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The clicking of those heels
could only mean one thing.

No place like home?

That's where he'd rather be.

Your M.I. already identified
him as Freddie Delgado.

One hole in the windshield,
one hole in his head.

Easy math.

He's got tats. Gangbanger. He's a 26er.

I don't think it was a gang hit, though.

They're usually much more out in the open,

kind of a show of force.

What in the hell is this?

There's more where that came from.

Tommy.

C.S.U.'s got trajectory.

The shooter was standing here.

Clean shot. Boom.

And look here.

Sunflower seeds.

Shooter was probably chewing them

while waiting for Delgado to show.

The killer was lying in wait.

This is premeditated.

Hello, mother.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Well, I have some news

and I wanted to tell you in person.

What's that?

I'm selling the house.

I didn't even know it was on the market.

It wasn't. A realtor came by

with a cash offer
from an interested buyer,

and it was a very generous one.

You've had that house for 40 years.

You get one offer,
and you're just gonna...

What, take a chance to
finally move on with my life?

Okay. I just... I just...

I don't know how I feel about this.

Well, you never really come by.

So if you expect me to live out my days

in a time capsule

just because it holds ancient memories,

you're mistaken.

Could you just take some time
to think about it?

I did, and it's done.

Escrow's gonna close very soon,

so if you have anything at the house,

you should probably come by and get it out

as soon as possible.

I'll leave you to your work.

Move.

Please.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

That's a whole lot of something.

If you must know,

my mother is selling the house.

What house?

Oh, "the house" house.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah. I remember that place.

Well, some of it...

the shower, kitchen counter, mudroom.

Ugh.

I'm gonna do my best to un-remember that.

Okay.

We have some bruising,

minor lacerations...

All in the process of healing.

He might have been in a fight
24 to 48 hours ago.

So I've got some info
on our friend Freddie here.

He was a recent jailbird.

He shot and killed a 6-year-old girl

during a robbery.

He was released just last week.

That's the same girl whose photos

we found in Freddie's car.

Why was he released early?

Well, a mistrial was called

because the prosecution
improperly admitted evidence.

Oh. That's a major miss.

So the murderer got to walk.

Not for long.

After the ruling, the girl's father

jumped over the partition,
tried to attack Freddie.

Said he was gonna kill him.

Well, maybe he made good on his threat.

Yes, that's my daughter. That's Emily.

We're very sorry
for your loss, Mr. Winters.

Where did you get this?

We found multiple copies
inside Freddie Delgado's car.

He was shot and killed this morning.

Oh, what a shame.

You know,

it's, um...

it's no secret you tried
to attack him in court,

Mr. Winters.

No surprise you'd be angry with him.

You have any idea why
he'd have these photos?

Yeah, I had been following him,

leaving copies where I knew he'd find them

so he wouldn't forget
my baby girl or what he did.

You didn't happen to follow him

to a parking garage this morning, did you?

Decide to take a little revenge?

Look, the day Freddie Delgado
shot my daughter...

he actually took two lives.

Parents aren't supposed
to outlive their children.

It's not the natural order.

I was supposed to watch Emily grow up.

So besides taking Emily...

he actually took my future.

And was I angry with him?

Yeah. Beyond reason.

And did I wish him dead?

Many, many times.

But did I take revenge?

No.

Not today.

I'll be right back.

Here he is.

What's going on?

- He's walking?
- Not enough to hold him.

Oh, hey.

D.N.A. evidence came back
on the sunflower seeds...

no match to him or anybody in the system.

- Plus, his alibi checked out.
- - Excuse me, Mr. Winters.

Yes.

I understand you were
brought in for questioning

on the Freddie Delgado murder.

Yes.

Mr. Delgado shot and killed your daughter,

yet he walked free and clear,

only to be shot dead himself
just this morning.

Care to give us
your thoughts on the matter?

Uh...

My daughter was taken by a monster

who showed no repentance for what he did.

And today he got what he deserved.

