911, what is your emergency?
Hi, my name is Peter Dunlop. There is a house fire
on the corner of Lindon and 2nd Street.
I don't know if anyone's inside.
Damn it!
Hello?
Dad?
Hello?
Are you okay?
Dad?
We gotta get you out of here.
My turtle.
Leave it!
No!
How's Peter doing?
Still at the hospital. Bruised shoulder.
- They're getting X-rays just to be sure. - How about the girl?
Critical condition, but alive, thanks to Peter.
Well, her husband wasn't so lucky. "Mike Applebee".
UNIs were here just last week on a domestic disturbance call.
The wife Jenna... she's the one who called it in.
Looks like things got a whole lot worse for the both of 'em.
We know what started the fire?
Ask the arson investigators. They're inside.
Fantastic.
All right, well, let's get behind that fridge
and see who or what started this thing.
Hey, who the hell let you in here?
Megan Hunt, M.E. Where's the body?
Uh, well, we kept trippin' over it,
so I had Skip here put it in the truck.
I'm Ray Easton. My partner Skip Rakoski.
- Hope you're funnier than he is. - I know I am.
Oh, yeah.
We'll see who's laughing at your next performance review.
Mm. The body's over here. We haven't touched it.
So the fire started here in the kitchen.
Scorch marks form a "V", like, uh, like an arrow.
Yeah, point of origin. I know.
We also found evidence of a forced entry.
My partner said he kicked the door down to get inside.
Oh, so he gave the fire all the oxygen it needed to consume the living room.
- He saved a woman's life. - And if he'd have waited for P.F.D.,
we might have been able to save two lives.
Or you might have lost them both.
There's soot in the nostrils.
He was alive while the fire was burning.
Yeah, you see his pelvis?
I think someone poured accelerant on him.
How about you investigate the fire
and leave the body to me?
- I'll send my people in to get him. - Yeah, I don't think so.
- Excuse me? - We haven't finished our initial assessment.
Nothing leaves the scene until we're done.
- How long you gonna be? - As long as it takes.
I'll get coffee.
Hey, if you don't mind,
I take mine cream, no sugar.
Three hours.
That is how much time I lost to Ray Easton.
Oh, I worked with Ray's dad in the Badlands.
His whole family's true blue.
Shocking his son went Fire Department.
Oh. Ray the black sheep? I can't even imagine.
Somebody get under your skin a little?
Looks like Mike has third-degree burns over most of his body,
with fourth-degree at the pelvis and right thigh.
Ray said he was doused with an accelerant.
That would make this homicide.
Yeah, well, you can tell Ray he's wrong. Mike was a smoker.
This flint wheel is all that's left of his lighter.
It was lighter fluid that ignited.
You don't want the pleasure of telling him yourself?
Detective, Curtis tells me you have a bone fracture?
Of the distal metacarpals... first and second finger.
Are you asking me or telling me?
You're the bone specialist.
I just need to know whether it occurred during the crime.
There's a slight haze on the X-ray.
It's possible the fracture happened before the fire,
but I'll run a rapid touch prep to make sure.
Nothing could make me happier.
Am I missing something?
- Kate has a new boyfriend. - Oh.
My ex-husband.
Oh.
I'll call you once we get a positive I.D.
Hold up. I got Mike Applebee's dental records.
And I just got off the phone with Peter.
How is he?
This guy goes into a burning house,
the ceiling collapses on him,
and all he gets is a bruised shoulder.
I mean, it's like he's made of adamantium...
Like Wolverine, from the "X-Men."
You gotta go to the movies. Uh, he's coming, by the way.
Tell him to go back to the hospital.
He needs to bring me Jenna's clothes.
If she or Mike were incapacitated,
- there'll be trace on the clothing. - Ah, but I know what incapacitated them.
Jenna's tox screen shows cyanide in her system.
Cyanide. Hmm. This is starting to sound like
more than just a domestic disturbance gone wrong.
Except that when a house burns, it releases toxins in the air,
the most dangerous of which is hydrogen cyanide.
