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Thanks for the, uh, ride
to the library, mom.

I know it was uncool of dad to
ask you to at the last minute.

No, I was just happy
to get the call.

If I ask you something,
could you just say "yes"

without, you know,
making a big deal out it?

I like how you just assumed
that I'd say yes.

Well, we're doing a video essay
for social studies,

and I'm supposed to
follow around

one of my parents at work,
see what they do,

and, uh, you know, how they
contribute to society and...

And you chose me, not your dad?

I chose your job over dad's.

Dad's job is just boring.
At least yours has dead bodies.

Actually, it's a lot more
complicated than that,

and not really a place where you
can run around with a camera.

- You're saying no?
- No! No, I'm not saying no,

but it's important for you
to understand what we do there.

It's import... exactly!
So I'll see you tomorrow.

Uh... La... you're... Lacey...
Thanks, mom.

Lace?

Megan Hunt, M.E.

Where's bud?

Bud's got court upstate.
I'm rolling solo on this one.

Looks like a homeless man found
more than he bargained for.

Glad you're here.
Now we can start digging.

Wait, hold on.

What do you see?

Peter, try the foot.

It's gonna be a long day.

Yes, it is.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

Our victim
has been dismembered.

We're gonna have to excavate
this entire area.

All right.
Let's get to it.

All right, you're gonna
have to quadrant this off.

Is that what I think it is?

Mayor's office wants to know
if we have one body in pieces

or multiple bodies

and a serial killer
on the loose.

I guess
we'll find out together.

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♪ now seem slim ♪

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let's run through
what we have so far.

Only 5% of the population
is AB-positive.

Both the hand and the foot

exhibit signs
of severe rheumatoid arthritis.

So we are dealing with
one victim, male, Caucasian,

probably in his 50s.

See these fractures?

Something heavy dropped on
this man's foot a few years ago.

All five metatarsals were broken
in a straight line.

Everything below the line
crushed. Above it, unaffected.

It's exactly the injury
you'd expect to see

if he was wearing
steel-toed boots.

That, and these spot scars are
consistent with metal spatter.

He was a welder,
probably construction,

until the arthritis
impaired him.

Yeah, but how do you get
"sunglasses"

from a hand and foot?

Many longtime welders
develop arc burn.

The ultraviolet radiation

coming from
the electric arc welding

can cause severe sensitivity
to light over time.

Ergo, sunglasses.

What is that?

It's a stamp.

Some kind of circle with a...
a paladin.

It's from the winner's lounge
at the Canyon Creek casino.

I play a mean game
of hold'em.

If our guy was there,
they've got tape on him.

I know you don't want me to roll
up to the Canyon Creek and say,

"I wanna see video footage
of a white man with a limp."

And sunglasses.

Maybe I can help you.
I know the general manager.

Like I said,
mean game of hold'em.

Yeah, we use that stamp
for mondays.

What you're seeing is

everyone who came in and out
of the lounge this past Monday.

There. Stop. That's him.

That's Cal.

- Cal got a last name?
- Don't know it.

He refuses to get
a players' club card.

He's a grinder,
mostly low-limit Blackjack,

until last week.

Got on one of those
once-in-a-lifetime streaks.

By the time it was over,
cashed out over 25 grand.

- Wow.
- Yeah. Generous winner, too.

Who's she?

That's, uh, Wendy.

Likes to chat up the winners
before they cash out.

Talk about a fool
and his money.

Well, it's her mission
to part them.

What is this?

It could be pus

from some kind
of bacterial infection.

I don't see an infection site.

Lacey's coming
to watch you work,

- and you drew up a schedule?
- She'll be here in two hours.

She's going to interview
each one of you.

I've drawn up
a list of questions

- that I thought she might like to ask.
- And did you draw up our answers, too?

I'm not a complete control freak.

Just be on your best behavior
and hide the gory stuff.

That's kinda hard to do in a morgue.

She will be confined
to the lab and the break room.

Your job is to answer her
questions and make me look good.

So you want us
to lie?

I don't see how this plan
could possibly fail, Megan.

Hey, it looks like yogurt...

With leaves in it.

Show me that slide.

Give me your finger.

Cilantro.

There's a Greek restaurant
two blocks from the crime scene.

