I'm Sheila Temple,
and welcome to the "Temple of Justice."
Hillary Stone was released from prison today...
Get back. Get back. after she was acquitted by judge Joan Hunt...
Move! Move! of the brutal and senseless murder
of her own 5-year-old son Simon.
And today, she's a free woman.
Free to kill again.
You guys need to back up off the car! Stay tuned.
Are you trying to create a circus atmosphere?
Rain is still in the forecast.
And it will preserve the scene if the skies open up.
Where's your better half?
Sam's in Harrisburg at a wedding.
It's really too bad.
You know how much she loves the big top.
Rain stopped at 2:00 A.M.
Jogger cutting through the site found the body at, uh...
7:30.
And how did you know that?
The sun has been up long enough to cake the dirt,
but the work shift hadn't started yet.
That puts discovery at about an hour after sunrise.
Got blood on the backhoe.
So the victim probably hit their head on it
and then fell in the hole that it dug the day before.
All right. Let's dig him up.
We don't dig, detective.
We excavate.
Oh, God.
That's Hillary Stone.
I don't think anybody's gonna want to solve this murder.
May I remind you, she was acquitted?
That doesn't make her innocent.
People saw her on that bridge,
they saw her drop the sack into the river.
Come on. You know she did it.
All I know is, someone did this.
That's my only concern.
I'm Sheila Temple from "Temple of Justice."
In a shocking turn, Hillary Stone,
who yesterday was a free woman,
is now a dead woman.
We are here at the construction site
where the body is now being uncovered.
And our chief medical examiner has just arrived on the scene.
Dr. Murphy, Dr. Murphy,
- care to comment? - No.
Not even about your choice of medical examiner?
Dr. Hunt is the best our office has.
Isn't that the same thing
that the mayor said about her mother...
Judge Joan Hunt?
This is gonna be gold. This is gonna be gold.
Oh, and here come the news choppers.
Choppers and an accused murderer under the big top...
still think this isn't a circus?
I've got lesions at the frontotemporal region.
So C.O.D. could be subdural hematoma.
There's also patterned bruising around the neck,
which raises the possibility of strangulation.
1.5 million.
What?
That's the population of our fair city.
That's how many suspects we've got.
We are now standing outside the offices
of the Philadelphia Medical Examiner.
And guess who's been tasked to examine the body.
Why, none other than Judge Joan Hunt's daughter...
Megan Hunt.
Conspiracy, conflict of interest,
maybe a little bit of both?
Stay tuned.
Ugh! Are you crazy?
You could've broken my nose.
And if I was carrying evidence or pushing a body,
you coulda just broken a case.
Actually, I just did.
That old woman that you posted... Doris Roth.
She died from complications of Crohn's.
Great. Let me see it.
Ethan, this ain't my report.
This is the "Temple of Justice" web site.
Well, I like to stay informed.
If following Sheila Temple means you informed,
I don't want to know nothin' about nothin'.
You should bone up on this case,
because it's about to become our nightmare.
Hmm.
Oh, you see. I got this.
Hey, boys, Dr. Ethan Gross.
- How you doing? - Hell no.
- Let's go... - You can back your ass
- right back in that elevator. - Oh, come on, guys. Just a couple of questions.
- Unh-unh. I got a couple of answers. - Just a couple of questions.
- I'd love to. I just... - Say it walking.
- Dr. Ethan Gross. - Move.
- Fine, fine. - I'm sorry.
Move.
You know, you're a real people person.
It's your gift.
You might want to hold on to this.
This case is gonna suck you in.
Mm-hmm.
Hillary Stone.
Chalk this up to a problem that solved itself.
What does that sign say?
"This is where I get a lecture"
"from Dr. Megan Hunt."
The... oh, I'm sorry. That's... it's...
"this is where death rejoices to teach the living."
It is never a place
where the living disparage the dead,
so keep your opinions to yourself
and focus on the facts.
Both translations seem to work.
Don't encourage him.
Now...
Yeah.
- Dr. Gross. - Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Light, patterned abrasions on the right side of her face,
cheek and orbit.
Which means the killer might have worn gloves
when he hit her.
