All language subtitles for Hailey Dean Mystery (Murder with Love) 2016 Hallmark 720p HDRip X264 Solar

Hello?

Hey!

Yup. No, I just
got home.

Yup.

No, I know. I'm just saying
I might be a little bit late.

I have to change,
but my Mom's car

is in the driveway, so
I gotta to talk to her.

Okay, I'll see you
as soon as I can! Bye.

Mom?

Mom? Mom?

So, I'm a brand new Assistant
District Attorney trying my

first murder case with Darnell,
and I have a witness on the

stand and I call for my piece of
evidence and he can't find it!

He's looking everywhere:
in his files, on his lap,

under his rump, and
finally the judge says,

"Isn't that it by your
foot, Mr. Johnston?"

And Darnell looks down
and sure enough he says

"Yes it is Your Honor."

And the judge says, "You're
welcome, Mr. Johnston."

And Darnell is completely
flustered, he looks

at the judge and blurts out:

"Even a blind squirrel
finds a nut now and then."

And the judge, you guys
know who I'm talking about,

he's furious and he locks
Darnell up for contempt.

Best night's sleep
I had that year.

Here is to Darnell, Fulton
County's beloved outgoing

Chief Assistant
District Attorney,

my mentor, our comedian.
We love you, D-man,

but no one more than me.
Cheers everyone!

Cheers!

You are going to be missed.

Me? You and Fincher
here are the ones who

made me look good
all these years.

Now I'm the last one standing
out of the three of us.

Fincher can't retire.
The DA won't let him.

He's the best
investigator they've got.

Stop, you're gonna
make me blush.

Hailey!

Incoming.

Hey!

No, I can't talk to her
about my love life. Could you-

I got you covered.

Thank you, you always have my
back, I so appreciate it.

I am so sorry--

No harm.

No, no, I completely
drenched you!

I'd hardly call it drenched.

My name's Hailey.

Sorry, what?

Hailey.
My name's Hailey.

My name's Jonas.

Hi.

Would you like another drink?

Should we go somewhere quieter?

Sure.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

...and I'm showing
these photographs

in court and they just...

I can't look at them anymore.

So I left the DA's office,

I went back to school,
got my psych degree,

became licensed and
now I'm a therapist.

Wow, that seems
like a pretty big

jump from putting
killers in prison.

Well not really, I still counsel

crime victims and
their families...

I'm sorry, I hate it when people

just talk about themselves.

I haven't asked
at all about you.

No, I was enjoying your
story, don't worry about it.

So, what brings you to Atlanta?

I really wanted to move back.

So you're from here?

Decatur, born and raised.
I went to Penn for college,

the best cheesesteaks in Philly,
and then med school at Columbia.

So you're a doctor
of the medical variety.

Indeed.

Wait, let me guess: you're here
for Darnell's retirement party,

and he's weirdly obsessed with
having perfect skin so you're...

a dermatologist?

No, but skin is one of
the many organs I examine.

I'm--

I'm sorry, could
you turn that up?

What is it?

I know that woman.

Dr. Laura Stone,

chief of Cardiac Surgery
at Atlanta Memorial.

Police were called to the
Buckhead home behind me

that Dr. Stone shares with
her husband,

trucking magnate Dewey Stone,

that was a little
over an hour ago.

We don't know much yet, but
a Police source says Dr. Stone

was found by a family member
just after nine tonight.

Back to you in the studio.

Sorry, I really do want
to hear about you,

but I'm very close with
that woman's daughter.

I totally understand.
Another time.

I'd like that.

Okay.

Bye.

Sorry, Ma'am, street's closed.

Officer, I'm a family
friend of the Stones,

I just heard what happened-

I can't let you through.

Rookies.

You have no earthly idea who
this young lady is, do you?

Go easy on him, Gino.

That's Hailey Dean
you're talking to.

She was in the DA's
office, she's one of us.

I was just following
your orders.

Here's another
one: let her in.

Amanda--

Hailey?

I'm so, so sorry.

How did you--

I heard on the news.

Bless you for being here.

We're gonna get you
through this, okay?

She was in the bathtub
and she wasn't breathing,

and I tried to give her CPR but

her lungs were
filled with water...

Okay, just take a
breath. Just breathe.

I am her husband and this
is her son, let us through.

Dad?

Amanda...
Sweetheart.

I tried to save her,
I swear I did...

Danny.

I didn't expect to see you here.

You know me, just popping up
when you least expect it.

How are your mom and dad?

They're good. They're
asking about you.

How well do you know the Stones?

I can't tell you that.

So Amanda's a patient?

You said it, not me. What
happened to Laura Stone?

Drowning. Looks
like she OD'd on

sleep meds and slid underwater.

Found a bottle of Zolpidem and
I'm guessing that's how she...

So what's the medical
examiner saying?

Nothing yet.

And you?

Leaning toward accidental,
but can't rule out intentional.

I mean, her own intention.
Which doesn't make sense.

It never does.

Ms. Dean?

Please call me
Hailey, Mr. Stone.

Dewey. I want to thank you
for being here for Amanda.

Of course.

I'm so sorry about what
happened to your wife.

She was so beautiful, strong.
I just don't understand!

Dewey, this is Detective
Danny Morgan.

He is like family and he will

take good care of you.

She was engaged to my
brother Will, so...

And I'm here if you need
anything at all. Any of you.

Is there anything that you
can tell us? Anything?

How or why this...

I promise, we're gonna tell you
as soon as we get some answers.

Right now, I need you
to come down to the precinct

so I can get your
statements. Hang tight.

You're not staying alone at
your condo tonight, are you?

No, I was having my
kitchen re-done.

I'm staying here.
That's why I found her.

Okay. I'll check
on you tomorrow.

Please.

♪ You, you broke your nose ♪

♪ Bring me to a place where
you've grown old ♪

♪ You sacrifice everything ♪

You keep showing up late for
work, they're gonna fire you.

Yeah, well you don't answer
your phone at night

or call back, you're gonna
give me a heart attack.

I had a work thing
and by the time it

was over you would've
been out cold.

You could've texted.

I thought Mom was bad,
she's got nothing on you.

Well, you gonna invite me in?

Dad, please, won't you come in?

Thank you!

That's something we
need to change.

Nothing needs to change.

Except maybe your clothes for
work and perhaps your attitude.

I have a routine, and my
attitude, which is not likely

to change, was no doubt
inherited from my father.

Which I guarantee you he
kicks himself for every day.

How do you want your eggs?

Scrambled and
fried up. By me.

Sorry, that's not on the menu.
You have patients waiting.

Just a few.

You don't want to be
late so get going.

When will you stop
sending me to my room.

Love ya.

Love ya more.

Nah, not possible.

Guys, the first rule
of couples therapy is

you don't pay your
therapist to stare at you.

You two do talk to
each other, right?

Like, about the weather,
your day at work,

what you're having for dinner?

Of course we do.

Good. Let's start there.

What do you wanna do for dinner?

