Elementary (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Poison Pen - full transcript

So did you learn anything, Watson?

Yeah, that you fight dirty.

I fight without mercy.

A habit you should develop

if you hope to defend yourself
against bigger, stronger opponents.

Which may occur, unless we limit
ourselves to investigating crimes

committed by small children
or large house cats.

Hello, mistress.

What?

Hang up and dial 911.

Ask that Captain Thomas Gregson
be informed of the call.

I'll be there shortly.

Yes.

Okay, hurry along, Watson.

Dead body awaits.

Call came in around 10:30.

New client looking for light CP
and a little OTK.

- Excuse me?
- CP, corporal punishment.

OTK, over-the-knee spanking.

He said the door would be
unlocked. I walked in, and there he was.

He was like this when you got here?

He had on the mask.

I gave him a few commands,
he didn't respond.

At first, I thought he was stubborn.

Some slaves are like that.

Then I whacked him with this.
Still nothing.

I took off the mask
and saw that he was dead.

And that's when you called Holmes.

And you two know each other how?

Mistress Felicia and I
got chatting over an exhibition

of torture devices
throughout history.

Realized we had a few friends
in common.

We stayed in touch.

Okay, our, uh, victim's name
is Titus Delancey.

Apparently he lives here.

And according to this, he's the CEO
of APMG Financial Consulting.

That'll pay for a few spankings.

Miss, uh, Felicia,
this is Detective Bell.

He'll be taking your statement.

Beyond Mistress Felicia's
impending arrival

causing this guy to get so excited
that he had a heart attack,

I don't think she killed him.

Statistically speaking, it would fit.

Cardiac arrest, most common cause
of death for men over 50.

Hm.

- No talcum powder.
- Excuse me?

Putting on a latex garment like this
is a bit like putting on a swimsuit

that's two sizes too small
and already wet.

Talcum powder is generally
DE rigueur.

A man of Mr. Delancey's girth

would not have been able to put on
this suit without an assist.

So you're saying
someone helped him into it.

Note the blue line around his lips.

Oh, it's methemoglobinemia.

His blood cells
stopped holding oxygen.

It's usually a sign
of nitroglycerin overdose.

Nitroglycerin is prescribed
for heart problems.

If he was on it,
he may have overmedicated.

Well, if he's got meds,
they're probably upstairs.

Prescription or not,
accidental overdose is unlikely.

A lethal dose for a man of his size
would be, what, eight to ten tablets?

That's a lot to consume by mistake.

Bourbon. Perfect vehicle
for masking nitroglycerin's odor.

Hey, that could be evidence.

Yes, yes, yes.

I've left plenty of liquid
for the lab to analyze.

I'm quite confident
they will confirm my findings.

What findings?

Fire in the hole.

Nitroglycerin, definitely.

That man was poisoned.

When your night ends
with a dead guy in a gimp suit,

why not start your morning
with a live one holding a bullwhip?

A thank-you gift from Mistress Felicia
for assisting her.

When I wasn't practicing this morning,
I was pushing forward with our case.

Detective Bell has spoken with
Titus Delancey's wife.

She and her two sons
are preparing to move back

from the family's
vacation home in Bedford.

She swears that
to the best of her knowledge,

her husband was not into S & M.

- Uh, may I?
- Yes, please.

She's probably telling the truth.
I mean, we were all over that house

and there were no other signs
of bondage gear anywhere.

Leads me to believe the suit
which Mr. Delancey was found in

was brought there by the poisoner.

And, most likely, recently purchased,
given the shininess of the latex.

So you think that after the killer
poisoned Titus Delancey,

he shoved him
into a brand-new latex suit

and left him to be found
by a dominatrix?

He didn't just want Delancey dead,
he wanted him humiliated.

A distinct possibility,
and answers are within our grasp.

I have learned that
that particular brand of suit

is only sold in two sex shops
in Manhattan.

