Previously on "Body of Proof"...
I specialize in grief counseling.
Two people killed by acts of vengeance,
and the only thing those cases have in common...
Is you.
Megan, you're rather brave to come here all alone.
Aren't I a diabolical killer?
Well, you only kill people you think deserve it.
I want you to have this.
It's my father's suicide note.
I need you to run it through the lab. Why?
Because I don't believe a word in that note.
My father did not kill himself.
Daddy?
I didn't want to leave you, pumpkin.
But like I said,
this world is not for me.
Dr. Murphy, I didn't expect you.
Where's Megan?
That's a good question. She's not returning any calls.
Well, that's strange,
especially considering
she feels she's the only M.E. in town.
All right, so what do you see?
Really?
Mm-hmm.
Well, he's definitely a... a John Doe,
and somebody wanted to keep it that way.
I mean, besides the number done on his face,
both of his hands were removed to, uh, prevent identification.
Also, considering the, uh, animal activity,
he's been out here... two days at least.
Any clue as to cause of death?
Single gunshot to the upper left chest.
But there's no blood spatter.
He wasn't killed here. This was a body dump.
Not bad, Dr. Gross.
Thanks.
Was this a test?
Oh, come on. Don't tell me you haven't thought about
working in the field full time.
It doesn't suck.
Where are Tommy and Adam?
Adam's canvassing with C.S.U.
I haven't seen Tommy.
Wait. Megan and Tommy are both M.I.A.?
Great.
Yeah.
Good morning to you, too.
I was at the courthouse today. Ran into Judge Klein.
Oh?
He said your father's exhumation was granted.
This is great news. How come you didn't tell me?
I tried, the other day at the station.
Almost caught you
before you left, but...
Oh, you saw me leaving with Riley,
didn't you?
That's why you're withholding.
Look, Megan, the ball was in your court.
You took it out of play.
Didn't take you long to find another game.
Oh, God, it's the office.
You would think I'm the only M.E. in town.
Listen, Tommy, this...
thing with my father, it's fine, okay?
I'm handling it.
In fact, I have a 9:00 A.M. appointment at the cemetery.
I'll meet you there.
I just told you, I'm... handling it.
Right. You're not doing this without me.
You sure you want to go through with this?
Now the image you have in your mind of your dad,
you can still keep that intact.
Whatever's in there... it's not him.
Megan...
it's just what he left behind.
I need to do this.
Ma'am?
Yes.
Body of Proof 3x13 - Daddy Issues Original air date May 28, 2013
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Okay. Thank you.
What did you do, come by for a final look?
No. I came to see you.
To gloat?
Well, you got your exhumation order.
Congratulations.
Daddy's coffin was empty.
What?
That is impossible.
You must have opened the wrong...
I saw him. I watched him go into the ground.
Someone came back after the funeral
and removed the body.
That is ridiculous.
Why would anybody want to do that?
To keep somebody from discovering the truth,
that he was murdered,
that his suicide was staged.
I am...
I'm sorry, mom.
I know how difficult this is for you.
Sullivan.
Closed door? That can't be good.
Did you think I wouldn't find out?
Word's reached me that you've been
using the crime lab for personal reasons.
I just had a few people check out the validity
of a suicide note.
This wasn't personal.
For Megan Hunt, I know.
She had a feeling
somebody staged her father's suicide,
that he may have been murdered.
So you've been tying up our resources
on an off-book investigation based on feelings?
Even I had my doubts, but we just exhumed her father.
The coffin was empty. Somebody stole the body.
There could be other explanations.
Or he was murdered,
and the killer is covering his tracks.
Okay.
If you think there's something there,
then see it through.
But no more back channels, okay?
So your father used to work here at the university?
He was a doctor.
Uh, may of 1977, huh?
Yes, the patient files of Dr. David Hunt
from the campus health clinic.
The university's good at keeping records?
Oh, insanely.
The old head of the department was here
for, like, a hundred years.
He was a total organization Nazi.
So, um, this is for a police investigation?
Yeah.
Like a... like a cold case?
'Cause I devour those shows.
Um, I could really be helping you catch a killer right now.
Could be.
Wow.
Oh, here it is. Box 5-0-9-6-5-4.
Huh. It seems kinda light.
You're sure this is the right box?
1,000%. Could I see it?
But where are the files?
Damn it!
Wait a minute.
It's happening all over again.
Where are you going?
I'm walking. I need some air.
Unidentified male victim,
possibly in his 60s.
Both hands were severed at the wrist.
