01x03 - In Manus Dei

[bunniefuu]

[ORGAN MUSIC]

The Bible teaches us that all things are possible to him that believeth, and I ask, all of you... do you believe in the power of the Almighty Father.

[THE CROWD APPROVES]

Hallelujah!

[APPLAUSE]

I know the good Lord can hear.

I witnessed a miracle first hand.

When I was eleven years old, the Devil himself came into our home, and tried to take my little sister Jane from us.

[CROWD MURMURS]

She was dying of pneumonia.

The doctors told my parents there was nothing more to be done: "Start planning the funeral."

Woman: Aaah!

I loved my little sister more than anything in the world and I stood by her death bed, took her hand...

[DARK MUSIC]

.. and I prayed... asked God to heal her.

I felt a warmth move through my body.

It was God, bestowing His gift of healing upon me.

And here she is today!

[APPLAUSE]

My little sister!

Jane! Alive and well!

From that moment on, I knew God had chosen me to be His best soul here on Earth.

From the crowd: Yeah!

And today, I'm here to share my gift with all of you.

I'm told this poor young woman is suffering from a terrible heart condition.

She's in pain every day of her life.

♪♪

Do you have faith the Lord can heal you today?

Free you from your pain?

[INHALES DEEPLY] I do.

Then Lord, I ask You to bless this woman. Free her from her suffering!

[YELLING] In God's only name, I demand you, demons of sickness, to leave this woman now!

♪♪

[SHE SCREAMS]

Oh, God!

My pain... it's gone!

Hallelujah!

[APPLAUSE]

Woman: Hallelujah!

Praise the Lord!

Woman: Praise the Lord!

Man: What a lot of rubbish!

[WHISPERED] Frederick, you promised!

I'll wager she isn't even sick, probably an actress.

[WHISPERED] Stop it.

Reverend: Sir, if you don't wish to be here, I suggest you leave.

Don't do this. I'm begging you.

You can't take away people's pain. You're a fraud!

[THEY PROTEST]

If you disparage me, you disparage God.

God is as big a fraud as you.

[ALL SCANDALIZED]

[HEARTBEATS]

He will punish you for your lack of faith.

[HEARTBEAT]

This man has been blind since birth!

[COUGHS]

Never gaze into his wife's eyes, never seen the faces of his beautiful children.

But today, [COUGHS] by the grace of God, he will see!

Fred, Fred.

The wife: Oh, God! Oh, God!

[COUGHS]

Help me!

Help me. Please, help me!

[HUBBUB]

[FRED STILL COUGHING]

Help! Please, help! Help!

Please! Help me, please! Please!

S01E03 - In Manus Dei

[HEARTBEAT]

I suppose it's too late to decline their diner invitation.

You're a brilliant wordsmith, no doubt you can conjure a few hours of polite conversation.

Allow me.

♪ BACH - The Well-Tempered Clavier ♪

Arthur?

♪♪

I see what you're doing.

Do you?

It's not going to work.

Shame.

[KISSING HER NECK]

[BACH STILL PLAYING]

There, that should get you through diner.

♪♪

[SHE LAUGHS]

[SAD MUSIC]

♪♪

Don't pack those away.

[HORSES' HOOVES FROM AFAR]

She's going to come home.

♪♪

Houdini: Here's a headline for ya!

People who go to faith-healers are already sick!

So, this fellow Batch just happened to die moments after the Reverend Elias Downey condemned him?

That was a gift from my wife.

You're in a suit now?

Oh, ooh, what's this? Eww!

Doyle: All right, you're suggesting they're performing tricks just like you.

Houdini: No, my tricks don't endanger people's life.

Guys like Downey promote quackery over medicine.

Someone comes to them with a treatable condition, like... the French gout.

They offer prayer instead of sending them to the doctor for a mercury treatment. The sooner we stop Downey, the better.

I'm afraid I have to agree with Harry.

Houdini: Beautiful, and smart!

You're a catholic, but you don't believe in the hand of God?

I do. But I don't believe just anyone can channel it.

Well, according to this paper, this man has performed countless miracles.

