(Children speaking indistinctly)
(Boy) Helen!
Let me go! Let me go! (Car door closes)
Let me go! Let me go!
No! Noah!
(Grunts) Oh! Get off me!
No!
No! Noah!
- No! - Let me go!
No!
- Noah! - Aah!
Helen! Let me go! (Police radio chatter)
(Voice echoes) Let me go!
(Car door closes)
So your mom decided to run again this year.
Good for her.
Bad for me.
Two months of fund-raising and glad-handing hell.
Dr. Hunt, not a moment too soon.
Where's Sam?
Training at Quantico.
It's a great opportunity, but really bad timing.
I hear we have a hit-and-run and a missing child.
You're looking at Helen Martin.
Live-in nanny to a 6-year-old boy... Noah Parker.
She and Noah were last seen down by the swings
- about 30 minutes ago. - What do your witnesses say?
Well, they're all nannies. Two of them heard screams.
But the one in the middle saw a silver truck.
We're bringing 'em down to the station for statements.
- Could use your help on that. - Yeah, sure.
- What do you make of it? - My guess is, he came for the kid,
Helen got in the way of the car, and he just ran her down.
That's mastoid bruising.
Looks like a basilar skull fracture.
She was hit at a high speed.
These scratches here?
These aren't from the impact.
Defensive wounds. There was a struggle first.
She was fighting for the boy.
An inhaler. Helen had asthma.
No. This mask is designed for kids.
(Man speaks indistinctly)
Noah has asthma.
And he's without his inhaler.
(Morris) I know this must be difficult for you.
I can assure you, we are using every resource at our disposal.
Now you are certain that this is what your son was wearing?
Noah's in a phase where he only likes two shirts.
He had to be wearing the skateboard robot.
We're also gonna need a sample of his DNA...
a... a comb or a shirt, something he wore...
and also his dental records.
Why? What else do you know? Have you found something?
(Man) We don't know anything yet.
Detective Morris is taking standard precautions.
Jennifer, Tom, this is, uh, special agent Derek Ames, FBI.
(Ames) Please sit.
(Sighs)
What can you tell us about our son?
Nothing yet. That's why I've come to you,
so we can learn as much as possible
as we start our investigation.
There's more than a 50% chance
that whoever did this is someone you and your son know,
maybe even trust.
Why don't we start with Helen?
Helen was a saint.
She loved Noah so much. She was family to us.
Helen's taken care of Noah since he was born.
She died trying to save our son.
I'm... I'm... I'm sure of that.
What about someone who knew Helen,
someone who might take advantage of her?
Uh, Helen didn't have any family that we knew of.
As for friends, I... the truth is, we didn't pry.
(Ames) Of course.
I've worked on missing persons cases for 20 years.
You should know, you're doing everything right.
The more you tell us,
the better the chances we'll find Noah alive.
Now before we go on,
the best thing for us all is if we gather Noah's records.
Would you mind?
Derek Ames, the Swami of Calm.
People find good odds comforting.
They can focus on making their hope a reality.
Three-quarters of abducted children who die
are killed within the first three hours of their abduction.
How's that for odds?
We don't have time.
I never said we did.
We'll need all their contacts ASAP.
Where you going?
To see your M.E. about the body.
Hopefully, he'll have a theory.
You mean she, and as for theories...
be careful what you wish for.
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Clicking)
Fractures start 48 centimeters up.
(Curtis) Ground clearance for a light truck,
silver paint chips.
Bruises on the thigh are angular,
which could be from a headlight.
Can you match those imprints to a make and model?
Give us a few hours, and we'll tell you
- if it's standard or luxury. - Deal.
If you're from the Bureau, I'm not ready
- to announce cause of death. - Shame. And I came all this way.
I was promised you'd have a theory. You mind?
What I have is a woman who threw herself
at a speeding truck to protect a child.
Mm-hmm. Oh, I'm Derek Ames.
I'm busy, Derek Ames.
(Scoffs) You want my theory?
You're working too fast.
You don't have kids, do you?
