02x07 - Scared Straight

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"Tyler P. McNamara is...

Hey. ...blissed out to announce
his eternal union with Jasmine Q. Bellingham.

May you all share in the love."

Is this what passes for
a wedding invitation these days?

Well, at least
it's put on recycled paper.

Tyler? Wasn't that
your hippie boyfriend from L.A.?

He wasn't a hippie.
He was a... naturalist.

He didn't seem like the type
to settle down to me.

Well,

guess he uh, finally found the right girl.

Don't tell me you're upset about this.
You couldn't wait to lose that guy.


Are you kidding? I love spending
my nights alone in a morgue.

You want company,


go meet Nigel at
the Grant Street stabbing DOA.

Oh, yay.
Plans.

And uh, I, for one, enjoy
my dignified bachelor lifestyle.

Yeah.


You keep telling yourself that.


Boy, there's a guy with a point of view.

Ya think?

And not afraid to follow through.


Evening, Woodrow.


Well, who found her?

Janitor, when he came in to clean.


s*ab wound to the chest.

Uh, you find a Kn*fe?

- No.
- Hell's bells.

Do you know who this is?

Stephanie Goodman, thirty-three.

She works as a shrink here
in the building.

Yeah, and she's also
Doctor Lisa's lover.


The radio psychologist on WJGL.

The gay conservative
who gives relationship advice?

The one and only.

God, I hate that show.

She's been dead
for two hours, no longer.

Oh, guys, there are holes
in this chair.

That's the style, luv.
Shabby chic.

b*ll*ts.


b*ll*ts covered with blood.


Well, the janitor said he heard
a car backfire around seven thirty.

Maybe that's when the perp sh*t her.


Small problem.
There are no b*llet holes.


This woman wasn't sh*t.

Oh, uh, Doctor Duchamps.

I'm Doctor Howard Stiles.

The state psychiatrist, right?

Oh, I had dreams of so much more.

What can I do for you?

Well, you could make me
handsome and rich for starters.

And barring that?

It seems you never had a psychological
evaluation before you were hired.

Now, that's a no-no, I'm afraid.

I certainly couldn't do it right now.

I'm due in Trace Evidence.


Well, how about tomorrow?

Say around three-ish.


Sure.

Great.
See you in the conference room.

And bring your boxing gloves.


Hey.


There may be press outside,
but I caught his case.

The Doctor Lisa case?

Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch.
You can have her.


Anyway, uh, I checked the b*ll*ts
and the blood matches the victim.

It doesn't make any sense.

How do b*ll*ts go in and out
without leaving a mark?

Well, there's no bruises either.

Just this tiny little cut on her finger.

Let's use the Cyano Wand, huh?

So Doctor Lisa Fromer is
on her way in to make the ID.

We need to move the body
back to the crypt.

What happened to using a Polaroid?

She asked to see the body.
I didn't see any reason to protest.

Oh, don't tell me.

You're an avid listener.

No.

But this case is gonna get
a lot of press, so let's not push it.

If that's what she wants,
it's fine by me, alright?

Okay.

Oh, hold on a second, guys.

Uh, Nigel, turn on the fluoroscope.

You see a print?

Well, a smudge of some kind.


Pay dirt.

That's a bold print.

Must be postmortem.

If she were alive,
her skin would have absorbed it.


So then Doctor Lisa
tells my cousin,

"If you love someone,
you've got to learn acceptance.

To love is to see without judgment."

They're still married today.

Wow, that's fantastic.

Next time, let me loan your cousin
my magic eight ball.


Doctor Fromer,
I'm Doctor Cavanaugh.

Can we just get to it?


Okay.


I'll see myself out.


You ready?


Okay.


That's her.


It's Stephanie.


Are you okay?


The grief and the disbelief,
that's to be expected.


But the guilt is awful.

Well, why do you feel guilty?


Have you ever loved someone?


Sure.

No, I don't mean
your parents or your dog.

I mean someone you find...

out of dumb luck, who makes your life
everything you never thought it would be.


Well, I guess
I've never been that lucky.


I'm sorry for my behavior.


A reporter tore my jacket, and...


I was trying to prepare myself

and I can't even believe that I'm here.


You're gonna get through this.


Do you know how many times
I've said that?

Did you believe it then?


Yes.


