All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S19E08

- It's a high-profile case.

Crimes against the wealthy
often degrade the courtroom

with public spectacle.

It's essential that we convict

the suspect expediently.

- I will apply the full measure
of my abilities

toward that goal.

- You're familiar with
the circumstances

of Marco Seraphim's murder?

- Of course.
It's in all the papers.

It occurred during some sort
of fashion parade?

- Yes. An event to promote
Angelic Raiments' new line.

According to Valeria Seraphim,

all the top fashion buyers
were there.

(applause)

(Lilibeth): Angelic Raiments'
exquisite new line

is available in many
shades and sizes.

(Roman): Angelic Raiments has
become Canada's most successful

clothing company,

thanks to our father's creation,
the Sewmatron.

- Gone are the days when you had
to wait for a custom fitting.

Father believes that fashion
should be ready-to-wear,

right off the rack
at your local mercantile.

(applause)

Where is he?

- No idea.

- I'll find him. Just stand
here and keep smiling.

Thank you for coming.
Lovely to see you.

(Burke): And that's when
the victim's daughter

caught the accused standing
over her father's body

with the murder weapon
in her hand.

- The accused
is his housekeeper?

- It is hard to find
good help these days.

- Allow me to introduce
the city's newest

Deputy Crown Attorney,
Roy Davenport.

- Deputy Crown Attorney?

I thought I was next in line
for that position.

- You were in line,
just not first.

Mr. Davenport is quite
the prodigy.

Roy, this is Effie Newsome.

- Assistant Crown Attorney
Effie Newsome.

- Charmed, I'm sure.

- Mr. Davenport will be
prosecuting the case.

- Oh. I assumed that I--

- Well, the accused, Joan Lewis,

could not afford
a defence lawyer.

You have been assigned
to provide her that service.

Your task is to guide Mrs. Lewis

through the process
of gracious capitulation.

- My job is to lose.

- Well, your client was
literally caught red-handed.

- Yes. Mrs. Lewis
had clear motive.

She had been fired for stealing
earlier that day.

But, by pleading guilty,

Mrs. Lewis may be spared
the death sentence.

We've spoken to her about this.

You just need to offer
your reassurance.

- Don't worry.

It shouldn't be
terribly difficult.

(soft intriguing music)

(horse neighing)

- Joan Lewis,

it is charged that
on the tenth day of this month,

in the city of Toronto,
you willfully and with malice

aforethought did murder
Marco Seraphim. Please rise.

How do you plead?

- It's all right.
Just do as we discussed.

- I'm innocent.

(crowd gasping)
I didn't kill anyone!

(tense music)

(theme music)

- Anything of interest?
- Uh, just the usual litany

of scandal and disaster.
But there is this.

- "Joan Lewis pleads
not guilty."

- Interesting.
- Why's that?

- Look who's defending her,
Effie Newsome.

- Miss Newsome. Doesn't
she work for the Crown?

- It's not an unusual practice.

If a defendant cannot afford
a lawyer,

the court appoints one.

- From the office
that's prosecuting her?

Is-is that fair?

- I never said it was fair.

I said it was usual.
They are not the same thing.

Detective! Welcome home!

How was England?

- Wet.

- I should have been
more specific.

How was your family?

- Oh. Wonderful, wonderful.

Both Julia and Susanna
are doing so well.

- Oh, good to know.

- What's been happening here?

- As the Detective says,

the usual litany
of scandal and disaster.

- And it appears
that Effie Newsome

has a trick up her sleeve.

(soft tense music)

(bell chiming)

- Apologies, Mr. Burke.
I had no reason to believe

my client would
change her plea.

- You didn't counsel her
to do so?

- What are you suggesting?

- Simply that this was attempt

as brinkmanship,
driven by jealousy.

- Jealousy? Over...?

- The fact I got
a job you wanted.

- I resent this accusation.

- Resent all you want.
I saw what happened.

- Enough.
Stop bickering, you two.

Miss Newsome, persuade your
client to change her plea.

- Respectfully, sir,

perhaps Miss Newsome
isn't up to the task.

- I know very well
what my task is.

It's to work in my client's
best interests.

(birds chirping)

(knocking)

(distant dog barking)

- Mr. Charles Vadney?

- Yes?

- I'm Miss Violet Hart.
I run the Starbright Club.

