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Gabriel's Rapture: Part Two

I'll wait while you grab clean clothes.

I have to do laundry and work on my thesis.

Classes start on Monday.

It's freezing in here.

I don't want to leave without you.

The master bedroom is redone. You can...

You can come home with me and come back tomorrow.

I'm not ready.

What are you doing?

Keeping you warm.

I think it's broken, it's stuck.

Got that damn radiator to work.

Why'd you come back?

I'm not accustomed to sleeping without you.

In fact, I'm about ready to sell the condo.

You don't need pajamas.

Open your eyes.

I've missed making love with you.

It was as if one of my limbs was missing.

I missed you too.

I would never have pegged you as a cuddler, Professor Emerson.

I have become a great many things since you made me your lover.

Sometimes I wonder if you realize how much you've changed me.

You never told me what happened at Kinfolks Diner

the day before Christmas.

Natalie confronted me.

She wants me to say I lied about Simon.

And if I don't,

she said she'll release the photos of me and him.

I told her I'd expose her to the Post as the blackmailers they are.

Do you think she believed you?

Natalie wants out of Selinsgrove...

to be Simon's official girlfriend on his arm in Washington.

She isn't going to jeopardize that.

Doesn't she have all that now?

She's Simon's dirty little secret,

which is why it took me so long to figure out he was fucking her.

I'm sorry I didn't do more damage to his face when I had the chance.

You are my beautiful, sad,

sticky, little leaf.

I am sorry for all the tears I made you shed.

I hope one day you'll forgive me.

I'm concerned about the power differential

between you and Gabriel.

- Dr. Nakamura... - Nicole.

I love him,

and he makes me happy.

His strong, addictive personality

against your self-confidence concerns me.

You're placing your recovery in jeopardy

by continuing to drink alcohol.

I have that under control, Winston.

Couple that with your failure to attend Narcotics Anonymous meetings

and we have a major issue.

I'm not here for a lecture on how to live my life.

You're concerned about your life,

which is why you're here.

Then, I'll take my concerns elsewhere.

Professor Picton's making me scrap

two-thirds of a chapter because she says I'm offering

a romanticized version of Dante.

She makes me feel... stupid.

You should have seen me

the first time I was summoned to her house.

I was more nervous than the day I defended my dissertation.

I almost forgot to wear pants.

I can only imagine a pantless Professor Emerson

would be very well received.

Luckily, I didn't find out.

She said my strong work ethic

made up for my occasional lapses in reasoning.

That's high praise from her.

She thinks most people fail to reason at all.

Would it kill her to tell me that she liked my thesis?

She thinks positive feedback is... patronizing.

This is the way those pretentious Oxonians are.

- You aren't like that. - Oh, no, I am.

You've just simply forgotten.

You're sweet with me now.

I should hope so.

I have to go, but I'll be back in a minute.

Unless you'd rather join me.

Mm-mm.

Julia?

How are you?

I'm fine.

You look great. How was your Christmas?

Very good. Yours?

Good. Busy.

How are your classes?

Professor Picton's keeping me busy.

I'll bet she is.

Maybe we can, uh, get a coffee sometime next week

and you can tell me about it.

Maybe.

What happened to you?

What?

Oh. Nothing, I'm fine.

I know what nothing looks like, and that ain't nothing.

- Did your boyfriend do that? - Of course not!

Someone broke into my father's house during Thanksgiving and attacked me.

That's how I got this scar. I know it's hideous.

I'm having it removed.

A bite mark seems awful personal for a burglar?

If you need getting away from him, I can help.

I'm your friend, Rabbit. I care about you.

Let me help you before something worse happens.

I'm not a rabbit.

I don't mean anything by it...

I would have beaten that burglar to a pulp.

I'm not a damsel in distress, despite what you might think.

I never said you were,

but you deserve better than to be someone's punching bag.

I'd never treat you like that.

Uh...

I'm headed over to Yonge Street for dinner.

Would you like to join me?

Thanks. I've been out all day. I'm heading home.

I'll, uh, see you around.

Julia.

Be careful, okay?

Is something wrong?

You didn't come to bed.

Oh, um...

I'll come soon. I have a few things to do that can't wait.

Sweet dreams.

I didn't know where to put it.

I didn't want it in a drawer.

It's a beautiful frame.

I found it at Tiffany's.

Only you would buy a frame from Tiffany's.

I went there for quite a different purpose.

And did you find what you were looking for?

Absolutely.

But I found it long ago.

I wish I'd known you my whole life.

I wish everything had been different.

We're together now.

I would rather dig the Panama Canal with my fingernails

while suffering yellow fever

rather than give up my time just to maintain an office on campus

and attend faculty meetings.

We could arrange it so you wouldn't have to teach.

As the endowed chair of Dante Studies at Harvard,

all you would have to do is to deliver a few lectures each semester,

have a presence on campus, and supervise some doctoral students.

