Previously on "Body Of Proof"...
Welcome back.
You will be working with a new homicide team.
Try to start off on the right foot this time.
- Megan. - Tommy.
You have five seconds to tell me what you're doing here.
There was an opening. I took it.
Whatever you thought was gonna happen between us,
it's not.
(Megan) They're combat veterans.
We've got a serial killer targeting veterans.
All five men had their spleens removed surgically.
So you're saying our killer's a plastic surgeon.
Do you work for Dr. Wallace?
I'm his chief nurse.
Yvonne, what's going on?
I just handed you a guy with means, motive,
and you're letting him go.
Mr. Simmons, we know this guy's targeting veterans.
You're name is on a list.
Just put me in front of the son of a bitch.
I'll show you what a vet can do.
Megan, I know where your killer is.
This guy's gonna bleed out if I don't close him up.
It's Karl Simmons.
Don't you dare die on me.
It's over, doc. You don't understand. They made me do it.
I didn't want to help them. I had to.
The police got their man.
You performed lifesaving emergency surgery.
What else could be happening?
Their spleens were removed so something else
could be put in their place.
There's no way one person could run those machines
and perform surgery at the same time.
For once in your life, don't overthink this.
(Tires squeal)
Ah! No!
(Cries)
You won't feel a thing.
- Who's that? - Dr. Wallace's last victim.
(Muffled voice) No!
What the...
A bomb?
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
(Instrument clatters)
(Ring)
(Snaps glove)
Hey, lace.
(Distorted male voice) Dr. Hunt?
Who is this?
You stuck your nose...
(Normal voice) where it doesn't belong.
Now I have your daughter.
(Distorted male voice) And you're gonna do
exactly what I say, or else she dies.
(Beeps)
(Snaps)
Ow!
Lacey. Mom!
Lacey, are you all right? Talk to me. I'm okay.
I-I don't know where I am.
(Snaps, beeps) Enough.
Who are you? Why are you doing this?
I'm gonna ask you questions,
and you're gonna tell me the truth.
Do you understand, yes or no?
Yes.
You found what was implanted in the body.
Yes.
And you know why those men were killed?
Please, my daughter. She...
tell me, Dr. Hunt.
The... the men, they... they were...
they were Guinea pigs to perfect implanting the bomb.
Does anyone else know?
No. No, it... it... it didn't turn up on the X-rays.
Th-that's the point, isn't it?
You're gonna remove the device from the body.
I'm sending a signal to deactivate it now.
(Beeps)
Now you're gonna
bring it to me.
Please, my daughter... my daughter...
she has an insulin pump.
It needs to be refilled in a couple of hours.
Sooner if she's under stress.
Well, do what I say,
and I'll release her.
But if anyone finds out about me, she dies.
Are we clear?
Yes, but you need to realize,
the police know that somebody else
was helping Dr. Wallace with the operation.
And how do they know that,
because you told them?
I...
How unfortunate. (Beeps)
No, wait. Please. No, stop.
You okay?
(Gasps)
What's going on, Megan?
Just... it's personal.
Are you sure you're not taking on too much too fast?
Just get out.
Leave me alone.
Mind your own business.
Go.
(Sighs)
(Inhales deeply)
(Exhales)
(Woman) Early this morning,
Philadelphia police launched a daring raid
to apprehend Dr. Harvey Wallace,
a man suspected of at least six serial murders.
Wallace was killed in the operation,
but police managed to save the life of his next victim,
army staff sergeant Karl Simmons,
a veteran of the war in Afghanistan.
(Telephone rings, button clicks) Kate Murphy.
I just had an unpleasant phone call
from the FBI
about the Wallace case.
What's the problem, that we solved it without 'em?
They feel like we've
shut them out of the investigation,
so now they're going to go over everything
with a fine-tooth comb.
Okay. My point is
that we need to make sure we have all the loose ends tied up,
for your sake.
My sake?
You took the victory lap on this,
gave your press conference.
If this case blows up,
you're the one who's going to get hurt,
and neither of us wants that. (Cell phone chirps)
I have to take this call. Keep me posted.
(Dial tone drones)
(Clicks button)
Did Megan finish the autopsy on Wallace's last victim?
No, and she's out of her mind.
Ripped my head off when I looked in.
Something's up with her.
What?
When do you think you'll be done with your autopsy?
