Oki doki Dr. Hunt,
one more pass, and we'll have you out of there in a jiffy.
Super-duper.
We've run every possible test,
and we can't find anything wrong with you. Just scan me again.
Dr. Hunt, we've run these scans five times already. My hands still go numb.
There's no damage to the cervical vertebrae. What about a nerve conduction study?
Your condition is chronic and undiagnosable. Keep looking.
Every test we do on you comes up negative.
It's been four years since your car accident.
There's no improvement to your paresthesia.
Your career as a neurosurgeon is over, Megan.
Maybe it's time you accepted it.
You think I'd want to come back?
All I'm saying is, you got a whole new career now.
Most people would count their blessings.
I'm not most people.
Megan Hunt.
Peter. What do we got here?
Oh, good morning to you, too.
Female jogger. Angela Swanson, age 32.
Trauma to the back of the head and traces of foam in her mouth.
C.S.U is upriver trying to search for where she went in.
Liver temp is 95.1, and water temp is 64.
Two hours more or less.
Oh, Bud, Sam. This is Dr. Megan Hunt.
I don't think you've pulled her on a case before.
Oh, I've heard all about Dr. Hunt.
This must be our lucky day.
Look at that. Already we agree on something.
Our victim has blunt force trauma to the back of the head,
preliminary indications of drowning.
No scrapes or abrasions.
She went into the river clean after being hit.
Liver temp puts it at about two hours ago.
And whoever attacked her did it on the West Side of the river.
How do you know that? She got some sun this morning.
So?
So two hours ago, the East Side of the river was in shadow.
That's it. You... haven't caught the murderer yet?
No, detective. Give me time.
Autopsy, two hours.
Oh, and one more thing, detectives.
Don't believe everything you've heard about me.
The truth is much worse.
Dr. Hunt, 23-year-old man,
anemia and liver failure, but no sclerosis
or history of hepatitis b or c.
What are his copper levels?
Copper levels.
What do you want, Ethan?
Nothing.
But since you're asking, I've got a female, age 41,
died in a sauna of apparent heatstroke,
but her urine came back normal for hydration.
What are her electrolytes?
Uh, they're these things in her body that contain free ions.
Wait. I know.
You're thinking hypernatremia.
I'm thinking you should go now.
* loving everything you say *
Hello, Megan.
Todd, w-what are you doing at Lacey's school?
I'm not at Lacey's school. I'm at the office.
What are you doing calling her on her cell phone?
Well, you screen my calls to the house.
You know, the phone works both ways, Megs.
She could call you if she wanted to.
Why would she want to? I'm the bad guy, aren't I?
I...
Would like to come to Lacey's birthday, please.
Look, Megs, we've been through this.
You know, you're not invited. Wait a...
you lost her, okay? Just like you lost me.
Wait a minute. I just want to... Todd, at least let me... I'm sorry. I gotta go.
Talk to her.
This is Dr. Megan Hunt,
medical examiner,
assisted by Peter Dunlop, medical investigator,
performing an autopsy on Angela Swanson, age 32.
So what do we know about our girl?
She's local. Grew up in, uh, Narberth.
Senior associate at Paige, Howell and Walker.
Single, no boyfriend.
Colleagues say she was a workaholic.
Pretty much lived at the office.
Well, she's obviously in excellent physical condition.
Calluses on her feet, a few minor scars.
Healed bite marks on the left forearm,
both posterior and anterior, probably canine.
Keeps her nails clipped, a little bit chewed.
Any D.N.A under 'em?
All in good time, Detective.
Looks like she grinds her teeth. Another sign of stress.
Scaring on the skull above the hairline...
And a small nodule or neoplasm at the base of her neck.
She got her head bashed in.
Can we get to the murder weapon already? Look at her.
Tell me what you see.
A dead girl.
I see... A beautiful young woman
who ate well and kept fit.
For whom?
A boyfriend? Did she break up with him?
Look deeper. She shows signs of stress.
A workaholic.
Was she up for partner? Did she piss somebody off?
