Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 3, Episode 13 - Daddy Issues - full transcript

MEGAN: Previously
on Body of Proof...

I specialize in
grief counseling.

TOMMY: Two people
killed by acts of vengeance.

And the only thing those
cases have in common

is you.

Megan?

You're rather brave
to come here all alone.

Aren't I a diabolical killer?

You only kill people
you think deserve it.

You should have this.

It's my father's suicide note.



I need you to run it
through the lab. Why?

Because I don't believe
a word in that note.

My father did not kill himself.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Daddy.

I didn't want to
leave you, pumpkin.

But like I said,

this world is not for me.

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)



ETHAN: Dr. Murphy.

Didn't expect you.
Where's Megan?

That's a good question.
She's not returning any calls.

That's strange.

Especially considering she
feels she's the only ME in town.

(CLICKS)

All right, so what do
you see? (CHUCKLES)

Really? Mmm-hmm.

(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

Well, he's definitely
a John Doe,

and somebody wanted
to keep it that way.

I mean, besides the
number done on his face,

both of his hands were removed
to, uh, prevent identification.

Also, considering
the, uh, animal activity,

he's been out here
two days at least.

Any clue as to cause of death?

Single gunshot to
the upper-left chest.

But there's no blood spatter.

He wasn't killed here.
This was a body dump.

Not bad, Dr. Gross.

Thanks.

Was this a test?

Oh, come on, don't tell me
you haven't thought about

working in the field full-time.

(CHUCKLES) It doesn't suck.

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

Where are Tommy and Adam?

Adam's canvassing with CSU.

I haven't seen Tommy.

Wait. Megan and
Tommy are both MIA?

Great.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(CLICKS)

(BEEPS)

Yeah?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Good morning to you, too.

I was at the courthouse
today, ran into Judge Klein.

Oh?

He said your father's
exhumation was granted.

This is great news. How
come you didn't tell me?

I tried.

The other day, at the station. Almost
caught you before you left, but...

Oh, you saw me leaving
with Riley, didn't you?

That's why you're withholding.

Look. Megan, the ball was in
your court, you took it out of play.

Well, it didn't take you
long to find another game.

(BUZZES)

Oh, God, it's the office. You
would think I'm the only ME in town.

Listen, Tommy, this
thing with my father.

It's fine, okay?
I'm handling it.

In fact, I have a 9:00 a.m.
appointment at the cemetery.

I'll meet you there.

I just told you.
I'm... Handling it.

Right. You're not
doing this without me.

(EXHALES)

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(METAL SQUEAKS)

Sure you want to
go through with this?

Now, the image you have
in your mind of your dad,

you can still keep that intact.

Whatever's in there,

it's not him.

Megan... It's just
what he left behind.

I need to do this.

Ma'am? Yes.

(LATCH CLICKS)

(HINGES CREAK)

Okay. Thank you.

What'd you do? Come
by for a final look?

No. I came to see you.

To gloat?

Well, you got your
exhumation order.

Congratulations.

(EXHALES)

Daddy's coffin was empty.

What?

That is impossible.

You must have
opened the wrong...

I saw him. I watched
him go into the ground.

Someone came back after the
funeral and removed the body.

That is ridiculous. Why
would anybody want to do that?

To keep somebody
from discovering the truth.

That he was murdered.

That his suicide was staged.

(EXHALES)

(VOICE BREAKING) I am...

I'm sorry, Mom.

I know how difficult
this is for you.

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Sullivan?

Closed door? That can't be good.

Did you think I
wouldn't find out?

Word's reached me that
you've been using the crime lab

for personal reasons.

I just had a few people check
out the validity of a suicide note.

This wasn't personal.

For Megan Hunt. I know.

She had a feeling somebody
staged her father's suicide.

That he may have been murdered.

So you've been tying up our
resources on an off-book investigation

based on feelings?

Even I had my doubts, but
we just exhumed her father,

the coffin was empty.
Somebody stole the body.

There could be
other explanations.

Or he was murdered, and
the killer is covering his tracks.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Okay. If you think
there's something there,

then see it through.

But no more back channels, okay?

MAN: So your father used
to work here at the university?

