Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 1, Episode 8 - Buried Secrets - full transcript

( upbeat pop theme playing)

(tires screeching)

(mellow theme playing)

Am I interrupting?
Lacey horseback riding.

I remember when a
phone was just a phone.

You look well. So do you.

And what's good here?
Uh, blueberry scones.

Stains the teeth. Quiche?

Not a fan. Coffee?

Would you put that thing down?

This is supposed to be my
quality time with my daughter.



I wanna show you my favorite.

JOAN: She looks just
like you at that age.

(chuckles)

I thought your father
was out of his mind

letting you do that.

For God's sake,
tell her to be careful.

You of all people should know
how fast an accident can happen.

(cell phone beeps)

Can I have my
phone back, please?

A Peter Dunlop just
sent you a text message.

"DB on Route 14.
Chief wants you."

Mom.

He spelled the
letter U, by the way.

Just give me my
damn phone, please.



I have to go. Of course you do.

There's a dead body
out there somewhere

who's more important than I am.

As usual, you don't understand.

I understand all right.

You care more about
the dead than the living,

because they can't talk back.

Believe it or not, they
have something to say.

(sirens wailing)

( dramatic theme playing)

You know that's Joe Salerno,
right? He's one of ours.

He may be one of yours,

but it's our scene
until I say otherwise.

Say otherwise. Not
until Dr. Hunt gets here.

Right, thanks. We're joined
at the hip now because of you.

Why don't you go
start a canvass?

Oh, really? Look for suspects.

Why didn't I think of that?

Hey, you, get back!
Up that hill right now.

MEGAN: We have got
spectators. Why all the attention?

Victim's name is Joe Salerno.

Eighteen-year vet of the force,

homicide detective
for the past six.

KATE: Whoever
hit him didn't stop.

The cops are out
for blood on this one.

So was somebody else.

Bruising in the
joints, petechia.

Not much on the ground, huh?

Hmm. See something?

It's what I'm not
seeing that interests me.

How long has he been here?

Call came just before daybreak.

His blood is not coagulating.

Two hours. It should
be molasses by now.

Maybe the timeline's off.

Something's off.

Peter, get a sample,
will you? Sure.

I cannot stress enough

the high-profile
nature of this case.

Really? You sure
you want me on this?

I know what you're good at.

Hmm.

An hour on the news

and the crazies are
already calling in.

Frank Rizzo did it.

Traffic cam on the
overpass is busted.

The next one's a mile away.

Too far to see anything,

but at least we have some
license plates coming and going.

Then let's start
running them down.

Um, detectives?

We got the driver.

( tense theme playing)

How did I know you'd be waiting?

Cop killer, this is
serious stuff. Can I help?

No. Oh, come on,
throw me a bone.

Taken from the scene.
Label it priority, run a...

Priority? Blood scraped off
the Schuylkill Expressway?

For all you know, this is
half tire tread and motor oil.

Maybe that's
what I'm testing for.

You know how big this case is.

Why test blood you know

is contaminated
with foreign matter?

Why not take blood
directly from the body?

I plan to do that too.

Okay. Uh, the
blood, should I run it?

No. Yes.

You may not have to.
Driver turned herself in.

Twenty-four-year-old
named Sara Gonzales.

Was on her way home from
the late shift at Harry's Diner.

She heard it on the news.

Claims she felt a bump.
Thought she hit an animal.

Animal? She didn't
notice a grown man

standing in the path of her car?

That's why we're here.
To confirm her story.

Mm-hm.

Well, the first
thing I can tell you

is Sara Gonzales wasn't lying.

Detective Salerno
wasn't standing

in the middle of the
road when she hit him.

He was lying on his back.

Are you telling me he was lying
in the middle of the highway?

You okay?

We came out of the
academy together.

Rode the projects before
Joey made detective.

Does he have family?
BAKER: Wife, Helen.

I set them up. They got
an 8-year-old daughter.

MEGAN: What have you
got, Ethan? ETHAN: Not much.

Just a wrinkled piece of
paper with a green smudge.

The point of impact is here.

You can see the gash runs
across the shin, not up the leg.

I assume that nobody knows
what he was doing out there.

That's right.

Well, he was run over by a car
going at a considerable speed.

I can already tell you

he's got massive
internal bleeding.

