What do you think? (Laughs)
Oh, amazing. That is so cute.
Oh, absolutely fierce.
Can I borrow it?
That looks really expensive.
- Oh, my God. - Um, Lace, is that your mom?
Nice hat.
Can I see it?
- Gotta go, Lace. Kisses. - See ya.
(Computer beeps)
Whoa. Cashmere.
This must have cost a fortune.
It was on sale.
You bought this?
Well, you gave me a credit card.
For emergencies only.
(Chuckles) This was a total fashion emergency.
And what made you think this would be okay?
You spend like this all the time.
Have you seen your shoes?
Hey, I bought these shoes with the money I earned.
When you start making your own money,
you can buy whatever you want.
But until then, you do not spend mine
without asking me permission.
Okay. My bad.
Mistakes were made. I'll pay for it.
How?
(People speaking indistinctly)
(Sirens whoop)
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
You're looking chipper this morning.
Well, I'm just high on life I guess.
Missed a button there, lover boy.
Oh. How are you doing?
I had to return a hat
that Lacey bought in Society Hill for $300
using my credit card.
Oh, 13... the age of independence and the death of reason.
At least that's what my sisters went through.
Mm.
Society Hill.
(Laughs)
So this is where
the free-for-all took place, huh?
Yep, courtesy of apartment 4-0-7.
You missed out. They picked the street clean.
No one saw the murder, though.
How much cash was tossed?
Ballpark according to witnesses? Over $50,000.
Whoa.
You'd never guess by this guy's apartment, though.
(Police radio chatter)
Walter Brown...
the tenant of this humble abode.
Lived alone, kept to himself.
Neighbors have no idea where the money came from.
That's it? That's all you got?
We have no wallet, no phone, and no murder weapon.
There is a gaping hole in his torso.
Doctor, I believe that is your department.
(Sam) No sign of forced entry.
He knew his assailant.
Dented drywall and a broken glass.
Looks like there was a struggle.
These lacerations look defensive.
Slit-like wound,
probably from a knife.
As C.S.U. found no knife,
we're gonna need a detailed description.
(Siren wails)
(Camera shutter clicking)
Simple guy.
Nothing I'm seeing says "50 grand out the window."
(Morris) The money was real. (Click)
Four years college tuition into thin air.
What cave have you been living in?
Four years? Try two.
You're kidding me?
Yeah, and that's if your kid stays in state.
Oh, man.
(Laughs) You know, maybe the killer
threw the cash out the window as a diversion
and then escaped through the mayhem.
(Sam) So Walt steals the money,
killer comes to collect, Walt pays the price.
Mm. There's a whole lot of bruising here.
I don't think this was just about the money.
This was personal.
(Dani) Ready? Go.
(Ethan) Kimberly Gleason, female, 22 years of age.
Attending surgeon, next of kin?
No, no, no, skip that part.
Pathology boards only care about the case.
Circumstances?
Three days ago, Kimberly presented to E.R.
with a ruptured appendix.
12 hours after a routine appendectomy,
she suffered pneumonia and tachycardia.
It's a fast heart rate.
Mm.
Last night, she crashed.
Cardioversion was unsuccessful.
She was pronounced dead at 11:35 P.M.
She was beautiful and young.
It's so sad.
Oh, a healthy college kid dies after a simple operation?
That's not just sad.
That's hinky.
So... how did I do?
Oh, my God. Verbatim.
Yeah?
You're so ready to be drilled.
(Footsteps approach) Yeah.
Oh, good luck. Gotta run.
Thanks.
Dr. Ethan Gross, ready to be drilled.
Yeah, first things first. The Gleason family's coming in.
I want you to talk to them.
Yes. Uh, no problem.
All right,
attending surgeon, next of kin?
What?
(Sighs)
(Camera shutter clicks)
This bruise came from the hilt,
so the blade went all the way in.
It's distinctive,
so it shouldn't take long to narrow down the weapon.
Hmm.