There's a boy out there who's terrified
counting on us to find him,
- and you think I'm working too fast? - One missed detail,
you hold back the whole investigation.
You can't let your heart get the better of you.
Nobody has ever accused me of that.
Hmm.
There is bruising on the right shoulder.
Looks like finger impressions.
Maybe a couple of days old.
Okay. That's helpful.
I'm gonna go back
and take another look at Helen's room.
Uh... I could do with an extra pair of sharp eyes.
Sure. After I get cause of death.
Hmm. It's a date.
She was so proud of Noah.
Every prayer group, she'd have another story about him,
another picture.
Did she have any enemies you know of?
I doubt it.
But I don't know her as well as her friends at church.
Enemies? No. She was loved.
Someone didn't love her.
They left an imprint of their hand on her neck.
She tried to bring her boyfriend to services once.
He seemed like bad news.
He never came back.
Do you remember his name?
Oscar Mendez.
Helen's been seeing him for a couple of years.
Sometimes she would show up with bruises.
Helen had a good heart.
She assumed everyone else did, too.
(Morris) Oscar Mendez... two drunk and disorderlies,
served five months... accomplice to assault.
You think I took the Parker boy? Go check my place.
Right. 'Cause that's exactly where you'd take him.
Look, I knew this was why you guys brought me in here.
Look, the boy's all over the news.
- Everybody saying it's a kidnapping. - And what would you call it, huh?
Murder of the woman I love.
If this was just about Helen, just about a nanny from Camden,
you and I would never be talking.
Mm-hmm. Want to talk about this? (Taps table)
This is your hand impression on her neck.
I would never hurt Helen, man.
Her friends tell us otherwise.
All right. All right.
Yeah, we got in an argument, all right?
- Helen told me she was leaving town. - Oh, come on.
You'd been fighting.
What better way to get even than to take the kid she loves?
I'm not perfect, but she was.
And she was all that I had going for me.
Why... would I want to lose that?
(Police radio chatter)
(People speak indistinctly)
(Indistinct conversations)
Ah. Cause of death... transection of the cord
at the foramen magnum due to blunt force trauma.
So she was killed on impact?
- Correct. Find anything in Helen's room? - Not a lot,
except a few discarded photos of Oscar Mendez.
So she dumps him, and then he tries to exact revenge.
How are the parents holding up?
- Well, good as any. (Man) - Sir, I'll take those.
I'm working them for as much information as I can.
Sensitive. And you think I move too fast?
At the end of the day,
the boy's either in their arms or on your table.
Deeds not words.
(Cell phone rings)
Start tracing. (Ring)
(Man) - Recording to channel 1. (Man) - Triangulating the area.
(Ring) (People speaking indistinctly)
Hello.
(Noah) Mommy!
- Noah, where are you? - Mommy, help!
(Man) - Put down the phone! - Noah?
(Line disconnects) Noah?!
- Didn't get it. - Not enough time.
(Fabric snaps)
Body of Proof 2x03 - Missing Original air date October 4, 2011
Sync and corrected by atrn97g www.addic7ed.com
Okay, so phone tracking only took us to north Philly.
And nobody recognized the kidnapper's voice.
Then this will help. Noah's kidnapper drove
a 2007 pickup with silver metallic finish
and tinted glass on the side windows.
But that describes, like, 10,000 trucks around Philly.
Except the killer's car
left these marks on Helen's thigh.
Now I took a transparency,
rescaled it, blew it up, overlaid it with thousands...
Ethan, just show him.
Right, right. Sorry about that. Okay.
Just give me a second.
- You see that? - Yeah.
You put that on top of that. They're a perfect match.
Never get in a hit-and-run with aftermarket diamond plating.
- We will catch you. - Good work. Let's add it to the Amber alert.
We already did, and we ran it through the police database.
Five guys in north Philly have the exact same car.
But only one has three priors and a huge debt.
(Clicks keyboard key)
Meet Jason Peterson, our creep at large.
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
(Sighs)
(Scoffs)
(Cell phone beeps)
I knew it.
