The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s04e12 Episode Script
The Kissing Bandit
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.
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 Russell? You're not the only one getting married.
How thrilling.
Here comes the lucky lady.
I beg your pardon, Mr Carlin, I wonder if you could check this balance sheet? It's giving me fits.
Of course, Miss Rose.
TWO GUNSHOTS Not to state the obvious, good people, but LOUD THUMP 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.
Butit may help to breathe.
Robbery in progress! Bank of Toronto! Deal with it, Crabtree! To the armoury, lads! There now.
That wasn't so bad, was it? Oh, my! Who do we have here? Hmm 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! HE SIGHS MURDOCH COUGHS 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'm in town to help with Julia's wedding.
Hello, Detective.
Exciting times? Most assuredly.
I'm all a-twitter.
Make way! Make way, please! Paddy Glynn.
Inspector Brackenreid? Inspector? We're busy, Glynn.
Yes.
And doing a fine job catching no-one, I see.
Tell me, did the robber kiss any women? Yes.
This Kissing Bandit struck again all right.
Kissing Bandit, oh, perfect moniker.
Thank you.
Thank you, Inspector.
What did he thank me for? "Kissing Bandit" - I suppose I deserved 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 Annabel to re-live the experience, Detective? I'm afraid so, Mr Russell.
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 tipped me back was like a dance.
A dance? He's a criminal, darling, violent and dangerous.
Thank you, Mr Russell.
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 colour, 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 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 going to build something, aren't you? Hello, Jules.
Ruby! I thought you were in New York.
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.
Well, I'm honoured.
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.
SHE LAUGHS It's beautiful.
Try it on.
For me.
All right.
GIGGLING Oh! You look so bridal.
COUGHING Detective! Wasn't that an exciting bank robbery today? Bank robbery? Yes.
At the Bank It was thrilling.
They're calling the thief the Kissing Bandit.
Unfortunately He escaped.
But William almost had him, didn't you? Well, I've Goodness, Ruby, are you all right? Yes, I am.
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.
LAUGHS NERVOUSLY Here you are.
Thank you.
Miss Ogden.
Jules? Did you ever tell Darcy about your relationship with William? Why, of course I did.
Well, 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 two thousand dollars 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 favour.
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 donations to the orphanage.
We recovered almost all the money.
I would have thought I'd have heard a "well done" from you.
There is little comfort in knowing the Kissing Bandit is on the loose, free to strike us again at any time.
We're not sitting around comparing bunions.
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.
So even if the Kissing Bandit gets away with his next robbery, he can't give it away or spend it without being caught.
Mr Carlin? Paddy Glynn, Toronto Gazette.
What's he doing here? He's been 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 the bank managers have to do is make sure a money bag with the dye discharger gets handed over.
We'll catch him red-handed.
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, it's nothing.
That's um It's justa story I'm writing.
Oh.
What's it about? It's just a little project I've been fooling with.
There's a murder, some adventure.
And 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.
Gallivanting around the world, writing for The Times? It has been a whirlwind, yes.
They sent me everywhere - San Francisco, Bombay, Russia.
I interviewed a revolutionary there, Vladimir Ulyanov.
Watch out for him.
- I will.
- But it all pales in comparison to organising an wedding.
- Will you be attending? - Indeed, I will, yes.
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, ma'am.
Attention, gentlemen.
The Kissing Bandit has robbed the Bank of Torontoagain.
The Kissing? Another impressive entrance, Inspector.
And of course, you're too late.
Bollocks.
Was anyone hurt? Mr Russell's pride may have suffered a blow.
What am I to do against a pistol-wielding thug? Miss Rose, the Bandit kissed you again? - He did, yes.
- Scoundrel.
Did you 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 left in the vault.
Someone has a personal gripe against the Bank of Toronto? Personal, sir? Yeah.
Former employee or a customer with a grudge.
But then why rob the King's and the Dominion Banks as well? To throw us off.
We shouldn't discount the possibility.
Have the lads re-interview the employees.
See if they can think of anyone who might 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 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 For goodness sake, William, do you still love her? My feelings for Julia are my concern, Miss Ogden.
Why are men so dim-witted when it comes to love? So I am feeble and dim-witted now? I understand that the Kissing Bandit returned to the bank and kissed the same woman? That's correct.
From what I saw the other day, Miss Rose was enthralled by his touch, 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're trying to say to me.
