What have you got?
White tailed buck. Took off that way.
- Oh. Let me guess. You missed. - Shut up!
Spread out. Keep the sun to your backs.
We'll trap him in the gully. Go.
How you doin', sweetie?
Never better.
I thought you didn't like herbal tea.
The sugar helps.
Why are you drinking something you don't like?
Just trying out new things.
Dad said he had to force himself to drink beer
before he started to like it.
Oh, great.
Chill, mom.
I'm not trying to make myself like beer.
So...
this was a good idea.
I just wanted to see how you're doing,
you know, with dad dating your boss and everything.
I am fine.
God, I wish people would stop asking.
But thank you. Thank you.
Do you want to maybe do something tomorrow?
We could go shopping.
Uh, yeah. I...
I would love that.
Great.
Well, maybe. Ah, you don't want to be here.
Thanks for the ride.
Okay.
Right there on the south side.
- I gotta go. I gotta go. - All right. Call me.
Have fun.
Oh, I will.
What? My car broke down. I got a ride to work.
You are so busted.
So how was coffee with Lacey?
Do not change the subject.
So is this love
or a one-night stand?
No, no. A gentleman never discusses such things.
Oh, baloney.
It's all you guys ever talk about.
I think we have enough dirty laundry
around our office without me adding to it.
You are not gonna make this about me.
What were they hunting?
Oh, deer, I imagine.
Her name is Julie Loeb.
I looked her up on the way in.
She's the new wife of Martin Loeb, multimillionaire.
He's got two kids from a previous marriage.
And I'm guessing that that's them over there.
All right. Thank you.
And your name?
Nice wholesome family outing.
Looks like a through and through.
From the cuts and abrasions,
she tumbled as she fell.
She was hit standing up there.
No way to get trajectory of the bullet off the body,
and finding the bullet itself out here...
I'm not sure it was the bullet that killed her.
Oh, you could've fooled me.
Bet you it was the fall.
Well, at least it was a quick death.
I...
I don't know what happened.
I shot at the deer. We all... we all did.
Oh, God. Julie...
And no one was in sight of anyone
when you fired?
Well, look around, detective. The woods are thick.
But they're not covered in orange safety patches, are they?
We... we were all headed east with the sun behind us.
Julie knew enough not to walk into someone's crosshairs.
Thus making my point.
What point is that?
One of you shot her on purpose.
Delicate as usual.
This was an accident. How could...
how can you even suggest that possibility?
How'd you get that scratch on your neck?
Well, I don't...
I don't know. I...
You try walking through miles of underbrush.
See how many scratches you get.
Hmm. And yet...
it appears to be your only one.
We'll be in touch.
If he drops the tissue, I want it.
What do you think you're gonna find?
I don't know. That's why I need your help.
Oh, it's nice to hear you need my help.
Did I say that?
And there was the time that you needed me
to get that woman away from her abusive boyfriend
so that you could talk to her in private.
Oh. And do you... do you remember dragging me
to your mom's club for the society ball?
Not to mention, your chronic need for moral support
every time that you feel guilty
for abandoning Lacey.
Oh, wow. Did I... did I just go too far? I...
Good morning. Am I interrupting something?
No.
Peter was just leaving.
So are we good?
- Excuse me? - With Lacey.
I just want to be crystal clear.
I am dating Todd. That's it.
I am in no way trying to replace you.
Lacey and I are great. Thank you.
So we're good?
Define "good."
Excuse me, Dr. Murphy. There's a phone call for you.
It's the mayor's office.
Thank you.
You pull the femoral blood for her tox yet?
Yeah.
Hey, about that abandoning Lacey comment,
I just...
Uh, she's got minor cuts and abrasions from the fall.
What I meant to say was that sometimes, you just seem
so stuck on how things are supposed to be with Lacey
instead of just letting it happen.
Look. She did her own nails.
I would've expected a manicure for a trophy wife.
Are you gonna talk to me?
I need you, Peter, okay?
Sometimes I just wish I didn't.
Now take a picture of her right ring finger.
The nail is pulled down to the bed.
And there's some kind of pigment or paint
on her elbow.
