Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 2, Episode 7 - Hard Knocks - full transcript

911, what's your emergency?

Sir, can you hear me?

Someone, please, come quick.

Where are you, sir?

Can you hear me, sir?

Sir? Dispatch, I need
a unit to Fishtown now.

Sir? Stay with me, sir.

Sir? Can you hear me, sir? Sir?

So who's the guy? What guy?

Come on, that's your
third shade so far.

You're never this
neurotic about lipstick.



Heh. It's nothing. It's,
uh... It's a colleague.

We met on a case.

Like how Dad and
Kate met on a case?

Ha, ha, you're
evil, you know that?

We're having coffee, that's all.

What's he do? He's FBI an agent.

Cool. What's his name?

Why? To look him up, of course.

Derek Ames.

Oh, that's work. We gotta
go. Get your stuff together.

What about your coffee date?

Think I might still
be able to make it.

Derek Ames. FBI. He's hot.

All right.



You might wanna do a cast.

By the road there? - Yeah.

Well, good. MAN 2: Okay, sir.

Something wrong
with your cell phone

or are you just
playing hard to get?

Why? Derek Ames.

He left a message at the office

because he doesn't
have your cell phone.

He says he regrets
he can't make coffee.

Damn it! I should
have cancelled first.

Well, as long as we're
back in high school...

Who found him? He found
himself. He called 911.

Did he say what
happened to himself?

He didn't say much of
anything. He expired on the call.

The EMTs were too late.

His name's Jake Brady,
17. He's from Mount Airy.

Mount Airy's a long
way from Fishtown.

Well, he's got bruising on
his torso. And I smell alcohol.

Never a good thing. PETER: No.

Hmm.

Hand me your UV light, please?

What the hell? That
is black light paint.

Okay, the plot thickens. Hey.

There's another one.

Well, look at that.

So this is what brought Jake
to Fishtown on a Friday night.

A rave.

Shouldn't there be a
time machine here?

Isn't this something that
happened, like, 20 years ago?

Party didn't stop just
because you got old, Bud.

You do mean we,
don't you? Ha, ha.

We need to secure this area.

Okay.

Hundreds of kids
dancing till dawn.

Not one of them sees
Jake on their way out, dying?

They're too drunk
or too high to care.

I give you the Y-Generation.

Let's go, Bud. Let's
go tell his parents.

It can't be him. We let
him sleep in on Saturdays.

I'll go get him.

It's not Jake.

We talked about
this. About what?

He mentioned the party.
I told him I don't want him

near those freaks.

Did that talk get physical?

Excuse me?

Your son had a lot of
bruises on his chest.

Like I said, it isn't him.

Mr. Brady... He knows better.

I think you need
to prepare yourself.

Harvey, his bed's still made.

What happened to my little boy?

Uh, Jake Brady's tox
showed signs of a drug,

but we ruled out
Ecstasy, Special K

and other rave-related
substances.

Plus, his blood alcohol's 0.09.

Wouldn't be the first
time a kid OD'd at a rave.

It would be my first.

Well, these pills may
have something to do with it.

The surface is too degraded

to tell if there are
any identifying marks.

So I will take it
to the lab and...

I'll take those.

You don't think I can handle
it? I don't think it would help.

If our tox didn't
hit on anything,

these are most
likely designer drugs

and they won't be in our system.

Wait, whose system
would they be in?

These are people's
lives, not pieces of paper.

If this file that you
sent without clearance

had fallen into the wrong hands,

someone could've gotten killed.

Now, go make this right.

Megan. I was just
in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd stop
by and say hello.

Mistake? No.

I'm, um, sorry about
the coffee this morning.

We had a foul up, and, uh...

I'm kidding. I was
gonna cancel myself.

I'm on a case.

We found these on a 17-year-old
who died at a rave this morning.

High school. Amazing
we all survived.

Sounds like you're
no stranger to raves.

I take it you were. I was
too busy being a nerd.

Tell me, what is it that
I can do that you can't?

Not much. Except
tap into the PC HIDTA.

Since it is the
federal drug database.

