Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 1, Episode 4 - Talking Heads - full transcript

Thanks for the ride
to the library, Mom.

It was uncool of Dad to
ask you at the last minute.

No, I was just
happy to get the call.

If I ask you something,
could you just say yes

without making a
big deal out of it?

I like how you just
assumed that I'd say yes.

Well, we're doing a video
essay for Social Studies,

and I'm supposed
to follow around

one of my parents at work,

see what they do and, you know,

how they contribute
to society, and...



And you chose me, not your dad?

I chose your job over Dad's.

Dad's job is just boring.

At least yours has dead bodies.

Actually, it's a lot more
complicated than that,

and not really a place you
can run around with a camera.

You're saying no? No,
no. I'm not saying no,

but it's important for you
to understand what we do.

Exactly. So I'll
see you tomorrow.

Uh, wait, your... Lacey...
Ha, ha. Thanks, Mom.

Lace.

Megan Hunt, ME.

Where's Bud?

Bud's got court upstate.
I'm rolling solo on this one.



Looks like a homeless man

found more than
he bargained for.

Glad you're here. Now
we can start digging.

Wait, hold on.

What do you see?

Peter, try the foot.

It's gonna be a long day.

Yes, it is.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

Our victim has been dismembered.

We're gonna have to
excavate this entire area.

All right, let's get to it.

All right,

we're gonna have
to quadrant this off.

Is that what I think it is?

Mayor's office wants to know
if we have one body in pieces

or multiple bodies and a
serial killer on the loose.

Guess we'll find out together.

Let's run through
what we have so far.

Only 5 percent of the
population is AB positive.

Both the hand
and the foot exhibit

signs of severe
rheumatoid arthritis.

So we are dealing
with one victim,

male, Caucasian,
probably in his 50s.

See these fractures?

Something heavy dropped

on this man's foot
a few years ago.

All five metatarsals were
broken in a straight line.

Everything below the line,

crushed, above it, unaffected.

It's exactly the injury
you'd expect to see

if he was wearing
steel-toed boots.

That and these spot scars

are consistent
with metal spatter.

He was a welder,
probably construction,

until the arthritis
impaired him.

Yeah, but how do
you get sunglasses

from a hand and foot?

Many longtime welders
develop arc burn.

The ultraviolet radiation

coming from the
electric arc welding

can cause severe
sensitivity to light over time.

Ergo, sunglasses.

What is that? It's a stamp.

Some kind of circle with a...

A paladin.

It's from the Winners Lounge
at the Canyon Creek Casino.

I play a mean game of Hold'em.

If our guy was there,
they've got tape on him.

I know you don't want me to
roll up to the Canyon Creek

and say, "I wanna
see video footage

of a white man with a limp."

And sunglasses. KATE:
Maybe I can help you.

I know the general manager.

Like I said, a mean
game of Hold'em.

Yeah, we use that
stamp for Mondays.

What you're seeing
is everyone who came

in and out of the
lounge this past Monday.

There, stop. That's him.

That's Cal. Cal got a last name?

Don't know it.

He refuses to get
a players club card.

He's a grinder, mostly
low-limit blackjack.

Until last week.

Got on one of those
once-in-a-lifetime streaks.

By the time it was over,
cashed out over 25 grand.

Wow. Yeah. Generous winner too.

Who's she?

That's, uh, Wendy.

Likes to chat up the
winners before they cash out.

Talk about a fool and his money,

well, it's her
mission to part them.

What is this?

It could be pus

from some kind of
bacterial infection.

I don't see an infection site.

Lacey's going to watch you
work, and you drew up a schedule?

She'll be here in two hours.

She's going to interview
each one of you.

I've drawn up a
list of questions

that I thought she
might like to ask.

And did you draw
up our answers too?

I'm not a complete
control freak.

Just be on your best
behavior and hide the gory stuff.

That's kind of hard
to do in a morgue.

She will be confined to
the lab and the break room.

Your job is to
answer her questions

and make me look good.

So you want us to lie?

I don't see how this plan
could possibly fail, Megan.

Hey, it looks like
yogurt with leaves in it.