And I didn't kill him, but I wish I had.

I should've stood up for my daughter.

Mr. Winters, are you saying
you advocate vigilante justice?

Call it whatever you want,

but people have to pay for their actions

one way or another.

An eye for an eye.

You know, and sure, people say

that getting payback doesn't
make you feel any better,

but I'll tell you one thing...
they're lying.

It does.

Do you have any idea
who might have done this?

That was Paul Winters speaking out

on the Freddie Delgado murder.

So much for the grieving father, huh?

He just laid down a call to arms.

Eat up. It's gonna be a long day.

Call me when you're done.

Body Of Proof 3x05 - Eye for an Eye
Original air date March 19, 2013

Sync and corrections by atrn97g
for www.addic7ed.com

Whereas I express nothing
but my deepest condolences

for the loss that
Mr. Winters has suffered,

I cannot, however, echo his sentiments.

- Over here.
- Ow! Ow!

Vigilante justice will not
be tolerated in any form.

Call it whatever you want,

but people have to pay for their actions

one way or another.

- So I was just at the lab.
- An eye for an eye...

What's all this about? Why is it so busy?

You have Paul Winters to thank for this.

His eye-for-an-eye speech went viral.

Wow. So people are just
getting back against

anyone who's wronged them?

A lot of wounded people out there

just looking for a reason to go off.

26 calls so far.
Thankfully, no homicides yet.

Maybe I should rough up my landlord.

He's been pretty damn slow
to fix my toilet.

Hey, anything on Delgado's shooter?

Uh, no.

The projectile Megan recovered
from his head

was too damaged to run through I.B.I.S.

You know, I'm gonna
double-check Paul's alibi.

Run through his financials.

If he's not the killer, I don't know,

maybe he hired someone to do it for him?

Sounds good.

I'm gonna go see the victim's widow.

This guy was no saint.

Maybe something from his past
came back to haunt him.

We gotta nip this in the bud, quick.

Mrs. Delgado?

Yeah.

I'm Detective Sullivan
from Philadelphia P.D.

This is Dr. Hunt from
the Medical Examiner's Office.

Could we talk to you for a minute?

What's it like to be married
to a child killer?

Hey.

Mrs. Delgado, we're very sorry
about your husband.

We're trying to determine who shot him,

but we couldn't help but notice
his gang tattoos.

That's old ink.

He gave all that up when horacio was born.

Freddie wanted a better life for him.

But ain't nobody hiring a high
school dropout with a record.

But babies still need formula, right?

Is that why he robbed that supermarket?

Look, he didn't mean for nobody
to get hurt, okay?

And if that one bullet
hadn't gotten away from him...

it tore Freddie up inside.

Not enough for him to plead guilty.

Where'd this come from?

That girl's dad came by
day before yesterday,

shoved it under the door.

Freddie caught him. He tried to apologize,

but that guy went crazy.

I mean, like totally out of his mind.

Freddie...

he just stood there.

I mean, he didn't even
fight back. Like, how could he?

Hi, papa.

Hi. Come on, baby.

Now he's gone, and we're alone,

and the world just keeps turning.

We're gonna find out who did this.

Yeah. Whatever.

Paul didn't say anything about
going to the victim's house.

Yeah, or attacking him again.

I checked out Mr. Eye For An Eye's alibi.

Any holes?

No, the opposite actually.

I got time-stamped security footage

of him at a food court at Westbrook Mall.

He was there at the time of the shooting.

So Paul couldn't have done it.
Could he have hired somebody?

Not unless hit men do pro bono work.

After Paul's daughter was killed,

he got a divorce, he lost his job.

You know, he doesn't
have two dimes to rub together.

We're at a dead end.

So we let it be.

Karma killed him.

You know what?

Honestly, I'm not gonna lose
any sleep over it.

What's going on with you?

You don't like the victim
so you stop doing your job?

- Hi.
- Hi, grandma.

Come on in.

Hi, sweetheart. Hi, Megan.

