All language subtitles for Murdoch.Mysteries.S11E15.1080p.BluRay.x264-YELLOWBiRD

Look at the craftsmanship
on that horse, Crabtree.

In time, that will become
a treasured heirloom.

Sir, what does a child
care about an heirloom?

That toy car...
That's the thing.

Don't be daft.
What if it's a girl?

Sir, girls enjoy cars
just as much as boys, I believe.

I'm sure a girl would enjoy
a car as much as a boy.

Although for a baby,
perhaps a teddy bear.

Well, that's that surprise
ruined.

I've always wanted
one of those spinning tops.

We'll make a note to get you one
for your own kid

when the time comes.

In fact, Crabtree,
do yourself a favor

and marry that pretty dancer
of yours.

Then stick her up the duff.

Sir.

Nina is a-a free spirit.

I hesitate to push her
into something that...

well, that essentially would be
a lifelong commitment.

I mean, even more so than
marriage, if you think about it.

Take the bull by the horns,
Crabtree.

Tell her it's your way
or no way.

I'm not sure that's a good idea,
Sir.

Well, it might be
unwise to force a decision, sir,

but I would like to have a
family of my own at some point.

It's been weighing on me more
lately,

perhaps because of
your happy news, sir.

Well, George, everything has
a way of working itself out.

All right, then.
Enough loitering.

We have work to do.

Kids.

Would you like to have
a closer look?

All right.

I think he'll make
a good father, sir.

That's a very big horse, yes?

Good Lord.

Dr. Ogden?

Dr. Ogden, are you awake?

Doctor? What happened?

Felt a bit dizzy, did we?

Yes.

Yes.
I-I hope that's all it was.

Oh, George.

George, go and get William.
Please.

Crabtree, meet us
at the hospital, sharpish.

- Right.
- And no arguments from you.

No. No.
You're right.

Put your arm around me.

We have to go right away.

There's something wrong
with the baby.

Hang in there, Doctor.

At what period
of development, Nurse?

It's the fourth month.

It's maternal causes.

- It could be uterine scarring.
- Fourteen weeks.

Any outward signs of trauma?

No.
It has to be internal.

Everything else has been
healthy.

Has there been any interference?

No!

Where's William?

Is that your husband, dear?
I understand he's on his way.

There's no need
for her husband to see this.

- Where is she?
- She's all right.

Why is she here
if she's all right?

The doctor's with her.

Quickly.
Let's contain that bleeding.

It... It's best if you wait.

Sir, let the doctors take...

I don't want dilation.

- Sedate her.
- Julia.

There still could be a chance...

- Julia.
- William.

It's going to be all right.

I'm so sorry.
I'm so...

- I'd advise you to step out.
- Let the doctor do his work.

Margaret had
a scare just like this one

when she was expecting John.

Yes?

Yeah.

She was on bed rest
for a couple of months.

Not that she enjoyed that.

But everything turned out
just fine.

Yes.
Perhaps you're right.

Perhaps that's all it is.

Doctor.

Your wife is fine,

but I'm sorry to tell you
the baby didn't survive.

Oh, God.

Leave him alone, Crabtree.

Least said, soonest mended.

Thank you.

I've brought you
a glass of water.

I can fix you a cup of tea
if you like.

No, thank you.

Glass of sherry?

No.

I just want to sleep.

Of course.

Stay put.
I'll be right back.

Just a moment.

Detective Murdoch.

Thank God you're here.

Nate, this isn't really
a good time.

I-I need your help.

What is it?
What's happened?

I got into a-a fight
earlier today.

A fight?
In Chatham or... or here?

Julia.

What's wrong, Nate?

Where's Rebecca?

- Is something wrong?
- She's fine.

B-But Rebecca can't know about
this, at least not until...

Nate, please.

I came to town
to take care of a-a problem.

Can I trust your discretion?

I don't want Rebecca worried.

Until I know what's going on,
Nate,

I can make no such promise.

