Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 5 - Talk to the Hand - full transcript

And now it's time

for another episode
of Mr. Bill's Safety Tips.

Oh, hey, everybody.

Today we're gonna show you
some safety tips

for around the kitchen.

Now first,

you should never leave
sharp objects lying around.

You're right, Mr. Bill.

I'm gonna put this away
right now.

Good idea, Allison.

No, wait! No! Oh! Oh!



You know, things don't have
to be sharp to be unsafe.

Like plastic bags.

You can suffocate in one
of these.

Say, Mr. Bill,
I couldn't finish lunch.

You should
never be wasteful.

That's right, Allison.

It's never good to waste food,

but, uh, hey,
I'm in here, and...

No, wait! Don't do that!
I can't breathe! No!

And finally, it's important

to always turn the handles
of your pots inward

so you don't knock them over
while cooking.

Oh, thank you,
Mr. Bill.

I'll take care
of that right now.



Let's just get you out
of the way.

Oh, no, Allison,
I'm catching on.

I think you just want
to be mean to me.

Why, what do you
mean, Mr. Bill?

So you just leave me alone
right this minute.

Mr. Bill, quit giving
me a hard time.

No, wait! Oh! Oh!

Allison?
Allison?

You awake?

The procedure went well.

I was explaining
to your husband

that, uh, your burns were
a little more severe

than we initially thought.

But the skin graft took
without any complications.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, we've performed
what's called an allograft.

That means we've grafted
some healthy skin tissue

we got from a donor
onto your burns.

The healthy skin tissue
should promote healing.

You'll feel some itching,

maybe some discomfort
over the next few weeks.

But in about a month

you'll be almost
as good as new.

I'll be releasing you

as soon as the effects of
the anesthesia wear off.

But tell me again
how it happened.

Oh...
It was so stupid.

I-I was cooking dinner.

Then the phone rang,

and I-I ran to get it,

and I bumped my arm
into the handle

of a pot of boiling water.

That's why you're supposed
to turn those...

...pot handles in.

♪ Medium 7x05 ♪
Talk to the Hand
Original Air Date on October 22, 2010

Okay, so it's
really late,

so you just get in your
bedclothes, okay,

and I'll take care
of everything in
the kitchen.

You okay?

Yeah, babe, I'm okay.

Well, Marie already went to bed.

And I cleaned up the kitchen.

That's a lot of bandages.

Okay, yow...

All right, so Marie's got
a play date

with, um...
Emily in the morning

and Bridgette's got
soccer practice at 9:30.

I just can't get over
how they make

these team practices...
You okay?

so early on Sundays
mornings.

Well, she's in
middle school now,

so it's time
for everyone

to start taking sports
way too seriously.

She's the equipment
manager,

so if she doesn't bring
the cones and the balls

and whatever else is
cluttering up

our garage right now...

It's okay. I'll take her.

It's hard to believe

that these skin grafts aren't
gonna leave a scar.

I know. It's pretty amazing
how an allograft works.

They count on the body's immune
system rejecting the donor skin.

That's why there's no scar.

It just has to stay on there
long enough

to help the body heal.
It's all very efficient.

Look at you.

You look like a little boy
playing with a new train set.

Well, okay, I'll admit it.

I knocked over that pot
on purpose.

I did it for you.

You're the best.

MAN
Leave your name, your number,

and a brief message.
Thanks a lot.

Hey, sweetie, it's Monica.

I just wanted to tell you
that I wore the necklace

you gave me
to the hospital today.

Got compliments all day long.

Everyone said the emerald's
beautiful.

I love it, and I love you.

Can't wait to see you.

Bye.

Kinda sounds like a
woman named Monica Janeway.

She's a resident at Casa Valley
Memorial Hospital.

According to the police report,

she was believed to have been
forcibly abducted

from her apartment
about a week ago.

Yeah, I saw the man
who took her.

Well, you want to meet me

over at headquarters?
See if we can generate a sketch?

Lee, it's Sunday.

You're supposed to be
recuperating.

Am I starting something?