What I'm saying is that Miss Rose and even this lonely 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, um 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, 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 that 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 dollars 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.
He may have started out that way, sir.
But something changed when he encountered Annabel Rose.
That's all just for show.
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.
" The Bandit took the money without setting off the mousetrap, put the trap in the box and delivered it to you.
Then you open it 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.
Scrutiny camera? Yes, sir.
With proper placement, I think we can catch the Kissing Bandit when he least expects it.
Sir, Annabel Rose and Rupert Russell are asking to see you.
The Kissing Bandit has requested the pleasure of Annabel's company this evening at eight o'clock.
"The Crescent Hotel, Room 304.
" The man has no morals whatsoever.
And here is my poor darling Annabel, 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 Annabel? Yes, who knows? Mr Russell, I suspect that if the Bandit intended to harm Miss Rose, he would've done so by now.
You're suggesting she rendezvous with this criminal? I forbid it.
Mr Russell Inspector? I share your deep concern for Annabel's safety.
Finally, a rational voice.
You'll put a stop to this? I will.
The safety of your fiancee 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 Russell.
I cannot abide that.
Can you? No, Inspector.
I will allow the rendezvous.
Forgive me, Annabel.
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, etcetera.
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 eight o'clock.
'There's only one entrance to the hotel.
'We'll have Constables Higgins and Crabtree stationed outside the entrance 'in case the Kissing Bandit gets past us somehow and attempts to escape.
'Annabel 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.
' COUGHS LOUDLY That's the signal.
That's her.
STIFLED SCREAM Ssh! (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 apologise for the subterfuge, but I knew the police would be lurking.
My fiance 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.
I can't hear a thing, not even her footsteps.
It's as ifno-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 fiance? Well? What's happening, Murdoch? I KNOCKS ON WINDOW Higgins! Ah! Gentlemen.
Bollocks.
Well, he apologised 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? Well, he's 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? I gave him my answer.
Annabel, 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.
Annabel, come with me.
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.
SIGHS DEEPLY 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.
And what do you mean? 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, um Water under the bridge.
Well, the hour's getting late.
It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Ogden.
Good night.
Ah, sir.
Morning, Murdoch.
Good morning.
Mr Belford has received the money from the latest Bank of Toronto robbery.
How much are we taking back from the downtrodden this time? $100.
Was Mr Goody-Two-Shoes 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.
UmJules, 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.
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.
The 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.
KNOCK AT DOOR 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? I 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 arse, Glynn! You 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.
That's a matter of public record.
Yes, the public record.
But crime reporters like you help create the public record.
So I became the Kissing Bandit to create a story? That's ludicrous.
William Randolph Hearst helped create a war in Cuba to sell newspapers.
Ludicrous, but true.
KNOCK AT DOOR 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 Annabel.
He never even announced a robbery.
He bent her back as if to kiss her.
And 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? Several witnesses heard the Kissing Bandit say, "You betrayed me," to Miss Rose just before the shot.
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! Annabel! Mr Russell, Mr Russell! Please, let me go to her.
I'm sorry, but we must preserve the scene.
I have to ask you where you were 15 minutes ago.
Having my lunch! Now, please! Mr Russell, 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.
Hmm.
And you're sure it wasn't Paddy Glynn? He was in custody at the time of Annabel'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.
The disguise made that easy.
So if Paddy Glynn is the Kissing Bandit Who's the Killing Bandit? Who could Annabel have betrayed? Mr Russell 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 Annabel was shot.
She was your betrothed, Mr Russell.
Sweet, innocent Annabel.
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.
But you took it one step further.
But I loved her, Detective.
Maybe I didn't make any grand sweeping gestures.
It isn't my way.
But neither is killing her.
Rupert Russell did not kill Miss Rose.
For a fact? A strong inclination.
Bloody marvellous.
What now, Murdoch? Well, sir, if it's not about love It's about the money.
It's always about the money.
And that would bring us back to? Annabel How? The Kissing Bandit.
That's not possible.
You seem pretty sure of that, Patrick.
Because you are the Kissing Bandit.
And you loved Annabel 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 Annabel? Yes.
When she yielded to that first kiss, how could I not return to her? I'd 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 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 Annabel 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 book-keeper.
I see.
Well, we know that the Kissing Bandit gave every penny he stole to charity.
Why the discrepancy between what the charity reported receiving and what you reported stolen from the bank during the first robbery? 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 Annabel 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? Annabel 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.
KNOCK AT DOOR 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.
