Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

Okey-dokey, Dr. Hunt,
one more pass

and we'll have you
out of there in a jiffy.

Super duper.

We've run every possible test,
we can't find anything wrong.

Just scan me again.

We've run them five times.

My hands still go numb.

No damage to the vertebrae.

Nerve conduction study?

Your condition is chronic
and undiagnosable.

Keep looking.



Every test we do on
you comes up negative.

It's been four years
since your car accident.

There's no improvement
to your paresthesia.

Your career as a
neurosurgeon is over, Megan.

Maybe it's time you accepted it.

You think I'd wanna come back?

All I'm saying is, you got
a whole new career now.

Most people would
count their blessings.

I'm not most people.

Megan Hunt.

Peter, what do we got here?

Oh, good morning to you too.

Female jogger. Angela
Swanson, age 32.

Trauma to the back of the head
and traces of foam in her mouth.



CSU is upriver trying to
search for where she went in.

Liver temp is 95.1
and water temp is 64.

Two hours, more or less.

Oh, Bud, Sam, this
is Dr. Megan Hunt.

I don't think you've pulled
her on a case before.

Oh, I've heard
all about Dr. Hunt.

This must be our lucky day.

Look at that.

Already we agree on something.

Our victim has blunt force
trauma to the back of the head,

preliminary
indications of drowning.

No scrapes or abrasions.

She went into the river
clean after being hit.

Liver temp puts it at
about two hours ago.

And whoever attacked her

did it on the west
side of the river.

How do you know that?

She got some sun this morning.

So?

So two hours ago the east
side of the river was in shadow.

That's it? You haven't
caught the murderer yet?

No, detective, give me time.

Autopsy, two hours.

Oh, and one more
thing, detectives.

Don't believe everything
you've heard about me.

The truth is much worse.

Dr. Hunt, 23-year-old man,

anemia and liver
failure but no cirrhosis

or history of Hepatitis B or C.

What are his copper levels?

Copper levels.

What do you want,
Ethan? Nothing.

But since you're asking,
I've got a female, age 41,

died in a sauna of
apparent heat stroke,

but her urine came
back normal for hydration.

What are her electrolytes?

They're these things in our
body that contain free ions.

Wait. I know.

You're thinking hyponatremia?

I'm thinking you should go now.

Hello, Megan.

Todd? What are you
doing at Lacey's school?

I'm not at Lacey's
school, I'm at the office.

What are you doing calling
her on her cell phone?

Well, you screen
my calls to the house.

You know, the phone
works both ways, Megs.

She could call you
if she wanted to.

Why would she want to?
I'm the bad guy, aren't I?

I would like to come to
Lacey's birthday, please.

Look, Megs, we've
been through this.

You know you're not
invited. Wait a minute.

You lost her just
like you lost me.

I just want... I'm sorry.

I gotta go. At least let me...

talk to her.

This is Dr. Megan
Hunt, medical examiner,

assisted by Peter Dunlop,
medical investigator,

performing an autopsy on
Angela Swanson, age 32.

So, what do we
know about our girl?

She's local. Grew
up in Narberth.

Senior associate at
Paige, Howell & Walker.

Single, no boyfriend.

Colleagues say she
was a workaholic,

pretty much lived at the office.

Well, she's obviously in
excellent physical condition.

Calluses on her feet,
a few minor scars,

healed bite marks
on the left forearm,

both posterior and
anterior, probably canine.

Keeps her nails clipped.

Little bit chewed.
Any DNA under them?

All in good time, detective.

Looks like she grinds her teeth.

Another sign of stress.

Scarring on the skull
above the hairline.

And a small nodule or
neoplasm at the base of her neck.

She got her head bashed in.

Can we get to the
murder weapon already?

Look at her.

Tell me what you see.

A dead girl.

I see a beautiful young woman

who ate well and kept fit.

For whom? A boyfriend?

Did she break up with him?

Look deeper. She
shows signs of stress.

A workaholic.