Show me that slide.

Give me your finger.

Cilantro.

There's a Greek restaurant
two blocks from the crime scene.

Can I have my hand back now?

Thanks.

Yeah, he took me to the
lounge, bought me champagne.

He was a real gentleman. Why?

He have a last name?

It didn't come up.

We have you on tape, Wendy.

Where'd you go after
you left? Back to his place?

Things get a
little too exciting?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Cal's dead. You know
anything, now's the time.

He wanted to leave

before he spent any
more of his winnings.

I tried to talk him back.

Last I saw him,

he was getting
in some guy's car.

Some guy's car.

It was dark. The car was dark.

Black. A sports car maybe.

The guy, he had a
good grip on Cal's arm.

That's all I can tell you.

So our welder won bigtime
at the casino on Monday,

flashed his cash around,

and then drove off in a sports
car with some mystery man.

And five days later,

someone turned him
into a human jigsaw.

Empty.

This one's empty too.

Lacey's gonna be
at the office soon.

Let's just talk to the owner,
find out who picks up the trash.

Whoa. Hey, hey, nice puppy.

Yes. Ooh.

Megan, we've got
two more body parts.

A knee and a thigh.

This incision is either
ACL reconstruction,

or, if we're lucky, knee
replacement surgery.

I'm seeing well-healed
keloidal scars on the thigh,

almost like branding.

Is it his initials?
We still need an ID.

Heh.

Good news. Knee
replacement surgery.

Yes.

I opened it up and gave Peter

the serial number I found
on the replacement part.

Curtis, see if you can find the
source of those brand marks.

Will do. What do
you want me to do?

You're going to the dump
to look for body parts.

Wait, wait, I'm the one who
found the knee and thigh.

Why do I have to go
dig through the dump?

Why don't you send Curtis.

Well, clearly you're good at it.

Look, somebody cut this
guy up into little pieces

and threw him away
like yesterday's trash.

The rest of him is
probably still at the dump.

I want him whole.

Nobody deserves
to end up like that.

Yes, doctor. Thank you.

Hi, Mom.

Ahh. Lace, I wasn't
expecting you for an hour.

Dad dropped me off early. Great.

Is that a body?

That's the kind of stuff I
should be getting on camera.

Okay, all right,
camera off, camera off.

My office. Now.

Ew. What is that?

Nothing, nothing. It's okay.

All right. Here are the rules.

I've drawn up a
map of the office

and marked on the areas

where you can and
definitely cannot go.

I've arranged for everyone

to speak with you
for half an hour.

Here is your schedule,

and here is a list of questions

that I thought you
might wanna ask.

Mom, what are you doing?

There will be no filming
of bodies or body parts,

or bodies under
sheets, or bodies, period.

What I want you to
understand is these are people

and we respect
them at all times.

I'm supposed to
do all of this myself.

I know, but, I...

Your first interview
is Dr. Murphey.

Right down the hall.

Bad time?

No, fine. What's up?

I tracked down the
serial number of that knee.

That particular joint was
installed one year ago

in the knee of Callum
Shane O'Donnell.

Widowed, age 59.

We have a name. We have a name.

But no address. How can
somebody have knee surgery

and not leave an address?

All billing was sent to a
Mr. Dean Avery. Son-in-law.

He's married to
Cal's daughter, Jenny.

They live five minutes away.

Yeah, that's him.

I know this is very difficult.

Are you sure?

Those scars, it's from
the Ben Franklin Bridge.

His broken toes,
the Rouse tower.

A cement mixer fell on his foot.

It sounds like he
had a rough life.

He didn't think so.

He loved it.

He loved building things.

He loved sitting
on a steel girder

a thousand feet in the air

eating his lunch over the
city that he helped to build.

He used to take me
up there with him.

I loved it too.

Why would someone
do this to him?

When was the last
time you saw him?

I haven't seen him
since his knee surgery.

We spoke on the phone
every once in a while,

but he and Dean
didn't really get along.

That right, Mr. Avery?

Money's tight. He
always had his hand out.

He needed us and we
weren't there for him.