You're being unusually helpful.
And you're being unusually quiet.
Oh, Lacey rocked Megan's credit card.
Oh, macadangdang.
(Laughs) Thanks for sharing, Peter.
On your way out, Curtis...
trace from the arm laceration
- and the bruise. - Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Walter Brown is a common name,
so employment and next of kin is still unknown.
He has no prints on file and no criminal history.
So this guy's like a blank slate.
Deep calluses...
(Clicks) burn scars.
(Click) Walt knew an honest day's work,
unlike certain prodigal offspring.
(Chuckles)
He's got a manicure, a full body tan,
and porcelain crowns.
Those things are like $2,000 each.
Corneal scaring.
He's had Lasik surgery. (Click)
And that...
looks like a jellyfish sting.
(Click)
Portuguese man-of-war probably from the Caribbean?
Tanning salons, expensive elective surgery,
and travel to the tropics.
Who is this guy?
Well, in northern liberties,
with at least 50 grand in cash,
the natives would call him a criminal.
That looks like a coal tattoo.
It's when coal dust...
(Click) gets trapped in an open cut.
There's no active mines around.
But I think there may be a coal-fired power plant
on the river.
I'll make some phone calls.
(Whistle blows)
Whoa.
(Megan laughs) Oh, my God.
This is what I call a locker room.
It's a hot tub.
(Men speak indistinctly)
Yeah, that's right.
Can we help you?
Yeah, um, Bud Morris, Philly P.D.
What's going on?
Do any of you recognize this man?
Walt Brown. He's my cousin.
(Man) He's a great guy.
Worked with us for 20 years.
He have any enemies you know of?
No, you must be looking for a different Walt.
Ours bought everything you see here.
Wait. Wait a minute. Walt paid for all this?
- Sure. - Yeah.
Why do you think we retired his locker?
Mm.
How exactly did Walt pay for all this?
You mean, you don't know?
Walt won $50 million in the lottery.
(Chuckles)
(Fabric snaps)
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Your cousin walks away from work a multimillionaire,
and no resentments?
Walt took care of everyone.
He treated his entire shift to a week in Bermuda.
Hmm.
Every week, I played the lotto.
About eight months ago, I miss one day.
That same day, Walt,
on a total lark, fills out the big ticket.
So, yeah, I resented him.
That doesn't mean I wanted him dead.
Do you know what he was doing at his old apartment?
Walt loved that place.
We used to have parties there... beer and poker.
Later he used it as a refuge.
He could have had enemies.
Well, after he'd won, he had about 50 cousins show up
he'd never met.
Every one of 'em had his hand out.
(TV playing indistinctly)
Walt lived a pretty fast life after he won.
He'd hold huge dinner parties for his charities...
nursing home, food banks.
Walt loved making other people happy.
Of course, some took advantage.
Did you keep up with him?
I tried. It wasn't easy.
At the end of the day, Walt was a millionaire.
The rest of us had to go back to work.
Start by alphabetizing these.
No texting, no wandering the halls.
But... mom, paper kills trees.
You should at least go digital.
Oh, that's a great idea.
Scan them first and then file them.
This isn't fair. The punishment doesn't fit the crime.
At 9 bucks an hour, it'll fit eventually.
See you at 5:00.
There are child labor laws.
Federal Code, title 29...
Don't even think about quoting grandma.
I looked it up myself.
We're not farmers, and I'm not an actor.
There are radioactive substances in this building somewhere...
Hey, I do not like this any more than you do.
The sooner you get started, the sooner you finish.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Exhales)
Hi. Uh, I'm...
What happened to Kimberly?
Um, well...
we... we don't know yet...
Isn't that why she was brought here?
Will, please.
They told us she'd get better.
They told us she had pneumonia.
And now my little girl is dead,
and you're telling me you don't know why?
Uh...
to... to determine cause of death is a process...
I don't give a damn about the process.
(Voice breaks) Can't you give us a straight answer?
