The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s16e16 Episode Script

Evening edition, please.
Who are you?
Why are you following me?
Hello, Billy.
You don't recognize me?
I guess 30 years in
the pen changes a man.
Leo O'Rourke?
You betrayed me, Billy.
And now you're going to make it right.
I'll take a beer.
My friend here is buying.
- I'll have a spruce beer, thank you.
- Spruce beer.
Yeah.
Never could handle the strong stuff.
So, when did you get out?
Couple days back.
Mm.
Dreamt of that for 30 years.
Leo, why did you say
that I betrayed you?
So you thought I was guilty?
I was in the bunkhouse
when Ben Hawkins was killed.
I was asleep.
I woke up to the sound of screaming.
I didn't see you in the bunk.
That's what I remembered
and that's what I said.
Was just a street rat
from Africville, wasn't I?
Who better to pin the murder on?
All right, Leo.
Let's say this is true
and you didn't kill Ben.
- What do you want from me?
- Find his real killer.
It was 30 years ago.
I read your book.
It opened up my eyes to
what modern science can do.
Fingermarks. Uh, uh, blood analysis.
I didn't care much for Ben Hawkins,
but I want justice for the
last 30 years that I've lost.
I want my good name back.
It's a daunting task.
Will you do it?
I'm not even convinced
that he's innocent.
No?
Well,
if he is innocent,
there has been a tragic
miscarriage of justice.
And, in some way, however small,
I'm a participant in that.
You confirmed his guilt?
I didn't confirm his alibi.
I couldn't.
So what exactly happened?
It was a logging camp
north of Gravenhurst.
We'd been working hard for months.
That night, there was a party
to celebrate the end of logging season.
Everyone was drunk.
I was 18 years old.
Some women had come up from
the city to the logging camp.
None was more beautiful
than Marie La Jeunesse.
William Murdoch. You had
eyes for another woman.
Well uh, yes.
Marie had caught the eye of Ben Hawkins,
the logging camp owner's son.
Was she courting him?
No. It turned out Marie
only had eyes for Leo.
- A love triangle?
- Yes.
The boys fought later in
the evening at the dance.
It was witnessed by everyone.
So when Ben Hawkins was found dead
It was assumed that Leo had killed him.
Now, Leo claimed he was in the
bunkhouse at the time of the murder.
I was also, but all I heard was
screaming and shouting and and
I ran to the kitchen.
Ben had had his throat cut.
Blood spatter everywhere.
Leo was found down by the lake.
It was assumed that he was fleeing.
Was there a trial?
Leo pled guilty in
order to avoid the noose.
Well, a guilty man would have
no reason to pursue this now.
If he believes that modern
science could prove him innocent,
it could just as easily
confirm his guilt.
I suppose the crown would
still have all of the case file.
I've briefly reviewed the crown's
case that led to your conviction.
It it's mostly written statements,
sworn affidavits, and the bulk of them
speak of your fight with Ben
Hawkins earlier in the evening.
He provoked me.
No, that's not the point.
The two of you were in conflict
and that establishes your motive.
There's a note here
about blood being found on your boots.
It's chicken blood. You
can tell the difference.
I read that in your book.
But not 30 years later, you can't.
The physical evidence no longer exists.
The murder weapon was one
of your kitchen knives.
He was killed in a kitchen!
You made two contradictory statements.
The first one being
that you told police you couldn't sleep,
so you went for a walk.
Yes, it wasn't true.
I'd asked a woman to
meet me at midnight.
I didn't want to reveal
that for her sake.
Marie La Jeunesse?
She backed me up, but it didn't help.
They made it out like I'd
asked her to lie for me
so that I'd have an alibi.
You were seen running from
the kitchen to the lake
by a man who discovered
the body moments later.
Stanley Mead.
He was heading up and I was
heading down. But I wasn't running.
I was hurrying because I was late.
I was coming from the
bunkhouse, not the kitchen.
Both were accessed by the
same path, as I recall.
So his statement is correct.
I suppose.
Witnesses claim you were
preparing a boat to flee.
I thought that we might have a
boat ride, but I wasn't fleeing.
Billy, I stepped on you
as I climbed out of my bunk
and you hollered out.
I don't remember that.
I was drunk.
Just my bad luck you picked that night.
Leo, why did you plead
guilty if you ?
I was told I would hang otherwise.
I've lived with that
choice for all my best years
and I'm not sure how many I got left.