What does a mother have to do
- to have dinner with her daughter? - You cannot come in here.
You've been ignoring me.
That's impossible.
Your election signs are everywhere.
Well, today is your lucky day.
My dockets cleared early,
and I have a reservation at Paulo's.
Oh, Paulo's. How nice. And for how many?
Well, I just thought a friend would drop by.
Let me guess. Your publicist Sheila.
Mom, we do this every election year.
Just ask. Go ahead and ask.
Just talk to her for 20 minutes. I have an uphill battle...
I can't. I'm on a case.
Well, it's not like she's gonna get up off the table and leave.
Megan, you're an integral part of this campaign.
30 minutes is all I need.
Mother, there is a child missing.
Are you working on the Noah Parker case?
They just nabbed Jason Peterson off the Amber alert.
Bud's got him now.
- Get off me, man! - Shut up and move!
Get off me!
Son of a bitch pulled a knife on me! (Speaks indistinctly)
Yeah? (Grunts)
- Ah! - I got this! I got it!
Take this.
Come on. Come on.
Where is he, huh? Where's the boy?
Helen Martin's blood is all over your truck.
You are done. Now where is the boy?
(Chuckles) You'll never know.
You don't care, do you?
You don't even care
that there's a boy out there who might be dyin'.
Hell, you don't even care that I'm a cop. Well, fine.
I'm not gonna care either. (Clicks switch)
Okay, what am I looking at?
The material you recovered from her nails...
sand, uh, detergent.
That's a strawberry seed, maybe from jelly.
It's all just from being a nanny.
- Nothing from the struggle? - What about this?
What is that?
Don't look at me.
Isolate it, get it on a slide, and then I'll...
(cell phone rings) Oh, speak of the devil.
- Hi. I was just about to call you. (Peter) - It'll have to wait.
I need you to come to the precinct right now.
- Why? What happened? - Jason Peterson is dead.
(Receiver clatters)
(Elevator bell dings)
Bud's with internal affairs. He's already off the case.
So I wouldn't go and talk to him right now, okay?
- Me... - How could you let this happen?
Can we not do this now?
A boy's been kidnapped, and you cannot control yourself
long enough to get one answer out of his kidnapper?
I was interrogating the suspect, and he went out like a light.
- Oh, you don't believe me? - Would you?
(Peter) This is not the time, okay?
Look, I'm sure that came from a place of concern,
but Bud is under a lot of pressure already. I...
What concerns me is, he couldn't handle this pressure.
(Camera shutter clicks)
Medics did everything they could,
but it was hopeless.
C.P.R. compressions could explain those bruises.
Not the ones on his neck.
Look, Jason attacked Bud while he walked in.
I mean, maybe he was just defending himself.
I suppose he had to knee him in the flank, too?
To subdue a suspect? Yeah. I've done it myself.
Let's just keep to the matter at hand.
The only person who knows
where the boy is hidden...
is now in your custody.
Time to make a dead man speak.
Derek was pretty sure that this guy
is somehow connected to the family.
Yeah, I've worked with Derek before.
He's pretty sure about everything.
Our kidnapper is quite the smoker.
Huh.
Lesions in his bones.
I'll bet his heart is as black as his lungs.
Carcinoma, widely metastatic through the skeleton.
Cancer could explain that rib fracture.
Yeah, maybe. But so could Bud Morris.
(Megan) The consult is over,
but your scrubs tell me you're here to stay.
You need to find where Jason hid Noah Parker.
Cause of death can't be your priority. I can help.
One body, one pathologist.
I'll assist, okay?
I've had other missing person cases before.
Why this one?
I was new here. It was my...
it was my third autopsy...
a battered mom whose daughter had gone missing.
Curtis and I worked on that case for two weeks straight.
They never found the girl?
Oh, they found her. She was my fourth autopsy.
Oh. It looks like his spleen might be ruptured.
Could be trauma? That's bad news for Bud.
You needed a lab?
Yeah. Where are you at on that material
- from Helen's fingernails? - We think it's a fungus. It has spores.
