♪
(Panting)
(Gasps)
♪ Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on... ♪
Help me!
Semper fortis.
Mom, you said if I came over we could watch a movie!
No, I said if you finished your homework.
- Come on, it's too hard! - I know, I know,
but I swear, you will use it for everything.
Really. Especially if you want to be a doctor or a lawyer.
I don't want to be either of those.
Okay. What do you want to be?
A fashion designer.
Semper fortis.
Always... something.
(Knock on door) Oh. Must be your father.
Already?
Hey.
Hello, Todd.
- Thanks for watching her. - Anytime.
Come on, kiddo. Let's go.
See you, Megan.
Thanks, mom.
I'm sorry about the movie.
Maybe we can do it this weekend.
I can't. I'm going to Boston with dad and Kate.
Oh.
Well, then, um...
next weekend.
Okay.
Let me get this straight. This tall? You're sure?
Man, she took a real beating.
Then some soulless bastard dumps her out here.
Well, that's if she was dumped.
A guy walking his dog came across the body
and Mr. Meth Head over there
- going through her pockets. - What do you want me to say?!
Hey, settle down.
Liver temp and rigor puts T.O.D.
between 5:00 and 7:00 PM yesterday.
No obvious fatal trauma.
No strangulation. No stab wounds.
Ooh.
Nice compound fracture of the tibia, though.
How hard would you have to hit someone to do that?
Never underestimate the power of meth.
Detective Morris, good to see you.
Dr. Hunt. Nice tennis shoes. Very C.S.A.
(Man shouts indistinctly, camera shutter clicks)
Crime scene appropriate. (Chuckles)
You get an I.D. on this girl yet?
No. My newfound friend dookie over here isn't gonna... (Speaking indistinctly)
tell us anything till he lands back on planet earth.
Well, this looks like it could be a handprint.
I'm thinking she and dookie came out here to get high.
He tries to take advantage. She fights back.
Mm. I don't think this girl presents as a drug user.
Well, it's what's on the inside that counts, right, doctor?
(Chuckles) I'll let you know what I get out of Rocket Man.
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Police radio chatter, siren wails)
Bud was almost in a good mood.
- His wife let him back in the house. - Ah.
What is with those shoes anyway?
I'm not wearing heels. So?
Well, that's a first.
Maybe my mind was on other things.
(Sighs)
Lacey is going to Boston this weekend...
with Todd and Kate.
- Ah. - He didn't even consult me.
A whole weekend with his new girlfriend,
who, by the way, just also happens to be my...
Your boss.
(Indistinct conversations, camera shutters click)
Good morning, Dr. Murphy.
I understand we've got a dumped body.
We're not sure if it was dumped or not.
Great. This area's supposed to be family friendly.
I already have the city tourist board calling me.
And here I was,
concerned about a woman who was beaten to death. Hmm.
- You know that for a fact? - Not yet.
Well, until you do, I'm consulting.
Send me the X-rays as soon as you have 'em.
(Camera shutters clicking)
Go, team.
(Kate) Okay, folks, I have a brief statement.
The body of a woman was found this morning.
We have no I.D. at this time.
(Morris) Who was she, dookie?
I don't know who she is.
I already told you.
Who was she?
(Sighs) I don't know.
I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!
Knock it off. Knock it off. Knock it off!
You know what I think?
I think you two were getting high.
Things got out of hand.
You dragged her off the path into those godforsaken woods.
You took her money, and you beat her to death.
No! I told you, when I tripped
is when I first saw her body, but she was dead already. (Pounds table)
Is that before or after you shot up?
Jane Doe, approximately 30 years old.
No obvious cause of death.
Severe abrasions on the right side.
Compound fracture of the left tibia.
How big was the guy who did this? (Camera shutter clicking)
If it's the guy from the scene, about Ethan's size
with the added bonus of meth.
Uh, meth gives you superhuman strength.
It does not make you stronger.
It just makes you feel like you are.
It blocks the brain's pain receptors
so the muscles operate beyond fatigue.
