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(Sean Kingston)
♪ We like to sleep all day ♪

♪ and party all night ♪

♪ this is how we like to live our life ♪

So where y'all going?

Uh, well, we aren't sure exactly.

Are you guys on vacation?

- We're on our honeymoon.
(Giggles) - For real?

- Mm-hmm.
- Then let me hook you up with a little

highlight reel. You got
your Old City District,

Penn's Landing, Independence Hall,

but I'm gonna swing out
to the love park first.

Kick that honeymoon in gear.

Hey! (Laughing)
(Laughs)

(Continues laughing)

Sir?

Sir, are you okay?

(Tires screech)

What?

(Horn honks) Sir.

- Ben. Ben! Aah!
- Aah!

(Tires screech)

(Horns honk)

Whoa!

(Tires screech)

(Man) Oh!

(Woman) Help! Help 'em!

(Man) Come on! Let's try to help 'em!

(Man) Call 9-1-1!

(Man) Get that door open!

(Woman) Did you see that?

(Woman shouts indistinctly)

(Keys jangle)

Lacey, breakfast!

I got bagels and that
raspberry smoothie you like.

Uh, dear, you should know
better. Teenagers need protein.

Why are you already here?

The train doesn't leave for hours.

Well, it's not like
I have a job to go to.

Plus, I'm already packed.
We could've made the 8:00.

I had to stop by the office
and tie up some loose ends.

I don't want to anything
to ruin our girls weekend.

New York is gonna be so sick.

"Sick" means "good,"

which as a doctor,
I find particularly disturbing.

Well, you see, this is why I need

to spend more time with Lacey.

If I'm going to stay viable
in this job market,

I'm going to have to young down
and hip the hell up.

Oh, my God.

I'm showing grandma
how to use social networking.

Everyone's life is online now.

Yeah, for work and for dating.

My friend Sylvia instant messaged her way

to a third husband, you know?

Did they have cyber sex, too?

This whole romance-by-technology
thing is too weird.

I'm gonna stick with
the old-fashioned method,

thank you very much.

It's been working so well for you.

(Chuckles)
(Cell phone rings)

Ah.

(Ring)

Oh, damn it.

Don't worry. We're gonna make the train.

Megan Hunt.

(Police radio chatter)

(Morris) Just make sure
there's no gates over there.

(Man) Yes, sir.

Well, look at you.

Somebody better turn
that frown upside down.

Zip it, flatfoot. I'm grumpy.

You're usually snow white.

Cab driver lost consciousness
at the wheel.

His passengers.

Where's the driver?

Recovering. The medics say
he had a petit mal seizure.

He slammed into a guy
named Joey Jablonsky,

in town from Baltimore.

Then he's the victim?

No. The only thing he's got is a sore attitude.
(Handcuffs click)

(Speaks indistinctly)
Well, what the hell am I doing here?

Good morning, sunshine.

Better glove up. Our little
accident uncovered a murder.

(Peter) Possible through and through.

A bullet entered the chest
and exited his back.

No spatter in the car,
so he wasn't shot in the trunk.

There's also a smudge on his pants leg.

Yeah, there's no I.D., but he
has some identifying marks.

He has a mole on his cheek

and he has a birthmark on his neck.

I'm gonna get some prints and I'll run it

through missing persons.

And there goes New York.

Look, I am just as bothered
by all of this as you are.

The only thing that bothers me is,

if you hadn't gotten rear-ended,

you might've gotten away with murder.

Oh, come on.
Do I look like the kind of guy

that would do something like that?

Yeah, you kinda do.

Look, look, I... I drove into town
yesterday morning from Baltimore

to... to drum up some sales,

because I own a restaurant
supply business,

and sales have been way down,
so I wanted to meet

some of my clients face-to-face
so I could...

Look, I appreciate the bio,
but can you get back to

the whole "you killed a man" thing?

No. No. I... no, I know. That's
what I'm trying to tell you.

I... I haven't opened the trunk of my car

since... since I checked into
my hotel yesterday morning.

Okay, s... somebody else
put the body there.

And where would that have happened?

Beats me. I don't know. I mean,
I... I drove all over the city.

I... I went to bars, hotels,
restaurants, wholesalers.

Not a damn bite, by the way,
I mean, I thought this was

supposed to be
the city of brotherly love.

Hey, I'm not the one driving around

with a corpse in my trunk, Baltimore.
It wasn't me.