Spores transfer.
And Jason has got scratches on his hands.
You think she got the spores from him?
All I see are dirty fingers with a few splinters.
- Did either of you smell the fungus? - Like we had a choice.
It was like rotten oysters.
Perfect. Turn off the lights.
(Switch clicks)
(Ethan) - That is cool. - Looks like our kidnapper glows in the dark.
(Kate) What is it?
Fox fire. It's a bioluminescent fungus.
It grows on wood.
If it comes from the place where Noah's hidden,
we're looking for a place that's dark, damp...
and deadly for a boy with asthma.
(Knocks on doorjamb)
You look like hell. Get some sleep.
Are you any closer to Noah?
You know... (File thuds)
you should not be in this building,
let alone near this case.
I found this... underneath the seat of my car.
It's gotta be Noah's.
I must have missed it when I patted Jason down.
He probably stashed it on his way into the station.
It looks chewed on.
Well, if that's the case,
the maybe it's been where Noah's been,
maybe there's a trace.
(Bag crinkles)
I'll let Megan know.
(Bag thuds)
Was it really necessary...
locking the door and pulling the cable?
Come on. We don't even tape those interrogations.
You know those cameras aren't on. Those were tactics.
Tactics?
You know, Megan found bruises on his neck,
internal bleeding,
and a ruptured spleen.
I have been your best defense,
but I am now running on empty, okay?
You should go.
Why do I ever call you?
(Chuckles) Or maybe because I love you
and I just want to make sure you're okay?
Are you doing your homework?
Uh-huh.
Did you ask your father?
Okay, well, just make sure you bring your phone.
(Chuckles) I love you.
(Sniffles and sighs)
Oh, I know that look.
Lacey's fine.
- How was dinner? - It was terrific.
- Hmm. - I just came by to see
- how your case is coming along. - Terrific.
The one man who knows where the boy is, is dead,
our detective might have killed him,
and the only lead I have in the case is wood fungus.
Well, I thought this might help.
It's every case I could find
in which Jason Peterson is mentioned.
Those are the abstracts. I'm sending the files over.
And the quid pro quo is?
I'm here to help, Megan,
and to find out what I said that was so terribly wrong.
(Opens drawer)
(Rustles paper)
You know how hard it is for me to see that everywhere?
That was the worst day of my life.
And every time you run for office,
I have to relive it.
So that's what that picture means to you?
I always found it a point of family pride...
for becoming successful...
for staying strong.
Daddy killed himself, we suffered, and I miss him.
How is that a point of family pride?
If there's anything else I can do
to help you find that boy...
Honestly,
if it weren't a campaign year...
No, I don't want anything in return.
Wish I could believe that.
(Pamphlet clatters)
Dr. Hunt, you called?
Oh, hi. Yeah.
Um, we found blood in the saliva
on Noah's toy.
- And that could mean anything. - It just doesn't feel right.
My team is running labs on the blood,
but I want to talk to Noah's parents.
- Is that the best use of your time? - If his health is at issue, yes.
But you haven't even found the cause of death
for Jason Peterson yet.
I'm trying to prevent Noah's. (Clicks button)
You coming or not?
(Elevator bell dings)
You not goin' with her?
(Scoffs)
I guess not.
(Folder thuds)
(High-pitched voice) Hmm.
(Police radio chatter)
(Siren wailing)
(Bubbling)
I believe this belongs to Noah.
We found that after Jason Peterson was arrested.
I need to ask you some questions
about Noah's health. (Sniffles)
Did he have an asthma attack recently?
My son is gone,
and you're asking me about asthma
when your people killed the man who took him?
You have every right to be angry.
But your son is still out there,
and he needs your help.
(Voice breaks) I'm sorry.
(Sniffles)
Everything's been so hard.
Tom's business has been struggling.
My family won't give him another loan.
We've spent so much time fighting...
(Sniffles) neither of us have been there for Noah.
(Crying) God.
I just want my son back.
(Woman) We're getting an image.
