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(theme music)

(mysterious music)

(soft music)

(breathing shakily)

- 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.

(exclaiming in pain)

It appears you may have
fractured

Your distal radius.

That's your wrist.

- It hurts terribly.

(sighs)
- 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.

(indistinct chatter)
(prescott): Where is my wife?

Abigail!

(sobs)
- 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.

(sniffling)

- Green leaf café.
2 pm.

(sighs)

- 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?

(indistinct chatter)

- 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.

(crabtree): Sir, have a look
at this.

A safe.

Sturdy-looking one at that.

- Seems someone was trying
to break into it.

(crabtree): 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?

(intriguing music)

- 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.

(crabtree): No telephone number
or address.

(murdoch): "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.

(higgins): 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.

(julia): 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.

(chuckling)

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.

(murdoch): 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.

(murdoch): 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.

(higgins): Let me see that!
- That's enough!

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

(prescott): 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?

(mysterious music)

(footsteps approaching)

(indistinct chatter)

(♪♪)

(city hubbub)

(julia): Driver.
Head west along queen street

And then further west
along lake shore.

I'll give you more
specific directions later.

(driver clicks tongue)

- 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.

(murdoch): 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!

(chuckles)

- 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.

(soft music)

- There you go.

Hello.
(brackenreid): 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.

(brackenreid): Ah!

(chuckling)

- 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?
(julia): 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.

(mysterious music)

- 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.

(woman): 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.

(laughing)

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

- Shunga?
- Shunga.

(woman): 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.

(indistinct chatter)

- 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.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

- 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.

(knocking)
- detective murdoch?

- Yes, henry?

(sighs)

- 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.

(mccrae): 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.

(crabtree): 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.

(sighs)
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.

(♪♪)

(bishop): 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.

(laughing)
believe you me.

- So, you burned it?

- That is what I do. Yes.
(clears throat)

- 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.

(prescott): What is he
doing here?

(murdoch): 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.

(sighs)

Perhaps I did make a mistake?

(dramatic music)

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.

(soft music)

(city hubbub)

- 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?

(mccrae): That is true.

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

No one else knew
where they were, correct?

- Correct.

(attorney): 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.

(dramatic music)

- 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.

(higgins): 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.

(dramatic music)

(attorney): 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?

(stuttering)
- 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.

(dramatic music)

- 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.

(indistinct chatter)

- There has to be something
we've missed.

- We've scoured every file,

Questioned every witness
to the point of near harassment.

(sighs)

- 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.

(sighs)

(pages rustling)

(intriguing music)

- There's a page missing.

- What?

- In inspector mccrae's report:

Seven, nine, ten.

No eight.

- A page is missing?
(murdoch): 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!

(judge): 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.

(murdoch): 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.

(somber music)

- 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.

(sobs)

(♪♪)

- 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!

(julia cries)

(sobbing)

(indistinct shouting
in the distance)

(keys jangling)

(soft music)

(crying)

(theme music)

Subtitling: Difuze