Happily for us, though sadly
for submissives of size,

one of those stores
carries nothing bigger than a large,

which means our victim's XXL suit

was purchased at an establishment
called The Pleasure Parlor.

Mm. I guess I know where
we'll be heading this morning.

Excuse me. Detective Bell, N.Y.P.D.

My colleagues and I are investigating
the murder of a man

found in a black latex body suit,
size double-XL.

We believe it was purchased here.

Could you give us the names
of customers

- who bought one in the past month?
- Sure, happy to help.

Just as soon as you come back
with a subpoena.

You heard the part about this
being a murder investigation, right?

You job is to solve crimes.

Mine is to protect my customers'
privacy from a police force

eager to demonize
the sexually adventurous.

No, we shouldn't be surprised
to find you on a moral high horse.

- You are wearing chaps.
- Excuse me.

- Is this your only rack of latex suits?
- Yes.

We gotta figure the killer
touched these to find the right size,

so since we can't get his name,
we can at least get his fingerprints.

We should take the rack
to the station,

- dust for prints.
- Excellent plan.

That's thousands of dollars
of merchandise.

You know you need a subpoena
for those too, right?

I do. You guys call the captain.

I'll wait here for the subpoena,

wearing my badge,
greeting customers.

The only extra, extra large sale
this month was last night.

About 9:30. I was here.

Guy definitely wasn't shopping
for himself.

He was a medium at most.

Okay, we're gonna need his name.

I don't have it. He paid cash.

But he got it from that ATM.

In case you're unsure
what you're looking at, Mr. Jeffries,

that's you at 9:38 last night.

And unless your apartment
looks just like a sex shop,

you were not, as you claimed
a few minutes ago, home watching TV.

I went for a walk.
I forgot that I stopped in there.

Apparently, that's not all you forgot.

You bought a fetish suit
and shoved your boss into it.

Probably right after you
poisoned him.

No, I did not. I did not poison Titus.
I already told you that.

Hey, you're in a lot of trouble,
Mr. Jeffries.

We can't help you
if you don't level with us.

Okay, I did buy the fetish suit,
and I did put Titus in it.

But I did not kill him. Titus and I were
supposed to have dinner last night.

I arrived at his house around 8:45.

When he didn't answer the door,
I went around back.

Patio door was open and I saw Titus
in the living room, lying on the floor.

I went in, and when I got there,
he was already dead.

No pulse, no breathing.
I just assumed he'd had a heart attack.

I swear to you,
I didn't know he had been poisoned

until I heard about it this morning
on the news.

You're head of acquisitions
at APMG, correct?

So with Titus gone, I'm sure
you're in the running for CEO?

Yes, I am, but I didn't need for Titus
to die in order for that to happen.

A few weeks ago,
when Titus announced

that he was retiring
at the end of the year,

I was already on the short list
to replace him.

Then why put the suit on him?
Why call the dominatrix?

Okay, Titus' contract guaranteed him
a huge retirement payout.

A hundred and twenty-five
million dollars, lump sum.

If he dies,
that money goes to his family.

His contract also contained
a morals clause.

So you dressed him up
in bondage gear,

set him up with a dominatrix,

all so that the company could save
giving him a retirement bonus?

That's $125 million extra
in our coffers.

The year-end bonuses
would have been huge.

Guys, okay, if the charge here
is that I am, heh, a greedy jerk

with really questionable judgment,
then I'm guilty.

But I swear to you,
I'm not a murderer.

I just got off the phone with the lab.

They confirm the nitroglycerin
in Titus Delancey's glass,

but said the bottle of bourbon
was clean.

Which means whoever poisoned him

was in the room
when he poured his drink.

The security guard at APMG

puts Jeffries at the office
till about 8 p.m.,

which, according to the ME,
is when Delancey died.

So Mr. Jeffries used his boss's corpse
as a dress-up doll,

but didn't kill him.

Our poisoner is still at large.