Wait. So Jenna was poisoned by her own house?
We just need to find out what made the house burn.
You think you could nudge your friend Ray along?
Oh, yeah. I'm walking right in the middle of that.
Mm.
Ethan, are you sure
these are Mike Applebee's dental records?
Yeah. Why?
Mike Applebee had all of his wisdom teeth removed.
That guy in there... he still has his.
This is not Mike Applebee.
Body of Proof 2x05 - Point of Origin Original air date October 18, 2011
Sync and corrected by atrn97g www.addic7ed.com
Thanks. I'll let her know.
That was Sam.
No match on John Doe's prints in A.F.I.S.
and no sign of the real Mike Applebee either.
Does that look like a fracture to you?
Tough to say. It's right on the suture line.
You think he broke his hand fighting off his attacker
and then got hit in the head?
There's only one way to find out.
You know, relationships are hard, especially when
it involves three people, and two of 'em have history.
And suddenly we're not talking about the Applebees anymore.
What is on your mind, Curtis?
I want you to know that 99.9% of the time,
when it comes to you, I'm gonna side with Kate.
But on her decision to date your ex, I think she's wrong.
Like, Michael Jordan playing baseball kind of wrong.
Wow. We actually agree on something...
0.1% of the time.
So keep that in mind when I say this.
As deputy chief medical examiner,
- you two need to work it out. - I am being professional.
Mm-hmm.
John Doe's cause of death...
um, was carbon monoxide poisoning.
Uh, his levels were 56%.
He didn't... he didn't stand a chance.
See if you can salvage anything out of that wallet,
help identify him. Thank you.
Hey. Skip Rakoski. Arson Investigation.
Oh. Peter Dunlop. M.E.'s Office.
Ah, so you're the superhero, huh?
You look good for a guy who ran into a burning house.
- Well, my shoulder's pretty banged up. - How's Jenna doing?
Well, they're still treating her
for carbon monoxide and cyanide toxicity.
At least she's doing better
than John Doe we pulled out of the house.
Oh, I... I never saw him.
Hey, don't beat yourself up.
You did more than most people would've.
Are those Jenna's clothes?
Uh, yeah. Dr. Hunt wanted them for evidence.
My boss sent me for them, too. Guess I'm too late.
Great minds, huh?
I have to get back to the office.
I'll let you know if we hear anything about the clothes.
Thanks.
Hey, take it easy on that shoulder, huh?
Trust me, it's been through worse.
Will you please let me go? I need to see Jenna.
Sorry, Mike. We're not in the habit
of reuniting victims with their attackers.
I would never hurt Jenna. I love her.
Then why the domestic disturbance call?
Last few months...
have been hard.
I lost my job.
Jenna's a manager at the donut spot
at the Bourse... double shifts.
She started pulling away.
She'd never come home.
So I call her on it, and she kicks me out.
So you went over there last night
to talk some sense into her, found her with another man.
- Didn't happen. - Then where were you last night?
Same place you found me...
alone in my motel room,
reading.
- Reading? - Yeah.
What's a guy like you have on his nightstand?
Ohh.
"The Girl Who Played With Fire".
The cerebral convolutions have flattened,
and the tissue is markedly firm.
We could be looking at heat fissure.
If temps got hot enough, the expansion pressure
could've caused the break in the temporal bone.
I don't think so. Look at that.
Hemorrhaging.
Someone hit John Doe over the head while he was alive.
For all we know,
the murder weapon could still be at the scene.
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey!
You are aware this is an active fire scene, right?
Active?
You've been here ten hours.
- You haven't even left the kitchen. - Well, collecting fire evidence
is a little like being on a first date.
Move too fast, you're liable to get slapped in the face.
Well, you're in no danger of that.
Ray just wants it done right so he can fire Geraldine.
Who is Geraldine?
Show her the picture, Ray.
You're gonna love this.
Meet Geraldine,
my cannon.
I... I know, but when I close a case,
I like to light her up to celebrate.
She's smaller than a bread box,
but she packs one hell of a wallop.
