"Elizabeth, put the knife down. Let's discuss this in a calm and rational
manner," Murty says, his eyes never leaving the knife blade.
"You raped me," Elizabeth says coldly.
"No, I didn't, and I don't know where you got the idea that I did," Murty
responds, nervously. "Please put the knife down."
Lucky and Nikolas race through the door. Lucky runs to Liz's side while Nikolas restrains
Murty.
"What the hell is going on here?," Murty yells, struggling in Nik's grasp.
"We know you raped Elizabeth, so why don't you just save all of the aggravation and
admit it," Lucky spits.
"I really have no clue what you are talking about. I did not rape you. Is this your
way at getting back to me for saying you have a crush on me?"
Elizabeth's eyes flash with anger. "Getting back at you?! You raped me in
the park."
"No, I didn't," Murty insists. He looks at Lucky. "Will you please talk
some sense into your girlfriend?"
"Shut up," Lucky retorts. Nikolas motions to Lucky. Lucky crosses the room
towards Nik. "What," he snaps.
"I think you should ask him about his whereabouts the night of Liz's attack,"
Nik says softly.
Lucky glares. "We know he did it."
"Do we?," Nikolas counters.
Lucky crosses back towards Elizabeth. "Honey, can I have the knife," he asks
slowly. Liz's eyes remain focused on Murty. "Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth's eyes shift towards Lucky. "Lucky, when did you
what are you
doing
?" Her voice trails off. Her eyes brim with tears. "I'm so scared
Lucky."
Lucky takes the knife from her hands and closes it, placing it in his pocket. He draws her
into his arms. "I'm here, Elizabeth. There's nothing to be scared of." He turns
and faces Murty, still holding Liz close to him. "Why did you do it?"
Murty struggles to break free of Nik's grasp, but is unable to move. "I did not rape
Elizabeth. I don't know what would ever make her think that I could or would do something
like that to her, but I swear, I didn't do it."
Nikolas tightens his grasp. "Where were you on Valentine's Day?"
"I was chaperoning the dance, here at PC High."
"After the dance. Where did you go after the dance?," Lucky spits. Elizabeth
starts sobbing. Lucky gently kisses the top of her head. "Where did you go,
Murty?"
"I can't say," Murty replies.
"What do you mean, you 'can't say?' Why not?," Lucky demands. "Because
you'll incriminate yourself?"
"Listen-I did not rape Elizabeth. I just can't tell you where I was. It's
private."
"Yeah, I bet," Lucky retorts.
Murty rolls his eyes. "Are you listening to what I said? I'll repeat. I did not rape
her
. You're convicting me without presenting any evidence."
"You want evidence?," Elizabeth cries, suddenly pulling away from Lucky. "I
was raped in the park. You're always in the park-jogging. When I was fighting him, trying
to scream, the guy said 'not another word.' You're always saying that to me
you said
it again tonight
. Do you want more? The smell
the soap's smell. I've smelled
it on you when we were in class," Liz cries, "and I smelled it on him that
night
. You're always paying so much attention to me, helping me out. You're always
looking at me, and then you accuse me of having a crush on you!"
Murty shakes his head. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry that you were attacked, and I'm sorry
that you were hurt so badly. But I wasn't the one who did this to you."
"You hit your wife," Lucky interjects, as Murty's face clouds with shock.
"Didn't think we knew that, huh, Murty. Did you rape her too?"
"I can explain that. I did hit her-once. It was Valentine's day. It was a terrible
mistake, and I lost my wife because of it. She still hates me to this day, and I can't say
I blame her." Murty looks Lucky in the eye. "I learned my lesson. I have never
raised my hand to a woman since that day, and I have certainly never raped one."
"Then where were you," Nikolas says, twisting Murty's arm. "You're not
getting out of here until we get our answers.
Murty sighs, realizing he's trapped. "After the dance ended, I went to the
hospital-to my AA meeting. I'm two and a half years," he states proudly. "I
haven't had a drink since that night."
Liz grabs Lucky's arms, her face white. "Elizabeth?," Lucky asks, propping her
up. "What's wrong honey?"
"I remembered something-his breath
it reeked of liquor
" Her eyes
search Lucky's face. "It wasn't just the soap. It was alcohol that I smelled."
Murty relaxes slightly. "I was at the meeting until almost 1 am. You can ask my
sponsor. Lee Baldwin. He can vouch for me if necessary."
"Baldwin?," Liz repeats.
"Isn't that-," Lucky interrupts.
"--My therapist's husband," Liz finishes.
"Did you ever mention Murty to her?"
Liz nods her head. "In therapy, remember? Other than that, I only told you and
Nik."
"Can you call her," Nik asks. "I have a phone here. We can settle this
now." Nik tosses Lucky his phone. "It's already activated. Just dial."
Lucky hands Liz the phone. "Moment of truth," he whispers.
Liz shakily dials. "Hello, Mrs. Baldwin? This is Elizabeth Webber
No, I'm not
good. Can I ask you a question? It's important
. Where were you and your husband on
Valentine's Day?" She glances at Lucky. "You went out to dinner, and then he
went to the hospital? Isn't he a lawyer-why was he-I can't say why this is so important,
just trust me, please
. He was at an AA meeting? Could I please speak to him? Is he
there?
. Yes, I'll hold
" Liz squeezes Lucky's hand. "She's getting
him
. Hi, Mr. Baldwin. I need to ask you a question. I know the information is
confi