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("At last" by Etta James playing)

♪ At last

♪ my love has come along

♪ my lonely days are over

♪ and life is like a song

♪ oh, yeah, yeah, at last

♪ the skies above are blue...

(Clattering, men
shouting indistinctly)

♪ My heart was wrapped
up in clover... ♪

(Glass shattering, men grunting)

♪ The night I looked at you

♪ I found a dream...

(Groaning)

♪ That I could speak to

♪ a dream that I...

(Dialing)
♪ can call my own

♪ I found a thrill

♪ to press my cheek to

♪ a thrill that I...

(Two gunshots)

(Bystanders screaming)

♪ Have never known

♪ oh, yeah, yeah, you smiled

♪ you smiled

♪ oh, and then

♪ the spell was cast

♪ and here we are in heaven

♪ for you are mine

♪ at last.

♪

(Song ends)

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♪ Out here in the fields

♪ I fight for my meals

♪ I get my back into my living

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Siren wailing)

♪

Champagne, chocolate
strawberries, candy hearts?

Somebody was
in a Valentine's day mood.

Looks more like someone was
in the mood for World War III.

Pretty much how the other
guests described it

when they called security.

Said they heard
two men arguing.

The vic's name
is Theodore Hart.

Priors for assault, drug
possession, and menacing

to name a few.

Doesn't seem like a guy

who'd shell out $1,200 a
night for a place like this.

Because he didn't.
Hotel log shows

he's not the guest that
checked in. The room is

registered to a Wayne Brown.

He used his credit card

with a home billing
address in Gramercy.

Not much reason to splurge
on a pricy hotel room

when you live
ten blocks away.

Special getaway?

Or a secret one.

Well, either way, it doesn't explain
why there's a dead felon on the floor.

Let's find Wayne Brown,
have him fill in the blanks.

Am I going to jail?

Did you kill that man?

I just wanted him to stop.

Stop what?

Why don't we start
at the beginning, Wayne?

Why'd you book a room tonight
at the St. Monarch hotel?

I didn't.

I mean, that wasn't
my plan at first.

I was just gonna have a drink
at the bar and go home.

So, when did your plans change?

(Sighs)

When the most beautiful woman I
had ever seen asked me my name.

I thought it was a
mistake at first,

like she confused me
with somebody else,

but she sat down
and we just started talking.

About what?

Everything, anything.

It was so easy,

so comfortable, I-I
didn't want it to end.

LOVATO: So you decided
to get a room together.

I'd never done anything
like that before, I swear.

I just didn't want to be alone
on Valentine's day again.

So, did you guys go
upstairs together?

She told me she'd
meet me in the room,

so I went up first, ordered
some champagne, and waited.

(Knocking)

There was a knock at the door.

I assumed it was her,
but it wasn't.

(Grunts)
He just started attacking me.

I was blacking out.

At the last second
I grabbed the corkscrew and...

Aah!

WAYNE:
I didn't want to hurt him,

but I had to protect myself.

You know, if what
you're saying is true,

why did you leave the hotel?

You should have called the police

and waited until they arrived.
I was scared.

That we wouldn't believe
that you killed him

- in self-defense?
- Until you told me,

I didn't even know he was dead.

I ran because I was
afraid he was going

to get back up.

What was her name...
the woman you met at the bar?

Laura.

Last name?

I don't know.

(Door closes)

The vic could have been a
jealous boyfriend or husband.

Found out that
Laura was planning

some extracurricular activities
and wanted to stop it.

If there ever really
was a Laura.

What is it about
Valentine's day

that just makes people
lose their minds?

Is that today?

Yeah, it's today.

Right.

You want to...
maybe do something later?

Yeah, maybe.

How about a couple beers and
a slice, maybe watch a game?

- Perfect.
- Really?

Yeah.

What, do you really think
that all women need

that sentimental crap
to make them happy?

(Sighs) I was hoping
today, of all days,

people might be a little
nicer to each other.

You're, of course, referring

to the kindly deeds
of St. Valentinus,

one of at least three
martyred saints to whom

this secular and commercial
holiday is attributed.

Well, call me a sap,

but any excuse to celebrate
love is okay by me.

(Laughs)

Fair enough.

Let's start with the
penetrating wound to the neck

courtesy of this corkscrew.