Then believe it now.


No leads at all?

Nobody saw anything and no group
has stepped forward to take credit.

Yeah, well, we found some
postmortem prints on her neck.

Maybe we'll catch a break.

Oh, this is a nightmare.

This is a big, fat, gay nightmare.

Oh, don't tell me there were
no gay people in Wisconsin.

Hey, Jordan, I don't care if this girl
slept with girls, guys or kangaroos.

The second somebody scribbles that crap
on the walls, it becomes a hate crime.

So?

So, I'm up to my ears in paperwork
and my eyeballs in the press,

and it does not help me that
my main suspect is a local hotshot.

Doctor Lisa is your main suspect?

Stabbing is a crime of passion, Jordan.

I gotta look to the lover.

She came in and ID'd the body.

I saw real grief in her eyes.

Well, I've got her in interrogation.

We'll see if I see that grief, as well.

Oh, yeah, I'd be a real asset to you.

I've already built up a rapport.


I've seen the effects of
your rapport, Jordan.


Observation room is my best offer.


Sold.


Do you think this was a hate crime?


Plenty of people hate me.

Yeah, I...

I guess being out
has its disadvantages.

Yes, and unfortunately,

I don't have too many fans
in the gay community, either.

Why is that?

They'd like my being gay
to inform my political beliefs.

I'd rather believe in
what I think is right.


You would think that being open-minded
would be important to your people.


Yes, of course.

"My people."


Okay, anyway, I need to know where you
were last night and who can confirm that.


I realize these questions are a necessity,
but treating me like a suspect is not.

Then just answer the question
and we'll be finished.

I was on the air until eight
and then I was home.

Can anyone confirm that?

No, are we done?

Hey, calm down.
Come on, just a few more questions.


You and Stephanie, you...
have a happy home life?

Oh, screw you!

Listen, you need to
answer that question.

No, I don't, not without a lawyer.

Hey, I am investigating a m*rder case.

Then I have a news flash.
You suck at your job.

Why don't you surprise me
and tell me who k*lled my lover?


Doctor Fromer.


- Oh, hi.
- What are you doing here?


I'm here to see Detective Hoyt.

Tell me something, is he just
stupid or is he a jerk, too?

Actually, we're sort of friends.

I'm shocked that he'd befriend
someone like you.

Someone like me?

He seems to have an issue
with gay women.

Oh, I'm... I'm not gay.


I just assumed. I...

No problem.

But out of curiosity,
why did you assume?

I don't know.
I guess uh, it...

You feel like an outsider.


That made me think that
we had something in common.

Well, that's just me being me.

I hope I didn't offend you.

No.
Oh, no worries.

I mean, my dad's a lesbian.

Funny.


Okay, I was just trying to
lighten the mood.

She's over here!


Doctor Lisa, can you
confirm the allegations?

This way, please!

Excuse me, excuse me.


Miss Lauer, just stay where you are.

I'm Garret Macy.
I understand you wanted to see me.


My mother passed away yesterday.

Her doctor wouldn't sign
her death certificate,

so her remains are here at the morgue.


I'm so sorry about your wife.


Is there anything I can do?

Actually, I'm worried
about my daughter.


She was doing really well,


then all of a sudden
she just went downhill.

Well, sometimes it happens that way.

Not like this.

She was fine.

And then five days later,
she was dead.

She's taking it hard, huh?

She just doesn't seem right.
She's talking crazy, acting foolish.

She told me...

she didn't even believe
it was the cancer that k*lled her.

Right before she got really sick,

my mother told me that
my father had a mistress,

that he'd wanted out for a long time.

She said some terrible things.


What did she think it was?


Me.


Miss Lauer, I'm not sure that
I understand what you think I can do.

I want you to figure out
how my father k*lled my mother.


When will my wife's remains be released?

Uh, hopefully tomorrow.

There'll be a quick autopsy
since the cause of death is obvious.

I'll supervise the autopsy personally.
You have my word.

I'm grateful for your help.


What are you doing here?

I told you I was handling
the arrangements.

Yes, I'm sure you are.


It's alright.
I'll take the stairs.


She thinks her father may have been
involved in her mother's death.

Oh.
Well, that's her story.

Why?
What did he say to you?

I'm sorry, Garret.
Anything he said to me is confidential.