Depends on how many people barge in and disturb me.
I know you had some concerns about the Wallace case.
I just want to make sure I didn't
unfairly dismiss them.
You weren't. We're fine.
So what about your theory that Wallace
was implanting something into the victims?
It's a theory.
So you have another explanation for the surgical mesh
you found in the bodies?
My explanation is that Wallace was insane,
and we can't begin to understand why he did what he did.
What?
I have never known you
to turn your back on an unanswered question, ever.
Maybe I'm learning from you.
Excuse me? Couple of hours ago,
all you cared about was your press conference,
and now all of a sudden, you're worried about doing your job?
What happened?
Did somebody tell you you should cover your ass?
I resent that. Good.
(Cell phone rings)
Dr. Murphy.
Yes.
Okay, where?
All right. I'll send a team right out.
Thanks. (Beeps)
Police are calling for an M.E.
Homicide in Greenbury park.
Take Ethan. I'll handle the autopsy from here.
That's my case.
Not anymore. I need to make sure it's done right.
(Police radio chatter)
This one's rough.
Victim's just a kid... 15, 16 years old,
a Caucasian female.
(Distorted male voice) Do exactly what I say
or else she dies.
Ow!
You got a name?
We're waiting for you to examine the body.
(Radio chatter continues)
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Body Of Proof 3x02 - Abducted - Part 2 Original air date February 26, 2013
Sync and corrections by atrn97g for www.addic7ed.com
(People speaking indistinctly)
You okay?
Turn her over.
But I haven't done the G.S.R. kit.
Just do it.
(Snaps glove)
(Exhales)
Makes you hope there's a special place in hell
for somebody who could do this.
Wait a second.
I've seen her before.
She's in a picture in Dr. Wallace's office.
This his daughter?
Yeah. Alyssa Wallace.
(Adam) Detective Sullivan,
they found tire tracks further back.
Congratulations.
I'll call the commissioner.
This kid's impressed with everything he does.
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
You are sick. She was a child.
(Distorted male voice) I see you found Dr. Wallace's daughter.
(Normal voice) That was for your benefit,
so you know I'm serious.
Do you have the device?
Yes.
There's a parking structure at McKinnon and Third.
Go to the top floor. You'll get further instructions then.
No. I can't do it now. I need more time.
Not acceptable.
Well, you shouldn't have killed her then.
If I leave now, people are gonna get suspicious.
I can do it by 8:00.
Be there at 7:00.
(Beeps)
(Jet engines roaring)
(Voice breaking) Why are you doing this?
For my husband.
What does that mean?
There was never anyone else for me.
He was the love of my life since the day we met.
He served his country... three tours in Afghanistan.
He was a hero.
And then he came home.
And he needed help.
I don't understand.
He killed himself
because no one gave a damn.
So everything that we talked about,
our... our plans and having a family...
none of it was ever going to happen.
He lost his life.
And I lost everything.
But his sacrifice won't be forgotten.
Killing people isn't going to bring your husband back.
No.
It won't.
But it's the only way anything ever gets done.
(Man shouts indistinctly)
The liver's still warm.
She was likely killed in the last three hours...
Which is after her father died.
No, there's someone else involved in this.
You are not going to repeat that to anyone,
including the police.
Why?
I don't have time to explain.
Just tell me you're gonna do it, Ethan.
Please, for me.
Dr. Hunt...
(Tommy) So what do you got?
Looks like she was killed late last night.
Really?
Yeah.
Uh, her father probably dumped her here
right before you caught up with him.
You think it was Wallace that killed her?
It's a likely scenario.
(Adam) Really?
Because all Wallace's victims were adult males,
he never shot any of them,
and, uh, why kill his own daughter?
Well, maybe he realized that we were zeroing in on him.
But then what do I know? I'm just an M.E.
I'll leave the deep thinking to you.
Get her back A.S.A.P.
Talk to you later.
Is she always that emasculating?
Yeah.
She's never actually lied to me before, though.
Thank you.
You gonna tell me what's going on?
What's important is finding out
who killed that girl and where.
And you don't think the best way to do that
is with the help of the police? Go back with the van.
Make sure that you do the external exam.
Run blood for tox, get scrapings and trace,
and then do a sexual assault kit, stat.
Wait. Where are you going?
To talk to the only man alive
who might know who killed that girl.
