Forever (2014–2015): Season 1, Episode 21 - The Night in Question - full transcript

Henry, look at us.

We're ridiculous.

A ridiculous love story.

This is the last time I heard from her.

It was a week after she disappeared.

She only wanted time
to think, to be alone.

I'm sorry, but I don't
think she wants to be found.

Should have known mom would
be living under an alias.

Sylvia Blake?

And I should have known

she'd combine the names
of our favorite poets.



To think that she lived
so close all these years.

All these years?

Dad, she was in her 70s when she left.

And?

Well, that might not seem so
old to you, but to us mortals...

Yes. You're right.

Chances are she died years ago.

Certainly beats the alternative
that she simply forgot about us.

Come on. That's
not the mom I remember.

Why don't we go to her last address

and see who else might remember?

Yes.

I'll drive.

Unh! I'm not letting you
get anywhere near my car.



Sorry, dad, but I'm mortal.

75 bucks for lessons.

And... and that's not including

the lift tickets, the
ski rental, the food?

I'm the one taking
them skiing, remember?

But can't we at least try to
love them on a budget, Karen?

Hello?

You there?

That was... amazing.

Seriously, why are you here?

I thought you and Isaac were in Paris.

That fell through.

What, the trip or the relationship?

Both.

Sorry to hear it.

Thanks. Sorry for me.

Look, Jo, the only
reason I took time off

is 'cause you were gonna be gone.

I don't want to get stuck here
partnered up with these bozos.

It's a family ski trip.
Just go have a good time.

Henry and I will hold down the fort.

You didn't hear?

Gone? Where did he go?

I don't know.

Big guy said he needed
a few personal days.

I don't blame him.

Did he say why?

Look, just because I'm
now Henry's best friend

doesn't mean I know everything.

Lucas, what are you not telling me?

Henry didn't... he... he
didn't take a few days off

because of me?

Wait. What... what...
what... What does that mean?

Are you guys, like...?

No. What is... no.
I don't know what that is.

I mean, it's totally
cool if you guys are.

You'd automatically be
my favorite couple ever.

You know, and then if you
had any single lady friends,

we could double-date.

I'm obviously looking for 8s and above.

Lucas.

That's the last we'll speak of it.

But at least you know how I feel.

No, no, no.

Where is he?

Tarrytown.

Look, Abe came in here
asking me to find out

about his mother, who
disappeared in the '80s.

He didn't give me the full story,

but, apparently, she was
on the run from something.

So, what's the story with Abe's father?

Never said.

Well, there's your answer.

Are you certain this
is the right road, Abraham?

Second right after the big red barn.

I'm positive.

What would Abigail have been doing

living all the way out here?

There's not another soul for miles.

Maybe looking for peace and quiet.

Or maybe she was hiding.

From what?

Me.

That can't be her.

Of course not.

Excuse us.

We're looking for Abigail Morgan.

Who did you say you were looking for?

Sorry. Sylvia Blake.

I haven't heard that name in a while.

You knew her?

She used to live in my guest cottage.

But that was a long time ago.

See, the reason we were
asking is I'm her son.

You don't know what happened to her?

No idea.

One morning, she was just gone.

Did she mention her life

before she came here to Tarrytown?

Did she mention a family?

I think she just needed
some time to herself.

I believe she was getting
over a bad breakup.

Couldn't have been easy at her age.

I did save a box of her things.

I guess I always hoped she'd
come back for them someday.

May... may I see them?

Yeah.

Hellebores.

According to legend,

the poison from the winter rose
killed Alexander the Great.

A historian and a horticulturist.

Your mother planted those flowers.

Well? What do you think?

What is that odor?

It smells of warm garbage.

That's New York. You'll get used to it.

Youse must be the Morgans.

Yes. I'm Henry, and
this is my wife, Abigail.

The radiator's acting up.

And if it starts hissing,
I want you to beat on it,

unless you want the pipes to explode.

And, welcome to America.

Are you sure this is a good
place to raise a family?

Yes.

Close your eyes.

Go on.

There, there, Abraham.

For my English rose.

How did you keep it alive
all that time on the ship?

Well, water, fertilizer,

and long walks on the
Queen Mary's sun deck.