A theory supported by
the indistinct hand impressions on her neck.
Hmm.
Contusions on the posterior lower back,
bilaterally, and...
she has a 6-inch laceration on her left calf.
Looks like there's trace.
Get a sample and take it to the lab.
And get them to process a sexual assault kit.
We have a tear.
Beaten down and possibly raped.
Somebody really had their way with her.
You don't know the half of it.
She had dirt underneath her eyelids. So?
So that means she was blinking.
Hillary Stone
was buried alive.
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The world's waiting on your determination.
Oh, great. You know how much I love publicity.
Want me to take it?
Additional findings support the theory
that Hillary was beaten and then buried alive.
The only thing she doesn't have
are defensive wounds.
It just freaks me out
that this hand ended a 5 year old's life.
Alright, Dr. Gross, since you are so fascinated
by this case,
I would like you to section all of the organs
and then write up the autopsy report.
Get to know Hillary better.
- Trust me. I know her. - No, you do not.
You only know what's been said about her.
This is Hillary.
All right. Can we release cause of death?
My preliminary determination is asphyxiation
contributed by agonal aspiration of gastric contents and dirt.
Isn't Bud supposed to be present for this?
Yeah, he's heading downstairs. Hillary's mother's here.
Ruth Stone has just arrived
to identify the body of her dead daughter.
Philly P.D.
Make a path!
I'm not gonna say it twice!
You all right?
They slashed my tires, cracked my windshield,
egged my house.
Lord knows what they're gonna do to me.
Well, they'll have to go through me.
- Mrs. Stone. - Come on.
Mrs. Stone, are you finally ready to break your silence?
Please don't.
Well, what are you feeling right now, Mrs. Stone,
grief or relief?
We are so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Stone.
May I see her?
No. I'm... I'm afraid that's not possible
while the case is ongoing, but soon.
Do you have any idea
where your daughter may have gone
after her release yesterday morning?
We were supposed to get together...
uh, on the weekend.
We hoped that the hubbub would've died down.
Hil had a hard life.
She was always a little bit wild
but sweet
and joyous.
Then she... entered high school
and she met Craig.
He got her pregnant
and led her down the wrong path.
I'm sure that you did the very best you could.
But sometimes, holding them close
creates more of a distance.
I thought when my beautiful grandson Simon was born,
maybe that would've grounded her.
Now they're both gone.
What's she doing here?
Uh, that is my mother.
Your mother must be very proud
to have such an accomplished daughter.
Please know that I care about justice for Hillary
just as much as she did.
If you'll excuse me?
Have you read the paper today?
I've had enough of the media, thank you.
Well, they wrote an op-ed about me,
and it is not flattering.
Mother, everybody knows you handled that case impeccably.
Well, as usual, you've missed the point.
I came here to forbid you to talk to the press,
either on your behalf or to defend me.
My election is tomorrow, and this case is poison.
Oh, my God. Just write a rebuttal.
Get ahead of it.
That's exactly why I'm here,
because you think that's a good idea.
No talking, no press.
Okay?
Got it.
Always a pleasure, Joan.
Judge Joan's
bungling of the case
left Hillary a free woman.
Well, citizens of Philadelphia,
let's give her a little brotherly payback.
- Her reelection's up... - Your mom's taking a bath.
I'm sure her opponent's thrilled.
She doesn't have one.
Huh?
It is a yea or nay vote
whether to reconfirm her for another ten years.
So she could lose to nobody?
Isn't there something you should be doing?
Oh, finished sectioning.
Uh, the organs are bagged and back in the body.
I'm just waiting for the lab to e-mail me
the, uh, sexual assault results.
In the break room?
Welcome to generation "I."
I mean, here I am, out of the office,
still connected.
Why does everybody keep doing that?
Oh, look, you got them five minutes ago.
And they are positive. What the hell, Ethan?
I'm s... s... I'm sorry.
No, you're not.
Okay, well, maybe I'm not.
Hillary Stone killed her little boy.
She then put him in a sack and dumped him in the river.
Now I know I'm not supposed to let
my personal feelings seep in,
but... it took a year
for them to try to get justice for Simon,
and then it didn't happen.