I don't want to move all my books.

We'll hire a moving company.

They'll mix them all up.

It'll take weeks to put them back together.

We'll hire special movers who are accustomed to moving libraries.

Moving companies cannot catalogue books.

Some of these books are irreplaceable.

I'll move your books personally.

Harvard sounds very accommodating,

but I'm not interested.

I want to talk about my graduate student Julianne Mitchell.

She deserves a lucrative fellowship beginning this fall.

I, uh, want to apologize for upsetting you last week.

I was just worried about you.

The incident in Selinsgrove was traumatic.

I'm trying to forget about it.

I hope we can still be friends.

Of course.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, um...

Christa's been asking why Professor Picton

is directing your thesis.

Not sure why she cares.

Professor Martin?

You have a letter from the dean.

Bye now.

- Hello. - Miss Mitchell?

Yes.

Greg Matthews calling from Harvard.

Look, I've got some great news.

We would like to offer you early acceptance

into Harvard's doctoral program in Romance Languages and Literatures.

- That's wonderful! - Conditional on satisfactory completion

of your Master's, of course.

Of course.

Based on letters of recommendation

and the enthusiastic endorsement of Professor Picton,

you shouldn't have any problem completing your degree.

Thank you so much, professor.

When do you need to know my decision back?

Uh, we'll need to know in seven days.

Thank you.

Harvard just called. They want me.

Conditional on my MA.

Love, J.

Congratulations, darling.

In a meeting. My place. One hour? G.

I have a surprise for you.

This was mine.

I want you to have it.

Mmm. Gorgeous.

This is quite an accomplishment.

I know you worked hard for it.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you.

But I haven't decided whether I'm gonna accept their offer or not.

What's to decide?

You'd be crazy not to accept it!

Didn't they offer you enough money?

You know I will cover the cost.

I can buy you an apartment near Harvard Square, for God's sake.

I don't want to be kept. I want to pay my own way.

Julianne, we will never be equals.

You are my better.

I have more vices and more money.

I refuse to share the vices, but the money is yours.

- Take it. - Money isn't the issue.

They offered me a generous fellowship,

which will be more than enough to cover my expenses.

I'm worried about what will happen to us if I go.

I don't want to lose you.

Why would you lose me?

Long distance relationships are difficult.

You're handsome.

Lots of women will try and take my place.

I'm not interested in lots of women. I'm interested in you.

I have applied for a sabbatical.

If that doesn't work, I could take a leave of absence.

It wouldn't hurt for me to spend a year at Harvard finishing my book.

I can't let you do that.

Your career is here.

Academics take sabbaticals all the time.

Unless you don't want me to go.

Of course, I want you to go with me!

Good.

I want to take you away.

As a celebration of love,

Harvard...

and many other things.

Would you like me take you to Belize for Valentine's weekend?

Yes!

- Gabriel! - Darling? You're early.

"A complaint has been filed against you in violation

of the University's Code of Behavior on Academic Matters"?

I'm to appear in person at the dean's office on February 19th

for a preliminary interview.

It says Professor Jeremy Martin will also be in attendance?

If I don't attend,

an investigation into the complaint begins automatically.

What's the Code of Behavior on Academic Matters?

It's the policy governing scholastic infraction.

Cheating, plagiarism, things of that nature.

Why would someone report me for academic fraud?

I have no idea.

Are you sure?

Of course!

You would think I kept this from you?

You've been keeping something from me.

That night you were working late in your office,

you were hiding what you were doing.

I was working on a job application.

Greg Matthews called me, and invited me to apply for an endowed chair.

They needed my portfolio right away, and...

preparing it took longer than I expected.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't want you to get your hopes up.

The chances of me getting that job are slim,

but I had to try.

I wish you'd told me.

I was imagining all kinds of things.

I thought you trusted me.

I do trust you.

It's the women around you I don't trust.

Do you have an idea what the complaint might be about?

What are the penalties for academic infractions?

It depends on the severity of the offense.

They can reprimand you.

They can give you a zero on an assignment or in a course.

In extreme circumstances, they can expel you.

That would mean no MA or Harvard.

- Would Paul do this? - No.

He wants to help me, not hurt me.

What about Christa?

Gabriel, what aren't you telling me?

I don't want to talk about it.

I warned you not to lie to me.

I should have been more specific and told you not to be evasive, either.

Don't leave.

Then tell me about Christa.

Christa Peterson...

Christa Peterson has accused me of sexual harassment.

What?

When did you find out?

- A few days ago. - A few days ago?!

How long were you gonna wait until you told me?

I didn't want to ruin our trip to Belize.

I was going to tell you as soon as we got back.

I thought we weren't keeping secrets from each other.

It wasn't a secret. I just wanted you to have a few days to relax.

That's it.

Why would Christa accuse you of sexual harassment?

She was harassing you!

I don't know the specifics.

What are we going to do?

We'll find you a lawyer.