Well, until this thing is sorted
out, you're sticking around.

And I want a list of every place
you've parked your car.

(Crying) That's my husband.

That's Kyle.

Would you like to...

(Exhales deeply)

(Sniffles)

Last time I saw him...

(Sniffles) was yesterday morning

when he was leaving for work.

He was an architect...

for the Brand Design Group.

He left me a voice mail after lunch.

He said... (Sighs deeply)

(Cries)

he said that he was leaving work early,

but then he never came home.

(Sobs)

(Gasps)

Oh. (Gasps)

My baby...

she just kicked...

(Sobs) for the first time.

Okay.

(Continues crying)

(Morris)
Thank you for your time, Mr. Brand.

Please, anything I can do to help.

Kyle was killed yesterday afternoon,

and his wife said
that he left work early.

Do you have any idea
where he might've gone?

I'm sorry. M...
maybe I'm not understanding.

Why would I know where he was going?

Well, I'm not being accusatory,
Mr. Brand...

Listen, this economic downturn
hit my firm really hard.

I wish I coulda helped more people

transition out of the company, but...

Wait. Transition out of here?

Kyle. I had to lay him off.

Yeah, he hasn't worked here in a year.

For a year? Where was
he going all that time?

Why was he lying to his wife?

Maybe he was a bigamist or a spy.

Or a bigamist spy.

Two identities, two families,

in a polyamorous world
that time forgot...

(Clicks tongue, normal voice)
I sent his clothes off to trace.

Maybe we can find out
what he swiped on his pant leg.

Maybe it came from the crime scene.

The one you haven't found yet?

(Camera shutter clicks)
(Peter chuckles)

There is something stuck

between his lower right central
and lateral incisor.

A bit of his last meal, perhaps?

And there's a patterned band of
broken capillaries right there.

It may be from a support belt.
I mean, maybe he had a bad back.

Or maybe from doing some heavy lifting.

He's got calluses on his fingers.

Not exactly the workplace
injuries of an architect.

Nor is this... laceration.

It could be a stab wound.

- Let's roll him.
- Yeah.

Oh, wow.

Look at that abrasion collar.
(Camera shutter clicking)

The exit wound is shored.

Well, that would only happen

if something hard was pressed
against him when he was shot.

Like if he was lying on the pavement.

(Object rattles)

Ooh. What do you know?

Drop him.

Huh.

Gentlemen, we have a through
and through and through.

The round entered his chest,
exited his back,

ricocheted off something hard,

and then reentered the body.

What is that lodged in the bullet?

Is that a... rock?

That is not just any rock.

That, detective, is your crime scene.

(Fabric snaps)

Body of Proof 2x15 - Occupational Hazards
Original air date February 21, 2012

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Kyle was laid off a year ago?

I'm afraid so. His boss
Harvey Brand confirmed it.

But why wouldn't he tell me?

What was he doing all this time?

Well, that's what we're
trying to figure out.

Has your financial situation
changed at all

in the past year?

Yes. Um, when we found out
about the baby,

I stopped working.

Kyle told me not to worry,

and our bills always got paid.

(Megan) Mindy, Kyle had
suffered a lifting injury.

Did he work out a lot?
Did he lift weights?

No. I mean, he cared about his health,

but he didn't smoke, he didn't drink.

He also had a severe cut on his arm.

Do you know how that happened?

I must seem like

the most oblivious person
on earth right now.

All I can say is,

Kyle was my rock.

He was up at 7:00
and he left for work at 8:00

and was home every night for dinner.

I knew him to be kind,

thoughtful, trustworthy.

But now after what you're telling me...

(Sighs)

I guess I didn't really know him at all.

Curtis, what are we looking at?

Uh, Gabrielle Diaz, 19,

a possible drug overdose.

White powder was found on
her nostrils and philtrum,

empty vials nearby.

Press is gonna eat that up, too.

Her daddy's the dean
of Dexter University.

Yeah.

Hold up.

You already got a call
about this, didn't you?

Antonio Diaz is a close associate

of Health Commissioner Travers.

The one who appointed you chief.

Let me guess. I'm off the case.

- Curtis, you understand...
- I understand nothing.

I can do the job just fine,

high-profile or no profile.

I've got a spotlight
following me at every turn,

so the longer I can tap dance
without missing a step,

the longer this department
can act with autonomy.

Mm-hmm.

(Object clatters)

(Indistinct conversations)

Oh, Dr. Hunt. I checked with P.D.