Your father won big

at Canyon Creek
Casino last week.

He was last seen with a
man in a black sports car.

That ring any bells?

Wait a sec.

How much money
are we talking about?

Twenty-five grand.

Oh, that's just great.
Is that a problem?

He comes around last
year and says his insurance

won't pay for his knee
surgery, could we foot the bill?

So I tell him to
mortgage his home.

That's when I find out he
didn't even own the place.

He's been there 30
years on rent control,

and I'm paying for his new knee?

All right, your mom said

to answer all your
questions, so fire away.

Who are you and what do you do?

My name is Kate Murphey.
I'm the chief medical examiner.

I oversee an office
of 50-some people,

including medical examiners,

fellows, investigators
and staff.

You're my mom's
boss? Yes, I hired her.

So, what you say
overrules what she says?

Technically, yeah.

Can you show me a
dead body? Ha, ha.

That... Uh, that's
a little forward.

Does that mean yes?

That means let's
stick to the script.

Uh... "How would you
describe my mother?"

Um... I think it's safe
to say that your mother

is determined to be the
best at what she does.

She's very committed to the job.

So, what you're saying is even
when my mom's not in charge,

she's still in charge?

In this case, you
better believe it.

Whoa. Nice digs for
a construction worker.

You're the ones
who called about Cal.

You the landlord?

Uh, owner. Mike Walsh.

What happened to him?

What makes you think
something happened to him?

Well, you're here, for one.

And I usually get a call
from Cal, like, once a day.

The sink's leaking, garbage
disposal doesn't work.

But last few days, nothing.

Anything else I
can help you with?

We'll let you know. All right.

Nice.

How's it going in here?

How's it going out there?

Your daughter's a lot like you.

Is that good or bad? Amusing.

Don't worry, I stuck
to your questions.

Callum Shane O'Donnell.
A fellow Irishman.

Do we know anything more?

Well, unless he was
injected with water...

He was frozen.

Huh.

No sign of struggle.

Nothing amiss except
a leaky bathroom faucet.

Yeah?

Check the freezer.

What? Check the freezer. Now.

Sam.

I think we just found the rest
of Callum Shane O'Donnell.

Over here.

Finish taking every body
part out of this freezer.

I'm also gonna need you
guys to photograph each piece,

both in and out of its wrapping.

You want me to unwrap them now?

No, let's wait for the ME.

We think this is
almost all of him.

Almost? We're missing the head.

Who would do
something like this?

I need you to stay
outside, Mr. Walsh.

And I also wanna
talk to your tenants,

so a list of names
would be helpful.

Sure, sure.

Somebody cuts a man up,
throws half of him in a dumpster

and the other half on ice.

Hmm.

You have a theory? No.

Come with me.

All right, so this is
where he was cut up.

Whoever did it did a
hell of a clean-up job.

I think he missed a spot.

All right, guys, we're gonna
take these drains apart.

Sink too.

Let's go talk to the neighbors.

You can't have the
Philly Chainsaw Massacre

going on next door
and not hear something.

We didn't hear a thing.
But then, we wouldn't have.

Why is that?

When we moved in, Cal
would turn up his TV so loud

it always wakes the baby.

We had to get the whole
place soundproofed.

What about you, Mr. Ling?
You and Cal get along?

I barely knew the guy,
except to say hello.

You seem a little anxious.

Someone chopped up
a body right next door.

Why don't you find the
guy instead of bothering us?

Across the street.

I'm sorry, you can't come in.

A crime has been committed.

That's terrible. Can you
tell me what happened?

That's all I can say right now.

It's okay, I got it. Okay.

You live here? No,
I am nanny for baby.

Oh, for the Lings, in 3-A.

What's your name?
Jasmina, Jasmina Ruzic.

Please, what happened?

The man in 3-B,
did you know him?

Mr. O'Donnell. Yes.

Is he okay?

Well, actually, he's dead.

Did the Lings ever give
Mr. O'Donnell any trouble?

No. Mr. Ling
seemed a little jumpy

when we talked to him.

Mr. Ling is big smoker.

Mrs. Ling won't let him smoke
around baby, only outside.