Was she up for partner?
Did she piss somebody off?

Was somebody
jealous, out to get her?

The answers are all here,
because that's what we do.

I honor the body
for what it tells me

about Angela Swanson's life.

And how that life
came to an end.

The body is the proof.

It will tell you everything
you need to know,

if you just have
the patience to look.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

The skull collapsed
into the occipital lobe

in a V-shaped depression.

There are flecks
of rust throughout.

Your murder weapon is heavy,

maybe cast iron,
square with a dull edge,

possibly a large plumber's
wrench or some kind of mallet.

And, detective... Yeah?

I take mine with
cream. No sugar.

- He's usually not so pleasant.
- Neither am I.

Heard you were some big
neurosurgeon a few years back.

Used to be.

So why are you working here?

You can't kill somebody
if they're already dead.

Yes, the Carol
Ramsey tote. Is it in yet?

Oh, great, okay. I'll be in.

What is your name
again? Thank you.

Working hard, I see. Heh.

You here just to annoy me?

I put a hold on Angela's
stomach contents.

The liquid we found was
some kind of sports drink.

And the tissue sample
from her neck is at the lab.

And the diaphragm too, right?

Yeah, that too.

About that, why does a
woman wear a diaphragm

on her morning run?

Well, she either she had sex

or was planning
on having sex, or...?

Some women use them as a
barrier before they get their period.

I didn't know that. Clearly.

And what about the
scar above her hairline?

I got two calls in to her
physician but no answer yet.

Then let's go find out
for ourselves, shall we?

Brain dissection?

Cool.

Dr. Hunt.

Curtis.

I'm a doctor too, you know.

And yet no one calls
you that. Strange.

I understand you ordered
an ANA panel on a suicide.

What are you doing ordering

a thousand-dollar
autoimmune test

on a guy who
blew his brains out?

Do you know why he
blew his brains out?

No, I do not. Neither do I.

But now we both know

it had nothing to do
with his immune system.

Look, I'm deputy
chief medical examiner.

The entire budget of this
office is on my shoulders.

You keep pulling that crap,

I don't care how
many friends you have.

What makes you
think I have friends?

It's true. She doesn't have any.

Mild depression

and hemosiderin staining
from prior brain trauma,

causing a lesion
of the amygdala,

approximately two years ago.

What does all that mean?

It means Angela's been
hit on the head before.

And I do have friends,
thank you very much.

Yeah? Like who?

So amygdala regulates
emotional learning

and fear conditioning...
Room one, this is Peter.

And sexual arousal.

A lesion like this would
turn everything upside down,

so heightened emotions,
loss of fear and hypersexuality.

Okay, thanks.

Call the lab and tell
them to put a rush

on the diaphragm results.

You were right, Angela
was hit on the head before.

She had an ex-boyfriend
named Tom Hanson.

He threw her down a flight of
stairs and put her in a coma.

Morris has tracked him to a
halfway house in Overbrook.

He was paroled three weeks ago.

Now, we can come, but
we're just supposed to observe.

Yeah.

Like that's gonna happen.

I loved Angela. I
would never hurt her.

What do you call throwing
her down a flight of stairs?

I didn't. We got in a fight
outside my apartment.

The neighbors heard
us yelling at each other,

but they didn't see
her trip all by herself.

I got screwed, man. Two
years for something I didn't do.

Then why didn't Angela
back up your story?

She couldn't.
Post-coma memory loss.

It's consistent
with the autopsy.

I don't suppose you two
had sex this morning, did you?

What?

Dr. Hunt, can I have a word
with you outside, please?

Here's how this is
supposed to work.

You tell us what you
know, we ask the questions,

and then we catch the bad guy.

So this morning you
weren't being serious,

you were just mocking me?

Let's say Angela did fall
down the stairs accidentally.

That's all the more reason
for Hanson to hold a grudge.

Angela was hit on
the back of the head.

If Hanson killed her,

don't you think he'd
want her to see his face,

know that he was punishing
her for sending him to prison?