Henry.

I believe I am going to like it here.

Something wrong?

See how the earth has subsided?

When a body decomposes
in a shallow grave,

the earth sinks in a telltale manner.

He was a gravedigger
in another life.

Do you have a spade?

It's her, isn't it?

FOREVER 1x21
- The Night in Question -

Dr. Morgan.

I'm Sheriff Vance.

So, what is a New York M.E.
doing all the way out here?

My companion and I were searching

for a missing family member
when we discovered the...

Do you mind telling them
to be more careful?

Perhaps I should supervise.

Not without the NYPD's authorization.

Detective Martinez. He's with me.

Sorry I'm late, doctor.

Sheriff, the NYPD would be
happy to help with this case.

It's nice of you to offer,

but without the proper paperwork,

you know I can't really do that.

Our O.C.M.E. has a state-of-the-art lab,

which I'm guessing
you don't have here.

Plus, our presumed victim was
a resident of New York City,

so, technically, it is our case.

You want a bunch of old bones?

They're all yours.

Sheriff. Think I just found something.

I think we're
going to love it here, Abraham.

I really do.

It's mom's.

That's her key chain.

You okay?

Yes.

Lucas, why don't you, start us out?

Yeah.

Well, the remains of a Jane Doe.

Decomposition suggests she's
been dead for at least 25 years.

Depressed skull fracture,
sharp-force trauma,

and likely cause of death.

The object punctured the
brain stem, at which point,

she was left conscious
but essentially paralyzed.

This is weird.

The growth plates are still open.

That's impossible.

No. Look here.

My God, you're right.

Which means she was no
older than 20 years old.

Which means that she couldn't be...

Excuse me.

Abraham!

What happened to her?

It's not Abigail.

My God.

Thank God.

Thank God.

I've just been going crazy...

Trying to imagine what kind of
monster would have done that.

But this doesn't get us any closer

to knowing what happened to mom.

Nor whose bones were
buried in her backyard.

But assuming that the murder

had something to do with
Abigail's disappearance...

You have my word, Abraham.

I'll find out what happened to her,

even if it takes me the rest of my days.

Now, this is the last of mom's stuff.

Now, I mean, no one says
we have to open it.

What if we find something
we don't want to find?

Well, like what?

I've been searching for
your mother for 30 years.

Whatever's in that box, you're
gonna have to live with forever.

Whatever we find is better
than knowing nothing at all.

It's just a bunch of crap.

I mean, after all that, we get nothing!

Not a clue as to what happened to her.

The young woman we exhumed from her yard

had Abigail's keys on her person.

There must be a connection.

You got something?

I was just going over the body.

Lucas noted fractures in the
right clavicle and radius.

His theory, that along
with the fatal blow,

that these injures were
sustained during the fracas.

And what do you think?

Well, looking at her
wrist under magnification,

it appears that her bone was
moved back into alignment.

She had it set.

By a medical professional.

And then struck over the head and killed

before it had time to heal.

And then she was buried
in a nurse's backyard.

I believe we found the
connection between this case

and Abraham's missing mother.

Searched through Tarrytown's
missing-person reports

and found this one from April 1985.

Belinda Smoot. Age 20. Height... 5'2".

Looks like we found our girl.

How would you like to take
a trip with me, detective?

Just think.

You could be in Paris,

but instead, you're in a
Tarrytown emergency room.

I made the right choice.

But seriously, you should
have come to me first.

Lucas? Really?

Abe went to Lucas.

I would have come to you.

There aren't many people
I trust in this world.

You're in rare company.

Well, good.

I was afraid I made things
a little uncomfortable

the other night when I showed up.

It would take a lot more than
that to make me uncomfortable.

Okay, Belinda Smoot...
Admitted April 7, 1985,

with fractures of the
wrist and collarbone.

Care to guess the name of the
nurse who took care of her?

Abe's mother?

Now we just need to figure out

how Belinda ended up in her backyard.

Well, maybe there's someone
who worked here back then.

Her.

A veteran nurse if ever I saw one.

Excuse me.

How can I help you?

You don't happen to remember
a woman by the name of Sylvia

who used to work here in 1985?