But notice that
there is not a lot

of blood or bruising anywhere.

What are you trying to say?

He was already dead
when the car hit him.

( mellow theme playing)

What are you doing here, Joey?

That's what we're
gonna find out.

I met him working the
Christmas murders back in '06.

I'm really sorry, Sam.

Yeah. Me too.

So you find anything on
him that could help us?

Wallet, pen, wedding ring,

and that piece of paper

with some green
grainy material on it.

But not enough to sample.

So, what's your theory?

The tibia bones were driven
into the bottom of the feet,

the heel bones were
fractured bilaterally.

The impact was
vertical. Vertical?

Yeah, see it with
jumpers all the time.

Joe Salerno was no
jumper, you got that?

I wasn't saying he was.
He didn't jump, Sam.

My guess is he was
thrown or pushed

after he was already dead.

After? So, what did kill him?

His tox screen came
back negative for drugs.

Well, he's got intracranial
bleeding, bleeding gums.

Leukemia? Thrombocytopenia?

Bleeding in the GI
tract. Hemophilia?

Bleeding in his joints.

I'm running another
blood test, aren't I?

Now, please.

Our lieutenant said the
mayor's called already.

He wants a swift resolution,

as if we don't. So,
what did you find out?

When was the last time
you saw Detective Salerno?

I don't know. Last
summer, maybe. Why?

MORRIS: Been on desk
duty the last couple months.

Some drug dealer
filed assault charges.

He's under official review.

Does that sound like
Joe? No, no. Not at all.

Joe wears you down,

he doesn't beat it out of you.
Let's go get this drug dealer.

Sam. Maybe you should
talk to Helen Salerno instead.

Okay.

Come with me. I think you
should get to know Joe before...

Before you do what you do.

I'd like that.

And I'll go with you
to interview the dealer.

That way nobody else
winds up on desk duty.

(scoffs)

I got three pins in my elbow

because of your dead detective.

Is that why you killed him?

What, you think I was driving
the Schuylkill this morning

hoping that Salerno would
jump in front of my car?

That's not how he died.

Somebody killed him and
dumped him from the overpass.

Well, it wasn't me.
PETER: So, what happened

between you and Salerno
a couple months ago?

I was on market one day,

helping some old ladies
cross the street and whatnot,

when, uh, a car pulls
up, Detective Roadkill...

That's Detective Salerno to you.

Whatever.

Comes chasing after me.

I don't have the info he wants,

so he decides to crank my arm
and bash me up against the wall.

Yeah, because
you're an angel, right?

Look, Detective
Salerno can kiss my a...

Peter.

Go easy. Easy, Peter.

What's with you cops?
You all got a short fuse?

So, what information
did you have

that Salerno thought
you could give him?

I don't know where
he was last night.

That didn't worry you?

Not these days.

I figured he was on a case.

Helen, Joe wasn't on a case.

What do you mean by these days?

Excuse me. I'll give
you guys a moment.

All right, Helen, talk to
me. What's going on?

(sighs)

I don't know.

Joe hasn't been
himself for a while.

How do you mean?

In the last six months
he's been irritable, cranky.

I tried to talk to him about it.

He just...

He'd just get
sullen and removed.

We've barely spoke...

We've barely spoken
in the last month.

I started to think...

No way, Helen. Joe
loved you and Becky.

We're gonna get
to the bottom of this.

We're gonna find out
who did this to Joe.

Hi.

I'm Megan.

I'm Becky.

Hi, Becky. Did you
know my father?

No, I didn't. But I wish I did.

Wow, those are beautiful.

Did you make
those all by yourself?

It's called origami.

Ah.

My dad folded the
paper. I colored them in.

Until he stopped.

Because of work, I guess.

I'm making bracelets
now. Wanna help?

BAKER: Dr. Hunt?

I gotta go. Bye.

Helen Salerno thought
Joe was working a case.

I hope to God he
wasn't having an affair.

I wouldn't know
how to break it to her.

He wasn't having an affair.
He was freelancing an old case.

Lizzy Adler, student
athlete, Penn Hill College.

Murdered last year.

Killer never found.
Remember? Yeah, sure.

Star lacrosse player goes
to team's end-of-year party,

wanders off, and no
one sees her again

until she's found in a
ditch in Cobbs Creek Park.

