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[New Age-style rock music]

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Fellas...just when you
thought you'd seen it all.

We've heard
that one before.

She was found her foot
caught in the stirrup

and the stirrup tangled
around her leg.

Poor horse practically
strangling himself

trying
to get free of her.

Any idea how long?

Apparently the horse

has been missing
from the stable for two days.

I mean the girl,
not the horse.

Wasn't the girl
they came looking after.

It was the horse
they reported missing.

He belongs to someplace
called the Leighton Academy.

[Nigel]
Uh-huh.
Private school for girls.

For the wealthy,
not the rich.

What's the difference?

Rich people make lots of money.

Wealthy people
sign their checks.

It's Tammi Eldridge.

That's a whole
'nother league.

No, I'm saying it's her.
It's Tammi Eldridge.

Of the Whittaker Trust
Eldridge family?

Favorite celebutante
of the tabloids?

Yeah,
that Tammi Eldridge.

This is not good.

This is not good.

In fact, it's bad,
because we're talking

about rich
and powerful people.

And when we're talking
about rich and powerful people,

we're talking press.

And I, um, I--I--

I sometimes stammer
in front of the press.

Unless you want to make
the notification yourself.

I mean, come on,
it's obviously an accident.

Right, doc?

It was just an accident?

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[horse whinnies]

[man]
You have to understand,

we've never had an incident
like this at Leighton before.

Dr. Macy,
this is the dean of the school.

William Hargrave.
God, this is awful.

How could this
have happened?

Mr. Hargrave,
would you care to tell me

how one of your students
could go missing for two days

without your reporting it?

Oh, Tammi wasn't missing.

She'd been sent home
days ago, suspended.

There was nothing
to report.

[Woody] Suspended for what?

An accumulation
of things.

Tammi could be
rather difficult.

All right, well, we're
gonna need a contact number

for the parents.

You mean, I don't
have to tell them?

No, sir.
That would be my job.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah. Sidney.

Is that your
motorcycle victim?

Yeah.
He looks pretty good.

Yeah, I know.
Not a scratch on him.

20 years old,
wearing his helmet.

It makes
absolutely no sense.

You know,
is Lily in yet?

Yeah, she's up front.
Come on.

He must have just
fallen wrong,

maybe cracked a rib,
punctured a lung.

You see, that's why
I like four wheels under me.

Yeah.
I'll catch you later.

Okay.

Well, turn around, girl.

Your services are about
to be called upon elsewhere.

Why, what's up?

DOA's brother.
He should be with a detective.

Look, he wanted to ride back
with the body from the scene,

but I, you know--

Oh, a motorcycle crash.

Brother lost control,
DOA was in back.

They both
fell off their bike.

Only one of them
got back up again.

Ohh.

Poor guy is a mess.
His name is Reggie.

I need to get his brother's body
into autopsy ASAP.

If you don't mind--Sure, I'll--

Thanks.
Good luck.

Calm down, Mr. Duplaix.

They'd have just
brought him in.

His name is Troy Duplaix.

Uh, you must be Reggie.

I'm Lily.
I'm a grief counselor.

Oh, my God.
This is really happening.

Is your arm okay?

He refused treatment
at the scene.

Detective Santana.

I'm not having any luck

getting a statement
out of him, either.

I told you,
it was an accident!

I just need a few more
details from you, sir.

Listen, why don't
we take a seat inside?

Can I get you some coffee?

Definitely.

I was just trying to get him
to the emergency room.

He'd been throwing up
most of the night.

Any idea how fast
you were going?

30, 35, maybe.

Fast enough
for those narrow roads?

I was just trying to--

Oh, God, what did I do?

[Lily] Reggie, it is so understandable--

Can I see him now?

Please?

You know what?
He's all yours.

Sorry for your loss,
Mr. Duplaix.

One second.

Are you?

Sorry?

You questioning
my sincerity?

If not your bedside manner.

Holding his hand
is your job.

But...point taken.

I'm new to Homicide.

These desks
and public places

aren't exactly the cases
I've been lusting after.

Well, hope you find yourself
a nice murder then.

Me, too.
Thanks.

He was all he had.

