All language subtitles for Body of Proof 2x13 - Sympathy For the Devil_Subtítulos01.ENG

I'm Sheila Temple,

and welcome to the "Temple of Justice."

Hillary Stone was released from prison
today... (Crowd shouting indistinctly)

Get back. Get back.
after she was acquitted by judge Joan Hunt...

Move! Move!
of the brutal and senseless murder

of her own 5-year-old son Simon.

And today, she's a free woman.

Free to kill again.

You guys need to back up off the car!
Stay tuned.

♪

(Thunder rumbles)

(Lightning cracks)

(Rainfall)

(Lightning cracks)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Lightning cracks)

(Crack)

Are you trying to create
a circus atmosphere?

Rain is still in the forecast.

And it will preserve the scene
if the skies open up.

Where's your better half?

Sam's in Harrisburg at a wedding.

It's really too bad.

You know how much she loves the big top.

Rain stopped at 2:00 A.M.

Jogger cutting through the site
found the body at, uh...

7:30.

And how did you know that?

The sun has been up
long enough to cake the dirt,

but the work shift hadn't started yet.

That puts discovery at about
an hour after sunrise.

Got blood on the backhoe.

So the victim probably hit
their head on it

and then fell in the hole
that it dug the day before.

All right. Let's dig him up.

We don't dig, detective.

We excavate.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Oh, God.

That's Hillary Stone.

I don't think anybody's gonna
want to solve this murder.

People saw her on that bridge,

they saw her drop
the sack into the river.

Come on. You know she did it.

All I know is, someone did this.

That's my only concern.

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Camera shutter clicks)

I'm Sheila Temple
from "Temple of Justice."

In a shocking turn, Hillary Stone,

who yesterday was a free woman,

is now a dead woman.

We are here at the construction site

where the body is now being uncovered.

And our chief medical examiner
has just arrived on the scene.

Dr. Murphy, Dr. Murphy,

- care to comment?
- No.

Not even about your choice
of medical examiner?

Dr. Hunt is the best our office has.

Isn't that the same thing

that the mayor said about her mother...

Judge Joan Hunt?

(Indistinct conversations)

This is gonna be gold.
This is gonna be gold.

(Camera shutter clicks)

Oh, and here come the news choppers.

Choppers and an accused murderer
under the big top...

still think this isn't a circus?

I've got lesions
at the frontotemporal region.

So C.O.D. could be subdural hematoma.

There's also patterned bruising
around the neck,

which raises the possibility
of strangulation.

1.5 million.

What?

That's the population of our fair city.

That's how many suspects we've got.

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Sheila) We are now standing
outside the offices

of the Philadelphia Medical Examiner.

And guess who's been tasked
to examine the body.

Why, none other than
Judge Joan Hunt's daughter...

Megan Hunt.

Conspiracy, conflict of interest,

maybe a little bit of both?

Stay tuned.

(Muttering indistinctly)

Ugh! Are you crazy?

You could've broken my nose.

And if I was carrying evidence
or pushing a body,

you coulda just broken a case.

Actually, I just did.

That old woman
that you posted... Doris Roth.

She died from complications of Crohn's.

Great. Let me see it.

Ethan, this ain't my report.

This is the "Temple of Justice" web site.

Well, I like to stay informed.

If following Sheila Temple
means you informed,

I don't want to know nothin'
about nothin'.

You should bone up on this case,

because it's about to become
our nightmare.

(Elevator bell dings) Hmm.

Oh, you see. I got this.

Hey, boys, Dr. Ethan Gross.

- How you doing?
(Curtis) - Hell no.

- Let's go...
- You can back your ass

- right back in that elevator.
- Oh, come on, guys. Just a couple of questions.

- Unh-unh. I got a couple of answers.
- Just a couple of questions.

- I'd love to. I just...
- Say it walking.

- Dr. Ethan Gross.
- Move.

- Fine, fine.
- I'm sorry.

Move. (Sighs)

(Elevator bell dings)

You know, you're a real people person.

It's your gift.

