Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 1, Episode 3 - Helping Hand - full transcript

Oh, thank you, sir.

I thought you were supposed
to have the day off today.

I had the whole
thing planned out.

A new book, an old Bordeaux
and some stinky cheese.

So, what happened?
Short-staffed, I guess.

Dr. Matheson's wife had a baby.

Oh!

I didn't even know
he was married.

I'm shocked.

You printed it, right?

Turn the infernal
thing off, would you?



You're a liar and a cheat...
Good morning, detective.

Soon to be afternoon, then night

and then the whole
monotonous shebang

just Groundhog
Day's back up on itself.

This girl could be
hardly more than 24.

Twenty-three.

Elena Rosas' ID says
she's from Wynnefield.

The body was
discovered by the maid

after she heard the gunshot.

Did she have any personal
belongings, luggage?

Just a purse.

There was a cell
phone and a wallet,

but no money or car keys.

Maybe a robbery gone bad, huh?



She's well-groomed,
nicely-dressed.

She doesn't belong here.

There is a distinct lack
of blood around the body

and people don't usually die

from a single gunshot
wound to the arm.

And here's where you tell me
she's actually made of straw

or was born with three hearts.

How about you give
me the cause of death,

so I can move on with my day?

I'd be happy to, detective.

If I knew what it was.

Our victim paid cash
and didn't sign the register.

Imagine that.

What was she
doing in this place?

I doubt it was for the
continental breakfast

and the free Wi-Fi.

Maybe she's a prostitute.

She was wearing a business suit.

It's not exactly
the sexiest outfit.

Unless you're into
that sort of thing.

Anyway, in typical
no-tell motel fashion,

our manager knows nothing.

Except that she
showed up in a car.

And I quote, one of those
"boxy" Japanese jobs.

And now it's gone.

Okay. Hey, what's
up with Bud today?

Oh, again? Yep.

It's gonna be one of those days.

Oh, sorry. Uh, I was just
rearranging your instruments.

The new diener had them
completely out of order.

How do you know what
order I want them in?

Well, you know,

they don't call me Eagle
Eye Ethan for nothing.

Nobody calls me that.

Hey. Hey.

What was that all about this
morning at the crime scene?

What was what all about?

You and Sam.

The arched
eyebrows, the sighing.

You mean to tell
me you didn't notice?

There was a murder
victim to attend to.

I think that takes
precedence over...

Whatever it is you're
going to tell me.

Bud's mood, the way he
was barking at everybody?

God, isn't he always like that?

Buddy's having problems
with his wife again.

I thought he was
divorced. Ha-ha-ha.

You know, if you applied
that laser focus you have

to the people around you,
you wouldn't have to ask.

Elena Rosas looks to be in
very good physical condition.

She has two
lacerations on the gums

above the right
upper lateral incisor.

There's some kind of
dried liquid on her blouse.

Run that after you put the
clothes on the drying rack.

No problem.

Also, swab this
right forefinger.

Looks like there's some
kind of blue ink on it.

Bruises on the right forearm.

Matching ones on her left. Hm.

Cuts in the mouth,
bruises on the arm.

Looks like she might have
tried to fight off her killer.

Aha. That's why she didn't bleed
very much. It's an ABC wound.

ABC?

A, being the
initial entry wound.

The bullet travels through
the arm providing B,

the exit wound.

And C is the re-entry
wound in her torso.

And the arm was pressed
against the body as she fell,

preventing blood loss.

So she was killed
by a shot in the arm.

Let's get some pictures.

- There's the bullet.
- It's in bad shape.

It's not unusual since it
impacted several bones

on its way in.

Looks like it punctured
the ascending aorta.

She bled out internally.

So that's our cause of death.

I know that Bud and Sam

are tearing that
motel room apart,

but it's gonna be
near impossible

for them to tie a
deformed bullet

to the shooter's gun
without the striations.

Megan.

Come back to me.

Look at that.

Surgical clips.

She had brain surgery.

