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Oh, my God.

Hey, Lace.

Dr. Hunt?

Who is this?

You've stuck your nose
where it doesn't belong.

Now I have your daughter,

and you're gonna do exactly what
I say or else she dies.

Did you sign my permission slip
for the field trip this week?

'Cause I can't find it.

It's right here, in front of you.

Oh. Thanks.

- Mom?
- Uh-huh?

You look great.

Huh.

Not nervous at all.

I'm not nervous.

Are you sure you're ready to go back?

Oh, I am ready.

It's the three months leave
that's been torture.

For you and me both.

I heard that.

So what kind
of experience do you have?

I worked at a funeral home
in Buck's County

and then as an autopsy assistant
at a coroner's office.

So I've seen just about everything.

That may be so,

but Dr. Hunt is an acquired taste.

That's right. You know, she's like grappa.

You know, at first
she'll tear your throat out,

but eventually you're gonna like it.

Grappa?

I spent the summer in Florence.

Eh, digestivo italiano.

Stick to the facts,

take lots of pictures,
and don't get discouraged.

It'll take her some time
to warm up to you.

Mm, why?

What happened to the last M.I.?

Really?

Three months ago?
You don't read the paper?

It's Dr. Hunt.

Dr. Hunt!

Wow!

You look great.

I mean, not that you didn't always look...

but you... you look more great.

It's the haircut.

I swear they took
some of his brain along with it.

I missed you guys.

Really?

No. Who's that?

Charlotte Tilney. She's starting today.

As what?

Uh, medicolegal investigator.

I am so excited to work with you.

I've read some of your cases.

Like, the one where you found
the guy inside the wall.

I thought that was really interesting.

Peter!

Peter. Come on. It's gonna be okay.

Welcome back.

What's with the shrine in the lobby?

Hello to you, too.

Love the new pillows.

Coffee table? Eh, not so much.

Yeah, I...

wanted to switch you
to a different office,

but Richard advised against it.

Richard?

Yeah, that would be the grief counselor

I've been asking you to see
for the last three months.

Megan, you've been through a trauma, okay?

And believe me, I know what that's like.

You can't just brush this off
like you do everything else.

Bud went to the grief counselor...

retired to take care of his baby.

Sam went to the grief counselor...

moved to Virginia to join the FBI.

I do not want to brush it off.

I wanna get back to work.

And after sitting on my ass
for three months,

I'd like to get started, okay?

Okay.

Hmm.

Transient male found facedown,

coffee ground emesis,

blood and smell of alcohol.

You want me to start on a dead alcoholic?

I want you to start off slowly
and ease your way back in.

Oh, and you will be working
with a new homicide team.

Please try to start off
on the right foot this time.

After the coroner's office,

I worked as a lab tech
in the pathology department

of a teaching hospital,

and then as a forensic autopsy technician.

What did Curtis and Ethan
tell you about me?

That you're a wonderful boss,
totally committed to your job.

You can stop sucking up.

They told me the last M.I. you worked with

was killed trying to save your life...

And you were forced to take
a leave of absence,

and that it was your first day back,

and it's a good bet
that you might have some...

transitioning... issues.

Dr. Hunt?

Dr. Hunt?

Have you had breakfast yet?

What? Me neither.

I would like a gruyere omelet,

uh, turkey bacon, coffee black.

But I...

oh, and take your time. Got this covered.

Wait. Dr. Hunt!

So I'll meet you back at the scene?

Yo, what is she doing?
You let her in? Hey!

Excuse me? Are you
the medical investigator?

It's called medicolegal investigator.

And, no, I'm not.

Well, I'm Detective Lucas.
You can't be here.

See that? Spider angioma.

Lady, get away from the body now.

When blood and stomach acid mix,
they oxidize.

We call it coffee ground emesis.

He's got a hole in his stomach
or a tear in his esophagus.

Either way, you've wasted your time.