I asked Delancey's wife
to let me know

when she and the boys
got back to Riverdale.

- She said she'll be there in 20.
- All right.

I talked to Titus yesterday afternoon.

He didn't mention any plans
for the evening.

And you and the boys
stayed overnight in Bedford.

Yes, we have a house there.

It was the nanny's night off.

So the three of us just
had a quiet evening at home.

Mrs. Delancey,
can you think of anyone

that might have wanted
to harm your husband?

I can't think of anyone specific.

But Titus was a very
successful man.

That's not easy to pull off
without making some enemies.

Those poor boys.

They've been through this
once already.

Their mother died of cancer
five years ago.

When did you and Mr. Delancey
get married?

- About three years ago.
- Peri?

Oh, God. I got here
as quickly as I could. I'm so sorry.

- How are the boys?
- Struggling.

Zack, especially.

This is our nanny, Anne Barker.

This is Captain Gregson.

He and his colleagues are here
investigating what happened.

- Oh, Anne.
- Barker?

- Yes.
- Yes. Sherlock Holmes.

Nice to meet you.
I'm gonna check on the boys, okay?

- What's wrong?
- A moment outside, please.

Excuse us.

Do you remember the Abigail Spencer
case in the early '90s?

Fifteen-year-old Michigan girl.

She was accused of fatally
poisoning her father.

Yeah, it was all over the papers.

Yeah, well, that also involved
a nitroglycerin overdose.

I followed the trial quite closely.
I was fascinated by it.

Fifteen years old myself at the time.

- She was acquitted, right?
- Yep.

Many people continued to believe
that she had indeed killed her father.

She was scrutinized by the media,
she was harassed,

so one day she just packed up
her stuff, disappeared,

presumably to start anew
somewhere else.

Never heard from again.

The woman we just met, the nanny.

She was introduced
as Anne Barker,

but I'm quite certain that
her real name is Abigail Spencer.

For the record, your
current legal name is Anne Barker,

but you were born
Abigail Spencer, correct?

Yes, I was born Abigail Spencer.

And back in 1991,

you were accused of murdering
your father with nitroglycerine.

Accused and acquitted.

People thought you got away
with murder.

Really? I had no idea. Certainly not
why I changed my name.

Look, my dad was not
a nice man, okay?

He was cruel, and he beat me.

So when he died,
I didn't weep or wail,

or do any of those things teenage girls
apparently do when their dad dies.

So everyone assumed
that I killed him.

- Let's talk about Titus Delancey.
- Okay.

Are you aware he was poisoned?

Yes. And to answer
your next question, no, I didn't kill him.

Then why
are you sounding so defensive?

I'm being interrogated by the police.

So I feel like being defensive
is sort of a natural reaction.

You don't find it
the least bit coincidental

that he was killed with the exact poison
that killed your father?

No, I find it extremely coincidental,
but I didn't do it.

Any idea who did?

I have no idea, okay? I'm the nanny.

He and I weren't close.
We didn't spend a lot of time together.

Where were you last night?

- Home alone.
- That's a lousy alibi, Abigail.

Yeah, well, if I knew I needed one,
I would've invited somebody over.

I keep to myself.
I have ever since the trial.

Lost every friend
you ever had, didn't you?

The ones who thought I was guilty
were afraid of me.

And the ones who knew
I was innocent

couldn't be around me without
being in every paper in the country.

The media ruined my life.

And now it's about to happen
all over again, thanks to you.

After I ran away,
I got plastic surgery.

No one has recognized me
in 19 years.

How did you do it?

Your voice.

I just recognized it
from the media coverage.

Oh.

Look, I know you can't prove

that I had anything to do
with Mr. Delancey's death.

If you could've, you would've
arrested me at the house.

So if you don't have
any more questions,

I would like to leave, please.

I've spent enough of my life
being accused of things I didn't do.

Doesn't feel right, letting her go.

I mean, you talk about
a solid suspect.