What would you like to do--

Stop.

Did I say something wrong?

No. Why--

You flinched.

I didn't flinch.

You did. When I
tried to stop you.

Sue, do you talk that
way to Joe sometimes?

Like when I tried to stop him?

I... guess I
do. Sometimes.

More than sometimes.

Well, sometimes
that's what it takes

to get an answer out of you.

Why do you even need
an answer? Every time

you ask me what I want
for dinner, I tell you

and we wind up having
what you want anyway.

That is not true.

Believe me, it is true,
or I wouldn't say it.

Okay, now we're
getting somewhere.

How does that
make you feel, Joe?

Like what I say or want
doesn't matter to her.

He's never said that
to you, has he?

No, he hasn't.

And what do you
think about that?

I don't want him
to feel that way.

Joe, you're uncomfortable.

I just want her to be happy.

And I want you to be
happy, but you have

to tell me if you're
feeling that way.

Joe, I'm thinking that you
don't tell Sue things like this

because you don't wanna
upset the apple cart.

Yeah, something like that.

Your parents argued
a lot, didn't they?

How'd you know that?

Because that's where we
learn about relationships

from and you're trying
not to be them,

which I understand.

But when you're married
you have to feel free

to tell your
partner how you feel.

Okay, so I wanna see you
guys back here at the

end of the week, and
your homework is to listen.

To each other. Okay? And
just say what you feel, not

what you think the other
person is doing wrong. Got it?

Yeah.

Okay.

Thanks.

Another satisfied customer?

I hope so. It's like that
line from that movie:

"What we have here is
failure to communicate."

I really thought that
this marital stuff

would be easier than
counseling crime victims.

Trust me, there's nothing
easy about being married.

At least you have experience.

And it's people like
those two, who will teach

you what not to do
when it's your turn.

If and when that day comes.

It's coming.
I can feel it.

Now you can predict the future?

If you've been a therapist
as long as I have.

Amanda said you might stop by.

I don't want to intrude.

No, she'll be glad to
see you. Come on in.

Are you all staying here?

We were gonna go to my house
after we... after we cleaned up,

but my Dad wanted to stay so
I'm gonna hang with him.

How's he doing?

As you'd expect.

Your Mom had a lot
to be proud of.

Yeah, You don't know
the half of it.

Neither did she.

My wife's pregnant. We were
gonna tell my folks this week...

Tell your folks what?

Nothing important.

You're a saint for coming here.

I am a full-service shrink.
Did you get any sleep?

Hardly, we didn't get back
from the police station

'til almost four
o'clock in the morning.

How are the guys doing?

You know, trying to be
all macho and stoic.

I cry in front of them,

and they run out of the
room when they have to.

C'mon. Coffee's on and we're
about to go down memory lane.

Your wife was
beautiful in many ways.

She helped a lot of people.

Especially me.

That's why all of this is so
impossible to understand.

Dad, this isn't the time--

We need to make it the time.

She was too smart for
this to be an accident.

The idea that she would
do this to herself is--

Did she seem
troubled in any way?

Not to me.

Which is why it doesn't jibe.

If something were bugging her
she... she covered it up well.

She couldn't sleep.

Since when?

Since a week ago.

But she was
sleeping. Every night.

Because she got the pills.

Did she say what
was keeping her up?

She said she had a
patient that was going

south but I knew it
was something more.

I'm going to give
you guys your space.

You know, I remember
when Amanda was so

distraught when the idiot
Lance broke up with her.

Dad...

And I didn't want you
to go see a therapist,

but you went to Hailey.

And she helped you.

I was wrong...

So thank you.

For then... and now.

Dad...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my dad's not himself.

None of us are
thinking straight.

Please, don't
apologize. Just let me

know if there is
anything I can do.

The autopsy is today and we
should get her back by tomorrow.

There is one thing
that you could do.

Anything.

Come to her funeral.
For when I fall apart.

Of course.

When Aaron was born,
I told Laura that she

didn't have to go back to
work if she didn't want to.

Well, she gave me that Laura
look,

and if you knew her, you all
know what I'm talking about,

and said that staying home
was out of the question.

Continuing to practice
medicine was going to be

her way to show the kids that
the only time that money

really matters is when
you make a difference.

She's the reason our
daughter Amanda

is a nurse with her
eyes set on med school.

She's the reason our son, Aaron,

sits on the board of
three charities and donates,

both personally and on behalf
of our company, to many more.

Of course with Laura, being
family didn't stop with us.

If you were a friend,
a patient, a co-worker,

then you were family.

I think she chose to
go into heart surgery

because she had
the biggest heart of anyone

I've ever known.

And she had enough
to give to everyone.

She was the best person
I've ever known,

and probably ever will.

And she loved me so much...

and I so loved her.

And I can only aspire to
be the person she was.

Hailey, you're an angel...

it was a privilege to
honor her, and you.

Your words were very moving.

She knows she was loved.

Dad, maybe we should
get you a chair.

No, I'm fine. We'll
get through this.

We will get through this.

Thank you for being here.

It was a beautiful eulogy.

Let's us give our eternal
thanks to Aunt Hailey, for

whipping up lunch, though late
as it is, at the last second,

and thereby saving
me from myself.

I know a desperate
woman when I hear one.

I was desperate. They had me
come into the office yesterday

even though they know
Sam's in Baltimore.

Is that where Daddy went?

Yeah honey. He'll be
back in just a few days.

What's a eulogy?

It's a speech you give
at someone's funeral.

You mean like you did
when Snowball died.

That's right, honey.
Now eat some green beans.

I don't want any green beans.

Listen to your mother.

I gotta go.

Please stay and sit with us.

I mean I gotta go.

Excuse me.

She's inscrutable.

That's what makes
them so precious.

A little bit too much
of her aunt in her.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

How long is Sam gone for?

However long it takes
to find out how they

poured bad concrete
foundations for eighteen

houses and figures
out how to deal with it.

Sounds like those
missing windows Sam

had a few years back.
In fact, Dewey Stone

helped him out of that mess.

Is that true?

That truck was carrying Sam's
windows when it was hijacked.

Dewey called Sam immediately,

asked how much the windows cost.

Two hours later, a messenger
shows up in Sam's office

with a cheque from
Dewey for the full amount.

Kind of people you want
to do business with.

I just hope they make it
through all this okay.

Well, they will if
they're anything like us.

Danny, I have a feeling you
aren' t calling just to say hi.

I'm under the Cobb Parkway
Bridge and I can't talk.

You're gonna want to get
here as soon as you can.

Okay.

Start talking.

Precinct calls me at
three in the morning.

I get here, find the Fire
Department trying to

put out a whopper of a
car fire that flew off the

bridge and took a dirt nap
just short of the river.

Along with its driver, I assume?

That's why I called you.

The car was registered
to Dewey Stone.

Dewey? There's no way
he was out in the

middle of the night
in his condition.

Wow!

He's dead, isn't he?

Not just dead.
Vaporized.

Should I wake up
my brother and father?

