All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S06E13 - The Murdoch Trap (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

Subtitling made possible by
RLJ Entertainment.

DR. OGDEN: [ Echoing ]
I forgive you, William.

I forgive you, William.

I forgive you, William.

I forgive you, William.

I forgive you, William.

[ Distorted voice ]
I... you, William.

William...

I f... I forgive...

[ Recording slows, stops ]

[ Clicking ]

GILLIES:
Hello, Detective Murdoch.

Remember me?

I know what you're thinking.

"Now I understand how rats
get caught in traps.

They're easy to fool."

Welcome to the Murdoch Trap,
Detective.

We are going to have
so much fun.

[ Water dripping in distance ]

JUDGE:
Dr. Ogden, I have no recourse

but to sentence you to be hanged
by the neck until you are dead.

May God have mercy on your soul.

[ Gavel bangs ]

[ Insects chirping ]

- Sirs?
- BRACKENREID: In here, Crabtree.

Ah.

Sorry I'm late, sirs.
Y.

Chief Constable Giles has me
on desk duty.

I had to wait
until he left the station.

Right, then.
Let's get on with it, Murdoch.

So, are you sure it was Gillies
you saw in the courtroom?

Yes.
I'm sure it was him.

Unfortunately,
no one else saw him.

And you think he's capable
of this?

We're talking about
James Gillies here, sir.

The man has escaped the noose
twice.

He's definitely capable of this.

Well, we'll get him this time.

And this time,
I'll be sure he hangs.

Let's get started, shall we?

Right.

First we have the telephone call
that the maid received.

She says she recognized
Dr. Ogden's voice.

It's Dr. Ogden.

Tell Dr. Garland I will come by
at 6:00.

She said her voice was halting.

I suspect Gillies

recorded telephone conversations
of Dr. Ogden's

and then edited the results
using multiple Edison recorders

and phonographs.

He figured out a way
to record her telephone line

at the asylum.

- I'll look into that.
- CRABTREE: Right, then.

We have the witness
who says she saw Dr. Ogden

walk into the house.

MRS. SMYTHE:
Hello, Dr. Ogden.

What cheek.

That was Gillies,
wearing Dr. Ogden's dress.

He's assumed a woman's
appearance in the past.

Yes, but, sirs, Mrs. Smythe said
she saw Dr. Ogden's face.

She saw what she thought
was her face.

He could have altered
his appearance...

Using a mask, perhaps,
something molded to his face,

possibly latex.

He's capable of that.

Well, then there's the blood
spatter on Dr. Ogden's dress.

I believe Gillies was wearing
Dr. Ogden's dress

when he shot Dr. Garland

and then discarded the dress
somewhere near her home,

knowing it would be found.

Sir, I'm not used to seeing you
drink tea in the evening.

I'm not touching
a drop of whiskey

until Dr. Ogden is exonerated.

- A show of faith, Murdoch.
- That's very kind of you, sir.

So you'd better catch him
double-quick,

because I'm sick
and bloody tired

of drinking tea of an evening.

Still, the thumb mark on the
shell casing is a real problem.

Yes. I have a couple
of thoughts about that.

George, I'll need you to get
some of my things

from the office...
Firstly, the elastic wax.

And if you can manage it,
George,

I'll need the murder weapon
out of evidence.

But only if you can manage it.

The last thing we need is
another police officer working

out of the inspector's
dining room.

Sir, I'll get it.

No one will be the wiser.

DR. CLARK:
Yes. I've seen him before.

He works with
the telephone exchange.

- When was he here?
- Oh, a few weeks back.

He was here a couple of times.

Did he work
on Dr. Ogden's telephone?

I didn't follow him around
the building, but he could have.

Now, if you will excuse me.

Of course, Doctor.
Thank you.

Constable Crabtree.

Oh! Sir.
[ Exhales deeply ]

Are you intending to leave?

- No, sir.
- What are you doing, then?

I was just bringing, uh,
Detective Murdoch

some of his equipment, sir.

I see nothing wrong with that.

Why so guilty, Crabtree?

Just I suppose this falls
outside of the scope

of my regular duties, sir.

Yes. Well, consider this
your lunchtime, then.

- Hm.
- Ah.

What's this for?

That's silly rubber, sir.

It's an invention
of the detective's.

Uh...

