(Panting)
(Grunts)
(Grunting and panting)
(Grunting)
♪ I really think you can ♪
♪ come on, let's dance ♪
(Tires squealing)
♪ This is where we're gonna get it together ♪
(Squealing continues)
(Brakes squeak)
(Turns engine off, sensor beeps)
(Clicks)
(Closes door)
(Clattering)
(Slams)
Dr. Gross.
(Mouth full) - Mm-hmm? - This is Dani.
She needs help processing a body.
(Wheels clatter)
Good luck with the new job.
Thanks.
(Sighs)
Hey. I'm Ethan.
- You're a doctor? - Yeah.
That's impressive.
Thanks.
You got a little fruity thing on your collar there, doc.
Okay. So let's see what you brought me.
(Opens zipper)
Okay.
Wow.
So... you know how to do this?
On my count.
One, two, three.
(Grunts)
Alex Grant, 28,
found in Hanson Park.
Guy was ice cold.
Paramedics think it was an overdose.
Bet you see some crazy stuff here, huh?
You get used to it. Don't worry.
I got no problem being around the dead.
You're not one of those necro-freaks, are you?
Because we get those.
Relax, doc.
I get my rocks off the regular way.
Oh, that's good.
I... I mean, that you get your rocks...
You know what? Forget about it.
Uh, so you're done. Thanks for coming in.
And I was just starting to like it here.
Bye.
(Wheels clattering)
Are you kidding me?
That's transpo?
God!
(Sighs)
(Grunts)
(Grunt)
(Exhales)
(Whispers) Let's see what we got here.
Snaps. Thank you.
(Inhales)
A bullet hole?
Oh boy.
(Knock on door)
So what's going on with you and Kate?
What do you mean?
Well, I saw you talking in the parking lot last night,
and if I didn't know better, it almost looked friendly.
Why is it that you are so comfortable
delving into my personal life,
and yet, hmm,
we never seem to talk about yours?
Well, that's just our thing, I guess.
(Chuckles) Oh, I see.
You and I have a thing?
(Knock on door)
Uh, we have a problem.
You know that body that just came in,
the, uh, 28-year-old male, suspected drug overdose?
He has a gunshot wound to his upper abdomen.
I'll call Bud and Sam and tell 'em we have a homicide.
(Clicks keypad buttons)
How could the paramedics have missed a gunshot wound?
Well, the guy looks like a user.
I mean, there wasn't much blood.
To tell you the truth, I didn't notice it myself
until I started to undress him.
(People speaking indistinctly)
Ethan.
Okay, that's weird.
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
Curtis, what happened to Ethan's body?
You mean, other than 30 years of junk food,
video games, and general lethargy?
Oh, yeah. Your body's a temple?
I meant the body he's working on.
Your new transporter brought it in.
What now? He lost it?
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
What's going on in here?
Seems Ethan has misplaced a body.
Oh, wait a minute. H... how's this on me?
I left it right there!
Well, it's not like it got up and walked away.
(People continue speaking indistinctly)
Megan, I just got off the phone with Bud...
Ethan.
Yeah?
(Inhales sharply) (Gasps)
The problem might be the carburetor.
Call an ambulance.
(Emergency radio chatter)
Which one of your people screwed the pooch on this one?
Hey, it wasn't one of us.
The paramedics on the scene called it in.
Anyway, these things happen.
It was freezing cold last night.
Given hypothermia, the heartbeat can drop
to two or three beats a minute. It's hard to find a pulse.
Plus, it's nice to throw one back.
Let me remind you, if this guy didn't make it,
I got a murder and no crime scene, but, hey,
these things happen.
(Man) Coming through.
Hey, talk to me. Who did this to you?
He shot me.
- We'll check his dressing en route? (Man) - Yeah.
(Sam) Who shot you?
Who did this?
My...
my roommate Paul.
I came home and...
he shot me.
(Radio chatter continues)
Paul Crawford, Philly P.D. Open up!
(Police radio chatter)
Philly P.D.!
(Officer shouts indistinctly)
(Radio chatter continues)
(Sighs)
He's not here.
