All language subtitles for A Hailey Dean Mystery Deadly Estate 2017

[♪♪♪]

So is this
an official date?

I sure hope so.

Then you
have to tell me.

That would ruin
the surprise.

One of the reasons
I quit the D.A.'s office

is because I couldn't take

so many constant, unwelcome
surprises anymore.

See, in the Medical
Examiner business,

the occasional
surprise

makes my job
more interesting.

But food and surprise
can be a bad combination.

Just trust me, you're
gonna love this place.

And you know this because
you love this place?

I love their concept.

Oh, their concept.

Is that an entrée
or an appetizer?

[laughing]

I'm just saying,
I hope the food is...

I promise you,
it is.

We can go
somewhere else.

No, it's not
the restaurant.

I just, um...

I lost my appetite.

Are you okay?

Should I
take you home?

So, where did you park
the car, Savannah?

We're almost there.

Give it up.

Let's go, move it!

And the ring.

Now!

Hey, take it easy,
she'll give it to you!

[shot fires]

[screams]

[Jonas]: Hailey?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Hailey...

Jonas, can we do this
another night?

Of course, yeah.

Come on,
I'll take you home.

[♪♪♪]

...So let's work on that,

and I will
see you guys next week.

Bye.

Your timing
couldn't be better.

Well, that's a first.

-Hailes...
-Hey.

Aw, hi.

Hey, it's so good
to see you.

How are you holding up?

I'm doing
a lot better.

Do you wanna
tell her?

I'm selling the house.

But I love your house.

Not mine, my parents'.

It's been two months
since the accident, and...

I'm finally ready...

Thanks to your office-mate.

You were right,
she's an amazing therapist.

You did
all the work.

I just brought
the coffee.

Sounds like
a breakthrough to me.

It will be once I can
sleep through the night.

It's not easy, is it?

If it were,
you wouldn't be human.

I have great movers
when you're ready.

I got it covered.
I'm having an estate sale.

Oh, that's great.

And a huge undertaking.

Which is why I hired
this chichi group

to do it for me.

Okay, well, let me know,
I'm happy to help.

Be with me
when I meet with them?

Of course I will.

Okay.

Oh... I'm gonna be late
for my students.

When are we gonna
grab some dinner?

How about tonight?

Tonight is perfect.

-Okay, call you later.
-Bye.

So anyway,

this guy asks me
to buy him a drink.

Did you ignore him,

or just tell him
to get lost?

Yeah, I tried both,
believe me,

but I couldn't get rid of him,

and then he literally asks me,

what's a nice girl like me
doing in a place like this?

Oh, but that's
when you walk away.

-Exactly.
-Oh, my God.

-It's so bad...
-Where did you get that?

Oh, the locket?

It's gorgeous.

It was my mother's.

My father gave it to her.

It reminds me of them,

so I never take it off.

Oh, hey.

Now, this is a table
that any man in this place

would be happy
to be invited to sit at.

Speaking of bad
pick-up lines--

I don't believe
I've had the pleasure.

See what I mean?

Fincher Garland,
Professor Pam Finan.

Ah, an honor.

Professor of...?

Criminal Law
at Atlanta State Law school.

But just please call me Pam.

All right.

So, are you working,
or are you just trolling?

I came to watch
the ball game at the bar,

and I saw you young
ladies sitting here,

so I came over--

Is that artichoke dip?
I love artichoke dip.

Please, Finch, dig in.

Just one of
his endearing qualities.

Very.

Were you two married

in a previous life?

In a manner
of speaking.

Work spouses.

Fincher was
my investigator

at the D.A.'s office.

I taught her
everything she knows.

Modesty is another one
of his endearing qualities.

I can see that.

Pam?

Uh...

I thought I saw someone.

Excuse me one second.

Can you go
check it out?

I'm on it.

Did you get a look at him?

Yeah,
dark-haired dude,

with a beard.

He was in a real hurry
to get out of here.

I lost him.

Hey. I'm okay.

You're scared.

No, I'm...

I'm not even sure it was him.

Him who?

Uh... a guy that I dated.

It didn't end well.

Didn't end well how?

When I broke up with him,
he started...

Stalking you?

No. No, don't call it that.

Well, if he's following you,
that's what it is.

Have you seen him
anywhere else?

Just on campus.

Please, guys, I don't think
it's anything.

You don't want
to take that chance.

You need to let
the police know.

I will.

I will. Tomorrow.

Let's get you home.

Thanks.

Is she okay?

Define okay.

Her parents died
in a car crash

two months ago,

and now this.

Pam's being stalked?

That's what she told me.

But she didn't say
by whom?

Well, there was a guy.

Fincher went after him
but lost him.

And Pam said..?

She downplayed it.

Like it wasn't exactly her ex,

but just someone
who looked like him.

Well, trauma can make you
see things that aren't there.

Tell me about it.

Something you wanna tell me?

Not really.

But you're going to.

[sighs]

Okay, so, um...

Jonas was taking me
to dinner the other night,

and we were walking
to the restaurant,

and we were about
to turn the corner,

and I just...

I couldn't.

Do you know why?

It was the same alley
Will was murdered in.

Have you been there
since he was murdered?

No, I've tried to avoid it.

It makes sense that it would
trigger a reaction like that.

That's not all it triggered.

The nightmares are back.

About Will?

Like when we were in
our Master's program together?

The same.

And before the other night,

when was the last time
you had one?

Long enough ago
that I can't remember.

But they're just as vivid,

like they never stopped.

But they did stop,

for a significant
period of time.

Did you
tell Jonas?

No.

Do you think
you should?

I don't want him
to worry about me.

Well, maybe you ought
to let yourself

be worried about
for a change, hmm?

I mean, I think
he deserves to know.

[jaunty knock on door]

That's him.

So I finally

get to meet him?

Okay, I have two words
for you, "be-have".

-Hey.
-Hey.

Am I interrupting
something?

No, Sabrina
was just leaving.

This is
the famous Sabrina?

-A pleasure to meet you.
-The pleasure's all mine.

I understand
you've known Hailey

for a while?

I bet you could
tell me some stories.

Oh, I bet you I could.

But she won't.

Not yet, anyway.

Well, I'll let you two
enjoy your workout.

I'll see you tomorrow.

It was nice to meet you.

Same here.

Bye, Sabrina.

-See ya.
-Bye.

Feeling any better today?

Much.

There's something
I want to talk to you about.

About..?

The other night.

Hailey,
I am so sorry.

I never would have
brought you there

had I known.

I know
you wouldn't have,

and the last thing
you need to do is apologize.

Did I even say goodnight
to you that night?

[chuckles] Not only
did you say goodnight,

but you also told me

to wish my parents well
on their trip to China.

Hmm.

You were exhausted,

but at least now
I understand why.

I should've told you
instead of making excuses.

A guy with a weaker ego

might've thought
you were losing interest.

Well, as a mental
health professional,

I am happy to declare

that your ego
is appropriately

and unquestionably intact.

Well, I'd reserve judgment

until after you see me try
what we're about to do.

I will.

[laughs]

[sighing]
Okay...

And keep inhaling
through your nose...

I think I got
the hang of this. Look.

[chuckles]

How am I doing?

[whispering]
You're doing great.

Thank you.

And let's slowly transition
into Warrior 2,

keeping your core engaged...

Oh, yeah.
I got this, I got this.

[whispering] You're facing
the wrong way.

What?