Well, that's fine for now, Lily, but
if this gets complicated, I'll expect more.

I'm sorry, are you telling me
how to do my job?

No.

I'm telling you
what I expect as your boss.


So, Jordan, how was uh,
how was Doctor Lisa?

Oh, uh, not exactly
what I expected.

What, not as gay or not as conservative?

Not as unlikable.

She's got this way of
getting right to the point.

You know, one minute
into our first real conversation

and she made me realize that
I've never truly fallen in love.

Well, that's an astute observation.

Yeah, well, I'm not exactly
like you in that department.

What is that supposed to mean?

You know, um, there was Maggie
and then Lily and then Maggie again.

Well, you...

Once you love someone, it's...
it's easy to fall back.

You know, it's comfortable.
That's what happened with Maggie.

And Lily?

I never fell in love with Lily.

But I think I could have.

How do you know?


Is this about
your ex-boyfriend's wedding?

Oh, no.

Never mind.
Just forget it.


Excuse me.

Hi.

Can I help you?


Uh, I'm... I'm not sure.

Well, are you supposed to be here?

My name is David Blake.

I just wanted to see her.

See who?

Stephanie.

Oh, Stephanie Goodman,
Doctor Lisa's girlfriend?

She was gonna leave her.


Stephanie was leaving Lisa?

Lisa must have found out.


She must have k*lled her to stop her.

Okay, how do you know all this?

Because I was Stephanie's boyfriend.


She was leaving Lisa for me.


You missed all the fun.

Yeah, apparently.

"Turns out the sexy gal
with Doctor Lisa is

Boston Morgue's corpse cutter,
Doctor Jordan Cavanaugh."

- What is...
- Ah!

"How nice to know at this sad time that
Doctor Lisa is in such capable hands."

Eh, what the hell is that?

It's the Boston gossips, that's all.

Although, I must say you do look
kind of sweet on her in this picture.

What the...


Ooh, uh, uh, get outa here.

What?

Uh, people flip the fence once in a while.

You know, I must be honest.
I have wondered about you.

Oh, please.
Look who's talking.

Yeah, touche, dear, touche.

Look, our match on those fingerprints...

Oh, okay.


Thanks, Nige.

I have to talk to Woody.


Excuse me.

Doctor Jordan Cavanaugh?

Would you autograph my Boston Bugle?

Oh, brother.


And I thought I knew all your secrets.

Sorry, Howie. But uh, my dance card
is full up on shrinks right now.


So what brings you
to our corner of paradise?

I have a session with uh,
Doctor Duchamps.

Seems she skipped her uh, psych eval.

Probably too busy planning her coup.

I'm sure it was an oversight.

I'm sure it wasn't.


I uh, had a minute
to talk to Lily earlier.

She wanted to go over
our confidentiality rules.

Seems you asked her for information
on a widower she's counseling.

There's suspicion he may have been
involved in his wife's death.

Well, you know
she can't tell you anything.

Even if he's a m*rder*r?

She's bound by law
to keep that in confidence.

Seems like a conflict of interest to me.


Wasn't Lily the girl
you were dating a while back?

Yeah.

And then you brought her back here
to create a position for her?

What uh, wh... wh... what does
that have to do with anything?

Well, I can't answer that.

I just...
want to make sure that you can.


Well, we saw the deceased uh,
Doctor Goodman, for uh,


couples therapy every Thursday.

And you say she was acting
strange that day?

Like I was saying,
she was kind of abrupt.


Telling you what to do,
not mincing words.

Laying down the law
like she was just...

cutting to the chase,
trying to get it over with.

I don't think therapists are
supposed to do that.

Eh, I found it very unprofessional.


Ah, who are they?

Tom and Laura Heckman,
patients of Doctor Goodman.

Fourth time I've heard
the victim wasn't herself that day.


We matched the prints on her neck.

Uh, they belong to David Blake.

Am I supposed to know who that is?


I caught him sniffing around
the morgue yesterday.

Claims he was having
an affair with Stephanie and that...

she was leaving Lisa for him.

Oh, this is great.

This is...
some really good information.

When were you planning
on telling me this?

Well, I'm telling you now.

You realize this gives
Doctor Lisa motive.

Maybe, if it's true.

Come on, Jordan.