You might want to hold on to this.

This case is gonna suck you in.

Mm-hmm.

Hillary Stone.

Chalk this up to a problem
that solved itself.

What does that sign say?

"This is where I get a lecture"

"from Dr. Megan Hunt."

The... oh, I'm sorry. That's... it's...

"this is where death rejoices
to teach the living."

It is never a place

where the living disparage the dead,

so keep your opinions to yourself

and focus on the facts.

Both translations seem to work.

Don't encourage him.

Now...

Yeah.

- Dr. Gross.
- Mm-hmm.

(Inhales deeply)

Okay.

Light, patterned abrasions
on the right side of her face,

cheek and orbit.

Which means the killer
might have worn gloves

when he hit her.
(Sighs)

A theory supported by

the indistinct
hand impressions on her neck.

Hmm.

Contusions on the posterior lower back,

bilaterally, and...

she has a 6-inch laceration
on her left calf.

Looks like there's trace.

Get a sample and take it to the lab.

And get them to process
a sexual assault kit.

We have a tear.

(Morris) Beaten down and possibly raped.

Somebody really had their way with her.

You don't know the half of it.

(Pops)

She had dirt underneath her eyelids. So?

So that means she was blinking.

Hillary Stone

was buried alive.

(Fabric snaps)

The world's waiting
on your determination.

Oh, great. You know
how much I love publicity.

Want me to take it?

(Chuckles)
Additional findings support the theory

that Hillary was beaten
and then buried alive.

(Ethan) The only thing she doesn't have

are defensive wounds.

It just freaks me out

that this hand ended a 5 year old's life.

Alright, Dr. Gross,
since you are so fascinated

by this case,

I would like you to section
all of the organs

and then write up the autopsy report.

Get to know Hillary better.

- Trust me. I know her.
- No, you do not.

You only know what's been said about her.

This is Hillary.

All right. Can we release cause of death?

My preliminary determination
is asphyxiation

contributed by agonal aspiration
of gastric contents and dirt.

Isn't Bud supposed to be present for this?

Yeah, he's heading downstairs.
Hillary's mother's here.

(People shouting indistinctly)

(Sheila) Ruth Stone has just arrived

to identify the body
of her dead daughter.

(Morris) Philly P.D.

(Shouting continues)

Make a path!

I'm not gonna say it twice!

(Shouting continues)

You all right?

They slashed my tires,
cracked my windshield,

egged my house.

Lord knows what they're gonna do to me.

Well, they'll have to go through me.

- Mrs. Stone.
- Come on.

Mrs. Stone, are you finally
ready to break your silence?

(Shouting continues)

Please don't.

Well, what are you feeling
right now, Mrs. Stone,

grief or relief?

(Shouting continues)

We are so sorry
for your loss, Mrs. Stone.

May I see her?

No. I'm... I'm afraid that's not possible

while the case is ongoing, but soon.

(Morris) Do you have any idea

where your daughter may have gone

after her release yesterday morning?

We were supposed to get together...

(Inhales deeply)

uh, on the weekend.

We hoped that the hubbub
would've died down.

(Sighs)

Hil had a hard life.

She was always a little bit wild

but sweet

and joyous.

Then she... entered high school

and she met Craig.

He got her pregnant

and led her down the wrong path.

I'm sure that you did
the very best you could.

But sometimes, holding them close

creates more of a distance.

I thought when my beautiful
grandson Simon was born,

maybe that would've grounded her.

Now they're both gone.

(Sighs)

What's she doing here?

Uh, that is my mother.

Your mother must be very proud

to have such an accomplished daughter.

Please know that I care
about justice for Hillary

just as much as she did.

If you'll excuse me?

Have you read the paper today?

I've had enough of the media, thank you.

Well, they wrote an op-ed about me,

and it is not flattering.

Mother, everybody knows you
handled that case impeccably.

Well, as usual, you've missed the point.

I came here to forbid you
to talk to the press,

either on your behalf or to defend me.

My election is tomorrow,
and this case is poison.