There's still no word on our crime scene.

They have had that evidence for hours.

Yeah, but it was just a pebble.

But they're always after me
about finding cause of death.

I have found a whole lot more
with a whole lot less.

Uh, I do have photos from lab, though.

Looks like the underside of the pebble

is covered with some kind of
yellow reflective paint.

You mean the kind of paint that
the city uses for the streets?

Or crosswalks. Or lane dividers.

Yeah.

So maybe Kyle was laying
in the street when he was shot.

You know, that guy Joey Jablonsky

wrote down all the places
he parked in town.

Unless we can match one of
those locations to the pebble,

we don't have a crime scene.

Do me a favor.

I know, I know. Stay on them.

Just because you do your job

doesn't mean other people do theirs.

I really hate being quoted
back to myself.

I'm so sorry.

Okay.

(Joan) That little liar!

You know all that grief
your mother gave us

over social networking?

Well, not only does she have a profile,

but she's logged in.

No way.

If she friends me, I'll die.

Now be kind.

She listed her hobbies as...

"neuroscience, solitaire,"

"and aggressive political discourse."
(Laughs)

She's gonna need all the friends she can get.
(Message alert blurps)

(Lacey) A friend request?

(Clicks mouse)

(Lacey) Who's that?

Yum, yum.

Ooh, and so young.

Grandma.

Accept. (Chimes)

(Laughs) You are totally evil.

(Laughs)

Do you know how many relationships

I've had to facilitate
for her over the years?

(Blurps)

Oh, my God.

"Oh, my God" is right.

He's gorgeous

and very complimentary.

(Keyboard keys click)

Will you stop that?
We're gonna miss our train.

No parent can ever stop
giving their child guidance,

no matter how old they are.

Give me five minutes.

(Sighs)

(Keyboard keys clicking)

(Clears throat)

Hey, Sam.
(Cell phone beeps)

Please tell me this is the crime scene.

Megan's texted me a thousand times.

Jablonsky parked
at 18 different locations.

We've searched six. So far, nothing.

I just got a call on the way over.

Guess who's name showed up
on a police report

three days ago.

Kyle Harrison.

Really? What happened?

He got into a fight with a man
named Sal Rubenstone

at a house in Upper Darby.

Maybe that's how he got cut.

What was the fight about?

I don't know, but sal has
recently done time

for robbery and two
drunk and disorderlies.

Doesn't take much for him to anger up.

Mm. Let's bring him in.

(Morris) Bar fights, robbery...

you might want to find a new way

to channel that anger there, Sal.

It's been a rough year.

Little rougher for Kyle Harrison

since he's dead.

How'd you know him?

We worked together at Brand Design.

I was a construction foreman.

(Clears throat)

When we both got the shaft,
we jumped around a lot,

found it hard to find solid work.

So when I got a job last month
at a moving company,

I recommended him.

Oh, calluses, support belt...
Kyle worked as a mover.

Eviction service provider, actually.

You see, a bank forecloses on a house,

owner doesn't want to leave,
they get forcibly evicted.

We come in, remove their property.

That's charming.

Why'd you two get in a fight?

Sometimes when we take out the stuff,

there ain't no one there to claim it.

What, the bank's gonna care?

So you were stealing?

Couple things.

Anyway, Kyle found out about it
and got all self-righteous.

We got into it, and he got
sliced with my box cutter.

That's it.

That was an accident, though, right?

That's right.

Come on, Sal.

Last week a box cutter. This week a gun.

I know what you're getting at,
but that ain't it.

Kyle was good people.

There ain't no job worth that.

Cocaine?

Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, please
accept my deepest condolences.

I knew Gabriella was having problems.

But nothing like this.

(Antonio) I enrolled her at Dexter.

Thought the environment
would motivate her.

So busy taking care
of other people's children,

I neglected my own daughter.

I may not deserve it,

but I'm going to ask for your discretion.

I would appreciate it if you
would keep this from the media.

Rest assured, I'm going to
place a security hold

on the autopsy records.

This is and will remain a private matter.

(Elevator bell dings)

(British accent) Hey, Megan.

Yes. Can I help you?

It's me, Aidan.

Aidan Welles.

Uh, yeah, hey. Hey, Aidan. How you doing?

I'm sorry to pop by like this.
You probably think I'm crazy.

(Indistinct conversations)

Oh, my God. Aidan.