Did you accuse Martin Loeb of killing his wife?
Well, somebody shot her.
It is a homicide, isn't it, until proven otherwise?
Not when it's Martin Loeb, friend of the mayor
and major contributor to his campaign.
Not coincidentally, guess who I just got off the phone with.
I will be more delicate next time.
No, you won't. You're off the case.
I'm taking it myself.
Remind me again how you're not trying to replace me.
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Martin Loeb makes one call to the mayor,
and I am off the case, and Kate just lets it happen?
Who knew that one of the perks of being rich
is that you get to handpick
your own personal, kiss ass medical examiner?!
Megan, Julie doesn't come from money, okay?
- That's not what I'm saying. - I... I know what you're saying,
and I'm serious. She is not a trophy wife.
She's a scholarship kid from Upper Darby.
Okay, she and Martin met a few years ago,
but she did not want to get involved with a married man.
They didn't even start dating
until after he divorced his first wife.
Great. So she's a woman of principles.
Naturally, she's the one that gets the bullet.
Peter, let's go. Back to autopsy.
Excuse me?
You know as well as I do,
the investigator stays with the body.
Am I wrong, or are you two fighting over me?
You can have him.
Be sure to ask about his one-night stand.
Okay, little clues...
Transportation needs another driver.
You know anybody?
- I know lots of people who drive. - Why'd I even ask you?
Okay, you know, just tell me what the job requirements are.
Prior experience picking up and unloading bodies.
It takes a certain personality.
Uh-huh. I mean, how exactly do you get prior experience
- picking up and unloading bodies? - Is this the evidence
- from the Julie Loeb exam? - Yes, those are going out for processing.
Get both of these typed.
I thought you were off this case.
I am not off this case
until I find out who shot that woman.
Okay.
I think I'll go check on her blood tox.
I'm just your bitch, aren't I?
Stop pretending you don't like it.
One-night stand?
That's just Megan stirring the pot.
Listen, you do understand that me taking this case
has nothing to do with my dating Todd?
I didn't think it did.
Uh-huh. But you think I shouldn't be dating Todd.
I have three sisters, okay?
There is no way that I am getting in the middle
of this catfight.
Who said anything about a catfight?
This is our problem.
This is where Julie was shot.
And this is where each of you was standing at the time.
According to this, none of you
had direct line of sight with Julie.
So either there was another shooter out there
that no one saw and left no trace
or one of you is lying.
We came down here today as a courtesy.
Despite the way we were treated this morning,
and now you're accusing one of us of lying?
What's she doing here?
What was the fight about, Mr. Loeb?
You're not supposed to be on this case.
Dr. Hunt, you don't want to do this.
Julie's blood type was O positive,
and yet, the blood that I found on her nail
and the blood from the scratch on your neck
was B negative.
Your blood type, Mr. Loeb.
Martin... I'm not a lawyer,
but they can't take your blood without your permission.
- Shouldn't have dropped that tissue. - Dad, let's get outta here.
Sit.
You and Julie had a fight. She scratched your neck.
You saw your opportunity in the woods, so you shot her.
That is twice in one day
you've accused me of killing the woman I love.
Was there a fight, Mr. Loeb?
There was no fight.
Julie doted on me...
included little things,
uh, tying my tie...
helping me put on my hunting jacket.
She must have had a hangnail that caught on my neck.
At the time, I thought it was a zipper.
When you asked me about it, I'd forgotten the whole thing.
And now I think we're done being insulted.
You've already lost one career.
You trying to make it two?
The bullet blew up the C-4 vertebrae
after transecting the spinal cord.
So the bullet did kill her?
Of course it killed her.
Megan said it was the fall.
Well... well, if you want to get technical about it,
yeah, the path of the bullet missed the vertebral arteries.
It was the bone fragments that lacerated them during the fall.
There's some foreign matter in here.
Megan said it was a quick death.
You gonna keep throwing Megan at me the whole time?
- I'm not throwing anything at anybody. - Mm-hmm.
I am Switzerland, okay? I'm a neutral party.
Listen, I haven't done anything wrong.
Well, technically.
