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So the Jane Doe who was on the train tracks

was actually a biomedical engineer working at Thor Labs.

That tech company that made the news

for 3D printing human organs?

They're talking security clearances.

[Benton] Marino says you think Matt Petersen might be involved?

If he really did have something to do with this,

then Gwen's death is on me.

You know you can't tell your wife any of this, right?

You mean my wife,

the chief medical examiner in charge of the case?

Aren't you supposed to do that in your bedroom?

This is, uh, my niece Lucy. Lucy, this is Benton.

Why is Abby Turnbull always nipping at our heels?

It's the job of public servants to bring truth to the people.

[Scarpetta] There's a serial murderer on the loose.

I have till Friday to catch him

before he kills again.

- [woman screams] - [Benton] We can trace the soap,

narrow our scope of suspects.

[Scarpetta] You still think it's Matt Petersen?

Nothing yet that tells me otherwise.

[Lucy over phone] See what I sent you?

[Marino] You got to be fucking kidding me.

- Peter. - I'm sorry. I got to go.

I think I just made a big mistake.

[grunts]

[Fruge] Marino, stop!

How did you know Gwen Hainey?

I wanted to find out if it was ever even going to be possible.

- What? - Fully functioning

compatible synthetic organs.

When people die, that's it.

They're gone. They're fucking gone.

[birds chirping]

[flies buzzing]

[object thuds nearby]

[eerie music playing]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Thor Labs? - [Benton] Yeah.

That's where Gwen Hainey worked.

- Is this connected to her death? - Thor Labs

- contracts with the Defense Department. - Is this connected to her--

Uh, Dr. Kay Scarpetta, this is my partner Sierra Patron.

It's nice to meet you, Dr. Scarpetta. Thank you for coming.

Well, it's not like I had a choice, is it?

So what do you need from me?

Well, we need a medical examiner to do an out-of-the-box autopsy.

Word has it, you're the best.

No need to flatter me. I'm here.

[Tron] So, three months ago, Thor launched an experimental

biomedical lab to 3D bioprint human organs in orbit.

Apparently, conditions in space optimize growth.

Microgravity. The tiniest of blood vessels can stand on their own.

So, earlier today, ground control lost all contact with the orbiter,

and some three hours after that, we detected an unknown object

re-entering Earth's atmosphere and completely disintegrating

- over U.S. airspace. - The orbiter.

So, um, what happened to it?

Well, that's, uh, what you're here to tell us.

[sighs]

[NASA admin] As far as we can tell, the orbiter started losing speed,

causing it to free-fall, then the Earth's atmosphere did the rest.

At nearly 17,000 miles per hour,

the friction of the air would've caused it to start burning up almost immediately.

The Thor orbiter had nine modules,

but the lab was the only one fitted with extra solar radiation shielding.

Three individuals lived on that orbiter.

Two commercial astronauts, an American and a Russian to run the station.

And a biomedical engineer from Thor Labs to perform the experiments, Jared Horton.

Using metallurgic X-ray, we've determined there are two bodies

inside of the lab wreckage.

In the entire history of our space program,

we've never had a death in orbit.

We must find out as quickly as possible what happened to these men.

What caused their deaths,

and for this reason, we've brought in renowned expert,

Dr. Kay Scarpetta, to be the first to examine whatever remains of them.

[Benton] Gwen Hainey, also a biomedical engineer at Thor,

was found murdered in Virginia this past week.

Uh, we believe that Gwen was killed in her home,

her body was then moved

and staged on Daingerfield Island.

Hainey came on the Bureau's radar last summer

when intelligence was received

that she was selling sensitive trade secrets

to our foreign competitors, the Russians.

Two days after Gwen Hainey's death,

Jared Horton placed a brief call to her cell phone from the Thor orbiter.

[Jared speaking Russian over voicemail]

"Hello from space, my dear. How are you?"

What does that mean?

[Benton] Well, we believe it means that Jared Horton and Gwen Hainey

were partners shopping biotech to the Russians,

and that her murder is somehow connected to the two dead men inside that orbiter.

[young Scarpetta] I want to speak to your supervisor.

[Borawash rep over phone] Why not the sales department?

Because I already spoke to the guy in Borawash sales and accounting,

and the dumbass in PR twice.

Actually, do you know what?