I have to see what
was done to her.

Once a neurosurgeon...

The scarring looks to be
at least a few years old.

Clean sutures. Nice work.

Oh, my God. What?

What is it?

This girl...

She was one of my patients.

How are you doing?

How could I not
recognize a former patient?

I'm still wondering what
tipped you off exactly.

Neurosurgeons all perform
surgery in their own unique way.

It's almost like a signature.

Some drill more than
one hole in the skull.

And for that particular
surgery, I usually drilled three.

I also beveled the bone
edges so that they were smooth

and used five millimeter
burr hole covers

to cap the bone removal.

And those surgical clips...

Medical file came for you.
From Northeast General.

Isn't that where you...?

You're welcome.

Isn't that where
you used to work?

Elena Rosas was
one of her patients.

Six years ago.

She'd had an arteriovenous
malformation in her brain.

Abnormal tangle of blood
vessels that forms before birth.

You can live your whole life
and not even know you have one.

But she slipped
near a swimming pool

causing hers to rupture. Huh.

You saved her life.

You think that would
make me remember her.

You've had hundreds of
patients before and after.

You can't be expected
to remember...

Wait, I do remember her.

I couldn't embolize
the deep feeders

from the left middle
cerebral artery

because of the risk of aphasia
so I mobilized the AVM nidus.

That's good, right?

I can't remember Elena
Rosas as a patient,

but I can remember her
as a surgical procedure?

A lot's changed since then.

Has it?

Where are you going?

I am going to apologize
to her the only way I can:

try to find her killer.

Excuse me. I was told to see...

Dr. Hunt?

Mr. Rosas.

Oh, hey. Ethan.

Did you run those trace
samples on Elena Rosas?

Yeah. Yeah. The, uh,
blue dye on her finger

was too diluted to
get a reading on.

But the crusty trace
on her blouse was milk.

Milk? What kind? Uh...

Human. Go ahead
and say it, Ethan.

Heh. Breast milk. Go on.

Okay, I don't have
to. You just did.

So her baby spit up on her.

Except Elena wasn't lactating.

And we didn't see any changes
in the shape of her cervical os.

So she's never
even been pregnant.

Well, whose baby was it then?

Uh, well, we...

That test really
doesn't give us a name.

Heh. Or am I missing something?

I didn't expect to see you here.

You're, uh, no longer
with Northeast General?

Uh, no, I gave up my
practice a few years ago.

I'm a medical examiner now.

Oh, so you've seen...

My baby. I am so
sorry, Mr. Rosas.

You know,

you were actually a
big influence on her.

I was? Oh, you remember.

Elena's mother died
when she was very young.

She grew up without
many women around.

No role models.

And then she fell

and needed the operation.

When she opened her eyes again,

you were the
first thing she saw.

This brilliant woman
who gave her her life back.

She decided then she
wanted to make a difference.

Like you.

Thank you for telling me that.

She became a social worker

with, uh, Child
Protective Services.

She sounds like an
admirable young woman.

She was.

Hardworking, selfless.

Never took time
for herself. Ha, ha.

I urged her to move
out of the house,

to find somebody.

Maybe start her own family.

She said there were
too many other families

to take care of first.

How could anybody
do this to her?

We are going to
find out, Mr. Rosas.

I promise you that.

Elena's supervisor
is on a phone call.

He'll be right with us.

Where's Bud?

I convinced him to
take a long lunch.

Because of his wife?

What? JEREMY: Sorry about that.

Jeremy Nichols.

Can't believe what happened.

Mr. Nichols, we just have
a few questions for you.

How long did Elena work here?

About a year and a half.

And your department oversees
the city's foster care program?

They also investigate
any reported instances

of child abuse or neglect.

That's correct.

So it would be pretty
standard for Elena

to get in the middle
of volatile situations?

All too standard.

Did Elena ever
receive any threats?

Well, if she did, she
never mentioned any.

She was pretty tough.
I really admired her.

Can we see her cases?

