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Table for two, please.

Meeting someone special?

Very special.

So sweet.

Well, come on. Look at you seated.

Oh, wow.

Some people can be so rude.

No worries.

Best seat in the house.

I'll let you look that over while I get all that cleaned up.

Excuse me.

Do I look okay?

I think you look dashing.

Thank you.

Guys, come on, let's go. Little's going to be here any second. Breakfast is

ready.

You've inherited my judgmental stare, but only Ava got that. Who happens to

toaster waffles? I'll have you know.

Oh, toaster waffles.

One of them does. I can't keep track.

Here.

What are these?

Just a little project I'm working on. Now that we have some walking around

money, thought I'd hire a little part -time help.

I recommend this one.

Oh, yeah?

She plays laser time. Heightened peripheral vision, fast reflexes.

Important traits as Chloe starts walking. I feel like you picked her

she's pretty, but you're doing a good job of hiding it.

Oh, I know her. She was a senior when I was a freshman.

Yeah? What do you know about her? I don't know. Seniors don't talk to

Well, maybe dig around in our social media or something. I'm thinking about

hiring somebody part -time.

Oh, right.

You have to work full -time today.

That's right. And while I'm at work, I want to make sure that you guys are

getting the support you need at home.

Ludo needed some backup. I got him that. So tell me what you guys need.

I'd still love to visit the morgue.

I love that idea.

You know, why don't you show me you can change Chloe's diaper without passing

out from the smell and we'll graduate to formaldehyde. What about you, Ava?

I'd love to hear some news about my dad.

I mean, it's okay.

I know you haven't really had the chance to talk to Lieutenant Soto, but now

that you're back, maybe show some news?

I'm definitely going to look into it.

But right now... I'm needed at a crime scene. You take over, okay? So you can

keep these guys alive until Ludo gets here. I love you. Bye.

Pay me what you're going to pay her.

Oh, absolutely. You send that invoice to accounts payable, okay?

Bye. Bye.

I think what she means by accounts payable is... Yeah, yeah. I got it.

Victim's name is Nathan Gould, 46.

Address on his license puts him right in the neighborhood.

Cafe hostess found him behind these dumpsters with a bag paved over his

Real money and credit cards are still here. No, phone too.

Doesn't seem like a robbery. Maybe something more personal?

You gonna make it?

He was in cardiac arrest when we got here.

No pulse, no respiration.

Got a heartbeat back, but he hasn't regained consciousness.

Ventilator's doing the breathing for him.

So he could be brain dead.

They'll be able to tell more at the hospital. We just don't know how long he

without oxygen before we landed.

Poor guy's luck might have finally run out. Finally. You know this guy? Nathan

was a frequent flyer. Rode with us more than once.

History of suspicious injuries.

Suspicious how?

He told us he fell and broke his leg. Before that, it was burned his hand on

stove. Always wished that he was clumsy.

But you think someone else helped.

Nathan was a good guy.

Hope he finally did this.

Is that our hostess panel? Yeah, she's a little shaken, but I think we can

answer some questions.

He was so nervous that he was meeting someone special.

Oh, that poor man.

This is where he sat?

I went inside to get some cleaning supplies, and when I came out, I thought

left. I found that pen, and I ran up the street to look for him. And things got

busy, and I just forgot about cleaning up. I'm glad you did.

Karen, I've checked this out.

You ever spill a drink on yourself at one of these tables?

I can't say I recall doing that, no.

Of course you haven't. You like to put on a hazmat suit when you eat something

crumbly. But just pretend for one second that you're a normal guy having a

normal meal, okay?

There you are, sipping on a refreshing drink on a hot summer day when, uh -oh,

you spill it all over the table.

Drift through the cracks and land all over your unprotected pants.

Mm -hmm.

I know.

But look at these spills. They all landed evenly.

All over the ground, the chairs.

There weren't even butts in the seat.

The spills were staged.

Someone knew Nathan was going to be here and wanted to make sure he'd sit by the

alley.

What time would you say you seated him, and when did you find him in the alley?

I guess he got here around a quarter to eight.

Okay, so how'd you find the body?

I heard ducks.

Ducks? Ducks quacking somewhere in the alley.