- Huh. I know who you are.

- Hm.
- What can I do for you?

- It's more about
what I can do for you.

I run a local group
of business owners

and we were very sorry
to hear about the fire

that destroyed
your stationery shop.

Do you intend to rebuild?

- Why?
- We have a fund that assists

local businesses
in times of hardship.

We'd like to offer you a loan.

- Is that so?
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I would prefer
to decline that offer.

- Oh, there's no interest
on the loan.

There's no cost to you.

(laughing)
- No cost?

I doubt that very much.
Good day, Miss Hart.

- Are you-are you sure?

- I told you I want nothing
to do with you

or your so-called
community group.

Good day!

(door slams)

- I couldn't bring myself
to lie.

- Then why did you agree
to plead guilty?

- They told me it would save me
from the noose,

made it seem like
there was no other way.

But I'd rather tell the truth
and take my chances.

- Well, your chances are slim.

The case against you
is damning.

You had motive
for killing Mr. Seraphim.

You were fired earlier that day.

- I was snooping, I admit.

But I wasn't stealing.

Mr. Seraphim caught me
in his office

and fired me right there.
- And then several hours later,

you were found standing
over his dead body.

I found him lying on the floor.

Those scissors were jammed
in his chest. I pulled them out.

- Why?

- I thought...

I don't know what I thought.
I could save him?

But his arms were stiff,

his eyes were clouded over,
and his face was ghostly white.

And then Miss Valeria walked in.

- What were you doing
in his office?

- I came to beg for my job back.

Miss, I know that people
like me

don't win against people
like the Seraphims,

but I want to try.

Will you help me?

Please.

- Station Three post-mortem
is rather light on details.

Time of death: "night."

It's as if they weren't
even trying.

- My client's guilt was presumed
from the start.

- Your client was found
with the murder weapon.

- She claims she pulled
the scissors from his chest

in a state of panic.

- There isn't much blood.
If there was a lapse of time

between death and the extraction
of the weapon,

there'd be coagulation.

- How much time?

- At least two hours.

Did your client note
the condition of the body?

- She described cloudy eyes,

pale skin and the rigidity
of his limbs.

- Corneal clouding
and rigor mortis

takes at least two to three
hours to develop.

Could Mrs. Lewis be
fabricating these details?

- Possibly.
But I doubt she's well-versed

in the intricacies
of post-mortem analysis.

- Hmm.

(tense music)

- Both the coroner
and the police reports

lack the stringency
one would expect.

My client's guilt
was a foregone conclusion.

- Because she was standing
in his office over his dead body

with the murder weapon
in her hand.

- Still, I feel as though
Mrs. Lewis

is telling me the truth.

- In my years of police work,
I've learned that criminals

can be cunning liars.

And although these reports
are substandard,

there is no evidence yet

that your client, Mrs. Lewis,
is anything but guilty.

- And my intuition tells me that
things are not as they seem.

- Perhaps this time we shouldn't

let our emotions
cloud our judgement.

- Detective...

when a man trusts a hunch,

nobody accuses him of letting
emotion cloud his judgement.

Why is it any different when
a woman trusts her intuition?

Hunch and intuition
are just different words

for the same thing.

- You have a point.

But you don't have a case.

(intriguing music)

(birds chirping)

- I have evidence that
Marco Seraphim was dead

for at least two hours before
Joan Lewis discovered his body.

- That makes sense.
Joan isn't capable of murder.

Or theft.
- Can you pinpoint Joan Lewis's

whereabouts in the hours before
your father's body was found?

- Normally at that time,
she's tending the laundry.

I recall I told her
she needn't bother,

considering how she'd been
so cruelly dismissed,

but she insisted.

- That's odd. Mrs. Lewis
said she was packing

her belongings at that time.

- She could have done both.

She's a very diligent worker.

Miss Newsome,

there is no way on earth
that Joan could have murdered

my father-in-law.
She wouldn't kill anyone.

- Are there others who had
grievances against Mr. Seraphim?

- Our family has been plagued by
various scandals over the years.

- What sorts of scandals?
- Private matters

which were exposed
for public consumption

by gloating vultures
who profit off the misfortunes

of the upper class.

- Who are these vultures?

- I'll have you know
that vultures are extremely

intelligent and resilient birds.

