Hailey Dean Mysteries: A Prescription for Murde (2019) - full transcript

A Prescription for Murder

So, Dr. Chang.
What's my diagnosis?

The irregularity in your heart rhythm
is substantial,

your shortness of breath
is very worrisome.

You're staying put until
we can figure out what's going on.

No stress, no stimuli.
Calm and quiet.

Nurse Brian,
can you keep an eye on her?

This makes no sense.

I had a full physical a year ago before
I took over as CEO of this hospital.

Your heart was healthy then.
It isn't now.

- I don't understand.
- You discharged my patient.

I wanna know why.

Erica needs calm and quiet.
You should leave.

It's okay, Dr. Chang.
Dr. Phillips, your patient isn't critical.

He's been referred to the free clinic
on an outpatient basis.

I'm aware, but with full-time care, he'll
get better in weeks instead of months.

- I want him re-admitted.
- No. End of discussion.

- That's enough. Out.
- I won't let this happen again.

What is that?
What are you doing?

That was a good run.
Now for the smoothie I promised you.

Can't wait.

Did I tell you my mother went
to California

to help my cousin
with her new baby?

Georgina had her baby?
That's great news.

Yeah. Beautiful girl.

My mom was sending me pictures
on the hour.

Accompanied by the "when am I going
to be a grandmother" guilt trip?

How did you know?

The same thing happened to me
when my sister had Parker.

My parents got grandparent fever.

My Dad is home alone now that he's
retired, and going a bit stir-crazy.

He went from 80-hour weeks
as an accountant down to zero,

so I was thinking maybe
we could all have dinner?

I don't wanna force you to meet him
if you're not ready.

He feels like he already knows you.

Of course,
I feel like I know him too.

- You sure?
- Yes, really. It'll be... it'll be fun.

I'm gonna have to take a rain check
on that smoothie.

I've just been assigned
a high-profile post mortem

that takes priority over everything else.

- Who is it?
- I don't know.

- I'll call you about dinner with my dad.
- Okay.


It was a strong case, Paulina.

I would say the evidence
still supports a guilty verdict.

Clayton Morrel killed his wife.

The only fault I can find is my decision
not to use the witness Walter Faraday.

You made an informed decision
based on his history of alcohol abuse.

You felt that the jury
wouldn't find him credible.

But it should've been murder
in the first degree.

- I settled for a lesser charge.
- To guarantee a guilty verdict.

We've all had to do it.

Still. Ten years into a 20-year sentence
and Clayton Morrel is up for parole?

Hardly seems a fair punishment.

I know, but it's rare to be granted parole
the first time around,

especially for murderers.

I suppose I just feel responsible
for this one.

I get it.
But you're the district attorney now.

You'll speak at his parole hearing,
and your words will matter. A lot.

- Will you be there?
- Of course.

- I've got your back.
- Like old times.

Just like always.

Meeting the father, huh?

I know. I'm a little nervous
about it actually.

- That's good. It means you care.
- I do. I care.

I just... It's been a wile
since I've met anyone's parents.

Hailey, if anyone's a parent's dream,
it's you.

What exactly is a "parent's dream",

Let's see. Educated? Check.
Good job? Check.

Kind? Check. Good looks? Check.
Hood cook?

Why didn't you say "check"?

You don't wanna be too perfect.

It's too good to be true,
and all that stuff.

- Where's Jonas, anyway?
- He's stuck at work.

- How about Meghan?
- Same.

CEO of the hospital died last night.
They're all in shock.

That must be the VIP case
Jonas was assigned.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

It was all very sudden, apparently.

Now the hospital's in damage control
mode and everybody's panicking,

Meghan included.

I've got some time today.

Maybe I'll run by the hospital
and give Meghan a little moral support.

I'm sure she'd appreciate that.
You see? Kind? Check, check.

- Two checks for Hailey Dean.
- And I can cook.


- So we can check that.
- Yeah, we can check it.

- Hi, Meghan.
- Hailey. What are you doing here?

I just heard what happened.
I wanted to make sure you were okay.

What's going on?

We're expecting
an announcement any minute.

- How are you holding up?
- I can't quite wrap my head around it.

- I just spoke to Erica yesterday.
- And medically, she seemed fine?

We were holding her for observation,

but she was alert,
she seemed like her usual self.

Annoyed to be stuck in a hospital bed.
She was a very active person.

A big golfer.
It just doesn't make any sense.

Who was her doctor? I would imagine
this would be really difficult for them.

Dr. Chang was handling her case.
Erica lured him here from New York.

He's a very talented cardiologist
with an ego to match.

He's more robot than human.

- Do you know who her nurses were?
- Brian Martin and Lisa Shunstrom.

That's Lisa. She's been working here
longer than I have.

Brian Martin's over there,
talking to Ivy, Erica's assistant.

- Former assistant, I should say.
- They look deep in conversation.

I didn't know they even knew each other,

but I guess we're all worried
someone's gonna get blamed.

If I could just have everyone's
attention for a moment, please.

Most of you know me, but for those
who don't, my name is Robert Harms,

I'm the chairman of the boardof directors
for Atlanta Memorial hospital.

These are times of great sadness
for all of us.

And I'm gonna do everything I can
as interim CEO

to make sure that the transition
of leadership is as seamless as possible.

And my door will be open to all of you.

Just as Erica's always was.

- Were Mr. Harms and Erica very close?
- I wouldn't have thought so.

They were both up for the CEO job,
and Erica won it over him.

I'm surprised he's so emotional.

Hi, I'm Hailey Dean.
I don't want to disturb you,

but I understand that you were both
assigned to Erica Schulman

and I just wanted to let you know

that if you needed to talk to anyone,
I'm available.

You're a therapist?
That's really kind of you to offer.

Sometimes it's easier to talk
to an outsider

than someone you know or work with.

That's nice, thanks.
We're just super busy on this floor.

I can imagine.

And that's a call button.
I'll go. Thanks.

- Do you two work well together?
- Yeah, we try.

Lisa's a hard worker. She does her job
and keeps to herself.

- And how 'bout you?
- I'm still a bit new here.

Takes a while to find your place
at a new job.

Looks like you're doing fine.
Did you know Erica well?

Not very, no. She was really kind,
and very dedicated to the hospital.

She was still running things
even after she'd been admitted.

Blood pressure didn't even budge

when Dr. Phillips barged in
and started yelling at her.

- Dr. Meghan Phillips?
- It was pretty nasty.

But Erica didn't even blink an eye.
She's an amazing woman.

She didn't deserve to suffer.
At least now she can be at rest.

Excuse me, I have to go. You should
find Ivy. She was Erica's assistant.

I know she'd like to talk
to somebody like you.


- Ivy, isn't it?
- Hi.

I'm Hailey.

I don't mean to corner you, but I'm a
therapist and given what's happened,

I just want to let you know if you need
to talk, I'm here.

That is so kind of you, thank you.

- I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
- No. Not at all, Dr. Phillips.

Mr. Harms is expecting you,
I'm gonna go check on him.

I've been called
to the Principal's office.

- For something good, I hope.
- I, honestly, have no idea.

All right, Dr. Phillips,
Mr. Harms is waiting for you.



Oh no,
what happened to our chair?

That is the first chair we ever bought
for our first office together.

It's the only one I ever wanted to keep
when we move offices.

I know. My client went to sit down
and she just kept going right through.

She's fine, don't worry.

It actually helped break the ice,
we had our best session ever.

Silver lining.

I don't think that is a technique
we should be using, like ever again.

Definitely not.