I went to look, and... And I found him.

I think that's all we have for now.

If there's any other questions, we'll be sure to let you know.

Okay.

What? I thought you were going to launch into a comprehensive breakdown of the

migratory patterns of ducks in the Los Angeles area.

Is that what you thought? Yeah.

Well, it could, but that would be pointless because there were no ducks in

alley.

Did you see signs of ducks?

There was no poop. That's all ducks do. They poop.

I don't know what she heard, but I don't think it was ducks. All right. We'll

put a pin in the ducks.

Vic's apartment is just a few blocks from here.

If the paramedics were convinced someone was repeatedly hurting him, let's go

find out who.

Well, books on player stats, half a dozen team schedules.

Nathan Gould really loved his sports.

Oh, yeah?

Who's his team?

Enlighten me.

Me? I can't even figure out what his favorite sport is. I've been all over

place. There's not a baseball cap or a jersey, not a banner on the wall.

The place is wild, though. If anybody this obsessed with stats was actually

sports, do you know what it would look like in here?

It looked like the inside of a stadium gift shop.

But I did also notice this very impressive stack of overdue bills, a

very familiar with.

Looks like Nathan was only a couple weeks away from having everything turned

off. So you don't think Nathan loves sports, you think he loves gambling.

And I don't think gambling loved him back, which could explain all those

mysterious injuries that the paramedics were talking about.

Nathan had fallen behind on his debt.

Hands are the kind of people who'd be worse than turn off the water when the

payment's late.

Hmm.

What do you think it is?

I don't know. It could be a bank account or a PEP code, international phone

number.

The scary guys you were just talking about? The debt collectors?

They know home addresses?

We're nice people. We could have just knocked.

Call the lieutenant.

Have it send backup.

You've reached Lieutenant Soto. Please leave a message and I'll return your

at same rate.

On your stomach!

On your stomach! Hands behind your back.

Uh -huh.

Marco de Leon.

Buddy ditched you pretty quick there, Marco. Did I hurt your feelings?

He's not my buddy.

Well, no, not after a stunt like that.

I think what Marco means is they're just business associates. Isn't that right,

Marco? Oh, looky here.

Found something.

So this is what we're thinking, Marco. You and your business associate work for

whoever Nathan Gould owed money to. And you or someone else who works for your

boss slipped a plastic bag over Nathan's head this morning.

He's still alive, by the way. Probably not going to make it, though.

Anyway, knowing that Nathan's never going to make good on his debts, your

sent you over here to recoup what you could in stolen valuables. Sound about

right? Do you have anything else in his pocket?

A weapon? A vial of something to inject?

No. Why? What are you thinking?

Thinking we may have misjudged our friend Marco here.

And if I'm right about that, you are really going to want to introduce us to

your boss.

Hey, Ray.

We're here to ask some questions about Nathan Gould.

I don't talk to cops.

Works for me. I'm not a cop.

And I wouldn't hate it if this one didn't talk at all.

Oh, my goodness.

Is that the Whisper Shoe Ultra?

Electric card shuffler.

Those are so cool. Does every table in here have one of those?

Sure does.

Oh, man. I wish my kid was here.

Going through a real card phase right now.

Just the other day, he made me sit through an entire YouTube video on the

and outs of how this machine works.

Isn't that so random?

Everybody out.

No!

Uh,

what just happened?

Well, it turns out these card shuffling machines aren't as random as people

think they are.

Right, Ray?

And that one in particular, the Whisper Shoe Ultra, is really not random.

In ways a disreputable house could use to stack the odds.

Definitely not something Ray wants getting out there.

You got stones.

I'll give you that.

Coming in here, lobbing accusations.

Actually, Ray, I think you heard wrong.

Thanks to my colleague here, we're pretty certain that you weren't involved

the attack on Mr. Gould. At least...

Not until this morning.

Yeah, see, when we found that empty syringe on Marco, we realized he was

to inject an air bubble into Nathan's bloodstream.

So if Marco went there to kill Nathan then, that means you and your guys

attack Nathan earlier.

Isn't that ironic?

Sending a guy to commit a murder proves that you didn't commit that murder.

Send that one to Alanis, right?

But that makes me wonder...

