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Oki doki Dr. Hunt,

one more pass, and we'll have
you out of there in a jiffy.

Super-duper.

We've run every possible test,

and we can't find anything wrong with you.
Just scan me again.

Dr. Hunt, we've run these scans five
times already. My hands still go numb.

There's no damage to the cervical vertebrae.
What about a nerve conduction study?

Your condition is chronic and
undiagnosable. Keep looking.

Every test we do on you
comes up negative.

It's been four years
since your car accident.

There's no improvement
to your paresthesia.

Your career as a neurosurgeon
is over, Megan.

Maybe it's time
you accepted it.

You think
I'd want to come back?

All I'm saying is, you got
a whole new career now.

Most people
would count their blessings.

I'm not most people.

Megan Hunt.

Peter.
What do we got here?

Oh, good morning to you, too.

Female jogger.
Angela Swanson, age 32.

Trauma to the back of the head
and traces of foam in her mouth.

C.S.U is upriver trying to
search for where she went in.

Liver temp is 95.1,
and water temp is 64.

Two hours more or less.

Oh, Bud, Sam.
This is Dr. Megan Hunt.

I don't think you've
pulled her on a case before.

Oh, I've heard
all about Dr. Hunt.

This must be our lucky day.

Look at that.
Already we agree on something.

Our victim has blunt force
trauma to the back of the head,

preliminary indications
of drowning.

No scrapes or abrasions.

She went into the river clean
after being hit.

Liver temp puts it at about
two hours ago.

And whoever attacked her did it
on the West Side of the river.

How do you know that?
She got some sun this morning.

So?

So two hours ago, the East Side
of the river was in shadow.

That's it. You... haven't
caught the murderer yet?

No, detective.
Give me time.

Autopsy, two hours.

Oh, and one more thing,
detectives.

Don't believe everything
you've heard about me.

The truth is much worse.

Dr. Hunt, 23-year-old man,

anemia and liver failure,
but no sclerosis

or history of hepatitis b or c.

What are his copper levels?

Copper levels.

What do you want, Ethan?

Nothing.

But since you're asking,
I've got a female, age 41,

died in a sauna
of apparent heatstroke,

but her urine came back
normal for hydration.

What are her electrolytes?

Uh, they're these things in her
body that contain free ions.

Wait. I know.

You're thinking hypernatremia.

I'm thinking you should go now.

* loving everything you say *

Hello, Megan.

Todd, w-what are you doing
at Lacey's school?

I'm not at Lacey's school.
I'm at the office.

What are you doing
calling her on her cell phone?

Well, you screen
my calls to the house.

You know, the phone works
both ways, Megs.

She could call you
if she wanted to.

Why would she want to?
I'm the bad guy, aren't I?

I...

Would like to come
to Lacey's birthday, please.

Look, Megs,
we've been through this.

You know, you're not invited.
Wait a...

you lost her, okay? Just like you lost me.

Wait a minute. I just want to... Todd,
at least let me... I'm sorry. I gotta go.

Talk to her.

This is Dr. Megan Hunt,

medical examiner,

assisted by Peter Dunlop,
medical investigator,

performing an autopsy
on Angela Swanson, age 32.

So what do we know
about our girl?

She's local.
Grew up in, uh, Narberth.

Senior associate
at Paige, Howell and Walker.

Single, no boyfriend.

Colleagues say
she was a workaholic.

Pretty much
lived at the office.

Well, she's obviously
in excellent physical condition.

Calluses on her feet,
a few minor scars.

Healed bite marks
on the left forearm,

both posterior and anterior,
probably canine.

Keeps her nails clipped,
a little bit chewed.

Any D.N.A under 'em?

All in good time, Detective.

Looks like she grinds her teeth.
Another sign of stress.

Scaring on the skull
above the hairline...

And a small nodule or neoplasm
at the base of her neck.

She got her head bashed in.

Can we get to the murder weapon already?
Look at her.

Tell me what you see.

A dead girl.

I see...
A beautiful young woman

who ate well and kept fit.

For whom?

A boyfriend?
Did she break up with him?

Look deeper.
She shows signs of stress.

A workaholic.

Was she up for partner?
Did she piss somebody off?

