Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 2, Episode 10 - Your Number's Up - full transcript
When a recent lottery winner is found brutally murdered, everyone becomes a suspect.
- Here, here.
- Throw it. Throw it.
I'm open. Come on, dude.
Here. Come on.
Oh, money. BOY 6: Money.
What do you think? Oh, amazing.
Ah, absolutely
fierce. That is so cute.
Can I borrow it?
That looks really expensive.
Oh, my God.
Um, Lace, is that your mom?
Nice hat. Can I see it?
Gotta go, Lace.
Kisses. ALICE: See you.
Wow, cashmere.
This must have cost a fortune.
It was on sale.
You bought this?
Well, you gave me a credit card.
For emergencies only.
This was a total
fashion emergency.
And what makes you
think this would be okay?
You spend like
this all the time.
Have you seen your shoes?
Hey, I bought these shoes
with the money I earned.
When you make your own
money, buy whatever you want.
But until then, you
do not spend mine
without asking me permission.
Okay, my bad.
Mistakes were
made. I'll pay for it.
How?
You're looking
chipper this morning.
Well, I'm just high
on life, I guess.
You missed a button
there, lover boy.
Oh. How you doing?
I had to return a hat
that Lacey bought
in Society Hill for $300,
using my credit card.
Oh, 13, the age of independence
and the death of reason.
That's what my
sisters went through.
Hmm.
Oh, fantastic shoes, doc.
Where'd you get them?
Society Hill. Ha, ha.
So this is where the
free-for-all took place, huh?
Yup. Courtesy of Apartment 407.
You missed out. They
picked the street clean.
No one saw the murder, though.
How much cash was tossed?
Ballpark, according
to witnesses,
over $50,000.
Whoa.
You'd never guess by this
guy's apartment, though.
Walter Brown,
the tenant of this humble abode,
lived alone, kept to himself.
Neighbors have no idea
where the money came from.
That's it? That's all you got?
We have no wallet, no
phone and no murder weapon.
There is a gaping
hole in his torso.
Doctor, I believe that
is your department.
No sign of forced entry.
He knew his assailant.
Dented drywall
and a broken glass.
Looks like there was a struggle.
These lacerations
look defensive.
Slit-like wound,
probably from a knife.
Yes, CSU found no knife.
We're gonna need a
detailed description.
Simple guy.
Nothing I'm seeing says
50 grand out the window.
The money was real.
Four years college
tuition into thin air.
What cave have
you been living in?
Four years? Try two.
You're kidding me.
Yeah, and that's if
your kid stays in state.
Oh, man. PETER: Ha, ha.
Maybe the killer threw the cash
out the window as a diversion
and then escaped
through the mayhem.
So Walt steals the money,
killer comes to collect,
Walt pays the price.
Hmm, there's a whole
lot of bruising here.
I don't think this was
just about the money.
This was personal.
Ready? Go.
Kimberly Gleason,
female, 22 years of age.
Attending surgeon, next of kin?
No, no. Skip that part.
Pathology boards only
care about the case.
Circumstances?
Three days ago,
Kimberly presented to ER
with a ruptured appendix.
Twelve hours after a
routine appendectomy,
she suffered pneumonia
and tachycardia.
It's a fast heart rate. Hmm.
Last night, she crashed.
Cardioversion was unsuccessful.
She was pronounced
dead at 11:35 p.m.
She was beautiful
and young. So sad.
Oh, a healthy college kid
dies after a simple operation?
That's not just
sad, that's hinky.
So how did I do?
Oh, my God, verbatim. Yeah?
So ready to be drilled.
Yeah. Oh, good luck. Gotta run.
Thanks.
Dr. Ethan Gross,
ready to be drilled.
Yeah, first things first.
The Gleason family's coming
in. I want you to talk to them.
Yes. Uh, no problem.
All right. Attending
surgeon, next of kin?
What?
This bruise came from the hilt,
so the blade
went all the way in.
Hilt's distinctive, so
it shouldn't take long
to narrow down the weapon.
Hmm.
You're being unusually helpful.
And you're being
unusually quiet.
Oh, Lacey rocked
Megan's credit card.
Oh, maca-dang-dang.
Thanks for sharing, Peter.
- Ha, ha.
On your way out, Curtis?
Trace from the arm
laceration and the bruise.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm.
Walter Brown is a common name,
so employment and
next of kin is still unknown.
He has no prints on file
and no criminal history,
so this guy's
like a blank slate.
Deep calluses, burn scars.
Walt knew an honest day's work,
unlike certain
prodigal offspring.
He's got a manicure,
a full-body tan and
porcelain crowns.
Those things are
like $2,000 each.
Corneal scarring, he's
had LASIK surgery.
And that looks like
a jellyfish sting.
Portuguese man-of-war,
probably from the Caribbean.
Tanning salons,
expensive elective surgery,
and travel to the
tropics. Who is this guy?
Well, in Northern Liberties,
with at least 50 grand in cash,
the natives would
call him a criminal.
That looks like a coal tattoo.
That's when coal dust
gets trapped in an open cut.
There's no active mines around,
but I think there
may be a coal-fired
power plant on the river.
I'll make some phone calls.
Whoa. MEGAN: Ha, ha, oh, my God.
This is what I
call a locker room.
It's a hot tub. Ha, ha.
That's what's important.
Yeah. That's right.
Can we help you? Yeah.
Um, Bud Morris, Philly P.D.
What's going on?
Any of you recognize this man?
Walt Brown. He's my cousin.
He's a great guy, worked
with us for 20 years.
He have any enemies you know of?
You must be looking
for a different Walt.
Ours bought
everything you see here.
Wait, wait a minute.
Walt paid for all this?
Sure. Yeah.
Why do you think
we retired his locker?
Hmm.
How exactly did
Walt pay for all this?
You mean, you don't know?
Walt won $50
million in a lottery.
Your cousin walks away
from work a multimillionaire
and no resentments?
Walt took care of everyone.
He treated his entire
shift to a week in Bermuda.
Hmm.
Every week, I played the lotto.
About eight months
ago, I miss one day.
That same day,
Walt, on a total lark,
fills out the big ticket.
So, yeah, I resented him.
It doesn't mean I
wanted him dead.
Know what he was
doing at his old apartment?
Walt loved that place.
We used to have parties
there, beer and poker.
Later, he used it as a refuge.
Well, he could have had enemies.
- Yeah.
After he'd won, he had
about 50 cousins show up
he'd never met.
Every one of them
had his hand out.
Walt lived a pretty
fast life after he won.
He'd hold huge dinner
parties for his charities,
nursing home, food banks.
Walt loved making
other people happy.
Of course, some took advantage.
Did you keep up with him?
- I tried.
It wasn't easy.
At the end of the day,
Walt was a millionaire,
the rest of us had
to go back to work.
Start by alphabetizing these.
No texting. No
wandering the halls.
But... Mom, paper kills trees.
You should at least go digital.
Oh, that's a great idea.
