Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 16, Episode 18 - Virtue and Vice - full transcript

- Good morning.
I'm dr. Julia ogden.

How can I help you today?

Mrs. Prescott.

- Hello, doctor.

Oh, I hurt my arm.

- Ah, let me take a look.

It appears you
may have fractured

Your distal radius.

That's your wrist.

- It hurts terribly.

Here, take this.



Laudanum.

It will help with the pain.

How did this happen?

- I fell.

- Anything you say will be
held in the strictest confidence.

You can trust me.

- You said he would be
jailed and I would be free.

- Your husband did this.

I thought that he was
convicted for larceny.

- He was released.

Alderman prescott is a
changed man. Haven't you heard?

- He hasn't changed one bit.

Where is my wife?

Abigail!



Please,

Forgive me, dear
husband, it's just, my arm.

- If you weren't so damn clumsy.

- Have you no compassion?
Your wife has a broken wrist!

- Then she should
be in a proper hospital

Under the care of
a legitimate doctor.

- I am a legitimate doctor.

- Right.

Abigail, come.

- Just let me
finish splinting her

And you can take
her to the hospital

To get a plaster cast.
- Please, adrian. It hurts so.

- Very well.

But hurry up.

- You don't have
to live like this.

- I don't know how
to live any other way.

- Let me help you.

- Are you done yet?

- This will keep
your wrist immobile

Until you can get a proper cast.

- Come on, then.

- Green leaf café. 2 pm.

- I'm not sure I understand
all the scuttlebutt.

- But she's the mayor's wife
attending a public function.

- And?
- And she was hatless!

- Well, it's a wonder people
could even control themselves.

- I hesitate to disrupt
such riveting debate,

But there's been a death at
the stanford berkshire gallery.

George?

- Oh!

I'm sydney finch. I
made the telephone call.

- Um, detective murdoch.
Constable crabtree.

- I found him when I arrived
to help hang his new exhibit.

Stanford berkshire
was many things,

But he did not deserve this.

- Is anything
missing, ms. Finch?

- Oh, the artwork itself
appears untouched.

Apart from the, um...

- Yes, of course.

Uh, I may have more questions
if you could wait outside?

- Gladly.

- Cause of death seems obvious.

Sir, have a look at this.

A safe.

Sturdy-looking one at that.

- Seems someone was
trying to break into it.

What do you suppose is in there?

- Motive for murder
would be my guess.

- Sir, perhaps I should
get in touch with harry?

- Harry?
- Harry houdini, sir.

I've seen him open
a safe just like this.

Mind you, he was
inside of it at the time.

- I believe he's in
california these days.

- Incredible, sir. You'll have
to teach me this technique.

- Considering a career change?

- Is it money or jewels?

- Art, it would appear.

- Good gracious.

She is not wearing her hat.

- Or anything
else for that matter.

- Why would a
respected art collector

Have such a stash
of indecent images?

- And I wonder if mr. Blue
can shed further insight.

No telephone number or address.

"8 am, kamasaki shunga,

The shroud of secrets."

- Shunga?

I just saw something.

The shunga of hokusai.

Shunga is a form of
japanese erotic art.

Detective?

You asked me to
locate a family member.

- W-wait! That's
my grandpa... my...

- Pardon me, sir!

- My grandfather. Is he, uh...

Is he deceased?

- I'm afraid so.

Please, have a seat.

I'm detective murdoch.

And you are?

- Gregory berkshire.

What happened?

- I'm afraid your
grandfather's been murdered.

What is all this?

- These are artworks
that we recovered

From your grandfather's safe.

- Why would my grandfather have
illicit materials in his possession?

Is it... isn't that
sort of thing illegal?

- It certainly is.

- Oi!

If it ever becomes
public knowledge

That he collected
pornography, it...

It would destroy everything
he ever worked for.

- We're not here to expose
your grandfather's secrets.

I'm simply looking for
insight into his whereabouts

This morning prior
to his arrival here.