And we'll see that both of these accusations are dealt with.

Swiftly.

I demand to know why I received a letter from you

requiring me to be interviewed at one of your Stalinist proceedings.

I need to ask you a few questions. It'll take ten minutes, tops,

- and then, you'll be on your way. - Nonsense!

It takes me ten minutes to walk down the front steps of my house.

I demand to know why I'm being summoned or I'm not coming.

A complaint has been made against Julia Mitchell.

Outrageous! What specifically is she being accused of?

Well, that's confidential.

I can explain it to you during our meeting.

- Have you met her? - No.

She is a hardworking female student.

And need I remind you, David,

that this is not the first successful female graduate student

that has been slagged in a university proceeding.

I'm quite aware of that.

There are related matters I'm not at liberty to discuss with you.

I am not lending any credence to a witch hunt

targeting my graduate student.

You might be exactly what we need to clear Miss Mitchell's name.

Oh, codswallop!

Professor Picton, are you refusing to answer my questions?

Are you hard of hearing,

or has your quest for administrative power

left you intellectually lazy?

I refuse to cooperate,

but I will be bringing this matter up

over dinner tonight at the President's house.

You have a feeding fetish.

I like to care for you.

Damn. Sorry for my mess.

You're killing me.

I seem to recall saying that to you once.

And you promised it would be a sweet death.

I should have said a sticky death.

Someone will see us.

Anyone who came by would only see you in silhouette.

And what a view.

See how we fit together?

We're a perfect match.

Here?

I don't want the sand to scratch your skin.

Saturday mornings were my favorite when I was a child.

- Why? - My mother was passed out,

so I could watch cartoons.

I used to make my own breakfast.

Cold cereal with Tang.

We ran out of milk frequently.

I'm sure a psychiatrist would have much to say

about the connection between my childhood

and my attachment to fine things.

Grace was more of a mother to me.

I regret not being with her when she died.

I didn't have the chance to say good-bye.

She knew how much you loved her.

My mother was neglectful and indifferent, but never cruel.

If meanness makes people ugly,

my mother must have been hideous.

I think your childhood was far more painful.

Once I became acquainted with Christa,

I thought that she was ugly.

Talk to me.

I don't like thinking about you and Christa together.

It's a mercy you saved me from her.

She's trying to end your career.

The truth will win out.

I hope she'll wash out of the program

and we'll both be rid of her.

I don't want her to flunk.

Then I'll be just as ugly as her,

taking pleasure in her misfortune.

You should have cursed her out when you had the chance.

I'm too old to call people names,

whether they deserve it or not.

Instead of standing around and talking about Christa's ugliness,

we should fight her with something stronger,

like charity.

People underestimate you.

It pains me when people fail to give you the respect you deserve.

Are you all right?

- Gabriel? - What?

I can't lose you.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I'm glad you came.

You're not gonna lose me if you fail to give me an orgasm now and then.

- It's embarrassing. - It's life.

I don't expect you to be perfect, in bed or out of it.

Bless you for that,

but that doesn't mean I shouldn't try.

Well...

if you insist.

Things seem different since we came back from Italy.

We have a lot to be grateful for.

We have each other.

I have Harvard.

Dr. Nicole has been helping me.

I feel like I'm finally putting the pieces back together.

Good.

Are you happy with the way we make love?

Of course.

You can't tell?

I can tell that I can please your body.

But your body is not your mind

or your heart.

Are you happy with the way we make love?

Yes, very much.

I feel the connection deepening.

And... I just wondered if you felt it too.

Sometimes, I think this is a dream.

Why are you asking me these things?

Where do you see yourself in the future?

I want to be a professor.

I want to be with you.

Wouldn't you rather be with...

a nice man who can give you children?

You can't ask me if I'm happy in one breath,

then push me away with the next.

No, I don't want to find a nice man

to have a child with.

I want to have a child with you.

Truthfully, I don't know if we'll ever get to the point

where we're healthy enough to open our home to a child.

But if we do,

I am sure we will find a little boy or girl

who is supposed to be our child.

Grace and Richard adopted you.

Unless you've decided you don't want that with me.

Of course, I want you.

I'm yours.

All of me.

I'm so glad we won't be separated next year.

The thought of losing you was torturous.

Come closer

so I can worship you.

Miss Mitchell.

That's something you can't do in front of the dean.

No matter what he says, you can't look away.

It makes you look guilty and weak.

Law is as much about psychology as it is precedent.

Tell me, what led you to the dean's letter?

I met Professor Emerson when I was 17.

Why did you sign the note?

You begged me to come after you.

To look for you in hell.

Well, that's exactly where I found you,

and you can stay there for all I care.

Beatrice.

I found you a new advisor.

Professor Katherine Picton is a friend of mine.

She's agreed to meet you.

Make me yours.

Have you ever had a sexual relationship with one of your professors before?

No!

Is it possible that he seduced you for his own amusement?

