Hailey Dean Mystery (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Hailey Dean Mystery: A Marriage Made for Murder - full transcript

Thank you for coming.

Oh, and I'll let you know
when those paintings

are scheduled to be delivered.

Three paintings sold
in half an hour.

Might be my new record.

By the way, Lawrence, you
left the back door open again.

That wasn't me, I swear.

I know you wanna hang your
photographs in the gallery

and I've explained to you
it's not what my clientele buy.

Well, they might surprise you.

Are you alright?



Yeah, I'm fine.

Just a- just a head rush.

You sure?

Do you want me
to call your wife?

No, no, no. I'm fine.

Just uh... you go,
I'll close up.

You're sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Ok.

Sabrina, what're you doing
here on a Sunday?

I could ask you
the same question.

Oh, I had a patient
cancel yesterday

and I didn't wanna wait
until next week to see her.

My home printer broke so
I came in to take advantage



of our office supplies.

What's all this?

Well, my landlord is selling
the house

and I'm renting
so I've gotta move.

I thought rather than finding
another rental

I would buy my first home.

Well, that's exciting.

Terrifying.

I mean, it's a little
overwhelming.

There's so many things
to think about.

Location, size, paint colour.

Well, I love house hunting
so I'm happy to help.

I'm so glad you said that

because I was gonna
make you help me

whether you wanted to or not.

That's my patient.

But just think about
all the things you love

in your current place and
what you would do differently

if it were up to you.

Sound advice.

It was really kind of you
to see me on your day off.

I was at a funeral yesterday
so that's why I cancelled.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I barely knew Victor.

We lived in the same
neighbourhood.

I'd only met him
a couple of times.

But last time you were talking
about community

and trying to be a part of one
so I decided to pay my respects.

I think that shows real growth,
Nicole.

Let's talk about how
you've been feeling since.

That's alright, really.

Funerals always affect me
but it'll go away.

Have you decided if you're
going to stay in Atlanta?

Thinking about it.

I love volunteering
at the hospital.

I did in my hometown, too.

Part of me wants to go
back there.

I've only been here a year

but I think I've accomplished
everything I was hoping to do.

So what now?

I don't know.

Honestly, I'm not really used
to thinking about the future.

What's holding you back?

I think our time is up.

It's ok, we can talk
a little longer.

No, I- I couldn't take more
advantage of you.

Thanks again.

I'll see you next week?

Hi.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

No, no.

It's- it's ok.

Hi.

Hey.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Yeah.

Where's Jonas?

Oh, he couldn't make it.

Still three innings to go,
the Wolverines down by one.

Nice to see you too, Brad.

Those nachos look amazing.

Well, I had to make them after
Brad here bragged about them

so much at the reunion.

These nachos are the reason
I married you.

I believe that.

Let me just refill that bean dip
while I'm at it.

Can I help?

Oh, no.

You watch the game.

So how was your patient?

Oh, fine.

Thank you for asking.

I hope she had a good excuse
for making you miss the game.

Well, she was at a funeral
yesterday, so...

Oh, that's a pretty good excuse.

It is.

That must have been
a rough session.

It wasn't someone
she knew well.

An art dealer,
Victor something.

Victor Bridgestone.

Could be.

You knew him?

Yes, um, I did.

I'm sorry.

No, it's ok.

It was more of a professional
relationship.

He provided all the art
for my office,

and a lot of what you see here,
actually.

That one's nice.

Thanks.

Yeah, that is a local artist.

I like the use of
negative space.

Yeah.

You seem to know what
you're talking about.

Well, I did minor in
art history in college.

Oh.

That's right.

So maybe you wouldn't mind going
to the gallery with me tomorrow?

I was out of town yesterday
and I- I missed the funeral

so I'd like to go by
and pay my respects,

and I never know what to say at
something like that.

I find it's usually
just best to listen.

Thank you so much
for coming with me.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

I haven't been to an art gallery
in a long time.

I want my money!

Hey, you get back!

Victor owes me!

Hey.

I am not paying you a cent.

How dare you try and take
advantage of a grieving widow?

Excuse me, is there
a problem here?

You're gonna pay.

Who was that?

I have no idea.

I am so sorry you had
to see that, Clyde.

I'm a bit embarrassed.

You must think without Victor
this place is falling apart.

Oh, no I'm not.

Not at all, Christy.

Um, this is my friend,
Hailey Dean.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Christy, I'm sorry to interrupt,

but the sculptures
still haven't arrived

and I can't get the shipping
company to pin down a date.

Well, Lawrence, you're gonna
have to hang your photographs

in the meantime.

I'll get right on it.

Are you sure, Christy?

You know Victor didn't
really care for photography.

But I do, and it's my call now.

Ah. Alright.

So, Clyde, what is it
you're looking for?

Or perhaps, Miss Dean,
you're looking for something?

We actually just came
to pay our respects.

Victor's death seemed so sudden.

Had he been ill?

It was a shock.

He didn't come home
one night

and then I came to work
and found him here.

That must have been
so awful for you.

Yeah.

By the time the ambulance
got here it was too late.

They took him to
Atlanta Memorial,

doctor said he'd had
a heart attack.

Do they know what caused it?

No.

He was such a health nut, too.

No junk food,
no fried foods.

He had been feeling
a bit sick for a while

but of course he refused
to see a doctor.

There was nothing you could have
done, Christy.

I know that, Deborah.

Well, I'm surprised
that you're still open.

It's a competitive business

and I don't wanna fall behind.

I'm sure your clients
would understand

if you took some time.

Christy, I'm sorry
to interrupt again,

but it's the insurance company.

They say they need
the death certificate

before they'll release
the payment.

If you're having trouble
getting that paperwork

I probably could help.

Well, if you think you can
I'd appreciate that.

It was good of you to drop by.

Oh, listen, of course.

If there's anything
that I can do-

Just keep buying art.

I'll see you out.

Thank you for coming.

She's handling this
all so well,

I can't imagine what a mess
I'd be in her place.

How long have you known
the Bridgestones?

Since they opened the gallery
about a year ago.

I'm an artist as well.

Photographer, right?

That's right.

About to have my very
first exhibit.

That wouldn't have happened
under Victor.

No, Victor didn't think
photography counted as art.

Sort of an old-fashioned
point of view.

Yeah, that was Victor.

Excuse me, I should be getting
back inside.

Thanks again for coming with me.

Christy really seemed fine.

She really did.

But everyone processes
grief differently.

Yeah, but it was like
she wasn't affected at all.

Maybe it's a defence mechanism

or maybe she hasn't allowed it
to sink in quite yet.

She's burying herself in work.

I did the same thing only
with me it was school work.

I'm sorry, this must remind you
of Will.

I wasn't thinking.

Oh, no. Not at all.

I mean, my patients deal
with grief all the time.

My personal experience helps me
help them.

I guess that's a silver lining?

I suppose so.

Hey.

Well, aren't you a sight
for sore, overworked eyes.

A not-so-romantic
dinner for two?

You are a lifesaver.

I didn't realize
what time it is.

You're working too hard.

Tell me about it.

One medical examiner retires and
another goes on maternity leave.

Oh, yeah, and
I'm all that's left.

It could be worse.

Tell that to the guy
with the stack of paperwork

urgently waiting on his desk.

How was the, uh,
baseball game yesterday?

Did the Wolverines win?

They did.

You know, I like baseball.

I should have invited you.

Only if you want to.

I know it's a lot to handle.

You're reconnecting
with old friends,

it brings up old memories,
I complicate things.

You're so understanding
it makes me feel terrible.

Oh, don't.

I think it's good for you
to have old friends

back in your life.

I think you're right.

I didn't realize how much
I missed them.

How was your day?

Uneventful.

I went to an art gallery
with Clyde.

Should I be jealous?

The owner died, I was just there
for support.

That's sad.

Since I'm here,

the widow said she was
having trouble

getting a death certificate.

What's the problem?

She didn't say.

Well, if there's one thing
I can do it's expedite

a death certificate.

What's the name of the deceased?

Victor Bridgestone.

She said he died
of a heart attack.

I don't see his name
in the file.