No more transfers. You, sir, are gonna be my hero

because I'm trying to look for a serial killer

and there's 100,000 women in this city who are running out of time.

Borawash is nontoxic, ma'am.

- What? - It can't kill you.

Okay, I'm gonna need you to really listen.

I'm Dr. Kay Scarpetta. I'm the chief medical examiner of Virginia,

and I investigate deaths. Do you follow?

So like a coroner?

Uh, no. No, no. Nothing like a coroner. Look,

I need a list immediately of every Borawash client in Alexandria.

And if I don't get that list,

you're gonna see a court order on your desk with your name on it.

Do you know my name?

What? Oh, shit. Uh...

- Um, I do. I have it written down. - Can I place you on a brief hold?

No. No! No! No!

[dramatic music playing]

[Marino] These Abby Turnbull articles aren't helping much.

Least as far as people feeling terrified.

Gun sales are through the roof.

Next thing you know, we're gonna be in a city full of quaking cowards

all armed to the teeth.

Be a rash of accidents. Everybody's fucked.

Publicity can inflate a killer's ego. That can lead to more bodies.

So you saying he strikes tonight?

[Scarpetta] We're screwed.

Borawash is used in 73 city and state buildings in Alexandria and D.C.

Courthouses, county hospitals, DMV.

I haven't even gotten started on the private businesses yet.

So at least 10,000 employees across the city?

- At least. - [Marino] Jesus Christ.

[Scarpetta] You want A to H, I to O, or P to Z?

[Marino] And, what, interview 10,000 people?

[Scarpetta] Yeah, well, obviously, I have to narrow it down,

I just don't know how to yet, but we will.

Uh, you realize it's already 6:00 p.m., right?

I mean, we ain't gonna get no one on the phone until Monday.

Well, what do we do? It is Friday night. Women are afraid to go home.

You should get home to your niece. Lock your doors and the windows.

[Marino] Look, I ain't just gonna sit around.

I'm a cop. It's the night he strikes. I'll patrol the fucking streets.

Look, let's hope that all this attention does the opposite of what we think,

encourages him to lay low.

Can we at least agree to page each other at the first sign of trouble?

Okay?

Doc, uh, you need a ride? I'm heading that way myself.

Or I-I could follow you, if you'd feel more comfortable.

I can get myself home.

[tense, suspenseful music playing]

Hey.

What are you typing?

Lucy?

No? Nothing?

[sighs]

Luce? We're gonna go see a movie.

Okay?

[Fruge] He's always been a little rough around the edges-- Pete.

I mean, we all know he's not really domesticated,

but, man, I have never seen him lose his cool like that, have you?

Like, was he gonna kill that guy if we hadn't have shown up?

[sighs]

I am sure he didn't mean any of the things he said.

Just... lost his cool.

- You know? - I actually think he did mean it.

And I think it's something he's wanted to say to me for a while.

I, um...

I saw what was on your screen-- well, who was on your screen,

when I came over to your place the other day.

She's beautiful, Lucy.

And I just, I want to say...

it's okay.

You know, everybody deals with grief their own way.

And it's honestly nobody's business really but your own.

Hey, um, I have a bottle of something not too terrible on the shelf over there,

if you want to maybe...

have a drink? Hang out?

You know, I think I should go home,

and, uh, check on Pete.

Yeah. Yeah.

No, yeah, of course, that's... that's a good idea. You should do that.

Count me in on the next one, though.

Yeah. [chuckles]

[door closes]

[Dorothy] He just got up, he left.

I was so embarrassed. He didn't even touch his fish.

But I guess it was the, um, eyeballs.

Probably a no-go, but, you know, hindsight is, uh, 20/20.

- What-what are you looking for? - I'm looking for a cigarette.

I would like a cigarette because I'm a little drunk, and I like to smoke.

Okay, well, uh, you're never gonna find those in Lucy's house.

Oh, really?

What's this then, hmm?

- That's a joint. - Ah, even better. Even better.

Um, do we think that this is wise?

Mm.

It is not just wise, it is necessary.

[sighs]

Janet, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you for telling me.

Of course he's in love with her. Why else would he do these things?

No, no.

I never should've said that.

I-I didn't mean it like it was true, like a real feeling.

More like one of those unrequited doohickeys

- that lingers a little longer than you'd-- - No.

No.

