All language subtitles for Body Of Proof - 2x09 - Gross Anatomy.en

We're here today

to say thank you and farewell

to those who've given us
the ultimate gift...

their bodies.

For eight months, we've opened them,

examined and dissected them.

So to the cadavers of
the Gross Anatomy 101 class,

we say thank you.

And before we commit you
to a crematory fire,

a moment of silence.

Thanks for everything, Seymour.

(Opens zipper)

(Gasps)

Is there some final word

you'd like to say
to your cadaver, miss Mason?

Um, actually...

this isn't my cadaver.

(Megan) Lacey!

Lace, are you awake yet?

(Lacey laughing)

You can't be serious.

- There's no way he would've said that.
(Girl) - Yeah. (Laughs)

You're not even dressed?

Dad's head will fly off

if I'm late the first day
you're in charge.

School starts at 8:15, right?

But Mathletes is at 7:05.

(Inhales deeply and sighs)
Mona, can your mom swing by and pick me up?

I'll be outside in ten seconds.

Oh. Sure. No prob.

Are you wearing my lipstick?

Ew. No.

Germs aside, your stuff's
been tested on animals

and probably contains coal tar.

I only use the hypoallergenic
cruelty-free makeup.

Fine.

Gotta go. Love you, mom.

(Morris) So is this a mix-up or a murder?

- Murder.
- Mix-up.

(Indistinct conversations)

She's probably an accident
victim from the hospital wing

sent to the wrong section of the morgue.

Well, then where's Seymour?

- Who's Seymour?
- My original cadaver.

If this is a mix-up, then where's he?

We have upwards of two dozen bodies

rotating through at any given time.

It's probably just an honest mistake

by an overworked orderly.

Excuse me, dear.

Actually, it's Dr. Dear.

Uh, Dr. Megan Hunt, medical examiner,

Dr. Cameron Fischer, anatomy teacher.

And this is...

Dora. Dora Mason. Wow. Hi.

She's the one who, uh,
found the body, called it in.

(Cameron) Despite my objection.

If it isn't a mix-up, which it is,

then it's an ill-advised prank.

I've tried to teach my students
respect for these bodies,

but boys will be boys.

Mm. Maybe that's why it took a girl

to catch what you missed.

I missed nothing.

The bruising and lacerations
to the upper torso

are consistent with automobile trauma.

I see defensive wounds,

from possibly fending off a weapon.

I see wounds from bracing
against a steering wheel

on impact.

But what don't you see,
Dr. Fischer? Look hard.

I am not a pupil, Dr. Hunt.

More's the pity,
for you and your students.

Uh, excuse me. Sorry.

Resuscitation-related marks.
That's... that's what I don't see.

I don't see signs that anyone

tried to save her.

Exactly.

(Police radio chatter)

Hey.

(Sam) Hey.

Look, this girl's a straight-up Jane Doe.

Mm.

And no records in this hospital

of anyone fitting her description.

And from what I've seen
of security in this place,

anyone could've slipped a body
in here with minimal effort.

So what do you think, murder or mix-up?

I guess we'll know when
the battle of the big ego ends.

Well, I think you're wrong.

And you're entitled to your opinion.

(Indistinct conversations)

So what's up?

Is this gonna be our body or what?

Well, they're still battling it out now,

but knowing Megan, I'd say, get ready.

(Blows air)

It has the makings of
an old-school horror movie,

doesn't it?

Murder at the Med School Morgue,

a coven of killer nurses

in the basement,

virgin sacrifices on the roof.

(Laughs) That's quite an imagination.

You should put that on paper.

I'm more of a lover than a writer.

We're taking the body.

Nice catch, young lady.

Big deal. You figured out
some 20-year-old hottie

wasn't your 80-year-old cadaver.

It hardly makes you Sherlock of the year.

Actually, it kinda does.

I would like to invite you
and your friends

back to the M.E.'s Office

to see the inner workings
of a real autopsy.

- It might help fill in...
- Wow.

the gaps in your education,

and maybe you'll even get extra credit.