That's weird.

It is weird.

Was he taken to a hospital?

Atlanta Memorial.

I'll call the attending doctor
in the morning and ask.

I knew I kept you around
for a reason.

Mmm.

Hey.

Mmm.

Hey, hey.

All is fair in love
and Chinese take-out.

I'm taking that.

Alright, so Fincher, where
do we go from food trucks?

Bakeries?

Bistros?

Diners?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Fincher.

It's nothing, really.

What do I have
to complain about?

I love my job investigating
for the D.A.

I have great friends-

Yes, you do.

You know, life's good.

But?

I don't know.

I kind of feel like
I'm missing out.

You're searching
for something.

You probably even know
what it is.

You know what?
Forget about it.

It's nothing, really.

Alright.

But you know what I'd say.

You should do something
about the way you're feeling.

Like what?

Go for it.

Just do it.

Whatever it is, what's
the worst that can happen?

What happened when you took me
to that diner

and I ate the food
and then-

Yeah, ok.

You got food poisoning
one time.

One- one time.

One time.

Once in a lifetime that lasts
a whole lifetime.

You know, I'm surprised you
didn't sue them on my behalf.

You know, you were still working
for the prosecutor.

Right. I don't think
that was a case

for the District Attorney's
office.

Oh.

And, if you'll recall,
you did confess to eating

potentially expired bacon from
your fridge that very morning.

I'll plead the fifth
on that one, little lady.

It's Jonas.

Oh, tell him I say hi.

Hi, Jonas.

Hailey.

Remember that death certificate

Sure, Victor Bridgestone.

Well, the reason it hasn't been
issued yet is

because Victor's death
hasn't been registered.

What do you mean?

The hospital would be the one
to file the official paperwork

with the City
but they didn't.

Why not?

Because Victor's hospital file
is missing.

Missing?

Deleted.

Without a trace.

I'm calling Danny.

It could have been
a computer glitch.

Maybe, but it's the only file
that's gone missing.

Still, not really
a police matter.

But Danny, there's more.

I talked to the doctor
who attended Victor

when he was brought in
to the hospital.

She said a heart attack
was possible

but she wasn't comfortable
calling a cause of death.

She wanted an autopsy.

Then why wasn't there one?

The request wasn't sent
to my office.

Right, because
the file was deleted.

So you think it was deleted
on purpose

to avoid discovering
the real cause of death?

It's possible.

And Victor was a health nut.

What motive would someone have

to kill a prominent
art gallery owner

without even a parking ticket
to his name?

I looked up the insurance
policy taken out on Victor

and it was taken out
in Christy's name

just one month ago.

The same policy she won't
get paid out on

unless there's a death
certificate.

Ok, fine.

I'll call the hospital and
get them to track that file.

Hailey, you and I are going
to go talk to that widow.

This is ridiculous.

I- I don't want a police
investigation.

I'm sure this is difficult but
you must want to know the truth.

Victor was ill and then he died.

What else do I need to know?

You took out a life insurance
policy a month ago.

Yes.

Is that a crime?

Mrs. Bridgestone, I'm confident
that we can get a warrant

to exhume your husband's body
and conduct a full autopsy.

The sooner you agree to it,

the sooner this will all be over
and you'll have your answers.

Fine.

You can examine his body.

Thank you.

I'll let you know when the
exhumation will take place.

No need.

You can take him with you now.

At least what's left of him.

This isn't going to be easy

but thankfully we have some
bone fragments to work with.

Do you think you can
find anything?

It's a long shot
but not impossible.

If we find a mineral deficiency
in the bones,

for example, we can infer
a number of diseases.

From there I'll review Victor's
symptoms with his wife

and hopefully come
to a conclusion.

I doubt Christy
will be at all helpful.

I was really surprised
by her reaction

when Danny started
asking her questions.

I understand being upset
but she didn't seem interested

in finding the truth.

Well, maybe she's too upset
to face it.

She seemed more put-out
than upset.

And again, that might be
her way of dealing

with all that's happened,
but when I tried to connect

with her she seemed skittish.

Not at all like the first time
I met her.

Do you think
she's hiding something?

Definitely.

The question is, is she hiding
something from the world

or something from herself?

What is it?

Negative for heavy metals,
negative vitamin D deficiency,

negative, negative...

positive for arsenic.

And a lot of it.

Ok, please be careful.

These are expensive
works of art.

They're just trying to find
the source of the arsenic.

So are you implying that Victor
was poisoned on purpose?

I think you should prepare
yourself for that possibility.

The water supply both here
and at the house

test negative for arsenic.

But I still want you
and Lawrence to be tested.

I'm fine, so is Lawrence.

I'm afraid I have to insist.

And rumours swirling
at this hour,

high-profile Atlanta art dealer
Victor Bridgestone,

in fact poisoned dead.

That's a horrible,
tortuous death.

Death by arsenic.

I still can't believe this.

I'm sorry this hit the news
cycle so quickly.

If you need any help
dealing with-

Lawrence and I can manage.

Thank you.

Has anything new been brought
into the gallery or your home?

Just artwork.

No gifts of food or wine,
maybe delivered by a courier?

No, not that I can remember.

No, me either.

How long is this, um,
gonna take?

I'll find out.

So Victor Bridgestone's file
was apparently deleted

from the computer at
the nurse's station.

Can you tell who it was
by the login?

No, it was a login
used by temps,

only there weren't any temps
working that day.

There's so many people in
and out of this work station

it could have been anyone.

How're they doing?

It's a lot to process.

I've noticed that Christy
defaults to anger or impatience.

It could be her way of coping.

It could also be her way
of deflecting attention

away from herself.

Because she doesn't want us
to look too closely?

We all have something to hide.

The blood tests came back
negative for arsenic poisoning

for both Christy and Lawrence.

I think we can safely say
Victor was targeted.

And so far we've found no trace
of arsenic and anything

from the gallery to the house.

Then it must have been something
only Victor ate.

Which we haven't been able
to figure out.

According to Lawrence he never
ate a meal without Christy.

Why would she slowly poison
her husband?

They'd only been married
less than a year.

Depends on why she married him.

She did inherit everything.

And that insurance policy?

It's a nice bonus.

See what else we can find.

Yeah, I can't say that
I'm a big fan of subtitles,

I mean, I like watching
the movie,

not so much the words, so...

Oh, excuse me.

I just gotta grab this.

Be right back.

Hey, what's going on?

What're you doing?

Your bidding.

I haven't even asked you to go
to the art gallery with me yet.

No, no, no, no.

You asked me to go for it
so I'm going for it.

Ok. Well, you can tell me
all about it over lunch.

Well, I already ate.

Since when has that
stopped you?

Look, I'm sorry, Hailey, but
unless you really need me...

I really need to know
what you're doing.

Well, I'm not gonna
tell you.

Are you embarrassed?

Nope.

Are you putting yourself
in physical danger?

Nope.

Will you tell me if I guess?

Nope.

Hey, what was that?

Nothing.

I gotta go, Hailey.

Goodbye.

Brad wants to know if
you're coming to regional

semi-finals on Sunday.

Sure.

Bring Jonas if you want to.

I think Will would have
really liked him.

Me too.

Why do I get the feeling
that you didn't

just want to grab
a cup of coffee?

Maybe I'm in the market for some
new art for my office.

Are you, or are you just trying
to get more information?

I'm a multi-tasker.

Oh, what is it now?

I just wanted to apologize
to you.

I hope I didn't make things
harder for you.

No, I- I should thank you,
actually.

I wouldn't have known what
happened to Victor without you.

Well, I didn't mean to cause you
any pain.

I was already in pain.

You maybe caused me confusion,

but that's better than
the alternative.

The alternative?

I accept your apology.

Maybe you'd like to see some
of Lawrence's photos now?

They are very good.

R-A-D...

Hailey!

No, we didn't see anything.

Just this brick flying through
the window.

Let me take your prints, Clyde,
so I can rule you out.

Sorry, I wasn't thinking
when I picked it up.

You're no master criminal,
Clyde.

Clearly.

Listen, Danny, I have to get
back to the office.