(Laughs) Oh, my God.
Just write a rebuttal.

Get ahead of it.

That's exactly why I'm here,

because you think that's a good idea.

No talking, no press.

Okay?

Got it.

Always a pleasure, Joan.

(Sheila) Judge Joan's

bungling of the case

left Hillary a free woman.

Well, citizens of Philadelphia,

let's give her
a little brotherly payback.

- Her reelection's up...
- Your mom's taking a bath.

I'm sure her opponent's thrilled.

She doesn't have one.

Huh?

It is a yea or nay vote

whether to reconfirm her
for another ten years.

So she could lose to nobody?

Isn't there something
you should be doing?

Oh, finished sectioning.

Uh, the organs are bagged
and back in the body.

I'm just waiting for the lab to e-mail me

the, uh, sexual assault results.

In the break room?

Welcome to generation "I."

I mean, here I am, out of the office,

still connected.

Why does everybody keep doing that?

(Sheila speaking indistinctly)

Oh, look, you got them five minutes ago.

And they are positive.
What the hell, Ethan?

I'm s... s... I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Okay, well, maybe I'm not.

(Sheila continues speaking indistinctly)

Hillary Stone killed her little boy.

She then put him in a sack
and dumped him in the river.

Now I know I'm not supposed to let

my personal feelings seep in,

but... it took a year

for them to try to get justice for Simon,

and then it didn't happen.

So what's another five minutes?

You may feel that way,

- but get over it.
- Why?

Because we don't pay you
to waste my time.

- So I'll call Bud.
- No, you will not.

I'll do it.

(TV playing indistinctly)

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Sighs)

I got Hillary's tox results.

I dug around into her personal history.

Do you know, when she was 7,

the police found her next to
her mother's unconscious body?

Her father's fists were so swollen,

he couldn't turn the knob
to let the cops in.

Abuse does terrible things to people.

Yeah, and 99% of them channel
their damage in other ways.

But they're still damaged,
Kate, which is probably why

we found booze and Diazepam
in her system.

That explains why she didn't fight back.

This whole case just breaks my heart.

(Woman) Listen, Kojak.

I done it to that wraith.

First of all, my name
is detective Morris.

And second of all, no, you didn't.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I took that bitch down.

I don't know why
you ain't listening to me.

Maybe because most killers
don't voluntarily confess,

you know?

Well, it's my conscience.
It's killing me.

Detective Morris...

Oh, no, no. You got this one.

Every nut job in the city

wants credit for offing Hillary.

Yeah, except for the actual killer.

Yeah.

Sexual assault results came back positive

on Craig Bena.

Ooh, the ex. Uh,
I'll rustle up an address.

Sadly, I saw a minute of
"Temple of Justice" last night.

He's on her show today.

(Voice breaking)
Please, help me find the killer.

They're my family.

And they've been taken away from me.

And the killer is still out there.

What if the same person got both of them?

What if I'm next?

(Woman) - Just wait right there.
(Morris whispers) - Thank you.

Uh...

someone has to do something.

So please...

please...

if you know anything...

Uh, Craig, here you go.

You accused the media

of vilifying you,

yet, here you are on my show,

begging for sympathy
over Hillary's death.

You invited me.

Oh, apples and oranges, Craig.

Who accepted the offer, huh?

Well, let's ask the pros.

Randy, can I have the mic?

Thank you.

Here is a man some of you may remember

as gallantly protecting
Hillary's mother this morning,

one of Philadelphia's finest.

And then we have Dr. Megan Hunt,

daughter of the judge

who helped create this mess
in the first place.

What have you to say for yourself?

You missed a spot.

(Chuckles)

Every bit as charming as her mother.

We'll be right back.

- Ronnie, thank you.
(Man) - And we're clear.

(Woman) All right.

So...

are you here to finally
give me the interview

your mother wouldn't?

(Laughs) Right.

Well, whenever you're ready,
you know where to find me.

Mm. Under a rock.

And until then, I think I'll
just get back to my guest.

Actually, uh, this interview is over.

What? Why?