Was somebody jealous,
out to get her?

The answers are all here,

because that's what we do.

I honor the body

for what it tells me about
Angela Swanson's life

and how that life
came to an end.

The body is the proof.

It will tell you everything
you need to know

if you just have the patience
to look.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

The skull collapsed
into the occipital lobe

in a v-shaped depression.

There are
flecks of rust throughout.

Your murder weapon is heavy,
maybe cast iron,

square with a dull edge,

possibly a large plumber's
wrench or some kind of mallet.

And, Detective.
Yeah.

I take mine with cream,
no sugar.

He's usually not so pleasant.

Neither am I.

I heard you were
some big neurosurgeon

a few years back.

Used to be.

So why are you working here?

You can't kill somebody
if they're already dead.

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yes, the... the Carol Ramsey tote.
Is it in yet?

Oh, great. Okay.
Uh, I'll be in.

What is your name again?
Thank you.

Working hard I see.

You here just to annoy me?

I put a hold
on Angela's stomach contents.

The liquid we found
was some kind of sports drink,

and the tissue sample
from her neck is at the lab.

And the diaphragm, too, right?

Yeah, that, too.
About that,

why does a woman wear
a diaphragm on a morning run?

Well, she either had sex

or was planning on having sex
or...

Some women use them as a barrier
before they get their period.

I didn't know that.

Clearly. And what about
the scar above her hairline?

I got two calls into her
physician, but no answer yet.

Then let's go find out
for ourselves, shall we?

Brain dissection? Cool.

Dr. Hunt.

Curtis.

I'm a doctor, too, you know?

And yet no one
calls you that. Strange.

I understand you ordered
an A.N.A. Panel on a suicide.

What are you doing ordering
a $1,000 autoimmune test

on a guy
who blew his brains out?

Do you know why
he blew his brains out?

No, I do not.
Neither do I, but now we both know

it had nothing to do
with his immune system.

Look, I'm Deputy Chief
Medical Examiner.

The entire budget of this office
is on my shoulders.

You keep pulling that crap,

I don't care
how many friends you have.

What makes you think
I have friends?

It's true.
She doesn't have any.

Mild depression
and hemosiderin staining

from prior brain trauma,
causing a lesion of the amygdala

approximately two years ago.

What does all that mean?

It means Angela's been hit
on the head before.

And I do have friends,
thank you very much.

Yeah? Like who?

So the amygdala regulates,
uh, emotional learning...

Room one. This is Peter.
Peer conditioning,

and sexual arousal.

A lesion like this would turn
everything upside down,

so... heightened emotions,
loss of fear

and hypersexuality.

Okay, thanks.

Call the lab and tell them

to put a rush on the diaphragm results.
You were right.

Angela was hit
on the head before.

She had an ex-boyfriend
named Tom Hanson.

He threw her down a flight of
stairs and put her in a coma.

Morris has tracked him
to a halfway house in overbrook.

He was paroled three weeks ago.

Now we can come, but we're
just supposed to observe.

Yeah.

Like that's gonna happen.

I loved Angela.
I would never hurt her.

What do you call throwing her
down a flight of stairs?

I didn't. We got in a fight
outside my apartment.

The neighbors heard us yelling
at each other,

but they didn't see her trip
all by herself.

I got screwed, man. Two years
for something I didn't do.

Then why didn't Angela
back up your story? She couldn't.

Post-coma memory loss. It's
consistent with the autopsy.

I don't suppose you two had sex
this morning, did you? What?

Dr. Hunt, can I have a word
with you outside, please?

Here's how
this is supposed to work...

you tell us what you know,
we ask the questions,

and then we catch the bad guy.
So this morning, you weren't being serious?

You were just mocking me?

Let's say Angela did fall down
the stairs accidentally.

That's all the more reason
for Hanson to hold a grudge.

Angela was hit
on the back of the head.

If Hanson killed her,
don't you think he'd want her

to see his face, to know
that he was punishing her

for sending him to prison?

And Angela didn't have
any defensive wounds, did she?

Because she never saw it coming.
Hanson didn't do it. Is that a fact?

Let's call it a theory.
Well, here's a theory...

he bashed her on the head
and tossed her in the river.

Case closed.
Maybe.