You've been doing your
homework. I'll see what I can do.

Anything else? Yes.

You can call me once
you've gotten the results.

Here's my cell.

Thank you, Agent Ames.
At your service, Dr. Hunt.

Hmm.

Oh, come on, Peter. You were
definitely one of the cool kids.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

It is if you weren't
one of the cool kids.

Let me guess which one you were.

What is this, an intervention?

It's a meeting of the committee
of where's-my-cause-of-death?

I'm working on it.

Ethan? Ahem.

Jake has bruising on his torso.

He also has ligature
marks on his wrists

and a patterned impression.

Possible result of restraint.

His skin also shows
indication of livor mortis.

It's fixed with no blanching.
- Hmm.

What time did you say
he made that 911 call?

Uh, 7:14 in the a.m., about
three hours ago. Why?

Because when he made that call,

he'd been dead for
at least four hours.

Voice analysis
compared the 911 call...

Someone, please, come quick.

To Jake's outgoing message.

Hey, it's Jake. Leave it.

Definitely not him.

And if the Great Santini
ever gets back to us,

we'll see if he
recognizes the voice.

You'd think he'd be calling
us. This is his son after all.

Yeah, take it easy, Bud.

You lose a child and
let's see how you react.

You got anything?

Wait, I'm on Jake's
Aren't I Social page

trying to figure out
who threw the rave.

You know, some kid
comes to your party,

does your fancy drugs and
ODs, are you gonna call it in?

Or you gonna wait
till the party's over

and make it somebody
else's problem?

Oh, wait, wait, wait. That's
the same arrows on the wall.

"Hit Jinx with your cell,
she'll text to the first arrow?"

Hmm. Whatever happened to

hanging out in the basement
with a six-pack of beer?

Heh, what are you, 100?

It says Jinx is holding a
rave in Cleveland tonight.

Not anymore.

So the, uh, firm
signed a new client.

Yeah.

And it's a winery. Really?

Yeah, we're having a
tasting later at the office,

if you're interested.

Heh, you will never hear
me turn down a glass of wine.

Oh, that reminds me,
somebody from UC Berkeley

left a message on your machine.

Somebody's getting a
late start this morning.

Hey. Oh, thanks for taking
Lacey last night. Appreciate it.

Anything I can do
to help your love life.

Okay, I will leave you
two to, um, compare notes.

Heh. Ew.

Yeah. Heads-up
on the rave victim.

Somebody else called 911.

X-rays confirm no broken bones

under the ligature
marks on his wrists.

So he wasn't dragged.

He died in place.
You find anything?

His stomach's empty, so
nothing to absorb all the alcohol.

And he's got vascular
congestion in his lungs.

All which support the
theory that he overdosed.

Or someone overdosed him.

God, I hope Lacey
skips that phase.

Oh, she gonna sneak out.

We all did.

You're gonna tell me you didn't?
- Only once.

My mother grounded me for two
months and made me learn Latin.

Really?

"Without penalty
there is no law."

What's Latin for
"why are you here?"

Oh, you two must
be real fun at parties.

I'm guessing that you're
here about the pills found

in Jake's pocket.

It's no newfangled
Ecstasy. It's Capsias.

Capsias? That's for
ADHD. Not recreational use.

Try telling that to kids
who are huffing glue

and choking
themselves for a buzz.

Combined with
alcohol, it could be fatal.

We'll rerun the tox on it.

Probably would've
popped on your database.

And you probably could
have called with the results.

And yet, hmm, here you are.

Thought you might
like your evidence back.

So rain check. Tonight?

Deal.

What?

You pulled me out of
line at the boarding gate.

You gonna reimburse
me for my ticket?

Oh, heh, yeah.

Recognize him? - Oh, yeah.

He was that guy who was dancing
with a thousand other people.

He's also the one who got
drunk and died at your rave.

So obviously, I must have
something to do with that.

Here's the thing, Jinx.

Somebody made a fake 911 call

after your party
pretending to be Jake.

Plus, the body was
propped outside.

I think he wanted to cover
up any connection to your rave.

I don't know anything about it.

