Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 1, Episode 6 - Society Hill - full transcript

( ominous theme playing)

Nice street.

I thought you hated
your life in Chestnut Hill.

"Hated" is a little
strong. I loathed it.

Heh.

Fancy cars, nice houses,

citywide recognition
as a top neurosurgeon,

what's there to like?

Recognition was nice. I
wouldn't wanna relive the rest.

Oh, and yet you jumped at
the chance to take this case.

I still have a few friends here.



I hope this isn't one of them.

PETER: You flying
solo today, Bud?

Excuse me.

Sam's in D.C. Her father's sick.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear it.

That's Daphne Zimmer,
editor of Society Fair magazine.

You know her? My
mother does. Did.

Really? How well?

Well enough.

Listen, if this is gonna
be too difficult for you...

Death is always
difficult, detective.

Is that Daphne's?

Color looks different
than hers. Better bag it.

Okay.



Well, what have we got?

The maid found the
body a half-hour ago.

The alarm was off,
no sign of forced entry.

The gate was left open.

PETER: There was
obviously a struggle.

Mm. Table overturned,
her sandal off her foot.

My guess is,

Daphne was reading here,

someone came
in to rob the place,

came on Daphne by
surprise, they fought,

and our bad guy vanished
into this morning's traffic.

What makes you think
it was this morning?

Well, the body's still limp.

It hasn't gone into
rigor mortis yet.

I bent the pinkie, that's all.

MEGAN: Discoloration
in the lower right quadrant.

You know what that is?
Bruising from the attack.

It's decay.

But the body's limp. It
hasn't gone into rigor.

She's already past rigor.

The skin is macerated.

She didn't die this morning.
She died at least two days ago.

Thanks for playing.

MORRIS: All right, everybody,

increase the
timeline to 48 hours.

PETER: Daphne
Zimmer, born in rural Ohio,

educated at Wellesley and
Harvard Business School.

Ran a fashion house in
New York and then came here

to take over Society Fair
magazine 11 years ago.

She became quite a power player.

Why is it whenever a man
calls a woman a power player,

it sounds pejorative?

Uh, your imagination? Ha-ha-ha.

So now you're patronizing me.

Okay, I'm not playing
in this minefield.

You're already in it, pal.

Maceration is consistent
with her position in the water,

so she wasn't moved.

And she was out in the open air

for at least two
days near a garden.

So when there's a
garden, there's entomology,

and when there's
entomology, there's...

Curtis, just in time. I
have a present for you.

And don't worry,
he's got friends.

Second-stage Calliphoridae.

Mm? Blowfly maggots to you.

By my estimate, she's been
dead for at least two days.

How fast can you confirm that?

Well, there are six
stages from eggs to adult.

I'd need to grow
these little guys out,

then calculate backwards.

Twenty days, maybe 25.

How about tomorrow?

I'll do my best.

Oh, a present for Ethan.

This is the only, uh,
trace evidence we found.

Tell him I want a full analysis.

Full analysis. Got it.

Come on, little guys. Let's eat.

What else does
that thing tell you?

Uh, Daphne Zimmer,
never married, no kids.

Apparently, that
magazine was her life.

Guess where we're going.

You're not gonna open her up?

We have to wait for
the body to dry out

before we make an incision.

In the meantime, let's go find
a match for that hair sample.

MEGAN: There she
is. Daphne Zimmer.

Modest. Confident.

I don't see one
hanging over your office.

Yet.

The show must go on, apparently.

Always busy between Fashion
Week and charity-ball season.

I'll take your word for it.

Coming through.
Sorry. MEGAN: Okay.

Can I help you?

We need to see
who's in charge here.

She's in a meeting.

Who's in a meeting? Daphne.

Are we talking about
the same person?

Hang on a sec. Daphne
Zimmer, the head of the magazine.

Her meetings are epic.
She might be a while.

She might be a lot
longer than you think.

( dramatic theme playing)

MORRIS: I see a lot of anxious
people, but not a lot of grief.

Well, they just found
out their boss died.

They're probably in shock.

Either that or work
has taken its toll.

Look at these people.

He's got rhinophyma. Tip
O'Neill nose. Heavy drinker.

She bites her nails, wears
acrylics to cover up the damage.

Chews jewelry, keeps
the nails out of the mouth.

And he has got trichotillomania.

Trichto... What?

Compulsive hair puller.

And he's just fidgety.

You are looking at some
serious signs of stress.