Ethan, you're needed in the lab.
Mr. Gleason...
(Voice distorting) Mrs. Gleason, Maya.
I'm Dr. Kate Murphy. I'm the chief medical examiner.
We understand your frustration...
Hey, you.
Afternoon, Alvarez.
We're looking for a razor-sharp,
single-edge knife, probably cutlery,
and all the blood from the fallen cash
that we managed to recover matches Walt's.
So Walt threw out his own money?
The rich aren't like you and me, Megan. Well, me.
You know, they throw cash around like it's confetti.
They spend $300 on a hat.
That's why Lacey's here, right?
Hey, I'm new at this teenage discipline stuff.
You got any pearls of wisdom?
Not a one.
What do you got?
Well, Walt was an enigma.
He seemed to be enjoying himself.
Those abrasions on his back are fingernail marks.
And somebody was enjoying Walt.
Or pretending to.
And his fatty liver indicates a lot of drinking.
Amen to that.
Stomach contents show a whole lot of red wine,
plus aged stilton cheese, caviar,
beef carpaccio, and apple baklava,
well within an hour of his death.
Huh. You're Mr. Foodie. Any idea where he ate all that?
(Chuckles) Oh, no. Way above my price range.
Maybe Lacey knows.
(Peter laughs)
So an instant millionaire is enjoying life to the hilt.
What's the riddle, huh?
Walt's big heart.
Well, maybe he was generous.
As in 500 grams big.
Whoa. That is a big heart.
Way above average.
So nodular kidneys
and hemorrhagic lesions on his adrenals
indicate high blood pressure.
Grinding his teeth and gastric ulcers
point to high anxiety.
If Walt was having such a good time,
what was he so stressed about?
(Clicking keyboard key rapidly)
Oh!
How's the father-to-be holding up?
I am armed, you know?
(Laughs)
Well, the fellas and I have some surprises for you. Bell.
First the address of a Gladwyne Mansion
under Walt's name.
He used to rent it out for charity events.
Lopez.
The D.N.A. from Walt's cut... a cow from Japan.
Kobe beef.
Identical to the meat found in his stomach.
So whoever cut Walt prepared his last meal.
Mm-hmm. And Walt was big into cooking,
celebrity chef lessons to be exact.
There's one scheduled at the mansion today.
I'll head out there right now.
Uh...
(Indistinct conversations)
One more thing.
What's this?
(Exhales deeply)
Oh, come on. Don't be like that.
Dare to dream. You never know. Look at Walt.
You mean the dead guy?
(Sighs) The one with the knife in his torso?
(Chuckles)
This is what I'm reduced to?
It... it's just a pipe dream. It's an addiction.
What's going on, Bud?
(Sighs)
When my kid is 18,
I'm gonna be 66 years old.
And the pension that I have
won't even cover a cap and gown.
You have 18 amazing years of parenting
to worry about first.
You're gonna be okay.
(Pats back)
(Blows air)
Uh, lungs are a lot worse off
than radiology indicated.
Uh, there's... there's multilobar, infiltrates,
and, uh, alveolar hemorrhaging and...
(People speaking indistinctly)
I'm sorry.
I panicked,
and people and... and their emotion...
Ethan, what happened is okay.
It's my fault for putting you in that situation.
You weren't ready.
Got it.
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
Necrotizing pneumonia?
How did that get missed in intensive care?
It's weird, right?
Yeah. I'll pay a visit to the hospital
first thing tomorrow morning.
(Sighs deeply)
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
Be ready at 7:30 sharp.
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
♪
(Indistinct conversations)
Are you here for the Leon Gould experience?
The cooking lesson?
Justine. Walt's event planner.
Oh, Peter, a friend of Walt's.
Oh. Have you seen him?
I have been looking all over for him.
Not for a little while.
He throws quite a party, though.
Well, when Walt gets into something, he gets into it.
Mm.
Next week he wants an 18th-century masquerade
and then a Hawaiian luau with suckling pig.