Toronto Constabulary.
Open the door.

They're after me.

Detective Murdoch,
this man has escaped custody.

We're here to carry out
an arrest.

On what grounds?

This matter is not
in your jurisdiction.

At the moment, it's in my home.

Just a moment here.
Wait!

Julia!

- What the...
- He pushed my wife!

We are apprehending a suspect!

Please stop!

I'll go quietly.

What are the charges?

Detective, I promise you...

Doctor, I-I didn't do it.
Please remember that.

What are the charges?

Your friend killed a man,
Detective.

The charge is murder.

So McWorthy has been promoted
to inspector.

Payback for doing
Davis' dirty work, I'd imagine.

No experience.
Just handed the job.

Perhaps Station House Number One
has improved

since Davis was brought
to justice.

You can't clean up a station
house that fast, Murdoch.

I wouldn't trust that lot
as far as I could throw them.

Sloppy and corrupt.

I'll assign Watts
to look into it.

Actually, I'll be taking
the lead on this, Inspector.

Don't be foolish.

Look, even I had a week off
without pay

when Margaret was on bed rest.

You should be at home
with the good doctor.

I thought that would be
for the best also,

but Julia has other ideas.

Dr. Ogden. I was told
you weren't coming in today.

Well, you were misinformed.

I'm very sorry.

Thank you, Miss Hart.

I can't find
my dissecting forceps.

Is it possible
you've misplaced them?

I don't believe so.

You would have used them
yesterday

when you were working
on Mr. Smith.

I believe I'm ready to handle
a postmortem, Doctor.

If I have any difficulties,
I shall consult with you.

No, thank you. If I need
your help, I will ask for it.

Dr. Ogden.

I thought perhaps you would have
recused yourself from this case,

given your interest in it.

Your implication is offensive,
Inspector McWorthy.

Dr. Ogden would never let
her personal feelings...

Fine.

Let's see if your observations
match up

to what I already know
of the murder.

Mr. Charlie Lewis,
a victim of a beating

around the head and the neck
with a foreign object.

So far, so good.

Based on the shape
of the injuries

and the residue left
by the weapon,

I believe you are looking for
a fireplace poker.

Well.

There was a poker found
near the body.

Yes, I'm sure.

The victim also has a contusion
on the left jaw,

but this injury was not
inflicted by the poker.

We know Lewis was in a fight the
afternoon before he was killed.

Multiple witnesses saw him hit
in the face...

by your Nate Desmond.

It seems as though
Inspector McWorthy decided

that Nate was guilty because
of this fight hours earlier.

Well, I would certainly
want to take a look at him.

Mr. Desmond was quite clear
in protesting his innocence.

Don't they all?

But I do believe that
Nate Desmond is a good chap.

"A man was arrested following
the word of witnesses

who saw him near the scene
of the crime

at the time in question."

Near the scene?

Presumably the investigation
is in the early stages as yet.

Well, exactly.
We need more information.

I'm going back to the body.

Julia, you'll stop and rest
if you feel the need, yes?

Yes.
Of course, William.

Right. Someone needs to speak
to Nate Desmond.

They likely won't let me near
Station House One.

- You know the men there, Watts.
- Yes.

Robinson is typically on duty
in the cells,

and Robinson has a taste
for booze

that belongs to someone else.

Miss Bloom.

George.

- Nina.
- I just got your note.

I'm so sorry.
How are the Murdochs doing?

Not very well, I'm afraid.

One wishes they could do more
at a time like this.

This is the problem with family.

It's always the source
of so much pain.

Well, that didn't keep them
from wanting it very much.

I'm so sorry for your loss,
Detective.

Thank you, Miss Bloom.

I can see you're very busy here.

- I'll see you later, George.
- Yes.

Sir, I-I don't think I had
a chance to say it last night,

but... I'm so sorry.

Yes.

Could you check into Charlie
Lewis at police records, George?

Perhaps he wasn't
a model citizen.