Scan them first
and then file them.
This isn't fair.
The punishment
doesn't fit the crime.
At 9 bucks an hour,
it'll fit eventually.
See you at 5.
There are child-labor laws.
Federal Code, Title 29...
Don't even think
about quoting Grandma.
I looked it up myself.
We're not farmers
and I'm not an actor.
There are radioactive
substances in this building.
Hey, I do not like this
any more than you do.
The sooner you get
started, the sooner you finish.
Hi, uh, I'm... What
happened to Kimberly?
Um, well, we don't know yet.
Isn't that why she
was brought here?
Will, please.
They told us she'd get better.
They told us she had pneumonia.
And now my little girl is dead?
And you're telling me
you don't know why?
Uh...
Determining cause
of death is a process...
I don't give a damn
about the process.
Can't you give us
a straight answer?
Ethan, you're needed in the lab.
Mr. Gleason,
Mrs. Gleason,
I'm Dr. Kate Murphy.
I am the chief medical examiner.
We understand
your frustration...
Hey, you.
Afternoon, Alvarez.
We're looking for a
razor-sharp, single-edged knife,
probably cutlery.
And all the blood
from the fallen cash
that we managed to
recover matches Walt's.
So Walt threw out his own money?
The rich aren't like you
and me, Megan. Well, me.
You know, they throw
cash around like it's confetti.
They spend $300 on a hat.
That's why Lacey's here, right?
Hey, I'm new at this
teenage-discipline stuff.
You got any pearls of wisdom?
Not a one.
What do you got? MEGAN:
Well, Walt was an enigma.
He seemed to be
enjoying himself.
Those abrasions on his
back are fingernail marks.
And somebody was enjoying Walt.
Or pretending to.
And his fatty liver
indicates a lot of drinking.
Amen to that.
Stomach contents show
a whole lot of red wine.
Plus aged Stilton
cheese, caviar,
beef carpaccio
and apple baklava,
well within an
hour of his death.
Well, you're Mr. Foodie.
Any idea of where
he ate all that?
Oh, no. Way above
my price range.
Maybe Lacey knows.
So an instant millionaire
is enjoying life to the hilt.
What's the riddle,
huh? Walt's big heart.
Well, maybe he was generous.
As in 500 grams big.
Whoa, that is a big heart.
Way above average.
So nodular kidneys
and hemorrhagic lesions
on his adrenals indicate
high blood pressure.
Grinding his teeth
and gastric ulcers
point to high anxiety.
If Walt was having
such a good time,
what was he so stressed about?
Huh?
How's the father-to-be
holding up?
I am armed, you know.
Well, the fellows and I
have some surprises
for you. Bell?
First, the address of
a Gladwyne mansion
under Walt's name.
He used to rent it
out for charity events.
Lopez? The DNA from Walt's cut?
A cow from Japan. Kobe beef.
Identical to the meat
found in his stomach.
So whoever cut Walt
prepared his last meal.
Mm-hm.
And Walt was big into cooking,
celebrity chef
lessons, to be exact.
There's one scheduled
at the mansion today.
I'll head out there right now.
One more thing.
What's this?
Oh, come on. Don't be like that.
Dare to dream, you
never know. Look at Walt.
You mean the dead guy?
The one with the
knife in his torso?
This is what I'm reduced to?
It's just a pipe dream.
It's an addiction.
What's going on, Bud?
When my kid is 18,
I'm gonna be 66 years old.
And the pension that I have
won't even cover a cap and gown.
You have 18 amazing years
of parenting to
worry about first.
You're gonna be okay.
Uh, the lungs
are a lot worse off
than Radiology indicated.
Uh, there's
multilobar infiltrates
and, uh, alveolar
hemorrhaging and...
I'm sorry.
I panicked.
And the people
and their emotions...
Ethan, what happened is okay.
It's my fault for putting
you in that situation.
You weren't ready.
Got it.
Necrotizing pneumonia?
How did that get
missed in Intensive Care?
It's weird, right?
Huh. I'll pay a
visit to the hospital
first thing tomorrow morning.
Be ready at 7:30 sharp.
Are you here for the
Leon Gould Experience?
The cooking lesson?
Justine. Walt's event planner.
Oh, Peter, a friend of Walt's.
Oh, have you seen him?
I've been looking
all over for him.
Not for a little while.
He throws quite a party, though.
Well, when Walt
gets into something,
he gets into it.
Next week, he wants an
18th-century masquerade
and then a Hawaiian
luau with suckling pig.
He sounds a little manic.
You have no idea.
And what is today's theme?
A taste of Italy. Comfort
food and knife skills.
Right this way.
Well, welcome,
ladies and gentlemen.
Today's lesson is all about
Northern Italian cuisine.
And in Northern Italian cuisine,
there is lots of
fresh vegetables
that need to be
sliced and diced.
Now, I'm gonna need a
couple of volunteers to help me.
Young lady, young man.
Come up here.
So we're actually gonna
make a pan-seared snapper
with a potato and apple
hash and some fresh zucchini.
Very light, very simple.
Sir, uh, your
station's over here.
Actually, uh, my
station's downtown.
What's going on?
We're investigating the
murder of Walter Brown.
Murder? MORRIS:
Yeah, he was killed
with a single-edged
Japanese chef's knife.
Kind of sort of... Yeah.
Exactly like this one.
It's easy to clean these knives,
a little harder
to sterilize them.
In the hilt of this
particular knife,
we found traces of Kobe beef.
It's actually wagyu beef.
You see, the cattle...
It's the same beef Walt
ate an hour before he died.
Your dish, Leon.
It's the same beef found
in this cut in his arm.
From your blade, Leon.
I do this knife flip.
Walt tried it, he cut himself.
So I gave him that knife to
take home and practice with.
How funny we didn't
find one at his home.
Witnesses say you left
yesterday's party early.
Yes, I did, to look for Walt.
He said somebody was
trying to crash the party
and he was gonna go
outside and deal with it.
You have any idea
who was outside?
No, but I was worried.
Walt was in a bad temper,
and it wasn't like him.
Morning.
Saw Lacey heading
out to scan some files.
She looks like a trouper.
She hates me.
Enlightenment takes a while.
Define "a while."
My sisters ran roughshod
over my mom for decades.
Oh, that's so comforting.
Cause of death
is lacerated aorta.
Walt bled out in minutes.
Letters and invoices
from the last month alone.
Walt's staff overcharged him,
distant relatives
asked for handouts.
Any one of them could
have been the party crasher.
Leon said that Walt
left the party angry,
his body said that
he was anxious.
Justine said he was manic.
I mean, you think his death
is related to his behavior?
Here as always to answer
such timely questions
is Dr. Curtis Brumfield.
Trace came back
off the chest bruises.
Magnesium oxide.
That sounds like
the power plant.
Colin certainly had motive.
Yeah, maybe, but
magnesium oxide's
a by-product of
tungsten welding.
Impressed? CURTIS: Hmm.