- The... the landscape guy.
(Laughs) - Yeah.

Wow. How many years?

Look, I'm just gonna be straight with you

because, uh, well, hell, why not?

I know we were talking about
getting dinner soon,

but I've always been
a "why not now?" kind of a guy.

Uh, I'm sorry. Dinner? When did we...

I pushed it. Damn it. I did.

Um, I guess I just got a vibe earlier

when we were talking online.

We didn't...

Oh, my God. They didn't.

Oh, my...

No, that... that person
that you were talking to,

- that was not me.
- It wasn't?

No, not me.

Well, who... (Laughs)
Well, then who was it?

(Chuckles)
Let's just say that when I find out,

my family tree will be missing a limb.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Right. Um...

well, then I'm... I'm just gonna...

- I'm gonna back away...
- Uh, yeah.

Slowly.

Mm.

Mm. I thought that was
probably too good to be true.

What... was?

Oh, uh, well...

I really liked you back then,
when we met.

And, uh, hearing that
you were single again

kind of kick-started my day.
Regardless...

(Ding)

It was lovely seeing you again,

and I'll... I'll be on my merry way.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Oh, you know...

(Ding)
you came all this way.

There... there's no reason why
we... we couldn't have dinner.

I mean, I could meet you somewhere.

Yeah?

- Yeah.
- You sure?

- Sure.
- I wouldn't want to twist

your arm or anything.
(Megan laughs)

Okay, then. How about Nick's on Central?

My favorite spot in the city.

Okay. 7:00.

Tomorrow.

7:00.

(Chuckles)

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Check you out.

Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt
your romantic interlude.

It was not romantic.

Really? Neither is this.

The trace you found
on Kyle Harrison's pants?

We got the results. It's adipocere.

- Adipocere?
- Mm-hmm.

That's saponified fat tissue.
It's decomposition.

Kyle was in contact with a dead person.

So that means

there is another body out there.

Hey, don't you ever answer your texts?

Not when you write in all capitals.

It's like yelling. It's rude.

It's emphatic.

Kyle Harrison had adipocere
on his pants leg.

- Adipo-what?
- It's an organic substance

formed by the anaerobic
bacterial hydrolysis

of fatty tissue.

Can we go back to texting?

(Raised voice)
Do I have to speak in all capitals, too?

(Normal voice) He came in contact

with a decomposing body.

So maybe he came across
something he shouldn't have

and was killed for it.

Or maybe Kyle killed someone.

He has been living a secret life,

lying to his wife,
making money God knows how.

Plus, he's been hanging around
with Sal Rubenstone, an ex-con.

Maybe, uh,

losing his job
turned him to the dark side.

This is interesting.

What?

I pulled Kyle's employment history.

He's never worked for a moving company.

He's been on unemployment.

Wouldn't his wife have seen the checks?

She said all the bills got paid.

He's having it sent to another address...

to the house of a woman
named Vanessa Winters.

Maybe that's where he's been
hiding out all day.

Kyle was my ex-boyfriend.

We dated in college,

stayed friends.

Why were his
unemployment checks coming here?

Because he couldn't tell his wife

that he lost his job.

Hmm. Why?

Pride. He was always so retro,

especially when Mindy got pregnant.

You didn't like Mindy very much, did you?

She didn't even know the man
that she was sleeping with.

But you did, huh?

You weren't just a little bit jealous

Mindy got the ring that you didn't?

No way.

We were friends. That's it.

He was lying to his wife,

sending his checks to your house...

that sounds like more than friends to me.

I let him use my place as an office.

Whenever he wasn't doing
some job for quick cash,

he tried to get
another architect position.

Well, I'm gonna need to come in,

get any personal effects
that Kyle may have left behind.

Don't you need a warrant for that?

Oh, I'd be happy to get one...

if I need to.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Preliminary tox came back.

Looks good for an O.D. on your girl.

I do trust you, you know?

High-profile or no profile.

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

Look at this.

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

(Curtis)
Damn. Check out that skin lesion.

Looks like purpura.

Why would cocaine use

cause somebody to bleed under their skin?

Because some drug dealers
have been cutting cocaine

with levamisole,

a drug used in veterinary medicine.

Mimics cocaine's high,

but it also causes tissue necrosis

and lowered white blood cell
count in humans,

which can make 'em
more prone to infection.

Oh, man.

And the batch Gabrielle bought from

must be all over Philly by now.