No parents.

No other siblings.

Reggie lost his job
a couple of months ago.

Troy moved in
to help him out.

I want to get his body
into autopsy.

Find how that fall
could have killed him.

I'd like to talk to him
for a few minutes,

if you don't mind.

Okay.

Thanks.

Ooh, you all right?

Sorry.

Oh, no, it's okay.

I'm okay.
I'm okay.

I didn't mean to.

It was an accident.

We always took care
of each other.

My mom was sick
all those years.

And it was just
the two of us.

I'd have done anything
for him.

You know how that is.

He was my brother.

I know.

I know what
you're going through,

how difficult
this must be.

How?

You have a brother
or sister?

No.

Then you don't know
what it's like

to lose someone
that close.

To be alone
in the world.

Well, even if I did,

I'm not sure
that would help you any.

I should go now.

I'm sorry, Reggie.

[woman] My baby.

My sweet, sweet baby.

Not on top
of the Xanax, dear.

I'll take it.

Look, I want a full investigation on this.

If that damn school

is in any way liable--

The dean said
she'd been sent home,

that you'd been notified
of her suspension.

Well, that man is useless.

And a liar.
I--I never heard from him.

I did.

There was no need

to involve you.

It was nothing
you wanted to hear,

and certainly
nothing new.

All due respect,
Mrs. Eldridge,

didn't you wonder
where your daughter was?

She needed GPS.

Shut up, Gavin.

He's right.

You know, Tammi, so damn...

independent.

I assumed that she

was at our place in New York
or on the Vineyard.

Anywhere but here.

Can you blame her?

The way you ride the girl!

[sobbing]

Aw, sweetheart.

Once we've determined
the official cause of death,

our office will contact you.

She fell off a horse!

Isn't that cause enough?

We just want
to be thorough.

Please, I--
I insist on it.

[laughs]
Man, I thought I was lucky

when I got a hot plate
in my dorm.

Well, this is average
by Leighton's standards.

Difference being that here,
these amenities

are not a birthright,
but a privilege to be earned.

How does that go over?

Let's just say that
our rules are a first

for many of our girls.

Like for Tammi?

You know her reputation.

When the world was your oyster at 18,

who can tell you anything?

The saddest part is she was so bright.

But she had
discipline problems.

The latest was her "borrowing"
of a school video camera.

She had apparently
broken one of her own.

Felt obliged
to help herself to one of ours

without telling anybody.

Stealing?

"Unauthorized use
of school property"

is how our parents
prefer to hear it.

And what kind of movies
was she making--home movies?

Knowing Tammi,
she was headed for Sundance.

[beeper]

Damn, it's the public
relations office.

Word's probably spreading.

I can lock up
when I leave.

Thank you.

It's true, huh?

About Tammi?

Afraid so.

Hey, Britney,
Sarah, you got a minute?

Now it'll be
all over campus.

Stuff like this
doesn't happen here.

Not ever.

Were you a friend
of Tammi's, Miss...

I'm Luca.
No, not really.

I mean, same dorm,
same floor, you know?

She was nice.

Not like people think.

Or like the Dean says.
He just has issues.

Thinks we're all spoiled.

Do you know anything about
this camera that Tammi took?

Well, if she did, I'm sure
she was gonna bring it back.

I mean, it's not like
she was a klepto or anything.

What about the movie
she was making?

I don't know.
I mean...

She was taping a bunch of us
one night,

just goofing around.

I'm not really sure
what she was going for, but...

She was cool.

Kind of like the girl
we all wanted to be, you know?

Out of the box,
and not afraid of anything.

Okay, Luca.

It's okay.

Well, you'll be
impressed to know

that I set a personal record
for most debris

catalogued
off a single body.

Don't miss a splinter.
The parents want a full report.

What were they like?

Like people who just
lost a child.

Money doesn't make that
any easier.

Well, I imagine not everyone's
gonna be devastated.

You know, the family
has quite a few enemies.

I--I see you don't
read the gossip columns.

Can I help you?

You must be Dr. Macy.

I must be.
Which would make you...

Dr. Mara Pelone.

Uh, sorry, I'm just--
I'm a fan.