I don't want
to be starting anything.

If you're supposed
to be resting...

Nah. She just loves me and
that's her way of showing it.

I'm just all bandaged up,
but I'm fine.

Yeah, yeah,
well, me, too.

Okay, two hours.
I'll see you there.

I'll try and take a look
at the case file

before you get there.

Okay, see you
in two hours.

All right, guys, here's your
snacks for your team.

Gotta get ready.
Turn off the TV

'cause you gotta be ready

by the time Daddy comes
out of the shower.

Hey...

Okay, have fun. We'll see you in
a couple of hours, okay?

All right. Bye, Dad.
Bye, sweetie.

See you in a few hours.
All right.

Excuse me.

Are you Bridgette's dad?

Hi. Yeah, I'm Joe Dubois.

Hi.
Josh Whitman.

This is my
daughter Hailey.
Hello, Hailey!

This is my youngest, Marie.

So where have you been
hiding that Bridgette?

Excuse me?

Bridgette.
She's quite the phenom.

Oh, really?
You think so?
Yeah. Well,

Hailey's my youngest.
Youngest of three.

All my girls
played soccer.

In all that time,

Bridgette is the first
seventh grader

I've ever seen start
for the team.

Oh, no, you must be mistaken.

Um, Bridgette's the equipment
manager, she's not a player.

Well, that was
Bridgette Dubois

that just walked away
from your car, right?

Yeah.

She's not just the
equipment manager.

She's the starting goalie.

And probably the best
player on the team.

Hey, Bridge!

Dad?

Is something wrong?

Uh, no, but are you...

are you one
of the players?

Yeah, I guess.

You guess?

Yeah. Well, uh... the girl
who played before me was goalie,

she, uh, she hurt herself,

so they put me out there
for practice,

and, uh... I guess
I was pretty good.

Wow!

Yeah. Well, don't you have to go
drop Marie off at Emily's house?

Yeah, in a minute.

But Bridge, why didn't you tell
us that you were on the team?

I don't understand.

Your mom and I would love
to come watch you play.

Well, that's kinda the reason
why I didn't tell you.

I mean, I'd get nervous.

There's really a lot of pressure
out there already,

and some of the parents out
there, they take it

really, really seriously.
But your mom and I
aren't like that.

Bridgette!

On the field.

We're starting

with penalty kicks
today.

You're not mad, are you?

No, no, I'm not mad.

I just, I would just,
I'd love to watch you play.

Dubois?

It's okay.
Yeah. Go.

We can't stay today, anyway.

So this is the guy

you saw break into her house
and Taser her?

You sure?

Positive.

Hmm...

I think he's already

in the case file.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is him,
Doctor Heath Timlin.

Now, he's the Chief Surgeon

at the Transplant Surgery Center
at Casa Memorial--

the same hospital
where Monica was a resident.

This is him.
This is the man I dreamt about.

Allison, this man, he's one

of the top guys in his field,
you know?

He's-He's not your, uh...
typical kidnapper.

Well, does he have an alibi?

Where was he the night
that she disappeared?

At home. Lives alone.

Okay, look, you saw
what you saw. I get it.

Maybe sometime this week
if I have a couple minutes

I'll personally take a second
look at Timlin, okay?

I'll track him down. I'll ask
him some questions myself.

But for the meantime,
hey, it's Sunday.

What do you say
you and I get out of here?

Allison?

Allison, can I have
my arm back, please?

I... I-I can't,
I swear to God.

I'm not doing that.

I swear to God,
I got two eyes.

I can feel it on my arm.

You absolutely are
doing this.

Can you let go?

I can't! It...

It's like it doesn't
want you to leave.

What the hell was that?

I don't know,
I swear to you.

It's like I lost
control of my hand.

And the point
of this is...?

I don't know.

I'm not doing it.

Look, what if I said maybe
I'll call the doctor today?

I seem to have struck a nerve.

But I swear, I'm as
bewildered as you are.

You might want
to get that looked at.

Make a fist for me.

Then release.