- I'm not sure calling you
a vulture was a compliment.

- Life's all about
perspective, Effie.

- Yes, and what
is your perspective

regarding the Seraphim family?

- Living proof that money
can't buy you happiness.

They have so much money
and so many problems,

which anonymous tipsters
have eagerly disclosed

to yours truly.

- Care to elaborate?

- I already have.
In numerous published exposés.

Let's see: I've amassed
a collection of stories

about the Seraphims,

starting with
their first-born son, David,

the boy on the logo.

- Oh, with the wings
and the halo? Adorable.

- And dead at six.
A tragic accident.

Seraphim made him the face
of the company.

- Oh. Well, anything else?

- Well, there was
the near bankruptcy

before the company transitioned
from couture to ready-to-wear.

- "Seraphim narrowly avoids
receivership."

- By the skin of his teeth
he did.

Add in some financial
malfeasance

and a sartorial
plagiarism lawsuit

against Valeria Seraphim's
clothing line.

- Sartorial plagiarism?

- Valeria was sued
for the copying of the design

of the hobble skirt,
a garment which,

true to its name,
hindered the ability

of the wearer to walk.

This led to a subsequent spate
of trip-and-fall

injury lawsuits.

Valeria's company went under

and her father...

refused to bail her out.

- Something's odd.

That sheath.

It's missing.

- The scissors had been
on display on the wall

in Seraphim's office?

- The murder weapon wasn't just
an average pair of scissors.

It was presented as
the Sterling Fashion Award.

Solid silver and housed
in a jeweled sheath.

- And yet this sheath
wasn't in evidence

in any of the crime scene
photographs.

- Nor mentioned
in the police report.

- Wasn't it on Mrs. Lewis?

- It has completely disappeared.

- And you have a theory.
- I do.

After stabbing Mr. Seraphim,

the real killer
fled the scene in a panic

not realizing they'd taken
the jeweled sheath with them.

- Do you have
any other suspects?

- Numerous people had motive
against Marco Seraphim.

- As did your client.

- Joan Lewis is simply
the scapegoat.

And this sheath didn't simply
vanish into thin air.

Mrs. Lewis's life
is in my hands.

But I can't save her
without your help.

- Right. First let's
narrow it down to everyone

who had both motive
and opportunity.

- Yes. Top of mind would be

Mr. Seraphim's disgruntled
daughter, Valeria Seraphim.

- Right. With numerous lawsuits
against her company,

she was forced into bankruptcy.

- She was publicly humiliated

and apparently
her wealthy father

refused to aid her
in her time of financial need.

- And she was likely due
an inheritance upon his death.

- Yes, the Seraphim children
were to divide his fortune.

I am due in court. Can I leave
this with you for now?

- Yes, go and defend
your client, Mrs. Lewis,

and I will have a word
with Valeria Seraphim.

- In conclusion,

I'll speak plainly:

the facts of this case
are simple.

Joan Lewis killed Marco Seraphim

in an act
of cold-blooded murder.

You must convict her.

(Judge Tewksbury): Miss Newsome,
your opening statement.

- The rush to judgment
is a vulgar instinct,

common in indolent minds.

Gentlemen of the jury,
I sense no such vulgarity

in you. Joan Lewis is a woman

with no history of violence,

who has not a single enemy,

who has never broken a law.

We owe Joan Lewis our stringent
scrutiny of the facts.

It is, quite simply,
a matter of life and death.

Joan's life.

(soft music)

(birds chirping)

- I'm glad you're casting
a wider net of suspects

for my father's murderer,
but what does it have to do

with that dreadful sartorial
plagiarism lawsuit?

- This is the hobble skirt
design that was in dispute?

- Yes. And it was
of my own design,

but the judge ruled against me.

- I take it there were also

injury lawsuits
against your company?

- Yes, quite a few.

Really, was it my fault
that a few women

didn't know how to wear
the garment?

One cannot stride
in a hobble skirt.

(Valeria scoffs)

- What did your father think?

- Oh, he insisted my boutique

shoulder the cost
of the lawsuit.

He said he helped me begin
my business,

and he wouldn't give me
a penny more.

- This must have angered you.

- I was made a laughingstock.

My own fashion line,
something I dreamed of

and worked hard for,
went bankrupt.