[chuckles]

I was just, uh...

They said that
you might be here.

Mm-hmm.

The Eldridge family
has hired me

to perform an independent
autopsy on their daughter.

Of course they have.

Nothing personal.
It's just that they would--

It's all right.
No preamble necessary.

They're within
their rights.

As long as you understand--

I know the drill--
All eyes and no hands

until you give me
the go-ahead.

Nigel Townsend
at your service.

May I just say that your book
on the Lonergan case

was a near revelation.

It was gripping.

Thank you.
Thank you, I appreciate that.

And your new cable show
on the Cortland murders

was just great stuff.

Nigel.
Yeah?

Oh, so I'm gonna go

and get the results
off the spectrometer.

Okay.

[chuckles]

I've been getting
that reaction a lot lately.

Yeah, I bet.

Do I detect a little
hostility, doctor?

While I
understand its source,

I had hoped that we could
rise above it,

one professional to another.

That's fine.

[Pelone]
That subarachnoid hemorrhage.
Hoofprint?

More like two wounds overlapping.

Well, that makes sense,

after being dragged around
by a horse for two days.

There's epidural hemorrhaging
around the underlying wounds.

Which would indicate
she was alive

when the blows
were struck.

Blows?
You mean from the horse?

No, the primary wound
is oblong,

not like any shape
I've ever seen on a horse.

You can't
be thinking homicide?

I wasn't before,
but as you can see--

Look how many wounds
are on this body, Doctor.

You're a long way from
a definitive conclusion here.

What's your hurry?

The Eldridges are waiting
for an answer.

The answer's gonna come
from this girl.

Look, it's not my fault
they're paying you by the hour.

I'll be back.

And I'll be here.

Hey, Bug, come give me
your two cents on this.

Eyes look jaundiced.

Liver's mottled
and engorged.

Severe hepatic necrosis.
Is that what killed him?

No, it was
a motorcycle crash.

Really?
Yeah.

Well, that might
have finished him off,

but this guy was knocking
on death's door.

So what are we betting here?

Lupus?
Hepatocellular Carcinoma?

Obstructive Cholestasis.
Pancreatitis.

Could be a laundry list
of things.

Drumroll, please!

We have a winner.

Is it too late
to guess malaria?

Oh, now you're just
blurting out diseases.

Well, did anyone happen
to blurt out Huntington's?

You're kidding.

Tox screen results
indicate high levels

of antibodies for
Huntington's disease.

Isn't he a little too young

to have Huntington's
this far advanced?

Whoa.

Check this out.

What did he swallow,
a disco ball?

Biochips.

Here, pass that over.

Biochips?
What's that?

Tiny shards of crystal
coated with DNA.

Used to monitor drug absorption.

Drug companies use them
in clinical trials.

[beeps]

This poor guy was being used
as a guinea pig.

With his consent,
presumably.

Somehow I doubt he consented
to being killed.

[Garret]
It's not definite, Woody,

but the shape of the wound
and the ante-mortem bleeding

make homicide
a possibility.

Jeez, that's what
I'm talking about.

If you're right, we're gonna
have a circus on our hands.

I know,
it's gonna be a mess.

Wait a second.

Isn't that
the front of your building?

Let's check this out.

...Medical Examiner's office.

And it is my opinion
that all indicators at this time

point to Tamara's death
as being the result

of a freak
and tragic accident.

Who is she?
Didn't you just tell me--

Yeah.

So she disagrees--

No, the Eldridges
hired her,

and now I think
I know why.

Why?

And when we
confirm our findings,

we will let you know.

Thank you.

You want a circus?

They want a cover-up.

I know how it
might have appeared, doctor,

but the media
was asking questions,

and I merely gave answers
based on my judgment.

It was a preemptive strike,
wasn't it?

Preemptive of what?

You tell me.

You show up on the payroll,
take one quick look at the body,

and undercut my judgment
on a national newscast.

Excuse me, doc, I--

Are you questioning
my integrity?

You mean, assuming
you actually have some.

You heard me
speculate murder.

Yes, and wouldn't you
love the notoriety

that would bring
to your office.

Don't try
to turn this around.