You're facing
the wrong way.

Should I turn around?

It's okay,

you're facing me,
that's really sweet.

I like facing you.

I find that there are
two kinds of people

in these situations.

Those who don't care
and those who do,

and I can already tell

that you are
one of the latter.

I might care
a little too much.

You left out those
who feel overwhelmed.

[laughs] Well, that
pretty much encompasses

everybody in both
categories.

I need the breakfront
with the crystal inside.

Anyway,
I can assure you,

there isn't a client
that hires me

that isn't overwhelmed--

Oh!

Present company included.

I don't even know
where to start.

Oh...

I know how difficult this is.

There is a treasure trove
of memories here.

If it helps any,

your parents left you
with an exquisite collection,

and my job is
to help you through it,

not to rush you.

So decide
what you want to keep,

and I will take care
of the rest.

Oh, I need
the French Provincial sofa

when you're done there.

I'm sorry.

No, don't apologize.

And don't suppress it, just...

let it out.

Thanks for being here.

Don't thank me,

thank Doris.

She's the real deal.

So, how are we doing?

Everything okay?

We will be.

Um, so,
how does this work,

after she decides
what she wants?

Well, I will put together
a preview book,

which we send
to a select group of bidders.

Bidders?

It's like
a silent charity auction.

There are a number of ways
that we could handle this,

but what I would suggest
in your case

is a one-day liquidation event,

invitation only,

RSVP required.

You can sell
all of this in one day?

Oh, the bidders on my list
are like vultures.

There's not a thing here
they wouldn't want.

[doorbell rings]

I can get that.

Oh, no, you and Doris
have a lot to talk about.

-I'll get it.
-Okay.

I'm so sorry, honey...

Can I help you?

Is Pam here?

-Yes, and you are..?
-Ryan.

I'm Pam's realtor
and friend.

Nice to meet you, Ryan.
I'm Pam's friend Hailey.

No doubt the Hailey
I keep hearing about.

She told me
all about you.

Has she?

I haven't told her everything.

Hey.

Clearly, Pam's been
holding out on me.

[Doris calls]: Is that
your realtor in there?

I need
to talk to him.

Of course she does.

She's harmless.

Mr. King,

I have totally blanked

on when you're holding
your open house.

Tuesday and Friday
for the brokers,

and Sunday for buyers.

Then I will hold
my event on Monday,

and move whatever
Pam wants to sell

out of here on Tuesday.

Only if there's offers, please.

I don't want to show the house
when it's empty.

Well, of course,

but it's such
a beautiful property

in pristine condition.

I'm sure you'll have
multiple offers

at the open house,

assuming
you price it right.

I'm sorry for being
so thin-skinned.

Doris can be
a little...

Uh...

Challenging?

Y-yeah.

Yeah, she does have
that reputation,

but I'm told
she's the best.

I'm sorry, I have
a closing at 2:00.

Will I see you tonight?

Absolutely.

It was very nice
to meet you.

I'm sure we'll see
each other again.

You too.

Hey, what about
Friday night?

I mean, we're going
to dinner already.

Maybe Hailey and Jonas
could join us.

We don't want
to interrupt.

No, you're not
interrupting anything, really.

Right?

Of course not.
It'd be a blast.

I'll make
a reservation.

And you better bring
your "A" game

because she'll grill you
like a well-done Porterhouse.

[chuckles]
Just like I like it.

I'll call you later.

-Bye.
-Bye.

See? He's great, right?

A well-done Porterhouse?

[laughing]

Yeah, exactly!

Exactly.

So I tell the waiter
I want chocolate ice cream

with pineapple.

And he says, "Nyet.

Don't have."

That's ridiculous.

So I point to the menu,
and I say,

"You have chocolate
ice cream, right?"

[imitating Russian waiter]
"Yes."

And I point
to the pineapple,

"You have pineapple?"

[all imitating Russian waiter]
"Yes."

I say, "Great, I will
have the pineapple

and the chocolate ice cream."

He says, "Nyet.
Don't have."

[laughing]

So now I'm just like,

"Fine! Just give me
an order of pineapple

and give me an order
of chocolate ice cream."

He nods,

and he shuffles away.

And shuffled back
with the goods?

Yup.

And as soon as he left,

I dumped the pineapple
onto the chocolate ice cream--

[laughter]

I have not seen you
laugh like this in so long.

Whoa, whoa,

eat that in your condition,

and we're gonna be
Heimlich-ing you.

Okay.

Can I interest anyone
in dessert?

Do you have chocolate
ice cream and pineapple--

[laughing]

Give us
a moment, please.

So, Pam never told me
how you two know each other.

Well...

Hailey is the best
guest lecturer

I ever brought
into my criminal law class.

What kind of law
do you practice?

I'm a recovering lawyer.

You're not from
around here, are you?

No, I landed four years ago
from Durham.

Uh... what did I miss?

Hailey was Special Prosecutor

for the District
Attorney's office.

Ah...

a local celebrity.

Hardly.

I think I'm gonna need
a vacation after this.

You needed one before.

Thank you,
that reminds me.

Uh... I brought you
something.

Oh.

Aruba?

Next Monday?

After the open house.

If you're up for it.

[gasping] Wow.

I'm going to get this.

I'll go with you.

So...

What do you think?

Can you take off
that much time

in the middle
of the semester?

Well, I'm only
teaching two classes,

and half the department
owes me a favor.

Oh, no, you don't like him.

How can you
not like him?

No, I like him.

I just, I don't know

if you want me to talk you
into it or out of it.

You barely know him.

I know, but he's nice.

And being with him
is helping ease the pain.

Maybe a little fun
is what I need.

She's been through so much.

She really needs a break.

Oh, I know, and I think
it's a great gesture,

but what about selling
her parents' place

and all that?

I'm not worried about it.

I'm worried about her.

She needs this.

He's a nice guy, right?

Seemed like it.

And he sounded sincere.

So you think
she should go with him?

[sighs]

I think
life can be short,

and we all deserve
to be happy.

It's hard to argue
with that.

Thanks again for
opening up to me about Will.

I know it must have been
difficult for you.

I just don't want you
to have to live in my past.

You shouldn't be with anyone who
won't accept your baggage.

And we wouldn't be human
if we didn't have any.

Good night.

Okay.

Please, if you hear from her,
call me right away.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

Have you spoken
to Pam Finan?

I left a voicemail
for her last night,

I haven't heard back. Why?

She missed an appointment
with me this morning

but never called.

Oh, don't panic, Sabrina,
she's--

A Swiss watch.

She's never even
canceled an appointment.

And in four hours,
her plane takes off for Aruba.

If it were me,
I would be obsessing

over which bathing suits
actually fit.

[chuckles]

Yeah, I'm sure you're right.

It's just not like her,

and after she told you

about being followed--

Okay, I don't have any patients
scheduled this morning,

so I will run by her house
and make sure she's safe.

That is, if I can get there

before they leave
for the airport.

Thanks.

Worrywart.

[chuckles]

She's almost never late,
but she's worth waiting for.

Ryan, what happened?

Uh...

She's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

As in, took off.

Gone.

"Dear Ryan,

"Hailey was right,
it's too soon.

"I'm sorry.

"Please don't be mad.

"This isn't
because of anything you did,

"it's because of me.

"I just need to get away

"and grieve
for my parents alone.

Pam"

Even if she came back
right now,

we still wouldn't
make the plane.

And not a phone call?