Because it's our turn
to talk to the killer.

I am impressed.

Take to the airwaves,
profess your innocence,

throw the guilt out there somewhere,

except everybody knows that...

you know that Hillary killed your son.

That is not true.

Hillary's mom certainly thinks so,

says you're the reason
she went down the wrong path.

Yeah, and she always had it out for me,

hated that I actually
made her daughter happy.

Do you think that, uh,

Mrs. Stone knows about yesterday?

Because we certainly know
you had sex with Hillary.

Care to tell us how that...

came to pass, Craig?

The day she got released,

she showed up at my place,

had a few drinks,

and then we made love.

Love?

Well, this...

doesn't look...

like love to me.

Those marks look like
your hands around her neck.

Hil liked it a little rough.

Buried alive kind of rough?

I didn't kill her.

Afterwards, we both fell asleep.

When I woke up, she was gone.

Y... you want me to believe

that she just showed up,

had her way with you,
and then just disappeared?

Yes. That was life with Hil.

I know it sounds crazy.

It does.

(Peter) What little I've gleaned

from your legendary teaching methods,

I know that only oxygen deprivation

can cause darkened cells like that.

Did I teach you that?

Mm.

Hmm.

And, yes, the anoxic brain damage

certainly supports asphyxiation.

But you're looking for
bigger answers, aren't you?

Not the cause of death,
but the cause of life.

Well, everyone says
Hillary was such a monster,

that she did all these horrible things

without any bit of remorse.

Even if that is true,

maybe there's something
identifiable in the brain.

Sometimes crazy is just crazy.

- It's just in the genes.
- I cannot accept that.

I have the result
from the trace on Hillary's leg.

It's a polyepoxide copolymer

with a hint of...

wait for it...

triethylenetetramine.

That's a resin that's used as a sealant

around the windows on boats.

- Did I teach you that, too?
- No, believe it or not, my dad did.

Well, get yourself
to the marina, skipper,

because there's one about
a mile from the crime scene.

(Chuckles) S... skipper.

Go to work.

Yes.

(Sighs)

And why exactly have I met you here?

The cut on Hillary's leg is probably from

her being put through a boat window,

so if we find a broken one, we
could possibly find the killer.

- Okay.
- Are you the cop from TV?

Oh, yes, ladies,
this is him, in the flesh.

I told you it was him.

You totally protected
that old lady in her car,

even though she raised that psycho.

Are you looking for the killer?

Girls, best just let us do our jobs.

- Okay?
- Okay.

(Camera phone shutter clicks)
Tweet you later.

(Giggles)

(Laughs)

Bud Morris, you're a superhero.

Notoriety's a double-edged
sword, my friend.

Take that old lady
who raised her psycho daughter

and grandson

and had both of them taken away.

What's she left with...

slashed tires, egg on her house?

A mother's love turns into
a public's hate.

Hey.

(Clatters)

(People speaking indistinctly)

You think I killed Hillary?

You're a prison guard.

I'd like to give you
the benefit of the doubt,

but from where I sit, it looks
pretty bad, Ms. Raymond.

Look, we bonded during her trial.

That girl... she was innocent.

So I told her,
if she needed a safe haven,

she could find it on my boat.

Well, it worked like gangbusters.

And then what happened?

Two days ago, Hillary shows up.

I'm headed off to work.

She's messed up,

definitely drunk.

- Mm-hmm.
- So I gave her a couple of sedatives.

I locked her in.

(Laughs)

I... I love your concept of safe haven.

It sounds exactly like jail.

It was for her own good.

I didn't want her wandering off,

finding herself in harm's way.

She must have woke up and freaked out.

You drugged her and you locked her in.

What did you think was gonna happen?

Come on.

Me and you, we... we're on the same team.

Can't we just see eye to eye?

Are you kidding?

We're processing your boat as we speak.

I'm still trying to figure out
Hillary's actions

on the day of her release.

(Camera shutter clicks)

She gets out, goes to see
her ex-boyfriend,

has sex with him,

and then comes here.

Why?

