The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s15e22 Episode Script

Sweet Amelia

Blazes! I told you not to fiddle with that, Henry.
I tell you, it's not fair.
What's not fair? Why does he get time off? Detective Murdoch? Well, he's just had a baby.
He didn't have a baby, Doctor Ogden did.
Did I get time off when Jordan was born? Well, Higgins, you had nannies help.
I'm sure they could afford a nanny.
Look at me.
I was back at work the day after Jordan was born.
No time off for good old Henry Higgins.
No time off at all.
But did you even ask for time off, Higgins? I'm sure the Inspector would have been glad to see the back of you.
And why worry? Both George and I were reared without a father.
That is not tremendously reassuring, Detective.
- Good Lord! - What is it? Lads! I-I-I am not here to hurt you, George Crabtree.
I am here to surrender to your custody.
Hey! - It's not last call yet.
- It's not yet eight.
I'm looking for a man.
Bet you are.
Well, you've come to the right place, sweetheart.
His name is Alan Farrow.
Well, you're looking at him.
So, what can I do for you? You can tell me where my son is.
I don't know what the devil you're talking about.
Robert Brackenreid.
I was told you know where he is.
Well, you were told wrong.
I'm an inspector's wife.
No harm will come to me if I shoot you.
So where's my son? - Amelia.
- Mm-hmm? - Don't move.
- I won't.
I won't! I surrender.
I am sorry for everything I've done.
I am terribly, dreadfully sorry.
Where's Dorothy? She disappeared weeks ago.
I I came home from the shops on a Tuesday.
And it, I mean, could have been Wednesday.
No, it was definitely a Tuesday.
Could we move it along? Perhaps to the point of all this.
My sister has vanished! She is gone! She took all of her belongings.
But it's not her you need to worry about, it's me.
Why should I believe you? What's your game here, Amelia? - I have no game, George.
I want to pay for my sins.
Now, put me in jail, I beg of you.
- Let me rot.
- Oblige her, lads.
Thank you.
Oh, ow! Not so rough.
Hello, ma'am.
Pardon me, ma'am.
May I? Sir, there are plenty of seats elsewhere.
My apologies.
Are you you suggesting this seat's taken? Well, no, but you needn't crowd.
Wouldn't you enjoy more space? No, if I sit somewhere else, anyone could take the seat beside me.
Screaming child, a fetid old man.
Nobody wants that.
Well, then, I suppose you can, if you must.
Thank you.
But mind your manners.
Why didn't you tell me about this last night? It was late.
And she's given herself up, Effie.
This is finally over.
I doubt that.
She's up to something.
If she is, I can't imagine what.
I mean, what good does it do her to go to prison? Maybe she's genuinely sorry.
Do you really believe that, George? She's got the devil inside her.
More likely just a a disturbed mind.
I'll say.
And she won't say where Dorothy is? Just that she's disappeared.
Effie, look, she's surrendered.
This is over.
Our nightmare may be over, George, but Amelia's is just beginning.
I said I was sorry.
What more do you want? So help me God, I will prosecute you to the full extent of the law.
What does that mean? It means that you are going to be very old when you get out of prison.
- This is no game.
- Oh.
- Where's your sister? - I don't know! I told you, she abandoned me.
I have no one.
Oh, maybe, if you're lucky, you'll find a friend in jail.
Oh, I don't like you.
The feeling is mutual.
George, tell her to stop being so horrible.
Well, I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but Can you please contact this person? Thank you! What did she give you? - A telephone number.
- And you're going to call it? Well, I ha Effie, no matter what she did, she has rights.
Look, I completely understand how you feel.
I don't think that you do.
- Effie, she's not well.
- George, I know! But she should not be out freely wandering the streets.
Trouble in paradise? Hopefully not for much longer.
I'd say that Amelia woman is in need of treatment, not incarceration.
Well, try telling Effie that.
Dog Canis Lupus.
Cat: Felis Catus.
Donkey: Equus Africanus Asinus.
