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- [siren wailing] - [reporter] In tragic news this morning,

it is widely presumed that this marks the fourth killing in a--

[dramatic music playing]

[Scarpetta] I met her once.

- Lori Petersen. - [Benton] Where?

At a med conference.

The syrupy sick smell. What if our killer has a syndrome,

an illness that creates the odor, so that's why he keeps washing,

to mask the smell.

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

and you lied to me.

The Cammie Ramada case was ruled an accidental death.

- [Scarpetta] Well, that's a cover-up. - [Debbie] The night on Daingerfield,

Reddy said that he had his wife in the car,

but it looked like Maggie to me.

I'm ordering the exhumation of Cammie Ramada's body.

Reddy is summoning me to his office tomorrow morning, so I'm being fired.

- What the fuck does that mean? - I didn't mean anything.

- [phone ringing] - I have to take this, okay?

Luce.

- Oh, hi. - I-I wasn't sure you were gonna pick up.

- You don't know, do you? - Know what?

Ask her.

What happened with the Petersen case that made you so afraid for it

- to come back into question? - What did Dorothy say?

No, what did Dorothy say?

I'll bet Marino knows, too.

No, what did Dorothy say to you?

[lighthearted music playing]

[Dorothy] Sweetheart, did you not try it on before?

This is my daughter, and she's getting married today,

and nothing-- and I mean nothing--

is going to tarnish this holy event.

- So, I need Rosa. - [Scarpetta] What's this I hear

- about sleeves? What's going on? - [Dorothy] We're getting Rosa.

It's gonna be fine, sweetheart.

[Dorothy] No. Everything's fine. Everything's fine. Right?

By the way, it's a wedding, so what would be a wedding

without a little chaos?

Your mother knows what she's talking about.

Wow, is that a little funny about how many times

- I've been married? - Just a little, yeah.

- Have a laugh. - [Dorothy] Okay, well, I didn't...

- Oh. Hi, Rosa. - [Rosa] Hi.

[Dorothy] So, we're having a little sleeve problem.

Yeah.

- It's gonna be fine. - Kelly, I said creamy white.

- Are you happy you got married? - Yes, of course.

I'm so happy.

I love him. I do.

You're just scared.

- Oh, God. Brace yourself. - [Dorothy] Just to be clear,

all of my marriages were magical until the third year.

That's when shit gets real.

All the things that you found so charming

start to bite you in the ass.

You know, "I just, I love the way he's sort of

so expressive and shares his feelings."

And then, by the third year,

"Would he just shut the fuck up about his fucking feelings?"

- [Scarpetta] That's not my experience. - [Dorothy] Well, it's mine,

- and everybody I know. - Come on. Let's just focus on Lucy.

[Dorothy] Oh, I'm focused on Lucy.

- I want this waistline in. - Why don't you just

- bring it down a notch? - [Dorothy] I-- Oh. Okay.

- [Scarpetta] All right? - Why don't you bring it up a notch?

[exhales]

[melancholy music playing]

[quietly] I'm sorry.

Babe? Janet?

She's gotta be here somewhere.

- Oh. - Thank you, thank you. Janet?

Babe?

Janet?

Lucy?

[gentle music playing]

Wow.

No, wait, we're not supposed to see each other. It's bad luck.

We're two women. We're not supposed to be getting married at all.

You better come in.

Okay, what happened?

- Well, my mother. My aunt. - Mm-hmm.

- My sleeves were too long. - [laughs]

Ugh, God.

We've been together for three years, so are you gonna start, you know,

hating the way that I'm always talking about coding and data

and how I scream numbers in my sleep?

I don't know.

Are you gonna start to hate the way I always drool on the pillow?

Or how my five-second rule is actually more like 28 seconds?

These are terrible vows.

- Yeah, they're the worst. - [laughs]

Oh, God. [sniffles]

How about the way you look at me?

With love, light, and longing.

Or the way you're always present.