So you do think it's wrong.
No, I don't.
Well, unless the only reason that you're dating him
is because you think that it can't work out.
Sort of like your one-night stand?
Tox report on Julie's blood.
No drugs, no medications, no alcohol.
Want to know why?
Elevated levels of Beta H.C.G.
This was a double homicide.
Julie Loeb was pregnant.
How's the Julie Loeb case going?
Oh, I am Switzerland. I'm neutral.
Okay. Just out of curiosity,
which one of us is Germany?
I am not getting in the middle of this catfight, okay?
I don't do catfights.
Julie was pregnant?
Yes, she was... pregnant.
That's a motive.
Yeah, the police are following up on that at this very moment.
And speaking of police, I just had a charming call
from lieutenant Pierce
regarding your latest run-in with Martin Loeb.
I was right about his blood on Julie's nail.
You were wrong about pursuing
a case that's not yours, and if you do it again,
I'm gonna assign you to transportation.
They're looking for a driver.
Do I make myself clear?
- Yes. - Good.
Now since apparently taking you off the case
isn't enough to actually get you off a case,
I'm assigning you another one.
A man found downtown, killed by blunt-force trauma to the head.
Uh, w... what about my investigator?
We do have more than one.
You've driven for a hospital, I see.
Yes, sir. Six months.
Now that's not long.
Are you okay with seeing massive trauma?
You know, severed limbs,
exposed brains,
uh, legs bent the wrong way, that sort of thing.
You know, 'cause in this office, we cut people open.
You might see stomach contents,
- organs, all kinds of... - Yeah.
Sure. That's not... that's not gonna be a...
You are Martin Loeb's business manager?
Yes. And I've known him for 20 years.
He didn't shoot Julie.
Mm. Did you?
Of course not.
Did you know Julie was pregnant?
She told me about a month ago.
Funny Martin didn't mention it.
She hadn't told him.
She wanted to get past the 3-month threshold.
Then why tell you?
She came to me for financial advice.
She wanted to make sure her children were taken care of.
You mean in Martin's will?
I was preparing an audit
of Martin's assets for the attorneys.
Did you say children, plural?
She wanted more than one.
And who would object to changing Martin's will
to include new heirs?
I can think of at least three people... his kids and his ex.
His ex wouldn't happen to have hunting experience, would she?
Alexandra? She's the one
that got Martin into hunting in the first place.
You know, this is our first crime scene together.
Do you do yoga?
What?
Close your eyes.
Whoa.
Breathe deeply.
Try to clear your mind. Now open them.
Tell me what you see without prejudice or precondition.
There's a dead guy in the street.
And?
I'm a forensic pathology fellow.
You need a medicolegal death investigator. I'm sorry.
Don't worry. There's one around here somewhere.
What does an investigator do, actually?
Basically, secures the crime scene,
photographs the body, interviews witnesses,
and whatever I tell 'em to do.
But I already do whatever you tell me to do.
Keep up the good work.
Excuse me.
I'm detective Bell. This is detective Lopez.
Dr. Hunt. Where's my investigator?
Called to another scene.
- Uh, I'm Dr. Ethan Gross. I'm... - Ethan!
- Yeah? - Start taking pictures.
Right.
So... does our victim have a name?
Patrick Deline, age 33.
Well-dressed, well-groomed, caught in a bad part of town.
We figure he came from the burbs
to score some drugs and someone jacked him.
Fits the pattern around here.
Blunt-force trauma to the head.
So what kind of drugs was he trying to score, guys?
What's your pleasure?
There's a park up the street. It's a shooter's paradise.
This guy was no shooter.
And as for jacking...
ah.
You need a new theory.
Autopsy...
two hours.
Bye, officers.
Oh, what about these? You like these?
I'm looking for something really specific.
Oh, okay.
Good to know.
How specific?
These.
Aren't they sexy?
Uh, yeah.
Uh, mm, well, you know,
I'm not sure these are quite right for you. Um...
What do you mean?
I tried on a pair of Kate's, and they looked great.
So after you drove for a mortuary,
you drove an ice cream delivery truck?
I like little kids.
