Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 3, Episode 5 - Eye for an Eye - full transcript

(BUZZING)

(JANGLES KEY)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GRUNTS)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Clicking those heels
could only mean one thing.

No place like home?

That's where he'd rather be.



Your MI already identified him
as Freddie Delgado.

One hole in the windshield,
one hole in his head,

easy math.

He's got tats. Gangbanger, he's a 26er.

I don't think it was a gang hit, though.

They're usually much more
out in the open. Kind of a show of force.

What in the hell is this?

There's more where that came from.

ADAM: Tommy.

CSU's got the trajectory.

Shooter was standing here.

Clean shot, boom.

And look here.

Sunflower seeds.



Shooter was probably chewing them
while waiting for Delgado to show.

Killer was lying in wait.

This was premeditated.

Hello, Mother.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Well, I have some news,
and I wanted to tell you in person.

What's that?

I'm selling the house.

I didn't even know it was on the market.

It wasn't.

A realtor came by with a cash offer
from an interested buyer,

and it was a very generous one.

You've had that house for 40 years.

You get one offer
and you're just gonna...

What? Take a chance
to finally move on with my life?

Okay. I just don't know
how I feel about this.

Well, you never really come by.

So if you expect me
to live out my days in a time capsule

just because it holds ancient memories,
you're mistaken.

Could you just take some time
to think about it?

I did, and it's done.

Escrow's going to close very soon,
so if you have anything at the house,

you should probably come by
and get it out as soon as possible.

I'll leave you to do your work.

Move, please.

- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.

That's a whole lot of something.

If you must know,
my mother is selling the house.

What house?

Oh, the "house" house.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, yeah, I remember that place.

Well, some of it.

The shower, kitchen counter, mud room.

ETHAN: Ugh.

I'm gonna do my best
to un-remember that.

Okay, we have some bruising,

minor lacerations
on the process of healing.

He might have been in a fight
24 to 48 hours ago.

So, I've got some info
on our friend, Freddie, here.

He was a recent jailbird.

He shot and killed a 6-year-old girl
during a robbery.

He was released just last week.

That's the same girl whose photos
we found in Freddie's car.

Why was he released early?

Well, a mistrial was called

because the prosecution
improperly admitted evidence.

Oh. That's a major miss.

So the murderer got to walk.

- Not for long.
- After the ruling,

the girl's father jumped over
the partition, tried to attack Freddie.

Said he was going to kill him.

Maybe he made good on his threat.

Yes, that's my daughter. That's Emily.

We're very sorry for your loss,
Mr. Winters.

Where did you get this?

We found multiple copies inside
Freddie Delgado's car.

He was shot and killed this morning.

Well, what a shame.

ADAM: You know,

it's, um...

It's no secret that you tried
to attack him in court, Mr. Winters.

No surprise you'd be angry with him.

Do you have any idea
why he'd have these photos?

Yeah, I had been following him,

leaving copies where
I know he'd find them,

so he wouldn't forget my baby girl
or what he did.

You didn't happen to follow him to
a parking garage this morning, did you?

Decide to take a little revenge?

The day Freddie Delgado
shot my daughter,

he actually took two lives.

Parents aren't supposed
to outlive their children,

it's not the natural order.

I was supposed to watch Emily grow up.

So, besides taking Emily,

he actually took my future.

And was I angry with him?

Yeah, beyond reason.

Did I wish him dead? Many, many times.

But did I take revenge?

No.

Not today.

I'll be right back.

- What's going on? He's walking?
- Not enough to hold him.

Oh, hey.

DNA evidence came back
on the sunflower seeds,

no match to him
or anybody in the system.

Plus, his alibi checked out.

- WOMAN: Excuse me, Mr. Winters.
- Yes?

I understand you were brought in
for questioning

on the Freddie Delgado murder.

Yes.

Mr. Delgado shot
and killed your daughter,

yet he walked free and clear,

only to be shot dead himself,
just this morning.

Care to give us your thoughts
on the matter?

Uh...