Well, Chuck Foster was
the prime suspect in the case.

He left the party the
same time she did.

You know, Helen said Joe had
been acting moody and distant.

And then he assaults Foster?

Look, I didn't know Salerno,

but that sounds like
a lot of cops to me.

Not Joey.

Everybody's got that one
case they can't let go of.

MEGAN: Anything new
with our drug dealer?

Salerno suspected
him of killing a girl

named Lizzy Adler a year ago,

but he couldn't make it stick.

Huh. I'd like to see
her autopsy report.

What's that? I'm
not exactly sure.

I found it in his heart. Is
that some kind of stent?

(sighs)

Hey, you did that
at the crime scene.

What?

Is your paresthesia
acting up again?

What is it with you?

Any time I have a problem,
you gotta point it out?

Ha, ha. Maybe because
you never allow yourself

to have a problem, Megan.

I had breakfast with
my mother, okay?

My hands went numb
and I dropped my knife.

Unfortunately, it didn't
land in her jugular.

It's a complicated relationship.

It looks like it's an
undigested capsule.

At least half of one.

How did it end up in his heart?

The horizontal impact of the car

pushed his ribs into his
stomach and into his heart.

And this got caught
along the way.

Zorpac?

Is that a drug?

It's a brand name
for a generic refillable.

So whatever he swallowed,

it wasn't over the
counter, it was homemade.

Okay.

There you go, all
right. Thanks a lot.

I'll see you soon.

Got any of these?

Hey. Ah! Easy.

Three pins, man. Oh, God.
Unh! Wanna go for four?

(grunts)

Look, I'll tell you what

I told Salerno a hundred times.

I was at the party.

Lizzy was hitting on me.

(chuckles)

Okay, I was hitting on her.

But then her coach
stormed in and that was it.

Party's over. I never
saw her again after that.

Didn't follow her,
take her to the park?

Choke her, dump her in the mud?

Joe was getting warm, so you
made up the assault charges

just to keep him away.

Did I make this up? A
broken elbow, three pins?

And, no, I don't want a fourth.

Then why don't we drop the B.S.?

We found a whole
pharmacy in your apartment.

You've been doctoring pills

and Salerno died
with one inside him.

Why don't you save us some
time and tell us what was in it?

Look. I don't know.

He tossed my place
more than once.

Maybe he copped some pills.

You seriously expect me
to believe that Joe Salerno

was stealing drugs
from a maggot like you?

Well, you asked for the
truth and I gave it to you.

And you, you're scaring me.

Then we'll take
you to the best place

that's safe from cops, holding.

(girls shouting indistinctly)

(grunts)

All right, let's bring it in.

I know you're not walking.

I'm Detective Morris.

This is my partner,
Detective Baker.

Hi, Hal Davis.

We heard about Detective
Salerno this morning.

Figured somebody would be by.

Why is that? ELLIE: Lizzy Adler.

It's been a year since she died.

He was still trying to
figure out what happened.

And you talked to him recently?

We've all spoken to him
at one time or another.

He was here practically

every morning
for the last month.

What did you tell him?

Was interested in
the night of the party.

Who was there, what happened...

And that creep, Chuck Foster.

That creep says you ran him off.

Well, it was an
unauthorized party.

I closed it down as soon
as I found out about it.

Anything else?

You wanna say
something, Miss, uh...?

Heather. Heather Clayton.

Heather, not your theory again.

Oh, you have a theory? Great.

I told Detective Salerno.
Lizzy was a talker.

Especially about boys.
But when she died,

she was dating someone
she wouldn't tell us about.

I'm not sure I follow you.

Well, Penn Hill has
strict fraternization rules.

A professor gets
caught dating a student,

well, it's a heap of trouble.

Coaches too, I assume?

(chuckles)

I'm flattered.
Was it the hair loss

or the gut that made you ask?

(girls chuckles)

What are you looking at me for?

(knock on door)

Have you been in the
records room recently?

It's a nightmare.

What are you looking
for? Adler's file.

I've been in there 30 minutes
and I can't even locate the A's.

That's not even
how it's organized.

It's by medical
examiner, then year,

then last name of decedent.

Lizzy Adler's autopsy was
handled by Harold Robson,

who, as you know,
is no longer with us.

This is about to turn into
more work for me, isn't it?