Is that gonna be ok?

Sure.

I know where to find you
if I need anything else.

You gonna come over and watch
the game with Hailey?

Maybe, we'll see.

Looks like Christy is a target,
as well.

Someone wants the Bridgestones
to suffer.

Have you found the source
of the arsenic?

Frustratingly, no.

Where's Lawrence?

He isn't here?

No.

Oh my goodness!
What happened?

Someone threw a brick
through the window.

Is everyone alright?

Christy, are you alright?

It's nothing,
just a few cuts.

Who would do this?

And you are?

Deborah Wilson, I'm a friend
of the family's.

This is terrifying.

You- you have to convince her
to close the gallery down.

Deborah, how long have
you known the Brigestones?

Uh, well, I went to school
with Victor,

so I don't know,
a thousand years?

What do you do for work?

I'm an interior designer.

Deborah is the reason
Victor wanted to move here.

I told Victor that Atlanta

would be a great place
for him to live.

And he had such a great eye
for art,

having him here just made
my job so much easier.

So Victor supplied your clients.

Were you contracted
to use him?

Oh, no, it wasn't anything
that formal.

It was an arrangement
between friends.

He'd send me clients
and I'd reciprocate.

Where is Lawrence?

He asked for the day off.

I'd like to put you
under protective custody.

No, that- that's ridiculous.

I'm sure this is just some
bad joke.

I'm afraid I have to disagree.

Christy, you really need to
consider closing the gallery,

at least temporarily,
until this all blows over.

No.

What if this is the same person
that's behind the break-ins?

What break-ins?

I don't know if we were actually
broken into

or if Lawrence left
the door unlocked

and some kids came inside.

We never saw anything
on the security footage.

When was this?

About six months ago.

And then again a couple
weeks ago.

Was anything stolen?

No.

Nothing.

Which is why I didn't
report them.

But Christy, you're not taking
this seriously enough.

I'm not going to close
the gallery.

Not after everything
that's happened.

I'm not gonna let somebody
scare me

into hiding behind closed doors.

What about the man I saw
the first time I came here?

What man?

He was asking for money.

He said Victor owed him.

I have no idea who that was.

I had never seen him before.

Would you sit down
with a sketch artist?

Sure, if you think
it would help.

I checked out that hiking trail
that you mentioned.

It was really pretty.

Did you go by yourself?

I like being by myself.

I know that's something
that I need to work on,

but I guess... I just have
a hard time trusting people.

Well, you're here.

That's a good first step.

I suppose.

It was nice being surrounded
by nature again.

Sometimes Atlanta feels
a bit too big for me.

Did you grow up
in the country?

No, but a city a lot smaller
than this.

Downtown Atlanta can seem
a bit busier I'd imagine.

For sure.

But I was a kid when I left
my parents' home, so...

Why was that?

You know what I miss most
about that old house?

What?

The winters.

Running outside with my brother
for the first snow of the year.

Do you have only one brother?

Nicole, I can see that family
carries some pain for you.

We don't have to talk about
them today

but I hope some day
you'll want to.

I'd rather just forget.

There's something about
your family that's unresolved

and until you face it you will
not be able to move on.

You almost sound like you know
what you're talking about.

We'll leave it there
for this week

and we'll do this
on your schedule.

No pressure.

Thanks, Hailey.

I'm really happy I found you.

I just can't get her
to open up to me.

Well, you've only been seeing
her a few weeks.

You know the pace is different
with every patient.

I know why I feel like
I'm letting her down.

If I could just get her to face
whatever it is in her past.

I can see why this patient
strikes a chord with you.

No more so than
any other patients.

Hailey, your patient is a woman
with a past trauma

that she has difficulty
talking about.

She's you.

Totally different.

She likes to keep it hidden,
precious,

as though talking about it
will make it disappear

from her memory.

Is that true?

You almost never talk
about Will.

Well, it's not intentional,
I just don't know how to.

Well, what would you say
to your patient?

Tell one story,
see how it feels.

And that would be my advice
to you about Will.

That makes me uncomfortable.

The most rewarding work
always does.

You're too good
at what you do.

That's why I share my office
with the best.

I just- I wanted to make sure
you were alright

after what happened
at the gallery.

Yeah, I'm ok.

Thank you for checking in,
though.

Well, I guess I feel
kinda responsible.

Responsible?

You know, as Will's best friend.

I get it.

I mean, if it weren't for me

you wouldn't have to deal
with any of this.

Don't worry about that, I have
the tendency to find myself

in these scenarios
without anyone else's help.

Yeah, I've noticed.

Yeah.

Don't you have to get
back to work?

No, that's one of the good
things about being the boss,

I kinda get to do
whatever I want.

You never were
one to follow orders.

That's not one of my strengths,
no.

It used to make Will so mad.

It did?

All the time.

He was the team captain and you
wouldn't do anything he said.

Well, listen, in my defence it's
because he was usually wrong.

And if he were here he would
whole-heartedly

disagree with you.

Yeah, if Will were here.

That's something I think
about often.

How different things
would have turned out.

Me too.

Nice to meet you.

Sort of.

Hi, I'm Megan.

Fincher.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

Um, where do we start?

Job.

Yes, I have one.

Oh, good.

Me too.

Great.

Um, hobbies?

Uh, food, food, and more food.

A fellow foodie.

Mmmhmm.

What is your favourite
restaurant?

Oh, that's a hard call.

Cuisine?

I'm a sucker for Mexican.

Oh, have you tried that
new place downtown?

It has a Michelin star.

Oh, no, can't say that I have.

It's really hard to get into
but so worth it.

And really, $20 for a burrito
is not that much.

Right.

Oh, and if you like French
there's always Chez Louis.

I mean, it's a bit passé

but I don't mind some old school
coq au vin.

Yeah, you know, French food
not really my thing.

Fair enough.

So what is your thing?

I go in for mobile cuisine.

Oh, is that like a personal chef
coming to your house?

No, not really.

Well, you must have
a favourite place.

Yeah, the food truck
on 4th street

where I can get four burritos
for $20.

Really?

Mmmhmm.

Sounds...

Oh, I'm so sorry,

I gotta... I gotta grab this.

Ok, um... it was really
nice meeting you, Fincher.

Yes.

Hey.

Are you in another
restaurant?

Is that the same dinging noise?

What can I do for you, Hailey?

For starters, stop ditching me
for lunch.

Aw, you miss me.

No, I miss lunch.

But that's not why I called.

Can you meet me tonight?

Sure. Where?

Gallery's closed.

It closes at 6pm.

So what're we doing here?

Thinking.

And what are we thinking about?

So Christy said there were
two break-ins.

Six months ago and again
two weeks ago.

Ok.

That sounds suspicious,
but what'd they steal?

Apparently nothing.

So why break in?

And why break in two times?

Well, maybe I didn't get what
I needed the first time.

Maybe, but you're a pretty
terrible thief

if you break in twice

and you don't get what you
wanted either time.

Do you think it's the same guy
that threw the brick?

It could be, but the brick feels
like an intimidation tactic

whereas the break-ins
were trying to go unnoticed.

It feels like different motive-

Someone's in there.

Woah.

Call Danny.

Stay out here.

Ok.

Wait outside, Hailey.

Danny, someone's breaking
into the Bridgestone Gallery.

Yeah, Fincher's gone in.

Yes, Danny, I will wait outside.

Hey! Hey!

I know you weren't trying
to come in there.

Of course not.

You gonna read me
my rights?

Yeah.

You have the right to
the beverage of your choice

at the precinct coffee shop.

Let's go.

Those aren't his rights,
Fincher.

Ah, don't- don't tell him that.

Mind your hair.

What were you doing at the
Bridgestone Gallery yesterday?

I'm an artist.

I was trying to sell
my paintings.

Even though the gallery
was closed,

doors were locked,
no one was inside?

The man you caught breaking into
the gallery is Simon Westfeld.

He's an artist.

He's the man I saw arguing
with Christy

the first time I went
to the gallery.

Is he the one that threw
the brick, too?

The only car registered
to Simon

isn't a match to the one
you saw fleeing the scene.