Did it puncture his carotid?

As a matter of fact, no.

It missed vital
structures altogether.

Well, then, what killed him?

Blunt force trauma to
the parietal bone.

C.O.D. is a single blow
to the back of the head.

Huh.

Jo thought the blood spray was
arterial and that he hit

his head on the floor
after he was stabbed.

A logical assumption, but
instead of carpet fibers,

I found flecks of gold
foil and what appears

to be green glass
embedded in his scalp.

The champagne bottle
that Jo found.

- Right.
- So,

our suspect said that the vic

was standing directly above him
during the attack.

(Grunting)

So how could Wayne have hit
Hart in the back of the head

if he was underneath him?

He couldn't have.

Either Wayne was behind the
vic when he struck him...

Or he wasn't the only
one in that room.

Thanks, Sid.

You bet.

(Sighs)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where's
the fire at? Hey.

- I got to find Jo, our case just got
turned on its head. - Are you serious?

Does that mean we might not be
able to go to dinner tonight?

Will you shut up? I know that
you hate Valentine's day.

I don't hate Valentine's day.

I just think it's stupid
to go spend on a fortune

on some fancy meal just
'cause everybody else does.

Well, now you don't
have to, okay?

Consider that my gift to you.

(Kisses)

But I promise we will
celebrate tonight, okay?

Okay, see you at
home eventually.

(Car horn honking)

ELLIE (Over phone): Midnight? Mom,
the movie doesn't end until 11:45.

That gives you 15 minutes for
Andrew to walk you home,

give you a good-night
kiss on the cheek

before your curfew.

Mom, it's Valentine's day.

All right, 12:15 and not
a second later, Ellie,

and remind Andrew
that I carry a gun.

Mom.

I love you.

Have a great time.

Be safe.

Love you, too.
Mwah.

(Phone beeps off)
Okay, I don't know

what's more depressing...
the fact that my 15-year-old has

a hot date tonight or
the fact that I don't.

Well, get this.

Vic was arrested three
times for assault.

He liked to beat up hookers,
especially the ones

that worked for him.

Hart was a pimp.

That means the woman
Wayne was talking to...

Could have been a hooker.

So either Wayne had no idea

or he lied to us
about his random

- love connection.
- That's not the only thing

he lied about...
Wayne didn't

go up to that room by himself.

Adam found a partial print
on a chocolate strawberry

and another one
on the champagne bottle

that killed Theodore Hart.

So taken independently,
neither print

had enough rich detail
to get a hit in AFIS,

but he overlaid them
and got a complete print.

Say hello to Laura Palmer.

She's in the system for...

a half dozen solicitation arrests.

Well, that puts her in the
hotel room but not much else.

Unless you consider the
directionality of the print...

- it was upside down.
- Why does that matter?

Tells us how she was
holding the bottle.

If you're pouring champagne,

your print is right side up.
Turn it around...

And the champagne bottle
becomes a murder weapon.

Wayne looked so sad and lonely
sitting at the bar by himself.

Thought I could help.

By exploiting his vulnerability?

By doing my job.

Not my fault the world is
a cold and cynical place.

What happened
in that hotel room?

Not what you think.

All Wayne wanted to do was talk.

He asked where I was from,

about my family
and my friends.

Crazy part is it seemed
like he actually cared.

Maybe he really did.

Time must've gotten away from me

'cause I forgot to
check in with Theo.

That's his number one rule.

So he came looking for you?

LAURA: Theo was pissed as hell...
thought I was

disrespecting him.

Theo.
No.

(Grunting)

Leave him alone, Theo!

He didn't do anything!

Theo, stop!

He was gonna kill
the poor guy.

(Grunting, shouts)

I had to do something.

Funny thing, Laura,
you know, Wayne told us

that... he killed Theodore Hart.

Why would he do that?

You'd have to ask him.

Maybe it's because the world is not
as cold and cynical as you think.

What's gonna happen to her?

The district attorney
will review the evidence,

and if he agrees
that it was self-defense,

she'll be free to go.

I knew what she was.

I guess there was
just a part of me

that wanted to believe that
the spark between us was real.

Even if it was only temporary.

Please tell her
I said thank you.

I will.

DANVILLE: Why is true
love so hard to find?