He suffered a gunshot wound to the upper left chest,
which was a through and through.
So it's a wash on any ballistics evidence.
At least until we find the location where he was shot.
Which is almost impossible unless we have an I.D.
And no hands, so no prints.
We can't run his face through missing persons
because he doesn't have one.
I ran a sample of his blood to D.N.A.
And so far, we have zip.
So if he's not in the system,
we're up a you know where without a you know what.
You can say "paddle," Curtis.
Boy, don't...
Have you boys forgotten my specialty?
Let me take a crack at him.
I may not be able to give him hands,
but I can give him a face.
Megan.
Please, you have... you have nothing to fear from me.
I...
It's very nice to see you, Megan.
No, you don't.
Don't... don't what?
You really want me to believe
we just met here by coincidence?
Look, I can assure you,
this is not by my design.
I've thought about you, Megan.
I realized that
because of our past,
you might not be inclined to return to me for therapy.
I do tend not to take the advice of sociopaths.
Please don't.
Don't boil me down to that.
It's... demeaning.
Really?
And I'm not just a bundle of daddy issues to you?
No.
You're so much more.
But you must admit that you are...
Still haunted
by the death of your father.
You want me to admit something to you?
I will.
You got away with murder,
two people, at least.
And I know that you had your...
reasons.
I even understand those reasons.
But I don't like it.
I told you things,
things I've never told anyone before.
I have never betrayed your confidence.
You helped me remember why I don't trust people.
Because people disappoint.
They fail you.
That's your past talking, Megan.
Because you felt abandoned by your father,
it's colored your every move.
Maybe so.
But it also taught me to rely on myself.
And as far as my daddy issues go,
I am taking care of those the best way I know how.
My way.
Mm.
Today is April the 10th, 1970.
What's your name?
You know my name, daddy.
Well, tell the machine, honey.
Megan Hunt.
And how old are you, Megan?
5.
Okay. I'm gonna ask you some questions, okay?
For posterity.
What's that mean?
Well, it means that one day, we can listen to this
when I'm old and gray.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
A bird.
What?
You want to be a bird when you grow up?
Yep, a red one, and I'm never gonna stop flying.
I'm thirsty. I'm gonna get some water.
No, no, wait, wait, honey,
don't leave.
So this was your father's study, huh?
Yeah.
It's also where he...
where his body was found.
So with everything in the house gone,
what could that key possibly open?
I don't know, but if he went to all the trouble to hide it,
it must have been important.
This was his favorite room.
You know, there's something I wanted to ask you.
What?
Well, after my accident after the plane crash,
you left me a voice mail.
You said...
I need to know something, then it got cut off.
Really?
Yeah, I... yeah, I just played it over and over again.
There was just something in your voice.
I needed to know what?
Um...
I don't know.
Uh, you were missing.
I thought something had happened to you.
We were all worried.
Oh, was that it?
Yes.
Because...
you know,
if something ever happened to you...
Tommy.
Yeah?
Look.
Wow.
Never knew that was there.
It's one of the missing medical files.
Who is she?
Why'd your dad go to such great lengths to hide this?
I don't know,
but I bet it got him killed.
I've gone over this file at least ten times,
and I still don't know
why my father kept it under lock and key.
But he was definitely Lindsay Pratt's doctor
at the university.
It's pretty obvious she was assaulted.
Were you able to locate her?
I really want to ask her what happened.
That's not gonna be possible, 'cause Lindsay Pratt is dead.
What?
Murdered, 1977...
she was killed the day before your father died.
It's a good thing you're sitting down.
You're not gonna believe who killed her.
Earl Brown.
Earl Brown?
Why do I know that name... Earl Brown?
Earl Brown, serial killer, remember?
Killed four other girls the same year.
And Lindsay and my father died within a day of each other?
There's no way that's not related.
Please don't tell me Earl Brown's dead, too.
Very much alive. Convicted in 1978.
He's serving three consecutive life terms.
Mr. Brown.
Mr. Brown, we were hoping we could get
a few minutes of your time.
To whom am I speaking?
I'm detective Tommy Sullivan from Philly P.D.
This is my associate, Dr. Megan Hunt
from the Medical Examiner's Office.
Thank you.
The warden tells us you don't speak very much.
A testament to the quality
of the company I'm forced to keep.
We were wondering if you could shed some light
on one of your victims.
I see.
We realize it... it was a long time ago, but...
I have spent half my life
in prison... Ms. Hunt.
Memories are all I have
and all I need.
