Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 2, Episode 9 - Gross Anatomy - full transcript

We're here today to say
thank you and farewell

to those who've given us
the ultimate gift: their bodies.

For eight months,
we've opened them,

examined and dissected them.

So to the cadavers of the
Gross Anatomy 101 class,

we say thank you.

And before we commit
you to a crematory fire,

a moment of silence.

Thanks for everything, Seymour.

Is there some final word

you'd like to say to your
cadaver, Miss Mason?



Um, actually, this
isn't my cadaver.

Lacey?

Lace, are you awake yet?
- Ha-ha-ha.

You can't be serious.

There's no way he
would have said that.

You're not even dressed.

Dad's head'll
fly off if I'm late.

School starts at 8:15, right?
But Mathletes is at 7:05.

Mona, can your mom
swing by and pick me up?

I'll be outside in ten.

Sure, no prob.

Are you wearing
my lipstick? Ew. No.

Germs aside, your stuff's
been tested on animals

and probably contains coal tar.



I only use the hypoallergenic,
cruelty-free makeup.

Fine.

Gotta go. Love you, Mom.

So is this a mix-up or a murder?

Murder? Mix-up.

She's probably an accident
victim from the hospital wing,

sent to the wrong
section of the morgue.

Well, then, where's
Seymour? Who's Seymour?

My original cadaver. If this
is a mix-up, then where's he?

We have upwards
of two dozen bodies

rotating through
at any given time.

It's probably an honest mistake
by an overworked orderly...

Excuse me, dear.
Actually, it's Dr. Dear.

Dr. Megan Hunt,
medical examiner.

Dr. Cameron Fischer,
anatomy teacher, and this is...

Dora. Dora Mason. Wow, hi.

She's the one who, uh,
found the body, called it in.

Despite my objection.
If it isn't a mix-up,

which it is, then it's
an ill-advised prank.

I've tried to teach my students
respect for these bodies,

but boys will be boys.

Hmm, maybe that's why it took
a girl to catch what you missed.

I missed nothing. The
bruising and lacerations

to the torso are consistent
with automobile trauma.

I see defensive wounds from
possibly fending off a weapon.

I see wounds from bracing
against a steering wheel.

But what don't you see,
Dr. Fischer? Look hard.

I am not a pupil,
Dr. Hunt. More's the pity.

For you and your students.

Um... Excuse me? Sorry.
Resuscitation-related marks.

That's what I don't see.

I don't see signs that
anyone tried to save her.

Exactly.

Hey. BAKER: Hey.

Look, this girl's a
straight-up Jane Doe.

And no records in this hospital

of anyone fitting
her description.

And from what I've seen
of security in this place,

anyone could have slipped a
body in here with minimal effort.

So, what do you think?
Murder or mix-up?

I guess we'll know when
the battle of the big ego ends.

Well, I think you're wrong.

You're entitled to your opinion.

So, what's up? Is this
gonna be our body or what?

Well, they're still
battling it out now,

but knowing Megan,
I'd say get ready.

It has the makings

of an old-school
horror movie, doesn't it?

Murder at the Med School Morgue.

A coven of killer
nurses in the basement.

Virgin sacrifices on the roof.

That's quite an imagination.
Put that on paper.

I'm more of a
lover than a writer.

We're taking the body.

Nice catch, young lady.

Big deal. You figured out
some 20-year-old hottie

wasn't your 80-year-old cadaver.

Hardly makes you
Sherlock of the year.

Actually, it kind of does.

I would like to invite
you and your friends

back to the ME's office,

to see the inner
workings of a real autopsy.

Might help fill in the
gaps in your education,

and maybe you'll
even get extra credit.

Oh, my gosh. Nice.

This is my boss,
Dr. Curtis Brumfield.

He's here to collect

your confidentiality
agreements and legal waivers.

Boy, fix your clothes.

Pull your mask down, thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

See those stools behind you?

Stand on them. Go on.

They'll help you see
everything and touch nothing.

Fall off and break
your leg if you want to.

You won't be suing today.

Okay, the bodies you
worked on in Gross Anatomy

all died of natural causes.

But this...

is the real world.