It helps if you look
in the right places.

Any idea where
those places are?

(Chuckles)

Bernie must've come home
early to surprise me.

When I got back
from the gym,

I found him just lying there
on the floor.

When was the last time you spoke
to your husband, Mrs. Chandler?

Uh, around lunchtime.

He told me that he had something
important to discuss.

Did he say what that was?

Only that he needed
to tell me in person.

Bernie always had a...
flair for the dramatic.

(Sighs)
What am I gonna do now?

Bernie was my everything.

And today wasn't only

Valentine's day; it was also
our fifth anniversary.

(Sighs) I mean, is there
anyone that you can think of

that would want
to hurt your husband?

Everybody loved Bernie.

He had a way about him.

Lit up the room
the second he arrived.

He just... knew how to make

- people happy.
- Mrs. Chandler, I'm sorry

for your loss.

Did you send this box of
chocolates to your husband?

No, that would've been cruel.

Bernie was trying
to lose weight,

and sweets were his weakness.

Besides, he was diabetic.

Any idea who sent that to him?

(Phone ringing)

It's... my mother-in-law.

Okay.
Go ahead.

What's wrong with
this picture, huh?

HAWKES: I just see a couple in love.

Couple that couldn't be
more mismatched.

I'm gonna guess
that this guy's loaded.

Are you...
trying to say

that someone who's
beautiful on the outside

could never fall for
someone whose beauty's

- on the inside?
(Chuckling) - I mean...

Unless there's power and
money stacking the deck.

That's just narrow-minded

- and sad, man. Yeah.
- Really? Why are you all

bent out of shape about that,
Mr. GQ smoothie over here?

Uh, you know what?
(Sighs) Never mind.

Ah.

So, you find any signs of struggle?

No. No,

and nothing on the body
to indicate he was attacked.

Couldn't find any signs
of forced entry either.

So then what are we
doing here then?

Our vic was the poster child
for heart disease, no?

No, not so fast. I didn't find
any xanthomas on his eyelids

to suggest fat buildup in the blood.

So heart attack is a possibility
but it wouldn't be my first

- guess at C.O.D.
- Hmm. All right.

Ball's in Sid's court.

Yeah. I'll tell you this,
whatever happened here,

Bernard Chandler knew
he was in serious trouble

and tried to call for help.

(Siren wailing)

Full house, huh, Sid?

Oh, Mr. Messer.
What a treat.

I only wish it were
under different circumstances.

Yeah.
Tell me about it.

So, uh, what's the deal
with Bernard Chandler here?

Well, penetrating wounds

across his chest were
caused by glass shards.

But all were shallow
and superficial.

All right, so what's the C.O.D.?

To answer that, I began
with the inordinate amount

of undigested chocolate in
his stomach... two pounds worth.

That's a lot of chocolate, huh?

Gluttonous, yes, but under
normal circumstances not lethal.

Unfortunately our vic's
pancreatic function

was anything but normal.

- Because of his diabetes.
- Type 1, to be exact.

I detected a fruity

acetone-like odor
in the vic's mouth,

indicating a hyperosmolar

- hyperglycemic state.
- So he od'd on sugar.

Precisely.

C.O.D. is acute shock and respiratory
failure as a result of...

severely elevated
glucose levels.

I mean, Sid, come on.
This doesn't make any sense.

Lifetime diabetic eats an
entire box of chocolate?

And then doesn't use his
insulin to save his own life?

Well, this fresh injection site
suggests he may have tried to.

All right, but then
why didn't it work?

(Siren wailing)

Don't shoot him!

"Bring him to Teterboro
airport, hangar 20."

(Phone rings)

Mac?
Hey.

Hey, I'm sorry.

It, uh, doesn't look good
for our 8:00 reservation.

Well, I'll call the restaurant,

see if they have
an opening later.

On Valentine's day?
Uh, we may be out of luck.

That's okay. I'll just, uh,
pick up some food instead.

Aw, I was really looking
forward to going out tonight.

Well, you know,
maybe it's for the best.

What you went through
was hell, Christine.

Recovering from that kind of
trauma is gonna take time and

patience. You don't have
to push yourself.

I know.

A-and I accept that, Mac.

I know, but I also refuse
to spend another minute

hiding from the world. I need
to get out of this apartment.