- I know he left the family
estate early to do some banking,

But other than that I...

Would appear there was a lot about
my grandfather that I didn't know.

William, why isn't
alderman prescott behind bars?

- It's nice to see
you too, julia.

- I... ah, sorry, william.

Wasn't he found guilty
of extorting money

From the star bright club?
- He was.

I believe he received
a very light sentence.

- As men in high
places often do.

- Julia, what's this about?

- Abigail prescott came
into the clinic today.

I believe her husband
broke her wrist.

- Are you sure?

- Quite.

- The crown seems
to be convinced

That he has dedicated himself
to charity since his release.

- But he's still
abusing his wife.

- Honestly, I'm surprised she
hasn't filed for a divorce yet.

- Well, I'm not.

A society that castigates
women for going hatless

Is even less tolerant of women
who leave their husbands.

- And what would you
like me to do about this?

- You could arrest
him for abusing her.

- I could, but she would need
to agree to press charges.

And, even then,
there's no guarantee

That anything would come of it.

- And she risks angering
an already violent spouse.

- Exactly.

- Well, I'm meeting her for tea.

Perhaps I can convince
her to stand up for herself.

- Do be careful, julia.

Let me know how it goes.

- Good gracious.

- What's wrong, george?
- Oh, uh, doctor!

Uh, uh, cataloguing
confiscated material.

Lewd confiscated material.

- Venus in the mirror.

Anatomical accuracy
is quite remarkable.

- Yes, well, let me tell
you, doctor, this one,

Tip of the iceberg.

- Well, enjoy.

- George,

Are these all pictures
of naked ladies?

- Some are naked ladies.
Some are naked men.

Some are naked ladies and
naked men doing naked things.

- No!
- Yes.

- Erotic scene with three women
and one man by henry fuseli.

- You should see prostitution
and madness dominating the world

By félicio rops.

- Well, can I?

- The trash that rich
men hoard in safes.

Bloody degenerates.

- Sir, what's going to
become of all these materials?

- Well, I've informed
the chief constable.

He's sending us
a morality officer.

How goes
the cataloguing, george?

- Sir, it is eye-opening.

- No doubt.

- Henry...
- Uh, I wasn't.

- What did you learn from
stanford berkshire's banker?

- Well, I found out that mr. Berkshire
withdrew $300 this morning, sir.

- Did he, now? I

Paid mr. Berkshire's
attorney a visit.

Apparently, he had a meeting
set with him for tomorrow

In which he wished to discuss
"matters of family honour."

- Family honour and
a withdrawal of $300?

Perhaps mr. Blue was
blackmailing berkshire.

Certainly
is a person of interest.

And perhaps this...

The shroud of secrets
is at the crux of this case.

- Well, sir, the calling card also
mentioned shunga, which is...

I mean, what this
woman and this octopus

Are trying to accomplish,
I have no idea.

- Let me see that!
- That's enough!

Higgins, about your business.
Crabtree, you're dismissed.

You'll see to
it she's well taken care of.

Thank you.

- Abigail.

Abigail.

- Dr. Ogden?

Are you here to escort
me to the reformatory?

- Reformatory? Absolutely not.

When I didn't see you at the
tea house, I came straightaway.

What's going on?

- My husband's
sending me for treatment.

- For your wrist fracture?

- For my delusional hysteria.

- Abigail, you are neither
delusional nor hysterical.

- My husband brought
me before a judge.

He said the mercer
helps incorrigible women

Improve their mental hygiene.

- I am well acquainted with
the andrew mercer reformatory

And you most certainly
do not belong there.

- It's got to be better
than living with him.

- Abigail, do you trust me?

Will you come with me?

Driver. Head
west along queen street

And then further
west along lake shore.

I'll give you more
specific directions later.

- Why didn't you tell
him where we are going?

- Your husband has a great
deal of power and influence.

He could track us down.

- No one knows
we're leaving toronto.