I know. I just got off the phone with C.I.S.
They picked up a GPS trace on his cell phone.
He's on the move.
Thanks fellows!
(Sam) Okay, we're close. Make a right at the corner.
(Tires squeal)
(Engine revs)
Got it. Red S.U.V.
He's making a break for it.
Here we go. Hold on.
Wait a minute. We're past him. We're past him!
Stop the car.
(Tires squeal)
It's the trash truck.
Got him.
(Engine revs)
(Tires squeal)
Get out of the truck.
Put your hands on the windshield.
- Get out of the cabin. - What's going on?
Put your hands on the windshield!
- What did I do? - Now!
What did I do?
Right now, hands on the windshield!
He's not here.
He dumped the phone, and we were dumb enough to fall for it.
Open up the back.
(Keypad beeps)
All right, it's ringing.
(Latch clicks)
(Whirring)
(Cell phone rings)
I hear it.
(Ring)
Okay.
(Grunts)
(Ring)
(Grunts)
(Ring)
You can hang up. (Ring)
He's not gonna answer.
(Fabric snaps)
Body of Proof 2x04 - Lazarus Man Original air date October 11, 2011
Sync and corrected by atrn97g www.addic7ed.com
Paul Crawford, he was 27.
Graduated Tulane,
staffer for a Philly City councilwoman.
This guy and Alex were roommates?
(Chuckles)
You saw Alex...
dirty hair, ratty clothes, track marks.
It's kind of hard to imagine the two of them living together.
Well, maybe he just has bad luck with roommate roulette.
I won't even tell you about some of the guys
that I roomed with in college.
Oh, of course not.
Telling me about your life?
That's not our thing.
Maybe Alex can tell us more
when he gets out of surgery, huh?
Don't cut into this, not until you're sure he's dead!
Oh, he's dead, all right.
Probably from the gunshot wound to his chest.
Given the ambient temperature and the liver temp,
I'd put it between 10:00 and 12:00 last night.
I'm not gonna be able to give you a slug, though.
Entrance here, exit's through the back.
You find anything that will tell us where this guy was killed?
That trash truck covered a 16-block route
nowhere near his apartment.
We found these.
Probably not from the truck.
They were inside his shoes
and the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt.
I'll get Ethan to take them to the lab for identification.
And I'm gonna drive the trash truck route
just the same.
(People speaking indistinctly)
Okay, got a positive for gunshot residue.
So Paul here may have shot Alex.
Now who shot Paul?
I have to thank you for coming down.
As soon I heard, I... I just had to be here.
I don't know if any of you have ever worked on a campaign,
but... you bond incredibly
with the people in the trenches with you,
you... you become family.
Paul was family.
How long had he worked for you?
Almost two years.
He was so bright.
I mean, he didn't miss a thing.
Is there anyone you can think of that might have done this?
Any enemies or conflicts he might have had?
Oh, no. No one.
Paul was one of those people that you can't imagine
rubbing anybody the wrong way.
I often teased him that he didn't belong in politics.
(Chuckles)
Miss Bennett, we haven't yet been able
to exactly pinpoint where Paul was killed.
Do you have any idea where he might have gone last night?
Any council business?
No.
I'm sorry.
But I can tell you this, if there is
anything you need me to do,
any way to use my political leverage to help you,
I'm... I'm yours.
Thank you.
(Ethan) Mm.
(Whispers) What is going on?
What is going on here?
What are those?
Uh, I... I don't know yet.
Uh, they were, um,
they found 'em on a... on a body.
And, uh, if could figure out what they are,
then I can, you know,
tell where the body originated.
Mm.
What are you doing here?
I got called into the principal's office.
I don't think Dr. Brumfield's happy
that I hauled the undead in here this morning.
That wasn't your fault.
Right?
(Curtis) Oh, no.
Hell, no.
This ain't "Project Runway".
It's the Medical Examiner's office.
Now I can understand the need
for a little personal expression.
- Take my neckties, for instance... - Yeah.
or Ethan's unnaturally large head of hair.
But this? Mnh-mnh. It's too much.