Of course not.

Gabriel loves me.

Good.

Well, good for you personally,

not so good depending on the complaint.

What do you mean?

If your relationship was consensual,

then the university can pursue disciplinary action

against the both of you.

If you were a victim,

then they'll only pursue him.

I'm not a victim.

We're in a relationship

and we waited until the semester was over

- before we became involved. - No, you didn't.

Excuse me?

You had an amorous relationship with him

beginning around the end of October.

You waited until the semester was over to sleep with him,

but given the way the non-fraternization policy is written,

you violated it.

Who knows about your relationship?

His family, my father, that's it.

Why would you think the complaint has something to do with Gabriel?

The academic conduct policy covers things like plagiarism.

I've met Dean Aras.

He doesn't waste his precious time on plagiarism cases.

Did anyone from the university see you and Gabriel together

during the semester?

Not so far as I know.

Although, we did go to a dance club with his sister back in September.

Being seen in his company in a public venue

was not the most intelligent choice.

But frankly, he bears more blame than you

because he should have known better.

I've had dealings with the university's judiciary before,

and I was fairly successful.

I will be successful in your case too.

Until this matter is settled, you and Emerson need to cool it.

Don't be seen in public together.

Don't talk about what we discuss.

If the complaint is about fraternization, he has his own counsel.

I don't want my defense of you compromised by pillow talk.

I'm not interested in being defended at his expense.

Any blame is shared equally between us.

John Green is Gabriel's attorney.

Why isn't John representing you if you and Gabriel are determined

to show a united front?

You need to prepare yourself in case he decides to throw you to the wolves.

That would never happen.

He loves me.

Love can be easily killed.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I think I'm coming down with a cold.

Professor Martin.

Is there anything I can do?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

You looked upset when Christa walked by.

I've been staying up late every night working on my thesis.

Professor Picton's very demanding.

She rejected several pages of my Purgatorio translation.

I've been redoing it and it just takes so long.

I could help. E-mail me your translations

before you send them to her so I can check them.

You're busy doing your own thing.

You're working on love and lust, and I'm working on pleasure.

Some of the translations overlap.

It would be good practice for me.

I'm not working on love and lust anymore.

Some of the translations will still overlap.

Just send what you have and I'll look at it, no problem.

Thank you.

The Chair sent out an e-mail about your admission to Harvard.

He said you won a pretty big fellowship.

I didn't get that e-mail.

Emerson made me post it on the bulletin board next to his office.

He's nothing but rude to you in his seminar

and now he's probably going to take credit for your admission to Harvard.

Asshole.

Can you share your concerns with Gabriel?

I can, but I don't want to upset him.

When you care about someone,

it's understandable that you'd want to protect them from pain.

On some occasions, that's appropriate,

but on others, you run the risk

of shouldering more than your share of responsibility.

Can you see where that might be a problem?

I don't like it when Gabriel keeps things from me.

I feel like a child.

I'd rather him share things than shut me out.

Have you discussed this with him?

I've told him that I want to be equals,

that I don't want to keep secrets.

Is it important for you that your relationship be reciprocal?

Yes.

Then, perhaps Gabriel would be willing to attend some joint sessions with us,

even though he's not coming in privately anymore.

Gabriel's not coming in anymore?

That was unprofessional of me.

I shouldn't speak about a client and their coun...

When did he stop seeing your husband?

I really can't say.

Um, we should speak about some ways

in which you can deal with stress before your meeting.

Are you having a romantic relationship

with Professor Gabriel Emerson?

Exactly what is the evidence for the complaint

and who is the complainant?

That's not how these meetings work. I ask the questions.

My client deserves to know the specifics of the complaint

before she answers any questions.

Otherwise, this is an unjust proceeding.

I have to agree with Miss Harandi.

Very well.

It is alleged that your client engaged in a sexual relationship

with one of her professors for the purpose of procuring academic favors.

And what are the alleged favors?

Professor Emerson gave a high mark to Miss Mitchell.

She was awarded the M.P. Emerson bursary

from an American foundation after she began the program,

and Katherine Picton was approached by Professor Emerson

to replace him as her thesis supervisor.

And who is the complainant?

Christa Peterson.

There's a sworn statement by an employee of a local club

who claims to possess security videos

showing personal interactions between Miss Mitchell and Professor Emerson

during the time she was his student.

If Miss Peterson has an issue with Professor Emerson,

she needs to pursue a complaint against him.

If your position is Miss Mitchell and Professor Emerson

engaged in a consensual relationship,

then I will make note of such a declaration

and we can dispense with the charade.

The only charade is the one that your office is performing,

in which you appear to be investigating an academic infraction

but are engaging in some kind of prurient sexual McCarthyism.

This meeting is over.

If you had taken a closer look at Miss Mitchell's academic file,

you would have seen a form signed by Professor Picton,

dated in October,

declaring that she was supervising Miss Mitchell's thesis

because Professor Emerson had a conflict of interest.