All these patients saying
she was speaking her mind?

Maybe she smelled freedom.

How do you connect those dots?

Maybe she wasn't just
leaving Doctor Lisa.

Maybe she was leaving
her old life behind.


Hi.

You're watching the autopsy?

I told Miss Lauer I'd supervise. didn't I
see Mister Lauer going into your office?

He says the allegations are completely false
that he's getting railroaded.

Uh, who's... who's getting
railroaded for what?

That's not gonna happen.

Well, that's what I assured him.

Well, if he is guilty of something,
he will be investigated.

This woman d*ed of cancer.

All he's guilty of is loving his wife.

Due respect, Lily,
I don't see how this concerns you.

You hired me as a grief counselor.

Accusing this man of m*rder
is compounding his grief.

That's how it concerns me.

Fine, Lily.
Do you your job.

Just don't try to keep me
from doing mine, alright?


So...


tell me about yourself.


Are you married?


Divorced.


Any children?


No.


Now, it says here that uh,
you took six years off.

I needed a break.


Six years is some break.

Shouldn't we be
talking about the job?


Okay.


Your coworkers haven't
really taken to you.


I couldn't care less what they think.

Now, that's interesting,
because I believe you don't care,

and that... makes me worried.

Why is that?


People who don't care
have nothing to lose.


So either they started that way
or they've already lost everything.


Those are dangerous people.


David Blake.

Detective Woody Hoyt.

Thanks for coming, for meetin' me here.

If uh, cops show up at the workplace,
people start to talk.


So,


when did you meet Stephanie?


She was my therapist.


And pretty soon
it became something else.

We uh, found your prints on her body.

Well, naturally.
I touched her a million times.

Actually, they were made
after she was dead.


Alright, look.


I was going to meet her after work.


I get there


and I find her covered in blood.

She was dead.


Let's say I don't believe you.

Why would I k*ll her?

We were finally going to be together.


Look, I told Doctor Cavanaugh,
it was Doctor Lisa.

Why would Doctor Lisa k*ll her?

The woman believes in commitment.


She sells commitment on the airwaves,

using her partnership with Stephanie
as a floor model.

Now, add the fact that she's in talks
to take her show to national audience,

and that's a recipe for career disaster
if Stephanie leaves her for a man.


Well, as I see it,
you have two options.

Get married or
put the baby up for adoption.

I think there's a third option.

Not in my world, and if you called me,
that's where you want to live.

I know you'll do what's right.


This is Doctor Lisa Fromer.

Thank you for listening.


Wow, we really have different viewpoints.

I can't get behind things
just because they're easy.

People make a choice to have sex.

They have to live
with the consequences.

Easy for you.


I live with my consequences.


Anyway, what can I do for you?


I was hoping that we could talk.


I was surprised to
see you back at work.

You may not approve of my advice,
but I love my job.


Is that why you got into it?


I felt like a freak growing up.

I never thought I'd be with anyone.

Never thought
I had a chance to be happy.

I just want to tell people that
there's another way to look at things.


What is this?

"Get to know your m*rder suspect day"?

Uh, I'm just stalling.

I found a man at the morgue
who says he was Stephanie's lover.

David Blake.

The cops know, too.

Damn it!


Dad.
Uh, Max Cavanaugh, this is...

Doctor Lisa Fromer.

I'm a big fan.

Wow, I didn't know
you listen to talk radio.

There's a lot you don't know about me.

What can I get you?

Uh, martini, please.

The usual, Jordan?

No, actually, I think
I'll have what she's having.


David claims that
Stephanie was leaving you for him.

That would have
hurt your career, right?

It would have ruined me.


In many ways.


Maybe you tried to stop her.

You think I k*lled her
so she couldn't leave me?

Is that what you're saying?

It's the first theory that makes sense.

I loved her.

Then why was she with David?

Because I wasn't enough.

I know I couldn't take it
if someone was cheating on me.


Speaking directly from your glass house?


Did you invite someone else
to the party?


Are you kidding?

Sorry to interrupt, ladies.

Woody, what the hell
are you doing here?

I'm actually here on business.

We found a Kn*fe
at Doctor Fromer's house,

which your office
matched to the m*rder w*apon.

So, Doctor Fromer,

I am placing you under arrest
for the m*rder of Stephanie Goodman.