Curtis, I think she looks cool. You look cool.
No, look, I totally get it.
I'll fix it. I promise.
Good. Now about this morning...
Wait. That wasn't her fault.
No, it wasn't. Problem is, though, when people hear
about a live body ending up in the morgue,
they all assume it's our fault,
which is why my transporters always make sure
the paramedics double-check.
I got it.
I won't even zip up the bag till I'm sure the body's dead.
You won't even load the bag. Clear?
Good.
Now get back to work!
Boy, please. She'll break your skinny ass in half.
(Laughs)
(Sam) Two roommates,
both shot, gotta be related, right?
Well, Alex said he was shot here.
Paul? Who knows?
That trash truck never came within 10 miles of this place.
(Chuckles) It's like a real-life Felix and Oscar in here.
Who?
Felix Unger, Oscar Madison... "the odd couple".
Okay. So what's your point?
Whatever trouble came and found these two,
you can bet it came from Alex's world.
He's the Oscar in this equation.
He's the one we should be looking at.
(Chuckles) Maybe.
But look what Paul's got.
You have any idea when we'll have Paul Crawford's medical records?
I am trying, but he's from New Orleans,
so getting any information on anything
that predates Katrina is almost impossible.
Why, what's wrong?
Oh, there's no mystery about cause of death,
but I'm finding a whole host of things I can't explain,
like lymphadenopathy, splenic infarcts,
a well-healed scar (Elevator bell dings)
on his upper right chest...
(woman) Hi, Peter!
(woman) There he is.
(Women speaking indistinctly)
Look at how good you look.
(Laughs)
Who are they?
My sisters. Excuse me.
Oh, not in a million years.
- Peter. - Hi.
- Oh, it's so good to see you. - Hi.
- Hello. - Hi.
What are you doing here? You shoulda called me.
Hi.
Nonsense. It's wonderful that you're here.
Hi, I'm Megan. I... I work with Peter.
Oh, nice to meet you.
I'm Libby, and this is Diane...
- Hi. - And Nancy.
- Hello. - Hi.
- We're sorry to interrupt, really,
but Peter doesn't return our calls or e-mails...
(Diane) So we had no choice other than to show up in person.
Wow. Sounds like an intervention.
Well, it is, of sorts.
Okay, look, I'm really sorry I didn't return your call,
but I will call you tonight. I promise, okay?
Oh, no, no, no, no, Peter, this is family!
You're always telling me how important family is.
(Megan laughs)
Okay, so what is so urgent
that you needed to come here and see me?
(Whispers) You do it.
You'll never guess who's back in town.
Lizzy d'Marco.
She's only here for three days, Peter.
So you have to act quickly.
Who is Lizzy d'Marco?
Just a girl I dated.
(Nancy) Oh, no, don't listen to him, Megan.
Lizzy was Peter's great love.
Okay. Come on.
She's the one that got away.
- Really? (Libby, Nancy, and Diane) - Mm-hmm.
Oh. I'm sorry to interrupt.
- Hi. - Hi.
- What do you got?
You wanted to know as soon as I identified it.
It's, uh, it's infill.
It's used in artificial turf.
Wait a second, I drove the trash truck around,
and there's a new school being built
with artificial turf on the playground.
Okay, I really have to go now, okay?
I'm sorry. I'll call you.
Bye. (Mouths words)
- Call. - See you later.
Okay. Bye.
- Bye. - Bye.
This is so not over.
You do realize that, don't you? Mm.
(Man shouts indistinctly)
Hey.
The dumpsters are over here.
(People speaking indistinctly)
(Lid clanks)
They're already half full again.
Can I help you?
Yeah.
Did you have any men on this site last night
between 10:00 and 12:00?
These guys are on the clock till 5:00.
At 5:01, this place is a ghost town.
Can I ask why you're interested?
There may have been a murder here.
A murder?
Yeah.
(Peter) I think I got blood.
Excuse me.
(Clanks)
Could be from one of the construction workers.
Yeah, it could be.
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Plastic crinkling)
(Peter and Morris speak indistinctly)
Hey, guys.