So what's another five minutes?
You may feel that way,
- but get over it. - Why?
Because we don't pay you to waste my time.
- So I'll call Bud. - No, you will not.
I'll do it.
I got Hillary's tox results.
I dug around into her personal history.
Do you know, when she was 7,
the police found her next to her mother's unconscious body?
Her father's fists were so swollen,
he couldn't turn the knob to let the cops in.
Abuse does terrible things to people.
Yeah, and 99% of them channel their damage in other ways.
But they're still damaged, Kate, which is probably why
we found booze and Diazepam in her system.
That explains why she didn't fight back.
This whole case just breaks my heart.
Listen, Kojak.
I done it to that wraith.
First of all, my name is detective Morris.
And second of all, no, you didn't.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
I took that bitch down.
I don't know why you ain't listening to me.
Maybe because most killers don't voluntarily confess,
you know?
Well, it's my conscience. It's killing me.
Detective Morris...
Oh, no, no. You got this one.
Every nut job in the city
wants credit for offing Hillary.
Yeah, except for the actual killer.
Yeah.
Sexual assault results came back positive
on Craig Bena.
Ooh, the ex. Uh, I'll rustle up an address.
Sadly, I saw a minute of "Temple of Justice" last night.
He's on her show today.
Please, help me find the killer.
They're my family.
And they've been taken away from me.
And the killer is still out there.
What if the same person got both of them?
What if I'm next?
- Just wait right there. - Thank you.
Uh...
someone has to do something.
So please...
please...
if you know anything...
Uh, Craig, here you go.
You accused the media
of vilifying you,
yet, here you are on my show,
begging for sympathy over Hillary's death.
You invited me.
Oh, apples and oranges, Craig.
Who accepted the offer, huh?
Well, let's ask the pros.
Randy, can I have the mic?
Thank you.
Here is a man some of you may remember
as gallantly protecting Hillary's mother this morning,
one of Philadelphia's finest.
And then we have Dr. Megan Hunt,
daughter of the judge
who helped create this mess in the first place.
What have you to say for yourself?
You missed a spot.
Every bit as charming as her mother.
We'll be right back.
- Ronnie, thank you. - And we're clear.
All right.
So...
are you here to finally give me the interview
your mother wouldn't?
Right.
Well, whenever you're ready, you know where to find me.
Mm. Under a rock.
And until then, I think I'll just get back to my guest.
Actually, uh, this interview is over.
What? Why?
Because it's our turn to talk to the killer.
I am impressed.
Take to the airwaves, profess your innocence,
throw the guilt out there somewhere,
except everybody knows that...
you know that Hillary killed your son.
That is not true.
Hillary's mom certainly thinks so,
says you're the reason she went down the wrong path.
Yeah, and she always had it out for me,
hated that I actually made her daughter happy.
Do you think that, uh,
Mrs. Stone knows about yesterday?
Because we certainly know you had sex with Hillary.
Care to tell us how that...
came to pass, Craig?
The day she got released,
she showed up at my place,
had a few drinks,
and then we made love.
Love?
Well, this...
doesn't look...
like love to me.
Those marks look like your hands around her neck.
Hil liked it a little rough.
Buried alive kind of rough?
I didn't kill her.
Afterwards, we both fell asleep.
When I woke up, she was gone.
Y... you want me to believe
that she just showed up,
had her way with you, and then just disappeared?
Yes. That was life with Hil.
I know it sounds crazy.
It does.
What little I've gleaned
from your legendary teaching methods,
I know that only oxygen deprivation
can cause darkened cells like that.
Did I teach you that?
Mm.
Hmm.
And, yes, the anoxic brain damage
certainly supports asphyxiation.
But you're looking for bigger answers, aren't you?
Not the cause of death, but the cause of life.
Well, everyone says Hillary was such a monster,
that she did all these horrible things
without any bit of remorse.
Even if that is true,
maybe there's something identifiable in the brain.
Sometimes crazy is just crazy.
- It's just in the genes. - I cannot accept that.
I have the result from the trace on Hillary's leg.