Yes.
Of course.

I've already told the others.
I'm not talking to any police.

Well, Detective Murdoch sent me.

You can trust me.

So tell me what happened
yesterday.

You got in a fight
with Mr. Lewis?

Yeah. On the street
outside the pub he favors.

Yes.

But I only punched him.

He walked away after.
It was... It was no murder.

Why the fight?

He owed me money.

And he wouldn't pay?

Well, he said he didn't have
any money.

He shoved me,
said he didn't owe me a thing.

That's when I hit him.

Look, I-I know I made a mistake.

I couldn't help myself.

Well, I suppose that's why
the inspector here believes

you couldn't help yourself
later that night either.

Well, no.
That... That was hours later.

I had come to my senses by then.

So it was just a coincidence,
then?

Charlie Lewis getting beaten
to death in his apartment

hours after you had a fight
with him.

Nate insists he never visited
Mr. Lewis at his home.

And you believed him?

Even authenticity can be faked,
in my experience.

Indeed.

The newspaper said
there were witnesses.

Oh. Yes.

As much of the case file

as Robinson could manage
to copy out for us.

- I have their names.
- Very good.

Sir, this is Eugene Lough.

He lives across from our victim
there.

Mr. Lough.

I understand you saw a man
the night of the murder.

Oh, I didn't see anyone.

What I did is I heard an
argument in Charlie's apartment.

Voices.

Around midnight.

And then bangs and thuds.

And you didn't check in
on your neighbor?

To tell you the truth, arguments
were never anything new.

Charlie and his wife, Isabel,
had many quarrels.

His wife?
Do you know where she is?

Visiting her mother, I believe.

Then, after the bangs and thuds,

I heard a man escape
down the back stairs.

Uh, if you didn't see him,
how are you sure it was a man?

I heard the fight.

It was a man.

I was standing right here.

No one uses the back stairs,

so of course it attracted
my attention.

A man came out
of Mr. Lewis' back door

and ran right down there.

I got a good look at him.
Clear as day.

You all bachelors?

I am indeed.

If I may, sir,

what were you doing
in the alleyway at midnight?

I like to take my last pipe
of the night outside.

We have what they call
bachelor flats

to let at a reasonable rent to
good tenants such as yourself.

How did you see his face
if it was dark?

It is a ways away from here.

There's a lamp right there.

Besides, I've seen him since.

That other policeman
brought a man by this morning,

asked if I recognized him.

- And did you?
- You bet I did.

I could see right away
that he had the exact same man.

Could've knocked me over
they got him so fast.

Said his name was Desmond.

Oh. Do you have an address
for Isabel Lewis' mother?

I could find it for you.

And after that, I'll show you
our best apartment.

This is Charlie Lewis'
apartment.

No sign of forced entry.

McWorthy's theory
was that Mr. Lewis was ambushed

near the door.

So the blood spatter
would suggest.

Good Lord.

Ransacked belongings.

Perhaps Isabel Lewis came back
to get some of her things.

She heard her husband
approaching,

so she hid behind the door with
the fireplace poker in hand.

Possibly, but that's a lot
of speculation.

Why Mrs. Lewis
and not anyone else,

even your man Desmond?

Oh, hello.

"Dear Isabel..."

I don't know who that's from.

I have lots of old letters.

Maybe Charlie put them
in the fire.

When did you last see
your husband, Mrs. Lewis?

Not since Sunday.

We argued, and I...

I wanted to visit my mother.

This is all very hard on Isabel.

Charlie was a good husband.

He wanted to have children.

Such a tragedy.

He would've been
a terrible father.

Don't you see what he did to me?

What?
Charlie did that?

Yes, Mother.

Uh, right, then.

Mrs. Lewis, where were you
at about midnight of last night?

I was here, asleep.

And is that something
your mother could corroborate?

Of course I'm sure my Isabel
is telling the truth,

but strictly speaking, I can't.

It's all right, Mother.