This couldn't wait?

I'm sorry sir, but--

Have you seen Dad?
Because he's not in his room.

His car's not in the driveway?

I don't know how to
tell you this but...

This is Detective
Sheryl Montgomery,

I go by Monty, Ms. Dean. It is
an honor to finally meet you.

Well, the honor is mine.
Please call me Hailey.

I didn't know you two were--

It's only temporary.
Monty works Homicide.

They sent her up here
to work this with me.

They're all set up in room A.

You're welcome to
listen in if you'd like.

I will take you up on that.

Can I talk to Amanda
when you're done?

Sure, as long as
I'm in the room.

I meant privately.

I know what you meant.
I need to be there.

No you don't.

Yes I do. Because
if you're alone

with her and she
confesses then--

Confesses?
To what?

You can't believe them
dying four days apart

from other than natural
causes is a coincidence.

Of course I don't.

Well, neither do we.

That's why we brought them in,

and that's why Monty's
here from homicide.

Them? You think they both
could be involved in this?

Amanda and Aaron
are not murderers.

They have a whole lot to gain
with both their parents dead.

Money does not
make them killers.

Like Will and the guy who
shot him over a few bucks?

Money makes plenty of
people killers and victims.

You and I should know
that better than anyone.

Dad said he needed to
get out of the house.

So he was going to the office

to check in and
take care of a few things.

Did you hear from
him after he left?

No. I tried calling
him once or twice,

but it just went
straight to voicemail.

I figured he turned
the thing off.

Was there anything
pressing at the

office he'd need to deal with?

Not that I know of.

He seemed okay.

I actually thought
focusing on something else

might do him some good.

Had he taken anything
to calm him down?

Maybe had a drink?

One scotch, about an
hour before he left.

I asked if he was okay to drive.

He said he was fine.

Fine being a relative term,
under the circumstances.

None of us have been ourselves
lately, but especially him.

He wasn't eating or sleeping.
I actually... I suggested

that he talk to Hailey
but he was so stubborn--

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--

It's okay. Being angry's part of
grieving and you need to grieve.

I just... I can't believe
he would do this to us.

You think he killed himself.

He loved my Mom so much.

He was a strong guy
but she was his rock.

I don't think he could take the
thought of living without her.

He's been an empty
shell since the funeral.

Like the man I knew
growing up was gone.

But he said nothing
to make you suspect

that he meant to
do himself harm.

No. He just...
walked out.

Like he always did. Not
even a goodbye, nothing.

Maybe he decided on
the spur of the moment.

I think he decided the
night he heard my Mom died.

He wanted to make
sure she was put

safely to rest before
he joined her.

I never should've
let him go alone.

Dad didn't approve of boyfriend,
not Stone family material.

Got Mom on board too.
They didn't support her

relationship and she wished
they were both dead.

You really need to get a life.

Tell me something I don't know.

You also need to get dressed
before your patients show up.

I cancelled
them. All but one.

Amanda Stone?

I was going through my
notes. She came to me last

year because of a bad
breakup with a boyfriend.

She blamed her parents for
driving a wedge between

them and she told me that
she wished they were dead.

You would've called the police
if you thought she meant it.

But what if I missed something?

Your instincts are too good to
have missed something like that.

And unless you think she's gonna
hurt herself or someone now--

No, I don't.

You're right, I
should just let it go.

That's my girl.

And I need to go.
I... gosh, okay.

Al, I remember when
you were pushing

perps into prison
instead of paper.

Beats shrinking
heads for a living.

Don't knock it 'til you try it.

So how's my girl?

I'm fine, I'm just
pretty exhausted.

Night on the town?

No, I fell asleep in my office.

You need to get a life.

Why do I keep hearing that?

So, I'm feeling like you
didn't just stop by to

say hi after visiting a
sick friend or relative.

Nope. I came here
just to see you.

And to ask for a huge favor.

I should make you get a warrant.

Al, I'm not a DA anymore!

This is my hide
on the line here.

Don't worry, it's
just between us.

Ever any trouble with either
Laura or Amanda Stone?

Laura Stone walked
on water, as far as

this hospital's concerned,
and for good reason.

And Amanda's just following
in her footsteps.

Never any threats, stalkers?

No, nothing like that.

Welcome.

Alright!

Now, 15 years working homicide

tells me this is all
just a horrible tragedy.

What are we looking
for specifically?

I'll know it when I see it.

One of the features of the
pharmacy software is that it

red flags any doc who self
prescribes even an aspirin.

Because you've had some abuse?

Show me a hospital that hasn't.

Laura Stone has no flags.

This is her record?

This is the pharmacy's record
of all filled prescriptions.

Here's her prescription log.

There's a yellow flag.
What does that mean?

She ordered a
prescription from a

terminal other than
her usual ones.

Which are?

For Laura, her office,
Cardiac ICU and the

surgical units where
her patients are.

Where was this one from?

Nurses' station, OB GYN unit.

That's where Amanda
works. What's the date?

Five days ago.

Day before she died.
And the drug?

Just what you
said: Zolpidem.

But it must've been cancelled.

How would you know?

Because her name didn't come up

on the master prescription list.

I'm going into the video
surveillance system.

For the pharmacy?

OB unit. Day and time the
prescription was entered, and...

No.

I'll be... that's
not Laura Stone.

Nope. It's
her daughter.

What's going on here?

Ms. Stone, we have a warrant
to search the premises,

including all
electronic devices.

I'll need your cell
phone, please.

What are they looking for?

Just cooperate with them.

Why do you want my cell phone?

Amanda, please--

Do they think I
murdered my mother?

Nobody's jumping to
any conclusions.

That's not what's written on
this warrant... and your face.

Amanda, what is all this?

Ms. Stone, what is this?

It's my mother's
username and password

for the hospital's
pharmacy system.

Why do you have my
sister's phone?

We're going to need you
to come to the precinct.

What?

No! Don't say a word. To either
of them, until I call a lawyer!

This is you at the terminal
at your nurses' station.

Yes, that's where I work.

You have your own username
and password for the system.

Of course I do.

But on this day you used your
mother's username and password.

Yes, I did.

Can you tell us why?

Mom came to the
unit to talk to me.

She hadn't been sleeping well.

Did she tell you why?

I couldn't get her to.

She hadn't been
herself for a few days.

How do you mean?

You know, bothered, agitated.

I even said if there
was something wrong

that she should tell
me but if there was,

she wouldn't.

So you got her the sleep meds?

I told her she should take
a half dose of Zolpidem.

But she was afraid
that it would make her

too drowsy to operate,
so we decided that

she should try it
over the weekend.

She was going to put the
information into the system

when she got paged
by Cardiac ICU,

so I did it for her.

Look, Amanda. You see
we have the video here.

But that's not all we have.

We're asking you questions we
already know the answers to.

So the only way to help yourself
is by being honest with us.

Your mother came up
to see you hours

before you logged
in using her identity.

She couldn't function.
She wouldn't listen to me.