Can I have
my hand back now?

Thanks.

Yeah, I took him to the lounge.
He bought me champagne.

He was a real gentleman. Why?

He have a last name?

It didn't come up.

We have you on tape, Wendy.
Where'd you go after you left?

Back to his place? Things get
a little too exciting?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Cal's dead.

You know anything,
now's the time.

He wanted to leave before he
spent any more of his winnings.

I tried to talk him back.

Last I saw him, he was gettin'
in some guy's car.

- Some guy's car?
- It was dark.

The car was dark. Black.
A sports car maybe.

The guy, he had a good grip
on Cal's arm.

That's all I can tell ya.

So our welder
won big-time

at the casino on Monday,

flashed his cash around,

and then drove off
in a sports car

- with some mystery man.
- And five days later,

someone turned him
into a human Jigsaw.

Empty.

- This one's empty, too.
- Lacey's gonna be at the office soon.

Let's just talk to the owner,
find out who picks up the trash.

Whoa. Hey.
Hey, nice puppy.

Yes!

Ooh.

Megan...

We've got
two more body parts...

A knee and a thigh.

Corrected by www.addic7ed.com

This incision is either
A.C.L. Reconstruction

or, if we're lucky,
knee replacement surgery.

I'm seeing well-healed
keloidal scars on the thigh,

almost like branding.

Is it his initials?
We still need an I.D.

Mm. Good news.
Knee replacement surgery.

Yes! I opened it up and gave
Peter the serial number

- I found on the replacement part.
- Great.

Curtis, you see if you can find the
source of those brand marks. - Will do.

What do you want me to do? You're going
to the dump to look for more body parts.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I-I'm the one who found
the knee and thigh.

Why... why I don't have to
go dig through the dump?

Why don't you send Curtis?
Well, clearly, you're good at it.

Look, somebody cut this guy up
into little pieces

and threw him away
like yesterday's trash.

The rest of him is probably
still at the dump.

I want him whole. Nobody
deserves to end up like that.

- Yes, doctor.
- Thank you.

Hi, mom.

Oh! Lace? I wasn't expecting you
for an hour.

- Dad dropped me off early.
- Right.

Is that a body? 'Cause that's
exactly the kind of stuff

I should be getting on camera.

O-okay, all right. Camera off.
Camera off. My office. Now.

Eww! What is that?

Nothing. Nothing.

Okay.

All right...
Here are the rules.

I've drawn up
a map of the office

and marked on the areas

where you can
and definitely cannot go.

I've arranged for everyone
to speak with you for...

A half an hour.

Here is your schedule,
and here is a list of questions

- that I thought you might wanna ask.
- Mom, what are you doing?

There will be no filming
of bodies or body parts

or bodies under sheets
or bodies period.

What I want you to understand
is these are people,

and we respect them
at all times.

- I'm supposed to do all of this myself.
- I know, but I...

Your first interview is
Dr. Murphy, right down the hall.

Bad time?

No, fine. What's up?

I tracked down the
serial number of that knee.

That particular joint
was installed one year ago

in the knee of
Callum Shane O'Donnell,

- widowed, age 59.
- We have a name.

- We have a name. - But no address.
How can somebody have knee surgery

- and not leave an address?
- All billing was sent to a Mr. Dean Avery.

Son-in-law. He's married
to Cal's daughter Jenny.

They live five minutes away.

Yeah, that's him.

I know this is very difficult.

Are you sure?

The scars? It's from
the Ben Franklin bridge.

His broken toes?

The Rouse Tower.

A cement mixer fell
on his foot.

It sounds like
he had a rough life.

He didn't think so.
He loved it.

He loved building things.

He loved sitting
on a steel girder

1,000 feet in the air,

eating his lunch over the city
that he helped to build.

He used to take me up there
with him.

I loved it, too.

W-why would someone
do this to him?

When was the last time
you saw him?

I haven't seen him
since his knee surgery.

We spoke on the phone
every once in a while, but...

He and Dean didn't really
get along.

That right, Mr. Avery?

Money's tight.
He always had his hand out.

He needed us,
and we weren't there for him!

Your father won big

at Canyon Creek Casino
last week.

