All language subtitles for CSI New York S02E09 City of the Dolls.DVD.HI.cc.en.CBS

♪ When they finally come,
what'll you do to them? ♪

♪ Gonna decimate them
like you did to me? ♪

( horn honking)

♪ Will you leave them stunned
and stuttering? ♪

Give me the rock.

( grunts)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Driver's side window
on that truck.

Right there.
Too easy, man.

Hey, what...?!

Think he's a little ticked off?

Hey! Stupid punks,
get back here! I saw you!

♪ You're invincible ♪

Get back here!

♪ Invincible ♪

♪ You're invincible ♪
( indistinct shouting)

♪ That crushing, crashing,
atom-smashing, white-hot thing ♪

♪ Invincible ♪
( door bell jangles)

♪ Invincible. ♪

( gasps)

DOLL:
That tickles! ( giggles)

DOLL 2:
Do you wanna play?

DOLL 3:
I'm Riley!

Oh, my God!

Do you wanna play?

I'm Riley.

You're special.

MESSER:
Wow.

Now, this is spooky.

Welcome to New York City's

Premiere Doll Hospital.

I lived here my whole life.

Never knew a place
like this existed.

You never broke an arm
off your GI Joe?

Yeah, but I did it on purpose.

It was a casualty of war.

TAYLOR:
Who's our vic?

Russell McCulley.
He owns all of this.

And the kid?

MAKA:
Arvin Dooley.

He literally
stumbled onto our vic

and then called 911.
Somebody sliced

his hand good.

Sliced right through
the radial artery.

MESSER:
I got something here.

TAYLOR:
Arterial spray.

He was cut there.

Direction of the blood pattern
says he stumbled

back to here,
grabbed for the shelves,

and it all came tumbling down.

More than likely died of shock
before he completely bled out.

Why kill this guy?

MAKA:
Doesn't appear
to be a robbery.

Cash is still in the register.

None of the dolls are

missing, as far as we can tell.

And no sign of forced entry.

Although the kid did say

that it was open.

TAYLOR:
"Closed" sign is in the window.

I imagine the vic
flipped the sign,

but didn't get a chance
to lock the door.

Left hand is clenched,

still holding on tight.

Cadaveric spasm.

Quick and extreme rigor.

Something about this little doll
was worth dying for.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

( camera shutter clicking)

Dr. McCulley usually
stays after hours,

mostly to catch up on paperwork.

We close at 6:00.

Doctor?

We try to make it
like a real hospital.

We have admission
and release forms,

visiting hours.

It's for the kids.

When they drop off
their broken dolls,

we want them to feel like
we'll take good care of them.

Anything special about
the doll that was in his hand?

NURSE:
Secret Sofie.

She was admitted
yesterday afternoon.

I believe the doctor
repaired her.

I can get you
the paperwork, Detective.

Miss Felton, can you
think of any reason

why someone would
want to kill Dr. McCulley?

No.

Any disgruntled customers,
former employees?

Maybe he was having problems
at home with the family.

The smallest thing could help.

Uh... one lady returned
her antique doll several times.

She was unsatisfied with the
work, but that was months ago.

Uh... more recently,
the doctor filed

a complaint with WorldSend.

The parcel delivery service?

Some of the dolls we repair
come from out of state.

We carefully package
them and send them back.

But, lately, we've
been getting calls

the items inside were broken.

Was Mr. McCulley married
or in a relationship?

Hopelessly single.

Although there were a lot
of women in his life.

Were you one of them?

No.

I wasn't that lucky.

Excuse me.

Possible suspect?

No. I'm focused
on the boxes behind him.

They have WorldSend
overnight labels,

all are unopened, and the one

on the bottom appears
to have been wet.

Looks like it absorbed water
from the bottom up.

Possibly from the snow.

Someone delivered
those boxes last night.

( camera shutter clicking)

No ligature marks, lacerations.

No abrasions.

No bullet wounds.

No apparent external
injuries whatsoever.

I've got several
nondescript capsules

and a half glass of water.

But nothing that
tells me whether these

are barbiturates or vitamins.