Was somebody jealous, out to get her?
The answers are all here,
because that's what we do.
I honor the body
for what it tells me about Angela Swanson's life
and how that life came to an end.
The body is the proof.
It will tell you everything you need to know
if you just have the patience to look.
I'm gonna get some coffee.
The skull collapsed into the occipital lobe
in a v-shaped depression.
There are flecks of rust throughout.
Your murder weapon is heavy, maybe cast iron,
square with a dull edge,
possibly a large plumber's wrench or some kind of mallet.
And, Detective. Yeah.
I take mine with cream, no sugar.
He's usually not so pleasant.
Neither am I.
I heard you were some big neurosurgeon
a few years back.
Used to be.
So why are you working here?
You can't kill somebody if they're already dead.
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yes, the... the Carol Ramsey tote. Is it in yet?
Oh, great. Okay. Uh, I'll be in.
What is your name again? Thank you.
Working hard I see.
You here just to annoy me?
I put a hold on Angela's stomach contents.
The liquid we found was some kind of sports drink,
and the tissue sample from her neck is at the lab.
And the diaphragm, too, right?
Yeah, that, too. About that,
why does a woman wear a diaphragm on a morning run?
Well, she either had sex
or was planning on having sex or...
Some women use them as a barrier before they get their period.
I didn't know that.
Clearly. And what about the scar above her hairline?
I got two calls into her physician, but no answer yet.
Then let's go find out for ourselves, shall we?
Brain dissection? Cool.
Dr. Hunt.
Curtis.
I'm a doctor, too, you know?
And yet no one calls you that. Strange.
I understand you ordered an A.N.A. Panel on a suicide.
What are you doing ordering a $1,000 autoimmune test
on a guy who blew his brains out?
Do you know why he blew his brains out?
No, I do not. Neither do I, but now we both know
it had nothing to do with his immune system.
Look, I'm Deputy Chief Medical Examiner.
The entire budget of this office is on my shoulders.
You keep pulling that crap,
I don't care how many friends you have.
What makes you think I have friends?
It's true. She doesn't have any.
Mild depression and hemosiderin staining
from prior brain trauma, causing a lesion of the amygdala
approximately two years ago.
What does all that mean?
It means Angela's been hit on the head before.
And I do have friends, thank you very much.
Yeah? Like who?
So the amygdala regulates, uh, emotional learning...
Room one. This is Peter. Peer conditioning,
and sexual arousal.
A lesion like this would turn everything upside down,
so... heightened emotions, loss of fear
and hypersexuality.
Okay, thanks.
Call the lab and tell them
to put a rush on the diaphragm results. You were right.
Angela was hit on the head before.
She had an ex-boyfriend named Tom Hanson.
He threw her down a flight of stairs and put her in a coma.
Morris has tracked him to a halfway house in overbrook.
He was paroled three weeks ago.
Now we can come, but we're just supposed to observe.
Yeah.
Like that's gonna happen.
I loved Angela. I would never hurt her.
What do you call throwing her down a flight of stairs?
I didn't. We got in a fight outside my apartment.
The neighbors heard us yelling at each other,
but they didn't see her trip all by herself.
I got screwed, man. Two years for something I didn't do.
Then why didn't Angela back up your story? She couldn't.
Post-coma memory loss. It's consistent with the autopsy.
I don't suppose you two had sex this morning, did you? What?
Dr. Hunt, can I have a word with you outside, please?
Here's how this is supposed to work...
you tell us what you know, we ask the questions,
and then we catch the bad guy. So this morning, you weren't being serious?
You were just mocking me?
Let's say Angela did fall down the stairs accidentally.
That's all the more reason for Hanson to hold a grudge.
Angela was hit on the back of the head.
If Hanson killed her, don't you think he'd want her
to see his face, to know that he was punishing her
for sending him to prison?
And Angela didn't have any defensive wounds, did she?
Because she never saw it coming. Hanson didn't do it. Is that a fact?
Let's call it a theory. Well, here's a theory...
he bashed her on the head and tossed her in the river.