I wasn't the one jumping
into the spotlight.

And that's what
you're upset about.

You pretend we're not part
of the same hypocrisy,

but a high-profile case like
this could make your career.

Wait a minute--
"make my career"?

Lady, I'm the chief
medical examiner

for the City of Boston.

My career
is fairly well made.

Maybe your mind goes
right to personal advancement,

but not mine.

All I want here
is the truth.

And I'm sure I'll see you
on a nationwide newscast

when you find it.

[laughs]

Wow.

And don't ever
call me "lady."

Cover-up or not,
that woman is awesome.

What do you want, Woody?

A couple things.

First of all,
I went back to the school

and grabbed Tammi's laptop.

Nigel's checking out
the files right now.

Looking for what?

Apparently she was making some
kind of video on her family.

Teacher said she was
editing it on her computer.

[hip-hop music playing]

Nigel.
Yo, Nigel.

Nigel!
Whoa! Any luck?

Ah, sorry
to disappoint, chaps.

But there will be
no screening today.

There were lots
of MPEG files,

but they've all
been deleted.

Can you retrieve them?

I'm working on it.

But here's
the curious thing:

The files were deleted
yesterday morning at 7:03.

Yesterday after
Tammi was already dead?

And shortly before
the body was found.

Okay, now I really
want to see them.

Stay on it.
I gotta get back to the body.

[hip-hop music playing]

So you're saying
he was, like, a lab rat?

Well, we broke down
the components

of the mystery drug
in Troy's system,

and there's nothing like it
on the market out there.

Meaning it's likely
in the testing phase.

We're flagging
all drug companies

that might be running trials
for Huntington's.

Well, I'll see if the search
has any hits yet.

Reggie's here, Jordan.

Great.

You called the brother
back in? Why?

He's still technically

your jurisdiction.

And you wanted

a nice, juicy murder.

But I meant something
involving a gun or a knife,

not some drug testing,
whatever this case is.

So, Reggie,

have a seat.

I see you got your arm
taken care of?

Yeah.

Whoa, the hospital did that?
Sloppy job.

That's what
no insurance gets you.

I wrapped it myself.

Oh, well--

It's okay,
you don't have to--

Just relax.
I won't bill you.

There you go.

Thanks.

Reggie, was your brother
hard up for cash?

Not at all.
He drove a truck.

Good money,
full bennies.

Why you asking?

Well, there's a chance

that the fall
from your bike

had nothing to do
with your brother's death.

Really?
What do you mean?

Did you know that Troy
had Huntington's?

No.

Do you know
what that is?

It's a chromosomal mutation.

Inherited as an autosomal
dominant condition.

Well, I'd say
that you do.

It runs in my family.

Our mom died of it.

Which means that Troy and I had a 50% statistical chance

of inheriting it.

Once we did,

the chances of surviving longer
than 15 years with it are...

Was he taking
anything for it?

Any drugs?

There's no cure
for Huntington's.

We found something
in his system

we can't identify.

Not available
on the market.

[Bug]
It's called Gabacor.
Just came through.

It's in the early testing phase
with MRC Pharmaceuticals.

I can't imagine Troy

taking a chance
on something like that.

The question is,
would MRC Pharmaceuticals?

[man] I've checked our files,

and apparently
we are testing Gabacor

as a nerve drug
for Huntington's disease.

Ooh, are you testing it
on people?

No, no, no,
my understanding

is that it's restricted
to rats.

Human tests are still
several years away.

Does the name Troy Duplaix
mean anything to you?

No--should it?

I autopsied him
yesterday.

He was pumped
so full of Gabacor

his liver all but
exploded on him.

That's not possible.

Well, I've got
all the test results

and his dead body
to prove it.

Somehow you think
he got it here?

Well, where else
would he get it?

You're the only game in town
testing this stuff.

MRC Pharmaceuticals
has nothing to hide.

Great, so then
you won't mind us

checking into
your database?

I didn't say that.

Are you gonna make us
get a warrant?

Look, as head
of legal affairs,

it's my job to deal
with all crackpots

making bogus claims.

Everybody's
trying to make a buck.