I remember every little detail.
Who would you like to hear about?
Teresa?
Candace?
Mary?
Donna?
Now Donna...
she was my favorite.
She had the sweetest little blonde curls
on the nape of her neck...
Tell me about Lindsay Pratt.
I never had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Pratt.
That doesn't seem possible, seeing you murdered her.
I did not end that girl's life, detective.
And it upsets me
that the legal record states otherwise.
So I'm just supposed to believe you?
Well...
look around you, detective.
I'm not going anywhere for...
three lifetimes at least.
Ask yourself...
why would I lie?
Nice shot.
Ah. Oh, thank you.
You're too kind.
Dr. Hunt, I'm guessing.
My office said you'd be coming by.
Mr. Fitz.
Detective, don't recognize you from the trenches.
Tommy Sullivan, recent transplant.
Retired myself, ten years ago.
We're here to ask you about the Earl Brown murders,
since you were the lead detective on that case.
Hmm.
Well, that's been a while.
And it's well documented.
What could I possibly tell you that
case files and court records haven't spelled out
in detail?
Well, the fact that Earl Brown
didn't actually kill Lindsay Pratt for one.
After all this time,
why would you suddenly believe something like that?
Uh, we're just looking
into a possible murder case from 1977.
We think it has something to do with Ms. Pratt's death.
And Earl Brown claims
that he never met Lindsay Pratt.
Ms. Pratt was a co-ed
with a similar victim profile to all the others.
Method of death... asphyxiation.
Not to mention that each of the victims
had a postage stamp affixed to their tongue.
A 13-cent stamp, by the way,
because he said
that it was his duty to send the girls on
to their next destination.
The jury came back with a guilty verdict
without a moment of deliberation.
If you're pursuing this lead
on the word of a convicted serial killer,
I'd say you're on a fool's errand.
Whereas myself,
I have more therapeutic endeavors
in my immediate future.
Good day.
Thanks so much.
There you are. We were getting worried.
You weren't answering your phone.
And here comes the big speech.
You know what?
I cannot be at your beck and call 24 hours a day.
That is asking way too much of me.
That is not what I was gonna... and I know I should've called,
but this thing with my father has...
- Yes, you've been looking into his death, I know. - Yes, I have,
and please don't tell me it's a conflict of interest
or it's way too emotional for me,
because you would be correct on both counts.
And you know what? I don't give a damn.
And if you have a problem with that...
I quit.
Wh-whoa. Me... will you just let me talk?
You're not quitting, alright.
I was just gonna say,
I know how important this is to you.
I would want answers, too.
Oh.
So take as much time as you need.
And if anybody has a problem with that,
you tell them they can come see me.
Okay. I will.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Hey.
Are those the autopsy reports?
Yeah, from all five of Earl Brown's victims.
All five of them died from asphyxiation.
And all five of them were found
with a postage stamp on their tongue,
but here's the thing...
the first four women died
from a combination of smothering and torso compression.
- Burking. Sat on their chest and suffocated them. - Right.
But Lindsay Pratt was asphyxiated
in an entirely different way.
Her jugular veins and carotid arteries
were compressed on both sides of her neck...
a lateral vascular neck restraint.
- Sounds like an old police choke hold. - Exactly.
Okay, and Brown's M.O. with a postage stamp...
none of this information was ever leaked to the press.
So... what if
a police officer kills Lindsay Pratt,
sticks a 13-cent postage stamp on her tongue
to look like Earl Brown did it?
Maybe your father was the only one who knew,
that's what got him killed.
It's no wonder Glen Fitz wasn't very forthcoming.
He was the lead detective on this case. He knew everything.
Or he was the killer.
Oh, Chief, there you are.
I've been looking all over for you.
You got a minute?
Not unless you're here to tell me
that you're dropping this business
with Megan Hunt's father
and you're ready to get back to work.
Exact opposite, actually.
Okay.
Go on.
We were looking into David Hunt's medical practice.
We found an old patient file, been hidden all this time.
He had treated a young woman
who was later thought to have been murdered by Earl Brown.
The serial killer?
Except Earl Brown says he didn't kill her.
The medical examiner's report comes back
and said that she was killed in a different manner
than all his other victims.
Different manner how?
They were suffocated.
She was killed with a police choke hold.
Wait a minute.
Are you trying to say that you think
a cop killed that girl in 1977
and blamed it on Brown?
And I also think David Hunt knew something,
and that's what got him killed.
Who was the lead detective?
Glen Fitz.
I just want to question him officially,
but I need your okay.