Yes.

[ Sniffs ]
No doubt.

BRACKENREID:
Is that how he did it, then?

Sir, I don't know if wax is
the best material for the mold,

but I'm certain he used
latex rubber for the cast.

Any luck at the asylum?

Oh, Gillies was there,
all right... twice.

Once to set up
the recording device,

a second time to remove it.

Bloody Gillies.

Well, at least our suspicions
are confirmed.

Sirs, I managed to bring
the gun.

No sooner did I get it

than Chief Constable Giles
stopped me.

Well, I just about laid an egg,

but he was distracted then
by your, uh, silly rubber there.

- Where shall I put this, sir?
- In the corner.

Wait.
Wait.

George...

did the chief constable
touch this?

Yes, sir.
He got his thumb stuck in it.

Look right there.

George, I have another job
for you.

[ Door opens, closes ]

What are you doing?

I'm trying to figure out how
Gillies planted blood spatter

on Dr. Ogden's dress.

Well, he did it by wearing the
dress when he shot Dr. Garland.

Then why were there no powder
burns on Dr. Garland's face?

From the gunshot?

Yes.

I never thought about it before.

But if Gillies was standing
close enough

to get blood spatter
on the dress...

Then he should have been
close enough

to get gunpowder residue
onto Dr. Garland.

Exactly.

I see your point.

You had to know, didn't you?

That if you hadn't checked
for her fingermarks

on the cartridge,
she would have gone free.

I knew you would, of course.

You're just so... curious.

You must wonder...

How does she feel, knowing it
was your doubt of her innocence

that will see her hang?

Gillies was behind all this?

Yes, and I believe Gillies made
a latex mask resembling you.

But to do this,

he would've had to have taken
a plaster mold of your face.

When would he have done that?

I don't know,
but I believe he did.

Now, Julia, think back.

Can you recall anything...
anything unusual?

William, I never told you this.

But about two months ago,
I suffered a memory lapse.

One moment I was sitting
at my desk,

and the next moment I woke up
on my couch.

I just thought
I'd been working too hard.

How much time had elapsed?

Maybe one or two hours.

Powder residue.

And that's two and a half feet.

May I shoot the next one?

I don't know, Emily.

That's an official
police ordnance.

All right.
Just this once.

So this will be two feet.

All right.

Both feet planted firmly.
And...

Good shot.

Dr. Grace, I think
we've just proven our case.

What in blazes is going on?

We are conducting an experiment

that will prove that Dr. Ogden
was wrongfully convicted.

Indeed.

Chief Constable, blood spatter
travels three feet.

Now, given that spatter
was found

12 inches up the sleeve
of the dress,

we can surmise that the gun was
within two feet of our victim.

A distance that should have
left visible gunpowder residue

on Dr. Garland's face.

But there was none.

How do you know
how far blood spatter travels?

Detective Murdoch and I
conducted an experiment

on a previous case.

On a human being?

No, a pig.

You shot a living pig?

Dead, actually.

And as a result of this,
you've determined

that the blood spatter
was artificially applied.

Well, this was applied
with what...

Um, the flick of a brush?

And this.

It's rather uneven, isn't it?

Multiple applications
with a perfume sprayer?

This, on the other hand,
is real blood spatter...

From the explosive displacement

following a bullet striking
well-vascularized flesh.

There's no faking this.

So whoever was wearing
this dress...

shot somebody
other than Dr. Garland.

And who would that be?

[ Clicking ]

GILES:
It's a matter of time before...

[ Clicking continues ]

[ Rewinding ]

[ Click, whirring ]

There's always some emergency.

[ Whirring stops ]

It's a matter of some...
urgency.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

How is it going?

George managed to record
seven minutes of conversation.

- Will that be enough?
- It'll have to be.

What do you want me to do
with this plaster of Paris?

Put it on my face.

I came as soon as I could.

What's the problem?

Judge Matthews.

Well, you just telephoned me.

You said it was a matter
of some urgency.

I never telephoned you.

We... We spoke.
It was your voice.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I do.

We've found another fingermark

on the weapon
that killed Dr. Garland.

You're under suspension.

You can't be here,
either of you.

Chief Constable, have you had
occasion to handle this weapon

with your bare hands?

Of course not.

Then how do you explain
your thumb mark on the gun?