Case closed. Maybe.
You're an ex-cop. Put a muzzle on that woman,
or I'm gonna do it for you. Unbelievable.
Smooth, Megan. Very smooth.
I'm right. He's wrong. The question is how to prove it.
I know this is very difficult for you,
but when was the last time you spoke with Angela?
About a week ago.
She'd just finished with a trial.
What did you talk about?
It was just a hello.
She was going to bed. She had a sore throat.
Strep, I think she said.
Do you know what she was taking for it? No.
Excuse me.
Did Angela's dog ever bite her?
Oh, you mean the scars on her arm?
No, Buddy was killed by a pitbull.
She tried to save him.
I notice that there's a lot of pictures of Angela alone.
Did she have friends?
Not many.
In school, she was always about her grades.
All about her career after that.
What about romantically? Was she seeing anybody recently?
No.
I, uh, I got her doctor on the phone.
It was strep a. She was taking Erythromycin.
Oh, one last question.
Two years ago, after her fall down the stairs,
did you notice any change in Angela's behavior?
You have to understand,
we've always loved our daughter.
But when she was a teenager, she became a hard-driven girl.
She left home.
Sometimes we wouldn't hear from her for months.
But after the coma,
it was like we got her back again,
you know, our little girl.
She would...
Come by once a week.
She'd call just to say hello.
I've heard of someone getting some sense knocked into 'em,
but feelings? That's a new one.
I'd throw my ex down the stairs
if I thought I'd get the same result.
Here you go. Thank you.
It looks like a pumpkin wearing a tutu.
It is the Carol Ramsey ruffled tote.
And before you make another crack,
it's not for me, it's for my daughter.
Do you ever even look at a price tag?
She's gonna be 12 in a couple of days.
I want to get her something nice, okay?
For $1,100?
Are you seriously considering this?
Please stop talking.
Okay, but getting your daughter that bag is a bad idea.
Oh, really? And what could you possibly know about my daughter?
You know something? You're right.
I've been assigned to you, for what, six months now?
What could I possibly know about your daughter?
Lacey lives with her father.
We divorced five years ago.
He got full custody.
And he got it because a woman who works 18 hours a day...
Is an absentee mother,
and a man who works the same hours
is a good provider.
Do you have any idea what it takes
to be a practicing neurosurgeon?
I was damn good at what I did.
I saved lives.
And... and if I missed...
Playdates and phone calls because of that,
then I'm very sorry.
But I was under the bizarre impression
that my husband had my back,
and instead he...
I lost my child to my career,
and then I lost my career,
all because of the damn accident.
My hands still go numb.
I, uh, I still don't get the handbag.
It's all I'm allowed to do.
I-I-I pay for summer camp
and dance lessons and whatever she needs,
and then he just turns it around
and tells her that I'm trying to buy her affection. Which you're not?
I'm trying to have a relationship
with my daughter, okay?
Well, maybe you should just try
having some fun with her, you know?
You know what? Let's just forget we had this conversation.
Oh, Dr. Hunt, the Chief wants to see you.
Dr. Hunt.
That would be the Chief, our boss. I'm still not talking to you.
Oh, or the Chief, apparently. That's a good career strategy.
I'll handle the Chief.
You light a fire under somebody's ass.
I want those diaphragm results.
Okay.
What do you want, Ethan? Nothing.
I'm really not in the mood. Okay, you know that female heatstroke victim I mentioned?
Her electrolytes were normal.
Negative tox for drugs and alcohol, too.
Any psychological problems, depression, paranoia?
Why? I mean, I'll find out.
Uh... what do I do if there were?
Order an A.N.A. Panel.
Wait, I-isn't that the test
that got you in trouble with Curtis?
Great.
♪ My mind slips further ♪
♪ from what's real ♪
♪ Take my hands away from the steering wheel ♪
♪ I'm crashing, coming down them waves ♪
♪ I've wiped the sweat from upon my face ♪
♪ and it's a perfect day ♪
♪ to leave ♪
♪ this place ♪
♪ it's a perfect day ♪
♪ to hide down in my hole ♪
♪ it's a perfect day ♪
♪ and it's taking its toll ♪
Do you want something, or are you just lurking?