Oh.
What do you want to know, detectives?
Did I kill Julie?
As long as you're offering.
Children, leave.
Mom.
Don't worry.
I'm gonna confess to exactly what you think I will.
I hate the bastard.
Wouldn't you?
25 years of marriage, and like some old car,
he trades me in for a newer model.
But you didn't kill Julie.
Detective, I made out just fine in the divorce.
And I doubt very much I'm still in his will.
But your children are, aren't they?
Our mother was angry,
sure, but who wouldn't be?
Well, your mother gets nothing from your father's will.
But you two stand to inherit less
every time Julie has a child.
Do you know how much our father is worth?
Approximately $100 million.
Right, so that's $50 million each,
$33 million split 3 ways,
and $25 million split 4 ways.
Sure, our inheritance will be reduced,
but not enough to commit murder.
She do all the talking?
We weren't happy about the divorce.
We didn't give Julie a warm welcome.
But dad loved her, and she loved him.
All you had to do was see them together.
She was the love of his life.
You're whistling.
Well, it's nice talking to people
without Megan tossing verbal grenades everywhere.
Mnh-mnh. You only whistle for two reasons.
Either you've been to the opera
or you got...
I am sleeping in my own bed again,
if that's what you're getting at.
Congratulations, player. How much did that cost you?
18 years and counting.
So what do we think about this bunch?
Well, they've got the best motive
I've heard so far...
money.
Kate.
Look, I know that Megan can be exasperating at times,
- but she's usually right. - Meaning what?
Meaning that maybe Julie's pregnancy
had something to do with her death.
How so?
Well, I did a paternity test on Julie's embryo,
and Martin Loeb is not the father.
Julie was pregnant?
You didn't know?
I knew we were trying.
Oh, God. I can't believe this.
Would it surprise you to learn you weren't the father?
You understand where we're going with this.
Julie was having an affair, she became pregnant,
you found out it wasn't your baby.
Now when did you discover
that she was trying to write the baby into your will?
My God.
You people really are
trying to find me guilty of something, aren't you?
I couldn't be the father.
Five years ago, I had prostate surgery.
I'm sterile.
I knew Julie wanted children.
She was going to a sperm bank,
and she had my blessing.
Do you happen to know which one?
I said she had my blessing.
It doesn't mean I wanted to know every detail.
Atlantic Reproductive Services.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. It's totally anonymous.
No, you don't need an appointment.
Fill this out. I'll be right with you.
I'm not actually here for this. I...
Uh-huh.
We're located downtown near City Hall.
Yep. That's the one. Open till 5:00.
We provide all the visual material you need.
That's... that is good to know,
but I, uh, I was wondering
if you've ever seen this woman before.
So you're not here to give a sample?
You listed your mother as a reference?
Yeah. She thinks I'm great.
You want to call her?
No.
Just so you know,
my investigator was called off the scene.
That was him.
There was a crane accident at the rail yard.
Nice shoes.
Thank you.
I could see Lacey in those.
I don't see her in a pair of bondage pumps.
Care to clue me in?
We went shopping.
Lacey picked out a pair of shoes that apparently you showed her.
I showed her?
Next time she wants something, just send her to me, please.
So are you telling me that I'm not allowed to wear shoes
in front of your daughter?
I'm telling you that you are in her life
whether I like it or not,
and you just need to understand your role.
And what would that be?
I don't know. I'm still trying to figure that out.
Okay, see if this helps.
I don't have a role, all right?
I can't control what Lacey sees or what she likes
any more than I can control you when you go mouthing off
to a suspect in a homicide.
I am not trying to be Lacey's mother
any more than I want to be your mother,
and quite frankly,
I'm getting a little sick of you putting me in that position.
So whatever's going on between you and Lacey,
figure it out for yourselves
'cause I don't want any part of it.
Dr. Hunt, detective Bell and Lopez are here
for Patrick Deline's autopsy.
You put yourself through college
working as a driver for a supermarket chain?
That's right.
I have time on forklifts, boom lifts,
pallet loaders, uh, every kind of truck,
from minivans to 18-wheelers.