(hip-hop music
playing over earphones)

Oh. Hey, detective.

You got the results from
that second blood test?

Uh, yeah.

Then why don't I know about it?

Well, I just texted
Dr. Hunt my findings.

Did you text it to me?

I'm not really
supposed to do that.

I wish I could help, but...

Just tell me what
killed my friend.

Uh, well, the first test was,
um, a standard tox screen.

Turned up nothing.

The second, because of
all the internal bleeding,

was a specific test for
anticoagulant factors.

It turned up warfarin.
Delivered in this.

You know, it's a funny
thing about warfarin.

It was originally
marketed as a rat poison.

Until it was found to be

effective at
preventing thrombosis

and embolisms in humans.

So you think this
is funny? No, no.

Not funny "ha-ha,"
funny interesting.

Look, he died from
warfarin poisoning,

but there's no way a single
capsule that size could do it.

I mean, he was dosed
over several days.

Which pretty much
nails this as murder.

Doesn't it?

(tense theme playing)

So you think the same
person who killed Joe,

killed Lizzy Adler?

It's a theory.

Whoever killed Lizzy
wouldn't hesitate to kill the guy

who was close to nailing him.

Hmm. Well, I finally found
the original autopsy photos.

Oh, let's take a look.

CURTIS: Uh, mud in
nasal cavity consistent

with suffocation in ditch.

No evidence of any...

Wait, wait, wait,
hold on, hold on.

That's wrong. What's wrong?

Look at this.

Hmm. Tan lines.

Apparently what Harold Robson
thought too, but look again.

CURTIS: Contact pallor?

She came to rest
on something hard.

Presumably a floor,
but certainly not mud.

CURTIS: But it's pinked
from blood refilling the area.

Which tells us? She was moved.

After she was dead, but
before livor mortis set in.

So now what?

Is there anything in the report
about a mark on her neck?

No.

Okay, then we have our reason.

Reason to do what?

Uh-uh. Oh, no. Mm-mm.
Don't even say it.

Curtis, we're exhuming her.

(tense theme playing)

You want me to notify
Lizzy Adler's family?

You are so much more
persuasive than I am.

Does the chief know?
What do you think?

Dr. Hunt, uh, Detective
Baker was here yesterday...

Did you tell her
about the warfarin?

I know you prefer to
keep results in-house

unless you decide otherwise.

I do, Well, I kind of...

But in this case
Salerno's her friend.

You ever lost a friend?
Keep her in the loop.

Here. What's this?

It's a number for
Lizzy Adler's family.

I need you to call them
about an exhumation.

Me? Yeah, you.

We never release autopsy results

until our investigation
is complete.

And certainly not in the
case of a dedicated member

of the Philadelphia
Police Department.

Our office will continue
to work with the police

for a swift resolution
of this case.

Oh, deftly done.

Face time on TV and
a plug for the police.

Glad you appreciate it.

Where are we on
our investigation?

Lizzy Adler wasn't killed
in Cobbs Creek Park.

I meant where are we on
finding Joe Salerno's killer?

You may have noticed
he's the one on the news,

not Lizzy Adler.

Her body was moved.

Our only chance of finding
out from where is to exhume her.

If we find her killer, I
bet that we find Salerno's.

After a year in the ground with
decomp and contamination?

We finally have a cause of
death on Salerno, run with that.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Get the body we
have off the table

before you put
another one on, okay?

Well, that's that.

That's not that, is it?

Is it ever?

( tense theme playing)

Two mornings in a row.
Must be some kind of record.

Good morning, mother.

Victor, did you know
that this is my daughter?

Uh, good morning, Your Honor.

He's terrified of me.

You seem to be the
only person who isn't.

If you're coming to
me, something's wrong.

You despise owing me a favor.

Lizzy Adler was just
19 when she was killed,

and now the man dedicated
to solving her murder

is also dead.

I would like justice for
them and their families.

I know you can understand that.

And you notified the family?
Happening as we speak.

She, uh, meets the
burden, Your Honor.

She better.

You realize Elizabeth Adler

is buried in Orchard
Brook Cemetery?

Thank you, mother.

MORRIS: Sometime last
year Lizzy clammed up

about her love life.

So Sam's on campus now
looking for any old professors

who might wanna
keep an affair quiet.