Dr. Megan Hunt,
performing the external exam

for the benefit of our guests

from the Penn Hill Medical
School on one Jane Doe.

Caucasian. Approximately
20 years of age.

Blunt force trauma
to the left flank

and the upper left
abdominal quadrant.

Her hands are both bruised,

appear to be
defensive in nature.

No rigor, so she's been
dead for over 24 hours.

Let's roll her,
please. Yes, doctor.

She has a large
tattoo on her back.

Looks like it's a dragonfly.

Fixed lividity. No blanching.

And a heck of a sunburn.

You.

What color is her
hair? Uh, blond.

Wrong answer. Look
again, look at her roots.

Before she was blond, she was
a redhead, before that brunette.

- Color of the eyes?
- Green?

Wrong again. The
correct answer is...

Undetermined. Tache
noire has occurred.

Now, does anybody know
what "tache noire" means?

Oh. Um, if the eyes remain
open 24 hours after death,

the sclera exposed
to air dries out,

resulting in a black
band in the exposed zone.

Excellent.

Funny thing is, her
eyes were green.

Twenty-four hours ago.

The question is,

how did you two know that?

Matthews, Shane.

Six infractions on
your campus record

and two drunk-and-disorderlies
with the metro police.

You left out the time my mom
spanked me for eating a cookie.

Well, I'll pencil that in,
along with felony murder.

Hey, I didn't kill anyone.

Then how did you know the girl?

Didn't know her.
Didn't kill her.

That's funny, because...

Do me a favor.
If I ever get shot

and this meathead is my doctor,
just let me bleed out, please.

Don't worry, you
wouldn't survive, anyway.

Look at his hands.
He's all thumbs.

Hardly surgeon material.

That guy is the one to crack.

His wingman. Yeah.

That's just what
I'm gonna call him.

Hey, wingman.

I'm nobody's wingman, dude.

Really?

What do you call it

when one guy hangs
on another guy's coattails,

one who's a little
better-looking,

a little smoother with the
ladies, and doesn't mind

handing down his
leftovers? It's not...

It's not anything like that.

I've looked at
both of your files.

Birds of a feather
get in trouble together.

Except yours has
a few more entries.

Let me guess.

Shane has an indiscretion,
you take the rap for it?

Maybe you and Shane

tried to get rid of last
night's indiscretion,

when this one was
gonna call the cops.

Heh, that's not it at all, man.

Then what happened?
How do you know the girl?

We didn't know her.

We met her once. Months
ago at some bar off campus.

Shane came on to
her, she shut him down.

And then I tried and
got shut down harder.

That piss you off? No, man.

I don't bat a thousand
every night, so, whatever.

Look, I don't even
know her name.

I just remember her
because of her tattoo.

You sure you haven't seen her?

She had a tattoo on her back?

Know how many blonds with
tramp stamps come in here?

I wish I could help, but, heh...

Why don't you act like a human
being and take a closer look?

Hey, look, I said I
don't know the girl.

This girl changed
her hair color a lot.

And she didn't
have a tramp stamp.

It was an incredible
tattoo of a dragonfly

that went all the
way down her back.

Okay.

Yeah, that girl I know.
Jackie something.

She worked across the
street at the limo service.

I haven't seen her
in about six months.

But she used to come in
here after she'd close up.

Well, I know where
we'll be in the morning.

Hey, you. I thought I'd
make us hamburgers tonight.

Uh, no, thanks,
Mom. Meat is murder.

I had a salad at Mona's.

Everything in
your fridge is gross.

Why do you think
I went shopping?

Now I have an excuse to cook.

Mona and Suzie will
be here in a few minutes

to work on our project.

They're coming here? Great. I
can whip us all up something.

No need. They're already here.

Hey, guys.

Hi, Lacey.

I'm headed to my room right now.

Megan Hunt.

Dr. Hunt, heh,
hi. Uh, it's Dora.

Um, listen, um, I just
wanted to say thank you.

For being cool.

For recognizing that
Shane and Doug are morons.

For being an inspiration.

Gee, didn't know
I was that great.

Ugh. Well, sorry.

Mom always said I was an
overly-expressive intuitive.

Oh. Psychiatrist, huh? Was.