Please, if I am late, big
trouble with Mrs. Ling.

Thank you. Go ahead.

Oh.

Hi, I'm Ethan.

Sorry I'm late, I
was just at the...

Just at the dump.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm talking to forensic
pathology fellow

Dr. Ethan Gross.

Why were you at the city dump?

Looking for body parts.

A man's foot and hand were
found in a field yesterday.

And then earlier today,

I found a knee and
a thigh in an alley.

Can I see them? Sure, it...

What? No. No, no, your
mom had questions, right?

Have you read these questions?

How am I supposed
to learn anything

about what my mom does
with these lame questions?

Lame?

How about number four?

"Name your three biggest
influences in medicine and why."

You know, I
remember the first time

I saw Rembrandt's The
Anatomy of Dr. Tulp, I...

I thought it was lame.
Like these questions. Lame.

So show me something cool.

So aside from the
healed peptic ulcer,

I'd say that Cal was in
remarkably good shape

for somebody with
debilitating arthritis.

Let's find out what he was on.

Run a tox tissue test
for medications, will you?

Our killer definitely
knew his joints.

These are very clean cuts.

And the kerf marks

at the separation
points are consistent.

I still say he used a hacksaw.

And from the angle,
I'd say right-handed.

Then he would have to have held

each body part
firmly in his left hand

while he sawed with his right.

So let's check for residue
to the left of every cut point.

Hmm.

I got something.

Here above the wrist.

Two smudges. Dark
powder, fine residue.

Didn't you say that
somebody grabbed Cal's arm

before shoving him into a car?

That's right.

Could be transfer
from our mystery man.

I'll put it under a microscope.

We practically
dismantled the place.

Guess what else is
missing besides Cal's head.

The casino money. Bingo.

Maybe he put it in the bank.

Checked the balance.
Not there, either.

But his social security money

has been coming out of
the bank every other week

in $500 checks made out to cash.

Detective, we found
this blue contact lens

in the trap in the
bathroom sink.

I don't see Cal putting
in contact lenses

with two arthritic hands.

Then whose is it?

Her eyes were blue this morning.

You want to leave, leave,

but you're not
taking that with you.

- It's mine!
- The hell it is!

- Go.
- Use the side door.

No! Get your hands off me!

Don't tell me.

You won it in a poker game.

My dad called to tell
me he had some money

he wanted to give me.

I thought it was money to pay
us back for his knee surgery,

but when I got
there, it was 25 grand.

He wanted to give it to me.

I... I couldn't believe it.

So your father just
gave you all that money?

I started crying.

And then I lost my contact.

I washed my face
in the bathroom.

So, what about the 500 bucks

every other week
made out to cash?

What 500 bucks every other week?

I never saw 500
bucks from him, period.

If I'd known he was
giving it away, I would've...

You would've what?

Dean isn't the easiest
man to live with.

There were some
things I had to give up

when I married him.

Like what?

Art school.

Those drawings in
your father's apartment.

You did them.

That's why Dad
gave me the money.

He knew I was unhappy.

And he...

He knew what would cure it.

Leaving Dean.

A new life. Follow my dream.

And then Dean found the money.

Those are a lot of
tears. You believe her?

Well, she had
opportunity but no motive.

Or maybe her story is bogus,

and Cal didn't give her
the money, she took it.

That's a rather cynical view
of father-daughter relations.

We've got her DNA from
the apartment, not his.

Yeah, but he's the one with
the Tarzan temper, not her.

But that temper didn't pop
until after Cal was dead, right?

Unless his story's bogus.

Or maybe they're in it
together. How's that for cynical?

Hey. How are we doing?

Mom, what happened to the
guy who got chopped into pieces?

Who told you that? Ethan.

Word, please. CURTIS: Uh-oh.

Mom, I didn't come here to
see what you want me to see.

I came here to learn about
what you do, remember?

Curtis, I believe it's
time for your interview.

Thanks a lot.

Start sectioning.

She said we didn't have to stick

with the questions.

She is 12 years old.

Seeing your first dead body
can be a traumatic experience.