I just wanted to help
her. I thought if I could

get the meds that
she would try them.

Why didn't you just say that?

Because of how it looks.

Lying looks a lot worse.

I was only doing it for her.

Why'd you cancel the order?

Because I realized she
could get into trouble too

if anyone knew I had
her login information.

Then where did the Zolpidem
she took come from?

I ordered it from Zuber's
Pharmacy in Buckhead.

Using her prescription codes.

Which is perfectly legal.

Nurses do it for
doctors all the time.

Sara, we're in the
middle of an interview.

Not anymore you're not.

I'm Sara Long. Mr. Stone
hired me to represent you.

Have you even given
her miranda rights?

Of course we have, and she
has agreed to the interview.

I don't need an attorney.

Yes, you do.

Not another word with her
unless I'm in the room present.

Sara.

Hailey. Mr. Stone told me you
might be behind all of this.

I have an interest.

Yeah, you do. A gaping
conflict of interest.

That's what you've got.

I haven't broken
any confidentiality.

That remains to
be seen, doesn't it?

But for right now,

I want to work with
my client, alone!

And Danny, can you cut
off all these recording

devices in this room?
Every single one of them?

Sure.

Would they really do this?
Are they even capable of it?

Either way they have enough
money to pay someone who is.

If Amanda is guilty of
anything more than what

she admits to, she's too
smart not to lawyer up.

Or she knows it was Aaron's play
and doesn't want to rat him out.

Look, I know you both
are just doing your jobs,

and I'm trying really
hard to stay objective.

But I just don't see
either of them as killers.

Still, you understand why we
have to go down this road.

Thing is, we can't charge
either Aaron or Amanda

with murder or anything
else until we get a

manner of death from the
medical examiner.

Doctor McClellan?

This is a restricted area.

Can we talk for a moment? It's
about Laura and Dewey Stone.

I'm kind of busy at the moment.

Got it um... I was just
wondering if you know

whether they died
accidentally or intentionally?

Are you a family member? Because
I can't talk to just anyone.

No, I'm not, but I'm actually
helping the family through this.

My name is Hailey Dean.

You shouldn't be in here.

Wait a second, I know that
voice and those eyes.

Jonas.

Hi.

Hi!

I did say I'm a doctor.

You also said that
you examine skin,

and apparantly everything else!

Yeah, I'm Sorry you...
had to see that.

I've seen my share of autopsies.
Can I buy you lunch?

I'm unfortunately still working
through the rest of the day so--

Got it. Can I just
ask you one question?

You're not with the DA's
office anymore, right?

No, I'm not, but I am sort of
working with Danny Morgan--

With your background
you should know

I can't talk about an
ongoing investigation.

I understand, I just
want a little infor--

Look, until the toxicology
report comes in,

Laura Stone's death
is officially inconclusive.

Some physical
evidence would help too.

As for Mr. Stone, all
I have is a pile of ashes

and bone fragments
so badly burned,

my lab can't extract any DNA.

I can't even say that
is Dewey Stone.

Now is there anything else?

No. You've made yourself
perfectly clear.

Hailey?

Are you trying to get me fired?

I'm sorry, I had to know.

So you ditched me and tried to
Hailey the good doctor, just

two weeks on the job, into
seeing things your way.

Maybe? I'm sorry, some
people, like the doctor,

are a little more intense at
work than they are socially.

Yeah, don't I know it.

Where've you been?

Mucking up my life, as usual.

Care to share?

I just made a big mistake
with a guy I kinda like.

So you've been
holding out on me.

It was nothing.
Just a beer.

But thanks for
making it about you.

We're gonna talk later, but
you have a patient waiting.

No I don't. Not this week.

He said it's urgent.

Hi.

Hey, um...

Can I say I am sorry?

I get a bit intense
while I'm working.

Me too. And I shouldn't have
tried bluffing my way in.

Not that it worked.

I would very much like
to make it up to you.

Same here. I know
just the place.

See, I told you!

They're almost as good as
the ones you get in Philly.

You are right, Hailey Dean.

For some reason, I believe
you are rarely wrong.

And it's made with
real sliced American.

So you are a
cheesesteak connoisseur.

You spend a lot of
time in Philadelphia?

My wife and I went
to college there--

You're married?

Was. Christina and I moved
to New York after college,

so I could go to Med School.
We got married there.

Did you do the same
work up there too?

Seven years with the New York
City Medical Examiner's office.

Until you needed to be near
family so you moved home.

Nobody told me you
were a mind reader.

I just had a feeling,
maybe you needed

some support when you
and Christina split up.

Actually um... she--

No.

Breast cancer.

I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.

It was five years ago.

I'm sorry, I had no plans to
make our first date so morbid.

It's okay.

My fiance was killed.

We were mugged and he gave
the guy his wallet but...

he still got shot.

What was his name?

Will.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I still have my
moments. You must too.

It was a long time ago.

That's what I always say.

I have to take this.

Danny, make it fast!

No!

I'll be right there.

What is it?

Someone made Dewey and Laura
Stones' personal fortune

disappear, and they're
taking Danny off the case.

The accounts were
emptied at 4:35 AM,

one day before Dewey
went off the bridge.

How much?

Eight million and change.

And the bank has no idea
where the money went?

No, sir. All
they said was:

"Untraceably wired to
unknown locations."

They've called in
the FBI directly.

And we can't tie any of this
to Amanda or Aaron Stone?

As far as we can
tell Aaron is clean.

And other than using her
mother's information to fill

that sleeping pill
prescription, so is Amanda

eight million in
cash and control of

Dewey's multi million
dollar business is

a lot of motive for them
to kill their parents.

Except it's the
reason they didn't.

If they had the
sophistication to rip off

their parents and make eight
million dollars disappear,

they wouldn't need
to kill anyone.

Who let you in here?

Your boss. I explained
everything to him and he agreed.

You went over
my head? Again?

In fact, Captain Quinn, if
Dewey knew that he was flat

broke he'd have reason to
drive off that bridge.

Don't get me wrong.

I did not want to
believe Aaron or Amanda

were in on this but I had to
consider the possibility

and now that the money's gone,
it doesn't make any sense.

Would you excuse
us for a moment please?

Yes sir.

Danny Morgan deserves
to stay on this case.

So he can feed you information?

Because he's
worked his tail off.

He knows it inside out.

You're not a DA anymore,
meaning you're not on the team.

Even when you were on the team
you never were a team player.

Depends on whose team
you were on, doesn't it?

You wanted to clear a
case, I wanted the truth.

I'm just trying to help here.

Please, I've had
enough of your help

to last me several lifetimes.

You do know that living in your
past is holding you back, right?

Funny, because I was
sure your messing in

my business is what's
holding me back.

The Carlisle murder?

You had the wrong guy.
I found the right one.

Do you know how many
times I've been passed

over for promotion
because of that case?

So many that your own troops
call you Captain Forever?

How do you know that?

Instead of owning your
own mistake, you're

shifting the blame to the
one person who saved

your bacon from being fired.
Taking it out on him?