MORRIS: In other words,
somebody wanted the boss dead,

and I am looking at
a roomful of suspects.

Excuse me. Who's
Daphne's assistant?

Oh, let's start with him.

PETER: We'd like to
ask you a few questions.

Yeah.

Hey, Kate Murphey
returning your call.

Sorry we keep playing phone tag.

Um, I'm at the office now,

but you could always
call me on my cell.

(clears throat)

I didn't hear anything.
Next time try knocking.

Right. Sorry. Knock.

I'm pulling you off
the Mackavoy case.

I want you to focus
on Daphne Zimmer.

What do you know so far?

About the hair?

That Curtis gave
me half an hour ago?

That's right.

It's human.

And?

It's human.

Daphne Zimmer was very
well respected in this community.

A lot of people are
asking questions,

and you have the
only trace evidence

from the crime scene
connected to the killer.

So top priority.

Start with the roots.
Look for any DNA.

Okay.

Let me get this straight.

You told the interns to say
Daphne was in a meeting?

It's the standard blowoff when
we didn't know where she was.

So she was in the
habit of going missing?

Mm-hm. For days at a time.

We've all come to expect it,

and it's my job
to cover for her.

Yeah, you were her first
assistant, her gatekeeper,

and you didn't know
where she went?

Ha, ha. Um...

St. Barts, the Vineyard.

It's a, uh, society magazine.

Daphne went out to society.

But she was paranoid about
anybody knowing her schedule.

But you set her
schedule, didn't you?

In the office, yeah.

Daphne trusted me
and we got along great,

but she didn't
tell me everything.

So when was the last time
you had contact with her?

Five days ago. We
spoke on the phone.

And I haven't seen or
heard from her since.

It appears that your hair
twirler, Stephen Burkett,

(phone ringing)

was the last person
to see Daphne alive.

That was five days ago,

so if we're saying that
she died two days ago,

that's a lot of time that's
unaccounted for, and...

Peter.

Hi, Mom. JOAN: Hey.

Did you hear about
Daphne? Yes, I did.

Oh, boy, I'm gonna miss
her. We were so close.

I know. I'm very sorry.

Then tell me what you know.

Mom, you know I
can't tell you anything.

Well, at least let
me see you tonight.

I could do with
some company. Ugh.

Listen, the club is
having a black-tie social.

Will you come?

The last time you made me go,

you paraded me in
front of 30 of your friends,

and all they did
was ask about Todd.

Megan, please.

I'm sorry, Mom, I...

I have a killer to catch.

(sighs)

PETER: How was your mom?

She wants me to go to
some god-awful club dinner.

Sounds like real quality time.

No time with my
mother is quality time.

What are you looking for?

You know how your skin prunes up

when you take a bath? Mm-hm.

When a waterlogged body
dries out, the skin smooths,

revealing marks that are
sometimes overlooked.

Like those.

Mm, nail marks.

From the struggle? Maybe.

Bruising can show
up to a week later.

Bring down that light, will you?

PETER: They're square.
MEGAN: And thicker than normal.

Acrylics.

Is Bud still at the magazine?

Daphne was a,
uh, force of nature.

I just... I can't
believe she's dead.

MORRIS: Did you know her long?

Uh, eleven years.

I was office manager
when she came on as editor.

Would you say that you
and she were friends?

Yeah.

Would you mind explaining why
your nail marks are on her body?

Every year, Daphne
let her top writers

enter this city journalism
competition that she won. Um...

And this year, she
opened it up to everybody,

the assistants, the interns.

And this copy editor complained.

You don't complain to Daphne.

She went ballistic. I
had to pull her off of him.

Did it bother you, her, uh,
opening it up to everyone?

High society is
a cutthroat world.

I don't have what Daphne has.

Even she was always
looking over her shoulder

for someone trying
to take her down.

Anybody in particular?

Oh, pick a name.

But she had her own
way of watching her back.

Thank you very much.

Would you mind sending in
your copy editor next, please?

Sure.

( dramatic theme playing)

No blood or water in the lungs.
No physical signs of drowning.

So we think Daphne
died two days ago,

but we have no
idea what killed her?

Correct.

But I did find kidney damage

and four-gland
parathyroid hyperplasia.

And that's bad
how? High calcium.

Symptoms include mood
swings, anger, paranoia.

So maybe Daphne couldn't
help her behavior in the office.

Or maybe she could,
and she was just a B-I-T...

You were about to say,
"A very powerful woman

who has worked
hard for her success"?

I was about to say maybe
she was a bit uneven.