This can't be a coincidence.
I don't like being lied to.
All right, could we just use a little finesse?
Please. Thank you.
Could you please tell the councilwoman
Dr. Murphy's here with detectives Morris and Baker?
Thank you.
(Indistinct conversations)
You smell that?
Mm. Guess our busy civil servant
still finds time to have her nails done.
I'm sorry. I'm in a meeting.
Emily Burrows,
Councilwoman Bennett's chief of staff.
So what can we do for you? Is there any news?
(Morris) Actually, yes.
It turns out that Paul may have been killed
at the new school.
You know, the one with your picture right out front?
(Sam) So we're wondering why you didn't mention it
when I asked if Paul had any district business in the area.
I guess I... I didn't even want to consider it.
Well, you said Paul may have been killed there.
It's not definitive. My office is analyzing blood found there.
Then I hope we can avoid
any element of press involvement until you're sure.
(Cell phone rings)
(Councilwoman Bennett) Uh, I'm sorry. It's the mayor.
I'm sure he wants to extend his condolences.
You know, th... there's something
I've been thinking about all morning.
There was a man who came in here
a couple of times to talk to Paul,
and Paul seemed pretty shaken up after.
(Morris) That camera work?
(Kate) He didn't look friendly.
Whoa. Freeze it.
(Clicks keyboard keys)
I know that guy.
Name's Mike Vranitch.
Loan-sharking, numbers, extortion...
he does it all.
Did you ever ask Paul
what these meetings were about?
He just said it had something to do with his roommate Alex.
What did I tell you?
(Inhales)
(Exhales)
So did the, uh, lab
get anything from the blood from the dumpster?
Yeah, it... it's a type match for Paul,
but... but that's hardly conclusive.
I mean, he's O positive, along with 40% of the world.
So you got 'em checking the D.N.A....
Yeah, yeah. (Italian accent) You know me. I do my work.
Did you call Lizzy d'Marco?
Are you really gonna do this?
Kinda promised your sisters.
(Normal voice) Wait, wait, wait. Who's Lizzy d'Marco?
Just a girl I dated, years ago...
Oh, unh, unh, unh. She was Peter's great love.
(Gasps) Oh.
Okay, so she was my great love.
It was the best year of my life,
until her job took her to Boston.
End of story.
Oh, Peter,
that's not the end of the story.
It's not.
She's back in town... and...
she's single.
Yes.
What are you finding with Paul?
I am not entirely sure.
It might be an infection, or mononucleosis,
or maybe he was just a raging alcoholic.
Whoa. Squeaky clean Paul?
Well... we all have our secrets.
I mean, look at you and...
(Whispers) Lizzy d'Marco.
(Whispers) You should ask her out.
- What... - Just take her out.
Okay, just... (Cell phone rings)
(Normal voice) Come on. You know you...
That's the hospital.
Alex is out of surgery.
The bullet nicked his transverse colon.
Otherwise, no real damage.
He should be fine in a day or two.
Don't say I never gave you anything.
Thanks, Scott.
Hmm.
Looks like a .25.
The gun in Paul's drawer was a .22.
Maybe Paul didn't shoot Alex.
Let's ask him.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically)
Alex, wake up, buddy.
Wake up.
Come on, pal! (Taps)
Wake up.
Uh, whoa, whoa.
Neat little trick from an anesthesiologist.
(Beeping continues)
(Lowered voice) Alex, sweetie.
(Beeping continues)
Time to go to school.
Breakfast is ready.
(Beeping continues)
Alex...
you're in the hospital. You've been shot,
but you're gonna be okay.
Alex, we need to know,
do you remember what happened?
(Mutters) I don't know.
I don't know. I came home late.
I unlocked the door. I walked in.
I hadn't even turned on the light when... when...
- when bam, I got... I got shot. (Morris) - Mm-hmm.
I don't... I don't remember much
after I stumbled back outside, I guess.
You told us earlier that Paul shot you.
Did you actually see him?
It... it... it was dark.
But did you see him?
I don't know, man. Why don't you ask him what happened?