- I telephoned my
husband from a call box,

But I assure you, he
wouldn't tell a soul.

- So, where are we going?

- I'll find a hotel
at a railway station

And we'll stay overnight.

In the morning, I'll purchase
two tickets to chatham.

- Why chatham?

- I have a friend there,
dr. Rebecca james.

She'll be more than
willing to help you.

Officer bishop.

Thank you for coming in.

- A pleasure, detective murdoch.

What are we looking at here?

It appears you're in possession
of a cache of lewd documents.

- Oh. We also found this
in the deceased's pocket.

Does that name ring any bells?

- Yes, I have heard
rumours of this mr. Blue,

A notorious purveyor
of pornography.

I've yet to track down
his true identity, though.

- Any idea where we
might begin to look for him?

- There is a bookshop
on queen street

Where degenerates gather
and trade erotic materials:

Findlay's first editions.

I've tried to infiltrate,
but to no avail.

- Infiltrating the bookstore
seems to be our best chance

At finding this mr. Blue.

I propose we send
someone in undercover

Posing as a buyer of erotic art.

- And who would that someone be?

- One person
immediately jumps to mind.

- Ah.

Ah!

- You mustn't worry, abigail.
I've covered our tracks.

And we're not even registered
under our true names.

- Thank you, doctor.

I just...

Kept thinking he would change.

- It's hard to leave a marriage.

But men like that do not change.

- Took me a broken
wrist to realize that.

- I won't be long.

I'll buy the train tickets
and I'll be right back.

- And then we're off to chatham.

- That's right.

- I can't believe
I'll finally be free.

- Ah. The medication
must be wearing off.

There's a single dose of
laudanum on the nightstand.

Take it and get some rest.

I'll be back before you know it.

- Thank you, julia.

- There you go.

Good morning.

- Is there anything
I can help you with?

- I do hope so.

I've heard this establishment
caters to uncommon interests.

Now,

I'm interested in artworks
of a specific genre.

I lean toward the taboo.

- Mm.

I may be able to accommodate
you, but I warn you:

Uncommon tastes command
uncommonly high prices.

- Ah!

Ha, ha!

Well, sir.

Money is no object.

- Hm.

Come with me.

Ah!

- Do you need a lift, ma'am?
- Oh!

No, thank you. I'm only
going a short distance.

- Maybe you could
help me find my way.

Is there a doctor in
this town? - Oh.

Actually, I am a doctor,
but... - praise jesus!

My dear bianca is terribly ill.

- I'm so sorry. I-I
would like to help you,

But I... I don't have much time.

- Please. Even five
minutes of your time.

Please.

- Well, I suppose I
have five minutes.

- Bless you. Climb in.

Bianca is just up the road.

- Ah! I found it!

Oh!

- And what would that be?

Salomé by oscar wilde.
- Ah!

- Illustrated by the
great aubrey beardsley.

Are you familiar with him?

- Not as well as I'd like to be.

- His line work.
- It's truly exquisite.

- You know, this book
destroyed beardsley.

After collaborating with wilde,

Only pornographers
would employ him

And on his death bed, beardsley
begged his publisher to destroy

All obscene drawings
that he had produced.

- What a damn shame
that would have been.

- Mm.

Yes.

And you? Are you in search
of anything in particular?

- I'm not exactly sure
what I'm looking for,

But I'll know it when I see it.

- Mm-hmm.

- I hear a mr. Blue
offers the finest selection.

Is he here?

- Mr. Blue is
extraordinarily secretive.

- Ah.
- And I don't blame him.

Toronto is rotten
with petty prudes

And self-righteous snitches
and don't get me started

On the stuffed shirts at
the police department.

- Oh, they're the
absolute worst.

Actually, I have taken an
interest in shunga of late.

- Shunga?
- Shunga.

Wow.

- Greetings, all!

I have a thrilling offering
up for purchase today.

The shroud of secrets,

A volume of shunga
woodblock prints

By kamasaki ono.