I didn't know if you were talking to me again.
Fingerprints?
Finger impressions
from finger oils that survived the water.
I also found damaged hair shafts
at the same location.
If they were torn as a result of the head wound,
the edges would be rough and fractured,
but these are uniform, intact and compressed, so...
They were either cut by a dull pair of scissors
or caught in something and pinched,
like a bracelet, segmented watch band, or a ring maybe.
I think you're right.
You got the diaphragm results. Hmm.
They found trace amounts of semen.
The D.N.A test will take a few days,
but one thing's for sure,
there were no spermatozoa.
The guy had a vasectomy.
Do you know any bachelors
that would get snipped instead of wearing a condom?
Not one.
Huh.
She was sleeping with a married man.
The police say she pretty much lived at the office,
so if she was having an affair,
odds are it was with somebody at work. So why ask me?
He had a vasectomy. Where else would he go?
You're the number one ball cutter in all of Philadelphia.
I thought you held that title.
Look, we go way back, Megan,
but you're asking me to betray doctor-patient privilege,
and you know I won't do that. I'm not asking for me.
I'm asking for a woman who was murdered.
Tell me something.
Th-this new you, Megan Hunt, M.E,
who seems to care about dead people
more than she ever did about the living,
is she for real?
Or is she just working off her guilt
after killing a patient on the operating table?
Both.
If you'll excuse me, I... I need to use the restroom.
Bradford Paige. Please come in.
Uh, Mr. Paige, I appreciate you meeting with us.
We're trying to establish a timeline
for anyone who might have seen Angela yesterday.
Uh, where were you at 8:30 in the morning? I was at home,
uh, preparing notes for a meeting. Can anyone back that up?
No. Uh, my wife Jill was taking our sons into school early.
She's the school nurse. You're head of the partnership committee, aren't you?
Yes. And Angela was a seventh-year associate.
Isn't that the cutoff year?
If you don't make partner then, you never will? So?
So how long have you been sleeping with her? What?
Angela had sex yesterday with a man who had a vasectomy.
Even without the sperm, I can still match for D.N.A,
care to give me a sample? Dr. Hunt...
Angela was sleeping with you to make partner. That's not true.
Dr. Hunt... she was in a position to ruin your marriage
and sue your law firm if she didn't get what she wanted.
I know my rights. I don't have to listen to this.
So you followed her on a run, bashed her over the head,
threw her into the river. Okay, that's it. You are outta here.
Dr. Hunt, it is time for you to go.
Todd, I told you. I cannot pick Lacey up today.
I-I have surgery in a half an hour, and I'm late already.
I have a job!
Hey! You want to tell me what the hell
you were doing up there? Just little good cop/ bad cop.
I was softening him up for you. You want to know what the problem with that is?
You're not a cop.
You talk like that to a suspect, you could blow my investigation.
I know a lot of M.E's, and none of 'em
are as big a pain in the ass as you are. They're also not as good as I am.
You like to think that, don't you?
When did she kick you out, detective?
You have an impression on your ring finger
where a wedding ring was recently removed.
That cut on your chin is from a double-bladed razor,
probably disposable,
and your aftershave...
I'm hoping it's the best the hotel has to offer.
Work with me or not, detectives,
but I want justice for Angela just as much as you do.
Fine. Paige denied everything.
The last time he saw Angela
was at the firm's annual dinner Sunday night.
She sat at his table, but she didn't stay long.
She had a sore throat.
He's lying.
About the sex? Maybe. But that doesn't make him a murderer.
Hanson had motive. So does Paige
if Angela was blackmailing him to make partner.
Angela didn't need to blackmail him.
She'd already made partner.
She won a big lawsuit a couple weeks ago.
It wasn't public yet,
but the partnership committee had already voted.
And there goes your theory.
Let's get outta here.
You know, that guy's gonna be a lieutenant someday,
so you might try playing nice once in a while.