I do not want her to see
anything in the wrong context.

You know, what is the
right context, anyway?

We're trying to understand
how this man died

based on the parts we can
see and it's getting us nowhere.

I mean, has it ever
occurred to you

that Lacey is trying
to understand you,

but all she can
see are the parts

that you're willing to show her?

I'm sectioning.

I am sectioning.

Wait a second.

I found this mixed
with a blood clot

in one of the
pulmonary arteries.

There.

You have any idea what it is?

I'm sorry.

Aren't you supposed to
be interviewing me now?

What's the point?

You're not gonna
show me anything.

Look, some things
you'd see in this place

would make your
hair stand on end.

Like what?

Like your mother on the warpath.

I'm already familiar with that.

She's such a control freak.

You know she printed a list

of questions for
me to ask everyone?

Mm-hm. I got a copy.

Like I'm gonna find out anything
by talking to you guys anyway.

Rules are meant to be broken.

Even your mother
can appreciate that.

Turn on the camera. Turn it on.

This is the material we
found above the wrist.

It's cigarette ash.

Look.

Hello. Mom.

Uh, don't have a
freak-out, okay?

He wasn't showing
me anything bad.

This is the material we
found above the wrist.

It's cigarette ash.

You'd need to be a
pretty heavy smoker

to accumulate this
much on your fingertips.

If you give me a
few more minutes,

I can probably
tell you the brand.

Thank you very much, Curtis.

Would you please
call Detective Baker

and share that
information with her,

and ask her to find out what
brand James Ling smokes?

I'm not in trouble?
No, not at all.

You. Come with me.

The ME's office puts your
cigarette ash on Cal's arm.

It was you who drove him
back from the casino that night

in your black
sports car, wasn't it?

A little guy time away
from the wife and baby.

You can understand
that, can't you?

So you see Cal
win all this money.

You wait for him
in the parking lot

and then you force
him into the car.

Wait, wait, I helped
him into the car.

The man had a limp. He
stumbled, I grabbed him.

And then what? Then
nothing. I drove home.

He went his way, I went mine.

I didn't see him after that.

So why lie about it?

I never would have heard
the end of it with Mira.

She hated Cal's guts.

It's been hard on her,
home all day with the baby.

I didn't wanna make it worse.

Oh, come on, how hard can
it be with a full-time nanny?

Nanny?

Turn on your camera.

Hold up your hand.

Look at it.

Now, imagine that your
hand was the only thing

that told the story of you.

What were your
dreams? Who loved you?

Who's grieving now
that you're gone?

It's a small delicate hand.

The hand of a young
girl who wears nail polish.

What does that
color say about her?

What has she held in her hand?

The reins of a horse?

Hand of a boy?

This is the hand of
Callum Shane O'Donnell.

He built skyscrapers
with this hand.

He held his baby daughter,
Jenny, with this hand.

This hand gave her money

so that she could follow her
dream and go to art school.

We do a lot of
different things here,

but they all have the same goal:

to find out what happened
so that a family can mourn,

so that the right person
is held accountable.

They're not just dead
bodies to us, Lace.

They're the stories of a life.

And it's our job to tell it.

Do you know who killed him?

We don't even know
how he died yet.

Look at this.

This is tissue that we
found in his pulmonary artery.

You can hold it. Here.

It's like putting
together a puzzle.

Sometimes, there's just
one piece that won't fit.

Maybe it's in the wrong place.

The killer had to have had
tremendous upper-body strength.

Dean Avery fits that bill.

Let's not rule out a woman
because of upper-body strength.

The daughter had opportunity.

We have no cause of death.
What happened to our tox screen?

We're still waiting on it.

We don't need it.

Thanks to Lacey,
we have an answer.

Cause of death is
blunt-force trauma to the head.

But we don't have the head.

We don't need that, either.

You know that mystery
tissue you found

in Cal's pulmonary artery?

It's brain tissue.

He must have been hit hard
enough to fracture the skull,

lacerating the venous sinuses,

allowing tiny
fragments of brain tissue

to enter the superior vena cava,

which then went into the heart

and landed in the
pulmonary arteries.