He was last seen with a man
in a black sports car.

That ring any bells?

Wait a sec. How much money are
we talking about? - 25 grand.

Aw,
that's just great.

- Is that a problem?
- He comes around last year

and says his insurance
won't pay for his knee surgery.

Could we foot the bill? So I
tell him to mortgage his home.

That's when I find out,
he didn't even own the place.

He's been there 30 years
on rent control,

and I'm paying
for his new knee?

All right, your mom said
to answer all your questions,

so fire away.
Who are you and what do you do?

My name is Kate Murphy.
I'm the chief medical examiner.

I oversee an office
of 50-some people,

including medical examiners,
fellows,

investigators, and staff.

You're my mom's boss?
Yes. I hired her.

So what you say
overrules what she says?

Technically, yeah.
Can you show me a dead body?

Th... uh, that...
that's a little forward.

Does that mean yes?

That means
let's stick to the script.

Uh... "How would you describe
my mother?"

Um, I think it's safe to say
that your mother is...

Determined to be the best
at what she does.

She's very committed to the job.
So what you're saying is,

even when my mom's not in
charge, she's still in charge.

In this case, you better
believe it.

Whoa.

Nice digs
for a construction worker.

You're the ones
who called about Cal.

You the landlord?

Uh, owner.

Mike Walsh.

What happened to him?

What makes you think
something happened to him?

Well, you're here, for one.

And, uh, I usually get a call
from Cal, like, once a day.

The sink's leaking,
garbage disposal doesn't work.

But, uh, last few days,
nothing.

Uh, anything else I can help you with?
We'll let you know.

Oh.

Nice.

How's it going in here?

How's it going out there?

Your daughter's a lot like you.
Is that good or bad?

Amusing.

Don't worry.
I stuck to your questions.

Callum Shane O'Donnell.
Fellow Irishman.

- Do we know anything more?
- Well...

Unless he
was injected with water...

He was frozen?

Huh.

No sign of struggle.

Nothing amiss except
a leaky bathroom faucet.

Yeah?

Check the freezer.

What?

Check the freezer.

Now.

Sam?

I think we just found the rest
of Callum Shane O'Donnell.

I got an even dozen, Sam.

Over here. So far.
When you finish taking every body part

out of the freezer,
it needs to be catalogued.

I'm also gonna need you guys
to photograph each piece,

both in
and out of its wrapping.

- You want me to unwrap 'em now?
- No, let's wait for the M.E.

We think this is almost
all of him.

"Almost"?

We're missing the head.

Who would do something
like this?

I need you to stay outside,
Mr. Walsh.

And I also wanna
talk to your tenants,

so a list of names
would be helpful.

Sure. S-sure.

Somebody cuts a man up, throws
half of him in a dumpster,

and the other half on ice.

Hmm.

You have a theory?

No.

Come with me.

All right, so this is
where he was cut up.

Whoever did it did
a hell of a clean-up job.

I think he missed a spot.

All right, guys, we're gonna
take these drains apart.

Sink, too.

Let's go talk to the neighbors.

You can't have
the Philly chainsaw massacre

going on next door
and not hear something.

We didn't hear a thing,
but then we wouldn't have.

Why is that?

When we moved in,

Cal would turn up his TV so
loud, it always wakes the baby.

We had to get the whole place
soundproofed.

What about you, Mr. Ling?

You and Cal get along?

I barely knew the guy
except to say hello.

You seem
a little anxious.

Someone chopped up
a body right next door.

Why don't you find the guy
instead of bothering us?

Across the street!

I'm sorry.
You can't come in here, ma'am.

A crime has been committed.

That's terrible.

Can you tell me
what happened?

That's all I can say
right now. You need to go.

- That's okay. I got it.
- Okay.

- You live here?
- No. I am nanny for baby.

Oh, for the Lings in 3A?

- What's your name?
- Jasmina. Jasmina Ruzic.

- Please, what happened?
- The man in 3B, did you know him?

Mr. O'Donnell? Yes.

I-is he okay?

Well, actually, he's dead.

Did the Lings ever give
Mr. O'Donnell any trouble?

No.

Mr. Ling seemed a little jumpy
when we talked to him.

Mr. Ling is... is big smoker.