Oh, and I do have the licenses to go with them.
Well, Theresa, I gotta tell you...
I am very, very...
impressed.
So you're the ex neurosurgeon?
We asked around.
- What else did you hear? - Ethan!
- What? - So do we have a cause of death?
Depressed skull fractures
to the occiput and temporal parietal regions
causing massive cerebral contusions
and probably a fatal brain stem injury.
Okay, show me yours.
Show you my what?
What do you know about Patrick Deline?
He was an interior decorator and house flipper.
We talked to his husband.
He was in that part of town
- to scope out the neighborhood at night. - The happy couple
was thinking about buying a loft and renovating it.
Hmm. There's trace on his sweater.
So really, guys,
anything about me, Dr. Ethan Gross?
Ethan, do you want me to send you outside again?
No, no, no. I don't envy Peter one bit.
Did you know that he's canvassing...
sperm banks right now?
There's something under his nails.
Let's see what we have here.
Huh. Looks like paint.
Did you say sperm banks?
Okay, so I've been to all six sperm banks
in the metropolitan area...
Hold on a second. Six?
That's right.
Does he look a little drained to you?
You know, Pete, you do look kind of pale.
Yeah, I hope you don't have a date tonight, 'cause that...
Okay, if you're all done...
So I found the sperm bank that Julie went to,
but she left empty-handed.
Then I went to the I.V.F. clinic that she was referred to.
They said that when she arrived, she had a sperm sample on ice,
but they don't know whose it was.
Martin Loeb is not the father of Julie's baby.
Yeah, we know that.
- Oh. - Question is, how do you?
Because the real father is in autopsy room two.
His name is Patrick Deline.
The pigment that was found on both Julie and Patrick
is high-end paint,
which is available only to interior designers.
What they were both painting, I have no idea,
but I'm sure it wasn't a coincidence.
Patrick was gay, so they weren't having an affair,
but if Martin is sterile,
Julie might have asked Patrick to be the donor,
hence the paternity test.
You got all that off a speck of paint?
And Ethan told me that Peter was hitting up the sperm banks,
so from that, I deduced what was going on.
How you doing?
Depleted?
Oh... that's funny.
So...
am I back on the case?
Were you ever off it?
Mm, not really.
Patrick and Julie were best friends from high school.
She came over a few months ago,
told us she had gone to a sperm bank
but left because she didn't want
the father of her child to be a stranger.
Her first thought was Patrick.
Made us both cry.
And did Martin Loeb know about this?
No.
Julie wanted to keep it quiet.
Because Martin would've been angry if he found out?
More like Martin's ex-wife.
Why would she care?
Patrick decorated their house a few years back.
He brought Julie along one day,
and that's how Martin and Julie met.
Ah.
Alexandra never forgave Patrick
for making the introduction.
The last thing they wanted was
Alexandra poisoning Erika and Thomas' feelings
about their new sibling.
Thank you very much, Mr. Turtell.
And I am very sorry for your loss.
I'm sorry to ask, and this may be irrelevant,
but has Patrick done any painting lately?
He painted all the time.
He has a studio space nearby.
Well, thank you for coming, Francine.
I really want this job.
I appreciate your enthusiasm.
No, you don't understand.
I really want this job.
I need...
this job.
I love dead people.
Ethan.
I'm done interviewing these people.
Well, maybe you're just interviewing them wrong.
Mnh-Mnh. There's only one way to answer...
"do you have a history of traffic accidents?"
And no, it is not "do I get to play with dead bodies?"
What are you doing?
I am identifying a murder weapon.
Yes, Ethan.
Uh, just got the results back from the crime lab.
Patrick Deline was beaten with a type of tire iron
made in Germany for high-end car brands.
Also, we got the labs back on the trace from Patrick's shirt.
A residue of calcium and saliva.
Maybe milk or ice cream?
Ice cream?
The good news is, we have epithelials we can test.
The bad news is,
we have no idea who to test them against.
Okay, well, start by ruling out Patrick
as the source of the epithelials.
And, Curtis, call Sam and Bud, tell them about the tire iron.
I bet you Alexandra has a German car.