Because he didn't even stay for the Baked Alaska, and he loves meringue.

Okay, and even if it were true-- and I'm not saying that it was--

it's so obvious who Marino loves now and who he wants to be with.

Me?

- Yes, of course you. - [coughing]

Yeah, I thought that, at one point. At the beginning.

Now, I'm a fucking consolation prize.

[door opens]

What the fuck am I looking at?

- [Dorothy] Oh, hi, baby. - [Lucy] What are you doing here, Mother?

And what are you smoking?

Oh, I don't actually know. I found it in your drawer.

Does anybody want to tell me what's going on here?

We were just talking.

You...

Oh. Oh, no.

You're the only one who's allowed to talk to her?

Yes, yes. Especially when you treat me like a lunatic

- for doing it in the first place. - No.

- I love Janet. I love her. - Mm.

Janet talks to me like I'm a person.

Like a person she wants to talk to.

And not just like some...

encumbrance that has to be tolerated until the end of time.

[laughs] Wow. For God's sake.

And I was lonely. Where's my husband?

[crying] Where's my fucking husband?

Where's Peter?

Got anything that's not dead?

Uh, I'd say the flowers here generally fit the circumstances.

Wife or girlfriend?

- Not that it's any of your business. - Either way,

those daisies will do the trick.

Sadder the better, if you're playing that angle.

If you really want to win her over, though-- scratchers, my friend.

More than anything, chicks dig hope.

One thing my wife definitely does not need is more money.

You're married to a woman who doesn't need more money?

You're one lucky S.O.B.

[scanner beeps]

[intriguing music playing]

Uh, give me a pack of Premiums, too.

I'm in a "fucking things up" kind of mood.

[chuckles] Yeah, live it up. No telling where this pack will lead.

I love you.

[door bell chimes]

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

Hey, Doc, so good news/bad news on the Petersen front.

You were right. He didn't do it.

So, the past is the past. We can put it behind us.

The bad news part is I, uh...

Shit. Delete.

- [phone chimes] - Uh, delete message.

- Delete-delete message. - [phone chimes]

Delete message. Delete message! Piece of shit.

[sighs]

All right, Pete.

Pull yourself together.

- Jackass is right, you are a lucky S.O.B. - [engine starts]

[♪ Scorpions play "I'm Goin' Mad"]

♪ ♪

Look, uh, I know you're upset.

But I only knew about Gwen for a couple of days.

For a couple of days? Oh, great. Okay.

Well, that makes me feel better. Just a brief betrayal, huh?

I know. You're angry.

No. I'm not angry.

I'm in a fucking rage.

Oh, when you say it like that,

it sounds far more chilling than if you just screamed it at me.

Yeah, well, I'm a professional.

[tool whirring]

[man] Hey. Whoa, whoa.

I was questioning everything, my whole career.

Everything, my first case, all of it.

And all that worry and fear, you could've taken away in an instant.

- Kay. - You could've stopped

all of that suffering, but you didn't,

and you knew. You knew. Who does that?

- Who does that to their wife? - That camera up there...

To the woman you're supposed to love more than anything.

...is streaming directly somewhere, and people are paying very close attention,

probably in the White House.

Okay. Well, great.

I'm sure they've seen two people fight before.

[whirring resumes]

[whirring stops]

[muffled chatter]

After you.

Your show now, Dr. Scarpetta.

[eerie music playing]

[Tron over comms] What are we looking at?

Organs.

Lots of biosynthetic organs.

♪ ♪

- [Scarpetta] This is what you want to see? - [Lucy] Yes.

- [sighs] What about Dr. Dolittle? - No.

- I want to see Scully. - Scully?

You know, Mulder's partner.

She's a doctor, like you, and an FBI agent, like I want to be.

Since when? I thought your whole life was computers.

Maybe I want to catch bad guys, like you, but with less dead bodies.

- Um, two for-for X-Files, please. - Yeah.

[hisses]

- You're hissing at me? - Yeah.

What do you want? Pizza? Are you hungry?

- Is that-- Okay. - Yes.

- Will you stop hissing at me? - No.

[laughs] Okay.

Hey, Luce, you know, um, you know that guy that you met the other night?

- Benton? - Yes, Benton.

He was nice. You work together?

Actually, he works for the FBI.

Wow.

Um, I just want you to know that...

whatever you saw... [laughs] that won't happen again.