I got a list of toxins
from the supervisor.
I believe that Dave
had a welding visor on.
I'll get his address.
Uh, this was waiting
for you at reception.
Are you okay?
My sister died.
Dad's furious at everyone.
He wants answers.
The doctors don't care.
They don't listen.
I promise you, they do.
My mom's one of them.
I had a necklace
with a picture of her.
We can't find it.
I thought it might be here.
So you checked Kimberly's
hep-locks yourself?
My nurses do the hep-locks.
Look, I know you mean well,
but these are not really
the most important questions
for you to ask.
Are you questioning my judgment?
No, just your, uh, experience.
When was sepsis
first discovered?
My head nurse reported it...
I'm not asking the head nurse.
Twelve hours post-op.
Appendectomy complication rate?
Less than 6 percent at her age.
So complication was
possible? Unlikely.
Look, here's what I know.
Her appendix ruptured,
she went septic,
we gave broad-spectrum
antibiotics, and they failed.
Kimberly Gleason was
given impeccable care.
Okay, well, here's what I know.
Your dead patient
is now our case.
And I need you... Doctor,
may I have a moment?
Excuse us, please.
Can you fill this
out at the lab?
It's for Kimberly's cultures.
Wait, am I done with Faber?
It's a dialogue, Ethan,
not an inquisition.
I'll take it from here.
Excuse me.
Got a bit tense back there.
Make sure you keep
it out of the trees.
Mr. Stackhouse?
Hello.
So, what brings you down here?
We found magnesium
oxide on Walt's bruises.
Could you?
I believe that's a substance
you're familiar with.
Something you wanna
share with us, Dave?
Walt meant the world to us.
He was an uncle to my son.
That swing set
was a gift from him.
Hmm.
Everybody said he was
generous with his winnings.
No, that came last
year, before the money.
He could barely afford it.
After the money,
everything changed.
He stopped visiting,
returning phone calls.
When we did talk, he couldn't
wait to get off the phone.
It was like he was
giving up on us.
Is that what the
fight was about?
Walt never missed Cal's
birthday his whole life.
Until yesterday.
It broke my son's heart.
I was furious.
So I drove over to his mansion
only to find a
bunch of strangers
who would never look twice
at Walt before the money.
He forgot about the
people who cared about him.
It got heated.
Then he drove off on his bike.
He had a motorcycle?
Custom-made.
The first thing he
bought after he won.
You know, there's no
record of a bike like that.
I'm gonna put out an APB.
I knew Walt better than anyone.
I never thought money
would change him.
I was wrong.
Hi. Good afternoon, Al... Whoa.
You "Alvarez" me again,
I will kick you bowlegged.
Why are you being so weird?
Dani, we're at work.
It doesn't have to
be this awkward.
Hey, I'm Dani, nice to meet you.
Maybe I'll see you at 6?
Here-ish?
Why are you looking
at Walt's brain?
According to Dave, Walt's
behavior became erratic
after he won the lottery.
He became manic,
paranoid and impulsive.
Is it possible that you
don't want to admit
that money can change
someone completely?
Yes, I am worried
that Lacey is changing,
but it is not a medical mystery,
it's called teenage rebellion.
What was his last meal again?
Uh, red wine, Stilton
cheese, caviar, Kobe...
Tyramine. Yes.
They all contain tyramine.
It's not in his brain at all.
It's in his kidneys.
Yes, ye of little faith.
That is an enormous nucleus,
which can mean only one thing.
Ah. A pheo. A what?
Pheochromocytoma.
Walt had a tumor
on his adrenal gland
causing his system
to flood with hormones.
And his blood pressure
spiked, making his moods erratic.
Oh, so Walt became a teenager?
Yes, basically.
And the tyramine in
his diet did not help.
So when do you
think it all started?
By the size of that tumor,
I'd say over a year ago.
Long before he
bought the lottery ticket.
So Walt did not change
because of the money.
He changed because he was sick.
And none of his friends
recognized the difference.
Turn it off and
take off your helmet.
What's your hurry, sweetheart?
Walt gave me the bike. I swear.
Unfortunately, Walt's
not here to confirm that.
How long had you
two been together?
Do I need to measure
your fingernails?
Just over two months.
He was opening a nursing
home in Northern Liberties.
I was writing a local piece.
We've been together ever since.
How touching and
profitable for you.
Look, I loved Walt.
He was kind and thoughtful.
He was also manic and anxious.
That was all the charity work.
Walt made it a full-time job.
Or it was the endocrine tumor
that had been affecting
his behavior for months.
Why did you run
away from my siren?
I panicked.
I have been questioned
about stealing
from a client before,
but it was a total
misunderstanding.
Like this one? Yes.
So am I in the clear?
Heh. Hardly.
More?
You'll be saving
a whole rainforest
by the time you're done. No, no.
She can't do this
to me. I have a life.
My friends are out
of school this week
and they're talking about boys.
I'm missing out on my youth.
Here you go.
Go ahead, open it.
You are cordially
invited to the break room.
Sorry. After you.
No.
Why don't we share?
Oh, yeah. We
could share it. Yeah.
Here you go.
Enjoy.
Thank you. CURTIS: Mm-hm.
You should be
using cloth napkins.
Yeah, you should.
I don't know how you
guys do this every day.
I know we should
say something wise,
but sometimes work is just work.
See?
Sorry, Lace.
Look at that.
All of this is paperwork.
No, it's not just paperwork,
it's being able to talk to
somebody who needs your help.
See, this is what I suck at.
Seriously. I was talking
to this family the other day.
They just lost a
daughter. And I'm...
The Gleasons? That was you?
Yeah, why?
I talked to their daughter,
Maya. She was upset.
She feels like nobody cares.
Of course I care.
Look, they wanted an
answer that I didn't have.
I still don't have.
You'll find a way to help.
I gotta go.
Second body, same OR?
Luisa Hernandez, 55.
Hip surgery four days ago.
Coded last night with
cardiovascular collapse.
Is this hinky too?
Uh, yeah, this is very hinky.
Mottled skin, bloody sputum.
It looks like septicemia.
It's bacteria run amok
in the bloodstream.
It's nasty stuff.
Kimberly had it too.
Look, this is not good.
I mean, what if the hospital
missed something huge?
Well, you'll have to go back.
Yeah, I don't think
anybody's gonna let me talk
to the living for a while.
So do what you do
best, talk to the dead.
Come with me.
Um, I have another assignment.
Uh...
Then next time.
Okay, it's just
you and me, lady.
I got it.
Hey, give that to me, please.
What's this? "Families
Reconnected"?
Yeah, it's not important.
Okay. No. Don't open it.
What's in it?
It's the name of
my birth parents.
Why don't you wanna open it?
I'm gonna go check in on Megan.
Hey. Turns out the knife
went all the way to the vertebra,
leaving a 2-centimeter
defect in the bone.
Hello? Yeah, I'm listening.
Uh, whoever killed
Walt used a lot of force.
Yeah, but that's
not all. Look at this.