(Man) Philadelphia Police undertook a daring raid
at the port of Philadelphia earlier today,
bringing to a close an intense 48-hour manhunt
for a suspected killer of five local-area veterans...
Mr. Simmons, I'm Dr. Hunt.
Hunt? You're... you're the one that saved my life last night?
I-it wasn't just me, and I'm not here for gratitude.
I'm here for information.
Okay.
It turns out that Dr. Wallace was not working alone.
There was somebody else involved,
somebody who was forcing him to operate on those victims.
I need to find this person.
Another life is at stake.
I'm sorry, ma'am,
but if you're asking me if I saw anyone,
the answer's no.
Are you sure?
Please try to remember something, anything.
What about when you were abducted,
uh, being prepped for surgery?
Last thing I remember,
someone was sticking a needle in me from behind.
And the next thing, I-I was waking up here.
Are you sure?
Anything, please.
I'll keep trying, I swear.
A-and if there's anything else I can do to repay you...
No, just...
Keep this between us, please.
(Cell phone rings)
You have my word.
(Lowered voice) Tell me you found something.
(Ethan) Haven't found
any foreign D.N.A. yet,
but there is some cellulose trace
under Alyssa's fingernail.
Cellulose? It could be anything
derived from plants, fabric, paper, building materials...
yeah, I know what it is.
Can the lab narrow it down?
They're doing scanning electron micrographs.
It's gonna take three hours.
(Sighs) That's too late.
For what?
Just go back to the body and find something.
Look, if you want me to ask Kate or Curtis to take a look...
No. I want you to do it. Just do it. (Beeps)
(Sighs)
(People speaking indistinctly)
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
Tommy, I just... I was just, um,
checking in on Karl Simmons.
He's still... feeling the anesthesia
so I wouldn't interrogate him just yet.
Mm. Actually, I came here to talk to you.
How'd you know I'd be here?
I followed you.
You followed me?
First you move to Philadelphia, now you're following...
what, you... that's what a stalker does.
Megan, you can go on the offensive
with anybody else...
this is just not gonna work.
I'm here because you lied to me.
Look, I've been a cop for 20 years.
I could tell that girl died recently.
There's no way her father killed her.
What, you're a doctor now?
Time of death is caused by many factors...
Megan, stop it, all right? Of which you know nothing about!
Megan, shut up!
I heard you talking to Karl Simmons.
I heard you on the phone.
You know there's another killer out there.
Now you gotta tell me the truth, 'cause though I probably got
more patience for you than any other man in the world,
right now I'm running out of it.
(Lowered voice) Do not touch me!
Megan, talk to me.
Don't make me take this upstairs.
You do that,
they kill my daughter.
What?
(Voice breaking) Can you just walk away?
Please, for my sake, just leave it alone.
I can't.
(People speaking indistinctly)
Whoever is behind this forced Wallace
to implant the bomb in the the six victims
by kidnapping his daughter,
just like they took Lacey.
Almost no metal.
It's not gonna show up on a strip search.
You almost gotta assume
this is about getting through airport security.
They want to blow up a plane. Yeah.
And if I don't give it back to them,
they kill my daughter.
If I do...
God knows how many people they're gonna kill.
What were you going to do?
(Sighs)
I've been trying to find the killer...
So I don't have to answer that question.
That's always been your problem.
What is?
Thinking you can do everything on your own.
I didn't have a choice.
Well, you do now.
I'm not gonna let whoever's behind this
blow up a planeload of people,
but I'm not gonna let 'em do anything
to your daughter, either.
How?
No, I should be done about 8:00.
Yeah, so I was thinking, uh, maybe Sushi,
uh, that club on 11th later.
Yeah, listen... Hey.
Adam's not gonna make it tonight. Maybe another time.
Yo, this is not a joke... you think that was funny?
Hello. Hello. Hel...
Do you know who you just hung up on?
A lingerie model. That's right, a lingerie model.
(Clicking keypad buttons) This is her last night in town
before she moves to Rio to teach a class in pole dancing.
I need your help.
Okay.
(Whirring)
(Door closes)
Whoa. What is that?
It's a bomb. Any luck?
There's two different liquids in separate chambers
which explode when mixed.
I'm betting this cloudy solution here
contains the potassium-rich compound
which we found in all of our victims' blood work.