- Looks like it's
your lucky day.

- Name your
price and I'll take it.

- You have sublime taste, sir.

It's a beautiful volume.

Now, regarding the
terms of our deal...

- No. Here's the deal.

I know that mr. Blue
was about to sell this book

To a man who ended up dead.

- Stanford berkshire wanted
to buy the shroud of secrets?

- So, you admit you
knew the dead man.

- Yes! I was interviewed by
one of your detectives already.

But stanford was a
dear friend of mine.

I assure you I did not kill him.

- We'll see about
that. In the meantime,

I'm arresting you for
possession of obscenity, mr. Blue.

Come with me.

- Uh, ma'am, you
can't go in there.

This is a crime scene.
- Abigail!

- Uh, I warned you, ma'am.

- That is my friend,
abigail prescott.

- There's no abigail
prescott on the hotel registry.

- Well, that's her name!
I'm her doctor, julia ogden.

We stayed in the hotel last
night. I need to examine her!

- You're a doctor?

Well, we found an
empty vial of laudanum.

It appears your
patient overdosed.

- Overdosed? That...
That's impossible.

- I suggest you review
your pharmacopoeia, doctor.

She's dead.

Constable, escort dr. Ogden
to the station house.

You need to answer
some questions.

- Sydney finch reported the
murder of stanford berkshire?

- She was waiting at the
gallery when we arrived;

Seemed quite bereft.

- Well, let's talk to her.

Detective murdoch?

- Yes, henry?

- The port credit
constabulary called.

Your wife has been arrested.

- What?

- Go. I'll deal with finch.

- I assure you I
am not mr. Blue.

I've never even met mr. Blue!

- Stanford berkshire had an
appointment to meet mr. Blue

To purchase the very
item that you came

Waltzing in the
bookshop trying to sell!

- I don't understand. Mr. Berkshire
wasn't even an enthusiast.

- On the contrary, berkshire had
a safe chock full of "enthusiasm".

You killed him
to try to get to it.

- No! I've not a violent
bone in my body.

I am a patron of the arts.

- You were all set to sell
berkshire the shroud of secrets.

You fought over
the price, killed him

And then tried to abscond
with the rest of the goods

That he had stashed in his safe.

- Wrong on all accounts.

I received a message
from mr. Blue

Offering me the book
at a very attractive price.

I saw the chance
to make a profit,

So I left the money at
a predetermined spot

And came back half an hour later

To find kamasaki's
masterpiece waiting.

- I don't buy all this
cloak-and-dagger stuff, miss finch.

You had motive,
you had opportunity

And you had, in your possession,

Physical evidence connecting
you to the deceased.

I'm arresting you for the
murder of stanford berkshire.

Here in port credit,

We have our own
proper protocols.

None of which involve
allowing outside investigators

Access to our files,
or our prisoners.

- I haven't been entirely
transparent about my motives.

The prisoner in
question is my wife.

- Your wife

Was the deceased's physician?

Why were they in port credit?

- That's a matter between
doctor and patient.

- And this doctor was treating
her patient with laudanum.

- She'd suffered a broken wrist.

Julia is a superb physician.

- Administering 10
times the normal dosage

Doesn't seem the work
of a superb physician.

- Ten times?
- That's our coroner's estimate.

- How can that be?

- Ask your wife.

Come with me.

- William.

- You've got 15 minutes.

- I don't know
how this happened.

- Clearly, you should not
have ventured out hatless.

It's all right.

We'll sort this out.

Together.

- Sir, have a look!

It's the inventory
lists you requested

From station house three.

- Good work, crabtree.
- What are you looking for?

- Guidance. I see
no rhyme nor reason

As to what the morality
police consider obscene.

- Hm.

- You spoke to that
morality cop, didn't you?

- Ah, yes. A constable bishop.

- Did he say what
happened to the contraband

Once it was surrendered
to his department?

- Yes, sir. He said
they destroyed it.