Mrs. Ling won't let him smoke
around baby.

Only outside.

Please. If I am late,
big trouble with Mrs. Ling.

Thank you. Go ahead.

Hey.

Oh.

Hi. I'm Ethan. Sorry I'm late.
I was just at the...

I was at the dump.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

I'm talking to

forensic pathology fellow
Dr. Ethan gross.

Why were you
at the city dump?

Looking for body parts.

A man's foot and hand were found
in a field yesterday.

And then earlier today, I found
a knee and a thigh in an alley.

Can I see them?

Sure. If... what? No. No! No.
Your mom had questions, right?

Have you read
these questions?

How am I supposed to learn
anything about what my mom does

- with these lame questions?
- Lame?

How about number four?

"Name your three biggest
influences in medicine and why."

You know, I remember,
uh, the first time I saw.

Rembrandt's
"The Anatomy of Dr. Tulp."

I-I thought it was lame,
like these questions. Lame.

So...

Show me something cool.

So aside from
the healed peptic ulcer,

I'd say that Cal was in
remarkably good shape

for somebody
with debilitating arthritis.

Let's find out
what he was on.

Run a tox tissue test
for medications, will you?

Our killer definitely knew
his joints.

These are very clean cuts.

And the kerf marks
at the separation points

are consistent.

I still say
he used a hacksaw.

And from the angle,
I'd say right-handed.

Then he would've have
to have held each body part

firmly in his left hand
while he sawed with his right.

Yeah.

So let's check for residue
to the left of every cut point.

Hmm.

I got something.

Here above the wrist.

Two smudges.

Dark powder.

Fine residue.

Didn't you say that somebody
grabbed Cal's arm

before shoving him
into a car?

That's right.

It could be transfer
from our mystery man.

I'll put it under
a microscope.

We practically dismantled
the place.

Guess what else is missing
besides Cal's head.

The casino money.
Bingo.

Maybe he put it in the bank.

Checked the balance.
Not there either.

But his social security money
has been coming out of the bank

every other week in $500 checks
made out to cash.

Detective, we found
this blue contact lens

in the trap
in the bathroom sink.

Mm.

I don't see Cal
putting in contact lenses

with two arthritic hands.

Then whose is it?

Her eyes were blue
this morning.

You wanna leave?!
Then leave!

But you're not
taking that with you!

It's mine!
The hell it is!

Go! Go! Go!

No, get your hands off me!

Don't tell me.
You won it in a poker game.

My dad called to tell me

he had some money
he wanted to give me.

I thought it was money to pay us
back for his knee surgery.

But when I got there,
it was 25 grand.

He wanted to give it to me.

I...I couldn't believe it.

So your father just gave you
all that money?

I started crying.
And then I lost my contact.

I washed my face
in the bathroom.

So what about
the 500 bucks every other week

- made out to cash?
- What 500 bucks every other week?

I never saw 500 bucks
from him period.

If I'd have known he was
giving it away, I would've...

you would've what?

Dean
isn't the easiest man to live with.

There were some things I had to
give up when I married him.

Like what?

Art school.

Those drawings
in your father's apartment...

you did them?

That's why dad
gave me the money.

He knew I wasn't happy...

And he...

He knew what would cure it.

Leaving Dean?

A new life.

Follow my dreams.

And then Dean found the money.

Those are a lot
of tears. You believe her?

Well, she has opportunity
but no motive.

Or maybe her story is bogus

and Cal didn't give her
the money. She took it.

That's a rather cynical view
of father-daughter relations.

We've got her DNA
from the apartment, not his.

Yeah, but he's the one with
the Tarzan temper, not her.

But that temper didn't pop until
after Cal was already dead, right?

Unless his story's bogus.

Or maybe they're in it together.
How's that for cynical?

Hey! How we doing?

Mom, what happened to the guy
who got chopped into pieces?

Who told you that?

Ethan.

A word, please.

Mnh-mnh.

Mom, I didn't come here to
see what you want me to see.

I came here to learn
about what you do. Remember?

Curtis, I believe it's time
for your interview.

Thanks a lot.

Start sectioning.

You know, she said
we didn't have to stick

- with the questions.
- She is 12 years old.

Seeing your first dead body
can be a traumatic experience.

