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So did you learn
anything, Watson?

 

Yeah.

 

That you
fight dirty.

 

I fight
without mercy.

 

A habit you
should develop

 

if you hope
to defend yourself

 

against bigger,
stronger opponents.

 

Which may occur,
unless we limit ourselves

 

to investigating crimes
committed by small children

 

or large house cats.

 

Hello, Mistress.

 

What?

 

Hang up and
dial 911.

 

Ask that Captain
Thomas Gregson

 

be informed
of the call.

 

I'll be there
shortly.

 

Yes.

 

Okay.
Hurry along, Watson.

 

Dead body awaits.

 

Call came in
around 10:30.

 

New client looking
for light CP

 

and a little OTK.
Excuse me?

 

CP, corporal punishment.

 

OTK, over-the-knee spanking.

 

He said the door
would be unlocked.

 

I walked in,
and there he was.

 

Uh, he was like this
when you got here?

 

He had on the mask.

 

I gave him a few commands;
he didn't respond.

 

At first,
I thought he was stubborn.

 

Some slaves
are like that.

 

Then I whacked him

 

with this.
Still nothing.

 

I took off the mask
and saw that he...

 

he was dead.

 

And that's when
you called Holmes.

 

And you two know
each other how?

 

Mistress Felicia
and I got chatting

 

over an exhibition

 

of torture devices
throughout history.

 

Realized we had
a few friends in common.

 

We stayed in touch.

 

Okay. Our, uh, victim's
name is Titus Delancey.

 

Apparently,
he lives here,

 

and according to this,
he's the CEO

 

of APMG Financial
Consulting.

 

That'll pay for a few spankings.

 

Ms., uh, Felicia,
this is Detective Bell.

 

He'll be taking
your statement.

 

Beyond
Mistress Felicia's

 

impending arrival
causing this guy

 

to get so excited
that he had a heart attack,

 

I don't think
she killed him.

 

Statistically speaking,
it would fit.

 

Cardiac arrest,
most common cause of death

 

for men over 50.

 

Hmm.

 

There's no talcum powder.

 

Excuse me?

 

Putting on a latex
garment like this

 

is a bit like
putting on a swimsuit

 

that's two sizes too small
and already wet.

 

Talcum powder is
generally de rigueur.

 

While a man of
Mr. Delancey's girth

 

would not have been able
to put on this suit

 

without an assist.

 

So you're saying someone
helped him into it.

 

Note the blue line

 

around his lips.

 

Oh...

 

It's methemoglobinemia.

 

His blood cells
stopped holding oxygen.

 

It's usually a sign of

 

nitroglycerin overdose.

 

Nitroglycerin is prescribed
for heart problems.

 

If he was on it,
he may have overmedicated.

 

Well, if he's got meds,
they're probably upstairs.

 

Prescription or not,

 

accidental overdose
is unlikely.

 

A lethal dose for
a man of his size

 

would be, what,
eight to ten tablets?

 

That's a lot to consume
by mistake.

 

Bourbon.

 

Perfect vehicle
for masking

 

nitroglycerin's odor.

 

Hey.

 

That could be evidence.

 

Yes, yes,
yes, yes.

 

I've left
plenty of liquid

 

for the lab
to analyze.

 

I'm quite confident
they will confirm

 

my findings.
What findings?

 

Fire in the hole.

 

Nitroglycerin, definitely.

 

That man was poisoned.

 

¢Ü Elementary 2x04 ¢Ü
Poison Pen
Original Air Date on October 17, 2013

 

'Cause when
your night ends

 

with a dead guy
in a gimp suit,

 

why not start
your morning

 

with a live one
holding a bullwhip?

 

A thank-you gift from Mistress
Felicia for assisting her.

 

When I wasn't
practicing this morning,

 

I was pushing forward
with our case.

 

Detective Bell has spoken
with Titus Delancey's wife.

 

She and her two sons
are preparing

 

to move back from

 

the family's vacation
home in Bedford.

 

She swears that to the
best of her knowledge,

 

her husband was
not into S&M.

 

Uh... may I?

 

Yes. Please.

 

She's probably
telling the truth.

 

I mean, we were
all over that house

 

and there were
no other signs

 

of bondage gear
anywhere.

 

Which leads me
to believe

 

that the suit which
Mr. Delancey was found in

 

was brought there
by the poisoner.

 

And, most likely,
recently purchased,

 

given the shininess
of the latex.

 

So you think

 

that after the killer
poisoned Titus Delancey,

 

he shoved him into
a brand-new latex suit

 

and left him to be found
by a dominatrix?

 

He didn't just want
Delancey dead,

 

he wanted him humiliated.

 

A distinct possibility.

 

And answers are
within our grasp.