Chucked on the
bonfire, apparently.

- Like bloody hell, it is.

- Sir?
- Look.

This is the list
that I compiled;

The materials taken
from berkshire's safe.

And this is the list that
station house three catalogued

From a raid a few weeks prior.

Notice anything?

- The same items
are on both lists.

- Some of which are
one-of-a-kind originals.

- The exact same items
were confiscated twice

Even though bishop
said he destroyed all of it.

- Then I suppose he's lying.

Bugalugs, bring him in.

Good work.

- Ten times the dosage?

- Is it possible
you miscalculated?

- Absolutely not. I would never
make such an egregious error.

There must be something else.

- Could foul play
have been involved?

- I just don't see how!

We were so vigilant
in covering our tracks.

William, all she
wanted was to be free

And I failed her!

- This is not your fault.

Inspector brackenreid?

Officer bishop.

- I know who you
are. Have a seat.

- I see you've been washing the
scum off the streets of our fair city.

Cracking fine work, inspector.

- Hm. Tell me,

What do you do
with all this stuff

Once you've whisked it away?

- I burn it.

- And like a phoenix, it
miraculously rises again?

- Ha!

I beg your pardon?

- Do you remember this
one? An original painting.

The passionate milk maiden

By maude berniece proulx.

- Uh... Yes. I recall that one.

Although, it was not the milk that
the maiden was passionate about.

Believe you me.

- So, you burned it?

- That is what I do.
- Yes.

- What's this, then?

- Perhaps maude berniece
proulx painted a series

Of passionate milk maidens?

- Or perhaps you
don't burn the erotica,

But resell at profit, mr. Blue.

- Sir, I am an
officer of the law.

- Oh, drop the act.
I know who you are.

The proof's all over the table.

- Inspector brackenreid,

Have you looked at these images?

I mean, really looked at them?

- For hours.

Who do you think
did the inventory?

- So then you must know.
- What?

- That this is art.

That it's beautiful.

Take a look at this.

Now consider the milk maiden.

Every freckle on her bosom,

Every crease in her dress

Tenderly rendered by
the hands of a virtuoso.

Should the work of maude
berniece proulx be kept away

From the eyes of those
who would cherish it?

- It's not for you
to judge, constable.

- Who gets to decide what
full-grown adults are allowed to see?

Surely burning art is a far
greater crime than selling it.

I know you agree with me.

- Be that as it may, my opinions
are as irrelevant as yours.

- With all due respect, sir,
our opinions are not irrelevant.

Art matters and it
is our god-given right

To be able to appreciate it!

- This conversation is over.

I'm arresting you for the
murder of stanford berkshire.

- What?
- Constable! Cuff this man!

- What? Hold on now! Hold on!

I-I sold to berkshire,
yes, but I didn't kill him.

I-I-I never even met the man!

Look, he would leave the money
in a crawlspace behind the gallery.

I would collect it and
then leave the art behind.

But that morning, the
money wasn't there.

So I sold the shroud of
secrets to sydney finch instead.

You have to believe me.

- After being caught selling stolen
evidence on the black market,

I most definitely do not!

- If my wife bears
any responsibility

In abigail prescott's death,
it is purely by accident.

- Well, accidents that result in
death have consequences, detective.

- And the charge would be what?

- The crown decides the charges.

Criminal negligence,
at the very least.

- Dr. Ogden is no criminal.

- That's for the
court to decide.

- Regardless, I would
like to take my wife home.

She will, of course, appear
in court at the appropriate time

To face the charges, but I
see no need to keep her here

Locked in a cell on
a negligence charge.

What is he doing here?

Alderman prescott.

My condolences.

- Condolences? Oh, that is rich.

His wife murders mine

And he has the nerve
to offer condolences.

- Murdered? That's absurd!

- Do you have any evidence
to support this accusation?

- The evidence is overwhelming:

Julia ogden kidnapped abigail,

Dragged her to a grimy hotel

And plied her with drugs
and when abigail protested,

Julia ogden killed
her with an overdose.