I do not want her to see
anything in the wrong context.

You know, what is
the right context anyway?

W-we're trying to understand
how this man died

based on the parts we can see,
and it's getting us nowhere.

I mean, has it ever occurred
to you that Lacey is

trying to understand you,
but all she can see

are the parts that you're
willing to show her?

I'm sectioning.

I am sectioning.

Wait a second.

I found this mixed
with a blood clot

in one of the pulmonary arteries.

Here.

You have any idea
what it is?

I'm sorry.

Aren't you supposed to be
interviewing me now?

What's the point? You're
not gonna show me anything.

Look, some things you'd see
in this place

would make your hair stand on end.
Like what?

Like your mother
on a warpath.

I'm already familiar
with that.

She's such a control freak.
Do you know she printed up

a list of questions
for me to ask everyone?

Mm-hmm. I got a copy.

Like I'm gonna find out anything
by talking to you guys anyway.

Rules are meant to be broken.

Even your mother can appreciate
that. Turn on the camera.

Turn it on.

This is the material we found
above the wrist.

It's cigarette ash.

Look.

Hello.

Mom. Uh, don't have
a freak-out, okay?

He wasn't showing me
anything bad.

This is the material we found
above the wrist.

It's cigarette ash.

You'd need to be
a pretty heavy smoker

to accumulate this much on
your fingertips. If you give me

a few more minutes, I can probably
tell you the brand.

Thank you very much, Curtis.

Would you please
call detective Baker

and share that information
with her

and ask her to find out what brand
James Ling smokes? I'm not in trouble?

No. Not at all.

You...

Come with me.

The M.E.'s office puts your
cigarette ash on Cal's arm.

It was you who drove him back
from the casino that night,

in your black sports car,
wasn't it?

A little guy time,
away from the wife and baby.

- You can understand that, can't you?
- So you see Cal win all this money,

you wait for him
in the parking lot,

and then you force him into the car.

Wait. Wait. I helped him
into the car.

The man had a limp.
He stumbled. I grabbed him.

- And then what?
- Then nothing. I drove home.

He went his way. I went mine.
I didn't see him after that.

So why lie about it?

I never would have heard
the end of it with mira.

She hated Cal's guts.

It's been hard on her,
home all day with the baby.

I didn't want to make it worse.

Oh, come on. How hard can it be
with a full-time nanny?

Nanny?

Turn on your camera.

Hold up your hand.

Look at it.

Now imagine that your hand
was the only thing

that told the story of you.

What were your dreams?
Who loved you?

Who's grieving
now that you're gone?

It's a small, delicate hand,

the hand of a young girl

who wears nail Polish.

What does that color say
about her?

What has she held
in her hand?

The reins of a horse?

The hand of a boy?

This is the hand

of Callum Shane O'Donnell.

He built skyscrapers
with this hand.

He held his baby daughter Jenny
with this hand.

This hand gave her money

so that she could follow
her dream and go to art school.

We do a lot
of different things here,

but they all have
the same goal...

to find out what happened

so that a family can mourn,

so that the right person
is held accountable.

They're not just dead bodies
to us, Lace.

They're the stories of a life,

and it's our job to tell it.

Do you know who killed him?

We don't even know
how he died yet.

Look at this.

This is tissue that we found
in his pulmonary artery.

You can hold it.

Here.

It's like putting together
a puzzle.

Sometimes there's just
one piece that won't fit.

Maybe it's
in the wrong place.

The killer had to have
tremendous upper body strength.

Dean Avery fits that bill.

Let's not rule out a woman
just because of upper body strength.

- The daughter had opportunity.
- And we still have no cause of death.

- What happened to our tox screen?
- Uh, we're still waiting on it.

We don't need it. Thanks
to Lacey, we have an answer.

Cause of death is blunt force
trauma to the head.

- But... we don't have the head.
- We don't need that either.

You know that mystery tissue you
found in Cal's pulmonary artery?

It's brain tissue.

He must have been hit
hard enough...

To fracture the skull,

lacerating the venous sinuses,

allowing tiny fragments
of brain tissue

to enter the superior vena cava,
which then went in to the heart

and landed
in the pulmonary arteries.

Tox screen results.