Radish: Raphanus sativus.
You see, sweetheart, everything in this world has its purpose.
Nothing is random.
You do realize she hasn't the foggiest idea what you're saying? Not true, Julia.
I am of firm belief that she does understand on a primal level.
Oh, you can't be serious, William.
She's a baby.
Her only needs are satisfied by touch and nourishment.
Besides which, she's asleep.
The subconscious is hard at work.
Have you learned nothing from our friend, Dr.
Freud? Oh, please! You said his ideas were hogwash.
- Have you forgotten? - Some have merit.
Children drink in their surroundings.
Why should we not equip our child with all of the tools to excel? All of them.
Well, I'd wake her up beforehand.
- If you can, thank you.
- She's out for blood, Inspector.
I've never seen Effie like this before.
Well, you can't blame her.
She was kidnapped and put in a tree.
Sir, did you take time off work when you had your boys? When you were a new father, I mean, did you take leave from work? What? No.
What sort of man does that? That's my point exactly.
- Just there.
- And what do fathers do, anyway, except open their child's bank account? Ah, although, maybe I should be more involved.
If I was you, Higgins, I wouldn't bother.
You're probably as useless raising a child as you are around here.
What is this, this morning?! Bloody Piccadilly Circus? Put it in the tray.
I'll tell you one thing.
I didn't miss one day at the station when my lads were toddlers.
Not one day! By the way, have either of you seen my wife this morning? She was out the door and gone without a word by the time I woke up.
No, sir.
- I haven't seen her, either.
- Oh.
No, no? Ah.
Thank you.
I see.
Then, could you please tell Mr.
Strange that Llewellyn Watts called? That's L-L-E No, no, no, no.
It's two Ls.
Well, four altogether.
Ah, with a Y.
You there! Give it back.
I said, give it back! Well advised to listen to the lady.
Do you believe that? That's some pistol.
Army issue.
Ah, sure looks it.
Same one issued to me in the Boer War.
It's my husband's.
Ah! Yeah.
I should have known.
Of course, a woman like you would be married.
Good ones are, indeed, always taken.
Well, he was meant to go to Well, he was meant to be sent to - Serbia.
- Serbia.
But the paperwork was mixed up and they sent him to Siberia.
Ah, good morning.
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.
How can we help you, ma'am? You can take me to my client, Miss Amelia Ernst.
You're a lawyer? I telephoned a lawyer? Clever man.
And now I am here.
- And what's your name? - Edwina Walmsley.
- And have you charged Miss Ernst? - Not as of yet.
Then I would appreciate talking to her.
And you must be George Crabtree? - Yes.
- I see.
Inspector, I would like this man removed from any involvement in this case.
- Would you now? - Do you agree? - I do not.
- That will be duly reported.
I'll not let that poor woman be jailed without a fight.
I'll have Constable Crabtree escort you to her right away.
Of course you will.
Shall we? So I took the first train.
Your son is fortunate to have such devotion.
I appreciate you saying so.
Bobby's a good boy, really.
We can fix this.
What does your husband advise? Prefer not to talk about him, if you don't mind.
Of course.
He's washed his hands of his own flesh and blood.
How anyone can do that is beyond me.
But Thomas He's so stubborn.
Ah, I'm sure he's not a bad man.
He's just hurting.
You both are.
Well, he's difficult when he wants to be.
Won't budge if it doesn't serve him.
Anyway doesn't matter.
What's important is that I find my son before it's too late.
Any idea where he might be? Mm, somewhere in Windsor.
I have a name.
Jimmy Seaton.
I know that name.
Listen, I know the city.
I know where to find Jimmy, too.
Thank you, Mr.
Call me Charlie.
I will not.
And I don't need your charity.
I can take care of myself.
So I've seen.
But it would be wise to have someone look out for you.
And I'm not interested in your charity either.
I expect to be paid.
25 dollars to look, 50 if I find him.
Why do you want to help me? You're a veteran's wife.
I need the money.