I'm diluting it out with saline.
It should keep it from ever detonating.
Uh, wait. You're... you're serious?
That's actually a bomb?
I need you to put a team together right away...
cops we can trust, work off book, no questions asked.
For what?
We're gonna follow Megan to a rendezvous where she's
gonna meet the real killer of those six men.
We can't get too close
or they're going to kill Megan's daughter.
What?
We can't let 'em get too far away
'cause they have plans to blow up a plane.
Uh...
Make the calls.
I'll fill you in on the details once we're on the move.
Can you trust him?
Well, every idea he has is a stroke of genius,
he doesn't know when to shut up,
and in general, he's a huge pain in the ass,
but he's my partner.
You didn't answer the question.
I trust him with my life.
All right. (Exhales deeply)
Now this is our best and only chance at getting Lacey back
and netting the suspects,
but there's a lot that could go wrong here
for you and your daughter.
I mean, you're basically...
(Beeping) Risking your life on the word of a murderer
that they'll give her back.
For all we know, Lacey could still be...
she's alive, Tommy. I know she is.
(Radio clicks)
There's no change here. Status?
(Man) Quad one, no change.
(Man) Quad two, nothing here.
(Man) Quad three, same.
(Man) Quad four, same.
All right. Remember it's critical you stay out of sight.
(Beep)
You know I'm here for you, right?
Uh-huh.
I just want to make sure you realize what could happen.
If we lose the suspect,
they blow up a plane,
you and I will face criminal charges.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
No, my point is,
you're really going out on a limb for this woman.
So is she or isn't she why you moved to Philly?
I-I'm thinking maybe I deserve an answer,
you know, considering the circumstances.
(Cell phone chimes)
(Tommy) She's moving.
(Adam) All right. (Radio clicks)
It looks like the suspect made contact.
Dr. Hunt is moving into the structure.
(Click)
(Tommy) She's moving out of sight.
No, I got her.
She's in the stairwell.
(Elevator bell dings)
(Ball bounces echo)
(Chimes)
Got her.
All right.
(Tires squeal)
It looks like we're on. (Radio clicks)
White late-model van, tinted windows.
I'm trying to get a plate. (Click)
Can you see her?
No.
Karl. Dr. Hunt.
(Clicking) Ah!
(Thuds)
(Tires squeal)
Come on.
(Tires squeal)
(Footsteps approach)
Where's Dr. Hunt?
I-I don't... I don't know. Why?
Because she knew I wanted to be updated
on any developments in the Wallace case.
So why didn't she or... (Laughs)
For that matter, you... Hmm.
Tell me that the girl you found this morning
was Wallace's daughter?
Y-you'd, uh, you have to take that up with Dr. Hunt.
I'm just... I'm closing her up here, so...
(Curtis) This doesn't make sense.
The time of death Dr. Hunt reported
doesn't match any of the labs.
What? No? Really?
Yes, really, and don't tell me you didn't notice that.
All right, what is going on?
And do not tell me to talk to Dr. Hunt. I am asking you.
Okay, you're putting me in a very awkward position here.
Okay? Really? You're gonna be in a worse position
when I refuse to sign off on your fellowship.
Answer the question, Ethan.
(Curtis) Now!
Wallace was working with someone else.
That's who killed the girl.
Dr. Hunt made me promise not to say anything.
I don't know why. I don't even know what the hell is going on.
And I'm sorry I ever agreed to keep my mouth shut.
You know why? 'Cause I'm not good at it.
Wait. (Sighs)
Wait. Why would she do that? What is she thinking?
She didn't tell me.
We'll discuss your future later.
There is something we're not seeing here.
Give me everything you've got on this girl...
preliminary ballistics, trace, tox, all of it. (Cell phone keypad beeps)
(Auto dials)
This is Megan hunt. Leave a message.
(Karl sighs)
(Exhales)
We should probably fall further back.
They could make us.
(Sighs)
All right.
Widen the lead a quarter mile.
(Sighs)
(Clanks)
(Inhales) Where's my daughter?
Where is she? (Pants)
You'll see her soon.
Yvonne's keeping her safe and sound.
Yvonne? What... Wallace's nurse?
We met in a V.A. survivors group
two years ago.
Pretty much taken us all that time
to put this together.
You forced Wallace
to put the... bomb in those men.
(Sighs) God, it was a test run.