What kind of conflict of interest could there be,

other than an inappropriate relationship?

You sound as if you've already taken a position

on the complaint.

The complainant testifies that Professor Emerson and Miss Mitchell

engaged in a lover's quarrel during one of his seminars.

Shortly after that embarrassing display,

Professor Picton become her thesis advisor.

Quid pro quo.

Dr. Aras.

The complaint is malicious and false.

If the Provost decides to lay charges,

we will pursue other avenues of remedy against the complainant and this office.

Are you sure that this is the position you wish to take?

An argument of leniency could be made if you cooperate.

You've accused my client of sleeping with a professor

to gain a preferment.

I don't need to remind you of the laws regarding defamation of character.

We found ourselves in a similar situation last year.

We don't give in to threats.

We don't threaten, we adjudicate.

Since you refuse to answer my questions,

you're dismissed.

That meeting was a confederacy of dunces.

My advice is that you file a harassment complaint against Christa Peterson,

citing malicious intent.

I don't want to antagonize her.

What more could she do to you,

boil your bunny?

I don't know how she can file a complaint against me

when I have nothing to do with her.

She accused you of sleeping your way to the top

and your boyfriend of trying to make the same arrangement with her.

It's clever because she doesn't need her complaint to be successful

in order to take both of you out at the same time.

What do you mean?

She's forcing you into admitting

that the two of you had a relationship.

Then the university can hit you both with a fraternization charge.

Let me file a complaint against Christa.

All right.

File the complaint.

Gabriel!

You might need stitches.

I'm worried you've broken something.

You should go to the hospital.

I'll be fine.

I should've told you about Christa after you'd had a drink.

I'm too angry to drink.

What happened to you is my fault.

We knew the risks when we got involved.

I don't care what they do to me.

I don't care about my PhD or Harvard.

I can't lose you.

Not even hell could keep me away from you.

Are you going to tell me what happened with Professor Martin?

I'm not in the mood for a bath.

I feel like taking a crow bar to something.

That's why you need a bubble bath.

I need to preserve the walls of my apartment.

What about Professor Martin?

If Christa's complaint had stood alone,

he would have interviewed me.

Her complaint against you complicates things.

She claims I tried to initiate a relationship with her

and then punished her by rejecting her thesis proposal

and threatened to have her dismissed from the program.

She said after she spurned me, I made her life hell.

It's a lie! She was harassing you!

I said as much.

Jeremy told me I should have come to him immediately and filed a complaint.

Obviously, my claim isn't very credible at this point,

but there are a couple of things that Christa didn't take into consideration.

- Such as? - Her academic file.

Jeremy and I had two discussions about her poor progress last semester.

He was aware that she was struggling.

Notes of those discussions,

along with the copies of her work, are in her file.

Also, Paul was present during some of my interactions with her.

When Paul and I had coffee,

Christa was bragging about how she was going to seduce you.

And Paul heard her say this?

Yes. I guess the angel-fucker might turn out to be a guardian angel.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

It would be best if you didn't speak to Paul about this.

She was flirting with you and you scolded her.

I could tell Professor Martin that.

No, absolutely not.

The less said the better.

One of the first things Paul said to me

was that she wanted to become Mrs. Emerson.

He knew she was after you.

Jeremy asked me if we were involved,

and I said yes.

I told him that we didn't get involved until the Christmas break.

Did he believe you?

Well, he seemed to.

He said that he was obligated to report me to the dean

for failing to follow university policy.

Soraya's filing a complaint against Christa

arguing she targeted me maliciously.

Good. Maybe that will cause her to rethink her actions.

In my session with Nicole yesterday,

she mentioned that you weren't in therapy anymore.

In the grand scheme of things, can we table this for now?

Dr. Emerson, stop harassing me.

I don't want you anymore.

I don't even want to know you. If you don't leave me alone,

I'll be forced to file a harassment complaint against you.

I need a new thesis director.

Regards, Ms. Julia H. Mitchell.

P.S. I'll be returning the M.P. Emerson bursary.

- Have you checked your mail today? - No, why?

You and Julianne are being investigated

for engaging in an inappropriate relationship

while she was your student.

Fuck.

Christa has threatened the university with a lawsuit

that Julianne received preferential treatment

- because she slept with you. - That's preposterous!

The Provost's office has ordered the dean to form a committee

to investigate the allegations.

Both of you are being summoned to appear before them.

Just how much trouble are we in?

Because there are questions about the integrity of your marking,

the dean has suspended Julianne's grade.

Her transcript will be incomplete until the matter is resolved.

She won't be able to go to Harvard.

If the matter is resolved in her favor,

then they'll let the grade stand and backdate her graduation.

If Harvard catches wind of this,

they might withdraw the offer.

Then pray the matter is settled in time for both you.

If you're found guilty of academic fraud,

they can strip you of your tenure.