Why did you send Marco with just an empty syringe? I mean, injecting an air

bubble into someone's bloodstream, that would make their death look like natural

causes, right?

But someone like you in the reputation business would want Nathan's death to

send a message.

Unless you had a way to profit off of Nathan's death, but only if it

looked like you didn't kill him.

1 -850 -4606, does that number sound familiar?

It does. It did sound familiar. Did you see that? That number we saw at

Nathan's, that was Ray's social security number.

You see, before the current randomized system, social security numbers were

issued based on the state where the applicant lived and when the application

came in.

Now, I can roughly guess your age, you know, even with the 10 or so years that

hard living put on you. And thanks to that photo over there of you marching in

the Mummers Parade, which is an annual Philly thing, I'm guessing you're from

Pennsylvania. Both of those make sense with the number that we found. But that

begs the question, why would Nathan Gould have his loan shark social

number? But you hate talking to cops, so I'll answer this one for you. You need

someone's social security number, and in many cases a notary, which would

explain the ink smudge, to make them the beneficiary of your life insurance.

So, in other words, Ray, you forced Nathan Gould to make you the beneficiary

his insurance policy as a way to pay off his loans.

And then because you love to stack the deck, you sent Marco to make sure you

collect. I didn't force Nathan to do anything.

It was his idea.

Really?

Care to elaborate?

I'm not getting the sense that he does.

Well, we want to know who else is mad enough to kill Nathan. We need to find

whose name he took off the life insurance.

See you, Ray.

Jessica, this is the old beneficiary form from your father's life insurance

policy. We had the insurance company pull it for us. Until a few weeks ago,

were in line to collect $100 ,000 when your dad died.

Made us wonder how you felt about it when he changed the form.

This is the first I'm hearing my dad even had a life insurance policy, much

that my name was on it.

Honestly, I'm surprised.

Wasn't exactly good with money.

Sounds like you two were close.

He and my mom split when I was eight.

Over his gambling habits, mostly.

I think.

Where's your mom now?

Denver. My stepdad.

I came back out here after school for work.

I tried to keep in touch with my dad over the years, but they never followed

through. Until a couple months ago, he reached out. Out of the blue.

He said he was going away soon, and he wanted to make things right before he

did.

We've seen each other more in the last couple months than we have in decades.

Jessica, when your dad was attacked, he was carrying a pin on him and a gift

box. It was a ladybug. Does that mean anything to you?

Oh.

Ladybug was his nickname for me as a kid.

Because he said I was cute and good luck.

Here you go.

Well, then, if the gift was for you, you're the person your dad was expecting

meet this morning.

Can I ask why you didn't show?

I did show. He didn't.

So you were at Dudley Market in Venice around 7 .45 this morning?

No, I was waiting for him at Ground Wire in Toluca Lake. That's where we were

supposed to meet.

Thanks, Jessica. We'll reach out when we know more.

Nathan Gould's daughter?

Yeah, Jessica.

We're checking her alibi, but we don't like her for it.

What you got there?

I just noticed the hotel across the street from the cafe had security

so the tenant wanted me to check and see if it caught the attack, but nothing.

Anything interesting?

Well, Nathan and his daughter were estranged for most of her life. He'd

out recently and reconciled. They were supposed to meet this morning, but for

some reason they ended up at two different cafes.

We're still figuring that out.

One thing she mentioned, he told her he was planning to go away for a while. So

did he book any airline tickets or hotel rooms that would let us know where he

was going?

I've been going through his credit card and bank things.

I haven't seen anything about travel plans.

Well, this is weird.

He had a subscription for a specialty dog food that he canceled a few weeks

We were just at his place. Did you see any signs of a dog?

I did not.

I mean, I guess it's possible the dog could have died, but what if he gave it

away? That would make a lot more sense.

Go on.

Well, Nathan recently reconciled with his daughter, who he hasn't had any

contact with for years.

He settles his debts with a loan shark by signing over his life insurance,

right? And then he tells his daughter he's going away, despite there being no

evidence of travel.

Put that together with giving your dog away, and I think this man was planning

on taking his own life.

That's what he meant by going away for a while.

So somebody decides to kill the guy right when he's about to kill himself.