Because Paul is dead.
He was shot last night.
(Sam) Mike Vranitch...
what's he got to do with all this?
Are you in some kind of trouble?
I don't want to talk anymore. (Monitor beeping rapidly)
Alex, Paul is dead because of you, isn't he?
I said I don't want to talk to you.
I want you out.
Enough!
Enough for now.
(Beeping continues)
(Beeping normalizes)
(Man speaks indistinctly)
(Siren wailing)
Mrs. Vranitch.
(Wailing continues)
We're looking for Mikey.
Know where he is?
Cops, right?
Why you gotta always hassle Mikey?
My son is a businessman.
He tries to help the people around here
when no one else will.
Alex Grant owed Mike money, didn't he?
Why would I know Mikey's business?
I don't know.
Maybe 'cause it's a family business.
You been here, what, 40 years, right?
Never had any competition in the neighborhood.
Even when I was a kid,
other shops that opened up went away real quick
or they burned down.
Yeah.
I know you, don't I?
You grew up around here.
Yeah, that's right.
And I've known Mikey long enough to know him
for exactly who he is.
Gonna be a lot easier on him
and maybe safer
if you just let us know where to find him.
Hey!
How's that brother of yours doing?
Tell Mikey we're looking for him, okay?
Hey. I thought you'd left.
Long day, huh?
Yeah. Ethan said the lab's close
to getting the D.N.A. results from the school,
so I just thought I'd wait it out.
I keep thinking about Alex and Paul.
It's strange, the...
dissimilarities.
How do they fit?
You know, how could Paul
put up with someone like that for so long?
I mean, he's been literally bailing out the guy
for the past ten years.
He might have even died
because of their friendship.
What's the connection? What's the bond?
Lab just came back with the D.N.A. results.
Is it Paul's blood?
Yes, but not just Paul's.
There were two distinct D.N.A. signatures.
So the other has to be the killer's.
Mike Vranitch.
No.
The other D.N.A. belongs to the roommate...
Alex Grant.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically)
Morning, sunshine!
(Clicks)
Hey, what the hell, man?
Take these off!
Paul didn't shoot you.
It was the other way around, wasn't it?
No way.
(Chuckles) Way.
You got sloppy, Alex,
the same as you've been your whole life.
You left blood at the school where Paul was shot.
D. N. A.!
No, that can't be right. I've never been to any school.
You know what? Cut the crap, man.
Your blood and Paul's at the scene of the crime...
(Chuckles) that's a prosecutor's wet dream.
There's not a jury in the world won't convict on that.
You owe Vranitch money.
My guess is, you went to Paul,
expecting him to bail you out, as always.
But for once, he said no.
Is that why you killed him?
(Beeping continues)
Maybe Vranitch was the one who shot you.
Who knows?
Maybe you even shot yourself.
But either way,
we have got you for Paul's murder.
So hurry up. Get well soon.
(Beeping continues)
The senseless murder
of my beloved staff member and colleague, Paul Crawford,
is not going to be a scar upon this school.
Nor will it dampen my commitment
to better education in this district...
Dr. Murphy,
obviously, the councilwoman is busy at the moment.
I thought she didn't want any press.
Now she's called a press conference?
We need to stay ahead of this.
Far too much of our political future
is tied to this school.
(Councilwoman Bennett) ...tireless dedication,
which is why I'm happy to announce
that there's been an arrest in Paul's murder.
What?
Further, I want to credit the M.E.'s office
for helping to break the case by finding D.N.A. evidence
which led to the suspect...
What the hell is she doing?
He hasn't even been formally charged yet.
I'm sorry. It's just politics.
...New students.
Further, I want to personally thank
everyone who's been involved in this amazing project.
Thank you.
(Applause)
That was incredibly premature and irresponsible.
You may well have just jeopardized this entire case.
You have your D.N.A evidence, don't you?
Then the suspect's guilty. End of story.
Excuse me.
(People speaking indistinctly)
You her new obsession, you know?
You and that old flame of yours.
I am not obsessed.
Wait a second. You told Curtis about Lizzy?