Okay. Or you could just tell 'em yourself.
Uh, no, I'm not with Bud and Sam.
Oh, well, where are you?
I'm... oh, uh, gotta go.
Hi.
Herbal tea with sugar...
right?
What's going on?
Nothing.
What? It's just, you know,
you've been spending a lot of time with Kate lately,
which is fine.
It's good. Um...
and she's, uh...
she's really beautiful.
So it... it's natural that you would want to copy her.
Are you jealous?
No.
I...
All right, a little... a tiny bit.
The thing is, I just...
I'm your mother.
And I hope you know that
if you need advice about something...
big, small, whatever...
I just... I hope that you know that you can come to me.
Mom, I want you to stop worrying about Kate.
Just 'cause I like something of hers
doesn't mean I like her more than you.
And you're right. You are my mother.
And no one's ever going to replace you.
Okay?
Okay.
Do you want something else? Juice?
Just say so.
Anything but herbal tea.
Who told you I had it out for Patrick?
Uh, we're not at liberty to say.
It was Martin, wasn't it?
Lying son of a bitch.
He lied all during our marriage. He lied all during our divorce.
He's just a...
Are you saying he was unfaithful?
Sex? No. Money? Yes.
You wouldn't believe the stuff I caught him trying to hide.
Really?
Artwork, cars... he even had his own secret yacht.
Detectives, so far no blood,
no hair, no sign it's been cleaned recently.
We'll take some samples back for a closer look,
but I think you've got a clean car.
All right, thanks.
We apologize for the inconvenience...
Spare me the apology, detective. You suck at it.
Well, back to the kids.
I don't know.
Hiding assets...
All this time, we've been thinking
that someone killed Julie over her kid
sharing in Martin's assets.
What if it were someone
who didn't want her to know what those assets actually are?
Come in.
You know something I hate about this job?
Following the rules?
Never getting to meet these people
once you get to know them.
Julie and Patrick were decent, caring people,
and they deserve better
than you and I not helping each other.
I couldn't agree more.
Good.
As it turns out,
Patrick redecorated the Loebs' house
several years ago.
That's how Martin and Julie met.
And Loeb's ex-wife blamed Patrick,
enough for Julie to keep it secret that Patrick
was the biological father of her child.
So she's got motive for both murders.
Sam and Bud are looking at her hard,
but so far, nothing.
Well, I've been looking at lab results.
There was some foreign matter mixed in with the blood
around Julie's wound.
It turns out, the way she landed,
some of her stomach contents migrated up her esophagus.
But there's also this.
It's the pollen from a rare kind of oak tree.
So what, did she ingest it?
'Cause it's not in bloom now, so how did it get in the wound?
It was deposited there by the bullet.
It grazed a leaf on its way.
Well, now we know where our shooter was standing.
Okay.
So the southern red oak,
or quercus falcata,
is a medium-sized deciduous tree
with a round-topped head
and leaves, uh, the size of your hand,
with three to five pointed lobes.
Here, look. Here's a picture.
Oh!
I can't believe I'm doing this...
looking for tree pollen
and hoping some deer hunter don't shoot my ass.
This is crazy.
No, this is great.
We're medicolegal death investigators.
No, we're not. We are sitting ducks.
Okay, so the tree is rare in these parts 'cause it's
at the northern limit of its growing range.
Much like the american holly or sweetbay magnolia, this...
Enough with the tree lesson. We're here.
Let's go find that southern red oak.
All right, I've got the bank statements.
You've got Martin Loeb's statements.
And I got you
a sumatran double espresso.
Oh. Long as I didn't pay for it.
What the hell are you doing?
Yoga. Megan taught me.
I'm trying to look at the crime scene
by clearing my mind of all judgments and preconditions.
This is the tree, fool.
It works.
Which means, if the bullet hit her here,
then it came from right there.
And there is no way I'm going in there.
There's poison ivy all over this place. Mnh-mnh.
Hey, you remember when you helped me fix Megan's phone?
Yeah.
We're even.
Ethan...
did the shot line up?
Just give me a second.
Get outta here.
Oh.
What is this?
Hey.