On one condition...
you tread very carefully.
I don't want word of possible corruption
leaking beyond these walls.
You got it.
Look at you go.
And that smile.
We don't get to see that often enough.
You dig this, don't you?
Well, yeah. This is what got me excited
about doing this kind of work in the first place.
It makes me wonder why I'm so anxious to give it all up.
What, to be a congresswoman?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, you can't help that.
It's the American way.
Everybody's always thinking about what's next.
What about you? You subscribe to that theory?
Mnh-mnh.
I'll be right here
until I crawl into a morgue drawer myself
and wake up in Heaven.
Really?
It's all I ever wanted to do,
and I'm doing it.
Even when y'all drive me crazy,
I'm loving every minute of it.
And if you tell anybody I said that,
- I'll sprinkle hemlock in your tea. - Oh.
Don't think I won't.
You're in good hands, Mr. Doe.
Okay, here's the thing...
I know you want a crack at him, Megan,
but you're gonna have to let me fly solo on this one.
What?
This guy may have killed my father.
May have.
Now I know how to talk to these guys.
Do you want to nail him?
Trust me.
How you doing, Mr. Fitz?
I know your time is valuable.
I just wanted to continue our discussion in light
of some new information...
- Just say your piece. - Okay.
Dr. Hunt reviewed the autopsy reports
of each one of Brown's victims.
You said there was only one cause of death for each case.
Asphyxiation.
Well, she found two modes of death.
Four of 'em died from burking.
Lindsay died from an outdated police choke hold.
Close enough.
Yeah, you see that's what I find hard to believe.
Somebody with your knowledge, your experience...
why would you blanket two modes of death
under the same signature?
Earl Brown is guilty, believe me.
You ever heard of the name David Hunt?
- No. - He was a doctor
who treated Lindsay for some injuries
after she got beat up.
See, I'm thinking she was afraid
to report her assailant to the police because
it was actually a cop.
By the end of the week,
both of 'em are dead.
Well, that's a pretty wild theory you've concocted there.
And just how do I factor in?
Well, you're the closest one to the investigation.
See, you had Earl Brown on four counts of homicide.
So why throw the other murder in there?
I see where this is going and I don't like it one bit.
Let me tell you something.
I was a great cop,
twice the cop you're ever gonna be.
Decades of protecting this city,
and this is the thanks I get?
You feel the need to get in touch
with me again, you do it through my lawyer.
No, no, no. No, no, no.
You are not...
squirming out of it this time.
So what, Lindsay was your girlfriend?
She threatened to tell your wife,
and you punched her, a little jab in the ribs,
and then you what, had to finish her off?
You know, I don't know
who the hell you think you are, lady,
but you better shut up.
Oh, yeah, or what?
You gonna shut me up, just like you did Lindsay,
and like you did my father?
Okay, Megan, let's go.
You are gonna pay for what you did.
I told you to let me handle this.
He killed my father! I know it was him!
We... we don't know that, Megan, and now by you busting in there,
you basically just laid out our whole theory.
Now he knows exactly what we're thinking, how to counteract.
You were too soft on him.
Megan, it's just an interrogation tactic.
Ohh!
So what? So what, that is it?
No, it's not it! I got a call in to his former partner.
I'll start with him.
I'll talk with him. I'll see what he knows.
This is the guy! We had him!
Megan, we need evidence or he's gonna walk.
No, no, he won't.
Where are you going?
Megan.
You got me.
This time it's no coincidence.
Wow.
Cornering me in the police station.
That is bold,
even for you.
Well, I've got nothing to hide.
What do you want?
To talk.
I was bothered by something you said yesterday.
You said you were going to deal with things
in your own way.
And I got to thinking
so I did a little homework.
You no longer believe
you father committed suicide, do you?
You believe he was murdered.
Do you have any idea who the killer may have been?
But justice...
has proven elusive, hasn't it?
Even for you.
For now.
I know what you believe.
If you could just find the person
who took your father from you,
then that deep fissure in your heart
will somehow be mended.
But I can assure you,
even if that moment comes,
the fissure will remain.
Because what punishment
can possibly be fitting enough
for the one who inexcusably robbed you...
of what was so dear?
There's only one just punishment,
only one...
possible outcome suitable...
for a taker of lives.
It's not gonna bring my father back.
Did it bring your wife back?
Did it mend the fissure...
deep in your heart?
It most certainly did.
I'd like to help you, Megan.
Let me help you.
No.
I need to do this my way, the legal way.