If she were alive,
she would say:

"Dora, just say thank
you and leave it at that."

So... Ugh.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Um...

You know, because of your
friends, Shane and Doug,

I was not able to do
the internal exam today,

and it's scheduled first
thing in the morning.

You wanna observe?

Really?

Wow, uh, yes, yes, yes, um...

Thank you, heh.

Okay, fine. I will
see you tomorrow.

I can't believe it.

She used to work for
us about six months ago,

but one day, she just quit.

Her name was Jackie Johnson.

Anything you can,
uh, tell us about her?

Well, she kept to
herself. Nice girl, but quiet.

Customers liked her
because she didn't talk.

Oh, really? Talking
is a problem?

Our customers prefer
listeners. You wouldn't believe

some of the problems these
people share with our drivers.

We call it "limo therapy."

Any customer
troubles in particular

that she told either
one of you about?

No. No, she had enough
real troubles of her own.

She didn't talk about it much,

but I got the
sense that she was,

I don't know, running
from somebody.

Really?

I have an address,
it's a PO box, I think.

Great.

You drink that slop? I
make a mean espresso.

What do you got
against instant, huh?

Let's just say I like to grind.

Come on, I'm just saying.

Heh. I know what
you're saying, Dani.

Phew. Because my little
double entendre generator

was almost out of gas.

Okay. Uh...

I have to say no.

No?

Dating a co-worker
is a bad idea.

Four good reasons why. Go.

First, it's hot.

Then it gets messy,
and then it ends.

And then it gets even messier.

Too bad. Could've been fun.

Hey, Dr. Murphy.

Didn't come here to eavesdrop.
I was on a cookie hunt.

She's a cute girl, but
you did the right thing.

Take it from me,

keep the personal
life out of the office.

Dr. Megan Hunt performing
an autopsy on Jackie Johnson

with Dr. Dora Mason observing.

Oh, and here's my other
boss, Dr. Kate Murphy.

Not in trouble, are
we? On the contrary.

It gets to be a bit of a
boy's club around here,

so it's nice to see you.

You're from, uh, the
med school, right?

I know your anatomy
instructor. Fischer?

He can be a bit
intense with the ladies.

If you're his type.

If you're me, he
doesn't know you exist.

I don't know which is worse.

Oof! What's that,
uh, grape smell?

Uh, it's some kind of infection.

I'm gonna have to suction
the blood out to find out.

I'll get Ethan to take a sample
to the lab for a gram stain.

Hmm, check out that uterus.

It's lumpy and enlarged.

Diagnosis, doctor? Uh...

Fibroids? A leiomyoma, maybe?

Wow, she's so pretty.

Why would someone do this?

Dr. Murphy likes us
to find out the how first.

And here we go.
Likely cause of death,

blunt force trauma with
lacerations to the spleen.

That was a horrible, painful
way for a young girl to die.

You okay? Yeah.

Detective, we started
on Jackie without you.

That isn't Jackie. Jackie
Johnson is a fake name.

Tried to find her
Social Security records,

turns out she doesn't have any.

Limo service was
paying her under the table.

All right, so who is she then?
That's the question of the hour.

I tracked her address
through a PO box.

Bud and I are
about to check it out.

Do you wanna come? Yes.

Can you finish up
for me? Of course.

Meet you in the lobby.
Stay in the break room.

Oh, can I stay here? No.
I'm responsible for you.

And do not touch anything.

Yes, may I help you?

Kate.

My star pupil.

Still smart. Still sexy.

And now running the
show. I'm proud of you.

It's not a reunion, Cam.
Okay. What is it, then?

When I was in this
very room, I remember...

all too well that
you had a type.

I was your type.

And you crossed a line.

And you've been holding
that in for 16 years?

I have a girl on a
slab. Pretty blond girl.

A girl that you swear ended
up in your morgue by mistake.

She's your type too.

So I came here to
ask you one question.

Did you kill her?

I'm flattered you
think I'm still capable

of wooing a girl that age.

Don't be. I think you
could've killed her.

You've got access to
this place at all hours.

And I like blonds?

Ha-ha-ha, come on, Kate.

I'd put her time of death at,

what, Tuesday night,
between 8 and 12?