Uh, sure. We're all forced to
bite off more than we can chew.

But Elena handled
her share and more.

How do you mean?

Well, we're pressured to
close cases within 30 days.

But she did follow-up
visits for as long as it took.

As long as what took?

For her to be sure that
the minor was being treated

in a way that satisfied
her and not just the system.

With our volume,
you can start to see

these kids as case
files and statistics,

but she really got to know
each and every one of them.

Did Elena have ever any business

at the Midtown Motel
on Jackson Street?

I can't see why. That area's
not even in her territory.

Then where was
she supposed to be?

Well, she had five home
visits scheduled this morning.

I have no way of knowing

which ones she got
around to visiting.

I do. She had dried
breast milk on her blouse.

Do any of those
cases involve a baby?

Hello?

You Holly Bennett?

Sorry, uh, we were on a
walk when I got your call.

I came as soon as I could.

Here, baby.

I'll just be a second, okay?

Um, Elena was killed?

I just saw her this morning.

We realize that,

which is why we've come
to ask a few questions.

Oh, sure. What about?

Child Protective Services
stopped by a few months ago

to investigate a possible
domestic violence situation.

Yeah, it was just
my boyfriend, Freddy.

He yelled a lot.

Yeah, Elena didn't find
any evidence of abuse,

but she did find cocaine.

Didn't she take your
baby away from you

until the two of you
were drug tested?

Yeah, those drugs were Freddy's.

I never touched the stuff
and the test proved it.

I got Tessa back.

We checked every home
she was supposed to visit,

and she never made
it to any of them.

That's a long time to
spend just with you.

Yeah, she noticed
I was depressed.

About what? Freddy.

I kicked him out.
Thanks to Elena.

I mean, she said being a parent
is a lot more than just biology,

that you had to earn the right.

I don't regret it at all.

But, you know, sometimes
it's hard being alone.

Did Elena hold your
baby when she was here?

Yeah, they were playing.

She's great with kids.

Tessa spit up on her.
She didn't even blink.

She would have been a great mom.

Do you have any idea
where she might have gone

after she left your house?

I'm not sure.

But she did get a phone call.

Do you happen to know
who that might have been?

No, but she sounded
a little stressed.

And she took off pretty quick.

I just wanted to see
how things were going.

Uh, Sam is poring
over Elena's case files.

I want to get a closer
look at this bullet.

No, I actually meant how
are things going with you?

Fine. I'm fine.

It's not that hard, you know.
To connect with people.

Just take an interest.

What are you talking about?

Nothing. So the bullet.

You're, uh... You were
looking for something?

Yeah, it is a .32

and too deformed to
run through ballistics,

just like Peter thought.

But I thought I'd like to see
if there was anything else.

Like that.

There's something
caked on the bullet.

So it hit something
before it entered our victim.

Yeah, but not something.

Someone.

You found another person's
skin on the tip of the bullet?

How do you know it
doesn't belong to the victim?

Elena Rosas was Hispanic.

That skin showed a
distinct lack of pigment.

It's Caucasian.

I sent a sample to the DNA
lab. Maybe we'll get an ID.

Someone else was
shot in that motel room.

The question is did the
killer get shot in a struggle,

or do we have another
victim out there?

CSU processed the entire room,

and the only blood
they found was Elena's.

There were no spatter patterns.
No spatter means no trajectory.

We have no way of knowing

where Elena was standing
when she was shot.

And no idea where the
shooter was in the room either.

We did find a busted-out
window in the bathroom.

May have been the
killer's entry and exit points.

But there were no biologicals.
Where does that leave us?

I'm still stuck on
what she was doing

in that motel room
in the first place.

Holly Bennett said
Elena got a phone call.

From a payphone.

Are we sure Elena
that wasn't doing

any other social
services on the side?

She wasn't a prostitute, okay?

Fine, whatever.

What happened here?

Okay, could you leave me alone?

I'm just saying.

Sam spoke to Elena's father,

and he didn't know of
anybody she was seeing.