Besides, is there any better
excuse than Valentine's day?

All right.

See if you can change
the reservation.

I'll call you back
in a little bit.

Okay.
And, Mac?

You don't have to check
on me every 15 minutes.

I need you to know

you're not going through this alone.

I do.

I know.

I'll see you later tonight.

Bye.

Hey.
Christine?

Yeah.

How's she holding up?

She's better.

She's a fighter.
Stubborn as hell.

Mm-hmm, sounds familiar.

You two were made
for each other.

♪

♪

(Sighs)
So...

vic was definitely up
to something shady.

I found two dozen texts
between Bernard Chandler

and a woman by the name
of Evelyn Long.

And I'm thinking she
might've been the one

- who sent him the chocolates.
- What were they discussing?

I don't know. The messages
were kind of cryptic,

but from what I gathered,

they were planning
some sort of trip

and they didn't want
the wife to find out.

Okay, so if Sandra did find out

her husband was having an affair,

that definitely constitutes
motive for murder.

Sid says he was killed by taking

too much sugar.
So how do you convince

a diabetic to risk his life
by eating a box of chocolates?

(Computer beeps)

HAWKES: By making him think
there wasn't any risk.

Before this was torn off,

this chocolate was
labeled sugar free,

listing malitol
as the sweetener.

Which only partially digests

- and barely affects your
blood sugar. - Right.

But the sample I took from
Chandler's stomach contents

contained concentrated levels

of refined sucrose...
nothing sugar free about it.

So the wife switched out
the chocolates

- and he ate them, thinking they
were safe. - And she tore off

the label before calling the police.

Damn, that's twisted. But it still
doesn't explain how she stopped

an insulin injection
from saving him.

SANDRA:
Why am I here?

You're here

- because you murdered your husband.
- That's ridiculous.

I loved Bernie deeply.
No man ever treated me

with the same respect
and kindness as he did.

Maybe, until you started to suspect
that he was cheating on you.

Which would make you angry
enough to want Bernie dead.

I've heard enough, okay?
I'm leaving.

Sit down.
Sit down.

We're just getting started.

We searched your
apartment for his insulin.

DANNY: We didn't find that,
but we found something

all over your vanity.

Simple syrup.

Mixture of, uh,
sugar and water.

Yeah, I know what it is.

Well, then you know what happens

when you replaced Bernie's
insulin with it, right?

You bought him a box

of, uh, sugar-free
chocolates,

and then you replaced them

with the regular ones?

Really? Huh?
Then he gets home,

he sees the surprise you
left him, and he goes to town,

'cause, you said, right,
he had a weakness

for sweets.
His sugar level

goes through the roof
immediately.

Gets dizzy,

disoriented, he's out of breath.

He would recognize
that he needed his insulin.

But then what?

Thanks to you, all he's doing

is injecting himself
with one final, fatal dose

of sugar.

(Grunts)

So you tried to hide
the evidence, right?

So we wouldn't find it?

And with all due respect,
Mrs. Chandler, throwing it down

the garbage chute?
Come on.

That's pretty stupid.

You don't think we're
gonna find that?

I knew something was up

when Bernie started leaving
the room to take calls.

When he suddenly
added a password

to his phone.
It didn't take me long

- to break that.
- So you read the texts

between him and Evelyn.

It was like being stabbed
through the chest.

I couldn't breathe.

I saw the way other women
looked at my husband,

the way they envied me.

Whoever this Evelyn was,

I just knew she was
prettier than me.

Younger.

But the worst part...

he was taking her on
my dream vacation.

My heart and soul really
did belong to my husband.

He was the prince charming
I had wished for

ever since I was a little girl.

But now you hated him
'cause he broke your heart.

I hated myself.

Why did you hate yourself?

For not being good enough.

For not being the wife
that Bernie wanted,

the one he deserved.

I always feared that
he'd come home someday

and tell me that he'd
found someone better.

And he said to you that
he needed to have a serious talk

with you, so you thought
today might be that day.

I couldn't let him walk away.

The thought of him having
a life with another woman...

(Voice breaks):
would've killed me.

So you killed him instead?

Evelyn Long...

Uh, she was your husband's

travel agent,
and she was helping him

set up the trip to Europe
for the two of you.

That was the big surprise.