Well, some people think size doesn't matter.
Skip, will you show the doctor what we've figured out, please?
The point of origin is this old refrigerator.
They kept alcohol on top. We found this broken vodka bottle.
Dust and debris collect behind the refrigerator,
- you add alcohol to the mix and... - And then just a little spark
from an old compressor and bam, you got yourself a fire.
This wasn't an accident.
Really? Well, what do you think happened?
Our John Doe was hit over the head premortem.
That was intentional.
I'm guessing that the fire was intentional, too.
Did you find a murder weapon yet?
Not just yet, but we haven't made it into the living room.
Mm.
Well, I'm no M.E., but this looks like heat fissure.
You have seen heat fissure, haven't you?
Oh, you're right.
You're no M.E.
Look, I've got six open cases,
including a serial arsonist who's been targeting toy stores,
so how about you cut me a little slack, okay?
I came here looking for a murder weapon,
which may or may not be in this house.
The sooner you get out of my way,
the sooner you can fire your little cannon off.
Hey.
Look who I found applying for a job at engine 16.
Hey!
- Oh, uh, whoa. - Ohh! How's the shoulder?
I'll survive. These are for you. Jenna's clothes.
- She's still unconscious. - Great. I will get Curtis to process them
for trace. Maybe we can find a connection to Mike Applebee.
Oh, we may already have.
A search of his motel room turned up this.
What is that?
Book weight.
Okay. Size and shape are consistent with the wound.
I'm not too sure about the heft.
Oh, believe me, a blow to the temple
with the weighted end could definitely incapacitate someone.
Peter?
I'll have forensics take a look. Welcome back, huh?
- You're my hero. - Parade's over, pal.
So Megan's ex? Really?
Not gonna happen, Ethan.
Dr. Hunt.
Dr. Murphy.
Did you finish your rapid touch prep yet?
You know what?
I think I left something in a place that isn't here, so...
it's fine, Ethan. And, no, John Doe's bone tissue
needs to decalcify for another half-hour.
Did you find anything that could be
- our blunt force trauma weapon? - Maybe, but believe it or not,
Ray Easton is still processing the scene.
That man is a pain in my ass.
Hmm. A lot of people say the same thing about you.
So is it gonna be like this from now on?
Why do you ask me?
She's the one who decided to date my ex-husband.
Ask her.
So our John Doe's wallet...
I found this tucked deep inside.
Not much was salvageable
in the way of identification,
but I was able to get something from inside the leather
where a credit card... left an impression.
Okay. It just needs to scan.
This is pretty cool, right?
"Families..."
"...reconnected."
I'm so sorry, Ms. Armstrong.
Had I known that Ben was in the house,
I would've tried to save him.
Ben and I started "Families Reconnected"
to reunite adopted children with their birth parents.
We were our own best advertisement.
I gave Ben up for adoption
when I was 21.
30 years later, he found me.
I lost him once as a baby
and to lose him again...
Um, was Jenna Applebee a client?
Uh, yes.
She left a message at the office.
She was distraught.
Ben must've gone over to talk to her.
About what?
Her birth father, Daniel Robinson.
We found him living in Center City.
Two days ago, Ben went to his home.
It didn't go well.
Mr. Robinson...
...closed the door on Ben's hand.
You don't think that Daniel Robinson
had something to do with this?
Um, I'm afraid it's too soon to know,
but I promise, we'll... we'll find out.
Daniel Robinson...
chair of the Chemistry Department at Penn Hill College.
Wife Carol. Daughter Emily.
- 2-story house on Rittenhouse Square. - The perfect life.
Until Ben showed up talking about Jenna.
Yeah, but Daniel doesn't want to hear about it.
He slams the door on Ben's hand. What a guy.
- All right. This was two days ago? - That's right.
That's consistent with the age of his injuries.
But just because this Daniel Robinson didn't want
a relationship with Jenna doesn't mean he wanted her dead.
Somebody did.
All I can guarantee you is that
Ben didn't injure his hand fighting off an attacker.