Life isn't black-and-white.

Don't reduce Daphne's.

I matched time code
to office phone records.

This is Stephen
Burkett on the phone

with Daphne
Zimmer five days ago.

Oh, the assistant?

SPATES: Wait for it.

Wait for it.

(Morris laughs)

Oh, Daphne's not the
only one with anger issues.

Nice.

( dramatic theme playing)

MAN: Yeah, we're good to go.

Wow.

(laughing)

Yeah, I kind of
lost it. Kind of?

(both laughing)

Uh, ahem.

I had plans to go to
the shore that weekend.

It was Friday night.

Daphne tells me that
I have to get a scarf

for the mayor's wife's birthday,

and I spent my whole
weekend in Chicago.

I'm sorry. Time-out.

You went to Chicago
to get a scarf?

Mm, heh. Uh...

Daphne has a favorite
designer there, Audra Avery.

It was Friday night.
She wanted it Sunday.

Express delivery
was not an option.

That's the most ridiculous
errand I've ever heard of.

(both laughing)

I'd snap too.

I might even ask myself how
I'd get back at that person,

particularly if that
person were keeping me

from my higher calling,

writing professionally,
gaining recognition.

( tense theme playing)

You think I killed Daphne
over a writing competition?

You had motive, opportunity,

and plenty of anger.

You wanna talk about motive?

Do you have any idea how many
rich people Daphne's pissed off

in this city?

Try reading a few
of our exposés.

(knocking on door)

Still no DNA on the
hair from Daphne's pool.

My guess is Stephen Burkett.

Daphne, uh, sent him to
Chicago to pick up some scarf.

He was really
pissed off about it.

When did that happen?
He left four days ago.

Then he didn't kill her.

Uh...

After death, the cells break
down and potassium levels rise.

Daphne's potassium
levels are way too high

for somebody who was
dead for only two days.

So you're saying she was killed
while Stephen was out of town?

I will know for sure when we get
a timeline from Curtis' maggots.

Meanwhile, look at this.

I sectioned a renal artery,

looking for the causes
of her kidney problems.

You see that blue
material? Yeah, what is it?

Old suture granulomas
from kidney surgery.

And this is an almost
completely healed fracture

of the cheekbone.

I think Daphne's health problems

started after
somebody beat her up.

There's no hospital record.

She took care of it privately.

I'm sure there's a number of
doctors who owed her a favor.

What are those? Articles.

Daphne took down some very
big names in the past two years,

so I'm guessing one of these
guys was trying to get revenge.

How long ago do you
think she was assaulted?

Those suture calluses
look about a year old.

September, a month prior.

So...

Colin Lloyd.

The department-store
magnate? Mm-hm.

That affair was
the talk of the town.

Cost him $50 million.

I will look into him. Ah-ah.

(Curtis singing)

Could you try not to
enjoy that so much?

Somebody's having a rough day.

It's just...

There's no roots on the
hair, so no nuclear DNA.

It's the only evidence
from the killer,

and I'm a little stressed,

so a little quiet
would go a long way.

Did you hear that? Eat quietly.

Now, I can try to extract

the mitochondrial
DNA from the shaft.

Whoa.

CURTIS: What happened?

Uh, it just... It fell apart.

Hmm.

(singing)

So the mysterious hair.

It's human, Caucasian
and really weird.

Traces of arsenic and lead.

The killer has two different
kinds of heavy-metal poisoning?

I tested it twice. It's bizarre.

What about mitochondrial DNA?

Samples are pretty degraded.

You know, bones, teeth
and hair are sort of your thing,

so I was hoping
you would not mind...

Do your job for you?

I'd settle for with you.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

MEGAN: Ugh. PETER:
Just go to the club.

She doesn't want me there.

She wants me there,
in front of her friends.

Well, maybe today she
just wants your company.

Luke Tillman.

Convicted of assaulting
Daphne a year ago.

He only got three months.

How did he pull that off?

Well, Daphne refused to testify.

Three months was
all the DA could get.

Why would she refuse
to testify? It's public.

When you're a power player,

you can't afford to
show your weakness.

So where's Tillman
now? MORRIS: Dead.

Shanked in prison.

Heh. Convenient.

Too convenient.

Tillman worked in
shipping. Guess where.

Colin Lloyd's flagship store.

How about that?

So he sends Tillman
to beat up Daphne,

and then a year
later he kills her?

You've never been
divorced. MORRIS: Amen.

So how do we get to Colin Lloyd?