It's not a homicide.
This guy drank himself to death.

That's what we figured,

but thought we'd wait for the M.E.

Adam, say hello to Dr. Megan Hunt.

Hello.

Tommy.

Megan.

You two know each other.

You have five seconds to tell me

what you're doing here.

Well, I did my 20 years in New York.

I needed a change of scenery.

You always told me how great it was here.

Oh, it's just a coincidence you're here?

You just happened to get this detail?

No. There was an opening. I took it.

It's never gonna work.

Why? We're both adults.

No, that's the problem, Tommy.

You were never an adult.

You actually thought this was a good idea?

I didn't say it was a good idea,
but... I did it anyway.

Whatever you thought was gonna
happen between us?

It's not.

I didn't think anything was
going to happen between us...

today, except both of us
acting professional

and getting the job done.

I'm not going anywhere, Megan.

Not talking to me is not an option.

Watch me.

Okay, look, I know it's gotta be a shock,

me showing up outta nowhere like this.

Shut up, you ass.

What's behind this building?

No idea.

Where you going?

So what exactly is it we're looking for?

Drunk hasn't been dead long enough

to have a maggot near him.

There's something else in here.

We need to see what's behind that door.

I'll call in a warrant.

No door, no warrant. Whoa.

Ugh.

Mnh.

God almighty.

Body of Proof 3x01 - Abducted
Original air date February 19, 2013

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So this, uh, Dr. Megan Hunt...

Are you gonna tell me what's
going on between you two?

Nothing.

Then why are you primping?

Primping?

That's right. Primping.

So what is she, an ex-girlfriend, ex-wife?

Don't tell me you don't have a history.

Okay. Listen, you're my partner.

You walk into a room, I got your back.

Somebody pulls a gun on you,
I shoot him dead.

You say "primping" to me again,
I'll kill you.

How about fussing? And posing?

Preening? I... I can keep going.

I've done you guys the favor

of keeping the rest of them in their bags.

All five have multiple deep lacerations

from a large knife.

All five have sharp force trauma
to the neck.

Yeah, so much for easing your way back in.

We have I.D.s?

Got hits from A.F.I.S.

They're veterans...

sergeant Vilmar Brazas,

specialist Douglas Kessler,

staff sergeant Vincent Morgado,

corporals Joel Moskowitz,
and Caleb Witsman.

So we got a serial killer
targeting veterans.

Yeah. The press'll be all over this.

Not just veterans.

You see this fragment? That's shrapnel.

He's got half his shoulder blown off.

They're combat veterans.

And according to their files at the V.A.,

they're all being treated for P.T.S.D.

All right, I want Curtis in charge of bugs

for time of death.

I want Ethan in charge of trace
and fluids through the lab.

- They're already on it.
- Do you have any leads?

Well, the building's
been abandoned for over a year.

We're tracking down the owner.

Any interest in knowing
who the next victim's gonna be?

Why? You got a name for us?

All five men are roughly

the same height, age, and weight.

And according to the different
stages of decomposition,

they were killed sequentially.

If I were you,

I would head to the V.A.
and find a matching description.

Whoever did this

seems to lose interest in one
and move on to the next.

- Did you find something?
- You know what I was thinking?

Maybe we should call the V. A...

and see if we get anybody
that matches that description.

You know, just in case.

Just in case.

We would've done it anyway.

Detectives?

Yeah?

They've all had their spleens removed.

You mean, like organ harvesting?

We can live just fine without our spleens.

Nobody transplants spleens.

Not to mention they wouldn't remove them

with the kind of knife that did all this.

They just picked up the building owner.

You'll let us know
if anything else comes up?

Of course.

All right, keep me updated on
everything to do with this case.

Got it?

Don't I always?

Singing again?

Sometimes I think you like bugs
more than you like me.

Because they actually do their job

and help me estimate time of death.

Ohh! Don't move!

- I'm working here, man!
- Don't move!