He's cured cancer, gave a blind man back his sight.

Has he ever regrown a lost limb?

Something you could actually witness.

Yes, I know. A lot of faith-healers are charlatans.

But this man seems different. He doesn't even charge for admission.

Bet he accepts donations though.

If we can prove he can actually heal people, imagine the possibilities, the lives that can be saved.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

You want to save lives... let's prove that Downey's a fraud.

Stratton: First, we need to determine if Batch did die of natural causes.

You're right. We should do an autopsy.

Merring: Ah, as far as I can recall, I'm still in charge.

And I will not authorise an autopsy, without strong evidence that a crime was actually committed.

Batch was a sick man who d*ed.

That's an end to it.

Now, if you would excuse me...

[DOOR SLAMS]

Houdini: You heard him say we should investigate this, right?

Doyle: Without a doubt.

I know just where we can start.

[ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Anne Batch: Fred did have a minor case of the flu.

But that's not why we went to the show.

Mrs Batch?

If I'm being honest, I wasn't sure which one of us had a problem.

♪♪

You wanted a child?

It was difficult because Fred travelled so much for business.

But after trying for three years, I knew something was wrong.

Reverend Downey was our last hope.

Houdini: Clearly, your husband didn't share your believes.

He went to the show to appease me, but he just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

You're saying he brought this on himself?

He evoked the wrath of God.

The sooner we get him into the ground, the better.

Mrs Batch?

I wanted to offer my condolences.

Thank you so much, that's very kind.

I just hope you can find it in you heart to forgive me.

There is nothing to forgive.

The Lord knows the strength of your faith.

And for that, you'll be rewarded.

Amen to that!

Harry Houdini!

What an honour! Elias Downey.

Houdini: Yes! I know, I've seen your work. Nice suit by the way.

Conning the sick and desperate must pay well!

♪♪

It's... unwise to insult a servant of God.

Especially in a church.

Hum... Is that a thr*at?

Everyone! Come on.

Gather near! And watch as Reverend Downey strikes me down before your very eyes.

Houdini: Oh, what's it gonna be, Downey? You're gonna turn me to stone?

Are you... are you gonna summon a horde of wild animals, to tear me limb from limb.

Or perhaps a good old-fashion lightning bolt! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

Just, promise to do me something very dramatic.

Downey: God decides who is punished, I am not...

Houdini: Don't be so modest! You're the all powerful...

Doyle: This looks like a tan line.

It's your chance to show us...

Judging by the skin tone, I'd say around a month old.

He didn't get that tan in London.

Who doesn't love seeing the wrath of God up close and personal?

I know I do!

You too, sir, huh? I see it.

Houdini: I see it. Am I right? After all...

Doyle: A rash!

His wife said he travelled for work.

He's been somewhere tropical.

I don't think he had the flu.

It might have been dengue fever.

If left untreated, it could be fatal.

Houdini: You profit from their...

Maybe he did die of natural causes.

Isn't it odd that Mrs Batch didn't mention her husband's rash?

He might have down play his illness. Didn't want her to worry.

I'll ask around at his work. Maybe others were infected as well.

Downey: I ask you to admit that God, through His love, is more powerful than any medicine.

Houdini: If God really give a damn, there'd be no illness in the first place.

We cannot begin to understand His plan.

Or maybe, God is just a louse, [HEARTBEAT] who gets a divine thrill out of watching people suffer.

Still no lightning bolt? [SIGHS AND CLICKS TONGUE]

Oh, I'm sure it's coming. He must just be busy with other blasphemers.

♪♪

God knows what is truly in your heart.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

♪♪

Again, my deepest condolences.

♪♪

[TYPEWRITERS' NOISES]

Stratton: I'm still waiting to hear back from Batch's boss, to see if he was suffering any other symptoms of dengue fever.

But, he wasn't the first non believer to have been stroke down.

A man in Liverpool b*rned to death, a woman in Bristol was electrocuted, a man, in Manchester, was trampled by horse and carriage.

They were all determined to be accidents.

But all of them d*ed just hours after they disparaged Downey.