What was the lawsuit about?
Angela was defending a member of the Roberts family.
Roberts? That's as close to royalty as Philadelphia gets.
Yeah, and get this...
their dog attacked a boy in fairmount park.
Angela was attacked by a dog when she was a teenager.
Which makes you wonder, right?
What the hell was she doing defending a case like that?
He hasn't talked since the trial, you know?
Not a word.
That was three weeks ago.
Bad enough getting attacked by a dog.
That bitch lawyer's gotta go
and put him on the stand and blame him for everything.
Mr. young, where were you 2 days ago around 8:30 A.M.?
Work. I'm a janitor
at the community college of Philadelphia.
Did anyone see you there?
Why?
Because about that time, Angela Swanson was murdered.
And you think I killed her?
Get the hell outta my house.
Get the hell outta my house! Okay, we can do this downtown.
Did you know that Angela was bitten by a pit bull
when she was a teenager?
Detectives, if you don't mind?
Mr. Young, I am sure the trial was hard on you.
I'm sure that you hated Angela for what she did to your son.
But what I don't understand
is how she ended up on the other side of your lawsuit.
She wasn't on the other side, was she?
She's right.
Angela came by the day after the trial.
She told me about her dog, showed me her scars.
She said that she wanted to settle out of court,
but she got overruled.
And she gave me this.
What is it?
Grounds for my appeal.
Information withheld by the law firm,
saying that the dog that mauled my son
was an attack dog,
trained to do just that.
Mr. Young, do you know who overruled Angela
for settling out of court?
Oh, yeah.
Angela's boss, Bradford Paige.
So you think Paige killed Angela
because she went behind his back.
It's a theory. Hold on a second.
Why would she give privileged information to young
knowing she would reverse the case she'd just won?
After her fall down the stairs,
Angela wasn't the same person.
She had an affair, she violated attorney-client privilege,
and she started calling her mother
just to say hello. Guess we're gonna have to go talk to Paige again.
Without you, if you don't mind.
I don't mind at all.
Oh, uh, Dr. Hunt, the Chief really needs to see you.
Dr. Hunt.
Ah.
Hello, Chief.
Let's have a talk, shall we?
So Ethan tells me
he ordered an A.N.A. Panel on your recommendation.
I'm so sorry. It was Curtis.
So?
So you've been rather profligate with our lab budget lately...
an A.N.A panel on a suicide, and now an A.N.A panel on...
A heatstroke victim. The suicide didn't leave a note.
He had a family history of Lou gehrig's disease.
If he thought he was symptomatic,
that would explain why he took his own life. We're not interested in the why.
Maybe you're not, but I am.
And if I'm going to understand what happened to my patients,
I will order any test that I deem necessary.
If you don't like it, fire me. Don't test me.
You blow my budget, that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Uh, before you do that, uh,
my heatstroke victim?
She didn't die of heatstroke. What?
She showed psychological symptoms, paranoia, depression?
Yeah, yeah, just like you said. Then given normal electrolytes and hydration,
her A.N.A panel in all likelihood
showed elevated levels
of anticardiolipin immunoglobulin g,
which, if it does, means she was hypercoagulable.
Combine that with depression and paranoia,
we have a diagnosis of what, Curtis?
Can I see that for a minute?
Thank you.
Lupus!
I would've gotten that eventually.
Yeah, I know.
Eventually.
If there's nothing else, I have my own case to attend to.
That's it?
That's all you gon' do?
I will deal with Dr. Hunt in my own way.
Is there anything else?
Yeah, you could tell people to call me "doctor" around here.
What are you still doing here?
New lab results.
This is a giemsa stain of the nodule from Angela's neck.
It's a benign neurofibroma.
You see these purple cells? Those are mast cells.
They're degranulated, but why?
Degranulation is caused by physical trauma,
but this is tissue taken from her neck,
not from the head injury. So what caused it? How about a bicycle?
What? For your daughter.
I mean, nothing says "fun" like a bicycle.
Can't you see I'm working here?
Yeah, I see you all right.