Combo lock.

It means that Hillary couldn't get out,

but anyone who had
the number could enter.

Well, I bet somebody did,
otherwise, why would you

kick out a window with your bare feet?

Okay, I've got
what looks like epithelials.

Collect, label, and let's
get out of this dump.

You know what?

My dad would've loved
to own a boat like this.

- Really?
- Yeah.

He really couldn't afford
to have another kid.

(People speaking indistinctly)

I was adopted because
he really wanted a boy.

Some people are meant to be parents.

This case is really bothering you, huh?

The one that bothers me

is the one we didn't get to investigate.

(Kate)
So the info about the boat is out there,

on Twitter, as a matter of fact,

with a hunky picture of Bud attached.

(Chuckles)

And the media is now trying
to align you with your mother,

which is doing this office no favors.

Sheila Temple's right outside,
waiting for us to trip up.

Uh, I may have something.

Uh, the flakes on the pillowcase
contain sebaceous secretions

of malassezia furfur

and tragacanth.

Dandruff.

Something that Hillary did not have.

Maybe Tanya does.

No, she doesn't.

Just came from holding

where I personally checked myself.

We may have her on
unlawfully restraining Hillary,

but we don't have her on flaky scalp.

So who else was on that boat?

I'll be right back.

Bless you, Amanda,

- and thank you for watching.
- Thank you.

All right? And good luck.

Mm-hmm, and thank you for coming by.

We'll be here all day.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Ms. Temple.

Oh, are you finally ready
for your interview?

Uh, no, no, I would just like
a moment in private, please.

Well, whatever you say to me,
you can say to my public.

Are you rolling? (Sighs)

Ladies and gentlemen,

the interview that only I could score.

Dr. Megan Hunt...
a name which may ring a bell...

because she shares it with the woman

who let Hillary go free.

My mother adjudicated
without bias or error.

Oh, come on.

Including suppressing the bag

that was found near
poor little Simon's body,

which had Hillary's D.N.A. on it?

Wait. You mean the bag
that the prosecution

failed to disclose, then lost,
then found again?

Judge Hunt did her job,

just as I am doing mine.

Well, I'm sure that brings us
all a great degree of comfort.

(Crowd laughing)

There has been a major break in the case.

Evidence has been found linking someone

to the disappearance of Hillary Stone

and possibly her murder.

You heard it here first. Who is it?

You.

Cut.

What is this, some kind
of publicity stunt?

Oh, we don't need theatrics, Ms. Temple,

because we actually have
evidence to back up our claims.

Like what?

You have eczema,

which your makeup guy tried to cover,

but, mm, really didn't
do a very good job.

And because of that, you
have to use natural hair spray

like naturecoat,

which contains tragacanth,

flakes of which we found
on Tanya Raymond's boat.

A lot of people use
natural hairspray, Sherlock.

(Chuckles)

I would be very happy

to scrape your scalp to confirm.

You see, Ms. Temple,

we don't take callers
or commercial breaks...

just confessions.

I had seen the shaky
evidence against Hillary.

I knew the case would never make,

but I also knew that Hillary

would never grant me
an interview when she got out.

So you paid her prison guard
to get close to her,

gain her trust.

That's really classy.

I offered incentives in exchange

for drawing Hillary in.

Imagine my delight when Tanya called me

on the very day of Hillary's release.

We showed up at the boat
with the cameras rolling,

burst in.

Al Capone's vault.

I'm gonna need to see
that footage, Ms. Temple.

It is your alibi.

Fine.

Oh, my goodness.

The polls are open.

My condolences to your mother's career.

(Indistinct conversations)

Wow. Big turnout.

I see you didn't take my advice.

You appeared on that show yesterday

and again this morning, stumping for me.

(Sighs) Both times, case related.

That's always your excuse, isn't it?

Well, you just added fuel to the fire.

Mother, you of all people
should understand

that I want justice for Hillary.

Well, welcome to my world, darling.

The court of public opinion
convenes and convicts

before charges are brought.

You gotta be kidding me.