Are you able to get him on
any of the previous break-ins?

We're working on establishing
his whereabouts

for each of them.

But he isn't talking so
it's not gonna be easy.

What else do you know about him?

No prior convictions.

We're working on getting his
banking and phone records.

He broke into the gallery
for something.

We're gonna find out
what he wanted.

He had two external hard drives
on him.

What was on them?

We don't know
what's on the drives yet

but forensics is working
on that right now.

Any sign of the arsenic?

Not at his house.

Ok, Simon.

Let's try another question.

What did you want with
the hard drives you stole?

How long do you think
you can keep me in here?

Are you sure there is nothing
that you wanna tell us?

You know, I gotta tell you,

there are two sides
to every story, right?

The problem is I can only see
one side to this story.

And that side has you
going to prison

for breaking and entering,
and theft of private property.

We're done here.

He's scared, Danny.

Yeah, Monty has that effect
on guilty people.

She isn't getting anywhere.

But she can hold him
for a few more hours.

We'll let him sweat a bit
and try again later.

That's alright, I gotta get back
to the D.A.'s office anyway.

You got time for lunch?

Yeah, let's go.

You guys and your lunch.

Real pretty spot for lunch.

Yeah, it's more of
a working lunch.

Right, your actual job.

So who are we staking out
this time?

Uh, less a "who"
and more a "what".

That clears it up.

Look, Hailey, you know
I love the company

but I can't tell you
who I'm investigating.

I know. New topic.

No pressure, but-

But you're dying to know where
I've been disappearing to.

I am. Dying.

Speed dating.

Very funny.

Where have you
really been going?

Speed dating.

Oh, you're serious.

Fincher, I am so proud of you!

And this is why I didn't
wanna tell you.

You don't want me
to be proud of you?

No, I didn't want to make a big
thing out of it, right?

I mean I tried it,
it didn't work, that's that.

What do you mean,
it didn't work?

Ah, those ladies
aren't for me, Hailey.

No offence, but how can
you know in two minutes?

Oh, I know.

Well, maybe it's not
the right format for you.

Maybe you need
a matchmaker.

I do not need a matchmaker.

No, no.

You're ready to meet someone
and I am so happy for you.

There are lots of ways
to do it.

Yeah, like Penguin Match?

Yeah, look, Hailey you know
I love you

but I don't like talking
about this stuff.

It makes me uncomfortable.

The best ones always do.

New topic?

You choose.

How is Danny gonna prove

that Simon the artist
is Simon the killer?

So they didn't find any arsenic
in Simon's house.

He's an artist so he's gotta
have a studio, right?

Hey, Fincher, what does
this make you think of?

Food.

You are so perceptive.

What'd you find out?

So this is a shared studio space
and uh,

Simon's corner is
right over there.

Oh yeah.

These look like the paintings
at Clyde's house.

There's nothing here
but half-finished paintings

and half-used supplies.

Oh, this is different.

Yeah, it's not Simon's then.

No, it looks really old.

Stolen?

Maybe this is what Simon
was talking about.

What Victor owed him.

Maybe he was hiding this
for Victor or stole it himself.

Yeah, but did Christy know?

I'm not sure.

She said she'd never seen
Simon before.

Hmm, that's an interesting
theory.

Now all you gotta do is prove
that this painting is stolen.

I know just who to call.

Very interesting.

Excellent brushwork.

Hailey, what do you think?

I agree, I think
it looks authentic.

At first glance, and
to the undergraduate eye

this looks like a classic
old master.

So it's worth a few dollars?

To a buyer?

A few hundred thousand dollars.

What about on second glance?

Although very convincing,
it's not authentic.

It's a forgery.

How can you tell?

Well, once framed you wouldn't
see the back

but most paintings of this age

would have owner stamps
or auctioneer marks

or at least some indication
of when it was framed.

But as you can see
the back is white.

It's unblemished and,
well, clearly not very old.

So Simon may be a forger.

That explains a few things.

We still can't link him
to the arsenic.

You're looking for arsenic?

Well, it's right here
in front of you.

Forgers often add arsenic
to modern paint,

duplicating the way pigments
were made

at the time of the painting
they're copying.

Of course.

So are you saying
there's arsenic in the paint?

Yes.

And I can prove it to you.

Hailey, would you hold
that for me?

Mmmhmm.

Thank you.

This colour of emerald green
was very popular

in the early 1800's, made
from verdigris and arsenic.

Highly toxic.

No one minded that.

It only fell out of favour
because it blackens with heat.

There's the arsenic.

Right in front of our noses.

But why would Simon kill
the Bridgestones?

Especially when they owed
him money?

It's not looking good for you,
Simon.

We know you forged a painting.

We know you used arsenic
to do it.

It's not a forgery.

It's a copy.

There's no difference.

It's only a forgery if you
sell it as the original.

I see.

And the painting we found was
just an educational exercise?

Exactly.

So we won't find any large
deposits into your bank account,

or other copies of this same
painting floating around?

I've seen your work, Simon.
It's quite good.

I know.

I like your use of composition
and contrast.

Thank you.

I actually recognized your
distinct style from a painting

that my friend bought,

although I don't know where
he bought it from.

Through Victor, of course.

He made me sign this exclusivity
contract with his gallery.

I couldn't sell my stuff
anywhere else.

It's been like that for years.

Victor hasn't been
in Atlanta that long.

I met him before then, when
he had his gallery in Portland.

So Victor refused to display
your paintings

unless you made the forgeries?

I mean, you wouldn't waste your
time copying someone else's work

unless you absolutely had to.

It was either break
the law or starve.

Victor made sure nobody else
would sell me.

You could have reported him.

Yeah, and then I would have
gone to jail, too.

So you poisoned him
as a last resort.

I didn't poison anyone.

And then you threatened
Christy Bridgestone.

Yeah, I did do that.

But only because I wanted
what I was owed.

And when she wouldn't give it
to you in person

you decided to threaten her
by throwing a brick

through her window.

What brick?

It's clear Simon believes
he was wronged.

He thinks that he's the victim,
not the criminal.

But did he kill Victor?

It's possible he's convinced
himself that whatever it is

he had to do was justified,
so in his mind not a crime.

But we can't place him
at the break-ins.

And we still haven't found
the source of the arsenic

in anything Victor
might have eaten.

At least we can charge Simon

with unlawful entry and keep him
here for a while.

Do we think Christy Bridgestone
is still in danger?

I'm not sure.

The killer could be
a disgruntled client

who discovered the very
expensive painting

Victor sold was fake.

Hailey's right, we have
no shortage of motives

and every reason
to believe Christy

is still the next target.

Do you think she was in
on the forgeries?

I think it's time she started
telling us what she knows.

When does the gallery close?

We should just make it.

Let's go.

Clyde?

Are you ok? What happened?

I'm- I'm fine.

I'm just worried about Christy.

So Christy called me to come
down and check out

a new sculpture she thought
I might like and, um,

when I walked in I found her
right here on the floor,

unconscious, and I called 911.

Was anyone else here?

No one.

Not even Lawrence?

No.

Did you see anything around her?

A glass or a plate?

No.

Not that I would have noticed.

Doesn't look like
there's anything to see.

I hope she's gonna be alright.

We'll let you know as soon
as we hear from the hospital.

You ok, Clyde?

Yeah, I think so.

Do you wanna get a cup
of coffee?

You look like you could use
some company.

Ok.

I can't believe someone tried
to kill Christy.

Why?

Everyone's got secrets.

Even you?

Ok maybe not everyone.

What would you do if you found
Will's killer?

That's a strange question.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry.

No, it's alright.

I mean, I've definitely thought
about it over the years.

You must really wanna
make him pay.

Part of me, I guess.

But mostly I just wanna
know why.

Why did he pull the trigger?

Why did he stop with Will?

Why am I not dead when I know
that he was aiming at me?

Do you think you'll ever get
your answers?

I don't know.

It's been a long time.

I guess it's just better to try
to move on now.

That's what I've been trying
to do for all these years.

Well, from what I've seen,

you're doing ok.

Is Christy going to be ok?