Oh, my gosh.

Nice.

This is my boss, Dr. Curtis Brumfield.

He's here to collect
your confidentiality agreements

and legal waivers.

Boy, fix your clothes.

Pull your mask down. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

See those stools behind you?

Stand on 'em. Go on.

They'll help you see everything

and touch nothin'.

Fall off and break your leg
if you want to.

You won't be suing today.

Okay, the bodies that you
worked on in gross anatomy

all died of natural causes.

But this...

is the real world.

Dr. Megan Hunt

performing the external exam

for the benefit of our guests

from the Penn Hill Medical School

on one Jane Doe...

caucasian, approximately...

20 years of age.

Blunt force trauma to the left flank

and the upper left abdominal quadrant.

Her hands are...

both bruised,

appear to be defensive in nature.

No rigor, so she's been dead
for over 24 hours.

Let's roll her, please.

Yes, doctor.

She has a large tattoo on her back.

Looks like it's a dragonfly.

Fixed lividity, no blanching.

And a heck of a sunburn.

(Snickers)

You. What color's her hair?

Uh, blonde.

Wrong answer. Look again.
Look at her roots.

Before she was blonde, she was a redhead,

before that, a brunette.

Color of the eyes?

(Both) Green.

Wrong again.

The correct answer is...

undetermined.

Tache noire has occurred.

- Now does anybody know what
tache noire means? - Oh.

Um, if the eyes remain open
24 hours after death,

the sclera exposed to air dries out,

resulting in a black band
in the exposed zone.

(Ethan) Excellent.

The funny thing is,

her eyes were green...

24 hours ago.

The question is,

how did you two know that?

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Original air date November 29, 2011

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Matthews, Shane.

Six infractions on your campus record

and two drunk and disorderlies
with the Metro police.

Yeah, you left out the time
my mom spanked me

for eating a cookie before dinner.

Yeah, well, I'll pencil that in
along with felony murder.

Hey, I didn't kill anyone.

Then how'd you know the girl?

Didn't know her. Didn't kill her.

That's funny, because...

Do me a favor. If I ever get shot,

and this meathead is my doctor,

just let me bleed out, please.

Don't worry. You wouldn't survive anyway.

Look at his hands. He's all thumbs.

Hardly surgeon material.

That guy is the one to crack.

His wingman.

Yeah, that's just what I'm gonna call him.

(Opens door)

Hey, wingman.

I'm nobody's wingman, dude.

Really?

What do you call it

when one guy hangs on
another guy's coat tails,

one who's a little better looking,

a little smoother with the ladies,

and doesn't mind
handing down his leftovers?

It's not... it's not anything like that.

I've looked at both your files.

Birds of a feather
get in trouble together,

except... yours has a few more entries.

Let me guess.

Shane has an indiscretion,

you take the rap for it?

Maybe you and Shane

tried to get rid
of last night's indiscretion

when this one was gonna call the cops.

That's not it at all, man.

Then what happened?
How do you know the girl?

We didn't know her.

We met her once,

months ago, at some bar off campus.

Shane came on to her, she shut him down,

and then I tried
and got shut down harder.

That piss you off?

No, man. I don't bat
a thousand every night,

so whatever.

Look, I... I don't even know her name.

I just remember her
because of her tattoo.

(Morris) You sure you haven't seen her?

She had a tattoo on her back.

You know how many blondes
with tramp stamps come in here?

I mean, I wish I could help, but...
(Chuckles)

You know, why don't you
act like a human being

and take a closer look?

Hey, look, I said I don't know the girl.

This girl changed her hair color a lot.

And she didn't have a tramp stamp.

It was an incredible tattoo
of a dragonfly

that went all the way down her back.

Okay.

Yeah, that girl I know.

Jackie something.

She worked across the street
at the limo service.

I haven't seen her in about six months,

but she used to come in here
after she'd close up.

Well, I know where we'll be
in the morning.

Hey, you.

I thought I'd make us hamburgers tonight.

Uh, no, thanks, mom. Meat is murder.