- I take it Marco Seraphim
wasn't the ideal father figure.

- Not to Roman and I.

He was infinitely fonder
of my late brother David.

But, of course, dead children

demand nothing
of their parents, so...

- Um...

What about yourself,
Miss Seraphim?

Where were you in the hours
leading up to the discovery

of your father's body?

- Really?
(scoffs)

My father was a selfish cad
who flaunted his wealth

and never gave a dime
to charity,

but is that any reason
to kill a man?

I-I suppose some people
may think so.

But if you're here
accusing me of murdering him,

I most certainly did not.

Everyone here can tell you

I was nowhere near
my father's study.

- Valeria Seraphim's whereabouts
have been confirmed.

She was overseeing
final preparations

for the evening's festivities
at the time in question.

- That could be a lie.

- It could also be the truth.

- Valeria is just one
of a number of suspects.

(phone ringing)

Effie Newsome's office.

(sighs)

- Just so you're aware,
I'm certainly under

no obligation to tell you this.

- Louise?
- Yes. Hello.

As I was saying, I'm under
no obligation to tell you this,

but as a matter
of professional courtesy,

I thought I should.

- Tell me what?
- I received another

anonymous tip that could
impact your case.

It'll be on the front page
tomorrow.

But I'm offering you
a chance to look at it first.

(upbeat jazz music playing)

- You're not listening to me.
- I don't owe you money.

- Jack is rotting
in the Don Jail

and I have children to feed.
I want my money!

- Is there a problem here?

- Just a misunderstanding.

I was busy and couldn't make
the withdrawal until today.

There you go, Mrs. Pritchett.

Twenty dollars.
See, I keep my word.

- You'd better. We have a deal.

(jazz music continues)

- What was that about?

- I promised Jack Pritchett
I'd look after his family

till he gets out of jail.

That means sacrificing
a bit of my pay, so be it.

- That's very charitable of you.

- Gotta support
the community, right?

(cheering, applause)

(intriguing music)

- Here's the handwritten
schematic.

You see,
it was drawn on stationery

from the Lancaster Tool
and Dye company.

- Which shut down in 1905.

- Veritable walking calendar
you are, Detective.

- This seems to indicate
that somebody other than

Marco Seraphim
designed the Sewmatron.

- Two years before
Seraphim registered the patent.

- Look. Seems as though
part of the page

has been torn away

and there are hints
of handwriting.

I think perhaps--
- A signature?

Someone sought to remove it.

What else can you tell us
about this, Miss Cherry?

- Apparently, it arrived
two weeks ago,

but my dim-witted assistant
failed to give it to me

until last night.

- Appears to be a blueprint
for a stitching device.

- Marco Seraphim built
his empire using this machine.

But this schematic is hand-drawn

and predates Mr. Seraphim's
patent by two years.

- Patent theft is not within
the criminal court's purview.

How does this support
your petition

for a seven-day
stay of trial?

- It doesn't.

Miss Newsome is grasping
at straws,

wasting the court's
precious time.

- The court's precious time
is best spent

in pursuit of the truth,

especially when the outcome
of these proceedings

could result
in a woman's execution.

Any suggestion that this process
be rushed is frankly offensive.

- I agree.

- So, in answer
to your earlier question,

if Marco Seraphim stole
the Sewmatron design, then--

- You're suggesting
that his murder

was retaliation for this theft.

It's a longshot,
but not an impossible one.

I'll give you a day.

- One day?

Your Honour, the investigation
of this crime

was clearly insufficient and--

- Don't push me, Miss Newsome.

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

(phones ringing)

- Llewellyn, a moment?

- Absolutely.
What can I do for you?

- There's a man, Jack Pritchett,
who's currently in custody.

- And?
- I was wondering if you could

find out why he's being held.

- Of course.

Anything else
you would care to share?

- Not at this time.

(indistinct chatter)

- Now, let me see here.

Yep. This was Lancaster
Tool & Dye stationery.

- Did you draw this?

- Nope, but I know who did.

Xander Bach.

- Xander Bach?
- Oh, that's definitely

Xander's work.

The fellow was a hard worker.

He... he kept that factory
spic and span,

but his mind was always
elsewhere.

Inventing things.

- The man who drew this
was your custodian?

- Wasn't educated, but he had
some interesting ideas.