Hmm, I'm not sure what
to say, Mrs. Dubois.

Your hand looks
just fine to me.

Better than fine,
given your injury.

Fine? I lost complete control
of this hand this afternoon.

There are tests we can run
for that, if you like--

EMG, nerve conduction--

but I'm certain
that's not your problem.

There's no numbness,
no sign of ulnar dysfunction.

You have full
range of motion.

Even the graft
is coming along nicely.

Are you, uh, superstitious?

Excuse me?

I hope you're not
dwelling unduly

on where the donated
material for your graft

might have come from.

What do you mean?

Well, we talked
about this

the night
of your procedure.

I know you were in
a great deal of pain,

but you and your husband
both indicated

that you understood.

You do recall that
your graft came

from a deceased person,
don't you?

No.

Actually, I don't. But...

I guess I do now.

Wow.

Hey. I called a cab.

I got here as fast
as I could.

So what happened?

Why didn't the doctor want
you to drive yourself home?

It's a long story.

The skin graft came
from a dead person.

So?

So... I'm me.

I see dead people.

I talk to dead people.
Yeah.

I dream about
dead people.

Okay, and?

And this hand and arm

are starting to do things
of their own accord.

Picking up things,
touching people,

doing all kinds
of hand things

without me even knowing
that they're doing it.

Are you saying
your hand is possessed?

It's not funny.

It is a little funny.

And what people
did you touch?

Detective Scanlon.
I grabbed his arm.

Okay, come on, wipe
the smile off your face.

This is frightening.

I mean, it's like my hand
has a mind of its own.

I can't drive anymore.

What if this skin came from
some kind of suicidal person?

What if it came from
a great chef?

What if it wants to steer me
into a tree or something?

As opposed to making you
simply grab the arms

of attractive men
in law enforcement?

Allison, I don't know
how to participate

in this conversation.
I just don't.

I mean, look, the skin
on your arm is dead, okay?

Now if you don't want
to drive, then that's fine.

I can, you know, I can
do the driving for
the next few days

until the graft on your arm
falls off, okay?

We'll make it work.

Now I need to talk
to you about Bridgette.

Well, it's not
going to happen.

She said she doesn't
want us at the game.

She says it's
too much pressure.
She doesn't want us there?

Why doesn't she
want us there?

By the way, when did she
get the right to decide?

I kind of understand it.

I mean, she's on a streak.

Her team's doing great.

She doesn't want anything
to screw it up.

How are we going to screw it up?
It's not like we're lunatics.

It's not like we're
going to paint our faces
and curse at the refs.

We just want to see our kid
do something she's good at.

Well, of course, but if
she doesn't want us there...

After I pick up Marie
from school tomorrow,
I'm going to the game.

What?
There's two games
left in the season.

If Bridgette's team
wins them both, then
they go to the playoffs.

Tomorrow's the first game.
I'm going to the game.

Joe.
I'm going to wait
till the game starts,

and then I'm going
to sneak in.

She'll never even
know I was there.

Weren't you the one who just
said we're not lunatics?

What the hell's
going on, Heath?

What's so important I
had to meet you here in
the middle of the night?

We have a mutual problem.
Thought I'd make you
part of the solution.

Who is this?

Morning, Dr. Janeway.

Night, Dr. Janeway.

♪ ♪

What the...?

Night, Dr. Janeway.

That doctor-- the one that
I saw take Dr. Janeway--

you spoke to him?

Don't know what
to tell you, Allison.

I questioned him
for nearly an hour.

There's nothing at all
to connect him

to Monica Janeway's
disappearance.

He has an alibi?
Same as before.

At home, alone.

Listen, it's not a crime
to live by yourself.

Look, he offered to let us
search his home, his office.

He didn't act like
he was hiding anything.

That's because he didn't take
her to his house or his office.

I think the man that
Dr. Timlin met,

I think they were at
his place of business.

Now if we can find that place,
if we can find that man...

Welcome to the Lundgren
Funeral Home.

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What's going on?

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My staff and I pride ourselves
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My name...