(Gasps)
(Computer beeps)
Oh, my God.
(Jennifer) Oh, my God. Noah!
We've got our motive.
(Crying)
We have more than that. Look at the picture.
He's sick,
and a lot worse than I thought.
(Megan) Sweaty hair means fever,
sunken eyes... dehydration,
and blue mouth... oxygen deprivation.
Hmm. Or it could mean he's in a hot room,
he's not getting water, and he has asthma.
If he's coughing up blood,
he's got a fever, and a bad one.
Well, on a positive note...
(Scoffs) Can't wait to hear this.
...he's alive, he's not alone,
and this tells us who we're dealing with.
Hastily constructed, no visual time stamp,
like a newspaper or TV, no mention
of a future phone call or exchange plan...
now that is not the work of a slick extortionist.
So whoever has Noah is incompetent and desperate.
Hmm. How is that a good thing?
(Chuckles)
Because Jason may not have known the Parkers,
but his accomplice does.
The problem is, Jason's contact list is huge.
Now we're running all the leads,
but we could use some evidence from the body.
I'll have something for you in an hour.
(Scoffs) I promise.
You promised him evidence?
I got carried away.
(Sighs) You wouldn't be the first
to get carried away by Derek Ames.
May I remind you that you already have a boyfriend?
Huh.
What is it?
It looks like Jason swallowed some kind of an insect.
Maybe we can get Curtis to find out where it came from.
Well, his carotids look fine,
but the bruises go deep into Jason's neck.
Bud could lose his entire career over one mistake.
If we don't find Noah,
Bud is gonna have to live with a lot worse than that.
What are you doing here?
Nobody else is talking to me.
(Sighs) How's it comin'?
Finding an accomplice
is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Bud, you'd better prepare for the worst.
Every sign on Jason's body points to trauma.
I.A.'s already talking about voluntary manslaughter.
(Grunts)
What the hell happened in there?
Does it really matter?
I lost that boy.
On my watch, I lost that boy.
I could come back.
(Peter) Not if it's the Parker case.
What did you find?
A trace on Jason's teeth. Uh, cocaine.
Nice stuff, too. Cut with talc and synephrine.
Synephrine? Not a lot of dealers in Philly
cut their cocaine with a weight-loss drug.
I can count 'em on one hand.
Do you recognize any of the names here?
Megan's mother gave them to us.
(Man) - Don't know him. (Ames) - Strange.
Because in Jason's body,
we found the exact same blend of cocaine you sell.
I don't know him.
You both... ran stolen auto parts
to the exact same dealers...
(Thuds) for years.
- Should I say it again? - That's a shame.
Because...
I've got a lot of people telling me
you both hatched this plan
to steal a little boy for money.
Now the boy's missing.
Now I'd love to know, was that Jason's idea...
- or yours? - Look, I had nothing to do with that, man.
- All right. - I don't mess with kids.
Then you tell me everything you don't know
about Jason Peterson.
(Blows air)
Come on.
He come by about two weeks ago,
looking for some junk.
Said he had a toothache.
We, uh...
run some parts together in the past,
but I hadn't seen this guy in over a year, man.
Running auto parts means hiding places, right?
I want a full list.
Now.
He's got hiding places all over the city.
- What else was Jason dealing? - I don't know.
But it's gonna take the police all day to check 'em.
Well, Noah might not have that long.
Try the river.
The bug the kidnapper inhaled is a young caddis fly.
They need open freshwater to breathe.
So three places along the Delaware.
Noah got sick fast,
so we're looking for poor air quality.
That looks like a rail yard. Let's start there.
Call Derek, will you?
Tell him I'll meet him at the station.
(Man) Go! Go! Go! Go!
(Man) - Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! (Man) - Clear!
(Man) Clear here.
(Helicopter blades whirring)
(Police radio chatter)
Got a police scanner.
If they were here, they knew we were coming.
There's no wood here.
There's no place for that fungus on Jason's body to grow.
(Equipment clatters)
Maybe this is not their only hideout.
(Siren wailing)
Ames.