Maybe six months for serving
minors will jog your memory.

Mr. Brady? Mr. Brady.

You never called us back.

Esther fainted.

I had to check her
in at the hospital.

So you're working out
your aggression now?

- What do you want?
- Were you aware

that your son was
taking Capsias?

It's a drug for attention
deficit disorder.

Look, I don't know
who you are, lady,

but Jake never took
the easy way out.

I taught him hard
work and determination.

I built this gym for him.

When his grades
slipped, I got him a tutor.

He was headed for being in
the honor society just like me.

Well, that's a long way
from high school, Mr. Brady.

I wore this to inspire him.

Perhaps he felt more
pressure than inspiration.

We found pills in his pocket.
Then they were planted there.

Did you really come here to
taint the memory of my son?

Mr. Brady, someone made a
911 call pretending to be Jake.

You recognize this voice?

Someone, please, come quick.

No.

Mr. Brady,

don't even think about taking
this into your own hands.

Who is it?

Patrick Spradlin.

Yeah, I made that call.

Patrick, what did
you do? Nothing.

Most people would have
stayed with their friend.

You are quite the
pal, aren't you?

ME's office found
Capsias in Jake's system.

Did you give it to him?

He was struggling in
English, so I gave him help.

Planning on studying
at the rave, was he?

I don't know. Okay?

I think he just needed to, you
know, cut loose or something.

Look who he lives with.

Mrs. Spradlin, you weren't
wondering where your son was?

He told me he was
staying at Jake's.

I was gonna.

After the party. Okay, Mom?

A mother's love
is blind, Patrick.

But down the hall,

we have a holding cell
full of upstanding citizens

who won't find you
nearly as charming.

Now, you wanna
take a walk, or talk?

After the party
ended, I came outside

and I saw Jake and
he wasn't moving.

So, yeah, I freaked,
because he was dead.

I thought maybe the pills and
the beer, I thought that did it.

So I made the call

and I got the hell out of
there, but I'm not the one

that hung the sign
around his neck.

What are you talking about?

This was...

on the school newspaper's
website this morning.

Now, that's cold.

Someone cleaned
him up pretty well.

We only found that one
trace of black light paint.

Tox screen we sent
to the reference lab

came back with low
levels of Capsias.

So even with alcohol,

it couldn't have
killed him, could it?

Nope.

Then what did? You
are looking right at it.

Positional asphyxia.

Look. His arms are
bound behind him

and the extreme neck
flexion over the sign

closed off his airways.

That explains the
blood in the lungs.

I knew that.

Which means the
ligature marks on his wrists

contributed to his death.

Exactly.

Wait, why are you
looking at us like that?

I think you both know
where you're headed.

This just goes on forever.

Yeah, how we gonna find
what tied him up in all this?

Well, looking probably helps.
So does not talking to me.

You asked the question.

Oh, heh, come on.

I mean, whose idea of
a party is this anyway?

And they just play the same
song for ten hours, right?

Ethan!

Sorry. I never took
you for a raver, man.

Look here, DJ Doofus, I partied.

What'd you do, play
charades? No, I partied.

Doofus. What?

You see what I did there?

I cleared this all away
just so you could see it.

Look at that. That's
teamwork. Mm-hm.

We're moving? To California?

Possibly.

I don't understand.
We live here.

Look. I would be a
professor of criminal law

at Boalt Law School at Berkeley.

That's one of the top
law schools in the country.

This could be a platform
for books and consulting.

Plus, I still get to practice.

Lace, I never thought that
this would happen for me.

Yeah, but here it is, heh,

and we don't have a
lot of time to decide.

What about Mom? This
is not her decision, baby.

Have you told her that?
I will, if you're on board.

On board? Leaving
my friends, my life?

Hey.

Look. When I left your mom,

I did absolutely
everything I could

to keep you out of
the proceedings, okay?

But you're a big girl now.

And you get to
have a say in this.

You know, I'm sorry
to spring it on you,

but there it is.

When will we go?

Soon.

I'm supposed to, uh, fly out,

meet the regents
in a couple of days.

