Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 2, Episode 15 - Occupational Hazards - full transcript

( upbeat pop music playing)

DRIVER: So where y'all going?

Well, we aren't sure exactly.

Are you guys on vacation?

We're on our honeymoon.
Mm-hm. DRIVER: For real?

Then let me hook you
up with a highlight reel.

You got your Old City District,

Penn's Landing,
Independence Hall.

But I'm gonna swing you
out to the LOVE Park first,

kick that honeymoon
in gear. Hey.

(couple laughing)



Sir? Sir, are you okay?

(tires screeching)

BETTY: My God.

Sir! BETTY: Ben. Ben.

(horns honking)

MAN 1: Oh!

MAN 2: Come on,
let's try to help them.

MAN 3: Call 911.

MAN 4: Get the door open.
WOMAN 1: Did you see that?

WOMAN 2: Somebody call 911.

Lacey, breakfast.

I got bagels

and that raspberry
smoothie you like.

JOAN: Dear, you
should know better.



Teenagers need protein.

Why are you already here?

The train doesn't
leave for hours.

Well, it's not like I
have a job to go to.

Plus, I'm already packed.
We could've made the 8:00.

I had to stop by the office
and tie up some loose ends.

I don't want anything to
ruin our girls' weekend.

New York is gonna be so sick.

"Sick" means "good,"

which, as a doctor, I
find particularly disturbing.

Well, you see, this is why

I need to spend
more time with Lacey.

If I'm going to stay
viable in this job market,

I'm going to have to young
down and hip the hell up.

Oh, my God. LACEY:
I'm showing Grandma

how to use social networking.
Everyone's life is online now.

Yeah, for work and for dating.

My friend Sylvia
instant-messaged her way

to a third husband, you know.

Do they have cybersex too?

This whole romance-by-technology
thing is too weird.

I'm gonna stick with the
old-fashioned method,

thank you very much.

It's been working
so well for you.

(cell phone rings)

Oh, damn it.

Don't worry, we're
gonna make the train.

Megan Hunt.

MORRIS: Just make sure
there's no gates over there.

MAN: Yes, sir.

MORRIS: Well, look at you.

Somebody better turn
that frown upside down.

Zip it, flatfoot. I'm grumpy.
You're usually Snow White.

Cab driver lost
consciousness at the wheel.

His passengers.

MEGAN: Where's
the driver? Recovering.

The medics say he
had a petit mal seizure.

He slammed into a guy
named Joey Jablonsky,

in town from Baltimore.

So then he's the victim?

No, the only thing he's
got is a sore attitude.

Then what the hell
am I doing here?

PETER: Good morning, sunshine.

Better glove-up.

Our little accident
uncovered a murder.

PETER: Possible
through-and-through.

A bullet entered the
chest and exited his back.

No spatter in the car, so
he wasn't shot in the trunk.

MEGAN: There's also a
smudge on his pants leg.

Yeah, there's no ID,

but he has some
identifying marks.

He has a mole on his cheek,

and he has a
birthmark on his neck.

I'm gonna get some prints,

run it through Missing Persons.

And there goes New York.

Look, I'm just as bothered
by all of this as you are.

MORRIS: The thing
that bothers me is,

if you hadn't gotten rear-ended,

you might've gotten
away with murder.

JOEY: Oh, come on. Do I look
like a guy that would do that?

Yeah, you kind of do.

Look, look, I drove into
town yesterday morning

from Baltimore to
drum up some sales.

I own a
restaurant-supply business

and sales have been down.

I wanted to meet my clients
face-to-face, so I could...

Look, I appreciate the
bio, but can you get back

to the whole
you-killed-a-man thing?

I know, that's what
I'm trying to tell you.

I haven't opened
the trunk of my car

since I checked into my
hotel yesterday morning.

Okay, somebody
else put the body there.

And where would
that have happened?

I don't know. I drove
all over the city.

I went to bars, hotels,
restaurants, wholesalers.

Not a damn bite, by the way.

I thought this was
supposed to be

the City of Brotherly Love.

Hey, I'm not the
one driving around

with a corpse in
my trunk, Baltimore.