I have spoken with the crown.

Your wife will be charged
with first-degree murder.

- Think, julia.

- I haven't stopped thinking

Since I saw her dead
body in that hotel room.

I just can't conceive how
this could have happened.

- Is it possible that mrs.
Prescott committed suicide?

- I don't see how.

I left her with a
single vial of laudanum

When I went to get the tickets.

That's not enough to cause harm.

- And you're certain it
was the correct dosage?

- Well, yes. Of course.

- Any news?

- Regrettably, no. I've
scoured the police files,

But I found nothing
to help our case.

- I'll double-check them.

- And together we'll
triple-check them.

Don't lose hope, julia.

Did anyone know you were
staying at the hotel with abigail?

- Not a soul.

We even registered
under false names.

Perhaps I did make a mistake?

What if I grabbed the
wrong dilution from the clinic?

What if I did kill her?

- Worst case, it would be
considered an accident, correct?

- In the absence of any
alternate explanation

Of how this happened,

We will have to appeal to the
hearts and minds of the jury.

The crown will try to paint
you as a radical zealot,

An unhinged kidnapper.

But as your attorney,
I will provide them

With the true measure
of dr. Julia ogden,

A brilliant hero who
would risk anything

To rescue a woman
from a life of abuse.

- You were only
trying to help her.

The jury will see that.

- Ah. Inspector brackenreid?

Uh, what's this about?

Do you need me to testify at
my grandfather's murder trial?

- We might, but I brought
you in on another matter.

Have a seat.

Your grandfather
was in the process

Of purchasing this
when he was murdered.

I felt it only right that
you should have it.

- Is this banned art?

- Yes.

But it shouldn't be.

Your grandfather was a man
of culture, ahead of his time.

He wasn't a criminal.

- The shroud of secrets.

- You read japanese?

- No, no. No, I don't. I, um...

What are you insinuating?

- The erotica in the
safe was yours, wasn't it?

- Sir, I am the heir to
the berkshire fortune.

Why would I jeopardize
the family name

By collecting pornography?
- Oh, I agree.

It was a very stupid
move on your part

And when grandpa
discovered your collection,

He threatened to
write you out of the will.

And that's why he made an
appointment to see his lawyer

To discuss family honour

And that's why you
caved his skull in!

- That is nonsense and I
deeply resent the accusation.

- Oh, well, you're
gonna hate this:

Gregory berkshire,

I'm arresting you for the
murder of stanford berkshire!

Constable!

- Did you notice
anything unusual

About the two women
during their stay at your hotel?

- Nothing especially.

Except they used fake names.

And the one lady
did all of the talking.

- Which lady?

- That one there.

The killer.

- My lord, I object
to this speculation.

My client has not
been found guilty.

- Sustained.

The jury will ignore
this accusation.

- Well, after we received
the call at the station,

We arrived on the scene
to find the victim deceased.

Shortly after, the
defendant appeared.

- And what was your initial
impression of dr. Ogden?

- At the time she appeared
somewhat bedraggled

And she seemed
confused and agitated.

- And what were the
coroner's findings?

- The coroner's report described

A massive amount of
laudanum in the victim's body.

- Can you read aloud,
please, for the jury,

This section of the report here?

- "it is this coroner's opinion
that the administration

Of this massive
overdose of laudanum

Was either an act
of gross negligence,

Or a deliberate attempt
to harm the victim."

- And is it true you
were unable to find

A single other suspect in
the death of mrs. Prescott?

That is true.

- In fact, by the
defendant's own admission,

No one else knew
where they were, correct?

- Correct.

Julia ogden claims
she was your wife's physician.

- I'm sure julia
ogden would claim

She was the queen
of England if that lie

Somehow served her purposes.

She has been a thorn
in my family's side,

Desperate to drag my dear
abigail from her loving marriage

And into a life of
extreme feminist beliefs.