Kept saying that his ship
would come in some day.

It never did.

- Do you know where
Mr. Bach lives currently?

- He doesn't live.

Took his own life back in,
uh, what was it? 1907.

- That's the year Marco Seraphim
patented the Sewmatron.

- Xander used to talk about
that Seraphim fellow.

Said he was gonna sell him
one of his inventions.

- Uh, do you know if Mr. Bach
has any surviving family?

- I recall he had a daughter.

Doted on her. Her name was--

- You wanted to see me.
- Thank you, Lilibeth.

This is Detective
William Murdoch.

- Toronto Constabulary.

Do you know why we're here?

- To talk about
my father-in-law.

- Not your father-in-law.
Your father.

(gentle music)

- I don't understand. My father?

- Yes. Xander Bach.

The man whose life's work
was stolen by Marco Seraphim.

Your father committed suicide

right around the time
that Marco Seraphim,

your father-in-law,
began manufacturing

with his newly patented
Sewmatron machine.

- My father had no connection
to the Seraphim family.

- Did you not know
that Mr. Seraphim

stole your father's design?

- No. If I did,

I doubt I would have
ever married into his family.

Are you insinuating
that I'm responsible

for my father-in-law's murder?

- We're just asking questions.

- I'm sorry, but...

those are lovely earrings?
Where did you get them?

- These?

They're from Digby
and Fontaine, near Yonge.

- I'm sorry. Would you, uh,
write that down for me?

Dainty.

- Very good, Miss Newsome.
We can now compare

Mrs. Seraphim's handwriting
to the envelope. Oh!

- What's the verdict?
- Uh...

Note they both have
non-ovoid O's.

And this matching extended cross
on the T's,

very distinct. It's a match.

- Lilibeth was the anonymous
source of the information

leaked about the Seraphims.
- She lied to us.

She knew her father's design
had been stolen by Seraphim.

- Looks like we've got ourselves
a new prime suspect.

- And I have an exclusive scoop.

I do, right? Tit for tat.

Tit for tat!

(scoffs)

- Jack Pritchett.

Convicted of arson
in the fire

that destroyed
Vadney Paper Goods.

What is it?

- I met with the proprietor
of that shop as part of my work

with local businesses.

Mr. Vadney seemed oddly hostile

at our offer to assist
in rebuilding.

In fact, he said he wanted
nothing to do with us at all.

- Is there something else,
Violet?

- Saw my bar manager,
Ephraim Currant,

give money
to Mr. Pritchett's wife.

He said it was a loan
to help the family out.

- And you don't believe him?

- Ephraim is not
the charitable type.

- Do you think Ephraim

could have something
to do with that fire?

- I hope not,
but it is possible.

- Well, I could arrange
a meeting with Mr. Pritchett.

- Thank you.

(tense music)

- This will have a huge impact
on the case against Joan Lewis.

- And the fact that
Lilibeth Seraphim

has actively been trying
to sully the reputation

of Marco Seraphim
is quite damning.

- Especially in tandem
with the fact that her father's

suicide provides a very
strong motive for murder.

- Detective Murdoch?

- Yes. And you are?

- Roman Seraphim.

Why are you questioning Lilibeth
regarding my father's murder?

And what is she doing here?

Are you in collusion
with Joan Lewis's attorney?

- There is no collusion,
Mr. Seraphim.

But Miss Newsome has uncovered

a considerable amount
of evidence

that redirects our suspicions
away from Mrs. Lewis

and onto your wife.

- That's impossible.

Why on earth would Lilibeth
want to kill my father?

- Have a seat, Mr. Seraphim.

Did you know that your father

stole the original design
for the Sewmatron machine?

- No.

What proof do you have of that?

- We found an earlier blueprint.

- Did you also know
that the person who made

the original design
for the Sewmatron machine

was your wife's father,
Xander Bach?

He committed suicide
not long after

your father stole from him.

- My wife's father?

I don't believe you.

- She confirmed it herself.

- There's also strong evidence

that she is the one
who has been leaking

sensitive information about
your family to the press.

- That's a lie!
- Sir, is there a problem?

- Roberts, please escort
Mr. Seraphim to a seat

out in the bullpen.

There is something
I'd like to continue

to discuss with Miss Newsome.

- Right this way, sir.

