Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 2, Episode 17 - Identity - full transcript

MAN 1: We have two
auto accident victims.

21-year-old female driver,
lost pulse at the scene,

possible facial
fractures, went V-tach.

BP 82 over 54, heart rate
130, respiratory rate 30.

MAN 2: Second
passenger ejected from car.

Unconscious, head trauma.

Flail chest, BP 50 over palp.

Heart rate 150. I
don't have a pulse.

MAN 3: Get the paddles.

WOMAN: Crashed.
MAN 3: Start CPR.

WOMAN: We're losing
her. We're losing her.



(EKG flatlining)

Donna Whirley, multiple
traumatic injuries.

She arrested. We
couldn't bring her back.

Her companion is
still in intensive care.

Uh, ordinarily, it's just the
transpo people we meet.

I'm not your ordinary ME.

DOCTOR: Oh?

MEGAN: Sooner I get to them,

the sooner they can move on.

I'd say this one's already left.

I will send transpo
in when I'm done.

( soft theme playing)

Excuse me. Uh, are
you from the ME's office?

That's right. My, uh,
daughter Donna is...



Oh, yes, I know. I'm
very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Look, I, uh, have to
know. Was Carrie drunk?

MEGAN: Who's Carrie?

She was the one who was driving.

What are you saying
about my daughter?

I'm asking if she was drunk.

Was your daughter
drunk? My daughter is dead.

Mine's in a coma.
Because she was drunk.

She's always been
a bad influence.

Shut up!

(grunting)

MAN: Hey. WOMAN: Stop that.

You lost your child.

And you may still lose
yours. You want answers?

Try not to kill each other

before I have a chance
to find them, okay?

Dani, you're up.

Victim's name is Donna
Whirley. Steer clear of her parents.

I'm driving you back
to the office, aren't I?

Oh, sorry. I had a lovely
evening. Do you mind?

I don't mind. You got
an important job to do.

Next time someone calls
me with a broken sprinkler,

I hope you'll understand.

As long as you still come home.

(chuckles)

( tender theme playing)

FONTANA: From the
geography and the skid marks,

everything points to the
Mustang as the cause.

The driver's wallet
was on the floorboard,

and this was thrown from the
car along with the passenger.

Donna Whirley.
She didn't make it.

What was the
condition of her seatbelt?

Nothing wrong with it.

But the main thing I
wanted you to see was this.

Where did you find that?
Driver's side door pocket.

MEGAN: Donna Whirley,
age 21, ejected from the car.

Multiple facial lacerations,

bilateral pelvic
fractures, flail chest.

Let this be a lesson,
gentlemen. Wear your seatbelts.

She has an old scar on her foot.
Uh, it might be from a surgery.

She's got a chalky white
substance on her pants leg.

I already swabbed it
and got it to the lab.

(speaks in Spanish)

PETER: You know,
what I don't get is,

this girl's blood
alcohol was negative.

It was her friend
who was drunk. So?

PETER: So you're riding
shotgun with your drunk friend

who's speeding and
weaving through traffic,

and you don't
wear your seatbelt?

There was nothing wrong
with it. He has a good point.

MEGAN: If you're Donna,

why do you let Carrie
get behind the wheel?

That's another good point.

Let us posit that there is a
logical explanation for both.

We will not know why
Carrie was behind the wheel

until she regains consciousness.

But as for the seatbelt...

What are you looking for?

MEGAN: Anything that
would inhibit range of motion.

Ethan? Yeah?

Hand me a probe.

CURTIS: Our
preliminary information

is that your daughter died
from multiple traumatic injuries.

I'm very sorry.

Right.

And why are the police here?

We're here to ask, uh...

Do you know the
whereabouts of your daughter

before she got into that car?

Why? What does that matter?

CURTIS: The driver
of the car, Mrs. Whirley,

was under the drinking age,

but over the legal limit
for blood alcohol level.

(scoffs)

I knew it. God.

Carrie was always dragging
Donna somewhere against her will.

And now Donna's the
one that ends up dead.