You see, I was out nursing
a sick neighbor all night.

Very good.

Um, just one moment.

Sir, are you quite all right?

Yes. Fine.

I'm going to check on Julia
at the morgue.

Perhaps...

Perhaps we should focus
on the silver lining.

What do you mean?

Well, we thought
it was an impossibility

for you to conceive.

We now know that it is possible.

And in time, perhaps you will be
able to try again.

Don't you think?

The doctor didn't say
you couldn't.

Has there been progress
with Nate's case?

We're doing the best we can.

I'm sure you are.

It seems the victim's marriage
was a troubled one,

the wife... mistreated.

Perhaps she decided
to fight back.

Was she at home
at the time of the murder?

No.

I don't... don't know.

Well, you have to find out,
William.

I can't have Nate and Rebecca's
fate on my head as well.

What do you mean, as well?

Julia?

Julia, you must know
this wasn't your fault.

Miss Hart.

Have you tested
Mr. Lewis' stomach contents?

Yes.

Uh, I found traces of chicken,
rice, and mung bean sprouts.

I thought perhaps the...
The victim ate Chinese food.

Yes.
I remember the man.

He's a regular customer.
Tai Po chicken.

Did he dine alone?

No.
He was with a woman.

Small lady, brown hair,
mark on her face.

Did they leave together?

Yes.

I remember he helped her out,
taking her arm.

A gentleman.

They walked off that way.

Is that right?

Thank you.

Isabel Lewis lied to us about
when she last saw her husband.

She's an entirely viable
suspect.

McWorthy should have looked
into her already.

Mrs. Lewis might be
unaccounted for, sir,

but McWorthy still has
two witnesses.

One of them a credible
eyewitness

who has made a positive
identification.

Let's see how credible
this eyewitness actually is.

Mr. Sanders, would you agree
that conditions tonight

are essentially the same
as the night of the murder?

Yes.
Exactly the same.

I could see Mr. Desmond because
of that light over there.

Right, then.

Did you get a good look at him?

Is the light the same as
the night that Mr. Lewis died?

Yes indeed.

Which of these men
did you just see?

Take your time.

It was him.

Your eyewitness is useless.

I beg your pardon.

More importantly, Mr. Lewis'
wife had motive to kill him,

and she lied to you
about her whereabouts that day.

I know all about the Chinese
restaurant, Detective Murdoch.

So you know that they were
together

less than an hour
before he was killed?

They walked out
of the restaurant together,

and then he put her in a cab.

Then she drove off,
leaving him there alone.

Mrs. Lewis could have
doubled back to their apartment

after getting into the cab.

You know, you're not
the only detective in the city.

I spoke to the cab driver.

He took Isabel all the way back
to her mother's home.

She had motive.

It doesn't matter
if she wasn't there.

Lewis was killed
when he got home.

She couldn't have made it
back there in time to kill him.

None of this proves that
Nate Desmond is your Killer.

What's this?

You think that's
the murder weapon?

It's perfectly clean.
Are there traces of blood on it?

Have you even checked it
for Nate Desmond's fingermarks?

Desmond's fingermarks
were nowhere at the crime scene.

He had these in his pocket
when we picked him up.

Face it, Murdoch.

Your friend's a murderer,
and he's gonna hang for it.

There's no shame
in getting it wrong.

You've got a lot on your mind.

I'm not wrong.

I've just yet to discover
what's right.

Look, as much as we
don't want to believe it,

it's possible that he has
the right suspect.

The wife.

The wife has an alibi.

Yes. Yes.
But she's involved.

You want to believe Nate
is innocent,

but what do you have to go on?

It's a significant coincidence,
don't you think,

that Mrs. Lewis met her husband
for a late dinner

the night he was killed?

I suppose you're looking for
her accomplice.

Yes. She could've hired someone,
solicited the help of a friend.

The mother.

The mother would know
who she would turn to.

Crabtree.

This is may be a goose chase
with a bad end.