 

I have learned that
that particular brand of suit

 

is only sold in two sex shops
in Manhattan.

 

Happily for us,

 

though sadly for
submissives of size,

 

one of those stores carries
nothing bigger than a large,

 

which means
our victim's XXL suit

 

was purchased at an
establishment called

 

The Pleasure Parlor.

 

Mm. I guess I know where we'll
be heading this morning.

 

Excuse me.

 

Detective Bell,
NYPD.

 

My colleagues and I
are investigating

 

the murder of a man

 

found in a black latex
body suit, size double-XL.

 

We believe it was
purchased here.

 

We were hoping
you could give us

 

the names of customers who
bought one in the past month.

 

Sure.
Happy to help.

 

Just as soon as you come
back with a subpoena.

 

You heard the part
about this being

 

a murder investigation,
right?

 

You job is
to solve crimes.

 

Mine is to protect
my customers' privacy

 

from a police force

 

eager to demonize
the sexually adventurous.

 

No, I suppose we shouldn't be
surprised to find you

 

on a moral high horse.
You are wearing chaps.

 

Excuse me.

 

Is this your only
rack of latex suits?

 

Yes.

 

Oh. We gotta figure

 

that the killer touched
all of these

 

to find the right size,
so since we can't

 

get his name, we can at least
get his fingerprints.

 

We should just take the whole
rack down to the station,

 

dust for prints.

 

Excellent plan.

 

That's thousands
of dollars of merchandise.

 

You know you need
a subpoena

 

for those, too, right?
I do.

 

You guys call
the captain.

 

I'll wait here
for the subpoena,

 

wearing my badge,

 

greeting customers.

 

The only extra,
extra large sale

 

this month was
last night.

 

About 9:30.

 

I was here.

 

Guy definitely wasn't
shopping for himself.

 

He was a medium
at most.

 

Okay, we're gonna
need his name.

 

I don't have it.

 

He paid cash.

 

But he got it
from that ATM.

 

In case you're unsure what

 

you're looking at,
Mr. Jefferies, that's you,

 

at 9:38 last night.

 

And unless
your apartment

 

looks just like
a sex shop,

 

you were not,

 

as you claimed
a few minutes ago,

 

home watching TV.

 

I went for
a walk.

 

I forgot that I
stopped in there.

 

Apparently, that's not
all you forgot.

 

You bought a fetish suit

 

and shoved your boss
into it.

 

Probably right after
you poisoned him.

 

No, I did not,
I did not... poison Titus.

 

I already told you that.

 

Hey. You're in a lot of
trouble, Mr. Jefferies.

 

We can't help you if
you don't level with us.

 

Okay.

 

I did buy the fetish suit.

 

And I did put Titus in it.

 

But I did not kill him.

 

Titus and I were supposed
to have dinner last night.

 

I arrived at his house
around 8:45.

 

When he didn't
answer the door,

 

I went around back.

 

The patio door
was open,

 

and I saw Titus in the living room,
lying on the floor.

 

I went in, and when I got there,
he was already dead.

 

No pulse, no breathing.

 

I just assumed he'd
had a heart attack.

 

I swear to you,

 

I didn't know
he had been poisoned

 

until I heard about it
this morning on the news.

 

You're head of acquisitions
at APMG, correct?

 

So with Titus gone,

 

I'm sure you're
in the running for CEO?

 

Yes, I am.

 

But I didn't need
for Titus to die

 

in order for
that to happen.

 

A few weeks ago,
when Titus announced

 

that he was retiring
at the end of the year,

 

I was already on
the short list to replace him.

 

Then why put
the suit on him?

 

Why call
the dominatrix?

 

Okay, Titus's contract
guaranteed him

 

a huge retirement payout.

 

$125 million lump sum.
If he dies,

 

that money goes
to his family.

 

His contract also
contained a morals clause.

 

So you dressed him up
in bondage gear,

 

set him up
with a dominatrix,

 

all so that
the company could save

 

giving him a retirement bonus?

 

That's $125 million extra

 

in our coffers.

 

The year-end bonuses

 

would have
been huge.

 

Guys, okay,
if the charge here

 

is that I am
a greedy jerk

 

with really
questionable judgment,

 

then I'm guilty.

 

But I swear to you,
I'm not a murderer.

 

I just got off the phone
with the lab.

 

They confirm the nitroglycerin

 

in Titus Delancey's glass

 

but said the bottle
of bourbon was clean.

 

Which means whoever
poisoned him

 

was in the room
when he poured his drink.

 

The security guard
at APMG

 

puts Jefferies at the office
till about 8:00 p.m.,

 

which according to the M.E.
is when Delancey died.