I'll see to it that you get
some tea so you can calm down.

- I think we need more evidence
to convince him.

And a jury.

- Perhaps it's time to take
a closer look

for that missing scissor sheath.

- Lilibeth Seraphim will be
out for the rest of the day.

We can have a look
around her room.

If she really killed
her father-in-law,

why would she keep any evidence?

- Perhaps she still had it
in her hand

when she ran out of the room,

forgot to place it
back on the wall.

- Seems sloppy.

- Yes, well, I've known killers

who've used the murder weapon

to carve up their family's
Sunday roast.

Oh!

(drawer rattling)

Locked.

Would you pass me
one of those hatpins?

Thank you.

(intriguing music)

(clears throat)

- Well...

seems like I may be defending
an innocent woman after all.

Exhibit A is the weapon used
in his murder, correct?

- Yes. That lady there
was found with it in her hand.

- Exhibit B is a photograph

which I ask the jurors
to examine.

Study it carefully.
You spot the scissors?

They may not be
immediately apparent.

They're covered in a jeweled,
sterling silver sheath

displayed on the wall
behind Marco Seraphim.

Now, Constable O'Malley,
it is your contention

that the accused removed
the scissors from the wall,

drove them into Marco Seraphim's
chest

and was apprehended
immediately afterwards

still holding the weapon.

- That's right.
- So, where's the sheath?

She had to have removed it

when she took the scissors
from the wall.

(murmuring)

- I...

We never located it.

- Did you search for it?

- Well, didn't need to.

We found the murderer
holding the murder weapon.

- Is that so?

Well, then why was this sheath
found in the possessions

of Lilibeth
and Roman Seraphim?

- This is highly irregular!

The prosecution
demands a recess.

(murmuring)

- I think that might be
a very good idea.

(tense music)

(jazz music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

You've got your hands
full this evening.

- Hm.
- Where's your bar manager?

- That's what I would like
to know.

Ephraim was supposed to be here
half an hour ago.

So, what are you ladies
celebrating this evening?

- Oh, Effie's merciless

thrashing of an insufferably
smug deputy attorney.

- Oh, merciless thrashing,
I see.

Well, I pity the man
and congratulate the woman.

- Thank you, Violet.

I wasn't seeking to humiliate
Mr. Davenport.

I was just trying to save
an innocent woman.

- Of course.

So, on the record,
Miss Newsome,

do you anticipate
your client's full exoneration?

- Given the preponderance
of evidence,

I expect that tomorrow,
Joan Lewis will be acquitted

and Lilibeth Seraphim
will be indicted.

- Effie, you've got
a telephone call.

(tense music)

- I don't understand.

You'll likely be released
in the morning.

This evidence exonerates you.

- No, it doesn't.

Miss Lilibeth didn't kill
Mr. Seraphim. I did.

And I'm ready to accept my fate.

- Earlier you insisted
on your innocence.

Why are you reversing
your stance now?

- Miss Lilibeth has always been
kind to me.

Can't bear to see her
punished for my crime.

- Then tell me
what really happened,

starting with the incident
in Mr. Seraphim's office

earlier that day.

- I was cleaning the office

and I saw an envelope
full of money, a lot of money.

Mr. Seraphim walked in

and caught me trying to hide it
amongst my cleaning supplies.

- And then?
- Then he fired me on the spot

and, well, I
knew I deserved it.

But I was stewing all day,

worrying about how I was going
to keep a roof over my head.

I came back and I begged him
for my job. He said no.

I picked up the scissors
and I stabbed him.

And then Miss Valeria walked in.

- You said
you picked up the scissors?

- That's right.

- Weren't they displayed
on the wall?

- I took them down to dust them.

- Oh. What happened
to the sheath?

- Sheath?

- They were housed in a sheath.

Made of silver?
Covered in jewels?

- I must have dropped it.

- It was found
in Lilibeth's room.

- I must have dropped it
in the laundry basket.

And somebody took it
to her room by mistake.

- Joan, I think
you're hiding something.

- You can think what you like.

Miss Lilibeth is innocent.

(soft tense music)

- Mrs. Lewis was about
to be released.

Why would she sacrifice herself
to protect Lilibeth Seraphim?

- It's as though she values
Mrs. Seraphim's life

more than her own.