But why?

They didn't have any stevia.

That's fine. Or oat milk.

That's fine.

I don't think you want their decaf, so... Steve went with hot water.

What a treat.

He's the hospital's transplant coordinator.

They're discussing organ donations.

So he's officially brain dead.

Yeah.

Some timing, huh?

This poor woman.

She finally reconciles with her father.

You okay?

Just, I don't know, seemed a little quiet.

For you.

Ava asked if there was any news about her dad.

You haven't told her about Arthur yet, huh?

No.

Well, even I've heard her say she wants you to treat her like a grown -up.

You think he was going to take his own life?

You didn't know?

Oh.

Emmett.

His dog.

Dad asked me to take care of him while he traveled.

Why did he want to die?

It's just a theory right now, but we think he actually may have been

you. Your dad owed money to some loan sharks.

They would have kept hurting him eventually.

Probably a lot worse. Knowing how these people operate, we'd think that maybe

they threatened to come after you next.

So, by changing his life insurance policy and offering to end his own life,

think he was making sure you didn't end up paying for his sins.

Yeah, was your dad close with anyone he would have talked to about this?

We had barely gotten to know each other again. I just, I don't know enough about

his life to say.

Did your dad know you were pregnant?

How did you know?

Oh, well, the smells in here are driving you nuts. I see that saltine peeking

out of your purse, and you've got ginger tea.

Been there a few times.

Congratulations. I told him the last time we saw each other.

And he was so excited.

We joked about how much fun it is to have a ton of doctor visits.

It's the one thing we bonded over.

He told you about his injuries?

His injuries? No, no. The visits that he talked about were to a cardiologist.

He said he recently had a whole series of scans and tests.

Did he mention any specific symptoms?

No. If anything, it was the opposite.

He went out of his way to make sure I knew that everything was fine.

Why would someone who's fine put themselves through a series of tests?

We're like 20 minutes early. I didn't even realize. I know.

Don't fret. I'm not sure how we pulled that off. I like this look on us. I can

get some alone time in the hydroponics lab before homeroom.

Bye. Love you.

Bye. Have a good day.

The joy of being a dweeb. Not sure what I'm supposed to do, but I'll manage.

Ava, why don't you hang back for a second?

I need to talk to you about something.

So, at least as of a few weeks ago, my dad was living in Nevada?

According to this Arthur guy.

Did he say how long he was living there for?

No.

And he... All we know about Arthur is that he's a landscaper. I guess so.

I know. It's not a lot of information, and we're going to keep digging around.

I just didn't want to fill you in too early because I didn't want you to get

your hopes up or be let down.

No, I want you to tell me everything.

I know you do. I heard you, so that's why I was filling you in on this.

Oh, I got to go to work.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine. Are you sure? Because if not, I'll just tell him I'm not coming

in today. You're going to play hooky. Mom, it's okay.

I'm fine.

I love you. Love you.

Can you find your way to school from here?

Yeah, Mom. I'll plug it in a ways.

Daffy, you got Nathan Gultone? Yep, TID unlocked it.

Nathan got an email the night before the attack claiming to be from his daughter

Jessica changing their meeting to 745 at the cafe in Venice.

Let me guess, this is not Jessica's email address. I checked, it's a fake.

Yeah, that would explain why Nathan and Jessica ended up sitting at different

cafes. Whoever did this wanted Nathan at that cafe and alone.

Since Nathan and Jessica had just reconciled, he might not have even

email came from an unknown address.

Um, Morgan, what are you doing?

There's an alarm set on Nathan's phone for 8 .01 a .m. And the ringtone is set

to the duck sound.

That's what the cafe hostess heard in the alleyway.

The killer wanted somebody to find his body around 8 o 'clock in the morning.

Long enough after the attack to make sure he was brain dead, but soon enough

make sure his organs were still viable.

I think Nathan Gould was killed for his heart.

Robbed again.

Call the cops.

Good timing.

Cops are here.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

You were saying something about being robbed?

He's kidding about calling the cops.

People steal things off the bus when we're on calls.

Even more so lately with all the drug supply shortages.

We just write it up.

But it's not the controlled stuff. That's locked up.

It's not the controlled stuff, right?