She was right. We don't have
enough evidence to hold her yet.

- I don't believe she did it.
- You're the one who pointed her out.

Her presence at the Delancey home
was too remarkable to ignore,

but her haptics suggest
she's telling the truth.

Titus Delancey was killed
with nitroglycerine.

So was her dad.
That can't be a coincidence.

I agree, but I think the similarities
are quite deliberate.

I think whoever poisoned Mr. Delancey
intends to frame Ms. Spencer.

That would mean the killer
knew who she was.

She said no one had
recognized her in 19 years.

As far as she knows.

So you want to tell me
how you knew about her tattoo?

- Beg your pardon?
- Abigail's tattoo.

When you recognized her,
you said it was because of her voice,

but I think it was something
more than that.

You fixated on the tattoo
on her wrist.

At first I thought you remembered it
from a picture

that was taken during her trial.

But then when I looked back
at coverage,

Abigail did not have a tattoo.

So how could you have
recognized it?

Impressive, Watson.
Quite impressive.

You know, the truth is
that Abigail Spencer and I

are old acquaintances,
after a fashion.

By the time I was 15, I was fascinated
by murder and all things criminal.

Abigail was so beautiful
and her father's fortune so vast

that the UK tabloids actually
deigned to cover the case.

Over time, they lost interest.

I did not. I became fascinated
by the question of her guilt.

So I wrote to her.

A letter comprised
of very direct questions

about her life and her father's death.

Mm. So she wrote back.

Yeah, we corresponded throughout
the trial and for a while afterwards.

In one of her later missives,

she mentioned that she wanted to get
a tattoo of a phoenix on her wrist.

A symbol of her rebirth
after her ordeal.

Why didn't she recognize
your name today?

I mean, Sherlock Holmes
is pretty hard to forget.

In my teenage years, I was a lot less
self-assured than I am today.

I yearned for a more typical name.

So for a while, I attempted
to be known as Sean Holmes.

Didn't stick, but Sean
and Abigail's correspondence

became a very real window
into the criminal mind.

Are you saying she confessed
to killing her father to you?

She never directly
addressed the issue.

Without knowing,
she revealed details

which I believe filled in the holes
in the case against her.

As for her relationship with her father,
well, she shared some things

which must have been quite
humiliating for her.

She left me in little doubt
that he was indeed physically abusive

and that she was responsible
for his death.

Wow, sounds like
she really opened up to you.

She was an excellent
research subject.

She was very forthcoming, attributable
primarily to her isolation at the time,

and my promise that
whatever she shared with me

would be kept
in the strictest confidence.

That doesn't sound like you at all.

I mean, not telling anyone that
you'd figured out that she was guilty?

Trial was over.

Double jeopardy protected her
from a second.

And I was quite confident that although
she had killed, she was not a killer.

She posed no threat to anyone
other than her father.

Titus Delancey might disagree.

Well, as I told you,
I don't believe Abigail's responsible.

You think she's being framed,
but how can you be so sure?

You are relying on a judgment
you made when you were 15.

Well, when I made it is irrelevant.
What matters is I was right.

I believe that
when I have identified the person

who has uncovered Abigail's secret,
we'll have our killer.

I don't know who let you in,
but you're not allowed to be up here.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.
I work with the police.

We met yesterday.

Well, unless you have a warrant,
I don't wanna talk to you either.

You used to know me.

By another name.

Sean Holmes.

I don't understand.

You could have told me yesterday.

Well, I confess to being a little
thrown when I saw you.

Also I didn't know how to explain
our relationship to my colleagues.

I never thought this would happen.

I never thought I would meet you.

I used to look forward
to receiving your letters so much.

And I yours.

Peri fired me.

I didn't even get to say goodbye
to Graham or Zack.

I'm sure you've seen my friends
who are outside the building.

You could have pulled me aside
yesterday, kept this between us.

I'm sorry for any turmoil
I have caused you.

I suppose I should apologize too.