(Clicks) And she has a tattoo
on her left wrist of four horses.
Of the apocalypse?
Four little horses, and you go apocalypse?
Well, horses are scary, and there's four of 'em.
Those don't look like badass, scary horses to me.
Those are nice horses.
Horses are never nice.
If you don't mind,
there is something written beneath the horses.
"PA-1302". (Click)
- Ah. - Thank you.
And she has glitter on her lips. Hmm.
Presumably from her lipstick.
Are you sure she wasn't a user?
There's no evidence of xerostomia.
- Why? - There's white powder under her nails.
Is that cocaine?
Huh. Maybe Bud was right,
and our victim and her attacker were doing drugs together.
Or not. (Camera shutter clicks)
Forensics found a D.N.A. match in Codis
to the bloody handprint.
We have a new suspect, sort of.
Sort of? (Click)
Zoe Brant. She's doing four to seven years in County.
How do you kill someone
if you're already behind bars?
(Fabric snaps)
Body of Proof 2x06 - Second Chances Original air date October 25, 2011
Sync and corrected by atrn97g www.addic7ed.com
(Morris) Zoe Brant...
serving four to seven for nearly beating
your drug dealer to death.
But good behavior got you, uh, horse therapy
at Grass Hill Stables two days a week.
Yeah, so?
(Indistinct conversations)
Oh, my God. That's Bryn.
Does Bryn have a last name?
(Slides picture)
Yeah. Bryn Walker. She started the program.
What happened to her?
You tell us. That's your blood on her shirt.
Wait. You think I did this? I got cut yesterday.
A horse kicked me to the ground. Bryn helped me up.
That part of the therapy, getting knocked to the ground?
(Scoffs) Bryn used horses to help us learn
how to control our emotions, how to be more sensitive.
And what emotions do you think
made that horse want to kick you in the head?
Uh, pain. I was bandaging the horse's leg.
Uh, Bryn was teaching me to be a veterinary assistant.
Wow. That's a long road.
I'm out in three months. I've got a little girl,
and I want to be able to take care of her.
What's your little girl's name?
None of your business.
Wow. That horse therapy's really working for you, Zoe.
We'll be in touch.
(Woman) Let's go.
(Indistinct conversations continue)
So much for good behavior. Five will get you ten that, uh,
Zoe tried to escape, Bryn got in the way.
Why would she escape? She's out in three months.
'Cause she's a felon and a user.
You saw those track marks.
Yeah, I saw them. They were old.
It may be hard for you to comprehend, detective,
but users do get clean.
People can change. Bryn Walker believed that.
Maybe, but she wouldn't be the first person
who got killed by giving a felon a second chance.
(Megan) Anything on those X-rays to give us cause of death?
(Kate) Not found yet.
These injuries are all remote. Maybe a couple of years old.
Shattered her right ankle, broken clavicle,
broke her arm a couple of times.
Those are riding injuries she must have competed.
That would be an understatement.
Bryn was a champion equestrian.
She won a competition just a few days ago.
And I think I've solved the mystery about her tattoo.
The only family she has was her brother, Andrew.
He died in prison.
PA-1302 was his prison I.D. number.
If you can't save the ones you love,
- save everyone else. - What about the four horses?
- Of the apocalypse, right? - What is it with you guys?
It's the four horsemen of the apocalypse,
not the horses.
I also got the blood tox back.
Uh, Bryn wasn't a recent user, and she didn't O.D.
And we still don't have an I.D.
of that white powder from her nails.
(Scoffs) There is no way this woman
met up with a meth head to get high.
Is there anything besides the blood to implicate Zoe?
Not unless she picked Bryn up by the foot
and swung her around.
Tib-fib spiral fractures.
Usually you see this around machinery accidents,
like if a limb gets stuck in something and twisted.
There was no machinery around the crime scene.
You know what?
Spiral fractures, contusions on one side...
I think that Bryn got her foot caught in her stirrup.
She was dragged by a horse.
(People speaking indistinctly)
A riding accident?
No, I find that hard to believe.