It wasn't me. Until
this thing is sorted out,

you're sticking around.

And I want a list of every
place you parked your car.

( soft theme playing)

That's my husband.

That's Kyle.

Would you like to...?

Last time I saw him
was yesterday morning,

when he was leaving for work.

He was an architect

for the Brand Design Group.

He left me a
voicemail after lunch.

He said...

(sobs)

He said that he was
leaving work early,

but then he never came home.

(sobs)

(gasps)

My baby.

She just kicked...

(sobbing): for the first time.

Okay.

MORRIS: Thank you
for your time, Mr. Brand.

BRAND: Please,
anything I can do to help.

Kyle was killed
yesterday afternoon

and his wife said
that he left work early.

Do you have any idea
where he might've gone?

I'm sorry, maybe I'm
not understanding.

Why would I know
where he was going?

I'm not being accusatory,
Mr. Brand. It's just...

Listen, this economic
downturn hit my firm really hard.

I wish I could have
helped more people

transition out of
the company, but...

Tell me... Transition
out of here?

Kyle. I had to lay him off.

Yeah, he hasn't
worked here in a year.

For a year? Where was
he going all that time?

Why was he lying to his wife?
ETHAN: Maybe he was a bigamist.

Or a spy.

Or a bigamist spy.

(in deep voice): Two
identities, two families,

in a polyamorous
world that time forgot.

(in normal voice): I sent
his clothes off to trace.

Maybe we can find out what
he swiped on his pant leg.

Maybe it came from
the crime scene.

The one you haven't
found yet? ETHAN: Heh.

There is something stuck

between his lower-right
central and lateral incisor.

Bit of his last meal, perhaps?

And there's a patterned band

of broken
capillaries right there.

Maybe from a support belt? I
mean, maybe he had a bad back.

Or maybe from doing
some heavy lifting.

He's got calluses
on his fingers.

Not exactly the workplace
injuries of an architect.

Nor is this laceration. It
could be a stab wound.

Let's roll him. ETHAN: Yeah.

Wow. Look at
that abrasion collar.

The exit wound is shored.

Well, that would only happen
if something hard was pressed

against him when he was shot.

Like if he was lying
on the pavement.

Ooh. What do you know?

Drop him.

Huh.

Gentlemen, we have a
through-and-through-and-through.

The round entered his
chest, exited his back,

ricocheted off something hard
and then reentered the body.

What is that
lodged in the bullet?

Is that a rock?

That is not just any rock.

That, detective, is
your crime scene.

( tense theme playing)

Kyle was laid off a year
ago? MORRIS: I'm afraid so.

His boss, Harvey
Brand, confirmed it.

But why wouldn't he tell me?

What was he doing all this time?

Well, that's what we're
trying to figure out.

Has your financial
situation changed

at all in the past year?

Yes. When we found
out about the baby,

I stopped working.

Kyle told me not to worry,
and bills always got paid.

MEGAN: Mindy, Kyle had suffered

a lifting injury.

Did he work out a
lot? Did he lift weights?

No. I mean, he
cared about his health,

but... He didn't
smoke, he didn't drink.

He also had a
severe cut on his arm.

Do you know how that happened?

I must seem like the
most oblivious person

on earth right now.

All I can say is
Kyle was my rock.

He was up at 7 and
he left for work at 8

and was home
every night for dinner.

I knew him to be kind,
thoughtful, trustworthy.

But now, after what
you're telling me...

(sighs)

I guess I didn't
really know him at all.

Curtis, what are we looking at?

Gabrielle Diaz, 19.

Possible drug overdose.

White powder was found
on the nostrils and philtrum,

empty vials nearby.

Press is gonna eat that up too.

Her daddy is the dean
of Dexter University.

Yeah.

Hold up.

You already got a call
about this, didn't you?

Antonio Diaz is
a close associate

of Health Commissioner Travers.

The one who appointed you chief.

Let me guess, I'm off the case.

Curtis, you understand.
I understand nothing.

I can do the job just fine.
High-profile or no profile.

I've got a spotlight
following me at every turn.