MEGAN: He was a doctor.

Uh, May of 1977, huh?

Yes, the patient files of Dr. David
Hunt. From the campus health clinic.

University's good
at keeping records?

Oh, insanely.

The old head of the department
was here for, like, 100 years.

He was a total
organization Nazi.

(GATE CLATTERS)

So, um, this is for a
police investigation?

MEGAN: Yeah.

Like a cold case?

'Cause I devour those shows.

Um, I could really be helping
you catch a killer right now?

Could be. Wow.

Oh, here it is. Box 509-654.

Huh. Seems kind of light.

You're sure this
is the right box?

1,000%. But where are the files?

Damn it!

Wait a minute! It's
happening all over again.

Where are you
going? I'm walking.

I need some air.

Unidentified male
victim, possibly in his 60s,

both hands were
severed at the wrist.

He suffered a gunshot
wound to the upper-left chest,

which was a through-and-through.

So it's a wash on
any ballistics evidence.

At least until we find the
location where he was shot.

Which is almost impossible,
unless we have an ID.

ADAM: No hands, so no prints.

We can't run his face
through Missing Persons

because he doesn't have one.

I ran a sample of his blood to
DNA, and so far we have zip.

So if he's not in the system,

we're up a you-know-where
without a you-know-what.

You can say "paddle," Curtis.

Boy, don't...

Have you boys forgotten my
specialty? Let me take a crack at him.

I may not be able to give him
hands, but I can give him a face.

Megan?

Please, you have
nothing to fear from me. I...

(HUFFS)

It's very nice to
see you, Megan.

(CHUCKLES) No, you don't.

Don't? Don't what?

You really want me to believe
we just met here by coincidence?

(CHUCKLES) I can assure
you, this is not by my design.

I've thought about you, Megan.

I realize that,
because of our past,

you may not be inclined
to return to me for therapy.

I do tend not to take
the advice of sociopaths.

Please don't.

Don't boil me down to that.

It's demeaning.

Really?

And I'm not just a bundle
of daddy issues to you?

No.

You're so much more.

But you must admit that you are

still haunted

by the death of your father.

You want me to admit
something to you?

I will.

You got away with murder.

Two people, at least.

And I know that you had your

reasons.

I even understand those reasons.

But I don't like it.

I told you things.

Things I've never
told anyone before.

I've never betrayed
your confidence.

You helped me remember
why I don't trust people.

Because people disappoint.

They fail you.

That's your past talking, Megan.

Because you felt
abandoned by your father,

it's colored your every move.

Maybe so.

But it also taught
me to rely on myself.

And as far as my
daddy issues go,

I am taking care of those
the best way I know how.

My way.

(PAPER RUSTLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(EXHALES)

Mmm.

(CLICKS)

DAVID: Today is
April the 10th, 1970.

What's your name?

GIRL: You know my name, Daddy.

DAVID: Tell the machine, honey.

Megan Hunt.

DAVID: And how
old are you, Megan?

Five.

Okay. I'm going to ask
you some questions, okay?

For posterity.

YOUNG MEGAN: What's that mean?

DAVID: It means that, one day, we
can listen to this, when I'm old and gray.

What do you want to
be when you grow up?

YOUNG MEGAN: A bird. (LAUGHS)

DAVID: What? (LAUGHS)

You want to be a bird
when you grow up?

YOUNG MEGAN: Yup, a red
one. And I'm never gonna stop flying.

I'm thirsty. I'm gonna
get some water.

Wait, wait, honey, don't leave.

(SNIFFLES)

(CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

(RATTLING)

(CLICKS)

(RATTLES)

So this was your
father's study, huh?

Yeah.

It's also where he...

Where his body was found.

So with everything in the house
gone, what could that key possibly open?

I don't know, but if he went
to all the trouble to hide it,

must've been important.

This was his favorite room.

You know, there's
something I wanted to ask you.

What?

After my accident, after the plane
crash, you left me a voice mail, you said

I need to know something,
and then it got cut off.

Really?

Yeah. Yeah, I just played
it over and over again.

There was just
something in your voice.

I needed to know what?

Um...

I don't know. Uh,
you were missing.