I don't want to go to my grave
with everybody thinking
that I'm a killer.
You believe me, don't you, Billy?
Please call me William.
After all
We are working on a case together.
Thank you, Detective.
- All right, then!
- You just wait 'til I get out!
I brought you a couple books
and your mum knitted you some socks.
That's about as much of a birthday
as you're going to get, I'm afraid.
I don't care about my birthday.
You're 21 now, son. You're a man.
I'm happy.
Happier than I've felt in a long time.
What's your secret?
And don't tell me it's the company
you keep, and it can't be the food.
Father Crowley has accepted my
petition to become a lay brother.
- A what?
- It means I'll be like a priest.
I won't be able to
perform the sacraments, but
- I can assist at mass.
- A priest?
I'll have to take the vows,
the same as the priests do.
- Which are?
- Chastity, poverty and obedience.
Chastity?
What about when you're released?
Chastity's fine now
but someday you're gonna
want to start a family.
The church is my family now.
Don't get me wrong. I love you,
Mother and John with all my heart,
but I need more.
I need to belong.
I'll see you next time, sir.
Stanley Mead.
Been a long time.
- You remember Leo.
- Leo O'Rourke.
- When'd they let you out?
- Couple days back.
Where you staying?
I got a room on Sumach Street.
They welcome old lags there.
What happened to your leg?
Got it caught in a log jammer.
- Billy here helped save my life.
- How's that?
Oh, I had to hold him
down on the kitchen table
while they amputated the leg.
- Still have nightmares about that.
- Ha! You have nightmares!
You didn't have your leg cut off.
Seems like you've done
pretty well for yourself.
Yeah. Donald Hawkins' been kind.
Set me up with that shop.
Hm.
Donald married Marie. Remember her?
When did that happen?
Soon after his brother's death.
She knew what she wanted, that one.
We reviewed your case
file, Mr. O'Rourke.
Unfortunately, no
post-mortem was conducted,
so we can't use anything from that.
Surely there must be something in
all the science that you wrote about.
Scientific analysis is only useful
if there is evidence to analyze.
But there was only
your boots and a knife.
Examining the crime scene
is very much a priority now,
but it wasn't then.
Fingermark evidence
wasn't in use at the time.
So you're saying that's it?
We're saying exculpatory
evidence may no longer exist.
I've been waiting 30 years for justice
and now you tell me not to bother.
We're doing our very best, considering.
Considering what?
Who I am and where I'm from?
Considering we don't yet know
for certain if you're innocent.
You all have a nice evening.
If he's guilty, he needed to hear that.
But if he's innocent, that's
the last thing he needed.
Leo!
Leo, are you all right?
Did you see who it was?
No. I turned on the
lights and then, bang.
The next thing I know, you
two are leaning over me.
The shooter must have gone out the back.
Do you know the other tenants?
- They're all former lags.
- This is a halfway house?
Yes. I have no enemies.
Not from prison, anyway.
As far as I know, only one person
knew you were released from prison.
Stanley.
Leo, have you had any
visitors since your release?
No.
The bullet hit muscle, so you'll live.
But you'll need to have it removed.
We need to get you to the hospital.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Which one of you is Father Crowley?
- That would be me.
- Ah.
- They told me I'd find you here.
- Thank you, Father.
I didn't realize priests
were so fond of handball.
Ah, it's healthy exercise
for the young seminarians.
And the not-so-young.
- How could I help you?
- I'm Thomas Brackenreid.
I believe you know my son.
Robert. That's right.
Could we have a word?
Of course. Let's uh, let's go this way.
I saw Bobby yesterday.
He told me that he's becoming a
What do you call it?
- A lay brother.
- Yes.
Yes. He actually wanted
to take holy orders,
but his homicide conviction
makes that impossible.
I don't think he's in
the right frame of mind
to make such an important decision.
He's a bit lost.
That's why he's seeking a home
where he'll always be welcome.
He already has a home with his parents.
Where was that home when he
was sent off to boarding school?
We didn't have much choice.
Bobby was starting to get in trouble.
He needed to be straightened out.
Hm. And how did that work out?
That was then and this is now.
And now Robert gets to choose.
Bobby wouldn't be doing this if
you weren't getting in his head.
Mm
Do you really think he needs this?
Let's let God decide.
- How do you propose ?
- We'll have ourselves a game.
Of handball?
I win, you leave Bobby alone.
You win, I back off.
Mm. Sounds like a Faustian bargain.