(Sighs)

There's no telling how many
more people could die.

(People speaking indistinctly)

So are you excited about
your big hot date tonight?

What?

You know, with
the strapping English bloke.

I didn't know that you were

into that whole May-December thing.

Oh, said the man dallying
with a teenager.

And it's not a date,

I only said that to end the conversation.

Really? Is that why you almost
chopped your arm off

in the elevator door?
(Sighs)

I saw you, Megan.
You are so into this guy.

Please tell me you have
a crime scene for me.

Otherwise, you're just here to annoy me.

No crime scene, but I did find some info

on the substance that
you found in Kyle's teeth.

And it wasn't food,

it was a leaf from a cigar.

That's strange. His wife
said he didn't smoke.

So I had C.S.U. run a chemical analysis.

The cigar that Kyle was smoking

was infused with cognac.

Mm. A Montecito Especial.

Todd got one of those from
his firm one year as a gift.

Most expensive cigar on the market...

700 bucks a pop.

There is no way that Kyle could've
afforded that.

...For this reason that we must
issue a health warning.

Ingestion of this cocaine,
even in small amounts,

can cause infection and possibly death.

My office is working closely

with the local branch of
the C.D.C. to track the source,

but in the meantime,
any users who have noticed

any purple or black lesions on their skin

should get to
an emergency room immediately.

Thank you.
(Reporters shout indistinctly)

(Man) Can you confirm that the daughter

of the dean of Dexter University

died from an overdose of this cocaine?

I have no comment. Thank you.

(Reporters shout indistinctly)

Teddy Gorman.

(Chuckles) Rough night?

You woke me when you called.

You know, that totally sucks about Kyle.

We found some files on his computer...

you know, architectural drawings
with your name on 'em.

- Was Kyle doing some work for you?
- Yeah.

He was. Uh, he designed
my remodel last year

when he was working at Brand Design.

He called me, like, three weeks ago,

said he was working freelance now.

So I hired him
to build me a new guest house.

(Sam) When was the last time you saw him?

I don't know.

(Megan) That's a nice cigar there.

Montecito Especial?

Finest there is.

Did you smoke one with Kyle?

Actually, yeah. Yeah.

To celebrate working together again.

Kyle had a leaf from a Montecito Especial

in his teeth

when he was murdered.

Where'd the two of you celebrate?

Make yourself at home.

Wow. Some room.

Why don't we cut the crap, Mr. Gorman?

You saw Kyle two days ago
when he was here.

(Sam) You were the last person
we know who saw him alive.

(Teddy) So by that logic,
that makes me a murderer.

(Megan) Teddy,

do you know why cops

light up cigars at crime scenes?

(Mouths word)

It's to cover the stench
of human decomposition.

Is that why you built this cigar room?

Adipocere.

What do you have buried in this wall?

(Pounding)

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Ugh.

How the hell am I supposed
to know who she is?

You having trouble narrowing it down?

How many women have you killed?

Do you get off on this,

when you're able to kick back
in your man cave

while a dead woman rots in the wall?

No, hold on, okay...

You take Kyle into that cigar room,

he notices the leaky wall,

you kill him before he finds
the woman you strangled.

Is that how it went down?

Kyle was the one who wanted me

to take him into that cigar room

in the first place, okay?

He said he wanted
to check out the design,

see how it turned out.

Oh, so you're saying that Kyle
knew the body was in there?

Yes. No.

I don't know.

Well, maybe you can find
an answer in holding.

Commissioner Travers,

this is... a surprise.

I don't like to mess in the kitchen much

unless one of the pots
starts to boil over.

Did something happen?

If you're unaware of it,

then perhaps the problems
in your department

are rooted deeper than I imagined.

Problems?

Yes, problems.

Let's see... under budget, well-staffed,

stellar reputation.

Yeah, I... I guess I am unaware.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Oh. Antonio Diaz.

That's right.

I kept his daughter's name
out of the media as promised.

I saw the press conference.

When that reporter asked about her...

- I said "no comment."
- You paused.

Your body language...

it was essentially
a de facto admission, Kate.

All due respect, commissioner,

I know that my job is about politics

and posturing.

And I've already been forced
to compromise my integrity

on more occasions, quite frankly,

than I'm comfortable with.

So if you're looking for me to apologize

to your buddy Antonio
for what I didn't say,

for my body language...

That won't be necessary.

I'm demoting you, Kate,

effective immediately.

You've gotta be kidding.