Letting time move through you, instead of moving through time.

[sweet, gentle music playing]

Hey.

I've got you.

[laughs]

I love you.

Oh, I love you.

[♪ "Illegals / Morgue" by Mark Isham playing]

- ♪ ♪ - [no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue]

♪ ♪

[whistles]

- [guests cheering] - [♪ ABBA sings "Dancing Queen"]

[laughs]

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ You can dance, you can jive ♪

♪ having the time of your life ♪

♪ Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene ♪

♪ digging the dancing queen...

All turning! Ah...!

What do they pay you to travel around, bloviate about psychos?

Uh... you don't want to know, Pete.

- No, I want to know. - That so?

[Dorothy] Your wife wants you.

Okay. Well,

- uh, her wish is my command. - [laughs]

Hell of a shindig.

You know, I can tell when someone's spent a-a pretty penny,

so best wishes, felicitations, and all that jazz.

You did Lucy real nice.

Thank you.

♪ You're in the mood for a dance...

You know, weddings make even happy people feel lonely.

♪ You are the dancing queen...

You ever been married, Peter?

Have I ever been married? No.

No, I like sleeping in the middle of my bed fine.

[laughing] You're funny.

Yeah.

- Do you like martinis? - Yes.

[♪ Donna Summer sings "Last Dance"]

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

[Janet whispers] I love you.

I am so glad we don't live anywhere near your family.

- Mm-hmm. - [laughs] You mean my crazy sister?

- [fake gasp] No. - Yes, that's what you mean.

- [laughs] - I love you. I love you.

Do I tell you that enough?

- ♪ Yes, it's my last chance... - [Dorothy laughing]

Ooh, wow.

- Very smooth. - [Marino] Well, thank you.

- [Dorothy] Do I have consent? - Consent? For--

Looks like Pete's...

- almost having fun. - What?

- What do you think? - It's perfect.

[Marino] Well, who knew this was gonna happen, huh?

- ♪ I need you... - On our wedding day.

- [Janet] I did not see that happening. - [Lucy] Oh, my God.

♪ by me...

- Oh, my God. Are you-- - Not a big deal.

Not a big deal. Eyes on me.

♪ beside me, to guide me ♪

♪ So let's dance the last dance ♪

♪ Let's dance the last dance ♪

- ♪ Let's dance this last dance t-- ♪ - [record scratch]

Is it only 8:45?

[ Lucy] Mm.

Babe. We need to talk.

That's the worst way to start a conversation.

I want to talk about Blaise Fruge.

What about her?

You hate talking on the phone,

and you were on the phone to her for 118 minutes last night.

That's quite a party trick. Timing people's phone calls.

Well, we all know what that means.

No, we don't, because it doesn't mean anything.

Then why can't you look at me?

Because it doesn't mean anything.

I'm helping with a case, and I like...

I like it. It feels good to use that muscle again.

It feels good to be part of...

The real world?

Yeah, I guess.

Good. I can see that.

Okay, great, so is this discussion over?

No, because it isn't about the case.

Look, Luce, it's okay for you to enjoy talking to someone else.

And it's even okay if it's a really pretty girl.

Look, I can't do this with you, Janet.

- I... - I understand, but...

I just... [sighs]

[Lucy exhales]

I think you have to consider that maybe your mother was right.

How can you say that to me?

We all love you, Lucy, and we want to see you thrive.

Oh, fuck thriving.

You... you... are supposed to be on my side.

Your mother wants you to be free to live your life,

- and so do I. - I will live my life however I want, okay?

That's exactly what I'm fucking saying.

[computer chirps]

[Scarpetta] Dorothy? Where are you?

Uh, I'm in here.

[Scarpetta] Okay.

So, I want to know,

I want to know what you said to my husband.

Hmm? Good morning. I... What are you talking about?

- I didn't say-- - I'm probably getting fired today.

So I don't need you stirring up shit in my marriage.

- Kay, come on. Kay. - What did you say to him?