Yeah.

As far as the doctors can tell

she ingested a small amount
of arsenic.

Enough to make her pretty sick
but not enough to kill her.

That's a relief.

I just don't know what happened.

I only left her
for a few minutes.

Did you see her eat
or drink anything?

Nothing.

Hmm.

I- I have to go.

The art gallery is hosting their
first art class this afternoon.

You're not going to cancel it?

I would but Christy
would be disappointed.

Forensics didn't find anything
at the gallery.

I guess the killer removed
the evidence.

Well, we know Christy
wasn't exposed to the poison

before today,

so it's possible whoever
did this spiked something

she ate or drank and didn't put
in a large enough dose.

We won't know
until she wakes up.

So this is an art gallery.

Very funny.

I wasn't making a joke,
I've never been in one before.

Really?

I've always been a bit
intimidated by these places.

I've never known you to be
intimidated by anything.

Not when science is involved,
but art?

That's a whole different world.

But you own pieces of art.

I did not buy any of them.

So your wife was
the art lover?

Ah, she was more of a decorator
than an art lover.

I don't know that she could
tell you any more

about that sculpture
than I could.

So what do you think of it?

I like it.

I just don't know anything
about it.

But art is subjective.

You don't have to know anything
about it,

just whether it speaks to you
or not.

I guess.

But for me, an investment
like this sculpture

would have to be about more than
just an emotion.

You'd wanna know it's value,
maybe the story behind it.

I would wanna do my research.

Alright, I get it.

But it kinda takes
the magic out of it.

Magic?

Well, this is a new side of you.

You're usually so pragmatic.

Art brings out the romantic
in me.

Hailey!

Glad you could make it.

This must be Jonas.

I'll set up the easels
and we'll get started.

So there's a painting class
and surprise,

we're in it.

Seriously?

Mmmhmm.

This canvas is really big
and really blank.

A blank canvas.

The great intimidator
of mankind.

Is it silly to be so nervous?

I think you're just afraid I'm
gonna paint circles around you.

If all we were expected to paint
were circles

I wouldn't be so worried.

Oh, it's gonna be fun.

Don't put so much pressure
on yourself.

It has been a long time since I
tried something new like this.

Well, then it's long overdue.

I wonder who's gonna be
teaching the class

with Christy in the hospital.

Lawrence, I guess?

I'm surprised they didn't
cancel.

Oh, not Christy.

She cares more about this
art gallery than her own life,

or anybody else's.

They still haven't found
the source of the poison?

No, isn't that strange?

Well, either the killer managed
to get rid of the evidence-

Or it's still here.

Ah, now I see.

This isn't a date.

It's an investigation.

Why can't it be both?

With you it usually is.

Hello, everyone.

My name's Deborah Wilson.

Christy had a last-minute
emergency

so I will be your
instructor today.

I thought she was
an interior decorator.

Hailey, hi.

Oh, hi, Deborah.

I didn't know you painted.

I went to art school.

Right, with Victor.

It's just my path took me
in a different direction.

You brought a friend.

This is my boyfriend,
Jonas.

I've never painted before.

Ok, well then I'll be sure

to give you lots of
extra attention.

Oh, that's not necessary.

You know, he really could
benefit from an expert eye.

One of the most things
is to figure out

what style you're going
to paint in.

Style?

Yeah.

Is there a ladies room?

Of course.

Right over here.

Ok, thanks.

Alright, well let's bring
in our lovely model.

I'd like you to start
by observing her posture,

her body language,

and start creating the outline

that will define
your particular image.

Hi, Hailey.

I swear, I'm not hiding.

Uh, well, I won't tell
if you don't.

Deal.

Why aren't you teaching
the class?

Well, Deborah insisted.

I thought it was
a bit weird, too,

but actually I didn't want
to do it, anyway, so...

Why is that weird?

Well, Deborah and Christy
never really got along.

Why not?

Her and Victor were always
having private conversations,

shutting up when anyone
else walked by.

Do you think they were
romantically involved?

Maybe.

I'd hate to think that, though.

Christy deserves so much better.

You really care about her.

Yeah, of course I do.

She's- she's been so kind to me.

Were you looking for something
to drink?

'Cause there's coffee
and tea inside.

Oh, I must have missed that.

And don't worry,
everything's brand new.

I threw everything out, again.

Even the sugar-free stuff
that Victor kept in his drawer.

Victor kept food in his desk?

Yeah, he kept some of that

natural liquid sweetener
in there.

He didn't like to share.

The police didn't take it?

I guess they missed it.

I missed it, too.

It was jammed way
in the back.

Honestly, I forgot about it
until today.

Who else knew about
the sweetener?

Um, I did, and um, Christy.

I'm sure Deborah did.

Probably anyone who had coffee
with him.

You don't think-

Where is it now?

I threw it in the dumpster
in the back.

Cubist an inspiration?

Hilarious.

Not quite what I was going for
but I'll take it.

You're gonna have
to finish later.

We have to go.

You haven't even started
your masterpiece-

oh, you found something.

I did.

Something that requires
your real talents.

It might be the source
of the arsenic.

It's confirmed.

The sweetener Victor used
at the gallery

had been poisoned with arsenic.

Victor's killer knew
his habits well.

It's consistent with everyone
we've considered so far.

We haven't considered Lawrence.

I got a strong impression
of his feelings for Christy.

He also implied that there might
have been a relationship

between Victor and Deborah.

So Lawrence killed Victor

to rescue Christy
from a bad marriage?

It's possible.

What about Deborah?

She did teach the class,

and it did seem like she'd be
taking over the gallery

in the meantime.

But why would she kill Victor?

So it seems that Victor
Bridgestone had an art gallery

in Portland before moving
to Atlanta.

But what we didn't know is
that Victor had a partner.

A Finn Hauser.

You think this ex-partner
followed him here

and poisoned him?

Probably not.

Finn Hauser is dead.

He died three years ago
from natural causes.

That sounds familiar.

No autopsy was conducted

and when I called the hospital
that treated him

they discovered that the files
had been erased.

That's exactly the same
as Victor.

So we're looking for someone

who knew Victor in both Portland
and Atlanta.

Well, that's Deborah,
but why?

Can we get Finn's body exhumed?

Portland P.D. is working on it.

They're looking for
Finn Hauser's widow,

a Tina Hauser.

They're gonna send me
the info any minute.

But why kill Finn in Portland
and wait to kill Victor here?

Well, Simon said that
the forgeries started

before Victor move to Atlanta.

Maybe Finn figured out
what Victor was doing

so Victor killed him
to keep him quiet.

But... but who killed Victor?

Simon still has
the strongest motive.

He could be copying what
happened to Victor's partner.

Or Finn's wife exacting revenge.

Or Finn really did die
of natural causes

and Simon is trying
to throw us off.

Ok, that's Portland P.D.
emailing.

Oh, you guys aren't gonna
believe this.

Meet Finn Hauser's widow, Tina.

Tina Hauser is
Christy Bridgestone.

Remember prominent Atlanta
businessman Victor Bridgestone

who was cut down in the prime
of life from Arsenic poisoning?

Sources telling us...

How does Nancy Grace figure
this stuff out so quickly?

She's good at her job,
that's how.

...has fallen victim to
the very same poisoning,

but hold on a minute-

My uh... my name is Christina.

I used to go by Tina.

Victor, he always called me
Christy.

He thought it suited me better
so when we moved here it stuck.

I didn't mind, really,
because it um,

felt like a fresh start.

Tell us about Finn.

He was a lovely man.

And he got sick,
and he died.

And I thought my world
had ended,

but Victor, he was there for me.

He suggested we move here.

And get married.

I didn't wanna be alone.

It only made sense.

Why didn't you mention
Finn's death?

Why would I?

You must have noticed the
similarities to Victor's death.

What are you saying?

That Finn was poisoned, too?

Can you think of anyone
who would want to hurt

either of them or you?

No.

We found the source
of the poison.

It was in Victor's sweetener.

Did you drink some?

There was no sugar and he had
that bottle in his desk.

It didn't occur to you

that that might have been
what poisoned Victor?