My mother calls that cutting off
your nose to spite your face.

Meaning--

Punishing him is
punishing yourself.

Nobody knows more about
this case than Danny.

Then I'll make you a deal.

You stay away from
him, he stays with us.

You spite me by sticking
your nose in my business,

I will ban him from Homicide
for as long as I'm here.

Which, as you've
pointed out, could be forever.

B-bye!

Okay.

Hey! What happened?

I'm sorry, Danny, I gotta run.

Something wrong?

Patient emergency. I'll catch up
with you when I can. Good luck.

You can't just walk away.

I have to. And you need to walk
away from me until this is over.

I owe you big for the
Stones' bank info.

I'll just put it on your tab.

Which I seem to keep running up.

Nothing a good steak
dinner won't settle.

When this is done.

It's done according to Quinn.

He's not the boss of you.

Danny Morgan's wanted to
work Homicide since the

day Will was murdered.
Quinn is holding his

career over my head
unless I back off.

Quinn's paranoia is not
unknown in these parts.

And you saved him from
a false arrest lawsuit,

why he has a burr
in his behind--

Why doesn't matter.

Danny's future is more important
than me playing detective.

He wants me to stay away,
I'll stay away.

From the case. He can't keep
you away from your patients.

Amanda.

They just let me off
suspension. You can't be here.

We need to talk, please.

I knew getting the
drugs for my mother

and how I did it was stupid.

You wanted to
help her, I get it.

Then you don't think I
murdered my mother?

I didn't want to think
it ever, but I had to know.

And there's no way you
or Aaron were involved.

I knew you'd come
around. But why?

So, here's the bad news:
eight million dollars

of your parents'
money has disappeared

into cyberspace from
their personal accounts.

When?

The day of your
mother's funeral.

So, to answer your question,
if you or Aaron were involved,

if you killed them, I mean...
you'd be on a beach in Brazil

or some country we
couldn't extradite you from.

We've gotta tell the police.

They already know. But they're
still not convinced you and

Aaron are innocent and I'm
persona non grata with them now.

Then what do we do now?

We're gonna need
your brother's help.

What do you mean you don't
know? It's your bank!

This is not a good time
for you to be here.

Did something happen?

Yeah, our CFO is
telling me there's

some discrepancy with the bank.

You may wanna sit
down for this--

I already know about the missing
money. Ms. Dean here told us.

How would she know?
The bank didn't even know

'til they saw the
transaction this morning.

This morning? No,
that money went

missing the day
before Dewey died.

Are we talking about the same
money here?

Because Hailey's talking about
our parents' personal accounts.

I don't have access to those.

I'm talking about the
corporation's capital account.

How much?

11 million. Gone.

Plus the eight our parents had.

How does 19 million
dollars just disappear?

The only thing
that matters is that

you had nothing to do with it.

Which you need to
tell the police, right away.

Hey!

I'm okay. You need to get out of
here before someone tells Quinn!

Quinn's the one who sent me.

He and I made a deal.

Which I'm breaking on behalf of
both of you. I told him nobody's

gonna tell me who I can
talk to and if you don't--

No. Go back to him,
apologize and tell

him I'm keeping my
end of the bargain.

That's over, too. After
what happened here,

you're in this thing
whether he likes it or not.

Okay. It was a white van,
lights off.

I was too busy diving
out of the way,

I didn't get a make
or a tag, I'm sorry.

Me too. You were right
about Amanda and Aaron.

Hailey!

Let 'em through!
She's okay.

Hailey!

You called my parents?

Don't be harsh with him.
Your neighbor called us!

Your neighbor across the
street, Mrs. Koening.

Mrs. K needs to mind
her own business.

You need to come with us
until this all blows over.

I am not bringing this
to your doorstep, Mom.

Anything you can do?

I'm pretty sure my
boss'll authorize

a cruiser parked outside.

No, the last thing this city
needs is two police officers

sitting outside my house
wasting their time.

Don't worry, I'm ignoring her.

Daniel Morgan!

Excuse me, I should get
a statement from Mrs. K.

My gosh!
He has some nerve.

He's just looking out for you.

I'm perfectly capable
of protecting myself.

Of course you are, dear.

And we're just here to
make sure that you do that.

I didn't ask for tea.

You didn't have to.

You two really need to get
home and hit that hay.

Dad's got work tomorrow.

And he's staying here tonight.

I love you guys to death,
but you don't need to baby me.

It doesn't matter.
As long as we're

still breathing,
you are still our baby.

Mom.

And it will always be our
job to look after you.

And it's a job we like a lot.

And there's nothing you
can do to stop us.

So... sip your tea.

Mom.

And deal with it.

I just do what she says.

You're no help.

About time.

I don't need protection.

Not my first choice.

You better dust the
cobwebs off that thing.

Give me a little credit for
taking it out of the safe.

When's the last time you
even fired that thing?

Long enough ago I
actually booked time

at the firing range
to re-acquaint myself.

I'm gonna go walk to my car now.

Make no mistake, I will cuff
you if you don't cooperate.

Alright, well if I'm
stuck with you,

then at least badge me
into the crime lab.

What's the occasion?

I've been invited to view the
remains of Dewey Stone's

car, and I'm gonna take
you as my guest.

The odd couple rides again.

Who'd have thunk it?

Fincher!

Yeah.

The car.

Yeah.

It's a little stinky.

Yeah, I know.

Did you have a burrito?

Don't worry about that.

Honestly, I've never seen
a car burned this bad.

Or a body burned
as bad as Dewey's.

So, correct me if I'm wrong, but
an explosion alone is not enough

to do this to the car or reduce
Dewey to ash and bone fragments.

Well, it would've
killed him for sure,

but other than that,
yeah, you're spot on.

Even with the blast
the hottest a gas fire

in a car would get
maybe 1500 degrees.

Cremating a body takes
at least 2000 degrees,

or a sustained burn for 12
hours at a lower temperature.

And we know the fire was
put out long before that.

Sounds like you're
leaning toward

some kind of super-accelerant.

How'd the fire department know
there was a car fire out there?

Bunch of calls to
911. All anonymous,

all but one from cell phones.

And the one that wasn't
from a cell phone?

Made from a pay
phone outside a market

near the bridge,
this side of the river.

Who even uses pay
phones anymore?

Somebody who wants
to be invisible.

Something I can help you find?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

Do you know if your
surveillance cameras work?

I sure hope so.
Are you police?

No. But there was an accident
up the road a few nights ago.

Up by the river.

Yeah, things have been getting
a little crazy around here.

Denise, you need something?

I'm fine, Henry.
Don't mind me.

She seem nervous to you?

Well, it's not like her, to
leave her cola and chips.

So she's a a regular.

Yes, ma'am. You could
set your clock to her.

Here you go, thanks!

Excuse me ma'am.

Henry said that you
would want this.

Henry should mind
his own business.

And I didn't pay for it.