She was just one of those
people you never forget.

You know what happened to her?

One day, she just didn't
show up for work.

Sylvia left the way she
came, just like that...

Out of the blue.

Do you remember a patient Sylvia treated

the night before she left?

The girl in the car crash?

Good memory.

That night was hard to forget.

Sylvia had just finished
treating the girl

when a hit-and-run came in.

Incoming!

Motorcycle hit-and-run.

Don't know how long he was
bleeding on the side of the road.

He's in bad shape.

We're going to fix you up. You hear?

Do you know how the girl
with the broken arm

ended up at Sylvia's?

Sylvia took the poor
thing home with her.

She was always doing that sort of thing.

Look... on the file, she
marked the injury a 273.

It's police code for domestic assault.

That would explain why Sylvia
took her home... to protect her.

Does the file say who checked
her into the hospital?

Teddy Graves.

Do you recognize that name?

It explains why Belinda
didn't want to press charges.

I'd like to remind the
jurors to keep an open mind

until all of the evidence
has been presented.

You've heard the arguments of counsel,

as well as my instructions on the law

and the opinions of your fellow jurors.

Court is adjourned.

Judge Graves, Dr. Henry Morgan,

office of the chief medical examiner.

I wonder if I could ask you
a few questions about a case.

Talk to one of my clerks.
They'll try and fit you in.

I have a very busy docket.

I don't think you understand.

This case involves you personally.

Detective Martinez, homicide.

Belinda Smoot.

You dropped her off at a
Westchester County hospital

on the night of April 7, 1985.

That was a long time ago.

Forgive me. It was, 30 years ago.

A young woman tripped
and fell at a party.

I was home from Princeton on
spring break at the time...

Anyhow, she was inebriated,

so I offered her a ride to the E.R.

How gallant of you.

- And then?
- I never saw her again.

'Cause she was murdered and
buried in a shallow grave.

That's all I remember.

I wish I could give you something more

to help with your case.

You just did.

An Alfa Romeo Spider.

Are you the original owner?

The reason I ask

is that the fracture to
Belinda's collarbone

is consistent with a car crash.

And speaking of automobiles,
the Italians never did quite

get British racing
green right, did they?

Of course, you made matters worse

by repainting it after the accident.

What accident?

The night that you and
Belinda crashed, of course.

Like you said, there was a party

and drunken merrymaking, I imagine.

But instead of tripping down the stairs,

your companion hurt herself

the same way you hurt your
car... in a hit-and-run.

There was a motorcyclist
admitted to the E.R.

Same night as Belinda.

And the only witness to your crime

was murdered that same night, too.

You know what I'd do if the D.A.
brought me

a case like that, based on conjecture,

without a single witness
or piece of evidence?

I'd throw it out.

Did we just accuse a
federal judge of murder?

And, damn, did it feel good.

Do me a favor, Martinez.

Next time you plan to
take a vacation, take it.

Let me guess.

You just got a call from a
disgruntled federal judge?

Accusing a man who's
been sitting on the bench

for 20 years is just plain stupid.

Did Henry put you up to this?

Let me just run the case for you.

This isn't our case.

It's a 30-year-old cold case

from someone else's jurisdiction,

which is why you're going to
give it back to that county,

along with those bones.

And tell Henry to stop
wasting our resources.

What's up?

I thought you were
on a ski vacation.

Yeah, just checking this
in before I hit the road.

Can't trust them Hanson
boys around a loaded gun.

What are you working on?

Well, I was working on a hit-and-run

involving a federal judge

with the possibility of
a criminal cover-up.

Sounds juicy.

Yeah, well, too bad

I have to give it back
to the Tarrytown sheriff.

We'll be heading
through Westchester.

You want me to do some digging?

Well, there's nothing to dig up.

The judge ran over a guy,
killed the only witness...

The woman in the car with him.

Other than the guy he ran over.

Is he still alive?

The motorcyclist.

Do you think you can go by the hospital,

find out what happened to him?

You are the best.

Lucas, what's the hurry?

No time to talk, doc.

I got some hot merch
that needs unloading.

We do not
deal in stolen antiques.

But what do you got?