Okay?

Thank you.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.


What do you mean
she got a phone call?

During session.

Twice she picked up the phone.

I mean, that had to be important, right?

Yes.

Okay, uh, thank you for coming back.

Listen,

I heard on the news that
you guys arrested Doctor Lisa.


We have a suspect in custody.

I'm really not at liberty
to tell you who that is.

Oh, right.

Well, anyway, I thought you should
know about the phone calls.

Great.
Thank you for coming back.

Why didn't you call me last night
when you found the Kn*fe?

I couldn't.
You were with the suspect.

What does that matter?


Forgive me for not tearing you
away from your cocktail

to tell you that your drinking companion
was a m*rder*r.

We do not know that yet.

She has no alibi,

she has some serious motive and
we found the m*rder w*apon in her home.

Don't you find that convenient?

No, I find it conclusive.


Look, Jordan,
I saw you in the paper with her.


I don't know what's going on
between you two,


but I think it explains a lot.

Like what?


Like how your personal involvement
is clouding your objectivity.

Now, why don't you do everyone
a favor here and just get off this case.


You took blood samples
from the blade and the handle?

Mm-hm. Both are a positive match
for Stephanie Goodman.

Alright, let's look at it in all its glory.


Wouldn't want to be you

when Jordan finds out that you confirmed
the m*rder w*apon in her case.

Well, I don't really give a rat's ass.


You're right.

I'd have to find some way to make amends.


I have my own cases, you know?

Well, don't you want to find something
to help clear Jordan's girlfriend?

Jordan's girlfriend?

Mm-hm.

You mean Doctor Lisa?

Jordan's gay?

Yeah, well, I'm not sure,
but it would explain a lot.

Yeah, but she's had boyfriends,
hasn't she?

It's called bisexual, luv.

Don't say "bisexual, love" to me.

The blood on the left
is from the handle.

On the right is from the blade.

That's strange.

The blood on the handle
looks like animal blood.

You're right.

It has a nucleus.


It isn't human.


'Mornin', Dad.


That was a lot of excitement
we had around here last night.

What were you two
doing together, anyway?

Just having a drink.

Why?


Just curious.


You saw that photo in the paper,
didn't you?


Your personal life's
none of my business.

Since when?

Well, I'm just saying
I don't know what's going on,

and I don't think I want to know.


Don't tell me that
you think I'm gay, too.


Like I said,
it's none of my business.

Well, maybe you shouldn't bought me
boy's underwear when I was little.

What?

What's that got to do with anything?

Hey, for all I know, everything.


'Cause they were cheaper, alright?

'Cause they... they lasted longer.

I don't know, leave me alone.

And would it have k*lled you
to have put me in a dress?

Fine.

Blame me. Just please,
don't ask me any more questions.

Dad?

What?


I'm just pulling your leg.


Well?


Your mother d*ed of complications
from her leukemia.

So he gets away with it?


Sometimes we fixate on things
to avoid our grief.


Focusing on your father like this

could just be a way to avoid the sadness
you feel over losing your mother.

I know he did this.


She told me everything...

how he cheated,

how much he wanted to leave.

She looked the other way,
but she wouldn't let him go.

Are you sure she wasn't
delirious or hallucinating?

Yes.
Her mind was clear.

When she told me,
there was an aura around her...

An aura?
Wh... wh... what do you mean?

It was like she was glowing.


I thought it was the emotions,
you know, the moment.


I'm not one to see
strange things, you know?

I want to try one more thing.

"Surprisingly cute coroner."

Hey, what y'all lookin' at?

- Um...
- Um...

- You. You.
- You.


That incident was blown
way out of proportion.

Yeah, of course it was.

Ooh.

Um, excellent news.

I may have found some evidence
that'll exonerate your girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend.

Of course she's not.


What'd you find?

I found some uh,
poultry blood on the m*rder w*apon.


Ostrich, actually.

Yeah, so unless Doctor Lisa
raises ostriches in her spare time,

that Kn*fe did not
come from her kitchen.

Good work, Sherlock.
Can you trace it?

Of course we can.

Well, you better get to it, huh?

Here's a normal blood sample.

Now let's see hers.


Uh, Mister Lauer
is waiting for the body.

Why is she back in here?

We're running more tests.