Why didn't you tell me you were dating her?

It wasn't anyone's business.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Gabriel!

You know the rules.

You kept your relationship secret, so now you look guilty.

Can I count on your support?

I'll do what I can, but it might not be much.

This was started by a disgruntled graduate student.

Before you get on a soapbox,

you violated university policy.

I also received a letter from the dean,

asking me about the M.P. Emerson bursary.

For your sake, I hope your fingerprints aren't on it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!

If you don't have a lawyer, my friend,

now would be the time to hire one.

I'll let myself out.

Gabriel, what are you...

Are you drunk? What happened?

I love you so much.

You can talk to me.

I am talking to you.

You're not listening.

Gabriel?

Julia.

Come.

Paul?

Julia? Are you all right?

Tell me it isn't...

Fuck's sakes.

Paul!

You know him?

He's a friend.

Do you know him?

Filed a complaint last year against one of my clients.

You were Professor Singer's attorney?

What have I gotten myself into?

Miss Mitchell. Professor Emerson.

This is Tara Chakravarty, who's Vice President of Diversity.

And Robert Mwangi, who is Vice President of Student Affairs.

Water?

During the course of our investigation,

several facts have emerged.

First, a public argument with personal overtones

took place between Miss Mitchell and Professor Emerson

during his seminar on October 28th.

Second, Professor Picton agreed to supervise

Miss Mitchell's thesis due to a conflict of interest.

And third, on December 10th,

Professor Emerson gave a lecture in Florence

accompanied by Miss Mitchell,

who he introduced as his fiancée.

These facts are substantiated in print with photographs

and corroborated by Professor Pacciani

who was present at the event.

Are you engaged in an amorous relationship with Miss Mitchell?

You've offered no evidence of any policy infractions.

All you've offered is a sketchy timeline and tabloid journalism from Italy.

I will not allow you to railroad my client.

If your client is innocent, then he should be able to answer my questions.

When did the relationship between you and your student start?

My client is not obligated to respond to speculation.

Perhaps, Miss Mitchell might feel differently.

Well, all right. Miss Mitchell?

I ask that you direct your questions to Professor Emerson.

We have nothing to say on the matter.

I wonder if either of you realize the outcome you are headed toward

if you continue in this manner.

Since relationships between professors and students cannot be consensual,

I move that we excuse Professor Emerson so we can interview Miss Mitchell.

This is a safe space.

There will be no reprisals because of anything you disclose to us.

If you've been a victim of sexual harassment,

we can help you.

I wasn't harassed by Professor Emerson.

Sit down.

We weren't involved while I was his student.

Our current relationship is consensual.

Thank you, Miss Mitchell.

So, the relationship was amorous.

When did you purchase the airline tickets to Italy,

knowing you would be traveling with Professor Emerson?

The tickets would have been reserved before December 8th,

placing the purchase date squarely within the semester.

Prior to his submission of your grade,

you must have had some conversation

about accompanying him to Italy.

That seems problematic for a professor-student relationship...

Dr. Aras, you're speculating.

Miss Harandi, I'm making a reasonable inference of a quid pro quo.

Moreover, I'm suggesting that your client perjured herself.

She said she wasn't involved with Professor Emerson during last semester.

Are we to believe that they magically became involved

at the end of the semester?

Miss Mitchell, I need to remind you of the penalties for perjury.

You were writing your thesis with Professor Emerson

until a month prior to your trip.

You were registered in his Dante seminar for the fall semester

and was awarded a mark of "A".

If you had dropped the class, we would not be here today.

But since you remained in the class, we have a problem.

The Registrar's Office reports it was Professor Emerson

who submitted your grade via the online grading system.

We have dated copies of those electronic documents.

Since we are just receiving these documents now,

I'd like a short recess so I can talk to my client.

Your client has already perjured herself.

I disagree. Miss Mitchell might be the victim of coercion.

Certainly, any perjury on her part would be excused

if she's the victim of harassment.

Professor Picton graded my work in the Dante seminar.

The committee is aware of the e-mail you sent to Professor Emerson,

in which you pleaded with him to stop harassing you.

It is completely out of order to surprise us with documents

that weren't mentioned in the letter you sent to my client.

This is not a trial. This is an investigatory hearing.

We are not bound by the rules of discovery, Mr. Green.

Professor Chakravarty, please continue.

I know you didn't file a sexual harassment complaint,

but it isn't too late to do so.

If you wish, we can have him dismissed from this room

- so we can discuss this. - My client denies any harassment.

If anybody should be investigated for harassment, it's Miss Peterson

who maliciously instigated this whole mess in the first place.

Miss Peterson will be held accountable for her actions.

Miss Mitchell, I'm interested in the e-mail exchange

in which you direct Professor Emerson to stop harassing you.

Can you tell us in which context that you made this statement?

We had a misunderstanding.

I should never have used that word. I didn't mean it.