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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.
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 Russell? You're not the only one getting married.
How thrilling.
Here comes the lucky lady.
I beg your pardon, Mr Carlin, I wonder if you could check this balance sheet? It's giving me fits.
Of course, Miss Rose.
TWO GUNSHOTS Not to state the obvious, good people, but LOUD THUMP 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.
Butit may help to breathe.
Robbery in progress! Bank of Toronto! Deal with it, Crabtree! To the armoury, lads! There now.
That wasn't so bad, was it? Oh, my! Who do we have here? Hmm 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! HE SIGHS MURDOCH COUGHS 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'm in town to help with Julia's wedding.
Hello, Detective.
Exciting times? Most assuredly.
I'm all a-twitter.
Make way! Make way, please! Paddy Glynn.
Inspector Brackenreid? Inspector? We're busy, Glynn.
Yes.
And doing a fine job catching no-one, I see.
Tell me, did the robber kiss any women? Yes.
This Kissing Bandit struck again all right.
Kissing Bandit, oh, perfect moniker.
Thank you.
Thank you, Inspector.
What did he thank me for? "Kissing Bandit" - I suppose I deserved 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 Annabel to re-live the experience, Detective? I'm afraid so, Mr Russell.
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 tipped me back was like a dance.
A dance? He's a criminal, darling, violent and dangerous.
Thank you, Mr Russell.
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 colour, 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 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 going to build something, aren't you? Hello, Jules.
Ruby! I thought you were in New York.
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.
Well, I'm honoured.
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.
SHE LAUGHS It's beautiful.
Try it on.
For me.
All right.
GIGGLING Oh! You look so bridal.
COUGHING Detective! Wasn't that an exciting bank robbery today? Bank robbery? Yes.
At the Bank It was thrilling.
They're calling the thief the Kissing Bandit.
Unfortunately He escaped.
But William almost had him, didn't you? Well, I've Goodness, Ruby, are you all right? Yes, I am.
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.
LAUGHS NERVOUSLY Here you are.
Thank you.
Miss Ogden.
Jules? Did you ever tell Darcy about your relationship with William? Why, of course I did.
Well, 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 two thousand dollars 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 favour.
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 donations to the orphanage.
We recovered almost all the money.
I would have thought I'd have heard a "well done" from you.
There is little comfort in knowing the Kissing Bandit is on the loose, free to strike us again at any time.
We're not sitting around comparing bunions.
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.
So even if the Kissing Bandit gets away with his next robbery, he can't give it away or spend it without being caught.
Mr Carlin? Paddy Glynn, Toronto Gazette.
What's he doing here? He's been 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 the bank managers have to do is make sure a money bag with the dye discharger gets handed over.
We'll catch him red-handed.
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, it's nothing.
That's um It's justa story I'm writing.
Oh.
What's it about? It's just a little project I've been fooling with.
There's a murder, some adventure.
And 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.
Gallivanting around the world, writing for The Times? It has been a whirlwind, yes.
They sent me everywhere - San Francisco, Bombay, Russia.
I interviewed a revolutionary there, Vladimir Ulyanov.
Watch out for him.
- I will.
- But it all pales in comparison to organising an wedding.
- Will you be attending? - Indeed, I will, yes.
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, ma'am.
Attention, gentlemen.
The Kissing Bandit has robbed the Bank of Torontoagain.
The Kissing? Another impressive entrance, Inspector.
And of course, you're too late.
Bollocks.
Was anyone hurt? Mr Russell's pride may have suffered a blow.
What am I to do against a pistol-wielding thug? Miss Rose, the Bandit kissed you again? - He did, yes.
- Scoundrel.
Did you 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 left in the vault.
Someone has a personal gripe against the Bank of Toronto? Personal, sir? Yeah.
Former employee or a customer with a grudge.
But then why rob the King's and the Dominion Banks as well? To throw us off.
We shouldn't discount the possibility.
Have the lads re-interview the employees.
See if they can think of anyone who might 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 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 For goodness sake, William, do you still love her? My feelings for Julia are my concern, Miss Ogden.
Why are men so dim-witted when it comes to love? So I am feeble and dim-witted now? I understand that the Kissing Bandit returned to the bank and kissed the same woman? That's correct.
From what I saw the other day, Miss Rose was enthralled by his touch, 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're trying to say to me.
What I'm saying is that Miss Rose and even this lonely 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, um 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, 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 that 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 dollars 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.