I don't care, Aunt Kay. My mom has guys stay over all the time.

He didn't stay over, Lucy, and he won't be in the future.

We can do whatever we want, right, Aunt Kay?

And right now, I think I would really like some ice cream.

Abby. Hi.

Guess we had the same idea. Better out than home, right?

I didn't know you had a daughter.

[Scarpetta] Uh, no, I-I don't.

Uh, Lucy, this is-- She's my niece.

She's my sister's daughter, and she's just staying with me

- while my sister is... - Say no more.

I've got one of those. She's staying with me right now.

So...

- Abby, don't do that. - [Abby] What?

You know I can't talk to you.

Look, these optics are really bad, and you know that my office has been gagged.

Your office is gagged?

Oh, shit.

Look, just tell me this,

do you really think the hubby did it?

Abby, I can't talk to you.

Fine. Fine. You guys stay safe.

What hubby did what?

[♪ The Commodores sing "Three Times a Lady"]

♪ You're once, twice ♪

♪ three times a lady ♪

♪ And I love you ♪

[turn signal clicking]

♪ I love you ♪

♪ When we are together ♪

♪ the moments I cherish ♪

♪ with every beat ♪

♪ of my heart ♪

[insects chirping]

Hey, hey.

Do you guys have any sugar here? Do you have anything with sugar?

- Do you have chocolate? - You ate it.

- What? - Lucy doesn't like

to keep too much junk in the house.

I know. She won't keep my Lucky Charms.

- Certainly not Lucky Charms. - 'Cause she stress eats.

I-- She doesn't need to know that.

Oh, I've known that for a long time.

Why are you in my house getting stoned, Mother?

I just thought maybe it would,

you know, balance out the fact I'm a little drunk.

We've had a chin wag or two of late, and usually she's fine.

- You're chin wagging with my mother? - Yes, Luce.

We've been hanging out a little.

Everyone else is suddenly gone all the time.

And it's been quite nice, actually.

Mm. That's a nice thing for you to say.

Really nice. Back at you, J-Dog.

Luce, Luce, usually, she's fine.

I mean, we talked about her books and...

and then I maybe accidentally gave her the impression that, um...

Yeah, it doesn't matter.

No, what?

What?

Well, that Pete might kind of, sort of,

have always been in love with your Aunt Kay.

- What? - Which I've explained

was totally false, by the way,

but now, I can't seem to unroll that thread.

So all of this is about Marino?

Yeah.

Okay, okay.

Mother, wake up. Hey.

Look at my eyes and answer me.

Do you love Marino?

Do you?

All my marriages have meant something to me, honey.

Oh, my God, you do.

I do.

You love Marino. Like...

love-love.

Are you guys having a slumber party in here or something?

Hi. Hi. What?

Are-- are those for me?

I mean, yeah, but only if they're gonna make you happy,

- which, I mean-- they're ugly as shit. - [Dorothy laughing] No.

The best I could do at 1:00 in the morning.

- They're so beautiful. - [Marino] Oh, they're not-- Okay.

They're the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen in my life.

- Is that weed I'm smelling? - [laughs] Yes.

- Are you gonna arrest me? - [Marino] No, no.

I'm not gonna arrest you, but how about we, uh,

how about we go see if there's any of the doc's delicious lasagna

- in the fridge, huh? - Oh, fuck her. Fuck her. No, no, no.

- Come on. - All right.

Where were you? Where were you?

- [Marino] I was, uh... - [Dorothy] It was so late.

- [Marino] I know, I know. - [Dorothy] No, but where were you?

[Marino] I smoked a whole pack of cigarettes...

[chatter fades]

[tense, suspenseful music playing]

Walk us through what you're seeing.

[Benton] Extensive damage to the interior of the module.

Walls of the cabin

seem to be covered with what appears to be--

Blood. It's blood.

As fine in some parts as aerosol.

When a liquid gets released into microgravity,

it's suspended, like a small ball.

These weightless balls would then float around in the cabin,

until they were sucked into the ventilation system...

- [Benton] Right. - ...where they would then be hosed out,

causing them to spray everywhere.

Any sign of the third crewmate?

[Benton] No, just fake organs, everywhere.

- Biosynthetic. Not fake. - [scoffs] Non-human.

Partially human. Thermometer.

Yeah.