Excuse me, guys?

Oh, hey...

- Charlotte.
- Charlotte.

Where is Dr. Hunt?

Dr. Hunt? I've got your breakfast.

Stop!

No food in the autopsy.
You, get it out of here.

Okay. That's my bad.

I'm just not used to fetching
my M.E. breakfast.

I'm not a gofer. I'm a trained...

What does this look like to you?

Um... tissue paper?

Taken from the wall of a retroperitoneum?

I don't think so.

Want to try again?

A suture.

And from the color and texture,
we can tell what?

Um...

- It's a drug-eluting suture.
- And what does that tell us?

Um...

Look at the body.

I don't know. What does that tell you?

It tells me that you worked
in a teaching hospital

and didn't learn a damn thing.

Somewhere behind all of
this violence is a surgeon.

Start taking pictures

and send them to my office immediately.

And then ask yourself
how much more of this

you really want to take.

Five people, Mr. Foster,

all dead, in your building.

The place has been vacant for over a year.

I don't know anything. I swear.

When was the last time you were there?

A month.

No, uh, two months.

The economy's in the crapper.

I can't get anyone to bite.

You got a record.

Who, me?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

What? No, that was...

It was a beer bottle, okay?

And I was just fighting back.

Those cops were disrupting
a peaceful rally.

Antiwar rally.

What's that got to do with anything?

Flattered,

but I'm in the middle of an interrogation.

You would think this is about you.

Are you just in the habit of interrupting?

I don't work for you, Megan.

This is my investigation.
It's my interrogation.

You don't pull me out of there
for any reason.

Hey, you're the new guy here.
I come and go as I please.

- How'd you like to get arrested?
- How'd you like to solve the case?

Gee, guys.

People will start to talk.

She was just leaving.

Is that the guy who owns the building?

- Yeah, why?
- He's not the killer.

How do you know?

Because all five men had their
spleens removed surgically.

But I thought your colleague said...

I know what she said, but the knife wounds

were made to disguise
the surgical incisions.

The cavities were pretty hacked up, too.

But I managed to find a couple of things

that the killer left behind.

That is a drug-eluting suture.

It releases a combination of antibiotics

at the point of incision
to prevent infection.

So he's removing an organ
you say nobody needs

and keeping them alive
just to kill them later.

Exactly.

And that particular suture technique

is most commonly found in plastic surgery.

So you're saying our killer
is a plastic surgeon?

I'm saying that unless this guy

has had ten years of medical training,

he's not the killer.

No!

No! No! Aah!

Dr. Hunt,

preliminary times of death are consistent

with a 48-hour interval
between each murder.

Working back from the most recent one,

he's killed 'em all at lunchtime.

Any word on that foreign matter

I took off the retroperitoneum?

Uh, not yet,

but we caught a break
on the drug-eluting suture.

It's proprietary and currently
in use in a medical study.

There's only one medical center
in the city approved to use it,

and guess what.

Plastic surgery practice.

You're welcome.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Ethan.

Hmm?

Aww, poor Cheryl.

Charlotte.

Charlotte.

Damn, that was fast.

What did I tell you?

Dr. Hunt's like grappa.

She'll tear your throat out.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, how's it going with Charlotte?

Great.

Really? That's strange, because she quit.

And don't think I'm gonna
let you browbeat the next one.

I don't need an M.I.

Damn it, Megan.

You and I both know what
this is about, all right?

You don't want to let go of Peter,

and you're taking it out
on his replacement.

She was a moron.

It was her second day.

And you were supposed to be her mentor.

Do you remember when Peter first started?

Yeah, and I wanted to fire him, too.

And you know what?

I wish to God I had.

His splenic artery was transected.

You called 9-1-1. You attempted C.P.R.

There is not a surgeon in the world

who could've saved his life.

I have a lead on our killer,
so if you don't mind...

So how do you plan on
identifying this guy?