I'm sorry, I don't mean
to make you uncomfortable.

I saw you on the TV news.
You're the special prosecutor.

I was. I haven't
worked in the

DA's office in a
couple of years.

Henry said your name was Denise.

Is it okay if I call you that?

There's no need to be
afraid, Denise. I promise.

Can we talk a few minutes?

Before your time as prosecutor,

my husband was stabbed
on his way home from work.

He died before the
ambulance arrived.

I'm so sorry.

My fiance was murdered by a
mugger right in front of me.

I'm sorry.

Did the police find him?

No.

That's why I became
a prosecutor.

Bunch of people saw
what happened to

my husband but they
wouldn't tell the police.

Why'd you stop
being a prosecutor?

It was time. I help
people a different way now.

That's why you're here.
About the accident?

I knew the man who was killed.

Did he have a family?

Two grown kids, and they
were just devastated

because they lost both
parents in the same week.

Both parents?

Yeah, they were gonna
become grandparents.

Their daughter in
law is pregnant.

I work the night shift at
the 24 hour cleaners over

at Vinings. Clock out
at 1:45 every morning,

come back here to the market,
get my cola and go home.

That night I was
going over the bridge

and this car was
coming right at me.

It went over the guard rail
and down toward the river.

I stopped my car
and got out, looked

back at the car
and it was on fire.

I mean, not any fire
I've ever seen,

It was sputtering, white
flames, like fireworks.

And then, it blew up.

I knew if anybody
was still in that car,

they couldn't have
survived that.

I don't have a cell phone,

so I drove here to
the market, called the

police on the pay
phone and I went home.

Why were you afraid
of me in the store?

Because of what the man said.

What man?

He called me at my house
yesterday morning.

Warned me not to talk to police.

Or something would happen?

I would... I'd wind up like
the dead man in that car.

Good news, your witness's
description completely

explains what consumed
Dewey Stone and his car.

Meaning it wasn't your garden
variety gas explosion.

No. This is iron slag.

Now it's not indigenous to the
banks of the Chattahoochee,

nor is it the end product
of a gas explosion.

What it is, is the
end product of the

sputtering white flames
of a thermite reaction.

Is that some kind of explosive?

It's not an explosive exactly.
It's used commercially for

welding mostly, how it works
is it exposes small areas

to scorching temperatures
piece by piece.

How scorching?

As much as 4000 degrees.

That's about three times hotter

than molten lava from a
volcano, so it's pretty hot.

Hot enough
to fuse glass from sand,

vaporize pavement, melt
just about anything.

Including a human body.

Yes, in a closed, confined
space.

In a car, I doubt
it would've gotten

much hotter than 2500 degrees.

Then why not these screws?

Good question. These
were found on scene but

as far as I know they have
nothing to do with that car.

So, anybody can do this?

Pretty much. All you need
is aluminum powder,

which you can buy
in any hardware store,

and iron oxide which
is basically just--

Rust?

Yes!

I got A's in Chemistry.
Did you know that?

No.

So how much of this stuff would
it have taken to do in Dewey?

A lot more than what these
guys had, that's for sure.

It's used mostly for
welding heavy steel.

Well, this all makes
perfect sense to me.

Does it at all influence your
scientific opinion, Jonas?

Indeed it does.

I'm comfortable ruling
the manner of death

of the remains found
in the car as homicide...

And Laura Stone's death as well.

The toxicology report?

She had more than 200
milligrams of Zolpidem

in her system when she died.

Literally more than
enough to kill a horse.

That sounds like suicide to me.

Problem is, there's 190
milligrams unaccounted for.

Except there was only
one 10 milligram pill

out of 30 missing from
the bottle I found.

You could've mentioned
that little factoid

about the missing pill.

I thought you knew.

The only way I'd know
is you telling me.

Unlike you, most of
us are mere mortals.

You know, imperfect, forgetful.

I'm sorry. You know
I get this way.

Usually when something's
racking your brain.

Right now it's who
would hate Dewey

enough to go to
all that trouble.

Obviously someone
works for a company

that makes thermite or uses it.

Or moves it.

How did you know?

She always knows.
What've you got?

This is last week at our depot
in Anderson, South Carolina.

Those containers have
thermite in them?

They're kits. They're used to
weld railroad tracks together.

The night before Dewey died.

Why are we just seeing this now?

Because we didn't know
until this morning until the

driver of that load came
up two containers short.

Your security didn't catch it?

No. There was no sign someone
broke in or cut our fence.

So it was an inside job.

Or planned with help from
someone on the inside.

Can we see the other video
surveillance from that night?

That threatening call to Denise
was made from a pay phone in

a strip mall up in Alpharetta.
No prints and no witnesses.

Whoa, can you run it back.

What'd you see?

That is the same van that tried
to run me down outside my house.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.
Can you get a tag?

Yeah.

Where was this taken?

Anderson, South Carolina.

Well, I guess I gotta call
the police up there too.

Too? You've already
called the police here?

Car's three days overdue.
We report them lost or

stolen after 24 hours and
no contact from the renter.

Rented with a Dewey Freight
corporate credit card by--

Raymond Kuttner, 51,
of El Paso, Texas.

He's our boy.

You know, of all the
people I would've

thought could pull
something like this off,

Ray Kuttner wouldn't be
anywhere on that list.

So you do know him.

Yeah, I met him once years ago.

My Dad had to go to the El Paso
hub so he took me with him.

Kuttner's wife thinks he's out
of town on company business.

If he was, I'd know about it.

For sure he has no
reason to be in Atlanta.

Ray runs... ran,
our West Texas operation.

Sounds like a big job.

Regional hub chief,
highest middle

management position
in the company.

Maybe he wanted something more
and your Dad wouldn't go for it.

No, it's the opposite of that.

My Dad offered him an executive
job here. He turned it down.

He didn't want to
move his family.

I'm telling you, this
doesn't make any sense.

Except...

What?

Our computer system.

Hub chief would have
administrator access.

Probably how he knew
he'd find the thermite

up in South Carolina.
Could he have emptied

the capital account with
his level of access?

I don't know. My IT guys would
though, I'll get them on it.

Kuttner tried to run me
down. If he's got it in for

you and Amanda, you
guys could be in danger.

We're not gonna
take any chances here.

We're getting you,
your family and your sister

24 hour protection until
we lock this guy up.

Thank you.

You know what else I
remember about Kuttner?

He seemed like a nice guy.

I'm sure he did.
They always do.

Okay, I'll see you
back at the office.

Any luck?

Monty showed Kuttner's mug
around. If he was here,

no one she talked to saw him.
Security folks are gonna

check their surveillance
video, see if he pops.

We need to check Kuttner for
aliases and a police record.

You mean Monty
and I need to check.

She's the supervising detective.

Yeah, that's what I meant.

I just get a little stuck
on the "we" thing.

Good. Now go
do something that

has nothing to
do with this case.

As a matter of fact,
I have a date.

Really?

This is your idea of a date,
you need to get a life.