You want to tell me
what just happened here?

I think it has to do with
this skin graft.

I think whoever I got
the skin from

must have really loved
TV remote controls.

And yes, I know
how that sounds.

I'm just going to go back
to my desk.

♪ ♪

Why can't we cheer again?

Because, sweetie, we don't want
Bridgette to notice us.

Why?
Because she said it would
make her nervous.

Why?
I... Can we not do
this right now, please?

Oh!

Did you see that?

That was your sister--
she just did that.

Look, look, look, look. Yes!

Hey, Daddy, who's that man?

What man?

The one standing
with Bridgette.

The one telling

her what to do.
Huh?

I don't see any man.

He's right there
in the red jacket.

He's definitely telling
her what to do.

I know I have
to take a bath.

Hey, Marie, honey, why don't you
come watch a little TV

in the living room.

Hey, hey, hey.

Am I in trouble?

No, not in trouble.

We want to talk to you about
your friend in the red jacket.

Your soccer friend?

Marie and I went
to your game today,

and she saw him
standing next to you

telling you what to do.

What?! But I told you that
I didn't want you to come!

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't be mad at Daddy.

You know what, he was just
excited. He was proud of you.

This is not about
what I did.

It's about what you did.

I didn't do
anything wrong.

Now is it true?

Is there some dead guy
helping you in goal?

This is why I didn't
want you guys coming.

Bridge, hold on now.

This is serious.

I don't like the idea of you
hanging out with adults

that we don't know.

Even if they're dead.

And I certainly don't like
the idea of you cheating.

I'm not cheating!

I'm not sure if she's
actually cheating.

What are you talking about?

Look, if there's
somebody there

that-that nobody else
can see but her,

and he's telling
her what to do,

in my mind that's playing
with an unfair advantage.

It's cheating.

Honey, tell us
about this man.

Who is this man?

He's some old soccer coach,
okay?

I met him a few weeks ago, right
after our goalie got hurt.

When tryouts came along, he
started telling me what to do.

When I made the team,

he kind of stuck around.

And he's kind of been
coaching me ever since.

Coaching you how?

Well...

He's been telling me
where the ball's going

and where I have to be
to stop it.

All right, well, that sure
sounds like cheating to me.

Why? Just because I'm the only
person who can see him?

Well, there's a lot of other
girls on our team

who are taller than me.

And they can kick a ball
farther than I can.

And nobody calls that cheating.

And then there's girls
that are faster than me.

But that's fine.

So why is it that the one
thing that I can do,

that maybe other people can't,

that thing
is called cheating?

I know you want me
to agree with you,

but I don't think it's as
simple as all that.

As all what?

It's unfair.
It's cheating.

Well, no, she's just using
what she's got,

just like every other girl
on that team.

What?

And you know, she is part
of that team.

She's not just
carrying equipment.

And she's got friends.
People like her.

I'm not sure you want
to ruin all that.

Ow, that's too tight.

Okay, you know
what, this is nuts.

Look, I-I don't care
what your hand did today,

I'm not restraining it
while you've got grafts

that are
still healing.

What? So I'm supposed to just

let my hand do
whatever it wants?

I don't know.

Well, fine.

You should've seen that doctor
talking to Devalos today.

So smug.

I know that he kidnapped
that woman.

I know he had a partner.

I just can't prove it.

I can't even prove
this second man exists.

What, are we not speaking?

No, we're speaking.

I just, I just don't
have anything to add.

Except, do you know how many
sentences you begin

with the words
"I know"?

"I know he had
a partner.

"I know he kidnapped
that woman.

"I know taking
instructions

from a dead soccer
coach isn't cheating."

What's it like
knowing everything?

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My staff and I pride ourselves
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funeral services

at affordable prices.

My name is Wayne Lundgren.

Who is this?

Wayne Lundgren.

Wayne Lundgren.

Good work, hand.

No, I've never seen this girl before.

You say she's
gone missing?

It's terrible.

My condolences
to her family.

But, uh, I still
don't understand

what brings you here.

Just following up on a lead.