My daughter was taken by a monster

who showed no repentance
for what he did.

And, today, he got what he deserved.

I didn't kill him, but I wish I had.

I should have stood up for my daughter.

Mr. Winters, are you saying
you advocate vigilante justice?

Call it whatever you want.

But people have to pay
for their actions, one way or another.

An eye for an eye.

Sure, people say that getting payback
doesn't make you feel any better,

but, I'll tell you one thing, they're lying.

It does.

That was Paul Winters, speaking out
on the Freddie Delgado murder.

So much for the grieving father, huh?

He just laid down a call to arms.

Eat up. It's gonna be a long day.

... whereas I express nothing
but my deepest condolences

for the loss that
Mr. Winters has suffered.

I cannot, however, echo his sentiments.

- Over here.
- Ow! Ow!

Vigilante justice will not be tolerated
in any form.

PAUL: Call it whatever you want.

But people have to pay
for their actions, one way or another.

ADAM: So I was just at the lab.

What's all this about? Why is it so busy?

You have Paul Winters to thank for this.
His "eye for an eye" speech went viral.

Wow. So people are just getting back
against anyone who's wronged them?

A lot of wounded people out there
just looking for a reason to go off.

Twenty-six calls so far.
Thankfully, no homicides yet.

Maybe I should rough up my landlord.

He's been pretty damn slow
to fix my toilet.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, anything on Delgado's shooter?

Uh, no, the projectile Megan recovered
from his head

was too damaged to run through IBIS.

I'm gonna double-check Paul's alibi,
run through his financials.

If he's not the killer, I don't know,

maybe he hired someone to do it for him.

Sounds good.

I'm going to go see the victim's widow.

This guy was no saint.

Maybe something from his past
came back to haunt him.

We got to nip this in the bud, quick.

- Mrs. Delgado?
- Yeah.

I'm Detective Sullivan
from Philadelphia PD.

This is Dr. Hunt from
the Medical Examiner's Office.

Could we talk to you for a minute?

"What's it like being married
to a child killer?"

Hey.

Mrs. Delgado, we're very sorry
about your husband.

We're trying to determine who shot him,

but we couldn't help
but notice his gang tattoos.

That's old ink.

He gave all that up
when Horacio was born.

Freddie wanted a better life for him.

But ain't nobody hiring
a high school dropout with a record.

But babies still need formula, right?

Is that why he robbed that supermarket?

He didn't mean for nobody
to get hurt, okay?

And if that one bullet
hadn't gotten away from him...

It tore Freddie up inside.

Not enough for him to plead guilty.

Where did this come from?

That girl's dad came by the day before
yesterday, shoved it under the door.

Freddie caught him
and he tried to apologize,

but that guy went crazy,

I mean, like, totally out of his mind.

Freddie, he just stood there,
I mean, he didn't even fight back.

Like, how could he?

Now he's gone, and we're alone,
and the world just keeps turning.

We're going to find out who did this.

Yeah.

Whatever.

Paul didn't say anything about going
to the victim's house.

Yeah, or attacking him again.

I checked out Mr. Eye for an Eye's alibi.

Any holes?

No, the opposite, actually.

I got time-stamped security footage of
him at a food court at Westbrook Mall.

He was there at the time of the shooting.

So Paul couldn't have done it.
Could he have hired somebody?

Not unless hit men do pro bono work.

After Paul's daughter was killed,
he got a divorce, he lost his job.

(HUFFS) You know, he doesn't
have two dimes to rub together.

We're at a dead end.

So, we let it be. Karma killed him.

You know what? Honestly,
I'm not gonna lose any sleep over it.

MEGAN: What's going on with you?

You don't like the victim,
so you stop doing your job?

- Hi. Come on in.
- Hi, Grandma.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, Megan.

- Yeah.
- I'm excited for you.

I was thinking maybe you can
move downtown and be closer to us.

Oh, I would love that. I would love it.

(KISSES) You're such a doll.

Well, Megan, I'll be selling
most of the furniture and the decor,

so feel free to take anything
of sentimental value.