See that tiny metal tip
embedded in the bone?
So the knife got
stuck in the spine.
Can we get the tip?
Hmm, we'd have to decalcify.
It would take days.
I think there's something else.
Megan, we've
looked at the abdomen
like a hundred times.
All right, all right,
let's look at the legs.
Oh, of course,
silly me, the legs.
Look at that.
That's just the zipper
from the body bag.
No, not the zipper.
Look what's behind it.
Get me a lateral image of
that, meet me in the morgue.
Mom, it's almost 8:00.
Not done yet, ten more minutes.
We found something else.
You already know
what killed him.
Lacey, this man was very sick
and not even his
closest friends knew it.
What happens when
there are no answers?
What do you tell people then?
Sometimes even the
answers don't help.
Ultimately, it's about
giving comfort to the living,
any way we can.
How'd the knife
fragment get in his thigh?
It was carried down the aorta
and then lodged right here,
in the femoral artery.
And, voilà, the murder weapon.
Even better, it's
got trace on it.
Dr. Murphy, Kimberly had
pneumonia and septicemia.
So did Luisa.
And check this out, she also
had red hepatization of the lungs.
Heh, looks like a liver.
Luisa has it too.
Which means there's
an infection in the OR.
The whole hospital
could be at risk.
Two patients
under your care died
with identical symptoms.
Somewhere, someone screwed up.
You think we overlook hygiene?
You overlooked something.
Let's go over the symptoms
for both cases, last to first.
V-fib. Before that,
tachy, pneumonia, fever...
Nosebleeds. Ethan,
now is not the time.
No, they were both
nasally intubated in the field,
they both had nosebleeds.
My staff knows
how to reintubate.
That's exactly
what makes it weird.
They wouldn't
have bled normally.
Maybe the infection started
in the nasal passages.
Doctor, where are you taking us?
If nasal passages were the
first to be infected, to the ER.
I was right? MAN:
Coming through. Look out.
Boating accident,
hypothermic, hypotensive.
O2 sats down to 83.
Okay, let's ventilate.
Take the bag on the far right.
That's contaminated.
This filter needed
to be changed.
Ventilation bags are
hanging by a wall light,
giving bacteria a
perfect place to thrive.
Your nurses have
been infecting patients
as they come through the door.
Doctor, I had no idea... No.
I take full responsibility.
It's my patient, it's my watch.
That took guts. I've been there.
Have you?
Two people are dead.
Who knows how many
lives you just saved?
In my field, the
hardest thing is
explaining to a family
why you were wrong,
after it's too late to
do anything about it.
All you can do is
admit it and move on.
Thank you.
It's my job.
You should be using a
cloth napkin, you know.
Save the environment.
Has Lacey been talking
to you instead of working?
Lacey's a smart girl
with a good heart.
Give her room, Megan.
She'll get there, just not
on your time... Unh. Ouch.
I'm trying to figure out
how the knife thrust worked.
The killer held it with
the knife edge up.
Ow.
Do I look like a
Thanksgiving turkey to you?
But it was also a really
hard upward thrust,
hard enough to break the tip off
of the knife on the vertebrae.
Girl, you're about to
unleash the kraken.
I just can't get over
the force of the blow.
Ouch!
There is no way Justine
could have done this,
not even a man.
Here we go. Epichlorohydrin.
Before it wound up in Walt,
that knife had contact
with epoxy glue.
I think we should
ask Peter about...
Where you...?
Well, then give me
one of these peppers.
Oh, girl, that's good.
Is that the exact glue you
found on the knife fragment?
Identical.
Dave didn't say
where he was going.
I've seen this before,
Mrs. Stackhouse.
You are stonewalling me.
Look, I already told
you everything I know.
Walt yelled at Cal a week ago.
Dave insisted he was sick.
Dave was right. Dr. Hunt?
Dave loved Walt,
he'd never hurt him.
Then I suggest
you help us find him.
We've been short on cash.
Dave's at work. He
took an extra shift.
Thank you.
This is Philly P.D.
Dave Stackhouse, we
have a warrant for your arrest
for the murder of Walter Brown.
What's going on?
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 cannot
afford an attorney,
an attorney will
be provided for you.
Do you understand these...?
You already admitted
you were angry with him,
then you fought
with him that night.
And now we have
epoxy from your hands
on a fragment of the knife.
Walt wasn't himself.
Look,
I called him out and that
must have shaken him up.
What happened afterwards?
Walt phoned,
told me to meet
him at his old place.
When I got there,
he was in a rage.
He had a knife in his hand,
he was cutting open
stacks of money,
throwing them out the window.
He was saying winning the money
was the worst thing that
ever happened to him.
So you decided
to liberate him of it.
No, he wasn't in his right mind.
I tried to stop him, but
he had the knife and...
It was an accident.
Doesn't sound like one.
You're under arrest for
the murder of Walter Brown.
Hold on. Hold on.
In case you hadn't noticed,
we just got a confession.
Dave had an accomplice.
Really?
And who might that be?
Walt.
Push.
Try to lift up your
arm. Come on.
See?
He doesn't have the arm strength
to inflict the kind of
wound that Walt had.
He's faking it.
Lift up your arm.
Put your hand right
there on his bicep.
Feel anything?
Other than you
hitting his elbow? No.
Those muscles
should be twitching.
It's called severe
bicep atrophy.
It's caused by a pinched
nerve in the C5 vertebra.
Unh. MEGAN: Sorry.
Which comes from hunching
over a welding torch for years.
But you're right,
other than that,
he's totally faking.
He could still stab a man.
No. Not with the force required
to break off a knife
on Walt's spine.
Walt was a big guy.
So you believe me?
I didn't think anyone would.
Well, if it's any
help, I still don't.
Yeah, I'm with Bud on this one.
You got a tough crowd here.
Tell me exactly what happened.
Walt lunged at me.
We struggled over the knife.
I fell backwards and
he landed on top of me.
He impaled himself on the knife
with the weight of his own body.
And then he went
down and there was...
He was bleeding everywhere.
And I tried to save him.
This was an accident,
it wasn't a murder.
Where's the evidence?
Lift up your shirt.
That bruise corresponds
to the hilt of the knife
that pressed into Dave's
body when the two of them fell.
Then why take the knife?
Because my prints were on it.
I didn't think anyone
would believe me.
I was just trying to get
the knife away from him.
You were right to help Walt.
He was very sick.
And you're the only one
who cared about him enough
to know that something
was very wrong.
Acinetobacter calcoaceticus.
Hard to say,
even harder to kill.
This was a bit
tougher assignment
than I'd hoped for you.
No, heh.
I don't wanna put you through
telling Kimberly's family.
That time will come.
Dr. Murphy?
It's my job.
Lace?
Hi, Mom.
Your files. All scanned.
And your first
week's pay, prorated.
Eighty dollars.
It might not seem like a lot,
but it will mean more to you
because, heh, you've earned it.
No, it's perfect.
