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Did you read in the Sunday Gazette
about Britain's Dioscovery expedition to the Antarctic?
Yes. Uh, 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.
[Rumbling, horse neighing]
[Woman screams]
[Electricity crackling]
[Crowd murmuring]
William.
[Rumbling continues]
DR. OGDEN: [Gasps]
My Lord, William.
I've never felt such a thing in my life.
It's an earthquake!
CRABTREE: 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.
[Crowd murmuring]
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 tunneled up from the earth to rob a jeweler's?
I think the hole is your answer, George.
The question is, where did the tunnel originate?
We've checked all the surrounding buildings.
There's no sign of any tunneling.
The entrance to the tunnel must be nearby, George.
This would have taken a long time to dig.
Well, I daresay, sir, I once dug out my Aunt Magnolia's cellar.
I started in on a hole not much wider than this.
And 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... 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!
[Door closes]
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 red-tinted nail-polish cake, if you dare.
[Chuckles] 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 Yucatán.
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.
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 backfilled 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.
[Indistinct conversations]
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.
[Chuckles]
You expect me to believe
that some local thief has built a machine
capable of tunneling through the middle of the earth?
Um, 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 deposits 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.
Um, tens of thousands of dollars.
Maybe more.
And the estimated value of the stolen diamonds?
Approximately $2,000.
Not exactly a moneymaker, 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 were 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.
- [Knock on door] - CRABTREE: 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?
[Clocks ticking]
I've been robbed.
Thousands and thousands and thousands.
Everything gone. You degenerate thief!
Scum. You 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 jeweler's in the city.
- Every jeweler'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.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Talking stops]
Thank you all for coming today.
As the resident geologist of the Ontario Provincial Museum,
I've been given the great honor
in cataloguing many of the finds of our speaker today.
[Whispering] Museums attract the strangest types.
MAN: [Clears throat]
A-An explorer, an adventurer, a woman of many talents...
our resident archaeologist, Miss Elva Gordon.
[Footsteps approaching]
[Audience murmuring]
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 Yucatán,
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'm a long way from believing in
a race of humanlike 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 laugh]
- Good afternoon, Doctors. - George.
Emily, would you care to join me for lunch?
There's a man here from Coney Island selling hot dogs.
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?
[Chuckles] Of course. Yes.
Dr. Ogden invited me.
DR. OGDEN: You would have enjoyed it, George.
The speaker was an ardent believer
in a 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.
Well, Doctor, that's very kind of you.
But I had to work anyway.
I've been at the jeweler's all day waiting for...
Waiting for what, George?
Waiting for a man to arrive from beneath the earth.
MURDOCH: 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've recently been informed of a 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... are tunneling up
to steal our diamonds,
a-and then tunneling 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.
BRACKEN REID: You were right, Murdoch.
There was another robbery last night.
Was it at a jeweler'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 had 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.
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 traveling 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 tunneling 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 that 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.
Well.
[Indistinct conversations]
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.
Um, 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 traveling 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 traveled in.
But, sir, if our thief is from the Hollow Earth,
he would be traveling 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-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 and...
Uh, n-no, sir. By sound, of course.
They're like bats.
They emit this high-pitched "Nee! Nee!"
And it bounces through the tunnels and...
George, why have we not seen one of these snouted beasts, then?
They're allergic to sunlight.
- Ah. - 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 that 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.
GORDON: 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.
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. I... Miss Gordon, I did not mean to offend you.
No. Please. I appreciate the skepticism.
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.
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.
Well, he's crisscrossed the whole neighborhood.
Sir, there was too many paths for us to follow.
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?
Well, 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 100 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?
DR. ROOM E: 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 a-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 hot dogs were very popular and they may run out.
Yes, but the hot dogs are...
[Rumbling, glass breaking]
[Crowd shouting, horses neighing]
[Rumbling continues]
Emily, brace yourself! They're coming right for us!
DR. GRACE: George, what's happening?!
[Shouting continues]
They're back.
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 thingamajig for that,
don't you, Murdoch?
I will soon.
[Humming]
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 to discern its intensity.
It's hardly rudimentary, sir. Well done.
A-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 epicenter.
Indeed.
Since our underground thief is on the move,
it's difficult to discern one single epicenter.
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.
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. - [Telephone 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 hot dog 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.
Uh, Henry, the detective says that you...
Sir, he says it was more like 30 minutes ago.
Constable, stop tying up the line.
[Telephone rings]
- Henry, I've told you... - BRACKEN REID: Murdoch!
Oh. 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.
[Insects chirping]
Bloody hell, Murdoch. We've lost him, haven't we?
Uh, quite the contrary, sir.
If the readings have stopped altogether,
that means the digging machine has stopped.
All we have to do now is calculate where he is.
Oh.
Sir, the the last of the readings from the constables.
You were right, sir. They all end at 20 past 9:00.
Right, then.
According to these readings...
...that would place the thief
approximately 200 yards northwest of this post.
Here.
CRABTREE: 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. L-I'll have to let them in.
Constable Crabtree. Can I be of assistance?
BLEVITCH: My largest diamond. A gift for my wife.
MURDOCH: That's a rather attractive-looking
piece of jewelry.
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.
Oh.
Dr. Martin Roome, perhaps?
I have no idea who that is.
When did this suitor give you the piece of jewelry?
- 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 had 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. - Hm.
And I assume you have an alibi for your whereabouts
these past few nights?
Other than this evening, no.
L-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, traveling, 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.
[Keys jingling]
The diamond ties her to the criminals.
She's spending a night in the cells.
Sir, I'm in favor of detaining Miss Gordon
while we continue to search the museum.
But I don't think she's our culprit.
Oh, 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.
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 arrested.
Is it true she's a criminal?
We have suspicions
that she's involved in this string of robberies.
[Telephone rings]
Detective William Murdoch.
Henry?
Wait. Slow down, Henry.
Just... 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 have installed seismographs across the city,
and if we can get the information from them,
hopefully I'll be able to track him.
Sir.
Uh, 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.
Approximately 120 yards east.
He's traveling east along Wilton Crescent.
Wilton?
CRABTREE: Post three, 2.2.
Post seven, 1.6.
Post eight, 1.5.
- William? - Just a moment.
Sir.
MURDOCH: 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!
CRABTREE: Out! Out! The mole men are coming!
[Rumbling continues]
[Crowd shouting, horse neighing]
Dear God, William. What is happening?
I have no idea.
Why would he come here?
[Rumbling stops]
[Woman screams]
Miss Gordon.
She's still in the building.
I'll take this lot and fan out north of the city,
see what we can 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.
Then they found a-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... 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 7 Woodhill Lane.
George, find the inspector and the constables
and tell them the address... just north of Bloor Street.
Sir.
[Sniffs]
[Gasping]
Herbert?
Please, let me explain.
I've watched you from afar for so long.
[Chain rattles]
[Knock on door]
This is Detective Murdoch of the Toronto Constabulary!
Open the door and give yourself up!
We need an ax or a hammer or something.
The 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... You built this?
I built it for you.
L-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.
Stand back.
[Machinery whirring]
[Grunts]
[Rumbling]
Get back!
Look at this rubbish, Murdoch.
"Mole People Biding Their Time."
These idiots know that thief buried himself
alongside that nutcase of a woman in a 100-foot grave.
- Bunch of drivel. - Mm.
- 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.
[Indistinct conversations]
Two of your Coney Islands, please, my good man.
[Sighs]
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... the real mole men
have yet to make contact with this world.
- Ah. - Thank you.
Thank you.
Mmm!
- Mm? - Delicious.
Hmm?
Honestly, George.
MAN: Nee!
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