Good call, Doctor Macy.


Why is it glowing?
I don't understand.

Her blood is loaded with phosphorous.

You're supposed to have a little
phosphorous in your blood, aren't you?

Yeah, which is why we missed it
on the tox screen.

If we hadn't checked on the ICP-MS,
we never would have known.

Why did you check?

Anne Lauer told me
her mother had an unnatural glow.

If someone gave her an overdose of phosphorous,
her breath would literally have been glowing.

And it would have caused the same liver
failure that we attributed to the cancer.

Which means she was m*rder*d.


And you're assuming it's Mister Lauer.


We're gonna let the police decide.


I didn't know that drink
came with a night in jail.


I swear I had no idea
the police were searching your place.


Why did you come here?

You never said that
you didn't do it.


Doesn't matter what I say.


Matters what you believe.


I need to get back to
the crime scene.

I've got a key.

No, it's too dangerous.


But I've got another way
to go back there


if you're game.

Okay, we start simple.

This was a hate crime

with the added twist of framing
you for your girlfriend's m*rder.


So I will be the m*rder*r
and you be Stephanie.

Like role play,


only scarier.

Exactly.

Let's start with the first thing
we know about...


the g*nshots.


You're getting ready to leave.


There's a knock at the door.


You think it's David,
so you tell him to come in.


It's not David.

He's got a g*n.


You want to run.

I try to, but he grabs me.


He's got a Kn*fe.

Please!

Please don't hurt me!

It's okay, it's okay.


I'm sorry.

No, I... I shouldn't
have even asked you.


It doesn't even make any sense.


How did the b*ll*ts get bloody?

You said that the...


that the sh*ts were fired
at seven thirty.

According to the janitor.

If someone set out to frame me,


why commit the m*rder
when I'm on the air?

It's the only time
I have a concrete alibi.


Maybe the g*nshots didn't have anything
to do with the m*rder.

Well, then who sh*t the b*ll*ts
into the chair?


Maybe she did.

Stephanie?

But she had a cut on her finger.

Uh, she could have bloodied
the b*ll*ts herself.


Why?

She wanted to leave,
but she didn't want to hurt you.


What are you saying?


I'm saying she tried to
fake her own death.


I thought you were going to
arrest Doctor Lisa.


We think we may have
made a mistake there.

Wait a minute.
You don't think I k*lled her?

No, but I think
you had a big part in her death.


You close all your bank accounts,
you give notice at your job.

You were going somewhere, and my guess
is you were not going alone.


It was all her idea.

What did she want to do?


It was supposed to look like
a hate crime, a m*rder.


Stephanie was supposed to get a g*n,
fire two sh*ts into her chair.


Then cut herself
to make the b*ll*ts bloody.

She could have told me the truth.


Would you have let her go?


Why would she go through all that?

She wanted to leave,


but she didn't want to ruin Lisa.


She still loved her.


What was your part?

Uh, I waited in the garage for her.


Then when she didn't come,
I... I got worried.


And I went in.


She was dead.


Or you realized she wasn't coming and
you went in there and k*lled her yourself.

Look, I'm telling you the truth.


I loved her.

I thought this was crazy,


but I was willing to give up my whole life
to be with her.


So is he telling the truth?


I believe him.


Well, if he didn't k*ll her
and you didn't, then who did?


I can't believe there are over twenty places
in Boston that serve ostrich.

Yeah, well, we've got two left.

Uh, Exotic Poultry and
Head in the Sand.

Listen, Jordan,

I want to apologize for jumping to conclusions
about your involvement in this case.

You jumped to conclusions about
my involvement with Lisa Fromer.

Yeah, well, maybe I was
just a little jealous.


Woody, you could do
so much better than me.

Yeah, I know.


You do?
With who?

Ah, look who's jealous now.


We're here.


How are you?

Um, we're not actually here for ostrich.


Woody?


Isn't that the guy I saw you with,

one of Stephanie Goodman's patients?

Mister Heckman.


Hi.

Can I help you, Detective?


You work here?


Sort of.

My wife and I own the place.

Is this about the case?

I thought that was done.

Uh, actually, no.

We have a warrant here
to search your kitchen.


Follow me.


Laura, uh, the police are here.


May I see that Kn*fe?


Lamson Sharp, model number
four-five-three-seven.