Why haven't you arrested Carrie?

She killed our daughter.

If our information is
correct, she will be arrested.

MR. WHIRLEY: Shh. Shh.

Hey, come on, come on.

(crying)

Shh.

You'll never guess what showed
up on Carrie Greyson's x-ray.

A bullet? How did you know that?

Carrie's in the hospital.

(sighs)

A through and through.

This wasn't a traffic fatality.

This was murder.

( suspenseful theme plays)

The bullet lodged
in the posterior apex

of the left ventricle
of the heart.

The heart is inflamed, but no
signs of cardiac tamponade.

We'll monitor Carrie
throughout the acute phase

for any hemorrhage or rupture.
When can we have the bullet?

I'll take it from here, doctor.

Why didn't he
answer my question?

He just did, but it went
over your shiny little head.

The heart is like
any other tissue.

You hurt it, it heals.

The healing process
takes a couple of days,

the acute phase, that is.

Remove the bullet too soon,
the heart wall will rupture.

So the answer is we can
have it in a couple of days.

GREYSON: Hey, wait a minute.

Now, I don't wanna spoil
your plans for my daughter,

but you can forget
getting that bullet.

The doctors say she could
recover without removing it.

Donna Whirley is dead.
Your daughter's been shot.

That bullet is our best clue
at finding out who did this.

When she wakes up,
she'll be happy to tell you.

And if she remains in the coma?

(cell phone rings)

Garage has something
for us. I'll see you later.

Mr. Greyson,

would you at least allow
me to see your daughter?

(sighs)

( tender theme playing)

Was she wearing long sleeves?

I don't know. They removed
her clothes in the ER.

May I have your
permission to examine them?

They might help us
find out what happened.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, I looked for you at lunch.

Uh, I had to run
back to my place.

The window sensor
went off again.

The same one that
needed a new battery?

Heh, you could've
changed it yourself.

Then I would need
the secret code

to disarm your elaborate
home defense system.

Dr. Hunt called. Uh, she's on
her way back from the hospital.

She needs to see you and
Kate in autopsy immediately.

Okay. Uh, duty calls.

(speaks in Spanish)

(clears throat)

(speaking in Spanish)

( mischievous theme playing)

Seriously?

(speaking in Spanish)

MORRIS: What do you got?
FONTANA: This car over here,

we found paint
transfer on the fender

that matches the paint
from Carrie's Mustang.

Okay, so the Mustang hit it.

According to witnesses, it
was the only car involved

that wasn't hit
directly by Carrie's car

during the accident.

The contact was made prior.

Prior? Mm-hm.
And then there's this.

This was found
under that driver's seat.

Seven live rounds, one empty.

So who's the car
registered to? Rob Martin.

( suspenseful theme playing)

You said you wanted to see us?

Yeah, I'm trying to figure out

how Carrie and Donna were
positioned when they were shot.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but they were sitting
next to each other.

Yeah, I know that.

But was it a random firing or
was somebody aiming at them?

Kate, you are Donna.

You brought me in here
to be a target dummy?

Okay, I will be Donna,
and you will be Carrie.

You get a bullet in your heart.
Peter, you get to shoot us.

Hmm. My dream come true.

All right, the bullet
enters Donna here,

exits here, enters Carrie here.

So, Peter, what do you see?

Wait, turn back that way again.

They're both turning
away from the shot.

Because Donna saw the
gun, so it wasn't random.

So she screams, "Gun!"
and they both turn away.

But there was no bullet
hole in the car door,

and the bullet is
only mildly deformed.

So it had to have come
through the open window.

So does anybody know
how high off the ground

the window opening
of a '95 Mustang is?

Excellent question. Let
me know when you find out.

We done? We're never done.

Hmm.

( suspenseful theme playing)

MORRIS: How are
you feeling, Mr. Martin?

Two pins, both legs, they won't
give me any more morphine.

How would you feel? What
happened to your hands?

Air bag burns. I didn't
even know it was possible.

So much for getting
gunshot residue.