It's a polyepoxide copolymer
with a hint of...
wait for it...
triethylenetetramine.
That's a resin that's used as a sealant
around the windows on boats.
- Did I teach you that, too? - No, believe it or not, my dad did.
Well, get yourself to the marina, skipper,
because there's one about a mile from the crime scene.
S... skipper.
Go to work.
Yes.
And why exactly have I met you here?
The cut on Hillary's leg is probably from
her being put through a boat window,
so if we find a broken one, we could possibly find the killer.
- Okay. - Are you the cop from TV?
Oh, yes, ladies, this is him, in the flesh.
I told you it was him.
You totally protected that old lady in her car,
even though she raised that psycho.
Are you looking for the killer?
Girls, best just let us do our jobs.
- Okay? - Okay.
Tweet you later.
Bud Morris, you're a superhero.
Notoriety's a double-edged sword, my friend.
Take that old lady who raised her psycho daughter
and grandson
and had both of them taken away.
What's she left with...
slashed tires, egg on her house?
A mother's love turns into a public's hate.
Hey.
You think I killed Hillary?
You're a prison guard.
I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt,
but from where I sit, it looks pretty bad, Ms. Raymond.
Look, we bonded during her trial.
That girl... she was innocent.
So I told her, if she needed a safe haven,
she could find it on my boat.
Well, it worked like gangbusters.
And then what happened?
Two days ago, Hillary shows up.
I'm headed off to work.
She's messed up,
definitely drunk.
- Mm-hmm. - So I gave her a couple of sedatives.
I locked her in.
I... I love your concept of safe haven.
It sounds exactly like jail.
It was for her own good.
I didn't want her wandering off,
finding herself in harm's way.
She must have woke up and freaked out.
You drugged her and you locked her in.
What did you think was gonna happen?
Come on.
Me and you, we... we're on the same team.
Can't we just see eye to eye?
Are you kidding?
We're processing your boat as we speak.
I'm still trying to figure out Hillary's actions
on the day of her release.
She gets out, goes to see her ex-boyfriend,
has sex with him,
and then comes here.
Why?
Combo lock.
It means that Hillary couldn't get out,
but anyone who had the number could enter.
Well, I bet somebody did, otherwise, why would you
kick out a window with your bare feet?
Okay, I've got what looks like epithelials.
Collect, label, and let's get out of this dump.
You know what?
My dad would've loved to own a boat like this.
- Really? - Yeah.
He really couldn't afford to have another kid.
I was adopted because he really wanted a boy.
Some people are meant to be parents.
This case is really bothering you, huh?
The one that bothers me
is the one we didn't get to investigate.
So the info about the boat is out there,
on Twitter, as a matter of fact,
with a hunky picture of Bud attached.
And the media is now trying to align you with your mother,
which is doing this office no favors.
Sheila Temple's right outside, waiting for us to trip up.
Uh, I may have something.
Uh, the flakes on the pillowcase contain sebaceous secretions
of malassezia furfur
and tragacanth.
Dandruff.
Something that Hillary did not have.
Maybe Tanya does.
No, she doesn't.
Just came from holding
where I personally checked myself.
We may have her on unlawfully restraining Hillary,
but we don't have her on flaky scalp.
So who else was on that boat?
I'll be right back.
Bless you, Amanda,
- and thank you for watching. - Thank you.
All right? And good luck.
Mm-hmm, and thank you for coming by.
We'll be here all day.
Ms. Temple.
Oh, are you finally ready for your interview?
Uh, no, no, I would just like a moment in private, please.
Well, whatever you say to me, you can say to my public.
Are you rolling?
Ladies and gentlemen,
the interview that only I could score.
Dr. Megan Hunt... a name which may ring a bell...
because she shares it with the woman
who let Hillary go free.
My mother adjudicated without bias or error.
Oh, come on.
Including suppressing the bag
that was found near poor little Simon's body,
which had Hillary's D.N.A. on it?
Wait. You mean the bag that the prosecution
failed to disclose, then lost, then found again?
Judge Hunt did her job,
just as I am doing mine.
Well, I'm sure that brings us all a great degree of comfort.