One thing's for sure. If Daniel Robinson did do this,
he's gonna get a lot more than his hand slammed in the door.
Peter Dunlop.
Based on what?
They just arrested Mike Applebee.
How could you arrest Mike Applebee
before even talking to Daniel Robinson?
Mike Applebee has motive as a jealous husband.
He has no alibi, and we have forensic evidence
that directly ties him to the crime.
Forensics on the book weight were inconclusive.
But the vodka bottle we recovered came back from the lab.
- Applebee's prints are all over it. - He used to live there.
His prints could've gotten on that bottle months ago.
Or they got there the night of the fire.
Applebee's prints were the only ones on the bottle.
Look, you're the one who insisted that the fire wasn't an accident.
I thought you'd have been happy we nailed someone for it.
Not if you got the wrong guy.
You know what I find puzzling?
Is why we're all justifying ourselves to you.
And yet still not succeeding. Hmm.
Daniel Robinson is a chemistry professor.
He knows about combustible materials.
Jenna Applebee is the daughter that he never wanted,
so she comes back into his life,
- and then she ends up in the hospital. - The vodka was the accelerant.
Applebee's prints are the only ones on the bottle.
- My line of work, that's a smoking gun. - You weren't in that house.
When I got to Jenna, she called me "dad".
Try explaining that, huh?
Did you know about that?
No.
Looks like Daniel Robinson does very well for himself.
Come on.
The car ride over was quiet enough.
I'm sorry. This is all getting a little too personal.
Well, that's understandable.
You pulled Jenna out of burning building.
But withholding evidence?
What's going on with you?
I know what it's like to wonder about your birth parents,
because I wondered about mine for years.
Excuse me? You were adopted?
Before my dad died,
he gave me a sealed envelope.
Inside was information about my birth parents.
All I had to do was look,
but I... I couldn't.
So I put it in his coffin, and I said good-bye.
You know, I thought that after I'd buried my father
that all those questions were behind me...
who I was,
where I came from, and...
Take it from me.
Just because you bury your father,
the questions don't get buried with him.
Hey, you're not the only one
who gets to make annoying personal observations.
I guess not.
Fancy.
I'm glad that you feel like you can talk to me. I am.
But if Daniel Robinson is here,
maybe I should do the talking?
Knock yourself out.
Hi.
Hi. I'm Dr. Megan Hunt, with the Medical Examiner's Office.
Is Daniel Robinson here?
Yeah. Uh, dad, there's some doctor here to see you.
Can I help you?
We're here about Jenna Applebee.
We know she's your daughter.
We also know Ben Dupres came here
to tell you that Jenna wanted to see you.
I told that guy to forget he'd ever found me.
Was that before or after
- you smashed his hand in the front door? - That was an accident.
- The fire that killed him wasn't. - He's dead?
Jenna's in I.C.U. at Franklin Hospital
for cyanide poisoning and smoke inhalation because somebody
set fire to her house. Do you know anything about that?
I've never been there. I was very clear.
I didn't want any contact with Jenna,
- but then she showed up here last night. - Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Jenna was here?
She said that she needed to talk to me,
that she'd taken the train all the way from Olney,
that the least I could do was give her some answers.
- And you sent her packing, right? - I asked her
to respect my decision and to leave my family alone.
Now that may seem heartless to you,
but my wife would never understand.
Sounds like you got a lot to lose, Professor.
I didn't harm Jenna...
or Ben Dupres.
Now please just leave me alone.
I didn't get anything off of Jenna's clothes
that points to a suspect,
- just a bunch of toxic trace materials. - Poor girl.
She was just trying to figure out where she came from.
How's she doing?
Her doctors don't know if she's gonna wake up,
- but at least she still has a chance. - Yeah.
- What's that? - The bottom of Jenna's shoe.
I'm using it as a timeline to trace her last day.
First there are traces of a chelator,
disodium ethanoldiglycinate,
typically found in commercial floor cleaners.
Probably from the doughnut shop where she worked.
And on top of that, I found this clay pebble...
the kind people use to decorate froufrou gardens.
