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Sam is leaving because
she is... pregnant,

and placing her
baby... for adoption.

She said, "I would"

like to meet to talk about
the possibility of adoption."

But I want you to know

that Jules has
to take a little time off.

How long for?

Are we talking days, weeks?

Depends on the assignment's
difficulty assessment.

He was the bartender.

Served our victim
the night she was killed.

You found a witness?

Jay!

Hey, it's Jay. Leave a message.

"It's on."

He changed his signature.

He's starting to enjoy it.

He's toying with us.

Stella?!

Stella!

You're making me mad, Stella.

It's too hot for this.

Come on, Stella.
I have an apartment

to show in Williamsburg.

My God.

"Within the infant rind
of this small flower,

"poison hath residence

and medicine power."

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Romeo and Juliet.

You all sailed through your
eighth-grade English classes.

Woo-hoo.

But what do

these words actually signify?

Not so many

hands going up now.

Duality.

This flower can both
kill andcure.

In life, we have good and evil,
love and hate, passing...

and failing.

Things that seem
like polar opposites,

but are, in fact,
two sides of the same coin.

Duality.

Take... for instance,

this purely hypothetical
example.

Say there was a killer

whose modus operandi involved
clubbing his victims to death,

but then took great care
to cover their bodies

with a makeshift blanket
or a pillow.

This strange blend of,

tenderness and cruelty,
this duality...

What would that tell us? RYAN:
What if this...

same killer brings

a newly-purchased
pillow and blanket

to his next killing,

suggesting
something more alarming?

Students,

please meet
Detective Ryan Stock,

NYPD by way of Nebraska,

who is apparently auditing

our class today.

More alarming how?

What if he no longer
feels any remorse?

That he's somehow...

energized by the killing?

Well, that would suggest
an escalation,

and we would be witnessing
the birth of a serial killer.

The birth of a serial killer.
It's catchy.

Well, kids,
you can't top "catchy."

Class dismissed. I'll see you
on Thursday. Thank you.

So you're like this
all the time?

Like what?

Never mind.

You do know
it's 100 degrees, right?

And you're wearing 800 layers.

How are you not sweating
like the rest of us?

Well, there's
your first mistake, Ryan.

I'm not likethe rest of you.

What brings you to
our hollowed halls?

Jay Mosby.

Dead bartender and... my only

potential witness
to the psycho killer

that I've tracked
to New York from Nebraska.

"Psycho" is short
for "psychotic,"

suffering from
psychosis. "Psychopath"

means someone who knows
what they're doing and why,

and so, it's rational. Just...

So you are always like this.
Check it out.

I found Jay's body.

What? Central Park.

Belvedere Castle. These, um...

The grey granite on the stones
helped me find it.

A castle is an
interesting location

for the Sleeping
Beauty killer...-

to dispose of his latest victim.

You think he knows
we call him that?

Not necessarily. The castle's
been closed for a long time

for renovations.
It could just be

a good place
to dump Jay's body. But if this killer

is escalating, he may have
already planned his next kill.

We need to find
this guy... today.

I get you, but cases like this
often need both,

"Go, go, go!" and patience.

"'Go, go, go!' and patience"?

Duality.

I understand why
violent crimes increase

by ten percent
during a heat wave.

There's a transformer
out in Midtown,

and Con Ed has Broadway
down to one lane. One!

Isn't that the point of having
a motorcycle in the city?

You weave in and out,
so you get to places on time

and don't have
to be Mr. Crankypants?

It's Doctor Crankypants to you.

And I'm a safe rider,
thank you very much.

Well, I have
a twisted crime scene

that will make you feel better.

Really? How twisted?

Whoa.

Local realtor and his dog
found the body this morning.

He's being interviewed now.
Vic's been dead

maybe a few days, but who knows,

since bodies decompose
faster in the heat.

Are you sure you want to try
to get a print off this floater?