Tox screen results.

Cal was taking methotrexate
for rheumatoid arthritis.

Methotrexate?

If Cal had a peptic ulcer,

he'd have to take
that by injection only.

Tell me how a man who
has debilitating arthritis

can inject himself?

He was paying someone
500 bucks every other week.

Cal had a caretaker.

Huh. Oh.

That's your dad. Come on.

I can't leave now,
it's getting interest...

Dad's gonna be here.
What about my interview?

What about catching the killer?

Like mother, like daughter.

Even we know
when to call it a night.

You don't, you never stop.

She's got you there.

Got something to tell you.

I got something to tell you.

Oh, God, there's your father.

I hope you got
everything you needed.

Please take her
downstairs, all right? Sure.

Bye, Lace.

Turn your camera on. I
got something to show you.

Come on.

Cal O'Donnell had
a mystery helper.

Somebody who gave him
injections three times a week,

yet managed to stay
completely off the radar.

Heh. Guess who else
stayed off the radar.

Jasmina Ruzic. The Lings' nanny?

The Lings don't have a nanny
and Jasmina Ruzic doesn't exist.

Hmm.

Now, the Lings didn't
have a nanny, but Cal did.

Jasmina Ruzic.

Real name Irina Tomislava.

Former surgical nurse
from Belgrade, Serbia.

Ah. How'd you find her?

I tracked down the pharmacy

where Cal used to get

his methotrexate
prescriptions filled.

Irina used to pick them up.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

We found this under the spare

in the trunk of your car.

The ME tells me it's the same
blade used to chop up Cal.

Now, you may have
an explanation for this.

I'd love to hear it.

You can talk to me, Irina.

I tell you, she's one
of the steeliest killers

I've ever met.

Carves a man up,

dumps him, and
doesn't even blink.

Let me have a shot
at her. Doctor to nurse.

Cal took his meds.

He was much more ambulatory
than I would have thought

for somebody with his disease,

which means hours
of physical therapy,

massaging hands, massaging feet.

You did an excellent
job. Body's the proof.

You cared about him, Irina.

So, what happened on that day,

when you went from
being so caring, so good,

to chopping him up
and throwing him out

like a piece of garbage?

I didn't kill Mr. O'Donnell.

I liked him. He was good to me.

Paid me under the table.

Grew up poor,
worked hard, like me.

He was good man.

He promised to help me bring
my son here from Belgrade.

He made me hope
for the first time.

So you see, I would
never, ever harm this man.

So you tell me what happened.

I come in to check on him.

Find him on floor in
bathroom, in bathrobe, and...

He must have slipped.

I tried to revive him,
but it was too late.

He was long dead.

Why not call 911?

Why cut him up?

He died before he could write

last immigration letter
for me and my son.

If Cal is found dead, I die too.

Inside. I lose
everything, my son...

So maybe if I
could write letter,

get this last piece of puzzle,

I could be safe, my
son could be safe.

I had to hide him.

And carrying a 200-pound man

by yourself through
an apartment complex

was not an option.

Yes.

Irina, he was your friend.

He had a daughter.
What about his dignity?

Dignity?

Yes.

I saw my first dead body
when I was 3 years old.

One minute, Katya
and I are playing,

the next, half of
her is across street.

When you see that enough
times, you come to realize:

Live when you can.

Because when you
are dead, you are just...

I cannot pretend to know
what your life has been like.

But I have seen my
share of dead bodies,

and I do not agree with you.

For what it's
worth, I believe you.

However, all we have is your
word that you didn't kill him,

and it's not enough.

I don't know how
to prove it to you.

I do.

Tell us what you
did with Cal's head.

That's it.

I'll take it.

It's him.

And?

She's telling the truth, Sam.

Irina didn't kill him.

There's definitely a fracture
at the base of the skull

where Cal hit his
head on the bathtub.

However, there is a second,

deeper fracture under the hair.

That is the blow
that killed him.

Any idea what the weapon was?

First guess, a good
old-fashioned hammer.

I found a bit of particulate
matter in the wound,

I'm running a trace on it.