So the longer I can tap
dance without missing a step,

the longer this department
can act with autonomy.

CURTIS: Mm-hm.

Dr. Hunt, I checked with P.D.

There's still no word
on our crime scene.

They have had that
evidence for hours.

Yeah, but it was just a pebble.

They're always after me
about finding cause of death.

I have found a whole lot
more with a whole lot less.

I do have photos
from lab, though.

Looks like the
underside of the pebble

is covered with some
yellow reflective paint.

The kind of paint that the
city uses for the streets?

Or crosswalks. Or lane dividers.

Yeah. So maybe

Kyle was lying in the
street when he was shot.

That guy, Joey Jablonsky,

wrote down all the
places he parked in town.

Unless we match one of
those locations to the pebble,

we don't have a crime scene.

Do me a favor. I know,
I know, stay on them.

"Just because you do your job

doesn't mean other
people do theirs."

I really hate being
quoted back to myself.

I'm so sorry. Okay.

JOAN: That little liar.

You know all that grief
your mother gave us

over social networking?

Well, not only does
she have a profile,

but she's logged in.

No way.

If she friends me, I'll die.

Be kind.

She listed her hobbies as:

"Neuroscience, solitaire

and aggressive political
discourse." Ha-ha-ha.

She's gonna need all
the friends she can get.

LACEY: A friend request?

Who's that?

Yum, yum. Oh. And
so young. Grandma.

JOAN: Accept.

You are totally evil. Ha-ha-ha.

Do you know how
many relationships

I've had to facilitate
for her over the years?

LACEY: Oh, my God.

"Oh, my God" is right.

He's gorgeous and
very complimentary.

LACEY: Will you stop that?
We're gonna miss our train.

No parent can ever stop
giving their child guidance,

no matter how old they are.

Give me five minutes.

(typing)

Hey, Sam, please tell
me this is the crime scene.

Megan has texted
me a thousand times.

Jablonsky parked at
18 different locations.

We've searched six.

So far, nothing. I got
a call on the way over.

Guess whose name showed up
on a police report three days ago?

Kyle Harrison. Really?
What happened?

He got into a fight with a
man named Sal Rubenstone

at a house in Upper Darby.

Maybe that's how he got
cut. What was the fight about?

I don't know,

but Sal has recently
done time for robbery

and two drunk and disorderlies.

Doesn't take much
for him to anger up.

Mm. Let's bring him in.

MORRIS: Bar fights, robbery.

You might wanna find a new way

to channel that
anger there, Sal.

It's been a rough year.

Little rougher
for Kyle Harrison,

since he's dead.

How did you know him?

We worked together
at Brand Design.

I was a construction foreman.

When we both got the
shaft, we jumped around a lot,

found it hard to
find solid work.

So when I got a job last
month at a moving company,

I recommended him.

Oh, calluses, support belt.
Kyle worked as a mover.

Eviction service
provider, actually.

You see, bank
forecloses on a house,

owner doesn't wanna leave,
they get forcibly evicted.

We come in, remove the property.

That's charming.

Why did you two get in a fight?

Sometimes when
we take out the stuff,

there ain't no one
there to claim it.

What? Bank is gonna care?

So you were stealing?
Couple of things.

Anyway, Kyle found out about
it and got all self-righteous.

We got into it,
and he got sliced

with my box cutter. That's it.

That was an accident,
right? That's right.

Come on, Sal.

Last week, a box
cutter, this week, a gun.

I know what you're
getting at, that ain't it.

Kyle was good people.

There ain't no job worth that.

Cocaine? Mr. and Mrs. Diaz,

please accept my
deepest condolences.

I knew Gabriella
was having problems,

but nothing like this.

ANTONIO: I
enrolled her at Dexter.

Thought the environment
would motivate her.

So busy taking care of
other people's children,

I neglected my own daughter.

I may not deserve it,

but I'm going to ask
for your discretion.

I would appreciate it

if you would keep
this from the media.

Rest assured, I'm going
to place a security hold

on the autopsy records.

This is, and will
remain, a private matter.

MAN: Hey, Megan.