I'm the one who stopped writing.

I'm the one who disappeared
without saying goodbye.

I understood.

You needed to leave Abigail behind.

So the phoenix might rise.

I came here today because I don't
believe that you killed Titus Delancey.

Nor do I think it's a coincidence
that he was poisoned

with the same agent
used to kill your father.

I think someone is taking advantage
of your proximity to the man

to get away with murder.

You think someone's setting me up?

Has anyone you know
asked any prying questions,

taken an excessive interest
in your past?

- No one.
- Something? Anything?

Last month,
I was running errands for Peri,

and I kept seeing the same
brown sedan in the rearview mirror.

- Following you?
- I don't know.

I took down the license plate number
in my phone

just in case it ever happened again,
but it never did.

I should pass this along
to my colleagues.

That's it?

You show up after all these years,
then you just leave?

This might be important.

I don't have anyone I can talk to.

I can't leave my apartment
without the press eating me alive.

The letters you used to write me
got me through times like these,

and now you're here in person.

I'm afraid.

And I could really use a friend
right now.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So we got a hit on that license plate
Holmes gave us.

Abigail was being tailed
by a private investigator out of Trenton.

We just talked to the guy.

Turns out he was hired by none other
than Peri Delancey, our victim's wife.

And according to the PI, Peri
was hoping Titus was having an affair.

It seems that in her prenup,
she was limited to a very small amount

in the event of a divorce,
unless she caught him cheating.

So she has the PI check out
all the women in her husband's life.

Including Abigail.

Yeah, but the thing is,
Titus wasn't sleeping with anyone,

which put a damper
on Peri's divorce plans,

but in the process,
the PI uncovered Abigail's true identity.

Investigator turned over his report
a full two weeks ago.

She doesn't tell anyone,
she doesn't fire Abigail.

She just keeps letting
a suspected poisoner

make sandwiches for her stepkids.

Peri told us she was at the Bedford
house with the boys the other night,

but once we spoke to them
on their own,

they said they were watching TV
in their rooms.

It wouldn't have been hard
to sneak out, poison Titus

and make it back
before anyone noticed.

So it looks like Sherlock was right.

Abigail was being framed.

My client is ready
to make a statement.

The night Titus died,

I met Dr. Phillip Malone
at the Campbell Bar

in Mount Kisco at 7 p.m.

Several members of the staff
can confirm

that I was there most of the evening.

You and Dr. Malone having an affair?

If that's the case,
you didn't need to bring

- a lawyer with you.
- That's not it.

As you would eventually discover,

Dr. Malone has a prior arrest for illegal
distribution of prescription meds.

My client is happy to testify
against Dr. Malone

if you'll agree not to bring
charges against her

in the death of her husband.

Well, if your client has a solid alibi,
what would we charge her with?

We'd like to avoid
an attempted murder charge.

Mrs. Delancey, what medication
did you purchase from Dr. Malone?

Nitroglycerin.

Which you were planning to use
to kill your husband.

I was considering it.

I figured if I went through with it,
I could call in an anonymous tip,

tell the police about who Anne
really was, and she'd get the blame.

But to be clear, it was
just something I thought about.

I don't think I ever
could have actually hurt Titus.

So your client's statement is that
she couldn't have killed her husband

because she was too busy
planning to kill her husband?

First time in my career
someone's alibi for murder

has been that they were busy
planning the same murder.

If it weren't so frustrating,
it would be interesting.

Yeah, well, it worked out
for Peri Delancey.

Six months on drug charges
beats life in prison.

Why did you add a photograph
of the two Delancey kids?

Only one of them is a suspect.

A short while ago, I obtained a copy
of Mr. Delancey's estate plan.

Now that he's dead,
a large part of his fortune

goes into trusts for his sons,

millions of dollars they will access
as soon as they're 18.

That's only one year away
for Graham.

Also, the young man
no longer has an alibi.