Sounds to me like you're
worried about losing.
All right.
You're on.
So, I shoot the man?
And then what
Run?
Why did you ask Leo
where he was staying?
Why wouldn't I?
Oh, it's part of my big
plan to murder the man.
Leo was released from
prison two days ago.
He came to the city, rented a
room and then came to see me.
You were the only other person
who knew where he was staying.
Well, I didn't know it was a big secret!
Did you tell anyone?
Donald Hawkins.
He called.
Checks in now and again.
I might have mentioned it to him.
Yes, can I help you?
I'm Detective William Murdoch.
Billy Murdoch!
My goodness.
It's been so long.
Marie.
- Still as lovely as I remember.
- Thank you.
But I doubt you've dropped by
just to give me compliments.
Well, you've no doubt heard
that Leo O'Rourke has
been released from prison?
Yes, I did hear that.
He has asked me to reinvestigate
Ben Hawkins' murder.
And you have agreed to help him?
There is sufficient doubt to
warrant taking a closer look.
And what brings you here?
Leo was shot last night at his lodgings.
Good heavens.
As I live and breathe, Billy Murdoch.
Our butler said that there was
a William Murdoch here to see me,
but I never dreamed
it could really be you.
Uh, Billy, you remember
Cyril, don't you?
- He worked in accounts.
- Of course. Mr. Philpott.
Billy. Pleased to make your
acquaintance once again.
Cyril's a lawyer now.
Smartest of the lot of us.
Billy is now a detective.
He says Leo O'Rourke has been shot.
Oh. Good.
- Dead, I hope.
- Wounded.
He's expected to recover.
- Did you apprehend the shooter?
- Not yet.
And that is why I'm here.
There you are, sir. Nice shot.
Father Crowley called to confirm
arrangements for your handball game.
It's just an exercise, Margaret.
You're playing the priest
for what? Bobby's soul?
If you must know, I'm
playing for his life.
Or for any chance that he'll
have one when he gets out of jail.
- But you'll lose!
- I beg your pardon, Mrs. Brackenreid,
- I've been watching him. He's quite good.
- Compared to what?
Some of the lads I play against.
- You play handball?
- Picked it up in prison.
Ah. Well, I hope for your sake, Thomas,
you play an old podge
who weighs 15 stone.
- I'm not 15 stone!
- More like 16.
I'm not, Crabtree.
Sir, I fancy your chances
more than your wife does,
but I don't think you can do it alone.
- What do you mean?
- I think you need a coach.
And you think that should be you?
- I should think there's no one better.
- Fair enough.
Right, then. If you're going
to win your son's soul back,
you're going to have to
face up to some harsh truths.
- Go on.
- You're out of shape.
Your last handball game was 30 years ago
and you are playing against
a leaner, stronger opponent.
Who, not to mention,
has God on his side.
Just 'cause he's a bloody priest?
Look, if you want your son back,
you're going to have to fight for it!
You're going to have to
fight like you've never fought
for anything in your life!
Are you ready for that?
- Yes.
- Yes, what?
- I'm going to fight.
- Say it like you mean it!
- I'm going to fight!
- Right, then.
Fifty press-ups. Right now!
You can't just tell me what to do.
Well, yes I can as your
coach! That's the whole
It's what we've just been through.
Fifty press-ups, sir. Please.
- Right then.
- One. Two.
Three. Four. Five.
- There you are.
- Seven.
You had a conversation with Stanley Mead
yesterday at about five P.M.
That's right. Uh, we're friends.
I try to look after the man.
Mm. Uh, no thank you.
He said he told you where
Leo had been staying.
Did he? Oh, right.
We spoke of Leo, of course.
Travesty that he was released.
Obviously, I wasn't pleased to hear it.
Leo was shot at 7:45.
Where were you at that time?
Last night I was in a meeting
with the company directors.
Is that usual?
A business meeting
on a Saturday evening?
We're in the midst of an acquisition.
When was this meeting called?
Why would that matter?
Was it scheduled in
advance or made in haste?
I suppose you could say in haste.
We'd received a reply to our offer
and then the meeting
was called forthwith.
- What time?
- About
5:30.
So the meeting was scheduled after
your conversation with Stanley Mead.
Are you suggesting that
I sent someone to kill Leo
and then called a meeting specifically
so that I would have an alibi?
Talk to the board members; This
is not some kind of charade.
Mm. You off, my dear?
Yes. I wanted to say goodnight.