I need you to follow up, Peter.

So why couldn't
Irina have done it?

I'll show you.

Irina found the body in the tub.

Cal's standing right here.

The killer comes up behind him,

takes a big swing, leaving
that mark on the wall,

and then brings it
down on Cal's skull.

Irina could not
have left that mark.

Unless she was swinging
a 4-foot long hammer.

So now I'm looking for a
6-foot-tall mystery person.

Sex unknown.

Megan.

This one was easy.

You got various metal
compounds, brass, copper...

Most likely from
nails. Let the man talk.

From nails most likely,

and fibers made
of synthetic stone.

Synthetic stone?

Yeah, it's called rock wool.
It's used for soundproofing.

We talked to the Lings.

They told us that
you did all the repairs

in that building yourself,

including soundproofing
their apartment

with a substance
called rock wool.

You had enough sense
to get rid of the hammer,

but your toolbox is
full of rock wool fibers

and other assorted compounds,

the same ones that we
found embedded in Cal's skull.

But anybody could
have taken my toolbox.

No forced entry.
Only you had the key.

I didn't do it.

Callum O'Donnell was the
last tenant under rent control.

He was the only thing
standing between you

and turning that building
into luxury condos.

Heh. This is crazy,
I didn't kill anybody.

Yes, you did.

Do you know how bad
this is gonna look to a jury?

A disabled man
giving all his money

to his daughter to
pursue her dream,

and you not only kill
him for his apartment,

you chop him up into bits
and shove him into his freezer.

I didn't chop up anybody.

I was as surprised as anybody
that the body wasn't there.

Which means only one thing.

You knew where
the body should be

because you killed him.

Cal let you into his apartment
to fix his leaky faucet,

and you responded by bashing him

over the head with a hammer.

You left him there,

waiting for somebody
else to find the body.

Nah. You could never
cut somebody up,

but you're perfectly capable
of killing a man for money,

and then leaving him
there, for somebody else

to find him dead on the floor.

You're pathetic.

I'm releasing your father's
body for burial today.

He wanted to be cremated.

There's a hill in the park
that overlooks the city.

He'd like that.

I was so stupid.

I missed out on the last
year of my father's life.

All to be with a man
who never really knew me.

That ends today.

I'm leaving him and
going back to school.

I bet your dad
would like that too.

Thank you.

Uh, what was that about knowing

when to call it a night?

I'm just wrapping up, I swear.

I heard from the DA.

He's decided to deport
Irina instead of filing charges.

Well, at least she'll
be with her son.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hi, my name is Lacey Fleming.

My mom is Dr. Megan Hunt,

and she works as
a medical examiner.

I bet you think you
know what my mom does,

that she cuts up dead
bodies for a living.

That's what I thought
too, but I was wrong.

A man's foot and hand were found

in a field yesterday,
and then earlier today

I found a knee and
a thigh in an alley.

These are cholesterol
crystals in a rheumatoid nodule.

They indicate he had arthritis.

This is the material we
found above the wrist.

It's cigarette ash.

It's like putting
together a puzzle.

Sometimes, there's just
one piece that won't fit.

And if that's all my mom
did, put a puzzle together,

that'd be really
cool, but it's not.

So everybody who's
watching, look at your hand.

Go ahead, do it.
Really look at it.

Imagine that your hand

was the only thing that
told the story of you.

What were your
dreams? Who loved you?

Who's grieving now
that you're gone?

I think it's safe to
say that your mother

is determined to be the
best at what she does.

She's very committed to the job.

We go home at night
just like everybody else,

but we never really stop.

You know why?

It means "This is where death
rejoices to teach the living."

Every person has
something to teach us,

and we never stop learning.

We do a lot of different
things around here,

but they all have the same goal:

to find out what happened
so that a family can mourn,

so that the right person
is held accountable.

They're not just dead
bodies to us, Lace.

They're the stories of a life,

and it's our job to tell it.

His name was Callum
Shane O'Donnell.

He was a father, a welder.

He helped build this
city with his bare hands.

And thanks to him,

I finally understand
what my mom does.

And I'm proud to
be her daughter.