There was no harassment.

That's why I didn't make a complaint.

I'd like to move that we suspend this hearing.

I have a lot of unanswered questions that I'd like to pose to the other witnesses.

And I'd like to interview Miss Mitchell in a less hostile environment.

She denies the allegations and hasn't filed a complaint against my client.

Under paragraph ten of the university's policy on sexual harassment,

she cannot be compelled to do so.

Can we just move on?

I am going to suspend this hearing.

You've been forthcoming, Miss Mitchell,

and I thank you for that.

You, Professor Emerson, have told us nothing.

Your lack of cooperation has left us no choice

but to go back and interview other witnesses.

I have questions I'd like to put to your department head.

This delay could take several weeks, depending upon...

Enough.

There's no need for a delay.

I'll cooperate.

Dr. Aras, can I have a moment to consult with my client?

I am willing to answer all your questions,

but not while Miss Mitchell is in the room.

Miss Harandi, Miss Mitchell,

you are dismissed for now.

Please, do not leave the building.

Our relationship was consensual.

I knew what I was doing and I don't regret it.

This isn't a tawdry affair. There was no harassment.

Thanks for joining us, Professor.

What's going on?

Professor Emerson has confessed to an amorous relationship

with Miss Mitchell while she was his student.

Miss Mitchell sent an e-mail to Professor Emerson

in which she accused him of harassment.

What can you tell us about that?

I know of no such harassment.

May I see the e-mail?

Since Miss Mitchell never reported the harassment,

I can only infer she changed her mind.

What's the connection between Professor Emerson and the bursary?

I'm the one who awarded it

based on the fact Miss Mitchell was the top master's student in our program.

You can speak to Tracy in Donor Services

about the charity that made the donation.

Since Professor Emerson was clearly in a position of power,

and more than one witness has testified that he was initially very harsh with her,

we don't believe their relationship was consensual.

We are inclined to excuse her perjury, since it was clearly under duress.

We will dismiss any allegations against her

unless you can think of some reason why we shouldn't.

I see no reason why Miss Mitchell should be punished, no.

We will encourage Miss Mitchell to file a harassment complaint,

but given the fact Professor Emerson has been forthcoming,

I'm not inclined to drag this matter out.

We're facing a lawsuit from another one of your students, Miss Peterson.

And Miss Mitchell has filed a harassment complaint against her.

We expect you to maintain a safe environment for students.

What's going on in your department, Jeremy?

I'm as surprised as you are, David.

I'm cognizant of your spotless record

and the reputation of your department.

I'd like to ask your input on what we should do in terms of consequences.

I'd like a word with Professor Emerson first.

I'll give you five minutes.

You should have kept your mouth shut.

And ruin Julianne's life? Never.

If you're dismissed, no university will touch you.

- Your career will be over. - I don't care.

I'm your friend,

and you made me look like an idiot

for allowing a predatory professor

to wreak havoc on two female grad students.

It's possible they'll investigate me

- for what I knew and when. - I'm sorry.

I'll tell them you knew nothing and take the consequences, Martin.

Don't give me that martyrdom bullshit.

You're hurting a lot of people in your quest to protect your conquest.

What do you think's gonna happen to her if they fire you?

- If they fire me, I'll sue them, Martin. - It'll be too late.

Once you're dismissed, Harvard will find out about it

and Julianne's MA will be tainted.

You'll ruin both our reputations.

I didn't realize this would have implications for you,

and I am sorry.

Help us.

Please.

You should have denied everything.

The dean would have dragged the investigation out

and the more likely details would be leaked.

I know.

It's a small academic community, Jeremy.

And you knew better than to fuck a student.

I didn't fuck her.

The hell you didn't.

All I have to do is convince the dean to be satisfied

with an ounce of your flesh rather than a pound.

I'll help, but we're doing this my way, you understand?

In light of Professor Emerson's testimony, you are excused.

We will inform the Registrar's Office that the grade assigned you were awarded

should be allowed to stand.

We will do our utmost to ensure that you are not victimized further.

I'm not a victim.

Gabriel, what's going on?

In light of his confession,

we are holding him accountable for his actions.

Including, seeing to your welfare.

My welfare is tied to him.

If he's going to be punished, then punish me too.

The university has a duty to protect its students

from being preyed upon by their supervisors.

Please, let us do our job.

Tell me what he said.

Give me a chance to respond.

He has admitted to engaging in a relationship with you

while you were his student.

Professor Picton has confirmed that she marked your work during his seminar

and supervised your thesis,

so we are inclined to be lenient with him.

He didn't hurt me.

He didn't hurt me. You have to believe me.

We will ask that you and all parties sign a confidentiality agreement

for your protection and for the integrity of these proceedings.

If you have any further difficulties, you are to inform Professor Martin.

Let's go before they change their minds.

Gabriel, what happened?

Do you know some secret that Gabriel might worry would come out?