Sir, you have a deal.
- Ooh.
- Oh Ooh.
Well, I, uh I can try the lodge down the road.
They might have something.
Oh, nonsense.
I wouldn't put you out in the cold.
This will do just fine until another room becomes available.
- Ooh.
Too kind, Margaret.
- Hm.
Thank you.
It's late.
Get a fresh start in the morning.
I must tell you, Margaret, I admire your determination.
The strength it must have taken to make this trip alone.
It's nothing.
Any mother would do the same.
I'm not so sure.
You're a special woman, Margaret Brackenreid.
And if you were my wife, I'd never let you out of my sight.
Well he doesn't even know that I've gone.
He certainly would have forbade it.
So, you're a woman who knows her own mind.
Yes, I suppose I am.
Amelia hired a lawyer? Why didn't you say so? I could have done something.
Well, not last night you couldn't have.
I was trying to save you undue stress.
Stop treating me like I can't handle bad news, George! How utterly maddening.
Last time I checked, the boys around here hang in this area.
How you doing, Jimmy? Appleby.
What do you want? This is Margaret.
We're looking for her son.
What the devil have I got to do with this? I don't owe you anything, or her.
Your son got a name? - Ah, Bobby Brackenreid.
- Never heard of him.
Just a minute.
Your cousin's Johnny Meade, isn't he? - What's he got to do with this? - He's an old friend.
He said I could always count on you.
Roger Shipley said he might be taking on a new man.
Shipley, uh? The auto shop off Stanley.
Last I saw Roger, he was with some strange sort.
Could be your boy.
Let's go, boys.
Do you think it's Bobby? Could be.
Thank you.
It's so kind of you to help, but why are you doing this? I like you, Margaret, you're a good woman.
And I hope you find your son and talk some sense into him.
Do you have any children? I did.
If my son were still with us, he'd be about Bobby's age.
You lost a son.
I'm so sorry.
Margaret, I'm going to go see about our friend, Roger.
Where I'm going is no place for a lady.
I am going with you.
- Bobby is my son! - No, you can't.
I'll let you know everything I find out.
I'll see you tonight.
Ah! What's this, then? Oh! Morning, sir.
William's been going on and on about visual learning.
He thinks Susannah is the cleverest baby in the world.
Honestly, it's madness.
Is everything all right? I can't seem to find Margaret.
What? My goodness.
What's happened? Oh, I-I'll tell you when I find her.
You two have been working together.
Do you have a sense of where she could have gone? Uh Well, she did take an interest in a patient she was tending to at the hospital.
It was quite unusual.
She was very secretive about it.
Could that have anything to do with it? Possibly.
Can you tell me anything else? Uh, the name Donna Farrow comes to mind.
Do you recognize that name? Thank you.
I'm sure she'll be all right.
Will you be requiring my assistance, sir? No, Murdoch, this is purely a personal matter.
Right, I better be on my way.
Thank you for the tea.
Good day.
Your client committed truly reprehensible acts of violence.
Abduction, unwilful confinement.
She threatened her victims at both knife point and gun point.
I swear to you, Miss Walmsley, Amelia will face severe consequences.
She will never see daylight again.
Can I just say, I am a huge admirer of yours.
Being here in this room with you is such an honour.
I'm sor Excuse me? Were it not for you, I might not be where I am today.
Your courage as the first female lawyer to graduate from the University of Toronto inspired me in ways you cannot fathom.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
However, Miss Newsome, you don't have a case.
- What are you talking about? Of course I have a case.
George Crabtree lied to my client.
Pants on fire! Throw out everything Miss Ernst said before.
- Amelia recants her confession.
- Are you mad? You've been spending too much time with your client, Miss Walmsley! Whatever happened between Amelia Ernst and George Crabtree happened at Mr.
Crabtree's insistence.
He tricked her.
He wanted to marry her.
Amelia is well within her rights to charge Mr.
Crabtree with breach of promise.
The bartender told me that you spoke to my wife.