You might have better luck
with the tattoo.

Yeah, that's gonna
take too long.

Any luck with other
witnesses or CCTV?

No, there was a brownout
last night. We lost most

of the neighborhood cameras
around midnight. Ooh!

Good luck with the scanner.
I-I need to go barf.

How are you not sweating?!

Genetics.

Right.

Scaphism.

Sca... what?

That's how
this victim was killed.

So what's "scaphism"?

An ancient form of
torturous murder,

also as known as "The Boats."

It comes from the Greek word
"skáphe," meaning "scooped out."

It originated during
the Achaemenid Empire

around 404 BC.

And somehow you're managing
to make thisboring.

The victim is stripped,
then bolted between two boats

with only their limbs
and head exposed.

Then, for a number of days
or weeks, they're force-fed

milk and honey until

they contract severe diarrhea,
which, in turn, attracts insects

and bugs who then eat and breed

within the victim's
exposed flesh.

You're making this up.

No. Though, sometimes,

the insects and bugs
just bite them and sting them.

Brutal.

Death by scaphism is more
than brutal.

It's protracted and humiliating.

And unfortunately, we can't
solve this crime if we can't

get an ID. Here, I'll do it.

Who are you?

And what did you do to make
someone hate you this much?

And now,

we wait for the vic's finger pad
to warm up and puff up.

And then, hopefully,
we can get a print...

and you can get an ID.

What's the COD?

Homicide caused by septic shock.

The victim's stomach was
chock-full

of milk and honey, as well as...

Maggots. Lots of maggots.

Not even gonna ask
how you know that.

The good news is

that delirium probably
set in within a few days.

How long before...? He was probably

tortured for 12 days,

then died sometime between

day 13 and 17?

And also, there's this.

He was hit with a blunt object.

Hard enough to knock him out?
Possibly, yeah.

And...

all I need now...

is to place...
the vic's finger pad

onto one of your fingers

to get a proper print.

Who wants to volunteer?

So now that we have
your fingerprint,

we'll be able to
find out who you are.

So our vic is
the divorce lawyer guy?

Yup.

Thomas "Tom" O'Hare.

I think someone killed him

because they hated that jingle.

Hell, it's made me want
to kill a few times.

Well, I can't imagine
what he did to deserve all that.

CSU is at his house right now.

They found blood on the stairs.
Definitely not the kill site,

- but it could be
where he was taken. - Have the lab

test the strain of pollen
in the honey found on the boats.

See if they can source it.

My folks keep bees.

It may be a long shot,
but, I could ask the lab.

That's a great idea, Ryan.

Good. It's a goodidea.

Thanks, Ryan.

This is so messed up.

Now who the hell would do
this kind of thing?

Actually, an ordinary person
can become a torturer

with surprising ease.

The hard part is when
it's time to be a human again.

A divorce lawyer
like this guy is going to have

a lot of people who hate him.

Personal life?

Married 15 years,
separated 14 months.

Not divorced yet.

The brutality of a
crime like this.

I mean, it goes far beyond

a normal
spurned-spouse scenario.

But I know
we got to start somewhere.

You pulled my husband
out of the East River?

Do you have photos?

None that will help.

Well, I appreciate your time,

but whoever you fished out
wasn't Tom.

What makes you so sure?

Well, for starters,
he's a very strong swimmer.

And he's currently in Sedona
on a month-long retreat.

Plutarch's Parallel Lives.

Yes, I wrote my dissertation
on Plutarch.

How is that relevant?

It's not. Dr. O'Hare,

we don't think
your husband made it to Sedona.

We ran his fingerprint.

Every lawyer
in New York is fing...

Fingerprinted, yes, I know.
Well...

run it again.
There must be some mistake.

Did your husband have
an unusual tattoo on his arm?

Looks like... something

from a law review citation?

He did. How...?

How did this happen?

When was the last time
you saw him?

We went to dinner and The Met
the night before he left.