No.

You were the heir to Finn's half
of the business in Portland.

Yes.

And now you've inherited the
entire business here in Atlanta.

Mmm.

As well as a tidy
life insurance policy.

What exactly
are you implying?

That you have a strong motive

to have killed both
of your husbands.

And the means
by which to do it.

That's crazy.
Why would I do that?

I have already profited
from the business.

But he didn't let you run it
the way you wanted to.

I would have just opened
my own gallery.

And risk losing
the forgery ring?

What forgery ring?

And why would I drink the poison
if I was the one

who put it there?

To prove your innocence.

This is not happening.

As soon as your released
you'll be brought into custody.

I know the evidence
is circumstantial

but Christy has the motive,
means, and opportunity.

Christy is emotionally distant
which could be a sign

of sociopathic behaviour.

It could also be a defence
mechanism for someone

who's been hurt badly.

I'm thinking more the former.

So do you think that Christy
would have been able

to delete Victor's file
at the hospital?

It's a possibility.

And what about the brick?

She didn't throw it herself.

Well, maybe she had a partner.

Someone who was willing
to do things for her

like break into the hospital
files, throw the brick
through the window.

Or maybe it was someone else.

Someone who's related
to the art forgeries.

Morgan.

Ok, thanks.

Forensics still can't crack
the hard drives Simon stole.

But I bet you know someone
who can.

Yeah.

You think you can do it?

Uh, they used a pretty hardcore
encryption software.

It'll take a while
but I can hack into it.

I wish you wouldn't use words
like "hack".

I gotta get back to the office.

I will check back in
in a few hours.

Hopefully Ethan hasn't changed
all my passwords by then.

As if I need hours to figure
out your passwords, Danny.

Wait, what?

You know your life is
all over the internet.

I don't usually look myself up.

Oh, I- I hope you don't mind.

I was curious.

I didn't know you were
a lawyer.

No longer practising,
but yes.

I'm sorry for what happened
to you.

Thank you.

But we're not here to talk
about me.

I know, but I get now
why I like you so much.

You really understand me.

And why is that?

We've both lost someone
important to us.

Who did you lose?

I was only ten years old
when my parents died.

I'm sorry.

It's fine, really.

Honestly, I don't even remember
them that well.

So who raised you?

My brother was given custody
of me.

He was 19.

He quit school and got a job
and proposed to his girlfriend.

So you had a new family
to grow up in.

I thought so.

But my brother's girlfriend left

and he got really sick and died
a few months after that.

He was all I had.

He died of a broken heart.

But I don't wanna
talk about him.

It's hard for me to talk about
my fiancé.

His name was Will.

Maybe if I tell you a story
about him

you can tell me a story
about your brother.

I'll try.

Hey fellas, should I get the uh,
pulled pork burrito today

or the smoked Yucatan
chicken burrito?

Whatchu think?

How about you get both?

Megan, right?

Fincher, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

I- I didn't think you went in
for mobile cuisine.

I know, I came off that way.

Mmm.

And I do like those fancy places
every now and again

but this kinda thing is just
way more my speed.

How come you didn't say that
the other day?

I was trying to impress you.

But I failed, miserably.

Miserably, yes.

Well, you're succeeding now.

Good.

So can I be honest with you?

Yes, I'd prefer it.

You mentioned this was
your favourite truck

and I was hoping I would run
into you here

so I could maybe
convince you

to give me a second chance?

I'm sorry, young lady,
that ship has sailed.

Oh, come on.
Really?

After all that?

Well, you know what?

You came down here, I-
you know, I'm free,

so I can help you order.

You are?

Yep.

Ok.

You don't have someone
you need to arrest?

Oh, oh no, I'm an investigator

for the District Attorney,
actually.

Ok.

Yeah.

Great. I am, too.

I'm uh-

Oh, you- I mean
I'm free right now.

Oh.

I am in between patients.

Oh.

Oh, I'm- I'm a doctor.

Oh.

Oh, good.

You'll be able to prescribe us
some medicine

after we get heartburn
from eating this.

I hope so.

Oh man, so sorry,
I gotta grab this.

Um...

Ok.

It's a work thing.

Sure.

Excuse me.

Go ahead.

Hey.

Are you still bringing my lunch?

Yes.

I mean no, I can't.

Do you have to go?

Who is that?

Did you dump me
for another woman?

No.

Maybe.

Fincher, tell me
all about her.

Who is she?

Nope.

Fincher.

I- look, there's nothing
to tell right now but...

it's looking good.

I'll talk to you later.

Fine. Enjoy my lunch.

Oh yes, I will.

Bye. Bye, Hailey.

This was dropped off for you.

How intriguing.

What're you doing right now?

Well, Fincher just stood me up,
so nothing.

Oh, good.

Do you wanna come see a
three-bedroom Colonial with me?

Three bedrooms seems like
a lot of house.

I know, but I figure
if I'm gonna buy a house

I may as well buy one
I can grow into.

You really hate packing.

So much.

I never wanna move again.

So you wanna go?

Hailey?

Sabrina, I'm gonna have to take
a rain check.

Ok.

Numbers, names.

High profile names.

I'm betting this is a customer
list for the forged paintings

and transit numbers for payment.

The fraud squad is gonna have
a field day with this.

You cracked the hard drives.

As if you had any doubt.

Let me pull up the second drive.

It's just numbers on this one.

Looks like bank accounts.

That one seems to correspond
with the deposits

into Simon's account.

It's payments for the forgeries.

So the other three are-

Equal.

But one of them goes dead
about two years ago.

About the same time
that Finn Hauser died.

So we can assume one of these
is Victor's account

and the other must be
another partner.

A partner who had the motive to
get rid of both Victor and Finn.

I doubt these account numbers

will lead us to our
mystery partner.

That transit number looks like
the Cayman Islands.

We may not need these
bank accounts.

This came to the office.

Isn't that Deborah,
the family friend?

She went to school with Victor

and she would have known Finn,
as well.

An argument isn't proof
of murder.

I finally found the car.

The one that belongs
to the brick-thrower.

It's registered
to a Vera Hamblin.

So it's a dead end.

You'd think so, until you
look up Vera and discover

that she has a daughter.

A daughter by the name of
Deborah Wilson.

So, I checked
your travel records.

You travel a fair bit,
going always to the same place.

Cayman Islands.

I'm sorry, Detective,
did you drag me down here

to discuss my vacation
preferences?

No, I dragged you down here
to ask

if you killed
Victor Bridgestone.

No. I did not.

But you were involved in
an art forgery ring with him.

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

The trips to the Caymans
just happen to coincide

with the large deposits
to two account numbers,

although there used
to be three of them.

Where did you get this?

Did you kill Finn Hauser, too?

Finn wasn't murdered.

Did Finn find out about
the forgery rings,

you had to shut him up?

Maybe Victor wanted out,
or you just got greedy.

You can't prove any of this.

You can't prove any of this.

I can prove your mother's car
was seen fleeing the area

outside the gallery just after
its window was shattered

by a brick.

That was a prank.

You mean a crime.

You were trying to scare
Christy, why?

Did you want the gallery
for yourself?

No.

Christy really doesn't know
about the forgery ring,

does she?

The straighter you are with me
the more I can help you.

No.

She doesn't know.

At least that's what Victor
always told me.

I was just trying to scare her

so she would think that
her life was in danger, too,

and she'd close the gallery.

I couldn't risk her
finding out after Victor died.

She would have turned you in.

In a heartbeat.

She was always jealous of
my friendship with Victor.

So you hoped by threatening her
with this brick

she'd close the gallery
for good.

That was the plan.

No one knew I was involved
with the forgeries,

not even the artist, Simon.

No one else knows about my
involvement with the forgeries,

not even the artist, Simon.

Because you used your interior
design company

to broker the sales.

Exactly.

It had all started to be
just too much for me.

I was trying to find a way out.

Is that what this argument
with Victor was about

the day before he died?

These pictures.

This is impossible.

Like I said, Deborah.

I can't help you
unless you're honest with me.

No, I'm being honest with you.

I don't know what these are
but this never happened.