Oh, so that's what
you think this is here then?

That we're a couple
of crackpots.

I didn't say that, either.

Well, you're not
saying a whole lot, are you?

Look--

No, you look.

You can run all
the interference you want.

But if we find out
you're lying,

there won't be a settlement
big enough

to keep you in business.

Have a nice day.

That's your answer?
"Have a nice day"?

Be sure and have your parking
validated on the way out.

Yeah, you know what?

Hey, validate this!

Jeez, did you...

What?

Woody's right.
You're okay.

Second vertebrae fracture...

would explain
the subarachnoid hemorrhage.

Vertebral tear appears
as a result

of a single blow
to her neck.

Confirming cause of death.

[Woody] Talking to yourself again, doc?

Tragic accident.

How could she be
so irresponsible?

That doctor's really gotten to you.

What do you
make of this?

Why don't you
describe it to me?

It's a piece of wood.

So? We found her body
in the woods.

This is nothing
off a tree or a branch.

It's compressed
and treated.

She was hit with something
made of this material.

Then you were right.

It is murder.

And you wonder why that woman
really got to me?

Gentlemen!

It's show time!

Gotta hand it to you,
Tammi.

This is so you.

Your old man's
gonna freak.

Looks to be one of those
cutting-edge exposes

on the trials of growing up
insanely wealthy.

'Cause, you know,
it's not all trust funds

and magnums of Cristal.

I've just been able

to put together
some pieces.

But I think you'll
find it quite interesting.

A movie about money?

Our money?

How boring can you get?

Kid's got a point.

Let's make a copy
for the dean.

See if we can put some names to the faces.

You've got it.

God, why didn't I
think of this?

That's Luca.

Lives across the hall
from Tammi.

I swear, Tammi,
you're gonna win, like,

an Oscar or something.

Quite the little
suck-up too.

Hey, everybody, I'm Tammi.

But you already know that.

And this is my film.

For those of you
out there--

and you know
you're out there--

who have always wondered
what it's like

to have everything
you've ever wanted.

And yet somehow,
as you'll find out,

it's not enough.

Okay, Gavin, get in here!
Sit down.

That's the brother.

First question.

Yeah.

What is the biggest upside to being rich as sin?

Oh, that's easy.
Scoring babes.

Yeah, that's way too easy.

Come on, what is the biggest downside

of being rich?

Having total losers
for parents.

Okay, that's what I want.

I want the truth.

Having a father
who's done nothing with his life

except inherit
a big pile of money,

rip off his partners,
cheat on his taxes.

A mom who is so afraid
of getting old

that she makes a fool
of herself

hitting on my friends.

And we're supposed
to follow in their footsteps.

It sucks.

Gavin, you have something
in your mouth.

You ever tell Dad how you feel?

Whoa, whoa,
hey, wait, Tammi.

You're not actually going
to show him this, are you?

Well, he'll just have

to buy a ticket
like everybody else.

No, no, no, wait.

Just erase
the last little bit.

But that is the point.

To show that we
are as screwed up,

if not more so,
as kids with no money.

Yeah, and if Dad
sees this,

I'm gonna find out
what it is to have no money.

Give me the tape.
No way.

Tammi, give me the tape.No way.

Give me the tape!No way!

No!

Wait, no!

Well, now we know why
Tammi stole the school's camera.

I think we finally
have a suspect.

You heard what he said
about his father.

I'd say we have two.

We're gonna need
hair and blood samples

from both you
and your dad.

And your whereabouts
the day that Tammi died.

How can you do this?

My little girl is dead!
Aren't we suffering enough?

Our attorney
is on his way.

There's no way I could
do what you're saying.

Nice rotation, though,

when you cracked
Tammi's camera with that bat.

You saw that?

She pissed me off!
That's not a crime!

It may not be,
but these were.

Uh, two counts

of aggravated assault, drunk and disorderly.

None of those ever stuck.

Those were college
indiscretions, Detective!

People in our position
are always targets.

So you get people like
Dr. Palone to make things right.

Nothing like a pathologist
with a high TVQ

to call the dogs off.

What?

Mara Palone
is an expert in her field.

In you, I have
no such confidence.