He sounds a little manic.
You have no idea. (Chuckles)
And what is today's theme?
A taste of Italy... comfort food and knife skills.
Right this way.
(Whooshes) (Woman) Ohh!
Well, welcome, ladies and gentlemen.
Today's lesson is all about northern Italian cuisine.
And in northern Italian cuisine,
there is lots of fresh vegetables that need to be
sliced and diced.
(Scrapes knife against board)
Now I'm gonna need a couple of volunteers to help me.
Young lady,
young man, come up here.
So we're actually gonna make a pan-seared snapper,
with a potato and apple hash
and some fresh zucchini...
very light, very simple.
Sir, uh, your station's over here.
Actually, uh, my station is downtown.
(People murmuring indistinctly)
What's going on?
We're investigating the murder of Walter Brown.
- Murder? - Mm. He was killed
with a single-edged Japanese chef's knife,
kinda sorta...
Yeah.
Exactly like this one.
(Murmuring continues)
It's easy to clean these knives.
It's a little harder to sterilize them.
In the hilt of this particular knife,
we found traces of kobe beef.
It's actually wagyu beef.
You see, the cattle...
It's the same beef Walt ate an hour before he died...
your dish, Leon.
It's the same beef found in this cut in his arm,
from your blade, Leon.
I do this knife flip.
Walt tried it. He cut himself.
So I give him a knife to take home and practice with.
How funny we didn't find one at his home.
Witnesses say you left yesterday's party early.
Yes, I did, to look for Walt.
He said somebody was trying to crash the party
and he was gonna go outside and deal with it.
Do you have any idea who was outside?
No.
But I was worried.
Walt was in a bad temper,
and it wasn't like him.
Hmm.
(Knock on door)
(Peter) Morning.
I saw Lacey heading out to scan some files.
She looks like a trooper.
She hates me.
Enlightenment takes a while.
Define "a while."
My sisters ran roughshod over my mom for decades.
(Chuckles) Oh, that's so comforting.
(Inhales deeply)
Cause of death is lacerated aorta.
Walt bled out in minutes.
Letters and invoices from the last month alone...
Walt's staff overcharged him,
distant relatives asked for handouts.
You know, any one of them could've been the party crasher.
Leon said that Walt left the party angry.
His body said that he was anxious.
Justine said he was manic.
I mean, do you think his death is related to his behavior?
Here as always
to answer such timely questions
is Dr. Curtis Brumfield.
(Chuckles)
Trace came back off the chest bruises.
Magnesium oxide.
That sounds like the power plant.
Colin certainly had motive.
Yeah, maybe, but magnesium oxide
is a byproduct of tungsten welding.
- Ooh. - Impressed?
(Curtis chuckles) I got a list of toxins from the supervisor.
I believe that Dave had a welding visor on.
I'll get his address.
Uh, this was waiting for you at reception.
(People speaking indistinctly)
(Woman cries)
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
Are you okay?
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
(Voice breaking) My sister died.
Dad's furious at everyone.
He wants answers.
The doctors don't care.
They don't listen.
I promise you, they do.
My mom's one of them.
I had a necklace with a picture of her.
We can't find it.
I thought it might be here.
(Cries)
(Ethan) So you checked Kimberly's hep-locks yourself?
My nurses do the hep-locks. (Women speaking indistinctly)
Look, I know you mean well,
but these are not really the most important questions
for you to ask.
...See the charts. (Speaking indistinctly)
Are... are you questioning my judgment?
No, just your, uh, experience.
(Kate speaking indistinctly) (Exhales)
When was sepsis first discovered?
My head nurse reported it...
I'm not asking the head nurse.
12 hours post-op.
Appendectomy complication rate?
Less than 6% at her age.
So a complication was possible?
Unlikely.
Look, here's what I know...
her appendix ruptured, she went septic,
we gave broad-spectrum antibiotics,
and they failed.