I thought something
had happened to you.

We were all worried.

Oh, is that it?

Yes.

Because, you know,

if something ever
happened to you...

Tommy. Yeah?

Look.

Wow.

Never knew that was there.

It's one of the
missing medical files.

MEGAN: Who is she?

Why did your dad go to
such great lengths to hide this?

I don't know.

But I bet it got him killed.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(TOMMY EXHALES)

I've been over this
file at least 10 times,

and I still don't know why my
father kept it under lock and key.

But he was definitely Lindsay
Pratt's doctor at the university.

It's pretty obvious
she was assaulted.

Were you able to locate her? I
really want to ask her what happened.

That's not gonna be possible,
'cause Lindsay Pratt is dead.

What?

Murdered, 1977.

She was killed the day
before your father died.

It's a good thing you're sitting down,
you're not gonna believe who killed her.

Earl Brown.

Earl Brown.

Why do I know that
name? Earl Brown?

Earl Brown. Serial killer.

Remember? Killed four
other girls the same year.

And Lindsay and my father
died within a day of each other?

There's no way
that's not related.

Please don't tell me
Earl Brown's dead, too.

TOMMY: Very much alive.

Convicted in 1978.

He's serving three
consecutive life terms.

Mr. Brown?

Mr. Brown, we're hoping we
could get a few minutes of your time.

To whom am I speaking?

I'm Detective Tommy
Sullivan, from Philly PD.

This is my associate, Dr. Megan
Hunt, from the Medical Examiner's Office.

Thank you.

Warden tells us you
don't speak very much.

A testament to the quality of
the company I'm forced to keep.

We were wondering if you could
shed some light on one of your victims.

I see.

We realize it was a
long time ago, but...

I have spent half my life

in prison,

Ms. Hunt.

Memories are all I have,

and all I need.

I remember every little detail.

Who would you
like to hear about?

Teresa?

Candace?

Mary?

Donna?

(SIGHS DEEPLY) Now, Donna...

She was my favorite.

She had the sweetest
little blonde curls

on the nape of her neck.

Tell me about Lindsay Pratt.

I never had the pleasure
of meeting Ms. Pratt.

That doesn't seem possible,
seeing you murdered her.

(SIGHS)

I did not end that
girl's life, Detective.

And it upsets me that the
legal record states otherwise.

So I'm just supposed
to believe you?

(CHUCKLES) Well,

look around you, Detective.

I'm not going anywhere

for three lifetimes, at least.

Ask yourself.

Why would I lie?

(CHUCKLES)

(EXHALES)

Nice shot.

Ah. (CHUCKLES) Oh,
thank you. You're too kind.

Dr. Hunt, I'm guessing?

My office said
you'd be coming by.

Mr. Fitz. Detective.

Don't recognize you
from the trenches.

Tommy Sullivan.
Recent transplant.

Retired myself, 10 years ago.

We're here to ask you
about the Earl Brown murders.

Since you were the lead
detective on that case.

Hmm.

That's been a while.

And it's well-documented.

What could I possibly tell you

that case files and court
records haven't spelled out

in detail?

Well, the fact that Earl Brown
didn't actually kill Lindsay Pratt,

for one.

After all this time.

Why would you suddenly
believe something like that?

Uh, we're just looking into a
possible murder case from 1977,

we think it has something
to do with Ms. Pratt's death.

And Earl Brown claims that
he never met Lindsay Pratt.

(SIGHS)

Ms. Pratt was a co-ed, with a
similar victim profile to all the others.

Method of death? Asphyxiation.

Not to mention that each of
the victims had a postage stamp

affixed to their tongue.

A 13 cent stamp, by the way.

Because he said

that it was his duty to send the
girls on to their next destination.

The jury came back with a guilty
verdict without a moment of deliberation.

So,

if you're pursuing this lead on
the word of a convicted serial killer,

I'd say you're on
a fool's errand.

Whereas, myself?

I have more therapeutic
endeavors in my immediate future.

Good day.

Thanks so much.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

There you are.

We were getting worried. You
weren't answering your phone.

And here comes the big speech.

You know what? I cannot be at
your beck and call 24 hours a day.