Possible O.D.

It's certainly not suicide.

This is a "To Do" list
dated for tomorrow.

If you're going to kill
yourself, why would you waste

your time planning
to pay bills and do laundry?

She was a waitress.

Yeah?

How do you afford

this address on a
waitress' salary?

Is it me, or is she smiling?

Some souls find peace
with death.

Yeah.

This isn't her glove.

Hey.

( garbled radio transmission)

When Lauren didn't answer
the door, I became concerned.

We've only been neighbors
for eight months,

but I-I feel like
I've known her forever.

I-I know this sounds silly,

but something
just didn't feel right.

You know?

So I-I called the doorman.

You didn't assume
she was at work

or out running an errand?

Yesterday, she told me
she wasn't feeling well

and would spend today in bed.

Carolyn?

Are you okay?

Oh, Dale, it's terrible.
What? What?

Lauren's gone.

She's... she's dead.

What? What happened?

FLACK:
This is Detective Bonasera.

I'm Detective Flack.

Uh... Dale Straker.

Detective?

I'm sorry. This is a homicide?

All sudden and unexpected
deaths are investigated.

Of course.

Oh, um, you told them
about the argument, right?

No. I mean,

it was nothing really.

Yesterday, we heard some voices
coming from Lauren's apartment.

I don't know, but it sounded
like it got pretty heated.

About what time
was this argument?

Just after 5:00, I think.

Could you tell what they
were arguing about?

No, it's not that.

It was the tone
of the conversation

that was disturbing...
to me, at least.

It ended with

a door being slammed.

Was the other voice
male or female?

Female, definitely.

A very angry female voice.

I'm sorry.

( Carolyn sobbing)

Rhonda Chavez?

Look, before you start
into a really moving story

about how badly you need your
package, I can't help you, okay?

I'm not allowed to pull
anything off the truck.

I got to deliver it
to the address on the box.

I'd like to talk to you
about Russell McCulley.

His doll hospital is
on your delivery route.

Yeah, I know him.

You were there last night?

I can't believe he called you.

What, now it's a crime

to tell someone
to mind their own business?

Depends on how you told him.

I suppose he said
I threatened him.

Well, he accused me

of being careless
with his packages.

He called my supervisor.

I get one more complaint,
and I lose my job.

So, yeah, I got a little mad,
and I got in his face about it.

And then what?

I left.

Did you leave by the
front door or the back?

I didn't catch your name.

Detective Taylor.
Crime Scene Investigator.

Which door?

I went out the back door.

Every evening, same thing.

I park my truck in the alley.

I get in, get out,
get on with it.

It says "Fragile." I've had
enough of you ruining my boxes.

Yeah, yeah.

But the point is,

I don't appreciate
the accusation, okay?

The door locks
automatically behind me.

Did something happen?

Russell McCulley's
been murdered.

What?

What time was your delivery?

Late.
It was my last stop.

I'd say 6:30,
quarter to 7:00.

After closing.

Other than Russell McCulley,

was there anyone else in the
hospital when you were there?

No.

Anybody see you go in or out?

No.

Like I said, it was late.

How mad were you, Rhonda?

Not mad enough to kill him.

Now, unless you're
about to tell me

that I have the right
to remain silent,

I have to get back to work.

Excuse me.

Um, I'm Harry Ellis,
the next-door neighbor.

We were wondering how
long would all this take?

Most of the activity
will settle down

in a couple hours, but it's
going to remain a crime scene.

Oh.

Mr. Ellis, were you home
yesterday around 5:00?

Yes.

Did you, uh... did you
hear an argument coming

from Ms. Redgrave's apartment?

I heard something but,
like I said to the officers,

I've learned to tune out
the noises.

So it'll probably be
a whole week or so

before they can list the
apartment on the market?

Yeah, we usually don't let
the realtors show a place

until we get the stink of death
out of the carpeting.

Just thought I'd ask.

And the attitude is unnecessary.

HAMMERBACK:
Stomach cancer.

HAWKES:
So it was as it appeared...