BAKER: The '95 Mustang.

We know the driver was drunk.

We know she sideswiped
you before the accident.

And we also know both she
and her passenger were shot.

Which brings us to the gun
found under your driver's seat.

The one with one round
conspicuously fired.

Hold on a second. No way.

I'm a process server.

I wind up in bad places talking
to bad people all the time.

You ever shoot one? No.

But you like scaring
people with that gun.

In fact, you were cited
for pulling it just last year.

So this girl sideswipes
you, you chase after her,

pull your gun to scare
the crap out of her,

somehow it goes off.

She sideswiped me, and
damn right I went after her,

to get her license plate
number. I didn't touch my gun.

You're an angry man, Mr. Martin.

Because I'm in pain.

Can't you get them to
give me more morphine?

Yeah. We'll get right on that.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Take away the fired round,

I still wouldn't
believe that jerk.

Yeah, but how are we
gonna prove he's the shooter?

We've gotta get that bullet.

MEGAN: Donna and Carrie
were hit by the same bullet.

The irony is the
wounds were survivable.

It was the crash
that killed Donna.

Bud and Sam have any leads?

Might be a case of road rage,

but Carrie's parents won't
allow the bullet to be removed,

so without it... Bud
and Sam are stuck.

PETER: Maybe, maybe not.

I've been going over
measurements of Carrie's car.

Shot could have come
through the window,

but unless it originated
in a truck or an SUV,

it's borderline.

But what if they
weren't in the car

when they were shot?

What if they got into
the car to get away from

whoever it was
that was shooting?

That would explain how
Carrie got behind the wheel

if they were both
running for their lives.

If this isn't road rage,
you'd have to think

one of them was the target
and the other got in the way.

We need to know where they
were before they got in the car.

Let's get on it.

They were on the planet Krypton.

Ethan, I'm not in the mood.

The chalky white substance
on Donna's pant leg is kryptonite.

Or the closest thing to it.

Look, kryptonite doesn't
actually exist, of course,

but if you'll just
move down the line,

a new mineral was recently
discovered in a Serbian mine

that almost exactly
matches the chemical formula

for kryptonite,
stolen by Lex Luthor

in that abysmal failure of a
movie, Superman Returns.

Sodium lithium boron
silicate hydroxide.

It's not green,
it's chalky white,

and it was on Donna's pant leg.

How did it get there?
That's what I asked myself.

Turns out, Donna
was a geology major

and an intern at
the college museum.

Now, the museum
just recently received

a sample of
kryptonite from Serbia.

(speaking in Spanish)

( cheerful theme plays)

What the hell is wrong with
you? Oh, I'm learning Spanish.

You're not the only one
who can woo the Latinas.

Dani doesn't speak
Spanish, Ethan.

Really? What, is she Portuguese?

Ethan. What about Carrie's
clothes in the hospital?

Did you get a trace on them?
You won't let me enjoy this?

No, get back to work.

Just popped in to say hello.

Hello.

DANI: And ask
where this is going.

As in us, you and
me, the future.

(sighs)

Is subtle not in
your vocabulary?

I think we should
move in together.

Donna was nice enough.

When was the last time
any of you saw Donna?

Last night. She was
boxing up her samples

when she just took off.

Said she was late
meeting Carrie.

Late meeting her
where? Uh, Duke's.

It's a campus bar
about six blocks away.

They must have gotten
their wires crossed,

because Carrie showed
up here looking for her.

Really? Then what happened?

She just left, that's all.

Okay, thanks.

MORRIS: Hang on a sec.

Excuse me, who is that?

Oh, uh, Susie Foster.

The rest of you are arm in arm.

No love lost between
Donna and Susie?

She and Donna were up
for the same scholarship.

Donna won.

It's funny, come to think of it,

Carrie was staring
at that picture too.

Really? When? Right
before she ran out.

( suspenseful theme playing)

LACEY: Hey.

Hey. Lace. What
are you doing here?

Grandma's waiting downstairs,

but you said you wanted
a picture for your office,

so here it is.