I had a salad at Mona's.

Everything in your fridge is gross.

Why do you think I went shopping?

Now I have an excuse to cook.

Mona and Suzie will be here
in a few minutes

to work on our project.

They're coming here? Great.

Then I can whip us all up something.

(Laptop chimes and beeps)

No need. They're already here.

Hey, guys.

(Girls) Hi, Lacey.

Okay. Let's go to my office.

(Sighs)

(Girls laughing over computer chat)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Ring)

(Rings and beeps)

Megan Hunt.

Dr. Hunt. Hi.

Uh, it's Dora.

Um, listen, uh, I... I just wanted
to say thank you

for being cool,

for recognizing that Shane

and Doug are morons,

for... for being an inspiration.

Gee. I didn't know I was that great.

Oh. Well, sorry.

Mom always said I was
an overly expressive intuitive.

Oh. Psychiatrist, huh?

Was.

If she were alive, she would say,

"Dora, just say thank you
and leave it at that,"

so...
(Sighs)

thank you.

You're very welcome.

Um...

You know, because of
your friends Shane and Doug,

I was not able to do
the internal exam today.

And it's scheduled
first thing in the morning.

You want to observe?

Really?

Wow.

Uh, yes. Yes, yes.

Um... thank you.
(Laughs)

Okay, fine. I will see you tomorrow.

(Man) I can't believe it.

She used to work for us,
about six months ago.

But one day, she just quit.

Her name was Jackie Johnson.

Anything you can, uh, tell us about her?

She kept to herself.

Nice girl, but quiet.

Customers liked her
because she didn't talk.

Oh, really, talking's a problem?

Our customers prefer listeners.

You wouldn't believe some of the problems

these people share with our drivers.

We call it limo therapy.

Any customer troubles in particular

that she told either one of you about?

No. No, she had enough
real troubles of her own.

She didn't talk about it much
but I got the sense

that she was...

I don't know, running from somebody.

Really?

I have an address.

It's a P.O. box, I think.

Great.

(Indistinct conversations)

You drink that slop?

I make a mean espresso.

What do you got against instant, huh?

Let's just say, I like to grind.

(Chuckles)

What? I'm just sayin'.

I think I know what you're saying, Dani.

Whew.

'Cause my little
double entendre generator

was almost out of gas.

Okay, uh...

I have to say no.

No?

Dating a coworker is a bad idea.

Four good reasons why. Go.

First it's hot, then it gets messy,

and then it ends,
and then it gets even messier.

Too bad.

Could've been fun.

Hey, Dr. Murphy.

Didn't come here to eavesdrop.

I was on a cookie hunt.

That's a cute girl.

But you did the right thing.

Take it from me,

keep the personal life out of the office.

Dr. Megan Hunt

performing an autopsy on Jackie Johnson

with Dr. Dora Mason observing.

(Footsteps approach)

Oh, and here's my other boss,

Dr. Kate Murphy.

We're not in trouble, are we?

On the contrary,

it gets to be a bit
of a boys' club around here,

so this is nice to see for a change.

You're from, uh, the med school, right?

I know your anatomy instructor...

Fischer.

He can be a bit intense with the ladies.

(Dora) If you're his type.

If you're me, he doesn't know you exist.

Frankly, I don't know which is worse.

Ew.

What's that, uh, grape smell?

That's some kind of infection.

I'm gonna have to suction the
blood out to find out. (Gurgling)

We'll get Ethan to take

a sample to the lab for a Gram stain.

(Gurgling continues)

Oh, check out that uterus.

It's lumpy and enlarged.

Diagnosis, doctor?

Uh, fibroids?

A leiomyoma, maybe?

Wow. She's so pretty.

Why would someone do this?

Dr. Murphy likes us
to find out the how first.

And here we go.

Likely cause of death...

blunt force trauma

with lacerations to the spleen.

That's a horrible painful way

for a young girl to die.

You okay?

Yeah.

Detective, we started
on Jackie without you.

That isn't Jackie.

Jackie Johnson is a fake name.