You'd think if, uh,

you wanted to make something non-human, human,

- it would require more than science. - Magic. It would require magic.

Well, I was gonna say God, but magic will do.

[beeps]

I got a reading.

Well...

based on the temperature comparisons and rigor, I would say they had been

dead ten to 12 hours.

So before they crashed? They were killed in orbit.

- That's right. - Yeah.

Question is, how?

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry.

Thank you.

So that woman, Abby, thinks the man married

to the doctor lady was the one that killed her?

Um, so Abby's a reporter,

and it's her job to write about crimes that happen and make them exciting,

and she was just trying to get information from me.

Are you friends? Do you like her?

I actually...

- I don't really know her. - Hmm.

I want to get some popcorn.

Uh, we just sat down, and you had pizza and ice cream for dinner.

Well, what's a movie without popcorn?

- Okay, fine. - I have money,

and I can walk ten feet to a popcorn line by myself.

- Okay, Lucy. - Shh.

It hasn't even started.

[indistinct chatter]

Whoa.

- [indistinct chatter] - [somber music playing]

Pretzels? You can't have pretzels.

[chatter continues indistinctly]

[laughter]

All right, you can both have them.

[announcer over speakers] Thank you for choosing Starlight Cinemas.

Where we bring the stars to you.

[upbeat music playing]

- No popcorn? What happened? - Nothing.

- [X-Files theme music playing] - Lucy.

The line was too long.

♪ ♪

Why do you keep checking that?

Sorry. [sighs]

♪ ♪

[men clamoring]

[Petersen grunts]

[man] We don't drink with wife-killers.

[grunting]

Piece of shit.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[grunts]

Hit the ground a little hard there.

Nice hat.

- You following me? - Course I'm following you.

You're suspect numero uno, and tonight is, you know...

- Friday night. - [sighs]

I can't even drink over my grief in peace.

How do I know this isn't readying

with liquid courage before you go out and kill some more?

Just stop, would you? Can you just s-stop already?

Stop harassing me and go find the son of a bitch who killed my wife.

[engine starts]

[Marino] I'm telling you right now, you're gonna need more cream cheese than that.

You're gonna need more-more than you ever think you need.

Okay.

This is, like, the most bachelor omelet in the history of omelets.

- You know, you should call it that. - No, it's already got a name.

The Southern-Style New Jersey. Little ode to my old life

and my new life.

So what life was it an ode to out there on the farm today

when you almost beat that Yama Matt guy to death?

You heard from-from the doc?

Both her and Benton's cars are gone.

Find that a little bit unusual?

Well, here's an idea, why don't we worry a little less about them

- and maybe a little more about you, hmm? - Me?

Mm.

- About me? I'm fine. - Really?

There's a lot of subtext-slash-anger in those punches you threw today

for a guy who is fine.

Listen to me, okay? I'm sorry as hell that you had to be there for that.

I am, okay?

People thinking I'm dumb is, like, my sore spot.

And that fucking guy just jabs at it with a red-hot poker

every time I ever fucking see him.

Pete, there's not anybody who knows you who thinks you're stupid.

- My mother thought that. - No, she didn't.

She did, and that's enough about it.

The point is, don't take nothing I said out there too seriously, okay?

Look, you are allowed to say whatever you want and believe it, too.

You know, people say things sometimes when they're angry

that they don't really mean, you know?

Or have even ever thought about, you know,

regarding other people's... other people's loved ones.

It's okay, Pete.

To say what you feel about Janet.

[somber music playing]

I just feel sad that she's gone.

[sighs] You know what? I think I'm ready for--

[Lucy crying]

Get me another plate there, yeah?

Hey, hey, what's going on with your mother, by the way?

What was... what was all that about?

You know, honestly... Wow.

- I think it was about you. - Me?

Mm-hmm.

What'd I do this time?

Well, don't take this the wrong way, but I think she really loves you.

- Huh? - Yum.

[dramatic music playing]

Two dime-sized punctures on the upper torso.

Perfectly round.

Yeah, well, it's not what you'd expect from shrapnel or space junk.

- Or anything natural. - Yeah.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Moving to the second body.

One puncture wound, upper torso.

One on the leg.

Perfectly round, dime-sized.

[Tron over comms] So what are you thinking, Dr. Scarpetta?