- Yeah.
- I'm excited for you.

- Yeah? - I was thinking maybe
you could move downtown

and be closer to us.

Oh, I would love that. I would love it.
Mm.

You're such a doll.

Well, Megan,

I'll be selling most of
the furniture and the decor,

so feel free to take anything
of sentimental value.

Mm. Sentimental value?

Imagine that.

I used to come up here when I was your age

to get lost.

Here it is.

Wow.

Mm.

Was this yours?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, look.

Quarter.

I put the stitches in that tiger.

Always a doctor.

Mm-hmm.

Is that grandpa?

What was he like?

He was funny.

Liked to dance.

He was a little sad.

Mom, what is it?

Please put that down.

Mom.

This is daddy's stuff.

You told me you got rid of everything.

It doesn't belong to you.
Just... just put it down.

Or what, I might actually feel something?

When addy died, it's like...

it's like you erased him.

I guess...

If he never existed,

then he never shot himself
in the head, right?

Megan, this isn't the time.

It's never the time.

For 35 years,

it has not been the time.

Now you're selling the house,
and all that's left of him

is in this little box.

You want me to get rid of this, too?

I don't want to talk about this.

I do!

Close that box.

No.

Megan.

For God sake.

What?

I'll be there.

Come on.

Fancy meeting you here.

What do you got?

Wow. Okay.

Victim is Lori Keyser, 34 years old.

She's a local. This is a halfway house.

She's been here for three weeks
since she got out of prison.

For doing what?

She did 5 years of a 30-year term

for killing her ex-boyfriend.

Threw acid in his face.

And now she's had acid
thrown in her face.

An eye for an eye.

Looks like we got

another vigilante murder on our hands.

...We're in uncertain times.

And in times like this,
we want to know that someone

is looking out for our interests.

Not the interests of lobbyists
pocketing...

Damn it.

Damn it.
Lining the pockets...

- Do you have to do that?
- I'm sorry.

I thought you were already
giving a statement

on the new vigilante murder,

but that sounded more like a speech.

Not like a very good one.

Are you announcing your candidacy?

Tomorrow.

Wow. That's big.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, because for one thing,

you've accused me of having divided focus,

and I don't want that again.

Ah.

So you've been burning
the candle at both ends,

and it's weighing on you.

No, I'm fine.

If that were so, you wouldn't
be wearing your B.D.B.

My what?

Bottom-drawer blouse.

The one you've got on is
much too last season for you.

That, and the fact that you're
wearing the same pants

and shoes as you did yesterday

can mean only one thing.

That you slept on the couch last night,

pulled out your B.D.B., freshened up,

thought nobody would be the wiser.

Do you have an off switch?

No.

I really do hate you sometimes.

Mm.

Okay, yes, it... it's weighing on me.

Did you need something?

Yeah, uh, Tommy and Adam are here.

I thought you might want to be apprised of

the latest vigilante murder,
but never mind.

No, I do. I do.

No, no.

You work on your speech.

I got this covered.

Okay.

Let's all get on the same page here.

Lori Keyser's cause of death
was acute respiratory failure

due to inhalation of acid vapor.

Delicate way to put it. That was nasty.

Curtis is rushing her tissue to the lab

to see if we can type the acid.

And it was
an obvious case of revenge.

Seven years ago,

Lori threw acid in her ex-boyfriend's face

after he got married to another woman.

She was convicted of first-degree murder.

How'd she get out after five years?

Well... commuted sentence.
Prison overcrowding.

Sign of the times.

Are you gonna try to solve
this one, Tommy,

or is Lori too unlikable for you?

I've dated worse, as you know.

So... the next question obviously is,

who would want to get back at Lori?

How about the wife
of the man that she killed?

Already looked it up. Since remarried.

Her name is Susan Hart.

All right.

Oh, do you want to drive or...

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Why don't you give me
a call next week,

- and, um, we can see...
- - How you doin'?