Ever met a surgeon named
Heath Timlin?

Dr. Timlin? Of course.

His mother died last year;

I arranged the funeral service
for her.

Is he connected
to that girl in some way?

Well, they work together at
Casa Valley Memorial Hospital.

Huh.

Well, like I said,
I've never met her.

Forgive me, I've got
two different viewings

going on right now.

Uh, you're more than welcome
to take a look around,

but please do remember there
are people in mourning here.

Okay.

He's lying.

He knows
Dr. Timlin's...

Allison, could you not?

Hey, I'll bet you
this is the building

I saw Dr. Timlin
drive his car into in my dream.

I think this is where he brought
Monica Janeway.

Okay, but stop pointing.

What?

♪ ♪

Nobody home?

Nobody with anything to say.

Okay.

So who are you, now?

Excuse me.

What in the name of God
are you doing to my husband?

I am so sorry.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Do you work here?

Get your hand

out of that casket.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna have to ask
both of you to leave now.

Now.

I-- please...

Now.
I'm so sorry.

My condolences.

Mine, too.

♪ ♪

That's okay,
Bridgette.

Good effort.

Why don't you sub out,
get yourself some water.

We don't want to tire you out
before the big game tomorrow.

Good job.

Let's hustle.

Come off the line
and stay square to the ball.

How many times
do I have to say it?

You think you're gonna get this
team into the playoffs tomorrow

if you can't even remember
the fundamentals?

I'm sorry, Coach Swanson.

"Sorry" doesn't win

championships, Bridgette.

Focus does.

And hard work.

And listening to the people who
are here to help you succeed.

Like me.

I don't know.

I'm not so sure about that.

My dad thinks what we're doing
is cheating.

What are you
talking about?

How can coaching be cheating?

I'm just doing what I've done
all my life:

helping kids like you
do your best.

Yeah, it's just,
I know a lot of people like you,

and... I know that they can see
a lot from where they are.

I guess I was just thinking
that if, you know,

you could see where
all the shots are gonna go...

Look, you don't want me here...

I will happily find some other
athlete who needs my help.

But I want you to be clear
about something, young lady.

I am not a cheater.

And you are not a cheater.

Now, I don't know where
you're getting your information,

but I cannot see where the ball
is going to go.

What I can do is
what I could always do:

study the opposition,
learn their habits,

identify their weaknesses,
and then share those things

with my players.

Hmm?
Hmm.

Now, if that's
not something

you're interested in,
that's fine.

Just say the word,
I'll be on my way.

You think about it.

Just keep in mind,

I won't be the only one
you'll be disappointing.

This is you, right?

That's you
doing that?

Yes, this is me.

And so is this.

And this. And this.

That's uncalled for.

I'm just trying to help.

You're the one who tried to take
the pants off a corpse today.

Oh, thank you very much.

So you gonna see him again?

Why, you jealous?

Touché.

I still have
one good hand left.

Thank God for that.

Better to kiss you with.

Let's get her
on the table.

What the hell is going on?

Who is this woman?
She's a resident

at the hospital.

I'm afraid she's
figured out

what we've
been up to.

What? How?

Everyone in
the surgical department knows

I'm in charge of the tissue bank

where the hospital gets
most of its skin and bone.

She noticed

that some of the
bone they'd acquired

from me had cancerous
cells in it.

Now, there's no way someone
with cancer is gonna make it

through the normal
organ donation protocols.

She figured

something was up.

She was gonna report it.

She came to me as a courtesy.

Thought there'd been
some kind of oversight.

You told me that this was
all untraceable.

These people we're cutting up
are not donors.

I faked the paperwork
on all the tissue

that comes out of this place.

How else am I gonna sell it?

So, yeah, Wayne,
we're untraceable.

As long as
nobody conducts

a probe into my tissue bank,
as long as you don't sell me

any more bone from a guy
with stage three cancer.

What are you
gonna do to her?

Get rid of her,
of course.

We're gonna get rid of her.

Go fire up your crematorium.