I'm having dinner with some friends.
I'm afraid you are going to
need to cancel that engagement.
Yes, I did go to Leo's
lodging house last night.
But I didn't shoot him.
How did you know where he was staying?
I heard my husband
discussing it on the phone.
What time was this?
Six o'clock, or thereabouts.
Curious.
- Do you know who he was speaking with?
- No.
He hung up as I entered.
And is that when you decided
to pay Mr. O'Rourke a visit?
No.
I didn't think it through.
I just started walking.
All right. What time did
you arrive at Leo's room?
About 7:30.
The door was unlocked, so I went in.
Once inside, I suddenly
felt very foolish.
So why did you go?
I wanted to see him.
You don't believe he killed Ben Hawkins?
The man I knew
wasn't capable of such a thing.
What do you remember from that night?
Leo asked me to dance.
We'd been exchanging glances all night.
I knew Ben had intentions,
but he'd never declared
himself, so I was a free woman.
Ben had other ideas.
Ben started the fight between them?
Of course.
When Leo fought him, I was
A little bit thrilled by it.
But then Ben was dead
and I felt such shame.
What happened after the fight?
The rest of the night crawled by.
All I could think of was meeting Leo.
But just before the
clock struck midnight,
Donald pulled me onto the dance floor.
That's when I heard the shouting.
Help!
Help!
Did you hear that?
I ran into the kitchen and
Ben was dead.
Leo was found down by the wharf.
I didn't want to believe it.
But if it wasn't Leo, who did it?
Small calibre.
A .22, by the looks of it.
Marie La Jeunesse has stated that
She was here in your
lodgings last night.
Did you know about that?
No. Did she say why she came?
I assume it's because she
believes you're innocent.
You told her I didn't do it, right?
I thought it might be best
if you did that yourself.
Oh, that's enough, Crabtree.
My arms are shot. They're
like blocks of wood.
Make no wonder, sir.
You've let your conditioning
fall to an abysmal level.
In any case, we'll move on to legs.
We'll warm up with squats.
So, hands out front,
weight in your heels.
Down and then back up.
Really?
Ooh!
All the way, all the way down.
Oh, my back! Oh!
Oh, Murdoch!
Are you working on a case?
- Do you need a hand?
- No!
- What's all this?
- No!
Sir, the inspector is
in training for a
A fight for Bobby's very soul.
Oh.
Right.
Murdoch.
Murdoch.
Squats.
Hands out front,
weight in your heels
and all the way down.
Detective?
Mr. Hawkins' alibi is
confirmed by the board members.
Hm.
I suspected as much.
What about Stanley Mead?
He claimed he was home all night,
but no one could corroborate.
Is that so?
Perhaps Mr. Mead is a little
more mobile than he lets on.
- Come with me, Constable.
- Sir.
Sir, did you see that?
It's a kill shot. Impossible
to return. He is good.
Suppose so.
But his left side is
weaker than his right.
You'll want to play to his
left as much as you can.
- Got ya.
- But also, you have to play smart.
Look.
This is the wall.
He's here. You're here.
I'm the X.
Well, think of it as the English cross.
- He's the halo.
- Ah. Fair enough.
Now, if the referee is standing here
and you move here,
you'll obstruct his view.
It can look like the priest
is obstructing your shot.
It's called an avoidable hinder.
You want me to force a hinder.
Just make it look like
he got in your way.
Is this what you do when you play?
Prison rules, sir. If you
want to win, you'll use them.
Not for me, Crabtree. I
have to play this straight.
This game is going to be played
under the watchful eyes of God.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Sir
I followed the path all
the way down to the alley.
Find anything?
There are plenty of shoe prints,
but nothing made by a peg.
- You checked around the side?
- Side and back.
All right, Constable,
let's call it a night.
Oh, wait.
Oh
Evans, I want you to
bring in Cyril Philpott.
And while I'm questioning him,
search his home and office.
- Yes, sir. What am I searching for?
- A 22-calibre pistol.
If you find one, I need you to fire
a round into a barrel full of water
and then retrieve that bullet,
then bring it to me
along with the revolver.
Why?
Stick with me, Evans, and we might
just catch ourselves a killer.
Really, Billy?
It's Detective Murdoch.
There must be literally
dozens of men in this city
who smoke union sport cigars.
We've spoken with the
tobacconist directly.
And aside from you there are
only six other men in the city
who purchase these cigars.
None of them have any
connection to Leo O'Rourke.
And that does?