 

So Mr. Jefferies
used his boss's corpse

 

as a dress-up doll

 

but didn't kill him.

 

Our poisoner is still at large.

 

I asked Delancey's wife
to let me know

 

when she and the boys
got back to Riverdale.

 

She says she'll be there in 20.

 

All right.

 

I talked to Titus
yesterday afternoon.

 

He-he didn't mention
any plans for the evening.

 

And you and the boys
stayed overnight in Bedford.

 

Yes.

 

We have a house there.

 

It was the nanny's night off.

 

So the three of us

 

just had a quiet evening
at home.

 

Mrs. Delancey,

 

can you think
of anyone

 

that might have wanted
to harm your husband?

 

I can't think of anyone
specific.

 

But Titus was
a very successful man.

 

That's not easy to pull off
without making some enemies.

 

Those poor boys.

 

They've been through this
once already.

 

Their mother died
of cancer five years ago.

 

When did you

 

and Mr. Delancey
get married?

 

About three years ago.

 

Peri?

 

Oh, God.
I got here

 

as quickly as I could.

 

I'm so sorry.

 

How are the boys?

 

Struggling.

 

Zack, especially.

 

This is
our nanny,

 

Anne Barker.

 

Uh, this is
Captain Gregson.

 

He and his
colleagues

 

are here investigating
what happened.

 

Oh. Anne.

 

Barker?
Yes.

 

Yes.
Sherlock Holmes.

 

Nice to
meet you.

 

I'm gonna check
on the boys, okay?

 

What's wrong?

 

Uh, a moment
outside, please.

 

Excuse us.

 

Do you remember
the Abigail Spencer case,

 

in the early '90s?

 

15-year-old Michigan girl.

 

She was accused of fatally
poisoning her father.

 

Yeah.
It was all over the papers.

 

Yeah.

 

Well, that also involved

 

a nitroglycerin overdose.

 

I followed the trial
quite closely.

 

I was fascinated by it.

 

I was 15 years old myself
at the time.

 

She was acquitted, right?

 

Yep, many people continued

 

to believe that she had,
indeed, killed her father.

 

She was scrutinized
by the media,

 

she was harassed, so one day,

 

she just packed up her stuff,
disappeared.

 

Presumably to start anew

 

somewhere else.

 

Never heard from again.

 

The woman we just met,
the nanny.

 

She was introduced
as Anne Barker,

 

but I'm quite certain
that her real name

 

is Abigail Spencer.

 

Uh, for the record, your current
legal name is Anne Barker,

 

but you were born
Abigail Spencer, correct?

 

Yes, I was born Abigail Spencer.

 

And back in 1991,

 

you were accused of murdering
your father with nitroglycerine.

 

Accused and acquitted.

 

Lot of people thought
you got away with murder.

 

Really? I had no idea.

 

Certainly not why
I changed my name.

 

Look, my dad was not a nice man,

 

okay?

 

He was cruel,
and he beat me.

 

So when he died,
I didn't weep or wail

 

or do any of those things

 

teenage girls apparently do
when their dad dies.

 

So everyone assumed
that I killed him.

 

Let's talk about Titus Delancey.

 

Okay.
Are you aware he was poisoned?

 

Yes, and to answer
your next question,

 

no, I didn't kill him.

 

Then why are you
sounding so defensive?

 

Because I'm being interrogated
by the police.

 

So I feel like being defensive
is sort of a natural reaction.

 

You don't find it
the least bit coincidental

 

that he was killed
with the exact poison

 

that killed your father?

 

No, I find it
extremely coincidental,

 

but I didn't do it.

 

Any idea who did?

 

I have no idea, okay?

 

I'm the nanny.

 

He and I weren't close.

 

We didn't spend a lot
of time together.

 

Where were you last night?

 

Home alone.

 

That's a lousy alibi, Abigail.

 

Yeah, well, if I knew
I needed one,

 

I would've
invited somebody over.

 

I keep to myself.

 

I have ever since
the trial.

 

Lost every friend you ever had,
didn't you?

 

The ones who thought
I was guilty were afraid of me.

 

And the ones who
knew I was innocent

 

couldn't be around me

 

without being in every paper
in the country.

 

The media ruined my life,

 

and now it's about to happen
all over again,

 

thanks to you.

 

After I ran away,

 

I got plastic surgery.

 

No one has recognized me

 

in 19 years.

 

How did you do it?

 

Your voice.

 

I just recognized it
from the media coverage.

 

Look,

 

I know you can't prove

 

that I had anything to do
with Mr. Delancey's death.

 

If you could've, you would've
arrested me back at the house.

 

So, if you don't have
any more questions,

 

I would like to leave please.

 

I've spent enough of my life

 

being accused
of things I didn't do.