But if she did wanna see
somebody under the radar,

that motel would be perfect.

I think he would know.

They were living
under the same roof.

Even the most observant
person in the world

can miss what's going
on right in front of them.

If you are so sure that
she was hiding something,

then let's go find
out for ourselves.

Fine. But we're taking two cars.

Dr. Hunt.

I'm sorry to bother
you, Mr. Rosas.

This is my colleague,
Detective Bud Morris.

Sir, I'm very
sorry for your loss.

Thank you. Would
you mind if we came in?

Oh, of course not.
Please, come in.

Please.

Uh, you mentioned that,
uh, you encouraged Elena

to get out more to try
and meet somebody.

Did she ever follow your advice?

No. Like I told the other
detective, she never went out.

Except for work.

Would you mind if we took a
look at your daughter's bedroom?

It's at the end of the hall.

If you don't
mind, I can't go in.

Not yet.

Thank you.

I heard you took a
long lunch yesterday.

What are you, my time clock now?

You wanna talk about it?

Talk about what?

Your wife.

I can't take an interest?

Why now, all of a sudden?

Never mind.

She says I take her for
granted, then I blow up.

Then she blows up.

Tells me I'm married
more to my job than to her.

Then she's glad
we never had kids.

I tell her somebody's
gotta pay the mortgage,

and she gets pissed.

Kicks me out.

My stuff goes flying
out the window,

and I find myself picking
everything out of the bushes,

wondering which hotel
has the best minibar.

So much for sharing.

Check it out.
Philly Floral Works.

Elena had an admirer.

"Hope you reconsider."

"Jeremy."

Mr. Nichols,

you neglected to tell us
you had a thing for Elena.

We spent a lot of time together.

It was natural.

For you. Maybe not for her.

What were you hoping
she would reconsider

when you gave her the flowers?

We had a dinner date last
week but she cancelled.

Said she didn't feel right
about going out with her boss.

Sounds like she was trying
to tell you to leave her alone.

No, no. She was just shy.

Found this by the trash.

Guess the flowers didn't work.

Believe me, I am a connoisseur
of failed romantic gestures.

Bet you that rejection
pissed you off.

Lift up your shirt
sleeves. What for?

Caucasian skin was found
on the bullet that killed Elena.

Take off the bandage, please.

Look like a bullet wound to you?

No. It's a bite mark.

Are we done here?

You're not exactly off the hook.

Elena had cuts in her mouth
and bruises on both arms.

You get violent with her? Hmm?

Okay. Okay.

I went over to her house the day

before she was
killed. With the flowers.

Her father was out.

She read the card,

and she just
started freaking out.

How so?

Shaking, clenching her jaw.

It was like she was having
some kind of seizure.

What did you do?
I tried to help her.

That's when she bit me.

How long did the seizure last?

I don't know.

Not more than 20, 30 seconds.

What did you do
after? She was upset.

She told me to take the
flowers and leave, so I did.

That's the last time
I saw her, I swear.

Curtis, have you seen Ethan?

Ah. Wait. There it is.

Your victim's brain? Mm-hm.

And our prime suspect is
saying she had a seizure.

What? Nothing.

Uh-uh. That look's
never nothing.

I was just wondering
how you've been.

Because I took
two personal days?

They don't roll over, you know.

No, that's not
what I meant. I...

What'd you do? Anything fun?

You've been riding
me since you got here.

And now you wanna
get to know me better?

Fine.

Be like that.

The truth is, there's
not much to know.

Ethan, on the other hand,
now that boy's interesting.

How so?

He's an accomplished
chef of Indian food,

likes extreme camping,

and has memorized
every James Bond movie.

Really? Oh, yeah.
Girl, he's got layers.

Huh.

Thought you'd like to know.

The DNA came back on the
foreign tissue from that bullet.

PD matched it to a kid
named Sean Wilcox,

released from juvie two days ago

after serving time for
weapons possession.