And Angela didn't have any
defensive wounds, did she?

Because she never saw it
coming. Hanson didn't do it.

Is that a fact?
Let's call it a theory.

Look, here's a theory.

He bashed her on the head
and tossed her in the river.

Case closed. Maybe.

You're an ex-cop,

put a muzzle on that woman
or I'm gonna do it for you.

Unbelievable.

Smooth, Megan, very smooth.

I'm right, he's wrong.

The question is,
how to prove it?

I know this is very
difficult for you,

but when was the last
time you spoke with Angela?

About a week ago. She'd
just finished with the trial.

What did you talk about?

It was just a hello.

She was going to bed.

She had a sore throat.

Strep, I think she said.

Do you know what
was she taking for it?

No.

Excuse me.

Did Angela's dog ever bite her?

Oh, you mean the
scars on her arm?

No, Buddy was
killed by a pit bull.

She tried to save him.

I notice that there's a lot
of pictures of Angela alone.

Did she have friends? Not many.

In school, she was
always about her grades,

all about her career after that.

What about romantically? Was
she seeing anybody recently?

No.

I... I got her doctor
on the phone.

It was Strep A. She
was taking erythromycin.

Oh, one last question.

Two years ago, after
her fall down the stairs,

did you notice any change
in Angela's behavior?

You have to understand,
we've always loved our daughter.

But when she was a teenager,
she became a hard, driven girl.

She left home, sometimes
we wouldn't hear from her

for months.

But after the coma, it was
like we got her back again.

Our little girl.

She would

come by once a week.

She'd call just to say hello.

I've heard of someone getting
some sense knocked into them.

But feelings? That's a new one.

I'd throw my ex down the stairs

if I thought I'd get
the same result.

Here you go. Thank you.

It looks like a
pumpkin wearing a tutu.

It is the Carol
Ramsey Ruffle Tote.

And before you
make another crack

it's not for me, it's
for my daughter.

Do you ever even
look at a price tag?

She's gonna be 12, I wanted
to get her something nice, okay?

For $1100?

Are you seriously
considering this?

Please stop talking.

Okay, but getting your
daughter that bag is a bad idea.

Oh, really? And what could you
possibly know about my daughter?

You know something,
you're right.

I've been assigned to you
for what, six months now?

What could I possibly
know about your daughter?

Lacey lives with her father.

We divorced five years ago.

He got full custody.

And he got it because a
woman who works 18 hours a day

is an absentee mother,

and a man who works the
same hours is a good provider.

Do you have any
idea what it takes

to be a practicing neurosurgeon?

I was damn good at what I did.

I saved lives,

and if I had missed playdates

and phone calls because
of that, then I'm very sorry.

But I was under the
bizarre impression

that my husband had my back.

And instead he...

I lost my child to my career.

And then I lost my career.

All because of
the damn accident.

My hands still go numb.

I... I still don't
get the handbag.

It's all I'm allowed to do.

I pay for summer camp
and dance lessons,

and whatever she needs,

and then he tells her that
I'm trying to buy her affection.

Which you're not?

I'm trying to have
a relationship

with my daughter, okay?

Well, maybe you should just try

having some fun
with her, you know?

You know what?

Let's just forget we
had this conversation.

Dr. Hunt, the chief wants
to see you. Dr. Hunt.

That would be our boss.
I'm still not talking to you.

Or the chief, apparently.
Good career strategy.

I'll handle the chief. You light
a fire under somebody's ass.

I want those diaphragm results.

Okay.

What do you want,
Ethan? Nothing.

I'm really not in the mood.

Okay, that female heat
stroke victim I mentioned?

Her electrolytes were normal.

Negative tox for
drugs and alcohol too.

Any psychological problems?
Depression, paranoia?

Why?

I mean, I'll find out. Uh...

What do I do if there were?

Order an ANA panel.

Wait.

Isn't that the test that got
you in trouble with Curtis?

Great.