Mmm. Sentimental value? Lmagine that.

I used to come up here
when I was your age,

to get lost.

(CHUCKLES)

Here it is.

- Wow. Was this yours?
- Mmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, look!

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

Quarter.

I put the stitches in that tiger.

- Always a doctor.
- Mmm-hmm.

Is that Grandpa?

What was he like?

He was funny.

He liked to dance.

He was a little sad.

Mom, what is it?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

JOAN: Please put that down.

Mom,

this is Daddy's stuff.
You told me you got rid of everything.

It doesn't belong to you.

(STAMMERING) Just put it down.

Or what?

I might actually feel something?

(SIGHS)

When Daddy died,
it's like you erased him.

I guess, if he never existed,

then he never shot himself
in the head, right?

Megan, this isn't the time.

It's never the time!

For 35 years, it has not been the time.

Now you're selling the house,

and all that's left of him
is in this little box.

You want to get rid of this, too?

I don't want to talk about this.

I do.

- Close that box.
- No.

Megan!

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

For God's sake.

(SIGHS)

What?

I'll be there.

Come on.

TOMMY: Fancy meeting you here.

What have you got?

Wow. Okay.

Victim is Lori Keyser,
34 years old, she's a local.

This is a halfway house.

She's been here for three weeks
since she got out of prison.

For doing what?

She did five years of a 30-year term
for killing her ex-boyfriend.

She threw acid in his face.

And now she's had acid
thrown in her face.

An eye for an eye.

Looks like we've got another
vigilante murder on our hands.

We're in uncertain times,
and in times like this,

we want to know that someone
is looking out for our interests,

not the interests of lobbyists pocketing...

Damn.

Damn it. Lining the pockets...

- Do you have to do that?
- I'm sorry.

I thought you were already giving a
statement on the new vigilante murder,

but it sounded more like a speech.

And not a very good one.

Are you announcing your candidacy?

Tomorrow.

Wow. That's big.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, because, for one thing, you've
accused me of having divided focus,

and I don't want that again.

Ah.

So you've been burning the candle
at both ends

and it's weighing on you.

(CHUCKLES) No, I'm fine.

If that were so,
you wouldn't be wearing your BDB.

- My what?
- Bottom drawer blouse.

The one you've got on
is much too last season for you.

That, and the fact
that you're wearing the same pants

and shoes as you did yesterday,

can mean only one thing,

that you slept on the couch last night,
pulled out your BDB, freshened up,

thought nobody would be the wiser.

Do you have an "off' switch?

No.

(EXHALES) I really do
hate you sometimes.

Mmm.

Okay, yes, it's weighing on me.

Did you need something?

Yeah, uh, Tommy and Adam are here,

I thought you might want to be
apprised of the latest vigilante murder,

but never mind.

No, I do. I do.

No. No.

You work on your speech.
I got this covered.

(SIGHS)

Okay, let's all get on
the same page here.

Lori Keyser's cause of death
was acute respiratory failure,

due to inhalation of acid vapor.

Delicate way to put it. That was nasty.

Curtis is rushing her tissue to the lab
to see if we can type the acid.

ADAM: And it was
an obvious case of revenge.

Seven years ago,

Lori threw acid in her ex-boyfriend's face

after he got married to another woman.

She was convicted
of first degree murder.

How did she get out after five years?

Commuted sentence,
prison overcrowding.

Sign of the times.

Are you going to try
to solve this one, Tommy?

Or is Lori too unlikeable for you?

I've dated worse, as you know.

So the next question, obviously, is
who would want to get back at Lori?

How about the wife
of the man that she killed?

Already looked it up. Since remarried.

- Her name is Susan Hart.
- All right.

Oh, do you want to drive, or...

Thank you. Thank you very much.

MAN: Why don't you give me a call
next week, and, um, we can see...

TOMMY: How are you doing?

Detective Sullivan, Philadelphia PD.

Mrs. Hart, your husband said
you would be here.

Can we talk to you for a moment?
Sorry about the intrusion.