Yes, can I help
you? It's me, Aiden.

Aiden Welles?

Uh... Yeah, hey. Hey,
Aiden, how you doing?

I'm sorry to pop by like this.
You probably think I'm crazy.

Oh, my God.

Aiden, the landscape guy. Yeah.

Wow. How many years?

Look, I'm just gonna be
straight with you, because, well...

Hell, why not?

I know we were talking
about getting dinner soon,

but I've always been a
"Why not now?" kind of a guy.

I'm sorry, dinner?
When did we...?

I pushed it. Damn it, I did.

I guess I just
got a vibe earlier

when we were talking online.

We didn't...

Oh, my God, they
didn't. Oh, my...

No, that person that you
were talking to, that was not me.

It wasn't? No. Not me.

(laughs)

Well, then, who was it?

(chuckles)

Eh... Let's just say
that when I find out,

my family tree will
be missing a limb.

Right. Um...

Well, then I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna back away.

Yeah. Slowly.

BOTH: Mm.

I thought that was
probably too good to be true.

What was? Oh, uh...

Well, I really liked you
back then, when we met.

And hearing that
you were single again

kind of kick-started my day.

Regardless, it was
lovely seeing you again,

and I'll be on my merry way.

Oh, you know...

You came all this way.

There's no reason why
we couldn't have dinner.

I mean, I could
meet you somewhere.

Yeah? You sure? Yeah. Sure.

I wouldn't wanna twist
your arm or anything.

Okay, then, how
about Nick's on Central?

My favorite spot in the city.

Okay, 7 tomorrow.

Seven.

PETER: Check you out.

Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt
your romantic interlude.

It was not romantic. Really?

Neither is this.

The trace you found
on Kyle Harrison's pants,

we got the results.

It's adipocere.

Adipocere?

That's saponified fat
tissue. It's decomposition.

Kyle was in contact
with a dead person.

So that means there is
another body out there.

Hey, don't you ever
answer your texts?

Not when you
write in all capitals.

It's like yelling, it's rude.

It's emphatic.

Kyle Harrison had
adipocere on his pants leg.

Adipo-what? It's an
organic substance

formed by the anaerobic
bacterial hydrolysis

of fatty tissue.

Can we go back to texting?

Do I have to speak
in all capitals too?

He came in contact
with a decomposing body.

Maybe he came across
something he shouldn't have

and was killed for it. Or
maybe Kyle killed someone.

He has been
living a secret life,

lying to his wife, making
money God knows how.

Plus, he's been hanging around
with Sal Rubenstone, an ex-con.

Maybe losing his job
turned him to the dark side.

This is interesting. What?

I pulled Kyle's
employment history.

He's never worked
for a moving company.

He's been on unemployment.

Wouldn't his wife
see the checks?

She said the bills got paid.

He sent it to another address,

to the house of a woman
named Vanessa Winters.

Maybe that's where he's
been hiding out all day.

Kyle was my ex-boyfriend.

We dated in college,
stayed friends.

Why were his unemployment
checks coming here?

Because he
couldn't tell his wife

that he lost his job.

Hmm. Why? Pride.

He was always so retro,

especially when
Mindy got pregnant.

You didn't like Mindy
very much, did you?

She didn't know the man
she was sleeping with.

But you did, huh?

You weren't just
a little bit jealous

Mindy got the
ring that you didn't?

No way. We were
friends. That's it.

He was lying to his wife,

sending his checks
to your house.

Sounds like more
than friends to me.

I let him use my
place as an office.

Whenever he wasn't doing
some job for quick cash,

he tried to get another
architect position.

Well, I'm gonna need to come in,

get any personal effects

that Kyle may have left behind.

Don't you need a warrant?

Oh, I'd be happy to get one,

if I need to.

CURTIS: Preliminary
tox came back.

Looks good for
an OD on your girl.

I do trust you, you know.
High-profile or no profile.

Look at this.

CURTIS: Damn,

check out that skin lesion.

KATE: Looks like purpura.

Why would cocaine
use cause somebody

to bleed under their skin?

Because some drug
dealers have been

cutting cocaine with levamisole,

a drug used in
veterinary medicine.