We have to go to the mall.
There's something I need to get.
Twenty bucks.
I'll be damned.
- Throw it. Throw it.
I'm open. Come on, dude.
Here. Come on.
Oh, money. BOY 6: Money.
What do you think? Oh, amazing.
Ah, absolutely
fierce. That is so cute.
Can I borrow it?
That looks really expensive.
Oh, my God.
Um, Lace, is that your mom?
Nice hat. Can I see it?
Gotta go, Lace.
Kisses. ALICE: See you.
Wow, cashmere.
This must have cost a fortune.
It was on sale.
You bought this?
Well, you gave me a credit card.
For emergencies only.
This was a total
fashion emergency.
And what makes you
think this would be okay?
You spend like
this all the time.
Have you seen your shoes?
Hey, I bought these shoes
with the money I earned.
When you make your own
money, buy whatever you want.
But until then, you
do not spend mine
without asking me permission.
Okay, my bad.
Mistakes were
made. I'll pay for it.
How?
You're looking
chipper this morning.
Well, I'm just high
on life, I guess.
You missed a button
there, lover boy.
Oh. How you doing?
I had to return a hat
that Lacey bought
in Society Hill for $300,
using my credit card.
Oh, 13, the age of independence
and the death of reason.
That's what my
sisters went through.
Hmm.
Oh, fantastic shoes, doc.
Where'd you get them?
Society Hill. Ha, ha.
So this is where the
free-for-all took place, huh?
Yup. Courtesy of Apartment 407.
You missed out. They
picked the street clean.
No one saw the murder, though.
How much cash was tossed?
Ballpark, according
to witnesses,
over $50,000.
Whoa.
You'd never guess by this
guy's apartment, though.
Walter Brown,
the tenant of this humble abode,
lived alone, kept to himself.
Neighbors have no idea
where the money came from.
That's it? That's all you got?
We have no wallet, no
phone and no murder weapon.
There is a gaping
hole in his torso.
Doctor, I believe that
is your department.
No sign of forced entry.
He knew his assailant.
Dented drywall
and a broken glass.
Looks like there was a struggle.
These lacerations
look defensive.
Slit-like wound,
probably from a knife.
Yes, CSU found no knife.
We're gonna need a
detailed description.
Simple guy.
Nothing I'm seeing says
50 grand out the window.
The money was real.
Four years college
tuition into thin air.
What cave have
you been living in?
Four years? Try two.
You're kidding me.
Yeah, and that's if
your kid stays in state.
Oh, man. PETER: Ha, ha.
Maybe the killer threw the cash
out the window as a diversion
and then escaped
through the mayhem.
So Walt steals the money,
killer comes to collect,
Walt pays the price.
Hmm, there's a whole
lot of bruising here.
I don't think this was
just about the money.
This was personal.
Ready? Go.
Kimberly Gleason,
female, 22 years of age.
Attending surgeon, next of kin?
No, no. Skip that part.
Pathology boards only
care about the case.
Circumstances?
Three days ago,
Kimberly presented to ER
with a ruptured appendix.
Twelve hours after a
routine appendectomy,
she suffered pneumonia
and tachycardia.
It's a fast heart rate. Hmm.
Last night, she crashed.
Cardioversion was unsuccessful.
She was pronounced
dead at 11:35 p.m.
She was beautiful
and young. So sad.
Oh, a healthy college kid
dies after a simple operation?
That's not just
sad, that's hinky.
So how did I do?
Oh, my God, verbatim. Yeah?
So ready to be drilled.
Yeah. Oh, good luck. Gotta run.
Thanks.
Dr. Ethan Gross,
ready to be drilled.
Yeah, first things first.
The Gleason family's coming
in. I want you to talk to them.
Yes. Uh, no problem.
All right. Attending
surgeon, next of kin?
What?
This bruise came from the hilt,
so the blade
went all the way in.
Hilt's distinctive, so
it shouldn't take long
to narrow down the weapon.
Hmm.
You're being unusually helpful.
And you're being
unusually quiet.
Oh, Lacey rocked
Megan's credit card.
Oh, maca-dang-dang.
Thanks for sharing, Peter.
- Ha, ha.
On your way out, Curtis?
Trace from the arm
laceration and the bruise.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm.
Walter Brown is a common name,
so employment and
next of kin is still unknown.
He has no prints on file
and no criminal history,
so this guy's
like a blank slate.
Deep calluses, burn scars.
Walt knew an honest day's work,
unlike certain
prodigal offspring.
He's got a manicure,
a full-body tan and
porcelain crowns.
Those things are
like $2,000 each.
Corneal scarring, he's
had LASIK surgery.
And that looks like
a jellyfish sting.
Portuguese man-of-war,
probably from the Caribbean.
Tanning salons,
expensive elective surgery,
and travel to the
tropics. Who is this guy?
Well, in Northern Liberties,
with at least 50 grand in cash,
the natives would
call him a criminal.
That looks like a coal tattoo.
That's when coal dust
gets trapped in an open cut.
There's no active mines around,
but I think there
may be a coal-fired
power plant on the river.
I'll make some phone calls.
Whoa. MEGAN: Ha, ha, oh, my God.
This is what I
call a locker room.
It's a hot tub. Ha, ha.
That's what's important.
Yeah. That's right.
Can we help you? Yeah.
Um, Bud Morris, Philly P.D.
What's going on?
Any of you recognize this man?
Walt Brown. He's my cousin.
He's a great guy, worked
with us for 20 years.
He have any enemies you know of?
You must be looking
for a different Walt.
Ours bought
everything you see here.
Wait, wait a minute.
Walt paid for all this?
Sure. Yeah.
Why do you think
we retired his locker?
Hmm.
How exactly did
Walt pay for all this?
You mean, you don't know?
Walt won $50
million in a lottery.
Your cousin walks away
from work a multimillionaire
and no resentments?
Walt took care of everyone.
He treated his entire
shift to a week in Bermuda.
Hmm.
Every week, I played the lotto.
About eight months
ago, I miss one day.
That same day,
Walt, on a total lark,
fills out the big ticket.
So, yeah, I resented him.
It doesn't mean I
wanted him dead.
Know what he was
doing at his old apartment?
Walt loved that place.
We used to have parties
there, beer and poker.
Later, he used it as a refuge.
Well, he could have had enemies.
- Yeah.
After he'd won, he had
about 50 cousins show up
he'd never met.
Every one of them
had his hand out.
Walt lived a pretty
fast life after he won.
He'd hold huge dinner
parties for his charities,
nursing home, food banks.
Walt loved making
other people happy.
Of course, some took advantage.
Did you keep up with him?
- I tried.
It wasn't easy.
At the end of the day,
Walt was a millionaire,
the rest of us had
to go back to work.
Start by alphabetizing these.
No texting. No
wandering the halls.
But... Mom, paper kills trees.
You should at least go digital.
Oh, that's a great idea.
Scan them first
and then file them.
This isn't fair.
The punishment
doesn't fit the crime.