I've been looking at infarcted spleens for an hour.
I needed a distraction.
You do know that we solved this case, right?
We know what killed Paul. We know who killed Paul.
Oh, he just had so much going on...
lung lesions, diffuse lymphadenopathy
and my stains are positive for Epstein-Barr virus.
If you ask me, you don't call her.
I didn't ask you, Curtis.
Oh, I know... but here's the thing... your first love
gotta be some of the most precious memories you have,
valuable memories you'll carry your whole life.
Who knows? Might even be all you have someday.
- Oh, thank you for that. - So let's say you call her. You go out.
Maybe time hasn't been good to her, or the day doesn't go well...
poof! Your memories are tainted.
They're ruined... Forever, Peter.
(Slaps book) It's rejection.
I didn't say the man was gonna be rejected.
No, not Peter.
Paul Crawford.
He had an organ transplant.
The transplant has been quietly rejecting his body.
It's P.T.L.D. It's so rare.
Wait. If Paul had a transplanted organ,
you would've picked that up in autopsy, right?
Only his transplant wasn't a solid organ.
It's bone marrow.
We gotta get to the hospital.
I'm telling you, Peter.
Too late. I already called her.
Get the cuffs off him.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically)
No! What the hell are you doing?
I want to see the scar again.
(Handcuffs clicking) I know what you did for Paul.
(Beeping continues)
He was dying, wasn't he?
What was it, leukemia?
Yeah, I didn't... I didn't even know Paul.
And yet you donated the bone marrow
that saved his life.
Our parents went to the same church.
When he got sick, seems like
everybody in town got tested to see if they could be a donor.
And you were a match.
(Beeping continues)
And after...
when he got better,
- he always acted as if he owed me. - So that's why Paul would dowsed for you,
that was the bond, the connection?
Yeah. I took advantage of it.
'Cause no matter what, I knew he'd be there.
But there is no way
I would ever kill him.
Alex, I know that.
But the cops, they... they say they have my D.N.A.
That's because of the bone marrow transplant.
Paul's body carried two types of D.N.A....
his and yours.
The only blood at the scene was Paul's.
It doesn't tie you to anything.
No.
He's still dead because of me.
How? What do you mean?
The money I owe.
Paul went to Vranitch
and said that he'd assume the debt, so...
it's still my fault.
(Beeping continues)
(Man speaks indistinctly)
Sure wish Dr. Hunt had blown up our case tomorrow
rather than tonight.
I had dinner plans with Jeannie.
(Men speaking indistinctly)
Rough place to grow up.
Yeah, in some ways.
I mean, we had good times.
But, uh, yeah, there were a lot of bad influences.
Drugs, gangs, you know, that kind of thing.
How did you escape?
Escape? (Chuckles)
(Sighs) I guess my mom, really.
Mm.
You know, she made sure we stayed outta trouble.
We had curfew,
chores.
(Chuckles) That woman literally
followed us to school every day.
(Laughs)
A lot of good it did my brother.
What happened to your brother?
He was, uh... killed,
right around the corner from here.
He was, um, walking home from work one night.
Somebody rolled up on him, shot him.
They catch the guy?
Yeah, they caught him.
To this day, I've never known
the reason why it happened,
but...
they caught him.
(Bell on door jingles)
(Morris) Is that him?
Always knew he was a mama's boy.
(Clicking)
Hope you had a good day today, huh ma?
Mikey, cops!
(Closes cash register drawer)
(Grunts)
Come on.
What the hell is this?
This is you and me, Mikey, having a reunion.
Mikey, we got video of you
- threatening Paul Crawford. - So what?
So Paul was killed a couple nights ago. His roommate Alex was shot, too.
I heard.
So what?
They owed you money.
Then why would I kill 'em?
Where would the profit be in that?
I don't know.
Maybe you wanted to send a message
to folks who might be a little behind,
remind 'em what a tough guy you are.
You know, I always thought
you'd end up being something better than this.
Funny. (Chuckles)
You're exactly what I figured you'd be.
Well, I'm still here,
which is a lot more than we can say for that sad-ass brother of yours.