- How are things at the hospital?
- No one wants to talk.

All you can do
is make yourself available.

- As usual, you are right.
- Do you wanna grab a bite after work?

I can't. I'm going to dinner
with Jonas and his Dad.

First time?
He's going to adore you.

Just be yourself,
and he'll have no choice.


Thanks for picking me up.

So, I'm kind of nervous
to meet your dad.

- Is that silly?
- Of course not.

But honestly, don't be nervous.
It'll be fun.

That was convincing.

I'm sorry, it's just this case,
Erica Schulman?

- No cause of death yet?
- Cause of death, yes. Heart failure.

Which fits with the sudden arrhythmia
she experienced.

But the cause of that arrhythmia
and subsequent heart failure

is still anyone's guess.

So what's yours?

Based on her medical history,

there should've been no reason
for her heart to fail.

And the heart itself isn't giving me
any clues.

It was either a freak accident
inside the heart...

- Or?
- Or a chemical reaction.

But to what? I've tested for
100 different substances, and nothing.

You know I've never heard you
talk about a caselike this before.

I've never run across
a case like this before.

I'm starting to near the end
of my testing protocols.

There's nothing you can do
about it tonight,

and I'm the one who's supposed
to be worried.

He's going to love you,
because I love you.

Come on.

We've been enjoying a bit of a second
honeymoon these last few months.

But now with my wife away,
I don't know what to do with myself.

And I know she wants me
to find something other than her

to occupy my new found free time.

Have you considered keeping
a few clients and just working part time?

I had the option, but honestly?
I didn't love my job.

I worked with good people, and I miss
them, but I don't miss the work itself.

I had no idea.
I always thought you loved it.

It was a good job that provided
for my family.

That was all that mattered.

All the more reason
to enjoy yourself now.

Easier said than done.

Hailey, you must see this
with other retirees.

- What's your advice?
- You have to build a whole new routine.

I usually tell my patients

that they should start
with the things they used to love,

but stopped having time for.

And if that's not of interest, just go for
something you've always wanted to try.

That's good advice.

You read my mind.

My dad was very impressed with you,
by the way.

I'm so relieved.
I was shaking in my boots.

No one could tell.

You got here just in time
to witness the last few test results.

- Right on cue.
- I'm not feeling very hopeful.

That's the spirit.

It's here. The cause of death.

- What does it say?
- An overdose of digoxin.

Erica Schulman was poisoned.

Digoxin is used to treat heart conditions,
specifically congestive heart failure.

Which Erica didn't have?

No, and even if she had, it wouldn't have
been the first drug of choice.

Digoxin has fallen out of favor
in the last few years,

as safer medications
have been developed.


It comes from digitalis,
more commonly known as foxglove.

The poisonous flower.

Anyway, you're saying that digoxin
was not prescribedto the victim.

- Not according to her chart.
- But it could've been an accident.

That's unlikely. These kind of drugs
have extra precautions

so that mistakes like this don't happen.

And you're certain there's
no innocent explanation?

The levels of digoxin in Erica
Schulman's blood

were way too high for a prescribed
dosage of any drug, really.

She would've only been given
that much to kill her.

- And that's not the only thing.
- I'm afraid to ask.

Erica developed a sudden arrhythmia

forcing her to be admitted
into the hospital.

Now, I can't prove this,

but a high enough dosage of digoxin
can cause arrhythmia

as in otherwise healthy patients.

- So someone tried to kill her twice?
- Very possibly.

But why didn't your initial drug test
pick up on that?

Digoxin isn't on a standard drug panel,

because it isn't a standard drug
these days.

So whoever chose it must've known that
and hoped it wouldn't be detected.

That sounds like an inside job.

- Would the hospital have this drug?
- Possibly.

Doctors do still prescribe it
as a last resort.

All right, we will consider it
a suspicious death for now.

- Did you report it to the hospital?
- I called the acting CEO myself.

Then, why hasn't anyone called us?

That sounds deliberate to me.

But someone wanting to kill Erica?
I can't imagine it.

I'm equally surprised.

The staff I spoke to seem
genuinely upset about her death.

- Did anyone have a problem with her?
- She was the CEO of a hospital.

There were a lot of people
who had problems with her.

But to poison her right here
in the hospital,

I don't know anyone who would do that.

- Anybody have access to her room?
- Pretty much anyone.

We were all usually so busy
that no one would notice

unless it was someone who really
wasn't supposed to be there.

I think we can assume
it's someone who works here.

What a horrible thought,
but yes, I guess so.

Yeah, I can't help with motives, but we
do have digoxin here at the pharmacy.

There would be a record
if any of it had been dispensed.

Who do we talk to about that?

Anne, the head pharmacist, and
she wasn't exactly Erica's biggest fan.

Why not?

Erica was going to implement
a new automated system

to cut the pharmacy staff
down to the bare minimum.

Anne was advocating against it.

Word was she was going
to be the first to be let go.

Hey, Monty.
I was just calling you.

Meghan said that the pharmacist
might've had motive against Erica?

Might be worth a chat.

Mr. Harms assures me
that there is no digoxin missing.

But I was just on my way over
to the pharmacy to verify that for myself.

- Care to join me?
- I thought you'd never ask.

I figured I'd invite you
since you'll just come anyway.

- You're not wrong.
- So, no Fincher?

He's with Meghan,
she's pretty shaken up over all of this.

Yeah, understandably.

So you were with Mr. Harms, did he say
why he hadn't called the police?

He said that they were waiting for
internal confirmation on Jonas's report.

In other words, he was hoping to avoid
an official investigation

opening up the hospital to bad press
and potential lawsuits.

Yeah. My take exactly.

What happened to Erica is sad,
but we work in a hospital.

People die every day.

- Who has access to this pharmacy?
- Only me.

You're the only one
in the whole hospital.


So, how does a doctor
go about getting a drug?

There are automated dispensers
on every floor

for the standard drugs
that doctors use all the time.

Experimental or potentially dangerous
drugs are safely locked away in here.

I'm the only one with the passkey.

I heard that Erica Schulman
was going to introduce

an automated main dispensary
to help you out.

It wouldn't have helped me at all.

But I don't have to worry about that now,
lucky for everyone.

Technology is only as good
as the people who use it.

I know what happens
when a pharmacist isn't consulted.

Doctors are too busy,
they can't catch everything,

so I am their safety net,
not a machine.

So, if someone were to prescribe
something like digoxin,

you would be the one to determine
it was the best option.

That's a very specific example.
But yes. Digoxin is a last resort,

it's not used lightly around here,
and no, nothing is missing.

I run a very tight ship.

Still, I'd like to see the records
and the digoxin for myself.

I didn't get the feeling
Anne the pharmacist was lying.

She was a bit defensive, but that's
understandable given the circumstances.

What does Monty think?

She's still back in there

going through the digoxin records
from the last few years,

making sure nobody was hoarding it,
waiting for the right opportunity.

That's thorough.
Maybe a bit of a stretch.

I think it's safe to assume that the
digoxin didn't come from the hospital.

- So then where?
- It's a great question.

How's Meghan doing?

She's a little more rattled
than I think she'd care to admit.

- So where you heading now?
- I'm actually headed to your office.

Paulina asked me to sit in on a meeting
with Clayton Morrel's sister in law.

Sister of the victim. She must be
unsettled about this parole hearing.

- Aren't we all?
- Yeah.

- See ya.
- All right.

- Thank you both for seeing me.
- My door is always open to you, Amelia.

- I'm glad you finally returned my calls.
- I almost didn't.