Daniel Robinson had pebbles like this
lining his walkway,
which confirms that Jenna was there.
Did she step in paint?
Yeah. Alkyd resin.
City traffic paint.
So she leaves Daniel's.
On her way to the station, she steps in wet paint.
What's up?
Jenna Applebee is dead.
You did everything you could, Peter.
Tell that to Louisa Armstrong.
Her son is dead, and we still don't know why,
and now Jenna.
I can handle this one myself.
Get out of here.
Thank you.
Is he okay?
Yeah.
What are you doing?
Smell this.
Not a chance.
It smells like bitter almonds.
Hydrogen cyanide.
If you and that button nose of yours can smell the cyanide,
why did we pay for a rush on Jenna's tox?
Her cyanide level was lethal.
Didn't the hospital give her 100% oxygen?
They administered hydroxocobalamin, too.
She was responding.
If the treatment was working,
why is her cyanide level so high?
Someone gave her cyanide
in the hospital.
You want to tell me how Mike Applebee poisoned his wife
from a holding cell?
We made a mistake, all right?
Bud's releasing him now.
I spoke with Skip already.
Ray's in Lancaster working on a case. He's on his way back.
Whoever did this was counting on cyanide being overlooked
because Jenna had already been exposed to it in the fire.
Now might be a good time for you guys to pay Daniel Robinson a visit.
Yeah, but how did Daniel know about the cyanide poisoning
- in the first place? - I, uh, told him about Jenna's condition
when Megan and I went to see him at his house.
Well, hospital security sent over hours of surveillance
of the hallway outside Jenna's room.
It's just gonna take a while to get through it, though.
I found cyanide in Jenna's I.V. port.
Given the lethal level in her blood,
she would have been dead in about an hour.
Counting back from time of death,
the killer would've been in her room...
between 4:00 and 6:00 P.M.
If you guys need another set of eyes...
Well, Skip said he could help out, too.
He'll be here in an hour.
Have fun.
Did the hospital note head trauma?
Uh... yep.
Blunt force trauma
to the temporal region.
Maybe something fell on her in the fire?
I don't think so.
If somebody subdued Ben, they probably did the same to Jenna.
Wheel him over here, will ya?
Yep.
Those are completely different wound patterns.
- Uh, two different weapons? - Doesn't make sense.
Why use one on Ben and a different one on Jenna?
Any progress?
There is some material in the wound.
- I need you to... - Test it?
- Yes. Yes. - Sure. Yeah. Oh, uh, sorry.
Early night?
I'll have my cell with me if you need me.
Let me guess. The ballet?
I know that Todd's firm
has box seats at the academy.
Actually, we're going to a gallery opening.
He can be charming.
Todd is a good man.
Let's just leave it at charming.
Look, I'm sorry. I know this is hard for you.
But this relationship is happening,
and the sooner you can come to terms with it, the better.
From the donut spot,
in honor of Jenna.
My favorite is the Bavarian cream.
It's the best in the city, bar none.
Good call.
Ah.
Mmm.
Heard you used to be a cop.
How'd you end up in the M.E.'s office?
I got shot,
so all that time in rehab,
I realized that I enjoyed medicine.
Working in the M.E.'s office is the best of both worlds.
- How about you? - I got Ray to blame.
He kinda took me under his wing at the Fire Academy.
The instructors started calling me Skip Easton.
The guy basically adopted me,
and we've been like family ever since.
Did you see that?
What? Daniel Robinson?
No.
Daniel Robinson's daughter... Emily.
We watched over three hours of surveillance video.
Only one person had no business being there.
You.
And Jenna died of cyanide poisoning.
Now cyanide is difficult to come by.
Well, unless your dad has a chem lab.
I didn't poison Jenna.
When she showed up at my house that night,
my dad didn't know I was home.
I... I heard them talk.
He was such a jerk to her.
I thought, you know, maybe if I showed up at the hospital,
I could bring her some peace.
"Bring her some peace"? That's all you've got?
I swear!