You're an ex-cop.
Put a muzzle on that woman,

or I'm gonna do it for you.
Unbelievable.

Smooth, Megan. Very smooth.

I'm right. He's wrong.
The question is how to prove it.

I know this is
very difficult for you,

but when was the last time
you spoke with Angela?

About a week ago.

She'd just finished
with a trial.

What did you talk about?

It was just a hello.

She was going to bed.
She had a sore throat.

Strep, I think she said.

Do you know what she
was taking for it? No.

Excuse me.

Did Angela's dog ever bite her?

Oh, you mean the scars
on her arm?

No, Buddy was killed
by a pitbull.

She tried to save him.

I notice that there's a lot
of pictures of Angela alone.

Did she have friends?

Not many.

In school, she was always
about her grades.

All about her career
after that.

What about romantically? Was she seeing
anybody recently?

No.

I, uh, I got her doctor
on the phone.

It was strep a. She was
taking Erythromycin.

Oh, one last question.

Two years ago,
after her fall down the stairs,

did you notice any change
in Angela's behavior?

You have to understand,

we've always loved
our daughter.

But when she was a teenager,
she became a hard-driven girl.

She left home.

Sometimes we wouldn't
hear from her for months.

But after the coma,

it was like
we got her back again,

you know, our little girl.

She would...

Come by once a week.

She'd call just to say hello.

I've heard of someone getting
some sense knocked into 'em,

but feelings?
That's a new one.

I'd throw my ex down the stairs

if I thought I'd get
the same result.

Here you go.
Thank you.

It looks like a pumpkin
wearing a tutu.

It is the Carol Ramsey
ruffled tote.

And before you make
another crack,

it's not for me,
it's for my daughter.

Do you ever even look
at a price tag?

She's gonna be 12
in a couple of days.

I want to get her
something nice, okay?

For $1,100?

Are you seriously
considering this?

Please stop talking.

Okay, but getting your daughter
that bag is a bad idea.

Oh, really? And what could you
possibly know about my daughter?

You know something?
You're right.

I've been assigned to you,
for what, six months now?

What could I possibly know
about your daughter?

Lacey lives with her father.

We divorced five years ago.

He got full custody.

And he got it because a woman
who works 18 hours a day...

Is an absentee mother,

and a man who works
the same hours

is a good provider.

Do you have any idea
what it takes

to be
a practicing neurosurgeon?

I was damn good at what I did.

I saved lives.

And... and if I missed...

Playdates and phone calls
because of that,

then I'm very sorry.

But I was under
the bizarre impression

that my husband had my back,

and instead he...

I lost my child to my career,

and then I lost my career,

all because
of the damn accident.

My hands still go numb.

I, uh, I still
don't get the handbag.

It's all I'm allowed to do.

I-I-I pay for summer camp

and dance lessons
and whatever she needs,

and then
he just turns it around

and tells her that I'm trying to buy
her affection. Which you're not?

I'm trying to have
a relationship

with my daughter, okay?

Well, maybe you should just try

having some fun with her,
you know?

You know what? Let's just
forget we had this conversation.

Oh, Dr. Hunt,
the Chief wants to see you.

Dr. Hunt.

That would be the Chief, our boss.
I'm still not talking to you.

Oh, or the Chief, apparently.
That's a good career strategy.

I'll handle the Chief.

You light a fire
under somebody's ass.

I want those diaphragm results.

Okay.

What do you want, Ethan?
Nothing.

I'm really not in the mood. Okay, you know
that female heatstroke victim I mentioned?

Her electrolytes were normal.

Negative tox
for drugs and alcohol, too.

Any psychological problems,
depression, paranoia?

Why? I mean, I'll find out.

Uh... what do I do
if there were?

Order an A.N.A. Panel.

Wait, I-isn't that the test

that got you in trouble
with Curtis?

Great.

♪ My mind slips further ♪

♪ from what's real ♪

♪ Take my hands away
from the steering wheel ♪

♪ I'm crashing,
coming down them waves ♪

♪ I've wiped the sweat
from upon my face ♪

♪ and it's a perfect day ♪

♪ to leave ♪

♪ this place ♪

♪ it's a perfect day ♪

♪ to hide down in my hole ♪

♪ it's a perfect day ♪

♪ and it's taking its toll ♪

Do you want something,
or are you just lurking?