- Objection, your honour.

The witness cannot claim
knowledge to the inner workings

Of my client's mind.

- It is as obvious as
the nose on my face

That julia ogden is a zealot,

Intent on destroying
the very foundations

Upon which our society is built!

- Sustained. Alderman prescott,

I'll ask you to refrain
from further outbursts.

- Yes, your honour.

- But how did you know gregory
berkshire was the murderer?

- Even you couldn't
make this up, crabtree.

He claimed to have no
knowledge of the world of erotica,

But tipped his hand
when he identified

The shroud of secrets.

He was stealing money out
of his grandfather's account

To finance his hobby.

Then, when grandpa
threatened to cut him off,

He killed him and
tried to frame mr. Blue,

Who turned out to be our
very own officer bishop.

Come along.

- Speak of the devil.

- Oh, come on, I'm not that bad.

- That's debatable.

But at least you're
not a murderer.

Uncuff him, higgins.

- Thanks.

That's the nicest thing anyone's
said to me in a long time.

So, I'm free to go?

- Yes, you can go.

Oh, and, uh, find yourself
a new job. You're fired.

- Fired? But... -
not another word.

You're lucky I
don't re-arrest you.

- Strangely, I don't feel
very lucky in this moment.

- Bishop.

For what it's worth,
you were right.

I agree with you.

- I knew it.

Doesn't let me keep
my job, though, does it?

- I'm afraid not, son.

- What did you agree on, sir?

- Mind your beeswax, bugalugs.

- You have heard
from alderman prescott

About the alleged
character of dr. Julia ogden.

I am here to tell you
that his description

Is the slanderous
fabrication of a man

Who seeks to conceal
his own culpability.

Dr. Ogden is no zealot.

Her actions are
driven by prudence,

Intellect and compassion.

Throughout her career she has
fought to better the lives of women,

Especially women like abigail,

Who was powerless
against her abusive husband.

- My lord, I must object!

Alderman prescott
is not on trial here

And there's been no proof
that he's ever been anything

But a loving husband
and a diligent provider.

- Sustained.

- Very well. I will let
dr. Ogden's brilliance

And eloquence dispute
the alderman's claims of her.

I call dr. Julia
ogden to the stand.

Dr. Ogden, please
recount for the jury

The history of your
relationship with abigail prescott.

- A few months ago,

Mrs. Prescott came into
my care covered in bruises,

Which were clearly the
result of a brutal assault.

- And who was her assailant?

- She told me it was her
husband, alderman prescott,

Who was later imprisoned
for other misdeeds.

- My lord, again I object.

- My lord, as you and my
learned friend are aware,

The alderman's
sentencing and conviction

Are a matter of public record.

- And is not relevant here.

Continue your
testimony, dr. Ogden.

- When the alderman was
released from his sentence,

Mrs. Prescott
returned to the clinic,

This time with
a fractured wrist.

It was obvious that the
abuse was escalating.

Alderman prescott arrived
and removed her from my care,

Before I was able to
properly treat her wrist.

- And what happened next?

- Abigail asked me
to meet with her.

But when she didn't show
up at the designated time,

I proceeded to their
home, where I discovered

That her husband had made
arrangements to have her committed

To the andrew mercer
reformatory for women.

- And how did you
respond to that?

- Well, I offered
to take her away.

That reformatory is
unfit for human habitation.

- At least she would
still be alive there.

- Oh, spare... you are a monster!

- Silence!

Any further outbursts
and you will be removed.

Dr. Ogden,

You were caring for abigail's
fractured wrist all this time?

- Yes. She was in
a great deal of pain.

- And laudanum's an
extremely powerful pain reducer?

- Yes. Uh, uh, it is.

When used
judiciously it's-it's...

- Would you call 10 times the
recommended dosage judicious?

- Well, of course not. But I-I
didn't give her that dosage.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- How can you be sure?
- Uh, well, I-I...

- You're not sure, are you?