These can't be coincidences.

Stratton: It... does seem that heresy led to be demise.

If anything, the timing of these accidents suggests foul play.

With the good reverend as the main suspect.

Wild speculation.

If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a grudge against the man.

I know his kind.

We gotta shut this guy down, before more people are k*lled.

[RING TONES]

♪♪

He draws a bigger crowd than you.

I don't use the fear of God to fill seats.

[CHORAL SINGING]

♪ There is joy in the Lord ♪
♪ There is joy in the Lord ♪
♪ Hallelujah, glory, glory ♪
♪ There is joy in the Lord ♪

You're Harry Houdini, ain't ya?

By your tone, I gather you're... not a fan.

Don't think it's a good idea for you to be here, considering what happened to the last doubter.

It's all right, Joseph.

All of God's children are welcome.

Thank you.

He's very devoted to my brother, we all are.

I'm alive today because of him.

Downey: All things are possible, His abilities are real.

brothers and sisters...

Now that you're here, excuse me, you can see for yourself.

Downey: All things are possible for him that believeth.

All... things are possible...

Crowd: Things are possible

Together: .. for him that believeth.

Say it with me! All things are possible for him that believeth! All...

Now, see, he is putting them in a suggestive state.

There's a lot of techniques these guys use, starting with the placebo effect.

... for him that believeth.

Charlatans have been using it for years. Scientists finally put a name on it.

If you believe you're gonna feel better, you will.

And this tent is full of people who wanna believe in miracles.

Nothing wrong with that.

[CHUCKLES]

[MOANING AND BREATH LOUDLY]

the ability to heal...

Hey, you all right?

Me stomach.

[DOWNEY KEEPS TALKING]

Hey! Easy!

... I am but a man... but God is almighty...

What are you doing?

[SQUELCHING]

Stratton: He's... he's bleeding!

[HE GROANS]

... Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Have faith, each one of you...

What is it?

The source of your pain! A tumour!

...to the Lord. Please, have faith in the Lord...

Where... is it?

You healed me!

God bless ya!

[MAN GIGGLES]

That tumour looks suspiciously like a chicken gizzard.

Slight o'hand, an old faith healer trick.

And when all else fails, they use plants.

That woman, on the crutches she lives near me.

Unless she's been feigning for two years. She's not a plant.

Then I'm afraid she's not walking out of here.

Deliver him Lord, from his cough. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

My lungs are clear.

Reverend: Hallelujah!

Man: It's gone.

Woo-hoo. It's a miracle.

Well, coughs are always fatal.

[CROWD'S CLAPPING]

[HOUDINI MOANS]

Arthur: Oh, very funny.

Are you all right?

[HEARTBEATS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

It's food poisoning.

[DOWNEY STILL TALKING]

I need to find a bathroom.

Drop your crutches and walk!

[HEARTBEATS]

[CROWD ASTONISHED]

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

[CROWD CLAPPING]

[WHISTLING AND CHEERING]

Miss Downey, there's something I'd like to discuss with your brother.

[HEARTBEATS]

Lord Father, place your healing hand upon this woman.

Lend her Your might, Your strength, good Lord.

In Jesus Christ's name.

[PEACEFUL MUSIC]

[HOOVES OUTSIDE]

Can't expect a miracle if you don't have faith.

I do have faith.

Then prove it.

[CLOCK TICKING]

[GUITAR SLIDING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

♪♪

I know I'm not in a position to ask for favours.

Specially since I turned my back on the church.

Nothing to do with You. Bloody fools in the Vatican.

I hope...

You won't hold it against me.

Or that I k*lled Holmes.

You probably prefer Dickens.

I'm rather partial to him myself.

♪♪

I need Your help.

The children need their mother.

They miss her.

♪♪

I miss her.

So much.

I can't go through the rest of my life without hearing her voice, her laughter.

Please.

Please.

♪♪

Arthur?

[MUSIC INTENSIFYING]

You need a haircut.

[CHUCKLES]

How long have I been...?

Six months.

The children?

They're fine.

[EXHALES]

Although I have occasionally entertained the notion of boarding school.