Hair loss due to chemotherapy.

Only 28 years old.

This type of cancer is rare
in someone so young,

but it does happen.

However, despite
its advanced stage,

it wasn't her cause of death.

Her COD was respiratory failure.

I can see the discoloration
on the lungs.

It's very gray

here and here.

Surface hard and rubbery?

Yes, Doctor.

There's a degree of damage

to the organs due to the cancer
as well as the chemo treatments.

So there's very little
that I can conclude.

Until we get
the results back from tox.

Precisely.

BONASERA:
How much time did she have,

in regards to the cancer?

Three to four months.

I wonder if she knew that.

Thanks, Sid.

Maybe we should
revisit the idea of suicide.

Or assisted suicide.

She might have wanted
to end it on her own terms.

She had every healthy food,

cancer cure product
available in her home.

No, it didn't look to me like
she was giving up the fight.

I think Lauren Redgrave
really wanted to live.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

( click, whirring)

( voice slowing down):
My name is Sofie.

Right. Mac...

I checked our doll for hidden
drugs, cash, treasure maps.

Anything that would tell us
why our vic held on so tight.

And the verdict?

Zero. I have no clue

why this doll
was so important to him.

Any blood other than the vic's?

Negative. All we got
is a bad voice box.

And Lindsay just took it
over to the AV.

So we find out who
owned Secret Sofie.

You're having as much fun

with your doll
as I've had with mine.

Yeah. You have that shard you
pulled from the vic's hand?

Yeah.

This little doll's arm
is our murder weapon.

♪ ♪

( bleeping)

Cheap Styrofoam.

Somebody grabbed it
when the soup was still hot.

Flack. Yeah, yeah.

It's always
about the black glove.

Yeah, it's connected
to the soup.

I'm getting a little hungry
for lunch.

Meet me there?

Oh. uh...
I mix a little bit

of rat poison
with scrambled eggs.

Gets them every time.

Sorry you guys had to see that.

Two for lunch?

No.
Uh... no.
Thank you.

I just need to ask you
a couple questions.
Could you tell me

who made a delivery last night
to 837 West 57th Street?

Sure. That was me.

Great. Could you raise
your right hand, please?

We found your glove.

Three days ago, she was
supposed to cover for me.

She didn't show.

I almost got fired.

We got into it over the phone.

I felt bad,
so I went to see her.

Did she explain
why she didn't show up?

She said she was sick.

That's why I brought
her the soup.

And that was definitely
a mistake.

How's that?

She accused me
of trying to kill her.

I don't want it.
It's poison.

It's soup, Lauren.
It's your favorite.

You're sick.
You should eat something.

There's pesticides
in the vegetables.

They use chemicals

to manufacture Styrofoam,

and it seeps into the food.

And the meat is from
chickens that are injected

with hormones.
What is wrong with you?

I don't want to die!

Lauren, what are you
talking about?

Get out!

Just get out!

You have lost your mind.

I'd never seen her
like that before.

Did you bring Lauren anything
other to eat than the soup?

No.

All right.

Thank you.

Hey.

You didn't say how she died.

HAMMERBACK:
Arsenic poisoning.

It's your cause of death.

As you know, most common route
of entry is oral ingestion.

Yeah.

And we can rule out the capsules
we found at the scene.

They were nothing more

than a collection
of organic supplements.

There was no poison
detected in the soup.

So that means we'll need to go
back to the apartment

and test every food and
ingestible item that's there.

Histological examination
of the organs

indicates chronic poisoning.

Okay.
Usually I can tell
the number of weeks

but, because our victim
lost her hair,

we don't have
a sufficient sample

to determine
an accurate timeline.

Which would help us narrow
down a list of suspects.

Who was in her life at the
time of the poisonings?

You know, I used to date
a lovely young lady

who shed quite a bit.

My point being,

when you return to the
victim's apartment,

you might want to gather a few
hairs from the shower drain.

I imagine she didn't wear
her wig while bathing.

And any long blond hairs
in the drain would be from her,

most likely when she
started to lose her hair.