I wanted a sister my whole life.
I... I tried to talk to her
that night at the house.
But she just...
took off running toward Anderson Park,
crying.
My daughter didn't do this.
I don't understand why you won't leave us alone.
What, just like you wanted Jenna and Ben to leave you alone?
You have no right to judge me.
Why did you give Jenna up?
Because I was 17
and completely unprepared for the responsibility.
Jenna's mother wanted to leave her in a gas station bathroom.
I brought her to the police station.
I spent the last money I had
on a T-shirt
and, uh, and a toy,
and I left her there with a stuffed animal,
so she wouldn't be alone.
Was that toy
a stuffed turtle?
How could you possibly know that?
Because when I found Jenna in the fire,
she was holding it.
Of all her possessions,
that's the one thing that she tried to save.
She kept it with her all these years?
Yes.
I just wish
you'd given her the chance to tell you herself.
Where's Bud?
He's at South Station with Septa Security
trying to see whether or not Jenna was at the train station
- the night of the fire. - So what are we doing here?
Well, to the west is Anderson Park.
To the east, South Station.
Emily Robinson said Jenna went towards the park.
- Okay. - We know Jenna took the train
to Daniel's house. Now she would've had to take the 8:46 train back
in order for Peter to find her in the living room.
Which means either Emily got it wrong or...
Or somebody gave Jenna a ride home.
I wonder what happened here.
Hmm. Fire?
Ray said he was looking for somebody
who's been torching toy stores.
And Jenna stepped in wet paint.
She was here.
Let's take a look inside, shall we?
You want to tell us what happened here?
Uh, it's just a small electrical fire.
Looks like your sprinklers went off. Did P.F.D. respond?
It was such a small fire. Uh, no need for firefighters.
Besides, when I got here,
the sprinklers had already, uh, put it out.
Something wrong?
We should call Ray.
What is that?
Uh, looks...
looks like a cannon fuse.
A Cannon fuse?
Yeah, you know, for, um, hobby rockets, that sort of thing.
- But I don't carry those here in my store. - What?
Ray Easton has a cannon.
Geraldine. He fires it off to celebrate closing a case.
Are you trying to tell me Ray did this?
Maybe he's such a good arson investigator
because he's the one lighting the damn fire.
Has anyone even seen Ray Easton's fire evidence?
When I got to the Applebee house,
he would not let me move Ben's body
until he worked the scene by himself,
and then he dragged his heels
when he was processing the rest of the house.
You're talking about the P.F.D.'s most decorated arson investigator.
I'm not gonna bring him in based on your hunch
- and a half-burnt piece of string. - You arrested Mike Applebee
- over a broken vodka bottle. - And I was wrong!
Excuse me if I don't want to repeat the experience.
All right, how about you worry about Jenna Applebee instead of yourself?
Dr. Hunt's helped you close more than a few cases.
I wouldn't be so quick to discount what she says.
Now what about the blunt force trauma weapon?
Can you connect that to Ray Easton?
I recovered some trace from Jenna's wound.
Uh, Ethan verified that it's leather,
but Jenna's wound and Ben's are very different,
so we're looking for one leather-bound weapon
that can create two different impressions
and is approximately the same size
as Mike Applebee's book weight.
I don't know what that is.
I do.
It's a sap.
It gets passed down through cop families.
Can I see that?
Nothing is better to protect yourself
in a close-range fight.
Or to knock someone out before you start a fire.
Ray comes from a cop family, right?
So maybe he has a sap as well.
Didn't you say you worked with his father in the Badlands?
Yeah. He had a sap.
Make a call.
I'll inform the mayor and the fire chief
so they don't get blindsided by this.
While you guys talk to the big fish,
I'll reach out to, uh, Skip
and see what I can get out of him.
One weapon...
two wounds.
I heard about your little investigation.
Huh.
When you said you wanted to hang out,
I figured beers would be involved.
This toy store was almost the latest casualty
of your serial arsonist.
- Really? - Yeah.
Why weren't Ray and I called?