What? Did you find something?
I think we need to get the crime scene unit back out here.
The divorce settlement came from selling hard assets...
the artwork, the yacht, the summer home.
No T-bills, no stocks, no paper assets.
I think I know why.
The corporate, pension, retirement, personal accounts,
they all match up.
Take a look at the family trust.
- That's a hell of a difference. - Mm-hmm.
Guess who had trading authority on the account?
Is that it?
Yeah, the results just came back in.
- Wow. - What?
You recognize that?
I know. It smells like hairspray.
It was Erika, Loeb's daughter...
Except for one thing, there's a compound in the mixture
that isn't hairspray.
Minoxidil?
Yeah. Some men use... not me... use it to...
Stimulate hair growth. Right.
I'll be damned.
Calcium was found in the trace on Patrick, right?
Yes. Curtis thought it was ice cream.
It wasn't ice cream or milk.
Calcium is one of the primary ingredients in antacid tablets.
Okay.
And a symptom of acid reflux is?
Go ahead and have a seat over there.
Mr. Loeb, I...
- Mr. Wright, thank you for coming in. - ...owe you an apology.
As you told us before...
What were we having?
Excuse me?
The baby.
...wanted to know how it would affect Martin's finances.
A girl.
Yes.
The minute you realized
that Julie's request
would force an audit of Martin's assets,
you knew you were in trouble because...
you've been stealing from him for years.
You don't know what you're talking about.
We've got the bank statements, Alan.
Not the fake ones you've been sending Martin,
the real ones.
So you killed Julie
to cover your tracks,
but the only unanswered question is Patrick.
Acid reflux, right?
Here you go. My wife has it, too.
See, that's how we knew you met with Patrick.
You must have really gotten winded
when you beat him to death, because you coughed so hard,
you expelled saliva.
We pulled blood and hair traces
from the tire iron in your car.
We've got you nailed on Patrick.
And we have traces of your hair loss treatment
in the woods, exactly where the shot was taken
that killed Julie.
No lawyer in the world's gonna save you,
not with the evidence that we have.
But tell the truth right now,
and it'll go far with the D.A.
Can I talk to Martin?
I don't think he wants to talk to you.
I didn't set out to steal from him.
I just needed a loan in a hurry for a business deal.
The deal blew up, I couldn't repay the money,
so I cooked the books to cover it up.
Martin never questioned it.
And then it just became easy.
So Julie got suspicious?
She thought I was dragging my feet on the audit.
She was gonna recommend Martin find another business manager.
I couldn't let that happen.
And Patrick?
The day of the shooting, he came to my office.
Julie had told him that she didn't trust me,
and he demanded to know what happened.
He was the father of Julie's child.
He wasn't gonna let it go.
And so you followed him downtown?
I was just so in over my head.
I didn't know what to do.
Please... tell Martin I'm sorry.
I'm...
I'm so very, very sorry.
Martin.
The money I could forgive,
but not Julie,
not our child.
No!
Call an ambulance!
Alan? Alan?
Is he gonna make it?
Congratulations, detectives.
You finally have something to arrest me for.
Quite the drama you had today.
Yeah. Where were you?
Investigating.
There is a video on here
that I think you should take a look at.
You want to watch it with me?
Sorry, but I have a date.
Same girl or a new one?
Good night, Megan.
Peter...
you like working with me, don't you?
I wouldn't have brought you that if I didn't.
And here we are, painting the crib.
And, mommy Julie...
you are on.
Hello, baby.
I'm your mommy.
And you're gonna grow up with a wonderful daddy named Martin.
But there's somebody else who loves you
just as much as we do.
He's your biological father.
Patrick.
Okay.
Hello... baby.
Uh... I may never be the father who raises you,
but I'll always be the father who loves you,
no matter what.
But know...
that I love you,
just as much as Martin does.
Being a parent means wanting the best for your child,
no matter who provides it.
You... you are so gonna get it.
Oh!
Okay.
Hey... Lace.
Hi, it's me.
Um, listen, I've been thinking,
and...
if you really want those shoes,
I think you should have them,
and I'm gonna buy them for you.
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