I must look a fright?

You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Then you need a haircut, and spectacles.

Doctor: Her awakening is truly remarkable, but we need to exercise caution.

If she's to make a full recovery, she'll need to have plenty of rest.

So please, keep your visits brief.

Of course.

[EXHALES] I got your message. That's fantastic.

Thank you.

But, you couldn't possibly believe this has anything to do with Downey.

He laid hands on her and moments later she opened her eyes.

Diseases do go into remission.

[SCEPTICAL] TB?

There has to be a rational explanation.

Well, so far, her doctor has been unable to provide one.

And before you mention the placebo effect, I'd remind you she was unconscious.

And if you're suggesting she was a plant, then I suppose I'll have to admit that our twelve years of marriage and two children could be a ruse.

Well, she could have been faking her illness to get away from your long-winded speeches.

I don't trust Downey, he's a con artist, and maybe a m*rder*r.

Then why heal my wife?

He didn't! It's all part of his scam.

You're famous. Kinda. Imagine the publicity!

Believe whatever you want, but something happened here that you can't explain.

Something wonderful.

[JAUNTY MUSIC]

Stratton: When I enquired at Batch's work.

I learned he hadn't been anywhere tropical in month.

You're looking a little peaky.

You're not going to throw up again, are you?

You do care!

Only about my shoes!

Admit it. You enjoyed our dinner.

We should do it again.

Let's just focus on the investigation.

[PHONE RINGING]

[BACKGROUND STATION NOISES]

Good idea.

Right now, we have no medical explanation for Batch's death.

We need that autopsy.

[MEN DIGGING]

Doyle: Merring was adamant there'd be no autopsy.

How ever did you get him to authorize this?

Stratton: Put forth a convincing argument. I can do that, you know?

Mm... and, you thought it best to dig up the body in the middle of the night?

It is a matter of some urgency.

You didn't ask Merring's permission, did you?

Hmm! Bad girl. I like it.

You could loose your job.

Only if she gets caught, which you have to admit is quite likely.

Not if Doctor Doyle performs the autopsy.

I have a friend at the coroner's office who can grant us access, and discretion.

Even if we do find something, that won't disprove Downey's abilities. Look at my wife!

Which is why I pooled her medical records.

You did what?

Those are confidential. How did you...?

Most people can't say no to celebrity.

You have no right to go behind my back!

Seems our buddy here forgot to mention that his wife has been given an experimental treatment.

Her lungs were drained and injected with antiseptic.

Houdini: Several TB patients in France were completely cured by it.

That treatment was administered weeks ago, and there was no improvement. Her doctor ruled it a failure.

Well, then her doctor was wrong!

Isn't it more likely that the treatment took time to work, than some supernatural force magically cured her?

[WINCES]

You all right?

Mm... yeah, my back.

Here.

[TENSION BUILDING]

I'm fine!

Let me look!

[GRIMACES]

Oh, oh!

You are covered in boils.

[TENSION RESOLVING]

Stratton: Doctor, have you ever seen a case of food poisoning like this?

It's not food poisoning.

It's not the wrath of God either.

I believe Mr Houdini is suffering from hidradenitis suppurativa.

Clogged sweat glands.

It's the price to pay for a great physique.

Does it also cause vomiting?

Not normally, but, ah, there could be an underlying infection.

I've drained the boils, this poultice will help them heal.

He'll be back to his old self in no time.

Hey! That's a good thing.

It's just the timing of it all.

If a man was struck by a train, and a year later his brother was struck by the very same train, what would you call that?

Coincidence.

Exactly.

One coincidence, I can accept, but this...

Every time you express your lack of faith you're struck with an other affliction.

Correlation does not equal causation.

Look, I've already explained Mrs Doyle miraculous recovery, Dr. Kasad has explained my illness, and I'm sure the autopsy will explain Mr Batch.

[SIGHS]

[PIERCING SOUND]

[TENSION BUILDING]

Oh!

[EXHALES]

[PIERCING SOUND]

[GASPS FOR AIR]

[LOUD DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪♪

Doyle!