What do you think?

What do I think?
I think I love it.

Oh, thank you. It's beautiful.

What about right
there? Yeah, perfect.

Wow, Lace.

Uh, Lacey. Uh...

(stutters)

Congratulations.
Hey, Lace. For what?

I put you up for
the Philadelphia

Medical Association
Public Service Award.

You won. I did what?

I didn't do it for you.

I did it to enhance the
prestige of this office.

Ceremony's tomorrow.
Look your best. Bye, Lace.

God, I hate award ceremonies.

Crappy food and
chitchat with strangers.

Why don't you just take Aiden?

No, I could not do that to him.

You took him to see a body.

This has got to be
an improvement.

(chuckles)

(cell phone rings)

Lace, sorry. I got to go.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you for my picture.

I love it. Say hello to Grandma.

( tender theme playing)

A picture is worth a
thousand words, Susie.

What's that one say?

I wasn't a Donna Whirley fan.

Doesn't mean I shot her.

The accident happened at 9:30.

You got out of chem lab at 9.

Did you take a ride
down the highway?

SUSIE: And lose
my parking space?

No way. No, I walk
to class and back.

It's 20 minutes across campus.

Did you talk to anyone?
Did anyone see you?

I'm sure somebody saw
me. I mean, I'm not invisible.

Look, if I had a gun and
was psycho enough to use it,

don't you think someone
would have heard the shot?

Why didn't you like Donna?

MORRIS: Donna got a
scholarship she wanted.

SUSIE: No, that wasn't it.

My problem with
Donna was that...

she was always
playing poor little sick girl

because she had lupus.

MORRIS: Lupus?

PETER: I ran the ANA
test like you asked.

Negative. Mm-hm.

This girl did not have lupus.

She was in perfect health.

So maybe Susie was lying.

Why would she lie
about something like that?

Oh, God.

What? Carrie.

Girl in the hospital
with the bullet

lodged in the wall of her
heart, her inflamed heart,

that's a symptom
of lupus. I don't get it.

Two girls, same height, same
hair color, same body type.

Oh, no.

The paramedics, they
must have misidentified her.

And we never questioned it.

This is not Donna.

It's Carrie.

How the hell could this happen?

I know you're upset.

Upset? One minute,
we're with our daughter.

The next, the Whirleys show up

with a priest and a
hospital administrator,

telling us there'd
been a mistake.

A mistake?

I don't give a damn
what anyone says.

That's our daughter in that bed.

Mr. Greyson,

did your daughter have
surgery on her left foot?

What does that matter?
Did they put a screw in it?

Yes, in high school. Why?

I took these x-rays
about a half hour ago

in our morgue of Carrie's foot.

I'm very sorry.

( tender theme playing)

How...?

Neither of them had
ID on their person.

Donna's book bag was
found outside the car

near your daughter,
and your daughter's wallet

was found inside
the car next to Donna.

CURTIS: Because of
their physical similarities,

the paramedics
mistook one for the other.

It was a tragic
misunderstanding.

Who killed my daughter?

There is a chance it might
be a case of road rage.

However, we do not
have access to the bullet.

Then get it. That's up
to the Whirleys now.

And we can't order
them to comply

any more than we
could order you...

Do you think I give a damn?

( tense theme playing)

My wife collapsed in the
hospital when they told us.

She's under sedation right now.

Our lives are ruined.

And as God is my
witness, I will sue everyone

who had anything to do with this

for the horror we've
been put through.

( tender theme playing)

Anything I can do?

I wish there were.

So Carrie was Donna
and Donna was Carrie.

I'm really glad
I'm not in charge.

Thanks for nothing.
What are you doing?

I am checking out

the trace results
from Donna's clothes

that we got from the hospital.

I thought you did that already.

No, that was when
Donna was Carrie.

This is from the real Donna.

Here, look at this.

Her sleeve and the whole right
side of her jeans were saturated

in this diluted
acetic acid solution.

Battery acid goes
everywhere in a car accident.