Sorry to disappoint you, but
I have an alibi for that night.

Let me guess. A
woman? Three, actually.

These ladies and I
were in Chicago Tuesday

presenting a panel on...

degenerative changes to the
metatarsal in women over 50.

Well, thank you.

Landlord said she'd
been here for six months

since she left the limo service.

Looks like she was getting
ready to flee here too.

Maybe whomever she was
running from caught up with her.

Mm-hm.

She had the whole
house to herself.

She quit her job. How
could she afford this?

What we need now is a real ID.

Those things have
a name on them?

No, label's removed.
Found them under the sink.

They look like
generic antibiotics.

Find something? - Yeah.

CSU has recovered several
small hairs around the kitchen.

Could be Jackie's.
Could be the killer's.

Get them all to the
lab, please. Sure.

What is it? ETHAN: Uh...

It's a slide from our mystery
girl from the med school morgue.

Mm. Yeah. And from the smell,

I think it's a water-born
pseudomonas infection.

Huh? But she
wasn't found in water.

Uh-huh.

The mystery deepens.
Indeed it deepens.

Hey, so I was waiting
on Dr. Hunt to come back,

but, obviously, she
forgot about me.

But I was hoping
that I could get

one last look at
that body I found.

I know that sounds really weird.

Trust me, this is the one place

where that doesn't
even approach weird.

Uh, no, no, no. I can't.
Dr. Hunt would kill me.

Come on. What are
you, a man or a mouse?

Let the girl see the body.

Catch you later, doc.

Catch you later.

Please? I have a theory. Huh?

Oh, God. Okay, look.

The more that I think about it,

the more I think that
my classmate, Shane,

may have had
something to do with this.

This is weird.

I mean, there are
no signs of slippage

but there is all
this discoloration.

Megan must have
missed this in her report.

They look green. Yeah,
they do. What is that?

What are you doing?

I thought I told you to wait

in the break room
and touch nothing.

She didn't touch much. And you.

When did you think
this was a good idea?

We found something
wrong in the...

Do you realize
that if you allow her

to touch the body, you
compromise our findings?

No, no, no. This is
not a school project.

This is a human being.

You mess up in class,
you get a B-minus.

You mess up in
here, a killer goes free.

Right.

Get back up on that stool.

If you knew what you were doing,

you'd know it was
her lymph node.

Hmm, it's green tattoo ink.

Tattoo ink?

A lymph node can be a
trap for foreign particles.

It's not unusual to
find tattoo ink in it.

However, what's
strange is the color.

Let's flip the body. Yeah.

I don't see any green.
Her tattoos are black.

Give me the ALS. Here you go.

That looks like a Celtic knot.

Some kind of name. Ronan?

Oh, yeah, Ronan. They're,
uh, a local Irish rock band.

That's their logo. Wow.
She must be a hardcore fan.

Ooh! Do you think...
You know what I think?

I think it's time for you to go.

And you can show her out. Okay.

Let's go. Let's go.

Hey. Yeah, I'm gonna log
on. Hold on one second.

Hurry.

I'm messaging her. I'm trying.

Okay, what's taking so long?

Heh, I'm a slow typer.

I thought the history
test today was so hard.

Yeah, I thought so too.

I know.

- Mom.
- Tomorrow night.

You. Me. Dinner.

No cell phones. No laptops.
No webcams. Just family.

They can still hear you.

I don't care. Give
me your answer.

Fine. Just, tomorrow
night. Just family.

Hi, girls.

I'm sorry.

Yeah? Ronan Gallagher?

Her name's Jackie O'Shea.

Who was she, your
number-one fan?

You could say that. We'd...

Been together on and
off since we were 16.

Childhood sweethearts.

Jackie may have stayed
sweet, but you sure didn't.

I've seen your record.

It's as far from
sweet as it gets.

Grew up among some bad people.

You stay long enough,
it rubs off on you.

Jackie didn't wanna be
around it, so one day, she left.

When was the last
time you talked to her?

About a year ago, now.

Why'd she go so far as to
change her name, erase yours?

Look, maybe you
can't understand this.

But Jackie wasn't
running away from me.