Kimberly Gleason was given impeccable care.
Okay, well, here's what I know...
your dead patient is now our case,
- and I need you to... (Kate) - Doctor.
Yeah?
May I have a moment? Excuse us, please.
Can you fill this out at the lab?
It's for Kimberly's cultures.
Wait. Am I done with... am I done with Faber?
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
(Lowered voice) It's a dialogue, Ethan,
not an inquisition.
I'll take it from here.
- Excuse me. - Got a bit tense back there.
(Exhales deeply) He's...
(Taps clipboard)
You gotta make sure you keep it out of the trees.
(Sam) Mr. Stackhouse?
Hello.
So what brings you down here?
(Sighs)
We found magnesium oxide on Walt's bruises.
(Woman speaks indistinctly)
Uh, hey, could you...
I believe that's a substance you're familiar with.
Something you want to share with us, Dave?
(Boy laughs)
Walt meant the world to us.
(Boy) Look!
He was an Uncle to my son.
That swing set was a gift from him.
Mm.
Everybody said he was generous with his winnings.
No, that came last year, before the money.
He could barely afford it.
After the money, everything changed.
He stopped visiting, returning phone calls.
When we did talk, he couldn't wait to get off the phone.
It was like he was giving up on us.
Is that what the fight was about?
(Boy laughs)
Walt...
never missed Cal's birthday his whole life,
until yesterday.
(Cal) Wee!
He broke my son's heart.
I was furious, so I drove over to his mansion
only to find a bunch of strangers
who would never look twice at Walt before the money.
He forgot about the people who cared about him.
It got heated.
Then he drove off on his bike.
He had a motorcycle?
Custom made.
The first thing he bought after he won.
There's no record of a bike like that.
I'm gonna put out an A.P.B.
I knew Walt better than anyone.
Never thought money would change him.
I was wrong.
(Indistinct conversations)
Hi.
Good afternoon, Al... whoa!
You "Alvarez" me again,
I will kick you bowlegged.
Why are you being so weird?
Dani, we're at work.
It doesn't have to be this awkward.
Hey, I'm Dani.
Nice to meet you.
Maybe I'll see you at 6:00?
Here-ish?
(Laughs)
(Peter) Why are you looking at Walt's brain?
According to Dave, Walt's behavior became erratic
after he won the lottery.
He became manic, paranoid, and impulsive.
Is it possible that you don't want to admit
that money can change someone completely?
(Laughs)
Yes, I am worried that Lacey is changing.
But it is not a medical mystery.
It's called teenage rebellion.
What was his last meal again?
Uh, red wine, stilton cheese,
caviar, kobe...
Tyramine. Yes.
They all contain tyramine.
It's not in his brain at all.
It's in his kidneys.
Ha ha!
Yes, ye of little faith.
That is an enormous nucleus,
which could mean only one thing.
Ah. A pheo.
A what?
A pheochromocytoma.
Walt had a tumor on his adrenal gland,
causing his system to flood with hormones
and his blood pressure spiked,
making his moods erratic.
Oh, so Walt became a teenager.
Yes, basically,
and the tyramine in his diet did not help.
So when do you think it all started?
By the size of that tumor, I'd say over a year ago.
Long before he bought the lottery ticket.
So Walt did not change because of the money.
He changed because he was sick.
And none of his friends recognized the difference.
(Siren wailing)
(Engine revving)
(Wailing continues)
(Tires squeal)
(Wailing continues)
(Police radio chatter)
Turn it off and take off your helmet.
(Turns off engine)
What's your hurry, sweetheart?
Walt gave me the bike. I swear.
Unfortunately, Walt's not here to confirm that.
How long had you two been together?
Do I need to
measure your fingernails?
Just over two months.
He was opening a nursing home in northern liberties.
I was writing a local piece.
We've been together ever since.
How touching and profitable for you.
Look, I loved Walt.
He was kind, thoughtful.
He was also manic and anxious.
That was all the charity work.