By examining his handiwork.

The suturing was left-handed.
The knot was distinctive.

It's a kind of signature.

Hold on. We can't
just walk around asking women

to lift up their shirts, can we?

You can't.

Hello, I am Dr. Hunt.

I'm with the Medical Examiner's Office.

Would you mind if I took
a look at your incisions?

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Hello. Dr. Hunt.

Nice.

Who's your surgeon?

Uh, can I help you?

Yeah, do you... do you...

do you work for Dr. Wallace?

I'm his chief nurse.

Mm-hmm. You keep his schedule?

Yes, of course.

Okay, I'm gonna need to see that.

Yvonne, what's going on?

Dr. Wallace, we're gonna
need to speak with you.

Uh, you, too, Yvonne.

What do you got against veterans, doctor?

Wh... I... I have nothing against veterans.

What are you talking about?

You got divorced about a year ago, right?

Your daughter's living
with your ex-wife now.

Yeah. That's right.

Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that.
That's gotta be tough.

But to deal with it,
you took a little trip,

and not just any trip.

You went to that Middle Eastern paradise

called Afghanistan.

That was a humanitarian mission.

Right.

It's good of you to give back.

And while there,

you were repairing the faces
of these Afghan kids

who were disfigured
in the U.S. drone strikes.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, be enough to turn anybody
against our troops, wouldn't it?

You met Dr. Wallace through

this humanitarian mission?

That's right.

And he relies on you.
He trusts you, right?

Yes, of course.

And forgive me, Yvonne,
but the problem I'm having is,

how come you can't account
for his whereabouts

every time one of these men
has been killed?

- I...
- - If it wasn't you,

then explain your fancy stitch work...

on all of our victims

or the eluting suture coated
in rifampin and minocycline

that your medical practice
is the only one in the city

approved to use.

No. There's a...

there's a... there's a secondary market

for medical supplies.

Any surgeon could get his hands
on this suture if he wanted to.

And most surgeons mimic
the closing technique

of the surgeons they trained under.

Since I went to medical school here,

I'm sure that there are plenty
of others in the area.

A... as a former surgeon,
I'm frankly surprised

you need to be told any of this.

Now am I under arrest or am I free to go?

Come on, Yvonne.

Are you telling me you haven't noticed

anything strange about
his behavior, his attitude?

I don't know anything.

You're trembling, Yvonne.

Why don't I believe you?

My husband died in Afghanistan.

That's why I volunteered
for Dr. Wallace's mission.

I just... I cannot believe that
he would ever,

ever do something like this.

Thank you, Yvonne.

So Yvonne's on our side.

She said she'll call
if she finds anything.

Finds anything? What more do you need?

I just handed you a guy with means,

motive, and opportunity...

And...

you're letting him go.

You didn't give us anything.

He explained away all the evidence.

Did you see the way
he was acting in there?

That may be enough for
the court of Megan Hunt,

but not enough for us.

Put a tail on him.

Sure.

Right after we play our hand,

he's gonna lead us to his next victim.

The guy's a butcher, Tommy.

Are you just gonna let this guy go?

They're all combat veterans.

We're not sure why they were targeted,

but we believe the killer
may be a surgeon.

I understand Dr. Hunt is on the case.

Didn't she just come back from
a forced leave of absence?

Are you questioning my judgment, Dan?

No. I'm just telling you
the stakes are higher now.

It's been quite a year for you, Kate...

the Marburg outbreak,

putting your life on the line.

It's been noticed in certain circles.

Circles that would be helpful

if you were interested in elected office.

And why would you think that?

Because you've been talking to

the same consultants I've been talking to.

We both know the second
congressional district

is up for grabs next year.

Let's not be coy with each other.

Well, then let's not be
disingenuous either.

You're the district attorney.

You've publicly expressed
your interest in that seat.

Publicly, yes. Privately, not anymore.

If I'm to play a role in the election,

I'd like it to be backing
someone I believe in.