She was running
away from her old life.

From people who didn't think

she could be anything
more than what she was.

Well, I can understand that.

She wanted to go where
she could start fresh.

What about you?

Did you try to follow?
Yeah, I got cleaned up.

Took me almost a
year. Tried to find her.

Show her how much I'd changed.

It's like she'd dropped
off the face of the earth.

Left messages
for her everywhere.

Everywhere I could think of.

I guess she never got them.

Or she did, and it was her
clue to pick up and run again.

That may be so.

But either way, I never saw her,

and now the best thing
in my life is gone for good.

I can tell you believe this guy.

Well, my gut says yeah. Heh.

Why is it all this emo,

bad-boy-rocker stuff
works on you women?

Wait a minute. I'm not
saying he didn't kill the girl.

I'm just saying he
loved her. All right.

Now let's go check his alibi.

No hard feelings, huh?

About what?

Our conversation yesterday?

Consider it forgotten, dude.

Call me or mom again,

and you'll be picking up
your teeth with broken fingers.

Uh...

Who was that?

My dad.

I don't talk to anyone
like that, just so you know.

Just him.

He left when I was 5,
crapped all over my mom,

and then he found God.

Just because God forgave
him doesn't mean we have to.

Which means I'm
pretty much going to hell

as far as my dad is concerned.

Sounds like a bad
situation. I'm sorry.

Catch you later.

So where's your protégé?

She broke the rules.

Oh. So she did learn something
from you while she was here.

At least I answer
my phone. Oh, sorry.

I went to see Dora's
Gross Anatomy professor,

to see if he knew more
than he was letting on.

By yourself? Without
police backup?

Wow.

I guess someone else is
taking lessons from me.

Okay.

Look at this. What is it?

It's a slide from
Jackie's uterus.

Leiomyoma looks benign,
but it's inflamed as hell.

Yeah, but remember how
misshapen Jackie's uterus was?

It wasn't the leiomyoma
that caused it.

It was diffusely
infected. It's weird.

I got your weird right here.

Some of that hair is Jackie's,
some of it is half Jackie's.

Could it be
parents, or a sibling?

Or a baby.

Her uterine infection

was hiding all the normal
postpartum identifiers.

She could've given birth
four to six weeks ago.

Then where the
hell is Jackie's baby?

Can you please tell me

how you all missed
that this girl had a baby?

She was 22 years old.

The body can bounce
back after four to six weeks,

except for the uterus, and
her other conditions masked it.

Her nearest neighbors
were two doors down,

and they didn't
see or hear a baby.

And there's no record
of her giving birth

in a hospital under either name.

So she had a baby
completely off the grid?

Wait a minute. Jackie had
a pseudomonas infection.

It's usually contracted in water

and often occurs
in water births.

So maybe Jackie gave birth at
home with the help of a midwife?

If she wanted to stay
off-grid, it'd be the way to go.

Give birth at home,
and a midwife

doesn't have to file a birth
certificate for five days.

My wife has looked
into all of this.

Okay. I'll comb
the midwife registry.

I should be able
to narrow it down.

And Curtis is working on
isolating the murder weapon.

And I will get the lab
to do a DNA profile

on the baby's father.

Right now, we have to assume
that whoever killed the mother,

snatched the child,

so if we find the
killer, we find the baby.

Yes. I met with Jackie

in her last trimester
until after the birth.

Was it a difficult
birth? Eighteen hours.

When did you last
speak with her?

Six weeks ago. The
baby was colicky,

so I dropped by with
one of my tinctures.

That helps with colic?
And what is in that?

My special mixture of
chamomile, licorice and mint balm.

Two drops on baby's
tongue, twice a day.

I gave Jackie enough to
last a couple of months.

Told her to show the adoptive
parents, or at least her broker,

how and when to apply it.

She was giving the
baby up for adoption?

She planned to,

but you should have seen her
when she looked at her baby.

She was having second
thoughts. Here, I took a picture.

Do you happen to remember
the name of the agency?

She never said.

I've talked to every
adoption agency

in the Philadelphia area,
they all say the same thing.

Any prospective donor has to
go through pre-natal screening.

And Jackie didn't. No.