(Wailing continues)
He was here.
They must have just left.
Blood.
(Radio chatter continues)
(People speaking indistinctly)
Noah's got pneumonia.
Could be a cut.
Look at the spray pattern.
He's coughing up blood.
(Register beeping) No new calls. No idea where the boy is.
Please tell me you found something.
- I'm working on it. - Work faster.
The problem is, I don't know which of these bruises
are from the kidnapping, Bud's interrogation,
or just being Jason Peterson.
(Kate) Well, hopefully, something on his body
will give us a lead to where that boy is.
There's no cancer in his jaw, is there?
No.
The mandible looks clean. Why?
Kevin the drug dealer
said he needed something for a toothache.
So if there's no cancer there...
then why the toothache?
Those aren't tobacco stains.
The gums are rotting.
It looks like an advanced infection,
but that tissue's too far gone to take a culture.
Maybe we don't need to.
I had assumed that these bruises
were lumps from Bud's interrogation.
But... maybe...
it might be...
sulfur granules.
Actinomycosis.
Okay. (Exhales deeply)
Let's start with the arteries around the spleen. (lnstruments clatter)
You wanted to see me?
Sit down.
Might as well read that.
It's yours.
(Sighs) Can I just hear it from you?
An infection started in his teeth
that moved into his blood,
and finally, one of his arteries burst.
So...
I didn't cause it?
Jason Peterson died of a burst mycotic aneurysm,
which had been slowly dissecting
long before he came to the station.
You didn't do it.
(Exhales deeply)
(Blows air)
Bud...
did you think you killed him?
(Sighs)
I've replayed that 20 minutes over and over again.
Everything I'd done before...
but this time, I...
I wanted that confession.
I wanted to save that kid.
I lost control.
I understand.
It's a horrible thing to know that you've killed someone.
Megan.
Thank you.
(Knock on door)
I'm sorry to interrupt again,
but... but we identified the infection
that burst Jason's arteries.
Actinomyces...
well-known cause of vaporizer lung.
Apparently, Tom Parker's business went bankrupt
last year.
Maybe he needs the ransom to bail him out.
So he kidnaps his own kid?
Maybe. Desperate man.
What's going on? What did you find?
Bacteria in your son's vaporizer.
It gets airborne, and then infects the lungs.
I replace that water all the time.
Not the filter. Most people don't.
- That's where bacteria can thrive. - How is any of this relevant?
This is what killed Jason Peterson.
Cancer had already compromised his immune system,
so he was susceptible.
Is that what Noah has, too?
It could be. He has severe pneumonia.
How is any of this gonna get Noah back?
Because now we know Jason was in this room.
How is that possible?
My guess...
is with the help of an accomplice.
Who?
I was hoping you'd tell us, Mr. Parker.
(Morris) An inside job would make you the ideal inside man.
Why would I kidnap my own son?
Your business...
had already gone belly-up.
Your marriage was ending. You had nothing left.
You needed a way to cash out.
Is this what you've been working on?
(Chuckles) Is this your best theory?
Family abductions happen all the time.
(Morris) All you needed was a ruse and a hired hand
- to carry it out, grab Noah. - I want my son back more than anything.
But things started to go south, didn't they?
Helen fought and died, Jason got arrested,
and then...
and then you had nothing left, you didn't know what to do.
I love Noah. I loved Helen like family.
Why would I ever put either of them in harm's way?
Come on. You were desperate!
Now who else had access to that room?
- I've already told you everything! - No, you haven't!
- You haven't told us anything! - I can't think! Please!
(Sighs)
Mr. Parker...
your son Noah is at risk...
partly because of me.
Now if you didn't do this,
you have to help us right now.
W... wait.
Six weeks ago...
I took Jen to Cape May for the long weekend.
It was a romantic getaway.
I was trying to fix things between us.
And you left Noah alone with Helen.
For two days.
That's out. (Slams down folder)
So who did Helen trust
that would let Jason into the Parker house?
I spoke with her boyfriend Oscar, and it wasn't him.