Tried to find her
social security records,

turns out, she doesn't have any.

The limo service was
paying her under the table.

All right, so who is she, then?

Well, that's the question of the hour.

I tracked her address down
through a P.O. box.

Bud and I are about to check it out.

- Do you want to come?
- Yes.

Can you finish up for me?

Of course.

I'll meet you in the lobby.

You stay in the break room
till I get back.

Oh, but can I stay here?

No. I'm responsible for you.

And do not touch anything.

(Creaks)

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(Footsteps approach)

Yes?

May I help you?

(People speaking indistinctly)

Kate.

(Clicks pen)

My star pupil.

Still smart, still sexy,

and now running the show.
I'm proud of you.

- It's not a reunion, Cam.
- Okay.

What is it, then?

(Scoffs)

When I was in this very room,

I remember...

all too well that you had a type.

I was your type.

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

And you crossed a line.

And you've been holding that in

for 16 years?

I have a girl on a slab...

a pretty blonde girl...

a girl that you swear ended up
in your morgue by mistake.

She's your type, too.

So I came here to ask you one question.

Did you kill her?

I'm flattered you think I'm still capable

of wooing a girl that age.

Don't be. I also think
you could've killed her.

You've got access to this place
at all hours.

And... I like blondes?

(Laughs) Come on, Kate.

I'd put her time of death at what,

Tuesday night between 8:00 and 12:00?

Sorry to disappoint you,

but I have an alibi for that night.

Let me guess. A woman.

Three, actually.

These ladies and I

were in Chicago Tuesday,

presenting a panel on...

degenerative changes to the metatarsal

in women over 50.

(Indistinct conversations)

Well, thank you.

(Siren whoops)

Landlord said she'd been here
for six months,

since she left the limo service.

Looks like she was getting
ready to flee here, too.

Maybe whomever she was running
from caught up with her.

Mm-hmm.

You know, she has
a whole house to herself.

She quit her job.

How could she afford this?

What we need now is a real I.D.

Do those things have a name on them?

No, labels removed.
Found 'em under the sink.

They look like generic antibiotics.

(Sighs) You find something?

Yeah. C.S.U.'s recovered
several small hairs

around the kitchen area.

Could be Jackie's.

Could be the killer's.

- Get 'em all to the lab, please.
- Sure.

(Dani) What is it?

Uh, it's... it's a slide
from our mystery girl...

(Dramatic voice)
from the med school morgue.

- Mm-hmm.
(Normal voice) - Yeah.

From the smell,

I think it's a waterborne
pseudomonas infection.

Huh?

But she wasn't found in water.

- Aha.
- Our mystery deepens.

Indeed, it deepens.

Hey, so...

I was waiting on Dr. Hunt to come back,

but obviously, she forgot about me.

But I was hoping that I could get

one last look at that body I found.

- I know that that sounds really weird.
(Dani) - Trust me.

This is the one place where that
doesn't even approach weird.

Uh, no, no, no, no, no.

I can't. Dr. Hunt would kill me.

Come on. What are you, a man or a mouse?

Let the girl see the body.

Catch you later, doc.

Catch you... later.

Please.

Huh?

I have a theory.

Oh, God.

Okay, look, the more that I think about it,

the more that I think that
my classmate Shane

may have had something to do with this.

This is weird.

I mean, there are no signs of slippage,

but there's all this discoloration.

Megan must have missed this
in her report.

They look green.

Yeah, they do. What is that?

What are you doing?

I thought I told you
to wait in the break room

and touch nothing.

- Oh, she didn't touch...
- And you!

...much.

When did you think this was a good idea?

We found something wrong
in the left axilla...

Do you realize that if you
allow her to touch the body,

you compromise our findings?

- But listen, I think Shane...
- No, no, I didn't...

This is not a school project.

This is a human being.

You mess up in class,
you get a "B" minus.

You mess up in here, a killer goes free.

Right.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Get back up on that stool.

If you knew what you were doing,

you'd know it was her lymph node.

Ah.

It's green tattoo ink.