I want you to come with me.

These skin cells that
we found on the cable

do not belong to Jake.

So if you get a
match, we get our guy.

Problem is, even
the high schoolers

who should be in
this system aren't,

because of rehabilitation
of minors laws.

In my day,
rehabilitation of minors

meant the back of
your daddy's hand.

I don't know what is the
problem with kids these days.

God, why do you have
such a stick up your ass

about kids right now?

Did you get a match?

Well, yes and no.

All these samples
were donated by parents

in case their children were
abducted. It's restricted.

If only we knew someone
who worked Missing Persons.

Mm-hm.

Oh, did I get the time wrong?
We're starting a little early.

Our suspect is in
a kidnap database

that the local
P.D. can't access.

No way. It's a violation
of the kid's rights

and it would get me
in a lot of trouble, so...

So I guess you're okay
with letting a killer walk.

Three things.

One, guilt does not work on me.

Two, you don't know
if this is the killer.

And three, we're not dating,

so you don't get to keep
asking me for things.

Would it help if we were?

What were you
like in high school?

Ha, ha, God.

Honest truth? Mm-hm.

I was a theater geek.

No, you weren't.
Come on. Hmm. Heh.

Oh, yeah, I was a
wannabe Brando.

The thin one or the fat one?

Pass me the cannoli.

Really sexy.

You know what I like about you?

Mm-mm.

I'm never quite sure
who's got the upper hand.

Well, then,

you know that means I do.

Really? Mm-hm.

Hmm.

Mom? Aah!

Lacey?

You're sure he's not home?

He said he had a ton of
work to do before he can go.

Why? What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna kill him. Mom!

He doesn't have the decency
to tell me what's going on.

It's not like you'll
never see me again.

Wait a minute.

Do you wanna go?

No.

But he said it could
be a big deal for him.

And you've got a guy now.

No, I don't have a guy. That
was not a guy. That was a...

Lace, this is your home.

Please tell me
you don't wanna go.

I don't.

But I also didn't want my
parents to get divorced,

and that happened anyway.

I haven't had a real
home in a long time, Mom.

And all I know is that
that wasn't my fault.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You must be here about
that awful picture of Jake.

I just took it down.

Who are you? Maxine
Hall, editor-in-chief.

So you put yourself
on the front cover?

States were yesterday.

But obviously, that
doesn't matter now.

I can't believe what
happened to Jake.

- Who took that photo?
- I don't know.

Someone accessed the
server by hacking my computer.

Did you know Jake?

Not personally, but
he was everywhere.

Wide receiver on the football
team, debate club, student gov.

Know who wanted to hurt him?

It's high school. Some
people thought he was a bully.

Others were just jealous.

So you think whoever
took the picture killed Jake?

Oh, maybe. That's
why we're here.

We have to confiscate
your computer

in order to try
and figure that out.

Well, can I at least
get an exclusive?

No.

Did you get anything
else off those skin cells?

How was your date?
Don't wanna talk about it.

So Derek Ames was no help?

Right.

Uh, I found something, actually.

Chromosome breakdown is XXY.

A hermaphrodite?
No, but same ballpark.

It's Klinefelter's syndrome.
It only affects boys.

Born with both male
and female chromosomes

and they often exhibit feminine
features like gynecomastia.

Increased breast tissue.

So I'd say we're
looking for someone

who Jake picked on at school.

The school doesn't have genetic
information on the students.

The best we're gonna do.

The high school
newspaper's computer.

It's got every student's
class photo on it.

Since the killer knew
how to hack into the site,

I pulled up the
computer club first.

Figured it would be
the best place to start.

How was your date last night?

Don't wanna talk about it.

Hmm, I've had dates
like that. Doubt it.

Maxine Hall, editor of the
paper, early admission UPenn.

I thought you said
it had to be a boy.

I'm just curious as to
what it takes these days.

Swim team, newspaper,
Greek, French, computer club.

Hmm, I'm starting
to feel inadequate.

Starting?

You were a laugh riot in
high school, weren't you?

Huh.

I'd start with him.

David Morton.