I didn't know if you were
talking to me again.

Fingerprints?

Finger impressions

from finger oils
that survived the water.

I also found
damaged hair shafts

at the same location.

If they were torn as a result
of the head wound,

the edges would be rough
and fractured,

but these are uniform,
intact and compressed, so...

They were either cut
by a dull pair of scissors

or caught in something
and pinched,

like a bracelet, segmented
watch band, or a ring maybe.

I think you're right.

You got
the diaphragm results. Hmm.

They found trace amounts
of semen.

The D.N.A test
will take a few days,

but one thing's for sure,

there were no spermatozoa.

The guy had a vasectomy.

Do you know any bachelors

that would get snipped
instead of wearing a condom?

Not one.

Huh.

She was sleeping
with a married man.

The police say she pretty much
lived at the office,

so if she was having an affair,

odds are it was with somebody at work.
So why ask me?

He had a vasectomy.
Where else would he go?

You're the number one ball
cutter in all of Philadelphia.

I thought you held that title.

Look, we go way back, Megan,

but you're asking me to betray
doctor-patient privilege,

and you know I won't do that.
I'm not asking for me.

I'm asking for a woman
who was murdered.

Tell me something.

Th-this new you,
Megan Hunt, M.E,

who seems to care
about dead people

more than she ever did
about the living,

is she for real?

Or is she
just working off her guilt

after killing a patient
on the operating table?

Both.

If you'll excuse me, I...
I need to use the restroom.

Bradford Paige.
Please come in.

Uh, Mr. Paige, I appreciate
you meeting with us.

We're trying
to establish a timeline

for anyone who might have
seen Angela yesterday.

Uh, where were you at 8:30 in the morning?
I was at home,

uh, preparing notes for a meeting.
Can anyone back that up?

No. Uh, my wife Jill was taking
our sons into school early.

She's the school nurse. You're head of
the partnership committee, aren't you?

Yes. And Angela was a
seventh-year associate.

Isn't that the cutoff year?

If you don't make partner
then, you never will? So?

So how long have you been
sleeping with her? What?

Angela had sex yesterday
with a man who had a vasectomy.

Even without the sperm,
I can still match for D.N.A,

care to give me a sample?
Dr. Hunt...

Angela was sleeping with you
to make partner. That's not true.

Dr. Hunt... she was in a
position to ruin your marriage

and sue your law firm if she didn't get
what she wanted.

I know my rights.
I don't have to listen to this.

So you followed her on a run,
bashed her over the head,

threw her into the river.
Okay, that's it. You are outta here.

Dr. Hunt,
it is time for you to go.

Todd, I told you.
I cannot pick Lacey up today.

I-I have surgery in a half
an hour, and I'm late already.

I have a job!

Hey! You want to tell me
what the hell

you were doing up there?
Just little good cop/ bad cop.

I was softening him up for you. You want to
know what the problem with that is?

You're not a cop.

You talk like that to a suspect,
you could blow my investigation.

I know a lot of M.E's,
and none of 'em

are as big a pain in the ass as you are.
They're also not as good as I am.

You like to think that,
don't you?

When did she kick you out,
detective?

You have an impression
on your ring finger

where a wedding ring
was recently removed.

That cut on your chin is from
a double-bladed razor,

probably disposable,

and your aftershave...

I'm hoping it's the best
the hotel has to offer.

Work with me or not,
detectives,

but I want justice for Angela
just as much as you do.

Fine.
Paige denied everything.

The last time he saw Angela

was at the firm's
annual dinner Sunday night.

She sat at his table,
but she didn't stay long.

She had a sore throat.

He's lying.

About the sex? Maybe. But that
doesn't make him a murderer.

Hanson had motive.
So does Paige

if Angela was blackmailing him
to make partner.

Angela didn't need
to blackmail him.

She'd already made partner.

She won a big lawsuit
a couple weeks ago.

It wasn't public yet,

but the partnership committee
had already voted.

And there goes your theory.

Let's get outta here.

You know, that guy's gonna be
a lieutenant someday,

so you might try playing nice
once in a while.