This parole hearing must be
bringing up a lot of old feelings.

I don't feel any differently
than the day that he killed her.

- I'm still so angry.
- I sympathize.

And I want you to know that I'm going
to be speakingat the parole hearing

and you are welcome to do the same.

I don't think I can be
in the same room as that man.

He pledged to honor
and protect my sister.

But he didn't.
He murdered her.

As far as I'm concerned, he should have
to pay for that for the rest of his life.

I feel the same way,

and I'm going to do everything
in my power to keep him on the inside.

I hope so. Because if Clayton gets out
of prison, I don't know what I'll do.

So, Paulina asked me
to check in with Clayton Morrel.

I know she's hoping for some dirt,
but I haven't been able to find anything.

Seems he was a model prisoner.

He was a model husband too,
at least on the outside.

Clayton was always very good at making
people see what he wanted them to see.

That warden's report
would go a long way.

I know.

Paulina's so desperate to keep him inside
I'm afraid it'll undermine her position.

Yeah, but that's where you come in.
To provide the impartial assessment.

Impartial? We'll see.
Have you talked to Meghan?

This might be her.
I think her ears were burning.

Hey, Meghan.

- Fincher, where are you?
- Just getting some coffee with Hailey.

Great. Bring her too.

- Where?
- The police station, I think.

- Police station?
- I think I might be in trouble.

Okay, we're coming. Hang on.

This has to be a misunderstanding.

Monty heard from multiple sources

that Meghan had a heated argument
with Erica hours before she died.

I heard the same thing too, Finch,
even before Jonas found the digoxin.

- An argument doesn't mean anything.
- She's gotta ask questions.

Do you wanna tell me what you and
Erica Schulman were arguing about?

She allowed one of my patients
to be discharged into outpatient care.

I wanted her to readmit him.

I am told that this isn't the first time

you disagreed over patients being
discharged too early.

Yes. It's true.

But that doesn't mean I didn't admire
everything else she was doing.

You were on shift
the night that Erica died.


If we were to check
your financial records,

would we find any suspicious purchases?

Like illegal digoxin?
Of course not.

And you won't mind
if we confirm that for ourselves?

Go ahead.
I have nothing to hide.

This is ridiculous. You can't hold me
in custody for having an argument.

You can go.

Not only did the police haul me off
in front of all my colleagues,

I can only see patients
while supervised now. It's humiliating.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Maybe everybody's looking
in the wrong place.

What about Dr. Chang?
You said that he was Erica's cardiologist.

He's the hospital superstar.

He's half the reason our surgical team
gets the funding it does.

Someone needs to have a chat with him,
but it won't be me.

That was the district attorney herself
on the phone.

Paulina just called you?
That can't be good.

It isn't. I've been told
to stay away from this investigation.

Apparently, I have a conflict of interest.

- She's not wrong. Fincher, I'm sorry.
- I know.

- I'm not sorry about it.
- Me neither.

So, I managed to get a meeting with
Robert Harms,

he's been a bit cagey with Monty,
but we'll see what I can get out of him.

Thanks, Hailey.

I am so sorry, Mr. Harms is just running
a few minutes late on a call.

He was wondering if you wouldn't mind
waiting just a couple minutes.

Not a problem at all.

- How are you?
- I'm still fine.

You can talk to me about anything,
it doesn't have to be about Erica.

Yeah, well, I don't want
to come across as heartless

because I care more about a guy
than my boss dying.

Emotions aren't rational,
and they aren't the same for everyone.

I don't know, I...

Tell me what's going on.
Maybe I can help.

Okay. So, listen,
I have been seeing this guy,

and at first I wasn't sure if
it was exclusive or not,

but things have been getting
a little more serious,

and honestly, I'm just...
I'm getting tired of hiding it.

He wants you to keep it a secret?

Yeah. I mean, it's not like
he's ashamed of me or anything,

it's just that if anyone found out,
he could get in trouble.

Because he works here at the hospital
and it's against the rules.

How did you find out?
Who told you?

Don't worry, I didn't hear it through
the hospital grapevine,

it's just an educated guess.

- Please don't tell anyone.
- I won't.

- But you need to talk to him.
- You think so?

I do. And then you should find out
what hospital policy is

and figure out what you have to do
to take your relationship public.

Assuming you both want to.

- That's scary.
- Everything worth fighting for always is.

You're right. One sec. Yes?

Yeah, okay. I'll send her right up.
Mr. Harms is ready for you now.

- Let me know what happens.
- I will, thank you. Just around here.

Come on in.

Ms. Dean.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

Ivy, would you please call
Detective Montgomery,

let her know the legal department

won't allow us to release any files
without a subpoena.

Of course.

Please have a seat.

Always listen to your legal department.
I used to be a prosecutor.

How can I help you?

I think you know that I am a friend
of Dr. Meghan Phillips.

That was such a shock.
She had so much promise.

She still has promise.
The investigation is far from over.

In my experience, the most obvious
suspect is usually the guilty one.

That's interesting.
My experience is the exact opposite.

Are you here to plead
Dr. Phillips' innocence?

No, I was actually just wondering

if you had any idea who might've
benefitted from Erica's death.

Are you accusing me?

Not at all, though I can see
why you might think that.

By your logic, you would be
the most obvious beneficiary,

and thereby the guilty one.

I don't think anyone believes that.

I'm sure they don't.
But what about Dr. Chang?

He was Erica's cardiologist,
he had obvious opportunity.

I think I'm gonna heed your advice
and listen to my legal department.

I can't divulge hospital business.

- You understand.
- I do.

Thank you for your time.

Hailey Dean, is it? I don't seem to have
your medical chart for some reason.

- Can you tell me your symptoms?
- I'm not here for that.

I'm just here to talk.

This is a surgical consult.
Not a therapy session.

I'm a friend of Dr. Phillips,

and I was hoping to talk to you
about the death of Erica Schulman.

- Are you with the police?
- Not technically.

I can imagine how hard it must be
to lose a patient.

You can't.

It would be normal
to have some feelings of guilt.

I don't. I did everything I could.

- Including treating her with digoxin?
- Digoxin?

You obviously didn't go
to medical school.

I would've never prescribed her digoxin
at such an early stage.

I hadn't even found the cause
of the arrhythmia.

It must've been frustrating for you.

Not all medical problems are obvious.
I like a challenge.

I didn't make a mistake.
I don't make mistakes,

and I have real patients who need help,

not busybodies who are just here
to waste my very valuable time.

- Hello stranger.
- Well hello back.

- Aren't you Dr. McLellan?
- Yes?

We're all such fans.

Honestly, we never bothered to open it,
we all like the cover so much.

That's nice.
This is my girlfriend, Hailey.

We met.
You're Dr. Phillips' therapist friend.

- That's right.
- How is Dr. Phillips?

- I feel really badly for her.
- She's managing.

You don't think she had anything to do
with Erica's death.

Everyone knows the nurses
see everything.

If I was gonna trust anyone's opinion,
it would be yours.

We're not supposed to talk about it.

Makes sense.
The hospital's being careful.

Thanks for your help.

But I guess since you're affiliated
with the hospital,

I wouldn't be speaking out of turn.

I suppose that's true.

Of course everyone knows Robert Harms
got passed over for the CEO job.

But it was a pretty big shock to everyone,
and no one really knows why.

- Why do you think?
- Robert's the cautious type.

He wanted to save money
to make money,

but Erica was all about investing
in the hospital

to make it more efficient
in the long-term.