Stay by his side.
Keep your eye on him.

Sir.
I will.

I didn't even see that he'd been
hurting her this whole time.

You see?
She was protecting me.

She's a good girl.

I haven't asked you about your
daughter's character, ma'am.

I asked you about
her precise movements

in the days leading up
to her husband's death.

Sir...

Ma'am, if you could please try
to think back.

The day of the murder,
did your daughter leave at all?

She never left the house.

If you do not tell us the truth,

we'll be forced to ask these
questions of your neighbors.

Would you like your neighbors to
know your daughter is suspected

- of a crime?
- No!

And, of course,
we won't have to do that

as long as you're telling us
the truth.

Tell us the truth.

What did your daughter do on
the day of her husband's murder?

Did she see any visitors?

She was afraid
to so much as answer the door.

Afraid he'd come for her,
I suppose.

And I didn't want to see what
was right in front of my eyes.

I had no sympathy for her.

Complained when I had to answer
the door for the telegram.

What telegram?
Who sent it?

I am trying to help my daughter
in her time of need,

and you're badgering me.

I don't know what the telegram
was about.

Who sent it?

Someone called Nate Desmond.

I'm sure it had nothing to do
with Charlie's death.

How do you know Isabel Lewis?

She's a friend of Aunt Hattie's.

My aunt's roof was leaking.

I knew Hattie needed help,

and I asked Charlie
to fix her roof for her.

He ended up cheating her,
and I felt very badly.

You told me Mr. Lewis
owed you money.

Charlie Lewis owed money
to my aunt.

She told me how to find
Charlie's wife.

Of course I wanted to help,

so I replied to Mr. Desmond's
telegram to say as much.

That's why you invited Mr. Lewis

to the Chinese restaurant
that night?

To ask him to repay
Mr. Desmond's aunt?

Yes.

And it worked.

Charlie wanted to make it up
to me after our last quarrel.

He wanted me to come home.

He was making all kinds
of promises.

So you see, Mr. Desmond had no
reason to hurt him, Detective.

I didn't know what came
of their meeting.

The police came for me
before I could find out.

But why would I go after him

if there was still a chance
she could fix it all up?

All right.

One other thing.

We found a letter to Isabel

in the fireplace
at Charlie Lewis' apartment.

What do you know about it?

I don't know anything
about any letters.

Why would I?

That letter could be anything.

Desmond says he doesn't know
a thing about it.

Well, I don't understand
why he would,

since he wasn't in the apartment
to begin with.

In which case...
He's not lying at all.

I don't disagree
with you, Doctor,

yet my impression
was that Mr. Desmond cared

very much about that letter.

Do we have a sample
of his handwriting?

Oh. William, surely
you don't think...

I thought of that.
I had him write this out.

Not exactly a match.

Well, it's similar.

That's not conclusive.

Sirs.

I've just spoken
to Nate Desmond's aunt.

A very nice woman.

Completely within her faculties
so far as I can tell.

Get to the point, Crabtree.

She said that she'd never heard
of Charlie or Isabel Lewis.

Nate lied?

He lied.

Well, I don't mean to state
the obvious,

but it seems like Nate and
Isabel were having an affair.

I can't believe that of him.

We don't want to believe it,

but the fact is he lied
about everything...

Why he fought
with Charlie Lewis,

why he contacted Isabel Lewis.

If the letter is from Nate,

it's possible Mr. Lewis
finds out about the affair.

The two of them fight, she
leaves to stay at her mother's.

The husband threatens to tell
Miss James about the affair.

Of course, that's the last thing
that Nate wants.

Right.

Mrs. Lewis arranges
to meet her husband

away from the apartment,
the Chinese restaurant.

She tells Nate.

He knows the apartment
will be empty.

He can goin
and destroy the letters.

That also creates opportunity.

Nate wants to protect
Isabel Lewis

from the man
who has been harming her,

so he waits... and kills him.

No.