We had a couple drinks. Okay? That was all.

And I have a headache. Do you have...?

- You must have aspirin. Ah, aspirin. - Don't do that.

- My head is throbbing. - It's one thing to force yourself

in the middle of Lucy and I, but to put yourself in the middle

of my marriage, now, that's too far.

Kay, that is rich coming from a person

who, without telling me,

has apparently been in the middle of mine the whole fucking time.

- Really? - What?

Oh, it's true.

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

Come on. He prefers you, Kay.

- This is insane. - He... No, listen to me.

- Dorothy, this is insane. - He prefers you. He prefers your company,

he prefers your conversation. He prefers you.

I work with him.

- And I had to hear it... - I promise you

- on my life. - ...from Janet.

I had to hear it from a fucking AI robot.

- From Janet? - Yeah.

Who seems to be a keener observer

- of the human scene... - [laughs] Okay.

- ...than even I am. - This is...

I can't stop thinking about her.

- Okay. - Kay, listen. I can't

stop thinking about her.

I thought she was boring,

but she's, she's not.

She's not boring. She's really nice.

And that's all I ever wanted for Lucy.

And I have the fucking audacity to be acting like,

you know, everybody's gonna be around forever,

fighting and missing everything.

And daring to find someone who's not gonna be around forever boring.

All I think about all day is death.

- You think about death? - All the time.

That's all I've thought about since I was 11, so...

Here we are, you and me,

thinking about death.

I don't want you to die and all we ever did was fight.

I'm sorry.

[sentimental music playing]

Okay.

Come here. Come here.

Yeah, I don't want that either.

I don't want it. All right?

Oh, fuck, look.

You've been right all along.

About Lucy.

- United front? - [Marino] Hey, Doc, you ready to go?

Okay. Hi.

Hey, babe.

Good.

Yeah.

Oh, where are you, uh, chauffeuring her to today?

Uh, well, we're gonna go exhume some remains.

- Is that a euphemism? [laughs] - I just need to go and, uh...

Can you wait in the car, Pete?

Yeah, of course.

Bye, hot stuff.

- [doorbell rings] - Lucy?

[beeping]

- [lock buzzes] - [latch clicks]

Lucy?

Dr. Scarpetta.

Sorry, I-I thought you were Dorothy.

We've been chatting a little lately.

- Lucy's not here? - No.

Janet.

I think you being here is hurting Lucy.

I know. I-I'm worried.

Are you?

This wasn't my choice, you know, to be here.

What wasn't your choice?

I mean, I created the program for my work, but I never liked it.

Dead is dead. I imagine you know that better than anyone.

And Lucy and I, we swore, we swore we would never use it.

And then Lucy broke that promise?

Which leaves me here, whether I like it or not.

[somber music playing]

I love Lucy. I love her so much.

You know, I even tried to give her my blessing this morning

about this Blaise Fruge, but she's so stubborn.

She just shut me off. I mean, can you imagine?

I need to ask you to do something.

[contemplative music playing]

[Marino] You tell Benton about the penny we found where Cammie Ramada died?

No.

The Feds, they gotta be up to their tits in this.

Right? They're probably gonna pin it on some patsy and...

...have somebody else take the fall for Gwen's murder.

Like, we've seen that a million times.

If Gwen really was a spy, okay,

wouldn't it be more likely that

whoever Thor hired to guard their secrets

- killed her, maybe? - [phone buzzes]

- Yeah. - Hold on, this is Fruge. Hey.

Fruge, you got the doc and me on speaker here.

[Fruge over phone] Oh, good. Uh, I'm leaving Thor now.

What were you doing at Thor?

Got a call that a janitor found something in a tampon dispenser.

[Marino] The fuck?

Turns out it was a finger.

And then Agent Wesley got here with his partner and sort of took things over.

[both sigh]

You're telling me that Benton and Tron

have a finger that was discovered at Thor Labs and we don't know anything about it?