Albuterol. Asthma, man.

We got more in back of the house.

Is there something we can help you with? We had some questions about the Nathan

Gould call. We're hoping you can walk us through the timeline.

Sure. Shoot.

Well, the 911 call that came in around 8 .01, 8 .02, is that about right? Yeah,

sounds right. Just after our shift started, which was at 8. And how long

that for you to arrive on scene?

About five minutes.

Cafe's closed.

And maybe another three minutes after that to get a heartbeat back.

One last question.

Taduzi, how long would a victim have to be down in order to guarantee they'd be

brain dead?

Eleven minutes, give or take.

Appreciate it.

You were right.

Of course I was right.

Also, you should think about stocking up on albuterol if you need it. They're

having a theft problem, apparently.

I'm all good there, but thank you.

Where's Soto?

She stayed back at the hospital to ask a few more questions.

This attack was timed to turn Nathan Gould into the perfect organ donor. He

down for at least 11 minutes before help arrived.

I've been thinking about it. I think there's more.

Nathan was in on it.

The cardiac workup. He was making sure his heart was in good shape. Right. We

already knew that he was planning on killing himself.

Nathan had arranged with someone to give him his heart. But then he found out he

was going to become a grandfather and he changed his mind. So the killer had to

kill him.

Unbelievable.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Not going to last the old -timey car horn, are you?

More than one novelty ringtone per case? I don't think so. That would be

overkill. Fair enough.

Because it seems to me our next question is, who is Nathan Gould's heart going

to? We find them, I think we find our killer.

Excuse me.

Hi. I work with the police. I saw you talking to Jessica Gould yesterday about

her father's organ donations.

Yes, I remember you.

Yeah. Has it been decided where Nathan's heart's going yet?

I'm sorry.

I wouldn't know.

Aren't you the hospital's transplant coordinator?

And you're on the committee, right? Yeah, they call you guys the God

You literally get to decide who lives and who dies?

If you can't answer our questions, then who can?

I... I meant I don't know off the top of my head.

Make an appointment with my office, and I'll look it up for you.

Okay?

Good luck.

I didn't realize the question about where a donor heart was going was scary,

that woman seemed afraid to answer. Same deal with the transplant surgeon. I get

the feeling these guys are circling the wagons. As if someone with a lot of pull

is keeping them quiet.

Because maybe they want the heart themselves.

One thing I did find out, Jessica Gould has given her consent. So Nathan's set

to be taken up life support tomorrow.

Organs will be harvested then. Meaning if we're right and someone is forcing

hospital to give them the heart... It'd be good to find out who first.

Hello?

What? Where is she?

I'll be right there.

Ava just got arrested.

What the hell happened?

Are you okay?

You can uncut her now, please. Can't do that. Building owner caught her

vandalizing his property.

Ava, it's one of your tax murals. Yeah, I'm aware.

Oh, honey, I am... I'm so sorry. Just leave me alone, okay?

Okay.

So what happens now?

We take her in.

No, listen, that's not necessary, all right? Her dad painted that. This is a

family matter. I will take care of it.

Tell that to the owner. Guy wants press charges.

That's the owner? How about this? I go smoother over with him. We assure him

young lady's going to come back, clean this mess up later, and forget it ever

happened. No paperwork for you. Sorry, detective.

I think I really wanted to clean this up. She had a chance before you got

Come on, on your feet.

No, don't touch my daughter, okay?

Morgan, it's all right. I know it's all right. I'm all right. Ma 'am. Don't call

me ma 'am, okay, sir? Don't call me ma 'am right now. I don't need that from

you. What I need from you is to understand that giving a 15 -year -old

criminal record over some tape is completely in faith. Can we all agree on

I mean, it's faith!

Ava? Can we not?

Here. Because of her?

Ava, that woman has her own problems to deal with.

No offense.

Yeah.

Thanks, Gina. You got it.

You're like a grown -up, he said.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry.

Oh, buddy.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

We messed up.

Sometimes I forget that there's a right time to drop huge information on someone

and a wrong time, which would be right before you send her off to school.

It wasn't that.

I know I said I wanted to know everything.

I was wrong.

This was way worse than not knowing.

What do you mean?