Uh...

(STAMMERING) Okay,
what's this about?

Oh, Lori Keyser.

She was murdered last night.

I'm sorry. Murdered?

MAN: Uh, Susan,

would you, um, would you...
Would you like to use my office?

Yeah, thanks.

- Um, please.
- Thank you.

And you are...

Megan Hunt. Medical Examiner.

Trent Marsh.

(DOOR CLOSES)

That's a...

That's a very effective book.

Did you lose someone to suicide?

I was wondering whether Susan's mood
was any different today.

(CHUCKLES)

You know I can't answer
any questions about a patient.

But a valiant attempt to change
the subject away from yourself.

(CHUCKLES)

I thought that was supposed
to be my job.

And are you good at it, your job?

I'd like to think so.

I'm sorry, I just... I'm... I'm having a hard
time processing what you're telling me.

Lori Keyser was killed.

And with acid?

This killing could be seen
as poetic justice.

And, of course, you suspect me.

Oh, my God, I...

Lori was a disturbed woman.

I could never do anything like that.

Your new husband doesn't seem
to think you've gotten over your loss.

Bill doesn't understand me.

Not at all.

As if I could just forget and move on.

Jeffrey's murder split my life
in two parts,

into a before and after.

And all the things I've done
since that day to pass the time,

my job, my hobbies,

my current marriage,

are just distractions.

But necessary ones.

Because without them,
honestly, I don't know what I'd do.

What happened
to your hand, Mrs. Hart?

Um...

I burned myself this morning.
I was cooking breakfast.

I specialize in grief counseling.

And though the loss of a loved one
is extremely difficult,

in any case,

survivors of suicide tend to have
the most difficult grief journey.

Those who lose someone to homicide
have a target for their anger,

the person who took
their loved one out of the world.

But with suicide, the target of your anger

is the same person
you're also mourning.

If you don't mind me asking,
who did you lose?

(HUFFS) I really should get back
to my colleagues.

Megan, you don't need
to run away from this.

It's Dr. Hunt.

(DOOR OPENS)

TOMMY: Let's go.

She's coming with us.
Nice office. Thanks.

Absolutely. Um, please...

Please, take it.

And if you ever need to talk,
here's my card.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hi.

I'm sorry about before.

You made me realize it's time.

You should have this.

You know, I never told you before,

but when people used to ask me
about your father,

I told them he had a heart attack.

I was so afraid of what they would think.

I blamed myself.

For not seeing the signs.

For not realizing that he was in pain.

And for not being a good enough wife
to make him want to stay alive.

I would have been there for you.

If you'd let me.

You were 12, Megan.

It's a mother's job to shield
her children from pain, not dwell on it.

That's why I took everything
out of the house.

You know, I just thought that...

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I only wanted to protect you.

What is... What is this? A suicide note?

(STAMMERING) How is that...
The police never found one.

That's because I found it first.

And, what, you just... You kept this?
You hid this all these years?

The deed was done.
I was ashamed, all right?

Why do you keep questioning me

about something that happened
a lifetime ago?

The coward killed himself, Megan!

What if he didn't?

Oh, please. Not that conversation again.

I know that your precious father
can do no wrong in your eyes.

How could he?

He hasn't had 35 years to become
the disappointment to you

that I obviously have.

Why now?
Why are you showing this to me now?

Because I think you should stop
living under the assumption

that there's an answer to every question.

Why did he do it? I don't know.

But give it up, Megan. I did.

No. Never.

CURTIS: It's almost lunchtime.

Where the hell you been?

Everyone and their mama
calling my line.

Oh, I knew I should have taken
a personal day.

You don't take personal days,
remember?

I got an update on your murder victim,
Lori Keyser.

She was doused with hydrofluoric acid.

Our suspect Susan Hart
had a burn on her arm. Same acid?

No, ma'am.
Susan was burned with cooking oil.

She was telling the truth.

Her alibi checks out, too.

Great. Another dead end.

Well, PD's widening their search grid
around the crime scene,

looking for any container of that acid.