Detective Sullivan, Philadelphia P.D.

Mrs. Hart, your husband
said you would be here.

Could we talk to you for a moment?

Sorry about the intrusion. Uh...

O... okay. Wh... what's this about?

Oh, Lori Keyser.

She was murdered last night.

I'm sorry. Murdered?

Uh, Susan,

would you, um,

would you... would you
like to use my office?

Yeah, thanks.

Um, please.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- - Mm-hmm.

And you are?

Megan Hunt, medical examiner.

Trent marsh.

That's a...

that's a very effective book.

Did you lose someone to suicide?

I was wondering whether Susan's mood

was any different today.

You know I can't answer
any questions about a patient.

But a valiant attempt
to change the subject

away from yourself.

I thought that was supposed to be my job.

And are you good at it, your job?

I'd like to think so.

I'm sorry. I just... I'm...
I'm having a hard time

processing what you're telling me.

Lori Keyser was... killed

and...

With acid?

Th killing could be seen
as poetic justice.

And of course,

you suspect me.

Oh, my God. I...

Lori was a disturbed woman.

I... I could never do anything like that.

Your new husband

doesn't seem to think
you've gotten over your loss.

Bill doesn't understand me.

Not at all.

As if I could just forget and... move on.

Jeffrey's murder
split my life in two parts,

into a before and after.

And all the things
I've done since that day

to pass the time...

my... job,

my hobbies, my...

current marriage...

Just distractions to...

But necessary ones,

because without them, I honestly,

I don't know what I'd do.

What happened to your hand, Mrs. Hart?

Um...

I burned myself this morning

while I was cooking breakfast.

I specialize in...

grief counseling.

And though the loss of a loved one

is extremely difficult

in any case,

survivors of suicide tend to have

the most difficult

grief journey.

Those who lose someone to homicide

have a target for their anger... the person

who took their loved one out of the world.

But with suicide,

the target of your anger

is the same person you're also mourning.

If you don't mind me asking...

Who did you lose?

I really should
get back to my colleagues.

Megan, you don't need
to run away from this...

It's Dr. Hunt.

Let's go.

She's coming with us. Nice office. Thanks.

Absolutely. Um, please.

Please take it.

And if you ever need to talk,
here's my card.

Hi.

I'm sorry about before.

You made me realize, it's time.

You should have this.

You know, I never told you before,

but when people used to
ask me about your father,

I told them he had a heart attack.

I was so afraid of what they would think.

I blamed myself...

for not seeing the signs,

for not realizing that he was in pain,

and for not being a good enough wife

to make him want to stay alive.

I would've been there for you...

If you'd let me.

You were 12, Megan.

It's a mother's job to shield
her children from pain,

not dwell on it.

That's why I took
everything out of the house.

You know, I just thought that...

I only wanted to protect you.

What I... what is this, a suicide note?

How is that... the... the police
never found one.

That's because I found it first.

And what, you just... you kept this?

You hid this all these years?

The deed was done.

I was ashamed, all right?

Why do you keep questioning me

about something that happened
a lifetime ago?

The coward killed himself, Megan.

What if he didn't?

Oh, please. Not that conversation again.

I know that your precious father

can do no wrong in your eyes.

How could he?

He hasn't had 35 years

to become the disappointment
to you that I obviously have.

Why now? Why are you
showing this to me now?

Because I think you should
stop living under the assumption

that there's an answer to every question.

Why did he do it?

I don't know.

But give it up, Megan. I did.

No. Never.

It's almost lunch time.

Where the hell you been?

Everybody and they mama calling my line.

Oh, I knew I should've
taken a personal day.

You don't take personal days, remember?

I got an update on your
murder victim Lori keyser.

She was doused with hydrofluoric acid.

Our suspect Susan Hart
had a burn on her arm.

Same acid?

No, ma'am. Susan was
burned with cooking oil.

She was telling the truth.

Her alibi checks out, too.

Great. Another dead end.