No.

(Scoffs)

Well, someone has to run this office,

so have you given any thought
to who that might be?

(People speaking indistinctly)

Didn't expect to see you here.

You really jumped on this case.

Something going on?

I used to specialize

in forensic facial reconstruction.

I had an art background.

Later, I got into
the whole anthropology thing,

so it's kind of a marriage of the two.

Since we can't get prints and her D.N.A.

is not in the system, I thought maybe

I could rebuild her face and get an I.D.

Uh, yeah,

something is kinda happening.

There you are. I never
asked for this, you know?

I don't even know if I wanna be chief.

What are you talking about?

Commissioner Travers demoted me.

What?

That's insane.

No offense.

Travers can kiss my ass.
Did you call the mayor?

If not, I will.

Kate, can we please talk about this?

There's a fingerprint
here on the plastic.

I'll also have C.S.U.
run her necklace for trace.

You want to tell me what happened?

At least vent about it.

Not right now. Just...

my only concern right now is this woman.

I'll stay up all night if I need to.

Okay. I'm in.

Oh, wait, no. I've got that date.

I mean the dinner thing.

Oh, yeah? Who with?

No, nobody. He's just a... a guy.

I'll cancel.

No, you won't.

- Yeah, I will. It's fine.
- No.

Go.

I got this.

(People speaking indistinctly)

This is your favorite spot in the city?

I can't believe you've never
been to Nick's before.

Some would consider that sacrilege.

Not somebody who actually
likes to sit at a table

when they eat.

Oh, let me guess. You're
more of a salad type.

Well, if you're a bit delicate
in the old stomach area,

we could always, um...

Have you ever heard of Rapunzel syndrome?

Ra...

It's an obsessive-compulsive
disorder where the person

can't stop eating
the ends of their own hair.

The only problem is,
the gastrointestinal tract

is not capable of digesting said hair,

so it just kind of gathers
there in the intestine.

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

I once removed

a 10-pound hairball
from an obstructed bowel

of a corpse in an autopsy.

(Coughs)

Bon appetit.

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

- Well played.
- Mm.

You, um, you bust that one out

on all your first dates?

(Mouth full)
You, uh, ply all of yours with cholesterol?

(Laughs)

(Chuckles)

Okay. Gloves are off then.

Mm.

When did you get divorced?

Um...

couple months after you put that pool

in the backyard of my old house.

I never did get to enjoy
the fruits of your labor.

Yeah, I'm sorry to say,

I kind of saw the writing
on the wall with that one.

(Normal voice) Oh, did you?

Yeah.

You see, I work with a lot of couples,

and, um...

you can tell a lot about a marriage

by the decision-making process.

And you and your husband,

you couldn't agree on one thing.

(Chuckles) Yeah, but I always
got what I wanted, didn't I?

I definitely liked the fact

that you were willing to take chances.

Kinda like this.

Thank God I have
my cardiologist on speed dial.

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

(Chuckles)

Why did you do that?

Do what?

(Chuckles)

(Stimulator's "Mad World" playing)

♪ All around me are familiar faces ♪

♪ worn out places ♪

♪ worn out faces ♪

♪ bright and early for the daily races ♪

♪ going nowhere ♪

♪ going nowhere ♪

♪ and I find it kind of funny ♪

♪ I find it kind of sad ♪

♪ the dreams in which I'm dying ♪

♪ are the best I've ever had ♪

♪ I find it hard to tell you ♪

♪ 'cause I find it hard to take ♪

♪ when people run in circles ♪

♪ it's a very, very ♪

♪ mad world ♪

♪ mad world ♪

♪ mad world ♪

♪ mad world ♪

(People speaking indistinctly)

Wow!

That is amazing.

Were you here all night?

Yeah.

(Sighs)

You know, when I lost my last job,

I was a textbook case

of Kubler-Ross' five stages of grief.

She was talking about
grieving over a death.

Well, losing a job

is like losing someone you love.

Think about it.

There's a lot wrapped up in it...

your sense of identity, your self-worth.

Look at Kyle Harrison.

He lost his job, his life
went right off the rails.

- Great. Thank you.
- You know what I mean.

I'm here if you want to talk.

Thank you, but I'm fine.

No, you're not. You're in denial.

- Megan...
- Oh, there's anger. Look at you.

You're just sailing right through them.

(Chuckles)

Okay, fine. What's next?

Getting her image out there,

to the news, the police, the Internet.