I see, uh, someone who reminds me an awful lot
of Angela Swanson...
Workaholic, no friends,
just her career to keep her company.
But then one day a miracle happens.
She falls down a flight of stairs,
and she discovers emotion and empathy.
You've had this high-flyin' life,
and now you're here, and you're still pissed
at that car accident that made it happen.
But maybe that car accident
was your own fall down the stairs,
and you're just too scared to let the benefits kick in.
What the hell are you talking about?
Megan, you talk about your daughter
like you're stuck with only one card to play.
But you're not stuck at all.
If you really want to connect with her,
give her something that comes from your heart, okay?
Because nobody gives a damn about a handbag.
Lab one. Dr. Hunt.
Thank you.
They made an arrest in the Swanson case.
Bradford Paige?
No. Angela's ex-boyfriend... Tom Hanson.
And we have a witness now
that puts you in the park at 8:30 in the morning.
Okay. Yes, I was there.
That doesn't make me a murderer. It makes you a liar.
I did two years for something I didn't do.
She won't even answer my calls?
I went there to talk to her, not to kill her.
Then what did happen, Mr. Hanson, hmm?
What happened?
I wanted to look her in the eye,
face-to-face,
to find out why she hung me out to dry.
Hey.
Morris.
I thought you were zeroed in on Paige.
Paige didn't do it. We got our guy. Were you listening in there?
Hanson wanted a confrontation that never happened.
What is it with you? You can't just be a regular M.E?
You have to be the smocked crusader?
Why don't you do us all a favor
and go back to being whatever it was you were before?
I can't. I killed someone.
Don't all surgeons
lose patients on the operating table?
What's your point?
Well, would you go back to neurosurgery if you could?
What, are you my shrink now?
Okay, you know what, Megan? Forget about it, okay?
Peter...
Her name was Marianne.
A tumor on the optic nerve...
And there was an autopsy as part of the inquest.
All those hours studying the scans,
rehearsing the operation,
and I never knew that she had
a... a broken heart tattoo because of an old boyfriend,
or that she fractured her arm horseback riding
when she was a kid,
or dozens of other things that her body revealed to me
that... our conversations never did.
And the truth is...
Until she died, I never really cared.
Okay.
But that still doesn't really answer my question, does it?
Yes, it does.
Don't you have a birthday party to go to?
I don't have a present.
And don't you dare say "bicycle."
Are you seriously telling me that you can't think
of one thing that was important to you as a kid
that you want your daughter to have?
Oh, finally. So what is it?
Hey, guys. Want a piece? No, thanks.
When I was a kid, Lacey's age, actually,
my dad...
He... he had this tool shed in the backyard...
oh, come on. It's delicious. I'm sorry. Nut allergy.
Yeah, so he had a tool shed in the backyard and...
What?
Allergies.
Do me a favor? Get this to the lab.
Have them run a tox screen for prescription medication.
Okay, but that will take a while.
In that case, I'm going to Lacey's birthday party.
I thought you didn't have a present.
I know what I'm getting her.
All I want to do is give her...
you just had to come, didn't you? Dad, who is it?
It's your mother.
Hi.
Dad said you couldn't come.
He just meant that I couldn't stay very long,
just a couple of minutes.
He lied, didn't he?
Uh, your dad just wants what's best for you.
So do I. We just can't seem to agree on what that is.
How's the party?
It's okay.
Did I miss the cake? Like you'd ever eat cake.
Try me sometime.
I brought you a present.
What is it?
You remember that picture
of me and Grandpa in front of his tool shed?
Yeah.
Well, that shed was his sanctuary.
It was the only place he went
where he could hide from the world.
And nobody could get in there, I mean, nobody.
And then one day when...
I was about your age,
he gave me the key.
That's the key to my apartment,
where you'll always be welcome.
A sanctuary or a...
An escape whenever you need it...
whatever you want it to be.
You have fun, okay?
There's something wrong here.
Your test came back positive for amoxicillin.
Why do you think something's wrong? Angela wasn't taking amoxicillin.