This birth was off the grid,

and I'm telling you, that
adoption wasn't legal.

What are those?

Unis canvassed the area
around Jackie's house

for possible murder weapons.

These are just from
the first square block.

Morris.

Oh, hello, Dr. Brumfield.

Elongated, wooden and black?

Hold on.

I've got a baseball bat
matching that description.

No, Bud, I'm home.
Ethan is at the office

waiting on the weapons
analysis from the crime lab.

He will stay there
all night if he has to.

Okay, all right, bye.

I thought we said no computers.

But you did say just family,
and Grandma's family.

Hello, Mother.

Sounds like you two are
having fun. What am I missing?

Well, I was just telling Lacey

about living with you
when you were her age.

Ha, ha, great.

Your mother used to
bring home dead birds

and keep them in the
freezer to study them.

Ew. That's disgusting. Mom.

I didn't know whether she'd
be a doctor or serial killer.

Ha-ha-ha. The jury
was out for a while.

Oh, please don't hang
up on me, Dr. Hunt.

Okay, uh, I found my
original cadaver, Seymour.

Good for you.

Better yet, good for Seymour.
But I really have to go.

Wait, wait, wait.

Listen, I think that I might
have found something.

Ugh. Meet Seymour.

I was so focused on the
murder that I forgot about him.

Where did you find
Seymour? Hospital morgue.

I mean, eventually, they
would've realized the mistake,

but that could've taken months.

What did you wanna show me?

Okay, well, when I
prepped him for cremation,

I tied the extremities
in a simple granny knot.

That? That is not my knot.

It's a nice sailor knot.

Okay, check this out.

Hmm. Whose cadaver is this?

My classmate. Shane Matthews.

I met that girl once.

I didn't sleep with her. I
didn't get her pregnant.

And I didn't kill her.

But we know you
switched the bodies.

We found your DNA on the ropes

used to tie up your
classmate's cadaver.

Dora probably planted it.
She's always had it out for me.

Or she's always had your number.

Whatever. I have an alibi.

Yeah. That's right. Ten
people know where I was

and what I was doing
when that girl died.

Why is he leaving?
He alibied out.

Witnesses put him
at the school library

until after Jackie's
time of death.

My gut says he's the killer.

But the facts say he can't be.

Morris.

Shane might not have killed her,

but I bet you he
switched those bodies.

He's in cahoots with the killer.
What about his buddy, Doug?

Don't you worry. I'm digging
deeper into that alibi too.

That was Curtis.

We've got blood evidence
off the baseball bat.

It's our murder weapon.

Any prints or DNA on the handle?

DNA. And on a hunch, he ran
it against the baby hair samples

we found at Jackie's
house. Guess what?

Jackie's killer and the
father of Jackie's baby

are one and the same.

Get a match in the
DNA database? Mm-hm.

Your bad boy rocker,
Jackie's ex, Ronan Gallagher.

We ran your DNA against
your ex-girlfriend's baby.

Guess what?

You're the father.

Wait, Jackie was pregnant?

Come on. You knew
she was pregnant.

Oh, look, look, I get it.

If it was my wife and
she was taking my baby,

not only that, she was giving
it away to somebody else?

I would take a bat, and I
would beat her to death with it.

I gave her that bat
years ago for protection.

She must have held onto it.

Was it a boy or a girl?

Was it a boy or a girl?

It was a girl.

Where is she? Did
someone hurt her?

We're looking for her now.

Can I talk to you
outside, please?

You wanna clue me in on
the routine we're running here?

Bad cop, daddy cop?
I have a gut feeling.

Oh, really?

Now, who's falling for
the bad boy rocker routine?

I don't think he did it.

Hello there.

I really upset you
last night, didn't I?

No, I must have,
or you wouldn't have

turned around
and left so quickly.

I can't believe you told her
the bird-in-the-freezer story.

What I said to her

was that you have been
who you are for a long time.

Oh, so I'm intractable.
Ha, ha, that's a good lesson.

No. You're committed,
you have a good heart.

You wanna know how
things work from the inside out.

And I see the same
things in Lacey.

And myself.

Can I talk to you?

It's okay. I said
what I came to say.

My gut says the
boyfriend's innocent.