 

Doesn't feel right,
letting her go.

 

I mean, you talk
about a solid suspect.

 

She was right; we don't
have enough evidence

 

to hold her yet.

 

I don't believe she did it.

 

You're the one
who pointed her out.

 

Her presence
at the Delancey home

 

was too remarkable to ignore,

 

but her haptics suggest
she's telling the truth.

 

Titus Delancey was killed
with nitroglycerine.

 

So was her dad;
that can't be a coincidence.

 

I agree,

 

but I think the similarities
are quite deliberate,

 

and I think
whoever poisoned Mr. Delancey

 

intends to frame Ms. Spencer.

 

That would mean
the killer knew who she was.

 

She said no one had
recognized her in 19 years.

 

As far as she knows.

 

So you want to
tell me how you knew

 

about her tattoo?

 

Beg your pardon?

 

Abigail's tattoo.

 

When you recognized
her today,

 

you said it was
because of her voice,

 

but I think it was
something more than that.

 

You fixated on the tattoo
on her wrist.

 

At first I thought
you remembered it

 

from a picture that was taken
during her trial, but then,

 

when I looked back at coverage,

 

Abigail did not have a tattoo.

 

So how could you
have recognized it?

 

Impressive, Watson.

 

Quite impressive.

 

You know,

 

the truth is
that Abigail Spencer and I

 

are old acquaintances,

 

after a fashion.

 

By the time I was 15,

 

I was fascinated by murder
and all things...

 

criminal.

 

Abigail was so beautiful,

 

and her father's fortune so vast

 

that the UK tabloids actually
deigned to cover the case.

 

Over time, they lost interest.

 

I did not.

 

I became fascinated
by the question of her guilt.

 

So I wrote to her.

 

A letter comprised
of very direct questions

 

about her life
and her father's death.

 

Hmm.

 

So she wrote back.

 

Yeah, we corresponded
throughout the trial

 

and for a while afterwards.

 

In one of her later missives,

 

she mentioned that she wanted
to get a tattoo

 

of a phoenix on her wrist.

 

A symbol of her rebirth

 

after her ordeal.

 

Why didn't she recognize
your name today?

 

I mean, Sherlock Holmes
is pretty hard to forget.

 

In my teenage years,

 

I was a lot less self-assured
than I am today.

 

I yearned
for a more typical name.

 

So for a while,
I attempted to be known

 

as Sean Holmes.

 

Didn't stick,

 

but Sean
and Abigail's correspondence

 

became a very real window
into the criminal mind.

 

Are you saying
that she confessed

 

to killing her father to you?

 

She never
directly addressed the issue.

 

Without knowing,
she revealed details,

 

which I believe,
filled in the holes

 

in the case against her.

 

As for her relationship
with her father,

 

well, she shared some things

 

which must have been
quite humiliating for her.

 

She left me in little doubt

 

that he was, indeed,
physically abusive

 

and that she was responsible
for his death.

 

Wow.

 

Sounds like
she really opened up to you.

 

She was an excellent
research subject.

 

She was very forthcoming,

 

attributable primarily
to her isolation at the time,

 

and my promise that
whatever she shared with me

 

would be kept
in the strictest confidence.

 

That doesn't sound
like you at all.

 

I mean, not telling anyone

 

that you'd figured out
that she was guilty?

 

Trial was over.

 

Double jeopardy protected her
from a second,

 

and I was quite confident
that although she had killed,

 

she was not a killer.

 

She posed no threat
to anyone other than her father.

 

Titus Delancey
might disagree.

 

Well, as I told you, I don't
believe Abigail's responsible.

 

You think she's being framed,
but how can you be so sure?

 

You are relying on a judgment
you made when you were 15.

 

Well, when I made it
is irrelevant.

 

What matters is I was right.

 

I believe

 

that when I have identified
the person

 

who has uncovered Abigail's
secret, we'll have our killer.

 

I don't know who let you in,

 

but you're not allowed
to be up here.

 

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

 

I work with the police.

 

We met yesterday.

 

Well, unless you have a warrant,

 

I don't want to talk
to you, either.

 

You used
to know me.

 

By another name.

 

Sean Holmes.

 

I don't understand.

 

You could have told me
yesterday.

 

Well, I confess to being
a little thrown when I saw you.

 

Also, I didn't know how

 

to explain our relationship
to my colleagues.

 

I never thought
this would happen.

 

I never thought
I would meet you.

 

I used

 

to look forward to receiving
your letters so much.

 

And I yours.

 

Peri fired me.

 

I didn't even get to say
good-bye to Graham or Zack.

 

I'm sure you've seen my friends
who are outside the building.

 

You could have pulled me aside
yesterday.