Yeah.
For putting it in me.
If you hadn't saved me this morning,
I'd have been on a 3:00 flight, nothing left of me by now.
Or anybody else on that plane.
How could you kill innocent people
after what you've been through?
Ever since we invaded Iraq and Afghanistan,
6,000 soldiers have died in combat...
incredibly tragic, yes.
But over 6,000 veterans commit suicide each year...
men that I considered brothers,
people that I loved.
We were willing to give our lives for this country,
but when we got back, it was,
"the hell with you and your problems."
"Just shut up. Stop making noise."
Well, I'm gonna make noise.
I'm gonna make a noise that they can hear...
A lot...
For those lost men.
Yeah?
You just killed six vets.
Shells...
Like me, dead inside.
I did 'em a favor.
Like you did Wallace's daughter?
War is accepting
that change requires desperate measures.
She was 14.
It's a shame that Yvonne had to do that,
but once you go to that place,
once you take that first life...
Everything after is rote...
Until it's your own time.
(Beeps and chirps)
All right. They're slowing.
(Beeping)
They're turning off the main road.
And they're stopping.
They're pulling into a one-story industrial building.
Okay, pull up everything you can on that location...
city blueprints, points of entry,
opportunities for cover.
Start getting the team ready.
(Brakes squeak)
(Jangles keys)
(Turns engine off)
Where is she?
She's here.
(Jet engines roaring)
(Chain clinking)
Lacey! Are you okay?
Mom. I'm all right.
(Squeaks)
Did they hurt you?
No.
She's hyperglycemic.
(Beeps)
I need that insulin.
How long has this been out?
A f... a few hours maybe. I don't... I don't know.
It's in the bag.
She's not getting it yet.
I did what you asked. I brought the bomb.
This was never about bringing us the device,
which I assume you sabotaged.
We have others.
We need you to pick up
where Dr. Wallace left off this morning.
You're gonna put one in me.
(Jet engines whir)
No, I'm not.
Well, then I'm sorry.
Your daughter will die from diabetic shock.
Or sooner.
I'll be honest with you, Dr. Hunt.
Killing that girl was
the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
But I will do it again if I have to.
We need an answer now, Dr. Hunt.
Will you perform the surgery or not?
Yeah, I'll do it.
All right, fellas.
Look, these pictures, they aren't in real time.
So we're gonna have to do a quick recon first,
then we're gonna split up into three entry teams...
here, here, and here.
Adam and I will take the front.
Any questions?
(Officers speak indistinctly)
Let's go.
Yvonne did some checking.
You were an excellent surgeon
except for that last operation.
But losing this patient isn't an option for you, Dr. Hunt,
or your daughter.
I'll administer the propofol. You intubate.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically)
Remember,
I was a surgical nurse for eight years.
I'll know it the second you do anything off book.
You ready?
Yeah.
(Clicks)
Three, two...
One.
(Man) Philadelphia police!
(Man shouts indistinctly)
(Men shouting indistinctly)
Oh, damn it.
They switched it out. They got an identical van.
(Holsters gun)
(Adam) It's clear.
Here's your tracker.
Uh-huh.
Let's go.
(Engines roar)
(Monitor beeping rhythmically)
(Exhales)
(Whimpers)
(Breathing heavily)
(Yvonne) All right.
Give him an ampoule of physostigmine.
I want him out from under quickly.
Do it.
(Beeping continues)
(Instrument clatters)
Step away.
You can stop wondering about when the police are gonna come.
Karl found the tracker.
A sympathizer led them on a wild goose chase.
(Adam) I understand.
Can you tell the Captain we're on our way back, please?
Okay, thank you.
Well, the F.A.A. is shutting down air traffic
starting with a 100-mile radius
then going wider the longer time goes by.
You know what? We can pretty much count on being fired
as soon as we get back to the precinct.
That's for starters.
I don't care. Oh.
Did they put an all agency out on Megan? Have any sign of her?
Yeah, they're on it. So far nothing.
Give me the damn insulin.
There isn't any.
What?
Karl got rid of all of your things
in case there was another tracker hidden in them.
No!
No. (Pants)
(Gasps)
(Yvonne) It's not gonna matter.
Once Karl's gone, I need to get his statement to the media
and continue getting our message out there.
I can't do that if the police know who I am.
Please.