- She has remarked upon

Lilibeth's kindness toward her

and I sense Mrs. Lewis
hasn't seen

much of that in her life.
- Oh, still,

that is tenuous motivation

to volunteer oneself
for the noose.

Are we sure these two don't have
a connection of some sort?

- It's possible.

- We need to speak
with Lilibeth.

- Let me, woman to woman.

- I have nothing to say to you.

You all but accused me
of murder.

- The murder weapon
was found in your bedroom.

- I didn't put it there.

- Well, it's all water
under the bridge now.

Joan Lewis has confessed
to the murder.

- She pled innocent,
did she not?

- It appears she's had
a change of heart.

She now admits to killing
Marco Seraphim.

You look troubled.

- Just doesn't seem possible.

Joan Lewis is kind,
she's gentle.

She's not capable
of such a heinous act.

- You don't know that.

She was a maid.
She was released from her job.

She was desperate--
- She wouldn't kill anyone.

- How do you know that?

- She's a good woman, she's--
- A murderer.

A woman who deserves
to be hanged.

- She does not.

She's trying to protect me.

She's my mother.

(soft tense music)

- Lilibeth Seraphim admitted

that she is Joan Lewis's
daughter.

They always knew that
Marco Seraphim

had stolen
the Sewmatron design,

so Lilibeth married
into the Seraphim family,

brought her mother
into the house as a maid

so that they could destroy
the Seraphims from the inside.

- Did Roman Seraphim
have any idea?

- None at all.

Though I do think that Lilibeth

did fall in love with him.

- But the mother and daughter
still wanted revenge.

That's strong motive.

- The timelines don't add up.

Both Joan and Lilibeth
have alibis

for the time of the murder.

- Does Crown Counsel know this?

- Yes, but all they want
is a conviction.

(suspenseful music)

- Jack Pritchett?
You have a visitor.

- Who's she?
- This is Miss Violet Hart.

She'd like a few words with you.

I'll return in five minutes.

- Heard a lot about you,
Miss Hart.

- You have?
- Oh yeah.

When Ephraim's bringing
the hammer down,

he tells folks,
"Miss Hart won't be happy

if she don't get her money."

Bad things happen
when you ain't happy,

so they pay up.

- I beg your pardon?

- You don't gotta play innocent
with me.

I admire your gumption.

But I didn't take the fall
for this

out of love for Ephraim.

I did it to support my family.
We have a deal.

He promised to pay well
and pay on time.

- Ephraim burned
the Vadney Paper shop.

- After Vadney refused to pay
for protection.

Don't play dumb. You know
exactly what's going on.

And if Ephraim don't make good
on his promise,

I'll tell every cop in the city
that you're scamming folks

while claiming
you're protecting them.

(tense music)

- Gentlemen of the jury,

you see before you

an envelope containing
50 Canadian dollars.

Marco Seraphim was murdered
after he caught his servant,

Joan Lewis, trying to steal
this generous donation,

which he had intended
for Sister Bernadette

of the Sisters of Faith Home
for the Infirm.

- My father was a selfish cad
who flaunted his wealth

and never gave a dime
to charity,

but is that any
reason to kill a man?

- Thank you.

The prosecution rests.

(birds chirping)

(engines rumbling)

- Hello. Pardon me.

I'm looking for
Sister Bernadette.

- Yes. Hello.
What can I do for you?

- Oh, I'm Detective
William Murdoch

of the Toronto Constabulary

and I was hoping to ask you

some questions
about Marco Seraphim.

- Yes. I heard of his death.

A shame.

- I'm curious how long
Mr. Seraphim

has been donating
to your organization.

- Donating. I don't understand.

- Oh. I was of the impression

that Mr. Seraphim
had been donating

to your cause regularly.

- Marco Seraphim didn't donate
any money to our home.

I had to twist his arm in order
to make him do what was right.

- Which was?

- Do you believe that Joan Lewis

could have committed
this heinous act

against the man
that employed her

for the past three years?

- I find it hard to believe

Mrs. Lewis killed my father,
but yes, I do.

There's no other explanation.

- Thank you.
The prosecution rests.

(Judge Tewksbury):
Miss Newsome?

- Mr. Seraphim,

on the day
of your father's murder,

you made a telephone call.

Would you please tell the jury
who the recipient was?