Bullet holes. I'm thinking bullet holes.

I'll need to do an ultrasound. Do you have the equipment here?

Uh, Tron?

Uh, Tron?

[reporter speaking foreign language over TV]

We're watching footage of a Russian spacecraft landing in Kazakhstan.

[reporter continues in foreign language]

The Russians are rescuing our missing astronaut.

Jared Horton is alive.

The bodies of the two astronauts will be transported

to OCME offices in Virginia,

where I'm gonna conduct the autopsies,

so I can't definitively say what killed them at this time.

Come on, Dr. Scarpetta, you must have a pretty good idea.

What I will say is that the initial ultrasound review

indicates that there was a high-speed projectile

that penetrated each of the victim's bodies,

where it fragmented into birdshot.

This, um, pattern is indicative of Glaser Safety Slugs,

a type of ammunition that, when

penetrating the body, ricochets inside without exiting.

This, of course, is the perfect ammunition to kill someone in space.

We believe that these, uh, Glaser Safety Slugs were brought on board the orbiter

for the specific intent to murder,

and if Jared Horton is indeed alive and well in Russia,

then, uh, I am inclined to think that Jared Horton murdered his crewmates,

sabotaged the orbiter, and then escaped on the Soyuz.

And when will we know for sure?

Uh, the autopsies will leave us without a doubt.

Uh, we'll extract the fragments, analyze them, and if they are indeed

Glaser Safety Slugs, then I would agree with Agent Wesley that this is murder.

And what does this mean for Gwen Hainey's murder?

It means we now know why Gwen Hainey was killed.

Jared Horton and Gwen Hainey were working together

to bring technology and information to the Russians.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Thank you, sir.

[dramatic music playing]

[Benton] You want answers, you deserve answers.

Anything you want to know, it's...

it's all on the table now.

You knew Matt Petersen had nothing to do with Gwen Hainey's death

and you said nothing to me.

I asked you and you lied to me.

That was a choice, Benton.

All I knew was that Gwen was likely a spy. That's all I knew.

So you knew there were many more suspects more likely

- to have done this than Matt Petersen. - Yeah, I couldn't share that.

[sighs] This is a marriage.

- It's a marriage. - It was work, for God sakes.

- I swore an oath, Kay. - It's not black-and-white.

I understand government secrets,

- but you could have hinted at something. - Yeah. You do.

You know exactly what I mean.

You could have hinted at something.

What is your obsession with this guy anyway?

This case? Petersen case was solved years ago.

- It was my first big case. - And he didn't kill his wife.

We know that.

So what is it that's making you so crazy?

Don't change the subject.

You knew.

You knew you should have said something to me.

And would you have kept it to yourself?

- You wouldn't have shared it with Pete? - Oh, God.

I mean, is there anything you don't share with Pete?

So that's what this is about? You're jealous of Pete?

- That is ridiculous. - Yeah, I think you are.

Should I be jealous of Pete?

Are you sleeping with her?

Wow. Wow.

Are you sleeping with that girl?

- Oh, my God. - Come on.

- I have seen you a lot of ways, Kay. - Just say it.

- Say it. - I have never seen this color on you.

It's happened before,

- why wouldn't it happen again? - Oh, come on.

- It's different. - No. You were married, I was young.

- What's different about it? - My whole life was different.

Every... everything was different.

Do you regret it?

- That's not the point. - Come on. Answer the question.

- Do you regret... - No, I don't--

Do you regret leaving your wife and kids for me?

Kay, what are you doing? What are you doing?

Well, now, so many years later, and you see what this really is, huh?

- Please, stop it. Stop. - Well, it would make sense.

I mean, you're living here with my crazy family,

and it's sort of... [sighs]

Just say it.

- Say what you really feel. I can take it. - [engine revs]

Just say it, Benton.

Say what you fucking feel for once. Say it.

Just say it. Tell me the truth

- for fucking once. - Okay, listen!

I agree with your sister.

I think she's right, I think you have a codependent connection to your niece.

I saw it when she was 11 and I still see it,

and I think Lucy would be better off away from you.

Away from all of us, just free.

Free to make her own choices.

Free to fail, on her own, and free to, free to learn

- how to pick herself back up again. - I get--

Is that what you want?

Oh, fuck you, Kay.

Fuck you. You asked me to say it, I said it.