He then burns the letters

to cover up any connection
to the crime.

You said the eyewitness
was wrong.

Well, I-I proved that he
couldn't be sure who he saw,

but that doesn't mean
he didn't see Nate Desmond.

Mr. Lewis' body is ready
to be released for burial.

I've stitched it up and sent
notification to his family.

I need to check
under the fingernails.

There could be traces
of the killer's skin.

We've done that already, Doctor.

Then I'll comb his hair out
again.

There may still be evidence
caught in it.

We've done that as well.

We've done everything we can.

Perhaps you should go home
and get...

Miss Hart, You're more than
welcome to go home if you like,

but I'm... I'm not done here.

I received your note.

I thought
you would want to know.

I'm sure this isn't the outcome
you were hoping for.

No.

No.
Indeed it wasn't.

I'm sorry to send you bad news.

I'm somewhat of a failure,
it seems.

Scientific endeavors
will entail failures.

Setbacks are to be expected.

In this case particularly.

I'm not sure I understand.

Given my complicated
medical history,

we might have anticipated
failure.

It's a wonder you allowed me
to proceed.

You made a strong case
for being a subject.

I was entirely biased.

You shouldn't have let me!

This experiment
is at the forefront...

Please stop talking about
the experiment.

This was my child.

I have done something wrong.

- I do apologize.
- Please leave.

If Nate took anything
from Mr. Lewis' apartment

or made note of anything...

There's nothing here, sir.

The lads have been over it
twice.

Just...

Third time's the charm.

If Isabel gave Nate
the key to her apartment,

it's proof that they conspired
to kill her husband.

Nate will surely hang.

He lied.

Sir, it's not your fault.

He came into my home,
asked me to save him,

and he lied to me.

Sir, none of us wanted to...

Well, that's over now.

He'll get what he deserves.

Everybody gets
what they deserve.

It would appear you were right
all along.

I apologize for any disrespect.

Good of you to own up, Murdoch.

And the additional evidence
will be helpful in court.

Dr. Ogden telephoned Rebecca.

She's coming from Chatham.

I didn't kill anyone.

You did the right thing,
Murdoch.

Julia.

Rebecca.

I'm sorry to see you again under
these circumstances, Dr. James.

It's Dr. Desmond now, Inspector.

And I must admit,
I'm having trouble understanding

what exactly the circumstances
are.

A man has been killed.

And Nate is accused
of his murder?

We suspect he was involved
in a... conflict

with the husband
of a woman he knows.

You think Nate was having
an affair with this woman?

I can promise you you're wrong.

We did try to prove otherwise.

Your best hope now is
to get yourself a good lawyer.

I want to talk to Nate.

Of course.
I'll take you to him.

It's been a long day.
You should get some rest.

She seemed quite sure
that Nate wasn't unfaithful.

She likely wanted to hear it
from him

rather than take our word.

If she is right,
where does that leave us?

What other reason could he and
Mrs. Lewis have for colluding?

Something they feel
they can't tell us.

Isabel Lewis knows the truth.

I wasn't having an affair
with Mr. Desmond.

But we know that you were
colluding, Mrs. Lewis.

What was the reason?

If Mr. Desmond hasn't
told you himself, then I...

He will hang for this.

What could you possibly have
to say

that would make it any worse?

I have nothing to say
that can help him.

Do you know what you
and Mr. Desmond have done?

My wife has lost...

She is out of her sickbed
at work,

trying to help him.

I should be with her.

We should...

I need for all of this
to make sense,

and none of it makes any sense.

And you sit here and say

that you can't tell me
what is going on.

His wife is my doctor.

The handwriting in that letter
was similar to Nate's because...

you taught him to write.

Yes.

The letter to Isabel
was from you.

Yes, it was.

Rebecca Desmond is your doctor?

T-There's nothing wrong
with that.

You could have told us that
before.

No.

No one else
was supposed to know.

Only me, Dr. Desmond,
and the doctor who helped her.