 

You could have kept this
between us.

 

I'm sorry... for any turmoil

 

I have caused you.

 

I supposed
I should apologize, too.

 

I'm the one who stopped writing.

 

I'm the one who disappeared
without saying good-bye.

 

I understood.

 

You needed
to leave Abigail behind.

 

So the phoenix might rise.

 

I came here today because
I-I don't believe

 

that you killed
Titus Delancey.

 

Nor do I think
it's a coincidence

 

that he was poisoned

 

with the same agent
used to kill your father.

 

I think someone
is taking advantage

 

of your proximity to the man
to get away with murder.

 

You think
someone's setting me up?

 

Has anyone
you know asked

 

any prying questions,

 

taken an excessive interest
in your past?

 

No one.

 

Something? Anything?

 

Last month,
I was running errands for Peri,

 

and I kept seeing
the same brown sedan

 

in the review mirror.
Following you?

 

I don't know.
I-I took down...

 

the license plate number
in my phone

 

just in case
it ever happened again, but...

 

it never did.

 

I should pass this along
to my colleagues.

 

That's it?

 

You show up after all these
years, and then you just leave?

 

This might be important.

 

I don't have anyone
I can talk to.

 

I can't leave
my apartment

 

without the press
eating me alive.

 

The letters that you used
to write me

 

got me through times like these,
and now you're here...

 

in person.

 

I'm afraid.

 

And I could really use
a friend right now.

 

- Hey.
- Hey.

 

So, we got a hit
on that license plate

 

Holmes gave us.
Abigail was being tailed

 

by a private investigator
out of Trenton.

 

We just talked to the guy.

 

Turns out he was hired
by none other

 

than Peri Delancey,
our victim's wife.

 

And according to the
PI, Peri was hoping

 

Titus was
having an affair.

 

It seems that in her prenup,

 

she was limited
to a very small amount

 

in the event
of a divorce,

 

unless she caught
him cheating.

 

So, she has the
PI check out

 

all the women in
her husband's life.

 

Including Abigail.

 

Yeah, and the thing is,

 

Titus wasn't sleeping
with anyone,

 

which put a damper
on Peri's divorce plans,

 

but, in the process,

 

the PI uncovered
Abigail's true identity.

 

Investigator turned over

 

his report a full
two weeks ago.

 

She doesn't tell anyone,
she doesn't fire Abigail.

 

She just keeps letting
a suspected poisoner

 

make sandwiches
for her stepkids.

 

Peri told us she was

 

at the Bedford house
with the boys the other night,

 

but once we spoke to them
on their own,

 

they said they were
watching TV in their rooms.

 

It wouldn't have been hard
for her to sneak out,

 

poison Titus, and make it back
before anyone noticed.

 

So it looks like
Sherlock was right;

 

Abigail was being framed.

 

My client is ready
to make a statement.

 

The night Titus died,
I met Dr. Phillip Malone

 

at the Campbell Bar
in Mount Kisco as 7:00 p.m.

 

Several members

 

of the staff can confirm
that I was there

 

most of the evening.
You and Dr. Malone

 

having an affair? Because if that's
the case, you didn't

 

need to bring
a lawyer with you.

 

That's not it.

 

As you would
eventually discover,

 

Dr. Malone has a prior arrest

 

for illegal distribution
of prescription meds.

 

My client is happy
to testify against Dr. Malone

 

if you'll agree not to bring
charges against her

 

in the death of her husband.

 

Well, if your client
has a solid alibi,

 

what would we
charge her with?

 

We'd like to avoid
an attempted murder charge.

 

Mrs. Delancey, what medication

 

did you purchase
from Dr. Malone?

 

Nitroglycerin.

 

Which you were planning
to use to kill your husband.

 

I was... considering it.

 

I figured if I went through with it,
I could call in an anonymous tip,

 

tell the police about
who Anne really was,

 

and she'd get the blame.

 

But to be clear...

 

it was just something
I thought about.

 

I don't think I ever could
have actually hurt Titus.

 

So your client's
statement is

 

that she couldn't
have killed her husband

 

because she was too busy
planning to kill her husband?

 

First time in my career

 

someone's alibi for murder
has been

 

that they were busy planning
the same murder.

 

If it weren't so frustrating,

 

it would be interesting.

 

Yeah, well, it worked out
for Peri Delancey.

 

Six months on drug charges
beats life in prison.

 

Why did you add a photograph
of the two Delancey kids?

 

Only one of them

 

is a suspect.

 

A short while ago,
I obtained a copy

 

of Mr. Delancey's estate plan.

 

Now that he's dead, a large part
of his fortune goes into trusts

 

for his sons;
millions of dollars

 

they will be able to access
as soon as they're 18.