PETER: In other words,
you drew the short end.

No, I wanted to look at a girl
who's been dead for a year.

Didn't know you were
such a wuss, Bud.

What is that?

A ball? A very old one.

The cover and the
stitching are both animal.

Huh.

See that hair sticking
out there, that's animal too.

What's it doing in the coffin?

Well, you have this
more than in hand,

so I'll be on my way.

Go with the coffin.
Make sure they're careful.

I don't want them
compromising the fungal.

You got it.

Okay, let's take
her to the hearse.

And you heard Dr. Hunt, gently.

Any error could affect the case.

(mellow theme playing)

My dad.

How old were you?

Lacey's age.

How did it happen?

Suicide.

MORRIS: Are you sure, professor?

No, I have never seen

nor heard of Joe
Salerno in my life.

Have you heard of,
uh, Sarah Kaiser?

Or Anne Tanaka?

According to your dean,

they both accused you
of coming on to them.

Girls get crushes.

And some of them get vengeful

when they don't
like their grades.

You recognize this?

We did a little research.

It's a 19th century lacrosse
ball made of hair and deerskin.

Used by the, uh,
Iroquois, apparently.

And what do Sarah
Kaiser, Anne Tanaka

and Lizzy Adler have in common?

That's your Native
American History class,

in which that lacrosse ball
was a well-known visual aid.

You dug Lizzy up?

You know Tosca, Puccini's opera?

Tosca murders Scarpia

and then lays a crucifix on
his body to appease her guilt.

Wait a second, that's
what this is about?

You think that I killed Lizzy?

You two were sleeping together?

We shared an admiration
for lacrosse, that's all.

At her viewing, I
slipped it into her casket

as a memento of our friendship.

MORRIS: Oh, come on, professor.

She was having a relationship
she was trying to hide,

and you, at the
mention of her name,

can barely keep it together.

You two were having this thing,

she wanted out, and
you couldn't deal...

She didn't want out.

She was planning
on taking me to dinner

the night after she died.

Is that so? ELLIOTT:
Yes, detective.

I was out of town.

She wanted to welcome me home.

CURTIS: Robson's report says
Lizzy was suffocated in the park

because of mud
found in her nasal cavity

inhaled at the time of death.

But we now know the mud got
in there when she was moved.

If we're lucky we'll find
somewhere behind the mud

what she actually inhaled
when she took her last breath.

Huh.

How did he miss this? He didn't.

At the time of Lizzy's death,

any particulate matter
in her nasal cavity

would have been
loose and uncollectible.

But over time, her
body desiccated

and the foreign matter
hardened into that plug.

Stop what you're
doing. Immediately.

You just broke the law.

(tense theme playing)

You are the deputy chief.

You're supposed to be the hammer

when it comes to
procedure and budget.

Have you forgotten
who you work for?

You, I know.

Not me, the taxpayers.

They're not paying
you to flout regulations.

We have a perfectly
valid court order.

Forgetting for the moment
that you disobeyed me,

which, quite frankly,
I'm coming to expect,

did you even bother to inform
the family about the exhumation?

Ethan did.

Didn't you? I've been trying.

What? We broke procedure?

The Adlers moved to Miami.
Their number's unlisted.

The number Pete gave
me was just a service.

You would have known
if you called yourself.

Or even waited long enough
for Ethan to get back to you.

So now I get to
explain to the family

that we violated their
right to be informed.

And I really hope for your sake

that they don't wanna
file a formal complaint.

Tell them we're trying to
find their daughter's killer.

That'll be all, Dr. Hunt.

Sorry.

Better that the chief
tells them anyway.

But I'm gonna let
you make it up to me.

Find out what that is.

(knock on door)

You called me? Uh, yeah.

I... I'm...

(sighs)

I didn't have many
friends as a kid.

I had a couple.

Well, none. None, really. Um...

But I had a guinea
pig named Kenny.

And, uh, one day I left the
door open at my parents' house

and the neighbor's cat...

Wait, hold on. Ha, ha.

Are you comparing Joe
Salerno to a guinea pig?

Yes.

You see, it was the first
time I ever experienced

the death of someone I loved.

I mean, I cried for weeks.

But the worst part was,
no one understood why.

Dr. Hunt wanted me
to keep you in the loop.