Because we recovered a piece of the incendiary device.
Cannon fuse.
Hold on a sec. You think Ray was involved?
The idea that I'm responsible is absurd.
Oh, is it?
We found cannon fuse at a toy store fire.
Honestly, this looks more like insurance fraud
than serial arson.
Except that the owner didn't file a claim.
This looks like Jenna's turtle.
That toy store was a block away
- from where Daniel Robinson lives. - So what?
So your cannon fuse usually gave you time to escape,
only this time the alarm went off early,
and that's when Jenna Applebee saw you.
Look, did... hey!
How did you know
that Jenna had a stuffed turtle?
I logged it as evidence at the house.
No, you didn't.
I saw it burn in the fire.
So what are you saying?
You've got one of these, don't you?
You used it on Jenna, you used it on Ben,
and then you burned her house down to cover your tracks.
Then when Jenna doesn't die, you poisoned her in the hospital
- to finish her off. - Are you sure a sap was used
- in these attacks? - Oh, yeah.
Getting my sap was a big deal.
When my father retired, he gave it to me.
I don't have any kids,
so when Skip passed his level II's,
I gave it to him.
He was proud.
I was prouder.
You gave it to Skip?
Yeah.
Peter's in trouble.
I'm saying that you couldn't have known
unless you got there before me.
I think you've been pulling too many all-nighters.
Hey!
I think you've played the hero enough, don't you think?
I'm just gonna walk out of here.
I don't think so.
Drop the gun. Now.
Skip, it's over.
Drop it!
Hands on your head. You got him, partner?
Yeah.
Jenna recognized Skip from the donut spot.
Where she worked?
Yeah. Skip was a regular.
His favorite was Bavarian cream.
"Best in the city, bar none," right?
So it wasn't just the alarm that stopped her.
She saw somebody she knew coming out of here.
Skip?
- Jenna? - What's going on here?
She knew you worked for the fire department.
Just running some tests. Nothing to worry about.
You told her everything was okay.
You even offered her a ride home.
That was her mistake. She trusted you.
And I made the same mistake.
I'm sorry, Ray.
I... I'm so sorry.
Three generations of Easton men
have carried this sap, and now it's evidence?
I'll make sure it gets right back to you.
Don't bother.
Ray, you can't blame yourself.
He knew your methodology, your investigative process.
Well, fortunately he didn't know yours.
I'm gonna go fire Geraldine.
I'm sorry, Ray.
Yeah.
Yeah. Me, too.
You okay?
Do you mind if I come in
- a little late tomorrow morning? - No, not with what you've been through
this week. I'll cover for you with Kate.
Oh, maybe I should come in.
I mean, the less you two talk, the better, you know?
I have been very professional.
Semi... professional.
We've caught the man responsible for Ben's murder.
His name...
Please, don't.
I don't want that name
to be the last thing that I associate with Ben.
But thank you.
Sure.
Ms. Armstrong, I...
I know the timing couldn't be worse, but, uh,
working on Ben's case has stirred up
a lot of questions about where I come from.
You were adopted?
I don't know what your plans are
for "Families Reconnected",
but I was hoping
that you'd help me find my birth parents.
Ben wouldn't have it any other way.
You wanted to see me?
Oh, yeah. Congratulations.
Heard they, uh, arrested Skip Rakoski.
If you hadn't had my back with Bud,
we never would've found out about Skip.
That's my job.
How was the gallery opening?
Ahem. Um, honestly, not great.
I guess I can add fine art
to the list of things that don't interest Todd.
Try bowling next time.
Bowling?
The man likes stale nachos and rented shoes.
It's a mystery why we never worked out.
Okay. Well, thanks for the tip.
So... are we good?
You were right.
Your relationship with Todd is happening.
We just won't be double-dating any time soon.
No, well, that would imply
that you'd actually go on a date.
Well, maybe you could set me up with someone, like your brother.
I'll see you at the staff meeting, Dr. Hunt.
Yes, you will, Dr. Murphy.
Sync and corrected by atrn97g www.addic7ed.com