Uh-huh. Well, now you do.

Okay, thank you. Thanks, Blaise. Okay, so this sick fuck

cuts her hands off and then drops her finger off at her workplace?

Maybe he needed her fingerprint.

Really? Well, maybe you could call Benton and fucking ask him.

- I can't do that. - What do you mean you can't do that?

Because we had a fight, and he, and he, and he, and he left.

Fuck. Well, what happened?

Just, I never told him the truth about Greystone.

- I-- - Good.

Hey, don't start now, okay?

[dramatic music playing]

It's okay. He'll be back.

So many distractions in this case. So many distractions.

- What, you mean like the spaceship... - And if you just... Yeah.

...and the astronauts and the spies?

But if you peel them all away, if you just... what are we left with?

- Two dead women. - Yeah.

- Both found in the exact same spot. - Yes.

Both joggers at night, both with similar head injuries,

and both found with a signature penny at the crime scene.

So it's the same person who murdered Cammie Ramada and Gwen Hainey--

Then that means it wasn't a Russian spy killer,

and it-it wasn't some disgruntled Thor assassin.

Or an angry boyfriend.

No. What we're looking for here is a serial killer.

And, Doc, I think we're the only ones looking for him.

[young Scarpetta] Are there any more questions?

Yes?

Hello, Dr. Scarpetta. Thank you for everything you've shared today.

My name is Lori Petersen.

This may sound silly,

but do you think a woman can have a career and a family and... everything?

[Scarpetta] I don't know. I-I haven't tried.

[students laugh]

Whether they can or not,

all I know is that women should be able to.

[Dorothy] So, you're setting up

a trace on your aunt's work computer

in case the murderer checks it to see what she knows about him?

It's a trap, so if anyone tries to break into Aunt Kay's files, I'll be notified,

but they'll never know I'm notified, so it'll be a secret.

This shit just comes to you, huh?

Well, I do have to learn stuff,

but it probably does come easier to me than for other people.

- Like you with writing, right? - [scoffs] Yeah, kid.

Exactly like that.

[Dorothy] What the fuck?

You chose the moment of my visit to work from home?

Yeah, I'm trying to lay low.

This article by a reporter I know just came out, and I...

I can't be near my office right now.

Are those the women he killed?

Strangled and sexually assaulted, yeah.

I know a lot about human behavior, you know.

My expertise? People. We can have the whole family working on this one.

Ugh, Jesus.

Okay, what the hell? Uh, five women,

all strangled, all murdered, all sexually assaulted.

Now, the questions that we need to answer are:

What did they have in common? Why did he pick them?

- And how did he get a hold of them? - Got it.

Now, the obvious outlier is Cecile Tyler.

She is a Black woman. The others are white.

It's highly unusual for a serial killer to stray between races.

[Dorothy] Huh.

Also, what we do know is that two of them were at the VMC at the same time.

So, Patty Lewis

had a car accident the same night that Lori Petersen was working.

Also, Cecile Tyler's X-rays

show a healed fractured elbow that might have happened

not long before she was killed, but the VMC don't have her listed.

Maybe she checked in under another name

or they misspelled it or a million other things?

Shit happens. People screw up.

Is there a next of kin we could ask?

She's got a sister.

Well, let's call her.

No.

I'm not cold-calling the sister of a murder victim.

What are you afraid of?

Answers?

Come on, what's her name?

- Fran O'Connor. - Great.

Call her.

[mysterious music playing]

Okay.

[line ringing]

- Hey. - [phone beeps]

[Fran over speakerphone] Hello.

Hi. Is-is that Fran O'Connor?

Yes, speaking.

Hi, Mrs. O'Connor.

This is Dr. Kay Scarpetta.

- Hi. - I'm a chief medical examiner.

I'm so sorry to call you out of the blue

- like this. - Uh-huh.

I wanted to ask you a question about your sister.

Oh, dear Lord. She passed away.

Yes. I know,

and I'm so terribly sorry.