That's it. The Internet.

Everyone's life

is online now,

hopefully including our prime suspect.

(Clicks keyboard keys)

Ah. Voila. Teddy Gorman.

(Clicks mouse)

(Click)

(Click)

Oh, stop.

(Click)

(Kate) Her name's Lisa.

(Sam) Lisa Schmidt.

She was the girl in your wall.

Didn't know her, huh?

You two look pretty cozy to me.

Oh, they were more
than cozy, right, Teddy?

According to your friends,
she lived with you.

We met at a club, okay?

We started dating, and then
after a couple of weeks,

she asked to move in.

I... she said she didn't have any family

or anywhere else to go.

So how was that relationship?

I... i... it was wild. It was intense.

She was like a... a tornado.

Relationships like that
tend to have a body count.

I didn't kill her!

Then how the hell did she
end up in your wall?!

I don't know, man!

Look, all I know is, is between her drama

a... and the construction of the house,

I... I just needed some air.

Okay? So I took off to Vegas.

A... and when I got back, she was gone.

And you know what? I was okay with that.

I'm sure you were.

(Humming and crunching)

(Footsteps approach)

What do you think you doing?

This ain't no time
to feed your face, fool.

I just heard from detective Morris.

Teddy Gorman's not confessing.

They need hard evidence,

and I don't want my department
to drop the ball.

"My department"?

Wow. Listen to you.

I can terminate your fellowship
just like that.

What? You wouldn't do that.

I... I'm the peanut butter to your jelly,

the hall to your oates...

And the pimple on my behind.

I just got handed
my first two cases as chief,

and I'll be damned if they
don't get closed pronto.

You feel me?

(Indistinct conversations)

(Morris) Look at that.

The face of a liar.

Your fingerprint was on plastic sheeting

wrapped around a murder victim, Sal...

Lisa Schmidt.

Lisa who?

(Sam) Teddy Gorman's girlfriend.

You were the construction foreman

on his remodel last year.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, wait a minute. I remember her.

(Laughs and snorts)

She used to lounge out by the pool,

get my guys all riled up.

But not you, right?

Oh, she was wicked hot.
It doesn't mean I acted on it.

You know how to build
a wall... drywall, plaster?

Yeah, of course.

How are you with strangulation?

You choked Lisa to death,

and then you buried her in that wall.

Kyle found out about it, you had
to take care of him, too.

(Sam) Look, you got
anger issues, a rap sheet,

means, and motive.

Not the best combination, Sal.

You want to talk to us?

I want a lawyer.

(Morris sighs)

Come on.

Get him outta here.

Well, we can't prove Sal killed Lisa

with just a fingerprint on plastic.

He worked the site.

His paws would've been all over it.

Then we've got to connect him
to Kyle's murder.

If we do, maybe we can get him
on circumstantial with Lisa's.

Yeah.

Excuse me. Am I interrupting something?

When aren't you?

Oh, just thought you'd like to know...

I found the crime scene.

This is the rock

that we found in the bullet
that killed Kyle Harrison.

It's got yellow paint on one side of it.

Now to the naked eye,

it looks like reflective street paint,

but microscopy revealed

that the paint actually has two layers.

The bottom layer

is a consumer-grade yellow spray paint,

and the top is a protective coating

used to preserve the yellow paint.

Kyle was supposedly lying
on the ground when he was shot.

Why would there be yellow spray
paint on the ground?

Forget that. What if he was shot
standing against a wall?

His wound would still be shored.

Like graffiti?

Most likely, but why would the graffiti

have a protective coating?

(Sam) I know why.

The mural arts program.

It's been around since the '80s.

The city was trying to find a way

to get graffiti artists
away from vandalism

and into painting murals.

That's why it's protected.

Those murals are all over Philly.

So you just cross-reference
Joey Jablonsky's stops

with the location of the murals,
and you got it.

Jeez. Do I have to do everything?

♪

At last!

We have our crime scene.

Here.

Okay.

(Morris) We meet again, Mr. Brand.

I gotta say,

I did not peg you as a killer

or a sexual deviant.

Well, I can assure you, I'm neither.

Sexual assault in '06 sound familiar?

That charge was dropped.

It was some opportunistic intern

trying to get a payday.

Well, regardless, it put
your D.N.A. in the system.

And we matched that with a profile

at Kyle Harrison's murder scene.

Your skin cells transferred
on to the bullet casings

when you loaded the gun, Harvey.