Peri Delancey has admitted she wasn't
actually with the boys that evening.

So Graham himself
could easily have snuck back home.

Well, there's no evidence that he knew
about Abigail's history as a poisoner.

The very topic I plan to discuss
when I confront him tomorrow.

Isn't tomorrow
Titus Delancey's memorial service?

- Precisely.
- You heard what you just said, right?

You're planning to harass
a teenage boy

while he's mourning his father?

If he's the poisoner,
he won't really be mourning.

You know the police think Abigail
is their best suspect?

I do. As I've told you,
I do not share their suspicions.

That's because you were
in love with her.

- What?
- When you were a kid,

when you were writing her,
you fell in love.

You spent almost three hours
at her house today.

In spite of what happened
with Peri Delancey,

no one thinks she's being framed
except for you.

I was quite young when my father

shipped me off
to boarding school, right?

I struggled. I was different
to my classmates. I was, uh...

Well, I was more intelligent.
I was brash.

So they tormented me mercilessly.

Yes, I remember you saying once
that you had been bullied,

but I wasn't sure
if you were telling the truth.

It happened. I overcame it.
It was a different time back then.

There was no such thing
as harassment via text,

or circulation
of cruel cell phone videos.

No, my bullies had one tool
at their disposal: Violence.

So I was beaten.

Fairly savagely
and with great frequency.

That's when you started
writing Abigail.

- Right.
- She was being abused

and so were you.

I meant what I said before.
My interest in her was academic.

She was to be a subject of study,
nothing more.

I confess,
as our correspondence continued,

I grew more anticipatory
of her letters.

They were a welcome distraction
from my life.

They were an oasis from school.

It certainly sounds like
you had feelings for her.

Perhaps, but nothing
so mundane as love.

I was adrift back then.
I had no purpose.

My so-called peers made me feel that
that might always be the case.

Abigail, she gave me a gift.

A view inside a mind
capable of murder.

So she was your first.

Killer, yeah.

Without intending to,
she helped me understand who I was

and what I might do with my life.

You never told her
you thought she was guilty, did you?

I didn't want her to stop writing.

I didn't think she'd be a threat
to anyone else.

There was no point.

I get that.

But if she killed Titus Delancey,
then she's got...

She'll be handed over to the police
and she'll be punished.

But for now,
I'd like to try to help her.

Graham, hi.

I'm Joan. This is Sherlock.
We met the other day.

Yeah, you're the people that took Anne
away. Of course I remember you.

How are you and Zack holding up?

The past two days,
our dad was murdered,

our nanny was accused
of the crime,

and our stepmom confessed
to thinking about killing him.

We're great.

I know it's a lot.

Zack's pretty mixed up.

Especially about Peri.

He liked her a lot more than I did.

But our Aunt Susan's here now.
She's great. She's taking care of us.

Were you aware your father's will
leaves you and your brother

a substantial amount of money?

Yeah, I guess.
Never really thought about it. Why?

Financial gain has motivated
many a murderous endeavor.

Wait a second, are you saying
you think I killed my dad?

Your stepmother's confession
has weakened your alibi.

We know that she left
your home in Bedford

the night of the murder. Your brother
was in his room watching television.

Would've been easy enough
for you...

No, no way.

Everyone knows it was Anne
or Abigail, whatever her name is.

She did it. It's all in the papers.

Do you have any notion as to why
she would've murdered your father?

Unlike you, she had nothing to gain.

No, but she and my dad had issues.

We haven't heard that
from anyone else.

All I know is they got in a big argument
just last week.

And I can prove it.

Zack had learned this new parkour
move and he wanted me to film him.

Then I realized my dad was going off
on Abigail in the hallway.

I got it all on my phone.

- Where did you get this?
- Graham.

Police technicians were able
to enhance the audio

so we could discern
some of what Titus was saying.

As far as we can make out,

someone had attempted
to access his tablet

without his permission
and he was upset about it.

He was crazy that day.