Is he...?

Still alive.

Come on Sleeping Beauty, wake up!

[PANTING]

Shall I fetch some smelling salts?

Nah, I prefer this method.

Ah, awake, I am awake.

What happened?

[ARTHUR EXHALES]

We need to get out of this room!

[TENSION CRESCENDOS]

You were right, Batch was m*rder*d.

I knew that, but how?

Poisoned.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Explains the rash on his chest.

♪♪

When I nicked his stomach, a toxic gas was released.

It happens when cyanide reacts with gastric acid.

We need to get you to hospital.

I'm all right.

The cyanide was lethal for Mr Batch, but, the gas it produced wasn't concentrated enough to cause me any serious harm.

♪♪

We need to tell Merring.

[PIANO PUNCTUATES]

I specifically told you there would be no autopsy.

This is cause for immediate dismissal.

Chief Inspector.

Houdini: Horace. Come on.

You're right! You have every right to be angry at Constable Stratton.

She should be dismissed. Absolutely.

But I'm sure you'll be able to come up with an explanation as to how you uncovered a m*rder in a case you didn't event want to investigate.

You should issue an arrest warrant for Elias Downey. Immediately.

Ah, I said Batch was m*rder*d. I didn't say at the hands of Downey.

Poisoning is a very human way of k*lling for someone with other-worldly abilities.

Where is your evidence of that? And don't say Touie.

She was healed by medicine, not some miracle man.

Arthur: Why are you so intent on persecuting Downey?

Houdini: The man's a k*ller! At least four people who heckled him are pushing up daisies.

Am I the only one who sees the pattern here?

Fire in Liverpool was attributed to a stray cigarette; electrocution in Bristol was due to faulty wiring; and, as for the man in Manchester... witnesses said, "the horse got spooked".

No evidence of foul play.

That doesn't mean there wasn't any.

I hope you're not suggesting all the police in England are incompetent.

And I hope you're not suggesting that every m*rder in England get solved.

As long as we can all agree that this one was a m*rder, I've got a matinee to do.

[DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT]

It appears the only thing we all agree on is that Batch was m*rder*d.

If not by Downey, then who?

In these cases, the most obvious suspect is someone... a little closer to home.

You said you were having difficulty conceiving.

Did that cause discord in you marriage?

We'd have a few rows.

I heard it was more than that.

Your neighbours said they heard screaming one night, glass breaking.

Fred dropped a box of my mother's china.

I got upset.

You don't think I had something to do with his death?

Arthur: You have a new gramophone! Must have been expensive.

You recently received a large some of money from your husband's life insurance policy. Two thousand pounds, was it?

I did not k*ll my husband!

That insurance policy has been in place for years.

Now if you don't mind, I'm meeting some ladies from my church group...

Ah, just a few more questions.

May I use your bathroom?

[RHYTHMIC MUSIC]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Look at this!

I could only make out a few words, but one of them is definitely apple.

The seeds of which are the main ingredient in cyanide.

She could have obtained a recipe from an apothecary.

This is definitely a recipe, for apple fritters.

See, there's 'flour', that looks like 'eggs'.

Never been a fan of fritters.

Still, I wouldn't null her out as a suspect, and the insurance money is next on motive.

How can you not like fritters?

I much prefer plum pudding.

Mrs Batch also had opportunity, she was with her husband in the hours leading up to his death.

If she's going to poison him, what better place to throw off suspicion.

And at the funeral her behaviour seemed odd.

She wasn't acting like someone who just lost a spouse.

[CARRIAGE IN THE BACKGROUND]

Is there a proper way to act in that situation?

Devastated.

Barely able to string a sentence together.

Eyes red and puffy from tears that never stop falling.

And walking around in a fog because everything you ever knew and loved is gone.

My mother loved my father desperately.

When he d*ed, she never recovered.

I'm sorry.

Ooh, I also found something else suspicious in Mrs Batch bedroom.

Stratton: The Rosewood?

Why would Mrs Batch have a pencil from a local hotel, when she lives here?