 

That's only one year away
for Graham.

 

Also, the young man no longer
has an alibi.

 

Peri Delancey has admitted

 

she wasn't actually with
the boys that evening.

 

So Graham himself could
easily have snuck back home.

 

There's no evidence that he knew

 

about Abigail's history
as a poisoner.

 

The very topic I plan to discuss
when I confront him tomorrow.

 

Isn't tomorrow Titus Delancey's
memorial service?

 

Precisely.

 

You heard what
you just said, right?

 

You're planning
to harass a teenage boy

 

while he's mourning
his father?

 

If he's the poisoner, he won't
really be mourning, will he?

 

You know, the police think
Abigail is their best suspect?

 

I do. As I told you,
I do not share their suspicions.

 

That's because you were
in love with her.

 

What?!
Back when you were

 

a kid when you were writing her,
you fell in love with her.

 

You spent almost three hours
at her house today.

 

And in spite of what happened
with Peri Delancey,

 

no one thinks she's being framed
except for you.

 

I was quite young

 

when my father shipped me off
to boarding school, right?

 

I struggled. I was different
from my classmates.

 

I was, uh, well, I was more
intelligent. I-I was brash.

 

So they tormented me
mercilessly.

 

Yes, I remember you saying once
that you had been bullied,

 

but I wasn't sure
if you were telling the truth.

 

It happened. I overcame it.

 

It was a different
time back then.

 

There was no such thing
as harassment via text

 

or circulation of cruel
cell phone videos.

 

No, my bullies had one tool
at their disposal: violence.

 

So I was beaten.

 

Fairly savagely
and with great frequency.

 

That's when you started
writing Abigail.

 

Mm.

 

She was being abused
and so were you.

 

Uh, I meant what I said before.

 

My-my interest in her
was academic.

 

She was to be a subject
of study, nothing more.

 

I confess,
as our correspondence continued,

 

I grew more anticipatory
of her letters.

 

They were a welcome distraction
from my life.

 

They were an oasis from school.

 

Well, it certainly sounds like
you had feelings for her.

 

Perhaps but...

 

nothing so mundane as love.

 

I was adrift back then.
I had-had no purpose.

 

My so-called peers made me feel
that that might always be...

 

the case.

 

Abigail, she gave me a gift.

 

A view inside a mind capable
of murder.

 

So she was your first.

 

Killer, yeah.

 

Without intending
to, she...

 

she helped me understand
who I was and...

 

and what I might do
with my life.

 

You never told her you thought
she was guilty, did you?

 

I didn't want her
to stop writing.

 

I didn't think

 

she'd be a threat
to anyone else.

 

There was no point.

 

I get that.

 

But if she killed
Titus Delancey,

 

then she's got...
Then she'll be handed over

 

to the police
and she'll be punished.

 

But for now, I'd like to try
to help her.

 

Graham.

 

Hi.

 

I'm Joan. This is Sherlock.
We met the other day.

 

Yeah, you're the people
that took Anne away.

 

Of course I remember you.

 

How are you and, uh,
Zack holding up?

 

The past two days,
our dad was murdered,

 

our nanny was accused of the
crime and our stepmom confessed

 

to thinking
about killing him.

 

We're great.

 

I know
it's a lot.

 

Zack's pretty mixed up.

 

Especially about Peri.

 

He liked her a lot more
than I did.

 

But our Aunt Susan's here now.

 

She's-she's great.
She's taking care of us.

 

Were you aware
that your father's will

 

leaves you and your brother
a substantial amount of money?

 

Yeah, I guess. Never
really thought about it.

 

Why?
Financial gain has motivated

 

many a murderous endeavor.

 

Wait a second, are you saying
you think I killed my dad?

 

Your stepmother's confession
has weakened

 

your alibi.

 

We know that she
left your home

 

in Bedford the night
of the murder.

 

Your brother was in his
room watching television.

 

It would've been easy
enough for you...

 

No! No way.

 

Everyone knows it was Anne or
Abigail, whatever her name is.

 

She did it.
It's all in the papers.

 

Do you have any notion as to why

 

she would've murdered
your... father?

 

Unlike you,
she had nothing to gain.

 

No, but she and my dad
had issues.

 

We haven't heard that
from anyone else.

 

All I know is they got in a
big argument just last week.

 

And I can prove it.

 

Zack had learned
this new parkour move

 

and he wanted me to film him.
Then I realized my dad was

 

going off on Abigail in the hallway.
I got it all on my phone.

 

Where did you get this?

 

Graham.

 

Police technicians

 

were able to enhance
the audio

 

so we could discern some
of what Titus was saying.

 

As far as we can make out,

 

someone had attempted
to access his tablet

 

without his permission
and he was upset about it.