Soon as I'm done with
Dr. Janeway, we can burn up

what's left of her.

"What's left of her"?

Don't be so queasy.

This girl's tissue is gonna
bring us a lot of money.

If you were sick,
wouldn't you want the bone

of a healthy young woman?

Wouldn't you love just a...

just a little bit
of that flawless skin?

Oh, my God.

Monica, is that you?

I'm sorry... you believe
you've been walking around

with a piece of
Monica Janeway's skin?

Yes.

That transplant surgeon,
Dr. Timlin,

he owns a tissue bank.

He sells bone and skin
to hospitals

all over the Southwest.

He pays Wayne
Lundgren

to take tissue from the corpses
at his funeral home...

from people who aren't even
organ donors.

Then Timlin fakes
the donation paperwork

and sells the organs
on the open market.

It's quite a story.

Well, it gets better than that.

When Monica Janeway figured out
what he was doing,

Timlin murdered her,
then cut her up for parts.

I wound up with a piece
of her skin on my arm.

Wait a second,
Allison.

The guy's a
transplant surgeon.

He's got to be making
in the high six figures.

Why would he be sneaking
around dissecting people?

What, rich people
don't want to be richer?

Come on, the guy's been divorced
three times.

That's a lot of alimony.

Look, I'm telling you, I have
Dr. Janeway's skin on my arm.

If we can prove that
my skin graft matches her DNA,

and we can get
the hospital to verify

that this skin came from
Dr. Timlin's tissue bank...

Then the doctor
would have to explain

how he came to sell the skin
of a missing woman.

Got it.

I'll run the test
right away.

In the meantime, make sure
you have some officers

following both the funeral
home owner and Dr. Timlin.

If the skin on Allison's arm
matches Monica Janeway's DNA,

I'll want them both
picked up right away.

It'll match. It's her skin.

So what do you think,
Coach Swanson?

How much are we gonna
win this one by?

Open your eyes, Dubois.

This team you're playing today?

They are a formidable force.

Talk to me, Coach.

That ball gonna make it here?

Left side?

Right side?

Come on. What's your instinct?

Coach?

Coach, a little help?

It's okay, Bridgette.
Good effort.

Let's hustle.

Let's go.

"Coach D. Swanson"?

That's the half!

It's okay, ladies.
It's just one half.

We have 30 more minutes
to make a game of it.

Let's go! Let's hustle!

Hey, you okay, Bridge?

You seem a little... off today.

Yeah, it's just,

I think I might have hurt
my knee.

Maybe I should sit out
the rest of the game.

Really?
You're in that much pain?

Why don't you try
walking it off?

See how you feel in ten minutes.

Hey, Dubois...

how you holding up?

How am I holding up?

Not so good.

I can't believe

that you gave me that whole
entire lecture yesterday

about cheating.

You!
The biggest cheater of all time.

Why you say that?

Just 'cause I didn't help you
for part of a game?

Come on.

I saw the sign.

I get it now.

That's your team.

And this is your field.

And the only reason you helped
me out in the first place is

because you wanted to play
a team

that you knew you could beat

so that you'd be certain to go
to the championships.

Well, wait a second.

And the reason
you accepted my help?

Wasn't it because you thought it
would make you a winner?

Wasn't it because
you liked being popular?

Liked having friends?

How is that not cheating?

Did you practice more
than everyone else?

Did you spend
every moment after school

honing your moves?

Changing your diet?

Exercising to improve your body?

No, you did not.

You let someone else tell you
what to do,

and then you took

the credit for it.

Talk about the pot
calling the kettle black.

Bridgette Dubois, you are a lazy
little girl who wants

to be on a winning team,
but has no interest in doing

any of the work
to make it happen.

You're as phony
as that limp you used

getting over here.

My old team is going
to destroy you.

Or destroy whoever
it is they end up
putting in

to take your place.

Now limp on back
to your bench

and stop acting
like you've been wronged.

You're going to get out
of this thing

exactly what
you've put into it...

nothing.

Dubois, come on!
Let's take

a look at that knee

and figure out what we're doing
for the second half!