What was the lawsuit about?

Angela was defending a member
of the Roberts family.

Roberts? That's as close to
royalty as Philadelphia gets.

Yeah, and get this...

their dog attacked a boy
in fairmount park.

Angela was attacked by a dog
when she was a teenager.

Which makes you wonder, right?

What the hell was she doing
defending a case like that?

He hasn't talked
since the trial, you know?

Not a word.

That was three weeks ago.

Bad enough getting attacked
by a dog.

That bitch lawyer's gotta go

and put him on the stand
and blame him for everything.

Mr. young, where were you
2 days ago around 8:30 A.M.?

Work. I'm a janitor

at the community college
of Philadelphia.

Did anyone see you there?

Why?

Because about that time,
Angela Swanson was murdered.

And you think I killed her?

Get the hell outta my house.

Get the hell outta my house!
Okay, we can do this downtown.

Did you know that Angela
was bitten by a pit bull

when she was a teenager?

Detectives, if you don't mind?

Mr. Young, I am sure
the trial was hard on you.

I'm sure that you hated Angela
for what she did to your son.

But what I don't understand

is how she ended up on
the other side of your lawsuit.

She wasn't on the other side,
was she?

She's right.

Angela came by
the day after the trial.

She told me about her dog,
showed me her scars.

She said that she wanted
to settle out of court,

but she got overruled.

And she gave me this.

What is it?

Grounds for my appeal.

Information withheld
by the law firm,

saying that the dog
that mauled my son

was an attack dog,

trained to do just that.

Mr. Young, do you know
who overruled Angela

for settling out of court?

Oh, yeah.

Angela's boss, Bradford Paige.

So you think
Paige killed Angela

because she went
behind his back.

It's a theory.
Hold on a second.

Why would she give
privileged information to young

knowing she would reverse
the case she'd just won?

After her fall
down the stairs,

Angela wasn't the same person.

She had an affair, she violated
attorney-client privilege,

and she started
calling her mother

just to say hello. Guess we're gonna
have to go talk to Paige again.

Without you, if you don't mind.

I don't mind at all.

Oh, uh, Dr. Hunt, the Chief
really needs to see you.

Dr. Hunt.

Ah.

Hello, Chief.

Let's have a talk, shall we?

So Ethan tells me

he ordered an A.N.A. Panel
on your recommendation.

I'm so sorry.
It was Curtis.

So?

So you've been rather profligate
with our lab budget lately...

an A.N.A panel on a suicide,
and now an A.N.A panel on...

A heatstroke victim.
The suicide didn't leave a note.

He had a family history
of Lou gehrig's disease.

If he thought
he was symptomatic,

that would explain why he took his
own life. We're not interested in the why.

Maybe you're not, but I am.

And if I'm going to understand
what happened to my patients,

I will order any test
that I deem necessary.

If you don't like it, fire me.
Don't test me.

You blow my budget, that's
exactly what I'm gonna do.

Uh, before you do that, uh,

my heatstroke victim?

She didn't die of heatstroke.
What?

She showed psychological
symptoms, paranoia, depression?

Yeah, yeah, just like you said. Then given
normal electrolytes and hydration,

her A.N.A panel
in all likelihood

showed elevated levels

of anticardiolipin
immunoglobulin g,

which, if it does,
means she was hypercoagulable.

Combine that with depression
and paranoia,

we have a diagnosis
of what, Curtis?

Can I see that for a minute?

Thank you.

Lupus!

I would've gotten that
eventually.

Yeah, I know.

Eventually.

If there's nothing else,
I have my own case to attend to.

That's it?

That's all you gon' do?

I will deal with Dr. Hunt
in my own way.

Is there anything else?

Yeah, you could tell people
to call me "doctor" around here.

What are you still doing here?

New lab results.

This is a giemsa stain of
the nodule from Angela's neck.

It's a benign neurofibroma.

You see these purple cells?
Those are mast cells.

They're degranulated, but why?

Degranulation is caused
by physical trauma,

but this is tissue taken
from her neck,

not from the head injury.
So what caused it? How about a bicycle?

What?
For your daughter.

I mean, nothing says "fun"
like a bicycle.

Can't you see I'm working here?

Yeah, I see you all right.