He thought I'd tried to steal it
or something.

- Had you?
- No, of course not.

You should know, as we speak,
the police are attempting

to locate his tablet
at the Delancey home.

They're hopeful
that it will shed some light

- on the investigation.
- Why would it?

It's been theorized that
Titus uncovered your secret,

that he had evidence of it
on his tablet

and his aim was using that
against you.

You're a beautiful woman,
he was in a bad marriage...

Perhaps he prevailed on you
for other services.

- That's not true.
- It was rather a heated argument.

And frankly I'm curious as to why
you never mentioned it before.

I forgot about it. He...

Titus apologized.
He said he overreacted.

It wasn't a big deal.

You understand
that I'm trying to help you,

and I can't do that unless
you're completely honest with me.

Of course I'm being honest.
I've always been honest with you.

Well, we both know that's not true.

What are you talking about?

I know that you poisoned
your father, Abigail.

Why are you saying that?

You said that you believed me.

I avoided the subject
whenever possible.

Not all the time.

You said you believed me.

In a letter dated September '91,

you mentioned the passing
of a beloved neighbor, heart condition.

You often ran errands for her.
She was the unwitting supplier

of the nitroglycerin that you used
to poison your father, was she not?

January '92, you wrote
that you were with a classmate

at the time of his death, but at trial
you said that you went to the store.

Shall I go on? Because I can.

I know the truth, Abigail.
I've known for 22 years.

Get out.

- Abigail...
- Get out.

Hey, the guys are striking out here.

I mean, there's no sign
of Delancey's tablet.

- What about you?
- I don't know.

I might have something.

Looks like someone tried
to pry this drawer open.

- Other than you.
- Heh. Give me some credit.

I used to be a surgeon.
I would never leave a mess like this.

Well, why would someone lock

- an empty drawer?
- Habit.

Well, we know from the video
that he was angry

because he thought that Abigail
had gotten ahold of his tablet, right?

So if this is where he kept it

and if there was sensitive information
about her past on it,

maybe these scratches
made him suspicious.

You know, my ex
used to keep her tablet

in a case that looked
just like a book.

Maybe it's on one of these shelves.

There are five air vents in this room.

And the capital of Michigan
is Lansing.

You're starting to sound
like your partner.

Well, don't you think it's odd?
I mean, the room is not that big, right?

There's usually one vent for intake

and then maybe one or two
to blow cold air.

- Five is definitely overkill.
- How do you know that?

My uncle was a contractor.

Hey, check this out. This isn't a vent.
It's just supposed to look like one.

Watson, I'm en route.
I will be at the Delancey home shortly.

You can turn around.
We found the tablet.

Was there evidence
he knew about Abigail?

No. But I think
you were right last night.

I think maybe Graham
did kill his father.

What did you find?

Videos of Titus with Graham.

He was sexually abusing him.

Ms. Moore? Tom Gregson.

Appreciate you bringing
your nephew in to talk to us.

Marsha Whitman,
I represent the family.

How do you do?
This is Ms. Watson, Mr. Holmes.

They consult for the department.

The ones who harassed Graham
after the service yesterday.

We, uh, apologize
for any violation of decorum,

but as it turns out,
it was absolutely necessary.

If we hadn't spoken, we may very well
have never learned the truth.

You recognize that, right?

It's my dad's. Where'd you get that?

It was hidden in your father's office.

You tried to take it out of his desk
last week, not Abigail.

Maybe you were thinking
about turning him in.

Or maybe you were thinking
about stopping him

from hurting your little brother too?

What do you mean "hurting"?

- Graham, what's he talking about?
- Nothing.

It's okay, Graham.
You can tell us the truth now.

I don't understand.
Are they saying that...?

- Are they saying your father...?
- I don't wanna talk with you about this.

- Graham?
- No.

I want you to leave,
both of you. Now.

- I can't allow you to...
- I don't care!

Just leave now.

Mr. Delancey is 17.