Did Mr. Harms ever do anything
to undermine Erica?

Never. I actually always thought there
was something romantic between them.

Just the way he looked
at her sometimes.

What about the nurses?
Was Erica well liked?

She was the boss.
Who likes their boss?

Thanks so much for your help.

- It was really nice meeting you.
- Don't mention it, Dr. McLellan.

Please, call me Jonas.

- You can have my salad.
- I don't want your salad.

So, wait. You're saying that all Jonas
had to do was flash those baby blues

and the nurse spilled everything?

It was pretty amazing to watch,
although not that helpful.

So, turns out that Robert Harms
was passed over for the CEO job,

and Anne the pharmacist
was convinced

that Erica's new automation program
was going to make her redundant.

That sounds like motive enough.

And then there's the enigma
that is Dr. Chang.

Enigma no more.

I found out that good old Dr. Chang
is currently being sued for malpractice.

That's common with doctors.

This happened off hospital property.
Chang had to enlist his own lawyer.

- So the hospital wasn't handling it?
- Not their property, not their problem.

And that order came from Erica herself.

Now that's the kind of motive
we've been looking for.

Hey, Monty.
I was just about to call you.

We have a suspect in the death
of Erica Schulman.

Let's put a pin in that.

Jonas just identified another victim.

Sarah Van Valkenburg,
87 years old.

She had kidney disease
and was in the hospital for a biopsy.

According to her chart,
there were no complications,

so I did a more comprehensive blood
panel than I normally would,

which is how I found the extremely
high level of digoxin in her blood.

Just like Erica.

Is there any possibility
of a legitimate explanation?

There is no medical reason
for Mrs. Van Valkenburgto take digoxin.

To me this seems
like another targeted victim.

Have you been able to get Erica's
hospital records yet?

Not yet.
But given the latest development,

I'm sure I can get a warrant for that
and a duty roster.

- I gotta go. Parole hearing.
- Clayton Morrel?

- It's all over the news. Good luck.
- Thanks.

We must remember
Clayton Morrel's crime.

He planned and executed
the murder of his wife in her own home.

You've all heard the horrific details.

It was calculated and methodical,

much like the time he spent in prison
playing the devoted student.

The willing volunteer.
A friendly face.

He has not changed.

If Clayton Morrel is granted parole,
be assured he will kill again.

And we won't be able to stop him.

As far as parole hearings go,
I think that went pretty well.

I think you did an excellent job.
I don't think he'll get parole.

- I don't think so.
- Leave me alone, you psycho.

You're the psycho
for still being with Clayton Morrel.

You don't know anything about me.

I know if he's released, he'll kill again.
If he gets out, you will both pay.

Hello, Miss District Attorney.

Clayton will be so happy
to hear that I ran into you.

- Walk away, Miss Lineker.
- It's Mrs. Morrel now.

Is he staying in jail?

I feel confident that the parole board
will have him serve his full sentence.

You better hope so.

I cannot wait till this is all over.

I'm not sure what to do.
She's taking it so personally.

I know.
Seems pretty caught up.


I'd love to talk, but you know what?
I'm what you call a silent rider.

- I don't like to chat.
- Yeah, this is my car, so...

Technically it is your car,
but also technically I'm your customer.

Customer's always right,
so that's something you have to...

She thinks this is a ride-share...

Who is she?

I don't like sharing with other people,
I have to get too close to them.

You're gonna have to go.
May I have a bottle of water?

- All right, listen, lady? You see this?
- Don't flash that fake badge at me.

I can spot a fake badge a mile away.
You know what?

I am gonna give you a bad review,
and don't say you weren't warned.

First you have her in the front seat,
then you don't get me a bottle of water,

then you flash a fake badge,
you know what?

I'm reporting you, and newsflash,
you're not the only ride in town.

I can call another car.
In fact, I can call 911!

- Okay.
- I've had it with you two. Good riddance!

- I'm gonna get a bad review.
- I don't know what just happened.

And that's not the craziest thing
that's ever happened in this car, no.

This food's for Meghan.
No. Not for us.

You're giving Meghan
two greasy burgers and fries?

Yeah, and some onion rings.
You know. To cheer her up.

Okay, I know that your life
revolves around food,

but maybe Meghan would prefer,
I don't know, flowers?

Flowers? I don't get the point of flowers.
What's the point of them?

They're pretty, and they feed bees.

Yeah, they feed bees, and you cut 'em,
and then two hours later they're dead.

Two hours later?
What do you do to your flowers?

Have you seen the flowers
at the hospital?

So sad. Clinging to life.

That's a terrible metaphor
for the patients.

Flowers at the hospital. I wonder.

Why do I get the feeling that
Meghan's food is going to get real cold?

- Drive.
- Yeah.

You know I'm not
supposed to be here investigating.

This is a time sensitive thing.

- Hi, Brian.
- Hi, Hailey.

Could you point us towards
Sarah Van Valkenburg's room, please?

I'm so sorry, but Mrs. Van Valkenburg
passed away yesterday.

And her room has been reassigned.
We only have so many beds.

- That's unfortunate.
- She wasn't here very long.

She seemed like a lovely lady.
She died alone. Very sad.

We'd like to get in touch with anyone
who might've known her.

Did she receive any cards or flowers?

That's really kind of you. Actually yes,
one bouquet. It's still here.

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

- Did you need anything else?
- No, thank you.

- You've been very helpful.
- What every nurse likes to hear.

Get well soon from all of us
at Atlanta Hills Golf Club.

Didn't Meghan say
that Erica was a big golfer?

Looks like we just found
our connection.

So after Hailey
and I made the connection,

I did my best at the Atlanta
Hills Golf Club, but they shut me down.

I understand the need for privacy,

but you'd think that a golf membership
list wouldn't be such a secret.

I didn't realize Erica Schulman
was on the board of Atlanta Hills.

Of course that's the connection.

- Sarah Van Valkenburg is the chair.
- How did you know that?

I do have a life outside of the station,
you know. Part of that includes golf.

Golf? I always figured you were
more of like a boxer or a wrestler

or something like that.

Okay, I'm sure there's a compliment
in there somewhere.

Anyway, I spoke to my husband
who spoke to a friend of his

who's on the admissions committee
at Atlanta Hills.

And apparently a certain doctor
Tim Chang applied for membership

but was blocked,
because of some scandal at the hospital.

That must've been the malpractice suit
that happened off of hospital property,

but no one except Erica
would've known about that.

That would mean that Erica
was directly responsible

for his membership getting blocked.

And Sarah Van Valkenburg
had the final say.

But is being denied membership
to Atlanta Hills a motive for murder?

You obviously don't golf.


Last time I checked,
it wasn't a crime to go golfing.

I fail to see the relevance
of how I spend my time off.

Were you involved with a patient
by the name of Sarah Van Valkenburg?

- I have a lot of patients.
- Is that a yes?

I don't know off the top of my head.
I'm sure the hospital can check for you.

So you're saying you don't know
who she is at all?

I don't know.

You weren't aware that she was the chair
of the membership committee

at Atlanta Hills Golf Club?

Do you know why your membership
application was denied?

All right, let's talk
about something else.

- Do you ever prescribe digoxin?
- Rarely.

What is the obsession with digoxin lately?

Were you aware that Erica Schulman
and Sarah Van Valkenburg both died

from an overdose of digoxin?

I think I'll call my lawyer now.

He's not talking,
and we have no real evidence.

We can hold onto him for a few hours,
but that's it.

He seemed genuinely surprised

when you brought up
that both patients died from digoxin.