Do you want something
or are you just lurking?

I didn't know if you
were talking to me again.

Fingerprints?

Finger impressions from finger
oils that survived the water.

I also found damaged hair
shafts at the same location.

If they were torn as a
result of the head wound,

the edges would be
rough and fractured.

But these are uniform,
intact and compressed.

So they were either cut
by a dull pair of scissors

or caught in
something and pinched.

Like a bracelet, segmented
watchband, or a ring maybe.

I think you're right.

You got the diaphragm
results. Hmm.

They found trace
amounts of semen.

The DNA tests will take a few
days but one thing's for sure.

There were no spermatozoa.

The guy had a vasectomy.

Do you know any bachelors
that would get snipped

instead of wearing a condom?

Not one.

Huh.

She was sleeping
with a married man.

The police say she pretty
much lived at the office.

So if she was having an affair,

odds are it was with
somebody at work.

So why ask me?

He had a vasectomy.

Where else would he go?

You're the number
one ball-cutter

in all of Philadelphia.

I thought you held that title.

Look, we go way back, Megan.

But you're asking me to
betray doctor-patient privilege,

and you know I won't do that.

I'm not asking for me,

I'm asking for a woman
who was murdered.

Tell me something.

This new you, Megan Hunt, ME,

who seems to care
about dead people

more than she ever
did about the living.

Is she for real?

Or is she just
working off her guilt

after killing a patient
on the operating table?

Both.

If you'll excuse me, I
need to use the restroom.

Bradford Paige. Please come in.

Mr. Paige, I appreciate
you meeting with us.

We're trying to
establish a timeline

for anyone who might
have seen Angela yesterday.

Uh, where were you
at 8:30 in the morning?

I was at home preparing
notes for a meeting.

Can anyone back that up?

No, my wife, Jill, was taking
our sons into school early.

- She's a school nurse.
- You're head

of the Partnership
Committee. Yes.

Angela was a
seventh-year associate.

Isn't that the cutoff year?

If you don't make partner
you never will? So?

So how long you
been sleeping with her?

What? Angela had sex yesterday

with a man who had a vasectomy.

Even without the sperm
I can still match for DNA.

Care to give me a sample? Dr...

She was sleeping
with you. That's not true.

She was in a position
to ruin your marriage

and sue your law firm if she
didn't get what she wanted.

I know my rights.

So you followed her,
bashed her on her head,

threw her into the river.

Okay, that's it.
You are out of here.

Dr. Hunt, it is
time for you to go.

Todd, I told you I cannot
pick Lacey up today.

I have surgery in half an
hour and I'm late already.

I have a job.

You wanna tell me what the
hell you were doing up there?

Just a little good cop/bad cop.

I was softening him up for you.

Wanna know what the problem
with that is? You're not a cop.

You talk like that to a suspect,
you could blow my investigation.

I know a lot of ME's,
and none of them

are as big a pain in
the ass as you are.

They're also not
as good as I am.

You like to think
that, don't you?

When did she kick
you out, detective?

You have an impression
on your ring finger

where a wedding ban
was recently removed.

That cut on your chin is
from a double-bladed razor,

probably disposable.

And your aftershave,

I'm hoping it's the best
the hotel has to offer.

Work with me or not, detectives,

but I want justice for Angela
just as much as you do.

Fine.

Paige denied everything.

The last time he saw Angela
was at the firm's annual dinner,

Sunday night.

She sat at his table
but she didn't stay long.

She had a sore
throat. He's lying.

About the sex, maybe,

but that doesn't
make him a murderer.

Hanson had motive.

So does Paige if Angela
was blackmailing him

to make partner.

Angela didn't need
to blackmail him.

She'd already made partner.

She won a big lawsuit
a couple weeks ago.

It wasn't public yet,

but the Partnership
Committee had already voted.

And there goes your theory.

Let's get out of here.

You know, that guy's gonna
be a lieutenant someday,

so you might try playing
nice once in a while.