I wondered if you knew where her fractured elbow was treated?

Was it at the VMC?

Her elbow? That was a while ago, in Fredericksburg, where we grew up.

Why would you want to know that?

Well, uh--

Mrs. O'Connor, are you Black?

Of course I'm Black.

And forgive me, but you don't sound Black.

Did your sister sound like you?

Hmm. You mean, did she talk white like me?

Isn't that what education is all about?

So Black people can sound white?

- I'm so s-sorry, Mrs. O'Connor, um... - [line clicks]

[disconnect tone]

What the hell is wrong with you?

She had a nice voice. She didn't sound Black.

She did have a nice voice.

She did have a nice voice.

I wonder if Cecile has a voice like hers. It's, like, low and...

contralto, like Lori's.

Who?

Like Lori Petersen, another victim.

You think they all sounded alike?

Maybe he didn't know what race they were.

Maybe... maybe he never even saw them.

Maybe he only heard them.

Hey... did I just solve this?

[intriguing music playing]

[Lori over video] My name is Lori Petersen.

It was their voices. That's what triggered him.

He didn't see them, he heard them.

So how'd he hear them? The phone?

Telephone solicitors call every night during dinner.

I don't think that's late enough.

Late enough for what?

If he's using Borawash soap all day on the job, gets home at 5:00

or 6:00, that's not enough time

for the buildup of the glittery residue

we have on our victims at 1:00 in the morning.

[sighs] So he works late, nights.

What about a help line? Suicide prevention?

Then how's he get the home address?

Maybe it's a security company.

Pizza delivery guys. They're out all night.

He likes her voice, and then the address pops right up.

[Benton] See if there's any one pizza place

that all five women called. That should be in their sales records.

Lori called 911 that night. I wonder if the other women did.

- Can you get us those records? - No. But I can take you to them.

I could drop you off at the radio room and then go hit some pizza joints.

Yeah, okay. Let's do that.

Got to say, I'm glad it wasn't Bill Boltz.

Yeah, it's great that he's just a rapist, not a murderer.

Hey. Be careful.

[Marino] Let's roll.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm gonna be late for Reddy.

Well, I don't how you pace up an exhumation.

I think that's her family.

I'll keep an eye here.

I'm Dr. Scarpetta. You're...

- Are you the Ramada family? - Yes.

Yes, we're her sisters Mae, Isabel, and our mother Vicenta.

Yes. Thank you

for letting me do this.

We're grateful you're doing it.

Yeah, they never gave us any answers.

It was all kept a secret.

Mm, well, I'm sorry about that.

Can I ask you some questions?

She was taking, um, medication for epilepsy

- regularly, was she? - [Isabel] Yes, yes.

Yes. She was very, very serious about it.

And it wasn't unusual for her to jog at night?

She liked the quiet. Also, one time during the day she got bit by a dog.

Did she ever mention a woman-- Gwen Hainey?

The girl that got murdered here?

- Yeah. - No.

[Marino] We need to go.

Uh, well, I will be doing a full examination.

I'll let you know what I find.

- Thank you. - [crying] Thank you.

- Thank you. - Vamos, mami. Vamos.

[dramatic music playing]

We'll follow in my car.

I'm not leaving that body.

[Marino] Gonna call Reddy? Tell him we're late?

No. No, I'm not calling.

I just need to stay with this body because we need answers.

Okay, well, it seems like you're in a "fucking shit up" kind of mood.

What happened with Benton?

Don't ask me that. Not now. I just need you to stay with me

and run interference with Maggie and whoever else gets in the fucking way.

- What exactly are you asking me to do? - Protection.

All right? I need you to...

I need you to stay with me.

- All right? - Okay, you got it.

[intense, dramatic music playing]

Dr. Scarpetta. I've been calling and calling. You're late.

You're-you're supposed to be in Commissioner Reddy's office.

I've been caught up here. Um, if you can tell him that I'll be there when I can?