It mimics cocaine's high,

but it also causes
tissue necrosis

and lower white blood
cell count in humans,

which can make them
more prone to infection.

CURTIS: Oh, man.

And the batch
Gabrielle bought from

must be all over Philly by now.

There's no telling how
many more people could die.

So are you excited about
your big, hot date tonight?

What?

With the strapping
English bloke.

I didn't know that you were
into that May-December thing.

Oh. Said the man
dallying with a teenager.

And it's not a date.

I only said that to
end the conversation.

Really? Is that why you
almost chopped your arm off

on the elevator door?

I saw you, Megan.
You are so into this guy.

Please tell me you have
a crime scene for me.

Otherwise, you're
just here to annoy me.

No crime scene,

but I did find some
info on the substance

that you found in Kyle's teeth.

And it wasn't food, it
was a leaf from a cigar.

That's strange. His wife
said he didn't smoke.

So I had CSU run
a chemical analysis.

The cigar that Kyle was
smoking was infused with cognac.

Hmm. A Montecito Especial.

Todd got one of those from
his firm one year as a gift.

Most expensive
cigar on the market,

700 bucks a pop.

There is no way that Kyle
could have afforded that.

KATE (over TV): For this reason
that we must issue a health warning.

Ingestion of this cocaine,
even in small amounts,

can cause infection
and possibly death.

My office is working closely

with the local branch of
the CDC to track the source.

But in the meantime, any
users who have noticed

any purple or black
lesions on their skin

should get to an emergency
room immediately.

Thank you. MAN: Dr. Murphy,

can you confirm the
daughter of the dean

of Dexter University died from
an overdose of this cocaine?

I have no comment. Thank you.

MORRIS: Teddy Gorman.

Rough night? You woke
me when you called.

You know, it totally
sucks about Kyle.

We found some
files on his computer.

Architectural drawings
with your name on them.

Was Kyle doing
some work for you?

Yeah, he was.

He designed my remodel last year

when he was working
at Brand Design.

He called me, like,
three weeks ago,

said he was working
freelance now.

So I hired him to build
me a new guest house.

BAKER: When was the
last time you saw him?

TEDDY: I don't know.
MEGAN: That's a nice cigar.

Montecito Especial?
TEDDY: Finest there is.

Did you smoke one with Kyle?

Actually, yeah. Yeah,

to celebrate working
together again.

Kyle had a leaf from
a Montecito Especial

in his teeth when
he was murdered.

Where did the two
of you celebrate?

Make yourself at home.

MORRIS: Wow. Some room.

Why don't we cut
the crap, Mr. Gorman.

You saw Kyle two days
ago when he was here.

BAKER: You were the last
person we know who saw him alive.

TEDDY: So by that logic,

that makes me a murderer.

MEGAN: Teddy,

do you know why
cops light up cigars

at crime scenes?

It's to cover the stench
of human decomposition.

Is that why you
built this cigar room?

Adipocere.

What do you have
buried in this wall?

Stop, stop, stop.

Ugh.

( tense theme playing)

How the hell am I supposed
to know who she is?

Trouble narrowing it down?

How many women have you killed?

Do you get off on this?

When you're able to kick
back in your man cave

while a dead woman
rots in the wall?

Now, hold on, okay...

You take Kyle into
that cigar room,

he notices the leaky wall.

You kill him before he finds
the woman you strangled.

Is that how it went down?

Kyle was the one who wanted
me to take him into that cigar room

in the first place, okay?

He said he wanted to
check out the design,

see how it turned out. Kyle
knew the body was there?

Yes. No. I don't know.

Well, maybe you can
find an answer in holding.

Commissioner Travers,
this is a surprise.

I don't like to mess
in the kitchen much,

unless one of the
pots starts to boil over.

Did something happen?
If you're unaware of it,

then perhaps the
problems in your department

are rooted deeper
than I imagined.

Problems? Yes, problems.

Let's see, under
budget, well-staffed,

stellar reputation.

Yeah, I guess I am unaware.

Oh, Antonio Diaz.
TRAVERS: That's right.