What did you see?

Tosca, his favorite.

My God. Poor, sweet Tom.

I thought

you two were... separated.

We are, yes.

Our marriage, like a lot

of others, is complicated.

But if he died, you stood
to inherit his millions.

I would, yes.

So you should know that
Tom asked me to move back home.

I said okay if he cut back
his hours at work.

Did he agree to that?

Tom's a workaholic,

which is why
he went on that retreat...

To examine his life.

Given your husband's profession,

I imagine he had a few enemies.

Hundreds.

He had a 20-year practice.
He was a formidable enemy.

But if he was on your side,

there's nothing he
wouldn't do for you.

Did any of those enemies

ever make
a specific threat against him?

Constantly.

I think he enjoyed it.

Although there was one
recently that was so bad

he had to take out
a restraining order.

Do you have a name?

Next time, how about we...
And by "we," I mean you...

Not browse the books.

We were there to
investigate a murder,

not geek out
about Plato.Plutarch.

He could be
Plut-o for all I care.

Except Plato wasn't one
of the two historical writers

to document scaphism,
and Pluto is a cartoon dog.

So don't knock book browsing.
I wasn't.

And Toscais full
of depictions of torture,

murder and suicide,
so don't knock opera, either.

I wasn't.

Margot's dissertation was
on Plutarch,

so the whole "poor sweet Tom"
thing was an act?

On the one hand,
if she divorced O'Hare,

she'd be going up against
one of the most

ruthless divorce lawyers
in New York City.

She stood to lose
a lot of money, hers andhis.

On the other hand,
this wasn't just a murder,

it was torture.
Whoever did this to O'Hare

wanted to be with him
to see him suffer.

We should do some digging,

find out where she's
been the past few weeks,

look at her financials.

If she knocked him out,
she'd have to put one canoe

on top of another
with his body in between.

I'm not sure
she's capable of that.

Love and hate can make
people do crazy things.

As my mom always said, "You
want to get to know someone",

divorce them."

You put a lot of thought

into your threats
against O'Hare, Sara.

Ever try to act on any of them?

Words were the only ammunition

I had against somebody like him.

You certainly caught
his attention.

I know.

A restraining order.
Can you believe it?

The big bad wolf afraid
of little old me?

You don't seem too broken up
about his death.

The fact that
I am not doing cartwheels

demonstrates progress.

My life coach helped
me realize that

I was letting Tom
live rent-free, up here.

It's not healthy.

So it's a slow-moving eviction?

I met my husband
on a dating app.

He was Mr. Perfect.

Then, once we get married,

I notice money being drained
from my bank account.

He did it to four other women.

Mr. Perfect was a con man.

So why threaten O'Hare?

Why? O'Hare represented him.

He knew my ex was
a lying lowlife,

and yet I lost my town house

and the business
it took me seven years to build.

For O'Hare, it wasn't a win

unless I walked away
with nothing.

Light and love. Light and love.

Thank you for your time, Sara.

We have to go.

I'm not done talking to her.

Yes, you are.

Someone just confessed
to O'Hare's murder.

His name is Lon Vicars.
Claims he killed O'Hare.

O'Hare represented
his ex-wife in their divorce.

Did he sign a confession?

Yeah, I couldn't get
a coherent sentence

out of the guy...
He's hysterical.

I'm hoping that you
can calm him down.

Am I supposed to water him?

So, you told Sergeant Harris

that you murdered Thomas O'Hare?

The milk, the h-honey, the...

those smells.

His screams, they won't go away.

Where did you do it?

I... I c...

I can't live with it anymore.

It went too far. It was wrong.

What did you take, Lon?

Get an ambulance over here.

Excessive thirst.

Pink skin.
And the smell of bitter almonds.

This man ingested cyanide.

Lon Vicars had
a successful jewelry store

until O'Hare made it public
during the divorce proceedings

that Vicars had beaten his wife.