Tattoo ink?

(Mouths word)

A lymph node

can be a trap for foreign particles.

It's not unusual to find
tattoo ink in it.

However,

what's strange is the color.

Let's flip the body.

Yep.

I don't see any green.
Her tattoos are black.

Give me the A.L.S.

Here you go.

That looks like a Celtic knot.

There's some kind of name.

Ronan?

Oh, yeah, Ronan.

They're a... a local Irish rock band.

That's their logo. Wow.

- She must be a hard-core fan.
- Shh.

Ooh. Do you guys think that maybe

- it has something to do with...
- You know what I think?

I think it's time for you to go.

And you can show her out.

Okay.

(Whispers) Let's go. Let's go.

- Hey.
(Girl) - Hi, Lacey. Are you logged on?

Yeah, I'm gonna log on.
Hold on one second.

Lacey, hurry up.

I'm messaging her. I'm trying, okay?

Okay. What's taking so long?

Seriously.

(Laughs) I'm a slow typer.

I thought the history test
today was so hard. Crazy.

Yeah, I thought so, too.

(Clicking keyboard keys)

I know.

- Mom!
- Tomorrow night,

you, me, dinner.

No cell phones, no laptops,
no webcams, just family.

They can still hear you.

I don't care. Give me your answer.

Fine. Just... tomorrow night. Just family.

Hi, girls.

I'm sorry.

(Rock music playing)

(Music stops)

Yeah.

Ronan Gallagher?

(Irish accent) Her name's Jackie O'Shay.

Who was she, your number one fan?

You could say that. We've...

been together on and off since...

we were 16.

Childhood sweethearts.

Jackie may have stayed sweet,
but you sure didn't.

I've seen your record.

It's as far from sweet as it gets.

Grew up among some bad people.

You stay long enough, it rubs off on you.

Jackie didn't want to be around it,

so one day, she left.

When was the last time you talked to her?

About a year ago now.

Why'd she go so far
as to change her name,

erase yours?

Look, maybe you can't understand this,

but Jackie wasn't running away from me.

She was running away from her old life,

from people who didn't think
she could be anything more

than what she was.

Well, I can understand that.

She wanted to go where
she could start fresh.

What about you? Did you try to follow?

Yeah, I got cleaned up.

It took me almost a year.

Tried to find her, and...

show her how much I'd changed,

but it's like she dropped
off the face of the Earth.

I've left messages for her everywhere,

everywhere I could think of.

I guess she never got them.

Or she did,

and it was her clue
to pick up and run again.

Maybe so.

But either way...

I never saw her.

And now the best thing in my life is gone

for good.

I can tell, you believe this guy.

Well, my gut says, yeah.

(Chuckles) Why is it all this emo,
bad-boy rocker stuff

works on you women?

Wait a minute. I'm not saying
he didn't kill the girl.

I'm just sayin', he loved her.

Oh.

Now let's go check his alibi.

(Elevator bell dings)

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Doors close)

No hard feelings, huh?

About what?

Our conversation yesterday.

Consider it forgotten, dude.

(Sighs)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

Call me or mom again,

and you'll be picking up
your teeth with broken fingers.

Uh...

who was that?

(Sighs)

My dad.

I don't talk to anyone like that,

just so you know.

Just him.

He left when I was 5,

crapped all over my mom,
and then he found God.

Just 'cause God forgave him
doesn't mean we have to.

(Chuckles)
Which means I'm pretty much going to hell,

as far as my dad is concerned.

That sounds like a bad
situation. I'm sorry.

(Ding)

(Doors open)

Catch you later.

(Sighs)

So where's your protege?

She broke the rules.

Oh, so she did learn something
from you while she was here.

(Singsongy) At least I answer my phone.

Oh, sorry.

I went to see Dora's
gross anatomy professor

to see if he knew
more than he was letting on.

(Normal voice) By yourself,

without police backup?

Wow.

I guess someone else
is taking lessons from me.

Okay.

Look at this.

What is it?

It's a slide from Jackie's uterus.