I tried her cell, like,
a dozen times,

it went right to voicemail.

Has she ever done
anything like this before?

Not that I know of,
never to me.

Did you
check the house?

Inside and out.

Inside?

She keeps an emergency
key outside,

just in case.

It's immaculate.

That's a surprise?

Well, she's not very neat.

Don't get me wrong,
she's not a slob,

but she kind of likes
that lived-in look.

I'm familiar
with that one.

When I pack for a trip,

my place looks like
a hurricane when I leave.

I spoke to her yesterday,

and she said she was all packed.

Maybe she...
got a cleaning person?

Yeah, I know she was
looking for one.

I guess she could have
picked up before she left.

Well, is that something
she wouldn't do?

You know, she's been
through a rough patch.

Maybe she wanted to come home
to some order.

If she didn't wanna go, why
couldn't she have just told me?

I'm sorry for venting.

No apology necessary.

In fact, I feel like
I owe you one.

You mean for advising her

maybe she and I
were moving too fast?

Yeah, she told me.

It's nothing personal.

No, you're a good friend.

She knew you'd understand
if she went away with me.

It's not your fault.

Or yours.

She's an adult.

What she did is far from okay.

[sighs]

I don't know
what I'm going to do.

Isn't Doris
moving the furniture

out of Pam's
parents' house today?

Yes.

Gentle, gentle,

that is very expensive pottery
in that crate.

Oh, Hailey.

-Bryan...
-Ryan.

It's... it's Ryan.

Ah-ah-ah!

That is a $25,000
piece of furniture.

Treat it like you are
carrying your mother.

I am so sorry.

Ryan.

Now, aren't you and Pam

supposed to be on a plane
to Mexico?

To Aruba.

She didn't show.

[gasps]

Oh, you poor guy.

Oh, you must be
devastated--

Have you seen
or heard from her?

Not since she gave me the keys
to the house last night.

What happened?

Did you two have
some kind of argument?

No, we didn't have
an argument.

We'll get
out of your way,

but if you do
hear from her,

please just
give us a call.

Oh, you bet I will.

And young man,

you want some advice?

Man up and move on.

[chuckles mirthlessly]

No!

No, no, no, no--

She should keep
her advice to herself.

Don't let her
get to you.

She can't help it.

Maybe she's right.

I should just
man up and move on.

Don't throw in
the towel yet.

You know,

even though what she did
was totally unacceptable,

I hope she's okay.

I know.

Whoever hears from her first
calls the other one.

Deal?

If we hear from her.

We will.

Count on it.

Deal.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

You've got that
trouble feeling.

What?

Mm-mm, don't
"what?" me,

it's written
all over your face.

I'm okay, really.

[chuckles]

Forgive me when I say,
with love,

I don't believe you.

[scoffs]

Yeah. That's the problem.

You know me too well.

You know, you work
together with someone

for over a decade,

and that'll happen
to almost anybody.

Sabrina's right.

Pam taking off like this,
it just doesn't track.

She just lost
her parents in a wreck

two months ago,

That's enough to throw
anybody off track.

Even so, I've known Pam
long enough to know

that she would not do
something like this.

Maybe you should consider
this whole situation

is exactly what Pam said it was
in the note she left.

Maybe.

And how about
the boyfriend?

He seems okay.

That's not exactly
a ringing endorsement.

[cell phone vibrates]

Something I said?

808?

Hawaii?

Hello?

Hailey?

Pam! Hold on...

Pam, I'm here
with Fincher.

Hi, Fincher.
Where are you guys?

We're down by the river.
Are you in Hawaii?

Yeah, my parents' condo
in Honolulu.

[whoosh of jet engines]

Is it at the end of a runway?

Sorry, the planes--
they fly right by here.

It's in Waikiki.

Well, wherever you are,

I'm just glad to hear
your voice.

Ryan's really upset.

I can't believe he called you.

He didn't.
I went by your house,

and he was waiting
there for you.

He showed me your note.

I can't explain it,

I think I had something
like a panic attack,

and I knew I couldn't
go away with Ryan,

but I had to get away.

Can you please just
tell him that I'm sorry?

I'm not going
to tell him anything,

You need
to call him yourself.

I'm not cleaning up your mess.

I understand, and I will
when I... when I'm ready, okay?

I'm okay. Really.

Look, I've gotta go.

Wait, Pam,
where's your cell phone?

Hailey, I'm okay.

Love you.

[call disconnects]

Don't you think you were
a little tough on her?

I wanted to see
how she'd react.

Well, you know what,
you're right.

She didn't sound like

the woman I met
at Chesley's the other night.

She kept insisting
that she was okay.

Yeah, that's the problem.

I never asked her
if she was okay.

And that makes you think
she's in trouble?

It wasn't what she said,
but the way she said it.

Like a robot.

I can think of any number
of alternative explanations.

Like?

Oh, I don't know,
she's, um...

she's on the beach,

waves crashing
on the shoreline,

soaking in the sun--

I didn't hear waves

crashing
on the shoreline.

I heard engines.

Are you going to take
this seriously, Danny?

Yeah, sorry.

Did you check
the cell phone

your friend
called you from?

It's registered
to her father,

at the condo
they have in Honolulu.

You know I love
you like a sister,

but if I came to you
with that story,

said I wanted to report
a missing person?

[sighs]
I would tell you

that ditching
her boyfriend

and running away

isn't evidence
she's gone missing.

Get me something
I can work with.

I understand that they
have a pre-approval letter,

but I have an all-cash deal

on the table--

I've gotta call you back,
someone just came in.

Thanks.

Sorry.

Oh, no worries.

Have you talked to Pam?

I did, an hour ago.

I would've called you,

but I'm trying
to rescue a deal

that's on life support.

That's okay.
What did she say?

She totally apologized,

and she said you hit her
with some tough love.

She needed an earful.

Did she say anything else?

Just that
she'd explain everything

when she gets back.

You came all the way
across town for this?

No.

Uh... I was wondering

if you still had the key
to Pam's house?

I put it back
where she hides it.

Please don't take this personal,

and it's not that I don't
trust you, but--

No, it's okay,

you're just being protective.

I loaned her a necklace
a couple of weeks ago,

and I just need it
for an event tomorrow night.

I think she'd be okay
if I told you where the key is.

[♪♪♪]

When you
asked me out tonight,

I was 99% sure

that breaking and entering
wasn't part of the plan.

It's not
breaking and entering

if you have a key,

and you're
a close friend,

and you're not gonna
steal anything.

Yeah, I'm sure
that's written

into the Georgia Penal Code.

Jonas.

What, this is your idea
of a stealth operation?

You know, turning
the lights on and all

seems counter-intuitive.

Think of it as
hiding in plain sight.

Oh, I'm sorry,

it's just that I'm new
to this whole felon thing.

Felons don't
light up the houses

they're burglarizing.

Oh, and since
we're not burglars,

according to your
interpretation of the law,

we're good either way?

Exactly.
We'll be fine.

Trust me.

I was afraid
you'd say that.

Just stick
to what we planned.

You mean
to what you planned?

That's exactly
what I mean.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

You know this isn't
what I do for a living, right?

But you did
take a course.

I also went
to med school,

but I wouldn't do
a heart transplant.

What?

Am I crazy,

or does that
look like blood?

Well, you are
kind of crazy,

but I can barely
see that.

No, it's got, like,
a tail going off of it?