Was it true?

Yes. But from
Vicars' perspective,

he felt his life had been ruined

because O'Hare had tarnished
his reputation.

Vicars blamed O'Hare
for losing everything.

Except access
to potassium cyanide,

which jewelers use
to clean gold.

Well, I get the torture.
Why the suicide?

Torturers can often be overcome

by a profound sense of shame.

Getting revenge can often make
people feel worse than better.

It's probably why he felt he
had to confess before he died.

So that's that.

The dream team gets
a gimme. Congrats.

What?

This was too easy.No.

Sometimes cases solve
themselves.

But why would Vicars say
it had gone too far

if he was in control?

Vicars was big,
he had motive, a violent past.

And I think you're overanalyzing
because you were hoping

to wade through
ancient torture rituals.

Since when were you qualified
to analyze my overanalyzing? Go home.

Have your meeting with Sam.
I'll handle the paperwork.

Thank you, Auntie Lizzie.

Hey. You okay?

When was the last time
you slept?

Sleep is for... closers.

This is, the blanket

the Sleeping Beauty killer used
to cover Jay Moseby's body.

I-I tracked the sale down
to a vintage website.

That's a big lead.

The website
only took credit cards.

And guess whose he used?

Nancy Lee...
His first New York victim.

Where was the blanket delivered?
Some vacant apartment.

CCTV footage of the area
came up with nothing.

That's the bad news.

The worse news?
A week ago someone...

purchased 12 more of them.

So he's planning
a lot more kills.

Yeah. And all my leads
go nowhere now,

and I just can't...

I just can't think straight.

Yeah, I'm right there with you.

I thought you closed your case.

Yeah, so did I.

Everything says it's solved
except Dylan.

I got to admit,
something doesn't feel right.

You know, I got
a pillow in my office

I was planning to scream into.

Care to join me?

I've got a better idea.

Ooh!

See? Isn't this better
than brooding over blankets?

Well, no better way to unwind
than getting kicked in the face.

Aw, come on, you're loving this.

And you're actually
not terrible at it.

I bet you say that
to all the cops.

They won't get in here with me.

Sergeant Harris was

out of work for a week.

Figures.

How about Dylan?

Can he hold his own?

Careful.
Your guy crush is showing.

Water break?

Whatever you need.

How are you adjusting
to New York?

It's okay.

It's $14 a beer...

that doesn't come with 11 more.

You miss home.

Not really.

Doesn't feel like home anymore.

You know, the...

factory closing was
a major blow,

but that murder was
the final nail in the coffin.

Yeah, that's gotta suck.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I loved that place.

I thought I'd grow old
and die there.

I never wanted to live
anywhere else.

I was born here and never left.

Don't even have a passport.

Wow. Planting roots.

Being part of a community.

So much more fulfilling
than taking selfies

all over the world.

Round two?

Let's do it.

Okay.

Oof! You got a good left.

I'm a righty. That's why I work
twice as hard on my left.

You okay?

Great.

Rain check?

Yeah.

Well, now who's
gonna punch me in the face?

He was a med student,

studying abroad from Germany.

We used protection,
so I guess I'm one

of the lucky two percenters
it didn't work for.

Maybe I should play the lottery.

But he was really smart,

and tall,

so hopefully the baby
will inherit that.

I told him about it,
and lo and behold,

he had to go back to Stuttgart.

Sorry. Pregnancy brain.
What was your question?

Do you like lemon
in your ice tea?

Right. Love it.

But it makes me hurl
ever since I got pregnant.

No.

The articles I read said we
should stick to light subjects.

I think we probably
read the same ones.

So how about this heat wave?

I know I work
in a bar... yourbar...

But...

I hate small talk.

Can we just be real?

Andy told me I'd like you.

Are you...

still thinking
of moving back to Sacramento?

I made that decision
in a moment of panic.

And then Igot real.

I can't be a single mom.