There has been a major break in the case.
Evidence has been found linking someone
to the disappearance of Hillary Stone
and possibly her murder.
You heard it here first. Who is it?
You.
Cut.
What is this, some kind of publicity stunt?
Oh, we don't need theatrics, Ms. Temple,
because we actually have evidence to back up our claims.
Like what?
You have eczema,
which your makeup guy tried to cover,
but, mm, really didn't do a very good job.
And because of that, you have to use natural hair spray
like naturecoat,
which contains tragacanth,
flakes of which we found on Tanya Raymond's boat.
A lot of people use natural hairspray, Sherlock.
I would be very happy
to scrape your scalp to confirm.
You see, Ms. Temple,
we don't take callers or commercial breaks...
just confessions.
I had seen the shaky evidence against Hillary.
I knew the case would never make,
but I also knew that Hillary
would never grant me an interview when she got out.
So you paid her prison guard to get close to her,
gain her trust.
That's really classy.
I offered incentives in exchange
for drawing Hillary in.
Imagine my delight when Tanya called me
on the very day of Hillary's release.
We showed up at the boat with the cameras rolling,
burst in.
Al Capone's vault.
I'm gonna need to see that footage, Ms. Temple.
It is your alibi.
Fine.
Oh, my goodness.
The polls are open.
My condolences to your mother's career.
Wow. Big turnout.
I see you didn't take my advice.
You appeared on that show yesterday
and again this morning, stumping for me.
Both times, case related.
That's always your excuse, isn't it?
Well, you just added fuel to the fire.
Mother, you of all people should understand
that I want justice for Hillary.
Well, welcome to my world, darling.
The court of public opinion convenes and convicts
before charges are brought.
You gotta be kidding me.
You really working that "woe is me" angle?
Do I know you?
No, but I know you.
You put killers back on the street.
I got kids. I'd like them to be able to walk around
without fearing for their lives.
Okay, come on, mom.
No. No, Megan.
No hooligan is gonna scare me off.
You're going down,
just like that bitch you set free.
Behind this door
lies an unsuspecting Hillary Stone.
Well, Hillary, get ready...
for last call.
It is time to face the...
Oh, for the love of Pete.
She must have gone out the window.
Well, cut, cut, cut.
I am so tired of this sugar!
- You happy? - No.
I'd like to see everything you shot, please.
My first amendment rights...
Okay, you say first amendment. I say obstruction of justice.
The judge will say contempt of court.
How long you gonna spend in jail?
Well, you heard him, Mr. man. Scoot.
Yes, ma'am.
I used to watch you, you know,
back when you were a real journalist.
Oh, past tense? Ouch.
What happened?
Success.
Bigger cases.
You see it, too, detective.
What we do isn't all that different.
Mm.
You're really gonna try that line on me?
You hate me, don't you?
No comment.
Well, off the record...
I don't totally love
who I've become either.
Go back to journalism.
We could use you.
What's stopping you?
All cued up to the crime scene, Ms. Temple.
And here are your glasses.
Thank you, Ronnie.
Uh, actually, it's... it's Dan.
But you're welcome, Ms. Temple.
Darren, what are you doing?
I swear to God, the body's over there.
If you do not get me a shot of that body,
you're gonna be back shooting bar mitzvahs next week.
Could you stop it right there, please?
Well, I'll be damned.
He was there before the story broke.
I told you, I did her. I want credit for it.
Walk me through what happened.
Uh, it's... it's, like, dusk.
I'm cutting through the site on my way over to...
it don't matter where.
I see this chick. She's kinda hot.
Looks lost.
Holy crap, it's that baby-killing skank.
So I took her down.
How? You hit her, kick her, what?
Kicked her first.
Where?
The left, on her left side.
And she bounced off that backhoe.
And then?
And then what?
She lay in the hole
and dies like the dog that she was.
That's all I'm saying.
Let's go.
Gotta say, his story holds up.
His story is just what the media's been reporting.
Ah, but that's why I asked about the kick.
Your preliminary autopsy report said that there was
a kidney puncture and bruising on the left.
The media doesn't have that detail.