(thud) Oh!
Keep talking, Mikey. (Grunts) Say something else
about my partner's brother.
Look I was playing cards two nights ago,
I got at least a dozen guys who can alibi me.
All right. Come on.
Let's get him out of here.
(Handcuffs click)
(Engine turns over)
(Door closes)
Thanks for that.
Oh, I figured I was doing him a favor,
- saving him from you. - I guess I should have told you
about my brother before.
Don't know why I didn't.
You told me now.
(Pats arm)
Hope you don't think I'm stalking you.
Uh, uh... no. Usually my stalkers are older,
larger, more male.
You got a new uniform, I see.
Yeah, gotta keep Dr. Brumfield happy
if I hope to work up here someday.
- Yeah. - What are you doing?
Uh, we're done with Paul's body. It's told us everything it can,
so I'm going to release it.
Need any help?
Well, I've got some... pretty technical work
involving some highly sophisticated equipment here.
I don't know if you can handle it.
Wow. Yeah.
I've read about one of those in a medical journal.
Really? You read?
I'm no M.D., but maybe I could give it a try.
Okay.
I don't know.
It's really...
(Mutters)
There's a tray over there that needs work.
How does it work?
(Laughs)
No, I'm serious. It's not working.
Oh, um, well, yeah, you gotta twist
the little tiny thing at the top... oh.
Oh.
Oh. (Blows air) What did I just do?
- What did you do? - Um...
More importantly, why are you doing it in here?
Curtis, it's not her fault, I asked her to help.
Shoot.
Give me that bottle.
There's something on his hand.
Ethan, go get a sectioning kit.
Yeah.
And you go get gone.
I can't figure it out...
why I was the one who lived.
Alex, you need to walk us through what happened the other night.
Paul was shot at the school,
and then the killer came here, looking for you.
No, no. I wasn't supposed to be here.
I was out of town.
I just ended up coming back early.
Maybe the killer was looking for something else.
What was Paul working on?
Did he ever talk about what he was doing?
Uh, maybe. I don't know. I didn't pay much attention, sorry.
What about a safe? This isn't the nicest neighborhood.
- Where did you keep your valuables? - Paul had a place.
Yeah.
It's where he hid stuff to... to keep it away from me.
I wasn't supposed to know about it.
It's right...
(Grunts) Thanks.
(Rattles)
(Grunts)
(Clatters)
What are those?
Environmental survey reports... two sets...
one from the school,
and one from a... building site out in Ardmore.
The numbers are exactly the same.
There is no way you'd get the exact same results
from both sites.
- Right in here, Ethan. - Yes, that's what I'm...
What are you two up to?
Ethan happened to make a little discovery
while you were out.
There was, uh, some kind of substance on Paul's hand.
It was invisible
until it reacted to some cleaning solution.
We're trying to isolate it right now,
but here, smell this.
It's somewhere in between
paint thinner and gasoline.
Has it been identified?
It just came through the G.C. mass spec.
Looks like a mixture of hexane and acetone.
Does that make sense?
Hexane and acetone are reagents used
in the testing for soil contaminants,
like P.C.B.s and benzene. You can buy a test kit over the Internet for $50.
(Peter) So those reports...
Paul was testing the soil at the school.
Well, it makes sense.
He was a cancer survivor.
He would be obsessed with making sure
that school was safe.
(Kate) The councilwoman spent
a lot of taxpayer dollars to build this place.
If this goes the way I think it's gonna go,
this is gonna mean a huge political storm.
I hope you have a big umbrella.
You really put yourself in a bind...
promising to build a new school
within a year of being elected.
That's a lot of pressure.
Good reason to cut corners.
You show me a political office that doesn't come
with pressure, detective.
That is not a criminal offense.
(Morris speaking indistinctly) This is ridiculous.
All she wanted to do was help her district.
That's all she ever wanted.
(Sam) You know what was on that land
before you started building, right?
An electronics manufacturing company
that dumped all sorts of who knows what into that soil.
Our contractor... Kavanagh... filed all the required surveys.