Lacey?

Why are you...

We were supposed to go to lunch.

What, did you forget?

No, I did not.

CURTIS: No, ma'am. I don't.

Hold on.

Now, where are you going?
You just got here.

Guess I'm taking that
personal day after all.

Why don't everybody just go home?

Bye, Lace.

Did you make up with Grandma yet?

We don't make up, honey. We endure.

I know things with you two
can get complicated.

(SETS UTENSILS DOWN)

I know you're mad at Grandma because
she never talks about Grandpa.

But you don't talk about him, either.

(CHUCKLES) Yes, I do.

Well, it's been a long time
and he's not around,

but I think about him. I do.

Mom, when I was kidnapped,
you had me start seeing that therapist.

She's really helped me a lot.

What about you?

I mean, maybe you
could see someone, too,

and talk about all your stuff.

(HUFFS) My stuff!

Maybe if you get
to know yourself a little better,

it would help me get
to know you better, too.

What?

Fine, my therapist told me to say that.

I'm shocked.

You talk to your therapist about me,
your own mother?

Maybe just a little.

Mmm-hmm.

I have to go to the restroom.

Yeah, quick escape.

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

This is a safe place, Megan. Just relax.

So, how does this work? What do I...

Whatever makes you comfortable.

I'm not lying down.

(CHUCKLES) All right.

Why don't we start by just telling me
what you remember about the incident,

when you lost someone?

(SIGHS)

Okay.

Um...

I was 12.

I was, um, walking home from school

(INHALES DEEPLY)

By myself, as usual.

It was hot that day, unseasonably so.

And I was walking towards my house.
I saw lights.

There were police cars.

And I walked towards the porch,
this policeman came up to me,

told me my mother wasn't home.

Then he just kind of looked at me
and said, "Your father is dead."

And I sat on the porch
for, um, 40 minutes by myself,

wondering who was going to

water the plants
that were right by the front door.

Because that was my father's job.
He always took care of them.

(CHUCKLES) And who was gonna
water them now?

(CHUCKLES) I know,
it sounds really stupid, but...

No.

No, it's never stupid.

There's no right way to deal with loss.

And, as I mentioned,

suicide bereavement can be
one of the toughest to deal with.

For one, survivors tend
to feel a lot more guilt.

Did you?

(VOICE BREAKING) I thought
that he was mad at me.

That I was bad.

Why else would he do it?
Why else would he leave me alone?

The trouble is most suicide victims
rarely offer up a true motive.

Did he leave a note?

I think that, um,
I should get back to work.

- No, Megan...
- I'm sorry.

We've only just begun, Megan.

MEGAN: Hey.

Thought you had a personal day today.

I just saw Paul Winters.

What? Our shooting suspect? Where?

I was at the therapist's office again.

- The same...
- Don't ask why.

And he was waiting in the office.
He's a patient.

So, the same therapist
who's been treating Susan Hart?

It's not a coincidence.

Both of our cases, they got to be linked.

Yeah, but there's no evidence they got
vengeance on their loved ones' killers.

No, but what if they killed
for each other?

We've got two murders, two suspects,

both of them have airtight alibis.

And they're seeing the same therapist.

Maybe they bonded over their grief
in the waiting room.

So they do a little crisscross
to get revenge.

Like Strangers on a Train.

Kill for each other, no one suspects you.
It's the perfect crime.

Not if we can prove conspiracy.

We just link them up
to each other's murders.

The lab's working on overdrive.

They're trying to match
the sunflower seeds

from the shooting scene to Susan.

What about the acid crime scene?

CSU found a plastic bottle about five
blocks away from that halfway house

with hydrofluoric acid inside.

So they're running the bottle
for prints and DNA

with the hope that
they can match it to Paul.

Yeah, but look at them.
They look hardly capable of murder.

Under the influence of grief,
anything's possible.

Ugh.

Great.

Now you're saying I've killed
some woman I've never even met?

Well, that would be the point,
wouldn't it?

You kill for Susan Hart, she kills for you?