I dug up some dirt.

On whom? Judge Graves?

No. Like, real dirt.

You mean incontrovertible evidence?

No... Dirt dirt.

What the hell?

It's the soil from
Belinda Smoot's grave.

It's like a virtual
treasure trove of clues,

if we only had a lab.

Too bad Lieutenant Reece
put the kibosh on us.

What do you say, Abe?
Do you think he's ready?

Ready for what?

You have your own lair.

As you can see, we have
much of the same equipment

we have in the lab.

You're a beautiful man.

Just when I thought you've peaked,

you just go and take it
to a whole new level.

Knock it off, before one
of you puts out an eyeball!

Sorry, Jo.

Listen, that file you wanted...
Motorcyclist who got run over...

There's no record of him.

But we have a first-person
account from a nurse

saying he was admitted the
same night as Belinda Smoot.

Somebody must have stole it.

Judge Graves?

Henry. I must read this to you.

It's so romantic.

A poem? Whose?

Wordsworth? Shelley? Byron?

Yeats, you old fuddy-duddy.

"When you are old and
grey and full of sleep"

and nodding by the fire,

take down this book and slowly read

and dream of the soft
look your eyes had once,

"and of their shadows deep."

Shall I continue?

Don't stop, whatever you do.

"Dearest Henry,"

please forgive me for
taking so long to write.

I needed this time to realize
what I've known all along...

That I don't wish to live
without you ever again.

"I've found the perfect place
for us here in the country."

Henry!

What's wrong?

It's a letter from Abigail,
dated April 1985.

She goes on and on
describing her cottage

and her flower garden and
root cellar down by the river,

saying that she wanted
us to be a family again.

Don't you see?

It means that she never gave up on us.

Yeah, but I'm afraid
that's... not all it means.

Yes.

The fact that she never sent the letter

means that something terrible happened.

Guys. I think I found
something in the dirt.

Check it out.

A piece of jewelry off the victim.

Looks like an earring.

No, it's a tiepin.

It's got some writing on it.

Yeah, some sort of a motto.

Is it Latin?

"Dei sub numine viget."

"Under God she flourishes."

Whose motto is that?

I don't know.

Good work, Lucas.

I'll, I'll run this
by Detective Martinez.

You recognize it?

It's from an eating club at Princeton,

and it was found in
Belinda Smoot's grave.

Get out of my chambers.

Not until you tell me
what happened that night.

I already told you.

You hit a motorcyclist, and
your companion got hurt.

You took her to the E.R.,
and you told her not to talk.

You threatened her.

Belinda was scared,
so she went home with

the nurse, and you
followed her there.

That's not what happened.

You murdered an innocent girl

because you knew her story
would cost you all this...

A life of doling out
justice from on high.

But where's the justice for Belinda?!

I had nothing to do with it! I swear!

The nurse whose cottage

Belinda was murdered in that night...

What did you do to her?!

Man:

What did you do to her?!

You okay, judge?

Yeah.

What did you do to the nurse?!

He's all yours.

I shouldn't have
accosted a federal judge

without consulting you first.

Henry, what's going on?

I told you... Abe's my
oldest, closest friend,

and his mother's disappearance
is a festering wound.

No. Why does a 30-year-old
case have you acting like this?

Who is she?

Abe's mother.

No. Who is she to you?

Martinez.

Yep.

Okay. I am on my way.

Judge Graves just walked
into the station house.

Before we talk,

I'm obliged to remind you of
your 5th Amendment right...

I know my rights, detective.

Belinda Smoot wasn't some,
girl who I met at a party.

We had known each other
since middle school,

since before my parents
sent me off to Exeter.

Spring break of my
junior year at Princeton,

we had a fling.

The spring she was murdered.

I had nothing to do with that.

What about the hit-and-run accident?

Happened, exactly as
your colleague said it did.

I was drinking. I was driving too fast.

I never saw him coming.

I went to check on him,

and...

It was clear he wasn't going to make it.

I wanted... to go to the police,

but, Belinda... wouldn't let me.

She was... afraid that her
boyfriend would find out

that we had been together.

Her boyfriend?

Yeah, some townie.