No, it's not battery
acid. It's a stop bath.

It stops the action of
the developing solution

when developing photographs.

Who the hell does that anymore?

I do. Why am I not surprised?

It's a dying art, man.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Wow, visiting you at work

is a lot more satisfying
than the other way around.

Yeah? Well, then we're
gonna have to work

on your definition
of satisfying.

(chuckles)

Okay, here's your shot.

There is this stupid thing

that I have to go
to for work tonight,

and I was thinking the one thing

that might make it more
bearable is if you came with me.

Heh, wow.

Well, put it like that,
how can I refuse?

Okay.

( soft theme playing)

Typical off-campus apartment.

Nice building.

Poor parents. I can't imagine.

The relief of having
your child survive.

And then it gets ripped
right out from under you.

I don't see a trove of
photography chemicals.

Me neither.

Four locks on the door?

Bars on a second story window?

Hey.

Pepper spray.

This girl was afraid of someone.

So are you going
to sleep with him?

What?

I mean, it's been a
month now, right?

Dad's already in
Barbados with that girl...

Yes, yes, I know.

No, and Aiden and I are
not going to sleep together.

So Dad having sex
means you can't have any?

Why should being
divorced from him

be any different than
being married to him?

What's that mean? Nothing.

Aiden and I are taking our time,

which is something I
would hope you would do

until you're at least
40. Relax, Mom. I get it.

(cell phone ringing)

Go ahead, Peter.

PETER (over phone): We
talked to campus police.

Carrie had a stalker.
She got letters

and flowers and
photographs of her taken

from around the campus,
all sent anonymously.

One day she swore someone
had been sleeping in her bed,

so she went to
the campus police.

So creepy.

Did the police do
anything? Not much.

She had thrown out all
the letters and photos.

They checked with all the
local photo processing places

just the same, but they
came up with nothing.

This sounds very strange.

Why didn't the
Greysons say something?

My guess is that Carrie never
told them. You met her father.

He would've yanked her
out of that school in seconds.

Okay, thanks.

The Philadelphia Medical
Association was founded in 1865,

with the goal of consolidating
new medical knowledge

and procedures coming out...

This could possibly
be the worst date ever.

I'm having a wonderful time.

Oh, you are such a liar. No.

Getting to know the real you,

which is all I
really care about.

If this is the real
me, we're in trouble.

Good.

MAN: and has focused
on education, public service,

and the popularization

of the medical
professional community.

To that end, we have a number
of awards to present tonight.

Where are we going?
What about your award?

To introduce the recipient
of our public service award,

Dr. Megan Hunt.

(crowd applauding)

(Megan chuckles)

This is where I had
my first real kiss.

No. Ha, ha. David Faulkner.

I was in tenth grade,
and he was in 11th.

AIDEN: And did
you break his heart?

MEGAN: Um...
Actually, I think I did.

Of course you did.

The first in a long
line, I have no doubt.

No. There haven't
been that many.

I know what I want.
And I'm willing to wait.

Are you still waiting?

Just kiss me.

( romantic theme playing)

(pop music playing
quietly on radio)

Lace, it's time for bed, honey.

Lacey.

Your mom would kill me

if she knew you
were up this late.

(scoffs)

( tense theme playing)

Oh, my God. Lacey.

Mother, what happened?

I went to tell her
to get ready for bed,

and she was on the
floor, unconscious.

Did she hit her
head, have a seizure?

Megan, I don't know anything.

You. My name is Dr. Megan Hunt.

I'm with the medical examiner's
office. My daughter Lacey

was admitted here
a half an hour ago.

I want to see the attending now.

Ma'am, you don't
talk to me that way,

and you certainly don't
summon my attending that way.

Sit your ass down, and he'll
be with you as soon as he can.

I assume you're
talking about me.

We meet again. My
daughter, what happened?

She collapsed from ketoacidosis.

Her blood sugar
registered a 450.

We found ketones in her urine.

Now, that, combined
with islet cell antibodies

means there's a
high probability of...

Type one diabetes.
My brother has it.