[HEARTBEATS]

[DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC]

♪♪♪♪

[HEARTBEATS]

Woman in crowd: Get him out! Get him out!

He's going to die!

[TENSION BUILDING]

Out!

[CROWD VERY AGITATED]

Raise the curtain.

[WHISTLES AND SCREAMING]

[SCARED SHOUTS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Mummy!

Oh, my darlings! Oh!

I knew you'd wake up.

Touie: Let me take a look at you.

[GASPS] My! How you've grown.

Three quarter of an inch since last month. I measured.

He's eating us out of house and home.

Oh, you've done a wonderful job.

Well, let's just say we haven't had any major disasters.

Except when you almost b*rned the house down.

Kingsley!

A fire?

A small one.

Kingsley: Vera was ill.

Father tried to fry some lamb chops, caught the curtains on fire.

Kingsley: The fire brigade showed up.

There was water everywhere.

Just the kitchen.

Well, I never did like those curtains anyway.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

Uh, I'm afraid we'll have to keep this visit short.

Mustn't overtax your mother.

Just a little longer.

Please Father.

Touie: Let them stay.

Just the sight of their faces makes me feel better.

Right, I want to hear everything I've missed.

Don't leave out a single detail.

Mary: I made a new friend at school.

Arthur: Thank you.

Her name is Paloma. She is from Spain.

And guess what? Paloma's brother sits next to me in class.

Touie: No!

[HUMMING NOISE]

Huh?

What the hell?

Thank goodness.

Ah!

Houdini: Okay, I get it!

What am I doing here?

Your fever was so high, it caused a seizure in the middle of your performance.

Quite the spectacle I heard.

Flory saved your life.

Mm, love that girl.

I thought you fancied Mrs Stratton.

Yeah... can't figure that one out.

You going to have dinner with her again? The good constable.

Maybe.

Oh, turned you down, didn't she?

I don't understand. I was a complete gentleman.

Thought we had a good time.

Hmm, maybe she prefers the company of women.

Almost every one of these bones has been broken.

Most weren't even set properly.

Houdini: Mmm, I can't do my show on a cast.

You must be in agony every single day.

High pain tolerance.

Your temperature is still dangerously elevated.

Doctor Kasad's treatment clearly isn't working.

Well, let's try something else.

You can't treat a condition unless you know what it is.

I think, you should consider paying a visit to Downey.

I let myself believe, and got my wife back.

You're a doctor!

Why would you rather believe that she was cured by God than medicine?

Do you think that your lack of faith somehow caused her illness? Is this your way of regaining some sense of control?

You're one to talk about control.

You won't believe in anything without tangible evidence.

God was invented to explain things that we don't understand.

Now we have science.

If I'm gonna b*at this illness, it'll be thanks to medicine and my own constitution.

That may not be enough. If your fever continues to climb, your brain will shut down, and you will die!

[DOOR OPENS]

You, should be in bed.

I'll hop back in if you join me.

That pencil from The Rosewood Hotel.

Mrs Batch was there the night before her husband was m*rder*d.

Guess who she was visiting?

[FOOTSTEPS]

[GROOVY MUSIC]

Mr Houdini!

You look quite ill.

Have you come to be healed?

Yeah... you're not a healer, you're a m*rder*r.

We discovered cyanide in Mr Batch stomach contents.

I didn't poison anyone.

We know Mrs Batch came to see you the night before her husband was m*rder*d.

Were the two of you having an affair?

Of course not!

You hatched a plan to get rid of her husband so you two could be together.

Mrs Batch did come to see me.

To ask for prayer, and to warn me her husband might cause a stir at the service.

And did you in turn warn her about possible repercussions?

I did. She said she'd do her best to make sure he behaved.

If you knew Batch would be there, you had plenty of time to purchase cyanide.

I've been blessed with the ability to channel the power of God.

Even if I did want to cause someone harm, why would I resort to poison?

Doyle, here, might find that a compelling argument.

For the rest of us, a little test!

I have here a vial of cyanide!

If you're as powerful as you say you are, you'll be able to drink this, and nothing will happen.

Have you lost your mind?!

Harry, please.