Walt made it a full-time job.
Or it was the endocrine tumor
that had been affecting his behavior for months.
Why did you run away from my siren?
I panicked.
I... I have been questioned
about stealing from a client before,
but it... it was a total misunderstanding.
Like this one?
Yes.
So am I in the clear?
(Chuckles) Hardly.
More?
You'll be saving a whole rain forest by the time you done.
No, no. She can't do this to me.
I have a life.
My friends are out of school this week,
and they're talking about boys.
I... I'm missing out on my youth.
Here you go.
(Ethan) Go ahead. Open it.
(People speaking indistinctly)
You are cordially invited to the break room.
Sorry. After you.
No.
Why don't we share?
(People speaking indistinctly)
Oh, yeah. We could share it.
Yeah.
There you go.
Enjoy.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
You should be using cloth napkins.
Yeah, you should.
(Chuckles)
I don't know how you guys do this every day.
I know we should say something wise,
but sometimes, work is just work.
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
See?
Sorry, Lacey.
(Mouth full) Look at that.
All it is is paperwork. (Grunts)
No, it's not just paperwork.
It's being able to talk to somebody who needs your help.
See, this is what I suck at.
Seriously. I was... I was talking to this family the other day,
they just lost a daughter, and I'm s...
The Gleasons? That was you?
Yeah. Why?
I talked to their daughter Maya. She was really upset.
She feels like... like nobody cares.
Of course I care.
Look, they wanted an answer that I didn't have,
that I still don't have.
You'll find a way to help.
(Cell phone rings)
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
I... I... I gotta go. G...
Second body, same O.R.?
Luisa Hernandez, 55.
Hip surgery four days ago.
Coded last night with cardiovascular collapse.
Is this hinky, too?
Uh, yeah, this is very hinky.
Mottled skin,
bloody sputum.
It looks like septicemia.
(Scoffs) Bacteria run amok in the blood stream.
It's nasty stuff.
Kimberly had it, too.
Okay, this is not good.
I mean, what if the hospital missed something huge?
Well, you'll have to go back.
Yeah, I... I don't think anybody's
gonna let me talk to the living for a while.
So do what you do best. Talk to the dead.
(Chuckles)
Come with me.
Um...
I have another assignment.
(Sucks teeth)
Uh...
next time.
(Sighs) Okay, it's just you and me, lady.
(Groans)
Ooh. I got it.
I got it.
Hey, give that to me, please.
What's this... families reconnected?
Yeah, it's not important. Okay?
No, don't open it.
What's in it?
It's the name of my birth parents.
Why don't you want to open it?
I'm gonna go check in on Megan.
(Footsteps recede)
(Indistinct conversations)
Hey.
Turns out the knife went all the way to the vertebra,
leaving a 2-centimeter defect in the bone.
Hello?
Yeah, I'm listening.
Uh, whoever killed Walt used a lot of force.
Yeah, but that's not all. Look at this.
(Clicks mouse)
See that tiny metal tip embedded in the bone?
So the knife got stuck in the spine.
Could we get the tip?
Mm. We'd have to decalcify.
It would take days.
I think there's something else.
Megan, we... (Chuckles) We've looked at the abdomen,
like, a hundred times.
(Clicking mouse) All right. All right. Let's look at the legs.
Oh, of course. Silly me. The legs.
(Continues clicking)
Look at that.
That's just the zipper from the body bag.
No, not the zipper.
Look what's behind it.
Get me a lateral image of that. Meet me in the morgue.
Mom, it's almost 8:00.
Not done yet. Ten more minutes.
We found something else.
You already know what killed him.
Lacey, this man was very sick,
and not even his closest friends knew it.
(Keyboard keys clicking)
What happens when there are no answers?
What do you tell people then?
Sometimes even the answers don't help.
Ultimately, it's about giving comfort to the living...
any way we can.
How'd the knife fragment get in his thigh?
It was carried
down the aorta
and then lodged right here
in the femoral artery,
and voila.