And why is that, Mr. Brooks?
Ms. Walker was a pro.
Did she often ride without a helmet?
Nope, but I only manage this place.
But I can tell you,
she only rode one horse, and there he is,
no worse for wear.
First class champion. (Neighs)
Shh. Ooh, it's okay. It's all right.
Well, I don't see any saddle marks or sweat stains.
This horse hasn't been ridden in a while.
You know horses?
I used to ride. My daughter has the bug now.
Really? 'Cause I... I buy and sell on the side
if you're ever in the market. (Horse neighs)
Bryn had a tattoo with four horses.
Sure she doesn't ride any other horse?
Not that I know of.
Well, thank you very much for your time, Mr. Brooks.
No problem.
You know, if you're ever in the market.
(Laughs)
Did you see the way this horse flinched when he touched him?
So?
So Zoe's right.
Horses are very sensitive to people.
One false move...
So we're still looking for the horse Bryn fell off of.
I'll make some calls, see if anybody in Philly
has a missing horse in their backyard.
(Nickers)
Shh.
(Man speaking indistinctly)
(Lacey) Hello.
Lace, hi. It's me.
What are you doing later?
The lower half of both Bryn's lungs collapsed.
Megan hasn't sectioned them yet?
She set aside the lungs for Ethan.
Well, Ethan's not here, and Megan's still at the stable,
so I'll do it.
Well, we still don't have C.O.D.
Hand me the scissors.
(Cart rattles)
Thanks.
What?
First you're consulting, and now you're dissecting?
Mnh-Mnh. You're never this helpful.
(Sighs)
Todd and I are taking Lacey to Boston for the weekend.
Oh.
Well, being helpful isn't gon' help.
Thanks.
Wait. What is that?
(Scissors clatter)
Mm.
- What is that? - Mm.
Looks like some kind of undigested food.
How'd that get in her lungs?
(Pants) Why are we doing this?
Megan thinks that Bryn falling off a horse
had something to do with her death.
It would help to find some evidence
that she was actually riding one.
This is definitely not in my job description.
You and me both, Sundance.
Hey.
I got hoofprints here.
Oh. I've got crap.
Well, keep looking.
No, seriously. I've got crap.
Okay.
Is that...
Yep. Manure.
Horse was definitely here.
We're done.
You know, horses give me the creeps.
It all goes back to my childhood, when I was younger,
and my... my gramps wouldn't let us watch cartoons.
We would have to watch reruns of "Mister Ed",
you know, with his lips and his teeth moving.
It was like a nightmare.
- Hey, Ethan. - Huh?
I think we found our horse.
Wow. This riding vest inflates when you fall.
Look, it's got a drawstring. You attach it to the saddle,
and then when you fall off the horse...
I thought we were shopping for my trip.
Why would we need to shop for your trip?
- What kind of trip is this? - A lame one.
You don't want to go?
Emily's birthday is on Saturday, and she's having a huge party.
But instead, I get to be the third wheel
with dad and Kate.
Does your father know about this?
He doesn't care.
Maybe you could talk to him?
Maybe you could wear this vest?
Mom, I know what I'm doing on a horse.
Lacey, a woman fell off her horse yesterday and died.
She was a very good rider, but her foot still got caught
- in the stirrup. You're getting this vest. - I don't see how her foot
could've gotten caught in her stirrup...
Lacey.
...because most riders I know... (Slides mouse)
use saddles with safety stirrups. (Clicks mouse button)
See, when you fall, the sidebar detaches,
and your foot comes out.
(People speaking indistinctly)
Hey, Ethan and I found this horse
out by the crime scene.
Bryn's name is on the saddle.
- Where's Ethan? - Uh, therapy.
What is going on, Dr. Hunt? (Horse neighs)
Detective Morris, this is my daughter, Lacey.
What the hell? Is this "bring your daughter to work day"?
Watch your language. She's only 12.
I'm almost 12 1/2.
Mr. Brooks,
it appears that Bryn rode more than one horse.