You found it in his room, I presume.
All covered in blood
with With my fingermarks.
You did find it in his room.
- Outside the building.
- Oh.
Where were you at 7:45
on the night before last?
From seven until
8:20, I was engaged in an acquisition.
With Hawkins Lumber.
This can be attested to by Dirk Wessler
from D.W. Lumber Supplies
and Donald Hawkins.
You weren't included
on the list of attendees
that was provided to
us by Donald Hawkins.
Were you with Mr. Wessler?
I I-I joined by telephone.
For a meeting?
One that lasted over an hour?
Well technology is a
marvellous thing, Detective.
And I assume all of the
board members will attest
that you were active and
engaged in the meeting?
Donald can.
Oh, I-I assume that he can.
That was the plan.
Are you suggesting
that I shot Leo O'Rourke
- while I was on the phone?
- No.
I'm suggesting you stepped
away from the phone,
shot Leo O'Rourke, then returned
and rejoined the meeting.
This is absurd.
Why would I shoot a man I barely know?
You might if you knew
that he and I had reopened
the Hawkins murder case.
This is about Ben?
I don't believe Leo killed Ben Hawkins.
Oh-oh?
So, not only am I being
accused of shooting Leo,
I'm being accused of killing Ben?
Based on, what what, a cigar?!
Remember,
an important factor in
determining guilt is motive.
Leo O'Rourke had one. I didn't.
Another factor is alibi.
He didn't have one. I did.
Y-Yes and, uh, re-remind
me what that was again.
We were dancing when Ben was killed.
- We?
- Donald and I.
Marie was there; She can attest to it.
It should be in the statements.
Ah, yes.
We found this in Mr.
Philpott's desk drawer.
Excellent work, Constable.
It's a pistol. Wh wh-what of it?
It's your pistol, Mr. Philpott
and it has just fired this bullet.
Which is a match
for the bullet that
wounded Leo O'Rourke.
I have nothing more to say at this time.
Marie recalls dancing with Donald
at the time that the shouting began.
She also recalls Cyril being there,
but not dancing with him specifically.
Are you're suggesting that
Cyril Philpott slipped out
when no one was noticing and killed Ben?
It would only take a
moment to stab a man.
Yes, but
How would he know he would
be conveniently placed
so that he could kill him so quickly?
Perhaps he was already dead?
The timeline was established by Stanley.
He stated that there was
no body in the kitchen
at the time that he left,
shortly before midnight,
but then was there when
he returned shortly after.
And where would they
have hidden the body?
In the coal room.
It was right beside the
kitchen. It was kept locked.
It would only have taken a
moment for Cyril to drag the body
out into the kitchen
and to cut his neck.
And Donald Hawkins
was dancing with Marie,
meaning she couldn't meet up with
Leo and provide him with an alibi.
The perfect crime.
Only that's not how
it happened, William.
You said yourself there was
blood spatter everywhere.
If he was already dead,
there would be none.
His heart would have
already stopped pumping.
Of course. You're right.
Unless you're wrong about the spatter.
Think back, William.
- Is that what you saw?
- Well, yes, of course.
Th-there was blood on
the walls, on the table,
- my hands.
- Your hands?
Yes.
Did you touch the body?
No.
I had blood on my hands
when Stanley lost his leg,
not the night of the murder.
My God.
Have I conflated two memories?
Well, good luck.
I hate to give you credit, Crabtree,
- but I do actually feel stronger.
- Told you so.
He's younger and fitter.
Do you really think I can win?
Your son's future is at stake.
They might call him Father,
but you're the only real
father in this scenario.
You're going to win
this because you have to.
Come closer, gentlemen!
Please choose a number: One or two.
- Father?
- One.
One it is. Your service.
Zero serving zero.
Oh.
Has there been some
development in the case?
Possibly. Marie, could you please
describe once again for us
exactly what you saw that night?
It was horrifying.
I remember the blood.
The knife.
What I remember most is his eyes.
What about his eyes?
They were wide open.
He looked sort of surprised.
Maybe he'd seen the face of God.
I tried to close them, out of
respect, but they wouldn't close.
It was the strangest thing.
You tried to close them?
Yes. Was that wrong?
There's only one reason why one
wouldn't be able to
close a dead man's eyes.
Rigor mortis had already set in.
That means he must have died
at least two hours earlier.
What? How is that possible?
We believe Ben died hours earlier
and his body was placed inside the
locked coal room beside the kitchen.