Oh, very resourceful, Detective.

Will someone please apprise me
of what is going...

Detective Murdoch
has demonstrated

that someone
could have fabricated

some of the evidence
against Dr. Ogden...

The, uh, telephone call
and the fingermark.

However, he has yet
to demonstrate how it is

that someone saw her walk...

Good God.

Constable Crabtree, I presume?

And who do you think
fabricated the evidence

against the accused?

We know who it is.
It's Gillies.

And who the devil is that?

James Gillies is
a very dangerous young man

who wishes to destroy
Detective Murdoch.

Murdoch saw him
in the courtroom.

Ah.

Well, since we're
entertaining theories,

is it not equally possible that
you orchestrated all of this?

- Me?
- Yes.

You commit the crime.
You set up Dr. Ogden.

Then you set about proving
Dr. Ogden's innocence

by conjuring a personal nemesis.

You present me with proof
that Dr. Ogden is innocent,

and I'll stay the execution.

If not, justice will take
its course as scheduled.

You have subverted my authority.

You have disregarded the terms
of your suspensions.

Sir, you are proceeding on...

Silence!

Until this matter is resolved,
you are both reinstated.

[ Sighs ]

Well, what are you
standing about for?

If Dr. Ogden is innocent,

we haven't got much time
to prove it.

No doubt you figured out
how I recorded her voice,

put her fingermarks on the gun.

And the mask.

Well, by now you know
all about the mask.

[ Laughs ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

Your Dr. Ogden has
a beautiful face.

I quite enjoyed wearing it.

You should see the looks I got.

[ Click ]

Now, now, Detective.

This film is my confession
to the murder of Dr. Garland.

All the evidence you'll need
to exonerate Dr. Ogden...

[ Tape slows, stops ]

Show yourself!

Here I am.

Now, I know
what you're thinking.

"How many mirrors?
How far away is he?"

Well, I'll tell you.

I have five mirrors,
each with a concavity of 5%.

Oh, look at you thinking.

What is the function?

You're in the house next door.

To the south.

Bravo!

Well, I must say,
it is such a pleasure to have,

well, such a capable partner
in this endeavor.

Endeavor?

To get Dr. Ogden exonerated.

I don't want her to hang.

I'm fascinated by the idea
of love, Detective.

What will a man sacrifice
for the woman he loves?

We have three days
to prove Dr. Ogden's innocence.

And to do that,
we need to confirm her alibi.

The woman... the one Dr. Ogden
took to Port Credit.

Or at least the driver.

You think Penelope was working
with James Gillies?

MURDOCH: I believe
both she and the driver

were working with Gillies.

It's a clever way
to make sure you have no alibi.

Things she told me,

details about what her
husband had done to her...

It rang true, William.

She told me he once pushed
her face in horse manure.

It's despicable, to be sure,
but hardly beyond imagining.

He did it
in front of a constable,

and it cost him two months
in jail.

[ Sighs ]

I don't think she made it up,
William.

Perhaps that's why Gillies
chose her.

It's easier to lie about things
that you've lived.

If that's the case,
then her husband does exist...

Not as Desmond Irwin, perhaps,
but he's out there.

[ Door opens ]

MAN:
Time to go.

I want you to go through
every case of wife-beating

in the last five years.

We're looking for a man

who shoved his wife's face
in horse manure,

among other things.

HIGGINS:
From Toronto, sir?

From all of bloody Ontario.

Sir, that'll be hundreds
of cases.

Have you got something better
to do, Higgins?

MURDOCH: We don't know
where she's from, Henry.

Start with the cases
that resulted in conviction.

Of those, pull out the ones

where the husband's
been released.

That should help narrow down
the search.

Right.
Get on with it.

George, I want you
to concentrate your energies

on finding the coach driver.

Sir, what if Gillies was
the coach driver?

Bloody hell, Crabtree.

If Gillies was the coach driver,
who was shooting Dr. Garland?

Well, I didn't think it
all the way through, sir.

DR. OGDEN: The mouth was
slightly wider, I think.

That's more like it.

Any facial hair?

He had a beard,
same color as his hair.

Long?

About an inch, I'd say,

and not very thick
around the cheek area.

That's him.

Are you sure?

Excellent.

Well, this will give us
something to go on.

Dr. Ogden...

when I had to testify against
you, I felt such a traitor.

