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

HAILEY DEAN MYSTERIES:

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.

Bye.

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",

Fincher?

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.

Yeah...

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.

Yeah...

- 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.

Hey.

- 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.

Thanks.

Hi.

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.

Yeah.

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.

Safer?

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?

Digoxin?

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.

Yes.

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.

Yes.

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.

Hello?

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.

No.

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.

Okay.

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

financials

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.

Look.

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.

Fine.

This is a PR nightmare.

We don't want this to get out to the press

any more than you do.

Good.

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.

Hi.

- 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?

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?

No.

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

accident,

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,

obviously.

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

established

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?

Insulin.

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.

Hailey.

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.

Why?

I have a question I want to ask him.

This is Detective Montgomery,

please leave a message.

911, what's your emergency?

Hello?

Are you still there?

Hello?

Please leave...

Hailey.

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?

Why?

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.

Unfortunately,

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.

No!

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.