Wait, wait--you guys
hired that lady on the news?

You don't think
I did this, do you?

Of course not.
Don't be ridiculous.

Look, I was in Palm Beach
the past week playing golf!

You can call them!

Is that how
you hurt your hand?

Yeah, look.
Blister. You can tell.

I got a bad swing.

Will you shut up?

No, you shut up, Dad.

I didn't do anything!

The problem is your sister
was killed

by a sharp blow
with a blunt wooden object,

like a baseball bat.

Talk about a bad swing.

No way, I could never
hurt my sister.

She's the only friend
I had.

[drilling]

Your affection
for power tools

is beginning
to trouble me.

[door opens]

We got Troy's medical records.

It seems he was no stranger
to County General.

Actually, his last visit
was the day before he died.

What, his brother
didn't know?

Choreic spasms, distonia.

Sounds right
for Huntington's.

Keep reading.

They also did
a liver panel.

Results are in
the normal levels.

How could that be?

He died of liver failure
the very next day.

Are you sure
these are his records?

Yeah, look--
they have his social,

his address,
his date of birth.

This is all getting
a little too weird for me.

The vessels are all clear.
I don't understand.

Huntington's
causes atrophy.

No lobes are even dilated.

But he had the disease-fighting
proteins in his system.

How did he get
the antibodies in his blood?

If he doesn't even
have Huntingtons...

Then why was he
taking Gabacor?

Such a waste.

Let me guess.

You're here to substantiate
Gavin's alibi.

Maybe you were playing golf
with him in Palm Beach.

You were right.

I had no business

usurping your authority
on the case.

But...

But I would hate
for you to think

I'd actually stoop to
tailoring my findings for a fee.

You've helped this kid
out of trouble before,

haven't you?

Once, on a simple
assault charge,

when he was
nowhere near it.

Check the record.

That must make you
very proud.

Why don't you
like me, doctor?

I believe we've
established that.

This isn't about the case.

You've had a chip
on your shoulder

from minute one.

Because I loathe
everything you represent.

No need to sugarcoat it.
Enlighten me.

The wholesale presentation

of what we do for
entertainment's sake.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned,
but I miss the days

when cracking a cause of death
or solving a murder

was about bringing
justice to the victims.

And peace of mind
to the grieving families.

I see.

You are old-fashioned.

I could go on.

You must be such fun
at dinner parties.

Doc!

This is just about

to get very
interesting.

Doctor, good
to see you back.

What is it, guys?

It's, uh, ahem,
about our boy.

Brr, did it just
get chilly in here?

No, no, stay.

Unless we're boring you

outside the spotlight.

All right,
the bad news is

that both of their alibis
checked out.

Dad was getting
a root canal that day,

and Gavin was playing golf
in Palm Beach all last week.

And why is that
bad news?

I do not believe
Palm Beach.

Guy I spoke to
sounded set up.

Like Gavin had bought
himself a built-in alibi.

Now you're being paranoid.

I would have agreed
with you on that, doctor,

except that we took
a tissue sample

from the blister
on the kid's hand,

and I just
got the results back.

It shows high levels of carbon
from road tar

used by Boston Utilities.

What's that got
to do with anything?

And how did it get there?

It's not how it got there.

It's that the carbon elements
diminish over time.

Does the tar match
any trace from Tammi?

No, but from the high levels
of carbon that remained,

it showed the kid
was likely in Boston

the day Tammi was killed.

Not sounding
so paranoid now, am I?

[door opens]

Nice work.

Just doing my job,
ma'am.

Thank you, Jack.

Gavin is out.

What is it now?

He lied to us,
Mr. Eldridge.

About where he was
the day Tammi was killed.

What, you're saying
he wasn't really in Palm Beach?

Where can we find him?

I don't know.

He took the Viper.

Fancy car like that,
I'm sure it's got a GPS locator.

We can track him.You have got this
all wrong.

The police
are gonna stay here

to make sure you don't
disappear on us.

Disappear?

Do you have any idea
who you are talking to?

If you're
protecting your son,

you're gonna have
some explaining to do.

Come on.

GPS puts the car right around this curve.