So why should I back you, Kate?

Because I'm the best person for the job.

I'm smart, telegenic,

and I care about this city
and its suburbs.

And if this year has taught me anything,

it's to take advantage of your moment

before it's gone.

Then here's what you need to do...

spend the next six months
building yourself up,

taking the lead on high-profile cases,

honing your image as a public servant.

I think I can do that.

That you will shine on camera,
I have no doubt.

But there will be times
when your future interests

will conflict with
your current responsibilities.

Now how you handle that

will tell me all I need to know.

Sorry. I have to run.

Stay on top of this serial killer case.

Someone hacking up veterans
is bad press for all concerned.

Yeah.

You miss me already?

Wallace said that everyone

he trained with would use
the same suturing technique,

right?

Well, I am looking

at the Penn Hill Medical School web site,

and none of his fellow residents

are currently working within the area.

It's still not enough to arrest him.

No, but it's enough to get you
off your ass and watch him.

Well, it just so happens that Dr. Wallace

went straight back to his office,

and he hasn't been out since.

I thought you weren't
putting a tail on him.

Of course I put a tail on him.

He's the only lead we have.

Then why'd you give me such a hard time?

I don't know.

Why can't the eagles win a super bowl?

You really are an ass, you know that?

Boy, you got a mouth on you.

As soon as he leaves,

I want to know where he goes.

Why don't you go to the academy

earn your badge, make captain?

Then you can tell me what to do.

How about this?

Wallace has violated everything
there is to being a doctor.

All right, I promise you,

if Wallace leads us to another victim,

I'll be way too busy to call you,

but you'll be in my thoughts.

- Megan.
- What?

I got a bug.

It's one of hundreds
pulled off the victims

to establish time of death.

At first, I thought it was
one of my regular domestics,

but its lifecycle is anomalous.

So what is it?

That's the thing... I don't know.

I've never seen the damn thing before.

Then go find out.
What are you waiting for?

What do you...
Ooh.

Megan really pushes
your buttons, doesn't she?

We push each other's buttons.

I'm still waiting for the reason why.

Oh, are you?

Yeah, Lucas.

Oh, really?

You sure about that?

Huh. Okay, thank you.

So remember that list
we requested from the V. A...

veterans with the same height, same age?

Well, two weeks ago, someone
requested the exact same list.

How many on the list?

Ten.

Hi, mom.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I had to give you this permission slip

for the field trip tomorrow.

Didn't I already sign this?

Yeah, but this one will let me
go straight home from the museum

instead of having to schlep
all the way back to school.

Ah.

How are you doing, mom?

Fine.

Are you sure you're ready to be back?

Let me see your pump.

What?

Your pump. Your cartridge
looked low yesterday.

You're changing the subject.

Let me see it.

Okay.

Okay, I'll make you a deal.

I promise to stop asking

if you promise to sound super-duper happy

the next time I talk to you.

Okay?

Super-duper.

Mr. Simmons, your name's on
a list used to target veterans.

Target them for what?

Well, so far, of the ten names
on the list,

five are confirmed dead, one's missing.

Look, we don't know who's doing
the killing or why.

We're just here to tell you,
you may be in danger,

offer you police protection.

I'll be fine.

I got my own protection.

Whoa, whoa! Put the gun down.

Put it down, Mr. Simmons.

You got a license for that gun, I assume.

Oh, yeah.

It's funny, though,
you checking on my paperwork,

'cause the whole reason I joined the army

was to protect my country

from people nobody bothered checking on.

Look, we appreciate
your service, Mr. Simmons.

We're just asking you to be careful.

Let us handle the bad guys.

Oh, let you handle the bad guys?

What, you mean, like,
read them their rights,

or give them civilian trials

or apologize every time somebody
sneezes on the Koran?

Every week, I see guys like me
at the V. A...