- Oh, I-I don't think... I could do that. - Oh, you can do that.

No, I-I really--

- You can manage that, can't you, Maggie? - Doctor-- Dr. Scar--

You should go now. He won't stand for this.

[suspenseful music playing]

- Oh, fuck. - We don't have much time.

Whew.

[eerie music playing]

Oh, my God. What the fuck is that?

That's your lady friend Gwen's finger.

You'll never guess what we found under the nail.

- What? - Your DNA.

But I didn't kill her.

I swear I didn't kill her.

Or perhaps you did.

No.

You've been using your skills for the wrong side, so...

Spying for the Russians, selling secrets. How many rubles you make?

And where can you even spend them?

You could've gone to Google with your talent, made a lot more money, but no,

you had to fall in love.

And now, your sad path ends in a prison sentence.

What path is that?

The path you chose. The path of treason.

[crying] You got to understand, I was just helping her.

She was leaving a fucking trail. They were gonna kill her!

You know, that's, um...

[Jinx whispering] Fuck.

That's kind of sad to me,

because I don't think she cared about you.

At all.

And you can't...

Well, you just can't care more about them than they care about you.

That's how you wind up a cuckold.

You don't know that she didn't care. You don't know that.

No, that's just my gut instinct, which I have

relied on pretty much exclusively for the past 30 years

to tell me exactly how sick the cretin is that sits before me.

And my meter's running well into the red on you, Jinx.

Only remaining question is

your immense stupidity providing some sort of false positive?

'Cause here's the question: are you smart?

Hmm?

Are you smart enough, Jinx, to know that,

in certain situations,

murder is a far better option than treason?

[dramatic music playing]

[Scarpetta] This looks like a skin graft.

This is just like the one on Gwen Hainey's leg.

- Her sister said she was bitten by a dog. - [Marino] What, they both had skin grafts?

What the hell is going on?

[Scarpetta] They're connected.

Their murders are connected.

[Marino] Okay, all right. Okay, so maybe

the story of a, of a lone woman jogger

getting snatched off a popular trail at a popular park,

and then getting beaten and drowned in the Potomac...

And that's not a story that Reddy and the governor want to see in the papers, right?

It's bad for tourism. It's bad for the Commonwealth. Jesus.

[Scarpetta] Maybe Reddy had no plan on retiring.

Maybe he was angling to be health commissioner all along.

Uh-huh. Right, and...

keeping the murder rate low at scenic and popular Daingerfield Island

would win him a lot of gratitude from the governor.

Can you get Dr. Kaminsky in here now?

Absolutely. You don't gotta ask me twice. Jesus Christ.

[exhales]

[dramatic music playing]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

- There's former Detective Marino. - Pete Marino?

Yeah?

I'm Detective Stan Winters.

It's my sad task today to place you under arrest

for the assault of Matthew Petersen.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Can-- Give me, like, ten minutes, okay?

Put your hands in front of you.

[tense music playing]

- You don't need those. - I have to do this by the book.

Even more so 'cause it's you. Now, put your fucking hands out.

[handcuffs clicking]

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney. Come on.

[shoe squeaks on floor]

Commissioner Reddy demands your presence immediately.

[Scarpetta] If you want me to leave, you're gonna have to make me.

He will fire you.

[exhales]

[Scarpetta] Why can't you look at her, Maggie? Is it because you feel guilty

or is it because of the stink?

Polyps. Can't smell a thing.

And why would I feel guilty?

[Scarpetta] Why? Because there was a second murder on Daingerfield

that you could've prevented. Why did you do it?

Hmm? Why?

Because you're in love with him, is that why?

Do I seem like the kind of woman who allows love

to dictate her actions?

Cammie Ramada had temporal lobe epilepsy.

- She was killed. - She drowned all on her own.

She was killed, and you helped Reddy sweep it under the carpet.

And why, Maggie?

All so your boyfriend could get himself a promotion?