- I telephoned The Sisters
of Faith Home for the Infirm.

- The very institution for which
your father's envelope

of money was intended.

The defence contends
that what you learned

during that phone call
enraged you.

So much so that you erupted
into a fit of violence

and murdered your father.

- Objection! This accusation
is completely without merit

and should be retracted
from the record.

- Miss Newsome, can you give me
one good reason

why I shouldn't allow
the prosecution's request?

- Of course.

If the court clerk
could open the doors, please.

(crowd murmuring)

Let the record show that
Sister Bernadette

of the Sisters of Faith Home
for the Infirm

is entering the courtroom
accompanied by David--

- David.
- David Seraphim,

Marco Seraphim's allegedly
deceased heir.

- Roman, my brother?

Is it really you?

- Order. Order. Order!

Return to the witness stand,
Mr. Seraphim.

- Your reunion
will have to wait until

after you finish testifying.

The sooner we get to the truth--
- When my father accused

Joan of stealing, I spotted
the address on the envelope.

I was suspicious.

My father was not
a generous man.

I called the home.

I found out my brother...

has been alive all this time.

My father told us that David
died in that carriage accident.

Forgive me, David.

I didn't know.

- Marco Seraphim hid his son
away from the world

and capitalized on
his family's grief

by making David
the face of the company.

- Sister Bernadette had to
coerce my father

just to get enough money to give
David a comfortable life.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I've missed you so much.

- I thought you didn't
want me anymore.

I thought you'd
forgotten about me.

- Not for a second.

I was coming to get you
as soon as this was over.

- Is it over? Can we go home?

- Of course.

This ends now.

My father was a monster.

I killed him.

(all gasping)

I regret nothing.

(soft tense music)

- I owe you my deepest
apologies, Miss Newsome.

I should have trusted
your instincts.

You single-handedly saved
an innocent woman from hanging.

- Not quite single-handedly.

I had some help from
Detective Murdoch,

but your apology
is appreciated and accepted.

- Mr. Davenport,
you have anything to add?

- Only that I wish
I was assigned

the defence rather
than the prosecution.

- If you had been,

Mrs. Lewis would likely
have been convicted.

- No, I would have seen
that the--

- Grace is a virtue.

- Indeed.
Congratulations, Miss Newsome.

Now I suspect
you'll proceed to skewer me.

- Mm. I won the case.
That's enough.

- No, no. Go on. I insist.
Twist the knife.

- Oh, I will.
When the time is right.

(soft piano music)

- I don't understand
your objections.

Jack Pritchett is being
well paid for his sacrifice.

- You're taking advantage
of the very people

we should be helping.
And you burned a local business

to the ground! How is this
helping the community?

- Mr. Vadney refused to pay.

He was being disrespectful
towards you.

- Towards me? These acts
are yours alone, Ephraim.

I had nothing
to do with this.

- Wrong.
Ask any one of our clients.

You're the head
of this whole operation.

- That's a lie.
- Eh.

It depends on how
you frame it.

And you've been expertly framed,
Violet Hart.

Now that you've gone
and meddled with the Pritchetts,

you've dug your
grave even deeper.

Watch yourself, Violet.

If I go down, so will you.

(scoffs)
And, by the way,

Daphne Pritchett is expecting
another payment this weekend.

You can deliver it
yourself this time.

(tense music)

- Your victory in this case
was hard-earned.

You must be quite pleased.

- I admit, this case
was especially gratifying.

David Seraphim is finally home.

And realizing that much
of her family's wealth

was built on Xander Bach's
sewing machine design,

Valeria Seraphim is finally
seeing to it

that Joan and Lilibeth
reap the financial

rewards he was owed.

- But instead of being
reunited with his brother,

Roman now has to go to jail
for murder.

- Perhaps he won't serve
a long sentence.

Valeria did say
he will have the best

defence attorney money can buy.

- Oh, I'm not so sure
the best lawyer can be bought.

- Oh?

- Because she's currently

serving as the Assistant
Crown Attorney.

- Oh, you flatter me.

(chuckling)
- Perhaps.

But just how did you know

that Lilibeth
was Joan's daughter?

- Call it... women's intuition.

- Ah.
- And how did you realize

the importance of the address
on that envelope?

- Call it a hunch.

(soft intriguing music)

(theme music)

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