This baby deserves

a good, happy life,

and that is something
I know I won't be able to give.

Well, we would give this baby
all the love and care

and attention we have.

Thank you.

That means a lot.

Is there anything
you want to know about us?

Test our knowledge of...
Triple Paste,

rice formula, car seats?

Actually, since you
mentioned car seats,

I couldn't help but
notice that helmet.

Yeah. That's mine.

I-I ride a motorcycle.

But not every day.

My uncle died in
a motorcycle accident.

I'm a very safe rider.
I've never had an accident.

I'd be happy to share
my driver record with you.

So you prefer I lie to her?

Did you hear
what she was saying? I've been riding

a motorcycle longer
than she has been alive.

I know the risks
and I avoid them.

Dylan, all Sam sees when she
looks at that motorcycle helmet

is her dead uncle,
who didn't drive

as safe as you. I know there are

certain sacrifices
that have to be made

when we bring a child
into our home.

But you know what
that bike means to me.

Where do we draw the line, Andy?

Do we let someone else
dictate our entire lives? Dylan,

this is not
a lecture hall, okay?

This is about us,
about our family.

What if Sam's uncle had died
of alcohol poisoning

and she wanted you
to give up the bar?

Come on,
you're being ridiculous. Why?

Because it's your thing
and not my thing?

Hey.

Bad time?

Yeah, we're kind of in the middle...
Okay,

I'll wait in your office.

No rush, but it's urgent.

Julian.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I mean, did you even leave,

or have you just...
been here for two weeks?

Of course I left.
I wouldn't lie to you.

No, that's right.
You just never say anything.

I landed a few hours ago.
I knew you were working,

and I wanted to surprise you
later tonight.

Why? Why does everything
always have to be a surprise?

It's romantic.

No, it's convenient for you.

I'm not even available tonight.

Okay.

Sorry.

I missed you.

Going to work has never
been so burdensome.

I forget.

I forget how beautiful you are.

Stop it.

Don't be charming
when I'm mad at you.

What's wrong?

It's nothing.

What happened?

I can't talk about it.

Then we have
nothing left to say.

Good night.

I don't want to talk about it.
How was your meeting with Sam?

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, good thing
we have a murder to solve.

So...

I was in the ring with Ryan.

What?

You were sparring with Ryan?

Please don't be jealous.

Anyway, he hit me
with a hard left,

which made me rethink the
bruise on O'Hare's head.

So I went to the morgue
to look at it again.

It's a pretty serious dent.

And it's on the right-hand side
of his head.

Yes, and now Doug thinks
that he was hit from the front,

which means odds are strong
that whoever did it

was a lefty. Which rules out Lon Vicars

because he only drank
with his right hand.

Maybe Vicars had a partner
he didn't tell us about.

Maybe he was protecting
his partner. But who?

The wife. Goddess of Plutarch.

She had motive
and knowledge of scaphism.

But nothing on Vicars' phone
suggests that he knew her.

Lon Vicars was a victim
of O'Hare's lawyering.

Maybe someone
with a similar motive?

Like chirpy little Sara?

Well, she's one of thousands
who hate O'Hare.

And I know where
we can find the rest.

Becca, when was the last
time you saw Mr. O'Hare?

And why do you look so familiar?

The day he left for Sedona.

I don't know why I look so fa... Yes.

I know! You're that girl.

Wow, seems like your
boss was quite popular.

No one had more loyal
and appreciative clients

than Mr. O'Hare.

I'm sure his clients' ex-spouses

didn't share the same affection.

It's true. He was tough.

He could be abrasive
and abusive.

I guess as his paralegal,
I just got used to it.

Do you know if
Tom's wife, Margot,

had any connection
with a man named Lon Vicars?

Lon Vicars. The wife beater?

The only thing I know
for sure about Margot

is that she was a nightmare.

That marriage
was killing Mr. O'Hare.