Something extremely damaging?

Well, he was hiding some secret

or trading a confession

for leniency.

Gabriel!

You can't be seen with her.

Why did you tell them our relationship was inappropriate?

You were not sensible of your own distress.

What's that supposed to mean?!

It means he just saved your ass, that's what it means!

Take your finger out of her face or I'll separate it from your body, John.

Did they fire you?

No.

So, you get to keep your job, but you can't talk to me?

What about last night?

You promised me you'd never fuck me.

No words, no I love you?

Is that all it was to you, a good-bye fuck?

- I've never fucked you. - Who's the angel-fucker now?

There was no way I could watch you commit academic suicide.

I told you I'd go to hell to rescue you, and that's what I did.

And I'd do it again.

You don't get to make decisions for me!

This is my life, my dreams!

If I want to give them up, who the hell are you to take that from me?

You're supposed to love me, Gabriel.

You're supposed to support me when I decide to stand up for myself.

Instead, you cut a deal with them and dump me?

The dean will be walking through that door any minute.

- Come on. - So that's it?

They say it's over and it's over?

When have you ever followed the rules?!

I had no choice...

Heloise.

I thought my name was Beatrice.

Abelard abandoned Heloise

to save his job, so I guess the name is more than apt.

Abelard.

Read my sixth letter.

Paragraph four.

I'm not your student, Professor.

I won't be doing any reading assignments.

Gabriel?

Hello?

Gabriel?

Here.

No. My mother is always giving me handkerchiefs. I have dozens.

Can I help?

Gabriel's gone.

Yes, I ran into him while he was on his way out.

Didn't he tell you? I thought you were his, uh...

Not anymore.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you know where he went?

No. I'm afraid I didn't ask.

He was in quite a state.

He reeked of Scotch, and he was extremely cross.

Thanks. I'm sorry to bother you.

Oh, it's not a bother.

I'm guessing he didn't tell you he was leaving?

No.

I could deliver a message for you when he returns.

Tell him he broke my heart.

You'd better start looking for a new dissertation director.

What are you talking about?

You'll find out soon enough.

If Emerson drops me, he'll drop you too.

If he hasn't already.

I'm dropping him.

I'm transferring to Columbia in the fall.

Give my best to Julia.

What did you do to her?

She fucked with the wrong woman.

Stop contacting me.

It's over.

Who is it?

It's Paul. I came to check on you.

I have your mail.

Just let me see that you're all right and I'll go.

If you came to tell me how stupid I am, I don't think I can handle that right now.

I'm not here to make you feel bad.

I'm sorry for lying.

I have your mail from the department.

A couple of flyers and a textbook.

A textbook?

The textbook reps sometimes send textbooks to grad students.

Where should I put everything?

What kind of textbook?

It's not about Dante, is it?

No, it's...

Marriage in the Middle Ages: Love, Sex, and the Sacred.

Professor Picton's asked me

to make lots of changes to my thesis.

I've been working around the clock.

Let me take you to lunch, my treat.

I have so much work to do.

Is your thesis due tomorrow?

No. Professor Picton gave me a week's extension.

She knew I wouldn't be ready to turn it in

because of... everything.

We'll be back before you know it.

Why are you being so nice to me?

Because I'm from Vermont.

And because you need a friend.

I never stopped caring for you.

I need to get dressed.

He left me.

Don't you think that's a good thing?

No.

Geez, Julia, the guy seduced you for kicks, then dumped you.

- How much abuse do you want? - That's not how it was.

Have you seen him?

I ran into him after the hearing, outside of Professor Martin's office.

Do you know where he is?

In hell, I hope.

Martin sent an e-mail to the department

saying Emerson was on a leave of absence for the rest of the semester.

You probably saw it.

I guess he didn't say good-bye.

He sent an email and told me to stop contacting him.

That it was over.

Asshole.

He said I wasn't sensible of my own distress.

He stomps on your heart and then he has the balls to quote Hamlet?

And he misquoted it, the jackass.

I talked to Christa. She seemed happy Emerson was leaving.

- She referred to you. - She's always hated me.

I don't know what she's up to, but...

I'd watch your back.

She can't hurt me.

I've already lost what mattered most.

Hey, Julia!

What's up with Gabriel not answering his phone?

Things must be hot and heavy, otherwise he'd answer.

I've picked out the bridesmaid's dresses.

Dark red. Send me your measurements.

Guess what? I met Scott's girlfriend.

Her son is adorable. Call me.

Bridesmaid dress sounds great.

I'll send my measurements.

I'm glad you met Scott's girlfriend.

I haven't spoken to Gabriel.

I don't know where he is.

He left.

It's over. J.

I'm gonna kill him!

Why did you come home?

I lost something.

And you're trying to find it here?

What I lost is lost forever.

Do you have to leave?

Yes.

But not tonight.

Will you come back?

Our only hope is that you find you and me.

Look for me in hell.