P.T.S.D., verge of suicide...

just wishing our government
cared as much about their rights

as they do about the bad guy's rights.

If this guy comes anywhere near me,

I'll do the handling.

Oh, that would be a very bad idea.

Maybe not.

We know this guy is targeting veterans,

your name is on the list.

You can use me as bait?

Officially, we can't ask you to do that.

Who's asking? I'm there.

Just put me in front
of the son of a bitch.

I'll show you what a vet can do.

Got a cheesesteak,

extra cheesy steak, pizza steak.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

You guys hungry?
I'll spring for both of you.

Gotta spend my discharge money somehow.

No, thanks, Karl. We're good.

Let's keep an eye out, okay?

You gotta love this guy, huh?

You're awful quiet.

We're using a paranoid vet with P.T.S.D.

As bait for a serial killer.

There's not much else to say, is there?

I improvised.

Oh, right.

Oh, I forgot.

Dr. Hunt called for you earlier.

Oh, yeah. What did she say?

She said you wanted
to get married, have kids,

but, you know, it was too soon.

She was so young. You were
so poor. It was so sad.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You know I'm not gonna stop
until you tell me, right?

20 years ago,
I was working vice undercover.

I ended up getting shot.
Megan was a resident.

She stitched me up.

And?

We had a thing.

Just a thing?

Or a crazy, mind-blowing,
once-in-a-lifetime thing?

What happened?

I screwed it up.

She packed her bags,
just went back to Philly.

Now you want her back.

I didn't say that.

Oh, I would have to be one lame detective

if you had to.

Oh, guys.

You gotta taste this thing.
It's... it's awesome.

You know, I gotta get a...

Karl, you all right?

Karl! Karl!

Karl!

Karl?

Wallace went to a movie,

slipped out the back.

Our guys didn't get ahold of it
till after midnight.

Check with nurse Yvonne?

Yeah, she hasn't heard from him all night.

C.S.U.'s got zilch off the tire marks.

No traffic camera in either direction.

I served up Karl to this guy
on a silver platter.

Where the hell are you at?

What's your name, you little suckers?

The Khapra Beetle.

'Bout time I found your ass.

"Eats dried plant and animal matter,"

"including dried blood."

"Native to India."

"On the department of agriculture's"

"100 most invasive species list."

"Shipments from infested countries"...

"Are subject to customs search
and quarantine."

Hot damn.

Megan.

Have you been here all night?

I know where your killer is.

Curtis said a shipment came in
from India two weeks ago.

They quarantined containers in berth 23.

Where are you going?

Berth twenty... oh. Whoa.

No, no. You stay here.

Don't you even try to tell me what to do.

Megan, you're not armed, you're not a cop.

You take one more step, I'm
gonna handcuff you to that pole,

and you know I'll do it.

Yeah? Is that what you're into these days?

Sit tight, Megan.
I'll call you when I need you.

That's an order.

What did I tell you?

Stuff it, Tommy.

Megan.

He's dead.

This one's alive.

It's Karl.

This guy's gonna bleed out
if I don't close him up.

I'm gonna need some help here.

You're a surgeon, aren't you?

I'm not an anesthesiologist.

Tommy. Tommy, let's go.

Do your best.

Tommy.

Get down! Philly P.D.

Ah. B.P.'s crashing.

Don't you dare die on me.

- Just stay calm.
- - I'll stay calm! You don't move!

Hey!

Drop it! Drop your weapon!

It's over, doc. There's nowhere to go.

You don't understand. They made me do it.

I didn't want to help them. I had to.

Now drop your gun or I'm gonna kill him!

Yeah.

Whoa. Whew. Whew.

You okay?

Huh?!

I told you, somebody pulls a gun on you,

I'm gonna shoot 'em dead.

Well, you could've missed.

I never miss.

Early this morning,
Philadelphia police launched

a daring raid to apprehend
Dr. Harvey Wallace,

a man suspected of at least
six serial murders.