See, we know you did it.

The only question is why.

So there you were,

Teddy Gorman's house last year,

day after day, with that hot babe

Lisa Schmidt

taunting you in a bikini by the pool.

Gorman goes out of town.

You hit on her.

She turns you down flat, and you lose it.

She winds up dead.

Now me? I'd have panicked.

But not you.

You bury her in that cigar wall,

collect all of her belongings.

Tramp like that,

outta sight, outta mind, right?

(Sam) So you fire everyone
involved with the job...

Kyle, Sal,

anyone who could discover what you did.

Now when Kyle found
that crack in the wall,

did he call you?

Look, it's true.

We met.

He pulled a gun on me.

Said I'd ruined his life
when I fired him.

There was a struggle,
the gun went off. I...

It was self-defense.

As for this girl,

I mean, you can't pin that on me.

(Cell phone rings)

Right. So this is all
just a big frame up job.

Oh, I bet the synapses in your brain...

Megan Hunt.

(Kate) Hey, it's me.

C.S.U. found a small hair caught
in Lisa Schmidt's necklace,

and get this...

the shaft was perforated
by trichophyton mentagrophytes.

- Really? That's ringworm.
- More specifically,

from the looks of
the hair shaft, tinea barbae.

Huh.

You don't say?

(Sam speaks indistinctly)

(Morris speaks indistinctly)

(Morris) Let's talk about
this self-defense story.

(Door closes)

So you didn't kill her?

Because whoever did
left a hair in her necklace.

And that person had ringworm.

And the interesting thing
about ringworm is,

if it's not caught right away,

it causes scarring.

What are you doing?!

Proving that you killed Lisa!

The killer had fungus in his beard,

and you still have a scar.

(Handcuffs rattle)

(Chair scrapes floor)

(Scrape)

Detective Morris is correct.

Kyle contacted you when he saw
that leak in the wall.

And because he's a good worker,

you knew that he'd
tear it down and fix it.

(Sam) So you shot him
underneath that bridge

and dumped him in the first
open trunk you could find.

First you fire Kyle

to cover up what you did,

and then you kill him,

leaving his wife a widow

and his unborn child without a father.

And all because a young girl

just didn't want to screw you.

Thank you for coming by, Dr. Hunt,

for telling me what happened.

I'm just sorry
I couldn't change the outcome.

But I thought you might find
some solace in knowing.

I also...

wanted to give you this.

When the police were
going through Kyle's computer,

they found this letter.

Your husband was the man
you thought he was.

You take care of that baby.

(Door opens)

(Diane Birch's "Rewind" playing)

(Door closes)

♪ There are many things ♪

♪ that I would like to say to you ♪

♪ but I don't have the words in my head ♪

(Sighs deeply)

♪ Days are passing by ♪

♪ and all the leaves are changing, too ♪

♪ but time won't change
the things unsaid ♪

(Latch clicks)

♪ Oh, I wish ♪

♪ I could push rewind ♪

♪ mm, mm ♪

♪ mm ♪

♪ mm, mm ♪

♪ mm ♪

(Keys jangle)

Hello, ladies.

(Door closes)

Oh, hello, dear.

How was it? What did I miss? Wow.

Grandma said it was
the city that never sleeps,

and then we proved it.

Yes, well, grandma has never
lacked for stamina, has she?

Well, like you stopped working
all weekend, even for a second?

Well, no.

Except there was this one thing.

Something really creepy
happened on Friday.

This guy came into the office,

and he pretended that he knew me.

He was like some weird stalker.

He said that we had been talking online,

that we were supposed to have dinner.

Really?

That's terrible.

I know.

And Peter... he tried
to get him to back off,

and he wouldn't, and then all
of a sudden, fists were flying,

and... and thank God Bud was there,

because he just tackled him

and then put him in handcuffs,

and he carted him away.

(Clears throat)

You gotta be kidding me. Both of you?

Her I can believe, but you?

I... I didn't want to.

- She... she made me.
- Oh.

- Mother.
- Megan, so it didn't happen?

No, but it could have.
What were you thinking?

Well, what do you think I was thinking?

I want you to have a social life.

Oh, my God.

(Sighs)

Well, if you must know...

I did meet up with him.

And we had dinner.

So?

So... okay. Mm.

Look at you.

It was more than okay, wasn't it?

Maybe.
(Laughs)

(Laughs)

Mm.

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