Oh, don't look at me.

He'll be lawyered
up to the gills.

Peter? Yeah?

Do you own a tuxedo?

( suspenseful theme playing)

MAN: Here you go. Thanks.

WOMAN: Megan?

It's been ages.
Oh, Suzanne. Heh.

Suzanne, this is my
colleague, Peter Dunlop.

Hi. MEGAN: Jim
and Suzanne Pollato.

They own Niçoise
Restaurant. Oh, right.

Colleague? Well,
someone has to be.

What are you doing
these days, Megan?

You're a mortician, right?

Medical examiner, actually.

Did you hear about
Daphne Zimmer?

I'm working on her case.

Oh, good Lord. I just
decided to be cremated.

(all laugh)

How about a drink
inside, huh? Good idea.

Lovely to see you both.

(playing mellow song)

Do you see Lloyd anywhere?

Relax. Act like
you own the place.

I don't even own
this tux, Megan.

MEGAN: Well, speak of the
devil. There's Colin Lloyd himself.

And here we go.

Oh, my. Oh, darling.

I was sure you wouldn't
come. Oh, I was too.

Hi, how are you? How are you?

And who's this? Peter Dunlop.

Hello. Hi.

Well, he's marvelous.

Ah. We, uh, work together.

Of course you do. Heh.

Brendan, I'd like you to
meet my daughter, Megan.

Joan has told me
a lot about you.

I'm sure that was
excruciating for you.

Only the good things, dear.

Now, there are so many
people I want you to meet, so...

Brendan, do you happen
to know Colin Lloyd?

(speaking indistinctly)

Colin? Sure.

Would you mind
terribly introducing me?

Not at all.

That's very good.
I will say no. Colin.

Brendan.

This is Megan Hunt,
Joan's daughter.

How do you do? Hello.

You're every bit as
beautiful as your mother.

That's an amazing
dress. Oh, thank you.

Would you mind
taking a photo with me?

Absolutely, I'd be delighted.

MEGAN: Peter?

Ow!

What do you know
about Luke Tillman?

The hell? MEGAN:
He worked for you.

He was convicted of
assaulting Daphne Zimmer

after she ran that
exposé on you.

What are you getting at?
You're aware she was murdered?

Megan, what on earth...?
Are you accusing me?

She cost you $50
million. What happened?

Sending Tillman to beat
her up wasn't enough?

Who the hell do
you think you are?

I'm a medical examiner.

And if I find out you had
anything to do with her death,

I'll nail you to the wall.

Thank you for the
invitation, Mother.

I think we're done here.

Joan. I don't know what to say.

You didn't have to make a
scene just to get a hair sample.

Uh, actually, I did.

I had to startle Lloyd enough
to get him to open his eyes.

I noticed these café
au lait spots on his neck,

which are common birthmarks,
but his were rather large,

so then I looked at his irises.

What are those
flecks? Lisch nodules.

Tiny benign
growths on the irises.

They're associated
with a disease

called neurofibromatosis type 1.

Now watch this.

They both have them.

I don't suppose
that's a coincidence.

No, it is not.

Timmy Akers, the intern
at Daphne's magazine,

is Colin Lloyd's son.

( dramatic theme playing)

MORRIS: You are
Colin Lloyd's son.

Yeah. How'd you find out?

MEGAN: You have
your father's eyes.

Akers. Your mom's maiden name?

That's right. I want
nothing to do with my father.

Strange timing, you joining
the magazine a year ago,

right after Daphne's
written that article

skewering your father.

How do you think I got this job?

I was the one that
came to Daphne

with the story on my father.

She gave me an
internship in return.

Daphne was assaulted
after that article came out.

Were you aware of that?

I had no idea.

But I wouldn't put
it past my father.

You expensed travel to
and from Daphne's house?

You've been there dozens of
times over the last few months.

You must know the house well.

Hold on.

You think I did
it? I liked Daphne.

She gave me a chance
when no one else would.

She trusted me.

Why? Why did she trust you?

Because I understood her.

She wasn't the monster
people made her out to be.

She needed some help, so
I ran some errands for her.

What kind of errands?
Anything she wanted.

Food if she was
at home, or books.

Or heating pads.

A space heater once.
She was always cold.

And bottled water. She
couldn't drink enough.

Aches, chills, thirst.

They're all connected
to her kidney damage.

I appreciate you teeing up

Stephen and Lauren
and Timmy for me,

but you know what would
be even more helpful?