My daughter...
Leave her alone.
She doesn't know anything. She won't say anything. Please.
Once I know that Karl's okay, it's what has to happen.
Sorry.
(Cell phone rings and beeps) Sullivan.
Detective Sullivan, it's Dr. Murphy.
The police have informed me that Dr. Hunt has gone missing
and under what circumstances,
but I think that you may be the best person
to share this information with.
What are you talking about?
Wallace's daughter had cellulose under her fingernails.
We just got the results back from our lab
I.D.'ing it as wood dust.
Well, they found her in a park. Could that be where it's from?
No. It's from teak and mahogany trees,
which don't grow around here,
and it was ground fine, as if the wood been machined.
Looks like she was held and/or killed someplace where
they either milled or built things out of imported wood.
All right. Thank you, doctor. I just hope it helps.
Get on the P.C.I.D. Set up a database.
Lumberyards, mills, furniture...
you know what? I can narrow it down way more than that.
I just remembered, one of the men on the list of veterans,
he worked at a mill.
And it's right near an airport.
Sometimes you are as good as you think you are.
(Engine revs)
(Tires squealing)
Mom.
It's gonna be okay, sweetie.
(Lowered voice) I need you
to listen very carefully to me.
Okay?
Hey.
You okay?
It hurts like hell, but...
Are we okay on time?
Yeah.
Ow.
Flight's in four hours.
(Exhales)
(Lowered voice) When I tell you...
You're gonna run out the door.
I want you to get
as far away from here
as possible.
And then you find someplace
and you call 9-1-1. Okay?
What about you?
I'm gonna be right behind you.
But you need to keep running, okay?
Don't look back.
Mom.
Okay?
Sweetie...
Promise me that, please.
(Exhales)
Here.
See if you can sit up.
Yeah.
(Sighs)
I love you.
Lacey, run!
(Yvonne grunting)
Now! Run!
(Megan and Yvonne grunting and shouting)
(Both grunting)
Ohh!
(Panting)
(Lacey crying) Mom.
(Lacey whimpers)
Lacey, run!
(Crying)
I can't.
(Gunfire)
(Grunts)
Come on.
(Adam) You all right?
- Where's Karl? - Here.
He's got the bomb in him.
All right. (Pants)
Get out of the car, Karl!
(Grunts)
(Groans)
I wanted people to hear me.
There are better ways.
I can't let you leave here.
How this plays out is up to you.
I know.
(Beeps)
Let's see, we can watch "The Incredibles,"
"Toy Story," "Enchanted."
Mom, I'm a teenager.
How about something a little more age appropriate?
Oh, "Sound Of Music."
Oh, my God.
All right, fine.
Let's get some rest.
You know, it's okay if you want to go home.
I'm getting out of here tomorrow.
No. Staying.
And I think that you should talk to somebody
about what happened.
You mean a shrink?
Exactly what you refused to do?
Okay, fine. It wasn't right for me.
However... it can really help some people
who have been through something traumatic,
which you have.
And I don't want you to...
Keep all of that stuff inside.
When I start to fall asleep,
like, just when you start dreaming,
it's like...
I'm back there again...
Like I'm living through it.
But I'm never too scared...
Because in my dream, just like when it really happened...
I always knew that you'd come for me.
(Sniffles)
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
One second.
I wanted to check with you if it was okay to visit.
I don't want her seeing me
- to bring everything back or anything. - Mm.
How suspiciously sensitive of you.
Yeah. Strange, huh?
Mm.
You check in at work yet?
Kate is not happy that I lied to her,
to say the least,
but she doesn't seem to be under any pressure to fire me,
which I do not completely understand.
You have something to do with that?
Maybe.
Well, I had a little... talk with the D.A.
I said that we could go public with the truth...
that he was fooled into thinking the Wallace case was closed,
that if it wasn't for you and me,
Karl Simmons could've blown up a planeload of people...
or he could just leave us alone and take full credit himself.
He and Dr. Murphy are holding a press conference as we speak.
You're an evil genius.
I'll take that as a compliment.
(Man speaks indistinctly over P.A.)
Tommy.
(Sighs)
Thank you.
If it weren't for you...
(Exhales deeply)
Come on.
(Man speaks indistinctly)
Lace,
I would like to introduce you to an old friend of mine.
Old friend?
That's right. Tommy.
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