Even if we accept his motive,
we still need opportunity,

and Chang was off shift
when Erica died.

Doesn't mean he wasn't at the hospital.

Meghan would kill me
if she knew I was here. Again.

Don't you mean Paulina,
your boss, would kill you?

Paulina will fire me. That's not half
as bad as what Meghan will do.

Don't worry, we're almost done.

We've been through all the footage from
the night Mrs. Van Valkenburg died,

and we are almost through
the night Erica died.

- And still no Dr. Chang.
- It was a long shot.

Our best bet would be to try to figure out
where he got the drugs.

Well, he didn't get them
at the hospital pharmacy,

and Monty's going through all of his

to see if there are
any unidentifiable transactions.

I can't imagine that you'd see anything
like digoxin on his financials.

He wouldn't buy it online,
it'd be too easy to trace back to him.

And if he got it on the black market,
we'd never be able to find it.

Guess we're just playing
the waiting game, then.

- Waiting for Monty to work her magic.
- Or for us to work our magic.


Hello there, Dr. Chang.
We've been expecting you.

And there you are.

Dr. Chang said that he went back to the
hospital to get his glasses that night,

but no one can corroborate that.

- Then you may have caught the killer.
- They're questions he's not answering.

But it's a good start.

It was really sweet of you to offer
your kitchen to my dad's new hobby.

A McLellan wants to make me dinner?
How can I say no?

Nothing to worry about.
All under control.

I hope you're both ready
for my signature dish, Quiche à la Grant.

Thank you.

- Thanks Dad.
- Dig in.

That's eggy.

And sweet?

That's the maple syrup. One of my clients
brought me some back from Quebec,

they put it in everything.

- It's different.
- Yeah, it is, isn't it?

I thought I could start selling it
at farmer's markets.

I might put down a lease
on a commercial kitchen.

Dad, maybe you want to hone
your skills a little more first.

What do you mean?

That's what you mean.

- It's terrible.
- It doesn't matter if you're good at it.

The important thing is,
you enjoy doing it.

If I'm honest, Hailey,
cooking this was the opposite of fun.

Well that then explains a lot.

Thank you for indulging me,
both of you.

And to make it up to you, I'll whip up
a little somethingI never get wrong.

The phone number for Luigi's Pizza.

I haven't seen that in years.
My baby photos?

I thought Hailey would like
to see them.

It's a beautiful box.
Where'd you get it?

I made it.

- Did I know that?
- Probably not.

I used to make the odd thing
here and there.

Always enjoyed seeing something
take shape in my hands.

But that was another life.
No sense going backwards.

Do you think that maybe you could stop
by my office sometime?

I have a favor
I might want to ask of you.

Happy to.
Now, let's get this pizza ordered.

So cute.

It's Meghan.

Hi, Meghan.
Is everything all right?

I don't think so.
Another patient has died.

And I don't think we need an autopsy
to know the cause.

The digoxin bottle is currently being
tested for fingerprints.

You can see the digoxin label

was placed on top of what was left
of an older label that was torn off.

Probably stolen
and resold on the black market?

That's a theory.

I'm sure you already guessed the
hospital's latest casualty, Mary Smith,

died of an overdose of digoxin.
The levels in her blood

were about the same as Erica Schulman
and Sarah Van Valkenburg.

- Was she a member of the golf club?
- I doubt it.

Miss Smith was a tourist from Florida,

and she arrived in Atlanta two days ago,
by herself,

and was admitted
to the hospital yesterday.

And to add to the differences,

Miss Smith's chart indicates she suffered
from acute stomach pain,

a chronic condition.

So the medical issues are different,
but the women aren't.

How so?

All three are single women,
no next of kin in the city.

That's not a profile as much
as a segment of the population.

Maybe th motive isn't personal.
In fact, it could be the exact opposite.

I think... Atlanta Memorial may have
its very own angel of death.

An angel of death?
There has to be a different explanation.

We'd like you to give us
access to your files

so that we can look for any victims
that may have gone unnoticed.

- There should be evidence of escalation.
- This is your professional opinion?

It's a theory that fits the evidence,

and if we can look at your files,
we might be able to establish a pattern

that will help us narrow down
the list of suspects.

This is very troubling.

Have any of your staff
made any unusual requests lately?

For specific shifts,
or to change rotation?

I wouldn't know,
but I'll have Ivy look into it.

What am I supposed to do
in the meantime?

- Close the hospital?
- That's the worst thing you can do.

We don't wanna scare
our suspect into hiding.

What about the patients?

I would suggest double staffing
for the time being.

Ensure that no one is ever alone
with any patient.

How am I going to justify
that expense to the bord

without letting them know
what is happening?

Just tell them it's an order
from the police.


This is a PR nightmare.

We don't want this to get out to the press
any more than you do.

Then we're agreed.

This theory doesn't leave this room.

I'm not sure any of the suspects
we previously identified

fit with this new theory.

How about the pharmacist?

She could've easily altered her inventory
to hide the missing digoxin.

If we are looking for an angel of death,

then we are looking for someone
who didn't have a motive against Erica.

Most of the people on the board did.

You're saying an angel of death wouldn't
have a problem with their victims?

It would be an unusual dichotomy.
We're looking for someone

who is relieving these patients
of perceived suffering.

In the killer's mind,
what they're doing is altruistic.

Then, he or she would choose victims
who are dying anyway.

Does that fit with our three victims?

Erica had a sudden arrhythmia,
but it's not a death sentence,

and the other two had chronic issues
but they're not terminal.

Like I said, it's a perceived suffering.

But why draw so much attention

by choosing the head of the hospital
as one of your victims?

It's possible that the killer
is new at this,

and hadn't thought about the fallout.

But to strike so many times in so few
days makes me think the opposite.

This is someone
who's done it before.

The killer is confident, if nothing else.
What is all this?

Printouts of the hospital schedules,

employee records,
right down to the volunteers,

patient charts, pharmacy records.

I sent the previous fatalities of the last
year over to Jonas to sift trough.

- I better get going.
- You're not staying?

I got a thing, so I can't.

- Is something wrong?
- Yeah. There might be.

- Paulina. What happened?
- He's getting out, Hailey.

Clayton Morrel got parole.
I just don't understand it.

- Were you given a reason?
- Standard answer.

They believe he learned his lesson,
he won't reoffend.

I can't believe they fell for his act.

Okay, if he so much as jaywalks,
we will put him right back inside.

I don't know, Hailey.
Maybe I'm losing my touch.

You aren't.
Maybe we're both overreacting.

I wish I could believe that.

- It's going to be all right.
- I wish I could believe that too.

I never would have expected it.

Clayton Morrel, getting parole
on his first hearing?

Tell me about it.

Maybe the warden was right.
Maybe he turned over a new leaf.

None of us believe that.

Stranger things
have been known to happen.

- Meghan, are you okay?
- Sorry? Yes, of course.

What were we talking about?

I know that you're worried about
everything that's going onat the hospital,

but, you know that
you're no longer a viable suspect.

I'm relieved about that. Obviously.
But an angel of death?

Hailey, it's terrifying to think how many
people might've been murdered

right under my nose.

There's no way
you could've known about that.

My head knows what you're
saying is true,

but the rest of me
doesn't feel any less guilty.

- Guilty of what?
- Monty? Did you find something?

That's why I'm here. Meghan,
I need to ask you a few questions.

At the station.

I can't believe that this is
happening again.

Monty wouldn't have brought Meghan
in without a good reason.

One she won't tell us!

At least she's letting us observe.
She didn't have to do that.