There.

Gavvy, what's up,
you moonlighting?

Man! What are you guys
doing to me?

What are you doing here?

What does it look like?

Community service.

Mind if we take a look
at your hand?

Look, guys, I gotta
handle this one myself.

Handle what?

Public lewdness.

My dad finds out,

he'll disown me, okay?

Please--please
don't tell him.

[Luca]
If I didn't
have the money?

You mean, like,
no money at all?

God, I don't know.

I'd...probably
want to kill myself.

[Woody] I don't get these kids.

They got everything
going for them, all that money.

You'd think
they'd be happier.

All they seem to care about
is hanging onto it.

We all hang on
to what defines us, Woody.

Maybe that's what Tammi
was trying to show.

Maybe that's
what got her killed.

We're still no closer
to figuring it out.

I don't know.

It's not like we were
completely wrong, Dr. M.,

not technically.

We were just following
a trail of evidence--

I'll remember
to tell the mayor that

when the Eldridge family
files their lawsuit.

I'll be slinging tar
next to Gavin.

Actually, his community service
ends next week.

[Macy]
You here to gloat?

Wouldn't dream of it.

Though I have spoken
to the Eldridges,

and, no,
they're not happy.

Yeah, well, we're not
finished yet.

Nigel, are you done

cataloging all
that debris off Tammi's body?

Every seed and bramble.

Anything unusual?

No more shards
of compressed wood,

if that's
what you're asking.

Okay, I think it's time
we go back to the woods

where we found her,
comb it for evidence.

That's a lot
of acreage, doc.

I did find one

lonely little tuft
of alfalfa grass.

It was embedded
in her scalp

underneath
the shard of wood.

So you're saying
it was there

before the blow
that killed her?

Or embedded by the blow.

Alfalfa grass is expensive
and hard to grow here.

But horses love it.

Would it be unlike
high-class debs to grow it

just for
that specific purpose?

So if we find a patch

of alfalfa grass--

Maybe we find
our crime scene.

Um, ahem!

May I tag along?

You're kind of
overdressed.

And there won't

be any news coverage.

Ah, well, however
will I manage?

[Bug]
What's that you're doing?

What, you're actually interested
in something I'm doing?

Well, let's just say
my normal disdain for you

is being outweighed
by my curiosity at the moment.

See?

We're bonding,
you and me.

Yeah, don't push it.

I hacked into MRC Labs'
employee database.

We're talking about
6,000 faces.

Nationwide.

Well, try
narrowing yourself

to their research
and development department.

They'd be the ones
handling the experimental drugs.

[beeping]

Oh, yeah, that helps.

Down to 440.

Wait.

Back up.

There.

Are you kidding me?

Think Jordan's
gonna wanna see this.

[knock on door]

Police!

Huh. What was
going on here?

Well, drug absorption charts
for Gabacor.

What's it for?

Well, maybe you
could tell us, Reggie.

Look, we know you worked
for MRC

as a pharmaceutical
engineer.

And my guess is that

it's you
who has Huntington's.

That's why you
wrapped up your own arm.

Couldn't let
a doctor see it?

I need the sling
to control my tremors.

When MRC laid me off,

I lost my coverage.

[Jordan]
So you used
your brother's.

You went to the hospital
posing as him.

The antibodies
listed in Troy's blood

were actually yours.

The tests
we were running at MRC

were years
from being complete.

I couldn't wait that long.

Troy knew that he might
get it one day too.

When I got too weak
to handle the Gabacor,

Troy insisted
on testing it himself.

He was doing it for me.

But he had a bad reaction
to the Gabacor.

You had to get him
to the hospital,

and he couldn't
stay on the motorcycle.

He was doing it for me.

Just like I'd have
done it for him.

[sobbing] I'm so sorry, Troy!

Oh, what did I do?

What did I do?

Alfalfa!

I'd say we're only looking
at a few patches of the stuff.

And not 50 yards from where
Tammi's body was found.

Oh, me of little faith.
I stand corrected.

I know it's a needle
in a haystack,

but it's our last
best chance.

Let's go.

I hate to use
a tired cliche,

but bingo.