You really working that
"woe is me" angle?

Do I know you?

No, but I know you.

You put killers back on the street.

I got kids. I'd like them
to be able to walk around

without fearing for their lives.

Okay, come on, mom.

No. No, Megan.

No hooligan is gonna scare me off.

You're going down,

just like that bitch you set free.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

(Sheila) Behind this door

lies an unsuspecting Hillary Stone.

Well, Hillary, get ready...

for last call.

It is time to face the...

Oh, for the love of Pete.

She must have gone out the window.

Well, cut, cut, cut.

I am so tired of this sugar!

- You happy?
- No.

I'd like to see everything
you shot, please.

My first amendment rights...

Okay, you say first amendment.
I say obstruction of justice.

The judge will say contempt of court.

How long you gonna spend in jail?

Well, you heard him, Mr. man. Scoot.

Yes, ma'am.

(Footsteps retreating)

I used to watch you, you know,

back when you were a real journalist.

Oh, past tense? Ouch.

What happened?

(Chuckles)

Success.

Bigger cases.

You see it, too, detective.

What we do isn't all that different.

(Laughs)

Mm.

You're really gonna try that line on me?

You hate me, don't you?

(Exhales)

No comment.

Well, off the record...

(Lowered voice) I don't totally love

who I've become either.

Go back to journalism.

We could use you.

What's stopping you?

All cued up to the crime scene,
Ms. Temple.

And here are your glasses.

Thank you, Ronnie.

Uh, actually, it's... it's Dan.

But you're welcome, Ms. Temple.

(People speaking indistinctly)

Darren, what are you doing?

I swear to God, the body's over there.

If you do not get me a shot of that body,

you're gonna be back shooting
bar mitzvahs next week.

(Sheila speaks indistinctly)
Could you stop it right there, please?

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

Well, I'll be damned.

He was there before the story broke.

I told you, I did her.
I want credit for it.

Walk me through what happened.

Uh, it's... it's, like, dusk.

I'm cutting through the site
on my way over to...

it don't matter where.

I see this chick. She's kinda hot.

Looks lost.

Holy crap, it's that baby-killing skank.

So I took her down.

How? You hit her, kick her, what?

Kicked her first.

Where?

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales) The left, on her left side.

And she bounced off that backhoe.

And then?

And then what?

She lay in the hole

and dies like the dog that she was.

That's all I'm saying.

Let's go.

(Sighs)

Gotta say, his story holds up.

(Scoffs) His story is just
what the media's been reporting.

Ah, but that's why
I asked about the kick.

Your preliminary autopsy report
said that there was

a kidney puncture
and bruising on the left.

The media doesn't have that detail.

Since when do you read the prelims?

It may surprise you to know, but always.

Are you sure it was the left side?

I know your reports better than you do?

I didn't write it.

That doesn't sound like you.

You're right. It doesn't.

Contusions and lacerations
on the left kidney,

just like Victor said.

Something's not right.

(Chuckles) What, like you
being wrong for once?

I am never wrong.

The body is always right.

And I just don't know Hillary
as well as I should.

Left kidney,

right kidney.

Left's got the puncture.

Yes, but the rib
is fractured on the right.

(Sighs)

Call Ethan.

Why?

Because I'm gonna kill him.

What's up, guys?

I'm missing the last frame
of league night.

(Scoffs)

Tell me, Dr. Gross...

Is it possible for a rib

to jump across the body

and lacerate the opposite kidney?

(Chuckles) What? No.

Then please explain

your findings in the autopsy report...

mislabeled organs,
misattributed injuries,

and possibly,
the entire case compromised.

Uh...

(Pants)

Uh-oh.

Left side triangles,

right side squares...

you cut them into different shapes

so you do not make rookie mistakes,

which you did!

I'm... I'm... I'm really sorry.
I'm gonna fix this...

No, you will not touch a thing!

I am sick of your damn attitude,
your disrespect towards me,

and especially, your disrespect
towards Hillary.

Dr. Gross...

come with me.