Hmm, maybe.

But let's bag it,

and we'll take it
to the lab

just to be sure.

I knew I brought you
for a reason.

Did you get the bedroom?

I thought you were
getting the bedroom.

[♪♪♪]

Jonas...

Are you sure?

She had it on

the night the four of us
went to dinner.

I don't remember
seeing it.

Maybe she left it here

because she was afraid
she'd lose it.

No, she told me
point-blank

that she's never
taken it off.

She dn't leave
the house without it.

Something's
happened to her.

Let's just
get out of here.

Atlanta Police!
Show us your hands!

Hands! Now!

Don't shoot!
We are not armed!

We're not burglars.

Oh--

[wincing]

Thanks.

[door slams]

I never meant
for this to happen.

Well, some things
are meant to happen.

They never put
two prisoners

in the back of one car.

You think we're getting
special treatment,

because of
who you are and all.

Are you always funny
in situations like this?

I've never been
in a situation like this.

I could lose my job,

my medical license.

I promise you,

you're not gonna
lose anything.

[footsteps approach]

Let's go.

Oh, great.

Really?

You expect the law to treat you
differently than anyone else?

Well, first you have
to break the law,

which we didn't.

We have evidence
in our office that you did.

[camera shutter clicking]

And you...

The D.A. himself asked me
to come down here personally,

because he never thought
he'd live to see the day.

Me neither.

[laughing]

You guys...

[laughing]

Okay, so this is a joke.
That is not funny!

Yes, it is.
[shutter clicking]

It's not funny--
Stop with the pictures!

[laughing] Smile!

Danny... cut 'em loose.

[Fincher]: This is
my Christmas card, right here.

Don't take your time.

-Get these cuffs off of me.
-Leave 'em on, leave 'em on...

Scout's honor,
I had nothing to do with it.

But you wish you did.

Guilty.

Chain of custody?

Intact.

Got it directly
from the cops

who brought you in.

Any idea
who called 911 on them?

A neighbor saw
two suspicious people

entering the house.

Yeah, 'cause every burglar
turns on the lights

after they break in--

Hailey, do you want
to show him the speck?

-Speck of what?
-Blood, possibly.

So, my friend, Pam,

is very put together,

but her house
is usually a hot mess.

We get there,
and it's immaculate.

Except for this.

Tail...

Looks like
low-velocity cast-off.

And no other
blood visible?

Our methods were
somewhat rudimentary.

We've made cases based
on less evidence than this.

We don't know
what this is yet.

Danny, I really think
Pam's been kidnapped.

She didn't sound
like herself on the phone,

and she would not
leave the house,

or skip town
without this locket.

And if that's blood,

her blood?

That seals it.

I'm gonna get this stuff
booked into evidence

and down to the lab.

Okay, we're gonna
check this out,

and we'll let you know
what we find.

-Goodnight.
-All right.

Thanks for having
my back tonight.

Sometimes, the wrong method
results in the right solution.

I don't think
it was the wrong--

I've never had a gun
pointed at me until tonight.

It's not something
I want to experience again.

I'm... really sorry, Jonas.

It's not your fault.

It's mine.

I should have said no.

I'll give you a call

after we get the DNA back
on that speck,

if it's blood.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

You know, Jonas isn't wrong.

This whole thing
could have gone sideways.

I might actually be
able to understand you

if you weren't eating,
walking, and talking

at the same time.

[chuckles]

Which one of the above
do you want me to stop?

Never mind.

Am I losing
my mind on this?

Let's just say
I'm not sure

that there's a method
to your temporary madness.

Well, then help me out.

Can you get me Pam's
cell phone records?

[chuckles] Can you
get me a warrant?

Fincher...

Hey, friends
don't let friends

violate other friends'
privacy unnecessarily.

I don't need to know
who she's called,

just where
the cell phone's been

for the last few days.

Come on, Fincher,

you know that my feelings

have served us both
pretty well

back in the D.A.'s office.

You know, when they were
always spot on,

by your own admission.

You are gonna
throw that in my face

till the day I retire,
aren't you?

Maybe even after you retire.

I can do this if--
and only if-- you can tell me

where that cell phone
was supposed to be,

and I can verify
whether it was there or not.

Deal?

Deal.
[cell phone ringing]

It's Danny.

Hey, what's up?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Fincher needs to finish
his sandwich.

[mumbling]
Nothing wrong with that.

[police dispatch radio squawks]

Ryan was crossing the street

when a white pick-up
took him out.

How bad?

He's conscious,

and he was lucid enough

to tell the first cops
on the scene what happened.

Who then called Danny,

because it might not have
been an accident.

There's no "might"
about it.

Ryan tried
to get out of the way,

but the pick-up
went right for him.

I was just going
to grab a sandwich,

and I hear the guy's
engine rev,

and I tried to run,

but he turned

and he just clipped me anyway.

You said "he."

The driver's a guy?

I'm pretty sure.

I think I saw his face.

He had dark hair.

Some sort of baseball cap.

And a beard?

That sounds like the guy
Pam saw at Chesley's.

And the truck?

White.

Hailey?

Amanda...

Hey...

Hey...

I thought
that was you.

Are you down here
delivering a baby?

I am now working
in the E.R. and ICU.

Wow, that's a change.

I needed it,

after everything
that happened.

He a friend?

My friend's boyfriend.

I know you can't
tell me anything.

Hmm, I can
if a crime is involved,

and you're working with
Detective Morgan.

Well, he was hit by a truck, and
we think it's on purpose.

Well, he's lucky.

The head CT scan
came back negative,

no broken bones
or internal injuries.

Just lacerations
and abrasions.

He'll be sore for a week,
but, uh, he'll be okay.

I mean, I don't know why
someone would wanna hurt me.

You sure nobody
has it in for you?

Real estate deal
gone bad or something?

There's always
one or two of those,

nothing to kill me over.

-Detective Morgan.
-Nurse Stone.

When am I
getting out of here?

Just a few more hours.

The docs wanna keep
an eye on you just in case.

Did Pam ever mention

any of her past
boyfriends to you?

I made the mistake
of asking her once.

She didn't wanna
talk about them,

and the way she didn't
wanna talk about them,

I knew never
to bring that up again.

thing
you wanna tell me?

What was all that
about Pam's love life?

She told me and Fincher

that one of her ex-boyfriends
might have been following her.

She give you a name?

If I had one,
I would tell you.

Well, is there
someone you can ask?

You know I can't
tell you anything.

Sabrina, you were convinced
Pam was in trouble

before I was.

I know, but I still can't breach
confidentiality

without reasonable certainty.

Pam is missing,

someone tried to kill
her boyfriend

of three weeks,

and you know someone's
been following her.

Are the police
investigating?

It was a hit-and-run,
of course they're investigating.

I mean,
is Pam a missing person?

Yes and no.

Hailey!

Not officially, no.

Believe me,
I want to help.

Well, then help.
Don't make me work so hard.

Don't put me in this position.

I'm her therapist.

Have you ever considered that
maybe she tells me things

that she would be
uncomfortable sharing with you?

Then tell me
without telling me.

[sighs]

Let me put it this way.

Sometimes, things are
just as they seem.

Meaning she thinks
Pam just freaked out,

took off on Ryan,

and is exactly
where she says she is.

She's not where
she says she is.

Yeah.

Three? That's it?

Those are the only boyfriends
of Pam's that I met.