I know. But this all
has to be one big mistake.

I'm sure you're right.

I want to get straight to the point.

Good. I want to put a stop to this
as much as you do.

We found your fingerprints
on the bottle of digoxin.

Of course you did. I picked it up without
gloves on. I didn't know what it was.

This makes no sense. Why would
I give you evidence against me?

- To take suspicion off you.
- That's crazy.

Here's the thing, Meghan.

We found your prints on what
is essentially the murder weapon.

You were on shift during each death,
you have the knowledge and ability.

- No, this can't be happening.
- I know you only wanted to help.

I think I need a lawyer.

This isn't right, Monty.
Meghan isn't that kind of person!

We're not looking
for a stone-cold killer, Fincher.

We're looking for someone
who wants to end suffering.

Are you telling me that Meghan
isn't that kind of person?

That's ridiculous. This is
the flimsiest evidence I've ever heard.

You've seen people crack
under less.

She's the only one with
obvious opportunity,

and you haven't known her that long.

You need to look for another suspect.

Fincher, I get that you're upset,
but you need to let us do our job.

And I don't think you can come in here
anymore. Not until the case is closed.

- You're kicking me out of here?
- I'm really sorry.

Fincher, let's go.

Can you believe she's kicking
me out of here?

Yes, I do. And she's right to.
You're not thinking straight.

Hailey, this is Meghan we're talking
about, she's not a killer!

Okay, I know, and I agree with you.

This is why I'm going to go back
to the hospital.

Meghan found the bottle
at the nurse's station,

who's to say that's the only thing
the killer left behind?

- I'm coming with you, then.
- No, you stay here.

Meghan will be released soon,
and she will need a friendly face.

- Hey, Hailey. You're here late.
- So are you.

Yes, well, Robert likes to work late
so I'm here too. Stuck at his hip.

I hope he's not taking
advantage of you.

No, it's all right,
I don't mind the extra work.

Speaking of which,
I've gotta get back.

Lisa, if you see Brian, will you tell him
I'm looking for him?

Will do.

- Bye, Hailey.
- Bye.

I was just wondering. Where was
that bottle that Dr. Phillips found?

Right here on the desk.

Mr. Rothman again.

He's having a hard time
with the TV remote.

- Sounds dramatic.
- You have no idea.

I might be a while,
so don't wait if you don't have to.


- Jonas. What happened?
- You're in the hospital.

- I was injected.
- Yes. With morphine.

Your blood test showed enough to make
you a bit loopy, not enough to harm you.

You don't remember anything?

I was under the counter,

and I felt the prick of a needle,

and then everything went out of focus.

You didn't see who drugged you?

If I did, I don't remember.

We can be thankful
it wasn't anything lethal.

- How do you feel?
- Fine. Confused, but fine.

- Was there a label on me?
- No.

I found one under the counter.

It was just like the digoxin label
on the bottle Meghan found,

only this one wasn't torn.

- You found a digoxin label?
- No. Saline.

That label could've
been from anything.

The bottle Meghan found
had remnants of digoxin in it.

There's no digoxin missing
from the hospital pharmacy, correct?


So, if you were going to steal

secured and inventoried medication
from a hospital pharmacy,

how would you do it?

I'd replace it with something else so
that it'd look like nothing was missing.

- Something like saline.
- I'll call Monty.

She wants to talk to you
about what happened anyway.

- Wish there was more to tell.
- Don't worry about that.

Just stay put and rest
until you're discharged.

I just can't believe Hailey
was attacked here last night.

- I'm so relieved that she's all right.
- Me too.

Although it was all I could do
to keep her in bed

when she found out we were about
to start testing the digoxin bottles.

Speaking of...

What are you doing here?

I was just discharged
and told to resume life as normal.

So you obviously came straight here

to watch me test every bottle of digoxin
in the pharmacy.

Just resuming life as normal.

I just saw Anne the pharmacist,

and she looked none too happy
to be waiting outside.

Yeah. That's putting it mildly.

But she's a person of interest

and I can't have her attempting
to tamper with potential evidence.

In that case, these are all the bottles
of digoxin in the pharmacy.

- Where do we start?
- Look for the one with the torn label.

This one's missing a corner.
Let's start with this one.

Yeah, I don't get why you found
a saline label at the nurse's station.

I bet it was meant to be thrown away
but just missed the garbage can.

I think the killer swapped out digoxin
for saline, switching out the labels.

Then, had to re-label
the digoxin bottle as digoxin

so that when it was found,
we'd know what it was.

The bottle at the nurse's station could've
been planted there to lay off blame

and Meghan just happened to be
the one to find it?

Then, whoever knocked you out...

Might've gone back there to clean up
the saline label they left behind,

and found me
inconveniently in the way?

The morphine syringe seemed
to have come from a tray

that was prepared
for a nearby patient.

- A crime of convenience would fit.
- Your hunch was right, Hailey.

This bottle is full of saline.
No trace of digoxin in it.

I'll test them all, but I have a feeling
I'll find at least two more.

At least we know
where the digoxin came from.

And that means that the killer
had access to this pharmacy.

We believe the digoxin used to kill
Erica Schulman and two other patients

came from the hospital pharmacy.

A total of three bottles were swapped out
for normal saline bottles,

and their label
switched to avoid detection.

- Anne. It's time for the truth.
- I didn't do it.

Did you let anyone into the pharmacy?

No. I never let anyone unauthorized
into the pharmacy.

And you never lent your passkey
to anyone, not even for a minute?


Anne, I know you're worried
about losing your job,

but I can see that you're holding
something back

and it's important that we know the truth.
It's more important than punishing you.

- Isn't that right, Mr. Harms?
- Yes. I promise, your job is safe.

I lost my passkey last week.

- When, exactly?
- The day before Erica was admitted.

And you didn't report it?

It was only for a few minutes.
Half an hour top.

I didn't even notice
that it was missing from my uniform

until I saw it sitting on the counter
at the nurse's station.

You broke protocol.

Anytime a passkey goes missing, you
call security, you have it deactivated.

If you had done that,
maybe Erica would still be alive.

I know.

I knew that Erica would have said
that a machine wouldn't lose a key.

I was fighting for my job.
I went in and I did a full inventory.

I swear there was nothing missing.

And by the time you noticed
your passkey was missing,

the killer already had the drug.
It's not your fault.

- Who found the passkey?
- Lisa Shunstrom.

She was about to call security
when I came by.

And where is Lisa now?

Ivy, can you have Lisa Shunstrom
come in here right away, please?

Of course.

I'll need you to make
a statement in writing.

- I'll come by the pharmacy later.
- All right.

You can go back to work.
We'll discuss this indiscretion later.

Robert, I am sorry, but it seems Lisa
has called in sick today.

I sent a car to Lisa's house.
She's not home, surprise.

I'll put out an APB.

- Let me know when you find her.
- Will do.

Just going to get Anne's statement.
Talk to you later.

- Ivy, what happened?
- I quit, that's what happened.

- Did you talk to your boyfriend?
- I did.

And he told me that if we were working
together, that we couldn't be together.

- So, I quit.
- And he's okay with that?

He said he wasn't sure it was a solution,

that it might look bad on him,
like he forced me to quit.

- Did he force you?
- No. No, this was my idea.

I wanna make this work.

I hope he appreciates
what you're doing for him.

I can't imagine how hard
things have been for you lately.

First your boss dies, and then
the police show up, and now this?

- That's a lot of change.
- But change is good, right?

Change should move you forward.