 

He was crazy that day.

 

He thought I'd tried to
steal it or something.

 

Had you?
No.

 

Of course not.

 

You should know that,
as we speak,

 

the police are attempting
to locate his tablet

 

at the Delancey home.

 

They're hopeful
that it will shed some light

 

on the investigation.
Why would it?

 

It's been theorized that...
Titus uncovered your secret,

 

that he had evidence
of it on his tablet

 

and his aim was using that
against you.

 

You're a beautiful woman.
He was in a bad marriage.

 

Perhaps he prevailed on you
for other services.

 

That's not true.

 

Mm? It was rather a heated
argument. And frankly, I'm...

 

curious as to why you never
mentioned it before.

 

I forgot about
it. He...

 

Titus apologized. He
said he o-overreacted.

 

It wasn't
a big deal.

 

You-you understand
that I'm trying to help you,

 

and I can't do that unless
you're completely honest with me.

 

Of course I'm being honest.

 

I've always been
honest with you.

 

Well, we both know
that's not true.

 

What are you
talking about?

 

I know that you poisoned
your father, Abigail.

 

Why are you saying that?

 

You said that
you believed me.

 

I avoided the subject
whenever possible.

 

Not all the time.

 

You said you
believed me.

 

In a letter dated
September '91,

 

you mentioned the passing
of a beloved neighbor,

 

heart condition.
You often ran errands for her.

 

She was the unwitting supplier
of the nitroglycerin

 

that you used to poison
your father, was she not?

 

January '92, you wrote
that you were with a classmate

 

at the time of his death, but...

 

at trial you said
that you went to the store.

 

Shall I go on? Because I can.

 

I know the truth, Abigail.

 

I've known for 22 years.

 

Get out.

 

Abigail...
Get out.

 

Hey. The guys
are striking out here.

 

I mean, there's no sign
of Delancey's tablet.

 

What about you?

 

I don't know.

 

I might have something.

 

Looks like someone tried
to pry this drawer open.

 

Other than you.

 

Give me some credit.
I used to be a surgeon.

 

I would never leave
a mess like this.

 

Well, why would someone
lock an empty drawer?

 

Habit.

 

Well, we know from the video
that he was angry

 

because he thought that Abigail

 

had gotten ahold
of his tablet.

 

Right? So if this
is where he kept it

 

and if there was
sensitive information

 

about her past on it,

 

maybe these scratches
made him suspicious.

 

You know, my ex used to keep
her tablet in a case

 

that looked just like a book.

 

Maybe it's on one
of these shelves.

 

There are five air vents
in this room.

 

And the capital of Michigan
is Lansing.

 

You know you're starting
to sound like your partner.

 

Well, don't you think it's odd?

 

I mean...

 

the room is not that big, right?

 

There's usually one vent
for intake, and then...

 

...maybe one or two
to blow cold air.

 

Five is definitely overkill.

 

How do you know that?

 

My uncle was a contractor.

 

Hey, check this out.

 

This isn't a vent.

 

It's just supposed
to look like one.

 

Watson, I'm on route.

 

I will be
at the Delancey home shortly.

 

You can turn around.
We found the tablet.

 

Was there evidence
he knew about Abigail?

 

No.

 

But I think you were
right last night.

 

I think maybe Graham
did kill his father.

 

What did you find?

 

Videos of Titus with Graham.

 

He was sexually abusing him.

 

Ms. Moore?
Tom Gregson.

 

Appreciate you bringing
your nephew in to talk to us.

 

Marsha Whitman, I
represent the family.

 

How do you do?
This is Ms. Watson, Mr. Holmes.

 

They consult
for the department.

 

They're the ones
who harassed Graham

 

after the service
yesterday.

 

We, uh, apologize
for any violation of decorum,

 

but as it turns out,

 

it was absolutely necessary.

 

If we hadn't spoken,

 

we may very well have
never learned the truth.

 

You recognize that, right?

 

It's my dad's.
Where'd you get that?

 

It was hidden
in your father's office.

 

You tried to take it out
of his desk last week,

 

not Abigail.

 

Maybe you were thinking
about turning him in.

 

Or maybe you were thinking
about stopping him

 

from hurting your
little brother, too?

 

What do you mean
"hurting"?

 

Graham, what's he
talking about?

 

Nothing.

 

It's okay, Graham,
you can tell us the truth now.

 

I don't understand.

 

Are they saying that...?

 

Are they saying

 

your father...?
I don't want to talk...

 

with you about this.

 

Graham?
No!

 

I want you to leave.

 

Both of you, now.

 

I can't allow
you to...

 

I don't care!

 

Just leave now!

 

Mr. Delancey is 17.