Uh, it must be one of the misfits
she used with her prisoners.
Mm. Lacey, you're up.
(Snorts) Whoa.
Whoa.
- It's okay. - It's okay.
These kind of saddles are made with safety stirrups.
See, if you fall, and your foot gets caught,
you don't get dragged 'cause it releases...
(Grunts)
...but this one is broken.
See, it's supposed to release like this.
(Clicks)
Uh, maybe it got stuck in the accident.
Oh, right. Horse did it all by himself.
(Peter) This isn't broken.
These scratches look like tool marks.
Someone's tampered with this stirrup.
Bryn's saddle was sabotaged.
This is, uh, Bryn's storage shed.
Well, open it.
(Jangles keys)
Excuse me. Will, what are you doing?
This is police business, sir.
This is private property.
You don't go in there without Bryn's permission.
Bryn's dead.
What?
James Savage.
He's Bryn's boyfriend.
(Lowered voice) Keep him busy for a while.
I want to see what's in that shed.
Sure.
Mr. Savage...
I'm very sorry that you had to find out this way.
How long were you and Bryn together?
(Horse neighs) About a year.
We, uh, met at a competition.
(Sighs) Just moved in together.
Why didn't you call the police when Bryn didn't come home?
She was here at the stable.
Overnight?
Yeah. There's a couch in the office.
Sometimes she would stay there if she had to work late.
The prisoner program required a ton of paperwork.
Did Bryn ever mention
having a fight with one of the other prisoners?
No, why?
It seems somebody sabotaged her saddle.
Anyone else at the stable have a problem with Bryn?
Yeah. It's that creep who works here.
Will Brooks?
Yeah. He made some passes at her.
He... he wouldn't let her alone.
(Horse neighs)
(Object clatters)
- Where's my mom? - Crap.
Don't sneak up on people with guns, kid.
Didn't your mom tell you to wait in the car?
Didn't she tell you to watch your language?
All right. Go do what she said.
- You do what she said. - You do what she said.
You do what she said.
(Laughs)
You have no idea what that stuff is, do you?
I'll figure it out.
It's a hoof pick.
Cleans their feet.
(Objects clatter)
Wow. Look at these ribbons.
Do you know what it takes
to be this kind of a champion rider?
A horse, for starters?
It's all about discipline and awareness,
of yourself and your horse.
It's a lot about communication...
when to take control and when to ease up on the reins.
Oh, listen to you. A mini-Megan.
You don't like my mom much, do you?
Oh, I like her fine.
She's like liver. Six days a week is a little much.
I wouldn't know.
(Horse neighs)
These look all right to you?
Yeah.
Your mom's looking for you back at the car.
Hey. You find anything out from our friend?
Well, it seems that Will Brooks may have wanted
a little bit more than just the keys to Bryn's shed,
if you know what I mean.
I don't get it.
Uh... ask your mom.
- Yeah. - I don't mean sex.
I mean, how does an expert rider
fall off her horse?
I understand you have Bryn's file.
Yeah. I... I might have a lead on her C.O.D.
I found a piece of broccoli in her right lung
that was macerated with stomach juices.
- You did? - Yes, I know. Sorry.
It's your body, but you were at the stable,
- and Ethan was not here. - Why are you taking Lacey to Boston?
I am not taking her anywhere. Todd is.
With you.
Megan, I'm not trying to replace you.
Could I have the file, please?
(Sighs)
- So I just won't go, then. - Yes, you will.
- Megan... - Her heart is normal.
(Sighs) Blood work, too.
So how did the contents of her stomach end up in her lungs?
A blow to the abdomen? Maybe the fall off the horse?
Yes, but what made her fall off the horse...
and cause food to get in her lungs
and both lower lobes to collapse?
It has to be a drug.
But you said yourself, her blood work was normal.
Tox screens don't catch everything.
If there is...
an injection site,
it would have to be in the abraded area.
Otherwise, we would've found it earlier.
Maybe someplace where she didn't feel it.
The soft tissue. Her hip.
There is a bump here.