My dad's been alive this whole time, living his life.

One stayed over.

And with everything you've been finding out, I actually let myself believe he

cared. That he didn't abandon us.

I still believe that. How?

Because I know who your dad was.

And we haven't heard his side of the story yet, you know? Maybe there's a

that he's had to stay away. My whole life? I can't for the life of me wrap my

mind around what that reason would be.

But the one thing I do know is that he loved you more than anything in the

world.

Okay.

I'm actually working on a case right now where the father estranged from his

daughter. And once he came back into the picture, the only thing he cared about

was making it right.

And that's what all this is about?

Part of it, I'm looking for somebody who needs a heart transplant.

Somebody powerful enough to intimidate an entire hospital to get it.

So I figured I'd start with their biggest donors.

These guys?

Mm -hmm.

You were looking at a who's who of L .A. philanthropy.

What about him?

Carson Wood. Looks like he's a big producer.

This photo wasn't from that premiere.

Do you see who's behind him?

Uh -huh.

Oh, my God.

Mom, seriously, do you live under a rock? She's an actress. She's in, like,

everything. Right. Okay.

Anyway, this whole thing went down about this dress. She dissed the designer and

they were going back and forth for like weeks. But that happened like over a

year ago. Really? Mm -hmm.

Look at you.

And you didn't think you were anything like me.

I mean, first we get arrested together.

Okay. Okay.

Can we look this guy up?

Yeah.

All these are old. Yeah, that one's definitely old. Okay, so if you're

this guy hasn't been seen in public for months, but he's posting old pictures as

if they're recent.

Shady. Might be more than shady.

Maybe he's been hiding the fact that he's sick.

Everything good with Morgan?

Yeah. She had to visit Ava's school, clear up a little truancy thing

What's going on here?

showed up just as Carson Wood was about to head out. I suggested he wait because

people didn't like that. So you decided to block the driveway?

Things were getting a little tense.

Copy that.

Carson Wood, detectives Karanek and Forrester, LAPD. Mind if we ask you a

questions? To get you the hell out of my driveway, ask away.

Make it quick.

Does the name Nathan Gould mean anything to you?

Should it?

He's a murder victim whose death we're investigating.

Never heard of him.

P .S., I don't know if you looked at me, but I'm literally on my way to get a

heart transplant.

I'm not running around killing people.

Well, now that you mention it, one of the reasons we're here is to see if

in the market for a new heart, sir. We believe Mr. Gould was killed so that his

would be available for transplant.

As for killing him yourself, I think you could hire some people to do it.

Can't argue with that.

Hey, Carradoc, the GPS is after the airport.

Nothing clear.

Mr. Wood, would we be right that you pressured St. Clair's Hospital to bump

to the top of their transplant list? Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Doesn't

matter. Got a better heart waiting for me in Utah.

Wait, so you're saying you don't want Nathan Gould's heart?

Is that the one at St. Clair's?

Doc said it wasn't a great match.

Technical stuff.

Not my department.

And if that concludes our business, I'd appreciate you getting out of the way.

Time's the one thing I don't have.

Hey, how'd it go at the school?

I convinced him that 30 minutes in a holding cell can serve as detention, but

whatever, that's not why I called. I got a message from Soto. St. Clair's

Hospital called.

Oh, yeah, yeah, we know.

Carson Wood didn't even need Nathan's heart.

Guessing it got put back into the system? Well, it would have, but it's

stolen.

How did someone steal a heart? That's what we're trying to figure out. The

hospital said everything went normally with the organ removal. They took the

heart out of Nathan. They packed it for transport.

That's when it was supposed to be driven to another hospital. But that's when

everyone lost track of it. Someone with knowledge of the process intercepted the

heart on its way out of the building.

So far, we haven't spotted anything on the hospital surveillance, but we're

still looking.

How much time can pass between taking out a heart and putting it in someone

else's? The hospital said six hours tops, two of which have already passed.

And that's how much time we have.

Someone this killer cares about is about to get a heart transplant, which means

our best chance to find the killer is while that person is still in a hospital

bed. After the patient's safe and sound, our guy could be in the wind.

Now, it felt like the transplant coordinator was hiding things yesterday.

Let's have her back in for a conversation.