The leiomyoma looks benign,

but it's inflamed as hell.

Yeah, but remember how
misshapen Jackie's uterus was?

It wasn't the leiomyoma that caused it.

It was diffusely infected. It's weird.

(Curtis) I got your weird right here.

Some of that hair is Jackie's.

Some of it is half Jackie's.

Could it be parents or a sibling?

Or a baby.

Oh.

Her uterine infection was hiding

all the normal postpartum identifiers.

She could have given birth
four to six weeks ago.

Well, then where the hell
is Jackie's baby?

Can you please tell me how you all missed

that this girl had a baby?

She was 22 years old.

The body can bounce back
after four to six weeks,

except for the uterus,

and her other conditions masked it.

Her nearest neighbors
were two doors down,

and they didn't see or hear a baby.

And there's no record of her giving birth

in a hospital under either name.

So she had a baby
completely off the grid?

(Megan) Wait a minute.

Jackie had a pseudomonas infection.

It's usually contracted in water

and often occurs in water births.

So maybe

Jackie gave birth at home
with the help of a midwife?

If she wanted to stay off grid,
it'd be the way to go.

Give birth at home,

and a midwife doesn't have
to file a birth certificate

for five days.

My wife has looked into all of this.

Okay, I'll comb the midwife registry.

I should be able to narrow it down.

And Curtis is working on isolating

the possible murder weapon.

And I will get the lab
to do a D.N.A. profile

on the baby's father.

Right now, we have to assume
that whoever killed the mother

snatched the child.

So if we find the killer,
we find the baby.

Yes, I met with Jackie
in her last trimester

until after the birth.

Was it a difficult birth?

18 hours.

When did you last speak with her?

About six weeks ago.
The baby was colicky,

so I dropped by with one of my tinctures.

That helps with colic?

And what is in that?

My special mixture of chamomile,

licorice, and menthol.

Two drops on baby's tongue, twice a day.

I gave Jackie enough to last
a couple of months.

Told her to show the adoptive parents,

or at least her broker,
how and when to apply it.

She was giving the baby up for adoption?

She'd planned to,

but you should've seen her
when she looked at her baby.

She was having second thoughts. Here.

I took a picture.

Do you happen to remember
the name of the agency?

She never said.

(Telephone receiver clatters)

(Sam) I've talked to

every adoption agency
in the Philadelphia area.

They all say the same thing...

any prospective donor has to
go through prenatal screening.

And Jackie didn't.

No. This birth was off the grid,

and I'm telling you,
that adoption wasn't legal.

What are those?

Unis canvassed the area
around Jackie's house

for possible murder weapons.

These are just from
the first square block.

(Cell phone rings)

Oh. (Beeps)

Morris.

Oh, hello, Dr. Brumfield.

Elongated, wooden, and black?

Hold on.

I got a baseball bat
matching that description.

(Door opens)

No, Bud, I'm home.

Ethan is at the office
waiting on the weapon's analysis

from the crime lab.

He will stay there all night if he has to.

Okay. All right. Bye.

(Laughter and indistinct talking)

I thought we said no computers.

But you did say just family,

and grandma's family.

Hello, mother.

Sounds like you two are having fun.

What am I missing?

Oh, I was just telling Lacey
about living with you

when you were her age.

(Chuckles) Great.

Did you know that your mother
used to bring home dead birds

and keep them in the freezer
to study them?

Ew. That's disgusting.

Mom...

I didn't know whether she'd
end up being a doctor

or a serial killer.
(Laughs)

The jury was out there for a while.

(Lacey laughing)

(Chuckles)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Ring)

(Beeps)

(Dora) Oh, please don't

hang up on me, Dr. Hunt.

Okay, uh, I found

my original cadaver Seymour.

Good for you. Better yet,

good for Seymour, but I really have to go.
(Laughs)

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Listen...

I think that I might have found something.

(Zipper opens)

(Sighs) Meet Seymour.

I was so focused on the murder,

that I forgot about him.

Where'd you find Seymour?

Hospital morgue.