I see, uh, someone
who reminds me an awful lot

of Angela Swanson...

Workaholic, no friends,

just her career
to keep her company.

But then one day
a miracle happens.

She falls down
a flight of stairs,

and she discovers emotion
and empathy.

You've had
this high-flyin' life,

and now you're here,
and you're still pissed

at that car accident
that made it happen.

But maybe that car accident

was your
own fall down the stairs,

and you're just too scared
to let the benefits kick in.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Megan, you talk
about your daughter

like you're stuck
with only one card to play.

But you're not stuck at all.

If you really want
to connect with her,

give her something that comes
from your heart, okay?

Because nobody gives a damn
about a handbag.

Lab one. Dr. Hunt.

Thank you.

They made an arrest
in the Swanson case.

Bradford Paige?

No. Angela's ex-boyfriend...
Tom Hanson.

And we have a witness now

that puts you in the park
at 8:30 in the morning.

Okay. Yes, I was there.

That doesn't make me a murderer.
It makes you a liar.

I did two years for something
I didn't do.

She won't even answer my calls?

I went there to talk to her,
not to kill her.

Then what did happen,
Mr. Hanson, hmm?

What happened?

I wanted
to look her in the eye,

face-to-face,

to find out why
she hung me out to dry.

Hey.

Morris.

I thought you were
zeroed in on Paige.

Paige didn't do it. We got our guy.
Were you listening in there?

Hanson wanted a confrontation
that never happened.

What is it with you? You can't
just be a regular M.E?

You have to be
the smocked crusader?

Why don't you do us all a favor

and go back to being
whatever it was you were before?

I can't.
I killed someone.

Don't all surgeons

lose patients
on the operating table?

What's your point?

Well, would you go back
to neurosurgery if you could?

What, are you my shrink now?

Okay, you know what, Megan?
Forget about it, okay?

Peter...

Her name was Marianne.

A tumor on the optic nerve...

And there was an autopsy
as part of the inquest.

All those hours
studying the scans,

rehearsing the operation,

and I never knew that she had

a... a broken heart tattoo
because of an old boyfriend,

or that she fractured her arm
horseback riding

when she was a kid,

or dozens of other things
that her body revealed to me

that... our conversations
never did.

And the truth is...

Until she died,
I never really cared.

Okay.

But that still doesn't really
answer my question, does it?

Yes, it does.

Don't you have
a birthday party to go to?

I don't have a present.

And don't you dare
say "bicycle."

Are you seriously telling me
that you can't think

of one thing that was
important to you as a kid

that you want
your daughter to have?

Oh, finally.
So what is it?

Hey, guys. Want a piece?
No, thanks.

When I was a kid,
Lacey's age, actually,

my dad...

He... he had this tool shed
in the backyard...

oh, come on. It's delicious.
I'm sorry. Nut allergy.

Yeah, so he had a tool shed
in the backyard and...

What?

Allergies.

Do me a favor?
Get this to the lab.

Have them run a tox screen
for prescription medication.

Okay, but that
will take a while.

In that case, I'm going
to Lacey's birthday party.

I thought you didn't have
a present.

I know what I'm getting her.

All I want to do is give her...

you just had to come, didn't you?
Dad, who is it?

It's your mother.

Hi.

Dad said you couldn't come.

He just meant that
I couldn't stay very long,

just a couple of minutes.

He lied, didn't he?

Uh, your dad just wants
what's best for you.

So do I. We just can't seem
to agree on what that is.

How's the party?

It's okay.

Did I miss the cake?
Like you'd ever eat cake.

Try me sometime.

I brought you a present.

What is it?

You remember that picture

of me and Grandpa
in front of his tool shed?

Yeah.

Well, that shed
was his sanctuary.

It was the only place he went

where he could hide
from the world.

And nobody could get in there,
I mean, nobody.

And then one day when...

I was about your age,

he gave me the key.

That's the key to my apartment,

where you'll always be welcome.

A sanctuary or a...

An escape
whenever you need it...

whatever you want it to be.

You have fun, okay?

There's something wrong here.

Your test came back positive
for amoxicillin.

Why do you think something's wrong?
Angela wasn't taking amoxicillin.

