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- 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)

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