Cal was taking methotrexate
for rheumatoid arthritis.

Methotrexate?
If Cal had a peptic ulcer,

he'd have to take that
by injection only.

Tell me how a man who has
debilitating arthritis

- can inject himself. - He was paying
someone 500 bucks every other week.

Cal had a caretaker.

Hmm.

Oh. That's your dad.
Come on.

Mom, I can't leave now.
It's just getting interesting.

Your dad's gonna be
here any minute.

- What about my interview?
- What about catching the killer?

Oh, like mother,
like daughter, huh?

Honey, even we know
when to call it a night.

- No, you don't. You never stop.
- She's got you there.

I've got something
to tell you.

I got something to tell you.

Oh, God.
There's your father.

I hope you got everything
that you needed.

Please take her downstairs,
all right? - Sure.

Bye, Lace.

Turn your camera on.
I got something to show you.

Come on.

Cal O'Donnell had
a mystery helper,

somebody who gave him injections
three times a week,

yet managed to stay
completely off the radar.

Guess who else
stayed off the radar.

Jasmina Ruzic.

The Lings' nanny?

The Lings don't have a nanny,

and Jasmina Ruzic
doesn't exist.

Hmm.

Now the Lings
didn't have a nanny, but Cal did.

Jasmina Ruzic.

Real name...
Irina Tomislava.

Former surgical nurse
from Belgrade, Serbia.

Ah. How'd you'd find her?

I tracked down the pharmacy
where Cal used to get

his methotrexate prescriptions
filled.

Irina used to
pick them up.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

We found this under the spare
in the trunk of your car.

The M.E. tells me

it's the same blade
used to chop up Cal.

Now you may have
an explanation for this.

I'd love to hear it.

You can talk to me, Irina.

I tell you,

she's one of the steeliest
killers I've ever met...

carves a man up, dumps him,
and doesn't even blink.

Let me have a shot at her,
doctor to nurse.

Cal took his meds.

He was much more ambulatory
than I would've thought

for somebody with his disease,

which means hours
of physical therapy,

massaging hands,
massaging feet.

You did an excellent job.
The body's the proof.

You cared about him, Irina.

So what happened...

On that day,

when you went
from being so caring,

so... good...

To chopping him up

and throwing him out
like a piece of garbage?

I didn't kill Mr. O'Donnell.

I liked him.

He was good to me,
paid me under the table.

Grew up poor, worked hard,
like me.

He was good man.

He promised to help me bring
my son here from Belgrade.

He made me hope

for the first time.

So you see, I would never,
ever harm this man.

So you tell me what happened.

I come in to check on him,

find him on floor in bathroom
in bathrobe,

and... he must have slipped.

I tried to revive him,
but it was too late.

He was long dead.

Why not call 9-1-1?

Why cut him up?

He died before he could write

last immigration letter
for me and my son.

If Cal is found dead,

I die, too... inside.

I lose everything...
my son...

So maybe
if I could write letter,

get this last piece of puzzle,

I could be safe.

My son could be safe.

I had to hide him.

And... carrying
a 200-pound man

by yourself

through an apartment complex
was not an option.

Yes.

Irina...

He was your friend.

He had a daughter. What a...
what about his dignity?

Dignity?

Yes.

I saw my first dead body
when I was 3 years old.

One minute,
Katya and I are playing,

the next, half of her
is across street.

When you see that enough times,
you come to realize...

Live when you can,

because when you are dead,
you are just...

I cannot pretend to know
what your life has been like,

but I have seen
my share of dead bodies,

and I do not agree with you.

For what it's worth,
I believe you.

However, all we have is your
word that you didn't kill him,

and it's not enough.

I don't know
how to prove it to you.

I do.

Tell us what you did
with Cal's head.

That's it.

Sir.

Check inside.

I'll take it.

It's him.

And?

She's telling the truth, Sam.

Irina didn't kill him.

There's definitely a fracture
at the base of the skull,

where Cal hit his head
on the bathtub.

However,

there is a second,
deeper fracture

under the hair.

That is the blow
that killed him.

Any idea what
the weapon was?

First guess... good,
old-fashioned hammer.

I found a bit of particulate
matter in the wound.

I'm running a trace on it.