- Yes, I am.

- Ah, are you saying
you're infallible?

No, I-I...

- So you admit you are
capable of making mistakes.

- Well, yes, but...

- It's possible you gave
her the wrong bottle

Isn't it, dr. Ogden?

In the absence of
any other explanation,

Is it not most likely
that abigail prescott died

Because you provided her with
the wrong bottle of laudanum?

- Answer the question, doctor.

- Yes, it-it's possible.

- Julia ogden knew

That abigail prescott
was due to be admitted

To the andrew mercer
reformatory for women,

A place where she
would have been cared for,

Where she would have been safe.

Instead, she
trusted this charlatan

With disastrous consequences.

Dr. Julia ogden is
solely responsible

In the death of abigail prescott

And her misguided
arrogance would surely benefit

From the correction a lengthy
stint in prison would provide.

- Thank you.

The jury will now be
dismissed to deliberate.

I'll expect your
decision by tomorrow.

- There has to be
something we've missed.

- We've scoured every file,

Questioned every witness to
the point of near harassment.

- What's our next move?

- There is no next move.

We've explored every possible
argument for julia's innocence.

It's in the hands
of the jury now.

- What verdict do you predict?

- It's unwise to speculate.

- Be unwise, please.

Just between us.

- Have a drink, detective.

- There's a page missing.

- What?

- In inspector mccrae's report:

Seven, nine, ten.

No eight.

- A page is missing?
- Yes.

Do you remember what it said?

- Well, what's missing is my
interview with the hotel clerk.

She said they checked
in at 6 pm, uh, paid cash,

And that they
didn't leave the hotel

Until the doctor departed
the next morning.

The last time she
saw mrs. Prescott

Is when she made a telephone
call in the middle of the night.

- She made a telephone call?

- Yes.

Is that important?

- Yes!

It means someone else may
have known her whereabouts!

A new disclosure after the jury

Has gone to deliberation?
This is highly irregular.

Furthermore, the fact
that abigail prescott

Made a phone call
seems irrelevant.

Don't you see?

Someone removed a page
from inspector mccrae's report

Precisely because the
telephone call is relevant!

- Detective murdoch, you
are overstepping your bounds.

- Respectfully, your honour,
detective murdoch has a point.

My report contained several
pages and one was missing

When it was turned
over to the defense.

It's rather suspicious.

- Your honour, surely
you can understand

The detective's desire
to see justice served.

If abigail prescott made a phone
call in the middle of the night,

Whoever she called could
have tracked her down

And administered the fatal
dose while dr. Ogden was away.

- Nonsense. If mrs. Prescott
was secretly making phone calls

In the dead of night, she
was likely calling for help

To be released from
the clutches of dr. Ogden.

- Oh, please! The missing page...

- This is your second
warning, detective.

- Your honour, I do submit that the
missing page is worthy of further scrutiny.

- I have no knowledge
of this missing page

And my colleague's insinuations
are verging on slander.

- Let's not resort
to histrionics.

At any rate, I
remain unconvinced

That this alleged phone call
has any bearing on the case.

We'll proceed with
the jury's verdict.

- William, I'm so scared.

What if they find me guilty?

- They won't.

- They might.

- Keep your mind on the future.

All of those beautiful
eventualities.

- Such as?

- Susannah's first words?

Her first steps?

With those plump little legs.

I can picture her
first bicycle ride.

We'll share all of those
moments together.

You are innocent, julia.

And I won't rest until
the world knows it.

- The jury is ready
with the verdict.

- Thank you.

Julia ogden, please stand.

The jury has found you
guilty of manslaughter

In the death of
abigail prescott.

- No!

- You are hereby sentenced
to three years in prison.

- Three years?!?
This is ridiculous!

We demand a new trial!

What about the telephone call?

If you just allow
me to investigate...

- Detective murdoch, sit down!

Bailiff, take mrs. Murdoch away.

- Her name is dr. Julia ogden!