Maybe you should take some time to
think, decide what future you really want.

Then you'll know what to do.

- Thanks. I think you're right.
- Anytime.

So, Lisa was the last one
with the pharmacy passkey?

Yep, and she called in sick
today at the hospital.

So I assume asking
you to stay in the car is pointless?

You assume correctly.

- Hi. I'm Lisa.
- Hi Lisa!

I'm an alcoholic.

Things have been really rough
at work lately.

Three people have died,
and the police are all over the place.

I'm scared because...
Because I'm really being tested.

And I think it's my fault.

No one at work knows
I'm a recovering alcoholic.

I come to this meeting all the way across
town so I don't run into anybody.

It's anonymous for a reason.

Nobody is trying to interfere
in your recovery.

Did you inject
those people with digoxin?

- You're not sure.
- No.

You were drinking?

My boyfriend broke up with me
last week.

I thought I was all right

until I found a bottle of champagne
that someone had given him as a gift.

He must have left it by

and I didn't have the strength
to throw it out.

- People make mistakes.
- Yeah, but this one was really bad.

One bottle led
to too many to count.

I don't even remember
the night Erica died.

What about the other victims?

I've been confused and upset,

it's been very stressful
at the hospital since Erica died.

Do you think you could've administered
lethal doses to three different people?

I've made mistakes before.

I have to accept that it's possible.

How did Anne's key card from the
pharmacy end up in the nurse's station?

I don't know. It was just there
when I got back from lunch.

You didn't see anybody turn it in?

Not personally,
I just assumed it was a visitor.

If it had been hospital staff,
they would've taken it to security.

- Are you gonna report me?
- I'm not, but you are.

You know you have to heal yourself
before you can help heal others.

- I know. And I'm so sorry.
- And I'm here if you need me, okay?

All I want is to be sober,

and whatever it takes to give me
the strength is what I'm gonna do.

Thank you.

Paulina, you don't have to be here.

I want Clayton Morrel
to know I'm watching him.

- I just worry that...
- Don't.

I have no intention of speaking to him.

I just want him to know
that I am watching him.

Okay. He sees you.
Let's go.

One sec.

Hello there, Paulina.
This is a pleasant surprise.

District Attorney herself here
to welcome me back to freedom.

Congratulations on
the election by the way,

though I didn't vote for you,

I just wanted you to know I'm watching
you, waiting for you to slip up.

Because you will slip up.

I'm not sure the District Attorney
should be making such threats.

Not a threat. A promise.

Paulina, the cameras.
Come on. Let's go.

Leaving so soon?
Such a shame.

Lucky for me I know where
to find you if I should want to.

Good luck, Mr. Morrel.
Come on.

Hailey, you're here.
I have something to show you.

- Are you all right?
- Just a rough day.

What do you have to show me?

- Our chair, it's fixed.
- I know, isn't it amazing?

- It's all because of you.
- Me?

Hi, Hailey.

Mr. McLellan, I didn't know
you were coming by today.

Call me Grant, please.

I was in the neighborhood
and took my chances.

But instead of finding you...

He found me,
in despair over our chair.

And right away, I understood
the favor you wanted to ask.

- Thank you so much.
- Happy to help.

And I have to say, I really enjoyed it.

Do you think you'd consider
making something else?

I'd buy it.

I'm not so sure my loving wife would want
meturning our garage into a workshop,

but thanks for this.
It was fun.

Look, she's so happy.

I always knew my Dad was handy,

but I guess when he wasn't working,
he spent his time with me.

Jonas, he was more than handy.

He's talented, and it's clear
it makes him very happy.

Hi, Hailey. Any luck
with those hospital records, Jonas?

I couldn't find any more
deaths at Atlanta Memorial

that fit the same profile as the recent
victims, so I widened my search,

and I found a woman who died at Ingram
General Hospital last year

without a clear cause of death.

I think I saw something in
one of the hospital staff files

mentioning Ingram General.

Unlike the others,
this patient was terminal,

but still had a couple of years to live,

although her sudden death
was not explained by her illness,

and there was no direct cause.
She was not alone in the world.

She might've been the first

and she might've sparked sympathy
for a different reason,

especially if the angel of death

some kind of
personal connection to her,

and since then,
that connection's changed.

Or, the killer learned
from his or her mistake.

Better to choose a victim
with no one left behind.

We'll have to send a message
to follow up,

now the file didn't indicate
what happened to her remains,

so it might not be possible
to confirm either way.

Here's the personnel file.

Brian Martin worked at Ingram General
before moving over to Atlanta Memorial.

The Ingram General victim
died six months ago.

According to this,

Brian's last day at Ingram General
was a week after she died.

- One week later.
- Let's head over to the hospital.

I'll call Ingram General on the way,
see what I can find out.

I'll drive.

Thanks again for calling me back.

That was interesting.

Apparently the head nurse
at Ingram General Hospital

was convinced that a patient's death had
been helped along by one of her staff.

But she was hushed up
by administration.

I couldn't get anyone to confirm it,
but the head nurse did give me a name.

- Let me guess? Brian Martin.
- Yeah. I'm gonna call for backup.

Hi, Hailey?
Detective Montgomery?

I need you to come down
to the police station

for questioning in the murders
of Erica Schulman,

Sarah Van Valkenburg,
and Mary Smith.

I can't just leave my patients.

They're not your patients anymore, Brian.
This way.

No, you can't do this. I have
to stay here. My patients need me.

Brian? This way. Come on.

I'm a nurse. I help people.

- And did you help Erica Schulman?
- As best as I could.

And Sarah Van Valkenburg?

Poor woman.
At least she's out of pain now.

And would you say the same
about Mary Smith?

She was a sad case. Alone
in a strange city. I tried to comfort her.

Why are you asking me about them?

Tell me about your time
at Ingram General Hospital.

There's nothing to tell.
It was time to move on.

And why is that?

I know what happened, Brian.

I know that you ended a patient's
life at Ingram General Hospital

just before getting a job
at Atlanta Memorial.

- I didn't kill her.
- Then tell me what happened.

She was in so much pain.
I watched her suffering for weeks.

And she begged me to help her end it.

I had to help her.
Nobody else would.

Did you help Erica and Sarah
and Mary the same way?

I did everything I could for them.
For all of them.

I did the best that I could for them.

Did you steal Anne's
pharmacy passkey?

No. It was at the nurse's station.
I don't know how it got there.

You used the passkey
to swap out the digoxin for saline.

- Digoxin?
- The drug you used.

- I didn't use digoxin.
- Then what did you use?


He's confessed to the victim
at Ingram General.

I think we are close to a confession
for the other three at Atlanta Memorial.

I don't know, Monty.

He seemed very confused
when you brought up the digoxin.

At least we have enough to charge him
for what happened at Ingram General.

And the patients at Atlanta Memorial
can sleep easy tonight.

I'm not convinced.
Why go from insulin to digoxin?

Insulin is far easier to obtain,

and probably more likely
to be given by accident.

No one else fits the profile
of an angel of death.

I'm starting to wonder
if that was the right theory.

What's making you doubt it?

The Atlanta Memorial killer
was well organized.

Each death was planned very carefully.
That implies a more calculating mind.

And Brian doesn't have that.

An angel of death should be confident
in their decisions. Righteous.

All I see with Brian

is someone completely guilt ridden
over helping one person die.

I trust your instincts, Hailey.

But sometimes the most obvious suspect
is the guilty one.

This is definitely not a coffee shop.
Where are we?

- Your new workshop.
- What?