He couldn't wait
for it to be over.

They weren't gonna reconcile?

That's why he went
on the retreat.

Reconcile? He left town
to get away from her.

He was resting up
before they went to war.

If Margot is the mind
behind the crime,

Lon could be the muscle.

We need more evidence before we
bring her in and she lawyers up.

Everything okay
with you and Julian?

I'm worried about him.
About his injury.

Well, your no job's
no walk in the park.

But he knows what I do,
where I go on a daily basis.

If something happened and...

he was killed,

would I even have found out?

At some point, yes, but you
may never have known how.

All this uncertainty,
the secrecy, the bandages...

I don't know
if I can accept them.

I mean, should I?

How much change
does a relationship require?

I hate change.

What are you talking
about? You didchange.

For Andy. Wasn't easy.

Yeah, but you did it,
and you're happy.

And you seem happy with Julian.

I am.

But I'm also unhappy.
Does that make any sense?

Yes.

Duality.

Hey.

Good news. Just heard back from
the lab that sourced the honey

from your boat victim.

I knew that was
a great idea, Ryan.

Not just a good one.

They traced it back

to the only place
within a 500-mile radius.

It's a small town
in Greene County called Cairo.

Apparently, there was

a local honey stand there.

Well, it stands to reason
that our killer

either bought the honey there
or made the honey there.

Honey. Do you have an address?

I'm sorry.
The stand just closed.

Sadly, we're not here to shop.

I'm Detective Elizabeth Needham.

This is my partner,
Dr. Dylan Reinhart.

We're looking for the owner.

Well, that would be me.

I guess you finally found
the heart

of my illegal and very dangerous
honey smuggling operation.

You could say we're on a sting.

Bea, do you recognize

any of these people?

Not her.

But he's been

one of my best customers
the last couple of weeks.

Did he come here alone?

Well, usually he was with Sara.

And to be honest,

I couldn't have been happier
to see her with someone new.

Would that be Sara Summers? Yeah.

Her parents have a
cabin near the lake

on the other side
of the road. Thank you.

Hey, is everything okay?

I'm sorry about Sam. That
was supposed to be so easy.

I know. What did she think
I was gonna do,

put the baby on the handlebars

and jump over
Snake River Canyon?

You can still ride a bike
and be a responsible dad.

Well, motorcycles,
like divorce attorneys,

can be polarizing. Yeah.

I just really thought that
was supposed to be our baby.

Yeah, and I was supposed
to be her aunt.

I feel like we're
in a horror movie.

I know. Me, too.

Which one of us
do you think would die first?

Definitely you. Me? Why me?

Seriously? One: You're a guy.

You're older than me.

I can't die until I run
screaming through the woods

and trip in front
of a masked killer.

Well, I think you
would die first.

You're blonde.

Blondes always die
before brunettes.

Though I may not
be brunette anymore,

I am definitely not a blonde,

so you...

die... first.

Police! Open up.

Ready?

Oof.

God.

Well, we found the kill site.

Sweet Sara's

weaponized words
have got nothing on this.

Good thing she likes to talk.

I have nothing to say.

Any luck? He spilled his guts,

but without a lawyer,
Sara won't say a word.

Keep me posted.

Any luck?

Yes, Sara uses an
encrypted chat client.

What's that? It's a way
of sharing anonymous messages

without being tracked
or identified.

So, let's see what Sara doesn't
want anyone else to know.

This is interesting.

Here's a thread between
three different users

that might be helpful.

There was a third person
involved?

Seems that way, yes.

So they're not just partners.

A conspiracy.

"Next week he leaves for his
retreat. We'll subdue him

at his house and take
him to your cabin."

A second user replied, "Okay",

all materials will
be ready there?"

To which the third user answers,

"Are you sure there are no
cameras around his place?"

And that's when the first user
responded again.

"Yes. Stop worrying about that.
Get your head straight."