There has to be an entry point.
(Object clatters)
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Kate) Todd.
You took Lacey to a crime scene?
I think he's here to see me.
I'm sorry. I'm... I'm... just... just give me one minute.
Yeah. I'll take the sample to the lab.
Okay, I'll...
Lacey calls me talking about... about sabotaged saddles
and... and dead horse riders.
Where is she, by the way?
In my office doing homework.
Any killers in there?
(Scoffs) At least I'm not taking her away for the weekend
with my new girlfriend.
Why are you doing that?
She has heart set on going to that party.
Yeah, that party is being chaperoned
by Emily's brother, by the way. He's 17.
Which I would've known if I had any say in my daughter's life.
You gave that up five years ago.
I didn't give up being her mother.
Why don't you just let her stay with me this weekend?
No. No way. I'm taking her home, Megs.
(Sighs)
Uh, results on the powder under Bryn's fingernails...
traces of oat bran and sugar and phenylbutazone,
also known as...
Bute. It's a... a horse pain reliever.
It's...
It, um...
it sounds like she put it
in some kind of mash to feed the horse.
Uh, that's not all.
You know, uh, that jumping competition
she won a few days ago?
A horse was disqualified
for having too much bute in its system.
Whose horse?
(Closes folder)
The boyfriend... James Savage.
You think that she buted his horse
to get him disqualified?
Well, maybe Bryn's not as squeaky clean as we thought.
You and Bryn were rivals.
See, I didn't know that, uh, horseback riding was
the only olympic competition
where men and women competed equally.
And she has been kicking your ass.
You've come in second ten times in the last two years to her...
The Privvy Invitational, Grosspoint Grand,
East Coast Summit.
She drugs your horse. You get disqualified.
She ends up dead.
I didn't kill Bryn. That is absurd.
Detective, do you know why you're only allowed
to give a small amount of bute for a competition?
No, doctor. Why?
Because if it needs bute, that means it's injured.
And making a horse compete like that
would be inhumane.
Mr. Savage, we both know Bryn was not the kind of person
to bute a horse before a competition.
Bute is administered orally.
If it gets on your hands, it can cause skin irritation.
You buted your own horse, didn't you?
The only thing I ever put on my horse during competition
was coat shine.
I make it myself, and it's legal.
Let's see. Show me your hands.
- Why? - I'm gonna test you for bute.
- Don't you need a warrant? (Morris) - Sure.
And when we get one, we'll have one for your trailer
and your car, your house, your computer.
Anything on there you don't want us to find?
(Sighs)
Okay. I buted my own horse.
We're all looking for an edge.
But I didn't kill Bryn.
What I don't get is if Pagliacci here
buted his own horse, then why is it on Bryn's hand?
Did you find any in the shed?
No. Then again, why don't you ask your daughter?
She's like you. She's a know-it-all, too.
She should've stayed in the car.
I think she just misses you.
Why?
What?
Did she say something?
Look, I... I don't know kids. I just...
She seems like she wants to spend more time with you. (Cell phone beeps)
I told her she was nuts.
What is it?
Preliminary lab report.
Bryn was injected with succinylcholine bromide.
A little slower please.
It's a paralytic that vets use to put horses down.
Ah. Now we're back to Zoe.
She was training to be a veterinary's assistant.
To provide for her daughter.
(Sighs) I'll send some guys out to the stables
and see if there's a veterinary kit with some missing, uh...
Succinylcholine bromide.
Why would she kill Bryn? She was trying to help Zoe.
Why? Look at your own evidence.
The drug, the blood on Bryn's shirt,
access to the saddle...
all roads lead to Zoe.
You're the one who's always talking about the body as proof.
What is it telling you? (Exhales)
Asphyxiation by succinylcholine.
That's what killed Bryn.
There's a vial missing,
and your fingerprints are all over that box.
Outgoing phone records from the stable office.
Somebody was calling your family.
Bryn caught you using the phone, didn't she?
Threatened to take away your privileges,
- bounce you out of the program... - That's not what happened.