You heard him.

He's a vessel of God. He'll be fine.

[HEARTBEATS]

Because he won't drink it.

[HEARTBEATS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

We need to induce vomiting.

That won't be necessary.

♪♪

Perfectly fine.

[TENSE MUSIC]

You didn't really give him cyanide, did you?

You got that from the fact that is still alive?

When Downey reached for the cyanide, you didn't try to stop him.

You're an illusionist. Not a m*rder*r.

What was the point?

It was a test!

Which he passed with flying colours.

The fact that he drank it doesn't prove that he is the real deal.

Houdini: That just proves that he's crazy enough to think that he is.

But it does mean that he wouldn't have choose poison to k*ll someone.

It rules the man out as a suspect.

In other words... you were wrong!

[JAUNTY MUSIC]

Mrs Batch is still a suspect.

If we can establish where the cyanide came from, maybe we can tight it to her.

Some pharmacies stock it. It's used topically to treat wounds.

You have to request it from the pharmacist directly.

I'll request the record of every pharmacy in town.

See if we can verify who purchased cyanide recently.

♪♪

Touie: What have you got?

Oh... two runs of 4 and a pair, for 10.

You missed 15-2, 15-4. Those points are mine.

Oh...

Which means, I win!

Ho-ho!

[CHUCKLES]

Pinochle is more my game.

Oh, darling. You're good in many things. But cards, just isn't one of them.

[PIANO MUSIC]

I've missed this.

Loosing to me at cards?

Yes.

Let's sneak out of here. Have dinner.

Walk along the Thames.

Plotting your escape?

Just an excursion. I'm feeling much better.

Let's have a listen.

Your lungs are showing improvement.

But you still have a long road ahead of you.

For now, I think it's best you remain under our care.

Get some rest. I'm looking on you tomorrow.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[GENTLE PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]

Why don't we have dinner?

Tomorrow night, here. Just the two of us.

Chateaubriand, roasted potatoes.

♪♪

You're not going to try and cook again, are you?

I'll ask Vera.

♪♪

Well, if we're going to have a proper dinner, I'd like to dress the part.

I don't know. I reckon, you'd set a fashion trend wearing that hospital frock.

Well, I was thinking more of my black evening dress, the one with the lace trim?

♪♪

Or the grey silk, if you'd prefer?

What is it?

I gave up on you.

It was precisely your faith that brought me back.

♪♪

You've nothing to feel guilty about.

Unless you've taking up with Vera.

I do like her plum pudding.

[CHUCKLES]

[BARKING FROM AFAR]

[BREATHING LOUDLY, HEARTBEAT STARTS]

Ah...

[HEARTBEAT]

[MOANS, HEARTBEAT CONTINUES]

[EXHALES LOUDLY, HEARTBEAT CONTINUES]

[MOANS, HEARTBEAT CONTINUES]

[SIGHS]

[HEARTBEATS, MOANS WITH PAIN]

Oh!

[INHALES SHARPLY, PANTS, HEARTBEAT CONTINUES]

[PANTING]

[SQUELCHING NOISES AND MUSIC INTENSIFYING]

[HIGH PITCHED SQUEAKING]

Uh!

[SCRATCHING]

Lady: Houdini! Get back in bed.

I gotta tell you, Ma. I don't feel so hot.

Rest.

[SIGHS]

And... my chicken soup.

[SIGHS]

That will make you better.

♪♪

[SIGHS]

Thanks.

♪♪

You're not going to leave me.

Understand?

[SIGHS]

You are the great Houdini.

You can escape everything!

Even death!

I'm going to be okay, Ma.

I promise.

♪♪

[SIGHS]

This pharmacy was robbed the night before Mr Batch was k*lled.

Let me guess... they took cyanide.

It's just around the corner from Downey's hotel.

Police collected fragmentary evidence from the scene.

You sound surprised!

Some constables actually embrace the methods of Sherlock Holmes.

The majority renounce them.

A dark hair was recover from the broken window. 18 inches long.

Our thief was a woman, but Mrs Batch is a blonde.

One other item was stolen... a box of goa powder?