Right.

Anything, Hawkes?

I'm suspicious about everything
and sure of nothing.

Ain't that the truth.

( violin music playing)

You hear that?

Wow. He's good.

Yeah.

Really good.

You know, I don't think Lauren
told anybody about her cancer.

The Strakers didn't mention it,

and it was obvious

that Darcy hadn't
heard about it.

That's a tough thing
to go through by yourself.

Oh. Must have been
such a hard blow.

Now I understand
why she went to bed

with her wig and makeup on.

What if she died in her sleep?

She wanted to look beautiful.

Yeah, and she did.

Hmm.

Hey, Hawkes, come here.

Take a look at this...
Top of the tea bag.

Very top.

Staple's been moved.

Removed.

This one, too.

Yeah, we got something here.

Hey, Hawkes.

Yeah?

The tea bags were tainted
with arsenic,

iron, metal,
sulfide and olivine.

None of these are
listed as ingredients
on the tea bag box.

And the last four
components create

meteorite dust.

Meteorite dust?

I don't make this stuff up.

Mmm.

Well, why is it in the tea bags?

The unanswered
question. I know

that they collect this dust
from craters here on Earth.

It's predominately used
in golf clubs.

It's odd, and unexplainable,

but it's not lethal.

It was the arsenic
that killed Lauren Redgrave.

And the results
of the atomic absorption test

on her hair

says she's been slowly poisoned

over the last seven months.

This poison was found
in tea bags

that anybody could pick up
at an upscale drugstore.

You're thinking
product tampering?

I'm thinking maybe
this is a lot bigger

than Lauren Redgrave.

I dropped the doll off
yesterday, late afternoon,

after my faculty meeting
here at school.

Is there anything special
about your daughter's doll?

Um, to Abby,
Sofie was very special,

but other than that, no.

Why'd you take the doll
to the doll hospital?

As Abby explained it, Sofie's
mouth would move, but the sound

wouldn't come out.
Has she had the
doll for a while?

Over a year.

MAN:
Miss Drake,

these are the last boxes.

Thank you, boys.

Luke, don't forget...
Tutoring on Monday.

And, Jason, I expect your art
history homework first thing.

Ms. Drake, we checked
the doll hospital's

phone records.

Mr. McCulley
called you

last night?
Yes, he left a message

on my voicemail.

I could pick up the doll
any time I was ready.

But, right now,

I do have to pick up
my daughter.

Sure. Thank you.

MONROE:
Thanks.

( sighing)

Maybe this isn't
about the doll at all.

Maybe he just used it
to defend himself.

Grip was way too tight.

You ever been to the
scene of a shooting

where the vic's hand is
actually frozen in place?

You can actually take the gun...

slide it right into the palm.

Perfect fit.

That means he was struggling

with his attacker for the gun.

Same thing happened here.

You know?
You hungry?

No, I got to get back
to the lab.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, me, too.

Me, too.

( siren wailing)

MONROE:
This is no ordinary doll.

Pretty expensive,
not very many made,

but her big selling point
is that she can keep a secret.

The owner of the doll
can record a message...

a secret... and then
play it back again.

I've been tinkering with it...

GIRL'S VOICE:
I saw them kissing again.

This time

they were naked,
and I saw everything.

They kept saying
things like, "Ooh,

touch me there.
That feels good."

It was a bad touch.
Shh.

It's a secret.

Sounds like she caught
two people

in a compromising position.

The doctor fixed the doll
and heard the secret.

Do you murder somebody over it?

Depends on who
was getting compromised.

Go back to the top.

I saw them kissing again.

This time they were naked,

and I saw everything.

They kept saying things like...
Wait. Go back.

And I saw everything.
They kept saying...

Pull up the background.

( fading):
I saw them kissing again.

This time, they were naked,
and I saw...

( bell ringing)

That's some kind of a bell.

This little girl saw something
at her elementary school?

I guess we won't know
until we ask her.

Abby, Sofie told me
that you two have a secret.

Do you want to tell me

what it is?

No. I don't think
she would like it.