He may have started out that way, sir.
But something changed when he encountered Annabel Rose.
That's all just for show.
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.
" The Bandit took the money without setting off the mousetrap, put the trap in the box and delivered it to you.
Then you open it 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.
Scrutiny camera? Yes, sir.
With proper placement, I think we can catch the Kissing Bandit when he least expects it.
Sir, Annabel Rose and Rupert Russell are asking to see you.
The Kissing Bandit has requested the pleasure of Annabel's company this evening at eight o'clock.
"The Crescent Hotel, Room 304.
" The man has no morals whatsoever.
And here is my poor darling Annabel, 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 Annabel? Yes, who knows? Mr Russell, I suspect that if the Bandit intended to harm Miss Rose, he would've done so by now.
You're suggesting she rendezvous with this criminal? I forbid it.
Mr Russell Inspector? I share your deep concern for Annabel's safety.
Finally, a rational voice.
You'll put a stop to this? I will.
The safety of your fiancee 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 Russell.
I cannot abide that.
Can you? No, Inspector.
I will allow the rendezvous.
Forgive me, Annabel.
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, etcetera.
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 eight o'clock.
'There's only one entrance to the hotel.
'We'll have Constables Higgins and Crabtree stationed outside the entrance 'in case the Kissing Bandit gets past us somehow and attempts to escape.
'Annabel 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.
' COUGHS LOUDLY That's the signal.
That's her.
STIFLED SCREAM Ssh! (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 apologise for the subterfuge, but I knew the police would be lurking.
My fiance 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.
I can't hear a thing, not even her footsteps.
It's as ifno-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 fiance? Well? What's happening, Murdoch? I KNOCKS ON WINDOW Higgins! Ah! Gentlemen.
Bollocks.
Well, he apologised 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? Well, he's 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? I gave him my answer.
Annabel, 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.
Annabel, come with me.
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.
SIGHS DEEPLY 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.
And what do you mean? 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, um Water under the bridge.
Well, the hour's getting late.
It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Ogden.
Good night.
Ah, sir.
Morning, Murdoch.
Good morning.
Mr Belford has received the money from the latest Bank of Toronto robbery.
How much are we taking back from the downtrodden this time? $100.
Was Mr Goody-Two-Shoes 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.
UmJules, 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.
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.
The 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.
KNOCK AT DOOR 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? I 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 arse, Glynn! You 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.
That's a matter of public record.
Yes, the public record.
But crime reporters like you help create the public record.
So I became the Kissing Bandit to create a story? That's ludicrous.
William Randolph Hearst helped create a war in Cuba to sell newspapers.
Ludicrous, but true.
KNOCK AT DOOR 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 Annabel.
He never even announced a robbery.
He bent her back as if to kiss her.
And 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? Several witnesses heard the Kissing Bandit say, "You betrayed me," to Miss Rose just before the shot.
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! Annabel! Mr Russell, Mr Russell! Please, let me go to her.
I'm sorry, but we must preserve the scene.
I have to ask you where you were 15 minutes ago.
Having my lunch! Now, please! Mr Russell, 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.
Hmm.
And you're sure it wasn't Paddy Glynn? He was in custody at the time of Annabel'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.
The disguise made that easy.
So if Paddy Glynn is the Kissing Bandit Who's the Killing Bandit? Who could Annabel have betrayed? Mr Russell 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 Annabel was shot.
She was your betrothed, Mr Russell.
Sweet, innocent Annabel.
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.
But you took it one step further.
But I loved her, Detective.
Maybe I didn't make any grand sweeping gestures.
It isn't my way.
But neither is killing her.
Rupert Russell did not kill Miss Rose.
For a fact? A strong inclination.
Bloody marvellous.
What now, Murdoch? Well, sir, if it's not about love It's about the money.
It's always about the money.
And that would bring us back to? Annabel How? The Kissing Bandit.
That's not possible.
You seem pretty sure of that, Patrick.
Because you are the Kissing Bandit.
And you loved Annabel 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 Annabel? Yes.
When she yielded to that first kiss, how could I not return to her? I'd 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 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 Annabel 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 book-keeper.
I see.
Well, we know that the Kissing Bandit gave every penny he stole to charity.
Why the discrepancy between what the charity reported receiving and what you reported stolen from the bank during the first robbery? 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 Annabel 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? Annabel 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.
KNOCK AT DOOR 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.
for Red Bee Media Ltd - 2011