How was it that you
described Paul, Ms. Bennett? (Rustles paper)
"He was so bright. He never missed a thing."
Well, he didn't miss these.
He figured out...
that the environmental report for the school...
was forged.
You need to call Mr. Kavanagh about this,
not Ms. Bennett.
He's the contractor.
Mr. Kavanagh is being brought in even as we speak.
But Mr. Kavanagh did not have the political clout
to expedite these forms
through the Public Safety Office.
I believe that's the councilwoman's signature
on this form here.
Still think we're talking to the wrong person?
(Councilwoman Bennett) Detective, 50 documents...
You're not the only one she fooled.
But what'd you tell me?
Uh... "it's only politics"?
(Morris) Your staff didn't make the promise
to build that school, you did.
But to have it cleaned up was either too costly
or just plain impossible.
(Clicks switch) - Kate. - What did you do? I wanna hear that.
Do you remember what Alex said when we first found him in the break room
just before he passed out?
Some nonsense about a carburetor.
It's a funny thing about our sense of smell,
how closely it's tied to our memories.
Why would you think I give a damn about that right now?
Because I don't think what Alex said was nonsense.
I think it was tied directly to the last memory he had
before he was shot.
So... he came home, opened the door, and smelled... carburetor?
Actually, hexane and acetone,
which are the same chemicals that Paul was using
the night he was killed.
And somehow, they must have spilled on his killer.
I remember smelling something the first time
we went to Bennett's office. It was like a nail salon.
I smell it right now.
What do you bet, I swab your coat, and we find...
(sniffs) hmm, hexane and acetone?
Mm.
I think we'll hold on to this.
(Megan) So when they ask him whose idea it was to fake the reports,
who's he gonna name, Emily?
I want to make a deal. Tell them I want to make a deal, now.
Yeah? What do you have to offer?
Kavanagh. He's the one who pulled the trigger.
He shot Paul and Alex.
But you put him up to it.
No.
I only did what had to be done.
By the time he uncovered the contamination,
it was $50 million too late.
We would've been run out of town for wasting that kind of money.
Her political career was staked on that school.
My career was staked
on that school.
(Handcuffs clicking) Emily Burrows,
you're under arrest for the murder of Paul Crawford.
Now let's go.
(Indistinct conversations)
I did it for all of us. You know that.
We could have taken the Mayor's Office. The Governor's.
I believed in you that much.
I believed in you!
Sure you want to do this?
Yeah.
(Alex) Mm.
(Exhales deeply)
Donating bone marrow to Paul, it...
it was probably... the one good thing that I ever did.
It was something that made me feel good about myself.
Well, Paul...
probably saved hundreds,
if not thousands of kids,
who would've gotten sick if that school had opened.
And if you hadn't saved Paul's life, that's what would have happened.
I'd say that's a lot of reasons
to feel good about yourself.
(Sobs)
(Sniffles)
I think I was given a second chance
when I woke up in here,
and I'm gonna do something with it.
(Exhales)
For Paul.
(J. J. Heller) ♪ Open your heart, love ♪
♪ there was a time ♪
Hey.
Mind if I have a seat?
(Chuckles)
Please don't take this personally,
but I'm really enjoying...
drinking by myself.
(Chuckles)
(Chuckles) No problem.
♪ Don't run ♪
♪ away ♪
♪ don't be ♪
♪ afraid ♪
What's wrong with that one?
♪ Love can make you new ♪
He wasn't bad, was he? (Laughs)
What are you doing here? I thought you were having dinner with Lizzie tonight.
- Yeah. I did. We're done. - And?
(Clears throat)
What happened?
I thought she was the love of your life.
We had a good time. We had a really good time, but...
- It just wasn't there anymore? - Not like it once was.
I guess that's what I needed to find out.
♪
So...
any other great loves of your life? (Laughs)
Well, there might be.
I'm always willing to listen.
I don't know if I like this new dynamic,
- you digging into my life. - Maybe it's our new thing.
Oh.
So now you're admitting that we have a thing?
♪ Oh, love ♪
We've always had a thing...
♪ today ♪
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