I'm sure Sofie wouldn't mind.

I don't think so.

Secrets are like promises.

And you have to keep them.

MS. DRAKE:
I'm sorry. She won't
tell me, either.

I tried on the way over here.

It's okay, sweetie.

You're being very good.

Abby, I promise
you won't get
in trouble.

No one's going to get mad.

In fact, nobody even has to know
that you told me.

( whispers):
You can tell me.

( whispers):
No, I can't.

The good news...
Only one box was tainted.

The box in Lauren Redgrave's
apartment.

The bad news, Harry,
is this little price tag.

It tells me

that the box came
from your store.

So someone tampered
with my products.

And it's just a coincidence
that your next-door neighbor

bought the only tainted box?

I didn't poison her.

Did you know your
price tag stamp

could be identified
much like a gun?

It leaves a very specific
identifying mark

unique only to that stamp.
No other stamp has it.

This is all very interesting,

but why would I kill her?

We asked ourselves
the same question.

And you know what?

You had already
given me the answer.

You were interested
in her apartment.

Do you hear what you're saying?

That I'd kill somebody
for a space?

It's a closet.

With a view.
Maybe knock
the wall down

that separates your
apartment from hers.

Wasn't that your plan
eight months ago, Harry?

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

Well, then let me take
you back to the beginning.

You see, we couldn't figure
out how Lauren Redgrave

could afford that apartment

on a waitress' salary,
so we did some research.

And what we learned was

the previous owner,
George Milfy,

left it to his favorite
waitress in his will.

That must have
really pissed you off.

You know what?
Yeah, it did.

We're a co-op.

And we screen potential tenants.

Those are the rules,

and George Milfy broke them
from his grave.

Well, who knew his will

would supersede the rules?

I didn't kill her.

I wouldn't do that.

I don't murder people.

That little girl
was a tough cookie.

I couldn't get any
more information.

When we recovered
the doll at the scene,

it wasn't working.

But the nurse said
McCulley had repaired it.

So it must have been
damaged again in the struggle.

If the doll doctor heard
the same message we did,

he might have believed
that Abby witnessed

something inappropriate.

That would explain
the phone call he made

to Abby's mother that night.

But it's not the kind
of thing you leave on
somebody's voicemail.

But the fact remains...

The doctor held on to that doll.

Somebody wanted it
because they knew
what was on it.

Okay, that swatch you cut
from the doll's clothing...

Anything on it?

Salt... potassium acetate...
which is consistent

with the stuff that they use to
melt the snow and ice

out on the streets.

That leaves the print
on the murder weapon.

No match in any database.

Okay, go back to it, dig deeper.

We need to find something
that gets us to our killer.

You're going to have to do
more than just stare at it.

I'm waiting for it
to talk to me.

Ah! Then you might want
to buy it a drink first.

This is all we got on our case.

And you know what Mac
says, right?

Dig deeper.
Dig deeper.

You remember
the Hutchinson murder?

Bleecker Street?

Oily print.

Yes, I do.

If it's not the print itself,

maybe it's something
in the print.

Exactly.

Thank you.

Stella, I heard your vic
had cancer, huh?

Yeah. Sad. It's very sad.

Get that done, okay?

All right.

What are you doing?

You don't got to do that.

I was taught, if you show
someone a little respect,

you might get more
than what you came for.

You, uh, play good cop,
I'll be bad cop.

I'm going to keep my shoes on.

Okay.

( knocking)

Guess you didn't grow up
with hardwood floors.

No, I didn't, actually.

Bronx marble.

What's that?

It's linoleum.

MS. DRAKE:
Once sec.

MESSER:
So, we found a fingerprint

on the murder weapon
that killed Mr. McCulley.

Also, we found traces
of a substance called rhodium

on that same fingerprint.

What does that have
to do with me?

We saw you loading jewelry
into your car

the other day, Ms. Drake.

Rhodium is used
to plate white gold.

You obviously know something
about jewelry plating.

Actually, it's about
the physics of art.

One of my new classes.