I need you
to follow up, Peter.

So why couldn't Irina
have done it?

I'll show you.

Irina found the body
in the tub.

Cal's standing right here.

The killer comes up
behind him,

takes a big swing,

leaving that mark on the wall,

and then brings it down
on Cal's skull.

Irina could not have left
that mark...

Unless she was swinging
a 4-foot-long hammer.

So now I'm looking for
a 6-foot-tall mystery person,

oh, sex unknown?

Megan.

According to the boys,
this one was easy.

You got various metal compounds...
brass, copper... - Most likely from nails.

- Let the man talk.
- From nails, most likely,

and fibers made
of synthetic stone.

Synthetic stone?

Yeah, it's called rock wool.

It's, uh,
used for soundproofing.

We talked to the Lings.
They told us that you did

all the repairs
in that building yourself,

including soundproofing
their apartment

with a substance
called rock wool.

You had enough sense
to get rid of the hammer,

but your toolbox is full
of rock wool fibers

and other assorted compounds...

the same ones that we found
embedded in Cal's skull.

- Anybody could have taken my toolbox.
- No forced entry. Only you had the key.

I didn't do it.

Callum O'Donnell was the last
tenant under rent control.

He was the only thing
standing between you

and turning that building
into luxury condos.

This is crazy.
I didn't kill anybody.

- Yes, you did. - Do you know how
bad this is gonna look to a jury?

A disabled man giving
all his money

to his daughter
to pursue her dream,

and you not only kill him
for his apartment,

you chop him up into bits
and shove him into his freezer.

I didn't chop up anybody.

I was surprised as anybody
that the body wasn't there.

Which means
only one thing...

You knew where the body
should be,

because you killed him.

Cal let you into his apartment
to fix his leaky faucet,

and you responded by
bashing him over the head

with a hammer.

You left him there, waiting for
somebody else to find the body.

Nah.

You could never cut
somebody up,

but you're perfectly capable
of killing a man for money

and then leaving him there

for somebody else
to find him dead on the floor.

You're pathetic.

I'm releasing
your father's body

for burial today.

He wanted to be cremated.

There's a hill in the park
that overlooks the city.

He'd like that.

I was so stupid.

I missed out on the last year
of my father's life...

All to be with a man
who never really knew me.

That ends today.

I'm leaving him

and going back to school.

I bet your dad
would like that, too.

Thank you.

Uh, what was that about knowing
when to call it a night?

I'm just wrapping up.
I swear.

I, uh, heard from the D.A.

He's decided to deport Irina
instead of filing charges.

Well, at least
she'll be with her son.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hi. My name is Lacey Fleming.
My mom is Dr. Megan Hunt,

and she works
as a Medical Examiner.

I bet you think you know
what my mom does,

that she cuts up dead bodies
for a living?

That's what I thought, too,
but I was wrong.

A man's foot and hand were
found in a field yesterday,

and then earlier today, I found
a knee and a thigh in an alley.

These are cholesterol crystals
in a rheumatoid nodule.

They indicate he had arthritis.

This is the material we found
above the wrist.

It's cigarette ash.

It's like putting together
a puzzle.

Sometimes there's just
one piece that won't fit.

And if that's all my mom did...
put a puzzle together...

that'd be really cool,
but it's not.

So everybody who's watching,
look at your hand.

Go ahead. Do it.
Really look at it.

Imagine that your hand

was the only thing that told
the story of you.

What were your dreams?
Who loved you?

Who's grieving
now that you're gone?

I think it's safe to say
that your mother is...

Determined to be the best
at what she does.

She's very committed
to the job.

We go home at night,
just like everybody else,

but we never really stop.

You know why?

It means
"this is where death rejoices

to teach the living."

Every person has something
to teach us,

and we never stop learning.

We do a lot of different things
around here,

but they all have
the same goal...

to find out what happened
so that a family can mourn,

so that the right person
is held accountable.

They're not just dead bodies
to us, Lace.

They're the stories of a life,

and it's our job to tell it.

His name was
Callum Shane O'Donnell.

He was a father, a welder.

He helped build this city
with his bare hands.

And thanks to him, I finally
understand what my mom does,

and I'm proud to be
her daughter.

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