It was then moved into the kitchen
only moments before being
discovered by Cyril Philpott.
My God.
Two hours earlier would put the
time of death at ten o'clock.
Immediately after the fight with Leo.
Who was Ben with at that
time? Cyril Philpott?
We know exactly who he was with
because of witness statements.
He wasn't with Cyril.
He was with Donald.
No.
Are you saying my husband killed Ben?
Marie?
What in God's name are
you people doing here?
Yeah! Well done, sir. Well done.
Point to Brackenreid.
Eighteen serving eighteen.
My word, George,
do you think he can actually win?
Well, who knows? I'm surprised
he's doing this well myself.
Oh!
- Oh, very nice!
- Oh.
Oh!
You and Cyril Philpott took
Ben outside after the fight
to calm him down. We know this
because of witness statements.
What of it?
We also know that Cyril was
seen elsewhere moments later.
But not you.
- You were still with Ben at ten P.M.
- Yes.
It was the last time I saw him.
It was the last time you saw Ben
because he died at ten P.M.
That's absurd.
Rigor mortis had already set in
when the body was found at midnight,
so he had to be dead
shortly after ten P.M.
Cyril was the one with the cool head.
He was the one who moved
the body out of the coal room
and into the kitchen.
He convinced you to
cover it up, didn't he?
Donald, is this true?
But you didn't stab
your brother, did you?
It was an argument.
A fight.
He was drunk, obstreperous.
Or perhaps it was an accident?
The knife was just to
frame Leo after the fact.
What really happened, Donald?
Did he hit his head?
It was over 30 years ago.
You can't prove a thing.
Now get out of my house.
But it's true, isn't it?
Marie, don't listen to a
word these people are saying.
I want a divorce.
Yeah, come on!
A hinder!
Bollocks.
He had plenty of room to make the shot.
I was obstructed. On purpose.
It only looks that way
'cause of where he's sitting.
My call stands; An avoidable hinder.
- Avoidable? He !
- No! George. No.
Serve goes to Father Crowley.
Twenty serving twenty!
You did that on purpose.
Mrs. Brackenreid, I can't even watch.
- It's too tense!
- Oh, there, there, George.
It's just handball.
Oh!
- Ah-ha!
- Well done, sir.
Brackenreid serves.
Next point decides the victor.
Yes!
- Woo-hoo!
- Kill shot!
Well done, sir. Great shot.
I knew you had it in you.
Thomas, I have to give you credit.
I didn't believe in you,
but you did it anyway!
Well, Inspector.
You won fair and square.
It's more than I can say for you.
You forced that hinder. I know you did.
You should be ashamed of
yourself. You're a bloody priest.
I apologize for that.
I'd underestimated you.
I just couldn't bear the
thought, letting Robert down.
I should never have made the wager.
I will, nevertheless, make good on it.
Well-played.
So, what are you going to tell Bobby?
The church is my family now.
I need more.
I need to belong.
Margaret, I need to be a proper father.
Father Crowley.
Do you have a moment?
I want you to keep seeing
Bobby if that's what he wants.
You were right.
We had no business making that wager.
It's his life, not mine.
And as it is with all of us,
he will do what the Lord directs.
- Kill shot!
- Kill shot!
Well done.
- We should go to the Ferret and celebrate.
- Yes!
Are you buying, Crabtree?
- Yes, sir.
- Come on, then.
Oh, well!
What will happen now?
Cyril Philpott will be charged
with your attempted murder.
But as long as he remains silent,
there is no physical evidence to prove
that he set you up for Ben's murder.
And what about Donald?
Without physical evidence,
a case can't be built.
So what about clearing my good name?
You can petition for a pardon.
But I doubt that the
conviction will be overturned
now that you have been released.
So after all of this
I got nothing?
Leo.
I'm terribly sorry about all of this.
But it doesn't seem we'll be able
to prove your husband did anything.
You provided all the proof I needed.
He won't be my husband much longer.
You once suggested we
meet for a midnight stroll.
- Is that offer still good?
- Yes.
So that was the infamous
Marie La Jeunesse.
I'd hardly describe her as infamous.
Famous, maybe.
So, how did it feel seeing a
former crush after all those years?
Odd.
I know it may sound strange,
but I still see her as
the age she was back then.
All of them, actually.
So, was the old flame reignited?
In a sense.
William!
Seeing her again reminded
me of just how lucky I am
that I waited until I met the woman
I was meant to be with.