I'm teaching my students

to take ordinary pieces
of costume jewelry

and turn them into
extraordinary works of art.

I think this ordinary
fingerprint that we found
on the murder weapon...

might belong to you.

I'm sure it does.

When I dropped off
Abby's doll, Mr. McCulley

was helping another customer.

While I was waiting, I was
fidgeting with the arm

of a broken doll that was
sitting on the counter.

I hope you don't imprison
people based on such

pedestrian evidence.

How did you know it was
the arm we were talking about?

Detective Messer simply said
the print was found

on the weapon that
killed the victim.

Well, it must be
what you were referring to.

It was the only thing
on the counter when I was there.

Where were you on the night
of the murder, Ms. Drake?

Are you suggesting that
I'm a suspect in his death?

You didn't answer my question.

I was at a PTA dinner.

MESSER:
You got a phone number
of someone

that can confirm that?

Absolutely.

Thought you were going
to play good cop.

There's something
about that woman.

Yeah, I know.
She had

all the answers, huh?

Danny...

Yeah.

Let's see if she has
an answer for this.

Tony.

It's a rush.
Okay.

MESSER:
I intercepted your DNA results.

The blood on the
eyeball you found in
Monica Drake's hallway?

Yeah?
It's a match
to Russell McCulley.

You're making me nervous, Mac.
You got that look.

What look is that?
That one that says

we're not quite finished;

cancel your plans
for the evening.

The doll's eye was outside
Monica Drake's apartment,

which puts Mr. McCulley's killer
in her building.

Wait. I'm confused.
It sounds to me like
you're saying that

the killer is somebody
other than Monica Drake.

Her alibi was confirmed.
She was nowhere near

the doll hospital
at the time of the murder.

But, Mac, we found the eyeball
outside her door.

Outside, Lindsay.

Defense attorney will
argue it's a hallway

where anyone has access.

We got rhodium on a print and
the vic's blood on the eyeball.

I'd say that's enough
to get a search warrant.

Okay.

So let's find something
inside the apartment,

preferably the doll
doctor's blood.

Monica Drake knows the killer.

Looks like Ms. Drake's
been quite busy.

More semen samples here
than a fertility clinic.

What do you got?

It's kind of a white powder.

There's more on the floor.

Seems kind of out of place,

considering how clean
the rest of the apartment is.
That's great,

but we need blood.
Not anything?

Not a drop.

There it is.

TAYLOR:
See it?

The windows.

MESSER:
There's snow.

Window on the left
and the window

on the right
have the same drift pattern.

Yeah, and the snow

on the center window's
disturbed.

Somebody climbed
through that window.

( beeping)

We got salt.

MESSER:
Same as on the
doll dress.

Our killer entered
the doll hospital from here.

I don't know, Mac.

There's no fire escape ladder.

There's not even a Dumpster.

How's he get
from down here up there?

I mean, if that
readout's correct,

we're looking for someone
from the Knicks.
No.

We're looking for Rhonda.

At best, it's
circumstantial evidence.

You know, we can connect Ellis
to the teas and motive,

but we can't prove he
poisoned Lauren Redgrave.

And, since we didn't
get a confession, that
don't add up to much.

Let's just go back
to Darcy Sullivan.

Rat poison is arsenic,
and we did find traces
of arsenic in her glove.

Yeah, but when did

she have access to that
particular box of tea,

and what's her motive?

And why would anyone
poison someone

who was already
so close to death?

They didn't know she had cancer.

( door opens)
HAWKES:
I answered

the unanswered question.

BONASERA:
Really?
Yes.

With a violin?

This is going to be good.

Now, I want you guys
to look right here, okay?

Rosin.

They use it to coat bows

of string instruments.
It makes the tone better.

Exactly.

Okay.

Sometimes metals are added
to rosin

to create different
tonal qualities.

One of those metals
is meteorite dust.

The unexplained ingredient
in our tea bag.

Okay,

wait a minute.
This is not just about

a room with a view.
This is about space.

Gentlemen, we have

the right motive,
just the wrong neighbor.

Oh, you really are a
brilliant musician,
Mr. Straker.