Since when do you read the prelims?
It may surprise you to know, but always.
Are you sure it was the left side?
I know your reports better than you do?
I didn't write it.
That doesn't sound like you.
You're right. It doesn't.
Contusions and lacerations on the left kidney,
just like Victor said.
Something's not right.
What, like you being wrong for once?
I am never wrong.
The body is always right.
And I just don't know Hillary as well as I should.
Left kidney,
right kidney.
Left's got the puncture.
Yes, but the rib is fractured on the right.
Call Ethan.
Why?
Because I'm gonna kill him.
What's up, guys?
I'm missing the last frame of league night.
Tell me, Dr. Gross...
Is it possible for a rib
to jump across the body
and lacerate the opposite kidney?
What? No.
Then please explain
your findings in the autopsy report...
mislabeled organs, misattributed injuries,
and possibly, the entire case compromised.
Uh...
Uh-oh.
Left side triangles,
right side squares...
you cut them into different shapes
so you do not make rookie mistakes,
which you did!
I'm... I'm... I'm really sorry. I'm gonna fix this...
No, you will not touch a thing!
I am sick of your damn attitude, your disrespect towards me,
and especially, your disrespect towards Hillary.
Dr. Gross...
come with me.
Please find a tech
and pull Hillary's body out of the drawer.
Thanks. I thought I was about to end up on a table.
Still with the jokes, really?
You know, Megan had every right to rip your head off.
What you did is either sabotage, incompetence,
or at the very least, negligence.
D... it was one mistake.
On a case
where you have made your opinion abundantly known.
Dr. Murphy, I'm so...
You know what, Ethan?
This is a big city. We're gonna catch big cases.
If you can't handle this kind of thing,
I can recommend a few fellowship programs in Allegheny County.
No, no, no. I love it here. It... I...
look, I don't know what it was...
the... the media, the pressure, I just...
I took my eye off the ball.
Lame excuses aren't really helping.
Okay. You're right. I...
I hate this woman.
I hate that we have to put somebody in jail for this.
So you think, sometimes, it's okay to kill?
Well, no, but she...
she...
No, I don't.
I don't.
I'm gonna go apologize to Dr. Hunt.
No, Ethan, you're gonna take the night,
clear your head, and we will see you in the morning.
What about you?
You think Hillary Stone killed her son?
Yeah, I do.
And it doesn't matter.
We'll see you in the morning.
Oh, damn it.
So you've heard?
I am so sorry.
I came to tell you myself,
but I... I guess I'm going to have to learn
that the media beats you every time.
You okay?
How does the Internet say I'm dealing with it?
Mother, come on.
I never imagined that an entire career
could be... undone
by two days of bad press.
Frankly, I'm...
I'm shell-shocked.
Mom...
Uh, Hillary's ready for you.
You said it yourself... I did my job.
Now you go do yours.
I'm really sorry about your mom.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
My mother's tough, so I'm tough.
It's all in the genes, remember?
Ah, there's one.
Two.
Left kidney,
no presenting damage,
consistent with my original findings.
Right...
lacerated and contused.
So Victor didn't do it.
He was just looking for a little fame.
And you were right, as usual.
No, I wasn't.
There is a perinephric hematoma
around the vasculature that I missed before.
But a rib can't do that, can it?
No, it can't.
This is usually caused by a dramatic change in momentum.
Like her fall out the boat window.
No, it would take more force than that.
Probably all of the injuries on her left side
are from the fall
and on the right...
the broken jaw, the rib,
the lacerated kidney...
that comes from some kind of rapid deceleration.
Okay, so?
So this is the missing piece of the puzzle.
Hillary didn't walk to the construction site.
She caught a ride with her killer.
We finally know the timeline of Hillary's last day.
After she was released, she went to see her ex-boyfriend Craig.
Who she slept with,
and then for reasons unknown, left to go to Tanya's,
where she was taken prisoner, drugged, escaped,
and then someone, possibly a stranger...
Or Craig...
Or Craig drove her to the construction site,
stopping suddenly enough to send her into the dash.
Which is most likely the patterned impression
we found on her jaw.