Well, P.D.'s widening their search grid

around the crime scene,

looking for any container of that acid.

Lacey.

Why are you...

We were supposed to go to lunch.

What, did you forget?

No. I did not.

No, ma'am. I don't...

Hold on. Now where you goin'?

You just got here.

Guess I'm taking
that personal day after all.

Well, why don't everybody just go home?

Bye, Lace.

Did you make up with grandma yet?

We don't make up, honey. We endure.

I know things with you two
can get... complicated.

I know you're mad at grandma

because she never talks about grandpa,

but you don't talk about him either.

Yes, I do.

Well...

It's been a long time,

and... and... and he's not around, but...

I think about him. I do.

Mom, when I was kidnapped,

you had me start seeing that therapist.

She's really helped me a lot.

What about you?

I mean, maybe you could see someone, too,

and talk about all your stuff.

"My stuff"?

Maybe if you get to
know yourself a little better,

it would help me get to
know you better, too.

What?

Fine. My therapist told me to say that.

I'm shocked.

You talk to your therapist
about me, your own mother?

Maybe just... a little.

Mm-hmm.

I have to go to the restroom.

Yeah. Quick escape.

This is a safe place, Megan.

Just relax.

So how does this work? What do I...

am I...

Whatever makes you comfortable.

Not lying down.

All right.

Why don't we start by just...

Telling me what you remember
about the incident

when you lost someone?

Okay.

Um...

I was 12.

I was, um, walking home from school...

by myself, as usual.

It was hot that day...

unseasonably so.

And I was walking towards my house.

I saw lights.

There were police cars.

And, uh, I walked towards the porch.

This policeman came up to me,

told me my mother wasn't home.

Then he just kind of
looked at me and said,

"your father's dead."

And I sat on the porch for,

um, 40 minutes, by myself,

wondering who was going to

water the plants that were
right by the front door,

'cause that was my father's job.

He always took care of them, and...

who's gonna water them now?

I know it sounds really stupid, but...

No.

No, it's never stupid.

There's no right way to deal with loss.

And as I mentioned,
suicide bereavement can be

one of the toughest to deal with.

For one, survivors tend
to feel a lot more guilt.

Did you?

I thought that, um...

he was mad at me,

that I was bad.

Why else would he do it?

Why else would he leave me alone?

The trouble is, most suicide victims

rarely offer up...

a true motive.

Did he leave a note?

I think that, um...
I should go back to work.

No, Megan, we...

I'm sorry.

We've only just begun, Megan.

Hey.

Thought you had a personal day today.

I just saw Paul Winters.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Our shooting suspect, where?

I was at the therapist's office again...

the same th... don't ask why.

And he was waiting in the office.

He's a patient.

So the same therapist
who's been treating Susan Hart?

That's not a coincidence.

Both of our cases, they gotta be linked.

Yeah, but there's no evidence

they got vengeance
on their loved ones' killers.

No, but what if they
killed for each other?

We've got two murders,

two suspects,

and both of 'em have airtight alibis.

And they're seeing the same therapist.

Maybe they bonded over their grief

in the waiting room.

So they do a little crisscross

to get revenge,

like "strangers on a train"?

Kill for each other, no one suspects.

It's the perfect crime.

Not if we can prove conspiracy.

We just link them up
to each other's murders.

The lab's working on overdrive,

trying to match the sunflower seeds

from the shooting scene to Susan.

What about the acid crime scene?

C.S.U. found a plastic bottle

about 5 blocks away
from that halfway house

with hydrofluoric acid inside.

So they're running the bottle
for prints and D.N.A.,

with the hope that
they can match it to Paul.

Yeah, but look at them.

They look hardly capable of murder.

Under the influence of grief,

anything's possible.

Oh.

Great.

Now you're saying I've...

I've killed some woman
I've never even met?

Well, that would be
the point, wouldn't it?

You kill for Susan Hart,
she kills for you.

Susan who? This is crazy.

Paul, Paul...