I don't want you sleeping in the house tonight.

I don't want you to sleep

- in the house tonight. - Well, I don't give a shit what you want!

It is my house, Kay,

- and I am not going anywhere. - [whispers] I think there is something

deeply emotionally wrong with you.

What did you say?

You know what I said.

And you know it's true.

Um, Peter?

This is the best thing I've ever eaten in my entire life.

- [laughs] - No, seriously, it is...

Come here.

...way better than anything my shit sister made for me.

Listen to me, I am sorry I screwed up that lunch yesterday, babe.

No, that was a Grade-A gesture, and I blew it.

But I'm-a make it up to you. I'm-a make it up to you, like, tenfold.

Okay?

That's so nice. Thank you.

[kisses]

[phone chimes]

[FaceTime ringing]

Okay, way too early for a FaceTime.

Well, you look great, so...

And you texted me.

- Okay, that's a good point. Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

Actually, I was just a little worried about you.

And Pete.

Oh, well, Pete's fine.

I mean, he made omelets.

And I'm just...

dealing with Mom.

How are you?

You know, just waking up to face the day.

And your first thought was of me?

Busted.

[Marino] So, what was that like, huh?

I mean, talking to Janet on that thing?

I always thought you thought it was creepy.

No, it was, it was...

it was a little weird, but...

You know, I'm-I'm a little lonely,

and I was bored, and so, I went in...

You know what? It was fine, we...

we just started talking and...

And she asked me about my books, which was really sweet.

And, uh...

and I realized I missed her.

Yeah.

And I felt bad that I hadn't gotten to know her...

- Yeah. - ...better, really, and then

- I just thought about Lucy. - Aw, baby.

- No, it's just... - Hey, come on. Hey, listen to me.

- Listen to me. - [sniffles]

This, this is why I love you.

[footsteps approaching]

And this is why I love you.

My sweet man.

- Hi, baby. - Hi.

I'm gonna go in.

- Are you? - Yeah, here we go.

[Lucy] Okay.

- Nope. - [laughs] Nope.

Not go... we're close, but no cigar.

[laughs]

Oh, God. Here's hoping this batshit omelet

- tastes better than it looks. - It's delicious.

- Guys, it's just an omelet. - [door opens, closes]

[Dorothy] It's not just an omelet.

He puts cream cheese and bacon...

You're up.

- Why? - Oh, hi. No, we... [chuckles]

- We haven't gone to bed. - Oh.

What's that smell?

It's an omelet. Pete made it.

Where you been, Doc?

Um, I just, I need two hours, so I'll fill you in later.

- [Dorothy] Can't wait. - [Scarpetta] No, not you.

You know what? I'll be right back.

Hey, Doc? Hold on.

Listen.

- Uh... - [sighs]

Look, I got to the... I got to the bottom

of the whole Petersen part of this thing and...

it turns out that he did know Gwen,

but, you know, in his... his crazy way,

he had more to gain from her being alive than dead.

Point is, he didn't do it.

So, you know, we're good on that front, right?

- Yeah. [sniffles] - Okay.

Yeah. Thanks, Pete.

Yeah. Go get those two hours.

[somber music playing]

[laughs softly]

Night, Doc.

Night.

♪ ♪

[exhales]

[atmospheric music playing]

[soft clattering]

[door creaks]

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

[flashlight clatters]

[electricity buzzing]

[exhales]

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[gentle music playing]

♪ ♪

[insects chirping]

- [young Lucy] Did you have fun tonight? - Yeah. I really did.

It was so nice to spend time with you.

- Good night, Luce. - Good night, Aunt Kay.

I saw your friend.

The FBI guy.

- At the movies. - You did?

You didn't say anything?

I didn't know he was married.

Did you?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Um...

But thank you for telling me.

Life's complicated.

But you know that already, don't you?

Yes.

Everything about my life has been complicated.

I'm used to it.

[laughs softly]

Okay.

Good night. Sleep well, sweetie.

Night.

♪ ♪

[engine turns off]

[keys jingle]

[lock clicking]

[bolt clicks]

[glass rolls on ground]

[atmospheric music playing]

Henna?

Henna.

[wind chimes clinking in distance]

Henna?

Are you here?

[whispers] Henna?

[door creaking]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

[whimpering]

[screams]

[wind chimes clinking]

[atmospheric music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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