Are you sure you don't
want a parent present?

They don't give a damn about me.

Your parents registered you
with a kidnapping database

when you were born.

They do give a damn. Past
tense. Look what they got.

We found your DNA on
the cord used to tie up Jake.

You wanna tell us
how it got there?

I think it's what you
people call "transfer."

I think it's what we call
evidence that you did it.

That's right. People
make fun of my looks,

my voice, the way I dress.

And you know what?

I see that all as a
credit to my creativity.

And Jake?

Every single morning
he'd call me a freak,

knock the books out of my hands.

It was just so boring.

Then he was at the rave
where he doesn't even belong.

When I found him passed out,
I saw it as a teaching moment.

Well, what you did,
it killed him, David.

Yeah, right.

No, the position
you left him in,

with his head like that, it
cut off his oxygen supply.

It couldn't have.

I had to move it
when I took my sign.

Then I went home,
uploaded my picture

and hacked into the
newspaper website.

You took the sign,
but you left him tied up?

He was starting to move

and I was worried if I untied
him, he'd come after me.

The sign was found
in David Morton's trunk,

so positional asphyxia
is not the cause of death.

That's why I can't find any
petechial hemorrhaging, jeez.

Now the blood has been removed,

subtle injury patterns are
becoming more obvious.

Even in death, a
body keeps changing.

Hopefully something will
point me in the right direction.

You know, I am impressed.

Why?

Well, usually you carry a torch

for the victim, but this kid?

The brain of a teenager
is physiologically different

than an adult's.

Reasoning, comprehension,
regulation of emotion,

they're all still developing.

So whatever this kid did, he
was still a work in progress.

Hmm.

This is interesting. What?

Petechiae of the mucus
membrane. Why in the lips

but not in the eyes?

Megan? Hmm.

Hey.

Get a picture of
that, will you? Sure.

Five messages in one morning.

I think, uh... I think
that might be a record.

I'm glad you're getting
back out there, by the way.

With an FBI agent.
That's impressive.

Do not dare try to
make this about me.

You are taking my
daughter to California

and you don't
think to mention it?

Look, here, please, sit down.

Please.

I didn't go looking
for this, all right.

But as long as you've known
me, I've wanted to teach.

Teach here. If we were married,

and you got a
job offer in Dubai,

we'd be packing for
Dubai, no questions asked.

I don't know, but I recall you
divorcing me because of that.

Funny, I seem to remember
being made partner

and having to turn it down

because somebody had to stay
home and take care of Lacey.

Oh, God.

I'm not forcing
this on her, okay?

Um, she gets to have a say.

Oh, come on.

Why do you think she came to
see me? She doesn't wanna leave.

She doesn't wanna leave you.

And if it means anything,

it's because you've come a long
way with her and I respect that.

Then don't do this.

Please.

My career always
came second to yours.

You know, it always did.

There's more for me out there.

When are you gonna tell Kate?

When are you gonna
spring this on her?

As soon as I figure
out what we're doing.

Think again.

Hey. Hey.

Am I interrupting something?

How long have you
known about this?

Just happened. Oh.

It's good to know you
weren't lying to me.

Kate, it's not a sure
thing. You want it to be.

No, what I want is...
Heh, oh, my God.

Why does everything
have to be so complicated?

Oh, it's very simple, actually.

You're right.

You're right. Hey.

We haven't known
each other that long,

but would you come with us?

So we know it's not an overdose,
asphyxia, infection or aneurysm.

Which means Jake's symptoms,

blood in the lungs, petechia
in the mucus membrane

and edema, all point
to a cardiac incident.

Maybe. Ugh, you're right.

And maybe isn't good enough.

I'll keep looking.

You wanna fill me in?
I'm going back to the body.

I don't mean that. I mean,

Todd in your office
behind closed doors?

And him talking
to Kate right now?

Todd wants to
move to California.

You're joking.

No. He's going to
teach at Berkeley.

And tomorrow Lace
and he are leaving

to look for places to live.

How's that for short notice?

Wait, what are you
gonna do? I don't know.

Last night she came to
see me and I was with Derek.