So I called mom,
and she told me that before I was born,

you were thinking of starting
a custom furniture business?

But then I came along and you went with
a steady job instead of taking the risk.

- That was a long time ago.
- Then this is long overdue.

I know the owner of the building,
so I got a good deal.

Now, I know it's a bit spartan, run down,
it's a good thing you're handy,

but here's a new work desk
to get your started.

- And this, to hang outside.
- Jonas...

You already have commissions.

Hailey and Sabrina both want new desks,
and I could use a new coffee table.

I appreciate it, son,
but I can't accept all this.

Dad, you worked a job you didn't love
for decades to provide for me.

You put me through
college and med school,

you postponed your dream
so that I could follow mine.

And I would do it all over again.

All I ever wanted
was for you to be happy.

Now all I want is to give you
that same gift.

You invested in my future.
Now I'm investing in yours.

What did your mother say
about all this?

She said thank goodness,
he'll finally have something to do again,

and while he's at it,
we could use a new credenza.

- Thank you, son.
- Thank you, Dad.

- Wanna see a movie tonight?
- I don't think I could concentrate.

I'm just a bit preoccupied
with this hospital case.

- I thought Monty caught the killer.
- Maybe.

But I still have that feeling
in the pit of my stomach.

The one that says it isn't over.

I know there is an explanation
for all of this,

I just don't know if it's the one
sitting in the police station right now.

Monty will get to the truth,
and you should rest easy

knowing Brian won't be
harming anyone else.

I guess so.

Hailey. We had a new victim
almost every other day.

But it stopped, didn't it?

As soon as we started looking
for an angel of death.

You don't know that no one
else would've died.

Except, Anne's pharmacy key was
returned before the deaths even started.

You think the killer planned
three deaths from the outset?

Maybe they were content
to leave it at that.

It would look like there was
an angel of death,

but be contained enough
not to get caught.

- Now, that's a very risky plan.
- But it worked.

- Or are you just overthinking this?
- Anything's possible.

- Yeah, I can get the dishes.
- Thanks. I really should go.

You get some rest,
I'll talk to you tomorrow?

'Kay. Bye.


Are you coming to meet me and Fincher
for a late celebration dinner?

He's still on his way from work,
but I've managed to snag the best table.

What's the occasion?

I've been fully reinstated at work,
and Fincher says it's all down to you.

I can't thank you enough.

Well, it was a group effort,
but I am so, so glad.

I'm just curious,

did anyone at the hospital know
we were looking for an angel of death?

I didn't say anything to anyone,
if that's what you're asking.

So, you didn't hear anyone
talking about it?

Not at all.

But I wouldn't expect something like that
to leak out of the CEO's office.

So you don't think Brian would've heard
that the police were onto that theory?

- I doubt it. Did Monty tell anyone?
- Only the interim CEO.

Robert's not interim anymore.

The board voted him in.
He's got the job he always wanted.

- Are you sure you won't come tonight?
- Maybe I will.

Do you think
he's still at the hospital right now?

9:00, probably.

I have a question I want to ask him.

This is Detective Montgomery,
please leave a message.

911, what's your emergency?

Are you still there?

Please leave...


I'm so sorry, I meant to get back
before you woke up,

but I couldn't get back into the pharmacy
to get more digoxin.

So that means that I only
have enough to kill Robert.

So I guess for you, it's just gonna have
to be murder the old-fashioned way.

I'm sure there's another way, Ivy.

I'm sorry, Hailey.
Truly, you were so nice to me.

But you do understand
that I can't just let you go.

So you were behind all of this?

I already told you.
My boyfriend doesn't appreciate me.

Everything I did, I did for him.
For you, Robert.

Robert? This whole time, I thought
you were talking about Brian.

The nurse? Brian? What gave you
the idea that I was with him?

I saw you with him
the day after Erica died.

- It looked like an intimate conversation.
- Of course it did.

You know what, he was telling me
the deepest, darkest secrets.

Like the time he killed one of his
patients on purpose.

And that's what gave you the idea
to frame him.

When Erica died and the police
showed up, I freaked out.

But it's okay,
because I did my research,

and digoxin isn't
on the usual drug panels.

So you left the bottle of digoxin
at the nurse's station,

hoping the police
would connect it back to Brian.

I felt a little bad for Brian, I did,
but the truth is, he deserved it.

He did kill that woman,
and he was the perfect cover.

But you, I am so sorry
for drugging you, honestly.

I just, I found the closest syringe to me.
I wasn't trying to kill you, Hailey.

No, you were just trying
to keep me from figuring out

how you swapped out the digoxin.

Yes, and it was all going so well,

because who would suspect
a little secretary?

Even one that works at a hospital
and knows how to use the internet.

You were right. No one did.

No, and then Robert
had to ruin it all.

If this whole thing was about Robert,

you must've heard the rumor
that he was seeing Erica.

Oh no, that wasn't a rumour.

He was seeing Erica,
at the same time as he was seeing me.

And he promised me
he would break up with her.

But he said, because she was the CEO,
he had to find the right time.

there never was a right time.

But you believed him.

No, I have always known
that Robert is a liar and a cheat.

But you know what, your heart
doesn't care what your head knows.

No, it doesn't. So you took matters
into your own hands.

If Robert wouldn't end it with Erica,
then you would end it for him.

- By ending her life.
- Exactly.

You know, Hailey, you understand me
more than Robert does.

How did you know Erica
had an arrhythmia?

She didn't have one.
I gave it to her.

I put digoxin in her coffee. But instead
of killing her, I only poisoned her,

but you know what,
it was easy enough to finish her off

when she was stuck in that bed.

And what about the others? Sarah Van
Valkenburg, Mary Smith? Why them?

Because they were single,

and they didn't have any family
who would ask after them.

They were actually the perfect victims
for an angel of death.

- You planned this meticulously.
- Yeah, I did.

I got rid of my competition.

I got Robert,
Robert got the job he always wanted.

And I even quit my job
so we could finally be together.

And then tonight,
Robert tells me that it is over for good.

Ivy, I know that Robert broke your heart,
but I also know that you still love him.

- It doesn't matter.
- It does, it does.

You love him,
and you want to protect him.

You want him to be happy
even if it means he's not with you.


I'm the only one
that makes you happy.

Drop that now!
Now! Put it down!

Hailey, you okay?

- Fincher, we're good?
- We're good, Monty.

- I know you were just doing your job.
- I just want to thank you, Fincher.

You got there just in time.

You seem to be managing things
well enough without me.

Maybe, but I've never been happier
to hear your voice.

Meghan told me
that you wanted to talk to Robert

and ask him some questions
this time of night.

I had a feeling that you were gonna find
yourself in one of them situations

you always find yourself in.

You know me so well.

And I plan on knowing you
for a lot longer.

- What do you say we get you home?
- Goodnight.

- Take care.
- See ya.

- Jonas...
- I just heard. You all right?

- I'm okay.
- I wish you would've called me first.

Then I wouldn't be getting
this amazing hug.

Please tell me you don't really think
you need to confront murderers

to earn my hugs?

Because if you do, we're going to have
a very serious conversation.

I don't think I wanna talk
any more tonight.

You know this isn't just
about me anymore.

If anything ever happens to you,
my father will kill me.

- Hello?
- Hey, Paulina, it's Hailey.

Do you want to have dinner
with me tonight?

We could do takeout at my house.

Hailey, that's so sweet,
but I have other plans.

- Okay. Another time.
- Sounds great.

Paulina, is everything all right?

No, Hailey. But it will be.
I'm gonna make sure of it.