Okay, so, we know

that one of these people
is probably Sara

because her cabin is referenced.

Vicars could be the anxious one
asking questions.

So the two of them are
merely minions taking orders

from an autocratic leader.

Three strangers brought together

by their mutual
and intense hatred

Thomas O'Hare.

But how did
these three strangers

initially find one another?

Well, the first
user is very aware

of O'Hare's intimate details,

like his home address
and alarm codes.

- Sounds like it could be his wife.
- Speaking of his wife,

her department head finally
called back. Turns out.

Margot took a last-minute
personal absence leave

three weeks ago. How long for?

Two weeks. And when
she returned, she refused

to tell anyone where she went,
why, what she was doing.

That's about the same window
of time

it took Tom to be kidnapped,

tortured and killed. Time to bring her in.

Scaphism?

That's how Tom died?

So you're familiar
with the practice?

It's unimaginable. Then and now.

You would know.

So knowledge equals guilt?

Among other things.

You had motive, and shortly
after Tom left for his trip,

you were a no-show at
work for two weeks.

You also made
a sizable withdrawal.

Did you pay.

Vicars to help you?

No.

I paid Dr. Corinne Naylor

to do my face-lift.

And tummy tuck.

I was getting ready
for what I thought

would be my second honeymoon.

I loved Tom.

So you keep telling us.

But you're also a teacher.

Maybe you taught Vicars
about scaphism.

I mention it a few times a year
in my lectures.

I am no expert.

You're welcome to read them.

How soon can you get them to us?

I'd have to ask Becca.

Becca Horner?

Tom's paralegal, she transcribes
them for me for extra cash.

My God.

She had all of his alarm codes.

She knew his schedule.

Turns out Becca Horner
wasn't born Becca Horner.

Her given name
was Rebecca Johnson.

Horner was her
mother's maiden name.

She changed it after her parents
divorced a few years ago.

Let me guess, O'Hare represented
her father in that divorce?

Indeed. Despite a string of DWls

and a history of alcohol abuse,
O'Hare made sure

that dear old dad got custody
of her younger sister.

That's a story that probably
doesn't end well.

It ends with Becca's kid sister

being fatally injured
in a boating accident.

Dad blew twice the legal limit
on the Breathalyzer.

And that may be why she used
the boats as a murder method.

Becca was studying abroad
when all of this happened,

the custody decision,
the accident...

Her sister suffered for 12 days
in extreme pain

before succumbing
to her injuries.

The same amount of time
the ME estimated

that O'Hare was tortured.

Good story.

Very circumstantial, though.

We need a confession.

We think we know how to get one.

What'd you have in mind?

We put Sara in the conference
room with Detective Clark.

He'll be undercover
as another suspect;

That way, she'll trust him more.

Officer Clark will encourage
her to play a game with him.

Something that requires
putting pen to paper.

And then,
after we pick up Becca,

we'll parade her past Sara.

Looks like Sara hasn't
finished writing out

her confession
for Detective Clark yet.

She must have a lot to say.

That's when we turn up
the heat. Literally.

We put her in the stuffy,
unventilated box

and let her stew
in her own thoughts.

After an hour or two,

when her anger reaches
a boiling point,

we bring in
our secret ingredient.

- Do you think that'll work?
- That Becca will turn on Sara?

When push comes to shove,

Becca's survival instinct
will kick in.

Untrustworthy people have
difficulty trusting others.

Even when they're telling
the truth.

Did you have a nice talk
with the detective?

What are you talking about?
I didn't say anything to anyone.

I saw you in the conference
room, writing your confession.

Confession?

I was playing word search
with another suspect.

You must think I'm a special
kind of stupid.

It crossed my mind
when the body turned up.

You said no one
would ever find it.

That Lon weighed it down
with stones.

Would you keep your mouth shut!?

God. Get your hands off me.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey. She attacked me.

Whatever she told you, don't
believe her, she's a liar.