All right, so, what
am I looking at?

ETHAN: The bottom
layer is mud taken from

Cobbs Creek Park
where she was found.

The top layer is
crushed shale and brick.

From where Lizzy was killed.

Yeah, now, shale and brick

are the most common
constituents of clay.

Same stuff we found
on that piece of paper

in Detective Salerno's pocket.

Joe found the crime scene.

Somewhere where
you inhale green clay.

Penn Hill's tennis courts.

Hey, detective? Yeah?

I'm really sorry
about your friend.

The party was in the
field house over there.

And Lizzy's dorm was over there.

Tennis courts are
right in the middle.

It's a perfect place for
someone to jump her.

Chuck Foster, or the professor?

It wasn't the professor.
He was presenting

a paper in Boston.

The coach says that Salerno
was here almost every morning.

Was he that obsessive
about every case?

No. But you never
know which cases

are gonna hit you the hardest.

He had a daughter himself.

Yeah, but if I had a daughter
and was on this case,

I'd wanna be tucking
her in every night.

What are you thinking?

I'm just wondering why a
loving father and husband

becomes moody and withdrawn,

stops talking to his wife

and stops making
origami for his daughter.

I mean, he was frustrated.

Yeah, I'm frustrated too.

But I'd be folding that
paper every day if I could.

( mysterious theme playing)

I gotta get to the lab.

I loaded Joe's
neuropathology results.

You looking for
something in particular?

Run a DNA test for
CAG trinucleotide repeats

in chromosome 4.

You know this has
nothing to do with the case.

This man has a wife and daughter
who think he abandoned them.

If it was your father,

wouldn't you wanna
know different?

What are you doing? I
spoke with the Adlers.

They gave their blessing.

Ah. You didn't
think to tell me that?

Hmm. How's that feel?

(chuckles)

You know, I
remember this case. I...

I remember her parents.

So distraught they couldn't
even look at the body.

They had to ask a friend.

We're more alike
than you think, Megan.

I just follow the rules.

So you with me on this or not?

Body presents with a
consistent fungal layer

due to interment over
the course of a year.

Minimal decomposition and...

Conspicuous absence of
fungus on the nape of the neck.

Some kind of an
antifungal agent?

I can't make out the shape.

Hold on.

Is that what I think it is?

The hand of her killer.

(mellow theme playing)

Our lieutenant said you
had something for us to see.

A hand?

How is that possible?

Lizzy was pushed down
and suffocated from behind.

Whoever killed her was wearing
some kind of antifungal agent.

The previous ME had
no reason to look for it,

but after a year,

it has given us a
hand impression

surrounded by the
fungus on the body.

An antifungal agent
like for athlete's foot?

Wait a minute, there's
more. Look at the impression.

What don't you see?

A finger's missing.

And at the end of that
missing finger is a small,

little perpendicular scratch.

A finger splint.

KATE: And then look at this.

These pictures scroll
backwards through time.

Fall season, spring.

And then the end of
the regular season,

right before the
national playoffs.

And if we zoom in...

I'll be damned.

(girls shouting indistinctly)

(dramatic theme playing)

PETER: Hantavirus.

(whistle blows)

DAVIS: All right,
let's bring it in.

Detectives, something
else we can help you with?

We need to talk
to Heather Clayton.

Okay.

Uh, all right, the rest
of you, running drills.

Come on, let's go. Yeah?

How'd you break your
finger last season?

Uh, in practice,
a girl ran into me.

Lizzy Adler?

Yeah, it was an
accident, it happens.

Did you also split
your fingernail?

DAVIS: What...?
Hold on a minute.

Excuse me, what's
with all these questions?

Hit him, Peter.

I'm sorry, what? Hit him.

Lady, I don't know
who you are but...

Do I have to do
everything myself?

Hey.

Dr. Hunt, what the
hell are you doing?

My job. Heather.

After the party
you followed Lizzy

back to her dorm, didn't you?

You were mad at her.

You were angry
she broke your finger

and blew your chances
at the tournament.

You were also wearing
antifungal cream

for your fingernail.

It was on both of your hands.

And it rubbed off
on Lizzy's neck

when you held her facedown.

What you didn't realize is

you were constricting
blood to her brain

at the same time you
were compressing her chest.

And when you finally
let go, it was too late.