Belinda said he had a gun,
and if he found out about us...

Apparently, he showed
up at the hospital

when he heard that she was hurt.

You said, she left with
the nurse that night...

Because she was afraid of him.

You didn't think it was suspicious

that Belinda completely vanished?

I didn't know she was gone.

Two days later, I was back in Princeton.

You didn't try to contact
her when you went home?

Belinda made it very clear she
wanted nothing to do with me

after I killed that man
and left him on the road.

Never called her family, her friends?

Did they even know she was gone?

I'm not proud of what I did.

I've spent my life trying
to make up for it.

What is that?

It's the medical file...

Of the man I killed on the
night of April 7, 1985.

You stole it from the hospital?

Well, like you said, I
had a bright future.

I didn't want any skeletons
in my past getting in the way.

How long are you
gonna do this, Henry?

Do what?

Torture yourself with the
life that mom imagined

for the two of you in the cottage

with the beautiful little flower garden

and the root cellar.

Where are you going?

The root cellar.

Henry.

What are you...

Do you want to come in?

That's very kind of you
to offer, but...

In her letter, Abraham's
mother made reference

to a root cellar down by the river.

When you surveyed the crime scene...

I didn't see one.

You don't think Abe's mom
was locked in a cellar?

Something in my heart tells me

Abraham's mother never
left that farm alive.

This is it.

These are her preserves.

Hanson.

Yeah... listen, I
can hardly hear you.

I'm... I'm in a root cellar.

L-let me... let me call
you back from a landline.

Be right back.

So, I checked if
Belinda had any visitors.

Nobody signed in.

But who else hangs out
in the E.R. with a gun

and doesn't have to sign in?

Cops.

You're trespassing on an
active county crime scene.

You.

You were Belinda Smoot's boyfriend.

You killed her and buried her.

Wait.

Before you kill me, I need to know...

What happened to the nurse?

What?

What did you do to her?

You're worried about the old lady?

I think you missed the point, doc.

Drop it!

Drop it!

How'd you like to take a
ride into the city, sheriff?

Are my eyes playing tricks on me,

or was that a sheriff
you just brought in here

wearing handcuffs?

Yeah, you know that case
that you said was not ours?

It is now. He just
pulled a gun on Henry.

He did what? Why?

When I discovered the bloody
uniform he was wearing

the night he killed Belinda
Smoot 30 years ago.

And you brought him here?

Well, what else was I supposed to do...

Take him to the sheriff's department?

I'll call Internal Affairs
to come pick him up.

But in the meantime,

no one with a badge goes near that man.

Have I made myself clear?

Yes, ma'am.

Loud and clear.

I wasn't talking to you.

Let me tell you what I think happened

on the night of April 7, 1985.

You showed up at the E.R.
with a hit-and-run victim.

What you didn't expect to find there

was your girlfriend.

Motorcycle hit-and-run.

Don't know how long he was
bleeding on the side of the road.

He's in bad shape.

You were seized by a jealous rage.

No one's accusing you of murder.

Belinda's death was an accident.

Her injuries sustained
from a fall, perhaps.

I was...

I was drunk when I showed up.

Get... off!

Belinda slipped and hit her head.

I tried to help her, but...

And you buried her in the backyard.

Tell me...

What happened to the nurse
that was taking care of Belinda?

I waited outside the house
till she left with some guy.

Who?

I didn't recognize him.

30-something.

Dark hair, slight build.

As soon as they were gone, I went in

and had it out with Belinda.

And the nurse, she...
she never returned?

No.

But her landlady did.

She was the only other
person that lived out that way.

She knocked,

and I waited till she was gone.

And then I...

I buried Belinda.

That doesn't make any sense.

I'm telling the truth.

No, no, you said that the
nurse left with a man.

How long after did the landlady knock?

Couple of minutes.

Five max.

She lived on a dead-end road,

not another property for miles.

Why would the landlady knock?

Surely, she would have seen
her driving the other direction,

unless...

She never made it down the road.

According to the sheriff,

Abraham's mother left with a man.

- And then...
- I heard.

We need a map.

If Sylvia left going this way

and the landlady showed
up five minutes later

without having passed her,

her car would have had to
go off the road somewhere...