Happy anniversary,
Mrs. Chandler.

♪

(Door closes)

(Sighing):
Ooh.

From the outside looking in,

Sandra was
the ultimate prize.

But in her mind, it was
the other way around.

Yep, I guess I was wrong, huh...
true love is really blind.

- Something I want to show you.
- All right.

What?

(Sighs)

♪

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa,
this is you?

Yeah. I was 20,

and madly in love with
a girl named Susie Thomas.

But she couldn't see past my size,
pretended I didn't even exist,

- and broke my heart.
- Eh, what'd you do about it?

Starting working out,
eating right.

I was a different man

when I ran into Susie years later.

Yeah, that must've felt
pretty good, huh?

Yeah, yeah,
it did... until...

she told me that
she had a giant crush

on me, too, but was afraid
of what her friends would say.

- Of course.
- Yeah. And I realized,

you know, that love has
the power to overcome

almost anything,

but only if we all can get past
our own prejudice and let it.

Yeah.
I'm gonna keep this.

- No, you're not.
- Let me just keep it. Come on.

And if you tell anybody
about it, you're a dead man.

What, were you pushing,
two and a half

- in that picture there?
- Eh, maybe a deuce and a quarter.

That's not bad.
Eh.

(camera shutter clicking)

♪

Serial numbers have
been filed down.

Man was shot
in the back.

(gunshots)
Somehow the gun

ended up underneath him.

Doesn't make sense.

Our vic is Jeremy Howser.

Sounds familiar.

It should.
He's been in the news lately.

Howser was the CEO

of some fortune 500
investment firm.

The SEC has been
investigating

allegations that he defrauded
some of his clients.

Surefire way to
make enemies.

That wasn't the only
controversy in his life.

He was also in the middle
of a very ugly divorce.

We're talking millions in cash

and assets at stake.

And gives the wife
ample motive.

Being here gave her
ample opportunity.

That's her right there.

Patrol picked her up

fleeing the scene minutes
after the shooting.

When I heard those gunshots
and saw Jeremy fall,

I just panicked.

I wasn't running to get away,

I was running to
save my own life.

Did you see the shooter?

Everything happened so fast.

We understand that
you and your husband

were in the middle of a highly
contentious divorce.

Jeremy and I hadn't spoken
to each other in months.

And what were you doing
here with him tonight?

He called me out of
the blue this afternoon...

- Told me he wanted to meet
right away. - He say why?

Only that he was tired of fighting.

That he wanted to settle
things like adults.

It was my idea to meet here.
Just in case.

- In case of what?
- I figured

if we met in public, he'd have
to keep things civilized.

Sounds like you were
afraid of him.

Jeremy had a temper, yes,

but if you think
I would ever hurt him,

you're wrong.

I wanted free of him,
but not like this.

(Computer beeping)

One of the rounds fragmented?

Uh, both of them, actually.

One from impacting
the mid-thoracic spine

and the other from
contact with the lumbar.

Bone and bullet fragments
ricocheted through his heart,

proving fatal
almost instantaneously.

Vic never saw it coming.

This wasn't a murder, Sid,
it was an execution.

Well, there's
something else. Uh...

Abrasions and contusions
on the knuckles

with discoloration and
inflammation of the metacarpals.

TAYLOR:
Offensive wounds.

I'd say our vic punched something.

- Or someone.
- Uh, clotting

is fresh, uh, suggesting
the injuries were sustained

several hours prior

- to his being shot.
- Any bruising or lacerations

anywhere else on his body?

None. If he was in a fight,

it's likely our vic
was the aggressor.

What's that?

TAYLOR: It looks like
some kind of ink stamp.

Damn it, I...
I don't know how I missed it.

Uh, sorry, Mac.

It's okay, Sid...
once in eight years

that you don't catch
something, it's still

a perfect record,
as far as I'm concerned.

Get some photos.

♪

(Beeping)

(Whirring)

♪

Uh, it wasn't easy, but I
sorted the bullet fragments

that Sid retrieved, and I
was able to reconstruct

- one of the rounds.
- Striae match

- the gun I found?
- Not even close.

Not even the same caliber.

And the GSR swab
from Wendy Howser's hands,

it came back negative.

She did not shoot
her husband, Mac.

Well, somebody did.