I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

Now you've been through
enough, haven't you?

Y... you're right. I have.

I'm not saying another word.

Not till you get me my lawyer.

No.

No, I only know
who Paul Winters is because

I saw him on TV. I swear.

Susan, I know you don't think

that anybody could possibly understand

all the emotions that you're
going through right now

since your husband
was taken away from you,

but I want you to know
that I do, more than you know.

And I can understand

why you'd want his killer
to pay for what she did.

No, please, stop talking about it. Stop.

Susan, did you kill Freddie Delgado?

No!

I don't know who he is.

I don't know him.

Please stop.

Susan's not talking.

Yeah, well, Paul lawyered up.

If they think we're on to them,

that's their last recourse.

They can't admit to knowing each other.

She's about to crack. Look at her.

I just need some more time.

Yeah, Detective Lucas.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, that can't be. Can you
check it out again, please?

Okay. Thank you.

Well, that was the lab.

Everything's a bust.

What's going on?

D.N.A. from both crime scenes came back.

No matches to Paul or Susan.

They didn't kill each other's targets.

Great. That's all we had.
We're back to square one.

Not quite.

Uh, you won't believe why.

Both D.N.A. profiles? They're identical.

Wait a minute.

The same person killed both victims?

Well, the only thing
connecting both crimes

is that therapist.

Dr. Trent Marsh.

Dr. Marsh, our shrink,
has quite the background.

Ten years ago, his wife was
murdered in their own house.

Was he a suspect?

Naturally, as the husband,
but he was ruled out early on

'cause homicide had one guy in mind.

Nathan Jarvis, ex-con who'd done some time

for sexual assault.

Was he charged?

Detained. Released due to
lack of evidence.

So this case was never solved?

A year later, Marsh went back to school,

got his PHD in clinical psychology,

opened up his own practice,

specializing in bereavement counseling.

This guy has been immersed
in grief for the last ten years.

I mean, it's only natural
he'd go off the deep end,

but why now?

Maybe he wants to give
Paul and Susan some kind of...

closure.

Adam went to our offsite storage facility

to dig up the file from the wife's murder.

D.N.A. reference samples got to
include Marsh at that time.

As soon as we match his profile
to our two crime scenes,

we got him.

You really went to this guy for therapy?

What'd you tell him?

Enough.

Now we make him talk.

Thanks for coming down
to the station, Dr. Marsh.

I was hoping you could shed some light

on a couple of open investigations

I have going right now.

Certainly.

Two people killed by acts of vengeance...

Both of them killed in the exact same way

that they killed someone else.

I see.

Yeah.

My prime suspects

are both patients of yours...

Paul Winters and Susan Hart.

That's, uh...

that's troublesome.

Uh... well, as you know,

doctor-patient confidentiality

would normally preclude me

from talking about my clients,

but under the circumstances...

Uh, when I counsel survivors of homicide,

I do have them focus their anger towards

whoever's responsible for
the loss of their loved ones.

Just so they can get
to a place of forgiveness,

in order to allow the healing to begin.

I just hope

I'm not in some way...

responsible.

I think you are.

Not for the same reason,

but Paul and Susan, they're innocent.

They haven't killed anybody.

But one person did,

and the only thing those cases
have in common...

is you.

So you're leaping to the conclusion

that I must have done it.

Have you deduced
what my possible motive

could be as well?

There's your history.

Your wife was murdered.

The killer was never caught.

Meaning what,

I'm dissociating?

Murdering others to feed my desire

for closure that I haven't
been able to attain?

I like that.

Oh, now you're really thinking.

Look, it's true...

my wife

does remain unspoken for,

like so many.

Think of all the families
shattered every minute

because of someone else's
selfish homicidal whim.

The... ripple effects of that single act,

psychologically damaging
possible generations to follow.

And yet so many
of those killers walk free...

from a lack of evidence,

because of red tape,

technicalities.

We try.

You fail.

But you sought to rectify that.