What was the lawsuit about?

Angela was defending a
member of the Roberts family.

Roberts?

That's as close to royalty
as Philadelphia gets.

Yeah, and get this. Their dog
attacked a boy in Fairmont Park.

Angela was attacked by a
dog when she was a teenager.

Which makes you wonder, right?

What the hell was she doing
defending a case like that?

He hasn't talked since
the trial, you know.

Not a word.

That was three weeks ago.

Bad enough getting
attacked by a dog.

That bitch lawyer
put him on the stand

and blames him for everything.

Mr. Young, where were you
two days ago around 8:30 a.m.?

Work, janitor at the Community
College of Philadelphia.

Did anyone see you there?

Why?

Because about that time,
Angela Swanson was murdered.

And you think I killed her?

Get the hell out of my house.

Get the hell out of my house.
Okay, we can do this downtown.

Did you know that
Angela was bitten

by a pit bull when
she was a teenager?

Detectives, if you don't mind?

Mr. Young, I'm sure
the trial was hard on you.

I'm sure that you hated Angela
for what she did to your son.

But, what I don't understand

is how she ended up on
the other side of your lawsuit.

She wasn't on the
other side, was she?

She's right.

Angela came by
the day after the trial.

She told me about her
dog, showed me her scars.

She said that she wanted
to settle out of court

but she got overruled.

And she gave me this.

What is it?

Grounds for my appeal.

Information withheld
by the law firm,

saying that the dog
that mauled my son

was an attack dog

trained to do just that.

Mr. Young, do you know
who overruled Angela

for settling out of court?

Oh, yeah. Angela's
boss, Bradford Paige.

So you think Paige killed Angela

because she went
behind his back?

It's a theory. Hold on a second.

Why would she give
privileged information to Young

knowing she would reverse
the case she just won?

After her fall down the stairs,
Angela wasn't the same person.

She had an affair, she
violated attorney-client privilege,

and she started calling
her mother just to say hello.

Guess we're gonna have
to go talk to Paige again.

Without you, if you don't mind?

I don't mind at all.

Oh, doctor, the chief really
needs to see you. Dr. Hunt.

Ah. Hello, chief.

Let's have a talk, shall we?

So Ethan tells me he
ordered an ANA panel

on your recommendation.

I'm so sorry. It was Curtis.

So? So you've
been rather profligate

with our lab budget lately.

An ANA panel on a suicide,

now an ANA panel
on a heat stroke victim.

The suicide didn't leave a note.

Had a family history
of Lou Gehrig's disease.

If he thought he
was symptomatic,

it would explain why
he took his own life.

We're not interested in the
why. Maybe you're not, but I am.

And if I'm going to understand
what happened to my patients,

I will order any test
that I deem necessary.

If you don't like it, fire me.

Don't test me.

You blow my budget, that's
exactly what I'm gonna do.

Before you do that,
my heat stroke victim?

She didn't die of
heat stroke. What?

She showed psychological
symptoms, paranoia, depression.

Yeah, just like you said.

Then given normal
electrolytes and hydration

her ANA panel,
in all likelihood,

showed elevated levels

of anticardiolipin
immunoglobulin G.

Which if it does, means
she was hypercoaguable.

Combine that with
depression and paranoia,

we have a diagnosis
of what, Curtis?

Can I see that for a minute?

Thank you.

Lupus!

I would've gotten
that eventually.

Yeah, I know.

Eventually.

If there's nothing else, I
have my own case to attend to.

That's it? That's
all you're gonna do?

I will deal with
Dr. Hunt in my own way.

Is there anything else?

Yeah, you could tell people
to call me "doctor" around here.

What are you still doing
here? New lab results.

This is a Giemsa stain

of the nodule
from Angela's neck.

It's a benign neurofibroma.

You see these purple cells?

Those are mast cells.

They're degranulated. But why?

Degranulation is caused
by physical trauma,

but this is tissue
taken from her neck,

not from the head injury.