A fight put him in County General Hospital
the weekend the Parkers were out of town.
And get this... Helen was with him the whole time.
- Then who took care of the boy? - Who did Helen trust the most?
One of the nannies.
Great minds.
If Jason was exposed to a fungus at a hideout,
then presumably, his accomplice was as well.
And the nannies handled their own witness statements.
So?
So...
(Morris) What are those marks?
(Megan) Fungus... the same kind we found on Jason Peterson.
Gentlemen, I give you
Rena Talbot,
our second kidnapper.
(Exhales)
She lied right to my face.
So she gave us Oscar just to throw us off.
The good news is, the family that Rena works for
- is out of town and has been for a week. - What's the bad news?
- She works for the Shaws. - As in Madeline Shaw, the heiress?
- Why is that bad news? - The last time I tried to get
a warrant for that family, it was for a second cousin, and I went 0-for-4.
So are we gonna get one on a Sunday morning?
(Sighs)
Okay, I'm curious. How'd you get the warrant?
I know someone.
Now I'm more curious.
Where's the boy? Where's Noah Parker?
- I have no idea what you're talking about. - You're lying to me. Take her inside.
We'll go room by room.
(Officers speaking indistinctly)
(Siren wails)
(Police radio chatter)
(Officers continue speaking indistinctly)
(Badly Drawn Boy's "What Tomorrow Brings" playing)
Dark and damp.
He's down here!
(Man) What's that?!
# Ascend your soul, reach your goal #
# blue-eyed one #
# hope against hope #
# you taking that fall #
# unwrapped it all #
# bring it back #
# like the blood of the triad #
# if it's this reality #
# if this is all #
# just let it be #
# I'm tired of thinking about #
# this morning #
# may as well just dream #
# of what tomorrow brings #
# I'm tired of thinking about #
# this morning #
# may as well just dream #
# of what tomorrow brings #
# may as well just think about #
# this morning #
(Man shouts indistinctly)
Shut down the streets. They're ready to go.
Hey. Wait a minute.
- I had no idea the boy was down there. - Oh, really? That's strange,
'cause you're the one who put him there.
Your boyfriend Jason... you remember him?
He was in debt, needed cash quick.
But you know what you forgot?
Helen.
She fought for that boy.
She gave her life trying to save him.
You remember that.
Get her out of here.
(Car door opens)
(Officers speaking indistinctly)
Do you ever slow down?
Do you?
In the right company.
(Sighs) Um, when I'm not working,
I'm with my daughter.
And if she's not available?
Well, I'm sure you have a brilliant suggestion.
After every case,
I like to go for a long ride on my motorcycle.
That's not very smart.
It's very relaxing.
You do know that motorcyclists
are the biggest organ donors in the country?
Yeah, sure,
which is why having a drink with you
is a much safer alternative, don't you think?
(Laughs) That was way too smooth.
Or maybe I'll see you on my bike.
Uh, not before I see you on my table.
Hmm.
Call me if you change your mind.
(Engine turns over)
(Second engine turns over)
(Knock on door)
I see the Parker boy is back with his family.
Oh.
Thanks to Helen Martin.
Something tells me you will be presiding
over Rena Talbot's trial.
Oh, actually, the cases are assigned by lottery,
- but my publicist would love it. - Mm-hmm.
What's this?
The scariest four hours of my life.
The day your father killed himself,
I came back to a house filled with cops and you gone.
Ran away, they said.
For the next four hours, I was frantic.
I thought that maybe I had lost both you and your father.
But they found you.
You were sound asleep in your father's toolshed.
I didn't know where you were.
Is that why you've been helping,
because you... lost a child for four hours?
Megan...
I lost you for the next 30 years.
So why did you help?
Well, I wanted them to find the Parker boy,
but I wanted you to find him more than that because I...
I knew how much it meant to you.
I miss you, Megan.
I spend a lot of my time
wondering how I can get you back.
You'll still be campaigning for me, I hope.
(Laughs)
You do not give up, do you?
I...
(Laughs) Oh, my God. (Laughs)
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