I'm so sorry.

George.

You were compelled by law.

This has been hard on all of us.

Detective Murdoch
will come through.

I'm sure of it.

He'd do anything.
He'd give his life for you.

Doesn't every man tell his lover
he would die for her?

But how many truly would?

Would you?

I know you'd fight for her...
To the death if necessary.

But to actually trade your life?

That is my experiment,
Detective.

That phone is connected
to the telephone exchange.

Simply lift the receiver,

have the operator connect you
to the police,

and then tell them where to find
you and the evidence.

But if you lift the receiver,
it activates an automatic valve

which will fill the room
with carbon monoxide.

- Do you know what that is?
- Of course I do.

You will lose consciousness
within a minute.

Death will follow minutes after.

So, Detective, what will it be?

I'll let you know
once I've decided.

MURDOCH:
These are quite detailed.

Very good, George.

HIGGINS:
I found him.

Sirs, his name is Harold Long.

He was convicted in Toronto
of assault,

sentenced to six months.

How do we know it's him?

He shoved his wife's face
into horse manure, sir.

[ Knock on door ]

Toronto Constabulary.

You recognize this woman?

That's Dolly, my wife.

Dolly?

Where can we find her?

I don't know.

Uh, she and I...

- we had a falling-out.
- Oh, is that what you call it?

You beat her till she bled,

and then you pushed her face
into a pile of horse crap.

I've done some terrible things,

but I've since fallen
under the light of the Lord.

Oh. Well, that's all
very fascinating.

We just want to find her.

I came back to an empty house.

Her sister told me
she'd left the country.

She has a sister?

When she heard
he was being released,

she came to live with us,
but we both knew he'd find her.

Where is she?

Hamilton.

Do you have an address?

She ran out of money.

I would have helped her,
but I couldn't.

She ended up selling herself
on the streets.

I don't know where she is now.

Thank you.

Wait.

Would a photograph of her help?

This is Dolly Long,
also known as Penelope Irwin.

I want each of you to take
a copy of the photograph

and a train ticket to Hamilton.

According to her sister,
she's walking the streets,

so we're going to concentrate
our search on the dock areas

and lower downtown.

Remember to dress
in your civvies.

I don't want any run-ins
with the Hamilton police.

Right, then.
Chop-chop!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I understand you know
this woman.

You two friends of hers?

It's important we find her.

Her name is Dolly.

Haven't seen her for a bit.
She keeps a room upstairs.

MURDOCH:
It's Dolly Long, sir.

There goes Dr. Ogden's alibi.

Why would he bury her in salt?

I believe because he didn't want
the body discovered

until the end of the trial.

And, sir, look.
Gunpowder burns.

That's how Gillies got blood
spatter on Dr. Ogden's dress.

It's her blood.

So he took Dr. Ogden's dress,
shot her alibi,

and then dumped the dress
in her rubbish.

Sir, if that's the case,

then she was shot the same day
as Dr. Garland.

George, interview the tenants
in the building.

See if anyone recalls
hearing a shot that night.

Sir.

Sir.

.38 revolver.
Conveniently placed.

We'll need to take this with us.

And the body, too.

That would be a serious breach
of jurisdiction.

We don't have time
to mess around

with the Hamilton police
and coroner.

Sir, what I mean to say is that
it needn't be your decision.

Sod that.

We'll hang together
after we clear her name.

Given the state of the decay
of the exposed hand,

I'd estimate
it was about a month ago.

So she could have been killed
the same day as Dr. Garland.

That would certainly be
within the time frame.

Did you recover the bullet?

I did.

- .38 caliber?
- Yes.

Detective?

Ah. Sir.

Uh, two tenants in Dolly Long's
building heard a single shot

about a month ago.

One of them claims
that a woman in a green dress

left the building
shortly thereafter.

Gillies in disguise.

Check the weapon
for fingermarks.

Sir, will do.

Also, Chief Constable Giles
is at the station.

He wants you to report in.

Thank you.

Is there no law
that you won't break,

no rule that you won't see fit
to bend to your own ends?

- Time was of the essence, sir.
- I'm aware of your constraints.

But I too am constrained by
the dictates of my profession.

That may mean nothing
to you scofflaws,

but it means a great deal to me.

- We'll take full responsibility.
- You will do more than that.