At 9 bucks an hour,
it'll fit eventually.
See you at 5.
There are child-labor laws.
Federal Code, Title 29...
Don't even think
about quoting Grandma.
I looked it up myself.
We're not farmers
and I'm not an actor.
There are radioactive
substances in this building.
Hey, I do not like this
any more than you do.
The sooner you get
started, the sooner you finish.
Hi, uh, I'm... What
happened to Kimberly?
Um, well, we don't know yet.
Isn't that why she
was brought here?
Will, please.
They told us she'd get better.
They told us she had pneumonia.
And now my little girl is dead?
And you're telling me
you don't know why?
Uh...
Determining cause
of death is a process...
I don't give a damn
about the process.
Can't you give us
a straight answer?
Ethan, you're needed in the lab.
Mr. Gleason,
Mrs. Gleason,
I'm Dr. Kate Murphy.
I am the chief medical examiner.
We understand
your frustration...
Hey, you.
Afternoon, Alvarez.
We're looking for a
razor-sharp, single-edged knife,
probably cutlery.
And all the blood
from the fallen cash
that we managed to
recover matches Walt's.
So Walt threw out his own money?
The rich aren't like you
and me, Megan. Well, me.
You know, they throw
cash around like it's confetti.
They spend $300 on a hat.
That's why Lacey's here, right?
Hey, I'm new at this
teenage-discipline stuff.
You got any pearls of wisdom?
Not a one.
What do you got? MEGAN:
Well, Walt was an enigma.
He seemed to be
enjoying himself.
Those abrasions on his
back are fingernail marks.
And somebody was enjoying Walt.
Or pretending to.
And his fatty liver
indicates a lot of drinking.
Amen to that.
Stomach contents show
a whole lot of red wine.
Plus aged Stilton
cheese, caviar,
beef carpaccio
and apple baklava,
well within an
hour of his death.
Well, you're Mr. Foodie.
Any idea of where
he ate all that?
Oh, no. Way above
my price range.
Maybe Lacey knows.
So an instant millionaire
is enjoying life to the hilt.
What's the riddle,
huh? Walt's big heart.
Well, maybe he was generous.
As in 500 grams big.
Whoa, that is a big heart.
Way above average.
So nodular kidneys
and hemorrhagic lesions
on his adrenals indicate
high blood pressure.
Grinding his teeth
and gastric ulcers
point to high anxiety.
If Walt was having
such a good time,
what was he so stressed about?
Huh?
How's the father-to-be
holding up?
I am armed, you know.
Well, the fellows and I
have some surprises
for you. Bell?
First, the address of
a Gladwyne mansion
under Walt's name.
He used to rent it
out for charity events.
Lopez? The DNA from Walt's cut?
A cow from Japan. Kobe beef.
Identical to the meat
found in his stomach.
So whoever cut Walt
prepared his last meal.
Mm-hm.
And Walt was big into cooking,
celebrity chef
lessons, to be exact.
There's one scheduled
at the mansion today.
I'll head out there right now.
One more thing.
What's this?
Oh, come on. Don't be like that.
Dare to dream, you
never know. Look at Walt.
You mean the dead guy?
The one with the
knife in his torso?
This is what I'm reduced to?
It's just a pipe dream.
It's an addiction.
What's going on, Bud?
When my kid is 18,
I'm gonna be 66 years old.
And the pension that I have
won't even cover a cap and gown.
You have 18 amazing years
of parenting to
worry about first.
You're gonna be okay.
Uh, the lungs
are a lot worse off
than Radiology indicated.
Uh, there's
multilobar infiltrates
and, uh, alveolar
hemorrhaging and...
I'm sorry.
I panicked.
And the people
and their emotions...
Ethan, what happened is okay.
It's my fault for putting
you in that situation.
You weren't ready.
Got it.
Necrotizing pneumonia?
How did that get
missed in Intensive Care?
It's weird, right?
Huh. I'll pay a
visit to the hospital
first thing tomorrow morning.
Be ready at 7:30 sharp.
Are you here for the
Leon Gould Experience?
The cooking lesson?
Justine. Walt's event planner.
Oh, Peter, a friend of Walt's.
Oh, have you seen him?
I've been looking
all over for him.
Not for a little while.
He throws quite a party, though.
Well, when Walt
gets into something,
he gets into it.
Next week, he wants an
18th-century masquerade
and then a Hawaiian
luau with suckling pig.
He sounds a little manic.
You have no idea.
And what is today's theme?
A taste of Italy. Comfort
food and knife skills.
Right this way.
Well, welcome,
ladies and gentlemen.
Today's lesson is all about
Northern Italian cuisine.
And in Northern Italian cuisine,
there is lots of
fresh vegetables
that need to be
sliced and diced.
Now, I'm gonna need a
couple of volunteers to help me.
Young lady, young man.
Come up here.
So we're actually gonna
make a pan-seared snapper
with a potato and apple
hash and some fresh zucchini.
Very light, very simple.
Sir, uh, your
station's over here.
Actually, uh, my
station's downtown.
What's going on?
We're investigating the
murder of Walter Brown.
Murder? MORRIS:
Yeah, he was killed
with a single-edged
Japanese chef's knife.
Kind of sort of... Yeah.
Exactly like this one.
It's easy to clean these knives,
a little harder
to sterilize them.
In the hilt of this
particular knife,
we found traces of Kobe beef.
It's actually wagyu beef.
You see, the cattle...
It's the same beef Walt
ate an hour before he died.
Your dish, Leon.
It's the same beef found
in this cut in his arm.
From your blade, Leon.
I do this knife flip.
Walt tried it, he cut himself.
So I gave him that knife to
take home and practice with.
How funny we didn't
find one at his home.
Witnesses say you left
yesterday's party early.
Yes, I did, to look for Walt.
He said somebody was
trying to crash the party
and he was gonna go
outside and deal with it.
You have any idea
who was outside?
No, but I was worried.
Walt was in a bad temper,
and it wasn't like him.
Morning.
Saw Lacey heading
out to scan some files.
She looks like a trouper.
She hates me.
Enlightenment takes a while.
Define "a while."
My sisters ran roughshod
over my mom for decades.
Oh, that's so comforting.
Cause of death
is lacerated aorta.
Walt bled out in minutes.
Letters and invoices
from the last month alone.
Walt's staff overcharged him,
distant relatives
asked for handouts.
Any one of them could
have been the party crasher.
Leon said that Walt
left the party angry,
his body said that
he was anxious.
Justine said he was manic.
I mean, you think his death
is related to his behavior?
Here as always to answer
such timely questions
is Dr. Curtis Brumfield.
Trace came back
off the chest bruises.
Magnesium oxide.
That sounds like
the power plant.
Colin certainly had motive.
Yeah, maybe, but
magnesium oxide's
a by-product of
tungsten welding.
Impressed? CURTIS: Hmm.
I got a list of toxins
from the supervisor.
I believe that Dave
had a welding visor on.
I'll get his address.