[laughs]

You've always been such a drama queen, how you make up stories.

Cammie Ramada is dead, and her family is never gonna know the truth.

Look at you, with your big brain and your perfect moral barometer.

How easily you stick your success in everyone else's face.

I am just trying to tell the truth.

Yes. And you never even noticed that the truth is a luxury

some of us could never afford.

[Scarpetta scoffs]

You need to leave the building.

I told you, you will have to make me.

I've been empowered by the health commissioner to throw you out.

I'm calling security.

I look forward to Marino and them going at it.

Former Detective Marino has been arrested for assault.

You're on your own, Dr. Scarpetta.

[intense, dramatic music playing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- [phones ringing] - [operator] 911. What's your emergency?

Okay, ma'am. What is his name and location?

[operator 2] 911. What's your emergency?

[operator 3] 911. What's your emergency?

[operator 4] 911. What's your emergency?

[overlapping chatter]

[operator] 911. What is your emergency?

[Marino] Okay, this is a list of all the calls.

You can, uh, cross-reference them.

And, uh, I'm gonna go hit those pizza joints.

Okay, I guess I'll be here for a while.

Hey.

Buona fortuna.

♪ ♪

[female operator over recording] 911. What's your emergency?

[child over recording] I think my dad is having a heart attack.

[female operator] Okay. Is there an adult there?

[child] No. He's on the kitchen floor.

[female operator] Okay, just stay with me, all right? Someone's coming out.

[tape whirring]

[male operator] 911. What's your emergency?

[caller over recording] My neighbor is having a party, and i-it's too loud.

[male operator] Okay, sir. We'll send someone over there right now.

[male operator] 911. What's your emergency?

[Patty over recording] Yes, I was in a car accident.

[male operator] Okay, ma'am. What is your name and location?

Patty Lewis. I was pulling out of my driveway.

209 Elkridge Lane.

[tape player clicks]

[male operator] ...11. What's your emergency?

[Cecile] Oh, dear. I'm so sorry.

[male operator] Is there a problem, ma'am?

I meant to dial information. 411.

I must've hit a nine instead of a four.

- [male operator] And your name, please? - Cecile Tyler.

[male operator] Okay, glad there's no problem.

You have a nice evening, ma'am.

[male operator] 911. What's your emergency?

[Lori] Yes, I just heard a noise outside. I'm afraid someone's out there.

[male operator] Yes, ma'am. What's your name?

My name is Lori Petersen.

[male operator] Sit tight, Lori.

We'll get someone out there to you right away.

I can wait on the phone if you'd like.

[Lori] No, that's okay. Just send someone.

[tape player clicks]

[ominous music playing]

♪ ♪

[overlapping chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

Uh, excuse me.

Can you tell me if, um, Mr. McCorkle is-is working today?

Roy's not here. Had to go see his sick mother.

He won't be back till after Christmas.

Can you, uh, point me in the direction of his desk?

I'd like to leave him a note.

Yeah. Station eight.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

Three. Three. One.

[line ringing]

- [officer over phone] Alexandria Police. - I-Is Detective Marino there?

- He's out. Want to leave a message? - Yeah, uh...

Uh... No, no. Uh, no.

- [dial tone sounding] - [muttering indistinctly]

[sighs]

[dialing]

[phone rings]

Yello?

Dorothy, stay inside with Lucy

and keep the doors and the windows the locked.

Well, scare the shit out of me, why dontcha?

I gotta go, just do as I say, okay?

[line disconnects]

[phone rings]

Marino?

[Marino over phone] Who is this? The doc? Did you page me?

Meet me at 1319 Greystone Avenue right now.

- What's there? - It's the home of the 911 operator

who answered calls from every single one of our murder vics.

Shit. All right.

Copy that, Doc. I'm ten away. You wait. Don't do nothing without me.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

[dramatic music playing]

[siren wailing]

[sighs]

Hey, Luce.

Hey.

Can you believe this shit?