You will, both of you, compose
a sincere letter of apology

to the chief constable
of Hamilton

and to the coroner.

And you'll return the evidence
forthwith.

After we've finished with it,
of course.

You're in no position
to bargain, Inspector.

We're not bargaining, sir.

We're asking.

You have until the end of day.

Sirs, I've found fingermarks
on the weapon.

Whose are they, George?

Dr. Ogden's.

Of course they are.

Mr. Gillies is nothing
if not thorough.

So where does that leave us,
then?

Well, we can't take
this evidence to Judge Matthews.

He'll simply think
that Dr. Ogden was the Killer.

Why would she Kill
her own alibi?

GILES:
It doesn't matter.

Judge Matthews has
no vested interest

in seeing Dr. Ogden exonerated.

He believes that she killed
her husband,

and this evidence will only
serve to cement that impression.

With the woman dead, you have to
find the carriage driver.

Piano playing,
[ indistinct conversations ]

What do you two want this time?

This man.

Sorry.

I seen him.

You have?

He used to pick up Dolly
and only Dolly.

If she was with someone,
he'd wait.

But he never went upstairs
with her.

- Do you know who he is?
- No.

But you're sure it was him?

It was him, all right,
except he had shorter hair.

[ Knock on door ]

Call it a night, Murdoch.

You'll need your wits about you
if we're to find Gillies.

I'll try to get some sleep.
You have my word.

MAN: It was him, all right,
except he had shorter hair.

[ Horse neighs ]

[ Papers rustling ]

BRACKENREID:
If Gillies was the coach driver,

who was shooting Dr. Garland?

WOMAN: Darcy.

Darcy.

Darcy.

WOMAN: Darcy.

Darcy.

- Darcy?
- [ Gunshot ]

[ Click ]

[ Screams ]

So, what will it be, Detective?

Will she die or will you?

[ Clock ticking ]

The clock on the wall
reads 8:00,

so either it's wrong
or you've been here for...

20 hours.

How?

There's a new drug developed
by the Bayer company.

It's used to put dogs down,

but in a lower dosage it puts
humans in a temporary coma.

That means she hangs
in less than 12 hours.

By the time the clock comes back
to 8:00, she'll be dead.

Sir, I've been to the
courthouse, City Hall, the jail.

There's no sign of the detective
anywhere.

Jackson!

Where the bloody hell
have you been?

I was... I was off duty, sir.

Off duty?

Dr. Ogden has got 12 hours
to live.

Were you at this desk
last night?

Yes, sir.

So did you see Murdoch leave?

About 10:00, sir.

Well, where he was going?

- He didn't say.
- Why the hell didn't you ask?

I gather you haven't heard
anything.

No.

Then I think we should assume

for the purposes
of this investigation

that Murdoch is dead.

Dead?

I can think of only one scenario

where Murdoch would fail to make
communication...

He found out where Gillies was
and left to confront him.

You can draw
your own conclusions

as to how that turned out.

You cold-blooded bastard.

Whatever Murdoch's fate,

the thrust of this investigation
must be to exonerate Dr. Ogden.

Godspeed, gentlemen.

Sir.

I think he's right

in that Detective Murdoch went
to confront Gillies.

He found something, sir...
Something we're missing.

Bloody hell.

This is what Murdoch
figured out.

Gillies was driving the coach.

Sir, that means
he was with Dr. Ogden

at the time of the murder.

If that's the case,
who shot Dr. Garland?

William is missing?

I wondered why he hadn't come.

I should have told you earlier,

but I was hoping
he would have returned by now.

He must be in trouble.

Perhaps he simply
hasn't had time

to communicate what he's found.

He'll come through.

He always does.

You want me to believe
in miracles.

Why not?

The absurdity of it all.

There's so much I wanted do
with my life.

I pray William's all right.

I just can't figure it,
Crabtree.

How did he do it?

Sir.

That's Detective Murdoch's hat.

Murdoch!

Right. Let's search
the whole house, top to bottom.

Sir!

Sir?

It's welded on,
but by all means, try.

Detective, do you really think
I'd use a lock you could pick?

There are only two ways out,
Detective...

Allow her to her hang,
and I'll let you go.

Or pick up the phone,
save her life,

and let your soul go free.

You're looking for me,
aren't you?