That is asking way
too much of me.

That is not what I was gonna...

And I know I should have called,
but this thing with my father...

Yes, you've been looking
into his death, I know.

Yes, I have. And please don't
tell me it's a conflict of interest,

or it's way too
emotional for me.

Because you would be correct on
both counts. And you know what?

I don't give a damn.

And if you have a
problem with that,

(DROPS FILE) I quit.

What? Whoa. Would
you just let me talk?

You're not quitting, all right?

I was just gonna say, I know
how important this is to you.

I would want answers, too.

Oh.

So take as much
time as you need.

And if anybody has a problem with
that, you tell them they can come see me.

Okay. I will.

Thank you. Sorry.

Hey, are those the
autopsy reports?

Yeah. From all five
of Earl Brown's victims.

All five of them died
from asphyxiation,

and all five of them were found
with a postage stamp on their tongue.

But here's the thing.

The first four women
died from a combination

of smothering and
torso compression.

Burking. Sat on their
chests and suffocated them.

Right, but Lindsay
Pratt was asphyxiated

in an entirely different way.

Her jugular veins
and carotid arteries

were compressed on
both sides of her neck.

A lateral vascular
neck restraint.

Sounds like an old
police chokehold. Exactly.

Okay, and Brown's MO
with the postage stamp,

none of this information
was ever leaked to the press.

So, what if a police officer

kills Lindsay Pratt,

sticks a 13 cent postage
stamp on her tongue

to look like Earl Brown did it?

Maybe your father was the only one
who knew, that's what got him killed.

It's no wonder Glenn Fitz
wasn't very forthcoming.

He was the lead detective on
this case. He knew everything.

Or he was the killer.

TOMMY: Oh. Chief.

There you are. Been looking all
over for you. You got a minute?

Not unless you're here to tell me
that you're dropping this business

with Megan Hunt's father and
you're ready to get back to work.

It's the exact
opposite, actually.

Okay. Go on.

We're looking into David
Hunt's medical practice.

We found an old patient
file, been hidden all this time.

He had treated a young woman

who was later thought to have
been murdered by Earl Brown.

The serial killer?

Except Earl Brown
says he didn't kill her.

The Medical Examiner's
report comes back,

it says that she was killed in a different
manner than all his other victims.

A different manner, how?

They were suffocated, she was
killed with a police chokehold.

Wait a minute. You're trying
to say that you think a cop

killed that girl in 1977,
and blamed it on Brown?

I also think David
Hunt knew something,

and that's what got him killed.

Who was the lead
detective? Glenn Fitz.

I just want to question him,
officially. But I need your okay.

On one condition.

You tread very carefully.

I don't want word of possible
corruption leaking beyond these walls.

Got it.

Look at you go.

(CHUCKLES)

And that smile.

We don't get to see
that often enough.

You dig this, don't you?

Well, yeah.

This is what got
me excited about

doing this kind of
work in the first place.

Makes me wonder why I'm
so anxious to give it all up.

What, to be a
congresswoman? Mmm.

Oh, you can't help that.

It's the American way.

Everybody's always
thinking about what's next.

What about you? Do you
subscribe to that theory?

Mmm-mmm.

I'll be right here until I crawl
into a morgue drawer myself,

and wake up in
heaven. (CHUCKLES)

Really?

It's all I ever wanted to do.

And I'm doing it.

Even when y'all drive me crazy.

I'm loving every minute of it.

And if you tell anybody I said
that, I'll sprinkle hemlock in your tea.

Oh.

Don't think I won't.

(LAUGHS)

You're in good hands, Mr. Doe.

Okay, here's the thing. I know
you want a crack at him, Megan,

but you're gonna have to
let me fly solo on this one.

What?

This guy may have
killed my father. May have.

Now, I know how
to talk to these guys.

You want to nail him?
Trust me. (SCOFFS)

(EXHALES)

How you doing, Mr. Fitz? I
know your time is valuable.

Just wanted to continue our discussion
in light of some new information.

Just say your piece.

Okay.

Dr. Hunt reviewed the autopsy
reports from each one of Brown's victims.

You said there was only one
cause of death for each case?

