete stranger?
Well, how would you feel?
Angry. Confused.
Wondering if only I had done or said something differently,
perhaps I wouldn't be losing her.
Now, but you--you took it one step further.
But I loved her, Detective.
Maybe I didn't make any grand, sweeping gestures.
That isn't my way.
But neither is killing her.
Rupert Russel did not kill Miss Rose.
For a fact?
A strong inclination.
Bloody marvelous. What now, Murdoch?
Well, sir, if it's not about love--
It's about the money.
It's always about the money.
Then that would bring us back to...
Annabelle?
How?
The Kissing Bandit.
That's not possible.
You seem pretty sure of that, Patrick.
Because you are the Kissing Bandit.
And you loved Annabelle Rose.
All right, yes!
But for God's sake, I didn't murder her!
The real story, Paddy, from the beginning.
I saw what happened when I added a little creativity
to my stories about vampires.
- A little creativity. - The public ate it up.
So I thought of a bigger stunt.
And I wanted to create the news, not just report it,
so I thought of a dashing figure that the public would love.
All I wanted was the fame as a journalist.
Until you met Annabelle?
Yes.
When she yielded to that first kiss,
how could I not return to her?
I planned to tell her the truth that night at the hotel,
but I...
I never got the chance.
And now she's gone because of my stupid stunt.
It's my fault.
You say that you gave all the money that you stole
to the orphanage?
Yes, every penny.
You were never tempted to keep some of it for yourself?
No.
I wasn't in it for the money.
Murdoch.
Mr. Carlin and the other bank managers
say all of the money went to the orphanage, save for $200.
Someone's lying about the money.
Either Belford at the orphanage...
Or the banks.
Detective?
Mr. Carlin. Please sit down.
This makes for interesting reading, eh?
It's the bank's deposit balance sheet from last month.
The same one Annabelle Rose queried you about.
Oh?
Yes, she told me it wouldn't balance for her.
I can certainly see why.
Someone had been skimming from the deposits.
Miss Rose was a good worker, Detective,
but not the best bookkeeper.
I see.
Well, we know that the Kissing Bandit
gave every penny he stole to charity.
Perhaps you can explain the discrepancy between
what the charity reported receiving
and what you reported stolen from the bank
during the first robbery?
Well, obviously, you're wrong.
The Bandit kept a little something for himself.
I spoke with the bank's accountants.
You had no appointment during the time
that Annabelle Rose was killed.
So where were you?
Perhaps I confused one appointment with another
in all the upset.
I'll check my appointment book.
No need. I've done that for you.
The name Farley Price appears throughout this.
Mr. Carlin, Farley Price is known to police
for taking bets on horse racing.
And it turns out you owe him a tidy sum of money.
But I digress.
The Kissing Bandit never wore gloves
in the initial robbery.
Yet the Killing Bandit in this photograph
can clearly be seen wearing some.
Perhaps it was to cover his dye-stained hands?
Annabelle suggested several times
that we report the discrepancies
to the bank's head office.
I kept forestalling that, and she was losing patience.
When she told me she was going to make that telephone call,
I was forced to beg her not to, but she insisted.
So she betrayed you?
I am sorry.
I'm sure.
I hope I'm not intruding.
Dr. Garland. Please come in.
Detective, I don't know how to say this
other than forthrightly,
but it has come to my attention
that you and Julia have had a romantic relationship.
Yes.
Oh.
But it was before you and Julia met.
I see.
Dr. Garland, you've won Julia's hand in marriage.
Why trouble yourself with the past?
The past is only the past if it is dead and gone.
Is that the case with you and Dr. Ogden?
Yes. Yes, it is.
I have your assurance of that?
Dr. Garland, if you ask Julia,
I believe she will confirm that I am a man of my word.
Very well then.
Julia is an extraordinary woman.
I would fight for her in the extreme should the need arise.
As you should.
Very well then, Detective.
I hope to see you at our wedding.