A guard saw you arguing with Bryn outside the office
an hour before she was killed.
We were arguing because I wanted her to stop calling my mother.
- Bryn was making those calls? - Yeah.
She was trying to convince my mom to let my kid see me.
Why would that make you angry?
My mom gave up on me a long time ago.
I appreciate what Bryn was trying to do,
but you can't convince someone you've changed
if they don't want to believe it.
(People speaking indistinctly)
Why are your fingerprints on the box?
Bryn asked me to put that box back in the cabinet.
She'd just stopped someone from trying to put a horse down.
- Who? - I don't know.
Some guy who doesn't like horses.
She, uh, she wouldn't say anymore.
Uh-huh. And this, uh, this horse, what did it look like?
I don't know. It was a white one.
It, uh, it was new to the stable,
had an injured front leg.
You're sure the horse was white?
Yeah.
(Indistinct conversations)
Excuse me, detective.
Uh, I'm Zoe Brant's mother.
You wanted to speak to me.
Oh, yes. Thanks for coming in.
Uh... who is this?
This is Zoe's daughter, Laila.
- Hi. - Hi.
That's pretty.
(Velcro crackles)
No, sweetie. Um, Laila, come... come by grandma.
Thank you.
Um... Mrs. Brant, have you ever talked to a woman
named Bryn Walker?
(Ethan) What were you eating?
Man, this is weird.
It looks like the horse digested
some kind of metallic substance.
What is that smell?
Well, I just spent an hour with the white horse
trying to figure out why someone would want to kill him.
And, uh, I'm now knee-deep in horse poop.
Maybe it's the horse poop.
Did you find anything apart from metal in his...
Yeah, he was sick with colic.
And I found bute in his whiskers mixed in with oat bran...
Oat bran and sugar.
Yes.
So Bryn was taking care of a sick horse.
But that doesn't explain
why she was riding a horse she didn't own.
Those are the horse's veterinary files.
I found a brand on the horse and then tracked down the owner.
- Any connection to Bryn? - Mm-hmm. Will Brooks.
The guy bought the horse from him,
and then returned it because it didn't perform well.
This horse was supposed to compete?
Mm-hmm.
You were a little, um, hard on Megan yesterday,
don't you think?
Yeah. Sorry to get you involved in all that.
You kinda crossed that line
when you invited Lacey to spend the weekend with us.
See, you didn't know the old Megan, okay?
She wasn't always this attentive.
- So she's changed. - Yeah.
Maybe she deserves a break.
Whose side are you on?
Ours. Listen...
we are great together.
True.
But this isn't about us.
I think maybe you invited Lacey for the weekend
because... you're afraid of letting go.
No, no. Uh, you don't understand.
My parents were divorced.
I know what it's like to be stuck in the middle.
(Cell phone rings) Sorry.
(Ring)
(Sighs)
(Exhales)
Just make sure this is about Lacey
and not... about your own stuff.
Okay? I gotta go. Thanks.
Yeah.
(Megan) Bryn told Zoe
that she stopped somebody from putting down a horse.
So maybe that led to putting down Bryn?
We figure out what's wrong with that horse,
maybe we can isolate Bryn's killer.
Well, I mean, I'm no veterinarian,
but just looking at these X-rays, I can tell you,
he's got arthritis, splints, deterioration of the skeleton.
I mean, this is an old horse.
Will Brooks sold it as a show horse.
I mean, why would he think it could compete?
Sell ice to eskimos. Check out the teeth.
It looks like somebody filed them down
and filled them with something.
(Megan) So that's why the horse flinched.
Will must have had silver nitrate on his hands.
Come again?
It's called bishoping.
It's this horrible process
where they use silver nitrate to alter the shape of the teeth
to make the horse look younger.
And then sell it at a higher price.
So maybe Bryn discovered that Brooks was bishoping horses.
And then he killed Bryn to shut her up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What are you searching through my stuff for?
I thought a prisoner killed Bryn.
Yeah, well, she wasn't bishoping horses, was she? Keep an eye on him.