So, what caused it?
How about a bicycle?

What? For your daughter.

I mean, nothing
says fun like a bicycle.

Can't you see I'm working here?

Yeah, I see you all right.

I see someone who reminds me
an awful lot of Angela Swanson.

Workaholic. No friends.

Just her career to
keep her company.

But then one day
a miracle happens.

She falls down
a flight of stairs

and she discovers emotion.

And empathy.

You've had this high-flying
life and now you're here,

and you're still pissed
at that car accident

that made it happen.

But maybe that car accident

was your own
fall down the stairs

and you're just too scared
to let the benefits kick in.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Megan, you talk
about your daughter

like you're stuck with
only one card to play.

But you're not stuck at all.

But if you really
wanna connect with her,

give her something that
comes from your heart.

Okay? Because nobody
gives a damn about a handbag.

Lab one, Dr. Hunt.

Thank you.

They made an arrest
on the Swanson case.

Bradford Paige?

No, Angela's
ex-boyfriend, Tom Hanson.

And we have a witness now

that puts you in the park
at 8:30 in the morning.

Okay.

Yes, I was there.

It doesn't make me a murderer.

It makes you a liar.

I did two years for
something I didn't do,

she won't even answer my calls?

I went there to talk
to her, not to kill her.

Then what did happen,
Mr. Hanson? Hmm? What happened?

I wanted to look her
in the eye, face to face.

Find out why she
hung me out to dry.

Hey.

Morris?

I thought you were
zeroed in on Paige.

Paige didn't do
it. We got our guy.

Were you listening in there?

Hanson wanted a confrontation
that never happened.

What is it with you?

You can't just be a regular ME,

you have to be the
Smocked Crusader?

Why don't you do us all a favor,

go back to being whatever
it was you were before.

I can't. I killed someone.

Don't all surgeons lose
patients on the operating table?

What's your point?

Well, would you go back to
neurosurgery if you could?

What are you, my shrink now?

Okay, you know what, Megan?

Forget about it, okay?

Peter.

Her name was Marianne.

A tumor on the optic nerve.

And there was an autopsy
as part of the inquest.

All those hours
studying the scans,

rehearsing the operation,

and I never knew that she
had a broken heart tattoo

because of an old boyfriend,

or that she fractured her arm

horseback riding
when she was a kid,

or dozens of other things
that her body revealed to me

that our conversations
never did.

And the truth is,

until she died, I
never really cared.

Okay, but that still
doesn't really answer

my question, does it?

Yes, it does.

Don't you have a
birthday party to go to?

I don't have a present.

And don't you dare say bicycle.

Are you seriously telling me

that you can't
think of one thing

that was important
to you as a kid

that you'd want your
daughter to have?

Oh, finally. So, what is it?

Hey, guys, want a
piece? No, thanks.

When I was a kid,
Lacey's age actually,

my dad he had this tool
shed in the back yard...

Oh, come on, it's delicious.

I'm sorry, nut allergy.

Yeah, so he had a tool
shed in the back yard and...?

What? Allergies.

Do me a favor,
get this to the lab,

have them run a tox screen
for prescription medication.

Okay, but that'll take a while.

In that case, I'm going
to Lacey's birthday party.

I thought you didn't
have a present.

I know what I'm getting her.

All I wanna do is give her...

You just had to
come, didn't you?

Dad, who is it?

It's your mother.

Hi. Dad said you couldn't come.

He just meant that I
couldn't stay very long.

Just a couple of minutes.

He lied, didn't he?

Your dad just wants
what's best for you.

So do I.

Just can't seem to
agree on what that is.

How's the party? It's okay.

Did I miss the cake?
Like you'd eat cake.

Try me sometime.

I brought you a present.

What is it?

Remember that picture
of me and Grandpa

in front of his tool shed?

Yeah?

Well, that shed
was his sanctuary.

It was the only place he went

where he could
hide from the world.

And nobody can get in there.

I mean nobody.