(Exhales)

Please find a tech

and pull Hillary's body
out of the drawer.

(Snaps glove)

Thanks. I thought I was
about to end up on a table.

Still with the jokes, really?

You know, Megan had every right
to rip your head off.

What you did is either
sabotage, incompetence,

or at the very least, negligence.

D... it was one mistake.

On a case

where you have made
your opinion abundantly known.

Dr. Murphy, I'm so...

You know what, Ethan?

This is a big city.
We're gonna catch big cases.

If you can't handle this kind of thing,

I can recommend a few fellowship
programs in Allegheny County.

No, no, no. I love it here. It... I...

look, I don't know what it was...

the... the media, the pressure, I just...

I took my eye off the ball.

Lame excuses aren't really helping.

Okay. You're right. I...

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales) I hate this woman.

I hate that we have to put
somebody in jail for this.

So you think, sometimes,
it's okay to kill?

Well, no, but she...

she...

No, I don't.

I don't.

I'm gonna go apologize to Dr. Hunt.

No, Ethan, you're gonna take the night,

clear your head, and we will
see you in the morning.

What about you?

You think Hillary Stone killed her son?

Yeah, I do.

And it doesn't matter.

We'll see you in the morning.

(Clicks)

(Click)

Oh, damn it.

(Joan) So you've heard?

(Sighs)

I am so sorry.

I came to tell you myself,

but I... I guess I'm going to have to learn

that the media beats you every time.

(People speaking indistinctly)

You okay?

How does the Internet say
I'm dealing with it?

Mother, come on.

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

(Huffs)

I never imagined that an entire career

could be... undone

by two days of bad press.

(People continue speaking indistinctly)

Frankly, I'm...

I'm shell-shocked.

Mom...

Uh, Hillary's ready for you.

You said it yourself... I did my job.

Now you go do yours.

(Peter) I'm really sorry about your mom.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

My mother's tough, so I'm tough.

It's all in the genes, remember?

(Chuckles)

(Plastic bag rustles)

Ah, there's one.

Two.

Left kidney,

no presenting damage,

consistent with my original findings.

Right...

lacerated and contused.

So Victor didn't do it.

He was just looking for a little fame.

And you were right, as usual.

No, I wasn't.

There is a perinephric hematoma

around the vasculature
that I missed before.

But a rib can't do that, can it?

No, it can't.

This is usually caused by
a dramatic change in momentum.

Like her fall out the boat window.

No, it would take more force than that.

Probably all of the injuries
on her left side

are from the fall

and on the right...

the broken jaw, the rib,

the lacerated kidney...

that comes from some kind
of rapid deceleration.

Okay, so?

So this is the missing piece
of the puzzle.

Hillary didn't walk
to the construction site.

She caught a ride with her killer.

We finally know the timeline
of Hillary's last day.

After she was released, she went
to see her ex-boyfriend Craig.

(Morris) Who she slept with,

and then for reasons unknown,
left to go to Tanya's,

where she was taken prisoner,
drugged, escaped,

and then someone, possibly a stranger...

Or Craig...

Or Craig drove her
to the construction site,

stopping suddenly enough
to send her into the dash.

Which is most likely
the patterned impression

we found on her jaw.

She was then dragged into a predug hole,

which became her grave.

Then we need to find that driver.

Ethan.

Dr. Gross, back in the house.

Dr. Hunt, I...

(Exhales) I apologize

for my earlier transgressions.

Let's find this tool.

Knowing we're looking for a vehicle,

I focused on the tread marks

from Peter's photos of the crime scene.

Now after, uh, examining
Hillary's momentum injuries,

I discovered that she had been traveling

at about 35 miles per hour.

So you're looking for a short skid.

I found one.

(Clicks keyboard keys)

Two sets of tires, short skid.

Could be the killer's car.

(Kate) They're clean, unbroken.

It means the car didn't have
antilock brakes.

One problem... skid marks
don't give tire tread.

You have a shot just past the marks?

(Clicks keyboard keys)

Right there. That's the car driving away,

and those are the treads.

