Murdoch Mysteries

- Kinetoscope number three. - Right over here.

It will be one penny.

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No!

Ah!

- Shot, you think? - Hmm.

More likely stabbed,

- with something narrow. - A letter opener?

Possibly.

Sir.

A fingermark. In some blood.

It's likely a thumb mark.

Less than 24 hours old.

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

You can't go in there, sir.

I am here to see Detective Murdoch.

Mr Tesla.

It appears we are to renew our acquaintance, Detective.

Once again under tragic circumstances.

What do you know of this, Mr Tesla?

His name is Julius Bosworth.

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

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

His investor was about to pull out.

Alas, I was in same boat.

Yes. I read that you had lost funding

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

J.P. Morgan seeks only money.

So I could only advise as to methods and theory.

What are you doing here?

He said he was close to success

and wanted me to share in it.

Instead, when I arrived he was dead

and some of his equipment had been removed.

What was he working on?

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

- Morning, gentlemen. - Ah, Inspector!

Welcome back! How was New York?

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

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

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

Sir, I'm sorry to hear that.

Eh. Where's Murdoch?

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

Field equations. I assume you would understand.

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

These are my letters.

August 22nd. Two weeks ago.

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

- Is that blood? - I believe so.

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

Invisibility?

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

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

- Why? - No theory accounts for it.

You are not familiar with the journal Annalan Der Physik?

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

A recent article has solved the problem.

See, light can be understood as packets of energy

that are either absorbed or reflected by atoms.

If these atoms could be magnetically realigned,

packets of specific energy will pass through unperturbed.

Rendering the object invisible.

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

Precisely.

It's all bollocks if you ask me.

Uh, Sirs.

Miss Hart has some results for you, sir.

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

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

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

I can see how it might be to my advantage

to make certain objects invisible.

Things I don't want other people to steal.

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

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

we're all tripping over invisible objects

other people have left lying around.

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

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

An invisible hole?

- Julia, you remember-- - Mr Tesla!

How wonderful to see you again.

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

Until we can solve the murder of my colleague.

Oh yes, I heard. How terrible.

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

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

Good idea.

Am I interrupting, George?

Well, I've been charged with matching the fingermarks

found at the crime scene with those in our files.

And while the Detective's classification system does--

If it's a bad time--

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

Well, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind

giving our manuscript a quick read.

It's done then, is it?

Well, writing is never quite done, is it?

Always room to improve.

I've managed to liven up the forensics,

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

He does tend to be precise.

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

So I was wondering...

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

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

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

It would be greatly appreciated.

He was stabbed in the left ventricle.

The entry wound was very small.

A screwdriver, perhaps?

That would be my guess.

The depth of the wound was four inches

but the shaft could have been longer.

Have you established the time of death?

Between 10:30 and midnight.

- George! - Sir!

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

Sir, I'm working on that right now.

George, we classified that fingermark

as a right thumb Reverse whorl-3.

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

Sir, I apologise. I fell asleep.

Sir, a woman has just reported Professor Bosworth missing.

Please show her to my office, Henry.

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

Fiona Rossini.

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

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

Professor Bosworth talked about you.

How is it you know Professor Bosworth?

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

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

Why is that?

Because he came to see me the other night

and he was bleeding quite badly.

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

- When was this? - Night before last.

No, sorry.

The night before the night before last.

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

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

What did Professor Bosworth come to see you about?

He had a box he wanted me to keep.

- A box? - Mm-hmm.

About this big. Made of wood.

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

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

But it bled a lot!

That was the last I saw of him.

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

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

That's not Professor Bosworth.

- It's not? - No.

The Professor is balding with a moustache and

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

Oh, I'm so relieved!

Though I suppose I shouldn't be too happy.

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

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

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

As am I, Miss Rossini.

So it wasn't Professor Bosworth?

Apparently I had made an erroneous assumption.

Which means we still need to identify our victim.

I'll contact the other Station Houses,

see if anyone has been reported missing.

Also see that his photograph is distributed.

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

Sir.

Sir, I found a match for our bloody fingermark.

An ex-convict by the name of Sam Marshall.

Very good. Bring him in.

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

No, it can't be.

Bloody hell.

It really is invisible.

So apparently not bollocks.

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

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

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

- Whom. - I don't know.

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

I don't know,

but I wonder if the man who left the bloody fingermark

will have an answer to that question.

You're wasting your time.

To the contrary, Mr Marshall.

You left a bloody fingermark at the scene of the crime

which matches exactly the fingermarks

we have on file for you.

All right, I was there.

But I didn't kill him.

Didn't kill who?

Whoever you think I did.

Perhaps this will jog your memory.

That's not the man that--

That's the man--

Please, continue.