She was taking erythromycin.
Exactly. Call Detective Morris.

Tell him to get a search warrant
for Paige's house,

and have him meet us there
as soon as possible.

Morris.

Why so glum? I thought
you'd be happy to see me.

Not after getting laughed at
by the D.A.

They didn't buy your theory,
and we don't have a warrant.

Then why are you here?

I know backing down
isn't in your nature,

so...
You just better be right.

What do you want?

Did you love Angela?
Bradford, who is it?

I got it, honey.

She was here the morning
she died, wasn't she?

I'm a lawyer.

I know my rights, and you guys
can't be here without a warrant.

If you loved her,
you'd help us.

Or were you just screwing her?

Yes, she was here, all right?

And, yes, I loved her.
Yes to all of it.

But I would never kill her.

What's going on?
Uh, it's the police.

They're, uh, looking
into Angela's death.

Mrs. Paige, on Sunday evening
at the firm's annual dinner,

did Angela happen to mention
that she had strep throat?

Um... yes.

Did she also mention
what she was taking for it?

I'm guessing she did.

In fact, I'm almost positive
she told you

she was taking erythromycin

for an infection of beta
streptococcus group a.

The interesting thing about
beta strep group a

is that it's rare in adults

unless they contract it
from their children.

Mrs. Paige, have your sons
had strep throat recently?

So what if they have?
What are you implying?

You didn't know it, but you
got strep from your son,

passed it on to Angela,

and that's how your wife knew
you were having an affair.

And that's why you...
Killed Angela.

This is ridiculous.
Is it?

Mr. Paige, we'd like
permission to search your house.

Jill, did you have anything
to do with this? No.

Then you have nothing to hide.

Mr. Paige?

Okay. Search it.

Bradford.

Ugh.

Mrs. Paige, I'm gonna
need you to stay out here.

Not only did your wife know

that you gave strep to Angela,

she also knew as a nurse

that erythromycin
is prescribed to people

who are fatally allergic
to penicillin

and its most common derivative,
amoxicillin.

On the morning
that Angela was murdered,

she dropped your sons off
at school,

came back to find you
having sex here with Angela,

during which you left
your handprint on her neck

and her hair caught
in your wedding band.

Instead of confronting you,

she had a better idea...

spike Angela's sports drink

with the same amoxicillin
your sons were taking

for their strep throat...

Essentially poisoning her.

Angela made it all the way
to the river

before she went
into anaphylactic shock.

She started to shake,
couldn't breathe,

and lost her balance.

The back of her head
struck something

when she fell into the water.

Dr. Hunt.

When this formulation

matches the contents
of Angela's stomach,

that'll be it.

Want to say anything?

I wish it had been you.

Jill Paige,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Angela Swanson.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be held against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

Do you understand these rights
as I have read them to you?

I guess I'll see you at trial.

Yes, you will.

Doctor.

Detective.

What? What are you
grinning at?

Well, it's not like you
not to rub it in.

Get in the car.

I got a lot of phone calls
about you before I hired you.

"She's brilliant and driven."

"She throws elbows,
but gets results."

I didn't think it was possible
they were underselling you,

but... they were.

In one year,

you've managed to make
even city hall notice us.

You're welcome?

But the knives will come out
the minute you screw up,

and even I won't be able
to help you.

You know, I may never have
a résumé like yours,

but there is something
that I know that you don't.

You let this job
get too personal,

and you're gonna
burn yourself out.

You let me
worry about that, okay?

Do you have any friends?

Why?

Get some.

You can't fight everybody,
everywhere, all the time, alone.

Good-bye, Angela.

♪ When I'm lost ♪

♪ you bring me back ♪

♪ when I cry ♪

♪ you make me glad ♪

♪ when I think ♪

♪ I have it bad ♪

♪ I think of you ♪

♪ when I don't ♪

♪ know where to go ♪

♪ and it feels ♪

♪ like I'm alone ♪

♪ when I hang ♪

♪ my head down low ♪

♪ I think of you ♪

♪ each night you wait ♪

♪ outside ♪

♪ my door ♪

♪ 'cause you wanna know ♪

♪ oh, oh ♪

♪ I think of you ♪

Sync and corrections by GeirDM
for www.addic7ed.com