I kept his daughter's name
out of the media, as promised.

I saw the press conference.

When that reporter
asked about her...

I said, "No comment."
You paused.

Your body language,

it was essentially a de
facto admission, Kate.

All due respect, commissioner,

I know that my job is
about politics and posturing.

And I've already been forced
to compromise my integrity

on more occasions,
quite frankly,

than I'm comfortable with.

So if you're looking
for me to apologize

to your buddy Antonio

for what I didn't say,
for my body language...

That won't be necessary.
I'm demoting you, Kate.

Effective immediately.

You've got to be kidding. No.

(chuckles)

Someone has to run this office,

given any thought
to who that might be?

( tense theme playing)

MEGAN: Didn't
expect to see you here.

You really jumped on this case.

Something going on?

I used to specialize

in forensic facial
reconstruction,

I had an art background.

Later, I got into the
anthropology thing,

so it's kind of a
marriage of the two.

Since we can't get prints
and DNA's not in the system,

I thought maybe I could
rebuild her face and get an ID.

Um... Yeah, something
is kind of happening.

There you are.

I never asked
for this, you know.

I don't even know
if I wanna be chief.

What are you talking about?

Commissioner Travers demoted me.

What? That's insane.

No offense. Travers
can kiss my ass.

Did you call the
mayor? If not, I will.

Kate, can we please
talk about this?

KATE: There's a fingerprint
here on the plastic.

I'll also have CSU run
her necklace for trace.

Wanna tell me what
happened? At least vent about it?

Not right now. Just...

My only concern right
now is this woman.

I'll stay up all
night if I need to.

Okay, I'm in.

Oh, wait, no, I've
got that date...

I mean, the dinner thing.

Oh, yeah? Who with?

No, nobody, it's
just a guy. I'll cancel.

No, you won't.
Yeah, I will. It's fine.

No. Go. I got this.

( upbeat theme playing)

This is your favorite
spot in the city?

AIDEN: I can't believe you've
never been to Nick's before.

Some would
consider that sacrilege.

MEGAN: Not someone
who actually likes

to sit at a table when they eat.

Oh, let me guess, you're
more of a salad type.

Well, if you're a bit delicate
in the old stomach area,

we could always...

Have you ever heard
of Rapunzel syndrome?

Ra...

It's an obsessive-compulsive
disorder

where the person
can't stop eating

the ends of their own hair.

The only problem is,

the gastrointestinal tract

is not capable of
digesting said hair,

so it just kind of gathers
there in the intestine.

I once removed a
10-pound hairball

from an obstructed bowel
of a corpse in an autopsy.

Bon appétit.

Well-played. Hmm.

You bust that one out
on all your first dates?

You ply all of yours
with cholesterol?

(both chuckle)

Okay, gloves are off, then. Mm.

When did you get divorced?

Um...

A couple of months
after you put that pool

in the backyard of my old house.

I never did get to enjoy
the fruits of your labor.

Yeah, I'm sorry to say

I kind of saw the writing
on the wall with that one.

Oh, did you? Yeah.

You see, I work
with a lot of couples,

and you can tell a
lot about a marriage

by their
decision-making process.

And you and your husband,
you couldn't agree on one thing.

Yeah, but I always got
what I wanted, didn't I?

Definitely liked the fact

that you were willing
to take chances.

Kind of like this.

Thank God I have my
cardiologist on speed dial.

( soft theme playing)

Why did you do that?

Do what?

( upbeat theme playing)

( dramatic rock music playing)

Wow.

That is amazing.

Were you here all night? Yeah.

You know, when
I lost my last job,

I was a textbook
case of Kübler-Ross'

five stages of grief.

She was talking about
grieving over a death.

Well, losing a job is like
losing someone you love.

Think about it.

There's a lot wrapped up in it:

your sense of identity,
your self-worth.

Look at Kyle Harrison,
he lost his job,

his life went
right off the rails.

Great. Thank you.
You know what I mean.

I'm here if you wanna talk.

Thank you, but I'm fine.

No, you're not.
You're in denial.

Megan. Oh! There's anger.