And then one day, when
I was about your age,

he gave me the key.

That's the key to my apartment

where you'll always be welcome.

A sanctuary

or an escape
whenever you need it.

Whatever you want it to be.

You have fun, okay?

There's something wrong here.

Test came back
positive for amoxicillin.

Why do you think
something's wrong?

Angela wasn't
taking amoxicillin,

she was taking erythromycin.

Exactly. Call Detective Morris.

Tell him to get a search
warrant for Paige's house

and have him meet us
there as soon as he possible.

Morris.

Why so glum? Thought
you'd be happy to see me.

Not after getting
laughed at by the DA.

They didn't buy your theory
and we don't have a warrant.

Then why are you here?

I know backing down
isn't in your nature,

so you just better be right.

What do you want?

Did you love Angela?

Bradford, who is
it? I got it, honey.

She was here the morning
she died, wasn't she?

I'm a lawyer. I know my rights.

And you guys can't be
here without a warrant.

If you loved her, you'd help us.

Or were you just screwing her?

Yeah, she was here, all
right? And yes, I loved her.

Yes to all of it, but I
would never kill her.

- What's going on?
- Uh, it's the police.

They're, uh, looking
into Angela's death.

Mrs. Paige, on Sunday evening
at the firm's annual dinner,

did Angela happen to mention
that she had strep throat?

Um... Yes.

Did she also mention
what she was taking for it?

I'm guessing she did.

In fact, I'm almost
positive she told you

she was taking erythromycin

for an infection of
beta-streptococcus group A.

The interesting thing
about beta-strep group A

is that it's rare in adults,

unless they contract
it from their children.

Mrs. Paige, have your sons
had strep throat recently?

So, what if they have?
What are you implying?

You didn't know it, but
you got strep from your son

and passed it on to Angela.

That's how your wife knew
you were having an affair.

And that's why
you killed Angela.

This is ridiculous. Is it?

Mr. Paige, we'd like
permission to search your house.

Jill, did you have
anything to do with this?

No.

Then you have nothing to hide.

Mr. Paige?

Okay, search it. Bradford.

Mrs. Paige, I'm gonna
need you to stay out here.

Not only did your wife know
that you gave strep to Angela,

she also knew, as a nurse,

that erythromycin is
prescribed to people

who are fatally
allergic to penicillin

and its most common
derivative, amoxicillin.

On the morning that
Angela was murdered,

she dropped your
sons off at school

and came back to find you
having sex here with Angela.

During which you left
your handprint on her neck

and her hair caught
in your wedding band.

Instead of confronting
you, she had a better idea.

Spike Angela's sports drink

with the same amoxicillin
your sons were taking

for their strep throat.

Essentially poisoning her.

Angela made it all
the way to the river

before she went into
anaphylactic shock.

She started to shake,
couldn't breathe...

and lost her balance.

The back of her
head struck something

when she fell into the water.

Dr. Hunt.

When this formulation matches
the contents of Angela's stomach

that will be it.

Wanna say anything?

I wish it had been you.

Jill Paige, you are under arrest

for the murder of
Angela Swanson.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be held against you

in a court of law.

You have the
right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

Do you understand these
rights as I have read them to you?

Guess I'll see you at trial.

Yes, you will.

Doctor. Detective.

What? What are you grinning at?

Well, it's not like
you not to rub it in.

Get in the car.

Got a lot of phone calls
about you before I hired you.

"She's brilliant and driven."

"She throws elbows
but gets results."

I didn't think it was possible

they were underselling
you, but they were.

In one year, you've managed

to make even
city hall notice us.

You're welcome?

But the knives will come
out the minute you screw up,

and even I won't
be able to help you.

You know, I may never
have a resume like yours

but there is something
that I know that you don't.

You let this job
get too personal

and you're gonna
burn yourself out.

You let me worry
about that, okay?

Do you have any friends?

Why?

Get some.

You can't fight
everybody, everywhere,

all the time, alone.

Goodbye, Angela.