 

He is within his rights
to talk to us alone.

 

What's on there
doesn't prove anything.

 

What it proves is that
your dad was a monster.

 

And it certainly suggests

 

that you have a very
understandable motive

 

for wanting him dead.

 

You knew about
Abigail's past.

 

That's why you used
nitroglycerin.

 

That's not true.

 

This is a report prepared
for your stepmother

 

by a private investigator
she'd hired

 

to look into your father.

 

These are your fingerprints.

 

Abigail's whole story
is in that file.

 

A story which
independently inspired you

 

and your stepmother
to conceive

 

the same plan.

 

It seems that killing your
father and framing Abigail

 

was an idea whose time had come.

 

Hmm?

 

Only you beat Peri
to the punch.

 

You procured some nitroglycerin
illegally online,

 

if I had to guess.

 

A few tablets in your father's
bourbon and...

 

it was done.

 

I doubt very much
that you relish

 

what your plan means
for Abigail.

 

But...

 

compared to the hell
that your life had become?

 

To the idea
that your secret would get out?

 

To the idea that it could happen
all over again to Zack?

 

It must've felt like

 

you had little choice.

 

Excuse me. I'm looking
for Graham Delancey.

 

His little brother just
called me in tears,

 

saying the police came
and took him away.

 

Yeah, Graham is in

 

with the captain right now.
Why?

 

I'm afraid I really
can't discuss...

 

You. You saw Graham
almost every day.

 

Did you have any idea
what was going on?

 

Miss Moore, please.

 

Wait, what are you
talking about?

 

I didn't mourn your father's
death, not for a moment.

 

But Abigail loves you.

 

Like you were one of her own.

 

And I know
you care about her.

 

If you stay silent,

 

she'll go to prison.

 

Does she really
deserve that

 

for something
that she didn't do?

 

Graham, you can help her.

 

And we can help you.

 

You just need
to tell us the truth.

 

I need a few minutes

 

alone with my
client. Now.

 

What the hell is going on?

 

Abigail Spencer came in.

 

She ran into Graham's aunt
and lawyer in the hall...

 

And they told Abigail
about Graham's father.

 

Next thing I
know, Abigail

 

wants to make
a confession.

 

She says she's the one
who poisoned Titus Delancey.

 

Crawford and Gleason

 

are in interrogation
talking to her now.

 

She say why she did it?

 

According to her,

 

Titus uncovered her
real identity a few weeks ago.

 

He was using it to try
to extort sexual favors.

 

The district attorney will not
pursue a case against Graham

 

without a confession.

 

Which he is unlikely to give us

 

now that you have confessed
to killing his father.

 

Why did you do it?

 

Kill Titus?
I already explained that.

 

No, why did you confess to
a murder that you didn't commit?

 

I am a murderer.

 

You said so yourself.

 

You were right.

 

Graham poisoned his father.

 

You and I both know that.

 

Graham is an amazing kid,

 

and he has his whole life
ahead of him.

 

He shouldn't be in prison.

 

There's no doubt in my mind
that I did the right thing.

 

By killing Titus Delancey.

 

You know, you don't even need
to do this.

 

We have proof
of what Titus did to Graham.

 

He committed murder under
mitigating circumstances.

 

It's unlikely he will serve more
than 18 months.

 

18 months.

 

That's about the amount of time

 

you and I wrote letters
to each other.

 

Felt like a lifetime,
didn't it?

 

Especially when you're branded

 

the kid who killed your dad.

 

And Graham deserves better
than that.

 

You're innocent.

 

No.

 

Innocent?

 

He was being brutalized
right in front of me,

 

and I should have seen it,

 

and I should have stopped it.

 

Sooner.

 

Titus got what's coming to him.

 

And now, so am I.

 

Finally.

 

Thank you for agreeing
to speak with me.

 

My school is near here.

 

My aunt thought it was too soon
for me to go back, but...

 

I don't know.

 

I'm tired of being at home.

 

Abigail's confession aside,
you and I both know the truth.

 

I'm gonna be watching you.

 

And if you resort to those...

 

extreme tactics
again in the future,

 

I'm gonna make sure
you're brought to justice.

 

Is that clear?

 

Have you spoken with anyone
about what happened to you?

 

My Aunt Susan tried to ask me
some questions last night,

 

but...

 

It happened. It's over.

 

Talking about it
won't change anything.

 

You're wrong.

 

I have never known a betrayal

 

as-as profound as what
you've experienced.

 

But I do know

 

that being victimized is...

 

is corrosive.

 

And sometimes,
talking about it...

 

that can help.

 

So you ever want to...

 

talk about it

 

with someone who knows the story
in its entirety...

 

...I'm at your disposal.