Um, I'm running
the rounds through,

uh, IBIS, and, uh,

you know, when the system gets
a match, it will notify you.

- What, you going somewhere?
(Laughs) - Oh...

Well, y-you know
my girlfriend, Michelle.

I mean, she has never
been ice-skating...

- Adam...
- Sorry, you're right. Okay, well,

I got these VIP tickets to the rink
at the Rockefeller Center, okay?

But if I don't leave literally in
the next ten minutes, it's over.

- You can go.
- Oh, yes!

Just as soon as you
figure out what this is.

TAYLOR: It's faded, so you may
have to enhance the detail

- before...
- Hypodermic.

It's a club on the lower east side.

You know, a lot of indie
bands, pretty cool vibe.

Yeah, they actually, um,
stamp your wrist when you're

on the way out, just in case
you want to come back in.

(Panting): Yeah.

- Anything else?
- Go.

(Speaking unintelligibly)

You're so good to me.

Sorry, that was a little awkward.
Sorry. Okay.

I got to go.

(Beeping)

(Beep)

Mac.

Officer Thomas Reynolds,

retired from the force in 2010

six months after being cleared
in a justified shooting case.

Three years later,
he uses the same gun

to shoot Jeremy Howser.
Why?

What's the connection

between a retired cop
and crooked CEO?

Reynolds runs a small
private-security firm.

Couple part-time employees.

Mostly short-term
protection services.

But he did have one

long-standing account with
a certain financial institution.

Howser's investment firm.

This gets better.

Howser's assistant
heard them fighting

in his office this morning.

Didn't know what it was about, but
he said it got mighty heated,

and Reynolds left the building
with a black eye and a pink slip.

Beat up and fired in the same day.

Reynolds followed Howser
to the outdoor market

and got exactly what
he wanted... revenge.

(Siren wailing)

NYPD!

Clear!

Clear!

Bedroom clear!

Nobody's home.

Reynolds knows protocol.

Knew we'd be coming here first.

TAYLOR: Don.
Look at this.

FLACK:
Son of a bitch.

We had this all wrong.

TAYLOR: Reynolds wasn't
following Jeremy Howser.

He was doing surveillance
on Howser's wife.

Mac.

Gray sedan, east
side of the street.

Reynolds.

Down on your knees,
let me see your hands!

He's got a gun.

It's not loaded,
I swear.

Don't move.

You're under arrest for the
murder of Jeremy Howser.

I met Jeremy Howser
a few years back.

He was looking for some
personal protection.

Protection from what?

His company made
some bad investments.

Lost his clients
a boatload of money.

Thought they'd come after him.

- Did they?
- No.

But Howser thought that
everybody was out to get him,

especially his wife.

Wendy, she tried to fix
things between them,

but the damage was done.

So, she filed for divorce.

After that, he made it his
mission in life to punish her.

But he needed your help to do it.

FLACK: So, he had you
looking for dirt on Wendy.

Anything he could use
as leverage against her.

But instead, what I found

was the kindest,
most selfless individual

I'd ever seen.

And I watched
Wendy volunteering

at hospitals,
and-and homeless shelters

over and over,
giving her time and money

to those less privileged.

She was an incredible woman,

and that's exactly
what I told Jeremy.

Your services are
no longer required.

I'm gonna handle things myself.

I don't want your money.

I just want you to
leave Wendy alone.

Let her move on
with her life, man.

It's what she deserves.

I'll decide what Wendy deserves!

Not the lawyers!

Not you!

Her life belongs to me.

REYNOLDS:
Man, it took everything

inside of me
not to hit him back.

And that was the moment
that I realized

that he was gonna kill his wife.

You should have gone to the police.

With what evidence?
It was my word against his.

FLACK:
So you followed Wendy instead.

REYNOLDS:
He was going to shoot her.

I didn't have time to think.

I just reacted.

(Gunshots)
(Grunts, bystanders screaming)

(Indistinct yelling)

I was protecting
an innocent life.

- Exactly what I was trained to do.
- You were also

trained to take responsibility
for your actions,

not run from the scene
of a crime.

It was stupid, I know.

I panicked.

So, why'd you finally
decide to turn yourself in?

'Cause I thought about Wendy.

The type of person that she is.

And I realized that
that's the type of person

that I wanted to be, too.