Asphyxiation.

Well, she found
two modes of death.

Four of them died from burking,

Lindsay died from an
outdated police chokehold.

Close enough.

Yeah, you see, that's
what I find hard to believe.

Somebody with your
knowledge, your experience.

Why would you blanket two modes
of death under the same signature?

Earl Brown is
guilty. Believe me.

You ever heard of
the name David Hunt?

No.

He was a doctor who treated Lindsay
for some injuries after she got beat up.

See, I'm thinking she was afraid
to report her assailant to the police,

because it was actually a cop.

By the end of the week,
both of them are dead.

Well, that's a pretty wild
theory you've concocted there.

And just how do I factor in?

You were the closest
one to the investigation.

So you had Earl Brown
on four counts of homicide.

So why throw the
other murder in there?

I see where this is going,
and I don't like it one bit.

Let me tell you something.

I was a great cop, twice
the cop you're ever gonna be.

Decades of protecting this
city, and this is the thanks I get?

You feel the need to get
in touch with me again,

you do it through my lawyer.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

You are not squirming out of
it this time. (SLAMS DOOR)

So, what? Lindsay
was your girlfriend?

She threatened to tell your
wife, and you punched her?

Little jab in the ribs, and then
you what, had to finish her off?

You know, I don't know who
the hell you think you are, lady,

but you better shut up.

Oh, yeah? Or what?

You're gonna shut me up?

Just like you did Lindsay?

Or like you did my father?

Okay. Megan, let's go.

You are going to
pay for what you did!

I told you to let
me handle this.

He killed my father!
I know it was him!

We don't know that, Megan.

And now, by you
busting in there,

you basically just laid
out our whole theory.

Now he knows exactly what we're
thinking, and how to counteract it!

You were too soft on him.

Megan, it's just an
interrogation tactic!

Oh!

So what? So what? That is it?

No, it's not it. I got a call
in to his former partner.

I'll start with him. I'll talk with
him, I'll see what he knows.

Fitz is the guy. We had him.

Megan, we need evidence,
or he's gonna walk.

No. No, he won't.

Where you going?
Megan. (DOOR OPENS)

You got me. This time,
it's not coincidence.

MEGAN: Wow.

Cornering me in the police
station? That is bold, even for you.

Well, I've got nothing to hide.

What do you want?

To talk.

I was bothered by
something you said yesterday.

You said you were going to
deal with things in your own way.

And I got to thinking.

So I did a little homework.

You no longer believe your
father committed suicide, do you?

You believe he was murdered.

Do you have any idea who
the killer may have been?

But justice has proven
elusive, hasn't it?

Even for you.

For now.

I know what you believe.

If you could just find the person
who took your father from you,

then that deep fissure in your
heart will somehow be mended.

But I can assure you,

even if that moment comes,

the fissure will remain.

Because what punishment

can possibly be fitting enough

for the one who
inexcusably robbed you

of what was so dear?

There's only one
just punishment.

Only one

possible

outcome suitable

for a taker of lives.

It's not gonna bring
my father back.

Did it bring your wife back?

Did it mend the
fissure (CHUCKLES)

deep in your heart?

It most certainly did.

I'd like to help you, Megan.

Let me help you.

(HUFFS)

No.

No.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

I need to do this my
way. The legal way.

You do understand me?

(HUFFS)

Very well, then.

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(COUGHS)

(DOG BARKING)

(LEAVES RUSTLE)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(GUNSHOT)

Oh, God!

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOT) Oh!

(PANTS)

(GROANS)

Talk to me, Daddy. Talk to me.

What did you know?

What did you see?

Megan. How's it going?

Oh, hey.

That bad, huh?

Uh... (CHUCKLES)

Anything I can do?
No, I'm fine. Thanks.

Wait!

Who's this guy?

Oh, it's for the case I'm working.
A John Doe, found in the park.

I reconstructed his face. I'm
hoping it'll help us get an ID.

What happened to him?

He was shot in the chest,
and both hands severed.

About three days ago. Why?

(PAPERS RUSTLE)

Look at that photo.
The guy on the left.

One of the homicide detectives.

That photo was taken in 1977.

Now look at your drawing.