My face is just
a camera-obscura projection.

But that's not how I see you.

So where am I?

Very good.

Go ahead, but then you won't
get to see the rest of my film,

with the evidence
that will exonerate her.

Good boy, Detective.

Sir, that's it.

Every inch.
There's no sign of him.

Bloody hell.

[ Wood creaking ]

GILLIES:
What are you doing?

[ Clock ticking ]

Oh, such purpose.
What are you going to do?

I want to see
the rest of the film.

[ Projector clicking ]

Aah! Aah!

Very good, Murdoch.
Very good.

You needed to blind me.

You're up to something.
[ Exhales sharply ]

What are you planning, Murdoch?

Checking to see if you're
as clever as you think you are.

Very sneaky, Murdoch.

Why did you do that?

Why did you try to blind me?

Because I could.

[ Laughs ]

Well played, Murdoch.

Which is a crueler punishment,
to kill a man

or to destroy the most
precious thing in his life?

Which hurts more?

Number, please.

[ Clicking ]

Morse code?

Oh.
Yes, Inspector.

I checked my handbook.

It repeats
in three sections of five.

Someone is trying to send
a message.

- When did this come in?
- 6:00.

It was the first call through
this morning.

It's spelling the numbers
6,91.

It's Murdoch.
I'm sure of it.

Where did the call come from?

We can identify
the neighborhood,

but we'll have to physically
trace it.

It may take a while.

Get on it immediately.
It's an emergency.

6,9,1?

6,9,1.

There you have it,
Detective Murdoch.

A full confession.

All the evidence she'll need.

The decision is yours.

Are you satisfied, Detective?

Yes.

One telephone call.

That's all it takes
to save her life.

Yes, I've got it.

No. That's fine.
I've got it.

Sir, they've traced the signal
to a switch box

in the Sherbourne-Jarvis area.

Jarvis?
Garland lives on Jarvis Street.

Yes, sir.
Dr. Garland lived at 693.

The... The Morse code message
spelled out 691.

Next door.

- Crabtree, break out the armory.
- Yes, sir.

I must admit, Detective,

I am just so curious
as to what you are up to.

How do I know
this telephone is working?

Well, you'll just have to
trust me.

It's decision time, Detective.

Who lives?

You... or your lady love?

You have one hour.

Well, then, I guess
it's goodbye, Mr. Gillies.

[ Squeak, hissing ]

Operator, put me through
to Station House Number 4.

It's an emergency.

Hello.
It's Detective Murdoch.

Please listen very carefully
to what I'm about to say.

[ Coughs]

Briscoe, you two take
the upstairs.

Baker, cover this floor.
Crabtree, come with me.

Sir.

MAN: Detective Murdoch!
Detective Murdoch!

CRABTREE:
Detective Murdoch!

James Gillies!
Hands where I can see them!

It's too late
for your detective, I'm afraid.

Cuff him, Crabtree.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Grunts]

Sir, it's Detective Murdoch.

Sir!

Can you see the lock, Crabtree?

Top corner there, sir.

Got it!

Sir, are you all right?

What time is it?

7:20.

The... The film.

- What film?
- The projector. Get the film!

Move it, Crabtree!

[ Metal rattling ]

[ Latch clicks ]

A moment, gentlemen.
My hair is a fright.

Do you have anything
you wish to say?

If William Murdoch should ask
what my final words were...

...tell him he never failed me
and that I so loved him.

No!

- No! Stop!
- What...

No. We have the killer.
This is his confession.

She's innocent.

Take the noose off her neck.

DR. OGDEN:
[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Sobs ]

You'd better not be stalling
for time, Detective Murdoch.

I'm not, Your Honor.
I swear to you, I'm not.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Hello, Detective Murdoch.

Remember me?

I know what you're thinking.

"Now I understand how rats
get caught in traps.

They're easy to fool."

Welcome to the Murdoch Trap,
Detective.

We are going to have
so much fun.

MURDOCH: Shall we go to dinner?
Celebrate?

[ Sighs]
I don't know, William.

What is it?

Darcy is dead because of me.

Because of us.

Julia.

Can you deny it?

No.

I should rest.

Some other time, then.

Yes.

[ Hinges squeak ]

[ Latch clicks ]

[ Door closes ]

Subtitling made possible by
RLJ Entertainment