Deborah was completely confused
about the photographs.

She really believes that
conversation never happened.

Maybe she just doesn't remember.

I mean, it's possible she could
have blocked out the memory

out of self-preservation,

but the rest of your interview

her behaviour was completely
consistent.

How do you mean?

Well, she tried to evade
your questions

then she tried to bluff
her answers

but when you showed her
the photographs

she dropped all the pretence
and showed her true emotion.

Complete confusion.

Well, I can see why.

According to the credit card
statement,

she was out of town the day
before Victor's death.

It doesn't mean
she didn't poison him.

But it does mean she couldn't
have been here

for these photographs
unless the date was changed.

I think you're right, Hailey.

Not about the date so much
as the whole thing.

I think these photos were faked.

Someone's trying to throw us
to Deborah.

And away from Christy.

We know Christy didn't leave you
the photos,

she's been in our custody.

Then someone is helping Christy.

I think I know who.

Hey, Lawrence.

Hi Hailey.

You're a photographer, right?

Yes.

So you know how to
manipulate photos,

Photoshop them?

I'm sorry, I've really gotta-

Did you drop off an envelope
at my office earlier?

No.

I think you did.

And I think I know why.

You're in love with Christy,
aren't you?

There's no shame in that,

but you did manipulate evidence
in a police investigation.

I'm sorry, but Christy
is innocent.

I know it.

Why didn't you go to the police?

They wouldn't listen to me.

You think they'd think
you were the killer?

I knew that you'd respond
to those photographs

and I had to get her
outta there.

Ok, so I can charge Simon
and Deborah with fraud,

I can charge Lawrence
with interfering

with a criminal investigation,
amongst other things,

but I can't charge any of them
with murder.

And I can't place any of them
in Portland

before Finn Hauser died.

So where are we at?

Maybe Christy didn't know about
the forgeries but maybe she did.

Either way, it's hard
to ignore that she's

the common denominator in
the deaths of Finn and Victor.

But she isn't confessing,
is she?

She won't talk to me.

Maybe she'll talk to you?

I know this must be confusing
for you.

It's not confusing.

I know exactly what's going on.

I just don't know why.

How's she doing?

Watch her.

Tell me what's happening.

I'm being punished.

For what?

I don't know.

But it's probably best I'm here,
then no one else will get hurt.

Do you think you're the reason
why your husbands died?

Yes.

Why?

I told you, I'm-
I'm being punished.

For what?

What do you mean?

Did your husbands die

because you feel you didn't
deserve them?

No.

Of course not.

Then why do you feel like
you're the reason?

I don't know.

How long have you felt
this way?

I've always felt this way.

First it was Curtis,
and then Finn,

and now Victor.

Who's Curtis?

What does it matter?

Don't you get it?

Everyone who loves me dies.

They're all dead.

It's my fault.

I am the one who killed them.

We got her.

So she isn't gonna
tell us who Curtis is?

I've already started checking
all the deaths

under that name in Portland
over Christy's lifetime.

Might take a while.

I can try again tomorrow.

Hey, you got her to confess
to Finn and Victor,

that'll do for now.

I'm not sure she did confess,
Danny.

I'm calling the D.A. first thing
in the morning.

We've got her, Hailey.

It's all thanks to you.

So you got Christy to confess.

More or less.

I- I don't know how you do it,
honestly.

Do what?

Well, you have a full practise

and you spend all this time
helping the police.

Why?

People need help.

I- I guess I just worry
that you can't let go

of your old way of life.

You mean that I can't let go
of what happened to Will.

See, this is what happens

when you try to be subtle
with a therapist.

Well, it's true.

I mean, I became a prosecutor

because of what happened
with Will.

And a very good one,
by all accounts.

I mean, if I couldn't bring
Will's killer to justice

then at least I could prosecute
those just like him.

But it took over my life.

Is that why you changed careers.

I suppose that's part of it.

But you can't stop yourself
from getting involved

in police business
so you're not healing.

Well, part of healing
is confronting the truth.

Without truth there are
always questions

and those questions
hold us back,

keep us tethered to the past.

I may never find Will's killer.

I may never know why that gun
was pointed at me,

but if I can give even
one person

the closure I don't have then
I will do whatever it takes.

That's noble.

And I will do whatever it takes
to stay on your good side.

I think that's a wise move.

Sources predicting at this hour
she will be charged

in the excruciating death
of her husband,

that is, husband number one.

But wait, there's a husband
number two,

also dead from the reports
I'm getting right now,

eerily similar.

Could there be a third?

Well, it's slim pickings but
I got you some of everything.

Thanks.

Oh, Christy's case is big news.

Atlanta's own black widow.

...Victor Bridgestone,

aka Christy, was just in
the local intensive care unit

having been poisoned herself.

Are you alright?

I'm just a little preoccupied.

If it's Clyde...

No, why would it be Clyde?

I want you to know
I'm not jealous.

I didn't think you were.

Good.

Wait, are you jealous?

I just said I wasn't.

I know.

It's just... he's so good
at everything.

Is he?

He's a successful businessman,
he knows art,

and he knows all about a time
in your life

that you don't like
to talk about.

I'm sorry that I don't talk more
about Will.

It's something I need
to work on.

I'm not forcing you to.

I know.

And I realize that it's hard
to be shut out of

an important time in my life.

I just want you to feel like you
can talk to me about Will.

Not that you have to.

I do. Thank you.

Well, now that I've told you
what's on my mind,

how about you tell me
what's on yours?

I may have encouraged a woman
to confess to a crime

that I'm not entirely sure
she committed.

Does Danny believe she did it?

Because of me he does.

I'm happy you're in such
a good mood today, Nicole.

I am.

I feel like I have a whole
future ahead of me.

I feel like I can finally let go
of the past.

What changed?

You know, the world just seems
to be righting itself.

Bad people getting
their just desserts.

What's funny?

Just desserts.

You know, and he died
from poisoned sweetener.

Victor Bridgestone.

Now Christy's going to prison
for it.

How did you know about that?

It's all over the news.

Atlanta's black widow.

I love it.

No, how did you know about
the sweetener?

That detail was not released
to the press.

You know, you never told me
your brother's name.

Haven't I?

Curtis.

His name was Curtis.

And the girlfriend who broke
his heart?

You already know her name.

Christy.

Well, she went by Tina
back then.

All this time it was you.

I never planned on telling
anyone any of this.

But you understand.

You're different.

Nicole, you cannot let an
innocent woman go to prison.

You have to tell the police
what you've done.

No I don't.

Then I will.

You would never betray me.

Even if you wanted to you can't.

This is all covered under
therapist patient privilege.

It's our secret.

Together.

You blamed Christy all these
years for your brother's death?

Because it was her fault.

She left.

She broke his heart.

I lost the only person who cared
about me.

I made sure no one could care
about her, either.

So you killed Finn Hauser
in Portland.

The same way as Victor.

Where did you get the arsenic?

You can get practically anything
on the internet,

no questions asked.

Oh, this is fun.

What else do you wanna know?

You volunteered at the hospital
in Portland, too.

Is that how you deleted the
files and avoided the autopsy?

Portland was so easy, I knew
I could keep doing it.

Whoever Tina married
I'd take care of.

Then Tina became Christy
and she moved to Atlanta,

marrying Victor Bridgestone.

It took me a year to find her.

But I did.

I even found a place to live
near her.

Weren't you afraid
she'd recognize you?

I was just a kid the last time
she saw me.

So you were the one who broke
in the gallery,

only you didn't steal anything.

You just put arsenic
in his sweetener.

You almost killed Christy, too.

That would have
been disappointing.

I don't want her dead
I want her to suffer.

So why come to me?

Am I part of your plan?

Not at all.

I didn't know you were
a District Attorney

until after a few sessions.

But I stayed because you really
have helped me.

You understand me
like no one ever has.

I understand loss.

I don't understand revenge.

But you will.

When you find
your fiancé's killer

you'll know what
you need to do.

You'll see.

So, what's next for you,
Nicole?

I never thought
it would be over,

but now that Christy's going
to prison for two murders

she'll never be happy.