She was then dragged into a predug hole,
which became her grave.
Then we need to find that driver.
Ethan.
Dr. Gross, back in the house.
Dr. Hunt, I...
I apologize
for my earlier transgressions.
Let's find this tool.
Knowing we're looking for a vehicle,
I focused on the tread marks
from Peter's photos of the crime scene.
Now after, uh, examining Hillary's momentum injuries,
I discovered that she had been traveling
at about 35 miles per hour.
So you're looking for a short skid.
I found one.
Two sets of tires, short skid.
Could be the killer's car.
They're clean, unbroken.
It means the car didn't have antilock brakes.
One problem... skid marks don't give tire tread.
You have a shot just past the marks?
Right there. That's the car driving away,
and those are the treads.
Hey, Ethan. Zoom in.
Enhance.
No, something's wrong.
One is very different from the other three.
Now why would that be?
I might know.
This model doesn't have antilock brakes.
This tire's different.
After it got slashed,
she probably got the cheapest replacement.
Detective Morris, Dr. Hunt?
I... I wasn't expecting you, was I?
I think maybe you were, Mrs. Stone.
You drove Hillary to the construction site.
Your tire treads will place you there.
You didn't come by the morgue
to I.D. your daughter, did you?
You came to see her body
after what you'd done.
May I see her now?
No.
I'm sorry. Not under these circumstances.
I'm gonna need to place you under arrest, Mrs. Stone.
Please let me see her.
If you do, I'll tell you everything.
The day she was released, she called me in a panic.
I picked her up at the marina,
and I was driving her home.
She told me about her day.
I couldn't... couldn't understand
why... why she didn't stay with Craig.
Why?
Then she said...
she didn't want to be with Craig.
She just wanted to sleep with him
to have another baby.
That's what you said, isn't it, honey?
That you wanted to get it right next time?
And at that moment,
I knew...
she'd killed Simon.
I must have...
slammed on the brakes.
Hillary... flew into the dashboard,
and...
and I reached out to...
to see if she was okay.
She looked at me.
She jumped out of the car and...
she was running away, and...
I tried to stop her, but...
she tripped and...
she hit her head.
And when I got to her, she was...
lying in that hole.
You weren't moving, honey.
And so I covered you.
We...
I wanted peace for you.
I'm so sorry, baby girl.
I'm so sorry.
It's over now.
It's over.
Oh, my baby.
Ohh.
Yet another shocking turn
in the Stone family murders,
as grandmother and mother to the victims
is arrested in connection with the death
of acquitted killer Hillary Stone.
The very woman who sat behind her every day in court...
- Poor woman. - now sits behind bars...
We're gonna have to put her through the system
just like her daughter.
I've been doing this job for many years, people,
but today is different.
I've had a real wakeup call.
I may have made missteps...
professionally...
and personally.
I think I got through to her at least.
So...
I've taken a moment to reflect.
You may be right.
And I've realized
that I am disgusted
with the likes of Trent Wilcoe,
who set his wife on fire...
just because she burnt his roast.
Reality check, people.
I'm not the bad guy. He is.
So join us next week for the trial of the century.
I fell for it just like everybody else.
Until then, goodnight and be good.
I called your office.
They said you were taking a personal day?
I recused myself from the bench
effective immediately.
Nobody wants a lame-duck judge.
Mother, I... I am...
I'm really sorry
if anything I said or... or... or did
caused you to...
No apology necessary.
I'm making jam.
You are making jam.
Yeah, well, no time like the present.
After all, I need a new career.
Mom...
you remember that accident that we had?
When I was about Lacey's age,
you were driving me to swim practice,
and you skidded on that patch of wet leaves.
Yeah, I hurt my knee
because I rear-ended that pickup truck.
Yeah, but I was okay
because you did that thing
that you do with your arm...
reach out and protect me.
Do you know you did that yesterday
when you stood up to that idiot?
- I did? - Yeah.
You mean I still have some maternal instincts?
Nothing stronger.
Well, now there... there may be.
What, jam?
It's mostly bourbon.
Oh, my God.
Whoa.
It's good.
I know. I've had it all day.
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