She walked in on us.

That's a lot to handle.
How's she holding up?

She doesn't know what to do.

And I have no right
to tell her what to do.

I just keep thinking that
I'm gonna lose her. Again.

You're not gonna lose her.
No, you do not understand.

I just got her back and now
she is moving 3,000 miles away.

One minute, everything is fine.

Next minute, it's like
somebody just punches you

right in the heart and...

And what?

You die. Get Kate.

I hope you kicked him
in the you-know-whats.

Hope you're not
talking about me.

I was in the neighborhood.
Thought I'd drop by.

Mistake? No. Not at all.

Uh, but you can't,
uh, bring those in here.

It's a contamination risk.

Oh, sorry.

And actually, this might
not be the best time.

Out of curiosity, uh, when
might be the best time for you?

I don't know.

Hmm, call me. Yep.

So how are you doing?
How are you doing?

He wants me to go with him.

What did you tell him?

That my life is
here and so is his.

Anyway, what did
you wanna show me?

Well, when we thought this
was overdose or asphyxia,

these bruises on his
chest didn't matter.

They were from a
night of rave dancing.

Which they are,
except for this one.

There is a subtle
pattern in the bruise

and it travels through
the dermis, so...

Way ahead of you.

Yep.

Hairline fracture
of the sternum.

Lower border of the
fourth left costal cartilage.

And I have got

an ovoid contusion
measuring 1.2 centimeters.

Right above the left ventricle.

Commotio cordis.

Jake had the only heart attack

that leaves no
evidence of heart attack.

So we're to believe a perfectly
healthy 17-year-old boy's

heart just stopped beating?

Well, his age is
exactly the reason.

Most teenagers have an
undeveloped chest plate,

which leaves the heart
vulnerable to impact.

For less than 1 percent
of the cardiac cycle,

the myocardium is repolarizing.

Which means that the
heart is completely at rest.

A strong blow during
that 10 millisecond gap

can kill you.

You've narrowed it down to
everybody who was at the rave.

Well, everyone who was
strong enough to do that damage.

I mean, it takes more
than just a little tap.

It's showtime.

Here we go.

Well, the next
feature is in 3D. Great.

The killer didn't
leave any evidence

on the surface of Jake's skin.

But we think that he
still left a compression.

So this alternate light source

can show us bruises
beneath bruises

on his subdermal layers.

Lights out.

What is it?

It's the Greek letter psi.

From the school's honor society.

There's no anger
like a father's anger.

What happened, Mr. Brady?

You found out Jake defied you

and you went to that
party to track him down?

I'd love to know what
you're basing this on.

We found your ring
impression on his chest.

We know you hit
him. That's impossible.

After Jake went to
bed, I went back to work.

I was online half the night.

I'm online at the office
right now and yet here I am.

Do either of you have kids?

No.

No, well, not for
another seven months.

You have no idea
what you're in for.

All you want is
the best for them,

but you can't protect them.

All you can do is try.

And I failed.

I never laid a hand on my
son, you have to believe me.

Well, we're gonna need
your ring, Mr. Brady.

You can keep it.

I don't need it anymore.

Can I help you? Call him.

Uh, I know Todd.
Calling is not gonna help.

I'm talking about Derek.

Do you remember I asked
you once if you had any friends?

Well, this is the first time

that I've seen you
actually light up

around somebody
since I've known you.

Don't lose everything, Megan.

Oh, by the way, you were in
the honor society, weren't you?

Yeah. So was I.
You get the ring?

Yeah.

How'd you wear it
before graduation?

Facing me.

Look, uh, about before...

You seriously thought
the time to tell me

was in front of a suspect?

I'd been looking for
the right way to tell you.

And that was it? He
asked. I couldn't lie.

I answered. Look, it just
came out. I'm sorry, Sam.

I guess that explains
the bug up your ass.

How's Jeannie?
Stunned like I am.

You know, I just
think of what it takes.

I don't know that I'm up for it.

Let me tell you something, Bud.

When I was little, my
father was barely around.

I never got the sense that
he gave a crap about me.