And I'm done wondering
why you're single.

What's your excuse?

I can't find anybody--

Who understands
you the way I do?

You gotta stop doing that.

I speak only the truth.

Sometimes that is the problem.

What are we looking for exactly?

I'll know it when I find it.

And you brought me along for--

Comic relief.

You don't trust the crime
scene folks anymore?

Of course I do.
I just have a--

A feeling! You're having one of
those feelings, aren't you?

Is that something important?

It looks like the one Trey
showed me in the lab.

What were you saying?

You know how many times I
heard heard you say,

"I just had one of
those feeling, Finch."

Whoa! Is that a
water moccasin?

You are such a city person.

Yeah, through and through.

I don't like snakes Hailey.

Not a screw this time?

What does this look like to you?

It's 50 yards away
from the scene Hailey.

It's charred.

The car exploding
could've blown it this far.

It's certainly light enough.

That's thin, but okay
how're you gonna

know if it's
something important?

You know what they say:
If the screw fits...

Wow.

That was funny!

No, that wasn't.

Come on!
I made one joke!

Well, it works... except
the screw is too long.

It looks like it's supposed
to attach to something.

May I ask what possessed you?

Because every piece of
metal you found there

was either melted or twisted
except for these screws,

and this thing, whatever it is.

I'll run some
tests on the metal,

maybe that'll get some answers.

Kick, kick, kick, kick!
Ooh, good punch!

That ninja got me.
Okay, you got it. Shoot!

My guy died.

Pizza's on.

You keep playing okay?
You still got guys.

Aunt Hailey's gonna
take a break.

Okay!

So who's this doctor
I keep hearing about?

Dad overheard you on the phone.

Eavesdropped, you mean?

It's called "private
life" for a reason.

I mean seriously. Where does
she get the energy from?

Try living with one. I
couldn't stand it, you know.

What, playing arcade games?

Staying home. The whole
housefrau routine.

What do you mean?

No adult contact, conversation.

Feeling like my brain
was slowly dissolving.

I love her to death,
but I hated not working.

'Til I went back to work. Now I
hate not being home for her.

You never said anything.

To you or anyone. Even
thinking it embarrasses me.

Keeping it in is no good either.

Says the expert.

I'm very, very
good at what I do.

Being a therapist
or keeping it in?

Because you excel at both.

Have you ever known me
not to speak my mind?

You haven't answered my
question. The doctor?

We met at a party,
we hit it off.

End of story.

That's always end
of story for you.

It doesn't have to be.

Maybe that's the way I want it.

It's not.

How do you know?

You said maybe.

Look, I stayed home
after Parker was born

because I thought
it was what Sam wanted.

And it was all in my messed
up, post-partum head.

What I'm trying to say,

and please don't take
this as an insult,

Will was murdered
more than a decade ago,

and you don't need to keep
looking for his approval.

That's not what I'm doing.

Isn't it?

You're running around
trying to solve a murder

and you're not
even a DA anymore.

Who are you even doing this for?

You've taken care of me,
Mom and Dad all of your life.

Then your victims and their
families, and now your patients.

When are you gonna
stop living everyone

else's life and start
living one of your own?

Mommy!
Come play with me!

Sorry. I will
be right back.

Well, I can already tell
something's different.

So, who wants to start?

I can!
- I will!

Okay, you start.

Okay. Well, we got home
that night after we saw you,

and she asks me what
I want for dinner.

And he says he wanted steak,
potatoes and green beans.

But she says she's in the
mood for some pasta something

or other. So I just turn around
and walk out to cut the lawn.

I'm all angry like coming here
to see you didn't mean a thing.

And I was mad because he
just walked away from me.

But, I come back after the
lawn's all cut, and there it is.

On the table. Steak,
baked potato, green beans.

And pasta primavera
with a little

pesto and sundried tomatoes.

Wow, well that sounds
like real progress.

What did you guys talk
about over dinner?

Why we weren't talking before.

She means, like, really talking.

So you guys have been
married what, eight months?

Nine. Almost.

I'll bet the first few months
were amazing until you

got to the point where
you had to come here.

Yeah, that's exactly
what happened.

You know why? Because everyone
thinks something magical happens

when you take those vows.

But the real magic
is in learning how

not just to be married
to each other,

but to be part of a marriage.

If you're gonna be partners,

you have to love who
the other person is,

and see the good in them always.

Arguments, bad things
are gonna happen.

But what's gonna
keep you together

is learning how to work
through the bad stuff,

let it go, and then move on.

That's what you told them?

Too much?

You almost made me cry.

I will take that
as a compliment.

Well, I couldn't help it.

Do you know what the hardest
thing is about our profession?

Staying cool in the
face of insanity?

Practicing what we preach.

Does my Mom or sister
have you on retainer?

I'm just saying. You have
a gift for this work.

Give yourself the gift
of your own insight.

My office mate told me
that I needed to practice

what I preach, so I
thought I'd see a doctor.

You might want to
think about seeing

someone with a different
medical specialty.

If I were here about
your medical specialty

we would not be having
this conversation.

I was talking with Danny Morgan.

He worships the
ground you walk on.

Danny's a good man.

He is, and a good friend.

It sounds like you've
been through a lot.

It's okay if you're not
ready. I understand.

I don't think you do understand.

I... I really
like you, Jonas.

I like you too.

Thank you for
putting up with me.

You're welcome.

Then you may be glad to
know I am a patient man.

You don't have to be patient.

I should get that but
I really don't want to.

No no, It's okay. You don't
have to justify it.

They found Ray Kuttner.

You're sure it's Kuttner?

Desk clerk's a news junkie.
Saw a photo of Kuttner

we released to the media
and called it in.

How long's he been here?

Checked in two days ago.
Paid cash, told the manager

no calls, no housekeeping
and do not disturb.

I'm sure they're used to
requests like that.

Anyone get a read
on his transpo?

Yeah, a beat up, 20 year old
Taurus and it's not here.

All that bank and
he drives a beater

and holes up in
a place like this.

Makes him invisible.

We've got SWAT and the
cavalry on standby.

We're gonna hang out
here 'til he gets back.

Sounds like fun!
I've got a plans.

You don't have plans.

See? She never wants
to do the dirty work.

Why you gotta be
like that Daniel.

Daniel?

I told you not to "Daniel" me!

I'm sorry.

B'bye!

Bye!

Okay, see ya.

Whoa. Feds are
in the house.

Yeah, masters of
the low profile.

Special Agent In Charge Gannon,
please. It's Hailey Dean.

Yeah, I'm calling about
Raymond Kuttner...

I don't need a babysitter.

Did I miss a phone call from
Danny saying Kuttner's in cuffs?

No.

Then it ain't over. Go
and enjoy your evening.

Alright, I'll call you
if I hear anything.

Right back atcha.

You do miss the hunt, don't you.

Sometimes.

Daniel. You've
got company.

Indeed we do. Standing
here with us, thanks to you.

Naturally, they can't tell
me why or they'd have

to kill themselves before
their boss beat them to it.