Whoa. Look at the similarities.

That heavy eyebrow ridge,
the cheekbones, the diastema.

That is the same
guy, 35 years later.

That has to be (PAPERS RUSTLE)

Glenn Fitz's former partner.

Wilcox.

Arthur Wilcox.

Wilcox. So, what does that mean?

What does it mean?
It means everything.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Oh, damn it!

Has anyone seen Tommy Sullivan?

Chief Martin.

Dr. Hunt?

I know that Tommy apprised
you of the Glenn Fitz situation.

I can now prove
that he was involved.

Three days ago, there was a
new murder. All part of the cover-up.

Okay, I'm all ears.

(SIGHS) Well, it's all
back at my office. But...

Would you mind? I would
really like to move on this.

All right.

Do you know the
name Arthur Wilcox?

Of course. He's been
around since I was a rookie.

Retired a few years ago.

He was Glenn Fitz's
partner in the late '70s.

And he was just shot to death.

What? He was?

Probably because he kept
a secret for the last 35 years.

That Fitz not only killed a
young girl, but also my father.

That's quite a claim.

And you've got hard evidence
linking Fitz to the murders?

Not yet. But I will.

I promise.

Got to hand it to you,
Dr. Hunt. You just don't give up.

(THUNDERCLAP) Unfortunately,

that's also going
to get you killed.

What are we doing?

Why'd you make me come here?

I've kept my eye
on your progress

ever since you had your
father's suicide note examined.

I just never thought
you'd get this far.

I still don't understand. What
do you have to do with my father?

You don't need to know.

No, I deserve to know.

I was a rookie patrol officer.

Had this boyfriend I
worshipped. Except he left me.

For Lindsay Pratt.

One night, I attacked her.

Told her to stay away from
him. But she wouldn't do it. So...

I paid her another visit.

The situation got out of hand.

Yeah, you strangled her.

Then I called Arthur
Wilcox, I told him everything.

(EXHALES)

He was a friend of the family.

Instead of arresting me, he told
me how this could all go away.

Right.

Stick a 13 cent
stamp on her tongue.

Make it look like the
work of a serial killer.

I just had to get rid
of the loose ends.

That's when I found out she
went to your father for treatment.

I was afraid she told
him who attacked her.

You forced him to write
his own suicide note.

You shot him.

And then you dug him up out
of the ground, like an animal.

All I ever wanted to be was a
cop. The thought of losing that...

What about losing a daughter,
like Lindsay's parents?

A father?

You destroyed my family!

And I've spent the last 35
years trying to atone for that.

Screw you!

You can justify
this all you want,

you're nothing but
a cold-blooded killer.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't
have had to kill Wilcox and Fitz.

If you didn't have this compulsion
to keep digging up the past.

You killed Fitz?

He never suspected
anything back then.

Until you questioned him.

Then he called me, said
something wasn't right.

I've come too far
to go back now.

You are my last loose end.

Megan Hunt.

Just couldn't get
over her father's death.

So she's decided
to repeat history.

(CRYING) Please. Don't do this.

I have a daughter.

For an intelligent woman, you
still don't seem to get it, do you?

I have to. (GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

(THUDS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(EXHALES)

Thank you.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

TOMMY: Megan.

God, I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

Who was it?

Do you know who saved your life?

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Philly PD!

(DOOR OPENS) TOMMY: All right.

No, he's long gone.

(LOCK CLICKS)

(CRYING)

Oh.

Megan. (SNIFFLES)

Oh.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey. Sorry, I know it's late.

Not at all. Come on in.

Um, thank you for everything.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

How do you feel?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I can't even begin to
answer that question.

I don't know that I ever will.

(EXHALES)

I do know one thing, though.

I've spent most of my life

allowing my past
to rule my present.

Everything with my father, yeah,

but also with you, too.

And I've held the past against
you for way too long, Tommy.

It's just not fair.

(INHALES)

(VOICE BREAKING) You're not
the man that you were 20 years ago.

And ever since you've been here,

you've been showing me
that over and over again.

I don't even know why
you've put up with me.

I don't.

Megan. (SIGHS) Yeah?

You're worth it.