Any of them white guys
with a white pick-up truck,

dark hair, beard,
and a baseball cap?

Because that's half
the state of Georgia.

Two of our three
witnesses say

it was an Atlanta State
baseball cap.

Well, the guy Pam saw
at Chesley's

was a white guy
with a beard and dark hair.

Great, that...
that narrows it down.

It may.

She teaches criminal procedure
at Atlanta State law school.

She ever have any trouble
with anyone there?

Not that she ever
told me.

M.E.'s lab's confirmed

the speck on that vase
you brought in.

It's human blood.

They're expediting the DNA.

[typing]

Hi.

Hi.

The police said you had news,

from our... expedition.

Yes, the lab got
a full DNA profile.

Did they have time
to run the hairbrush?

The DNA's a match
to the blood on the vase.

Oh.

So it has to be Pam's.

That would seem likely,

yes.

Is that all?

No, there's a second
DNA profile from the hairbrush,

and it's male,

so I'll need a swab
from her boyfriend, Ryan,

to confirm
the blood's not his.

I'll let him know.

I have a better idea.

Why don't you give me
his number?

He'll be more comfortable
if I do it myself.

Jonas...

Please, I would never
intentionally put you

in harm's way.

I know it wasn't intentional,
I just...

I don't think you considered
all the possible consequences.

You're right,

and that was a terrible
mistake on my part.

No excuse.

I'll be okay.

Just give me some time?

[Fincher]:
He's a good guy, Jonas.

Now, this is
none of my business.

That never
stopped you before.

You neither.

Touché.

Hit me.

Look, whether it's Jonas
or someone else,

Will would want you
to move on and be happy.

You didn't know him.

I didn't have to.

You've spent
more than a decade

avenging his murder.

Wherever he is,
he knows that.

And I'm betting

that he'd say you don't have
to do it anymore.

Hmm?

And that Fincher's
always right.

Fincher's
always right.

That's right.

[police dispatch radio squawks]

Pam's place has given us
nothing so far.

Crime Scene came up empty?

They're luma-lighting
every room,

and lifting whatever
prints they can find.

And the blood
on the vase?

Hailey, Pam could've
cut her finger

and walked
by the vase,

and it would look
like spatter.

Monty just sent me
surveillance video

of Ryan's
hit-and-split.

She said they couldn't get
a clean read on the plates.

-Went down just like Ryan said.
-Hold on.

What?

That truck,
I've seen it before.

Of course you have,

they're a dime a dozen
around here.

No, I've seen
that truck before,

in Pam's driveway,

with those same
truck racks.

Do you know
who it belongs to?

I think so.

Which one?

I said I knew
the block,

not the house.

There's a white pick-up
right there.

Oh, yeah.

[siren whoops]

Stay in the car, Hailey!
Stay in the car!

Hey! Stop running!

Police!

Hey, man!

You're making me run!

Hands behind your back!

Hands behind
your back now!

Behind your back!

You didn't hear us
saying "Police"?

Hailey, stay back.

Lance Hunter?

Hailey Dean?

Yeah, I know this guy.

This is the guy I chased
outta Chesley's four nights ago.

Let's go.

[breathlessly]
How did you catch us?

In heels?

I'm fast.

I'm getting slow
in my old age.

You know this guy,

and you didn't
recognize him

the other night
at Chesley's?

Well, I just saw
the hair and the beard.

If I recognized him,
I would've said something.

And Pam never said
a bad word about him?

No.

But she never told me
why she dumped him.

Maybe because

he was stalking
and harassing her.

What?

She swore out
a protection order

against him
three months ago.

I don't believe it.

Any reason that
she wouldn't have told us this

the other night?

Knowing Pam,

she just didn't want
to get him in trouble.

I think you two
better get in there

and get
Lance Hunter talking.

Actually, I'm thinking

since you and Mr. Hunter
know each other,

you might get
more out of him.

Care to join me?

Don't mind if I do.

He's in trouble now.

Hailey Dean.

I thought you took yourself
away from all this.

People like you
keep pulling me back in.

Well, maybe one of you
can tell me

what I'm even doing here.

You violated
the protection order

Pam Finan
took out on you.

And when exactly was that?

Four nights ago
at Chesley's.

You know,
when Pam saw you,

and then you ran out of there
like your pants were on fire?

You can't think
I would mean her any harm.

I'm sure we wouldn't,

if your truck hadn't
also been involved

in a vehicular assault.

That one happened today.

What are you talking about?

She's talking about

you mowing down
Pam's new boyfriend

in broad daylight
over in Buckhead.

We have it all
on video surveillance.

I wasn't anywhere near
Buckhead today.

I was in Gwinett
on a drywall job.

But you see
how it looks, right?

A officer of the law
saw you at Chesley's,

staring at Pam in violation
of your protection order,

and now her boyfriend
is in the hospital

after he got hit
with your truck.

The same day
Pam went missing. Hmm.

Missing?

And you think that I--

Lance-- Lance, I've been
vouching for you

with these detectives,

but I can't do much
unless you tell me the truth.

You know how many trucks
look like mine?

I didn't even know
Pam had a new boyfriend,

let alone know where he'd be
to run him down.

And yet, when
we came for you

an hour ago,

instead of talking to us,
you took off.

Because I got a warrant
out on me for unpaid tickets.

Lance, honestly,
you are the last guy

I expected us
to have to talk to about this.

Look...

I know I was stupid.

She broke up with me,
didn't tell me why,

and I went a little crazy.

Nothing violent.

Just... said some things
I shouldn't have,

and drove by her house
a few times.

Next thing I know,

I'm being served
with that order.

But on my mother's grave,
I never touched her.

And why should we believe you?

I mean, you were following her.

Okay, yeah,
but I'm telling you,

I didn't take her.

I mean, yeah, I was an idiot,

but I'm not a kidnapper.

On your feet, Lance,

hands behind
your back.

You're arresting me?

For the kidnapping
and assault

of Pamela Finan,

and attempted murder
of Ryan King.

I'll take him.

Please, tell them
I wouldn't harm her.

All right...

We may not need
his confession,

but it would've been nice
to get one.

Yeah, he'll confess,

once he sees these.

Where?

Hidden compartment,

back-seat floor
of Lance's pickup.

And that blood's
going to be Pam's,

which means...

She's not in Hawaii.

When she called me,

it was from the number
at her parents' condo there.

Lance must've used

one of those caller I.D.
spoofing apps.

I guess that's one explanation.

But you're not convinced.

I can see that look
on your face.

No, just...

there was something
about Lance.

It's like he was afraid

we wouldn't believe
if he told the truth

rather than a lie.

I think you need to take
another run at him.

Yeah, we will.

First, we're gonna put
another nail in his coffin.

Do you see anyone
who looks familiar?

Take your time.

Yeah.

Number four.

You're sure?

Yes.

Number four,

please step forward.

[Fincher]: Where do you
recognize him from?

He's the guy
who was driving the truck.

He was driving the truck
that hit me.

[Fincher]: You're absolutely
sure it was number four?

Yes, I'm sure.

Can I go now?

Yeah, we'll
get somebody

to drive you home.

Thank you.

Thanks
for your time.

Ryan.

Hey...

I didn't know you were here.

Did Jonas call you
about getting your DNA?

Yes.

He's my next stop.

Then I'm going home to pass out.

My ride.

We'll call you
if we hear anything.

Okay.

Oh...

you look like
you've been through it.