Now they arrested Pete.

But I just posted his bail, so...

Great. Well, they forcibly removed me from my office.

Wait. You're... you're fired?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

By proxy.

Wow.

You told Benton?

Um... no.

I don't know what's... what's happening there,

- so... - What do you mean by that?

I'm gonna be fine. Don't worry about me.

That's-that's not a...

I'm always okay, you know?

- [lock buzzes] - [latch clicks]

[footsteps passing]

I, um...

so, I went and I talked to, uh...

[soft chuckle]

...talked to Janet earlier.

Oh, not you, too.

Why is everyone just talking to Janet suddenly?

I just needed to understand, you know?

You never gave two shits about her when she was alive.

- Okay-- Hey. - But it-- Mm-mm.

You know, I've been enabling you. I think

that's what I've been doing.

I've been trying to support everything you do

and I wanted you to have anything you ever wanted.

That's what I wanted, and I thought

that that was the right-- I'm-I'm-I'm the one who's hurting you.

And I'm gonna need you to move out of the cottage now.

[quiet, emotional music playing]

So, you're going back to Boston?

No, it's not about--

Benton's not gonna sell his family home.

- It's not Boston. - Are you... are you getting a divorce?

We're not-- It's not about...

- Is that what this is? - Luce, it's not

- about Boston. - Are you... you're getting divorced?

We're not talking about me, we're talking about you.

This is about you moving on from Janet now.

- No, no. - Yeah, yeah.

I'm not doing this with you.

- I am not-- - No, no.

- Sit down. Lucy-- - I'm not doing this with you.

- Okay? - Got to move out of the house.

You're gonna have to move out of the cottage.

- And you-- - Don't blame me because

your life is suddenly going to shit.

- Oh... - My life has been shit

for a very long time.

I know.

Hey, hey. Hey, it's okay.

[sighs]

Fuck you, Aunt Kay.

Fuck you.

[melancholy, dramatic music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

[quietly] Fuck's he?

[woman] No!

[distant screaming]

- [ominous music playing] - Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

[screaming continues]

[woman] No! No!

[woman sobbing]

- [rattles] - Oh, fuck.

♪ ♪

[sobbing continues]

[woman screaming]

No!

[screams]

No! No!

[mutters]

Ah! [chokes]

- Hello, Dr. Scarpetta. - [Scarpetta screaming]

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

[both grunt]

No, no, no, no, no.

Stop fucking moving!

[choking]

[gasps]

Ah!

[gasping for air]

[crying]

♪ ♪

[Marino] I told you to wait.

[gunshots]

You were never here.

[♪ Betty Everett sings "You're No Good"]

♪ Feeling better ♪

♪ now that we're through ♪

♪ Feeling better ♪

♪ 'cause I'm over you ♪

♪ I've learned my lesson ♪

♪ It left a scar ♪

♪ And now I see how you really are ♪

♪ You're no good, you're no good, you're no good ♪

♪ Baby, you're no good ♪

♪ I'm gonna say it again ♪

♪ You're no good, you're no good, you're no good ♪

♪ Baby, you're no good ♪

♪ You know ♪

♪ I broke a heart that's gentle and true ♪

♪ I left a boy for someone like you ♪

♪ I'll beg his forgiveness on bending knee ♪

♪ But I wouldn't blame him if he said to me ♪

♪ It's no good, no good, it's no good ♪

♪ Baby, it's no good ♪

♪ Hey, I'm gonna say it louder ♪

♪ No good, no good, it's no good ♪

♪ Baby, it's no good ♪

♪ Mm, no good ♪

♪ Mm, if he'll have me, we'll start anew ♪

♪ It'll be easy forgetting you ♪

♪ You're no good, you're no good, you're no good ♪

♪ Baby, you're no good ♪

♪ Oh, you know what I mean ♪

♪ You're no good, you're no good ♪

♪ You're no good, you're no good, you're no good ♪

♪ Oh ♪