It's the same Kn*fe
that k*lled Stephanie Goodman.

So?

Um, there must be
a million of them, right?

But only one with ostrich blood on it.


I don't know how this happened.


Then maybe you do.


You want to know the shame of it?


It was my idea to go to therapy.


Tommy didn't even want to go.


What happened?


Well, she was supposed to
help us, you know?


I wanted to save my marriage, but


it was clear from the start
that she just...

She was on Tommy's side.

She would flirt with him,

and then the other day, she just
comes right and says flat out,

"Get a divorce.
Your marriage is over!"


They're not supposed to say that.


What are you saying, Laura?

I couldn't live without you.


Pizza man.


Doctor Stiles.

I thought...

You'd seen the last of me?

Wishful thinking, I'm afraid.

What can I do for you?


Well, I just came by to tell you about
this new treatment for post traumatic stress.

It's called eye movement desensitization
reprocessing or something of the kind.

That's great. I'll pass it on
where I feel it's appropriate.

It's not for your staff.

It's for you.

You have all the symptoms.

I'm not sure I understand.


Six years is a long time to lose.


Something happened to you.


Now, if you don't feel comfortable
talking about it with me,


maybe you better find someone that
you do feel comfortable with.

And if I don't?


Well, that's up to you.


Hey.


Hey.


Um,


I just wanted to let you know
that we made an arrest.

I know.


Come on in.


Detective Hoyt called me.

Ah.


So why are you really here?


I just told you.


You could have called me on the phone,


saved yourself a trip.


Mmm.

Would you like a drink?


Sure.

Why not?


It... it's alright.
It's over.


She's really gone.


I'm...


I'm so tired of being strong.


It's okay.
You don't have to be.


So uh,


what about that drink?


Maybe I should just let you rest.


Um,


it's okay, Jordan.


I felt it, too.


It doesn't have to mean anything.


The fact that you seem to know me,


how I think, how I feel,


I don't want to lie to you.

I mean, I've found that very intriguing.


But I'm not gay.


Maybe I should leave.

Maybe you should.


You gonna be okay?

Oh, yeah.


I'm gonna be fine.


Okay.


Lily.


I just heard from Detective Carver.

Warren Lauer owns a chain of dry cleaning
stores that uses a phosphorous based cleaner.

So you came up here
specifically to gloat?

No.


Frankly, I wish
the whole outcome had been different.


It's so sad.

I know.

All those years they were married and he
couldn't even wait for a terminal illness to take her.

No, not them, me.


I'm the worst judge of character.


You backed the wrong horse, that's all.
It happens.

Mmm, not to me.

I'm supposed to understand people.


How can I help them
if I'm clueless myself?


You know, I was wrong to offer you a job
and ask you to come back here.

But mostly I was wrong to think I could
ever treat you as just an employee.


What are you saying?


When I screw up,
you give me another chance.


Well, maybe that's just stupidity.

No.


It's patience and belief in people.


I need you to give yourself
half the chance you give everyone else.


I can try.


That's good enough for me.


Yeah, I'll hold.


Back to spending your nights
alone in the morgue?


Yeah, I figure I got tired of
walking on the wild side.


It's nice to have you back.


By the way, let me congratulate you
on being one of the only people here

who didn't have a hilarious comment
about my appearance in the tabloids.


I like to think
I'm above the rumor mill.


She just... seemed to know me.


Be a shame to lose that.


I don't know, maybe it's more important how
people separate than how they get together.

Yeah, you can say that again.

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Thank you for holding.

Oh, uh...


Yeah.

Goodnight, Garret.

'Night, Jordan.


Yes, this is Jane.

Hi, Jane.
How can I help you?


Well, um,


I just received this wedding announcement
from an old boyfriend,


and uh,

it's not like I ever really...

loved him or anything,
but it did make me think. Uh...


I don't know if I've ever
really been in love before.


Is it possible that you run from love?

Yeah, it's possible.


Uh-huh, but uh, why?


Why... why I do it?

Well, I don't know you, Jane, but...

I can tell you that most people that run
have usually lost someone.


They develop separation anxiety and they
run before someone else can leave them.


You're a pretty good doctor.


You'll fall in love, Jane.


It'll happen
when you least expect it.


Thanks...


so much.

My lines are always open.