What were you talking about? Didn't talk to her.
She went straight to Farrow.
Bloody hell.
Where is that scumbag? I don't know.
Your wife waved a gun at him.
- A gun? - I saw it plain as day.
Any idea what he told her? Sent her to Windsor, I think.
Something about her son.
Here, have one on me.
Good evening, Constable.
This prisoner has requested to speak with me.
No one told me that.
Please, I'm a lawyer.
I'll be quick.
Five minutes.
Are you supposed to be here? - I make the rules.
- Are you sure about that? George has gotten himself into a real pickle over this.
He's not who he pretends to be, Effie.
You'll see.
Have you any idea the promises he's made? The lies he spewed? He lies and lies.
You're the liar, Amelia.
You're not fooling anyone.
You think you're better than me? You think he won't leave you, too? Well, let's check back in again in six months.
- Compare notes.
- Sounds lovely.
At least I'll know where to find you.
Now, what exactly did George say to you that you find so deceitful? Oh, only that it was love everlasting.
That I was his one, his only.
The usual nonsense.
- Nonsense? - Of course.
But who can blame him? He is but a man, he knows not what he does.
Men are so fickle, aren't they? I don't need to tell you this.
And let's not forget dear Emily Grace, the woman George would have married had he not failed miserably to win her affection.
When I finish with you, no judge will let you walk free.
Not after what you've done.
It is only a matter of time.
Get away from her! Oh, how dare you approach my client without her lawyer present? You will get yourself in serious trouble if you're not careful.
It's your client who needs to watch herself.
You should be careful, too, if you know what's good for you.
Bobby? You shouldn't be out here alone, lady.
Lest that's what you want.
Just leave me alone! Stop! Please! Stop.
I'll give you whatever you want, just stop! - I'll show you what I want.
- You touch her again, you won't walk out of here.
Try me.
- You all right? - Yes, yes.
From now on, you don't do anything without me.
- Clear? - Yes.
Come on.
- Ah, good evening.
- Good evening, sir.
I'm looking for someone who may be staying here.
Uh, the name's Brackenreid, Margaret.
Could I please see your guest log? I'm sorry, sir.
Look, there's only a handful of respectable hotels downtown and I've checked all their guest lists.
I know she's here.
Do I need to get a warrant? - Thank you.
- There you go.
- Margaret.
- Thomas! What are you doing here? - It's not what it looks like! - Who the bloody hell are you?! - Will you please calm down? - Who is he? This man saved my life.
He's helping me to find Bobby.
- You're not welcome in any of this.
- Wait a minute.
Charlie knows someone who might know where Bobby is.
Well, he can tell me what he knows and then bugger off.
Well, go on, then Speak! You think you can shut me out, turn your back on your son and then come here and tell me what to do? I'll handle this, Margaret.
You haven't and you won't.
I paid Charlie for his help.
I'm sorry, Thomas, but Charlie stays.
- All right.
- What on earth, William? If I show her images on these cards, then tell her the word and the sign language, soon she'll be able to tell me exactly what she needs without saying a word.
She's just blinking, William.
But why not equip our child with the tools required so that there will be no limit to what she can accomplish? C for circle.
Uh I trust she will also be brought up on weapons charges.
We will see to it that Miss Ernst is indicted on all four counts.
Well, that pleases us, doesn't it, Constable? Yes.
When is the trial? Uh, eight weeks from today.
So far away? In the meantime, Miss Ernst and her lawyer have requested that she be transferred to another facility while she awaits prosecution.
- Requested? - Where will she go? Ah, the Woodmere Correctional Institute.
Well, if there's, uh, nothing else? - Thank you, sir.
- Uh, sir.
Good day.
Well, that's good news, isn't it? Yes, it is.
You lied to me.
- Margaret.
- He's our son, Thomas! You could have gone after him, but instead decided he wasn't worth finding.
Have you considered that Bobby would lead a better life if we don't bring him back? He'll go to prison, Margaret.
You are his father.