He is within his rights
to talk to us alone.

What's on there
doesn't prove anything.

What it proves is that
your dad was a monster.

And it certainly suggests

that you have a very understandable
motive for wanting him dead.

You knew about Abigail's past.
That's why you used nitroglycerin.

That's not true.

This is a report prepared
for your stepmother

by a private investigator
she'd hired to look into your father.

These are your fingerprints.

Abigail's whole story is in that file.

A story which independently
inspired you and your stepmother

to conceive the same plan.

It seems that killing your father
and framing Abigail

was an idea whose time had come.

Hm?

Only you beat Peri to the punch.

You procured some nitroglycerin
illegally online, if I had to guess.

A few tablets in your father's bourbon
and it was done.

I doubt very much that you relish
what your plan means for Abigail.

But compared to the hell
that your life had become?

To the idea that your secret
would get out?

To the idea that it could happen
all over again to Zack?

It must've felt like
you had little choice.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Graham Delancey.
His brother just called me in tears,

saying the police came
and took him away.

Yeah, Graham is in
with the captain right now.

- Why?
- I'm afraid I really can't discuss...

You. You saw Graham
almost every day.

Did you have any idea
what was going on?

- Ms. Moore, please.
- Wait, what are you talking about?

I didn't mourn
your father's death, not for a moment.

But Abigail loves you.

Like you were one of her own.

And I know you care about her.

If you stay silent, she'll go to prison.

Does she really deserve that
for something that she didn't do?

Graham, you can help her.

And we can help you.
You just need to tell us the truth.

I need a few minutes alone
with my client now.

What the hell is going on?

Abigail Spencer came in.

She ran into Graham's aunt
and lawyer in the hall...

And they told Abigail
about Graham's father.

Next thing I know,
Abigail wants to make a confession.

She says she's the one
who poisoned Titus Delancey.

Crawford and Gleason are in
Interrogation talking to her now.

- She say why she did it?
- According to her,

Titus uncovered her real identity
a few weeks ago.

He was using it
to try to extort sexual favors.

The district attorney
will not pursue a case

against Graham
without a confession.

Which he's unlikely to give us
now that you have confessed

to killing his father.

Why'd you do it?

Kill Titus? I already explained that.

No, why did you confess to a murder
that you didn't commit?

I am a murderer.

You said so yourself.
You were right.

Graham poisoned his father.

You and I both know that.

Graham is an amazing kid,

and he has his whole life
ahead of him.

He shouldn't be in prison.

There's no doubt in my mind
that I did the right thing.

By killing Titus Delancey.

You know,
you don't even need to do this.

We have proof
of what Titus did to Graham.

He committed murder
under mitigating circumstances.

It's unlikely he will serve
more than 18 months.

Eighteen months.

That's about the amount of time
you and I wrote letters to each other.

Felt like a lifetime, didn't it?

Especially when you're branded
the kid who killed your dad.

And Graham deserves
better than that.

- You're innocent.
- No.

Innocent?

He was being brutalized
right in front of me,

and I should have seen it,
and I should have stopped it.

Sooner.

Titus got what's coming to him.

And now so am I.

Finally.

Thank you for agreeing
to speak with me.

My school is near here.

My aunt thought it was too soon
for me to go back, but...

I don't know.

I'm tired of being at home.

Abigail's confession aside,
you and I both know the truth.

I'm gonna be watching you.

And if you resort to those...

extreme tactics again in the future,

I'm gonna make sure
you're brought to justice.

Is that clear?

Have you spoken with anyone
about what happened to you?

My Aunt Susan tried to ask me
some questions last night, but...

It happened.

It's over. Talking about it
won't change anything.

You're wrong.

I have never known a betrayal

as profound
as what you've experienced.

But I do know that
being victimized is corrosive.

And sometimes talking about it...

that can help.

So you ever want to talk about it

with someone who knows the story
in its entirety...

I'm at your disposal.