(Click)

Hey, Ethan. Zoom in.

(Click)
(Ethan) Enhance.

No, something's wrong.

One is very different
from the other three.

Now why would that be?

I might know.

(Sighs)

This model doesn't have antilock brakes.

This tire's different.

After it got slashed,

she probably got
the cheapest replacement.

(Hinge creaks)

Detective Morris, Dr. Hunt?

I... I wasn't expecting you, was I?

I think maybe you were, Mrs. Stone.

You drove Hillary to the construction site.

Your tire treads will place you there.

(Megan) You didn't come by the morgue

to I.D. your daughter, did you?

You came to see her body

after what you'd done.

May I see her now?

No.

I'm sorry. Not under these circumstances.

I'm gonna need to place you
under arrest, Mrs. Stone.

Please let me see her.

If you do, I'll tell you everything.

(Ruth exhales)

The day she was released,
she called me in a panic.

I picked her up at the marina,

and I was driving her home.

She told me about her day.

I couldn't... couldn't understand

why... why she didn't stay with Craig.

Why?

Then she said...

she didn't want to be with Craig.

She just wanted to sleep with him

to have another baby.

That's what you said, isn't it, honey?

That you wanted
to get it right next time?

And at that moment,

I knew...

(Cries)

she'd killed Simon.

I must have...

slammed on the brakes.

Hillary... (Sniffles)
flew into the dashboard,

and...

and I reached out to...

to see if she was okay.

She looked at me.

She jumped out of the car and...

she was running away, and...

I tried to stop her, but...

she tripped and... (Sighs)

she hit her head.

And when I got to her, she was...
(Sniffles)

lying in that hole.

You weren't moving, honey.

(Crying) And so I covered you.

We... (Sniffles)

(Exhales) I wanted peace for you.

(Continues crying)
I'm so sorry, baby girl.

I'm so sorry.

It's over now.

It's over.

(Whispers) Oh, my baby.

(Normal voice) Ohh.

Yet another shocking turn

in the Stone family murders,

as grandmother and mother to the victims

is arrested in connection with the death

of acquitted killer Hillary Stone.

The very woman who sat behind
her every day in court...

- Poor woman.
- now sits behind bars...

We're gonna have to put her
through the system

just like her daughter.

I've been doing this job
for many years, people,

but today is different.

I've had a real wakeup call.

I may have made missteps...

professionally...

and personally.

I think I got through to her at least.

So...

I've taken a moment to reflect.

You may be right.

And I've realized

that I am disgusted

with the likes of Trent Wilcoe,

who set his wife on fire...

(Chokes)

just because she burnt his roast.
(Laughs)

Reality check, people.
(Groans)

I'm not the bad guy. He is.

So join us next week
for the trial of the century.

I fell for it just like everybody else.

Until then, goodnight and be good.

(Liquid boiling)

(Blows air)

I called your office.

They said you were taking a personal day?

I recused myself from the bench

effective immediately.

Nobody wants a lame-duck judge.

Mother, I... I am...

(Sighs) I'm really sorry

if anything I said or... or... or did

caused you to...

No apology necessary.

(Sighs)

I'm making jam.

You are making jam.

Yeah, well, no time like the present.

After all, I need a new career.

(Boiling continues)

Mom...

you remember that accident that we had?

When I was about Lacey's age,

you were driving me to swim practice,

and you skidded on that patch
of wet leaves.

Yeah, I hurt my knee

because I rear-ended that pickup truck.

Yeah, but I was okay

because you did that thing

that you do with your arm...

reach out and protect me.

Do you know you did that yesterday

when you stood up to that idiot?

- I did?
- Yeah.

You mean I still have
some maternal instincts?

(Laughs)

Nothing stronger.

Well, now there... there may be.

(Chuckles)

What, jam?

(Laughing) It's mostly bourbon.

(Laughs)

(Mouth full) Oh, my God.

(Continues laughing)

Whoa.

(Continues laughing)

(Laughing) It's good.

I know. I've had it all day.

(Both laugh)