Does that honestly escape you? I ought to put you through that window.
Sorry if I crossed any lines, but, man to man, nothing happened.
We're not that different, you and I.
Oh, yes, we are.
For starters, you wouldn't catch me in a hotel room - with another man's wife.
- We're both military men.
Both made it home.
Both fathers of sons.
- That doesn't make us the same.
- She loves your boy.
And so do you.
And, lucky for you, you still have a chance with Bobby.
I won't see my boy again, ever.
Why's that? That's a story for another day, if that's all right.
But don't think you're gonna get away with this so easily.
Lucky for you, she's in the other room.
You ought to step it up, brother.
You're but a stone's throw away from losing your wife.
Thomas! Right.
I hate to break this up, but I've got to go and see someone from the local constabulary.
- Now? - An old mate of mine.
He might know something about Bobby.
- Yeah, I have seen him around here.
- Where? I don't know where he could be.
Any thoughts? Well, he was seen with a local troublemaker, Roger Shipley.
Are you familiar with this Shipley lad? Yeah, he's known around here.
A nasty record.
Your Bobby keeps up with him, then he's headed down a dark path.
Ah? What's all this? Oh, can you excuse us? You followed me? Bobby's no better off than he ever was.
He's mixed up with the wrong crowd.
Margaret, let's go home.
He doesn't want to be found.
We have to let him go.
You know that.
I won't go home with you without him.
Why don't you just go back to your drink? Someone will find you soon.
Hurts, doesn't it? Oh! Thank you.
Sorry to spoil your dinner, George Crabtree, but we have a date! Don't move! Can I take the sauce off the stove? - Dangerous to leave a pan over heat.
- Yeah, hurry up.
Don't try anything.
When Effie comes back for one of her sinful visits she'll have the pleasure of knowing what we have in store for Mr.
George Crabtree.
Here Margaret, I know where Bobby is.
You do? When I left this afternoon, I went to a place off Stanley Street, a drinking den in an auto repair shop.
I think Bobby could be staying there with Roger and his cohorts.
- You found Bobby? - No, I said he might be there.
Now, I can take you there now, if you if you're ready.
Oh, I need to find Thomas.
No if your son sees your husband, he'll run.
First of all, he's a cop.
You know, he might be a nice guy, but he has a temper.
Bobby knows he's been He's given up on him.
I still need to tell him.
You and me, we're not cops.
You're his mother.
If anyone can make him show himself, it's you.
- I don't know.
- Once you talk to him, you can decide what you want to do with him.
Look, I can't make him come home, and neither can you, but I can give you the chance you're looking for.
Do you trust me? I'll go with you.
I just need you to give me one moment.
Let's go, Margaret.
Let's go find your son.
Who in their right mind would go to a poetry reading? You could expand your mind.
- That might be worth the bother.
- Have you seen George? I've not seen him, but I've only just arrived.
Bit late, isn't it? Well, I just dropped off Jordan with Ruth.
Thought I needed a break.
Think I've deserved it.
Fatherhood can be hard work.
Something's not right about Amelia's lawyer.
You mean past the fact that she's Amelia's lawyer? I'm going to go and look for George.
Can I be of assistance? If you could find out anything about Miss Walmsley, - I'd be most grateful.
- Well, ah, me? - Just stay alert, Henry.
- Hm.
George? George Crabtree is in good hands.
However, we will not insult you with assurances he will be returned in one piece.
And that depends entirely on you.
Livery Stable number 64.
Come alone.
Operator! Operator, Station House Four, please.
Amelia's crazy.
You're going down a very dangerous road here.
Sorry, but you don't know what you're talking about.
- And you're wrong about Amelia.
- No.
I'm not.
Look, just let me go, we can both get out of here.
I swear you'll thank me later.
No one's going anywhere tonight, George Crabtree.
Dorothy? Where's Amelia? She's dead.
What are you talking about? Let me speak to her.
No, don't you get it, you fool? Amelia's been gone for weeks.