And what does Sam
say? That I'm crazy.

That his DNA is on
the murder weapon.

That his alibi doesn't
exonerate him.

That he has motive to kill
Jackie and kidnap his kid.

Huh? Is that all? Hmm.

Dr. Hunt.

You can stop it with
the sad clown face.

I trust your gut,
partner. And my own.

So I dug into Shane's
background again.

Guess where he used to work.

Jackie's last workplace.

The limousine service.

Bingo.

I've never seen him before.

But this place has
the highest turnover.

Ask Mitch. He's
been here the longest.

Yo, Mitch. Come here for a sec.

Know this guy?

No, never seen him before.

Hmm, that's odd.
Considering he's your brother.

What? Brachydactyly Type D.

Also known as clubbed thumbs.

Siblings share it. You
have it and so does Shane.

The only question is, what
did you do with Jackie's baby

after you killed her and had
your brother dump the body?

Ha, ha, listen, I
don't know what you...

Where is she, Mitch? Hmm?

Where is that little baby that
has no one left in the world

because you killed her mother?

Or should I amend the
charge to double homicide?

I'm saying nothing, man.

He hasn't lawyered up, but
he sure as hell clammed up.

What did that midwife say she
gave the baby to keep her quiet?

Chamomile, licorice and mint.

You might not wanna
talk to this detective here,

but let me tell you a couple of
things that he already knows.

You killed Jackie,

and your brother
disposed of the body.

But something
happened in between.

You saw that baby,

Jackie's daughter,
alone, crying out for her.

And you had to shut her up.

That rash on your hand?
I think you're having

an allergic reaction
to chamomile.

That tells me something.

You're not a baby killer.

You gave that baby
chamomile, mint and licorice.

Jackie must have
showed you how to do it.

You took her
medicine when you left.

And you have been
giving it to her, I would say,

up until two hours ago.

You have that baby.

I know you do.

And you've kept her safe.

So I drive...

these rich sons of
bitches around for years

to put my brother
through medical school.

They're not all bad.

There's this couple.

The husband, he's a nice guy.
And the wife, she's a nice lady.

I drive her because
she's losing her eyesight.

And they wanna
have kids, but he can't.

And the adoption agencies

keep turning them down
because of her condition.

That's... That's not fair.

And one day, I find Jackie,
and she's puking in the toilet,

and she's pregnant.

She can't tell the father.
And she can't afford to keep it.

Everybody wins. So,
yeah, I hooked it up.

I mean, Jackie quit her job,
the couple paid for everything.

Bills, rent.

All she has to do is
keep herself healthy.

Just until the baby comes.

She gets paid. You get paid.

Your brother's medical
school bills vanish overnight.

And then what happened?

Jackie wants to keep the baby.

She gets an e-mail
from the father

saying he's cleaned up his act,

maybe they can be together.
And then, man, I'm desperate.

So I break in. I
just want the baby.

To give to the couple,
like we all talked about.

And then Jackie, she
wakes up, you know,

and she comes at me,
and she's got a baseball bat.

And so I take it away from her.

You know, I hit
her. I don't know.

Oh.

Where is the baby now?

Philly P.D.

Yes. Shh.

You're gonna be good at this.

Shh.

You going out?

Going to a party.

Yep. This silence would've
been really awkward

if we had slept together.

How are things with your dad?

Thanks for asking. Um...

Still going to hell, apparently.

Me too.

Hello, Dora.

Hi, Dr. Hunt.

You're busy, I figured.

I just wanted to say thank you.

No, you're very welcome,
Dora. Um, Shane is in custody.

Your crazy theory turned
out to be not so crazy.

You know, you
could be good at this.

Ever thought about specializing
in forensic pathology?

No. Um...

You know, I was actually
thinking psychiatry.

Huh? DORA: Yeah.

I wanna know what makes
people like Shane do what they do.

No cell phones.

Like mother, like daughter.

I guess so.

Stay in touch. DORA: Bye.

Bye.

Is that popcorn I smell?

Air popped. No salt.

I'm in.

With salt.

No friends tonight?
No. Just you and me.

And Robert Pattinson.

Go Team Edward. - Exactly.