Look at you, you're just
sailing right through them.

Okay, fine, what's next?

Getting her image
out there, to the news,

the police, the Internet.

That's it. The Internet.

Everyone's life is online now.

Hopefully, including
our prime suspect.

Huh. Voilà. Teddy Gorman.

( tense theme playing)

Stop.

KATE: Her name's Lisa.

BAKER: Lisa Schmidt.

She was the girl in your wall.

Didn't know her, huh?

You two look pretty cozy to me.

They were more than
cozy, right, Teddy?

According to your
friends, she lived with you.

We met at a club, okay?

We started dating and
after a couple of weeks,

she asked to move in.

She said she didn't
have any family

or anywhere else to go.

So how was that relationship?

It was wild, it was intense.
She was like a tornado.

Relationships like that
tend to have a body count.

I didn't kill her.

Then how did she
end up in your wall?

I don't know, man.

Look, all I know is,

between her drama and
the construction of the house,

I just needed some air.

Okay? So I took off to Vegas.

And when I got
back, she was gone.

And you know what?
I was okay with that.

I'm sure you were.

(humming)

CURTIS: What do
you think you doing?

This ain't no time to
feed your face, fool.

I just heard from
Detective Morris,

Teddy Gorman is not confessing.

They need hard evidence,

I don't want my
department to drop the ball.

"My department"?
Wow. Listen to you.

I can terminate your
fellowship just like that:

What? You wouldn't do that.

I'm the peanut
butter to your jelly.

The Hall to your Oates...

And the pimple on my behind.

I just got handed my
first two cases as chief,

and I'll be damned if they
don't get closed pronto.

You feel me?

MORRIS: Look at
that. Face of a liar.

Your fingerprint was
on plastic sheeting

wrapped around a
murder victim, Sal.

Lisa Schmidt. Lisa who?

BAKER: Teddy
Gorman's girlfriend.

You were the
construction foreman

on his remodel
last year. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, wait a minute,
I remember her.

(laughs)

She used to lounge
out by the pool

and get my guys all riled up.

But not you, right?

She was wicked hot. It
doesn't mean I acted on it.

You know how to build
a wall, drywall, plaster?

Yeah, of course.

How are you with strangulation?

You choked Lisa to death

and then you buried
her in that wall.

Kyle found out about it, you
had to take care of him too.

BAKER: Look, you
got anger issues,

a rap sheet, means and motive.

Not the best combination,
Sal. You wanna talk to us?

I want a lawyer.

MORRIS: Come on.

Get him out of here.

Well, we can't
prove Sal killed Lisa

with just a
fingerprint on plastic.

He worked the site. His
paws would've been all over it.

Then we've got to connect
him to Kyle's murder.

If we do, maybe can we get
him on circumstantial with Lisa's.

Huh. Excuse me.

Am I interrupting something?

When aren't you?

Oh. Just thought
you'd like to know...

I found the crime scene.

MEGAN: This is the
rock that we found

in the bullet that
killed Kyle Harrison.

It's got yellow paint
on one side of it.

To the naked eye, it looks
like reflective street paint,

but microscopy revealed

that the paint actually
has two layers.

The bottom layer
is a consumer-grade

yellow spray paint,

and the top is a
protective coating

used to preserve
the yellow paint.

Kyle was supposedly lying on
the ground when he was shot.

Why would there be yellow
spray paint on the ground?

What if he was shot
standing against a wall?

His wound would still
be shored. Like graffiti?

Most likely. But why would
the graffiti have a coating?

BAKER: I know why.

The Mural Arts Program. It's
been around since the '80s.

The city was
trying to find a way

to get graffiti artists
away from vandalism

and into painting murals.

That's why it's protected.

Those murals
are all over Philly.

MEGAN: So you just
cross-reference Joey Jablonsky's stops

with the location of the
murals, and you got it.

Jeez, do I have
to do everything?

( upbeat rock music playing)

At last. We have
our crime scene.

MORRIS: Here.

Okay...

MORRIS: We meet
again, Mr. Brand.

I gotta say, I did not peg you
as a killer or a sexual deviant.