Wallace was killed in the operation,

but police managed to save
the life of his next victim,

army staff sergeant Karl Simmons,

a veteran of the war in Afghanistan.

Congratulations.

I'm impressed. You saved Karl's life.

Yeah.

I'm giving you a compliment here,

and not even in an obnoxious way.

Did Wallace say anything

before you shot him?

The usual. "It wasn't me,
they made me do it."

- They? Who's they?
- I don't know.

Little green men,
voices in his head... who knows?

There's no way one person
could run those machines

and perform surgery at the same time.

Then there's this.

Surgical mesh.

It's used for organ repair,
not organ removal.

I don't follow.

Why hack up the bodies
to hide the incisions?

What didn't he want us to know?

That he's a lunatic.

Come on, Megan.

For once in your life,
don't overthink this. I...

Ah!

Stop! No! Stop!

Don't worry.

You won't feel a thing.

Hey, Dr. Hunt.

I finally identified that foreign matter

you removed from the wall
of the retroperitoneum.

It's poly...

polytetrafluoroethylene.

Why do you always do that?

I mean, can't you just let me
give you the answer one...

Okay. I get it.

You know, but why use
surgical mesh to remove organs?

And why were they saturated in potassium?

Doesn't make any sense.

What?

What is it, this? What?

Well, thank you
for the congratulations, Dan,

but it was my team, not me.

A statement? Yeah, I think I'm
way ahead of you on that one.

Well, let's just say if you tune in

in about 15 minutes,

you'll see what shining
on camera looks like.

All right. Bye.

I strongly advise you
not to talk to the press

until we find out what's
happening with those bodies.

Okay, the police got their man.

You performed lifesaving emergency surgery

on his next victim.

The press is beating down my door.

What else could be happening?

Surgical mesh.

Their spleens were removed

so something else
could be put in their place...

something requiring surgical mesh

to attach it to the abdominal wall,

something that leaked potassium

in high enough levels to kill them.

I checked. They all had high levels.

Okay, you know that potassium levels

spike after death.

That's why it's so hard to tell
if somebody dies from it.

Dr. Murphy, they're ready
whenever you are.

Thank you.

Kate, come on.

Are you that eager
to get in front of the cameras?

You're a doctor. You're not a politician.

It's not that black-and-white.

Yes, it is.

Peter's death...

affected all of us
in different ways, okay?

I love my job. I'm proud of what I do.

But is there more for me out there?

Could I contribute in a bigger way?

I think so.

You're running for office.

Do you have any solid proof

that this guy was sewing
something into the bodies?

You're holding it.

Okay. Then I think
I'm on pretty solid ground.

They died when a madman
slit their throats. Case closed.

The other body.

Thank you.

I've prepared a brief statement,

and afterward, I will
open it up for your questions.

Recent media reports
have focused on the discovery

of multiple bodies of combat veterans

who apparently fell victim
to a serial killer.

Needless to say, this has been
my office's highest priority

since the discovery was made.

And I am proud to announce that,
with the cooperation

of the Philadelphia Police Department,

the killer has been identified
as a Dr. Harvey Wallace,

who perished in a shootout with police

before he was able to kill
his next victim.

That victim, by the way, is alive

and recovering from his wounds

thanks to the efforts
of members of this office.

We mourn the deaths
of Dr. Wallace's victims.

But mourning them isn't enough.

I personally call on
our veterans administration

and our local members
of congress to do more

to safeguard our brave soldiers
lucky enough to return alive

from the field of battle.

Thank you very much.

Dr. Murphy.

Yes.

You missed another
rousing press conference.

Who's that?

Dr. Wallace's last victim.

You need help?

I got it.

Oh, my God.

Bomb?

Hey, Lace.

Dr. Hunt?

Who is this?

You've stuck your nose
where it doesn't belong.

Now I've got your daughter,

and you're gonna do exactly what
I say or else she dies.

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