Apparently, he's
got a cell phone.

They're triangulating
the signal now.

Hands up.

On your head.

Go back inside, nothing to see.

Sean Wilcox.

Let me guess.

You cut yourself shaving?

You knew Elena Rosas.
She was your caseworker.

She was assigned
to you a year ago

when you were
still in foster care.

She found that gun on you.

Maybe you figured
you'd get revenge.

It wasn't like that.

You fled the scene in her car.

I didn't kill her, okay?

When she busted me, I
never wanted to see her again.

But she kept coming
to juvie to check on me,

week after week.

Finally I asked her, "Why don't
you leave me the hell alone?"

You know what she said?

Said a lot of people would
fail me, but she never would.

She'd be there to
help when I got out.

She was the first person

to ever really come
through for me.

And now she's dead.

Elena rented that motel
room for you, didn't she?

Yeah.

She said she'd float
me till I got a job.

What happened at the motel
yesterday morning, Sean?

Miss Rosas showed me the room.

She gave me a key.

Then she had to go to work.

I was tired. I turned on the
TV, fell asleep on the bed.

For how long?

Couple hours until
she came back.

Checking on me again, I guess.

I heard her open
the door, I got up.

I bent down to pick
my shirt up off the chair

and then, boom, a shot.

Coming from where? I don't know.

Didn't even know I
was hit until I stood up.

And then I saw her. PETER: Okay.

If you didn't shoot
Elena, why run?

Who's gonna believe me?

You?

Excuse me, I need to
change that bandage.

That is some infection.

You have Culturette
swabs here? Yeah.

Get me four swabs, please.

Didn't see the shooter.

In a 15-by-20 room.

You really think he shot himself

in the neck and
then killed Elena?

I've seen weirder.

You read his file. That
kid's had a rough go.

You don't come back from
that after one helping hand.

Elena sounds more like a force
of nature than a helping hand.

Okay, so if he did kill her,

then why didn't he
keep running? Huh?

I mean, why was he
at that wrecking yard

only five miles away
from the crime scene?

Maybe that wasn't a coincidence.

Sean?

Hello?

Who is this?

Philly P.D.

And you are? Vincent Stone.

What do you want?

To know why Sean
Wilcox called your number

six times the past day alone.

- He in some kind of trouble?
- I don't know.

You're the one who
spoke to him. You tell us.

Of course I talk to him.

I'm like a father
figure to Sean.

Only constant
he's had in his life.

Well, considering he's
now a murder suspect,

that doesn't speak
highly of you, does it?

Murder?

Are you familiar
with Elena Rosas?

Never heard of her. Whoa.

Let's try that again.

You got blue dye on your neck.

You know, it's funny.

Our murder victim had the
same thing on her finger.

So?

So the new pepper sprays
are infused with colored dyes.

It makes it easier
to identify attackers.

You know Elena Rosas now?

Fine.

I met the broad two days ago.

But only because she
came here looking for me.

Trying to tell me to
stay away from Sean.

So you got violent,
she defended herself.

Violent, no. Pissed, yeah.

Told her to get the
hell off my property.

She wouldn't leave,
when I grabbed her arm,

she sprayed that
crap all over me.

Now why would Elena tell
you to stay away from Sean

unless you were part of
his troubles in the first place?

That gun that Elena found
on Sean didn't belong to him.

It belonged to you, didn't it?

Elena got a call right
before she was killed

from a payphone
two blocks from here.

Oh, you didn't
want that call traced

because that was
the call that sent Elena

hurrying back to the motel

to take care of Sean.

And that's when you killed her.

That's a really good story.

Why don't you come back

when you have
some proof, all right?

I'm going back to work.

Hey. What are you doing?

A bullet grazed
one of our suspects

and the wound showed
an advanced infection.

I sent a swab to Microbiology
for a culture and sensitivities

and a culture for
fungus and AFB.

But I'm also doing
my own Gram stain.

Ah.

To see what infected it.

Do you mind if I...?