Well, I can assure
you, I'm neither.

Sexual assault in
'06 sound familiar?

The charge was dropped. It
was some opportunistic intern

trying to get a payday.

Regardless, it put
your DNA in the system.

And we matched
that with a profile

at Kyle Harrison's murder scene.

BAKER: Your skin cells
transferred onto the bullet casings

when you loaded the gun, Harvey.

MORRIS: See, we know you did it.

The only question is why.

So there you were, Teddy
Gorman's house last year,

day after day with that
hot babe Lisa Schmidt,

taunting you in a
bikini by the pool.

Gorman goes out of town.

You hit on her.

She turns you down
flat and you lose it.

She winds up dead.

Now, me, I'd have
panicked, but not you.

You bury her in that cigar wall,

collect all of her belongings.

Tramp like that,

out of sight, out
of mind, right?

BAKER: So you fire
everyone involved with the job.

Kyle, Sal, anyone who
could discover what you did.

And when Kyle found that
crack in the wall, did he call you?

Look, it's true.

We met.

He pulled a gun on me.

Said I'd ruined his
life when I fired him.

There was a struggle,
the gun went off.

It was self-defense.

As for this girl,

you can't pin that on me.

(cell phone ringing)

MORRIS: Right, this is
all just a big frame-up job.

I'll bet the synapses
in your brain...

Megan Hunt. KATE: Hey, it's me.

CSU found a small hair caught
in Lisa Schmidt's necklace.

And get this,

the shaft was perforated by
Trichophyton mentagrophytes.

Really? That's ringworm.

Specifically, from the
looks of the hair shaft,

tinea barbae.

Huh. You don't say.

(indistinct chatter)

MORRIS: Let's talk about
this self-defense story.

So you didn't kill her?

Because whoever did
left a hair on her necklace.

And that person had ringworm.

And the interesting
thing about ringworm is,

if it's not caught right away,

it causes scarring.

What are you doing?

MEGAN: Proving
that you killed Lisa.

The killer had
fungus in his beard

and you still have a scar.

Detective Morris is correct.

Kyle contacted you when
he saw that leak in the wall.

And because he's a good worker,

you knew that he'd
tear it down and fix it.

BAKER: So you shot
him underneath that bridge

and dumped him in the first
open trunk you could find.

MEGAN: First, you fire Kyle

to cover up what you did.

And then you kill him.

Leaving his wife a widow

and his unborn
child without a father.

And all because a young girl
just didn't wanna screw you.

Thank you for
coming by, Dr. Hunt.

For telling me what happened.

I'm just sorry I couldn't
change the outcome.

But I thought you might
find some solace in knowing.

I also wanted to give you this.

When the police were going
through Kyle's computer,

they found this letter.

Your husband was the
man you thought he was.

You take care of that baby.

( slow pop music playing)

(sighs)

Hello, ladies.

Oh, hello, dear.

How was it? What
did I miss? Wow.

Grandma said it was the
City That Never Sleeps.

And then we proved it.

Yes, well, Grandma
has never lacked

for stamina, has she?

Like you stopped working all
weekend, even for a second.

Well, no.

Except there was this one thing.

Something really creepy
happened on Friday.

This guy came into the office

and he pretended
that he knew me.

He was like some weird stalker.

He said that we'd
been talking online,

that we were supposed
to have dinner.

Really?

That's terrible.

I know.

And Peter, he tried
to get him to back off,

and he wouldn't.

And then all of a
sudden, fists were flying.

And thank God Bud was there,
because he just tackled him

and then put him in handcuffs,
and he carted him away.

(clears throat)

You gotta be kidding
me. Both of you?

Her, I can believe, but you?

I didn't want to. She made me.

Mother. Megan,
so it didn't happen?

No, but it could have.
What were you thinking?

Well, what do you
think I was thinking?

I want you to
have a social life.

Oh, my God.

Well, if you must know,

I did meet up with him.

And we had dinner.

So? So okay. Hmm.

Look at you.

It was more than
okay, wasn't it?

Maybe. Heh.

Hmm.

( suspenseful theme playing)