Not my impression.

I didn't say anything.

I am still waiting
for my lawyer.

Yeah, right. Did she tell you
that I never touched Tom?

That she and Lon did
all the torturing?

She killed him.

You ran the whole operation.

She spent months looking

for people who hated O'Hare
as much as she did.

She's the one
who got us all together.

What they did to Tom was sick.

I was joking about all that
scaphism stuff!

Please.
She was at the cabin, too.

I recorded all our phone calls.
You can hear for yourself.

I can't believe you sold me out.

Actually, yousold herout first.

What about her
written confession?

No, Sara was telling the truth.

They were just doing
a word search.

Detective Clark.
Nice to meet you.

Just stick to the facts.

The Chief of Ds does not need

an entire dissertation
on the nature of revenge.

Then I guess I'm done.

And since I am,
could you call Margot?

Tom did want her back.

Julian checked his computer
and found out that his retreat

was actually a rehab
for workaholics.

New Yorkers are messed up.

It's called a boat
and a fishing rod.

How did Julian sound?

Why don't you call him?

Well, thanks
for your help today.

Glad I could make progress
on somebody's case.

Go, go, go, and patience.

Duality.

Thanks for the ride.

Hey, what happened to your bike?

I just thought I might enjoy

driving something else
for the moment.

Has he killed again?

Or are you next?

Seeing you hurt... that's hard.

I know.

Not knowing where you were...

when or if I'd ever
hear from you again.

It's the nature of my work.

I know and I respect
what you do for a living.

But...

But I've been through that
in the past.

And... before this gets
any more serious,

maybe we should
just cut our losses

before one of us
really gets hurt.

Well, it's too late for me.

I've already fallen in love
with you.

But I do understand.

My job isn't something
I can walk away from.

It doesn't mean
they can't coexist.

Maybe they... can.

But... n-not for me.

I can't live like this, Julian.

It's why I need to walk away
from us.

Hey.

Hey.

Okay, so the heatwave broke,

the AC is fixed and
now you're sweating?

Hyperhidrosis.

Emotional sweating.

Okay. And why is this happening?

Because... You know what?

Before you even
say anything, I...

I would like to apologize.

You were right.
You-you shouldn't have to...

give up something you love just
so that we can start a family.

I've decided to sell
my motorcycle. Thank God.

Nothing is or should be
more important

than us starting a family.

What made you change your mind?

Well, I've been reflecting
a lot, recently,

on the nature of duality... You know what?

Never mind. It doesn't matter.

I am gonna call Sam
and let her know.

I-I already did.

I-I thought we could
tell her together.

Absolutely.

Yes, great.

W-When?

How about now?

Is-is now good?

Sam, come on in.

Thanks-thanks so much
for coming over.

It sounded important.

It is.

Can I get you anything?

Without any lemons, of course.

No, I'm good. Hey, Andy.

Hey, Sam.

What did you need to talk about?

I got my first motorcycle
when I was 16.

Back then, it was the only thing

that made me feel free.

It came to feel
like a part of me.

But, I realized, not nearly
as much as our child will be.

I understand your concerns and
I'm-I'm-I'm gonna sell my bike.

Wow.

I definitely wasn't expecting
to hear that.

No pressure.

Actually, I've been doing
a lot of thinking, too.

When I left, I realized
I've been through almost

a dozen birth parent
applications.

Everybody has pluses
and minuses.

I know I do.

It was between you guys
and one other couple.

Until you, found out
I ride a motorcycle.

Yes.

And what I want for my child
more than anything

is that he or she is loved.

When I think about
how Andy lights up

every time he talks to you
or about you,

or when you two held hands
the other day,

I realized...

this child will be loved.

Because with you two,
it's already baked in.

Are...

Are you saying...?

I'm asking...

Will you be this baby's parents?

Yes. Yes.

Yes, yes. A thousand times yes.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

W-We're gonna have a baby.

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