Diabetes?

DOCTOR: I know it's a
shock, but Lacey will be all right.

The main thing right now

is to get her blood sugar
level back to normal.

We're moving her now. A
nurse will take you to her.

Donna Whirley's heart
started bleeding last night.

Doctors had no
choice but to operate.

She's in recovery, and
you have your bullet.

How is Lacey doing?

A lot better than
Megan, I guarantee you.

BAKER: It's not a match.

So Rob Martin is in the clear,

and none of the accident victims

saw Susie Foster's
black SUV on the highway.

Back to hunting for darkrooms.

Darkrooms? PETER:
Donna's shirt and pants

were soaked with an acid bath
used to develop photographs.

And Carrie's stalker was
sending her photographs.

So we figured that they
found out who he was

and confronted
him in his darkroom.

Only there are no commercial
darkrooms anymore.

How did the girls find it?

We don't know, I wanna
show you something.

Okay, I am shooting you
the photograph right now.

Something in that picture made
Carrie grab Donna out of a bar

and drag her to
Carrie's eventual death.

What?

Megan. Megan, enough.
You're driving me nuts.

And you're driving
yourself nuts.

Honey, you need
to get some rest.

( tender theme playing)

How is she?

They think she's gonna make it.

They're moving her
to her own room now.

I just keep thinking about
how brave she's already been,

and how much braver
she's gonna have to be.

Did Donna ever mention
that Carrie had a stalker?

A stalker? No, never.

Oh, God, is that who did this?

Maybe. We think Carrie and
Donna confronted him together.

Carrie never wanted to be
alone. Now I understand why.

I don't know if this helps,

but we found a box
in Donna's room.

Carrie's keepsakes.

Carrie must have, you know,
given it to her for safekeeping.

Where is the box?
Well, it's right here.

I mean, we were gonna
give it to the Greysons,

but it got a little heated,
as I'm sure you heard.

You mind? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(both chuckle)

I have no idea what that is.

Hey, did you hear about Lacey?

Yeah. It's crazy, huh?

She's gonna be fine.

My lease runs out at
the end of next month.

That's what made me think of it.

I spend most nights
at your place anyway.

You've gone from keep-it-casual

to co-habitation pretty quickly.

(speaks in Spanish)

You know I'm
standing here, right?

I follow my heart.

Maybe I'm just invisible.
It's too soon, Dani.

Maybe my entire existence

is completely
meaningless to everyone.

I don't think you are asking me.

I think that you're,
you know, kind of...

You're pushing me
a little bit, you know?

Hey, hey, hey.

(speaks in Spanish)

What is this?

It's a picture of the interns
at the college museum.

And Carrie's stalker was
sending her photographs, right?

Yeah. Mira, it's this guy.

How the hell do you
know that? His T-shirt.

The Arbus Center? It's an
artists' commune downtown.

They develop their
photographs manually.

MORRIS: Philly P.D.!

Taking the stairs, partner.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Hey, guys.

MORRIS: These are
all pictures of Carrie.

PETER: It's the hospital.

That's Donna's room.

What if he doesn't
know it's Donna?

What if he still
thinks it's Carrie?

He's gonna take her out.

We've gotta get to the hospital.

( tender theme playing)

Um, excuse me?
What are you doing?

Just borrowing your microscope.

Okay, um, I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.

This is hospital property,
okay? Hey, listen.

I'm about to catch a murderer.
You wanna cut me some slack?

Okay, yeah.

What are you looking at?

MEGAN: Fungus from
the fingernail of the killer.

MEGAN: Hello, Susie.

What are you doing here?

I'm just, uh, here
to visit a friend.

Really? With a
syringe in your hand.

I'm just wondering how you went

from being in love with
Carrie to wanting her dead.

I was never in love with her.

Come on, Susie.

You broke into her apartment,
you lay down on her bed,

you left trace of the fingernail
fungus on your left thumb.

Yeah, I saw that
in the police station.

Tell me, how did it feel

to wrap yourself up
in her sheets? Good?