Horses freak me out,
but I feel for them, knowing guys like that exist.
Hey, I got something.
Huh?
Succinylcholine, empty.
(Imitates Mister Ed) Well, Wilbur,
we just need to find the syringe.
You feel better now you got that out?
(Normal voice) Oh, yeah.
Much better.
(Morris) Bryn was planning on going to the authorities.
That's why you sabotaged her saddle
and shot her full of that drug.
I didn't kill Bryn, okay? We had a deal.
What deal?
She caught me. Okay.
I promised to stop bishoping horses if she kept quiet,
and in return, I would give
all the old horses to her therapy program.
You would just give her all the horses?
- That, or I could sell 'em for dog food. (Morris) - Wow. You really are
- a poster child for animal rights. - I kept my end.
I stayed out all night helping her with the damn horse.
- Helping her how? - It had colic,
so you have to keep it moving.
You have to keep walking it.
And the last time I saw this, it was in Bryn's hand.
Come on. I swear to you.
Somebody set me up.
I'll hold him on animal cruelty,
but for the murder, I need confirmation on the drug.
We'll get it to the lab right now.
Any chance that Zoe set Will up?
(Morris) I don't think so. I talked to Zoe's mother.
It was Bryn calling her from the stable office, not Zoe.
Why?
Well, Bryn wanted Zoe to see her daughter
so they could connect before she got out.
And the mother was against that?
You can't convince somebody you've changed
if they don't want to believe you.
- Zoe said that. - And her mother didn't buy it.
She's on the fence.
What do you think, detective?
(Chuckles)
(Elevator bell dings)
"4 horses... 8.9 million results"?
I gotta go. Yeah.
My God.
Megan.
Oh. Who are you here to see?
Uh, you.
- Mm. - Can you hang on?
This will just take a second, all right?
What?
(Sighs) I thought about it,
and... I think
Lacey should stay with you this weekend.
Okay. Great.
Because I've been doing some thinking, too,
and I want to be more involved in her life.
From now on, I want her every other weekend.
(Chuckles) Wow.
I extend an olive branch, you want the whole tree.
- I think Lacey would want me to... - Megan.
No, Megan, Megan... (Cell phone rings)
- Hold that thought. - Yeah, sure. I'll do that.
Hello.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, I'll tell him.
Oh, no, no. Do not look at me like that.
- Same old Megan. - No, I'm not.
What I am is done trying to prove myself to you.
And that was Lacey. You're late to pick her up.
What? I can't...
I gotta go. I... I will talk to you later.
I gotta... wow.
Todd was just here.
He had to leave to pick up Lacey,
otherwise I'm sure he would've come by to say hello.
It's fine, Megan.
He doesn't have to see me every time he comes to see you.
(Chuckles) That's very adult of you.
Well, I don't imagine I'm gonna lose him to you, am I?
(Laughs)
No, he's all yours.
(Laughs) I don't know if I'd go that far.
Well, at least for the weekend.
Lacey's staying with me.
Oh, I'm glad to hear it.
Listen, I know Todd.
I know, this kind of decision,
he didn't get there without someone kicking him in the...
So...
you're actually here to thank me?
What I'm trying to say is...
That you're sorry...?
There may have been times
when I took my anger at Todd out on you,
and...
I'm really bad at this.
Oh, for God sake. Just say it.
Okay. I'm sorry and thank you.
(Slaps thighs)
Now see? Was it that hard?
(Knock on door)
Yes, Curtis.
We've got a problem.
I checked the amount of succinylcholine
left in the syringe Ethan found.
Is this right?
She didn't get enough to kill her.
There was enough succinylcholine in Bryn's system
to paralyze her, but not enough to kill her.
She was still alive lying in that ravine?
That's cold.
So what stopped her breathing?
I assumed the manure at the crime scene
came from the white horse,
so I ran his D.N.A. against it to double-check.
It wasn't a match.
Ethan, we're trying to solve a murder.
Go take your 4-H project somewhere else.