She was taking erythromycin. Exactly. Call Detective Morris.
Tell him to get a search warrant for Paige's house,
and have him meet us there as soon as possible.
Morris.
Why so glum? I thought you'd be happy to see me.
Not after getting laughed at by the D.A.
They didn't buy your theory, and we don't have a warrant.
Then why are you here?
I know backing down isn't in your nature,
so... You just better be right.
What do you want?
Did you love Angela? Bradford, who is it?
I got it, honey.
She was here the morning she died, wasn't she?
I'm a lawyer.
I know my rights, and you guys can't be here without a warrant.
If you loved her, you'd help us.
Or were you just screwing her?
Yes, she was here, all right?
And, yes, I loved her. Yes to all of it.
But I would never kill her.
What's going on? Uh, it's the police.
They're, uh, looking into Angela's death.
Mrs. Paige, on Sunday evening at the firm's annual dinner,
did Angela happen to mention that she had strep throat?
Um... yes.
Did she also mention what she was taking for it?
I'm guessing she did.
In fact, I'm almost positive she told you
she was taking erythromycin
for an infection of beta streptococcus group a.
The interesting thing about beta strep group a
is that it's rare in adults
unless they contract it from their children.
Mrs. Paige, have your sons had strep throat recently?
So what if they have? What are you implying?
You didn't know it, but you got strep from your son,
passed it on to Angela,
and that's how your wife knew you were having an affair.
And that's why you... Killed Angela.
This is ridiculous. Is it?
Mr. Paige, we'd like permission to search your house.
Jill, did you have anything to do with this? No.
Then you have nothing to hide.
Mr. Paige?
Okay. Search it.
Bradford.
Ugh.
Mrs. Paige, I'm gonna need you to stay out here.
Not only did your wife know
that you gave strep to Angela,
she also knew as a nurse
that erythromycin is prescribed to people
who are fatally allergic to penicillin
and its most common derivative, amoxicillin.
On the morning that Angela was murdered,
she dropped your sons off at school,
came back to find you having sex here with Angela,
during which you left your handprint on her neck
and her hair caught in your wedding band.
Instead of confronting you,
she had a better idea...
spike Angela's sports drink
with the same amoxicillin your sons were taking
for their strep throat...
Essentially poisoning her.
Angela made it all the way to the river
before she went into anaphylactic shock.
She started to shake, couldn't breathe,
and lost her balance.
The back of her head struck something
when she fell into the water.
Dr. Hunt.
When this formulation
matches the contents of Angela's stomach,
that'll be it.
Want to say anything?
I wish it had been you.
Jill Paige, you are under arrest
for the murder of Angela Swanson.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be held against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you.
Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?
I guess I'll see you at trial.
Yes, you will.
Doctor.
Detective.
What? What are you grinning at?
Well, it's not like you not to rub it in.
Get in the car.
I got a lot of phone calls about you before I hired you.
"She's brilliant and driven."
"She throws elbows, but gets results."
I didn't think it was possible they were underselling you,
but... they were.
In one year,
you've managed to make even city hall notice us.
You're welcome?
But the knives will come out the minute you screw up,
and even I won't be able to help you.
You know, I may never have a résumé like yours,
but there is something that I know that you don't.
You let this job get too personal,
and you're gonna burn yourself out.
You let me worry about that, okay?
Do you have any friends?
Why?
Get some.
You can't fight everybody, everywhere, all the time, alone.
Good-bye, Angela.
♪ When I'm lost ♪
♪ you bring me back ♪
♪ when I cry ♪
♪ you make me glad ♪
♪ when I think ♪
♪ I have it bad ♪
♪ I think of you ♪
♪ when I don't ♪
♪ know where to go ♪
♪ and it feels ♪
♪ like I'm alone ♪
♪ when I hang ♪
♪ my head down low ♪
♪ I think of you ♪
♪ each night you wait ♪
♪ outside ♪
♪ my door ♪
♪ 'cause you wanna know ♪
♪ oh, oh ♪
♪ I think of you ♪
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