Monty and I went at Hunter
four hours.

He's a tough nut,
he wouldn't crack.

Even after you hit him
with the bloody towels?

Says he has no idea
where they came from.

That's when he finally
lawyered up.

You need to sleep.

There's no time,
we're all on standby.

Tech unit's checking

where Lance Hunter's
cell phone's been,

and every cop in the metro area
is looking for Pam.

And Fincher?

Something he said
he had to do.

When was the last time
you ate?

Breakfast of champions.

Probably my body
telling me

I need guacamole.

Avocado,
it's a superfood.

Maybe your body's
telling you

you need a couple
nights shut-eye.

That's not likely until
we find your friend.

You must think
I'm crazy.

Oh, I know
you're crazy,

but, apparently,
you were right.

You told us Pam was missing,
and we didn't believe you.

You had
good reason not to.

[cell phone rings]

This doesn't make sense.

I've gotta get over
to Atlanta Memorial.

Okay, go, yeah,
I got the check.

You sure?

Okay, thanks.

You should probably
come with me.

Why?

Just... we should go.

Okay.

[monitors beeping]

Jonas...

What happened?

We're trying
to find out.

Is he gonna be okay?

We don't know.

[monitors beeping steadily]

The medic said he was
in the middle of an autopsy

when he collapsed
and began convulsing.

Seizures?

Yeah.

Did he ever mention
having epilepsy

or a seizure disorder?

No.

He's not having one now?

No.

The medics pushed diazepam--

that's an anti-seizure drug--

on the scene,

and it stopped immediately,

and hasn't
started since.

So, that's a positive sign.

It is?

Less electrical activity
to the brain

helps it heal.

That's why he's in a coma.

Coma?

Medically-induced,

and completely reversible.

Do they know how this happened?

The head CT's negative,
that's good.

Hopefully, the lab results
will give us a clue.

Does Jonas have
any family nearby?

His parents,

but they're out of the country,
in China.

Okay, I'm going to need
to contact them.

When will we know?

Um... if he's stable
for 12 hours,

the doctors will slowly
bring him out of the coma.

You should get
some rest.

There's nothing for you
to do here--

I can make sure
he's not alone.

I'm here if you need me, okay?

I know you're not too thrilled
with me right now,

but you can't
get rid of me that easy.

I'm not going anywhere.

[♪♪♪]

So, where did you park
the car, Savannah?

We're almost there.

Give it up.

Let's go.
Move it!

And the ring.

Now!

Hey, take it easy,

she'll give it to you!

[gunshot,
Hailey screams]

I told you not
to get me involved.

[gasps]

[monitors beeping steadily]

I'm, uh, done for the night.

I'm gonna go home,

but I wanted to see
if you were okay.

You have a connection to him,

did you know?

I do?

He was the assistant
medical examiner

who helped solve
your mother's murder.

I didn't know that.

I'm happy that I could
be there for you and him.

Call me

if you need anything?

Do you remember,

in one of our sessions,
you said, um...

that I deserve to be loved.

Just remember that
you deserve to be loved, too.

What happened?

They found something
in the lab.

Something like what?

It's called Gelsemine.

It has the same reaction
on the nervous system

as Strychnine.

Strychnine?

Rat poison?

How?

Crime scene is going over
Jonas's office

to see if there's any evidence
he was poisoned there.

I doubt this happened at work.

You're going to need
to retrace his steps.

That's gonna be tough

until-- and if--
the doctors can wake him up,

which we'll know shortly.

This isn't
a coincidence.

With what?

Pam's
disappearance.

Lance Hunter's
in custody.

The only way he could've
poisoned Jonas

is if he had
an accomplice do it.

No, it isn't Lance.

I mean, whoever...

has her

went to a lot of trouble
to make us think it is.

Hailey...

Jonas doesn't even
have a body

he's examining
right now.

What could he possibly
know about Pam

that would make someone
want to poison him?

Something Pam's kidnapper
couldn't risk being revealed.

Like what?

I don't know,

but unless he can tell us,
we may never find her.

He's off
the respirator now

and breathing
on his own.

He should
wake up soon.

That's amazing.

Sit tight.
I'll be right back.

Hey, you were right.

Crime Scene
found no evidence

Jonas was poisoned
in his home, office, or car.

Then he's going
to have to tell us.

Jonas...

Hey, gorgeous.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Welcome back.

It's so nice to see you.

How long was I out?

22 hours and 36 minutes.

Why is there
a police officer out there?

We need to tell you
something,

and it's not pretty.

[chuckles]

You mean, like
somebody tried to kill me?

Really?

How?

You were poisoned.

Wow.

Do we know with what?

Gelsemine.

Derived
from Gelsemium sempervirens,

known locally as Yellow Jasmine,

which is also

the state flower
of South Carolina,

and Strychnine's evil cousin.

What?

I'm supposed to know this stuff.

Then maybe you can tell us
how this could've happened,

because we went
through your office,

your work space,

even your house,

and we didn't
find anything.

It has to be the coffee.

Someone put it in your coffee?

Spilled a cup on me

outside the coffee place
by my office.

When was this?

An hour or two

before I started
feeling sick.

And Gelsemine is absorbable
through the skin.

That's the only way this
could've possibly happened.

Please tell us
you can describe

this person
who doused you.

Oh, I wish.

The only thing I can remember
is a fast limp and a raincoat.

Who wears a raincoat

when there's no rain
in the forecast?

Someone who didn't wanna get
poison all over himself,

that's who.

Well, that rules out
Lance Hunter.

He was in custody
when Jonas was poisoned.

Still doesn't clear him
of kidnapping Pam.

I just don't buy it.

He'd have to run down
Ryan King

and then come up with
a sophisticated plan

to poison Jonas.

It's just not who he is.

And Hunter doesn't walk
with a limp either.

Excuse me.

This couldn't wait?

I'm in the middle of a closing.

Sorry to bother you,
Mr. King,

but we just need you
to take one more crack

at this photo array.

Lance Hunter,

the guy that drove
the truck that hit me,

just like I told you
twice before.

Ryan, are you okay?

Of course I'm okay.

You seem a little...
stressed.

I'm sorry, I'm in the middle
of a huge deal.

And you want it
to go well,

that's understandable.

I didn't mean to be harsh.

It's okay.

Thank you.

Hey, Ryan,

I'm sorry,
I never asked,

how are you feeling
after your mishap?

My leg's a little sore,

but, uh, other than that,
I feel a lot better.

Well, I hope
it heals real soon.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Ryan was totally
cooperative

when he came down
to give his sample.

We even had a few laughs.

Mostly at your expense.

What does that
mean, exactly?

He was impressed
with your tenacity.

Hailey saw him
limping

in his office an hour ago.

Yeah, well, I can tell you
he didn't limp

when he walked
out of our building

before the accident.

Wait, you saw him leave?

Yeah, I was going
to finish some paperwork,

then I decided to go home.

When I got outside,

I ran into him
by his truck.

What kind of truck?

A white pick-up.

Does that matter?

We never told Jonas
about a white pick-up.

We never had
any reason to.

Ryan didn't think
anyone would see him

getting into
that truck,

and when Jonas did,
he poisoned him

to keep him
from telling us.

Great.

Now all we have to do
is prove it.

I think I know
where to start.

[knocking]

Hi.

I'm a friend of Pam Finan's.

Can I ask you a couple
questions about her?

S-sure, come on in.

Thank you.