For the first time
I can remember

I have a whole life ahead of me

and I have you to help me figure
out what to do with it.

Thank you, Hailey.

Hey!

What's going on?

You're running like your life
depends on it.

It's not my life
I'm worried about.

You wanna talk about it?

I can't.

I can't tell you
what's going on,

even though an innocent person
may go to prison

for a crime they didn't commit
I can't say anything.

Well then you can only hope
the system will work it out.

Jonas, I used to be part
of the system.

It doesn't usually work
that way.

Whatcha looking at?

Or should I say "who"?

You just love to ask me
questions I can't answer.

You know, Fincher, sometimes
I miss investigating cases

for the D.A. with you.

Things were so simple then.

I don't know about simple,
but today I'll give you boring.

I'm currently staking out
this apartment in the extremely

unlikely event that the person
in question will show up.

I say extremely unlikely
because I just found out

that he's currently
under surveillance

by another investigator
all the way across town.

Hmm.

Good.

So you can talk.

Shouldn't you be at the office?

I cancelled my patients.

Something's wrong.

And I don't know how
to fix it.

That doesn't sound like you.

So the dilemma,

either I do the right thing
or I follow the law.

Those two things
aren't usually different.

Exactly.

Sounds like you know something
the cops don't.

I do.

Yeah, and most of the time
it means

you can't tell 'em what it is.

And therein lies my dilemma.

You know what's so great
about the law?

Oh, tell me, Fincher.

It's like a big old beautiful
old tree.

Right?

The trunk us unyielding
but the branches,

they- they sway and bend
and move around.

It usually takes a violent
action to break one.

That's very poetic.

I'm not sure how helpful
it is.

Don't break the branch,
Hailey.

Be the breeze that bends it.

Well, hello, fair Hailey.

What's with the good mood?

Seeing justice done
makes me happy.

Then don't put the case
against Christy

to the D. A. just yet.

And why is that?

You trust me, don't you?

More than anyone.

Then please.

I can't stall for very long.

Hailey, what's going on?

Don't ask, I can't tell you.

Are you in trouble?

No, but I need to see Christy.

Ok, but she's just been
transferred to the court house.

That's perfect, actually.

I don't understand.

Look, Christy, I just pulled
every favour I have left

to get you remanded
in my custody.

I'm taking a huge risk here
so no more questions,

just get in the car, alright?

Ok.

This is nice.

A session outdoors.

Think of it as a field trip.

I'm glad you're not angry
with me.

I wasn't sure after
the last session.

You're my patient.

Your well-being is
my responsibility.

What is she doing out of jail?

The charges were dropped.

I didn't hear that
on the news.

It just happened.

You're getting angry, Nicole.

Because Christy's supposed to be
rotting in jail.

She's innocent.

The system was bound
to see it eventually.

You brought me here
on purpose.

I did.

I can't tell anyone
what you've done.

All I can do is help you heal.

Let go of your anger,
let go of your blame.

You've had your revenge,
Nicole.

Christy has to live
with her sadness

for the rest of her life.

It's time for you both
to move on.

Do you want to?

Move on?

Yes.

Then forget Christy.

Just focus on your future.

I'm sorry, we're closed.

Tina?

You don't recognize me,
do you?

Oh, I know you think
I'm your neighbour,

I am, but I'm also someone
you once knew.

Nicole.

Curtis's sister.

Nicole?

I- I haven't seen you since
you were 12 years old.

So you do remember me.

And Curtis?

Of course I do.

Why wouldn't you tell me
who you were?

You remember how
you left my brother?

You remember how he died
soon after?

Yeah, I remember.

You killed him.

Nicole, he had a heart
condition.

And you leaving him
was the last straw.

His heart broke.

I'm... so sorry that I left.

I left him but I was just- I was
too young and he was sick.

It was too much for me
to handle.

Is that true?

Oh, I regret it more than
you would ever know.

I have never forgotten
about him.

That didn't stop you
from getting married again.

Twice.

And you didn't leave
Finn or Victor

when they got ill,
did you?

How do you know about that?

I thought about poisoning
you too.

Just like I poisoned your poor,
sad husbands.

But I wanna be there
when you die.

I wanna see your face go blank.

Just like Curtis's.

Nicole, put the gun down.

Hailey, what're you doing here?

You told her?

I didn't.

Did you follow me?

Part of me hoped you would
move on for your sake,

but I knew you couldn't let go
of your anger.

You set me up.

You chose your own path, Nicole.

Well, I'm the one with the gun,
Hailey.

And you still can't tell anyone
what I've told you.

I don't need to.

You just confessed
of your own free will.

Confessed to who?

To Tina?

She won't live to tell
another soul.

And neither will you.

Ah, put the gun down!

Put it down!

Now! Now!

You're under arrest for
the murders of Finn Hauser

and Victor Bridgestone,

and the attempted murder
of Christy Bridgestone.

Christy, you did really well.

I- I didn't know.

All this time she-
she'd been stalking me.

Murdering my husbands.

It's the only way she could

make sense of what happened
to Curtis.

She needed you to suffer
just like she suffered.

It's just it's- it's a bit
overwhelming. I-

I know.

Just give me a call when you're
ready to talk.

Thank you. I will.

Christy, we'll get that
mic off you now.

You alright?

I'm ok.

Thanks to that wire we have
a solid case against Nicole.

And I have a bunch of witnesses
to opt to the D.A.

Thanks for trusting me,
you guys.

Hey, when Hailey Dean springs
a murder suspect out of jail,

then asks me to put a wire
on her and set up surveillance

outside her art gallery,
I'm not gonna say no.

I'm gonna remember that
for next time.

Oh, no, no, no.

Please, don't tell me
there's gonna be a next time.

I've been stress eating
all day.

How is that any different
from normal eating, Fincher?

You know, speaking of eating...

Are you kidding me?

Didn't you just have
your midnight snack?

No.

Really?

Uh, yeah. I did.

Wait, wait, wait,

he really took you to a food
truck on your first date?

It was actually my idea.

My kinda woman.

Ooh.

So how come you've never
taken me

to one of these fabled
food trucks?

Because I eat at them every day
with Fincher and as much

as I love burritos there's
a whole world of food

to enjoy with you, Jonas.

Alright, that's a pretty
good answer.

That's a good save.

Really good save.
I like it.

You guys want some Parmesan
and some uh...

Uh, chilli.

Chilli flakes?

I'm coming with you.

Ok.

I got my own.

Ok, ok.

So...

So.

I like her.

Yeah, I like her, too.

I'm happy for you, Finch.

I'm happy for you, too.

We looked at each other
at the same time.

Why are you so suspicious
all of a sudden?

That's so sweet.

And I thought that was
very sweet.

So there it is.

Well, thanks for the tour.

You're welcome.

Is this new?

Oh yeah, this-
this just came in.

It's beautiful.

Thanks.

It was well worth the wait.

Hey guys, pizza's up.

Great. Good call.

The last time I watched
the Wolverines

in the State championship

I was drinking apple juice
instead of beer.

Game's about to start.

Hey, Wolverines, let's go!

Hey, Clyde, I just wanted to
thank you for reintroducing me

to my old life.

In a good way, I hope.

In a good way.

Yeah.

Alright.

Give me some of this.

There you go.

Let's do this.

It's nice to feel like,
you know,

this is what Will would be doing
if he were here.

You know, Danny,
I think I'm ready.

Ready for what?

To find Will's killer
once and for all.

Ok, this is pretty
and everything,

but why are we here?

You wanted to know more about
my past.

I didn't think telling you

a bunch of random stories
would help.

But this place is special?

This is where our group spent
some of our best times.

It's where Will proposed to me.

Ah.

When was the last time
you were here?

Right after he was killed.

This is where we spread
his ashes.

Thanks for bringing me here,
Hailey.

It means a lot.

So you want me
to show you around?

I can take you to the site
of the infamous

marshmallow incident
of junior year.

I'll be happy to go wherever
you wanna take me.

Are you cold?

No, I just...

Are you alright?

I just had a feeling that...

Do you wanna leave?

No, it's nothing.

Everything's good.