Same compressed wood
you found on Tammi.

Looks like blood.

Doesn't look like
a broken bat.

Looks more like
a polo mallet.

See? Now,
he would know that.

What are the odds Leighton
Academy's got a polo team?

Most of the equipment
that we have is in here.

Softball, basketball,
cricket.

Polo.

Yeah, we've got polo.

Okay, now,
I'm no expert,

but I would imagine
those are the mallets.

Let's get it back
and check it for prints.

You have a roster
of the players on the polo team?

I'm sure we do
somewhere,

but there's a team photo
right over here.

Well, Nigel
and the media princess

can take
all the prints they want.

I got a hunch
we're not gonna need them.

What can you tell us
about that girl?

[knock on door]

Come in.

Oh, hi.

Hi, Luca.
How are you?

This is Dr. Garret Macy,
chief medical examiner.

Is this a bad time?

For what?

You're packing.

You going somewhere?

Yeah, St. Thomas.

A bunch of girls
are going.

Is there something
you guys want?

We were watching
that video that Tammi made

just before she died.

You know,
the one about her family

that someone
tried to erase.

Turns out it was about
all your families.

What life was like
with all that money.

What it might
be like without it.

And on it,

you said that you
would kill yourself.

I did?

I was only joking.

[cell phone ringing]

Look, guys, I really
should keep packing.

Oh, Luca, Luca, let me
grab that bottle, would you?

Just drop it
right in there.

There you go.

Why?
I-I don't understand.

We believe that Tammi
was lured out of her room

for an early morning ride,

and then struck
in the base of her skull

with a polo mallet.

Look, I don't know
anything about that.

Yes, but you also told me

that you and Tammi
never hung out,

that you weren't
really friends.

And then I found out

that the two of you
were teammates.

So I'm guessing that you knew
each other pretty well.

We have the murder weapon, Luca.

We found a set
of clean prints,

right at the base
of the handle.

As soon as we run these...

really just
a matter of time.

You wanna tell us
about it?

She wouldn't listen.

I tried to reason with her,
but she didn't care.

I mean...maybe she could
live with it, but...

You don't
talk about money.

Ever.

It's in poor taste,
and it's shameful,

and, well, it just
isn't done in my family.

So if they ever found out
that you did...

If anyone ever heard
what I said--

You'd be disowned.

And then
what would I do?

I mean, look at me.

[crying]
I'm not beautiful,
like Tammi.

I'm not smart.

No personality,
no skills.

I'm rich.

That's what I am.

That's all that I am.

None of that's true.

She just wouldn't listen.

[sobbing]

[Luca]
My parents...

they don't even know me.

That's the arrangement.

[sniffling]

The dirty little secret is...

I was a mistake.

I'm so sick of horses.

Sick of this stupid school
and all the money they spend

to keep me
out of their hair.

I'm just sick of everything.

I think I'm sick
of everything myself.

She's just a kid.

A sad, scared kid.

Prime material for
a movie of the week.

Please.

I've had enough talk about
show business for one day.

Your new girlfriend?

Would you...
give me a break?

How was your day?

Uh, not so uplifting.

What else is new?

Yeah, I'm better now,
though.

I think I just need
a stiff drink or a hot bath.

I'm not sure which.

[Palone]
Both sound
good to me.

Well, speak of the devil.

Oh, is that
how he describes me?

Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh,
Dr. Mara Palone.

Well, at last.
I love your work, as they say.

I've read your name
in the forensic journal.

You crack
a lot of cases.

You know,
I wouldn't crack any

without this man--
Garret.

He is a true genius,

and quite single.

Goodnight, Jordan.

See ya.

Bye, doctor.

Doctor.

Bright andbeautiful.

Well, I'm gonna have
to watch out for her

when the media
grows tired of me.

You'd have better luck
getting her to join the circus.

Well, now, aren't they
the same thing?

So...

So...come on.

You owe me dinner.

I do?

You found Tammi's killer,

proving me wrong
to the Eldridge family.

So I gave them
their money back.

Really?

Uh-huh.

I'm curious, exactly...
how much did I cost you?

Well, let's just say

it's probably gonna take
more than one dinner.

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