I'll be right there.

Thanks for giving me
the last word.

Bridgette Dubois, you are
a lazy little girl who wants

to be on a winning team,
but has no interest in doing

any of the work
to make it happen.

You're as phony as that limp
you used getting over here.

So how's that knee?

It's great.

I'm great.

I'm hungry!

The pasta'll be ready
in a few minutes.

Hopefully, your sister will be
here by then.

Hey. Hello?

Hey. Ask me
how we did.

How did you do?

They killed us eight to two.

Oh, no!

Now ask me how I did?

Okay. How'd you do?

I never played
so hard in my life.

It was great.

It was awful.

But it was great.

I made a ton
of mistakes,

but I put everything
I had into it.

And I actually got
something out of it.

Mistakes?
I'm confused.

I didn't think
your friend the ghost

let you make mistakes.

Yeah, well, he decided
not to show up today.

For me, anyways.
And I'm glad.

And by the way,
next season?

I'd love for you guys
to come to my games.

You, too, Marie.

Ooh.

Hello?

Allison, it's Manuel.
I thought you'd want to know

that we have the preliminary
results back from the DNA test

we ran on your skin graft
this morning.

I'm sorry, but we're not getting
a match

for Monica Janeway's DNA.

What?

Apparently ever since the graft
was applied to your arm,

it's been mingling
with your own skin,

and that's made it impossible
to obtain

any sort of usable DNA
sample from the tissue.

I'm sorry, but I thought
you'd want to know.

Allison?

No, no, it's okay.

Thanks for calling.

We're gonna have
to be careful with
this one, Doc.

Right.
Of course.

Got a long life ahead
of him, this one.

No, you don't understand.

We're not cremating this one.

The family wants an open casket,

and the viewing is tomorrow.

So if you take too much tissue
from him, they'll notice.

Relax, Wayne.

I'm only gonna take skin and
bone from below the waist.

No one's gonna be
any the wiser.

We reached out to the family of
the man you dreamt about.

His name was Norman Kent.

When we told his widow that

we suspected her
late husband had

been a victim of Lundgren
and Timlin's scheme,

she gave us permission
to exhume his corpse.

No sooner had the medical
examiner removed

Mr. Kent's pants than she
discovered a significant amount

of skin tissue was missing.

In addition, the bones

of his hips and legs
had been replaced

with common PVC piping.

We confronted Lundgren
with the evidence,

and he copped
to the scam right away.

We're picking up Dr. Timlin
as we speak.

Well, good.
So they're both under arrest

or they will be.

Well, they're both under arrest
for conspiring to sell organs.

But Lundgren didn't admit
to killing Monica Janeway.

And there's still nothing
concrete

tying her to either man.

I don't understand.

They're just gonna get away with
chopping her to pieces?

They'll each do jail time for
their role in the organ scam.

But at this point, it's
a very real possibility

that they'll never be held
accountable

for the murder
of Dr. Janeway.

♪ ♪

Monica, what are you doing?

Why don't you want me to leave?

What? Is something wrong?

Why are you staring at me?

I don't know.

I-I work for the District
Attorney's office.

Um, ma'am, do mind me asking you
what you're doing here?

I'm waiting for my husband,
Wayne Lundgren.

He said the police had
a few questions for him.

What are you doing?!
My husband gave me
that necklace.

Give that back to me!

I am so sorry.

I don't even know why
I just did that.

Give me that back!
My husband gave that to me.

Well, it wasn't
your husband's to give.

It belongs to a woman named
Monica Janeway.

A woman that your husband
helped murder.

What are you talking about?

My Wayne?

Yes, your Wayne.

He took it off her neck

right after he helped
slit her throat.

I'm hoping that there's some
microscopic specks of blood

on it, blood
that will help us

put your husband and his partner
on death row.

Right, Monica?

♪ ♪

Do I know you?

Well, no...

Actually, we've never met.

But I'm very close
with Monica Janeway.

And she wanted me
to tell you

how very much she's looking
forward to seeing you again.