Kill the killers yourself.
Make sure justice was served?

See, again, you try, you fail...

wasting your time accusing me.

Look, I'm happy to go through the motions

if it'll justify your paycheck.

Search my house,
take my prints, my D.N.A...

whatever it is you do nowadays.

I am not a murderer, detective.

And even if I were,

I'm sure you couldn't prove it anyway.

Tommy.

Please tell you got something
to nail this guy.

Trent's D.N.A. doesn't match

the D.N.A. from our crime scenes.

- You're kidding me.
- What?

No, but here's the really messed up part...

when C.S.U. was typing
the D.N.A. from the old case,

another sample popped up.

Nathan Jarvis.

That's the prime suspect
in the murder of Trent's wife.

Seems impossible, I know,
but then it hit me,

so I looked up Jarvis, and guess what.

A year ago, he went missing
and was never found.

It's him. I know it. He's behind it.

Trent killed Jarvis.

He puts Jarvis' D.N.A.
at his murder scenes.

The seeds, the acid container,

all he has to do is put them
in contact with Jarvis' body

to get his epithelials on them.

One big screw you to Philly's finest.

Yeah. Guess what. It worked.

He's getting away with murder.

And I promise

that I will represent
the priorities and values

of this great city

while cutting through
the partisan paralysis

that's choking Washington.

All I'm asking is that
you give me that chance.

I won't let you down. Thank you.

You looked pretty great up there.

Oh, Dan.

Auspicious start to your campaign.

Presented your platform,

thanked the right people,

made all the right promises.

I'm surprised you weren't there

to watch over your investment.

I would've been, believe me,

but the day job called.

You've been apprised
of the Trent Marsh case?

Disturbing.

Well, he just walked.

How is that possible?

There wasn't a shred of hard evidence

connecting him to either murder.

We couldn't make a case against him.

Look, we know he killed those people,

but there's absolutely
nothing we can do about it.

I really don't want to believe that.

Neither do it.

But unfortunately, in my office,

we don't practice justice, Kate.

We practice law.

Megan.

What a lovely surprise.

Did you want to make another appointment?

This is yours.

I don't want it.

You're rather brave,
to come here all alone.

Aren't I a diabolical killer?

Well, you only kill people
you think deserve it.

Mm.

I'm very sorry...

about what happened to your wife.

I deal with the bereaved

in my line of work all the time.

And I never get used to it,

seeing people on the worst day
of their lives.

Grief is messy.

It's raw.

It makes people do unimaginable things.

Do you really think
that by identifying with me,

you'll trick me
into some sort of admission?

Oh, no. You're way too smart for that.

I came as a warning.

A warning?

You may think you've helped your clients

by giving them some kind of closure.

What about your victims?

What about the loved ones
they've left behind?

Aren't they gonna want closure,

seek revenge?

What if they find out what you've done?

Is that some sort of threat?

If you want to see it like that.

When it's my time...

it's my time.

And until then,

I have a lot more patients...

that could do with my help.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

You're sicker than any of them.

Oh, you don't really mean that, do you?

I wish I could spend
some more time with you, Megan.

I'd really love to chat about your daddy.

Any chance I'll be seeing you again?

Eventually...

everyone does.

Don't you ever go home?

Don't you?

Needed a breather.

Marsh got a little under my skin.

Sociopaths tend to do that.

Your therapist.

So you ready to tell me
why you went to see him?

What's this?

A favor.

"I have a heavy heart
because of what I need to do."

"To those who will read this,
I'm truly sorry."

"But this world is not for me."

It's my father's suicide note,

which my mother
has kept hidden for 35 years.

No wonder you've been
in such a weird head space.

Megan, I am so sorry.

I need you to run it through the lab...

prints, D.N.A.
Handwriting analysis, the works.

You know I'm not supposed
to tie up the lab

with personal use,

which means we can't tell a soul.

But just one question.

Why?

Because I don't believe
a word in that note.

My father did not kill himself.

I know it.

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