It's probably too late
for that, now.

Jeremy's the only other person

that can corroborate that story,

and he damn sure ain't talking.

He doesn't have to.

Not only did he buy
a gun off the street,

Howser stopped at a club

on his way to meet his wife.

Stayed less than
ten minutes,

then got his hand stamped
so he could come back later.

FLACK:
And, just in case

his alibi for the time of the
shooting didn't work out,

he also bought himself
a one-way ticket to Geneva.

TAYLOR: Seems he had his
wife's murder all figured out.

The only thing
he didn't count on....

was your selfless act.

(Siren wails)

("Happy in my heartache"
playing)

♪ Coffee is on the table,
and I ♪

♪ just can't seem

♪ to wake up this
aching heart of mine ♪

You're absolutely breathtaking.

♪ One more day without you

♪ and I'll be fine

♪ know I'm good for waiting

♪ but waiting's wasted time

♪ oh, and I

♪ I don't take it lightly

♪ the trouble that
I've gone through ♪

This is for you.

(Christine laughs)

♪ To get you to know who I am

♪ oh, and I

♪ I can't find the reason...

How do you always know
the exact right thing to say?

It's easy, Christine.

'Cause I love you.

♪ Wicked winds are blowing

♪ through the halls

♪ these old familiar faces

♪ are clinging to the walls

♪ I know it's cold,
but I can't feel at all ♪

♪ and I know these walls
are crumbling ♪

♪ I won't stay
to watch them fall ♪

♪ oh, and I

♪ I don't take it lightly

♪ the trouble that
I've gone through ♪

♪ to get you to know who I am

♪ oh, and I

♪ I can't find a reason...

LINDSAY: Do you even remember
the last time

that we had
five minutes together?

Uh, yup.

Thursday, in the A.V. lab.

It was fantastic
until Adam showed up.

Seriously, though,
between Lucy and work,

I feel like we don't even
see each other any more.

And, it's about to get a lot harder.

(Groans)

It's also about to
get a lot better.

There's my little boy.

(Lindsay giggles)

Well...

Lucy's asleep, now.

And work is done, so...

You know, maybe...

I told you

we'd have a little
time to celebrate.

(Giggles)

LUCY:
Mommy, mommy!

There's a vampire

(Lindsay laughs)
under my bed!

I got it.

♪ Oh, and I

♪ I don't take it lightly

♪ the trouble that
I've gone through ♪

♪ to get you to know who I am

Hi, mom.

(Gasps)

Ellie.

What are you
doing here?

I though you were
out with Andrew.

I told him I was coming
down with a cold.

But you've been looking
forward to this date for weeks.

I know, I just changed
my mind, that's all.

I thought maybe
you and I could

make some, uh, double fudge,
death-by-chocolate

ice cream sundaes,
instead, hmm?

Watch one of these
little sappy movies?

Okay, does this have
anything to do

with your poor mom flying
solo on Valentine's day?

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

Ellie Danville.

(Chuckles)

Aw, you are becoming the
most amazing young lady.

Yeah, yeah.

Tell me something I don't know.

Here's something.

I get to pick the movie.

(Laughs)
No, you don't.

♪ I don't what to do

♪ to keep holding on...

LOVATO:
Why are we in here?

It smells like...

I don't know what it smells
like, but it's bad.

Suck it up, Lovato,
we're almost there.

Can't you just tell me
where we're going?

- No.
- Fine.

But these heels are
way too sexy

for a stinky stairwell.

You didn't forget
Valentine's day, did you?

Are you kidding me?

It's my favorite holiday.

After Arbor day, that is.

You're crazy, you know that?

And very thoughtful.

So, does that mean
that, uh...

sentimental crap
does make you swoon?

Maybe a little bit.

Dinner's getting cold.

I don't care.

What are we doing, Flack?

I mean, what is this?

It's whatever we want it to be.

Doesn't really matter
what we call it, does it?

You're going to have to meet
my brothers soon.

Bring 'em on.

They're a tough crowd.

Especially when they
meet my boyfriends.

Do I look worried?

They're gonna love me.

Yeah, they will.

♪ I can't find a reason

♪ to be happy in my heartache

♪ 'cause I should
know better than that ♪

♪ oh, I'm better than that.

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