Don't you get it?
The manure wasn't from the horse that Bryn was riding, Sherlock.
So someone else rode a different horse
out to the crime scene.
Yes, and he ate something shiny.
Glitter.
Somehow he ingested it.
Why would a horse eat glitter?
He wouldn't.
(Peter) We found glitter on Bryn at autopsy.
Traces of it on her lips.
(Ethan) So she ate it, too?
No, she didn't eat anything.
She inhaled it.
The glitter was on the killer's hands
that's what made her stop breathing.
He suffocated her.
Why would a horseback rider have glitter on his hands?
To win.
(Snorts)
(Neighs)
(Snorts)
(Tires scrape gravel)
Hey there.
Hi.
Could you get off the horse, please, Mr. Savage?
Off the horse, please.
Hi.
You give your horse every advantage, don't you?
Numb its pain with drugs,
coat shine on his nose to make it all shiny.
We found it in Bryn's eyes and nose.
Your own special brand, remember?
You forgot it was on your glove when you suffocated her.
That's crazy. Why would I do that?
Jealousy.
I saw the phone records from the stable office
the night before Bryn died.
You called there repeatedly. You thought she was with Will.
You were right.
Making all those times that she beat you in competition
feel that much worse.
Some men just can't handle that.
But her betrayal gave you the perfect way
to get rid of her... pin it on Will.
(Morris) You sabotaged her saddle, sent her off
on her afternoon ride paralyzed with succinylcholine,
and then let her horse do the rest.
You put the evidence in Will's shed,
Will takes the fall,
and then you start winning blue ribbons instead of red.
What happened, James... the horse reared,
you didn't get the needle in far enough?
You screwed up. That's why you went out there.
(Megan) You knew there was a chance she would survive.
You had to go out there to finish her off yourself.
Her punishment for being better than you will ever be.
Better?
So... she cheats on me with some trailer-park loser,
and you think that she's better than me?
Oh, well, you showed her, didn't you?
The thing is, James,
she didn't cheat on you.
Yeah, she was with Will,
saving a horse's life.
You're under arrest for the murder of Bryn Walker.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used in a court of law. (Handcuffs clicking)
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
an attorney will be provided for you.
Do you understand these rights?
Some former prisoners took up a collection.
They're planning a memorial for Bryn.
So she does have a family after all.
Any word from Todd?
Yeah.
He's agreed to let me have Lacey
every other weekend. (Chuckles)
We're telling her tonight.
Be careful what you wish for, huh?
(Both chuckle)
I, um, found the four horses, by the way.
It's a discourse by the Buddha.
The Buddha?
Uh-huh. (Laughs)
Um... the excellent horse
moves before the whip touches its back.
The good horse runs at the lightest touch.
The poor horse doesn't move until he feels pain.
And then there's the very bad horse.
He doesn't move until the whip penetrates his marrow.
My car accident...
was my whip.
It broke me.
And it...
brought me back to Lacey.
What if I screw up again?
You won't.
(Exhales deeply)
(Speaking indistinctly)
We caught Bryn Walker's killer.
And her program's gonna continue,
so you'll have a job when you get out.
I appreciate that.
There's one other thing.
Oh, my God.
Hi, baby.
Mommy.
You're so beautiful.
(Sighs)
So, uh, your mother and I were talking,
and... and we were wondering...
if you wanted to stay with her more often.
But it... it's no pressure. If... if... if...
- Yeah. - If you don't want to, that's okay, too.
Yeah.
No, no, I... I would like to.
Okay.
Okay, good. We'll come up with some kind of schedule.
All right? Something you can count on.
Maybe every other weekend to start, okay?
Does that mean I can stay with mom this weekend?
(Laughs)
Yeah, it... sure.
And can I go to the party?
(Laughs)
How about...
you and I go see a movie together?
It's a pretty good compromise.
Yeah. Yeah, I'll... I'll check online.
I'll see what the showtimes are.
(Blows air)
(Laughs)
Nice save.
I'm learning.
(Laughs)
Oh.
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