Here.

No.

What is it?

Hang on a second. Henry.

Abigail.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Instead of just thinking about me

and some... future heartbreak,

I realize that you're here... now.

Yes.

I'm here now.

Wait.

Just give him a second.

I don't know what the future holds.

But as long as I'm alive...

I will always love you...

Forever.

Henry.

We don't have to do this right
now if you don't want to.

Remains of a Jane Doe, age 65 to 75.

Cause of death...

Fractured sternum.

Impact to the steering column,

resulting in internal hemorrhaging.

The cut to her lingual bone suggests

that our victim's throat was cut

when she was thrown
through the windshield,

resulting in massive blood loss.

You, disagree with my assessment?

I'm sorry, but,
with all due respect,

it appears that the
victim's ribcage is broken,

by something small and soft...

A hand, maybe.

What are you saying?

Well, the sheriff did say

someone else was in the
car with Abraham's mother.

Maybe he tried to resuscitate
her after the wreck.

The break is consistent
with chest compressions.

He kidnapped her, forced
her off the road.

W-why would he save her?

Because the cut to her throat
was not made by the windshield.

Look at the hyoid under magnification.

I'm sorry, Henry, but
the cut was made by...

By a knife.

Very good, Lucas.

Well, I learned from the best.

Which is why it's my
professional opinion

that, due to the angle of the cut,

Abe's mother slit her own throat.

What?

Are you saying that she crashed,
was ejected from the car,

resuscitated, only to
then take her own life?

Why would somebody do that?

To get away from someone.

The man who showed up
to Abigail's cottage

and kidnapped her...

It wasn't the judge, who
confessed to the hit-and-run,

and it wasn't the sheriff, who
confessed to murdering Belinda.

We've run out of suspects, Abe.

Who else played a part on that night?

Other than the man that Teddy
ran down out on the road?

The motorcyclist?

Yes.

He's the common denominator.

He's the one that ties
everyone together.

Everything that happened on
the night of April 7, 1985,

is predicated on him.

Who was he?

"Ruptured spleen, fractured skull,

internal bleeding"...

These are your mother's notes.

She was a damn fine nurse,

but nothing could have saved this man.

So, where's his death certificate?

Maybe it got lost.

On Abigail's watch? Not likely.

She approximated the unknown
patient to be in his 30s.

Described the John Doe
as having dark hair.

What is it, Henry?

I need a moment alone, Abe.

What's wrong, pops?

A moment!

Please.

Hello, Henry.

I suppose this means
you've finally figured it out.

You killed her.

You killed Abigail, you son of a bitch.

If you want to know what
really happened that night,

let me start at the beginning.

As you know, I was struck
while riding a motorcycle.

Fate intervened.

A very kind and skilled
nurse saved my life.

We're going to fix you up, you hear?

When she came to check on me later,

I made a very strange request.

Kill me.

I'm sorry. What was that?

Kill me.

No, you don't understand.

You're going to be fine.

When I told her my story...
that I was an immortal...

And would come back to life
without a scratch on my body,

the nurse did a very strange thing.

She believed you.

Because she'd already heard it from you.

Nurse Blake. Mind helping me?

That's when I knew what I
had to do to find you, Henry.

When she saw that I was
gone, she understood.

She didn't want me to find you.

Abigail thought that I meant you harm.

Who is he?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not the first
immortal that you've met.

I want his name.

I have lived a long life,

experienced pain like
you would never imagine.

Is everything okay?

Perhaps I should start on her.

Everything's fine, dear.

I, I was just going to
give this gentleman a ride.

She thought that she
was saving the girl's life.

But there was another killer...

A young deputy lurking in the shadows.

And now you know the whole story.

How did she die?

She drove off the road.

I know you must think
that I'm a monster, Henry.

But I tried to save her.

You can't do this.

You can't die!

I have to know who he is.

For 2,000 years, I thought I was alone.

You are alone.

No! No!

What have you... What have you've done?!

No! No!!

What have you done?!

No!!

30 years she set me back.

But eventually, I found you...

On my own.

She died trying to protect me.

What can I say, Henry?

A good woman is hard to find.

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