The Finans
don't live here anymore.

That's what's so strange.

I didn't know that Pam
was selling the house.

Oh, dear, didn't you hear?

Her parents died.

I know.

Horrible.

But last I heard,
Pam was going to move in here,

into her parents' place.

Well, apparently,
she changed her mind

because she was
pretty hot to sell.

Did she tell you that?

No, we never actually met,

but her realtor said
that she wanted to close

as soon as possible.

Oh.

That's news to me.

Did the realtor tell you
why she was in such a rush?

Financial issues
out of town.

Apparently, she really
needed the money,

the poor thing.

And you were able
to move in here so fast?

Well, we didn't have
much choice.

Ryan King--
that's Ms. Finan's realtor--

said that if we weren't willing
to take possession immediately,

he had another
all-cash offer waiting.

And Ryan was able
to close in two weeks,

which was amazing.

So amazing,
it's hard to believe.

I think this is the longest
we've been together

where you didn't
say a word.

Thanks for the lift.

I'm glad you actually
asked for one.

As opposed to what?

Well, I don't know,

you snooping around
with no back-up?

Oh, yeah,
just in case

I encountered some rogue
high-end homeowners?

And if you show up alone,

and Ryan
suddenly appears,

and asks you what
you're doing there?

I can handle Ryan.

Which Ryan are we
talking about?

The harmless realtor
or the kidnapper?

Yeah, that makes me
feel a lot better.

We are the ones

who should be
handling this case.

And you are.

Yes, but we're also
having to handle you.

Danny...

as I recall,

if not for me
bringing you this case,

there wouldn't be one.

Okay.

Let's map this out.

Ryan, like any decent
real estate agent,

is out trolling
for sellers, right?

He signs Pam up,
woos her,

and then suddenly
turns to the dark side?

I don't think
it's that simple.

Well, you better
make it that simple

before you try selling
any of this to Quinn,

or his head's
gonna explode.

This case is
giving me a headache.

Just stay with me.

Ryan had access,
opportunity,

and three million bucks
worth of motive

to make Pam disappear.

King sold and closed
on Pam's parents' house

in just two weeks
from start to finish.

Who does that?

Someone who's
in a rush, I get it,

but that's not
unheard of.

But it means

that Ryan was already
trying to sell the house

before Pam even hired him.

Who does that?

But how does Pam
sign her life away

if she's not
at the closing?

Electronic signature,
on a cell phone.

That's how
they do it now.

We think Ryan has Pam
stashed somewhere

so he could force her
to sign all the documents,

probably with a gun
to her head.

And after he gets
his three million bucks

from selling the house,
Pam's expendable.

Why does he even need her
in the first place?

Because of us.

Pam's Ryan's
insurance policy.

He needed her alive

so she could call
and tell me that she's okay.

He also needs her alive

until that money
hits his account.

And Lance Hunter?

He's Ryan's other
insurance policy,

to throw us off.

Ryan went to a lot of trouble
to frame Lance,

and it almost worked.

You sure
about all this?

[Monty]: I think
what I'm about to show you

will erase any doubt.

Where Ryan gets hit?

We've seen this already.

No, you only saw this,

the moment that Ryan
gets hit by the truck.

That was what was originally
sent to us.

Now, here is 30 seconds
before Ryan gets hit.

Wait for it...

No, he's waiting for it.

[Monty]: Yeah.

The whole thing's
a set-up.

Ryan could've paid someone
to drive that truck.

We've gotta
find him and Pam.

Pick him up.

"Listen, Missy,

you just better mind
your own business,"

and let me tell you,
if looks could kill--

Excuse me.

So then I turned
to her, and I said--

Sorry, could I just
ask you a question

real quick?

Let me put you
on hold.

I mean,
some people...

Hi. We're looking
for Ryan King.

Do you know how we could
get in touch with him?

And you are the... FBI?

Oh.

You're looking for him, too?

"Too"?

Does somebody else
want him?

Yeah.

The big boss is looking for him.

Now,

I'm certainly
no Chatty-Cathy, okay,

that's just not me,

but Ryan had a really big sale,

and then the money just, poof!

Disappeared
into an escrow account?

So, you mean

the seller
and your agency

haven't been
paid yet?

That's exactly what I mean.

When did you last see Ryan?

Sir, let me explain
something to you,

I do not concern myself

with the comings
and goings

of other people,

that's just simply
none of my business,

but while we're on the subject,

why are you here?

What did Ryan do?

Oh, well, uh,
if you hear from him,

give us a call, okay?

Mm-hmm...

Leslie, you know
I'm not one to gossip,

but guess who's here?

The police.

Pam's on borrowed time.

Yeah, if Ryan hasn't
already killed her.

He's not going to do that

until the money's
in his account.

We need to try

and stop that from happening
while we look for Ryan.

We're not gonna find
Ryan King.

We're not
gonna find him?

How do you know?

Pretty sure Ryan King's
not his real name.

Pretty sure?

Based on what?

Something he said
before Pam disappeared,

that he came here
four years ago from Durham.

So I looked to see

if I could find anything
on him in Durham.

I couldn't,
but I did find this.

Do you think
this is Ryan?

Or whatever he called
himself back then.

It's the same
M.O., boss.

30-something woman
inherits a fortune,

a few months later,
she and the money disappear.

And this happened
four years ago.

And she's not
the only one.

A woman in Cincinnati
three years ago,

Boston two years ago,
and Denver last year.

[cell phone vibrates]

And no sign
of the victims?

Excuse me.

None of these women
have ever been found,

and all are presumed dead.

So he's
a high-stakes grifter,

and killer.

How does he find his marks?

Easy enough to check the obits
from around the country.

Exactly. He does
his homework,

gets as close as he can,

just like he did
with Pam,

and then he moves in
for the kill, literally.

All that makes sense.

But why frame
Lance Hunter?

Because after we became
involved in Pam's disappearance,

Ryan needed to make sure

that we ruled him out
as a suspect.

So he asks Pam
to tell him

about her past boyfriends,

he runs a background check
on Hunter,

finds out about
the protection order.

That's his in.

Then he sets himself up
to get hit by Hunter's truck.

Not Hunter's.

We think it's one just like his

that was stolen from
a dealership in Jacksonville

last month.

My phone company
contact came through.

So, Pam's cell phone

was last used
three days ago.

It pinged
off a cell tower

out by the airport.

Oak Forest.

That actually makes sense
because when she called me,

I could hear cars and a plane,
and some kind of machinery.

You got dozens
of warehouses

out that end
of the airport,

east of 75?

Ryan could have
Pam stashed there.

Now we just
have to figure out

which one.

You stay here.

Better yet,
go on home.

I promise we'll call
as soon as we find something.

You heard that,
right?

I spoke clear English?

Yup.

Let's go.

You wait here.

I know you're not going to,

but just humor me
a little bit.

Just wait here.

Hang out with Monty.

Be good.

Yes, Chief,

we're concentrating
on the southeast area,

near where the cell signal
hit the cell tower.

No. Unmarked units only,

so we won't
give ourselves away.

Let's check it out.

[grinder droning]

Fincher?

Hailey, where are you?

What's that noise?

I think I found where she is.

Hailey...

Quinn told you
to steer clear.

Never mind that.
Where are you guys?

We're southeast
of the airport.

We're about to go in.

Is there
any heavy machinery there?

No, it's just
an abandoned warehouse.