Meaning?

I know who the k*ller is.

I am not the only dark head woman in London!

Yes, but you're one of the few with psoriasis.

A condition treated with goa powder.

I don't have psoriasis.

This is some kind of misunderstanding. Clearly you have the wrong person.

And your nails are cracked and brittle. A classic symptom.

From washing dishes after every show!

I doubt your hands have ever touched a bar of lye.

The day we saw the show was quite hot.

And yet, you were wearing a scarf, just as you are now.

My sister is a woman of modesty.

Then prove us wrong, remove your scarf.

This is madness!

It's all right, Jane.

Show them you have nothing to hide.

If I had psoriasis, why wouldn't I ask my brother to heal me?

Because you know he has no healing powers.

That's not true! When I was a child, he brought me back for the brink of death!

In all likelihoods, your pneumonia got better on its own.

The timing was just coincidence.

Elias: You've seen with your own eyes, I drank cyanide and nothing happened.

It was water. A test.

I... I've cured hundreds of people!

Restored their sight, made them walk. Took away their pain!

Because, they believed.

And as for those who didn't, your sister made an example of them.

Like Frederick Batch!

Stratton: His wife warned you he might make a scene at the show, so Jane offered him a refreshment.

♪♪

Stratton: One laced with cyanide.

Doyle: What better way to make people believe than by showing them what happen to those who don't.

Do you know what you're saying?

Your sister is a m*rder*r.

That's a lie. You've got to believe me!

♪♪

Remove your scarf.

Are you going to take their word over mine?

Elias!

Put the g*n down.

[HEARTBEATS] If I truly have powers, like you say I do, I can heal you.

That's not the way to prove it!

[SOBBING]

Please!

♪♪

You'll k*ll me.

[MUSIC GETS LOUDER]

It's all been a lie!

No.

You helped so many people, because we made them believe in you.

This is you.

You kept saying I had a gift!

You do. It was your faith, that gave people hope.

Jane: Your faith made them better.

They really got better!

Mr Batch, and... a... all the others?

They had to give their life, so that others could believe.

Jane: As long as people had faith in your divine powers, they could be healed.

There's no higher calling than that.

Their blood is on our hands!

No need to spill any more.

If you sh**t her, you're no better than she is.

♪♪

[HEARTBEATS]

Jane Downey, you're under arrest on the charge of m*rder.

♪♪

Are you all right?

Stratton: Houdini!

Crowd: Oh!

[MURMURS]

Every time I open my eyes, I got to see your face?

Doyle: Good afternoon to you too!

The doctor says your fever is broken...

And the boils are gone.

Downey loses his faith, and you have a miraculous recovery.

Stratton: Maybe, subconsciously, you did believe in his powers.

It was my mother. Her chicken soup could cure anything.

Doyle: What's more interesting is why you showed up at that tent.

You didn't know Adelaide and I were gonna there, leaving me with only one conclusion.

You went there to ask Downey to heal you.

I lost my cufflink at his show.

What? It costs more than most people make in a year.

Well, I'm sure it will turn up.

[SOFT MUSIC]

♪♪

Nurse, let's start the line again, and draw some blood. We need a full panel of tests.

Doctor.

Nurse: I will.

Doctor: [SIGHS] She slipped back into unconsciousness.

I can't explain it.

I'm sorry.

[GOSPEL SONG]
♪ Oh, Jesus is on, He's on the mainline ♪
♪ You ought to tell Him what you want ♪
♪ Uh-huh! ♪
♪ My Lord... ♪
♪ Jesus is on, He's on the mainline ♪
♪ You ought to tell Him, you want your soul to be saved ♪
♪ You ought to tell him what you want ♪
♪ All right! ♪
♪ Lord... ♪
♪ If you want your soul to be saved ♪
♪ You ought to tell Him what you want ♪
♪ My Lord... ♪
♪ If you want your soul to be saved ♪
♪ You ought to tell Him what you want ♪
♪ Now, you can... ♪
♪ Call Him up and tell Him what you want ♪
♪ Now ♪
♪ What you want ♪