The murder weapon.
Even better... it's got trace on it.
Dr. Murphy,
Kimberly had pneumonia and septicemia.
- So did Luisa. - And check this out.
She also had red hepatization of the lungs.
It looks like a liver.
Luisa has it, too.
(People speaking indistinctly)
Which means there's an infection in the O.R.
The whole hospital could be at risk.
(Kate) Two patients under your care
died with identical symptoms.
Somewhere, someone screwed up.
(Sighs) Do you think we overlook hygiene?
Well, I think you overlooked something.
Let's go over the symptoms of both cases, last to first.
V-fib, before that... (Exhales)
tachy, pneumonia, fever...
nosebleeds.
Ethan, now is not the time.
No, they were both nasally intubated in the field.
They both had nosebleeds.
My staff knows how to reintubate.
That's exactly what makes it weird.
They wouldn't have bled normally.
Maybe... maybe the infection started in the nasal passages.
(People speak indistinctly)
Doctor, where are you taking us?
If the nasal passages were the first to be infected,
we need to get to the E.R.
I was right?
(Man) Coming through. Look out!
(Gurney wheels clatter)
Boating accident.
Hypothermic.
Hypotensive. O-2 sats down to 83.
Okay, let's ventilate.
(Indistinct conversations)
Take the bag on the far right.
(Woman speaks indistinctly over P.A.)
That's contaminated.
This filter needed to be changed.
The ventilation bags are hanging right by a wall light,
giving bacteria a perfect place to thrive.
Your nurses have been infecting patients
as they come through the door.
Doctor, I had no idea...
No.
I take full responsibility.
It's my patient. It's my watch.
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
That took guts.
I've been there.
Have you?
Two people are dead.
Who knows how many lives you just saved?
(Indistinct conversations continue)
In my field, the hardest thing
is explaining to a family why you were wrong
after it's too late to do anything about it.
All you can do is admit it and move on.
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
Thank you.
It's my job.
(Mouth full) You should be using a cloth napkin, you know?
Save the environment.
Has Lacey been talking to you instead of working?
Lacey's a smart girl with a good heart.
Give her room, Megan.
She'll get there, just not on your timetab... ouch!
I'm trying to figure out how the knife thrust worked.
The killer held it with the knife edge up.
Ouch. Do I look like a Thanksgiving turkey to you?
But it was also a really hard upper thrust,
hard enough to break the tip off of the knife
on the vertebrae.
Girl, you about to unleash the kraken.
I just can't get over the force of the blow.
Oh! Ouch!
(Laughs)
(Chuckles) (Tablet beeps)
There is no way Justine could've done this.
Not even a man.
Here we go.
Epichlorohydrin.
Before it wound up in Walt,
that knife had contact with epoxy glue.
I think we should ask Peter about...
where you go...
well, then give me one of these peppers.
Ooh, girl. That's good.
(Morris) Is that the exact glue
you found on the knife fragment?
Identical.
Dave didn't say where he was going.
I've seen this before, Mrs. Stackhouse.
You are stonewalling me.
Look, I already told you everything I know.
Walt yelled at Cal a week ago.
Dave insisted he was sick.
Dave was right.
Dr. Hunt.
Look, Dave loved Walt.
He'd never hurt him.
Then I suggest you help us find him.
We've been short on cash.
Dave's at work. He took an extra shift.
Thank you.
This is Philly P.D.
Dave Stackhouse, we have a warrant for your arrest
for the murder of Walter Brown.
What the hell is going on?
You have the right to remain silent.
- Put your hands behind your back. - Anything you say can and will...
be used against you in a court of law. (Handcuffs click)
(Colin) Dave? You gotta be kidding me.
You have the right to an attorney. (Groans)
If you cannot afford an attorney,
an attorney will be provided for you.
(Voice fades) Do you understand these rights...
You already admitted you were angry with him
and you fought with him that night.