Susan who? This is crazy!

Paul, Paul.

I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

And you've been through enough,
haven't you?

You're right. I have.

I'm not saying another word.
Not till you get me a lawyer.

SUSAN: (CRYING) No.

No, I only know who Paul Winters
is because I saw him on TV, I swear.

Susan, I know you don't think that
anybody can possibly understand

all the emotions that
you're going through right now,

since your husband
was taken away from you.

But I want you to know that I do.
More than you know.

And I can understand why you'd want
his killer to pay for what she did.

No. Please stop talking about it.
Just stop.

Susan, did you kill Freddie Delgado?

No! I don't know who he is!

I don't know him.

Please stop.

Susan's not talking.

Yeah, well, Paul lawyered up.

If they think we're on to them,
that's their last recourse.

They can't admit to knowing each other.

She's about to crack, look at her.
I just need some more time.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah. Detective Lucas.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, that can't be.
Can you check it out again, please?

- Okay. Thank you.
- (BEEP)

Well, that was the lab.
Everything's a bust.

What's going on?

DNA from both crime scenes came back,

no matches to Paul or Susan,
they didn't kill each other's targets.

Great, that's all we had.
We're back to square one.

Not quite, you won't believe why.

Both DNA profiles, they're identical.

Wait a minute, the same person
killed both victims?

The only thing connecting both crimes
is that therapist.

(SIGHS)

Dr. Trent Marsh.

Dr. Marsh, our shrink,
has quite the background.

Ten years ago, his wife
was murdered in their own house.

MEGAN: Was he a suspect?

Naturally, as the husband.
But he was ruled out early on

'cause Homicide had one guy in mind,

Nathan Jarvis, ex-con, who had done
some time for sexual assault.

Was he charged?

Detained.
Released due to a lack of evidence.

So this case was never solved?

(SIGHS)

A year later, Marsh went back to school.
Got his PhD in clinical psychology.

Opened his own practice

specializing in bereavement counseling.

This guy has been immersed in grief
for the last 10 years.

I mean, it's only natural he'd go off
the deep end. But why now?

Maybe he wants to give
Paul and Susan some kind of closure.

Adam went to our off-site storage facility
to dig up the file from the wife's murder.

DNA reference samples
got to include Marsh at that time.

As soon as we match his profile
to our two crime scenes, we got him.

And you really went to this guy
for therapy?

What'd you tell him?

(SIGHS) Enough.

Now we make him talk.

Thanks for coming down
to the station, Dr. Marsh.

I was hoping you could shed some light

on a couple of open investigations
I have going right now.

Certainly.

Two people killed by acts of vengeance.

Both of them killed
in the exact same way

that they killed someone else.

- I see.
- Yeah.

My prime suspects
are both patients of yours.

Paul Winters and Susan Hart.

That's, uh...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

That's troublesome.

Well, as you know,
doctor-patient confidentiality

would normally preclude me
from talking about my clients,

but under the circumstances...

When I counsel survivors of homicide,

I do have them focus their anger

towards whoever's responsible
for the loss of their loved ones.

Just so they can get
to a place of forgiveness,

in order to allow the healing to begin.

I just hope
that I'm not in some way responsible.

I think you are. Not for the same reason.

But Paul and Susan, they're innocent.
They haven't killed anybody.

But one person did. And the only thing
those cases have in common

is you.

So you're leaping to the conclusion
that I must have done it.

(CHUCKLES) Have you deduced what
my possible motive could be, as well?

TOMMY: There's your history.

And your wife was murdered.
The killer was never caught.

Meaning what? I'm dissociating?

Murdering others to feed my desire

for closure
that I haven't been able to attain.

I like that.

Well, now you're really thinking.

(LAUGHS)

Look, it's true, my wife

does remain unspoken for, like so many.

Think of all the families
shattered every minute

because of someone else's
selfish, homicidal whim.

The ripple effects of that single act

psychologically damaging
possible generations to follow.

And yet, so many of those killers
walk free.

From a lack of evidence.