Thank you.
Mmm.

And a very patient killer.

Arsenic poisoning over
the last seven months.

Right after Lauren Redgrave

inherited the apartment
from George Milfy.

No. You've got
the wrong person.
No, no, we had

the wrong person.
See, your neighbor...

Harry Ellis... he was
our first suspect.

Just knocking down the
wall between his and
Lauren's apartment,

he gains a view.

But your plan was for a nursery.

That's why you killed her,
right?

You don't understand.

Lauren, Carolyn and I
were like family.

Guess that's what made it so
easy to execute the poisoning.

Tell me something,
Dale. Did you ever

put arsenic in any other food?

Then maybe Carolyn made
a nice casserole,

took it over to Lauren's house?

You used your wife

and Lauren's friendship

to gain access
to Lauren's apartment, food...

Look, this is crazy. Look, I
did not poison Lauren Redgrave.

Oh, but you did.

( playing dramatic
classical music)

BONASERA:
See, rosin's very messy...
it gets sticky,

sticks on your hands, gets
underneath your fingernails.

You didn't even think
about that when

you were putting the arsenic
in the tea bags, did you?

( music continues)

I... I want to, uh...
talk to my lawyer.
Good.

You can explain to him
what sealed your fate.

It's always the simplest things.

There you go...
Lauren's "To Do" list:

pay bills, do laundry, and, oh,

"Give Dale $7.95."

The price of a box of tea.

Oh, um, Mr. Straker?

Just wanted to let you know,

Lauren had terminal cancer.

She only had three months
to live.

So, this is where I parked it,
just left of the door.

Gives me plenty of room
to load and unload.

Salt.

That's how salt got on his shoe.

Yo, Mac, I think
I've seen this before.

Thank you, boys.

Luke, don't forget about
tutoring on Monday.

Looks like we've got trace.

TAYLOR:
She told you to break in

to the doll hospital?
That's not how it happened.

Ms. Drake had nothing
to do with this.

Come on, Luke.

She sent you there to steal
the doll. Isn't that right?

Hey! What are you doing?
Give me the doll!

( yelling)

But you messed up...
You were only supposed

to get the doll, not
kill Russell McCulley.

It was an accident!

A terrible accident!

I mean, he should've just
given me the doll.

You panicked...

so you went to her.

I think he's dead!

Where's the doll?
I'm in trouble,
I didn't get it.

You've got this all wrong.

The secret your daughter
was keeping was yours.

She walked in on you...

"tutoring" Luke Fisher.

Mommy, you all right?

MS. DRAKE:
Yeah, that feels good

Mom? Mommy?

Abby... sweetie, go to bed.

And you asked her
to keep it a secret, right?

But she decided to
share it with someone...

Someone she trusted.

I saw them kissing again.

This time they were naked,
and I saw everything.

They kept saying things like,

"Ooh, touch me there.
That feels good."

It was a bad touch.

Shh!

It's a secret.

MS. DRAKE:
Abby, cookies are ready.
( timer rings)

MESSER:
That bell we heard
came from your kitchen.

You would have never
known about it

if the doll hadn't been broken

and the doctor
hadn't heard the secret.

That's why he made
that call to you

the other night,
'cause he was concerned.

ABBY ( on tape):
They kept saying things like,

"Ooh, touch me there.
That feels good."

McCULLEY:
I just thought
you should hear that.

Abby has such
a vivid imagination.

She would've told me if she saw
something like that at school.

I'll pick up the doll tomorrow.

Why did you do it, Luke?

If people found out,

they wouldn't let us
be together.

Now, I got a secret for you.

No one knew that

what Abby witnessed...

was you and Luke Fisher.

There's nothing on that tape
that says it was you.

ABBY ( on tape):
I saw them kissing again.

This time they were naked,
and I saw everything.

( beep)

To anyone else,
that could sound like...

two high school kids going at it
behind the bleachers.

But, to your guilty conscience,

it sounded just like
what it was:

you and a teenage boy.

Does it matter at all
that I love him?

( wry chuckle)