Okay, there's a lot
of heavy machinery here,

and it's exactly what
you and I heard

when Pam called me.

Hey, listen to me, okay?

You don't know
it's the right place,

and you're not armed.

I am armed,
and what if you're wrong?

I'm going inside
to check it out.

Hailey--

Squatters.

Sorry, folks.

Carry on.

[cell phone rings]

Ryan, don't move!
Show me your hands!

[shot cracks]

[yelps in pain]

Why'd you have to shoot me?

You're fine.

Hey, I need an ambulance here.

Ambulance?

Okay, we're on our way.

I'm going to put you
on speaker.

Hailey,

Crime Scene got a hit

on a print they lifted
from Pam's house.

It matches a print they found

in the home of a missing
heiress from Denver.

Okay, that's
great, Captain,

but I need you here, now.

Just listen,

they also found DNA
in the print,

it's female.

What?

Is it Pam's?

It can't be.

The mitochondrial DNA
matches Ryan's.

Mitochondrial?

But that only comes from--

The mother.

And like mother,
like son.

Get her back.

It's going right
to voicemail.

-We can track her phone.
-We don't have to.

Where did she
say she was?

Abandoned
warehouse on...

Browns Mills.

What's she driving?

A gray Toyota.

Let's go.

Ryan... shoot her.

I dropped my gun.

Then find it.

Touch that gun,
and you're a dead man.

Well, who's gonna shoot me?

Mommy dearest,

with my gun,

right after she makes you
kill me and Pam with your gun.

Don't listen to her.

She'd do anything
to save her own skin,

and you know it.

Ryan... Ryan,
do what I say.

She's lying.

It's the truth, Ryan,
and you know how I know?

Because you hate her.

I saw it
at Pam's parents' house,

and it's all over your face
right now.

That isn't true.

Isn't it?

After she made you kill
all those women?

Made you risk your life
to poison Jonas McClellan

so she wouldn't have to?

You got any
of that Gelsemine on you,

you'd be dead right now.

That is ridiculous.

How do you know that?

Because that's just who she is.

Sweetheart, you know
I'd never hurt you.

"Sweetheart."

That's what
she calls you

when she wants you to think
she actually loves you.

Stop it.

Stop it, or I will
kill you and your friend.

She's not
gonna kill either of us,

because she couldn't
justify that.

The only thing
she could justify

is you killing us.

She's the one who's lying,

and I can prove it.

How?

Because if I'm lying,

then why is your mother
pointing my gun at you?

Don't listen to her,
it'll ruin everything,

everything that
we worked so hard for.

You worked hard for?

I did all the hard work!

While you sat there waiting--

Ryan, that is
enough, now,

just man up
and find the gun!

All those nice women...

and you made me kill them.

Because she's not capable
of loving anyone but herself.

[quietly] Why?

Why!

[door bursts open]

Police!

-Hands where we can see them!
-Show us your hands!

We're all okay.

Hailey.

You saved my life.

I almost got us
all killed.

You don't understand.

You trying to find me

was the only reason
they kept me alive.

They needed me to be able
to call you, Hailey.

I'm so sorry this happened.

Can you come with me?

No, I...

I shot someone,

so they have
to investigate.

What? He pointed
a gun at you--

I know,

but they have to
follow procedure.

I can't ever thank you enough.

You already have.

Thank you.

Oh...

I thought you might
want this.

Thank you.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

Okay.

You okay?

Thank you
for everything, Fincher.

You haven't answered
my question.

Pam's alive.
What else matters?

You shot someone.

You, who couldn't
even look at a gun

when we worked
together.

So?

So, you got to be
feeling something.

Yeah, that's
the funny part.

For once, I'm not
feeling anything.

All right, let's get you
back to the station

for a debriefing, all right?

Not going
to the drive-thru first?

I'm not hungry.

You're never not hungry.

Well, you know, maybe
a couple burritos

or something...

-A couple?
-Yeah.

Maybe five.

[laughs]

Okay, both of you,
listen to me,

you will follow procedure

so nobody loses their jobs
because I fired my gun.

Hailey,
the guy you shot

just confessed
he pointed a gun at you.

-But I--
-But nothing.

Hailey it was
a good shoot,

end of story.

[Danny]: But we are gonna
do one thing by the book.

What is she doing here?

Hi, Hailey.

Hi, Sabrina.

I don't need a shrink.

Based on our observations
at the warehouse,

I beg to differ.

If I fired my gun,

I'd be required
to see a shrink

and go on desk duty,
that's procedure.

For someone who feels
the way you do

about carrying a firearm,

it's a necessity.

She's all yours.

Come on.

They're right,
you know.

I'm fine.

You just shot a human being.

That couldn't
have been easy.

He almost took
two people I love.

But there's more, isn't there?

Of course, there's more.

I mean, I haven't seen
anyone get shot since...

...Will was murdered.

Are you still having
nightmares?

I'll take that as a yes.

It started with Will,

and then he turns into Jonas
right before the shot's fired.

I just want to be free of this.

Will is always
going to be a part of you.

He wouldn't want
to see you mourning for him

after so much time.

I don't know
what else to try.

You can try
letting a friend help you.

Fincher...

Go home.

I was waiting for you.

You know, you solved
more than one case here today.

What do you mean?

D.A.'s letting Ryan plead out.

He rats on Mommy Dearest,

gives up the whereabouts
of all his victims,

he's spared the death sentence.

He copped to killing
the women in Cincinnati,

Durham, Denver,
and Boston.

Really?

Really.

So, that's
four families

who have finally
found some closure

because of you.

Maybe it's time
you found some for yourself.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

I can take him from here.

Thanks for the pick-up.

You got it.

I'm gonna get you
home and settled,

and then I'm gonna go
to the market.

You don't
have to do that.

Well, you're
in no shape to do it.

Doctor said no driving
for a week.

Well, if you're with me
for 24-hours a day,

your practice will fall apart.

I've got that covered.

There is a nurse
waiting for you

at your house.

[chuckles]

You got me a nurse?
I did.

I did, she's gonna
take care of you

for the next few days.

You shouldn't have done that.

You shouldn't keep
telling me I shouldn't.

You say that like
I've done something for you.

You have.

Danny told me what happened,

with your friend, Pam.

I didn't tell you

because I wanted you
to focus on recovering,

and not on me.

Hey, listen to me,

I'm not going anywhere.

Whenever you decide
to drop that baggage,

or let me help you carry it,

I'll be here,

waiting and ready.

Why would you do that?

Because I know
you're worth waiting for.

Am I?

Yes, ma'am, you are.

Oh, and by the way,

I'm worth waiting for, too.

Yes, you are.

Jonas.

Oh, thank you. See?

So, where did you
park the car, Savannah?

We're almost there.

Give it up.

Let's go.
Move it!

And the ring.

Now!

Hey, take it easy.
She'll give it to you.

[shot]

[screams]

[gasping]

I need you to meet me.

Now.

Why here and why now?

You need to know the truth.

You say that like you've been
lying to me about something.

I haven't been, I swear.

I only saw it tonight.

Saw it?

Another nightmare?

Danny...

your brother died

because he was with me
that night.

What are you talking about?
It was random.

It wasn't random.

It was a set-up.

The gun was pointed at me,

and Will pulled it toward him.

He died because he was
protecting me.

It doesn't make sense.

Who could possibly have wanted
to kill you back then?

I don't know.

But he knew me.

I could see it in his eyes.