I mean, eventually, they
would've realized the mistake,

but that could've taken months.

So what did you want to show me?

Okay, well, when I prepped him
for cremation,

I tied the extremities
in a simple granny knot.

That... that is not my knot.

It's a nice sailor knot.

Okay. Check this out.

(Opens zipper)

Huh. Whose cadaver is this?

My classmate,

Shane Matthews.

I met that girl once.

I didn't sleep with her,
I didn't get her pregnant,

and I didn't kill her.

But we know you switched the bodies.

We found your D.N.A. on the ropes used

to tie up your classmate's cadaver.

Dora probably planted it.
She's always had it out for me.

- Or she's always had your number.
- Whatever.

I have an alibi. Yeah.

That's right.

Ten people know where I was
and what I was doing

when that girl died.

(Indistinct conversations)

Why is he leaving?

He alibied out.

Witnesses put him at the school library

until after Jackie's time of death.

My gut says, he's the killer.

But the facts say...
(Cell phone rings)

he can't be.

Morris.

Shane might not have killed her,

but I bet you, he switched those bodies.

Then he's in cahoots with the killer.

What about his buddy Doug?

Don't you worry.

I'm digging deeper into that alibi, too.

That was Curtis.

We got blood evidence
off the baseball bat.

It's our murder weapon.

Any prints or D.N.A. on the handle?

D.N.A., and on a hunch,

he ran it against the baby hair samples

we found at Jackie's house.

Guess what.

Jackie's killer and the father
of Jackie's baby

are one and the same.

Well, we get a match
in the D.N.A. database?

Mm-hmm.

Your bad-boy rocker...
Jackie's ex, Ronan Gallagher.

We ran your D.N.A. against
your ex-girlfriend's baby.

Guess what.

You're the father.

Wait. Jackie was... was pregnant?

Come on.

You knew she was pregnant.

Oh, look, look, I... I get it.

If it was my wife,
and she was taking my baby,

not only that, she was giving
it away to somebody else,

I would take a bat and I would
beat her to death with it.

I gave her that bat
years ago, for protection.

She must have held on to it.

Was it a boy or a girl?

Was it a boy...

or a girl?

It was a girl.

Where is she?

(Voice breaks) Did someone hurt her?

We're looking for her now.

Can I talk to you outside, please?

Look, you want to clue me in
on the routine

we're running here... bad cop/daddy cop?

I have a gut feeling.

(Chuckles) Oh, really?

Now who's falling for
the bad-boy rocker routine?

I don't think he did it.

(Scoffs)

(Footsteps approach)

Hello there.

I really upset you last night, didn't I?

No, I must have, or you wouldn't have

turned around and left so quickly.

I can't believe you told her
the bird-in-the-freezer story.

What I said to her

was that you have been
who you are for a long time.

Oh, so I'm intractable.

- That's... (Chuckles) that's a good lesson.
- No.

You're committed,

you have a good heart,

you want to know how things work

from the inside out,

and I see the same things in Lacey...

and myself.

(Knock on door)

Can I talk to you?

(Joan) It's okay.

I said what I came to say.

(People speaking indistinctly)

My gut says, the boyfriend's innocent.

And what does Sam say?

That I'm crazy, that his
D.N.A. is on the murder weapon,

that his alibi doesn't exonerate him,

that he has motive to kill
Jackie and kidnap his kid.

Huh. Is that all? Hmm.

(Knock on door)

Dr. Hunt.

You can stop it with the sad clown face.

(Laughs)

I trust your gut, partner,

and my own.

So I dug into Shane's background again.

Guess where he used to work.

Jackie's last workplace.

The limousine service.

Bingo.

I've never seen him before, but...

this place has the highest turnover.

Ask Mitch. He's been here the longest.

Yo, Mitch.

Come here for a sec.

Know this guy?

(Power tools whirring)

No.

I've never seen him before.

Hmm. That's odd,

considering he's your brother.

What?

Brachydactyly type D,

also known as clubbed thumbs.

Siblings share it.