And now we have epoxy from your hands
on a fragment
of the knife.
(Voice breaking) Walt wasn't himself.
Look...
I called him out, and that must have shaken him up.
What happened afterwards?
Walt phoned,
told me to meet him at his old place.
When I got there,
he was in a rage.
He had a knife in his hand,
and he was cutting open stacks of money,
throwing 'em out the window.
He was saying, winning the money
was the worst thing that ever happened to him.
So you decided to...
liberate him of it.
No, he wasn't in his right mind.
I tried to stop him,
but he had the knife, and...
(Whimpers)
(Cries) and it was an accident.
(Sam) Doesn't sound like one.
You're under arrest for the murder of Walter Brown.
Hold on. Hold on.
In case you hadn't noticed, we just got a confession.
(Grunts)
Dave had an accomplice.
(Morris) Really?
And who might that be?
Walt.
Push.
(Groans) Try to lift up your arm. Come on.
(Grunts and groans)
See?
He doesn't have the arm strength to inflict
the kind of wound that Walt had.
He's faking it.
(Sighs)
Lift up your arm.
Put your hand right there on his bicep.
(Sighs)
Feel anything?
Other than you hitting his elbow? No.
Those muscles should be twitching.
It's called severe bicep atrophy.
It's caused by a pinched nerve in the C-5 vertebra.
(Grunts) Sorry.
Which comes from hunching over a welding torch for years.
But you're right.
Other than that, he's totally faking.
- He could still stab a man. - No.
Not with the force required
to break off a knife on Walt's spine.
Walt was a big guy.
So you believe me?
I didn't think anyone would.
Well, if it's any help, I still don't.
Mm, and I'm with Bud on this one.
Got a tough crowd here.
Tell me exactly what happened.
Walt lunged at me.
We struggled over the knife.
I feel backwards, and he landed on top of me.
He impaled himself on the knife
with the weight of his own body.
And then he went down,
and there was... he was bleeding everywhere,
and I tried to save him.
This was an accident. It wasn't a murder.
Where's the evidence?
(Exhales deeply)
Lift up your shirt.
That bruise corresponds
to the hilt of the knife that pressed into Dave's body
when the two of them fell.
Then why take the knife?
Because my prints were on it.
I didn't think anyone would believe me.
I was just trying to get the knife away from him.
You were right to help Walt.
He was very sick.
And you're the only one who cared about him enough
to...
know that something was very wrong.
Acinetobacter calcoaceticus.
Hard to say.
Even harder to kill.
This was a bit tougher assignment
than I'd hoped for you.
No.
Listen, I don't want to put you through
telling Kimberly's family.
That time will come.
(Indistinct conversations)
Dr. Murphy.
It's my job.
(Indistinct conversations continue)
(Andrew Belle's "Oh My Stars" playing)
Lace?
(Rustles paper)
Hi, mom.
Your files, all scanned.
And your first week's pay, prorated.
♪
$80?
It might not seem like a lot, but it will mean more to you
because... (chuckles) you've earned it.
No, it's perfect. We have to go to the mall.
There's something I need to get.
♪ Have a seat upon this branch of mine ♪
♪ it's been a while, honey ♪
♪ I think I feel fine ♪
♪ 'cause I know a lot about closing doors ♪
♪ but not enough about ♪
♪ what opens up yours ♪
(Speaks inaudibly)
♪ Oh, my, my ♪
♪ oh my stars ♪
♪ everything ♪
♪ you see is ours ♪
♪ or it could be ♪
♪ if you would try ♪
♪ I wish you would ♪
♪ I wish you might ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ if everything you've said to me ♪
♪ has been true ♪
♪ oh, oh ♪
♪ then all my stars ♪
♪ were leading me to you ♪
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ oh, my, my ♪
♪ oh my stars ♪
♪ ooh, ooh ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ oh, my, my ♪
20 bucks.
I'll be damned.
♪ Oh, my, my ♪
♪ oh my stars ♪
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
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