Because of red tape. Technicalities.

We try.

You fail.

And you sought to rectify that.

Kill the killers yourself.
Make sure justice was served.

(CHUCKLES) See? Again.
You try, you fail.

Wasting your time accusing me.

Look, I'm happy to go through
the motions if it'll justify your paycheck.

Search my house, take my prints, my
DNA, whatever it is you do nowadays.

I'm not a murderer, Detective.

And even if I were,
I'm sure you couldn't prove it anyway.

Tommy?

Please tell me you got something
to nail this guy.

Trent's DNA doesn't match the DNA
from our crime scenes.

- You're kidding me.
- What?

No. But here's
the really messed-up part.

When CSU was typing the DNA
from the old case,

another sample popped up.

Nathan Jarvis.

That's the prime suspect
in the murder of Trent's wife.

Seems impossible, I know.
But then it hit me.

So I looked up Jarvis. And guess what,

a year ago, he went missing.
And was never found.

It's him. I know it. He's behind it.

Trent killed Jarvis. He puts
Jarvis' DNA at his murder scenes.

The seeds, the acid container,
all he has to do

is put them in contact with Jarvis' body
to get his epithelials on them.

One big "screw you" to Philly's finest.

MEGAN: Yeah, guess what? It worked.

(HUFFS)

He's getting away with murder.

And I promise that I will represent
the priorities and values

of this great city, while cutting
through the partisan paralysis

that's choking Washington.

All I'm asking
is that you give me that chance.

I won't let you down. Thank you.

You looked pretty great up there.

Oh, Dan.

Auspicious start to your campaign.

Presented your platform,
thanked the right people

and made all the right promises.

I'm surprised you weren't there.
To watch over your investment.

I would've been, believe me.
But the day job called.

You've been apprised
of the Trent Marsh case?

Disturbing.

Well, he just walked.

How is that possible?

There wasn't a shred of hard evidence
connecting him to either murder.

We couldn't make a case against him.

Look, we know he killed those people.

But there's absolutely nothing
we can do about it.

I really don't want to believe that.

Neither do I. But, unfortunately,

in my office, we don't practice justice,
Kate. We practice law.

Megan? What a lovely surprise!

Did you want
to make another appointment?

This is yours. I don't want it.

You're rather brave
to come here all alone.

Aren't I a diabolical killer?

You only kill people you think deserve it.

Mmm.

I'm very sorry

about what happened to your wife.

I deal with the bereaved
in my line of work all the time.

And I never get used to it.

Seeing people
on the worst day of their lives.

Grief is messy. It's raw.

Makes people do unimaginable things.

Do you really think
that by identifying with me,

you'll trick me into some sort
of admission?

No. You're way too smart for that.
I came as a warning.

A warning?

You may think
you've helped your clients

by giving them some kind of closure.

What about your victims?

What about the loved ones
they've left behind?

Aren't they gonna want closure?

Seek revenge?

What if they find out what you've done?

Is that some sort of threat?

If you wanna see it like that.

When it's my time, it's my time.

And until then,

I have a lot more patients
that could do with my help.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

You're sicker than any of them.

Oh, you don't really mean that, do you?

I wish I could spend some more time
with you, Megan.

I'd really love to chat about your daddy.

Any chance I'll be seeing you again?

Eventually, everyone does.

Don't you ever go home?

Don't you?

Needed a breather.
Marsh got a little under my skin.

Sociopaths tend to do that.

He's your therapist.

So you ready to tell me
why you went to see him?

What's this?

A favor.

"I have a heavy heart
because of what I need to do.

"To those who will read this,
I am truly sorry.

"But this world is not for me."

It's my father's suicide note.

Which my mother has kept hidden
for 35 years.

No wonder you've been
in such a weird head space.

Megan, I am so sorry.

I need you to run it through the lab.

Prints, DNA, handwriting analysis,
the works.

You know I'm not supposed to tie up
the lab with personal use.

Which means we can't tell a soul.

But just one question.

Why?

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

My father did not kill himself.

I know it.