No.

So...

You like James Bond, right?

James Bond? What,
are you kidding?

You want a little wine with
that cheese? No, thank you.

I mean, unless you
like James Bond.

You like to cook.

What's your specialty? Uh...

I'm not following that.

I don't cook.

You don't go extreme camping?

I don't even know what that is.

Well, then what
the hell do you like?

I don't... I'm
sorry, I don't know.

I'm... I like...

I like this.

The job, the science.

I got you.

Hey.

I do too. Yeah.

You see the India ink
anywhere, Eagle Eye?

Check that out.

Wow. What is that?

Sean Wilcox had a fungal
infection in his wound.

Cryptococcus
neoformans, to be exact.

Morris. Where are you?

Back at the motel.

If we can put Vincent Stone
in the room, we got him.

Sean Wilcox got infected

with a Cryptococcus
neoformans fungus.

You get it by being
near pigeon droppings.

Uh, the dried feces
can become airborne

contaminating
anything in its vicinity.

I'm sure this has a point
besides utterly grossing me out.

Don't you get it?

The bullet transferred the
fungus onto Sean's skin.

It must have passed
through something

with the fungus on
it before hitting him.

Like a dirty window screen.
Like a dirty window screen.

Nice one, doctor.

The shot didn't come
from inside the room.

Because the shooter
was standing outside.

Let's do a little
role-playing here.

If we believe Sean Wilcox,
he was asleep on the bed. Unh.

Remind me to boil myself later.

All right, so Elena
came in here.

Uh-huh.

All right, and she fell
here, which means...

She was standing
about here, all right?

So Sean gets up,

he grabs his shirt...

Boom, the bullet flies
through the screen,

grazes my neck

and sails right into your arm.

Too late? Oh, no,
you're right on time.

You see that hole
in the screen? Eh!

Don't touch it unless you
want bird poop disease.

You're the shooter.
Line up with us.

Got it.

The shooter was
standing right about here.

Casing ejects back to the right.

Truck here, truck here.

Voilà.

Unh.

Our killer left a
.32-caliber casing behind.

Breech marks can tie the
casing back to the gun that fired it.

One thing. We
don't have the gun.

I thought you said
that Vincent Stone

was behind Sean's
weapon possessions charge.

Well, my hunch and a bullet
casing do not a warrant make.

And I don't see
Stone inviting us

to search his property for guns.

I know one person who
may be ready to help us.

Officer, may I have
a minute, please?

Sean, we've become aware

of a few things
since we last spoke.

Did you know Elena confronted
Vincent on your behalf?

What?

She blasted him
with pepper spray.

Told him to leave you alone,

because she knew that
you used to work for him.

Doing what, Sean?

I don't wanna talk about it.

You know, Vincent doesn't
have a record, but he's no saint.

He lets guys like you
do his dirty work for him.

Selling guns,
moving stolen cars.

That's why you ran back
to him after the murder.

Because it's what you know.

Sean, did you ever think

that maybe that
was exactly his plan?

Okay, I'm gonna
tell you something

that most people don't know.

I was a foster kid.

Yeah, I bounced
around for a while,

and then I got lucky.

You know, I got adopted
into a good home.

Loving parents, three sisters.

Instant family.

But some of those
scars never fade, Sean.

I know that you
think that Vincent

may have been helping you out.

When you got nothing,

any hand that reaches
out to you in the darkness

just seems like it's
worth grabbing hold of.

I know that.

But Vincent is a bad guy, okay?

And Elena knew it.

And she put her life on
the line helping you out.

And that may have
gotten her killed.

So, what?

What do I do now?

You do the right thing

by the only person who
ever came through for you.

If Vincent is
selling illegal guns,

you need to tell
us where they are.

Wow. Heh.

Look at you. Yeah,
early dinner date.

Who's the mystery man?

Just a guy. It's
still pretty new.

Well, good luck. Thanks.

So you wanted to see me? Yeah.