And then I got into
the seventh grade

and I got meningitis and had
to spend half the year in bed.

My father found this gear
none of us knew he had.

If he can do it, so can you.

Not gonna be easy.

No, heh, it's not.

But I'll have your
back, Papa Morris.

You're not really gonna
call me that, are you?

Hey.

Uh, well, help yourself.

Hey.

Seriously?

Were either of you
in honor society?

Scratch that.
Before you graduate,

you wear the ring
facing towards you.

And then after you
graduate, you turn it around,

so it faces the world.

Mr. Brady wore
his ring like this.

So it means if he hit his son,

the impression he would
leave would be like that.

Doesn't match. It's upside down.

Right. So was the ring,

when she punched him.

Uh, she?

Most members of the
honor society aren't athletes.

None of them really have
the strength to hit Jake

hard enough to kill him.

Except for one member.

They told me to come
by and get my computer.

- Is the investigation over?
- Yes, I think it is.

Maxine, I'm Dr. Hunt. Hi.

I'm familiar with all of your
many accomplishments.

It's quite impressive.

The computer club, uh, editor,

swim team and most
recently, the honor society?

Hmm.

Congratulations. Thanks.

Is that the ring? Yes.

May I see it? Oh, yeah.

Wow, nice.

You also took AP
English with Jake Brady.

His father said he had a tutor.
We confirmed that it was you.

That's right.

I couldn't believe
he needed one.

Why not? He always
seemed so perfect.

But when he came
to me, he was terrified.

Terrified of failing.

Failing his father.

Jake was nothing
like he was at school.

We really got along.

Were you romantically involved?

We kissed on our last session.

So, what I'm wondering is,

why did you tell us
you didn't know him?

Maxine, look at me.

You're a smart girl.

You know that I'm going to
find Jake's DNA on this ring.

When you saw his picture,

you went down there
to save him, didn't you?

I couldn't believe someone
would do that to him.

You know I was a lot
like you in high school.

I studied hard. I had crushes
on all of the popular boys.

I would have done
the same thing.

What happened?

What the hell did you do to me?

I... I'm helping you, Jake.

It's Maxine. Who?

We kissed, remember?

Like I would ever kiss a
girl that looked like you.

Get the hell away from me.

He didn't even
remember who I was.

Then after I ran away, I...

I had no idea I had
killed Jake. I swear.

And I never meant for
any of this to happen.

Oh, God.

I-I-I'm so sorry.

I'm... I'm...

- It's okay. It's okay. Okay.
- I'm so sorry.

It's gonna be okay.

She'll be fine, you know.

She's a minor.
There was no intent.

So no little assistant DA

is gonna try and make
his bones putting her in jail.

This is an Amarone.

Made from grapes left
to over-ripen on the vine

until they're almost raisins.

Megan?

Oh, I'm sorry. I, um...

I... I tried calling Lacey at
home and on the cell and...

I don't know what's happening.
Maybe they've already left.

Hmm.

Uh, Derek.

Yes?

I like you.

But?

But there's only one person

that I should be
thinking about right now.

And if Lacey decides to stay,

then I need to focus on her.

Hmm.

And if she decides to leave?

Have you seen Lacey? What?

Not at home. She was with you.

Doesn't answer her cell.
We have a plane to catch.

You're worried about
catching a plane?

That's why I'm here,
Megan. I'm trying to find her.

Unbelievable. When was
the last time you talked?

No, don't do that. I'm
not the bad guy here.

Guys? Oh, really?

Guys! BOTH: What?

She's right there.

I've been here a while. Oh, God.

Lace, what is going
on? What's going on?

I can't believe you guys.

You, you're gonna move across
the country unless I stop you?

So now your whole
career is up to me?

And you, if I stay you're
gonna leave the first guy

you've been with
since the divorce.

I'm the child.
You're the adults.

You're supposed to be
worried about my happiness,

I'm not supposed to
be responsible for yours.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Okay, then.

"Okay, then," what? What?

I'm not sure what you
meant by "okay, then."

What do you want, babe?

What would make you happy?

What do you think?