It was a secret
between us three.

But then Charlie found
her letters,

and he was so sad about it,

and the only way he knew how
to be sad was with his fists.

Don't you see?

I absolutely couldn't tell
the police.

I gave Mr. Desmond the key,

but he was only supposed to
get rid of the letters.

I never thought
he would hurt Charlie.

You provided that woman
with an abortion?

Yes, I did.

How did you know what to do?

I consulted the textbooks.

Is this what you do now?

No.
That was the first time.

Mrs. Lewis came to me
looking for help.

She was in
an untenable situation.

Then her husband found out
about the procedure.

That's what started this mess.

When he found out,
he tried to blackmail Rebecca.

Yes.

He could have gone
to the police.

Indeed I could arrest you
right now.

- William, no.
- What happened next?

We didn't have the money
he wanted.

We wouldn't have given it to him
anyway if we did.

Rebecca would have lost
her medical license.

She could've gone to jail.

I had to protect my wife.

So you killed him?

I came to talk sense to him.

Then he told me
about the letters.

Having the proof, I knew
he wasn't gonna back down.

So you went to Isabel for help?

She gave you the key and got him
out of the apartment for you.

I went in.
I burned the letters.

When I heard Charlie
at the door,

I ran out the back window
and down the back stairs.

You fought with Mr. Lewis,
then you ran out.

A witness heard you.

It didn't happen that way,
Detective.

I know you have no reason
to believe me.

I am sorry I lied to you before.

But now that you know
about the abortion,

I can tell you the truth.

Once those letters were burned,
I'd done what I came to do.

I got the heck out of there.

Come with me.

Mr. Lough.
May we come in?

There was no altercation

before Nate Desmond ran
down the back stairs.

The murder occurred
after he left,

and you would have a good reason
to lie about that.

Because the fight was with you.

No.
It wasn't.

I heard them.

I heard a man.

These apartments are furnished,
aren't they, Mr. Lough?

Which means that you have
the exact same fire poker

that Mr. Lewis had.

And when you saw Nate run off,
you realized your opportunity.

That's... That's not...
I-I wouldn't.

When we examine this, we will
find human blood on it and...

...hair, it would appear.

I love Isabel.

I couldn't stand it...

...sitting around like a coward
while he hit her

and I did nothing.

I saw that man running.

I knew this was my chance

to stop Charlie hurting her
for good.

I'll get the bed ready for you.

No, William.
Let's talk first.

Is there something
you'd like to tell me, Julia?

You sound as if you believe
you already know.

You advised Rebecca to give
Isabel Lewis an abortion.

I did not.

Rebecca consulted with you
and provided the procedure.

Correct?

William, I...

I don't like your tone.

I'm not one of your suspects.

That procedure was at the center
of this case.

You withheld vital information
from me.

That's not true.

I didn't know
who the patient was.

I only made the connection today
when... when I saw Rebecca.

And you didn't tell me.

Well, it was a matter
of privilege.

Rebecca is your student,
not a patient.

There... There is no privilege.

You're right.
I... I was protecting her.

Because you thought
I would arrest her.

I'm afraid you still might.

It is a crime, Julia.

Well, it's a stupid law,
William.

It is a moral law,
one you advised her to break.

I did not tell her to perform
an abortion.

I told her to follow
her own conscience.

And I would tell her to do
the same a hundred times over!

Meaning you have no moral
misgivings on the subject.

That's right!
That's exactly what I told her!

You told her
that there is nothing immoral

about ending
an innocent child's life,

that it doesn't matter
if it lives or dies,

that it isn't a child
if it isn't born yet?

William...

...this isn't about the case.
This is about our child.

This is about your actions.

We both wanted that baby,
William.

You...
You know how much I wanted her.

Do you really believe
that God is punishing us

for Isabel's abortion?

You're getting worked up.

Do you think
that He's punishing us

for the abortion I had
years ago?

Get out.

If that's
what you really believe,

then you should just get out!