A cause of death. Hell, I'd
even settle for a time of death.

Believe me, no one is
more frustrated than I am.

( tense theme playing)

JOAN: Megan.

Mom, what are you doing here?

I came here because
I wanted to tell you

how disappointed and hurt I
was with your behavior at the club.

Okay, wait...

It was graceless, insensitive
and wildly inappropriate.

I thought Daphne
was your friend.

And besides, Colin
Lloyd, he had it coming.

You think this is
about Colin Lloyd?

You embarrassed me and yourself.

Well, you know, I
don't feel embarrassed,

so I guess it's all about you.

No, it's about my friends.
And Daphne was my friend.

You know I owe her my career

because of the article
she wrote years ago.

You have no idea how
I'm going to miss her.

What a lonely world you
inhabit in that head of yours.

I feel sorry for you, Megan.

You don't know what
it's like to have friends.

(scoffs)

You know what?
You're right. I don't.

Because after my accident,
after I lost my profession,

my standing,

where were my friends? Hmm?

Where were you? I
was right here for you.

No, you weren't.

You were embarrassed.

You were too worried
about your friends.

KATE: They're all
like this? ETHAN: Yes.

Thank you.

(laughs)

Well, according
to your analysis,

Daphne's killer
is high on opium,

poisoned by various metals,

and puts resin in their
hair for reasons unknown.

It is an odd series of traits.

Odd? Yeah, the person
is certifiable, Ethan.

All right, let's look
for any contamination

and run another PCR.

Try to get a match
to some suspects.

You got it.

Yes? Nothing.

It's just, uh, you're
being really nice to me,

which, don't get me
wrong, it's really great,

but it can't be because of me.

My private life is private.

Let's leave it
at that, all right?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

( light-hearted theme playing)

Can you fax that for me, please?

Hey. Where's Ethan on
the hair from the pool?

Stuck.

Uh, no matches to Lloyd
or anyone at the magazine.

So no signs of
trauma, no drowning.

She was ill, but not terminal.

Got something for you.

He went from stage two to
stage three just a few minutes ago.

You got a time of death?

This little guy was laid
approximately 70 hours ago.

Wait, so Daphne was
dead for two days after all?

Yeah. And there's something
strange about this guy.

His growth is stunted.
Is he diseased?

He's high. I tested his family.

They're all full of
acetylsalicylic acid.

Aspirin? That could
spike her potassium levels.

The last thing you wanna
take for kidney disease.

Unless she didn't
know she was taking it.

PETER: Only two of
these people had access

to Daphne's medical records.

And thanks to Curtis' bugs,

one of them just
lost his four-day alibi.

Hmm. Heh.

( dramatic theme playing)

MORRIS: Two days?

Two days? You're positive now?

Bugs don't lie.

So Stephen had time to
come back from Chicago

and kill her with aspirin?

Daphne's system was
extremely sensitive.

When Luke Tillman assaulted
her, she sustained kidney damage,

leading to secondary
hyperparathyroidism,

leading to hypercalcemia,

causing paranoia
and mood swings.

But the kidney damage
also elevated her potassium.

Promise me when you tell him
that, it'll actually make sense.

MEGAN: Giving her aspirin was
like throwing gasoline on a fire.

Her potassium levels spiked,
and her heart stopped like that.

Daphne complained of
headaches all the time.

She wanted the aspirin.

Aspirin or other painkillers?

I didn't know it was dangerous.

(laughs): Oh, come on.

You screened every call
she took, including doctors.

You mean you didn't know
what aspirin would do to her?

No. I had no idea
how sick she was.

Stephen, help yourself.

It's time for the truth.

You gotta understand.

Every pill I slipped her

was a day of freedom
from Daphne hell.

She'd stay home and I
could get some writing done,

which is the only reason

that I put up with
her in the first place.

You never noticed the
more aspirin you gave her,

the sicker she became?

No, no, wait a second. I
wasn't trying to hurt her.

It was only aspirin.

That, my friend, is called
involuntary manslaughter.

( tense theme playing)

Congratulations.

I hear that Stephen
Burkett's under arrest.

Oh, I thought that
would be good news.

Potassium-induced cardiac arrest

is a diagnosis of exclusion.

We know her heart
stopped, we don't know why.

Aspirin's all we got.

It's all we need, along
with Stephen's confession.

If Stephen goes to jail
and the killer remains free

because we couldn't
find cause of death,

that's a triple tragedy.

Megan, it's all we
have for the moment.