I just wanted to say congrats
on the Cryptococcus finding.

Yeah, it's nice when pigeon
crap can serve a useful purpose.

Yeah. That's an understatement.

They seized over a hundred
guns from Vincent Stone's property.

Was one of them
the murder weapon?

We don't know yet.

They have to
test-fire all the .32s

to match the casing
to the gun that fired it.

And it would've been helpful

if there had been a print
or some DNA on the casing

but there was no such luck.

The only thing trace
analysis found was rice flour,

of all things.

Rice flour? Can I see that?

What? What is it?

They can fire all the
weapons they want,

but they're wasting their time.

Vincent didn't do it.

Let me get this straight.

I've got four CSUs
working overtime

test-firing all of
Vincent Stone's guns

to prove he committed murder,

but instead, you want
me to arrest someone

completely different,
based on flour.

Uh, rice flour, actually.

Fortified with
Bifidobacterium infantis.

It's a probiotic.

Like the good bacteria
in yogurt. Helps digestion.

He made sensible eating
choices. Good for him.

It's not for adults.
It's for babies.

Hence, the infantis.
It's in baby cereal.

Wait, the bullet casing
had baby food on it?

The shooter
transferred it to the bullet

when the magazine
was being loaded.

Vincent Stone doesn't have kids.

Right. But I know
someone who does.

Yes?

Step outside,
please, Miss Bennett.

What is it?

Jeremy.

Excuse me.

Where are they going? Excuse me.

You know why we're here.

You killed Elena Rosas.

What? No.

Why would I do
something like that?

That's what we were wondering.

When Elena came to your
place three months ago

and found those drugs...

I told you. Those were my ex's.

I didn't... I tested clean.

But cocaine can clear the
system a day after ingestion.

Elena knew that. That's
why she came here yesterday.

She catch you using again?
Threaten to take your baby away?

What? You guys
have it all wrong.

Really? Anything a
mother puts in her body

can end up in her breast milk.

So? So your baby
spit up on Elena.

Remember? You admitted it.

I ran a tox screen.

Your milk contained metabolites
that are specific to cocaine.

You passed the drug to your kid.

What? No.

Every time a social
worker suspects drug use,

a drug test is
automatically ordered.

Elena was going
to order one on you.

No.

You knew Elena would
keep you to that test.

You knew you'd fail and that
you'd lose your baby for good.

So you followed
Elena to the motel.

Sean?

You killed somebody
who actually cared

about you and your child.

And now you've lost them both.

No.

No, no, no.

Please, baby. Tessa.

Tessa. You can't
do this. Stop it.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Elena Rosas.

She's everything I have.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Please.

She's everything I have. Please.

Tessa.

I wanted to be
the one to tell you.

Did her job have
something to do with it?

You have any kids?

Um... A daughter.

It's so difficult to
raise children, isn't it?

All the work you do

trying to protect
them from the world.

But the hardest part of all?

Letting them go.

I knew her work was dangerous.

My heart tightened

every time she
left in the morning.

But I couldn't stop her
from doing what she loved.

Elena touched so many lives.

I witnessed it myself.

By helping those who are
too young and too innocent

to help themselves,

what she did will
long outlive her.

Outlive all of us.

Thank you.

Don't you ever sleep?

Heh. Actually, I
came to see you.

Well, if this is
about work, I just...

I can't, not right now.

No, no, it's not.

You're divorced.

How'd you know
when it was...? Heh.

Oh, I didn't.

He did.

As usual, I just... I
missed all the signs.

Yeah, recurring theme
in my life, I guess.

How are you and your wife doing?

Well, I can't go back.

Not for a couple
of days, at least.

It's just I'm not ready
to give up, you know?

Not just because I'm Catholic.

I loved Jeannie
since the day we met.

It'll all work out in the end.

It's the middle
that's the hard part.

I can't sew. Ha.

You know, neurosurgery
is a lot like sewing.

I think I can handle it.

See you tomorrow, detective.

Tomorrow, doctor.