Uh, this was waiting
for you at reception.
Are you okay?
My sister died.
Dad's furious at everyone.
He wants answers.
The doctors don't care.
They don't listen.
I promise you, they do.
My mom's one of them.
I had a necklace
with a picture of her.
We can't find it.
I thought it might be here.
So you checked Kimberly's
hep-locks yourself?
My nurses do the hep-locks.
Look, I know you mean well,
but these are not really
the most important questions
for you to ask.
Are you questioning my judgment?
No, just your, uh, experience.
When was sepsis
first discovered?
My head nurse reported it...
I'm not asking the head nurse.
Twelve hours post-op.
Appendectomy complication rate?
Less than 6 percent at her age.
So complication was
possible? Unlikely.
Look, here's what I know.
Her appendix ruptured,
she went septic,
we gave broad-spectrum
antibiotics, and they failed.
Kimberly Gleason was
given impeccable care.
Okay, well, here's what I know.
Your dead patient
is now our case.
And I need you... Doctor,
may I have a moment?
Excuse us, please.
Can you fill this
out at the lab?
It's for Kimberly's cultures.
Wait, am I done with Faber?
It's a dialogue, Ethan,
not an inquisition.
I'll take it from here.
Excuse me.
Got a bit tense back there.
Make sure you keep
it out of the trees.
Mr. Stackhouse?
Hello.
So, what brings you down here?
We found magnesium
oxide on Walt's bruises.
Could you?
I believe that's a substance
you're familiar with.
Something you wanna
share with us, Dave?
Walt meant the world to us.
He was an uncle to my son.
That swing set
was a gift from him.
Hmm.
Everybody said he was
generous with his winnings.
No, that came last
year, before the money.
He could barely afford it.
After the money,
everything changed.
He stopped visiting,
returning phone calls.
When we did talk, he couldn't
wait to get off the phone.
It was like he was
giving up on us.
Is that what the
fight was about?
Walt never missed Cal's
birthday his whole life.
Until yesterday.
It broke my son's heart.
I was furious.
So I drove over to his mansion
only to find a
bunch of strangers
who would never look twice
at Walt before the money.
He forgot about the
people who cared about him.
It got heated.
Then he drove off on his bike.
He had a motorcycle?
Custom-made.
The first thing he
bought after he won.
You know, there's no
record of a bike like that.
I'm gonna put out an APB.
I knew Walt better than anyone.
I never thought money
would change him.
I was wrong.
Hi. Good afternoon, Al... Whoa.
You "Alvarez" me again,
I will kick you bowlegged.
Why are you being so weird?
Dani, we're at work.
It doesn't have to
be this awkward.
Hey, I'm Dani, nice to meet you.
Maybe I'll see you at 6?
Here-ish?
Why are you looking
at Walt's brain?
According to Dave, Walt's
behavior became erratic
after he won the lottery.
He became manic,
paranoid and impulsive.
Is it possible that you
don't want to admit
that money can change
someone completely?
Yes, I am worried
that Lacey is changing,
but it is not a medical mystery,
it's called teenage rebellion.
What was his last meal again?
Uh, red wine, Stilton
cheese, caviar, Kobe...
Tyramine. Yes.
They all contain tyramine.
It's not in his brain at all.
It's in his kidneys.
Yes, ye of little faith.
That is an enormous nucleus,
which can mean only one thing.
Ah. A pheo. A what?
Pheochromocytoma.
Walt had a tumor
on his adrenal gland
causing his system
to flood with hormones.
And his blood pressure
spiked, making his moods erratic.
Oh, so Walt became a teenager?
Yes, basically.
And the tyramine in
his diet did not help.
So when do you
think it all started?
By the size of that tumor,
I'd say over a year ago.
Long before he
bought the lottery ticket.
So Walt did not change
because of the money.
He changed because he was sick.
And none of his friends
recognized the difference.
Turn it off and
take off your helmet.
What's your hurry, sweetheart?
Walt gave me the bike. I swear.
Unfortunately, Walt's
not here to confirm that.
How long had you
two been together?
Do I need to measure
your fingernails?
Just over two months.
He was opening a nursing
home in Northern Liberties.
I was writing a local piece.
We've been together ever since.
How touching and
profitable for you.
Look, I loved Walt.
He was kind and thoughtful.
He was also manic and anxious.
That was all the charity work.
Walt made it a full-time job.
Or it was the endocrine tumor
that had been affecting
his behavior for months.
Why did you run
away from my siren?
I panicked.
I have been questioned
about stealing
from a client before,
but it was a total
misunderstanding.
Like this one? Yes.
So am I in the clear?
Heh. Hardly.
More?
You'll be saving
a whole rainforest
by the time you're done. No, no.
She can't do this
to me. I have a life.
My friends are out
of school this week
and they're talking about boys.
I'm missing out on my youth.
Here you go.
Go ahead, open it.
You are cordially
invited to the break room.
Sorry. After you.
No.
Why don't we share?
Oh, yeah. We
could share it. Yeah.
Here you go.
Enjoy.
Thank you. CURTIS: Mm-hm.
You should be
using cloth napkins.
Yeah, you should.
I don't know how you
guys do this every day.
I know we should
say something wise,
but sometimes work is just work.
See?
Sorry, Lace.
Look at that.
All of this is paperwork.
No, it's not just paperwork,
it's being able to talk to
somebody who needs your help.
See, this is what I suck at.
Seriously. I was talking
to this family the other day.
They just lost a
daughter. And I'm...
The Gleasons? That was you?
Yeah, why?
I talked to their daughter,
Maya. She was upset.
She feels like nobody cares.
Of course I care.
Look, they wanted an
answer that I didn't have.
I still don't have.
You'll find a way to help.
I gotta go.
Second body, same OR?
Luisa Hernandez, 55.
Hip surgery four days ago.
Coded last night with
cardiovascular collapse.
Is this hinky too?
Uh, yeah, this is very hinky.
Mottled skin, bloody sputum.
It looks like septicemia.
It's bacteria run amok
in the bloodstream.
It's nasty stuff.
Kimberly had it too.
Look, this is not good.
I mean, what if the hospital
missed something huge?
Well, you'll have to go back.
Yeah, I don't think
anybody's gonna let me talk
to the living for a while.
So do what you do
best, talk to the dead.
Come with me.
Um, I have another assignment.
Uh...
Then next time.
Okay, it's just
you and me, lady.
I got it.
Hey, give that to me, please.
What's this? "Families
Reconnected"?
Yeah, it's not important.
Okay. No. Don't open it.
What's in it?
It's the name of
my birth parents.
Why don't you wanna open it?
I'm gonna go check in on Megan.
Hey. Turns out the knife
went all the way to the vertebra,
leaving a 2-centimeter
defect in the bone.
Hello? Yeah, I'm listening.
Uh, whoever killed
Walt used a lot of force.
Yeah, but that's
not all. Look at this.
See that tiny metal tip
embedded in the bone?