Carrie was supposed to be
my best friend, not Donna's.

Oh. I was always there for her,

even if she didn't know it.

Then she shows up with Donna,

starts screaming at me
for what I've put her through.

Me, her biggest fan. Right.

Told her that Donna
had gotten between us.

She laughed at
me. She mocked me.

Up until then,
she'd been perfect.

I'm so sorry.

You should've seen their
faces when I pulled out that gun.

They weren't mocking me
then. Susie, you need help.

This is 100 percent
glacial acetic acid.

You know what it does
when it hits a vein?

More than you do.

( tense theme playing)

(both grunting)

(syringe clatters)

(Megan panting)

PETER: You okay?

(grunts)

MORRIS: Get her out of here.

(Susie grunts)

You're not suing the medical
examiner's office or the city.

The hell I'm not.

It'll take years,
and you'll lose.

Do you really wanna
relive that pain every day

and still have no resolution?

Lady, I'll relive it
until the day I die.

Of course.

But what if there were a way
to ease some of that pain?

What do you mean?

What are they doing here?

Carrie gave this to
Donna to keep for her.

( tender theme playing)

When I was Carrie's age, I
used to have a box like that too.

Old concert tickets, my
grandmother's watch.

But I never had a friend
that I would entrust it to.

Carrie wasn't a bad influence.

We know that now. She
was a good girl, a good friend.

When she needed help,
she turned to Donna.

(clears throat)

You've all suffered.

You've all had your
worlds turned upside down.

For 36 hours, the Whirleys
thought their daughter was dead.

And for 36 hours, you
cared for Donna as your own.

Out of this tragedy,
one girl has survived,

and she has all four of you

to thank for the love and
the support that she's gotten.

And she is gonna need every
bit of that love and support

to help her come to terms
with losing her best friend.

Don't you wanna
be a part of that?

Do we wanna be a part of what?

A part of our daughter's life.

Please.

( tender theme playing)

Yes.

Yes, we do.

MEGAN: Hey.

AIDEN: Hi.

So...

The real me, you got
quite a dose last night.

Heh. How's Lacey?

She's okay. She's gonna be in
the hospital a couple more days.

Which is where you should be.

And no, nothing about last
night's gonna scare me off,

if that's what you
were wondering.

Here.

Give that to Lacey.

Are you really this perfect? No.

(both chuckle)

Thank God.

Stop distracting my boys
and get the hell out of here.

Commissioner Travers.
Nice to see you again.

I've asked Kate to join us.

The misidentification of Carrie
Greyson and Donna Whirley

is a big black
eye for this office.

How do you figure?

We weren't the
first on the scene,

or the second or third.

Your ME had the body
for a day and a half

without noticing the mistake.

Megan had no reason to
think there'd been a mistake.

Come on, you know
the game, Kate.

By the way,

how did you get the
Greysons to drop their lawsuit?

I just appealed to the
goodness of their nature.

(chuckles)

Well, whatever
you said, it worked.

And now we have an image
problem with only one solution.

Where is Megan Hunt?

Mm-mm. She's not
taking the fall for this.

This is my office
and my responsibility.

Curtis, you realize
what you're saying?

We got the killer, didn't we?

Congratulations, Kate.

You're the chief again.

That was very noble of you.

You'd have done the same.

You all right?

I'm fine.

At least now I don't
have to deal with

Megan's award ceremony.

Why, what did she do this time?

(chuckles)

(cries)

Mom, I'm so scared.

I know you are, honey. I know.

How can I even have
diabetes? I'm not overweight.

That's type two diabetes.

It's acquired.
Yours is different.

It's still incurable, right?

I'm gonna, like, lose
my legs or go blind?

Lacey, listen to me.

You forget everything
that you have ever heard

about diabetes, okay?

Those are misconceptions.

It is a completely
manageable condition.

And I am gonna be with
you every step of the way.

Okay?

Okay. Okay.

( tender theme playing)

Okay.

You are gonna be just fine.

( suspenseful theme playing)