You do understand me?
Very well, then.
Oh, God.
Oh!
Talk to me, daddy. Talk to me.
What did you know?
What did you see?
Megan, how's it going?
Oh, hey.
That bad, huh?
Uh...
- Anything I can do? - No, I'm fine. Thanks.
Wait.
Who's this guy?
Oh, it's for the case I'm working.
A John Doe found in the park.
I reconstructed his face.
- I'm hoping it'll help us get an I.D. - What happened to him?
He was shot in the chest and both hands severed,
about three days ago, why?
Ah.
Look at that photo, the guy on the left.
One of the homicide detectives.
That photo was taken in 1977.
Now look at your drawing.
Whoa. Look at the similarities...
that heavy eyebrow ridge, the... the cheekbones,
the diastema.
That is the same guy
35 years later.
It has to be...
Glen Fitz's
former partner...
Wilcox.
Arthur Wilcox.
Wilcox. All right, so what... what does that mean?
What does it mean? It means...
it means everything.
Oh, damn it.
Has anyone seen Tommy Sullivan?
Chief Martin.
Dr. Hunt.
I know that Tommy apprised you of the Glen Fitz situation.
I can now prove that he was involved.
Three days ago, there was a new murder,
all part of the cover-up.
Okay, I'm all ears.
Well, it's all back at my office, but...
Would you mind?
I... I just... I would really like to move on this.
All right.
Do you know the name Arthur Wilcox?
Of course. He's been around since I was a rookie.
Retired a few years ago.
He was Glen Fitz's partner in the late '70s.
He was just shot to death.
What? He was?
Probably because he kept a secret
for the last 35 years...
that Fitz not only killed a young girl,
but also my father.
That's quite a claim.
And you've got hard evidence linking Fitz to the murders?
Not yet, but I will.
I promise.
Gotta hand it to you, Dr. Hunt.
You just don't give up.
Unfortunately,
that's also gonna get you killed.
What are we doing?
Why'd you make me come here?
I've kept my eye on your progress
ever since you had your father's suicide note examined.
I just never thought you'd get this far.
I still don't understand.
What do you have to do with my father?
You don't need to know.
No, I deserve to know.
I was a rookie patrol officer,
had this boyfriend I worshipped.
Except he left me.
For Lindsay Pratt.
One night, I attacked her,
told her to stay away from him,
but she wouldn't do it, so...
I paid her another visit.
The situation got out of hand.
Yeah. You strangled her.
And I called Arthur Wilcox. I told him everything.
He was...
he was a friend of the family.
Instead of arresting me,
he told me how this could all go away.
Right.
Stick a 13-cent stamp on her tongue,
make it look like the work of a serial killer.
I just had to get rid of the loose ends.
That's when I found out
she went to your father for treatment.
I was afraid she told him who attacked her.
You forced him... to write his own suicide note.
You shot him...
and then you dug him up out of the ground,
like an animal.
All I ever wanted to be was a cop.
The thought of losing that...
what about losing a daughter
like Lindsay's parents,
a father?
You destroyed my family!
And I've spent the last 35 years
trying to atone for that.
Screw you!
You can justify this all you want.
You're nothing but a cold-blooded killer.
If it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't have had to kill Wilcox and Fitz.
If you didn't have this compulsion
to keep digging up the past...
You killed Fitz?
He never suspected anything back then,
until you questioned him.
Then he called me, said something wasn't right.
I've come too far to go back now.
You are my last loose end.
Megan Hunt...
just couldn't get over
her father's death,
so she's decided to repeat history.
Please.
Don't do this.
I have a daughter.
For an intelligent woman,
you still don't seem to get it, do you?
I have to.
Aah!
Thank you.
Megan.
God, I'm so sorry I wasn't here.
Who was it?
Do you know who saved your life?
Philly P.D.
All right.
Nah, he's long gone.
Oh, Megan.
Ohh.
Hey.
Sorry. I know it's late.
Not at all. Come on in.
Um, thank you...
For... everything.
I couldn't have done it without you.
How do you feel?
I... can't even begin to answer that question.
I don't know that I ever will.
I do know one thing, though.
I've spent most of my life
allowing my past to rule my present,
a... and everything with my father, y... yeah,
but... also with you, too.
And I've held the past against you
for way too long, Tommy.
It's just not fair.
You're not the man
that you were 20 years ago,
and ever since you've been here,
you've been showing me that over and over again.
I don't even know why you put up with me.
I don't.
Megan.
Yeah?
You're worth it.
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