It was the worst thing I ever saw.
Why should I believe you? - Why would I believe anything you said? - Please show him.
I'm so sorry.
Well You know what they say, what's good for the gander is good for the goose.
I don't think that's the saying.
Oh, yeah? Well, it's close enough.
Come on.
Hm Here you go.
Go on.
Bobby I just want to talk.
You needn't come home, if that isn't what you want.
I just need to know that you're all right.
That's all.
Maybe we should go.
He's not here.
You sure about that? Mother, please, just go home.
I will not.
- Not without you.
- Not so fast! - What-what-what's going on? - I'm giving you what you wanted, a chance to talk to your son.
And a kindness I never got.
At least you get to say goodbye.
Ah! Oh, I love you.
Not as much as I love you.
Mm Amelia, wait, wait! Wait! I-I-I haven't written any of your story yet! - There's so much left to write - I'm not Amelia, you idiot.
And I don't believe in happy endings.
- Dorothy, don't, don't! - George! - Don't! - George! Oh, why'd you have to go and do that? We were just having fun, Miss Newsome.
I knew it was you! I should have known when you spoke of Emily Grace! You're insane, Dorothy! George! - Oh, I knew it was you! - No, you didn't! - You won't get away with this! - Stop right there! You're under arrest! won't die alone after all! - George is probably with her right now.
- Shut up! I'm just trying to help, so you better let go if you want him to live.
Let him swing, Effie! George! Say something.
Say something, please! Please, I won't forgive myself if you die like this! - Please, please! I love you, George Crabtree.
- He's not worth it, Effie.
I love you.
I love you, George Crabtree.
George, hold on! - Uh - George? Effie? Oh! Not too tight! How could you? - Drop the gun! - Oh, good.
You're here.
I wasn't sure you had it in you.
- I said drop it.
- Why should I? My life is all but worthless now.
Your son killed my only son.
- Your son? - Christopher was doing legitimate time.
Almost up for parole when Bobby beat him to death in prison.
Your son attacked me! - He would have killed me if I - Shut it! You were lying to me this whole time? I'm sorry, Margaret.
You are a remarkable woman.
I didn't mean to deceive you, but your boy killed my boy.
You understand? Robert Brackenreid.
Bobby was just defending himself.
Please, Charlie! What's the use of two dead boys?! Shut your mouth! I'm warning you! Drop the gun, or I'll shoot! No! - Margaret! - Mother! Go and get help.
Bobby, go and get a doctor, move it! And you better bloody come back! Press this on.
Oh, Thomas.
I'm so sorry.
You're lucky she's alive.
I didn't mean her harm.
- I'm sorry about your son.
- Yeah.
That doesn't bring him back.
I know, but neither would killing my boy.
Take him away, lads.
You two aren't going to stop chasing me, are you? You're our son.
I would chase you to the ends of the earth.
- You don't have to.
- I don't have a choice.
It's time you came home.
- I'll do what I can.
- Go home to jail? The first one was an accident.
The second one was self-defence.
Listen to me, son.
If you keep running, you'll always be looking over your shoulder.
Please, Bobby.
I can't lose you.
All right.
Just don't do anything like that again.
Good boy.
What are you doing here? Well, I heard this was the place to see the Milo Strange.
Thought I could use some poetry.
Something wrong? No, no.
I just wasn't expecting you.
Well, well, seeing as you didn't invite me.
But you did invite someone else? - Just a new admirer.
- I see.
I have many.
I've I have no doubt you do.
I'm sorry, Llewellyn.
I thought I was clear.
I will call on you.
Yes, of course, certainly.
Dorothy will be coming for you.
Watch out.
Will she? She loves me and she will be back.
I don't think so, Miss Walmsley.
- She was using you.
- She loves me, you fool! You'll see! You'll see!! You know what, George? I think it's time we get married.
- Effie? - Dorothy will come for us, married or not.
I think we should face her together.
What do you say? I say yes.
Watching these all day? I can't see how any good can come of this.

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