You have it, and so does Shane.

The only question is,

what did you do with Jackie's baby

after you killed her and had
your brother dump the body?

(Chuckles)

Listen...

I don't know what you...

(Sam grunts)

Ah! Ahh.

(Pants)

(Handcuffs click)

Where is she, Mitch?

Hmm?

Where is that little baby that
has no one left in the world

because you killed her mother?

Or should I amend the charge

to double homicide?

I'm saying nothing, man.

He hasn't lawyered up,

but he sure as hell clammed up.

What did that midwife say
she gave the baby

to keep her quiet?

Chamomile, licorice and mint.

You might not want to talk
to this detective here... (Door closes)

but let me tell you

a couple of things that he already knows.

You killed Jackie,

and your brother disposed of the body.

But something happened in between.

You saw that baby,

Jackie's daughter,

alone, crying out for her,

and you had to shut her up.

That rash on your hand?

I think you're having
an allergic reaction

to chamomile.

That tells me something.

You're not a baby killer.

You gave that baby chamomile,

mint, and licorice.

Jackie must have showed you how to do it.

You took her medicine when you left,

and you have been giving it to her,

I would say,

up until...

two hours ago.

You have that baby.

I know you do.

And you've kept her safe.

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales)

So I drive...

these rich sons of bitches around for...

years.

I put my brother through medical school.

They're not all bad.

There's this couple.

The husband, he's a nice guy,
and the wife, she's...

she's a nice lady.

I drive her because
she's losing her eyesight.

And they want to have kids, but he can't.

And the adoption agencies
keep turning 'em down

because of her condition.

That's... that's... that's not fair.

And one day, I find Jackie,

and she's puking in the toilet,

and she's pregnant, and...

she can't tell the father,
and she can't afford to keep it.

Everybody wins.

So, yeah, I hooked it up.

I mean, Jackie quit her job,
the couple paid for everything...

bills, rent.

All she has to do is keep herself healthy,

just until the baby comes.

She gets paid, you get paid,

your brother's medical school bills

vanish overnight.

And then what happened?

Jackie wants to keep the baby.

(Sighs)
She gets an e-mail from the father,

saying he's... cleaned up his act,

maybe they can be together.

And then, man, I'm desperate.

So I break in.

I just want the baby,

to give to the couple,
like we all talked about.

And then Jackie, she wakes up, you know,

and she comes at me,
and she's got a baseball bat,

and I'm... and I... I...
so I take it away from her,

and she... I... you know, I hit her?

I don't... (Sighs)

Oh.

(Sniffles)

(Crying)

Where's the baby now?

Philly P.D.!

(Baby crying)

(Crying continues)

(Crying)

(Whispers) Yes. Shh.

Shh.

(Fusses)

You're gonna be good at this.

(Coos)

(Knocks on door)

(Fussing)

(Crying)

Shh.

(Continues crying)

(Fusses)

(Crying)

(Elevator bell dings)

(People speaking indistinctly)

You going out?

Going to a party.

(Doors close)

(Sighs)

Yep. This silence would've
been really awkward

if we had slept together.

(Both chuckle)

How are things with your dad?

Thanks for asking.

Um, still going to hell, apparently.

Me, too.

Hello, Dora.

Hi, Dr. Hunt. You're... you're busy.

I figured.

I just...

wanted to say thank you.

No, you're very welcome, Dora.

Um, Shane is in custody.

Your crazy theory turned out
to be not so crazy.

You know, you could be good at this.

Have you ever thought about specializing

in forensic pathology?

No, um, you know,

I was actually thinking psychiatry.

Huh.

Yeah.

I want to know what makes people
like Shane do what they do.

(Whispers)
No cell phones.

Like mother, like daughter I guess.

I guess so.

Stay in touch.

- Bye.
- Bye.

(Beeps)

Is that popcorn I smell?

Air popped. No salt.

I'm in...

with salt.

No friends tonight?

No, just you and me...

and Robert Pattinson.

(Both laugh)

Go, team Edward.

Exactly.
(Laughs)

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