Whose idea was
it to cover it up?

Don't say a word, Heather.

She couldn't move
the body by herself.

It was you, coach, wasn't it?

Yeah, you know, you're
just making this all up.

Do you have a rodent problem?

What?

Hantavirus is
carried by rodents.

Rodents are killed by warfarin,
otherwise known as rat poison.

Been putting rat poison
around your field?

You know, that
doesn't prove anything.

Heather, I believe that
what you did to Lizzy

was a mistake.

But he convinced you
to lie about it, didn't he?

And then he moved Lizzy's body.

And killed Detective Salerno

when Salerno started
getting too close to the truth.

How long you gonna
cover up for him?

Not a word, Heather.

I wanted to report it
but he told me not to.

You idiot. Can't you
see that she's bluffing?

MEGAN: Oh, on
the contrary, coach.

You know, you look a lot paler
than you do in your team photos.

And you're kind
of losing your hair.

So?

So you probably thought
that was due to stress.

Stress from getting caught.

But stress didn't cause that.

Your capillaries
are rupturing, coach.

Blood is pooling in your muscles

and your joints all
from warfarin poisoning.

Those capsules that you
made to kill Joe Salerno?

You exposed yourself lethally.

You are now dying the
same death that Joe did.

I still say you're bluffing.
MEGAN: Oh, really?

Try telling me that when
you go into hypovolemic shock

and the pain is so intense

you can't even speak,
let alone scream.

We have 72 hours to hold you
until we figure out the charges.

That should be long enough

for the poison to
do its job, right?

Oh, yeah, I'd say
more than enough.

MORRIS: Hands behind your
head. BAKER: Heather Clayton.

You are under arrest for
the murder of Lizzy Adler.

You have the right
to remain silent.

No, you have to help me.

MORRIS: You saw
Detective Salerno

standing by the
court day after day.

You knew he was
closing in on Heather

and that she'd crack
under the pressure.

Yes. BAKER: But I know Joe.

And there's no way
Joe would ever do drugs.

They weren't drugs. I'd brought
him some energy supplements.

He didn't know they were poison.

You killed a good detective,

a better husband and
the father of a little girl.

Do you really think
I'm gonna help you?

I've been poisoned.
The ME said so.

Try this.

Cranberry juice? Vitamin K.

It was either that or spinach.

Wait a second. That's it?

I confessed for a
bottle of cranberry juice?

Leaves a bad taste, doesn't it?

( dramatic theme playing)

Hi.

Heard you caught the killer.

The news has been
singing your praises.

Now, what particularly
unpalatable favor

shall I ask of you?

Let's see, we could
go shopping together,

or we could try
breakfast again, or...

I know. One hour, no cell
phone, Sunday brunch at the club.

I will.

If you sign that.

This is an exhumation
request for your father.

Still looking for answers
after all these years?

He killed himself, Megan.

He took the easy way out

and he left me with
his mess to clean up.

Without a note and
without a reason why.

What do you think you're
gonna find by digging him up?

Maybe it was medical.

Maybe he was trying to spare us.

Cancer, a degenerative disease.

We will not know until we...

look.

No.

Why not?

Because you are the
only one that wants to look.

Not everything is
a mystery, Megan.

Your father left
us. Get over it.

I did.

Thanks, Mom.

I got the CAG test results back.

Thanks, Curtis. You're welcome.

(melancholy piano music playing)

Goodbye, detective.

Thank you for catching
my husband's killer.

Helen, Dr. Hunt has
something to tell you.

Joe was sick, Mrs. Salerno.
He had Huntington's disease.

It's a degenerative
brain disorder

that probably went
undiagnosed for at least a year.

I don't understand.
Why didn't I see it?

You did. It was everywhere.

His emotional distance,
his obsessiveness.

It even affected
his manual dexterity.

That's why he stopped making
origami for your daughter.

All of his behavioral changes
were symptoms of Huntington's.

And there's no way you
could have known that.

BAKER: This is Lizzy Adler.

Joe's obsession
solved her murder.

He's a hero, Helen.

You've got a lot to be proud of.

Hi, Becky.

I have something for you.

What's that?

Something your dad made for you.

Something he carried
in his pocket every day.

I knew he didn't forget.

He never forgot.

( upbeat theme playing)