So the knife got
stuck in the spine.
Can we get the tip?
Hmm, we'd have to decalcify.
It would take days.
I think there's something else.
Megan, we've
looked at the abdomen
like a hundred times.
All right, all right,
let's look at the legs.
Oh, of course,
silly me, the legs.
Look at that.
That's just the zipper
from the body bag.
No, not the zipper.
Look what's behind it.
Get me a lateral image of
that, meet me in the morgue.
Mom, it's almost 8:00.
Not done yet, ten more minutes.
We found something else.
You already know
what killed him.
Lacey, this man was very sick
and not even his
closest friends knew it.
What happens when
there are no answers?
What do you tell people then?
Sometimes even the
answers don't help.
Ultimately, it's about
giving comfort to the living,
any way we can.
How'd the knife
fragment get in his thigh?
It was carried down the aorta
and then lodged right here,
in the femoral artery.
And, voilà, the murder weapon.
Even better, it's
got trace on it.
Dr. Murphy, Kimberly had
pneumonia and septicemia.
So did Luisa.
And check this out, she also
had red hepatization of the lungs.
Heh, looks like a liver.
Luisa has it too.
Which means there's
an infection in the OR.
The whole hospital
could be at risk.
Two patients
under your care died
with identical symptoms.
Somewhere, someone screwed up.
You think we overlook hygiene?
You overlooked something.
Let's go over the symptoms
for both cases, last to first.
V-fib. Before that,
tachy, pneumonia, fever...
Nosebleeds. Ethan,
now is not the time.
No, they were both
nasally intubated in the field,
they both had nosebleeds.
My staff knows
how to reintubate.
That's exactly
what makes it weird.
They wouldn't
have bled normally.
Maybe the infection started
in the nasal passages.
Doctor, where are you taking us?
If nasal passages were the
first to be infected, to the ER.
I was right? MAN:
Coming through. Look out.
Boating accident,
hypothermic, hypotensive.
O2 sats down to 83.
Okay, let's ventilate.
Take the bag on the far right.
That's contaminated.
This filter needed
to be changed.
Ventilation bags are
hanging by a wall light,
giving bacteria a
perfect place to thrive.
Your nurses have
been infecting patients
as they come through the door.
Doctor, I had no idea... No.
I take full responsibility.
It's my patient, it's my watch.
That took guts. I've been there.
Have you?
Two people are dead.
Who knows how many
lives you just saved?
In my field, the
hardest thing is
explaining to a family
why you were wrong,
after it's too late to
do anything about it.
All you can do is
admit it and move on.
Thank you.
It's my job.
You should be using a
cloth napkin, you know.
Save the environment.
Has Lacey been talking
to you instead of working?
Lacey's a smart girl
with a good heart.
Give her room, Megan.
She'll get there, just not
on your time... Unh. Ouch.
I'm trying to figure out
how the knife thrust worked.
The killer held it with
the knife edge up.
Ow.
Do I look like a
Thanksgiving turkey to you?
But it was also a really
hard upward thrust,
hard enough to break the tip off
of the knife on the vertebrae.
Girl, you're about to
unleash the kraken.
I just can't get over
the force of the blow.
Ouch!
There is no way Justine
could have done this,
not even a man.
Here we go. Epichlorohydrin.
Before it wound up in Walt,
that knife had contact
with epoxy glue.
I think we should
ask Peter about...
Where you...?
Well, then give me
one of these peppers.
Oh, girl, that's good.
Is that the exact glue you
found on the knife fragment?
Identical.
Dave didn't say
where he was going.
I've seen this before,
Mrs. Stackhouse.
You are stonewalling me.
Look, I already told
you everything I know.
Walt yelled at Cal a week ago.
Dave insisted he was sick.
Dave was right. Dr. Hunt?
Dave loved Walt,
he'd never hurt him.
Then I suggest
you help us find him.
We've been short on cash.
Dave's at work. He
took an extra shift.
Thank you.
This is Philly P.D.
Dave Stackhouse, we
have a warrant for your arrest
for the murder of Walter Brown.
What's going on?
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 cannot
afford an attorney,
an attorney will
be provided for you.
Do you understand these...?
You already admitted
you were angry with him,
then you fought
with him that night.
And now we have
epoxy from your hands
on a fragment of the knife.
Walt wasn't himself.
Look,
I called him out and that
must have shaken him up.
What happened afterwards?
Walt phoned,
told me to meet
him at his old place.
When I got there,
he was in a rage.
He had a knife in his hand,
he was cutting open
stacks of money,
throwing them out the window.
He was saying winning the money
was the worst thing that
ever happened to him.
So you decided
to liberate him of it.
No, he wasn't in his right mind.
I tried to stop him, but
he had the knife and...
It was an accident.
Doesn't sound like one.
You're under arrest for
the murder of Walter Brown.
Hold on. Hold on.
In case you hadn't noticed,
we just got a confession.
Dave had an accomplice.
Really?
And who might that be?
Walt.
Push.
Try to lift up your
arm. Come on.
See?
He doesn't have the arm strength
to inflict the kind of
wound that Walt had.
He's faking it.
Lift up your arm.
Put your hand right
there on his bicep.
Feel anything?
Other than you
hitting his elbow? No.
Those muscles
should be twitching.
It's called severe
bicep atrophy.
It's caused by a pinched
nerve in the C5 vertebra.
Unh. MEGAN: Sorry.
Which comes from hunching
over a welding torch for years.
But you're right,
other than that,
he's totally faking.
He could still stab a man.
No. Not with the force required
to break off a knife
on Walt's spine.
Walt was a big guy.
So you believe me?
I didn't think anyone would.
Well, if it's any
help, I still don't.
Yeah, I'm with Bud on this one.
You got a tough crowd here.
Tell me exactly what happened.
Walt lunged at me.
We struggled over the knife.
I fell backwards and
he landed on top of me.
He impaled himself on the knife
with the weight of his own body.
And then he went
down and there was...
He was bleeding everywhere.
And I tried to save him.
This was an accident,
it wasn't a murder.
Where's the evidence?
Lift up your shirt.
That bruise corresponds
to the hilt of the knife
that pressed into Dave's
body when the two of them fell.
Then why take the knife?
Because my prints were on it.
I didn't think anyone
would believe me.
I was just trying to get
the knife away from him.
You were right to help Walt.
He was very sick.
And you're the only one
who cared about him enough
to know that something
was very wrong.
Acinetobacter calcoaceticus.
Hard to say,
even harder to kill.
This was a bit
tougher assignment
than I'd hoped for you.
No, heh.
I don't wanna put you through
telling Kimberly's family.
That time will come.
Dr. Murphy?
It's my job.
Lace?
Hi, Mom.
Your files. All scanned.
And your first
week's pay, prorated.
Eighty dollars.
It might not seem like a lot,
but it will mean more to you
because, heh, you've earned it.
No, it's perfect.
We have to go to the mall.
There's something I need to get.
Twenty bucks.
I'll be damned.