According to their boss,
Kuttner's been running his own

importing business using
Dewey's El Paso depot.

He's running drugs across
the border from Juarez?

Using Dewey's
trucks for legit runs.

No wonder the feds want him.

Hey, I thought you had a
family dinner tonight.

I do. I just came to get my
car. Fincher dropped me off.

I dont need protection.

Save it. Just pretend
it's not there.

I know you mean well.

Believe it or not, I'm
not the one to thank.

Captain Quinn insisted.

I think he's taken
a shine to you.

I certainly hope not.

Hello?

Hey, it's Trey at the lab. I
need to ask you a question.

Shoot.

This metal rod you brought in.
Where exactly did you find it?

About fifty yards north
of the crash site. Why?

It has traces of gasoline on it,

so most likely it
was in Dewey's car.

But why didn't the
thermite reaction bend it?

Good question! You're
getting really good at this!

Well, it's titanium, the
one metal that all but

the hottest thermite
reaction can't destroy.

Probably why build
tanks with it.

I don't remember seeing any
tank tracks at the crash site.

Do you think Dewey's Cadillac
could have had titanium parts?

Possible, but they'd
have to be custom.

It's pretty unusual. I'll
keep looking tomorrow.

Okay, keep me
posted. Thanks.

Some of us actually sleep.

Yeah, not me. You can
positively identify Dewey now.

Why, did you find new evidence?

That rod I found
at the crash site.

The lab says it's titanium,
so I search 'titanium rod'

and it looks like a rod you
use to fix a broken leg.

A tibial intramedullary
rod? You're sure?

Yes! I knew you
would know exactly

what I was talking about.

Hailey, if you're right,
that rod can't be-

Wait, hold on.
Kuttner's on the news.

Hailey! Listen to me.

That rod can't be Dewey's.
He never broke his leg.

Why didn't I see it?

See what?

Kuttner without his beard,
he looks like Dewey's twin.

Dewey's not dead--

What?

Hailey?

He's still breathing, And if
you behave yourself so will you.

Hi, it's Hailey.
Leave a message.

Hailey, it's Jonas.
You just called me.

Can you call me back
when you get this?

What did you do to him?

Nothing that I won't do to you.

Was Kuttner your escape plan?

And now it's you.
Get in the car.

Go!

Hi, it's Hailey,
leave a message.

Hailey, it's Monty.
Call us when you get this.

Try again...

Jonas, can I call you back?

We're kinda busy right now-

Danny, I've been trying
to get ahold of you.

I was on the phone
with Hailey and there

was a lot of noise and
the line went dead.

Like it ran out of juice?

There was a commotion,
and then nothing.

I tried calling her back but
it went straight to voicemail.

We've got a cop in a cruiser
outside of her house.

Danny, listen to me.
Dewey stone is alive.

Dewey Stone, are you crazy?

That rod Hailey found
out by the bridge

is a surgical nail used
to repair broken legs.

Dewey Stone never broke his leg.

He wasn't in the car.
The rod was Kuttner's.

Okay, stand by, we're
sending police to Hailey's.

41-10, signal 63, possible 21
at Wesley Drive Northwest.

You're quite the actor.

That was a beautiful eulogy
you gave for your wife.

You had us all fooled.

I meant every word.

She was the love of my life.

I couldn't take any chances--

She found out you were
using your trucks to run

drugs out of Mexico through
El Paso, didn't she?

The DEA was already on me.

She overheard me on the phone,

started asking questions.

She got so upset that
she couldn't sleep

and she needed medication.

And that's how you killed her.

Kuttner's only crime was
that he looked like you.

That's why he was perfect.

But you didn't count
on the rod in his leg.

An oversight, my bad.

So, Kuttner takes the fall for
murdering you and your wife,

you take his identity
and fly off to...?

Brazil.

You're gonna rot for this.

Not just for him,
but for your wife...

and that poor officer.

I heard the 21
on the radio. How bad?

He's seeing stars
but he'll be okay.

Where's Hailey's car?

Dewey Stone's got her.

Dewey Stone's dead!

No, Ray Kuttner's dead.
Dewey's very much alive.

It's a long story.

Can you track Hailey's phone?

This dog's not gonna hunt.

But I think I know
one that will.

You shot him in the
head, didn't you?

I didn't shoot him, just gave
him a love tap. Nothing fatal.

How are you going
to get to Brazil?

Thanks to your persistence,

I had to drop 50 grand
on a private jet.

Eight hours and change,
we'll be in Sao Paulo.

There is no we, and I'm
not getting on any plane.

I'd rather not have to kill you.

The other, more palatable
option is you get on the plane,

we fly to Brazil,
I send you back home,

first class, with a
little extra spending money.

You have my word.

That's reassuring.

What the hell is this?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

Stop.

STOP!

Unbelievable.

That's more reassuring.

How?

Lower your weapon. We're
not gonna risk hitting her.

Your cell phone is dead,
mine died with the--

Kuttner.

You took his identity,
they tracked his phone.

Guess he figured it out.

Maybe you should
re-think your options.

Not yet. Get out
of the car.

Not that way, this way.

If they make to the tree line
we're gonna lose 'em!

No. We won't.
Let's move in.

Nobody needs to get hurt here!

Let her go, Dewey.

Just stay back!

No need to get dramatic here.

Drop the gun and hit the dirt.

I'll make you a deal!

You let me go to Brazil
and I let her live.

I said stay back!

Hailey!

How'd you know?

Jonas called.

Okay, someone take
this from me please.

Thank you.
Don't do that to me!

My gosh.

Please.

I never meant to hurt you.

You're gonna try to
justify what you did?

All I have, everything,
the business, it's yours.

You killed Mom. I hope
you never get out.

Let's go.

I know that was hard.

Not as hard as I thought.

I don't even know
how to thank you.

You just did.

You guys come talk
to me anytime okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hey!

I'm so glad you're here.

Sorry I haven't called you.

No, no! You've been
through the ringer.

I'm just glad you're okay.

I'm very okay now.

Alright! Listen
up everybody.

I think they're gonna start.

Alright, hey!

First of all thanks for coming.

Now, Detective Daniel Morgan
was fresh outta zone two

when the Stone
murder landed in his lap.

It's as complex a case
as any, and yet with no Homicide

experience he cleared
it in a little over a week.

And a lot of help.

Yes, with some help.

So tonight we're bending
the rules in announcing

Danny's transfer, effective
immediately, to Homicide.

And to present him with
this sacred rite of passage

for putting down
his first murder,

I'm gonna bring up Hailey Dean.

Come on!

Alright, alright!

This hat represents
your initiation

into the elite of
Atlanta's finest.

It also represents your
colleagues' salvation

from having to witness
your 2 AM bedhead

on those inevitable overnight
murder investigations!

Congratulations!

Will would be so proud of you.

I wish he could be
here to see this.

He's looking down on us,
and I know he's proud of you.

Thanks.

Cheers!
Cheers!