Now that the pressure's off on Wood, maybe she'll be more forthcoming.

I'm starting to feel like I should have a lawyer.

No, that's definitely a way you could go, given that we could charge you with

obstructing an investigation.

You might lose your job, so lawyering up might be the smart move.

But the truth is we're not looking to come after you.

We need to find Nathan Gould's killer, and we need to find him now. If you help

us, we'd be inclined to forget your role in all of this.

My role in this?

I didn't have a choice.

If we didn't find Mr.

Woodhart, he would have cut off millions in funding.

That's money we use to save countless lives.

We're not here to judge.

Okay. We have reason to believe that at one point Nathan Gould and his killer

were cooperating. Let's say Carson Wood never interfered. Who would have gotten

the heart then?

Nathan Gould left behind a directed donation.

He named the person he wanted his heart to go to. And when Mr. Wood pressured us

to find him a heart...

The committee and I, we invalidated Mr. Gould's directive.

Whose name was on the directed donation?

I don't know.

I deleted any record on the hospital system.

You deleted the intended recipient's name and you don't even remember who it

was? Not that I don't remember.

I didn't even look.

That person is something I don't want to think about.

So their name should still be on the transplant list, right?

Yeah.

Is this the information we got from the transplant coordinator?

The UNOS database?

Yes. You're looking at everyone waiting on a heart in the southwestern United

States. Good, because that heart only has about two hours of viability left.

How are we going to narrow this down?

Nope. Okay.

This one, this one, this one. I'll live too far away to get the heart in time.

These are the wrong blood types.

And since a key factor in a heart match is body size, you're out. You're out.

You are definitely out.

There we go.

Good work, Morgan. We can just reach out to each of these hospitals. No, we

won't have to.

I gotta check something real quick, but if I'm right, I know where to find the

killer.

Rosemary Kafferi, 70 years old, at Eaton General, in end -stage heart failure.

She's the one getting the heart.

How did you know?

Because she was the only one left whose profile said she was on albuterol.

Yeah, paramedics said people were stealing albuterol because of a drug

I don't doubt that there was a drug shortage, but people were not stealing

albuterol. One of the paramedics was.

For his mother.

That's what you had to check.

That's right.

Kateri was Rosemary's second husband's last name. Her first husband was a

bishop, just like one of our paramedics, Christopher Bishop.

He's Rosemary's son.

Christopher and Nathan knew each other because of Nathan's injuries.

They must have shared their struggles with each other.

So when Nathan decided to end his life, he offered to direct his heart to

Christopher's mother. But then Nathan changed his mind. Which meant

had to take matters into his own hands.

He staged the messy tables to make sure that Nathan sat exactly where he wanted

him to.

And then he dragged his body into the alley.

And he set an alarm to make sure that someone would find Nathan at exactly the

right time.

This scene explains the where and when. Closing up to Christopher's firehouse so

he could show up to his shift before the call came in and give himself an alibi.

And you could make sure that he was the paramedic who was taking the call.

He did all this to save his dying mother.

Well, I'll have Unis posted to stop Christopher and give Eaton General a

up.

We're going to stop her from getting the heart, aren't we?

I had no idea.

I swear, I was only told that a heart was available.

Does he know that you know?

He dropped off the heart along with the paperwork saying it was for you, and he

left. Mr. Gould's directed donation was still on file here, too. We had the

hospital text Christopher as your next of kin and say they needed him to come

back, which he did.

We have him in custody now.

He's going to go to prison, isn't he?

You're going to let me see him?

Please. I'll have my officers bring it.

Thank you.

Of course, you will go back on the waiting list for another heart.

I don't really... I don't really care about them now.

Oh, my.

Hey, Mom.

It's Richard.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you so much.

I love you, too.

It's all right.

It's all right.

all done with it.

I think your dad meant to give it to you.

Actually, he already gave me one just like it.

I think he meant to give this one to her.

Can I ask you a question?

Your dad was absent your whole life and you let him back in.

How did you do that?

Guess that's how my mom raised me.

You take care.

Angela Lee, 17.

Congenital defect. Got progressively worse. Eventually the docs couldn't

it.

She got the heart.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow, Gilbert.