Just try and take your
mind off the job, okay?

Look, a bunch of us
are going out tonight.

Eight o'clock at the J
Bar on South Street.

Why don't you come?

Oh, I don't know if I
can. My mother called.

She wants me to have dinner
with her. She wants a truce.

Then you should do that.

Peter?

Why now? What do you mean?

I mean, this is the first time

you've ever invited
me to anything.

Don't look so shocked.

We just wanna hang
out with you, that's all.

That is it. What?

You are a genius.

PETER: Did I miss
something? No, I did.

See those? Epicardial petechiae.

Microbleeds around the heart.

PETER: From the
aspirin, right? Nope.

Now look at this.

See those bands?

Myofiber breakup.
It's extremely rare.

I've only seen one paper on it.

So, what is it?

Daphne's heart cells
changed dramatically

in the last seconds of her life,

which means only one thing.

Yeah?

What can stop a heart,
cause microscopic trauma,

and pass for
potassium-induced cardiac arrest,

all without leaving a trace?

What?

(grunts)

Daphne was electrocuted.

Where there's electrocution,
there has to be an exit wound.

Bring that light
over here, will you?

(groans)

Everything's on.

It's not the pool outlets.

Main outlets look fine.
No sign of a power surge.

Turn on the garden lights.

PETER: Looks like
a small bull's eye.

That's where the
current left her body.

Her waterlogged
skin hid the mark.

Okay, so, what are these?

Contact burns.
Some kind of grill?

MEGAN: Huh.

Timmy mentioned buying
Daphne a space heater.

Find out what kind. Okay.

Alcohol, opium and arsenic.

Alcohol, opium and arsenic.

Wait a second.

(laughs)

Bingo.

Looks like charring.

This outlet's shorted out.

Something was plugged in here.

Finally have some
news for you on the hair

from Daphne Zimmer's pool.

It was chock-full of everything,

alcohol, opium, various metals.

We just assumed
it was fresh hair.

Trace alcohol was
actually absinthe,

and the opiates were laudanum.

Laudanum? No one
uses that anymore.

Add to that high
concentrations of heavy metals,

and your hair is over
a hundred years old.

Possibly Victorian.

They used to put hair
in jewelry as keepsakes.

Okay.

These gentlemen are
extremely fashionable,

but only one wears
jewelry exactly like that.

I'll tell Bud to get a warrant.

MORRIS: So, Miss Matthews,
it doesn't look good for you.

We pulled this lock of hair
from Daphne Zimmer's pool.

And once we match it to
the locket you're wearing,

we can place you at
the scene of the crime.

LAUREN: We were friends.

Daphne let me swim
in her pool all summer.

MORRIS: I assume you
have a key. LAUREN: Yeah.

You wanna see it?
Where you going?

How many times a
week did you, uh, swim...?

This is Dr. Hunt.

Is your wrist
bothering you? Yeah.

MEGAN: Oh, that's a nasty burn.

Oh, yeah, I just burned
myself in the kitchen.

No, you didn't.

You went to see
Daphne that morning.

You were pissed.

Daphne?

MEGAN: Because
you had to compete

with interns for the
journalism award.

I've worked for
you for 11 years.

I reward good
writing, not seniority.

MEGAN: The two of you fought.

I trusted you. You
witch. Get out of here.

MEGAN: Daphne
grabbed your necklace,

and the lock of
hair fell into the pool.

You thought, "Eleven
years of service overlooked."

You lost control,
saw the space heater,

and threw it in the pool.

No! Don't!

MEGAN: When you
realized what you'd done,

I'd like to think that
you tried to save her.

You went to unplug the
heater and shocked yourself.

Agh!

MEGAN: And that's when
you burned your wrist.

After the circuit was blown,

you took it out of the pool,
thought you left nothing behind.

( dramatic theme playing)

But you were wrong.

Rose gold contains copper.

Copper conducts electricity.

That is an electromagnetic
burn on your wrist.

I had, uh, gone
there to complain,

and, uh, she fired me.

It was an accident. She just...

Lauren Matthews,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Daphne Zimmer.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the
right to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney,

an attorney will
be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights?

Goodbye, Daphne.

( mid-tempo pop music playing)

Where is Kate?
She is not coming.

How about Dr. Hunt?

Well, I guess she
can't make it either.

Figures.

Boys' night. Ha, ha! All right.

Let's do it. Yeah.

(laughing)

Sorry I'm late.

I didn't give up
on you, you know.

( mellow theme playing)